Note: The inspiration for this story came from a very perverse chapter of American history, the ugly legacy of which we are still struggling with today. A couple years ago, I was reading the book, A Mind of Its Own: A Cultural History of the Penis by David Friedman. It’s very good but also very disturbing. In Part III, A Measuring Stick, he takes on white western civilization’s obsession with the black penis. This is related to white society’s persistent sense of ownership over the bodies of black people and seeing them as objects who are not fully human.

There was one section in particular that chilled me:

Nowhere was this supposed link between the African’s penis and his bestial sexuality cited more often, or more insistently, than in the United States. There, the image of the African enslaved man as a walking penis had another origin separate from speculations emanating from specimen jars or the Bible. This was a strange fact of plantation life revealed to us by a semiliterate soldier named William Feltman. In an entry in his military journal dated June 22, 1781, Lieutenant Feltman, a Pennsylvanian, described a dinner party he attended on a large Virginia plantation. The splendor of the table certainly caught the young officer’s notice. But what really got his attention was the scanty clothing worn by the enslaved boys serving the guests at the table.

“I am surprised this does not hurt the feelings of the fair Sex,” Feltman wrote, “to see those young boys of Fourteen and Fifteen years old to Attend them, [their] whole nakedness Expos’d and I can Assure you It would Surprize a person to see those damned black boys how well they are hung.”

Feltman was not the only tourist to notice. Letters from European visitors to the South…show that it was “common for mature Negro boys to wait upon tables wearing only a shirt not always long enough to conceal their private parts.” These foreign visitors…were shocked by “the casualness with which this exposure was met by [white] hosts, male and female.”

–Pages 117-118, A Mind of its Own: A Cultural History of the Penis by David M. Friedman

Themes: Small penis humiliation, penis reduction surgery, small cock, big cock, hypnosis, mind control, straight-to-gay, top-to-bottom, humiliation

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Chapter 1

It was Kerry Brindall’s idea to haze the team’s newest linebacker, Bronco Holst, after the football game. After a little convincing, his friends Abdul, Ephraim and Nathan were all in, too. None of them cared much for the arrogant jock and were eager to put him in his place. Once all four guys were on board, they waited for Bronco to finish his shower and emerge, still dripping, a towel wrapped around his thick waist. It helped that Bronco always dawdled after practice because the locker room was empty by then. There was no else around to witness their antics.

Kerryl was the team’s center, a tall, muscular and macho jock with an attitude to match his impressive size. He was cinnamon-skinned with tight dreads, penetrating buttery almond eyes and an expressive mouth. He watched Bronco strut into the locker room with a smirk on his handsome face.

“Yo, Bronc!” he called out, spreading his legs on the bench in front of his locker. Like Bronco and his friends, he was wearing only a towel. Unlike Bronco, though, his waist was considerably narrower and his belly much flatter. Kerry was proud of his ripped physique. His skin was lustrous in the fluorescent light, every muscle perfectly delineated. Save for the mop of dreads on his head, the rest of his body was smooth as silk. He kept himself impeccably groomed at all times.

Bronco Holst, in contrast, was a stocky defensive linebacker. He was a quintessential Midwestern corn-fed farmboy, raised in rural Michigan. Of hearty German stock, he matched Kerry’s height but there was considerably more meat on his frame and not all of it was muscle. His eyes were a sharp blue and his hair was blond and short. His butt was nearly as broad as his shoulders and a sizable muscle gut pushed out before him, coated in copious blond fur. In fact, hair and lots of it covered his entire body. It was all blond save for his beard which was tinged with red. As big as he was, people often underestimated both his speed and intellect. The truth was, however, that he had both remarkable reflexes as well as a very penetrating mind. He was the smartest guy on the team…and never let anyone forget it, either.

“What up?” Bronco grunted. 

Kerry winced, seeing right through this pathetic attempt of a white boy to mimic the speech of a black man. Why do they always do that? he thought. Don’t they realize how ridiculous they sound? It didn’t endear Bronco to him. If anything, it made Kerry even more determined to take this big jock down a notch or two.

Beside him, Ephraim, Adbul and Nathan leaned in closer as Kerry watched Bronco with narrowed eyes. Crossing his arms, he inquired, “You ever heard of the football team’s rite of passage?”

Bronco blinked. “Is that like some sort of hazing?” 

