A little summer fun, nothing too kinky or serious, that I thought I would share with you. We had a summer party—not a sex party just a pool—and backyard barbecue party, but, of course, I am always on the prowl for a bit of humiliation and sexual excitement. It was a mixed party, and one of the actresses brought her cute, young, brand-new husband to the party. He is most definitely not an actor, but he likes theater people and fun. He is very butch, handsome and shy. And I decided to have some fun with him. I designed a contest kind of like a Truth or Dare game and of course rigged it so the “New Hubby” would lose. His name is Brian, and he is a gym boy and a fitness freak.
His penalty was that he had to wear his wife’s swimsuit to go into the pool. He tried to talk his way out of it, but I got my buddies at the party to cajole and tease and prod him until he reluctantly agreed. His pecs looked great filling out the top of her bikini, but the little bikini bottom showed that “new hubby” didn’t seem to have much in the dick department.
Well, this is just what I wanted. I had to be careful because I didn’t want to offend or anger the new bride actress or come across as nasty but I got some of my friends to begin to tease the “hubby” named Brian about his small dick. He became distraught but didn’t want to say anything because it would draw attention to his tiny prick. He wanted to change back to his clothes, but the rules of the game said he had to stay that way all afternoon. I adore the humiliation of a young buck. My buddies started to call him “TINY DICK.” He protested as they all do that he was a “grower, not a shower!” It was a big party, and he tried to stay away from my jeering friends, but they would not let him go. They promised to send out the pics we all took on the internet.
The highlight came when he was in the pool and a bunch of my friends, at my instigation, grabbed him and removed the bottom half of the swimsuit! Now, in the clear pool water, we could all see his small stubby dick. I made sure his wife was in another part of the party, so she would not see this. My buddies made him get out of the pool bare-ass naked and beg for his swimsuit back. The penalty was that he had to dance naked shaking his little dick and balls for us. I wanted to go further and make him masturbate for us, but I didn’t want to cause a scene at the party or make myself unwelcome in any way.
However, I did take photos of him, and that might put some pressure on him to do a few very minor humiliating things to please me. What do you think? Fun.
I could not get Brian, the brand new bridegroom hubby of an actress I know out of my mind. He was the one we humiliated at the party and made dress in his wife's bikini swimsuit. Then, if you recall, we took the bottom of the swimsuit away to expose his tiny dick—really a dick of some embarrassment. Well, it was all done in "good drunken fun," or so almost everyone thought. I, of course, had something more devious in mind. I tried to tell myself that it was not right for me to pursue this happy newlywed and fuck up his life, but my dick told me otherwise. My dick has a mind of its own.
I remind you that I do know the actress wife of Brian, so I did not want to go too far, but what harm can a little more summer fun do? So I contacted Brian with one of the photos I had taken of him at the party—not the ones in the bikini, which were all innocent and fun—but one of him naked after we had taken the bottom from him. This photo showed his pathetic stubby dick. I did not show his face in the photo. I informed him that I thought the photo of his tiny dick so cute that I wanted to post it online. I told him that I could do it either with or without his face showing. Which would he prefer? I also suggested that I might send it to all the guys at the office where he worked. If I posted the one without the face, the guys at the office could have fun guessing which office worker had the tiny dick!
Of course, he contacted me all hysterical. I remained calm and said that I would not show his face if he agreed to meet and chat with me without his wife knowing. He did, and it was fun. First, I ordered him to strip naked. Then I asked him questions about how he fucked his wife with his tiny dick. I humiliated him by asking him if she could even feel his dick when it was in her. Twice, he threatened to beat the fuck out of me, and twice I reminded him that the photos along with his I.D. were ready to go online. He threatened to go to the police, and I countered by telling him that he had willingly posed for the photo in the bikini, and had gone along with the fun at the party. I was just posting party photos to my friends.
Then, Brian, the big muscle boy broke down. He got tears in his eyes and asked me why I wanted to do this. He had only been married for a few weeks, and why would I want to hurt his life and his marriage. I had no answer except that it was fun. I told him it was no big deal and neither his wife nor anyone else ever had to find out. All he had to do was play a few simple summer games with me. I told him I wanted to see him masturbate his tiny peanut dick to see how he did it. I made him sit naked with legs spread and beat his pathetic meat for me. His little balls bounced as he fingered his puny prick. He was so fucking embarrassed. I kept telling him how his cute baby prick was like the dick on a ten-year-old boy. I watched him crumble inside. I made him masturbate in different ways—standing, sitting, squatting, using just his fingertips, etc. There was no way he could use his whole hand as the dick was just too small. I asked him if his wife tried to suck that "tiny thing." I said that she obviously had not. I ordered him to keep pumping until he shot. He did shoot a nice big load. I was surprised. He was more humiliated when I strongly suggested that he lick up his mess. That was difficult for him. He is so fucking straight.
I suggested to him that it would be very nice if he visited me once a week during the summer for a few more Summer Games. He begged me to stop, and I said sure, as soon as the summer is over. I wonder how he will feel next week when I ask him to suck my dick. That way no one ever has to see the secret pics I took of him masturbating for me. And his new bride never has to know. He really does love her.
With a tiny dick like that, I see no need for Brian to wear underpants anymore, so I told him to go commando from now on. He does not need any support for his baby prick and nuts. I also have plans to take him to a few gyms I go to and have him walk naked all-round the locker room for an hour or so making sure that every dude there sees his tiny dick. I do not honestly know if I will get as far as fucking him in the ass. That might be pushing things a bit, but we will have to see.
I welcome any other suggestions you may have for games I can play with my Summer Toy, Brian, the brand new bridegroom.
I fully admit that I am a little bit obsessed with our young bridegroom with the little dick, Brian. Those of you who know my writing know that I am most turned on by extreme humiliation and degradation almost more than by the act of fucking, although fucking can humiliate if it is done correctly. I know I should move slowly with Brian because as I have said several times, I work with and socialize with many people who are good friends with his wife. I do not want to lose my friends over a beautiful piece of young ass. Still, the idea that Brian had just gotten married a few weeks ago, and that I might humiliate him so badly that it threatens to ruin his brand new marriage makes my dick hard. I have been texting Brian things at work—things about his small dick. I ask him how he holds it when he pisses and how he tries to fuck his wife. (I refuse to believe that he can successfully fuck her.) I ask him things like if she sucks it, can she get it stuck in one of her teeth because it is so small? So I invited Brian to lunch several times. As you may remember, I have forbidden him to wear underpants to work. I want his little dicklet naked under his trousers.
So he arrives for lunch, all nervous, and first thing, begs me to stop these games and leave him alone. I pretend like he is a cunt and order for him when the cute young waiter comes to our table. I decide what he drinks and what he eats. I order a salad for him, telling the waiter that Brian has to keep his "girlish figure." The waiter laughs, which is delicious. Next, I order Brian to unzip his suit trousers and show me that he has no underwear. He begs me to go to the bathroom with him to do it, but I told him no one could see, and he should unzip them there and then. Finally, he does and shows me he is naked. I see his small dick and balls. I laugh. He starts to zip up, but I tell him he must leave his trousers open. I say to him in a very nice way that he simply has to learn to follow my orders better. I then ask him how his new wife's family would feel if they got photos of Brian in the mail and saw his baby dick. I watch the tears fill his lovely eyes, and my prick stiffens.
When his salad arrives, I tell him not to put the dressing on, as I have brought some special dressing for him. Of course, it is a small container with my fresh cum in it. He says he absolutely cannot do that. He refuses. I can see from his muscular body tension that he is genuinely terrified. I repeat that he has got to learn to follow orders. I prepare to send a photo of him over my phone to his father-in-law. He chews his lower lip, looking cuter than ever, and then, with a trembling hand, he reaches for the cum dressing and pours it over his salad.
