Portals
By Martin

Part the First: The Incubus

Jason awoke to the feeling of a tongue between his legs. Someone was licking his balls. Disoriented, he flashed back to college, when he?d come to after a drinking binge to find his roommate Darren between his legs doing much the same thing, however inexpertly. But college was five years behind him, and Darren had died in a highly publicized plane crash in the interim.

Drifting between sleep and consciousness, it didn?t occur to Jason to look down to see who was giving him this nocturnal gift until the hands came into play. From the feel of it, they were big hands, intent on giving him pleasure. One caressed his hardening cock, teasing it harder and then lightly jerking him off. The other hand snaked up to his chest and twirled his left nipple between rough fingers.

It felt delicious but also painful, and Jason snapped all the way awake with a gasp.

There was no one there.

Typically, this would not be so surprising, as he lived alone in a very secure apartment. There was no way anyone could get in.

But no one being there when someone was very skillfully bringing him closer to sexual climax was a definite problem.

He was so shocked that it didn?t occur to him to move for a moment. His eyes strained in the darkness looking for a person, an animal, some sort of machine . . . anything that could explain what he was feeling. But there was nothing. He was under the covers, but there wasn?t even the smallest lump to indicate someone was under there with him.

I?m dreaming, he thought as the pleasure intensified. The hand at his chest went from one nipple to the other, sending a fresh wave of pain/pleasure as the hand at his cock sped up its motion. In the dim light, Jason could see the tentpole of his erection under the blanket, and there was no sign of anything touching it, but he could hear faint slurping noises in the darkness and the sound of skin sliding against skin.

This wasn?t a dream. A ghost, then.

Simultaneous with the thought, Jason pressed himself up on his elbows, thrusting himself backward, away, with a cry. The sensations came with him. The hands and the mouth around his balls moved when he did.

?Ugnh! Stop!? Before he knew what he was doing, he had kicked off the covers, was out of bed, running naked down the long hall. It took a second to realize that the feelings had intensified even as he ran. Then the hand from his chest was on his ass, fingering his hole between the pumping cheeks.

Reaching the living room, Jason frantically beat at himself as if he were covered in spiders, but there was nothing to dislodge. And the feelings intensified. He had the presence of mind not to leave his apartment, naked and aroused, but he didn?t know what else to do. In a panic, he collapsed on the couch and curled himself into a ball just as the hand job stopped and he felt a hot mouth once again envelope his still-hard cock.

Still no one there. He cried out in frustration and pleasure and fright and even pain as a large finger penetrated his tight sphincter. Oh god, this felt so good, so agonizing. He uncurled enough to look down and see what was happening in the brighter light of the living room.

He was in time to see his cock disappear.

He gasped sharply, pulled back, and his full 8.5 inches returned, only to vanish again in a slow process from the tip down.

He could still feel it and the mouth wrapped around it. He could still feel the intense pleasure. It was still there, then, just . . . hidden . . . invisible in the orifice of a phantom.

And suddenly, inevitably, it happened. As the finger grazed his prostate, Jason?s body shuddered and a wave of pure physical gratification surged through him. He felt himself cumming but could see nothing. His cock was still out of sight. But the finger was quickly removed from his hole even as his erection reappeared, coated with slimy cum and saliva.

Jason collapsed, overcome by exhaustion and disbelief, but it wasn?t over. A mouth clamped over his. A tongue forced its way in. He could taste his own sperm, feel the roughness of invisible stubble against his chin.

Everything felt solid. He could bite down, draw blood, but he wasn?t about to. And then the kiss ended. As the invisible lips pulled away, he felt them move and heard a whisper at the same time:?Tomorrow, my love.?

There was a change in the air, and he was alone. Really alone. Weeping, violated, fulfilled, he collapsed back on the couch and did the only thing he felt like doing, the only thing he could do. He fell asleep.

*

The alarm went off. He was in bed, the covers pulled around his neck. When had he come back in? He couldn?t remember. Maybe he?d never left. The bright morning sun on his face made the previous night seem a distant dream.

He pulled himself out of bed and shambled into the bathroom. In the full-length mirror behind the door, he examined his thick, muscular body for evidence. Finding none, he leaned forward, bringing his forehead to rest against his reflection, staring into his own deep brown eyes. ?What was it?? he whispered, bringing to mind that parting whisper from the night before.

But by noon, awash in the immediate concerns of his work, he?d pushed the experience to the back of his mind. Later, after working out and a relaxing dip in the hot tub, he returned home.

