If you wanted proof that good looks were genetic, you needed to go no further than the Campbell family. Specifically the male side of the family. Chase Campbell, at 40 looked better than most men at 30. He was everything that personified masculinity.

Standing at a little over 6 foot 4 inches, with a solid, heavily muscled frame, he was a towering presence. His good looks - short, dark hair, chiselled profile and sparkling green eyes were the envy of many.

And his son, Chad, had inherited all those appealing factors. At just a few days short of his 21st birthday, he was turning heads wherever he went. A younger version of his father, he was just a shade more defined. He was an inch shorter than his father, but it wasn’t noticeable.

Chase Campbell was also disgustingly rich. Although he had inherited quite a lot of money from his family, through hard work and intelligent investments, he had multiplied his inheritance by more than a thousand fold. His company, CC Inc., had built itself from a two man operation 15 years ago to a multi-national company employing over five thousand people world-wide.

The secret to the success of the business was its market. From the beginning, Chase had set his target on government contracts for technology. CC Inc didn’t make many products, but the ones it did make were extremely profitable. It was doubtful that the general public would ever see the fruits of the company’s labour, but that didn’t concern Chase.

The Campbells lived in what could only be called a mansion. With over twenty bedrooms, fifteen bathrooms, two kitchens, 3 formal dining rooms, conference rooms, studies, loungerooms, a wine cellar, tennis courts, 3 pools, a bowling alley, a private cinema and the ‘technology’ room, the Campbells lived the high life.

The technology room was Chase’s own private domain. To the uninitiated, it was nothing more than a room with the latest, cutting edge PC’s, audio/visual devices and everything that a remote control could possibly be used for.

In truth, it was where Chase came up with most of his ideas for new inventions. No-one else was ever allowed in the room, not even Chad. It was for this exact reason, the specific banning of entry, that Chad desperately wanted to get into the room for.

Two days after his 21st birthday (a lavish affair costing more than a million dollars), Chad decided that it was about time that he be allowed into the inner sanctum, as he had come to think of it. When he approached his father about it, he was flatly refused. Chase had long ago decided that CC Inc. would die with him. It was not something that he wanted passed onto his family. In the past, he had had to make some difficult moral decisions and work with people of questionable ethics. He didn’t want his son to have to do the same.

Chad saw it differently. He saw the refusal as a lack of trust.

It was another two weeks before Chad had the opportunity to sneak into the room. His father had been working inside the room and Chad had waited in a nearby corridor until his father left.

As Chase left the room, letting the door swing shut behind him, he didn’t notice the small, remote-controlled car that shot down the corridor. Nor did he see it get wedged in the door frame, preventing the door from shutting and locking.

Chad waited until his father left the house, on his way to a meeting at the city office. Then he snuck into the room. There were a heap of gadgets hidden in the room. A lot of it was mundane stuff, TV’s, computers, VCR, DVD players, a stereo, a video camera on a shelf.

But there was also some other gadgets that Chad didn’t know the function of. Several looked like weapons. Picking up one particularly wicked looking device, Chad played with a few dials on the side, careful to keep it pointed away from himself incase it accidentally fired.

It started to hum after he pressed a yellow button on the side. The pitch was very gradually increasing, as though it were charging. Chad looked for a way to turn it off, but the pitch kept on its steady buildup. An LED gauge was very slowly building on the other side of the ‘gun’. It read 12%, increasing to 13% as he looked at it. Pushing buttons and turning dials seemed to have no effect, the device continued to charge.

Furtive guilt overtook Chad then. He set the ‘gun’ back where he had found it and darted from the room, letting the door close behind him. He just hoped the device would turn itself off and his father not find out that he had been in the room.

*****

Chase new that someone had been in the room the moment he walked in. Knowing that he was the only one that ever entered the room, he knew exactly where everything was supposed to be. It took mere seconds for him to realise what had been touched or moved. It took only a fraction longer for him to realise what was emitting the high pitched whine.

His temper rapidly approaching boiling point at this seeming betrayal by Chad (it could only have been him - hadn’t he only asked about entrance to the room two weeks ago!), he stalked over to the device. Angrily he picked it up.

He realised his mistake almost instantly. But it was already too late. As his hand wrapped around the device, he felt the cover for the safety switch. The button beneath it was uncovered. In his anger, he had pressed the button without meaning to.

