Brandon Twice
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24-Hour Tutor
🕑 Added 2022-12-14 06:20:14 +0000 UTCRene shoved all the dirty laundry on his floor into a green laundry basket, then shoved that into his closet. He raced around the room with his small garbage can in hand, snatching discarded wrappers and to-go containers and cramming them in. He flinched when he heard a knock, but realized it must have been the dorm next door.
He held his bed comforter up to his face and sniffed, cringing at the stale funk. He had even planned on doing laundry that day, but playing Cyberpunk was far more appealing. If only he’d known he was going to be tutoring Rhodes Mason that night! He checked the GetLearn’d app on his phone: the appointment was for 7:00 PM sharp. “Status: client en route!”
His best friend, Bennet, would have lectured Rene on the importance on keeping a room–in Bennet’s words–”Ready for a hottie at a moment’s notice!” Rene had always rolled his eyes. When was a “hottie” going to stop by his place? Well, this was the time!
The pound on his door finally came. Rene glanced around his room–damn, why did he leave a freaking Sobble plushie on top of his desk? Rhodes was going to think he was a weirdo nerd or a creep! No time to fix it now. Another, more urgent banging came, so Rene raced to the door.
Rhodes wasn’t there. Instead, a burly silver-haired man carrying two heavy cases stood there. The brute eyed Rene up and down. “Are you… uh… Reenie Baillargeon?”
Rene sighed. He pronounced the LAST name right, at least. “Uh, Rene,” he corrected. “Is, uh… I thought I was tutoring Rhodes Mason?”
The man shook the case in his right hand. “Can I come in? I’ll show you how this is all going to go.” Confused, Rene opened the door. The man set one case on the floor, the other on Rene’s desk.
“My name’s Hector. So, anyway… here’s where he’s gonna sleep…” the man said, opening the case and removing what looked like a plastic hamster cage. Inside, Rene could see a small doll-sized bed, a miniature toilet, and a tiny kiddie-pool. “Don’t worry about cleaning it up before he comes back. We take care of that.”
Still confused, Rene glanced back at the door. WHERE was Rhodes, and what was this little doll-house setup the man was unveiling?
“He’s in here,” the man said, producing what looked like a thermos. He unscrewed the top. Blue light spilled out from inside. He tilted the cylinder and dumped out what Rene thought, at first, was a tiny naked doll. Then the doll moved.
It was thick, muscular Rhodes. He was four-inches tall, unashamedly naked, on Rene’s desk. It was hard to process that what Rene was seeing was real. Both Hector and the miniaturized lineman on Rene’s desk acted like this was as common as a pizza delivery!
“In that bag,” Hector said, “is his schoolwork. It’s just a tablet he can use at this size, got all his stuff on it. He’s got a paper due Monday morning, and he’s gotta have that done before he comes back. What’s the policy? ‘You don’t get paid unless he gets the grade?’ So keep this little shit on task.”
Little Rhodes started stretching his beefy limbs, scoffing at the way Hector referred to him. He dropped down into a groin stretch, his big dick (relatively, as it was probably about the size of a grain of rice now) swinging gently as he pivoted his hips.
“Also, there’s some gym equipment in that bag. He’s got workouts scheduled on the tablet, so make sure he does that too.” Hector turned his attention toward Rhodes, threatening him with a stern finger an inch away from his little head. “And, you little fucking bug, you better fucking work your ass off. If you don’t make some serious strength increases coach is cutting you, got it?”
“Got it,” Rhodes replied. It was a soft voice, high-pitched like he’d huffed helium. Rene realized he wouldn’t be able to hear the little man from more than a few feet away.
“He’s got food in there, too,” Hector said as he headed toward the door. “He’s got to eat only his packaged meals at specific times. He’s been chowing on Chinese food and it’s making him pudgy and slow. Got it?”
Rhodes had set aside the shock that a human being had been shrunk, and that the practice (at least in the athletic department) seemed commonplace. He was more concerned about the requirements being put on him. “Uh, I’m here to just… tutor him. It doesn’t sound like I’m tutoring him at all. This seems more like dogsitting!”
Hector chuckled. “This little fucker is no dog, though. Think of it more like ‘rat-sitting’ and you’ve got it.”
“But that’s not what I signed up for!” Rene protested.
Hector shrugged. “Athletic department made the call. If I were you, I wouldn’t fuck around. They turned a 300 pound lineman into THAT,” he said, poking Rhodes’ beefy chest with a fat finger.
