BOYCLIT – CHAPTER TWO
This story involves teenager(s) (of legal age) dominating an older man; small penis humiliation; and elements of `magical realism' to heighten the dick size disparity. I hope you enjoy.
I've not made the characters use condoms because I know the bareback obsessives among you will freak out, but in real life I use them and frankly you should too.
Thank you to everyone who wrote in after chapter one, with ideas or just to say they'd enjoyed the story – it's a great motivator to write more. Thank you also to the many Nifty authors I've enjoyed for over half my lifetime (and many of whose tropes I have shamelessly pilfered!).
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End of Chapter One:
We sat there in another minute of stunned silence before he said. "Right. Bed." He realised I didn't know where that was and he led the way. We walked up another flight of stairs to his bedroom. It was dark but he pulled me towards what felt to be a large bed with soft cotton sheets. He manoeuvred me down his shorter muscular body and down the bed, so we would be comfortable with him taking his rightful position as big spoon. As we drifted off to sleep I felt his huge cock hardening up between my thighs.
"That's right, you little fuckslut," he half mumbled, "almost nine inches of cock stretched your little throat tonight. And you and that little three-and-a-half–inch boyclit couldn't be happier about it."
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Chapter Two:
"Wake up."
I stirred in my sleep.
"I said wake up, fuckslut," Xavier repeated.
My eyes opened, and I blinked in the unfamiliar surroundings. Silhouetted in the morning light from the large sash windows behind him, I saw Xavier. His adonis-like body, the muscled shoulders tapering down to his narrow waist, accentuated by the light contrast. Just as my eyes were adjusting, Xavier turned to the side into profile and reached down, grabbing his huge dick, jutting out nearly nine inches from his body. My pupils dilated.
"That got your attention," he said. I tried to sit up and noticed for the first time my hands were bound together. I looked down and saw the yellow linen tape measure tied around my wrists. I glanced up apprehensively at Xavier.
"I always have a massive hard-on in the mornings," he continued, "well, I have massive hard-ons all the time. But there's something about you that gives me a hard-on even more massive than usual. And I don't just mean comparatively." He laughed. "Your little pecker seems to get morning wood too." He laughed again. "Can't say it's massive though."
We both glanced down to my crotch, where my tiny erection stuck out from my pubes, somehow even smaller than when I woke up yesterday. I started to blush.
"You know what's going to happen today, don't you?" Xavier asked.
I was about to shake my head.
"And remember," he said, half-exasperatedly, "I said don't lie to me – ever. I will know."
My voice croaked – from having just woken up, from being frightened and from the brutal hammering my throat had taken from Xavier's big cock the night before. "You're– You're going to want to fuck me?" I asked.
"Close." Xavier said, smirking suggestively, "But I'm not going to want to fuck you. I AM going to fuck you."
He stepped onto the bed and sat heavily astride my chest. I tried to struggle to make myself less uncomfortable, aware once more of the measuring tape restraining my wrists. Even though he wasn't halfway up my torso, his enormous cock easy reached my face. He grabbed it once more with his hand and started slapping it against my lips and cheeks. While dicks may be made from flesh, the force from being whacked by an object as big as Xavier's dick – especially somewhere where one's instinct is to protect it, like your face – is considerable. His face, however, seemed to enjoy the wincing expressions mine pulled each time his massive dick made impact. He seemed especially to like the loud sounds it made when it connected with my cheek. I stopped struggling beneath him, and contentedly stared up at the gratification on his face.
"What is this?" he asked, giving my face one hard final whack with his cock.
"It's your– your– your dick," I answered. I do not have a stammer, I should mention, but something about Xavier made me a ball of nerves.
"Try again," he said with faux disappointment.
"It's– It's your fuckclub," I said, my miniscule morning wood straining as I said it. Truly it was a fuckclub. No less than a harmful weapon when the mood took him, as my aching throat could attest.
"Well done," Xavier said, sounding like a condescending schoolmaster even though he was over ten years my junior, "And tell me more. Tell me more about my fuckclub."
