Christian II

The room was silent aside for the low rasp of rainfall coming in through an open window, and the odd flick of a page from Christian's book. Christian lay, slouched against pillows, pajama-pantsed legs stretched across the bed and a book in his hands, propped just below his chest. The lamplight illuminated his youthful features in its glow: His full lips, prominent jaw, soft cheeks, dimpled chin and serious, furrowed brow. He laid back, ankles crossed, reading and having the bottoms of his feet massaged by his new miniaturised pet, Tommy.

Tommy rubbed and kneaded the tall, tan soles of his gorgeous boyfriend with the same enthusiasm he'd had when he started this privileged task an hour ago. In the past few weeks, Tommy had fallen in love with every part of his giant king. This included an obsession with the big man's smooth, oh-so-fragrant feet. He remembered in the beginning, when he had resented Christian for shrinking him against his will and foolishly tried to resist the giant's charm. Christian would kick off his Nikes after a good workout and sit in a chair with his sweaty feet heaped on top of Tommy. Tommy would grunt and squirm, trying to ignore the growing hardness between his legs. And Christian would peer at the cute little face wedged between his toes. "Don't try to resist me, Tommy. You love my feet. They're the most beautiful things you've ever seen." He would say with a patient smile. Soon enough, he didn't have to force Tommy any more. Every night before bed Christian would plop his bare feet in front of Tommy, say the magic words: "Make me happy", and Tommy would go crazy worshipping his boyfriend's soles while Christian ate, read or watched TV. If his owner nodded off while enjoying his massage tonight, Tommy would gladly go on servicing the handsome feet till morning.

Christian set his book down and reached for his little boyfriend, sighing relaxedly. "Nice job, little man. Let's see what else you can do with those hands." Tommy had noticed the long, diagonal bulge on Christian's crotch a while ago. Now he was filled with excitement as the pants were pulled down. the underwear slid back and that beautiful white tower of flesh rose above him - the icon of his dreams. At once his arms were around it, heaving up and down, and he was rubbing his face against the burning-hot flesh in feverish worship.

The first time he had seen that monster dick up-close and erect, he'd been intimidated. Christian and Tommy were taking a quiet bath together, Christian lying on his back with Tommy perched on his belly. Judging by Christian's slender build, it was hard to believe just how generously endowed he was. The thing had risen out of the water like a dripping lake monster and towered over Tommy. The size of it put little Tommy to shame, frightened him, and turned him on simultaneously. But by now he was much more familiar with Christian's prize, and saw it as his purpose in life to make sure it was never left uncared for.

The jerking sound effects were becoming wetter and quicker as Tommy's arms slid over his boyfriend's now slippery cock. Christian's neck arched on the pillow, his dark lashes squeezed shut and he panted like an olympic runner as hot come rained down on his belly and all over Tommy. Not that the little guy minded. He was always naked these days anyway, which pleased his master. Christian would often absent-mindedly finger Tommy's tiny package, knocking it back and forth as he daydreamed in bed.

The mess on Christian's belly was wiped up, to Tommy's disappointment, and Christian scooped the little guy up in his hand before giving his sticky little body a good tongue-bathing. This was Heaven for Tommy - His boyfriend had the biggest, softest, most flexible tongue in the world. But Christian had another reward for his pet. Next, he laid Tommy in his palm and rubbed his puffy lips all over the little man. Tommy's cock throbbed under the brush of the pillow-like lips. Christian drowned his tiny boyfriend in soft-lipped mouthings, firm smooches and his giant, wagging tongue until Tommy had an agonising, blissful, howling orgasm right in the palm of his hand.

Pampered and licked clean, Tommy drifted off to a serene sleep, lying face-down on his boyfriend's warm chest...

Morning woke the man gently. Tommy stretched out his arms and legs and let his hand come to rest on the perky bump of Christian's nipple. He felt like he'd slept all night on the soft clouds of Heaven and now got to wake up to his very own paradise, with the beautiful face of his god above him.

Christian felt like blowing a load.

He picked Tommy up between his fingers, kicked off his pants and undies and, wordlessly, began running his little boyfriend's face all over his giant, taut stomach. The tickling sensation sent tingles through Christian, all the way to his cock, and Tommy was more than happy to let the big guy take control. In Christian's hand, Tommy's face traced the giant's velvet-like jaw; brushed over each of his nipples; stroked his soft navel; outlined the curve of one hard butt cheek after the other; delved in the musky, shallow folds between thigh and groin. After a thorough exploration of Christian's amazing body, Tommy was dropped between the giant's spread legs. As much as Christian valued his status as a top, dominant in all ways, he couldn't resist having his tight hole tickled as he yanked himself off. Tommy gave himself to the task without hesitation, inserting his head in the gaping hole and kissing the walls tenderly. Moans of encouragement came from above, as Christian went on pulling and rubbing, pulling and rubbing. Tommy licked the walls hungrily as they began to clench and unclench over his head, delivering their slimey kiss rhythmically. Finally they squeezed together, gripping Tommy's face, and Christian's excited cries were muffled to Tommy by the hot flesh of the giant's anus. Tommy could only distinguish the sharpness of the word "..fuck! ..fuck!" somewhere distant, over and over.

