title: A Cumstained Choice aliases: [] tags: [FA] author: [Sokz] id: [47767482] date: 星期四, 十月 13日 2022, 4:44:32 下午 modified: 星期四, 十月 13日 2022, 4:55:07 下午

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A Cumstained Choice

Author: Sokz Source: A Cumstained Choice

It had been weeks since Brice had been broken. The days passed at an agonizingly slow pace, each hour spent at his master’s feet dragging on until it felt like an eternity. He could remember his time trapped in Ben’s sneakers more vividly than almost anything in his past life. Sometimes, those memories of when he was normal sized, of when he was just another person in the regular world, felt more like a dream than something that had ever really happened.

Now, the little wolf was a micro. A slave. A foot toy for giants that could crush him with a single step. His current master, a cute fennec fox by the name of Ben, was still better than the merciless corgi that had once made his life a living hell. At least Ben had some compassion in his heart. He talked to the micros as if they were still living, thinking souls. He gave them choices, and rarely put them through hell on the level of that unholy mutt.

But, at the end of everything, Ben was still a god. Cruel or not, Brice’s existence was only to make him feel better. He lived just to serve his every win, to rub his stinking feet, to worship him as a deity above everything else.

It was barely a life, but it's all he had anymore.

Brice rested in the corner of a ratty old shoebox with his eyes nearly closed. He had gotten used to the smell by that point, and even though his nostrils burned, he barely noticed the stink of feet. Across from him, curled up at different spots, were three other micros that the fox had found or been given.

Hunter was still trying to claw his way through the thick cardboard. It made sense to him. A lion who had once been on the football team and thought himself so great and powerful. His claws managed to dig into the material a little bit. If he worked hard, maybe he could make a hole within a month. Of course, that would only matter if his willpower held out that long.

Ed was new as well, but he wasn’t nearly as strong as the lion that worked next to him. A black cat, he still looked at everything with distrust and built up aggression. He snapped at anyone who tried to help him, and still talked back to his master. Ben had tollerated his nasty nature so far, but soon he’d be put in his place. They always were.

The final member of their puny group was a corgi. It was almost ironic that Brice’s last master had been the same breed, but that’s where the similarities ended. This one was timid, a freshman that flinched at every sound and reverberation in the earth. He had cried his first night here and barely spoke a word since. Even when Brice tried to be nice to him, he just shied away. Pretty different from the confident alpha that had tortured him all those months.

Riley. That was his name. It was one of the only things the little corgi had muttered during their days in this box.

Brice thought about going over to him again and trying to get a few words out of him, but the ground trembled before he pushed himself up. All four micros looked skyward as the impact grew stronger and stronger. Then the roof of their shoebox was lifted, light blinding their eyes as they squinted against the glare. When they adjusted, they saw the smiling face of their captor looking down at them.

Ben smiled pleasantly. His t-shirt hung loosely from his chest, and his ears were perky and full of fluff. If Brice didn’t know better, he would have thought he was cute. An adorable little fox that probably spent most of his days goofing off and playing video games. It wasn’t far from the truth, though there was something far more sinister under that cute facade.

“Morning guys,” he said down to the micros, keeping his voice low. He knew how much it hurt their ears when he used his full volume. “Get a good sleep?” None of the micros answered with more than a mumble. Riley just crawled towards one of the walls, trying to stay out of sight, while Hunter and Ed looked back at the master with barely hidden contempt. “Well, I had a great sleep. Lots of fun dreams. And it’s Saturday, so you know, got to sleep in.” His smile grew. “And now I was in the mood for some video games. Do I got any volunteers to rub my feet as I do?” When no one answered, he added, “I’ll throw in some snacks. Got a chocolate bar in my bag I wouldn’t mind giving you a piece of.”

Chocolate. Before, when Brice had been a normal person, he wouldn’t have thought much about such an offer. Now though, his mouth salivated at just the mental image of it. After surviving off of crumbs, lint, and toe gunk for the last few weeks, something so sweet and tasty was worth whatever troubles Ben asked.

Bashfully, Brice raised his hand. Hunter and Riley did the same. They were new here, but they already understood the rules. Ben rarely did anything the micros didn’t agree to, but the only way you ate real food, or drank real water, was to do what he asked. It was a cruel deal, but one they were forced to make.

“Three of you?” Ben said. “Sounds good.” He reached down and carefully picked up the three micros who had volunteered, holding them securely in the warm grasp of his paw. Only Ed was left in the box as he grabbed the box’s lid. “Maybe later,” Ben said down to the cat, “We’ll find something that’s more your style.”

