The giant's face changes as a grin forms on his massive features before the eyes of your watching crew.
Then, in a sudden motion, he stuffs the entire space-going vessel into the front of his tight thong and leaves the stage.
"I'm on a break," the giant calls over his bare shoulder. "Troy can handle this crowd for awhile."
You and the crew are tossed violently with each step made by the giant. You manage, barely, to strap yourself into a seat, but your stomach still feels as if it may be sick from the violent turmoil.
Before that happens, the giant enters his dressing room. He removes the ship, loving the way the cool metal glides along his fully hard cock, and places it on his dressing table.
Taking a seat, he leans back in his chair, gets comfortable and props his feet on the dressing table, very close to the frail-looking ship.
He remembers the teeny-tiny people he spied within the ship. He taps on the hull.
Inside the ship, the action of his finger tapping on the metal alloy causes almost deafening booms.
The crew screams and you have to use all your willpower not to join them.
The giant lowers his feet to the floor and then leans closer to peer through the window into the interior of the little ship.
You order silence from your men and remind them of the importance of remaining calm.
"I know you can hear me," the giant announces in a bland voice. "My name is Mark, and now you are mine."
You are too stunned to even think of protesting. "Now, I want everyone out here, on the double," Mark orders.
A member of the crew shouts. "Are we going out there?"
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