“Oy, guys, fuck off! Let me unlock the door!” Richard laughed, shoving his three friends off him so he could slot his key into the door to his apartment.

He twisted the key and pushed the door open before one of his friends–it felt like Brody, the asshole–bumped into him, sending him tumbling into his apartment, nearly falling flat on his face.

“Oops, my bad, Dick! Tyler pushed me!” Brody said loudly, sounding completely unapologetic.

The bodybuilder did offer him a hand up though, so that was appreciated. Richard looked over at his other two friends, Jake and Tyler, who were wrestling in the middle of the hallway, and said, “You guys are worse than animals, you know that?”

“Hey, don’t say that, I’m your friend you know,” Jake answered, pulling himself off of Tyler before cuffing him over the head, “It’s just this one!”

“Hey, fuck you!” Tyler barked goodnaturedly.

“Only if you beg~” The tanned skater teased, shaking his head to get his curly, blonde hair out of his face.

Unfortunately for Jake, that moment of weakness gave Tyler the perfect chance to strike. The football star dove on him, tackling him through the door to Richard’s apartment and nearly knocking Brody on his ass.

“Hey, watch it! I’m carrying delicate goods here!” Brody shouted at them, gesturing to his backpack.

Brody had mentioned that he had gotten something special for their sleepover when they’d all met up earlier. But he’d refused to elaborate beyond saying it was a “surprise.” The mystery had certainly hyped all of them up, and they were all excited to find out just what it was that he had brought with him.

“Hey, that's right! We’re finally here so show us what you’ve got big man!” Tyler said, trying to swipe Brody’s bag from him only to be intercepted by Jake jumping on his back, trying to do the exact same thing. In the end, neither of them managed to get the backpack, and all they succeeded in doing was crashing to the ground in a tangle of limbs.

“You guys are impossible!” Richard laughed, kicking them gently out of the doorway so he could close it, “At least get all the way into the apartment before you start fucking each other yeah?”

Jake just laughed at the obvious teasing, but Tyler actually blushed! Seeing this Jake immediately pounced on it, like a shark smelling blood in the water, “Ooh, are you blushing, Ty? What, you wanna get a piece of this?”

Jake flexed one of his arms. It wasn’t particularly impressive on account of the fact that Jake, while undeniably attractive, was more lithe than buff, but it still seemed to get Tyler even more riled up.

“Come off it, grip tape,” Tyler shot back before trying to push Jake off of him, “And get the fuck off me!”

Jake fake pouted, “Are you saying you don’t want me on top of you? That's fine, I guess I can work with being the bottom~”

Frankly, Richard didn’t know how much more he could take of watching the two men flirt with each other. So he walked up behind Jake, hooked his arms under the skater’s pits, and dragged him off of Tyler, “Ladies, if you wanna get kinky, can you at least not do it in my foyer”

Jake laughed goodnaturedly and let Richard pull him off of Tyler. Once he was free, the football star quickly climbed to his feet, brushing himself off, although there was still a faint hint of pink dusting his features.

“And remember! No shoes in the the apartment!” Richard shouted, eyeing Brody’s new sneakers, Tyler’s ancient moccasins, and Jake’s dirty vans.

“Yeah yeah, we know,” Brody waved him off, kicking his shoes into the corner near the door while the other two took a bit more care in taking theirs off, “Now let's get this party started!”

The four of them piled into Richard’s living room. Richard, Tyler, and Jake all squeezed onto his small couch while Brody walked around to the other side of the coffee table. He set his backpack down and unzipped it.

“Alright bitches,” He said, reaching into the bag and pulling out a plastic container, “Check this out!”

The three of them leaned in close, peering through the see-through walls of the box. Inside were about a dozen small, ant-sized things that were moving around.

It was Jake that put it together first, “Holy shit…are those micros?”

Brody smirked and rattled the container a little, sending the tiny humans bouncing around, “They sure are.”

“Aren’t micros like, super expensive though?” Richard asked, staring into the container, entranced, “How’d you get your hands on this many?”

“My sister works at a pet store. They got a shipment of defective micros so the staff decided to split them up to take home instead of just tossing them in the trash. She gave me half of hers for tonight,” Brody explained. Then the bodybuilder set the container of micros on the table in front of them.

