Jared wastes no time in having fun with his new little toy. And it doesn't take long for you to realise you're just that - a toy - to this powerful young man. When Jared picks you up he gives no consideration to your comfort; he doesn't even notice whether your mouth and nose are being covered or if you can breathe. He simply scoops you up in his huge, sweaty hand and your world turns the colour of his skin as he carries you haphazardly from one place to the next.
Jared sits down at his kitchen table to eat lunch. He's starving, but that doesn't mean he can't get that foot rub he's been eagerly anticipating while he eats.. He dumps you under the table and sits down, then kicks off his shoes, which roll clumsily over your tiny body, nearly breaking your bones, before crashing to the ground behind you.
Now it's just you and Jared's big, naked feet in the shadows underneath the table. the man's feet hover over you ominously for a moment.. You think they must easily be a size 13. The soles wrinkle slightly as he scrunches them up, then stretches them out, preparing them for the treat they're about to recieve.
Then, with out warning, down they come..
The man's huge feet land on top of you with a thud, knocking the breath out of you. Jared rolls your body into a messy ball of uncomfortabley twisted arms and legs, then presses down. You feel your every bone ready to snap under the pressure as the giant uses your body to massage his huge sole. Then the pressure eases, and here comes the other foot.. Jared's left foot rolls you around benearth its weight now. Jared smiles as he chews, thoroughly enjoyong the feel of your boney little arms and legs pushing into his tired foot bed as he squashes you on all angles.
The smell of Jared's feet is like spoiled pumpkin, and your skin is being saturated with it. At one stage your poor mouth is caught unaware as you try to scream and your tongue is rubbed up the length of the arch of Jared's foot. The skin is cool, but the taste is potent and bittersweet just like its stench.
Jared presses both feet together now, and you're sandwiched in the middle of the two behemoth monsters as they press you flat between them. Your ribs ache; you're forced to breathe in the awful, unfamiliar smell of the man's foot odour as your face sinks deeply in to the thick white flesh.
Your giant master grunts in pleasure as he grinds his feet flat against each other, feeling your body slide and give way to the awkward shapes his feet are forcing you into. Your nose is doing a great job of massaging the sore muscles that he has been walking around on, barefoot, all day. He hasn't even bothered showering today, knowing that he would enjoy this little foor-worshipping session much more knowing that you were being forced to soak up his disgusting foot stench.
Between the giant actor's feet, you groan in helpless misery.
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