Randall 2 (Gay SPH)
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Randall and I continued to play around for the next few months. The sex and humiliation became even hotter now that he was over twice my size. When Randall came over, I would drop everything to please his cock, and make sure he was happy. He began to take even greater pleasure in humiliating me, threatening to tell my friends about my little dick and my fetish for humiliation and bigger cocks.
He wanted to occasionally take me out in public and flaunt our size difference, so we would go to the locker room together after working out at the gym. Randall would slowly stand before me without being noticed and trace his hands over the front of my shorts as we conversed with somebody else. It wouldn’t take long for me to become fully hard. At that point, Randall would stop and insist we both get changed.
He would force me to get naked first, and I wasn’t allowed to put my clothes back on until he did as well. In the meantime, I would have my four-inch cock at full mast as Randall took his sweet time, letting his six-inch softie swing from side to side. He would often stop other guys and talk to them about the latest sports result as we stood beside each other, his softie completely overshadowing my hard cock. Nobody would usually say anything, but we noticed quite a few raised eyebrows and grins as they noticed the extreme size difference between us.
The only comment we ever got was from another friend, David, who pulled me aside one day with clear pity for my small dick, saying, “Hey, man, I hope you’re not comparing yourself to Randall too much. You’ve got so much to offer, plus, you know, he might be a shower, not a grower, you know?”
Later that night, Randall took great pleasure in these words, making me repeat the mantras: “I have nothing to offer besides my tiny penis” and “I am neither a grower nor a shower. Randall is both a grower and a shower.”
He recorded these videos with me on my knees as he slapped me with his huge erection. For those few months, I was in heaven, as, despite my shrunken cock, I had a ton of time to play with Randall’s meat.
At a certain point, though, the honeymoon phase wore out. The length of time between our play sessions grew and grew, and I became frustrated. Randall wouldn’t come over as often, and if he would, he wouldn’t pay me much attention, just cum and leave. Even though my sexual encounters with Randall filled me with shame and humiliation, they also gave me a sick form of pleasure, and I had become addicted to them.
Randall, I felt, had gotten a little tired of humiliating me and spending time around my little four-inch dick. He began spending most of his free time outside work fucking women with his beautiful nine-and-a-half-inch cock. I would beg him to come to see me, but he became slower and slower at responding to my messages. He would sometimes respond with some humiliating jabs berating my tiny man meat. Still, I would go weeks without seeing him, particularly the beautiful meat I had helped grow for him!
I even began contacting other men for cock size comparison and humiliation. I would go on dating apps and seek out men with big cocks, and promise to worship their cocks if they let me take pictures of our junk side-by-side. I would jerk off endlessly to these photos. Cocks of all shapes, sizes, and colors, all dwarfing my little shrunken dick, even at its hardest state. I would always get two photos. One where we stood across from each other, holding our boners parallel to the ground, touching each other on the side. The other man’s cock would stretch until it hit my stomach, and the gap in the air between my little dick and his stomach showed the gulf in our size.
I was addicted to finding the largest gap I could, evidence of my inferiority. Once I had that first shot, I would drape the other man’s cock over mine, completely eclipsing my own from view. This reminded me that I should never consider the needs and desires of my dick over those of a man with a larger tool, as he could render me invisible and insignificant.
I had built up quite a collection of these photos over a few months, including one of a particularly beautiful cock belonging to a much younger man who was 21 and in college. I felt such shame bringing him back to my apartment and seeing him fawn at the size and decor of my adult apartment compared to his tiny college dorm room. I knew that soon, as I glanced at the already sizable bulge formed in his sweatpants on his lanky undeveloped frame, the tables would be turned, and I would see his arrogant grin as he looked down on how his meat towered over mine.
Sure enough, his cock grew to eight and a half inches. The memory of holding that spongy, thick cock next to my thin sausage is seared into my mind, as is the look of pity that crossed his face when I first lowered my underwear, and my tiny dick sprung out. Nonetheless, that was quickly replaced with the smug grin I was expecting and a look of deep satisfaction as his cock erupted over my face and body.