“Luckyyyy,” Jake hummed, “Maybe I should look into working at a pet store…”

“So what are we gonna do with these runts anyways?” Tyler asked.

Brody popped open the lid of the container and reached inside. He snagged one of the micros between his powerful fingers and lifted it up. The bodybuilder held it out to them in his palm, bringing it close enough for Richard to be able to make out the little thing's face. It looked terrified. Then Brody clenched his hand, turning the micro into paste so instantly it didn’t even have time to scream.

“We’re basically gods compared to these insects,” Brody grinned, “So we’re gonna do whatever we want with ‘em.”

“Awesome,” Tyler grinned back, reaching into the box and pulling out a micro of his own.

The little thing had obviously seen what Brody did to the first one, and immediately dropped to its knees in Tyler’s palm and started begging the jock for mercy. At least, that’s what Richard assumed it was doing. It was so small that its words only registered as faint squeaks.

“I’ve always wondered what you runts taste like,” Tyler commented.

The handsome jock tossed the tiny human between his thick lips and swirled it around in his mouth, “...hmm, not much flavor, maybe if I-”

He bit down…and immediately spit the twitching, bloody mess that had formerly been a micro onto the floor, “Oh, ew! It tastes terrible! I need water!”

Tyler hopped to his feet, unintentionally crunching what was left of the micro under his worn, off-white sock as he ran off to Richard’s kitchen to get a glass of water. Richard stared at the spot the micro had just been. There wasn’t even a stain on the carpet. He was amazed by the casualness of it. Tyler didn’t even seem to care that he’d just killed something that had at one point been a human. Half of him wanted to puke. The other half was super turned on.

Richard was shaken out of his thoughts when Jake grabbed a micro of his own, the pretty-boy skater smirking at the little thing in his hand, “Well if you don’t taste good, surely you must be good for something.”

He pulled out the front of his pants and dropped the micro into his underwear. Richard immediately blushed and looked away, “Yo, dude, what the fuck!?”

“Come on man, we’ve all seen each other naked plenty of times,” Jake responded before letting out a moan, “Oh~ Oh yeah, that’s what they’re good for~”

“That’s what my sister said. These micros are defective cause they don’t taste good, but they should still work as sex toys,” Brody said.

Tyler piped up from the kitchen, “Why didn’t you tell me that before I tried eating one, asshole!?”

“Cause it was funny!” Brody shouted back before looking at Richard and asking, “You not gonna take one, Dick?”

“N-no,” Richard choked out. He really didn’t want to torture any micros to death. Honestly he kind of wondered what was wrong with his friends that they did. Sure it was completely legal–micros had the same amount of rights as insects–but they were still people. Would they be this excited to use him if he were a micro? Richard wasn’t sure he wanted the answer to that question.

Brody raised an eyebrow at him but backed off, “Your loss.”

The gym rat plucked another micro out of the container for himself. He dangled it in front of his face before smirking. He dropped the micro into the crook of his muscular arm letting them sit there for a moment.

“Watch this,” Brody said, before flexing his bicep, obliterating the tiny human between his arm muscles.

“Hey, quit wasting them,” Jake complained, “We’ve gotta make ‘em last.”

Brody rolled his eyes, “Don’t get you’re panties in a twist pretty boy, we’ve got plenty. Say, how about we play a game with the next one?”

“O-oh~?” Jake hummed, abruptly cutting off in an aborted moan.

Brody smirked, “That cockbug must be puttin’ in work to get you moaning like that grip tape.”

The skater nodded, his face slightly flushed, “W-what was the game you were proposing?”

“Come over here,” Brody pulled Jake off the couch after grabbing another micro, leading him over to the center of the room where he sat both of them down, “Supposedly micros love feet, so let's have a little competition to see which of ours this little guy likes more.”

Jake smirked, “I like the sound of that. Winner keeps it?”

‘Uh-huh,” Brody nodded.

