Little Rider Club -- Chapter 17: The Giant Frat Party

Even through the haze of the Paulie smoke, I could see the very giant-friendly party that the frat had set up.

On the floor, there was the typical set up of tables featuring lots of different kinds of alcohol and mixes. There were couches and chairs set up, and in the center of the floor was a small box with four holes in it.

“What’s that?” I asked Chad, pointing at the black box.

“That’s the service box,” Chad explained, “there’s a little locked inside, and there are four holes. Us giants can stick our dicks through the holes, and the little inside has to worship them. If he doesn’t do a good enough job, there’s a button we can push on top to make it really hot inside the box.”

As Chad spoke, a hunky frat guy walked up to the box and pushed his long dick through one of the holes. I saw him close his eyes and begin to sigh and breath heavily. I guess the servicing had begun.