They keep us in cages. Huge cages made of twisted steel they mostly made with their big bare hands. They're not the sturdiest constructions, but they don't have to be. The girls don't even want to leave, and the guys, like me, are too submissive by now to try anything.
As many had thought, the girls are frequently pregnant, but when they occasionally give birth, it's a full Sasquatch that comes out, not some kind of hybrid. Their genes must be so dominant that no human traits can get in. It's practically a cloning method; they only use our women as incubators.
They keep us naked, of course. Between that and all the sex going on, all us guys walk around with boners all day, either stroking ourselves or begging the girls to let us have something. With what they're used to, they take one look down and laugh.
One time out of ten, maybe, a girl will go a day or two without a Big Foot pounding her to ecstasy, and out of desperation she'll let a guy inside her. Just a couple thrusts, a whimper, and it's over, but we live for that chance.
So the species just barely continues, with ten Sasquatch born for every one human. Still, it's in their best interest to let us live, so maybe when the two species come close to equal populations, they'll let us have more.
We crouch around fires within our cages, both to keep warm and cook the scraps of meat they throw us. My particular cage is in the old high school basketball court, with most others.
I see the girls I met sometimes, even Courtney, but she and Zoey are pregnant again right now so they're kept in a separate building. I was locked up with Becky once and begged her for a blow job for three days, but she just kept saying no and telling me I was too small.
Then, I'd swear just to be a bitch, she blew the first Sasquatch that walked by, right through the bars. Even glancing over at me, and giggling around the cock in her throat while I whimpered and jerked off. When it filled her mouth, she held me down and spit half the load into my mouth with a kiss. Then she kicked me in the balls and walked away as I groaned in agony. The transformation these girls had gone through was terrifying.
They'll let the girls out just to fuck them right in front of us. It goes on for hours at a time. The guys just watch and beat off, sometimes even cheering them on. Guys are now so completely defeated, they even yell out encouragement when it's their own wives and girlfriends getting fucked right in front of them.
They let us watch television, too, for the two or three channels still broadcasting. Once, a cute Asian reporter was yelling in some other language, then the camera panned over and zoomed in on dozens of short, thin Asian girls being fucked in the streets by huge white haired Yeti with fat gray cocks. Most of the girls were suspended in the air from the fucking.
Then the camera suddenly moved back and showed the reporter herself with a big white haired hand wrapped around her shiny black haired head, and a massive foot long gray cock pushing in and out of her stretched mouth. Clearly taken by surprise, the reporter still held her microphone up to her mouth, recording every sloppy slurping sound. Her Asian eyes were wide open in shock.
The camera man muttered a few things in what I think was Chinese, but kept recording for some reason. Some of the guys behind me were cheering. It had been a long time since we saw a girl get taken for the first time. The reporter stood there helplessly as the giant Yeti closed both hands over her head and fucked her mouth.
Drool started dripping from her chin, down onto her red blazer. The microphone recorded more slurps, louder and faster, and we could hear the Yeti grunting and growling.
"She's going to get it, man! She's about to get the full load!" One of the guys behind me yelled. There were cheers. We were all jerking off by then.
Sure enough, both the reporter and the camera man stood there helplessly for several minutes, letting this giant thing do what it wanted, shoving nearly its entire foot long fat gray cock down her stretched throat. With a roar, the Yeti held the Chinese reporter's head tight, and those huge gray balls jumped and pulsed, and the microphone recorded her every gulp. Thick yellow sperm flowed from her lips and we cheered.
She pulled back and collapsed to her hands and knees, coughing and spitting, muttering Chinese curse words at her camera man, from the sound of it. The Yeti squatted behind her, flipped up her red business skirt, grabbed her narrow ass and pushed inside. The camera was aimed right at her face, recording the cringe she made perfectly.
It pounded her relentlessly for a good ten minutes before we suddenly lost the broadcast. We were disappointed, but we knew how that was going to end. Similar scenes had played out across the world, and every time we ended up losing transmission eventually.
