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Posted on literotica at Randall Pt. 01 - Gay Male - Literotica.com. Let me know if you want me to continue to the next parts.

Let me tell you the story of how I completely lost my manhood to my best friend.

I'll set the scene a little. Randall was my best friend for over 7 years. We met in college, and bonded quickly. We've shared a lot of adventures and good times over the years, and even though we live in different cities, we do a good job keeping in touch. I'm not gonna lie, we are both pretty attractive guys. Randall's taller than me, at 5'11 (I'm only 5'8), but I make up for it with a pretty chiseled body. He's not out of shape by any means, but he leans a bit more towards the dad-bod side of things. I'm gay, and Randall's straight, but that never really came between us. We both have had our fair share of partners over the years, and even though I objectively think he's attractive, I was never really into him, thankfully, so that didn't come in between our relationship.

The problems started, really, because of the fact that I'm sort of a size queen when it comes to dick. I go crazy for it. I love a big, floppy cock, the bigger the better. I feel like I always have - I'm mesmerized by big dicks in porn, and I seek it out in my sexual partners. My obsession began to veer towards insecurity, and combined with a kink for humiliation, I found myself more and more in the online world of small penis humiliation. I couldn't get enough of it - I loved guys being made fun of for being underhung, especially when the owner of that humiliation was a man with a much bigger dick. I can't tell you the hours I've spent looking up porn of this kind, and I started wading into it in my personal life as well, getting guys to brag about their cock size, and maybe teasing me for being smaller than them.

Now we get into the anatomical details. My dick measures at right around 6 inches when I'm hard. That's not necessarily "small" by any means -- of course, it's not really huge either, nothing to really brag about or tell your friends after a hookup, but a pretty respectable, average size. For most of my life, I've been pretty proud of my dick. It's pretty aesthetically pleasing, it gets the job done, and it's obviously brought me a lot of pleasure. But as I sought out small penis humiliation, I realized I needed a really big dick to put me in my place, and make the size difference meaningful. I needed to be with guys at least 7 inches, but preferably 7.5, 8 inches, and up would really get me going. Seeing how their dicks dwarfed mine absolutely drove me crazy. I would want to take pictures to compare, measure them with rulers, fantasize about all sorts of ways in which we could play up the difference between our cocks.

Now let's get back to Randall. Probably a few years went by in our friendship before I even thought one time about Randall's dick, or anything sexual about him. The problem came when we went to the pool at our college together, and I found out that we would have to shower together, in a big open locker room, after class ended. I didn't really know how to feel about that - I was both excited, and nervous. A part of me did want to see my friend naked, both because of natural curiosity, but also because I'm just attracted to men, and like a locker room setting like a lot of other guys do. I tried to play it cool, but I think the occasion became too much for me. We went in the locker room, and stripped off our suits. I couldn't help but glance straight at it. Randall's cock was fully soft, but it was really nice, thick, hanging down with a pretty sizable head. It must have been 4 or 5 inches soft, and all-in-all just a gorgeous cock. I tried to look away and put my mind elsewhere, but as I got under the shower, I could feel the blood rushing to my own member. Within a minute, I was fully hard, as I tried to angle my body away so nobody would see. I quickly grabbed a towel to cover myself up, dried myself off quickly ran out of the locker room. I'm not sure if Randall saw me, but I felt I had avoided any sort of awkward interaction, at least for now.

Ever since that moment, the thought of Randall's cock visited my mind every once in a while. It wasn't constant, but I realized maybe he liked showing it off to me, and had a little bit of an exhibitionist side to him. I began to notice little comments he made about nudity or dick size. He would make bro-y comments like, let's go to the bathroom together and cross streams. He would make dick size jokes when somebody brought up a measurement in inches. One time I told him what a Prince Albert piercing was and showed him the Wikipedia article (which had a sample picture). His one comment was, wow, isn't that kinda small? (That one stuck with me for a while). One time, years later, when I was staying at his house, he came out with just a towel around his waist, and lounged around for a while. It felt like he was winking at me a little, like, "wouldn't you like to see what's under here? I remember you liked it last time..."

With all these subliminal messages, I became more and more curious about how big his dick really was, as the flaccid image I had in my head gradually faded away. I'm not proud of it, but I played out scenarios in my head of how I could get him to reveal himself for me. One day, I was really horny after not relieving myself in a few days, and I came up with a plan. During one of our phone calls, I planted the seed. We have a pretty open line of communication, and I was telling him about a guy I had just hooked up with. I said something which I hoped would trigger him, along the lines of, yeah he had a pretty big cock, around 6.5 inches. As I had fantasized, that piqued his interest a little. "Oh?" He said. "I guess I don't really have a good frame of reference for what's considered big or not. What would you say?" I knew this was my chance. Vulnerability leads to reciprocation, so I just blurted it out - "oh, well to be fully honest with you, my dick's right around 6 inches. It's pretty average. I kinda just like to be guys that are a little bigger with me, if possible." He took the bait, and we launched into a full discussion about cock size. I think he was just curious as a straight guy, having not seen many in his life. I told him that most cocks were in the range of 5-7 inches anyways, that I didn't think there was that much correlation with height, that it maybe doesn't matter for some people, but I kinda like a bit of size, makes it more fun to play with. After a bit of silence, he finally said, "OK, I mean out of fairness, I can tell you my size, mine's 7.5 inches". A ton of emotions ran through my head - first of all, pure horniness, as I discovered my best friend was packing some real meat. But I was so deeply satisfied. I loved the fact that he was bigger than the range of what I told him was more-or-less normal. I loved that he had measured it prior to our conversation and sounded a little proud of it. But maybe most of all, it turned me on so much to know that he was a nice amount bigger than me, and we both knew it.

