Liam was ecstatic as a relieved Brandon was dropped into the shirt pocket next to him. He wrapped his arms around Brandon’s bare torso. When Brandon made an “oof” sound, Liam stepped back and looked at him. The top of Brandon’s head was nose-height to Liam.
“Stand straight,” said Liam.
“I am, Li.”
Brandon’s voice was resigned. Liam knew Brandon’s natural height was several inches taller than him, but now he was the shorter one. He shifted uncomfortably under Liam’s gaze.
“Not quite as impressive anymore, I guess…”
“You’re still the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Brandon didn’t respond. Liam wished he could think of something to say that would make him feel better.
“Poor Bran,” said Jake from above them. “Not used to being the smallest?”
Liam clenched his jaw. He wanted to tell Jake to lay off but he didn’t want to risk their agreement. He put his hand on the small of Brandon’s back. His fingers brushed the top of the loincloth Brandon had been forced to wear. The discussion of taking it off had been forgotten.
“Well, I’ve got another present for you Liam. Since I’m such a great owner, I got you a better place to stay than a cardboard box.”
Liam looked up, nervous about what Jake might be planning.
“What?”
“Hang on,” said Jake.
He took the pair out of his pocket and set them on the desk near the jar. Cody watched from inside. He nodded at Liam. His hands were still bound behind his back.
Jake had leaned down to the base of the desk and he was pulling something from a plastic shopping bag. He got it free of the bag and held it up in front of them. It was not quite as wide as the box, but it was taller. It had a green plastic base and horizontal metal bars making up its walls and ceiling. Inside there were several green plastic platforms attached to the base. Each had a ramp leading up to it. At the back stood a red plastic cylinder with an open side facing them.
“A mouse cage?” said Liam.
“A Liam cage,” said Jake. “Nice, right? Told you I’d take good care of you.”
Living in a mouse cage was totally demeaning and Liam was once again confused by the hard-on forming in his pants. He glanced at Brandon, who shrugged. Liam supposed a mouse cage was better than Brandon’s accommodations.
Jake was watching him expectantly. He seemed oddly eager for Liam to like his new home, and Liam wanted to stay on his good side for Brandon’s sake, so he did his best to look happy.
“It’s great, Jake. Now I won’t be stuck in the dark all day.”
Jake grinned.
“Well, come on and check it out.”
He opened the metal door and put Liam and Brandon inside.
“Nice, right? Exercise wheel and everything. I know you like to stay fit, Bran.”
“So he can stay with me?” said Liam.
“In a few days, if you keep your promise.”
“Right.”
In truth, Liam would rather be in the box. He could try and make a hole in the cardboard to escape and get to Jake’s phone. Getting out of the cage seemed much less likely, the bars were too close together.
“Hang on,” said Jake. “I just thought of something.”
He rushed from the room, and came back a moment later with something in his hands. He opened the cage and set it in front of them. It was Brandon’s bed.
“Now you’ve got a good place to sleep, too! Nice, right?”
“Yeah,” said Liam.
The bed looked a bit small for him, and it felt awkward to have Jake give him something that belonged to Brandon. At least it would smell like Brandon when he went to sleep. That would be nice, until he had the real thing to go to bed with.
“Alright,” said Jake. “I’ll let you get used to your new place then. Don’t get too comfortable Bran, you’re still going on the wall tonight.”
Jake turned to Cody, who sat in the jar watching them.
“I’ve got something for you too, Toy, but I need to get it ready, so don’t go anywhere.”
After Jake left, Liam sat on the bed and patted the spot next to him. Brandon joined him and Liam put his arm over Brandon’s shoulders.
“At least we’re together right now,” he said. “And in a few days we can be together all the time, that’s something, right.”
“Yeah,” said Brandon. “I guess that’s something.”
Cody’s shoulders were sore from having his arms behind his back all day. He just wanted to stretch them out. He didn’t even care about not being able to cum. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d held back. On the swim team in college they all used to hold back before every competition. The theory was they’d have higher testosterone and be more aggressive. Cody wasn’t sure that science was sound, but it was kind of a bonding experience for the team. Palling around to keep each other distracted from the urge to nut. Commiserating in the locker room about how horny they were, how they were popping boners all the time. The build-up to the competition and then the sweet release afterwards.
