title: Justin's Private Performance aliases: [] tags: [FA] author: [Dipdoo] id: [49429267] date: 星期三, 十月 19日 2022, 7:52:35 晚上 modified: 星期三, 十月 19日 2022, 8:17:43 晚上

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Justin's Private Performance

Author: Dipdoo Source: Justin's Private Performance

I could barely believe it when I got the call. He chose me! Out of all the micros that asked for a private performance from him, I was chosen! It was nearly time to head out too, the sun was just about to finish setting and I still needed to find the right clothes to wear.

It wasn’t long before I finally found that rosey vest I hadn’t worn for a long time, and the dress shirt and pants combo I always keep ready would finally get another use too. I threw them on quickly before tucking the shirt’s bottom into my pants and fitting the vest on nicely, only doing up the middle button. Now to check the mirror. A finely dressed rat looked back at me, his light gray fur combed neatly. His collar was crooked though, but a quick fix made it line up just right.

Wait, should I bring my watch? No, no I won’t need it, my phone can tell me the time if I need to know. I pocketed it quickly and rushed outside to wave down a micro-safe taxi. The drive was short, but it would’ve been too long of a walk for someone my size. I was let off the ride right beside the entrance to the Watch Your Step nightclub. The sign announcing its name had a recent addition that showed the stylized head of a smirking gryphon. I recognized who that was instantly and hurried inside with a grin.

The reception desk was open and waiting, the possum behind it sending a small wave my way.

I returned the wave while taking the last few steps up to them. “Hi! I’m here to meet with

Justin.”

One of their brows rose as they asked. “The Justin?”

“Yep! Justin the Godly Gryphon.”

His other brow rose then with some surprise before he handed me a clipboard with a pen attached via a string. “Lucky you! Please read over these forms and sign where it asks you to then hand them back to me once you’re done. I’ll let him know you’re here in the meantime.”

“Thank you!” I grabbed the clipboard and stepped aside to take a seat in one of the chairs lining a nearby wall. I recognized the first form right away, it went over safety measures and outlined the importance of a safeword. It mentioned some etiquette near the end too. I signed at the bottom just like I had a few times before.

The other one was new though, the very first line read: ‘There’s no need for safewords with Justin.’ I was already squirming in my seat as I read on. It even mentioned the possibility of being taken for a day or two if Justin had enough fun with me! I signed the bottom of that page as well before moving onto the third and final one. It was the usual legalese form, with a section for emergency contacts just in case. I filled it out quickly, signed one last time, and got up to hand everything back to the possum clerk.

He checked for my signatures quickly before nodding and setting the clipboard aside. “Follow me please.”

There was some extra energy in my steps as I strode along behind him. I was finally going to meet Justin!

The god of a gryphon checked over his own outfit as an attendant notified him that his plaything for the night was nearly here. He stepped back and looked over himself in a wall-sized mirror in his personal office. His black mesh top was fitted nice and tight with its ruby-colored, octagon patterning lining up perfectly. Just barely visible under the mesh was a strange vest made of what looked like soft rope starting with an arch connecting his pink nipples, surrounded by the night sky patterning of most of his chest. That arch led down to his belly button before branching out into a mural of sorts that wrapped around his sides.

His legs weren’t covered much at all, save for a pair of boxers with the same ruby patterning as his top. Under them rested some tight briefs, its waistline showing a red band just above the edge of his boxers.

Justin’s feathers and fluff were perfectly clean and well groomed. The lotion he rubbed into his hands and pawpads just finished seeping in too. It was time to give Nick the best show of his life.

The massive doorway to his room was already opened as the possum receptionist escorted me up to it before stepping aside and gesturing for me to head in. “I hope you have a good time sir!”

“Thank you!” I waved to them as I hurried into the gigantic room until my shoes lightly clacked against a tile floor. I turned around and glanced down, but the sight of the door suddenly closing without anyone touching it grabbed my attention, making me stagger back slightly with the resounding click of it both closing and locking at once. I turned back around and continued forward, only now realizing how dimly lit this room was now that there wasn’t any light leaking in through the door frame.

It wasn’t long before I reached the center of the tiled section of the floor. “Hello?” I called out while looking around, examining the rest of the room. There was a massive mirror to one side, it looked like it took up the entire wall. I could just barely see my reflection in the bottom of it. To the opposite side rested rising shelves, arranged like steps with what looked like yoga padding on the top of each step. The space in front of me was blurry though, strange waves that resembled the sun’s heat bouncing off of a road would sometimes interrupt my view, keeping me from focusing on anything ahead of me.

