Date: Wed, 13 Jul 2011 00:13:57 -0400
From: tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: Suffish and the Giant

			   SUFFISH AND THE GIANT
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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     Suffish slipped quietly into the giants' house through the rear
door. It was surely the house of a giant, for its doors were nearly thirty
feet high and the windows and roof and such were of a like scale. What
normal-sized person would live in such a house? One would have to be
fifteen feet high just to reach the door latch! And giants would have gold
and gold would let Suffish find the home and the life he'd always wanted;
it was why he was an adventurer.
     The door was slightly ajar and so he pushed it quietly open. He was a
strong and stalwart warrior, but against a giant, the element of surprise
could well mean the difference between victory and...and becoming part of
the contents of that giant pot bubbling on the fireplace.
     Any lingering doubts about this house's inhabitants had evaporated
upon the opening of the door. A chair whose legs were eight feet high, the
tabletop eleven feet from the ground. Even the cooking implements were of
such, the cups would hold a barrel's worth of wine each, the knives
could...never mind. Where were the house's inhabitants? Where were the
giants?
     Look at Suffish standing in the giants' kitchen. Six feet tall, his
arms were large, majestic, bulging with muscles on every side. His chest
was a massive shield-shaped prominence on his front, with the breasts large
triangles tipped with small brown nipples, below that a huge six-pack of
abs reached down to the leather belt-with-sheath holding the top of the
loincloth that was his only clothing. His shoes were also of leather, the
tops laced in overlapping X's up to his calves where he tied their ends and
so held the shoes firmly on his feet. His other accouterment was the sword
he held in one hand that could not help but tremble, a combination of the
excitement of imminent battle and the fear that is every warrior's
common-sense making itself known. His hair was jet black, cut short to
avoid falling into his face, just below his ears except at the front where
it was cut shorter still. It made him handsome in a crude, dusty way, the
attraction of a strong, reliable man in a rough job where utility took
precedence over careful style or gentle colors. This was the man who looked
about with sword ready about an empty kitchen that, were it not for
everything being four times as large as it ought to be, might have been the
home he grew up in. But his earliest memory as a youngster did not have him
looking at things from such a perspective as he had here.
     "What is this?" came a voice and Suffish's head swirled to look back
at the door through which he had entered. It was the giant! A man in shape
if burly in form otherwise, standing twenty-five feet tall, carrying a
bucket made out of an old wine-barrel. He had entered a kitchen through a
door left ajar because the giant had gone to fetch a bucket of water!
     He'd never have a better chance, he leapt forward and slashed at the
giant with his sword. The giant swerved the bucket to intercept his hand
and the sword was unluckily knocked perforce from his hand to go skittering
off into (oh, cruel fate!) the fireplace! But he had to try to snatch it,
hope it wouldn't be too hot to hold!
     But as he turned, the giant dropped his now-wrecked bucket, water
flying everywhere, and he grabbed hapless Suffish.
     Suffish struggled and flailed, but the giant's hand alone nearly
wrapped his entire back! And the squeeze that hand made as it lifted him up
with that one hand was enough to cut his breath short!
     "Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh!" was all that slipped from his lips as he tried to
call out his defiance and his anger! "Grrr-ahhh, ahh, ahhh!"
     "Is this a human or a beast?" came a second voice, it was the giant's
wife, a twenty foot tall female as burly as her husband.
     "I don't know, but he was in our house with a pigsticker in his paw
and he tried to hit me. If I hadn't had me bucket with me, he could have
cut me for sure!"
     "A sword? Where is it?" the wife shrieked in alarm.
     "Went into the fire."
     "Dad?" came a third voice and with that voice, young and male, Suffish
gave over struggling. He should have waited, seen how many giants lived in
this house. He'd had a bare chance against a single giant. But against
three? And without a sword? He sagged, his hope of fortune vanished in a
moment.
     The third giant came over. Why, this one was as young as Suffish!
Perhaps twenty years old, but standing twenty-five feet. He was strong,
though not proportionately as muscled as Suffish, and his face was
well-formed and almost beautiful, his hair a light brown, nearly blond, his
eyes blue, his smile dazzlingly white. This, Suffish thought, was how a god
would look if he came down to Earth!
     The young giant looked at Suffish and the smile deepened and
broadened. "What have you caught, Father?"
     "A bit of meat for our pot." the father giant declared. "Stew him up
for dinner tomorrow. Doubt he'll make a decent dinner by himself, but he
can flavor the broth perhaps."
