Daniel

His name is Daniel. He's 19 years old, 6 and a half feet tall, nicely toned without looking either scrawny or over-beefed. He has a sweet face but, unfortunately, not the personality to match it.

He's also my flat-mate.

He's also proving to be more than I expected when I rented the room out to him.

He's studying at University and this is his first time living away from his parents. I gather that his mother used to do everything for him because he's a real slob. He never tidies up and when he does cook, he leaves a mess everywhere. Normally though he buys takeaway and eats it on the sofa.

He ignored me when I asked him to sit at the table after finding several stains on my new sofa.

His dirty clothes are usually strewn about the apartment. To make matters worse, he invites friends back to watch videos or just hang out with him. They are almost as bad as he is. I've lost count of the number of times I've gotten up to go to work, walked into the lounge room to discover several of his friends unconscious on the sofa or the floor or even on the dining table.

I forgive a lot of the stuff because he is so damned cute. He has hinted more than once that he would like to get into bed with me, but the hints are always so subtle. I think he is playing with my mind. I don't know if he is serious about it or if he just uses it as a way to get out of trouble. I know that he knows I'd take little prompting to give him a blow job or whatever.

But Daniel and his friends crossed the line last night. One of the basic ground rules I set at the beginning was that I would not tolerate drugs in my home. I don't care what people do to themselves, I just won't accept it in my home.

Well, when I got home from work last night, Daniel and two of his friends were passed out on the lounge. There were some e tablets on the coffee table and the place was an absolute mess.

I stewed about it all night and today during work. I made a decision. Daniel wasn't working out the way I had hoped. He was going to have to move out. I decided to tell him tonight. No point in putting off the unpleasant.

To say he didn't take it well was an understatement. He blew his top. For a moment I thought he was going to attack me. Instead, just when I thought he was going to hit me, he calmed down. It was weird, one second he was going ballistic, the next he was cool as a cucumber.

That scared me.

"Well, ok. I guess it was just a matter of time. I'll move out tomorrow." He was walking towards his bedroom when he looked back over his shoulder. "Y'know, since this is probably the last time we'll be alone in the same house together, we should probably do what you've been wanting to do since the first day I moved in."

I was confused. I was still fuming and puzzled by his reaction and wasn't thinking straight. He turned around and looked at me, "You know. You've wanted to wrap your lips around this all along," he grabbed his package through his cargo pants. He smiled as my mouth dropped, then walked into his bedroom.

Hesitantly, I followed. It didn't seem right to do this and I wondered if it was another of his ploys to make me let him stay. I decided to take it on face value. No matter how good he was, he was going to have to leave.

He stepped up to me as I entered his room, his hands cradled my face as he leaned in and locked lips with me. His tongue forced its way into my mouth. Damn he tasted good.

We kissed for a minute or so before he took my hands and directed them into his crotch. He was semi-hard already and under my gentle manipulations he was rock hard even faster. His hands pressed down on my shoulders, his intentions clear. I broke away from his lips and kneeled in front of him. I fumbled with his belt before unbuttoning his pants then slowly dragged the zipper down.

His hands were on the back of my head and pushed me into his groin. His cock was like an iron rod, the head pushing into my left eye. With the eagerness of a coiled spring, his rod sprang forth as I pulled his underwear away.

My hand wrapped around the base of his shaft and started to direct it towards my mouth.

Just as my lips were about to wrap around the pulsating head, Daniel pushed me roughly away. I sprawled across the floor at his feet, confused. He had a sneer on his face as he towered over me, "Do you really think I'd allow you to taste this?" he grabbed his meat in one hand.

I started to push my self up but he planted his right foot on my chest and pushed me roughly down. "The only way you're going to get close to this is when it's bigger than you are."

I almost laughed out loud except that I was so pissed off with his treatment of me. Was he really as crazy as he sounded? How had I let someone as obviously spaced out as this live in my home?

But then his eyes flashed and my world changed forever.

I had only thought he had towered over me before. Now he truly did. I felt like I was looking up at a skyscraper version of my room-mate. He laughed as he stood over me, tucking his still rock hard cock back into his pants.

