Derek Humiliated
Family's New Shrink Ray
chapter 8
by
copier
· original author:
navegully
Johnny realized he couldn't leave Derek here. He wasn't sure how his sister or mom would handle it, or if Derek might try some more mischief with the shrink ray. Admittedly he also felt a little bothered that his friend couldn't wait to try it out with him. No, it would be best to bring him with, where he could keep an eye on him and maybe distract himself from the boredom of work. And a mischievous thought rising to the surface gave him the perfect way to punish Derek for being so impatient.
"Guess you're gonna have to come with me, buddy. But don't worry, I know just where to put you that'll be safe and snug." He relished the confused look on his little friend's face as he undid his pants with his free hand. Derek had barely enough time to clock the situation before he was sent falling from Johnny's hand into the hot darkness below an outstretched waistband.
Derek tumbled a few times before coming to a halt on something soft and warm. With the waistband still open above him, he looked around, soon realizing he was in Johnny's pubic hair at the base of his member, his nose practically burning with the smell of sweat and something else even more potent. His gaze turned upwards to see his friend grinning down at his predicament. "Try to behave in there, pal. Or maybe don't." Those three teasing last words burned into Derek's mind as the band snapped shut again and he was sealed into near pitch-black darkness. He could hear the loud noises of his friend's pants being done up again.
From there, Derek could only rely on his other senses. He could hear muffled noises beyond the fabric walls around him, barely more than white noise in the background. He could feel the shift and sway of everything as Johnny walked, forcing him to cling to anything around him even as his face reddened at the thoughts of holding onto pubic hair so desperately. And here, in the dark, his senses of smell and taste were flooded with one thing and one thing alone:
Johnny's crotch.
He could practically taste the saltiness in the air, so confined and cramped that even a light sweat was like a crowded locker room. And worse still, he found he was beginning to recognize the other smell as arousal. It flooded every inhale, filled his mouth and nose, clung to his clothes that were getting damper by the minute in here. Johnny wasn't even getting hard, but that might have almost been better. Derek could have used it as an excuse then.
Instead he could only sit in the dark and find himself getting more and more overwhelmed by his friend, almost getting drunk on the scent of it all around him. He allowed himself a laugh at the absurdity of it all. Johnny was dominating him with his manhood, and he wasn't even aware of it. As his own pants began to tent, strained against the moisture soaking them, Derek pondered what would come next.
"Guess you're gonna have to come with me, buddy. But don't worry, I know just where to put you that'll be safe and snug." He relished the confused look on his little friend's face as he undid his pants with his free hand. Derek had barely enough time to clock the situation before he was sent falling from Johnny's hand into the hot darkness below an outstretched waistband.
Derek tumbled a few times before coming to a halt on something soft and warm. With the waistband still open above him, he looked around, soon realizing he was in Johnny's pubic hair at the base of his member, his nose practically burning with the smell of sweat and something else even more potent. His gaze turned upwards to see his friend grinning down at his predicament. "Try to behave in there, pal. Or maybe don't." Those three teasing last words burned into Derek's mind as the band snapped shut again and he was sealed into near pitch-black darkness. He could hear the loud noises of his friend's pants being done up again.
From there, Derek could only rely on his other senses. He could hear muffled noises beyond the fabric walls around him, barely more than white noise in the background. He could feel the shift and sway of everything as Johnny walked, forcing him to cling to anything around him even as his face reddened at the thoughts of holding onto pubic hair so desperately. And here, in the dark, his senses of smell and taste were flooded with one thing and one thing alone:
Johnny's crotch.
He could practically taste the saltiness in the air, so confined and cramped that even a light sweat was like a crowded locker room. And worse still, he found he was beginning to recognize the other smell as arousal. It flooded every inhale, filled his mouth and nose, clung to his clothes that were getting damper by the minute in here. Johnny wasn't even getting hard, but that might have almost been better. Derek could have used it as an excuse then.
Instead he could only sit in the dark and find himself getting more and more overwhelmed by his friend, almost getting drunk on the scent of it all around him. He allowed himself a laugh at the absurdity of it all. Johnny was dominating him with his manhood, and he wasn't even aware of it. As his own pants began to tent, strained against the moisture soaking them, Derek pondered what would come next.
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