He dropped the micro on the floor between them, and then both Brody and Jake stuck their feet out in front of it. Brody’s socks were clean and white, they looked completely new aside from a small amount of sweat darkening between the toes. Jake’s socks were also white…probably…at some point. The skater had had the pair he was wearing for years. They were stained gray with dirt and sweat, and they had numerous small holes in them, letting the pale flesh of Jake’s soles peek through. Richard might have been hallucinating, but at that moment he swore he could also see steam emanating off them.

The micro took one look at Jake’s socks and immediately ran for the towering monoliths that were Brody’s large, size 13 feet. Before it could reach them though, Jake extended one of his own feet forward, bowling over the micro and pushing it straight into Brody’s sole, squashing it between their feet.

“Hey, I thought you said no wasting them,” Brody teased.

Jake sniffed, “It chose wrong, it was obviously too dumb to live.”

At that moment, Tyler finally returned from the kitchen. The jock looked down at the two men’s feet for a moment before he broke into a smirk, “What are you two doing? Seeing if you can kill one of the runts with just the smell of your feet?”

“Hey, I take good care of my feet, it's just Jake’s that could kill a man,” Brody answered, pulling his foot back.

If Richard wasn’t staring at them so intently he wouldn’t have noticed the small strand of red viscera that connected Jake and Brody’s soles together, the only remnant left of the micro snapping apart the instant the bodybuilder started to stand up.

“What was that strongman?” Jake laughed, scooting forward to shove his socked foot into Brody’s face before he could escape, “You wanna smell my feet?”

“Aargh! Your such an asshole,” Brody complained, falling onto his back to escape the skater’s rancid feet.

Tyler rolled his eyes as the two of them began wrestling on the floor. He stepped over them walking over to the coffee table and grabbing a micro out of the container. Before he could do anything to it though, Brody and Jake rolled into him, taking him out at the shins. Tyler collapsed backwards, falling on top of the two in a heap and unintentionally letting go of the micro, sending it flying. The poor thing tumbled through the air with only Richard to see it as Tyler joined in the impromptu wrestling match. Richard tracked the speck’s arc, enraptured. He couldn’t look away until it came down right on the coffee table, splatting against the hardwood in a twitching, broken mess.

Richard didn’t like hurting micros, but at that point…wouldn’t killing it be a kindness? He leaned over towards the tiny human, intent on painlessly squashing it under his thumb but before he could, the three wrestlers tumbled close to the table again, and in the tangle of limbs, Brody’s heel came down on top of the micro, unknowingly obliterating it.

Richard stared in shock at where the micro had just been. This made twice that one of his friends had killed one of them without even meaning to. It was like Brody had said, compared to the micros, his friends were basically gods. Uncaring, temperamental, and so utterly powerful that they could do whatever they wanted to the tiny people without any consequences. Once again, Richard could feel himself getting hard.

Soon enough, his three friends finished their match and stood up, shaking themselves off. Brody looked over at Jake and asked, “Hey, how's that one you dropped in your pants doing? Is it still alive?”

“It-oh~” Jake cut himself off with another moan, “It’s still kicking.”

“Wait, you’ve really got one in your pants?” Tyler asked.

Jake nodded, “Yup, it's the only thing micros are good for you know~”

“Damn, if it survived all of that I think you might be right,” Brody said, “Maybe I should get a cockbug of my own.”

“Same,” Tyler agreed.

The two buff men each grabbed a micro out of the container for themselves and callously dropped them into their pants. Almost immediately, Tyler’s legs buckled under him and he nearly tumbled to the ground for a second time while Brody’s face started to flush.

“D-damn. For something so small you can really feel it,” Tyler said, holding himself up with the coffee table.

“That’s what I’ve been saying~” Jake singsonged.

Tyler looked at Jake in shock, “You’ve had one of these runts worshipping your dick for so long. How are you even standing?”

“Hmm,” Jake hummed, “Dunno, must be ‘cause I’m better in bed than you.”

“Screw you!”

“Only if you-”

“You sure you don’t wanna be a part of this Dick?” Brody cut the two off before they could get into another fight, “You're seriously missing out. These bugs feel amazing.”

Richard blushed and looked down, noting the obvious bulge straining against his pants, “Y-ya know…why not?”

“That’s the spirit!” Brody grinned, “Here, catch!”

