In Your PLace
By: Pi-Zero

Steve and Josh were... friendly rivals. They weren't exactly best buds, after all, how could they be when they played the same sports - soccer and wrestling and were always competing for the same spots? They got on as well as could be expected considering this, at least through high school. Josh came out on top slightly more often, he was just a little bit bigger and just a little bit meaner.

But then they ended up going to the same college, and their rivalry grew out of control. The competition for the few freshman slots on the varsity squads was insane. In the end both young jocks made the cut, but Josh made it first. As time went on this started to become a trend. It wasn't really that Josh was any better than Steve, he just stood out a little more and after a few tryouts it was expected that they'd both make it but every coach picked Josh first.

Steve grumbled, but kept it to himself. He was a team player and he did his part. Sure he wasn't top scorer for soccer, duh, he was played center defense. It didn't matter how many goals Josh scored if Steve didn't keep the ball out of THEIR net. They were evenly matched in wrestling, but by Junior year, Josh was captain, Steve was co-captain.

It wouldn't have been so bad if Josh had been content to do his part and shut up about it. But of course, he wasn't, or there would be no real story to tell. Josh got cocky. He took every chance he could to rub his success in Steve's face. They had previously been close to friends, but Josh made it a one sided war. Steve would simply shrug and ignore him as Josh ranted about being, "Big man on campus" and "top man on the totem pole."

This simply wouldn't do for Josh's ego. He would prod harder, every time he managed to beat Steve in a match or Steve let a ball by. When he became captain and Steve co-captain he grinned wickedly and let loose with a hail of, "About time you were put in your place. Second fucking fiddle, Stevey-boy. That's right, *I'M* top dog, you're just my bitch, learn your place." Steve's eyes hardened a little and his jaw tightened but then he shrugged again and walked away.

This continued all through junior year, with Josh trying harder and harder to goad Steve into doing or saying something and Steve keeping it all in. Josh wondered if Steve screamed at walls when he went home or something.

The end of junior year came, and the team had it's last soccer game. Steve and Josh were alone in the locker room after all the other players had gone home. They were grimy and soaking in sweat. It had been a long hard game, but they had won, by a small margin. Josh had missed several crucial shots and was pissed at himself, so decided to take it out on Steve.

"What the fuck were you doing in the second half, sleeping back there?" Steve simply raised an eyebrow and turned to his locker. Josh growled and stomped over to him, "I'm talking to you, bitch, know your place. I'm the fucking captain and I want to know what the fuck you were doing?" Steve looked up at Josh, his green eyes glittering, "I believe I was blocking 12 shots, and letting two go by because I was covering for the halfback you ordered up to the front line to help you miss yet another shot." His voice was cold and calm. He turned back to his locker again.

Pissed at having his own faults pointed out Josh growled and wrenched Steve around by his shoulder. The two of them were close enough to feel the heat rising off the eachother's bodies, the distinct scent of sweaty cleats and shin pads filled the air, tinted by the sharp pungeant smells of mud and ground grass. "Look you fucking twit. I've had about enough of your fucking insubordinate, disrespectful shit. You need to be put in your fucking place."

Steve's jaw clenched, and the heat seemed to intensify, he breathed hard and glared at Josh, "You know, I think you're right. It's about time I was put in my place, which means it's about time someone put you in yours." He gripped Josh's arms and glared directly into his eyes.

Josh was caught, Steve's grip like cold iron, his eyes like sparking batteries. He thought he could *feel* all the anger Steve had been bottling up all year pouring out of those green eyes and into his own. He grunted, "What the fuck are you doing? You queer on me or something?"

Steve just kept staring, but Josh suddenly realized something was wrong. Steve was looking *down* into his eyes, but Josh was an inch or two *taller* than Steve!"What the fuck's going on?" He shouted and tried to pull away from Steve. He fell back on his ass and looked up at Steve who was still staring, still pouring out his anger through his eyes, "What's happening? I'm bringing you down a few pegs, Josh... putting you in your *place.*"

Josh stood up and tried to run, but his pants fell down around his ankles and he got tangled in his shinguards. He fell over again. In the brief seconds he was standing he realized he was only up to Steve's waist. He started to get really worried, "Steve... buddy... stop, this... this is just a joke right?" But he could still feel himself diminishing, surrounded by the rank smells of his kit. Two feet, one foot...

At 4 inches tall, he finally stopped shrinking. He stood up, in the middle of his own pants and jock. The locker room was huge and terrifying, but he barely noticed. Above him towered Steve, powerful and huge. He was grinning, and it was not a grin of camaraderie. He started to back up and tripped over his jock.

Steve laughed, "That should about do it, don't you think, Josh?" He realized he was hard. He wasn't gay, but the power he had over Josh was a total turn on. He laughed, it wasn't like Josh was going to be telling anyone about this! He bent down and scooped up his tiny former teammate, enjoying the feel of the formerly powerful, tightly muscled body in his hand.