With the lid slid back onto the box, Ben pushed himself off of the ground and walked over to his desk. Brice was able to see the dorm room that might as well have been his entire world. Small, cramped, and littered with all the things a college boy's room would have. Clothes were tossed haphazardly on the bed, which had been lying on his chair until just a few minutes ago. Papers were spread across his desk with no rhyme or reason. Dirt cluttered the carpet, and the blinds were only half drawn.

At least there was a sunny spot where he decided to drop them. With a thud, Brice and the other two micros landed on the carpet right under his desk. The wooden underside of the structure was visible if they looked up, as well as the mechanisms of the bottom of his chair. But that wouldn’t be the center of their attention for long.

The fennec plopped his butt into his desk chair and squirmed around until he was comfortable, grabbed his controller and switched on his console, then lowered his feet towards his tiny little slaves. His heels impact the carpet only a few inches in front of Brice, the meaty flesh of his sole hovering slightly in the air. Microscopic beads of sweat glistened in the mid morning light, almost tantalizing if it wasn’t for the smell.

Brice didn’t need to be told what to do. He knew the routine. Closing his eyes and mentally preparing himself, he walked closer to the giant fox’s paw and placed his hands on his skin. Instantly he felt warmth shooting through him, the one pleasant part of his experience. Slowly, tenderly, but forcefully, he began to rub.

Soon after, the other two micros joined him.

Ben leaned back against his chair as his video game continued. This was the best, a break in his normal routine of hard school work, studying for tests, trying to be social, and making sure his grades didn’t slip too far below average. It was exhausting, but at least on these Saturday mornings he could kick back, relax a little bit, play some mindless games, and let his micros worship his paws like the good little footlickers they were.

Sometimes he would zone out and become lost in his game, but whenever he glanced down he was reminded of his toys. They dutifully licked at his toes and rubbed at the rough spots of his paw pad. They scrubbed the gunk from the underside of his sole and did everything they could just to make his day a little more special. It really was a feeling unlike any he had in his normal life.

At first he had felt weird about micros. He was never a dominant person, and controlling the lives of another thinking, feeling creature felt so alien. But after a few weeks, he saw the upsides. They really were the best thing in the world.

Though, sometimes, he wished he could do a little bit more.

As he looked down at one of the micros, the little yellow corgi that embraced his toe as if it were a giant pillow, he couldn’t help but think of his best friend. The guy who had gotten him into micros in the first place, one of his best buddies in the whole world, was a corgi too. Sometimes Ben liked to pretend that it really was his buddy down there, licking the gunk from between his toes. He would have been so mad if that were the case, but he’d have to do it. After all, that’s what the life of a micro is.

Just the idea sent feelings through the young fennec’s body. Subconsciously, his hand reached between his legs and cupped his privates, all as he watched the little creatures worship his feet. He could feel himself growing, but he came back to his senses before it went too far.

They might be micros, but they were still people. He wouldn’t make them do anything they didn’t want, and that, that was too much, even for him. Turning back to his monitor, he started up the game.

Absent mindedly, he let his foot lower to the ground, the tiny corgi caught under his toe pad. The little guy struggled for a moment under the sudden change and pressure, but soon he continued his worship, and Ben felt licks against his paw pad once more.

Night time, and their box was nearly black. As Brice sat in his corner he could barely see the other three micros against the dark cardboard surface. Though the lid had been left off, and a little bit of light was able to come in through the window, it barely did anything to illuminate their lives.

But that might have been for the best. At least this way they wouldn’t be woken up by harsh sun rays at dawn. Plus, somehow, the darkness was comforting. Ben never picked them up and played with them once the lights were out. For now, they were safe.

Brice took a bite of his crumb of chocolate. It wasn’t anything substantial, and a macro wouldn’t have even noticed it if it had landed on the tip of his oversized tongue. But, for a tiny little wolf, these few bites of chocolate were a reminder of a life he once had. Plus, any meal that didn’t come in the form of toe gunk was a welcome change. He savored every bite, as did the other two micros that had worshiped their master’s paws. Across from him, a black cat sat with an empty belly. Eventually, he’d learn to play the game.

His sensitive ears perked up at the faint squeaking sound. It took him a moment to place it, but once he did he calmed down once more. They were just bed springs moving up and down as their master shifted his weight.

Only they weren’t stopping. Somewhat curious, Brice shifted to the side of the box that faced their master’s bed, then pressed his face against the cardboard. There was a tiny hole in the side that went all the way through, and he could just barely see the rest of the bedroom from his position.

Luckily, they had been placed on a table next to Ben’s bed. Sometimes he shoved them under and put the lid back on. That’s when the darkness really was complete. Here, however, they could still see a bit of the outside world.

It took a moment for Brice to recognize what he was seeing, all while the springs continued to creak. The blanket moved subtly, and their master’s eyes were closed. He breathed in and out rapidly, and a small smile was starting to push at his cheeks.

