Chapter 5

Brown Eyes chuckles, “Maybe you’ve only got eight inches. I have ten.”

Does he really? That’s monstrous. Could I really only be half of his size? Half of a man? At his mercy? But it’s not the thought of his massive dick that has me at the edge of orgasm, it’s the thought of my little dick lined up next to his. Being compared. Mocked. Laughed at. Humiliated. Another rivulet of precum rolls down my shaft.

Grey Eyes scoffs, “Whatever, you’re twice his size.”

“No.” Grey Eyes blows out a breath. “What I mean is you’re more than twice his weight. Look, the poor guy is pretty much average. He’s only small compared to the wrestling team.”

Blue Eyes shakes his head, “There is no collection of adult males on God’s green earth where that miniscule thing is anywhere near average.”

My dick throbs in pride.

Blue Eyes adds, “And if that really is the new average, the male gender is in eminent danger of extinction.”

My whole body is buzzing.

Brown Eyes says, “One more game. Let’s list ten small things that are bigger than Mall Cop Tom’s erect penis.”

Blue Eyes giggles, “A baby carrot.”

Brown Eyes: “A matchstick.”

Blue Eyes: “A paperclip.”

Brown Eyes: “An Air Pod.”

Blue Eyes: “Chapstick.”

Brown Eyes: “My credit card.”

Blue Eyes: “My thumb.”

Brown Eyes: “My pinky finger.”

Blue Eyes: “My big toe.”

Brown Eyes: “My pinky toe.”

They are both laughing uncontrollably while my little soldier is bursting with pride. Not one of those was true, but I’m savoring the humiliation as if they all were.

“You want to talk about a real man?” Grey Eyes points to my pulsating erection. “Look at how raging hard that thing is. And he’s been battling and staving off his orgasm this whole time. He maintained an erection for close to three hours now. You can’t do that. He’s a real man.”

My dick is dancing. Grey Eyes is proud of me.

Brown Eyes asks, “Are you his lawyer or something? What’s with the case for the defense?”

“Nothing. It’s just getting late. I’m tired. Let’s get this over with.”

“Fine,” Brown Eyes places his hands on my ribs and strokes downward. At first it’s fine, but as his strokes approach my too skinny, too sensitive stretched out belly, the tickle sensations return. He grazes over my navel and continues to proceed southward below the waistline, through the light wispy pubic hair and finally, his rough manly meaty hand grasps my waiting, dripping steel rod. It ends up being a good thing that my wrists and ankles are being held down because had they not been, I would have jolted right off the floormat. The sensation is electric. I want to thrust my pathetic shaft up and down in his grasp, but I can’t. If they know I want this, then it won’t be nearly as degrading.

Brown Eyes chuckles again with his fist still tightly wrapped around my questionable manhood. “Look. He’s at full erection and his tip doesn’t even peek out of my hand. He’s completely concealed.”

I loll from side to side and moan some more, but I’m still holding my load. He slides his fist up and down my five inches and I still hold on. He repositions himself a little and wiggles his thumb up the underside of my shaft and I laugh, but I still don’t blow. He grunts and goes at me with two hands, like a baker kneading dough. I see skyrockets, but still, it doesn’t happen.

“Grey Eyes grins, “Hey, he’s way passed a minute!”

Brown Eyes releases me in defeat and my shaft bobs in rhythm with my heart beat. He plants both hands flat on the mat beside my hips and begins to lower his mouth toward me. I twitch in anticipation.

Just then, Grey Eyes releases my wrists and tells Brown Eyes, “Switch with me.”

He shakes his head, “I never leave a job unfinished.”

“You won’t. I’ll finish it for you. He beat you. You called less than a minute and he won. I’m tapping you out.”

Brown Eyes grunts, “Whatever.”

Grey Eyes gives me a discrete wink and I feel a flutter in my chest, among other places.

He puts his mouth on the side of my shaft and sucks and slithers his tongue up, across the head and down the other side.

Next, he swallows me whole, lips pressing at my base. He holds it there as his tongue does things to me that should be illegal in most states. My eyes lose and regain focus. When he finally slides back up he concentrates just below the head. I have never felt anything close to this before. After spending enough time near the tip, he begins a relentless up and down slide. There is suction. There is rhythm. He turns his head from side to side as he glides up and down. And then he just keeps at it. A sheen of sweat covers my body from head to toe. My face flushes and my breath quickens. He continues to glide up and down while twisting all around. My toes curl. He tightens his pressure just a little and I’m in extasy, but still not climaxing. Then, one of his hands glides up my side, across my stomach and his index finger finds my belly button. Oh my God! The funny sensual feeling is back and the combination of sensations is becoming all too much. The finish line is finally in sight. I’ve been raging hard for hours now and the time has finally come. And so do I.

Once again, it’s a good thing that I’m being held down, because otherwise, I would have taken flight. He recognizes that I’m close and he goes back to the deep throat and takes all of me in. He holds it there and just sucks while his finger circles around in the oval crevice that bullseyes my belly. My dick pulsates and I actually yowl as I pump load after load down Grey Eyes’ throat. When I finally have nothing left to give, he sucks some more. He sucks until every last drop is drained. My whole body twitches like a live wire as post-orgasm shockwaves roll over me. When he at long last pulls off, I’m finally limp. My whole body is limp. I might need to be carried out of here. Grey Eyes just absolutely wrecked me. I have never felt such ecstasy. Real life is so much better than the fantasies in my head.

Grey Eyes says, “I think he just earned back some points on the sensitivity scale. He’s gone down from a million to a ten.”

