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🕑 Added 2024-09-16 19:00:05 +0000 UTCJustin’s heart started racing as soon as he stood. He didn’t think his boss had been telling the truth, didn’t understand how what he’d heard could be remotely possible, but there was no denying that something had changed. The lean, dark-haired hunk had stood a towering 6’5” since puberty, well over a decade at this point, and the abrupt loss of even an inch was immediately noticeable. His tight button down clung a little less, his fitted chinos now covering a bit more of his loafers as they started the process of pooling. “Christian…come on, man. There has to be some way I can…”
“Forty. Grand. That’s what your fucking around just cost me,” the dark-skinned stud seethed from behind his desk. Where Justin was tight and towering, Christian was sculpted and strapping, his powerful torso straining against a crimson polo. The bright fabric popped against the earthen hues in his smooth skin, making the glaring Adonis all the more captivating. Christian’s sharp, symmetrical features were flawless beneath his short-cropped hair, their unblemished beauty masking his anger with an icy perfection. Justin actually would have felt better if his boss’s face had twisted into a scowl, and the other man knew that, his soft, full lips curling into a smirk entirely lacking in humor. “How many times did I tell you to get it in writing? How many times did I tell you to stop spending money until we had the contract finalized? Now they get to walk, and we get to eat a forty thousand dollar investment.”
“I’m sorry! I know it sounds like a lot, but I can make that…” Justin started, biting his lip when Christian raised a hand.
“That’s your problem right there. You’re right…you can probably make it back and then some, but that’s not the point. You’d just lose it all again because you still don’t value it. It’s not YOUR money, right? It’s not YOUR blood, sweat and tears on the line, right? Whether you make it back or not, that’s forty extra grand that your friends out there aren’t getting in their bonuses, either. It’s time for you to put some skin in the game. Literally. Whether it’s one dollar or forty thousand of ‘em, you need to learn to appreciate their cost equally. I think an inch a grand should do it,” Christian said, locking eyes with the stunned brunette.
Justin shivered, telling himself the other man’s eyes hadn’t just shined in feline fashion. His boss had always had an intimidating edge, but Justin always chalked it up to the handsome hunk’s stunning looks, abundant confidence, and early business success. Though he hadn’t yet crossed into his thirties, not even five years older than the taller man, the strapping CEO somehow seemed ageless. He filled out a room the same way he filled out his clothes, the force of his personality pressing against others the way his muscle pressed against clinging fabric. People wanted to be around him, to bask in that glowing presence, and it was no surprise that he’d made the launch of a tech startup appear effortless.
The problem for Justin was that he’d bought into the illusion. The fresh-faced would-be entrepreneur had rolled right out of a business degree and into what seemed like a lucrative, low-stakes position. His three coworkers were young men around his age, their converted warehouse of an office was cool and casual, and he had no reason to believe that Christian was anything other than a standard boss, sometimes demanding, sometimes laidback. Had he simply paid attention and done as he was told, his views likely would have stayed that way.
“But…but how are you…” Justin started, the floor pitching beneath his feet as if he stood on the deck of a boat. A dizzy, surreal haze had draped itself over his frantic thoughts, an earnest dream-logic that kept him from blind panic or protesting further. All he could bring himself to do was accept the situation as if there were no other alternatives. “You’re really saying I’m going to shrink an inch for every grand? That would…that would leave me at…”
“Three feet,” the sculpted stud shrugged. “A new perspective will do you some good. You played basketball for years, right? Clearly you need a refresher on the importance of making good with your teammates when you fuck up.”
Justin shook his head and ran a hand through his wavy chocolate mane. “How do I do that?! How do I fix this? How long am I going to…to…” he trailed off, unable to say the words.
Christian’s icy smile softened slightly. “Until you earn it back. What that looks like and how long that takes is up to you.”
“What are people going to think? How am I supposed to explain something like this,” Justin asked, his stomach dropping when he noticed the increasing looseness of his clothes.
“Magic is a wonderful tool,” Christian purred. “Don’t worry. It’ll fill in the gaps. Better get to it, though,” he grinned, looking the lean brunette up and down. “Those clothes are starting to get a little baggy.”