It had even led to Cody’s first experience with a guy. He was between girlfriends and coming off one of his best competitions. He’d set a new p.r. in the hundred meter freestyle and he wanted nothing more than a celebratory fuck to cap things off. With limited options, he’d gone to the sauna to relax before he went back to his dorm to take care of himself. His teammate Richie Torres was already enjoying the steam when Cody stepped in with just a small towel wrapped around his waist.
“Nice job out there, dude” Richie said. “Surprised you’re not out celebrating.”
He pumped his arms and hips to show Cody what kind of celebrating he meant. As he did his towel came open and left his hip bare. Richie didn’t fix it.
“Angela and I broke up last weekend,” said Cody, raising his right hand, “so I’ve got a date with mister handy tonight.”
“Broke up right before a meet? Bad timing.”
“What about you? Got anyone to ‘break your fast’ with?”
“Nah, haven’t really been hitting it off with the ladies lately.”
Something about the tone of his voice and the way Richie looked away when he said this seemed odd.
“I’m surprised,” said Cody, “jock stud like you, I’d think you’d be fighting them off.”
Richie gave Cody a long look, sweeping his gaze up and down Cody’s long, lean body.
“Kind of had other things one my mind besides women lately.”
Cody wasn’t sure if he was reading the situation right, but they were alone and he was horny and he decided to take a chance. He started to open his towel.
“Guess we don’t really need these,” he said. “We’ve both seen everything already.”
Cody’s dick was already fluffed up from the residual horniness of two weeks without release. The sight of Richie sitting there, his damp, dark hair falling into his eyes and his firm, light brown body shimmering with sweat was making it twitch and grow. He glanced down at it.
“Damn, I’m so horny. Hope this doesn’t bother you.”
Richie unwrapped his own towel. He had a trimmed but thick patch of dark pubic hair and a juicy, uncut dick resting between his smooth, tight thighs. His dick jumped and started to stretch forward.
“Long as mine doesn’t bother you,” he said, looking Cody right in the eyes.
Cody hesitated. One of them would have to say it.
“Actually,” he said slowly. “I’m so damn horny at this point, you’re kind of doing it for me.”
Cody squeezed his semi hard dick and grew a little bigger. Richie licked his lips. His own cock was rising from the bench.
“No one else here,” said Richie. “Maybe I can do a little more for you.”
Cody’s dick swelled to full size. It bobbed up from between his legs. That seemed to be enough of an answer for Richie who got on his knees between Cody’s legs, taking Cody’s big nine-incher in his hands.
“Fuck, this thing gets huge,” said Richie.
He wrapped his soft lips around the head and proceeded to give Cody the best blow job he’d ever received. Richie had clearly done it before, probably a lot to be this skilled. Cody put his hands on Richie’s head, weaving his fingers into Richie’s hair, and he muttered words of encouragement. He could see down Ritchie’s broad straight back to the big cheeks below. They were quivering with the motion of the blow job Richie was giving him. Cody wondered how good it would feel to sink himself between them.
When Cody warned Richie he was about to cum, Richie just kept his mouth in place and sucked harder. Cody’s orgasm was so intense, if not for Richie’s mouth around it, he was sure he’d have painted the wall across from him. Instead, Richie drank it all down and kept his mouth in place until Cody was shaking from the overstimulation of his cock as it became hypersensitive.
Cody returned the favor, once he recovered. It only seemed right, and he was curious to learn how a dick tasted. He wasn’t nearly as good as Richie had been, he was sure of that, but he tried his best. His teammate seemed to enjoy what he did and when he came, Cody made the effort to swallow it.
They blew each other a few times after that. Once, Cody even got to slide into the thick ass that always looked so inviting. Richie seemed to have far less experience with that and he’d been nervous about Cody’s size. At first he just looked uncomfortable and Cody thought about pulling out, but then he shifted his angle a bit and suddenly Richie was moaning with a surprised look on his face, his dick standing straight up. He came before Cody did, not even touching himself.
