"Brendan, you're really little." Alex mused, rubbing his tongue over his bottom lip. "It'd be awful to drop you."
Brendon nodded, not sure of where the giant bully was taking him with this. He felt so exposed and horribly weak in the midst of the large boy's grip. It was one thing being barely six inches tall, another thing to have lost one's clothes and having your junk rubbed on by the palm of a greasy faggot.
"Um...yeah. I'd rather you didn't drop me." Brendon squeaked. "In fact, I'd rather you put me down."
"Oh I couldn't do that." Alex said with a bit of a leer. The giant looked down at his monstrous throbbing penis still jutting out of his shorts. "However I can't hold you in my palms forever. Damn. I don't seem to have any pockets.
Brendon followed Alex's gaze. He gasped as he saw for the first time how large Alex's penis was compared to his small body. It stretched taller than him!
"Oh gawd! Alex no! Please!" He shrieked, flailing his tiny arms in the air.
It was too late. Alex was softly lowering Brendon down so that the shrunken teenager would land right on his massive hard-on. Brendon's mouth quivered in disgust as he was forced to move both of his legs so that the giant dick rested in-between them. He could feel its warmth rubbing up against his thighs and bare rear-end.
Oh this was humiliating. When would this stop?