Date: Wed, 08 Dec 2004 17:57:15 -0500
From: Dick Mann <dkmnn@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Inches - Part 2

Pump Fiction : My Inches - Part 2

 by Dick Mann
 Email :
dkmnn@hotmail.com
 (comments from readers welcome)

 Hi, it's me again,
Phil. It's Friday night, about 11:00 PM.  My folks think I'm asleep by now,
resting up from a long day studying at my high school. What a laugh! I'm
actually standing here in front of my mirror, naked, about to try on a new
pair of pants I bought the other day. Biker's pants. As in spandex stretch
pants. Of course, I don't ride a bike. I'm no jock. I don't really like to
do much exercise at all. In fact, at 5' 8" and 145 pounds, I'm about as far
from being a big he-man as you can get. The thin muscles that I do have do
show some definition, and I do have a slight washboard look to my stomach.
But that's only because, while I don't have much in the way of muscles, I
have really no fat at all. My waist is only 30 inches. And that's the way I
like it. Being so small and thin, nobody can think I could ever overpower
anyone, or push them around in any way. And physically, I can't. But, of
course, I have more power than they ever imagined. And it all comes from my
cock. My huge, massive, gargantuan cock. The one that's hanging down between
my skinny little legs right now. Hanging down over six inches, even though
it's completely, totally soft. That's as small as it ever gets--a little
over six inches long by two inches wide.

 It's so big hanging down there
like that, it almost looks like a third leg. Only this is no leg, of course.
A leg doesn't make a guy involuntarily stare, or force him to salivate, or
give him an unwanted, uncontrollable, embarrassing hard-on in a public
place. Of course not, that's a job for my manshaft. A job it does very
easily. It's just so big, so thick, so long. I learned a long time ago, back
in junior high, that just by springing a big hard-on, and showing off it's
unbelievable size, either naked in the gym, or obscenely stretching out my
pants, I could turn on the other boys. Turn them on real bad. Back then, in
junior high, before I started pumping, my hard cock was "only" eight inches
long. But that was still more than enough. Oh yeah, I could pick out any boy
I wanted, show off my 8 thick inches of man-meat, and boing!--he'd spring a
boner, just like that. And he'd be so humiliated--boning up over another
boy's cock! They'd always try to fight it, try to stay soft, or try to will
their boners back down, but no-one could resist my huge, incredible size. My
big monster cock could make their regular little cocks hard any time I
wanted. And it would make them so fucking horny that the only way they could
ever go back down would be to go jerk off.

 Oh yeah, I caused a lot of
boy-cream to go down the toilets of that junior high, that's for sure. And
when one of the boys was shooting his contribution into the bowl, he wasn't
thinking of any chick either. Oh no, he was thinking about my whopping 8
inches of manhood. He'd be wishing he could get it out of his mind, but at
the same time, wishing it were stuffed into his mouth. And I found I could
do it to the teachers too, which was real fun. The gym teachers were easy,
because in the gym I had the chance to show off naked. And what do you think
I discovered the sight of a naked 8 inches of thick, hard, solid man-meat,
obscenely sticking out--way out--in front of thin little junior-high kid did
to a gym teacher? I discovered it did the same thing it did to any of the
other boys, of course. It'd make him stare. Make him drool. Make him get
such a hard boner that he'd have to hobble off to the nearest john, and jerk
his dick to the mid- sticking image I put into his head. That's when I
discovered what my size does to a boy, and what it does to a man. How it
gives me control of their dicks. How it puts them under my power.

 That's
still really fun for me, of course--using my monster meat to fuck over some
unsuspecting victim. I just show off my unbelievabe cock under the thin
fabric of my pants, and he's hooked for good. At first he's shocked just at
how huge I am. But then, if he's straight, or if he thinks he is, he's even
more shocked at his own reaction. At how his own balls start to churn, and
at how his own cock starts to expand. I just love reading that combination
of surprise and embarrassed guilt on a guy's face. It's really a very funny
look--some guy trying to look away, but unable to. Then realizing that he's
getting horny over my great big package of man-meat. Then it really gets
good when showing off my awesome size makes his dick grow all the way hard.
His face turns bright red when he realizes how obvious the tent in his pants
has become. He's utterly humiliated, so he'll try to fight it, of
course--try to make his dick back down. But I'm showing him way too many
inches of beautiful man-meat for him to have a chance. In a couple of
minutes, he'll be hornier, and harder, and more embarrassed than he's ever
been. He'll realize that, for the first time in his life, he's actaully
perving over another guy's cock. It'll make him sick, but that won't make
any difference. He'll still have to go find a place to jerk off. And he'll
be thinking about the beautiful, humongous bulge of my monster cock the
whole time. Oh yeah, he may be hating himself for it, but he'll be jerking
to my meat.

 Prick-teasing and mind-fucking like that is always fun, but
it's almost a little too easy when you have as many inches as I do. The
thing is, even without pumping, when my beauty is all the way hard, it's
over 2-1/2 inches wide along the shaft, wider accross the head, and a good
10 inches long. Measured along the top--no bullshit. A full 10 inches. 10
inches of cock-stiffening, mouth- watering, mind-fucking, man-cock. So, of
course it's easy to make a guy run off the to john to jerk his dick if I
show off fully erect. So now I've decided that for little quickie
demonstrations of my irresistible turn-on power, I'm just going to use my
cock soft, and only use a hard-on for my total power-plays, where I force a
guy down on his knees, and make him beg to be my little suck-off slave. That
brings me to why I bought these new biker pants.

 As big as my meat is,
when it's at it's soft 6 inches, I have to go to some trouble to show it off
to it's best advantage in ordinary pants. In jeans, it makes a great big
bulge, of course, but I have to kind of thrust my crotch forward a little,
and maybe push my meat around a little, to really grab a guy by his balls.
But I want a guy's eyes to uncontrollably, helplessly, lock onto my huge
man-bulge without me doing a damn thing. And I want the awesome size and
shape of my huge cock to be so clear under the fabric that he'll just start
sprouting wood automatically. So that's what these biker pants are all
about. For my little man- destroying size shows. Most biker pants are black,
but I got a light blue pair so every curve and bulge underneath will show
off better. So, let me see how good my monster looks in them. I step into
them one foot at a time, and pull them up to just below my cockroot, with
the stretch waistband going over my big ball sack but behind my massive, but
limp, cock. My 6-inch softy is just hanging there. It looks nice that way.
Then I pull the stretch pants way out, so I have enough room for my long,
soft, snake of man meat to drop down the front, and then I pull the pants up
and over, and adjust the waistband to be just an inch or so higher than my
root.

 I look in the mirror, and it really looks good. There stands a
skinny young high school kid in biker shorts and nothing else. He's got a
cute baby face, thin arms, a supple, slightly-muscled, bare torso, and a
pair of thin, almost hairless, legs with just a little definition. And,
sticking out from below his waste, stretching way out in front, then bending
way down in between his legs, is one huge, enormous, cock-bulge. It's a
beautiful sight, so big. So thick. Way out in front. And so obvious, with
the exact shape showing so nicely. The only problem is you can't really see
how long it is. That's because it's so long that the head is buried between
my legs. So, pull the waistband out with my right hand and reach lovingly
for my big meat with my left, and lay it out sideways, with the head toward
my right side. Then I carefully lay the stretch material back over it. Oh
yeah, does it look good now! 6 inches long, well over 2 1/2 inches wide. And
all that mass is just showing so nicely through the stretch fabric. And my
big ball sack is showing real nice too. Massive cock-meat laying out to the
right, and massive ball-meat to the left. The tip of my big cock is almost
to my side, and the big balls sack is covering a large portion of my left
upper thigh.

 The stretch material clings tight to my hips, ass, and
thighs, too, showing off how skinny my butte and legs are. I'm basically
just a stick figure with a giant mound of male meat out if front. I like it.
I turn sideways, and it's a great look that way too. I'm really thin in
profile. My body isn't even 8 inches front to back. And my chest and stomach
are so flat. But then, hanging way out in front of my crotch, there's this
great big package of man-meat. I take a few steps in place, and the weight
makes it bounce up and down. It's hot. It's obscene.

 But also innocent,
because I'm completely covered up. And soft. Totally legal. I'm just a young
kid who happens to be wearing biker shorts. A young, sweet, innocent, kid. A
young, sweet, innocent, kid that's going to put an uncontrollable hard-on on
any guy who looks at him.

 What's really great, though, is that even
though my cock is so huge, it's pretty clear that it's still soft. I doesn't
look hard at all, it's so thick and spongy looking. That's the look I
want--guys can just stare at it while they think I don't even notice. And,
of course, they won't be able to keep from wondering how big it'll get when
it gets hard. I can't wait to go the mall like that and see how many people
are going to stare at my meat. Actually, everybody will, of course. The
chicks are going to get so hot they'll start rubbing there legs together
right away, and they'll be trying to memorize how I look so they can
fantasize about me when they frig themselves later that night. And any gay
guys are going to really go crazy and wish they could suck me off on the
spot. They'll be licking their lips, swallowing their spit, and rubbing
their hard-ons. But they'll be too intimidated to do anything more. I'm
their life-long fantasy in come true, and all they'll be able to do will be
to perv at a distance. But the really fun ones, of course, will be the
straight guys. They'll be trying not to look, but they won't be able to take
their eyes off my gigantic bulge either. And they won't be able to keep from
boning up. There I'll be, just hanging out in the mall--sweet, young,
innocent, with everyone around staring at my big meat and getting turned on.


 Just for fun, I decide to see what my cock will look like in my stretch
pants after being pumped up a little, but still soft. So, I go sit down on
my bed, unzip my pants, and fish out my huge meat. I open the bottom drawer
of my dresser and pull out my pump from underneath my shorts. Yeah, I really
love my pump. I love it, of course, because it makes my cock just that much
bigger. And, every increase in size gives me just that much more power over
anybody I decide to show off to. So, I glide the 3-inch diameter, 14-inch
long clear tube over my soft cock. Because I have so much meat, I have to
kind of jiggle the tube back and forth as I slide it down, otherwise I get
kind of stuck on the side before I can get the tube all the way down. Once I
do, though, my great big cock looks really wonderful in the tube--still
soft, but standing up inside. Then I start pumping. I don't want to get
hard, just pumped up for my new pants. So, I pump pretty fast, and my cocks
expands very nicely. It stretches up, and it stretches out. It feels really
good. Stretched, but not hard. The tip gets out to the 7-inch mark on tube.
The head is already touching the walls of the tube all the way around. I
keep pumping for a while, but not much else happens. I'm just big and puffy.
Pumped up, but soft. I go through a couple of cycles of suctioning and
letting the suction off. After a while my cock is really thick and massive.
Really stretched. It finally just reaches the 8-inch mark. Pretty God-awful
big for not being hard. And since I don't want to get a hard-on, I stop
pumping, and then let the vacuum ease off slowly. Finally, when I feel
there's no suction left, I slowly slide the tube off my big cock.

 It's so
fat now, and about 7 inches long. I hold it up in the palm of my hand. It's
really a beautiful thing. It's just so big. Longer than most hard-ons, and a
lot thicker. Fat and juicy. Heavy and massive. But not hard. No wonder
no-one can resist it. I know there's a lot of guys out there that think
they'd never want to even look at another guy's cock, and for sure that they
would never get turned on by the sight of one. But I have what it takes to
prove them wrong. Oh yeah, the way this monster looks right now, there isn't
a guy alive who could keep from sprouting instant wood at the sight of it.
Or keep from wanting to suck it down his throat. It's just too big.

