BOYCLIT – CHAPTER FOUR
This story involves teenagers (of legal age) dominating an older man; small penis humiliation; and elements of `magical realism' to heighten the dick size disparity. I hope you enjoy.
I've not made the characters use condoms because I know the bareback obsessives among you will freak out, but in real life I use them and frankly you should too.
Thank you to everyone who wrote in after chapter three, with ideas or just to say they'd enjoyed the story – it's a great motivator to write more. Thank you also to the many Nifty authors I've enjoyed for over half my lifetime (and many of whose tropes I have shamelessly pilfered!). Thanks also to Nifty itself, to which you should consider donating.
(Sorry chapter four took a while – I've had a busy year.)
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End of Chapter Three:
"Max and I are going to Regent's Canal to do some punting. You're all right to get dressed and let yourself out?" asked Xavier, not particularly expecting an answer. He removed Max's week-old boxers from my mouth, which by this point I felt sure I had cleaned with my saliva, and threw them disgustedly to the floor. "Oh, but first, give me your `phone number and full address."
Fuzzy-headed, I didn't question him, as ever. I started tapping out my details on the phone he handed me – he had already entered my name: Boyclit'.
"Now I will text you first if I ever intend on turning up at yours, but I will be turning up. I do not take no for an answer. Fucking hell, Art," he said, slapping me endearingly on the cheek, "that was a bloody great fuck. Oh, and sorry about Max–" he nodded towards his friend "–he's pretty brutal but not normally that brutal. His little princess of a boyfriend's been holding out on him, you understand? Well, I suppose you don't," he finished, smirking down at my vanishingly small dick.
"Oh, we almost forgot," Xavier said, picking up that cursed tape measure and putting it around my neck, before tying it neatly like a tie, "I wouldn't want you forgetting what I taught you'd these last two days before I next see you. Not that you will."
And with that, they left.
I sat back on the floor to catch my breath and collect my thoughts for nearly an hour, before getting up and ready to leave. I felt sure I'd be back, just as they said, but right now I needed to go home, curl up in a ball and recover.
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Chapter Four:
It was 11.23am, Saturday morning. I opened my eyes groggily and grabbed my `phone.
"My house, 1pm. Don't be late."
It had been a week since I'd met Xavier and he had turned me into his fucktoy, with the help of his friend Max. After I had got home I collapsed on my bed, exhausted. For the first couple of days I felt like I needed to recover, but by mid-week my mind kept drifting to Xav and I wondered longingly about why he hadn't contacted me. As the week wore on I stayed true to my promise not to touch my dicklet or even rub it, as Xavier had instructed, but this only made me more desperate to see him. Had he found some new slut to use?
But seeing his text message, excited, I jumped out of bed and started to get ready. Once I was washed and dressed, I picked up the bright yellow tape measure from on top of my chest of drawers. The tape measure with which Xavier had shown me my destiny. Diligently, I placed it over my shoulders and tied it like a tie, before tucking it into my shirt, where it was mostly concealed from view. I checked my watch. 12:20pm.
I descended the escalator into the Underground station. I was excited, and more than a little aroused. I looked around the Tube carriage at all the men, in that different way I had looked at them this last week. Some carried themselves with utter confidence, others so meekly, and most somewhere in between. I couldn't help but glance at each of their crotches, and the size of each of their bulges – in suit trousers, gym shorts, skinny jeans – invariably explained this hierarchy. I licked my lips.
One short ride and half an hour later, I walked up to the front door of Xavier's enormous townhouse and rang the bell.
He answered the door in his school uniform.
"Hey slut. You're early," he said, motioning for me to follow him and turning on the balls of his feet. He brought me to the drawing room.
"Max and his little brother Teddy will be here to pick us up in ten minutes," Xavier said matter-of- factly.
"Pick us up?" I asked.
"Yep. Term starts again on Monday. We're headed back to school a couple of days early, though, because the kids in our House are throwing a big party after Teddy's Wimbledon win. I thought it might be fun to have you around for the weekend though. Fun for us at least."
We heard a car beeping its horn. Xavier grabbed his duffel bag and barked "Come on, fag."
Outside, I saw Max at the wheel of an enormous blue estate car with its roof down, with a boy who looked like a slightly smaller version of him in the passenger seat, who I took to be Teddy.