I jerked off regularly to that photo, as it was the hottest in my collection. My ultimate downfall was probably that obsession. I was in my bedroom one day completely naked, edging myself, and looking at that cock comparison photo on a huge blown-up screen that I sometimes used for work. Suddenly, the door burst open, and Randall stood in the door frame. I had given him a spare key so he could come by at all hours of the day in case he ever needed to get sucked off and didn’t have a willing woman around, but he hadn’t used it in quite some time.
He stood there with a huge smile on his face. “Well, well, what have we here?” he said. “Things haven’t changed much since I last saw you, bud. I guess my chemistry worked out. That thing is still looking tiny as ever.”
I muttered hello and nodded, and my cheeks turned red as I quickly closed the tab with the photo.
“No, no, don’t be ashamed. Show me what you were jerking off to, man,” he exclaimed. “I mean, I’ve seen everything you’re working with (or not working with). What else could you possibly be embarrassed about?”
I didn’t want to show Randall. I said, “Nah, it’s unimportant, just something I was googling online.”
Randall got a little more serious. “I don’t care, fag, show me now what you were looking at to try and turn your little prick on.”
I obliged and opened the photo back up on the big screen. You could see every vein in the huge cock, and the difference between our meat looked even more massive on the big screen, as if we were two different animal species. I looked at Randall’s face to see how he would react.
He nodded slowly, not giving much away. “That’s about what I thought, man. You’re so addicted to this shit. You can’t get enough,” he said. “Wait a minute. Is that your baby dick up there?”
I nodded yes.
“I thought I recognized that pathetic excuse for a penis. At first, I thought that was a porn star, and you found some weird Photoshop shit on some fag forum, but this is you and another cock, huh? Where’d you find this guy?”
I explained to him how I’d found the guy and added that he hadn’t returned my texts, so I had no choice but to seek out other cocks to humiliate me.
Randall’s mood turned a little. “What the fuck, dude? This cock’s not enough for you, huh? After what I’ve done for you to live out this sick baby dick fantasy?”
He grabbed his soft bulge through his pants, already impressive as it snaked down the left side of his pants. My cock twitched a little as I was reminded of its heft.
“No, no,” I protested. “It totally is! I’ve just been horny, OK, but your cock is incredible and all I want.”
“Well, clearly not, right? If you’re seeking this out,” he said as he raised his voice and gestured towards the picture. “Tell me, man, did you measure it? Do you know how big it is? It looks pretty solid to me.”
I looked down, embarrassed at my infidelity to Randall’s cock, after all the friendship and bond we had shared.
“Yeah, man, it’s eight and a half inches,” I slowly responded. “But really, I would much rather have yours any day of the week. The connection we have is something else completely!”
“I guess that’s not true, is it, man?” He began to get angry and barking insults at me. “You’re such a cock-hungry slut. Nothing will ever fucking satisfy you and that tiny worm between your legs. All you want is huge fucking cocks, and you’ll keep going after the biggest thing you can get your pathetic lips around. Isn’t that true?”
“Maybe,” I said as I struggled to look at him in the eyes. “But if you don’t want me to, I won’t go after other guys with big cocks. I can save myself for you! I didn’t know. I thought you didn’t care!”
“Bullshit, man, I know the second I leave here, you’re gonna get horny again and go find another man you can fucking swallow as you jerk yourself off with two fucking fingers.”
I was a little nervous at the darkness in Randall’s tone but also turned on.
“Naw, man, this thing will continue until it swallows you up. I think we only got two options, man.”
“What are they?” I asked, nervous but with my dick at full mast as I listened closely to his every word.