 So,
it's time to check it out in the shorts again. I lay it out to the side like
before, and carefully pull the stretch material over it. God does it look
good! Just sitting there on the bed, looking down, all I can see is one
great big mountain of man- meat with some Spandex stretched tight over it.
Again, the big balls are to the left, and the huge cock is to the right. The
separation between my balls is just barely showing, and the exact shape of
my cock-head is clearly visible, especially around the ridge. The whole
crotch area of my pants is simply over- filled and bulging way out with male
meat. I stand up and walk over to the mirror. My man-package is so massive
that it bounces heavily with each step. And everything is so well defined,
and hanging so far out, and so fucking big, that my cock and balls almost
look separate from my body. Like a belly pack. Only this is no belly pack.
It's pure, honest-to-God, man-meat. I face the mirror, and I see just the
sight I want--a thin, cute, young, innocent-looking high-school boy who just
happens to have an obscenely defined, un-fucking-believably thick, long,
huge, cock-bulge running horizontally all the way out to the side of his
body. And the thing is so God-damn wide that the tent it's making starts
right at the waist-band, stretches way out in front of the kid's body, and
then comes back down at the top of the actual leg of the pants, or even
below. That is, the cock- tent takes up the entire right side of the pants
from the leg up. And the cock behind the thin fabric is so clearly
visible--the shaft, the ridge around the bottom of the head, the shape of
the head itself. Just nothing but big, huge, gigantic, totally
out-of-proportion male meat. I don't care who the guy is, or how hard he
tries to fight it, when I turn around and show him what I'm looking at in
the mirror right now, his jaw is going to drop, his balls are going to ache,
and his dick is going to spring up into the stiffest boner he's ever had.
But while he's reduced to helplessly perving over a young boy's cock, I, of
course, will remain cool--and soft. I'll just be innocently standing there,
minding my own business. Letting my size destroy some stupid jerk. What fun.


 Oh boy, is that going to be fun. I'll go into the mall on a busy Saturday
afternoon with my giant manhood pumped up but soft, stuffed into these
stretch pants, just like it is now. I'll wear a really tight T-shirt and
nothing on my feet but sandals, just to show off how young, smooth, and slim
the rest of my body is. I'll also wear a big, loose, button-down sweater
that goes down way below my crotch, so I can get into position before
showing anything. I'll pick out some real straight- laced guy in a button
down shirt, slacks, and dress shoes. I'll make sure to find a guy who's with
his girlfriend or wife. Or maybe I'll find another high-school kid who's
with his mom. Wouldn't that be a hoot? Forcing a teenager to make a big
boner-tent in public, right in front of his mom? And over another boy's
cock? He'll wish he were dead! And of course his mom will wish I was fucking
her brains out. But I think I'll start out with a little older guy who's
with his wife. That'll be so great, because with her there he'll be trying
so hard to resist my size-power. Then, when he bones up anyway, it will
prove to him just how complete my power over him really is. The power of
having so many inches.

 I can see it now. I'll wait until they go into a
big department store, and the wife starts checking out some clothes or
something. The guy is bored, so he turns away and takes a few steps. Maybe
he starts to look around to see if there's any other women to check out,
hoping to find some big tits, or at least some nice ass, to ogle. Instead,
I'm standing there in front of him. I still have my sweater on. I smile at
him in a kind of innocent, friendly way, and since I'm only 16, and look
even younger, he smiles back, probably thinking what a cute kid I am. Then I
start to unbutton my sweater. I start at the top, and slowly work my way
down, smiling at him the whole time. As my sweater gradually opens, he sees
my thin chest. My thin, defined muscles and hard little nipples are showing
threw the tight T-shirt. Then when I get to the last button, he steals a
glance down at my crotch, because the small gap in my sweater reveals a hint
of what seems to be something amazingly big down there. Then I open my
sweater all the way, and shrug it off my shoulders. That's always such a
great moment--when I first reveal my stupendous, outlandish, unbelievable
size to an unsuspecting victim. His eyes immediately lock onto the biggest,
hugest, most gargantuan cock he's ever seen. He's straight, though, so he's
embarrassed to even look at another guy's cock. But he can't help it, of
course. And he doesn't just look, he stares. His jaw goes slack. He tries to
look away, but he can't. He's hooked. He's shocked at my size. And he's also
shocked at how it's getting to him. And it is getting too him all right, and
bad. Real bad. His pants are already starting to show a little wood growing.
He doesn't really understand it, maybe he doesn't really believe it yet, but
he can tell that I'm turning him on. Straight as an arrow his whole life,
and now he's hardening up over a young boy--over a young boy's cock! The
thought of it makes him sick to his stomach. But he's helpless. My cock is
just too big.

 My monster's not naked, of course, but it's stretching out
the Spandex so tightly that it might as well be. The shape, the proportions,
all the beautiful curves, are all clearly showing. But it's the stupefying
size that makes him mine. After a bit, he tears his eyes away from the
awesome sight, and looks up at my face. I smile back at him, just as sweetly
as before, pretending nothing is happening. And why not? After all, I'm just
standing around in the mall. I can't help it if my cock just happens to be
the biggest, hugest, most lust-producing thing he's ever seen in his life.
It's not like I had a hard-on or anything. Oh no, I'm completely soft; my
thoughts are probably a million miles away. I'm just standing there in the
store, minding my own business. He looks back down at my humongous meat.
He's so funny--he licks his lips without even noticing. I know he realizes
that as huge, as massive as my cock is, it still looks soft. It seems
impossible that something that gigantic could be soft, but he can see it's
true. He imagines how fucking big it must get when it hardens up. I see the
tent in his pants really lengthen out.

 I casually reach down and push my
incredible mass of man-meat to a slightly new position, as if it's
uncomfortable, squeezed into my pants and all. The obscene show makes the
guy harden up all the way. Now he really feels it, and he looks down at
himself, hoping his boner's not noticeable. But of course it is. He just has
an average dick, but by now it's harder and stiffer than it's ever been, so
the boner-tent it's making is very obvious. It actually begins to twitch.
His face turns red, and he tries to will his dick back down. But there's no
way it's going to soften up with what I'm showing off. My beautiful man-meat
has him captivated, but he takes a quick peek up at my face to see if I'm
watching him. I'm not, though. I'm just looking over my shoulder down the
aisle, casually. That gives him the chance to do what he wants to do. What
needs to do. What my humongous monster meat showing off in my stretch pants
is making him do. And that's rub himself. Oh yeah, by now my incredible
super-cock has made his own dick so hard that it's just killing him. So he
starts to rub it through his pants with the back of his hand. He has to. I
see this out of the corner of my eye, so, just to really get to him, I put
my hands on my waste and stretch back, as if I'm trying to get a kink out of
my back. That shoves my pelvis, and my mountain of cock and balls, right at
him, putting his dick just that much more into hot, helpless, jerk-off need.
So he rubs harder. He's scared as hell someone will see him, but he can't
help it. I'm simply showing him way too much size, even soft.

 Then, just
when he gives in, and grabs his hard-on through his pants and starts to
really stroke himself, I clear my throat real loud, just to get his wife to
turn around. Which she does. The first thing she sees is her little hubby
jerking off his boner through his pants right in the middle of the God-damn
mall! She starts to say something, but then she sees me. And it. Naturally,
her eyes widen at the overwhelming, lust-producing sight of a cute young kid
in a tight T-shirt and very tight biker shorts, shorts that are stretched
way, way out with the biggest, hugest package of man-meat she's ever seen.
Her first thoughts are that all her wettest fantasies have just materialized
in front of her, and how much she wishes she could suck me down her throat.
Her pussy gets sopping wet. But then she looks back over at her hubby and it
dawns on her that, not only is he beating his meat in public, but he's doing
it over a young boy's cock! By stretching back some more at just the right
moment, maybe I'll even be able to get the guy to shoot off in his pants
while she's looking. If I were all hardened up to my full, mind-blowing,
man-enslaving, 10 inches, it wouldn't be any problem at all. By showing off
that much cock-meat, not only would it be easy to make the guy jerk off all
the way right there in the mall, but I could make him suck me off too, if I
wanted. I know, 'cause I've done it enough times. But I'm giving myself the
challenge of destroying a guy only using my soft cock. A huge, fat, pumped
up, 7-inch, soft cock, that is. Whether he creams or not, I know I'll have
fucked him over but good with just a few minutes of prick-teasing. His wife
will never be able to think about him the same way again, and neither will
he. She'll drag him off by force, and he'll be too weak and too humiliated
to resist her. It will be all he can do to stop beating off. But, she'll be
sure to look back over her shoulder and try to memorize hottest, sexiest,
most beautiful sight she's ever seen. I lock eyes with her and give her a
great, big, warm smile. That way she'll be wondering if maybe I really would
be willing to give her the pounding of a lifetime with the huge mega-cock
that's stretching out my pants so far. Just the possibility will make her
come back to that store all the time, without her infantile husband, hoping
to find me. And maybe he'll be back too. It sure would be funny if they ran
into each other, both looking for my huge cock!

 Boy, I sure am glad I
bought these biker shorts. I know I'm going to have a lot of fun with them.
But that's all in the future. Let me tell you about some fun I really did
have just today at school. It was more than just my usual prick teasing
fun-- showing off my size, forcing humiliating hard-ons on guys, turning
them on so bad that they've just got to go jerk off, even if they hate
themselves for it. No, this was a real destruction job. Yes, I racked up
another total victim to the mind- fucking power of my gigantic, stupefying,
all-conquering, column of male meat. And what made it extra fun was that my
latest little victim was the school principal. So let me tell you about it.


 A student runner comes into my last period class, and hands a note to my
teacher, which he gives to me. It says I have to go see the principal after
school. It doesn't say what it's about, but I figure it probably has
something to do with my fun little episode with Mr. Jones, my gym teacher.
(Even though he's not there anymore--they say they're going to replace him
for some reason.) I'm kind of pissed, because I don't like being told where
to go or who to see. I like to make my own plans. But, on the other hand, I
figure this might not be a bad opportunity to have a little fun with the
principal. Not the kind of fun he likes to have--using his authority as the
school principal, but the kind of fun I like to have--using my power as the
possessor of so much size. Cock size. So, when the bell rings, I go over to
the gym and change out of my regular street clothes, and put on my gym
shorts--with no jockstrap--and a T-shirt. I take out my pump from my locker
and put it into my back pack, and put all my other stuff into the locker.
But I keep my small camera in my pack. I tuck the T-shirt into my shorts,
because I like to show off how skinny I am. Even though my gym shorts are
kind of baggy, they have some definite show-off possibilities, as you'll
see.

 When I get to the front office, no-one is there except Mrs. Dellum.
She's in her 30's I guess, and I have to admit she's a pretty hot-looking
bitch. She's tall, and always wears her blond hair piled up on top. She
wears a lot of make-up too, and high heels, and skirts that are just about
as short as she can get away with at school. But most important is what she
wears on top--which is always something designed to show off her huge tits.
See, she's not overweight or anything, but she really does have a big set of
knockers. They're probably forty- something double D at least. And she's
always wearing something tight or low- cut to show them off. She's a bitch,
too, and always likes to see if she can turn the head, or stiffen the bone,
of one of the boys with her big tits. So, anyway, when I come in, she's
sitting at her desk, and I walk around to stand right in front of her. She
looks up at me and kind of pulls her thin, tight sweater back behind her and
shoves her tits toward me.

 "Yes, Phil, can I help you?" she asks.


"Yeah, I have to see Mr. Barnes," I tell her, showing her the note to see
the principal.

 "Well, you'll just have to wait, my young man. There are
two other boys in his outer office waiting to see him right now."

 "So,
what do I care? I want to see him now and get it over with," I say.


"Sorry, you'll just have to wait here. When the other two boys come out,
I'll send you in." The principal's stupid rule is that no more than two
students can be in the waiting room at once. And the door's locked. Mrs.
Dellum has a button on her desk that she has to push while you push on the
door for you to go in. A buzzer sounds at the same time.

 "I'm not
waiting. You're going to buzz me in right now," I tell her.