"A Rolls-Royce, Max? Nice. What happened to your Mini?" enquired Xavier.
"I made dad trade me," Max smirked, as Xav climbed into the car and I dutifully clambered in behind.
Max sped us off.
"Good to see you again, Teddy," Xav said. "And congratulations."
"Yes, congratulations," I began, "Nice to meet you. I'm Art—"
"I know who you are," Teddy interrupted, "you're the little slut my brother and Xav put on the spit last weekend. I can't wait to get to school and get in on the action."
Oh great, I thought, now Xavier was pimping me out to his friend's sixteen-year-old little brother.
"Who says we have to wait `til we get to school?" Xav pondered aloud. I could see him rubbing crotch. The bulge expanded out to his huge distinctive dickprint – the dick that had broken me last weekend started snaking down his trouser leg.
Xavier grabbed my hand and placed it on his monstercock, which was hot to the touch. "How about a little road head, fag?"
"Please, Xav – I mean, Sir – we're in Central London traffic. Someone will see."
"Shut it, you," Xavier said, already undoing his belt, "who's gonna say or do anything when they'd have to admit they were watching a boy in school uniform getting his dick sucked. They're not gonna know I'm eighteen."
I wasn't sure whether that was supposed to make me feel better, but Xavier gets what Xavier wants. His dick was out of his boxers now, standing upright, reaching level with his impressive pecs – it may as well have been halfway to the sky.
He put his hand on the back of my head and looked me in the eyes.
"Don't pretend you haven't missed it. You've gone a whole week without dick – because we all know you don't have one between your legs."
He was telling the truth on both counts. He nudged me towards his dick and I complied, contorting myself within my seatbelt and moving my face towards his crotch. Xavier gently gripped a fistful of my hair and moved my mouth down past the head, past the long thick shaft, until my nose was buried in his balls.
"Why don't you lick my balls a little first. Stick out your tongue, lick my balls, and look up at me."
He pulled his trousers down to his angles. I was nuzzling his package at a ninety-degree angle, still trapped by my seatbelt, as I started to lap at his weighty nuts, hanging just low enough to stick to the car's plush dark leather seats. After I got into a ball-licking rhythm I looked up at him, but his cock was so truly enormous it obscured much of his face. He occasionally glanced down at me, but mostly stared to his right at cars in the neighbouring lane. It occurred to me he might actually want someone to see him, over nine-inches jutting towering from his loins, and a man ten years his senior servicing him.
"Just look at it. Look at how big my cock is," Xavier said to me. He enjoyed showing off his dick, which was bigger than any he'd seen in real life; but showing it off to me, being so unhung, knowing I couldn't even imagine what it was like to pack so much, got him off especially. I looked up at his dick and moaned, desperate to wrap my lips around it for the first time in a week. I knew my cocklet didn't deserve to be touched, heightening my eagerness to touch his.
"Hi there," Xav said. I looked up and saw a mostly empty double decker bus, but our car had pulled up right next to a young gay couple on the lower deck, now staring down as Xav's monstercock, and my face buried in his balls. They looked suitably impressed. Xavier winked and blew a kiss; while I wanted the ground to swallow me up.
"Woah," Teddy observed, craning his neck from the passenger seat.
"I told you Xav's got a whopper," Max said, "but don't worry – you've still got a couple of years to catch up with us."
"Excuse me?" Xavier said. "Us? I've got a good two inches on you, last time we measured."
Teddy giggled at his big brother's dressing down, and Xavier winked at him, egging him on.
"Like I said, I'm doing all right," Max said, "besides, we're all monsters compared to fuckslut down there."
Teddy asked, "Is it true he's barely three inches?"
"Do you want to see?" Xavier replied.
"Hey fagboy, get your little dicklet out and show Max's little brother."
"Please," I begged, lips still pressed against Xav's balls, "please can we wait `til we're somewhere a little more private?"
"Not your decision, fucktoy. Now do it quickly or I'll make you strip off for the rest of the car journey."
I sat back up in my seat, and fumbled with my trousers. Teddy stared at me intently. I pulled my trousers and underwear down over the tiny tent I had popped the moment Xav put my hand on his dick. While his had stretched up practically to the sky, mine was half obscured by my pubes.
