On the hard, callous palm of his giant friend, jim stared up at the enormous face. The hairy chin and dark eyes seemed to be transformed from mere parts of his friend to horrfying elements of a captor.
As damian rested himself on the sand near the rocks, secluded from the beach, and also from other people. Jim sat and waited for a word to be uttered from the giant, but was only met with silence.
Two giant fingers filled Jim's vision as they rubbed up and down the tiny body. The skin stank of college giant; thinking of all the horrible places they could have been prior to pressing down on his face Jim gave a shudder.
The fingers slammed hard onto the little man, but he remained unhurt. A smile crept across the face of Damian as the palm was lowered down to the ground.
Damians other hand retreated within the confines of his shorts as he scratched his massive, hairy package, which jim had only breifly seen once as Damian got changed at his place (which Jim was thankful for)
The cock bounced around underneath its fabric cover. The stinking fingers came out, with extra moisture and rested on the tiny man. The smell was disgusting, Jim almost vomiting in his friends hand due to the stench of man musk.
Finally the giant spoke, he boomed "You've had your massage
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