The Incorrect Ritual (Muscle and Penis Size Theft)
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Chapter 7: Resistance is Futile
Before I got started giving Daemon the best blowjob of his life, I wanted to know just how big he actually was. Since I was already on my knees, I crawled over to my desk where I had a tool that was perfect for this occasion. Crawling back to Daemon, I had a plastic tape measure in my mouth and I knew just how I would use it.
“Daemon, you already know that the most erotic thing you have ever encountered is my mouth. No pussy could compare to the feelings that you get from having my tongue slide up and down your gigantic pole. You will be tempted to be sweet and nice to me, hoping that I will let you release quickly. I advise you against such lies. I know who you really are and I expect you to treat me just like you have over the last 6 or seven years. I want to take my vengeance on you and not some hypnotized love bunny that will do anything, I say. You are still very straight and the only reason that you are willing to have me go down on you is because of my supreme oral skills and my mouth that you can’t get off your mind.”
“Oh and Daemon, what happens if you come without my permission?” I quizzed him to make sure that my message yesterday was clear.
“You get to take an inch of my penis for yourself.” He responded exactly as I had told him to.
Of course, he will only think that I have taken an inch of his dick, in reality I will still have the four-incher that I have always had and he will have the rod from heaven.
Deciding, I had talked enough, I reached up into Daemon’s lap and pulled open his towel that he was still wearing form his shower. Lying in front of my draped over his right leg nearly touching his knee, was the thick trouser snake that had caused me numerous emotions, including jealousy, desire, and most of all envy. As I picked up his nearly nine inch soft cock, I was amazed at how heavy he was. While this was the second time, I had been this close to Daemon’s dick; I barely remember the first experience since we were both completely drunk. I vividly remember that it was as long as my forearm and almost as thick, however the heft and weight were new revelations that I was discovering for what I believed to be the first time.
As I heaved his massive schlong into the air, he seemed indifferent to my advances, remaining completely soft until I licked my lips showing off the littlest tip of my tongue. One glimpse of my tongue and Daemon was in full growth mode and grow it did. I couldn’t help but wonder…if the mere sight of my tongue created such a “hard” reaction, what was going to happen when I started to actually use my tongue on his dick. I didn’t have to wait long.
I spit on his tool under the delusion that my spit would serve as some sort of magical lubricant that will help me put a 10 to 12 inch spike down my four or five inch throat. Not but a few seconds into the blowjob, I was already tearing up and gagging on his jackhammer.
About 12 minutes into the blowjob, I still had only been able to get about 3/4ths of the way down his shaft, My mouth could only go so far, leaving more than enough room for my hand to also get in on the action. As I attempted to place my hand around the base of his dick, I noticed two things. First, my hand somehow looked smaller in comparison to his fleshy tree trunk and second, as I wrapped my hand around the root of his cock my fingers never actually touched. I had drinking glasses that weren’t as wide as my roommate’s immense cock. With incredible effort and dexterity I started to jack him off while at the same time, I continued to blow him. A few seconds into the BJ, hand-job combo, I realized that there was still considerable room around Daemon’s shaft. I reached up with my other hand and stacked it on top of the other.
“Fuck this bitch…there is no way this asshole deserves a dick like this,” I thought to myself. Daemon was clearly a three hander and truth be told he was actually much closer to four.
“Mother fucker…Honestly, who has a four hander cock? Those only exist in porn and amateur erotic writing,” I swore.
“I do,” he said, his voice dripping with such pride and contempt. Had I not had these powers, I never would have had the courage to pursue him. But now bolstered with my gift, I was ready to take on the world.
“Look at my massive cock,” responded Daemon with a cocky smile that I was determined to wipe of his face. I decided then and there that four inches or not I was going to bitch slap the smirk right off Daemon’s face.
As I continued to jack him and blow him, I could tell he was at his maximum length, so I stopped just long enough for the two of us to capture both his length and his girth. I had always believed the girls that he was with when they said he was 11 inches, but during our tryst in the showers, it seemed pretty evident that his dick had grown since we graduated from High School this last spring. I had never measured Daemon’s before, not that he would have let me before I gained these powers, but I was pretty sure that he had grown yet another inch. The time for wondering and guessing was finally over. I was going to put all doubt to rest and determine a true measurement once and for all.
