Master swung open the door with a mischievous look at his face. Master is what he made me call him if I wanted to be fed. He was already stripping himself of his shirt revealing his hairy chest and tummy hair that trailed all the way down to his sweaty jackstrop, freshly ripe from a good workout. I knew I was fucked.
"You're going to love this, Little One. My fat cock has been filling it all day. I've been preparing it just for you."
He walked over and unlocked my cage. Now was the time of day where I'd be master's sex toy. Forced to be at his beck and call on any new perverted whimsy he'd thought up for the day. Sure, being 5 inches tall and having no bodily autonomy wasn't the career path I'd hoped for, but rent was free, and master kept his little servant in perfect health as long as I obeyed and didn't try to run. I'd had worse bosses when I was big I supposed.
"Come here, you need to enjoy this." Master peeled the jockstrap from his massive dick and sweaty balls. He stood before me stark naked, the smell of his rank armpit and ass musk radiating to my nose from here.
"No, please," I begged, "This is the worst you've ever smelt, give me mercy this one time." Master didn't mind a little push back. And this truly was the worst I'd witnessed until now. I knew it would be truly awful. But I also knew there was no getting out of it.
"Oh quit your bitching. Be a grateful little slut and take what I give you."
Master grabbed my naked body with one hand and lifted me up. He twiddle my cock with his giant thumb like a game controller until my body betrayed itself and I became erect.
"Master please, I don't want to do this."
He rang out an evil chuckle. "Good." And with that I was tossed into the jockstrap and master wrapped the crotch of the underwear around my whole body. It was warm and damp. My eyes stung and my nostrils burned from the stench of ball sweat and precum. Master must've been turned on thinking about this all day.
I flailed around hopelessly trying the escape my cloth prison but Master was having too much fun to let me go. He began running his hands and fingers over my body, playing with my cock and gently shoving his pinky in my ass. Breathing was difficult. My lungs filled with damp hot rancid air. Despite that my cock throbbed yearning for release. I wasn't allowed to play with myself while master wasn't here. He'd video me while I was away and promised he would crush me if he ever caught me relieving myself without him. So even in these situations where I wanted to leave and get away from him, I still found myself backed up and dying for a way to release. Just as I began getting close, Master unwrapped me.
"This can be your bed for tonight." He said as he removed the one from my cage and tossed the jockstrap in. I was in no place to protest.
"If you enjoyed the whiff you got from the front, then I know you'll love the back. Straight from the source."
It took me a second to realize what he meant, but then he started moving me towards his ass. Inches away the smell was intense. Sweaty ass was never a pleasant smell, but Master really did put in the extra effort today to especially torture me.
