It didn't take long to reach Brett's home and the journey only served to whet the anticipation. There was little conversation as each member of the team was too busy planning what they'd like to do to their shrunken captives. It amused Ty no end to walk down the street with his bag slung casually over his shoulder, enjoying the fact that nobody they passed had the slightest idea that he had a group of tiny young men wrapped in the sweaty clothing inside the bag.
Once at Brett's place Ty unzipped his bag and tipped the little players out of the socks onto the large dining table. They fell in a crumpled heap, half-senseless after their time packed so tightly together inside the suffocating heat of the socks. Still wearing their own muddy soccer kit, they were drenched in perspiration - both theirs and Ty's.
Brett found a large transparent bowl from the kitchen and placed it over them while they decided what to do. He, Zac, Jeff, and the others gathered round it, making faces and crude noises at the captives, and tapping on the glass to tease and humiliate them. Meanwhile, Ty started to unfold the shirt containing his rival, slowly and deliberately, like unwrapping a present. Finally Sean's minuscule form was revealed and he was plucked into their air. Like his tiny friends, Sean was barely conscious, but he summoned up enough strength to spit at Ty. But Ty merely smiled cruelly as the gobbet fell short, scarcely more then a wisp of vapour. Then he placed Sean's tiny body on the surface of the table, using his fingers to hold him down and stretch him out on his back. He used his fingernail to roll back the sleeves, pulled each arm out from Sean's body and taped them down. Then he placed other pieces of tape across Sean's bare legs, just below his shorts, pushing them out too, so that Sean was left spread-eagled and helpless in an X-position, completely exposed to anything Ty or the others might choose to do to him.
Ty found a sharp knife and held it above his miniaturized rival. Sean began screaming and yelling in fear at the sight of the huge blade looming like a guillotine above him: it was obvious that it could slice him in half like butter. But Ty merely lowered it slowly and allowed the tip to caress the contours of Sean's body; the tiny player forced himself to lie still in case it accidentally cut him. Across his chest it went, following the line between his pecs; down one leg and up the other, causing the hair on Sean's legs to stand on end from the sensation. The cruel blade hovered momentarily above his crotch and then descended, tracing the outline of the slight bulge in his shorts... before being removed once more. Finally, Ty returned to the upper body of the tiny prisoner, allowing the tip of the blade to enter the opening of Sean's shirt. The knife sliced through the fabric as though it was nothing more than a piece of tissue paper. A long tear stretched down the length of the ruined jersey, providing a tantalising hint of flushed skin underneath. Ty used the tip of the blade to fold one side back, revealing part of Sean's chest - glistening with sweat - and a single tiny nipple. Ty smiled as he considered what to do next.
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