I turned back around to make sure I wasn’t missing anything when a pair of thooms sounded out, making me whip right back around and stand at attention instinctively. Sure enough, those blurring waves were gone, revealing the macro performer I was lucky enough to get a private show with.

He was massive, his head nearly touching the ceiling as I gawked up, stunned by the sight of Justin’s looming form. The gryphon was dressed for the occasion, with a teasing mesh top, leaving just enough of his physique to my imagination but still showing enough to let me know he was well built.

My eyes slowly traced down his body then, admiring his shoulders, pecs, and mesh-obscured abs before focusing on those boxers. They were decorated the same way his top was, but my gaze continued to shift down along his legs before finally resting on his paws.

Golden claws tipped each toe, pink padding just barely visible as he stood there. But beyond the wall of toes in front of me were an enormous pair of paws. Each one could squash at least ten of me easily, and the toes… I would almost disappear under just one of them. My pants were starting to tent already as a booming voice echoed from up above.

“Hey Nick, I’m glad you like what you see!” His tone was warm and encouraging, but the smile on his face and the glint in his eyes showed me the same predatory glee I’ve seen in other dominant macros.

“H-Hi J-Justin! You look great!”

“Of course I do, I am a god after all~”

I fumbled over my words for a moment before finally saying “Y-Yeah that’s right!” I took a few steps back to keep from having to crane my neck up so high. But he was just so big, all my steps back did was give me an even better view of him as he set his fists on his hips and squinted at me as if asking where I was going. I blurted out the first thing on my mind. “What should we do?”

He smirked and squatted down, bringing himself closer and looming even further overhead. “You’re here for a good time, so that’s up to you, buddy. Let me know what you want me to do to you and I’ll take it from there.”

If I could blush any harder, I would. But my cheeks were already on fire as he locked eyes with me. It took a moment for me to register his answer and I froze on the spot before tracing along his body again. Paws, crotch, abs, pecks, beak, maybe even his hands… It was so hard to choose, but the bulging in my pants knew which part of Justin it preferred. So I looked back up and said. “Could you p-play with me using your paws?”

His smirk opened up into a grin as he nodded. “Of course I can, but I hope you don’t mind being sore for a while!” He straightened out as he spoke before snapping his fingers and stepping forward.

That snap made everything I was wearing disappear, leaving me nude as I gasped and looked down at myself. The whump of a paw to my left made me stagger, only for the thump of another to my right to knock me onto my rear.

“Eyes up here, you won’t want to miss this view~” He called out with a chuckle, one paw rising up.

I did as I was told and looked up, following that paw’s ascent as I slowly laid out flat on my back, cock twitching in the open air.

The massive, pink-padded stomper was even wider than I thought now that it was looming above me. The two deep creases on his sole looked ready to swallow up any one of my limbs as his toes flexed, claws glinting as the edges of the tile floor around me lit up, perfectly illuminating Justin’s lower half.

The shadows the contours of his paw should’ve casted on itself were illuminated as his paw rested so high above. I wondered how high up he would lift it until his voice echoed down to me. “Here it comes!”

Justin lowered his paw at twice the speed it was lifted, giving me only a handful of seconds to prepare myself. But the sudden reintroduction of the shadows every portion of his paw casted on itself commanded my attention. The texture just those shadows put on display made me let out a needy moan, eager to feel that texture myself. Right as I was about to be pinned beneath his sole, I threw my arms out to my sides and spread my legs.

The warmth of his paw hit me before anything, making my muscles relax just in time as his stomper plapped onto me, sealing me under the thick padding of his sole. My hips were only able to thrust once, in tune with a loud groan before he let just a fraction of his weight rest on me. I was pinned instantly, helpless to stop him as his sole encased my body, crotch included as my pride pulsed in a panic, my lungs desperately trying to heave in air.

I could both hear and feel his laugh up above, making me whimper out the last of my breath before a sudden pulse of pressure came, turning my whimper into a wheeze. But before anything started to ache, his paw lifted off of me, leaving me gasping and panting as I rolled onto my front and got onto my hands and knees, trying to catch my breath. But a nudge from the first toe on his other paw would send me onto my back again.

