Like Father Unlike Son

Sergio works as a computer programmer. He is 37 years old with thick dark head of hair, moustache and all day five-o clock shadow. His dark fur continues down his arms and chest vanishing into his underwear. He is your typical Italian stallion. He is well muscled without being overly big. Standing at 6foot two inches he is a very intimidating figure of a man. He has his own office downtown but often works from home. He is in a relationship with Tom his boyfriend only stays over a few times a week. This however is something that the pair of them have decided is going to change very soon. Tom is Sergio’s other half. He is much younger than the Italian stud at the tender age of just 19 years old and at 6foot five inches he is taller than his lover, although not quite as muscular. The school football jock which itself says he was in good shape. He is clean- with short-cropped blonde hair. Tom is going to college in the fall and the two have decided that Tom moving in would be more practical as Sergio only lives two blocks from the college Tom is going to attend. Karl is Tom’s father; He is 4two years old, 6-foot straight and has kept himself in good shape with visits to the gym at least two times a week. He is by no means in the same stature as Sergio, but for a man his age there is not middle age spread and his six-pack stomach is well visible through his thin cotton shirt. He knows nothing of his son’s lover and his sexuality. He also does not know about his son’s wish to move out of his home. Karl works in computer software sales and is often out selling his goods to small firms whom he tries to bully into buying his goods whether they want them or not.
It was one such trip that our story begins. Sergio was just shutting up his office for the day when Karl turned up at his door. Karl found that turning up late often prompted clients into buying software quickly just to be able to get off without too much delay. Sergio was not going to be quite the pushover he had hoped though. Walking into the office with out knocking Karl introduced himself.
“Karl Manson, sorry to be arriving so late. I know our appointment was earlier but you know how things are.” Karl was sure he could win another sale here. “There are lots of new viruses surging through the Internet these days. How would it be if one of these viruses got into your system and laid dormant? Then when you least suspect, wham, it eats away from within until it is too late. Well we have the only programme that can counteract any virus, both existing and yet to be invented.” He can see the big Italian man looking at his watch. He has to strike now. “Here let me load it into your system for you to take a look.”
Sergio continues looking at his watch. “Look Mr Manson, it is very late and I am expecting company tonight. I have lots to do. If you could possibly come back tomorrow.”
“No wait, it will only take a few minutes.” Karl was loosing this man. He had never lost a sale in his life. This man was not going to get rid of him that easily. “Look, Mr?”
“Sergio, you can call me Sergio.”
“Look Sergio, if you don’t have time to see it here, how about we share a cab and I show how this works on your laptop. We can do it on the move. That way you have lost no time.”
Sergio rubs his stubbled chin and looked at Karl as if contemplating the idea. “Look Mr Manson.”
“Please call me Karl.”
“Look Karl, you seem very insistent with this sale. What say you come back with me? I have some kind of virus in my home system. If you can prove that your programme can clear it then you have a sale. Not only do you have a sale but also I will recommend you to many of my clients.”
Karl’s eyes lit up like Christmas trees. He had thought he was going to have to give up on this sale, now it seemed like he would be getting more clients from it. This could not be better. “Look, while you hail a cab I am going to just get some money from the cash machine on the corner. I won’t be long.”
The two men left the building. Sergio managed to get a cab and sat there waiting for Karl. He stuck his head out of the window. “Look Mr Manson, Karl, I have to get going. Are you coming or not?”
Karl ran over to the cab. “Damn machines. It says my account has been closed. Mind if I make a call to the bank? I have to get this sorted.” Karl pulled out his cell phone and tried dialling. “What the fuck. Now my phone has been cut off. Jesus, what is going on today?”
“Hey Karl we are almost at my place. You can use my phone when you get there.” A slight smile crossed Sergio’s face. Karl noticed this and began to turn a slight shade of red. The drive to Sergio’s apartment seemed to take forever for Karl. This was not one of his better days.
The cab pulled up and both men got out. Sergio paid the cab and showed Karl to his apartment. “There is the phone; it’s all yours if you need to get in touch with your bank.”
“No, it’s all right. I can sort that out in the morning. Now where is this computer that is giving you trouble? This little beauty here will have it fixed in a second.”
Sergio showed Karl into the den where the computer sat at the far end of the room. This room had no windows so the light almost blinded Karl when Sergio switched it on. “Right Sergio, what exactly is wrong, what sort of problems does this virus cause?”
Sergio just shook his head. “It’s like nothing I have ever encountered before. Look it would be easier for you to see it than for me to try and explain. So why not switch on the computer and see for yourself. I’ll fix up both a drink. Beer ok for you?”
“Sure.” Karl replied as he switched on the monitor as Sergio left the room closing the door behind him. As the computer booted up the screen went electric blue with a small red dot in the centre. Karl had never seen anything like it before in his life. He wasn’t even sure if his programme would be of any use. Still he had nothing to loose, so he inserted the disk. It hummed as it loaded, but then the most extraordinary thing happened. The screen flickered and flashed, it was mesmerizing, almost hypnotic and Karl was sure he could make out the outline of a human figure that seemed to be getting smaller as he watched. He tried to tear his eyes off the screen but it was impossible. As he watched the figure on the screen become too small to see. The computer screen flickered again and the bulb in the light went out with a ping, then the screen went blank. Karl stood up in the darkened room and he felt his eyelids grow heavy. The next thing he knew was when he awoke on the floor. The computer was now off and the lights in the room were out. He sat up still feeling dizzy and disorientated. Nothing like this had ever happened to him before in his life. He heard the door behind him open and the lights came on. He could feel himself blush, as he felt so stupid at passing out like that. “What must Sergio think of him now? He was
Never going to make that sale. Hell when word of this got round he would probably never make another sale in his life.” As his vision focused he looked around the room. Something was wrong. This was not the same room he had been in when he collapsed. It was much too large. He got to his feet and walked over to one of the structures that was before him. It kind of seemed familiar, but not at the same time. Still rubbing his forehead, Karl looked up at the monstrosity of metal and almost fell backwards. No wonder it seemed so familiar, it was the computer chair he had been sitting in before he passed out, only now it was gigantic. He looked around the warehouse-sized room, and saw the huge figure of Sergio walking towards him, almost oblivious to the tiny man in his path. Karl screamed at the top of his lungs, hoping to get the attention of the giant as his huge wingtip shoes neared.
