Dragon Balls

Jerking Off a Giant Spike (With Adam the Tiny!)
B_25 & IamGoku

Leaving the dollhouse was a mistake. Those words echoed inside Adam's mind, which no amount of shaking his head did anything to clear. Walking across the endless hallway of sprawling crystal floor, his reflection stood taller than his inch tall height.

Any passing giant could miss the tanned speck walking across the floor. One wrong step and he would be crushed, and that would be that. He’d live. The potion guaranteed his durability. But still, he would be left helpless on the ground.

Even the shining ceiling, upon tilting his head back, loomed in the air, higher than any cloud in the sky. Making this journey was stupid and dangerous—but he didn’t have any choice but to continue on his trek.

Strange sounds echoed from down the hall, originating from the distant bathroom, where Spike had left to nearly an hour ago.

Pinkie had stopped by the bedroom nearly half-an-hour ago and left it just as quickly. Who knows what getting caught by her at this size meant? Tossed into the back of her pants, resting along the slope of her pink cheeks, all while her clinging black yoga pants hugged them against her thick tush?

Thankfully she left without touching the dollhouse Adam had hid in. She came and went. And before that, Spike had come to check on him, the sphere of an emerald eye filling the space before one of the tiny windows of the miniature bedroom.

How something so massive, a single eye, could peer, with all its immensity, into the expanse of a normal but also minuscule bedroom.

Adam had felt conflicted about that. A teenage dragon, towering and masculine, peering down at the small dollhouse and into the tiny room, where Adam stood smaller than any doll inside of it. The intense gaze of the dragon’s eye, covered in soft green glow, tightened a fist around his lungs. Curiosity thicked from the stare that devoured his minuscule frame, lingering for a second too long, blinking infrequently.

Like he studied the tiny man something later.

“I’m, uh, g-gonna go catch a shower.” Spike arched back to the sky and turned. Not even Adam, throwing himself against the window and craning his head back, could see all of the towering length of the dragon. The booms of his steps rocked the ground and Adam’s world.

But now, back in reality, the present moment.

Adam stood before at the crack of gargantuan door of the bathroom, the very frame of the thing stretching up beyond what his vision could handle, rendering the rest a haze he couldn't be bothered to squint at. Not that it would have done him much of a service. The open air of the hall thickened in warmth as he went across it, something which only tickled his skin at first, but then wrapped around him the closer he drew to its source.

And then the answer for the sudden heat became clear.

A dense pouring of steam swept like a tidal wave underneath the crack of the door. Thunderous strikes of water pelting against porcelain came muffled through the door. Following by something else. A distant growl of some sort. With a gulp, Adam crawled through underneath the door, through the faint sea of steam, and right into the room of the continuous thunderstorm.

Adam ducked out into a mist-like abyss. It covered the expanse of crystal tiles, hovering above slightly them, coming up against his waist.

“Twilight's going to kill him for the water bill.” Adam rose a hand over his forehead as he continued forward. With a wall to his left, a towering counter to his right, and a massive bathtub before him, Adam paused for a second to gaze up through the fog. “At this point, it may have been better for him to have actually slipped.”

Adam had never been more wrong in his life.

Adam craned back his head to try and devour the sight, only for it to consume every inch of him, pushing him a step back, a tiny fraction more of the view fitting into his small eyes. He gazed above the covering mist to the white wall of porcelain from which it spilled over. The base of the bathtub spanned easily past the corners of his eyes, a vast expanse he couldn't hope to capture no matter how many more steps he took back.

But that wasn’t what mesmerize him.

The towering dragon that stood an infinite amount of feet and stories and miles and even vistas locked Adam's eyes to the landscape of living movement, shifting scales, flexing movements, and what was more, what brushed and tickled his skin was something he should have been repulsed by.

The giant dragon took a staggering step back, a booming effect that cracked the deepest pitch of sound itself, while waterfalls condensed in droplets of water pelted and then poured against and down his stretching body. The shower itself was like the entire force of a rainy day focused on a single entity.

The ability for ordinary things to become utterly gigantic stirred a swirling paradox of arousal and agony spanning from Adam's chest to his crotch. Crotch. Like the one on the giant dragon. An expanse of purple. Like a field of flexing scales shifting to the slightest of movements.

“Nnngh! C'mon! Why i-isn't this working!?” Words became like roars when the distant dragon uttered them through clenched and glinting fangs. His firm, scaly lips parted, in a ferociously primal way, enough to reveal some of his sharp, glinting, and fearfully arousing fangs. “Please. Please, please, please. I need this.”

