Date: Mon, 8 Jul 2019 13:40:15 +0100
From: SPH Sub <sphsublondon@gmail.com>
Subject: Boyclit - chapter six

BOYCLIT Ð CHAPTER SIX

This story involves teenagers dominating an older man; small penis
humiliation; and elements of `magical realism' to heighten the dick size
disparity.  I hope you enjoy.

Thank you to everyone who wrote in after chapter three, with ideas or just
to say they'd enjoyed the story Ð 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.

--

Still squeezing my hole to prevent Xavier's huge load from leaking out, I
followed him up a further two flights of stairs when he announced, "Here we
are."

He pushed the door.  Contrary to the any boarding school stereotypes I
might have had, the lodgings were furnished quite modestly.  A
creaky-looking single bed, a functional but graffiti-strewn desk, and an
ageing chest of draws.  Stuck with Blu-Tac onto the walls were splashes of
Xavier having personalised the room: posters of attractive athletes, both
men and women, who I couldn't name; a dozen medals and half-a-dozen
trophies on the chest of drawers (I hadn't realised he was such an
accomplished jock); and a framed photograph of Xavier at a charity event in
animated conversation with the Duke of Cambridge.

"I've had this same room for three years now," Xavier said.

I nodded at him, but clearly missed the importance of what he was telling
me.

"Normally only final year boys get their own dormitory," he explained
(Xavier was just starting his final year).  "Younger boys have to share a
room."

"Why did you get your own room early?" I asked, catching on.

"Oh, it's quite a story," Xavier said wistfully, his familiar proud smirk
spreading across his face.  Then, suddenly, "Are you any good at backrubs?"

"Yes, I think I am, actually," I replied - with unusual confidence.  They
had been complimented by friends and family whose shoulders I'd massaged
over the years.

"Why don't you come and give me a massage, while I tell you?" Xavier
instructed while removing his shirt, revealing once again his muscular
slim-waisted torso.  "Here," he said, procuring a bottle of lotion from one
of his drawers and throwing for me to catch.

He lay on his front on the bed.  I climbed up and knelt astride his firm
buttocks.  (It was a very nice arse, I noted for the first time, given I
was usually focused on his gigantic cock; but its firmness and his
demeanour meant I knew that's what it was - a man's arse - not a pussy like
mine.)

I rubbed a little of the lotion over my palms and fingers, and slowly ran
them up his tight, muscular lower back, firmly sliding up either side of
his spine towards his shoulder blades, sensitive for any knots he might
need kneading out.  He breathed deeply a few times, and once we were
settled, he began to tell me a tale--



Five years earlier, Xavier Lynch had started at the school.  He was good
academically, took to sports very well, and was popular with the other boys
in his year who had started at the same time as him.  Little did he know,
his piximie features, golden hair and pink-cheeked complexion had made him
very popular in the eyes of some boys in the years above.

When - a few months in - the older boys got together to allocate fagging
duties, the custom was that Huxley House's final year prefect got first
dibs.  A six-foot-six, well-built, rugby-playing tree of an
eighteen-year-old, that prefect's name was Rafe Smallwood.

That lunchtime, spotting a boy in Xavier's year called with the surname
Johnson, Rafe told him to "Tell Lynch to come to my room at 7 o'clock
sharp."

Xavier had finished lunch early to go back to Huxley House and have his
second wank of the day.  An early bloomer, he had started beating his meat
three years earlier and never looked back.  He needed to get off at least
five times a day - and had on some days managed fifteen.  Sharing a dorm
with seven other boys, however, was really messing with that schedule.  He
went into the House toilets, into one of the cubicles, and stayed standing
as he jerked it - before spraying his load all over the cubicle wall.  Not
considerate, he thought, but it felt good to spread his seed like that - to
mark something with his cum.  Job done, he strode to the sinks (not to wash
his hands, there was nothing dirty about making his cock feel good or
shooting his load, he felt), but rather to check out his reflection, and
make sure his blond locks looked just so.

