Keg was on his back sweating it out at the precinct gym. The last hour had been grueling, but he liked to show off now and then. He needed to make sure his fellow officers understood who they were dealing with.
There was one pair who were lost in their own conversation. They were senior to him and they were camped out at the next bench over. He saw them there often, but they never paid him any notice. They always seemed to do more bullshitting than actual lifting. The pair had been parked at that bench since before Keg got there and neither had broken a sweat.
“So desk unit finally gets the one lady off the phone and five minutes later some other chick calls in about her missing brother.”
“Crazy.”
The one telling the story Keg knew by reputation. Mark Cady, a detective. Keg heard that he golfed with the chief on the regular. The other cop was some old-timer. He didn’t matter, but Cady was worth knowing. Keg sat up, mopped his face with his towel and drank some water as he lingered and listened.
“So it turns out, these two guys work at the same place. Some toy store out at that strip mall on the turnpike. Disappeared the same night. I mean, it’s obvious, right? Couple of queers run off together, don’t tell anyone, simple as that.”
“You tell the two chicks that?”
“Nah, I don’t need to deal with that. Best thing is to just let it drop, but that guy Madison is a real tight shirt, you know? He’s watching our desk close right now, which means I gotta go do a bunch of pointless leg work.”
“Interviews?”
“Yeah, they want me to go talk to this Harris guy who was working when they took off. You know what we’re gonna learn from him? Nothing.”
“Waste of time.”
Something bothered Keg about what the detective said. Harris. Jake Harris was coming off the turnpike the other night when he’d blown that red light. He was acting all nervous, too. Maybe he knew something, or maybe he’s just a frightened little shit. It didn’t matter, Keg was pretty sure he could get Harris to say whatever he wanted.
He sat up and turned to the other cops.
“You say Harris? Jake Harris?”
They gave him a look like he’d spoken out of turn. The older one snickered. Cady crossed his arms.
“Could be. As you can see, I don’t have my notes with me.” He gave Keg a cool stare. “Why?”
“I know him is why,” said Keg. “Little punk I went to high school with.”
“When was that, last week?” said the older cop.
Keg ignored him.
“Let me talk to Harris for you. I know him, I’ll get answers from him easy.”
Cady looked skeptical.
“Yeah well, since you were listening, maybe you heard me say we already know what happened.”
“Sure,” said Keg. “Couple of homos, makes sense. If I get Harris to say that, you can put this to bed, right? He’ll tell me whatever I want.”
The pair shared a look. The older one shrugged. Cady seemed to think it over for a second, then he nodded slowly.
“Alright, rookie. Go see your friend and get him to say his faggot co-workers run off together.”
Keg stood up from the bench. His ragged, sweaty t-shirt clung to his beefy frame as he loomed over the pair, who looked suddenly wary now that they were seeing him at his full height.
“I will,” said Keg. “And he’s not my friend.”
Jake woke up with an insistent hard-on bulging in his briefs. He gave it a squeeze. It ached, and he knew it wouldn’t go away soon unless he took care of it.
Liam was in his cage on the desk sleeping in Brandon’s tiny bed. Brandon was still in his packaging on the wall of the other room where Jake had stuck him last night. The pair were still on probation. So far they’d lived up to their promise. Maybe it was time to push a little further.
Jake unlatched the door to the cage and prodded Liam.
“Wake up, dude.”
After a few taps, Liam rolled over and squinted at him.
“Hey,” said Jake.
“Why’d you wake me up?” said Liam, yawning.
Jake pulled his covers back to reveal the big tent in his briefs. Liam stared at it. Jake ran his hand over his bulge slowly and Liam’s eyes followed the motion.
“I’m so hard. This thing is practically ripping through my briefs.”
Liam was silent, but he kept watching and Jake kept stroking himself. He slid his other hand back into the cage and pulled the tiny quilt off Liam, revealing his bulging boxer-briefs. Jake touched Liam’s tent with his fingertip and Liam made a soft noise.
“Horny little critter,” said Jake. “Looks like you could use a hand too. Help me out and I’ll get you back.”
He didn’t wait for an answer, he plucked Liam up out of bed and took him out of the cage. Jake set Liam down on his thigh, near the straining bulge in his briefs.
“You look so small standing next to it,” said Jake. “It’s bigger than you are. Fuck that’s hot. Why don’t you give it a stroke?”