The little athlete was knocked onto his big butt, letting out a squeaky, “OOF.”
“I… I…”
The door was open and Hector was going through it. “Any problems,” Hector shouted back, “just forget he’s a person. Treat him like a disobedient pet. Good luck!”
The door slammed, and Rene was alone with 5% of a division 1 athlete. He stared down at the little man, leaning in. Neither of them spoke for a moment.
Rhodes broke the silence. “Makes me feel weird that you’re staring at me while I’m buck-ass naked like this.” Despite his nudity, he stood with his broad shoulders thrown back, hands on his wide hips, big dick completely exposed. He didn’t even put a hand down to cover.
“Oh, god, jeez,” Rene said, backing away. “I’m… sorry. Do you have clothes?”
Rhodes shrugged. He scratched a thick pec, staring around the room. “They don’t gimme any. You got any dolls?”
Rene froze. Of course he had action-figures, but he’d shoved them in a drawer. He paused, trying to figure a way around revealing that he was both a nerd and a collector. Even at 4 inches tall, Rhodes was somehow intimidating as FUCK! How was he so confident when Rene could have squashed him with one hand at any moment?
“My, uh… roommate has this, like, barbarian toy wearing a fur…” Rene began as he opened the drawer, pretending to have to search.
“Don’t fucking lie. Only one bed. You don’t have a roommate.”
Rene sighed. He pulled the figure–a burly, bearded man with a roughly-hewn club in one hand, and set it on the desk. It towered over Rhodes, two full inches taller, making the powerfully built football player look even tinier in comparison. “I, uh… so, I was embarrassed to admit, but… I actually, do, uh… collect and paint fantasy action fig–”
“I don’t care,” Rhodes said as he walked around the figure. He tugged on the fur slung around the barbarian’s shoulder. “I’ll take this,” he said, stepping back. Rene let go of the action figure to remove the garment. It toppled forward. In a panic, the bulky lineman darted out of the way as it crashed down where he had been standing.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” Rene shouted, humiliated. Even tiny, Rhodes was still making him sweat!
“Jesus, don’t shout!” Rhodes said, hands pressed over his ears. “I’m fucking small, your voice HURTS!”
Rene took a breath, apologized quietly, then handed over the fur. It was too long to wear around his waist, tangling up around his little feet. He slung it over his shoulder like a toga. What only hung down to mid-thigh on the barbarian figure went all the way to Rhodes’ ankles, but he seemed comfortable. Plus, it covered his private spots, and probably kept him a little warm. He strutted around in it for a bit, finally nodding. Rene had to agree: the fur worked on the little guy! He looked like he could wrestle mice or cockroaches.
“Don’t tell them you gave me clothes, got it?” Rhodes said. “Part of the deal. They want me naked. Think it makes me humble or something. LIke being little isn’t enough.”
Rene paused. “Well, uh… what’s next?”
Rhodes looked around. “I got homework to do. You don’t have to babysit me though. Just set up my tablet. I can do it on my own.”
Rene fished the tablet out of the other bag, setting it up. As he swiped his fingers across the screen, a schedule popped up. “GYM WORKOUT: WEIGHTS/CARDIO” flashed on the screen.
“Uh, it says you gotta workout…” Rene said sheepishly.
Rhodes clapped his hands against his pecs, then flexed his huge arms. “What do you think? Does it LOOK like I gotta workout?”
“Uh, no, not at all,” Rene said, blushing, “but… I’m sorry, it’s just my job to keep you on schedule is all.”
“Throw your hand on the desk,” Rhodes said, stomping a foot. “Right next to me.”
Rene hesitated, then finally put his hand, palm down, next to Rhodes. The little lineman grabbed Rene’s pinky and grunted (a soft chirp) before hoisting it up. When it was at chest level, he squatted down again, got his shoulder under it, then pressed it up even higher. His thick legs flexed and bulged as he walked forward, crawling under Rene’s hand as he pressed it overhead. Even at his size, Rhodes was still amazingly strong!
“You think… I need to workout… now?” Rhodes said as he squatted down, pressed Rene’s whole hand back up, then squatted down again.
Rene had barely thought of the idea when it just happened: he pressed down gently, just a mild nudge, and Rhodes’ legs buckled as the palm came crashing down on him. He could hear Rhodes shouting from beneath his palm as the muscular little man struggled. His muscles felt like plump pimples against Rene’s hand.
That warm feeling of the wriggling little man beneath his hand made him hesitate just a bit too long. Rene finally jerked his hand back. Rhodes was red-faced and furious as he leapt to his feet finally, enraged.