 "You don't
tell me what to do, young man," she tells me. "I'm the one in charge here."
When she says this, she flexes her shoulders back to make her big tits stick
out that much farther.

 Well, I decide that's enough talking, so I grab
the right butt of my gym shorts with my hand and pull it back. When I pull
the fabric back like that, it tightens up over my giant cock, which is
hanging down the inside of the right leg of my shorts.

 She looks down at
it, of course. Startled at the size, she just says "Oh, what's that you've
got there?"

 I don't say anything. Instead, I put my right foot up on an
empty chair that's next to hers, so that the inside of my right thigh, and
the huge specimen of male meat that's laying along it, is right in front of
her eyes. I keep pulling the fabric of the shorts back with my hand the
whole time.

 "Oh, my," she stammers. "You've got a nice big one, don't
you. Tell me, just what was it that made you get all stiff and hard anyway?"
she asks.

 I smile at her and say, "It's not hard."

 "Of course it's
hard!" she says. "Look how big it is. And it's so thick. I guess it's these
big, beautiful melons that did it to you, huh? You just can't resist these
babies, can you?"

 "I can resist them just fine," I tell her. "That's why
my dick is soft."

 "No way is it soft," she says. "That's a full hard-on
you're sporting there." And she reaches over to feel it. She takes a
squeeze, and realizes that it really is soft. "Oh my God," she says, "I
don't believe it."

 "Well, believe it, bitch," I tell her. With that, I
take my leg down from the chair and, standing in front of her, I pull my
waistband out over my huge meat and tuck it up right under my great big
balls. Six inches of man-meat are drooping out over a pair of huge balls and
hanging down, way down, right in front of her. And the six inches are
completely soft.

 "Oh God!", she says. "It's really all the way soft! But
it's so long! So big!" She reaches for it, and holds it in her two hands.
Her hands are stretched out flat, and my soft monster-cock is laying out
from her finger tips (which are at my base) all the way to her wrists.


"It's so beautiful," she coos. "And so big. And heavy. How big is it when
it's hard?" she asks.

 "Ah, wouldn't you like to know," I say.

 She
starts to stroke it with her two hands, but I pull back a couple of steps.
The object of her desire slides off of her hands and falls down. "Oh no you
don't, bitch," I say.

 "But I just want to see it hard," she pleads with
me.

 "Of course you do. Everyone does. But I don't feel like getting hard
right now," I say.

 "But look at these great big jugs," she says, a little
panicky, as she turns sideways and thrusts out her chest for all she's
worth. "These make all the boys hard." When I just look at her casually and
don't say anything, she turns back at me and pleads, "Please, let me stroke
him up." I smile and shake my head, so she says with real desperation in her
voice, "Phil, I'll tell you what. I'll suck you if you want me to."

 "Of
course you will if I want you to bitch, but right now I don't want you to."


 "Oh, God, Phil. Please," she begs. "Please, I've just got to see what
that huge thing looks like hard."

 "Tell you what," I say, "Buzz me in,
and I'll come back some other time after school and I'll let you play with
it."

 "But I can't. I'll get in trouble."

 I just push my huge, soft,
massive meat to the side, and let go, so it swings back and forth like a
pendulum. She licks her lips as she watches it. "You'll be amazed at how big
it gets," I tell her. "Really huge. And really hard too. Yeah, it's a real
baseball bat when it's all the way up." Now she's squirming in her chair,
rubbing her legs together. I go on. "You know, when it's hard, I can touch
my nipples with the tip. Oh, yeah. It's that long. And I could tit-fuck
those big titties of yours with enough man-shaft sticking out to fill your
mouth and throat."

 "Oh God, yes!", she gives in. "Anything you want,
Phil. I'll be waiting."

 "I know," I say, as I pull my shorts back up.
When I do, I carefully hold my 6 inches of soft cock straight up, and lay
the waistband of my shorts right across it. Since my waste is about 3 inches
above the root of my cock, that means there's about 3 inches of cock meat
sticking up past the waistband. I then carefully tuck my tight T-shirt into
my shorts. That way the upper 3 inches of cock make a big, beautiful,
vertical cock-bulge in the T-shirt right in front of my stomach. It looks
great.

 I slip my backpack off my back and carry it in front of me so I
can reveal what I've got when I decide to. I walk over to the door of the
principal's outer office. Just when I get there I hear the buzzer, as I knew
I would, and I push open the door and go on in. I know that while Mrs.
Dellum is buzzing me in with one hand, got the other up under her skirt
frigging herself off. She's thinking about what my monster must look like
hard. And how long I'll make her wait before I let her suck me off.

 I
walk inside the small outer-office waiting room. The two guys already there
are in the two chairs that are along the left wall, so I sit down on the
small bench against the right wall. I keep my backpack over my meat pack.
The two guys are big, with some real bulging muscles. I recognize them as
seniors, and I'm sure they're on some kind of teams--football probably, or
maybe wrestling. I've seen the one on my left hanging out with one of the
really good-looking chicks a lot. Actually, she's usually hanging out with
him, hanging on his arm and all. I guess she likes his big, buffed-out look.
They look over at me like I'm nothing, and then they look at each other and
kind of smirk. I guess they figure I'm a little punk not worth giving the
time of day to. Well, that's just fine with me, because I'm about to give
them a little education. The thing is, I want to see the principal now, and
I'm not about to wait behind these two jerks. That means it's time to put my
monster to good use.

 I slide my backpack off my lap. There it is, my
huge, thick, massive cock bulge going straight up my belly. The bottom half
isn't too clear, since my shorts are kind of baggy, but the top half is so
clear it's obscene. My big tool is stretching out my tight T-shirt up to my
belly button. The size and shape of the head is showing off nicely. There's
just a lot of man-meat on display.

 The two guys are talking to each
other, deliberately snubbing me, so they don't see my show. So, I make a
little noise by clearing my throat, just to get them to look over. When they
do, their eyes immediately latch onto the huge meat I'm showing off, of
course. It's just so big. Real big. Naturally, just like the bitch out
front, they figure I've got a hard-on, because the thing is every bit as
long as their dicks are when they're hard, and thicker to boot. They're kind
of disgusted with my wanton display of a hard-on right in front of them, but
they don't look away either. The sight of what looks to be a man-size
hard-on showing off on a young boy's lithe little body is just too
beautiful.

 But now it's time to show these two butt-heads what size is
all about. And I mean size! So, I start to grow. Yeah, I've got control,
baby. I can stay soft when I want to, but when I decide to grow, I grow. My
big bad shaft moves up to about 7 inches, and kind of loiters there. The
looks on their faces are really funny as they realize I wasn't all the way
up before. The act of growing in itself, plus my new, bigger size, makes
them start to squirm a little. They're embarrassed about looking at my huge
cock, of course. And each one is scared to death that the other one will see
him checking me out. So, they both gaze around the room a little. Trying to
be cool. But in a few seconds, they come back to watching the show I'm
putting on. They can't help it. My big, beautiful cock controls their eyes.
And it's about to control their balls and dicks, too. Yeah, especially now
that my big monster is lengthening up some more. They can't look away. Now
it's up to a big, thick, fat, long, 8 inches. Straight up my stomach. And my
obscenely stretched-out T-shirt is doing nothing to conceal the beautiful
shape and thickness of the shaft and head. It's all there on display.

 I
really like showing off at 8 inches. You've got to realize that even though
this is nowhere near my full size, it's still very, very, big. Just think
about it. A piece of paper is 8 1/2 by 11, so if you role up a sheet into a
tube about 2-1/2 inches in diameter, the great big cylinder you'll be
holding will be just a 1/2 inch longer than what I'm showing off. Only what
I'm showing off isn't paper. It's thick, solid, massive, cock-meat. In fact,
it's enough meat to put an unwanted, uncontrollable hard-on onto any guy I
want. And right now, at 8 inches, my big, beautiful, irresistible whopper is
starting to do it's thing to my two newest conquests. Yep, it's making both
their little dicks start to harden up on them. I can see the tents beginning
in their pants.

 I see the guy on the left can feel it, because his face
starts to turn red, and he casually puts his arm over his tent. He looks up
at my face to see if I'm looking at him, but I just look up at the clock on
the wall behind them, pretending nothing's happening. Oh no, nothing at all.
I'm just a young kid sitting back on a bench looking up at the clock. A
small, cute, kid, relaxing on a bench, with his arms resting at his sides,
his back resting against the wall, and 8 thick, awesome, inches of manshaft
laying on top of his stomach, stretching his T-shirt way out in front of
him. A dick-hardening sight if there ever was one. Now the other guy also
realizes he's making a real boner-tent in his pants, and he folds both his
arms over it. So there we are, just the three of us. Me: leaning back,
relaxing, staring up at the opposite wall like there's nothing much to even
think about, while 8-inches of thick, huge, massive, man-meat are just out
there on full display. Them: both staring at my show, unable to tear their
eyes away, unable to keep their dicks from stiffening all the way up. My
gigantic cock is making them confused, it's making them embarrassed, but
most of all it's making them hard.

 It really is just a nice little scene.
They're completely helpless. I'm in total control. They're fighting
desperately to get their dicks to soften back down. My size-show is making
their dicks stay all the way hard. My super-dick is controlling their
regular dicks. It's not even hard yet, but it's still so fucking big that
it's making them hard as hell. I relax and enjoy the whole situation for a
couple of minutes. I like watching them stare at my size. Watching them
squirm with lust. Watching them come to the horrible realization that, in
fact, they really are lusting for another guys cock! They hate themselves
for it. It's making them sick. But there's nothing they can do about it.
They're lusting for my big cock.

 When I figure my 8-inch show has put a
real bad hurt into both their stiff dicks, I let my mega-meat start to grow
some more. Yeah, the big head just starts crawling up my stomach little by
little, as I hold the rest of my body perfectly still. The two of them stare
in amazement at the renewed growth. They just can't believe it's getting
even bigger. But they have to believe it, they're staring right at it. It
gets to the guy on the left really bad. It makes his dick so painfully hard
and horny that he just has to rub it with his arm. First he looks over at
the other guy, but he's just staring at me, of course, and then he looks up
at my face, and I'm looking at the door to the principal's office. So he
starts rubbing himself. What a little turd. He thinks he's a big hot-shot
football player, but he can't help from perving over my cock, and getting so
turned on by it that he just has to rub himself. But, of course, I knew that
would have to happen. No-one can stand up to the show I put on. No-one can
stand up to my size.

 So, now I'm at nine inches, and I've got one of the
little shits helplessly rubbing himself off, hoping like hell no-one will
notice, and I've got the other little shit staring at my humongous cock in
hopeless lust. I like that. I'm already leaning back against the wall, but
just to relax some more, I slide my butt forward a few inches on my bench. I
keep my feet still, and so the action moves my knees farther apart. It also
shoves my huge, gargantuan, incredible nine inches of male meat right at the
faces of the two little shits. And that makes the guy on the left really
start to rub his dick back and forth fast. I know his dick is really killing
him--he just has to rub off hard and fast. Showing off so much size has
reduced him to a helpless little jerk-off.

 He looks back up at my face to
see if I see what he's doing, and this time I'm looking right at him. He's
humiliated like he's never imagined possible. His whole head turns bright
red. I just smile sweetly at him. As humiliated as he is, though, he can't
stop beating his boner. He'd give anything in the world to stop, but he
can't. My gigantic monster-cock has simply turned him on far too bad. He's
past the point of no-return. That's always so much fun for me. When I prove
to a guy that not only can my incredibly huge cock turn him on, but it can
turn him on so bad that it can simply force him to jerk off. And it can put
so much hot lust into his stiff boner that he won't be able to stop jerking,
no matter what. Looking at each other like that, me just relaxing and
showing off my mind- bending monster-shaft, and him unable to stop beating
his stiff little pud through his pants, we both know I've conquered him.
I've destroyed him. Just by showing off my size.