As I unraveled the tape measure, I kept hoping for a shorter measurement. Something inside me was desperate to deny Daemon a cock size that only one in Billions actually has. I couldn’t quite understand it but I kept thinking maybe he is just a really thick 10 incher, if that were true then maybe I could be less jealous of him, and less controlled by his anaconda.
“Stand up and hold your dick completely still and perpendicular to the floor.”
He jumped up to obey me.
As I snaked the tape measure down his dick, I was amazed that it was nearly two inches before I got to the end of the head. His cock head was as long as my entire flaccid staff. Continuing past this first revelation I slowly marched the tape measure down his tree trunk. 8 inches damn there is so much more of his dick to go there is no way that he is only 9 or 10 inches I told myself, 9 inches, I was getting horribly jealous. Why did this asshole get the dick of my dreams? 10 inches I hadn’t even reached the pubic hair yet. 11 inches motherfucker had grown there was still more size to go. When the tape measure stopped it registered 12 and1/8 inches.
I swear that if I had looked down at myself at that exact moment, I would have had a lovely shade of green skin. I was so envious that I couldn’t think straight, all I kept thinking was that I was going to teach him what it was like to have a four-inch dick, if it killed me. I was going to fuck with his mind so bad that each time he ejaculated he was going to feel the sting and loss of an inch. Within just 8 loads, Daemon’s life would completely change. In his mind he would think that his dick had gone from one that every guy in the world desired and envied, to a nub that was so small that it could get lost in the surrounding pubic hair. This cruel realization only fed my desire for vengeance.
I decided that I was going to saver this experience and that I would find new and creative ways to torture him each ejaculation experience would be a unique and creative punishment for what he had done to me over the last six or seven years.
I was already having quite the effect on him and while I wanted him to cum, I didn’t want it to be right away. While this might have been an act of vengeance, I was going to have fun while it happened. I decided to slow down the blowjob so that he would last longer.
“Daemon, hey Daemon,” It took several times of repeating his name to get him out of the trance that my superior blow job – hand job combo had put him in.
“Uh? What…What the fuck do you want?” He said still under my influence to treat me as he always had.
“Tell me how you first realized you had a big cock.” I said as I slowly began to fiddle with my own dick while still lick the shaft of his, without getting him too hot and bothered.
“Why the fuck…”
“Daemon you want to tell me about the first time you realized you had a big dick, it turns you on to tell me the complete truth,” I commanded not waiting for him to go though the big production of the fact that he isn’t gay yada yada yada…”
“So yeah, how I first realized I had a big dick is a fucking awesome story. I was visiting my Aunt and Uncle and hanging out with my two twin older cousins, and three of their friends. My cousins and their friends were home from college for the summer and so my parents though it would be a good idea to send me up to visit for a week. On the second day I was there my cousins were bragging to their friends that I could out shoot them in baskets even though I was younger and way shorter. My cousins friends were good sports about it at first, kind of laughing it off, but my cousins who I had beat in ever basketball game since I was 10 or so, were pushing them to bet.
After hearing they were pussies for the six or seventh time the guys finally took my cousins bet. My cousins, and I met up with them at the city YMCA at noon the next day. The 3-on-3 game started out really friendly just the twins and I versus my cousins’ three friends. I guess they must have felt bad about the fact that one of the guys they were playing was a full foot shorter than them.
After they went down 8 to nothing they quickly realized I was no joke. Things started to pick up and they were furious to realize that my cousins had just sharked them out of hundred bucks.
The three of them demanded best two out of three and then best three out of five, but after trouncing them three games in a row, they quit while they were behind.
Since it was the middle of the summer and we were all burning up we headed into the showers to clean up.
As we headed into the locker room the guys kept going on and on about how fucking amazing my handling skills were and how much better I was than they expected. I had never had so many guys give me so much praise before. In fact up until then I had just kind of been a quite guy that not many people knew. The guys kept asking me why I wasn’t on the school team and telling me that they had all played in high school so clearly I was good enough if I could beat them.
I could tell my cousins were getting kind of pissed that all of the attention was on me. Secretly that just added to how good I was feeling. Between making my cousins jealous and getting all this praise from their three friends, I was feeling really good about myself. All that went away though as soon as we got to the locker room. For the first time ever, I was going to be changing clothes in front of other guys.
