Chapter 6

“Fortunately for you, You seem to always be boned up.”

I bite my lower lip and nod. I’m so hard that my whole body thrums. I wish all the world could see my raging hardon. It’s dying to show off its shortcomings. It needs to be laughed at. It wants to be compared, judged and humiliated. It’s stands proud in inadequacy.

Brown Eyes is coming through for me big time and he’s not done yet, “It’s weak, like you. Pathetic. I’ve never seen smaller.”

I hope not, “Yes sir. I am so weak. An imitation man.” I want him to degrade me more. A lot more. I encourage him, “Sir? Sometimes my clothes still come from the boys department.”

He smiles, “Of course they do. Because your attempt at puberty failed. You’ve been cursed with a micro-penis. It’s like a disability or something. What is God punishing you for? You know, there’s an operation for that.”

Oh, fuck! I quiver and gasp and spurt again. My face is flushed and sweaty. My breathing is ragged. He did it. He really did it. He made me cum with just words. No contact. And even less cum than before. How is there even anything left? Aren’t I empty by now?

He grins down at his accomplishment. Drips and dribbles of cum clinging onto a short lead pipe. “I guess you’re right back to a million on the sensitivity scale.”

“A billion, sir,” I say.

“You’re welcome,” he says smugly. “I know you love it and you know you want it. Any time you crave more humiliation, I’m the man.”

Someone needs to be the man. It certainly isn’t me.

“Wherever you are, wherever you go, you are the smallest, most ridiculous excuse for a real man. Even in a room full of kindergarteners.”

Oh! More magic words. My inadequate penis hums and quivers as spittle oozes the short journey down its length.

“So easy,” Brown Eyes shakes his head. “Look ma, no hands.” He laughs at his own joke. “Don’t worry. I’ll tell everyone I meet that the cute, pathetic security guard we all see around campus is a useless disgrace. I’ll tell them that your erect cock is shorter than my thumb and skinnier than my pinky finger. I’ll tell them all to ask for Mall Cop Tom, shove you in a dark corner, yank down your pants and have a side by side comparison. They’ll tell their friends and soon all two thousand kids will know. Everyone will point and giggle and whisper every day.”

And I’ll have a permanent erection.

“You like being my little pussy boy, don’t you?”

I say, “Yes, I do. Tell everyone that too. Put an ad in the school paper. Hire a skywriter. Say that I’m a weak and pathetic little man. Make them report an incident requiring security and when I get there, have them lock me in their dorm room all night. Degrading me verbally. Violating me physically. Making me their play thing. Please! I want to be trampled. I want to be bound, tickled and milked. With an audience.”

“I will. And I’ll tell them that I made you cum with just words.”

It’s true. It’s running on fumes and desperately needs a nap, but every word is true.

He snags my earlier discarded underwear lying on the mat. They’re damp from tonight’s precum and crusty from the dried precum of the four nights before. He uses them to wipe up the pathetically small sticky mess I made on the mat, puts them in his gym bag and winks at me.

“A souvenir. Perhaps we’ll meet again.” He finally leaves.

I track down my strewn about clothes and start with my socks, buying some time for my embattled cock to shrink back down. Pants without underwear feels bad. I slip into my shoes and pull on my sweatshirt. I turn off the lights and step outside, locking the door behind me.

It’s 5:30am and my shift ends in thirty minutes. I’ve done a shit job of making my rounds tonight, but the campus feels asleep and I don’t think anyone missed me. More evidence that I’m useless. I feel alive with electricity. This was the night of my life. My fantasies came true. Could it ever happen again? Could lightning possibly strike twice? Even the tickle torture was thrilling. I wouldn’t trade a minute of it.

As I follow the path toward the dorms, two hands grab my shoulders. I’m about to break out the defense moves that Grey Eyes taught me earlier when I get spun around and realize that it’s grey eyes that I’m looking into. I let out a sigh of relief.

He stands really close to me and almost whispers, “There’s something I forgot to ask you.”

Suddenly, he’s kissing me. My poor dick just can’t catch a break. A big strong burly man is kissing me and I am once again straining the seams of my pants. It’s abrasive without the undies.

When the kiss ends, I say, “The answer is yes.”

He laughs, “I didn’t ask the question yet.”

“It doesn’t matter. Yes.”

“Can you request the night shift permanently?”

I grin, “Everybody hates the night shift.”

“I might be able to make it worth your while.”

My dick twitches. “What did you have in mind?”

“Well, we really could use a fourth for our workouts and practices. And I can continue your self-defense lessons.”

“So,” I ask, “then the other guys would be there?”

“Well, yeah. For that part. Do you mind?”

My cock presses harder against my zipper and I shake my head. “I really don’t.”

“Then maybe we could do some other parts alone in my dorm room after?”

Is he asking me out? This big hot guy? My heart flutters. I’ve come to realize that Grey Eyes is a nice guy. When he calls me “cute” and builds me up, he’s sincere and it does turn me on. A little. But not as much as when Brown Eyes humiliates me. Yet I really like Grey Eyes. All three of those studly men are gorgeous, but Grey Eyes was the most gorgeous and from the beginning, I’ve felt a natural pull to him. I’m just not sure he understands me. I don’t want someone to reassure me that my five inch cock is not that small. That it’s almost average. I know that already. I’ve looked into it. They say that the average erection is 5.2 inches long. That technically puts me just about in the neighborhood of average, though when I look at myself flaccid, that’s hard to imagine. I prefer to believe that I have the smallest dick in any room. And besides, don’t tell me that. I watch gay porn for the sole purpose of feeling inadequate at the sight of all of those giant cocks.