     "Could I have him, instead?"
     "You want your mother to fix him into a sandwich for you?"
     "Not to eat, Father, to keep as a pet."
     "You want a human for a pet?" his father was scandalized.
     "He'll bite you in your sleep!" his mother added. "They're filthy
creatures, he'll bring fleas into the house."
     "I'll wash him up and take care of him." the son promised. "He won't
be any problem, honest!"
     "You and your pets." the father said in that tone an indulgent father
uses; he knows his son is being ridiculous and going to make a mess but
what is a father to do but let him find out the hard way. Suffish realized
that he wasn't going to be gutted on that huge table right away as he'd
feared. "You said the same thing about that mountain lion, and it was
nothing but trouble."
     "But a human is smarter, he won't be as much trouble." the son
exclaimed. "And besides...I can talk to this one. It gets lonesome being
the only giants for a long ways around, you know? He might have all kinds
of interesting stories for us."
     This was his life on the line! Suffish said, "I can tell stories! Lots
of stories!"
     "Well..." his mother temporized. "I suppose if you keep it in the cage
when you're out on the field, it can't get into too much trouble. But
remember that, unlike that lion, this one has hands. So lock it good!"
     "I shall. May I have him now, Father?"
     Suffish found himself being transferred to the young giant's arms and
held like an infant! He could have jumped from this, but with three giants
about? No, he was to be spared, wait a while and he could escape at a
better time, even maybe find the giants' cache of gold (all giants had
gold) and show a gain from this experience after all.
     "See, he's as gentle as a kitten." the young giant said.
     "Egroth, you're too soft on these things." the father chided him. "But
take it, wash it and put it in the cage. Then come out and help me with the
cattle, we need to butcher another dozen of them and dry their meat before
the end of the week."
     "I shall, Father."
     Suffish was carried by the young giant out to the barn, and found the
cage as promised, built from cut oak and nailed with nails the size of
spikes. He was dropped into this cage and the latch shut. Suffish looked at
the latch hopefully (he could easily lift that latch) but the giant then
placed a large box on top of the cage and latch, it contained something
heavy enough to make the oak bars creak. Suffish relaxed and waited, his
chance would come.
     The giant returned a bit later and took Suffish from the cage. "Now we
give you a bath." he said.
     "I can bathe myself!" Suffish protested.
     "Maybe I should turn my back while you do so?" the giant said with a
grin that meant he was joking. "No, Mother wants you well washed and I am
going to do so."
     Suffish sighed and relaxed again. He could run...but he was now in a
part of the house he didn't know, and no windows were nearby and besides,
there was the matter of his sword to be retrieved (or a substitute, the
wife used swords as her carving knives and table knives) and the matter of
the gold to be had, so he let the giant place him by the tub. This tub was
huge and its sides came up to Suffish's head, six feet high and perhaps
that wide in diameter. On Egroth, it was but up to his knees, such was the
difference in their heights.
     "Now, undress or I shall undress you." Egroth demanded.
     Suffish obeyed, and his sandals untied let the X's fall around his
feet, and the shoes fell apart without further effort. Undoing his belt
also let the loincloth come undone and so he was nude that quickly.
     And Egroth picked him up by hands under both his arms and set him in
the tub. The water was deeper than he'd like, it came to mid-chest.
     And Egroth began to rub a rough cloth over Suffish's body. Then soap
was added and Suffish was lathered with a vigor that was almost painful. He
cooperated as best he could and let the giant rub him all over. Scrub his
hair for him. Scrub his back and his chest (he did his own face to avoid
having soap rubbed into his eyes), he was lifted up to perch on the edge of
the tub and Egroth scrubbed his buttocks and legs. And then the cloth
worked over his groin last of all.
     Lingered there and far too intimately for comfort. The rag was dropped
and Egroth's soapy hand came back to rub at his manhood and his life. The
fingers were huge, nearly the size of Suffish's wrists, but they were
kindly and his cock ignored the details and concentrated on the joy.
     "I...Egroth, I..." Suffish squirmed under the too-friendly enormous
fingers.
     "Egroth, I need you!" came the call from outside, the giant's father.
     "One moment, Father!" Egroth called back, the noise enough to nearly
deafen Suffish. Then he hastily dunked Suffish into the tub to remove the
soap and then, wet and naked, Suffish was grabbed up and Egroth raced back
to the cage, dropped Suffish inside and put the box on top again and left.
