The Club
By: Oz

Note: Posted here with thanks to Oz of Coiled Fist

"Fuck yeah, pump my pussy ass!!" I moaned, leaning into the sling. The big daddy fucking me must have been six foot two, shaved head and pumping my ass hard, ripping it apart. "You're such a fucking slut boy, take this dick" he moaned, bucking into my ass. He was the second of five men in the room, the second of five to fuck my sore butt hole. The first guy, the red haired muscle stud was cleaning himself off after dumping a load of sperm up my colon. There were three eager guys waiting to do the same. "You're just a little slut aren't you boy, taking all these big men up your ass, shooting their cum inside you" the big man taunted. My legs were bound in the sling's stirrups and my head lay back. "Yeah big guy, fuck me hard, fuck me like the cunt I am!" I moaned, trying not to slur my words. I was drunk and mad, and I was draining my anger here. At the Sling.

The Sling was a sex club. It was a filthy sex club, inviting fisting, raw pumping, dirty sex. It was the kind of place you could only find when you were drunk. There was no sign, no street number, just a nondescript door down a dirty alley. Sober, you'd never know where it was, but when drunk off a bunch of beers at the Rawhide, man you made a beeline for this place. I'd been here twice before, the first time when my friend took me out for my birthday and we got totally wasted, the second time was a month later when I, again, got totally blasted. Thank God for Rocephin and Doxycycline.

Tonight was my third visit, and I was filled with nasty, lustful, rage. I wanted to get fucked into oblivion and that's what was happening. I parked myself in a sling, my furry ass up, and like moths to a flame, five big muscle daddies sauntered in, waiting to pummel my butt. I sat in the sling, waiting, looking to be used, fucked, abused and discarded. I hated myself, and as I was being humped by strangers, a furious tear rolled down my face.

*******

That evening my boyfriend dumped me. "Sorry Andy, it's just Jake is the guy for me," my boyfriend Nick explained, "He's just, well, you know, more my type, physically, sexually." I exploded, "What, because he's a big steroid queen?? So he's muscular and huge! You think that's love? You think that's a relationship??" I screamed, furious. I'd always been a bit self conscious with Jake, knowing he was a big guy and, as much as I worked out, I was basically a runt. I'm toned but genetics are genetics, and I'm never going to be a muscle God. "Fuck off asshole, get out," I screamed and Jake, never wanting to make a scene, left the loft and headed towards his asshole muscle head. I opened a bottle of wine and polished it off in thirty minutes. I opened a second and started it then thought, "Maybe I'll go out."

******

I was on number five. The fifth man, a hairy brute with a reddish brown Fu Manchu mustache and dark red stubble was grabbing my hips with his big hairy hands and thrusting his cock into my butt. "Yeah little man, take this big cock," he muttered as he pumped me. "You like the big guys, grabbing you, controlling you, " he continued. "Oh yeah, just take me, do what you want," I moaned back as he continued to casually pump my ass. At this point, I was so stretched out you could have stuck a fire extinguisher up my butt and it would have gone in easily. "You like this? Being a little dominated pussy boy? Controlled by a big man?" he continued. "Oh yeah, I want a big man to take me, to have me..." I moaned back. He stopped, dick inside me, and said soberly, "I can make that happen. You can be a little slave forever. You won't ever again have to worry about being responsible. I can do that for you. I can make sure you will always be cared for and wanted." I looked up into his face, my eyes red with alcohol, and I pondered the idea of being in complete servitude, of having no personal responsibility. No job, no bills, no mortgage. The thought of never having control, of being totally at the mercy of another. It sounded wonderful. It sounded hot. "Yeah, make it happen," I said, and in saying that, I stared into his eyes, and I felt a burn sear through my eyes and my body and I left my world.

I woke up on a rough soft pile of something, like huge wooden shavings. I was in a dark, small enclosure. I looked up and around. There was a wire screen in front, wooden walls around me. and a dark ominous room outside beyond the wire screen. The room outside was huge, like an airport hangar. I was naked. I heard soft murmuring around me, voices like mine, as if in rooms next door. My head hurt, my hangover kicking in. I looked around and figured I was high up, like on the tenth floor of a building. I walked to the screen and looked down, and indeed, I was up high. Through the dim light I looked around and saw an opening leading to a maze of rooms and an enormous door.

Through the wall next to me, I heard some moaning. I knocked on the wooden wall to arouse the attention of the moaning man. "Hey, what's going on?" I asked. A voice through the wood said, "You don't know? Jesus, look around dumbass. You've been shrunk. You're in a fucking cage!" the angry little voice responded. I sat there silent. It made sense yet was so impossible. I was shrunk? I leaned against the wooden wall again, "Who are you? What's happened?" The voice said, "Shit, I don't know, I was in a bar and this guy asked if I wanted to be 'at his mercy,' and he was hot, so I said yes. Next thing I know I wake up here." The weak voice began to cry, " Fuck man!! I'm here on vacation! I'm a musician, visiting from fucking Iowa! Now I'm in a cage in this club and I don't know what' s going to happen?"

Club? What does he mean club. I looked out again from my cage into the maze of rooms and from what I could see, it looked like a giant warren of spartan rooms. I saw one with a thick table, one with a brushed metal wall and a drain in the middle, another just empty. I could tell the network of huge rooms extended beyond my view. I thought again about this place being a club and saw no bar, no speakers. It then occurred to me. I flashed back to the Sling, last night. I sat back, nauseous as I realized where I was. I just had never seen a sex club that was empty before.

