Over the past years I had the privilege and the fortune to serve so many giant masters. Their feet, their smells, their faces are here, all printed in my memory. But what I'm about to tell you is perhaps one of the most exciting and impressive stories of my entire existence. Listen carefully and, please, have pity on me.

I was a little over 23 years old and I was sharing a small apartment by the sea with two friends during summer holidays. To shelter myself from the heat and roasting sun of those days I used to spend the first hours of the afternoon at home, while my two friends were on the beach.

They were two old friends of mine. Both athletes. Their powerful bodies had always impressed me, especially when compared to my slender little slave body. They were two young men who could hardly have been called normal: a small part of their personality remained obscure, like that of many athletes, mysterious, at times terribly disturbing.

Victor and Philip – those were their names – had little more than my age. Victor was a boy who was always cheerful and lively, sweet and nice. He loved being with others and was really effusive. His athletic and muscular body hid an unusual strength for a boy of his age.

Philip on the contrary was introverted and silent, rarely smiling. He practiced kayaking and for this his legs, his arms and his chest were terribly powerful and muscular. Cause of his introversion, my relationship with Philip had always been ambiguous, almost as if he knew my secret. He had an immense ego and this probably led him to consider me an inferior being, while he was often in competition with Victor.

Our vacation was proceeding for the best. I spent most of the day watching their magnificent bodies and their beautiful feet. Their slippers were my daily drug. I used the moments of afternoon solitude to smell those marvelous flip-flops and to give vent to my slave spirit that for the rest of the day had to remain hidden. In fact, my profession was not known. They were my friends - or so I thought - and I couldn't tell them what I usually did during the rest of the year at the feet of the giant masters. I had a lot of fun but I had to be careful. A mistake would have cost me a lot.

One day I woke up more excited than usual. I had been lucky enough to remember a trip made with Victor and Philip during the last spring. On that occasion the two guys had found an unlucky lizard on their path. Unaware of my gaze, the poor creature had been tortured before being cruelly crushed by Philip. The scene was impressive. And it showed the complicity between them that in some hours time would have become my disgrace.

Still excited by that memory I made a terrible mistake – was it really a mistake? Instead of the sunscreen, I spread all over my body the “shrinking cream” I usually used to work. I would have been shrunk for at least 12 hours. An eternity.

I had to do something. Hide myself. Or ... I stopped to think. Why not have some fun?

I could not even realize what had happened that I felt the floor tremble. It was Victor coming back from the beach.

"Oh God help me!". I was terrified. My heart was in my throat. My guts were shaking. In just thirty seconds I found Victor's huge feet facing me. I had never seen them so closely. They were impressive. I used to find myself in that kind of situation, but not with Victor. I had in front of me the feet that for so long I had observed and desired. My cock inside my costume was already swollen. I looked up. I could admire the long and muscular legs of Victor. His member inside his tight little costume. His mighty chest and his bearded chin. He looked like a god.

I was admiring in ecstasy that divine perfection when suddenly the enormous face of Victor turned downwards and his eyes rested on me. Intrigued, he bent to his knees to look at me more closely. "Little Dan, are you really?" he said in amazement.

The shadow of his body completely covered me. I fell backwards, overwhelmed by so much power and majesty. I opened my mouth but I could say nothing. I raised my arms to the sky towards him in terror. "Please Victor, please ...". I was panting. His huge finger approached my little wormy body. He touched me. I could feel the full power of his immense hand.

"I didn't think you were a little slave too," he said amused. In his eyes you could have seen interest and curiosity for my new state. He was a chemist after all. He loved to play with matter.

I felt relieved. The fact that it wasn't a problem for him was heartening me. But I was still terribly scared. I repeat, it was not a new situation for me. But I knew Victor, and for that I was afraid.

"Well well... so I have to deduce that you also love my feet..." Victor said smiling, "and my giant body ... and my hands ... you adore me!". I was red with shame. "Excellent, since it’s you I want to try to do an experiment that I have been waiting for a long time". That said, he picked me up from the ground with extreme caution and put me on the table. I was petrified. From the table his muscular chest looked like the wall of a mountain. He quickly took some tools and sat down. "Don't get offended, do you?" he told me. And without even waiting for my answer with his huge fingers he pushed me back and glued me to the table with my belly up with a small piece of scotch. My arms and chest were trapped, while my head, my legs and my cock remained free.

He looked like a doctor in the operating room. He no longer even remembered that we were friends. His love for science was too strong. Gently he took off my costume. My cock was already throbbing in the air. "Fuck! You are already horny! " he said, laughing. It was humiliating. "I didn't think little Dan was so horny just looking at me”.

Then with a small brush he began to examine my cock, moving it up and down. Then he took a stick and began tapping it on my chest. I looked like a bug ready to be dissected.