I looked up at him, his cock dominating my field of vision once again. He saw my eyes full of both fear and admiration, and I saw his drinking in my adoration. "Mmmph", he groaned, a massive glob of precum drooling from the huge helmet at the end of his enormous cock and onto my upper lip. He reached down to wipe it up with two of the fingers on his right hand before shoving them into my mouth. I ran my tongue under them hungrily, gently moaning at his essence. He removed them.
"What's the first thing you notice about my fuckclub?" he pressed.
"It's big."
He looked at me expectantly.
"Really big," I continued, wanting to please him. "I've never seen anything like it. I've seen guys' dicks before but yours is something else. Like in the changing rooms at school, I was obsessed with the other boys' dicks – I always wondered what it would be like not to be so – so small – and some of those guys had a lot of length, and some of them had a lot of girth. But you have both – your dick is really, really long and really, really thick. And– And being teenagers, sometimes the guys would get hard during PE, and some of them got a lot bigger when they did and others didn't get much bigger. But yours is big all the time – you're like a shower and a grower. After you came yesterday, your dick got a bit smaller but it was still huge. When you shoved your– your– your massive fuckclub down my throat yesterday," Xavier smiled when I said this. I continued, "I was sure it wasn't just stretching my throat – it was reaching past my collarbone."
"Good. Very good. And how does my fuckclub make you feel?" asked Xavier, clarifying further, "Mentally, as well as physically."
"Well, my throat aches," I said truthfully. Xavier smile.
"And scared," I continued, trying quickly to think. "It makes me feel scared. And also, fascinated. I have no idea what it would be like to have something so big and so powerful between my legs—"
"—and you never will—" Xavier interjected, the smirk on his face growing.
"—yes of course," I agreed, "I have no idea what it would be like to have something so big and powerful between my legs, and I never will. I have no idea what it's like to see the look on someone's face when they notice a huge bulge in my trousers, because I have no bulge at all. I have no idea what it would be like to know I have the power to stretch and penetrate someone and have them swoon at the chance to let me penetrate them—"
"—and?—" asked Xavier.
"And," I sobbed, starting to cry softly, "and– and– and I never will."
"Yeeeess," Xavier hissed. I felt his legs squeeze around my torso as another huge string of precum squeezed out of his enormous cock and onto my tear-stained face.
"Good boy," he continued. "And can you tell me," he turned around slightly and I felt his entire palm envelop my little package, "can you tell me what this is?"
"It's– It's– It's my worm," I said, stammering now through sobs rather than nerves.
"Yes, not bad. But I think given even something as insignificant as a worm buries itself in the ground, whereas this little thing will never bury itself anywhere, we should perhaps call it your boyclit."
"It's my– my boyclit."
"And tell me more about your boyclit," he asked, giving it and my sensitive little balls a painful squeeze as he looked at me, predatorily.
"It's tiny. It's really, really tiny. All throughout puberty I kept expecting it to grow, I sometimes still do even now. I desperately wanted it to grow, but while everyone else started developing into men around me it just stayed really, really small," I admitted. "I would stare at their dicks so jealously. I'd never let anyone see mine, and the rare times they did they'd looked shocked and horrified, or they'd make comments about how tiny it was, or they– they would just point and laugh."
"Good," he said earnestly, nodding his head and loosening his grip a little. "Truly, I am glad they did."
I looked up at him, hurt.
"That's exactly what they should have done. Your little boyclit is disgustingly tiny. You needed to know that. You needed to know that they knew that. You still do. And the idea that you're walking around, presenting as a man, when between your legs is something far too small to resemble anything like a dick is just ... well, it's just really objectively very funny."
I heaved a particularly heavy sob.
"But don't worry. I'm here now. I will never, ever let you forget how tiny and insignificant your little nub is. I will remind you of it constantly. And the sheer size and power of my massive fuckclub will help drive home that fact."
"Now," he said, getting off my chest and planting his big feet onto the floor – his big cock swaying as he did so, – "on with the show. But first, some ground rules."
"First of all, one of the most obvious, you are never, ever to touch that little maggot unless I expressly tell you to do so. Not in front of me, not alone, never. Clits do not get wanked, they get rubbed, but you are strictly forbidden to rub yours. The only pleasure you will ever receive is from being penetrated by The Fuckclub and that won't be for a while. That will take time – it will be painful while I stretch you so you can take me and this size. Even after then any pleasure will be incidental, as your pleasure is not something I will ever consider."