I heard the little sobs stop and the man next door to me wiped his sniffling nose. "What's your name?" he asked. "I'm Andy, you?" I responded, and he answered, "Everybody just calls me Wrangler. Nickname. Fuck doesn't really matter now anyway. I've been here a week and you're the first to care what my name is." I heard the dejection in his voice but he seemed grateful to talk, He said he was shy, though right now he seemed happy to talk to someone, so I pursued, "What's this place about?"

Wrangler sighed, taking a little pity on my naivete, and explained, "This is a sex club. It's for guys who get off on being giants so they come here and fuck around with us. All these rooms? Each one has a different theme, a different set up. Before the club opens, Master comes in and distributes some of us around to the rooms. Some of us stay in the cages and the guys may come and pick one of us to play with, like little rent boys. You'll be safe tonight though, you're new. Master is just going to, well, orient you. You won't have to do anything. Hope you're in shape though.."

My mind was swimming. After considering the situation, it seemed illogical. I asked, "Why does he have to kidnap us? There has to be guys who get off on being tiny, right? Why doesn't 'Master' shrink those guys and let them play with the giants?" Wrangler replied, sardonically, "Well what fun would that be? What giant wants a willing little guy? Shit, these guys get off on it, on the power, our terror, our helplessness." This was sick twisted shit. It was then I recalled my tenth floor altitude and, if I were this high up, there must be at least a hundred of these little cages below, maybe even above me, all filled with little men. Shit, no wonder this guy could run a club. We little men were innumerable.

Wrangler and I chatted a bit more. It was all superficial. We both understood what was coming and we both pretended it wasn't going to happen. Wrangler told me about himself, how he was a musician, how he had just come out here for vacation. We never talked more about how he ended up here. I think he felt guilty, responsible, for what happened to him. He'd never left Iowa before and this was his big coming out vacation. How could he have known it would end up like this?

A door swung open and huge pounding foot steps filled my ears. A giant booted man, the dark hairy daddy with the Fu Manchu mustache walked into the room, filling our fields of vision. This was "Master." His reddish brown mustache extended down to his chin and he had let the rest of his facial hair grow into a rough thick stubble. He was shirtless, wearing a pair of ragged jeans. The low light of the room gave him a dark exotic look. His huge muscles were the sort earned from years of lifting weights. In fact, he looked as if he had just been doing that as a thin layer of sweat clung to his fur covered body. His body hair, the same color as his mustache, covered his arms, stomach and chest. A thick bush, that was just starting to go a little gray, stood out between his large pectorals. As I glanced down to the top of his jeans, I could see the top of his pubic area and saw the suggestion of the thick bramble patch that lay underneath.

"ALRIGHT BOYS, ANOTHER NIGHT," he announced as he purposefully perused the cages. He grabbed a tray-like basket, flat and dark brown, then scanned the wall of cages. He started opening latches and pulled various small men out, grabbing them with his giant hairy fist. "YOU GUYS, PUT ON THE BELTS", and the men in the basket dutifully strapped on waist belts with large metal slabs where the pack would be on a backpack. "Magnets," Wrangler muttered to me, as the little men dutifully snapped on the accessories, "You'll see what that's about."

The giant then walked away with the tiny men in the basket under his arm and went to another room. Five minutes later he walked back in, the basket empty. He refilled the basket again with little men, who I noticed were all uniformly handsome. Again the giant left the room only to return five minutes later. This time, the giant scanned the cages with a more concerned look. He only took twenty or so little guys into the basket. I noticed these guys were a bit different. Some were badly bruised, even crippled such that they could not stand up or walk. It was like they had been in a huge car crash or something and belonged in an emergency room, not here. Others sat in the basket, holding their knees and rocked psychotically back and forth. A couple were screaming obscenities at the giant, ignoring the obvious size difference. Ignoring the verbal abuse, the giant walked away towards the room with the thick table, the basket of "imperfect" men clutched under his huge arm. He then walked back and announced, "RELAX GUYS, YOU'RE OFF THE HOOK. YOU'RE GOING TO BE THE RENT BOYS TONIGHT, SO LOOK CUTE FOR THE CUSTOMERS AND MAYBE ONE WILL PICK YOU. UNTIL THEN YOU CAN SIT BACK AND TAKE IT EASY," then the giant man turned his stubbled mustached face towards me, "EXCEPT FOR YOU."

The giant stared into my cage, smiling lasciviously, and said, "TONIGHT IS YOUR ORIENTATION. I'LL BE TAKING YOU AROUND, PERSONALLY, INTRODUCING YOU TO YOUR NEW WORLD. PRETTY FAR AWAY FROM LAST NIGHT WHEN I HAD YOU IN THE SLING, WHEN I WAS FUCKING YOUR SLUTTY ASS. SHIT, IF I TRIED TO FUCK YOU NOW, I'D SPLIT YOU APART LIKE A BALKAN STATE!" He laughed at his own joke, then stood up, his broad furry chest facing me, and said, "TONIGHT YOU'RE REALLY GOING TO KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BE SUBMISSIVE. I'LL BE BACK TO 'PICK YOU UP' LATER."

He turned and left, and I was a bit shaken. "Don't worry about it, tonight's your easy night," Wrangler said. I sat there wondering what orientation entailed. I didn't have much time to ponder this though, when Master came back in. He had changed into a leather harness and black jock strap. I looked down to see his black leather boots, thick muscled calves covered with that ubiquitous reddish brown fur, emerging from them. I also heard some deep muttering in the background and I saw some distant movement as a number of unseen men wandered into the club, milling about. "OKAY LITTLE MAN, SHOWTIME."

