Coppa Ryan – Set in the world of Coppa John

I hadn’t seen my brother Ryan in at least two years. I had moved away for my job while Ryan had stayed in our home town. He had joined the police force and to all accounts was doing well. I only wished that I had been doing so well.

The day that I received my retrenchment notice came as a huge shock to me and I didn’t handle it all that well. Let’s just say that I burned some bridges with the management team that day.

Which is the reason I found myself moving back to my home town and sharing an apartment with my brother. I got a real shock when I saw Ryan for the first time in two years.

He was my younger brother and I had always been bigger than him. I was still taller but he was now a different person. He filled out his uniform perfectly. The uniform looked great on him and I had told him so.

His attitude had changed as well. Previously he had been lacking in confidence in himself but his new physique and the discipline he had learned in the force had made him much more assertive and confident of himself.

I have to admit that for the first time in my life I actually found myself attracted to my younger brother. I had always admired his looks and especially his smile. He had a great smile. He had his dark hair cut short, combed forward and it really suited him. But it was the confident way in which he handled himself and moved that I was really started to get attracted to.

We both worked out that I was gay at a pretty young age but it has never been an issue for either of us. It never affected our relationship except to make it stronger. I think that Ryan might be Bi but it has never come up and I don’t think he has ever been with another guy.

I had been living with Ryan for about two months when he came home from work a little disturbed. I asked him what the problem was.

“You remember a couple of years ago those shrink rays the force was using?” I nodded to show I did indeed remember.

“Weren’t they banned after a couple of people were accidentally killed?”

“Yeah. The civil groups got in a huge frenzy when some innocent suspect was stepped on by an overzealous cop.”

“Well,” he continued, “Guess what! They’re back.” Ryan pulled a gun from his bag and set it on the table. It looked like a tazer but a little chunkier and with a couple of dials on the side. “They worked out a way around their ‘problems’ and we’ve been picked to test the damn things.” Ryan shook his head.

I could tell he was worried but I didn’t really understand why. I remembered the incidents that he had been talking about. I can also remember my profound disappointment when the guns had been removed from service.

I also struggled to hide the rising hard-on I was getting. I was getting visuals of myself being only a couple of inches tall and at the mercy of my brother. “What did they do?”

“They’ve added another functionality to the guns. When we shrink a suspect it alters their molecular structure and puts their body into a state of flux.” He must have seen my confused expression because he clarified, “It means that as long as they are small their bodies don’t achieve a truly solid form. They become almost rubbery. It means that if a suspect gets stepped on he won’t be killed. He might get flattened but he won’t die from it. They’ve also changed the shrinking ratio, they get shrunk to about 3 inches now.”

I know my mouth was hanging open but I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t stand up now, I knew that Ryan would see how hard I was and didn’t want to worry him. We chatted for a little while longer before Ryan took the gun into his room and got changed out of his uniform.

Ryan went out to a party that night and I couldn’t help myself. I went into his bedroom. His police issue boots were at the foot of his bed and I went over to them. I picked up the left one. I tried to imagine what it would be like to be about three inches tall and standing next to my brothers boot. Then I thought what it would be like if he stepped on me and I was squashed under his boot.

In minutes I was naked and lying on my bed with his boots on my chest. It didn’t take long for me to cum. The smell of his boots and their weight on my chest, combined with my imaginary thoughts ensured that when I did cum it was hard and long.

I managed to avoid Ryan for a couple of days. I didn’t feel like I could face him at the moment. I felt guilty that I had used him in one of my sexual fantasies. I couldn’t get him out of my thoughts though.

I daydreamed almost constantly about being shrunk by him and at his mercy. It was driving me nuts. So much so that I found myself in his room again one night.

I got caught.

I was in full swing when I heard the front door open. I nearly wet myself in my panic. Before I could do much more than stand up with his boots in my hand, Ryan walked past my open door.

He glanced in and saw me standing there – naked with a raging hard on and his boots in my hand.

That was one of the most embarrassing and humiliating discussions I have ever had. He asked me what I was doing and he wouldn’t let up until I told him everything.

When I was finished he simply looked at me. I didn’t know if he was angry or upset or whatever. He walked out of the room and I sat down on the bed, my head in my hands. When I looked up he was standing in the doorway and he had his gun in his hands.

At first I thought it was his normal gun and my heart skipped a beat. I thought he was going to kill me. As he lifted it and pointed it at me I realised what it was, “If you wanted it so bad you should have just asked,” and he fired.

The world spun around me. I felt dizzy and nauseous. I couldn’t focus my eyes on anything. There was movement all around me but I couldn’t see what it was.

