I Won a Giant Man

Happy summer! My favorite time of the year!! Note: This is a gay male story.

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The front door was unlocked. Since no one answered the doorbell, I entered and walked down a long hallway, following the sounds of music and laughter.

"Jasper, my man!! You made it!" My best friend Dean, shirtless and wearing some girls' hat too small for his head, pulled me into a headlock.

"Hey!" I half hugged him back.

Dean was a social guy and always organized get togethers for everyone and anyone in town over university breaks.

"You're just in time for the next round." He gestured to a group in a circle in similar varying degrees of undress. There were a few dozen people overall and ten or so as a part of the card game circle.

Dean handed me a beer and dragged me to sit next to the largest man I have ever seen in my life.

"Oh hey, I remember you from Dean's new year's eve party, right? I'm Jasper by the way." I held my fist out for a bump, which he returned.

"I remember. Brock."

What a fitting name for a 6 foot 10 inch man of pure muscle. I wasn't usually embarrassed of my 5 foot 9 inch height (okay, fine, 5 foot 8), but I looked even smaller next to him.

I was searching for an inconspicuous way to sit somewhere else when he engaged me in conversation. Next thing I knew, we're several rounds in, I'm buzzed, and giggling next to him. Not laughing, giggling. This must be a strong can, er four?, of beer.

Because I arrived late, I didn't understand the game's rules. I thought I was getting the most points, but I kept losing. Lost both socks and my shirt. What was I doing wrong?

"Alright, super round time! From now on, penalty is full stripping," John, Dean's mischievous partner in crime, announced while wiggling his eyebrows at a few of the girls.

I balked. Aaahhh. I wasn't a prude or anything, but I'd never been naked in front of anyone before. I often struck out with girls because of my height.

If anyone else chickened out of the round, I'd be the first to join them. But, nope. Not a single one. I was stuck.

The game went on. I thought I was doing good when Brock leaned over to whisper in my ear, "It's a reverse game. You're supposed to get as few points as possible."

"Shit!"

He laughed a throaty and deep laugh. Damn it, even his laugh was manly.

"Are you looking at my cards?" I replied playfully.

Shit, shit, shit. The round was almost up. I had way too many points.

John handed out beer to those who'd emptied theirs. Dean bickered with his crush, Kelsey.

Brock switched our cards!! He just up and grabbed my hand when everyone was distracted and inserted his own cards into my hands.

"Uuhh, what are you doing?"

"You looked nervous about the penalty." He finished his beer and grabbed another. Was he so large, he couldn't get drunk or something?

He did end up losing.

"Strip! Strip! Strip!" The group chanted.

Brock huffed but only seemed amused. I wouldn't be embarrassed either if I had his height and muscles!

He had done pretty well so far. While most everyone else was down to their underwear or bras for the girls, he still had pants and a shirt.

He stripped down to his boxers, which were loose, and he was soft, but the bulge underneath was magnificent. Everyone, men and women alike, stopped breathing to look as he teased his waistline.

"Do I have to?" His eyes slid to me.

I tried to bail him out. "I mean, this is probably fine-"

"Nope! Game rules!!" Dean so helpfully chimed in. He looked at Kelsey. "Second to last also has to remove an article of clothing?"

She giggled and without hesitation unclipped her bra, drawing the majority of eyes to her.

Dean attached himself to her side. "Kelsey..."

In the commotion, Brock finished stripping and joined our circle on the floor. He had done that quietly and gracefully for a man his size. Really, he should qualify as a giant.

The way he sat obscured his man jewels from my sight. Not that I was looking.

Kelsey shouted, "New game!"

I got up to leave, not wanting to be a part of whatever crazy shenanigans started next, but Dean called on Brock to keep me there. He pulled me back down gently but forcefully by my waist. Which he lightly squeezed before releasing. I glared at him but couldn't help breaking out in a smile when he stuck his tongue out at me.

Kelsey explained the new game rules, while eye fucking Dean. "Spin the bottle but master pet version. And the pet must be naked."

Um, what now?! This was seriously the last time I was attending one of Dean's parties. I felt like I promised myself that every time and stupidly kept coming back. Best friend code, I guess. Stupid me.

Dean jumped up and returned with a pile of dollar store party necklaces that looked like... dog collars.

WTF. I mentally screamed at Dean, who winked and mouthed, "Chill, not serious."

