Justin ran for all he was worth, his breath coming in ragged gasps while his arms pumped at his sides.

The floor shook as a sneaker slid in front of him, forcing him to quickly jump, plant his hands on the soft black toe, and slide across it only to land on his feet mid-stride. Without even slowing down, he spun about the front of the right shoe that was already waiting to trip him up. Coming out the other side, the shrunken man sped up because he fully expected to see a shadow expanding around him from the foot rising up into the air.

Instead though, a feminine voice rang out, “Seriously, Aiden?”

The giant's chuckle was cut short and his feet remained planted on the floor behind Justin, who took the opportunity to slow down and catch his breath. He looked up to see the brutish face of his captor frowning as he looked across at the girl seated in front of his desk.

At first, Justin had thought that Aiden really was only screwing around with Emma and Lexi. As the days turned into weeks though, he had encountered the last girl in the giant frat boy's rotation: Kimberly.

Unlike Lexi, who Justin had quickly realized was aware that she was one of several girls and seemed to delight in reminding Aiden that he was only one of several possibilities hanging about in her phone all of whom had to also complete with her 'shrunken dyke', which is what she called her shrunken prisoner. Or even Emma, who clearly knew that there were other girls even though she wasn't exactly sure who they were. Kimberly seemed to actually believe that Aiden was faithful to her.

The little man would have felt bad for the giant naive girl if not for the fact that she had her own shrunken prisoner who seemed to spend most of his time being battered beneath her dainty foot.

She sat with her legs crossed beneath her on Aiden's desk chair, with a large textbook and an accompanying binder sprawled across her lap. Her laptop also sat open on the giant's desk with notes and various other study aids on its screen.

The first time Justin had seen the mousy girl with her long brown hair and big circular glasses show up at Aiden's room only to watch them dry hump for an hour while making out, he had struggled to understand why Aiden was interested in her at all. He was already fucking two gorgeous sorority girls, one of whom was completely accepting of the fact that they were both seeing other people, why did he need to mess around with such a cute and seemingly chaste girl?

The giant's life, as far as Justin was concerned, was what college movies promised kids their lives would be like on campus; an endless parade of sexual escapades with absurdly attractive young women.

Yet, several times, he had watched Kimberly set firm boundaries with the immense behemoth, refusing to do more than give him the occasional vigorous handjob. And every time, Aiden had simply taken a deep breath, gave her a kiss on the forehead, and told her it was great.

Then one night, he had watched as she helped him study and his stomach had churned in response to the giant's suddenly obvious reasoning. All he had to do was be the girl's idea of what a sweet, if still horny, guy was and she helped him pass his classes.

Justin didn't think he could be more disgusted with a man who forced him to lick his sneakers clean and regularly gave him nothing more than crackers coated in cum to eat so that he could 'bulk up' but watching Aiden play Kimberly truly made him want to vomit. Worse still, while spending an afternoon cleaning Aiden's Air Jordan 7s, he had been forced to listen while Aiden explained to one of his fraternity brothers that he thought of Kimberly as a 'challenge' and was curious to see just when she would 'break' and let him take her virginity.

The shrunken man couldn't help but be reminded that if Aiden's life was a college movie, the giant sure as hell wasn't the hero.

“Babe, c'mon, you know it's Fight Night tonight,” the giant said in a soothing voice while he reached out to gently touch her knee, “He needs to train.”

Kimberly looked down at Justin, her brow knitted in concentration before she let out a slight huff that sent a few errant hair strands flying about her face, “You know, it'd be better for him if you let him rest ahead of a fight. He's more likely to hurt himself rather than anyone else if he overexerts himself.”

“That's a really good point, babe,” Aiden nodded while his hand moved a little further to squeeze her thigh, “And he will spend the rest of the day conserving his energy in his cage.”

Her face softened slightly from Aiden acquiescing and she nodded, “Good because you really don't need any more distractions. This midterm is going to be right after Homecoming...”

“I know, babe,” he squeezed her thigh again before his hand drifted away to tap the toe of her wide New Balance sneakers, “But are you telling me you don't have a little distraction in here?”

Kimberly giggled and a faint pink color came to her otherwise pale skin, “He is in there but that's different. He helps me to focus whereas using your feet to make a little obstacle course for that little guy pulls your focus away.”

