Rob and Darren

Rob and Darren were pretty well inseparable. Darren had joined the same football team as Rob 12 months ago and the two men had formed an instant friendship. They liked doing the same things, going to the same places, and really enjoyed each others company. They even picked up girls together, fucking in the same room, swapping partners and laughing about the brainless bimbos afterward.

Both guys were good looking, Rob was shorter than Darren by several inches and had dark, curly hair. His body was tough and wiry, muscled, but not overly so. His face and attitude endeared him to just about everyone. His infectious, always present grin made people want to laugh.

Darren was tall, blonde and even more muscled than Rob. He was the quiet one. Where Rob's smile made friends as soon as he walked through the door, Darren tended to be the one that many people missed. Which was weird, considering his size. But when he was seen, few of the women took their eyes off him, or their hands, either, for that matter.

It was only natural that they should share a house together, the place quickly becoming a favourite hang-out joint for the rest of the team and their legions of friends. Both players were on good money, so the place was quite big: six bedrooms, four bathrooms, a three car garage, a good sized yard, and a huge pool. On most nights, at least one of the rooms was being used by a friend who had partied too hard.

With the football season over, the two men started to take their partying a bit more seriously. More than once, police had been called by the neighbours, complaining about the noise.

They also found a new game - Who Dares Wins.

Both men were adrenalin junkies and loved a challenge. So the two started to dare each other to do things. It started out easy enough; Bungy jumping, white water rafting, sky-diving. Then it started to get more serious, dangerous and…well…twisted.

Rob dared Darren to swim in a tank at the local aquarium. It just happened to be filled with sharks. Darren then dated Rob to walk a tight-rope between two buildings - ten stories up. Darren had to swipe a VCR from the electronics shop. Rob had to steal a car. Darren had to perform a car-jacking.

There was one other element to the game. One that Darren had insisted on. If either of them refused a dare, then he was declared the loser. The loser had to be the winners slave - for 6 months!

When Darren finally dared Rob to break into a cops home and steal his wallet - while the cop was still awake, Rob conceded defeat.

Darren rubbed his hands together, delighted. He would have done any dare that Rob had suggested - anything. There was no way he was going to lose.

Sitting in the lounge room, the house free of guests for once, Rob wondered how degraded he was going to be. He hadn’t liked the gleam in Darren's eye when he realised he had won. But a bet was a bet, he would live up to his end of the deal.

Darren walked out of the kitchen, carrying a glass of water. He placed it on the coffee table in front of his new slave and took two tablets from his pocket, laying them next to the glass.

Rob stared at them for a moment, then picked up the orange capsules, "What are these?"

"Uh, uh," Darren said, shaking his head, "You have to call me master from now on, slave."

Rob sighed, Darren looked like he was going to enjoy this, "Excuse me master, but what are these tablets for?"

"I want you to swallow them, they're just a little something to make you more subservient to me."

Rob looked at Darren for a moment, then quickly swallowed the pills, washing them down with the water. Darren was his best friend and Rob trusted him with his life, he would never do anything to hurt him.

"Now, get down on your hands and knees and start kissing my feet. I've had a long day and they need some tender attention."

Rob groaned, too quietly for Darren to hear, as he got down in front of his friend. His head recoiled as he got close to the huge feet - they stank! Swallowing his bile, and breathing only through his mouth, Rob started to lick his best friends feet. He tasted sweat and grit as he let his tongue slide in between the toes, sucking on each one individually. He had to constantly fight not to gag.

After a while, he started to feel strange, light-headed. He thought it must have been from the rank smell of Darren's feet. Before too long, he had to break off and sit back. He felt like he was floating, as though he weighed nothing at all.

He saw Darren looking at him, a strange smile on his face. "What's happening? What was in those tablets?"

Darren grabbed what looked like a mobile phone from his pocket and started playing idly with it. "Oh, just something to make things easier. You see, at the moment, your body is in a state of flux. That's what the tablets were for. This," he held up the phone-like object, "is a size altering device. With it, I can make you any size I want. But I needed to get your body more malleable first or it wouldn't work"

Rob shook his head, trying to clear it. He wonder what drugs his friend had taken, or maybe he was going mad. He stood up when Darren commanded.