     Suffish found the box very uncomfortable because the latticework of
oaken wood was on all sides, top and bottom, and the rough wood was
uncomfortable to his feet. He couldn't stand upright inside it, either, it
was only about five feet high. He lay out as best he could, prayed he
wouldn't get splinters all over, and slept as best he could. There was
nothing else for him to do.
     Egroth returned at sundown with an armful of hay and a "honey bucket"
which he placed inside the cage. "I'll bring you food and water in a little
while." he promised and left again.
     Suffish was fed and given an oversized cup of water as promised. The
stew was beef and vegetables, Egroth told him without being prompted, which
didn't reassure Suffish about any future meals. Well, this would be a short
enough captivity if he was lucky. Be an amiable and friendly pet and they'd
trust him enough to let him get away, preferably much richer than when he
arrived.
     The next time Egroth came to get him was some time later. "Are you
ready?"
     "For stories?"
     "Maybe tomorrow night." Egroth said. And he showed Suffish what he
had. A collar and leash, large enough to wrap around Suffish's neck! Egroth
didn't lift Suffish from the cage, merely had him put his head up and
lashed the collar onto him from there. The leather collar was thick, and
stiff. Suffish would have to wriggle it off a little at a time to undo it
himself, though the giant had handled it easily.
     And Egroth took the other end of the leash. "Now let's get you out of
that cage." he said. "You're house-trained, so you'll sleep in my bed in
the house."
     Suffish followed on the leash to Egroth back into the house. The young
giant's mother raised a fuss about the human in the house, but Egroth
promised to tether his new pet to his bedpost firmly and not let him get
out of his bedroom, and she gave in, muttering about young foolishness. It
sounded so much like Suffish's own mother that he had to smile. These
giants weren't such a terrible thing once you got to know him, he
realized. And he had planned to kill the father of this gruff but kindly
woman, and their gentle-souled son. Maybe he wouldn't do anything more than
take his sword when he left.
     He was tethered by the leash to the bedpost as the son had
promised. Suffish could untie that but not any quicker than he could the
fastening about his neck. And he had the run of the bed and could even get
onto the floor for a short distance should he choose. Not the short tether
of a prisoner, this, but that of a pet.
     "Come, get under the covers." Egroth said as he untied his shoes. "You
must be cold. I shall have my mother cut some clothes for you before the
weather turns colder. She has washed your loincloth, and it will be dry for
you tomorrow."
     "I am not to be left naked, then?" Suffish said as he obeyed.
     "Of course not." Egroth said as he pulled his tunic over his head. Now
only a pair of leggings remained, the midsection was quite bare, for only
the mid-thigh tunic had covered it. And the giant's dong was there,
swelling slowly erect. "And at night when we share this bed, of course."
     Suffish gulped as the young giant untied the leggings from his waist
and let them fall to his feet, one at a time. Now the cock was at its full
size and far, far too big for Suffish to think of servicing even if he had
been of a mind to, like its owner, it was four times the girth and length
of a human cock, perhaps two and a half feet long and some four inches
thick. As thick as Suffish's forearm! He did not douse the candlelight even
as he stepped toward the bed.
     He got under the covers alongside Suffish, and Suffish realized that
Egroth had bathed himself in the time between the evening meal and bedtime,
the body beside him was cleaner than his own, even. It was a bare body that
touched his own as Egroth nestled up against him, taking his comparatively
small body against his own with two huge arms. Suffish's face was up
against those massive breasts, and his feet just touched.... Oh, Gods of
Earth and Water, he prayed, not this!
     "We were interrupted earlier." Egroth said to him in what no doubt to
his huge ears was a whisper, but which was more than clear to Suffish's
smaller ears. "I was hoping that tonight we could finish what we started."
And those thick fingers felt their way down Suffish's body.
     "But, but Egroth!" Suffish gasped. "You are so huge, and I am so
small, you cannot, you cannot, please!"
     And those fingers found and closed upon his manhood once more. Again,
delicately, kindly, they touched and stroked his organ and felt it out,
then began a careful and gentle manipulation. Suffish groaned as his body
again reacted with the joy that only that kind of touch can reveal, he
could not deny the reaction that Egroth was giving him for his moans and
trembling fingers touching Egroth's arm in return would not lie for him
however much he needed them to!