He had barely a fraction of a second to see that the device was fully charged before the sound reached a high pitched crescendo. The discharge hit him square in the middle of the chest.

*****

No-one missed Chase when he didn’t turn up for dinner that night. It wasn’t unusual for him to work late in the city or closeted in his private room. It was often days before he would make a reappearance.

Chad kept expecting his father to burst in and accuse him of breaking into his room, but it didn’t happen.

Later than night, on his way to bed, Chad passed by the door to his fathers room. He noticed that it was still slightly ajar. Walking over, he saw the piece of plastic that was wedged into the door frame. He cursed when he realised it was a piece of the remote control car he had used to block the door closing. It must have broken free and gotten wedged in the door frame. Now it was stopping the door from closing.

Pulling the door open, he prised the piece loose.

He couldn’t resist. For all his life, this room had been off-limits. Even though he had been in there once today already, he had to go in again. Besides, he needed to know if that device had turned itself off.

Pulling the door closed behind him, Chad stepped into the room. He stopped cold when he saw the device lying on the floor. He hadn’t left it there, he had put it back on the shelf. It wasn’t humming any more.

Walking across the room, he crouched down and picked the device up. He shrugged, the humming must have turned into a vibration and it vibrated off the shelf. At least it was turned off now.

Putting the device back where it belonged, he cast another longing gaze around the room. There were so many devices here which he had no clue about. He so wanted to spend some time in here, working out what they did. He didn’t dare. His father could return at any time and find him. There would be hell to pay then. At least everything was back where it belonged.

Walking back over to the door, he quietly opened it and stepped outside. Shutting the door, making sure it locked, he headed upstairs to his bedroom.

******

Chase picked himself up from the floor. He didn’t know how long he had been unconscious but from experiments that had been conducted with the device, he knew that it would have been at least a couple of hours.

The device in question lay nearby. It was enormous. Chase groaned as he realised it had been set to maximum reduction. That meant that he was less than a centimetre tall. He was smaller than many bugs.

It also meant that he wouldn’t be able to activate the device by himself. He knew too much about physics. There was no way in the world someone as small as him would be able to turn the dials or depress the buttons necessary to reverse the process. His only hope was in getting someone to do it for him.

He headed towards the door, thankful that he had elected to have hard-wood floors laid in this room rather than carpet. The floor seemed to stretch off into the distance. The door itself loomed impossibly high. The roof of the room seemed as intangible as the sky, being so far away.

Halfway to the door, a journey of some five minutes, he heard noises.

The air pressure in the room changed as the door was pulled open. It felt strange to notice such normally subtle and minuscule changes. He never would have paid such things any notice at his normal size.

Chase froze as an impossibly huge figure came into view. As tall as a mountain Chad appeared like a natural disaster. The floor vibrated as the behemoth took a step into the room, nearly knocking Chase from his feet.

The air pressure changed again as the door was closed.

Chase simply stared as his son stood in the doorway. He was looking around the room, his eyes seeming to lock onto something.

Abandoning all dignity and sense of self, unconsciously ignoring the fact that there was no way that Chad could hear him, Chase started yelling his sons name, sprinting towards the man-mountain.

He didn’t realise his peril until it was almost too late. In three quick steps, Chad crossed the room to the device. To Chase it was like being in an earthquake. The floor shook violently beneath his sons heavy footsteps, his brown boots slamming into the floor letting loose blasts of sound like detonations of dynamite.

The mountain rapidly approached Chase, looming even bigger. With a primal scream, Chase realised his danger, he was directly in his sons path.

The soles of his sons massive boots flashed overhead and beside him, the wind from their passing dragging Chase along for several feet in their wake, like a piece of lint.

Chase slid to a stop, stretched out on the floor. He was looking towards where his son had stopped. Thoroughly terrified, he screamed as his son squatted down, even though he was nowhere near him.

He watched as Chad picked up the device, turning it over in his hands before standing back up and placing it back on the shelf.

With sudden clarity, Chase snapped back to reality. His mind processed several things at once. He had mere moments before his son left the room, when he did, the door would be shut. The same door that Chase had insisted be air-tight when the room had been built. There would be no-way out of the room once that door was shut and he was the only one with the combination to open the electronic lock. Once closed, he would be trapped in here until someone broke it down looking for him.

