The sun shone brightly through the
curtains of Martin's dorm-room window. Another Monday had come around, and the
21-year-old Prodigan was not excited about it. He stirred lazily beneath the
covers of the bed, his mind fixed more readily on something else that was
attracting his attention. Between his legs, his morning wood throbbed,
practically begging to be released from the confines of the bed covers and
satisfied. It was always the same, every morning. But...he couldn't, could he?
Did he even have time? Mondays were always packed with lectures, seminars and
other things that needed doing if he wasn't to truly waste these years of his life.
'Unfair', he thought to himself, as he lazily pondered all the things that he
had to do today. All the while, his throbbing, desperate penis pulled his mind
away from his mental to-do list and back to his more primal urges. He probably
had time to play just a little bit. Knowing him, he'd be horny all day
otherwise, if he didn't.
Leaning over to the bedside table, he
opened the drawer and looked inside. Within were a variety of items; two
unopened condoms, a snow-globe-like novelty and what appeared to be paper
sachets, roughly the size of salt packets. Picking out one of these, he closed
the drawer once more, and turned back to himself. Throwing off the covers,
revealing his rather average-sized, throbbing dick, he ripped open the packet
and poured the contents all onto his junk. From within the packet tiny specks,
numbering in the hundreds, seemed to fall down onto and around his junk, some
landing on the thick, veiny flesh of his cock, others landing in the forest of
his pubes, and some onto the bed itself. Throwing the packet aside, he looked
at his dick, sparely covered in these barely-visible specks. "Okay,
slaves, get to work. I need to cum."
Within the packet were hundreds and
hundreds of Gulliverans. Within Martin's world, there were five main varieties
of human; Prodigans, like him, were the largest, and were truly gargantuan
beings. Brobdingnagians followed them in size, being roughly 1in tall compared
to the Prodigans. The Gulliverans were then 1in tall to the Brobbies,
Lilliputians were 1in tall to Gulliverans and then, right at the bottom, were
the Microputians, which were 1in tall to the Lilliputians. This, in effect,
made Prodigans like him gigantic gods. And he certainly enjoyed his position of
power.
As he moved his hands back behind his
head, resting upon their clasped forms, he closed his eyes and relished his
power. All the while, on his dick, the chaos had just started...
"Oh...my...god..." one of the
Gulliverans stuttered. It came from Jen, a 24-year-old Gulliveran, who until
recently had been a promising young bank employee, before her capture and sale
to this Prodigan giant. She stood at the base of his thick, throbbing cock,
looking up at the monolithic monster, quaking in fear. She knew of Prodigans of
course, but she'd never seen one before. This was not the first encounter she
had imagined. The powerful and unrelenting scent of his junk hung in the air.
It was a strong aroma of cock and cum, and overwhelmed many of the tiny
Gulliverans that now scrambled around at the base of his dick. "W...what
are we going to do?! This is insane! Fuck...fuck...I can't..." she began,
slowly hyperventilating more and more,
"Get it together!" a voice
shouted, hands now clasped on Jen's shoulders. It was a man, Phil, who she had
been speaking to during their time in the packet. "But Phil, LOOK! LOOK AT
IT! Look at HIM! He's fucking HUGE!" she screamed, shaking in his grasp.
"He's not THAT big! I'd bet any money he's no more than 6 inches, if that,
by their size standards! He's just some college kid trying to
feel big!" Jen began to calm somewhat, but still had reservations.
"But-" she began, before being interrupted by Phil. "We're gonna
get through this, and get out of here, but first, we've got to get to
safety!" Jen nodded, calming slightly, still in the shadow of the monster
cock of this Prodigan. Moments later, however, a voice thundered high above
them. "I CAN'T FEEL YOU GUYS WORSHIPPING ME. GET TO FUCKING WORK AND
MAKE ME CUM, NOW!" It was the Prodigan, booming his commands down to
his tiny little fuck slaves. Many of them continued to panic and run in all
directions, though some did as they were told, and began working on the
gigantic monster of a penis, completely unaware of whether or not this massive
titan could even feel their best efforts. Jen and Phil saw their chance and ran
in the opposite direction, up towards the titan's navel. "Come on, Jen, if
we can get there, we'll be able to hide, and then escape after he's-"
"TSK TSK. RUNNING AWAY? WHAT IS
THE POINT IN BUYING THESE THINGS IF THEY DON'T EVEN GET ME OFF PROPERLY?!
FINE..." the Prodigan boomed. His gaze was fixed entirely upon Jen and
Phil. Or so it seemed. In truth, he was looking generally at a small number of
tiny specks that had a similar idea. Moments later, a massive hand emerged at
the side of his body, and clasped the throbbing dick, crushing anybody who was
unfortunate enough to be on the shaft at the time. Slowly, he began to move his
hand up and down his thick, veiny shaft, his foreskin moving back and forward across
his engorged glans in tandem with his hand. "MMM FUCK....YEAH, THAT'S
WHAT I NEED..."
The Gulliverans panicked. Those that
had survived thus far spread out across his body, some seeking shelter inside
his dense pubic forest, others running in any direction, just away from his
dick. The sound of his masturbation was deafening for them. The sound of his
uncut foreskin rolling back and forth across his now precum-soaked glans merged
with the deafening slamming of his humungous balls against his body. It drove
the Gulliverans to run further, faster. It would do them no good. As the giant
Prodigan moaned in pleasure, the crowds of Gulliverans were simply too small to
make any real progress in the little time that they had before...
"AAAHHHH" the Prodigan sighed. From deep within his balls
erupted a tidal wave of cum. Huge, thick ropes of white blasted from the tip of
his engorged dick, slamming down onto his abdomen with incredible force,
crushing and drowning the poor Gulliverans unlucky enough to find themselves in
the path of his orgasm. "JEN!" Phil shouted, looking back at the
young woman, who had fallen during their sprint away from the orgasming giant's
dick. Seconds later, Phil saw her engulfed in a tidal wave of white, which
rushed towards him. Tried as he did, he was no more able to outrun it than she
was, and he too was drowned by the Prodigan's cum. More and more cum spewed
from that monolith, a fourth blast, then a fifth. A sixth. It kept coming,
before finally ebbing away. The Prodigan released his dick, which continued to
leak cum and basked in the afterglow.
"Ahhhh" Martin sighed, as he
finally came, his dick spurting out several globs of hot white cum onto his
stomach. Releasing his dick, he let his hand fall to the side. He was slightly
disappointed with his Gulliveran toys; he'd paid $10 for them. Still, he came,
and that's all that mattered. In his afterglow, he wondered if any of them had
survived, but quickly turned his attention to more important things. After a 10
minute rest, he arose from the bed, and stepped into the shower, getting ready
for the day. He'd already missed his first lecture, but it was worth it...