     "I knew the moment I saw you." Egroth said huskily to him in that
not-whisper. "I knew that if I could but get you in my arms and touch you,
you would feel what I feel, need what I need. We giants are few in number
and great distances separate us from our brothers. I have been alone but
for my father and mother ever since I was an infant, for I have no brothers
or sisters. I can hold no other giants in my arms however much I need
to. But you are not so small among humans, and humans and giants are nearly
the same. Only our size makes us different, can you not see that we are the
same beyond that?"
     "Yes, yes!" groaned Suffish for his prick was throbbing now, he would
soon express his agreement in far more concrete terms than words. "We are
the same, you and I, but for our size."
     "So I chose you as a pet, but you will be more than a pet if I can
make you so. Let me please you and then you can please me as you are able
and willing."
     "Yes, yes, I will." Suffish promised.
     And Egroth smiled in that near-godly way and his head bent down and he
kissed Suffish, with lips that could have swallowed his head. But they were
plied with tenderness and Suffish found the difference in size could be
ignored because of that. He kissed it back as his passion increased and
even pushed his tongue inside, to have it sucked on rather more roughly
than his partner must have intended.
     And then a tongue thick enough to fill Suffish's mouth and more
extended between Suffish's lips and went in so far as to choke him. Suffish
sucked on it as best he could, and though it was soft and pliable and
moist, he had to give it over after a while. Egroth felt him stop and
withdrew it, and said, "Now let me give you more than my fingers." Suffish
wondered about this only until he felt Egroth moving down his body, his big
lips lavishing him with soft velvety warmth upon his neck, his breast, his
navel, his abdomen and then.... "Oh, Gods!" he moaned again, but this time
it was only in pleasure. Egroth's mouth took his entire length at once and
with ease, and could have taken him even if he had been even longer than
his own rather impressive nine inches. What was nine inches to a giant,
though, a mere nothing, save that it meant that Egroth could indeed hold it
in his mouth rather than lose it in the trying. What had sent women away
from Suffish in fear was mere fodder for Egroth's attentions.
     Egroth's own organ was well away from Suffish now, but Suffish's toes
could and did play with Egroth's nipples, for he had long been well in
charge of his toes as independent appendages at least as far as the large
toe, and he used that talent to tickle, touch and torment Egroth's nubs
until Egroth groaned with his own delight.
     But that was a mere nothing against Suffish's own desire building in
his balls as Egroth suckled him, he shuddered and writhed and his passion
built and as it rose up to overwhelm him, he gasped out, "I'm coming,
Master, I'm coming!" And Egroth sucked him all the harder and quicker and
Suffish moaned and his prick gushed into the young giant's mouth, and
Egroth drank him down as fast as he could shoot it out.
     Suffish ran his fingers into Egroth's hair, so clean and smooth under
his palm, and his breaths drew in and out more slowly as he recovered, and
he sighed as Egroth moved up and again they kissed, this time the kiss was
easy and comfortable.
     And Suffish realized what he could do in return. The huge body moved
under his nudging until Egroth was on his back and Suffish climbed on top
of him, and began to kiss his own way down the massive form. He could only
spot-kiss instead of the non-stop action Egroth had given him, but he still
paid attention to the most important places, the concavity at the base of
the neck, the majestic nipples, the gentle valley between his breasts, that
led him unerringly down between the abs and picked up hair as it went
along. The navel was dipped into and probed well by Suffish's tongue-tip
and then he reached that more than ordinary prong that stood tall and proud
for him.
     Suffish didn't know how much he could do with such a giant cock, but
he was about to try.
     The big dong was uncut, he first kissed and nipped and pulled and
stimulated the foreskin until it was wet and glowing, and then pushed the
wet foreskin down until the bulbous glans was exposed, engorged and red
from the blood surging into it, hungry for him. It was like taking an apple
into his mouth without biting into it, but he stretched his jaw as much as
he could and just managed it. No way was he taking more than that giant
glans, but he began to ply his lips over the flare with as much adroitness
as the cramped conditions would let him.
     And Egroth did not complain even as Suffish worked him. He sighed and
breathed huskily as Suffish worked his lips on that gigantic pud.
     It was not enough, though, Suffish realized. And realized as well,
what would remedy this. He let go of the cockhead and began to run his
tongue up and down the shaft, leaving saliva lavishly in its wake. He
worked it as best he could while slicking up the dong. Egroth perhaps
thought that this was all he could do, and perhaps it was. But he was going
to try.