Aiden smirked while shrugging his shoulders, “If you say so, babe.”

She giggled before reaching up to grasp his jaw with both of her hands. “You're so cute when you say that,” she cooed while pulling his face to hers. The long sleeves of her Kappa Kappa Gamma sweater slid down her spindly forearms as she planted her thin mouth against his full lips.

The giant leaned into the kiss, moaning slightly before one of Kimberly's hands drifted down and pressed firmly against his chest.

They parted with a faint slurping noise before she giggled, “You're not going to distract me that easily, Aiden.”

He simply smirked at her and batted his eyes in a way that must have managed to seem endearing given how Kimberly laughed. Justin's stomach twisted about in discomfort and his whole body winced in unbidden sympathy for the unwitting giantess.

The giant turned his attention back to his own, far less organized, notebook and the laptop that sat on his unmade bed, “Anyway, you were saying, babe?”

“Aiden,” the girl giggled, “Aren't you forgetting something?”

One of Kimberly's delicate fingers poked out from the long sleeve of her sweater to point down at Justin.

Aiden's enormous head turned and his easygoing smile twitched in annoyance for a second. “Oh right,” the bed groaned as Aiden leaned down with his enormous hand outstretched, “Sorry, babe.”

Justin's whole body screamed at him to run but he knew better.

His earliest attempts to simply outrun Aiden directly led to the 'obstacle course' composed of the giant's ever shifting feet that he had to run multiple times a day. Strong fingers wrapped around his body and hauled him into the sky, which made his head spin and stomach flop about but he knew that Aiden didn't care. He swung through the air, wind whistling in his ears, before he was deposited into his now familiar cage.

The hand retreated but before the door could rattle shut, he felt softer quakes through the red plastic floor. “Aiden, you can't just put him in there with nothing,” Kimberly giggled while wrapping her arms around the giant's immense torso.

The petite girl barely rose to the giant's shoulder, a height disparity that always made Justin shudder when he thought about the way the girl's foot could easily squash him. She patted Aiden's firm chest before the world shook once more from her stepping away.

Watching the giantess stride over to the boy's densely packed laundry basket, Justin began to shake his head while high above him he heard Aiden start to chuckle. Kimberly pulled two long black crew socks out from the depths of Aiden's soiled clothes, and the little man yelped as he remembered the stench of them.

The giant and his frat brothers had played basketball three days prior and those were the socks he had worn. Aiden had laughed when he pried off the sneakers he actually played basketball in, a beat up pair of mostly black dunks, and set his enormous feet down in front of Justin. He had roared something about the 'smell of victory' while the odor made the shrunken man cough and sputter on the floor below. The little man had then spent the afternoon massaging Aiden's feet while the giant played video games.

“Here, these are nice and soft for him,” Kimberly boomed as she slid the socks into Justin's cage, their smell diminished but still strong enough to tickle his nostrils.

“You don't think they're a little rank, babe?” Aiden asked while his beefy arm pulled her against his chest.

Her pale cheeks flushed pink once again while she shrugged, “I mean, it's just, you know... whatever...” Justin watched as Aiden cocked an eyebrow then smirked before the girl pulled away from him, “C'mon, we need to study.”

Her fingers smacked the door shut and everything shook as she walked away with Aiden following a moment later. Their voices rumbled but Justin had found it relatively easy to ignore the thunderous conversations of gigantic college kids.

Instead, he found himself staring down at the long socks. Even at a glance, he knew that they were thick and cushioned, which the ad copy probably said was for 'enhanced performance' but the shrunken man didn't care because all he knew is that it meant they were soft. However, the smell coming off of them made something catch in the back of his throat.

The amount of times Aiden's foot had rolled over him, pinning his shrunken body against the floor while callused flesh molded atop him, should have made it easy to just lay down. Yet, the sheer disgust of laying down on another man's soiled socks made him remain standing despite his sore legs.

Justin stood there for a long moment, his hamstrings and quads practically vibrating, before he finally managed to overcome the indignation inside him. He spun about and then fell back, unwilling to flop face first into the thick black fabric. They were thankfully dry when he fell down against them but a stale stench rose all around him, making him cough for a second before his nose quickly went blind to it.

He stretched slightly against the soiled cotton and tried not to think about the countless humiliations he had suffered over the past few weeks. Justin still didn't want to admit that this was his life now but he knew that at the very least he needed to do his best to survive.