Then late one night, when everyone was asleep including the one Big Foot left to guard us, I heard a rattling sound from the back door. Startled, I look and saw a hot brunette dressed all in black, sneaking in. I motioned to her, and she crept over to me.
"My name is Cassandra. I'm with the resistance, my partner Tina is outside keeping watch. We're here to get you out." She whispered. "Where's the key?" I couldn't believe it. "It's right over there, by the guard!" I urgently groaned and pointed. I couldn't believe it. I didn't think there was anyone left. Some of the new people spoke about groups like this, but I thought they were just trying to give us hope.
Her big brown eyes turned the direction I was pointing, and she whispered "Holy shit." I grew concerned. "What? Haven't you ever seen one before?" She shook her head absent mindedly. "I... I've only heard stories... God damn, look at that cock!" she muttered.
Oh, no. "Wait! Please, don't look at it! Just grab the key and get us out of here!" but I don't even think she was paying attention any more. She wandered over to the creature like she was sleepwalking.
Our guard had exhausted himself on at least a dozen girls today. His foot long cock lay fat and spent along his hairy right thigh, with two giant brown balls recovering underneath. The uncut tennis ball sized head rested less than a foot from where the keys sat on a small table.
I could tell she was looking back and forth between the keys, and the massive cock right next to them. At least she was strong enough to feel conflicted. "Cassandra! Please, just get the keys!" I strained not to shout. "I... I know, I..." she trailed off.
She had reached the table. She had to make a decision. "I just... I just want to feel it, just for a second. Then we're getting out of here." She whispered back to me, and I groaned. Nobody just feels one.
Yet before I could say anything, she reached down, and closed her slim white hand around the thick brown shaft, just past the head. Even from the cage, I heard her moan lightly. The creature remained deep asleep.
"Okay, now just let it go and-" I started to whisper, but she cut me off, clearly distracted. "Oh God, it's so warm and thick... it's incredible." She mumbled. My heart sank as I watched her small hand start stroking back and forth along the upper length of the shaft.
The next few seconds I just watched as she crouched down a little, moaned slightly, and began pumping her arm back and forth, increasing her grip as she jerked off half the giant shaft. It began to swell.
"Oh yeah, it gets even bigger... fuck." She whispered, now just obviously horny. The throbbing shaft slowly lifted itself up off the monster's thigh, to her delight. She jacked it up and down faster and harder, clearly interested in more than a feel now.
"Uhn! Look at the size of those balls!" she groaned as the rising shaft revealed the swollen sack to her infatuated brown eyes. Her other hand reached down and cupped just one giant brown ball. It was all she could fit in her curious hand.
"Cassandra please, stop now or-" I began to beg, but she finally spun her head around to acknowledge me. "Why? So I can tug on your little five inches? Hah! You seem to be doing that well enough on your own. How about you just jerk your little dick off while I play with this big beautiful cock? Yes, that sounds right..." she trailed off as her attention came back to the throbbing shaft growing well past a foot long in her hands.
She had moved both hands up to the shaft, and was jacking it straight up and down as hard and fast as she could. Half her diminutive body weight was going into the effort. The cock certainly seemed to appreciate it, but the beast itself was still completely asleep. It was so used to the attention, I doubt a hand job even felt unusual to it.
She was right about me. I'd started jerking off as soon as her hand made contact with its cock. It was like a natural reaction now, I didn't even realize I'd been doing it until she said something. I'd lost all hope, and now just stroked and whimpered as if I were watching her on the television, waiting for the inevitable conclusion.
Jerking the massive shaft off with all her strength, the hot brunette had finally pleased the cock of her dreams until the giant throbbing monster had reached its final length, about a foot and a half long. She just smiled at it and groaned in appreciation, and continued her stroking.
"Yes... Oh God, what a cock!" She marveled, her big brown eyes beaming at it with a big smile on her face. The giant cock stood straight up, pulsing and swelling until a thick drop of clear slime oozed out of the tip of the swollen head. She had begun licking her lips as she stared at it.
