Giant Joe Rogan

Factoring Fear, Macro Style
 

The trip of a lifetime, at least for me. Touring the homes of the stars. Some of them were even outside. Brad Pitt, Tom Cruise, Colin Farrell. All Really Hot Stars.

Then we stopped inform of a house I was dying to see. Joe Rogan’s. You know, that hot guy from Talk radio a few years back. Now the host of Fear Factor & The Man Show.

I mumbled to myself, “How freakin hot is he?”

The tour bus stopped just down the street for lunch. We had 2 hours to waste and being this close to his house, food was the last thing on my mind.

I found myself being drawn to the gate. Mesmerized by the fact I was this close I never heard the gardener come up along side me, but inside the gate.

“Can I Help you ?” he asked, breaking the spell I seamed to be under.

“Oh sorry, I ..I…I “Stumbling over my words.

The gardener was a Latino looking man in his early to mid 30’s, sell built in a muscle shirt jeans and work boots. And boy did that dude have big feet. I guessed around 13’s or bigger. They dwarfed my 9 ½’s easy.

He continued, “You just missed him ya know. He was just out here. And looking pretty fine if I say so myself. Must be working out too, he had on his shorts & Tank top. That’s usually what he wears to exercise. Yup. Came out to get something from his truck, then went back inside. Probably in the guy, getting all hot and sweaty”.

I could see by the look in his eye he had something going on for Joe himself.

Unknowingly his description had apparently excited me as we both noticed the tent I had created in my pants. “Sorry” I bashfully commented.

“Listen, you want to get a closer look?” he asked quietly ?

“Really? I would DIE to get a closer look, even meet him close up!”

“Die, no, but one you meet him, its like you’re his forever.” Winking at me. “Come around to the side gate so no one else sees.”

I did as instructed and found myself before another gate, overgrown with huge vines and flowers.

“But there no way I can get thru this gate.” Commented to Marco (the Gardner)

“No worries dude. All you need is this”, he said holding up what looked like a pressure tank an exterminator night use.

“Your not spraying with no bug spray dude. That stuff is Toxic!”

Marco replied, “Just the opposite bro, this is what’s going to get you access and keep you alive.”

Before I knew it He sprayed me right thru the gate. I Gagged, gasping for air. Then all went black.

I have no idea how long I was out but when I came too all I could see was the face of Marco, looming over me. AND IT WAS HUGE. HE WAS HUGE. EVERYTHING WAS HUGE.

“Welcome back little man”, he greeted with a laugh in his voice.

“What the hell did you do to me ? Why am I so small ? Change me back!” I ordered.

Again Marco laughed. “You are in mo possession to be giving me orders, or I may just keep you for myself.”

I did not like the sound of that.

Picking me up in his huge rough hand I screamed. He tightened his grip. I thought for sure I would be crushed but wasn’t. Releasing the pressure his hand opened. I look down and my 4 inch body had compressed to the contour of his closed fist. I fell on my side onto his palm, having lost my balance.

“WHAT THE HELL!” I yelled.

You might not like the way you look now but you’ll thank me later. And relax it wears off in about a minute. You’ll unfold soon enough.”

I was so totally shaken at my new altered state I was at a loss for words.

Marco continued walking to the side of the house and help me up to look inside. There was Joe’s exercise and there HE WAS !!!!!!!!!!! Running on his treadmill. All hot and sweaty. I could no believe my eyes.

“Hot, huh?” Marco asked not looking for a reply.

Joe noticed a motion outside the window and he turned his head not breaking his stride. Marco simply nodded and raised the canister he sprayed me with only minutes ago. “He thinks I am straying bugs.” He said. Joe smiled and nodded back then returned his attention to his exercise.

“But I guess you pretty much are a bug now aren’t you?” he chuckled.

“Fuck you” I responded.

Marco did not like that and advised that the boots he was wearing have squashed hundreds of bugs in their day and one more would not be a problem.

I nodded in acknowledgement of the comment.

Now lets get you some where for safe keeping til morning.

“What! You can’t do that I have to catch my bus. I can’t say here.” I yelled

“Can, will, gonna” he replied. “Get used to it.”

He carried me to a small but tasteful building. It was his place. “I live here.” He said. “One of the perks of the job”

Carrying to a shelf he took off a jar, opened the lid and dropped me in. “Now to teach you a lesson for the “Fuck you comment”. He sat on the bed and took off his boot, then his sweaty sock. Carrying it in my direction he began stuffing the rancid wet cotton into the jar. I found myself pushed to the bottom of the jar, with his sock on top of me.

“There that aught to teach you a lesson.” He said and screwed the lid on.

I was left there to endure the smell and slime as he went about his work for the remainder of the day.

Evening came and about 5:30 Marco strolled in all hot and glistening of sweat. I have to say, even as scared as I was a bit enticed by the site.

Marco walked over to where I was, and pulled off his wet t-shirt which was clinging to his perfectly formed body. He held it up to his nose smelling the aroma saying “Damn I stink” and chuckled while looking in my direction. After tossing the short on the back of the chair he reached for my jar and unscrewed the lid.

Withdrawing the sock he stuffed in here hours ago with me I gasped for fresh air. He must have found this amusing cuz he just shook his head and laughed. The bastard.