The previous night didn?t seem real anymore. The fear, especially, had faded, leaving him only with the lingering sensation of a weird wet dream. Oh well, he thought. Maybe I?ll have it again.

He did.

This time, he didn?t run. Where could he go, anyway? And it did feel good. Really good. For the second night in a row, he came into an invisible mouth that later kissed him, called him ?my love,? vanished. Afterward, he lay back, stunned, undeniably awake. It had really happened.

The next night, he sat up with the lights on, intending to stay awake but eventually drifting off. When he woke up in the small hours of the morning, the light didn?t illuminate the tongue in his muscular ass or the hands caressing his cock and balls, but he could definitely feel them.

The following night, invisible hands turned him over, an invisible body pressed full-length against his backside as he was fucked by a lubed-up invisible cock. He could feel warm, tight muscles and body hair; a small beard, possibly a goatee, tickled him as a hot mouth kissed and licked and bit the back of his neck. His face pressed into the pillow, he would have sworn a real person was on top of him. Except there wasn?t. Trying to reciprocate, he?d reached back, expecting to feel smooth skin but instead finding nothing. He waved his hand in the air over his back as the fucking continued, grew rougher.

It was really a ghost, then. Or an incubus. Jason?s science fiction-oriented mind had considered an invisible man, but there was apparently no substance to this body except for where it touched his own.

Whatever it was, it came and loved him night after night. Day after day, Jason spent his time in contemplation, lust, and deeper feelings. His work suffered . . . then suffered all the more the night after his nocturnal lover didn?t show up. What had happened?

He spent the next night alone, too, tears of rejection wetting the pillow. With all of his considerable physical beauty, Jason might have never spent a night alone, and yet he had taken few lovers in his 26 years. He was known in the local gay scene as stuck up, but he was really just one of those people who preferred to pleasure himself rather than experience emotional entanglements and risky sexual behavior. His nighttime visitor had broken those barriers but then abandoned him. The spirit world was proving to be just as unreliable as the guys in the clubs.

Again, the next night, nothing.

*

His fourth night alone, Jason was just drifting off when a tremendous weight settled over his lower body, pressing him firmly into the bed. His eyes snapped open but, as was no longer unusual, there was nothing to be seen.

He struggled to sit up, to roll out from under it, but he was trapped as the pressure increased and moved up toward his chest. It felt nothing like his dream lover?s body, or anyone?s body, for that matter. It was more like a mattress?a warm, rough, mattress, pressing him ever harder downward. He could see himself sinking down into the soft bed below him, the blanket plastered against his form by this invisible force.

?Stop! Help? he tried to yell, but the pressure on his chest stopped him from getting much sound out. And the pressure, whatever it was, moved further up his body, reaching his neck, then his head, covering his nose and mouth. He couldn?t breathe. As the feeling reached his eyes, the world went black. At first, he thought he was passing out, but he was in too much pain to be unconscious. He realized that something was covering his eyes, blocking out the dim light from the window.

The weight grew unbearable as a loud voice, deep as the ocean, boomed, ?Is this the one??

Another voice, just as impossibly loud and deep, pleaded, ?Stop it! Stop it!?

A loud crack echoed in the room. It?s my spine, thought Jason, insanely calm. But it was the bed frame. The bed collapsed from the invisible force and he lurched a foot downward with the mattress. The sudden release of pressure made him dizzy, but his eyes were drawn upward to a huge shadowy shape that hovered over him.

Then it was gone.

Then Jason passed out.

Part the Second: Was Blind, but Now I See

It was eighteen days before Jason returned to his apartment. Everything was as he had left it that morning when he had barely taken the time to pack a bag before fleeing. He didn't know where he could go to escape such an obviously supernatural force, but after three uneventful nights in a motel, he'd collected on a favor and spent the rest of the time in an old friend's spare room, leaving only to go to work.

Now he was back.

He'd almost convinced himself it was a dream?he was getting good at that?but the shattered bed frame testified otherwise. In a slight daze, he spent a half hour taking the broken pieces down to the trash and arranging the mattress directly on the floor. Then there was nothing to do but go to bed.

Surprisingly, he didn't have a hard time sleeping, and he awoke naturally as the dawn streaked in through the window, playing pink light against the far wall. An uneventful night. He breathed a sigh of deep relief, which became a yawn, then rolled out of bed to begin his day.

