Following his lucky encounter with Dylan, Daniel quickly
hopped back into his discarded underwear and pants before continuing his search
for the remaining tinies. Unfortunately, dressing himself was about the only
productive thing he’d managed to accomplish so far. He just couldn’t
concentrate with everything going on below his waist. He was glad of course, since
every second of squirming was another second he knew Dylan was still alive in
there and he wanted the runt to last as long as it took for him to find the
others, but FUCK! His boner just wouldn’t go down no matter what he did or
thought about.
Just as he was considering putting an end to it all right
there and then and rubbing one out in the middle of the hallway he was in,
Daniel spotted a set of screens through the crack of a door up ahead. After making
his way over, he pushed the door open all the way to reveal not just two
screens, but six… security cameras. Jackpot!
Heading over to the terminal, Daniel was about to take a
seat in the chair when he remembered the tiny passenger riding along in his
rectum. He didn’t particularly care what happened to Dylan once he found his
release, but until then he should try to be gentle, so remained standing as he
cycled through all of the cameras on the property. There were so many rooms in the
massive country estate it would take him hours to find three doll-sized people
in it just by wandering around, especially since they were more familiar with
the layout than he was. Though it seemed they also knew to avoid the cameras,
because Daniel couldn’t find a single trace of their whereabouts.
That’s when a peculiar looking button caught his attention
on the console. It looked like a scope, just your standard circle with four small
line markings dotted at equally spaced points along the circumference. It
didn’t look like a big red alarm button at least, so Daniel pushed it in the
hopes it might do something useful. It did. The button was for a motion sensor,
designed to search every camera for movement. It took a few seconds for him to
spot it, but right there scurrying along the skirting boards of a hallway he’d
passed not too long ago were all three of his targets. They stopped at the
corner they were approaching and appeared to be discussing something before
parting in separate directions.
Daniel didn’t bother trying to suppress his groan at seeing
the group split up, but as he turned to head out in pursuit of the two tinies
still lingering against the wall something else caught his eye. One of those
clear travelling tubes from the kitchen. Perhaps things were looking up…
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“Seth please, my feet hurt and I’m tired, can’t we stop for just
a minute?” Tyler pleaded, dragging his feet for emphasis. “We skipped breakfast
and everything, I need to rest!”
“We didn’t skip breakfast Tyler, we were chased out of the
kitchen by a giant murderous psychopath who, need I remind you, could still be
lurking around every corner waiting to kill us.” Seth chided, swiftly losing
patience with his youngest brothers whining. He’d protect Tyler until his dying
breath, as he would Dylan, once they found him. That being said, Tyler was
soft, clinging to Calvin’s apron strings like a lost lamb ever since he’d been
adopted into the family. “Besides, we just rested a minute ago after dad left,
remember?”
Their father Rob, who Seth dearly hoped wasn’t now widowed
after Calvin stayed behind in the kitchen, had insisted on going on ahead so
Tyler could take a moment to rest. Unlike Tyler, their father had a sense of
urgency for the situation that wouldn’t allow him to stop, even for a second. If
they made it out of this alive, Seth knew it would be because their father
would stop at nothing to get them to safety.
“But my feet huuuuuurt,” Tyler wailed, pace slowing to
little more than an idle crawl behind Seth, who’d paused to peek around the
next corner before freezing completely. “Seth?“
“Shh!” Seth silenced Tyler with a quick look and a finger on
his lips before making a show of dangling his arms above his head and stomping
in place, which Tyler supposed was Seth’s impression of a giant. Voice low,
permitting himself only the gentlest of hushes Seth said, “turn around and head
back the other way… slowly!”
Tyler turned on his heels, suddenly no longer caring about
his fatigue as he set a steady pace back along the skirting boards of the open corridor.
He’d never spent much time on the actual ground before, always preferring the
safety of their mezzanines and vacuum tubes for easy transportation, but their
father had said the elevated vantage points were too much of a risk as they’re the
first place the giant would look. As for the vacuum tubes, once we were in them
they were a straight shot to our destination, so all the intruder would have to
do is trace it along the walls and ceiling and he’d have us cornered. Safer to
hide on the ground their father said.
