Story tags are butts, feet, gross, slave, MF/m cuck... and latex!

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     For the last few months, Evan had been messaging with a domme online, whose name was Violet. He quickly fell head over heels for her, and while she didn’t feel the same way towards him (obviously), she took advantage of his infatuation by letting him buy her things in exchange for continuing their relationship. Everything from Chipotle gift cards to latex clothing to furniture for her apartment, he happily bought it all because he loved seeing how glad his purchases made her.

     But one day, Evan got ahead of himself and sent Violet a recording of him cumming all over a picture of her. She’d never agreed to let him send dick pics to her, let alone such an explicit video, so out of disgust and anger, she blocked him on all her socials. It was only after he started a new account on Instagram that he was able to DM her again and beg for forgiveness. She said that if he bought a particular remotely controlled chastity cage for himself and gave her the access code, then she’d let things go back to how they were. It was special in that it had two ways to unlock: one to allow him to get erect, and one to actually remove the device from his genitals. Once he’d purchased it and given her the controls, she proudly told him that she had no plans to ever let it get removed for the foreseeable future, and only on Sundays and Wednesdays between 7 and 7:10am would she unlock it to let him jack off again. But if she didn’t get the notification that the lock around his shaft was secured again by 7:11, she’d block him on everything again, delete the codes, and let him worry about how to remove the device himself.

     So for several months he woke up on schedule twice a week to have his several minutes of masturbatory pleasure (except for the couple times she’d “accidentally” slept in), all the while still buying her gifts. She even told him one day that her boyfriend was trying to get a new car so he needed some extra money, and Evan—hesitant but obedient—sent the guy a couple thousand dollars to help with the purchase. Evan’s thank-you gift was a clip of Violet’s boyfriend giving her anal, which she told Evan could be used for his unlock periods. He loved the video, and thanked her for it. Excessively.

     One afternoon, seemingly out of the blue, Violet had a proposition for Evan: if he could go 6 months without the cage being opened, she’d let him fly out to meet her in person for an afternoon. Trading half a year of his life for the opportunity to meet some girl who wasn’t interested in him and already had a boyfriend? Obviously he happily agreed to it.

     So nearly a year after first contacting Violet online, Evan had finally booked a ticket to the city she lived in. He was even still in chastity (the deal had been that he’d get to come meet her; that didn’t mean he’d also get the opportunity to cum again). Evan had expected Violet to want to meet in a public space, for her own safety and privacy reasons, so he was surprised when he showed up at the address she’d given him and saw that it was just a regular house. He knocked on the door, nervous but excited, and was honestly surprised when she opened the door.

     She seemed to be almost a foot shorter than him (not that he cared) and her expression seemed to mostly convey annoyance. There was a bit of regret too, but she had a plan in mind that’d make sure she’d end up glad with her decision to invite him over. And she was pretty confident he’d be stupid enough to fall for it.

     “Hey Violet,” he clamored excitedly, “it’s so nice to m—”

     “Shut the fuck up,” she sighed, catching Evan off guard. “Honestly, I don’t even know why I invited you out here. This is like, so weird, and creepy even, probably. Ugh…” Evan felt the same way and was even a bit surprised at himself for coming, but he didn’t say anything and just stood there awkwardly. “OK, I have a bit of an idea,” she said, and led him to her living room where there was a bit of an open space. “Lie on the ground for me,” she ordered. Already, Evan was feeling giddy with excitement; he had no idea what she had in mind, but such a command was too off-beat to not be something intriguing, he figured. He was a bit nervous, but he did as she instructed him and hastily got down on the ground, facing upwards.

     Violet stepped over him, edging up towards his head so she could stand directly over his face. By this point, he was more than excited, except he’d long since gotten used to the chastity cage keeping his excitement from being on display.

     But as the short, bratty domme looked down at him with contempt, Evan realized for the first time that she had a tattoo of a black spade on her calf. To most people, it was an inconspicuous decoration, but to a pervert like Evan, he knew that it was a symbol of her allegiance towards black men, black bodies, and most importantly, black dicks. As a look of hesitancy dawned on his face, clearing its way through the lustful fog in his brain for the first time since he got on the plane earlier that day, Violet kicked her legs out from under her and slammed her massive latex-clad ass directly on top of Evan’s face.