“Sergio, Sergio. I am down here. Please look down. Don’t step on me please.”
Sergio continued into the room towards the computer where he had left Karl only a few moments earlier. Sergio scanned the room looking for Karl and stopped just inches away from the tiny man. He stops and listens as he hears faint shouts from what seems like miles away. He looks around again, and with a grin looks to his shoes. There he spots the little man jumping up and down trying to get the attention of this giant. Sergio crouches down to get closer to the small man. “Sergio, please help me. I aren’t sure what happened.”
“Calm down, calm down little man.” Sergio tells Karl, holding out his flattened palm for the tiny man to climb onto. “Well get on, I aren’t going to stay crouching here to listen to you.” Karl moves cautiously towards the hand and clambers aboard. Sergio gets to his feet; careful not to let his tiny find fall. He takes the tiny man back to the lounge and drops him on the coffee table.
“Please you have to help me. I must only be about six inches tall.” Sergio takes a small plastic ruler out of his shirt pocket and holds it to the side of Karl. “What you doing with that?”
“Hey man, you were wrong, you are only five inches tall. Really short now aren’t you?”
“This isn’t funny, you have to help me, try and find a way to restore me to my full size. It must have been that virus on your computer did this to me. The screen it went...” Before Karl could finish Sergio interrupted.
“I know, I know. It always does that. Why do you think I never turn on the computer myself? It’s fun to see how you all react. Everyone seems to want to grow straight back.”
Karl just stands there with his mouth gapping open in shock. When he gets his voice back he yells. “What, you did this to me on purpose? You fucking bastard. You reverse it now. I demand you restore me.”
Sergio just laughs at the tiny ranting figure. “And what makes you think you are in any position to demand anything? I am the only one who is going to make any demands around here for the time being. And my first demand is for you to strip off those clothes you are wearing. I want to see what type of cute body you got.”
“What, no, no way. There is no way I am going to strip for you. You might be gay, but I am straight.”
Sergio drinks his beer from his glass. “Look little man. I am the big guy around here, you are the bug. Now strip for me.” Karl just stands there refusing to take his clothes off. “Look Karl, I am not a very patient man. Now I will only ask you once more. Strip for your master if you don‘t, I will see to it that you do it one way or another and you might not appreciate my way as much. Do you understand?”
Karl still refuses to budge. Small he may be, but he has the stubbornness of a giant. Sergio just shakes his head and reaches for the tiny man. Before he can move, the giant hand reaches and grabs him. He is lifted into the air kicking and yelling and dropped unceremoniously into the glass. He lands in the bottom where there is still a bit of froth from the beer. He gets to his feet and looks up at the giant standing over him.
“What and you think putting me in here is going to make me strip. What do you think I am? You might be able to try an intimidate me, but remember I am a bigger man than that.” Sergio just laughs and says nothing. This makes Karl feel a little uneasy, but he is determined to stand his ground. He stretches his head to try and see what his captor is doing. He can here the zip of Sergio’s fly being unfastened and he sees the giant penis bobbing about above his head. He stands there with his arms folded, as would a small child who is being defiant after a telling off. He almost topples over as the glass is lifted into the air. “Hey watch it, you could have hurt me.” He looks up to try and see where he is been taken. It is then that to tip of Sergio’s penis slips over the edge of the glass. Before he can turn his head, hot yellow piss rains down on him. It hits him in the face and as he tries to call out to his giant, he even swallows some of the steaming liquid. His clothes are soaked in urine and he can see it filling up the glass. When it is almost up to his shoulders, the showers slows down. He stares up at the giant cock above as the last few drops are shaken off. The last drop hits him in the face. “You bastard. I will kill you when I get out of this. You will go to jail, do you hear me?”
Sergio just laughs down at the tiny man. “No little man, I will not go to jail because you will never be big enough to tell anybody. Hell if I think you are going to become that much of a threat then I will just crush you like the bug you are.” With that the giant stuck his fingers in and pulled the urine soaked man from the bottom of the glass. Dropping him back onto the coffee table he grinned down at his new toy. “Well are you going to strip or stay in those wet clothes smelling of my piss?” With great reluctance, the tiny Karl began to take off his clothes. First came off his jacket and tie followed by his shoes been kicked off. He pick one up and threw it at his tormentor. He continued with his shirt and trousers. Lastly pulling off his socks. He stood there quite embarrassed at his almost naked state in front of a complete stranger. Although his boxers were soaking, he was determined not to loose all his dignity. Sergio looked on and gave an almost approving smile. “Nice body you got there Karl. Now how about showing me what you got hiding under those shorts there. It can’t be comfortable with them being wet and smelling like they do!”
Sergio reached his hand towards the frightened little man. “Fuck off and leave me alone. I don’t care how they smell. I am keeping them on.”
Sergio’s face became a little more serious than it had been since Karl had arrived. “We’ll see little men. We’ll see.” Karl began to back up as a giant hand moved closer to his body. Stepping backwards, he never even noticed the other giant hand moving behind his body. He almost tripped over his own clothes and as he fell backwards he was caught by Sergio’s other waiting hand. The giant brought the tiny man to his face and smiled as he brought a pencil up towards Karl with his free hand. “Well you had your chance little slave. In fact you have had several chances and still you choose to disobey me. Now I guess I will have to remove your underwear myself. Looks like this could be fun, for me at any rate.” The giant sniggers at his tiny captive as he moves the tip of the pencil towards the top of the boxers. The lead tip enters the top
Of the shorts and the tiny man kicks and yells more abuse at his master. This does not deter Sergio one bit. In fact he makes for slightly more fun for the giant. “Hey hold still Karl my boy or else the point might pull off whatever you got stored down there.” With a gulp in his throat at the thought of the pencil point ripping into his manhood, the tiny mans struggles die down. With the now still toy in his hand, Sergio easily pulls off the shorts with the pencil. “See I told you it would be fun. Wow, that looks like it could have been quite impressive if I had met you under different circumstances. Still, mine puts your tiny cock to shame. Hell mine puts your whole body to shame. Now for some more fun. Have you ever been fucked before Karl?”