     He stopped and straddled the giant's body. His legs were spread very,
very wide, but he managed to just stay clear of the belly as he did it. He
reached behind, found the slicked-up pud and guided it to his anus.
     Egroth was lying with his eyes closed while Suffish had worked him
over, and perhaps thought only his tiny human lover was resting but as
Suffish's anus contacted his glans, he snapped his eyes wide. "You do not
have to do this." he said. "Your tongue was pleasant upon me, you may
continue that if you wish."
     "I am doing what I wish." Suffish returned and pressed back against
the huge dong. It was big, bigger than he remembered it was, even, but he
got the alignment done and began to push down on it. His body stretched,
and with a grimace on his face, he pushed down hard and the glans popped
inside. Suffish held still, pain creasing his face, and looked at Egroth
beneath him. The giant was looking up at him in joy and pleasure. That let
him regain his resolve, and he pushed down again. The big organ went into
him slowly, and he felt his bowels readjusting as he moved down upon
it. Egroth groaned until Suffish had over a foot of it within him, and then
gasped, "Enough, enough, my little human pet, you need not take more of
it." And he moved under Suffish and Suffish moaned and lay down upon the
huge body and the joy of that moment was more than he could bear. His own
massive body had long been something he had stared at in a mirror, wishing
that the other one within there could come out and be with him, and long
had he sought for others like himself, but found little help even in the
towns he had visited. The only reason he had wanted the giants' gold even
was to let himself travel to the large cities, hoping there to find one
like himself, both in body and in desires.
     But he had it now, for Egroth gained in sheer size what he lost in
muscle development, Suffish was lying where he wanted to be, upon a massive
man and his body was raised and lowered as the young giant's thrust into
him and pulled out again.
     He could not kiss Egroth even though he lay chest to chest upon this
giant, but he could and did just manage to kiss the nipples and lay upon
them all the ardor and joy he felt that he would otherwise have bestowed
upon his partner's face.
     Egroth moved quicker and quicker as his passion built and he finally
gave a grunt, and rolled them both over and was atop him. Suffish held on
as best he could as Egroth began to plow him in earnest now. But his ass
was as extended as it was going to get and Egroth didn't shove it in
deeper, he could bear this.
     And Egroth was deep within his passion, he hunched hard and then came
with a sighing sound that was a roar in Suffish's ears and the enormous pud
shot an even more enormous load into Suffish's bowels. Suffish felt the hot
flood as it rushed into him, overfilled him, and began to squirt out around
Egroth's prod as he humped Suffish, and the jism lubed him up and without
even trying to, Egroth plunged in deeper and deeper into Suffish and
finally he was done, and Suffish was fully impaled by Egroth's massive but
now expended and softening dong.
     And Egroth groaned and only a last minute catch on his elbows kept him
from crushing his little partner under him, for which Suffish was
grateful. Egroth rolled off of him and Suffish found the still-large cock
pulling him bodily along nearly, he held on and ended up atop Egroth once
again.
     Lying upon the puffing giant's chest was like being lifted and lowered
by ocean waves, which ceased as the raft of the warm, sweaty form came in
to rest upon the beach.
     Suffish realized that the young giant had gone to sleep! The intensity
of the sex had worn Egroth out! He wouldn't have minded sleeping himself,
only this was his best chance to escape!
     The collar's fastening was as tough as he'd feared, but there was no
real hurry. That done, he was held by the giant's prick in his ass, he
pried that out as gently as he could. Egroth moaned as he did so, but did
not wake.
     That done, he padded about the house. He found his clothing and his
sword, and rummaging around, he found the giants' cache of gold as
well. Quite a bit of it, he could fill his bag with all he could carry and
be well on his way home before dawn. Looked at the gold and thought about
it all.
     After all, there was no real hurry here, the night was but well begun,
he could think this all through very carefully. How much gold did he need
to find the life and home he'd always wanted?
     Egroth awoke the next morning and found the empty leash on his
chest. Worried, he sat up in bed.
     "Good morning." Suffish said to him from his other side.
     "Oh, there you are!" Egroth said with relief. "I thought you had left
me. You're off your leash, my little pet."
     Suffish smiled and placed a hand on the enormous chest. "You don't
need the leash to keep me as a pet." And his hand went down and grasped
Egroth's pud. "This is all you need."
     And thus Suffish ended his adventures, for he'd found what he was
looking for.

				  THE END
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