Friend of A Friend

Darren and I had been friends for a couple of years. He was a year younger than I was, but I had much more in common with him than with anyone else in school. He had a friend his own age named Will. The three of us did things together sometimes, like going to the movies
and whatever, but usually it was either Darren and I or Darren and Will. Will and I just never hit it off. I didn't dislike him, it just seemed that Darren did things with us separately.
Now we were all in college, I was still one year ahead, but we were all going to the local community college, so we still saw each other from time to time. Darren and I even double dated a couple of times.
One fall Friday afternoon, I got a call from Will, which was pretty rare, but not unheard of.
'Hey, Nick,' he said, 'Darren and I are heading out to see the new horror movie, want to come along?' This was a movie I really wanted to see, so I told him I'd be right over.
Darren and I both come from I guess what you'd call typical middle class families. My parents were still together, but Darren's had split up years ago. Will, though, came from a total blue collar, just getting by kind of background. I guess in the back of my head I felt sorry for him, but he was in college and trying to get a degree and I know his family worked hard for that, since we rarely saw his parents.
I parked in the local public parking lot and walked the 1/2 block to Will's house. We always came in the back, so I headed there and rang the bell. I was about to greet Will when he opened the door and sprayed something in my face. I didn't know if it was pepper spray or what, but it hurt bad.
I clutched my eyes and then my head started to throb and I just fell to the ground on the small porch attached to the back of Will's house. It must have been about 10 minutes before my tears had washed away enough of whatever it was for me to feel my throbbing head and
now the rest of me. It was like an all-over charley horse. Again, I stayed down, wondering what the hell Will was thinking about.
Finally, everything stopped hurting and I just lay there on my back.
I was about to open my eyes and find out Will's idea when I heard him say.
'All done then, Nick?' But his voice sounded really weird. It was coming from very high above me. He may have been smart and retreated to his room. That was it, he knew I'd beat him up so he was yelling at me from his window.
When I opened my eyes, though that wasn't what I saw. Will was still right in front of me. He was standing in the door while some light lit the porch I was lying on. I had to look up incredibly high to see his face.
'What the hell?' I said and then I realized what was going on. Somehow I had shrunk. Will was huge and standing there and smiling.
Will took a step forward onto the porch and I felt his feet hit the boards like an earthquake. Now I had to look up even higher to see his face.
'Will, what.......' I started.
'You know, Darren and I were fine before you came along,' he said.
So, this was about revenge. 'He used to stay over all the time and then you showed up with your car and your license and he didn't have any time for me.'
'Will, I.......'
'Shut up!' he said and what choice did I have?
'So, I thought I'd take care of the problem myself,' he said and stepped forward again. He was right in front of me. His stockinged feet were just beyond me, his legs extended up and up and somewhere high above was the rest of him. He lifted up one leg and brought it
forward. It was like watching a construction crane move. He positioned it over me and started to lower it.
'Will!' I screamed, but I still hurt too much to move. He brought his foot down over all of me except my head. As it came down, I could even see individual fibers in the sock. When it finally touched me I could feel the heat of his body through the material.
'Please, don't!' I yelled. He just laughed and started to apply pressure. To him, it was nothing, to me it started out like a mattress on top of me, but then little by little there was more pressure.
'Please, I'll do anything!' I said and he stopped.
'Anything?' he said.
'yes!' I answered.
'Well, that's different then,' he said and let up slightly.
'You'll be my slave?'
'What, no way!' I said and immediately the pressure started again.
'OK, OK,' I said.
'OK What?' he asked.
'OK, I....I belong to you,' I said and his foot was withdrawn. He knelt down and a huge hand came towards me. It was wrapped around my torso and legs and I was rolled into his fist. He raised me up to his face.
'Damn right you belong to me,' he said. 'Oh, by the way, here's something else to think about. If you ever try to get away, Darren will take your place.' That was bad. I didn't care about myself at this point, but if he did this to Darren and it was all my fault....
He held me there in front of his face for a second. I took in his brown, never quite neat hair, his green eyes and wondered how long he had been planning this.
'Let's take you to your new home,' he said and walked into the house, with me still clutched in his hand.
Will carried me through his house and I bounced along there, still held in his outstretched fist. Will had always been the shortest of the three of us, just average height. Darren's about 5'10' or so and I am...was...the tallest at 6'2'. Now, through, Will was a giant and I was riding in his hand dozens of feet in the air.
Will walked through the living room and up the stairs to his small room. Will is an only child, so I knew we wouldn't get interrupted that way.
Will opened his hand and I rolled out of it onto his dresser.
'Welcome to your new home, Nick,' he said.
'Will, you can't do this..' I started, but remembered his threat to shrink Darren too and stopped. From the top of Will's dresser, I was about even with his face. He turned to face me.
'Like it?' he asked and waited for me to answer.
'It's fine,' I said. I promised I wouldn't try to escape, but I
didn't have to like this.
The phone rang and Will crossed the room to answer it.
'Hey, Darren,' he said and I held my breath for a minute. Darren was on the other side of that phone connection, regular sized. If I could somehow get his attention, not now, but some time when Will's guard was down, could he convince Will to put me back to normal?
'Yeah, I tried, but there was no answer at Nick's,' Will was saying. 'OK, the 7 o'clock show. That's fine. See you in an hour.'
'Hey, Nick, Darren's coming over. We're gonna go to the movies. Now. Rules. If Darren finds you and sees you're real, again, Darren gets shrunk. So, no drawing attention to yourself.'
'Now...' he started, 'where to keep you?' Will opened the top small drawer of the dresser and brought up a huge hand behind me. He pushed me along the top of the dresser and I fell into the drawer.
When I picked myself up, I found myself surrounded by Will's socks. I guess it could have been worse.
'That's about your size,' he said and was about to close the drawer. Then he stopped. He looked over at the clock.

