Matt woke to the faint rumble of Jacob’s snoring, the giant’s chest rising and falling beneath him like a living landscape. The warmth of Jacob’s hairy pecs was stifling, the musky scent of his skin clinging to Matt’s tiny body. The dorm room was dimly lit, dawn creeping through the blinds, and Matt’s heart raced as he realized what was coming: Jacob’s morning routine. He’d overheard Jacob talk about it in the locker room—grueling, sweaty, and relentless. For a tiny like Matt, trapped in Jacob’s world, it would be a sensory onslaught.
The snoring stopped abruptly, and Jacob stirred, his massive arm shifting, nearly knocking Matt off his perch. “Mornin’, shrimp,” Jacob mumbled, his voice gravelly with sleep. His brown eyes cracked open, glinting with amusement as he spotted Matt clinging to his chest hair. “Ready for the ride? Gotta get this body pumped and stinkin’ for you.” His grin was wicked, but there was a playful edge to it, a warmth that made Matt’s stomach twist with conflicting emotions.
Jacob sat up, the motion sending Matt tumbling into the valley of his abs, each ridge slick with overnight sweat. Jacob chuckled, scooping Matt up in his calloused palm. “You’re comin’ with me, tiny. Let’s see how you handle a real man’s morning.” He stood, his boxers tenting slightly as he stretched, his massive frame towering over the room. Matt’s world tilted as Jacob carried him to the bathroom, the air growing humid as Jacob cranked on the shower—but not for cleaning. “Gotta loosen up first,” Jacob said, setting Matt on the sink counter, the cold porcelain a shock against Matt’s naked skin.
Jacob stripped off his boxers, his cock swinging free, already half-hard from morning wood. The musky scent hit Matt like a wave, and Jacob smirked, noticing Matt’s wide-eyed stare. “Don’t get too excited, perv,” he teased, stepping into the shower. Steam billowed, and Jacob’s silhouette moved behind the glass, his groans of satisfaction echoing as the hot water cascaded over his muscles. Matt shivered, the bathroom’s heat and Jacob’s scent wrapping around him like a fog.
But the shower was just the warmup. Jacob emerged, towel around his waist, his skin glistening and his hair damp. He grabbed Matt, tucking him into the waistband of his gym shorts, right against the coarse hair above his groin. “Stay put, shrimp,” Jacob growled, his voice low and commanding. “You’re gonna feel every fuckin’ step.” The fabric was tight, the heat of Jacob’s body intense, and Matt’s tiny form was pressed against the warm, musky skin as Jacob headed to the campus gym.
The workout was brutal. Jacob started with a run on the treadmill, his massive feet pounding the belt, each step jostling Matt against his skin. Sweat began to bead, trickling down Jacob’s abs and soaking the waistband, the salty tang mixing with his natural musk. Matt’s world was a blur of heat, motion, and stench, the fabric growing damp and heavy around him. Jacob’s breathing grew heavier, his grunts filling the air as he moved to the weight room.
“Time to lift,” Jacob muttered, adjusting his shorts, his fingers brushing Matt’s tiny body. He loaded the barbell with plates, the clank of metal deafening to Matt’s sensitive ears. Jacob’s squats were next, his glutes flexing with each rep, the motion grinding Matt against his skin. The sweat was relentless now, pooling in the waistband, the musky odor overwhelming. Jacob’s groans were primal, his body a machine of power and heat, and Matt could feel every pulse of his heartbeat through the skin.
By the time Jacob hit the pull-up bar, his shirt was soaked, clinging to his pecs and abs. He peeled it off, tossing it aside, and Matt caught a glimpse of his glistening torso before Jacob reached into his shorts, plucking Matt out. “Enjoyin’ the show, tiny?” Jacob panted, his face flushed, his breath hot and sharp. He held Matt close to his armpit, the damp, hairy cavern reeking of fresh sweat. “Breathe it in, pet. This is what a real man smells like.” Matt gagged, the pungent musk filling his lungs, but Jacob’s grin was unrelenting, his dominance laced with that strange affection.
The workout ended with sprints on the indoor track, Jacob’s thighs pumping, his shorts now drenched. Matt, still tucked in the waistband, was soaked in Jacob’s sweat, the heat and stench dizzying. Finally, Jacob slowed, his chest heaving as he headed to the locker room. He pulled Matt out, setting him on a bench beside his gym bag. “Fuck, that felt good,” Jacob said, his voice husky. He stripped off his shorts, standing naked, his body slick and towering. “You’re a mess, shrimp. Covered in my stink.” He laughed, but his eyes softened, and he gently wiped Matt with a corner of his towel, the touch surprisingly tender.
“Gotta shower for real now,” Jacob said, scooping Matt up. “But don’t worry, tiny. I’m keepin’ you close.” He carried Matt into the shower, the hot water cascading over them both, Jacob’s massive hand shielding Matt from the worst of the spray. The soap’s clean scent was a brief reprieve, but Jacob’s natural musk lingered, inescapable. As they dried off, Jacob tucked Matt into his clean boxers, the fabric softer but still warm with his body heat. “You’re mine, pet,” he murmured, his voice low and possessive. “And I’m just gettin’ started.”
Matt’s body trembled, exhaustion and arousal mixing as he nestled against Jacob’s skin, wondering how much more he could take—and how much he wanted to.
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