Three nights passed in this manner, and the three accompanying days, he regained his edge at work. On the fourth day, getting dressed at the gym after work, he realized that, for the first time in almost a month, he was not apprehensive about going home. It was over, whatever it was.

He was safe.

The next morning, after another night of blissfully uninterrupted sleep, Jason opened his eyes but saw only darkness, blacker than night. Experimentally, he blinked his eyes several times. He strained to focus on something, anything, but there was nothing. No sun against the far wall, no streetlamp outside his window, no green digital numbers of his alarm clock. He was blind.

'Ohmygod. Ohmygod,' he muttered, then forced deep breaths to calm down. The air smelled musty, like feet, but Jason could focus on nothing beyond his own panic. He broke out into a sweat and grabbed fistfuls of bedclothes in an attempt to ground himself. He would have to feel his way to the phone in the kitchen and call for help. '9-1-1,' he thought. He could feel out the numbers on the keypad then maybe get to the front door to unlock it for the paramedics. He knew this apartment like the back of his hand, after all . . . he'd lived here for four years.

'9-1-1,' he muttered, beginning to investigate with his hands. The bed felt the same. His night table was there, and hopeful fingers spidered up the bedside lamp to the switch. He turned it. It clicked, but there was no resulting light.

A tear spilled down Jason's cheek as he next moved his legs over the side of the bed. Feeling familiar carpet under his feet, he stood on wobbly knees and felt his way along the wall to the bedroom door.

It wasn't there.

He was confused, turned around. That had to be it. But no, his hands told him. There was his dresser, right where it should be. The door should be right in front of him, but he couldn't feel it: not the knob, not even the frame.

In a panic, he moved past his dresser, scattering bottles of cologne in his haste. His closet door was gone, too. The window . . . no, that wall wasn't there at all. Yes it was, just further back than he remembered. Either he was crazy or the proportions of the room had changed. He was leaning toward crazy when he realized the wall-to-wall carpet had run out. He was standing on bare floor.

'This isn't my room.'

But it was. All of his furniture was here, he felt. Yesterday's clothes and the throw rug were on the floor near the bed. He tripped over them on his way to the window that also wasn't there. The carpet ended on the other side, too, long before it reached the wall. And the walls? they didn't feel real, felt somehow more hollow than the plaster he was used to . . . and there was nothing on them.

This was too much. Jason's troubled mind flipped off. More darkness.

*

When he came to, there was someone in the room with him. His head was resting in someone's lap. Someone was stroking his hair.

And he could see again.

Not much. A dim, bluish light?just a lighter darkness, really?streamed in through a doorway that should not have been there. It was an opening that had existed neither in his bedroom or, Jason was sure, in the wall he had felt his way across earlier.

And yet, there it was, positioned exactly so he could not see what was on the other side from where he lay.

In the thin illumination, he could make out the shadowy forms of his own furniture, but the face of the person who held him remained in shadow.

'Where am I?' he asked, surprising himself with his own coherence after the recent strange events.

'You're . . . safe,' came a male voice.

Jason struggled to sit up. His head spun, but he managed to do it. 'Where am I?' he demanded again. 'And who are you?'

'I'm?it doesn't matter.' The man got to his feet. 'I just wanted to see if you were all right. I'd better go.'

Jason grabbed the man's arm and used it to climb to his feet beside him. 'What's going on here?'

'It's a long story.' The man tried to extricate himself, but Jason was far stronger.

'Then tell it. Now.'

Instead, the strange shadowy man reversed direction; instead of pulling away, he pressed himself against Jason's body, placing his hands on Jason's sides. 'Later, my love,' he whispered, planting a kiss on Jason's succulent lips.

Jason was so startled that the man was able to get effortlessly away. He bolted lightly across the room and through the door. Starting after him, Jason was able to see a room lit only by a computer screen . . . a perfectly normal room, probably a home office, but not one that had ever existed in Jason's apartment.

Then, the door was gone. Not just closed, but gone. And it was dark again. And Jason collapsed on the floor against the now-bare wall and cried the tears that had threatened since he first awoke.

Part the Fourth: Odd-Sized Triangle

Jason didn't know how long he cowered in the dark. Hours? Days? Weeks? There was nothing to measure by but his own bodily functions. How long did it normally take him to get hungry? How long after eating did he shit? These things to which he'd never paid attention were now crucial to his sanity, for if he didn't maintain at least some rational order, he would surely go crazy faster than he could die of thirst.