'Hey, why waste the hour,' he said and reached for me again. There was no place for me to go except to climb over the hills that were his socks and so I was wrapped in Will's hand again.
He walked over to the bed and lay down. He brought up the hand holding me and dropped me onto his chest. I just lay there as his chest rose and fell under me.
'What?' I finally said, sick of him staring at me.
'I'm trying to decide what I want you to do,' he said.
'Do?' I asked.
'Yeah,' he said, 'Stand up.'
I was no pet or toy, I was his captive, yes, but I wasn't going to jump when he said jump. Or so I thought.
'Stand up,' he repeated. I could feel his heartbeat speed up.
'Now!' he said and pushed a huge finger into my back. Damn, that hurt. I stood up.
'I think I need to change my socks,' he said, 'Take off the ones I have now.'
'What!' I said.
'Get to work,' he said, bringing up a finger again.
'What if I don't?' I asked.
'Then you'll wind up under them as I press down,' he said, meaning every word of it, 'Oh, not enough to kill you. I want you around so you can see me getting Darren back from you, but enough to make the
next few weeks incredibly painful.' Will was totally psycho. I would have to do what he said. I walked over to his side, meaning to jump down when he brought up a hand again.
'Uh, uh, straight down the leg,' he said. I started walking and almost tripped when Will laughed seeing me walking on his stomach.
Judging from the size of his hand and everything, I could't be more than 3 inches tall. Tall enough for him to feel, but not so big as to hurt while I walked. As I neared the navel, I realized I had better veer over to one side. There was no way I was getting anywhere near his crotch. I turned left slightly, walking as far as
I could from the 'danger zone' when Will twiched and I fell to the right. Now he had pants on and everything, but I could still feel movement under me.
'You're getting ahead of yourself, Nick. That's for tonight. Sock now.' Will said from somewhere behind me. Oh crap. I got up as quickly as I can, trying to ignore the rising of the fabric and practically ran down his leg. I hopped off just past the knee and he didn't say anything. I found myself in a canyon of fabric with his
feet at the far end and my worst nightmare hidden under the fabric at the top. I couldn't believe I was doing this, but I grabbed the material of one of his socks, thanking gawd he wore short ones and
pulled. I must have spent five minutes on the one sock, moving part down, going around to the other side, pulling that down, working around the back of his foot, he would lift it at just the right time, too, until finally I went to the toe, pulled and the whole thing came with me.
'Good boy!' Will said from the far distance. 'Now the other.'
Again, pulling, climbing and the job was done. As I lay panting, he brought his feet together, trapping me between as I tried to run away. I was sick of touching him and pushed on his feet to try to get away.
'Don't you like being near me?' he asked.
'No!' I shouted back.
'Well, there's something else you're going to need to get used to.
Back in a sec.' He suddenly released me and went out of the room. This was crazy. He was jealous of my friendship with Darren, but now it seemed to go deeper than that. He wanted...me! and Darren! Oh
crap no.
Will came back with some string. He grabbed me before I could go anywhere and started tying the string to my wrist. Soon both wrists were tied fast. The string between them was really long, though, long enough to....
Will picked up the string and put it over his head. He held his hand under me for a moment. I looked at his huge upside down face looming over me.
'Now you'll get used to being around me,' he said and put me inside his shirt. I lay against his chest, usually with me back to him, but sometimes the string would twist and I'd have my face against it.
The doorbell rang.
Will paused just long enough to wrap a piece of tape around my feet
so I couldn't kick and went to answer the door.
I jumped when I heard Darren's voice. Here was my friend, who might be able to help me, just a couple feet away, but he didn't even know I was here, under Will's shirt.
They headed out to the movies and Darren drove. During the drive, Will would tap me with a finger from the other side of his shirt to get me to look up at him. Even from my suspended position, I could see the smirk on his face that Darren was 'his' again.
Even during the movie, Will wouldn't stop playing with me. He kept twisting the cord so I would be facing his chest rather than laying against it. Then he would pull on it so I swung from side to side, rubbing against his chest with my body. Sometimes he would lean forward so I hung suspended away from his body and then he'd sit back quickly so I slammed into it.
After the movie, they went back to Will's house.
'Wanna beer?' asked Will as they came in.
'Yeah,' said Darren from somewhere else in the room. I assume they, or should I say we, went into the den because I heard the TV turned on. Will let some beer spill down his chest on purpose, but I wasn't sure if he just wanted to get me wet or whether he thought I'd drink it off his chest since he pushed me against it as the beer ran down him.
Sometime during the basketball game they were watching, I heard my name mentioned.
'Hey, I wonder where Nick was,' asked Darren, 'I hope he's all right. He never called back.'
'I'm sure he's fine,' said Will with an edge to his voice I knew Darren didn't hear.
'Maybe I should swing by his apartment,' Darren said.
'No, let's watch the rest of the game,' said Will.
'Nah, I'm just gonna run over there,' said Darren, 'see you
tomorrow.' And I heard him walk out. After a minute or so, Will pulled the cord holding me out of his shirt and over his head. He grabbed me in his fist.
'And you still take Darren away from me,' he said and squeezed.
'Will!' I gasped.
'Come on, let's go upstairs,' he said. Like I had a choice.
When we got into Will's room, he tore the tape off of me and untied my arms. At first, I couldn't get them to go down, but after a few seconds, they returned to normal. Will put me down on the table next
to his bed.
He stood there, empasizing the enormous difference in our sizes now and I had to lean back to look him in the face.
'We need to continue your training,' he said.
'What training?' I asked.
'Training so you remember who's in charge of you now. So you do whatever I say,' he said.
'Will. I know that you've got control over me. You don't need to do this,' I said.
'Need? Who said need? I WANT to do this,' he said. He kicked off his shoes and then jumped down onto the bed.
Then he turned and reached for me. I retreated a few steps, but the table I was on was very small and his hand was very big. Soon I was surrounded by flesh as Will brought me over to him. He held me against his fingers with his hand resting on his chest.
He just let me stand there and then he reached out with his other hand and grabbed the bottom of my shirt. Before I realized what he was doing, he pulled up and my arms were pulled up and my shirt taken off of me. Oh crap. He gave my bare chest an absent rub or two and then his hand went down. Just as quickly, I lost my shoes.
'Will!' I said, indignantly, 'Quit it!' He just smiled and pulled
off my socks. The act of pulling them off made me fall down onto his chest. I leaned back against his fingers, hoping that he would stop right here, but of course that wasn't what he wanted.
When the huge hand returned, he tried to undo my belt. The angle that he had to use pushed the side of his hand against my bare chest and face. Ugh, that felt nasty, but Will was very dextrous and soon he had undone the belt.
'Will!' I said, 'That's enough,' and I tried to push his hand away.
He caught my one arm and pushed it inbetween the fingers I was leaning against. He squeezed and that arm was trapped. He did the same to my other arm and now I was helpless to protest as he pulled off my belt and then started to undo the button on my jeans. I
started kicking with my legs and then I did see anger in his eyes.
'You try that again and I'll just pull them off. You might get hurt or they might get ripped and then you won't wear anything, ever.' he said. I stopped kicking.
He got the button done and pulled slightly so the zipper went on its own. I couldn't look as he pulled my jeans off and I stood there on his chest, my arms caught just wearing my boxers.
'Now for the good stuff,' he said and reached for me again.
'No, quit it, give me my clothes back,' I yelled at Will. I had wondered if he had shrunk someone before, since he seemed to be an expert at being able to hold me tight enough to secure me, but not so hard as to harm me....yet.
'You just don't get it yet,' Will said, 'You can't tell me to stop, you have to do what I say.' His hand finally reached me. He had me down to my boxers. Was he going to grab me like this or go for the ultimate humiliation?
Will's index finger and thumb approached and I had my answer. The side of his hand rubbed against my bare chest as he grabbed the front of my boxers and slid them down my legs. I had learned not to kick and so he lifted his hand slightly and was able to slip them off. I
saw him deposit them on a pile on his bed.
'Now if you're good, you might get these back,' he said as he gathered up all my clothes and put them in a drawer in his bedside table.
I shivered, not sure if it was from cold or from fear. Now that Will had me where he wanted me, I didn't know what his plans were. When he had me walk along his leg, he said that something was 'for later'
and I didn't want to imagine what he'd make me do. I couldn't even cover myself since Will's fingers were still trapping my arms.
'Now do you get it?' Will asked, I can do whatever I want. He brought up a finger and ran it down my naked form. He started on my forehead and went straight down, pausing just slightly over my crotch.
'Aren't you excited at all?' he asked, looking where he had paused.
What could I say? I didn't want to be here, but I didn't want to get hurt either.
Will seemed to take this as a challenge. He sat up and put me down on his bed. I rubbed my arms to try to get some circulation back. I couldn't go anywhere, his legs surrounded me and in front of me was an area I'd do almost anything to avoid.
Will pulled his shirt off and threw it to the floor. He was actually in a little bit better shape than I had thought, but I wasn't turned on or anything.
Will pulled one leg in and then the other as he pulled his socks off. I get up quickly and shift my position as the jeans clad legs threatened to gather me up. And there he was, shirtless and sockless and huge and looming over me.
'Will,' I said, desparate to stop his further disrobing, 'OK, I get it you can do anything you want, you don't have to prove it.' Maybe my verbal submission would satisfy him?
'Right, I can,' he said and leaned over slightly. The distortion in his features as they approached made me even more nervous, 'And I want.....YOU!' he said and grabbed me. He got me just at the right time and only my head was outside of his fist.
He stood up and used one hand to undo his own belt and take off his pants.
Then he lay down on the bed again. The feeling of his fingers on my bare body was strange, it was warm, but being able to feel his pulse through the digits holding me was very strange and disconcerting.
He brought the hand holding me up to his stomach, so I was facing that landscape of flesh. He brought his hand down and dropped me onto his stomach, but left his hand over me. Then he started to slide me down his body. The friction brought on an immediate erection, which he must have felt, since he smiled.
His other hand was brought up behind the one dragging me. I didn't know where it was until I felt something press down on my back. It was the waistband of his boxers. Half of me was inside and half was outside on his bare stomach with his head far off in the distance.
'Let's test your understanding of 'I can do what I want'' Will said. 'I WANT you to stay right where you are for tonight. I WANT you to do whatever you have to to stay there. If I move, I WANT you to move with me, so when I wake up in the morning, I WANT you to be
right there. If you're not, well then I might just have to find a way to secure you.' With that, Will lay back and turned on the radio.
Oh my god, I was going to have to spend the night in Will's boxers!
Will lay back on his pillow to listen to music and I took a moment to get my head around all of this.
Will, my friend Darren's friend, had shrunk me because he thought I was taking Darren away from him. He was going to kill me but decided to keep me. He also threatened that if Darren found out about me that he's shrink Darren, too and I couldn't let that happen.
It also seemed that he didn't just want me, he WANTED me. After spending the night as a necklace around Will's neck while he was at the movies with Darren (who left because I was 'missing'), he took me
back home and stripped me. Then, to prove he could make me do whatever he wanted, he stuck me under the waistband of his boxers and told me I had to stay there.
Now I was up to date. Will was laying in his bed, I was laying, face down, naked and pressed into his body by the waistband of his boxers. Very bad, but I knew it could have been worse and probably would be. Will had already once made me fall onto his crotch and told me that was 'for later', so I knew he was just delaying the
inevitable.
For now, I took a moment to rest. Even though I didn't want to, I lay my head down on his bare skin and tried to get some energy back.
Will had held me in his hand a long time while stripping me and I had fought him every step of the way. I looked along the length of Will's huge body and saw that he was now looking at a magazine. I meant next to nothing to him other than to obey him and do whatever he wanted.
When he felt me resting on his stomach, though, he reached out with one hand and petted my back.
'There you go,' he said, 'That's not so bad.' Easy for him to say.
He wasn't the one captured by a giant and laying on his stomach, laying just a bit to the left of center I knew since there was a light line of hair a few 'feet' to my right.
'Someone's glad you're here,' he said and pointed. I thought for a strange moment that Darren had come in without my noticing, but then was I turned, I felt his boxers move and saw his erection tent up behind me.
'no...' I whispered, remembering Will's reaction the last time I had defied him out loud.
'You know, I know I told you to say there, but you haven't been introduced yet,' Will went on, clearly enjoying his power over me. I put my head back down in the cradle of my arms and hoped that this would all turn out to be a horrible dream.
'Aw, you're shy,' Will said, now sounding like he was getting into this 'game'.
Will moved at this point and sat more upright against his headboard. This meant I moved with him, of course, but now I was on an incline and if the waistband hadn't been holding me down, I would slide right down into Will's nether regions. All I could see when I picked up my head was Will's chest, his head was way too high above me, but I heard him just fine.
'Now, how should you meet my friend down there?' Will said, giggling at his joke. 'Well, let's get him out, shall we?' said Will and I saw his huge right hand rise to my left, fly over me and past me, though his arm was right next to me, the fine hairs brushing against my arm.
I could tell by the movement and the smell of, well, Will, that he had released his erection. By a strange coincidence of the lighting in Will's room, I could even see it's shadow projected on Will's chest. His arm came past me again and then it stopped as his hand pressed down on me, dragging me free of his boxers. I tried to hold onto them as he lifted me, but there had never been a chance of that happening.
Will cupped me in his hand and turned it towards his still-rising member. Oh shit it was bigger than I was! And still growing! Some detached part of my mind tried to assure me that it was normally sized, nothing to brag about, but the other 90% of my brain realized that I could actually be crushed by Will's dick if he should so
choose.
As it rose, it listed just slightly back towards Will, looking for all the world like some huge monster snake seeking it's prey - me!
'Go ahead, go say hi,' Will said and moved his hand just slightly forward. I tried to push back against his hand, tried to force it to retreat from the horror in front of me, but Will would have none of it. He withdrew his hand completely and I fell onto my back. I would have just stayed there if he hadn't stood me up again with his
hand. When he did that, I had a chance to look back and up at Will who was entranced by the show that was going on, a show taking place on his own body.
I steadied myself and looked at the huge form in front of me. He was really going to make me do this, I realized as a finger rose up behind me and pushed me forward. Will's erection seemed to have reached it's full extent and it towered at least five feet above me.
'Now give him a hug,' said Will and poked me again with his finger. I flew forward and right into his dick, his pubic hair surrounding my ankles. I stood frozen there for a moment and then felt the finger approch again, pushing me into Will's dick, picking up my arms. Knowing he'd just make me do it anyway, I tried to circle Will's dick
with my arms and just about made it. It grew just a bit more and Will shivered underneath me.
Then my whole world moved as Will straighened up some more and what had been a vertical column slowly became a horizontal beam. Instead being forced into touching it, I was actually having to hold onto it
to stay in place. Now my legs were suspended on either side and Will's erection took another quantum leap forward, the heat and musk rising around me.
'Ride em cowboy,' said Will as his dick began to buck under me and I did feel like I was one the world's strangest mechanical bull. Soon Will's own movements were matching mine and we got into some strange
rhythm. To my own horror, my own erection started to grow as I was rubbed up and down along it's giant cousin. I tried to slide backward, tried to get as far away from the enevitable shower as I could, but Will's hand descended and held my legs in place. That extra pressure was enough and Will entered the final throes and then came like Old Faithful.
Most of the white eruptions wound up on Will's own hand, still trapping my legs and his boxers, but I would up with quite a bit on my arms which I had raised over my face at blast-off.
Will fell against his headboard and exhaled.
'Better get used to this, Nick.' he said.
At that point, Will got up. He didn't even give me a chance to climb down myself, he just moved and I fell down his boxers and onto the bedspread. As I lay there, I saw Will pause for a moment before walking off, just looking down at me there on his bed. That cold
look told me all I needed to know. As far as Will was concerned, now I was just a possession, something with as Will wished. Will left to go clean off, stopping to pick up a pair of clean boxers, but he left me there.
As soon as Will left the room, I used a fold in the sheet to clean up as much as I could. I almost wished I had been taken with him so I could get washed off. While he was gone, I looked to see if there was a way I could get down to the ground, or at least off of the bed, but Will hadn't left any dangling covers and the distance to the bed- side table was too far at my height.
Will came back into the room and headed straight for the bed, clicking off the overhead light as he went, leaving just a small lamp lit on his bedside table. In the lower light and shadows, Will looked even more like an angry giant out of myth than just some guy my friend knew. Will barely even looked at me as he got back into
bed. I had to dodge his legs as he settled in for the night. I was still between his legs, but almost even with his knees He was going to make me stay in the bed with him while he slept!
It was pretty warm even though it was fall, so Will just lay on top of his sheet and didn't pull the blankets over him which I was grateful for. At least I had some freedom of movement and could find a place as far away from Will as I could to try to get some sleep.
As Will reached over to turn off the light, he said, 'Oh, Nick, remember where you're supposed to be. Where I said I WANT you to be. It might take a while to get there, I know, but I better find you there in the morning.' And with that he switched off the light and lay down.
What! After using me to jack off with, he still was going to make me get into his boxers! Shit! Now I had to decide what to do. I knew that I'd have to get there, but Will even said, I'd better be there in the morning, but could I take the chance that I'd wake up before Will and have enough time to get into position before he'd woken up?
And now the light was out. I was hoping there'd be some light coming through the curtains and I wouldn't have to feel my way. Ugh, not that.
My eyes did start to adjust after a while, but really all I could see of Will was a darker shadow against the overall gloom. This was a nightmare, and I knew it would only get worse since there was no chance that I'd risk not being where Will demanded in the morning.
He'd already shown that he didn't care one way or another what happened to me and that there would be consequences.
I waited until I was pretty sure that Will was sleeping to start my nightmare journey. I definately wanted to stay away from his crotch, I had been there too much already. I moved right and found Will's left leg. I would have to pull myself up on top of his leg and then I could walk over to the top of the boxers. I tried to reach up, but the curving surface wasn't much help. I then backed up a few steps, ran and jumped and landed on top of Will's left leg. However, my landing alerted Will's body and he twitched in his sleep, not much, but almost enough to knock me back off. Damn him, he knew this would have been easier if he had been awake. Just another way to humiliate me. I straddled the top of Will's leg and gathered my nerve. I stood up and started walking, but Will's body just didn't want me to move and he twiched again. Again I fell down into the leg,
straddling a little wider this time as the leg thickened.
There was only one way. I lay down and started commandoing (is that a word?), pulling myself along the length of his leg while staying flat on my stomach. I was like crawling through the grass as I encountered hairs with my face and arms and, to my shame, my cock as
the tickling hairs and the constant rubbing along Will's leg started it growing again. No, No, I told myself and stopped while it went down. After a few more feet, I had reached the bottom of his boxers. There was no way I was going inside, so I grabbed the material and pulled myself along the boxers. This became easier (and
less stimulating) and soon I felt the grooved ridge of the
waistband. I wanted to stay off to the side where I was, but I was kind of paranoid about Will's sense of humor and tried to find the exact position he had put me in. I crossed that small trail of hair and knew I was in the right spot. I shoved my legs in without thinking about it and it was almost like getting into a sleeping bag. I lay down and, I have to say, sighed back a few tears. What
was going to happen to me?
The constant up and down of Will's chest and the slight breeze wafting down from his breathing began to lull me to sleep, if you can believe it.
Sometime during the night, though, I was awakened by movement. My eyes snapped open and I knew it was still the middle of the night by the lack of light. Will was moving! He was turning onto his side.
The waistband actually held me in place, but I wouldn't be getting any more sleep in this position. I tried to telepathically will Will back onto his back. I even thought of giving him a good poke in the stomach, but couldn't chance getting caught.
After an eternity (maybe 10 minutes), I felt him preparing to move again. Yes! I thought. And then NO!as I felt him moving down, onto his stomach!

