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A continuation of the Shrunken Hell series.
This choice: Brad suddenly finds himself clean and in the palm of his dad's hand.  •  Go Back...
Chapter #6

In the palm of dad's hand.

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Brad was surrounded by a bright flash of white light. A split second later, he was out of the urinal. He looked around and quickly realised that he was standing in the palm of his dad's hand. His dad was sitting in his office, behind the desk in his office, leaning forward with his right elbow on the desk and grinning as he looked down at the shrunken Brad. Brad stared up nervously, and the two of them stayed there for about a minute, just looking at each other. Without speaking, his dad turned his sideways. Brad fell over and tumbled off the palm, going into a brief freefall. He landed hard on the desk and lay there for a few seconds before struggling to his feet. He then jumped back as his dad stood up. He briefly thought about trying to run, but he was just three inches and standing on a desk. He had nowhere to go. His dad continued to grin as stood looking down at him with his hands on his hips. He then quickly unfastened his belt, unfastened the clip and button on his pants and pulled down the zipper before pushing his pants down to about mid thigh. Then reached took hold of his huge, circumcised penis and flopped it onto the desk, causing Brad to run backwards to avoid having it land on him.

"Wh...what are you doing"? Brad asked in terror.

The grin turned into an evil smile. "Just giving my cock some fresh air". He replied. "While I decide what to do with my slave. And while I'm doing that, you may as well make yourself useful, by serving your Master". He pointed to the end of his dick. "Lick my slit".

"NO"! Brad shouted defiantly. "I'm not a slave. I'm your son, you sick bastard"!

His dad laughed loudly and then said. "You weremy son, you little shit. But then you murdered my wife and I, and my other son, not to mention almost murdering my daughter. Now we're demons, not human. And you're nothing more than a soul with a physical body. In case you'd forgotten, my wife and I killed you by stuffing you into her pussy and fucking. And I enjoyed feeling your shrunken body under my cock. You were crushed, and drowned in our cum. Most of your broken mortal body was absorbed into her body, through her pussy. What was left, was smeared all over my cock, and she licked your remains right of it. And by the way, it was a pleasure to kill you. It was satisfying to shoot my load inside her, knowing you were trapped inside her. And being demons, and therefore having powers you can't even dream of, we felt you die. That made it even more pleasurable. Now your soul belongs to us. And we will spend eternity punishing you, by using you as our sex toy. Trust me, neither my wife or I feel any parental feelings for you. All we see when we look at you, is our slave. Get used to it. And get to used the fact that one of your owners is a man. Now, do as you're told, and lick my slit, or I'll crush you again, slowly, under my thumb". He pointed to his dick again. "Go on, slave. Get on your knees and lick it".

Fearful of what would happen if he continued to refuse, he slowly moved forward until he was just a couple of centimetres in front of his dad's giant penis. He felt both sick and terrified as he leant forward and slowly started to lick the long, vertical slit at the end of the cock.

He heard a sigh high above him and his dad softly said. "That's better. Learn to obey your owners. Y'know, if I wanted to, I could push your head and shoulders and into my urethra suck you all the way down my cock. Right into my balls. What do you think I should do with you? Hmm? Should I feed you to my dick? Eat you? Shove you into my ass? Maybe I should turn you into my cock. Or one of my balls. How about a fleshlight? So many choices.

Brad didn't like the sound of any of them. Unfortunately for him, he knew there was nothing he could do. He was entirely at his dad's mercy, and didn't sound as though his dad had any intention of showing mercy.
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