In all of the time that passed after the hallucination of the giants, Jason was alone. There were no voices. No further portals appeared. Just darkness and the smell of his own excrement when he could hold it inside no longer. He was forced to eat the bread, which tasted like bread no matter how it had come to be this strange size. Before too long, it tasted like stale bread, but it apparently retained enough moisture to keep him alive, if barely. When he had to go to the bathroom, he climbed over the bread and moved to the furthest corner of the room. Otherwise, he stayed in bed, lying on his back, looking up at the dark ceiling, where he now knew the WORD hovered over his head, a logo of Damocles.

Twice, Jason commanded himself to eat no more, to starve himself to death, but his will to live was too strong. Maybe, he felt, if he knew what was really going on, he would feel differently, but for now . . .

Hours, days, weeks in the parched, rancid darkness, purgatory for a crime of which he was ignorant. And with nothing else to do, his mind worried that fact like a dog with a bone. What had he done to deserve this? Surely he'd hallucinated the giants (that was beyond question), but were the two men, one good and one so cruel . . . were they real? Had he met them before in his 'outside' life? From what had been revealed of them so far, it seemed that there was nothing familiar about them. Not unless you counted that sex phantom that had visited him those nights, but from the perspective of the darkness, Jason questioned even that cherished memory. How long, he wondered, have I been imagining things?

*

Jason was asleep, his body splayed across grungy sheets, when the next portal appeared. He awakened to see the figure he associated with the name Andy standing before him in dim light that nonetheless stabbed at Jason's eyes like daggers.

'Wha--?' Jason's weak but still impressive body jolted, almost sending him tumbling off the bed. Andy climbed over the bread and came to comfort him, but Jason scrambled away. Ridiculous to be apprehensive of a man over whom he would normally tower, but there was more to Andy than met the eye. Ghost, giant, jailor, lover . . . this strange man had come to him as all of these.

'It's OK, Jason. I won't hurt you.' Andy's voice was soft and timorous. 'Please, you have to let me help you.'

'Help me?' Jason croaked, pressed as far away from the visitor as he could get and still remain on his bed.

'Just be still, my love. Please.' Jason watched warily as the smaller man approached and sat down next to him. He could see the wrinkle of distaste on the shadowy face, realizing how he and his environment must appear to this clean and normal man. But fuck him! Somehow he had created this situation, and he was just going to have to live with it!

A smooth hand fell lightly on Jason's thigh, not sexual but comforting. There was a pregnant pause in which neither of them moved or spoke, and then Andy said, 'I'm sorry, Jason. I never imagined this would happen.' There were tears in his voice, but Jason couldn't see his face.

Another pause before Jason whispered, 'But what IS happening?'

'We don't have much time,' said the shadowy stranger, 'but I'll tell you all I can.'

And he did.

*

Andy and his long-time lover, Keith, had been working out together in the gym when Jason had caught their eye. More specifically, he had caught Andy's eye. Jason resembled a Keith of ten years before, before he had become so cold and distant and caught up his work. When they'd met, Keith was a physicist on the verge of a breakthrough, but he'd still had time to shower his new boyfriend, Andy, with attention and love. But science is a jealous mistress, and the politics of government contracting is a full-time preoccupation. As Keith's work progressed, it wasn't long before Andy began to feel like the fifth wheel in his own relationship. Over the ten years they lived together, their relationship had gone from one of hot passion to friendly encounters to impersonal cohabitation. Lovers to brothers to strangers on the street. Out of habit, they still did things together, but they barely talked at all.

And so Jason caught Andy's eye, and reminded of better times, he became lost in reverie. Until Keith saw the direction of his gaze. Andy blushed, but neither of them spoke about what had happened . . . until, the next week, when it happened again.

'When we got home that night, he exploded,' said Andy quietly. Jason by this time in the story, had gotten over his fear of this mild-mannered person. 'He accused me of wanting to be with you more than him. Of being in love with you. I told him that was ridiculous! I mean, I was in love with KEITH! You were just some hot stranger. But . . .'

But Keith, who knew his relationship was on shaky ground but refused to do anything about it, would not be reassured. He forbade Andy to go to the gym without him, and when they did go together, he would become apoplectic upon seeing Jason there. The accusations came more frequently and fervently.

'And I had no idea,' Jason said in wonder. 'I've never seen either of you before in my life.'

Andy seemed a little taken aback by this, but he continued. 'Well, I didn't know what to do. It came to be all Keith ever talked about, and when I started HEARING so much about it . . .'