 Just to drive the point
home though, I look down at his crotch where he's rubbing frantically, and
then I look back up into his eyes, and smile again. He's way past
humiliated. He's devastated. And he's just got to go jerk off for real. He
gets up, grabs his hard-on through his pants with one hand, tries to hide
his stroking motions with his other hand, and runs out of the room. He must
have made a pretty funny sight for Mrs. Dellum, running for the nearest john
with both hands over his dick like that, obviously beating off. She probably
tried to get him to fuck her, as horny as I made her. But there's no way
he'd be interested in her tits now though. Oh no, as soon as he gets into
the john, he's going to be jerking off to one thing and one thing only: the
memory of one great big, humongous, monster-cock. In fact, try as he might
to get it out of his mind, he'll be jerking off to the vision I gave him for
a long time to come. Even if he ever gets back to fucking his sexy blonde
girlfriend, when he does, he'll be thinking about a young boy with his
T-shirt stretched out by a big 9 inches of very thick, very male, cock. And
it's just so nice the way I turned him from tits to cock without even
getting up to full size. Of course, a thick 9 inches is plenty big enough to
do that to a guy.

 I haven't been paying much attention to the other
little shit for a while, but now I see he's rubbing on his dick too. He's
doing it with the back of his hand, and holding his other hand in front,
trying to hide the motion. What a laugh. I'm sitting right there in front of
him, and he's hoping he can hide the fact that he's beating off. Well,
that's OK with me, because I'm about to put so much ache into his balls, and
so much pain into his dick, that he'll simply have to drop all pretending
and jerk off as hard as he can. And that's going to mean taking his dick out
and doing it right there in the open. And how am I going to do that? Same as
always, with my mind-fucking size, of course.

 I swivel my body slightly
to the right, so I'm facing straight at him. He keeps staring at the huge
tower of man-meat that's bulging out the whole front of my T- shirt, and he
keeps pounding his pud. What else can he do? I'm showing off a full 9 inches
right in front of him. It's one and a half times longer, one and a half
times thicker, and probably three times more massive, than anything he's
ever seen before. It's not just huge. It's mind-boggling. It's stupefying.
It's forcing him beat off.

 I basically own this little shit right now,
but he's still putting up one last bit of resistance by not pulling his dick
openly. So, I sit up straight, right on the edge of my bench, facing right
at him. This makes my enormous column go straight up into the air, and then
it actually falls forward slightly. My tight T-shirt keeps it from falling
very far forward, but it's so massive that it does fall forward at a slight
angle, stretching out the shirt as it does. It's truly an awesome, beautiful
display. The monstrous head is almost up to my nipples, and it's pulling the
T- shirt so tightly around it that the shape of the crown, the underside of
the ridge, teh cleft, everything, is clearly shown. The contours of the
mighty shaft below the head are clear too. The little shit in front of me
just stares. And drools. And beats off. That's because what I'm showing him
is just too beautiful, too awesome. But mostly, it's just too God-damn big!


 I decide to speak to my little victim for the first time. I lean forward
a little more and say softly, "So, you really like my cock, huh?"

 He
can't talk, but he shakes his head back and forth in a "no".

 "Oh sure you
do," I say. "That's why you're beating off isn't? You're beating off because
you like my cock so much."

 Again he shakes his head in denial.

 "Oh
yeah," I say. "I can see you beating your little boner there. It's pretty
plain you're beating off to my cock. I guess that makes you a little
jerk-off boy. A little fag jerk-off boy actually, since it is a cock you're
beating off to, right?"

 A few tears start to come down his cheeks as he
shakes his head some more, but my monster shaft is just so big, so huge, so
enormous, that there's just no way he can stop beating off to it.

 "Well,"
I say. "Let me prove it to you. Right now my great big cock must be making
your balls churn quit a bit, and it must be making your dick hurt pretty
bad, for you to have to beat off right in front of me like that. But it
can't be a really good beat-off through your pants. So, tell you what I'm
going to do. I'm going to turn your balls and your dick on so God-damn bad
that you're going to have to take your boner out of your pants and jerk it
off for real, in the open, right here in front of me."

 "Oh, God no," he
pleads. Mixed in with the lust in his eyes, there's now some fear. It's just
too rich. He's 50 or 60 pounds heavier than me, and 4 or 5 inches taller.
And he's got muscles showing all over. But he's afraid of me. He's afraid of
what I can do to him with my incredible cock. That's nice. It shows he's
learned a lot since I walked in the room and he thought he was too good to
even look at me. Now I've got him beating off to my cock completely against
his will. And he can't stop. And he's afraid of what I'm going to do next.


 I give him a little show. A sweet, simple, little show that's going to
make him crumble. "Here," I say. "Watch this." With that, I slowly run my
right index finger up and down the right side of my unbelievable manhood.
Then I do the same thing on the other side. I don't really stroke it, but I
give it just enough stimulation to get it to start growing the last lap. The
little shit is shocked and amazed, like before, but now we're talking about
growing up and out past 9 inches. I keep doing it, pushing my gargantuan
column around under my stretched-out T-shirt as I continue to stimulate it
just enough. It keeps growing. The mind-fucking sight goes straight to his
cock, of course. It makes his balls ache badder than they ever have in his
life. It makes his cock hurt more than it ever has in his life. His dick is
killing him. It's just killing him. He needs to take it out and jerk it off
for real. He needs to so bad, just so bad. But he fights it. He fights it
really hard. He's sweating. He's crying a little again. But mostly he's just
fighting like hell to keep from unzipping his pants, pulling out his
super-stiff dick, and jerking off like mad. That's his fight. I just love
watching him fight it as hard as he can. Because that way when he caves in,
it will be just that much more devastating to him. Because it will prove
just that much more how badly, how completely, in lust for my cock he really
is.

 He's right on the verge now. He's teetering on caving, but he's still
fighting it. But then, under my stretched-out T-shirt, my huge, enormous,
monstrous, cock simply expands out to its full, all-conquering size: 10
thick inches of massive, mind-warping, man-destroying, cock-meat. He can't
get his zipper down fast enough. It's fun watching him try to pull his dick
out as fast as he can. For a moment it gets it tangled up in his underwear,
and he just about breaks out in tears of horny frustration at the delay. But
then his agonizingly stiff dick is out in the air and he instantly grabs it
in his right hand and starts jerking as hard as he can. There's simply
nothing else he can do. Once again, my unbelievable size has destroyed a guy
and reduced him to a little jerk-off cock worshipper. Then he sticks his
left hand into his pants and starts massaging his balls while he jerks off.
I watch his humiliating jerk-off, and I smile. He stares at my gorgeous
manhood, and keeps jerking. His eyes keep running up and down the fantastic
length. He just can't believe the size. But it's right in front of his face.
And it's making him jerk. Jerk. Jerk, jerk, jerk. I'm pleased.

 It's
really nice just sitting there watching him degrade himself in front of me.
After all, I'm still fully clothed. Of course, every bit of my enormous
cock-shaft is clearly visible as it stretches out the the thin material of
my tight T-shirt. But, I do still have both my shorts and shirt on.
Technically, I'm still "legal". But look at him. He's got his dick out,
right there in the principal's outer office, and he jerking it off. Yep,
he's thoroughly degrading himself all right. But he can't help it. My size
is making him do it.

 He's really going at it, and pretty close to coming,
when I hear the doorknob to the principal's office start to be turned from
the inside. I quickly reach over and grab my backpack, and hold it over in
front of me. I don't want to give Mr. Barnes any warning of what's in store
for him. Then I lean toward my little jerky boy and say very calmly, "Hey,
Mr. Barnes is coming in."

 He's horrified. There he is with his stiff dick
sticking out of his pants, jerking off for all he's worth, and in about two
seconds the God-damn principal is going to walk in! Meanwhile, my show has
made his dick so stiff, made it ache with lust so bad, that there's no way
he can let go of it. So, he does the only thing he can, and simply doubles
over as far as possible, completely covering his whole lap--hard-on, jerking
hand, everything--with his body. He freezes like that, practically in the
fetal position, when Barnes comes in. But the funniest thing is that he
can't get the all-consuming image of my monster cock showing off behind my
T-shirt out of his lust-filled brain. And just the image is so powerful that
he can't help but keep pulling on his pathetic little cock.

 "What's with
him?", Barnes asks me. He's looking over at the doubled-up jerky boy, but
he's talking to me because I'm the only one looking up at him.

 "Oh, he's
not feeling too well," I say. "I think his stomach or something is hurting
him. He'll be OK though."

 Barnes looks over at him and asks, "You're
feeling a little sick?"

 My jerky boy shakes his head up and down without
looking up. He's still jerking, using as little arm motion as he can manage.


 "OK, why don't you just run home then, I'll see you tomorrow." Then
Barnes looks around the room and asks, "And where that other kid?"

 I tell
him, "Oh, he had to take off too. He said he had to go and take care of
something that was really bothering him." Like the worst boner he's ever
had, I think to myself.

 "Well, OK. So that leaves just you," Barnes says
looking down at me. Then he turns around, walks back into his office, and
says, "Come on in, and close the door behind."

 I stand up, holding my
pack over my front. I follow Barnes into his office, but just before going
in, I turn my hips away from the pack and toward my little jerky boy to give
him one last look. A mind-warping look at 10 full inches of manhood so clear
behind my thin T-shirt material. He comes. His whole body trembles as he
shoots off, still in a fetal position, staring up at me. At my cock. At the
big, beautiful cock that he now loves so much, even though he's never even
seen it in its naked glory. His cum spurts all over the chair and his pants.
As he helplessly jerks out the last of his pathentic juice, he tears his
eyes away from my humongous shaft and looks up into my face. I give him a
big, sweet, shit- eating smile, and jerk my hips at him. He wishes he were
dead.

 I then go on into Barnes's office, with my back pack once again
concieling my T- shirt. A T-shirt that's stretched way, way out with 10
dick-stiffening, mind- fucking, man-enslaving inches of monster-cock.

 He
sits down behind his desk, and I sit down in the chair right in front of the
desk. I hold my backpack in my lap, careful to cover my front from my big
balls to the tip of my wonder-tower. My cock just feels so good. So
gigantic, laying all the way up my stomach to my chest, pressed against my
thin body by the weight of my pack. But what really makes it feel just so
great is the thought of what it's about to do to the butte-head principal in
a few minutes. Yeah, the anticipation of creating another helpless little
cock slave always gives my monster that extra little tingle.

 "Well, Phil,
I called you in here to talk about what happened with you and Mr. Jones," he
says.

 "Oh, you mean when he sucked me off," I say.

 "Uh, well, yes, if
you want to say it that way. He's been let go, of course. And don't worry,
he won't ever be teaching again," Barnes says.

 "So, what's that got to do
with me?" I ask.

 "Well, Phil. We just want to make sure you're OK. You
know, after Mr. Jones took advantage of you like that."

 "Oh, I'm OK. But
he didn't really take advantage of me, you know."

 "He didn't? But I
thought he, well, did what he did against your will. You know, got you down
and, well, forced oral sex on you."

 "You mean suck me off," I say. "Well,
he did suck me off. And it wasn't a bad blow job either. But the thing is, I
kind of got him to do it."

 Barnes starts fidgeting in his chair as I say
this. My language makes him nervous, but what's really got him confused is
the part about me somehow instigating things.

 "What, what do mean, you
'kind of got him to do it'?", Barnes asks.

 "Oh, I just wanted him to suck
me off, that's all. And so I got him to do it. He really didn't want to, you
know. But I made him," I tell Barnes calmly.

 Barnes is turning a little
red, and he's really squirming in his chair. "Made him?" he asks.

 "Oh
yeah. He tried not to as hard as he could not too. But he couldn't help it.
I made him." When I say this, I give Barnes a great big smile.

