Brian sputters, choking on thick fluids, face pushed tightly against stubby and recently shaved flesh. It had only been a matter of hours since he signed his life away, the biggest mistake he’d ever get a chance to make. Amy had tempted him, seducing him from across the table with sultry glares and a smile that implied so much more. But, it had all been fake, an elaborate ploy to have an exotic new plaything. He feels disgusted, ashamed that he let lust blind him like this. Brian had thought that maybe, just maybe, signing himself away could be a sexy experience. After all, twenty-four-seven slave play was something people did, right? This couldn’t be all that different when it came down to it! How very wrong he was. Now only a few hours later, the newlyweds had made him downright fearful of what they had in store.

        Brian pushes against hot, scratchy skin, unable to see much in the darkness of his new owner’s panties. Amy squirms somewhat, his struggles for oxygen absolutely intoxicating to her lustful mind. This new development forces Brian out and back in, slamming him hard against her wet vulva, a low moan just barely audible from above. He feels lightheaded, dizzy from both the lack of breathable air and exertion.

        Gasping desperately at the humid atmosphere, the man turned toy fills his lungs with a tainted wind that doesn’t quite satisfy his body’s needs. Each time he sucks in air, it feels shallow and entirely unsatisfying. Suddenly, light pours in from above, hitting him like a visual flashbang and sending his senses into chaos. The elastic waistband of her panties peels away to reveal a hand, manly but maintained. Of course, Steve; the other half of this horrid equation. The giant had inflicted just as much pain to Brian as Amy had by this point, forcing a brief but totally unwanted threesome. Seeing his fingers reaching down from the harsh light causes intense, borderline irrational panic with that baggage in mind. Although, it's ultimately meaningless. After all, where could he possibly go?

        Unfortunately, running is out of the question for Brian. Trapped in such a confined space, the miniaturized man is relentlessly shoved into Amy’s moist labia. Steves hand messily and carelessly slides him around her lips and even forces his face into her pulsating clit, somehow managing to soak the small toy-sized man even further in sticky feminine fluids. Brian felt nauseous, flailing uselessly against the uncaring digit as an actual man teases his wife. He was simply the intermediary, a toy or gadget to spice up the act.

        Steve does more than simply tease Amy, however. He’s as relentless as he is brutal, moving the toy’s face from his needy wife’s clit, down towards her waiting cave. He shrieks as he’s dragged down, but he can barely even hear himself over the rapid heartbeat of his captor’s nethers.

Slick, slick, slick.

Brian thrashes, but it’s no use. His struggles only serve to excite the gods above as the cruel finger continues to push him deeper inside. Musk and pheromones envelop him entirely, Amy’s muscles periodically clamping down on both him and the digits, seemingly in unbridled excitement. Headfirst and deep within Amy, he continues to panic, clamoring hopelessly in the dark at meaty and moist walls. Already feeling lightheaded, Brian wonders if this is it, suffocating in some woman’s pussy. He can’t stop the shame as it starts to flood his thoughts.

Amy stifles another moan, a hand desperately poised over her softly panting lips. Heat pours out from her mouth, flowing between her fingers. Fuck, he just felt so incredible down there. Her whole body tingles with sensation and warmth as she takes a look around her row of seats. Perfect, most of the passengers of the plane were either wrapped up with something or asleep. Thank god, she thinks to herself, another bout of Brian’s moving causing her to squirm in her seat. Good idea picking the window seat, she reflected.

         “How is it?” A voice asks from her left. Steve, her dark-haired husband. He’d bought her this newest toy! She casts a gentle look over his features: Slender, tall, handsome. God, she wishes they could throw everything to the wind and fuck right now.

“Mmm, he’s fantastic, honey~. Really has me on edge.” Amy takes another glance around at the plane’s occupants before subtly lifting up her skater dress, ribbed knit with long sleeves, of course. Just in case the flight home got chilly. Her casual lift of the fabric was an invitation, one her husband picked up on quickly. Steve doesn’t waste any time, and she rapidly feels his hands on her bare thighs, moving upward before gracefully slipping under the band. It slides down towards the small man she has tucked away, eagerly pushing a finger roughly against his back, smearing him around her lips and clit.

        Amy gasps through the cracks of her fingers as Brian touches a particularly tender spot before slipping entirely inside. He may be small, but he’s just big enough that she can feel him stretch her out ever so slightly. It’s too much at once; she has to bite her hand just to stop her mouth from betraying her. Riding the sensation, she manages to regain composure enough to utter a weak yet vulgar reply, “God, baby… I wish that was you filling me like that right now.” She speaks in a hushed tone, trying to maintain some aspect of secrecy to their loud display of sexuality. Perhaps rather abruptly, she unclips her belt and shakily rises to her feet. “I’ll be right back, hun.”  She blows Steve a quick kiss, and he shoots her a wink back in kind, her slender face lined with foundation and flushing heavily with arousal. One foot in front of the other, she takes step after step down the aisle of the aircraft. She could care less what these random people thought of her. Amy’s mind was focused on one particular need right now. Her black boots thump loudly against the floor as she approaches the rear of the seating area.