“In a way,” Kerry purred, his full lips curving upward with predatory friendliness. “We put all the new team members through it. And you’re new so that means it’s your turn.”

Bronco smiled. Kerry hated to admit but Bronco was a good looking guy and became even more attractive when he smiled. His jaw was square and his chin dimpled. He kept his auburn beard tightly cropped. Even his eyebrows were red, drawing attention to those limpid blue eyes. Everything about the man spoke to his intelligence and casual dominance…and it drove Kerry nuts.

Bronco Holst’s résumé was as impeccable as his playing style on the field which meant he was a rival for the unofficial title of ‘Big Man on Campus.’ When he wasn’t at football practice, he was either studying or doing drills with the ROTC. He seemed to possess unending physical endurance and intellectual capacity and was determined to carry on his family’s proud tradition of serving in the U.S. Marines. Perhaps most annoying was Bronco’s popularity with the ladies; the dude had dated more hot babes than anyone else on the team combined.

“You ready to be hazed, bro?” Kerry prompted when Bronco didn’t reply. “It’ll be quick. All ya gotta do is stare at my watch.” He pushed himself up from the bench and padded over to Bronco, holding out his grandfather’s silver pocket watch.

“Ha!” Bronco guffawed, staring dismissively at the antique timepiece. “That’ll never work! I can’t be hypnotized.” He paused, mouth quirked in amusement. “But if you wanna try, be my guest.” He crossed his big arms and laughed; it was a patronizing rumble that irritated Kerry to no end.

“Glad you’re game,” Kerry muttered through clenched teeth. This dude’s attitude was the worst! “‘Cuz yer going down.”

“Bring it on, man,” Bronco challenged, slapping his muscular chest. “It’s just a bunch of bullshit anyway.”

“Sure,” Kerry replied. “Just bullshit.”

He held the watch in front of Bronco’s skeptical gaze, swinging it back and forth like a pendulum. Bronco’s eyes followed the watch, unblinking. After a few moments, Kerry stopped, withdrawing the watch.

“Bronco?”

The blond jock was standing with his arms at his side, staring straight ahead. His mouth hung open and his eyes were completely vacant.

“Bronco?” Kerry repeated, unable to believe it had been so easy to put the jock under. “You hear me?”

Bronco nodded, face breaking into a goofy grin.

“Good. Now touch yer nose.”

Bronco reached up and touched his nose.

“Bark like a dog.”

The locker room rang with a series of guttural barks as Bronco let loose. He sounded remarkably like a German Shepherd. Kerry grinned. Next to him, Nathan, Ephraim and Abdul were giddy with excitement. 

“Holy shit!” Abdul exclaimed. “It’s working! It’s really fucking working!” 

Abdul was the tallest of the four friends, standing nearly seven feet tall. He was lanky with huge hands and feet and seemed more suited to the basketball court than the football field but he was the fastest running back on the team and possessed an unearthly agility for a man his size. He could also block like nobody’s business. His skin tone was darker, a burnt honey sort of brown, and his eyes sparkled like black diamonds. His face was long and his mouth was wide. He had the face of a scholar and, true to his face, he was the smartest of the bunch…well, next to Bronco, of course.

Nathan was less convinced. “I think he’s fakin’ it,” he pronounced, folding his beefy arms. 

Nathan was the smallest of the group but also the most muscular. With his squat size and fireplug stature, his opponents tended to underestimate him on the field but he was a solid tight end who never let the team’s quarterback, Kendrick Stevens, get sacked. His skin color was the palest next to Bronco’s lily white but he didn’t lord it over anyone and seemed at pains to reassure his brothers that he was just as black as they were. His face was broad and open and his features rounded, giving him a ‘boy-next-door’ quality.

Ephraim leaned back, assessing Bronco. Although he opened his mouth at one point to comment, he soon closed it. This was in keeping with his personality. Ephraim was a mesomorph of average height and build. Everything about him was pretty average and he seemed to like this about himself, being at pains to blend into the crowd. His skin tone was pecan-blond and his hair was light brown and arranged in neat cornrows. Unlike the rest of him, though, his eyes were an extremely memorable tawny gold. He might blend into the crowd but, on the field, he was a total demon, transforming into an ultra-dominant alpha dog. It was fitting that he was the team captain.