"The second rule: You are now my own personal sex slave. I will never wank again. If I were anyone else, I wouldn't need to – as I already get plenty of hole from the long queue of boys and girls desperate for a ride on this monster cock. But I am still constantly horny. From now on as soon as I so much as get a semi, I will tell you, and you will position yourself for me to fuck your throat or your arse. I don't care where you are, you will come to me and you will service mine and my cock's every need immediately. If you do not or if you take too long, there will be severe punishment – if I am left horny too long I get angry. I already like to fuck hole and fuck it hard, and you would be unwise to test my patience unless you want to see how much harder I can fuck. As you are now my sex slave, you shall call me `sir'."
"Thirdly, we have got to do something about these erections," he said, reaching down and flicking my balls, causing me to writhe in pain. "Obviously even hard your little dicklet is no threat to my fuckclub's supremacy. It is simply too small. But even the idea of it potentially penetrating something is unacceptable. It is an aberration. As with all the boys I fuck, when I'm fucking you I want to see your tiny boyclit shrivelled and flaccid. That should be its natural state, as is befitting of a passive, submissive bitch such as you."
He flicked my balls again for emphasis. "Unless, of course, I tell you to get an erection," he said. "But the only situation in which I can foresee doing that is if I need to show someone how pathetically small it is even when hard." My eyes widened.
"Which brings me onto rule number four," he went on, "as well as being my own personal sex slave, I will – of course – be sharing you with others for their amusement too. Even though they are younger than you, these are real men. None of them is packing this much," he reached down to grab his massive throbbing pride, still hard as steel, "but they are each certainly hung in their own right. Substantially bigger than your tiny little dicklet. And you will treat them accordingly, with the respect and reverence they deserve." He explained: "I was being perfectly serious when I said you need to be aware that real men know how small and pathetic your dicklet is. I want you to see the power in their eyes as they outsize you, and I want to see the submission in yours as you feel their power."
"Finally, the fifth rule. I want to be constantly reminded of how tiny your boyclit is and how massive my fuckclub is, and I want you to be reminded of it too. When I remove that tape measure from your wrists, I will tie it around your neck as a tie and you will wear it from now on. First, it will serve as something I can hold as I brutally take your virgin little hole in a few moments, claiming it as my own. Second, the tape measure around your neck will also be a constant reminder, in case your little worm is too small to serve as a reminder, of your tininess and your servitude. Third, if any man asks why you are wearing it you must tell him the truth – citing the exact measurement of your little appendage. If he asks or if he doesn't believe you, you must offer to show him and beg to see how much bigger he is. If I am not there with you, I want a full report of his reaction. Fourth, the tape measure will be readily available for whenever I want to see you measure your worthless little boyclit, see you measure my enormous fuckclub, and see the look in your eyes as it sinks in once more just how much monstrously bigger and more powerful mine is."
"Is that all understood?" he asked.
Still on his bed on my back, my sobbing had died down a little now, but tears were still streaming down my face. He leant towards me, locking my gaze onto his, and roughly licked a tongueful of the tears from my face. He closed his eyes, taking a few slow moments to savour the taste of my utter submission to him.
SLAP
He struck me across the face, causing me to gasp in shock, "I asked: Do you understand?" he repeated, calmly, my cheek stinging and my ears ringing.
"Y– Y– Y– Yes."
"Yes what?" he snapped
"Yes, s– s– sir."
"Good," he said, raising one of my legs as he climbed gracefully onto the bed; "not of course that you have much choice," he continued, as he positioned himself between my thighs, the top half of his enormous cock alone easily eclipsing my little balls and boyclit from view, while reaching up to my navel; he lifted it out of the way and leant down to dangle a long, viscous rope of spit from his big boyish clean-shaven lips onto my vulnerable hole.
