Daniel couldn’t remember ever having felt so exhilarated as
he did in this moment. He’d taken off his converse at the door in the hope his sock-clad
feet would carry him more stealthily through the towering residence that was
bigger than his whole orphanage, at least until he could locate his targets and
make his move. Though things hadn’t quite gone to plan when he’d peeked around
the corner of the first doorway to his left and found the family of tinies
staring directly at him from across the kitchen, already well aware of his
presence in their home. He might have had room for disappointment, if not for
the rush of adrenaline that surged through every fibre of his being as two of
the miniscule figures grabbed the others and began sprinting toward a wall.
Where did they think they could possibly run to anyway?
Daniel didn’t care, he simply stepped out of his hiding place and started
toward the silly little balcony with toy sized kitchen appliances where his new
playthings were gathered. About halfway to the mezzanine Daniel noticed what
the little guys were running towards, an odd clear tube that seemed to run up
the wall and along the ceiling, intersecting with a number of other similar
looking tubes.
Before he could contemplate it any further the three larger
tinies practically launched the smallest one inside the tube and he was carried
off at speed to Daniel didn’t know where. “Shit!” Daniel cursed aloud as he lunged
toward the remaining tinies, the second having already escaped while he was
distracted watching the first. Only three paces away now and the remaining two
seemed to be hesitating, neither wanting to flee before seeing the other to
safety.
Daniel could faintly make out their raised voices as he
closed the distance, seconds away from having them in his clutches. He raised
his arm over the mezzanine and reached for the two figurine sized men, so close
he could practically imagine what they’d feel like as he wrapped his hand
around them. That’s when he heard it, even with their tiny stature Daniel heard
the impact of the slap before one of the men grappled with the other and forced
him into the tube just a fraction of a second before a giant hand reached its mark.
“Well damn.” Daniel bemoaned, deflated at having lost most
of his quarry, yet still brimming with adrenaline as he took in every movement
of the tiny squirming in his right hand. “I suppose you’ll have to do for now.”
Daniel savoured each second of the futile struggling against
his clamped fingers as he turned and made his way over to the regular sized
dining table and plopped down in one of the chairs. He waited a moment before
releasing his captive, basking in the sense of power he felt at holding an
entire human being with the palm of his hand. A sentient lifeform with ‘rights’
and political views and a family that loved him and yet; with just a squeeze of
his hand Daniel could snuff him out like he never existed and rub the residue of
his entrails off on his pants where no one would ever question the stain.
Having freshly stoked his sense of purpose in being here it
seemed time to finally introduce himself, so with a quick tip of his hand
Daniel unfurled his digits and carelessly flung his tiny captive onto the table
before him. He took his time looking the man over. Middle-aged, probably mid-to-late
thirties, average build and wearing a baggy white t-shirt loosely tucked into a
pair of black pants. Definitely didn’t look filthy rich, but then Daniel
supposed it was normal to dress comfortably at home. Though it wasn’t the man’s
choice of wardrobe that had hooked Daniels interest so keenly. No, it wasn’t
his appearance at all, it was the defiant look in his eyes.
Fear? Yes. Grovelling? Definitely! Daniel had hoped for and
expected both of those reactions, but defiance was the last thing he’d
anticipated. This was going to be more entertaining than he thought. He gave
the man a close-lipped smile that had him backing away a step before he
realised what little good it would do. “Don’t you think you ought to be on your
knees about now?” Daniel taunted, happy to wait for the man’s response as he
continued inspecting him from head to toe, nothing more than a predator
assessing prey.
“What good will it do?” the tiny asked, not a question. “You’re
only going to do as you please anyway.”
“Well… uh, what’s your name little dude?” Daniel asked, hoisting
an elbow lazily on the table and propping his head up in the palm of his hand.
“Calvin.”
“Well Calvin, here’s the thing. You’re right that this is
only going to end one way and it isn’t going to be good for you.” Daniel could
have sworn the man gulped, much to his delight. “However, the way you interact
with me now is going to make quite a lot of difference.”
“What kind of difference? Dead is dead, so just get on with
it.” Calvin said quietly, but not meekly.
“I’m so glad you asked! For example,” Daniel started, before
slamming his hand down from where it had been propping his head up right down
on top of Calvin’s miniscule frame, pinning him to the table. Calvin let out a pained
scream as all of the air was forced from his lungs and he was left gasping for
breath. Each gulp for air made more and more difficult as Daniel slowly applied
pressure to his chest. “You choose whether the experience leading up to your inevitable
demise is going to be painful or pleasurable.”