I kind of held back, taking a detour to the urinals hoping that I could stall long enough for them to rinse off. I figured if I timed it right, I could sneak in and clean myself off and then be done before they were finished dressing. The plan seemed like it was working. When I came back in the changing area, I could hear that the five of them had gone into the shower room.
Since the changing room had a lull in the traffic, I took the chance to change and slip into a towel. I sat on the bench for what seemed like an hour, but in reality was closer to five minutes. I would have sat their for as long as it took, but there was this group of retirees that came in and were getting ready for a game of shuffle board or ping pong or what ever they retires play around my cousins farming community home up in Kentucky. Well the old guys kept staring at me like I was going to try and break in their lockers and steal their stuff, so I decided that I would just get dressed. Just as I got my shorts on, my cousin Walsh popped out to grab his shampoo.
I remember like it was yesterday when Walsh said, “Hey little dude, your gonna take a shower right? I mean you were going to at least soap up or something, right?”
I was fucked, I had been called out and now, I had no choice, and I didn’t want to look like I was scared of the shower or something.
“Yeah, yeah I will be right in”
I reluctantly started to pull my shirt off as Walsh headed back into the shower.
When he was back in the shower room, I pulled off the rest of my clothes and threw the towel back on. I tentatively made my way into the shower room hoping that I could sneak into one of the private stalls and get washed up before any of the guys realized I was in and out. When I rounded the corner to my great regret there were no stalls, the guys were all standing around this giant room with showerheads every few feet. The guys themselves were completely any each others space, laughing and talking about some chick that they had all “hung out with” they were slapping backs and punching each others arms, typical locker room shit that I was not yet exposed to. I wanted to turn and run, but the five of them paused their laughing and rough housing just long enough to turn to see who had come into the room.
Before I got started giving Daemon the best blowjob of his life, I wanted to know just how big he actually was. Since I was already on my knees, I crawled over to my desk where I had a tool that was perfect for this occasion. Crawling back to Daemon, I had a plastic tape measure in my mouth and I knew just how I would use it.
“Daemon, you already know that the most erotic thing you have ever encountered is my mouth. No pussy could compare to the feelings that you get from having my tongue slide up and down your gigantic pole. You will be tempted to be sweet and nice to me, hoping that I will let you release quickly. I advise you against such lies. I know who you really are and I expect you to treat me just like you have over the last 6 or seven years. I want to take my vengeance on you and not some hypnotized love bunny that will do anything, I say. You are still very straight and the only reason that you are willing to have me go down on you is because of my supreme oral skills and my mouth that you can’t get off your mind.”
“Oh and Daemon, what happens if you come without my permission?” I quizzed him to make sure that my message yesterday was clear.
“You get to take an inch of my penis for yourself.” He responded exactly as I had told him to.
Of course, he will only think that I have taken an inch of his dick, in reality I will still have the four-incher that I have always had and he will have the rod from heaven.
Deciding, I had talked enough, I reached up into Daemon’s lap and pulled open his towel that he was still wearing form his shower. Lying in front of my draped over his right leg nearly touching his knee, was the thick trouser snake that had caused me numerous emotions, including jealousy, desire, and most of all envy. As I picked up his nearly nine inch soft cock, I was amazed at how heavy he was. While this was the second time, I had been this close to Daemon’s dick; I barely remember the first experience since we were both completely drunk. I vividly remember that it was as long as my forearm and almost as thick, however the heft and weight were new revelations that I was discovering for what I believed to be the first time.
As I heaved his massive schlong into the air, he seemed indifferent to my advances, remaining completely soft until I licked my lips showing off the littlest tip of my tongue. One glimpse of my tongue and Daemon was in full growth mode and grow it did. I couldn’t help but wonder…if the mere sight of my tongue created such a “hard” reaction, what was going to happen when I started to actually use my tongue on his dick. I didn’t have to wait long.
I spit on his tool under the delusion that my spit would serve as some sort of magical lubricant that will help me put a 10 to 12 inch spike down my four or five inch throat. Not but a few seconds into the blowjob, I was already tearing up and gagging on his jackhammer.
About 12 minutes into the blowjob, I still had only been able to get about 3/4ths of the way down his shaft, My mouth could only go so far, leaving more than enough room for my hand to also get in on the action. As I attempted to place my hand around the base of his dick, I noticed two things. First, my hand somehow looked smaller in comparison to his fleshy tree trunk and second, as I wrapped my hand around the root of his cock my fingers never actually touched. I had drinking glasses that weren’t as wide as my roommate’s immense cock. With incredible effort and dexterity I started to jack him off while at the same time, I continued to blow him. A few seconds into the BJ, hand-job combo, I realized that there was still considerable room around Daemon’s shaft. I reached up with my other hand and stacked it on top of the other.