“You fucking asshole!” he shouted.
“They told me you have to do your workout!” Rene blurted out. Something about the furious little man was funny to him, although he knew he shouldn’t let out the laugh he was struggling to suppress.
In the same bag as the tablet, Rene found a doll-sized weight-bench, plus some nuts and bolts. “I guess these are your weights?” he said as he started arranging them on the table.
“I’m not fucking working out,” Rhodes said, “Especially after you tried to squish me like that.”
“You have to!” Rene said. “I don’t get paid if you don’t do what you’re supposed to!”
Rhodes folded his beefy arms and turned away.
“PLEASE!” Rene said. The tablet kept flashing the order. Would they know if they let him skip his workout? Did they have some way of tracking him? He didn’t want to find out.
He grabbed Rhodes and lifted him off the desk.
“Fucking put me down!” Rhodes shouted, struggling. He yelped as Rene lifted him higher.
“Do your workout,” he ordered. He gave the little man a shake.
Rhodes gazed down at the long fall beneath him, his eyes wide with real fear.
“I don’t want to hurt you!” Rene said with another shake. “Just do what you’re supposed to!”
“You can’t fucking hurt me! I’m a fucking star athlete! You fuck with me, you’re dead!” Rhodes said, starting to beat against Rene’s hand despite the threat of being dropped to the carpet.
Rene’s phone lit up. There was a message from the app. With Rhodes still wriggling in his fingers, he tapped his phone and read the message. It was from Hector.
“My boss reminded me that I was supposed to tell you that we have a zero tolerance policy with insubordinate athletes. That means if our guy acts up, you can employ any non-violent measures to get him back in line. Good luck!”
Rene paused. He noticed a travel coffee mug on his microwave. An idea came to him.
“Y’wanna know something, Rhodes?” Rene said as he took a step toward it. “Back when I was a freshman here, I had a poli sci class with a few guys on the football team. I guess you must have known them, right? You were a freshman back then too.”
Little Rhodes had begun to beat on Rene’s fingers. Rene smirked at each ineffectual little punch.
“Anyway, I used to marvel at these guys… Big huge men, so big they filled up the doorway. Muscles like I’d ever seen! They smelled, too… not bad, exactly. They just had this masculine smell. Filled up the room. And I was in awe of them… so intimidated! And then, one day… you know what they did, Rhodes?” The tiny man in his hand didn’t seem to be listening, so he gave him a shake.
His finger tapped the OPEN DOOR button on the microwave. He held his little captive up, then extended his hand into it.
“WHAT? YOU’RE FUCKING CRAZY! NO FUCKING WAY!” Rhodes squeaked. Rene laughed.
“Just fucking with you,” he said, removing the spastic athlete and closing the microwave again. He grabbed the coffee mug and dropped Rhodes inside. There was still coffee inside, up to Rhodes’ ankles.
“Well, I used to have a gay pride pin on my backpack back then,” Rene said as he set the mug on the floor, stooping down to gaze in. “And those teammates of yours–god, I really wish I could remember their names–well, one day they noticed the pin and couldn’t stop kicking my seat, calling me a fag. One of them even spit in my hair, all of them laughing the whole time. And I guess it pissed them off that I didn’t react, because guess what they did after class?”
Rene pulled down his pants. He felt a moment of shame, disrobing in front of a football jock, despite the fact that his flaccid dick was the same size as the man he was momentarily intimidated by.
He could hear Rhodes making noise, beating on the sides of the mug, but he ignored them. He squatted down until his ass was over the coffee mug. “They found me outside of class, held me down…” He pressed his cheeks down. “...and took turns farting on me.”
He let loose with a rumbling fart, immediately standing up to see the effects on his miniature charge. Rhodes was wildly fanning the air, choking and coughing.
“Are you going to do what I asked you to do?” Rene asked.
Rhodes took a moment to catch his breath before looking defiantly up, both middle fingers held out.
“Okay, let’s try that again,” he said, sitting down. Another fart, this one deep and rumbling. Then came out a few squeakers. “Oh good god, I had like two burritos for lunch, too. With sour cream! And y’know, I’m lactose intolerant.” He farted again and again, then stood up, grabbed the mug, and slammed the lid down on it.
“We’ll at least give you an air hole,” he said, turning the lid to open the sippy hole. “But let’s leave you in that cup for five minutes. Then we’ll see if you’re going to be more cooperative.” He set the mug on his desk, then turned around, switched off the light, and walked out of the room.