Teddy started to laugh. "I don't think my dick's been that small since I was a kid."
"Fags like this are a totally different genepool to us, Teddy," Max said.
"I am so fucking hard right now," Teddy said. "I need to get off." He rubbed his crotch some more.
We had been driving for about an hour now. The busy Central London streets had thinned out to suburban roads, lined by houses with front gardens, `til we drove past the M25 onto a fairly traffic- free motorway. Home Counties fields whizzed past
"All right, you can put you little pecker back in your panties now," Xavier said.
I thought he'd have me suck him off now, or at least let me carry on licking his balls – my apprehensions had dwindled as the roads were less busy and we'd picked up some speed. But to my disappointment, he was pulling up his trousers and shoving his hard-on back into them.
Xavier continued, "I want to time this out. I want to breed you with a huge load in my dorm when we're back. Enough seed to still be swimming inside you after a month. And I think watching the Thompson brothers spitroast you would turn me on."
"Yesss," Teddy hissed from the front seat.
"Max, pull into the next field you see. Covered from view or not – your shout."
"I don't think it would be fair to deny the good people of Berkshire a view of this, do you?" Max said, keeping an eye out for a fitting location. A couple of minutes he pulled the Rolls-Royce into a field, with no hedgerows – just a fence, with an open gate halfway along it.
He, Xav and Teddy jumped out of the car, randy and keen. I got out a little more slowly, scared about Max taking me again – he was so rough, – with his sixteen-year-old brother taking me with the other hole.
"Maybe over your car bonnet?" Xavier said, sliding back into the car, but into the driver's seat, for a prime view.
"Can I fuck him?" Teddy pleaded, with boyish enthusiasm.
"Nope," Max said, "I only got to use his mouth last week, and on things like this big brothers get dibs."
"No fair!" complained Teddy.
"He's my cockslut, and I think I know how to settle this," Xav chimed in, with his characteristically mischievous grin. "Whichever of you has the biggest dick should get his ass."
"Well that's me, obviously," Max said, as though the matter were settled. He had seduced a little twink called Pierre from the nearby village at his family's villa in the Dordogne when they were holidaying last summer. Teddy had walked into Max's room as it was happening – and rather than walk out, Max remembered smiling proudly, as Teddy strode up to the twink, shoved his dick – big but not as big as his – right into the twink's shocked and doe-eyed face. Being spitroasted by two teen gay brothers had had Pierre's below-average wood squirting its little load all over Max's bedsheets in seconds.
"Hey! Who says?" Teddy protested.
"Come on then Art," Xav said to me, "make yourself useful, get on your knees and take off that tape measure. Use it to tell us which brother is biggest."
I figured there was no point in arguing, so I fell resignedly to my knees. Max and Teddy were soon looming over me, each unbuttoning and unzipping, each keen to get his dick in my face. I began to perform my duty, starting with Max. I didn't need to be told to follow the length by measuring his girth this time.
"Seven-point-two by six-point-one inches," I said, beyond envious – in awe – that this stud was twice as long over eight times thicker than my pathetic excuse for a manhood.
"And what's young Teddy got?"
I looked at Teddy, and wondered why Max had been so confident. Certainly from sight he seemed to have the endowment edge. I brought the tape measure up to Teddy's bush and lay the linen along Teddy's rock-hard cock.
"It's seven-point-six inches," I said.
"Ha!" Teddy laughed.
"And his length. Do his length, you little cunt," Max said, clearly annoyed.
I couldn't be sure, because compared to mine both Max and Teddy's were both so unfathomably thicker – I could just about wrap my fingers around theirs, while before Xav had told me not to wank or even rub my boyclit, I had never used more than two fingers and a thumb – I couldn't be sure yet, but it seemed Teddy had the edge here too.
"Six-point-four inches, sir," I said.
"Hahahaha," Teddy said.
"You're bigger than last summer, little bro," Max said through gritted teeth, trying to be amicable.
"I know," Teddy said, "one of the Russian boys at the tennis club told me in the showers that I'd put on at least a centimetre soft this year alone. Pegged him for a fag and fucked him in the sauna after, as you do."
"As you do." Max agreed. "Fine. You get to fuck him," he continued as though I weren't there or were an object.
