By Shadow

Working as a bell boy at a prestigious inner city hotel had its ups and downs. Downs because really it was a pretty crappy job. Ups because the tips were fantastic and every so often you got an opportunity to earn some extra cash.

Like tonight.

I was very picky about the invitations that I accepted. There was no way in the world I was going to rendezvous with some loser. They had to be physically appealing to me and they had to be able to pay. I know that some people might call me a whore for what I did but I don't see it that way. I happen to be graced with good looks and a good body. Keeping that body in shape doesn't come easy.

If I happen to be able to take advantage of my looks and earn some cash to pay for the gym fees and whatever else I want to buy, then why shouldn't I?

I had taken this guys bags up to his room. As usual, as a mark of respect, I walked behind him. Of course that also let me check out his rock hard bubble butt through his suit pants, but that was a fringe benefit. He was certainly what I classed as my 'type'. He was tall, a little over six feet, dark hair, bronzed skin, strong jaw and features. His suit didn't conceal his gym toned body at all - he filled it out exceptionally well.

The suit itself spoke money - lots of money. He wore it like he was born to it.

He opened the door to his room and held it open for me as I carried his bags in. I placed them on the bed and turned to leave. He was still standing by the door. Actually, he was leaning back against the door, arms crossed. He was definitely checking me out.

Normally these guys don't phase me, I'm usually the one in control but there was something about this one. He was extremely confident in himself. It almost bordered on arrogance. Almost, but not quite. It was incredibly sexy.

He pushed himself away from the door and stepped closer to me. He took my hand and slapped a hundred dollar bill in it, "Come back when you knock off and there'll be more where that came from."

He stepped past me and walked over to his bags. I took the hint. I was dismissed. Pocketing the tip I opened the door and stepped outside.

There was absolutely no doubt that I would be back.

*****

I knocked on his door just after 8pm. I had taken the time to take a quick shower and put on another shirt but I was still in my uniform - a lot of these guys seemed to like the uniform.I had also sneaked a peek at the guest register and found out that his name was Jeff.

I heard him approach the door and he opened it. He was still wearing his suit but his tie was undone. He indicated I should enter. I walked past him and into the main room. The sliding doors to the bedroom area had been pulled shut.

"Take a seat, I'll be back in a couple of minutes. Help yourself to a drink," he moved into the bedroom area, closing the door behind him. I could hear him moving around in there as I grabbed a scotch and ice.

Sitting on the sofa I waited for him to come back out. When he did I was hard pressed to keep my mouth shut, it kept wanting to drop open.

He was wearing a pair of black leather pants that were so tight they looked like they had been spray painted on and a black T-shirt. Shiny black boots and a very serious expression on his face completed the ensemble.

I nearly dropped my drink at the sight of him.

Without missing a beat, he walked straight over to me, took the drink from my hand, placing it on the table. As he stood back up his bulging groin was directly in front of my face. Taking the hint, I leaned forward. With the very tip of my tongue I very gently licked his basket.

I felt his hand grip the top of my head as he roughly pushed me back away from him. I started to make a smart retort but the look on his face stopped me cold. There was something about the way he was looking at me that sent chills running down my spine.

I did a double take. His eyes had suddenly changed colour. They had been a brown the colour of a freshly plowed field but the colour had seemed to drain away to be replaced by a vibrant and piercing purple. Sure that I had it wrong, that something was reflecting in them, I was about to dismiss it when they flared suddenly.

His eyes exploded with a flash of brilliant purple light. I let out a gasp of shock even as I recoiled away from him, shielding my face.

When I took my hands away and looked to see what had happened I nearly fainted. In an instant he had become a giant of gargantuan proportions. I was sitting in the middle of the cushion looking up at this leather clad giant. He was staring back at me, the purple gone from his eyes to be replaced once more by that golden brown colour.

I couldn't move, I was frozen to the spot in fear. I scuttled backwards as he reached out one enormous hand and started to bend over to pick me up. He caught me with ease, his fingers wrapping around my three inch tall frame and enfolding me inside his fist.

My entire body was within his hot hand with only my head sticking out the top. With awesome speed I was elevated to his face level where he opened his hand leaving me sprawling in his open palm.

In desperate fear I grabbed hold of the base of his thumb to stop myself falling from such an incredible height. I had never been good with heights. A lot of the other staff at the hotel would often go up onto the roof to take a break or a smoke but I rarely joined them. I was afraid of standing too close to the edge when the wind was blowing.