“No you bastard, I told you, I am not gay. I have a girlfriend and a son. If he were here he would teach you a thing or two.”
“Oh Karl you are taking all the fun out of this. You should try it one day, it is the most exhilarating feeling you could ever experience, especially if you get a big juicy cock to forage around inside you. Hey I know why not try it right now?”
A look of total fear comes across the face of the tiny man. “What, no you can’t. You would rip my body apart. It would kill me. I am not gay.” Sergio chose to ignore the pleas of his captive and grabbed a roll of tape from the table at his side. Placing the tiny man on the coffee table, knowing he had no chance of escape, Sergio tore off five small pieces of tape. After he got the last piece, he made a grab for his little slave. Karl was pushed over by the giant hand and dragged back to the front of the glass topped table kicking furiously. With one finger pressing the middle of the tiny man’s back, Sergio put a piece of tape over it to hold him in place. When this was secure and the five inch Karl could not get up, Sergio proceeded to use the other four pieces on his tiny captives’ arms and legs. Sergio laughed as Karl struggled to escape his bindings. “Oh, what a pathetic excuse for a man you are Karl. So weak that you cannot even get free from ordinary household sticky tape. The little man struggled but could barely move, knowing his efforts were futile he gave up.
“Sergio, what are you going to do to me. You will kill me. You wouldn’t even be able to fit the tip in. Please, this is so unfair.” Karl was almost crying as he spoke.
The giant just laughed. Picking up the pencil, he touched Karl’s firm ass with the tip. This made Karl jump a little, as much as his constraints would allow. Sergio slowly moved the sharpened lead tip to the clenched buttock. “Hey Karl, relax. It will be much less painful if you relax. Just go with the flow. Who knows, you might even enjoy yourself?” Karl yelps as the point initially penetrates his puckered hole. It feels strange to Karl, a little uncomfortable. He begs his giant to stop, but this just makes Sergio laugh. The pencil moves deeper inside and Karl gives a little scream and then he moans. He can feel his penis stirring on the hard surface of the coffee table. He knows he should hate this. But for some reason it makes him feel aroused, stimulated even. It’s not nearly as bad as he thought. His moans get louder as it enters more deeply inside.
“Oh, oh, oh, god yes, god yes this feels so.... No this isn’t right, this is disgusting. Oh my god, no yes no oh god please this is.... God no, god this is just too....” Before the tiny man can say anymore he can feel his stomach wet with the sticky juices he has shot on the table under his body.
“See little man, I knew you would like it. You never know when my boyfriend gets here you might be able to have some fun with him. I know he would love to meet you.” Sergio is now beating his own erected pole as he is saying this. Arching his back as he moans with delight at his shooting load. Aiming his penis at his taped
Down captive, he shoots his cum onto the tiny mans back. It his with such force the it splatters everywhere. Karl looks over his shoulder just in time to receive a face full of cum. Sergio almost falls off the couch as he sees this happen. The tiny man is spluttering with a face of dripping cum. Hot and sticky, it drips down over his eyes. Unable to wipe it away he is force to lick it as it dribbles down his cheeks. He pulls a face at the sour salty taste. He drops his head in shame. Not only has he been subjected to anal sex, which on it’s own would have been bad enough, but to enjoy it as well and then to be covered from head to toe in another mans cum. He was in a way glad his son could not see him. Not because his son would think less of his father, but because he would probably take great pleasure in seeing him in such a situation. The cum, seeping down his naked body, makes the gum on the tape less sticky and Karl can begin to regain movement in his limbs. He can free one arm at least and with some wriggling the tape frees off his back. Using his free arm he is able to release his other arm and legs. Crawling over the table out of the pool of cum, he hears the door to the apartment.
“Hi Sergio, I have been thinking about you all day.” Karl recognises that voice. It is or at least to his diminutive ears, sounds somewhat like his son, Tom. But why would Tom be here. Karl gets to his feet to see that it really is Tom. “I am saved,” he says to himself. “Tom, Tom, it’s dad, I am down here. Tom help me please.” Tom can’t hear the cries of his tiny father and Karl knows this. Looking around, he decides if his son won’t come to him, then he must try to get to his son. He hoists himself off the edge of the table and with great hesitation slowly climbs down the carved wooden leg. Almost slipping a couple of time, he eventually makes it onto the wooden floor below. Running as fast as he can he makes good headway round the sofa to where he saw his son walk. Nearing his son’s shoe, he calls again. “Tom, down here. You have to hear me, you just have to.”
“Well honey, how did it go?” Tom asks Sergio. Did my dad make his annoying visit to your office? I told you he would.” Karl stops. He can’t believe his son warned this monster about his visit. What was he thinking of? “So where is he? I didn’t see him here. But I noticed his briefcase.”
“Tom, I am here Tom. You have to help me.” The tiny Karl is jumping up and down in front of his son. Tom hears the squeaks and looks around, then his vision heads towards his feet. He spies the tiny naked figure, hopping around, waving his arms in the air and crouches down for a closer look. He reaches out to grab the tiny creature. Karl’s instinct tells him to run, and he begins to move, but the giant fingers are too fast. They wrap around his naked body. The heat from them makes Karl feel flushed. As he is raised into the air, Tom recognises it as his own father, albeit much smaller. “Tom, you have to get out of here. You don’t know what he is capable of. He did this to me. He is gay you know. A total fag. He, he even raped me with a pencil. You just have to get away. Take me with you. Go to the authorities.”
“Whoa dad, calm down. You are getting this all out of perspective. I already know Sergio is gay.” Karl’s jaw drops. “More than that, I am gay, we are lovers.”
“No, no son of mine is gay. You can’t be.”
“Dad, I am.” Tom looks sternly at his father gripped in his fingers. “Not only do I know he is gay, but I knew he was doing this to you. We decided to do it, no I decided to do it to you.”
“No Tom. Now you make me my full size immediately. This has gone far enough. This isn’t funny. I am your father.”
“Dad, shut it. You are in no position to give any orders around here. Hell you are lucky that Sergio was in a good enough mood to keep you alive. The last guy who crossed him, well let’s just say that stain on the carpet wasn’t there before he was crushed.”
