Weeks later, it was like I never existed! Every single minute of every single day, spent rotting under Calvin's gross ass balls! The smell was unbelievable at this point, two pairs of underwear worn in four whole weeks and no shower to be seen! I didn't think I'd ever get out of that death trap. 

“At least I ain't being digested.” I reminded myself in my dark, musky spot under Calvin's balls.

Until I saw any hope in survival, I waited and pondered what life would be like if I wasn't small. I mean, I did have chances to escape, but they were always futile. Every time Calvin stroked himself to sleep, or just scratched at his balls, I had the chance to latch on to one of his fingers, yet every time I failed to do so. 

With no choice, and no other way to survive, I had to eat his large loads of cum after every time he jerked himself. 

I grew used to talking to myself, after all, it kept me sane. 

One day, Calvin's balls were bouncing up and down, so was I. It seemed like he was running outside, although it was louder than expected. It was when I heard heavy metal being dropped onto the ground nearby when I realized that Calvin was at the gym. 

“Oh God” I whispered to myself.

The sweat was building up very fast as well as the heated moisture. He hadn't even started and the smell was worse than before! For a few good minutes, all I did was bounce up and down along with Calvins heavy balls, until I felt the sweat beads washing down my back. 

“Shit, Shit, Shit!” I felt myself slipping, and so I did. 

I slipped right out from the behemoths that were Calvin's balls, right onto Calvin's gross, brown colored jockstrap. Panicked, I tried to hold onto the damp fabric, but the moisture and thick musky atmosphere was too much. Suddenly, I found myself falling, I fell down what felt like hundreds of stories, right onto the carpeted floor of the gym! I felt myself hit the ground like a bullet, the force of the fall knocked me out cold. 


Was I dead? No, I was not, I couldn't be… 


Finally I woke up out of my shocked state, only to see two massive and hairy legs jolting upward above me. I shot my head upward to try and see more, I was still in the gym, but Calvin was nowhere to be seen. 

“How long have I been out?” 

Well, it didn't matter then, I had to do something before I got crushed! Quickly, I ran to one of the many large metal poles that held the ceiling up. From my new vantage point I could see the very tall giant I was under just moments before. From what I could tell, the giant was male, and very buff. Very slowly and carefully, I watched this giant going about doing his workout. His strong legs and arms glistened with sweat. He wore a large pair of worn-out gym shoes, long white socks, black athletic shorts, and a black tank-top. As he lifted a large dumbbell up and down on the bench, I saw his thick, damp armpit hair stuck to his skin due to the sweat. Somehow, every time this giant lifted the 100 pound weight, I saw steam come from his armpits. The steam wasn't very noticeable, but I could see it, and man did it look musky. 

After a few solid minutes watching this giant dude, he sat up on the edge of the bench, looked around, then stood up and started walking in my direction. 

Fear struck me, for all I knew, he saw me and was going to use me as a ball rag! Quickly I ran in a random direction without looking, little did I know, I was headed right for the boys locker room. 

When I finally stopped running, the overwhelming sweaty, musky smell of the locker room punched me straight in the noise. Surprisingly, or not, I got used to the smell almost instantly. So I trekked on, passing by all the open gym bags and discarded shoes that reeked. I found a partially open locker and went inside,  which, like the rest of the room, smelled of sweat and musk. 

Before long, the dude I was trying to get away from entered the locker room and walked to his locker, which just so happened to be where I was hiding. He opened the locker door, then turned to sit on a bench across from his locker, and took off his gym shoes. His white socks looked disgusting and threadbare. Even though I was a good 6 feet away from his feet, I could smell them, and they reeked worse than the whole room combined. Then the moment I dreaded came, he saw me…

Quickly, he swept me up in his strong hand and taunted me with his huge size.

“Hey squirt, look at you! You're so small, I could practically suffocate you with my palm. Better yet, I could eat you in one gulp!” he teased. 

His voice was deep and rich with masculinity, he was definitely the dom alpha type. From the other end of the locker room, I heard someone enter. 

“Aye yo, Brandon, where you at?” asked the other male's voice, ringing with that same dom alpha vibe. 

Brandon, I learned, was my new captor. 

“I'm back here bro, you'll never guess what I found! Come back here and check this out.” Brandon called out to his buddy.

Not two seconds later, this tall, this, also muscular man came into Brandon's and mine view. 

“What up Chad, nice to see you homie” Brandon smiled as he saw his friend.

“What you got to show me, bro?” Chad questioned.

“dude I found this little fucker hiding in my locker!” Brandon explained as he raised me up into Chad's view.

Carefully, I watched as Chad examined me, the tiny specimen in Brandon's palm.

“Woah, dude, that tiny is so rad!” said Chad, still looking at me. 

“Hey little fella” he poked at me.

“bro, I totally know what we should do with the little bitch. We should totally dominate him like the fucking alpha males we are, am I right?” Brandon said with excitement in his voice.