This was like that but a hundred times worse.

His thumb was like a tree trunk in its girth. I realised that I wouldn't be much bigger than it and the fear that accompanied the realisation made be hug it even tighter.

There was a low rumble that I realised was a chuckle from the giant, "don't worry, little man. I won’t let you fall. I have much more interesting plans for you than that." Again that low rumble of a laugh.

His voice, despite its volume, was soothing. It had a rich and vibrant feel to it. I wondered if he was a professional singer. It certainly seemed to have a great depth to it but I wasn't sure if that was just because of his size.

I felt his hand curl back up around me, holding me firmly but not too tight. "Is that better?"

I gave a frightened nod. It was better. I felt a lot safer wrapped in his hand than exposed like I was. Reluctantly I let go of his thumb.

I could feel his eyes on me so, plucking up all the courage I could, I did my best to return the favour. I took in his face. It was like I was at one of those cinemax theatres where the screen is the height of a four storey building.

His features were no less appealing at this size than they had been before. In fact he was probably even better looking at this size. He had a slight five o'clock stubble across his chiselled jaw and his eyes were intense. His dark hair looked soft as silk, even if it was a jungle I could almost lose myself in.

Despite my intention, I couldn't match the stare of those eyes. How could I, they were over two feet high each! I felt small and insignificant in his hand under those eyes.

At the same time I was getting a growing feeling of security. The way Jeff was looking at me and holding me made me feel like there was no safer place in the world than in his hand. Considering the size I now was, that was probably true.

"I hope you didn’t have any other plans for the night because you won't be able to meet them." He started moving, his hand cupping up slightly around me to make sure I didn't fall off. He was sitting down on the sofa that I had just vacated. "Looks like you didn't get a chance to finish your drink, sorry."

As he spoke Jeff was lowering his hand. It came to a stop and I saw it was resting on the table next to my scotch. He gestured with his eyes towards the drink at the same time that he tilted his hand slightly to indicate I should climb off.

Despite the fear I had been experiencing only a minute or two ago about being so small I realised that now I didn't actually want to get off his hand. I felt strangely safe there. I didn't seem to have much of a choice though as his hand tilted up more and I started to slide out of it.

I found myself standing on the huge polished surface of the coffee table next to my glass. It was almost as tall as I was, the slowly melting blocks of ice inside it looked like I would be able to build an igloo out of. It was maybe two feet deep in scotch. I could see the marks my lips had left on the rim of the glass. I can’t describe how it felt to see such a tangible link to my normal size. It was downright spooky.

I looked around at a noise from Jeff. He was moving past the coffee table and headed towards the bedroom. I couldn't believe how big he was. The table was about knee height to him which meant the bulk of him was looming over me. I watched as he headed into the bedroom and from there into the ensuite.

Feeling a sudden need for a stiff drink I turned back to my glass. There was no way for it except for me to haul myself up and into the glass. I had planned to perch on one of the ice cubes but it slid out from under me and I splashed into the booze. Never one to look a gift horse in the mouth I shrugged and took a drink. My clothes were soaked in it and I imagined I would smell like a cheap drunk by the time I was finished.

The giant returned a moment later and smiled to see me sitting in two feet of scotch, "looks good, I think I'll join you."

For a moment I thought he meant he was going to join me in the glass, shrink himself down, but I realised his intention when he leaned over and wrapped his hand around the glass. Ice cubes slid around me as the glass lurched.

His face rapidly approached, his lips parted as though he were about to kiss someone. The ice slid around me as the glass tilted. My eyes were locked onto his thick, pink lips as they raced closer, parting a little more to show a hint of white teeth against the darkness within. His lips touched the glass and it tilted up more as he started to take a sip. The ice, and me with it, slid straight towards his mouth.

I screamed as I scrambled backwards but the glass was too slick. My left leg slid into his mouth before I managed to brace my right leg against his top lip to halt my progress. I felt his lip descend until my leg was pinned between his lips. The glass tilted back slightly so that the scotch and ice went back to the bottom, but he had a firm grip on my leg that held me in place. Scotch slid past me into his mouth as he drank the glass dry.