“Fuck this bitch…there is no way this asshole deserves a dick like this,” I thought to myself. Daemon was clearly a three hander and truth be told he was actually much closer to four.
“Mother fucker…Honestly, who has a four hander cock? Those only exist in porn and amateur erotic writing,” I swore.
“I do,” he said, his voice dripping with such pride and contempt. Had I not had these powers, I never would have had the courage to pursue him. But now bolstered with my gift, I was ready to take on the world.
“Look at my massive cock,” responded Daemon with a cocky smile that I was determined to wipe of his face. I decided then and there that four inches or not I was going to bitch slap the smirk right off Daemon’s face.
As I continued to jack him and blow him, I could tell he was at his maximum length, so I stopped just long enough for the two of us to capture both his length and his girth. I had always believed the girls that he was with when they said he was 11 inches, but during our tryst in the showers, it seemed pretty evident that his dick had grown since we graduated from High School this last spring. I had never measured Daemon’s before, not that he would have let me before I gained these powers, but I was pretty sure that he had grown yet another inch. The time for wondering and guessing was finally over. I was going to put all doubt to rest and determine a true measurement once and for all.
As I unraveled the tape measure, I kept hoping for a shorter measurement. Something inside me was desperate to deny Daemon a cock size that only one in Billions actually has. I couldn’t quite understand it but I kept thinking maybe he is just a really thick 10 incher, if that were true then maybe I could be less jealous of him, and less controlled by his anaconda.
“Stand up and hold your dick completely still and perpendicular to the floor.”
He jumped up to obey me.
As I snaked the tape measure down his dick, I was amazed that it was nearly two inches before I got to the end of the head. His cock head was as long as my entire flaccid staff. Continuing past this first revelation I slowly marched the tape measure down his tree trunk. 8 inches damn there is so much more of his dick to go there is no way that he is only 9 or 10 inches I told myself, 9 inches, I was getting horribly jealous. Why did this asshole get the dick of my dreams? 10 inches I hadn’t even reached the pubic hair yet. 11 inches motherfucker had grown there was still more size to go. When the tape measure stopped it registered 12 and1/8 inches.
I swear that if I had looked down at myself at that exact moment, I would have had a lovely shade of green skin. I was so envious that I couldn’t think straight, all I kept thinking was that I was going to teach him what it was like to have a four-inch dick, if it killed me. I was going to fuck with his mind so bad that each time he ejaculated he was going to feel the sting and loss of an inch. Within just 8 loads, Daemon’s life would completely change. In his mind he would think that his dick had gone from one that every guy in the world desired and envied, to a nub that was so small that it could get lost in the surrounding pubic hair. This cruel realization only fed my desire for vengeance.
I decided that I was going to saver this experience and that I would find new and creative ways to torture him each ejaculation experience would be a unique and creative punishment for what he had done to me over the last six or seven years.
I was already having quite the effect on him and while I wanted him to cum, I didn’t want it to be right away. While this might have been an act of vengeance, I was going to have fun while it happened. I decided to slow down the blowjob so that he would last longer.
“Daemon, hey Daemon,” It took several times of repeating his name to get him out of the trance that my superior blow job – hand job combo had put him in.
“Uh? What…What the fuck do you want?” He said still under my influence to treat me as he always had.
“Tell me how you first realized you had a big cock.” I said as I slowly began to fiddle with my own dick while still lick the shaft of his, without getting him too hot and bothered.
“Why the fuck…”
“Daemon you want to tell me about the first time you realized you had a big dick, it turns you on to tell me the complete truth,” I commanded not waiting for him to go though the big production of the fact that he isn’t gay yada yada yada…”
“So yeah, how I first realized I had a big dick is a fucking awesome story. I was visiting my Aunt and Uncle and hanging out with my two twin older cousins, and three of their friends. My cousins and their friends were home from college for the summer and so my parents though it would be a good idea to send me up to visit for a week. On the second day I was there my cousins were bragging to their friends that I could out shoot them in baskets even though I was younger and way shorter. My cousins friends were good sports about it at first, kind of laughing it off, but my cousins who I had beat in ever basketball game since I was 10 or so, were pushing them to bet.