 Barnes is
really confused, and nervous as hell. He looks me over, and can see I'm too
small to make anybody do anything. So, he can't help asking, "Uh, how could
you make him?"

 "Simple," I say. "I just showed off my cock. Showed off
how big it is." When I say this, I slide my back pack up my stomach so the
bottom of it is even with my waist. This way, how the huge, 2 1/2-inch
diameter of my cock-shaft is pushing my short's waistband way out in front
is out in the open. Because of the motion, and because I'm talking about how
big my cock is, Barnes looks down at my waist. He sees it for the first
time. He doesn't see any length, of course, because my backpack is still
covering most of my enormous tool. But he can clearly see how thick it is.
My waistband has to stretch way out in front to get around the monstrous
girth of my cock.

 "Uh, what do you mean?", he stammers, still looking
down at my stretched-out waistband. "What's showing him how big your, uh,
penis is, got to do with it?"

 "Oh, it has everything to do with it. You
see, my cock is just so big," I say. "Really, really big." I pull my pack up
another inch. This gives him a clear view of my giant cock stretching my
T-shirt over it. Of course, there's still no indication of it's length, but
the huge thickness, and the exact shape of the shaft's underside, are now
showing very nicely. "The thing is, when I show a guy how incredibly huge my
cock is, well, the sight of the thing is just too much. I have too much
size. It makes a guy hot. Really hot. And he ends up wanting to go down on
my big meat."

 Barnes looks up at my face with a kind of ridiculous,
stupid expression, and then he looks down at the thickest, widest, piece of
man-shaft he's ever imagined. He shifts around in his chair like suddenly
there's something in his pants making him uncomfortable. He's already
starting to bone up.

 "But what are you talking about?" he asks. "How, uh,
how big your...uh...penis is--wouldn't make any difference to a guy who
wasn't already interested in, you know..." he trails off.

 "Sucking cock?
Oh sure it would," I say. "It makes a big difference. You see, most guys are
straight and all, or at least they think so. They figure they would never
want to have anything to do with another guy's cock. But mine's different.
It's big. It's just so big. That's what does it to them." Now I pull my pack
up another two inches. The monstrous thickness is now completely, openly,
obscenely on display. And it's width contrasts so beautifully with my skinny
waist. But Barnes can also now start to get some idea of the length also.
After all, he can see that there must be at least 2 or 3 inches in my
shorts. Then there's the 3 inches he's gawking at above the waist. That's 6
inches. And there's no sign of the head. So, the whole thing has just got to
be huge, maybe 8 inches. A true whopper. He can't take his eyes off the fat,
hard, 3 inches showing under the thin T-shirt, and I can see he can't help
but think about what my whole cock must be like. That is, how big it must
be. He starts to squirm more in his chair as he thinks about it, rubbing his
legs together. I pretend nothing's happening.

 "Um, what do you mean,
'That's what does it to them?'," he asks.

 "Oh, you know. Turns them on.
Makes their dicks hard." I smile again.

 "Barnes squirms some more, but
then asks, "but what if they're not, uh,..."

 "Gay?" I ask. "Doesn't
matter. You see, my cock is so fucking big that it automatically does it to
a guy. Any guy. Gay, straight, bi...it just doesn't matter. I'm just too
big. When I show off my size to a guy, his dick gets hard. I can do it to
any guy I want. Like with Mr. Jones for instance. I don't think he was
figuring he was gay, but it didn't matter. By the time I was down showing
off to him, he was jerking off to my monster and begging to suck down on it.
I just have too much size."

 Barnes is in wonder of what I'm saying, but
now he's really wondering about now is just exactly how fucking big my cock
really is. He can see what a small, thin, young boy I am. To be in normal
proportion, I should really have a small, little dicky. But he can also see
about 6 fat inches of man-shaft that's thicker than he ever thought
possible. And no head in sight. So he knows my cock must be huge. The image
he's conjuring up is starting to really get to him now. I can tell because
he drops his right hand below his desk. Ha, ha, he's already hardened up to
the point that he needs a little relief. He doesn't know why he's so
captivated by my thick meat, and he sure doesn't know why the thought of how
big it must be is getting to him. But he does know that he's sprung an
uncontrollable boner. He's totally ashamed with himself, and his face is
bright red. But he just has to push dicky around in his pants. He can' help
it. His damn dick has really gotten hard on him.

 I go on with my
explanation. "You see, Mr. Barnes, it's like this. Most guys only have 6 or
7 inches when they're all the way up. So, that's not really going to get to
a guy. Oh, it might look OK, it might even look kind of pretty, especially
to a gay guy. But it's not going to force a boner on someone against his
will. But, a gigantic man-shaft like mine is a whole different story." I
casually raise my pack another inch. Barnes is now staring at as much length
of cock as he's ever seen, but still no head. His right arm is now moving
around some, so I know the sight of so much cock, and my description of it's
power, is definitely getting to him. Oh, yeah, it's making him rub on his
stiffy pretty good, that's for sure. "No guy can look at my cock and keep
from being turned on by it. It's so long and wide. Much longer and wider, in
fact, than what most men even think is possible for a cock. So when a guy
sees mine, it amazes him. It captivates him. And, of course, it turns him
on. Bones him up. In fact, the mere sight of it pushing out the fabric of my
pants will make a guy beat off. That's how bad showing off as much size as I
have gets to a guy. A straight guy will be humiliated, and he'll fight it.
That's fun to watch. But in the end, he'll give in." I tell him.

 "Oh, oh,
no," he sputters. He tears his eyes away from my half-displayed monster-cock
and looks up at my face. "That...that can't be true. Most men wouldn't be,
uh, stimulated by your, uh penis." I can see him giving his hard-on a few
more rubs. "I mean, if a man is straight, he wouldn't be." He tries not to
move his shoulder as he rubs some more. He's such a stupid jerk.

 "Ah, but
you see, you take some guy who thinks he's totally straight. The thing is,
he's just never seen anything like what I've got. He's never been turned on
by a dick before because he's only seen regular dicks. They just don't do
anything for him. Or to him. But when I show off my incredibly huge monster
of a cock, well, that's a totally different story. My meat is just so
humongus that it will turn him on. And bad. Oh sure, he'll try to fight it,
but I have too much size. There's just no way a man can resist what I'm
packing. In fact, just the amazing width of my cock will put a boner on a
guy, any guy, no matter how straight he thinks he is." When I say this,
Barnes looks back down at my shaft. To emphasize my point, I place my left
hand over to the 2 1/2 inch wide column that's stretching out my T-shirt,
while I with my right I keep my pack in place, still covering at least 3
inches of man-meat. I grasp my beautiful monster-column just between my
thumb and forefinger, so it's still very visible. And pressing the T-shirt
down against my cock-shaft on either side like that makes very clear, and
emphasizes, just how God-damn wide my column of manhood really is. The width
is simply stupefying.

 My little show of width makes the principal's eyes
latch onto my cock and stay there. He licks his lips. I go on casually, in a
dry, clinical way--still acting like nothing is happening. "Oh yeah, my
width, my huge, massive, girth will simply force a man's balls to churn in
their sack, and it will force his dick to stiffen up all the way." Then I
say softly, like a sympathetic doctor or something, "But then, you know what
I'm talking about, don't you Mr. Barnes? It's doing it to you right now,
isn't it? Just looking at how wide by big cock is has made your own dick
really hard, I can tell. It's really made you horny, hasn't it?"

 "Oh, no,
of course not," he manages to blurt out. But he's still staring at my
monster. And I can see from his little arm movement that he can't help
moving his hand around under his desk. Oh yeah, I've made him horny alright.


 "Oh, sure it is. You're staring right at my shaft. You're really taking
in how amazingly wide and thick it is. That's got to bone you up. And
besides, I can tell you're pushing your boner around in your pants. Your
rubbing yourself, aren't you Mr. Barnes? Your dick must really be bothering
you a lot."

 When I say this, his whole face turns even brighter red, and
he shakes his head sideways, back and forth. And, somehow, he manages to
pull his hand back out from under his desk, and hold his two hand together
on the desktop. He looks back up at my face and says, "No, no! Of course
not! How can you say that? You think I would be turned on by a boy? By a...a
dick? That's ridiculous. That's disgusting!" But he can't help glancing back
down to my man-shaft every few seconds. It's just such a pretty sight. A
pretty, man-enslaving sight.

 "That's right, Mr. Barnes. You just sit
there. You just sit there with that painful boner in your pants and your
hands on your desk, pretending your not perving over my incredible
man-shaft. Must be pretty uncomfortable--having a boner in your pants and
being too embarrassed to reach down and rub on it. You know, it might help
if you stopped looking down at my huge meat. After all, it is the sight of
my gorgeous cock that's boned you up, right?"

 Now he gives up on glancing
back and forth between my face and my cock, and just stares at my cock. But
he doesn't say anything. He's using all his energy on keeping his hands on
his desk. Keeping them away from his painful boner.

 "Yeah, you just sit
there and try to keep your hands off of that stiff hard-on I've put in your
pants," I tell him. "And while you're doing that, just look at how wide my
shaft is." I move my left thumb and forefinger up and down the sides my
mammoth column a couple of inches. My hand is fairly small, so my fingers
are spread wide apart in order to grasp my monster like that. Again, that
just emphasizes how thick and wide it really is. "Just look at it. Look at
my cock. See how hard it is for me to even get my fingers across it? And
look how far out in front of me it's stretching my shorts and shirt. It's
not sticking up off my body, you know. Oh, no, it's lying flat against my
belly. But just lying flat like that it's still pulling my shorts and shirt
way out. That's because it's just so big in diameter."

 Barnes is really
sweating now. He's all read, and his hands are fidgeting like crazy. He's
also rubbing his legs together. His dick is simply demanding some kind of
attention. What a funny little principal he is. Sitting there behind his big
desk with his suit and tie, and being reduced to rubbing his hard dick as
best he can with his legs. A dick that's been forced into hardening up by a
small, innocent-looking young boy. A boy just happens to be showing off an
incredible man-shaft 2-1/2 inches in diameter, and God knows how long.


"But it's not just incredibly wide," I say. "It's also incredibly long. I
mean, it's not one of those fatty cocks that may be big all over, but are
wide compared with their length. In fact, as wide as my monster is, it's
length is in perfect proportion to its width. It really is a perfect cock.
Perfect shape, and perfect proportions. It's just big, that's all. Really,
really, big. Just think about it, Mr. Barnes. Just think about how big my
whole cock must be. How wide. How long. How fucking enormous."

 He's
staring. He's sweating. He's squirming. The image I've put into his head is
making his dick just so hard it's killing him. But he holds out. He just has
to keep his hands on top of his desk, no matter how much his dick aches.
There's no way he's going drop a hand down below and admit to the young boy
in front of him that he's perving, and beating off, over the boy's dick!


"Of course, imagining isn't the same as seeing, is it, Mr. Barnes?" I ask.
"I mean, you're only actually looking at about two thirds of my whole cock
right now, you know that?" Behind my back pack, underneath my shirt, my man-
conquering monster-cock has hardened up a little past its usual 10 inches.
It always gets that way, extra stiff, with an extra fraction of an inch in
length, when it's about to destroy someone. "You know, it's going to be easy
for me to make you put those hands back under the table. And grab your hard
dick. And beat it through your pants. Oh yea, real easy. You know how?"
Barnes just shakes his head. He can't talk. "All I have to do is take my
back pack off my chest. Isn't that neat? It's just so simple. You're like my
little remote-control toy. When I take my pack off my chest, it's going to
make you grab for your cock. Here, let me show you what it does to a man
when I show off my full size."

