Damian glared down at Jim giving him a look that was all business. He then slipped his foot out of his leather sandal and ordered Jim onto the foot bed. He did as ordered. The impression from Damian’s foot was still fresh.
Damian then rested his foot on its heal while Jim laid under it an began massaging. The mixed scent of the sweaty suede foot bed and Damian’s sweaty jock foot was enough to make Jim want to throw up. Damian was loving the feeling of power. Even if it was over his tiny friend.
Lost in the moment he did not hear the other guys calling him until they were right upon him.
“DAMIAN!, You deaf or something!” Joe shouted snapping him out of his testosterone-induced haze. Without thinking he stood up, right in Jim.
The quick increase of pressure made Jim let out a whimpering squeal. To his surprise he was not crushed. He had pressed flat under Damian’s foot, he head now popped up between Damian’s giant toes.
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