All of a sudden he heard the door to the toilets burst open.

"Xavier?  Xavier?!"

"What is it, Johnson?" asked Xavier, turning around to see the flustered
boy.

"Smallwood asked me to tell you to meet him in his room at 7 o'clock."

"I see.  Thank you."

Xavier had had unusual difficulty concentrating on classes for the rest of
the day.  He was anxious and he did not like feeling anxious.  An older
cousin in another House had explained the boarding school fagging system to
him over the summer, of course.  Xavier had smiled and nodded - thinking
how awesome it would be to have another boy to iron your shirts, butter
your toast and generally serve as your gopher.  Having to do it for another
boy, however, did not sound appealing to Xavier at all.  His cousin had
said it was a sort of 'circle of life' affair, that you would get back what
you'd put in, that there was an element of duty to it.

A cadet himself, Xavier wasn't one to shirk duty.  And so, he dutifully
went up the spiral staircase to Rafe Smallwood's lodgings for 7 o'clock
sharp.

"Ah, good, come on in, Lynch," Rafe said, looking up from some geometry
homework.

"Hello, Smallwood," Xavier said, standing just inside the doorway,
wondering what would happen next.

"Yes, well, as you know it's customary for the younger boys to help out the
bigger boys a bit.  Do you think you could get the fire over there going,
then give my dress shoes a bit of a polish?"

"Certainly," Xavier said with flared nostrils and gritted teeth.  He tried
to remind himself that he, too, would benefit from this system in a few
years' time.

Starting the fire was easy enough.  Xavier had been camping a few times,
and there was a small pile of logs by the tiny hearth already.  Polishing
the shoes, on the other hand, was a nightmare - Xavier's nanny had always
done this for him.  By the time he was done, his hands and even face had
small black smudges on them, but the shoes looked fine enough.

"Will that be all, Smallwood?" asked Xavier, bringing the prefect the
shoes.

"Well, actually," said Rafe.  He licked his lips hesitantly.  He had a
hungry look in his eyes, which Xavier had seen him giving a few times in
the hallways.  Rafe turned his chair around and gave his crotch area a
little rub, "There is something else."

Xavier gave the older boy a disdainful look.  "Oh?  What is it?"

"Well, I wondered whether you could help a chap out and suck me off?" asked
Rafe.

Xavier felt a bit sick.  Having been wanking for several years now he had,
of course, thought about cocksucking constantly - he had thought about it
with both the girls and boys at his (co-educational) preparatory school, he
had even thought about it with some of the younger teachers - but in every
single one of those thoughts he, Xavier, had been the one getting his cock
sucked.

"So, Lynch, will you be a good boy and suck my dick?" Rafe repeated.

Before he could belief his eyes, Xavier saw Rafe sit up in his chair to
undo his trousers, and pull both them and his underwear down to his thighs!

What surprised Xavier the most wasn't the prefect's brazenness, or Rafe's
now revealed erection, but something about the erection.  Having never seen
anyone's hard cock up close other than his own, Xavier had never put much
thought into it.  Was everyone other than him as tiny down there as Rafe?,
wondered Xavier.

"Do what, sorry?" asked Xavier, the shocked look on his face transforming
into a laugh.

"I said help me out and suck my dick," Rafe said once again, and standing
up.  He stood a full foot taller than Xavier, and his build was much
stockier too.

"I'm afraid I can't do that, old boy," fourteen-year-old Xavier said to the
eighteen- year-old prefect, his laughter settling down.  "You see, that's
not a dick.  This is a dick."

And with those words, Xavier undid his own trousers, and let them and his
boxers hit the floor.  Rafe looked down in absolute shock and awe.  You
see, while full on erections in the showers at the school weren't entirely
uncommon, it was polite to avert one eyes - but the glimpses had given him
hints he might not be the best endowed boy in his year.  Conversely,
Xavier's looked like it might be by far the largest in his year, and
possibly even in the school.

