Caged!
(story synopsis - work-in-progress)
(contains male-male sexual content, shrinking, non-consenting situations)
by Bambino Rojo

The following is a work-in-progress.
This is a synopsis, not the final story.

ADULT CONTENT!
EXTREME SEXUAL SITUATIONS!
NO MINORS BEYOND THIS POINT!

If you are offended by sexual content, male-male sexual interaction including some forced (fictional) situations, then do not continue reading!  Please leave now.  If you continue it is assumed you are doing so because it is legal for you to do so where you live and that you are not offended by such material.

This is a work in progress and will be revised until finished.  Check back for changes if you wish.  My intention is to create the final story with the illustrations inline with the text at the appropriate passages.

The story, at appropriate points, now has LINKS TO THE MATCHING PHOTOS.  Click on them to see the illustration that goes with the action being described.

High School Gym Coach Fred Klein loved his jocks, but was never fond of those damn pansy geeks who didn't even want to be in gym class in the first place and always made things difficult for him.

One kid in particular, Brian Mowskovitz (often called "Mouse" because of his last name and overall physical size, a nickname he despised) was regarded by Coach Klein as a mousey little Braniac and Coach was always giving him a hard time. Everyone disliked him and the fact this kid, an underdeveloped 18 year old high school senior, had apparently made a lot of money through some kind of chemistry patent and now had his own place, just made everyone hate him more. He may be smart in some ways, the Coach would've admitted if asked, but the boy had no social skills at all and was so physically pathetic he could barely manage one full lap around the track, a mere 1/4 mile. He was, as far as Klein was concerned, a complete wimp.

To make matters worse, Mouse was always trying to skip the required shower at the end of gym class, forcing Coach to repeatedly give him detention. The Coach didn't enjoy the detention anymore than the kid did and every time he had him after school he would tell the boy to spend his time thinking about what he'd done to deserve being there.

In truth, Coach knew exactly why the kid wanted to skip his showers. The poor boy was a "mouse" in the genital department and the other boys, especially the jocks on the football team, always made fun of him. Coach would tell them to knock it off, but privately the Coach conceded to Tyler, his star quarterback (and often the lead instigator in the taunting of "mouse") that if you looked up the word "tiny" in a dictionary you'd probably find a picture of Mowskovitz 's dick.

But all this misery would soon be in the past for Coach Klein. Summer was here at last, the final day of school, and Brian would be graduating. For his part Klein had extensive summer plans, as everyone knew. He would be leaving the country for a few months, hiking through parts of South America, happily out of touch with the rest of the civilized world. It was the kind of rugged adventure he enjoyed. But before he could leave he still had to get through one final detention with the geek. A detention on the final day of school, no less. He'd swear the kid did it on purpose this time just to make the Coach's last day miserable.

When Brian finally arrived (late!) Coach started to yell at him. The kid said he was working on something in his chemistry class he had to finish, but it's really cool.

"Here," he said, handing the coach a vial as he opened it, "Get a whiff of this!"

Shoved under his nose so quickly the Coach couldn't help but inhale the contents he instantly felt things get weird. It felt like the room was spinning and he had to sit down in his chair. He began yelling at the kid, demanding to know what was in that vial, but the room just kept getting bigger around him.

Suddenly Coach realized his clothing didn’t fit him anymore. His tank top, his shorts, his shoes... everything, was suddenly loose on him, and getting looser by the moment.

It didn't take long for the man to realize what was going on. As he looked up and watched the wicked grin on Brian's face looking down at him from higher and higher he soon grasped that things weren't getting bigger, he was getting smaller.

"What the hell are you tryin' to pull her," the Coach began yelling. "I.. I don't know what you've done to me, but you better stop it right now. You understand me Mowskovitz?"

"Sorry, Coach. Once it's started, there's no stopping it until it's finished."

