Date: Tue, 11 Feb 2014 18:25:37 -0500
From: David Gaingridge <davidgaingridge@gmail.com>
Subject: Ownded by a little dick chapter 1

Disclaimer: The following story is a work of gay fiction. It contains
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Let me just preface this by saying that I have a small dick. Well maybe not
terribly small, but around four inches hard. I'm definitely a grower which
kinda sucks because when I'm soft you can barely see it. I mean I have to
sit down to piss because it's so small (otherwise I just dribble down my
leg!). I've been with a few other white guys and they're all bigger than me
– I don't know what happened!

I was always teased in the locker room in high school about my dick. And
not just because I had a small dick but also because I was one of the
gangliest kids in school. I was 6'2 with barely any fat (or muscle for that
matter). And, so, because my name is Richard Harwood my nickname became
Dick Softwood for the entirety of high school.

But by the end of high school I had had enough of the teasing. And so I did
something about it. I started working out a lot. I did everything to build
muscle. I started talking self-defence courses and even karate to protect
myself – I was never going to be vulnerable again.

And now ten years after high school I weigh 235lb of solid muscle. I used
to be a huge bottom because I thought I was too small to top. But now I
realize that I get off on fucking guys who have dicks bigger than mine. I
like making them get off on having a tiny dick pummel them until they
cum. And those guys I fuck? They're always rock hard the entire time! The
biggest one was 12 inches and with the amount of pre-cum coating his abs it
looked like he pissed himself.

But anyway after high school I went off to college for engineering. After
that I designed a new patent which skyrocketed overnight and now I'm living
in the lap of luxury. I haven't worked since last summer and let's just say
if I pull an Elizabeth Taylor and get divorced a bunch of times I'll still
have many millions left. And my family won't talk to me after I came out so
I have everything I want and don't have to worry about people stealing it.

Anyway a few months ago one of my best friends from high school invited me
to her baby shower. After she graduated from college she went back home so,
unfortunately, I was in hellville for the next few days. I flew to the
nearest city which was about an hour outside of my hometown and rented a
car for the rest of the way (top of the line naturally!).

So as I'm driving to meet Jess I swerved to avoid hitting a raccoon and
gave the car two flat tires in return. I guess good deeds really do go
unnoticed. I check the glove box and find a list of emergency towing
numbers and punch the first one into my phone.

A while later a tow truck comes up the road. I get out but left my
sunglasses on since it's so fucking bright. God I missed the city smog
covering up most of this.

Even from where I'm standing I know who the drive of the tow truck is -
Jake Wilson (one of my former bullies from high school). Even though it's
been ten years he looks pretty much the same. He's 6'2 as well, 200lbs
(maybe a few more of those are from his jelly doughnuts, but still in
really good shape), tanned skin, and dark hair. He was on the football team
in high school and if memory serves correctly he slept with most of the
cheerleading squad. He also had a nice dick from what I remember of the
showers – cut, about 6" soft, and according to most of the cheerleading
squad he knew how to use it.

"Hey, what seems to be the problem?" Jake greeted me.

"Swerved and got two flat tires. Think I can get a lift?"

"Yeah, just give me a few minutes to load it on." He said.

After a few minutes the rental car was successfully loaded on and Jake and
I were on our way. We sat there for a few minutes in silence then Jake
reached out his hand and said his name was Jake.

I took it and said, "I'm..." I paused for a second. Did I really want him
to know who I was? I just wanted to get out of hellsville and I didn't need
to remember the "good ol' days" by my worst enemy. "I'm Mark," I said.

We chitchatted for a little bit. I told him I was visiting family here and
he told me all about his life here. I pretty much tuned him out since I had
no desire to learn anything about him.

We finally pulled into his shop. The two storey building looked pretty run
down from the looks of it. I figured that his shop was in the first floor
and his bachelor apartment was on the second.

Jake unloaded my car as I watched. I checked my phone – it was only noon
and it didn't start until two, but I still wanted to get there early since
I hadn't seen Jess in a year.

"I'll be a few minutes out here changing the tires. I'll have to get you a
loaner for the time being. Go in and keep yourself cool."

I told him alright and waited inside. Unfortunately, the inside mimicked
the outside in every way. It was a tiny office with a few seats and a desk
in the main area. There was a wall with a door separating what I assumed to
be the garage and the front office. And then towards the back of the office
were the stairs leading upstairs. Overall It was very rundown with papers
and tools scattered everywhere. I quickly glanced at the papers strewn
about and noticed that a few of them had `final notice' written on
them. Just by looking at the numbers on the papers I could deduce that Jake
was seriously headed for bankruptcy very soon.

