Small No More

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CHAPTER 11 - TRAVIS.

"I usually jack off in a sitting position on the bed, leaning against the headboard. I sometimes like to sit down at my desk, and every so often, I like to bang one out right here in my bean bag. Maybe we can try all three of them today since this is a practice session. That way, we can see what the best position is for you, you know, to get a good grip on my cock, and for me, to see what position feels best for Travis Junior."

Little-dick-Josh and I are in my room. Josh reported for duty after he finished his Taylor-jizz-enhanced protein shake. I hope that the "nourishment" he received from this delicious snack is exactly what he needs to get ready for his next wank session.

I came up with the three wank stations plan after Taylor came up with the brilliant idea to put a blindfold on tiny-prick-magic-hands. Taylor and I did not discuss that in advance at all, it just came to him in the moment. It's always been that way with him and me. I am the planner, Taylor is great at thinking on his feet.

Anyway, as soon as he said it, I saw the brilliance of the idea. Having Joshie blindfolded makes me feel extra dominant over our little twerp. This new setup is making my cock extremely happy. I started thinking about doing the different wank stations because I like the thought of manhandling him throughout the room with him unable to see what's going on. Him stumbling, unsure, feeling his way around, me guiding, or better yet, ordering him to go from station to station, it's fucking turning me on.

Josh responds.

"Sure, that's cool. Where do you wanna start?"

Hmm. Talk about somebody being "all business." I guess he may be in a bit of a rush because he wants to get this session over with as fast as possible. Sadly for him, that is not what I have in mind for our first "Helping Hand" date. Oh well, I am sure we will figure something out that ends up being acceptable to both parties with me being the timekeeper and him being the blindfolded wanker.

"Let's start at my desk since that is the hardest position for you to get into. Go ahead and get under it. Once you are situated, put the blindfold on. I will get myself positioned once you are ready."

Josh walks over to my desk, moves the chair out of the way, squats down, and positions himself under the desk. Thanks to his short stature, he fits under there easily. He puts on the two sleep masks that he and Taylor selected earlier, puts his hands down on the floor, and waits for me to make the next move.

I cannot help but notice that he is currently in the perfect blowjob position. I wonder what he would do if I just stuffed my cock right inside that little mouth of his. Would he start sucking it instinctively? I decide against doing anything this radical. As much as Taylor and I are ready to turn this little annoyance of a housemate into a true cock-sucking sex slave, we must be patient and move gradually.

I start moving my chair towards the desk, but more in slow motion than at what would be a normal pace, as I am enjoying this view. Seeing Josh on his knees, under my desk, makes me feel like I have already put that little bitch in his place, and it is making my cock hard as a rock.

I notice him turning his head slightly as I get closer; I guess he is trying to figure out what's going on by the sounds I am making.

As I start to pull down my shorts, I realize that I am about to put my bare ass down on my leather office chair. That does not seem very comfortable. Looks like Josh needs to be a good, patient boy for a bit longer.

"Hey Josh. One second, I need to grab a towel to sit on."

I take my time walking the five steps toward the bathroom. I can sense the discomfort of the little cock-servant under my desk. No physical discomfort, his tiny body fits just fine under there. I know that it is the waiting that is making him super nervous.

When I get to the bathroom, I decide that I should not wear my shirt during this wank session. There is a significant risk of flying jizz. I take my shirt off and admire myself in the mirror. I am not gonna lie, I am pretty proud of the bod I have built over the past years. I flex my pecs, then arms. I notice my six-pack, which is tight as ever. Josh picked a great sperm donor. There is no way he is not going to benefit from Human Growth Hormone donations from this muscle jock.

I grab a towel and step back into the bedroom. I drape the towel over the chair, remove my shorts and sit down. I roll the chair towards the desk and stop when my stomach is about a foot from the edge of the desk. I spread my legs and place them on either side of Josh's tiny body. My legs are making him look even smaller than he already is. I love how I have him boxed in like this. His back is literally against the wall, perfectly flanked by my massive muscular legs. This little bitch is not going anywhere for a while.

I am fully boned, and decide it is time for Travis Junior to finally get intimate with Josh's hand.

"Ok. I am here. Go ahead and give me your hand."