With my erection gone, so are my five inches. My frightened, spent cock has deflated.

Blue Eyes releases my ankles and Brown Eyes releases my wrists. It doesn’t matter. I can’t move.

By the time the three of them grab their gym bags and leave, I’ve found the strength to sit up.

I’m still naked, sitting hunched and pretzel-style on the mat with my limp, spent, tiny dick finally taking a well-deserved timeout. After a three hour erection followed by an earthshattering orgasm, my poor baby dick will probably be in a refractory period for a week. I look down at it. It’s hiding inside of itself like a frightened turtle. Too short to slope downward, it rests atop my balls, stubbily pointing straight ahead. Despite topping out around 5 inches, I am actually a “grower”. In my flaccid state, I look like I’m sporting a baby carrot.

Unexpectedly, Brown Eyes reappears, alone. He kneels down next to me and almost whispers, “I get it. I won’t deny that I had fun tonight, but really, it was all for you.”

I look up at him dumbly.

“You wanted this to happen. Before it ever got started, all you had to do was walk away. We wouldn’t have stopped you. Really, you could have gotten up and left at any point. You didn’t.”

He looks down at my pathetic spent and sleeping dick. He chuckles and says, “And if you want, you can get up and leave right now.”

“More please.” I look into his brown eyes, “It’s never enough.”

“I thought so.” He smiles, clears his throat and speaks up, “I’m not actually ten inches.”

“You’re not?” I ask.

“No,” he winks. “Eleven.”

That makes my dick, against all odds, begin to wake up.

“That’s right,” he says. “More than twice your size.”

Now it’s coming back to life fast.

“I’m way more than double the man you’ll ever be.”

I could hear that every day. I say, “Yes sir, you definitely are.” My little lightsaber has once again been unsheathed.

He’s enjoying watching the rapid transformation, “Compared to me, you’re not even a man at all.”

“No sir.” I’m pointing straight up at the ceiling again. Earlier, stretched out lying on my back, my five inches stood misleadingly tall and falsely proud. Now, with my back hunched and legs folded, my five inches presents more like four inches. Or maybe even three. I feel like a child and that thrills me to goosebumps.

I’m at full erection again, but it’s a pathetic display and we both know it. Brown Eyes stares down at it and giggles. Giggle, point, laugh…please. He holds his thumb and index figure out to me spread just one inch apart. The universal signal for tiny dick.

My face flushes in delicious humiliation. There’s a sheen of sweat on my forehead and my raging little member throbs.

Brown Eyes looks down at his handywork. His humiliating words made this happen. I’m as big as I ever get, but to him, I’m a pathetic joke. Helpless and cowardly. I moan softly. I will probably masturbate to tonight’s memories for the rest of my life.

My baby dick has been eyeing him this whole time, begging for his attention. He is still holding his thumb and index finger one inch apart in that “small dick” gesture when he finally reaches for me. My raging hardon embarrassingly fits in the narrow gap between his fingers. So mortifying! My heart and my dick both flutter. He clamps his fingers against my shaft and gives one small twist below the head. That’s it. A one-second, two-finger twist. This time I don’t have the strength to fight it. After the buckets of cum I shot down Grey Eye’s throat just minutes ago, all I can manage now is a pitiful little spurt that barely dribbles down my dick and onto his finger. He looks at me like a puppy who just peed on the carpet. And that look makes me blush and keeps me hard.

“There it is!” He teases. “One second! See? Where are the others? I can’t wait to tell them! One second, two fingers and hardly a teaspoon of jizz.”

My doubly spent cock wants to shrink down again, but it can’t. Not while it’s being talked about. Not when it’s being teased. It strains against its seams.

He places his fingertip at the apex of my mushroom cap and swirls around the slit. I last another two seconds before I shudder and cum again. His finger is tacky with my semen and he brings it to his lips and sucks it clean.

He says, “And you want me to tell the other guys about it too, don’t you?”

I nod and my dick, still as stiff as ever, bobs and nods too.

“You want them to know that you’re no man at all. You want them to know how quickly and easily I dominated you.”

“Yes, I do,” I say. “And not just the other guys, sir. I want the whole campus to know it. The girls too. I want one hundred girls watching other guys humiliate me and bring me to crippling orgasm. I want everyone to know it. Tell everyone you meet. Tell them all that you made me cum in one second from one touch.”

I have to stop for ten seconds as another climax shudders through me. Now I made myself cum with no physical stimulation. I held out forever earlier, but since that one big release, I have no control at all. A door has been opened and I’m not sure I can close it. Or if I even want to.

I continue, “Tell them I’m your little bitch. Show them my picture. Tell everyone about my tiny weak dick and laugh about me with them. Post it on social media. Tell them all to find me and whisper to me that they know. Tell them to degrade me. Tell them to demand to see it and to make it spurt too!”

He pulls out his phone and takes several pictures of my naked, pathetic display.

“I will. You can count on me.” He shakes his head, “Let me guess, you like accidentally being seen in locker rooms and public restrooms, don’t you? You’ll show your dicklet to everyone who will look.”

“Wow.” He shakes his head. “It is cute, but real men’s dicks aren’t supposed to be cute. They’re supposed to be bats, hammers and snakes. Yours is a twig, a nail and a worm. Your itty bitty bump there isn’t even the same species as my monster cock. Your tiny guy could hardly even be called a cock compared to mine. Your shameful dick is an embarrassment to dicks everywhere.”

My little guy is almost purple, it’s so hard. I shudder and quake. When I catch my breath, I tell him, “Sir, when I don’t have a little stiffy, the ball pouch in my underwear is just an empty flap of fabric.”