I swallowed a little bit before I managed to get out some words: "yeah, man, damn that's pretty big, good for you." In my horniness, I tried to keep going for the gold: "you know, I almost don't believe you... that's like a pretty big dick... have you ever by chance taken any pictures you'd be willing to share?" He laughed a little, but said he probably wouldn't be comfortable sharing pictures like that. I understood, and felt a little embarrassed from bringing it up. We shot the shit a little bit more, but eventually hung up. I furiously jerked off after the end of the conversation, imagining my friend's big dick in my mind for the first time.

I thought maybe the story would have ended there. But it was in fact just getting started. The next stage of the story picks up months later. I had cooled off from our phone call, and Randall came to visit me at my apartment. We had gone out to a bar, and had a couple drinks. When we got back home, he said he had a bit of a headache, and asked if I had any Advil. I led him into my bedroom, where I have all my medical stuff in my bedside drawer. I opened it up and started rummaging. I didn't realize he was standing right behind me, and had a full view of the whole drawer, which had all my sex materials too - condoms, lube, and... a big 8-inch dildo. "Woah," he said, "what's this? Damn man I see what you spend your time doing now..." I blushed a little but didn't say much. "Yeah, I don't use it much, but bought it on an impulse haha." "OK OK," he said, "I mean, no shame at all, I'm sex positive, you know that." "Honestly, I'm just impressed... isn't this thing pretty big? Like is this a representative dick that you would... you know... be fucked by? Sorry for the crudeness," he blushed. "Oh," I said, "I mean not really, it's a bit of a fantasy... just to train myself, you know?" He paused a little. "Yeah, you know, I've been thinking about it since we had that phone conversation a few months ago... I know I didn't want to show you a picture, but if we're in person, I honestly have no problem with it". I froze. "You mean... "I gestured towards his crotch vaguely, "just show me?" "Sure," he said, "I mean I'm kinda curious how I compare to this thing, ya know? I think it has me beat by a little." I was a little shell-shocked. Was my best friend really about to voluntarily show me his cock? What was going on?

I somehow blurted out some words about how that would be cool with me, and I wouldn't tell anybody if he didn't want. I honestly couldn't remember what he said next. All I remember is that he started undoing his belt, and sliding his jeans off. He started playing with his member through his boxers. I could already see a pretty sizable bulge, and he swung it back and forth with some serious force. He put his hand in there and started tugging, still covered by the boxers, but low enough that I could see the top of his pubes and the base of his shaft. It looked even thicker than I remember. Finally, he stopped tugging, and snapped the elastic back so his boxers were fully on, albeit a ridiculous tent formed at the front. "So whattya say, you ready?" He said with a grin, as his fingers were positioned at the sides of his hips, ready for big reveal. I couldn't do much but nod, and very quietly admit, "yeah, I'm ready". He then confidently grinned even wider, swiftly brought his boxers down in one big motion, and allowed his massive cock to spring up at full mast, pointing out at me and my dropped jaw. It was even better than I could imagine. Cut with an enormous head, beautiful smooth shaft with just one vein running along the side to add a bit of character. It felt like I paused for a long time before I said or did anything. It's pretty embarrassing, but I honestly followed my instincts. I got off the bed and moved slowly closer, looking at him for confirmation. He just continued to smile and look down, so I got closer and closer, and got on my knees. I looked up at him, and he smiled back. So I put his cock in my mouth, and felt like I was in absolute bliss. The next 30 minutes are an absolute blur. I sucked his dick with more passion than I ever have before. I kissed and licked him all over, always returning to the cock-head and trying to please him like there was no tomorrow. Finally, I let him cum all over my face as I jerked my cock, and let out one of the biggest loads of my life.

"Wow," he finally said, "you came a lot. I'm surprised!" "Why are you surprised?" I shot back. Oh, I don't know, I guess that's my first time, I thought maybe the amount of cum would be proportional to the size of the dick? I guess that's a pretty unfounded thought, so maybe not haha" The way he said it was very innocent, and I don't think he meant to offend, but that comment brought my dick to life again. It really turned me on that he was implying my cock was smaller or lesser than his, and I had to seize the moment. "Oh..." I said. "Yeah I guess your dick is a bit bigger than mine, huh?" Randall looked a little taken aback, and clearly didn't want to say the wrong thing: "oh, I mean, yeah, it's a bit bigger, but yours looks really solid man, I think I'm just blessed, but you have nothing to worry about." "No no," I shot back. I paused a moment, and whispered, "I kinda like that." You can say more things like that, it kinda turns me on." He looked a bit surprised. "Like what? You want me to tell you that my dick is bigger than yours? Why?" "Yeah, I mean, you can tell me that my dick is small if you want... I mean, trust me, it turns me on. I just like hearing a big guy like you brag about it, and tease me for being smaller, ya know?"

