Big Spoon

Devin's face was warm under the chest of his master.

For a moment after he woke up every morning, while his eyes were still closed and his sense of place was blurry from dreaming, Devin experienced the thrill of having no idea how big his body was. Sometimes it was a pleasant thrill, especially when his balls were full and the unpredictability, the powerlessness was arousing. Sometimes it made him feel overwhelmingly vulnerable. Would he open his eyes to the warm crux of a love-bitten neck? Or would he see the head of a penis sitting on his belly, big and heavy as a church bell?

A nipple pressed against his lips. He opened his mouth and the nipple pushed inside. At least he was big enough to suck on it, he thought.

Now Devin was fully awake. Hair and flesh – lots of it – blanketed him while the wrist beneath him dug into his back. He was being crushed by the sleeping giant who owned him but he didn't mind. He had accepted his new life long ago and now he loved to be held, even when the life was nearly being squeezed out of him.