Then the world reverted to normal and everything crystallised around me. My bed loomed behind me like a huge escarpment. And in the doorway was the gigantic form of my brother. He looked at me for a moment before turning and walking away.

I stood where I was, trying to take in everything at once. I had polished wood floors in my room and I was amazed at how dusty they really were. I was normally a pretty clean guy but this place looked filthy.

I had barely started to orient myself when I felt, more than heard, Ryan return to the room. I swallowed as I looked up at him standing in the doorway. He was in his uniform and he was staring down at me.

Without taking his eyes off me he walked into the room. I noticed that he was wearing his socks, his boots were on my bed where he had left them. I had to crane my neck back to keep his face in view. He stopped just short of me.

I was sporting a boner just at the sight of my brother at this size. He was immense and he was magnificent. Everything I had imagined but more. Nothing could have prepared me for this.

I watched as he grabbed one of his boots off the bed. He sat down on the edge and leaned down to put his boot on. I watched as he grabbed the other boot and pulled it on too.

For another minute he just sat there, looking at me. Then he stood up and I swallowed hard as I realised what he was about to do.

Very slowly, so I could see what was coming and know that I was helpless to stop it, Ryan lifted his right foot and moved it over me. I looked directly up into the sole of his boot, looking at the worn tread as it hovered menacingly over me.

With excruciating slowness he lowered it towards me. I could have run but I didn’t. My legs seemed locked in place. I could see every detail in the tread. There were a couple of tiny pebbles wedged into the tread and I knew that I would soon be joining them.

Ryan lowered his foot until it was just above me and then he stopped. It was just not quite touching my head. I reached up tentatively to touch the massive boot hanging over me. Just as I was about to touch it Ryan slammed his foot down.

It was like a mountain dropping on me. There was no pain but within a fraction of a second I was a blob under his boot. My face was jammed into the gap between some of the tread.

I could feel Ryan as he adjusted his weight. Then the foot was being lifted. From between the gaps in the tread I could see as Ryan put his foot on his knee. He was looking at me, studying me with a half amused, half curious expression on his face. I knew what it was like to be smear on the bottom of my brothers foot but I wondered what he was feeling at the moment. It must have been weird looking at this “thing” on the bottom of your foot and knowing that it was your older brother.

I could feel myself regaining my normal shape, pushing out of the tread. Ryan let it happen, fascinated with what he was seeing. Eventually I popped free, falling into his waiting hand. I still had an imprint of his tread on me but it was fading rapidly.

“That was so cool.” Ryan spoke to me for the first time since shrinking me. “It’s like your made of a really soft rubber.” To demonstrate his point Ryan clenched his fist around me. Only my head was poking out of his fist and I could feel myself oozing between his fingers.

Ryan started laughing. He would squeeze me and then let me go, rhythmically. And it was making him laugh like a kid. “Oh man, you should see yourself!” he managed to squeeze in amongst the laughing. “You look like some bad cartoon character.”

It took me a moment to realise what he meant. Then I realised. Every time he squeezed me, my head expanded like a balloon and my eyes bulged out of my head. I didn’t find it quite as funny as Ryan was.

When he had finally managed to gather himself together his attitude changed completely. He took on the more serious side of him that the police form had created in him. The side of him that I found so damn sexy.

Opening his hand so I sat in the middle of his palm, Ryan waited until I reverted back to my normal shape. “Let’s test some boundaries, bro.” His gaze was locked onto me and there was no sign of the mirth of only moments ago.

I watched as his other hand approached, thumb and forefinger extended. He pinched my head between them and squeezed as hard as he could. My head flattened between them. His thumb came down in the middle of my chest, pushing towards his palm. I felt my legs gripped and pulled as he stretched them out. My arms were stretched next. He had my left hand gripped in one hand and my right in his other so I dangled between them. Already my head and chest were reforming. I could feel my legs reverting as well.

Ryan moved his hands apart, stretching my arms out for over seven or eight inches. I wondered what he was going to do next. I found out as he bought his left foot up onto his knee.

Placing my body along the sole of his shoe, my feet towards his heel, Ryan stretched my arms around his shoe. I felt him tie a knot in my arms and then he let go. I remained where I was, dangling. I felt him stretch my legs up and around as well, tying another knot.

Then he put his foot on the floor and stood up.

I was squashed into his tread immediately. Then Ryan started to walk around the apartment. Because he had tied me in place, I didn’t fall free. I was simply worked into his tread more and more.

Eventually he got bored with that and untied me. Before I could fully regain my shape, Ryan was trying his next experiment. Lying me face up on the coffee table Ryan decided to see how big he could make me by flattening me. Sitting on the sofa, leaning over me, he used his thumbs to press me flat and smear me outwards. Starting from my middle and working outward.