He lifted Josh to his face and grinned, showing his brilliant white teeth, "You always wanted to be in your rightful place, Josh." Josh clenched his fists, "Yeah, the captain of the team, now fucking put me back you jackass!" Steve laughed, his hot breath blowing over the tiny soccer player, "Oh no, Itsy Bitsy Joshy-boy. You've been one hell of a shit, so I've decided your *place* is among the other shit. And on your way you get an all expenses paid, free tour of my digestive tract! Aren't you excited?"

Josh recoiled, "What? No! You can't! You're kidding! Put me the fuck back you freak! You can't do this to me! We were buds!" Steve glared at Josh, "*Were* being the operative word there, Snackman. You decided our friendship didn't have a place anymore, so now, neither do you except in my gut becoming a better person... me." His tongue darted out and knocked Josh over before retreating, "Mmm you're going to be delicious."

Josh curled up to escape the gargantuan slimy tongue, "No no no, you can't... I'm sorry... please don't, Steve! Please, I'll be better!" Steve sneered, "I'll be better, I'll be better! TOO FUCKING LATE, RUNT!" He smirked, "But don't worry, Snackman, you'll have time to think about the short time remaining you. I've got the after game party to go to."

Josh frowned, "After game... huh? I didn't hear about any part!" Steve laughed uproriously, "Of course not, runt! No one LIKES you, you're an ASSHOLE. But soon no one will have to deal with you but my gut. But I'll let you come to the party, don't think anyone will care... or notice!" He chuckled, "You know, I was thinking I was going to shower, but I've wasted so much time, I guess I'll just pull on my clean shirt and sneakers and go like this. Hope you don't mind the smell."

"Smell?" Josh shook his head, "But I can't go like this..." Steve grinned, "Oh don't worry, they won't see you. No one will notice if my already big bulge is just a little bigger, will they? Well, you might have, you were always jealous that I was better hung, weren't you? Guess you don't have to worry about that anymore, do you? It's twice as big as you!" He laughed.

Still not wanting to believe that any of this was real, Josh struggled in Steve's hand, "Bulge you... what the fuck? You can't put me there, you queer! I ain't gay!" Steve sqeezed him and felt his dick throb, "I ain't either, Snackman, but what does it matter?" With that he lowered Josh down towards his crotch. Josh realized that Steve was hard, and huge. He'd seen him in the shower and knew Steve was bigger, but hadn't realized he'd be significantly over eight inches. He was only about five and a half... or had been.

As Steve's hand passed his ripped abs to his waist, his stomach growled and Josh cringed. Steve laughed, "Don't worry, Snackman, you've got a while to play with 'little' Steve first, even if little Steve's bigger than you!" He pulled his waistband open and Josh was instantly assaulted by a wave of blasting heat and the stench of sweat, grime, sex, and man. He thought he might pass out. He started to squirm, fighting and kicking and screaming at Steve.

Steve, for his part, just got harder feeling the power he now had over his former teammate and dropped Josh into his jock. He grinned down at the little guy trying to stay as much away from his huge dick, already starting to pre, as he could and failing, "Hope you like your new roommate, Josh, he seems to like you!" He let his waistband snap back, sealing Josh in, and trapping him against the huge column of flesh. Steve couldn't help but gasp in pleasure as Josh fought to escape.

He pulled on a clean t-shirt and stuffed Josh's clothes into his bag. He grinned and groped his crotch, causing another spate of frantic struggling from the prisoner within. He was gonna be rock hard for this entire party. He headed over to the party where he was met at the door by Chris, the center halfback.

Chris looked around, "He doesn't know, does he?" Steve laughed, "Oh I don't think you'll be seeing him here." Chris relaxed with a sigh, "Great. Come on in, everyone else's here." Steve smiled and joined the party, already in full swing, the guys high on their victory and all their friends there cheering. Steve nodded, this would be fun enough to be worth putting off his fun with Josh for a while.

Meanwhile, Josh was in his own personal hell. Trapped in Steve's jock, breathing the hot, fetid air filled with terrible scents, and mashed against Steve's constantly hard dick, he could barely mokve. Every time he DID move, Steve's cock obliged with a glob of pre dripping on his head. Now, to make it worse, he could HEAR his teammates outside, talking to Steve. He fought and yelled, but the music was far too loud and all he managed was to get more slimed by Steve's dick.

By the time the party was winding down, Steve thought he was going to die of extreme blue-ball. He made his goodbyes and escaped the party at a run, making a beeline straight for his room. On his bed he couldn't fumble his pants off fast enough, dragging out his enormous erection and former slimy little teammate. Josh immediately started kicking and swearing, "What the fuck do you think you're doing? Are you some kind of fucked up queer or something?"