He opened the door to my cage and tossed in four lengths of leather cord with leather cuffs attached at the ends. "PUT THOSE ON BOY, YOUR WRISTS AND YOUR ANKLES," the giant commanded, and I obeyed, not sure about where this was headed. The giant looked down as I attached the leather cords to my four limbs, and he then began to unsnap the front of his harness. He removed the steel circle to which the leather straps of the harness were attached. He reached into my cage, his thick fingers outstretched like a giant creature attacking me, and grabbed me. His fingers wrapped around my body and I could feel all his strength behind those fingers. His giant hand easily enveloped my whole body. He held me in his fist and brought me to his chest. With his other hand, he took one of the leather cords and tied it to one of the straps of his harness. This left me dangling against his firm hairy stomach. He the then proceeded to tie each cord to a corresponding leather strap such that I had replaced the steel ring, and it was my body that held the leather harness together. I was spread eagle, facing forward, my back against the giant's chest. His thick bush of chest hair surrounded me, rough against my back and sprouting around the periphery of my body. The cuffs pulled on my limbs tightly, my legs almost doing the splits, and I was now grateful for my yoga classes. I understood Wrangler's wish that I was "in shape" as I was pulled tight against the giants chest by the huge black leather harness. I feared one flex of the giant's back and my arm would be ripped out of it's socket. My body was exposed on the giant's chest, and I couldn't hide it. My chest, my crotch were on full, helpless display.

The giant reached up and roughly caressed my naked body, the calloused pad of his index finger rubbing my cock. I got hard. What the fuck? I was strapped helpless against the broad expanse of this giant's muscular chest, and I was getting a boner. I looked up to see a huge hairy face smiling down at me, "HMM, YOU LIKE THIS. I MIGHT KEEP YOU AROUND FOR AWHILE," the giant murmured back in a voice so deep I felt it in my gut, "LET'S LOOK AROUND."

The giant man started wandering and I bounced against his chest as we explored the sex club. This was my first view beyond the cage. We first walked into this room which I had previously seen empty. However, now, it was set up with little model houses, like a country village. I realized, although it was a model, it was exactly the right size for me as I could easily have lived in one of the tiny houses. "THIS IS FOR GUYS WHO WANT TO BE GIANTS. WHEN YOU'RE ASSIGNED TO THIS ROOM, YOU WILL BEHAVE AS IF YOUR TOWN HAS BEEN INVADED. THE GUYS LIKE TO TRAMPLE THE HOUSES, PICK YOU UP AND TERRORIZE YOU, ALL THAT SHIT. DON'T WORRY, GUYS WHO COME IN HERE ARE GIVEN STRICT INSTRUCTIONS NOT TO DESTROY YOU LITTLE GUYS. STILL, YOU MIGHT FIND THIS PHYSICALLY, WELL, CHALLENGING. IT GETS A LITTLE ROUGH." As the master described this, two guys walked in and stood amongst the little buildings, their feet bigger than the houses. They toed the roofs of some of the buildings, eliciting little screams from within. As if on cue, tiny men, guys from the cages, ran out of the houses. The big guys laughed and one of them reached down with a giant hand to grab one of the fleeing men. It was all an act on the part of the little guys, acting surprised and all. They knew they were tiny, but they had to pretend this was all a big shock. The giant who now had a small man in hand, fondled him in his fist as the other proceeded to knock down a few houses.

More giants were milling about the dimly lit club and I heard their deep murmurs, conversing with each other. Most of these men tended towards the muscular, leather type. Their demeanors clearly were dominant and aggressive. Some were a bit older with muscled, but softer bodies, There were some young punk looking guys with lean smooth physiques and tattoos. Most, however, appeared to be in their forties, ripe prime aged beef. Most were wearing some variation of leather gear, though many were naked except for huge boots.

Master stretched his shoulders back and the leather straps of his harness yanked my limbs. Again, his hand absent mindedly fondled me as he reached up as if to scratch his chest, rubbing me into his fur, into his hot sweaty skin. "THIS ROOM, WELL, YOU'LL SEE," the giant said as we walked into the room with the metal wall. The giant customers were all facing the metal wall, some with their faces pressed against it like they were making out with the cold surface, others aiming their pelvises toward the wall. As I focused, I noticed little men from the cages stuck up on the wall like refrigerator magnets. These were the guys who put on the little magnetic back packs. Master stepped in so I could get a closer look. I saw one giant kissing and licking a little man who was stuck to the wall at the level of the giant's face. Another unfortunate guy was attached lower, at crotch level. He was getting probed and poked by the flesh of a giant erection. There were lots of the little guys attached to the wall, their magnetic "backpacks" holding them in place, and the giants would occasionally reach up and grab a little man between thick beefy fingers and move him to a different position on the wall. One greedy giant took one guy to his crotch level and demanded a blow job, while he pulled another up towards his face and he slobbered and sucked on him at the same time. The little guys helplessly squirmed as they were molested by these giant men.

Finally, we entered another more intimate room. The lights were even lower and there were giant couches throughout. A large hairy bear of a giant was lying on one, and he was fondling a little man standing on his vast furred abdomen. The giant's other hand was slowly stroking his stiff, towering dick, and it almost appeared to be sneaking up on the little man from behind. In the dark I could barely make out other figures: a young punk dangling a little kicking man over his mouth, two giants together who appeared to be sharing one of the little men, another man pumping his meat furiously with little arms barely visible clenched between his huge dick and his fist.