Justin wanted to keep arguing when Christian spun in his chair, but he knew it was futile. He was also smart enough to recognize the potential for things to get even worse if he pushed too hard, so he simply did as he was told. He considered bolting for a moment, or picking up the nearby paperweight and caving in the back of his boss’s smug skull, but he didn’t know enough about what was happening. Had Christian set something in motion that would continue no matter what happened or where he was? As much as he wished otherwise, Justin’s gut told him that his only hope was in seeing things through, no matter how impossible or humiliating they seemed. Christian was right, he’d been on basketball teams for years and had enough experience to know what it looked like when a coach decided to make an example out of someone who’d been caught fucking around. Justin had unfortunately been in that position before, and, if he was in it again, he was at least determined to see it through with as much dignity as he could.
Though, to be fair, he’d never been in a situation quite this extreme before. He could already feel the changes to his body as he scurried out of Christian’s office. His shortened stride landed differently, his size fourteen shoes already felt too large, and he cursed himself for not regularly wearing a belt. Given the fitted, custom-tailored nature of his clothes, he didn’t need one unless the outfit called for an accessory, which his casual look that day did not. The sudden sag made Justin aware of an impending reality, that if his clothes weren’t shrinking with him he was soon going to find himself in an even more awkward predicament, but he’d just have to cross that bridge when he got there.
Until then, he had equally pressing concerns. “Whoa! Fuck, man…tough break,” Skylar said, the grin adorning his square-cut features making the blonde’s sympathy seem somewhat ambiguous. Like Christian, the smiling stud was chiseled and strapping, a lantern-jawed jock in the truest sense of the word. His universally appealing appearance - broad shoulders, bulging pecs, strong arms, tight waist - made him perfect for his role in sales, as did his generic charm. Skylar had always struck Justin as being like a golden retriever who’d been turned into a person, which, considering what he’d just learned about their boss, suddenly didn’t seem so farfetched.
At the moment, it was the blonde’s height that stood out the most. At 6’2”, Justin had always had a few inches on the golden-haired hunk, but no more. As he passed through the kitchen on the way back to his desk and came face-to-face with the other man, the stunned brunette now looked Skylar directly in the eye. “Tough break about what,” Justin asked, trying not to lean against the counter for support. The weight of it all was pressing down on him, the way the refrigerator seemed bigger, how the cabinets seemed higher, and he’d only lost a few inches.
Skylar shook his head and put a hand on the shrinking man’s shoulder. “We all know,” he said. “Just between you and me, I think it’s way harsh. Yeah, you fucked up, but getting taken down a peg…or forty…like that? Sucks, dude.”
Justin didn’t know how to respond. He’d only been out of his boss’s office for a minute, and Skylar wasn’t even at his desk to have read any emails, so he didn’t know how his coworker would have heard already. Nor did he understand the calm manner in which his friend relayed the news, until he remembered Christian’s comment about magic. “Th…thanks,” he stammered, his pulse quickening. The longer he stood in front of Skylar and felt the weight of the blonde’s hand on his shoulder, the more it was becoming apparent that Justin would have to quickly get used to the sensation of feeling small. Though he was solid and shredded, his formerly towering frame covered in lean definition, he’d never been overly built. He wasn’t bulky and brawny like the other guys in the office, but because of his height he’d always felt bigger, even if he was technically thinner. Now, as that height was steadily taken from him, it started to dawn on Justin exactly how small, not just short, he was about to become. “It’s…kind of weird, right? I mean…how is that even a thing?”
“Who knows,” Skylar shrugged. “Guess we all know not to dick around too much. Speaking of, the big guy’s ready whenever you are. Just let me know,” the blonde winked, grabbing his bulge through his chinos with his free hand. “None of us are happy about losing out on ten grand in bonuses, but we know you’ll make it worth our while.”
Justin swallowed hard, trying, and failing, to keep his sharp face from going beet red. He’d been feeling an unfamiliar tension just standing in the pretty-boy’s presence, and Skylar’s odd statement finally connected the dots. “I…uh…I mean…yeah, sure,” the blushing brunette sputtered, frantically trying to deny that the thought of the blonde towering over him made him quiver. Justin now understood what Christian meant when he’d said that the form of his recompense would be entirely up to him, as the brunette would absolutely have taken physical advantage of the situation had he been in his coworkers’ shoes. If Ben, or Troy or Skylar had cost him a ten grand bonus, he wouldn’t have hesitated in the slightest to demand five figures worth of blowjobs. And that was just for starters. It wasn’t that the brunette found his peers attractive on a primal level, though he knew they were all objectively above average, but that such retribution would make them squirm. It was the kind of fratboy logic he, and his similarly-aged coworkers, operated under, nothing more than a macho pecking order. Or at least that’s what he’d thought. Now, his mouth watering at the memories of Skylar’s bare frame in the locker room during their after-work gym sessions, Justin was no longer so sure.
