Wilson Whitmore, Will to his friends (not that he has any), collects insects. He started in butterflies, and they’re still his specialization, but he has long since branched out into dragonflies and large beetles as well: anything colorful and iridescent and impressive when mounted on the wall in a shadow box. He even raises his own mantises, a few of the more exotic, colorful varieties.
On this particular day out in the field with his butterfly net, he finds himself swinging at a flash of color at the edge of his vision before he even processes what it is. When he gathers up the net to look at what he has caught and make sure he hasn’t damaged it, Will’s breath catches in surprise.
In the depths of Will’s butterfly net, struggling to free himself, is a young man, perfectly formed and not quite the size of Will’s hand. It’s difficult to see him clearly through the netting, but it seems as though delicate translucent wings emerge from the youth’s back. They buzz in frustration or perhaps fear, disturbing the netting.
Abandoning any plans for the rest of the afternoon, Will immediately heads home with his precious cargo. His mind is racing, feverish. What is this, exactly, that he has caught? He must find a way to view it more closely.
Will doesn’t have any live specimen jars prepared; he hadn’t been planning to take anything home alive. So he takes the net in its entirety into his workroom and sits down at his specimen worktable.
With gentle, only slightly-trembling hands, Will reaches into the net and firmly grabs his catch.
When he pulls the creature out, there can be no doubt: it is a faerie. Beautiful translucent dragonfly wings protrude from his back just between his shoulder blades, glimmering with a slight iridescence. His skin is the light reddish-brown of hazelnut shells, his hair long and black but with an iridescent sheen that matches his wings.
He is also squirming desperately to escape. Will badly wants to get a better view of him. He looks around for inspiration. His styrofoam specimen board sits in front of him, full of pins to mount the frail and delicate bodies of his insects. But he does not wish to damage this strange creature; certainly not before he’s been able to fully assess it.
There are also a variety of other tools on the desk, including several kinds of tape. Smiling, Will lays the tiny faerie onto his back on the pinboard and uses electrical tape to secure his wrists and ankles in a spread-eagle position. For good measure he presses a pushpin through the tape and into the foam board on either side of each bond as added security.
This leaves the tiny young man splayed out in front of him. He still wriggles and struggles against his bondage, but he is well caught now and offered up for Will’s inspection.
Will takes up a cotton swab from his supplies and uses it to press down on each of the creature’s limbs, inspecting them one millimeter at a time. The faerie is entirely nude, and except for the wings and iridescence on his hair, looks like a tiny human man in every way. His body is smooth and hairless except for a tiny patch of dark hair at his crotch. Will uses the cotton swab to lift the faerie’s tiny penis closer for inspection. The miniature organ is exquisite in its diminutive detail. He finds himself rubbing up the length of it a few times with the cotton swab, pushing it up against the faerie’s stomach.
To his surprise and delight, the faerie writhes and twitches at the contact, his minute penis growing hard against the touch. The creature redoubles his efforts to get free, but he is securely fastened.
Smirking, Will trails the cotton swab up to the faerie’s nipples, rubbing them lightly with the soft strands. The faerie squirms at the contact, his face darkening. With shame? Embarrassment? Lust? He opens his mouth, but if he makes any sounds they are not in a range that Will can hear. He tugs furiously at his bonds, trying to escape.
Will grows hard himself at the sight of the creature’s desperation, so tiny and helpless in the face of Will’s ministrations. He feels a sick sort of pleasure knowing that he could do anything to this creature. Torture it. Pleasure it. End it. Its very life is in his hands.
On the edge of the desk is a bottle of rubbing alcohol that Will sometimes uses to clean specimens. He grabs it up and opens the cap, dunking one end of the cotton swab into the liquid. Returning to his current specimen, he inserts the pointer finger of his free hand underneath the creature’s hips, lifting them up into the air. A little inspection reveals that—yes! As expected, he can see the tiny pucker of the faerie’s anus between his legs.
Will lines up the moistened end of the cotton swab with the creature’s tiny opening and begins to twist it back and forth. He pushes it forward as hard as he dares, twisting and twisting, applying direct pressure, until the creature’s hole begins to part for his instrument. With small, restrained shoves he gradually screws the swab into him, watching as the tool disappears bit by tiny bit into the creature’s body. The creature writhes, whether in pleasure or agony, as the tool is slowly embedded inside him.
When the last of the cotton-fluff has disappeared into the faerie’s rectum, Will begins to push and pull the tool in and out in a thrusting motion. He is practically drooling with excitement, watching the way the tiny opening squeezes the shaft of the swab, accepting each new millimeter by force. The faerie tugs desperately at his bonds, tossing his head back and forth at the strange sensations assaulting him.
Will continues to swab the faerie’s insides for several minutes, until he finally grows bored with it. Frustrated, he yanks the cotton swab out in a single pull, causing the faerie’s entire body to go rigid. He sets the tool aside.
