"He's crazy!" Bryan realized as his new faceted eyes saw hundreds of visual representations of Mr. Peace making their way out of the barn. "I've got to get help..."
He buzzed over the hay-strewn floor and alighted on the top of a post. He felt exhausted, and completely opposite of the strength and virility he had experienced as a large bull in its prime. "The man's a menace!" Bryan buzzed to himself as he turned over in his tiny brain ideas about who he could turn to for help.
He hadn't come up with a long list of candidates when Zeke and Cal returned to the barn. The two ranch hands looked sweaty. The sweat gleamed on their forearms, brows, the backs of their necks.
Bryan's tiny eyes seemed riveted by the sheen of the sweat on the bare skin of his buddies. He felt the need to get closer and launched into flight. He stopped when he neared the two enormous men, choosing to hover in their faces.
"Zeke!" Bryan screamed wordlessly. "Cal! Help me! He turned me into a fly!"
Predictably enough, they ignored him. Undaunted, the fly flew closer and landed on the back of Zeke's neck. Unruly curls of hair fell almost to the sweat-damp collar of the hand's work shirt. Bryan felt a strange tube extend.
He began sucking up the salty sweat.
"What the..." Bryan stopped. "Why am I sucking up Zeke's sweat? Why does it taste so...good!"
He couldn't get enough of the salty excretion. He smelled Zeke's sweat, which would have overpowered most people with sensible noses.
The smell made Bryan's tiny mind feel absolutely ecstatic as he crawled over the back of his huge friend's neck with his six thin, tiny legs.
An unexpected shadow spooked the tiny insect. Cal slid behind Zeke and wrapped a single arm around him. "Ol' man Peace ain't likely to meander back down to the barn this evening," Cal whispered near Zeke's ear. "Big Cal's been hankering for your mouth to be wrapped around him all danged afternoon."
Bryan couldn't believe what he was hearing, and Zeke's response was even more surprising. "Ain't that something," Zeke said, leaning back against Cal. "I've been thinking about going down on you again since breakfast."
"Well, what are you waiting for?" Cal unzipped his pants, but Zeke took control and finished, tugging the denim jeans down.
The tiny, unnoticed fly clung to the back of Zeke's neck. "Is he...?" Bryan buzzed in little stammers. "Are they really...?"
As Cal felt the warmth of Zeke mouth close around his cock, he happened to glance down and saw a pesky fly crawling on Zeke's neck as Zeke ducked his head down for better access to Cal's swollen cock. He idly swatted the fly with the back of his hand just as he groaned loudly and bucked against the barn wall.
Tiny Bryan had been too distracted by everything happening around him to even notice the gigantic hand until it was too late and he went spinning out of control after being hit by what felt like a fleet of trucks.