Pocket Gays Chapter 9- The Farm

Charlie panicked in the darkness as he felt the warm pulsing of the Giant’s hand around him. He could hear noises… Horrible noises. Screaming, groaning, moaning. He had a horrible feeling in the pit of his stomach that he was in for a horrible, short life here among the Giants.

The Giant’s hand opened, letting the boy tumble onto a cold shelf. Charlie rubbed his eyes and looked up at his giant, whose piercing blue eyes terrified him to the core. “Welcome, Charlie.”

“What is this place?”

“They call this a farm. This is where thousands of little clones of you will be manufactured to be stuffed en mass into the guts of Giants like me.”

“Oh shit… I’m gonna get eaten, aren’t I?”