Skylar laughed and ruffled the brunette’s hair, emphasizing the fact that he now had at least an inch on the other man. “No rush. We’ll let you get settled first.”
Justin hated the way his eyes latched onto the blonde’s perky bubble as Skylar sauntered away, his cock throbbing in his increasingly-loose pants. He tried not to think about any of it as he scampered to his desk, carefully avoiding Troy and Ben, hoping he could lose himself in his work. A part of him still held onto a sliver of hope that it was all just a “scared straight” tactic, that things weren’t going to go as far as Christian promised, and that if he seemed appropriately remorseful he could head things off. Though his boss kept throwing around the forty grand figure, the actual cost of his mistake had been just over forty two and some change, a minor detail that now had potentially major consequences.
As the morning inched by, though, Justin knew that hope was in vain. He continually had to adjust his chair, he kept making typos as his hands shrank, and he was officially swimming in his clothes. His shoes had become comically large, as had the once-tight pants that now left ample room for him to squirm as he shifted positions. Even the boxer-briefs underneath felt far too roomy, the implications of which Justin didn’t want to think about. Luckily, his now-baggy shirt would provide more coverage than ever based on the way the sleeves had started to encroach on his hands, and Justin hoped the draping top would actually work in his favor to obscure the internal alterations. As he sat at his desk and felt his body changing, he’d been unable to ignore the way his desires went on a journey of their own.
Instead of the usual smug superiority or aggressive competitiveness with which he normally thought about his peers, Justin’s stomach fluttered. Thinking about Troy’s raven hair, brooding looks, and mediterranean muscle made his cock ache, as did the thought of Ben’s sandy hair and stocky, furry build. Being a group of fit young men in their twenties working in a somewhat lax environment, it wasn’t uncommon for them, Christian often included, to spend a good chunk of their days regaling each other with their sexual exploits from the night before. Often, they were all present for the start of those amorous adventures as they lingered at happy hours or blew off some late night steam at a bar after an especially long day, showing up to the office the following morning with tales of conquest. And, having seen each other in the showers, they all knew what each other had to work with, statistics that had gone from purely informational to entirely arousing for Justin. Instead of viewing the others’ strengths and weaknesses from a rational standpoint, the shrinking stud only saw strengths. Skylar’s dimwitted charm wasn’t frustrating, it was magnetic. Troy’s meaty bubble wasn’t a bit too large for his somewhat short frame, it was perfect. Ben’s furry bulk wasn’t heavy or too big, it was comforting.
“Size check!” Justin started in his chair, blushing as the men he’d been fantasizing about now stood around him. He grabbed the armrests as Troy pulled him away from the desk and spun him around, the trio’s towering presence confirming to Justin that he’d lost a significant amount even before he stood. “On your feet…let’s see how you’re doing, big guy.”
Justin took a deep breath and braced himself as he stood, the thought of not complying never once occurring to him. “Fuck!” he yelped when his pants immediately landed at his ankles and his shirt sleeves tumbled completely over his hands. His boxer briefs still held, barely, but Justin knew his feet would come out of the clownish shoes as soon as he took a single step. With the way everyone loomed over him, even Troy who’d previously been the shortest of the bunch at 5’7”, the stunned former stud couldn’t imagine getting smaller. He cleared his throat before speaking again, hoping the higher tone had merely been a fluke. “This is…a lot,” he said, blushing a deeper shade when the altered pitch remained. “You guys are huge!”
“Flip that,” Ben chuckled, shaking his head. “Any takers on where he’s at?”
Troy rubbed his stubble-covered chin, cocking his head to the side. “I’m going to say an even five.”
“I’ll go with 4’11”,” Skylar countered, tossing the tape measure over to Ben.
“Really, dude,” Troy scoffed, glaring at the blonde. “You’re going to play that game?”
The burly bear let out a whistle as he stretched the tape. “You’re both wrong. Big J’s down to a whopping fifty seven inches. That’s, what? 4’9”? Almost two feet, stud!” Ben ruffled Justin’s hair, his hand now seeming massive as it palmed the brunette’s skull.
“Still got a way to go, too,” Troy nodded, his prominent pecs puffing against his tight polo as he folded his arms. “How you feeling, runt?”
Justin opened his mouth, but the words were slow in coming. “Okay, I guess? I don’t really feel any different…just like I put clothes on that are too big.”
