Paul screamed but to no avail. The sleeping giant mashed him into his hard cock and squeezed almost hard enough to crack ribs. The tiny man tried to catch his breath enough to yell again, but he was drowned out by a tremendous knock on the door.
"Jared! Are you in there?" It was Don! Thank god he had found him! Jared, still drunk, didn't stir much, but it did cause him to lose his concentration. Paul was able to pry the giant fingers off of himself and wriggle loose.
The knocking came again, like an earthquake to poor Paul. "Jared! Open this door!"
This got Jared moving. The giant stumbled out of bed, sending Paul sprawling toward the floor. He landed in an old shoe, and sat, dazed, as he heard the door open.
"Whattdayawant?" slurred Jared.
Don shoved his way into the room. "Man, do you have my father in here?"
"Yerfadder?"
"Jared, I KNOW you left with him! Where the hell is he?"
From below, Paul watched this gigantic confrontation and wished he could attract his son's attention.