His taller friend pointed the device at him and pushed a button. A faint wave of nausea washed over Rob, but otherwise he felt nothing else, he put that down to the tablets, or the smell of Darren's feet.

Darren stepped closer to his friend, Rob's eyes were on a level with his chin. Darren frowned, that was how tall Rob normally was compared to him. Nothing had happened.

He looked at the device, then he smiled, stepped back, pushed two buttons and aimed it at Rob again, pushing the same button as before. Again Rob felt nauseous, but this time it was much stronger. When it passed, Darren stepped close again. Rob looked straight ahead - straight into the middle of Darren's chest.

Hang on, he thought. Looking down to see if Darren was standing on tip-toes, or on something. No, then what…? Darren had already pressed the button again, holding the remote directly over Rob's head, pointing down on him.

This close to his friend, Rob could not help but notice the change. Darren's chest slid slowly upwards, expanding as well. He looked upwards at the huge grin on Darren's face. When Darren's groin was level with Rob's face, he stopped pressing the button.

Rob took a stumbling step backward - aghast. He was half his normal size, his best friend a veritable giant in comparison. He felt the coffee table against his back, it was the only thing keeping him on his feet.

"Still don’t think I can do it?" Darren smirked. "Or maybe you think you are hallucinating? That it's the drugs at work? Wrong! It really is happening. I can make you as small as I like, and there's not a thing you can do about it."

Rob was lost for words, he had indeed been thinking it was the drugs, he still thought it might be, but he was no longer as sure.

Darren sat back down and stretched his long legs out in front of him, "Get back to work on those feet, shrimp. You're still my slave."

In a state of shock, Rob mindlessly obeyed. Darren's feet still stank, but the smell barely registered. The things were nearly a quarter of Rob's size, the big toe nearly filling his mouth when he sucked on it.

Eventually, Darren made Rob lay down on his back while he rested one foot on him, his toes in the small mans face so he could suck on them. While Rob was concentrating on that, Darren quietly aimed the control at him again and held down the button.

Rob felt his body sliding under the foot, and the weight increasing. It took barely moments for him to realise what was happening. He panicked and tried to squirm out from under Darren's foot, but the giant simply exerted more pressure, holding him down.

Darren stopped when Rob was the same size as his foot. He was easily able to hold the squirming man in place and the feeling of power he had was fantastic. He spread his toes in his friends face, then pinched that cute little face between the largest two toes, holding it firmly. The thought that with one good squeeze, he cold pop that head like a grape, made Darren's cock turn rock hard. He had heard that power was an aphrodisiac, and now he believed it.

Removing his foot, he let Rob scramble to his feet. Immediately the little man bolted, heading towards the front door. Darren never moved, he just pointed the device at his friend and held the button down.

It took Rob a moment to realise why it seemed the door was getting further away from him, the faster he ran towards it. He was shrinking again.

He heard a thud, and a vibration ran through the floor below him, he looked over his shoulder, and stumbled. Darren had stood up and was coming after him. In two leisurely strides, the giant passed him, a bare foot slamming down right in front of Rob. It was too close to stop in time, and Rob slammed into it at full speed, bouncing backwards at the impact.

Like the tough football player he was, he was immediately back on his feet and running again. Darren watched the inch tall man try to run around his foot and had to grab his cock which felt like it was ready to explode.

He let Rob run for a bit, then slapped his foot down in front of him again. This time, Rob managed to dodge it, changing direction and heading for the bathroom door instead. Darren let him run this time, and watched as he scuttled under the closed door. He smiled and started to undress.

When he finally entered the bathroom, he was totally naked and pulling on his long rod. He saw Rob almost immediately. The little man was standing in the middle of the floor, looking frantically for a place to hide. There was no-where to go though. The shiny white tiles spread out over the floor. The only places that offered any chance were the drain and the toilet. Neither of which Rob was prepared to try.