Maybe I could turn this around...for a small `fee' of course.

Jake finished up and came inside. He told me it was all set to go. I
thanked him and pulled out my wallet. At that moment his phone rang and he
answered it. From what I could deduce it was either the bank and they were
very hot under their collar.

"Ok I know!" Jake said as he slammed down the receiver.

And then my plan started to formulate. "You ok?" I asked him.

"Yeah, just the bank's getting a little upset with a few late payments."

"Oh man. Anything I can do?" I said wondering if he would take the bait.

"You got eighty-grand?" He asked. I just gave him a small smile in
return. "Anyways that'll be $259.87 with the towing fee and everything."

"Cheque ok?" He nodded his head. I wrote him the amount and handed it to
him.

He took the cheque and his eyes widened as he looked up at me. I had
written the amount on the cheque for $80,259.87. "Um I was kiddin' about
the eighty-grand," he said.

"I can tear it up if you want."

"I just don't wanna rip ya' off. I can't repay you right now."

"We can work something out." Jake looked at me confused. I took a deep
breath and said "take a look at the name on the cheque." As he did I
lowered my sunglasses.

"Richard Harwo...Dicky?...No way! I heard you're a millionaire now!" He
looked me over three times. His eyes suddenly got even wider as he
remembered that we hadn't been on the best of terms (he was one of the ones
that outed me). "What uh...kinda deal were ya' thinking?"

I started walking over to the window and said, "I prefer Richard now. I
heard that you ended up with Marcy Williams. That right?" I glanced over at
him and raised my eyebrow. He nodded his head. "The footballer gets the
cheerleader. How'd that work out?" I said taking my finger and dusting the
blinds.

"She...uh...it didn't work out. She's got the kid and I don't have money
for support."

"Well we all saw that coming. You were always bumming off others for your
beer." I folded my arms across my chest and said, "how'd you like to earn
an extra ten grand on top of the eighty grand?"

Jake looked at me and said, "what would I have to do?"

"You're mine for an hour and after that you get $90,000 plus the repair fee
or I pay you the $259.87 now and we forget about this. But judging from the
bills on your desk and your child support it looks like you don't really
have an option. I'm giving you ten seconds."

10...

I was looking at Jake and from his facial expression I could see that he
was seriously considering both sides.

9...

Jake looked down at the cheque. I could tell that $90,000 would be exactly
the solution to his problems.

8...

7...

6...

5...

Jake let out a deep breath.

4...

3...

I raised my eyebrow at him.

2...

1...

0...

It had now been eleven seconds and I walked over to Jake. I snatched the
cheque out of his hands and tore it in two.

"I'll do it," he whispered.

"What?" I looked at him.

Jake let out another deep breath and said, "you can own me for an
hour. Just as long as I still get that ninety-grand."

"Sorry Jakey," I said mimicking what he called me in high school. "That
deal was only good for those ten seconds. You missed it."

I wrote him a new cheque for the $257.87 and handed it to him. "No wait
please. I need this. I'm just scared of what you'll do."

"The big footballer afraid of the nerd?" I teased him. "Sorry Jakey you
missed out. Hopefully you can still keep your dignity once you're
bankrupt," I said putting my sunglasses back on.

And then I knew I had him. I went to push open the door when Jake said
something he had never said: "I'm sorry." I turned to look at my former
classmate.

"Do you actually mean it or do you just want my money?"

Jake stammered a little and I said "that's what I thought. Bye Jakey."

"No wait please I need this. I don't know what else to do."

I turned to him one last time and I took off my sunglasses. Here was the
former football star practically begging me to help him...oh I do love when
men beg!

"Beg," I flatly said.

"What?"

"Beg me to help you."

"Please Richard help me out."

I walked over to him and slapped him. He was so stunned by this he didn't
know what to do. I told him to really beg me.

"Please Richard. Please. You gotta me. I don't know what to do. You're the
only one who can help me. I'm yours for an hour. Use me. Please!"

"That's a good little bitch," I said as I caressed his cheek. "Now strip."

"What?" Jake looked at me his eyes wide.

This earned him another slap across the face. "Strip, boy. And don't make
me tell you again."

Jake slowly removed his tight fitting shirt that clung to his chest and
biceps. He had a slightly furry chest and two amazing pecs! Any guy would
be lucky to titty-fuck him. He then kicked off his shoes and lowered his
pants. His muscular legs had a light dusting of hair on them. Overall he
just looked like an older, hairier version of himself.

"That means the boxers too, dumbass."

Jake slowly lowered his boxers revealing the same cock I had seen many
years prior. He stepped out of his boxers and tossed them aside. He quickly
put his hands in front of his crotch.

