Christian

~ Prologue ~

I thought he was a model, at first. With his pouty lips and bold, curved jaw. His hair was long and stylishly unkempt. He was tall, slim and wore his plain shirt, loose jeans and sneakers like a celebrity in disguise. His nonchalant angel-face, half hidden behind large black sunglasses as he leaned in to light his cigarette, chatting casually on the corner with a statuesque young Latino boy.

That young Latino boy was Enrique, a rising runway model and my partner of two years. We’d met in college when I was an eyeliner-donning animal rights activist who spent more time marching in political protests than studying. Enrique was still modelling for K-mart catalogues to pay the bills, then, and I melted for his jungle-green eyes, dark lashes and copper-brown skin at first sight. Two years on, we’d just moved to L.A. to accommodate his blossoming career. Today my boyfriend had met with some high-flying Californian photographer to revamp his portfolio, and I had just arrived to pick him up.

I climbed out of the car and crossed the street, trading smiles with Enrique. I eyed the glamorous young man standing next to him curiously. He wasn’t one of the buff, slick-haired young models Enrique normally ran with these days – His look was sort of delicate and important. More Oratons and skinny jeans than business shirt and Rolex, if you know what I mean.

“Hey, Baby.” Enrique pecked me gently on the cheek. “This is Christian, the photographer I told you about. Christian, this is my boyfriend, Tommy.” This was the visionary photographer? He could have been a teenager! Although, I would later discover, he was twenty-six, older than us. Trying to hide my surprise, I said hello and shook Christian’s hand. He never smiled, only nodded coolly – almost solemnly, in response.

Soon after, Enrique checked his hair in the rearview mirror as I started the ignition, and we were on our way home. “How was the shoot?” I prodded, “Did he put you in a g-string and make you growl like a tiger?”

Enrique’s laughter seemed natural enough. “No! Oh, no. He was.. He was amazing.” I sighed, quietly relieved, and tried to relax during the ride home.

But there was something. Something not quite right about the exchange which had just taken place. Somwehow I could still feel Christian’s hand in the palm of mine – His wrist slender, his skin smooth, soft, and cold.

That handshake had lasted too long. Maybe only by seconds, but that was all it had taken to unsettle me as I had stared into those pitch black shades.

My right hand still ached from Christian’s deliberate, vice-like grip.

Christian

When Tom pulled up outside Christian’s building on that very pink Californian dusk, the backseat of his car was already laid with packed luggage, his face tear-stained. Tom was set to leave town and take his broken heart with him. But first, he had to make a pitstop to visit the hot-shot photographer who, he had just discovered, had been sleeping with Tom’s boyfriend for the past six weeks.

Tom stormed into the studio-apartment minutes later, his pale cheeks flushed and his black hair hanging in an unusually untidy fringe. “Who the fuck do you think you are?!” spilled from his lips automatically.

On the other side of the room, the ‘other man’ relaxed in front of a balcony view of blue ocean lapping at an orange sunset. His large, bare feet peeked out of dark jeans, propped up on a coffee table. Christian surveyed the broken man standing before him, and grinned from under his glossy mop of hair, mildly amused if not bored.

“Did you hear me?!” Tom went on “Do you think my boyfriend’s just another dopey model you can impress with your big name and shiny camera??”

Christian snickered, a sound that made Tom’s skin crawl, and leisurely got up, crossing the room. “Oh, Tommy, Tommy. I’m so sorry. See, you’re mistaken. It’s not my big shiny camera that gets your little boyfriend all excited.. It’s my big fat cock.” He had the face of an angel and the Devil’s smile, Tommy thought, his blood boiling.

“As a matter of fact, your boyfriend loves everything about me, just like all my little pets do. He loves to suck on my big, wet tongue, he likes to lick my sweaty ball sack clean, and he loves my feet. Oh, he worships these babies. Rubs his smooth little cock all over them before he sucks his come off my toes..”

“ENOUGH!” Tom exploded. “I thought you might actually show some remorse if you saw how badly you’d hurt me but you’re a sadistic prick! Enrique deserves to waste his time with you before you move onto your next ‘pet’. I hope you both have fun.”

