Lunch break
Tiny Way to Die
chapter 11
by
copier
· original author:
kenshintrigger
Holding it in his hand, he poked the lump you made in the wrinkly skin, and you felt some pressure on your head. Finding a little bit of new strength, for only a little moment, you thrash around you, not even sure what to do.
Paul giggled feeling the motion you made and put his genitalia back down patting a little as if confirming you were safe. "Oh I think I like him in there right now. Besides, I don't think I could get "it" up for another hour minimum, for you or him."
He stood up from the bed, making your wrinkly prison swing back and forth a little as he walked. You could faintly hear his giggled laughter as you were bounced between the the two previous occupants of his scrotum, the swaying of his walk continuing your back and forth like and continuing to send him into miniature girlish fits of laughter. He finally managed to get back over to his clothing and sat down to put on his underwear and pants, once again shifting your wold around and starting him up again with his ticklish laughter.
Not wanting to be left out of the fun, Allison too walked over, placing her hands gently on his arms, stopping him from getting dressed. "no, I was thinking we have a little bit to eat in the kitchen... the way we are..."
Paul stopped pulling up his pants but left his undergarment on. Allison raised her brow looking at it, it being a white "banana hammock".
"Well I see you took my suggestion on a few things, but the whole underwear thing was sort of a joke when I called you for this." She thought about it a moment. "well I guess its a good thing anyway, so your not giggling like a school girl all the way down and back. Just a sec."
She left the room and returned wearing a G-string thong of the same color. "See now we match, and you have a hint on where I'd like him later...." She kissed him on the cheek and started down stairs, Paul following kinda like an obedient dog, but kept stopping to fix the back strings. "How do you wear stuff like this...." He asked rhetorically to no one. the trip was still a little bumpy where you were, but you managed to stay at least a little stable, and this gave you time to think. Think about escape. You still had this disease, and perishing forever within the confines of your friend's balls (you just figured out where you were) was not something you wanted to do.
As Paul sat down at the table, your wife Allison got a box of grilled fresh-water eel from the fridge and heated it up in the microwave, then she too sat down, unwrapping a pair of lacquered chopsticks and handing them to him. "Unagi, its supposed to be a natural aphrodisiac and in the case of men, enhances their potency. I was going to eat Dave with this later, but he seemed to want a three way, so I might as still put this to good use."
"But Allison I'm not that..."
"Eat..." She said taking the chopsticks and pushing a piece into his mouth. after a few minutes, even from inside his sack, you could hear the beat of his heart quicken a little, and it seemed the blood flow around you was increasing. After a few minutes of being force fed though, he held up his hand to stop her form giving him anymore.
"Please, I'm too full, Allison."
Your wife thought about it a moment. "Hmm, I wonder if he's hungry..."
You actually managed to make out that part through he cloth and skin, but you and your "captor" were both confused by that statement. "Huh what do you mean?" Paul asked.
She took on of the chopsticks, stuck it into a piece of eel, and pulled it out, a little tiny chunk still on the end. "I think you can guess what it entails, huh? Don't worry though, its smaller than Dave by a long shot and its lacquered so it should be fine.
Paul looked really dubious, as it looked painful. But on the other hand, he'd have thought having a small person shoved down his erect cock would hurt too, yet he liked it. You could faintly make out what they were saying right now, but most of the key words would escape you. Well, If Paul said yes, you'd find out soon enough.
"well," your friend mused, " I guess...."
Paul giggled feeling the motion you made and put his genitalia back down patting a little as if confirming you were safe. "Oh I think I like him in there right now. Besides, I don't think I could get "it" up for another hour minimum, for you or him."
He stood up from the bed, making your wrinkly prison swing back and forth a little as he walked. You could faintly hear his giggled laughter as you were bounced between the the two previous occupants of his scrotum, the swaying of his walk continuing your back and forth like and continuing to send him into miniature girlish fits of laughter. He finally managed to get back over to his clothing and sat down to put on his underwear and pants, once again shifting your wold around and starting him up again with his ticklish laughter.
Not wanting to be left out of the fun, Allison too walked over, placing her hands gently on his arms, stopping him from getting dressed. "no, I was thinking we have a little bit to eat in the kitchen... the way we are..."
Paul stopped pulling up his pants but left his undergarment on. Allison raised her brow looking at it, it being a white "banana hammock".
"Well I see you took my suggestion on a few things, but the whole underwear thing was sort of a joke when I called you for this." She thought about it a moment. "well I guess its a good thing anyway, so your not giggling like a school girl all the way down and back. Just a sec."
She left the room and returned wearing a G-string thong of the same color. "See now we match, and you have a hint on where I'd like him later...." She kissed him on the cheek and started down stairs, Paul following kinda like an obedient dog, but kept stopping to fix the back strings. "How do you wear stuff like this...." He asked rhetorically to no one. the trip was still a little bumpy where you were, but you managed to stay at least a little stable, and this gave you time to think. Think about escape. You still had this disease, and perishing forever within the confines of your friend's balls (you just figured out where you were) was not something you wanted to do.
As Paul sat down at the table, your wife Allison got a box of grilled fresh-water eel from the fridge and heated it up in the microwave, then she too sat down, unwrapping a pair of lacquered chopsticks and handing them to him. "Unagi, its supposed to be a natural aphrodisiac and in the case of men, enhances their potency. I was going to eat Dave with this later, but he seemed to want a three way, so I might as still put this to good use."
"But Allison I'm not that..."
"Eat..." She said taking the chopsticks and pushing a piece into his mouth. after a few minutes, even from inside his sack, you could hear the beat of his heart quicken a little, and it seemed the blood flow around you was increasing. After a few minutes of being force fed though, he held up his hand to stop her form giving him anymore.
"Please, I'm too full, Allison."
Your wife thought about it a moment. "Hmm, I wonder if he's hungry..."
You actually managed to make out that part through he cloth and skin, but you and your "captor" were both confused by that statement. "Huh what do you mean?" Paul asked.
She took on of the chopsticks, stuck it into a piece of eel, and pulled it out, a little tiny chunk still on the end. "I think you can guess what it entails, huh? Don't worry though, its smaller than Dave by a long shot and its lacquered so it should be fine.
Paul looked really dubious, as it looked painful. But on the other hand, he'd have thought having a small person shoved down his erect cock would hurt too, yet he liked it. You could faintly make out what they were saying right now, but most of the key words would escape you. Well, If Paul said yes, you'd find out soon enough.
"well," your friend mused, " I guess...."
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