Afterwards, Cody tried to kiss him but Richie pulled away. He seemed embarrassed and couldn’t quite meet Cody’s eyes and they never fooled around again after that. Now that Cody had experienced a hands-free cum, he understood a little better what Richie must have been feeling. At the time, Cody loved that he could make a guy cum like a girl. He soon found other guys online who would bottom for him. They were all more experienced than Richie had been and Cody soon learned how to use his big tool as skillfully with men as he did with women. He began to look forward to his interludes between girlfriends. It was always a special thrill to him when he managed to fuck the cum out of another guy.
Sitting in Jake’s room in his jar, Cody realized these memories were starting to get him hard so he tried to think about something else. He wondered what Jake was preparing for him. Whatever it was, he was sure he wouldn’t like it. Brandon’s and Liam’s “gifts” had both been degrading and Cody was sure Jake would save the worst for him.
Whatever it was, it was taking a while. Jake had been gone for nearly an hour. Cody wished he’d fed them before he started, they hadn’t eaten since breakfast and Cody’s stomach was growling.
When Jake finally returned, he didn’t have their dinner, but he did have Cody’s new gift dangling from his hand. It appeared to be a thimble, though it was too small for normal-sized fingers. It had a tiny chain that looked like it came from a necklace or some kind of jewelry. The middle of the chain was soldered to the thimble, just under the rim. Tiny holes had been drilled into the thimble under the rim so that to point where the chain was soldered and the two holes formed a triangle. Each half of the chain looped through one of the holes and hung loose from it.
“For you to wear,” Jake told Cody, as if that explained it somehow.
Cody was perplexed but he didn’t like whatever this was. Jake took him out of the jar and set him on the desk.
“Stick your legs through the loops,” said Jake.
Cody didn’t move.
“We can do this the easy way or the hard way, Toy. The hard way involves me taping you down to the desk and forcing you into this, and then punishing you for being disobedient. Your choice.”
Cody felt a twinge in his ass when Jake mentioned punishment. His cheeks had been sore all day after his spanking, and he didn’t need to go through that again. Fighting this was pointless, so he stuck his left leg into one of the loops, and then his right leg into the other.
“Good toy. You’re already getting more obedient,” said Jake. “Keep it up and maybe I’ll get you something better than Brandon’s fitness crap to eat.”
Jake slid the weird thing up Cody’s legs, capping the thimble over Cody’s dick. As Jake fit it to him, Cody saw that it was like some kind of weird jockstrap, with the thimble forming the pouch and the chain as the straps and waistband. Jake pulled the chain tight against Cody’s legs and waist, holding the loose ends together at his back.
“This will keep your dick secure without having to tie your arms up,” said Jake. “I had to shrink the thimble down some for a good fit.”
He produced a small, heart-shaped padlock. Cody recognized it as the kind that came with the little pink diaries they sold at the store. Jake pressed it to the small of Cody’s back and Cody heard the lock click. When Jake let go, the makeshift chastity belt held tight around Cody’s waist and legs, trapping his dick in the thimble.
“How am I supposed to piss like this?” said Cody.
“The thimble has little holes in it.”
Cody wiggled his hips, but the thimble stayed firmly in place. Jake was grinning at him and Cody would have given anything to sock his smug face at that moment. He tried to think of some way to talk Jake out of this.
“Come on, dude. This is seriously fucked up,” said Cody.
“I told you,” said Jake. “That’s my dick, and I want your hands off it. Could have just done as I asked last night but you had to be stubborn.”
Jake unlooped the rubber bands from Cody’s arms. It was a huge relief to his shoulders and Cody rubbed them. He grabbed the thimble and tried to pull it off his dick, but the chains held it tight. He reached for the lock behind him and shook it, but it didn’t unlock or come free from the chain. Cody thought about all the times he’d found these things smashed up in the shipment. They really were flimsy little things, to a normal-sized person at least, but for Cody there was no budging this one. It bounced against his ass when he walked, stinging his still-tender cheeks, and the excess chain slapped against his thighs.
“Jake, this is–“
“You call me ‘Sir.'”
Cody groaned.
“Sir. Take this off me, I promise I won’t touch my dick.”
“Are you telling me what to do, Toy?”
Cody took a breath and tried to stay calm.
“I mean, please sir, will you take this off me?”
“No.”