 I drop my left arm to my side, and with my
right hand I casually lift my back pack off my chest and place it next to my
chair. There it is. My full, gargantuan, , humongous column of man-meat, all
on display. It's over 2-1/2 inches wide and over 10 inches long. The thin
material of my oh-so-tight T-shirt stretches straight from the sides of my
body to the sides of my cock. Then it curves over the front, which is
actually the underside, of course, in a semi-circle. The fabric is also
stretching right from the neck-hole straight to the huge head, touching it
just over the big pisshole. So, in reality, the tent my monster is making
takes up the entire front of my T-shirt--stomach and chest. My whole upper
body is covered with cock. Lots and lots of cock.

 "Oh, God!" Barnes
shouts. The mind-fucking sight makes both his hands shoot under his desk.
"God it's big!" he moans. He grabs his dick and starts beating. He can't be
too concerned about how it looks, how obvious it is that he can't keep his
hands off his dick. That he has no control over his own dick or his own
hands. The control is all mine. He just has to stroke. Showing off my full
size is making him do it, just like it always does. That's what it does to
any boy or any man. No one can stand up to my size.

 "There, you see how
easy that was for me Mr. Barnes? That's how it works," I say. "I show off
some of my enormous cock size to a little shit like you, and it makes your
dick hard. I show off all of my size, and it makes it so hard you have to
beat it. It's so simple, really. It's not that you don't like cock, it's
just that you like big cock. And you like really big cock, like this monster
here, so much that the mere sight of it makes you jerk off. You've just
never seen anything anywhere near this big before. But now that you have,
you can see what it does to you."

 Barnes is way past humiliated--he's
demolished. He's so pathetic, though. He shakes his head back and forth,
trying to deny it. Trying to deny what I'm saying, and trying to deny that
my gargantuan log of a cock is making him beat off. But of course, he keeps
beating under the table. We both know what I'm doing to him, but I don't
really like him even pretending that it's not true. So, grabbing a strap on
my backpack and dragging it with me, I stand up, and start to walk around
his desk. His eyes are glued to my gigantic cock the whole time, of course.
As I walk around, it might look even better in profile than straight on, the
way it stands up, leaning out in front slightly. In fact, it looks almost as
big as the rest of my body. And with each step, it bounces up and down some,
stretching my T-shirt that much more, because of its tremendous weight.

 I
walk right up to his side. His face turns to follow me, and his eyes are
running up and down my big fat 10 inches. There's no desk between us now, so
I can look down and see his two hands rubbing and beating on his hard-on
through his pants. He makes a very silly effort to hide his beating by
squishing his legs together, bending slightly forward, and spreading out
both hands to cover his tent. But with 10 inches of thick, hard, man-meat
stretching out a T-shirt right in front on his eyes, there's no way he can
stop his little through-the-pants jerk-off session.

 I look down on him
and say, "So, really beating that boner pretty good, huh? Must feel nice. It
must be a really nice beat-off for you, having a gigantic man- shaft like
mine to perv over. I mean, I know you've jerked off to girls before, over
their tits, and their asses. You've probably jerked off thinking about Mrs.
Dellum a few times, huh? Maybe even done it under your desk while staring at
her big tits. But no chick has ever made you do it against your will, have
they? That just means they haven't ever turned you on as bad as I have, as
bad as my big, beautiful, cock has. You are beating off against your will,
aren't you? I mean, you can't stop, can you? Of course not. You wish you
could stop, but you can't. You like my big cock way too much. It makes you
too horny. I guess that makes you a little fag-boy, doesn't it? After all,
it is cock that's turned you on badder than ever before, isn't it? Yeah, you
sure do love my cock all right." He's sick to his stomach. He wishes I were
wrong. But, of course, the way he keeps uncontrollably beating off to my
huge cock certainly proves me right. Oh God, how much he wishes he could
stop. I slowly run my right index finger up down the side of my incredible
length. That makes him beat harder.

 "God it's big," he says again in
lust-filled amazement. His face is scrunched up in horny disbelief at my
size. "It's just so big. How can it be so big?" He as asks in awe.

 He
keeps staring and beating. Staring and beating. That's fine, but now I want
him to take his stiff dick out and jerk it off to me in the open. So I say,
"The only thing is, though, that it can't be really satisfying beating off
through your pants. No, that might relieve some of your dick-tension, but
what you really want to do is take it out so you can give yourself a really
good jerk-off."

 He shakes his head back and forth, and manages to squeak
out a "No, no."

 "Yes, yes," I tell him. Of course he doesn't want to. Of
course he really, really doesn't want to. Take out his stiff dick and jerk
it off in front of a young boy? And while he's perving over the cock of that
same boy? "No...God no" he's thinking to himself. But that's fine with me. I
like it when they fight it. "I know you don't want to," I tell him. "That's
what makes it fun. Fun for me, and humiliating for you. Because I'm going to
make you do it."

 He shakes his head back and forth again, and keeps
staring and beating.

 "And you know how I'm going to make you? By putting
so much horny pain into your dick that you'll just have to take it out and
jerk on it for real. And you know how I'm going to do that?"

 He's got
some tears forming in his eyes now. He's afraid of me. Afraid of the control
my monster cock has over him. And he's afraid of what might be coming. But
he keeps beating. He can't stop.

 "You know how?" I ask again.

 He
shakes his head again.

 "Real simple," I say. "It's going to be real
simple for me to make you take your pathetic little dick out and jerk it off
right if front of me, no matter how hard you try not to. I'm just going to
do one simple little thing, something people do every day, and then you're
going to surrender and utterly humiliate yourself for me by taking your
boner out and jerking it off over my cock. Right here in your office. Right
in front of me."

 I then say very slowly, "You know what I'm going to do?"


 All he can do is shake his head. And, of course, keep beating off as best
he can through his pants.

 I then lower my voice and say, "I'm going to
take my shirt off now."

 So, I stand there right in front of him--he's
stroking up and down on his hard-on in his pants, staring at a 10-inch plus
cock-tent that's about to be over 10 inches of bare, naked, hard, man-meat
that's going to warp his mind forever. I slide my hands down into my shorts
on either side, grab the bottom edge of my T-shirt, and start to pull it up.
I pull it up slowly. When it gets above the waistband of my shorts, I start
to feel the cool air on my bare cock. Mr. Barnes starts to go a little
crazy, of course. It's young. It's smooth. It's beautiful. It's gigantic. I
keep pulling up, inch by inch. With each inch, more thick, massive meat
comes into view. It's just sooo good-looking. So smooth. So hard. You can
see how young it is. And it's so big. Just so big. And it's right in front
of Barnes's face. It really puts the hurt into his dick, so he strokes and
beats hard. I get the bottom of the shirt right up to the deep under-cleft
of my huge head. The shaft is bare. And so is my midriff now too. Mr. Barnes
can see how smooth and hairless my young stomach and lower chest are. Fine,
thin skin. Smooth, slightly-defined muscles. No fat at all. And an
incredible, gigantic, cock-shaft running right up the front. It's held up
just by the shirt stretching over the enormous head, which is about 2 1/2
inches from cleft to pisshole, and 3 inches wide. It's a wonderful,
gorgeous, head. My whole cock flexes and jerks a little at the knowledge of
what it's doing to the school principal. It just loves conquering and
destroying a man. And it's always so easy. It has all the size it needs.


Then I pull my shirt up over my cock-head and let go of it, leaving it
wrapped around my upper chest, just under my armpits, in kind of a band. My
cock falls forward, pointing right at Mr. Barnes. It's a huge log. It's an
enormous canon. It's a 2 1/2 inch-diameter, 10 inch-long, mind-fucking shaft
of hard man-meat. The head is 3 inches across. Even the piss-hole is huge,
like it was made for shooting the extra thick, heavy, wads of cum my great
big balls make. The wads guys just love to swallow down.

 When I was in
Junior High, and about 8 inches long, my cock would stand out at about a 45
degree angle because it was so hard and stiff. Well, it still gets just as
hard and stiff, but now it sticks out level with the floor. That's because
it's just so weighty, so massive. So, the monster is pointed right at
Barnes's face. His mouth slacks open, and he licks his lips. For the first
time in his life, he's actually thinking about sucking on a cock. Oh yeah,
he has to think about it. There it is, so beautiful, so big. But what's
really killing him is his own dick. It's killing him just too much. He's
staring right at a howitzer of man-meat. He caves in. He breaks down. He
unzips. "Oh, God," he says. His whole head turns beat red, but he pulls his
boner out and starts jerking. He uses both hands, stroking his shaft with
his right hand, and kneading his head with his left.

 As he strokes, he
spouts out, "Oh God it's huge! Your cock is so huge!" He strokes up and
down, up and down. "It's just so huge!" he shouts.

 "Yes, of course," I
say. "I know. And now you can see what a cock with some real size does to
you. It makes you jerk off. Yeah, it makes you take your stiff dick out of
your pants, right here in your office, right in front of a young boy
student, and jerk off. Isn't that great? My gigantic cock simply makes you
do it. The mere sight of it puts a jerk-off need into your little dick that
hurts so bad you just have to jerk off. All I have to do is take my shirt
off, and bingo! Out pops your little dicky, and you start jerking. Isn't
that nice? A few minutes ago you were a man. The school principal. Now
you're just another one of my little jerky boys."

 His eyes are really
bulging, and he keeps licking his lips and swallowing. And he keeps jerking.
I sure do like having so much cock. He's the big principal. I'm the little
student. But I'm the one with the 10 inches. So he belongs to me. Life
really is simple.

 "Well, now that your finally jerking off for real,
instead of through your pants, it must feel a lot better, huh? But I think I
can make it even better for you. Make you enjoy your disgusting little
jerk-off session even more. Since you love my cock so much, let me show it
off for you a little more."

 As overpowering as my cock is straight on, I
always figure it looks even better from the side, since its incredible
length is more obvious that way. So I turn sideways and give Barnes a look
at my profile. My incredible, unbelievable cock is sticking way, way out in
front of me. The monstrous head is way out past the end of my toes--way
past. I pull my shirt up over my head and throw it over onto Barnes's desk.
He doesn't even notice it. My waistband is cinching in just under my
cockroot and just above the top of my ballsack. So I pull it out and over my
big balls and down, and then back again underneath them. That way my huge
ballsack is hanging down in front. It's really a big, full sack too, and
makes the perfect accessory for my enormous cock.

 My profile is just too
awesome. Since it's only 7 or 8 inches from my back to my belly button, my
cock is sticking out much farther from my belly than my belly is from my
back. So it's almost like I have more cock than body. I put my hands on my
butt cheeks, pull my elbows towards each other behind me, and lean back,
while rotating my pelvis up. This brings my cock head up into the air. My
shaft only slants up a few degrees, but since it's so fucking long, the head
moves up a few inches. The awesome, mind-fucking sight of my profile
displayed this way makes Barnes jerk as fast as he can. He's my jerk-off
slave now for sure. Totally in my power. Then I clench my buttocks, and
contract my groin muscles a few times--contract, relax; contract, relax.
That makes my whole massive shaft of manhood jerk up and down. Almost like
I'm cumming. I've practiced this in the mirror, so I know what a
ball-busting, mind-destroying sight it is.

 Barnes goes crazy. Absolutely
crazy. He's jerking off like mad. My awesome show has reduced him to
nothing. He had already become one of my little jerk- off boys. But giving
him my "profile show", as I call it, has made him a true slave to my
humongous cock. Seeing the full, thick, incredible, size of my telephone-
pole cock standing so far out in front of my thin body like that, and then
jerking up and down a bit, will warp his mind forever. The image will be
seared into his brain. And into his balls. He'll be another one of my little
cock-worshipping slaves from now on. It really is fun doing that to a man.
And all it takes is a little cock show.

 Looking over my shoulder at him,
I say, "Boy, you sure do love jerking off to my cock, don't you? You're just
nothing but a little jerky boy. A little fag jerky boy. How disgusting. But
what's really disgusting is that I can see you really want more. Much more.
Oh yeah, by the way you're licking your lips, I can see what you really want
is to suck me off. That is what you really want, isn't? You're just like
that silly little gym teacher, Mr. Jones, that turned into a cock-sucking
fag for my big meat. You want your mouth on this big beautiful cock of mine.
You want to suck me off, don't you? What a little fag shit."

