Date: Wed, 12 May 2021 11:16:17 -1000 From: Total Boss Subject: Small No More chapter 3 This is a work of gay fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is entirely unintentional. This story's main themes are dominance, mind- control/ manipulation and reluctance. Please do not take this more seriously than it is intended. The author retains rights and title to this work. Reproduction of this work without author's consent constitutes a violation of the agreement. This is my first attempt here on Nifty. I hope you will have as much fun reading this as I had writing it. Thanks to those of you who have sent feedback. Please keep your comments going! A huge thanks to all the wonderful authors who have kept me entertained and drained over the past years. Your donations will keep Nifty going for years and years. Please go here and make your donation today: http://donate.nifty.org/ CHAPTER THREE DUDE!!! THIS IS SO FUCKING AWESOME. Taylor, who is normally a super chill, laid back bro is in my face with the excitement of a 5 year old on Christmas morning. He and I are scrolling through the email we just received. It contains a completed application submitted by a certain Joshua v. H. It was sent (confidentially and encrypted and fully HIPAA compliant of course) to apply@smallnomore.com a mere 15 minutes ago. I remind Taylor to keep his voice down, as I am pretty sure that the person who filled in this application is located about six feet and a relatively thin interior wall from us. "Dude, did he really answer all those questions we came up with?" It looks like the answer to that question is a resounding yes. Josh has fallen hook, line and sinker for the very official sounding application Taylor and I designed on behalf of our new and obviously-not-existing-in-the-real-world startup company. He and I are the proud owners, chief medical officers, CEO and whatever other positions we may come up with at our newly formed pharmaceutical company called "Small No More". After Taylor told me last week about discovering Josh's big (or little I guess) problem, I realized two important facts: Fact one: Josh has a prick the size of a breakfast sausage. Fact two: Josh is extremely unhappy about fact one. The more I allowed those two facts to sink in, the more I realized that Taylor was onto something big (yep, pun intended). With the correct, manipulative Master Plan, Josh "Micro-D" van Hooser will definitely become our private, personal, special, and, most importantly, daily cock drainer. The same evening that Taylor pitched his idea, he and I went to work. After an evening of brainstorming, fueled by a ton of beer and weed, Taylor and I came up with a solid plan of action. Knowing that Josh is desperately googling all these "how to grow your tiny pee pee" websites, we decided that our new mission in life would be to become the world's leading experts in growing tiny micro dicks through hormone therapy. While this approach is obviously going to take some time to roll out, I am 100% certain that Josh will fall for it, and that this will turn him into our complete and total cock sucker sex slave. The morning after our late-night brainstorm, we got busy executing the brilliant plan we came up with. We decided that our first step should be to build a slick and believable website for our brand new, not-existing-in-the-real-world pharmaceutical company. And because my dad and Taylor's parents kicks ass at making money, and because they choose to use some of that money to enroll us in a super posh high school, we finally got to put our hours of advanced IT training and web design to use. After 48 hours of clicking and scrolling and hyperlinking, we produced a visually appealing, easy to navigate, extremely informative website for people looking to grow certain body parts, especially private parts. Next up was the task of sending a strategically personalized email to our victim, oops, I mean lucky beneficiary. We decided it needed to be as specific to him (age, height, all of it) as possible. We kept our message relatively brief and to the point, emphasizing the "taking action" part at the end of our message. We hoped that the large, brightly colored APPLY TODAY button would entice our tiny-junk houseguest into immediate action. After editing, and re-reading, and checking the APPLY TODAY button about twenty or so times, we finally sent it to Josh, and then the waiting started. After an excruciatingly long three and a half hour wait, we are now finally seeing the fruits of our labor, and boy, Josh does NOT disappoint. Living with a hardly visible cocklet for a dick has clearly made him a person who pays attention to even the smallest details! (Nailed it). All the questions on the application are completed and all the instructions have been followed to perfection. The first answers are just the basics; height, weight, date of birth. There are no surprises in his answers there. In the next section, we requested measurements for some key body parts. Josh answered, we