Then he picked up his iphone and started taking pictures of me up close. "When will it happen again?" he said laughing. Then he stopped. He was thinking. He always did that when he thought. "Wait, though I can't open your belly...". A shiver ran down my spine. "Afterwards I can no longer see what happens if...". I was desperate. I realized that in his mind I was now just a tiny slave and he did not contemplate the possibility that I could survive.

He pulled me off the table and, me naked, put me on the up sole of his slipper. "Come on, cum!" It was an order. He wanted me to cum right now. Was it possible he used to be so pretentious with the tiny slaves he usually used? Why using me?

"Are you deaf?" he said smiling. It wasn't cruel. Victor could not be. But he used his superiority to impose his will. I tried to do my best. I was excited but I wasn't ready yet. Meanwhile Philip had come into the house. I saw his huge shadow approaching from afar. I was mathematically fucked up.

"Hey Victor, what's up?" said Philip with his deep and disarming voice. Philip was also in costume. It was really beautiful. Even more perfect than Victor. His legs even more powerful. His body even more muscular. His feet even bigger and heavier.

"We have a new little friend" Victor said, smiling. Philip looked at Victor's slipper. His gaze rested on me. I thought I was dying. He remained petrified. I could see Philip's amazement and cruelty in his enormous eyes. Slowly, a terrible grin grew on his mouth.

"I knew it" he said in a low voice. "What?" Victor said. "Nothing ... I said that little Dan is a fucking tiny slave ... what a surprise!" replied Philip. He was a liar. I was finished instead.

"Good" said Victor satisfied, "while little Dan does his homework, I see if I find something to use as a solvent". And he left the room.

Philip was now the undisputed master of my life. I think he always waited for that moment. And me too.

Still grinning, he put his giant foot firmly and rudely on Victor's slipper. I jumped in the air. It was his way to play. A tremendous and violent erotic game, as was Philip. He said nothing. He just looked at me. His gaze was more eloquent than a thousand words and made the game even more frightening. "Oh Dan" he said with his deep voice "now that there is no Victor you can have some fun". He thought he was magnanimous. And, unlike Victor, he couldn't control his strength.

I was 5 inches tall. Nothing compared to him. His huge big toe was near me. "Do you want to lick it?" he said to me seriously. "No ... I don't ...". I did not know what to say. I was embarrassed. I felt a tremendous weight on my belly. It wedged inward as if my brain was already feeling the weight of Philip's foot on my body. I thought I was suffocating.

"I thought you were less passive" said Philip. He turned on the other side. I could now see his ass. It was perfect inside his tight costume. He didn't even know what to do, he had never had a tiny slave as a friend. He turned towards me. I could see his feet rotating on the floor. They looked like a machine for shredding iron.

"Since you're so horny we can have some fun then I'll see if I can crush your guts out of your ass, so we’ll make Victor happy that he can analyze them carefully" said Philip laughing. He was a monster. My cock liked that treatment - it was inevitable - and it was throbbing desperately in the air. "No, don't you dare to cum without my permission, I must be the one to crush the sperm out of that insignificant cock," Philip said with a serious expression.

He bent down and picked me up. Unlike Victor, his huge fingers held my pelvis too tightly. He approached me to his face. It was huge. Magnificent. Impressive. His dark eyes examined me carefully. I had never seen his full lips and mustache so closely.

Satisfied with the inspection, he sat on the sofa. He placed me on the small table with my belly up and - this time gently - put his left heel on me. If he had let go of his leg I would have been crushed to death instantly. Instead, he controlled the weight of his foot (it was still an impressive weight!). My little body was used to such tensions but Philip was another thing.

I began not to hold the weight of the foot anymore. Meanwhile my little cock throbbed and flapped helplessly against Philip's hot heel. The stench of the foot was remarkable, despite he had kept it barefoot all day. Philip smiled. He was intrigued by what might have happened.

In the end, I couldn't resist anymore. I cummed. The feeling was magnificent. I had never enjoyed it so much in my whole life. Philip laughed. He laughed because his ego was satisfied with that humiliation. I was completely subjugated. He was the undisputed ruler of the game.

He took his foot off. I started breathing again. "Listen to me, now I will give you an opportunity that other tiny slaves like you have only dreamed of" Philip told me, "lick my foot. Massage it. Smell it. Do what you want. I’ll be watching you. If I am satisfied I will reward you, otherwise ...".

Philip had always scared me. His foot was one of my hidden desires. I immediately started working. I spent the most intense 15 minutes of my existence until then. I played. I climbed. I rubbed my body on the sole. I licked. I sniffed. Philip was observing my work curiously. He was certainly not intrigued by what I was doing ... after all he was used to have tiny slaves at his feet. No. He was intrigued by the fact that the tiny slave that day was me.

Victor finally came back. "What are you doing?" he said to Philip. He was indignant. How could Philip have used Dan without waiting for him? "You are incorrect Philip" said Victor, who rarely dared to give up against Philip.