Well, he was a young man after all. Just because there were a couple of micros sitting nearby didn’t mean he couldn’t masturbate. Brice found himself chuckling at the display. Once, he would have been shocked to see another man pleasuring himself so close. Now, it was just another part of his life. At least he didn’t have to help.

Brice turned away from the display and closed his eyes, then tried to focus on the aftertaste of chocolate still on his gums.

Ben was still panting as he made it back to his dorm. His shirt was drenched in sweat, and his socks were so damp he could practically feel water squishing around in his shoes with every step. Today was cardio day at the gym, and he had definitely gotten a workout in. Didn’t help that the school’s air conditioning barely worked. What should have been a relatively easy few minutes on the running machine had been a sweaty jog through heat and muggy air, but he had done it.

He slid the key into his door and walked inside, the relatively cool air a pleasant change. His eyes moved over his room and found the shoebox sitting on the end table next to his bed, and he smiled the moment he saw it. There was one thing that got him through that workout and motivated him to continue. It might have been hot, sweaty, and miserable for him, but the idea of a few of his micros worshiping his toes afterward was too good to ignore.

“Hello little guys,” he said as he looked down at the four of them. He wished he had thought to bring one or two of them with him to the gym, but this was the next best thing. “I got a great opportunity for you.” A drop of sweat hung at the tip of his nose, then grew too heavy to hold on. It landed in the center of the box and splattered in a wave, a few teeny droplets hitting the four tiny slaves. “Just got back from the gym and I need a good foot rub. Anyone want to volunteer?” Understandably, none of them seemed eager. “What if I offer you a piece of… this!” he reached into his pocket and pulled out a bag of jerky. Though he wasn’t normally a fan of dried meats, he knew his pets loved it. A bit of protein in their diets was a rare treat.

Their eyes lit up at the sight. At first, none of them answered, the threat of his sweaty paws too great. Then, one by one, they stood up and offered their bodies to his feet. Even the black cat, who was so stubbornly against his paws, volunteered.

“Perfect,” Ben said with a slightly sinister grin as he reached for his four playthings.

He gently pinched each micro, one by one, between his forefinger and thumb before lifting them to his waiting palm. Once he had all four of them safely resting in his open hand, their tiny bodies contained on his warm, sweaty paw, he walked over to his desk.

As he did so, he found his excitement growing. It was like he was back at the gym, his adrenalin flowing and his senses heightened. Something about holding these guys, about knowing how uncomfortable it must be for them, but how they would willingly endure something so disgusting just for a little bite to eat, was exhilarating.

It was a feeling that he had been experiencing less and less as he grew used to his micro servants. When he first played with the wolf those weeks ago, it had felt like this. Dominating another living creature was amazing, and beyond what he could ever hope to describe, but he grew used to it after a while.

But this was new. He had never asked his micros to worship his sweaty paws after an entire workout at the gym before. As he placed the four of them under his desk, plopped his butt into his chair, then placed his paws right in front of his little servants, he pictured what they must be thinking. They’d be terrified at how much bigger he was than them. They’d be grossed out by the sweat dripping down his toes, or his damp fur that stuck out in patches in between his paw pads. They would cringe at the salty taste as it overwhelmed their senses, and they might even weep at how absolutely pathetic they had become.

It was all so much, and as he felt their little hands against his paw, he reached a new level of excitement. Ben closed his eyes and focused on the feeling, allowing them to worship in whatever ways they wanted.

As they did so, he found himself growing excited in another way. His hand reached down to his waist without thought, and before he was even aware of what he was doing, he was rubbing his cock through the loose fabric of his shorts.

He licked his lips as he thought about his micros. They had to lick his paws if they wanted a treat. They had to clean them and worship them and do everything that only a bug should ever have to do.

It was exhilarating, but as the minutes ticked on, he found a new idea impossible to push away. Sure, it was humiliating for them to lick his paws, but what if they had to do more? He opened his eyes and glanced down at his waist and the noticeable bulge that pushed at the elastic waistband.

Could he… no, that was too far. He shook his head, trying to convince himself that he wouldn’t do anything like that. It was one thing to offer them food to play around with his paws, but forcing them against his junk? No, he couldn’t do that. He just couldn’t!

But… he could give them a choice. After all, if they said no, that would be it. He wouldn’t force them to do anything they didn’t want to do. That was fair, right? After all, his corgi friend wouldn’t have given them a choice. If he was horny, he’d just crush a few of them against his cock and go to town. If anything, Ben was being charitable.

He pressed his cock down against his leg with his open hand, trying to hide his excitement. The fennec then spread his paws so he could see the four micros below him, each one on their knees and already covered in sweat. Just the sight alone was almost enough to force his cock into the air again.

