u/Todd_C0ward

CW: Extreme cruelty but that's what these two characters are basically for now, non-con, and manipulation.

This is the third part with my characters Jake and Erin! That being said, it's not necessary to read the previous parts to understand this.

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Erin sat on the miniature chair Jake had provided him. This seat was the first bit of proper furniture he had since living with Jake and he supposed he was grateful for the amenity. Of course, he was less than grateful for the reason it was provided. Occasional waves of pain still flooded from his now dysfunctional left leg; a good bite from Jake completely obliterated its utility. Erin screamed and begged for him to stop, but it only seemed to excite the giant more. He was putting his beloved toy back in its place. What could be less exciting than that?

Jake had always loved putting Erin's body in his mouth to lick, suck on, or even chew. Several bite marks were a testament to that. It was impossible to get enough of tasting his sweet little candy and the blood released after finally breaking through skin was the greatest delicacy of all.

Thinking back to all of this put Erin into an intense state of panic and anxiety. For over a month he'd been subjected to physical abuse and torture from a supposed lover, but even if he could escape now, he'd have to live the rest of his life crippled. A disabled tiny; as if being four inches tall didn't make him helpless enough. Who would even take the time to look after him? Tinies weren't always treated fairly by society.

“Jake.” He angrily muttered to himself. That monster would always be there to take care of him. “Fuck me…” He leaned forward to caress his leg after a flare up when the door suddenly swung open and the tormentor himself stepped inside.

“Honey, I'm hooooome!” He yelled out, looking at Erin intently. “I'm so sorry that took so long,” he snatched Erin from his chair on the coffee table, “But I really couldn't afford spoiling the surprise.” Erin was brought into a big kiss, covering his head in the fullness of Jake's lips. His arm got sucked in and he could feel the smooth incisors. He braced for his whole upper body to get pulled in as happened so often when Jake hadn't seen him for more than thirty minutes, but he was surprised to get pulled back; something that must have taken an enormous amount of restraint.

Jake took several deep breaths before going to sit on his recliner. He laid Erin criss-cross on his knee and smiled a wide, eery smile. “We've been dating for a little while now and, to be frank, it has been the best time of my life. But to be honest, I feel like calling each-other boyfriend hasn't really been hitting the same this past week.” He rubbed his sharp chin. “Uh, for example, call me your boyfriend.”

“W-what? Oh, um… you're my-my… boyfriend~” Erin trailed off.

“See, that right there! That's hot. I mean that's really hot. But don't you feel like there could be more? Your behavior has been so good since I dealt with your mobility, which, I'm sorry to remind you again, was really your fault.” Jake poked at the damaged extremity, provoking a pained yelp from Erin. “I'm really glad you learned your lesson because we'll be together for, well, the rest of our lives! Think about that! An eternity of dreaming and cuddling together.” Jake practically salivated at the thought.

On top of the colossal, not to mention functioning leg, Erin shifted in place. Jake had acted very strange in the afternoon. Like he was constantly on the verge of yelling or blurting something out. Not out of anger, but a seeming desire to admit something. Erin prayed it could mean he felt bad and wanted to apologize. In any case, he was happy to take a break from being used as a stress ball while his titanic boyfriend rushed to get something from… somewhere.

“Um, Jake, where are you going with this?” He asked. Jake's eyes lit up and he picked Erin back up to deposit him on the palm of his hand. He fished something out of his jeans pocket, a wide but short black box.

“What we have is more than simply boyfriends.” He lifted off the lid of the box to reveal two identical silver rings gracefully sitting on black foam. “Erin, darling,” he picked one up and hovered it in front of the wide-eyed tiny, “Will you marry me?”

There Erin stood, completely stunned. Did he seriously get proposed to? He had been tortured, abused, and manipulated by this degenerate for so long now… so why was he blushing? For a moment all of the sorrow and pain dissipated and he was left in this euphoric state of love. Someone cherished him enough to propose. To bring their relationship to the next, ultimate stage. Two souls bound together for each to become one half of the same whole. For the first time, Jake looked at him with an expression of not just lust, but love and empathy.

“Yes, yes I'll marry you!” Erin called out. He went to stand to take the giant ring before the pain caught up and sent him reeling for air as he fell back down. Jake's breath quickened and overwhelming dread started to descend upon his miniscule body. To Jake, Erin might as well have admitted that yes, he really did secretly enjoy it all this time. That yes, he was okay with it continuing. That yes, he wanted more.