He was obviously impressed with just how flat he could make me and how far he could stretch me. I was pretty impressed myself.

His next trick was to see how small I could be made. He took me in his hands and started rubbing them back and forth and round in a circle. In no time at all he had made me into a marble sized sphere.

I rolled around in the middle of the palm of his hand, slowly regaining my normal shape. I was almost back to normal when Ryan’s hand curled around me, encasing me in darkness. There was sudden, violent movement and I found myself hurtling through the air. A wall stopped my flight – I splattered as I hit it.

I watched as Ryan approached, he was unbuttoning his shirt. As he started to undo his belt we were interrupted by the sound of the intercom buzzing. Ryan peeled me off the wall and headed towards the intercom. Without warning he lifted his left arm and slipped me into his steamy pit, enclosing me as he lowered his arm.

I became entangled in his arm pit hair, coated in his sweat. I could hear his voice, muffled as he talked to whoever was downstairs. I could feel Ryan moving about the apartment for a minute or two then I heard the front door open.

There were two, new, distinct voices. I couldn’t make out who they were but they sounded vaguely familiar.

For about fifteen minutes Ryan kept me in his pit before I felt his arm lift up and he pulled me free. I saw that we were in his bedroom. Ryan was still half dressed, his uniform shirt still hanging open.

“I forgot that Corey and Matt were coming over to watch some vids. Looks like I’ll have to put off playing with you till tomorrow.” Corey and Matt were two of Ryan’s jock friends. Corey was an ex-cop now running a self-defence business, teaching people how to look after themselves. Matt was a swim-coach at the local college.

Ryan looked around for somewhere to keep me safe. He smiled as he saw the perfect prison. Taking one of his boots off, he dropped me inside. The smell of sweat combined with wet leather was intense. I looked up at him as he pulled one of his thick black socks off, rolled it into a ball and stuffed it down into the boot. I was trapped in the toe section of his boot.

I felt the vibrations of his massive body as he walked back out into the living room.

For a while I was overcome with the sensations around me. I could barely believe what had happened to me so far and that now I was trapped inside my gorgeous brothers boot. The smells around me were intoxicating and I revelled in the residual warmth of his foot. I could feel the indentations were his toes normally rested and, rolling around in them, I shot my load.

Eventually, however, I grew bored. I knew that not too far away was my enormous brother and his two equally enormous friends. There was no way I could let an opportunity like this pass.

If past visits were anything to go by, the three friends would stay up for hours watching videos and drinking. Corey and Matt usually ended up staying over, sleeping well into the morning.

I walked up to the sock and looked for a way out. It was surprisingly easy. Because the sock was soft, it was simply a matter of squeezing between it and the side of the boot. As I needed to climb out, the sock provided me with ample foot and hand holds.

In less than ten minutes I found myself sliding down the boot to the floor.

I didn’t waste any time in Ryan’s bedroom – I would probably get plenty of opportunity to explore it – the real action was out in front of the television. I was determined to go and explore my vast new frontier.

Leaving Ryan’s bedroom, I headed down the hallway to the living room. I stood in the entrance, against a wall and surveyed the room. Ryan was lying along the sofa, on his stomach, his head propped up by one arm, eyes glued to the TV. He must have changed before heading back out because he was in an old pair of jeans and a white t-shirt.

Matt was sitting in the single sofa chair, his feet up on the coffee table. He had his shoes off and was wearing a pair of white sports socks, jeans and a t-shirt.

Corey was lying on the floor, beside the coffee table, on his stomach. He still had a pair of Nike runners on, white socks a pair of shorts and a tank-top. He must have come straight from a class. I grinned as I decided my first target. Hopefully Corey would have worked out nice and hard.

I didn’t want to be seen quite yet so I didn’t just run across the floor. If Ryan saw me first he would catch me and ruin all my fun. If one of the others saw me then… well things could get interesting, to say the least.

I approached Corey from the safety of a bookcase. There was only about a foot between the bookcase and his right sneaker. Making sure no-one could see me, I dashed over to it.

I could smell it before I reached it. I crouched down next to his foot and looked it over. I ran my hands over the fabric and leather. I realised that no-one could see Corey’s foot so I stood up and walked around to his toes. Before me stretched the massive tread of his sneaker. Without hesitating I climbed onboard. I stretched out across the ball of his foot. My arms could barely reach the sides. I imagined being squashed under the foot, squished into the tread. If I got my way, before the night was through, I wouldn’t have to imagine it any further.

