Grant
By: Half Inch High

Grant

After he’d finished fucking another workmate, Grant cleaned himself up and as always, admired his massive cock, smiling at it and watching its still throbbing shaft. He’d done with the other guy, and didn’t even notice as he hobbled away groaning with some discomfort.

Grant was a 22 year old stud. Known affectionately by his friends as ‘The Ram’ because he was so randy, and actually really warped. He worked on a construction site, and was one of those muscley lads you see with baggy trousers tucked into their heavy boots. He was no real good looker, not that tall, fairly average facially, with shortish hair that curled a little, but he had one of the cheekiest, sexiest smiles known. The kind that lets you know he’ll fuck you when he wants you, his eyes sparkled, and the way he walked, was that confident swagger which also told you just how well hung he was.

Grant fucked endlessly, he didn’t care who, male or female, young or old, he just didn’t care. He particularly liked guys just a bit older and bigger than him, it made him feel powerful, plus they could take his cock better than the younger guys who only squealed. Grant enjoyed squealers too, he just preferred pounding an older guy, and sometimes he’d fuck his workmates, most of whom were straight, just to show them what a stud he was.

Sometimes though he grew bored of just fucking, and his twisted mind wandered to dreaming up other ways of enjoyment, but if only they were possible!

One of his greatest desires was not just to fuck a guy, but to be able to own him. Grants cock was massive, over 10” long, and he’d often wished that after he’d done with a guy, that his cock would just suck the guy up and keep him there. Grant had felt this desire for many years during many fucks, and often felt himself willing it to happen. He didn’t know how, maybe the guy would shrink from exhaustion, and just slip inside Grants cock, or perhaps it would grow massively and just envelope the guy. It didn’t matter; he imagined his dream, knowing it wouldn’t happen.

After a hot day at work, one of the guys working on site came and sat with Grant to have an afternoon beer. His name was Jack, he was in his early thirties and about the same size as Grant, and fairly average to look at, he admired Grant for his sheer cockiness, and total sexual confidence. In fact he was a little intimidated to be sitting so close to ‘The Ram’. Several of the other guys were sniggering, and remarking that Grant would soon have Jack between his legs. Jack only wished away, and Grant soon switched on the eyes, the smile, and started teasingly putting his arm around Jack, and sure enough within thirty minutes Jack was under Grant and being pounded into the dirt. Grant was really enjoying this one, Jack had always been so distant, and in fact was the first guy Grant had ever known that was able to give some pleasure back. Grant had wanted Jack for months; you always want the unobtainable in life.

When Grant was done, instead of just cleaning up and walking away as usual he started talking to an exhausted Jack about the other fantasy, and how much he’d like Jack inside his cock, how he’d like to keep him there, or suck him into his balls and consume him.

At first Jack was amazed. Shocked even. Then he began to be really turned on by the thought, and being a fairly clever guy, said that he would go to the library because he’d read about an ancient tribe that claimed to be able to shrink people. Grant of course thought that Jack was bullshitting, but Jack was adamant, and did visit the library.

The next day Jack spoke to Grant before work and said that he’d found an old book with some weird text that had been translated. It explained how to shrink people, and that yes he had tried it on himself with great success. He’d also made sure he knew how to get back to full size! Grant didn’t believe him at all, and sneered. So Jack said that he’d prove it after work. He also said that he didn’t like the idea of being consumed in Grants balls, but liked the idea of being inside his cock. That was the condition of the attempt.

Grant went along with the role play, knowing it would lead to a fuck. So that afternoon after work, Grant fucked Jack senseless for almost an hour, and then watched as Jack spoke his weird words. Then all at once Grant began to shrink, very quickly. He got scared, and screamed; only his screams were like a fly buzzing. He was no more than an inch tall now, and as Jack picked him up, he cruelly laughed. Grant’s confidence was gone, his fantasy was happening alright, only in reverse.

Jack slipped Grant towards his own large cock and stuck Grant’s feet into his piss slit, it was so easy, and soon only Grant’s head was left sticking out. Jack jerked off a little, and spoke to his captive, telling him what a pain it was having a guy like him at work, getting off with everyone, and being so sure of himself. Grant wriggled and struggled, which only served to turn Jacks already hard cock even harder. With a sudden pop Grant vanished entirely inside Jacks cock, and slipped towards his balls.

Grant didn't like the smell of piss down there, it was dark, and Grant could't move. He felt himself sliding, sliding, and gripped by the walls of Jacks throbbing shaft. Jack could in fact see the tiny bump that was Grant moving towards his balls. Grant by now was crying, he knew his fate, and soon would be somewhere he'd rather not be. As he slipped into Jacks balls, Jack had the most incredible rush, and almost came. He knew he mustn't, he needed to keep Grant down there, and dissolve him.

In the morning when Grant failed to show for work, Jack stroked his balls and gave a wry smile. He knew well enough where Grant had ended up, and had enjoyed the feeling when Grant had stopped struggling, to be surely dissolved, and safely out of the way. Now Jack knew that he was going to have some real fun with some of the other guys who annoyed him.

The End

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