assume truthfully, that his dicklet is two inches long when soft, and a truly miserable three inches long when fully erect. When asked about masturbatory habits, our lil horn dog answered "three times per day." This has us scratching our heads. Why would anyone pull on something that tiny so often? Maybe he hopes that wanking this often will also make it grow bigger? Taylor speaks up after we both read that answer. "Dude, we should have asked him whether he even cums when he jacks off. Or maybe we can make him measure how much jizz he squirts when he cums?" I like where Taylor is going with these questions, and while I slightly regret forgetting to ask this extremely relevant question in the initial application, I am confident we will slip this question in sometime soon. The answer to our next question is making the both of us howl with laughter, and I have to remind Taylor that Josh is currently at home, in his bedroom, less than six feet from where we are. "Dude, keep it down. He is gonna walk in here if we are this loud." In our defense, Josh's answer to the question 'describe the size of your testicles" is a real winner. In his answer, he describes the size of his nuts as "the size of a large pea or a small marble". Taylor cannot help himself: "Dude, I dare you to propose pea salad to Josh for dinner tonight." We both crack up. After we compose ourselves, we return to the screen. In the final section of the application, we instructed him to upload some pics of himself. We requested front, back and side pics of his full body, wearing only a pair of underwear and showing proof of height by marking a surface behind or next to him. We encouraged him to blur his face in the pics. We felt that this would not just make him more likely to go through with taking them, it would also make the ask sound more legit and scientific. Clearly, we are requesting these pics to establish the correct before height, not for any kind of pervy internet troll reason. We instructed Josh to use Post-it notes, yellow ones to mark increments of one foot, and green ones to make increments of one inch. Josh did exactly as requested, marking the wall of his bedroom with five yellow, as well as five green Post-it notes. A proud 5'5". In addition, we instructed him to take close up pics of his pathetic junk. We requested that the junk pics include measuring tape so that there would not be any doubt of the "before size." The pics confirm his earlier reporting. His tiny sausage is 2" soft, and a whopping 3 inches hard. Believe me, neither Taylor nor I needed to see that shit. Now that we have seen this, we are for sure never going to unsee it. However, we both agreed that it would be beneficial to get some blackmail material on our future bitch boy ASAP, just to have a bit of insurance, and this seemed like an easy way to start our blackmail vault. Both Taylor and I are surprised to see how ripped Josh's body is. Josh always dresses in super baggy clothes. Turns out that he has been obscuring the fact that all of the biking and swimming and rock climbing he has been doing has given him a super lean and muscular bod. Also, the total body profile pic we requested shows that while indeed, there is no bulge in the front of his undies, this boy has a phat booty that would be winning all sorts of awards if entered into the right booty-licious contests. Taylor comments first. "Dude, with that tiny waist and that phat ass, you could be tricked into believing you are looking at a chick! I never thought I would say this, but damn, I would tap that ass!" Taylor is not wrong. Josh's ass is rounder and phatter than any of the chicks in our class. I am not sure about tapping a dude's ass right this second, cuz I gotta admit, that sounds a bit gay to me. Also, we haven't even turned him into our damn cock slobber bitch yet. I reply, as always, as the voice of reason in the room. "Taylor, focus for a damn minute. We have just taken step one in making him our cock sucker. Slow down on the tapping ass part for a half second already. Let's focus on getting those juicy lips on our dicks!" Taylor agrees, and we get started writing our formal company reply. We start our message by praising our applicant for the thorough answers to all our questions. Additionally, we lavish him with praise for the quality of the pics he included. We assure him that as of now, all signs are pointing towards him being an excellent candidate for our medication. We notify him that the next step will be to submit a small urine sample. This step is my brainchild, and I am gonna take full credit, cuz I am pretty sure this is where we are going convince him that we are super legit. Taylor and I dropped 50 bucks at our local drug store on some basic medical as well as mailing supplies. After another evening of booze and weed, we have assembled a very professional looking Small No More branded test kit, return envelopes included. The pee sample is collected by peeing over a stick. The stick is like one you would