Christian's legs flopped down on the bed, akimbo, and Tommy slid out, onto the sheets. After catching his breath, the giant looked down at his faithful pet and smiled his breath-taking lopsided smile through a mop of morning hair. "You know what I'm gonna do with you now, Tommy?" He challenged the little to guess. Tommy's heart started to pound. He loved it when his master did this. Ever since he had totally surrendered to Christian, it was taking bigger and bigger tests of devotion as a slave to get Tommy really excited. and the cruel-humoured giant sure knew how to keep him on his toes.

"I'm going to pick you up.." Tommy hung onto Christian's every word, wide-eyed. "Take you into the bathroom.. Drop you in the toilet bowl.. And piss, all over you." Tommy could barely contain himself. Shivers of nervousness and anticipation ran all over him, and he went mad kissing Christian's damp palm as soon as he was in it. He really had learned to love his owner's mean streak, and no matter how insatiable his thirst for more became, Christian could always deliver.

The giant strutted into the bathroom, naked, and did just as he had promised. The cold toilet water stole Tommy's breath for just a second before his master's warm, fruity wine was streaming in on top of him, immersing him in the very essence of the man he loved. Tommy closed his eyes, and didn't mind when the stench burned his nose. It felt amazing.

The rest of the day passed as usual. After their shower together, Christian went out to buy some groceries. While he was gone Tommy busied himself with a pair of his master's designer boots that needed polishing. It was a back-breaking job, but he loved to see the leather gleam, and when Christian arrived home the appreciative wink and smile he gave overjoyed Tommy beyond compare. The afternoon was spent taking photographs. Christian loved snapping shots of his little pet, either eating food from the palm of his giant hand or bowing down to kiss his big toe. Later Christian would always upload the photos to a collection he had accumulated on his favourite special interest website. Tommy was unsure about this at first, but Christian assured him that Coiled Fist was full of similar montages, and nobody would suspect their pictures of being authentic. Tommy was his little secret, and his alone.

This brought another question to mind: How did Christian manage to shrink Tommy down? Was it science? Magic? Did anyone else have this unbelievable ability? But Tommy wouldn't ask. Any time he did, he would get the same unserious answers: "I'm an alien; I'm a warlock; I'm pretty sure you were like that when I found you." Behind Christian's jokes, he was determined to keep his secret. The last time Tommy had asked, he had been flicked in the face playfully to shut him up. But Christian had forgotten his own strength, and Tommy's nose had streamed with blood, his eyes with suprised and hurt tears. As soon as he realised his mistake, Christian clasped Tommy to his lips, cradling him while he cooed and whispered in his ears. "...my sweet little guy ...would never hurt you." He dabbed Tommy's sore face against his soft bottom lip and licked the blood and tears away until Tommy was better. Tommy was pretty sure that at that moment, huddled against his boyfriend's nurturing lips and surrounded by protective whispers, he was happier than he had ever been in his life.

* * *

Saturday night would be the night when everything was turned upside-down. The Apocalypse to Tommy's newfound Paradise.

Tommy was home alone. Christian had gone out clubbing with friends, as he often did, and it was starting to get late. Heavy rain pounded at the windows from outside while Tommy sat in the middle of the bed, untangling long, glossy hairs from his boyfriend's hairbrush. He doted over each soft hair, placing it on the bed next to him with reverence while enjoying the familiar scent of Christian's thick locks.

He was also trying to remember, without panicking, if Christian had ever stayed out this late before without calling and leaving a message on the machine to let his little guy know where he was. That was when the front door slammed open, startling Tommy, and two loud men's voices could be heard in the kitchen. One was Christian's, slurring badly. The other intoxicated voice sounded deeper, though younger. "No.." Tommy murmured, staring at the doorway.

Just then, Christian came swaggering in, calling over his shoulder. "Why don't you pour us a couple of drinks, George. I'll be right out." His glassy eyes met with Tommy's, and he shrugged sarcastically. "Whassamatter, Tommy? You look sick."

"Who the hell is that out there??" Tommy demanded.

"Cute little Maltese piece of ass I picked up." Christian smiled dopily, his eyes only half open. "Oh, man. That hole is gonna be tight, I can just tell.." He slumped down on the bed, prying off his boots, and snatched Tommy up when the little guy failed to respond.

"Put me down, you pig! You're.. ouch! ..hurting me!"

"Are you jealous, my little come rag?" Christian slurred, breathing the foul stench of nicotine and pot right into Tommy's face. "You didn't think you'd get my big fat dick all to yourself, did you? He mocked.

Tommy coughed. "Let me go! You're high, and you're an asshole. How could you do this to me!!"