Adam blinked once, then twice, his bearded jaw trying to work, the bottom of his lungs pushing up air for words. Nothing came but a whimper. It was deep and masculine in a girlish kind of way. All because of the act his eyes could not be stripped from.

The imposing dragon standing under the current of pouring water as rose up against his slender legs. The structure of his head then lolled back, eyes tightly closed, clenched even, while his claws, big enough to twirl around the thickest tower of Canterlot Castle, curled once more around the pillar of his pulsating member.

Spike’s cock. It was taller than any tower and thicker than any pillar. The skin a lush pink, a thin layer encasing the sheer slab of throbbing meat. Each pulse. That rhythmic throb. His dick bobbing, rising and falling, tantalizing, from the flick of his hips that the dragon couldn't hold himself back from doing. All those things seemed like unconscious functions that controlled its owner.

And whoever else dared to go near them.

Adam watched. His eyes glued to the digits curled and clenched around the massive member, pumping up and down its length, slow and controlled, feeling a tingle down in his own pants at the pained whimpers escaping the beast.

The dragon then dipped his head forward, half of his face seen, one of his eyes opening, a flash of a sharp, glowing green following the lifting of his eyelids. But the stare. Gazing at nothing. A cry for help the last step before the first tear.

Adam felt that eye focus on him. He feared it. Wanted it. But banished that second thought from his mind. He was tiny, and the steam was high. It enshrouded him, but left his current fascination of naked dragon exposed. It wasn't fair. But maybe this was the giant world's way of making it up to him.

But a glance down at his black tank top to shorts of the same color only revealed the sharp definition of his member pressing against the fabric. Underwear was a no-go when tiny; the shorts were loose around the crotch. And now there wasn't an inch of space between his cock and the article.

And the last time Adam had gotten this hard was but a blank memory.

I... but... this isn't like me.

The feelings of his body cared nothing for the coursing repressed thoughts of his mind. The tingles at the ends of his nerves sparked a new pleasure, not better or worse at beholding Pinkie's stretched yoga clinging to every inch of her massive and supple cheeks, but rather, something different, and more than just that.

Something new.

The way his cock rose against the tightness of the shorts, each throb a painful and pleasure plea to be free. To what? Exposed to the warm, soft, and faint touch of the steam? To the shadow of the dragon that could consume him without knowing?

Adam let his mind become vacant like the floor of steam around him, which he then sat into, allowing only his head to pop over the surface. Leaning back slightly, he leaned onto one hand and let the other to lay at the waistband of his shorts, waiting at the entrance to a new possible world.

But even though he was drunk on it all, going through with the vague and building desire of his body, he knew, meant making a choice, a definite revelation, from which, there was no coming back from. Logic pleaded with him to consider that women were the only thing he'd ever gotten an erection to. Jerked off to. This was sudden and strange and weird and possibly embarrassing mixed with sure humiliation.

The ends of his fingers poked at the brim of his shorts, able to slip inside to where they were demanded. But Adam shook his head and gazed back up at the dragon, at the beautiful beast of purple and green scales. His towering stature, the sheer size of his frame, and everything about him was an undeniable turn on.

And the repressed groans and moans and whimpers and hushed screams for release against the rising steam was cute and damning and demanding to Adam. He'd always felt something to the not-so-little dragon. Like a friend helping one a bit younger through tough but familiar times. That dynamic tickled in a way it shouldn't have.

But all paled in comparison to the claw pumping across the throbbing member. Even more fierce and primal, its bobs were like that of a wild beast, whipping up and down, unable to be contained and held in place even by the massive claw that held it tightly.

Adam watched the distant and towering purple figure continued to pump his member. How the water cascaded over his giant frame, accentuating the innocent beauty of the private act. Spike hung his head low, flicking his hips and his dick forward and back, trying to milk the tiniest bit of pleasure he had—though the continued whimpers spoke of no release.

A release that Adam could clearly see bringing.

He saw it. Vivid pictures with him in it. A little story told his mind under the hypnosis of his body. How tiny he would make his way to the side of the tub, jumping up and down, waving his arms around, the lurking beast spanning high up above hearing squeaks not coming from the shower's handle.

The underside view of the slender purple legs scaling upward, meeting at the waist of utter tightness, all was a sight that couldn't be captured by his intense imagination. How that thick purple tail would wiggle and wag through the air, an unconscious monster of slim masculinity that would drive him equally as wild as its smacking around.