“Tom, don’t do this. I am your father. I love you.” Karl yells, worried that he may succumb to the same fate as the guy who is now a stain. Tom dumps his tiny naked father down on the coffee table as Sergio enters the room with two beers. He slams the two cold bottles down at either side of Karl, almost touching him with the cold glass.
“Thought you could do with a cold one lover.” Sergio says leaning over to kiss Tom.
Karl looks over in disgust; still not able to believe his son is gay. “Hey stop that; don’t touch my son like that.” He yells.
“Awe dad, shut it will you. Sergio has given me more love in the time I have known him than you have in the last 19 years.” With this he slams his socked feet up on the table, pressing his father between his hot sweaty sole and the cold damp bottle. “Hey dad, why not show me how much you care and rub my feet. I have been doing track for hours and they really are dead.” Karl looks disgusted and refuses to do his son’s orders.
Sergio turns his head and focuses his gaze on the tiny man. “Well Karl, take off those socks, be a dutiful. Show Tom how much you love him.”
“Yea dad, do some work for once real work?” Tom wiggle his sweaty toes above his tiny father.
“But they are a size 1five, they are huge. I won’t do it. And Tom you can drop that attitude right now young man. You can‘t order me about like that”
Tom grins down at his miniature father. “Yes I can old man. I can do what I like. You are in no position to stop me. Now get to work slave, pull them off for me.”
“Slave, you are calling me slave?” Karl asks in a meek voice. “But Tom why? Why did you do this to me?”
“Because I can daddy dearest, that is why. You always looked down on me; nothing I ever did was good enough. Well now I am the one looking down on you so you had better get used to it.” The tiny man can see he has no choice, for the time being at least. He moves to the ankle and tries with all his effort to pull off the sock but with no luck. It is covered with sweat and the smell is disgusting. “Awe, isn’t he sweet?”
Both Tom and Sergio laugh at the pathetic job their tiny slave is doing. “Looks like he needs some help?” Sergio comments. “Here let me give you a hand?” Sergio kneels on the floor at his lover’s long feet and knocks the tiny man out of the way, pulling off the wet socks one at a time.
Tom, in slight thought mutters. “How sad, once full grown 6 ft tall man can not even take his young son's socks off, all he did was beat his son who is now a giant to him.”
As Tom says this, Sergio pulls off the second he drops it onto the five inch Karl. The tiny man struggles to get the smelly wet piece of cloth off him, but only succeeds in getting himself trapped inside. Coughing from the smell, Karl falls down to the toe as Tom picks it up. Tiny man struggles to get to his feet as his new prison is raised into the air. He can make the images of his two giant captors through the worn weave in the sole of the sports sock. Karl kicks and yells frantically is his sock prison as the rank foot odour of his son and the dampness of the sock almost knock him out. His futile attempts at escape are made worse with the stench and the fact that both men are ignoring his pleas.
Tom rubs Sergio’s midsection as his lover asks. “Tom, what should we do with his now? He is your father and so it should be up to you how we treat him?”
Tom gets a gleam in his eye. “Oh that is simple, I think we should get him used to taking orders and obeying them. After all he is now our pet, our toy, our slave. He isn’t just mine. If it were not for you he wouldn’t even be in this situation.”
Sergio gets up off the couch and heads out of the room. “I am glad you said that. When you told me you wanted me to do this to your dad, I got him a little present.” Tom is curious but waits with anticipation to see what his lover could possibly have got his tiny father as a gift. Looking closely at the still fighting little man in the sweaty sock. “Awe, dad, look Sergio must like you. He has bought you a present. He is just getting it for you. You are so lucky. To have the both of us to take care of you.” The miniature man stops his struggles as his son speaks. Sergio returns to the room with a small guilt ornamental cage. He places it down on the table at Tom’s huge feet.
“His home.“ Sergio announces as he opens the latched door on the front and Tom unceremoniously empties the contents of the sock onto the cold metal floor. Karl lands with a bump as he hits the ground. He checks himself over; glad that at least it is only his pride that is hurt.
“Hey dad, think as this as your retirement home.” Both men laugh.
“No. Tom please. Change me back. I won’t press charges for this. Please you just can’t leave me like this.”
Tom Slams the door shut and puts on a tiny padlock to make sure his father does not escape. “Oh, isn’t he cute. I should have done this to him years ago.”
Sergio moves his face near the cage. “Hey Karl.”
The little man runs to the bars. “What?” Gripping the bars with his tiny hands he looks up in hope.
“There is no reverse for that programme, not yet. I would have got one done had I not had the likes of you interrupting my work. So I guess you only have yourself to blame.”
Karl bangs on the bars. “No, no this can’t be true. If you can’t restore me, would you let me go? I am not some kind of pet. Please.”
“No way dad, you are much more fun at this size than you ever were at 6 foot. Besides, how on earth would you survive at your size? You wouldn’t last five seconds in the big world.” Tom laughs hysterically at this. Tom points to the bags he brought in when he arrived. “See those, that’s my stuff. This is my new home. Our new home. By our I mean Sergio and me. You got yours there. You are after all just our pet.”
Sergio interrupts at this stage. “After all no one is going to miss you. Tom has seen to that, right lover?” Sergio gives Tom a wink.
The tiny man still hugs the bars. “What do you mean? Of course I will be missed. People will be looking for me.”
“No dad, they won’t. We have had this planned for ages. I sent a letter of resignation from you to your office last week. They knew that today was your last day. And the lease on your apartment has been cancelled. As you have a new job in Australia, you didn’t need to keep it on. Your bank accounts have all been transferred into my name.”
“Oh yes, Karl that is why you had so much trouble with your phone and cash card.” Laughs Sergio. Tom’s cell phone rings and he leaves the room to take the call.
Karl is furious at what he has just been told. “What, how dare he. I will ground him. I’ll ground him for life.”
“Hey little guy, don’t you forget who are the bosses around here? If anyone is going to do the grounding it will be Tom, to you. Well to be more precise he wouldn’t ground you; he will grind you into the ground, so watch what you say in future.”
Karl’s mouth drops, you can almost hear it hit the floor of the cage. “Don’t worry little man, I am sure we will be able to find you your own little fuck buddy to keep you company, so you won’t be alone for long.”
“What do you mean? You can’t do this to my girlfriend. She has done nothing wrong. Please, I beg you.”