He paused, but seemed to understand at least a little bit better. "So... you like hearing that your dick is small?" "Yesss," I panted, as I started to stroke myself again. "Tell me how small I am, tell me how big you are..." "Hmm OK... I guess my cock is pretty big, you like that huh? This massive thing? Much bigger than yours huh?" "YESS," I said, "soo much bigger, I honestly feel like a little kid next to you." "Woah," he said, and looked like he might stop for a bit, but then he grinned and dove right back in, "I guess it is a little bit of a boycock... I think my dick was bigger when I was 15 honestly." I started jerking off furiously and breathing so hard, "FUCK," I burst out, "yes keep going". "Wow dude, are you sure this is OK? I don't wanna go past any limit" "No no no, keep going, be as brutal as you want!" "Wow," he said, "I guess I know why you really liked this big cock huh? You wish you had one this big yourself instead of your little boycock?" At that, he reached down and smacked my dick around. I instantly came, shooting a huge burst of cum at just him touching my cock-head. "JESUS!" He exclaimed, "wow that was fast... you're really into that, huh"

I nodded in complete pleasure. I knew a great adventure was about to begin.
 

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In the next few weeks, Randall and I got more sucked in to this fantasy. Turns out he was really into it. I awakened a beast inside of him. He loved being dominant, he loved flaunting his huge cock at any chance, and he loved how much I clearly loved it. It was almost disturbing how good he got at berating and belittling me, getting me to do embarrassing things like walking around naked all day and forcing me to admit on video that was my cock was small. We had some of the most enjoyable sex I've ever had, as he fucked me hard and took pictures of our dicks side by side, his entering me, and mine shrunken on top of my stomach.

One day, as we lay cuddling, I complimented him, as always, at how good he was getting at living out the fantasy. "Honestly," I said, "I sometimes wish I had a smaller cock so we could make it more real. I mean obviously, your dick is still bigger than mine, but sometimes I wish there was really a crazy crazy difference, ya know?" He smiled and grabbed my junk, completely enveloping my soft cock and balls in his big hand. "I sometimes wish that too, bud, but this is what we're working with right now." He frowned and looked up at the ceiling for a while. "Everything OK?" I said. "Oh yeah, yeah, sorry just got distracted by something unrelated..."

The other thing you should know about Randall is that besides having a beautiful cock, he's also a genius chemist. He's been working in a lab for years publishing great papers, and he spends most of his time thinking about it. A week or two passed by from our last session and I didn't really hear from Randall. I was worried that he was over it. After all, he was straight anyway, he wasn't going to fulfill my fantasy forever, right?

But one day, out of nowhere, Randall showed up and knocked on my door. He was happier than I had seen him in a long time, massive smile on his face. "Can I come in?" He said. "I want to show you something." "Of course," I said, "come in, what is it?"

"I had a great idea," he said, still unable to wipe off the huge grin off his face, "that could take our fun to a new level, ya know?"

"OK... " I said, hesitantly, really unsure of what to expect. "OK, what is it?"

"So, I was in the lab a couple weeks ago, and I was playing around with this chemical that we use to really rapidly grow cells for our experiments. It's really useful to just make things multiply really really fast, way faster than they would normally. I use it all the time before, but I've never made a connection that it could maybe be used in other settings too."

"OK," I said, still hesitantly. "What does that have to do with anything?"

"Well," he said, and paused a little. "The thing is that it needs a source to grow from. So basically what you do is you give the chemical some initial organic material, a group of cells, and it tightens the organic material really quickly, shrinks it up. It's a little complicated, but then you can basically think of it as using up those stored cells to really expand any other sort of cell, and massively grow that."

"OK..." I said, "I'm honestly still not following, you gotta break this down for me a little bit more..."

"OK buddy, let me make it real simple for you so you can understand." He leaned in with a mischievous look on his face, and whispered in my ear, "We can make that little cock of yours even smaller."

I froze, and my dick hardened on the spot. A lump formed in my throat. That sounded really hot, but did I actually want to go through with this? Even though I liked our fantasies, I still had some sort of pride in my cock, and wasn't sure I wanted it to *actually* be smaller than it was.

"Hmm," I said. "I'm not so sure about that man, as hot as it sounds. I mean do I actually want my dick to get smaller?"

"Well," he said. "From everything we've been talking about man, it honestly sounds like you really really do. I know it sounds scary, but I think it's actually what you want, deep down. You love being made fun of for being small, I can see it in your eyes and feel it all over you. And I'm just helping you achieve that! Trust me, this could be a really good thing."

"And anyways, I didn't even tell you the best part. As I said, those shrunk up cells actually contribute to something else. So... if you did this, you could actually help me live out a dream of mine to! We could effectively take inches off your cock, and add them to mine!"

"Wow", I said. Part of me was excited as I've ever been, and my cock was throbbing. But part of me was terrified. "But do you really want to be bigger than you are?"

"Trust me man, when you have a big cock like mine," he smirked, "nothing satiates you. Honestly, I don't need to be huge, but when I saw that dildo you had, I was like 'damn, that's the level I would love to be on' And now, honestly, you could help me make that true..."