“What ? You don’t like the smell of my sock, little bug ? Well then how about this ?” he said grabbing me in his fist. HE was holding me tight with my head sticking out of the top of his fist. He then raised his other arm and stuck my face directly into his hairy armpit laughing hysterically. Then he began rubbing it back and forth. There was noting I could do but endure the punishment as even my hands were securing in his fist.

I was wiggling with all my might in his hand, which must have been turning him on. Pulling me out of the cavernous hole he held me up to his chest. It was huge and hairy, but not too hairy. Plus very well defined. Most likely from all the lofting he did in his job. He opened his hand laying me in his palm, then began rubbing me all over his chest. As he headed south to his stomach I say him pull the front of his pants open.

“You have got to be kidding” I thought and my worst fears were realized. As he moved his had away from me releasing the pressure I fell. I fell right into his crotchety smelling boxer briefs. The waste band was released and I was once again entombed.

Wedged between his thigh and rotten smelling balls I could tell he was walking by the way I was being squeezed between them. Thank goodness I was not in there long. When light once again shone upon me I found myself in his bathroom. The sound of water running in the background.

“Well I gotta get a shower little man”, Marco said. I assumed I was getting one too beings that I was now smelling like his smelly sock and balls. With that he dropped me inside his boot and stuffed another sock inside to prevent my escape. IT was still warm and humid from the days wear.

I could hear Marco singing in the shower.

After about ½ half hour the boot began to move. He was picking it up. “He has to let me out of here. I cant say in here.” A few minutes later the sock was removed and out thru the shaft o the boot I could see the giant, Marco, standing above me looking down at pitiful me.

Reaching his hand into the boot I was extracted and held once again in his grasp.

“Ready for dinner little man?” he asked, not really looking for a reply. “Your going to get your wish by little buddy. We’re having dinner with Joe tonight.”

My heart stood still at the thought of seeing him. JOE ROGAN. Alive and in person. But I couldn’t let him see me like this. I’m 3 inches tall. I began to squirm trying to get out of Marco’s grasp. Then the oddest thing happened. As his grip tightened, I felt a warm sensation. He felt it too by the look on his face. At first I thought he squeezed the piss out of me, or crushed me and that was my warm blood oozing between his fingers. Well I was ½ right. As it turns out it was ME oozing thru his fingers. ME, My body. I have somehow molecularly changed and became like so much silly putty.

When Marco opened his hand, I could tell it was a surprise to him too. “Well, Damn, that never happened before. This is going to be more interesting that I thought” he commented. “Who knows what Joe will do with you when he gets a load of that. Especially with the sadistic side he’s been showing lately.”

That was NOT what I wanted to hear.

With that Marco dropped me into a small vial, one I am sure held some sort of drugs at one time, and I was dropped into the pocket of his shorts.

He walked across the garden to the house and make a courtesy knock and entered the home not waiting for an answer.

Walking into the kitchen he met Joe there. “Hey buddy, WASSUP ? I hope you don’t mind Chinese. Filming ran long today and I didn’t have time for anything fancy. I got a couple bottles of good wine though. Maybe we can polish them off.”

“I got some good movies too, grad your food lets hit the Den.” Marco was instructed by Joe and he followed his lead chuckling to himself.

Setting themselves up in front of the TV, food, wine the Movies…… “damn, I left the movies in the car” Joe said. “I’ll be right back.”

Marco too the opportunity to pull me from his pocket and unscrew the lid of the vial. I was poured out into his hand. “Are you hungry bug?” he asked sarcastically. “I hope so cuz your going to the bottom of Joe’s Lo Mein” and with that took his fork, moved enough to drop me into the hole he created and kept pushing me under until I hit the bottom of the container. I was unable to move from the weight of the food.

Shortly I heard Joe return. Popping the DVD in he sat back down and picked up his cardboard container. “I’m starving. I may eat this whole thing” he said stabbing his chop stix into the food.

“NNNOOOOOO” I screamed. Not knowing if I could even be heard.

It was only a minute before Joe came back. He popped the first movie in the DVD player and threw himself back onto the couch. “I hope you like this one” he said. “It’s an oldie but one of my favorites”

Marco looked up to see the title of the move as it appeared on the screen.

“Village of the Giants”

Marco almost choked when he saw that.

“I love this movie” Joe said grabbing his square boxed dinner container. “Its just too mad there aren’t any real little people like that. I’d love to have a tiny slave or two. HA HA HA.” He laughed.

Marco joined in on the amusement. It could not be working out any more perfect.

As the intro to the movie was rolling, Marco noticed a tiny uninvited visitor. A bug had wondered into the house. One that had escaped his wrath of spraying earlier.

Pointing down, he said to Joe, “Well there is one of your subjects now.”

He looked down at the tiny insect about an inch long working its way over to Joe’s foot. “Hum, barely worthy of serving me. He’s soooo small. I should just crush him and put him out of his misery.”

“You wouldn’t” Marco dared.

“And if I do ?” Joe questioned back.

“If you squish him with your toe, I’ll suck the remains off your toe and eat them” he said not thinking Joe would kill the innocent little creature.

With that Joe slipped his foot out of his soccer slide and positioned his hug toe over the tiny being. Then pressed down upon it just enough to keep it from moving.