That was why when Aiden demanded he start working out within a few days of his capture, Justin finally found an order he was willing to fulfill without hesitation. Even though it had only been a few weeks and he didn't have the advantages of anything resembling modern work out supplements, Justin had to admit that he was filling more fit than he had in years.

His job had kept him pretty strong but it also sapped him of any energy he had at the end of the day to do anything else that kept him in actual shape. His joints ached, his muscles would seize up if he moved the wrong way, and he'd get winded going up more than one flight of stairs.

While he was still sore, his muscles were more limber than ever and the familiar creak of his aging joints had grown quieter. There was also a little more definition to his body than there was before, though Justin doubted that had anything to do with muscle growth and more to do with the fact that Aiden kept him on a perverse diet that left his body no choice but to start breaking down the extra pounds he had packed on over the years.

Of course, he knew that Aiden wasn't making him work out so long and hard because the giant young man didn't want to hear him grunt when he bent down to lick a scuff from the toe of his favorite sneaker.

Aiden wanted him in literal fighting shape.

Since his first night, Justin had wondered when he would be thrown into the ring again. He caught glimpses of it sometimes when Aiden brought him to other parts of the house, and every time he shuddered. The memory of shoving a plastic sword into another person's belly, completely by accident, haunted him almost every time he closed his eyes and all the sleep he had gotten since being shrunk down had been a result of total exhaustion rather than the ability to process what he had done.

Now it was finally happening, another Fight Night was upon them.

All Justin had to do was survive, or at least that's what he told himself.

The sound of giant lips sloppily smacking together was enough to pull him from the horrible screams that rang inside his head and the smell of old sweat thankfully displaced the scent of blood and sand in his nostrils.

He lifted his head to stare at Kimberly stretching to meet the giant's full lips while they made out. When they finally pulled apart, she giggled and ran her tongue across lips while Aiden's voice rumbled, “Are you sure you don't want to stay for Fight Night?”

There was just enough of a pleading whine to the boy's words to make it sound like he wanted her to stay. “Aw, Aiden, you know I can't,” Kimberly cooed, “Maybe next semester?”

“Ok,” he pouted just a little bit, which earned him another quick peck on the lips.

“I have to get going, you're not mad, are you?” She pulled from his embrace but her fingers lingered against his while her sneaker, the same one containing her shrunken prisoner, twisted against the floor, “Promise me.”

“I promise I'm not mad, babe,” Aiden replied, giving her hand a squeeze, “Want me to walk you back?”

“You're such a gentleman,” She giggled while stepping away, “But no, I know you need to help your brothers prep for the party. Don't have too much fun without me, ok?”

“Never, babe, you know that.”

Her cheeks remained flushed as she stepped out of Aiden's room, shutting the door behind her.

Justin watched Aiden stand in the center of his room, the bulge obvious in his black joggers, while he waited a long moment. Through the frat house's walls and the din of the giants getting ready for the night, it was difficult to hear but the front door clearly opened and then shut as Kimberly left the Alpha Chi Rho house for the evening.

“Fuck,” Aiden grumbled while flopping back onto his bed and readjusting his package, “I'm glad Emma's coming tonight cause that chick always leaves me with blue balls.” Justin shuddered as he watched the giant's enormous hands run up and down his crotch, the material of his pants stretching against the meaty cock within, “I know it's going to be worth it cause she's gonna be so fucking tight but fuuuuuuuuck.”

Aiden's head lifted and a gloating grin appeared on his face, “I'd give you a post-workout shake if it wouldn't weigh you down this close to the fight, dude.”

Justin grimaced and even though he doubted Aiden could see his face from across the room, it still provoked a cruel laugh from the giant.

The giant's head hit the pillow while he let out a yawn, “Kimberly was right though, you might as well rest up, you could use it.” Aiden's immense sneakers rose up and then were shoved free of his feet to crash down onto the floor below, “I know I can...”

Justin laid back down against the sock and listened to Aiden's slowing breaths. It was frustrating to admit how calming the slow steady breathing of a slumbering giant was, like a white noise machine on an immense scale. Within a few minutes, Justin's fatigue overtook the scenes playing out in his head and he was pulled into a dreamless slumber.

