This was a day like any other day, Mike woke up, as the light went on in his cell. He then went about doing his personal hygiene, and taking a shit. This would be a day like any other day if Mike was not sentenced to life in a micro-detention facility that is. All that Mike had was his bed, a toilette, a shower, and his Books in his cell. The books he got from anonymous people who gave them upon the detention facility. Mike used to study literature on the university. That is before he got arrested and charged with murder, two weeks after his twentieth birthday. Mike simply got caught up in a fight, on a Saturday night, in which he murdered three men who tried to rob him, after he left a disco. Mike some how manage to get a hold of the pistol, and the rest is history. Mike regrets his act, acknowledged the fact that he went too far, but he cannot change the past.

All at once Mike could hear how the door to his cell opened up. The door was electrically driven, and all of the cell-doors opened up automatically.
“All inmates. Attention all inmates, time to wake up, and stand in the door way!” is what Mike heard, from a small speaker inside of the wall of his cell. This was a procedure happened every morning, if it really was morning that is, then the inmates hadn't any window in there cells. Mike slowly got up and positioned himself in the door way.

The only thing that the inmates could do was watch as the team of giant guards, which consisted of four men. Three of them were over fifty one with a gray mustache and the other two had beards, and the other one was a thirty year old Hispanic. They would go by searching for anything that was not supposed to be there. A few cells appeared to be empty, or maybe the inmate was not able to get up out of bed, because he was sick.
When this happened the guard would simply shut the door on the cell and remove it from the wall, and install it in a rolling wagon, which they brought with them every morning. Nothing was ever said, communication with inmates was forbidden. This was normal, then this was a daily routine.

Looking out at the other side of the wall which had about fifty cells with inmates on it, Mike could see how huge the room appeared. Looking down he noticed at his shrunken hight, how the floor seemed to be a least 10 stories deep. Mike witnessed at times, how other detainees attempted to commit suicide by jumping, only to be badly hurt if they did not die immediately.
Once the Hispanic guard accidentally stepped on one, because he did not notice that he had fallen out of his cell, after which all guards all laughed openly in unison about it, during which the Hispanic guard arbitrarily took a handkerchief out of his pocket, and wiped the rest of the body from the floor, and his shoe, stuffing it all in the empty cell and putting it in the wagon.
After they were finished with the inspection, all the inmates could hear how they laughed out loud about it, while making comments and jokes in the hallway outside of the room as they went away with the wagon.


This would have been a day like any other day, hadn't one of guards pushed Mike in his cell and shut the door on it. Mike could see the light go out in his cell. This happened when his cell was getting disconnected from the wall, and and Mike could feel how was getting placed in the wagon, as it was shaken from being transported, as he lost his balance, and fell on the floor.
Okay another lender, Mike thought to himself, thinking about the last one, which he was forced to spend a few days with.
It was a woman around fifty years of age. She claimed to be a lawyer, who used Mike one weekend long for her boring discussions about her past. Mike had the impression that she was nothing other than an old widow, who had a rich old husband. Mike could not forget about how she even forced him to have sex with her two or three times, and how it just about killed him, how she almost suffocating him to death, as she miss-used Mike mistaking him for a dildo. She said that she was disappointed with Mike, because Mike could not have an orgasm with her. She accused Mike of being a homosexual. He was just not into sex with giant women.
Mike has not seen her since then, thank God! But there were so many of them, the lenders that is, too many in the past five year. Men and women, people who were lonely, curious, or wanted to use him for a project, or a gift for a child...People who like to have people as pets. Maybe it did not even matter if he survived the next one or not, he thought to himself. Mike listened to the guards talk about life, talk about their job, and everything, but none of this was really interesting to him, he wondered what it would be like being held as a pet by one of the guards, helping their children with the homework, or being able to watch TV again. Unfortunately he knew them all too well already and knew how malicious they could be. Mike was sad, knowing that which each lending, a piece of himself, his soul, was also sold, and could feel how he was becoming emotionally numb.

The inmates that were taken this time, all together they were 6, and were brought and placed on a table in another room.
This was a table with tiny chairs on it, the chairs were place in a row, behind each chair the detention cell in which the detainee was being held, with their number written on it.
Nobody ever used their names, and none of the inmates even knew each other either.
The inmates were told to sit down and be quiet. Three of the guards left the room after the the facility manager came in.