Ephriam might be the alpha on the field but Kerry was the alpha off the field, at least when Kendrick, the quarterback, wasn’t around. (And when Bronco wasn’t nipping at his heels.) Right then there was no Kendrick which meant he was in charge. In charge of his friends, sure, but most importantly he was in charge of Bronco Holst.

“He ain’t fakin’!” Kerry insisted, still standing eye-to-eye with Bronco. “He’s really under our control! He’ll fuckin’ do whatever the fuck we tell him to!” To prove his point, he stared Bronco in the eye and instructed, “Bronco, remove your towel.”

Without hesitation, the big jock did so. The towel fluttered to the floor, landing in a damp pile around his big, furry feet.

The locker room erupted in an uproar as the four friends reacted to the sight of the hulking lineman’s complete nudity. When he wasn’t hypnotized, Bronco was extremely self-conscious about being naked, never allowing anyone on the team to see his body completely bare. His modesty was legendary in the locker room, earning him constant ribbing.

Before today, the four friends had discussed this modesty at length, each coming up with their own theory. Kerry, the most vocal, suggested it was because Bronco, despite his hulking size, was ‘hung like a white guy.’ The others weren’t so sure–’A guy that size has gotta be packin’,’ Nathan insisted–but, until now, no one knew for certain. Bronco kept his towel wrapped around himself at all times. He even changed into his jockstrap under his towel. Furthermore, he kept his broad back to the rest of the guys when he was in the showers and hid behind the door of his locker when he was done.

The matter was of such great debate that it was the second biggest reason Kerry wanted to hypnotize him; he wanted to win the bet!

“Look like you were right, bro,” Ephraim conceded as Bronco’s towel hit the floor and he stood completely nude in front of his teammates. “He ain’t packin’!”

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ!” Nathan the Skeptic swore. “You did it, Kerry! You really did it! I can’t believe this shit! It actually worked!” He was more amazed by the fact that Kerry’s hypnosis worked; he’d never really cared that much how big Bronco’s penis was.

“Yeah,” Abdul agreed. “I’m convinced. Un-fuckin’-believable! Guess we know why we never see him with the same girl twice.” He doubled over with laughter, holding his ribs as he gasped, “They take one look at that tiny thing and run the other way! Hahahaha!”

Staring down at Bronco’s ‘prize’, Kerry’s eyes blazed with victory. “Tole ya guys! He’s hung like a peanut! No wonder the fucker never lets us see his pee-pee!”

It was all true.

Bronco Holst might be a titan in terms of height and muscle mass but he was decidedly inferior below the belt. His tiny, circumcised prick stuck out of his forest of blond pubes a mere two inches. Beneath it were a sizable pair of hairy balls but somehow they only made his lack of endowment more obvious.

Kerry’s lips curved into a wicked smile as he was struck by a wicked idea. “Let’s see if he’s a grower, shall we?” He glanced down at Bronco’s little man, snorting with derision, before looking back up. Bronco’s face was blank. It was like he was an animated corpse or something, so dead to the world did he appear. There wasn’t even a hint of embarrassment in his visage.

“Bronco, get hard for us.”

Nathan and Ephraim started to complain, saying they didn’t want to see his erection, but none of them could look away when the impossible happened and the dude’s cock started to plump up on demand. Bronco’s balls drew up in their furry sac even as his cockhead swelled, growing ever fatter until he had a distinct mushroom cap. The rest of his shaft, however, remained the same size, leaving him with a really swollen cockhead but not much else. All told, his stout little guy was only about three inches long.

“Pay up, bros!” Kerry held out his hand expectantly to his fellow teammates. “I win. Tole ya he had less than three inches!”

“Hold on,” Ephraim protested. “You got a ruler? I ain’t gonna pay ya one penny until I see with my own eyes that that little twig is shorter than three inches!”

A minute later, Kerry was once again holding out his hand to his friends. Bronco held a ruler against the base of his cock and it was clear as day that his tiny erection was just shy of three inches. Ephraim, Nathan and Adbul groaned, rummaging in their lockers and slapping cash into Kerry’s open palm.

“Dude, I’m gonna have to Venmo you,” Adbul informed him. “I don’t got no cash.”

Kerry rolled his eyes. “Whatever. Just as long as you pay up!”

Turning back to the still naked Bronco, his eyes raked up and down the dude’s big, furry body. “Bronco,” he pronounced, “you need to go clean up.” He reached behind himself and removed a pair of clippers, shaving cream and a razor from his locker. “Shave off all yer body hair til yer smooth as a baby all over.”