In the same instant, he knew that he had to get Chad to carry him out of the room. There was no possible way to attract his attention at the moment so he had to find another way. His eyes locked onto the building sized boots. One of them had a shoelace that was half undone and hung down to the floor.

In the split second that all this went through his mind, Chase was up and sprinting as fast as he could towards his son.

It took barely thirty seconds to reach Chad. Just as he reached the heel of his sons boot, the top of the being above his head, the boot started to move. With a primal scream and a final burst of speed, Chase lunged at the shoe lace as it started to rise.

The lace was wider than he was and he hit it, or rather it hit him, at tremendous speed. Chase almost blacked out at the force and lost his hold but he retained enough awareness to grab at loose threads in the lace. He was whipped through the air at tremendous speed as the man-mountain took a step towards the door, the wind howling past him, trying to pull him loose of his tenuous hold. Struggling for all he was worth, Chase managed to grab hold with his other hand, pulling himself closer to the lace.

A thunderous crash and severe jolt nearly threw him free as the foot hit the ground. The lace whipped about like a live anaconda, smacking onto the top of the shoe before flying back down to the side. In the second or so time he had while Chad stepped with his other foot, Chase would his hands into the loose threads, threads that Chad wouldn’t even have been able to see without difficulty. Pulling himself close against the lace, he braced himself for the next step.

By the time Chad had taken the three steps to the door, pausing to close it, Chase was almost ready to admit defeat and simply let go. He was already battered and bruised, he didn’t know how long he would be able to hang on. But then his old stubbornness kicked in, the same force that had kept his business going when it seemed it must fail. The same emotions that forced him to take risks with the business that everyone else thought was mad.

Tightening his grip even more, in preparation for the battering to come, he closed his eyes, ground his teeth together and held on for grim life.

*****

Chad strolled through the house before heading upstairs, oblivious to his tiny passenger. Once upstairs, he headed into his bedroom, shutting and locking the door behind him. He walked over to his bed, picking up the phone and dialling as he sat down on the bed.

He felt a need for release and he knew exactly who to call who could help him.

A couple of years ago, while he was studying at university, Chad had stumbled onto a fellow student who was prostituting himself to pay for his tuition. Alex was dark haired, olive skinned, and well toned. He was about 6 inches shorter than Chad, but that didn’t matter.

Chad came up with a solution that would satisfy them both. Chad promised to pay for Alex’s degree, he could easily afford it. In return, Alex gave him exclusivity. Chad didn’t need the hassles with finding an acceptable partner, but he had needs, needs that had to be released. But he wasn’t about to expose himself to unnecessary risks. By buying Alex’s services, he ensured that he always had someone ‘on-call’ and also that that person wouldn’t be exposed to the risks of general prostitution, thus reducing Chad’s own exposure.

Whenever Chad needed release, he gave Alex a call and he would come over. The two would have sex or sometimes Chad would only feel like a blow job. Afterward, Chad gave Alex some more money to help with the cost of his studies and everyone lived happily ever after.

While Chad chatted with Alex he leaned back, lying down on the bed with his feet still on the floor. After a few minutes he hooked his desk chair with a foot, pulling it closer and propping both feet up on the seat.

After confirming arrangements with Alex, he stood up and headed into the bathroom to relieve himself. Returning to his room, he relaxed on his massive bed while he waited for Alex to arrive.

It didn’t take long. Alex was always eager for the to see Chad and usually dropped whatever he was doing to race over.

Lying on his bed waiting, Chad grabbed his wallet from his bedside table drawer to make sure that he had enough money. There was over a thousand dollars in there, more than enough for Alex.

Placing the wallet on the seat of his chair he checked his watch.

Twenty five minutes later, Alex arrived. The butler had let him in to the house and he knocked on Chad’s door.

They sat on the bed, talking about what was going on in each others life.

Eventually Chad reached out and grabbed his wallet in his hand, without looking. Opening it he pulled out five hundred dollars, handing it to Alex. It was out of the normal routine - normally he waited until after the sex, but Chad was feeling generous.

