You shudder as he drops you onto his giant dick, growing hard beneath you. You wonder desperately what you're going to do. This can't be happening. It can't be real. You continually tell yourself these things over and over, but you know that it's not true. This is real. Somehow, it is.
"Jerk me off," came Sam's booming voice from above you, cutting into your thoughts.
"What?!" you gasp, staring up at him in disbelief, but of course, he doesn't hear you.
"Jerk me off," he repeats. But when you simply stare up at him, dumbfounded, he finally lifts you back up from his dick. Setting you into the palm of his hand, and raises his hand, and you, up to his face. His warm, odorous breath washes over you as he speaks directly into your face. "I think I gave you an order, Mike."
You stutter for several minutes before finally finding the words. "S-Sam... You can't be serious. I'm no more than a few inches tall! You have to help me!"
"No... You have to jerk me off. I mean, think about it, Mike. You've been shrunk for a reason. It's a miracle. You've been delivered to me to be my little play-thing."
Again, you have trouble finding the words. "... Er... No, I don't think so, Sam. This isn't a miracle. Trust me. It's a nightmare. Now, will you please get your head on straight, and start acting like my brother?!"
A sick feeling runs through your stomach as Sam smiles. "I don't have a brother anymore... Now, jerk me off!"
"No! That's sick!" you try to scream at him, but he has already dropped you back on his dick. You try to resist, but he forcibly spreads you out on your stomach across the giant cock. You try to stand back up, but he forces you back down again. Finally realizing that you're not going to coorperate, you hear him sigh irritably, and for a moment, you think he's going to give up, but then his hand covers you and his dick, pinning you to it, and he begins to jerk off himself, with you still pressed against his dick.
Then, sudddenly, the bathroom door opens, and one of his room-mates walks in. Sam stops, but he doesn't remove his hand, so you still can't see anything.
"Hey, Sam, what're you-- Oh! Sorry, man!"
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