see in a typical pregnancy test. Ours doesn't change colors though, it just absorbs the pee for future testing. In addition to the stick, our test kit comes with an easy to seal plastic baggy. The baggy goes into our pre-metered envelope. While the US postal service is definitely not going to recognize our bar code, we had fun designing it and it looks realistic AF. Our envelopes list "Small No More, INC" both as the sender and addressee. We obviously did not want Josh to put our actual home address on these. We picked Atlanta, GA as our headquarters, for no other reason that neither one of us has any kind of link to it, and it sounded to us like a city that would welcome our new non existing pharmaceutical company. "Ok. I think these are ready to go. I am so happy for little Josh. Every one of us should have a shot at having a visible cock, and I feel like we are giving him as much hope as he has ever had at a better life. Let's get his application packet mailed to him today!" To my surprise, I do not hear the "fuck yea" that I was pretty sure Taylor would shout out as a response to my "let's get this shit done" call to action. I look at Taylor, and find him staring at me with a weird ass look in his eyes. He is kinda looking at me, but also kinda looking through me, like he is staring off into space. He speaks up, and his voice is hoarse. "Dude. I have to rub one out right now. I don't think I have ever been this horny in my life." I look at Taylor and I notice his shorts are tenting big time. I feel my own cock stirring as well. Ever since we started down this road, I have been wanking at least five times per day. The thought of turning Josh into our cock sucker is making me go crazy with horniness. I look down again and realize Taylor is at full mast. Taylor and I are not shy about our bodies. Between being in sports together and him spending the night at my place hundreds of times, he and I have seen each other's junk literally hundreds of times. We both started sleeping naked a couple of years ago, so we have seen each other's morning wood more times than I can count. Weirdly, he and I have never jacked off in front of each other though. Until now apparently. Taylor is still staring at me, or through me. He speaks up again. "Dude, I am so ready for that first blow job. All this Small No More shit is great and brilliant, but I don't think I can wait much longer." I look down at Taylor's shorts, and I can see his cock stirring. His voice sounds hoarse. Out of nowhere, I hear the sound of my own voice. "I dare you to rub one out right here right now." Taylor looks up at me. His expression is 5% surprise, and 95% "I am so fucking horny and I need to get off right now." He sounds hesitant. "Dude. Do you mean right here in front of you, with you two feet away from me?" I am seated at my desk, and Taylor is sitting on my bed, so it's more like 3 feet. That said, I guess the gist of his comment is less about the exact distance and more about the "right here in front you" part. I start rubbing my own crotch. I am fully hard. I am so fucking horny. I speak up again. A bit louder and more commanding this time. "Taylor. I dare you to take your shorts off, lie your ass down right here on this bed and blow a fucking load." For about 5 or 6 seconds, Taylor doesn't move. It doesn't matter. He and I both know what will happen next. Taylor and I have terrorized each other with dares for as long as we have been friends. I have never turned down one of his dares, and he has never ever turned down one of mine. Today will not be the first time. Taylor stands up from the bed. With his signature cocky smile on display, he pulls his shorts and underwear down, steps out of them, and sits back down on the bed. Since he was already shirtless, he is now buck naked, with his cock sticking out from his body, hard as a rock. He slowly lies down on his back, defiantly putting on a show for me, showing me that this dare is not causing him any kind of suffering. He starts to stroke his hard cock. I have a feeling he is not gonna last long. I put my hands inside my shorts, and slowly stroke my own boner. My cock feels as hard as it's ever been. I don't remember the last time I wanted to cum this bad. I watch Taylor jacking. For a second time, I surprise myself, this time with giving Taylor a challenge on top of the dare. "You look like you're gonna cum quickly. I challenge you to last for 10 minutes. You must constantly stroke your cock. You can stroke slowly, but you cannot take your hand off your cock, and you cannot stop moving it. Time starts now." I honestly don't know where these words are coming from. I do know that I am really enjoying the sense of control I have over Taylor right now. I can tell that he needs to get off badly, and that he will do just about anything for a good cum right now. He slows down his stroking, but we both know he is not gonna last the full ten minutes. I see precum coming out of his piss slit. I notice the definition of his muscles. His