A loud rumbling chuckle reverberates down Ron's abdomen and into your prison cell as you finally run out of breath. Part of you wished you hadn't even dared to protest your entrapment. The tone of the giant's sadistic laughter let you know that he knew exactly where you were.
Muffled as he was by flesh and cum, you still managed to make out what Ron was saying as he leaned far forward to put his face on the side of his monster cock. "Yeah yeah, I know you're in there Mark. I saw you when your sister put you down on the couch. You think you're really the first poor shrunken bastard I've had the pleasure of playing with? I can't believe you went straight down my cock. Makes me wonder what sort of crap you get up to with your brother..."
With that, he brought his feet together in a Venus fly trap formation, and pointed his gargantuan shaft towards his soles. Soon you felt the familiar sensation of a massive man rod being herded around you. The level of cum quickly rose, pushing away all possible air pockets until you were forced up down and around, back towards Ron's urethra.
And then it happened. The anaconda began to spasm, the flow of seminal fluid became a rapid torrent of white sticky projectiles, and for the first time in hours you briefly felt the crisp sting of air conditioning before you smacked the ball of Ron's left foot at high speed. By some miracle you were unharmed. But your dread grew as you saw the naked teen continue to pump his love nectar onto his soles, before he finally grinned like and alligator and began to bring his feet together.
"Now for my second favorite thing to do with little cock snacks like you. You've of course already experienced the first..." Everything went dark as the wrinkly pads of Ron's feet smushed in on you, battering your tiny body with leathery flesh and viscous cum. You found yourself trapped in the folds of his soles, pushed between toes, squeezed like a bug all the while.
This went on for nearly have an hour, rolling down to Ron's heels, the arches of his stompers, no square inch of the titan's feet was left out of this assault. He even began to jack off again, no doubt the power he felt with you at his mercy was more than enough to bring him back to orgasm. Like clockwork yet another torrent of seen rained down on you like fire foam, leaving you coughing and sputtering like a drowned rat as Ron laughed at your misfortune.
And yet, you were alive. Sore, but alive. What is Ron planning to do next?
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