Greg's New
Pet - Part 2
by
Ken
I awoke the next morning thinking about the incredible dream
I had just had.
My workout buddy had shrunk me
down to 6" tall, keeping me as a pet in a small guilded
cage. Suddenly, I leaped out of my bed, noticing the bars of
metal on each side of my room. My pulse jumped as I realized
that either I was still asleep or my dream had not been a dream
after all. I walked to the edge of my "room", and noticed
a giant digital clock sitting outside. Reality set in, and it
was apparent that what I had thought (or hoped) was a dream wasn't.
Just past the alarm clock was a bed which was the size of 5 football
fields. I looked around the room for my captor, but saw no sign
of Greg. It was 9:30 according to the clock, so Greg had probably
gone for a run as he normally did at this time. There was not
too much I could do but sit and wait.
After about half an hour of contemplating
my situation, I heard a noise -- the front door opening and shutting.
Again, my pulse soared. What was Greg going to do to me? Was
he going to restore me to my rightful size or would he keep me
as his small, helpless pet? If he got angry with me would he
crush me like he had the bookshelf the day before? My mind raced,
but I was not in a position to do anything but wait.
Finally the door to Greg's room
swayed open. In walked Greg in his tank-top and running shorts,
his close cropped red hair and lean, muscular body dripping with
sweat. Just as I had suspected, he had been out for his morning
run. Immediately he walked over to my cage, bent down and peered
in through the front door of the cage. Out of reflex, I ran to
the back of the cage,frightened at the guargantuan man.
"GOOD MORNING KEN, HOW'D
YOU SLEEP" Greg asked with his trademark, reassuring smile.
I was pressed against the back of the cage, too frightened to
say a word. "WHAT'S THE MATTER, CAT GOT YOUR TONGUE"?
he said with a chuckle.
Catching my snap slightly, I
was able to get a few words out. "I, uh, I slept fine."
"GOOD, I'M GLAD. I CAN TELL YOU ARE STILL A LITTLE FRIGHTENED,
BUT IT'S ONLY ME KEN. I'M NOT GOING TO HURT YOU. IN FACT, IINTEND
TO TAKE GOOD CARE OF YOU." At that point, Greg's had started
unlatching the hook on my cage door, and in came his massive
hand. As his hand came closer to me, I pressed even harder against
the back of the cage. Greg's hand gently held me against the
back of the cage as he tipped it forward slightly so I fell into
his massive palm. The hand closed around me, my face pressed
against his sweaty palm. Although I kicked and screamed, his
hand held me in a gentle but firm manner. "THAT A BOY. I'M
NOT GONNA HURT YOU. JUST RELAX, IT'S ONLY ME" Greg said
as he lifted me out of the cage. My legs were dangling and kicking
through the bottom of Greg's fist, and I could feel Greg's other
hand wrap around them and gently hold them still.
A few seconds later, the Greg's
fist opened up; he had set me on top of his desk. A little disoriented,
I looked around and saw a couple of giant books on the desk,
along with a couple of pencils and pens. Soaked with sweat from
his hand, I watched as Greg sat down at the desk looking at me
with an understanding grin.
"KEN, YOU NEED TO CALM DOWN FELLA. JUST BECAUSE I'M BIGGER
THAN YOU DOESN'T MEAN I'M NOT YOUR FRIEND. LIKE I SAID BEFORE,
I'M GONNA TAKE REAL GOOD CARE OF YOU. IT'S GOING TO TAKE SOME
TIME FOR YOU TO GET USED TO BEING MY PET, BUT YOU WILL."
Greg's understanding demeanor
put me at ease. "I want to be back to my normal size."
I said, hoping Greg's demeanor would sympathize with me enough
to comply.
"I'M SURE YOU DO KEN, BUT
THAT'S NOT GOING TO HAPPEN. YOU ARE MINE NOW, MY PET. I'M GOING
TO HAVE FUN WITH YOU AND TAKE CARE OF YOU. AS LONG AS YOU OBEY
ME, I THINK YOU'LL FIND ME TO BE A PRETTY LENIENT MASTER. IF
NOT, WELL, I'LL HAVE TO
PUNISH YOU".
Once again, my pulse skyrocketed.
"Punish me?" I asked.
"YES, PUNISH YOU. PUNISHMENT
CAN COME IN DIFFERENT FORMS, WHETHER ITS A SPANKING, OR HAVING
YOU DO PHYSICAL EXERCISE. I DON'T NECESSARILY WANT TO RUN THINGS
LIKE A BOOT CAMP, BUT IF YOU DON'T OBEY THEN I MIGHT HAVE TO
GET A LITTLE ROUGH. ALTHOUGH I WOULDN'T DO IT, I OBVIOUSLY COULD
CRUSH YOU VERY EASILY. JUST REMEMBER THAT BEFORE YOU TRY TO DISOBEY
ME."
Greg tapped the tip of fingers
on the desk as he spoke to me, which made me realize even more
vividly just how right he was.
"YOU WILL WORKOUT DAILY.
JUST BECAUSE YOU ARE SMALL DOESN'T MEAN YOU WON'T STAY IN SHAPE".
