Before you knew it Jimmy had pulled back the elastic of both his uniform pants and his jock strap to reveal his flaccid, but absolutely massive python. "Yeah, most of the time I like to stick you little guys on my junk."
The member began to stiffen as the cool air of the locker room and thoughts of impending stimulation roused the beast, though the athletic cup prevented it from reaching out to its full length. If you had to hazard a guess, you would say your current captor was packing a penis that was nine inches solid.
Unceremoniously you were dropped onto the fleshy monster. You did your best to stay on top of it but its constant motion ensured that you were quickly slipped underneath the phallus, coming to a rest on top Jimmy's billiard sized balls as the shaft coiled on top of you. There was a slight amount of weight pressing into your body, but apart from the terror of being so tiny and residing so close to the giant's testicles you weren't in any pain.
He chuckled a bit as he felt you slip deep under his cock, delighting in all the squirming caused by your futile attempts to free yourself. "Hey, it beats walking around the floor waiting to get stepped on. Though, a little foot play later might be fun. I promise to be gentle if you play along... Oh crap, gotta get going."
With that Jimmy let the jockstrap settle into place. This had the dual effect of cranking up the pressure the genitalia around your body were exerting on you, and causing the giant to sigh with delight as he felt your body pressed into his most sensitive flesh. The rush he got from dominating poor little bastards like you was the biggest turn on he could think of.
Satisfied that you weren't going anywhere Jimmy broke into a sprint, leaving you wracked with the g-forces his twig and berries were inflicting on your minuscule form like an over filled bouncy castle. But where was he going?
The only two places you could think of were either he was headed home to mess with you some more, or he was going to practice, which meant you were going to be stuck spooning with his cock and using his balls as a beanbag chair for hours. Either option didn't seem very appealing to you, but it wasn't really your choice.
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