Xavier glanced down at Rafe's geometry homework, and reached for a ruler.
He looked up triumphantly at Rafe's face, while brandishing the ruler,
"Now, let's see..."

He looked down again at their crotches.  Being VERY careful not to actually
touch the prefect's cock at all, Xavier held the ruler up against it.

"Oh dear.  Four-and-a-half inches.  And you expected me to suck that.  Why
would either of us pay any attention to that?" Xavier asked, his confidence
growing by the second, "When we have this here?"

He held his own cock by the base with the reverence he felt it deserve.  He
brought the ruler to it and measured it.

"Seven-and-a-half inches.  Well well well, who's the bigger boy now?"

Rafe looked down agog at this arrogant little monster-cocked boy - so much
shorter, younger and slimmer than him, but with his already man-sized cock
sticking out in front of him.

"I've got a better idea, Smallwood.  Why don't you kneel right there and
get a better look at what you don't have?" Xavier asked, placing his hand
on Rafe's shoulder and encouraging onto his knees.

"Impressive, isn't it?  The difference in size?" asked Xavier.

"It's- It's incredible," Rafe agreed.  Truly, he'd never seen anything like
it, let alone on such a younger guy.

"So how about you be a good boy and help out a bigger boy, and suck me
off."

Rafe was hesitant.  He had been in this position before - on his knees,
fagging for an older boy when he was Xavier's age - so it would be by no
means his first time sucking a dick.  But if word got out that instead of
taking his rightful turn as the blowjob recipient, he had instead been
reverse fagged by the boy who would be his fag, that a cocky first year had
turned him - a final year prefect - into a dicksucker - the humiliation
didn't bear thinking about.

"Come on now, Little Rafe," Xavier said, relishing the word 'Little'.  "You
knew there'd be some cocksucking action when you called me to this room.
Now open up."

Xavier began gently beating the older boy's face with his cock.  God it
looked good, thought Xavier, his big cock in someone else's face.  Felt
good too, using his cock, which brought him so much pleasure, to slap
someone's face too, show them that his cock was more important than their
face, than their dick, than them.

Rafe relented.  And that was how Xavier Lynch got head for the very first
time - and learnt just how powerful his cock and its size could be.

Rafe opened his mouth and began sucking Xavier Lynch's cock - for the first
of three times that night, and many many times for the coming year.  He was
fairly good at it, having had a bit of practice a few years earlier, but
this was different.  Xavier was much more endowed than the boy for whom
Rafe and fagged, and (pumped up with the residual anger that Rafe had dared
suggest Xavier might become his cocksucker) Xavier was much rougher too.
After mouthfuck number three, Rafe's throat was too sore and voice was too
lost to object even if he'd wanted to, when Xavier he was staying the
night.

Xavier played big spoon (despite being the shorter of the two) - his big
cock, finally spent, nestled between the rugbyboy's arsecheeks.  It
hardened up a little, causing Rafe to shift in anticipation.

Before they drifted off to sleep, Xavier told Rafe that he would explain to
their housemaster that there was a bit of a behaviour problem in the first
year dorm.  So, for the rest of the first year, Rafe would stay with the
first years, and - as a reward for his sporting contribution to the House -
Xavier would get his room instead.

The arrangements were made within the week.  Xavier moved into the
dormitory that would be his for the next four years.  He had pumped
thousands of loads up holes and down throats in that room: with frequent
visits that year from Rafe, in later years from Slipper, not to mention
countless other boys from Huxley House and elsewhere in the school, girls
he'd snuck in past check-in from the local town, even on occasion an
opposing team's young lacrosse coach, and now - of course - Art.




"Enough," Xavier said, indicating I should get off his back and cease my
backrub duties.  "That was good."

"Thank you," I said, filled in turn by gratitude by his rare words of
kindness.

He played with his phone for a moment, before opening a chest of drawers.
"Give me your underwear," he said.