Josh sticks his right arm up and lets me guide it upwards towards my crotch. I move our hands as slowly as possible, savoring the discomfort I sense from him. I take his hand to the base of my cock and place his fingers around it.

Josh literally gasps when he registers the girth of my pole. Instead of stroking me, he just holds the base of my cock in his little baby hand. I am surprised that he seems frozen like this since he just had a successful practice session with Taylor. Despite the blindfold, I can tell that he has a confused look on his face.

I decide to find out what's wrong.

"Everything ok there, buddy? Are you ready to start stroking? You can speak up if something is wrong."

A sigh of relief, and Joshie speaks up right away.

"I wasn't sure whether to start moving, because I noticed that I am unable to close my hand around hmmm, it."

Ah, I guess I have a bit more girth than Taylor, and newbie man-pleasurer is unsure how to proceed.

"Yeah dude, my cock is pretty girthy down there, and your hands are on the small side. Let me give you some guidance here."

I put my hand over his little baby hand and start moving it. In addition to giving it an up-and-down motion, I make his hand travel around my cock in a circular motion.

"See what I am doing here Joshie? If you circle it like this, then you are massaging all of it. And check this out, when you go all the way up to the head, your hand closes around it just fine."

Josh starts stroking slowly and tentatively. He clearly does not know what to do with eight and a half inches of teenage man meat, but he does seem to be a quick study.

I continue coaching him.

"Yeah, keep doing that. That feels great. Wait, relax your hand just a bit when you get to the head, I like it more gentle there than down at the base."

Josh is concentrating like the best little cock-massage student that ever walked this earth. Damn, this boy is either eager to please, or he will do literally anything to get his Human Growth Hormone juice from Taylor and me.

I move his hand up and down, slowly, methodically. He and I both know what's going on here. He is not just jacking me off or harvesting human growth hormone right now. He is submitting. He is acknowledging that in this world, a short three-inch cock boy is subservient to a tall dude with a girthy eight-and-a-half-inch cock.

This is not about age, and it's not about height. This is about accepting that there is a man, with a man-sized tool sitting at his desk, and that there is a boy, with a tiny boy-size cock, at his feet, serving and submitting.

After a while, I remove my hand and allow him to stroke my cock independently. I can tell that the angle is uncomfortable for him being folded under my desk. While this does decrease the quality of the hand job a little, I am turned on witnessing this mild discomfort.

"Joshie, why don't you try your left hand for a minute or two? You seem to have found a rhythm with your right hand, but I can tell your body is protesting a bit from being in the same position."

Josh immediately follows the helpful suggestion. He knows that I wasn't really asking him or suggesting. He knows who is in charge. He takes his right hand away from my cock, places it on the floor for support, and reaches up with his left. I notice him leaning forward a bit when he does this, and realize his mouth is roughly even with the base of my cock. Hmm, that is not how things should be lining up.

I reach out to my right and find the lever of the desk chair. I lower myself roughly 8 inches, which brings the head of my cock right in front of Joshie's pretty, soon-to-be cock sucking mouth.

I see a puzzled look on his face and explain.

"I lowered my chair just now because I noticed that you were having to reach up kinda far, which I think makes for bad body mechanics for you. See whether you like this height better."

Josh nods and goes to work with his left hand. Dang, this dude is gullible.

His left hand is not stroking me as well as his right hand was earlier, his right is clearly his dominant side. I decide to make this into an opportunity.

"Joshie, I feel like you are struggling a bit with your left hand and I think it's a body mechanics thing. Place your right hand a bit forward, more under my chair, this will put your upper body in a better angle."

Josh again obeys without question and places his right hand forward. I use the opportunity to move my chair towards him another inch or so, which results in his mouth being less than an inch from my dick. Funny enough, it seems like this actually gives him a better wank angle. He is finding a nice steady rhythm. I feel the warmth of his breath on the head of my cock. I am just an inch away from parking my cock inside his juicy lips.

I close my eyes and lean back, enjoying the sensations and thinking of the next phases of our plan. Based on what I see here today, I think we can accelerate the next steps. This little bitch simply does not know how to say no.

After enjoying a good ten minutes of left-hand action, I decide it is time for a change of scenery. I notify my very focused cock-whisperer by taking his hand and gently removing it from my cock.

