Tim pulled Scott's shrinking body partially out of his mouth, just enough to get a good look at his former owner's face. It took a few moments for the new master's eyes to focus on his toy's terrified facial expression. But even the eye strain was erotic. In the past, Tim had never even considered what dominating another man might be like. But now--well, now everything had changed. The thumb and index finger of Tim's left hand were currently propped underneath a former stud's armpits. Needless to say, the sensations were unique. And addictive.
"Please, Tim!" Scott squeaked finally. "Please make me stop shrinking!"
"I still haven't heard the magic words, maggot!" Tim mumbled, his mouth full of delicate, warm flesh. As if in final warning, he shoved the dwindling form back into his mouth, this time as far as he could without losing his hold on Scott. The frantic kicking and squirming in his mouth far surpassed any French kissing he had ever enjoyed. Just visualizing those cute calves and thighs--now inside his goddamned mouth!--was nearly enough to send Tim over the edge. But this game was not over, not by a long shot.
"Fine! Fine!" Scott chirped. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry for everything!"
"Yeah," Tim replied, withdrawing the now eight-inch tall man from his drooling mouth. "I'm sorry, too." He plopped Scott down into his right hand and slowed down the shrinking. "Sorry I wasted so mucha my life on yer mind games," Tim continued. The expression of quasi-relief on Scott's face quickly vanished. "Wull, I've got a few games that I'D like ta play now."
"Please, Tim, no--"
"This first one's called, 'Watch Scott shrink in the palm of my hand."
"No!" Tim accelerated Scott's rate of reduction, and watched as he started shrinking even faster than before. The man's beautifully proportioned limbs, which had been hanging from his captor's open hand, slowly retreated into the palm. Tim couldn't stop smiling as he watched Scott struggle in vain to get to his feet. The tiny hand that grabbed Tim's pinky for support was getting smaller and smaller; the notion that Scott could never hope to wrap his fingers around the smallest of Tim's slender fingers made the new giant even more aroused.
"Please, Tim! Stop, please!"
The tiny man's whimpering was no more imposing than a drinking fountain motor or a piece of looseleaf paper being torn from a spiral notebook. Tim watched as Scott shrank to four inches, then three, then two. "Yer NOTHING now, Scott! NOTHING!"
The power and control Tim had over Scott was unbelievable. Unprecedented. He moved his fingers back and forth and watched as the folds of skin in his palm knocked Scott back and forth. Still Tim's property shrank, down to one inch, then to half of an inch, then to a quarter. Finally, Tim spoke out loud, "Stop."