I climbed up to the heel and let my jaw drop at the sight before me. Corey’s incredible body stretched away before me. His well muscled and toned calves, his solid thighs which led into his blue shorts. I could just see a hint of a jockstrap in the shadowy depths. His narrow waist led up in a classic V-shape to his back and then his arms and the back of his head.

I had to go and explore!

Sliding down the tread of his sneaker, I dropped into the space between his two feet and started the trek up the canyon of his legs. I resisted the urge to touch his legs, knowing he would feel it.

The closer I got to his groin the more I could see. He was definitely wearing a jockstrap, leaving his buttocks nice and bare. I was standing just outside the entrance to his shorts when the world around me moved.

The two sides of the canyon closed together without warning as Corey crossed his ankles together. Of course that meant that I was firmly squashed between them. At first I wasn’t squashed completely flat, but over the next couple of minutes, the increasing heat between his legs and the unrelenting pressure combined to make sure that I “melted” to a thin, smear between his upper thighs.

For about ten minutes I was helpless but then there was movement. I realised that Corey was standing up. As he started to walk, I peeled away from his right thigh but remained firmly stuck on his left. He didn’t walk far. He must have gotten uncomfortable on the floor and decided to sit in the other single chair.

With his legs apart, it didn’t take long for me to peel off and drop between his thighs where I slowly returned to normal. As soon as I could, I crawled down so that I was under the overhang of his groin. I was terribly exposed where I had been lying – all it would have taken was for Corey to look down and he would have seen me.

Obviously he hadn’t showered before coming over, I could smell the strong mix of his groin and sweat. I was contemplating finding some way into his shorts when the wall of blue fabric before me lurched forward as Corey shifted in the chair.

Because I was right below his bulge, the inch or so forward he moved meant that I became trapped under him. The bulge had pushed my upper body forward but left my legs where they were. I could feel my legs trapped beneath his massive weight, deforming.

I looked up. Directly over me was the bulge of his balls and cock. Way up past that, I could see the underside of his chin and part of his face. My dick grew instantly hard. I could just reach it and barely had I begun to stroke it when it exploded with cum.

I heard and saw Ryan get up and go into the kitchen. He returned with a bowl of chips and some drinks which he placed on the coffee table.

As Corey leaned forward to help himself to the snacks, his bulge rolled forward over the top of me. Apparently he couldn’t quite reach because he had to slide himself forward, meaning that I was smeared against the underside of his groin. When he sat back, I couldn’t see a thing. I knew that my feet were somewhere near his crack and the rest of me was directly under his balls.

That’s where I spent the next hour. The continued heat and pressure had an unusual effect on me. In effect, I was almost absorbed into the material of his shorts. When he finally stood up, there was no thought of me dropping free. I heard him speak, “Guys, I’m gonna take a shower before the next video, ok.”

There were muffled sounds of agreement and then Corey headed into the bathroom.

When he pushed his shorts down, he simply dropped them on the cold tiles. I heard the shower start up but couldn’t see a thing. Slowly the cold and the absence of pressure allowed me to drop out of the fabric and resume my form. I crawled out from under the fabric. Almost immediately I saw Corey’s jock strap in front of me. I could still hear the shower but I couldn’t see Corey through the shower curtain.

I grinned wickedly as I scooted over to the discarded strap. I knew it was a gamble but thought it would be worth a try. The smell of Corey was strong as I crawled into the pouch of his strap. I pulled the still-warm fabric over me to hide myself.

Shortly I heard the shower shut off and the sound of Corey drying himself. I peeked out form under the fabric. Corey was standing just in front of me, towelling off. His body was magnificent and I hoped to get a close up inspection of his other magnificent attribute.

Corey moved towards the vanity and his foot raised over me. I tried to duck away but his massive bare foot slammed down on his jockstrap. Almost immediately the pressure was gone but the damage was done. He had squashed me firmly into his strap. I couldn’t flee now even if I changed my mind.

Seconds later I felt his hand pick up the strap and I could barely contain my excitement at the thought of being trapped in here with a cock more than twice my size. But something was wrong. I felt the strap being put down and the sound of Corey dressing continued.

I had regained enough of my shape to be able to pull the material around. I managed to poke my head out – just in time to see Corey’s huge hand extend towards me. I was encased inside his jock strap, inside his fist.

I heard a zipper and then the underwear was shoved into a dark space and released. I groaned as I realised that Corey had changed his underwear and shoved his dirty jock in his sports bag.

There was jostling movement for another couple of minutes as he shoved other clothes in and then nothing.

It took me over half an hour to crawl out of the jock and then the bag. I found myself in my own bedroom where Corey had left his bag.

Oh well, Plan B it was!

Plan B? Easy – Be persistent!