I screamed, didn't care what Will's punishment would be, but I wouldn't die squished under his stomach. He didn't hear me and I braced myself as Will settled on his stomach. And I was....OK....wow, how weird.
I could feel his weight above me and knew that I would never be able to budge it, but I wasn't being hurt. Maybe whatever Will had done to me had made me, well not invulnerable, but definately more resistant to being hurt. Probably not a bad thing with the way that Will was treating me.
And there I lay. I couldn't move at all, not even my face which was sticking straight into his stomach. It started to get warm as my flesh was pressed into his, and I started to get sleepy. I even think I dozed off for a while.
That is until Will decided to turn over again. As soon as his massive form started to move around me, I was wide awake again. Will turned back onto his back and now the new feature was Will's hand. He put it down on his abdomen right above me, but then he couldn't
just leave it there, he had to spread the fingers and the pinky wound up on top of me.
I tried to push it away, but it popped right back and then another finger came down to play with me. Through the gaps in the fingers, I thought that I could see that Will was still asleep, but it didn't stop him from torturing me in his sleep. The more I fought to get out of the way of his fingers, the more they intertwined around me.
Then Will's hand pulled me out of his boxer's waistband. Now I was free of it, but Will had insisted that I stay there. Would he react badly if he took me out himself, or would he still blame me for not getting back there.
I really didn't have time to think even that far into the future as Will's hand (I was even starting to think of it as a creature of its own) dragged me along his abdomen.
Then, oh god, I can barely even describe it, his hand started to rub me. In his sleep, he must have thought that I was his cock. Now I know I was smaller, but that's the only way that I can explain how his hand acted. His thumb started to rub the top of my head as the rest of his fingers moved up and down my body. All four fingers stroked me up and down. In my attempts to get away from the fingers, I had turned onto my back and so all four fingers were not only rubbing me, but they were running over my own smaller version of what
they thought they were caressing. I could feel the whorls of Will's fingertips individually as they passed over that most sensative of areas.
I craned my neck back and looked up at Will, but he was still asleep, but his forehead creased a little, perhaps his unconscious mind was trying to figure out why his rubbing hadn't caused a reaction, in him at least. I can tell you I was having one. The thumb at the top of
my head was holding me in place and the motion of Will's fingers started to get more insistent and my own erection was growing. I clenched my jaw and tried to ignore the sensations that were coming from Will's movements. No, I will not give in to this! I thought
desparately.
Now Will's fingers slipped under me while his thumb started to rub up and down my body on its own. I was small enough that even his thumb could cover most of it with it's back and forth motion, so my own sensations did not cease. The rubbing was getting much more, well
almost desparate as Will tried to bring himself to erection by rubbing on me in his sleep.
I tried to stop his thumb, tried to ignore what it was doing, but it was a losing battle, and to my shame, my own body started moving in rhythm with his hand.
'OHHHHHHHHH,' I screamed as his attentions finally brought me to climax.
I lay back, exhausted in Will's hand.
But it didn't stop.
Will was still trying to get his own erection going and if I couldn't get his hand off of me, I was in for a repeat performance. I had provided myself with aulittle.... .lubrication... and so I slid myself.forward and off of his hand. I lay still on his chest and watched in fascination as the hand groped for me.
'no, no the other way,' I thought as the hand moved towards me, but then it did move down and find its destination as it settled in on top of Will's boxers. Will stoked himself through the material a few times and then there was a sigh as his unconscious mind was
assuaged. It had gotten the sensations it was after and Will settled down into deeper sleep.
I lay there on his chest, still somewhat in shock, horror and embarassment.

 

'Oh yeah, baby,' I said as she rubbed up against me. This was cool, this was great.........
This was a dream, I realized as I opened my eyes. What was I holding on to? Oh, shit! In my sleep, I had thrown an arm and leg over one of Will's fingers and I had been dry humping it in my sleep.
How did I get here? Oh, yeah. I remember crawling back down to the waistband of Will's boxers and sliding back under so I'd be in place in the morning. Will's hand had been pretty close, he must have moved it over in his sleep.
I slowly extracated myself from around Will's finger and was glad to see my erection was retreating. I made sure I was back under the waistband and it was good I did, since Will woke up a few minutes later.
He stretched and then got up. The waistband held me in place, but I still slung my arms over the top and held on to the material. Will lurched down the hall to the bathroom, walked right to the toilet, reached into his boxers and started to piss. Of course, all this was
going on just below me, but Will's hand was blocking any splashback.
Will went over to the sink to wash himself and I saw myself in the mirror, just a small little toy against the immensity that was Will.
Will staggered back to his bedroom and threw himself back onto the bed. One of his hands petted me on top of my head.
'Good boy,' he murmured and lay back down again. Great. He didn't stay in bed too much longer and this time he was more awake when his hand approached me.
He pulled me out of the boxers and set me down in his hand.
'See,' he said, 'I can get what I want. You were right where I wanted you to be.'
'Only because you'd hurt me if I didn't,' I said.
'Damn right,' Will said, 'You just don't get it. You have no say in what happens to you. If I want to hurt you I will. If I want to give you away, I will. If I want to shrink you to nothing, I will.'
I hung my head. It was true. Will just didn't care what happened to me as long as I made him happy.
Will put me down on his bedside table. He stood up and told me his plans for the day.
'Darren and I are going out. This time, I think you'll be staying here.' he said. Great! A long time away from Will was just what I wanted.
He reached for me again and grabbed me roughly between two fingers. He put me in his small sock drawer and then grabbed a pair of socks.
'See ya later!' he said with a grin and shut the drawer.
What? I'd be in here, in the dark all day?
As it turned out, yes. Oh, sure, I tried to get the drawer open, but at my size, it just wasn't possible. I also realized that whatever Will had done to make me somewhat invulnerable had also reduced my need to eat, drink and excrete to almost nothing. Even that bother to Will was gone. And so I sat there, worrying about Will's plans for me, about how long he was going to keep me, hating that I was beginning to smell like Will now.
Some time later, almost 12 hours it turned out. I heard movement in the room outside of the drawer. I didn't know if it was Will, or one of his parents or what, so I stayed still. Then the drawer opened just slightly.
'Yeah,' I heard Will say, 'That was great.' he was finishing a conversation. My heart stopped when I heard the other voice.
'Wanna get a pizza?' asked my friend, Darren. Will had brought him into his room. I knew I had to be careful. My first reaction was to call out, but Will had threatened to shrink Darren if he found out about me, so there was no way I would. Will must have opened the drawer to make sure I heard that Darren was there.
They did order the pizza and the aroma was driving me crazy. Other than that, it was pretty normal. They had brought back a movie and I heard the soundtrack and their laughter. And I just sat there. I wasn't needed now, so I was just stuck in a drawer.
'Hey, can I grab a shower?' Darren asked.
'sure, you know where the stuff is,' said Will and I heard Darren leave.
Will immediately was at the drawer, opening it so he could leer down at me.
'See, Darren's getting along fine without you,' he said. 'Didn't you want to see him?'
'Sure I did, but you said you'd shrink him, too,' I said.
'I will. Oh, by the way, Darren's staying over.' Will said and slid the drawer back again.
He left it open a little more this time and after watching more TV, Darren and Will settled in for the night. Will offered to use the floor, but Darren said no, they'd shared before. It was true, Darren and I had stayed at each other houses from time to time and had shared a bed.
Once they had clicked off the main light, I hazarded a glance out of the drawer. I could just make out Will and Darren in the bed. It almost looked normal from here, but I remembered how huge Will was and now Darren was a giant to me too.
I heard one of them move later on and peaked out again. It was Will, he was reaching out and stroking Darren's arm slightly. Darren moved and he stopped, but then when Darren had settled down into sleep again, Will moved himself over so he was closer to Darren.
Now I know from experience that Darren isn't the most calm of sleepers. I've had to shift to the floor when sharing with him, but Will didn't mind at all. Later on, Darren moved in his sleep and threw an arm over Will's chest and leg over his left leg. A few minutes later, Darren had moved back to his side again. Will was
loving this, having Darren to himself, letting Darren touch him in his sleep and knowing that I was watching. wanted to yell out, to make Will stop, but I couldn't let him hurt Darren.
As I was dropping off, I heard one of them get out of bed and knew it was Will when he opened the drawer again.
'Darren's mine,' he whispered, 'and now you are too.' He reached into the drawer for me and I retreated as far back against the socks as I could. He picked me up and lifted me out of the drawer. We crossed to the bed and Will lay down again. He had left a t-shirt on tonight, just as Darren had on, I could see. Will lay on his side and put me down on the bed between his chest and Darren's back (he had moved onto his side). Darren's huge form next to me was frightening. All I had to so was shout and he'd wake up and try to save me, but Will would shrink him.
Will watched me to see if I'd attract Darren's attention. When I didn't, he was about to reach down for me again, when Darren moved back onto his back and then onto his right side. Will and he were now facing each other and I was between them. Before Will could
reach down for me, Darren's hand came slamming down on top of me! I was in Darren's hand and I couldn't let him know!