I stripped down, and - with the usual reticence I had felt doing so around
anyone for nearly two decades - I removed my underwear, before handing them
to him.  I clenched by butt cheeks once again, acutely aware that I was
full of Xavier tremendous load.

"This is my little collection," Xavier said adding my boxers to the drawer,
"mementos from some of my more memorable conquests."

He continued to rummage around, then procured two pairs of women underwear
and threw them on the bed.  He picked up one - a lacy red thong.

"Ah yes, Sally-Ann, a girl from town.  Twenty-two.  If I tell you she
squealed when she saw how much I was packing, you can imagine how much she
squealed when I put it in her.  Here, put it on."

He tossed the thong at me.  The fact that they were women's underwear - and
had no room designed for a penis and testicles - caused me no discomfort.
The slightly tight thong pushed my insubstantial package into even more
insignificance.

"Niiiiice," Xavier said, seeing this.  He walked over to me, and rubbed his
cheek over my bare buttcheeks, the string of the thong nestled between
them.  "It looks great.  Turn around.  Let me see your pussy."

Feeling extremely flattered, elated even, I was quick to co-operate and did
my best sexy twirl before poking my butt out at him.  He gave my butt a
cheeky little slap, squeezed it.  "Mmmmm", I heard him saying.  While my
dicklette had only ever been a source of amused fascination and a tool of
humiliation for him, he seemed very, very randy looking at and playing with
my butt.

"Such a nice pussy," he concluded.  "Fuck, telling you how I brought down
that twerp Smallwood and seeing you in that thong has got me ready to go
again.  Why don't you come over here and get on your knees, baby?"

He stripped off naked and sat widthways on his bed, putting both his
pillows behind his back up against the wall, and pointed to the floor.
"Just there."

There was a knock at the door, causing me to gasp.

"Come in!!!" Xavier yelled.

I had the slight terror that it would be someone who'd want to know what a
twenty-nine-year-old was doing on his knees in a boarding school in an
eighteen- year-old final year's dorm room.

It was Slipper.

"You text me and asked me to come up?"

"Ah yes, Slipper, come in.  Why don't you join our new friend here on the
floor, that's it, just on your knees next to him.  Change into these
first," Xavier said, chucking the other pair of girls' panties at Slipper.

With the usual element of reluctance, Slipper did as Xavier told him,
changing first he then sidled up next to me.

"I thought I'd have a bit of fun with the two of you at the same time.
After all, at more than nine-and-a-half inches I've got more than enough
cock to keep all three of us satisfied, right boys?"

I nodded enthusiastically.  Slipper nodded.

"So, Art, you're getting quite good at sucking dick, but you could
definitely improve.  A bit of gagging is fine, I find it very hot to know a
little slut is so keen to please my cock he's willing to be choked - or
even choke himself.  It shows devotion.  And a cock as big as the Fuckclub
deserves devotion," he said, waving his enormous hard-on tantalisingly at
us, "devotion especially from baby-dicked boys like you two.

"But, Art, I want me and my friends to have easier access to your throat.
Slipper here I've been using for several years now, so maybe he can teach
you a thing or two.  Slipper, why don't start, and show Art what you can
do?"

Xavier put his hands behind his head, showing off his athletic biceps and
glistening pits, with an arrogant princely smile on his face - as he
surveyed me and Slipper on our knees before him, his miniature panties-clad
harem.

With the slightest of sighs, Slipper leant forwards and took the head of
Xavier's nine-point-six inches into his mouth, before delving further.  I
watched as the cock reached the back of Slipper's throat, then he
swallowed.  It looked as though he may have struggled a little more than
before the summer - but as he swallowed, the rest of Xavier's enormous
shaft disappeared down his throat.

"Ahhhh-yeeeah," Xavier sighed, resting his hand gently on Slipper's head.
"Be a good boy and swallow now.  Keep swallowing so I can feel your throat
massaging the Fuckclub."