After what felt like only a minute, the sound of the door opening pulled Justin back into the waking world.

The sun had fully set but there was still enough light coming in from the hallway and the world outside for the shrunken man to make out Emma's familiar shape as she crept up to Aiden's bed. The frame groaned when she leaned against it and her lips pressed against the giant's forehead. Her hand then drifted down to his crotch, gently brushing against it, “Wakey wakey...”

Aiden's low moan rumbled through the world and Justin watched as his head lifted to meet Emma's. Their lips pressed then smacked against each other before the giantess slid her right leg over Aiden's and straddled him, her hands immediately pressing down against his chest. “Do you ever actually study?” She giggled while her hands played across his chest, “I feel like every time I come over you're just playing video games or sleeping.”

The giant's powerful fingers gripped her waist, making her yelp with excitement, “I pass my classes.”

Justin's eyes widened as she bent down to kiss him again, the dark material of her leggings stretching against her taut buttcheeks, “D's get degrees, huh?”

“C's mostly...”

The kissing continued while Justin simply watched as his captor groped the giant girl's body, first his hands squeezing her butt and then sliding inside the cropped hoodie she wore to fondle her breasts. They both moaned loud enough to make the bars of Justin's cage rattle and then he felt his own member stir.

No matter how disgusted he was by what Aiden did to him or how he treated the girls in his life, Justin couldn't stop his body from betraying him at the sight of the immense co-eds. Even though they were all half his age at most, something he silently repeated to himself every time his cock twitched, it was impossible to deny how stunningly attractive they were. When he was safely in his cage and not fearing for his life or being forced to be nothing more than a sex toy in their hands, his own cock would spring to life of its own accord as a monumental porno played out in front of him.

Aiden started to peel back Emma's leggings, revealing dark red panties that complimented her bright red hoodie, but was interrupted by her grabbing his wrists and rising back to a sitting position, “Nuh uh, my pussy is only for winners.”

“You really going to leave me like this, babe?” The giant groaned, his hips gently bucking up against her.

Emma choked down her own gasp of pleasure while she nodded her head, “Yeah, I am.”

“And you're good just getting up and going downstairs, huh?” The smirk on his face was clear in his voice as he ground his throbbing bulge against her womanhood again.

Justin watched her whole body shudder with excitement before she slid forward onto the giant boy's stomach, “You can always eat me out if you want to, Aiden?”

A long silence reigned before Emma swung herself off of the giant, her voice filled with mock hurt, “Yeah, that's what I thought...”

Aiden growled as he stood, his hands gripping her waist and pulling her back against him. He kissed her neck and then her lips before whispering, “You know you can always sit on my face, babe. But we both know that's just the first act...”

Emma wiggled her butt against his crotch while she squirmed against his frame, “God damn right it is...”

The immense pair stood there for a moment, their bodies pressed against each other while their chests rose with excited gasps before they finally managed to pull away with Emma's fingers trailing down his arm until they intertwined with Aiden's. She pulled him toward his dresser and Justin immediately scrambled away from the bars while hunching over, terrified what would happen if the pair noticed his erection.

“Oh my God, are those your socks?” Emma boomed, the lust on her face instantly replaced with disgust as she peered into the cage.

“Yeah, figured I'd give him something soft to rest on before Fight Night.”

“You are so cruel,” despite what she said, Justin couldn't help but notice the grin on Emma's face and the suppressed laughter in her voice. She was clearly more perturbed by seeing the young man's dirty socks laying about than she was by the shrunken man being forced to lay on them.

“I'm a benevolent master,” Aiden replied while his hand opened the cage and snatched Justin up.

He couldn't help but squirm in the giant's grip, even though he knew it was pointless. The momentary protest died when he heard the couple laughing at him though and the world began to blur.

Aiden's darkened room was replaced by a brightly lit hallway and then the cacophony of the house's first floor. The tiny man's heart began to race as Aiden carried him into the crowd. Even though he couldn't really see them while swinging with each of the giant's strides, Justin could still feel all of the frat bros and sorority girls looming over him.

There were definitely more people this time and there was a strange excitement in the air.

When he was dropped into a cage attached to the vast sand pit, Justin turned away from the arena to scan the immense crowd. A terrified shudder immediately went through him when he saw giants who looked far too old to be in college mingling among the youthful faces of the crowd.