After hearing they were pussies for the six or seventh time the guys finally took my cousins bet. My cousins, and I met up with them at the city YMCA at noon the next day. The 3-on-3 game started out really friendly just the twins and I versus my cousins’ three friends. I guess they must have felt bad about the fact that one of the guys they were playing was a full foot shorter than them.
After they went down 8 to nothing they quickly realized I was no joke. Things started to pick up and they were furious to realize that my cousins had just sharked them out of hundred bucks.
The three of them demanded best two out of three and then best three out of five, but after trouncing them three games in a row, they quit while they were behind.
Since it was the middle of the summer and we were all burning up we headed into the showers to clean up.
As we headed into the locker room the guys kept going on and on about how fucking amazing my handling skills were and how much better I was than they expected. I had never had so many guys give me so much praise before. In fact up until then I had just kind of been a quite guy that not many people knew. The guys kept asking me why I wasn’t on the school team and telling me that they had all played in high school so clearly I was good enough if I could beat them.
I could tell my cousins were getting kind of pissed that all of the attention was on me. Secretly that just added to how good I was feeling. Between making my cousins jealous and getting all this praise from their three friends, I was feeling really good about myself. All that went away though as soon as we got to the locker room. For the first time ever, I was going to be changing clothes in front of other guys.
I kind of held back, taking a detour to the urinals hoping that I could stall long enough for them to rinse off. I figured if I timed it right, I could sneak in and clean myself off and then be done before they were finished dressing. The plan seemed like it was working. When I came back in the changing area, I could hear that the five of them had gone into the shower room.
Since the changing room had a lull in the traffic, I took the chance to change and slip into a towel. I sat on the bench for what seemed like an hour, but in reality was closer to five minutes. I would have sat their for as long as it took, but there was this group of retirees that came in and were getting ready for a game of shuffle board or ping pong or what ever they retires play around my cousins farming community home up in Kentucky. Well the old guys kept staring at me like I was going to try and break in their lockers and steal their stuff, so I decided that I would just get dressed. Just as I got my shorts on, my cousin Walsh popped out to grab his shampoo.
I remember like it was yesterday when Walsh said, “Hey little dude, your gonna take a shower right? I mean you were going to at least soap up or something, right?”
I was fucked, I had been called out and now, I had no choice, and I didn’t want to look like I was scared of the shower or something.
“Yeah, yeah I will be right in”
I reluctantly started to pull my shirt off as Walsh headed back into the shower.
When he was back in the shower room, I pulled off the rest of my clothes and threw the towel back on. I tentatively made my way into the shower room hoping that I could sneak into one of the private stalls and get washed up before any of the guys realized I was in and out. When I rounded the corner to my great regret there were no stalls, the guys were all standing around this giant room with showerheads every few feet. The guys themselves were completely any each others space, laughing and talking about some chick that they had all “hung out with” they were slapping backs and punching each others arms, typical locker room shit that I was not yet exposed to. I wanted to turn and run, but the five of them paused their laughing and rough housing just long enough to turn to see who had come into the room.
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‘There you are Spud Webb’ called my cousins tallest friend.
The rest of the guys laughed at the nickname. I wasn’t sure if I should take it as a complement or not being called one of the shortest basketball players of all times. But I figured better to laugh it off than call unwanted attention to myself.
The guys quickly lost interest in me as I walked to the nearest showerhead and turned it on. They were back to their ass grabbing and talking about girls so quickly that I figured that maybe they would distract themselves. As soon as the water was warm, I hung up my towel on the closest hook and headed under the water.
Even under the water they were a loud bunch, at the time, I was kind of shy and quiet, like I told you earlier. I really didn’t have many friends and having not been on a team yet, did not realize this boisterous behavior was part of the looker room experience.
As the warm water washed over me, I lathered up my hair and then got under the water. I closed my eyes as I washed the shampoo from my hair. As I stood under the water, I imagined that I was standing under a waterfall. After a few seconds of being under the water, I suddenly realized that the room was quiet. I finished removing the shampoo and opened my eyes figuring the guys had headed back into the changing room.
As I blinked open my eyes. I realized that none of the guys had left the room. They were all standing around the room, but they were in complete silence. None of them were saying anything at first; they were all just kind of standing their completely slack jawed.
