[M4M] Jack 'n' the Giant (**WIP**)

Fee, fie, foe, fum.
I smell the cum of an Englishman.
Be he hard or be he soft,
I’ll fuck his face till I get off!

Now where could you be hiding…?
Are you…Under the table? No…Behind this chair? Hrrmm…
Where are you little Englishman? Come out, come out, wherever you are! [sinister chuckle]
Gotcha!
Grr…
Hrmm…not in the chest…Or the bed stand…
Maybe thE—Aha!...I’ve been looking for this sock.
Hrmm…
I know you’re in here, human. I can smell the fear in your breath and, more importantly, the precum welling at your tip. Show yourself now, and I promise I’ll rape you HARDER! [cackle]
Think about it, human. Think how your cock throbs with every one of my footsteps. The more you leak, the easier it is…To find you!
Hrmm…
Oh? What’s this? My golden harp. I wonder then, what’s under…here!
ARGh! If not the bed or the covers, then where?! Where, where, WHERE are you, you stupid fucking faggot?! ARGh!
When I find you, you’re going to WISH you had hidden…better than the hamper. [laugh]
Did you really think I didn’t know? I only kept playing because I know how your cock dribbles at the thrill. Delicious.
How else do you think you found my cum rag so easily at the top of the laundry pile? [smirk] Did you like it? I left a fresh load on it for you. You can even wear it, with you so small. [chortle]
Tell you what. Why don’t you keep the rag? I’ve got a new one right here anyway, and he can live on cock and cum all day, can’t you?
Now let’s get rid of these clothes and—Stop. Struggling. Try that again, and if these hands don’t crush you, the fall from up here will. Now let’s peel THIS off. And THIS. And of course…THIS.
There’s that cock. Hard and leaking, just like I said it was. And so springy too. What if I just…[clatter your teeth three times, louder each time]
[lick and suck his cock for precum] Mmm… [laugh]
[deep breath]
Spread those legs. I’m gonna eat you out—cock, balls, and ass.
[wet, slurpy noises. moan and pause throughout accordingly.]
Yeah, you like that don’t you…
My warm tongue just slathering all over your crotch…and that ass…
Ohh…do you feel how the tip of my tongue just glides wedged between those cheeks…The taste buds are for your pleasure [chuckle]…
Yeah, tug on my beard. Don’t want to have an accident, do we? But don’t forget—your nuts are at my teeth…
[deep breath]
Can you smell yourself on my breath, Englishman? [gently blow at him]
But you don’t care about that, do you? No, what you’re really wondering—what you’ve been DYING to know this entire time—is
How
Big
Is a Giant’s
Cock?
[chuckle] Look at you lick your lips. Of course. Your body craves nothing more than cock, and only a giant’s will do.
You want to see it so bad? Then amuse me. Put on a show and touch yourself to me. I want to see in your eyes how much in lust you are for a man so large he can feed you with his cum alone.
Oh you like these arms? [flex] Fucking massive, huh? Keep tugging that dick, and maybe later I’ll let you grind on them.
Oh yeah, play with that hole…Keep looking at me. Fuck, yeah. You really wanna see this cock, don’t you? Yeah?


Oh fuck I love that beg. Fuck, fuck…FUCK take this cock!
[lusty moans as you smother him into your cock]
Fucking smother you into it, OHh…
Is it big enough for you? Yeah, you like it when I grind your body against the length of this giant cock.
Oh fuck…Hug that shaft with your arms…
Thick and meaty, isn’t it?
Feel how warm it is on your cheek when I smash that face into my cock. OHh…
Fuck yes…



Careful, or I’ll take that open mouth as an invitation.


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[laugh] Of course. But did you ever consider…if I had TWO cocks? What makes you think we’re built the same, puny human, when my arm alone is as thick as a bull?
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Didn’t you wonder why that cum rag was so easily at the top of the pile?

Why else do you think I left that cum rag sitting at the very top of the pile?



Here? No…
Hmm…Not under the covers…or under the bed…Not in my study either…
Where haven’t I—Ohh. [sinister] I see…
You know, if you’re hiding in my bookshelf, I’m afraid I’m not much of a reader.
One book…
Two book…
Three book...
Four—Aha! Found you!

Now where could you be hiding…?
Are you…Under the table? No…Behind this chest?
Hmmm…
Aha!…Grr…
Where are you little Englishman? Come out, come out, wherever you are! [sinister chuckle]
Here? No…
Hmm…Not under the covers…or under the bed…Not in my study either…
Where haven’t I—Ohh. [sinister] I see…
You know, if you’re hiding in my bookshelf, I’m afraid I’m not much of a reader.
One book…
Two book…
Three book...
Four—Aha! Found you!