They spun the bottle. The first person it landed on was the pet, who had to strip completed naked if not already in that state, and the second was the master, who could ask for anything for the duration of the party that wasn't too extreme. It was supposed to be "friendly."

Friendly my ass.

They spun the bottle, and people started pairing up.

A spin landed on Dean. For the next spin, he purposefully stopped it to point at Kelsey, who beamed.

"Hey! No cheating!" A couple of the guys hoping to pair with Kelsey complained.

"Host privileges," Dean quipped back.

The next spin landed on Brock. Dean threw one of the cheap collars at him, which he caught one handed and then spun the bottle. His force caused the bottle to spin for what felt like forever.

It finally slowed and slowed and stopped between me and the cute girl next to me but slightly more towards her. He's probably happy about the hottie-

"Guess you're my master for the night, Jasper."

Uuuuhh, okay, I guess. At least I wasn't a... pet. As he passed the bottle to the next person, I searched his face, then lower. His broad shoulders, full pecs, washboard abs, thick thighs, and his cock had chubbed up. Was there no balance in this world? He was a shower and a grower!

Everyone was finally paired; most were satisfied with their partner. Most of the party goers who hadn't been part of the card game came over to spin to pair up too.

By this point, more than half were naked and the rest only in skimpy clothes or underwear. John ran through the crowd, undressing anyone who was 'overdressed' apparently, and pulled my shorts down.

"Hey!" Oh well, I thankfully still had on underwear.

There were so many naked bodies. Huh, did Dean only have hot friends? Like, everyone here was hot and fit. I felt myself growing hard. How could I not? So much revealed skin. I should be glad I made the cut for an invite.

Everyone stood up for a group toast. Dean gave some speech about living our lives when young, etc, etc, and we all downed shots from his parent's cabinet.

I coughed, and Brock helpfully gave me the last of his chaser. "Thanks."

"Can you help me with this?" Brock bent to bring our faces level. Damn, he was tall.

I took the cheap collar and reached around him, bringing our bodies close together. My underwear covered only body to his completely naked, beautifully sculpted body. I mean, his manly, fit body? Our faces were almost sharing the same breath. "Sorry," I said awkwardly as I played with the clip. Our skin pressed together.

"'s fine." His dark eyelashes swooped and made a slight shadow. Wow, he had pretty eyes, for a guy.

The party necklace literally didn't fit around Brock's neck!

"Brock, dude, you're seriously too big."

"I get that a lot." He replied cheekily.

I rolled my eyes.

He acquiesced, "You know, big isn't always better. How your shoulders and hips dip into a small waist is sinful."

My mouth went dry. He wasn't hitting on me, was he? He didn't... seem gay. He was probably trying to make me feel better.

He lifted his wrist.

"Good idea." I wrapped the collar around his wrist twice and clipped. That did the trick!

Most of the "masters" started by having their "pets" fetch them drinks and do silly things like jump on one leg or something.

I noticed Dean and Kelsey quickly disappeared into one of the bedrooms. I smiled to myself. Good for them.

"Whatcha thinking?" Brock pulled me out of my thoughts.

"About how Dean and Kelsey immediately went to one of the bedrooms."

"You want to find one, too?"

"What?" I was startled by his question, but why did my eyes skim his body again and land on his half hard cock?

"Dude, I'm kidding."

"Right, haha. Um, bring me a drink?"

"Your wish is my command." He winked at me.

I took that opportunity to take my fill of the young, naked bodies around me. Is this... did I accidentally attend a sex party? It seemed pretty tame, though. Not too many sexual acts... yet. We were all university aged and free to do what we wanted, I guess.

I briefly palmed and squeezed my erection in my briefs. This was all really turning me on. How could it not? The desire thrummed through the air.

When Brock came back, he slapped my butt! "No ogling other pets."

"B-Brock!" I turned red. "I-I'm the one giving orders tonight. And no touching me without permission."

He huffed. "Fine." Instead of handing me the drink, he held it up for me to sip.

"I don't think this is going to work."

"I'm supposed to do everything for you aren't I? Trust me."

I don't think that was the rule of the game... Oh well. I parted my lips. He gripped my hip with his other hand and actually steadied the cup perfectly. I was able to drink regularly but slowly without difficulty. He watched me gulp it down with... heat in his eyes? Or was that the heat growing inside me? It was the heat of the alcohol and general atmosphere really.