        The plane’s dormitory opens with a click before momentarily sliding shut and locking with a heavy latch slide. Slipping the sodden panties down her legs, Amy gasps in excitement, seeing her toy drenched, disoriented, and above all else, miserable. The sight alone makes her hum and radiate with excitement.

His world is entirely rearranged at the drop of a hat. Trapped far too tightly against Amy’s lower regions to move, the disorienting motions she puts him through make him downright sick. Even as a child, he’d often found himself on the verge of vomiting after long car rides, and this was no exception. Really, it was simply a more extreme example of one, like being in one of those slingshot balls you often see at carnivals or amusement parks. Combined with the steamy and moist environment, all of those make for an absolutely miserable experience for the shrunken man. One he desperately hopes will end soon. Continuing his constant fight to breathe, he hears the click of the latch. Even in his disoriented state, he knows exactly where they are.

        Brian tries to scream as the light funnels in once again, and he’s hurled downward by gravity at a nauseating pace. His screams only cut short as he finds himself hacking out more of the foul fluid. However, the sudden burst of fresh air is refreshing, and the tiny revels in the feel of it against his hot skin. He’s so thankful to be out of the humid, swampy prison that he doesn’t even immediately realize he’s being watched.

“Oh, f-fuck, oh my god~.”

Brian’s attention is drawn by the shaky booming voice above him, wavering with lust on every syllable. A flushed Amy looks at him from high up, rubbing her clit in circles as he simply looks on in awe at her. She’s so enormous from his position down between her legs. Wordlessly, she looks right into him. Their eyes meet only momentarily before moving on to the rest of his body. He feels so, objectified by her eyes. It leaves a sense of overwhelming dread lurching out from deep in the pit of his stomach.

With the introduction of light came a fresh look at his surroundings. The very first point of interest for Brian is Amy herself. Jaw wide open, watching him from so high above. His eyes branch out, scanning his chest and feet, now thoroughly soaked in disgusting moisture. Pheromones and musk emanate from his body, a layer of slime coating everything he is and once was. He looks more closely at Amy’s panties, which now seemed more like an impromptu hammock for him at this size. Lacey and black, a combo he may have found somewhat sexy had they not directly aided in his torment. They’re also partially see-through, furthering his already peeked anxiety as he gets a scary view of the ground below. Glancing to his sides, he sees the fair-colored skin of her thighs flanking him, shaky with lust as the desire inside her grows.

        Her pupils never stray far from her body as she moves her finger outward, rubbing along the outer edges of her vulva. “I can’t believe you actually signed your life away like that.” A smirk stretches across her face, eyes narrowing in some sick sense of satisfaction. “Like really, there wasn’t even much hesitation.” She pauses for a period, reveling in the quiet shame on his face. Mmm, guess I’m just that drop-dead gorgeous, huh? Or maybe you like the abuse.” She muses as her body lurches forward in excitement. The thought of owning another person and using them like this was all so taboo and exciting. It was a bonus that said the toy was so wholly pathetic.

“M-maybe… you just want some dick, huh? Wanna help me jerk off my husband?” She works herself into a pleasing rhythm, being so bold as to dip a finger briefly inside, working the very top of her soaked tunnel. Her voice wavers as she opens her mouth to speak again, “Mmm, or… you just want some action. W-we could probably arrange that for you! How do you feel about, fuck… some a-anal? Steve loves my ass.” She gasps in response, letting a finger trace the very lowest part of her labia.

        She continues, the gloating only serving to make her feel more powerful by the moment. “I mean, why wouldn’t he? Have you seen me?” She lets out a low snicker at the very idea. Teasing Brian made her feel so powerful, so sexy. Mentally, she circles back around to the idea of anal at his expense. How humiliating it would be for him, how powerless he’d be to stop it….

        The last image does it for her, picturing him sliding into her ass like that finally breaks the sexual dam she’d be working so hard at bursting this whole flight. A slight amount of fluid leaks down, taken by gravity as she finishes herself off with a quiet moan. Her body quaked with feeling and pleasure, bombarding a now cold and shaking Brian with fresh droplets of lady juices. She rides out the orgasm, leaning back into the afterglow with a sigh of content.

Her eyes glance down onto him, piercing his fragile body like a vicious hawk. He recoils, uncomfortable in her eyesight. After a brief pause, she speaks up, “Fuck, it’s incredible seeing you down there like that. We’re going to have so much fun when we get home!” And with that, Amy wordlessly grabs some toilet paper. Dabbing her soaked panties a little, roughly smacking the small man around without even the slightest care before pulling them back up with the smallest of pats above her crotch.

“You know, I’m half tempted to flush you right down.” Amy tosses the sodden tissue into the toilet behind her before unlatching the dormitory door with a familiar click. Calmly walking back to her seat, Amy graciously strolls past row after row of passengers, feeling more powerful than she ever had. Finally reaching her seat, the refined lady flashes Steve a knowing smile before sitting down, a wave of stress newly freed from her previously heavy shoulders. Now settled in the booth, she leans in for a quick kiss, though it rapidly turns into something more. The aggressive smacking of lips echoes throughout the plane’s cabin, much to the annoyance of the other passengers. Just another couple in their honeymoon phase, they think. However, none of them know the secret hiding just under Amy’s dress. How could they?

