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|I opened my eyes and looked around. There were about forty of us packed into a tiny room. Every one pretty much looked the same. That is, we were all about the same size. I am 5'7", 125 lbs., basically the size description of everyone else around me. It was a dark blue room. The carpet was dark blue, the walls, everything was. I got scared because for a moment I couldn't remember how I got there, but then it all came back to me.
I was alone in a coffee bar. The same one that I go to every night. As I got my coffee and walked back to my regular table, I noticed these two guys staring at me. It wasn't an unusual occurrence, considering where I was. Guys always checked each other out at the Fantasy Cafe, and I'm a pretty good looking guy, despite my little boy's body.
Anyway, I put my coffee down at a table and I went to use the toilet. Then I came back and drank my coffee, as I perused the night's merchandise. When I was done, I left and went back to my apartment. As I was going up the stairs in my building, I began to feel a little faint. Finally, I got to my door and everything started to go dark. Just before I blacked out, I saw the two guys who had checked me out at the coffee shop. They picked me up off of the floor and put me in this bag that one of them was carrying, and that was the last thing I knew.
So, now I woke up and found myself I this dark blue room with all of these other men who looked just like me. Through the wall I could hear a lot of loud clanking sounds and the murmur of men talking to one another. I turned to the guy next to me and asked him what was going on. He told me his story and it sounded a lot like mine. All of a sudden I started freaking out. I ran towards the door and there I was met by the one guy in this room who was definitely out of place. He was enormous. He must have been 6'6". He was wearing sweat pants and a tight wife beater shirt. His arms were folded like slabs of beef across his huge, jutting chest. His thick thighs were hugged by the flimsy sweat pants he was wearing and his bull cock was ballooning out from his crotch like a overgrown sausage. As I ran towards the door he threw his arm out and caught me, lifting me easily off the ground and throwing me over his shoulder like a rag doll.
"Where do ya think you're going, little guy?" he asked me, in a most condescending tone.
"Why I am here?!! I want to get out of here!!" I started screaming and kicking like a baby.
"Don't you worry. We'll let you outta here when we're good and ready. Until then, you'd make things a lot easier for yourself if you just do what we tell you to. Got it, slut?" As I slung over his bulging shoulder, he smiled and tightened his bicep around my waist. I felt more helpless than I ever had before. I couldn't even flail anymore, his grip on me was so strong. This other little guy came up and tried to run out the door like I had done, but Mr. Olympia (as I fondly call him) just reached his arm out and picked him up onto his other shoulder. With one of us in each arm he started bench pressing us over his head to show all of the men in the room who was boss. Then with a little laugh he threw us down on the chairs that lay around the perimeter of the room, and shook out his huge muscles.
After about fifteen minutes there was a knock on the door that Mr. Olympia was guarding. He opened it and there stood one of the biggest men I've ever seen. He must have been 7 feet tall, easily, and at least three feet across. He was covered with dark thick hair in all of the places that I like: his chest, his pits, his legs, and I had to assume other areas remained consistent. And I have to admit, aside from that he had the most beautifully structured face I'd ever seen. He looked like an overgrown ad for Calvin Klein. He was wearing workout shorts and a tight little white tee shirt. His clothing could barely contain him. The short sleeves barely stretched around his shoulders. His shirt came up just below his belly button and soft fur stuck out from under his shirt. His shorts clung to his massive thighs, and his package protruded out from his crotch like an angry bull. He was all MAN. Curiously enough, there was a crowded gym behind him.
I couldn't have been more confused. Here I was trapped in this room, and just outside of the room there was a workout gym. I saw all of these humongous men in the background, working their overgrown muscles on the weight machines .
Anyway, this guy entered the room and looked around. As he walked, his trunk-like legs pulled at the thin mesh of his shorts. He casually strolled around the room inspecting all of the little guys that were there. He stopped at one of the little men and reached down, lifting him up by the back of his underwear like a doll. He ripped the smaller man's underwear off and ran his huge hand across his tight little ass. Then, with disappointment, he threw him back down on the chair and continued around the room. When he got to me, he stopped. I didn't know what the hell to say. I stood there, eye level with his enormous pecs and stared up at him in awe, fear, and I have to admit, a tiny bit of excitement.
"What's your name?" he asked in a low soft voice.
"M--M--Mark." I muttered. I'd never had so much trouble answering that question.
"I'm Greg." He extended his bear-like hand and completely enveloped my own hand as I tentatively shook it. I looked up and saw his bicep bunching and flexing as he shook. It looked like the tenuous fabric of his shirt was ready to bust. He looked over at Mr. Olympia.
"I'll take this one" he muttered. Then he wrapped his hands clear around my waist and threw me onto his shoulder. I could feel through my clothing that he was drenched with sweat from working out. I had no idea what the fuck to do. I couldn't scream, I couldn't kick, I couldn't even move. All I could do was wait. So I did. I looked around at the other men in the room and they looked up at me with fear and helplessness in their eyes. He sauntered over to Mr. Olympia and slipped him some cash. Then he casually sauntered out of the blue room and into the gym.
As he walked through the gym, all of the hulking men smiled up at him as he passed.
"Way to go!" one of them shouted. "Looks like you got the winner!" One of them held up his hand and Greg slapped him five as he passed. Then he brought the same hand around and slapped it clear on my ass. His thick fingers covered the whole thing and he gave it a good squeeze. I looked down and saw the ground many feet below me. I only hoped he was going to put me down gently. As we reached the other side of the gym, there was a row of doors with numbers on them. He went to room 105 and pulled a key out from his pocket. He unlocked the door and kicked it open.