I saw Slipper's little Adam's apple - pushed outward by the vastness of
Xavier's cock - bobbing up and down in a swallowing motion, and his eyes
well up with tears, bringing more blissful noises from Xavier.  I felt a
shudder of jealousy and knew I'd have to get better if I wanted to compete
for the affections of Xavier and his mighty cock.

"Good boy," Xavier said, removing his hand from Slipper's head.  Slipper
came up and rasped for air, blinked a little resentfully, but then went
back to start licking Xav's smooth low-hanging balls.

"You see, Art?  Slipper swallows my cock, right to the hilt; he uses not
just his lips and tongue to make it feel good, but his throat muscles too;
and even when I let him up for air he knows he needs to get straight back
to work, either on my dick or my nuts.  You following, boy?"

"Yes, sir," I replied, doe-eyed.

"Good.  Good, boy.  Now, Slipper, let's let Art have a go."

Slipper shuffled back and I took his place, on my knees in between Xavier's
legs.  I looked at his cock, still glistening with Slipper's saliva.  I
glanced up at Xavier, whose face was full of encouragement.  That was
enough for me to make my move and take the legendary Fuckclub in my mouth.
The first thing that struck me was it didn't taste like Xav, but rather
like Slipper's spit (it tasted like he'd be drinking apple juice
recently!).  No bother, I thought, and breathed deeply, before lunging
forward, determined to get Xavier's cock into my throat as he had hoped for
me.

I managed to get about six inches in - but I could see over
three-and-a-half inches of his shaft extending from my lips down to his
pubes.  I pushed forward a bit and began to wretch.  I'd had more of his
cock in my mouth before, but only when he was being rough.

"I'm not going to force it tonight, baby," Xavier said, "I want you to do
it yourself.  Come on, you can do it.  Breathe in through your nose, like
Slipper does, and then swallow."

I took in a ragged breath through my nose and swallowed and, true enough,
felt another inch of Xavier's cock inch its way into my throat.  I was so
proud and surprised it worked that I immediately began coughing and backed
off of Xavier's cock.

"That's good, you're nearly there," Xavier said, and get me an affectionate
scritch on the back of my head.



Xavier was loving this.  He watched as two boys - his two devoted boys -
were on their knees, and desperate to service their cocks.

To the left was Slipper, the slightly younger boy who he'd had fagging for
him for a number of years.  He'd had his pick of the first years to fag for
him when he was a third year.  Older boys would usually get dibs, of
course, but Smallwood had warned his prefect successors what happened to
those who got on the wrong side of Xavier Lynch.  Xavier was torn about
which first year to pick - there were a fair few who were the right balance
of pretty and meek for which he was looking.  Then one day, after he'd been
for a run in a free period, he ended up showering with the first year boys
after they'd had PE.  They all had little peckers poking out from some
wispy pubescent pubes, but Slipper's immediately caught Xavier's eye -
developed yes, but it was by far the littlest of all.  Oh, this is perfect,
Xavier had thought to himself.  He'd never need to worry about any backchat
from Slipper, given his cock was so much smaller.

And it was true.  Xavier had summoned the boy to his room at eleven o'clock
- long after first years had lights out.  He'd had him stoke his fire,
polish his shoes, make and butter him some toast, all while Xavier lay on
his bed.

As he finished his toast, Xavier curtly cleared his throat and said, "Take
off your pyjamas, and those ridiculous slippers."

The first year, slightly terrified it's fair to say, obliged.  As he
reluctantly pulled down his pyjama bottoms, his hand shot to his crotch to
cover his modesty.

"What are you hiding?" Xavier feigned, "Let me see."

Slipper removed his hand and Xavier had laughed.

"What's that?" Xavier had asked.

"It's- It's my dick, sir," Slipper replied.

"No, no, no.  That's not a dick," Xavier said, standing up.  He'd been
wearing his boxers (despite normally sleeping naked) so as not to spook the
boy too soon.  That was soon fixed, as Xavier put his thumbs in his
waistband and shucked his underwear to the floor.  "Come here," Xavier
barked.

