"It must be my lucky day," said Ron, his right hand now absent-mindedly rubbing his crotch area. "I don't know how this happened, but... I'm just so glad it did."
Petrified in fear, Ben stared up at Ron's malicious grin. The stutter he had had a pretty severe problem with when he was younger, before some intense speech therapy, began to come back as he tried to ask, "W-w-wha-what a-are y-you g-g-going t'd-do w-with--"
Ron interrupted with a ridiculous mock-stutter of his own, "I-I-I-I-I-I d-d-don't kn-kn-know!... What should I do with you? Well, I should probably just crush you underneath my heel right now.... but... No, that would just be far too easy. I've got a better idea..."
The thought of moving didn't even enter Ben's mind as he continued staring up at the giant above him, now taking a small step backward and unzipping his fly. Ben realized what was about to happen just as the strong spray of piss shot passed him, and hit the ground not too far above his head. Ron's aim was a bit off, but he quickly corrected it, and was soon pissing directly onto his miniscule rival's body. Ben, who couldn't move before for fear, was now unable to move simply for the pure force of the stream spraying directly on him. He could hardly believe it: he was being pinned to the ground by Ron's piss, and was even starting to drown in it.
Meanwhile, on the porch, Jason was getting a lot more pleasure from this surprise twist of events than he had expected. Seeing his tiny friend being pissed on by Ron was actually turning him on, and he was already jerking off as he watched it happening. In his excitement, he even forgot to supress a moan as it erupted from his throat while he came.
Ron whirled toward the porch upon hearing the moan, pulling his still steady stream of piss away from Ben, and Ben saw his opportunity - possibly his only opportunity - to escape. Drenched from head to toe in Ron's piss, he pulled himself up from the ground, and began running across the piss-soaked driveway. Suddenly, he realized just how small he really was, as he tried to cross the seemingly endless plain of cement.
Ron was still distracted, as his piss died off, and he started stalking toward the porch, cock still out. Ben was apparently forgotten for the moment.
"Jason?!" said Ron, as he took the first step onto the patio and spotted Jason lying there.
Jason's eyes were now squeezed tightly shut as he came on the porch. All he could say in response to Ron was, "Aaooooh!"
Ron was dumbfounded, but you could almost see the lightbulb turn on in his head as Ben suddenly popped back to the front of his mind, and he spun back around on his heels, temporarily disregarding Jason behind him. He marches back down to where he left Ben, his eyes scouring the area about...
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