     As soon as she landed, she let out a long and repulsive fart, exploding out of her like it had been trapped inside her and begging for release (which it had). Evan gasped in surprise, his face hurting from Violet’s drop—he was pretty sure his nose was broken. But his gasp allowed him to inhale a heaping dosage of Violet’s gas. He’d never had a fart fetish, he just liked hot women and a twinge of being dominated and told what to do. But whatever stench was coming out of her ass smelled horrible and vile. And then he started shrinking.

     His mind was going crazy and he had no idea how, but he could feel Violet’s ass getting heavier, and his head seemed to sink more and more into her cheeks as if it was swallowing up, engulfing his lanky body. He tried to struggle out from beneath her ass, but he couldn’t budge his head, and when he tried to reach backwards to swat at her body, it seemed impossibly sized. Perverted idiot though he was, Evan was pretty sure he was shrinking.

     Over the course of the next hour, Violet sat on his face, texting a few of her other subs while letting out a new fart every once in awhile. And every time she did, he could feel her get heavier and bigger. Until she finally got off of him, and he realized with startling fear that he really was shrunken. Everything was so big, he figured he must only be a few inches tall, and although he didn’t know it, Violet had even grown a few inches, absorbing his mass via her toxic ass-magic.

     For the first time since Evan arrived, Violet finally smiled. And that was the moment he realized his entire life had just been stolen from him.

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     Over the next few months, as Evan adjusted to a life of shrunken slavery towards Violet, he didn’t even get the minor luxury of feeling like he was her special pet or toy. He’d quickly learned that Violet had actually shrunken dozens of guys before, and she kept them all in a glass cage like little insects. She didn’t even give him any kind of pet-name, let alone remember his real one. Violet would dish out commands and instructions without naming anyone in particular (what was the point when they all were the same size, all did the same tasks, and all effectively worthless now?). If she was glaring at someone while giving an order, they’d just better hope they were paying attention to her to know they’d been commanded to do something. Otherwise, she’d treat them to a punishment to deter their inattention from ever occurring again.

     Evan experienced one such bout of punishment during a foot worshipping session. While she sat on the couch, video chatting with some potential new victims, her bare feet were up on her coffee table, and he’d been instructed to lick it. Not for any reason, since he was obviously too small to clean them of their sweat or reach any higher than a couple inches. She just wanted her slaves to worship her; it was foot worshipping sessions like that that reminded them who their goddess was. 

     After licking her feet for so long that his tongue had dried out from all its saliva, he heard her snicker at some humiliating display one of her subs was doing for her on the other end of the video call. Her feet had shifted so that her soles were facing down now, which meant Evan was supposed to lick in between her toes now that they were reachable. Suddenly, he heard Violet call out in a sing-songy voice, “Toejam-eating time!” Whatever pathetic guy was on the other end of her call suddenly pulled his socks off and began scooping out the dirt between his own toes, tossing it into his mouth and swallowing it for Violet’s entertainment. But Evan hadn’t paid much attention to what Violet had said, subconsciously taking it as a command only meant for the other guy. It was only after he happened to glance up and notice Violet’s eyes pointed straight at him, piercingly furious, that he realized it must’ve been a command meant for both of them. He quickly ran over to her toes, dropped to her knees, and began scooping out the dirty, mucky toejam from between her pink-painted nails (he was so small that he could gather up entire handfuls of the stuff just from a single toe), and shoveled it into his mouth. He ignored how nauseatingly bitter the cheesy funk was, swallowing it down anyways and letting her nasty toe fungus pile up in his stomach. He knew from experience that he’d be considered the lucky one amongst the group of slaves for this honor, since it meant he got a dessert straight from their goddess’ body in addition to their regular meals of crumbs and sweat. 

     Violet stopped glaring at him, content with his eventual obedience, but she still made sure to punish him that night. “This is for not paying attention to my fucking orders,” she growled as soon as the video call was over. “Wait, aren’t you the one that didn’t clean my toilet last week?” Evan was so replaceable and worthless, she’d even gotten him confused with another one of her slaves. “God, I would’ve thought spending a night in my ass would’ve taught you to behave. Whatever, I guess I’ll try out a few days this time and see if you learn to follow instructions.” Evan’s eyes bugged out and he tried pleading with her, screaming that he was someone else, but Violet couldn’t hear him (and wouldn’t have cared anyways). She pulled back her panties, positioned him between her cheeks, right at the entrance to her anus, and then pushed in with her pointer finger, burying him what seemed like 20 feet deep into her shit-stained rectum.