        Shell shocked, all Brian can do is regret his choice. Playing it back over and over again in his head as he’s pressed snuggly into Amy’s vulva. Why had he done it? He felt so utterly stupid and naive. He’d signed away his life, and now he’d have to pay the price for such a rash decision. His mind spirals in the darkness, circling back time and time again to one singular emotion: fear.

 It’s late, but the plane itself had arrived right on schedule, nine o’clock sharp. The sun has long since set, the artificial lights doing their intended job, humming quietly above as the two stroll towards baggage claims. A long narrow corridor opens into an expansive yet essentially empty space, full of several scattered occupants waiting for connecting flights. Meanwhile, the newlyweds walk side by side as a drab public safety PSA drones lazily over the loudspeakers. Information, which both Steve and Amy make a point to ignore.

“Honestly, who gives a single fuck?” Amy blurts out cooly, inciting a faint chuckle from her husband.

“See, this is why I married you. Sexy and fiery!” He gives her butt a gentle pat, his hand making the fabric ripple beneath. She shoots him a look Steve knows all too well. It was the sort of look that always drove Steve wild, tonight being no exception. Her eyes screamed back at him with unsated hunger.

“Honey, if you do that again... it won’t be my fault when we miss our cab.” She practically purrs, not skipping a beat. Steve merely smiles, feigning innocence as he exaggerates a casual look off to the side.

“I have absolutely no idea what you could mean, sweetie.”

Amy stops dead in her tracks, twisting back towards Steve. Her eyes meet his, and he can see the fire amid the crystalline blue lining her pupils. “Seriously. I mean it, Steve. With how worked up I am, I’m just about ready to jump you right here~.”

        Brian's struggles had slowed dramatically following the incident in the airplane's lavatory. Recognizing his fighting had only turned her on more, he’s reluctant to give Amy any more sexual gratification if he can help it. He’d survived the flight through luck alone, nearly passing out several times throughout his stay in Amy’s intimates. He dreads to think what might have happened if he had. Suffocating to death wasn't how he wanted to go out. However, he’d also finally discovered a harsh truth underneath it all: fighting it would get him nowhere. Being smothered in the pheromone-infused darkness had made it all click in a single moment of clarity. He’s fucked. Figuratively and literally. The tiny amount of control he did have wouldn’t be enough to save him from these uncaring gods. In all actuality, his life was entirely in their hands. On a whim, they could so easily toss him away like a broken toy, and he couldn’t do a single thing about it.
        

Amy’s inner thighs resume their brutal attack against him, changing his landscape over and over again on a dime with no end in sight. He still doesn’t dare move, terrified he might trigger another impromptu masturbation session. Trashy to do in public, but he doesn’t put it past her, not after what happened on the plane.  He can only guess that they’ve gotten off the airline by now, the increased movement being his only notable tell. Still, the glorified sex toy does his best to discern some more information from the outside world, trying desperately to block out the subtle noises from Amy’s body. Heavy sounds eventually start to trickle in: a loudspeaker, the sound of shoes against tiles. His suspicions are confirmed; they’d landed. Brian can’t be sure what this means for him, but he dreads the eventuality of arriving at his new home.

The distinct noise of car doors can be heard, followed by yet another very uncomfortable change of position, smothering Brian even further against Amy’s merciless crotch. His leg slips in during the turmoil, prompting a flurry of panicked movement on his end. Desperately, he tries to yank it out, putting what little space he has to use, but to no avail. Unable to find any purchase, Brian waits in silent horror as it gets stuffier and much slicker inside his inescapable prison.

“Mmmmmm.”

        Amy lets out a breathy groan, the vibrations echoing throughout Steves’s mouth as the two tongues meet in the middle for a sensual and steamy embrace. The lovebirds revel in the quiet romance of the drive home when Amy feels an unexpected surprise from down below. She closes her eyes tightly, gasping. Pleasantly surprised as something slips inside. Their latest toy was making bold moves! He’d just been meant as a means to spice up the bedroom originally, but Brian had been performing far better than Amy ever expected. His worth as a toy aside, she’d become addicted to the control. The surge of power and authority she got when manipulating his tiny body was more than enough to get her burning up inside. Yet, having him take action on his own was a wholly different type of rush. It could have been an accident, but maybe he was starting to accept his place beneath them. The thought of having a perfectly obedient toy gets her positively soaked, and truthfully, she’d begun to worry about her arousal sopping right through to the seat below. Luckily, they arrive well before it can come to pass, forcing the couple to take a break from their public display of affection to pay off the cab driver and head inside with their bags.

        The door to the distinctly suburban home creaks open, and Amy takes a leisurely step inside. The crisp scent of the ocean breeze hits her nose as she drops the luggage at her feet. She relishes the smell, so much so that she takes a moment to breathe it in. She enjoyed each and every second of their honeymoon, but it's great to finally be home.

“I’m so glad we lit those candles before we left. Clean, fresh-smelling house!” She takes another step forward before feeling Steve’s hands on her waist, gasping at the sudden sensation of his warm touch in the otherwise frigid house. He spins her around, their lips meeting for the umpteenth time tonight as he subtly leads her into the kitchen, their suitcases still haphazardly littered around the door. The couple steps into the kitchen, unable to keep their hands, or lips, away from each other.

