Aden's reception to the house was a blur. Without him noticing, Kane had left his side. Someone had then ushered him into a drawing room and seated him on a sumptuous oxblood leather couch. A glass of red wine had appeared in front of him, which made him realise he was, after his antics in the car, incredibly thirsty. When it was finished, a silent figure replaced it with a fresh one, and added a small glass of water too, which Aden gulped.
To his right, Aden saw the mirror, in which his only real sighting of the house's master had been. Aden's memory of the mirror, as Sir, in his video, had slowly approached it, was that it was small, the man's head having been cut off by its gilded frame. In reality, however, it was gargantuan. It filled an entire wall. He looked at himself in its reflection, feeling tiny on the massive couch.
Of the master of the house, he had since only seen his silhouette at the car door.
The second glass of wine he sipped, legs crossed, enjoying the tightness of the cum-encrusted lingerie, and the reassuring metal of the buttplug. Of the river of cum that Kane had deposited in him, he fancied that he could feel it straining against the silver dam, a thought which had his cock, again, begging for attention. He was half way through the second glass of wine when a small bell rang, announcing something. Aden felt, foolishly, like standing.
If he had stood, he would have fallen back into the seat, as the biggest man he had even seen in his life entered the room.
This was, inevitably, the master of the house. Sir.
Having had to stoop to get through the door, the house's behemoth master straightened to a height that must have been over 7 foot tall. 8 foot, surely? His shoulders were as broad as Aden was tall, and everything else, even under a full suit, seemed to be in exact proportion. He had tightly cropped hair, emphasising a square face, high cheekbones, and dense, black beard, carefully squared off, which gave him a Herculean look. Full lips complemented the full beard, unusually pouty, almost feminine, on such a harshly masculine face.
He approached Aden with the pace of a jaguar: powerful, fluid steps, crossing the room in 3 or 4 giant strides. The actual floor shook from the weight of those steps. He must have been over 400lbs. Aden could feel his hole clench down on the hard metal of the butt plug in a mix of lust and fear.
When he was standing before him, Kane emerged from behind, fully naked. Next to his master, he looked tiny, his bodybuilder frame dwarfed by the suited monster next to him.
Aden felt the first drop of precum dribble from his dick.
Kane spoke first: "Aden. Sir, whose invitation you are here on, has quite particular vices, and a limited amount of time to enjoy them. You are here to obey. If you cannot obey, then you will be dressed and driven home, and you will not hear from anyone in this house again. If you do obey, and perform your duty well, you may stay the night, and you may be called upon again. Do you consent?"
Aden, still completely transfixed by the sheer size of the man before him, nodded, eventually adding a dry-throated "yes." The whole time, the behemoth had simply watched him, his arms crossed in front of him.
"Good," Kane prompted, "you may begin to undress Sir then. Slowly, please, taking care of his garments."
Aden found himself standing, propelled forward by the command. He eased out of his coat and, at a nod from Kane, also removed his boots, losing a few inches in height as he did. He approached the suited giant, feeling small and insignificant, comforted, only, by the jiggle of his ass as he got off the seat, and the presence of the butt plug, still tight, which made him feel chosen.
He raised slim hands to Sir's shoulders, who stooped slightly to allow Aden to pull the jacket down. Aden's hand brushed slightly off the coarse, black beard.
The suit material was heavy. It was so big that Aden could have slept in it. Freed from its master, the fabric pooled in his hands, and he quickly half-folded it and placed it on the couch.
Underneath the suit, a pristine white shirt clung like lycra to a body inflated by muscle. Every inch of the giant's torso was marked by the heavy curves of strength: his trap were high peaks, guarding a thickly powerful neck. His shoulders roared outwards, bulging with muscle. His pecs were the size of basketballs, no.... larger... and his nipples, visible through the fabric, were thick and erect. The shirt, well tailored as it was, strained at the buttons, trying to hold that chest in. His arms were gorilla-like: thicker than Kane's thighs, bigger than Aden's torso. His biceps were flexed slightly in his cross-armed position, and pressed rudely against the white fabric, forming mountains of muscle that Aden would have begged to feel wrapped around him.
Aden had to reach above his head to unpick the first button. When it was released, the second button popped of its own accord, as did the third, both tired of fighting the weight of the behemoth's heavy, muscle-swollen pecs. Aden's delicate fingers found the fourth, five and sixth button.
Under the fabric, Sir's torso was accentuated by a thick trail of dark hair, which trailed along the bulging lines of muscles, and broadened into light covering on his pecs.
Aden's fingers found the last buttons, and the master of the house obliged him by easing the shirt off his massive shoulders, where it dropped to the ground.
Kane, standing to the side, made a slight coughing sound. Aden rushed to the shirt, picked up and laid it neatly on a side table, though not before burying his face in it, and inhaling the mixture of sweat and cologne deeply.
He scurried back to the waiting master, now topless, statuesque, a sight which stopped Aden in his tracks.
Clothed, Sir was magnificent: a towering, edifice of hirsute, hard-jawed masculinity. His shirt emphasised his physique, its bursting-at-the-seams constraint of heavy, bulging muscle was almost more erotic than simple nudity. Topless, however, he punctured this 'almost'. Unleashed to the world, he dwarfed the room around him, making the couch that had swallowed Aden seem a plaything. He was so tall and broad that the room itself seemed out of proportion, like a hall of mirrors. Every curve of muscle writhed with veins, and even small movements caused swellings and bulges as they flexed and unflexed.
A flash of something disrupted his otherwise expressionless face. Aden took it be impatience, and hurried back to the task at hand.
"Wait," Sir said, shocking Aden more than a single syllable should have.
"Take those off," he added, nodding to Aden's black lace panties.
Aden pulled the flimsy garment down the round of his buttocks, feeling his perky ass bounce up when they were removed. He stepped out of them delicately, feeling behind to make sure the butt plug was still secured.
"Turn around."
Aden did so, feeling the weight of the giant's stare on his ass.
Something was communicated non-verbally between Kane and his Sir, and Aden heard the bodyguard move behind him. Then he felt his hand, which he once thought immensely large, on one cheek, then the other. After a brief squeeze, Kane hefted each fat cheek, then let them drop, standing aside to let his master enjoy the spectacle.