Biting his lip, Will dips his pinky finger into the still-open bottle of rubbing alcohol and proceeds to use that instead. By size ratio, his pinky is as large going into the faerie’s anus as a whole hand and arm would be for a normal human. Perhaps even larger. Will does not care. He pushes the digit into the magnificent tiny creature, working it mercilessly down onto his hand like some kind of obscene finger puppet.
The creature once again goes rigid, mouth wide open. Will wishes he could hear the sounds it makes. Is it groaning? Screaming? In his mind he imagines its pitiful mewling whimpers, its desperate pleas for him to stop as he steadily rams his pinky finger further and further up the faerie’s ass.
He continues in one slow, fluid motion until his entire digit is buried inside the creature up to the last knuckle. What must it feel like, to be so dreadfully impaled on something so thick? He begins to grind his pinky in and out, twisting it around and crooking it as much as he can, terrorizing the poor creature he has skewered. He’s hard as a rock now, delighting in the clear agony that twists the faerie’s facial features.
He continues to fuck the creature on his pinky, ramming it into him over and over, drawing out an entire knuckle before slamming the length of it back into him again. The faerie’s insides are soft as velvet on the pad of his finger. He can’t help but enjoy every spasm, every contortion of the creature as it desperately tries to pull itself off of him. With two fingers from his free hand he grabs either side of the faerie’s hips and grinds them down to meet the pinky every time he thrusts it inside. He can’t help but chuckle to himself at the expression on the creature’s face.
Finally he can control himself no longer. He’s desperately hard. Leaving the faerie impaled on his pinky finger, Will takes his other hand and unzips his fly, pulling his painfully stiff cock out into the open air. It’s nearly as tall as the faerie himself, and wider around.
Will wets his lips with his tongue. He yanks his pinky out of the creature just as harshly as he’d yanked out the cotton swab, and grabs the faerie firmly around the middle. With his other hand he removes the pushpins from the styrofoam board, though he leaves the tape around the faerie’s limbs.
Careful not to give the creature enough leeway to escape, Will brings the faerie down to his penis and smushes him up against the phallus. He uses the free hand not clutching the faerie to separate the creature’s limbs, maneuvering him until his legs and arms are both wrapped around the girth of Will’s cock. Finally, he adheres the exposed ends of the creature’s electric-tape bonds together, twisting them to fasten the faerie’s wrists and ankles in position around his member. Then, using both hands to secure the tiny form and prevent it from escaping, he proceeds to masturbate using the faerie’s body.
The creature’s skin is smooth and soft as he rubs it up and down the length of his penis. Will’s mouth falls open in bliss. He leans back in his chair, reveling in the way the tiny limbs embrace him. The protesting squirms of the creature serve only to improve the sensation, playing up and down across his shaft like the fingers of a lover’s hand. Will laughs out loud. His eyes focus unceasingly on the tiny form as he jacks himself off. He’s not sure whether he’s only imagining how the faerie’s face darkens with sheer humiliation. He can feel the desperate flutter of the creature’s wings against his palm.
There is hand lotion on his desk. Will pauses just long enough to squirt some into his palm one-handed and then proceeds to lube up his shaft, sliding the faerie around it in a circle while he does so in order to get full coverage. The faerie’s body is quickly coated, smeared head to toe in the slimy substance, allowing his torso to easily slide up and down along the length of Will’s cock.
Using two hands once more, Will rubs the faerie endlessly along his cock, thrusting into the tight circle of his limbs, mashing his face down against the bulbous head of his penis at the top of each stroke. The faerie’s jaw is tightly clenched, Will can see from here, probably to avoid getting lubricant in his mouth. Will laughs again, delighted.
Finally, Will feels himself getting close. With a few last pumps, he draws the faerie up to the tip of his shaft, placing the creature’s face right over his urethra and mercilessly shoving it down against the opening just as he begins to come.
The spurts of his jizz nearly drown the creature, quickly coating his face and hair and dripping down his shoulders and back. Will makes sure to come all over the creature, not just its head. As he comes he slides the faerie upward, coating first his face, then his torso, and ending with the creature’s legs splayed open over the tip of his cock, coming against the tight pucker of his ass. By the end of his rather lengthy orgasm, the faerie is coated head to toe in Will’s cum, every inch of him soaked.
Will breathes a sigh of relief and contentment. He holds the faerie tightly, especially now that he’s so slippery, ensuring that the creature can’t escape. Not that it matters that much; the faerie has slumped over his closed fist, defeated, eyes closed. He seems to be panting himself, chest heaving with exertion.
Satisfied, Will stands and searches the room for a plastic specimen container. He knows he has one; he’d recently had a mantis outgrow the small plastic carrying case he’d been keeping it in. Finally, after a minute of looking around, he spots the green slatted lid. With a smile he pulls open the plastic window in the top and plunks the faerie down inside, snapping it shut after him.
He raises the plastic container up to eye level to inspect his newest acquisition. The faerie lies panting, covered in his cum, amidst the leaf litter. Will grins. He’ll have to figure out what this thing eats; he’s definitely going to be keeping this specimen around as long as possible.