Dylan’s heart jackhammered as the underwear lurched, the fabric tightening around him like a trap. He scrambled, tiny hands grasping at the cotton threads, but the world was tilting too fast. The musky scent of the giant’s body hit him harder now, sharper and cleaner than before—a faint soapy edge from the shower, mingling with the raw, primal heat of skin. Above him, Theo’s massive cock and hairy balls loomed closer, a shadowed wall of flesh descending with terrifying speed.
“Oh, crap, crap, crap!” Dylan squeaked, his voice a frantic whisper. “Not the dick, not the dick!”
The underwear snapped into place, the fabric yanking taut. Dylan tumbled, sliding helplessly until he landed with a soft thump atop the coarse jungle of Theo’s hairy balls. The heat was overwhelming, the skin beneath him radiating warmth. Inches from his face, Theo’s cock rested, thick and heavy, its clean, musky scent flooding Dylan’s senses. He froze, cheeks burning, his tiny body pinned safely but precariously in the snug pocket of fabric.
“Oh my God,” Dylan muttered, his voice trembling with a mix of panic and something else—something he didn’t want to admit. “I’m… I’m literally on his balls. His balls. And that’s… his dick. Right there.”
He swallowed hard, eyes wide as he stared at the massive shaft so close to his face. The faint sheen of post-shower dampness glistened on Theo’s skin, and the smell—clean yet undeniably masculine—made Dylan’s head spin. He’d always known he liked guys, but this? This was too much, too close, too everything. His cheeks flushed hotter, embarrassment crashing over him like a wave.
“Okay, okay, focus, Dylan,” he whispered, his voice barely audible over the thud of his own heartbeat. “You’re not supposed to be this turned on right now. You’re trapped, not… not on a date!”
The fabric shifted slightly as Theo moved, oblivious to the tiny intruder. Dylan yelped, clinging to the coarse hair to keep from sliding closer to the cock. “Theo, dude, you gotta feel me here, right? I’m, like, on your junk!” he squeaked, knowing full well Theo couldn’t hear him. “Oh man, this is so messed up. Why is this kinda… hot?”
He pressed his hands to his face, mortified, his body buzzing with adrenaline and a shameful spark of arousal. The warmth, the scent, the sheer closeness—it was overwhelming. “Get it together, Dylan,” he muttered. “You’re not supposed to enjoy being stuck on a giant’s balls. You gotta get out before he sits down or… or worse.”
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