When Nathan protested, Kerry bristled. “What? He too hairy. The dude needs to be bald.”

Even though Nathan hung back at first, it wasn’t long before all four guys had surrounded Bronco, watching in obvious delight as he methodically buzzed all the hair off of his body, leaving a carpet of reddish blonde hair on the tiled floor at his feet. And then he slathered himself with shaving cream and razored his skin completely smooth. When he was done, he stood before them shorn of all hair except for the military crew cut on his head. Even his cheeks were bare.

And so was his butthole.

They had squealed in embarrassed disbelief when he bent over and, squirting shaving cream in his palm, commenced smearing it over his furry ass cheeks and tiny, tight, pink hole. After a few swipes of the razor, his taint, hole and cleft were bare as a baby’s bottom. And so was the rest of his bottom.

Kerry was massaging his crotch openly by this point, tongue hanging out his mouth. The others were nearly as worked up. There was just something about controlling this hapless stud, having him in their power and making him do whatever the fuck they told him that got them horned up. And, of course, there was Bronco’s naked body to lust over. Sure, he might have a protruding muscle gut and really wide hips with a pair of hulking buttocks to match, but something about his body was magnetic and all four jocks lusted after him.

When he stood before them with his shoulders flung back and little, hairless pecker jutting out before him, they were breathless. His body was so pink and nubile! His little nipples were hard, sticking out like little, rosy nubs. And his bellybutton–a rare outie–pushed out from his belly, leaving his tiny member in its shadow.

Kerry’s erection was sticking out against his towel and he made no attempt to hide it. He looked around and saw that he wasn’t alone. All of his friends were in the same position. With a shrug, he tugged his towel loose, letting it fall to the floor. His thick, nine-incher stuck out hard and fat before him. His ebony foreskin was peeled back, revealing a pink, moist glans.

His friends did the same and soon Bronco was ringed by four erections, each one bigger than the next. Kerry’s brow wrinkled slightly when he realized that the shortest of the guys, Nathan, had the biggest dick. How did the little dude rate getting such an oversized club? And he was mostly white, too! But no matter how much he wanted to deny it, Nathan’s massive twelve-incher put the rest of the guys to shame. At least he’s circumcised, Kerry thought, frowning at Nathan’s bobbing hardon.

Now was the moment they’d all been waiting for.

“Suck our cocks, Bronco,” Kerry ordered. “Starting with the shortest which,” his voice trailed off as he examined each of his buddys’ wagging erections, “I guess is me. Jesus! Who’d have thought I’d be the small one?”

The others laughed, elbowing Kerry in the ribs, as Bronco obediently sank to his knees and, opening his mouth wide, launched himself onto Kerry’s cock, sucking like a pro.

“Unnnnnngh!” Kerry moaned, throwing his head back and feeling his balls churn with delight. “Bronco! Have you done this before?”

Bronco looked up at him with his guileless blue eyes and shook his head slightly, not letting Kerry’s masterpiece slip out of his mouth. He sure knew how to handle a cock! Kerry marveled at the softness of his mouth and his ability to deep-throat. He seemed to have no trouble at all swallowing Kerry’s entire nine inches. And Kerry’s rod was thick, too! For Bronco, though, it presented no challenge.

He sucked them all dry, going back for seconds and thirds and fourths until they made him finally stop. When they were done, Bronco’s belly was even more distended from all the cum he’d ingested. He sat back on his haunches, a telltale white glob running out of the corner of his mouth. The four friends were both exhausted physically and exhausted of cum. Kerry’s empty nuts were throbbing.

“Good boy,” Kerry praised, reaching out to pat the still kneeling Bronco on the head. Bronco waggled his big bottom like an eager young pup. “Yer a good lil’ cocksucker! One of the best I’ve ever met!” Bronco beamed at this praise, blue eyes alive with happiness.

Kerry watched him as he mopped his deflating cock with his towel. There was a puddle of Bronco’s cum spreading across the floor between the big jock’s knees. It looked like he’d cum at least a dozen times while he’d been sucking. This pleased Kerry to no end.

He pushed himself up off the bench and wrapped his towel around his waist. Locking eyes with Bronco, he said, “That was a good start, Bronc, but we’re not done yet.” Beside him, his friends stirred, confused. The agreement was that they would only hypnotize Bronco once and then let him go.