I headed out on the trek back to the living room. By now it was about 10pm. It had been a long day but I seemed to have limitless energy.

Everyone was where they were when I left the room. Corey was now dressed in some old jeans but no shirt or socks. I was about to head into the room when Matt stood up. He was walking straight towards me and I assumed he was heading for the bathroom.

They had turned the lights off, just the blue light from the TV illumination enough. That meant that at my level and at my position, there were some deep shadows. I decided to throw the dice again. After all, I couldn’t be hurt.

I waited until Matt was almost to me and then I darted out in front of him. My timing was perfect. I threw myself full length across the floor boards just as his white-socked foot descended on me.

As he stepped away, I went with him, glued to the bottom of his foot. Matt had enormous feet. Guys at the pool were always mock-complaining about how much of an advantage it gave him. My head was smeared under his heel and the rest of my body under the arch of his foot. I felt the cold tile floors of the bathroom under me once more.

I thought that Matt was only going to take a leak but it seemed like he was going to take a dump instead. As he sat there, he had his foot on its side and I managed to peel myself off. Lying there on the tiles, between his feet, I realised I had another opportunity.

Right above me were his jeans and underwear, pushed down around his ankles.

Without waiting I started to climb up the jeans. I saw a pair of dark blue briefs stretched between Matt’s hairless legs and dove straight towards the fabric, landing right in the middle of it.

I didn’t have to wait long, Matt wiped himself and stood up, pulling his pants up. His mammoth legs slid past me and I looked up to see the top of the ‘elevator’ approaching. His balls were directly over me and I was pulled straight into them.

I don’t know if Matt felt me or if he was just adjusting himself, but his hand reached into his pants and moved his balls, the effect of which was to flatten me against them and stretch me out. As the light was cut off by his jeans I realised I couldn’t have planned better. I felt wetness on my face and realised his immense cock head was right in front of my face.

I felt him walk back out to the others and sit down, the fabric tightening around me. Luckily he was sitting with his legs wide apart. Ever so carefully and slowly, I managed to bring my arms around and gently felt above my face.

His cock head hung just over my face. The slit was still moist from him taking a leak in the bathroom and it smelled strong.

I decided to be wicked and risk everything. I placed one hand resting on the side of his slit and waited – no reaction. I put my other hand on the other side of the slit – still nothing. Grinning, I leaned my head forward and licked just inside his slit – Bingo!

I felt a slight jolt go through the immense body around me. I kept my head pushed forward and licked some more.

The temperature around me started to increase and I could feel blood start to pump into Matt’s dick. I no longer needed to strain my head forward, the cock pushed towards me as if hungry for more attention.

After about 2 minutes I found my head being pushed back into the fabric behind it. Another minute later and Matt was forced to adjust himself. Unluckily for him, as he grabbed his dick through his pants he also grabbed my head. My neck and upper body stretched as he moved his dick to give it more room.

I stepped up the licking and started to use my feet on his balls. I couldn’t do much with my feet but what movement I was able to get got results. His dick was probably half hard now. I pushed my face into his slit and felt my skull shift to allow me to push further in. I licked more and his dick pulsed.

A glob of precum oozed out past my face, it’s saltiness pushing me to a new level. I felt Matt adjust himself again, probably puzzled about why he was feeling so horny. I felt pressure on the back of my head and my face elongated more, pushing deeper into his slit. Almost my entire head was inside him now. I assumed that being so soft from the heat he didn’t realise there was anything inside him.

With my hands free, I used them to rub around the outside of his crown while my tongue probed inside, my neck twisting about. Another glob of precum oozed out and I knew that Matt was pretty much fully hard.

I wondered if I could actually make him cum in his pants and the thought drove me to try. As I stepped up my efforts, I felt massive movement around me. I realised what was happening a moment later as I felt the orientation around me change and hard pressure from below. Matt must have decided to lay on the floor in an effort to conceal his boner from his friends.

My body was trapped beneath the weight and length of his shaft but my head was still inside him and my arms probing his head. I pushed as far as I could inside him and I felt a responding push from him as he ground his cock into the floor.

Encouraged, I strived again. A very slow but very powerful rhythmic thrust started to develop from Matt. I knew he must have been horny as hell. I was amazed that he seemed to be going for it with his two friends nearby. It wouldn’t take much for them to realise that he was fucking the floor.

I tightened my grip around his cock head, pulling at it while thrusting my head and tongue down his shaft. My feet knew what was about to happen first. They felt his balls retract. My body was flattened even further as Matt thrust as hard as he could against the floor.

