Randall Pt. 02

Randall and I continued to play around for the next few months. The sex and humiliation became even hotter now that he was literally twice my size. When he 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 about 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. Without being noticed, Randall would stand in front of me and trace his hands over the front of my shorts, slowly, as we were in conversation 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 4-inch cock at full mast, as Randall took his sweet time letting his 5-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 next to 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 cock, 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, ya know?"

Later that night Randall took great pleasure in these words, as he made 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 together grew and grew, and I began to get 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 truly addicted to them.

Randall, I felt, had gotten a little tired of humiliating me and spending time around my little 4-inch cock. He began spending most of his free time outside of work fucking women with his beautiful 8-inch rod. I would beg him to come see me, but he became slower and slower at responding to my messages. He would sometimes respond with some humiliating jabs berating my tiny manmeat, but I would go weeks at a time without seeing him, and in particular his beautiful meat, that I had helped grow for him!

I even began reaching out to 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 cocks side-by-side. I would jerk off endlessly to these photos. Cocks of all shape, size, and color, all dwarfing my little shrunken cock, even at its hardest state. I would always get two photos - one, where we stood across from each other holding both of our cocks 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 own cock 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 period of a few months, including one of 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, in comparison 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 cocky grin as he looked down on how his meat towered over mine. Sure enough, his cock grew to an impressive 8.5 inches, the biggest I'd ever seen, even bigger than Randall's. 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 cock sprung out. Nonetheless, that was quickly replaced with the cocky grin I was expecting, and a look of deep satisfaction as his cock eventually erupted all 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. All of a sudden 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. Looks like things haven't changed much since I last saw you, huh bud? "I guess my chemistry really worked out, that thing is still looking tiny as ever." I muttered hello and nodded, and my cheeks turned red as I quickly closed out 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, that is), what else could you possibly be embarrassed about?"

For some reason, I didn't really want to show Randall. I said something like "nah, it's not important, 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 species of animal. 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..."

"Wait a minute," he said. "Is that your babydick 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 really 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 been returning 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 all that I've done for you to live out this sick baby-cock 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 really horny, OK, but your cock is really incredible and honestly all that I want."

"Well, clearly not, right? If you're seeking this out?" He asked 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 8.5 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 mean 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 cock 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 dicks, I can save myself for you! I just 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 just keep going until it swallows you up. I think we only got two options, man."

"What are they?" I asked, nervous, but with my cock at full mast as I listened closely to his every word.

"Well," he said, as he sighed and regained a little composure, "I think one option is to break off our encounters totally. I'm never gonna 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 cock's only 4 inches, which — don't get me wrong — is pretty 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 out humiliation and feelings of inferiority, and I was ruled by my horniness. 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 in the moment, I felt like I would sacrifice so much just 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, at least 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 8-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 is something in me that wants to be even bigger."

"You should fucking see the faces on these chicks, man, when I drop trou and let this thing unveil itself. I swear to god, they start dripping before I even touch them!"

"But I will say, while 8 inches is real alpha-male territory, I feel like 9 inches is actually god-level," he continues matter-of-factly. "Don't get me wrong, I will never ever have problems getting laid, unlike you little guy, but sometimes these women ask me how big I am, and even though 8 is fucking impressive, sometimes I really wanna blow them out of the water and say 9 inches. Just watch their minds explode as I show them the biggest cock they've ever seen in their lives. You know what I mean?"

I nodded slowly, as I started to do the math as to what this would mean for me.

"Have you ever seen a 9-inch cock, man?" he asked me.

"No," I said, this one up on the screen is the biggest I've seen.

"Great," he said, then 9 inches is what I want. "I mean 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 9 inches. Of course you go down to 2 inches, which is barely anything, but you don't mind, do you 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, and even more so I wanted to give him what he wants.

"Is there anything in between we could do?" I pleaded. "I want to help you out, but I feel like 2 inches is really really bad... like 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 were feeling this way," he grinned.

"And it's perfect, since you're already naked and that thing is ripe for shrinking!" he laughed to himself.

For a split second I thought maybe I should change my mind. Maybe I could handle never seeing Randall's cock again. Would it be good to just have a normal, non cock-addicted life? I could just have boring, normal sex again. Yes I would miss my old average 6-incher, but 4 isn't so bad, is it? and 2 would really send me into micropenis territory where I feel I could never really have sex again...

But as I contemplated this, any decision-making power was stripped away from me. Randall reached his hand out, having already dipped it into the cream, and started lathering up my stiff cock.

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 friends hand on my cock. I started moaning, and couldn't control what was coming out of my mouth.

"Yes, Randall, thank youuuu," 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 cock is already tiny, and now it's gonna be fucking minuscule," he said with a grin, "and 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 wanted."

I nodded again, and said "I would do anything for you and that huge, beautiful cock. From the moment I laid eyes on it, all that I wanted was to please you." He laughed again, even louder.

"Plus," I said, "your big hands on my cock, feel soooo good."

"Are you allowed to call it a cock?" he asked. "I think you should start calling it a wee-wee, or something like that," he smiled.

"Yes, OK." I obliged. "Your big hands on my little wee-wee feels 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 find out the truth about you! 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 tiny cock fag," he said as he stroked my cock 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 cock. Can you believe that? Sacrificing your entire chance for sexual satisfaction and happiness to get off over my dick. I mean I know it's beautiful, but c'mon 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 continued to stroke my cock with his shrinking lube, "do you want to see my cock now?"

I nodded as if my life depended on it, and let out a breathy "YES" that was 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 even deserve to have a 2-inch cock? Or would it be better if we went all the way down to 1?"

I froze for a second.

"After all," he said as he resumed stroking my cock, "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, 1 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 in 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 really fucking hot..."

In the moment, I wasn't really 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 of course I also wanted some release.

All of a sudden, he leaned over, and whispered in my ear, "C'mon, man. You're my best friend. Let that little dick cum for me. Please dude. Give me the godly cock I really deserve, and let your little manhood disappear forever."

He tightened his grip on my cock, and I gave into the release, letting spurt after spurt 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 in one quick motion 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 cock, has really 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 own massive cock. In the meantime, I was on the floor in shock and horror at how small my cock 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.