He tapped Liam in the back to urge him on. Liam crept up to it and ran his hand along the side, tracing the impression of the swollen shaft in the smooth, blue fabric. It pulled upward, straining the briefs even harder.
“Good boy,” said Jake. “Stroke it with those tiny hands.”
Liam continued to run his hands along it as it twitched in its cotton cocoon. Jake moaned. He wanted to yank it out and just go to town on it, but he had something better in mind.
“Why don’t you crawl in there with it?”
Liam stopped stroking and glanced at him. He looked hesitant.
“Come on.” Jake prodded him. “Just squeeze inside and show it some love.”
The leg opening of the briefs was already lifting away from Jake’s hips from the force of his swollen dick pressing against them. Liam crouched and pulled the edge up with both hands until the gap was big enough for him to climb in. He hesitated a second, then stuck his head inside. He started to slide his torso up inside. Jake watched Liam’s front half disappear inside his briefs.
“That’s a good boy.”
Jake stroked Liam’s ass and legs as they wiggled inside and disappeared and Liam became just a bulge in the fabric. The Liam bulge crawled up and started to merge with the larger one. The sight of it made Jake’s dick leak. Liam’s arms wrapped around Jake’s shaft as the little guy lay on top of it. He started to squeeze and rub Jake’s dick. Jake felt Liam’s mouth on the head, sucking and licking the spongy flesh as he worked his way around the dome and started to push his tongue into Jake’s slit.
“Yeah baby boy,” Jake moaned. “Eat that cock out. Make daddy feel good.”
Liam used his whole body to stimulate Jake’s dick, squeezing with his arms and legs, his chest and belly rubbing against it and his tiny mouth exploring the surface of the sensitive head. When Liam gave it a long stroke just under the rim, Jake moaned and his dick jumped. Liam lost his grip and toppled over the side. The Liam bulge flailed a moment, then it was moving again. Liam was trying to regain his perch and Jake couldn’t resist toying with him. He pressed a finger to Liam’s back, pinning him against the side of his engorged shaft. Wriggling against it, Liam struggled to get free.
That was too much for Jake.
“Fuck!”
He started shooting hot cum into his briefs as he held Liam in place. The wet spot was growing and his cum started to soak through, gathering in a white blob on the outside. He was surprised at how long it lasted and how much he came. The waves of his orgasm kept rolling over him.
When it finally ended, Jake lay there breathing heavily and cupping his bulge in his hand. With his grip loosened, Liam pulled free and climbed up onto his still-hard shaft. Jake mumbled at him weakly to leave it alone, but Liam got to the head and started rubbing it again. Jake was far too sensitive for that now. He yelped and sat up.
“Fuck! Stop!”
He pulled his briefs open and grabbed Liam by the leg, dragging him out. Liam had a smug grin as he dangled upside-down, looking satisfied with himself.
“Troublemaker,” said Jake, shaking Liam just a bit.
Liam stuck his tongue out. Jake grabbed his briefs by the leg and pulled them up to his knees. Liam’s hard dick and smooth balls flopped out and hung down towards his belly. Jake took them between his lips and started to suck gently, teasing the little dick with his tongue. He heard Liam sigh and felt the little guy’s arms grip his chin. Jake teased Liam’s ass with his free hand, pushing the cheeks apart with the tip of his finger, until he felt Liam’s body tense and tasted a few drops of warm, salty cum on his tongue. He gave Liam’s dick a couple post-orgasm licks as payback, and the little guy bucked.
“Okay! Okay!” Liam laughed.
“Serves you right.”
Jake propped up his pillow and reclined against it, putting Liam down on his flat belly. They watched each other quietly. For a moment, it felt like everything was just like it had been before the shrinking.
The moment was interrupted when Jake’s phone started buzzing on the desk. He picked it up and saw Max’s name on the screen. Jake wondered when he’d ever get a day off again. He put Liam back in his cage and answered the phone, assuring Max that he’d be on his way soon. After he hung up, he got out of bed to get the shrunken men taken care of and then get himself ready to go.
Keg’s shift didn’t start until eight that night, but he took his cruiser out a few hours early. He wanted to swing by the store Jake worked at and see if his car was there. He had the license plate from the ticket he’d issued the other night. It was easy to spot with its mismatched driver’s side door.