We walked back into the first room from whence we came. "THAT'S THE CLUB. YOU'LL BE WORKING IT NEXT TIME," Master said as we walked back to the cages. Although I was intimidated by the giant, my curiosity got the better of me, "What is that room with the table?" "DON'T WORRY ABOUT THAT ROOM, IT WON'T CONCERN YOU, I HOPE," the giant said as he untied the leather laces from his harness and placed me back in my cage. I took the cuffs off and he watched me. I looked back up into his huge eyes, his rough looking face leering back at me. "FUCK MAN, THE FRESH ONES ARE ALWAYS HOT," and his hand plunged back in for me, "THE BOSS HAS TO HAVE HIS FUN TOO."

I awoke the next morning in my cage, aching from the night before. My thighs were sore from clenching the giant dick. Master had me ride his broad cock like a wild horse, and it was all I could do to stay on as he flexed and bucked his cock around. My chest and stomach were red with beard burn after the giant sucked and nibbled me as I lay on my back in his upturned hand. The customers would be rougher.

The next night, Master pulled Wrangler and me into the basket with a bunch of other little guys. He gave us the little magnet backpacks and I knew where I was headed. As he carried us into the room, basket under his arm, I had a chance to look up. As humiliated and degraded as I was, I still found myself fascinated, looking up at the huge bicep carrying us so effortlessly, and at the dark furry bush under his arm which was wafting the most potent masculine musk over us. Once in the room, he picked us up, each one, gingerly in his thick fingers and placed us randomly on the metal wall, and we were stuck there, helplessly dangling our arms and legs, held firmly by magnetism. Wrangler and I were placed near each other. He looked so despondent. "God, I'd do anything to get out of here," he sighed.

The giants wandered in as the club opened, the dim light giving everything a yellowed, sepia tone. Two giants walked in, one clearly looking forward to wreaking havoc, his dark bearded friend looking much more uncertain. "FUCK YOU GOTTA SEE THIS ROOM," the one giant said to his friend. This first giant was muscled, but smooth with longish hair, and a frat boy smirk on his face. He had clearly been here before. His friend, by the shocked look on his face, apparently had not. He had a dark beard, short hair, and a muscular, hairy Mediterranean body. He looked concerned, saying, "UH, MAN THIS IS KIND OF FUCKED UP, I MEAN THESE ARE REAL GUYS HERE!" His long haired buddy rolled his eyes at his more sensitive friend and urged him, "C'MON DUDE, THESE AREN'T REALLY MEN." With that, he looked towards Wrangler and me and squinted his eyes. He walked towards me, and grabbed my sides, lowering me down and away from Wrangler, instructing his friend, "DUDE, YOU TAKE THE SMOOTH GUY, I'LL PLAY WITH THIS LITTLE HAIRY ONE." He pulled me off to the side, crotch level, as I saw the bearded guy face little Wrangler. I looked up, comparing Wrangler's little body against the giant head before him. The dark haired man reached up a thick hairy finger and gently petted Wrangler's front.

"LITTLE RUNT, FUCKING PAY ATTENTION TO ME!!" the long haired giant grunted. He had begun gathering little men, lining us up, facing his crotch. He smirked as he pulled on his thick cock, and said to his friend, "DUDE, WATCH THIS," and with that he looked down at us from above and aimed his penis at us. A hot blast of urine blew out, hitting me square in the face, and he pissed back and forth, soaking all of us little guys in the line. He roared with laughter as he soaked us all, some of us being pushed along the metal wall by the fire hose power of his yellow stream. He ran out of urine and howled with laughter and looked to his friend, and said "DID YOU SEE THAT??" but his friend was preoccupied with Wrangler. His huge bearded face was up close and he was talking to Wrangler! Talking? I looked up, squinting, to see Wrangler talk back, as if he was chatting with some guy in a bar. The dark haired muscle bear gently plucked Wrangler off the wall and held him in his upturned palm, smiling down at him. He walked out of the room, Wrangler in hand, and found Master. After talking, the two giants smiled and shook hands. The giant burly bear walked back in and told his friend, "LISTEN I'M GOING NOW. I JUST BOUGHT THIS LITTLE GUY AND I'M TAKING HIM BACK HOME." His frat boy buddy looked a little pissed that his friend was ducking out early. The dark haired muscle man walked out, a happy little Wrangler cupped in his beefy palm.

I couldn't believe it, Wrangler was getting out of this. And that hot bear giant seemed to really like him! Goddammit! He got out! Although I knew Wrangler would remain tiny the rest of his life, he would at least live with a nice giant and that had to be better than this. I looked up as the dark furred giant left with Wrangler and I seethed with jealousy. I was stuck here, while Wrangler was off to live, if not a normal life, at least a happier, safer life. Tiny, but treated with love and respect. Abruptly brought back to my reality, another hot blast of piss nailed me in the face and the asshole giant frat boy roared with laughter.

I awoke again in my cage. I was demoralized, depressed at Wrangler's departure, and I stank of old piss. I sulked in my cage all day, and didn't even realize the whole day had passed until Master returned, ready to set up the club. He must have always hit the gym before opening as he had a sheen of sweat on his skin and a thick male aroma. He gathered us into the baskets. Tonight I was put in the little village.