I looked about frantically, sure I was mistaken. Everything around me was absolutely huge. The floor stretched off into the distance, broken by mountains of discarded clothing and crap. I couldn't look at Daniel again. Instead, I was up and running for the open doorway. Maybe if I got further away from him, I'd regain my height.

I only took about five steps before a wall slammed down in front of me. I crashed into the side of an Adidas runner that was taller than I was and as long as a bus. Sitting on my arse I looked at the massive shoe, dazed. Movement above me made me move. I dodged the massive hand that tried to grab me and ran past the toe of the shoe.

I made it past the shoe and perhaps another dozen yards before another wall dropped in front of me. I ran smack into Daniel's open palm. Before I could move, his huge fingers wrapped around me, trapping me inside his fist.

I felt rapid upward movement, enclosed in darkness. Then light flooded in as Daniel opened his hand. I gathered that I was no more than 3 inches tall, based on the size of his hand. A shadow fell across me and I rolled over to see his other hand descending, thumb and forefinger extended.

I tried to dodge but there was nowhere to go. He grabbed the back of my shirt and lifted me up. I dangled from his fingers as he moved me in front of his face.

His beautiful face was enormous as his eyes examined me. Despite myself and my fear, I could feel myself growing hard in my pants. I was at Daniel's complete mercy and he was enormous.

Then I was moving down at an alarming pace, "I'LL DEAL WITH YOU LATER," boomed down from above. I looked down to see where I was going.

There was an empty take-away coffee cup on his desk with a small smear of coffee in the bottom. Daniel held me over the top of it then let me go. I dropped the six feet, splashing in the inch or so of cold coffee. I looked up just in time to see the lid being placed on. Then there was only the sounds of Daniel moving about for a few minutes, then nothing.

*****

I couldn't say how long I was left in the coffee cup. The time seemed to drag on to eternity. Although there was room for me to lay down, curled up, the layer of cold coffee stopped me from doing so. Instead, I sat down with my back against the wall, trying to pull myself together.

I knew that it was impossible for me to be only three inches tall and sitting inside an old cup, waiting for my room-mate to return. Yet here I was. It made no sense and yet it was real.

The same thoughts had been going through my mind over and over again for what seemed liked hours before I heard movement outside the coffee cup again.

I immediately sprang to my feet and started yelling and hitting the sides of the cup. I could hear voices, at least 2, possibly 3 or 4. Obviously they couldn't hear me. Either that or they were ignoring me.

The coffee cup shook suddenly and I felt like I was in an elevator again, going first up and then down at a rapid pace. As it was set down, I was knocked from my feet, falling flat in the coffee dregs. I got to my feet, dripping, just as the lid was taken off.

I looked up and nearly sat down again in shock. Peering down at me were three enormous faces. Daniel was to my left and two of his other friends, I think it was Pete and Jay peered in as well.

"Awesome, dude. You finally gave him what he deserves," that came from Jay.

"Yeah, the little fuck finally got put in his place," boomed Pete.

Daniel just smiled, looking superior. Obviously his ability to do this was not new to either of his friends.

"So who gets to stomp the little roach?" asked Jay, looking to Daniel for an answer. I held my breath.

"Go ahead, do it," Daniel shrugged his shoulders and disappeared from view.

I realised I was on the floor as the other two giants stood up to their full height. They must have been kneeling around me before.

Jay lifted his left leg and the bottom of his shoe came into view. He was wearing a pair of boots that I had seen him wear before. Black but with a light brown, rubber sole, the tread was deep. The foot moved over my cardboard prison and I screamed for mercy. Jay let his foot descend slowly onto the top of the cup, totally covering it with the heel of his foot.

I dropped to my knees and begged for my life as the walls started to crumple under the steady downward pressure from his foot. One wall buckled suddenly and the distance between me and oblivion halved. I hammered on the sole of his boot as it relentlessly pressed down. The space left me halved again as the cardboard buckled again.

I screamed as I lay curled on my side, Jay's boot continuing to press down. Just as it touched me and I thought I was dead, it was gone. I looked up at the sound of loud laughter to see the three giants looming over me, laughing at me.