"Ok, that went well. I am ready to change positions. Let's switch to the bed."

My cock is so close to those juicy lips. As I contemplate getting up, I decide that this is a perfect opportunity for Josh to taste my cock for the first time.

I get up from my chair by leaning forward. As I rise, my cock "accidentally" slides by his mouth and then his cheek. I feel the warmth and moisture of his lips. How quickly can I get inside there?

I say nothing. There is no need to say anything because nothing happened.

I watch Josh's face intently. He clearly noticed. His forehead is wrinkled up. I am guessing he knows what happened there, but is having a hard time accepting that he just got a tiny taste of jock dick on his lips.

I am sure he is thinking about saying something about my negligence, but luckily for all, he doesn't utter a single word. This little boy bitch is either too scared, too focused on my juice, or he is secretly getting off on this. He just tasted my dick, and he had no complaints at all. I am feeling great.

We are well on our way to creating a cock-sucking machine.

I force myself to speak calmly. I don't wanna sound too excited obviously.

"Ok little dude. I pulled the chair all the way back, so you can go ahead and come out from there. Just stay down on your hands and knees, we are just going to the bed here."

Josh crawls out from under the desk and follows my voice toward the bed. He moves slowly and a bit hesitantly due to the blindfold.

"Cool, just keep moving towards my voice, I am seated on the side of the bed."

Ok little Josh, you cannot say I didn't warn you. I am seated on the side of the bed, which any reasonable human being will hear as "my cock is exactly at the height of your wet little mouth, and you are moving towards it perfectly."

Well, not perfectly actually, as he gets close, I notice he is about three inches to my left. I quickly scoot to the side, reassuring him that he is on course.

"Yeah, just another couple of feet and you should feel the bed."

It turns out that a couple of feet was incorrect, it was more like half a foot. Josh moves forward, directly into my crotch. I only have to push down my cock an inch or so to line it up with his perfect little mouth. As soon as he feels my dick on his lips, he stops and moves his head back.

Understandably, I would argue. Though also kind of rude. Could have given it a quick little kiss.

I move things along immediately. No need to give him time to think about this, or worse, make a comment about it.

"Cool, you are here. Let me get on the bed and I will guide your hand back to my cock."

I can tell he wants to say something about this second accidental fleeting touch. While hard to say for sure with the blindfold on, I think his expression is one of puzzlement and maybe even mild upset. Thankfully, he is apparently not very assertive, because he says nothing. Instead, he nods his head to indicate he is ready to get back to our stroking game.

I grab a bunch of pillows and stack them behind me. I end up in a comfortable loungy leaning-back sitting position. Josh is lined up with my cock.

"All right, I am ready for you to resume, just give me your hand again."

Josh reaches up his right hand and I place it back on my cock. I am still as hard as I was before our position change. Maybe a bit harder even. He starts stroking me. He is clearly more comfortable in this position. He gets in a nice solid rhythm right away.

I relax, lean back, and enjoy the nice, slow handjob I am receiving. As I let my eyes wander through my room, I notice myself and my helper's upper body in the large mirror in my bathroom. It's a pretty hot scene. The angle I am in shows me my own bod lengthwise, and my cock-whisperer in profile. This angle makes him appear even smaller than he is, and it makes my bod, especially my chest look enormous. Also, his small hand makes my cock look fucking huge.

Although I enjoy the current view, there is something missing. I can't see Josh's bubble butt. I can see most of his upper body right now, but my view gets cut off right at his waist. I realize that I should be able to get a solid view of it if I slide my body over toward the wall, assuming he will follow me.

I scoot a couple of inches closer to the wall. Sure enough, Josh follows my lead without question. He moves his left elbow forward, which makes more of his upper body hover over the bed. I notice that he never misses a beat with his right hand stroking me. This boy's got talent!

I repeat the same procedure two more times. Josh follows without question both times. He keeps his steady rhythm on my cock up perfectly. The third time I scoot over, I notice my shoulder touching the wall. After Josh repositions, I check the mirror, and sure enough, I see all of him now, including his juicy ass.

I feel my cock stir as my eyes are taking in the sex show in the bathroom mirror. Josh's entire upper body is now hovering over the bed, which puts his head nice and close to my cock. It looks like he is getting ready to blow me, instead of just giving me a hand job. Patience Travis, patience.

