blairmac2

My name is Symon and you might remember my previous entry where I talked about working on Spider-Man Far From Home, in particular being Tom Holland's assistant throughout the shoots in 2018. More relevant to this next entry is what happened while serving Tom and the various, gross and degrading punishments he inflicted upon me once he discovered that I wasn't a huge fan of his portrayal of Spider-Man. After that first day he enjoyed making my life a living hell and continued to punish me throughout the whole shoot using various means. As mentioned before, the pay was simply too good to quit and I needed it so I endured the torment for fifteen long days when shooting finally wrapped. I thought that that would be the last time I would ever have to work under Tom, however fate didn't quite allow that. This next chapter starts in late October 2020. I had since moved to New York in pursuit of schooling and I was in my final year of college and was struggling financially with all the fees and living costs. I'd take various odd jobs on film sets here and there but they mostly only paid out just enough for me to get by. And then by some cruel irony I received an email from Tom himself. The email detailed that the shooting for Spider-Man: No Way Home was to begin in a week's time and Tom would love for me to return as his assistant for this project. The whole thing came off very taunty and it was clear that Tom wrote it just to get under my skin and remind me of all the embarrassment I received at his hands, were I in a better position financially I likely would've just ignored it, but the pay for being his assistant for this shoot was far higher than I was making anywhere else and was going to provide stability for a couple of weeks unlike the other opportunities I had coming my way. The only con being I knew exactly what I'd be in store for if I agreed to doing this. I had to sleep on the offer, on one hand I wasn't sure I'd be able to withstand another period of being utterly emasculated by Tom but on the other I once again really needed the money, it was an all too familiar territory that I had been in last time, and unfortunately I didn't have much of a choice to deny it. So, I sent him a reply saying that I'd be available and asked to be sent all the details sealing my fate indefinitely. The response was quite swift and in the way Tom worded it it was clear that he was looking forward to having me at his mercy once again. I received all the information I needed for the upcoming shoot and in no time the day had arrived and shooting had begun for the new film, my early encounters with Tom were brief as he was very busy on this first day, but he was always pretty secretive as to what he'd do to me in his trailer during filming, though he did give me occasional nudges just to keep me uneasy.  As the day wound down I headed to Tom's trailer. The day was very long, a near seventeen hour shoot, so I had to get myself prepared for what I knew was coming my way and get the equipment ready to start drying and airing out the Spider-Man costume for tomorrow. Just as I finished setting up Tom finally walked in. "Oh man! I worked up a sweat today" he said with a chuckle as he walked past me into the changing room, holding up his left arm, ensuring that I got a whiff of his armpit, it was clear that any deodorant he had on was completely worn out as the stench was quite unpleasant. "Sy, you can go sit on the couch, I'll be out in a moment" he said to me, and I obeyed, doing as he says tends to help in terms of the severity of the things he makes me do, not always, but it's safer then disobeying, I learned that from last time. Tom let out an audible sigh of relief, clearly happy to be out of the suffocating suit and soon he exited the change room wearing only black shorts, and grey socks that had turned dark grey from all the sweat, clearly just the same socks from the hours long shoot. He also carried with him his thong from the Spider-Man suit, "you'll have to forgive me, I'm going commando right now" he said with a chuckle as he tossed the thong at me, just narrowly missing my face, the odor emitting from it was strong as I got a nose full just from it zipping by my head. "Alright, how about we start with you sticking your nose right up to that thong there" he said as he sat on the couch and sprawled his legs onto my lap. "Yes sir, Mr. Holland" I said as I grabbed his still warm, and moist thong from beside me. He laughed at me as he could clearly see my disgust from just touching it.  "Go ahead! Tell me how my balls and ass smell today!" He said, teasing me as I was clearly hesitant. I could feel my nose scrunching up as I held the thong up to my face, the light blue fabric darkened but still light enough to reveal some details I could've done with seeing, such as a couple of Tom's pubes and a few minor skid marks no doubt from the thong being wedged up Tom's ass all day. After much stalling I finally mustered up the courage to stick my face right into the soddened fabric and almost immediately wretched as i felt my nose get a little wet much to Tom's pleasure.  "Awww yuck, how's those testes smell, they've been sweating all day for you" Tom said while laughing at me and tugging at his nuts while I looked at him. "They sure smell like sweaty balls, sir" I said, already defeated, "I can't imagine, now give the ass part a little sniff" Tom instructed and I dragged my nose from where his balls were sitting to the part that was up his ass, the scent was rancid and almost brought me to tears but I held out and kept sniffing. "Haha, you're giving brown nosing a whole new meaning, Sy" he said with a chuckle as he watched me inhale his ass fumes from an action packed shoot day. Finally after about a minute of smelling butt fabric he told me I could stop and I did so immediately tossing the thong to the ground and trying to breath in some fresh air. But Tom didn't give me very much time to recoup. "Ah look? You got a pube on your nose" Tom said with a laugh as he wiped it off for me before quickly diverting his hand down to my crotch in one swift movement and smacking my balls. The strike was so sudden and I immediately fell forward from my seated permission, my face landing directly in Tom's crotch which now that I was up close and personal with it I could confirm that he was indeed going commando, I held my nuts in pain and unwillingly began rubbing my face again Tom's bulge and balls as I writhed in pain, the shorts did little for concealment as I was greeted with the musky stench again. While I struggled in pain Tom laughed at me and took this opportunity to lightly thrust his member into my face. Once some of the pain had subsided I tried to pull my face away from his crotch but Tom held my head up to it and began properly humping it like a dog, all I could do was allow this to play out. Tom's flaccid member struck my face multiple times and I felt his balls glide across my mouth a number of times, though the shorts didn't offer much in terms of concealment of odor I was thankful for them saving me from having Tom's sweaty junk smear my face. "Hahaha, dickface!" Tom called me, adding insult to injury just as he was finishing his last couple humps, the last three being particularly deep and slow. Once he finished he let go of my face and I fell to the ground from the couch. And began wiping my face with my shirt. "Now, I've been on my feet all day, they could use some love, fancy giving me a foot massage mate?" Tom said he extended his feet down to me from the couch and placed them in my lap like before. "Yes sir, Mr. Holland" I said through gritted teeth as I began to handle his sweaty socks. They were the dampest they'd ever been and I knew after I finished this my hands were going to reek like his feet. I began rubbing them tenderly and Tom was enjoying the service. He began to wiggle his toes around which just made the odor of them more prominent. "A little more in between my toes," Tom said as he put his arm back behind his head and relaxed. I did as I was told and began digging in between his toes, they were definitely the wettest part of the sock and it felt really gross sticking my fingers in there.  "That's better, now you can take off my socks." Tom said and I went to begin removing them with my hands before Tom stopped me "Nah, that's too easy for you, use your mouth" Tom said with a laugh, I groaned before I began trying to peel his socks off with my teeth, I stupidly started at his toes but instantly regretted that because as soon as I latched on to the sock Tom wiggled his toes directly in front of my nose sending that putrid stench right through my system and causing me to immediately give up that idea and get to work from the ankles which went much better and I got both the socks off pretty fast. "Alright, now lay down on your back" Tom ordered, and I did as told. I was unsure as to what he was doing but it quickly became obvious as he began wiping his feet all over my face, essentially using my face as a welcome mat. "How's my feet smell, mate?" Tom asked with a cocky laugh and as I looked up at him he flipped me off. "Great…" I responded while clearly disgusted. "Huh? You don't sound convinced, how about you give them a nice taste test as well, open your mouth" Tom instructed and I could do nothing but follow his orders and open my mouth. He quickly inserted his right foot into it and began to rub his slimy toes on my tongue, almost forcing me to gag in response. I can't remember, but I was probably squirming with discomfort as he joyfully assaulted my mouth with his sweaty feet. "Awwwww, that can't taste very good!" Tom said while taunting me and finishing up his foot bath in my mouth.  After he pulled his feet out I gagged a little and Tom laughed at me again. "Alright, final thing before you go, remember how I teabagged you the last time?" Tom asked me. "Yes…?" I asked sheepishly, not sure where he was going with this. "Well last time, I didn't quite do it right, see? I was supposed to plop my balls right into your mouth, so I think it's about time for a redo" Tom says as he instructed me to remain on my back. Tom then stood over my face, my head directly between his two legs. "Oh! And no closing your eyes, for this, you gotta watch all of it" Tom said with a snicker as he took his shorts off and forced me to stare up at his ass and balls. I wanted to close my eyes so bad as he began lowering his crotch down to my face, and I was getting an uncomfortably close look at Tom's ballsack.  He stopped crouching about three inches from my face and took this time to make his balls dangle right over my nose and allowed me to inspect his slightly hairy sack, and it turned out I was lying about the shorts not hiding any of the stench because they reeked and I know for a fact I squirmed as I was being forced to reluctantly inhale their fumes. "Alright now, open up your mouth" Tom ordered and as I shamefully did so, he repositioned himself above me so now his ass was directly above my nose. "Ready to get a taste of these, mate?" Tom asked. And before I could answer he lowered his crotch the rest of the way and rested his nutsack in my mouth, I was immediately hit by the foul taste, and to make matters worse my nose was now wedged between Tom's ass cheeks. Tom wiggled about and made his balls bounce a bit in my mouth on my tongue and also forced my nose deeper into his sweaty ass.  "Suck on my hairy balls, mate!" Tom said with a laugh as he dunked them in and out of my mouth, and wanting to get this over with as soon as possible I began actively sucking his balls, much to his delight. "Haha! I own you, bitch" he said as he let a fart out on my trapped nose, which sent me into a frenzy trying to get out from under him. He got up though and let me grasp onto some fresh air before he put his barefoot on my chest and began victory posing on me. It was evident that I was nothing but his slave now.