He considered going into the store. He could embarrass Jake by questioning him in front of everyone. That would be fun, but he didn’t want an audience for his interview in case he had to get a little physical. You never knew who was going to pull out a cell phone camera and he didn’t need any viral videos getting posted, not while he was still this new to the force. A few years down the road, when he was more established and higher ranked, then he wouldn’t give a shit. He’d be untouchable, especially in a jumpy little white suburb like this one. For now, he needed to be cautious.
He pulled up in front of the store to look inside. Jake was at one of the registers bagging up a couple items for a shopper. He looked mostly the same as he had in high school. He’d grown, of course, he wasn’t that shrimpy little freshmen Keg had first encountered sophomore year. Most people were smaller than Keg, even back then, but seeing that tiny little punk walking around wearing a red backpack that looked like it weighed as much as he did, it gave Keg this weird feeling, like Jake was meant to be pushed and knocked around all the time by a big, superior guy like himself.
Their brief reunion the other night had been fun, but Keg wanted more. He’d wait for Jake to get home and then they had some real catching up to do.
The store was kind of busy for the middle of the week, and Jake was on the register most of the day, or else on the floor picking up after people. On his lunch break, he stopped at the pet shop nearby where he’d gotten Liam’s cage. He’d seen a couple other things that interested him, and now that he had Liam’s promise to obey, he was ready to try them out.
He was able to smuggle out two rolls of shrink-wrap when he left for the night, one in his backpack and one in the bag from the pet store. There were just a couple left in the hiding spot in the stock room and soon he’d have them all home.
When he came into his bedroom that night, Jake found Liam lying on the tiny bed, looking flushed and out of breath.
“What’s wrong with you?”
“Nothing,” Liam panted. “I was just trying to exercise.”
Jake glanced at the red wheel standing near the back side of the cage. It was still turning slowly.
“You used that?” he said.
“Yeah, Nothing else to do.”
“Aw, I wished I’d been around to see you running in your little wheel. It’s a good idea for you to keep in shape. You need to be fit to keep scaling mount Jake.”
He grabbed the bulge in his jeans and shook it. Liam rolled his eyes and Jake laughed. He took Liam out of the cage and put him on the desk, then he held up his shopping bag.
“I got you some stuff.”
Jake went into the bag and got his purchases out. He set a collar and name tag on the desk in front of Liam. The collar was black leather with a silver buckle. The name tag was a silver disc with ‘Liam’ embossed on it, and a ring to attach it to the collar.
“Aren’t they kind of big?” said Liam.
“Smallest they had. The sign said ‘toy breeds’ and I was like, ‘Yup that’s Liam.'” Jake laughed. “I’ll shrink them to fit you, but what do you think of them? I had to dig through the rack for like twenty minutes to find a ‘Liam’ name tag.”
“They’re interesting,” said Liam slowly.
Jake brushed the bulge in Liam’s jeans with his thumb.
“Seems like you find them more than interesting. Go ahead and get naked while I shrink them down for you. You’re not going to need those clothes anymore.”
“What?” said Liam. “But I’ll get cold!”
“I know how to warm you up.”
Liam looked like he wanted to argue, but he started to undress slowly. Jake got the shrink-wrap and heat gun out of his backpack to size the new items down. When Liam saw that his eyes got wide and he took a few steps back.
“It’s not for you,” said Jake. “You’re the perfect size already. Just stand there for a second so I can see when they look like they fit.”
Jake wrapped up the items and started to shrink them down. He felt his dick move in his jeans as he watched. Even shrinking down a few inanimate objects was turning him on. He really needed to shrink another guy.
Soon. Once he had a plan.
He liked the idea of the name tag being kind of big on Liam, so he didn’t shrink it as much as the collar. He held the collar up next to Liam a few times, shrinking it a little more each time, until finally he decided it was right. When everything was sized to his satisfaction, he attached the name tag to the collar and handed it to Liam.
“Put that on.”
Liam took it and ran his hands over the leather once before he gingerly buckled it around his neck with the name tag hanging down in front of his chest. The cool metal resting against his skin was as wide as his hand. He lifted it to inspect it, tracing his own name with his finger.
So now he was tiny, collared, tagged and living in a cage. Undeniably someone’s pet. He was rock hard. He hated letting Jake see how much this turned him on but there was no hiding it in the nude.
