I’m here. I eagerly sent the message to the man on Tinder. I stared for a few moments, with no luck.
I looked around to see someone that I could recognize, but with only body shots and bulge pics on his profile, it was hard to tell which could be him.
Various male forms waited at the entrance to the restaurant. My eyes quickly filtered out the ones that seemed too short, or too bulky.
Too had I couldn’t filter them by cock sizes.
My heart dropped.
None of them matched the DL man I talked to on the app.
His anonymous profile said that he had a wrestler, and his build definitely matched that. I imagined smothering myself into his chest, breathing in his sweat.
But I knew it was too good to be true. My cock dragged me here on solely a fantasy.
My phone vibrated.
In the restroom. He finally responded.
I sprinted towards the nearest bathroom I saw, in between the restaurant and the hotel lobby.
I didn’t know it his message was an invitation or an explanation. But I couldn’t wait any longer. I needed to meet him.
As approached the door, the single stall lock showed unoccupied.
Could he have been in a different restroom? Should I have just waited at the restaurant?
But I was already there, might as well take care of business.
If he did finally make it, I didn’t want to have to excuse myself and miss any of my precious time with him.
“Oh, sorry I -” My voice sputtered out as I saw the man standing in the middle of the restroom. He faced away from me, hands at his collar.
When he turned, and my mouth fell ajar.
I faced a god.
His hair was a dark brown, short and clean cut. He wore a blue button shirt that was partially unbuttoned.
His arms bulged, straining against the slim cut shirt.
As he continued to unbutton, I noticed what he wore underneath.
“My college wrestling singlet,” he said breaking the tension.
“I, uh, wow.” Was the first thing I could think of. ”It looks nice on you.”
But that was an understatement. His muscles and abs bulged out from the tight spandex, ab lumps snuggled by the red fabric.
He slid out of his shirt, revealing the black trim around the rest of his singlet.
He hung his short on a hook, and took a step towards me.
My eyes drifted down towards his bulge. Even though he wore pants, I could see the outline of his cock.
It really was that big in person.
I didn’t know if i could fit it in my hand, let alone my mouth.
And it wasn’t even fully hard.
When I saw his profile, I wondered why his pics always showed his cock soft.
But something about knowing how my raging cock could never reach the size of his made it try harder.
As he closed in on me, I could smell him. The manly musk mixed with a hint of sweat from a arduous workout.
“My name‘s -”
“That doesn’t matter,” he said. Instead of grabbing my outstretched hand, his past mine and wrapped around my side.
His thick hand rested against my lower back as he pressed against me, pushing me into the door.
His other hand went to the side of my head and I heard the lock of the bathroom click.
“We should probably get to our table,” I started.
“You should probably do as your told.” He said, not missing a beat. “Strip for me.”
My mouth opened to protest, but my hands moved faster to pull off the rest of my clothes.
There was a disconnect between my brain and my body.
I didn’t understand it then. But it felt right.
Beneath my clothes, my tiny white thong was the only thing shielding my bulge from the massive jock pressed up against me.
“Is that it?” The wrestling god laughed.
I clenched my jaw.
I knew how big he was before hand.
I knew he would probably turn me away; just like all the other ones had done once they saw what I was hiding.
But I was so desperate for him. I thought if I was desperate enough, he wouldn’t care about my size.
But he did.
My head hung down, and I saw that my cock had already tented out in front of me, pushing the fabric mere inches away from me.
I looked pathetic next to him.
“I’m sorry,” I said, cheeks flushed.
His hand slapped my tiny bulge, snapping it to the side. The pain shot through my crotch up to my abs, and my body doubled forward from the pain.
He hit me several more times in different direction and I fell forward into his arms.
I couldn’t hold it.
“Please… I’m going to…”
But it was too late.
The stream already started.
Piss drenched the front of my thong, a yellow stain growing across. It dribbled through the thin fabric, creating a small puddle on the ground.
“I guess I can’t expect much from such a tiny dicklet.”
I quickly pulled up my pants, hoping that the urine wouldn’t seep through too much. I could feel the liquid transfer to the denim of my jeans.
“I should go,” I said pulling my shirt on. I wanted to change out of my soiled clothes.
And I didn’t know if I could handle any more humiliation.
Dicklet. I had never heard that before.
But I knew exactly what it meant.
“You said you’d take me to dinner. I want dinner.” He glared at me.
I looked down at the stain on my jeans. It was noticeable, but maybe I could pretend it was water from the sink.
I felt blood rush to my head. What the hell was wrong with me.
Why couldn’t I just leave?
“Move,” he said as he unlocked the bathroom door. He grabbed me by the hand, jerking me to follow behind him.
He buttoned the rest of his shirt as we made our way back to the restaurant.
Instead of waiting in line behind the other patrons, he walked straight to the host.
“Reservation for two. Peyton.”
Peyton, I repeated the name in my head.
God how lucky I was to be on a date with Peyton.
But I almost ruined it with my tiny dicklet.
I needed to do everything I could to make sure that nothing else went wrong.