I let my eyes wander to his butt. Josh is wearing a pair of oversized, baggy shorts. Even though these shorts are obscuring my view a bit, it is clear to me that he has a juicy, girly, phat butt. It is also clear to me that getting him to blow Taylor and me is a short-term goal on a long-term quest. I am going to own that ass in the very near future.

Josh and I agreed that we would mature for a total of thirty minutes, ten minutes in each one of the three stations. When I realize the ten minutes are up, I decide that Josh could benefit from a bit of extra practice. I lean back, close my eyes, and decide to give it at least another five minutes or so.

After about fifteen minutes on the bed, I decide it is time for us to transition to our final spot. I remove Josh's hand and notify him I am ready to move to the bean bag for our final practice station. Josh stays on the floor on his hands and knees and follows me like a puppy.

Josh speaks up as we get to the bean bag. He and I agreed that the "no words when wanking" rule that Taylor had invented could be broken as we transition between the different jack-off stations.

"Wow, that felt like longer than ten minutes."

I want to say "Yes, Josh. It did feel like more than ten minutes because it was. Also, questioning my time-keeping abilities equals questioning my authority, which is not what a little cock wanker sub like you should do to a superior man like me."

While this is a valid response, I decide to respond a bit more calmly, since he has been such a good and eager cock-stroker.

"Yeah, it was a bit more than ten, I didn't start keeping time until we had found the perfect position on the bed. Remember how I kept scooting to the side? I did that because your hand didn't feel right at first, but once I scooted over, it felt great."

I briefly consider adding "did that answer your insolent question little bitch?" but I again decide that today is not yet the day for that.

Also, I don't need to, because Josh responds, showing me again what an agreeable little dude he is. His response is brief and to the point.

"Ah, that makes sense."

I smile without making a sound. I am so glad that made sense to my little cock whisperer. This is making all sorts of sense to me too actually. I decide it's time to move on.

"Are you ready for us to get started in our third and final position?"

Josh nods and tentatively lifts his right arm up toward my general direction. I sit down on the bean bag, facing the same direction as when I was on the bed. I wanna get that same view in the bathroom mirror again. I sit down on the far-right side of the bean bag, with my shoulder against the wall. I take Josh's hand and put it back on my cock. He resumes stroking immediately. Two strokes in, I know this will be my favorite maturation station.

This position gives me the exact same side view of his round butt, but I am closer to the bathroom now, so it's a way better view. Better yet, when I turn my head to the left towards my desk, I get a perfect rear view of the same fat ass, from the standing mirror next to my desk. I make myself a mental note to talk to Taylor about getting Josh into something a bit more snug than these baggy shorts. This phat girly ass deserves admiring and should not be hidden in baggy clothing.

Josh is really getting into stroking me. His little hand is clearly getting used to the size and girth of my dick. He is stroking it for all he's worth. I notice that he is starting to change the pressure of his grip a bit, which feels damn good. Additionally, he's varying where he spends time, alternating between massaging the head of my dick with slowly stroking the shaft. Damn, this boy is making love to my fuck pole.

I enjoy his lovemaking for the agreed-upon ten minutes and decide that I should start thinking about getting off. I think about grabbing my phone to turn on some porn but realize I left it on my desk and out of reach.

Hmm, I guess I will have to just imagine my favorite getting-off scene. Also, this strikes me as a wonderful opportunity to see whether my new cock-bestie is into dirty talk.

I speak up, encouraging and complimenting him.

"Fuck Josh, this is starting to feel really great. The way you're stroking me with the extra pressure you're putting, I think I can totally cum like this dude."

I see him inhale, and while I am no psychic, I am certain he is going to remind me of the Small No More guidance. Since I wrote it myself, I really don't need him to repeat it to me. Talk about a mood spoiler.

Before he can speak up, I resume talking.

"Yeah, I definitely want you to get me off dude. I know I am gonna blow the biggest load of my life. This one load should help your Human Growth Hormone levels dude."

He pauses mid-breath. Not a sound. He's thinking. He knows he wants, no, he needs this load.

