Punishment for sneaking out

Jasper's heart raced as he snuck into his room, the creak of the old wooden floorboards echoing through the darkened house. He was freezing, not only from the coldness of the night but also from the fear of being caught. A loud roar shattered the silence, "Jasper, you're home late. Get your ass down here right now!" Trembling, Jasper descended the creaky stairs to find his father, a mountain of muscle, standing at the bottom. The towering man had a full, thick beard that framed his face and a headful of tousled hair that looked like a mess of wires. A twisted smirk crossed his lips, revealing a glimpse into the dark fate that awaited the young teenager. Jasper's father held a mysterious device, its glowing green light casting an eerie glow over them. It was unlike anything Jasper had ever seen. The fear in his eyes was apparent, but his father was relentless. "You've missed curfew, son. I'm afraid you're going to be in big trouble," his father growled. He pressed a button on the device, and Jasper was enveloped by a swirling, green mist. The next thing he knew, the world was tilting, and he felt himself shrinking, his body being minuscule in comparison to the looming figure of his father. "Welcome to the rest of your life, Jasper," his father said, gloating. "You'll never be any bigger than your old man's dick from now on!" Now, thirty years later, Jasper had come to terms with his new existence. His life was a prison inside the house, but it was all he knew. He had grown accustomed to the routine, a daily grind to please his giant father. Jasper's mother had passed away years ago, and he now served a singular purpose: to keep his father sexually satisfied. As Jasper scurried across the carpet, his tiny figure engulfed by the fibers, he made his way to the bathroom where he found his father lounging in the bathtub. The giant man's massive, erect cock reared out of the water, a throbbing veiny monolith of human meat. Jasper climbed up his father's leg, the hairs rough against his skin. As he reached the crown of the man's shaft, he began to rub his tiny, nimble fingers along the ridge. The heat emanating from the shaft was intense, causing beads of sweat to form on his brow. As he worked his way down the girthy length, he reached the base and took the giant balls into his mouth. The weight of them was nearly overwhelming, but he persevered. He swirled his tongue about the sac, relishing in the taste of his father's musk. The giant let out a low groan, his hand gripping the back of Jasper's head as he guided the small man's mouth. Jasper felt a sense of pride, knowing that he was pleasing his father. Satisfied with the cock worship, Jasper scampered around the tub, past the giant feet, and made his way to the man's massive rear. He buried his face in the crack, his tongue darting out to lick the puckered hole. The giant hummed with pleasure, his hands gripping the sides of the tub as Jasper's tongue probed inside. With his tiny size, Jasper could fit in the man's ass with ease, his fingers gripping the puckered rim while his tongue delved deeper. As the giant's breathing grew more ragged, Jasper knew he was driving him closer to the edge. He continued his ministrations, relishing in his servitude. The climax hit the giant like a freight train, his cock shooting thick ropes of cum that coated Jasper's body. The younger man reveled in the sticky flood, his body squirming in pleasure as his father's seed coated him. As the giant's breathing calmed, Jasper emerged from his father's grasp, his body shining from the copious amount of cum. He made his way back to his tiny room, his heart full of a contentment he never thought he'd find in his shrunken existence. In his new life, he'd come to enjoy his role in pleasing his father. It was his purpose, and he took pride in it. The memories of the life he once had before being shrunk were fading.