Or how the only safe place to it would be the tight cheeks tucked beneath the tail. Oh, how safely he could be tucked there himself, between the two smooth and scaly globes, a smothering hug gripping every inch from under his arms, letting his hands rest on each cheek. Not better than Pinkie's, maybe, but different.

Adam was vaguely aware of his hand slipping through the waistband of his shorts. Nervous electricity at the first brushing of skin. The pleasure made his hips shivered, the only way to output the current. His fingers touched down on his member, staying there, unlike the monumental dragon beating his meat furiously in the background.

His imagination continued.

From the side of the bathtub and looking up, Adam could so clearly see the massive purple head, purple and blurry, high above the clouds of steam. His eye would glance downward for a moment, blinking at the speck of brown against white, tightening then realizing that it wasn't bug spying on his private efforts.

Though Adam sure as hell felt like one.

It would be majestic. The same claw clutched around the erect, throbbing member high above would uncurl itself from the girth of dragon cock. Swooping down to claim the tiny man with the same claw he used seconds before to grip his dick. Spike wouldn't have thought much about that fact. Innocence followed him even into early adulthood.

But the effect would be the same.

Adam groaned as his fingers traced up and down the skin of his prick, teasing himself needlessly. It was his way of delaying what was to come. As if there was any choice in backing out now. No, no, no.

It would take some talking between them, Adam imagined, as he pictured himself being gripped tightly by Spike's claw. The protruding balls below Spike's middle and index digit pressed into his back, and with those curled tightly around his tiny frame, holding him like some kind of toy.

Adam threw his head back at the feeling. Of being held like that. Tightly in the middle of curling digits, high above the ground, aimlessly in the air, caught by a beast of a dragon that towered over the highest mountain while keeping his frame sleek.

How the sight before him drove the starting bursts of flames over the head of his cock, the coursing fire heating every inch of Adam's length! Rising past the pink drawbridge of the massive cock, up across the fain pack of abs slowly coming in, slowing by the tight chest growing broader by the day, to finally, the sharp, inquisitive muzzle of a dragon, who bore the cute expression of possibly breaking down at any second.

It took some words. An explanation of how concern brought Adam here. How what Spike was doing was natural, was healthy. His struggles were strange, sure, but even stranger was the stiffy Adam had poking into the slit between the two thick digits curled around his meager frame.

Things were absurd. Both caught by each other in a strange stage of their life. But in this. With everything weird and sudden, all laid out, a one time only kind of deal... shouldn't they act on this? Investigate this strangeness to see, if maybe one day, it could become a new normal?

It wouldn't take much. With how accepting the two were, curious and willing, a few words, a couple of stares, and a nervous nod of the head would sell the actions that would come. That was the word that made Adam dare any of this, after all.

Spike would bring him close to his lips, thick and scaly, stretching on forever on either side. They were plush inside of Adam's head, in a strange kind of way, and puckered when the claw holding Adam drew close, covering half of his body in a cautious but caring kiss.

But just as quickly as it started, it would have ended by the tiny boy being whisked away, a blushing Spike unable to face the person he'd just dared such a thing upon. Only, the claw would lower down his immense and powerful front, hovering only inches above the pulsating member, throbbing rhythmically, left uncared for far too long.

“Um.” The beast cleared his throat against the pelting downpour. “It's proably best if I, y-you know, put you there myself. Not cause I, like, want to force you or anything.” The claw circled to the side of the member, giving Adam the perfect, aerial view of the sprawling dragon cock. “But you could slip if something went wrong. There should, uh, be enough s-surface for you to stand and walk and w-well—you get the rest.”

Back in on the steam covered floor, any doubts about jerking off dissipated like the mist around Adam. The rubbing of his legs tugged his shorts down to his ankles. Heat emanated from the tiles of the floor. Thank Celestia for long showers.

Adam's hand gripped his cock and started to pump, lightly, to the beat of his imagination. His closed eyes would sometimes peek open to the chamber of the tub and the giant dragon towering within it, the reference material he would much rather be up close to study. The masturbating Spike fed his vivid mind, and Adam focused his eyes on the cock twitching in the dragon's grip.

Back to his mind again.

The claw clutching him would suddenly tilt right, becoming flat, and the arches of digits would unravel and raise from around Adam's tiny frame. Standing on the field of purple scales, the horizon marked by the heavy contours of those same, unraveled digits.