The bodybuilder plucked another micro out of the plastic container and tossed it at Richard. He scrambled to catch it, accidentally letting the micro slip through his hands and slam into his shirt instead. The tiny human rolled down the loose fabric, coming to a stop when it bumped against his rock-hard dick.

Richard stared at the little thing for a moment, numerous emotions flowing through him, not least of which being arousal. Finally, he pulled out his pants and herded the micro down into them. Instantly, he understood what the others were talking about. The micro obviously did not want to be down there but its constant struggles against his cock felt really good. It was kind of a hard sensation to describe. It didn’t feel anything like sex, or when he’d use his hand. Honestly, it was kind of what he imagined sitting on a dryer felt like for women. It was like a constant tingle of stimulation against his most intimate part.

“God-” Tyler let out a raucous moan, “Damn~”

Richard looked over at him and could immediately tell what happened. The dark splotch on the football star’s shorts told him everything he needed to know. The micro had made him cum in his pants. Tyler fully collapsed onto the coffee table. He dropped his head right beside the box of micros, the impact sending the ones left in there tumbling to the ground.

“Oh shit…” he panted, “that felt goooood.”

The jock’s handsome face was flushed, although whether it was with embarrassment, or arousal was anyone’s guess. Richard was blushing too, although he knew the reason for that was a healthy mix of both. A large part of him was super turned on, but an even larger part was shocked this was even happening. The four of them had all seen each other naked before–in changing rooms and at that bathhouse during their trip to Japan after they'd graduated high school–but they’d never done anything this sexual around one another.

Hell, Jake was the only one who was actually out, having told them all he was bi just a few months ago. While Richard himself was questioning and he knew that Tyler probably was too, this was a marathon of steps further than anything they’d done before. It already was when they’d all dropped the micros down their pants, but this…this made it feel more real; that they could see Tyler’s arousal. It was also super hot. Jake clearly thought the same, if the smirk pulling at his lips, and the slight flush to his face were anything to go by.

“Need some help with that, jockstrap?” He asked salaciously.

Tyler turned around to look at him, still clearly out of it from the pleasure high, “Wha?”

“Here, let me get you cleaned up~”

With no more preamble, the skater pounced on him. Jake quickly pulled Tyler’s sweatpants down his thick, hairy legs, revealing his large, still erect cock and the micro struggling to escape a line of cum dribbling down his shaft. Jake bent over, easily taking all seven inches of Tyler’s dick into his mouth, sensually sliding it between his plush, supple lips. After a few moments, he pulled back, slurping up all of the remaining cum (and the micro) marring Tyler’s shaft.

With a loud gulp, Jake swallowed Tyler’s spunk before lolling his tongue out and letting the twitching micro slide into his palm in a pool of his spit. He looked back at Tyler’s face and waggled his eyebrows, “Yummy.”

All three of them stared at Jake, their faces red.

“Fuck…” Tyler breathed.

“You said it,” Brody answered, seeming to shake himself off, “Are we really doing this? ‘Cause I’m down if you all are.”

Tyler nodded instantly, and Richard…he wasn’t sure but he found himself nodding too. Seeming to accept their answers, Brody dragged off his shirt and tossed it away, revealing his buff physique. He then dropped his pants, letting the sweats pool around his feet until he stepped out of them, leaving him standing before them all in just his white socks, and his black briefs, the tight garment accentuating his large bulge.

“Then let's get this party started!” the bodybuilder shouted, flexing his muscles, “Gimme that bug, Jake!”

The shout called Richard and Tyler’s attention to Brody, and they watched as he took the micro from Jake before dropping it onto one of his bulky pectorals. He flexed it, sending the tiny thing tumbling through the air until it landed on his other pec, where he flexed again, sending the micro back the way it came. He bounced the bug between his pecs like a juggler, the comedic sight finally snapping the other two out of their reveries.

Jake cackled at the display as Tyler shucked off his own shirt, standing up before he said, “Pass it here, I wanna try!”

Brody bounced the micro off his chest, sending it over to the other muscular man. The jock caught it and started bouncing it between his own pecs, making Jake start laughing harder. Then, Tyler tossed the tiny thing back to Brody where they started juggling it between all four of their pectorals.