"Hmm," I thought. It would be fucking hot if Randall's dick was the size of my dildo. He would fully fulfill my fantasies if that was the case. And maybe I wouldn't mind being just a little smaller if it meant a better sex life anyways?

"OK," I said. "I might honestly consider it." But how much would I have to lose?"

"As far as I can tell," he said. "It's basically a 2-to-1 ratio. So if I want to gain half an inch, you gotta lose an inch. Not so bad, right?"

I gulped. "Damn that sounds a bit unfair that I have to lose twice as much as you gain..."

Out of nowhere, he caressed my chin. I could tell he knew how excited this was making me. "C'mon man, I know you want this. That little tent in your shorts is telling me all I need to know."

I looked down and saw my dick practically bulging out of my shorts. I gulped again.

"OK, sooo, how does this work? We take a pill or something?"

"Naw, man, it's just a cream you can rub on!" He lept up and went over to his backpack, emerging with an unmarked tube. "Look, I'll show you, just drop your pants man".

"Now?" I protested, "can't I think about it?"

"C'mon, bud, I know you want it! This thing won't last very long anyways, we need to do it now or it'll take me weeks to develop it again to be safe to use on skin!"

I think in my horniness I couldn't think properly, so I dropped my pants and my boner popped out towards the sky. He smiled at it and said, "there's that little cutie. Don't worry, you won't be that different, just a tiny bit more appropriate." He emphasized the word tiny as he put on a medical glove, and then squeezed a small, carefully portioned amount of cream from the tube onto his finger. "Look, we'll start easy, OK? We'll just take an inch off, and add that half an inch to me. This cream won't affect anything that's not living," he added, "but using gloves will make sure it doesn't affect our hands".

Without giving me much time to reconsider, he grabbed my cock in his gloved hand, and started rubbing the cream in all over. "We gotta make sure to apply evenly," he smirked, as he rubbed the cream into the head of my cock, and all over the shaft. He thought for a minute, and then even rubbed some into my balls. "For good measure," he said, "so it's all proportional, you know?"

Meanwhile, the cream felt really good on my dick. "It's almost like lube, huh?" He said. I started moaning. "Yeah, it feels really fucking good honestly..."

"It's about to feel even better bro, once it starts taking effect and we really shrivel up that boycock, huh?"

He started rubbing a little harder, a little absentmindedly as he looked down on the tube, reading some instructions on it. "Fuck dude," I said, "slow down, slow doooown" I felt myself on the edge. "You're gonna make me cum dude!"

"Oh fuck," he said, and removed his hand quickly. "I forgot on top of having that shrimp cock, you're a quick trigger too, that thing cums so quickly!" He laughed to himself. "But seriously, don't cum, because I'm not sure how thing will behave if you go soft... might end up taking off more inches if it's in a smaller state, you know?"

I gulped, as my cock was fully throbbing, and right on the edge of cumming.

"FUCK," I said, "Why didn't you tell me that bro?? I'm like really really close, this could have been a disaster."

"Calm down man! It's all good, OK? Can't you just control yourself? Damn man," he laughed to himself "it's a good thing we're shrinking it, a premature ejaculator like you needs an even more pathetic cock to match, you know?" With that, he gave my cock a little tickle with his finger, "itchy gitchy goo, lil babycock, you're about to become what you deserve!"

The little tickle, combined with his taunting, put me right over the edge. My cock erupted, shooting gob after gob of cum landing on the floor in front of me. In the moment, I wasn't even mad, because it felt so fucking good. Feeling so belittled and teased my best friend, while my cock had been played with to perfection. I fully allowed myself to enjoy my ejaculation, but after what seemed like only a second, I looked in horror at the cum on the floor, and my slowly softening cock.

"Fuck," I said, "what does this mean?"

"Oh my god dude!!" He tilted his head back and erupted in raucous laughter. "I'm sorry, this really shouldn't be so funny, but I really thought you could control yourself better than that."

"Hmm I'm honestly not sure what this will mean... but dude the damage is honestly done, so we might as well keep it going."

Now, even rougher than last time, he grabbed my now soft cock with his hand, and started rubbing off the cream, collecting it back in his glove. "See, this cream now has allll the good stuff I need to grow", he smiled.

Quickly, he pulled down his own shorts, and started tugging at his cock using his glove. After just a minute or two, he was at full mast, and started taking good care to rub it evenly all over his head and shaft. "Good thing I shaved those pubes today!" He exclaimed, as he proceeded to rub it all over his balls as well. "Gotta get that even application!"

In the meantime, I felt a really weird sensation in my groin. It felt almost like I had been punched in the balls, and I felt some pain in my stomach. "Dude, this feels weird," I said.

"Don't worry, man, it's just the skin and organs tightening, it won't feel weird for long, OK?"

I gulped and looked down. My cock was pretty soft after my cum explosion. It normally looks small after I cum, but now it looked absolutely pathetic, probably less than 2 inches. I was scared to see how big it would be once I got hard.

I think Randall noticed the look of fear on my eyes, because he said, "alright lil guy it's time to measure and see the effects!"

