Daniel couldn’t remember ever having felt so exhilarated as he did in this moment. He’d taken off his converse at the door in the hope his sock-clad feet would carry him more stealthily through the towering residence that was bigger than his whole orphanage, at least until he could locate his targets and make his move. Though things hadn’t quite gone to plan when he’d peeked around the corner of the first doorway to his left and found the family of tinies staring directly at him from across the kitchen, already well aware of his presence in their home. He might have had room for disappointment, if not for the rush of adrenaline that surged through every fibre of his being as two of the miniscule figures grabbed the others and began sprinting toward a wall.

Where did they think they could possibly run to anyway? Daniel didn’t care, he simply stepped out of his hiding place and started toward the silly little balcony with toy sized kitchen appliances where his new playthings were gathered. About halfway to the mezzanine Daniel noticed what the little guys were running towards, an odd clear tube that seemed to run up the wall and along the ceiling, intersecting with a number of other similar looking tubes.

Before he could contemplate it any further the three larger tinies practically launched the smallest one inside the tube and he was carried off at speed to Daniel didn’t know where. “Shit!” Daniel cursed aloud as he lunged toward the remaining tinies, the second having already escaped while he was distracted watching the first. Only three paces away now and the remaining two seemed to be hesitating, neither wanting to flee before seeing the other to safety.

Daniel could faintly make out their raised voices as he closed the distance, seconds away from having them in his clutches. He raised his arm over the mezzanine and reached for the two figurine sized men, so close he could practically imagine what they’d feel like as he wrapped his hand around them. That’s when he heard it, even with their tiny stature Daniel heard the impact of the slap before one of the men grappled with the other and forced him into the tube just a fraction of a second before a giant hand reached its mark.

“Well damn.” Daniel bemoaned, deflated at having lost most of his quarry, yet still brimming with adrenaline as he took in every movement of the tiny squirming in his right hand. “I suppose you’ll have to do for now.”

Daniel savoured each second of the futile struggling against his clamped fingers as he turned and made his way over to the regular sized dining table and plopped down in one of the chairs. He waited a moment before releasing his captive, basking in the sense of power he felt at holding an entire human being with the palm of his hand. A sentient lifeform with ‘rights’ and political views and a family that loved him and yet; with just a squeeze of his hand Daniel could snuff him out like he never existed and rub the residue of his entrails off on his pants where no one would ever question the stain.

Having freshly stoked his sense of purpose in being here it seemed time to finally introduce himself, so with a quick tip of his hand Daniel unfurled his digits and carelessly flung his tiny captive onto the table before him. He took his time looking the man over. Middle-aged, probably mid-to-late thirties, average build and wearing a baggy white t-shirt loosely tucked into a pair of black pants. Definitely didn’t look filthy rich, but then Daniel supposed it was normal to dress comfortably at home. Though it wasn’t the man’s choice of wardrobe that had hooked Daniels interest so keenly. No, it wasn’t his appearance at all, it was the defiant look in his eyes.

Fear? Yes. Grovelling? Definitely! Daniel had hoped for and expected both of those reactions, but defiance was the last thing he’d anticipated. This was going to be more entertaining than he thought. He gave the man a close-lipped smile that had him backing away a step before he realised what little good it would do. “Don’t you think you ought to be on your knees about now?” Daniel taunted, happy to wait for the man’s response as he continued inspecting him from head to toe, nothing more than a predator assessing prey.

“What good will it do?” the tiny asked, not a question. “You’re only going to do as you please anyway.”

“Well… uh, what’s your name little dude?” Daniel asked, hoisting an elbow lazily on the table and propping his head up in the palm of his hand.

“Calvin.”

“Well Calvin, here’s the thing. You’re right that this is only going to end one way and it isn’t going to be good for you.” Daniel could have sworn the man gulped, much to his delight. “However, the way you interact with me now is going to make quite a lot of difference.”

“What kind of difference? Dead is dead, so just get on with it.” Calvin said quietly, but not meekly.

“I’m so glad you asked! For example,” Daniel started, before slamming his hand down from where it had been propping his head up right down on top of Calvin’s miniscule frame, pinning him to the table. Calvin let out a pained scream as all of the air was forced from his lungs and he was left gasping for breath. Each gulp for air made more and more difficult as Daniel slowly applied pressure to his chest. “You choose whether the experience leading up to your inevitable demise is going to be painful or pleasurable.”