Justin knew that Homecoming was that weekend but he hadn't thought about the fact that that meant alumni would be visiting. He watched as men and women his own age, some clearly talking to their own college aged children and others making small talk with students, began to move toward the arena like the house lights had just flashed in a Broadway theater.

Aiden stood directly behind his cage and Emma snaked out of the crowd to hand him a beer before cuddling beneath his beefy arm. Now that she was fully in the light, Justin could make out the three black deltas stretched across her chest.

The poorly secured cage rattled as another couple, easily thirty or so years Aiden and Emma's senior, pushed their way in. The man was dressed in a classic navy blazer over a white shirt with the top button unbuttoned and khakis, his sunkissed skin perfectly matching his thick graying hair and the gold jewelry he sported; an old class ring, an expensive looking watch, and a chain glinting amongst his chest hair. Beside him, his wife had aged a little more gracefully with dark healthy looking hair and only the faintest lines at her eyes and mouth. She wore a tasteful dark blue dress that showed off impressive curves while a necklace of black pearls around her neck helped her to put a new spin on a classic stereotype.

Aiden suddenly pivoted as if to let someone in that Justin couldn't see.

Fear gripped the shrunken man's heart as he wondered if was about to come face to face with the older couple's gigantic kid but instead he saw movement far below him. Peering down, he couldn't stop himself from jumping in shock and he only managed to catch himself from cursing out loud.

A couple of age with the enormous alumni looming over him, huddled in front of the giantess's Louis Vuittons with thin black leather leads rising from their necks up to her perfectly manicured fingers. They were far larger than Justin was, easily three or even four times his size, but that still left them barely knee high to any of the normal sized people in the room.

“Aww, so cute,” Emma suddenly cooed, her cookies-and-cream patterned running shoes coming into Justin's view before she knelt down and reached out a hand to the terrified couple, “Have you had them since college?”

The woman's severe face softened overhead, “I've had mine technically since I was a Freshman. It was the end of the year and she was going to drop out anyway but as for him, I believe it was a few years after you graduated, right, Roger?”

The giant glanced down, as if he had only just noticed the way Emma was knelt down and petting his two leashed slaves. “Oh yeah, he was some punk living outside the building I bought in the village after I made my first million dollar deal. I figured shrinking him down would help clean up the neighborhood.” A brown loafer rose up and then pressed into the shrunken man's back, provoking the faintest whimper from him, “He's come a long way since then. I like to think I've really made something of him.”

Roger's wife giggled and so did Emma, who was busy scratching the older shrunken man beneath his chin like he was a dog. The older woman smiled, “You know, we usually keep them disguised as bichons. I can't tell you how many people bend down to pet them while they beg them to see through the illusion...”

“That's so funny,” Emma thundered as she rose up, her backside suddenly blocking Justin's view.

The shrunken man pulled himself away from the enormous crowd, especially as Roger and Aiden started to talk about the fights. Looking all around the arena, Justin knew that the cages were more full than they had been during the last fight and that meant he'd have to be ready for the onslaught that was about to happen.

A giant's voice roared above everyone else's, so loud that Justin couldn't make out the words, and then there came a loud digital bell.

Two cage doors rattled open and the little man watched as two people his size rushed across the sands. They met each other in the middle, both trying to win an initial grapple while the world shook from the giants crowding in. Justin tried to pull his eyes away from the fight but there was something magnetic about watching the two evenly matched fighters go at it.

They tried to knock each other down while they pounded away at each other's backs and sides, desperately trying to find a hole in the other's guard. Finally, they slammed down into the sand but the advantage was shortlived as the fallen fighter scrambled free.

No quarter was given though as the man who won the grapple latched onto his escapee's ankle then slammed down into the back of his knee with his elbow. The fighter's cry of pain was completely swallowed by the whoops of excitement from the crowd while his opponent slowly clambered atop him.

Even though the shrunken fighter began to pummel the pinned man's face, the fight was already effectively over. There was no coming back from a dislocated knee and the concussion that the pinned man was no doubt suffering.

Yet, no enormous hands intervened because the crowd was enjoying the sight.

Only when the wet slapping of fist meeting face turned into a crunching noise did the giants step in. The winner was hoisted high into the air to the cheers of the crowd while the loser was carried off to who knows where.

As the next fight began, Justin shut his eyes and struggled to steady his clamoring heart.