“Stand up and wipe yerself off,” Kerry instructed. When Bronco did as he was told, Kerry added, “And wrap your towel around yerself. Oh, and it’s fine if you go flaccid now. We’re done with the cocksucking…for now.”

With difficulty, Bronco managed to tuck the towel around his massive waist. The towel, however, was quite precariously attached and looked like it could fall to the floor at any moment. His nub poked against the terrycloth fabric, so small that it was difficult to tell if he was still hard or not.

Kerry’s grin deepened and he moved closer to the pink-faced stud. “Now, Bronco, I got some important instructions for you before I release you. Listen closely, Ok? Here’s what I want you to do…”

***

Kendrick Stevens got a call from the campus tutoring center a few days later. “Mr. Stevens,” the woman on the other end of the line pleaded, “we need you! We got a special case here and only you can help us out.”

His brow furrowed. He hadn’t intended to tutor this semester; he was too busy with classes and football. “What’s goin’ on? Why do you need me? Aren’t there tons of other tutors out there?”

“You’ll see when you get here. Can you come by today at 2pm? He’ll be here then.”

Kendrick debated what to do. Finally, though, he decided to give in and see this ‘special case’ for himself. “Sure, I’ll be there.”

“Thank you so much, Mr. Stevens! We’ll pay you an extra five dollars an hour, too. It’s really important that you help this guy. His future depends on it!”

Two o’clock rolled around and Kendrick was standing in the front offices of the tutoring center. A young woman seated at the desk before him rolled her eyes backwards toward the study room behind her. “He’s in there.” When Kendrick started to move past her, she added in a whisper, “Just a warning: He’s weird. Real weird.”

Kendrick nodded, uncertain what this meant. He put on his usual game face, though, when he entered the room, smiling broadly and holding out his hand to the blond guy seated with his back to him. “I’m Kendrick Stevens,” he announced, “your new tutor.”

The young guy–actually, quite a beefy dude from the look of him–turned around and, staring blankly at Kendrick, offered his big hand to him, stating, “Hello. My name is Bronco Holst and I have a micro penis.”

As soon as he uttered the words, he clapped his big hands over his mouth and stared in mortified horror up at Kendrick. Kendrick, hand still outstretched, blinked. Trying not to laugh, he sputtered, “Br-Br-Bronco? Why’re you here?” He decided to ignore the big jock’s strange pronouncement about his inadequate male appendage, saying instead, “I thought you were the top of your class?”

Bronco’s shaved cheeks flamed bright pink. As Kendrick stared, he dropped his face in his hands and held it, rocking back and forth in his chair. He was so beefy, broad and tall that the chair looked child-sized beneath his ponderous bulk. “K-K-K!” he stammered finally. “I-I-I don’t why I said that! I’ve been saying that to everyone I meet and can’t stop myself!”

Kendrick gave him a hangdog grin. He normally hated it when people, especially white guys, shortened his name, but he decided to let it slide this time. “It doesn’t matter. I don’t care about yer size…um, down there, man.” He crossed his arms, regarding the very embarrassed Bronco. “What I do care about is helping you out. What’s the problem, man? Got trouble in one of yer classes?”

Bronco’s face fell. “Try, like, all of ‘em. I’m failing every class, dude! You gotta help me!”

“I’ll do my best.” Kendrick privately wondered how this could be true, though. Bronco was known for being the top of his class in every subject…a fact he never let anyone forget. For him to suddenly fail all of his courses was, well, it was unbelievable.

Bronco was visibly relieved by Kendrick’s offer to help him. Taking out his iPad, he opened up the chemistry textbook and held it out. “They say yer the best chemistry tutor there is. Same with calculus and engineering. I’m ready to learn, man, if you’ll teach me.”

Kendrick flicked through the chemistry chapter and, finding the quiz at the end, sat down next to Bronco and pulled his chair over until their big shoulders were pressing together. Kendrick was a big guy, too, although not quite as beefy as Bronco. He was tall and lean and muscular with chestnut skin tone, a buzzed Afro and handsome, if somewhat blocky, features. His amber eyes were large and soft, belying his reputation as a tough-as-nails quarterback who never balked under pressure. He was known around school as the second most desirable man on campus. Second, that is, to none other than Bronco Holst. He never paid much attention to the gossip, though, only musing about it as he leaned forward and took note of Bronco’s blunt, yet pleasing features. He could see why the dude was considered a catch…not that Kendrick was into guys or anything.