Daniel didn’t make it easy for Calvin to answer as he kept his hand flat on the smaller man’s body, it was an effort not to ease up on him so he could focus on more precise fondling gestures, but that would come later…

“Pleasurable?” Calvin rasped as he finally managed to control his breathing enough to reply. It was an effort for Daniel not to smile too broadly.

“That’s right, I don’t have to be the only one enjoying myself.” Daniel cooed as he gently began easing his vice like crushing of the panting man beneath his hand. “Suppose it’s only fair to give you an example of that too before you make your final decision.”

With that, Daniel got to what he’d been waiting for. He could have just started fondling Calvin the moment he got his hands on him, but futile as it may have been the tiny man would have struggled against his grip and that would have made things cumbersome. Now that Daniel had made this little show of dominance, his hands would be permitted to roam as freely as he liked, so that’s exactly what they did.

At first Daniel just took his index finger and trailed it down Calvin’s torso from neck to navel, stroking the man a few times as he lay there on the table, similar to how one might pet a stray dog to let them know you’re friendly. Calvin stiffened at the touch to begin with, seeming to just lie there and marvel at the sheer size of the single digit that could snuff out his existence. Daniel wondered whether the man had ever let a normal sized person get so close to him before now. In any case, once it was clear that Daniel wasn’t about to crush him Calvin’s body relaxed and even seemed to arch into the touch, that’s when Daniel realised he had his captives complete submission. Pleasure it is then.

Using two hands now, Daniel pinched the two sides of Calvin’s shirt and ripped it apart before giving his pants the same treatment. He’d expected the man to put up some resistance to that, but he seemed to have completely checked out, which was perfect. Daniel scooped up the tiny form of the man, lifting him by one arm before rolling him between the thumb and index finger of his other hand, gently pressing into Calvin’s body now and then, almost like a massage.

In truth, Daniel was just trying to get a feel for how durable these little fuckers are. He knew from his lessons they had some resistance to pressure and had even heard some stories of little people being stepped on and surviving. That was something he intended to figure out for himself soon enough, though perhaps not with Calvin. This little pet had been helpful enough already, his occasional grunts and moans when Daniel squeezed him tighter and tighter told him he didn’t need to bother being too gentle with the rest of the family once he finally got his hands on them. If anything, Daniel got the impression the man was actually enjoying this!

Having outlived his usefulness there was only one thing left to do now with Calvin, so Daniel once again pinched him by an arm and raised him up, up, up until he was dangling over his now open mouth.

“What are you doing!” Calvin screamed.

“Well I was told you wanted to welcome me with a meal, but I don’t see any food so… you’ll have to do!” Daniel teased, before slowly lowering Calvin down toward his outstretched tongue. He couldn’t help but be fascinated by the sensation of the man’s puny little feet slipping and sliding all over it as he lowered him just enough to stabilise himself. Once again lost in the thrall of his own power trip Daniel couldn’t help but play with his food as he lapped at Calvin with his tongue, still propping him up with one hand, coating the man in saliva until he was covered in it from head to toe.

“Well it’s been fun little dude, but I’m afraid our time together is at an end,” Daniel announced as he snapped out of his stupor. “After all, I’d be a pretty piss poor guest if I kept the rest of your family waiting.”

“No please! Leave them-”

Daniel didn’t wait to hear the rest as he released his grip on Calvin’s arm and watched him free fall the last few inches into his open maw, snapping it shut with a satisfying clack. He allowed himself to savour the moment one last time, using his tongue to push Calvin around like a mint or a cough drop, sucking on him ever so slightly.

In an act of what Daniel considered to be mercy, he decided to bestow one final gift on the tiny who had been his first. He pressed Calvin back against the roof of his mouth and positioned his tongue between the man’s legs, then used it to gently, then vigorously stimulate the area for a few minutes until he tasted something salty on the tip of his tongue. Daniel couldn’t suppress his smile, or the chuckle that reverberated through his throat, as well as Calvin’s entire body as it went limp on Daniel’s tongue. Bargain fulfilled and pleasure granted, there was nothing left for Daniel to do but tip back his head and gulp, swallowing Calvin whole, load and all.