Cody wanted to yell at Jake, the urge was almost unbearable, but he knew that wouldn’t lead anywhere good. He noticed Liam and Brandon watching him from the cage. Liam made a sympathetic face, but somehow that just made Cody feel worse.
Jake watched him for a bit, like he was waiting to see if Cody would fuck up. He was probably eager to deliver another punishment, but Cody was determined not to give him an excuse. Eventually Jake seemed satisfied Cody wasn’t going to act out. He pulled his shoes off and set his bare feet on the desk.
“Alright, Toy, you got a night off from foot duty yesterday, but you’re on the job tonight, so make these puppies feel good.”
Jake wriggled his luscious toes at Cody, who felt his dick start to chub up. It pressed uncomfortably tight against the thimble. He pressed his hands to the thimble, but it blocked any sensation from getting to his trapped dick. Cody looked up at the feet before him. He ached for them, wanted nothing more than to free his dick and stuff it between Jake’s toes, but all he could do was look at them and fill the tight thimble with his hard, frustrated dick.
This was nothing like holding his nut back in college.
Jake relaxed as Cody massaged his feet. He could tell the little guy was uncomfortably aroused. This was working just like he hoped. Cody was walking weird too, the weight of the lock on his back seemed to make him hobble a bit. Jake liked that. Cody wouldn’t be running off anywhere with his new cock cage on.
While Cody worked and suffered, Jake took Liam and Brandon out of the cage. They’d been snuggled up on one of the platforms, watching the presentation of Cody’s new apparel. Now it was time to put their promise to the test. Jake put them on the desk in front of him and looked at Brandon.
“You. Dance for me. Make it sexy.”
Brandon’s brow wrinkled momentarily, but then he started to swivel his chiseled hips and undulate his muscular torso. Jake got his phone out and put an EDM playlist on as the little stud danced like a go-go boy in his leopard-print loincloth.
Jake’s dick twitched as he watched the show. He picked Liam up, holding him with both hands cradled around him.
“You’ve been my pet for two nights and we’ve barely played together,” said Jake. “Why don’t you take your clothes off, I want to see you naked.”
Like Brandon, there was a moment’s hesitation and then Liam started pulling his pants off. He quickly disrobed. Jake watched and his dick started to grow in his briefs. Liam and Jake had been naked together plenty of times, and Jake liked Liam’s smooth, slender bodyz. His size made Liam seem so much more vulnerable like this and that turned Jake on a lot. Once Liam was naked, Jake saw that the little guy was also hard.
“What’s got you all riled up?” said Jake. “Getting naked for me? Watching Brandon’s little show?”
“Uh, it’s the show,” said Liam.
He seemed nervous and Jake could tell it was more than just Brandon’s dancing that was turning him on. He’d known Liam long enough to know that he wasn’t an exhibitionist either.
“Do you like your little mouse cage?” said Jake.
“Sure,” said Liam. “It’s great.”
“And do you like being my little pet mouse?”
Liam looked at Jake in surprise. His dick jumped and the tip glistened with a drop of precum.
“That’s it, huh? You like being my pet. My caged little guy.”
Liam looked bewildered. He was scanning the room like he’d find some kind of answer written on the walls. His dick was twitching and his hands hovered near it as if he was going to stroke it or try to hide it, but he did neither.
“You don’t have to say it, I can tell. I’m happy you like it so much. I’m going to take such good care of you, Liam. You’ll happy as my pet.”
Jake unbuckled his belt and unfastened his jeans. He pulled his dick out of his briefs. As he did, he saw that Cody and Liam had paused at their tasks and were watching him and Liam.
“No one said stop,” Jake told them. “Brandon, get hard. Help him out, Toy, then go back to my feet.”
They looked at each other and then Cody knelt in front of Brandon and pull his loincloth to the side. He started to fondle Brandon’s dick. Jake turned back to Liam in his hand. Liam was watching the pair on the desk hungrily.
“I don’t care that you’re into Brandon,” said Jake. “He is hot, but he’s just a toy. I’m the only giant you need.”
He flicked his tongue out against Liam’s dick. Liam sucked in a breath. Jake used his tongue to bat Liam’s hard-on around. Liam moaned and squirmed. Jake stroked Liam’s ass with his finger. He loved how horny Liam was getting. Jake continued to play with him until Liam was a quivering little bundle of need.