Darren pointed the device at Rob one last time, reducing him to half an inch, then put the device down on the basin. He manoeuvred Rob around until he was standing with his back to the toilet, then pointed his rock hard cock towards him.

A long spurt of white cum shot out almost immediately. It splattered across the tiles just to the right of Rob. The next stream went to the left. The third hit above his head and the fourth was dead on target. The fifth and sixth missed, but managed to combine all the hits into one big glob of sticky cum.

The force of the cum had been like being hit by a fire hose. It had plastered the tiny footballer to the toilet, arms and legs spread. The glob that had hit above him had oozed down to join the rest. At first Rob thought he would drown. He couldn't free himself from the stuff, it was like glue.

He gagged at the smell and taste. He had licked his lips before he could stop himself and gotten a mouthful. He couldn’t be sure, but he thought Darren's cum was thicker than his own, and it held him captive, just as Darren had hoped it would.

Darren stood, towering far above his tiny friend, the last drops of cum dripping off the end of his cock. He couldn't believe how good that had felt. He knew he wasn't gay, but the thought of how tiny his best friend had become, combined with the experience of seeing the little guy struggling in a puddle of his jism, was electrifying.

Darren grabbed a couple of pieces of toilet paper and cleaned himself up, flushing he soggy stuff afterwards, then he lay down on the bathroom floor, to stare at Rob. He could barely see his little friend but he could just make out he look of fear, humiliation and frustration on his minuscule little face. He grinned at him.

Already the cum was starting to dry, holding Rob in place even more. Darren stayed there, watching the cum harden around the tiny footballer until it was completely set. He was debating whether or not he should free Rob when he heard the doorbell.

Darren jumped to his feet, raced into the living room and quickly pulled on his pants before opening the door. It was three of the guys from the team, come to visit.

The four guys quickly broke open a case of beer and were soon enjoying themselves. Music blared and dirty jokes started flying. Darren smiled to himself as one of the guys, Jason headed towards the bathroom to take a leak.

Rob had long since given up trying to break his way out of the hard cum. Every time he started to think about what had happened and where he was, he started to burn with anger. He was thoroughly humiliated. It wasn't bad enough that he was the size of a piece of snot, but his best friend - the guy he trusted over everyone - was the one who had done it. Worse, he had then shot a load of his love juice all over him, then left him stuck to the base of the toilet bowl.

He had heard the other guys arrive and at first, had screamed himself hoarse before he accepted that there was absolutely no way for them to hear him. Hell, even if there was no music playing, and the guy got down on hands and knees in front of the toilet, they still wouldn't hear him.

When the bathroom door opened and someone walked in, Rob promptly started yelling again, despite knowing he wouldn’t be heard.

Two huge Nike's slammed down on either side of the toilet, each one the size of an apartment building. The massive footballer was so huge, that Rob couldn't even make out the guys features, he had no idea who it was, only that it wasn't Darren.

Far, far above him, Rob watched as the giant unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. He watched in horrified fascination as the thick stream of piss arced above his head, splashing into the toilet behind him.

As the stream petered out, the giant shook his meat. A huge ball of yellow piss torpedoed right towards Rob. He screamed just before it hit him, then gagged as it filled his mouth. Spitting and cursing, he didn't see the giant wash his hands and walk out.

Rob was wiping his face with his hand when he realised something. His hand was free. The piss had dissolved part of the dried cum holding him in place. He pulled frantically at his prison, prising small parts of it free until his other arm was free too. With both hands working at it, he soon found himself free.

But what to do?

Rob started walking across the tiled floor towards the door, trying to pull his thoughts together. He decided his only chance was to attract the attention of one of his other team-mates. That decided, he broke into a jog.

The half-inch tall footballer was right in the middle of the bathroom when the door opened again. Rob froze as another giant walked in. The floor shook from the vibrations of the huge sneakers slamming down. Rob fell to his knees, screaming, as a massive foot swung towards him. With a thud and a gust of wind that knocked Rob over, the sneaker slammed down right in front of Rob's face. The tiny man threw himself flat just as the foot raised again, narrowly missing him as it passed over his head.