Daniel reached down and picked me from the ruins of his cup, holding me in the palm of his hand. "Just a taste of what could happen to you if you don't do exactly what you're told. From this point onwards, your life is worth about the same as a cockroach. None of us will hesitate to smear you all over the floor if you disobey. Understand?"

I nodded. What else could I do. They had made their point very clearly. "Do as you're told and you could have a very long life. Don't and you die. Oh, and you can forget ever being returned to your previous size. As far as the world is concerned, you don't exist any more."

Daniel dropped me onto his desk from a height of a few inches (for him). I got to my feet and looked up at the three giants. Getting to used to the new perspective was dizzying but I gathered I was going to get plenty of practice.

"Pete wanted to borrow you for the day, but I get to play with the new toys first. He can have you tomorrow. If you're still alive, that is."

As he talked, Daniel was undoing his belt and pants. I nearly swooned as he pulled his massive dick out and slapped it on the table. It was semi-hard and hit the desk with a heavy thud. "Remember this? Get on!"

I looked at the four foot thick schlong. It must have been at least 7 feet long and wasn't even fully hard yet. The piss slit seemed to be staring at me. I shuddered as I realised I would be able to slid my arm inside it easily.

A shadow fell across me and I looked up to see Daniel's outstretched palm hovering over me threateningly. Swallowing my fear and remembering what he had said about disobeying, I ran over to where his cock waited. Not sure exactly what he wanted, I stopped to the side of his cockhead. I dragged myself onto the hot flesh and straddled it. As soon as I touched it, it started to harden more. It also started to raise up off the table by itself.

Daniel stepped away from the table and I grabbed hold of his cock as hard as I could to stop from falling off. I was half lying along it now, my arms trying to wrap around the beast below me but falling far short.

Daniel's hand appeared below his shaft and pushed it upright. I nearly fell off but hung on for dear life. I was nearly crushed as his cock slapped into his stomach. Fabric covered me suddenly as Daniel pulled on his briefs, holding his cock in place and keeping me sandwiched between his meat and his lower abdomen.

Almost all light disappeared as he did his pants up.

I couldn't believe I had finally gotten into this studs pants, literally!

I could only hang onto my position for a while before I started to slide down his massive shaft. I knew Daniel was moving but I couldn't tell what he was doing.

Eventually I was standing, with pubic hairs up to my waist, at the base of his cock. I was looking for a safe place to sit down when a massive jolt went through Daniel and I lost my balance. I tumbled through pubes as I slipped down below the shaft and next to his massive balls. I finally came to rest on fabric, right next to a testicle half my size. From the position of Daniel's thigh next to me, I guessed he was sitting down, that must have been what the jolt was.

I tried to get more comfortable but I must have tickled Daniel or pulled a hair or something because suddenly he moved and there was pressure from outside his pants. I guessed he was scratching his balls. I was pushed about and suddenly there was nothing for me to stand on. I tumbled down further, below his balls before getting caught by his underwear. It was sweaty where I landed and it took me a moment to realise I was right below his balls.

My world got jumbled up again as massive movement went on about me. Daniel must have stood back up and was walking. I was being tumbled about in his briefs and I worried about being crushed. It continued for several more minutes before it stopped.

I had just enough time to realise that I was right next to his puckered ring before I felt him sitting down again.

I screamed as I was pressed upwards by his tightening underwear. My face was pressed right against the two foot of wrinkled skin as Daniel's arse made contact with whatever he was sitting down on. For a moment I thought my skull would crack from the pressure, the rest of my body being turned into so much jelly, but then something gave way.

With a slight pop, my head slipped inside Daniel's arse. The muscled contracted around me almost immediately. I thought it was going to pull my head off. But then the muscles retracted for a moment. I tried to pull out but Daniel obviously had other ideas. I felt Daniel lift his arse up slightly and then there was directed pressure on my shoulders and feet. Daniel manipulated me through his pants, and then with a contraction of his powerful muscles, he sucked me right inside of him.

It was hot and wet and there was almost no air.

I thrashed and flailed, trying to fight my way back outside. I turned about every which way, trying desperately to find the exit. I didn't want to die up here.