The Coach, barely three feet tall now, down more than half his original six-feet, two-inches, started to realize the desperate situation he was in. Clearly Mouse wasn’t going to help him. He had to run, to get away from the kid, get help before it was too late. There would be no telling how far this could go.

He jumped down from his chair and ran for the door, but even as he raced for it, he found himself getting tangeled up in his clothing as he grew smaller and smaller. By the time he reached the door he had to shake off his shirt and was hanging on to his shorts just to keep himself from falling out of them. But with his hands there, he found he couldn't even reach the door knob.

Still clutching his pants, he turned back to Mouse, who leered at him with a delighted grin on his face.

"Alright, Mouse, this is your last chance," the Coach shouted, his own voice cracking pathetically into a squeaking sound, "You better let me go right now or you're going to be in so much trouble, I'll personally kick your ass!"

Coach felt a cold chill as the wimp, who now towered over his one-and-a-half foot height, simply threw back his head and laughed.

'Crap,' Coach thought, realizing this was even more serious than he'd thought. If he didn't get out soon, he wasn't going to be in a position to do much of anything!

Knowing he was getting smaller by the moment the Coach finally decided modesty would have to be sacrificed and reluctantly, let go of the shorts which now hung on him more like a giant bag or towel. He let them drop to the floor and turned to leap for the door knob, but he'd waited too long to make his choice.

As much as he tried to jump the knob remained out of reach, and growing more distant with each passing moment.

"Look at you!" Brian said, staring down at the tiny little man. "They sell Action Figures at the toy store that are bigger than you!"

Coach looked at himself. This couldn't be real, but as he stared at his body, his hands, everything, he realized it was true. He couldn't be more than a seven inches tall at this point, and was still shrinking.

"Mouse... er... Brian..." the Coach started to plead, being careful to correct himself in how he addressed the boy now that his situation might depend on it. "This isn't right, you can't do this. Come on, kid, change me back and maybe we can forget about this, okay?" (Not that he had any intention of forgetting about it, but he'd deal with the kid once he got changed back!)

Brian just shook his head as the diminutive little Coach's shrinking finally slowed to a halt. "Sorry, Coach. I don't think you've learned your lesson just yet."

Learned his lesson? Coach didn't like the sound of that.

Brian reached down and Coach pulled away as the boy's giant hand grasp for him.

"Come on now, Coach," Brian said, his voice very insistent, "don't make this difficult."

He quickly wrapped his fingers around the naked little man and lifted him up.

Suddenly the Coach felt himself going high in the air, what seemed to him to be nearly thirty feet, but what he knew must be only a few really, and found himself under the careful scrutiny of the boy.

"Wow, look at you, Coach. You sure look tiny to me. Why don't we find out for sure."

He put the coach on the desk, then held him in place as he opened the fly on his jeans. A wave of panic tore through the Coach. What the hell was the kid planning to do?

Suddenly the boy pulled out his own hard penis. Although the Coach had seen the kid naked many times in making sure he took his showers, he'd never seen the kid with an erection before. While he was sure it wasn't very big, really, perhaps no more than four or five inches, if that (it was hard to estimate from the Coach's current scale) the boy's cock looked massive to him now as the kid brought it closer.

"What do you think you're doing, you little fag!" Coach couldn't believe he said that. Normally he had more control but, he was angry at the boy and wasn't being careful in what he said. He was so used to talking down to him, and now, well, he didn't want to lose his authority, but he was scared and not thinking about his words before he said them.

"Shut up," said Brian curtly, obviously not pleased with his little toys hold over attitude, "let's see how you measure up little man."

The boy laid his roughly four inch penis on the desk beside the coach, and Klein was astounded to see this boy's little pecker was as big as he was!

"Wow, Coach, you're the same size as my dick! I guess that makes it official, you're the very definition of 'tiny' now, aren't you? At least, that's what you've always told Tyler isn't it?"

Coach swallowed hard. The fact Brian knew about the nasty comments he'd made about him to his star player didn't bode well for his situation, Coach realized.