“You will? Oh my god. Oh my god!” Jake pulled Erin close and kissed him across his whole body for almost a minute before finally pulling him back. He took the ring and slid it onto his large, vascular finger. “I have a husband! You have a husband! I can't believe this! You said yes! Fuck! Yes! Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes…” Erin watched in horror as he saw the giant face before him noticeably contort into pure pleasure. He bit his bottom lip and moaned. **“You have my last name now. Hnnngh. Erin Carver sounds good, yeah? I think it sounds really good. Mmmph.”**

“Actually, I think this might be a little too fast. I don't really-”

“Your turn now, you sexy little thing.” Jake interrupted and plucked the other ring from the box. “They didn't have sizes for tinies so I just got you a regular one. It should still fit.” With a scream he pushed Erin through the ring, pinning his arms to his sides. For the first time in his life, Erin was completely immobilized. Completely helpless. Couldn't walk. Couldn't crawl. He could only move his head as he laid on his husband's palm. Jake brought his finger next to Jake and moaned at seeing them both adorned with matching rings.

“When you got lost in that storm did you ever think that in just a month who'd be married to the love of your life? I didn't! But fuck! I'm married! I could say that over and over again. We're married!” He closed his fist around his new husband and firmly caressed him. “But don't worry, the ceremony hasn't even started yet!”

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Erin was held in the grasp of Jake, index finger pushed against the back of his head as he was forced to salivate along his partner-for-life's massive cock. The burning hot member twitched and pulsed to proper length from arousal. Deeper arousal than what had ever been felt before. The bulging blue veins provided easy grooves to follow along with his tongue. He had been forced to worship the throbbing penis many times in the past, but was always allowed some form of agency. Now, though, he could barely be called sapient.

“Yes, keep going. More!” Jake yelled out. Precum spilled and dripped out of the tip, indicating that it was time for act two. Taking his whole body now, Jake rubbed it across the extent of the shaft. **“It's so much thicker than you, fuck… and stronger!”** The cock bucked up and down and Erin had his body covered in slimy precum. Lots got inside his mouth, but he knew better than to spit it out. This kept going and going as Erin's skin got raw and the edges of the ring dug into his arms.

Next to his thighs, Jake laid a sock for use in the final act. He picked it up and sent Erin tumbling inside. The poor tiny cried out in pain but was silenced as the cushy tip crashed into his face, waterboarding him as it went in and out. Jake assumed the final duties of masturbation until a torrent of scalding hot cum sprayed all across the sputtering fragment of a man. The acrid white substance burned his eyes and forced its way into every orifice of his body. All while he was completely helpless to wipe it away. He could barely stay conscious in this environment anymore.

Far above he could make out his husband's voice. “I love you, hubby. I'll clean you up in the morning. After all, we have our honeymoon tomorrow. Sweet dreams!” With that, he was thrown inside the underwear drawer and finally succumbed to unconsciousness.

(This is the follow-up to a previous story, Lured In. However, it is not required to understand this!)

CW: Extreme cruelty, a mention of suicide, genuinely awful person like actually the worst

Erin ran as fast as he could; as fast as his little legs could take him. His heart beat faster and faster, his lungs rapidly swelling then deflating, his breath quickening until... nothing. He fell to the ground, feeling as though he would explode if he treaded any further. The bruised tiny could only twitch as he desperately tried to get back up. Tears started to form, again. He had cried so much this past month. Only at night could he succumb to soul-wracking sobs of self-pity without getting interrupted.

It really felt like he had gotten so close this time, but finally getting his head to look around gave him the real answer. He hadn't even reached the doorway. Of course. Why would he ever have gotten far? How could he? Erin pulled his legs into his chest as he laid there, feeling truly pathetic. The quakes of familiar footsteps shook him and he hoped looking as meek as possible might lessen his punishment from that monster who dared to ascribe itself a man. The thing that called itself Jake.

The giant walked in the room, a scowl on his face getting adorned with a smirk as he saw his little doll's crumpled body on the floor. He crossed his arms and stood over the quivering tiny with absolute authority. Sweat still glistening off the surface of his shirtless body after his workout.

"What did you expect?" He nudged Erin with his socked foot, "That you could get out? Where? Where would you go? Who would take you in? Who would love you as much as I do?" Jake asked. He rubbed the bridge of his nose and sighed. "Look, I wasn't upset that you refused to lick my biceps. But now? Now that you take advantage of my kindness to try and run away from me? Yeah, I'm upset!"

The words boomed across the house as Jake yelled, causing Erin to squeeze his eyes shut to try and not give in to a panic attack at seeing someone so much more powerful get angry at him. Jake hovered his foot over the squirming tiny.

"Maybe I should just get rid of you." He teased. Erin suddenly screamed at the prospect and Jake put his foot back down next to him. "I'm just kidding! I can't really stay mad at you." He bent down and picked Erin up, "I could never kill you. You've helped me so much these past few weeks. Y'know, I was in a really bad place before I met you. I wanted to ease you into all this at first, but seeing how happy you were to be taken in by me... I couldn't help myself!" Jake ran his finger across Erin's body, feeling all the scars and welts he was responsible for; including large teeth marks on his ankle. "But seeing all of this makes me so glad I didn't wait. I get to feel how tough you are!"

Erin, this poor tiny, couldn't help but cry as his god cradled him in his arms. Why did he have to go through all of this? Jake just rolled his eyes and giggled.