That nothing else would jeopardize my chances with him.
We were seated immediately and a waiter came over to take our order.
Peyton wasnt lying about being a wrestler. He definitely ordered like one. Appetizer, drink, entree. It was like everything he saw he ordered.
When it came to my turn…
“He’ll just have a water.”
I didn’t protest.
I couldn’t protest.
All I could do was I sit and watch as my owner ate his whole meal. My mouth watered as he downed steaks, shrimp, and various other seafood.
He looked up to me one eyebrow raised. “Don‘t look at me like that. You’ve got to be ready for later.”
My heart jumped.
I didn’t know what he meant by that but food was no longer on my mind.
If being with Peyton for just one night meant not being able to eat, then I would starve myself for the rest of my life just on the chance to be with him again.
After he finished and paid, he guided me out of the restaurant. The stain on my pants was nearly dried, but I knew people could still see it.
And if they couldn’t, they could definitely smell it.
I wondered if they knew who Peyton was.
Or what I was.
We walked over to the elevator and he pressed the up button.
“Oh are you staying at the hotel?” I asked.
He didnt say a word as he typed away on his phone. I tried to get a look, but his screen was dark from my angle.
I thought of asking what he was doing, but I bit my tongue.
I couldn’t take any chances.
The elevator dinged when we got to the top floor. I followed him down the hallway to a room at the far end.
But the door was already unlocked and slightly ajar.
“Is someone else here?” My voice squeaked.
Still no response.
But I followed him anyways.
I should have known what to expect. Kings like Peyton lived differently.
A couch sat in front of a massive TV, and a bed was in the corner of the room.
In the back, I could make out a glass door overlooking the city night.
To my surprise, there was another man outside. He stood from his seat in the hot tub, straining his neck to see us.
My jaw dropped as he dried himself off, his tight swimmer build glistening from the water and the moonlight.
His short cut blue swim briefs hugged his hips as they swayed from side to side. Massive thighs pushed his ass cheeks outward.
He smiled at us, looking me up and down.
“Hey Derrick, this is the new boy I told you about.”
“Derrick,” I repeated. I couldn’t make out any more words, mesmerized by his body.
He had a smaller frame than Peyton, with defined abs. Bulky biceps and triceps lined his arms.
And that cock… I couldn’t believe it. But it looked even larger than Peytons.
I trained my body for years, following the best routines backed by science.
All in hopes to compensate for the thing about my body that turned men after men away.
Yet his bulge nearly matched the size of my forearms.
Before I knew it, the wrestler trailing behind me had stripped from his clothes, leaving just his singlet.
Derrick was already on his knees in front of me, pulling my pants down to my ankles.
They weren’t just bigger than me. They were faster.
They were better.
He snorted. “Youre right, that Is the smallest dick I’ve ever seen.”
I bit my tongue.
The words stung again.
“I don’t think we can even call it a dick,” Peyton said. He kneeled next to the swimmer, holding a pinky out.
My bulge was shorter than his pinky.
“Wow, it’s thinner than my pinky.”
I gulped. My eyes were starting to water.
Was this the reason they brought me here?
To humiliate me?
They both laughed. Derrick wondered if it would “disappear in the cold.”
“Sorry. If you’re not happy with it, I’ll just leave.” I said, bending forward to grab my jeans.
Peyton slapped me across the face.
“Did I say you could leave?”
I shook my head.
“He asked you a question.“ Derrick’s voice dropped.
“No sir. Sorry sir.”
I didn’t know why I added sir.
They didn’t tell me to.
But somehow I knew I had to.
And I also didn’t know why my cock was throbbing and my balls were begging to be released.
I was being emasculated. All I felt was shame.
But I deserved it. For even thinking I could be in the same place as my new masters.
“He’s wet.” Derrick said as he pinched the tip of my cock with his thumb and index finger. “A tiny clit dick is destined to live its life as a piss slut.”
I shuddered.
He pressed his fingers together harder, nearly sending my erection back into my body.
Peyton moved behind me, his frame towering above my shoulders. He grabbed the waistband of my thong, lifting me off the ground.
“Umph,” I grunted as I almost fell forward. But Derrick was there to hold me up.
My thong wedged deeper between my cheeks as they carried me over to the bed.
They set me down first, Peyton stretching the fabric harder as he positioned himself above me. I felt like my body was going to tear in half.
His crotch rested right against my face. It was close enough to smell, close enough to drool for.
But not close enough to taste even when my mouth opened on its own.
He pulled harder on my thong, lifting my ass into the air.
Behind me I felt the swimmers weight press on my lower body to keep my legs from swinging. Hands spread my thighs outward as Derrick pressed his bulge against the tiny string barely holding on to me.
“Fuck, it’s huge,“ I groaned. Peyton pulled my face, burying it into his crotch before I could finish.
“I can’t tell if he‘s praising your cock, I bet anything would be big to him.”
I moaned into Peyton, inhaling a deep breath. His cock smelled like heaven, mixture of precum and sweat filling my senses.