Tom swung around and made for the door, but Christian caught him by the wrist. “Leaving so soon, Tommy?” He asked, flashing those perfect teeth.

“Let go of me, you son of a bitch, or I swear to God..” Tom kept up a brave face, but there was something about the amount of focus in Christian’s eyes that unnerved him.

“I have a better idea, Tommy. How about I don’t let you go? How about I keep you right.. in the palm.. of my hand.”

Tom felt his skin burn and tighten. It was as if the ground beneath him was sinking. His thoughts raced: Had he been poisoned? Why did he feel so dizzy? Shock and vertigo set in as his view of Christian fell, he had the sensation of being dropped through space, and all at once the other man’s hand seemed to be growing, wrapping around him.

Finally Tom stood, just as Christian had suggested, in the palm of the other man’s hand. Christian’s cool skin hugged him tightly, smelling of salt and cologne. Breathing heavily, Tom stared dazedly up at Christian’s bill-board sized smile, which was glowing with evil glee. Christian started to laugh – A deep, corrupted laugh. “You shouldn’t have come round, Tommy! HAHAHAHA! Your boyfriend’s a hot piece of ass but trust me, he wasn’t worth it. Now you’re both mine..”

Tom’s head spun at hectic speeds and, staring into the giant’s huge, laughing mouth, he rolled into deep unconsciousness.

* * *

Tom awoke with a start. The air around him was musky and thick. He sat up, leaning on one hand, and realised that his palm was pressed against warm leather. To Tom’s horror, he turned to discover a large ‘13’ printed behind him – He was lying inside that cocky jerk’s boot! He climbed up and quickly ascertained that there was no escape. This was one of those patent leather zip-boots, like the kind that rockstars and pretentious scene kids wore. Tom could only peek out through the partially unzipped side.

..And there was Christian, sitting in an armchair metres away, now wearing only jeans. The man’s pale body was slight but muscular, like an athletic teen. He was leaning forward, staring into his hands and whispering. Tom had to strain his ears to pick up the words. “..all mine, for ever and ever …whatever I want with you …gonna love it, aren’t you?”

Then, the giant did something odd. He pressed his right hand against his small, pinkish right nipple and closed his eyes. Christian’s jaw hung slack as he seemed to totally relax. Soon he began to sigh blissfully, then moan in long, drawn-out, guttural sounds. “Ohh, fuck yeah.. Good boy, Enrique..” That’s when the truth hit Tom like a sack of bricks, and he saw the tanned calf of his ex-boyfriend poking out from under Christian’s hand. Enrique had been shrunk down by the other man, most likely willingly, and now Christian was having his nipple played with by his brand-new slave while Tom, the troublesome original boyfriend, was forced to watch from inside Christian’s gross boot.

“LET ME OUT OF HERE, YOU ASSHOLE! HEY! LET ME OUT!” Tom screamed. Christian threw a side-long glance his way, smiling deviously, then reached down to his fly and unleashed a surprisingly thick erection. The lean young man’s cock was anything but modest. It filled his fist, standing tall and strong like a police baton. He allowed the fleshy pink beast to bob for a moment, glistening with pre-come, before he removed tiny Enrique from his chest and wrapped the little man around his dick with one hand, beginning to stroke his meat, long and slow.

As mad as he was at his ex-boyfriend, Tom couldn’t bare the thought of Enrique’s pretty face being pushed into the dripping wet head of this giant tyrant’s dick. “YOU BASTARD, LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT!!!” He screamed until he face was red and his throat hoarse, but his tiny voice was drowned out by Christian’s increasingly urgent cries of appreciation as the giant blew a huge load all over his new toy.

Christian wiped a gooey blob from little Enrique’s face and breathlessly thanked him for the orgasm. “I want you to lick the slit like that every time! That was awesome.” Said the giant. “Now it’s time to take care of you, little man.”