White walls, plenty of cupboards, and a wonderfully clean quartz-based countertop island greet them silently, welcoming them home. Not a single sound can be heard, save for the eager meeting of mouths. However, Steve decides to step out of the embrace, eyeing the neighboring counter near mischievous intent. He lifts Amy without so much as a warning, eliciting something between a faint squeal and a moan.

        Effortlessly, Steve helps her out of the dress, only to be stopped by Amy’s soft hand as he reaches far too enthusiastically for her panties.

“Mmm, as much as I want you to take those off, the little guy might slip out.” She bites her lower lip, looking at the grey polo has on and wanting so desperately for him to tear it from his body. Amy shudders. Just thinking about what they’re about to do sets her alight once again, the anticipation making her body tingle. Although Steve simply blinks, his expression is almost empty for a moment. He hesitates, scrunching up his face in a momentary bout of confusion.

“You know, I completely forgot he was down there.” Amy smiles and lets a hand slip down in response, shoving the small man roughly into her soaked sex. A few more good rubs, making sure to push him firmly against the sticky flesh of her vulva before letting it go, allowing the waistband to close again with a loud snap against her skin.

“I certainly didn’t. Poor thing’s probably drowning in there.” She sticks out a tongue in jest, and they both share a cheap giggle at Brian’s expense before Amy opens her mouth once again. This time it isn’t a clever quip but an impassioned plea, “ Hey, Baby? Could you… carry me? Like that one time? It gets me so hot when you do….” She trails off, tracing a nail up his clothed chest.

Steve smirks, confident as ever, “I’d love to, baby.”

        Amy wraps her legs around Steve with a shriek of delight as he carries her away. Passion fills the air while Brian sits in utter stillness below, dejected and hopeless. His situation had changed very little over the last few hours, still entangled in suffocating and stuffy fabric. Nevertheless, the two lovers head down the hallway, making an abrupt entrance into an expansive bedroom. Steve tosses her onto the bed before climbing in himself, right over the low metal bars that culminated at the end of the large Texas king's frame.

Brian screams, finding himself twisted further into this vixen’s tight lace-covered panties. A fresh wave of moisture saturates the previously dried feminine juices, several different waves of wetness clinging relentlessly to his skin. Meanwhile, the commotion outside is making him more anxious by the minute. Would this be another sexual escapade for the couple with him in the middle as collateral? Suddenly, as if the universe took it upon itself to answer his question, dusk turns to gentle moonlight as Brian comes face to face with both his owners for the first time since signing that damned contract.

“Mmmm... fuck. He looks so worthless.” A feminine voice speaks up, sounding almost refined, save for her crass language. Blue eyes pierce through the otherwise nighttime, making their reluctant plaything quake in fear. In response, a colossal finger reaches down from above. Only, it’s not going for him. Not yet, anyway. Instead, it stops short, sliding gently around the moist sex that sits just out of Brian’s nearly nonexistent reach. It dominates him with its sheer presence, threatening a repeat of earlier. Wet noises erupt from above as Amy lets a finger slip briefly inside, envisioning her husband’s skilled fingers in its place.

“Come on, baby… I need you….”

        Brian cowers as the giant rises up, stepping casually off to the side. Amy groans in sexual frustration as Steve shoots her a disarming wink, rifling through his pockets for something not entirely clear.

“Not yet, sweetie. I’m going to set the mood. Let’s soak this up; make it an experience to remember!”

No sooner does he finish speaking than he produces a small orange lighter from his pant pocket, quickly motioning it towards the nightstand and setting one of their many candles ablaze. The scent of vanilla creeps across the room almost immediately, reaching both Amy and Brians’ nostrils in a matter of seconds. The flame emanates a dim light that fills the otherwise dark moonlit room, prompting Steve to finally close the curtain. Brian's last view of the outside world being snatched away on a romantic whim.

“God, this is exactly why I love you, baby.” Amy lets her eyes linger over the boy between her legs, silently daring him to try something, anything. Just searching for the slightest reason to make him miserable.

Steve starts removing his clothes, an air of confidence permeating each and every action. If Brian hadn’t already been thoroughly intimidated by his size alone, the way the giant carried himself might have been enough. He’s comfortable and doesn't even seem to consider Brian’s presence. Logically, it makes sense. After all, who would be self-conscious of an overpriced sex toy?

        Amy bites her lower lip, seeing his manhood peek out of his jeans as he unbuckles his pants with practiced grace. Chills run down her spine in anticipation as the jingling of his belt reaches her ears. Brian, for his part, is astounded, utterly frozen in fear of the unfathomably large cock now protruding from Steves’s waist. He gets the urge to run, simply sprint towards the end of the bed, but as soon as he tries to stand up, he falls flat on his face, getting yet another mouthful of Amy’s tangy fluids. It’s hopeless; his muscles are too weak from all that time-crunched up in the hot obscurity of Amy’s crotch.

        His wife giggles, watching their toy trip clumsily over the stained fabric of her undies. “Oh my god, did you see that, babe? He can’t even get out of my underwear!”

Steve bursts out laughing as he climbs onto the bed, his hulking naked frame stretching seemingly endlessly upwards for Brian. Momentarily, he wonders if that’s what he once looked like before he made this stupid choice. However, Brian pushes away the thought. He’d never taken care of himself like that. Would he even get the chance now? An opportunity to better himself?

