The giant boy walked deep into the jungle, the trees just getting thicker and thicker around him. Sam wondered how he knew where he was going, since he couldn't see more than a few feet in front of him, but figured that the giant knew these forests well. Sure enough, they eventually came to a large clearing big enough for the boy to stop and sit down, which he did. Looking out from the prison of the boy's fist, Sam could see that they were on a cliffside overlooking even more of the jungle some 100 feet below. He figured it wouldn't be too bad for the giant to fall that far, but would mean certain death if he did it himself.
Crossing his long, surprisingly smooth legs, the giant sat Sam down in between them, directly across from the loincloth he was wearing. The overwhelming musk coming from the loin cloth was a bit odd, but not entirely disgusting - something about it seemed to almost be a little arousing. In any case, it was certainly much better than his breath.
The giant leaned back on his hands, stretching out his toned chest and watching as the tiny boy began to see if there was any way out. Unfortunately for Sam, the boy's legs surrounded him, and every time he would try to climb over, the boy would quickly bat him back down with his hand, sending him crashing to the ground.
Eventually, Sam gave up the idea of trying to escape, at least for now, and looked back up to the giant, who smiled back down at him. The smile wasn't as scary as Sam had first thought. Maybe there was just a bit of kindness to this boy. Maybe he could even reason with him.
"My name is Sam," he said. "Please, I want to get back to my family! They're on a boat that stopped on this island. I need to see them!"
The giant only cocked his head slightly to the side and grunted a little. Sticking out his finger, the giant once again tried to rub Sam's bare chest. Sam backed away at first, causing the giant to stop. He slowly moved his finger closer again. Breathing heavily but trying to keep his emotions under control, Sam stayed still and allowed the massive fingertip to slowly caress his body. At first, he felt extremely uncomfortable, but as the giant boy continued to stroke, moving around to his bare back, it started to feel a little good. The boy was being forceful but not too rough, and Sam started to get a little turned on by the finger-massage he was receiving.
"Oh…ohkay," he said, still wary of the giant and wanting to leave. "T-thank you for that." He turned back around to face the giant. "But I really want to get home. Please, let me go!"
Sam watched as the giant eyed him carefully, slowly deciding what to do.
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