Jeff

Jeff was one of those guys that everybody liked immediately.  He was good natured, didn’t take life too seriously, and unconsciously thought the best of people unless they proved themselves otherwise.  Tall, naturally toned, and athletic, Jeff blended easily into a variety of crowds.  He laughed easily, lighting up his gray eyes in a way that was infectious.  One of his friend’s mothers once described him as lovable as a hound dog.  Not being exceptionally bright, Jeff’s feelings were hurt until his friend said his mom was complimenting him.  Jeff had just looked down at his big hands and blushed.

Jeff worked doing dishes and maintenance at a café on the edge of town.  One day as he walked to work, hands shoved in his pockets as he plodded along, he realized he was feeling kind of anxious.  He was in his third year of community college, struggling with grades, working long hours, and feeling as if his life was going nowhere.  He thought of his father, a strong man who worked long hours, spent time with his buddies at the pool hall, and tended to be intolerant of weakness.  His father had grunted when Jeff told him he was going to college.  He reminded Jeff that his mother had left them after going back to school, her mind filled with new-fangled ideas.  Jeff sighed, feeling a bit depressed, his head beginning to ache with from the effort of deep thoughts.

Jeff walked around the back of the café so that he could enter through the kitchen.  Someone had left a vegetable delivery by the door.  As Jeff swung back one of his heavy boots to kick it out of the way, he was distracted by a quick movement as if something very small had darted behind the box.  He reached down and pulled the box away. The small shape took off along the wall and Jeff jumped back at first, thinking it was a rat.  With a quick flash of recognition, he realized it was a tiny man, one of the little people.  Jeff recalled two things simultaneously.  First, he remembered how, when he was in about junior high, the first confirmed reports of little people had hit the news.  No one was sure where they were from but scientists had speculated that it was an ‘invasion’ of sorts from an alternate universe.  A special Homeland Security force had been formed to handle the capture and investigation of little people.  Jeff didn’t understand what any of it meant but he knew the little people were real.  That was the second thing that flashed through his mind, how he had actually caught one a couple of years ago.

He had been on a camping trip with his father and some friends of the family.  Jeff had hiked off on his own and had come across a couple of little people and their camp.  One of them had escaped and he recalled the shrill screams as he reached out to grab them.  He had a kindly heart so he still blushed when he remembered how terrified the miniature man was when his hand wrapped around him.  Worse, he remembered the feeling of his thumb cracking the poor thing’s rib cage.  Jeff hadn’t meant to hurt him at all, it just happened.  The little people were obviously very fragile and Jeff had grabbed instinctively.  The man hadn’t lived long after Jeff had crushed him.  Jeff wrapped him in what looked like a tent that the little people had pitched.  He took the body and all of the tiny objects he could find home with him.  He found it fascinating, amazed at how perfect yet miniscule everything was as he poked, probed, and played with the tiny things.  Jeff eventually did his civic duty and turned everything over to the local police but he never forgot how it felt to hold that tiny man in his hand.

So Jeff was far more careful this time.  He slammed down a boot in the path of the man’s escape.  His heart skipped a beat when he thought maybe he had misjudged the distance and was going to squash him under his big boot.  Instead, it was almost comical to watch how the tiny man ran right into the side of the boot and bounced back, landing on his butt.  Part of Jeff’s brain registered the fact that he hadn’t even felt the impact, reminding him to be careful when catching this one.  The tiny creature was on his back, scrambling like a crab backwards, trying to escape.  It was easy for Jeff, hunkering down, to put one hand behind him and carefully, oh so carefully, wrap his fingers around the fighting squirming body.

