Date: Fri, 23 Dec 2022 13:29:31 +0000 From: SPH Sub Subject: Boyclit - chapter 8 BOYCLIT - CHAPTER EIGHT This story involves teenagers dominating a (slightly) older man; small penis humiliation (gay SPH); and elements of 'magical realism' to ever-heighten the dick size disparity. I hope you enjoy. Thank you to everyone who wrote in since the last chapter, 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. I've written a NEW Nifty story. You should check that out too and let me know what you think: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/my-six-twink-top-lodgers -- I stayed with Xavier in secret, in his single bed in his single dorm at school, for a week. More and more Huxley House boys arrived for their autumn term over the next few days. Thankfully, Xavier was popular enough that those who knew this eighteen-year-old was hiding his twenty-nine-year-old sub in his room didn't tell their teachers. It didn't hurt that for some of them the favour was returned by being able to take out their pent up adolescent energies on my throat and my arse--I mean my pussy. Every morning for those first few days, Xavier would hit the showers. This was unusual, as he often liked to build up a good musk for a few days at a time; and I was disappointed, as I'd grown fonder and fonder of his teen alpha stink. The reason Xavier was doing this, however, became apparent that first morning -- the morning after he'd interrogated me about when I first knew my tiny cock was so inadequate; and boasted about his sexual escapades since discovering he was so phallically gifted. "Art, you little slut," he proclaimed that morning, returning to his room where I was hiding out. "I've brought some more boys for you to meet." He and three other boys wearing white towels around their waists entered presently. I later learnt their names were Michael, Will and Kenji. Michael was a stocky-shouldered American-accented guy with stubble; Will was a dandyish floppy-haired waif of a chap, with a voice almost as plummy as Xavier's; and Kenji was a short quiet preppily-dressed Japanese boy. "Come on, lazy boy, get out of bed. Stand up," Xavier told me. I complied -- at a little over six-foot, I was the tallest in the room; as well as the oldest by over ten years. I blushed, still wearing the thong of one of Xavier's past female conquests. My young dominator strode towards me: "Here," he said, procuring the key to the new chastity cage with which he proposed I be his, "I want to make this a fair fight." Obscuring me from his schoolmates' view, he slipped off my little thong and released the padlock holding in place my tiny dick's tiny cage. Very careful to only touch the metal (to touch my boyclit itself would be too bottomy, too submissive, for Xavier), he released me. So enraptured was he by how miniscule my pathetic excuse for a member was, that Xav was getting colossally hard. Almost ten inches of almost fully erect cock easily lifted the thick fluffy towel Xavier wore, so it easily breached our few-inches distance and brushed up against my thigh. "It's okay," Xavier said, giving me a cheeky grin, "You've got my permission to get hard." Released from its confines, excited by nerves, and now to obey Xavier's commands, my little dicklet got very hard very quickly. "Okay, boys, let's see what you've got." Michael, Will and Kenji each dropped their towels to the floor with varying levels of confidence. Within a few moments and with a few tugs, each of the naked sixth formers was hard as well. In one of his director moods, Xavier told the three newcomers to approach one by one and compare their dicks against mine. Michael's was a punchy rocket-shaped number -- about seven inches long, thicker at the base than its circumcised head. Will's was slender and long -- eight inches long, with a beautifully proportioned head. Kenji's emerged from a smooth ballsack and a small shock of black hair on his pubis -- uncut and a little over six inches. After I'd measured their cocks, I measured mine in turn without needing to be asked. Rock hard and exactly two inches. The whole time, Xavier stood with me side by side. I'm sure we both caught the three boys glimpse at his hard, proud and now-revealed Fuckclub, looking closer to ten inches than ever -- cementing his place at the top of the pecking order. "I asked the boys their thoughts on dick size, Art; whether they agreed that tiny-dicked boys should serve those with bigger cocks -- and they did. What do you think?" I blushed redder. "Yes, sir," I agreed as well. "Yes what?" said Xavier. "Yes, sir, tiny-dicked boys should serve those with bigger cocks." "And wouldn't you agree that that little two-inch clit between your legs which the doctors at your birth absurdly classified as a penis would count as a very tiny dick indeed?" "Yes, sir. My two-inch clit would be a very, very tiny dick," I