(Story) Tricked 'Unlucky Pup'

Anonymous asked:

Here's a weird one for ya mate, a big guy shrinking his boy into a small size, making him a pet or something.

Nick felt his huge boyfriend heavy hand on his shoulder. Grant lent in, their foreheads touching. "Do it for me, I promise it'll be fun babe" as he watched for Nick to nod slowly, giving up in the face of his hulking lover. "I-if you promise...sure" Grant held his face with one hand and slowly Nick felt warmer. His body tingled as he started to shrink. His body stayed scale but simply began to get smaller. "Oooooo" Nick muttered as he lost his balance for a second. "Slow down" he pleaded as he passed shoulder height but Grant only pressed down harder as he watched his head level, then pass his pecs.

"Woah babe, really thats enough n-now!" Nick started to moan as he looked up to see his boyfriend huge belly getting larger, looming above him. Yet nicks shit eating grin widened as he pushed down harder. "Na babe shhhh, do as ya told"  watching him shrink further, weaker by the second Nicks final attempts to actually break free were far too late as he was easily over powered. Finally he slowed to a stop st 1 foot tall. "W-what did you do?! Babe this is hot but maybe a bit bigger" Nick protested but Grant ignored him. Lifting a huge, football gear foot to pin him down. "Hey! That hurt!" But Grant just shuffled his foot to cover his face. "Awe lil'guy whats wrong?" He laughed, listening to Nick struggle to speak under his weight.

He played for a while as Nick was forced to smell the ran nstink of his boyfriends feet. "Had enough?" As he moved his foot back. "What the fu#k babe! You promised!" Grant reached down and picked him up with ease. "Na, I said it'd be fun. For me it will be" as he took some tape and with a small peice covered Nicks mouth, throwing him down into the bed.

"People will pay alot for a slave like you ya know" he said taking pictures from high above.

The next few days were spent unwashed, in a bed of his boyfriends, well ex boyfriends, used gym socks and footy gear. Nick was almost always gagged and forced to eat off the floor. Whenever he tried to ask why Grant just told him "this is training. You obey or I put you back in your cage" the cage being a small animal bed that he had adapted to able to restrain him even at his size.

No showers would have been ok for him but the added socks and baths in Grabts armpits meant he was dripping with sweat and almost had a yellow tint yo him by the time a week passed.

Bang bang. It was a loud and violent knock at the door and after a week of 'training' Nick knew this was a new visitor. Maybe he was saved? Did someone realise he was missing? Then it opened.

"Welcome Paul right?" As the huge beast stepped in. He stank. Ripe. Socks. Sweat. Piss. It was all there and hanging off his beard and stained leather. He took out a cigar. "Shit bro gimme a smoke" his voice was deep and trucker like. Grant took out a cigar and immediately gave it to him. "This the runt?" And walked over to Nick on the floor. Gagged and on all fours. "Yeah, proper little shit. Been training him ready for ya, got the cash?"

Nicks heart shattered as he realised this was his boyfrien-Masters plan had been all along. He pulled back whimpering as the huge bear grabbed him. "Ere boy" as he slapped a thick black collar around his neck with a heavy chain and pad lock to it.

He yanked it hard and used it to force nicks tiny body up and into his pit. Standing so he was held there. Nick screamed in his gag as his nose was ruined. He felt his head turn to mush as he started to shake. "I...must....escape....must....serve....no, get out of....pit so good...safe here, stink for pet, no! Help!" He shouted and growled as he struggled to hold on during the musky jungle onslaught. His whole body slick with his masters sweat.

He heard a muffled chat about money. Then walking, a car ride and whenever he woke up he was in a basement. He could feel something warm under him and slowly realised he was on the huge hulks belly. " That ass hole made me smaller?!" He tried to shout out but all he said was a small "bark bark, whooooooooooo" as he howled out confused.

"Ah ya awake pup" the hulk said but Nick didn't seem to be able to understand it all. His head was slow and foggy. "That guy said you were struggling so he made ya a bit smaller for so I can keep you SAFE" he slowly closed his pit again as he tried to move only to be clamped into it. He felt tape slap down over him. Pinning his whole body down as he closed his arm. "The more tour used to my stink the better pup youll be. And the less you'll be talking so fu#king don't bother. Paid good cash for you boy"

As he laid back and adjusted his huge hairy balls inside their football cup. His master had bought it a week ago when Grant had agreed to sell this pup online. So later he'd slip his boy into his stinking cup and let him sleep against his shaft and balls like a good boy. Hed never be big again, hed never speak again, he was hit tiny pup boy forever. It was just as fun as Grant had told him having a pup boy would be.