“All the guys who were bigger than me and treated me like shit, suddenly only knee-high to me. I only pictured guys, and in my fantasy they shrank out of their clothes and they were all naked, trying to cover their dicks, trying to get away from me. They weren’t fast enough at that size, and I could just grab them and do whatever I wanted with them.”
Jake poked at Brandon’s chest. Brandon squirmed a bit, but didn’t fight it. Liam didn’t want to watch Brandon be humiliated, but be couldn’t stop staring as Jake fondled him. Jake flipped Brandon around so his back was facing Liam. The loincloth was narrow so the dimpled sides of his ass were exposed. Jake prodded it with his fingers.
Brandon set him down and Liam stood in just his tented red boxer-briefs. He was tiny, nearly naked and visibly aroused under the scrutiny of this god. It could have been intimdating, but in Brandon’s gaze and careful handling, Liam felt safe. Brandon put the tweezers down and rubbed Liam’s chest and belly with the flat of his fingernail.
Jake leaned down really close to him and started inspecting his body. He took a step back but Jake nudged him forward again. He could feel the other guy’s breath against his skin. He was so close that Cody could only look at one eye at a time. He could see his own naked body reflected in them.
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