Spike's palm would be like a stadium to Adam—one that's flat surface than tilted upward.

Adam would scream and cry as the massive claw tilted sideways. He'd slide down it, already having been close the edge, seeing the member looming below him. Within seconds, he'd be sprinkled onto it, his soft body crashing, slamming, and lying face first into the slab of Spike's hot fucking meat.

And how his hair long hair would drape around it. How his naked body would press into it. Lifting his head and gazing forward, Adam would see the surface of the cock go on like a never-ending bridge, the blurry distance marked by a sharp tip that dripped with white arousal.

Even when Adam would roll onto his back, the heated skin of the cock would only warm his shoulders and everything below. Gazing up would treat him to the field of abs flexing above him, the indentations between carved like trenches that the tiny boy could get lost into. Sheer towering masculinity blanketing his new world, all while his minuscule frame laid back on the very fucking definition of the thing.

And when Adam stared up from his perch, all he would see would be Spike's head staring down at him, at the speck on his giant cock, aimless and helpless. It carried his full weight without knowing it. Each throb like a crashing wave from the harshest sea. How Spike's eyes would be glued to him, amazed at someone like Adam barely able to stand on something like his dick, stumbling around with during each throb. Some of them were intentional, and some of them forced.

Then the teasing would become too much. Adam would drop to his belly, feeling his minuscule cock press against the landscape of Spikes, the soft, heated skin giving way to the utter hardness underneath. His legs would spread on their own, letting the radiating member slip in between his thighs, each quiver of the giant shaft now beating into Adam's tiny cock. Having his prick pressed into his stomach by Spike's utter hardness. He would wrap his arms tightly around the dick at that, hugging it with all his strength, trying to bunch as much of it against his naked body as possible.

And despite the shower, the thick, dense, overpowering musky, sweet scent of dragon dick welled at the bottom of Adam's lungs and tickled the darkest reaches of his mind. Soon enough, the towering drake wouldn't be able to take it. Uttering a soft apology, that same sprawling purple palm would come crashing down over the tiny boy clinging to his dick as though it were an act of worship.

To someone neglected as Spike sometimes was, to see a part of him, especially his cock, drove the dormant urges of his dragonhood to life. Feeling the wiggles against the palm of his claw, only then would he appreciate the sheer size of... himself. A pump of his cock was no longer a small and quick thing, but rather, a journey across the sprawling landscape.

How Adam would feel pinned beneath his massive claw and his powerful cock, forced to serve them both. The weak dragon suddenly made strong by the discovery of the tiny and horny boy, set against his cock and kept against it, rubbing and being pumped against it, little tickles and small kisses being pressed against its surface.

It was like he meant for it. That his body was shrunk all to be used in the shower to jerk off the soaking dragon. That his struggles, wild thrusts, and fragile frame were all meant to stroke fires in the dragon's chest. Helping him reach bliss, and even when he was done, forced to hug the dragon's cock while he walked, the member swaying left and right, sometimes bouncing up and down with every step, forcing the tiny boy to cling even tighter to something like Spike's dick!

Adam rolled his head back and clenched his eyes as the arousal building up against the wall before his cock then shattered. Groans after moans came at the release of his member pumping fine lines of piping hot cum into the air. He never came this hard before, nor this much, but he milked the lingering pleasure while it exploded pleasantly both in his mind and on the ground before him.

A mess no other could even fucking see.

While the dragon, in the shower still going, couldn't even create a mess at all.

Being in the room together, somehow, made the air between them tense.

Right to the bed of the bedroom, a dollhouse sat on the bedside table high above the ground. On the second story of this dollhouse, in a bedroom realistically furnished, tiny Adam laid on his bed, arms crossed over the back of the head, while the events of the morning plagued him even into the late evening.

He sighed. It did nothing to clear his mind. Letting his head roll left, he saw through the window to the outside world, where things were beyond compare and scale to his little world. Spike was dusting a counter off, each step of his foot like a thud nearly shaking him from where he laid, a shock wave of giants that he never knew even existed before now.

Spike glanced over his shoulder for a second—eyes widening at their gazes locking. The towering dragon tensed, freezing for a second, then stuttering in movements to resume his chore. Every brush of his arm was clunky, no doubt, made self-conscious by the second minuscule pair of eyes watching him.

This continued for another hour before bed. Clicks came soon from outside the plastic walls, the sound of the locks keeping the house closed. With a groan, Adam stood up from the bed. Since Twilight was gone looking for a way to bring Adam back to normal size, Spike was left to check on his condition before they both went to bed.