"What's wrong?" replied Philip, still amused by the humiliation inflicted. Victor approached the small table. Philip removed his feet. Victor grabbed me and badly slammed me into one of his sneakers he had picked up at the entrance. I ended up in the sneaker. It was damp and smelly, soft and dark.

"What the fuck are you doing Victor?" said Philip, evidently caught off guard.

"I want to have fun with Dan" Victor said.

"But don't be an asshole! Give me here” said Philip trying to take Victor's sneaker out of his hand.

I was in a panic. Two giants were fighting. I was in the middle and, despite being the prey, I risked being crushed forever.

"Okay okay" Victor said, stopping Philip. "Let's make an agreement: let's torture him together".

The blood froze in my veins. I didn't even hear Philip's answer. Victor's huge hand slipped into the sneaker trying to catch me. I tried in vain to escape towards the tip of the sneaker. Victor's huge fingers tried to catch me. Finally he managed to take my ankle and pulled me out of the sneaker. Victor placed me gently on the edge of the sneaker. He was so precise in his movements that he seemed to be treating a small lizard. Philip watched in silence.

Victor put me on my stomach on the edge of the sneaker. My head and part of my chest were turned towards the inside of the shoe, towards the darkness and the stench. My legs outward. If I had moved I would have fallen into the sneaker, or worse, out of it, falling to the ground for several centimeters.

Victor and Philip laughed. It was all so ridiculous. Then Victor put the sneaker on the table and began to let an awl penetrate my ass. I screamed. For the fear I fell into the sneaker. "Fuck!" said Victor, who after collecting me again tried the same maneuver several times but with poor results. Philip became impatient. "You can't do this, shit" he told Victor and badly tore the awl from his hands. "No! It's an experiment” Victor shouted.

It was Philip's turn. He grabbed me badly and sat in a chair away from Victor. They looked like two children stealing a toy from each other. Sitting down he put me on the ground and then put his huge foot on me. He crushed me. Then he released the pressure. Crushed again. Released the pressure again. And again, and again. It was another erotic game. What impressed me was that Philip's face was serious and focused. I cummed again.

Victor was furious. "Enough!" he said and took me from under Philip's foot. "Now I'll take care of it" Victor said and pulled his fag-trap out of a drawer. It was my nightmare. The fag-trap is an infernal machine invented by Victor. He used it as a pastime for his tiny slaves when he wasn't at home. The principle is simple: the slave is trapped in the machine. His belly is crushed by a thin iron bar soaked in the smell of Victor's feet. At the end of the machine there is a used sock, generally a Victor’s one. The more the slave tries to get close to it to smell it, the more the bar presses on his little body. Several slaves had lost their lives in that trap. Victor was not bad after all. He let the machine crush his tiny slaves. I was terrified.

Victor put me in the trap. The iron bar was hot and smelly. I don't know how long I would have resisted. Instead of Victor's sock, Philip took one of his used socks. The smell was nauseating. "We will see who loves the most" said Philip satisfied "If in three hours his belly will be smashed by the bar it will mean that he just wanted to smell the scent of my feet, otherwise it will mean that he prefers your own". I cummed again hearing those words. The two laughed. They were friends again, accomplices. They always had been.

They left. And for three hours. I repeat, three hours!, they let me alone in that trap. Philip foot smell was irresistible. The bar pressed my belly slowly. I cummed one, two, three times… It was like being in heaven. A cruel one.

I couldn’t stop. I knew I had to stop to save my life but I couldn’t resist to Philip’s sock’s smell. It was a tremendous afternoon. I was sweating. I was exhausted. When they finally came back I was still alive. They laugh at me. And then, after removing me from the trap, Philip managed to take me for the rest of the day, trapping me under his heel while he was reading a book. The immense pressure caused my exhausted puny cock to explode four times again. Philip laughed every time he listened me moaning. With his enormous finger, without removing the immense heel from my belly, he used to touch my head and stomach, just to know if I was still alive.

“Oh god please help me!” I cried. My guts were practically destroyed. In my life I’ve never experienced something like that before. The cash masters I used to serve were merciful, more than those to friends of mine.

Philip was satisfied and went to have a shower. Victor took me. My prostate couldn’t move anymore. Victor understood I was exhausted.

“Ok little Dan, for today we finished” he said looking at my tired body “but now I’m going to anoint you again… tomorrow we will go on”.

My slavery with those two titans went on for other 10 days. Ten days of sufferance, excitement, sexual humiliation and crushing. I cummed nearly ten times a day. They were always laughing at me.

At the end of the week they decided to let me free. I’ve never seen them since that day. But I still remember their punishment. Philip is still in my nightmares but also in my dreams. Because at the end for us tiny fags the problem is not surviving.

It’s having the privilege of cum at one master’s feet without being crushed to death.