Running his fingers through his hair, Chad sat back down on the bed, inviting Alex to do the same. They chatted for another couple of minutes before Chad leaned over and kissed Alex. The two kissed passionately for several minutes, their hand exploring each others bodies before Chad pushed Alex down towards his groin.

*****

It took several minutes before Chase realised that he wasn’t still being flung about at the end of Chad’s shoelace. He felt battered and bruised from the ordeal but was rapidly recovering his awareness.

Looking about, he realised that Chad was reclining back on his bed, feet propped up on a chair. He was dangling from the shoelace which was hanging against the heel of Chad’s boot, about three feet from the seat of the chair.

He went to let go but found that he couldn’t. He had to concentrate hard to force his hands to let go of their death grip on the shoe lace and unwind the threads that he had twisted around his wrists.

Dropping the three feet to the chair, Chase took a minute to get his feet under himself, he was still very unsteady.

Chase looked at his son. From where he stood, near the heel of Chad’s left foot, his son seemed to stretch off forever. His legs were like a low mountain range heading off into the distance.

As he stepped away from Chad’s foot, the world rocked beneath him. Chad was standing up, dragging his feet off the chair. The rush of air nearly sucked Chase along with it.

By the time he rolled to a stop, precariously near the edge of the seat, Chad was already halfway to the bathroom. Climbing to his feet, Chase backed away from the edge, heading towards the middle of the chair.

He waited for several minutes until Chad reappeared. Jumping up and down, waving his arms about, he tried to attract Chad’s attention, to no avail.

Chase watched as Chad picked up his wallet, checking what was in it. Then he had to bolt for his life. Chad was putting the black leather wallet down into the middle of the chair - right where Chase was standing.

The massive black platform hurtled downward out of the sky. It was as big as a large house and Chase was certain it was going to crush him.

It didn’t. Instead, it was deposited just behind him as he through himself full length out of its way.

Gasping with relief, Chase hit upon a new plan. At some time, Chad was certain to pick the wallet up again. Surely he would have to look at it when he did. Clambering up on top of the wallet was an effort, but not beyond the older Campbell. He was still a very fit man and had done his fair share of rockclimbing.

Once on top of the wallet, Chase headed towards the middle. Despite his small size, he was sure that Chad couldn’t help but notice him when he went to pick up his wallet. His main fear was that Chad wouldn’t look closely enough and see him as a bug to be swatted.

After a while, Chase sat down in the middle of the wallet. His giant son was just lying on his bed, staring into space. Chase had tried to catch his attention again but it was useless. He would just have to wait for the right moment.

A dull thudding announced the arrival of Alex. Chase clambered to his feet as his mammoth son stood up and walked over the door to let his friend in. As they headed back towards the bed, Chase started screaming and jumping again. Perhaps Alex would see him where Chad hadn't.

He didn't.

Then the opportunity came. Chase saw Chad start to reach out towards his wallet, his hand outstretched. Chase jumped and screamed and yelled at the top of his voice, waving his arms around like a mad man. Chad had to see him - he just had to!

Almost too late, Chase realised that his son hadn't seen him, hadn't even cast more than a casual glance in his direction in fact. It was too late to dive away, all he could do was throw himself flat as the palm of his son came down on top of him.

There was a sickening jolt as the wallet was picked up but Chase was more worried about being crushed. Chad's hand was hot and sweaty and it was pressing down on Chase like a mountain. He could barely breathe and he his heart pounded like a stampeding bull, adrenalin coursed through his body.

With startling suddenness, the hand withdrew. To his horror, Chase found himself going with it though. He was stuck smack in the middle of his sons hand, held there by the adhesive sweat that had coated him during the brief contact.

Sure he was about to die, Chase screamed his lungs hoarse. He was sure that at any second Chad would either wipe the sweat from his hands, or pick something up or even just make a fist. Any of these or a hundred other things were sure to spell his end.

Instead, Chase felt like he was moving up at an incredible speed. Chad's face came into view for a split second before the hand buried itself in his brunette hair. Strands of cable thick hair rushed past. When the first one hit him, it pulled him free, the hand rapidly disappearing through the hair.

Gasping for breath and thanking the stars for his life, Chase struggled to right himself. He couldn’t believe he was in the middle of his sons healthy head of hair. For a moment he thought he knew what it was like to be body lice.