"I'm going to be sick and throw up if I try to eat this," he pronounces.
"Well, won't that be embarrassing for you."
I smile. Did I mention that while I had wine with my meal, I ordered milk for him and told the waiter Brian was not allowed to have any alcohol? I said he was too much of a baby and could not handle it. The young waiter was studying Brian now as if he was some kind of freak.
"Try your salad, Brian, and tell this handsome young waiter what you think of it."
Brian looked sadly at the cum covered salad. Then he forked up a bit of lettuce and munched on it, a sick look on his face as he tried to swallow the cum soaked lettuce.
"It's delicious, thank you," he said to the waiter,
"Brian, how embarrassing, your zipper is open again!"
The waiter, of course, looked down to see Brian's gaping trousers. Brian, his mouth full of cum and salad, quickly zipped up. The waiter smiled at me, nodded toward Brian, and shook his head.
"Sorry, Brian is often a naughty boy and needs to be disciplined."
The waiter, by the way, had a really nice tight round ass and a large bulge in his tight pants. I waited for the waiter to leave before speaking to Brian.
"Open your pants again and reach in and play with your dick."
His cute face took on the most pathetic look like he was melting.
"Do as I say and eat your salad."
Of course, I made sure he ate every bit. I had dumped two big loads of cum into the container, so he had lots of jizz to contend with. I made him sop up the excess with his roll.
"If you’re a good boy, Brian, there is no reason your lovely new bride and your friends ever need to know about our little games. Now, I want you to masturbate until you shoot off in your pants!"
His eyes grew wide with horror.
"It will stain my pants! The people at work will see the stains!"
"Well, you can always head to the office washroom to rinse the stains out. Oh, no, wait. I want you to send me a photo at the end of your workday, showing me that the stains are still there!"
I thought he would sink through the chair and end up on the floor. He was terribly distraught.
"Hurry up, Brian, jerk off for me. I know it is not easy with that peanut prick of yours but do it. And make sure you shoot in your pants. If you don't get started, I will make you do it twice, twice the fuck slop in your pants if that pathetic little dick can cum twice in a day.
There he sat, one hand thrust into his pants, fingering his little dick. When the waiter came over, he, of course, had to stop. He moved so the tablecloth would cover his open pants. Of course, I made Brian pay for the lunch, and then I watched as he masturbated himself to climax. After shooting off in his pants, he brought his cum covered hand up to wipe it off on his napkin.
"Lick it clean, Brian."
With a sick look, he licked his cum from his fingers and the palm of his hand. We got up to leave.
"Leave your zipper open."
He had to walk through the restaurant with his pants gaping open and his crotch wet with cum stains. I noted that the cum had made a nice big wet stain on the trousers.
"I have a little assignment for you Brian before our next lunch. I want you to buy several pairs of tighter trousers, much tighter, and of thin black material, as thin as you can find, perhaps linen. I want you to wear those to our next luncheon date. Now, before we part, I want you to open your shirt and show me your nipples."
Brian has nice full nipples, and I really like them. He stood there on the sidewalk, his pants stained and opened, and now his shirt open, showing me his impressive pecs and nubby titties.
So I have found tormenting “little dick” Brian the highlight of my summer. The boy Denny I was working with ran away and returned home. Apparently he did not enjoy getting fucked up his pussy morning, noon, and night. Acceptable. As I always say, you can’t win them all. But playing with Brian has been a fine compensation. I received this letter from him.
I am writing this letter to beg you to please, please have mercy on me and leave me alone. I have never done anything to you or your friends. I am a young guy just starting out in life with a good job and a new wife. Aren't I entitled to a chance at happiness? I consider myself a good person.
Since you have been forcing me to do these obscene things, my head is in a really bad place. My brand new bride says I have changed. She says I am having trouble being intimate with her. Why do you want to cause all of this sadness and distress? I am getting weird looks at work and people are steering clear of me. All of this is having a terrible effect on my mind and my emotions.
So, okay, you had your fun teasing me. I guess I understand that, and you have some incriminating photos of me. Do you know the penalty for blackmailing someone? If you stop with me now, I will forget about the abuse and we will just call it quits. I need to save my new marriage and my life.
I am truly falling apart because of you, and it has to stop!
Well, you can imagine my reaction. First, I jerked off twice reading the letter. Then I began to think about how I might step up poor Tiny Dick’s torment. I decided to purchase some “work clothes” for him myself or rather to have a costume designer I know make some for me. I had the costumer build a very, very tight pair of purple pants made of a super thin material. The material was some kind of satin and so thin that unlined, you could almost see through it. I also had him make a white see through work shirt so that Brian’s big nipples would easily show through. I had a thin purple tie to match the pants made as well.
I met Brian outside of the office building where he worked. He became immediately terrified. I smiled as I presented his “gift” to him. I told him to go into the first floor restroom and change into his new clothes. He tried to resist my orders, but he is a natural submissive and really weak. I taunted him with threats of sending obscene photos of him to his new bride’s parents. When he came out of the bathroom, he was truly a sight to behold. The pants clung to every bump and ridge of his muscular body. The material clung to his ass globes and went into his ass crack. In front his tiny lump was clearly visible. And his large dark nipples could clearly be seen through the thin white shirt material. I ordered him to hand his other clothes over to me.
He actually stood there in the lobby of the office building crying. He said he could possibly go to work like this. I straightened his new tie and told him he looked just fine. Then I ordered him to meet me for lunch. I had some plans for lunch. He begged me a few more times, and I told him that if he crossed me anymore, I would break the zipper on the tight pants so they would gape open! I had a painful hard-on as I watched him walk toward the elevator, his hard ass cheeks rising and falling in the thin material, the pants clinging to and going into his ass crack. It was almost too obscene. I actually wondered if I had gone too far. I didn’t want him to get fired—YET.
When he met me for lunch, he was pale and trembling. He told me at once that several of his co-workers had said he was dressed inappropriately for work. After all, it was a very conservative company. He told me he had had to take a piss and a few dribbles got on the trousers, so for a while he had a big stain on the thin purple material. He said he had to hide in his cubicle. If the bosses saw him, he would be fired. I smile and laughed. I told him that we were going for a drive and to get in my car. On the way, Brian had to have his lunch, which I provided. It consisted of two thin slices of bread, some lettuce and lots of cum. He gagged and made all kinds of cute faces, but he got the food down. To drink, a nice thermos filled with my day old piss.
Then while still driving, I ordered Brian to strip out of his new work clothes. This was not easy for the big muscle boy. He had to struggle to get the tight clothing off. All the while, he kept whimpering that he couldn’t be naked in my car since he would be seen. That it was against the law. When he was naked, I studied his body. Except for the pathetically tiny penis, it was a beautiful body. I told him to play with his dick, and I asked him some questions. I asked him how he ever got through high school and college with such a pathetic little prick. I asked him to tell me what it was like trying to fuck his new bride with a dick stub like that. I asked him if she knew about his peanut prick before they were married. All of this made him more and more nervous and upset. Tears ran down his handsome face. I could hardly control my own eight and a half inch prick. It was so fucking hot.
His answers were not very good. He insisted that his new bride loved him and didn’t mind his dick, and that they had good sex. I laughed and told him to wait a few months when she would start to miss a nice big thick fucker in her cunt. I told him he really could not complain if she looked around for other cocks to satisfy her. All the while I made him jerk his tiny pecker, which he did with just two fingers. It was so fucking cute like the pricklet on a ten-year-old boy.
I told Brian I’d bet he sucked her cunt a lot to make up for not being able to fuck her very well. He admitted he did, and I had a good laugh over that.
Meanwhile I had pulled up next to a school playground. I was going to play one of my favorite games with Brian. Being summer, the playground was deserted except for a group of six little boys playing ball. I pulled my car up right next to the area where the boys were playing. They were all about eight or nine years old really cute little boy cunt there.