Brian, it seems has been planning his revenge for some time and has every intention of enjoying each moment of all he has planned.

He starts by slipping the coach into his shorts for the ride home. "And don't you even think of trying to do something bad in there or I'll put such a hurt on your when I take you out, you may not survive it. Remember, I've got a lot of size on you now, little man!"

Brian takes the coach home and sentences him to an indefinite "detention" in his mouse cage. He tells the Coach to spend his time "thinking about what he's done to deserve being there," the same thing Coach repeatedly said to him at detentions.

"Now, we need to make sure you get some good exercise in, eh Coach? After all, we wanna make sure you keep all those muscles in good form," he said, rubbing his finger over the naked, but sculpted, muscular little man. "So, you see that little wheel there? I want you to do a few laps on that for me. In fact, I want you to do 15,840 laps, to be exact."

"What?" the Coach snapped back. "Are you trying to kill me?"

"What? You're always boasting about how good a shape you're in, and it's the same as you always made me do!"

"I never made you do fifteen-thousand laps around the track!" the Coach argued.

"No? Well, that wheel is six inches around, so 15,840 is equal to one quarter mile. That's just one lap around the track at school, no big deal, right? That's what you've always told me. So that should be no big deal to a healthy jock like you, right Coach?"

Klein continued to refuse, even when Brian promised to let him out once he's done his laps. The kid rigged a little counter up to the wheel which will tell him when the Coach has done his quarter mile.

Brian leaves the Coach to consider his situation. For a few minutes the Coach just sits on the wheel, a naked little prisoner reduced to mouse size proportions. He isn't sure what he's going to do, but finally, he decides he's got no choice but to do what he's told.

Coach reluctantly gets on the wheel and starts to run. It takes many hours, running like crazy, as the Coach works out like a human mouse in the wheel of his cage. Brian checks in on him from time to time, pleased to see his little pet finally cooperating, and promising to return once he's done his quarter mile.

The Coach does it, completing the extensive run. Hot, sweaty and still embarrassed about his situation, he moves to the bars of his cage and calls for Brian to come and let him out. When the boy shows up he begins to tease the Coach about how tiny his dick looks. Embarrassed the Coach puts his hands over his groin, not wanting to give the little "fag" (as the Coach thinks of him) anything to enjoy looking at. Brian teases him about his shyness. "What's the matter, ashamed that someone might see how small your dick is? You never worried about making ME parade myself naked in front of all those other boys."

"That was different," the Coach shouts back. "Those boys weren't... they didn't care about.... well.... they were straight!"

Coach immediately realizes he's said the wrong thing.

"Look," Klein continued, trying to recover from his faux pas, "You promised you'd let me out once I did the laps."

It's clear Brian is very angry. "That's right, I did and I'm going to be true to my word."

Brian opens the cage and reaches in for the sweaty little man. "So come on Coach, time for your shower."

"WHAT!"

The Coach protests, struggling in Brian's giant grasp, but Brian doesn't care.

Despite the tiny man's protests he takes the Coach from the cage (as he promised) but instead of restoring him, as the Coach expected, he puts him into a Mason jar as if he were a bug and carries him to the bathroom.  He starts the water in the sink, then takes the coach out and puts him under the faucet. The coach tries to escape the deluge but Brian grabs him, keeps him there, "Come on, don't tell me you're gonna skip taking your shower, Coach? What's the matter, embarrassed about a bigger boy seeing your naked little thing?"

Once he's washed the Coach he locks him back in the cage for the night, making him bed down like a mouse in the wood chips.

"I'm sure you're lonely, but don't worry, you won't be alone for long!" Brian tells him.

As Brian leaves the Coach is left wondering if this is how he's going to spend the rest of his life and just what, exactly, Brian is planning to do next.