But I could try “nice”. Can’t I? After all, it was he who gave me the orgasm of my life just a little while ago. That orgasm woke something up in me. That has to count for something. And when it was winding down, he kept going at me, to near torturous levels that left my whole body twitching and drained. He could have stopped sooner. He probably should have stopped sooner, but he didn’t. Was the excess for me? That first one was a once-in-a-lifetime kind of an orgasm and now they keep coming.

I guess there’s no harm in trying. The alternative is loneliness and a return to my fantasies in my head.

I tell him, “I’ll talk to my boss. No one will fight me on that. Should I come back to the gym around 2:00am again?”

“Um, I was hoping you were free now. When does your shift end?”

I check my phone. Ten minutes. Close enough. It’s not like I’ve been working these last four hours. I smile and say, “Now.”

He smiles at that, then says and does nothing for almost a full minute before finally seeming to make some internal decision. He roughly grabs my shoulders and shoves me against the wall of the nearest building. He scrunches a fistful of my sweatshirt in one hand and pushes the fist into my chest. I feel the cool night air on my exposed stomach. His other hand finds that stomach and gropes around, exploring and tickling. It was the other two guys who traded off playing this role before. This is new for Grey Eyes.

I giggle uncontrollably and my dick continues to grow.

Grey Eyes says, “Hmm. A little soft in the middle for a protector of the people. Can such a piddly little weakling do a real man’s job? What kind of man are you?” He grins devilishly as his index finger finds its way back into my belly button and swirls around.

And right there, pressed against the wall of a building, outside on campus with Grey Eyes roughing me up, I have another orgasm. Right in my pants. Oh, yes! I think he can tell from my ragged breath, flushed face and pounding heart. I smile and nod encouragement at him.

He goes on, “I mean, seriously, cute and vulnerable doesn’t save lives.”

My cock fingerpaints in the sticky mess it made in my pants.

It’s still completely dark outside and no one else is around. I play it up with him, “I am a licensed officer. I have a weapon. I think it’s pretty big, but I have nothing to compare it too.”

“I’ll be the judge of that.” He lets his fingers slide down from my tummy and grapple at the firm rod between my legs. “Is that all you’ve got?”

Oh boy, I almost lose another load. “Yes sir. Is it not good enough?”

He shakes his head in mock disgust, “Look at you! Weak stomach, small feet, hairless body, wimpy arms… Of course your penis is inadequate. Everything else is, why should that one body part be any different?”

“But sir! It’s my only weapon and it feels so big to me.”

He scoffs, “You know nothing. I’ll show you big.”

And he does. He pulls down his shorts and drops his cup. A very large sword of a penis swings at me. Now out of its imprisoning cup, it too is at full erection. And truly a lethal weapon.

He looks me right in the eyes and says, “Ten inches. Twice your embarrassing, childlike size.”

Grey Eyes is delivering big time, and I just might be falling in love.

He says, “I’m double the man you are.” He unbuttons my button and slides down my zipper. In a flash, my pants are around my knees. He gives my steel rod an affectionate squeeze and finds my head to be a wet, sticky mess. He doesn’t care. He rubs his erection alongside mine and I have to physically brace myself against the wall. He reiterates, “Double. Look at the comical difference between the two.”

It is comical. And shocking. My little guy thrums and throbs in misplaced pride. His rubs against mine again and mine dry heaves in another pathetic display.

“How could you even look yourself in the mirror? You should be ashamed!”

I laugh. I’m breaking character, but I laugh. He gets me. Gorgeous Grey Eyes really gets me. And he seems to be up for playing along.

“You win.” I say. “You have the biggest dick in all of the land! And I submit to it.” I sink to my knees and go to work on his massive cock. I obviously can’t deep throat him like he did with my modest length but with both hands assisting my tongue and lips, I think I handle him just fine. Based on his response, I do more than fine. And just as his orgasm splashes the back of my throat, I ejaculate in the dirt between his feet. I’ll have to be sure to tell Brown Eyes tomorrow night that I spewed my seed while sucking someone else’s giant cock. I can only hope that he finds it pathetic enough to tell other people. Soon, just mentioning its existence will be enough to make it blow. So pitiful.

We pull each other’s pants back up and he says, “Let me show you my dorm room.”

The sun is just beginning to rise. “What are we going to do?”

“I was the only one who didn’t get to wrestle with you earlier. I think it’s my turn. One-on-one.”

I scoff, “You wrestled my dick with your tongue and you won in a total knockout.”

“First of all, that’s boxing. Second of all, you just got me back and tied up the score. We need a tiebreaker match.” He winks at me.

“That sounds like fun,” I say, meaning it.

“I feel like I would be remiss if I didn’t take lots of special, quality time to get better acquainted with your belly button.”

Just the thought almost makes my knees buckle.

He puts his arm around my shoulders and whispers in my ear, “I have a tape measure in my room. I will measure you daily. Every time you fail to measure up to my expectations, you will be punished! I have steep expectations and I exact extreme punishments when those expectations are not met.”

No refractory period for me anytime soon. Yeah. This is going to work out just fine.