I froze, trying not to move as Darren's hand rested on me. Will's gaze met mine and I knew that we were both at a loss. He obviously didn't want Darrent to find me and I didn't want Darren to either becuase of Will's threat.
I knew from experience with Will that if I moved too much, the hand would close around me and with Darren's constant movement, there was every chance he'd find me.
I tried to push myself down into the material of the mattress, but Darren was in a very deep sleep and his hand just sunk down on top of me. It was so surreal to be trapped by the hand of my friend, the hand I had shaken every time we met was now my captor.
Through the gaps in the fingers, I saw Will motioning for me to move towards him. I shook my head, but his gaze narrowed and he pointed towards him.
I tried to move towards the gap between two of Darren's fingers, hoping to squeeze between them. I was able to get my head and then my chest out from under Darren's hand before I felt the fingers begin
to move. I scrambled backwards and made it out just in time before Darren picked up and now closed hand, turned onto his back and settled again.
I looked up at Will and he pointed to a spot just in front of hischest. I walked over to the side of his chest, the writing on his shirt almost illegably big from this angle. He was about to grab me when Darren started to move again, but this time it seemed like he was waking up. Will was still on his side facing Darren and I was
standing there in plain sight. Now I know that Will didn't have many options, but did he have to pick this one?
Will grabbed me under the arms with two fingers and swiftly moved me down the length of his body until my feet dangled over the opening of his boxers. I started to kick as he began to lower me but stopped after a hard shake from Will. He slipped me into the opening in the
material and down into the depths.
In the musky darkness I felt rather than saw his cock hanging to the left of me. I was deposited there facing a wall of flesh covered with coarse hair. I felt Darren moving on the other side of the bed and then heard him get up and stomp out of the room - going to the bathroom most likely.
I thought Will would take the opportunity to put me back in the drawer, but he just turned onto his back, depositing me in his crotch right above his cock which was now slightly less limp than it had been. This was ridiculous. Was I going to be spending every night in his crotch?
Darren came back fairly quickly and they both settled down for the night. I had little option but to do the same, trying desparately not to move and arouse Will's erection.
The morning light coming through Will's boxers woke me before either of the giants. I wondered how Will would hide me, but he took care of that early on. One moment I was laying there amongst his coarse pubic hair and then I was desposited on my head as Will turned again in the bed, this time away from Darren. When he was sure he hadn't woken Darren up, fingers snaked their way into Will's boxers. They quickly found me and pulled me out, pausing just slightly to rub me
against his cock on the way out.
Will turned me towards him and put up a finger against his lips to show that I had to be quiet. Then he lowered me down and into a sneaker. One of Will's I knew. He lay me down inside of it and pushed against me with a finger. I was to stay here.
It was at least an hour before Will and Darren got up and out of bed. From my vantage point in Will's sneaker, I could see their mammoth forms walking around the room. From this vantage point they looked even larger, if that was possible. Their hands which had held
me dangled down like dangerous pieces of machinery which could grab and rend, their huge faces were almost lost in the distance.
I was shocked when my name came up. Darren was sitting on the other side of the room, trying to find something good on the radio. Will sat on his bed and I could just make out his leg near the sneaker.
'Hey, you know I still haven't heard from Nick,' Darren said casually.
'Really?' Will asked, and I don't think I was imagining the edge in his voice.
'Yeah, no one seems to know where he is,' Darren went on.
'He's a big boy, he can take care of himself,' Will said, barely surpressing a laugh.
'I know, but it's weird I haven't heard from him. He usually tells me if he's going to visit his sister or anything,' Darren went on.
Will was beginning to get annoyed and I was in just the right place for him to take out his frustration. Will lifted his foot and began to place it inside of the sneaker. I tried to move back and away from the approaching monstrosity, but Will knew what he was doing and held me in place with the tips of his toes.
'You know if he doesn't call by Monday, I'm gonna have to call someone,' Darren went on. Please stop talking about me, I thought as Will began to flex his toes against my legs. That movement pulled me down towards the digits, looking for all the world like parts of some kind of threshing machine. Will stopped pulling me down and positioned his big toe between my legs.
'So what do you want to do today?' Will asked.
'I don't know. Nick and I were thinking of checking out the new used music store...' Darren went on. Shit! At that mention of my name, Will began to flex the one toe, the underside of it rubbing against my cock. No! Not again! I tried to move back, get away from the
offending digit, but it just followed me. At this point, all I could see of Will was his lower leg, the light brown hair only visible from my size and vantage point and his huge foot, which followed me like some predatory animal. Farther into the depths of the sneaker, there was no where to retreat from Will's foot as it continued to play with me, continuing to stroke my most sensitive of areas until I tried to push it away in desparation.
That only made Will, who at this point was still carrying on a normal conversation with Darren, rub even more. I covered my mouth to muffle the scream as I came.
When Will felt my movement stop, he moved the toe on top of my chest and dragged me back near the opening of the sneaker.
'Want to go check out that store anyway?' asked Will.
'Sure,' said Darren, 'Just let me get changed.' Darren picked up his things and walked out of the room.
Will picked up the sneaker and poured me out onto his waiting hand.
'He still can't stop thinking of you. Well, I'll make him forget you soon,' Will said. He crossed to his dresser and slipped me into the pocket of a pair of jeans. He finished getting dressed and then pulled the jeans on. They weren't too tight, but I could tell it would get real uncomfortable if Will was to sit down. I guessed I was going out with them this time.

While Darren was still out of the room, I poked my head out of the pocket. Will's huge hand hung next to me, the rest of his massive form was to my right.
'What about my clothes?' I whispered. Will looked down at me.
'Forget it, you've still got a lot to learn about who's in charge,' he said and the hand nearest to me pushed me back down into the pocket.
And so the day went on. Darren drove them...us. I knew the first test of how well the day would go would start when Will got in the car. As soon as he sat down, I was flattened against his thigh. I had just regained my footing after being thrown to the bottom of the pocket with each step. Each step also sent me hurtling against his thigh, which I'm sure he enjoyed immensely. So I had just stood up again and now found myself on my stomach, spreadeagled on Will's thigh.
I knew Will didn't want Darren to find out about me, but that didn't mean he couldn't still find ways to annoy me. While I lay on his thigh, he would rest his hand on top of me or pet my arm or leg or even move me over from the outside of the pocket so I lay next to his cock. There were a couple layers of material between me and the beast, but it didn't stop Will from getting me as close as he could. I could feel the increase in temperature from the skin under me as Will enjoyed this new game.
They got out of the car soon, though and I retreated as far away as I could in the pocket. There's a lot of cool little stores in Chartington which was about 10 minutes from the town where we had grown up and were attending community college, so Darren and Will made most of a day of it. They'd walk from store to store. I'd hear snatches of conversation as they walked or if the pocket was opened more, based on the way that Will stood.
When Will made his first purchase, he dumped the change into the pocket I was in and I had to cover my head as the huge metal disks descended on me. Of course that gave him the excuse to root in the pocket for change for a later purchase. Will's huge hand entered the pocket and outmaneuvered me, pushing me back against his thigh as he searched for the right change. He also took the opportunity to rub me on the way in and out of the pocket and he did it twice more just becuase he could.
At lunchtime, they saw a mutual friend and joined him at a diner for lunch. Will and Darren shared one side of the booth and Will got in first so Darren would be on the same side as 'my' pocket. Again, Will repositioned me in his pocket, but now I was on the outside. Darren shifted position and now I was crushed between Darren's thigh and Will's thigh. I know Will rubbed me against Darren on purpose, but my friend didn't seem to notice at all, further depressing me.
One of their last stops was a hobby store which had everything from baseball cards to models to games to just about everything. I heard Darren tell Will he was checking out the stuff on the second floor - they had very different hobbies, Will as you can imagine loved models while Darren was more into strategy games.
Then I heard another familiar voice. I was my friend Steven. We had graduated together, but Steven had gone away to college while I stayed in town. This got me thinking. Will said Darren couldn't find out about me, but if someone else found me, could they get Will to undo this? Will had been still for a while, looking over some new model, leaning slightly to the left. This gave me a very shallow incline rather than a climb to get to the top of the pocket. I slowly moved my way towards the opening. I had been pretty active in the pocket, always trying to find the most comfortable and least dangerous position to stay in, so Will wasn't any the wiser. As I got to the top of the pocket, I hazarded a glance up at Will, who was deciding between two different paints. I began to ease myself out of the pocket when some stupid kid dropped something on the other side of the store. Will straightened out and I hung half in and half out of the pocket. Will immediately felt that something was wrong and looked down at me.
'You...' he started but then realized that he was in public and pushed me back into the pocket, hard. I may have made a small error.
Darren and Will drove back to Will's house after that store and Will pretty much left me alone, making me even more worried. They both had homework to do from their courses, so Darren called it a day. Will greeted his parents and told them he'd eat in his room later, he had homework.
As soon as Will got back into his room and shut the door, his hand was in the pocket. He grabbed me without any concern for how I was being held and I wound up with my head and one arm inside his fist, one arm inbetween two fingers and my legs dangling. He practically threw me onto the bed. Then he stood over me with a very bad look on his face.
'What the hell do you think you were doing?' he said. 'I told you that you belonged to me, you even told me yourself. Now you try to get away? Well, I'm gonna make sure you never try that again?'
Oh shit.