Slowly the realisation came to Chase that this was the best position he had been in yet. If he could make his way down the side of Chase's head, he could come near his ear and yell into it. It would be dangerous, but it was still his best chance.

There was only one problem, he had no idea which way the side of the head lay. All around him were the thick wavy strands of brunette hair.

Deciding one way was as good as another, he headed out.

The world below him rocked, sending him tumbling. Grasping at the thick cables, trying to grab a hand hold, he had the sickening feeling of freefall for a couple of seconds. The shaking continued and he made his way hand over hand down towards his sons scalp.

It was only after the rocking stopped for a few seconds that he realised something was wrong. The hair was the wrong colour. Chad's hair was a deep, rich brown. This hair was jet black.

He didn't know what had happened but somehow he had been transferred onto Alex. He didn't realise it had happened as his son kissed another man otherwise he would have been even more horrified.

Panicking, Chase started to climb back up the length of hair.

He arrived in the 'canopy' just in time to see the length of his sons body whizzing past. He realised he was in Alex's fringe. He couldn’t work out what was going on.

He realised soon enough. The sound of a metal zip was the first clue. The second was when he watched as Chad pulled his shirt off, revealing his smooth, toned body.

The last clue was when Alex's head bent forward. The sudden forward lurch threw the fringe forward, whipping Chase through the air. When the hair reached its end, it stopped. Chase didn't.

Again came the feeling of freefall.

And again he was stopped by hair.

In horror, Chase looked up into the giant face of his son's friend. His eyes were closed but a massive tower of flesh extended up from where Chase lay and into his mouth. Horrified for any number of reasons, Chase realised that he was lying in his sons pubic hairs, right on top of the base of his rock hard shaft. Worse, his son was getting sucked by another man.

*****

Chad groaned as Alex went down on him. His friends hot, moist mouth enclosed his cock with passion. Alex was licking and sucking at his shaft and cock head and feelings of ecstasy washed through Chad. Another groan was elicited as Alex deep throated Chad, taking his whole shaft in his mouth and sucking as hard as he could.

The rhythm started to pick up as Alex used all his skills to bring pleasure to his friend. For a few minutes he pulled away from the shaft and concentrated on providing stimulus to his sack. He took first one ball in his mouth, sucking and licking it before changing over to the other.

He opened his eyes and looked up at Chad. His head was thrown half back in pleasure and soft moans continued to emanate from him. Lowering his eyes, Alex started to move his mouth back onto Chad's cock. As his eyes slid shut again, he thought he saw something in the mat of hair at the base of the shaft. He let his eyes continue to close. Seconds later he opened them again. There was nothing there.

For a moment he had thought he had seen a little man. But there was nothing there now. Oh well, he thought. The mind plays strange tricks on us sometimes. He didn't give it another moments thought.

After several more minutes of concentrated attention, Chad finally came. Alex had wrapped his lips tight about the cock head and sucked as hard as he could at the moment of climax, intensifying the feeling for Chad as much as he could.

When he had licked the last of his friends juice from his shaft, he smiled up at Chad who was staring down at him in affection. Alex stood up and the two once again locked lips and shared a long, passionate kiss.

When they broke apart, Chad wiped his cock off with a couple of tissues and reached down, pulling his underwear up and then his jeans, fastening the button fly on his 501's.

Throwing himself back on the bed, Alex joined him, the pair lying side by side in companionable silence. After ten minutes or so Alex roused himself. It was getting late and he had to work early in the morning. He gave Chad one last, lingering kiss before letting himself out.

Alex lay back on the bed, his legs crossed at the ankle, hands behind his head, staring off into space.

He always enjoyed the sessions with Alex and enjoyed his company. But there was still something missing in the relationship. They both knew that it would probably never progress past what it currently was, but they were both determined to enjoy it while it lasted.

Sighing over the complexities of life, Chad let his mind drift. Without even realising it, his eyes slowly closed and his body relaxed until he drifted off to sleep.

*****

Chase was in a state of shock. He couldn't believe that his son was getting sucked off by another guy. He had no idea that his son was gay and it rocked his world to the core. For a moment he even forgot about his predicament.

But it is hard to ignore two giants having oral sex. Particularly when you are buried in the pubic hairs, at the base of one of the building sized cocks with a massive head barely feet from you.

