Tim looked down in relief and smiled. He was still hung, like he'd dreamed of some days, but it was no longer getting in the way of daily life... Either climaxing or his command for his shaft to shrink had done the trick!
In the distance, he heard his house's door slam and a voice call out his name. "Tim? Yo, Tim! It's Scott!"
"Up here! In the bathroom!" he shouted back, grabbing a towell to wrap around his waist. Scott was the sort of man a young, boytoyish fellow like Timothy often dreamed of. In all the time of their on-again-off-again fucking around, Timothy was often the submissive to Scott's huge, muscular and hung self. In fact, many times when Scott came over it was a sign that he was horny and looking to make his boss, Timothy, his bitch for the afternoon.
Timothy smiled to himself. "Wait until he sees what I've got under my belt, now..." he thought.
The door opened and Scott stood, framed in the light from the hallway. Beyond him, Timothy could see his open bedroom door in which lay the miniature Chest. However, given that Scott was currently standing before him, his 6'6" body without a shirt and his lush, hairy chest heaving lightly with the light run he'd taken up the stairs, Timothy's attention was soon elsewhere.
Scott smiled at what he saw and slowly entered the bathroom, putting an arm over Timothy's shoulder. "Well, little guy," he said, "Looks like someone's been working out..." He brushed the back of his hand across the flus in Timothy's cheek and took a deep breath. "Smells like someone's been playing with himself, too..."
Timothy blushed and nodded, shyly. "Yeah..."
Scott raised an eyebrow. "'Yeah'?" he echoed, "'Yeah', what?"
Timothy's eyes slowly looked up into Scott's face as he shyly repeated, "Yeah, sir..."
"That's better..."
The smell of the larger man's scent was intoxicating, despite the air in the bathroom smelling like Timothy's recent explosion of cum. The pressure on Timothy's shoulder increased and slowly, he let himself be pushed to his knees in front of Scott's huge bulge. "I think you know what to do..." Scott said in a low voice.
Timothy nodded and reached up to unbutton Scott's fly. He licked his lips nervously. If Scott wanted a blow-job, Timothy was going to have really massage his jaw afterwards... Scott was as big -naturally- as Timothy was, artificially.
Scott's huge cock was nestled in his underwear like a sleeping phython coiled in a pouch. Timothy licked his lips and slowly lowered the eleastic waistband of Scott's boxers, to remove the huge organ. He looked up at Scott with wide eyes. "I really should show you something before we begin..." he started to say.
"Talk later, slave," the larger man muttered, "for now, if you please me, I'll consider fucking you up the ass rather than choking you..."
Timothy winced and obeyed with a racing of his heart. Slowly, he pulled the giant organ to his lips and began to force it into his mouth. He moaned and listened as Scott echoed his sound. Slowly, but steadily, the huge shaft between his lips began to grow hard. Scott's hands went to the back of Timothy's head and pushed inwards, forcing Timothy to gulp back more and more of Scott's expanding meat.
"Mph!" he moaned, struggling a bit and feeling his heart race.
"Shhhhhh..." Scott admonished, and began rocking his hips forward and back against Timothy's face.
More and more, Scott's twelve-incher pushed into Timothy's mouth and the smaller man had to concentrate to avoid gagging. He groaned more as he tasted spurts of precum splash into his mouth and he looked up with wide eyes at Scott's commanding, dominant face.
Finally, the larger man pulled his huge shaft out of Timothy's aching jaws with a slruping sound. "There we go... Now get up, take off that towel and bend over the sink..." he commanded...
Timothy rubbed his chin and looked up at the bigger man, nervously. "Uh, that...that's just it..." he began.
"Do it!" commanded his Master...