He exhales, and I smile in triumph. You had a chance to say "no" little bitch, but you didn't. This little dude has no spine whatsoever. Fuck, Taylor is gonna die when he finds out about this. Or wait, maybe I will keep this to myself for a bit. Fuck, that's kinda hot, thinking about making this bitch blow me while Taylor is just getting hand-jobs. I mean, I love my best bud, but there's something about me getting to this bitch's mouth first that is getting me extra turned on.

Josh has clearly found his peace with our new understanding. He is moving his hand faster, and putting more pressure, especially when he massages the head of my cock. I cannot believe how good this feels, he is legit talented at this.

I give him a bit more praise and of course encouragement.

"Fuck dude, your hand feels great. Yeah, keep going like that, it feels good when you go back and forth like that from the head to the base. Dude, you are making me think of one of my favorite jack-off movies."

The smallest pause. He does not want to learn about my favorite jack-off movie. Or any of the contents of my spank bank. He wants to speak up. But he doesn't. Not a peep. No protest.

He continues stroking. I continue talking.

"Yeah, this is just like that scene that always gets me off. It's these two bitches that are into each other, but they are even more into this dude's cock, and they are kinda fighting over who is going to get to swallow his load. This scene I like has them taking turns jacking him off, and whoever can make him cum gets his load. The way you are stroking me right now is totally getting me into that scene."

I study Josh's face to see whether he is gonna have any kind of response. I see small beads of sweat on my little cock slave's forehead. My room is 65 degrees, so I know it's not the temperature in the room that is making him sweat. I am pretty sure that being on his knees like this, blindfolded and boning while stroking some dirty-talking dude's cock is causing him to feel a tad distraught.

I decide that his silence means he wants me to keep talking. Or something like that. Let's see whether some more direct encouragement works on my new cock-bestie.

"The dude in that scene talks to both of the bitches in this real dominant way, kinda degrading them, to be honest, and it gets him off, and also, both of them seem into it."

Just a small wrinkle on his forehead. No words of protest.

"If you stroke me a bit faster, and I am imagining that scene, I am pretty sure I can get off quickly."

Josh immediately quickens his pace. The dude wants his load. I have my green light. Let's see whether Joshie and I were on the same page when I said I was going to "imagine" this scene.

"Yeah, stroke that cock. Fuck yeah, you fucking love this big cock, don't you? Come one, make me cum all over you, we both know you want this jizz."

I pause.

Josh raises his head up, clearly planning to say something. He does not stop stroking me, but he slows down for just a few strokes. I can hear the wheels in his little brain turning. He and I both know that if he doesn't speak up now, whatever is going on is going to keep happening and probably get worse. He knows he needs to set a boundary.

He does not say a word. Instead, he exhales, loudly, like a sigh almost. And instead of talking, he is stroking. I mean, he is committed. He wants to get me off. He wants that big load of Human Growth Hormone. He has earned that load, and he wants it now. And no dirty talk is going to keep him from it.

I go on, feeling emboldened. This is our first legit practice session, and Josh is showing me exactly what he is made of. This bitch is gonna slobber down on my baby maker very, very soon.

"Come on bitch, you're going to get me off. Start stroking me faster, keep your hand on my cockhead, not the shaft below, and don't stop stroking until I cum."

Josh complies instantly. I cannot believe what a little submissive bitch he is. He moves his hand up and starts to jack me off as fast as his little arm can manage. No hesitation this time. Not a syllable of protest to me calling him a bitch.

I encourage my little helper some more.

"Fuck yeah bitch, beat it like that. Just a little bit faster, fuck yeah, that's good, squeeze a bit tighter, fuck yeah, that's it, just like that."

Josh is working hard for his load. I am super thankful for his work ethic.

I know I won't be able to hold back much longer.

Josh is going to town on my cock. I notice more sweat on his forehead, and I can see sweat through his t-shirt as well. His hand feels fucking great.

"Come on little bitch, you are gonna work for my spunk, aren't you?"

He nods. Fucking A! Not a big nod. But the tiniest. He just responded "yes" to me addressing him as a little bitch. I am gonna blow my load within seconds, this is too good to be true.

"Come on bitch, squeeze the head, you want that load, you gotta work the head of my cock bitch."