“Now, here’s what you’re going to do, Brian. You’re going to get out of the car and go over to those nice boys playing ball, and you’re going to show them your tiny dick. You will tell them you have an abnormally small dick. You’re going to say that you bet their dicks are bigger than yours is. You’re then going to masturbate your dick until it leaks really nicely. You are going to stick a finger up your ass and show them. Then and only then, you may return to the car.”
I should explain to you that when I play this game with a boy or young man, I remove the plates on my car, so that it cannot be traced. Well, of course, Brian refused. He screamed at me, which I did not appreciate. He begged. He threatened. He refused. I took out my phone and told him I was sending photos to his in-laws. He buried his face in his hands and sobbed. Holy shit it really turned me on. My prick was throbbing, and I feared I might ejaculate.
He knew he had no choice. Naked, he got out of the car and walked over to the group of little boys. I have played this game any number of times, and I know how it destroys the self-esteem of the victim. Brian felt like a total pervert showing those boys his tiny fucker. He felt like he was the molester! And that is what I wanted. I wanted him to feel dirty, filthy, unclean, and perverse. He would never be the same again. He would never feel whole or normal again. And then the serious degradation could begin.
When I met Brian at that party, I had no idea I would be so taken with the idea of destroying him, breaking him. It was his cute face, good body and small dick that did it. I don’t know his actress wife well, but I like her quite a bit. I have nothing against her. I do think she deserves a full-sized man dick to fuck her, but she will figure that out in a few months. As Brian’s decline continues, he will fuck her less and less. He will feel less and less a man.
It no longer bothered me that my summer project with Denny did not work out and that he caved and simply ran away. Brian gave me quite a bit of summer pleasure, and I also had several teenage boys to fuck. I would call it a very good summer.
Of course, the little boys on the playground freaked out. They giggled and then screamed with laughter in that high-pitched way little boys do. They shouted “Gay…Gay…Gay” at poor Brian. They ran away and then came back for a better look. Brian was shaking so badly he could hardly stay on his feet. The boys pointed and giggled some more.
When Brian returned to the car, he totally collapsed. He curled up in the seat and sobbed. I told him I had gotten some really good photos of him with the young boys. I reminded him that his lunch hour was almost over, and he’d better get dressed again. He struggled back into his clothes, still shaken and crying. Once again he begged me to stop my games. He begged me to have mercy on him. He kept telling me how much he loved his wife. I told him that as long as he was a good boy and played my games with me, there was no reason his wife or anyone else had to find out.
When he was suitably dressed again for work, in his new purple pants and see through shirt, I told him to masturbate for me and shoot a load into his pants. Poor kid, he looked so totally defeated and so beaten that, once again, I almost lost it and shot a load myself in my pants. He knew it was useless to beg any more. He opened his pants and played with his little dick until with a grunt he shot an impressive load of fuck slop right into the crotch of his thin purple pants. The stain was awesome—dark, huge and sticky. He looked at me with big, pathetic eyes. I smiled at him.
“Brian, that’s beautiful. I suggest you keep to yourself at work as much as possible, and when you walk across the office, it might be wise to cover your crotch with your hands. I’m going to call you at various times this afternoon, and when I do, I want you to send me photos of your crotch, so I can see how the stain looks when it dries. It should be quite a sight. I will then tell you where I left your street clothes, so you can go home to your bride looking your normal self. But until further notice, you will change into your work clothes each morning before going into the office.”
“Puh...puh...please...sir. They are all taking about me and laughing at me behind my back. I heard one guy say that my new wife is making me dress this way.”
My God, he looked sad.
“Let them laugh, Brian. It doesn’t matter. You are a small dicked freak. People are going to laugh at you from time to time. You have to learn to put up with it. To be strong. Imagine if the dudes at your work saw your pathetic dick. Imagine what they would say then.”
I said all of this in a really kindly, sympathetic way, but I have plans for Brian and the men at his work. Fun plans.
I decided it was time Brian sucked dick. Not just my dick, but lots and lots of dick to cement his new status as a little-dicked piece of shit faggot. True, he had just been married and was straight, but that didn’t stop me from wanting to re-shape him. And now that I had photos of him exposing himself to a group of little boys at a playground, I could pretty much demand anything I wanted of him. I am afraid his brand new bride wasn’t going to have the pleasure of feeling his useless little dick in her cunt. I’m afraid poor Brian’s marriage was going to fall apart before it even got going.
I have a friend who is young and terribly good looking and has a huge thick prick. He is an actor with whom I have worked and partied. His name is Ethan, and he loves cunt. So I hired Ethan to seduce Brian’s new wife. I told you that she was an actress with whom I had worked. Well, I put her with Evan in a play a friend of mine was directing with instruction for him to get his big fat leaky dick into her brand new bride pussy somehow. Once she sampled Evan’s fuckmeat, she would have no use for her new husband, Brian, with his baby dick. This would not happen overnight, as Brian and his bride were in love, but that only lasts so long when the dick fucking you is the size of a peanut, and your romantic lead in a play has nine inches of cunt stuffer.
But I told you that I wanted to get straight little dicked Brian to start sucking some cock. My ultimate dream was to get him eventually sucking on Evan’s fat pecker right after he had fucked Brian’s wife with it. Tasting his own wife’s freshly fucked pussy on another man’s dick that should be enough to destroy any guy.
I set up a little modeling session with Brian. He arrived scared out of his wits as usual, and at once started to beg me to have mercy on him and let him out of my clutches. I showed him the photos of himself with the little boys on the playground and told him he was facing twenty-five years in prison if those ever got out. Next, I ordered him to strip naked. I had forbidden him to wear any underwear, so in no time at all, he stood before me bare-ass naked with his tiny little peanut pecker sticking out of his well-toned body. He had lost some weight and some bulk since the party when we first exposed him. The stress made him look tired and a bit haggard, but strangely, he was even more handsome this way. Each time he tried to cover his dick with his hands, I ordered him to stand with hands at his side and to spread his legs slightly so that I could laugh at his minuscule dick.
I took some photos of him that way, not only of his tiny pecker but also of his ass, chest, and body. Then I made him hold his driver’s license up for the camera, so everyone I sent the photos to would know who the tiny dicked freak was, where he lived, and everything about him. I asked him when the last time was his dear mother had seen his freakish dick, and he started to cry. That gave me a boner. I blew up and printed a photo of Brian’s pathetic dick and also one of Evan with his thick nine inches, and I put them side by side. I then wrote an email saying the following:
The Institute for Sexuality recently released a report on the healthy size of the adult penis. The healthy adult penis or cock should be about nine inches in length when hard and about as thick as an adult wrist. The prick needs to be this large to pleasure the cunt of the female partner during sex.
In the photo of Brian Hallstead (and then I gave his address, email, and even his telephone number) you can see an extremely undeveloped adult male penis. Brian has the prick of a nine-year-old boy. Because of this, he can never have a rewarding adult sex life, which will probably reduce him to being a cocksucker or ass bitch.
Our studies have shown that to develop a respectable adult dick that a boy should begin masturbating it daily at the age of six or seven at the very latest. A boy should play with his dick for four to five hours every single day, as it will help the cock to grow to a normal healthy size. While he watches television, plays games or does his homework, a boy should continuously finger and stroke his young dick. He should try to get it fully hard (full erection) two or three times every hour. He should even do this in school during his classes, just gently massaging his little pecker through his trousers. Failure to do this on a regular basis may cause the stunted growth to his dick that is seen on the adult Brian Hallstead.
Brian was just recently married but is unable to satisfy his new wife with his peanut prick, and she will soon leave him. This report and these photos should be circulated and posted to as many young boys as possible as a warning to them. We now have scientific proof that if a boy does not masturbate four to five hours a day, he may develop a stunted dick.
