Four Foot Tall and Loving it.

These days it seems like everyone believes it is a curse to be small. Everyone wants to be big and tall. Well, it's funny, because I don't think that way at all. Not that I have any say in the matter, of course. I've been four foot tall since I was thirteen and that was seven years ago. The doctors say that I'll never grow any taller.

It annoys me that when they say that, they get all apologetic. Why don’t they just say what they mean "We're sorry that you're fated to be a freak. We'd do something if we could, but since we can't, we'll just give you our pity."

Fuck that! I don't need, nor want, their pity. Like I said, I like being this tall.

*****

I still remember the first day that I saw the college football team. It had been my first day on campus and I was walking around the corner of a building when I ran smack into the captain who was coming the other way. My face smacked into his hard abdominals and I was knocked onto my butt.

I don't think he even realised at that stage that I was an 18 year old. He thought I was just some young kid he had knocked over. He threw an offhand apology at me that sounded more like it was me that should have been sorry for getting in his way.

I sat on the ground watching him as he walked away. He was incredible. At least six and a half foot tall, he was solidly built. He had short dark hair and a killer "bubble" butt. And he didn't even know I existed.

Yet.

*****

Paul, that's the name of the football captain, soon knew I existed. In fact he seemed to make it his personal mission to let everyone know I existed. We were in the same dorm and after he realised that the "kid" he saw wandering about all the time was actually a student, he took delight in making my life hell.

At first it was just pretty much stock standard stuff. He picked me up one day and hooked my belt over one of the coat hooks at the entrance. There was no way I could free myself other than removing the belt and he had sternly instructed me not to do that.

Then he and two of his other team mates went into the dorm lounge and sat so they could see me. Everyone that came into the dorm saw me and thought it was hilarious. They left me there for three hours before someone took pity on me and lifted me free.

There was a huge range of these types of practical jokes but they escalated to a new level on one fateful night about a month ago.

Paul was having a party at the dorm and it was getting pretty late. The place was full of people. I hadn't been invited and Paul had made it pretty clear that I was to stay in my room and not get in the way of the "normal" people.

Well, nature called at about 3 am and the party was still raging pretty hot. But, like I said, nature had called and when it does, I have to obey.

So I crept out of my room. I couldn't escape the impression that I was like some naughty kid creeping out to spy on his parents and their friends. It was a weird but not unwelcome thought. I could hear the sounds of the party down the hall and headed away from them towards the shared toilets.

I was in mid piss when the door swung open behind me. I tried to ignore the three guys that barged into the room, laughing and swearing. They were, of course, well and truly pissed.

I was determined to finish my business and get back to my room. There was one thing that I had learned a long time ago. Jocks plus alcohol plus a four foot me do not mix.

A quiet night in my room seemed not to be on the cards for tonight, however.

One of the three saw me and bellowed, "Hey fella's, look! It's the freak!"

I groaned. This was not going to be pleasant.

All three of the jocks had trained their beer soaked attentions on me. "Yeah, lookit him! Tiny little man! Tiny, teeny little man." This must have seemed one of the all time funniest lines in history. At least you would think so based on their reactions.

I tried to push past them but the front one stuck out his foot and I fell flat on my face in front of one of the others, my nose bare inches away from his sneakers. "Oh, look. The little man fell down!" Yet again, the height of humour.

I put my hands out and started to push myself up when a massive weight crashed down between my shoulder blades, pinning me to the ground. No, this was not going to be pleasant at all.

I squirmed beneath the huge foot on my back, trying to worm out from under it but all that happened was the huge lug put even more weight on me. I could barely breath and I swore I could hear my ribs groan.

"What's the matter, freak? Can't get up?" More of that drunkenly stupid laughter from the three. The massive pressure on my back disappeared without warning but before I could move more than a inch, I was hauled to my feet courtesy of a fist in the back of my T-shirt.

The three had surrounded me, towering over me by at least two feet. I tried to push past one. That was a mistake. At my height, when you put your arms up and push against someone, you inevitably hit around the waist area.