It was amazing, each night this little replica village had to be rebuilt after the giants destroyed it. The scale was perfect and as Master picked us out of the basket and put us down into the model town, it was almost like being normal again. None of us little guys really talked to each other, as if talking to another little man acknowledged our pathetic circumstances. Instead we sauntered off into the town, each selecting our "home" for the evening. Except for the fact that we were all naked, it was a perfect re-creation of a small rural town. The buildings were rustic, there was even a field off in the distance of this great room. The lights were dimmed to mimic twilight. The club didn't open for awhile, so I explored my selected home, a white two story house on a large yard, towards the outskirts. The inside was sparsely furnished, just enough to seem realistic to a marauding giant I supposed. Still, there were a few chairs, a bed. I walked up to the second floor and lay in the bed. It wasn't exactly comfortable, just some cloth on a hard wooden surface, but it was more comfortable and more human than my cage. I rested a bit, then got up again. I looked out the window of my room and saw a large meadow. It remained still as there was no wind in the room. Still it was sufficiently realistic that I could imagine myself out in my country home. I pretended this was my weekend cottage, an escape from my hectic city life. I imagined I brought my boyfriends here for romantic weekends, or I'd just come here to get away and read a book. I would have known most of the townspeople, and they would have liked me, even though I only came on weekends. I imagined a peaceful, tranquil oasis.

Huge thuds shattered my day dream as a few giants stomped in, laughing. I looked out the window and saw a massively obese gray haired giant standing in the middle of the town. He roared ferociously then laughed as he knelt down, ripping the roof off of a house. A small man ran out the door before the building could collapse on him and the fat giant scooped him up in a thick meaty paw. The giant stood up, little man in fist and stomped off looking for another. The little man was swinging perilously close to the giants hairy crotch. The giant looked down, grinned, then vigorously rubbed the little man into his huge hardening dick. The giant stopped and noticed another little guy running away. He reached down for him as well and laughed as he held two little squirming men, one in each hand. He grinned at his good fortune, as he stared down into his thick, hammy fists.

As I watched this unfold, two younger, hugely muscled guys walked in, clearly a couple. I squinted my eyes as they headed towards the outskirts of the town, my house, and they looked vaguely familiar. With sudden, horrible recognition, I saw it was my ex, Nick, and his new muscle slut Jake. I was filled with rage seeing them together like this, then terror, as I realized they might find me. They were a bit drunk as they stumbled towards my "house." I backed away from the window, in a ridiculous attempt to hide myself. As they came in they laughed, "FEE FI FO FUM," then collapsed in hysterical intoxicated laughter. They stuck their huge toes under roofs then flipped them up, looking down for little victims. "Please, don't find me, please.." I hoped in vain. However, typical of my luck for the past few days, they headed straight towards me, away from the crowded village center. Here in the outskirts, they were more alone. I stepped away from the window, hoping not to be seen. Two pairs of huge feet, stopped in front of my little house.

"LET'S CHECK THIS ONE OUT," I heard Nick rumble. The feet disappeared from view, and I hoped they were moving on to another building, when a huge brown eye, blinking, stared through my window. "I THINK WE FOUND ONE JAKE," Nick chuckled. He didn't recognize me yet. He just stared at me as I pressed myself against the wall, terrified and humiliated. Why did he have to see me like this? All of a sudden the huge brown eye, the eye that for the past five years had stared into mine, widened in surprised recognition. A huge deep voice resonated, "HOLY SHIT!"

He saw me. Fuck! The shocked giant eye then squinted into a grin and I knew I was in for it. "WELL, LOOK WHO'S HERE?" Nick mocked. He had always been so quiet and polite, but now, with a clear advantage, his distinctively evil eye looked at me through my tiny window, and his civility disappeared. I looked out, stunned at my astonishing misfortune. "WELL, LITTLE GUY, YOU'RE EVEN SMALLER AND PUNIER THAN BEFORE!" Nick had discovered his cruel streak as he called to his new boyfriend. "JAKE, C'MERE, YOU HAVE TO SEE THIS," Nick called out to his muscle-queen lover. Jake lumbered over, and a second giant blue eye peered through the window at me with a look of hatred. "OH MAN," Jake snickered, "IT'S YOUR LITTLE EX-RUNT. HE'S EVEN MORE TRAGIC NOW!" The last two people I ever wanted to see again, much less at my new size, had discovered me. "LET'S SHOW HIM HOW THE BIG BOYS PLAY," Nick laughed, and with that, the two huge eyes disappeared as they stood up.

A terrifying silence followed. I stared out the window, then looked up, waiting. I heard two huge thuds, as if trucks had fallen out of the sky landing on either side of the house. I had no idea what to do. I looked out the window but couldn't see a sign of either giant. I pressed my back against the wall, my terror amplified by the ominous silence. I looked around the room. I couldn't think what to do, where to run. I felt surrounded. I stood paralyzed with fear, and I could only wait. I could only wait to see what Nick had in store for me.

A huge crash overhead sent debris flying over the room and the ceiling caved in. I gasped in fear and slid down the wall onto the floor. I recognized Nick's uncircumcised erection as it crashed through from above. A thick drop of precum splashed onto the floor and it's heat splattered onto my feet. "AWW, NERVOUS?" Nick sneered. He was on his knees, each leg straddling the house. He glowered down at me through the shattered roof looking supremely pissed, his battering ram dick still in hand, and he continued,"WHY YOU NERVOUS, HUH? THINK I MIGHT BE AN ANGRY GIANT AFTER YOU KICKED ME OUT OF THE LOFT? AWW, DON'T BE NERVOUS...NO, YOU SHOULD BE SCARED SHITLESS!" This threat gave me pause. I realized I was fucked. I turned and ran towards the back of the house. I reached the stairs when BOOM a huge fist powered through the roof blocking my way, shattering the stairs and the floor near me. The clenched fingers sent splinters flying around and I ducked for protection. I got up and ran to the left side when a huge blond haired foot powered through the wall in front of my path, destroying a whole side of the house. I remained on what was left of the second floor. The roof gone, I looked up through the mangled ceiling. Nick had stood up, his arm draped around Jake, both looking down at me from their full heights. They were stroking enormous erections that were aimed down at me.