‘What’ I asked ‘what are y’all staring at?’
I was ready to be made fun of by the college guys, what I wasn’t prepared for was what came next.
‘Holy mother of God’ came the answer from my other cousin Marty.
‘That mother fucker is huge’ came from the guy that had called me Spud Webb.
It took me a second to realize what they were talking about, but when I realized they were talking about the meat between my legs, I dropped my eyes for the first time.
Now looking at the other five guys, I realized that they were right. Turns out, I had been embarrassed about myself for no reason. Having never changed in the locker rooms before, I figured that all guys were about my size, but now standing in front of these five college students. I realized that I ranged from bigger to massively bigger. Unfortunately for my poor cousins their little Vienna sausages did not even come close to stacking up against me.
As my eyes darted back and forth, I realized that I was so much bigger than these guys. At first, I wasn’t sure what to say or do, so I sat there quiet and then I just said the first thing that came to my mind.
‘Damn you guys are small.’
I could tell that none of them liked that too much.
‘Fuck that,’ said the most muscular of my cousin’s friends. ‘I ain’t small, my dick is bigger than anyone on the college wrestling team.’
The really tall guy fond of calling me Spud spoke up next. ‘Dude we aren’t small next to regular guys. Maybe compared to your elephant cock, but not next to normal humans.’
There praise kept going for about five or ten more minutes and as the water got cold and I started into the changing room, I noticed something. These guys that 10 minutes before had this air of superiority were now following me into the changing room, and still asking me questions about how big I was and how long does it get when I was hard. I explained that I never measured it but they didn’t believe me.
I never saw the tall one or the third friend again, but the really muscular one I saw him nearly every day that I was at my cousins. Every where I was he just kind of appeared and on the second to last day while my cousins were out helping my uncle on the farm. The muscular dude whose name was Mark pulled up in his pick up truck, a fifth of whiskey, and his girlfriend.
Long story short, the three of us got trashed and he and I fucked her for all she was worth. That night, I drank for the first time, lost my virginity, and realized that my dick made me the fucking man and I have grown a whole bunch since way back then, but that is a different story.”
Daemon’s story was so hot that I was nearly ready to spunk and so was he. It seems that the hotter his story got the harder I must of stroked because his dick was an angry red and I could tell from the sweat on his forehead and the way he was squeezing his thighs together that he was doing everything he could not to cum.
I was damn close and I was gone to make sure that if I got off so did he.
He started breathing heavier and I reached out with my tongue again this time attacking his balls. I continued with my long stroke as I bathed his balls sucking each of them in one at a time.
I moved up to the head of his massive shlong and started licking the bottom side where my dick is the most sensitive. It must have been a sensitive spot for him as well since he was nearly jumping up and down out of his seat.
“Zach…please stop I am gonna cum,” he begged.
That plea told me that I was on the right track.
Another minute of working his head and top of his shaft and he was nearly standing up out of the seat he had been sitting in.
“Please stop or let me cum.” He begged.
I laughed at him and started lightly gliding my fingers up his inner thigh.
“Zach oh stop please fuck, stop oh my stop,” he cried again.
I pulled back with in seconds of him shooting his nut. He sighed so loudly that the dead could hear his relief.
I only paused for about 10 seconds and then I grabbed hold of his shaft and my tongue went for his balls again.
Not but 30 seconds later he was fidgeting and hopping around again.
“I am so close please let me cum.” He begged.
“If you cum, you are doing it with out my permission,” I said.
I was relentless as I spit down on his foot long pole giving my hand more lube as I sped up the hand job he was nearly in tears. I could actually see his thigh and ass muscles desperately trying to hold back the cum.
“Oh Zach stop”
I ignored him.
“Oh please sir…sir…please sir stop.”
I loved the fact that my torturer for the last six years had just called me sir. He had just given me that kind of power and he was still under my influence to treat me just as he always had.
“Oh fuck sir...” he cried out.
Once again I pulled away just as he was on the verge of coming.
Back and forth I went three more times and on the last time he called out begging for me to let him cum. I just said no. As he begged me to stop. I doubled down on the sped and the grip that I was using on his massive dong.
“Oh fuck sir please stop please let me blow oh I can’t think I can’t I just nee to….”
“Blow” and blow he did.
His jizz was like a volcano all over my hand. His balls had worked overtime churning out the gallon of cum that had drenched my hand.
