The Giant's Little Pets

Bondage, molestation, spanking, m/f, m/m

There was very little in life that Grugg understood besides tending his mammoths. There may have been a time when he had been with his own kind, but he had forgotten. To him, the world was divided into himself, mammoths, and the small animals that he spotted now and then but which avoided him.

One day, Grugg saw a small unfamiliar shape trying to sneak through his camp. It walked on two legs like him, but was much smaller. He snatched it up for a closer look, and it began making a complicated series of high-pitched sounds that Grugg didn't understand. Suddenly, it stung his hand with a sharp piece of metal that it held the way Grugg held his club. He snatched the metal and threw it away.

This little 'thing', for which there was no name, had a hard shell on it like a mud crab. But the shell seemed barely attached. He pulled on it and some thin straps broke. He tossed the shell aside and, finding thin coverings beneath, he tore those away also. The little being began to squeal louder and more desperately.

On close inspection, it was not a miniature version of Grugg. It had two lobes on its front, side by side. Grugg looked at his own chest. He didn't have them. This must be a feature that only these little creatures possessed. But lower down, he found that it was also missing things that a normal person ought to have. Peering closely between the legs, he could only see a tiny patch of fur and the hint of an opening. He stretched out a finger and tickled the area, which caused a frantic squeaking that he found highly amusing.

Grugg decided to keep this thing as a pet. He had some threads for repairing his clothing, as thick as his little pet's fingers. He tied some around its neck, not too tightly, and held the other end between his thumb and finger. He set his new pet on the ground, and it began to run away from him desperately. When the thread was stretched taut, 'she' (Grugg didn't know why that word came up from his memory) tried to pull free, but Grugg held the cord tightly.

Desiring to play with his toy some more, he picked her up again, and began stroking her all over, enjoying the little sounds she made. He noticed that the squeaking grew louder and more amusing when he played with the little lobes on her front, and between her legs. So he tended to tickle those areas with his large finger more than any other.

Over the next day or two, Grugg made a little bone cage and kept his pet there whenever there was important work to do for the mammoths, and when he went to sleep. He shared his food with his pet, and kept her cage clean. Taking her out on her leash, he would wash her in the stream by placing her, on her back in his left palm, with her legs in the air, and drip water on her with his right. He would let her ride on his shoulder. The first time he did this, she bit his ear. To discourage her from this he took a short length of cord, held her in his left hand and whipped her tiny buttocks for a little while. She gave the most desperate squeaking yet, but despite how funny this was, Grugg decided only to do it when she misbehaved.

Once, when Grugg failed to keep a tight grip on her leash, she ran for it. With a few large paces, Grugg caught up with his escaping pet and scooped her up. Again she was placed bent over his huge left palm, and whipped around the posterior until the squeaks turned into a continuous wailing sound. With time, Grugg needed to do this less and less often.

After he had had this little pet for a few full moons, Grugg suddenly noticed another creature the same size, firing little pins into one of his mammoths from a curved contraption he didn't quite understand. Normally, he would have used his club to knock the intruder clear into the next valley. But since the first one had afforded him such amusement, he grabbed the second one as before, and stripped off its outer coverings.

This one was different. This time it was a miniature version of Grugg, with all the right parts and no extras. So that he could make sure the attacked mammoth was all right, he put it in the cage with pet number one. She squealed and covered with her hands the parts of her where she seemed to like being tickled most. She must be telling the new one, thought Grugg, 'these are my favourite places, touch me here.'

When he returned from checking on the mammoth, Grugg saw that his first pet had calmed down but was sitting in the corner of the cage timidly. The new one was making a lot of complex sounds towards her, that didn't mean a thing.

Now and then, Grugg would play with Pet Two. He found that if he tickled between its legs enough, its little parts would go stiff. But it didn't make the noises Pet One made, so it was not as much fun. He played with Pet One every day - Pet Two would make angry sounds at him, and soon Grugg noticed that when he grew bored and put One back in her cage, Two would put its arms around her and make quiet soothing sounds.

Just when he thought his pets couldn't get any funnier, Grugg returned to camp and found them in the strangest position. Pet One was on her back with her legs in the air just like when he washed her. Pet Two was on top of her and moving back and forth. A couple of days later he found them lying next to each other, facing opposite ways, their heads between each other's legs. Examining their differences perhaps? Another time, Pet One seemed to be riding Pet Two, and making a lot of her little sounds.

Grugg shrugged his shoulders. It was weird, but what else did they have to do? Yet something in the back of his mind told Grugg that one day he might have more pets.

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Chapter 2 tells the story from the pets' point of view.

Turning back time a bit...