Ben gulped and refocused himself. “Hey, uh…” he began, suddenly nervous. “I, uh, got another offer. You know, if you want it. And you don’t have to or anything but I’d… you know, it would be cool I guess.” He tried not to smile. “I’ll give you guys something special. Like…” he glanced around his desk, then saw a single chocolate chip cookie sitting on a paper plate, a leftover from a midnight snack binge a day prior. “How about this!” He grabbed the cookie and broke it in half. “I’ll give you half a cookie. That’ll be a feast for one of you!”

The micros hesitantly looked at each other, unsure of what was being offered. Ben continued, finding his excitement still growing. “I just need a volunteer to…” he stopped when he came to the final word. Though he knew they were barely people anymore, and that he had no reason to be embarrassed, it was still hard to say. “Someone to rub against my… junk.” He waited for them to answer, but they just stared back at him. “It’ll be above my underwear, so you won’t even have to touch anything. Unless you want to, I guess. But like I said, you don’t have to. And you’d get all of this!” He waved the cookie half in front of them once more, hoping it would be enough to entice them in.

None of them moved. Ben felt his anxieties growing. Sure, it was just a choice they could make, but he really wanted one of them to agree. No, it was more than that. As the seconds ticked on and no one volunteered, he realized he needed one of them to do it. He couldn’t think of anything else. Every breath was filled with lust as the image of one of their tiny bodies pressed against his cock refused to leave.

What would he do if no one volunteered? Increase the bribe? But with what? They were so small, he could just… no, he wasn’t going to do that. He was going to be nice and treat them like real people. They had to agree, but…

The wolf stood up. Feebly, he raised his hand, his trembles visible even from the great distance between them. It was a simple action, barely one worth registering, but it made Ben’s face glow as if this was the best day of his life.

He reached down for the micro and gently picked him up in his shaking hand, leaned back against his chair, then placed the wolf on his lap. Slowly, he pulled down the waistband of his shorts and allowed his underwear to be revealed. When it slipped past his jump, his cock popped back up to its height, pulled down only by the once loose fabric of his boxers.

The wolf, standing just a few inches in front of it, took a step back in shock. Though Ben couldn’t see his expression, he knew the little guy must have been mortified. Imagine seeing another man’s junk up close, only it's bigger than your entire body. No, more than that, it towers over you. It is a monolith that you could barely even climb.

“Well,” Ben began. “Go ahead.” The wolf turned back to him with a pitiable expression that was just as intoxicating as Ben had imagined, then returned his attention to his shaft. With delicate footsteps, he approached the base of his mighty penis.

Ben closed his eyes, then felt the barely perceptible presence of tiny hands on his shaft. He let out a deep sigh that he hadn’t realized he was holding, then let his cock flex with joy from the slight touch. Brice was almost knocked off of his feet by the sudden movement, but returned to his duties immediately.

It was amazing, and everything Ben hoped it would be. A little wolf worshiping his shaft, completely dominated in every way possible. The bug’s manhood was shattered, and he was left as just a bug to please his master.

Without really thinking, Ben reached forward and wrapped his paw around his cock. He began rubbing, gently pleasuring himself while keeping his eyes on the little micro. This was perfect, everything he wanted it to be. Before long, he felt the pressure growing inside of him.

His grip tightened and his breaths came faster. He curled his toes and felt some of the others down below. Sweat rolled down his body and his strokes grew faster. Everything was perfect and he was so close to climaxing. All it would take was a little bit longer. Just a few more strokes.

But then the wolf turned away from his cock. Ben stared down at the micro, unsure of what was happening. Then he saw Brice look up at him and shake his head.

“Please,” the micro said, his voice barely audible. “I don’t want to do this anymore.”

Ben felt like he was watching his soul leave his body. Stop? Now, of all times!? No, he couldn’t. They had already gone too far. He was going to rub his dick whether he liked it or… Ben closed his eyes and remembered himself. “O… Okay,” he answered, knowing it was the right thing to do.

He wanted to continue more than he wanted anything in his life, but he knew when to stop. Taking a few deep breaths, the fennec calmed himself. His cock began to soften, and his shoulders let out their tension. “That’s fine,” he said down. “We can stop.” He pulled his paws away from the other micros. “You guys too. That’s enough for today. I guess.” It was impossible to keep his disappointment hidden.

After that, he returned the micros to their shoebox. He gave them their rewards, even though they had barely even started, and even gave Brice a quarter of the cookie. After all, he had earned a little bit.

That night, thoughts of the interaction repeated in Ben’s mind as he played with himself under the covers. He wasn’t being quiet about it. His occasional moan, or thrust, or the rhythmic squeaks of the bedsprings under him were unmistakable. He was sure that if any of the micros resting next to him in their shoebox were still awake, they would know exactly what he was doing.