I thought that he was going to eat me as I felt a suction start on my leg. A moment later I knew that was what he intended as I felt his front teeth come down lightly on my leg. His lips parted in a huge smile as I felt the suction of his mouth increase. He moved his top lip suddenly and my leg fell away from it. There was nothing to stop him sucking me in now and he took advantage of it. I slid into his mouth with a quick slurp.

He stopped sucking when I was inside his mouth up to my arm pits then his lips closed back down onto my chest. My arms were still outside and I hammered against his top lip in a futile bid to get free. I was looking straight up into the dual cavities of his nostrils, their hot wind passing over my body.

He slowly started to increase the suction within his mouth but his lips held me firmly in place. His tongue started to probe my body, coming up between my legs so that the tip of his tongue was grinding into my groin.

Despite my terror, the feeling was intensely erotic and I was hard within seconds. It was hot and wet on my lower body and the expert manipulations of my cock and balls by his tongue were sending waves of pleasure throughout my body.

I came within minutes of the probing and sucking. He must have tasted my cum on his tongue because I could feel him smile around me and the probing stopped. Sure that now he was going to eat me, I braced myself.

To no avail. His lips released their hold on me as the suction renewed. With a loud slurp I was sucked inside his mouth.

It was dark with his mouth closed as I lay on his tongue. He pressed upwards with his tongue, pinning me to the roof of his mouth as the suction reached a new height. I couldn't breath as he sucked on me, his tongue undulating below me whilst still holding me firm.

He must have started to tilt his head backwards from the feeling of it. This had to be it, he was opening up his throat so I would slide down easier. The suction increased yet again but still I was held firm.

Then suddenly it was over.

I blinked in the sudden light as I was spit out of his mouth and into the palm of his hand. I was coated with his saliva and gasping for breath. My heart was racing at an incredible pace. When I had recovered sufficiently to look up at him, he was smiling mischievously at me, "Did you really think I'd eat you?"

When I nodded, he smiled again, this time a warm and comforting one, "Don't worry, as long as you're with me, nothing can ever hurt you. Didn't I say I had more interesting plans for you? I have no intention of hurting or killing you. You'll be back at your normal size in time for your next shift, don't worry about that."

I was still in shock at almost being swallowed but the sound of his voice and the protective way he cupped his hand around me penetrated my angst and convinced me he was telling the truth.

"I want to try something," he whispered to me. He sat down on the sofa, setting me down in the middle of the coffee table. He bent his left leg and set his booted foot against the edge of the coffee table, leaning forward to undo the laces of his black boots.

He loosened the laces all the way down. I was starting to get an idea of what he intended and I wasn't too sure how I felt about it. I mean I had always had a thing for feet and boots, but this!

Without asking my permission he leaned forward and wrapped his fingers around me. My stomach lurched as he lifted me up to his face a bit too quickly. My heart soared as his warm, thick lips pressed against my face in a kissing motion before he lowered me back down towards his boot.

As I suspected, he slipped me beneath his laces. He must have given it some pre-thought because these laces weren't the standard round ones. They were the flat type. The round ones would have put too much pressure on me and probably cut me apart. As he re-tightened the laces, they pulled down with firm pressure, almost like wide, thick bandages.

They crossed me in several places, holding me firmly in place. As he removed his hands after redoing the knot, he stood up and I found myself staring straight up his leather clad leg. It was an awesome sight. He towered above me like a human skyscraper, his firmly muscled leg snugly wrapped in leather. His basket, which I had licked not all that long ago, was a huge bulge far above me and far above that, above his wide chest, was his handsome face staring down at me with a very pleased expression on his face.

He took a couple of experimental steps. At first I thought I would throw up immediately but after a few more steps I realised that I could bare the motion. Really it was no worse than any number of theme park rides I had been on.

After checking that I was ok, both that I wasn't going to throw up and that the laces were secure enough to hold me without hurting, he stood back up, "feel like a bit of an adventure?"

I felt like laughing at the question. Did he think that everything that had already happened wasn't an adventure? Did he think I really had any choice in the matter?

Seeing that I wasn't objecting, he headed towards the door. I was shocked. What if someone saw me? We made it to the lift without meeting anyone. He took it to the basement car park and climbed into his rental car. It was weird being on his foot, or perhaps weirder was the better choice of words.

He drove for about fifteen minutes before turning the ignition off. After checking that I was still ok and still secure, he climbed out of the car.