Dr. E. Wesley of the Institute for Sexuality
I showed the email to Brian and then sent the mail and the photos out to a mailing list of four hundred boys under ten years of age, the youngest being six and a half. Any parent who allows his son on the computer at six years of age deserves what he gets.
Of course, Brian sobbed and begged as he tried to stop me, but what leverage did he have? I wanted to destroy any self-esteem he had left, and sending this obscene trash out to hundreds of little boys was a huge step in his destruction. An added perk was that many of those little boys would now be playing with their little fuck sticks constantly long before they even began to develop ball juice. Can you imagine them getting caught by teachers, fingering their little peckers in school? I’ll bet you any money that lots of teachers will not say a word so that they can watch the boys rubbing their tiny fuckmeat. And imagine the embarrassment at all the rubbed areas on their pants. I remember as a kid that I rubbed the crotch area of a pair of brown corduroy pants I had until it was white. My mom never said anything, but I know she saw it.
The photos with the driver’s license, I sent out to some Tumblr sites that expose faggots. I also wrote that this faggot freak was interested in sucking anyone’s dick who contacted him, no matter what age or build or looks. And then I gave Brian his first cocksucking tutorial. Once again he begged that he was not gay, and I told him that just made it more fun. I was going to turn a straight dude into a bitch!
It took much longer than anticipated. Brian gagged and even had to go puke. The idea of putting my beautiful dick in his mouth revolted him. I started out having him lick the head and stalk. My prick began to leak almost at once, and this created an obstacle for Brian. To have to lick my pre-fuck from the pisshole of my pecker was a huge hurdle for him. To give him a bit of a break, I set him to work licking my balls for a while. He was not much better at that. Once my dick was fully hard, I put it next to his baby pecker, so he could see what a real man dick looked like next to his. This was the first time he truly broke down in a new way. He kept blubbering that he was “sorry he had a small dick.” He kept crying that it wasn’t his fault.
He is a handsome bitch; I have to say that. I stroked his hair and traced his lips with my finger. I said I understood that and I had nothing against him. But a small dicked bitch like him had no business ever dating a girl, much less getting married to one. I said it was my job to drive those desires out of his system. I said I was only trying to help him. I reached down, grabbed hold of his fine nipples, tugged, and twisted them. Then I asked him very gently to lick my leaking dick again. I told him it was one way he could serve real men with real dicks. I also told him it was one kind of sex it was okay for him to have, as having a clit for a dick didn’t matter if he could be a good cocksucker.
I gently but firmly pushed his face into my dick and balls. I rubbed my leaking prick all over his face. I told him this is what a man’s fuckmeat should look and taste like. I asked him if he didn’t think my dick was beautiful. He did not answer, but I knew that I would work on him until he eventually agreed that my dick was the most beautiful thing in the whole fucking world. I worked my cockhead over his lips and into his mouth. He started to panic, but I held his head firmly and told him to relax and bathe the head of my dick with his tongue. I talked to him about all the little boys who would get a good laugh looking at the photos of his tiny duck. I said I’d bet that many of their eight and nine-year-old dicks were already as big as or bigger than his puny dick. I said that his new wife could have a better sex experience getting fucked by a nine-year-old boy than by him. I could feel myself breaking him and wearing him down. But, of course, the fun was just starting. I hadn’t even yet formulated plans to plow his ass pussy with my fuckmeat.
Meanwhile, Brian’s new wife was starring in A Streetcar Named Desire with my buddy, big dicked Ethan, as Stanley. I asked my friend the director of the show to make sure Ethan had a great love scene with Brian’s wife where he wore nothing but very small thin white underpants. Once she had Ethan’s dick, her marriage to Brian would be over.
I shoved a few more inches of fucker into Brian’s mouth and heard him gag. I told him that was impolite to gag on a real man’s dick. Meanwhile, I was formulating a plan to get him sucking the dicks of his co-workers at the firm.
I briefly wondered what kind of toilet Brian would make. Pretty good, I imagine.
What started out as a little summer fun at a party had turned into a full-fledged project. Most of the bitches I break are considerably younger than Brian is. I usually lose interest once a boy reaches twenty or so, but this was proving to be most interesting and lots of fun.
Was I determined to break up Little Dick’s marriage and destroy his life? It had not started that way, but that certainly was what was making my cum-filled balls boil. I couldn’t contain all of the filthy fantasies I conjured up of things I wanted to do to “Tiny Dicked Brian.” I wanted to destroy his job, his friendships, his marriage, his self-esteem, his self-image, his life. Monstrously cruel of me, yes, but he was a worthless peanut-dicked slug who had been playing the macho newlywed husband and up and coming businessman.
After the first time that he sucked my dick, I made it an almost daily routine. I took the time to teach him how to lick the underside of a prick and the big cock helmet and pisshole properly. He hated it. He loathed it. He was sickened by it. When he spit-up my pre-cum and his bile, I insisted that he lick it up. He sobbed over and over that he was not a faggot, not a cocksucker. I pointed out to him that since he didn’t have the dick of a real man, he might as well be a cocksucker because he could never please his new bride or any woman. I told him over and over that his new bride would soon ask for a divorce or perhaps an annulment because getting fucked by his dick was not like getting fucked at all. I fed him more and more dick, forcing my leaking prick down his throat. I unloaded my ball juice into his mouth two or three times a day. I had a ball imagining that if he hated sucking dick so much, how he would feel about taking my fat fucker up his man pussy. His pussy was much more impressive than his dicklet. His pussy had fine corrugated lips and a beautifully tight hole. I couldn’t wait to fuck him and then turn him over to friends and strangers to plow him, turning him into a total cunt.
Meanwhile, at the theater, my studly actor friend Ethan was turning on all of his charm to seduce Brian’s wife. Their love scenes became more and more intense. He asked her out for coffee or a drink after rehearsals. She began to come home later and later. I am sure she and Brian were having sex less and less, although most sex with him involved him sucking her pussy.
And I had stepped up Brian’s destruction at work. I gave him a new pair of trousers to wear to work. These had large cum stains all over the crotch and down one leg. Six of us had unloaded on the front of the pants. When he first saw these, Brian’s legs gave out, and he sank to his knees, begging me to have mercy on him.
“Please...please don’t make me wear those pants...they’re too tight, and the stains are disgusting. Everyone in the office will see them.”
To punish him for his rebellion, I broke the zipper on the pants. Now the front of the tight pants would gape, and his baby dick would show if he moved in the wrong way. He was a nervous wreck, hysterical, frantic.
“I can’t. I can’t. I can’t go to work like this!”
“You have to learn to obey me, Brian. If not, I send photos of you exposing yourself to young boys to the police along with your name and address. Do you want to go to prison, Brian as a child molester pervert? Do you know what they do to child molesters in prison? Now, Brian, if you just relax and do everything I say, everything will be all right, I promise you.”
I loved watching the beads of sweat run down his temples. He was so fucking scared that when I gave him a new order, it fucking freaked him out.
“Brian, you know the men’s restroom on your floor of the building. I’ve been watching it and lots, and lots of your co-workers use it during the day. Now I’ll be there at two o’clock today. I’ll be in the hall outside the men’s room. I want you to use the restroom to take a piss. But, Brian, I want you to wait until at least two other men have gone into the restroom to piss. Then I will enter. Then you enter. You are to stand in front of the urinal at least two feet back from it. You are to drop your pants around your ankles. You are to take your piss without touching your tiny prick. Push your hips out and place your hands on your hips. Two feet back from the urinal. Let the other men pissing get a really good look at your useless dicklet. When you have finished, I want you to jump up and down to shake the piss drop from your baby pecker. Do not touch it with your hands. Make sure you do this correctly, or it will go very, very hard on you.”