“Don’t worry it won’t be here. We have someone much more fun than that. A cute guy for you to share your life with. This is a guy‘s pad, no women allowed here.” Sergio blows the tiny Karl a kiss. “But until then, you can make yourself useful by making your master cum. I need so relief and you will do just fine.” As He reaches into the cage, Karl backs away as if he had somewhere to escape to. Tom walks back into the room as Sergio’s fingers wrap around their tiny pet’s body and brings him out into the open. “Ah just in time. Do you want to join me? I have big plans for our lodger here.”
“Tom please help me son, don’t let him do this. I am your father after all.” The five-inch man begs.
Tom looks very pleased with himself. “No babe, I got things to take care of. And you.” He points to Karl. “You, I am going to call in on your girlfriend. Tell her you have done a runner, like you always do. She will believe me. I set the seeds in her mind over the last few weeks. And Karl don’t call me son. I am not your son; you are not my dad. You are our slave or pet. Get that? We are your giant captors, so I would do anything the Sergio says while I am out. If I was as tiny as you, I would.”
“Hey honey, your dad is going to wrestle with my cock, who do you think will win?” Both giants grin at the tiny pet as Sergio makes this comment.
“Bye slave, see you later lover. By the way while I am gone, why don’t you train our slave up a bit, and tell him some of the house rules. And we need a new name for him, something that fits his new role in life. Can you give it some thought and we can compare notes when I get back?” The two big men kiss as Tom leaves the apartment.
After Tom has gone Sergio place Karl on the sofa as he strips in front of the tiny man. “Don’t even think of running Karl, or I won’t hesitate to stomp you into the carpet.” Karl believes this to be true and so stays where he is watching the mammoth man undress. He is impressed if not a little intimidated at the perfect body of his captor. “Ah you like what you see, well don’t drool little man. Now for the rules. Rule one, Tom and I are masters, your master and you are nothing. Rule two, you do exactly what we say and you have no say over anything. You just obey.”
“This is ridiculous, I am at least five years older than you and I am over twice as old as Tom. I should have a say in what happens to me.” The little man is angry at these rules.
Sergio lowers his naked body onto the leather couch next to Karl. “You may be older, but you are only the size of a mouse, and a little mouse at that. You are so tiny and insignificant, and things your size have no opinions, do you understand?” With that, a giant hand reaches out and wraps the solid fingers around Karl’s tiny naked body. He is lifted into the air and dropped into the forest of thick dark pubic hair. It is waist high to the tiny man. Standing at the base of the cock the little Karl just looks in amazement. He knew it would be big, but he never expected it to be this size, and at the moment it wasn’t even hard. “Yes slave, it is big. So you have your work cut out. Get that giant baby stiff my little one.”
“Please Sergio, before I begin, can I make one small request?” Sergio finds the use of the word small amusing as his pet begins to plead his case. “It is that you don’t rename me. I am not a pet. I should be allowed to keep my own name. Tom said he wanted to change it. Please, it would be so unfair. You have taken away my life, my freedom, and my dignity. Don’t take away my identity, it is all I have left.”
Sergio looks thoughtful. “Well Karl, I can’t promise anything, but if you please me, I will consider talking to Tom about it. But you have to make it worth my while. Nothing is free in this life you know? Talking about pleasing me, I can‘t feel that cock of mine getting hard can I?”
Karl lowers his head and turns to face the giant cock before him. He struggles through the thick mass of wiry hair. He takes a deep breath and wraps his arms around the semi stiff flesh. Just with his first touch, he can feel it move. Using his feet to pummel the base of the shaft, it begins to rise off the ground. He has to keep a tight grip as he is lifted into the air. He keeps massaging with his feet and hands. He looks below and can see Sergio’s huge balls hanging below him. He shimmies up and can feel the smooth helmet of the perfect cut cock. His very touch makes the head twitch. This makes him almost fall off, but the tiny man manages to keep his hold. As he slides across the top he can see the slit opening before him. He looks up at his master to see his grinning face staring down at him. As he tries to keep his balance on the head, he begins to massage the inside of the hole. He knows he is doing a good job when he hears Sergio moan. As he works, almost wanting to throw up, he can feel the slick pre-cum, bubbling up, dripping over the head. This makes it more difficult for him to keep hold. He can feel his grip loosening and he slides off he head. With a yell he falls off the monstrous tower. He lands with a thump onto his master’s leg.
The giant laughs. “Come on Karl, it’s getting soft. You need to get working it again.” Karl jumps to his feet and races to the base of the cock and begins to hump it again.
He looks over at the giant behind him. “Please Sergio, this is just too big. There is no way I can do this.”
“Hwy there little one, don’t get too familiar, I am master and don’t you forget that. But you look so pathetic, let me help you.”
Karl looks over with his head bowed a little. “T-t-thank you m-m-master.” He sees out of the corner of his eye that the huge mans fingers are moving towards him. They wrap around his fragile body and the penis as one, trapping the tiny man against the cock. He can feel the blood pulsing through the hot flesh next to him. As Sergio, rubs the tiny figure against his cock, he moans, tightening his grip without realising it. He can feel himself ready to blow as his balls contract. “Aahhhhh you are crushing me you fool, stop you are going to kill me.”
Although he is moaning with pleasure he can hear the tiny mans words. “Hell slave, you will never learn will you? Maybe Tom was right, maybe you do need a new name.” He can feel his load pumping up his huge erection as it spurts out like a geyser, it seems like it is never going to stop. Karl can feel the cock deflating as his master loosens his grip. Panting, the giant drops Karl into the middle of the pool of hot cum on his stomach. “Well there you are, food from the gods, eat up little man. I want to see it all gone. What ever you don’t eat now will be saved for later.”
Karl lands with a splat in the pool. He pulls his body off and looks in disgust at the cum now covering his chest. He is too scared to protest and gets on all fours. He grabs some in his hands and brings it up to his mouth. He tastes the sweet/sour mix of the cooling liquid. It makes him feel sick, but he continues to eat, knowing he must try to do as he is told. This does not make things any better though. He glares up at Sergio with humiliation, and his god can see the anger building up in his slave’s face. “Oh, is the little man getting angry? Well fuck you slave. You are here to serve, to learn.” With that, Sergio reaches for the pencil on the table. With his free hand he presses the tiny man back down in the cum.