“I AM YOUR MASTER TINY BUG AND YOU ARE NOT WORTHY TO SERVE ME. I SENTENCE YOU TO BE SQUISHED BENEATH MY HAIRY TOE !” Then he pressed down steadily until there was a crunch.

Marco nearly wet himself.

Joe then lifted his foot exposing the squished remains of the bug. “Bone petite” he said. “A deals a deal.”

Marco lifted Joe’s foot to his face, inhaled deeply, licked the sole from heal to toe, then stuck his big toe into his mouth and rolled his tongue around it several times. When it was extracted it was devoid of any sign the bug ever existed.

“You are one sick fuck” Joe commented. “Give me back my foot” he said jerking it out of his hand then laughing. “Yeah one sick fuck”

The movie began and Joe turned his attention once again to his dinner and the movie. He was more than ½ say done with the Chinese cuisine when I began seeing his chop stix delving deeper and deeper into the container. That meant he was getting closer and closer to ME.

The movie continued as they eat to their fill but not reaching the bottom.

“So Joe” Marco began to question, “What WOULD you do if you had a little person all your own?”

“You mean like a midget?”

“ No, asshole. Like a real little person. I don’t know, maybe a few inches tall.”

Joe thought for a second. “That would be too freakin hot !” he said. “I’d probably make him my slave. Make him to all sorts of shit. I mean he would have to do it right ? Or I just squash him like that bug.”

Just hearing Joe say that made him hard. He wanted so badly to get me in front of him.

“Well I guess I’m done with this stuff” Marco said motioning to the food. “Want me to take yours out to the kitchen ?”

“Sure dude can you handle it ?, It’s a lot.”

“Yeah, here, set yours on top” Joe did as instructed.

I felt my container being jostled once again.

As Marco stood up he began to walk, but just then faked a trip sending my container tumbling to the ground, upside down.

“ OH SHIT” I though. Then it happened.

The container was lifted and there I was setting atop the leftovers. With Giant JOE looking right at me.

There I was, out in the open. I froze. Joe looked down at the mess on the floor. Marco offered a fake apology then exited to the kitchen to get something to clean up the “accidental” mess with.

I must have looked like a piece of chicken or something on top of that mound of food being all covered in sauce and stuff. At first I did not draw much attention. Until I began slipping that is. With nothing to use for traction on the slippery noodles I headed down the mound of food. THIS did get his attention. Joe bent down for a closer look.

Just the Marco, who was behind the couch watching the whole thing but waiting for just the right time to come out, turned the corner.

“Here let me clean that up.” offering the kitchen towels.

“No, wait. There’s something in there.”

“Who ? I mean what?” almost slipping in his wordage.

Joe grabbed the towel and leaned forward snatching me up in his strong grip. He began roughly massaging me in the terrycloth “blanket” while Marco cleaned up his mishap remains on the floor.

After what seamed like forever, being rubbed by him, he opened the cloth to look at his mysterious visitor.

My form was smooshed due to the pummeling I experienced at the hands of the giant but as they focused on me, my form returned.

From behind Joe I could see Marco’s devilish grin. He reached down grabbing the remote and setting the movie on pause.

He innocently asked, “That’s not a little man is it? It looks like a little man. Just like out of the movie. Looks like you might end up being a giant anyway Joe.”

Joe looked over his shoulder at first with a look of confusion and disbelief, then back down at me with a look of inquisitiveness. Like a little boy who just found something he should not have and wants to make it his new secret toy. Problem was, Joe was no little boy and I was still a living, breathing person. Even if I was in a diminished state.

The long paused look was interrupted by Marco once again. “It is a person, and how did he change shape like that ? It was like you crushed him but he wasn’t hurt, then changed shape. He must be indestructible.”

He was feeding Joe a line and Joe was reeling every inch of it in.

With the mess cleaned up on the floor, and my cover blown Marco took his place next to Joe on the couch. Joe was still just staring at me.

He leaned forward and set me on the table. “I need a another beer. This is just to weird.” He got up and went to the fridge to get more brews leaving me with Marco. He said, “Well little man, you wanted to meet Joe, now you’re getting your chance.” And laughed. “Hope he’s not too, rough on ya……… OK I lied, I hope he’s really rough on ya and I hope I get to watch.” I noticed the buldge in his pants grow.

Joe was heading back into the room but Marco wanted one last chance to inflict some humiliation on me. Taking me in his fist he allowed just my head and shoulders to be exposed out the top of his grip. Then Squeezed. I could feel my body compress in his grasp. He was doing this for a purpose. Joe returned to his former seated position and looked on the table for me.

“Here he is boss” he said. The little bugger tried to get a way so I snatched him up. I think I might have crushed him by accident though. He slowly loosened his grip and my mushed form came loose from his fingers. I simply fell over into his palm. Again Joe looked on in amazement when my body miraculously returned to a “Body” shape with no apparent permanent damage. Marco then tossed me into the air in Joe’s direction.

“Looks like you got yourself a little person of your own like in the movie. Except this one might be even more fun. You can crush him over and over and still have him to play with later.”

Joe downed more beer form his bottle and pondered what to do with his new found treasure.

“Something tells me you had something to do with this” Joe comments to Marco.

There was no hiding it. He could barely contain his enthusiasm. “Yeah I guess I did. Your not mad are you?”

“Mad ? Mad? Not at all. This is soo Cool. How’d you do this ?”