Oh shit, oh shit oh shit, I thought as Will stared down at me. He is seriously pissed.
'Get down on the floor,' he said, pointing. I moved to the edge of the bed and stopped. There was no way down.
'Didn't you hear what I said?' he asked and I didn't dare look up at that huge angry face. Just seeing his huge clenched fists (which I wanted to stay out of) was bad enough.
'There's no way down,' I told him.
'You just don't get it. You have to do what I say no matter what.
You are a toy, you are a belonging. Now if you don't do what I want, what do kids do with toys that no longer amuse them?' he asked.
I didn't want to answer.
'I'll tell you. They break them or they just put them away. Would you like to be put away in the closet for the next week, or the next month. You've already learned that you don't need to eat or drink or shit. I can make sure that no one will find you and that there's no
way out. What do you think you'd be like after a month alone in the dark?' he finished.
He was right. I'd go crazy, hell, I'd probably try to kill myself. I looked down the length of the bed for some options. When Will and Darren had left the room, they hadn't fix the bed spread. Some of it made it down to the floor. If I grabbed on...
'Get moving!' Will insisted. I ran to the end of the bed and took as much of the blanket as I could in my hand. I tried to repel down the bed like I had done to the climbing tower back at old Camp Wanaga. I made it about half way down before I lost my grip, but managed to slide down the rest of the way. Will's huge form was now in front of me. He had kicked off his shoes and taken off his socks as I climbed down off of his bed.
He lifted the front of one foot, leaving the heel on the ground. no, no, no
'Now get under my foot,' he said. I looked up at him.
'The next time you hesistate, you go in the closet,' he said and I moved!
I focused just on my destination, trying to forget about the gigantic man towering over me. I approached Will's foot and lay down on the ground. I closed my eyes after one quick glimpse of the toes and bottom of the foot hanging over me. Will lowered the foot down and I
felt the pressure on my legs and then on my chest. The air was knocked out of me and my eyes popped open. My head was right under two toes, but the rest of me was lost under the mountain of flesh.
'Two days ago you were right there and said that you belonged to me, right?' Will said.
'Yes,' I answered.
'And today you tried to get out of my pocket, tried to get away, right?' he said. What could I say.
'Yes.'
'So you know you have to be punished, right?' he said.
'Yes.'
'And during your punishment, you know what will happen if you don't obey or if you hesitate?' he said.
'Yes.'
Will moved his foot back slightly so I could see the top of it. Then he moved his foot forward, catching my arms between two of his toes. My arms were pulled over my head and then I was pulled up into the air as Will clenched his toes and picked me up in the most humilating and painful way possible. Again, I was reasonably invulnerable, but I could still feel pain, and I knew that if Will wanted to, he could find a way to really injure me.
Will flung me up in to the air and then caught me in his hand like a hacky-sack or something. I lost my air again as Will's fist closed around me. He left just my head out of his grasp as he walked over to a small desk.
'I've got homework, you're gonna stay here and keep me amused,' Will said, not opening his fist in the slightest. He opened an book and started to write out his homework.
'Maybe I could help you,' I said, desparate to get out of his fist. I wasn't trying to make him happy, I just didn't want him mad at me any more, a subtle distinction at least to me at that point. Will looked down at my tiny head protruding from his massive fist.
'Show me what you're doing,' I said. It was math. That was good. I had had this course. Will smiled.
'OK,' he said and released me from his fist. I expected him to start
on the problems, but he opened the drawer and took out some tape.
Then he grabbed me and before I knew it, he was laying me down, but
there was something against my back. He came back with the tape and
secured me to....his pencil. I wouldn't only help, I'd be involved
with the completion of the homework.

For almost half an hour I was strapped to Will's pencil. I'd get a
quick look at the problem, Will would start to work it out and I'd
move. I was also in constant touch with Will's hand as he gripped
the pencil. It was even worse when he had to erase, so I started to
point out his errors to him before they were made.

'I've gotta find a way to have you with me during tests,' he said as
we completed the last problem. I expected to be released
immediately, but Will stood up and stretched. I waited for him to
tear the tape off of me (and that would hurt), but he didn't.

He just left the room. And I sat there. And sat there. And sat
there.

Eventually Will came back. He had had dinner, watched some TV and
had returned to grab a robe.

He stopped on his way out of the room at the desk and tore the tape
off of me and yes, it did hurt. He grabbed me from above so my
entire body was inside his fist and took about a dozen steps. When
he dumped me out onto the vanity, I realized I was in the bathroom
with him. He immediately started to strip and turn on the water in
the tub. Yes, I said the tub. He was filling it with water. As we
stood there, both naked, both waiting for the tub to fill, I saw Will
everywhere. He was standing next to me, his cock hanging loose at
exactly my level and then there he was on my other side, reflected in
the mirror, but I was too, looking so tiny next to him.

When the tub had reached the level Will wanted, he turned off the tap
and turned to me. He put his hand flat on the vanity.

'Step on,' he said and I did, of course. I sat down on the firm but
yeilding surface as he carried me over to the tub. He stepped in and
rested the hand holding me on the lip of the tub. It was about as
wide as I was tall.

He told me to step off and I did. He proceeded to wash himself while
I watched. He washed his face, his arms, he splashed me while he
washed his feet and legs, but he didn't touch me.

'OK,' he said, 'Now it's your job,' nnnnnooooo He was pointing to
his groin. He gathered me up in one hand and brought up the other
one which was clutching a bar of soap. He rubbed it up and down my
body, creating some lather. Soon I was covered with soap and turning
pale. He dropped the soap and dropped me onto his chest. His
genitals were just above the level of the water.

'Get to work,' he said and I almost hesitated, but Will's words were
still pretty fresh in my memory. I started with his pubic hair,
hoping he'd let me stop there. I got down amongst the short hairs
and rubbed myself back and forth, continuing to create the lather.
When I stood up, Will's hand was waiting there with the soap. This
time he made me re-apply the soap to myself and then I knew there was
no avoiding it.

Like a waiting snake, his cock sensed my approach and leapt up as I
got close. I knew it would be a losing battle as I approached the
base. As I began to wash it, it grew. The more I would wash it, the
more of it there was to wash. I chanced a glance back at Will, down
his immense form at the face in the distance. He was very happy. He
had his head leaning back against the wall, his eyes closed. Fuck
him! The stupid prick was making me wash his prick! But I knew I
had no choice. I had to keep the anger, the embarassment inside or
else I was done for. I used my hands and then my entire body to
cover as much of his growing member as I could, but the top and tip
were over my head, out of reach.

'Will, I need help to finish,' I said. I had almost said that I
couldn't finish, but that would imply that I wouldn't finish. He
opened his eyes and saw my problem. He laughed.

'Always said you were a small man,' he said. He brought over a hand
to push his rising member down. As I cleaned, it still grew. Once I
reached the tip, the texture changed, but the growth not only
continued, but it started it's rhythmic pulses. I thought I was done
with a quick pass over the tip, but Will lifted it again so I could
get underneath. Will's cock leaned slightly to the right, so I was
on his left leg for most of my dirty, disgusting job. As soon as I
rubbed the bottom, just under the tip, Will started to shoot his
load. The hand that had been holding his cock up trapped my hands
just where they were with one thumb while Will finished. He let go
and let his cock flop onto his leg, right on top of me. Will leaned
back again and closed his eyes, very happy for the moment.

I waited for Will to take his cock off of me, the remains of his
ejaculation were running down the side and I really didn't want to
touch that again.



That's when I heard the very light snore.

As I lay under Will's cock, I seriously considered just letting
myself fall into his bathwater and drown. I didn't do it because I
didn't know if it would work and if it didn't, what Will would do to
me. As much as I hated to admit it, between the threat of shrinking
Darren and his much more recent threat of just locking me up
somewhere, he had me right where he wanted me. I had to do what he
said, no matter how disgusting or embarassing. Would I be lying here
otherwise? I didn't even dare to wake him up for fear of what he'd
do.

I did want to get cleaned up (though I didn't think anything would
ever make me feel truly clean again), but the weight of his cock on
top of me kept me in place. It was retreating again, but in my
position, I would still be under it no matter what the size and I
didn't want to chance 'waking it up' by moving. My gorge rose as
some of his spluge ran down onto my chest and legs. It took all of
my will not to jump up and dive into the water.

Far off in the distance and high above me was Will's contented face.
I checked every few seconds to see if he was waking up, to see if
he'd remove me from my latest nightmare.

I made the mistake of moving slightly to try to get some of the warm
white liquid to run off of me and felt the immediate reaction of my
captor as Will's erection began to take shape again. I froze and for
a change, my luck paid off as it grew no larger.

Will didn't wake up for at least another 10 minutes and only after
someone's car alarm went off outside. My wish to be in the water
came true as Will jumped hearing the horn go off. I quickly rubbed
all over my body while still underwater, trying to get clean. I
popped back to the surface just about even with Will's knees.

Will had deduced what had happened and laughed to see me coming up,
having to tread water in his bath. He grabbed onto a handle and
stood up. From this angle, I could imagine what the colossus of
Rhodes had looked like. Will's huge naked form covered my entire
field of vision and when he stepped out of the tub, the waves created
threatened to push me under again.

I expected him to grab me immediately, but he just started to dry
himself while I continued to tread water. It took me a few minutes
to figure out this was another test. He'd get me when he was good
and ready and he took his sweet time to dry off.

Finally, he wrapped the towel around his waist and leaned into the
tub. He pulled the plug and then kneeled down, his face right over
me.

'I could let you just go down the drain, you know,' he said, sticking
a finger into the water and tracing a random shape. I said nothing.

'But I'm having too much fun,' he said and grabbed me. I flew
skyward and found myself wrapped in the material of the robe Will had
decided not to use.

When we got back to his room, he put me down on the table while he
pulled on his boxers. Then he got into bed, turned on his side,
turned off the light, and grabbed me again. Would I never get to
sleep anywhere except in his bed?

He put me down on the pillow and rested a hand on top of me.

'Another test,' he said, 'This time, I want you here, on my pillow.
You'd better be here in the morning.' And he closed his eyes. I had
my instructions. Well, at least it wasn't his boxers again.

I actually slept for a while this time. Will's hand was over me, but
wasn't pressing down and except for the warm breeze of his breath
washing over me it was almost comfortable on the soft pillow.

Some time during the night, Will's hand was moved and I woke up. I
was elated, for a change he wasn't touching me and I could just stay
here, untouched for the night.

But then, Will's head moved just a bit closer and part of the pillow
I was on now angled downward. Before I knew it I was logrolling down
Will's pillow, stopping only when I bumped into his face. I braced
myself for him to wake up, but he didn't. He did move again, though
and instead of being next to his face, I was now under it!

Most of me was covered by Will's cheek, but I was having trouble
telling exactly what was where, since I had gotten a little tangled
up during my roll.

I felt movement down by my legs and felt hot air on them. My legs
were down near Will's mouth! The movement had been his lips opening
slightly. My right thigh was now right between his lips. Did I dare
try to move?

Will answered that for me by his next actions. Before I could make
my decision, Will started to suck on my leg. I thought I was going to get
pulled
inside and I did move slighly, much to my horror, in the wrong
direction. Now Will had my entire groin between his lips and the
combination of the moist air and then sensation of those two massive
mounds of flesh on either side of my own cock brought on a reaction
I'd rather not have again as Will started to suck me off in his
sleep.

I clamped my mouth shut as Will, who could have only been dreaming
about drinking from a straw or something, continued.

My genitals were now totally coated in Will's saliva as my unwilling
erection continued.

Maybe I should have taken being locked up in a box.