'You started THINKING so much about it.'

Andy nodded in the dim light. 'And . . . it came true. A self-fulfilling prophecy,' he said in a small voice.

Despite Keith's obvious emotional manipulation, Jason was flattered enough to become lost in the story. Part of him screamed out for immediate answers, but his battered mind also wanted to let the villain have his say. 'Go on,' he said finally. 'That much is easy to understand, I guess, but the rest of it . . .'

The rest of it was a nightmare.

*

Keith's ultra-secret government project involved the bending of space. 'I don't really understand how it works,' Andy admitted. 'All I know is, a sort of doorway opens in one place, and if you go through it, you get to another place. He called it a portal.'

Jason tried to grasp this. 'So if . . .'

'So if he opened a doorway in his home office, he could look through it and see anyplace else he wanted. We went to Hawaii that way once. That's the only trip he took me on, and he barely talked to me the whole time. I know he went lots of other places, too, though. Sometimes, he was out all night.'

'What do you mean by 'doorway'?' Jason asked slowly, thinking of those that had appeared in the wall of his prison.

'It's just . . . there. A hole in space, about six feet tall, usually. Shaped like a doorway without a door. If you looked through it, you couldn't see what was on the other side of it where YOU were . . . you could only see what was where the other side of the DOORWAY was, if you take my meaning.'

'I think I do?'

'Anyway, Keith had perfected this project, and he was under a lot of pressure to sell it or demonstrate it to the government or something. He wouldn't tell me anything about what was going on. But that's when this whole obsession with YOU came up. That time he took me to Hawaii, he showed me how it worked and kept saying, 'Can that BOY do this for you?'

One of the nights Keith hadn't come home, Andy went into his home office and started fiddling with the prototype to see if he could find where his boyfriend had gone. That's when he'd discovered something that Keith hadn't told him earlier: the doorways were always in a fixed location on the 'home' side, but on the 'distant' side, they could be mobile.

'While I was looking at the program, I saw how it could be linked to a mobile object. I guess so he could make one appear on a boat or something that was moving. I guess it also took the spinning of the earth into account or something. I don't know. But it was obvious from the controls that it could also be linked to a PERSON.'

'And linked so closely that that person couldn't see it,' said Jason in a monotone.

Andy's reply was stilted, dripping with guilt. 'Yes. If it were linked closely to a person, anyone reaching through this side of the portal could touch that person, and that person wouldn't be able to see what was happening.'

'My phantom?' Jason whispered.

'Yes, my love?'

*

After a brief reverie, Andy continued. 'I was able to keep it up for a few days before he caught on. I got careless, I guess. I shut everything down one night, and when I turned around, he was there. I 'd never seen anyone look so furious.'

Keith had yelled for hours, actually striking Andy several times in his fury. Not only had his lover betrayed him, the vehicle had been his own life's work. Andy had locked himself in the guest room and not come out for over a day. When he did emerge, he fled the house and went to stay with friends. But he had to go home to get his stuff, and when he did, Keith forced him back down to the lab, where he'd revealed yet another aspect of the portal device.

'The size of the portal on either side is variable,' said Andy. 'I don't know how it works, but it can be a different size on each side. Anything going through it is always transported in the same ratio as the portal on his side.'

Jason didn't answer . . . he could barely breathe . . . be he had a sinking idea of what turn this was taking.

'If the portal is six feet on this side and six inches on the other side, anyone walking through it would become six inches tall on the other side. If it's six inches on this side and six feet on the other, if you stuck your hand through it on this side, it would be a giant hand on the other side.'

'That night . . .'

'The night he created a small portal on our side and a big one on your side, using the same coordinates I had entered before. Even though you were normal sized on your side and he was normal sized on our side, his hand became giant to you because of the proportion of the portal. He stuck his hand in and down on you, pretending to me like he was going to kill you. After that, I swore to him up and down that I'd never use the device again, that I'd never be unfaithful again. I promised anything and everything, if only he'd leave you alone.'

'But he didn't,' Jason said softly.

'No. A few weeks later, I came home from work, and he started bragging about what he'd done the night before. He'd used the portal to bring you and everything in your bedroom here while you were sleeping. Only . . .'

'Only he'd brought me and my stuff through small.' Jason's voice was steel. 'And he left me in a dark shoebox.'

A pause. 'Yes. I'm sorry! I didn't know he was going to do it! As soon as I found out, as soon as I had a chance, I used the portal to come through and see if you were all right. You remember that.'