The view from down here was daunting though, Tyler had never
realised just why so many normal sized trolls online took to calling small people
‘bugs’. This was why, if one of those trolls he liked to taunt so much were
here now, one single step would have him stuck flat to their sole. He’d never
felt so small.
At least, not until that giant stepped around the corner
where they’d just come from and Tyler turned his head to find the giants gaze
fixed directly on him. He froze under that gaze; Seth having to grab his arm
and haul him along while Tyler just watched as the humungous god-like boy with
the cruel smile took a single step toward them. He cleared the distance between
them effortlessly, a few more ground-shaking paces like that one and he’d be
right on top of them!
“RUN TYLER!” Seth bellowed, still yanking at the boys wrist
trying to drag him along.
“I- I- can’t,” Tyler rasped, then stumbled, arm slipping out
of Seth’s grasp as the elder brother made to haul him back up and failed.
Seth could only stop and stare now; at the giant closing in
before them, at his brother sprawled on the ground and most alluringly at the
open space behind him. His every instinct screamed at him to run, making
excuses for him that Tyler would never have made it anyway and he should just
leave him behind. That was the logical choice and yet, here he was, positioning
himself between his defenceless little brother and the human skyscraper who
wanted to flatten them both.
“Poor choice,” came the taunting voice of the giant now
looming overhead. The humungous socked feet of the boy acting as make-shift
barricades blocking any chance of escape. “I would have left him.”
“Then you’re clearly an only child!” Seth yelled back, doing
his best to make a show of bravado so Tyler wouldn’t be too frightened.
“Actually, you could say I had lots of brothers and sisters.
I just never particularly cared about any of them.” The booming voice replied.
“Anyway, I don’t have time for small talk, I’m on a bit of a deadline.”
With that, a large slender hand propelled down from the sky,
making its way directly toward Seth and Tyler like they were just toys in a
claw machine. Seth tried to fight back, hammering at the digits closing over
his brothers helpless frame as he lay there motionless on the ground, still too
scared to so much as get to his feet. It was no use though, his efforts were
futile as the fingers wrapped around the two of them and lifted them at break
neck speed.
They were carried only a few paces before the fist they were
clutched in turned palm-up and the fingers unfurled around them, only for the
giants other hand to reach in and pluck Seth away. With only Tyler left in the
open palm, the hand tipped to the side, shaking him off with a quick flick.
“Bastard! Leave him alone!” Seth cried helplessly, unable to
lift a finger to protect his treasured younger sibling.
“Jeez, touchy aren’t we? Don’t get yourself all riled up big
guy, I’m not a monster! I can see the kid’s clearly young and petrified, so I’m
gonna be nice.” The giant said softly, enough so that Seth almost felt like he
might be telling the truth. Tyler too seemed to lift his head at the promise of
mercy. “I was just going to toss you both somewhere quick since I gotta look
for the other guy, but since I’m feeling generous I’ll give you a choice.”
Lifting a leg off the ground, the giant used his left foot
to slide down the sock of his right before bending down and yanking it completely
off, shooting back up and tossing the filthy, grey-soled white fabric on the small
side table. It landed just shy of poor Tyler, almost burying him beneath it, the
boy still lying face down quivering with fear. After tossing the sock on the
table, the giant took his free hand and tugged at the elastic of his boxers
waistband and leaned in close to the table.
“Your choice kid, sock or balls.”
“You sick fuck! Leave him out of this, just do what you want
with me!” Seth seethed, desperately writhing in the boys iron grip to no avail.
Seemingly displeased at the interruption, the colossal teenager gripped Seth between
his thumb and forefinger and squeezed against his torso so his spine was
bending in the wrong direction. With the giant using his thumb to apply more
and more pressure, Seth could only shut up and accept the literal bone crushing
weight that threatened to snap him in half.
“Here’s the thing kid, if you don’t pick, your brother
here’s gonna die. Then I’m just gonna choose for you, so he’ll have died for
nothing.” The giant explained, applying just enough pressure to Seth’s puny
body that the crack in his spine was audible for them all to hear. The tiny
college student couldn’t keep from screaming at the agonising pain that shot
through him. He wouldn’t be able to endure much more.