But he didn’t care. He needed this, and had waited almost all day just to play with himself. Only this time, in his mind, he didn’t stop when the wolf asked him to. He crushed the tiny canine against his cock and pumped furiously, then exploded a fountain of cum onto his tiny body.

His imagined self and his real self finished at the same time. After that, he let his eyes close and his breathing returned to normal. Maybe, if he was lucky, he’d dream of the micros too.

When morning came, Ben groggily stood from his bed, opened the curtains to allow the sunlight to brighten his gloomy single bedroom dorm, then walked to the bathroom with slow and heavy steps. He went through his routine as he always did, first fixing his fur then fluffing his tale, before returning to the main room. His eyes flashed upon the box of tinies as he went to put on his clothes.

Carefully, he lifted the lid off of the box, saw the four little guys waiting at the bottom, then picked them up and placed them on his mattress. “Good morning,” he saw brightly, hoping to keep them in a pleasant mood. After all, he had a favor he wanted to ask them. “How’d you guys sleep? Really well, right?” None of the micros answered. They were still half asleep themselves.

Ben laughed a little as one of them, the corgi, tried to stand up and lost his footing on the uneven bed sheets. “Don’t worry,” he said to them. “Nothing crazy today. Just a couple classes, a group meetup, then I’m done. And… I was thinking… would any of you guys like to join me?” None of them answered. He quickly added, “It won’t be too bad or anything. I’ll even let you pick where you stay. You can be in my shoe, or my pants, or… I don’t know, I could tie you to my armpit somehow.” He shrugged, not really sure what he was asking.

All the fox knew was that he wanted to have one of his micros close to him today. He wanted to feel their tiny bodies pressed against his. He wanted to play with them, squish them a little, and know that he was all powerful.

But none of them were volunteering. He bit his lip gently as a familiar feeling moved through him, that same gentle annoyance as before. “Come on, it’s not that bad. I’ll give you a cookie or something.” Still, none of them raised their hands. He felt his claws gently flexing as his annoyance grew. Ben was tempted to snap at them, to tell them that they didn’t have a choice, but his gentle nature returned before the flash could result in anything sinister. “That’s… fine…” he forced himself to say. “We can just have fun when I get back.”

The fox shook his head, letting his disappointment grow and fade. He supposed today would just have to be a normal day. Probably for the best. If he had a micro to play with he’d never be able to focus through the lectures.

He walked over to his closet and picked out a jacket that went well enough with the rest of his outfit, threw it on without much effort, then reached down and grabbed his sneakers. They weren’t much to look at, and the fabric sides were becoming worn through. The sole had lost almost all of the details that had once been carved into the rubber, and the laces were frayed. A gentle aroma greeted him when he brought them close to his nose. Not strong enough to make him gag, but definitely noticeable. The perfect sneaker to put a micro in, if any of them wanted to volunteer.

Again, he suppressed his annoyance as he walked back to his bed. He was about to drop his sneakers and shove his feet into them when he noticed something. The corgi from before had wandered from the rest of the group. While the other three were still resting where he dropped them, the dog was further along the bed. Was he trying to escape? No, he had them better trained than that. But still…

Ben just barely managed to keep a smile off of his face as he turned around, bent over, then began to sit on the edge of his bed. It was a normal motion. He needed to sit down to put on his sneakers, right? And if there happened to be a corgi that ran into the path of his ass, that was hardly his fault. If anything, it showed that the little dog wanted it to happen.

His butt crashed down into the bed. He sank into the springs and felt the soft resistance of the mattress under his pants. When he focused, he could feel the twist of the sheets, the folds in the blanket, a spot where the springs were a little bit firmer, and just barely perceptible, the bulge of a tiny little dog.

The feeling was beyond words, and he felt himself growing more excited with every movement as he crushed the micro deeper into the cheeks of his ass. With slow and deliberate actions, he slipped on one of his shoes, tied the laces, slipped on the other, repeated the bow, then leaned back on his tiny plaything.

“Well,” he said, turning to the other three micros resting next to him. They all stared at his backside with mixed expressions of horror. “Guess this is it for me. Off to class. You sure none of you want to join me?” They didn’t answer, but that was fine. He had enough fun for one morning. “Okay, your choice. But that means we’ll have a lot to do later.” Finally, he pushed himself off of the bed, allowing the micro a chance to breathe.

Hiding his amusement, Ben picked up his micros and placed them back in their box, pretending to be completely oblivious to the corgi’s plight.

Ben passed the rest of the day without too many issues or distractions. During some of the more boring lectures, he found his mind wandering to past events, but he was able to pull himself out before things became too hot. Sometimes he would remember the feeling of that wolf rubbing his crotch or the tiny pebble under his ass. It was enough to make him want to run off to the bathroom and finish things, but there would be time for that later.