'Yes.'

'Later, I begged Keith not to hurt you. He said he wouldn't. That you could be our pet, and that way I could have you close, if I was so obsessed with you. I decided to play along until I could manage to set you free. It even seemed to me as if he was going to treat you all right. He was the one who arranged for you to get into the bathroom, and he even left some food in there for you. But then when I followed his lead and started trying to feed you and stuff, he went crazy again.'

His tale told, Andy's voice faded away to nothing. Jason now felt as if he had lived through these bizarre circumstances from both sides and was on the verge of breakdown. 'Focus!' he demanded of himself, as if this would somehow change the fact that he was only a few inches tall, sitting in a shoebox on some demented man's shelf. Gritting his teeth, he turned back to the quivering Andy and said, 'What now?'

Andy sighed. 'Keith's at a government meeting this afternoon. He said he wouldn't be home for dinner, but that I shouldn't touch you until he got here. He said . . .'

'What?'

'He said we were going to . . . take care of you . . . tonight.'

Jason's blood ran cold, imagining what he could do at the hands of a furious giant. He sat bolt upright in his bed, ready to flee past Andy, out through the portal to the normal-sized world. But Andy anticipated his action.

'It's all right. I came to let you go. I don't think he can track you, if you're not where he expects you to be. You should be all right if you stay away from your apartment and the gym. Maybe you can go to the police, if you can make them believe you.'

'And where will you be?'

Andy sighed. 'After we get out of here, I'm going to destroy that machine once and for all. Maybe that will distract him from you. Then, I'm getting out of here myself. I've put up with Keith for long enough. I love him, but it's over.'

Andy's eyes were bright with tears in the dim light, but suddenly Jason could see nothing at all, for the portal his unwilling captor had come in through disappeared as though it had never been, leaving the two of them in inky blackness once again.

'What . . . ?'

'Huh. . . ?'

Just then, the room around them began to shake madly, as if they were in a launching rocket. Jason's furniture and possessions flew everywhere, and the little men were thrown into each other and the wall.

And from outside the chaos came the booming voice of a god: 'OVER? I DON'T THINK SO, LITTLE MAN. I THINK WE'RE JUST GETTING STARTED.'

Part the Fifth: Showdown

Jason gasped for breath, trying to expand his lungs as his body was crushed between two hairy, muscular thighs. Over the pounding in his head, he could hear screaming and the deep and sinister laughter of a demented giant.

'Let him GO!' Andy yelled for the fifth time. 'You're KILLING him!'

Keith laughed again, easily drowning out his tiny lover's pleas. 'And what will you do for me if I do?' he asked with a special emphasis.

'Keith . . . that almost killed ME!'

'Ah, you were fine. It made ME feel good, anyway. Tell me you'll do it, and I'll let your little boyfriend out. Not that I couldn't force you… I just like to see you crawl in there by yourself.'

'FINE! I'll do it! Damn it, I TOLD you I'll do it a hundred times a day if you just grow Jason back and let him go free. He promised he wouldn't tell anyone—'

'Yeah, right,' the giant grunted, shifting his legs so that the tiny man pressed between them was released into a gasping heap on the bed.

Andy ran over to Jason, helping him stagger to his feet. 'Are you all right?'

'Y-yeah . .. I'm . . . fine. How are . . . you?' Andy didn't answer, and Jason used the pause to get his breath back. 'You didn’t agree to do it again, did you?'

Andy turned away. 'I HAD to. He was going to kill you!'

'That fucker is going to kill me anyway. Don't let him destroy YOU in the process.' Jason looked up, between the naked pillars of Keith's legs and scowled at the giant's smirk. 'Motherfucker,' he muttered.

'Ready, baby?' asked Keith, shifting again until his asshole was exposed.

Andy bit his lip, squared his shoulders, and marched toward it. Jason watched with a horrified expression as his little friend forced his body into the hole of the smirking giant. Suddenly, he realized that Keith was staring right at him. 'What are you waiting for, runt? Get to work on those balls!'

Shooting the huge man a murderous look, Jason moved over to the massive thigh and climbed up there, rather than accessing the chair-sized testicles from where they hung down over the struggling form of Andy. He didn't want his friend to have a harder time of it than was necessary.

'That's it, runt,' moaned the giant as Jason got listlessly to work. A tremendous hand reached down and began working the cock that loomed over him like an obelisk. 'You know what I like.'

