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Joseph struggled to look up at the immense being in front of him. He craned his neck back and tried to cover his eyes from the glare of the sun. Even crouching down, the giant towered far overhead. It was hard to make out the other man’s expression, making Joseph consider if he had made a mistake drawing the attention of something so big. Something that could crush him under foot or worse if it so desired.
With sweaty palms, Joseph spoke loudly, “Hey, I just moved into the village nearby! One of the guards said I should introduce myself to you. I’m Joseph!” He hoped the giant could hear him fine.
The village guard had told Joseph earlier that it would be best to introduce himself to the giant, since he tended to interact closely with the villagers. Or at least that’s what they had told him. Joseph had thought the guard had laughed a little as he walked away, but had assumed he misheard and brushed it off earlier.
He was starting to feel nervous as the giant didn’t respond. After a moment, the giant responded curtly, “I’m Ignatius.” Joseph waited for him to say more, but that seemed to be it. Joseph spoke again, “It’s nice to meet you! I’ve never seen someone so big before.” The giant, Ignatius, continued to blankly stare down at Joseph. Joseph could feel sweat running down his back. Maybe this had been some kind of cruel prank by the guard, to make him annoy the giant. Maybe he was an idiot.
Again, after a couple moments, Ignatius responded, “Yea. Nice to meet you.” Joseph could feel himself deflating, not sure if he could keep this up much longer. Joseph quickly said, “Well, I’ll um see you around I guess.” He turned and hurried out of the giant’s shadow back towards the village. Best to leave before he did anything else stupid.
Ignatius inhaled sharply and stood. God, Chase really knew his type, huh. He felt like he had just used every ounce of his willpower not to scare the tiny man. Ignatius’ mind was still racing thinking of what he’d like to do with such a cute human. He could practically imagine the feeling of the small man squirming against him, the taste of his skin, the faces he hoped he’d make.
Ignatius quickly turned away, hoping Joseph hadn’t happened to look back. He could feel himself getting worked up. Even facing the other way, he couldn’t help but using a hand to cover his crotch. Despite this, his mind kept racing.
Imagining his tongue pressed between the small man’s legs. Imagining the small man pressed between his own. Imagining- Ignatius had to stop himself. He needed to keep acting normal if he didn’t want to scare Joseph off for good. But, even imagining the scared face of the tiny man made him feel hot again.
God. This was going to be hard.
