The air in the spa was thick with anticipation and the mingled scents of oils, cleansers, and the ever-present musk of Normie clients. Jamie and Zoe, already perched on the massage table to avoid being squashed, watched the door with a mix of dread and curiosity. Today, they were expecting a VIP client, a fitness bro named Carlos, who had just finished an intense workout and was coming straight to the massage room.
The door swung open, and in walked Carlos, his massive frame towering above everything and everyone. He was a mountain of muscle, his body glistening with sweat from his recent exertion. The scent of his perspiration filled the room, a pungent mix of musk and exertion that clung to the air like a fog. Jamie's breath caught in his throat as he stared up at the fitness bro, his heart pounding with a mix of awe and trepidation.
Carlos was dressed in nothing but a pair of tight workout shorts, his chiseled abs and bulging biceps on full display. He stood there for a moment, his eyes scanning the room before landing on Zoe. A smirk played on his lips as he began to undress, slowly pulling down his shorts to reveal his cock, which was already semi-erect from the workout.
Zoe's eyes widened in surprise and disgust, but she couldn't look away. The sight of Carlos's cock, large and proud, was both impressive and revolting. She could feel her face flushing with embarrassment and a hint of unwanted arousal, which she quickly pushed aside. Jamie, on the other hand, felt a pang of humiliation. He knew Carlos was doing this to impress Zoe and to make him feel small and insignificant.
"Well, well, well," Carlos said, his voice dripping with arrogance. "Look what we have here. Two little Micros ready to serve me." He chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest and echoing in the room. "You're lucky, little girl. Not every day you get to see something like this."
Zoe gritted her teeth, trying to hide her disdain. "Lucky indeed," she muttered under her breath, her voice laced with sarcasm.
Jamie, ever the optimist, tried to keep his spirits up. "We're here to serve, sir," he said, his voice respectful but firm. "What would you like us to do first?"
Carlos smirked, his eyes gleaming with a mix of lust and amusement. "First, you're going to clean me up. I've had a intense workout, and I'm all sweaty and dirty." He gestured to his body, his muscles glistening with sweat. "I want you to clean every inch of me, and I mean every inch."
Jamie and Zoe exchanged a glance, knowing they had no choice but to comply. They gathered their cleaning tools, a mix of small scrub brushes, sponges, and towels, all designed for Micro use. The task ahead was daunting, but they were determined to see it through.
As they began to clean Carlos's body, the scent of his sweat filled their nostrils, a pungent mix of musk and exertion that was almost overpowering. Jamie started with Carlos's feet, the massive appendages already glistening with sweat. He could feel the heat radiating from Carlos's skin as he began to scrub, the coarse bristles of the brush catching the dirt and grime that had accumulated during the workout.
Zoe, meanwhile, started with Carlos's legs, her small hands working diligently to clean the sweat and dirt from his muscular calves. She could feel the tension in his muscles, the power coiled within them, ready to spring at any moment. The scent of his sweat was strong here, a mix of musk and something else, something uniquely Carlos.
The scent of Carlos's sweat was strong here, a mix of musk and something else, something uniquely Carlos. It was a primal, almost animalistic smell that filled the air, making it hard to breathe. Zoe tried to focus on the task at hand, her small hands working diligently to clean every inch of Carlos's cock, but the scent was overpowering, invading her senses and making her head spin.
As they finished cleaning Carlos's body, Jamie and Zoe stepped back, their own bodies trembling with exhaustion and relief. They had completed the first task, but they knew the day was far from over. Next, they had to trim Carlos's body hair, a task that was both intimate and challenging.
Carlos, now cleaned and dried, stood before them, his massive body towering over the two Micros. He smirked, his eyes gleaming with a mix of lust and amusement. "Alright, little ones, time to trim me up. I want you to make sure every inch of me is perfect."
Jamie and Zoe exchanged a glance, knowing they had no choice but to comply. They gathered their trimming tools, small scissors, and razors designed for Micro use. The task ahead was daunting, but they were determined to see it through.
They started with his armpits, the dense hair there matted and damp from sweat. Jamie climbed onto a small ladder, his hands trembling slightly as he reached into the thick patch of hair. The strands were coarse and wet, clinging to his fingers as he began to trim. Zoe worked on the other side, her face a mask of concentration as she carefully snipped away at the hair. The scent of sweat and soap filled the air, making it hard to breathe. Each snip of the scissors echoed faintly, the sound of hair being cut filling the room.
As they moved down to his genital area, the task became even more delicate. Carlos spread his legs slightly, giving them access to the sensitive area. Jamie and Zoe worked carefully, their hands steady despite the intimacy of the task. They trimmed the hair around his genitals, making sure to be gentle and precise.
Finally, they moved to his anus, the most challenging part of the task. Carlos shifted slightly, giving them better access. Jamie approached the massive, sweaty, and dirty orifice with a sense of dread. The stench hit him like a physical force, nearly knocking him out. It was a foul, putrid smell, a mix of unwashed flesh, old sweat, and lingering feces. His eyes watered, and he had to fight the urge to gag.
The anus itself was a dark, puckered hole, surrounded by coarse hairs and smeared with remnants of feces. Jamie's small hands trembled as he reached out to begin cleaning, the texture of the skin rough and grimy beneath his touch. He could feel the heat radiating from the orifice, a moist, unpleasant warmth that made his stomach churn.
