Stan stood his ground, suddenly unafraid. "Stop it Mark!" With a quick hop he had the metal rod in his hands, and with almost Herculean effort he brought it crashing down on top of his brother's bell end. In any other circumstance it would have been a critical blow.
But instead of recoiling in pain from the attack the giant just glared with absolute rage as the rod rolled off of his member and landed somewhere on the carpet below. He would not be denied. With a lightning fast motion he had Stan in his fist again, careful not to crush the tiny human but not careful enough to make sure it was comfortable. With indifference he crawled onto and sat crosslegged on the bed. With reckless abandon he dropped his cargo on his nude lap, grunting in discomfort as Stan plopped onto the end of his shaft as it almost reached all the way back to his stomach.
Losing no time Mark grasped Stan around the waist, and began to slowly maneuver him to the tip of his cock. He showed no signs of hesitation, as if this act was one of academic concentration. "This punishment has been a long time coming little kid. You break my shit, you eat my food, you wreck all my plans when I have to stay home to babysit you, but not any longer. At least not for today. Hope you aren't claustrophobic."
The boy was completely silent, as if his life depended on it. A slick heat slowly worked its way over his toes, across the balls of his feet, his heels, coming to rest at the point just above his ankles. Despite how swollen the cock head was Stan seemed to be sliding in with practiced ease. "M-mark, what's going on?"
"Shut up." Mark whispered, shutting his eyes and savoring the sensation of an actual human being slowly imprisoned by his man meat. He had fantasized about this for so long but never thought it would be reality. The real deal left nothing wanting, but he wanted more. Carefully he applied more downward force to Stan's waist, smirking with bliss as he was rewarded after a little resistance with the tiny figure sliding into his cock all the way up to its knees. The giant loosened his grip on the boy at this point, content to let him struggle to free himself from the piss slit's vice like clench. "Ooh, squirm. Perfect."
Stan continued to attempt escape as Marks arms fell to the sides of the bed but was rewarded only with a ponderous descent into a meaty hell. As he rolled and roiled and spun in place he soon found himself sliding all the way up to his nipples in one rather quick motion. His own cock was noticeably erect along the inside of the massive phallus he was trapped within, rubbing the sensitive flesh raw. His arms hung limp in the air, held up by his position inside the shaft and the bulbous reaches of the mushroom cap around him. He dared not move lest he sink even further.
Mark was in heaven at this point. The unique shape of the intrusion into his nether regions, the warmth of the body, the very thought of a tiny human lodged in his piss slit was driving him mad. The fact that his cock was so thick that an outside observer wouldn't be able to tell that Stan was trapped inside of it, even when it was flaccid, he couldn't describe the joy it gave him. With a half crazed spasm he placed his thumb on Stan's head and gently began to press down.
"Hey what are yo-MMMMPH!" Was all the tiny boy managed to stammer out before he was muffled by the sides of Mark's cock, and sure enough, once the giant began to slowly work the writhing mass down into his penis it got to the point that apart from some throbbing and an awkward, unnatural motion in the shaft every once and a while there was no outward sign that Stan was imprisoned in the flesh. This realization completely overrode Mark's remaining sense of self control and caused him to grasp his phallus with both hands. Within seconds he had started a familiar rhythm again, this time with Stan INSIDE of his cock.
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