"Always with the theatrics, I didn't know you had any tears left with much you've fuckin' sobbed. I know you actually like it! Any other tiny would have just killed themselves by now, but you refuse to give up! I think you just like teasing me." He slyly told Erin, who furiously shook his head as a no. "All this aside, I may be over it now, but you did seriously hurt me. I think I've been a little too gentle so far, no? I can't have you running away again!" Jake smiled a bit at seeing the panic increase in his toy.

"It's not a big change. I'm just gonna make you... less mobile."

Recently I've thought a lot about older giants, specifically guys in their 40s to 50s. I feel like size typically focuses on young adults or middle-aged people, so those on the older end seem to get put aside. I understand why, but there's a very specific scenario I've been imagining with them recently! Some 20-30 year old tiny gets lost outside and is taken in by this warm, kind old man. Graying medium length hair, thin glasses, stubble, aged though muscular frame. A complete dilf. Things start nice enough, but the guy slowly begins to reveal his true intentions...

He's been sexually inactive for so long and he knows exactly how he wants to get off again.

It's just so hot to have this man with so much life experience and wisdom completely fucking over, maybe literally, something the size of his hand and less than half his age. All that poor tiny's own potential in life is utterly decimated at the hands of some mature, soft-spoken, horny jerk.

Ugh, it's just too good not to fantasize about. I don't even want to be either one in that situation, just the idea of it happening is enough!

I wrote this quite a while ago actually and I randomly thought about it today, but to my surprise I never posted it here. So here is one my all-time favorite stories! Writing this was so fun and got me really hot, so it's also a nice memory to look back on!

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"Babe, I had no idea this would feel so good." Amy said as she put her hand on William's chest. "You look so small now..." Her index and middle finger were caressing his traps while her thumb rubbed the side of his torso.

"Amy, please." Replied William while he gripped his wife's colossal wrist. "The doctor said I.. that I~" He moaned suddenly at the surge of emotion flooding him. His already labored breathing only started to intensify at seeing his wife's reaction. Her cheeks were red with blush and she was grinning ear to ear. Streaks of mascara were running down her face as the heat intensified between them. Amy pushed his body further into the mattress and put her index finger in front of her lips.

"Shhhh," Her rings clicked against each other as she put it back down, "Don't fight it." She put her hands next to each side of William, and loomed her face inches from his. "Oh babe, you're turned on." She proclaimed, then she put her mouth right next to his ear and whispered.

"Don't worry... I am too."

A multitude of giggles erupted from her and she began kissing and biting his neck. At this size her lips almost took up the entire surface area, but she didn't mind. If anything, she liked it.

William was trying his hardest to stay cool and not erupt into a flurry of emotions. Not anger or sadness, heavens no! The past few weeks had been traumatizing as his body began shrinking. He had been so scared and reserved. All of his emotions had been bottled up for so long. He put his hand over his mouth as the light of his world tongued his neck, desperately trying to suppress his moaning. Thirty seconds had passed, or maybe a minute? He couldn't keep track anymore; time had become the most foreign of concepts at this point. In any case, Amy finally brought her head up from the crook of his neck

Unlike William, Amy had no reservations on demonstrating how much she was enjoying this. Uncontrollable giggling was interspersed with her heavy breathing. "Fuck! Baby, you don't know what you do to me!" She blurted out, seemingly surprising herself. "Sorry, it's just... wow!" She caressed his chest and laughed to herself. His once powerful chest was the size of her hand and he'd only get smaller! The thought greatly excited her. She was planning on stopping until she felt something rigid from under his pants touch her midriff. William seemingly noticed it as well and was going to apologize until he was caught off guard by Amy rocketing her head back to his face and kissing him all over.

Purple lipstick was smeared all over his small body until Amy pulled herself back finally. She took a good couple controlled breaths and let them both relax themselves. William let out a final moan as he was able release. She looked at the large mirror next to her vanity, work clothes still on, makeup a mess, drool running down her mouth, and her miniature husband edged till his mind snapped. The humor of the situation dawned on her and she laughed a bit. In any case, they both needed a shower. Or a bath? Yeah, a shared bath would be nice. Amy gently picked him up, and William said a million thank yous for the intimate moment.

Like the title says all I can think about is making a tiny the little spoon in bed. I'm really horny and tired from a long week right now so I desperately wish for a little guy I could release all my pent-up arousal onto. Like man, imagine being in bed with a tiny and they're peacefully sleeping as you hold them against your abdomen. Or being that tiny! Then I start to slowly drag them further down my body, waking them up from their nice slumber.

To their surprise they're facing my crotch as I slide down the waistband and start to press them against my member. My eyes are barely open and I'm just barely muttering out expletives and moans. I don't really care about what the dynamic is in this situation; as long as they don't squirm as using them.

Or maybe that'd feel even better hahaha! I guess this is just a really comforting thought to have.