His cock looked even more massive than I've ever seen before, absolutely bursting at the seams, and so thick and meaty. "Why don't you get over here and measure for me?" He pulled out a tape measure and called me over.

I put the tape measure at the base of his cock and started sliding it out. My excitement was palpable as I continued to count up the inches. "6... 7... fuck... 8 inches, dude!"

Randall had a huge grin on his face. "Yesss dude it's incredible! Pretty huge right? Look, bring that stupid ass dildo over here."

I brought it over. They were exactly the same length, but Randall's was significantly thicker, and so much hotter because, well, it was a real dick, with so much warmth emanating off of it.

"This the dick you been dreaming about, huh boy?" He said.

I nodded. "Alright, let's measure yours now... not gonna lie bud it's not looking good." I was already at full mast without noticing, so aroused by measuring my friend's massive meat. I was shocked by how much thinner it looked, how I felt it barely jutted out away from my body.

He grabbed my cock roughly and put it against the tape measure. "Wow," he said, barely suppressing his laughter. "We got it down to 4 inches! Dude your cock is now literally half my size! I fucking love this shit!"

Secretly, I loved it too. I loved the huge gap in our size, and how I could literally fit the length of my dick twice inside of his.

He grinned at me, wagged my shrunken penis around playfully and ominously said "oh, we're gonna have some fun with this, baby dick..." Little was I to know how Randall would start lording his superiority over me, and the depths that his power over me would extend...
 

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Pt. 02:

Randall and I continued to play around for the next few months. The sex and humiliation became even hotter now that he was literally twice my size. When he came over, I would drop everything to please his cock, and make sure he was happy. He began to take even greater pleasure in humiliating me, threatening to tell my friends about my little dick, and about my fetish for humiliation and bigger cocks.

He wanted to occasionally take me out in public and flaunt our size difference, so we would go to the locker room together after working out at the gym. Without being noticed, Randall would stand in front of me and trace his hands over the front of my shorts, slowly, as we were in conversation with somebody else. It wouldn’t take long for me to become fully hard. At that point, Randall would stop and insist we both get changed. He would force me to get naked first, and I wasn’t allowed to put my clothes back on until he did as well. In the meantime, I would have my 4-inch cock at full mast, as Randall took his sweet time letting his 5-inch softie swing from side to side. He would often stop other guys and talk to them about the latest sports result as we stood next to each other, his softie completely overshadowing my hard cock. Nobody would usually say anything, but we noticed quite a few raised eyebrows and grins as they noticed the extreme size difference between us. The only comment we ever got was from another friend, David, who pulled me aside one day, with clear pity for my small cock, saying “hey man, I hope you’re not comparing yourself to Randall too much. You’ve got so much to offer, plus, you know, he might be a shower, not a grower, ya know?”

Later that night Randall took great pleasure in these words, as he made me repeat the mantras “I have nothing to offer besides my tiny penis,” and “I am neither a grower nor a shower. Randall is both a grower and a shower.” He recorded these videos with me on my knees as he slapped me with his huge erection. For those few months, I was in heaven, as, despite my shrunken cock, I had a ton of time to play with Randall’s meat.
 

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At a certain point though, the honeymoon phase wore out. The length of time between our “play” sessions together grew and grew, and I began to get frustrated. Randall wouldn’t come over as often, and if he would, he wouldn’t pay me much attention, just cum and leave. Even though my sexual encounters with Randall filled me with shame and humiliation, they also gave me a sick form of pleasure, and I had become truly addicted to them.

Randall, I felt, had gotten a little tired of humiliating me and spending time around my little 4-inch cock. He began spending most of his free time outside of work fucking women with his beautiful 8-inch rod. I would beg him to come see me, but he became slower and slower at responding to my messages. He would sometimes respond with some humiliating jabs berating my tiny manmeat, but I would go weeks at a time without seeing him, and in particular his beautiful meat, that I had helped grow for him!

I even began reaching out to other men for cock size comparison and humiliation. I would go on dating apps and seek out men with big cocks, and promise to worship their cocks if they let me take pictures of our cocks side-by-side. I would jerk off endlessly to these photos. Cocks of all shape, size, and color, all dwarfing my little shrunken cock, even at its hardest state. I would always get two photos - one, where we stood across from each other holding both of our cocks parallel to the ground, touching each other on the side. The other man’s cock would stretch until it hit my stomach, and the gap in the air between my little dick and his stomach showed the gulf in our size. I was addicted to finding the largest gap I could, evidence of my inferiority. Once I had that first shot, I would drape the other man’s cock over mine, completely eclipsing my own from view. This reminded me that I should never consider the needs and desires of my own cock over those of a man with a larger tool, as he could render me invisible and insignificant.

I had built up quite a collection of these photos over a period of a few months, including one of particularly beautiful cock belonging to a much younger man, who was 21 and in college. I felt such shame bringing him back to my apartment and seeing him fawn at the size and decor of my adult apartment, in comparison to his tiny college dorm room. I knew that soon, as I glanced at the already sizable bulge formed in his sweatpants on his lanky undeveloped frame, the tables would be turned, and I would see his cocky grin as he looked down on how his meat towered over mine. Sure enough, his cock grew to an impressive 8.5 inches, the biggest I’d ever seen, even bigger than Randall’s. The memory of holding that spongy thick cock next to my thin sausage is seared into my mind, as is the look of pity that crossed his face when i first lowered my underwear and my tiny cock sprung out. Nonetheless, that was quickly replaced with the cocky grin I was expecting, and a look of deep satisfaction as his cock eventually erupted all over my face and body.