With a shock, I realised we were on a street somewhere. As I gathered my senses I saw other giants walking down the sidewalk. The sound of loud music was close.

I couldn’t concentrate on where he was going while he was walking but when he finally stopped I realised he was facing someone else. I focused my eyes on this new behemoth and with a groan I saw that we could only be at a nightclub. This guy was definitely a bouncer.

Jeff must have been a regular because he was chatting with the mountain. The bouncer looked down, directly at me, sending me a slightly amused glance. Apparently my Jeff really was a regular, not just to the club but also with shrinking guys like this.

My musings about which other bellboy’s had been given this treatment was interrupted as he started moving again.

The loud music instantly became an avalanche of sound as he stepped into the club. There looked like being little chance of anyone spotting me – like so many other nightclubs this one was dimly lit other than by rapidly flashing lights and neon signs.

Of course the real danger was from the crowd. As my Jeff started moving deeper into the nightclub he had to push his way through the crowd and there was a very real danger that someone might step on his foot and, ergo, me.

My fear levels were starting to peak again as he reached the bar. At least here there wasn’t as much chance of being stepped on.

We were only there for a minute or two before he started moving again. A door opened in front of us and he stepped through.

We were in an office of some sort and someone else had followed us through the door. I looked up at the person to see that he was staring down at me. He held my gaze for a few moments before stepping past us into the room.

I got a good look at him as he went past. From what I could tell, he was about the same size as my Jeff. He was also in leather pants and black boots but he wore a white t-shirt.

My Jeff started moving further into the room. He stopped in the middle of the room and the other man (I thought of him as ‘Whitey’) came closer.

I cringed as Whitey kneeled in front of us. He was a little bit older than my Jeff but still ruggedly handsome.

What came next tested the boundaries of my open-mindedness. Whitey leaned down until his face was just above me and then stuck out his pink, wet tongue which was bigger than I was.

He started licking Jeff’s boots which, since I was strapped to them, included slobbering all over me too.

I may as well not have been there for all the attention I got. To this giant I was just another part of Jeff’s boots, no more, no less.

I watched in awe as he moved from the boots to Jeff’s leather-clad legs. Licking, rubbing and groping, Whitey slowly moved his way up towards Jeff’s package. His hands ran across it, gently caressing the meat inside.

Jeff stepped back from Whitey, “hang on a sec, this is supposed to be threesome,” he murmured. Crouching down, Jeff loosened the laces and pulled me free. Whitey had grabbed some thin leather cord which he tied individually around my wrists while Jeff held me. When he was finished, I had a long length of cord hanging from each wrist.

I found out what they were for moments later as Jeff tied one length to a belt loop and then the other cord to another loop. When he let me go, I was left hanging, my arms outstretched above me. I realised I was hanging directly in front of Jeff’s huge package. I could feel the heat radiating from behind me and the leather was still slightly sticky from Whitey’s brief lick.

Thinking of Whitey, I looked up just in time to see him kneel again, his face directly level with me. His tongue slipped out from between his lips and before I could even think of reacting he was covering me and Jeff’s leather-clad package in saliva.

Whitey was licking and slurping all around the front of Jeff now, his hands caressing, and probing. All the attention was definitely getting a reaction.

From behind me I could feel pressure mounting as Jeff became aroused.

Whitey stood up and leaned in close. I screamed as another leather-clad groin hurtled towards me. I was trapped between the two hot groins as the two giants kissed above me and groped each other. The pressure on me was intense but so far I hadn’t been crushed.

The two massive bodies were constantly on the move, pushing and grinding their hips together, crushing me between them. And with their cocks getting harder within their pants, the pressure was getting worse.

They pulled apart suddenly and I took the moment to catch my breath. The moment didn’t last long. Whitey’s hand snaked in, cupping Jeff’s balls and giving them a squeeze. My legs were caught in his grip so he squeezed them too.

The hand shot up to wrap itself around me. When he had a firm grip, he pulled down. I thought my arms would be pulled from their sockets but instead the leather straps came loose.

My head was poking out the top of Whitey’s fist and I could see the two giants still groping, kissing and grinding. They were also moving towards the floor.

They pulled apart as they kneeled on the floor and Jeff reached over to remove Whitey’s T-shirt. A broad chest, tanned and lightly haired was revealed hanging over a firm six pack.

I nearly threw up as Whitey lifted me rapidly. I didn’t even get a chance to scream before he popped me into his mouth, closing it behind me.