The couple next to us were already far ahead! The girl was giving the guy a blowjob. In public! Maybe I shouldn't look, but they'd go to a room if they didn't want anyone to see. The slurping sounds she made rang in my ears.

I felt Brock's heat behind me as he leaned down to my ear. "You want to suck my cock like that?"

"What?! No!"

"You want me to suck you?"

"What??"

He chuckled. "That wasn't a no. All you have to do is order it."

"No!! But, an order, right." Innocent. Think of something not dirty. "Uuhhh, give me a piggy back ride."

He laughed. "You're cute. Hop on."

I hadn't had a piggy back ride since I was a kid. It was fun! I had him run all over. We chatted with a few of the other chill pairs not yet engaging in sexual acts. But they were happening around us. My dick was really hard. And definitely digging into Brock's back. He shifted me up a few times where I was sure he couldn't miss it. I didn't want to be the only one.

I looked over his shoulder to see that his cock had flagged since carrying me and talking to other people.

"Make yourself hard," I heard myself say.

He paused and tilted his head toward me.

"Come on," I licked his neck and munched on his ear.

I felt the vibration more than heard him make a noise at that.

He gripped himself and was at full mast in a few strokes. I watched over his shoulder, getting the same view he did. Woah, he looked big all over from every angle.

If he put his hand on my dick, would it dwarf it? He'd probably be able to clutch all of it in his one fist.

"Okay, big guy, let me down."

As he set me down, he somehow 'accidentally' pulled my underwear off!

I immediately covered myself. "Brock!! Bad pet!"

"Relax, you were the last one left. It'd be weird if you weren't naked."

I looked around. He was right. Everyone was naked now!!

I let my hands fall my sides. I avoided looking at Brock, but I felt his gaze scanning me thoroughly.

I looked around the room. All the girls had their perky or swinging breasts on full display. I couldn't decide which type I liked more. I saw their slits, and more than a few were glistening. They were wet! Woah. I needed to be careful where I sat. Their juices probably leaked wherever they last sat.

And there were cocks everywhere. Every shape and size.

But the biggest and juciest one was always next to me. Besides a faint curiosity, I didn't need to look elsewhere. My pet was the best. A feeling I couldn't name thrummed through me.

At first, the bossing around was just ridiculous requests. I didn't want to be mean afterall.

But as the night wore on, I found myself requesting weirder and weirder things.

I had him hand feed me snacks.

I had him eat what snacks he wanted but only off my body. Others were having their pets do it, too. Brock first ate out of my hand, then off other parts of my body... My wrist. My arm. He slurped and thoroughly licked my thighs and abdomen. Ooohh, the tingles.

One of the times, I laid on my stomach and told him to eat off my back. He skipped my back and placed a dessert on my ass cheeks!

As he slurped and licked the last bite off, his tongue slipped between my cheeks!! He licked wetly the entirety of my crack and over my hole!!! I moaned. I'd never felt something like that before. Wow. My ass jerked up, following his mouth, asking for more. He licked again. Hmph!! Against my body's wishes, I pushed an arm back, trying to put distance between us.

"S-stop. Bad pet."

That was... that was... my mind reeled.

Many of the other pairs by this point were well past any sobriety and pretty much universally engaging in sexual acts.

Any time he went minimally softer, which wasn't often, I had Brock stroke himself to full capacity again and then some.

I got in the habit and kept telling him to jack himself. I really liked watching his big hands handle his huge member. His veins were prominent, and it was just so... so... enticing.

He stroked a few times then stopped.

"Did I tell you to stop?" I was enjoying playing with him.

He regripped and kept going. "Where have you been all my life?"

I giggled. "Faster."

"Jasper, I..."

"Yes, Brock?"

He pushed me against a wall, boxing me in, as he continued to jerk himself. I loved our size difference. He was much taller and two or three times wider than me, but this giant listened to everything I said. I liked very much him allowing me to have that. If his tense muscles and deep breathing were any indicatiom, he was nearing an orgasm!

"You're not allowed to come."

He let go of himself, leaning against the wall, taking deep breaths. Wow, he was really doing everything I told him. Did this hulk like me bossing him around a bit? I certainly did.

"Again, I didn't tell you to stop."

"But..."

"Keep going until I say."

He grit his teeth. I could see drops of sweat building on his brow.

