“You got him good and sweaty, but I bet I can do it twice as good as you Landon. I’ll try the treadmill if you don’t mind.” Brick and Landon take a deep whiff of your stinky little one inch body and hold their noses making fun of you. Brick is wearing his sweaty singlet underneath sweatpants and a sweatshirt. You look up at him from the palm of his hand and start to shake a bit from fear. He is massive. You know from the stats book that he is 6'4" and 300 pounds of nearly pure muscle. He does have a bit of a musclegut, but that's from too much beer. He just sneers down at your pitiful little body knowing that his buzzcut and facial scruff are intimidating. He's one of the few guys that can grow a beard on the wrestling team. He closes the hand that you are in, enjoying the knowledge that he could totally crush you like a bug without breaking a sweat. He guides the hand you are in up into his stinky sweatshirt and then down the front of his singlet. His thick fingers shove you in between his raunchy smelling cock and disgusting jock cup. The smell is nearly bad enough to make you gag.
As soon as Brick pulls his hand out, he high fives Landon and then he gets on the treadmill. You screamed and begged to be let free, but the noise from the treadmill starting back up drowned you out. That might not be the only thing drowning – you were freaking out more than ever now – banging on the hard cup holding you prisoner. That wasn’t working, so you tried pounding on Brick’s sweaty cock. BAD IDEA! It started growing and taking up more and more room. You now stayed away from the manmeat, hoping to keep from getting crushed by it.
Brick was running at a good pace now. “Dude, he’s really getting tortured down there now,” he told Landon. “When you had him, at least your singlet gave him a little air. Imagine him trapped in my cup with Big Brick Junior smacking him around. And, to make it worse, these sweats I have on are making me sweat a ton and don't breath real well, so it is getting miserably hot.. I can feel my fluids pooling up around him. Haha!"
This torment was getting worse by the second. You were enduring hellish heat, being pummeled by your team mate's schlong and having a hard time getting air with all of the sweat raining down on you. This was all in addition to the horrendous body odor.
Brick was having fun but Landon was getting a bit restless. “Bro, let’s tag team wrestle this little maggot now!”
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