Which resulted, with both of their hearts now pounding because of it, Adam forced to step onto Spike's titanic, awaiting palms. They were pressed together, lowered low just for him, while his chest and frame blocked the rest of the world behind him, filling even the sky with his shy face.

Which Adam was then raised toward. On the same palm that once held the hulking cock currently hidden underneath some tight jeans. His mind quickly jumped to be throwing into the abyss of Spike's crotch, pressed tightly against it by the skinny jeans—a shake of the head cleared that up.

“It doesn't look like anything about you is different.” Spike brought his face closer, the exhale of his snout blowing a gust of warm wind over the purple fields of his palms. Adam shivered, despite not being cold. “At least, you look the same. We can get the tape measure, but something tells me that's—“

“Not needed?”

“I can! W-Who am I kidding? Maybe you did grow a tiny bit.”

Adam sighed. “You can spare my feelings.” Standing before such a giant thing should have scared him more, but really, the colossal dragon was harmless. Fragile even. Even words, coming from an inch tall man, were enough to make the drake nervous. “I think we all know this size is here to stay until Twilight whips something up. Ain't no big deal.” He gave, hopefully, a relaxing smile to Spike. “So let's skip the existence testing until she gets back. Might as well enjoy the freedom while we still can.”

“F-Freedom.” Spike chuckled a broken laugh. “Right.”

Both of their eyes, of the giant and of the tiny, drew right and away from each other. Spike kept holding his palms up and before his face, unable to lower the platform. Adam knew he was supposed to be putting him down now, but for whatever reason, the dragonboy was still holding him.

And Adam enjoyed that equally.

“So I saw you in the shower earlier.”

Both of them blinked and, just like that, their gazes went back to each other.

Ah, crap. Wrong way of saying that.

Adam quickly cleared his throat, casting a worried glance left and right, knowing that, were it anyone else, the claw itself could curl itself into a tight dome. “You were taking longer than usual. Strange sounds coming down from the halls. Didn't mean to peek—just wanted to confirm you were alright.”

Adam turned his head, his voice, somehow, still being heard. “Though it didn't look like you were alright if ya, uh, c-catch my drift.” He had to stop himself from coughing halfway through. His eyes swept back up to the sphere of brilliant green in the distance. “Isn't anything to be ashamed of, course! Do it myself plenty of times.” This time he actually did cough at his horrible phrasing. “Though I don't think I struggle as much as you do. No offense, of course.”

With that said, Adam wanted nothing more than to shut his eyes, clear his mind, and pretend he didn't exist for a few hours. Or days. Maybe decades. The ground of scales vibrated against his feet. In the distance over the rested contours of his claws, the looming face of Spike scrunched up slightly, the rhythmic of gusts of warm air transitioning to short bursts of consistent winds.

“I-I'm so sorry you had to see all that! That's not usually me! I mean, I don't do that.” Spike clenched his massive lids as the winds of his breathing ceased. “I mean, I do do that, but I don't do it often! Not that I wouldn't do it often, but I can't do it often and—oh why the heck am I telling you all this?”

Adam held his hands into the air, watching the two eyes opened again, feeling but like a speck between them. Celestia, the pure whiteness was round like a pool at Canterlot Castle, enough from him to swim in. They were just as inviting as one: clear and reflective.

“Hey, hey! Easy buddy.” Adam fanned his hands downward, trying to calm down the enormous dragon that held him. “There's nothing to freak out about here. I'm not going crazy over seeing what I did. And you shouldn't be sweating the small stuff either—not that there was anything small about you, anyway.”

Now it was Adam to have the near freakout.

Don't go around saying shit like that you numbskull.

“But, uh, y-you know we can always talk about these kinds of subjects.” Adam used his lingering courage to stare up into the monolithic face of the dragon, feeling almost like an ant being watched. Spike was just freaking massive and towering, wasn't he? “Twilight's bound to always going looking for the solution right away. Getting this stuff out between guys tends to relieve the heart a bit more.”

Spike's mighty eyes narrowed in a way that made Adam's blood run cold. “Right. Because a guy like you struggles with getting off.”

Adam knew it was best, in wisdom granted from his mother, to play it honestly. “Alright. Caught me there, big boy. When I'm up, I'm usually out in a few minutes—give or take. But we're all different in that way. We get lucky where others get unlucky and vice versa. Feel me?”