“Please stop!” Tyler yelled, finally finding his voice after
being overcome with fear for so long.
“Sorry little dude, that wasn’t one of the options. Now be a
good boy and either crawl in the sock or take a dive. Feet or balls.”
Tyler couldn’t possibly be expected to choose. This was an
impossible decision for anyone. It wasn’t just the thought of the two offensive
body parts that repulsed him, but the stench. The sock to his left reeked so
badly he could tell they’d been worn for days at the very least. Then there was
down below, even from high up on the table that was definitely the smell of hot
balls wafting its way up to him. Both choices would be horrific, but at least Seth
would live if he just picked one, right?
Tyler didn’t much like the idea of another guys balls
smothering him, but smell aside, the other main factor was contact. Balls may
be gross but they were soft, even if the giant sat down the balls wouldn’t be
as stifling as being crushed beneath the titan’s full weight with every step.
Balls it is then.
“Ugh, this is taking too long, you guys are so dull compared
to your brother! Where’s your sense of adventure? He couldn’t crawl up my ass
quick enough and I didn’t even have anyone’s life to threaten him with, except
for his own.” The giant grumbled, tossing Seth down into his awaiting underwear
and snapping the elastic shut without so much as a second glance. Though even
without looking, he was all too aware of the pebble-sized nineteen-year-old
bouncing off his erect member, even scrambling to maintain a hold on it before losing
his grip and sliding beneath his sweat-drenched balls.
“W-wait!” Tyler begged.
“You’re not too bright are you?” the giant asked
rhetorically, unable to refrain from gliding a hand lightly over his crotch and
fondling his balls, fingering a particular spot where a faint outline could be
seen poking out through the black fabric. “Time’s up kid, if you want my advice,
just pretend you have a foot fetish or something.”
Grabbing the sock off the side table where it had been
discarded next to its prospective new occupant, the colossal teen fingered the
opening and stretched it out making a hole big enough for Tyler to fit through.
Not giving the boy a chance to back away or attempt to flee, a great powerful
hand came raking along the table from behind him, shoving him tumbling off the
edge of it in a free fall. After spiralling for what felt like an eternity
through a sea of lint-flecked white fabric, Tyler landed on a soft cushiony hammock
before the whole world turned upside down leaving him unable to find his footing.
Before he could get his bearings, the opening of the sock
above him cast a shadow into his damp prison. This was really about to happen.
The giants clammy foot began its descent into the still steamy sock, unfaltering
in its advance toward the toe end where Tyler was now pressing himself back
into it as far as he could, willing himself to slip through the fabric. He
didn’t care if the sweat seeped into his clothes and never washed out. He
didn’t care if it seeped into his skin leaving him reeking of feet for the rest
of his life. He just wanted that foot to stop, he wanted this nightmare to be
over, he wanted Calvin.
“DAAAAD!” Tyler yowled desperately, but with nowhere to go
he could only watch helplessly as the five gargantuan toes of his captors feet
spread out around him and swallowed him into the grooves beneath them. There
Tyler lay, trapped between the ball of the giants foot and his toes as they
flexed into him, squeezing him in a tender caress.
Tender, at least, until the foot was finally lowered to the
ground and Tyler was crushed beneath the full weight atop him. Screaming in
agony, there was nothing Tyler could do as the giant took a step, then another
and another, each one a bone-splintering near death experience for the eleven-year-old
turned insole.
As the mountainous teen continued on his way, Seth’s
situation wasn’t much better. While not being crushed with each movement was a
blessing, being smothered under a heavy ball sack came with its own set of
challenges. The air was stiflingly hot for one and Seth could barely take a
breath without the skin of the sack wrapping over his face like clingfilm. It
was like having a plastic bag over his head. He felt like he was being
waterboarded with every passing second in this damp, sweaty prison.
As if that weren’t bad enough, the humiliation he felt as
the boy continued to fondle himself was enough to set him sobbing. Pokes and
prods and pinching, the lazy absent-minded strokes of the boys fingers pressing
him into his balls, he couldn’t take much more of it. What could he do though? A
few hours ago he was a college student, now… Well, now he supposed he was
whatever this giant wanted him to be, even if that something was just a human
sweat rag for his hefty seed-sodden balls.