 Again, he
goes into his little head-shaking act of denial. Of course, he doesn't
really want to suck me off. He doesn't want another guy's cock anywhere near
his mouth. It's a revolting thought to him. It makes him sick. But at the
same time, he has to think about it. He has to. My shaft is just too
beautiful. Too big. It simply has way too much size. He licks his lips some
more. He wants it. Bad.

 "Oh yeah, Mr. Barnes. You may not want to suck me
off. But in a few minutes you're going to need to suck me off. And you know
why, don't you? Sure you do. Because you just love my great big cock so
much."

 I walk over so his desk, and sit up on it, wiggling my narrow
little butte onto his papers. Again, he swivels in his chair to follow me,
stroking and jerking over my incredible man-shaft the whole time. When he's
facing right at it, I grab it with just the thumb and forefinger of my left
hand, near the base. It's standing straight up, the tip coming up to my
chest. I wave it back and forth a little. "See how beautiful it is? You'd
just love to give it a kiss, wouldn't you?" I ask sweetly. He doesn't say
anything, he just keeps jerking. "Oh yes, you'd like that. I nice big kiss
right on the underside of the big head here. Just to show how much you like
it." He still doesn't say anything, but his mouth is open, and he keeps
running his tongue around his lips. He gulps. He can't believe it, but he
really wants to kiss it. He hates the idea of kissing it, of course. He's no
fag, he's no fag, he keeps telling himself. But he's frantically jerking of
to my cock. And he keeps thinking about sucking it down. He sure doesn't
want to, but he really does want to. He's confused. He's revolted at the
thought of kissing it, but he's hot, hot, hot for my gigantic cock. And he's
drooling.

 I wave it back and forth again a little. His head turns back
and forth to follow it. Then, still holding it at the base with my left
hand, I grasp it very loosely in my right. My fingers only come about
half-way around the baseball bat of a shaft. I slide my right hand up and
down very slowly. Up and down. Up and down. Each round trip takes a few
seconds, because of my amazing length. Barnes is really drooling now. He
wants to kiss it. He want to suck it. He wants to gobble it all the way down
his throat and suck me off until he's swallowing my thick, creamy, man
juice. That's what he wants. After all, he's just a guy, no different from
any other guy. He's completely controlled by his aching dick and balls. And
they're completely controlled by me. By my size. My awesome, gargantuan,
enslaving, cock-size.

 But he somehow keeps from making a move for it.
Drool is pouring out of his mouth, and I know if I kept up my show, he'd
have to break down soon. But I don't want to fuck around. No, I figure why
waste time putting on a fancy cock show that would, of course, make him cave
in in the end, when I can easily demolish him right away? Just by pumping up
a bit? So, I reach down to my back pack on the floor, grab it by a strap
that's sticking up, and pull it up and dump it on the desk. I unzip the bag,
and pull out my pump. I pull the tube out first. It's big, of course--3 1/2
inches in diameter, and 14 inches long. Then I pull out the pumping unit.
It's the kind you squeeze like clippers or something, so you can use it with
one hand.

 "You know what this is, Mr. Barnes? It's a pump for my cock. It
makes it bigger. That's right, as huge as it is, this makes it even bigger.
You're going to like that, aren't you Mr. Barnes? I mean, you like it so
much now, just think how much you're going to like it when it grows another
inch or so."

 He shakes his head. There's fear all over his face. He can't
believe it could possibly get any bigger than it's already outlandish
monster-size, but he knows that if it does, there's no way he'll be able to
keep his mouth off of it.

 "Just watch this, Mr. Jones," I say. I slide
the clear cylinder over my gigantic hard-on, easing it all the way down. I
hold it at the base with my left hand, with my thumb covering the small air
hole. Then I start pumping with my right. Squeeze, squeeze. Pump, pump. I
feel the vacuum on my cock. It feels good, the way it always does, as it
pulls on it. But it feels especially good knowing someone is watching.
Knowing the school's principal is staring at my gargantous column of
man-meat, staring with his mouth gaping open, as he watches in disbelief as
I expand beyond my already un-fucking-believable size. I pump. I expand. He
stares. He jerks off. My tip reaches the 11-inch mark. My head is pressed
hard against the tube wall all the way around. That reminds me, I've just
got to get a bigger tube. As big as it is, there just isn't room for my head
to expand any in diameter. My shaft does though. Yeah, it's going from about
2-1/2 to maybe 2-3/4 inches, and it's also up against the plastic wall most
of the way around and for most of it's length. I like the look of my
cock-flesh when it flattens up against the plastic wall. It looks so thick
and juicy that way.

 "There, you see Mr. Barnes, it's grown another inch.
And it's thicker too. You sure would love to be sucking on all this man meat
right now, wouldn't you?" He admits his all-consuming desire for my monster
cock by leaning forward almost to the plastic, slurping some of his drool
back into his mouth, and gulping it down. I own him. My giant shaft owns
him. I'm up past 11 inches, and pumping up that extra inch has made him just
ache to suck me off. But I'm still not all the way up yet, and even though I
don't need any more size to enslave Barnes, I just kind of like just showing
off how big I can get, so, I give myself some more hard pumps. Pump,
stretch. Pump, stretch. It feels so good. Lengthening and expanding. And I'm
just so enormous now. Expanded and stretched out all the fucking way. My tip
rises just barely up to being even with the 12-inch mark. 12 inches. One
foot. One solid, fucking, foot in length, and nearly 3 inches in diameter.
All cock. It's the most ball-busting, dick-killing, mouth-watering, mind-
fucking sight ever. My cock is twice as long and twice as thick as any
normal cock. It's bigger than my body. It's bigger than anything. There's
nothing left of Barnes, nothing at all. He's staring, drooling, tonguing his
lips, jerking his dick, lusting for my manhood.

 "So, Mr. Barnes, ready to
suck dick now?" I ask. He nods his head up and down helplessly. He never
would have thought anything like what I'm showing him was possible. But now
that he sees it, has to have it. He just has too.

 "OK, let me take it out
for you," I say. I release the vacuum slowly, and my cock contracts down to
11 inches. I slide the tube off with my right hand, and lay it down, while I
hold my cock-root in my left again. I wave my monster back and forth a
little, just because I like the way Mr. Barnes follows it with his head.
It's like I'm turning his head back and forth by remote control. He really
is my zombie now. My cock-starved zombie. Now I hold the it still, with the
head a few inches in front of his mouth. He makes a move for it, stretches
his neck. Opens his drooling mouth. But, I pull it back.

 "Oh, no, Mr.
Barnes. You have to beg for it first."

 There's tears in his eyes, but he
just has to have my cock. My unbelievable 11 inches of thick, juicy, pumped
up manhood. So he begs.

 "Please, please, let me have it."

 "Let you
have what?" I ask.

 "Your cock. Your cock! Your huge cock!" He says
frantically.

 "And what exactly do you want to do with my huge cock?" I
ask casually.

 "I, I... I want to suck on it!" He finally gets the words
out. His balls and his dick are hurting him like he's never hurt before. My
size has completely taken over his pathetic little brain. He needs it so, so
bad. And he's flogging his cock like crazy. He begs his best. "Please,
please! Please let me suck on your cock! Please let me suck on it!"

 I
figure that's good enough, and that there's absolutely nothing left of what
used to be his old, straight, self, so I tilt the object of all his desire
forward a few inches and say, "OK, fag shit. You may suck me now."

 He
instantly puts his mouth around my monstrous head, and clamps his lips to
it. He swills his tongue all around the top. Thats' always such a sweet
moment. When a big, powerful, straight man like the school principal first
plants his mouth on the gigantic monument of manhood that has destroyed him,
made him my helpless little sucky slave. Mouth uncontrollably clamping onto
cock. It's the exact moment of complete conquest. He wants to throw up. He
hates himself. Hell, he probably wants to kill himself. But he just has to
suck on me. He's become another one of my little cock slaves. All because of
my irresistable, all- conquering, size.

 He sucks hard. He sucks as hard
as he can. When he manages to get my whole head, and a little more, into his
mouth, he gets his lips down underneath the ridge. I have so say, it does
feel pretty good. But I'm so big he has to work on opening his mouth as wide
as possible to get any more of my monster meat in. Before he can do that,
though, I pull back out. He just stares at my giant in lust. And keeps
beating off, of course.

 I reach back into my back pack, and pull out my
camera. It's one of those small point-and-shoot kind, with auto-flash,
auto-focus, auto-everything. It even has motorized film advance, so you can
operate it with just one hand. I show it to Mr. Barnes and say, "Here, look
at this. I have a camera."

 He pulls his eyes off the giant cock he now
loves so much to take a quick look at the camera. Then he looks back at my
cock. "You know what I'm going to with this, don't you? Oh, sure. Sure you
do. I'm going to take your picture." He takes a quick look back at the
camera as if it were the scariest thing he's ever seen, like a big shotgun
or something, and then looks up at my face. He shakes his head back an
forth, silently pleading for me not to take his picture.

 "Oh, yeah," I
say. "I'm going to take your picture sucking my cock. Won't that be nice?
There you'll be, in your suit, with your stiff dick out in your hand,
jerking off, while you're madly sucking on the dick of one of you students.
It'll be a great picture. I'll be sure to take a few, some with the lens
zoomed back to take in the whole scene, and some zoomed in to get a good
picture of your face stuffed with cock."

 He shakes his head frantically,
but he goes back to staring at my cock. It's just too big. He keeps jerking
to it. He keeps drooling over it. He wants it so bad, but he knows if a
picture of him sucking on it ever got out, it would destroy his whole life.
He leans toward my cock. His mouth is open and drooling. He's on the edge.
Right on the edge of complete, total, surrender. It's already been in his
mouth once, so he knows how good it feels there. How wonderful it is to have
his whole mouth stuffed full of my monster cock. I lean toward him just a
bit, lower my voice, and say very softly, "Just think if copies showed up in
all the teacher's mailboxes. Or how much your wife would like to see them."
Then I say in my softest, sweetest, voice, "But, of course, if you don't
suck on my cock, I won't be taking any pictures."

 I'm holding the camera
out to the side with my right hand, pointing back at the scene, aimed right
at the head of my cock--right where I know his head is going to be in a few
seconds. He looks at the camera in fear, but then he looks back at my cock
in lust. Total, demented, cock-starved, lust.

 It's right in front of him.
So much cock-meat. All expanded and stretched out to max after pumping up.
11 inches long. Almost 3 inches thick. It's enough meat for three or four
cocks, but it's all mine. All that meat making up one enormous column of
manhood. The shaft just seems to go on forever. So many inches long. So many
inches wide. And the head is so big and massive. It's as wide as Barnes's
mouth. The mouth he wants back on it so, so bad. It's just inches in front
of his face. He's got one hand helplessly pulling and massaging his pain-
filled balls, and the other jerking and beating his pain-filled dick. But
all that does is make is balls and dick hurt that much more. There's no
relief. Oh, no. It's that great, big, gigantic cock inches from his eyes,
inches from his mouth, that he needs. Needs so, so, bad. It's the object of
all his lust. The camera doesn't matter. Me taking pictures won't matter.
The whole fucking rest of the world don't matter to the little bitty scrap
of brain he has left. All that matters is my cock.

 He crumbles. He lunges
for what he needs. He opens wide and wraps his mouth around my
all-conquering monster-meat. He starts sucking again. Sucking as hard as he
can. I start taking pictures.