Immediately, he was on his feet and running. This time towards the nearest wall.

Part 2

Rob watched as the faceless giant relieved himself then washed his hands. As soon as the giant was gone, Rob was running along the wall again. Getting under the bathroom door was dead simple - he simply walked under it, barely having to duck his head.

From there, he looked out into the room. He could see several giants in the room. From this distance, he was able to make out who they were. Realising that they were team mates, he breathed a sigh of relief. They would have to help him. Wouldn't they?

Keeping to the walls, Rob headed into the room. He picked one giant out in particular. Adam was the same age as Rob and Darren. Something of a prankster, he was none the less a reliable and good friend. Somehow he managed to squeeze in being a policeman with his football practice. If anyone would help him, it was Adam. The shortest out of the four giants, Adam had a tight body. Muscled, perfectly proportioned and with a face and smile that made women's, and more than a few men's, knees go weak.

Adam was lying on the floor, on his stomach, playing Nintendo. That was another reason why he picked him, his face was closer to the floor.

He saw Darren sitting on the sofa near Adam, watching him play and talking to the other two guys. Rob recognised them too, Jason, the backup fullback and main rival for his position on the team. The two of them didn't get along very well, competition was too fierce. The other was Wayne, a new guy to the team, still trying to fit in. As tall as Darren, he was more muscled. He was very fast on the field, but whereas Darren was fast, light and agile, Wayne was fast and strong, managing to break more tackles than Darren.

Music from the stereo competed with the sound effects from the Nintendo as Rob made his way around the room. Finally he was as close to Adam as he could get while remaining against the wall. He was just to the side of the giant footballer. About 3 feet in normal size. To Rob it was over 3 football fields away.

At first Rob tried getting Adam's attention by yelling and waving, but it was no good. He was far too small.

Taking a couple of calming breaths, Rob gathered himself and sprinted across the floor. He came to a stop near Adam's elbow. He tried yelling again, just in case Adam could hear him but it was no use. Steeling himself, Rob walked out in front of Adam, looking up at his giant team mates face. The giant footballer was concentrating on his game, not looking down at all.

Realising he was going to have to do more, Rob headed towards the Nintendo. If he could do something to the game, then Adam would have to look down.

"DAMN!" the roar from above was accompanied by a huge fist crashing into the floor, bare yards away from Rob. The force of the blow knocked the half-inch tall man from his feet. He barely noticed as Adam stood up and walked away from the machine in disgust as he yet again failed to clear the third stage. Rob was too busy cradling his head in his hands, rocking from side to side. That blast of noise had hit him like a truck.

Dimly aware of his surroundings, he crawled forwards till he was against the side of the Nintendo and relative safety. As his head started to clear, he took in the surroundings. All four men were now sitting on the sofas, talking amongst themselves. Adam had a slightly peeved look on his face, obviously still thinking about the game.

Forcing himself to his feet, Rob headed over to the nearest sofa and its occupant. Wayne would not have been Rob's first choice, as he new less about him than any of the others, but Jason was definitely out of the question. Rob wouldn't put it past his rival to see an opportunity and simply stomp on him - or worse. Darren wasn't even worth mentioning. To get to Adam, he would have to cross nearly the entire room, with most of that journey being in plain view of the other three giants.

So Wayne it was.

An Adidas running shoe at least five stories high and 120 feet long loomed in front of Rob. How the hell was he going to get this guys attention? Ron walked up to it, stunned by its size. His eyes took in every detail, from the scuff marks on the side, to the worn tread at the sides. The Adidas symbol on the side was bigger than he was!

Sighing at the necessity of it all, Rob placed a hand against the sneaker, about where the little toe joined the foot. Grabbing a handhold was easy, where leather met fabric was a ledge nearly six inches deep. Rob had done some indoor rock climbing before, and compared to that, this was like walking down the street.