Immediate response. "Bitch" moves his hands towards the head of my cock right away, putting some good pressure and increasing the pace of the stroking. I try to hold back, but I know I am fighting a losing battle. I am about to cum hard.

"Fuck yeah slut, give me that cum, show me you want this jizz."

I look at his face. I see him lick his lips briefly. He is super focused on getting the job done.

I imagine him opening his mouth for my load. The thought of coming inside his little mouth puts me over the edge and my cock starts to erupt like a fucking geyser. I shoot strand after strand, covering my bare chest with my jizz.

I keep talking to my personal wanker.

"Fuck yeah bitch, fucking stroke my pole, you better squeeze every drop of my load out of there bitch."

I cum, and cum, and cum, and cum. My cock is pointed at the ceiling, and as hard as I am cumming, I half expect my jizz to hit the ceiling fan. I feel thick ropes of cum landing on my chest and stomach. I see one large shot land on his hand. I am not sure whether he notices. Josh holds on to my cock, unsure whether to keep stroking, to just hold it, or to let go of it. He ends up just holding it, which causes my cock to be slightly off-center, aimed toward him. As I shoot my last couple of ropes, I notice one of them landing on his t-shirt.

I am having one of the biggest and best cums of my life. I am panting, groaning, and thanking my bitch for getting me off so good.

Josh is waiting patiently for me to give him a sign on what to do next. I decide I am going to take my time. I love seeing his discomfort and hesitation. I see him rotate his hand slightly. He has definitely noticed that there is something warm and wet on his hand. I wait a minute, making a point of panting loudly. Two minutes. Joshie is turning his head slightly. I can tell that he is trying to tell what is going on by listening for any movement from me.

I decide that given how hard my bitch worked today, he has earned an official Thank You from me. I know that there is no better reward for our hopeful grower than to harvest the enormous load I just blew.

I grab the small hand towel, also known as my cum rag, that I had left on the foot of the bed earlier. It is just large enough to cover my junk.

I tell Josh to take off his blindfold. He squints as he gets adjusted to the light in the room. I see his eyes travel to my chest, stomach, and briefly his own hand. He is clearly awed by the amount of cum that I, or well, he produced.

His eyes dart toward my towel-covered junk. My cock has not gone soft at all, so while the towel is technically blocking my cock from view, it's clearly outlining the shape and girth of it. I notice a look of shock on his face when he sees the outline of my cock under that tiny cum rag. I guess my dick is looking even bigger than it felt inside his hand.

I decide that Josh and I need to do a bit of afterglow bonding. I turn my head towards him.

"Dude, you jacked me off really good, I enjoyed that a lot. I cannot believe how much you made me cum."

Mentioning my jizz is making Josh look at my chest and at the cum running from my pecs to my abs. He doesn't respond to my praise. He stares at all the spunk on my body. I know he wants to get this hard-earned, perfectly "matured" gallon of HGH. He is staring at my jizz the way I was staring at his juicy lips earlier. He's hungry.

For a second, I am thinking about ordering him to eat my cum off of my body right there, but I decide it is too soon for that. I decide to call the question.

"Josh, do you wanna harvest this load?"

He seems to be unable to speak. He just nods his head twice. I wonder whether he is worried about the practicalities. Taylor and I have been giving our jizz to him in a little cup. He has never had to harvest a full load from either one of our bodies.

I decide to help the needy.

"Just run down to the kitchen and grab a spoon and one of those cups we have been using."

He hesitates for exactly two seconds and then gets up. I stop him before he has a chance to start walking.

"Hey dude, there is a little bit of jizz on your hand. That's gonna run if you don't take care of it right now. If I were you, I would ingest that right now before heading downstairs."

Hmm, looks like Taylor is not the only one who can think on his feet.

I guess my cock slut is hypnotized or, likelier, dick-matized. He doesn't think or hesitate. He literally nods, puts his mouth on his hand, and slurps up the rope that landed there.

Fuck, this is huge. Operation no-more-cum-mixers has officially started. I will share this with Taylor for sure so that he can start normalizing pure cum swallowing as well. That will be one of the most important steps towards blowing us.

Josh returns in less than a minute with a tablespoon and a plastic cup. He's clearly unsure of what to do next and waits for me to indicate the next step. I see him checking out all that jizz on my bod and boy, there is real fucking hunger in his eyes the way he stares at this load.