My hand found the exit by accident, slipping through the tight muscle. With strength born of desperation, I pulled my head after it. I breathed deep with his ring around my neck. Then I screamed as pressure bore down on me from all directions. Daniel was clenching his butt, trying to suck me back inside. I fought for all I was worth, finally managing to pull my other arm free. With both arms outside and my shoulders, I could brace myself better. It felt like I was being ripped in two but I didn't care.

I realised that Daniel was walking now and he couldn't clench nearly as hard. He stopped and I could hear him talking to someone.

Light flooded in as he dropped his pants and I could feel him starting to sit down again.

At the last moment he pulled his underwear away and I saw what he intended. I screamed and renewed my struggles as I saw the massive cock aimed straight at me. I didn't know whose it was, but Daniel was going to drive me deep inside him by sitting on someone's cock.

I knew I'd never survive it.

Daniel had to relax his muscles if he intended that tower to be shoved inside him and I used that to my advantage. With a superhuman effort, I pushed as hard as I could. I fell right on top of the huge cockhead. For a moment I thought I was going back inside Daniel again as the cock pressed against his ring. But the cock retreated for a moment and I slipped free.

I fell onto another set of huge balls. I looked up to see the cockhead penetrate Daniel. I realised for the first time that I was covered in lube from my contact with the second dick even as Daniel lowered himself into it.

It slipped home with ease. I was forced to scramble again as Daniel's buttocks slid ever closer. If I didn't move now I'd be crushed by them.

With nowhere else to go, I dropped into the space between the legs of Daniel's fucker.

I lay there, in stupefied awe as the two massive giants had sex. Daniel repeatedly pulled himself up and down on the shaft of his lover. I could hear the moans of both mammoth men before they both climaxed.

Daniel stood up slowly, letting the shaft slip slowly free.

I came to my senses at last and started to flee down the canyon formed by the strangers legs.

I got to his knees before Daniel spotted me. His hand engulfed me in darkness before dropping me into a pocket of his pants as he pulled them on.

I never knew who the stranger was or if they had known that I was there.

*****

Daniel carted me around in his pocket for the next couple of hours. I wasn't able to get comfortable. I was either bouncing around as he walked or in an awkward position when he was sitting down for any length of time.

I was dragged out of my cloth prison without warning, Daniels fingers probing into his pocket and grasping my tiny frame.

I blinked in the sudden bright light as Daniel lifted me up to his face. "Who's been a naughty little boy then?" he boomed at me. I didn't like the look in his eyes as he spoke, "I know you've been dieing to fuck me for months, but don't you think that doing it with your hole body was a little over the top?"

I could tell it was a rhetorical question. After all, he had had a lot to do with it.

My captors hand plunged downwards suddenly and I found myself deposited on the coffee table. There was a fair amount of discarded take-away food containers and other miscellaneous crap scattered atop it.

Daniel walked away, headed towards his bedroom.

I immediately started looking for a way down. The drop from the coffee table to the floor was too far and although there was stuff on the floor that might have broken my fall, I wasn't game enough to risk it.

I walked over to an empty take away box and sat down on it.

Daniel left me there for about half an hour before he came back out of his room. He was wearing nothing except a pair of tight cut-off denim shorts. I swallowed nervously as he stopped near the coffee table, towering over me.

My eyes drank in the sight of this enormous man. His body was almost hairless, his arms and legs covered in only a light coat of blonde hair. I was level with his knees and even as I watched, they bent as Daniel lowered himself down. Now his crotch was directly in front of me. I could see that he was already getting hard. His meat was swelling in his pants, making his bulge bigger. As he watched me, I saw his cock gain definition through his pants as it crept up and to the right.

When he probably half way there, he started to fondle himself through the denim. I gulped at the sheer power that was on display in front of me. His cock was more than twice the size of me, in height as well as girth. His hand held more power than a 18 wheel truck, and here it was kneading the concealed tower of masculinity.

I could clearly see Daniels cock head through the denim now as he was fully erect. He bought his other hand in to help him undo the button of his shorts and he pushed them down and open slightly. The red tip of his cock emerged, already glistening with a smear of precum. He wrapped his hand around the tip, palm downwards on the head and slowly twisted his hand, smearing the precum around.

I realised I was almost panting. The size and power that was on display in front of me was intoxicating. I knew that I was rock hard and I longed to race over and grab hold of his massive shaft. Only the fear of being crushed between his hand and cock kept me from sprinting into action.