I shuttered to think about Joe’s response. I was getting the distinct feeling that I was NOT going to get any help from him.

Marco began telling Joe the story of my bus trip and the events up to this point and time. Joe listened intently not missing a word.

“So what your telling me is that you not only shrank the poor sap but he is made of silly putty too.”

“Yeah, while an unexpected side effect, a side effect none the less.” Marco informed.

“…and no one knows he is here?” Rogan questioned.

“Nope” came the response from my shrinker. “Just another missing person case, never to be solved. Unless of course you want me to try to find a cure and restore him.”

“What are you nuts ? I’ve always wanted to get a pet since I moved here, and this one is the best of all worlds. He looks semi-intelligent, (Peering down at me) so when I have to punish him he SHOULD understand and not misbehave again. But I am sure there will be come training needed.” He laughed.

This was where I interrupted. “HEY I AINT NOBODYS PET !”
Not a smart move at my present size.

“Well, looks like your new pet is eager to learn Rogans House Rules.” Marco replied.

Joe looked down at me. “There is one rule. I am the boss and you belong to ME ! But maybe I should give you a taste of some of the punishments that await you for disobeying me. You interrupted our movie so til we are done, I think a little “Time out” will do you good.

With that he lifted up his huge muscled arm and pressing my body face first into his arm pit trapped me inside. He brought his arm down tight to his side and flexed his bicep. The pressure was incredible. I immediately began to compress. Both Giants laughed, then settled back to finish watching the movie.

From inside his arm pit all sounds from outside sounded hollow but I could still make out the words when Joe uttered “Now back to our feature presentation”, and the DVD was started once again.

Joe’s body shifted as he put his feet up onto the coffee table. His arms were tight to his sides and his hands on his lap holding yet another beer. The movie continued on and I continued to remain trapped in Joe’s increasing sweaty armpit. The heat that was building was making me feel like I was melting. In fact I WAS becoming softer. Joe had huge arms from working out and all that ti kwan do he does. This did allow for a pocket of air to be found in the center of his armpit even as tightly closed as it was.

The movie seamed to go on forever. When it finally ended the boys were nothing but horny from watching all the giants with the little people. Throughout the movie they commented about what THEY would have done with all those little people. They were both pitching tents, if you know what I mean.

“So what do you wanna do now ?” Marco asked, not being very tired or ready for bed. “How about a game of ping pong?” he questioned motioning toward the game room.

“No can do” Joe replied. “Lost my balls” then laughed at how it sounded.

“HUMMM. I got an Idea. Hold that thought. I got something I’ve been tinkering with and we might as well try it out now” Marco quickly exited the house and returned holding a small palm pilot looking device.

“Take our friend out of that nasty pit of you’re a second” he said to Joe. And Joe did as requested.

He lifted his arm and they both scoffed at the site of me smooshed and entangled in his wiry armpit hairs. Joe pulled at me, trying to break me free. I looked like a wad of gum trying to be pulled off a mans shoe. All stringy like. I did eventually all come out.

I was allowed to return to my normal humanoid shape, but still greatly reduced in size. Marco reached over and plucked a hair from my head.

“HEY, WHAT’D YA DO THAT FOR ?” I scolded.

He took the hair and slid it into a small compartment on the palm pilot and pushed it inside.

“There that should give this thing enough DNA to work.”

He then pointed it at me and pressed a button, a beam of light shot me straight in the chest. They both looked on as he punched in something on the keypad. I began to feel very odd. I was being transformed yet again. This time onto a circular object. After a few seconds Marco asked.

“How’s that for a ping-pong ball.”

Joe rolled my new rounded body back and forth in his hand. “I like it. Lets get that game going !”

I tried to yell but could not speak. I was about to be used by two hot giants as a ping pong ball. How could this be ?!?!?

I was set upon the table with the paddle on top of me to prevent me from rolling off the table. I could see both giants standing in position. After Joe stretched and cracked his knuckles I readied myself for what I know was next.

One hand picked up the paddle; the other picked me up in its thick, strong fingers.

With a nod to Marco that he was ready the game began.

I was thrust down onto the table and bounced back up into the air. “SMACK” I hit the paddle.

The punishment began. Another hit, “SMACK”. How humiliating. How could this be that I am being pummeled by these men? I could see every hit as it was happening. The look on each of their faces as I was tossed to and fro. Neither ever forgot that I was not indeed a person and not a plastic ball. This seamed to make them want to hit me even harder and play more aggressively.

Of course not each hit was returned. On and off I was missed. Sending me flying to the floor. I just wanted to cry. This, however, was not a function I was able to perform any more in my altered state. Joe and Marco just laughed. Occasionally before they would serve up another blow, they would look down upon me. Always making sure my face was able to gaze upon the next punishing blow. How thoughtful.

Finally after about an hour be being beaten and battered, the score was 20/20. This point would decide the champion. (either way I was the looser) I can hardly describe the feeling of helplessness.

The last serve was dealt. Slam ! Whack ! Grunts and groans exerted with each strike. Joe Returned the serve, Marco replied in kind. The look of determination on their faces. Then with one mighty blow, a strong, smooth slam sent me sailing to the table, then directly past Marco. He barely saw it coming. I flew past his failed attempt to make contact with me. In a split second I was behind Marcos back headed right at the wall.