He knew that he would have to be just as vicious to survive but the very thought made his whole body shake. Justin had only made it through his first melee by sheer dumb luck and even with how much he had exercised, he had no idea how that would actually translate into fighting someone with weapons made of plastic cutlery. All he would have to do is hope that his will to survive was enough to get him through whatever was about to happen.

And then he heard his own cage door rattle open.

“Wh-what?” He looked out, expecting to see all the fighters racing out around him but instead it was just an open and empty pit.

Then he heard the warcry of his opponent and saw the blur streaking around the arena from his left. A wiry young man with a cleanly shaven head was running with ease across the sand and didn't even slow down as he turned into the cage.

Justin just barely managed to get his hands up as his opponent smashed into him and they clattered against the back of the cage, making the whole thing shudder.

“Oh shit!” The announcer's voice was suddenly loud and clear in his head, “We got a cage match, folks!”

The crowd roared in excitement as Justin's savage opponent tried to grab at his greasy locks. Realizing that the younger man was trying to simply smash his head against the bars using his hair, Justin pushed as hard as he could against the writhing column of muscle in front of him.

They both stumbled but Justin followed through with his momentum, pushing his shoulder through his howling opponent's guard and knocking him to the floor. Jumping from the shaking metal to the edge of the sand pit, he broke into a run in a desperate bid to put some distance between him and the wild man.

Giants booed but when he turned around, Justin could see Aiden nodding high overhead while Roger rubbed his chin in thought.

A gibbering streak of muscle was already bounding toward him but this time Justin knew what to expect. He ducked to the side at the last moment and then delivered his own counter, slamming his knee into the middle of the man sailing through the air.

The giants couldn't hear the faint crack of a rib but they all saw the way Justin's attacker writhed in mid-air then flopped about like a fish on the sand.

Rather than simply pummel or stomp on his opponent for maximum carnage though, Justin raised his arms and pumped them like he was a wrestler hyping up the crowd. With his ears already ringing from their shouting, the shrunken man couldn't actually tell if they got louder but he launched into his best approximation of the People's Elbow anyway.

Just as his opponent was starting to recover, his elbow dropped right into his stomach, knocking the wind from him.

Of course, Justin quickly realized why professional wrestlers did it but MMA fighters didn't as his own hard landing against the sand battered him too.

Recovering only mere seconds before his opponent, he struggled to clamber on top of him before he could get back. “Hold still,” Justin hissed, “I don't want to hurt you too badly, we can both get out-”

“Fuck you!” Roared his opponent while bucking and fighting against him, “I'm not going to be trapped in Zach's jock strap for another week. I'm winning! I'm winning!”

The momentary confusion his words caused was all the younger man needed to break the hold and stars flashed across Justin's vision as a fist connected with his temple.

Suddenly the young man was atop him and his hands were clasping around Justin's throat.

“You're going to die here, old man,” he started to cackle, “And Zach's going to give me real food tonight. He said if I win all my fights and he makes enough money, he'll let me go. I can't stay here another year. I won't...”

Justin could feel his lungs burning as he flopped beneath his opponent, struggling against his grip. The words that the young man spoke only served to fill him with more panic because he knew that Aiden had had other shrunken men before him and that meant that he wouldn't face some embarrassing punishment.

It was win or die.

With his shoulders pinned beneath the younger man's knees and his air supply cut off, all Justin had left was his legs. He swung them up as hard as he could and smacked them directly into the back of his opponent's skull.

The younger man staggered forward and Justin threw as much of his weight into a roll as he could. His opponent tumbled while he gasped for breath, rising to his feet and immediately bashing his foot against the rib he cracked earlier.

The wild fighter howled in pain while the crowd roared with every kick.

A bruise was already forming on the younger man's chest when a hand came down to pick him up, the fingers far too slender to belong to Aiden. Justin looked down to see red nails tipped with black standing out against his own weathered skin.

Emma hauled him into the sky while Aiden shook hands with Roger, the pair laughing like they had just won money at a regular sporting event rather than a tournament of shrunken gladiators. Rather than lift him to her face though, she pressed him directly into Aiden's firm butt.

As he sank into the soft material of the giant's joggers, Justin could just make out her soft voice through the din, “I'm going to head upstairs and get your real prize ready for you.”