He spent more than a few minutes brainstorming ways he could convince his little pets to do more for him. When he passed a vending machine, he looked over all the snacks and thought about which one would be the tastiest. Maybe there were other things he could give them instead of food? Things like clothes, or a way to bathe themselves, or some form of entertainment. It was an idea, though he also liked them a little smelly.

When he returned from school, he offered the micros a simple deal. Just rub his feet for a little bit, same as usual. Except, this time, none of them volunteered. Ben didn’t argue the point or get mad about it. Instead, he just placed them on the bed again and made sure there was another “Accident.”

This time, the lion managed to slip off of the mattress and fall into his tight-fitting underwear right before he pulled them up. That’s where he stayed as Ben changed out of his street clothes and into something more athletic before heading to the gym.

That day, he went extra hard. He powered through a full hour of the elliptical, grinding his butt into the seat whenever he needed a little more motivation to continue. The feeling of the struggling lion was always enough to give him a quick boost.

Soon he was drenched in sweat, burning hot, and panting with exhaustion. He knew that his smell must have been noticeable, and just the feeling of his shirt sticking to his back was enough to make him want to take a shower. But he could resist that temptation a little bit longer. After all, the more time he waited, the more time his little micro got to spend in his pants.

Eventually, after a particularly long and grueling workout, he returned to his dorm and let his pants fall to the ground. Only then did he “discover” the lion that had been trapped there.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” Ben had said as he placed the tiny guy back in his box. “Here, have a cookie. That’ll make up for it.” He left a chunk of a sugar cookie in with the lion, but the micro didn’t make any move to eat it. His sweat drenched body just collapsed in a heap on the cardboard.

With a smile, Ben left them alone, ready to take that shower.

“We need to do something,” Hunter said, his mane still damp from an accidental afternoon trapped within his master’s gym shorts. His eyes were still wide, his body still hurt, and he didn’t know if he would ever forget the stench of the fennec as long as he lived.

“Yeah, fuck this,” Ed answered, his cat eyes hastily looking around the box. He was the only one that managed to avoid their master’s games, but that didn’t make him feel any safer. “He’s fucking crazy.”

“He sat on me!” shouted Riley. “His ass! Right on my face!”

“Hush!” Hunter chided. “Keep your voice down. We don’t want him to hear.” All four of the micros were clustered together, huddled in one corner of their shoebox. It was nighttime, and though they needed their rest for whatever horrors the day ahead would bring them, they knew that they needed to talk about what had been happening. A cool wind blew in through the open window, the light from the outside moon the only thing by which they could see.

“Sorry,” the corgi sheepishly answered. “It’s just scary, you know? Like, I thought he was kind of nice at first, but this is too much. Every day it gets worse.”

“First it was his damn feet,” Ed continued, “Now it's his ass, or his armpits, or his dick. And what are we supposed to do? Say no? Then we don’t get to eat. He might as well just force us against his dick and be done with it.”

“Hey, guys,” Brice said, his voice calmer than the others, “It isn’t that bad.”

“How?” Ed spat. The others looked just as confused.

“Because, even though he sits on us, and steps on us, he’s still one of the nice ones.” Flashes of his time with the corgi chilled his spine. “Back with my old master, we weren’t even given an option. If he wanted to break us, he did. If he wanted to crush us, he did. There wasn’t any question. At least Ben treats us like we’re alive.”

“Still,” said Hunter, “I’d rather be free than treated as a plaything. I say we all escape. There are a few holes in the box we can widen. If we just work at them a little I’m sure,”

“And then what?” Brice asked.

“Then we escape,” Hunter answered. “We get out of here and find a micro colony or something.”

“I’m telling you,” said the wolf, “You won’t make it.”

The cat scoffed. “I’d rather die running than get crushed against his dick.”

As the conversation continued in barely audible voices, Ben sat in his bed with the covers pulled up to his chin, his eyes closed but sleep was far away. He just couldn’t quiet his brain. No matter how much he tried to push away all the erotic ideas, they kept squirming their way into his consciousness. Just like in lectures, he found himself thinking about his micros. The feeling of them under his feet, against his ass, deep within his armpits, up against his cock, it was all too much for him to ignore.

He opened one eye and glanced at the digital clock that sat next to his bed. Almost 1 a.m. If he didn’t get some sleep soon, he’d be a zombie for the entire day. Again, he shut his eyes tight and tried to fall asleep, but his cock just wouldn’t allow him.

Ben rolled over onto his back, his hand unconsciously moving down to his waist. It moved down the soft fur of his belly, slid under his briefs, then curled playfully around his junk. He felt the heat of his manhood and let out a slight sigh, his cock engorging from the simple movement.

He wasn’t going to get to bed until he dealt with these thoughts. His fist tightened around his manhood and he began pumping, his thoughts lingering on the tiny creatures he so badly wanted to play with.