The look of vacant defeat in his eyes was precious. I had to laugh out loud when I saw him in his new trousers. The front was stiff and discolored with dried sperm. When he took a step, the pants parted, showing just a hint of pink dick flesh and some pubic hair. What a fucking pervert freak. And only a few weeks ago, he had been a successful young businessman and newlywed. As he walked into his office building, I loved how his tight trousers clung to his well-formed ass, even going into the ass crack a bit.
Watching him move away from me, I had another fun and rather a brilliant idea. Tomorrow, I would jerk off onto his face and make him go to work that way with my drying cum on his nose, lips, and chin. I was sure that in a few days he would be fired. But fear not, I had another job lined up for him cleaning toilets in city park latrines—with his tongue. I also wanted to move on to fucking his pussy, turning his ass into a real cunt. Eventually, he would be fucked ten to fifteen times a day if I had my way. And each fuck would be more demeaning than the previous one.
I also needed to expose him to teenage boys and little boys as well. I wanted to take him to the gym to display him in front of big-dicked studs and get him to service them. I imagined him being told to eat out their asses. That would be a wonderful new experience for our straight dickless dude. I was also looking into some “cock stretching exercises.” The ones I was creating would be quite painful but done in reverential care of him! Ha!
I also feel that his pisshole needs to be stretched and opened more. I wanted to put him in a cock cage since his tiny dick was useless, but I didn’t know how he would explain it to his new wife. Maybe I should do it anyway and let him suffer to find a reason or excuse.
So much to do as we move into late summer. So much potential fun.
Fucking shit, playing with Little Dick Brian was fun. How to ruin his life became more and more of a preoccupation of mine. I spent hours and hours thinking up new ways to abuse, humiliate and destroy him, but first things first. First, I had to fuck his ass. Brian has a really nice ass. His entire body, except for his peanut dick is well formed and quite handsome. His smooth ass mounds are round and muscular. His crack is deep, and the asshole itself tiny and pink. If you just saw Brian from the rear, you would think he was a real fucking stud.
The first time I fucked Brian was, of course, very traumatic for him. It took me almost an hour to get my large dickhead into his ass pucker. I opened him up with my fingers first—one, then two, and then three fingers. He cried and moaned and begged and all those nice things. Did I mention that I fucked him at his home on his and his wife’s marital bed? Yeah, she had a rehearsal for the play she was acting in, so their bedroom was free for us to use. I made him put on one of his wife’s almost transparent nighties. I fucked his face first for a while. He was getting very used to the taste and smell of my dick.
Once I had my thick fucker up inside of his newly formed pussy, I took a very, very long time fucking him. I was inside of him for nearly two hours, making sure he was in almost constant pain. Not only that, but I had some extra fun. I made him place a phone call to his Mom while I was buried balls deep inside of him. While he talked to her, I fucked him harder and harder. His mom asked him why he sounded so funny and out of breath. Poor Brian told her that he was working out. Ha! I fucked him four times that first night. By the last time, he was crying like a baby. I made him squat and shit out all of my cum bubbling from his ass. I made him shit it out onto a photo of his new wife. Then I had him lick up all the cum and ass slime. He puked, of course, and I made the pathetic worm lick his vomit up too.
I noticed some teenage boys from his apartment building washing their car out in back, so I ordered Brian to put on a pair of his wife’s panties, and wearing nothing else, go down and ask them if they needed help washing the car. Stuttering and sobbing, he begged me to have mercy.
“Not here in my own building! Please. If these boys think I am a faggot, they could tell others. My wife might find out,” he bitched and moaned, but I was firm in my resolve.
To make it worse for him, I wiped up my dick leak with his wife’s panties. Now the front was virtually transparent. Then I ordered him to go down. I told Brian that he had better convince the boys to allow him to help wash the car, or he would be severely punished. I watched from the kitchen window. The teens backed away from him as if he was an extraterrestrial or something. These boys were about fifteen or sixteen or so. They were cute kids, dressed in tee shirts and jeans. I played with my sore, limp dick while watching them. The boys wanted nothing to do with him, and I can’t say I blame them. Here was this good-looking, muscular dude wearing nothing but a tiny pair of silk panties stained with dick snot. I figured this would cement his reputation around the apartment building.
One of the boys screamed, “Get the fuck away from us, faggot!”
And even though my dick was sore from shooting four times, it gave another lurch and began to thicken. Poor Brian came back up to the apartment, shaken and pale. He was chewing his nice full lower lip. He was quite scared. I took a couple of condoms out of my wallet and handed them to him. Then I ordered him to go back downstairs and offer the boys fifty dollars each if they would masturbate into the condoms and return them to him.
He fell to his knees and actually kissed my naked feet, begging me to stop these awful games. He begged me to spare his marriage and his life. He was really quite handsome, especially groveling and crying. I told him that if he didn’t go back down and make an offer to the boys, I would send out the photos of him exposing himself to the little boys. I would send them to his father-in-law and to the police.
At first, the boys made quite a fuss. They too threatened to call the cops on the “fucking homo pervert.” But fifty bucks is a lot of money to a kid of fifteen. They talked it over and then went away for about ten minutes. They returned with the rubbers filled with nice full loads of teen boy fuck sauce. I had made Brian take the money from his household cash reserve. How would he explain that to his wife? The two boys called Brian all kinds of sick names as he hurried back inside and up to me, carrying between fingers, the two stretched out condoms filled with boy fuck.
I took the condoms and told him to go back down once more and tell the boys that he would be glad to buy cum filled rubbers from them three times a week. First, I knew that Brian couldn’t easily afford this. Second, think of the continuing humiliation. He planned to meet them out back three evenings a week. He gave them a box of condoms that I had brought along for some games I had planned for him. I was going to play a game where Brian tries to put the rubbers on his small dick, taking photos of how the condoms were too large for his pencil stub clit, but this new game, involving healthy teenage boys was much more fun. I wondered if I could get the boys to allow Brian to suck their dicks for money. I’d have to wait and see about that. When Brian returned to the apartment, of course, I made him drink the teenage spooge from the rubbers, lick them out, and chew them until they were squeaky clean. He looked quite cute with boy cum dripping from his lips. Brian looks darling when he cries.
Now I was determined to make sure that Brian was ass fucked every day. I wanted to turn him into a total pussy boy. I made arrangements with three buddies of mine to meet us at a major city center gymnasium and health club. They were all muscular beefy dudes whose sexual interests were just about as sick as mine were. I took Brian to the gym, wearing a small pair of pink shorts and a cropped tee shirt and flip-flops.
The other guys in the gym had his number at once. They snickered and sneered at him. I made him walk around the locker room dressed in his faggy outfit. When the place cleared out a bit, my three buddies stripped and hit the showers. All three of them are built like brick shit houses, really meaty studs. All three also have huge, fat dicks. I made Brian strip naked and parade his small dick all over the locker room. I made sure every male in the locker room got a good look at his pathetic organ. I told him that I was proud of him that he was getting used to showing real men what a dickless loser he was.
When my three buddies were showering, I took Brian into the shower room, and I announced that it was time for him to learn how to eat a man’s ass properly. He actually grew weak in the knees and fell onto the cement floor, crying. I told Brian he had to eat out the asses of my three buddies. He had to lick deep into their ass crack, run his tongue up and down the ass and then over the shit hole. Then he had to push his tongue as deeply into the asshole as possible and suck on the ass ring. Then he had to tongue fuck the shithole of each dude.
Well, the game was only partially successful. Brian actually puked twice and had to lick that up. Good thing we were in the shower room. His ass sucking was deplorable, and I could see that we needed to work hard to improve that. My buddies slapped him around some when he did not show enough enthusiasm in ass sucking. They made him sit on the stone floor with his head back on the edge of one of the benches. Then, they took turns sitting down right on his handsome face. They spread their meaty ass cheeks wide, so Brian could really get in there. I took some photos to use in Brian’s further destruction. I had the idea of maybe posting them online on one of those “Expose the Faggot” sites.