“Here, let’s start with this,” he said, pointing to the quiz. “Can you answer the first question?”

It was the strangest thing. He watched in startled surprise as Bronco’s sharp focus faded as soon as his eyes landed on the tablet. His blue eyes grew foggy and his mouth fell open. A rope of drool slid down his lips and he opened his big maw, rumbling in a bovine voice, “Duuuuuh, I dunno. Me so thoopid!”

Kendrick stared at him, convinced that Bronco was fucking with him. As he stared skeptically, Bronco’s face went pale and he looked over at Kendrick with utter confusion.

“Oh, god!” he exclaimed. “There I go again! It’s the same as when I tell everyone about my…my…um, my, well, you know.” He rolled his eyes significantly down toward his crotch. “As soon as I get in class or try to study, my brain just sorta empties out and I can’t even put a coherent sentence together!”

If it weren’t for the sincerity written across Bronco’s features, Kendrick would have doubted him. But there was no trace of mischief or deceit in those clear, blue eyes. Bronco was completely guileless. And, what was more, his voice was filled with astonishment. Kendrick knew he wasn’t fooling around.

Nodding, he mused, “It’s possible you’re experiencing an anxiety attack or something. I’ve tutored other guys like you. Well, sort of like you. They were all super smart but, as the semester progressed, their anxiety built and built until finally they were completely frozen in class.” He shrugged, adding, “It happens from time to time to pretty much everybody. The only cure is to learn the material inside out so that you remember the answers no matter how anxious you become.”

Bronco was watching him eagerly, hope kindling in his eyes. He really is pretty cute, Kendrick caught himself thinking. Too bad he’s straight and I’m straight, too! As soon as he thought this, however, he tossed the idea out of his head. What the fuck was he thinking? He was as straight as they come! Even as he rejected the notion, though, he could feel his big man stiffening in the crotch of his too-tight jeans. He shifted nervously, hoping the outline of his fifteen-incher wasn’t visible as it crept inexorably down his pant leg.

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Chapter 2

“S-s-s-sorry, K!” Bronco stuttered after an hour of fruitless tutoring. “Me dumb! Me dumb as fuck!”

Kendrick pursed his lips. “Would you stop with the ‘me-so-dumb’ shit, man? You ain’t dumb! Yer one of the smartest guys I know!”

Bronco lowered his head, ears turning the most adorable shade of pink. When he looked back up and met Kendrick’s eyes, his face was full of confusion. He looked so innocent, almost childlike, and so vulnerable that Kendrick felt his heart melting inside his chest. When tears filled his blue eyes and ran down his long, auburn lashes, splashing onto his smooth cheeks, Kendrick couldn’t stand it. He reached out and took Bronco’s face in his hands, thumbs drying away those tears. Bronco stared back at him, ashamed, before dipping his head again, unable to meet Kendrick’s gaze.

Kendrick cleared his throat, feeling his cock stiffen even further. He’d had a raging hardon ever since he sat down and it was only getting more insistent the longer the tutoring session lasted. What the fuck was wrong with him? Bronco was in a bad way and he was getting off on it!

Even so, Kendrick couldn’t stop himself from putting his big hand on Bronco’s back and rubbing gently. The big jock instinctively leaned into his touch, rolling his giant shoulders and letting out a contented sigh. This only got Kendrick hornier and he withdrew his hand again, shaking his head at himself.

“You juss got a brain-block is all,” Kendrick explained, nostrils flaring as he caught the dude’s potent man-scent. Bronco smelled like sandalwood, mint and sagebrush. It was an almost intoxicating aroma. Kendrick willed his erection to subside, shifting in his chair and trying to hide the evidence. When your cock is over fifteen inches long and fat as a firehose, though, it’s pretty hard to conceal. He was certain he’d caught Bronco staring down at it several times and that only made the experience worse. “Look, I’ll go talk to yer professors, Ok?” he offered. “They’ll work with the tutoring center to set up a special learning plan for you. I promise that you’ll pass your classes, man!”

The wide-eyed expression of relief on Bronco’s face was worth more than all the money in the world. The massive jock turned to him, face suffused with gratitude and eyes big as a puppy’s. “Th-Th-Thank you, K!” he stammered. “Y-Y-Yer the best!”

Kendrick stuffed his mutinous cock out of sight, grimacing in pain. “S’Ok, man. S’Ok. Now let’s go. We got football practice in a half hour, right?”