As he stood up with the struggling tiny man in his hand, he felt a wave of something he couldn’t quite describe, it was almost like disgust.  The full grown tiny man was so pathetic, so weak, just a slight squeeze and Jeff could smush him.  His fascination gave way and he raised the tiny man to his face.  The guy was nearly insane with fear, it seemed, red in the face and screaming, a tiny thin sound.  The creature’s backpack dangled over the side of Jeff’s thumb.  Jeff shushed him, watching as the tiny man’s hair blew around under the wave of his breath.  He told the little guy that he wouldn’t hurt him but that he had to calm down or he might get hurt.  The guy paused, staring wide eyed at Jeff.  He squirmed again, regaining a hold on his backpack as Jeff slid him into his pocket, cautiously, not wanting to lose this one.  Jeff wasn’t often in positions in which he felt so powerful but he was getting that feeling now.  The tiny body in his deep pocket squirmed, thrashed, fell quiet and then started squirming all over again.  Jeff felt a surge of strength as he realized that he had captured a tiny little man who could nothing to him at all and couldn’t possibly escape from something as simple as a pants pocket.  Jeff chuckled, feeling very good.

When he got into the café Jeff hunted around for something to put the little man in.  As much as he was getting off on the feeling of the squirming man in his pocket he knew that the danger to the little man was too great to keep him there.  He wanted this one to last.  Jeff found a decorative lantern on a shelf in the back, the type that is six sided glass for tea lights.  He opened the lantern, took out the candle, reached into his pocket and carefully gripped the little man.  He chuckled again as he felt itsy bitsy fists hitting his thumb.  The guy was so ridiculous.  Jeff’s thumb and forefinger managed to grip something, it was probably the guy’s leg, and he pulled him out and upward.  The man was really screaming now as he swung around in Jeff’s grip and it was irritating Jeff.  “Shut up already,” Jeff mumbled as he dropped the guy into the lantern, closing the door behind him.  The guy was up immediately, hitting his tiny fists against the glass sides.  Jeff picked up the lantern, causing the tiny man to go crashing against one of the sides, tumbling around.  “Man, I have got to learn to be more careful,” he thought, hearing a tiny groan from inside.  Jeff hid the lantern behind some boxes in the storeroom and went to work.

Jeff felt energized at the thought of having captured a tiny man and his energy was obvious at work.  Even his boss mentioned it.  As he did dishes at the café, Jeff imagined how the tiny man would  look struggling and swimming in the warm soapy water, it would be like a sea to him.  As he mopped the floor, he imagined the tiny man near his big boot, not even tall enough to be half the length of his sole.  Jeff even imagined how it would feel to just hold the miniature body in his hand, squeezing to get the guy squirming again.  It caused him to blush because Jeff had never really thought of himself as the type who would get off on freaking out small creatures.  At one point Jeff just stared at his own hand, outstretched, thinking that he had more strength in his thick thumb than the tiny man had in his whole body.  Jeff was only mildly surprised that every thought about owning a little person gave him a raging boner.

Work couldn’t end soon enough.  Jeff said goodnight, took off his apron and headed for the storeroom, unconsciously rubbing his crotch.  He didn’t pause to think of how it would feel for the little man to suddenly see the huge boxes hiding his prison to shift, move, and disappear, replaced by the billboard sized face of Jeff, eyes squinting.  Jeff reached out and grabbed the lantern by its handle, again causing the little man to crash against the sides, tumble, and roll around.  Even though Jeff felt a twinge of guilt he also felt that wave of revulsion; the tiny creature was just so pathetic, tumbling around just from being picked up.  He didn’t even mumble an apology this time, he just lumbered towards the door and for home.  Jeff even occasionally swung his arm a bit more than usually, feeling a slight thrill at how it was effecting the man inside the lantern.

When he got home and heard the television blaring the baseball game, Jeff got a little daring.  He yelled out, “Hey, Dad,” and strode into the living room, hand wrapped around the lantern.  Jeff’s father was in the recliner, drinking beer, and looking like he just got home from work himself.  He was a bit taller than Jeff, fuller, also naturally fit and toned.  His huge work boots hung off the end of the footrest as he watched the game intently.  Jeff set the lantern on the end table to the side of his dad’s arm, just out of his father’s sight.  He walked around to talk to him, feeling himself getting hard again at the thought of seeing the size differential between the tiny man and his father.  It was freaking him out a little but he couldn’t help himself.  After a few perfunctory comments about the game, Jeff glanced over at the end table.  He boned instantly, seeing the tiny man banging on the side of the lantern just a few inches away from his father’s muscular arm.  “Man,” Jeff thought, “If Dad sees him he’s a goner!  He hates that alien stuff about little people!” Jeff remembered watching the news with his father when the first reports of little people came out.  “I don’t trust anything that’s not even as tall as my dick is long,” he roared at the T.V.   Jeff imagined his father squashing the tiny man under his massive fist and it made him harder still.  What was more, his father was completely oblivious.  Something about that made Jeff excited, seeing a frantic little man, adrenaline racing, banging for all he was worth on the glass sides of his cage, and the giant nearby not even noticing.