“Well,” he said as he sighed and regained composure. “I think one option is to break off our encounters. I won’t show you my cock again, never tease you about yours. Maybe eventually, you’ll get over this habit without me egging you on, and you’ll get back to a more normal life. Yeah, your boner’s only four inches, which—don’t get me wrong—is fucking small, but it’s enough to at least fuck somebody or fit in somebody’s mouth. I bet honestly you could have a normal sex life at some point and settle down, even if you’ll have a slightly dissatisfied partner.”
I thought about this option for a second. It did, at first listen, sound somewhat healthy. I had become so obsessed with cock size that it had taken over my life. My work and sleep had suffered as I constantly sought humiliation and feelings of inferiority, and my horniness ruled me. But on the other hand, my cock was fully hard, having just been jerking off, and the image of Randall in my room, with his bulge still visible, made me long for more. I couldn’t give up on ever seeing that cock again, could I? I enjoyed it so much, and at the moment, I felt like I would sacrifice so much to suck it again.
“Hmm,” I said as if I was considering his suggestion closely. “Well, what’s the other option?”
“Well,” he leaned in a little. “If you’re not gonna give this up and want to continue being a little cock-hungry faggot, I might be able to get something out of it. That guy’s cock looks pretty fucking big, man,” he said as he gestured at the screen again. “And even though I’ve been having the time of my life fucking all these girls with my nine-and-a-half-inch monster…” he grinned as he grabbed his bulge again, which seemed to have grown a little in his pants since the last time. “…there’s something in me that wants to be even bigger.”
Randall sighed dreamily and continued. “You should fucking see the faces on these chicks, man, when I drop trou and let this thing unveil itself. I swear they start dripping before I even touch them! But I will say, while nine and a half inches is a real alpha-male territory, I feel like ten inches or bigger is god-level,” he continues matter-of-factly.
Then he said, “Don’t get me wrong, I will never have problems getting laid, unlike you, little guy, but sometimes these women ask me how big I am, and even though my cock is fucking impressive, sometimes I really wanna blow them out of the water and say ten inches. Watch their minds explode as I show them the biggest cock they’ve ever seen. You know what I mean?”
I nodded slowly as I started pondering what this would mean.
“Have you ever seen a ten-inch cock, man?” he asked me.
“No,” I said.
“Great,” he said. Then ten inches is what I want. You’re such a slut for cock that if you haven’t seen one in all your whoring around, I feel pretty safe being the biggest that pretty much anybody will have ever been with, and that’s what I want. I want to be untouchable, without comparison, superior to every man that I pass in the street and lock eyes with.”
I gulped. I thought that was pretty hot.
“So that’s the second option. We use the cream again, and you get me up to ten inches. Of course, you go down by one inch, barely anything, but you don’t mind, man?”
I didn’t know what to say. I was so horny that I could barely think. I didn’t want to lose Randall and his cock, so I wanted to give him what he wanted.
“Is there anything in between we could do?” I pleaded. “I want to help you, but this is bad. Would I still be able to piss even without getting it on my balls?”
“Look, man, it’s up to you,” Randall said. “Take it or leave it. But I promise you. You’re never seeing this cock again. I’m about to walk out the door, and you can see it in your dreams. You OK with that?”
I swallowed loudly. “OK, OK,” I burst out. “I wanna see it again… It’s been so long!”
Randall smiled. “That’s a good little boy. I knew you wanted to see this big thing again. Don’t worry,” he winked. “This will be quick and painless, OK?” Barely giving me any time to process what I had just agreed to, Randall reached into his bag and withdrew the cream we had used before. “I brought it over just in case you felt this way,” he grinned. “And it’s perfect since you’re already naked, and that thing is ripe for shrinking!”
For a split second, I should change my mind. Maybe I could handle never seeing Randall’s cock again. Would it be good to have a normal, non cock-addicted life? I could have boring, normal sex again. I would miss my old average five incher, but four wasn’t so bad. Three inches would send me into micropenis territory, where I feel I could never have sex again.