He eyed me up, like a predator sizing up its helpless quarry. "You should be grateful you know. I fucking hate using lube on the boys I fuck. Even spit. It's not even that it feels better for me, and I know it doesn't feel better for the boys." He chuckled. "It's just when I want to fuck I want to fuck now," he said, spitting more forcefully onto my hole this time – he ran a finger through the saliva and position it at my sphincter, "but I'm feeling generous, as it is your first time."
And with that he plunged his finger into my virgin hole. Wincing, I tensed up immediately. "Ah, no, no, please!" I begged.
"Seriously?" asked Xavier, looking up at me bemused and unimpressed with his finger still inside me, "One finger? With my spit for lube? You are in for a very rude and wide awakening, boy."
He spat down towards where his finger was penetrating my hole, removed it a little, before reinserting it with a second. "No no no, please don't. It hurts." I tried to wriggle away. He grabbed my bound wrists with his other hand.
"Yes. It does hurt," his face broke into another winning smile, "but this, this my little fuckslut" he bucked his hips back and forth a little, causing his enormous erection – somehow even bigger than before – to come crashing up and down onto my weak and tiny package, "this is going to hurt even more." I writhed around some more, at the pain from the impact of his massive dick on my defenceless balls combined with the searing from my ass ring around his two intruding fingers, which he rotating a few times before withdrawing. He reached down and grabbed the base of his huge cock – I was still astonished at just how many inches it stretched past his fist. He pulled back and I watched as he positioned it in front of my quivering hole. I stared up at him from my back on the bed still, my legs either side of Xavier's slim waist as he gently rubbed his massive dick between my pert buttcheeks, adding a glob of his precum to the meagre lubrication offered by his spit.
"I was going to take off this tape measure and make you wear it," Xavier breathed, "but I am too fucking horny. I am going to fuck you and I am going to fuck you right now! I am going to take your cherry! I am going to split your little arse clean in two! Right ... fucking ... now!"
And with that he pushed forward – almost nine long, thick inches forward – impaling me pubes-deep on The Fuckclub.
"AAAAAAAAAAAHHH," I screamed. My vision blurred near enough into nothingness for several seconds as I adjusted to the gut-wrenching pain. When I came too I saw Xavier intense brown eyes penetrating me just as his huge dick near-lubelessly penetrated my insides. I saw him mouthing at me, and as an agony-induced white noise subsided I began to hear his words—
"Yeessss. Take it. Take my massive fucking cock you clitty little bitch," he mocked me. "Fuck! Your little hole is so tight."
I felt him tense his cock and it seemed impossibly to grow even larger within me.
"How does it feel?"
I could do nothing but clench my eyes tight shut and whimper pathetically at him.
SLAP
Once more he struck me across the face. "Look at me while me and my monstercock take your cherry, fuckslut. I asked you: how does it feel?"
"It hurts. It hurts, sir."
"That's a shame – feels great to me," he said. A wide smile crept across his face once more. "I've only just put it in," he continued, excitedly, "If it hurts now, imagine how it's going to feel when I start fucking you, you hole."
He grabbed my tape measure-bound wrists and lifted them up to his abs. Then he pushed them down, slamming them into my little ballsack.
SMASH
"AAAARRGHH. PLEEEEEASE!" I pleaded, my entire body tensing in pain.
"Please what?" he asked, before cruelly smashing my nuts with my own fists again, and again.
SMASH
SMASH
SMASH
"PLLEE– PLEEEASE!! WHYYY? SIR PLEEEASE!" I begged, through my tears.
"Why what? Why do you keep punching yourself in the balls?" he asked, childishly. "Who knows?"
He lifted my wrists up again. I winced in anticipation, closing my eyes once again.
"Look," he said, a genuine sense of wonder in his voice.
I opened my eyes, heaving back my tears, and followed his line of vision to my crotch. The incredible pain from his enormous cock, still buried in my recently virgin arse, – and his brutal and repeated slamming of my balls – had caused my already tiny dicklet to shrink into even tinier flaccidness. Tinier that I'd seen it, even flaccid, for a while.
He chuckled almost breathlessly with disbelief.
"Hhhhhhh," I gasped, feeling him start to remove his big cock. My insides reorganised themselves once more as he pulled out his massive dick, inch by inch; leaving me with a searing pain around my sore and sensitive ring, feeling deflated and empty. When he had removed The Fuckclub, somehow its hardest and biggest yet, he let it come crashing down onto my tiny package.