"Whoa, Pete, lookit, little man's trying to get past ya."

"Pete's large hand came down on top of my head, pushing down and away from him, "Bullshit man, he was trying to get at my cock." It was then that I realised what I had done. My hand had pressed right on his groin. There was definite anger in that voice. I knew that at any moment I could expect to get splattered like a bug.

"Yeah? He wants to suck cock does he?!" That from the jock behind me. I think his name was Matt.

A huge meaty hand dropped onto my shoulder, pulling me back and around at the same time. I didn't even have a chance to protest or struggle before my face was mashed into his groin. I could feel something large and squishy through his pants. His hand was at the back my head, pushing me firmly into him. I couldn't breath. I flailed with my arms, trying to pry my head loose, but there was no way in the world I was going to be able to get free.

"What the fuck is going on here?!" I fell to the floor between Matt's huge legs, so suddenly was I released. I peered up to see who my rescuer was. I groaned softly, under my breath. It was Paul. He was just as likely to join in the torment. He looked really pissed off.

"I thought I told you to stay in your room, you little freak!" I tried to protest, tried to tell him that I had had to go to the bathroom, but I never got more than the first word out.

Paul reached down between Matt's legs and grabbed me by the back of my shirt. He lifted and I came clear from the ground, hanging horizontally.

Paul stomped down the hallway, carrying me like a bag at his side, all the time muttering under his breath.

He pushed my door open and threw me onto the bed. Then he just stood in the doorway, glowering at me. He pointed at me aggressively, "This ain't over yet, squirt. You and I are gonna have a real good talk in a couple of days." He reached in, grabbed the handle of the door and slammed it shut.

Once again I was almost overwhelmed with the feeling of being a guilty child. It was almost like I had snuck out of my room at night, without my fathers permission, only to be caught and sent back to my room. Once again, it was not a thought that was entirely unwelcome. I wondered what it was that Paul was going to 'talk' to me about.

*****

The next day was a Sunday, so there were no classes and no pressing need to get up early. I knew I could expect a visit from Paul sometime today, but knowing how much he would have drank last night, I also knew it wouldn't be anytime soon.

I stayed in my room almost all day, doing assignments and surfing the net for a while. For some reason I didn't want to leave in case Paul came by.

He finally opened my door about 3 p.m. He stood in the doorway, almost totally filling it and just stared at me. I was sitting on my bed at the time, reading a chemistry text book. Without a word he stepped inside and shut the door, leaning back against it.

I swallowed nervously. There was only one way out of my room and this huge guy was blocking it very effectively.

'"Y'know, freak. I'm getting pretty sick and tired of having to defend you from the other guys."

My eyes nearly bugged out of my head. Other than last night, it was normally him that I needed protection from.

"I mean, what do I get out of it?" I didn't answer. I knew without being told that he was not expecting a two way conversation. He stood up straight and wandered about the room. He was a little too casual for my liking. "I mean here I am, nearly twice as tall as you, looking out for you, and what do I get? Nothing. Nada. Squat." I had a pretty good idea where this conversation was going. There was a fair amount of fear running through me at that point but it was enticingly mixed with expectation.

He was standing in front of the bed now, towering over me.

"Then it came to me. I realised exactly what a little piece of shit could do for me." He waited, half expectant. "I realised that I'd never had my own personal slave before. Then I realised that you'd fit the bill exactly. Won't you!" That last was said at a near growl with his eyes freezing me in place. It was not a question. He continued on as though I had answered him.

"I can get you to do some of my assignments, clean my room, do my washing. You know, all the boring stuff. Oh, and of course, then there's this." He grabbed me by the front of my shirt, lifting me up from the bed, plonking me down on the floor in front of him. With one strong hand he grabbed the back of my neck and pushed my head down to his feet. He was wearing a pair of dusty black work boots and my face was shoved on to one of them with the stern command of "Lick!"