Once on top of the toe section, Rob paused to take in his strategy. He tried not to think about the fact that he was sitting on a giants foot. That beneath him were toes that were larger than he was. That if he feel between them, he would be just so much jam. "Stop it!" he cursed, trying to pull his imagination back under his control.

In front of the tiny footballer were the laces. Getting over them proved easy enough. As he was climbing over the knot, Wayne moved his foot slightly and Rob was nearly shaken loose. Swallowing his fear, Rob continued his climb. Once on the top of the tongue of the sneaker, Rob realised he faced a new problem. Getting up the socks would be a cinch, the folds in them almost like a staircase. But where would he go then? Climb up Wayne's bare leg? Using the hair for grips? A thought that filled Rob's head with images of Wayne slapping that pesky mosquito on his leg, all the while continuing his conversation with his friends.

Not to mention that even if, by some miracle, he did climb up there, he would be inside Wayne's pants. He wouldn't be able to get out of them (His mind shied away from thinking about what waited at the top of the legs).

That left climbing the outside of Wayne's pants. Which meant leaping from the socks onto the pants and hoping he caught hold. Looking at the 6 story drop to the floor quickly erased that choice too.

Rob sighed. There was no way he could climb this monster of a man.

Before Rob could start to make his way back down the enormous Adidas, the whole thing shifted again. This time Rob didn't have a decent grip and he fell.

Stopping only a few feet below, wedged between Waynes ankle and the side of the runner. Rob started to move, to get himself free, but he immediately slipped further. Starting to panic, his mind again filled with images. Of him slipping right down inside the sneaker. Of Wayne standing up and walking, crushing tiny Rob beneath his heel, totally oblivious to the fact. Wayne finding a bloody spot on his white sock later, looking for an injury that wasn't there.

Limbs thrashing, Rob frantically tried to crawl free. He slipped several feet suddenly as the gap between sneaker and foot widened. Looking up, Rob screamed as the tip of a finger entered the space. The giant footballer scratched his foot, just below his ankle where something had tickled him, promptly forgetting about it as he pulled his hand free.

Darkness closed around Rob as the gap closed, trapping him. He was firmly wedged now, at the bottom of the sneaker, against the hard heel of his giant teammate and the sneaker wall.

How on earth was he going to survive this?!

Part 3

Rob held himself perfectly still. It was hard to breath, so tightly was he held in place. His mind kept running through the same scenarios of himself being crushed under his giant team mates heel. It seemed a foregone conclusion that this was how he would end his life.

Thought fled as he felt the foot move. He closed his eyes, certain this was it. The pressure built as the heel pressed against him harder. His ribs creaked, spots swam before his eyes. A wordless scream built.

And then Rob was falling forward.

For several seconds, Rob was tossed about helplessly, careening across the inner sole heel, then rolling end over end down a slope before coming to rest against a rock hard wall.

The tiny football player lay still for several minutes, stunned. When he was finally able to pull his wits back together again, he realised what must have happened. For some reason, Wayne had removed his Adidas runners, sparing Rob's life.

Rob reviewed that thought after a moment. Temporarily saving Rob's life. There was no way out of this giant sneaker. At only half an inch tall, Rob was able to stand up in the toe section of the sneaker and not have to bend his head. Walking up the slope of the shoe, Rob stood in the circle of light looking up. The sides of the shoe towered above him at least another 30 feet. He still tried jumping but never even came close to reaching the top.

Then he stopped, shaking his head ruefully. He was still thinking like a normal sized person, thinking that if he was half an inch tall, he wouldn't be able to jump out of the sneaker. Rob looked at the walls of his prison. The lining of the sneaker was a sort of hexagonal netting. To a normal sized man, the hexagons would have been less than a millimetre wide, to an half-inch tall man, they made an almost perfect cargo net structure.

Grabbing hold, Rob climbed up the side of the shoe. Reaching the top, he peeked over the side to see where the giants were. Jason, Adam and Wayne were exactly where he had last seen then, with Wayne's white, socked feet nearby. Darren was no where to be seen.