He spread my legs apart and moved so his dick stretched up the right side of my abdomen, halfway up my torso. "Look!" he repeated.
The difference, truly, was astonishing. My miniscule boyclit, now flaccid from pain just as Xavier had demanded, was barely an-inch-and-a-half in length or in circumference. Xavier's fuckclub, rock hard from what was clearly an enjoyable experience for him, dwarfed mine. His already huge cock had hardened past the nine-inch mark and was very nearly seven inches around. Now, in their rightful and natural states, the size disparity could leave no one in doubt as to who was in charge, the alpha, the penetrator – and who little more than passive, receptive pair of holes. Side-by-side, Xavier's erect monstercock was over five times longer and nearly twenty times girthier than the flaccid little maggot I once thought of as my penis. Right then he outsized me a hundred times over.
"I am going to fuck you so fucking hard for having a dicklet that small," Xavier said, the right side of my chest rapidly getting wet from the substantial amount of precum leaking from his huge cock. He ran his palm through it and wiped the precum roughly on my face. "Someone has got to teach you that with equipment so useless, pathetic and tiny your role is to serve for the pleasure of real men with real men-sized cocks," he explained further, "And me and this massive cock of mine are going to teach you that lesson."
He positioned himself between my legs once more this. This time, he planted his hand over my mouth as he placed his dick at my hole. He sexily bit his boyish bottom lip as he stared me right in the eyes and pushed forwards, his big hand muffling what would have been another room-shaking scream.
"Look at me," he said, after I closed my eyes again, trying to manage the pain. "Keep looking... Thaaaat's right."
I stared up at his face, watching it glow with the pleasure a man feels as he breeds a hole and claims it as his own, a pleasure I shall never know. I felt him pull out again, inch by inch by inch, almost nine inches, before slamming into me once more and eliciting another palm-stifled scream.
My eyes travelled from his intense brown eyes; to his incredible cheekbones, reddened through pleasure and exertion; to his sexy big lips which he chewed in concentration; down past the nape of his neck to his incredible muscles, slowly building up a sweat, tensing and relaxing as he started to pump faster in and out of me. The vision of such a beautiful boy with such an athletic body would have had my little boyclit spewing its unworthy load if I had been watching it on a screen. But it was still shrivelled, flaccid and tiny because of the sheer pain Xavier was causing with his enormous cock – shrivelled, flaccid and tiny, just the way Xavier wanted it.
My screams had died down into pained groans by now. Xavier stopped pressing down forcefully on my mouth and grabbed a fistful of my hair instead. He pulled my head up into the pit of his other arm, burying my face in his armpit hair. The heavenly smell of this alpha teen's two-day sweat – the pheromones and the testosterone – gave me a few seconds' respite from the pain of his cock pistonning in and out of my sorry hole. I licked at his armpit, desperate to taste him, and he mashed my face into them harder to mark me with his scent.
Xavier threw my head back onto the bed. My others travelled down his body once more and travelled further. Past the sight of his tensing, glistening abs as they pulled away from and then slammed into me; to The Fuckclub – as Xavier longdicked me with both the finesse and energy that can only come from being a young dom both this experienced and this youthful – I saw almost eight of his huge nine inches withdrawing from my body, throbbing and taunting me; before he would shove them back inside me, causing my to groan and tighten my body with pain; I could feel his massive ballsack resting against my buttcheeks for just a second before he would pull out once more; ploughing into me, harder and faster; I could feel his seven-inch girth stretching my little hole, threatening just as he had to split it in two.
"Oh fuck," Xavier announced, "I'm gonna fucking cum."