The next day Brian binds the coach and gags him with a tiny piece of cellophane tape over his mouth, then places him in the glove box of his car, along with a remotely controllable spray bottle of his shrink solution. He drives to the Coach's house where he knows Tyler, the lead star of the football team, is expecting to meet him. He lures the jock to the car by saying the coach wanted him to see something. Then, with the handsome, muscular teen in the passenger seat, he opens the glove box to show him what's inside.

Tyler can't believe his eyes. Inside is his Coach, his mentor, his father figure, reduced, bound, mouth taped, in the glove box!

As the Coach struggles in vein to warn his protégé Tyler leans in for a closer look in utter shock, unable to believe his eyes, wondering if this is real or some illusion.

That's when Brian hits the button and suddenly Tyler is sprayed in the face with the same shrinking solution he used on his Coach!

Now Coach Klein watches helplessly as his star player shrinks down before his eyes until his bulging athlete, a 19 year old bound for college on a football scholarship, is reduced to a tiny little man slightly smaller than himself. (As in life before they were both shrunk, coach is just a bit bigger.)

Brian picks the naked little jock out of the pile of his own, oversized clothes and puts him in the glove box for the ride home.  There, Brian puts the two naked doll-men, his former tormenters, into the mouse cage together. They both knew Brian had a reputation for being a brilliant chemistry student, but they had no idea he had such potions.

"I know it's impressive, but the shrink spray isn't his only solution I've developed, as you're both going to find out."

Now that he's got the coach and his star quarterback naked in his mouse cage he plans to get them females to breed with, like you would any pets. He's looking forward to watching them mate.

Of course, coach is furious. "There is no way I'm gonna fuck a woman with you watching, you perverted little fag," he shouts, enraged.

"Yeah," Tyler chimes in, "We're not doing anything for your faggy entertainment. Forget it!"

Of course, Brain anticipated that and says he has something to fix it.

He knows they're both straight, of course, but he has a spray that is a super-sex drive inducer. Once exposed they won't be able to help themselves, they'll be so horny, it doesn't matter who they're with -- they'll fuck.

Of course, both men feel there's nothing anyone could do to make them behave in such a way, so Brian promptly demonstrates by spraying the mist on them both.

Within moments both men start to feel the effects, as is clearly visibly by their sudden, raging hardons. They start feeling very hot and VERY horny. Soon, despite their best efforts at self control, the desire for sexual contact and release is so intense that even these two straight jocks can't help themselves.

The two little men start to mess around with each other sexually. At first they just try jerking off, but find they can't help touching one another.  The contact quickly extends to mutual masturbation, but even that isn't enough to satisfy them.  Before they know it the two "straight guys" are hugging, petting and kissing passionately, unable to resist their sexual desires which continue to grow stronger each moment.

Brian watches with glee, undressing until he's naked as well, enjoying the show the little men are putting on for him. He begins jerking off at the sight of the little football star and his coach getting it on with each other.

Although the two reduced men are aware he's watching them, and humiliated knowing their giant captor is getting off on the obscene spectacle they're providing, they can't help themselves or prevent their feelings from taking control of their actions. The two men's lustful desires just keep getting more and more intense and soon they find themselves in a 69 position, frantically sucking one another's hard dicks. But even that isn't enough. As alpha males both continue struggling to dominate the other and "top." Coach, being bigger, stronger, superior in all ways, soon forces his star player down on all fours in a submissive position and begins to hump his little jock's ass doggy style.

With the Coach topping him the humiliated football star at first begs him to stop, but soon he finds the feeling so good, so intense, so sexually pleasurable, that this once straight, star athlete, can only play with his own little member for the pleasure of release and beg for more of what the Coach is doing to him.

Brian watches, getting so hot, that when he shoots his load he stands up and lets it fly into the cage, soaking the two little men as they "mate" with one another.

Even slippery with the giant's cum the two athletes screw around in every conceivable position and finally end up fucking until they pass out from sheer physical exhaustion. They fall asleep, entangled together, with the coach's cock buried in Tyler's athletic ass.