My hands were pulled behind me. Something wrapped around each wrist. Whatever it was was pulled tightly.
My hands jerked apart, but they couldn’t break free.
I knew trying to would be in vain.
Because I needed to be like this.
Cock to my face, cock to my ass. The only senses I needed were my taste and smell.
The thong string was pulled to the side, replaced with spandex holding Derricks massive cock against my bare hole. He teased it, pushing his bulge in and out.
I gasped.
The precum leaking into his briefs helped it slide in and out.
And each time he pressed inside of me further and further.
It felt so wet, I thought for a moment that he already came.
But I knew that’s how much precum a real cock makes. Not the tiny dribbles coming from mine.
The crotch of the singlet in front of me was moved, and dark black hairs filled my mouth and nostrils. My vision went dark.
The thick cock pressed past my lips, forcing my jaw wide.
They pushed deep inside, impaling me from both ends. We moved in unison with Derrick’s thrusts. He pressed me up into Peyton’s cock, and Peyton pressed me back down through my mouth with his dick, back onto Derrick‘s.
They rocket me back and forward countless times. I felt my cock grind hard against the bed, foreskin moving up and down with my body.
I needed to hold it in.
It couldn’t end. Not yet. ”Pl-lmph” I begged.
But they were merciless.
Each thrust forced out more and more precum.
My body started to convulse.
But I had to hold it in.
I had to.
“Fuck, fuck, I’m about to cum,” I screamed into my gag.
My body spasmed, sending globs of cum into my thong. It spread through, staining the sheets and my stomach.
My body fell limp.
I was exhausted and used.
The cock in my mouth came out with a pop.
My ass hole clenched as the speedo clad cock was pulled from inside of me.
I was empty without them inside of me.
Peyton flipped me over onto my back before standing next to the bed. Derrick twisted my body so that his partner was standing right in front of me.
With my hands now in front of me, I finally saw the rope holding them together.
”What a fucking whore. Did we tell you to cum?”
At that point my vision was blurred, and I couldn’t even tell who was talking.
“I’m sorry mastera,” I whimpered. “Please I’ll do anything. Please, I’m so sorry.”
Peyton grabbed each of my legs. He quickly wrapped more rope around each of my ankles, making sure I couldn’t move from my position.
“Nothing to apologize for.“ Derrick leaned next to me, biting my ear. “We’re not done with you.”
He pulled his blue speedos off, taking them in his hand.
I could only watch as his blurry fingers dug into the front of the fabric.
He brought them down to my face.
My mouth opened.
He pressed the cum stained fabric down my throat, discarding it inside as he removed his fingers.
I could taste myself mixed with him. It didn’t matter which end he shoved in me because my tongue was already exploring every part of the fabric.
When Peyton shoved his cock into my other gaping hole, it didn’t resist either.
The fabric tickled in the back of my throat.
But the tickle didn’t last long.
Derrick shifted his weight onto each arm, using the leverage to thrust deeper into my throat.
Thrust after thrust into my welcoming mouth.
I gagged, struggling to breathe.
Drool and precum mixed inside my throat, spilling from the sides of my mouth with each push.
Blood rushed through me, down to my aching dicklet. Even though it was completely spent, it tried hardening again.
Peyton started to follow suit with his massive wrestler’s cock. It slid in with less friction than the other, but it still hurt nonetheless.
This time they pressed into me at the same time. My body was compressed between the two dominant jocks as they thrust and pushed back in unison.
Their heads closed in as they shared a kiss. Eyes closed, mouths locked in an endless embrace.
I wasn’t a part of it, but I was grateful for my place underneath them.
They looked down at me, both with open mouths.
Spit hit my cheeks, my eyes. Some of it got onto Derricks cock but he just continued to thrust as it slid down his shaft into my mouth.
They continued their kiss, speeding up their thrusts.
Peyton squeezed my bulge, spreading more of my seed on my pelvis. I didn’t even feel myself orgasm again.
Like he was squeezing tiny lemons dry.
Endless pounding mixed with my seemingly endless squirts.
My thong was so wet. I couldn’t even tell if anything was coming out.
But it didn’t matter.
I didn’t matter.
All that mattered was their pleasure.
Nonstop pressure on my whole body.
“Hhmph,” I let out a heavy groan. My eyes rolled back into my head.
Their cocks burst at the same time, filling my insides to the brim.
Load after load pumped into both my orifices, til they couldn’t hold anymore.
I swallowed as much as I could.
I barely noticed when they pulled out of me.
I laid there, destroyed and defeated.
A hand pulled the swim briefs from my mouth.
Peyton looked right into my eyes softly.
“Ready for another?”
My head lolled forward.
My holes burned.
My body couldn’t handle anymore.
But I nodded anyways.
I would always be ready for them.
He used the spandex to soak up all the cum from my body. Then he wiped it over the entirety of Derrick’s cock inside and out before using it on his own.
He held it in front of me.
I didn’t need to be told anymore.
My tongue already knew its purpose.
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