A Slave for the Taking
By Sazzoray

Deighton and Logan had been together for just over two years and life had begun to become a little tedious, making love was boring and stale. Their relationship was taking the brunt of these feelings, which didn’t help as they worked together. In fact that is where they first met.
Deighton is a 6’5” guy of 34 with cascading blonde hair. He sported a dark blonde goatee and moustache. He worked out three times a week and had got himself into perfect shape. He was like a living Adonis. Logan on the other hand had was 5’ 10” and only 26, he was clean-shaven with short brown hair. He liked to workout with Deighton as often as he could, but would rather spot his lover than do as much work. His body was in great shape, although not in the league of Deighton. They both work for the same chemical company. Deighton had been there for the last fourteen years, whereas Logan had only been there for two and a half. Logan was working there just to pay his way through college so was not planning on making it his career.
Now things were getting stale between the two lovers. The atmosphere both at home and work was becoming impossible. That is when the accident happened. The pair were alone in the lab. They were arguing as usual and through all the shouting and confusion, Logan had handed Deighton the wrong bottle. Logan was just exiting the lab when it happened. He needed some space to let Deighton cool off.
As Deighton added the liquid, a chemical reaction began to take place. Deighton didn’t notice at first, his mind still preoccupied with his argument with his lover. It was too late by the time he noticed. Wafts of yellow smoke were billowing out of the vile. Deighton began to cough, and on doing so breathed in the smoke. He felt himself going dizzy and blacking out. He hit the floor with a thud.
When Logan returned some twenty minutes later, the smoke had dispersed and the chemicals had evaporated. “Deighton, Deighton where are you.” Called Logan. He was a little worried because he knew Deighton would never leave the lab empty without locking the door. This was very unlike his lover. He closed the door and slowly walked over towards the bench where Deighton had been working. As he neared he noticed his lover lying on the floor. Floods of emotion came pouring out as Logan thought Deighton was hurt.
Deighton began to stir, sitting up on the floor he still felt a little groggy. “What the fuck happened?” He was still a little confused. “Something went wrong with the experiment. One minute it was fine the next, well I don’t remember much about the next.” He was helped up onto a stool. Reaching out to the bottles of chemicals, he noticed the labels. “You fucking idiot, you brought the wrong bottles. What were you doing, trying to kill me? Is that why you left the lab?”
Logan stood there dumbstruck. He was shocked to hear his lover thought of him capable of trying to kill him. “Deighton, no. It was an accident. I never, I would never, I could never. I love you.” He stuttered.
“Get out of here, you’re fired. You are irresponsible. This could have been a disaster. I want you out of my lab, out of my apartment and out of my life. You have one week to find somewhere else to live.” Deighton glared angrily at Logan as the young guy picked up his coat and left, head hung low. Deighton felt a little guilty over what he had said; after all it was he had started the argument that morning.
Deighton left the lab early, he wanted to apologise to Logan and tell him he didn’t really have to move out as long as they tried to make things work. He still felt a little odd with what had happened that morning, not ill odd, but he felt something was different. When he got home he quickly made up with Logan. They went straight to the bedroom. It was the best sex they had had for months. Maybe that’s all they needed, one full-blown row to clear the air.
Later that night Deighton was flicking through the channels on TV and caught the end of the INCREDIBLE SHRINKING MAN. “Hey Logan, if you that small then I could easily keep you under control.” Deighton laughed. Logan didn’t see the funny side and slipped on his shorts and went to the bathroom. “I can just imagine you at 2”.” Deighton yelled after him. Logan seemed to be in the bathroom for an awful long time, so Deighton followed. “Come on Logan, it was only a joke.” But when he entered the room was empty. Deighton stood there naked and confused. He was sure Logan had come in here. He looked around and was about to leave, when he noticed the shorts his lover had been wearing were lying on the floor. He bent down to pick them up when some insect scurried out from inside. He raised his huge barefoot above the bug and was about to crush it, when he heard what sounded like a tiny voice. He lowered his foot in front of the bug and looked closer. He almost fell over as he saw what looked like a 2” Logan. Still a little mesmerized he reached his giant hand down and wrapped his huge fingers around the tiny man. “Wow, did I do this? My god, that chemical blunder of yours in the lab has given me the power to shrink things just by thinking about them. You have given me the power to do anything. My god, I love you foe that Logan my tiny lover.” Deighton grins. Logan is both nervous and aroused by what has happened to him. As Deighton opens his palm and looks down at his tiny lover he sees him jerking himself off. “Don’t get off yet.” Warns the giant, knocking away the tiny mans hand from the miniscule dick. “Roll over, now.” Orders the giant. A little frightened, Logan complies. He dares not look back over his shoulder as a giant shadow falls over him. Deighton proceeds to spank the tiny man on his perfect round ass with the tip of one finger. “You naughty little man. Don’t ever masturbate without first having my permission little slave. Got that?” The little slave yells something up at his giant master, giant lover and waves his fist in the air angrily. “Much better my tiny toy. Now as long as you remember who is master then things should be fine between us again.” Deighton walks back towards the bedroom with his 2” prize in his hand. Lowering his hand onto the pillow, he tips it slightly and watches in amusement as his tiny lover rolls off.
Logan tries to get to his feet, but even at his size the pillow is squashy. His tiny bare feet sink into the soft material. “What have you done to me?” He yells up at the giant towering over him. “Make me back to full size this instant. I am not your toy. I am a man, you lover.”
Deighton leans closer to listen to his tiny man. “Now lets get things straight around here. You are my slave, you are my toy and you are my pet. You had better get that into your head and you had better like the idea because I now have complete control over you, your size and your destiny.” He climbs onto the bed in front of Logan. He is on his knees stroking his hardening penis, his sac hanging below. Reaching for the pillow, he pulls it closer. Logan falls on his back at the force of the movement. As the tiny man look up all he can see is the sac and protruding rod. He just lies there, staring as he hears his master’s booming voice. “Start playing with my sac you cute little thing.” Logan gets to his feet and begins to massage the sac with his hands. The giant lowers his body slightly so that his sac rests now on the pillow. The 2” Logan now really gets to work. He pummels the giant sac with his tiny bare feet. Both the giant and his slave are enjoying this performance. The bug-sized slave can feel the sac tighten and knows it is only a matter of time. He begins to climb the mighty pole. It is warm and he can feel the pulsing, throbbing from within. He manages with some difficulty to scale the monument. The hardest part is the smooth mushroom head. There is nothing for him to get a grip of. He can feel the giant piece of flesh twitch as his toes press into the sensitive flesh of the head. The slit is wide and dripping with pre-cum. He rubs his tiny hands into the milky liquid. He laps up the drops, which to him are buckets full. He massages the inside of the slit with his tiny hand. He can feel the eruption about to launch. The force of the explosion throws the tiny man onto the stomach of his giant lover. Cum rains from the sky like an avalanche, covering the tiny man.
 

To be continued.