agreed again. "Well then why don't you be a good little tiny-dicked slut for your stud, and beg these boys to let you suck their much bigger cocks, to show them how much manlier you consider them to be?" I fell on my knees in compliance. I was still flushed red at having had to reveal my secret shame (although Xavier seemed insistent in making it less and less secret) to these total strangers, but I was growing ever more pliant and even confident in my submissiveness, my place at the bottom, as the bottom, in the immutable biological hierarchy of cock size. One by one I sucked them off. Michael went first, brazenly presenting his circumcised cock at my lips, and thrusting it down my throat. After Xavier's size, I might not have choked were it not for the aggression with which Michael seemed determined to get his nut. At each inward thrust my jaw stretched painfully, as Michael began to moan: "Fuck, fuck, yes, yes; I never saw the point in you faggots, but your throat is such a good little pussy. Fuuuuuck!" he grunted, holding my head in place as you shot his load right down my throat. Will sat on the edge of Xavier's bed and beckoned me to him languidly. I pattered over on hands and knees and started to suck his tall thin proud pole. He lay back, his smooth slim untoned body looking like an ephebophilic Victorian male nude, and allowed me to worship him. I did so hungrily. It was quite the contrast with Michael's aggression. After ten or so minutes, Will's breathing quickened discreetly, and soon without words he shot his load in my mouth. It was the sweetest cum I'd tasted so far, and I savoured it for a few seconds before turning to Kenji. Kenji was watching from Xav's desk chair. Without needing to be asked or beckoned, I crawled over to him. Aggression-wise, he split the difference between Michael and Will, he took a loose hold of my curls and began steadily pumping my lips up and down his cock while gently moaning. I blushed in awareness of all the ethno-pornographic stereotypes, and the not-entirely-baseless aspersions about East Asian cock sizes; and yet here was Kenji, with a cock thicker and three times longer than my so-called dick, therefore rightfully using my mouth as his own personal fleshjack. Within a few minutes, he too had flooded my mouth with cum. And so it went on over the next week. Xavier identified that every single one of the sixth formers and almost all of the fifth formers were hung enough to deserve to use my mouth if they wanted to. And, being horny teenagers with no ready access to girls, every single one of them wanted to do so. I sucked off twenty new guys that week, and most of them more than once. A few of the especially hung ones were permitted by Xavier to fuck me when he was in the mood, while he watched, stroking his infamous and massive cock to more and more prodigious proportions before ploughing me himself. When Xavier had school work to do, he'd sometimes let a boy sneak me into the boy's dorm room. Often in shared rooms, I'd sometimes have to blow four boys before they slept before scurrying back to Xav's dorm. The only time I left Huxley House was at the end of the week -- and was to go to the school's library. Xavier had set off that morning for lessons, and not returned in the afternoon. (By this point he was back to his old habits, and hadn't showered for around three days.) My `phone pinged with a message from Xav: "Library. 10 minutes." Fuck, I thought. I had no idea what the rest of these school grounds looked like. I wasted a minute panicking about how I'd get to the library, and decided to see if one of the many Huxley boys I'd sucked off over the last few days could help me. I knocked on the door of what I knew to be Will's dorm which he shared with one other boy. "Come in," I heard a posh imperious voice within. Thankfully, when I entered, it was Will and he was alone. "Hey, umm, Xavier's asked me to meet him in the library and I have no idea where it is," I told him. "I could take you there," he said, before rubbing his crotch, "if you make it worth my while." "He wants me there in ten minutes," I protested, "well, eight!" "You better be quick then," said he, already unbuttoning his trousers. Resigned, I slid to my knees and took his firm slender eight inches into my mouth -- using all the tongue tricks and trying to sense what he best liked from his moans. I didn't need to for too long, as he blessedly took over and grabbed my head, more aggressive than that first time I'd sucked him - pumping his cock urgently into my mouth and throat - blowing his load a couple of minutes later. I licked my lips and pleaded "Will you take me to the library now? Please? I don't want to know what Xav will do to me if I'm late." "Okay, okay," he conceded, cleaning the last drop of his cum from his cock on my cheek. I reflexively wiped it off and ate it, and