I felt his dick first contract about my head then expand rapidly. My head was blown backwards out of his dick by the first shot of cum. It exploded up my nose and into my mouth. I kept my mouth and throat open as more and more cum shot out, filling his jocks with it and encasing me.

A deep groan echoed through Matt and I knew that the other two giants would have had to have heard it. I heard a muffled “stomach craps” muttered from Matt and then there was violent movement as he stood up and headed towards the bathroom again.

Once inside, Matt unbuttoned his pants and groaned at the wet mess that was his underwear. I felt his hand grab his briefs at the front and realised he had part of my body inside his fist.

He pulled his underwear down and me away with them, throwing them on the floor.

I watched, unable to move as he turned to the toilet and used some paper to clean his groin up.

I didn’t have a chance to crawl out of his briefs. He turned around and picked them up. Looking around, he saw the hamper. Opening it, he dropped the briefs and me into it. I guess he was going to go “commando” for the rest of the night.

Sitting in Matt’s rapidly cooling cum, at the bottom of the hamper, I laughed. So far my adventures were everything I could have dreamed of. I rolled about happily in Matt’s juice, coating myself in it.

After a few minutes I stood up and walked out of his jocks and over to one of Ryan’s shirts. I cleaned myself off as best I could before looking for a way out.

At first I was stumped. It was a wicker basket with a lid. And the lid was on. Then I realised that there were a thousand ways out – between the wicker! I walked over to the side and found a gap that was larger than most and pushed my head into it.

It was slow going but I managed to squeeze myself into the gap and out the other side.

Once on the cold tile floor I had to make up my mind about what to do next. I knew it was getting late. I decided one more trip to the lounge room was in order. I’d decide what to do when I got there.

I was halfway across the tile floor when the door opened and the light was flicked on. I blinked in the sudden light, shielding my eyes. Which meant I didn’t see the immense, bare foot that slammed down on top of me.

There was a muttered curse from above me as the giant trod in ‘something’, then the feeling of elevation as the foot I was stuck to the bottom of was lifted and turned. I couldn’t see anything (my face was plastered to the bottom of the foot, after all) but heard a sigh and then felt thick fingers peeling me off the foot.

I was shaken lightly and turned around. It was Ryan. From the look on his face I was in trouble. As far as he was concerned, I was supposed to still be in the bottom of his boots.

Ryan didn’t ask me anything, I think he had a fair idea that I had been up to mischief, he just wrapped me in his hand and continued to do what he had come here to do – take a leak.

Flattening me into his hand, Ryan unzipped his jeans and pulled his cock out. Using the hand that I was in, he pointed his cock at the bowl and released his bladder. Pressed against his soft shaft I could feel the torrents of piss coursing through him. My head was near the end of his dick and I craned my neck back to see a waterfall of hot piss cascading free.

As the last drops were shaken free Ryan tucked his dick back into his pants and, almost as an afterthought, tucked me in there too. I was pressed against the front of his briefs as he zipped up, his still slightly wet cock head pressing against me.

I heard the toilet flush and then felt movement as Ryan rejoined his friends in front of the television.

For a while my brother left me alone, ignoring me. I tried to squirm around for a better position but there simply wasn’t enough room. I got only a minimal reaction from the dick behind me.

After about fifteen minutes, I felt Ryan getting up and wondered what he was up to. I found out a moment later as Ryan’s full weight came down on top of me as he lay on the floor. I was reminded of the situation with Matt only an hour before. Except Matt hadn’t known I was under him, my brother did.

I could feel Ryan growing hard on top of me. I could feel him making little movements with his hips so that his cock ground down on top of me, flattening me out. His cock was starting to get hard and pressed against me even more.

For about fifteen minutes my brother kept this up, grinding his hips into the floor, smearing me against the fabric of his briefs and his dick. I could hear talking outside but couldn’t hear what was being said.

Ryan stood up and started walking, allowing his cock to spring upwards, taking me with it. I heard a door close and muffled voices before the sound of his zipper being undone put me on alert.

I felt and heard his jeans being pulled down and muted light entering through his briefs. His hand started to caress his dick through this pants, rubbing me all over his shaft and head. Then the pants were pulled away. The hand continued to rub me all over my brothers thick shaft for another couple of minutes before pulling away, taking me with it.

I finally got a chance to look and I took a double take. It wasn’t Ryan’s hand at all – it was Corey’s! He grinned down at me and blew me a kiss – right before dropping a huge dollop of spit on top of me and then returning to his massage of Ryan’s dick.

I slid over Ryan’s cock much easier now that I was lubricated with Corey’s spit. Ryan was fully hard now and I wondered what would happen next.