He pulled his massive dick out all the way. This time he didn't need to grab his monster cock with both hands. It was erupting of its own accord. Shot after shot of his hot cum covered me from the head down. Relieved the agonising ordeal of having my virginity taken so brutally was over, even if still sore, I stared in amazement at how someone could shoot such a heavy load. The first few sprays of cum flew over my head onto Xavier's headboard. The next few soaked my hair, my eyebrows and my left eyelid. The next one seemed to shoot straight up my nostril to the back of my throat, followed by several covering my lips and chin. I lapped these up hungrily. "Grrrrr, fuuuuck," Xavier growled, his cheeks and chest had reddened further, as the animalistic instinct took over in what looked to be an incredible orgasm. I saw a few small streaks of blood on The Fuckclub as it tensed over and over, seemingly with a life of its own. The tenth and eleventh shots of his hot teen jizz splattered across my tummy. And yet the twelfth, final and smallest squirt was still enough to cover entirely my little boyclit.
I watched Xavier's huge chest expand and contract as he breathed heavily. He loosened his grip on my hair whilst still holding onto it. He surveyed the artwork that was the enormous load he had just spent, covering my entire upper body. He began running his other hand through it, and brought it to my mouth. Like second instinct I immediately began lapping up his cum. He repeated this four or five times, but the rest of his jizz he rubbed stickily into my skin.
Smiling contentedly, he leant forwards, pulling my face towards him with his grip on my hair. My heart pounded as for a moment I thought he might kiss me. But just inches from my face, he spat. A forceful hawk of spit splattered across my cheek. But then, seemingly sweet by his standards, he did kiss me – on the nose.
"Good boy," he said. "You did very well." Gently slapping the side of my face. He reached towards my butt. I tensed up nervously, but he just tenderly caressed around the outside of my hole.
Finally releasing my hair, he untied the tape measure from around my wrist.
"Look," he said. I glanced down. His cock had softened now. Through the sheer hotness of watching him shoot his load, my own had grown hard. I was worried this would anger him, but he seemed too blissed out from the orgasm to care. Then I discovered the real reason he wasn't angry.
"Measure them," he ordered calmly. "Mine first."
I flexed my fingers, adjusting to their ability to move freely for the first time since I had woken up. I took the yellow linen tape measure from him, and started to measure his cock. Even completely soft, it still had considerable heft when I lifted it. It was a little over six-and-a-half inches.
"It's – It's over six-and-a-half inches."
"Ha. It's even bigger soft than it was last night. Six-and-a-half is something half of men would kill to have when erect!" he boasted.
Without needing to be asked, I fumbled with the tape measure to record his girth – informing him it was almost five-and-a-half inches around.
"Do yours now."
I pressed down my hard and throbbing little boner, bringing the tape measure to it. My eyes filled with tears as I could see any hope I might one day of defying Xavier's prediction – that I would never penetrate someone – disappearing millimetre by millimetre. "Thre– Thre– Three-point-one inches, s– sir."
"Less than half as long, when you're harder than you've ever been, than The Fuckclub is when completely soft and asleep. Well come on then, how small is it around?"
I measured my girth – although to use the word girth to describe what I had was ridiculous – I measure it and told Xavier it was two-point-four inches around.
"What does that mean then, boy?"
"My– My boyclit is small, sir. Very small. It's ten times smaller when hard than your big cock is soft."
He placed his fingers under my chin and lifted me up to meet his gaze. He smiled, relishing the soft heaving of my sobs and the tears glistening in my eyelashes, as the news sank in for both of us. Even in their perversely opposite-to-natural states – his fuckclub soft and my dicklet hard – he was ten times bigger.
After a few moments, he started to get off the bed and began rummaging around in a large, ornate chest of drawers. He procured a small garment and threw it at me.
"An old jockstrap of mine from when I was about twelve. The pouch will probably be far too big, but now we've measured your hard little shame I do not want to see your disgusting so-called erection. Cover it up."
Shaking slightly, I began to put on the jockstrap. Sure enough, even rock hard my boyclit disappeared easily into the pouch, obscured completely from sight with not so much as the faintest of dickprints.
"Come watch me shower, slut," he said, nodding towards an ensuite. "If you're lucky I might let you wash me, but I quite like the idea of you walking around, covered in what's left over of my big load," he continued, smirking.
"Chop chop, pin dick, it's almost ten o'clock and we have a hundred things to do," he said. "We have a busy day ahead."
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I hope you enjoyed this story, which I intend on making part the first chapter in a series. Any feedback and suggestions would be much appreciated at sphsublondon@gmail.com