After he had sucked ass for almost an hour, driving away four guys who wanted to use the shower but who were appalled at the action going on there, I had my three buddies all fuck Brian up the ass. Fuck him as hard as they could up his new boy pussy. Poor Brian was a quivering mess by the time they had finished. He couldn’t even walk. He kind of limped and actually crawled partway back to his locker. More and more guys laughed at him and called him names.
When we got back to Brian’s apartment, this was four days after I first fucked him, I made him put on one of his wife’s short summer sports skirts. It was so small on him that his ass and balls hung out. I told him I was going to take him out to the gay bars dressed in this little skirt and a halter top and nothing else, just like a cheap cunt. I fucked Brian’s already really sore raped ass. Then I told him to bring the skirt to work tomorrow. I would find a top and some cute high heels for him to wear when we went out to the bars. While I fucked Brian one last time for the night, I had him suck on the latest deposit of teenage boy cum. The boys had earned a hundred and fifty dollars each so far. I am not sure if Brian freaked out more about the money or the teen spooge he had to eat. I had Brian wear one of the used condoms on his tongue while I fucked his boy-cunt.
Oh yeah, did I mention that well-hung actor Ethan finally fucked Brian’s new wife? She could not resist his big dick anymore. Their rehearsals together had become so intense, that their intimacy continued off stage. Brian’s life was indeed totally falling apart.
A quick update on tiny dicked Brian. Sorry I have been busy and not written lately. But I had the chance to go to New York and fuck this adorable teen boy so I could not pass it up. My buddy and I worked him over for a week straight. We made him do practically everything. But that is for another time. About Brian. Well, my buddy the actor working with his wife finally fucked her. She learned what it is like to have a huge dick up her cunt. Brian will never satisfy her again. When I showed Brian the photos, he cried and cried. I made him masturbate his puny dick while he looked at the photos. And to think they have only been married a short time. My actor friend is fucking her every chance he gets. He has totally won her over, and she is madly in love with him. Now, she does not know what to do with her new husband and his tiny useless dick.
Don’t worry, I will come to the rescue. I will suggest that she keep him to give her all his money and assets. That she goes on loving and fucking her new dick—a nice big fat one—and that they keep Brian around to wait on them. My buddy, of course, is in on all of this; we just need to convince the wife.
Next, I had Ethan come over and show Brian his huge dick. I made Brian touch it and smell it and lick it and yes, suck it. Brian is now a quivering, trembling mess most of the time. Ethan made Brian lick his balls and dick and ass. Next, he is going to fuck Brian’s wife and then come over and have Brian clean his dirty dick with his mouth. Of course, we are both going to fuck Brian in the ass a lot. We want that ass turned into a regular cunt.
At work, he has been warned that his work is sloppy and fallen in quality. He breaks out in crying fits for no reason. I make him piss his trousers at work or jerk off in his pants, so there are stains. He is terrified to even go in.
A new development. I dressed Brian in the short skirt—no panties, high heels, and a tube top and drove him into the black part of the city. There, I made him get out and approach young black men whom I selected for him. He had to offer the black men fifty dollars (of his own money, of course) if he could suck their cocks. Three just walked away disgusted, two punched and kicked him, three let him suck dick. I told Brian to offer to eat their asses as well.
It is exhilarating to see Brian go so low so fast. I knew he was a natural submissive when I met him at that party. I insisted that he show all of the black dudes he propositioned his tiny dick and explain to them that he is a dickless faggot who is too small to ever fuck a cunt.
I told him if he didn’t do better, I was going to send the pics of him exposing himself in front of the little boys to the police. The second night he did much better. He sucked eight black dicks. This week, he has the goal to get fucked up the ass twice a night. I can only go with him for a few nights, so I have enlisted the help of some of my buddies. Of course, they get to fuck him too. His ass is getting used to dick up it. And he looks so cute in the little skirt.
I also took Brian to the mall one night. Not in the skirt, but in a pair of sweatpants shorts stained with cum, a tank top, and flip-flops. I made him stand around and play with his dick whenever a group of teen boys came passed. That didn’t get enough attention, so I made him stick his hand right into the shorts and play with his dick. The next group of teens called him a fucking faggot and threatened to call the police. It was so hot, how scared Brian was.
I took him to the food court, and we found this boy of about nine or ten seated at a table eating a burger. I ordered Brian to go stand in front of him and stick his hand down his shorts and play with his dick and slide his other hand under his tank top and play with his tits. He refused to do it, and I asked him if he would rather go to prison? So after a while, with tears running down his face, he did it. The little boy was hypnotized. He just sat there watching. Maybe the little boy was a future faggot in the making, I don’t know, but he just sat there staring not doing anything. So I decided to up the game.
We were in a corner where most eaters couldn’t see us. I ordered Brian to go to the boy, take his shorts down and show his little boy his tiny dick. It was so cool. The kid just watched nothing else. That was as far as we went. Brian was sobbing and pretty shaken up.
On the way out, we spotted four teenage boys of about fifteen or sixteen seated on the planters around the mall just talking and sipping soft drinks and eating burgers. I ordered Brian to go to the boys and offer fifty bucks if a boy would piss in his soft drink and let Brian drink it. At first, they thought he was just kidding until he took out the money, which I made him carry. One of the boys, a really cute kid of about fifteen, immediately took him up on the offer. He turned away from the other boys and pissed in his empty soft drink cup. I got so hot; it was so sexy. Tiny dicked Brian was about to drink the fresh piss of a teenage boy. Brian took the cup and drank. Later on, he told me the piss was really warm and made the cup warm. He said it tasted really strong and he almost puked. The boys howled with laughter and called Brian all kinds of names from faggot to cocksucker to asswipe, you name it.
It was time for me to enter the picture. I walked over the introduced myself with a fake name. I told the boys that I hated faggots, and that I had found this faggot, Brian and that he loved humiliation and abuse. I said that he would pay one hundred dollars to any boy who would jerk off onto what was left of his burger and let Brian eat it.
I made Brian pull down his shorts and show them his tiny dick. That got a great laugh out of all of us except Brian. One of the boys said his seven-year-old brother had a bigger dick than that, and we all laughed again. I could see Brian was about to fall apart, so I had to rush things along. I asked if anybody wanted to make a hundred. A taller jock type boy said he would jerk off on his burger for a hundred. He took his burger and went into some bushes. The other boys were busting a gut laughing. He came back with a real swagger a few minutes later. I opened the burger, and sure enough, there was a vast lake of teenage cum on top of the burger patty. I smiled and paid the boy.
I handed the burger to Brian and told him to eat up. Brian begged to not have to do it. Right in front of the boys, he begged. Of course, I made him do it. The boys laughed until they cried. Brian gagged and burped and choked but eventually swallowed the whole burger.
Then I gave the boys one of my telephone numbers. I told them that we had to go now, but if any of them ever wanted their dicks sucked free...they should call me, and I would arrange for Brian to meet them and suck them. I knew the boys might be too shy in front of each other, but alone they might take the risk if they could get their teen dicks sucked. And if word spread, who knows, we might get Brian sucking twenty to thirty dicks a week. Or more.
My next task is, of course, to get to Brian’s wife and see if I can get her to go along with my game. They are married, so she must still have some feelings of love for him. That may be hard to crack. But she is taking a nice big dick now, and she seems to love it so who knows where things will lead.