“Mmm, I bet he’s just eager to get started.” Amy coos sensually, a hand still idly playing with the folds tucked away between her legs.

“Well, if he’s so keen on starting, why don’t you give him a little preview?” Steve sits back, and Amy’s eyes light up with amusement. Her burning need is temporarily mitigated by her own sexual curiosity. Brian looks back and forth between the two giants, unable to make sense of the knowing look they both seem to share.

“Hmm, I suppose he was pretty well behaved on the airplane... I can make an exception, just this once.” Her tone is playful, almost mocking. Without warning, a hand comes for the shrunken man, triggering a flight or fight response that his frail body has no chance of acting on.

        The feminine hand scoops its toy effortlessly, bringing it above her sex and towards a face almost otherworldly in size. Brian chokes at a gasp, startled at how imposing each and every feature is on Amy's face. Brian hadn’t really gotten a close look at her until now. Despite the previous engagements, he’d just been a toy between their legs, something to get the juices flowing, used and thrown to the side without a second thought. Still, she was beautiful. He’s stunned, looking at the face of his tormentor; the lady who had made him choke on her juices just for kicks wasn’t the monster he’d painted in his head. Her features are soft, her golden blonde hair accentuating the creamy color of her face. Her eyes were remarkable as well, sterile crystal blue pools that drill straight into him a smug and overinflated sense of self-worth. In a way, they have an emptiness, lacking any empathy one would be expected to have in this situation. When she looked at him, Amy wasn’t seeing a person; he realized now. He was her toy; that’s all he ever was and all he’d ever be to her. She raises a thin, perfectly sculpted eyebrow in lazy curiosity, much more concerned about her husband touching himself at the edge of the bed than the insect between her fingers. Amy was about to give Steve the best show of his married life.

“Why don’t I show you all the hot spots, hmmm? We’ll start with the neck and work our way down~.”

        Kicking off her soaked undies, Amy rises up to her knees with Brian only an arm’s length away. She lets him ogle her body, watching smugly as his tiny eyes trace each and every curve of her petite yet shapely form. Despite his predicament, he can’t stop himself from marveling at every inch of her. Smooth near-perfect skin adorned her entirety. Even the usual tan lines that ladies receive from bra straps were minimal, depicting a woman who cared deeply about her appearance. Maybe too much, in fact.

Without warning, her arm brings him closer, first brushing Brian delicately against her neck before gracefully sliding him down the rich incline between her tits. However, her motions are rough and uncaring. Amy, not concerned about Brian's safety, drags her toy roughly across her smooth skin, provoking a shriek of pain as his legs and arms bend every which way. He flails desperately against her, his desperation only inviting more humiliation from his captors.

“Look, honey, I think he likes it!” Amy snickers, only to gasp as his body finally makes contact with the pink of her areola. She lingers on the area, brushing Brian against its sensitive tip. It’s an incredible feeling; however, it isn’t enough.

“Lick it.” She barks. The command is firm, but Brian hesitates. Instead, opting to open his mouth in a much different way. For the first time since the flight, he tries his hand at reasoning with the attractive gods holding him captive.

“P-please! I just want-” His pathetic croaking is cut short by a firm squeeze from Amy, sucking the wind from Brians’s chest. Used to getting her way, Steves’s wife wasn’t about to tolerate backtalk from a toy of all things. She brings him back up to her face at a sickening speed, her eyebrows now narrowed in anger.

“Did I ask what you wanted, you little shit?” She snaps impatiently, the rush of power heating her up into a frenzy. Her free hand strays back down between her legs, reveling in just how exhausted and dirty he looked. All caused by her and her alone.

“You know what, you look disgusting. It’s fucking gross. But don’t worry, I know the perfect place for gross bugs!” Amy bends over, splaying a single full cheek to the side with one hand, and reaching back with the other. She lets Brian linger for a moment to take in the sights. Naturally, she makes sure Steve has a good view as well.

        Brian coughs, an unexpected musk overwhelming his eyes and nose as he comes near an area possibly even more miserable than her crotch. A neatly maintained puckered star stares back at him, unmoving and held tightly shut. The fleshy globes of her cheeks still glistened with sweat from the long flight back in such constricting underwear.

“Damn babe, that view is unbelievable!” Steve comments, cock in hand. He strokes it, enthralled by his wife’s performance. Watching her play goddess is hotter than he ever imagined. Steadily his hand gains speed, desire growing in response to the powerful display of his wife’s sexuality.

“Mhm, and it’s all yours, baby.” Amy brings Brian closer, forcing him to focus on the area right between her soft cheeks. It radiates heat, making him instinctively shield his eyes from the unabashed intensity of it.

        “I really don’t get you, people.” Amy speaks up, talking directly to Brian, “Why shrink? You’re cute enough; you could probably get a decent girl. Or boy, honestly.” She shoves Brian roughly against her hole; natural grease and musk coat him instantaneously. Amy lets a cheek go, her body twitching with excitement as the globe of flesh smacks into him with surprising amounts of force.