Chad and Brandon sat in the locker room with me trapped in Brandon's tight fist, talking about what they could do to me. I felt very scared, I mean, how was I supposed to react after being treated poorly by Calvin for two long weeks just before today. Now I'm subjected to another long run of torment by two amazingly attractive, yet gross, twenty-five year olds. 

“Totally dude, put him in your shoe till we get back to my place.” Chad said to Brandon hastily.

Without any remorse or regret, I was shoved into the huge, overused Nikes. On the insole, it had the Nike logo, where the heel would be placed, and the size of the shoe. I cautiously read the astounding size of the shoe, a whopping US men's 15. Of course both the logo and size of the shoe was worn and flaky, making it hard to read. The smell was absolutely repulsive, it gave me the constant urge to puke, yet again, I also kinda digged the smell. The musk of a pure masculine male surrounded me, and I oddly enjoyed it. As expected, I was smoothed against the matte insole, deeply imprinted with Brandon's massive and heavy foot. I was smothered by the highly moist sock threads above me, and the equally moist and stiff insole below. 


(at this point we switch to Brandon's POV)


As I tied my shoelaces, all I could do was grovel in the feeling of holding a weak little nobody's life in the palm of my hand. I loved the feeling of the bug's tiny body squirming against my foot. I imagined how bad the smell and sweat was inside the shoe. Because I hadn't showered in the last month or so, due to working out at the gym most of the time, I bet it smelled and felt awful down there. My buddy, Chad, and I walked out of the locker room and out to my car. We threw our gym bags into the backseat where most of the garbage I, and sometimes Chad, ate in the car would end up when I was done. Other than the back seat, my car was decked out with black leather coverings for my seats, a black leather steering wheel cover, a stash of cologne in the center council, and some back-up snacks in the glove box. Anyways, me and Chad got in the car and drove off towards my house, which was a woodland lodge. Chad and I went hunting in the woods that surrounded my house, and we were out there hunting every fall season. But he had to stop in our early teens because too many people reported gunshots in the dead of night. Of course me and Chad didn't listen, we were too busy getting ready to head out again. We got sent to jail, but my dad bailed us out not even 2 hours later. After that we never hunted on our property again, in fact, we gave up hunting when we were both 17. Chad, when he's not playing video games, works at the local Hooters, he works as a server there, which is unexpected when you think of Hooters. God, I keep getting side tracked! 

Finally, Chad and I arrived at my lodge, deep in the lush woods. Me and Chad live here together, he gets one half of the house and I get the other half. We share the main living spaces, where we game together or just talk about girls or work. 

Though returning home after working out is normal for me, I entered the house with a pure dominant feeling that coursed through my veins. I let Chad go to his room, and I went to mine, immediately kicking off my shoes to retrieve the tiny fucker who was hiding in my gym locker. When I pulled him into the light, I saw he was covered in dirt and grime, as well as a nasty stench that was worse than I expected. 

“Hey little prick, how was the drive?” I asked in a dominant teasing voice.

“I didn't ask to be here, or held captive you asshole!” He said, trying to fight me but his attempts were futile.

“Calm down pip-squeak! You're gonna burst a lung yelling at your new master like that” I said with a mischievous grin.

“Unhand me you giant bitch! I'm not owned by anyone!” he kicked and screamed. And all I responded with was a sinister chuckle.

“Do you want to get punished already?” I tauntingly asked.

 He got weak and submitted quite easily to my remark.

“no, master, sir… I don't wanna be punished.” he whispered in a defeated manner.

“Good, then you'll listen and serve me and my housemate equally.” I set him on my desk in an empty metal pencil holder, which was empty due to me constantly losing my pencils. 

“I'll go grab him right now.” I said, turning around.

“CHAD, GET YOUR FUCKING ASS OVER HERE! please.” I yelled across the house.

Like clockwork, Chad came into the room and stood there beside me with his arms crossed. As he stood beside, peering down upon the tiny, my nose picked up his mildly intense musk. It was not a bad smell to be honest, cologne mixed with a load of sweat, not a bad combination in my opinion.

Chad grabbed the tiny from my pencil holder, lifted it up to his face, then just grinned. I knew that grin like the back of my hand, Chad had something in mind that wasn't exactly kid friendly. 

“What do you have in mind bro?” I asked, trying to sound intimidating to the tiny, but also with a questioning under tone. 

“What if we take this fucker and make him smell our sweaty armpits, or we can take turns using him as a foot fag!” he responded with a cold tone.

“Ya know what dude, that's a great idea, you can have him first.” I said, matching his tone.

“I'm actually pretty hungry right now, what do you think tiny nobody's taste like?” Chad asked in a more sadistic manner.

I felt my body twitch a little. Then, without warning, Chad stuffed the tiny into his mouth and swallowed hard, engulfing the tiny in its fatal doom. 

“dude, what the fuck! Why the hell did you do that!” I screamed at him.

“yo, dude, chill the fuck out! I've got another tiny suffering under my socks. But, might I say, that dude was fucking tasty bro!” Chad cheered.

“really? Huh…” I said.


The end