*

It had been almost two weeks since Andy had joined Jason in his miniaturization, and Keith showed no sign of growing either of them back. Andy had begged daily for Keith to end his monstrous activities, until the giant threatened to kill Jason if he didn't shut up. It was a threat Keith made a great deal, so casually that Jason was sure it would come true in the very near future. He was resigned to it, and prayed almost constantly that it wouldn't hurt too much. He couldn't imagine how his life had dwindled to this ridiculous situation, but at least he knew it couldn't go on much longer.

Jason was kept in the box that contained his reduced possessions, but Keith kept Andy either on his person or in the drawer he had set up with another set of furniture. The two little men rarely saw each other and were never given a chance to talk, unless they happened to be serving the same area of the giant's body. For some reason, Keith had really taken to having Andy up his ass (Jason had not yet made that journey), and so he arranged for it to happen frequently, despite the smaller man's distaste and discomfort.

Now, with Andy up his ass again, and Jason working his balls with his entire body, the giant ejaculated quickly, and leaned back in his chair to recuperate. With no further orders, Jason moved to help Andy out of his tight predicament, but Keith had other ideas. 'Leave him there and come over to my stomach,' he ordered. Wrinkling his nose at the puddles of cum that dripped down Keith's muscular abs, Jason complied.

'Let me get a look at you,' said Keith. This was actually a change, as the giant had not seemed to pay much attention to the appearance of this particular pet in the past. Jason shrugged and assumed a disrespectful and impatient stance.

'Hmph,' the giant grunted. 'You're sort of cute.'

Jason grunted in response, then cringed as he saw a huge hand headed toward him. As it happened, Keith was simply pressing Andy, who had almost succeeded in worming his way out, back into his asshole. 'Stay in there for a while, sweetheart. I'm busy now.'

Jason heard Andy scream in frustration, but there was nothing he could do to help as the giant turned his attention back to him.

'I would say you're not as cute as your brother, though,' Keith continued conversationally.

Jason's eyes widened as he perked up immediately. 'Richard?'

'Yes, that's his name. How would your little brother feel about seeing you like this?' the giant prodded.

Jason felt a small hope that the giant might release him into his brother's care (anything was better than THIS!), but he knew that Keith was too cruel for that. 'Leave him out of this!'

'Oh, he's out of it, he's out of it. Right now, he's at his home at 116 Poplar Avenue, apartment 4F. Would you like to see?'

'What—'

Quicker than Jason would have thought possible, the giant grabbed him and rocked to his feet. The tiny man could only imagine what Andy was going through, trapped between the gigantic globes of Keith's ass, but there was nothing he could do about it as the giant began striding through the colossal house.

'I did a little research into you,' said Keith. 'I found your family and friends. You can bet that they're all very worried about you!'

'Leave them out of this!' cried Jason again. For weeks, he had been determined that he wouldn't let the giant get to him. If he was destined to die, fine. It would put him out of his misery. But what Keith was hinting at now… that was truly hideous!

Jason saw Keith's home office swing into view. The portal machine was already on, and Jason could easily see the image that appeared on its monitor: the interior of his brother's house. Richard, condensed by the small screen to approximately the size of his older brother, was sitting at a table, reading a newspaper.

Keith sat down at his desk, placing Jason next to the machinery. From where he stood, on shaky legs, the little man could see both the buttons the giant was pressing and the image off his brother on the monitor. 'What—' he croaked and began again, 'What are you going to do?'

The giant smirked, an ugly sight from below. 'Nothing. Just thought you might like some company.'

'No! Keith, no, please! I'll do anything!'

Keith pushed a final button and stood up, quickly crossing the room. Jason had no idea at first what he was up to, and his panicky attention was drawn to that giant's naked ass cheeks, from between which Andy could be seen struggling to emerge. But then he saw the strange hole in the air, and through it, Richard's apartment, exactly on his own scale.

If I can get through that hole, I'll be normal size again, he thought. But of course, this was impossible. The hole was at least seventy-five feet off the ground, and Keith had no intention of putting something into it. From his intent look through the portal, he was gauging exactly how to take something out.

'Richard, run!' Jason screamed, hoping his voice would carry, but it was blocked by the rumble of the giant's chuckle as he stuck his hand through.

In the office, it was like watching Keith's arm disappear, leaving him a colossal amputee, but the monitor showed the real story. Jason watched in horror as a massive hand appeared behind his brother. Although there was no sound from the screen, the huge appendage must have alerted Richard to its presence in some way, for he jumped up in shock and darted away.