“Good, ‘cause Christian wants us all in the conference room for a project update,” Skylar said, nodding to the other side of the warehouse.
Justin had a sinking feeling that he was the real project in question, but he kept that part to himself as he scampered after the group. As expected, his feet and no-show socks remained behind, leaving him padding barefoot behind his peers, having to pick up the pace of his shortened stride to keep up. Every step threatened to cause his underwear to lose its tenuous grip, and Justin was mortified at the thought of flitting through the office in nothing but his gown-like shirt. He tried not to think about the numbers, about how much he’d lost and how far he had yet to go, a task that became an impossibility only a few minutes into their meeting. As Christian spoke to the group, Justin realized his feet were no longer touching the ground. No matter how much he shifted and strained and stretched his toes, they wouldn’t touch unless he lowered the chair to the point where his head would be just above the edge of the table.
“Since you seem to be having such a hard time sitting still,” Christian said after a few moments of watching Justin squirm. “Why don’t you come up here and tell us where you’re at with your piece.”
Justin’s heart was like a hummingbird in his chest. With the added loss, his oversized underwear landed at his ankles as he hopped down out of the chair, his whole body going crimson as everyone watched him stumble out of it. His shirt sleeves were now so long that he couldn’t even push them up enough to free his hands, and based on the way Christian’s strapping, six-foot frame seemed to have doubled in size, Justin guessed himself to have crossed below the four-foot threshold. “I, uh, don’t have too much of…an…update…” he started, trailing off at the now-noticeable squeak to his once-deep voice. “My projections showed Q1 and Q2 getting off to a slow start, but…but if you look at…” he stammered, going a deeper shade of red when he instinctively motioned to the now-out-of-reach whiteboard. With the trailing sleeve he was like a ribbon dancer, eliciting a round of quiet chuckles from his coworkers.
“Need some help,” Christian asked, not waiting for a response before casually reaching down and scooping Justin off the ground. The brunette let out a chirping yelp and clutched the dark-skinned stud’s sculpted pecs as a reflex, his cock springing to life from the overwhelmingly foreign, and surprisingly pleasant, sensations. Christian’s arm was like a steel girder as it held him aloft, the warmth of the other man’s body mingling with the scent of his cologne in a heady melange that made Justin tremble. “Gotta free those arms up,” the bigger man said, casually undoing the buttons of the shrinking jock’s shirt and letting it fall free. The blushing brunette was spared full exposure as the fabric gathered at his waist while Christian held him, but Justin’s head still spun at the thought of being bare-chested, shrunken, and held in front of the group, his formerly 6’5” frame being hefted about as if he was weightless. He was still solid and shredded, from his own perspective nothing about his fit frame looked or felt any different, but the dramatic reductions were hard to ignore when surrounded by smug, hulking studs.
Justin squeaked his way through the rest of the update, his stomach dropping when Christian set him back down and the shirt finally fell free, revealing him in all his naked, aching glory. That feeling of being trapped in a dream became all the more potent as he hurried back to his seat, sitting naked and hard through the rest of the meeting while everyone acted as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening.
“Looks like someone’s hot for teacher,” Skylar laughed, scooping the naked little brunette out of his seat after the meeting ended. Justin gasped and shivered at the sensation, his smooth skin breaking out in goosebumps as he was held against the blonde’s tapering torso. The feeling of fabric against so much of his bare skin was at once familiar and foreign, mundane cloth against flesh yet none of it his own. Like with Christian, Justin was overwhelmed by the blonde’s magnified presence, by the warmth and scent of his comparatively massive body. “You were practically drooling on the boss up there.”
“Dude, he’s practically drooling over all of us,” Troy said, raising an eyebrow as he looked at Justin’s aching cock. “I’m curious to see where Big J’s ‘little j’ ended up.”
“One way to find out!” Skylar gave the brunette a bounce as they trotted across the office, depositing the shrunken stud on his desk instead of in his chair.
The magnitude of it all was hitting Justin at once, and he didn’t know whether he should laugh or cry as he sat with his shortened legs dangling over the edge of his seemingly massive desk. The parts of himself that weren’t entirely overwhelmed fought with each other, some absolutely giddy with excitement over what was happening, others completely mortified. Justin clung to Christian’s earlier team reference, convinced that, while likely eager to embarrass him, the others would only take things so far. They’d all been there. They all knew that’s how these things worked. It was all fun and games as long as things didn’t get out of hand, and he had no choice but to trust that his coworkers, his team, knew that.