I swallowed a scream as his unconscious mind rang another climax out
of me.

I was sure he would wake up as I spurted in his mouth and take out a
terrible revenge, but my tiny drop of cum was quickly washed away and
one little shake of his head threw me back up the pillow.

I got as far away as I could, rolled up in a ball and cried myself to
sleep..

I woke up in the middle of the night, freezing my ass off. There was no way I wanted to go back to sleeping in Will's boxers or under Darren's hand, but I hadn't been cold.

I had to stay on the pillow, Will had made that clear, but there was nothing I could see to wrap myself in. Will's pillow didn't even
have a pillowcase on it that I could use. The only thing that was around to get warmth from was (gulp) Will. I looked across the pillow at his huge form. I could see the rest of his body extending so far into the distance that his feet were almost out of sight.

I didn't want to get anywhere near his mouth again, but I had to get warmer. I crawled along the pillow until I reached Will's dark
brown, unruly hair. It seemed nothing Will could do would bring it under control. Now I was considering sleeping in it like a nest. I
really couldn't believe that I was doing this, but I crawled in amongst his longish locks. Just being that much closer to the bulk of Will made it a little warmer. Thank god he had just washed his hair, I don't think I could have stood it if Will was someone who didn't wash very often.

I woke up again when Will turned onto his back and found myself right at the top of his head.

Later on my sleep was interrupted again when Will put his hand up over his head, right on top of me. He was still sleeping, but his hand noticed something that shouldn't have been there, me. I found myself wrestling with the hand among Will's hair, it was like he was trying to figure out what I was by touch alone. Every time I pushed
one of his fingers away, another came to take its place. I was hopelessly tangled in Will's hand with the hair an added distraction.

It really didn't stop until Will moved his hand again, this time taking me with it. I flew up with the hand, my right leg hooked between his index and middle fingers and my arms somewhere near his pinky. The hand and I landed hard on Will's chest, but the hand quickly untangled itself and slid to Will's side.

I was in a panic. I was off of the pillow and I was sure my 'excuse' that Will took me off himself would not be believed.

But Will slept on. From this vantage point, his face was right in front of me, sleeping, blissfull unaware of my panic. It was funny,
asleep and not mad at me or bossing me around or threatening me, he looked like the old handsome Will, the friend of a friend that was
just on the fringes of my life, not the massive giant who's every whim I had to fulfill.

I knew I had to get moving. I could just lay here on Will's chest all night, wondering about what might have been, worrying about how mad he would get if he woke up now, so I just had to move.

I stood up and took a running jump to land back on the pillow. I was climbing back up to my original location when I looked over and saw Will's eyes open.

'Hey there,' he said, smiling, 'See, isn't it better when you do what you're told,' He brought a hand up and started stroking my back.

And all I could think about was how grateful I was that he wasn't pissed. I just let him pet me, I can't believe how easy I was giving in.

'Know what,'Will said, 'it's only 8 and I don't have a class until 11.' And with that, he turned on his side and went back to sleep. Just before, though, he grabbed me again and this time he held onto me. He brought his hand in towards his chest and so I spent the next two hours clutched in Will's hand and leaning against his chest.

When Will woke up, he stretched both arms and squeezed both hands until I yelped.

'Whoops,' he said, without much of an apology.

Will threw me down onto the bed and went off for breakfast. I just sat there for most of the time Will left me alone and sulked about my circumstances. I was going to be Will's pet for however long he chose and that was it.

When Will came back in to change, he didn't even turn away or anything, he just threw the clothes onto the bed; I had to dive out of the way of a t-shirt. Then he stood next to the bed and changed even though I was right there on the level with his crotch. I actually tried to back away as Will pulled down his boxers and if he noticed, he didn't say anything.

I thought I'd be left in his room while he went to class, but just before he slipped his sneakers on, he grabbed me. First he raised me up in front of his face.

'Be good,' he said and then just as quickly I was lowered way down into the pocket of his cargo pants. On the one hand, this was better than the normal pocket since I didn't have to worry about Will's cock being so near, but it was a much different experience as the pocket moved back and forth with Will's steps.

So most of my day was spent this way - walk, walk walk, stop (driving to school), walk, walk walk, sit (in class), walk, walk walk, sit (another class). I don't know why Will brought me in the first place if I was just going to sit in the pocket. Yes, he was leaving me alone, but sitting in the dark pocket was pretty boring, especially since Will was taking classes I had had before and so I wasn't even hearing anything new.

It was only during an especially boring history class (Will's last for the day), that Will seemed to remember that I was there. Before I knew what was happening, Will had slipped his hand into the pocket. I was laying down since the pocket was on the outside of Will's thigh so when his hand entered, I found my face pressed up against the heel of Will's thumb. Will started to pet my leg with one of his fingers, but soon that wasn't enough for him. He started to explore me with his hand. He kept rubbing the heel of his thumb into my face, kept caressing my legs with his fingers.

The...friction of the constant motion started my erection going again. No matter what I did, the feeling of the rough skin (at my size) of Will's fingers rubbing against my cock took it totally out of my control. Of course once Will felt that, he began to concentrate his efforts. He started to stroke me with the tip of his thumb. To Will, it was a tiny movement, but to me, it was a run from ball sack to tip. Then he moved his index finger over and started to use both fingers to surround my cock. Oh, crap, I didn't want this to happen. Not here, not in his pocket.

Soon, though, I was caught up in the sensations and moving along with his motions. He knew exactly what he was doing, though, and gave one good squeeze at just the right moment and I exploded all over myself and his fingers. Will roughly rubbed my cum onto me and withdrew his hand.

This was getting to be too much. This was the fourth time he had made me cum and two of those times he didn't even know he had done it. Was he going to make me even the score?

And I spent the rest of Will's day at school in the pocket. When he
got home, he took off his cargo pants and changed into something
else. I don't know what he changed into since he left me in the
pocket. One minute I was waiting for him to take me out after I had
deduced that he had gone home and the next, my world was turned
upside down as Will took off the pants that I was in, threw them on
his bed and left the room.

A few minutes later, I crawled out of the pocket. He had left me
here, alone. I really wasn't anything to him except a possession.
He had left me in the pocket just like his wallet, or keys or pen. I
was really exhausted from my pocket experience, not just his giant
hand job, but every time he walked, I had to keep my balance. I was
really tired.

So, I just lay down on Will's bed to get some sleep. I needed some
uninterrupted rest since the last few nights had had their
adventures. I fell right to sleep.


Some time later, I began to wake up. I stretched and turned over
onto my back. What had woken me up? And what was that smell?

Oh, shit. I recognized it, I'm sorry to say. That musky odor was
Will! My eyes flew open and I just froze. In front of me were
Will's twin legs, pressing against the edge of the bed. As my eyes
travelled up his form, I saw that he was nude, looking like some
Greek God staring down at his worshiper.

He was busy, though, stroking his cock with his right hand. And that
huge rod was pointed right at me.

'Don't move,' he said in a cold, serious voice. My eyes travelled up
to his face, then back to the growing cock aimed at me. He was not
kidding. This was his way of showing me, again, that he could do
whatever he wanted.

I wanted to back away, to turn away from the monstrosity in front of
me. I wanted to make this all a dream, to go back to my normal life,
but the reality of my situation was as inescapable as Will's scent
washing over me.

And he kept stroking. And all the while, his eyes were fixed on me.
I was less than nothing to him and he was proving his total control
over me, to both him and me.

'Will,' I said in a scared voice, much more scared than I wanted to
let on, but his only reaction was an increase in the size of his
erection. He loved having this power.

I had wondered if there would be payback for my experience in his
pocket and this was it, only this time, I didn't have to even touch
him.

And he kept stroking. Honestly, if it had been me, I would have cum
a long time before. One last look into Will's eyes did it for him.
He saw the terror on my face and that was it. I had just enough time
to throw my arms up in front of my face before the white surges hit.
The warm liquid ran down my arms and all over my torso. First one
hit, then another, a third each one as strong as the one before. It
wasn't until his fifth or sixth that the pressure began to slacken.

Finally, it was over. I was disgusted beyond belief having his cum
covering me, but one look back at his face showed me that he was,
well not happy, exactly, but satisfied. His mission accomplished, he
grabbed a pair of boxers, then jeans, then a t-shirt and left again.

I finally put my arms down and screamed! I couldn't believe that he
would do this to me.

As I was about to get up, to wipe the disgusting mess off of me, Will
came back into the room.

'I said don't move,' he said and lifted his shirt to put on some
deodorant.

'Will, please,' I said, not sure of what else to do.

'Please what?' he said, brushing his hair.

'Can I please,' now I had to be careful the wrong words could set him
off again, 'clean up?'

He stood there, making a big production of deciding.

'Since you asked, then yes,' he said. He picked up a tissue and
tossed it down to me, laughing when he saw that to me, it was the
size of a bedspread.

I cleaned myself up while he watched. I couldn't get it all off, but
most would have to do for now. I could only hope that he'd take me
into the bathroom again, so I could get cleaned up better.

I stood there with the huge tissue between my arms when Will pointed
at the wastebasket near his bed. I had to walk down most of the
length of the bed and then prayed that it would go in. Luckily, it
was right next to the bed and I just dropped it in.

'Darren and I are meeting some friends,' he said as he came back to
the side of the bed. I wondered if he would take me with him again,
to taunt me with Darren's mere presence.

Not this time. He grabbed me by one foot and lifted me off of the
bed. He carried me over to his dresser and dropped me in his sock
drawer, like he had the night that Darren had stayed over. He closed
the drawer and left.

I was alone, a prisoner in Will's drawer, I had the remains of Will's
cum drying on me.

I think I wanted to die.

I lay there in Will's sock drawer and imagined how I could kill
myself. Unfortunately, I remembered that Will had made it so I
really couldn't get hurt much so I'd only succeed in inflicting pain
on myself if I tried.

At some point, pretty late, Will came home.

Stinking drunk.

Now of course we were no strangers to beer. I was close enough to
legal age that I didn't get carded and Darren and I would get an
occasional six pack, especially if a cool horror movie was on TV.

Will, though, was well beyond that. He stumbled into his room and
kicked off his shoes, trying to be quiet and that was only making it
worse.

I didn't know how drunk he was until he opened the drawer and I was
able to smell his breath as he looked down at me. He had already
stripped down to his boxers and was ready for bed.

He didn't say anything, he just grabbed me and stumbled over to his
bed. I think he was going to try to put me in his boxers again, but
he only had time to fall down onto the bed, drop me between his legs,
lie back and he was asleep.

I waited a while to see if he would wake up and for the moment,
didn't move. I was right next to his left leg, just where the
material of his boxers ended. His cock and balls were still much too
close for comfort.

Well, I was still on his bed, but he hadn't been coherent enough to
give any instructions like on the previous nights and so I had to
find somewhere on the bed to stay out of his way for the night.

I was about to start walking when Will moved. He brought his legs
together, bent them and turned on his side. Of course, for me this
was bad. What wasn't. In bringing his legs together, Will had
trapped me between them. To make matters worse, I was on my back
with only my head and I think my feet sticking out from between
Will's huge legs.

