Considering all of your options, things were not looking so great. You could climb up the thick red dyed fabric of his prodigious and stale smelling loincloth, but it rustled and flapped with every beat of the wind. Not to mention the fact that the colossal oaf would periodically reach down and scratch the front of his loincloth as he itched at and rustled his unwashed junk.
Reaching the tail wasn't possible with his huge muscular hairy thighs resting on either side of you and boxing you in unless you managed to scale them before he arose, and even then the tail whipped about unpredictably almost nonstop and was more likely to pulverize you or send you flying to your death before you reached his back.
Then you thought about giving up on the colossal calloused Bullman and making your own way on the forest floor. You at 1/16 of an inch tall, dwarfed by mere ants and scurrying around at the gargantuan feet (and hooves) of your former comrades. Your life would be spent counting the seconds between the booming footsteps of towering creatures hoping that you hadn't tread into their path, counting the days before something much larger than you made you their prey. Being unknowingly smashed underfoot by one of your former mates actually sounded like a whole lot more like mercy when you compared it to all of that.
That left exactly one option for you, which wasn't much better than dying but still edged out marginally. As if acknowledging your decision, the Bullman's giant nostrils snorted above you and his hand pulled away from the axe for just a moment as he paused his sharpening and reached down towards his loincloth. Grabbing a handful of his huge cock and balls, he rubbed his loincloth across them as he dug in with his fingers and felt the burning itch between his loins intensify for just a moment before it started receding. This lasted awhile, the Bullman was unwittingly putting on a show for you as he vigorously massaged his not-so private parts in front of his near microscopic mate. Itching still for a few seconds afterwards just for good measure, he exhaled a sharp snort through his ringed snout as he finished and his hand finally retreated and rose back up to continue sharpening his oversized axe. The only time he ever let his hands take a break while honing his weapon was to scratch his junk, typical that it was gonna hold up true even as crawling up and over his genitals became your only way of contacting him or anybody. Wherever that blasted fairy was watching you from right now, they were definitely having a chuckle at your expense as they saw you as small as a mite and belittled merely by the sheer size and presence of the unwitting masculine giant.
His lioncloth had been all bunched up from rubbing his huge itchy package, which left nothing to the imagination as you walked up to the monstrous mound of poorly concealed man meat. Reaching the edge of loincloth, you had the option now to climb his undergarments that draped over the stump between his legs and climb up closer and closer to the monolithic member of the mighty minotaur. Alternatively, you could also go climb underneath the thick sheet and wriggle your way between the log and his underdrawers until you reach his unmentionables. The Bullman didn't appear to be going anywhere for now as he sat focused on his task in front of him, if anything was going to be done it had to be now while he remained still and distracted.
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