"First," Xav said, "let's remind the fag exactly why he's about to take from both ends from you two. Slut, strip off and measure up."
My reticence crept back. The idea of being totally naked in a stranger's field in broad daylight, impeding my ability to make a speedy or discreet getaway, had me worried. But I had formed a habit of doing as Xavier told me and this time was no exception.
I sat on the floor to take off my shoes and shirt, then stood again to strip off my trousers. I inhaled deeply, overcoming my lifelong reluctance to remove my underwear in front of anyone, and looked over at Xavier who was whispering to the Thompson two. I slipped out of my briefs too.
I brought the tape measure down to my pitiful dick and measured it for them.
"Still three-point-one by two-point-two inches, sir," I said, staring down at the tape measure, where suddenly Max and Teddy's cocks were beside mine, prodding me in the hips, while mine pointed towards their hips but missed by over four inches. I saw Xavier's smartphone appear too, and heard the skeuomorphic shutter of its camera go off several times, catching a bird's eye view of Max and Teddy's cocks dwarfing my own.
"Hey," I said, trying to object.
"Sorry boyclit, but there are guys all over the world online – real men and fags alike – who need to see this to make them realise we are entirely different species. Be grateful the pics don't have your face in. Yet."
I gulped at this threatening last word.
"Tell young Teddy here how you two compare," Xavier said, getting back in the driver's seat as though it were a director's chair, "then lie over the bonnet and get ready to take their dicks, like nature put you on earth to do."
"Your cock is huge, sir," I told the sixteen-year-old, who beamed with pride as he shook his seven- and-a-half inches at me, "my tiny dicklet is over eighteen times smaller. You're more than eighteen times the man I will ever be."
Judging by the look on Max's face, he was remembering he was fifteen times the man I would ever be, and making a mental note to take out his frustrations – at being outsized by his little brother and made to wait to use my boypussy for a second time – as brutally as possible on the back of my throat.
"All right, boy," Teddy said. The sexually precocious teenager was rubbing his forearm up and down between my buttcheeks, while ushering me towards the car bonnet, which was still hot from the engine. He pushed me onto it, and Max made his way around the other side. He shoved his junk in my face, and I realised the poor hygiene from last weekend had not been purely because of the festival he'd attended. The ripe manly familiar stink of his balls overpowered me, it had me moaning as surely as it had me salivating. He reached down and started pushing his sweaty cock onto my face, hard, rubbing it all over my cheeks, nose and forehead.
"That's it. Just keep your cuntface still and take my dick all over you, you pin-dicked little bitch," Max said, thinking to himself how the sight of a cockhungry little fag with a face full of his dick never grew old.
"Fuck, you guys never said the slut had such a nice bubble butt!" Teddy exclaimed.
I felt my cock-covered face flush red with a strange sense of pride, and then unexpected sensation of something soft and wet wriggling against my hole. I gasped and looked back, seeing Teddy's face buried in my ass.
"Hey!" Max said, bitchslapping me, "get back to cleaning my balls. My little brother is too nice – he likes to eat out a bitch's pussy before fucking it."
I felt Teddy's big boy hands grasp each of my buttcheeks, strong, squeezing them, jiggling them, playfully spanking them, as he drove his tongue deeper into my boycunt. It was like nothing I'd ever experienced before. I started breathing heavily into Max nuts, as my entire body shook and tingled. My rock hard dicklet, still ignored, began leaking over the Rolls-Royce hood like crazy. If ever I'd needed more proof I was a fag, a pair of holes, unendowed because I was a fucksleeve for real men, this was it – it felt a thousand times better than any time I'd ever rubbed my little boyclit. I moaned and pushed back gratefully onto Teddy's adroit attentive mouth.
Xavier surveyed the sight from the driver's seat of the car, as his nine-inch monster strained against the leg of his trousers, the sight of the two clothed brothers with their hard dicks out and me naked and prostrate on the car bonnet.
He knew the power Max must feel watching Art moan into his balls, probably intensified by the fact those ripe balls rarely got a wash, meaning Art had to put up with their manstink. Hey, the cockwhore probably even enjoyed it. He also knew Max must be annoyed at being pipped to the post size-wide by Teddy, so Xav would get to enjoy watching Max give Art a particularly ruthless throatfucking.
