Locking his door, Matt threw himself on his bed, and kicked off his pants and shorts. He then carefully unzipped his gym bag, and lifted out the muscle mag. It was empty.
Slowly, Matt began to search through his gym bag. He could hear a gagging and struggling sound at the far end of the bag. He lifted out a sneaker and found that Bryan had ended up entangled in Matt's jockstrap. Matt grinned, and whispered, "I see you're anxious to get started. I like that!"
"No!" screamed Bryan from inside Matt's pouch.
Gently, Matt stood and untangled Bryan. The action figure sized man lay in Matt's pouch like it was a hammock. He glanced over the side at the 20-40 foot drops. He wasn't man enough to risk that fall, even as Matt raised one foot and then the next. Bryan was suspended beneath the giant cock and balls with building sized thighs on either side of him. He closed his eyes. He had to be dreaming. He could feel himself moving upward as Matt finished putting his jockstrap on. SNAP.
Bryan found himself instinctively wrapping his arms and legs around the giant tree trunk that was Matt's dick. The elasticized fabric pressed him against the expanding hot flesh. Bryan started to cry. He could hear his magazine being opened, and suddenly felt the pressure of Matt's giant fingers through the fabric.
He realized to his horror what was happening. It only took about five minutes. Bryan was bruised, battered, sweating and exhausted. The waist band was flipped back and the jockstrap slid part way down Matt's legs. Matt's firm grip pressed Bryan brutally against the Matt's velvety cock. Worst of all, all the friction had given Bryan a hardon too. He was cumming and lubing up Matt's cock with his own. Matt repositioned Bryan with his abs on Matt's cock head just before his cum geyser exploded. Bryan felt the smooth glossy pages of his magazine on his backside. Hot molten cum washed over Bryan and pooled around him inside the magazine as Bryan sat up in bed.
Lying in warm thick cum in the darkness of the closed magazine, Bryan felt relief. It had finally stopped. Inspite of the goo and stink, he relaxed freed from those pummeling fingers, he fell asleep.
Hours must have passed. Bryan opened his eyes and found the word exercise in five inch high letters staring back at him. He could hear the rumble of thunder in the distance. It sounded like snoring. Then he remembered. He tried to move, but Matt's cum had hardened and firmly cemented him between the pages of his own muscle magazine. Bryan began to cry again. He was a helpless toy for his weird neighbor. Who knew what Matt would do to him, when he woke?