 Each time I take a picture, the flash goes
off, and the motor makes a little whirring sound. So he knows what I'm
doing. But all he can do is keep jerking off and keep sucking me down. He
just loves my humongous cock. He opens his jaw as far as he can, so he can
get the gigantic head as far into his mouth as possible. He sucks and sucks.
His tongue is all over the bottom side of my meat. He keeps getting more and
more of my wonderful cock into his mouth. I feel the end up against the back
of his mouth cavity, at the entrance of his throat. He starts to swallow,
almost gag, but he keeps sucking. I keep taking pictures. Click, flash,
whirrr. Suck, suck. Click, flash, whirrr. Suck, suck. Every time the flash
goes off, Barnes's eyes take a quick glance over at my camera. But he keeps
on sucking the gorgeous hunk of man-meat stuffing his mouth. He's nothing
but a little cock-slave now. All he can do is jerk and suck, jerk and suck.
I like that.

 I make sure to get everything in my pictures. Then I just
lean back and relax for a while, letting my high-school principal service
me. Letting him do what he wants to do most: suck me off. Letting him be
what he wants to be most: my latest little cock-worshipping, suck-slave,
fag-boy.

 I notice juice is starting to well up out of the end of his
prick. He's not coming, he's just oozing out some up with pre-come. It
starting to flow pretty well, though, and run down his hand and dick. I
don't think he even notices. I take another couple of pictures of him
sucking dick and oozing juice.

 Well, between all the prick-teasing I did
to the boys in the outer office, and the complete destruction job I've just
done to the principal here, I've built up quite a load of man-juice myself.
Yeah, turning guys into cock-slaves is fun, but it does make my big balls
fill up. So, after a few more minutes of receiving some half- way decent
head, I decide to unload. Oh yeah, it's time for me to empty myself, and
it's time for Mr. Barnes to gulp down some thick, yummy, man-cream. I just
know he's gonna love it. And when I shoot off and I fill up his mouth with
my spunk, the wonderful taste, and the overwelming humiliation is going to
make him shoot off at the same time, just like that. So I get ready with my
camera again to get some good cum shots.

 "Here, Mr. Barnes. Here's some
nice, thick, hot, man-cream for you. So get ready to swallow. Oh yeah,
you're really going to love my cum, now that you've turned into such a nice
little faggot. And when you're gulping it down, with some of my cream
spilling out all over your mouth and face, I'll be sure to get some good
pics."

 I relax, concentrate on my huge shaft, overloaded balls, and my
new little cum bucket. I let go. My cum shoots. It shoots and shoots. Big,
thick, spurts. Gobs. It makes Barnes shoot too, just like I knew it would. I
look down and see he's having a pretty good come. Nowhere as big as mine, of
course, but probably as big as he's ever had. Probably bigger. Some of his
cum goes onto the floor, and some of it gets all over his pants. I take
pictures of the whole thing. First I get the overall scene. Then I touch the
zoom button to get closer shots of his jerking, spurting hard-on in his
hand, and of his stretched-out mouth overstuffed with my cock. Some of my
cream is spilling out the sides. He manages to gulp most of it down his
throat, but the spunk he can't get down still makes for a lot to run out
between my big shaft and his stretched lips, and down his cheeks and chin.
He finally stops cumming, but I'm still pumping more thick cream. He keeps
gulping some down his throat, and some keeps spewing out around my gigantic
shaft all over his face. Click, flash, whirrr. Click, flash, whirrr. I
finally give him the last of my load. It's in his mouth, down his throat, in
his belly, and all over his mouth. A fair amount is running down his chin
and dripping off the end in nice, thick, gobs. Click, flash, whirrr.


"Well, I've got some really nice pictures now," I say. "Oh yeah, your mouth
is really stuffed with cock, and come is just all over your face."

 Barnes
just keeps sucking on my beautiful, big, monster-cock, and swallowing the
last of the thick cum that's in his mouth.

 "And it's really nice the way
you're jerking off your own little pud at the same time. And your cumming,
too. All over yourself. It really does show how much you love sucking cock
and swallowing man-cream."

 I throw my camera and pump back into my back
pack, and I pull my T-shirt back on. Barnes is still sucking away. He just
doesn't want to let go of such a huge, beautiful, cock. After all, even
though I'm starting to go back down after my come, I'm still at an
incredible, mouth-filling size, probably between 9 and 10 inches. But, I'm
done with him, so I pull myself out of his cum-smeared face, and gently
place my monster back in my shorts. It still has enough size and hardness to
make a gigantic, whopping, shaft-tent down the front of the right leg of my
shorts. It lifts the pants leg away from my thigh, and the end almost pokes
out the leg-hole. It's a truly awesome cock-bulge. I decide to walk home on
the left side of the road, facing the traffic. Make some guys bone up while
there're driving.

 I scoot off Barnes's desk, and walk over to the office
door. I turn sideways and look at Barnes. He stares at the huge cock-bulge
running down my leg, and he starts licking my cream off his lips and chin. I
give him a nice, sweet, smile. "Thanks for the blow job, Mr. Barnes. I think
you're going to turn into a pretty nice cock-sucker with some more
practice." He takes one more look at the monumental log in my pants. I turn
around, and walk out.

 Walking home, I do make sure to walk on the left
side. And, sure enough, the sight of a young boy with a dick that's so long
it's almost coming out of the bottom of his shorts really does get some long
stares from the guys driving by. And, seeing their eyes latch onto what's
pushing my right-hand pants leg way out in front of me, and seeing them turn
their heads as they keep looking at my monster, instead of keeping their
eyes on the road in front of them, keeps my big cock semi-erect, maybe about
9 inches, even though I've just had a pretty good cum. And I just know
showing off that much size is making them bone up, right there in their
cars. That's why I just love having so many inches. It means a simple thing
like walking home from school can be real fun for me. I just show off a
little, and guys who are just driving by minding their own bussiness are
suddenly fucked over by the hottest vision they've ever seen, and their
dicks harden up on them, just like that.

 Now that I'm home, posing in
front of my mirror, checking out how gorgeous my big meat looks stretching
out my biker shorts, the thought of those drivers I boned up on my way home
gives me an idea. I wonder what it would do to traffic if I walked around
with my new biker shorts stretched out over my full, pumped- up, 11-inch
hard-on. To see how awesome that would look, I decide to stroke myself up. I
pull my stretch pants out over my meat again and let the waistband snap back
under my balls. I hold my big beauty in one and, and begin to give it a nice
hand job. I've already been pumping some, so I just get myself hard without
any more pumping. It's now been a few hours since emptying my balls into
Barnes' mouth, so my big shaft gets back up to full size easily. I keep
stroking it until it's totally hard. And, of course, big. Incredibly big.
Because of my recent pumping, it's definitely past 10 inches, and real thick
too. Big, long, thick. It's just such a super-cock.

 I don't know if I can
stretch my shorts over something so huge, but I decide to try. I pull the
waistband way out in front of with my left hand, and hold my monster
man-shaft up with my right. The tip is almost to my nipples. I pull the
waistband up over my balls and the first few inches of cock, but there's
half a foot of cock up above the band. I stretch it to its limit, but it
doesn't even get to the bottom of my huge cockhead. So, I swing my monster
down to the right, almost, but not quite horizontal. It's still slanting up
somewhat, and it's out in front of my body a couple of inches. Even at an
angle like that, though, it's so long that the head is still out past my
side. It's just so fucking long. Now I try stretching my biker pants over it
again. This time I just barely make it. I get the waistband up over and past
the big head, and I let go. All the fabric of the shorts now pulls back
towards my thin body. It clings to me all over but, of course, especially to
my huge baseball-bat cock, since its so enormous. In fact, because of it's
slight upward angle, the last three or four inches of cock are actually up
above my waist, pulling the stretch fabric up above the waistband. The band
itself goes back down behind my cock, and pulls back in toward my body, but
doesn't quite make it because my big hard cock has simply stretched the
pants too far out.

 I stand back and take a good look in the mirror. The
sight would make you cream your pants. You or any other guy. Just like that.
It's just too much. Way too much. I'm young. I'm thin. I'm not too tall. I'm
cute. And I've got a pair of biker pants on that are stretched way out in
front, way out past my side, and way up above my waist with the biggest,
giganticist, most humongous shaft of manhood you or anyone else has ever
seen. And everything is almost as clear as if I were naked. My two big balls
are showing through on my left side. And on my right, the left side of my
huge cock is stretching out the fabric from the center of my crotch all the
way to the underside of my massive head. The left side of the head itself is
pushing out hard, and the whole shape is very clear. Even the big pisshole
is clear, because the fabric stretches tight over the tip of my cock before
it goes back down behind. The head itself just looks so good up in the air
like that. It's out in front a few inches because the shorts aren't strong
enough to pull the weight of my hard cock back against my body. And the two
or three inches of cockshaft that are below the head but above my waste show
off nicely with my bare stomach skin as background. And because my head is
way out past my side, it just has air for background, so it just demands
attention. It's like the whole room out in front of me is simply filled with
cock. Big, massive, hard, cock. Technically, legally, it's covered up, even
though you can look down on bare cock-meat if you're up close because of the
fact that my waistband can't stretch back to my body. However, in reality,
even though it's legal, it's completely on display. The most ball-busting,
mind-fucking display ever.

 Oh yeah. I can't wait to go out on the street
and show off the sight I'm looking at right now. I think I'll just stand
around at the corner of a big, busy intersection, with my big baggy sweater
covering up my giant. Maybe I'll lean against the pole that's holding up the
signal light. Then, I'll casually pull off my sweater. All the drivers going
through the interesection are going to get a quick look at the most
beautiful--and the biggest!--thing they've ever seen. Their necks will twist
around so they can keep looking for as many seconds as possible, and then
the memory of what they just saw will bone them up as they drive off. But
the ones who will get the best look will be the ones stopped for a red
light, especially the ones accross the street. They'll just be standing
still, with a clear view of my long, thick, massive, manhood stretching my
shorts way, way out. They'll be boning up fast and hard. The guys that think
they're straight will try to fight it, the way they always do, but they
won't have a chance. They'll be looking right at a cock that's simply twice
as big as anything they ever thought existed. My un- fucking-believable size
is going to make their dicks so hard, and hurt so bad, they're going to be
unzipping their pants before the signal turns green. Oh yeah, they're going
to be driving down the road trying to steer with one hand and jerk off with
the other.

 With all those guys jerking off behind the wheel like that,
with their brains filled with what they've just seen, there's bound to be
some kind of accident. I mean, who's going to be able to pay attention to
driving when they're dreaming about sucking down on a telephone-pole sized
cock? Yeah, I think causing an accident just by showing off might really be
fun. And for more fun, I hope they send a big, muscular, motercycle cop to
investigate. A real big macho type. If I'm real lucky, he'll be a big gay
basher to boot. A dyed-in-the-wool homophobe. That'll make it extra fun when
my stupendous size forces him to bone up. To bone up over another guy's
cock! Over a young boy's cock! And, of course, it'll also mean his mind will
really get fucked up bad when he ends up caving in to his overpowering lust
for my gigantic column of manhood. When he drops to his knees, jerking off
to my beautiful big cock, begging me to let him suck me off, begging me to
shoot my thick man-cream into his cock-starved mouth. Fun for sure.

 I
always have fun with my cock. I really like what its out-of-this-world size
does to a man. I'm really looking foward to fucking over traffic, and maybe
turning a big macho cop into one of my little suck-slaves. And my monster
did such a nice job on the principal today. Yeah, my big beauty sure did
take him down. It made him my complete slave for sure. As a reward, I'm
going to give it an exra-long pump session tonight. Let it slowly work up to
all the size it can. Then go through quite a few cycles of pumping up and
then letting the vacuum off. Pumping up, then easing off. That's the way to
get maximum growth. And, over time, I want to get all the size I can. I'll
probably be pumping for over an hour. Then I'll take it out and give it a
nice hand job. And then a really long, slow, loving, self-suck. I believe in
treating my cock right. After all, it provides me with so much fun. And so
many suck-slaves. I just love my inches.