"Look," Jake said. "I really need this money, but please don't make this
public. I don't want people to know about this."

I looked at him and gave a sly grin. He gulped in return.

"Hands away from the crotch," I ordered. He jumped a little and reluctantly
put his hands at his sides.

I reached out and began playing with his nips. He tried to suppress a
groan, but eventually it escaped him.

"Yeah you like that don't you?" He nodded in response. "Yeah you're just
like a little whore. You need a man to play with your titties, don't you?"
He groaned in response. I slapped his cock. "I said answer me boy!"

"Ugh yes! I love it when you play with my..." he paused fighting the words
until he finally said, "my titties."

"Yeah good boy. You need this. You need to be owned by a man." I reached
down and started playing with his balls. I rolled the sac around in my
hand. "I've got you by the balls," I breathed into his ear. And with that I
tugged them down. He winced and coughed and then I slapped his ass telling
him to control himself.

"Yeah you think you're so manly because you have these big bull balls,
don't ya?"

"Yes sir," he moaned.

I slipped off my tie and started wrapping it around his balls.

"What are you doing?"

"Making sure you won't cum. We've still got 55 minutes left."

He groaned as I pulled his balls down even further and wrapped the tie
tightly enough around that his balls would never pull up. What delicious
torture.

"Oh god," Jakey groaned as I finished.

"Looks like little Jakey likes this," I teased.

Jakey looked down and was surprised to see that he had a throbbing
hard-on. He went to hide it, but I told him to leave his hands where they
were. As he moved his dick swayed and the droplet of precum that was at his
slit moved down his cock.

"Well, well, well. Seems that I wasn't the only one in our class that was
gay," I said as I slowly stroked his meaty cock. The head of his dick grew
even redder and was begging for release. More and more precum began to leak
down his shaft so I scooped it up.

"Open wide, Jakey-boy," I said bringing my fingers to his lips. He shook
his head in response. "Come on Jakey, look at this hot man seed. It looks
so tasety." I said swiping a little across his lips. His body shuddered
when I did that and his cock leaked more. "You might say no, but your body
says yes. Now open wide open and leak your cum off my fingers or this deal
is off."

And with that he slowly opened his mouth and licked his hot mancum off my
fingers. He sucked them until all the cum was gone.

"You want some more?"

Jakey began to shake his head no and then realized there was only one
correct answer. "Yes sir," he looked down in shame.

"Now Jakey there's nothing to be ashamed of. Since you've already had your
own, why don't you sample mine? You can do a taste-test and compare. Now
get down on your knees, bitch."

Jakey slowly lowered himself onto his knees. He looked up at me as I looked
down at him and smirked. There's something so hot about having this control
- of seeing your hot high school nemesis waiting to suck your cock. Then
seeing his own cock painfully erect.

"Well take my cock out, dumbass." I commanded him.

My cock was throbbing as well. As Jakey unzipped my pants and pulled them
down my cock bulged against the fabric of my underwear. He lowered those as
well and my cock jumped out at him. He just sat there mesmerized by it.

"Suck it."

Jakey sat there dumbfounded and then remembered that I had him by the
balls. He reluctantly moved his head toward my throbbing cock and took it
into his mouth which made me moan. He started a slow bob up and down the
length. Since my dick's only 4 inches it's pretty easy for any guy (even an
amateur) to swallow me whole.

As he was bobbing up and down he scraped my dick across his teeth.

"Watch the teeth or you'll be eating your balls for breakfast." Jakey
adjusted his mouth and continued bobbing up and down. "Play with my balls,
Jakey." Jakey moved his hands from his sides up to my small orbs just ready
to leak my manjuice. "Yeah that's it. God you're such a fucking
natural. Sure you haven't done this before, slut?"

I looked down and noticed that Jakey's dick bobbed at my last
comment. Jakey loves this I thought to myself. He loves being
controlled. He loves being a little submissive bitch.

I took my right foot and moved it towards Jakey's big bull balls. I started
pressing on them with a little force which made Jakey groan sending a wave
of pleasure through my body. I applied more pressure this time which not
only made Jakey groan, but also made his cock leak more precum.

"Yeah you like that don't you? Yeah you're such a big muscle boy aren't
you? Getting off on this, huh? You're such a little submissive bottom," I
moaned. All throughout my comments his dick just throbbed more and leaked
more precum.

He was definitely ready for what was next...

"Come on, Jakey, we're going upstairs," I commanded.

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End of part 1. Stay tuned for part 2. Comments are always welcome:
davidgaingridge@gmail.com