“You guys are so dumb!” the skater giggled, “I thought we were gonna have an orgy and now you're juggling a tiny with your muscles!”

“Well, an orgy’s not off the table yet…grip tape,” Tyler responded, focusing more on not dropping the micro.

The two of them paid so much attention to the bug that neither of them noticed Jake pull off his own clothes, nor did they notice when the mischievous skater snuck up behind Brody. He waited for an opportune moment before he leaned in close, rubbing his tan chest against Brody’s broad back and twining his arms under the bodybuilders before he snatched the micro out of the air.

“Hey, what’re you doing?” Brody laughed.

“You weren’t paying enough attention to me,” the needy boy pouted.

Jake brought the micro up to his face and spit on it, reapplying the lubrication that had dried while the other two were playing with it. Then he slid his arms back under Brody’s and rubbed the micro into his nipple. He took a minute to toy with Brody’s large nipple using the tiny before he pressed it in just a bit harder. The micro died agonizingly slowly. Richard could imagine its ribs breaking one at a time as Jake applied more and more pressure, its insides being pushed out of itself, its skin tearing and breaking while Jake did nothing more than rub it just a bit harder until…pop, and all that was left was a tiny stain on Brody’s nipple.

The bodybuilder shivered in pleasure, “Damn, Jake.”

“Hey, you couldn’t have gone after Dick first instead, grip tape?” Tyler asked, “He’s still just sitting there!”

Suddenly all three of Richards' very attractive friends, all of them missing most of their clothing, turned on him with extremely predatory grins. He gulped.

By the time the four of them were finished, it had gotten very late into the night and they were all very tired. Despite Richard not participating in it, the other three had used the micros to great effect for themselves, ending the night with all of them speckled with tiny bloodstains. Not a single one of the micros Brody brought had survived.

Once they’d tired themselves out they’d gotten ready for bed, all piling into Richards' tiny bathroom to brush their teeth before heading back out to the living room to pull out his futon. In the end, they decided on having Tyler and Brody sleep together on the futon, and having Jake sleep on the couch since he was the only one who’d fit on it. It wasn’t long after getting sleeping arrangements sorted that Richard headed back to his own room and all four of them went to sleep.

Then, late in the night, Richard woke up with a pounding headache. He reached over to his bedside table for the glass of water he kept there only to find it empty. With a groan, he got up and blearily made his way towards his kitchen. As he was sneaking through his living room the headache got even more intense, knocking him to the ground from the pain. He screwed his eyes shut…and then it cleared up just as suddenly as it came.

When he opened his eyes though, Richard wasn’t in his living room. He was in some dark, alien landscape that stretched around him for miles. And he was naked too! Except, as he looked closer he could make out his table…and his chairs…and in the other direction was his couch, and beside it was the futon with Brody and Tyler, where they had kicked off their covers! And the strangely soft ground below him must be his clothes! It all only looked alien because of how big it was. Richard…Richard had shrunk!

That couldn’t be possible. He didn’t have the micro gene which made people susceptible to getting the shrinking virus. He couldn’t shrink! How had this happened!? He needed to get help! He needed to get his friends to notice him! He needed them to-

Wait. Richard had seen how they treated micros. How did he know they wouldn’t do the same things to him that they’d done to all the other micros last night? They were his friends, but…would that matter? It didn’t matter, Richard shook his head. It was either get their help and hope they didn’t hurt him, or for sure die trying to survive at the size of an ant. When he put it like that it wasn’t much of a choice at all.

He trekked out off the pile of his own clothes and across the hardwood floor of his living room towards his friends. He bushwacked through his carpet as he made his way in the direction of the futon, easily deciding on trying his luck with Brody and Tyler because he didn’t think he’d be able to climb his couch at his new size. He was lucky that the two of them had kicked off their covers since it gave him an easy ramp up to them, rather than needing to scale the sheer cliff face that was the futon.