WHAM! I hit, then dropped like a rock. I could hear Joe cheer for his victory just before I plummeted to the floor and right into one of his high top sneakers he had worn earlier and discarded at their current resting spot.

PLOP ! I hit the bottom then slowly rolled forward to the toe.

While my ability to cry was no longer and option as earlier mentioned, my sense of smell was still fully intact. And right now I wish it WASN’T. These shoes were obviously worn well past their prime. The insole was worn and stained, the imprint of his foot embedded in the somewhat still cushiony material.

I only rested there a minute before the sneaker was picked up and tilted heal downward. I rolled back facing directly up to see the faces of both my giants looking down. “Little fella sure did give us a good game.” I heard one comment.

“I sure could use another beer. I think I sweated all the others out” Marco laughed.

Heading to the kitchen they decided to tap the Keg. I was carried along. Joe handed Marco a Mug and He took one for himself. Marco announced to Joe “Catch” and tossed me into the air. Joe lifted his mug and caught me inside the empty glass tower. Problem is it was not going got be empty for long.

The mug was placed under the tap and a cold flow of brew washed down over me. I thought I would drown. Luckily for me I floated to the top and only hand the beer foam to deal with.

Marco was next to fill his mug.

They hung out at the Juice Bar in the game room. Joe kept me in the mug as he drank. With every sip I could see his strong lips approaching the cup. Once and a while he would stick his tongue out and play with me bouncing me on the top of the beer. When he was down to the last drops he tilted the mug back and I headed directly into his open mouth. He rolled his tongue around me over and over until he finally spat me out into his hand.

“Poor sap. I can only imagine what he’s feeling. Must suck to be totally helpless with us able to do anything we want to him. Bet he wished we would just crush him. Oh well. There too much I still want to do to him.” And laughed.

Joe then dropped me onto the floor. I hit and only rolled a short way from them.

I could see them approaching then Joes big toe rested gingerly on top of me.

'Let me see that control pad' he said to Marco, and he handed it over. 'How do ya work this thing?'

Marco instructed, 'Well since we already have his DNA in there all you need to do is punch in what you want to happen to him and it will happen.'

'What if I want to keep him in a ball, for now, but a bit more flexible?'

'Then type that in but be careful. 100% flexibility would make him almost water like. Try 70%.'

Joe typed in..'70% flexibility'

There was a beep from the device after he hit the enter key.

Then looking to the floor, he began pressing his big toe down to the floor. I tried to scream but it was pointless. I began flattening out under the pressure of his toe. It was horrible. Again there was laughing from above. Then as he pressed down, he pushed hi foot forward. this began to smear me across the floor. Joe continued until I was no longer on his toe, but instead a long (5 inch) smudgy streak on the floor.

Without warning he repositioned himself and began jumping up and down on he with both feet and all his weight. I was smashed, pummeled into the floor. Booms of laughter came from above from both giants.
Since my back was to the floor I was looking directly up at each stomp as it came down to meet me. Finally the pummeling ended.

Joe was laughing so hard at all the “Fun” he was having that he had to catch his breath. His foot was firmly planted on top of me, his heal on my face. He bent over placing his hands on his knees. This exerted even more pressure on my squashed form. After remembering what he was laughing at in the first place he tried to lift his foot. It rose but with me attached to the bottom. He found this quite amusing and got an idea. Reaching to me on either side of his foot he pulled free my arms and pulled them over the top of his foot and tied them.

“Look he even makes a great flip-flop” he announced placing his pressure down on me once again.

Marco yawned and told Joe he was going to head home. “Here you might want this” he said tossing Joe the palm pilot. “Have fun big guy” he said just before shutting the door behind him.

Joe spoke aloud and looking down at me. “Yeah, I’m kinda beet myself, how ‘bout you?” he chuckled while grinding his foot under him.

Once in the bedroom he stripped down to his boxers and jumped onto the huge bed. With the palm pilot to his side he reached down to his foot pealing me off but keeping my hands tied.

He entered come commands into the device which allowed me to regain my humanoid form. Joe then took my legs and tied them in a know at the ankles.

“What are gonna do now ? Haven’t I suffered enough?” I yelled.

“Suffered ?…..Suffered ? We’re just playing little bug. And tonight was just the beginning.” He laughed.
“Now I’m gonna go to sleep and since I like feeling your puny body next to mine I’m gonna keep you well in hand for the night.”

Joe took me and slipped his thumb into the loop created by my knotted wrists. Then threaded his pinky into the one created by my knotted ankle. I was stretched face out across his palm.

“Nighty night, little man” he said before reaching out and turning off the light.

I could not see anything thru the darkness, but I did feel the warmth of his body heat as his hand caressed over his chest, down his stomach and came to rest………….OH Shit !

Joes hand stopped just below the waistband of his boxers. The heat from his skin rose softly from his body and washed over me. His scent carried up from his crotch. ALL MAN BABY !

But wait, this isn’t supposto be exciting me. But it is.

He breathed heavily. Almost sigh like. His body heaving with each breath.

Joe’s hand shifted slightly downward. I could feel the bristles of hair from his crotch. He stopped just as his palm and me landed directly over his sleeping cock. I could feel his fingers gently moving. Teasing the sleeping giant. It was not long before his caresses were responded to by a slight jump. It bucked beneath me then hit into me.

