John wanted this now. Badly. He tried to hide his enthusiasm. "Sure, son," he patted him on the head, "I'll get the water ready." John left to prepare for Matt's bath, having to again adjust the erection in his shorts.
Matt turned to the admiring gaze of the boy giant. "Kevin...I can clean myself. I'm a grown man..." That made Kevin laugh. "Look kid, you don't want to do this. Don't listen to your dad."
"You're dirty, little guy. And I'm gonna clean ya," Kevin told him. "I'm giving ya a bath cuz I wanna give ya a bath. And my dad said I could." John called saying he was ready and Kevin smiled as he made to finally pick the little man up in his hand. Matt seeing this scrambled back before again loosing his footing on the scattered comics on the table. Ironically an Avengers comic with Giant Man on the cover. Kevin wrapped his fingers onto Matt's waist and lifted him off the table into the air. The little man struggled and yelled out as the boy simply held him there giggling. "You're so light! Like a doll." he said amazed.
John entered and saw Kevin holding Matt, and a wave of arousal washed over him. "You have him OK?" he asked. Kevin giggled again at the sight of the tiny person fighting to get free.
"Yeah, dad," he replied. "He's fighting but he's too small. His little muscles aren't strong enough." They both chuckled and watched as Matt tried to pry Kevin's thumb from his waist. The boy's hand was just to strong for him. John led his son to the kitchen and turned the water off in the sink. Both sinks were full of soapy suds. "Why both sinks, dad?" Kevin pondered.
"I'll need to wash his little clothes....which means you'll need to take them off him." Saying that almost made John weak at the knees. Kevin hadn't thought he might have to wash him naked. Never even crossed his mind. But now that it had, he had to decide to go ahead or not. Looking down at the muscle man struggling, he came to the conclusion that he wanted to. Kevin wanted to see how far he could take this before his dad stopped him. Kevin reached and untied the twine around Matt's waist. The little man's clothes were merely a somewhat rectangular piece of cloth that was cinched around his midsection. With the twine gone it was free to flap loosely. Kevin lowered the struggling Matt down into the sink of soap water. He then pinched the corner of the cloth and lifted it off him before he had time to react, leaving him naked and huddled in the water. He handed the dirty rag to his father and then reached back for Matt.
"Please, Kevin," he begged, "don't do this. I can wash myself, please." Matt felt a mighty hand on his back as Kevin pushed him into it with his other in an attempt to lay him out in the sink. "No Kevin! Stop this right now!," he screamed as he tried to fight back against the invading hands. The giant boy was too busy admiring his new plaything to hear or care what Matt was saying. He began to rub the soap onto Matt as he examined the man's body. He slowly began to glide his hand up and down the chiseled chest loving the feel of the defined abdomen. He lightly caressed Matt's thick pecs with his fingertips before squeezing them gently testing they're firmness. All the while Matt was trying to stop the hand but it moved uninhibited despite his best efforts. All his muscle and strength and he couldn't even stop an 8 year old from fondling his chest with one hand. Joh watched his son, envious that he had first crack at feeling the little guy up....but enticed watching him have his way with him. Kevin, having had enough of the man's chest, for now, flipped him over in his hand and began washing his back. Not nearly as interesting to him, Kevin was about to finish when he noticed his ass rise out of the suds. Kevin brought a finger down and stroked Matt's right ass cheek, making the shrunken man protest. It was when he felt the finger glide down the crack separating his cheeks that he fought even more. He glided it up his little crack repeatedly and giggled everytime Matt's cheeks clenched.
John watched all of this and was fighting back the biggest erection he'd ever had. "He's great isn't he, son..." as he finished washing the cloth. Kevin grinned back. "He's perfect, dad." he gushed. Lifting Matt out of the water, something surprised Kevin. He saw the man's tiny penis. Between the legs kicking and his body twisting, he caught glimpses of his little pecker and he was fascinated. He looked away immediately, fearing that being the line his father didn't want him to cross.
John wrung the cloth out and hung it on the towel rack to dry. Watching his son holding Matt he suddenly had a wonderful idea. "Just a sec, Kevin...I'll be right back. You dry the little man off. Don't want him getting sick now." With that he left the kitchen. Kevin set the man on a large towel and began to pat him dry as he fought against him. He could hear his dad rummaging around in the closet before coming back with a grin like the cat who swallowed a canary. He had something behind his back. "I know how we can make sure he doesn't get away, son." He brought his hand forward and he was holding a leash. It belonged to their dog, Runt, who died last year. Runt was a Dachshund so his collar was a smaller dog's collar. John pulled the towel from off Matt and before he could realize what was happening he was being fitted with a dog collar. John managed to clasp it and it fit perfectly around Matt's throat. They laughed watching him fight to undo the collar, all the while the dog license with the name RUNT clearly visible dangling from it. John snapped the leash on the collar and then lifted him down to the floor. "Here, son.....you have a new pet." he said as he handed him the leash. Matt ran but was yanked back by the length of the leash. "Looks like your new pet needs some discipline."
"Goddamn it, John! Atleast give me back my clothes!" Matt screamed.
"They're soaked...you have to wait till they're dry, little guy." John needed to sit down. He was getting light headed with arousal at seeing the little man being led around on a leash by his little boy. He sat on the couch and watched as Kevin ran from one end of the room to the other while dragging Matt along reluctantly. John was getting tired and he was catching himself nodding off while watching his son. Thoughts of the tiny Matt at his mercy filled his head....
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