The facility manager with his with his shirt and tie, his gray mustache, and pot belly. One could see how elegantly he walked and spoke to the guard, telling him to wait at the door. He was apparently demonstratively flamboyant, and gay. The facility manager sat down at the table, folded his hands on top of each other, in a rather bored fashion, right in front of the inmates. One could see the the small golden rings he had worn most of his fat fingers. He then layed his chubby face on top of his hands, letting all six inmates look right at his huge face, the smile under his gray mustache, his bright blue eyes. He let out another sigh, as he studies each and every one of his inmates, with the look of child in a candy store upon his face.
The breathe of his sigh, which the inmate could smell, smelled of coffee, of breakfast eggs, and tobacco. The facility manager stared at his inmates a couple of minutes before he spoke.

“What a beautiful morning! Handsome little dolls we have here this time!!! (giggling)
You all here have been picked out, because I've enrolled you all in rolled in the L.a.H. Program. We'll be having some lenders who will be visiting us shortly, and I expect good behavior from each and every one of you. I expect a good price, or you will be punished.
And I can only imagine that none of you want to be hung by your feet over a toilette, that is permanently being flushed. Or am I wrong?” The facility manage asked with a evil smirk on his face, as he reached over to the last inmate on the right, picking him up right off of his chair staring down at him for a minute in his hand smiling, stroking his finely cut mustache, as he rolls his tongue around his upper and lower lips, with his other hand deep in his pocket obviously stroking his dick. He then left the room with him, he then left the room without say anything else.
This was unfortunately normal, and Mike was happy that the facility manager never took him.
Not yet at least... Sometimes the inmate taken from the facility manager, was never seen again.
And a new inmate would be put in the cell within a week...

Nobody ever said anything, and the guard just simply took the chair and detention cell away, as if nothing ever happened. Five of them were left on the table. The guard himself, placed his left and his right hand down next the chairs, and looked down upon the inmates, maliciously smiling underneath his gray beard.
The inmate who sat next to Mike, a rather muscular black man, dared to stand up and started say something pointing his finger up at the giant guard, obviously a new, Mike thought to himself. “Well now. Cute little nigger. Want to be a tough guy?” The guard said as he pushed him back down in his chair and held him there with his pointer finger a few seconds. The other hand was already on his crotch, which had already created a huge bulge in his tight pants. As he lifted his finger back up, the chair fell backward, and the guard laughed. The inmates could make out a wet spot left from the pre-cum on the guards pants where his thumbs had been massaging the head his best piece.
“Now put the damned chair back, sit down and shut the fuck up! There's nothing I'd rather do right now than squash your little ass! And if nobody wants to take you with them today...I guess I'd feel more than obliged, my toes need a good cleaning...That goes for all of you!” The guard whispered as he brought his huge face close to the inmate sitting next to Mike licking his tiny black face.
This time with out laughing, but still with an amused look upon his face, while pounding his thick fleshy pointer finger on the table top in front of the inmates.
He then turned around and went to the door and waited, stroking his beard all the while.

The five of them sat there waiting to see who was to come. What was to come.

It did not take too long until the facility manager had walked back in with an older woman, who was dressed up finely, fresh from the hair dresser, manicured and God only knows where else. Obviously a rich old widow.
“Oh how adorable they all are! I just don't know which to choose from.” She said holding her old delicate hands together pressing them on her left cheek, while looking down at the five shrunken men.
“Take your time darling, they are all wanting to go home with you.” facility manager replied rolling his eyes, while studying his fingernails showing how bored he had become.
“Oh can I pick up the first on he looks so cute! Just like my Stanley did...God bless his soul!” she said
“You heard her number one, stand up!” the manager said sternly shaking his hands at him.
The first inmate stood up, and gave into his fate, and the old lady carefully lifted him from the table.

“Now he practically does not weigh anything, but at least I can feel something between my fingers.” She said, as all three giants began to laugh. “Oh well now I think I'll try him out this time.” She said as she placed him back on the table. The inmate then got into his cell, and the facility manager then took it and the old lady away.

