Chapter #4sexual pleasure by: lazyboy   He put his saw down, stood up and looked at me strung up by my waist. "What the fuck and I gonna do with a puny fucker like you?"
"Please, I'll do anything you want - anything - just don't leave me like this!!"
"Anything?" his eyes sparkled briefly. "Oh forget it, there's nothing a prick-sized little boy like you could do for me. What am I supposed to do, use you for a ruler - measure my dick against you, my feet? You come up short on both counts fucker. Maybe I should take you and flush you down the toilet - that'd be fun."
With that, he got out his knife, and cut the line close to the nail, and jerked the nail out of the hall with his hammer. He tied me to his belt loop, picked up his gear and my hammer, and headed for his truck. With his every step, I bounded hard against his thigh. He loaded his gear in the truck, and sat down with me dangling close to his crotch. He started the truck up and tuned the radio, waiting for the engine to warm up. I was exhausted from his torments, and he was exhausted from his extra labours he had performed which I had been rendered incapable of completing. I relaxed back against his crotch.
That was a mistake. I suddenly felt his prick beginning to expand behind me, and I froze in terror feeling that I had disturbed something too big for me handle in an all too intimate predicament. Frank gave a slight moan of pleasure. I moved forward slightly so the pressure wouldn't be so noticeable, and perhaps that terrifying moment would pass. How can I get out of here?
"Don’t you fucking move!" his voice boomed down at me. "Back up and press hard if you know what's good for you - if you don’t want to get wasted in my hand." That monstrous hand slapped his though next to me, my eyes bugged out, and I pushed my feet into the seat and pressed my back hard against his engorging shaft. "That feels good fucker. Got it?!" and he punctuated his imperative by making a firm fist with his hand, and pointing his index finger as long as my leg, right at me. I shrunk back farther into his dick, constantly startled by his careless play with my diminutive situation. He was getting off on this show of power over me, and I was scared for my little life. What the fuck does he want?
I soon found out. His hand came down and roughly swatted me out of the way while he unbuttoned his 501's, and pulled out his hardening man-sized fuck tool. "No one's gonna find out about this." He grabbed his dick in his hard fist, and pointed it right at me, banging it hard on the seat till I shivered. "You're sure not gonna tell them. You do this good, you might stay alive. Anyone finds out…" He let go of his dick, made another fist, and flipped his middle finger at me, his nail nearly as big as my head, and you're fucked!"
"Y-y-yes Sir." I said meekly.
"Say it louder, faggot!" he mocked at me.
"Yes SIR!" I shouted to him, wanting to please him as much as possible, panickly aware of the possible consequences to me of his massive displeasure.
He pushed my body into his fully erect giantism, and took the chalk line, and wrapped it around me and his dick, tying me to my new, sizeable companion.. "You're part of my prick now. What my prick wants you to do, you’d better do it. If I get the feeling there's two down there instead of one mass of pleasure for me, I'm gonna finish the job, and wipe you off my hand onto my boot sole, and then scrape you off my foot onto the stairs… Make me feel good, fucker!"
I hardly knew what to do. I could barely move, and my face poked into his frenium as I stood on the seat. I pushed my feet against the seat to rub my body up and down as much as I could against my new buddy. Franks occasional moans, and the dripping precum from his impressive piss hole made me feel like I was doing the job. Occasionally, he would squeeze the muscle in his perineum, and his dick would engorge even more, tightening the cord around me, but I didn't date let my discomfort come in the way of the pleasure of the massive companion I was strapped to. Like a mindless powerhouse hunk, this prick demanded my constant attention to its pleasure, and I responded to its power in the servile way that would save my life and limbs, reduced as they were. I looked up at him, and felt so diminutive. He was a fucking god to me with a biblical temper, and I was proud in my tininess to have the opportunity to give him pleasure at the centre of his divine proportions. I found myself worshipping him and his prick as I struggled in my bonds to keep his seminal fluid oozing out of his big head.
His arms above me, and his thighs next to me were so massive I could be crushed under their weight. What a fucking gigantic man. I relaxed into this adoration of his vast powerful form, remembering the size and shape of his fingers, and wondering about his toes. My own prick stiffened quickly, there being very little there to take any tome, and I pushed my body up and down on his mass, as much for his pleasure as for mine, until I felt myself merging with his cock, proud to be smaller than his prick, and proud of the size of IT next to me. Desiring it to be my constant buddy, though all it wanted from me was to give it pleasure. I responded to its need from the deepest part of my soul till I felt the shaft growing hot with rapture, melting my body like butter. I felt as if I had become absorbed inside it, turned into hot, steamy liquid that rose up its length in greatly increasing waves of pleasure until I burst out the top of his maximum size in buckets of pure white ecstasy, and I found myself covered with his sticky jism, and my pants wet with my own insignificant contribution to the viscous ubiquity.
He sank back in his seat, completely relaxed as his dick became more flaccid, and my bonds less tight. Soon I thought he was asleep, and I slowly wriggled out of my enslavement.
"What the fuck are you doing now?!" he glared down at me from a merciless height. "Take you fucking clothes off NOW!" I obeyed like the midget I was. He gathered them up in his hand and tossed them out the window. "Fuck you!" he said and brushed me off the seat where I had a hard landing on the floor of his truck. His immense arms took control of the stick and wheel, and his colossal foot shifted next to me. I moved as far out of the way as I could, but he was only stepping on the gas, though he could easily crush me under his manly foot.
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