When Rob had climbed up onto the top of the sneaker he crawled around and onto the tongue of the shoe before making his way back down the laces and dropping onto the floor.

The tiny man was making his way to the relative safety under Wayne's chair when Darren emerged from the toilet, examining the floor and looking preoccupied. Rob snorted in disgust. Obviously his former friend had gone looking for him and couldn't find him.

Jason noticed the preoccupied look. "What's up? Look like you've lost something."

Darren jumped, startled out of his thoughts and laughed nervously. "Nah, nothin' like that." A sly look came over his face, and he raised his voice just a touch, "I found some really weird looking bugs earlier. One of 'em bit me and it hurt like hell. If you see one, don't go near it, just tell me and I'll catch it. You really don't want to give it a chance to bite you too."
The other three men immediately looked at the floor around their chairs and laughed about how Darren was afraid of a bug and how they would just stomp any bug they saw.

Darren assumed a hurt and worried look, "I mean it guys. I don’t want it killed. I want to catch it." When the jokes continued Darren got a little angry, "I said I wanted to catch it! I've never seen a bug like that before and I want to take it to a friend at the university." He paused, "There might even be some money in it."

The others shrugged, the moment over. Although Rob did hear some sly references to bugs from the others, just casually slipped into the conversation.

That tore it. He had no chance with these guys. Darren had seen to that. None of them would believe their eyes now even if they did think that he looked human. Despite Darren's words, he knew what would happen if one of the others saw him. They would slam one of those massive feet down on him and that would that. He knew it because that was exactly what he would have done if the situation had been reversed.

At least there was one consolation to be taken - apparently Darren did not want him dead, he wanted him alive.

The apartment Ron and Darren shared was not big, just the living room, bathroom, two bedrooms and the kitchen. There was no where that Rob could hide that Darren would not be able to find him with some effort once alone. Rob tossed around the idea of going outside the apartment. He could do that. From his position, he could see the front door and it would be easy for him to get under it. No-one was likely to see him escape either, there was plenty of furniture to hide behind, and their backs were to the door.

But what would he do once out there? He didn't know any of the neighbours well enough to approach them with any confidence. It was too far to go to any one who he did know. And what about all the dangers outside. Cats, dogs, spiders. Hell, even ants were going to be a serious concern.

One thing was for certain, Ron did not want to stay this small for the rest of his life, no matter how long that life might be. There was only one way he could return to his normal height, and that was with Darren's help. There was no other alternative. Staying this way was certainly not an option. Trying to get help from the other three giants was a sure fire way to get squished under foot. Approaching a neighbour would probably have the same result as approaching his team-mates - if he even reached one.

That left Darren.

With his mind made up, Rob simply had to find a way to attract Darren's attention without anyone else noticing. Of course he could simply wait until the others left, but Rob desperately wanted to be restored to his normal size, and he was not prepared to wait.

Darren had resumed his place on the sofa next to Jason. Every so often, the giants eyes scanned across the floor. After a minute or two, Rob stepped out from behind a chair leg. Adam was sitting in the chair above him.

Between the giants massive feet, but still under the safety of the chair, Rob started waving his arms over his head. It took several minutes, but Darren finally seemed to see him. His eyes lit up momentarily with something very close to relief, then he continued with his conversation. A few moments later, he went into the kitchen. When he came back, he sat down and surreptitiously lowered an empty film container onto the floor next to his chair. It was out of the view of the other men and he pointed to it with his index finger several times, looking directly at Ron.

Understanding, Rob realised he would have to make his way around the room to get to the canister and rescue.

Jogging back further under the chair, Rob started to track his way around the room, keeping close to the skirting board. He noticed that Darren was checking on his progress every couple of minutes until Wayne piped up, "You still looking for those bugs man?" Darren jumped guiltily. This of course started another round of good natured abuse of their friend.