But as I contemplated this, any decision-making power was stripped away. Randall reached his hand out, having already dipped it into the cream, and started lathering up my stiff dick. I moaned in pleasure as the cold cream touched my hard member. Any reservations I had went out the window as I completely gave myself over to the pleasure of my best friend’s hand on my dick. I started moaning and couldn’t control what was coming out of my mouth.
“Yes, Randall, thank you,” I screamed. “I’m so excited to be helping you grow your monster cock.”
He started laughing as he realized the absurdity of the situation. “Man, you fucking love this, don’t you?” he said.
I nodded as I writhed in deep pleasure at his touch.
“You realize you’re pathetic, right?” he added. “Your dick is already tiny, and now it’s gonna be fucking minuscule,” he said with a grin. “You can’t help it because you can’t resist my hand on your cock, can’t resist pleasing me and giving me what I want.”
I nodded again and said, “I would do anything for you and that huge, beautiful cock. I only wanted to please you from the moment I saw it.”
He laughed again, even louder.
“Plus,” I said, “your big hands on my dick feel soooo good.”
“Are you allowed to call it a dick?” he asked. “I think you should start calling it a clit or something like that,” he smiled.
“Yes, OK,” I obliged. “Your big hands on my little clit feel soooo good. Please don’t stop, Randall!”
“My God,” he said. You’re so fucking pathetic. “I didn’t even tell you to call it tiny, and you add it yourself. I can’t believe it took me this long to discover your truth! You are such a cock-hungry pathetic fag.”
I nodded, in so much pleasure and arousal, wanting nothing more than for Randall to continue berating me. He obliged.
“You’re such a fucking horny pathetic baby dick fag,” he said as he stroked my clit harder, and I moaned. “I offer you a chance at a normal life, and you throw it all away just to get one more look at my fucking man’s cock. Can you believe that? Sacrificing your entire chance for sexual satisfaction and happiness to get off over my meat. I mean, I know it’s beautiful, but come on, man, you are so fucking pathetic. And you’re enjoying this too, aren’t you? This is probably the most turned-on you’ve ever been?”
I nodded, unable to speak through my arousal.
“You love throwing away what’s left of your manhood, becoming even more pathetic, so you can’t even have a chance at a real sexual relationship, right?” Randall asked as he stroked me even faster.
Again, I nodded.
“Well, don’t worry,” he said, “I’m gonna give you that,” he smiled. “Now tell me, man,” as he stroked my dick with his shrinking cream. “Do you want to see my cock now?”
I nodded as if my life depended on it and let out a breathy “YES” louder than I expected.
“OK, man, I’m about to let the beast out so we can finish the transaction,” he said as I saw his beautiful cock strain against the fabric of his pants.
“But,” he paused as he slightly slowed the speed of his hand on my erection, removing it for a second. “Tell me, man, does a little worthless fag like you deserve a three-inch dick? Or would it be better if we went down to one?”
I froze for a second.
“After all,” he said as he resumed stroking my dick. “You remember what happens when you cum, don’t you, when this cream is on you?”
“I do,” I said, between moans of pleasure, “but I don’t know, man, one inch is… I don’t know. It sounds a little insane… I might be a bit worried about that…”
“It might sound that way,” he grinned as he continued to stroke, now ever so slowly, “but what’s the difference really? And don’t you want to cum for me,” he said sexily, “and feel some much-needed release?”
I gulped. I did want nothing more at that moment than to cum with Randall stroking me, but I didn’t know if I could handle walking through life with only 1 inch between my legs.
“C’mon, man, let it rip,” he suggested quietly. “It would be fucking hot…”
At the moment, I wasn’t thinking straight. All that existed in the world was Randall whispering to me, holding my cock in his manly hands, stroking my little shaft up and down with just the perfect amount of pressure. I wanted to do whatever he wanted, and I also wanted some release.
Suddenly, he leaned over and whispered, “C’mon, man. You’re my best friend. Let that little dick cum for me. Please, dude. Give me the godly cock I deserve, and let your little thing disappear forever.”