Tom watched as Enrique was placed on the ground, on his back, and Christian stepped on the tiny, come-soaked man with his bare size-thirteen foot. Tom could hear the loud, wet squishing noises as Christian rolled his little toy around under his foot, giving his new acquisition the chance to worship his master’s bare sole while soaking in hot come. Soon, Christian’s foot ceased rubbing, and a squeaky stream of happy cries could be heard from under the giant’s toes.

“You’re welcome, little man.” Christian smiled proudly. “Now let’s get you cleaned up. We’re going for a little walk.”

Christian disappeared into the bathroom with Enrique for a few minutes, and when he returned he was carrying a tiny blue draw-string sack. Tom assumed Enrique was contained in the tiny sack, and wondered where he would be hidden during the outing. He prayed he wouldn’t be worn inside the giant’s footwear. The unpleasant smell wouldn’t be nearly as unbearable as the sheer humiliation of the act.

As it turned out, Christian wasn’t sure where he wanted Tom. He stood in front of a long mirror, as if trying to decide on an outfit, and held Tom against his naked chest.

“Maybe I ought to wear you on a necklace. What do ya say, Tommy?”

“It’s Tom! And tell me how you did this to me! I don’t care what you do with Enrique any more, just let me go!”

The image of Christian purring as his cock was licked by a tiny Enrique flashed into Tom’s mind, and he pushed it away along with the ridiculous twinge of jealousy that accompanied it.

“I’m glad you’re over Enrique, Tommy, ‘cause he’s my property now. But I’m afraid you are too. I gotta admit, I didn’t think much of you at first, but you’re pretty cute when you get mad. And it always pays to have an extra slave laying around.. Maybe I should keep you tucked under my armpit, hey Tommy?”

Christian swiftly stuck Tom under his pit and admired his reflection. He choked on the boyish stench and the soft, fuzzy hairs scratched his delicate little limbs as he fought to escape.

The giant snickered, removing him. “Don’t worry, Tommy. You’ll get used to me. Not many slaves can resist a giant’s charm.” He winked condescendingly and jammed Tom’s face into the rubbery soft nipple that Enrique had tended to earlier. Tom didn’t fight this time – He was learning it was pointless. He simply allowed his face to be buried in the tender pink flesh until Christian pulled him back.

“See, there you go..” Christian said approvingly, and Tom stared up at the giant, expressionless. For an extremely odd moment, the two men studied each other in silence, staring into one another’s eyes. Christian eventually broke off from the stare, saying in a more sensible voice. “Well. Guess we should get moving.” He tucked Tom behind his belt, so that Tom‘s legs were contained inside the white waistband of Christian’s underwear. The giant threw on a grey shirt, an old denim jacket and sneakers, and left the apartment with his wallet, keys and small blue sack in his jacket pocket.

During the short walk, Tom couldn’t see or hear very much at all. He was covered first by Christian’s belt, which pinned him to the giant’s waistline, then by the grey cotton t-shirt. The masculine aroma of Christian’s groin rose from his briefs and kept Tom company throughout the trip, especially towards the end when things started to get a little warm and sweaty.

Despite all Tom’s resentment towards the giant, he couldn’t honestly say he disliked the smell. The truth was that it had been ages since he had known that intimate, manly scent from being with Enrique. Even before the cheating had begun – Long before, in fact – Enrique had lost his sexual vigour and turned to dead weight in bed. Tom had been dissatisfied for months, which was largely why he was so struck with jealousy when he had heard his ex going mad with lust at the feet of another man.

It was ironic, actually. Tom was secretly enjoying the closeness to the giant’s bare skin (although he could never admit it to himself consciously) while Christian was the very reason Tom had been so lonely and sexually frustrated lately. He marvelled at the strangeness of the human psyche until they got home, and Christian wordlessly placed Tom inside a soft leather box (no doubt his camera case) on top of his night-table, and the giant went over to his computer desk, lost his sneakers and jeans and spent the next few hours in front of the screen, sitting in his shirt and white cotton briefs.

Tom watched on quietly as Christian browsed through some images that were too distant to make out. Soon Christian leaned back in his chair, perched his feet on the desk and pulled his dick out once again, tugging it rhythmically until he was satisfied. Tom turned away at this point, curled up, and went to sleep.