I jerked off regularly to that photo, as it was the hottest in my collection. My ultimate downfall was probably that obsession. I was in my bedroom one day completely naked, edging myself and looking at that cock comparison photo on a huge blown-up screen that I sometimes used for work. All of a sudden the door burst open, and Randall stood in the door frame. I had given him a spare key so he could come by at all hours of the day in case he ever needed to get sucked off and didn’t have a willing woman around, but he hadn’t used it in quite some time.

He stood there with a huge smile on his face. “Well, well, what have we here?” he said. Looks like things haven’t changed much since I last saw you, huh bud? “I guess my chemistry really worked out, that thing is still looking tiny as ever.” I muttered hello and nodded, and my cheeks turned red as I quickly closed out the tab with the photo.

“No no, don’t be ashamed, show me what you were jerking off to, man!” He exclaimed. “I mean, I’ve seen everything you’re working with (or not working with, that is), what else could you possibly be embarrassed about?”

For some reason, I didn’t really want to show Randall. I said something like “nah, it’s not important, just something I was googling online.”

Randall got a little more serious. “I don’t care, fag, show me now what you were looking at to try and turn your little prick on.”

I obliged, and opened the photo back up on the big screen. You could see every vein in the huge cock, and the difference between our meat looked even more massive on the big screen, as if we were two different species of animal. I looked at Randall’s face to see how he would react.

He nodded slowly, not giving much away. “That’s about what I thought, man. You’re so addicted to this shit, you can’t get enough…”

“Wait a minute,“ he said. “Is that your babydick up there?”

I nodded yes.

“I thought I recognized that pathetic excuse for a penis. At first I thought that was a porn star and you found some weird photoshop shit on some fag forum, but this is really you and another cock, huh? Where’d you find this guy?”

I explained to him how I’d found the guy, and added that he hadn’t been returning my texts, so I had no choice but to seek out other cocks to humiliate me.

Randall’s mood turned a little. “What the fuck, dude!? This cock’s not enough for you, huh? After all that I’ve done for you to live out this sick baby-cock fantasy?” He grabbed his soft bulge through his pants, already impressive as it snaked down the left side of his pants. My cock twitched a little as I was reminded of its heft.

“No no,” I protested. “It totally is! I’ve just been really horny, OK, but your cock is really incredible and honestly all that I want.”

“Well, clearly not, right? If you’re seeking this out?” He asked as he raised his voice and gestured towards the picture. “Tell me man, did you measure it? Do you know how big it is? It looks pretty solid to me.”

I looked down, embarrassed at my infidelity to Randall’s cock, after all the friendship and bond we had shared. “Yeah, man, it’s 8.5 inches,” I slowly responded. “But really, I would much rather have yours any day of the week, the connection we have is something else completely!”

“I mean I guess that’s not true, is it man?” He began to get angry and barking. insults at me. “You’re such a cock-hungry slut, nothing will ever fucking satisfy you and that tiny worm between your legs. All you want is huge fucking cock and you’ll keep going after the biggest thing you can get your pathetic lips around. Isn’t that true?”

“Maybe…” I said, as I struggled to look at him in the eyes. “But if you don’t want me to, I won’t go after other guys with big dicks, I can save myself for you! I just didn’t know, I thought you didn’t care!”

“Bullshit, man, I know the second I leave here, you’re gonna get horny again and go find another man you can fucking swallow as you jerk yourself off with two fucking fingers.” I was a little nervous at the darkness in Randall’s tone, but also turned on.

“Naw man, this thing will just keep going until it swallows you up. I think we only got two options, man.”

“What are they?” I asked, nervous, but with my cock at full mast as I listened closely to his every word.

“Well,” he said, as he sighed and regained a little composure, “I think one option is to break off our encounters totally. I’m never gonna show you my cock again, never tease you about yours. Maybe eventually you’ll get over this habit without me egging you on, and you’ll get back to a more normal life. Yeah your cock’s only 4 inches, which — don’t get me wrong — is pretty small, but it’s enough to at least fuck somebody, or fit in somebody’s mouth. I bet honestly you could have a normal sex life at some point and settle down, even if you’ll have a slightly dissatisfied partner.”

I thought about this option for a second. It did, at first listen, sound somewhat healthy. I had become so obsessed with cock size that it had taken over my life. My work and sleep had suffered, as I constantly sought out humiliation and feelings of inferiority, and I was ruled by my horniness. But on the other hand, my cock was fully hard having just been jerking off, and the image of Randall in my room, with his bulge still visible, made me long for more. I couldn’t give up on *ever* seeing that cock again, could I? I enjoyed it so much, and in the moment, I felt like I would sacrifice so much just to suck it again.

“Hmm,” I said, as if I was considering his suggestion closely. “Well, what’s the other option?”
 

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“Well,” he leaned in a little, “If you’re not gonna give this up and want to continue being a little cock-hungry faggot, at least I might be able to get something out of it.”