chest and arms are big, still swollen from yesterday's workout. His abs are flexing with the rhythm of his hand motions. There is no fucking way he will last ten minutes. Actually, there is no fucking way he is gonna last five. "One more thing. We agree that if you cum before the ten minutes are up, as a punishment, you have to cum two more times within twenty minutes of your first cum." Taylor looks at me. For about three or four seconds, his expression seems to say "dude, what the fuck is wrong with you today?" However, his shit eating grin returns soon, and his expression changes to "challenge accepted." I guess jacking off three times within twenty minutes is a punishment he can live with. I feel my cock twitch inside my shorts. I have given Taylor dares for as long as I can remember, but never one like this. I decide to join in the fun. I push my shorts down, grab my cock and start stroking it. I watch Taylor stroke his pole, and find myself imagining Josh's full lips sliding up and down it. Taylor closes his eyes and accelerates his pumping. His dick is rock hard. I see more precum now. I notice him flexing his leg muscles and literally see his toes curling. I compare our cocks as we are both stroking faster now. Both of us are hung. While I am a tad over 8 inches, Taylor is just a bit under. His cock is thinner than mine, and more curved. Mine has more girth, and it is straighter than his. Both of us are cut. I accelerate the pace of my own stroking. I don't think I am going to last long. I am super turned on. Taylor is really going for it. Although he is right-handed, I notice that he uses his left hand to jack off. He closes his eyes and goes to town on his cock. I notice his right hand going down to his balls, grabbing them, and tugging them softly. I can tell that he is super close. I am seconds away myself. I can feel my cum building. It's in my toes, my legs, stomach. I slow down my pace, trying to last a few seconds longer. I lean forward and speak softly: "Yea dude. Blow your load in little Josh's hungry mouth. Make sure that that little faggot knows what real cum tastes like." Taylor's cock erupts before I finish my sentence. I am pretty sure this is one of the biggest cums he's had in his life. He shakes, shivers, and screams "fuck, fuck, FUCK, FUUUUUUUUCK." Six, seven, eight enormous ropes of cum fly out of Taylor's cock. I watch the first two fly over his head, hitting the headboard behind him. The next two or three land on the mattress, right next to his head. The last three or so land on his chest and stomach, blending in with the sweat that has formed on the front of his body. Jesus Christ, I had no idea Taylor was such a shooter! Watching him cum puts me over the falls, and as I feel my balls pull up, I realize two things. First, my cock is aimed at my best friend. Second, there is no way I am going to ruin this orgasm by getting up from this chair. I start to cum, and boy, I am cumming hard. My first two volleys shoot up and land on Taylor's chest, mixing in with his jizz. I don't think he notices. He is way too busy blowing his own load. I am so glad he has his eyes closed. I watch two more cum volleys land on my best friend, this time on his stomach. I can't believe how much jizz there is pooling on his body, knowing that half of his orgasm is currently dripping down my headboard. I shoot another three shots of jizz and watch them land on the side of the bed, a few inches from my best friend's bod. Taylor finally stops cumming. He's panting, and sweaty, and he is covered with jizz, his and mine. I feel kinda proud, like I made that happen, both for him and for me. After a minute or so of catching his breath, he finally opens his eyes and looks up at me. We are both grinning sheepishly. I smell sex, and cum, and sweat. Neither one of us has anything to say for another minute or so. We both just grin. We both know that we had two of the best orgasms of our lives. Taylor finally puts words to what we are both thinking. "Dude, he's not even blowing us yet, but he is already giving us some of the best cums we have ever had." It's true. And great. Also, Taylor might think that he is gonna get out of my challenge if he distracts me with his deep reflections. He knows me well enough though to know better. I respond. "Dude, you are so right. That was one of the best loads I ever blasted out." And it was all over my best bud!!! I don't say part that out loud, however I do say this: "Question. Did you last the full 10 minutes?" I see his cock twitch, right before his face gets that look that he always has when I give him a dare or a bet. He moves his hand back down to his cock, which, like mine, is still as hard as it was before we both came. He calmly starts to stroke his cock again while he speaks up. "Dude. I will blow two more loads as promised. Also, don't worry about the twenty-minute thing too much. I will be done well before time runs out. And we can thank little Josh and his juicy lips for that." To be continued.