"WHAT DID YOU EVER SEE IN THAT LITTLE GUY?" Jake asked Nick, both still looking down at me. "DON'T KNOW. CAN'T BARELY SEE HIM AT ALL NOW!" Nick replied and both giants laughed. Jake reached down to grab me. I had nowhere to go and could only stand there as his thick hand wrapped around my body and lifted me to his face. His calloused fingers molested me roughly in his grip. The fingers rubbed across my chest, my dick. "AND NOW YOU'RE JUST A LITTLE WHORE, PEOPLE PAY MONEY TO FUCK WITH YOU," Jake whispered hotly into my face. Nick added, "YEAH, AND WE PAID OUR MONEY, SO LET'S HAVE FUN."

Jake dropped his fist carelessly to his side and he and Nick trod through the town. By this time, most of the town had been destroyed, and all the little men had been captured and were presently being played with in the various giants' hands. Jake's grip intermittently clenched, squeezing my ribs and knocking the air out of me as the two giants headed for the artificial "field." The two giants planted their enormous rumps in the grass and Jake held me to his face. He opened his hand and Nick reached over. Nick, smiling, flicked me hard with his index finger, leaving a huge bruise on my hip. Alarmed, I shot a glance back at Nick but the two giants just laughed. Jake turned to Nick and said, "WHAT DO YOU WANT TO DO WITH HIM, " and Nick slyly smiled, "YOU KNOW, HE WAS ALWAYS SUCH A BOTTOM, I NEVER HAD HIM IN MY ASS." The two giants looked to each other knowingly as Nick stood up. I knew what was going to happen as well.

"LET'S LUBE HIM UP," and Jake opened his mouth and threw me in, sloshing me around in hot, stinging saliva. He spit me out roughly and I landed in his hand, painfully, on my bruised hip. I curled up in his palm, trying to shield myself in vain, as Jake then coughed up a wad of phlegm and slowly let it drip on my body. "OH MAN, THAT'S SICK!," Nick snickered looking down. "LET'S GET SOME REAL LUBE ON HIM," Jake added, and he brought his hand down to his crotch and milked the pre cum he had been brewing onto my body. Roughly, Jake rubbed all the slick body fluids over my body, vigorously shoving his finger up my face inducing a huge black eye. He squeezed my chest and abdomen between his thumb and finger, aggressively massaging the body fluids into me and I felt a rib crack. This rough treatment bruised me to the point where the pain became unbearable.

"I THINK HE'S READY, DUDE," Jake giggled. Nick stood up and bent over spreading his cheeks wide. I was feeling just on the border of consciousness as Jake pinched my stomach between his forefinger and thumb. I got nauseous from the pressure on my gut and I could only weakly push at Jake's large finger in protest. Jake jammed my feet against Nick's hole, but I was so exhausted, my legs just splayed apart. "C'MON PUSSY, STRAIGHTEN YOUR LEGS OR I'LL JUST SHOVE YOU IN!" Jake warned. I obeyed and my legs slipped into the filthy wet hole. Nick's ass spasmed at the invasion and I heard him moan up front, "OH YEAH, PUSH HIM IN MORE BABY!" Jake eagerly complied, pushing on my head with one thick finger. I slipped in even more and started kicking my legs in adrenalin induced panic. "FUCK I CAN FEEL HIM KICKING, MAN THIS IS AWESOME!" Nick yelled. As he jacked himself off, his ass spasmed one more time and I slipped in even more, my right arm slipping through the hole, only my head and left arm outside. I was on the verge of complete immersion.

Jake saw this and, panicking himself, yelled, "DUDE, PUSH HIM OUT, HE'S GOING ALL THE WAY IN!" and hearing this Nick panicked as well and I felt pressure pushing me out. However, the vacuum of Nick's rectal walls held me tight and I felt myself submerging. As Jake saw this he grabbed my left arm at the elbow and pulled me roughly. Nick's ass held me tight as Jake pulled even harder. Suddenly, with one brisk pull, I was yanked out of Nick's prison and I heard a loud pop as my left shoulder dislocated.

My scream echoed across the artificial town and I lay in Jake's hand, holding my immobile left arm against my chest. I could see the worried looks in Nick and Jake's faces. They hadn't intended to take it this far, but here I was, beaten, bruised, and worst of all, my left arm immobile as the ball of my humerus protruded grossly under the skin in front of it's proper place.

Thundering foot steps pounded forward as Master rushed into the room, his giant feet marching across the tiny town. I saw his angry face looking down at the two frightened giants. They both guiltily realized, by injuring me, they had violated a major rule. "GIVE HIM TO ME" Master instructed coldly and Jake gently handed my battered body over. I was safely in Master's hand, and he continued, "... AND GET OUT." Nick and Jake looked sheepishly at each other and walked out. Neither looked back at me.

Master held me in his left palm, looking down concerned and he sighed, "THIS IS GOING TO HURT." He placed his thumb on my chest and pressed me firmly into his palm to hold me in place. He then grasped my left arm between his enormous thumb and forefinger and pulled, briskly. The pain was as if my arm was being yanked off my body, but I heard a loud "thunk" and my shoulder was back in place. It was sore but I could now move it a little. "I THINK YOU'RE DONE WORKING FOR THE NIGHT," Master said in a low soothing voice, and he took me back to my cage and placed me gently inside. He came back later with shot glass full of whiskey. I drank enough to mask the pain and went to sleep.