“That guy’s cock looks pretty fucking big man,” he said as he gestured at the screen again, “and even though I’ve been having the time of my life fucking all these girls with my 8-inch monster,” he grinned as he grabbed his bulge again, which seemed to have grown a little in his pants since the last time, “there is something in me that wants to be even bigger.”

“You should fucking see the faces on these chicks, man, when I drop trou and let this thing unveil itself. I swear to god, they start dripping before I even touch them!”

“But I will say, while 8 inches is real alpha-male territory, I feel like 9 inches is actually god-level,” he continues matter-of-factly. “Don’t get me wrong, I will never ever have problems getting laid, unlike you little guy, but sometimes these women ask me how big I am, and even though 8 is fucking impressive, sometimes I really wanna blow them out of the water and say 9 inches. Just watch their minds explode as I show them the biggest cock they’ve ever seen in their lives. You know what I mean?”

I nodded slowly, as I started to do the math as to what this would mean for me.

“Have you ever seen a 9-inch cock, man?” he asked me.

“No,” I said, this one up on the screen is the biggest I’ve seen.

“Great,” he said, then 9 inches is what I want. “I mean you’re such a slut for cock that if you haven’t seen one in all your whoring around, I feel pretty safe being the biggest that pretty much anybody will have ever been with, and that’s what I want. I want to be untouchable, without comparison, superior to every man that I pass in the street and lock eyes with.”

I gulped. I thought that was pretty hot.

“So that’s the second option. We use the cream again, and you get me up to 9 inches. Of course you go down to 2 inches, which is barely anything, but you don’t mind, do you man?”

I didn’t know what to say. I was so horny that I could barely think. I didn’t want to lose Randall and his cock, and even more so I wanted to give him what he wants.

“Is there anything in between we could do?” I pleaded. “I want to help you out, but I feel like 2 inches is really really bad… like would I still be able to piss even without getting it on my balls?”

“Look man, it’s up to you,” Randall said. “Take it or leave it. But I promise you, you’re never seeing this cock again. I’m about to walk out the door and you can see it in your dreams. You OK with that?”

I swallowed loudly. “OK OK,” I burst out. “I wanna see it again… It’s been so long!”

Randall smiled. “That’s a good little boy, I knew you wanted to see this big thing again. Don’t worry,” he winked, “this will be quick and painless, OK?”

Barely giving me any time to process what I had just agreed to, Randall reached into his bag and withdrew the cream we had used before. “I brought it over just in case you were feeling this way,” he grinned.

“And it’s perfect, since you’re already naked and that thing is ripe for shrinking!” he laughed to himself.

For a split second I thought maybe I should change my mind. Maybe I could handle never seeing Randall’s cock again. Would it be good to just have a normal, non cock-addicted life? I could just have boring, normal sex again. Yes I would miss my old average 6-incher, but 4 isn’t so bad, is it? and 2 would really send me into micropenis territory where I feel I could never really have sex again…

But as I contemplated this, any decision-making power was stripped away from me. Randall reached his hand out, having already dipped it into the cream, and started lathering up my stiff cock.

I moaned in pleasure as the cold cream touched my hard member. Any reservations I had went out the window as I completely gave myself over to the pleasure of my best friends hand on my cock. I started moaning, and couldn’t control what was coming out of my mouth.

“Yes, Randall, thank youuuu,” I screamed. “I’m so excited to be helping you grow your monster cock.”

He started laughing as he realized the absurdity of the situation. “Man, you fucking love this don’t you?” he said.

I nodded, as I writhed in deep pleasure at his touch.

“You realize you’re pathetic, right?” he added. “Your cock is already tiny, and now it’s gonna be fucking minuscule,” he said with a grin, “and you can’t help it because you can’t resist my hand on your cock, can’t resist pleasing me and giving me what I wanted.”

I nodded again, and said “I would do anything for you and that huge, beautiful cock. From the moment I laid eyes on it, all that I wanted was to please you.” He laughed again, even louder.

“Plus,” I said, “your big hands on my cock, feel soooo good.”

“Are you allowed to call it a cock?” he asked. “I think you should start calling it a wee-wee, or something like that,” he smiled.

“Yes, OK.” I obliged. “Your big hands on my little wee-wee feels soooo good, please don’t stop Randall!”

“My god,” he said. You’re so fucking pathetic. “I didn’t even tell you to call it tiny and you add it yourself. I can’t believe it took me this long to find out the truth about you! You are such a cock-hungry pathetic fag.”

I nodded, in so much pleasure and arousal, wanting nothing more than for Randall to continue berating me. He obliged.

“You’re such a fucking horny pathetic tiny cock fag,” he said as he stroked my cock harder and I moaned. “I offer you a chance at a normal life, and you throw it all away just to get one more look at my fucking cock. Can you believe that? Sacrificing your entire chance for sexual satisfaction and happiness to get off over my dick. I mean I know it’s beautiful, but c’mon man, you are so fucking pathetic. And you’re enjoying this too, aren’t you? This is probably the most turned on you’ve ever been?”

I nodded, unable to speak through my arousal.

“You love throwing away what’s left of your manhood, becoming even more pathetic so you can’t even have a chance at a real sexual relationship, right?” Randall asked as he stroked me even faster.