Steve just grunted and shoved Josh up against his dick, mashing his face into the head, "If I'm the queer, why are you making out with my dick, huh? And what's fucked up about being queer anyways, ya fucktard? Dave's gay, and HE scored a fucking hat trick today, unlike YOU, who missed all but one and has his face shoved in my piss-slit!" He grunted, trying to hold back, and failed. He gripped Josh against his dick as he came, pouring jizz all over both of them, "FUCK, fuckfuckfuckfuck!"

Josh sputtered and started swearing again. Scott wasted no time in starting to jack off, using Josh's squirming to help, squeezing his tight struggling body against his dick, still hard. His cum and sweat and pre made for more than enough lube, and Josh's struggling and the power of it all made for more than enough stimulation. He could get used to this.

Enumerable orgasms later, Steve lay back breathing heavily, chest heaving. "DAMN that was fucking awesome." His hand was still draped over his cock, pinning Josh to it. Josh had long ago stopped fighting it. He was in hell, but had almost forgotten Steve's original plan... until Steve's stomach growled loudly.

Steve chuckled and gripped Josh tightly, bringing him up to his face, "Well, it's been a fucking fantastic night, Josh. But you know, as fun as that was, my crotch is not your place. It's time to put you in your place, Josh. I'm sure you'll get along great with my gut, it's really looking forward to meeting you, can't you hear it?" His stomach gurgled again and Josh freaked, "No! NO Steve! PLEASE No! Let me go! Put me back! I'll do anything!"

Steve just grinned and licked the tiny man in his hand, "Mmm perfect, a nice evening snack of asshole, seasoned with sweat, cum, and fear." Josh pushed at Steve's tongue, only amusing the "giant" which precipitated another spat of cursing, name calling, and struggling. Steve smiled wide, his teeth showing, "Time to go, Josh, enjoy the trip! HA!"

He raised the tiny man over his head and opened wide, giving Josh a clear view straight into the darkness and down the pit of Steve's throat. Josh stared into the abyss and knew real fear. He started to flail and scream as Steve started to lower him down. Steve's tongue rolled out, a welcome mat to death. Josh splayed his legs, but Steve caught them between his lips and quickly sucked him in to his waist.

Josh was begging now, trying to brace his cum and sweat slicked hands on Steve's lips, trying to slow his descent into that terrible maw. He could feel Steve's tongue flicking across his legs... *tasting* him! Steve looked down at the tiny man sticking out of his mouth... and winked. Josh felt a terrible and irresistable suction on his lower body and his arms started to buckle. With a scream and a pop, Josh vanished into Steve's mouth.

Steve rolled Josh around in his mouth, savoring the mixing flavors. He was surprised to find that the taste was... pleasant. Or maybe it was just the power that the taste implied. Whatever it was, he was rock hard again as he shoved Josh around his mouth, poking and prodding him with his tongue and sucking on him like a large piece of candy. Josh, for his part, was desperately trying to escape Steve's mouth, but his teammate's tongue alone was hundreds of times stronger than the diminished soccer player's whole body.

Finally, after what seemed like hours to little Josh, all motion stopped. "This is it, he's going to chew me to bits. At least it will be ove..." Steve's tongue was back, pushing him, but it wasn't pushing him towards Steve's huge teeth! He was being pushed directly towards the pit of Steve's throat! Steve was going to swallow him whole and alive! He started to flail again, fighting with all his strength against the terrible tongue.

Steve chuckled and kept pushing with his tongue until he felt Josh start to slide back and down. He held out as long as he could, but finally his gag reflex kicked in and he gulped. He felt Josh's squirming body clutched in his throat, slowly sliding down. He suddenly wished he had a mirror to watch. He could feel the bulge in his throat moving down, and the movement within.

Josh was screaming. Steve's throat grabbing him in an iron, unbreakable embrace and dragged and shoved him downward. He thought he would be crushed to death, thought he would suffocate. Wished he could die... but he didn't. Suddenly he was mashed through a small opening and fell into a puddle of slime that smelled like booze and vomit. Shit... he was... he was... he was in Steve's stomach.

Steve groaned and grabbed his dick again. He could feel Josh in there, alive and fighting for his life. In fact, in the silence of his room, he thought he could hear faint cries coming from behind his abs. He started to jack, "Not enjoying your tour, Josh? Oh I'm SOO sorry! Don't like being put in your place? Well tough shit, your place is in my gut. It feels fucking hot too, loser.... UNNNGGH" He came again, covering the abs that trapped his former friend, his former teammate, his former captain... soon to be former meal.

He belched and lay back as he felt Josh's struggles slow and desist, and drifted to sleep with a huge grin. He'd have to wash his sheets tomorrow.

The End