     She’d had to fish him out of the toilet two times over the next couple days, simply placing him right back into her ass each time he fell out, but after her shit had pushed him out the third time, she’d decided his punishment had been sufficient, and finally let him return back with all the other slaves.

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     Evan finally got his first glimpse into Violet’s affinity for black guys one day when she selected him to be her “anal entertainment” one night. The man she’d brought had a cock so thick that she knew he wouldn’t be able to give it to her from behind, it’d be far too painful for her. Not that she had plenty of room up front, because she didn’t, but it was the better-fitting of the two, and he was too hot for her to pass up experiencing his dick somehow.

     So while Jon’s dick occupied her pussy, she wanted Evan to occupy her asshole, and she ordered him to squirm around and make as much of a commotion as he could while stuck up her sphincter. Violet wanted a kind of double pleasure, and Evan knew better than to disobey his master when she was horny, so his naked little body wormed and wiggled and writhed while buried up her ass, hoping he’d make enough of an impact to satisfy her while her man fucked her so hard from the front that it shook Violet’s body.

     As it turned out, Jon was a foot guy, so after he’d brought Evan’s evil owner to orgasm, Jon told her that he wanted to finish by getting a footjob from her and then cumming all over her soles. A breathy Violet obliged with his request, but first made sure to pluck Evan out from her ass. She splayed her toes, set his little body in between, and then tightly clenched them shut again around him, before turned her soles to face each other and form a slit for Jon to fuck through. Jon had had sex with Violet before, so he already knew about all her little shrunken pets, and didn’t even react as he saw the tiny man get gripped by Violet’s feet. Evan then watched as a dark, meaty shaft started ramming Violet’s soft soles below him, and after a minute, Jon gave Violet the sign that he was ready.

     She retracted her feet and held them side by side with her soles facing the tall, dark-skinned muscular man, while he gripped his dick and stroked himself to the finish line. Violet giggled once she felt the warm, sticky goo splatter onto her soles, over and over and over, knowing that some of it was undoubtedly hitting her little slave too (and knowing Jon, he was probably aiming towards Evan on purpose, trying to hit him squarely in the face at least once).

     Once Jon had finished releasing himself, Violet—still holding her feet up—reached behind her to grab two latex toe socks, and then slipped them both on, feeling another wave of excitement run through her as Jon’s warm jizz squished into her sole. But with it, Evan’s tiny body squished into her sole too, tightly pressed against the giant surface while his naked body was coated with Jon’s gooey fluids.

     “You gonna sleep in those again? Nasty…” Jon chuckled to himself, but began putting his clothes back on as Violet shrugged and giggled to herself. Soon enough, Jon had left to go back home, but as Violet went to bed that night, she wasn’t entirely alone. Because Jon’s cum was drying Evan’s body into place on her sole.

     While she soon drifted off to sleep, Evan was left wide awake, struggling to move while his body marinated in cum against his master’s foot.

Story tags are bro/sis, cruel, slave, feet, gross... and latex!

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     Evan had been living with his parents for years now. He never had a job for more than a few months, his most intimate relationships only had the romantic depth of a few dates, and he didn’t even seem to have any passions or things he really cared about. His parents had dreamt of raising a successful member of society, but instead they got… him.

     So when Kayla, Evan’s little sister, proposed that they should let her shrink him down, it hadn’t taken much convincing until they’d agreed. No longer would he be a burden; Kayla would be responsible for him now, and they wouldn’t have to stress about him ever again.

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     “That’s it, no need to fight it,” she snickered, as she sat on her her older brother’s face while he struggled to escape from underneath her. But every time he gasped for breath, he’d shrink a little bit more from the rubbery smell of the latex catsuit she wore. With every second that passed, he grew weaker beneath her, until she realized he’d whittled down to barely a foot in height.

     Kayla hopped off the little man and turned around to see him squirming under his clothes. She ripped them away and he tumbled out, naked and fragile, onto the ground beneath her. The teenage brat burst out into laughter, as Evan blushed and covered his privates. “Oh my God, your skin is so gross and pasty,” she sneered. “And move your hands or I’ll break your wrists,” she commanded, narrowing her eyebrows. He gingerly slid his hands away from his privates, provoking another fit of hysterics from his little sister. “Holy shit, and your dick is so tiny too! It’s just a short lil chubster, isn’t it?”