I was instantly covered in still more of his saliva as he pushed me to the roof of his mouth, holding me there with his tongue.

Moments later I was spat back out into his hand. He had taken the opportunity to strip Jeff of his black t-shirt. His chest was everything the tight t-shirt had promised. His pecs were huge, hanging like a rock formation over his chiselled stomach. Like Whitey, he was tanned but unlike Whitey he was almost totally hairless, only a trail of dark hair starting at his navel and trailing down into his pants.

Jeff sat down on a wooden chair in front of Whitey and extended his left foot. Whitey dropped me onto the floor between his legs and reached out to take the boot off.

Whitey was kneeling on the floor, his knees spread wide and he was sitting on his heels. He had dropped me directly below his massive basket. Looking up at it, I was in total awe. It jutted out above me like a miracle of nature. I could see the shape of his balls above me, each of which would have been more than half as tall as I was, but each much wider than me.

A loud clump announced that Whitey had removed one boot, throwing it aside on the wooden floor and had started on the other. I was too scared and excited to move, I just lay there and watched.

The other boot followed the path of the first then Whitey removed Jeff’s socks, throwing them aside too. Jeff stood up and Whitey reached over to unfasten the wide leather belt.

Fingers, sure of their work, unbuttoned the leather pants and then pulled them down. Jeff stood up, pushing the pants and underpants down before stepping free. His massive cock bobbed free. Hard as a rock, it stood up and out from his body.

I swallowed heavily, awestruck at the size of it. I guessed it would be over twice my size now and much thicker.

Jeff met my stare with a wicked one of his own as Whitey leaned forward to give a quick suck of the massive tool.

I found myself between Whitey’s enormous boots as he stood up and was terrified that he was going to step on me. Instead, I found Jeff’s fingers wrapping around my body, totally enclosing me within his fist.

When he opened his hand a few moments later I found myself staring into the head of his cock. The ‘eye’ was looking directly at me, a globule of shiny precum just starting to ooze out of it.

Then I was moving again. Jeff draped me onto his shaft, stomach down, feet towards his body and head towards the tip of his cock, holding me in place with his thumb on my back.

I craned my neck to look around, trying to ignore the heat coming up from beneath me. I felt like a trapped fly, squirming to get free. I guessed my head was about an inch below his cock-head, my feet more than three feet from his body.

I could see Whitey stripping off in front of us.

Jeff’s thumb lifted for a second and I gasped as something cold hit me in the middle of my back. His thumb pressed down again immediately, moving around on me, smearing the lube around.

I tried to struggle, sure of what this meant and positive that I didn’t want to be involved. Surely I couldn’t survive what they had in mind for me.

A shadow fell across me as Whitey moved in closed. I looked up to see something that nearly made my heart stop. Whitey had a condom in his hand, holding the opening stretched wide and moving it towards Jeff’s cock.

When it was over my head, he let it go and it snapped down tight across my shoulders. I could feel one of them unrolling it further down the length of Jeff’s shaft, trapping me firmly against it. I couldn’t move even a fraction of an inch.

I could see through it, however. I watched as Jeff dripped some more lube onto the outside of the condom and felt him smear it all over the length of his shaft.

I screamed as I looked forward to see Whitey leaning over the desk in preparation for Jeff ramming his cock and me inside him.

I watched as Jeff slid a finger inside Whitey’s puckered rim, loosening him up. The tip of his cock, and me, moved closer to that muscle. I watched as it pressed against the flesh, straining to push inside.

It slipped in with an audible slurp, the lack of resistance letting Jeff push in right up to where I was trapped on his dick.

I screamed and tried to struggle, I would be crushed if he tried to push in.

Jeff seemed to realise this at the same time I did for he stopped pushing and withdrew. I thought now he would let me go.

Instead, I felt his fingers at my feet, pushing me forward. His other fingers were lifting the latex in front of me, giving me somewhere to go. Thanks to the lube and his determined pressure, I slid forward, first onto the head of his cock and then in front of it.

I was forced to curl into a ball as I squeezed directly in front of his slit.

Without wasting any time, his cock aimed back at the ring of muscle. I was pressed up against Whitey’s arse and with one quick shove, Jeff rammed himself home.