Xavier watched now with intrigue at Teddy licking out Art's recently virgin hole. Xavier had eaten out a few of the girls he'd fucked, the feminist ones who insisted on it if he was gonna get a blowjob. It would never really occur to him to do it – for him sex was all about him and The Fuckclub. But as he watched the blissful expression spread across Art's face it got him thinking. He wanted Art to be a little scared of him, but he wanted him to be devoted too. There was a tenderness to it he could maybe get behind, as long as Art remembered who was in charge. Xav made a mental note that if he got the little bitch heated up enough, he might even make Art's boyclit squirt just from getting fucked, which could only turn him into an even more dedicated cockslut.
He glanced down at his `phone, scrolling through the photographs he had just taken, his cock twitching and trying to jump in his besieged trouser leg some more. Xavier couldn't believe his luck at finding a cockslut like Art – Art was so malleably new to sex, so exotically lower class, and so unhung. In the picture, Art's dicklet really did stick out like nothing more a little clit, incapable of penetration, especially compared to the Thompson brothers' much bigger cocks.
Xav also enjoyed a little chuckle as he compared Max and Teddy in the photo. He had known Max for years, he knew he was an alpha top, and with over seven inches quite rightly so. But he couldn't help but enjoy the power struggle he'd just seen between the two brothers as he compared the younger one's slightly bigger cock with Max's in the photo – impossibly, Xav's dick seemed to harden up even more.
He was brought out of his daydream as he heard Art's muffled mumbling and felt the rocking of the car intensify.
He looked up to see Max and Teddy picking up speed. Max had taken only two jabs to bury his huge cock to its hilt in my mouth, and had left it there, just pumping back and forward frantically, bruising the back of my throat. He was just as sadistic as ever, I thought, as I heard his breathing intensify.
Teddy was a much more considerate lover. Like his big brother, he was a total top, for him my little dick was nothing more than a source of amused fascination – visual evidence that he was eighteen times the man I was, but being so confident and cocksure he knew this already. Unlike Xavier, the only other person to fuck me, Teddy seemed to find a spot inside my boypussy that made me moan and shudder, and when he noticed this he'd hit the spot a few times more. My g-spot sent wave after euphoric wave over my body, my boyclit strained and ached, and I realised just how much I had missed cumming this past week.
"His face," Xav shouted, not yet okay with someone else getting to shoot their load inside me, "cum on his face."
Both brothers growled in annoyance at Xavier calling the shots once again, but I soon felt Max pull me by the hair and onto the ground with a thud. He grabbed my hair again and up onto my knees as he pulled wildly at his thick hard angry cock, pointed right at my face. Teddy soon joined, jerking his big long shaft right at me.
It was explosive. First Teddy then Max let loose, showering hot burst after burst of teen Thompson jizz on my face – they didn't miss once. I closed my eyes after the first few, but the brothers must have shot eighteen ropes in total. I was drenched in cum, and I felt some dripping down my chin onto my chest before I wiped the load caking my eyes and opened them.
"Don't wipe it off, princess," Xav said. I looked up and noticed he had been filming the money shot on his `phone. It must have been a spectacular show. "I think you should make a cum-covered entrance when we get to school."
I watched as Max and Teddy struggled their still half-hard cocks into their boxers and trousers. I started to get dressed, and felt my shirt stick to the drying cum on my torso and my little dicklet leaking into my briefs.
Xavier was quite quiet for the rest of the journey, as the warm September sunset beamed down on us, although occasionally he would rewatch the video of his friend and his friend's little brother spraying my face with their cum. Xavier had thought about feeding me a load earlier in the journey, or fucking me in the field. But he wanted an audience – an audience much bigger than Max and Teddy and the occasional nosey motorist or villager – he wanted a group cheering him on, marvelling at The Fuckclub and how it ploughed all before it, a group as rowdy and horny as teen schoolboys. As they drove past the centuries-old buildings to his and the Thompsons' school House's dorm, Xavier could feel a record-breaking loan churning in his growing balls, and – stretching down his trouser leg almost to his knee – he felt his nine-and-a-half–inch throbbing hard- on.
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I hope you enjoyed this story, which I intend on making a series. Any feedback and suggestions would be much appreciated at sphsublondon@gmail.com