As things heated up, he found his hands shaking. The micros were so close, maybe he could grab one. Maybe the wolf. He had been willing to touch his dick before, maybe he’d be willing to go a little farther.

But maybe he’d just say no again. He’d shake his head and say it was too far, and ask just to be put back in his box so he could go to sleep. And then the other micros would just look at him with that same pissed off glance, like he was the one responsible for everything that happened. Didn’t they understand that he was being nice? After all, other people would have just grabbed one and crushed him against his cock by now. They were micros. Their only role in life was to fulfill his every wish.

Ben felt a bead of sweat dripping down his forehead. “Fuck it,” he whispered as something within him broke. He wanted to play with one of his toys. No, he NEEDED to. No more waiting, no more offers. One of them was going to be his jerk off toy, and there was no other way around it.

The fennec shifted over to the side of his bed, reached into the open box, then grabbed the first micro his fluffy fingers wrapped around. The wolf, he soon realized as he pulled him in front of his face.

“Hey,” Ben said to the tiny creature as he let the wolf rest in his open palm. “Listen, I’m really horny right now. Mind playing with my dick, same as before?”

The wolf didn’t answer. He just sat on Ben’s hand, dumbly staring back as if he didn’t understand what was happening. Normally he’d take his time and reassure the little guy that everything was going to be fine, but he had a situation to resolve. “Alright, you’re doing it. Just shut up and rub my dick.”

Before the micro could respond, he moved his hand down towards his waist. Without looking, he cupped his hand and pressed his palm against his fully hardened manhood, his grip strong as he crushed the little fox against the burning hot skin. “Oh,” he moaned at the feeling of his tiny little claws scratching against his cock. “Yes, just like that.”

He began pumping, his mind focused only on the feelings at his crotch. It was everything he hoped it would be.

“Fuck this!” Ed practically shouted. “Make the hole, I’m getting out of here!” The three micros had been sent into a panic as Ben’s hand came down and snatched their friend without warning. They could hear the low moans coming from their master, and it was clear what he was happening just outside of their box. This was too much, and their minds were made up.

“I’m on it!” Hunter answered as he went over to one of the larger holes in the box and began ripping at the confines. His claws cut through the thick paper, and though it took all of his strength, he was able to tear off a few chunks. Normally he would have been too afraid of his master seeing his actions, but something told him that Ben had other thoughts on his mind.

“Yeah…” their master moaned as he continued jerking off, the tiny wolf pressed against his manhood.

Within a few minutes, the lion had made a hole just barely big enough to squeeze through. It wasn’t much, but that’s all he needed. “Guys,” he shouted to the others. “I’m done!” He then turned to the hole and pushed his arms through, his head and shoulders following. It was a tight fit, but with some struggling, flexing, and a push from the other side, he was able to force himself through.

The smaller cat and corgi climbed out afterward without nearly as much trouble.

“Where now?” Riley asked, the sounds of their master still unmistakable in the dark. They were on the opposite side of the box as him, but they were far from safe. Looking around, they were able to see the wooden top of his side table. The floor would be hundreds of feet below, and they had no way of getting down.

“Uh…” Hunter hummed as he searched for options. His eyes settled on the desk lamp that sat close to them, the bulb off and the wire leading down to the floor. “That,” he answered, pointing to their path forward.

Hastily, the trio of micros crawled down the wire and scaled the sheer cliff of their master’s nightstand. When they reached the bottom, they dropped onto the thick carpet and began their sprint towards the door. They didn’t spare a thought for their friend as his torture continued. The only thought on their minds was escape.

When they were halfway to the door, firmly in the middle of the floor with nothing they could hide under or behind, they heard the bed springs squeak. Hunter turned around to see their master leaning to the side of the bed, his free hand lowering into their shoebox while his eyes remained closed.

“Fuck,” the lion whispered. Ben felt around for a moment, searching for another toy to play with, but soon realized there was no one. His eyes opened and his stroking slowed, then he leaned over to look inside the box. When he did, his jaw dropped.

“What the hell?” he said to himself. The giant glanced at the nightstand, then his bed, then finally his cold eyes moved across the floor and spotted the trio running through the nighttime haze. “Oh, no fucking way.” With a powerful motion, he threw the blanket off of his body and jumped off of the bed.

The impact of his heavy paws on the ground was enough to trip the three micros. They fell onto the thin carpet and struggled to keep moving as the impacts continued. Ben walked over to them with powerful stomps, his angry footsteps impossible to ignore as he came closer.

Hunter stared upwards as his god’s feet planted firmly on either side of him. Directly overhead, Ben loomed like a monster, a giant creature that had come from another world to crush them out of existence. His underwear was gone, and he stood before them completely nude, his fluffy balls held tight under his thick, fully erect shaft. Beyond the tip of his cock, still dripping with pree, he saw the angry face of his master staring down.