Slipper took the few tentative steps needed to reach Xavier, who - while
more muscular than Slipper - was not too much taller.  Xavier held his cock
by the base and held it up against Slipper's 'cock'.  By his third year of
boarding school, aged fifteen, Xavier's cock was over eight inches long.
Slipper's slightly over four inches.

"Do you know what Huxley House does to boys by the time they finish at this
school?" asked Xavier.

"It turns us into men," Slipper replied, reciting one of the House mantras.

"That's right," Xavier snapped, "It turns us into men.  But look at
yourself.  Look at that little nub between your legs.  You might be male,
Slipper, but you're not a man."

Slipper teared up a little.  His dad and older brothers had all been in
Huxley House and, given his meekness, he was particularly keen to prove his
worth and be made a man.

"In fact, I think you deserve a little punishment for coming to Huxley
House purporting to be a young 'man'.  Why don't you go and fetch one of
those silly slippers, then come over here."

Sniffling slightly, the younger Slipper had done as he was told.  Then
Xavier had him kneel over his lap, and had spanked him, two dozen hard
strikes across each of Slipper's buttocks in turn.  Slipper whelped after
each and every stroke.  After the fifth blow, Xavier had used his free hand
to cover his mouth, courteous enough not to want to wake up the boys
elsewhere in the House.  By the time the two dozen spankings with the
slipper were done, Slipper was fully blubbering.

"Stop that," Xavier said firmly, "now now, stop blubbering.  I think I've
thought of a way you can make yourself useful."

Drinking in the kind words, Slipper had slid from Xavier's lap to his knees
on the floor and his eyes had brightened.

"You see, Slipper, you might not be a Huxley man.  You may or may not ever
be a Huxley man.  But that doesn't mean you can't be of use to a Huxley
man.  The boys in this House have needs, you see.  And me chief among them.
Would you like to be of use to the men of Huxley House?"

Slipper nodded silently.

"I thought so," Xavier said, reassuringly.  "You see this?" he asked,
holding his cock.

Slipper nodded again.

"Do you know what the whole school calls this?"

Slipper shook his head: "N- No."

"They call it the Fuckclub," Xavier explained.  "The call it the Fuckclub
because it's big enough that I love to use it to fuck and do, and I can use
it as a weapon, and I do.  You and the Fuckclub are going to get to know
each other very well over the coming years.  Why don't you come over here
and give it a kiss?"

Slipper, besotted by Xavier's commanding personality and keen to make a
friend, had lent forward and begun to kiss Xavier's huge, drooling teen
cock.

Within minutes, Xavier recalled, Slipper was working the cock into his
mouth.  And, within weeks, he was working it into his throat.  And, within
months, up his cute little boypussy.  Occasionally he needed disciplining,
for which Xavier had kept one of his ridiculous slippers.  (Hence the
nickname Slipper, which soon enough everyone in school and even his
hometown were calling him.)  And, as he went up each year, and Slipper's
classmates had been relieved of their fagging duties, and eventually taken
on fags of their own, Slipper had been forbade from doing so.  Instead,
here he was, a fifth year - and still a fag, in demand not just from Xavier
and Max, but even Slipper's own co-years like Harrison, Ravi and Kit


And on Xavier's right, knelt Art, who he had met just a week earlier at
Ophelia's party.  He was such a find.  Slipper's cock, while still small,
had grown a little over the last few years, much to Xavier's
disappointment.  And yet here was Art, a man of twenty-nine years of age,
with what seemed like the tiniest cock in the world.  Smaller by far than
Xavier's had been even when he had first discovered wanking at preprep.

Xavier felt one of those intense power rushes when he thought about the
immense size difference between him and Art.  What's more, Art was a
virgin, and so utterly impressionable and malleable.  Yes, he would make a
great new fucktoy indeed.




After a few more snotty, gaggy attempts, I succeeded in taking Xavier's
cock down my throat to the pubes; and after a few more attempts still, I
succeeded in keeping it in my throat long enough to swallow a few times,
'massaging' his cock with my throat muscles.