Spluttering and seeing what his captor has got he begins to freak out. “No, please, I will eat it all. Look I am eating.” The tiny man begins to shovel the white mess into his mouth, swallowing quickly to make way for more. As Sergio begins to force the pencil tip into his pet’s ass, the little man kicks and screams. “No. No please. Ahhhhhhhhh. Why are you so mean to me? What have I ever done to you?” The tiny man sobs as the pencil is forced into his tight hole.
“It’s nothing personnel, I am just showing you your place. I am doing it because I can. Hell who am I kidding, it is personnel. You are such an asshole, you deserve it.”
Crying with both shame and pain, he whimpers. “I do know my place. I am little and weak. You are big and powerful. Is that what you want to hear?”
Sergio gives the pencil a twist. “Is that good little bug?” Karl shakes his head, tears running down his face. “Really? Then why is there the feeling of a tiny erection on my belly? I think you are enjoying this more than you are letting on. You love this really don’t you?” He shakes his head in defiance again. “Hey there, you should be proud, it may be small now, but it sure as hell was big at one time.”
As Sergio is pulling out the pencil, Tom opens the door. “Hi there, babe. Look who I found?” A tall hulking man of about 25 follows Tom. Sergio slips Karl into his cage and rushes out of the room. He returns a few minutes later in his dressing gown. “This is Marcus. He is Karl’s son. Who would have known hey? A half brother. Funny how dad never told you! Marcus, this is, my boyfriend. Take a seat. I need to speak with Sergio.” He grabs his lover by the sleeve and takes him into the bedroom. “Babe, we have to. He came to stay with dad. If dad doesn’t turn up he will think it is suspicious. I know we were going to get that idiot down at the club to join dad, but we have no choice.” He sees Karl stood at the bars listening. “You bastard. Why didn’t you tell Marcus about me? Was I that much of a disappointment? Were you that ashamed of me? Sergio, could you go take care of Marcus? I need to speak to dad alone. We have stuff to sort out.”
“Sure babe, I bet he would love to see my old computer, what do you think slave?”
“Tom, stop him. You can’t let him do that to Marcus. He is my son, your brother. We are all family. Son what is becoming of us?” Tom slams the door behind Sergio as the older man, takes Marcus into the spare room.
Tom picks up his tiny father and throws him onto the bed. “You fucking little shit. We got to talk.” He kicks off his shoes and climbs on the bed, stretching his long feet in front of his dad. Almost hitting him with his left foot.
“Hey watch it son, you almost crushed me there. Now what is it you want to talk about?” The tiny man asks nervously.
Tom leans in and pushes his father over. “You spent my entire college fund on Marcus. You spent what was meant for my future on a brother who you didn’t even tell about me. What, didn‘t you think I‘d find out? When I had no money to pay for college did you not think I would notice? Do I look that stupid?”
“Look son let me explain. Marcus came over after his mother died. He had no one else. He needed the money for a new car. Hell what am I doing explaining this. It was my money. Your mother never saved anything. You are a fit man; you can easily get a football scholarship. You don’t even need the money. Marcus did. Look son, I got a deal for you.”
Tom looks at the pathetic form of his five-inch father. “Oh yea and what you got to offer in a deal?”
“My car, you can have my sports car, I will sign it over to you.”
“You silly little man, I already have your car, you signed it over to me already. It’s amazing how easy your signature is to copy. Now, about my college fund. I guess I could always sell you to the highest bidder, which should fetch in some money, no wait. Why don’t I just hire you out? That way I get to keep you and get the money.” Tom glares at his tiny slave.
“No wait, Tom.”
“Why what do you have to offer?” Tom snarls back at the tiny man.
Karl looks up at his son, hurt. “But Tom, I am still your father. No matter how small I am, I will always be your father.”
“You know something. Not even that is true is it Karl. Mum told me. She was having an affair. She told me. She also told me that you knew; you knew all the time. I am not your son. That is why you always treated me the way you did. That is why Marcus always came first. That is why you never told him I existed.”
Karl begins to turn red in the face. “She had no right to tell you that. She was a whore and I still stayed with her. Did she tell you who it was she slept with? Did she, well did she? No I didn’t think she would.”
“You are not my father; you are not even related to me. So you mean nothing to me.”
“Well there Tom, that shows what you know. I am related, Marcus is related. He is not your brother. He is your cousin. I am your uncle. That’s right. George is your father.” Karl looks smug with his announcement.
Tom is almost in tears. “Why, why didn’t he look after me?”
“He didn’t know you were his. He always thought you were mine. Your mother was just a fling. She meant nothing to him. I was the one who brought you up as my own child. Now can’t we work something out? It should be George who is here, not me. I am the good guy. I did everything for you.” Karl looks at Tom with hopes of compassion in the giant’s eyes, but there was none.
“You did nothing for me. You undermined me at every turn. Nothing I ever did was good enough. You treated me like, like, like my mother’s bastard son. Now on your knees and kiss my foot. Lick my toes slave.” Tom’s hate for Karl is growing.
Karl moves to the left foot and hugs it. “See Tom, I still love you. Look how good I am. I forgive you son.”
“I am not your son, get that straight now. Now lick my toes; lick between each and everyone while I decide what to do with you.” Tom feels relief at the power he now has over this man.
“Tom, it is sweaty there, it stinks. Please this is so demeaning.”
“You are a liar, a thief and my slave. Now clean while I am still in a good mood.” Karl walks over to the foot and wipes the toes dry with his hands. “Stick you head in there or I will do it for you and you have to eat anything you find there got it?”
Karl reluctantly pushes his head between two of the toes. The smell is over powering. Tom always had sweaty feet, but during practice they were worse. He licked and pulled a face of total disgust. After two toes he stepped back.
“Is that good son?”
“I have told you, I am not your son. Now get back to work and I will tell you how you were when you have finished both feet.” As Karl continues with his foot session, Sergio is in the other room with Marcus.
“So how did it feel to find out you have a big brother?” Sergio enquires.
Marcus looks at Sergio with distaste; just the look on his face was enough to say how he disapproved of two men having a relationship with each other. “What do you mean big brother? I am older than he is. And as you can see, I work out quite a bit more than he does.”