I have not reported to you for some time now on my summer hobby—tiny dicked Brian. Well, it’s time to catch up with you. Brian’s life is not totally in ruins. First, the most important news is his wife has asked for an annulment of their new marriage. That’s right. Being a “friend” of hers and a theater director she trusted, she confided in me over drinks that she had made a terrible mistake marrying Brian. I acted all caring and concerned. She said his personality had changed so in just the few months since they had wed. He was a neurotic, nervous wreck. He didn’t talk much and was so mysterious. She was convinced that something serious was wrong with him. I confided in her that I had heard rumors that Brian was gay and was still hooking up with men. She was duly shocked, and then broke down and told me that she had been shocked at the small size of his dick and thought that she would make it work with him, but now he actually seemed scared of even attempting sex with her. She also confided to me that she was secretly fucking Ethan, her co-star, in the Tennessee Williams’ play she was doing. Now, I knew that because I had set it up and was paying Ethan to seduce her and fuck her. Ethan has a really, really big thick dick, and I know he gave her the fuck of her life. At first, she felt guilty, but she could not resist that beautiful hunk of male fuckmeat. Now, he was fucking her almost every night.
Of course, what she did not know was that Ethan often met Brian right after and had him suck his wife’s cunt juice from his dick. Then I started Ethan in on fucking Brian up the ass, so he was fucking both husband and wife. Brian, of course, knew this and was shattered by it. He broke down even more. When she told Brian the marriage was not working out, he sobbed like a baby. I forbade him to tell her that I was blackmailing him. I said he could say to her he was a faggot if he wanted to. He really loved his wife, and her leaving him, especially so soon after the marriage, totally ruined the last self-esteem he had. I gently and kindly explained to him that she had to leave him because his tiny dick was just too small to satisfy her. I asked him if he could blame her. Didn’t she deserve a nice big cock to fuck her? He pathetically agreed.
She was also pretty upset to find that all of their household money and lots of their savings was missing. Of course, that was my doing as well. She did not know that Brian was paying a bunch of teenage boys fifty dollars each time they shot a load of fuck into a condom and sold it to him. We now had five boys ages fourteen to eighteen jerking off their fuck snot into condoms and selling them to the small dicked faggot. I made Brian suck the boy spooge out of the used rubbers and swallow it all. The boys delivered used dick sheaths three times a week. They were getting fucking rich. I fucking loved it. One day, the oldest boy asked to watch Brian drink the cum, so I had him put on a little show for the boys. He had to stand naked and play with his tiny dick—which they all roared with laughter at, and suck and chew the condoms clean.
The oldest boy whose name was Glenn came to me in private and asked if Brian sucked cock. I said with delight, “Of course, he sucks cock. He’s a faggot.”
Well, Glenn wanted some. I made a deal with Glenn. I told him Brian would suck his dick any time he wanted, but only if Glenn would round up some of his high school buddies to get their dicks sucked by Brian also. DONE!
Well, by now Brian was a total fucking wreck. He was deeply depressed, hardly talked and had a permanent shake to his previously well-muscled body. I also continued to have Brian suck ass and dick at the gym several times a week. Brian could hardly function at work anymore. And he had had such a promising career at a prominent company. I continued to play little tricks on him. I told you about the cum-stained, very thin suit trousers I made him wear. They were so tight that they hugged his commando balls and ass, but his tiny dick didn’t show much of anything. Now, I broke the zippers on his trousers, so if he moved even slightly wrong, the pants gaped and showed his fucking tiny useless prick. Many of co-workers had begun to notice his really freaky behavior and were now avoiding him and talking about him behind his back.
Brian begged me not to make him lose his job. How would he live and what would he do? But, of course, Brian had to lose his job. How else could I bring him down into the gutter which is where I wanted him? When he pissed at work, he could only do it when another male worker was in the bathroom also pissing. Brian was ordered to stand back two feet from the urinal and drop his trousers down around his ankles, so his tiny dick and balls were fully on display, and piss that way.
I needed some more leverage on Brian, so I had him put on a little show for the teenage condom boys, but I asked them to bring their little brothers along to the party also. I provided beer and pot for the kids, some were as young as eight and nine. There were twelve boys in all. I had Brian do a naked masturbation show for them fingering his tiny dick to much laughter from the boys. Then I made him shove a large rubber dildo up his ass and fuck himself. I photographed it, making sure the young boys got in the photo. It was entertaining because some of the older boys kept asking the younger boys if they wanted to suck their dicks—all in fun, of course, but with an edge of erotic play that had some truth to it. You know how teenage boys can be with younger boys. It was hot in the apartment, so the drunken teens soon had their shirts off. I made Brian crawl to each boy and lick the boy’s sweaty armpits and body. These photos would cement his fate. I wanted Brian to suck the boys’ cocks, but the boys were too shy in front of each other. After the party, Glenn had his dick sucked. I asked Glen if he wanted to ass fuck Brian, but he thought that was too queer. Foolish boys.
My next step with Brian is to have him lose his job in some really shameful way so that he gets no severance pay or anything. I also want to put photos and IDs up on the internet on those expose the fag sites. I want to convince Brian that everyone who passes him on the street knows that he is a small dicked freak. I want him to feel that everyone is laughing at him. I am trying to arrange a night at the gym, through my buddy who is a manager there, when the gym is closed to the public, to open it for a private event for my very, very rough friends. I want to make Brian work out totally naked and have every one roar with laughter at his pathetic peanut dick. Then, of course, they will get to fuck his ass. He is an excellent ass fuck by the way. I told him God gives everyone a special talent. His is being a cunt!
When I am not playing with him, he doesn’t even cry much anymore. He just sits in a kind of dull-eyed stupor. Of course, he must sit naked with his legs spread, so his tiny dick is always on display.
I am trying to get Ethan to fuck Brian’s ex-wife pregnant, but he doesn’t want any responsibility. I also suggested that Ethan get her drunk some night and have other guys fuck her so she cannot hold anything against him. I don’t know if that will work, and I may just have to let her get on with her life. I wish her well. She suffered enough having a small dicked husband.
My time with tiny dicked Brian is almost finished. He is almost totally destroyed. He is a really cute, handsome guy, but he is now also a pathetic fucked up mess, and I think it might be fun to turn his well-muscled chest into two fucking girl titties and I love the fact that with the hormone shots, his already peanut-sized dick will shrink even more. When I tell him I am considering this, he still manages to cry and beg, although little else I do to him brings tears to his eyes anymore. Mostly he is just totally defeated.
The other day, I had him sit on the sofa with his muscular legs up and open, frigging his peanut dick and shoving a large dildo in and out of his ass while I told him the latest concerning his ex-wife. Considering the little time they were married and the fact that his wife could not get a decent fuck from his small dick, we thought we might be able to get the marriage annulled, but the judge who is a friend of mine said that small dicks did not make a marriage invalid. I made Brian drop his pants and show the judge his small dick, and my friend agreed that it was pathetic and that he had better stay away from women. So anyway, we had to divorce them. I made sure that Brian signed everything over to his ex-wife, the car, the condo, every cent in his bank account.
He would soon be fired, so there was no worry about that. I wanted him totally destitute. His ex-wife decided to move to New York, and we had Ethan fuck her one last time before she left, then he brought his huge cunt sauce covered dick over, and Brian had to lick the cum and cunt slop off his fuckmeat. While he licked the fat dick and the bloated balls clean, I reminded Brian that his very last taste of her cunt would be taking it off the dirty dick of a man who had just fucked her.
Brian kept crying that he was straight, that he loved his ex-wife, and they could work out a good sexual relationship. I brought out photos of Ethan my friend the actor fucking her and asked Brian if he could do that.
This totally depressed him, and he went into a kind of state of shock. To cheer him up, I took him to a new gym where I had him parade around the locker room naked so all of the jocks could see his little finger-sized dick. As usual, there was much laughter at his expense. I make him shave totally down there now, so the pricklet can be more easily seen and laughed at.
But it was time to get him fired from work. I wanted to arrange a kind of incident that would cause him to be let go without any severance or back pay or anything. I wanted him fired in total shame, so what I did was order him to go into the company men’s washroom where he had to remove all of his clothes, lie on the floor, and shove a dildo up his ass. Once again, he tried to resist, and I had to remind him of the photos I had of him with young boys and that he would spend years in prison if he did not comply.