“Good boy,” said Jake. “I know you’re going to be a great pet, Liam, and I’ll take good care of you.” He spoke softly as he stroked Liam’s back. “Isn’t this better than having a job and bills and rent? No more bosses or landlords. No Max to bug you about up-sells and impulse buys. No more endless applications and interviews just to get some shitty entry-level job that barely pays better than retail. Just one big guy keeping you safe and cared for, and your only job is to make him happy.”
Jake took his dick out of his jeans and played with it as he toyed with Liam. He stroked Liam’s head with his finger, telling him what a good boy he was, how perfect his size was, how well he’d be cared for. He spoke in a low, soft voice. Liam’s dick was throbbing. He wasn’t accustomed to Jake acting like this, almost affectionate in his tone and gentle with his touch.
Jake coaxed Liam down onto all fours on the desk so that Liam’s left side was facing him. The name tag on Liam’s collar dangled beneath him. Jake tapped the insides of his legs, spreading them wider. Kneeling like that, Liam felt very exposed.
Jake’s fingers slid between Liam’s legs, brushing against the hard-on he had hanging there.
“You obviously like being my pet, look how excited you are. Does someone need to be milked?”
“Yes,” Liam said quietly, pushing his hips down and pressing his hard-on into Jake’s fingers.
“Yes what?”
“Yes, sir.”
Jake chuckled.
“Good boy. I want you to tell me what you need. Say it nice and clear.”
“I need to be milked, sir” said Liam. His voice broke when he said it. He felt his cheeks getting hot.
“And why should I do that for you?”
“Because I’ve been a good boy? Sir?”
“I guess you have. Okay, good boy, let’s take care of this for you.”
Liam felt Jake’s fingers close on his dick, pulling it back between his legs. Jake released it and it sprang forward and slapped Liam’s belly. He started to stroke Liam’s dick between his fingers, slow at first but picking up speed. Liam let his head hang and he moaned. He was aching for this. As Jake’s fingers picked up speed, he knew he wouldn’t last long.
“What a horny little beastie,” said Jake.
Liam grunted and started to cum all over the desk below him. Jake’s fingers slowed and he held Liam’s dick tight as Liam pushed spurt after spurt of sticky cum out, splattering the desk he stood on.
After cleaning him up, Jake put Liam back in his cage and got the other two out. He spent some time teasing Cody with his feet, beating off as he tormented the little guy. Liam watched Cody trying not to look at Jake’s feet, trying not to paw at the thimble his dick was caged in. Liam wished there was some way he could make things better for Cody.
While Jake teased Cody, he held Brandon in his left hand, rubbing his shrunken roommate’s round pecs with his thumb, but otherwise ignoring him. Brandon looked resigned, but when Liam caught his eye, he smiled. How many more nights would they have to wait until they could be together?
Eventually, Jake came. He angled his hips and managed to shoot some of it on Cody, who looked pained. He was trying to just stand there stoically, but his hands kept drifting to the big glob of cum on his chest. He spread it on his palms and rubbed the thimble caging his dick with it. He made a noise, halfway between a groan and whimper.
“Guess you should have cum for me when you had the chance,” said Jake. “In a few more days I’ll have you begging for it.”
Cody lowered his head and said nothing.
After cleaning himself up, Jake decided it was time to make dinner. He stuck Cody in his jar, still splattered with cum. Cody was pulling at the thimble his dick was locked in, as Jake placed his jar up on the shelf.
Jake put Brandon in with Liam.
“Since you were such a good boy tonight,” he said to Liam as he set the brawny man down near the bed.
Brandon was hard from Jake’s teasing touches. As soon as Jake was out of the room, Liam got on his knees and started to suck Brandon off. Brandon held Liam’s head in his hands and mumbled words of encouragement until he came in Liam’s mouth. Liam drank it all down.
Afterwards, they cuddled together in bed. Brandon took Liam’s name tag in his hand and played with it curiously.
“So, now you’re Jake’s pet?”
“Guess so.”
“Do you like it?”
Liam looked at Brandon, startled he would ask that. Brandon was watching him intently. Liam wanted to deny it, but he didn’t want to lie to Brandon.
“Yeah, I do. I can’t help it.”
Brandon traced Liam’s collar with his fingers, brushing Liam’s throat with a soothing touch.