Half an hour after Darren had lowered the film canister, Rob finally walked inside it. A couple of minutes after that, The canister rocked as Darren uprighted it. Rob fell into the round bottom, looking up to see thick fingers lower the lid into place. The sickening feeling of a too fast elevator ride upwards had Rob retching.

He was jostled about for a while, the sounds of conversation outside muted and not understandable.

Several minutes later, light flooded in as the lid was peeled off. It was silent outside. As the container started to tip, Rob braced himself, arms and legs spread wide and planted on the plastic sides. When the container was upside down, Rob saw the palm of a hand beneath him. He was about to let go and drop onto the palm when there was a gut wrenching jolt up then down, stopped so suddenly that Rob was flung downwards, hitting the palm dead in the middle.

Shaking his head, Rob got to his feet and looked up.

To see four massive faces peering down at him. Darren's face was smug while the other three stood with their mouths wide open, hot, moist breath wafting out of those massive caverns. Their eyes were as wide open as they could be.

"Now do you believe me?" jeered Darren to the others.

There were stunned nods from the footballers. Adam reached out a thick index finger, the nail as big as Rob was. The tiny fullback tried to run away from it, but there was nowhere to go. It brushed against him, quite gentle from the giants point of view but it staggered Rob. As the hard nail continued to press against him, Rob wrapped his arms and legs around the finger tip as far as they would go.

The finger rose, upending so that Rob was upside down and held in front of the giants face. Adam turned his finger every which way to examine his tiny friend, unaware that every movement threatened to hurl Rob from his precarious grip.

For the next fifteen minutes, Rob was handed around between the three giants, examined from every angle. The truly scary moment came when Jason got his turn. Again came those thoughts that Jason didn't like Rob very much and would dearly love to get Rob's place on the team. The giant plucked Rob from Wayne, holding him between thumb and forefinger. The grip was so tight that Rob groaned in pain. He felt like a grape that was about to explode.

When Jason blew gently on his little captive, Rob thought he was in a hurricane. The grip tightened a little more and Rob's ribs creaked, close to snapping.

Then the pressure was gone and Rob dropped back into the container, the lid snapping shut.

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When next the lid was removed, there was only Darren. Rob had lost track of how long he had been inside the film canister. It could have been minutes but was more likely hours.

Rob tumbled out onto the dining room table. Darren was naked.

Swallowing his fears, Rob watched as Darren revealed a pair of handcuffs. Rob remembered them well. They were his. He loved having someone cuffed while he made love to them. He wondered what Darren had in mind for them.

Placing them down on the table, Darren produced the remote control device that had shrunk Rob. Thinking that his ordeal was at last at an end, Rob started walking towards his giant friend. Only to be rudely brushed back by a casual swipe of a building sized hand.

Pointing the remote control at the handcuffs, Darren pressed a button and the cuffs immediately shrank in size. "Inanimate objects are much easier to work with. There's no need of the flux tablets I gave you. Just point and shrink." Again that mischievous grin.

"Put 'em on," the giant ordered, pointing at the cuffs, "Just your left hand". Bewildered, Rob walked over to them. What more could Darren want? It wasn't like he had any power to escape!

When the cuffs were hanging from his left wrist, Darren reached down and picked Rob up between thumb and forefinger, lifting him up towards his chest. A sinking feeling developed in Rob's stomach as he started to get an inkling of what was to happen.

Stopping in front of Darren's right nipple, Darren spoke again, "Feed the cuffs through the ring and then fasten your right hand as well." Resigned, Ron reached out and threaded the cuffs through Darren's nipple ring then handcuffed his right hand. As soon as it was done and he nodded confirmation to Darren's question, Darren let him go.

Rob thought his arms would be wrenched out of his sockets, or his hands ripped off. His full weight hung from the cuffs. A thick fingertip pushed against Rob, setting him swinging from the nipple ring. The nipple popped erect and a loud moan erupted from Darren at the feeling of the movement. Rob added just enough weight to really turn Darren on.

For a few more minutes, Darren continued to bat at Rob with his finger tip. Then he sighed in pleasure and grabbed his cloths. Pulling them on, leaving the shirt to last, Darren headed out for a few beers at the pub.