Then I texted Brian’s direct manager, five or six of the younger guys who work at the company, and the C.E.O. I told them to hurry to the men’s bathroom as it was an emergency. Brian’s manager was first, followed by two of the good-looking, handsome workers and then the C.E.O. himself. They threw open the door to see Brian fucking himself on the floor of the toilet with a huge dildo! I leaned against the wall a bit down the hall to observe the fun from a distance. The C.E.O. ordered Brian to get dressed and get out at once. If Brian were not gone in five minutes, he would call the police. Oh, one small problem, I had gone in and taken all of Brian’s clothes so he would have to leave the office totally bare-ass naked. Goddamn, it was fun watching this handsome, muscular man fall apart. He had had such a warm, friendly personality, and now he was just a shell of a man. He ran hysterically toward me in the hall, as I stood in the elevator holding his clothing. I made sure the door shut just before he got to me. He still carried the long thick dildo in his hand. The men from his office yelled horrible things at him.
He didn’t show up at his apartment until almost six o’clock. I had had most of his furniture and clothing taken away. I had left him a thin black, torn leotard bottom, cut off very high so the ass cheeks showed, a shortcut off tee shirt that had COCKSUCKER on the front and TINY DICK on the back, and an old pair of ripped athletic shoes. These were the only clothes he would have for the immediate future.
I did leave his computer so that he could hook up with guys to fuck his ass and dicks for him to suck. I wanted him treated like a cunt for from now on. I set up a schedule of men to show up at this shabby room I had rented for him to use him all day and night. I would help pick the nastiest, sleaziest men I could find. By the end of the month, Brian would lose his apartment to his ex-wife, and he would live in this empty room in a really bad area of town. He would sleep on the floor and eat dog food. He would piss and shit in a litterbox. I would cover the walls of his room with posters of his small dick.
At one point he considered suicide, but that would ruin our game, so I told him that if he ever did anything foolish like that, I would send the obscene photos to his parents and they would know that their son was a child-molesting pervert. I would also send it to all the newspapers and online media sources.
I made him constantly masturbate without cumming, of course. That tiny little pecker was so cute when it was hard. That day when he lost his job and ran out of the building naked, he finally showed up wearing some ill-fitting pants he must have stolen from someplace. He was barefoot and topless. Looking at his heaving chest was when I got the idea that it might be fun to give him girl tits. Not just hormone treatments but actual artificial tit implants. My doctor friend said it would have to be done in stages so the muscle and skin could adjust to being stretched. Of course, we would want larger and larger udders for young Brian. Also, we would want swollen enlarged nipples, especially for those nights in the gym locker room. That gave me the idea that I am asking you about: should I stick with Brian and do that to him, or should I just dump him and move on?
When Brian showed up quite hysterical, I calmed him down by giving him a nice big mug full of cum. The teenage boys had been doing a good job of bringing overused rubbers. Why not, Brian was paying them fifty bucks a dirty condom. I knew the boys were getting the cum-filled rubbers from other sources. They probably paid five dollars to other boys because there was a fucking lot of them. I filled the mug and heated the cum slightly, so it had a nice thick wallpaper like consistency. What a lovely drink for a tired young former executive, a brimming mug of teenage boy spooge.
Later, I found him curled up in the bathtub sobbing and trembling. So I pissed on him.
But Brian needed some money, so I got him a job at a gay bar. The bar had naked guys with lots of muscle and obviously huge swinging dicks dancing on small stages. I convinced the owner that it would be a unique freak show thing to have one dancer with the smallest dick imaginable. He would have to dance night after night totally naked in front of hundreds of gay men. It would mean altering his sucking and fucking schedule, but we could do that. He could suck and fuck before work and afterward into the wee small hours of the morning.
Some nights there are masturbation shows, and while the other dancers beat their huge fuckers, Brian fingers his little peanut. Some guys, strangely enough, find him erotic, but most dudes want to make fun of him and verbally abuse him. Sometimes they want to abuse him physically as well. I allow that as long as there are no broken bones.
The high school boys, over twenty of them some weeks, from his old apartment continue to come over to have their dicks sucked. Some come two or three times a week. None of them fuck his pussy though, and I need to keep his pussy fucked so that he feels totally emasculated. At his new apartment, I allow him a bowl of dog food into which he has pissed for meals plus a nice small bowl of cum and a glass of piss. He is losing weight. To keep him healthy, I stuff him with pills and vitamins. The only toilet in his new digs is at the end of the hall and shared by drug dealers and the dregs of the earth. The toilet gets unspeakably filthy, so I have Brian help out by cleaning it with his mouth. He must walk the halls of his tenement digs totally naked, so that the derelicts and druggies who live there can laugh at him.
With no TV, no music, no books, nothing, I instruct him to just sit and masturbate all day, waiting for “guests.” He also has a ten-inch dildo to play with. He is to use that between “guests” four times a day. I do indeed pick the most repulsive men to be served by him. They are often very, very fat, or old, or dirty or hairy in the extreme. I want them all to have huge dicks, not only to humiliate him, but also to hurt him when they fuck him. I want there to be absolutely no pleasure in his life. Not one moment. I have provided a riding crop, some paddles, some handcuffs and an assortment of dildos for the visitors to use. I also have a huge chart on the wall measuring Brian’s dick with Ethan’s dick. I had a little fun with the numbers.
So where to now, what lies in the future for Brian? I am willing to accept any ideas you may have as to how to bring him down even further although there is not much left. I take him out almost every week to expose himself and masturbate in front of little children. That seems to be the worst thing for him. What about the tits? What do you think? Or some tattoos?
I want to thank everyone who contributed advice and opinion on the state of Brian’s tits and his future. After careful consideration, I decided to proceed with his hormone treatments. I want him so totally fucking humiliated and freakish that he can barely function. I want him laughed at and mocked everywhere he goes. And since he is dancing naked in the gay bar, I want his dick as small and insignificant as possible—more like a clit than a cock—and I want his tits to be as grotesque as possible. As far as tattooing goes, one of our readers had a very excellent suggestion of applying henna temporary tattoos as we can then change what we want on him. For example, have “COCKHOLE” on his forehead with an arrow pointing down his nose toward his mouth, but it would not be permanent and could be changed. I am having “CUNT” printed on his ass cheeks for when I take him to the gym.
So we have started with the hormone treatments. I like the idea of the terror in Brian of the feeling of losing his manhood as he slowly changes. The doctor assures me that his dick will get even smaller. It will take months, of course, but the early results are already promising.
The fact that he had nice big man pecs will help with the titty look. The first thing that happens is that the muscle in the pecs breaks down, so the chest becomes flabby. The muscle is already breaking down, and his tits are starting to develop. I am considering tit implants as well since it would be quick and easy. He has begun nipple injections as well since we always like our sluts to have nice full nipples. Of course, I want the nipples much more developed. Large, more sensitive nipples enhance the freakish look.
I want the guys at the gym, at the pool, and in the sauna to roar with laughter at him. He cries a lot when I play with his nipples and tell him what a good cunt he will make.
This doctor is really cool. For inspiration, he showed me some lovely photos of boys of twelve and thirteen whose parents or guardians have given them huge tits. How terribly humiliating for the young boys to have to carry around those big fucking udders and go to school that way. I think it is incredibly hot. He introduced me to a boy of fifteen with whom he is working. The boy has a really nice set of titties started. The kid’s father found out the boy is gay, and he is punishing his son by turning him into a cunt at fifteen.
Brian spends his days and nights now sucking dick, getting fucked up the ass, dancing naked, cleaning men’s rooms with his mouth, and having me take him out in public to totally degrade and embarrass him. All fun things. I will soon pass him on to some buddies of mine so I can go on to new projects, but I do want to make certain he is totally ruined first.
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