“You do look pretty cute like this,” he said. “What did he do with you?”
“He just played with me a while and jerked me off. Honestly it wasn’t that different from how he treats you and Cody, except he talks to me different.”
“And you got off on it?”
“Yeah,” said Liam. “Is that alright? Are you completely weirded out right now?”
Brandon was quiet a moment.
“Maybe both?”
“I’d take this stuff off for you, if I could,” Liam said, turning his face away. “I don’t expect you to be into it. We don’t even have to talk about it.”
Brandon’s hand cupped his cheek and brought their eyes together again.
“It’s okay,” he said. “I’m not going to bail just because of this.” He seemed to search for the right words. “I like that you’re into it. It’s not something I ever thought about, but I’d try it with you, if you wanted.”
He brought their faces very close together.
“Pushing your buttons pushes mine, Liam.”
Brandon kissed him.
Liam suddenly had a lump in his throat. He pressed his forehead to Brandon’s.
“Fuck, Brandon. I just want you to be my giant again.”
“Shhh, I know. I want that too, but we have to be careful.”
They lay together silently for the brief remaining time they had.
It was close to ten by the time Keg got to Jake’s apartment building. When he’d clocked in at the station, they’d made him stop and read over some training bullshit, and then he had to sign a bunch of stuff saying he’d read it, and then Grafton his supervisor wanted to talk about him patrolling more on the southern edge of town some nights, and it was one thing after another before he could finally get away.
He parked and sat in the cruiser for a bit, watching the windows on the third floor. It was hard to see much from this angle, even with binoculars, but eventually he spotted Jake in one of the windows. Jake stayed there for a bit, focused pretty intently on something in front of him that Keg couldn’t see. At one point he got a jar out. It had something inside, it looked like a doll or something. What the fuck was this weirdo up to?
Keg was about to head into the building when the radio crackled and dispatch called for any available units near West Street. That was right in the area he was supposed to be patrolling. Keg waited, hoping someone else would volunteer. The radio was silent for a bit until dispatch spoke again.
“Bravo-two-sixteen, are you available to proceed to six-eighteen West Street? Report of a domestic dispute taking place.”
God dammit. He was really looking forward to this. He thought about ignoring it but then there would be questions about where he was. He grabbed the microphone.
“Bravo-two-sixteen, on my way.”
He looked back at Jake’s window one more time. Their reunion would have to wait until tomorrow night. Keg started the cruiser and pulled out of the parking lot.
The next morning Jake had Liam get in his straining briefs and take care of him again. He came almost as hard as he had yesterday. He liked having Liam in there and he wanted more of it. Once he got everyone fed and got dressed for work, he took Liam back out of his cage.
“You’re coming to the store with me today.”
“Huh?”
Liam looked surprised.
“In here.”
Jake cupped his bulge.
Liam wanted to argue but he saw the eagerness on Jake’s face and he decided not to risk it.
“Just a warning,” said Jake. “If you try to make noise and get someone’s attention, I’ll just say it was my phone and you can forget about Brandon staying in your cage again. Understood?”
Liam nodded.
“Good boy.”
Jake unfastened his jeans and pulled his briefs open, placing Liam just to the right of his soft dick.
“In you go. Treat daddy’s dick well today and you’ll get your own treat tonight.”
Jake fastened his jeans and he was on his way.
To Liam’s surprise, he actually found it kind of nice. It was warm and soft in there. A bit musky, but Jake’s hygiene was good enough that it wasn’t offensive, and the scent was familiar to him. He moved around a bit until he found a comfortable position laying on his side with Jake’s balls at his back and the head of Jake’s dick resting in front of him.
There wasn’t much to do, but Jake’s dick was his to play with. Liam took pleasure in making it twitch and swell, and then letting it go soft again. All the while, Liam was gently tossed and jostled by the motion of Jake going about his day. Jake’s dick and the tight briefs kept Liam from being thrown around too far. As he got used to the motion, it became kind of relaxing. He lounged there, playing with Jake’s dick for what felt like a couple hours, making it grow until a hand would grope at it from outside the fabric, adjusting its position. Liam would let it settle down a bit, and then he’d start playing with it again. It was nice to be able to toy with Jake like this, after all the things Jake had done to him.