I found out soon enough. Ryan pulled a condom from his draw and opened it. Corey rolled me in his hand and then placed me on top of Ryan’s dick and Ryan placed the condom over me. I couldn’t move as Ryan rolled the condom over his shaft. As he did, I was compressed even more. Part of me was rolled over Ryan’s cock head and the rest of me was forced into the nib at the end of the condom. I realised that I was completely enveloping Ryan’s cockhead.

My face was right at the end of the nib. Darkness descended as Corey took Ryan into his mouth. There was sucking and slurping but I realised that the main aim was to lubricate.

I was made to watch as Corey stood back up and undressed. Ryan continued to stroke himself, his hand only occasionally obstructing my view.

I couldn’t believe this was going to happen. I had suspected that Ryan might have been Bi but I didn’t think he had ever actually done anything with another guy. Now I was going to get a front room, interactive seat of just how experienced he was.

Corey turned around and I watched as Ryan massaged his butt before sticking a finger up him, preparing him. Finally they were ready and I watched Ryan squeeze some lube into Corey’s crack, smearing it around and then the remainder was wiped onto the condom.

Ryan lined himself up and I saw Corey spread his cheeks. Taking it slow so I would see everything, Ryan lowered himself towards Corey.

The ring of flesh was contracting repeatedly, hungry for what was coming. Ryan pressed the tip of his cock against it. There was only the thinnest piece of rubber between me and Corey’s arse. Pressure built behind me as Ryan started to push in.

Darkness and heat enveloped me immediately. There was a pause then Ryan was pushing deeper. Then the thrusting began.

Repeatedly Ryan pulled part way out then thrust as deep as he could into his friend, taking me along for the ride. I had a momentary fear of what would happen should the condom burst when Ryan was seven inches into his friend but had no time to dwell on it.

I could feel Ryan starting to tense behind me and knew that the end was near.

Ryan thrust harder than he had before and held it. Cum exploded behind me, forcing it’s way past me. As Ryan thrust again and again, more and more cum tried to fill the space that I was already occupying. I felt the rubber stretching to try and accommodate us.

There was a thrust, harder than any before as Ryan squeezed out the last of his juice and I thought for sure the rubber would break, spilling me deep inside the body of this enormous god.

Ryan’s dick retracted a little as the let the thrust die. Somehow the rubber had held. Cum was all around me, coating me. It was incredibly hot at the tip of my brothers cock, deep inside Corey. I thought that Ryan would release me now but he kept himself inside Corey as he slowly started to deflate. At least the strain was removed from the condom and I had a little more room.

When Ryan was only half hard, he finally pulled all the way out. I blinked in the light around me. I couldn’t see a thing through the cum that was still all around me. I lost contact with Ryan’s dick as he softened.

I struggled to the top of the thick liquid, wiping it from my eyes. I saw above me, the rapidly retreating dick of my brother as he pulled the condom off.

There was still immense movement around me. When the movement stopped, I peered through the thin rubber. It seemed like this was where I was going to spend the night. Ryan had used a rubber band to hang the condom around the post of his bed. I watched as Corey got up and cleaned himself up. He smirked at me as he gathered his clothes and left the room. Ryan would be sleeping alone tonight.

I guessed that they were just fuck buddies.

Ryan snuggled down in his bed, before reaching over to turn off the light. He smiled at me and gave my prison a nudge before the light cut off.

When I woke in the morning it was to find that I couldn’t move. Not even a muscle. Ryan’s cum had dried around me, encasing me in an organic concrete.

The sun was just rising and I peered through the rubber to see that Ryan was still asleep, sprawled across his bed, on his stomach.

I admired his physique as he slumbered. His back was lean and muscled, tapering down to his narrow waist and the globes of his buttocks. His firm thighs and the bulge of his calves led down to his manicure feet.

I watched his face as he started to rise towards waking. His dark hair was slightly mussed from sleeping but his face was angelic. Toned and contoured I could well imagine him as a model or actor. Hours spent working in the sun and lying on the beach had lent his skin a bronzed hue that only served to accentuate his muscular structure.

I watched as his brown eyes slowly opened. He wiped some sleep from his eyes but continued to lay where he was for another fifteen minutes.

Eventually he stirred, stretching and yawning. He gave himself a good scratch and then stood up. Without bothering to acknowledge me, he grabbed the condom inside his fist, yanking it free.

The pressure of his hand crushed the dried cum and squeezed me out of shape. My world was upended suddenly and I found myself tumbling down the length of the condom and then freefalling.

I hit the tiled floor, splattering instantly. My face was on the side so I could see Ryan as he moved away, towards the toilet. I watched as he relieved himself, a torrent of piss splashing forth.

After flushing he walked over to where I was. He reached out and turned the shower on before stepping in.