That same toe plopped right on top of me then, leaving only my hands and feet free.

“Don’t worry about getting enough breath, I’ll make sure you have plenty of air to moan with~” True to his word, a strange rush of cold entered my lungs as fresh oxygen filled them, only for the toe on top of me to press down, forcing that chilly air right back out with another moan. I gasped the instant his toe lifted off of me, only to let out a groan as it whapped back onto me again, and again, and again. Justin’s digit pounded me long enough for me to lose track of time, but when it finally relented, my entire front half felt raw and extra sensitive.

I stammered out some gibberish, hoping to ask him what he was doing, but I’d get my answer in the form of a final plap from his toe as it pressed down extra hard. I thought he might pop me like a grape, but then that toe twisted on top of me, sliding down slightly with each shift. At first I had no idea what he was doing aside from tenderizing me, but then that digit caught my cock. My head was only barely free from the press with how far his toe had slid down, leaving me free to let out a surprised yelp as my rod was ground against.

My arms and legs tried to kick and squirm, but they could only barely move as a deep chuckle filled my ears. He hauled my balls into the unrelenting press and grind as he counted down. “Three… Two… One…” Each number had a twist join it, turning my yelps into whimpers and moans, my resistance failing as I went limp with his final word. “Pop!”

Sure enough, my cock erupted with a brain-scrambling climax. My hips shuddered and shook, trying and failing to thrust against his insistent toe. I could feel my energy being sapped from my schlong as that climax continued much longer than it should have, cum splattering that toe and slowly forming a small pool under my hips.

“J-Justin I… Mmmph!” He interrupted my plea with a sudden lift of the toe he was terrorizing me with, replacing it with his heel. I couldn’t move, breathe, or even think as the pressure came. More force than I had ever experienced hit me and I thought I was about to crackle and snap into a broken plaything for the godly gryphon. But just as I was sure I was about to be flattened, a rush of warmth came, filling me with strength.

Then came a sudden lift as Justin rose onto his toes, only for his heel to THUMP back down on me. I tried to shout and even scream between impacts, but he either couldn’t hear me or didn’t listen as he pounded my body into submission. I didn’t splatter beneath his heel, but my balls sure did as everything in them was forced out by the unrelenting hammering of his heel.

I lost track of time yet again as the leathery pad plastered me to itself. The warmth of his paw had fully suffused into me by this point, making me sweat nonstop, making for a steamy heel-print on the tile with my outline in its center. Until eventually, I stuck to him, my whole front half gripped by the thick pad of his heel.

“Finally! For a while there I thought that I would have to tie you in place.” He lifted the paw I was stuck to and must’ve examined it judging by what he said next. “Just a sticker for my heel now, I love it when that happens naturally~”

I felt a rush of air and then a heavy press, locking me away in darkness for a moment, then another rush of cool air, and another press. And so on as he walked with me stuck to his heel, until he came to a pair of sandals with all sorts of straps. I was given a few seconds to look over them as he hovered the paw I was stuck to over its sandal. The straps in sported were all the same black as the rest of his outfit, with ruby red stitching lining those straps. There was even a bright ruby set into the center of the main strap. “I have a few more performances to do tonight. And since you’re already stuck down there, I’ll be bringing you along!”

He sounded almost too happy as he slipped one on and fit all the straps in place, each one giving off the sound of straining leather as he fit the sandal on tight. The indent his heel had left hugged me nice and snug against the round, pink pad by the time I could hear him putting the other sandal on.

I wasn’t sure if I had much cum left to squirt during his other performances, but I definitely enjoyed the all-encompassing hold I was stuck in. Relaxing pressure and comfortable warmth lulled me half to sleep by the time he started to walk again, where the sudden rushes of cold air that came between each THUMP woke me right back up.

Justin didn’t let me relax either, giving me sudden twists from his heel, juicing another climax out of me each time. It wasn’t long before I started firing blanks and began to hear ringing in my ears, my vision fading. I wondered if I might mistake tonight for a dream as Justin started his second performance of the night, knocking me into a lustful, bruised haze.

The rest of the night was a blur, all blending together under his heel. But there was one thing that I clearly remember. Justin was working with another performer on stage and I could sometimes see micros even smaller than me running around by his sandal. Until his hand scooped up a handful and sent them up to his mouth with a teasing. “Down the hatch you go~” Followed by a resounding gulp and a happy hum from the massive gryphon.