He knew what Liam needed most of all, and the one drawback to Liam’s new size was that Jake was too big to give it to him. But he knew who could.
It was agony for Cody, being so close to these gorgeous feet Jake had, being hard as a rock, his dick throbbing and drooling, and unable to even give it a squeeze or a stroke. It also didn’t help that Brandon was right there, moving his sexy body to the music with the grace of a panther. The loincloth bounced around as Brandon danced, giving Cody occasional glimpses of what lay beneath.
And then Jake had ordered him to help Brandon get hard, and suddenly Brandon’s fat, swelling dick was in Cody’s hands. He stroked it like it was his own, treating it to all the sensations he was unable to give himself. He teased the shaft and head with his fingers. He squeezed it to feel its wide girth in his palm. He stroked it slowly with a flat hand, letting the side of his finger just brush the rim of the reddened head. He danced his fingertips over the plump balls dangling beneath, watching Brandon’s dick twitch.
But Jake grabbed Brandon off the desk, and held him next to Liam. Cody watched in frustration. He had a strange feeling. He didn’t want to be here, tiny and captive and horny as hell with his dick locked away. He didn’t want to be used like this, but he didn’t like being left out either. He sighed and smacked the side of his thimble cock-cage in frustration. All he got for it was a sore finger.
He returned to Jake’s feet, not wanting to risk punishment if he slacked off. As he pressed his palms and elbows into the fleshy pads of the sole, he watched what Jake did with the other two. Jake had slicked up Brandon’s dick with his tongue and done the same to Liam’s ass. He teased them both a bit and then Cody was surprised to see Jake press them together and order Brandon to mount Liam. They seemed a little stunned at first, but they cooperated without any argument. Jake did more than watch them fuck. He had his fingers on Brandon’s hips, guiding him and controlling his rhythm. He was using Brandon to fuck Liam.
Brandon was worried. He’d never consider forcing himself on Liam, but that’s how this felt. Liam’s moans and the way he pushed back against Brandon’s thrusts sure made it seem like he was enjoying it, but was that real or just an act to keep Jake happy? The thought of Liam pretending to enjoy this, just to win Brandon’s freedom from the blister pack, was horrifying. He leaned closer when he could and whispered to Liam’s ear.
“Are you okay?”
The long pause before Liam answered was devastating. Brandon felt his dick start to soften, certain his fears were true. Then the answer came.
“I’m more than okay. Breed me, Brandon.”
Brandon’s dick hardened right back up and he did his best to get the depth and angle that seemed to please Liam the most. He was only partly in control, with Jakes thumb pressed against his ass and Jake’s finger to his belly, setting the rhythm and force of his thrusts. Sometimes Jake would hold Brandon’s hips to slow him down. He switched out their positions several times as well. When they were face-to-face, Brandon was glad to see Liam’s expression of ecstacy. Liam’s eyes were fluttering back, his brow furrrowed, his mouth hanging open as he made a faint whimpering sound.
Jake was speaking instructions softly to them. Harder. Faster. Stroke his hair. Rub his back. Smack his ass. Grab his dick. Brandon followed his orders, the fuck-puppet to Jake’s porno-puppeteer.
“Tell him how good his ass feels while you fuck him slowly,” said Jake. “He likes that.”
Brandon leaned closer to Liam’s face.
“Your ass feels so good, Liam,” he breathed. “You feel like heaven. I want to bury myself in here forever. I want to be so deep inside you. I want to hit your spot just right. You feel so good, baby.”
Liam’s whimpers became moans as Brandon spoke and then he rolled his head back.
“I’m cumming!” he gasped. “Fuck!”
Jake’s fingertip spread Brandon’s cheeks apart and brushed his tight little pucker and then Brandon was cumming too, making short, hard thrusts as he shot spurt after spurt of hot cum into Liam.
They collapsed together on Jake’s palm, sweaty and breathing heavy. Liam pressed his lips to Brandon’s and they kissed deeply as they were jostled by Jake shifting around. A few moments later they heard Jake beating off and not long after that, they were thrust under Jake’s dick as he spattered cum down on them. Brandon’s back took most of it, shielding Liam who lay below him. The tiny couple continued to make out, oblivious to the giant world around them.