Jeff said something inane to his father, picked up the lantern, and sauntered off to his room.  He put the lantern down on his desk a little heavier than he’d intended and couldn’t help but smirk as he saw the little man sprawl around yet again.  The pathetic thing was probably pretty bruised by now, Jeff thought.  Jeff sat down at the desk and rested one arm on the table, admiring the way his muscular forearm was more than half the height of the alien.  He leaned over to get a real good look.  In some ways it was hard to think of the tiny man as an alien.  Except for his size he was in every way like any guy Jeff had ever seen.  It was hard to tell but Jeff guessed he was a few years older than himself.  He was in very good shape.  He was wearing a uniform shirt of some kind.  This made Jeff smirk, the idea of an army of tiny men just cracked him up.  The captive had stepped back and was against the far wall of the lantern, staring up at Jeff with obvious fear.  “No where to run, micro man,” Jeff rumbled.  “But hey, don’t worry.  I’ll take good care of you, I promise.  If my old man finds you he’ll smush you and ask questions later so don’t get any ideas of wandering around.  I’m gonna get a real good look at you now.”

Jeff proceeded as he would with any new toy.  He ignored the squeaks and squeals of the tiny thing as he unlatched the lantern with one hand while tipping it with the other so the little guy and his backpack went rolling onto the desk top.  The tiny commando stood up facing Jeff.  He was shaking so badly that even Jeff could see.  Something beyond thought led Jeff to poke the guy with his huge index finger.  It knocked him over. Jeff couldn’t figure out why he was being so mean to the helpless little man but he knew that he liked it.  Jeff wasn’t the brightest light on the tree and seemed to be acting on instinct.  While the tiny man was lying flat on his back from being shoved by Jeff’s index finger, Jeff lowered his whole hand over the man’s body.  The squealing started again and it was beginning to annoy Jeff.  “Shut the fuck up,” he murmured as his hand pressed against the struggling body.  He knew his hand was sweaty and could feel it rubbing against the little guy’s body.  Jeff realized that the man’s shirt had ripped because he actually felt a tiny patch of hot warm skin beneath his palm.  And he also felt bone structure of the tiny rib cage through the warm skin.  He flashed back to collapsing the rib cage of the last little person he caught and raised his hand quickly.

The tiny man lay gasping on the desktop.  Jeff noticed that the shirt had indeed ripped open.  A couple of tiny specks to either side of the man must have been buttons.  Jeff wetted the tip of his finger and tried to pick up one.  He couldn’t even feel it but he could tell that it was an almost microscopic button on the pad of his index finger.  He was amazed at how tiny everything about this guy was.  Then he realized … everything about the man was tiny.  And everything about the tiny man now belonged to Jeff, like a new pet.  Jeff unconsciously rubbed his hand against his shirt as he said to the man, “I want you to get out of that uniform.  Now.”  It had finally occurred to Jeff that he could see the man naked, something he had never done before.  His father would knock him around good if he knew that Jeff liked men.  He wanted to see his new pet’s cock and he wanted to see it now.