Chase was shocked back to reality by sudden proximity to Alex's upper lip as the giant deep throated his son. He scurried back as far as he was able to, desperate to stay away from Alex.

Moments later, Alex's face dropped lower and Chase realised he must have been sucking on Chad's balls.

Chase felt like throwing up. His son's massive shaft towered above him, glistening with Alex's saliva. As he watched, a bead of it slithered down the length of the shaft and disappeared into the pubic jungle nearby.

Despite the risks, Chase realised he had to get away from where he was. Struggling against the bucking motion of his son, Chase started to climb free of the pubic hairs. He knew it was probably going to be the death of him, but he was determined to leap free from his predicament. He couldn't stay where he was for another minute.

He was almost free when he realised Alex's head was rising again. For a split second, he thought that Alex had seen him. In a wave of elation, he let go his grip on the cable thick hairs and waved frantically at Alex. The move cost him his balance.

Already precariously balanced, he was unprepared for a sudden movement from Chad and he was thrown free of the pubic hairs.

With a scream, Chase plummeted downwards. Everything was a blur around him. He thought for sure, this time it would be the end.

But fate wasn't finished with him yet.

Chase bounced as he hit a fabric trampoline. He bounced another couple of times before rolling to a stop in a broad swathe of material. Shaking his head to try and clear his vision, Chase looked around.

With a groan he realise where he was.

On either side of him, massive pillars of flesh stretched up into the sky. The material he was on was stretched between them as Chad stood with his legs wide apart. There was only one place he could be - in his sons underwear.

With a groan for the perversities of fate that seemed determined to screw with him, Chase started crawling towards the edge of the fabric. He got only half way before a movement from Chad sent him rolling back into the centre of the material . Undaunted, he started crawling again. This time he made it almost to the edge before another movement rolled him back to his starting point.

Muttering under his breath, Chase stumbled to his feet and tried running to the edge, determined to dive off once he got close enough.

He didn’t get the chance. There was monumental movement, the underwear bucking and bouncing. Chase lost his footing and was tumbled about. He didn't know that at that moment, Alex was sucking the juice from his sons cock, only that he couldn't control his movement at all.

Finally there was peace with no movement. Wild-eyed as his rough ride, Chase looked about. His hands had dug into the space between the cotton fibres in a desperate bid to keep him still and he was loathe to let go lest another bout of quaking erupt.

It took him several minutes to regain his composure enough so he could once again attempt to get out of his sons underwear.

But he had delayed too long. Just as he started to move, he saw motion to either side. He screamed as he saw Chad grab his underwear on either side and start to pull them upward. Too terrified to attempt to scramble free, Chase rolled over onto his back, staring up at his son's groin.

He covered his head as he rocketed up, directly towards his sons low hanging scrotum. He impacted it at high speed, the heavy flesh pounding into him like a truck. He kicked and fought, trying to push himself away, but it was no use. The heavy fabric had him pinned up against the underside of one of Chad's testicles and there was no way he could get free.

He was trapped.

The light filtering through the underwear disappeared as Chad pulled his pants on then there was rough movement as he lay down on the bed. When Chad crossed his legs, the space around Chase contracted drastically, pushing Chase even harder into his sons balls.

For the first time in years, Chase started to cry as his son drifted off to sleep.

*****

Chad woke up feeling well rested and very content. He lay in the bed for a while just enjoying the lazy feeling before he forced himself to get up. He hadn't meant to fall asleep in his clothes but he had slept all night in them. He walked into his bathroom and peeled off his t-shirt admiring his upper body in the mirror. He looked at his watch as he started to strip off. He had plenty of time before he needed to be at his first lecture.

Pulling his jeans and then his underwear off, he stepped into the shower. Chad turned the water on nice and hot, letting the water cascade over his body and washing away the last vestiges of his sleep.

He grabbed the bar of soap off the shelf and soaped himself up.

By the time he had washed all the soap off and was ready to get out of the shower, his skin was glowing healthily and the bathroom was all steamed up. Grabbing a towel off the rack he started to dry himself, watching himself in the mirror and liking what he saw.

Something ticked the side of his left foot but he instinctively pushed it away without looking at it, continuing to dry himself off. As he started to dry his legs, he admired his solid thighs and calf muscles.

