"You'll do anything I say?" asked Don, intrigued.
"Yes," said Jim and Matt at the same time.
Don's lip curled in fascination and amusement. This was the most extraordinary thing!
"Prove it, then."
"How?" asked Jim warily. They may not have been skittish pets, but that didn't mean they had to be eager, either.
"Uh . . . do a dance," said the giant.
"What kind of dance?"
Don laughed. "Disco." He laughed harder when the two tiny men started dancing to an inaudible beat. Disco had been the rage when Jim was Don's age, and to his current chagrin, his body easily slipped into its old rhythm. His small penis bobbed as he shook his hips. Matt did the best he could, shaking his miniature ass as if his life depended upon it. Both men blushed furiously under the scrutiny of the amused behemoth.