“What the hell?” Ben said down to the trio. “What, you guys think you can run away?” He gripped his cock a little harder, and Hunter could just barely make out a whimper from between the god’s fingers. “I give you food, I give you snacks. What more do you want!?”

Ed stood on shaking legs. “We want to be treated like people!” The cat regained some of his composure. “We don’t want to lick your feet anymore, or have you sit on us. And we don’t want to rub your stupid dick!”

All his confidence was erased as Ben lifted his paw and slammed it down, the impact enough to send the cat sprawling to the carpet. “So,” the fennec said, “You guys don’t want to worship me? Well too bad, you’re micros. That’s what micros do!” He lifted his paw and moved it over the lion, letting his toes flex slightly in anticipation. “If that means I want to step on you, then I get to step on you!”

He lowered his paw to the ground, not enough to crush the lion, but enough to pin him between the fleshy paw pad, still covered in sweat, and the unforgiving ground below. His head barely managed to peek out from between two of his toes as Ben leaned forward, squeezing the air out of him.

“If that means I want you to lick my paws clean, then that’s what you’re going to do!” He lifted his other paw and moved it to the terrified corgi. Riley tried to run, but the heavy paw slammed into his back and squashed him down, the toes curling around his tiny body keeping him trapped.

Ed tried to back up, looking at the paws on either side of him, completely horrified. Then he looked upwards and locked eyes with his master. “P… please,” he begged. “I’m sorry.”

“Good. Then you’re learning your place.” Ben reached down and wrapped his fingers around the tiny cat. As he pulled him upwards, he let go of his shaft, taking the pressure off of the little wolf.

The giant brought up both of his hands and tilted them upwards, allowing the micros to rest on his open palms. One of them was a tired wolf, covered in sweat and precum, his body almost crushed. The other was a cat, still alive and terrified, fearful of what was to come.

“I think you’ve had enough,” Ben said to the wolf. “I’ll give you a break. You can just play with my nipples a little.” Gently, he moved the wolf to his chest and held him against the soft skin. Soon he felt the tiny licks of a micro that knew his place. “And you,” Ben continued, eyeing the cat. “What’d you say before? Something about how you didn’t want to rub my dick?”

“No, please,” the cat begged. “Come on man, not that. I’ll rub your feet, or your armpit, or your nipples, or whatever! Just don’t make me do that, please!”

“Sorry, but I’m not making deals with you anymore.” With a snide grin, Ben lowered the micro towards his crotch. He could still hear the tiny cat shouting in horror as he brought his hand below his cock, wrapped the fingers around his girth, then crushed the tiny feline into his skin with as much force as his grip could provide.

Again, Ben moaned as he began pumping. With all four micros worshiping him, he knew he wouldn’t last long. Riley and Hunter were under his feet, licking and rubbing his toes as he simply stood on them. Brice played with his hard nipples, his face squashed into his skin. Ed was covered in precum, his black fur drenched as his bones bent and groaned against the pressure. Up and down, Ben continued to pump, his pace growing faster. He began panting as he was fully lost in the moment. His hips thrust and his mouth opened. Then, with a final bone shattering grip, he came.

Thick white ropes of cum erupted from the tip of his dick to cover his dorm room floor. And he continued to stroke, more globs came loose and flowed down his skin, soon rolled over by his hand as he allowed the kitty to sop up some of what was left.

It was amazing, one of the best orgasms he had in his entire life. He continued to stroke for a few more seconds, letting his balls fully empty before finally pulling his hand away. “There we go,” he moaned in pure ecstasy. “Now I can finally get some sleep.”

He moved without thinking. Casually, he dropped the cum soaked kitty into his other hand, right next to the wolf. He stepped off of the two micros that had been below him, moved over to his bed, then grabbed the underwear he had ripped off previously. Stepping into the leg holes, he pulled it up and felt the waistband tighten around his belly.

“Hm…” he hummed as he glanced at his box. “Looks like you ripped a hole in it. No worries, I know a good place to keep you.” Without looking, he opened his waistband and dropped his two micros inside. They tumbled along the soft fabric until they slid under his balls, his cum soaked fur greeting them.

Not forgetting about the others, he scooped up the lion and corgi and did the same before returning to bed. They be kept close to him that night, nice and secure. It didn’t matter if they wanted to be somewhere else, of if the smell of his sweaty, cum stained fur was too much for them to handle. They had their chance to make deals and earn a life for themselves. Now, they were just his toys. With all four tinies securely pressed against his junk, stuffed into his underwear, he knew they’d be safe and sound.

Ben’s eyes closed as he leaned back on his pillow. Today had been a good day, but he still couldn’t wait for tomorrow.