Before giving up and resigning myself to this position for the rest
of the night, I thought Will's inebriation could actually work to my
advantage. He's never remember anything that happened. I had to use
what I had learned over the past few days to my advantage instead of
his.

With effort, I was able to work my right arm free. Will's balls were
close enough that I could reach them and I thanked gawd that Will
didn't sleep in the nude. At least I had the material of the boxers
between me and them. I started to just push against them, hoping
for a reaction. Will was a randy son of a gun and I was counting on
his seemingly nightly need for a midnight grope to get me free. I
was also counting on my ability to get out of the way of his hand and
cock so as not to get caught up in that again.

I finally started to get some reaction.

'Mmmm,' Will moaned and straightened his legs. This meant instead of
reaching across, I had to reach over my head to try to continue my
massage. I knew that this was working too when Will's growing cock
was suddenly within reach. I switched targets and Will flopped back
onto his back. I quickly withdrew my hand as Will's own huge one
approached. Will had crossed his feet, so I was still stuck between
his legs.

Then everything moved. Will adjusted himself in his sleep, moving
his boxers around. I was pressed so tightly up against his leg that
instead of being at the bottom of the boxers, I was now being slid
into the leg opening. My legs were totally inside his boxer leg and
I was being moved higher as Will continued to adjust and stimulate
himself in his sleep.

I tried to kick, but I was now so high on Will's leg that my legs
were being stuck into the small opening between Will's ball sack and
his thigh, the extra skin of the sack wrapping up my legs tight.
Soon, my entire body was in Will's boxers. What a stupid idea I had
had.

And now, Will's hand started to grip his cock and his fingers kept
pushing the top of my head. I soon lost all sense of where I was.
Everything was cotton and Will and movement.

I knew Will had finally worked his cock free and out of the boxer's
fly when there was a little light and some precious fresh air. My
legs were now being pushed down, under Will's sack and I really,
really, really didn't want to think about what was down there. My
head was still kind of free, but I was surrounded by Will's pubic
hairs. It was like being buried neck deep in a field of weeds. And
every stroke of Will trapped me tighter.

'Uuuugggggg' and finally Will came. Not much and thank gawd it ran
down the side of his other leg. And then no movement at all. It
seems this had taken the last of his energy and he was going to sleep
off the beer or whatever. I was here for the duration.

So there I was under a checkered sky of boxers, buried head deep in a
forest of skin and pubic hair. Will moved very little during the
night and in fact, only when I tried to wiggle my way out and I only
succeeded in stimulating him again, so that ended quick.

I actually slept, believe it or not and only woke up when I felt Will
move. I thought I was going to be released, but either he didn't
feel me or didn't care. I felt him swing his legs to the side of the
bed and then he stood up. I was positioned just perfectly between
his sack and thigh that I was held in place.

Will stumbled out of his room and to the bathroom. I deduced this
when light streamed in through an opening off to my left and huge
fingers entered the shorts and pulled out his cock. Will sighed with
relief as he pissed, still somehow unaware of where I was.

I didn't know whether to call out or not. If he thought I was hiding
from him, I definately would, but I was too embarassed, even at this
late date, for him to find me there. He might even take the idea and
keep me here regularly.

Will finished, rinsed off his hands and stomped back to his bedroom.
I almost did scream when Will threw himself down on the bed and my
world turned upside down. Again, I was still stuck, but was
protected from being crushed by Will's thigh. I spent several
minutes upside down and then Will flipped back over again.

Then snoring again. I had no idea when Will's first class was, but I
really didn't care. I just wanted to be out of here. For a change,
I got my chance. Will bent his left leg, opening up my prison and I
fell down onto the bottom of the boxers. I was so grateful to be
free, it took me a minute to see how precarious my position was. I
had to get out or I could wind up under him and down at the.....no I
wasn't going there.

I jumped up onto Will's thigh and knew I had to move 'north' towards
the waistband. I couldn't go to the leg opening since his bent leg
was closing it off. I wasn't going to climb over his cock to get to
the other, so it would have to be the waistband. I could then jump
down to the bed and find a place to rest for however long Will
slept.

I had just lowered the band back down, gently when Will woke up. He
smiled to see me.

'You really like it in there, don't you?' he said.

'No,' I answered.

He looked over at the clock. It read 10:30.

'Oh, shit!' he said and I fell down off of his body as he jumped up.

'I've got a fucking 11:00 class. Why didn't you wake me up?'

'How was I supposed to know?' He gave me a look at that and grabbed
me roughly in his hand after pulling on a t-shirt. He put me down on
his desk and rooted through the drawers, pulling out a weird
collection of things. They were all for me, of course.

First, Will held up a small digital clock, a part of a small watch
maybe. He stood me up and pushed it against my body, holding his
other hand against my back. Then he got out some tape and wound it
around me and the clock. He was careful not to cover the readout.
He wound the tape around twice more, trapping my hands to my sides.
I was so small I couldn't even break scotch tape. Then he took out a
length of stretchy string. He wrapped it around my feet and then he
used two fingers to push my arms up and then tied them together.

I was going to school with Will again and now I knew how. I was
going to be his watch. He slipped his hand through the loop and I
wound up on the top of his wrist. He adjusted the string and I was
held tight. Not really painfully, but just enough to notice. Will
raised his arm and I was looking him right in the face.

'Cool' he smirked and pulled on a long sleeve shirt over his t. Will
didn't want anyone else to see me. I didn't know how he would have
explained a naked man watch anyway.

And so Will went to school and I rode along. When Will walked, I
swung forwards and back with his arm. When he drove, I was on my
back again as Will always drove with his left hand on top of the
wheel.

Every so often, a huge finger would appear and slide back the
material and I'd be looking into Will's eyes.

Just before he got out of the car, he left me uncovered and talked to
me.

'You've got to learn that you're gonna do these things for me,' he
said, 'You are here to make me happy.' he said and slid the sleeve
down again.

I spent another day listening to lectures I had heard almost two
years before. Will could still play with me during the boring parts,
but I was almost glad that the clock covered my crotch. At least
that wasn't available to him today.

My heart almost stopped when I heard Will call out to Darren in small
student center dining hall. They talked about normal things, but
being so small, unnoticed and unconsidered continued to depress me.

Will continued to give me teasing glimpses of freedom and it was
especially hard when he lifted his arm again, slid the sleeve just
enough for him to see me and the time and say, 'Gotta go, talk to you
later,' and leave Darren behind.

I expected to be released when Will got home, but he left me on as he
worked on some homework and made a sandwich. This seemed to be
turning out to be his favorite way to carry me. I was always
touching him, always available to him and he didn't have to worry
about my running away.

I really thought I'd be released when I heard clothes fall away and
assumed he was going to shower. It wasn't until he pulled off the
long sleeved shirt that I saw that he was still in his bedroom. He
left his t-shirt on, but everything else was off. He lay down and
extended his left arm, the one with me still strapped to it towards
his rising member.

Should I move and take that chance that Darren would feel me, or
should I just stay put until Darren got up and back on the couch? It
was like one of those old 'choose your own adventure' books from when
I was a kid.

Darren's huge form was all I could see and even his smallest
movements had an effect on me. When he would reach out to take
another sip of his soda, I had more light. When he would talk to
Will I almost had to cover my ears, his voice was so loud. When he
laughed, the world shook.

'Hey, toss me that TV Guide,' Darren said and Will must have done
it. I felt Darren move and then everything re-settled, but his shirt
tail fell down right in front of me. From my position lying under
the material around the bottom of the couch, his shirt tail was
actually on top of it. I could look up and see inside of Darrne's
shirt. The smell of Darren began to waft down to me.

Darren must not have been comfortable with his shirt un-tucked and I
just barely held in a scream as his huge hand came towards me. In
one fell swoop, he gathered up the bottom of his shirt and tucked it
back into his pants. And he took me with it. He hadn't even looked,
he just gathered up everything and I got wrapped up in it.

This time I did scream as Darren's hand rolled up his shirt and
shoved it into the top of his pants, but he couldn't hear me. There
was pressure all around me, but mainly from Darren's back and ass
against his pants. This was the end, Darren would be shrunk and Will
would do something unspeakable to get rid of me.

But Darren didn't feel me and I did not move one inch. Now even his
breathing affected me. I could feel the rhythm of his chest make my
prison tighter, looser, tighter, looser. Just a little, but when you
are as smal as I am, it's noticeable.

After some unknown time, to me it felt like hours, Darren moved
again. I didn't know how or where, just that he was moving. Soon, I
found myself fighting pressure on both sides as Darren sat back on
the couch. And that lasted for another eternity.

I had almost found myself wishing for the end when Darren moved yet
again and I wound up upright. How the hell? Darren must be lying
down on his side. And my weight was pulling his shirt down just
slightly. I saw light below me and then I fell. I was dumped out
against the back cushion of the couch with Darren extending to either
side of me. I dove down into the space between the back and the
cushion just as Darren's hand came back, the huge monster just
missing my legs as it tucked his shirt back in again.

I lay there for a few minutes just trying to get my bearings and my
breath back. I may just be able to make it to Will. I would be
hidden by the cushions as I went, I realized.

I started to crawl under the cushion. If I had stood up, I'd be
noticed, but crawling should be safe. I banged my head into the end
of the couch before I knew I was there and then waited. I peeked my
head out for just a second and saw that Darren was still lying on the
couch on his side, his arm was against the side, propping his head
up. I also managed to catch sight of Will, still sitting on the
floor.

A good ten minutes later, Darren sat up and I crawled to the edge of
the couch as quickly as I could. I wanted to be ready to get to
Will.

'Wanna beer?' Darren asked.

'Sure,' Will said. Yes! I felt Darren get up and heard him walk out
of the room.

I looked out of my perch and saw that the floor was at least 20'
below me. But I had to do this. I lowered myself so the fall would
be shortened and then let go. I landed on my feet, and for once was
glad for the changes Will had raught in me. I turned and saw Will's
huge body in front of me. I ran over to his feet and he saw me.

'Good boy,' he said and pointed to the bottom of his pants. He
wanted me to go inside. I heard Darren coming back and I dove for
the cave that was Will's left pants leg. I crawled halfway up the
shin to be sure that Darren wouldn't see me.

Will knew exactly where I was, though and rolled his leg to the left,
trapping me under it as he reached for his beer. The hairs on his leg
tickled as he kept rubbing them against me, lying under his leg.

And the worst of it was that I was relieved to be back with him, I
was even happy that I had done as he had told me. I was thinking
that he might even trust me a little. Oh, god, I was starting to
accept this nightmare.

Later, I felt tapping along the outside of the pants and realized
Will wanted me to move higher. He lifted his leg slightly so I could
get out from underneath, but he moved his leg and I knew he wanted me
on the inside rather than the outside of his leg. I was thinking
that maybe it was becuase he didn't want Darren to see me moving and
that may have been part of it, but it wasn't the only reason.

I crawled along, leg to the right of me, pants material to the left.
The darkness was almost complete and the odor of Will was surrounding
me. It was getting to be familiar. As I got higher, past the knee,
the room I had to crawl got smaller. Soon, I had to turn on my side
and push myself along. Then I got to his boxers. I was about to
crawl over them when Will's hand came down on the outside of the
pants blocking my way.