Spike took a moment but nodded anyway.

“But maybe taking a note from Twilight ain't such a bad idea either.” Adam's chin pressed down into his awaiting thumb, his curled index finger pushing above his upper lip for a moment. Thoughts. Then he pulled away. “Have you tried seeing a doctor about this? If doing your best in a warm shower didn't help—“

“I've cum before.” Spike's eyes blinked quickly, almost quick enough to create its own current of wind. “Under c-certain circumstances. Wet dreams and, well, other stuff.”

Spike's giant gaze flew to the left, the purple of his cheeks becoming lighter, brighter, and more intense.

“What other stuff?”

The hulking tower of a dragon then softly whimpered.

“C'mon. We're close friends, aren't we?” Adam dared a step forward, and then another, coming to the edge of the palm. The corner of green suns peeked over at him, observing him. “You can tell me anything. Seeing you going to town down below. It doesn't leave much more to hide.”

Spike huffed adorably, his eyes pulling away once again. “And how can you know that?”

“Don't think anything can be more embarrassing than catching a giant dragon jerking off in the shower.”

“E-Even... if it might have been to y-y-you?”

Adam blinked. His eyes then went wide. The shivering at his feet quickened, and for the first time, the tiny man actually felt heavy in the dragon's claws. That he actually bore some weight that Spike struggled to hold. “I.” He coughed, then tried again. “D-Depends on how you mean, Spike?”

Spike's eyes set on him against, the theatre of his face turning to face him again, every detail of every scale clear and visible. An expression of a coming confession. Cute. Nervous. Exciting. This was Spike. All of this, however, was meant for Adam.

“You were over one time and crashed in the guest bedroom.” Spike tucked his lips inward, no doubt pressing his fangs down into them. A way to deal with his stress, Adam was sure, he picked up from Twilight. “And, back then, you were always so tall, and shredded, and with a deep voice, and... and...”

Adam heart clenched against itself, not knowing if he could handle another 'and.'

“You'd thrown your boxers on the ground.” Spike actually smiled when he chuckled, the other platform, the other claw next to Adam, rose and came around the dragon, crashing into his neck, where he then rubbed the place. “My snout caught your scent from the hall. I came in to check it out, and the room just smelled of you. And I... couldn't take it anymore.”

Adam listened.

“You slept half naked with the blankets off.” Spike shook his head but kept his eyes straight on the tiny. “And I know I shouldn't have! I really shouldn't. But you just smelled soooooo good! Your musk was thick and dense and full of you. And then I grabbed your boxers and wrapped them around my dick and just watched you sleep and—oh my!”

Bolts of electricity charged across Spike's face as he, it appeared, had gone too far with his words once more. This time, Adam really was too much for him to hold. Quickly he bent over, placing the tiny boy on the floor. Just before his feet, also, which wasn't fair at all.

Not to a man in love with feet as much as Adam was.

Spike rose back up after setting the tiny boy down, thankful to have the weight off from his claws, but missing the tickles that came from between the scales of his palm. But something happened to him when he stood all the way back up. Something that was lost the morning when Twilight had shrunk Adam to tiny.

Which was just that—how tiny Adam was.

Spike's gaze carried down his chest and stomach, past his towering legs to the ground below, where the sight of his crush, a brown speck against a sea of crystal blue that was dwarfed even then by something like his feet. His contours down there fidgeted slightly, an unconscious thing thickened the powerful feeling welling within the dragon's chest.

He towered over the tiny man and enjoyed it. How his shadow could consume him if he wished it, or how his feet could hover over him if he dreamt it. Even cheekier was rubbing once strong boy over his muscles now. Holding his open palm, with Adam tucked near the center, and squeezing his developing pec for all it was worth.

And even more, turning around on the spot, lifting his tail, and sitting on him. Having the tiny boy step back from the sight of his tight ass, of how the cheeks dangled above him, then crashing down onto him, pinning him beneath the titan. Oh, how his wiggles against his ass would tickle the sensitive scales there—unless he got sent shooting and slipping into his crack.

“You know, if this were any other time, I don't think could have said all of that without dying at least twice.” Spike chuckled to himself. He was getting drunk on the surging power that had long since been dormant, coming at the reveal of a newfound sense of control and power, at the confirmation of his growing masculinity. “But now that you're not big anymore and, well, under my watch. I don't feel the need to be afraid anymore. To hide anything at all.”