     He stood there awkwardly in front of her until her laughter finally died down. “Anyways, here’s how things are gonna work from now on,” she began to say. “After so many years of Mom and Dad waiting for their sad little failure to move out, they’re finally gonna get their wish! Cuz I’m moving out soon, but I’m gonna be taking you with me. I’ll give you plenty of jobs, except this time you won’t be fired, and I won’t let you quit. You had years to make something of yourself—it didn’t even have to be good, you just needed to do something—and you never did. So now you’ll get to be my personal little slave boy.” He gulped nervously, cowering in fear as she crawled closer to him, an evil smile on her face. 

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     “Hey Bug-Boy, time for your weekly meal!” The naked, 3-inch tall man quickly ran over to his goddess, kneeling before her as she finished scraping the last of the dirt from underneath her toenails. “OK, you can start eating,” she nodded, giving him permission, and he desperately crawled forward, hungry for something to fill his aching stomach. The smell was nauseating and vile, but he didn’t even hesitate to dive right in, shoving his little sister’s toejam into his mouth and gratefully swallowing it, hoping for any semblance of nutrients from within the salty gray paste. 

     “You know, I think I’m coming down with a cold,” Kayla sighed, sniffling a few times with a tired expression on her face. “So I guess you’ll get to eat a little extra for the next few days since I don’t wanna have to keep blowing my nose a hundred times a day.” 

     Evan hesitated for a moment, before saying something for the first time in a few days: “Thank you, Master.” And then he went right back to feeding from the dirty foot waste of the bratty college freshman. Kayla eyed him with a smirk, imagining the nose ring she’d have to shackle him to so he’d always be near to her nostrils, ready to eat her fresh snot whenever she needed him to.

     “And of course, my little slave needs his daily drink!” she sang once he’d finished with her toejam, and he obediently pointed his face skyward and opened his mouth. She grabbed her sweat-stained workout shorts from nearby and tightly twisted them into a knot above him, until eventually a few drops of her ass sweat splattered out onto the floor. He immediately bent down again and started licking up what he could from the ground beneath him, slurping up what he could while Kayla loomed above him, watching approvingly.

     But her satisfied expression quickly turned to one of anger as she noticed the erection that her slave was sporting; he was so tiny, and his dicklet even tinier, that it had hardly been noticeable. “What the fuck is that?!” she yelled. “Do you not remember what I told you about boners?” He looked up at her with fear in his eyes, trying to push it back down. “Don’t touch it!?” she shrieked, and his hands immediately flew behind him. “I don’t know if it’s just a random hard-on or if it’s somehow related to me, but I don’t give a shit. You better get rid of that boner right now, it’s fucking disgusting!”

     “But it’d go down faster if I can—”

     “YOU’RE NOT ALLOWED TO TOUCH IT!” Kayla screamed, furious at Evan for even speaking back. “Think of something gross if you have to, I don’t know how that shit works,” she sneered, leaning forward so that her face was only a few inches from the pathetic little worm she used to call her brother. “Maybe I’m being too nice, maybe the only way to never have to worry about it again is if I just snip it off!” As if on cue, against everything he knew about his manhood, his dick suddenly erupted in response to her threat, gushing out several spurts of his cum—and as a result, his dick started deflating back down to its micro-sized flaccid self.

     She was annoyed at how it had happened, but at least his cock had obeyed her even if he wouldn’t. “I’ll let it slide,” she grumbled, and pinched his body to pick him up as she lifted him towards her chest and unzipped her catsuit to toss him back in before zipping the tight costume back up. “Now back to where you belong.” She didn’t need to specify what she meant, he already knew, so he quickly complied with her instruction and began crawling down the length of her body, struggling from how tight the latex was, until after a few minutes he’d reached the very bottom, where her foot was. He curled up beneath his little sister’s toes, and sighed with relief now that he was back to his home, praying that she wouldn’t decide to punish him later.

Story tags are bro/sis, cruel, slave, feet, gross, MF/m cuckold... and latex!