I should have known what was coming next. Slowly his hand turned allowing his thick heavy manhood to fall right onto me. Being stretched between his thumb and pinky, what was I to do ? I instinctively arched my back in en effort to buck him off of me but this only excited him and my body check was returned with one even stronger.

Without warning, his hand was pulled from his shorts. I was relieved, but not for long. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness I focused just long enough to see a huge glob of lube headed my way.

SPLAT !

“SHIT!”

Joe’s hand closed in around me. His fingers wiggled into his fist smearing out the gel to all parts of his hand. Without a word still, I was headed down to his crotch. He immediately grabbed hold of his cock and began stroking.

He swelled larger and larger until reaching his full 7 ½ inch length. His huge bulbous head batted into me. I could feel his thick veins pulsing blood of the entire length of his penis. Faster and faster he rubbed. From above I could hear Joe begin to moan. He was loving the face that I was being tortured while he got off.
It was definitely adding to his excitement.

It was a long day for us both and this was just what he needed to release some of his pent up energy and relax. It seamed like forever to be but it was mere minutes to him before he began spouting hot juicy cum bursts.

He placed his hand directly above piss slit and let the explosions hit me over and over. Coating my entire body.

Squirt ! Splash ! Squirt Splash.

Letting himself empty of his steamy seed I endured the pummeling until it finally stopped.

His hand full of cum and me nearly drowning in it, he pulled his hand out and held it up to his face.
His eyes already adjusted to the light, or lack of his easily saw me and the mess I was in.

Satisfied, he stretched out his arm to the side, palm up and fell fast asleep. I lay, drying fast to the globs of cum and his hand.

At least it was over….for now.

Morning came quickly. The sun shown thru the window striking Joes face. Walking him from his dreams. Stretching his hands raised above his head, fists clenched. I screamed as it closed in around me. Part of me knew that he instantly remembered I was there and the squeezing was my wakeup call.

After a quick yawn his hand rubbed repeatedly across his stomach and chest. I of course was rubbed with it. His flesh is thick and scented.

Getting up he headed directly for the bathroom. He laid his huge member across his palm and over me. Applying just enough pressure to face plant me into it. I could fee the steady flow exiting it.

Now for the first time he acknowledged me. I was plucked form my stretched out position across his hand and he looked at me squarely.

'Humpf,bug' he commented and dropped me to the bottom of the bathtub. The water was turned on and he entered the steamy falls. For 20 minutes I did nothing by try to escape his footfalls. The hot water made my arms and legs limber enough to unknot themselves. Not that it mattered. There was nowhere to go. The walls of the tub looked a mile high and the only way out was down the drain.

Exhausted I just stopped running. I lay there on my back. Too tired to do anything else. He saw me. Done with his shower he approached but looked as though he was just reaching for a towel. Then 'STOMP”! His foot came down. My body under his foot, my head between his toes he pressed my torso flat. The bottom of the tub was slick and I had no problem sticking to him.

He exited the tub with me in tow, or should I say under toe.

Joe kept me under his foot as he wrapped a large towel around his waist then sauntered up to the sink. He needed a shave. I could feel him rocking back and forth upon me. My head still positioned between his toes. This was on purpose so that I could look up at him. He loved being in top. And he loved having another man suffering under his foot. It made him really horny.

After finishing with his shave, he got dressed into a pair of shorts and a tank top. I was then pulled from beneath his foot and placed on the sink.

He pulled out a glass vial from the bathroom drawer. It was about 3 inches long and about ½ inch in diameter. The lid was plastic with a chain threaded thru two holes in it. He set it next to me in the palm I was sitting on.

“Get in” he ordered.
I looked and replied “NO WAY” !
My response did not make him happy. Joe tilted his hand to the side and I began to slide to them open mouth of the vial. My slide ended as my feet hit the opening.
“I am NOT getting in there” I repeated.
“Get in or I’ll PUT you in.” he said sternly.
I began by slipping my feet into the opening. In a few seconds I was in up to my waste but apparently it was too slow for his liking. He up righted the vial and took his index finger and placed it on my head. With one quick push I was forced in the rest of the way.

I looked up to see him placing the lid on the top and screwing it on tight. The chain was then placed around his neck. I was a necklace.

Putting on his tank top he headed to the solarium. It
Was time for his Morning Meditation. He threw a large pillow on the floor and sat cross legged.

Settling onto the giant pillow he sat himself in the sun streaming in thru the skylights. It was a bright sunny day and the beams of sunshine were warm. VERY WARM.

Joe uncrossed his legs and sat with the soles of his feet pressed against one another. Then placed his hands, palms up on each knee. His posture was erect and my glass prison was leaning back against his chest. As he began his low toned mantra, I felt the vibrations thru the glass. His eyes were closed he produced the eeriest sound I ever heard. The whole vial shook as well at my body.

He began sweating about 10 minutes into his routine.

This went on for about 1/2 hour at which time he took a deep breath and exhaled.

Joe took a moment to look down at me, hanging around his chest. Hanging between his firm pecs now dripping with sweat.

He reached over his head and removed the chain. Holding the vial up close enough to look inside he could see I was very warm myself. Hell it was hot in here.

Typically Joe did not break for any drinks himself until his full hour was completed. HE unscrewed the cap and spoke. ' You look thirsty my little bug, let me get you something to drink.'