About 10 minutes later a younger business man, dressed up in a suit and tie, came in with the facility manager.
“I am wanting to find a new toy for my 9 year old daughter. What do you have for me. I've already bought two women from you last year, one of them died accidentally...though..., after my daughter ah...” the man said turning red, as the facility manager broke him off in the middle of his sentence.
“Oh that doesn't matter, after you buy one of these convicts, he, or she, I mean ah...it belongs to you. Now we cannot give you your money back, but I am sure we've got enough girls to choose from if you want to take another female doll home with you....anyway...All of these being here gave up their rights to exist anyway after they decided commit crimes, and be criminals. Don't worry about an thing, we are happy to have such true customer like you! So come on and take the third one. He's safe, trust me, he's a big wimp. He likes to wear womens clothes, and has no problem with children. Now don't you you little pussy?!” the facility manager asked, while getting closer with his face on the third inmate. “Yes sir!” is all that the inmate could reply, as he started to sob and crying.
“Okay, I'll take him! But first I want him to get naked for me, maybe me and my wife want a little action in the bedroom too. Now, now little stud you need to stop crying or I'll give you something to cry about.” The man said as he reached down picked the man up, easily tearing off his prison clothes. “WOW! Not a bad cock! And look he is getting a hard on too!
I think he likes me! SOLD!!! Pack him up and I'll take him home! And this time give me some more of those velcro straps, I want to tie him up to keep him from moving and squirming around too much, in the box, before my daughter opens it up.” The man said handing him over to the facility manager, who was enjoying every minute of the show. As soon as the facility manager got him in his hands he was playing with the shrunken man's cock, with pointer finger as he left the room with the younger business man.

After they left the guard approached the table and reached down and picked up shrunken black man, and brought up to his face with a nasty look on his face.

“Looks like nobody likes your ass, monkey boy!
Well you know what I think that I might just keep you for myself, we got too may black up in our cell anyways, other than that...I could use a new little dick-tease like you! I think you need it too!”
He said softly. The shrunken inmate in his grasp could only smell his warm stinky breathe, and see his bad teeth, wet lips and the gray beard talking at him.

“Fuck you you perverted mutherfucka! I ain't your toy. You can't do whatever you want with me!”
The inmate yelled at the top of his lungs, wiggling around in his hand.

At the same time another guard one with a gray mustache came in and was watching it all over his shoulder, smiling while placing his hand on his shoulder.

“ Look! I think it's time you to take a break. Here take these velcro straps, tie him, up and put him in your locker. He needs to be show who's the master! And I want to watch, you can come to my place after work, around 8 p.m. I already got a fridge full of beer, lets have some fun with this one! And don't worry...I did not see a thing!” the other guard said handing over the velcro straps.

The shrunken black man was tied up, in front two inmates left on the table. Both the guards giggle, as they watched the man try and wiggle his way out, but the vecro straps were especially made to detain the inmates, and the guards were well trained, and knew exactly how to tie up a shrunken man, without hurting him.
The guard, with the gray beard, opened up his pants, held his cock in front of the Mike, and waved it at him until it got hard. “You'd probably like this too five-twenty one, after I'm done with him...your next!” he said looking directly at Mike, as he held the black man against his cock, taking yet another vecro strap and strapping the already bound man to his cock, and carefully packing it all up in his pants again. Mike did get strangely aroused, but he kept his mouth shut.
He then left the room, the other guard was already waiting at the door.

Then there where two.

The next man came in with the facility manager. He was older, had a thick gray beard, a pot-belly wearing a blue button up shirt with a collar, resembling Karl Marx, in a strange way.

“Now this is what we have left sir Professor Donnerstag. Healthy and under 30 years of age,just like you wanted. I hope we have what you're looking for this time sir.” the facility manager said.

The older man said nothing, and sat down at the table looking for a couple of minutes, down the two shrunken men, while running his fingers through his beard.
He then took a magnifying glass out of his brief-case, and use it to look into the the cells where the inmates were being housed.

“OH...I see that five-twenty one has a large number of books in his cell. He obviously fancies a good read. I'll rent this one out, for a few days. And if I can use him, I'll buy him.” is all he replied, smiling down at Mike. Mike looked up at his older face, the gray beard, the deep brown eyes, and the hairy hands he had.
Mike was confused, not knowing what was to become of this. Mike stood up and went and his cell, the door closed, and as he left, he saw in the hallway another lonely older person, who the facility manager greeted, and brought into the room.


Johnny Donnerstag is the name his parents from Germany gave him. His communist parents, who immigrated right before the second world war broke out, to escape from the Nazi government back in 1935. Johnny Donnerstag the son of a librarian, and a doctor. With 16 he was already studying on the university, with 23 his had his first wife, and with 45 he was a widow. They never had any children, and he never brought it over his heart to marry any other woman, even-though there were enough women who was after him, because of his high position one the university.
Johnny had just about successfully done everything he wanted in this life, the only thing he had left to master was his loneliness.