followed as he strolled out of his dorm and took me down the narrow staircase I had come up several days later. I was slightly nervous, of course, being a fully grown adult in a boarding school; but if anyone noticed me, they didn't say anything. And thankfully it didn't take too long to get to the library - I had a full minute to spare. "I'm here. Where are you?" I texted Xav. "Second floor. Classics section." It was well sign-posted and didn't take me long to find my gorgeous hung stud, who was sitting at a semi-secluded desk, classical history and literature books in English and the original Greek laid around his laptop. "Reading about those horny Greeks always gives me such a boner," he half-whispered. "You wanna sort it out for me?" Despite my apprehensions, I knew he'd be unlikely to take no for an answer, and so for the second time that morning I got down on my knees, and hid as under the desk as I could manage. I expected Xavier to take his dick out, but when he didn't I took it upon myself to do it for him. He had indeed been given a boner - that legendary Fuckclub in all its ten-inch glory sprang out. It was both gorgeous and threatening and still took my breath away every time. It was almost enough to alleviate my worries about being caught, as I moved towards it: mesmerised by how much more masculinity Xav's manhood had than my own insufficient little dicklet, now straining against the cage he made me wear. While Xavier himself more or less ignored me, continuing to tap away at his notes and flick the pages of books, his huge cock felt aggressive and engaged - flaring and throbbing against my tongue as I sucked him, trying to take in as much of it into my throat as I could without gagging and choking (and thereby having his whole school know I was here on my knees in the library taking care of his needs). That massive glans of his tasted a little musky, as he hadn't cum all morning (poor guy); and was firm and flush with his erection, and his ever-urgent need to cum. At one point, his big dick still impaling my face, I saw his hand appear and rummage in his rucksack beside me under the desk and fetch out his headphones. This heightened the realisation that he was blanking me, barely noting the blowjob, expecting me to do all the work in getting those massive balls to unload so he could concentrate on his schoolwork. My heart leapt in my throat when I heard someone else's voice say "Xav!" Listening to music, he hadn't heard; and my heart, now back in my chest, was thump-thump-thumping at the prospect of this interlocutor coming nearer and discovering me on my cocksucking knees. "Xav!" he said again, and I prodded Xav on his leg. His eyes came into view under the desk and I nodded my head towards from where I thought the voice had come. "Ah, Ptolemy," Xav said, "sorry - I had my study beats on. Same time this afternoon at the squash courts?" "Yes, I'll get you this time," said the chap who was apparently Ptolemy. "Not bloody likely," Xavier chipped back, cocksure as always, "this Greek translation is a killer, eh?" "Ugh, the worst!" I couldn't believe Xavier wasn't trying to get rid of this boy, given the riskiness of us engaging in a sex act right under his nose. Quite the opposite, Xavier shifted so instead of my mouth silently nursing the tip of his cock - his huge shaft zeroed in on my throat and pinned the back of my head against the `roof' of the desk above me. It took effort almost as enormous as his dick not to choke and splutter - tears streaming silently down my cheeks as he skewered me on his dick. Finally Ptolemy left, and Xavier's hand joined me under the desk again - this time to grab my head and use my face like a sex toy "That was so fucking hot," he said, quietly but not quite quietly enough, using his muscular arms to wank himself with my mouth and throat the way he liked, "fuck! I wanna almost get caught more often. Fuck! Fuck! Fffffuuuckk!!" And with that he started unloading in my mouth. I could just see, beyond his thick shaft, his balls contracting in his fly - over and over - with each big pulse of his cock as it send blast after blast of his huge load of cum straight into my throat. Finally, he released his grip, and I was able to slide back along `til just the head of his dick was in my mouth - and I could savour the taste of the last of his jizz. "Cheers for that," Xav said. "It's Friday and I'm going home for the weekend tonight. I'll drive you back to London too." "Thank you," I rasped, my voice hoarse from a week of sucking off almost two dozen upper class teenagers. - - I hope you're enjoying this story. Any feedback and suggestions, from any Arts and especially any Xavs out there, would be much appreciated at sphsublondon@gmail.com I've got a new story you should check out too: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/my-six-twink-top-lodgers