Daniel didn’t make it easy for Calvin to answer as he kept
his hand flat on the smaller man’s body, it was an effort not to ease up on him
so he could focus on more precise fondling gestures, but that would come later…
“Pleasurable?” Calvin rasped as he finally managed to
control his breathing enough to reply. It was an effort for Daniel not to smile
too broadly.
“That’s right, I don’t have to be the only one enjoying
myself.” Daniel cooed as he gently began easing his vice like crushing of the
panting man beneath his hand. “Suppose it’s only fair to give you an example of
that too before you make your final decision.”
With that, Daniel got to what he’d been waiting for. He
could have just started fondling Calvin the moment he got his hands on him, but
futile as it may have been the tiny man would have struggled against his grip
and that would have made things cumbersome. Now that Daniel had made this
little show of dominance, his hands would be permitted to roam as freely as he
liked, so that’s exactly what they did.
At first Daniel just took his index finger and trailed it
down Calvin’s torso from neck to navel, stroking the man a few times as he lay
there on the table, similar to how one might pet a stray dog to let them know
you’re friendly. Calvin stiffened at the touch to begin with, seeming to just
lie there and marvel at the sheer size of the single digit that could snuff out
his existence. Daniel wondered whether the man had ever let a normal sized
person get so close to him before now. In any case, once it was clear that Daniel
wasn’t about to crush him Calvin’s body relaxed and even seemed to arch into
the touch, that’s when Daniel realised he had his captives complete submission.
Pleasure it is then.
Using two hands now, Daniel pinched the two sides of
Calvin’s shirt and ripped it apart before giving his pants the same treatment. He’d
expected the man to put up some resistance to that, but he seemed to have
completely checked out, which was perfect. Daniel scooped up the tiny form of
the man, lifting him by one arm before rolling him between the thumb and index
finger of his other hand, gently pressing into Calvin’s body now and then,
almost like a massage.
In truth, Daniel was just trying to get a feel for how durable
these little fuckers are. He knew from his lessons they had some resistance to
pressure and had even heard some stories of little people being stepped on and
surviving. That was something he intended to figure out for himself soon
enough, though perhaps not with Calvin. This little pet had been helpful enough
already, his occasional grunts and moans when Daniel squeezed him tighter and
tighter told him he didn’t need to bother being too gentle with the rest of the
family once he finally got his hands on them. If anything, Daniel got the
impression the man was actually enjoying this!
Having outlived his usefulness there was only one thing left
to do now with Calvin, so Daniel once again pinched him by an arm and raised
him up, up, up until he was dangling over his now open mouth.
“What are you doing!” Calvin screamed.
“Well I was told you wanted to welcome me with a meal, but I
don’t see any food so… you’ll have to do!” Daniel teased, before slowly
lowering Calvin down toward his outstretched tongue. He couldn’t help but be
fascinated by the sensation of the man’s puny little feet slipping and sliding
all over it as he lowered him just enough to stabilise himself. Once again lost
in the thrall of his own power trip Daniel couldn’t help but play with his food
as he lapped at Calvin with his tongue, still propping him up with one hand,
coating the man in saliva until he was covered in it from head to toe.
“Well it’s been fun little dude, but I’m afraid our time together
is at an end,” Daniel announced as he snapped out of his stupor. “After all,
I’d be a pretty piss poor guest if I kept the rest of your family waiting.”
“No please! Leave them-”
Daniel didn’t wait to hear the rest as he released his grip
on Calvin’s arm and watched him free fall the last few inches into his open maw,
snapping it shut with a satisfying clack. He allowed himself to savour
the moment one last time, using his tongue to push Calvin around like a mint or
a cough drop, sucking on him ever so slightly.
In an act of what Daniel considered to be mercy, he decided
to bestow one final gift on the tiny who had been his first. He pressed Calvin
back against the roof of his mouth and positioned his tongue between the man’s
legs, then used it to gently, then vigorously stimulate the area for a few
minutes until he tasted something salty on the tip of his tongue. Daniel
couldn’t suppress his smile, or the chuckle that reverberated through his
throat, as well as Calvin’s entire body as it went limp on Daniel’s tongue. Bargain
fulfilled and pleasure granted, there was nothing left for Daniel to do but tip
back his head and gulp, swallowing Calvin whole, load and all.