After he got home with the paper box, with the shrunken man in it, he took it in his office, and opened it up. His reached in and carefully lifted the man out, feeling him again in his hands, the bound-up warm body which he was staring at bewildered, he found himself trying to understand this new emotion that was brought over his heart. Wondering why he was getting aroused again, fighting against the primitive thoughts of masochism, thoughts that he did not want to have, none the less they were there!
He then layed the shrunken man on a small pillow on his desk, and carefully took the velcro straps off of his naked body. The man was still under narcoses.
He was not too sure what was to come of this, but as he put his glasses he found himself gazing upon the shrunken man, then he could see what a nice little body he had, he could tell how he was not wanting to look away. He noticed how the little man automatically snuggled up on the pillow.
How his hand was already in his pocket ejaculating himself.
Johnny then quickly pulled out a unused handkerchief out of the desk drawer and placed it on top of the man and watched how it was immediately used by him as a blanket, and could hear how he began snored. Johnny smiled as he looked down upon the shrunken man, and thought about how his wife used to snore, and did not feel so lonesome anymore.
He then went into the bathroom and jerked himself off, and took a shower. After getting slipping into a bathrobe, he went into the kitchen and pored himself a glass of milk, grabbed some paperwork, took with it all back into his office, and went to work. Occasionally petting his shrunken man every time he started snoring too loud, softly saying “SSSHHH....quiet down now everything will be alright....”,and it brought him some feeling of happiness seeing how he stopped snoring.

Each time Mike got transported, he was put to sleep. This time as Mike woke-up he was in a dark room on a small pillow all snuggled up in a cloth of some kind, he hadn't any clothes on.
Looking around he could tell that he was on an old desk-top which smell like oak, and he could hear the sound of typing on a keyboard in the background. After rolling on the other side of the pillow, he could see the older man, this time with his glasses on, and he noticed how the glassed seemed to be sitting there on top of his the thick gray beard, because they were barely hanging from the tip of his nose. He was typing away with one hand, looking, paging through a small pile of papers with the other. Mike noticed that he was wearing just a bathrobe, seeing an enormous amount of hair that that seemed to spring out of his chest.

Mike sat up, and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. The old man stopped working, after he saw how his little man started moving around, and pushed the lab top forwards on the huge desk top.
He then pulled the small pillow over, on which Mike was sitting, to the spot where the lab top was. Looking right down at Mike for a few seconds smiling, admiring his shrunken man, thing about what he was going to say.
“Now your awake at last, the prison personnel did not mention to me that you would sleep so long! Well anyways, My name is Johnny, and you are?”
Mike was flabbergasted. Never before had a giant ever asked him what his name was.
Mike also noticed how the older man's deep voice turned him on in a strange way.
“Now now don't be so shy...come on now, tell me your name. You do have a name don't you?” Johnny asked.
“ME??? My name is Mike.” Mike answered, a bit confused.
“You've got to speak up, young man, you are smaller and I am older you know...” Johnny said grinning.
“Mike!” Mike said loudly.

“Now that's more like it!! Look I saw that you had many books in your cell. I myself used to be a professor for American literature, but I still help out the university, when I can, and need help correcting dissertations. If you can give me a hand, well ah...I mean four eyes are better than two, then I could offer you a new home, here with me...if you'd like. What do you say?” The older man asked.

Mike just raised up his arms, and the older man gently reached down and grabbed him with a pleased look on his face. He then placed him in the breast pocket of his bathrobe, the older man liked the feeling of holding tiny human in his hands, thinking to himself how he would be able to get used to it. Feeling the power he had, the responsibility!
Mike felt the warmth of his body, on his back, but was able to read with the older man everything that he was reading, at the same time, and actually did find some mistakes, and was able to make comments too. The older man was more than pleased.

Mike finally told him that he had a masters in literature, he told him everything about his past.
On the next day Johnny called up the detention facility and made arrangements to buy Mike.

The older did man enjoyed bathing Mike, eating together with him, and discussing literature with him.
What he did not share with Mike was his hidden desire to lick him all over, to feel him tumbling around on his hairy chest, or to make Mike play with his cock. He even fantasized with eating Mike, but he knew that he would never bring it over his heart to harm him in any real way.
He then showed Mike his private library.



Mike was happy to finally be able to read everything from E. Hemingway, and how he was able to find all kinds of other unknown Authors. Mike was in utopia! This went on for months, until one day, as the older man was watching his tiny man naked crawling along a huge page reading, as he himself was pretending to read the newspaper, felt something strange. He got aroused, but this time instead of getting up, leaving the room, and jerking off in the next room, and lying to Mike, he reached over started to gently rub Mike's back. He then lowered his face down, and started giving Mike tiny kisses on his back and ass. Mike was shocked, and literally froze in place, feeling the warmth of the lips, feeling the beard, smelling the hot breathe, feeling the coldness from the wet saliva, but at the same time know that he was waiting the whole time for this to happen. Wanting this to happen!
“You know what Mike. We could have a little fun...but only if you wanted too?” Johnny whispered breathing over Mike's back, planting even more little tiny kisses from his ass down to his feet like sweet soft warm bombs of pleasure.