I wait for a bit. I enjoy seeing him squirm.

He finally speaks up.

"So hmm, would you like me to hand you the spoon?"

Obviously, I am not gonna scoop up my spunk for that little bitch. That is not my job.

I respond with patience and guidance in my voice.

"Nah, you can take care of it dude. It's easier for you to scoop this up, it's hard for me to see most of it, you know, cuz so much of it is right under my chin."

This is a partially true statement. I came pretty hard, and most of my cum landed on the upper part of my chest. That said, I am sure I could have scooped up my jizz as it was leaking down anyway, but that wouldn't have been as fun.

Josh nods, and without hesitation, kneels back down on the floor next to me. Wow, I really had to twist his arm that time. He starts scooping up the cum from my sweaty body and deposits it in the cup.

I keep my eyes trained on his face. I am enjoying seeing his discomfort with this task. I feel my cock stir a bit. I am gonna have to hold it down if I get much more excited than this.

Josh methodically works from my chest area down to my belly button. I can barely keep a straight face when I see that his eyes keep darting toward my towel-covered cock. A lot of the cum is pooling towards the beginning of my pubes, so to be helpful, I pulled my tiny towel down just a bit, exposing some of my pubes.

Josh's entire body stiffens. I can tell he is holding his breath. I tell him to be careful when scooping around the towel.

"Looks like you are getting most of it, just make sure you don't uncover my junk you know, since you are not wearing the blindfold right now."

Josh is trying hard not to check out my cock, but I can tell that it is all he can look at.

Being the helpful helper I am, I point to the bottom of my treasure trail where he has missed a few smaller strands. I notice my cock filling up again. This is making me super horny.

I decide I need to make him a little bit more uncomfortable. I speak up.

"Hey. Do you want me to check whether there's any jizz that leaked under the towel?"

Josh responds with surprise in his voice.

"Wouldn't I end up seeing your cock if we did that?"

I respond immediately.

"Not if we do it the right way. Go ahead and give me your hand with the spoon in it. Now, just turn your head all the way to your left."

Josh, always the agreeable follower, lifts his right hand and turns his head all the way to the left. I can tell that his little baby hand is shaking a little. I continue.

"Ok, now don't turn your head back because I am removing the towel. Cool, let's scoop up all this valuable hormone for you so you can grow, grow, grow!"

I start making scooping motions, even though there is hardly any jizz there. It just feels great to be manipulating this little bitch boy the way I am. I move his little hand up and down, scraping the spoon over my pubes a few times, never stopping my live reporting.

"Oh, here is another big ole drop, let's scoop it up, too good to go to waste."

Josh's entire body is tense like he is planning to bolt. I am glad he doesn't. It is clear to me that he is obsessed with getting his urgently needed growth hormone, and it is clear to me that this little bitch is gonna do whatever the fuck it is going to take to score his jizz fix.

After lots of careful scraping and scooping, I tell him that he should give my cock a good final squeeze. I am convinced he's gonna coax a final few drops out of it.

I have him hand the cup to me and tell him that I'll hold the little cup under my piss slit. I guide his right hand back to my cock and encourage him to give it a good squeeze. I remind him to keep his head turned to the left to make sure that he is not checking out my junk.

Josh gently squeezes my cock, and while his little hand is shaking, he completes the task and scores a nice big final drop of my high-quality spunk. I put the tiny cum rag back over my junk and tell him he can turn his head and get up if he is ready to go administer this healing juice.

Josh politely thanks me. He gets up to his feet.

"Thanks for this donation, I am gonna go ahead and take care of this in the kitchen."

He leaves. I check out his ass as he leaves the room. Damn what a fine, juicy, round girly ass.

I sit back in my bean bag and feel great about life. This little boy bitch has bought every part of the Human Growth Hormone story we told him, and now he is hooked. He is gonna do whatever we tell him to do to get his fix. Also, it is clear to me that his personality is super passive, or maybe even submissive. He had lots of chances to stand up against me today, but he didn't do so.

I am very confident we will be progressing quickly to bigger, better, and "blowier" things soon.

I wonder what Taylor has planned for Lil Josh. I am sure he is going to show him a great time for the next hour.