I was prepared to order him to calm down after he shot his load without my permission, but instead of him freaking out. He was asleep in what seemed like seconds. I guess if I had blown a load large enough to fill a mayonnaise jar, I might fall asleep right away too.
I was kind of bummed that he fell asleep so fast as I wanted to see what his reaction was going to be to his feeling of losing an inch of his cock, but I figured that I would have plenty of time to find out, plus I was planning to order him to bring on of the sorority chicks over tonight after the chapter meeting so maybe it would be fun to see how the loss of an inch would be as he was fucking one of his chicks.
I stood up to go and wash my right hand as it was covered in his spunk. As I stood up I had this weird feeling that something wasn’t quite right. As I walked toward the small sink in our dorm, something about my own dick just didn’t quite feel right.
I was just about to investigate when, my phone started blowing up. I thought I would ignore it and drop my own load since I had stopped pulling on my dick when Daemon blew his load all over my arm. However, when I realized it was Jeff, I decided to answer.
“Bro, what’s up?” I asked Jeff.
A frantic Jeff responded. “Dude can you come to the campus police station?”
“What? What happened?” I asked worried for Jeff.
“Um, well I uh beat the shit out of Roger and now I am being held by the police until one of the two of us explain what happened and well um you told us that we couldn’t discuss anything about this with anyone but you.”
“You? You beat the fuck out of Roger? He is like 5 times your size.” I stated.
“Yeah about that,” Jeff said.
The rest of the guys laughed at the nickname. I wasn’t sure if I should take it as a complement or not being called one of the shortest basketball players of all times. But I figured better to laugh it off than call unwanted attention to myself.
The guys quickly lost interest in me as I walked to the nearest showerhead and turned it on. They were back to their ass grabbing and talking about girls so quickly that I figured that maybe they would distract themselves. As soon as the water was warm, I hung up my towel on the closest hook and headed under the water.
Even under the water they were a loud bunch, at the time, I was kind of shy and quiet, like I told you earlier. I really didn’t have many friends and having not been on a team yet, did not realize this boisterous behavior was part of the looker room experience.
As the warm water washed over me, I lathered up my hair and then got under the water. I closed my eyes as I washed the shampoo from my hair. As I stood under the water, I imagined that I was standing under a waterfall. After a few seconds of being under the water, I suddenly realized that the room was quiet. I finished removing the shampoo and opened my eyes figuring the guys had headed back into the changing room.
As I blinked open my eyes. I realized that none of the guys had left the room. They were all standing around the room, but they were in complete silence. None of them were saying anything at first; they were all just kind of standing their completely slack jawed.
‘What’ I asked ‘what are y’all staring at?’
I was ready to be made fun of by the college guys, what I wasn’t prepared for was what came next.
‘Holy mother of God’ came the answer from my other cousin Marty.
‘That mother fucker is huge’ came from the guy that had called me Spud Webb.
It took me a second to realize what they were talking about, but when I realized they were talking about the meat between my legs, I dropped my eyes for the first time.
Now looking at the other five guys, I realized that they were right. Turns out, I had been embarrassed about myself for no reason. Having never changed in the locker rooms before, I figured that all guys were about my size, but now standing in front of these five college students. I realized that I ranged from bigger to massively bigger. Unfortunately for my poor cousins their little Vienna sausages did not even come close to stacking up against me.
As my eyes darted back and forth, I realized that I was so much bigger than these guys. At first, I wasn’t sure what to say or do, so I sat there quiet and then I just said the first thing that came to my mind.
‘Damn you guys are small.’
I could tell that none of them liked that too much.
‘Fuck that,’ said the most muscular of my cousin’s friends. ‘I ain’t small, my dick is bigger than anyone on the college wrestling team.’
The really tall guy fond of calling me Spud spoke up next. ‘Dude we aren’t small next to regular guys. Maybe compared to your elephant cock, but not next to normal humans.’
There praise kept going for about five or ten more minutes and as the water got cold and I started into the changing room, I noticed something. These guys that 10 minutes before had this air of superiority were now following me into the changing room, and still asking me questions about how big I was and how long does it get when I was hard. I explained that I never measured it but they didn’t believe me.
