Shrink Files Issue 6: Power Play (A Gay Shrinking Story)
We're excited to announce the release of the 6th issue of Shrink Files, featuring the story Power Play! A top-quality gay shrinking story.
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A power play tale of mighty (and teensy) proportions with a solid story background and lots of graphic content.
A prisoner who is shrunken down to six inches tall is taken home and held captive by a guard. Using his ability to read people and his muscled physique to manipulate the guard's emotions, the prisoner hopes to regain some control over his newfound situation. But will his plan work out or will the giant guard wrestle back control?
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Here's a teaser...
The guard finished pulling on the second blue latex glove and turned to see the prisoner ducking as he entered the room. Despite his best efforts, he was unable to mask his shock at the sheer size of the man who entered the room.
As the prisoner strode nonchalantly into the room, hands cuffed in front of him, he stood up to his full height and pushed back his broad, powerful shoulders. He had to be close to 7 feet tall and his shoulders weren't the only powerful thing about him: he had the physique of a professional bodybuilder, with his massive tattooed muscles demanding attention.
He stood there, wearing only a pair of white briefs, an expression of mild amusement mixed with stubborn defiance etched on his rugged, handsome face. He glanced down at the guard, who suddenly felt small and much less in charge than he had felt moments earlier. He worked out regularly and was 5'11 but he felt like a small child standing there in the frisking room of the state prison.
"You gunna stand there slack-jawed all day or we gunna get to the part where you slip your pussy ass finger up in my hole, check for contraband, pretend you ain't enjoyed it and send me on my way with my government-sponsored garb?"
The guard blinked hard twice. "Huh?" He wasn't the sharpest shank in the cake and he certainly wasn't used to prisoners speaking to him like that.
The mammoth prisoner chuckled; a deep, throaty laugh that came from his diaphragm. His giant shoulders and traps rose and fell as he laughed. "Just do your thing, screw."
The guard shook his head and decided not to rise to the provocation. "Open your mouth," he ordered, taking a pen flashlight from his belt. But he realised that he was too short to see into the muscle man's mouth without his assistance. "Bend down."
"That what you say to all the big boys?" Another hearty laugh.
The guard was not amused and was beginning to feel uncomfortable. He glanced over at Simon, the guard standing watch at the other side of the open door. He was facing away, but he knew from experience that he'd be able to hear their conversation clearly.
The guard shone the light inside the giant's mouth, examining it thoroughly for any secreted items. He found none.
He shone the light over the rest of the powerful man's body, illuminating his big, firm arms and meaty pecs, which bounced in response to examination and the guard could feel himself blushing like a teenage girl with a crush.
"Lower your underwear and bend over and grab your ankles," he said.
"Kinky," came the reply from the bigger man. The guard wondered how cocky he'd be after the process was complete and he was ready for entry into the facility. In five years, he'd seen his fair share of arrogant criminals come through, each pretending to not be bothered by what faced them, and each having their egos dramatically reduced by the time he'd finished with them, whether they would have admitted it or not. It was in their eyes; that look of vulnerability that a man felt when he knew he was no longer in control of his own fate; when he was no longer capable of providing for himself or fending for himself. Taking those things away from a man tapped into something primal and raw and it could always be seen in the eyes.
The guard inserted his index finger into the prisoner's rectum and felt around. The prisoner winced a little as his lubed finger entered his hole; they almost always did. And the ones that didn't generally turned out to be those with prior experience.
"All clear," announced the guard, removing the gloves and throwing them into a clinical waste disposal unit. The prisoner turned around to face the guard, a defiant smirk etched on his handsome face.
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