As Jamie began to clean, the stench grew even stronger, filling his nostrils and making his head spin. He used a small brush to scrub away the dirt and feces, the bristles catching on the coarse hairs and the rough skin. Each stroke of the brush released more of the foul odor, making it hard for him to breathe. He had to pause several times, turning his head to the side to catch his breath and fight back the nausea that threatened to overwhelm him.
Meanwhile, Zoe was facing her own challenge. Carlos, his cock now fully erect from the trimming and cleaning, gestured for her to approach. "Alright, little girl, time for you to use your full body on my cock. Make sure it's completely stiff."
Zoe's heart sank, but she knew she had to comply. She approached Carlos cautiously, her small body trembling slightly as she reached for his cock. The scent of his sweat filled her nostrils, a mix of musk and something else, something uniquely Carlos. She could feel her body responding, a traitorous heat spreading through her despite her mind's protest.
Carlos, smirking, picked up the fleshlight that had been prepared for him. It was a large, cylindrical toy, designed to mimic the feel of a vagina. He held it out to Zoe, his eyes gleaming with lust and amusement. "Climb in, little girl. Let's see how well you can take my cock."
Zoe hesitated for a moment, her eyes widening in surprise and dismay. But she knew she had no choice. She climbed into the fleshlight, her small body fitting snugly inside the toy. The interior was tight, the walls lined with soft, flesh-like material that pressed against her from all sides. She could feel the heat of Carlos's cock as he pressed it against the entrance of the toy, the tip already slick with pre-cum.
Carlos chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that vibrated through his body. "This is going to be fun," he said, his voice dripping with arrogance. "You're in for quite the ride, little girl."
With that, he began to push his cock into the fleshlight, the massive shaft filling the toy completely. Zoe gasped as she felt the pressure of his cock against her body, the tight walls of the toy pressing her against him from all sides. She could feel every ridge, every vein of his cock as it slid against her, the sensation both overwhelming and strangely arousing.
Jamie, meanwhile, was still working on Carlos's anus, his small hands scrubbing diligently to remove every trace of dirt and feces. The stench was overpowering, filling his nostrils and making his head spin. He tried to focus on the task at hand, pushing aside the feelings of humiliation and inadequacy that threatened to overwhelm him. But he couldn't help but worry about Zoe, trapped in the fleshlight with Carlos's massive cock.
Carlos began to fuck the fleshlight in earnest, his hips thrusting with a powerful, rhythmic motion. Each thrust sent waves of pressure through the toy, pressing Zoe against his cock from all sides. She could feel the heat of him, the power coiled within him, ready to spring at any moment. Her body responded traitorously, her nipples hardening and her pussy growing wet despite her mind's protests.
But it was tight, almost unbearably so. Carlos's cock filled the fleshlight completely, leaving little room for Zoe to move or breathe. She gasped for air, her small body pressed tightly against the walls of the toy, the pressure of Carlos's cock against her almost overwhelming.
Carlos chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that vibrated through his body. "You're a tight little thing, aren't you?" he said, his voice dripping with arrogance. "I can feel you squeezing my cock. It feels fucking amazing."
He continued to fuck the fleshlight, his hips thrusting with a powerful, rhythmic motion. Each thrust sent waves of pressure through the toy, pressing Zoe against his cock from all sides. She could feel the heat of him, the power coiled within him, ready to spring at any moment. Her body responded traitorously, her nipples hardening and her pussy growing wet despite her mind's protests.
Jamie watched in horror, his hands still working on Carlos's anus, but his mind racing with worry for Zoe. He wanted to help her, to pull her away from Carlos's grasp, but he knew he had to follow the client's instructions. The stench of the anus was overpowering, filling his nostrils and making his head spin, but he pushed through, determined to complete the task.
As Carlos truly began to fuck the toy, his massive buttocks clenched and flexed with each powerful thrust. Jamie, still positioned behind him, found himself repeatedly flattened under the immense pressure. Each time Carlos's buttocks slammed down, Jamie was steamrolled, his tiny body pressed firmly against the massage table, the weight of Carlos's massive form making it hard for him to breathe or move.
"Come on, little bitch," Carlos grunted, his voice laced with misogynistic contempt. "Take it like the whore you are. You love this, don't you? You fucking slut."
Zoe gritted her teeth, trying to endure the humiliation and discomfort. She had been in various holes and weird positions before, used by clients for their pleasure. This wasn't the first or last time she would be treated this way. Some clients were more difficult than others, and Carlos was proving to be one of the worst.
Finally, with a loud groan, Carlos came, his body trembling with release. He pulled out of the fleshlight, leaving Zoe trapped inside, her body slick with his cum and her own sweat. Carlos stood up, a satisfied smirk on his lips as he looked down at the two Micros.
"Well, that was quite the ride, wasn't it?" he said, his voice dripping with arrogance. "You should feel honored, Zoe. Not every Micro gets to experience that." He leaned down, his voice turning into a mocking whisper. "And if you liked it, you can always come to me for more. But next time, leave your little friend at home, unless he wants to watch how a real man fucks you."
With that, he turned and left the room, leaving Zoe still trapped in the fleshlight, her body trembling with a mix of exhaustion and humiliation. Jamie rushed to her side, helping her out of the toy, his eyes filled with concern.
"Are you alright, Zoe?" he asked, his voice soft with worry.
Zoe nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "I'll be fine," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.