Justin also had no choice but to sit there while Troy picked up the measuring tape again. He knew on a logical level that, even though his own view hadn’t changed, his cock wasn’t actually anywhere near as big as it used to be. Despite his pecs looking every bit as shredded and his washboard every bit as impressive, the rigid organ poking out from between his toned thighs wasn’t the eight-inch club he normally sported. Still, he was unprepared for the final tally.
“Three-and-a-half,” Troy cheered, letting out a whistle. “Guess I’m not the smallest guy in the office anymore, huh?” Justin instantly regretted every quip he’d ever made about the dark-haired hunk’s stout package. Troy’s thick organ was as short and stocky as the rest of him, topping out at just over five-and-a-half inches but bearing an impressive width. Now, the girthy equipment dwarfed the shrunken jock’s, as was proven when Troy casually unzipped his fly and fished himself free, flashing a smug grin. “Nope. Definitely not.”
“I guess we’re doing this,” Ben asked, shrugging and following suit. The sandy-headed beefcake produced a fat log of his own, only slightly longer than Troy’s but which actually looked smaller against his bulkier build. Of the trio, Skylar came out on top, his lengthy banana topping out at just under seven inches, a perfect complement to the rest of his perfect physique.
“Wh…what, uh…what exactly are we doing,” Justin squeaked, his head spinning and his heart racing. The sight of his friends’ exposed equipment made his own diminutive rod feel like it was about to shoot off his body. He wanted nothing more than to get his hands on the others, to tear them out of their clothes the way he’d been stripped of his own, but, while the former was likely, Justin knew he wouldn’t be tearing any of the comparatively massive men out of anything.
“You tell us,” Skylar said. “This was your idea, remember?”
Justin’s hand trembled as he reached out for Troy. The horny little hunk barely bit back a gasp when his fingers closed around the other man’s plump organ, a pulse of longing like he’d never felt before ripping through him. He was tugging and stroking before he even realized it, his other hand wrapping around Ben. Justin had never held another man’s hard cock before and he was surprised at how different it felt from his own, and not just because of the size discrepancy.
“Aaaaaaand just like that, I’m not mad about the bonus anymore,” Troy laughed, tousling Justin’s hair.
Ben nodded and sighed, running a hand across his solid gut. “Right? Having this shit on demand around the office is what I’d call a worthy investment.”
“Guys…this is…this is wild,” Justin finally sputtered, a shell-shocked smile on his face. “I’ve never done this before. I mean, obviously,” he said, looking down at his reduced frame. “But even when I was my original size I never thought I’d…that you guys were so…” he trailed off in a groan, knowing the admissions would be used against him, but unable to hold them back.
“Awww, he thinks we’re pretty,” Skylar cooed, momentarily interrupting the proceedings by scooping Justin off the desk and setting him on the ground. “Big guy’s got a better angle this way,” he sighed when the shrunken man’s tongue found its way to his thick shaft.
Justin couldn’t believe how much fun he was having. As he alternated between tugging, stroking, and licking, he was amazed that the dread he’d anticipated never materialized. Yes, he was embarrassed at his diminutive size and squeaky voice and pitiful cock, but that humiliation only fueled his frenzied lust. Instead of towering, he’d been reduced to a pint-sized pretty-boy, having to stand on his tip-toes to lick another man’s cock while his hands could barely close around the others. He knew his shredded frame and handsome features were about to get a sticky soaking like never before, but instead of making him hesitate, the impending shower drove him on. Though his thoughts were focused elsewhere, Justin began to wonder if these “new” desires hadn’t perhaps been there all along, and just how much of a “punishment” he’d actually been dealt.
“Goddamn…look at him…go…” Troy grunted, nearing the edge.
“Big guy’s a…pro…” Ben gasped as Justin’s tongue traveled around his leaking head. “Fuck…can’t hold it…” The hairy hunk grunted and sprayed, blasting the brunette square in the face. The sight pushed Troy over the edge right after, adding a slick coating to Justin’s chest and shoulders, while Skylar launched load after load into the glistening little hunk’s chocolate-colored hair.
Justin squirmed as he felt the liquid running down his tight frame, quivering from the reality of his altered perspective. He wasn’t on his knees, he was standing full height, gazing up at the now-massive men he used to, literally, look down on, soaked to the bone by their equally massive loads. He still longed to get them naked like himself, to bask in the beauty of their bare bodies and to feel their hands on him again, but he was in no position to make demands, only beg.