"Well done!" Xavier said, "Such a good boy. That will do for today.  Didn't
he do well, Slipper?"

"Yeah, he did," Slipper replied, nodding earnestly.

"Okay, boys, make me feel good.  I want both of your mouths on me at the
same time, all the time.  One of you can gently lap my nuts while the other
goes down my cock, then swap over."

Slipper and I looked at each other and dove for Xav's cock.

I was faster.

I got to Xavier's godly cock, and start taking good care of the head,
before moving down and trying to show off my new deepthroating skills.

After thirty or so seconds, Xavier told us to swap over.  I struggled to
fit my head in underneath Slipper's cocksucking chin, but managed, and
gently licked the sweat from Xavier's scrotum.  I felt Slipper's chin and
then cheek occasionally boof the side of my head as he worked on Xavier's
cock.

For half an hour or so, Xavier had us swap over occasionally.  Sometimes
he'd stare down at us, his stunning arrogant smirk across his face; other
times, he'd lay back and just enjoy the pleasure his two cocksuckers were
giving him.

Then he announced, "Okay boys, I'm getting close.  Why don't you two fags
make out - with the head of my cock between your lips."

I saw Slipper surreptitiously roll his eyes, but then he reached out and
grasped Xavier's nine-and-a-half inch cock and positioned his mouth at one
end of the head.  I leaned forward and started to kiss him.  It was a
strange kiss, of course, as neither Slipper nor I were truly focused on
connecting with each other - rather, every tongue and lip movement was
focused on making Xavier feel good.

Watching the two boys make out at his command was bringing Xavier to the
edge - he could feel himself getting closer and closer.  Xav used his
well-muscled core to jut his slim hips back and forth, which thrust his
mammoth nine-and-a-half inches in between our lips.

Finally, the scene was too hot for Xavier, and his cock exploded with cum -
three feet into the air.  It came down in a splatter on the right half of
Slipper's face and the left half of mine.  The load was heavy and the
splatter echoed around the room, followed by another, and another.  Despite
the huge load Xavier had shot earlier, which I was still holding inside me,
at least ten volleys of cum landed on Slipper and me.

Sated, Xavier collapsed back onto his pillows and said we could stop.  He
panted and caught his breath before speaking.

"Slipper, wipe that cum off your face and feed it to my new fuckslut."

Slipper was a little taken aback, as Xavier had always made him swallow his
loads, but as usual Xav got his way and Slipper did as he was told.  I felt
strangely flattered, I suppose, that Xavier wanted me to eat his entire
cumshot.

Once Slipper's job was down, Xavier smiled at him wistfully.

"You got a little boner, Slipper?"

Slipper nodded.

"Take off those panties.  Art, be a good boy and measure Slipper's little
pecker."

Art took the panties from Slipper and put them back in his souvenir drawer,
while I removed the yellow linen tape measure from around my neck.  Slipper
was still on his knees, as was I, so I had to bow even lower to get to his
cock.

I took Slipper's erection in my hand.  A week ago, when I only had my own
to compare it to, it would have felt large; but after servicing Xavier and
co, it of course did not.  Oh, how much can change in a week.

I brought the tape measure up against it, measuring first the length and
then the girth, and read out--

"It's four-point-nine inches long and four-and-a-half inches around," I
said.


Xavier sighed another wistful sigh, as though this confirmed something he
had feared.  Slipper's little cock, while still no competition with his
own, was getting too big.  At this rate, Slipper might soon reach five
inches, and then someone somewhere out there might even voluntarily blow
Slipper - or, even more absurdly and unacceptably, let him fuck them.  So,
Xavier decided, things with Slipper had to come to an end.

"Do you remember our little talk, Slipper, all those years ago about Huxley
House turning boys into men?"

"Of course," Slipper replied.

"Well, I think it's time you became a man.  How would you like to fuck my
new little plaything here?"