Unfortunately for him, the only way Richard could find to get onto it took him right between Tyler’s socked feet. He’d hoped to go straight to one of their faces, but he couldn’t find any other ways onto the futon that didn’t involve mountain climbing on a comforter. Instantly, his nose was overwhelmed by jock’s B.O. At his normal size, it wouldn’t have been that bad, but walking through the massive valley made by Tyler’s hairy legs while shrunken as small as he was, the scent was ever present and overpowering. It was almost enough to make him break into a coughing fit.

Finally, Richard reached the end of the valley: Tyler’s crotch. The only thing separating Richard from his friend’s privates was the dark grey fabric of the jock’s boxers. If he’d thought the scent of Tyler’s body odor wafting off his legs had been overwhelming, this was a whole other ballgame. Even if he hadn’t known that the football star hadn’t taken a shower after all the “fun” they’d had earlier, the intense, musky smell seeping through his underwear would make it obvious.

Richard felt his dick twitch, the scent of Tyler’s arousal triggering his own. He had to consciously stop himself from rubbing one out with a rapid shake of his head. He slapped his cheeks, trying to get it together before he stepped up to Tyler’s crotch and grabbed ahold of the man’s boxers. There was only one way to get the jock’s attention, and that was to climb him.

Richard quickly ran into another problem as he began scaling his friend’s bulge. The heady scent wafting off Tyler’s dick only grew stronger once he was basically burying his face in the man’s balls while climbing his boxers, but beyond that, there was also the warmth. The body heat coming from Tyler’s groin just served as yet another thing to sap Richard’s strength. He could feel it eating away at his will to continue, telling him to give in, to submit himself before the godlike presence of his friend.

But he pressed on. Finally, Richard reached the top of Tyler’s bulge, cresting the summit of his groin. He could feel the man’s dick twitch with every step he took on it, but that didn’t matter. All that was left was to cross Tyler’s muscular stomach and reach his face. Then the jock’s body rumbled, knocking Richard off his feet as Tyler stirred awake.

“Urrgh…” He groaned, opening his eyes.

He looked down at his crotch, his eyes immediately zeroing in on Richard’s tiny form standing on it. Tyler stared at him blearily for a moment before he tapped Brody’s shoulder.

“Hey, hey wake up, look at this,” He whispered, his voice rumbling through the air around Richard.

“Wha?” Brody asked, slowly waking up from Tyler’s tapping.

The jock pointed at Richard, drawing the bodybuilder’s attention to his groin. It seemed to take a few seconds, but eventually, Brody’s eyes locked on Richard. Having his two friends stare down at him was mildly terrifying. Seeing their building-sized faces track his every move was very freaky. At least they had noticed him though. 

He raised his arms to wave at them, glad that he had managed to get noticed only to immediately abort the gesture when Tyler said, “Looks like we missed one. Must be a dumb bug if it came back. That or it knows its place in life is being a toy for us.”

Tyler…didn’t recognize him? Cold dread filled Richard’s stomach. Maybe Brody would-

The bodybuilder nodded at Tyler, “Well, I think we oughta reward it for its good behavior, don’t you?”

Neither of them could tell it was him. He was too small. Richard wanted to run but his legs were frozen. Besides, where would he go? He couldn’t escape his friends even if he tried. Before he could do anything though, Tyler’s hand descended on him. Richard screamed in fear, watching the building-sized appendage drop towards him at a rapid speed. He was going to die. He was going to die. He was going to-

He was pinched between two of the jock’s thick fingers as Tyler roughly picked him up.

“Good point,” The football star responded to Brody, “We gotta get Jake in on this too.”

While Tyler held onto Richard, Brody walked over to Jake and gently shook the skater awake, saying, “Jake, we missed one of the bugs. Wanna help us put it in its place?”

“I was waiting for you to ask,” he said, having apparently already been woken up by the other two’s conversation.

Tyler callously dropped Richard onto the coffee table once Jake stood up, smirking at him as he bounced painfully on the hardwood. Before he could even pick himself up, his three friends surrounded him on all sides. Richard couldn’t believe this was happening as he stared up at them. It was like seeing all of them again for the first time. Brody’s chiseled physique and bulging muscles were all the more apparent at this size where even the man’s pinky finger dwarfed him. His biceps alone were the size of mountains. Tyler’s bulky figure only looked bigger, and Richard could make out each individual, dark hair on the jock’s chest. But Jake…it was as if he was seeing Jake how he had always truly been meant to be seen.