Spike felt dirty in lifting up his shirt and casting it to the side, and after that, undoing his jeans and letting them drop, delighting in how Adam scuttled backward on the clothing collapsing and collecting onto itself. He too kicked them to the side, leaving only his back underwear on—with a rising bugle outlined perfectly against the fabric.

And the fact that Adam was staring as well turned him on even more.

“What's the matter? Jealous at seeing one bigger than your own?” Spike gave a mock laugh, cute at how deep it tried to sound. He enjoyed how tiny man stared up at him, forced to take the pressing length of his dragon cock into his view when he did so. “It's like you said. Some of us are lucky in certain.... places.”

And Spike was even more delighted when Adam was looking at his cock more than his eyes. “What's the matter? Do you like my package? Let me tell you, it may be hard to get it up, but dragon dicks tend to go on and on when they going.” He brought a claw down to the fabric-clad cock, letting a digits trace along the top of his member. “It's pretty tight in there, Adam. But if you ever wanted a closer view of what you only got a peek at before, I don't mind tossing you in there.”

Spike flicked his hips at that, closing his eyes for a moment, rocking his erection. “Oh yeah. Wouldn't you like to be in there? Hugging my cock while trapped in my underwear? Forced to keep against it wherever I go? I've always been appreciating every inch of you for these past few years, and now you could use that last inch you have left on my towering joy.”

Adam watched the show from the ground, unable to take in the staggering height of the dragon, but able to crane his neck back enough to see the dragon's erection pushing further and further against the already strained fabric.

He wondered how it was like in there. At this size, that wasn't a question he would have ever considered, but now, things like that were possible. He could very well be tossed in the front of Spike's underwear without even making an outline against it. The dense, spicy musk of dragon permeated the room. Being thrown and trapped into its source sounded like either pleasure or punishment.

And Adam felt more toward the former than the latter. Being forced against Spike's cock while the fabric of the underwear held him sounded like a secret pleasure he was too afraid to admit. Him going about his day, being serviced down below, while everyone around him would have no clue about the tiny man pleasing his giant cock.

“Can't you help me out, Adam?” Spike asked. His voice was faux commanding still, but with an undertone of need, a cry of pleading coating its edges. “This is my second time today, and seeing you like this... already has me growing quicker than ever before. C'mon, please! It's been a month since the last time I've cum.”

Adam wasn't sure how to answer, or even if his voice would be heard, but such things didn't matter, not when Spike's claw wrapped around his covered cock, jerking it slowly, getting himself ready. What was he doing? Jerking off with not only someone else in the room but with Adam in the shadow cast by his cock.

Where did he suddenly get the confidence to jerk off in front of him?

Adam tried looking away, to ignore the soft hums, the deep groans, the shifting of the fabric against the curling of claws. His eyes settled on the sight ahead, the clean, purple, each toe long but short in a dangerously attract kind of way. It was a new set of feet. Something he too never took the time to notice until now.

Adan was confused. Pinkie's backside was the kind of things that got him full mast. But now, he could feel his own cock pressing against the fabric of his shorts, the musk of dragon owning his lungs and his lust, the sharp toes of a dragon's feet wiggling in such an inviting way, the gaps in-between looking snug and plush and the perfect size for a tiny body to be throw and pressed and held against.

“Are you looking at my feet? I know you've always been a fan of them, but you've never looked at mine this way before.” The loud but soft voice of the dragon edged with a husky tone. Adam could feel the heavy and lustful gaze of the dragon weighing down his shoulders. “Do you like them? I think they may like you?”

Adam shook his head. “I...”

“And I think they may like you.”

Adam wasn't sure what that was supposed to mean, only when the lavender island of foot raised into the air, the tiny boy turned at once and took running. Something then boomed behind him, the impact of something heavy casting forth a gust of wind, one that would have lifted Adam—if the contours of two of Spike's toes had come crashing down on him. They whisked him back, with the front half of the foot pressing down over his body.

Gently.

“Dragons also have pretty good vision.” Spike laughed. The shifting of fabric grew louder and quicker. If he weren't careful, there wouldn't be any space in his underwear to spare, or his wish may come true a little too quickly. “And it looks like you've got a heavy package of your own, don't you, Adam?”

Underneath Spike's foot, Adam's face pressed into the flexible scales. They were strangely soft, rubbing against his cheek with care. His crotch had slipped between the gap between the two toes, which crossed over each other, wiggling together, stroking his cock between them—a cry loud enough from him for it to be felt against the sprawling foot.