With that the held the open vial against his chest and ran it up to a huge drip of sweat descending down his chest. He filled up the vial about 1/2 with the salty liquid. I was drenched.

'There ya go. Enjoy' he said as he screwed the cap back on.

This time instead of putting me around his neck again he laid me in the crease created by the soles of his feet.

I was gagging on the sweat inside the vial as it sloshed about me.

Joe continued with his meditation. I continued to be tortured.

Just as he finished his last ½ hour there was a knock at the door…….

Joe got up to answer the door and having no pockets dropped me and the vial into his underwear. He was wearing boxer briefs so he was relatively sure I was not going to drop out.

Upon opening the door the saw his nephew Danny. He completely forgot he was coming over but was still happy to see him.

You see, Danny is about 20 years old and a total hottie. He is taller than Joe, with a swimmers build dark spiky hair and a killer smile. But don’t let that smile fool you. He had a wicked devilish side.

Today was their weekly 'Bud' session. They'd spend the day talking sports, goofing around, wrestling one another. In fact that was their favorite thing to do. Primarily because the winner would get to make the looser do ANYTHING he wanted. This usually consisted of such things as using the other as a foot rest while watching a game.

Of course using each other as a foot rest has it's downsides (depending on your point of view) Mostly the smell. The Feet propped up on you are usually hot, sweaty and smelly and only wore socks.

One time when Danny beat Joe wrestling he got him in a scissor hold, pulled off his sneaker and squeezed the insole sweat right out of it and into Joe's mouth.

The set the pace for a new level of torture for the winner to inflict onto the looser. And so the games went on.

'sup? Unkie Joe' he asked and got Joe in a headlock under his arm and began rubbing his nuckles on the top of his head. Joe pulled out as soon as he could. 'Damn, your getting strong boy.'

'Yeah, been working out, glad you noticed. I’m not gonna be so easy to mess with me now, huh ?, he laughed.

'Damn straight' Joe replied. 'I'll have to work harder to whoop your butt.'

Dan carried a duffelbag and tossed it onto a nearby char.

'How about a brew, Joe' Dan asked.

Joe gave a look of disapproval, 'Hey now, First names ??? Not very respectful'

'Yeah well I guess I figured since I am about 4 inches taller than you now it was kinda fitting.....ahhahahahhahaha' Dan quipped patting Joe on the top of his head. Joe did not
appreciate that.

Joe grabbed a couple beers anyway.

They both headed for the living room and sat on the couch. They began talking about sports as usual. When Joe sat down the vial rubbed against his upper thigh and hairy ball sack reminding him I was there. He adjusted himself accordingly.

Danny noticed and commented, “Hanging a little to the left there ? Unkie Joe?”

Joe just laughed not wanting to reveal his secret just yet.

They downed the beer brought by Joe giving them both quite a buzz. Then the games began………

Joe was getting hungry and he heard Dan's stomach growl as well. He pointed Dan to the kitchen and told him to head in and grab some stuff out of the fridge and they could make some sandwiches.

He said he'd be right there.

As Dan disappeared around the corner he pulled the vial containing me out of his shorts. Then he reached for a pair of nike slide sandals,the kind with the little massaging nubs on the insole. Dumping me unceremoniously into his palm I was not please to see what he had in mind.

Thank God I was still malleable. As he pressed me into the sole the massaging nubs were forced into my back, my legs, every part of me. Every part except the back of my head that is. Joe strategically positioned that directly over the flat logo. He smiled as he dropped the slide to the floor, it landed upside down. I was hoping that I would fall out, but no such luck. Using his toes he flipped it over and slowly slipped in his foot.

I let you a quick gasp as the little bit of air left inside me was forced out by his descending weight. I was covered by his fleshy sole.

Joe was liking this. Knowing that each step was making my body slap up against the bottom of his foot. He was already sporting a woody he would need to hide from his nephew. He untucked his shirt and let it fall freely over his shorts.

Joe walked in to the kitchen. Dan was already making sandwiches. I breathed a sigh of relief once Joe's sandles stopped flapping.

While eating, they both sat on tall bar stool type chairs. There was a bar on the bottom quarter of the legs that Joe had the toes of his shoes resting on. This allowed for the sandals to drop away from his feet.

I was flattened. Pressed into the nubs of his foot bed. And I'll tell ya, his feet may feel good walking in these but they did NOTHING for easing MY tension.

I could hear them talking above. Dan's voice was strong and sold for his age.

With Joes foot raised above me, I could get glimpses of Dan high above. His thick legs hanging down from the stool, his torso that of a stocky swimmer and biceps that showed definite signs of gym activity. With Dan’s feet at my level, I could see each time he wiggled his toes in his shoes. At one point he swung his foot on the rest bar and it headed for me, then quickly swung upward. On the bottom of his sneaker, was imprinted a size. 12W.

I could hear them verbally sparring at one another. This was going to be a rough day.

I endured the 'lunch' and the view of the giant men above me. Dan was telling Joe about the match he had the other night and kept using terms like 'Squashing' his opponent and 'Stomping' him into submission. My heart was in my throat hearing the details.

The talk turned to what they could do for the days activities.

Swimming, Basket Ball, Tennis, Then they opted for an activity I thought was long dead. Hackysac.