Mike rolled around on his butt, and looked up at his old Johnny, but this time everything was different. Mike had his dick in his tiny hand, and it was harder than a cement hammer!
Mike himself was feeling the heat of Johnny's warm breathe, the warmth of the lips. Mike found himself looking, up at his nose, getting lost in the old man's deep brown eyes, and the deep educated voice.
“Come on now Johnny, we both want this! Take me with you to bed! We've got to finish this, or we both might just explode at some time!” Mike yelled up at him with a voice filled with passion. And Johnny snatched him right up and went off, not having to be told twice!

After they got there, he placed Mike on his bed and took off his clothes, and stood there for a second and looked down at Mike.
Mike was standing there on the bed looking up at this older magnificent giant man, seeing the hairy chest, his pot-belly, seeing how his rather long beard reached down between his tits. Johnny's cock was not the biggest in the world, but it was just about as long a Mike. 5 ½ inches.
Johnny climbed on the bed on his knees, looking down at Mike, and Mike did not have to be told what to do, he was already playing with his balls. The older man could feel how Mike was working his balls, holding his hard cock in his hand. Stroking his beard with the other, forcing his fingers in his mouth.
He then picked up Mike, and kissed him, and smiled.
“Mike I really like you. Do you understand me young man?” Johnny asked
“I really like you too sir! Please don't stop sir! Don't talk too much.” Mike begged of him.
Johnny then layed on the bed on his stomach, placing Mike on his pillow, kissing him even more. Mike enjoyed it. The gray beard, the lips, the way the giant was giggling with his deep older voice.
Johnny never felt this kind of extacy before, this amount of excitement. It was like chocolate after a long long diet! Johnny started licking him in his face, forcing his saliva in Mike's mouth.
Mike tried to spit it out, tried to fight of his tongue with his hand, but it was useless, Johnny was too mighty, to huge too strong! Mike started coughing, Johnny tasted his puke, this made him even more horny, that is when Johnny rubbed his working his tongue downwards to Mike's feet, slowly taking his feet in his mouth, slowly sucking on them, sucking his legs in his mouth, feeling the power, thinking how weak Mike really was, know he could eat him, or kill him. Johnny was the first time in his life lost in amusement!
Mike found himself up to the middle of his chest in Johnny's mouth, with his arms pushing his long mustache out of his face, looking up in his nose. Hearing how Johnny moaned, feeling his tongue, moving all over his lower body, smelling/feeling the air, like a hard hot wind coming out of his nose. Mike could feel Johnny's moans of pleasure throughout his body, feel how lightly his teeth tested the density of his body. The teeth which he quickly carefully brought back up, not wanting bite down. Mike was scared, and fascinated, and all of this was extremely exciting at the same time.

Johnny sat up on the bed, with Mike in his mouth, gently massaging his cock with his pre-cum, loving how Mike was kicking around in his mouth.
Johnny took Mike out, and looked at him in his hand, with a worried look of concern in his eyes, and asked “Are you alright young man, am I hurting you?”
“No, no please don't stop sir! Stop talking so goddamned much!! I've never felt so fine my entire life! I trust you sir!” Mike said loudly as he came shooting his tiny wad all over himself.
The older man laughed. “Now, that was unexpected! Hope your ready, because now it's my turn you little handsome stud!” Johnny said stuffing Mike in his mouth this time head first with his legs hanging out, closing his lips together tight, feeling Mike wiggle, his legs kick against his chin, hearing/feeling him scream, as he jerked himself the rest of the way off. Rediscovering the definition of pleasure. Mike was scared this time as he was suffocating, but at least he had another orgasm, feeling the hot saliva, smelling the smell of spit, the smells of sex.

“Now you seemed to have enjoyed it a second time you cute little teddy bear!” Johnny said as the both layed in bed, and took a nap together. The old man's face on the one side of the pillow, and Mike on the other, which was being snuggled up to the old man bearded face.
The beard in which Mike was snuggled up in...
This went on almost everyday, and is still going on, and on and on, even if it started about 10 years ago....
And this was not just a day like any other day...ever again.