It had been two week since Luke's new bride arrived from her home country of Microslavia, but to him it felt like two years. He had been totally shocked to discover that Magda was not the small and submissive female he had expected, but a giantess. The towering woman dominated him domestically and financially, but most of all sexually. She was insatiable and demanded frequent oral service. Worse for him, she had declared that if he ejaculated, it would harm his performance, and so had kept him celibate. He was desperate for relief but was too afraid to risk masturbating. He dreaded what she might do to him if he was caught playing with himself. Her two girlfriends from their native land, Lava and Vulva, were also often at the house to enjoy Luke's involuntary cunnilingual ministrations as a sex save. It was a Friday after he returned from work when he got a fresh jolt.
His wife announced, "Tonight will be coming to visit a new friend of mine. Butta. From my homeland. Bringing husband. He is little like you."
Luke had to bite his lips to keep from moaning. The last thing he needed was to have one more of the amazons here. And he didn't look forward to seeing a another unlucky guy get treated the way he was. But it wasn't as if he had any choice. Not when his wife could pick him up as easily as if he was a bag of groceries.
So he told her, in the soft-spoken way that had become second nature to him, "Yes, dear. Whatever you'd like, Magda."
She was wearing a tight pantsuit that hugged her stupendous curves. He was almost drooling at the sight of all that feminine pulchritude. His little penis twitched. He hoped it wouldn't get hard because, as always when he was at home, he had to be naked. But Magda spotted the hint of lust and summoned him with a flick of her long finger. He put himself in front of her. She put one foot between his feet. He knew what that meant.
When he hesitated she asked, "What? You don't want to play?"
"Yes. I want to."
That was partly true. He wanted the stimulation that was coming, but not the humiliation. And he definitely wouldn't like being aroused once more, again left longing to empty his small balls.
"So do it," she told him with a hint of impatience.
"Yes, darling."
Luke pressed himself against her leg. He got his stiff pecker in contact with her firm thigh, the underside of his organ feeling her warmth through the pantsuit. For a moment he paused, savoring her sheer femininity and overwhelming superiority. Sometimes he grew weak in her presence. That bothered him, but also added to his arousal. His hands went higher, to hold the back of her thigh. Then he began humping her leg like a horny dog, disgracing himself with his wife. She ruffled his hair and patted his cheek, like he was a house pet. Luke moaned, fighting to maintain his self control. If he were to spurt on her clothing, he didn't know how she would react, but he was sure it wouldn't be good for him.
Magda allowed him to demean himself that way for the next five minutes, until he was hugging her thick leg, burying his face against her bosom, and whimpering with unmet needs. She chuckled at his pathetic submission, his desperate frustration. It was so much fun to control and use her pintsized husband. Magda was toying with his ears when she heard someone pulling up out front. She stepped away suddenly, leaving him pumping his hips against empty space. He stopped and stood there, naked, with his small erection sticking out, mortified almost to the point of tears. She went to the picture window and pulled back the curtain enough to look front.
"Come here," she said enthusiastically. "My friend Butta arrive."
He went to her side and peered from under her arm, making sure to hide his nudity from anyone outside. There was a van at the curb. On it's side were the words BUTTA'S GYM, bracketed by two silhouettes of muscular women hoisting barbells overhead. Luke watched, wide-eyed, as the driver emerged. She was even taller than Magda, and bulkier, with muscles that would make a male body builder envious. All she wore was a muscle tee, brief shorts, and running shoes. When she turned sideways to walk to the back of the vehicle, he saw her rear end in profile. It thrust out dramatically, to an unnatural degree. She turned her back to him before stepping down off the curb and he saw that her posterior was also alarmingly wide, with thighs that were proportionately full. Butta opened the rear door of the van and took out a carrying case of some sort. It was black and big enough to hold a large dog, but without sufficient room for the animal to turn around. She easily picked it up by a handle on top and carried it up the front walk and to the door. Magda let her in while Luke moved off to the side to be less noticeable.
"Magda, hello," Butta said loudly. She was even more impressive up close.
"Yes, hello," Magda responded. "I think I know what is in box."
The new arrival swung it around in front of her. Luke goggled at the way the muscles in her arm flexed. She laid the trunk on its bottom and opened two clasps. When she lifted the lid and swung it back, Luke was startled to see a man inside. He was small like Luke, his slender limbs folded double and held tightly against his body. The women looked down at him and laughed. On the inside of the lid there was a wide mesh like cargo netting, under which was a collection of straps with buckles.
Butta snapped her fingers and told the man in the box, "Get out now."
He whimpered. "I'm sore all over. Please give me a minute."