The sound of metal on metal was loud as he slowly dragged his zip downwards. With the eagerness of a coiled spring, his cock thrust itself into the open. Half of it was still concealed by his underwear and his balls were still inside his shorts, but the part that was showing, at least as tall as I was, pulsed. Again his hand wrapped around his exposed meat, spreading his juices and lubing himself up.

I took several steps forward before I realised what I was doing and forcibly stopped myself. By now I was close enough to Daniel that I was having to look up to see the head of his cock.

Daniels palm slipped behind his cockhead, his fingers spread wide and he pushed down and forward. As his shaft lowered towards me, it pushed its way clear of the constraining underwear. At the same time, Daniel let go of his shorts which slid away out of sight. Now only his bulging sack was hidden in his briefs.

I watched, transfixed as the tip of his cock was pushed down until it was pointing directly at me. I could see a short way into his piss slit, which was only a few feet away from me. Even as it stared at me, another pearl of precum oozed out. The tip of one of Daniels fingers caught the drop before it could escape and smeared it across the head. I could smell Daniels scent by now and it was trying to draw me closer.

Without realising I had moved, I found myself directly in front of his cock. My hands reached out and caressed the skin around his slit. I felt Daniel shudder at the delicate feel of my hands on his sensitive skin. His hand retreated back to the base of his shaft, wrapping around it, holding it in place before me. His other hand pushed his briefs down and away so his balls could hang free.

Movement out of the corner of my eye attracted my attention. Daniels free hand was approaching. Strangely, I had no fear at all anymore, we both seemed to be moving in synchronism. His fingers wrapped around me and swept my feet out from under me. With the same movement, he slid my body underneath his thick shaft, leaving my hands and face near its head. His hand withdrew, leaving me on my back beneath the throbbing meat that dwarfed me.

Instinctively, I wrapped my arms and legs up as far around his shaft as I could, even as I felt him press downwards on his shaft. I was beginning to get soaked in his juices but it didn't matter - I was too far gone to care about it.

Daniel started to gently and slowly thrust his hips back and forwards, maintaining the downward pressure on his cock. I could see that his palm was pushing down at the base of his cock, his outstretched fingers pointing towards the end. I slid back and forwards on the table top, clinging to his meat as hard as I could. The downward pressure was firm but not uncomfortable.

The speed of Daniels thrusts was increasing and more and more precum leaked out over me, his shaft and the table top, reducing the friction and increasing the intensity.

Taking a deep breath, I thrust my face hard into his slit, precum spilling out from it onto and around my face. I licked the hyper-sensitive skin inside it to the sound of an ecstatic groan from above.

The pressure was building, both downwards on me and deep inside Daniels body. I could feel it coming long before it arrived. A sense of self preservation made me withdraw my face but Daniel was having none of it. I felt his thumb on the back of my head, pushing my face even harder into the slit. The slit opened wider to accommodate me and my head slipped inside it, the outer flesh constricting around my neck.

I was acting like a plug at the end of his dick and couldn't breath. Panic started to set in and I flailed helplessly, only serving to increase the pleasure that Daniel was feeling.

He pressed down on me even harder, his thumb pushing harder at the back of my neck. The pressure inside his cock was continuing to build, unable to escape past the blockage of my face.

With a primal scream, Daniel came. Hot jism rocketed into my face, pushing my head backwards despite Daniels hold on me. My head popped free and cum exploded around me, splashing everywhere. More and more shots of hot juice blasted into me and I thought I would either be crushed under Daniels meat or drowned in his cum.

Finally Daniel stopped cumming and he released both his cock and me. I lay, stunned and choking, still trapped beneath his meat, surrounded by a pool of thick, white liquid.

Finally Daniel lifted his meat off me by the simple expedient of standing up. Cum dripped from the length of his shaft as he looked down at me. I must have made a sorry site, sprawled on my back in his juice, but he smiled at me. It wasn't a friendly smile, nor was it unfriendly. It spoke more of possession and pride in finding a new toy that could make him cum so spectacularly.

It also told me not to expect to return to my normal size. Ever.

The end.