Ian was escorted through the giant's wing of the prison by a total of 10 guards along with 6 other prisoners. Being 6'7, he stood taller than all of the guards and all but one of the prisoners walking with him. One by one, though, he watched as the prisoners were thrown into cells. He was the second to last to be brought to a cell, the extremely tall prisoner being the only one remaining.
A large door was unlocked and he was shoved inside, the door immediately slamming shut behind him. He wondered why these doors weren't barred because he figured the guards would want to know what the prisoners were up to at all times. Inside the cell, it was very dim, with only one small light hanging from the ceiling, flickering every now and then, ready to burn out at any moment.
There were 4 cots in the room, one for each corner, all of them far too large for a tiny to climb up on without anything to hold onto. The floor was filthy, covered in grease, and the room smelled of sweat and unwashed bodies. Long hairs covered the ground, most of them being at least twice his height in length. To a giant, he was probably around 3 inches tall.
Standing there before him, though, was a pair of bare feet, their stench making Ian's eyes water as he tried not to choke. The owner of these unwashed feet was a giant man with fair but dirty skin, black hair, and some untamed facial hair. He had rock solid muscle and a dangerous look to him. He also smelled of cigarettes.
"Could of swore the door opened... guess not," he grumbled aloud. Not wanting to be discovered by this monster of a man, Ian ran to hide behind the closest thing he could find: a rancid smelling sock. It was stained with dirt, sweat, and as he got closer, he realized something else. This was the giant's cum sock.
It was too late though, as the giant was already moving towards it, taking only a couple of steps before picking it up along with the tiny man who was desperately struggling as he was pinned to the horrible smelling sock. It was crusty and the dried flakes on it fell down onto his body. The man's hands were rough and the smaller prisoner knew that as a giant, with his thick skin, he probably didn't even feel him struggling beneath his fingers.
As the giant plopped down onto the cot, Ian suddenly went flying from the man's grip, landing somewhere much worse...
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