I had no choice. His demeanour gave no doubt that he meant what he said. Besides, there was no way in the world I was ever going to break his steely grip. Of course, there was always the matter of me wanting to do it anyway.

So I licked Paul's huge size 14 boots. From toe to heel on both of them. After about a minute, Paul had let go of my neck and stood back, seeing that I would continue without his urging. I could feel his eyes boring holes into the back of my head.

When I had cleaned his boots to his satisfaction, he pulled his feet away, only to shove one under my chest. With an upward pull of his leg, he effortlessly flipped me over onto my back. The same boot then thudded down onto my chest, pinning me like a bug. Paul pressed down, hard. I thought my ribs might break if he pushed any further.

"So far so good, freak. One of these days I might even let you graduate to licking this," he grabbed his bulging groin, giving it a good squeeze. Since I was trapped under him, looking up at his basket, it looked even bigger than it actually was. "Report to my room this evening at 7. Don't be late."

With a final push down with his boot, he pivoted, grinding me beneath his foot. My face twisted in pain but the weight was gone before it could hurt too much.

I looked over just in time to see the door click shut.

It was a full hour before I got up off the floor. Paul had put me in my place with no problem what-so-ever. Simply by naming me his slave, he had taken possession of me. There was absolutely no doubt in my mind that I would be at his room at the appointed time. The mere thought of getting to suck on his cock made me hard as a rock . He could keep me hanging around forever just with that promise held before me.

*****

I knocked tentatively on Paul's door spot on 7. I waited for a few moments before I heard a call from within to enter. I opened the door and stepped inside, shutting it behind me.

Paul was nowhere to be seen, but I could hear him moving around in the bathroom. It seems that being the captain of the football team has its advantages. This was the only room in the dorm with its own bathroom and toilet.

I nearly swooned when Paul walked in. He was wearing only a towel wrapped around his waist and his skin glistened from a recent shower. He walked over to some drawers and pulled one open. He removed a large paper bag and threw it to me. "Get in there and clean the room, then put that on and come back out here," he jerked a thumb towards the bathroom.

I clutched the bag to my chest and nervously moved into his bathroom. The bathroom wasn't that large, just a shower, toilet and basin with a shelf underneath. The shower was still wet and steam fogged up the glass and also the mirror. On the floor near the shower were some crumpled clothes, obviously dropped there prior to the shower. I set the bag on the basin and picked up the clothes. As I did, a pair of briefs dropped out onto the floor.

I looked at them hungrily and then towards the door. Paul was lying on his bed watching tv. I kicked the briefs further into the room, out of Paul's sight then picked them up. I held them to my nose and inhaled deeply. They smelled divine. They were slightly damp so I guessed that Paul had worn them to football practice and sweated heavily.

I wanted to keep them but I had nowhere to hide them. Sighing, I dropped them back on the floor and looked about. The bathroom wasn't that dirty but it did need a good clean. I stripped off, throwing my clothes near the door and stepped into the shower. There were some cleaning fluids and a scrubbing brush on the floor so I set to work.

It took me a while to finished cleaning the cubicle but I moved straight onto the toilet. There were dried piss stains around the seat and more than a few loose pubes. I scrubbed and cleaned until it sparkled. The basin was next.

Finally, after cleaning the floor, I looked inside the bag that Paul had given me. There wasn't much in there.

A leather harness and leather wrist straps, both with rings on them, and a leather jock strap. That was it.

I swallowed nervously at what they implied but, fearful of angering Paul, I pulled them on. The harness was a little loose in places but the jock was quite tight. I admired myself in the mirror before I hesitantly stepped back into the bedroom.

Paul was still lying on his bed watching tv but he extended his arm towards me, clicked his fingers and then pointed at the floor beside his bed. I got the message.

Kneeling beside the bed, I waited for Paul to give me my next instruction.

He let me stay there for about half an hour before he clicked the tv off. He swung his legs around and sat up, planting one foot on either side of me.

To be continued...