It didn’t even surprise Jeff to watch the tiny man’s shaking hands untie his boots, pull off his pants, and what was left of his shirt.  He stood up, still shaking, in his dark green boxers and green socks.  Jeff’s thumb and forefinger approached the tiny body slowly, carefully, and gripped the incredibly thin cloth of the boxers, ripping them off effortlessly.  Well, effortlessly for Jeff.  Yet again it knocked the tiny man down.  Jeff shook off the fabric of the man’s underwear like lint and then rolled the body over with his finger.  He instinctively moaned as he stared at the miniscule meat between the tiny man’s legs, and then chuckled as he saw the guy cover his ears.  The man had something to look at, no doubt about it.  Jeff figured he’d be huge if he was a real person.  Without thinking Jeff grabbed the tiny man’s cock between his thumb and forefinger, wanting to feel it.  The slight sliver of meat was warm between the pads of his finger and thumb.  It was also like pulling a string on a toy that caused a lot of screaming and yelling and tiny fists beating against his thumb nail.  He released the pressure again, alarmed, wondering if he had damaged the itsy bitsy cock.  It was obvious that he hadn’t but he again squeezed himself between his own legs as he watched the little man grab his own dick, massaging it and moaning.

Jeff reached over and grabbed the tape.  He fastened the man to the desktop, stretching the body to its full length so that he could measure it.  The tiny man’s height was almost six inches, maybe five and a half.  He wanted to measure the mini-meat but the ruler’s markings didn’t cooperate, he’d have to push the wood into the tiny body and he was afraid of breaking him.  As he watched the creature struggling under the tape, Jeff dropped the ruler on the desktop, causing the tiny body to flinch.  He leaned over and licked the body, top to bottom, feeling it squirm, wiggle, and struggle under the force of his tongue.  It made him chuckle again to see the skin glistening with a combination of his saliva and the tiny man’s sweat.  It tasted good so he did it again, licking and tasting until all the salty sensation was gone from the little body.  He was so hard.

Jeff leaned back, one hand on his crotch, the other on the desk.  “So,” he said, a little more quietly than normal, “What do I call you?”  The captive stared upward.  He seemed amazed that Jeff was actually addressing him and expecting an answer.  “Hey, toy man, I asked you a question!”  Something inside Jeff made him slam his fist down on the table, close enough to the squirming body that he saw the tiny man’s hair fluff from the air displacement.  He heard a sound, faint and thin.  “What?” he asked, as he leaned his face down, tilting his ear in the direction of the guy.  “Matt … you can call me Matt!  Please … please, don’t kill me!  Please, I’ll do anything … I’m sorry I was stealing food, I was hungry … don’t hurt me … you have a nice face, a good face, you wouldn’t hurt me, would you? Please, man, let me go, please …”

Jeff leaned back again and he was sure his face gave away the pleasure he felt.  It was hysterical, like listening to a computer game character or a cartoon, thin and weak and pathetic!  The little man was still babbling but Jeff couldn’t make out the words without leaning forward again.  He just interrupted him.  “Let you go?  Fat chance, alien invader!”  For some reason the phrase made Jeff chuckle.  “I’m gonna keep you, I know that much.  It’s a risk but hey, it’s so cool having a little man of my own.  I’ll try real hard not to hurt you, honest.  I just wanna, well, … have fun.  It’s cool, you can relax.”  Jeff stood up and noticed with great delight the look on the tiny man’s face.  He couldn’t imagine what it must be like watching Jeff’s titanic body stand to full height, towering over the desk.  With exaggerated slowness Jeff took off his shirt and threw it aside, casually rubbing his pecs with his left hand while the right squeezed his crotch.  “Man, I can’t hold back,” he mumbled, as he unzipped his pants and let them drop around his ankles.  He practically ripped his briefs as he pulled them down, releasing his pulsating cock.

Jeff had seen other cocks before, in the locker room or the occasional online site he was brave enough to look at.  It had sunk into his brain that he was bigger than most because he was dumber than most.  Logic wasn’t his gift.  As his hard dick swelled and pointed upwards, he realized the tiny man really wasn’t as tall as Jeff was long.  He practically ripped the tiny body off the desk top, feeling the tape give and hearing the squeaking sounds as he brought the body up against the underside of his cock.  He moaned, the warmth of the squirming frantic body against his veiny skin just made him ooze precum immediately.  It was warm and wet on his hand as he slid the wiggling body around, loving the way it felt.  Part of his brain was telling him to be oh-so-careful, he could smush the tiny man into paste against the skin of his gigantic cock.  The other side of his brain was getting harder by the minute and he could feel his load building faster than ever before.  He had an image of that hot tiny body totally drenched in thick cum and it made him groan, a low guttural animal sound that must have sounded like thunder to the guy underneath his cock.  He started to stroke himself, feeling the tiny socked feet against his balls on the stroke down, the thrashing wild tiny hands on the under edges of his cockhead on the ride up.  Even the thick wet slapping sound was turning him on.