I backed up and he moved his hand. I was about to move forward again
when his hand came down. Damn it, did he want me to go on or what?
Then his hand moved again and pulled at the bottom of his boxers.

No, no, no.

But he would have it no other way. I pulled on the boxer material
and another, stronger whiff of Will washed over me. The darkness was
now complete as I pulled myself into Will's boxers and they started
to shift as his cock came to life, with me so close. Once I had
pulled my legs and feet inside, my outstretched arms were beginning
to encounter some short, wiry hairs and I could feel him growing
bigger.

I stopped, hoping he'd be satisfied with my progress.

Will was satisfied, at least for a little while. Oh he still played
with me from outside of his pants, tracing my tiny form with a
finger, but he didn't expect me to do any more for the moment.

When he got up and sat on the couch, I went with him, barely moving
at all. In the cramped, hot, sweaty darkness I almost longed to be
held by Will again, if only just to get back into the light.

When Will got up, I thought he was heading home, but as I heard a
metallic sound in front of me, I knew he was in the bathroom. Light
came through the boxer material and then I was blinking my eyes from
the brightness as Will spread the fly with his fingers. They grabbed
his cock and pulled it out as I was left to watch, the material of
the boxers holding me against his groin.

Just when I thought he had forgotten about me, he tucked his cock
back into the boxers and then pulled them away from him. I saw his
face looking down the cliff of his chest at me in his boxers. He
reached in and pulled me out, his hands reeking from pissing.

He brought me closer and closer to his huge face and I turned away as
he rubbed me against his stubbly cheek.

'You did it! I'm almost proud of you,' he said and I was...glad. And
he knew it. He brought me in front of his face and pressed his huge
lips against my chest. I could feel his breath totally surrounding
me. I thought he was going to put me down, but he moved his mouth
lower. His tongue darted out and licked my entire lower half. Now
it was my cock responding to movement and Will smiled as he started
to push my lower body into his mouth. I raised my hand to hit him,
to make him stop, but just the narrowing of his eyes told me I had
better let him do what he wanted. Everything from my stomach down
was in Will's mouth and his tongue seemed to be everywhere. I
pressed my hands over my mouth to keep from screaming and that seemed
to encourage Will even more. His tongue found my growing erection
and made sure it got most of his attention. I closed my eyes, trying
to forget the very self-satisfied look I saw in Will's own huge
orbs. Just when I thought I could hold it no more, he stopped. He
pulled me out of his mouth and lay me down on his palm. I reached
out, ready to finish myself off when Will's index finger blocked my
arm.

'Uh, Uh, Uh,' he said, wagging it back and forth, 'I do that. You
get to come when I say.' Crap! I really, really needed to do this.

'Hmmm, where haven't you ridden yet?' he said and then sat down on
the edge of the tub. He pulled his shoe off and I started to
struggle in his hand. He looked down and I stopped immediately.

He hadn't worn socks and so I was laid up against the top of his
foot. He lay me face down and my feet found a space to rest in the
spaces between his toes. He pulled the shoe on over me and tied it.
I felt each lace across my back and then a huge tug as he tied the
knot.

I rode the bucking bronco of Will's foot as he walked the few paces
back to the den. Boy was I glad he had brought his car. Every so
often he'd tap his foot or flex it and I'd move with it.

Fuck, I really wanted to come!!!!! Every movement of Will's foot
rubbed me against it, but if I came after he told me not to - and I
knew he'd be able to feel it if I did, he'd find a way to get back at
me.

Finally, I felt him stand up again and I knew that he was heading
home when he walked up the stairs. I even knew when he was driving
since I was on his right foot and had to move with his foot as it
pressed down on the gas pedal.

I expected to be taken out as soon as he got home, but he left his
shoes on and sat down again. Later I'd find out he had stopped in
the kitchen to have a snack.

When I felt the laces being loosened over me I was so relieved and
almost jumped into his hand as he reached for me, so grateful was I
to be out of the darkness. My erection was still going strong and
this amused Will very much.

I lay in his hand as he decided what to do next. He began stroking
me and since I was so small, the stroke started just under my chin
and wound up down near my knees. To Will it was only a slight
movement of a finger, but to me it was ramping up the pressure.

'Not yet,' he said quietly. I clenched my teeth, trying to summon up
the will power to keep my cum at bay. He licked his finger and
stroked again.

'oooh, oooh,' I said, in spite of the situation.

'Not yet,' he said. He was loving this, maybe even more than making
me make him come.

More stroking and more pressure. I had to, I had to, I had to.

'Not yet,' he said, picking up the pace of his strokes.

'NNNNNNNNNNNNNNN' I said through my tightly closed lips.

His finger approached again, he opened his mouth and
said, '........

'.............now!'

'AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA' I screamed as I came, holding onto Will's fingers as my back arched. I felt like a fountain as I pumped more and more out onto Will's hand.

Will laughed hard and long. 'All right!' he said, sounding impressed. 'Wasn't that worth the wait?' It was the most intense feeling I had ever had.

'Come on, let's get you cleaned up,' he said.

I actually got to bathe, to get all the different stains and dirt off of me that I had accumulated over the last few days. And all of this because I had done what Will wanted.

Cleaned and refreshed, Will carried me back to his room. He put me down on the table next to his bed while he changed for bed. Maybe if I stayed with him tonight by choice, Will would treat me even better. Maybe I'd get my clothes back. Maybe he wouldn't make me ride in his shoe again.

As Will got into bed, he held a hand out. 'Wanna sleep here?' he asked. I nodded and walked right over to his hand. Will didn't look surprised at all and I barely flinched as the huge digits surrounded me.

I rode over in his hand, wondering where he'd have me sleep tonight and was almost pleasantly surprised that he just put me down on his chest with his hand over me.

'Night Nick,' he said

'Good night Will,' I answered and damn it if you can believe it, I actually had a good night sleep. Without my trying to escape, Will's hand stayed where it was. The warmth from Will's body and the regular rise and fall of his chest lulled me to sleep pretty quickly.

I did wake up before Will and I turned over onto my stomach. His hand didn't even move. I watched Will's sleeping face, still as huge as a billboard, and realized that this could be my fate for the rest of my life, and if I didn't get used to it, that could be a very short life indeed. I could be treated a whole lot better than I had been, and not much worse, so what was there to lose? My pride had gone at some time, I'm not sure if it was the first time Will had made me make him come, or when I was forgotten while he jerked himself off, being just a watch on his wrist, but that impediment was pretty much gone.

I slipped out from under Will's hand and knew my 'training' was complete when I actually thought about giving Will a little suprise to get him up. I started walking 'south' towards Will's boxers. If this didn't show him I was willing to cooperate, I didn't know what would. I stepped onto the boxer material and headed for the fly. It was slightly open already and I ducked and crawled in. Even from the slight pressure of my steps, I knew that Will was feeling something as his cock began to grow in front of my eyes. Soon I didn't have to stay crouched down in the boxers as they tented over me.

I could feel Will stir in his sleep and knew it was now or never. I walked forward and wrapped my arms around his growing erection. It responded almost immediately and pretty spectacularly. It seemed that every time I moved down, when I came back up, it was taller. I felt, rather than saw, Will's hand approaching from the right, it was fumbling for the opening of the fly, but I wanted to do this myself, so I didn't help it.

Down and up, down and up I slid, the scent of Will now letting me know of my success rather than something to stay away from.

I knew Will was awake when he spread the fly of the boxers and exposed both of us to the light. I looked back and saw, far off in the distance, Will's smile of, what pride? just sexual satisfaction? Well, it didn't matter and it didn't take me very long to finish the job. As Will shook under me, I knew I had accomplished my mission and was even allowed to step back as he blew his load.

'Morning!' I called out.

'Hey!' he called back. His hand approached from behind, surrounded me and brought me back towards his face. He stood me up right in front of it, Will's every breath warming me.

'Surprise,' I said lamely.

'You bet,' he answered. He just stared at me for another minute and then put me back down on the bed. He tucked himself back into his boxers, grabbed a fresh pair and left to clean himself off.

When he came back, he actually told me what was going to happen next, something he'd never done before.

'I'm gonna go down and have breakfast. I might have a suprise for you when I get back,' he said, pulling on a t-shirt and jeans.

So I got to spend some time on my own, and not in a drawer. That was a change already. I was really kind of anxious for Will's suprise and when I heard someone coming up the stairs, I was ready.

But not when I heard Darren's voice. I dove under the blankets. I had finally gotten on Will's good side, I couldn't let this spoil it now.

It was only Darren coming in, I heard him say something about 'OK, see you in a minute,' to Will. When Darren's huge form sat down on the bed, I froze. And then when he started to move things, I panicked. I wanted to call out to him, to stop him from finding me, for both of our sakes.

When Will came in, I thought they'd leave, but then I got the shock of my life.

'Did you find him yet?' Will asked.

'No,' Darren answered.

'I told you I trained him good,' Will said. WHAT!!!!!!

Darren lifted up more of the blanket and I saw him catch sight of me.

'There he is,' Darren said.

'Well, get him out of there,' said Will.

And now it was Darren's huge hand, snaking its way under the blankets, coming for me. I was in shock, I couldn't move and I didn't as Darren wrapped his hand around me and I was pulled out.

Darren opened his hand and now both of their huge faces were looking down at me.

'Darren? Will?' I asked, not sure what to say.

Will started laughing at that. 'Oh, my god how you fell for this,' he said, 'It was Darren that wanted you. He knew that I had the shrinking formula, but he knew he couldn't train you right. Oh, crap Darren, you should have seen him when I told him what would happen to you if he let you find him. It was like, oh no, not my friend Darren,' Will finished in a high falsetto voice and they both cracked up at that.

'What?' I said, weakly.

'Now you're mine,' Darren said quietly.

'He's ready,' Will said, 'He was pretty stubborn at first, but let's say that this morning proved that he's ready to be a real good pet.'

'Darren?' I said, continuing my one word communication.

'Cool,' Darren said, to Will, not to me. He lowered his face towards me, 'I've always wanted a little man and how cool is it that it's you.'

'Do you want his clothes?' Will asked.

'Nah, I don't think he's gonna need them,' Darren answered, the lust in his voice beginning to scare me. I never thought Darren would hurt me, but I wasn't sure now.

'Ready to head out to class?' Will asked.

'Almost,' said Darren. With that he closed his hand around me again and started to lower it. When I saw where he was going, I tried to struggle, but he held me too tight for any struggle to make a difference.

With his other hand, Darren loosened his belt and opened up his jeans. He pulled out the waistband of his boxers and lowered me into them. He deposited me right next to his cock, which was already beginning to decrease the available area in the boxers. As Darren let me go and withdrew his hand, I saw him still staring at me.

'This is gonna be great,' he said and then the light was cut off.

As I sat there in the moist, hot darkness, beginning to learn the smell of Darren as I had that of Will, I knew my life as I had known it was over. I would be Darren's pet and sex toy and Will had trained me well. I was already thinking about what I could do to impress Darren and get him to treat me better.

help me

The End.