I couldn’t believe it. I was still alive. I couldn’t see but I didn’t need to. I knew what was happening. The pressure around me was heavy and the heat was intense. The motion left no doubt as to what was happening.

Jeff was ramming Whitey with a passion, his cock shoving repeatedly into his fuck-buddy. I could feel the pressure mount as the energy increased.

With one truly exceptional plunge, I knew what was coming. Heat and moisture exploded around me as Jeff started to cum. With no-where else to go, it covered me and encased me. I thought I would drown, not yet realising that I should already have suffocated, but hadn’t. That what ever Jeff had done to me, it included not being able to suffocate.

More and more jism pumped into the small space that surrounded me. Finally it seemed that Jeff was spent. The thrusting motion stopped and no more juice flowed out.

I felt Jeff moving backwards, drawing out of Whitey. Light burst around me. I tried to open my eyes but there was too much cum. I could hear muted laughter and I burned in embarrassment. These two huge men were laughing at the sight of their pathetic little toy, trapped in the end of a cum-filled condom at the end of a rapidly deflating cock.

As the cock withdrew, there was more room for me and I struggled to the surface, coughing and spluttering, trying to wipe the cum from my eyes and nose.

I peered through the partly opaque latex walls. Jeff had hold of the open end of the condom and held it up between the two giants faces. There were peering in at me, obviously amused and delighted with what they saw.

Jeff jiggled the condom around making me splash about in his cum. It was like being in a washing machine.

Jeff passed the condom over to Whitey. The giant barman upended the condom and I slowly oozed down its’ length in a glob of juice. I slid out into Whitey’s hand with a plop.

I could feel his hand moving and as I gathered my bearings I saw that Jeff had moved away and was bent over the desk. For a moment I thought they were going to repeat the process but Whitey didn’t have another condom that I could see.

Instead, he held his hand, with me in it, just below Jeff’s arse so that I could get a good view. With his other hand, he slapped Jeff’s buttock, rubbing his hand around. He did it again a couple of times before, without warning, he lifted his hand and emptied its’ contents (me) onto Jeff’s back, just above the crack of his arse.

I threw myself flat as I felt myself start to slide with the cum down that crevasse, managing to stop myself. The skin where I lay was only slightly on an angle, it was only the cum moving that had made me slide.

A loud slap snapped my head around. Whitey had slapped Jeff again, this time just below where I lay. He started to rub Jeff’s cum down the crack, lubing him up.

After a moment, I looked up to see Whitey grinning down at me as he reached out and grabbed my left leg. I futiley tried to hold onto something but he dragged me into the crack anyway. Once the slope was enough, Whitey let go and I started to slide on my own accord, feet first down towards Jeff’s hole. I scrabbled for all I was worth to try and stop but the cum slick slope thwarted my efforts.

Finally my feet found some purchase and I stopped my slide. I realised what they had found a moment later as I felt a shudder go through the body beneath me.

Before I could decided what to do I felt Whitey’s finger pushing at my feet, pushing them into Jeff’s pucker. Whitey’s hand cradled the rest of my body as he continued to push my lower legs in.

When I was in up to my knees Whitey gripped me inside his fist, totally enclosing me. It was hot and wet and he was squeezing me rhythmically, pulling me in and out of Jeff a miniscule amount.

It must have been driving Jeff wild because I could feel his powerful ring of muscle contracting around my legs and feet, desperately trying to suck me all the way in. Loud moans confirmed it as Whitey began pushing me in a little further each time.

After six or seven little pulses, I was inside Jeff up to my waist. I screamed inside Whitey’s fist but there was no-one to hear me. Each time I was pushed in, my balls were getting caught in the tight folds of skin.

Whitey kept pushing me deeper, now my knees were always inside Jeff and I was going up to my shoulders. I kept my arms tight against my body to prevent them being ripped off.

Finally it seemed like Whitey couldn’t hold onto me any more and he let go. At the same time, Jeff finally reached climax again. With a greedy last pull, his muscles clamped down around me and sucked me deep within him.

His muscles were going into spasm as he came again and again, crushing and pushing my body.

Finally the spasms stopped and the muscles started to let go of their vice like grip.

I could feel myself moving again and I thought that Jeff was going to expel me.

I felt myself come up against the muscles of his ring, my face pressed into them. Something hot and wet suddenly came through from the otherside. For a moment I was terrified that Whitey was going to fuck Jeff while I was still in here but instead of pushing in, I could feel suction. My head was pulled through the muscle of ring and I realised that Whitey was sucking me out.

