Shrunken boyfriend (IV)

Before preparing everything to go to bed, Lawrie asked Chuck to wait a few minutes while he changed his clothes. Naturally, Chuck was very well used to see his boyfriend naked, as they had sex practically every day -several times a day during weekends-, they took showers together, they spent many summer nights sleeping in the nude side by side, and so on. However, the view of Lawrie's huge nudity, from such unusually low perspective, was overwhelming.  The smooth, mildly muscled, well toned gigantic body, softly moving in those immensely ample gestures, was like an intoxicating dream. Or was it a kind of frightening nightmare? Only the renewed realization of his pitiful state prevented Chuck from getting a hard-on at that view, in spite of the eager arousal burning inside him. 

Following the doctor's instructions, Lawrie brought from the cellar a fish-tank where his father used to breed goldfish several years ago. The fish-tank -which he put on his nightstand- seemed to have the appropriate size for Chuck to sleep inside, and had a handsome glass cover which would help to keep a comfortable temperature. Lawrie folded and arranged a few pieces of cloth improvising a mattress and a pillow. He also added a coffee cup, in case Chuck needed to piss during the night. He then kissed his boyfriend in the chest, put him in the fish-tank, and closed the lid. The view of Chuck inside that glass box, as if he were some kind of exotic pet in exhibition, gave Lawrie a mixed sensation of loving compassion and sensual power. He did his best to conceal his feelings with a little smile, as he wished good night.

(to be continued)