* * *

Early the following afternoon, Tom was scooped out of his fresh-smelling leather case and dumped on a small, round wooden table in the middle of the kitchen. Sunshine filled the room and pure blue sky was pictured in every window frame. Christian, wearing a trim leather jacket, yesterday’s boots and his hair wetly styled, sat down at the table as he placed a heavy glass next to a cold bottle of beer on the tabletop.

“I’m going out this evening, Squirt. I just wanted you and me to have some one-on-one time.” He said in a friendly tone.

Tom looked back sullenly, without answering.

“Want a drink? Christian raised an eyebrow as he cracked the bottle lid.

"I don’t really dr- Hey! Put me down!” Christian’s fingers released Tom and the empty glass rattled on the tabletop as Tom landed inside. Smiling, the giant promptly lifted the bottle and poured his glass full of chilled, fizzing beer.

With every inch of his skin burning horribly, Tom fought to the drink’s surface, choking on pleas for mercy.

Christian looked delighted to see the little man begging. He raised the glass to his lips and drained it, letting Tom fall clumsily onto the giant’s nose, then drop back into the empty glass before it was put down.

“Please don’t do that again, Christian! I’m begging you!!” Tom pleaded shamelessly, his teeth chattering.

Christian laughed and shook his head, with a confusing expression of mixed cruelty of adoration on his face. “Oh, man, I love it when they beg!”

The giant’s infuriating attitude brought back all of Tom’s anger and hatred, and the tiny man exploded at his captor. “Why do you have to be such a prick! What did I ever do to deserve this! Why??”

Christian’s answer was simple. “I’m a sadist, little dude. Seeing you beg like a bitch gets me off, and I have the power to make cuties like you tiny, so you don’t have a choice but to like it. Anyway, don’t tell me you don’t like being my helpless little slave, not even a bit..”

Tom didn’t think Christian cared whether what he was saying was true or not, but as it happened, Tom was struggling with some confusing feelings towards the giant. He opted to change the subject before he could be found out.

“You sure have a lot of money for expensive furniture and fancy haircuts for a guy who spends all his time jerking off and stealing other people’s boyfriends.” Tom said coldly, sweeping his soaking fringe out of his face.

That devious grin re-appeared on Christian’s face. “Well, I’m a smart businessman, little guy. I have a talent for getting my hands on very valuable objects and selling them to rich collectors.”

At that moment, a thought occurred to Tom. “Christian, where’s Enrique? …Hey! Tell me where he is! Now!”

Christian’s smile never waned. “What’s the matter, Tommy? I thought you’d love to be my new and only little slave. With Enrique out of the way, all your fantasies about me can come true.. Come on, don’t tell me you weren’t even a little bit jealous, watching your ex worship my huge, hot body.”

Tom felt the strongest cocktail of hatred for the narcissistic giant, pity for his dopey ex who had gotten himself shrunk and sold to some anonymous creep.. and excitement. He fought the latter emotion, focusing on his dislike of Christian.

“Come on, Tommy.. You know you love me. You love everything about me.. Just give in and admit it.. Surrender..”

Tom was slowly being lifted towards Christian’s lips.

“No! Get away from me, you pig!” He thrashed in the giant’s palms, but was powerless when Christian’s huge tongue appeared and began slurping his body all over. “No! No, please!!” Tom fought and fought, but it was a losing battle. He knew that the jealousy he felt when he had watched Christian and Enrique together was secretly a desire for the cruel giant’s naked body rather than his ex, and he knew that as much as he hated Christian, deep down he had a raging love for the sadistic young man and longed to belong to him forever.

By the time Christian stopped licking and started to smother Tom’s little body in hot kisses, the shrunken man had become limp and passive.

Soon Christian stopped, and smiled down at the broken-in man who was now crouching and showering the palms of his giant hands with fervent little kisses.

“Say it, Tommy.” Demanded Christian.

“I love you, Master!” Tommy admitted frantically.

Finally content, Christian unzipped his fly, stuffed his crotch with his new slave’s tiny form, zipped up and left the apartment.