Bronco jumped. “Oh, yeah! Fuck, we do! I totally forgot!” In his haste, he tumbled out of his chair, almost landing in a pile on the floor before he righted himself. Once standing, he extended a big hand to Kendrick and helped him up. 

Kendrick staggered to his feet, erection plastered down the length of his jeans. He hurriedly stuck his backpack in front of himself but not before Bronco’s eyebrows raised in surprise at the sight. The big jock swallowed, Adam’s apple jerking up and down on his throat. He looked away, his freshly-shaved cheeks glowing pink.

They walked to the athletic complex in awkward silence. Kendrick felt like he was lurching along like a zombie, his long and stiff cock sticking down his pant leg nearly to his knee. For his part, Bronco moved like a man broken inside. His usual cocky swagger was gone and he seemed almost timid, hiding behind Kendrick as if he was using him for cover. It was really endearing and didn’t do anything to help Kendrick’s erection deflate.

When they entered the locker room, the place was abuzz. Guys were hunched around their lockers, whispering and snickering to each other. All eyes went straight to Bronco as soon as he shuffled in. He kept his head down; his cheeks were burning pink. 

Are they talkin’ bout him? Kendrick wondered, eying his teammates suspiciously. There appeared to be four hives of activity in the room and they were centered around Kendrick’s frat brothers, Kerry, Abdul, Nathan and Ephraim. They fell silent as soon as they caught Kendrick staring and turned somewhat sheepishly back to their lockers. The rest of the guys followed suit, studiously avoiding Kendrick’s gaze. Hmmm…Sumthin’s sus ‘round here, he thought. Very sus.

He took up position in front of his locker, unbuttoning his shirt and hanging it up on a hook. Bronco followed him and did the same, pulling his t-shirt over his head and tossing it in his locker next to Kendrick’s.

Kendrick turned, eyes widening when he saw Bronco’s shaved torso. The dude’s muscle gut and protruding pecs were completely smooth and his pink skin looked soft and tender as a newborn babe’s. It was disorienting, to say the least. The big dude’s furry bod was legendary in the locker room!

He was opening his mouth to ask Bronco about it when Abdul, whose locker was adjacent, looked over at Bronco and said, “Hey, Bronco! How’s it hangin’ today?”

Immediately, Bronco straightened and turned toward him, chirping, “Hi, I’m Bronco Holst and I have a micro penis!”

This was met with stunned silence. Bronco clapped his hands over his mouth and turned beet red with embarrassment. And then the place erupted into raucous laughter as every guy present lost it. Gales of laughter echoed through the room. More than one jock was doubled over, clutching his stomach and guffawing. It was so loud that Kendrick had to clap his hands over his ears.

Bronco and Kendrick were the only two guys who weren’t laughing. Kendrick looked from his out-of-control teammates to Bronco, glowering in irritation. Bronco’s hands were still clasped over his mouth and he appeared to be on the verge of tears once again.

He opened his mouth and yelled, “KNOCK IT OFF!”

Silence.

Everyone looked at Kendrick in surprise. They’d never heard him assert himself so stridently before. He was known for being the ‘strong and silent’ type with an understated air of authority. His true dominance only made an appearance at rare moments on the field when he seemed to possess an almost Zen-like grace and dogged determination. A quiet man, he led from behind mostly, nudging his teammates to bring out their best. He was in many ways the opposite of Bronco whose ostentatious ego and narcissism were legendary.

Right now, though, their roles seemed to have reversed and it was Kendrick who radiated male power and dominance. One didn’t even need to look at him to be cowed; he seemed to burn like an angry furnace and people edged away from him as if they were getting singed by his fire.

Bronco was huddled behind him, trying to make himself as small as possible. At another time, it would have struck Kendrick as humorous because the jock was so huge that it was really quite impossible for him to go unnoticed. Right then, though, the sight made his heart twist painfully in his chest.

Kendrick turned and, placing his hands on the big jock’s shoulders, soothed, “It’s Ok, Bronc. Juss ignore ‘em. They’re juss a bunch of assholes! Don’t matter how big you are down there. Yer still the best defensive lineman we got!”

Bronco swallowed, blinking back tears of shame. “Th-Th-Thank you, K!” he squawked, his normally deep bass voice coming out a couple octaves higher. “Thank you!” He straightened up, squaring his shoulders and turning back to his locker to resume undressing.