At that moment, Greg took out a small workbench and a quarter,
nickle, and dime out of the desk drawer and set it next to me.
"I PROMISE TO SHRINK SOME REAL WEIGHTS FOR YOU AT SOME POINT,
BUT FOR NOW THESE WILL HAVE TO DO. I BET YOU NEVER THOUGHT YOU'D
HAVE A SPOTTER THAT COULD SPOT YOU USING JUST HIS PINKY, DID
YOU BUDDY?" Greg said with a smile.
All of this was starting to make
me very frustrated. I'm a masculine, muscular guy who has always
been very headstrong. I wasn't used to taking any orders. Forgetting
my current position, I angrily said "I don't have to do
jack shit, Greg. I mean, C'mon, this is ridiculous. You can take
your quarters and nickels and shove them straight up your ass
for all I care!".
Greg suddenly got a stern look
on his face. It wasn't long before I realized that I needed to
keep better control of my emotions. "I CAN SEE THAT I'M
GOING TO HAVE TO BREAK YOU IN A BIT LITTLE MAN." Greg's
hand slowly reached for me.
Although I backed away, he quickly caught me, holding me motionless
in his hand. It was obvious to him that I was extremely scared
at what might happen to me. Greg sat quietly, just staring at
me with an angry look as I struggled in his hand. He then got
up, taking me with him over to his bed. Still not talking, he
laid down on the bed holding me in one hand and unlacing his
running shoes with the other. He pulled off his shoes and socks
and set me down near the foot of the bed. Then he laid back,
crossing his huge feet and wiggling his toes slowly. Then he
got that trademark, understanding smile on his face.
"KEN, IT'S APPARENTLY GOING
TO TAKE YOU SOME TIME TO GET USED TO YOUR NEW LIFE, BUT YOU WILL.
RIGHT NOW I WANT TO GET EVERY PIECE OF LINT FROM MY FEET AND
IN BETWEEN MY TOES." I looked over at his feet; they were
soaked with sweat, slightly orange in color with some white areas
where the sweat had soaked into his skin. Lint from his socks
covered almost every inch of his feet.
"Greg, I didn't mean to
get angry!" I said, hoping for a reprieve.
Greg looked at me in a matter-of-fact
way and said "YOU NEED TO LEARN TO BE A LITTLE MORE RESPECTFUL
FELLA. I KNOW THIS IS A DIRTY JOB, BUT SOMEONE'S GOTTA DO IT."
he said with a chuckle. "ITHINK THIS IS THE KIND OF CHORE
THAT WILL HELP YOU LEARN YOUR PLACE A LITTLE QUICKER. NOW GET
CLEANING."
At that point, I wasn't going
to get myself in any more trouble. I walked over and started
grabbing lint from the easy spots first. Greg continuously flexed
his toes slowly as I worked on them. The smell was very strong,
mainly just of sweat and a hint of odor. I climbed the top of
his foot and stood on his ankle to get to the toes. He had small
patches of hair on each toe, which I had grab onto sometimes
to keep from falling. Greg watched me with a smile on his face
as I did my job.
"LICK THEM AS YOU CLEAN
LITTLE FELLA." Obviously, I wasn't going to be disobey.
As I started licking the sweat off his feet, he pulled out his
cock and started jacking. He was obviously getting into the power
he had over me. Suddenly as he started jacking harder, he sandwiched
me in between his soles, rubbing my face gently but holding me
firmly. "DON'T WORRY KEN, I KNOW YOU'RE THERE. I'M NOT GONNA
CRUSH YOU. I WANT YOU TO REMEMBER ALL THE LINT, DIRT, AND SWEAT.
I WANT YOU TO REMEMBER THE SMELL. WHENEVER YOU DISOBEY ME, YOU'RE
GOING TO SPEND TIME AT MY FEET. NEXT TIME, IT'LL BE WITH WEEK
OLD DIRTY SOCKS."
He continued jacking, and I myself
had gotten a huge hard on even though I was pretty well motionless
between his enormous pups. As Greg massaged my face with his
sweaty toes, my hard on grew until it shot a major load without
me even stroking it. Greg shot his load at about the same time
which made the experience even hotter to me.
"GOOD JOB LITTLE MAN"
Greg said as he gently released me from the grip of his toes
and soles. "I KINDA LIKE IT WHEN YOU DISOBEY" he said
with a chuckle. Actually, I kinda liked it myself, but would
dare let him know. "I THINK YOU'VE LEARNED YOUR LESSON FOR
NOW KEN".
Greg reached down and gently
picked me up, lifting up my head with his index finger to make
sure I was looking him the eye. "I'M GONNA GET YOU CLEANED
UP NOW. TRY NOT TO MAKE ME ANGRY AGAIN LITTLE BUDDY. I CARE TOO
MUCH ABOUT YOU TO HAVE TO SPEND MY TIME PUNISHING YOU. UNDERSTAND?"
"Yes, I understand"
I replied. "GOOD." With that, Greg took me in the bathroom,
removed my clothes, and cleaned me up in the sink. "AS SOON
AS WE'RE FINISHED IN HERE, ITS TIME FOR YOUR FIRST WORKOUT IN
GREG'S GYM..."
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