The time spent under Tommy’s foot gave Noah some time to think of a plan.  His thoughts were hampered by the constant pain of a giant crushing him.  By the sweat that dripped onto his back, and by the ever stickier air.  He couldn’t move at all.  Not even a wiggle.  Tommy’s foot was just too heavy.  The result was that he couldn’t think of anything. 

            Tommy soon arrived at his house.  He walked inside, making sure to put extra pressure on Noah, and went into his room.  It was already ten O’clock.   He slipped off both his shoes.  He picked up his left one and reached inside; trying to find the tiny person he had trapped inside.  He gave up after a few seconds.  He sat down on his bead and placed his left leg across his right nee. 

            There on the bottom of his foot was just the shrunken boy he was looking for.  He peeled him off of his sweaty foot and held him up to his face.

            “Wow tiny, your sure like my foot if you stay stuck to it so much.”

            “Not really.”

            “Well that’s fine.  If you don’t like my feet, I have another job for you.  Stay here for a second.”  He placed Noah down on his bed and stood up.  It gave Noah a chance to look around and try to get a feel for the situation.  His room was like any other teenage boys room.  It was on the small side, with a bed pressed up against the far wall from the door.  He had a few bookshelves, a closet on the far wall, and carpeted flooring, a fact that Noah hoped he could use to his advantage later. 

            He was also able to get a good look at Tommy.  Until now the only times he saw the giant were after he got crushed or after being pulled away from Dylan’s penis.  He wasn’t that tall, a few inches shorter than Noah usually was.  He had an adorable haircut, deep blue eyes, and a boyish face.  His wasn’t skinny, but he wasn’t chunky either.  A healthy medium perhaps.  He was only wearing his swinshorts, exposing his belly and chest. 

            Suddenly he pulled off his bathing suit, standing naked above Noah.  He was about the same size as Dylan and Justin, although it was hard to compare when everyone’s penis was over ten times your size.  He didn’t have many pubic hairs, and the ones he did have were still short and did not cover anything up.  He reached down and grabbed Noah in his hand. 

            He crawled into his bed, then sat down with his legs spread, his back leaning against the wall.  He placed Noah down on top of his crotch.

            “Well tiny, you can guess what I want.”  He said with an evil grin. 

            “And what if I don’t?”  Noah shouted defiantly back at him.

            “Hm…” The giant thought.  It hadn’t accrued to him what he would do to the tiny boy if he defied him.  “Well I could always eat you.”  He said flatly after a second more of deliberation.  “I don’t know if it would kill you, but I can’t imagine being slowly digested would be fun.”  Noah stood in shock.  He didn’t think Tommy would be able to think of anything worse than using him as a sex toy, but he managed.  He was left with no choice. 

            Noah got down onto his knees and started rubbing the giant’s boyhood.  He started out slow, not happy about any of this.  His penis was huge, warm, and soft to the touch.  It slowly started to rise.  The giant above him was enjoying every second of this.   He was eagerly staring down at the small boy as he was forced to rub his massive erection.  He loved knowing that he was in complete control over him.  If he said to rub his penis, he did it.  How amazing is that?

            Noah couldn’t help but think of Jason as he continued.  He remembered the first time he rubbed a giant’s erection, although at least that time it was his friend’s, not a random sophomore intent on making his life a living hell.  He couldn’t help but remember the mixed feelings he had experienced.  He knew he was enjoying it, even now.  The sight of both Tommy’s and Justin’s erections were enough to turn Noah on.  For a moment he forgot about how his life was going to be a living hell.  He forgot about how he had spent the greater part of the day smothered inside a giant’s shoe. 

            He through his body against his rock hard boyhood and started rubbing as hard as he could.  The boy above him loved it.  He could barely feel Noah’s tiny hands before.  At least now he could feel him a bit.  It wasn’t going to be enough though. 

            He reached down and grabbed the top half of his boyhood in his hand and started pumping up and down.  He moaned with the pleasure of it, his thoughts focused on the tiny boy he was holding captive. 

            He stopped for a second as an idea accrued to him.  He let go of his erection and grabbed the tiny boy at the base of the organ.  He positioned him in the palm of his hand, the pressed him back up against his warm crotch.  He began pumping again.

            Noah’s face and body were pressed against him, being rubbed all over the massive organ.  The giant rubbed his hands fully up the length of his shaft pressing the captive harder and harder.  Tommy knew he couldn’t last much longer. 