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     Evan got to keep his dick intact, but his little sister wanted to make sure he’d never get any kind of gross boners around her again. So after his little feat of climaxing without even touching his dick, she went out and got him a tiny chastity cage. But this cage was special, unlike one Evan had ever heard of before. The cage came with a spiked collar, and a chain that was meant to attach itself between both. So once he’d locked himself into both the steel collar and steel cage (at which point, Kayla took the keys from him and fashioned them into earrings, because she wanted him to always remember that she owned his cock), he fastened one end of the chain to his cage, and then allowed his sister to pull it between his legs and up behind his back. He squirmed out of discomfort as his dick and balls went backwards and under his legs, somewhere the male physique never intended them to. But after Kayla attached the other end of the chain to his collar, she cinched the connection by pulling the chain as tightly as she could. Evan yelped in pain as his cage was stretched so far behind him that his genitals became lodged between his own ass cheeks. Only then did Kayla smile down at her work. Not only did she confirm her bug-brother would never get erect, but she’d hidden the little thing from her sight, and she knew it’d be days—weeks, probably—before it stopped being sore.

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     Kayla’s shrunken prisoner felt like vomiting, but he’d already thrown up his toejam-dinner so many times that he could only dry heave at this point. Kayla had put on another one of her rigidly tight latex costumes, this one designed to make her look like Samus. Then she’d stuck him under her armpit (while inside the catsuit, of course), and started up on a run.

     Her pits hadn’t been shaved for several days, which ensured that there would be plenty of stubble rubbing violently against his bare skin. But of course, the suit kept him so tightly bound against her body that he could never hope to wiggle away. And she was sweating so much that his hands and feet had pruned from how long they’d been soaked by his little sister’s nasty, foul-smelling perspiration.

     But the most important part was that he was shrinking again as a reaction to all the latex chemicals he was forced to huff. By the time Kayla arrived back home an hour later, he was barely half an inch tall—perfect for the plans she had in store for him that night.

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     “Heyyyy Parker, thanks for coming over!” Kayla grinned, and Evan felt a fearful rage build inside of him as he heard the voice of the guy who had bullied him for so many years in high school. Kayla’s pet had been fastened to her tongue ring, and was constantly gasping for air as her saliva coated his body.

     The two giants didn’t spend more than 5 minutes in Kayla’s bedroom before she’d pulled Parker’s pants down and started giving him a blowjob. Evan squirmed incessantly on his little sister’s tongue as she licked Parker’s dick, making sure her brother got dragged against his bully’s hot, veiny shaft. After it was sufficiently coated with her spit, she began bobbing up and down WRITE MORE HERE

     “Before we go any further, I have to let you know that I shrunk my older brother down a couple months ago,” Kayla told the tall man, sticking her tongue out in a goofy smile to let Parker take a look.

     “Whoah, holy shit…” Parker muttered, leaning in close to get a look. Evan hoped there would be a sliver of morality in the guy, and that he’d get someone to finally save Evan from this hell. But Parker only grinned.

     “Anyways, I was hoping you could stick him in your… condom? If that’s not too weird?” Owning her shrunken brother wasn’t enough, and neither was owning his dick; the cruel teenager wanted to cuck him, and she couldn’t think of anyone who would make Evan more miserable than Parker. 

     She was already working to take her tongue ring out, as Parker raised an eyebrow in surprise, but shrugged with a laugh, and held the rubber out for the girl. Evan’s eyes widened more than they ever had before as Kayla slowly spit his body out over the condom. Then he was lowered down, and watched as the tip of Parker’s thick, 7-inch cock loomed before him, before pressing inwards and shoved Evan deep into the massive condom. Kayla got on all fours on her bed, and Parker got behind her, guiding his dick to point at her pussy, and then slowly plunged it inside.

     Several minutes later, Parker had worked himself up to a speed that was making him sweat. The knowledge that the little loser from high school was in his condom inspired him to ram his cock with such a ferocity that it was actually hurting Kayla a bit. But she bit her lip and put up with the pain, wanting to maximize her brother’s humiliation.

     “I wanna… I’m gonna make your brother drown,” he panted, feeling his body tense up as he approached an orgasm. With one final thrust, he buried his dick so far into Evan’s sister that he hit her cervix and caused her to yelp in pain, and came all over her brother’s tiny, pathetic body.

     Parker’s jizz shot out of him so fast that it felt like a punch to Evan’s whole body, and he quickly became submerged in a pool of his giant bully’s sticky sperm. It plugged his nose, got in his eyes, and trickled down his throat, all while he was submerged within the dark of his evil sister’s giant, warm cunt.

     After Parker pulled himself out of Kayla, completely exhausted from the ordeal, he tugged the condom off and threw it away in Kayla’s trash can, leaving Evan to lay—covered in heaps of quickly-hardening jizz—as a piece of his sister’s garbage, forced to have been a shrunken cuckold for her.