The skater had always been the smallest of the four of them. He was the shortest, and he wasn’t very muscular. But now…Jake’s body went on for miles. His flat, tanned stomach stretched up into the distance, the sheer scale discrepancy leaving the man’s face blurry. It was like looking at a god. It was like looking at three gods, Richard thought, whipping his head back around to look at the other two. He could get lost on a single one of Brody’s abs, and having Tyler’s bulge in his face only served to remind him of the fact that he had literally been able to climb it like it was a mountain!

Richard was probably going to die, he thought while looking up at the three vengeful deities staring down at him like he was an insect. He was probably going to die and he was strangely okay with that. If he was going to die, at least he could go out while bringing his friends…his gods, some pleasure.

“So what should we do with it?” Brody’s voice rumbled over him.

“I call first dibs!” Jake immediately shouted.

The skater quickly slid off his old, dirty boxers, revealing his already erect penis. Without giving Richard a chance to react, Jake slapped his cock down on top of him. It was like being caught under a falling tree…if that tree was made of his friend’s warm, tan flesh and stank of unwashed cum. The hefty pillar slammed into him, crushing him onto his back and Richard could feel his bones creaking under the weight, but he didn’t care. He’d already accepted that he was going to die and that he would do his best to make sure his gods were happy with him.

“Holy fuck dude!” Tyler shouted above him, “Did you kill it? We wanted to have a turn!”

Richard ignored the beginnings of an argument between the two deities, instead focussing on trying to wrap his arms around Jake’s shaft. It was a fool’s errand since the thing was similar in scale to a redwood tree but he still tried. At the same time, Richard planted his lips on the skater’s dick, burying his face in the tan flesh and giving it a sloppy kiss.

Jake moaned above him, “Nope~ it's still alive. Seems pretty happy being under my dick too~”

“For real?” Tyler asked, “Give it here.”

Richard could imagine the grabby hands that Tyler was making, but most of his attention was being given to servicing Jake’s cock…right up until it was pulled off of him and Tyler dropped his hairy ballsack down on top of him.

“You seem to know your place bug, so get lickin’” The jock commanded and Richard was only too happy to oblige.

He was smothered under the seemingly neverending, loose flesh of Tyler’s sack. He could barely breathe and each tiny bit of air he managed to get was filtered through the jock’s sweaty balls. It was like he was breathing musk soup. Still, he licked Tyler’s nuts like a feral animal. He couldn’t get enough of the stinky, salty taste of the man’s unwashed testicles, and if the bellowing moans above him were anything to go by, Tyler was happy with his work too.

Then a pair of dexterous fingers pinched Richard’s foot. He felt it shatter in the rough grip as Jake dragged him out from under Tyler’s balls but he was so high on the fumes of the three god’s arousal that it barely registered.

“You’ve gotta let Brodes get a turn too,” Jake said, letting Richard dangle between his fingers for a moment.

Hanging upside down like he was made it hard for blood to get to his dick…and yet he was still rock hard when Brody’s muscular fingers snaked around him, roughly grabbing him out of Jake’s grasp. Richard’s leg dislocated under the harsh treatment but it hardly mattered when Brody was staring down at him with a look of unrestrained lust.

“Alright cockbug, hope you’re ready for round three,” He barked.

Without any further preamble, the bodybuilder shoved Richard against the tip of his shaft. Brody rubbed him up and down his massive dick. Richard’s skin was scraping off under the friction and yet he gladly stuck his tongue out, letting it be dragged across the length of Brody’s dirty cock. He swirled him around his tip a few more times before letting him slam back onto the coffee table in a pathetic heap.

“Alright runt, you’ve been good but now its time to say goodbye,” Tyler rumbled.

His voice prompted Richard to look up, letting him see all three of his friends furiously masturbating over him. Jake smirked, “Consider yourself lucky to die like this.”

“On three?” Brody asked to which the others nodded.

“One”

“Two”

“Three!”