            Once he knew he could not hold it in any longer, he took his hand away from his shaft, and held Noah in front of his tip.  Suddenly the hot, sticky liquid squirted out, slamming into his open hand, and the tiny body of Noah.  He was covered head to toe in the giant’s seamen. 

            “Just like Justin” he thought to himself. 

            Tommy rubbed him around the warm tip off his penis for a few more seconds before he finally placed Noah back onto the bed.  He grabbed a tissue from the dresser and quickly wiped away most of the liquid.  He threw the used cloth into the trash, not bothering to let Noah clean him off.  He glanced back down at him as he tried to regain his breath.  Noah was doing the same, except he was still covered in the giant’s jiz. 

            “Damn tiny.  If I didn’t know better I would say you did that before.”  If only he knew.  Actually, it was probably better that he didn’t.  He got up and threw on a pair of shorts that he had lying on the ground.  He walked outside shutting the door behind him and leaving Noah alone. 

            He tried to wipe as much of the giant’s seamen from him as possible, but it proved to be a difficult task.  He wiped off all he could on the blanket, but he was still covered in it when the giant came back inside. 

            “I don’t know about you but I’m ready for bed.”  Tommy walked over to his dresser and quickly pulled out a pair of socks.  He looked back at Noah, and then pulled his shorts off.  He sat next to Noah on the bed. 

            “So where do you want to sleep tonight tiny?”

            “In my own bed?”  Noah asked, determined to show at least a little rebellion. 

            “Not going to happen.”  He picked Noah up again, and then dropped him into one of his socks.  “Hey, at least it’s warm!”  He said as he slipped the sock over his foot.  It pressed up against Noah, but not nearly as hard as it did when he was inside his shoe.  At least the sock would stretch a bit.  Tommy tossed the other sock back towards the dresser.  He wasn’t going to need it.  He turned of his light and rested his head on his pillow.  “Good night tiny.” 

            Noah wasn’t altogether unhappy with the situation.  He wasn’t being pressed to hard.  Probably not even enough to kill a normal bug.  The giant foot was warm just like Tommy had promised.  Noah was able to find a comfy position between the balls of his foot, and peacefully drifted into sleep. 

            The day came quickly enough.  The sun shined through Tommy’s open curtains illuminating the room.  Tommy sat up in bed, momentarily forgetting his little foot toy.  He slid his feet out of bed resting them on the floor. 

            Noah woke suddenly when he felt Tommy swing his feet around.  He had a pleasant night, even going as far as to grab one of Tommy’s toes and hug it like a stuffed animal.  He wouldn’t have been disappointed to have a bed like that every night.  Then Tommy stood up. 

            He put his full weight on his foot, still forgetting about Noah.  He slipped into the pair of shorts that he had tossed on the ground the day before and walked outside.  Each step pummeled Noah more and more.  He was squished as Tommy soft sole walked on him, squishing him like he so often had to deal with.  It wasn’t until Tommy was in the bathroom that he remembered Noah.

            He was busy peeing into the toilet bowl when he noticed he only had one sock on.  He questioned it for a second asking himself first why he had bothered to put on socks in the summer, and second, why he was only wearing one.  Then the events of last night came back to him.  He smiled with delight as he scrunched up his toes trying to feel the tiny bug he was stepping on. 

            Sadly for Tommy, he was not able to do much with his foot toy that day.  He had been neglecting his schoolwork and today was the day he had to finish.  He was just going to have to be content with the knowledge that Noah was still pressed against his hot foot for the whole day.   

            From the moment he sat down at his desk and began working on his English presentation to the moment he wrote down the final answer to his math packet, from the when the sun shone brightly overhead signaling noon, to the moment the moon rose high into the sky, Noah was help, trapped in every sense of the word, against Tommy’s foot.  The heat of it radiating into Noah’s body.  The soft skin soothing to the touch. 

            By the time Tommy closed his last textbook and placed it back on the shelf, almost 8 hours had passed.  The sun had set over the horizon hours ago, and the only light in Tommy’s room emanated from his desk lamp.  His swung around in his rotatable chair, resting both his feet on the bed.  He landed back with his hands behind his head.  His eyes slowly slipped shut as the exhaustion of hours of work caught up with him.  He did not let himself fall into the deep slumber of sleep though.  Not yet at least. 