Christian chuckled, purposely breathing some more in his little toy's face. "Well, it was pretty easy, actually. I just snapped my fingers and George was practically lifting his legs behind his head for me. But you know better than anyone how charming I can be, don't ya Tommy?" Tommy fought, disgusted, to avoid Christian's breath the whole time, but the cruel giant had him firmly in hand. "Aww, looks like my naughty little pet needs a time-out! But don't worry, little man. You'll have a perfect view of all the action tonight. Enjoy.." And with that, Tommy was dropped into the boot he had spent hours shining only days before, and Christian left the room.

Tommy curled up on the warm insole and cried. The air in there was still humid and moist after spending hours housing Christian's foot. Solitary beads of sweat sat on the leather insole and, as ashamed as he was heartbroken, Tommy licked up the salty puddles, aching for Christian to come back and hold him, and tell him this had all just been a joke.

But when footsteps trembled the ground outside, there were two sets, and Tommy ceased his pathetic worship of the smelly boot's insole and stood on his toes to peek out. he was having terrible deja vu over the first time he'd met Christian, and was trapped in this same boot.

Outside, the two giants towered, wearing underwear only. The other man was shorter than Christian, though he was bulging with tanned muscle from his broad shoulders to his heavy biceps to his ripped calves. He was a hairy kid, with short black hair, eager brown eyes and a thick shadow around his jaw. He seemed to be dressed in skin-tight, fetish leather underwear with a dangling silver zipper and matching bands around his wrists. Christian was running his hands over the leather-clad ass, and drinking in the sight of the young hunk with a hunger that made Tommy's blood boil.

"Ohhh, this is nice." Christian said, stroking the kid's six-pack. "Flex for me." And, eager to please, George flexed one massive bicep for Tommy's boyfriend, who apparently had a knack for controlling men big and small. Christian put his lips to the bulging bicep which was on display just for him and bit down gingerly on the muscle, sucking it passionately. Tommy had to watch as Christian devoured the horny young model, muscle-by-muscle, and George behaved like a dog so overjoyed with its master's attention that it just can't wait to jump through its next hoop.

Christian's dick was out now, and seconds later George was on his knees, slobbering all over it. "Wait." Christian stopped, breathing heavy. "There's one more thing I want you to do for me before I fuck you."

"Anything!" George had a thick accent, Tommy observed, rolling his eyes.

"You look so good in all that leather, just like I knew you would." Christian grinned. "But I bet you'd look even better with one more addition... I want you to wear my boots."

"Of course!" George leapt towards Christian's discarded boots, and Tommy's heart stopped. He understood that Christian had made the request knowing that Tommy was occupying one of the boots and would be pressed up against the bare sole of a strange man while the guy had sex with Tommy's boyfriend. How Christian could be so astonishingly heartless was too much for him to fathom.

Within seconds, George's eager young face was in view and his beefy foot was being jammed into the boot. Tommy bit down on the pointless urge to scream as he was sandwiched between the slick insole, which still smelled of Christian, and the great big foot of George, Christian's fresh meat. George modelled the boots for Christian, who was in bliss with the sadisitc knowledge of what his poor, dominated little man was going through right now. He tore George's zipper down and pushed him onto the bed. All Tommy could do now was listen, his mouth smothered by foot, as his giant lover made George scream for more outside. The boot quickly filled with sweat and the hot stench of George's feet, which was full-bodied and spicey, like baking bread.

His tears of defeat mixing with George's oily sweat, Tommy marvelled at Christian's manipulation. He'd wanted a little toy to tease and dominate, and he'd gotten it. Then, he'd wanted Tommy to fall in love with him so he'd have a more praising and devoted little worshipper, and he'd achieved that too. Now, Christian wanted to break him down even further, to feed his own sexual appetite for cruelty, and he was certainly going to achieve this. Tommy realised for the first time that he had absolutely no control over his own status - If Christian wanted him to be humiliated, he would be. If Christian wanted him to be in love, he didn't stand a chance against the beautiful giant. He was officially giving up.

Tommy passed out from the heat inside the boot with one thought lingering in his head: From now on, who he was, what he did and what he felt laid entirely in the giant, powerful hands of Christian...

Hours later, Tommy awoke to Christian's fingers snapping over him. "Hey. Tommy. Hey!" The little man sat up on the now dry insole, and saw his giant standing over the boot, his hair a mess. The room was still dark. Tommy wondered, with hope, if George had opted not to stay the night and gone home already. "Aww, don't look so deflated, little man. You know you like it when I'm mean to ya, and I've gotta try something new every now and then - I'm one horny sonofabitch." Christian snickered at his joke as if everything was perfectly normal, and Tommy doted sadly over how perfect the giant's smile was - Even Christian's ignorance was beautiful. But then Christian's snicker turned into a fit of laughter. "Hey! George! Not between my toes - It tickles!" This struck Tommy as odd. He couldn't see George anywhere, though the fact that the other man was touching Christian's godly feet pricked his jealousy. "Oh, sorry Tommy, I forgot to mention.. I couldn't find my other boot in the dark and George really loves the smell of my feet, so you're gonna have a room-mate just for tonight."

Christian bent down and dropped a tiny man, only slightly shorter than Tommy, into the boot before returning to his own bed. The littles stared intensely at each other for minutes, George's hard-on still raging between his legs.