“I can barely feel your thing, but it's there, all right.” Adam breathed fresh air when the foot rose off him slightly, the dim purple giving away to blinding light—and the underside of the Spike's soles. When he turned and started to crawl back, the foot came back down, catching his head between the toes, his cock now poking into the underside of Spike's foot. “Foot fetishes aren't uncommon for dragons. Do mine feel any different from the girls? They must as I can feel your dick poking into my foot.”

Adam struggled. His wiggled left and right, only for his dick to rub and beat and be pressed into the underside of Spike's foot. His head bounced off the soft bottom of the two toes, feeling them flex from his touch. Above, he could only see the right half of the dragon's face—the stretching black pillar of his clothed cock devoured most of his vision.

But Adam soon stopped struggling, stopped fighting. He took a moment to catch his breath—a mix of musk and a dragon's foot. He wasn't really angry or mad or anything. Heck, he'd jerked off to the idea of something like this happening. And now it was. Tucked underneath a foot which he flicked his hips again, feeling his cock sunk slightly into the surface, all the while, the giant column of dragon cock was being played and jerked and pumped above in the tightest underwear he'd ever seen on another guy.

Taking a deep breath and clearing his mind, he gave a nod of his head, something that he hoped would be enough to continue.

“Aha! So that was it? I could have, mhmmhm, made you my tiny boy toy if I just warmed you up with my feet?” High above, the massive head of the dragon rocked his head back, playing with his cock harder and quicker, while his toes played over the face of his tiny crush. “But thank you for this, Adam. You're going to bring me sooooooo much pleasure! I've needed this for way too long, and you're going to help with every second and inch.”

But then the foot lifted off the tiny boy again, giving him a second to breathe, free of the heavy weight. The giant claw rocking back and forth over the covered erection then fell from the sky above, reaching for him, scooping him into two curling digits.

Spike raised the tiny boy, slowly, up the scale of his body and to his face. His expression beaming with lust and pleasure and joy. With a chuckle, he gave his crush a look over, before bringing him in for a quick kiss—something that Adam turned his head at, feeling the plush, scaly lips claim his whole body in one puckered swoop, though it let him know the dragon cared enough for him to not be overly cheeky.

“Now then.” Spike held him away from his face, his half-lidded eyes gazing down at his claw. His lips were stretching far right into a smirk, a key was up to something very, very cheeky. “There's something we can try first. It's helped before, but I think now it'll really do the trick.”

Spike the lowered his claw down the front of his body, his face and eyes and smirk getting bigger the more distant they became, sinister and potent, an effect not lost on Adam. His arms rested on the curled digits holding him, watching the abs of Spike's stomach roll upward as he came downward. “But while I get things ready, why don't you get some practices down there?”

Adam wasn't sure what that meant, that was until he gazed downward. His body froze at the sight. The massive width of the dragon's crotch loomed just below him, the black fabric like a thick wall spanning across it, all with a claw dug beneath the heavy waistband. They then pulled back slowly, revealing the dimness of the opening abyss, where the pink, thick, and solid dragon cock twitched at the coming winds—and upcoming treat.

“It may take me a bit to get things perfect.” Spike's laughter could be heard from above, from how he was dangling his crush over the top of his opened underwear. He was teasing him with this, the ultimate power move, throwing him into the prison with his cock. “And we don't want me to lose this hardness, do we? So be a good slave and work hard down there. Fuck my cock good enough, and I may even let you out sooner—or not at all.”

And then Spike dropped him into the front of his underwear, the light fading, dimness regaining. The air became thick with musk. Adam fell past the brim and the band of the fabric, the black wall sloping and arching in the distance, while his destination became apparent.

His body slammed into Spike's cock, on his stomach, and he quickly wrapped his legs and arms around the warm and pulsating thing. It was real, alive and throbbing, sensing his presence. Adam held it tightly due to the unsure footing, turning his head and gazing up, seeing the amused expression of the dragon peering into his open underwear.

“Hugging my cock for dear life? Maybe it wasn't so one-sided after all.” Spike closed his eyes for a second, rocking his titanic hips for a second. The sway of his giant member, how it lifted suddenly then dropped softly, made Adam cling to it all the tighter. “Think about it. Something like my dick is holding all of you up. You're clinging to my cock of all things. You better please it well, slave.”

And with that, the digits holding the brim out then slipped away, the elastic snapping about around Spike's waist.

Darkness.