The next morning I woke up. My shoulder was still sore, more swollen but I could move it. I started to cough, and the pain in my chest was excruciating. "Fucking rib must've broken after all," I thought. I found I could only take shallow breaths comfortably. The light of the morning revealed the visible damage I'd suffered. An enormous purple bruise had developed over my broken rib. The one on my hip had gotten larger but was starting to fade to brown. My one eye was almost swollen shut. There were abrasions on my stomach and legs where Jake had rubbed his various body fluids into me. I felt as though I'd survived a huge car crash, and was left to die on the side of the road. I wanted more whiskey. Master came back to check on me that morning and he didn't look pleased. "COME HERE," and he gingerly picked me out of my cage, so gently for such a giant. He held me in his hand and looked down, an apologetic look on his face. "FUCKING ASSHOLES," he thought out loud, and I knew he was speaking of Jake and Nick. "LET'S SEE IF WE CAN MAKE YOU BETTER," he murmured and he took me to his room. He lay me down on a folded washcloth on a table, and brought over a huge package of frozen peas. He set me so that my shoulder and chest lay on the cold package, and I felt instant relief. I coughed a bit, sending charges of pain through my chest. I looked up into Master's eyes and saw a look of caring that seemed ironic, considering he had shrunk me, against my will, to be a whore in his giant brothel. Still the look of concern was unmistakable. He rubbed me gently with the back of his thick hairy finger, and, for some inexplicable reason, I felt safe.

The next few days, Master continued to care for me. My arm was getting much better with the ice treatment. Master let me lay on his expansive hairy chest, and the feeling of such comforting power, underneath me, felt wonderful. He would caress my body with his fingers, occasionally laying me in his palm and kissing me, his coarse Fu Manchu mustache lingering over my healing body. Unfortunately, my shallow breathing was not improving as my rib fracture prevented me from taking sufficient breaths. Despite nightly shots of whiskey, left in my cage, the pain was just not controllable.

Three days later, despite the attentive care of Master, I developed a fever. My breathing became a bit labored and when I coughed, eliciting burning pain in my chest, green phlegm came up. My shoulder was healing but my lungs were failing at my inability to clear them. I knew I was developing pneumonia as my rib fracture prevented me from coughing up the poison that was brewing in me. If this continued, I knew I would die.

Master seemed to sense that too, despite his attentive care. He would hold me in his hand, looking down at me, his rough stubbled face melting into concern. He would rub my chest, hoping to bring out the crap filling my lungs, but all that would come out were screams of pain. In more healthy moments, he would fondle me, getting lost in the pleasure of holding a helpless little man in his muscular grip. He would occasionally hold me to his stiffened cock, rubbing me against it's steely masculinity, almost as much for my pleasure as for his. I loved this, but felt inadequate at my weakened state, and felt unable to pleasure him. He would reward me occasionally with thick volleys of cum, which he would spray over my damaged body. It was sweet the way he did this and it made me feel, despite my battered body, useful and attractive.

Not much later, before the club opened, he found me in my cage, weak, gasping for breath. He looked at me and I looked back into his huge eyes. He then looked away and proceeded to pick out men for the night. Given the recent situation, I was used to being left alone in my cage, clearly unable to work. However, tonight, after he placed the little magnetized men against the wall, after he had placed the little villagers in their scaled down homes, he came back to my cage and opened the latch. He pulled me out and placed me in the basket and I looked around at the other men in the basket and saw only damaged specimens like myself. Men who were battered like me physically. Men who were damaged mentally, rocking in place, clearly not accepting their status as miniature humans. I realized this was not good.

The other attractive, fit men were left in their cages and Master gave his usual instructions to "LOOK CUTE" as they were the rent boys for the night. However, he took me and the other disposable men into the basket and we were headed for the room. The room with the table.

Again, I couldn't help but look up at the huge strong arm that held the basket. I sniffed the air, triggering an awful spasm of coughing, just to remember the masculine scent of the armpit above me. A sense of forboding filled me as we entered the room with the thick table and Master lowered each of us into it's deep thick chamber. The table actually was more of a wooden pit, high wooden walls giving the illusion of thick wood from the outside. The high walls surrounded us and even if we were healthy, we could never have scaled them. Master then dropped the basket as giant men wandered in, looking at us, deep within the confines of this high walled trap, looking at us hungrily. I felt like a tiny bull in a bullring, the spectators all giant hungry men. They looked down at us with smiling, glassy looks in their eyes. Master leaned against the wall, his thick back leaning against it as he looked down, dismay and disappointment on his face.

"MY FAVORITE PART OF THE NIGHT!" announced one of the giants and I recognized him as the fat gray haired man who had marauded the village on the night I was attacked by Nick and Jake. The paunchy giant placed two fat hairy hands on the top of our wooden wall and he scanned the enclosure. A little man, huddled in the corner, rocked back and forth, insane from fear. The gray haired giant smiled and reached down grabbing him between two thick fingers and lifted him up to his face. He played with the little man in his hand, using his big clumsy fingers to fondle the tiny naked body. The giant's stomach growled ferociously and the giant laughed as he patted his huge abdomen with his free hand. "AND IT FEELS SO GOOD ON THE WAY DOWN" the giant murmured to the tiny frightened man in his fingers. He opened up his huge bearded mouth and dropped the little man inside. The little man, whose insanity had shielded him, was cruelly brought back to reality as the only sound I ever heard him utter, a muffled scream, came from within the giant's mouth. The giant swallowed him whole, a thin stream of saliva dropping to the table.