I was helpless, unable to move as his bare foot descended towards me. Already out of shape, I was turned into a smear as my brothers full weight came down on me. I was under the ball of his foot and he smeared me even further as he twisted his foot down on me.

Water was seeping through under his foot as he showered, along with some soap. At least I would be cleaner than I had been ten minutes prior.

When Ryan lifted his foot to clean it, I went with it. His hand, a cake of soap cupped in it, rubbed over me, lathering me. When the soap was removed, Ryan made sure I went with it.

He took a moment to tie my arms and then my legs around the soap so that I hugged it, then continued to wash himself. He rubbed me up his arms first, paying particular emphasis to his pits. Soap and hair was in my face and all over my body.

Across his chest was next and then down his firm abs. He reached over and washed the top of his back and then around behind him to do his lower back.

Now he plunged his hand into his groin, lathering the length of his cock and then down and under his balls before trailing around to clean his crack. He paid special attention to the area under his legs, between his hole and his balls then he was washing down his thighs and calves before finishing on his feet.

I say finished because he was surely clean but it seemed he wasn’t finished with me. His hand descended once again to his crotch as he stepped out of the flow of water. He made sure that he was well and truly lathered and then he pulled me free of the soap. I knew what was coming even before he pushed me into his pubes and lathered me up to.

He wrapped me and his hand around his thick shaft and started to slowly stroke as he began to harden.

He rubbed me along and around his shaft, slowly getting faster and faster. I could feel him getting harder and harder and his grip tightened even more. It didn’t take long. The combination of water, soap, friction and pressure (not to mention me) bought my brother to climax in rapid fashion.

I could felt he vibration of the first bolt of cum as it rocketed through his shaft. Ryan came again and again as he kept his stroking going. When the last spurt was gone he rubbed me over the tip of his cock, wiping me in the residual cum and squeezing out his last drops onto me.

I heard him sigh deeply in contentment as he dropped me onto the bar of soap and proceeded to rinse the cum of him and the shower wall.

Before turning the water off, Ryan again tied me to the soap, ready for his two friends to use me.

In turn I was used by Matt, the swim coach and then by Corey, the self-defence teacher. Both washed their hard bodies with mine before using me to jack themselves off. It wasn’t even mid-morning yet and three giants had coated me in their juices.

Never had I thought to become so intimate with anyone, let alone three giant studs. Corey didn’t wrap me around the soap when he was finished. Instead he dropped me on the towel on the floor and stepped on, squashing me beneath his jock foot as he dried himself off.

He left me smeared on the towel as he started to dress himself. He must have had a class to go to because he was pulled on a pair of gym shorts over his underwear and then a t-shirt. He pulled a pair of white sports socks and a well-worn pair of Nikes out of the bag. After pulling on his socks he reached over and grabbed me, just before I regained my normal shape. “I hope Ryan’ll let me borrow you for a couple of days, I could really make proper use of you,” he grinned at the surprised look on my face before dropping me into his left sneaker.

He kept me in the heel section as he lifted his foot and started to enter it into the shoe. I pushed against his heel in vain. With a thud it slammed down onto me, flattening me instantly. I felt him stand up, putting his full weight on me. He even bounced up and down a little to make sure I was truly a part of his inner-sole.

For about half an hour I was trapped under Corey’s heel as he walked about our apartment, ate breakfast and chatted with the other two giants. Finally he removed his shoe. I looked up to see the three of them peering in at me, grinning at the mess that I was.

Ryan was in his uniform ready for work and he reached in, peeling me free. “I told Corey he could borrow you another time. Today I get to have you. Matt can have you after Corey.” I was shocked. My brother was treating me like I was just some “thing” and not his own flesh and blood. He was going to pass me around to his friends like some cheap porno magazine.

I didn’t get a chance to protest. I rapidly found out that Ryan wasn’t completely dressed for work. He still had his boots off.

He dropped me into his right boot, rolled me into the toe section and then pulled it on. His black-socked toes slammed into and then over me, trapping me beneath them. Ryan clenched his toes and I conformed to the shape of them.

This then, was where I was going to spend the day. Trapped beneath and between my giant cop brothers toes as he walked about all day.

I knew that soon the sweat would start and that it would coat me. I knew that I would be crushed completely, as flat as possible under his enormous weight. I knew that Ryan would get off on the fact that his older brother was toe jam to him. I knew that at the end of the day Ryan would pull me free and use me again and again as he jerked off. I knew that in a couple of days time he would hand me over to his friends and that they too would use me as a masturbation tool.

And I knew that I was going to love every single minute of every single day and every single night for as long as they wanted to use and abuse me.

End.