He kept at it for a while. When he started to get bored with the game, he closed his eyes and drifted into a nap. He woke up some time later to find his cotton cell a bit damp and his hefty cell mate covered lightly with sweat. The motion was harsher and more jarring now. Liam suspected Jake was climbing up and down the ladder they used to get to the overstock.
He gripped Jake’s dick tight to try and stay in place, hugging it to his chest. That worked okay for a little while but then the shaft he clung to began to grow in his arms. He tightened his grip to keep hold of it, but it just made the swelling stronger. Jake was going completely hard and it was pushing Liam closer to the leg of the briefs, which were pulling away from Jake’s body with all they had to contain. Liam was worried he’d get pushed out and fall into the leg of Jake’s jeans. He shifted around so he was on top of Jake’s dick and clung to it. It was completely firm and pulsed warm on his skin.
Liam stayed like that for a while. Jake would start to soften and then Liam would have to tighten his grip to stay in place, which would make Jake harden up again.
Liam’s arms and legs ached by the time the motion of Jake’s body settled back into a gentler rhythm. It seemed he was off the ladder and walking around the store. A couple times he was stopped by the muffled sounds of someone speaking. Jake would answer and then move again. Liam couldn’t understand what was being said but he thought they were probably shoppers stopping Jake to ask questions.
Liam heard a door creak open and closed, and Jake’s footsteps echoed in the new room they’d entered. He heard the clank of some kind of latch. His prison tipped back a bit and he clung to Jake’s hard-on as he felt like he was falling. When it came to a stop, Liam heard the zipper and it became brighter in the briefs. The waistband above Liam’s head came open and Jake was looking down at him.
Liam started to ask what was going on, but Jake held up a finger to silence him. Someone else was moving around the room with echoing footsteps. Liam looked up at the tiled wall at Jake’s back and the blue partitions on either side of them and he realized Jake was seated in a stall in the men’s room. Jake took Liam off his dick, and held the little guy close to his mouth.
“You little cock tease,” he whispered. “Trying to cause trouble?”
He didn’t sound angry. He took his boner and tapped it against Liam’s body a few times.
“Just keep quiet,” he warned Liam.
Jake pressed him up against his dick and started to slowly stroke it with his body. Outside the stall the sounds of footsteps and water echoed around the room. The restroom door opened once, then twice. There were other people in there, normal-sized people, just on the other side of the partition, and there Liam was, a tiny, naked jack-off toy. He could call for help, but he didn’t doubt Jake’s warning about Brandon. The toilet bowl was right below him too, and unpredictable as Jake had been recently, he was afraid of what would happen if his captor panicked.
Liam tried to wrap his arms around the shaft and help Jake finish, but he quickly realized he was just along for the ride. Jake jerked off with Liam for a few minutes and then he sucked in a breath and held Liam just below the head of his dick as he started to cum. The first blast hit Liam in the right shoulder and part of his chest. The second was centered on Liam’s belly. The third hit his neck and face. Liam gasped as he saw it coming and he had cum up his nose and stinging his eyes and he was gagging on a wad of it in his throat. For a brief, terrifying second he couldn’t breathe and then he managed to dislodge it. He sputtered and coughed and tried to shake it off his face. His arms were held tight at his sides and he couldn’t get his hands up to clear it off.
Jake settled back on the toilet seat once more as Liam coughed and blew air through his nose and mouth to keep them clear. Jake seemed to realize what happened after a moment and grabbed some toilet paper, holding it to Liam’s face and wiping the cum away. When Liam could speak again he started to curse Jake out, but Jake shushed him and covered his mouth with a finger. They listened for a moment but if anyone in the room had heard, no one cared.
They stayed in the stall for a bit, waiting for Jake’s dick to soften, Liam’s anger smoldering. When he was ready, Jake put Liam back in his briefs, pulled his pants up and left the restroom. Liam’s eyes, nose and throat were irritated for the rest of the shift. It was hot inside the briefs and Liam felt stifled. He couldn’t find a comfortable position. He had no interest in playing with Jake’s dick and he was unable to sleep any more. He spent the last hours there in misery. When they were finally back at Jake’s apartment and he was taken out again, it all boiled over.
“What the fuck?” Liam said. “That was torture! My eyes are still watering and I’ve been coughing for hours! What the fuck, dude?”
“Alright, calm down,” said Jake.