Slipper couldn't believe his ears.  Xavier had spent years telling him his
cock was too tiny to be capable of such things, how he should put them out
of his mind.  While unendowed, Slipper was - of course - still a boy, who
got erections, and had often watched jealously as his contemporaries began
getting their cocks serviced by House fags, while he himself remained a
fag.

"Yes please!" Slipper blurted out.

I couldn't believe my ears either.

"No!" I said, my strongest ever act of insubordination against Xavier.

I couldn't be fucked by Slipper.  It didn't make sense.  He was a fag.  A
bottom, like me.  He wasn't hung like Xavier, or Max, or Teddy, or
Harrison, Ravi or Kit.

"Shut it, you," Xavier said, his meanness returned.  "I'll decide who's man
enough to fuck you.  Just how small is that pathetic little boyclit again?"

I sniffled.  "Two-point-nine by two-point-two inches, sir."

"Exactly.  And what does that mean?"

"That- That- That Slipper is," (oh god, I thought, even Slipper is), "more
man than I am.  Five times more man than I am."

"Exactly," Xavier growled.  "Now get on all four and present that little
pussy.  Slipper, it's time you've become a man.  He's all lubed up from my
load earlier.  Fuck my little cockslut and make me proud."

I got on all four, arched my back as Xavier liked me to do, trying to make
him proud.  Although I still felt crushed.  I felt two small and eager
hands at either of my hips, then a slight intrusion at my hole, which
slipped in easily after the larger invasions I'd had earlier.

It was a struggle not to feel sorry for myself.  On all fours, being fucked
by the longest-serving fag in the history of Xav's school, a boy who
moments earlier that been a co-cocksucker servicing Xavier's awe-inspiring
Fuckclub, a boy whose modest endowment had made him a laughing stock of
Huxley House.  But his endowment was no longer the laughing stock - mine
was.  Relative to the larger boys, taking his cock was not a struggle - I
barely felt it at all.  I let out a small wail, as I realised: if I could
barely feel his cock, then if I ever were to put my dick in someone, they
probably wouldn't feel it at all.

Five years of pent up sexual aggression flowed through Slipper that night.
He pounded and pounded and pounded at Art's hole -- thrilled Xavier had
given him the opportunity to, thrilled that his almost five inches were
getting to do what a man's should do, thrilled that he'd finally discovered
someone even less of a man than he was (despite being well over a decade
older!), so he could take his place among Huxley House boys and be made a
man.  It didn't take him too long, before Slipper was shooting his load in
my hole, his cum mixing in with Xav.

"Aah! Aah! Aah! Ahhh, yessss," Slipper said, shooting his load into someone
for the first time in his sixteen years.  "That.  Was.  Awesome!!  Thank
you so much, Xavier!!"

(I noted how Xavier got thanked, and not me.)

"You're very welcome, Slipper.  By the way, we're meeting next month to
dish out fagging duties among the new first years.  I have decided, it's
time you get to have one of your own."

Slipper's face was beaming.

"BUT," said Xavier, "and listen very carefully.  I expect the boy you
choose to have a cock even smaller than your sadly-growing but still-tiny
pecker.  This is not up for debate, and I will be checking.  Is that
understood?"

"Yes, Xavier, of course," gushed Slipper.

"Good," confirmed Xavier, as he started to yawn, "you are dismissed."

Slipper put on his clothes in a hurry, before Xavier could change his mind,
and rushed towards the door.

"But first," Xavier said, fishing around down the side of his bed.  He
procured a small battered-looking slipper, "Here.  You can have this back.
We won't be needing it any more."

Slipper took his namesake from Xavier, blushing, then hurried back to the
door and out of it.

"Mmmmm, get up here, you sexy little cumdump," Xavier said to me, patting
the bed next to him.  His face looked so angelic when he was sleepy.

"I'm gonna spoon you to sleep, waaaaa (another big yawn) and you're gonna
dream about me as I rest my big cock against Sally-Ann's knickers between
the cheeks of your fantastic little boypussy."


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