Movement near his foot caught his eye. A small pale bug was scuttling across the floor towards his foot. It was smaller than his little toe and he paid it no attention, continuing to dry his feet.

Finishing his drying he grabbed a can of shaving cream and lathered up his face, grabbing his safety razor. Carefully he shaved, making sure he didn't nick his skin and ruin his good looks. Again something tickled his left foot. He looked down to see the small bug was trying to climb onto his foot.

With mild annoyance he flicked it away with the side of his foot, knocking it several feet away then he resumed shaving.

After finishing up the rest of his morning preparation Chad went back into his bedroom, forgetting all about the little bug.

*****

Chase woke with a start as Chad started to move. From the feel of it Chad had stood up and was walking. He didn't know how long he had been in his sons underwear now, only that it had been quite some time, perhaps the entire night.

Light flooded his prison as Chad started to strip off. For a moment Chase thought he would remain stuck to his sons sac but he fell free, landing in the discarded underwear on the floor.

Stunned, he lay there looking up at his massive son as he stepped into the shower and turned the water on. If he hadn't fallen free, he would have been washed off his son and down the drain. He would not have survived that.

During the night Chase had regained his determination to be rescued. With that in mind, he got to his feet and made his way onto the tiled floor. Somehow he had to get his sons attention.

He waited while Chad showered and then watched in renewed awe as his son stepped naked out of the shower, water still cascading off his well formed body. Reminding himself of his renewed purpose, Chase sprinted across the floor. When he reached the side of Chad's foot, he started hammering on it in a bid to get his attention.

The monolithic foot moved suddenly, lashing out at Chase, hitting him like a battering ram. He was flung across the room landing several feet away. He felt battered and bruised and he was amazed that he was still alive.

Such a casual brush of the foot it had been and yet it held the power of a tornado.

Chase pushed himself to his feet and moved across the room as fast as he could. For a moment he thought that Chad had seen him as he leaned down to dry his legs and Chase's spirits soared but there was no sign of recognition and no movement toward him.

Chad started to shave and Chase reached his foot again, trying to climb onto it. Again the massive appendage flicked at him and this time he was sent flying across the room and out into the bedroom.

*****

Chad took his time getting ready to go to class. He lay on the bed for a while reading before he bothered to get dressed. As he sat on the side of his bed, doing up his shoe laces he again noticed the bug that had tried to climb onto his foot earlier.

Without really thinking about it, he lifted his right foot and bought his sneaker down on the little bug, putting it out of its misery. At least it wouldn’t annoy him any more.

Finishing getting dressed Chad walked downstairs for breakfast before heading off to class.

*****

When Chad had kicked him the second time, Chase thought that all his bones had been broken and he had blacked out.

When he finally came to, he was surprised to find that he was alright. Sore, but nothing broken. Chad was sitting on the side of the bed putting on a pair of building sized sneakers.

Determined that this time would be the time when Chad would see him and realise what he was, Chase sprinted across the floor as fast as he could.

He stumbled to a stop, terrified as one of those massive sneakers lifted in his direction. With startling clarity he knew what was about to happen and he was helpless to prevent it.

The sneaker descended on him with the finality of impending doom. The air from its downward motion forced him flat before the foot actually hit him. Then darkness descended as the sneaker met the floor.

Seconds later, Chase was amazed that he was still alive. Rubber like granite pressed against him on two sides, pinning him in place. He realised with amazement that he was stuck between the tread of his sons sneaker like a small pebble. Massive pain shot through his right arm. Without a doubt it was broken. It was bent at an unnatural angle and it was about the only thing holding him in place.

Motion jolted him as Chad started to walk. Air pressure slammed him as the foot descended. Thunder buffeted him as the sneaker hit the floor. Pain lanced through him from his broken arm as he was jolted. Again and again the combination of forces slammed into him as his son walked and the pain continued to mount. He tried as hard as he could to pull himself free but he was wedged in firmly and he couldn't stand the pain it took to try and move his broken arm.

There were occasional moments of stillness as Chad sat or stood still but they were short and there was no opportunity for Chase to try and work his way free of his prison nor was there any relief from the pain. At each pause Chase either passed out or almost did so, only to be woken in agony as Chad would start moving again.