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Throughout the night, Rob swung from side to side beneath his best friends nipple, swaying with every movement the giant made. The nipple above him remained perpetually erect and every so often the nipple was probed or rubbed through the shirt. Occasionally the movement from outside got really violent and Rob suspected that Darren was moving about on purpose to stimulate the movement on his nipple.

Half way through the night, the shirt was pulled open and Rob saw that they were in a toilet cubicle. "Time to move you to a new position, little friend." The tiny key was produced, hanging from a piece of cotton. Supporting Rob with one hand, he instructed the little man to undo one wrist. When that was done, Rob was lowered downward. He groaned as he realised what was about to happen. The Prince Alfred ring through Darren's penis head glinted in the light as Rob was lowered towards it. Without being told to, Rob threaded the cuffs through the ring and locked himself back in place.

The head of the penis was nearly twice as tall as Rob and thicker than a tree trunk. Darren let him go and he dangled from the flaccid thing, down near the boulder sized balls, amongst pubic hair. Not for long though.

The feeling and realisation that he had a half-inch tall man hanging from the tip of his cock caused Darren a feeling of elation he had never felt before. Within seconds, his cock was rock hard and standing out from his body, Rob dangling from beneath it.

A couple of hip movements had Rob swinging wildly and the feeling tripled. Unable to contain himself, Darren grabbed his shaft and started to jerk off. It took only three passes before he groaned and shot a load from his cock. The thick, hot juice spurted from the end of his cock, blasting into Rob and spraying everywhere. Seven shots erupted, each one creaming Rob before splattering over the toilet cubicle. Never had Darren felt anything like that. The feeling was incredible! Nothing he had ever experienced even came close to this.

Knowing that his best friend was almost small enough to crawl into the eye of his cock, was helplessly chained to the tip of it and had just received the shower of his life was….well the feeling was indescribable!

Grabbing some toilet paper, he gently wiped himself off, avoiding touching Rob, letting him hang, head down, dripping with cum as the cock slowly deflated. He could see the tiny chest rising and falling, so he knew that his friend hadn't drowned.

As soon as the cubicle was cleaned up a little, Darren gave into his natural urges. He always had to pee straight after cumming, and this was no different. Especially with a couple of beers in him.

Pointing his cock down into the toilet, he relaxed his bladder and shuddered as the yellow stream poured forth. Like the cum, the pee divided around Rob, spraying into the toilet.

The stream caught Rob and pushed him out before it, trying to rip him free of the ring, buffeting him about. Which of course stimulated the tip of the cock. By the time Darren had finished, he was three quarters hard again. He shook his dick to remove the last few drops and the movement saw him become fully erect again as Rob was battered all over the cock head.

Restraining himself, and making him think of other things, never looking at Rob, Darren waited till he had gone soft again then tucked his cock back into his underwear, pushing the cock head down onto Rob, holding him firmly in place against the fabric. Pulling on his jeans, he re-entered the bar and rejoined his friends.

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Jason groaned in ecstasy as he came all over the little man hanging from the ring on the end of his dick. Darren had been right about that as well as all the other things. Wiping himself off, he tucked his cock and Peter with it back into his briefs before going to training.

His life had really turned around in the last 6 months. The fullback of the team now that Rob was out of the way, and with a tiny little man of his own hanging from his cock, he was in heaven.

Stripping off in the change rooms at the field, he couldn't help but check out the other guys, especially Darren. Little Rob still dangled from the shiny ring at the end of Darren's cock. Darren had always intended to return Rob to his normal size, but the feeling of having him on his dick was just too intoxicating and so he had finally decided to keep him there.

Jason's eyes moved onto the rest of the team, half of who were naked as well. All of them had Prince Alfreds now and all of them had their very own little man dangling from the tip of it. Some teams got tattoos, some got pinky-rings. Still other teams shaved their heads. These guys showed their team spirit by having half-inch tall men hanging from their cocks.