At the shout, Brody, Jake, and Tyler all released the loads. Gallons of cum crashed down on top of Richard, burying him in the slimy, white substance. The stimulation of it all brought Richard to climax as well, although his puny load was barely anything compared to the viscous liquid he was drowning in. Richard fought and kicked and struggled and finally, with black spots in his eyes from the lack of oxygen, he broke the surface. He managed to get his head above the cum, gasping for air to the sounds of raucous laughter. His friends were laughing at him. His gods were laughing about how he was so pathetic that he nearly died in a pool of their jizz.

The laughter cleared up quickly enough, and Tyler finally said, “Ugh, I don’t wanna clean that up.”

“Let’s just leave it till morning huh?” Jake agreed and Brody nodded.

Before Richard knew it, the three gods had left him to go back to sleep. He was still alive and they’d just left him to stew in the ocean of cum until morning! It almost felt crueler this way. He got to live just a little bit longer but only with the knowledge that once the sun came up he’d be wiped up with a paper towel and tossed in the trash.

Still, there was nothing he could do until morning came. Jake was the first to get up. He glanced over at Richard, still trapped in the puddle of cum, and stifled a laugh. The other two woke up soon afterward and had similar reactions to seeing him. Then Jake got up, probably to get a glass of water or something, and froze.

“What are Dick’s clothes doing out here?” he asked.

Brody and Tyler both scrambled up to look, finally noticing the pile of Richard’s clothes in the light of day. Brody looked back at Jake and said, “Dunno.”

“I’ll go wake him up,” Tyler offered.

Richard could feel hope rising in his chest. His body was broken and battered but if they realized he was missing…maybe they’d put together what happened and help him? His heart was beating out of his chest as he heard Tyler rummage around in his room before coming back out.

The jock looked at the other two and raised his hands in confusion, “He’s not in there.”

“Wait…” Brody seemed to be the first one to put it together, “Dick’s missing…but his clothes are out here…do you think?”

The three of them stampeded back to the coffee table. His three friends loomed over him, all of them studying his body. The hope Richard felt was only growing stronger until it was finally realized when Jake whispered, “Holy shit it is…”

They’d figured it out! They knew it was him! Richard was going to live! They were gonna help him and-

“So what should we do with it?” Tyler asked, “That’s not Dick anymore. It’s just a bug.”

The hope in Richard’s chest crashed into a deep well of despair at the callous words only sinking further when the other two nodded in agreement.

“Well…” Jake hummed, “It may not be Dick anymore but it was at one point. I don’t really wanna just crush him and be done with it…Hey, that gives me an idea!”

The skater clapped his hands together, drawing Brody and Tyler’s attention, “That was Dick, right? It wasn’t one of the defective bugs Brody’s sister gave us.”

“Oh. Ooooh,” Tyler nodded, seemingly getting it, “Yeah, why not?”

“Have fun,” Brody said, stepping back at the same time Jake said, “Hope it tastes good~”

Tyler leaned in close, opening his mouth. His humid, warm, morning breath washed over Richard. He was given a front-row view of Tyler’s sharp, gleaming teeth as he lolled his tongue out, the slimy, pink appendage slamming onto the coffee table just beyond the pool of his friend’s cum.

“Wait, please!” Richard pleaded, even though he knew they couldn’t understand him.

“Pipe down bug,” Tyler snapped, “You should really consider yourself lucky. I mean, you get to be eaten by me. Maybe your calories will help me win a game.”

His friend’s words shut Richard up because…he was right. He’d already accepted he was going to die earlier, and being eaten by Tyler was probably one of the best ways he could go. Besides, it's not like there was anything he could do. He just had to accept his fate.

Without any more words exchanged, the football star slid his tongue across the coffee table, bulldozing over Richard and slurping up the pile of dried cum. He swirled him around inside his humid mouth for a minute before saying something to his friends.

The words were too echoing and rumbly for Richard to understand from inside Tyler’s mouth, but the jock had said, “Y’know, it is more flavorful this time.”

Richard heard laughter from outside his swampy execution grounds, and then Tyler positioned his tiny body atop one of his pale molars. All Richard could do was stare up at the gleaming guillotine and wait for it to come down. He lifted his arms to welcome it, and then, finally, Tyler bit down.