Abducted by Todd Acres -- Chapter 2: Talking with the Giants

That night, Todd indeed took me home with him. The three giants left the poor, butt-fucked man lying in the alley, bruised and with his pants down. Zach and Barn discussed finding another a new little to take home with them, but by the time we reached their townhouse, nothing had amounted of their plans. We entered the giant townhouse which had clearly been built for men their size through a giant door. All four of us entered the kitchen, and Todd tossed me down onto a giant chair.

Zach opened the huge refrigerator and took out a liter-sized bottle of beer and cracked it open. He tossed one to Barn and one to Todd.

“Any for the little guy, Todd?” Zach asked.

“Nahh, he probably couldn’t handle that much,” Todd said, snickering. I was indignant. I was actually proud of my ability to hold alcohol.

“Actually...” I started, but Todd pointed a huge finger at me. “Shut the fuck up, bug,” he said, “You’ll talk to me only when I tell you to. And if you don’t, there’ll be consequences, you got that?”