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Chapter #6

Play Time With Chris

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“Well well what do we have here? A toy?” He chuckled to himself, the smell of whiskey poured over Leon as the man laughed.

“Chris.. you're drunk... its really me.... you gotta help me I'm..” The foot suddenly slid forward and Leon was buried beneath the massive thing. The ball of his foot, worn rough and toned from constrant training completely dominated the tiny man's body and began to grind down. Leon screamed in agony but was only met with more pressure until finally he could feel his own body being pressed into Chris's foot, all of the air between them squeezed out. Leon had no more air left in his body either and couldn't utter a sound. The giant foot raised off the floor and Leon stayed crushed, stuck to the bottom of Chris's foot. The man swung his other foot over and rubbed the rough sole over Leon's body, grinding the tiny little man between his sweaty soles. Leon could do nothing but go limp and let Chris's feet play with him. When they parted the man was again, stuck to his sole. This problem was resolved as Chris's nimble toes wrapped around the man and ripped him from the sole, letting him drop onto the floor.

“Heh, you're so tiny its cute. Even though you have that ridiculous hair due. Real men don't spend that kinda time on their hair.”

Leon coughed, his muscles aching from the abuse. “Fuck.. you” he retorted, wiping sweat from his face, with each breath he took he could now taste the other agents feet in his mouth. If he had more energy he'd vomit. “Chris... cut this crap out.. you're gonna kill me....” As the words left his lips though, he could feel his energy being restored already ...the boot.. He remembered. Chris might just not kill him.. but that didnt mean it didnt feel like he would die.

Without saying anything a giant worn hand snatched the man up and his head was fixated between a giant thumb and forefinger. “Here I'll fix your hair Ken-doll”

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