He brought Liam into the kitchen and got him some water to drink. The itch in Liam’s throat eased up a bit from that. Jake cleaned him off better than the hasty wipe-down he’d gotten earlier, but Liam wasn’t mollified and he continued to curse Jake out. He knew he was playing with fire but he was really pissed off. Jake was frowning, but he let Liam rant for a while.
“Alright, enough!” Jake said eventually. “You’ve been heard. I’ll take you out more for air next time and I’ll try and watch where I cum on you, okay?”
“Next time?” Liam spat. “There isn’t going to be a next time! I’m never going in there again! I–“
Jakes hand suddenly closed tighter around Liam.
“You don’t tell me what I can do with you,” he said in a low, threatening tone.
A voice in the back of his head was warning Liam to ease off, but he ignored it.
“I’m never doing that again,” he said.
Jake’s mouth was a firm, thin line as he glared down at Liam.
“Well,” he said, after a moment. “That’s too bad for Brandon, isn’t it? I guess you can forget about him staying with you. Do you think two inches is small enough, or should I make him even smaller than that?”
“Don’t you dare! Don’t you even–“
Liam was cut off by a pounding on the front door to the apartment that startled them both from their fight. They were silent a moment, listening. Whoever was there pounded on the door again.
“What the fuck?” Jake said. “You better stay quiet or you will seriously regret it.”
He held Liam tight with his thumb over the little guy’s mouth as he went to get rid of whoever was at the door. He was careful to keep Liam out of sight as he opened it halfway.
He found himself looking into the broad, uniformed chest of a cop. It was Keg. Jake’s annoyance turned instantly to fear. What was he doing here?
“Harris,” said Keg. He stood right in the doorway, massive and tall with his broad chest thrust forward, sneering at Jake. “Got some questions for you. Let me in.”
Jake didn’t budge. His heart pounded and his mind raced. He had to get rid of Keg. He had to get the little guys hidden.
“I said move, Harris!”
Keg stuck his foot into the apartment, forcing Jake to take a step back. Jake tried to keep Liam hidden behind his back. He didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t think clearly through his panic.
Liam was stuck in Jake’s tight grip with a thumb pressed to his face, unable to move, his eyes, nose and throat still raw and scratchy from earlier. He didn’t care about the stranger at the door, his only thoughts were for Brandon and the threat Jake made against him. He had to protect Brandon. They had to get free of Jake.
Liam latched onto the flesh of Jake’s thumb with his mouth and bit down as hard as he could.
The fingers curled around him suddenly release. He heard Jake yell and the room rushed by. Liam landed on the carpet awkwardly, tumbling onto his shoulder and hitting his head on the floor. It was relatively soft, but it had been several stories down at his scale. He had the wind knocked out of him and he was dazed from the head injury. He struggled to catch his breath and it took a moment for his vision to resolve enough to see that two blurry giants were staring down at him.
He struggled to his feet, unbalanced. He needed to hide. It occurred to him too late that he might have stayed motionless, like he was just an action figure, but he was already stumbling away.
“What the fuck is that?” came the deep voice of the bigger giant behind him.
Liam wasn’t sure where he was heading. It was still hard to see clearly. His head was spinning and his legs were jelly. He heard the door bang against the wall, heard Jake shout in surprise, then a single, heavy footfall behind him. A hand closed around him, bigger and thicker than any that had held him before, with rough, hard callouses on its palm and fingers. The air was a chill on Liam’s skin as it rushed past. He struggled but the grip on his body was steel. His heartbeat thrummed in his ears.
Jake watched in horror as Keg pushed his way into the apartment and seized Liam. The big cop stared at the tiny man in his hand, and then his sharp gaze turned to Jake.
“What the fuck is this?”
Jake had no answer. He stared dumbly at the bigger man. A sudden look of understanding passed over Keg’s face.
“This is one of the missing guys, isn’t it? What the fuck happened to him? You got the other guy stashed in here too? What did you do to them?”
Jake’s stomach sank. It was over. He was discovered. Of all the people to show up, of all the people to find out what he’d done, this monstrous bully of a man was possibly the worst.
This bully.
A thought sprang into Jake’s mind. A sudden, desperate idea. Maybe this was salvageable. It was a huge risk, and he hated to do this with a guy he despised like no other, but as far as he could see it was his only move.
“I shrank them,” said Jake. “And I can show you how to do it.”
