This choice: Decided a shower was in order • Go Back...Chapter #7Showering with the Soccer star by: Unknown "So you're a CBT!" Owen said, looking down eagerly at you. "I heard rumours about them but I never imagined it would be true! What happened to you little fella?" You relaxed a little, Owen seemed friendly and maybe he could help you out. You began to explain your situation, telling the English God how you'd been knocked out and when you awoke you were a tiny slave to Akon! You went on to tell him how you escaped and wound up here in the gym and in the grip of the titanic Owen. Owen frowned and bit his lip as you finished your story. He wanted to help you for sure but he knew that since you had been shrunk and turned into a CBT you had lost all human rights. Any giant man could claim you as his own and no matter how badly he treated you, nothing could be done to save you from your height. He could return you to Akon but what would be the fun in that?! He had found you therefore you belonged to him now Owen decided. "Right little man I've decided I won't give you back to Akon!" Owen announced and your squealed in delight. Surely the mighty man would free you or find a cure for the shrinking you thought. "However" Michael continued "You now belong to me. I found you so you are my property and must do as I say from now on! Got that? Good!" The giant began to walk toward the shower, grasping you in his hands, totally ignoring your pathetic struggles. You tried in vain to wriggle out of his fingers but not only were they far too strong to push open but the drop to the floor would certainly kill you! Anyway, you thought, consoling yourself, Owen can't be worse than Akon. Can he?
Michael headed toward the shower room and grabbed his towel from his locker. Checking no one was around he placed you on the bench, pinned beneath his towel so you couldn't move. You heard the rustling of clothing from beneath your cotton prison and when Michael finally removed the towel you gasped in lust and wonder. Owen was fully naked! His thick cock hung above two large, slightly hairy balls below his rock hard abs and large pecs. As the giant reached forward you caught a glimpse of his bubble but and couldn't help but get a small boner over the impeccably bronze, smooth muscle. Owen grinned as he saw you standing there opened mouthed and sporting a small hard on. "Come on mate" He chuckled "You're about to get allot more personal with my body!" Owen turned on the shower and stood below it, closing his eyes and moaning as the hot water caressed his aching muscles. He picked you up and splashed a drop of water on you in a childish manner which made you laugh. You were starting to enjoy your new Master's rule afterall! "Get ready!" Owen said, rubbing warm water all over your little frame. "For what?" You asked in surprise. You soon got your answer.
The Godly footballer placed you on his well muscled chest and began to rub you up and down across his pecs. You were pressed hard against his skin and forced to swallow a mouthful of the sportstar's foul workout sweat. You gagged and spat the terrible, salty liquid out onto the floor of the shower. Owen however didn't seem to care about your plight and he continued to rub you up and down the length of his entire torso. One moment you were going across his washboard abs, the next tickling his erect brown nipples, all the time being made to breath in his masculine scent and swallow yet more of his jock sweat. Satisfied that his torso was clean he moved you onto your next task; cleaning that bubble but of his! You were pushed deep into his crack and brushed up against his tight anus. You screamed and begged for mercy as he forced you to breath in the awful aroma that is a man's intestinal gas before he allowed you some relief, bringing you back out in the air again. However your freedom was short-lived and you found yourself going back in-between his ripped glutes again and again, each time being rubbed up and down his crack, in his hairs and all around his hole. However over time the smells and tastes became less and less terrible and you grew to like your torture. You wanted more of his sweat and, as the giant rubbed you up and down one of his arse cheeks, you began to lick all the sweat up, greedy for more of Master's nutrients. Owen could feel you licking and rubbing and smiled. He had broken you in it seemed!
"Do you love your Master then" Owen asked you cockily, holding you out in-front of him. You stared up at the muscular God in wonder. Now you were away from his foul ass his power over you had lessened and you felt shame for allowing yourself to give in so easily to him. "I said, do you love me and accept me as your God?!" Owen barked, angry at your timid silence. Do you give in to the mighty Michael?  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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