I never saw the tall one or the third friend again, but the really muscular one I saw him nearly every day that I was at my cousins. Every where I was he just kind of appeared and on the second to last day while my cousins were out helping my uncle on the farm. The muscular dude whose name was Mark pulled up in his pick up truck, a fifth of whiskey, and his girlfriend.
Long story short, the three of us got trashed and he and I fucked her for all she was worth. That night, I drank for the first time, lost my virginity, and realized that my dick made me the fucking man and I have grown a whole bunch since way back then, but that is a different story.”
Daemon’s story was so hot that I was nearly ready to spunk and so was he. It seems that the hotter his story got the harder I must of stroked because his dick was an angry red and I could tell from the sweat on his forehead and the way he was squeezing his thighs together that he was doing everything he could not to cum.
I was damn close and I was gone to make sure that if I got off so did he.
He started breathing heavier and I reached out with my tongue again this time attacking his balls. I continued with my long stroke as I bathed his balls sucking each of them in one at a time.
I moved up to the head of his massive shlong and started licking the bottom side where my dick is the most sensitive. It must have been a sensitive spot for him as well since he was nearly jumping up and down out of his seat.
“Zach…please stop I am gonna cum,” he begged.
That plea told me that I was on the right track.
Another minute of working his head and top of his shaft and he was nearly standing up out of the seat he had been sitting in.
“Please stop or let me cum.” He begged.
I laughed at him and started lightly gliding my fingers up his inner thigh.
“Zach oh stop please fuck, stop oh my stop,” he cried again.
I pulled back with in seconds of him shooting his nut. He sighed so loudly that the dead could hear his relief.
I only paused for about 10 seconds and then I grabbed hold of his shaft and my tongue went for his balls again.
Not but 30 seconds later he was fidgeting and hopping around again.
“I am so close please let me cum.” He begged.
“If you cum, you are doing it with out my permission,” I said.
I was relentless as I spit down on his foot long pole giving my hand more lube as I sped up the hand job he was nearly in tears. I could actually see his thigh and ass muscles desperately trying to hold back the cum.
“Oh Zach stop”
I ignored him.
“Oh please sir…sir…please sir stop.”
I loved the fact that my torturer for the last six years had just called me sir. He had just given me that kind of power and he was still under my influence to treat me just as he always had.
“Oh fuck sir...” he cried out.
Once again I pulled away just as he was on the verge of coming.
Back and forth I went three more times and on the last time he called out begging for me to let him cum. I just said no. As he begged me to stop. I doubled down on the sped and the grip that I was using on his massive dong.
“Oh fuck sir please stop please let me blow oh I can’t think I can’t I just nee to….”
“Blow” and blow he did.
His jizz was like a volcano all over my hand. His balls had worked overtime churning out the gallon of cum that had drenched my hand.
I was prepared to order him to calm down after he shot his load without my permission, but instead of him freaking out. He was asleep in what seemed like seconds. I guess if I had blown a load large enough to fill a mayonnaise jar, I might fall asleep right away too.
I was kind of bummed that he fell asleep so fast as I wanted to see what his reaction was going to be to his feeling of losing an inch of his cock, but I figured that I would have plenty of time to find out, plus I was planning to order him to bring on of the sorority chicks over tonight after the chapter meeting so maybe it would be fun to see how the loss of an inch would be as he was fucking one of his chicks.
I stood up to go and wash my right hand as it was covered in his spunk. As I stood up I had this weird feeling that something wasn’t quite right. As I walked toward the small sink in our dorm, something about my own dick just didn’t quite feel right.
I was just about to investigate when, my phone started blowing up. I thought I would ignore it and drop my own load since I had stopped pulling on my dick when Daemon blew his load all over my arm. However, when I realized it was Jeff, I decided to answer.
“Bro, what’s up?” I asked Jeff.
A frantic Jeff responded. “Dude can you come to the campus police station?”
“What? What happened?” I asked worried for Jeff.
“Um, well I uh beat the shit out of Roger and now I am being held by the police until one of the two of us explain what happened and well um you told us that we couldn’t discuss anything about this with anyone but you.”
“You? You beat the fuck out of Roger? He is like 5 times your size.” I stated.
“Yeah about that,” Jeff said.
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Thanks for the patience...I blame Halloween and Vodka for the delay. Hope you all like it...It's a slight bit different and a bit darker. I will be back to Daemon and the rest of the fraternity after this chapter. Let me know if you like this one. I enjoyed a bit of departure from what I usually fantasize about.