The hand followed, a blind snake probing for food in a doll's house. Jason watched it knock aside furniture as it closed on his terrified brother before he could flee the apartment. On this side of the portal, the giant chuckled again, thinking no doubt that this was too easy, a treat he would enjoy repeating on other members of Jason's family. Jason almost passed out at the double feature he was forced to witness. On the screen, the hand closed around his brother and began to pull the comparatively small body. In the room, the giant stood up straighter, his arm up to his shoulder missing but beginning to reappear as he claimed his prize.

'This will not happen,' said the tiny man, for a third image caught his eye, and with a strength he didn't think his small body would possess, he leapt forward. On the portal machine, the glowing button labeled 'power' flickered out as Jason crashed into it and ricocheted off onto the wooden desk.

*

It was hard to tell what came first, the scream or the explosion. Jason's best guess was the explosion, which blew him off the desk onto the padded chair. He first heard the scream, a massive bellow that shattered his eardrums, while he was airborne, though it may have gone on for longer.

Flat on his back, catching his breath, Jason lay on the cushion, nursed his aches, and watched the smoke gather at the ceiling hundreds of feet above him. There didn't seem to be any fire, at least not what he could see from below, but the smoldering electrical components sent up the occasional shower of sparks. I must have overloaded it, he thought, wondering if it was wise or even possible to climb back up on the desk. He wanted to see if the machine's monitor still showed his brother, but he knew his best bet was to make his way to the floor and try to escape. Jason hoped Keith was dazed enough by whatever had just happened to not find him before he got away. Andy would understand, Jason decided, and he vowed to contact another giant and bring back some sort of help. The evidence of Keith's treachery was quite obvious now, anyway.

It was not an easy climb to the floor, harder still because Jason felt like his entire body was one big bruise from his fall, but he managed to lower himself down one chair leg, expecting any moment for a massive hand to scoop him up. But he made it without incident, and taking only a moment to catch his breath, he then darted for the door.

Suddenly, after rounding the desk, he stopped his tracks.

Like a toppled mountain, the naked giant lay sprawled across the landscape, the massive eyes fixed sightlessly on the pool of blood dripping from his neatly severed arm. The missing arm was nowhere in sight, but Jason knew where it was, picturing the fifty-foot appendage spanning the length of his brother's apartment.

The portal was closed. Richard, unless he had been somehow crushed, was safe.

As soon as he finished vomiting, he started again for the door.


EPILOGUE

Jason hadn't had sex for months, and it had not occurred to him that this might drive him crazy until he found himself eyeing Richard in a new way. He's your brother, man, he reminded himself. He was also straight, and let us not forget the unpleasant fact that he was a massive giant, and Jason figured he had had enough of sex with giants to last a lifetime.

Yet Richard was the only game in town.

It had been a miracle his brother had answered the phone two hours after being confronted by the stunning deposit of tons of dead flesh into his living quarters. That was how long it took Jason to climb the phone cord in Keith's giant kitchen and dial it. The call found Richard in shock, sitting on the floor and staring at the inconceivable monstrosity.

At first, he thought it was a crank, but it was surprising what a person would believe after the morning Richard had had. Gratefully abandoning the massive severed arm, Richard crossed town, broke into Keith's house, and rescued his brother from the kitchen counter. Jason cried and hugged a giant thumb as Richard carefully crossed into the home office to survey the situation for himself. Wrinkling his nose in disgust, he squatted down to get a closer look at the corpse. More disgusting was the tiny, mangled body that was sprawled across Keith's naked ass. Andy had apparently been expelled once and for all in the shock of amputation. Richard quickly retreated, moving through the next days in a daze. He couldn't even keep track of the lies he told the feds. Something about Andy, whose face was distorted beyond recognition, being his brother Jason, the threatening phone call he had somehow traced back to Keith’s house, and the shock of that morning's giant invasion. He decided early on that the government should not know of Jason's survival until a way existed to grow him back to normal, and nothing in his interaction with them even suggested the possibility of this.

So he moved and bought all new furniture, including a great number of miniature pieces for his brother, who was grateful for the considerate care of Richard and the quiet of his new home. Time heals all wounds, eventually, and now Jason was unbearably horny and faced with a problem as tremendous as everything else in his life. How could he either persuade Richard to have sex with him or arrange for another gay giant to take care of his brother's needs?

That must be another story.

End.