The other giants applauded, laughing, and this first victim encouraged the other giants to begin their own feasts. A couple of muscular guys, a daddy and boy pair, next looked down into the enclosure, selecting another frightened little man. The older man was bald with a dark goatee. His young partner had closely clipped blond hair and a smooth, muscular body. The daddy grabbed his small victim in a fierce muscled fist and brought him up for inspection. The unfortunate little man passed, as the daddy held him up, legs out, and fed him to his smiling eager boy. The younger giant, smiling, opened up wide as his daddy fed him, but rather than swallowing him directly, the young guy held the little man firmly in his lips waist deep. The younger giant smiled, holding the screaming creature tightly in his thick fleshy lips. The older man snickered then approached his protege for a kiss, encasing the upper half of the tiny man in his goateed mouth. It was a deep kiss. The two slowly started kissing hungrily. The giants each reached for the other's crotch and they began masturbating each other, the ferocity of their kiss increasing as they got more aroused.

Abruptly, my attention turned to a little man next to me, frantically pushing himself away, his apparently broken leg dragging behind. He was too slow however, as another giant hand, covered in thick blond hair, grabbed him, pulling him from the floor, This little crippled man was not protected by insane delusion and was cruelly aware of his impending fate. Horrified, I looked up to see a young hairy muscled punk, tattooed underneath his copious blond fur, dangle the terrified little man over his mouth. As he dropped him in, he opened his mouth, showing the other giants the tiny man sitting on his tongue. As the other giants smiled in approval, the young punk clenched down and a sickening crunch echoed through the enclosure. The giant kid grinned broadly to the approving crowd, red flesh staining his deadly teeth.

The muscled pair of giants were going at it now, ferociously. Their moans were audible such that the other giants were paying attention, stroking their oak sized erections as they watched. The younger giant started moaning louder as his dominant partner stroked him more aggressively. The two men, lips firmly locked, simultaneously groaned in ecstacy and there was another sickening crunch as their orgasmic cries filled the whole room. Their jaws clenched and they both leaned back smiling in post orgasmic bliss, blood again dripping down their chins. They gulped then embraced sweetly.

This gruesome scenario unfolding took me beyond fear as my gut clenched in disgust. All these giants indulging in this cannibalistic orgy were beyond any horror I could imagine. We were nothing more than sexual appetizers now, waiting to be consumed. I almost vomited but a hacking cough interrupted me as I grasped the depravity. Distracted by the horror, I was surprised by the sudden pressure on my body as a giant hand grabbed me from behind.

"Oh Jesus," I thought out loud, as the hand of a middle aged giant brought me to his face. Unlike most of the giants here, this one was less buffed, more the office accountant type. He looked like someone beaten down my life, who came to this club to assert a power he lacked outside the club. He looked down and in a mousy, though loud voice, said, "YOU LOOK LIKE A YUMMY LITTLE MAN!" He licked his lips and as he lifted me to his open mouth, I cried out.

"HOLD IT GUY, I'M SORRY, I CAN'T LET YOU HAVE THIS ONE," Master interupted, laying a huge but comforting hand on the mousy giant's shoulder. The giant who had me in his deadly grasp looked disappointed, but reverting to his submissive nature, handed me over to Master. I was relieved in a way only a reprieved death row inmate could understand. As I was passed to Master's waiting palm, my body relaxed, into the strong rough flesh and his thick fingers, reassuringly, wrapped around me.

Master took me to a corner of the room. In the distance I could hear the cries of the tiny men as they were consumed by the horny, hungry giants. "I'M SORRY MAN, I COULDN'T LET YOU GO THIS WAY," Master reassured me, looking down at me with his beautiful giant eyes. I saw his huge face, apologetic compassion in his eyes, as he held me. I coughed violently and uttered a meek, "Thanks." He fingered me gently with his free index finger, and softly said, "I CAN'T STAND TO SEE YOU SUFFER LIKE THIS, I WANT TO MAKE YOUR PAIN GO AWAY," he whispered, almost tearfully, and I had this image of him taking care of me, bringing me back to health. Another coughing spasm took over. Realistically, I knew he couldn't help me, my injuries had left me too far gone for recovery. Still, I held onto the fantasy that with his comfort I could return. What could he do though? It wasn't as if he could take a six inch man to a hospital. I put that thought out of my mind though, indulging in the fantasy he could save me, cure me. He leaned his beautiful, giant face towards me and kissed my body tenderly, no lust, just concern and caring in his kiss. "YOU WANT YOUR PAIN GONE? YOU WANT THIS MISERY OVER?" he asked and I nodded, yes.

I felt battered beyond redemption. Not only physically but emotionally. My bruises, my fever, my miserable cough, mirrored my emotional state, destroyed and irrevocably headed towards death. "LET ME RELEASE YOU," he softly murmured, and still the deep voice reverberated in my gut. He kissed me once more and I lay back passively, accepting his love. I looked into his eyes as he stared down at me in his giant palm. I rolled my face to the side, extolling in the rough masculine skin, releasing myself to him. He licked my legs, slowly extending his tongue underneath me. I leaned back in complete submission. He took my legs in his hot wet mouth and I reveled in the feeling of his muscular tongue manipulating my body. Master then brought me into his mouth, sucking me into him. I knew my pain would soon be over. "COME INTO ME," he uttered, his mouth full of me, "RELEASE YOUR PAIN," and I gave up. He swallowed me whole and as his throat contracted, I gave myself to him fully.

The End