It didn’t take Jeff long to erupt and he noticed that he shot more than ever before.  A thick gush went onto the desktop but the rest just sort of spurted over his fist, covering his cock … and his new pet.  Jeff was sweating heavily as he pulled his hand away.  He was also breathing heavily as he moved his hand to the desktop, to the pool of his stuff, and let the tiny body slide off his palm into the goo.  He could swear that he was already hardening up again but didn’t think that was possible.  The tiny man wasn’t making a sound, or at least none that Jeff could hear, but he was struggle, moving, covered in what must seem to him to be gallons of thick heavy man cum.  As Jeff looked down at him from far above, it appeared his pet, this Matt guy, wasn’t damaged.  He was even wiping stuff slowly away from his head, obviously trying to breathe.

Before he could clean himself off too much, Jeff reached down and grabbed a tiny leg just above the ankle.  The spontaneous squeal told Jeff that Matt was fine, at least physically.  He dangled the tiny thrashing body, covered in thick cum, over his mouth for a moment.  Jeff had never tasted his own stuff before.  He realized that this was too cool and slid the cum-covered body into his mouth, sucking it, rolling his tongue around, almost shivering with pleasure at the feeling.  This was just amazing.  Matt was obviously in good shape, he thought, because his thrashing inside Jeff’s mouth was pretty intense.  The soft elements of his tongue could actually feel the muscles flexing in the tiny body and the tiny man fought for his life.

As he slid the body slowly between his lips and outwards, he realized that the tiny man’s socks were gone.  “Oh well,” Jeff thought, “It’s not like I was going to keep him in clothes anyway.”  He dropped the tiny man onto the desktop almost without realizing it, probably from a too-far distance.  It was hard to remember that this was a living, thinking creature rather than some dumb toy or pet.  Matt lay on his back, breathing heavily and moving so Jeff figured he hadn’t broken anything.  The cum was gone and the tiny body gleamed with Jeff’s saliva all over his body.  Part of Jeff felt that sense of revulsion again.  Matt was so tiny, so pathetic, couldn’t defend himself if he tried.  Compared to the objects scattered around the desktop Matt just looked so tiny.  It was odd to imagine how something like a coffee cup could look powerful compared to that tiny hot body.  Jeff also felt yet another slight twinge of guilt.  This was a side of himself he had never discovered before.  On the other hand, it wasn’t so bad, he reasoned.  After all, the tiny man was supposed to be some sort of enemy of the state.

Jeff stomped off to the shower, leaving Matt to recover on the desktop.  He figured the tiny man was too exhausted to try climbing down the lamp cord.  Even if he did, he wouldn’t go far and Jeff kind of liked the idea of hunting him down in his messy bedroom if he did.  He was sure he was getting hard again in the shower as he imagined how he could contrive an escape for the little guy, let him think he could get away, and then go hunting for him.  This was going to be so cool.

When Jeff returned to his bedroom wrapped in a thick towel, he noticed that Matt wasn’t in the same place he had left him.  At first his spirits soared, thinking the game was already beginning.  Instead, he found Matt leaning against the coffee cup, head in hands, obviously resting or recovering.  Jeff noticed how Matt looked up when his gigantic shadow covered him.  It hadn’t occurred to Jeff that Matt would have felt the desktop shaking just from the titanic footfalls Jeff made from lumbering back into the room.  Jeff crossed his arms across his massive chest in an exaggerated gesture of strength, loving the thought of how huge, strong, and all powerful he must appear to the tiny man.

To be continued...