“Hm, whatever.” Sergio just shrugs off the looks. “Do you like computer games? I got a new one. You can have a go if you like. Tom might be a while with Karl yet.” He leads Marcus into the spare room. “The computer is over there; the game is already loaded. All you have to do is switch on the monitor. I’ll get a drink. Have fun short stuff.” Sergio leaves the room giving Marcus a wink as the studly son turns to look at Sergio with a look of loathing. As the door clicks shut, Sergio can see the flashing lights under the door. “Ten minutes and it will all be over.” He says to himself.
Karl has just finished the last toe of Tom’s second foot and is almost ready to throw up.
“Tom, I have finished. Now what?” The tiny man asks hoping to be given some time off. Picking up his tiny slave, without the care of if he has hurt him or not, he throws the tiny man into the cage. He lands on the metal floor and feels as if he has done himself some harm on his ankle. “Tom, Son, I love you. I love you more than Marcus. You are my son, you always will be.”
“Quit your whining slave. You are really getting on my nerves. Look, no matter what you say and how you might try to change my mind, you can never grow back. Do you understand?”
Sergio, still only in his robe, walks into the spare room and seeing the now tiny Marcus on the floor, still passed out, nudges the tiny body with his toe. This stirs the tiny Marcus and he sits up groggily as he is trying to get his bearings. Sergio crouches down and grabs for the tiny body before he can get to his feet. He lurches up as the giant stands. Holding his new pet to his new pet to his face, he smiles and breathes over him. “See, I was right. You are Tom’s little brother after all.”
The little figure, as cocky as ever begins to shout abuse. “You queer bastard. What have you done to me? My dad will kill you for this.”
“Tom was wrong.” Sergio laughs down on his prize. “You are more stupid than you look. Your dad is in no position to help you. He is just like you, you idiot.”
Sergio walks out of the spare room, at the same time as Tom walks out of the bedroom with his caged slave. “Ah, Tom, now we can reunite father and son. Marcus wants his dad to help him.” Both giants roar at this as Sergio opens his hand to show Tom their new toy. Tom puts down the cage and grabs for Marcus. Without any thought of the harm he may inflict, he begins to strip his new pet. Ripping off every item of clothing. “Hey Tom, be careful. You don’t want to damage your brother before we have had time to play with him.”
Once the little man is naked, Tom flings him into the cage along with Karl. “He isn’t my fucking brother, is he Karl?” Sergio looks on shocked. “I got a call to make. I want my dad to come over and see what kind of mess he has caused.”
Sergio, not liking how Tom is acting grabs him. “Tom, sit, now. What is all this about? You have to tell me. You are just making no sense at all.”
Tom takes a seat and kicks the cage with his two tiny prisoners in it. The bare sole of his right foot pressed against the bars. “Babe, it is Karl, the little bastard; he is not my father. After they were married my mum slept with my Uncle George. It is he who is my real dad. Karl knew all this. He always treated me like an outsider. He was even so ashamed of me that he never told Marcus that I existed. Now the little shit wants me to treat him like a loving son. I can’t. I hate him.”
“What are you going to do?” Sergio hates to see his lover this upset. He glares over at the two cowering men in the cage.
Tom begins to crack a smile. “Don’t worry babe. The worst thing we can do to those two is keep them alive. Keep them as our pets forever. That would be worse than anything else in the world would. And as for my dad!” Tom grabs the phone. “Hello, is that Uncle George? Hi there, yes this is Tom. It’s dad...Could I meet you?............Well I am worried about him............................No he has given up his job and his apartment......................No he is here at a friends home..........................George you are great.................No, you don’t know what this means................................Look what say I pick you up...Yea, I’ll be there in about ten minutes...Ok, see you soon...No George, ok, bye.” Turning to face the cage. “Well there slave, that was easy. Soon your brother will be joining you. Have you ever met your Uncle George, Marcus?”
Sergio moves in closer and kisses his lover. “Tom, you handled that so well. What do you want me to do? I can leave so you can talk with your dad.”
“Hell no, but there is one thing you can do. You can reset the programme on the computer. George was always such the big I am, he should be the smallest of the group.” He looks over at his other two slaves. “Hmmmmm, they are five inches; so I think George should be no bigger than two. What do you say Karl? Want your big brother to be the baby of the family?”
“Tom, you can’t do this. You just can’t shrink people. We all have lives. It was bad enough doing this to me.” Karl is gripping the bars.
Marcus joins him. “Hey you fucking queer, grow me back. I have a girlfriend. I have a life.”
“Shut it you, your only life is to serve Sergio and me. I got to go now, but you must do as your other master says. He is in charge while I am gone. And ask Karl there. My lover has the right and power to snuff out your life if he feels it is necessary. I will have no problems if I come home and one of you is, well, gone.” With that Tom slips on his shoes and grabs his car keys. He kisses Sergio on the lips and whispers. “Take care babe, work them good.” He gives a wink and leaves.
Sergio takes off his robe and sits on the sofa in front of the cage. “Right you two; show me what you can do. I want to see you Marcus fuck your father.”
Marcus moves to the bars. “No way you fucking fag. I am straight and I aren’t doing any man. Certainly not my own father.”
Karl moves to his son. “Marcus, it isn’t worth it. Do as he says. He could kill you. Please, I love you, but I will forgive you for doing this.”
“Dad, what is wrong with you? Are you turning queer too?” As Marcus shouts at his father, a giant hand enters the cage pulling out the hulking tiny jock out.
Holding his captive to his face, “Well you little shit, you had your chance. I guess it is you who is going to be fucked now. I hope you are going to like your daddy’s cock up your ass.”
The tiny man struggles. “You fucking queer. Put me down, Leave me alone.” Sergio orders the tiny Karl to climb out of the cage.
As the tiny man drops onto the table, Sergio drops some thread at his feet. “Here slave, ties his hands up.” Sergio lowers the hand holding Marcus to the table. “Well, little bug, get on with it. I haven’t got all day.”