“But no. Instead, here you are, being used as a soft little toy for my, mmm, much more powerful butt!" Amy feels him wiggle and squirm, reveling in his helplessness and almost forgetting entirely about her husband. In fact, she finds herself lost in the moment until Steve decides he’s finally had enough of the sideline.

"I'm sorry little guy, but if I wait any longer, I might explode." The shadow of Amy's husband lords over the two of them, flickering in the dim candlelight.

Amy coos in approval, suddenly feeling Steve's hands wrap firmly around her waist and drift back towards her smooth heart-shaped ass, exploring its contour with care.

SMACK

Brian is startled out of a fresh wave of dissociation by a harsh, meaty slap. He feels the collision like it's an earthquake, only now realizing Amy had since released her grip on his body. He rests gently in the crevice between her cheeks, the elevated position of her butt being the only thing stopping him from tumbling down to the bedsheets below.

Steve takes his throbbing cock and rubs the head along the moist folds of her labia. The sound of her wetness pierces through the dimly lit room. The giant’s eyes settle on Brian as he continues to tease his wife, manipulating her labia with the head of his cock.

"Hope you enjoy the show, little dude.” He smirks at the toy, confident as ever, “I appreciate you getting her all warmed up for me, but I think it's about time for me to show you how a real man fucks his lady." He takes a moment to tease her clit, the head of his shaft pulsating with need. She can feel it, and having his cock so close yet not inside sexually frustrates her to no end.

"Baby… stop playing with that dumb bug and fuck me. Please…." Her voice is sexually charged, dripping with fulfilled desire.

"Gladly, my love!" Moving his thick head downwards, he spreads her labia with his manhood before finally pushing inside.

Brian looks down with horror, perched precariously between two raised cheeks as Steves’s thick cock slides inward. Simultaneously mentally and physically fatigued, he tries his hardest to scramble backward. Still, he only succeeds in losing his already shaky grip, nearly tumbling down into the nightmare of hot flesh below. Like it or not, he’s buckled in for the entirety of this wild ride. Trapped once more; except, this time it isn’t by the confines of fabric, but the inescapable flesh of Amy’s naked form.

Alongside an empowering groan, Steve finally pushes his way inside. Amy’s sleek folds part with ease as Steves fat head crashes through. Taking it slow, he stretches her out in the most satisfying of ways. His wife moans out his name, beyond ready for any type of sexual attention, no matter how shallow. Being teased practically the entire plane ride left her needier than words could ever portray. Her legs quake as he penetrates her with a wet smack and a slippery squelch of her lower lips.

Brian reels, hyperventilating as he watches a cock larger than his body enter Amy effortlessly. The destructive forces at play feel earth-shattering, each movement threatening to rock him from the tiny bit of safety he has left. Abruptly, Steve slides back out. It’s so much commotion for such a paltry amount of effort on his keeper’s part.

The shrinkie had assumed he’d seen it all. Yet, Brian continues to be astounded, his jaw nearly dropping to the floor as the unending shaft retracts in a flurry of rapid motion.

“God, baby, you feel just as good as the very first time!” Steve’s words are gentle and romantic, the tone of his voice creamy like butter.

        On the other hand, Amy comes off as crass, almost impulsive, as she replies in turn, “Mmm, so do you, honey. The way you stretch me out is incredible….” A pregnant pause lingers in the room, “ Now, pretty please, fuck me?” She backs up against his shaft, rubbing it against her moist lips. Skillfully coating it in her own mix of juices. She knows just how to push her husband’s buttons.

Steve smirks in response, enjoying the warmth of her sex against his, “Gladly, babe.” His already high self-confidence grows with each passing moment their tiniest Vouyer endures.

        What looks to Brian like literal yards of muscle slips back inside with zero pomp and circumstance. Though this time, it’s the real deal. It lurches forward, pushing far more extensively than before, much to Amy’s delight. Steve starts at a sluggish speed but soon picks up the pace, thrusting in and out of his beautiful partner with a steady rhythm. Gasps radiate from Amy’s mouth, and her husband places two firm, masculine hands on the muscular cheeks of her ass, looking down at Brian with nothing more than a crooked, toothy smile.

“Bet you wish this was you, doncha, little guy?” The speck looks up at the towering god directly before him, frozen like a deer in headlights. He wants to run, scream, anything but stay here! Only, Brian had nowhere to run. Several impassible hurdles exist between him and freedom. Firstly, how would he get down? And even if he did, where would he go from there? His options at the moment are non-existent.

“Unfortunately, you gotta be at least this tall to ride!” Steve chuckles boisterously at his own joke, raising two pinched fingers in jest before a look of clarity suddenly washes across his face.

        “Actually, you know what?” Steve gives Amy’s ass a hard slap, eliciting a pleasured yelp resounding deep within his lover’s chest. A red handprint appears in its wake. “Why don’t we give you something to do while I take care of my wonderful wife, hmm?” The giant reaches over the side of the bed without skipping a beat, producing a clear plastic bottle of dubious liquid in his left hand and a grey towel in his right. She knows immediately what Steve’s planning and eagerly lifts her legs, allowing him to tuck the folded fabric neatly beneath her.

        “God, Steve, this is so mean! It’s so hot when you play bad~.” Amy’s entire form clenches in anticipation, feeling the towel’s texture beneath her knees.