That's the position they find themselves in when they awake the next morning. With their heads now clear they are shocked and appalled by what they did but truly convinced that Brian has the ability to make them behave in any way he wants and that they are totally powerless to prevent him from doing it.

Brian jokes about how much he loved watching their little 69 last night

He takes them out, gives them both a bath in the sink, washing them like little pets. He puts them in a coffee cup to be their little "hot tub," and takes each out, pushing them face down on the counter and using a little toothbrush to scrub the dried cum off them. He pauses to use the little gum massager end to sexually tease Tyler, tickling the jock's backdoor with it and saying how much he looked like he enjoyed being the coach's little bitch last night.

Although the jock denies enjoying it and begs Brian to stop stimulating him with the gum massager, when Brian rolls the naked little football star over it's clear from his hardon that he was getting some pleasure out of the stimulation as well as the memory of what he'd done.

Brian puts some shampoo on the little guys groin area and commences to "wash" his little genitals, as the Coach watches. He continues massaging the little athlete's hard nub with his giant, soapy slick finger until, unable to help himself, Tyler cums again, much to his own embarrassment but very much to Brian's amusement.

Soon he has both his little pets all clean and puts them back in their cage.

Now it's well known to Brian that the star athlete is romantically involved with Birttany, the lead cheerleader, but Brian has also noticed that the Coach watches her lustfully as well.

So, he has a surprise for them. Since he'll need a female to mate them to, and both males seem to find her attractive, he plans to shrink Brittany next.

In fact, he does exactly that, returning a short time after he's left with his new prize. Soon the bosomy, naked little teenybopper is thrown in with the men. Before they can explain to her what's going on Brian mists them all with his sex spray. Suddenly, there is no stopping the lust as the little animals go wild in their cage and begin copulating.

Brittany goes nuts. Coach, not wanting to be involved sexually with a male again, pushes Tyler aside and takes the girlfriend from his star athlete and begins to have intercourse with her himself. But his star-athlete is so horny, so eager to fuck, he gets behind the coach and starts to fuck HIM as his Coach fucks his girlfriend!

Suddenly Coach has his prime quarterback up his tight-end, but is so intense on his own sexual needs that he can't even bring himself to stop fucking her long enough to make him get out! Coach cums in the girl, but feels no relief, is still incredibly horny, and that's when Brian takes the girl away, leaving them all horny beyond control and with the coach on all fours being fucked by his "boy," but now loving it in spite of himself.

Brittany is put in a separate cage where she watches these two macho straight men who were so hot for her, now fucking each other. This is, of course, humiliating for them both, but they can't help themselves. With her out of reach they're just so horny for each other, they just want to fuck and be fucked and get off no matter what, no matter with who and regardless of who is watching them. They are Brian's sexual play toys and that's when he brings out the video camera, focuses on it, and records what they're doing.  The males see their own fucking images on the TV set, which is to them larger than the screen of a drive-in movie theater.  In spite of their humiliation, they can't stop doing things sexually.

Brian makes them do other things too. He gets naked and lays on his bed, then puts his little men (and woman) on his body and orders them to get him off or he'll spray them again -- or worse.

Like a little team they spread out, jock boy and girl crawling across his chest on their hands and knees and licking his nipples while the Coach, and sometimes Tyler or the girl, throw their arms and legs around the pillar of cock the boy has (doesn't seem so small to them now!) and sliding his skin up and down.

Sometimes, in his excitement, Brian will cover his cock in lotion, then grab the whole body of whoever is wrapped around his shaft and pump them up and down his rod, sliding them along his dick, their own little genitals scrapping against his flesh, feeling the friction of skin to skin contact as they are used for his masturbatory pleasure and, inevitably, they get off too.

How long does this continues, what happens to them next? Does Brian ever let them go?

That answer to that... lies in the continuation of this tale.

Now, as you look at the pictures, you at least have a story to go with it.

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