Looking his son in the eyes. “Marcus, I am sorry. I do love you. Please forgive me.” He grabs his sons waiving arms and with the help of Sergio, manages to tie a piece of thread around each wrist and each ankle. Sergio leans forward and slaps Marcus against the sole of his foot, the tiny face pressed against the flesh. Karl ties both strings from the wrists together over the top of the foot as he does the same with both ankle restraints. Marcus is now strapped to the sole of his master’s foot.
Sergio looks down at Marcus. “Well little slave, after this you might have wished you had fucked your dad instead.” Turning his attention to Karl. “Well little man, you know what to do, so do it.”
Marcus turns his head. “Dad, you do this and I will fucking kill you.” Karl sobs as he moves closer to his son’s back. Pressing his hard penis into his tiny son’s crevice. “Dad, I warned you...No, no NOOOOOOOoooooooo.” Marcus is brought to tears with the pain. He feel more degraded than he ever thought he could have. It feels like his own father has raped him. His tight ass is been fucked by his dad. He just doesn’t understand why his dad, how his dad could do this. Sergio grins and wraps more thread round his foot, securing Karl to the back of his tiny son. Now even when Karl has finished he is still tied to his son’s back. Sergio loves every second of the pain and humiliation he is putting both men through. He is whacking his own giant cock off as the men cry and fuck. Bending his foot up so he can see the sole, he aims his throbbing head towards his tiny captives. As he is ready to shoot, it hits Karl in the back. It splatters over his bare skin, sending small spatters onto the other tiny man. It drips down the faces of both little men. Sergio is enjoying his torture so much, he barely hears the car pull up outside. With only seconds to spare, he throws on his robe, and slides his sweaty socks back onto his feet, hiding his tiny captive. “Now a single word from either of you and I slam this foot on the floor. Do you get that?” He hears the pitiful cries from his slaves as Tom Enters the apartment.
“Sergio, this is my Uncle George, George, this is Sergio.” The handsome hunk that Tom has brought in reaches over to shake hands with Sergio. Noticing the small amounts of cum on Sergio’s hand he decides against it.
“Well Tom where is this fool of a dad of yours? Let me speak to him.” Tom shows George into the spare room.
“He left a message on the computer uncle. I think you ought to read it.” As George moves to switch on the screen, Tom leaves the room. Back in the lounge, “Where are they?” Sergio lifts his socked foot and wiggles it. Tom peels off the cum soaked sock and bends double at the pathetic sight that he sees. “Shall I take them off?”
Sergio grins and nods. “I think they have gone through enough for now.” Untying the two tiny men, Tom gabs them and drops them back into the cage where they collapse on the floor. Marcus curls up into a ball and sobs. Never has he been so defenceless. He has always been the strong one. No one has ever got the better of him until now.
Tom smiles at his lover, kisses him on the cheeks and goes into the other room to collect their last addition, the two-inch George. He quickly returns with a big grin on his face. Holding his open palm out in front of the cage he asks. “Karl, how would you like to see your big brother now. Not such a big man anymore is he?” Both Marcus and Karl run over to the bars and stare. There in the centre of his palm is the tiny George, less than half their size. George is still unconscious as Tom move his tiny body away. “Hey lover, would you like to do the honours and strip him?” Sergio picks up the little man and begins to take off all his tiny clothes. Once he is naked, Tom leans over and gently blows on the tiny man. As the warm breath flows over the naked body of Tom’s tiny father, he stirs. Sitting up, not knowing where he is and why his clothes have gone. He begins to shake as he realises he is sitting in the palm of Tom’s hand.
“Tom, Tom, what has happened? You have to help me, to try and reverse what happened.”
Tom laughs. “George, I did this to you. I shrank you on purpose.”
“What, Tom, why? What have I done that made you want to do this to me?”
“Oh, George, don’t act so innocent. Or should that be dad.” George looks on in disbelief. “Dear me little man; did you think your secret would be safe forever? Well since you are now my father, I think you need to get to know me a little better.” George looks confused. Tom moves his hand over his sweaty shoe and tilts it. Before he knows what is happening he is sliding off into the shoe. He lands on the soft insole with a thud. He looks up at his giant son, looming over the shoe. The scent is overpowering even at the heel end of the shoe. Sergio hovers his bare foot over the top of the shoe.
“Tom, no, you can’t. You’ll crush me; your friend will crush me.” The little man yells up terrified. Tom grins at the two caged slaves as his lover lowers his foot, slipping his toes into the shoe. George has no choice but to run, he heads down the shoe, the smell getting worse. He looks over his shoulder as the toes follow him in, wiggling as the enter the shoe, moving closer to him. He is now crouched in the toe of the shoe, his eyes closed. The foot continues to move nearer to the tiny man. He can feel the nails of the toes touch his bare skin, but only just. He is still alive. He opens his eyes to see the toes close, but not touching. He breaths a sigh of relief as the foot slowly moves out. As it exits the shoe, light pours in and the smell becomes less pungent.
As the tiny man runs up the shoe to breathe fresh air, Tom grins down at him. “Isn’t it lucky that my boyfriend doesn’t have feet as big as mine?” He reaches for the shoe and spills the tiny man onto the floor. “Ok dad, you missed so much while I was growing up. Now that I am grown, I guess it is me who picks what games to play. Let’s play cat and mouse. That means you have to try and escape while I try to crush you. Now get moving. Go on, I will crush you if I catch you.”
Frightened, the little man begins to run. Tom slams his foot on the floor, missing George. He slams his other foot in front of the running man. He doesn’t have time to swerve and hits the foot, landing on top of it. Before he has time to climb down, the huge bare foot lifts into the air. George grabs on for dear life. Sergio picks the little man up and pops the struggling man into his lover’s mouth. His struggles are futile as the two giant’s kiss, passing the tiny captive from one mouth to another. He is passed back and forth until he doesn’t know which mouth he is in. When he is finally spit out, he is dropped into the bottom of the cage with the other two men. “Here you go you two. This is who is inevitably responsible for your new life. Don’t worry, I won’t punish you if you want to teach him a lesson.” As Tom finishes these words the two five inch men turn on their two-inch cage mate and begin to beat and humiliate him as they themselves have been subjected. The two giants look on and laugh. “Who knows, Sergio, maybe there are some others out there who have done something wrong. Is there anyone you would like to join our little group?” Sergio smiles on, “Well there might be someone.
The end