Again, I nodded.

“Well, don’t worry,” he said, “I’m gonna give you that,” he smiled.

“Now tell me man,” as he continued to stroke my cock with his shrinking lube, “do you want to see my cock now?”

I nodded as if my life depended on it, and let out a breathy “YES” that was louder than I expected.

“OK, man, I’m about to let the beast out so we can finish the transaction,” he said as I saw his beautiful cock strain against the fabric of his pants.

“But,” he paused as he slightly slowed the speed of his hand on my erection, removing it for a second. “Tell me, man, does a little worthless fag like you even deserve to have a 2-inch cock? Or would it be better if we went all the way down to 1?”

I froze for a second.

“After all,” he said as he resumed stroking my cock, “you remember what happens when you cum, don’t you, when this cream is on you?”

“I do,” I said, between moans of pleasure, “but I don’t know man, 1 inch is… I don’t know, it sounds a little insane… I might be a bit worried about that…”

“It might sound that way,” he grinned as he continued to stroke, now ever so slowly, “but what’s the difference really? And don’t you want to cum for me,” he said sexily, “and feel some much-needed release?”

I gulped. I did want nothing more in that moment than to cum with Randall stroking me, but I didn’t know if I could handle walking through life with only 1 inch between my legs.

“C’mon man, let it rip,” he suggested quietly. “It would be really fucking hot…”

In the moment, I wasn’t really thinking straight. All that existed in the world was Randall whispering to me, holding my cock in his manly hands, stroking my little shaft up and down with just the perfect amount of pressure. I wanted to do whatever he wanted, and of course I also wanted some release.

All of a sudden, he leaned over, and whispered in my ear, “C’mon, man. You’re my best friend. Let that little dick cum for me. Please dude. Give me the godly cock I really deserve, and let your little manhood disappear forever.”

He tightened his grip on my cock, and I gave into the release, letting spurt after spurt of cum explode all over myself and the floor. I was panting uncontrollably, as I experienced the biggest orgasm of my life.

Randall smiled. He moved his hand from my slowly softening cock, wiped some cream from his fingers, and in one quick motion pulled down his pants to let his huge cock spring out. It made a massive slapping sound as it hit his abdomen. “Man, taking away basically your entire cock, has really turned me on, man,” he beamed.

“But don’t worry, a deal’s a deal, I’m letting you see this alpha cock one more time!”

I had never seen Randall happier as he started applying the cream to his own massive cock. In the meantime, I was on the floor in shock and horror at how small my cock had become. I was still in great shape, so my cock wasn’t shrinking into my body, but it stuck out as a tiny nub, with little pebble-sized balls on either side. Randall could not seem happier at my predicament, as I lay there, post-orgasm, panicking at what I had just done.

“Any regrets man?” He asked with clear joy as he stroked his huge cock with two hands back and forth. “You reverted your cock back to a literal baby’s penis, just to see my dick one more time.”

I didn’t really know what to say. I couldn’t even get up, covered in my own cum, as I contemplated what my life would be like now. In the meantime, Randall’s cock grew.

“Come over here, man, and measure for me?” he asked.

I nodded as I stayed on the floor but grabbed a ruler and pressed it to his monster shaft. “9 inches exactly,” I said with awe.

“Perfect,” he said.

“Now listen man, you’re way too addicted to my cock, and I don’t think I can be seen with a man with a micropenis anymore, so I think we have to part ways here. But you know what, I think I’m gonna leave you one more parting gift so you can think about what you’ve done.”

“Come here,” he said. “You get one lick. choose wisely.”

I crawled over to him. I looked up at his huge cock, knowing it might be the last time I would ever see it, but in the moment regretting nothing.

I gave his huge penis the best, longest, lick I could, starting from his balls, working my way all the way up the shaft, until I reached the head. I tried putting the head in my mouth, but he quickly pushed me off.

“I said one lick, no-dick,” he said forcefully.

“OK, lie down now,” he commanded, “you get a parting present from me.”

As I lay on the floor, he stepped on my cock with his foot, crushing my balls in pain, and he let his own cock erupt into the air. Cum rained down on me, covering every inch of my body. I opened my mouth and allowed some of it to stay in my tongue and throat.

Randall sighed loudly. He kneeled down, wiped his still-huge softening cock on my hair to get the cum off, and as he wagged the tiny remainder of my manhood between his pinky and thumb, said the last words he would ever say out loud to me. “bye bye baby boy,” he cooed. I hope you enjoyed your brief time being a man.”

He stood up, and took a picture of me covered in cum with my 1-inch cock sticking up. He texted me later that day with a copy. The caption said - “if you ever try to contact me again, this photo goes out to your entire contact list. I’ll be watching the dating apps too. No sexual contact with anybody or your little secret is out. Bye man, thanks for helping me become a god, and sorry for ruining your sex life (even though you asked for it).”

For some reason, I followed Randall’s commands. I haven’t had anything resembling sex for years. The rest of my life is reasonably normal. Every once in a while, though, I take my stub between my fingers, remember the penis that I used to have, and most of all, recall the burned image in my head of my best friend, and his beautiful cock that took my manhood.