Ron the little cop was kept naked in his cage for the next few weeks. The gang fed him and took him out every day to have fun with him. They made him dance and sing while they laughed. They made him do exercises.
For some it was quite a turn on seeing such a well built man pumping his muscles getting sweaty while they ordered him around. Poor Ron was purposely ordered to get into sexually demeaning poses for them and once they even made him jerk off for them. When he did that it took him a long time to cum because he wasn't use to doing such a personal thing in front of an audience. They made him stick a finger into his own ass to get him going.
He wasn't sure what was worse, that, or having shit in front of everyone in the hey of his animal cage. He squatted with his head lowered and his hands over his junk trying to hide as much as possible. However, it was clear that he pretty much could not retain even a shred of dignity in this situation. He sadly wiped himself with the itchy straw almost crying from embarrassment.
Much to his shame he was bathed in a bucket by one of the teens who made sure that Ron was well washed in his most intimate places. This was done despite his protests that he could bathe himself. The teen showed off how well he cleaned Ron by making the once proud cop lie on his back while the teen pulled Ron's legs over his head giving everyone a view of his hairy taint.
Ron did what ever the gang ordered, no matter how demeaning because he hoped that Spryte would make him his normal size again.
After a few weeks, Ron started to worry that he was going to be kept this way permanently. He decided he had to escape and get help. One day while the gang were smoking and drinking the 4 foot Ron was miserably picking up cigarette butts as ordered, when he noticed no one was watching him.
He made a break for it and ran up the alley to the busy street. He managed to get the attention of a middle aged couple. The shocked couple covered the little naked man with a coat and brought him to the police station.
The cops didn't know what to make of their shrunken colleague and his tales of a magical Spryte character so they turned the case over the the FBI special investigations unit.
Poor little Ron ended up in a laboratory undergoing many tests and an investigation was launched. It was decided that this Spryte had to be caught as a matter of national security.
Ten men of the best squat team were sent in to capture the Spryte.
One day Spryte was sitting amongst the gang of teens speaking of his Spryte business when suddenly they all heard the shout "Everyone get on the ground! Put your hands out where we can see them!"
Ten uniformed men with halmets and riffles swooped in to the little alley in a flash. All guns aimed at Spryte.
"Oh My! Spryte exclaimed. "Please don't hurt us!" The kids all laughed but then Spryte said "Ok everyone we better do what these men are telling us".
They all got on the ground as the swat team moved in. One burly man moved in to cuff Spryte while others held guns to his head.
"Oh please don't hurt me with those rattles!" Spryte cried.
Suddenly gasps went out from the surprised swat team, The kids looked up and saw that the unformed men were staring in shock at there hands which were no longer holding rifles but instead baby rattles.
The sound of the rattles moving around in these men hands was hilarious. Spryte sat up and said;
"This looks so strange. A group of such macho men from such an important elite fighting unit holding a bunch of baby rattles. Now what ever were you guys thinking? Attacking us with baby rattles? How silly. Now how can we make this more consistent looking?"
The shocked men just stood there staring at their baby rattles. They turned to officer in charge who shouted. "Restrain them now!"
"One second here." Spryte calmly said. "We are going to have to change a few things first"