        Steve chuckles lightly, “Careful honey, this might be a teensy bit on the cold side.”

Spluuurt

Cold gooey liquid shoots from the top, splattering itself across Brian’s flush body. The sudden temperature change is a complete shock to the system, and he panics, a burst of expletives flying from his mouth.

        Steve pays him no mind, however. He’s much more focused on his wife’s pleasure than putting forth any possible consideration for a typical sex toy. Watching the portion of skin between her cheeks get slathered in lube is a massive turn-on for the brand-new husband, and his cock throbs with arousal. His hand reaches down, silencing Brian’s foul mouth with force alone, slathering his body tenderly along the crevice of Amy’s ass.

        “Mmmm, come on, baby! Don’t be such a tease… put him in already!” She wiggles her ass teasingly, knowing that despite its lack of size, her husband loves its full shape unequivocally.

Meanwhile, the goop invades Brians’s mouth, violating him more than he thought was previously possible. He’s no longer sure of anything, and all his current thoughts go out the window as he hyper-fixates the dilemma in front of him. Was Steve’s dick to be his means of entry? Or were they merely toying with him? Neither of them would actually put another living human inside there… would they? The very thought makes him sick to his stomach. Surely even this couple couldn’t be so outlandishly cruel.

Yet, Brian couldn’t have been more wrong. He gets his answer sooner rather than later as fingers grab at him with no concern for his well-being, relentlessly pushing his head against Amy’s delicate yet greasy exit. Though, it doesn’t take at first. Steves digits only manage to smear his head mercilessly against hard wrinkled tissue as his owner clenches her muscles reactively at his touch. A rough start, but gradually Brian feels himself sliding further and further inside, going well past the muscular ring that’s soon to be the only exit to this vile prison.

Just as he feels the top of his head start to make its way in, Brian snaps to attention, adrenaline shooting through his body; he screams out with all of his might, “S-steve, please! Please don’t do this! Anything, I’ll do an-” And, with that, his head disappears from sight, the infinitely stronger extremities silencing his pathetic whining.

        “Heh, no can do. Remember that contract you signed? Yeah, you don’t get much choice anymore, bud.” It all kept coming back to that damned contract. The end of his life and the start of his new one. Brian no longer struggles, flails, or lets the fear guide him. He simply shivers at the absolute violation of this disgusting act. Yet, in Brian’s case, things can only get worse from here, it seems. His whole body quakes in the mucky darkness of Amy’s anus. Being the cleanly type of person Amy seemed to be, it isn’t nearly as bad as it could have been.

Nevertheless, Brian still feels miserable. He lays in place, oppressed from sheer lack of space, and trembling as he tries to remain as still as possible. An almost naive part of him believes if he stays perfectly still, maybe he can pretend it isn’t happening. Tears pour down his face as every breath taken is uncomfortable and full of vapors that make him gag and retch. Clean or not, he can’t handle it.

        An almost primal urge rises up inside him, born from his instinctual fight or flight response. But he can’t run. Nor can he fight. All Brian can do is cry in utter futility as the walls undulate around him, moving almost in tandem with the moans and shrieks of pleasure from the couple outside. Slime from his captor’s innermost parts envelopes him in a gross offensive ooze, clinging to its body in the appearance of sticky strands.

“Fffffuck…” Amy’s initial discomfort turns to pleasure, feeling the toy push inside. God, he went in headfirst too, she thinks, letting a hand drift under her belly and towards her clit. She tenderly strokes it, letting loose a satisfied coo as Brian’s feet eventually reach the inner ring, prompting her to clench, swallowing him up in rank darkness. Steve gives Amy’s pale ass another gentle slap, the sound of flesh meeting flesh resounding throughout the otherwise quiet room.

        “You alright, sweetie?” Steve asks with a hint of concern, Amy’s relative silence starting to worry him more and more.

“Mhm, I’m just perfect! Besides, you know I’ve taken bigger~.” She knows just how to stroke that urge inside him, to get him needy and wanting her. Steve’s cock aches in acknowledgment, ready for a trip back inside. She isn’t wrong, either. Her husband’s cock remains far more generous than their toy as a whole. A comical thought for both Amy and Steve and a reasonably exciting one. Here was another man, able to be dominated and intimidated by just the size of a sexual organ. All the while, Steve knew he’d be having fantastic sex with the woman he loved more than the world itself. What could possibly beat such a rush? Truthfully, he isn’t sure anything can.

Grabbing the lower curve of his wife’s butt, Steve uses one hand to pull at it, parting her soaked lips in the process. Using his other hand for support, he carefully glides his throbbing sex inside, stuffing her up once again with his hardness. Now, it’s Steves turn to gasp as his aching cock meets Amy’s inviting pussy.

Meanwhile, Brian marinates in the fetid darkness of the lowest part of Amy’s body. He feels so wholly humiliated, like an object. But, he was a person! All of this was so inexplicably wrong; you can’t treat people like this!

… Right?

Without warning, the walls around him tense up, followed by a muffled commotion from outside. Had this heartless lady finally finished? It’s a strong possibility, signaling the end of this nightmare for tonight. Yet, he doesn’t feel any elation, no emotional relief.