Pet One was horrified when the giant opened her cage and thrust a naked man into it with her. What was intended to happen between them? She shrieked and crouched in a corner of the cage, hiding her breasts and pussy with her hands.

Pet Two was simply confused. How could this happen to him? He had followed the small herd hunting for his clan. What was his reward? To be snatched up, stripped naked, and thrust into a bone cage.

When he had got a grip on himself (not literally), he turned to the frightened woman. "I won't hurt you", he assured her. "Who are you? How did you get here?"

"I'm not telling you my name!" said One angrily. "I won't have anyone going around saying they saw me naked and kept like a pet. I'm a respected shield-maiden!"

"You seem to have lost your shield" said Two. "And your armor. And everything else. But let's think about how to get out of here."

"We can't" she pouted. "And if you try, he whips you. Just look at my butt." She rolled over, showing him some fading red stripes across her bottom and thighs. Then suddenly realising what she was doing, she rolled back quickly and hugged her private parts tighter. Now her face was the reddest part of her.

The giant returned from pulling out arrows from one of his mammoths, and reached into the cage for his newest pet. As he held it up and stared at it, it threw a stone it had concealed. An impact hit Grugg's eye and made it water. Clearly, his new pet would also have to be taught to behave. He turned it over, picked up a length of 'thread' and began lashing its hindquarters.

One looked on with growing sympathy. Grugg was holding Two facing away from her, so she could see the stripes appearing. Then a lash of the cord came down at an odd angle, striking right between Two's legs and for the first time he yelled in pain. It suddenly struck One how much more vulnerable he was than she. Her first thought had been that he and the giant were in some kind of male conspiracy, after her body. She felt guilty about this now, as Two was placed back in the cage groaning.

Two lay on the floor, for a while inhabiting a universe that contained nothing but his agony. One dropped her protecting hands from their position of impromptu modesty, crawled forward, and put her hand on his shoulder...

The two pets talked for hours. One told TWO how she had tried to avoid the extra mileage of skirting around the giant's camp, by sneaking through. "I'm usually good at not being seen" she said, "but the giant grabbed me and stripped me, just like you. He..." She hesitated in embarrassment. "He molests me, every day, touching me in the worst way."

"You know, I don't think he understands what he's doing" said the Dragonborn. "You're just a toy to him, not a person. I don't think he's even seen another giant for years."

The next day, when Grugg amused himself by making One produce her little squeaks (to him) when she was tickled, Two shouted at him: "Leave her alone! Bad! Bad giant!" It didn't work, and when they were reunited he tried to comfort her tears of humiliation and outrage, echoing the comfort she had given him yesterday.

Sometimes it was Two's turn to be humiliated. He tried to resist the friction of the giant's finger on his penis, and hoped that One understood something about men: That they don't need a satisfactory emotional situation for physical stimulation to work! Helpless to prevent his erection, he hoped she wasn't thinking he actually enjoyed this! But when he was put back in the cage, her comforting hug was closer and longer than usual. They both said nothing.

The two pets' mutual comfort and support didn't take long to become a passion. When Grugg was asleep one night, they looked into each others' eyes and simultaneously pounced. Explorations with hands, lips and tongues turned into a wild union on the floor of the cage. Gasps of ecstasy made the giant stir in his sleep, but he picked his nose, rolled over and resumed snoring.

They stopped caring whether Grugg saw them or not, and spent the long days devoted to each other, physically and emotionally. The only interruption was the giant's playtime. But it was different for One now she was no longer alone. She still hated it, but she no longer cried and yelled when she was molested, knowing that before long she would be touched in the way she ought to be - by someone she cared for. Grugg began to lose interest sooner and sooner each day because of her silence.

One fateful day, when Grugg was idly stroking his thumb over One's breasts, a vibration made the ground tremble rhythmically. Over the rise, a tall figure came striding. It was Grugg's size and held a club like his. But to his surprise, the newcomer was shaped like Pet One - except that the two frontal 'lobes' were longer, larger and hung pendulously. The hair was long and unkempt. Grugg had never seen anything like it before.

He started to put One back in the cage, but the giantess strode forward and whacked him sideways on the head with her club. He dropped One, and the cage door was left open. The Dragonborn sprang out and began to lead One quickly away. Grugg stood up, puzzled and not sure what to do. Then he instinctively raised his club and bopped the female, with only half his strength, on the top of her head.

The pets concerned themselves with running, but heard the process of clubbing continuing alternately for several minutes. When they felt safe enough to turn and look back, the two giants had fallen down behind a boulder. The valley floor began to shake amidst the grunting and roaring of whatever was going on behind there. They turned and resumed running.

END