            He looked down at his two feet, still sitting comfortably in his bed.  The one without anything covering it, and the other with a simple sock.  A sock that held within it not only Tommy’s adorable foot, but also tiny Noah, still pressed between the balls of it. 

            Tommy let his feet fall back to the ground as he stood up.  He crawled into bed, eager to finally end the day.  It was stull relatively early, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to stay awake much longer anyway.  He had to continuously catch himself when he was working on his homework, his head almost dropping down to the textbooks, his eyes almost closing.  But he had worked through that sleeplessness, and now his bed was his reward.  He pulled the covers around himself and let his tired eyes finally close.  He fell asleep.

            Noah joined the giant in slumber soon after.  He had tried through the day to escape his tiny prison, but had found the task to be impossible.  He couldn’t move whenever Tommy put even the slightest amount of weight on him, pinning his to the floor.  Even when he had his feet up, Noah was to do more than wiggle a bit.  Every once of force he exerted trying to move, the sock pushed back, forcing him back against Tommy’s bare foot.  He couldn’t do anything but lay inside his sock and hope for the torture to end. 

            Like last night, he was able to quickly find a place of comfort.  Tommy’s foot remanded as soft as it always was.  It warmth it gave off was enough to relax anyone. 

            Noah let the sock press him against Tommy, holding him in place.  He only needed to adjust his body a little bit before the sweet relies of sleep found him.  The two boys, one a giant, and one a toy, slept together in his bed, comfortable and content.  A feeling that would escape both of them the next day. 

            The morning came as it did any other Monday morning.  The bright burning sun glimpsed over the horizon, illuminating Tommy’s room with light, and chasing away the shadows that covered it only minutes before.  But Tommy’s mornings never started out with a peaceful sunbeam waking him up.  No, like most other teenage boys he was blessed, or perhaps cursed, with the ability to sleep through anything, including and especially the morning sun.  The result of this was that his morning started out with the loud and piercing screams of his alarm clock, set to go off at 7 am. 

            Tommy slowly opened his eyes as the shrill beeps of the clock pierced into his skull, pulling him out of the blissful sleep that he had been enjoying so much.  He sat up, and quickly slammed his hand onto the clock, shutting off the loud beeping until the next morning.  He rubbed both fists into his eyes, trying to keep himself from falling back into bed. 

            He swung his feet onto the floor.  Just like last morning, he had forgotten about the little footboy he had trapped.  He quickly realized though.  He allowed a slight smile to creep across his boyish face, a rare sight this early in the morning. 

            Without bothering to remove the sock and let his captive free, he walked over to his dresser, each step a mixture of pain and anguish to the tiny boy trapped below, who was no more of a morning person then the giant who’s foot was presently pressing on him. 

            The boy quickly pulled out a few articles of clothing.  A red pair of shorts, underwear, and shirt, and the extra sock that he had tossed away a few nights before.  He was impressed that he had remembered such a trivial detail.  He quickly dressed himself, and slipped on his other sock.  At least now his feet matched.  He made a quick note of which one held Noah, just incase he forgot later in the day.        

            The rest of the morning consisted of the average chores that Tommy had to endure day to day.  He went to the bathroom, shoveled down a small breakfast, packed his bag with the homework of the night before, and finally combed his messy hair.  An act that he had failed to do for the last two days. 

            He was about to slip his shoes on, but had a thought first.  Noah had been pressed inside his sock for over 24 hours straight now.  He should let him out.  Trapping him for a whole school day would be too much for any one slave to handle. 

            He sat on the warm bed and slipped his sock off.  He reached inside and pulled out the tiny form of Noah. 

            “Well tiny, hope you liked your stay inside my sock.  I’m sorry but I’m going to have to move you someplace else for now.  I’m getting board of the image of you glued to my sole.”

            “So your leaving me hear today?”  Noah asked as he allowed a tiny bit of hope to form inside his mind.  Perhaps today was going to be his lucky day.  Maybe he could finally escape to freedom, or at least get away from this giant who only thought of him as a toy. 

            “Nope.”  Tommy said flatly, crushing the small bit of hope Noah had just developed.  “I think today your going to ride inside my pants.  I wore briefs just for you.”

            Tommy didn’t wait for Noah to answer.  His simply reached down to his waist, and pulled it open.  He then dropped Noah inside.  He landed on top of the giant’s penis once again.  He looked up at Tommy’s cute face as he smiled, and let go of his pants.