Nate’s eyes gleamed with a strange mix of curiosity and hesitation, his voice dropping low. “This favor… I’ve always wondered what it’d feel like to, y’know, *crush* someone tiny. Not hurt you,” he added quickly, his lean face flushing. “Just… press down a bit. With, uh, my dick. You cool with that, Ben?”
I froze, my tiny heart hammering. “Crush me? With *that*?” I squeaked, gesturing wildly at my inch-tall frame. “Nate, that’s… insane. What if you squish me?”
“I won’t,” he said, his tone earnest but edged with excitement. “I’ll be careful. Promise. I just wanna feel it. You trust me, right?” His eyes searched mine, and despite my panic, that flicker of care in his gaze pulled me in.
I swallowed hard. “Okay,” I muttered, my voice barely audible. “But you better not flatten me.”
Nate’s face lit up, and he stood, towering over me. He stripped down, his clothes hitting the floor like fallen sails, and scooped me up gently, his warm fingers cradling me. He strode to his bed and placed me face-up on the cool sheets, my tiny body sinking slightly into the fabric. I stared up, heart racing, as he climbed onto the bed, his massive form blotting out the light.
“Ready?” he asked, his voice soft but thick with anticipation. He positioned himself above me, knees on either side, and slowly lowered his body. His dick, warm and heavy, came into view like a descending monolith. I braced myself, my breath hitching, as it brushed against me, then pressed down, a firm but careful weight pinning me to the bed.
It was overwhelming—warmth and pressure enveloping me, not painful but intense, like being buried under a living mountain. Nate’s breath hitched above, his eyes locked on me, watching for any sign of distress. “You okay, Ben?” he whispered, his voice tight.
I nodded, my voice caught in my throat. The sensation was bizarre, terrifying, but… strangely intimate, his care evident in the controlled pressure. “Yeah,” I gasped finally. “I’m okay.”
Nate’s lips twitched into a relieved grin. “Good,” he murmured, holding the position a moment longer before easing off, his eyes still bright with that curious spark. “That was… wild.” As he sat back, I lay there, breathless, wondering how I’d survived—and why part of me felt oddly alive under his gaze.
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