Damn, he was gorgeous. Having control of this monster and the monster between his legs was such a turn on.

My dick was throbbing like never before. I couldn't help touching it, just a little. Needed some relief.

His eyes snapped to the movement, and he groaned, picking up the pace.

Heat scorched through my body.

"I- I shouldn't touch myself like this... in public, but, damn, you're such a turn on, man. You do everything on a dime, and your body... ugh! I should... I should..." I should stop, but I didn't want to.

I could hear others' voices. They were doing more than we were. It made me feel naughty. But I could only listen to the others because Brock took all of my attention. Not to mention, he was so large, I also actually couldn't see past him.

"Eyes only on your pet," his deep voice washed over me.

Like I needed the reminder. "I can't look anywhere else."

He crouched to lick and bite my jaw and neck. I whined.

Our hands bumped together as we jacked. That triggered something in me. My knees went weak. I held on to Brock to not fall.

"Jasper, fuck, you're hot. I want to see you come so bad."

My eyes rose to meet his when he said that. Really? Oohh! My balls reeled up and started shooting!!

I tried to catch my come with my other hand, but Brock pulled it out of the way! Allowing my come to spray over him, directly on his thighs and cock and balls. We groaned in unison.

"Permission to come?" He rasped out.

"No." I don't know why that turned me on so much!! He could've just shoved me aside or easily overpowered me any time, but he kept to my words.

"Then I'm going to have to stop touching myself," he barely got out between clenched teeth.

"Okay." I was still breathing hard from my orgasm.

The giant didn't even let go of himself until I finished saying okay. Damn! Aftershocks blazed through me.

He let go, but the anaconda between his legs jerked and twitched, alive and moving of its own accord, searching for the final friction to reach the peak but unable to attain, like the phantom of pleasure. Fuuuuck, it was incredible.

He fell to his knees, hands around my hips, digging into the skin enough to make it hurt. He rested his head against my heart. "I need a minute," he confessed.

I ran my hands across his shoulders and through his hair to sooth him.

"You're doing really good."

When he calmed down enough, slightly enough, to control his body, he pulled his head back.

I gripped his head between my hands, almost tenderly. "You're not allowed to come at all tonight. Not when the party's over. Not when you go home. Only tomorrow morning."

"Fuck," he replied but shivered.

Technically, we were well past midnight, so he only had a few hours left. A few excrutiating hours.

He had to really bend over, but he quickly kissed the crease of my groin. Sooo close to my spent dick. Before I could react with more than a gasp, he stood back up, his lips now miles away from that area.

"Let's clean up, master." He lead me by the hand to a bathroom and shut the door behind us.

I reached for a washcloth when he intervened. "We should just take a shower. We're naked, and..." he didn't have to search long. "There's a stack of clean towels."

"Dean really thinks of everything!" I laughed. Ridiculous. My friend planned this and was absolutely ridiculous. I looked back at Brock, who was watching me intently enough to make me blush.

My eyes flitted away from his intense gaze and landed on the mirror. My eyes widened at the drastic difference between us.

The top of his hair wasn't even in the mirror frame while I barely made it halfway. I had a baby face and looked soft and flushed from my admittedly satisfying release. Meanwhile, Brock was all hard planes, sharp jaw, and thrumming with an undercurrent of tension.

My dick was soft and as relaxed as the rest of me. Brock's cock was angry and sticking up. He looked five times bigger than me. In this situation, I would have thought I'd feel emasculated, but I actually felt powerful. I can't believe I'd done everything I did tonight, but it didn't seem unnatural. Because this giant was mine. He did what I said. And his cock was mine, too.

Brock's breathing picked up, as if he could hear what I was thinking. It must be obvious by my possessive gaze.

I slapped his thigh. "Alright big guy, in the shower. I want my pet squeaky clean."

He grunted and got the water going.

I leaned against the counter, arms crossed, as I directed him through cleaning himself. When he rudimentarily soaped his balls and still at attention cock, I tsked. "Scrub that area well, pet."

He made a pained sound but did as told.

Brock was leaning against the shower wall, fully turned towards me and the door, struggling to follow my directions to keep stimulating himself without coming, when the door burst open.

A girl I didn't recognize froze, eating up the delicious view.

"I'm cleaning MY pet," I stated. It came out harsher than I meant.

"Ooohh sorrryyy," she laughed and closed the door.