It was a fairly small, bare room. There was a light, a mirror on one of the tan walls, and a bed. Call me stupid, but it was only then that I realized what was going on. In retrospect, I don't know why I didn't see that coming. He threw me down on the bed and proceeded to take off his sneakers. I felt so stupid because while I was more scared than I'd ever been, I was also kind of excited. I was staring down at his size fourteen sweat soaked sneakers, and I couldn't help but feel like I had waited all my life for this.
"Stand up." he ordered. I did as I was told. I stood in front of the bed and he walked right over to me so that his giant body towered just in front of me. My face was nearly buried in his protruding chest. His width completely filled my peripheral vision. I could smell his strong spicy aroma and I wanted him so badly.
"This isn't so bad, is it?" he asked with the first hint of a smile. I couldn't answer him. I had no idea how to respond. Here I was randomly picked out to be this God-like man's plaything. Was that bad? I wasn't sure. He reached his giant arms out and folded them around my back thrusting my face into his sweaty T-shirt. He smelled so good, he felt so good. In a weird way, I began to feel so safe.
"Here, let me help you out" he said. He brought his hands to his shirt and in one strong movement, tore it right off of his torso. I swallowed deeply as I stood face to face with this hairy, hulking, giant. I reached my hands out and ran them through the layer of hair that covered his busting tits. I squeezed the mounds of soft muscle. While my fingers were feeling the deep crevice in between his pig pecs, he flexed, trapping my fingers in there. Then, he gave out a soft chuckle, as I realized how powerless I was against this man. To him, I wasn't even human. I was just there for his enjoyment, and he toyed with me like a cat with a mouse. He flexed his pecs and they tightened like boulders. I tried to poke them but I couldn't even make a dent. I moved down to his hairy stomach and as he flexed that, I grabbed at his jutting abs.
"You like that, huh?" he asked me with obvious humor in his voice. "How `bout these?" He brought his arms up and flexed his basketball sized biceps and I thought I was going to blow my load right there. He leaned down and motioned for me to sit on his arm. I straddled his enormous bicep and he stood up. As he flexed and unflexed his arm, I bumped up and down like a rodeo rider. It felt so good to mash my hard dick into his bulging muscle.
"Ride that big bicep!" he laughed. "I could crack you like a nut with these arms." I got scared for a moment, so I jumped off of his arm and tried to run for the door. Before I knew it, he reached his hand right down into the back of my underwear and lifted me off the ground and into his arms, cradling me like a baby.
"Not so fast, little guy. I'm not gonna hurt you." I took a deep breath and fell back into the moment.
"Let's get rid of these clothes," he said. As I raised my arms, he pulled my shirt off. Then he squatted down and put his huge hungry mouth over my briefs which concealed my hard dick. He sucked strongly through the fabric and I let out a soft moan. Then with his teeth, he bit the fabric and tore it off of my body. I stood there naked and I felt kind of silly when I looked in the mirror and saw this giant man standing next to me. I looked like a little kid.
"You got a cute little body," he said. "That's just what I like." It was at that moment that I realized I wasn't the only one with a boner. His cock was rising up through his shorts and tenting the flimsy material. The shorts were so tight I thought his bull cock would tear right through them. It had to be a foot, at least. It poked right above my belly button.
"Wanna sit on it?" he asked. It was an interesting thought. I'd never considered it before.
"Yeah..." I whispered. He wrapped his hands around me and hoisted me up onto his stiff dong. It slid right in between my butt-cheeks. It felt so good. I reached my mouth up and kissed him hard on the mouth. I wanted to just rub my face all over his body. He flexed his cock and I bounced up and down. He let out a soft laugh. I spotted his huge nipple and went right for it, sucking the huge head of it. He reached his hand around my ass and squeezed hard. His fingers lingered just outside of my hole and it set me off like an animal.
I jumped off of his dick and got down on the floor. I ripped his gym shorts right down to his ankles and his cock sprang up looking bigger than a can of Lysol. His hairy balls hung like weights from his dick. They were so large, just like the rest of him. In fact, his entire package looked just slightly out of proportion from the rest of his enormous body. His mushroom head looked more like the end of a baseball bat. His piss slit was oozing with precum. His cock looked hungry. It was angry and salivating, and so was I. He brought his cock to the side and slapped it across my face. I felt so little and pathetic, next to this donkey dong. I stretched my mouth as wide as it would go and I gorged my self with hot, pulsating dick.
I started slowly, running my tongue over the thick vein that protruded from beneath his cock. I tried to tease him, licking and kissing, but it didn't last. He put one huge paw around my head and thrust his dick all the way in my mouth. At first I gagged, but as I relaxed I found I could happily manage. I sucked and slurped and he thrust his pelvis to and fro, jerking himself off with my face. I felt his giant head massaging my throat and I thought he was going to break my fucking body open. We went faster and faster. Me sucking and him thrusting. I couldn't think about anything but sucking.
Then, as he climaxed, he rammed his cock all the way down my throat and blew his enormous hot load though my body. We were suspended in time. I felt the warmth ooze through me. I fell back onto the bed and nearly fainted, as he removed his cock form my mouth I smiled.
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