He tightened his grip on my dick, and I gave into the release, letting spurts of cum explode all over myself and the floor. I was panting uncontrollably as I experienced the biggest orgasm of my life. Randall smiled. He moved his hand from my slowly softening cock, wiped some cream from his fingers, and quickly pulled down his pants to let his huge cock spring out. It made a massive slapping sound as it hit his abdomen.
“Man, taking away basically your entire dick has turned me on, man,” he beamed.
“But don’t worry a deal’s a deal. I’m letting you see this alpha cock one more time!”
I had never seen Randall happier as he started applying the cream to his massive cock. In the meantime, I was on the floor in shock and horror at how small my dick had become. I was still in great shape, so my cock wasn’t shrinking into my body, but it stuck out as a tiny nub with little pebble-sized balls on either side. Randall could not seem happier at my predicament as I lay there, post orgasm, panicking at what I had just done.
“Any regrets, man?” he asked with clear joy as he stroked his huge cock with two hands back and forth. “You reverted your cock back to a literal baby’s penis just to see my dick one more time.”
I didn’t know what to say. I couldn’t even get up, covered in my cum, as I contemplated what my life would be like now. In the meantime, Randall’s cock grew.
“Come over here, man, and measure for me?” he asked.
I nodded as I stayed on the floor but grabbed a ruler and pressed it to his monster shaft. “Twelve inches exactly,” I said with awe.
“Perfect,” he said.
“Now listen, man, you’re way too addicted to my cock, and I don’t think I can be seen with a man with a micropenis anymore, so I think we have to part ways here. But you know what, I think I’m gonna leave you one more parting gift so you can think about what you’ve done. Come here,” he said. “You get one lick. choose wisely.”
I crawled over to him. I looked up at his huge cock, knowing it might be the last time I would ever see it but regretting nothing.
I gave his huge penis the longest lick I could, starting from his balls and working up the shaft until I reached the head. I tried putting the head in my mouth, but he quickly pushed me off.
“I said one lick, no dick,” he said forcefully.
“OK, lie down now,” he commanded. “You get a parting present from me.”
As I lay on the floor, he stepped on my dick with his foot, crushing my balls in pain, and let his cock erupt into the air. Cum rained down on me, covering every inch of my body. I opened my mouth and let some of it stay in my tongue and throat. Randall sighed loudly. He kneeled, wiped his still-huge softening cock on my hair to get the cum off, and as he wagged the tiny remainder of my manhood between his pinky and thumb, said the last words he would ever say out loud to me.
“Bye-bye, baby boy,” he cooed. “I hope you enjoyed your brief time being a man.”
He stood and took a picture of me covered in cum with my one-inch cock sticking up. He texted me later that day with a copy. The caption said: ‘If you ever try to contact me again, this photo goes out to your entire contact list. I’ll be watching the dating apps too. No sexual contact with anybody, or your little secret is out. Bye man, thanks for helping me become a god, and sorry for ruining your sex life (even though you asked for it).’
For some reason, I followed Randall’s commands. I haven’t had anything resembling sex for years. The rest of my life is reasonably normal. Every once in a while, though, I take my stub between my fingers, remember the penis that I used to have, and most of all, recall the burned image in my head of my best friend and his beautiful cock that took my manhood.
*This story has been edited to fix spelling, punctuation, formatting errors, & basic grammar. Still, the narrative and plot have remained the same. We have changed the protagonists penis size to make the story more exciting for our readers. Even with the limited editing done here, it doesn’t mean any possible major flaws in this story were fixed (That’s the author’s job). The opinions/views expressed in this story (and in any comments) are those of the author and do not represent this site. We support freedom of speech. This story has been previously published on other free sites and is now public domain, which is why we can publish it here.
I love this story. I wish there was such a cream. I would gladly help Randall grow to 13 inches.