Whitey pulled away though when my head was outside. I could see his face retreating with a wicked grin on it. Jeff’s powerful sphincter muscle was clamped around me neck and no matter how much I struggled I couldn’t get further out or pull my head in.

My fear levels went up another notch just when I thought they couldn’t climb any higher. Jeff was standing up and his buttocks were closing back in to hide his hole, closing around me head.

Warm firm flesh pushed in on either side of me. There was still a small crack that I could see through as Jeff started to move around.

His buttocks rubbed against the side of my head as he walked and his muscles had a good grip on the rest of my body.

The gap opened a little as Jeff bent over to pick something up. The light became muted as he pulled his underwear on. The light disappeared altogether as the leather pants came back on.

For the next hour Jeff walked around the nightclub with me stuck up his arse like a butt plug. I could hear the loud music and I don’t know if the talked to anyone or not – the music was too loud.

The worst part was when he started dancing. The movements of his cheeks became much more frenetic, rubbing my head between them. Jeff also had to fight constantly to keep me where I was. I would start to slide free and his muscles would pull me back or I would start to get sucked in and he would have to stop moving to get me to go back to where he wanted me.

Eventually he sat down. I had feared this moment but it wasn’t as bad as I had thought. His buttocks shielded me quite nicely even if I was squeezed a lot tighter. I couldn’t hear the music anymore either.

After about fifteen minutes he was up again and walking.

It was quiet outside so we weren’t in a club anymore.

Light burst around me as the leather pants were pulled down. Through the crack of his arse I could see the underwear was still on. Obviously we were back in the hotel room. I got ready to be released but in seemed that Jeff was in no hurry. He was walking about the room. I heard the sound of ice in a glass and then Jeff was sitting down again.

The TV clicked on and I realised that it might be a while before Jeff released me.

After about ten minutes I felt something strange. I couldn’t work out what it was until it was already happening. Jeff’s muscles vibrated around me as he farted and the hot air rushed past me. I coughed and choked as I breathed it in.

Another one followed it a few minutes later.

Shortly after that Jeff got up. I heard the sound of running water and the tightening of the muscles around me alerted me to Jeff taking a leak.

I heard the toilet flush and Jeff took a few steps. Finally the moment I had been waiting for. The underwear was pulled free. I waited to be released.

Nothing.

Instead it seemed like Jeff was lying down. All light disappeared. At first I was puzzled until I heard the slow, deep rumblings of Jeff snoring.

I couldn’t believe it. He had gone to bed – to sleep – with me trapped up his arse. Had he forgotten about me?

Whatever had happened, I realised I was stuck here for the night. I also realised, with something of a shock, that with all that had happened, I hadn’t cum yet.

Almost as soon as I realised it, my dick was rock hard. I barely touched it before I exploded.

As I started to drowse off, I chuckled at the irony. I had been hoping to fuck Jeff tonight and it looked like I had finally gotten my wish.

*****

When I woke up next it was to the sound of someone moving around the room. I opened my eyes, expecting to still be trapped inside Jeff. Instead, I was lying in the bed as Jeff buttoned up a white business shirt.

It took me a moment to realise that he was no longer a giant. Sometime during the night he had expelled me and restored my size.

When he saw that I was awake he threw a wad of cash at me, “There’s a grand for last night.” I couldn’t believe it. Not only had I had the wildest night of my life that had left me with jack-off stories for years but he was paying me a $1000 for it!

I grabbed the money and stumbled over to my clothes. Jeff grabbed my arm as I tried to move past him, “You might want to take a shower first,” for a moment I wasn’t sure what he meant, then the smell hit me.

Any doubts that I had spent several hours up some guys arse were dispelled immediately. I grinned, embarrassed but he just smiled knowingly.

When I had dried off and gotten dressed I walked back into the bedroom. Jeff was gone. I sighed and was about to walk out when I noticed a note on the coffee table next to my name badge.

I picked it up and read it, “If you want to try it again, come back tonight at 7, Jeff.”

“IF” I wanted to do it again! Was he kidding! I pocketed the note and headed downstairs to begin my shift. How the hell was I going to keep my mind on my job till 7?

That night was even more memorable and so was the next.

Jeff told me that he was in town every couple of months. I could barely wait until then.