He just feels… empty.

Tears still pouring from his face, he yelps as the muscles clamp down again, rougher than before. Further rubbing his bruised body against Amy’s ribbed insides.

By now, Brian is simply waiting for the end of the newest romantic adventure. So, when a superficial amount of light opens up from just below his feet, he breathes a sigh of long-held relief, cutting cleanly across the toxic air. However, instead of salvation, a familiar finger advances on him, plowing its way inside.

No! They wouldn’t! His mind screams, a fire raging mentally as the digit delicately plays with the opening of Amy’s anal muscles. Teasing them as she likely rubs herself off outside. He begs and pleads towards two gods that don’t have a single hope of hearing him, screaming in the fetid darkness in a vain attempt to avoid the inevitable conclusion.

Minutes feel like hours to the boy, the suspense and dread of what lies ahead permeating the atmosphere of the poisonous tunnel. Then, it happens. The pale red of Steve’s cock splits the sphincter, quickly blotting out what little light could come from outside by its sheer girth alone. It stretches Amy’s interior like a monster, slowly snaking inside and rapidly finding the bottoms of Brians’s feet. It stops for a moment, seemingly sensing his presence before retracting, only to come barreling right back down.

Over and over again, the hardened muscle smashes against Brian’s already thoroughly exhausted body. At first, it simply tickles the bottom of his toes, but soon that’s not enough for the throbbing appendage. It grows unsatisfied, pushing deeper and deeper, forcing itself over Brian’s body and further down Amy’s unsavory backdoor. Amongst all the chaos, it’s hard to make out anything the couple says, yet, some of it does slip through, gracing Brian’s ears. Although, it’s very nearly drowned out by the steady heartbeat surrounding him.

        “I’m close love!” Steve spits the words out like a salad, jumbled and unrefined. His nuisance is lost in the heat of passion.

        Amy couldn’t care less, the very idea of thoroughly using Brian like this driving her wild, “Do it, baby! Paint that stupid bug!”

The looming monster stops for all but a moment, hovering right over Brian before a tidal wave erupts from his impressive slit. Wave after wave of cum spurts out as Steve pumps not once but three times, filling the cavern with white-hot love. Then, in the blink of an eye, it’s over. He finds himself falling, hitting the dark towel with a rough impact. The plaything can only stare upward towards the dark of the ceiling. He isn’t crying anymore, however. Brian had run out of tears long ago.

“So, how was it, honey? Like the feel of our newest toy?”

        “He felt incredible, sweetie.” Steve stretches, letting out an audible yawn.

“Mind if I hop in the shower before you?”

        “Sure, hun. I’ll just... finish up.” She eyes the distraught Brian through her legs with a predatory glare, fire burning red hot just beneath her eyes. The world seems to narrow between the two, exhausted in very different ways. One excited, the other broken in both body and spirit. She flips over onto her butt, presenting her pussy. Fresh waves of musk hit Brian, making the doll-sized man fear the absolute worst.

Embarrassingly, he tries to eke out some sort of protest, “N-n-n-n-no, p-p-p-plea-.” But he fails to even mutter those two words. It’s just as well since it’s doubtful the entitled blonde would have heard him anyway. Her soft finger trails across her clit, pushing aside the steamy hood that keeps it concealed. Her movements start right away, much more deliberate than previously. She isn’t teasing herself; this time, Amy’s trying her hardest to get off.

Her cold stare bores into his broken eyes, watching from above as she massages herself in a way only she can. She inspects his embarrassing frame with glee, noting how absolutely miserable he was. Something about it just really hit in the right ways. She grabs a tit briefly, massaging it idly with her free hand.

        “This everything you hoped for and more?” She taunts him, again referencing the signing that triggered this nightmare. Each word built herself up, stroking her ego while she rubbed herself off.

        “You’re all the same. All you shrinks just want to blow a load, huh? Never thinking of the ugh, consequences!” She bites her lower lip as two fingers slip inside, her other hand carefully working at her sensitive nub. The two digits beckon an invisible force, rubbing the very top of her slick cave.

“You think some girl is just going to cater to you? Jerk off that tiny cock of yours? Hardly!” She continues, pushing herself closer and closer, creeping towards the edge of the cliff.

“N-nope! You gross f-fucks get what you deserve, oh fuck! Ah!” She explodes, fireworks shooting high above her head, while she simultaneously tries to milk every last bit of pleasure that she can. She tenses up, legs shaking almost uncontrollably as all the teasing of the day concludes, like a cork springing from a fresh bottle of champaign.

Amy sighs, her ears picking up the shower’s gentle noise from the other room. Maybe she’d join her amazing husband for another round… she can still feel the warmth, desire lessened but still present within her.

        Looking back towards the waste of space beneath her, the newlywed can’t help but let the disdain slide across her face. Now that she was done, she just wanted it out of the way for now.

Brian lays dejected on the padded floor of his new home that rests on Amy’s nightstand. The sound of two content giants sleeping peacefully nearby. This was everything his life had led up to. The culmination from years living, and it’s all too much. Fresh waves of tears come pouring down his face as he closes his eyes tightly. He needed sleep. After all, who knows what tomorrow had in store.

This is his life now. At least, until they grow bored of their latest toy.