I heard Joe comment, 'Good Idea, I haven't played that in years and I think I have one that would be perfect to use' Joe was said as he glanced down at me and slapped his sandal up to meet the sole of his foot in confirmation of my thoughts.

Lunch was over and Joe excused himself to his bedroom to get his 'Hackysac'.

He entered the room, closing the door behind him. He slipped off his sandal and pulled an old box from his closet. Inside the dusty box were all odds and ends of things he had not thrown out from his past. Old jock straps, sweat socks, Jerseys, hockey pucks and oh yes, lets not forget.....the hackey sack. Buried beneath one of his old socks.

Tossing it between his two hands to get the dust out he chuckled to himself knowing what he was going to do next.

Slowly my form was 'unflattening' I had a little strength of my own return and I used all I could muster to pull free from the bottom of the rubber sole.

It was just too little too late. He saw me and quickly slammed his foot on me slamming me to the floor, preventing any escape.

Allowing my head to poke thru the space between his big and second toe he let me watch as he unzipped the hackey sac and emptied some of the contents into the box.

'Guess what gets to replace what I just poured out, my little worm. HAHAHAHAHAH'

As he pulled me from under this foot I struggled, fighting against him as I was forced into the cloth ball and zipped in.

'Uncle Joe !?! What are you doing in there?'

'Coming!' he replied and opened the bedroom door.

'Think Quick !' he said dropping the sac to the floor then kicking it with the heal of his foot, down the fall to his awaiting nephew.

Headed directly to him I was caught in has hand and up and down into the air like nothing more than a toy for his amusement.

'Come on old man' he said as Joe walk toward him eager for the punishment to begin.

I was carried outside in the meshy sack by the tall, handsome nephew. He was kneading me unknowingly in his hand like you would a chunk of pie dough.

His hands were strong and powerful.

They exited the air-conditioned house into the muggy summer air. Joe has an incredible patio area and this is where the pummeling would begin.

Dan was wearing his cross trainer sneakers, which looked like they have seen better days. Joe had put on a pair of his trainers as well, also looking pretty ratty.

Dan tossed me up into the air and as I plummeted down I was kicked squarely with his rubber heal and tossed thru the air to Joe. Joe immediately and without hesitation returned the toss. This went on for what seamed like hours in the hot summer sun. I was battered and bashed, slammed and smashed. All the while Joe loved every point of contact and Dan never knew what he was doing TO me at all.

After one last kick I was caught in mid air by Joe. Panting from the workout he asked Dan, “Ready Cool down?” Sure, how about a beer.”

Both men retreated to the pool area. Joe had a little club house there fully stocked bar. Joe pulled out 2 Corona’s and removed the caps. Slicing a lime he dropped a wedge into one, then unzipped my pouch. Taking me from inside he smiled then began forcing me into the neck of the bottle.

I struggled against his thick fingers but to no avail. Using his pinky finger he forced the last of me down the bottle neck. “ SPLASH, FIZZZZZZ” I landed inside.

It was cold and obviously wet. I yelled to be let out. I was heard but ignored.

To my surprise when he got back to the pool, seeing Dan with his shoes off and feet cooling in the water, I was handed to HIM. At first, he never even noticed me. Dan just to a swig of the beer, tossing me around in the fizzy liquid and set it back down on this thigh.

Joe took off his shirt commenting on how hot it was out. Dan agreed and relocated the bottle to the mosaic tile next to his leg. He also removed his shirt. Sighing heavily he picked up the bottle again, this time as it passed before his eyes he saw something not quiet right. Peering into the bottle he saw me. Floating, helplessly in his beverage.

“Uncle Joe, Dude, there’s something in my beer. Some weird bug or something.”

Joe laughed. “There aint no bug in there.”
“Yeah…Yeah there is….Look” he said holding his bottle out to him to look at.
Joe knew full well what was in the bottle.

“Take a closer look” he told him.

Dan’s face neared the bottle wall. He looked in closer, focusing in on me. “Shit ! That’s a little dude ! How’d he get in my bottle ?”

“I put him there.” He said. “And there’s only one way to get him out. Finish the beer.”

The eagerness on Dan’s face became worrisome. He quickly turned the bottle to his lips and began chugging the beer. Bubbles rushed passed me tossing me about uncontrollably.
Like a whirlpool I was being sucked down. Swirling about over and over. There was no fighting it. Before I knew it I was bring sucked into the glass bottleneck again.

Another second later I was in a warm dark place, bumped around by something thick and slimy. It would only be one thing. I was in his mouth.

I was bumped and tossed about by Dan’s tongue, playfully to him, Scary to me. A second later I was spat out into his awaiting hand.

“So what the Hell is this?” He asked, looking down at my saliva covered body.

“Just a toy of mine I thought you mike to see” he said. “Especially since we were just kicking him around for the last hour or so in that hacky sack.” Joe laughed.

“What ?, I don’t get it?” his puzzled nephew questions.

Joe then filled him in on the past days events and How I cam to be his little pet to torture.

“ So what your telling me, is that this guy is indestructible. He can be squashed, kicked, used a as ping pong ball and he survives it all ?”

“YUP”

“Hummmmm. Mind if I give him a survival test of my own ?” Dan asked.

“Sure, go ahead”

With that Dan tossed me high into the air. As I descended I looked down…….

OH GOD NOOOOOOOOOOO !

“Gulp!” All was dark…….