The sensation of two tiny people sprawled across his crotch and thighs made his cock spring to attention. Jim felt it leap to life underneath him and quickly jumped to his feet. Don blushed at the realization that he was found out, and he, too, quickly stood up, towering once again over the miniature father and son.
"Well," he said quickly. "I guess we've established that you will do whatever I say."
Jim rolled his eyes. Matt looked up, fascinated by the giant, but also terrified at what he might be ordered to do next.
"Hey, I know," said Don, sitting on the bed, where they couldn't see his erection from below. "I was running earlier today, and my feet are killing me. You guys could give me a little massage."
Without another word, Jim and Matt strode over to one of his giant feet and eyed it. As the giant was wearing a sneaker, and it would have been impossible to comply with a foot massage through a sneaker, the tiny men found their arms raising of their own accord, untying the laces as if they were unweildy cables.
This is so cool, Don thought, watching them strain to please him. A foot massage was the first thing that had come to his mind, and he really had had no special desire for one, but watching their naked bodies struggle with his shoe was getting him more aroused.
Finally, the two one-foot men had the shoe off and moved over to the other. When Don was in his socks, he tilted his feet back on the heels and watched the tiny men go to town.