Justin didn’t get the chance. “I see we’re all getting acquainted with the new arrangement around here,” Christian chuckled as the trio tucked themselves away. “How was it? Looked like fun.”
“Bro,” Skylar sighed, a dazed grin on his face. “I’m not going to say I’m glad he fucked up, but…”
“He might, though. Just look at him,” Troy said, nodding to Justin’s still-rigid little rod. “Dude’s beaming.”
“If you’d just had your way with the three of us, wouldn’t you,” Ben shrugged.
“I’m glad we’re all having a good time. But, remember, we can’t have him running around the office unless we all agree to chip in and help take care of him,” Christian said, sounding like a stern teacher.
“Oh, yeah, of course. Big guy can come home with me tonight,” Skylar offered. “I’ve got a t-shirt he can wear on the way, and I’ll get him situated with some stuff that fits.”
“Not a lot…he won’t be wearing it much,” Troy grunted.
Skylar grinned and nodded. “I was thinking some cartoon undies and a couple office outfits just in case. Dude’ll look adorable in his cute little shirt and tie,” he cooed, his voice dripping with condescension.
Justin wanted to point out that he was, in fact, still present in the room, but he was too busy trying to process what he was hearing. He’d already known that driving would be out of the question, but it hadn’t occurred to him that he was going to be passed around like a classroom pet on the weekends. He’d also guessed that the others would try to embarrass him with their choice of clothing, but hearing it said out loud made his stomach both drop and flutter.
“I got dibs tomorrow night,” Ben said, raising a meaty hand.
Justin didn’t like the mischievous gleam in Troy’s eyes when the olive-skinned stud nodded. “Oh, I’ll be happy to take him for the weekend. We should probably pick up a couple booster seats, too. He’ll need one for the car, and for his desk.” The shrunken hunk went crimson at the thought of being strapped into someone’s backseat, remembering that the rest of the world was also about to see him at his current size.
“Cleaning him up would be the best place to start,” Christian said, scooping the short, sticky stud off the ground but holding him far enough away so as to not dirty his shirt. The office had a shower for late nights and early mornings, and while Justin had used it on multiple occasions, he’d never stood in the shallow tub under his boss’s lingering gaze before. The handsome hunk turned on the faucet Instead of cranking the shower to life, intending to scrub Justin down by hand instead of letting the brunette do it himself. “So. How are we doing,” Christian asked, rinsing the sticky remnants from the smaller man’s hair.
“This is all…I mean…I don’t know why I…why do I like it so much,” Justin squeaked. His tight frame trembled with desire as the other man’s hands traveled over him, the unreleased tension at his core building to painful levels. “This should be terrible! I’m half the size I should be! I don’t even have my own place anymore! Those guys are talking about passing me around and playing dress up and putting me in booster seats and I…I want them to? What the fuck? What’s wrong with me?!”
“Nothing,” Christian said, his tone gentle. “I wasn’t kidding when I said the goal here is to teach you a lesson. And like any good lesson, you just need to be pushed out of your comfort zone, not broken entirely. You have so much potential, Justin. You just need to stop getting in your own way.”
The short stud blushed, both from the earnest compliment and from Christian’s hands on his lower half. He instinctively bucked his hips when the dark-skinned stud’s meaty paw drifted across his aching cock, and he couldn’t believe what was happening when the hand lingered and he started grinding the throbbing organ into the other man’s palm. He’d never felt so insecure, but under Christian’s bright eyes he felt far from insignificant. He clutched the bigger man’s burly arm when he spasmed and came a few moments later, surprised at how quickly he was accepting all of this.
“This will be good for office morale, too,” Christian continued. “Those three need to learn to share, and you can help everyone blow off some steam. Magic is a wonderful thing,” he said again. “I can tell you this now since you’ve already made your choice, but, if you’d just said ‘fuck it’ and quit earlier, none of this would be happening. So keep that in mind if things start to feel overwhelming,” he said, turning off the water and grabbing a towel. “And I know you don’t want to tattle on your friends, but let me know if anyone takes things too far. We’re still building the team and getting off the ground…I’m sure a few folks could use a lesson of their own.”
Comments
The Screaming Moist
I usually do the "short & squat" approach, but this time I was interested in what it would like for someone who was long and lean to stay lean but lose the "long" part.
LuciferDragonshift
Oooh this could be an interesting series if we see what the others get punished with when they inevitably mess up.
welan
Not bad. Little guys can be hot as long they are packing muscle.