He had only just bent over to step out of his jeans when the locker room once again exploded in a cacophony of laughter. Anger reignited, Kendrick looked around, glaring at his teammates. He had opened his mouth to yell at them again when he happened to glance down and see what Bronco was wearing under the skin-tighter denim.

“Bronco!” he exclaimed. “What the fuck kinda undies you wearin’?! Are those–?”

Bronco looked back at Kendrick over his shoulder, brows furrowed. “They’re my boxers,” he started to say before his eyes followed Kendrick’s. Letting out a yelp of shock, his hands jerked and he struggled to pull his jeans back over his decidedly voluptuous ass. He lost his balance, though, and pitched forward. He would have gone sprawling on the floor if Kendrick hadn’t caught him by the elbow and hauled him back up.

They stood there, surrounded by a crowd of laughing jocks, everyone staring at the microscopic pair of pink panties adorning Bronco’s thick waist. The tiny triangle of fabric over his crotch made his complete absence of a bulge blatantly obvious. Kendrick realized in surprise that there was barely even a bump down there. In fact, it looked more like a mound. The same kind of mound you’d see in women’s panties. A pussy. It looked like Bronco had a pussy!

And that wasn’t all.

Wait. Is that a…tattoo?!

Kendrick nearly keeled over and had to hastily grab the door of his locker to steady himself when he beheld the fresh tattoo emblazoned on Bronco’s smooth pubes. Located directly over his nonexistent bulge, the design was of a luridly-colored piece of wedge-shaped Halloween candy. Bold script above it read, “CANDY CORN.” And, as if that weren’t enough, a pink arrow pointed directly down at Bronco’s little boy clit.

Bronco gaped down at himself, eyeballs popping out of his head as if only just noticing that he had a tattoo over his crotch. (But, Kendrick wondered, how could he get a tat and not know it? It don’t make no sense!) Watching his stunned reaction, though, it was obvious that Bronco was just as shocked and horrified by his lacey pink panties and ugly tattoo as everyone else. He lifted his head and fixed Kendrick with a baleful stare, eyes round as saucers and face blazing crimson.

“K-K-K!” he cried. “What happened to me? Why am I–?” His voice broke off as he found himself unable to complete the sentence. Immediately, he clapped his hands over his crotch and hurled himself at his locker as if he wanted to jump inside and close the door.

Unfortunately, that meant that his bare ass was exposed for everyone’s inspection. The pink panties were thong-style and the guys were treated to the sight of Bronco’s naked globes and the tiny string riding up his ass crack. Joining up with the narrow, filigreed waistband, that pink string formed a very girly whaletail. Kendrick had done more than his share of whistling at women clad in such attire; this, however, was the first time he’d ever seen a guy with a whaletail.

Kendrick swallowed, tongue thick in his throat. He couldn’t stop goggling at that man-sized ass clad in only a thong. It was almost worse than if Bronco had been completely naked. He was so mesmerized by the sight of the big jock’s bubble butt and thong floss that he almost missed the other tattoo.

He blinked, certain he was seeing things. 

But his eyes did not deceive him. Apparently, Bronco had gotten a companion tattoo to the one over his pubes. This one was a tramp stamp on the small of his back directly over the thong’s waistband. A highly-skilled tattoo artist had stenciled a phallic ear of corn that pointed suggestively downward. “CORNHOLE” was written in bold, black letters above it. There was no need for an arrow this time; the long ear of corn was more than sufficient to get the point across.

Bronco hunched over, his big ass cheeks splayed wide, as he curled up, trying desperately to hide. This position, of course, only made his predicament worse and the laughter rose to a fever pitch. Belatedly snapping out of his state of shock, Kendrick stepped behind Bronco, blocking the prurient view and turning to confront his teammates. “THAT’S ENOUGH!” he shouted, crossing his arms and glaring. “LEAVE HIM THE FUCK ALONE!”

For a second time, the room fell silent. 

Kendrick stayed put, fixing everyone with his fiery gaze and daring them to laugh again. No one did but occasionally the silence was punctuated by a gleeful chuckle. Bronco was not a popular guy on the team. The others tolerated him because he was such a bad-ass linebacker but this didn’t mean they liked him. He’d alienated just about everyone over the past few months with his cocky attitude and stifling hauteur. Seeing him laid low in such an embarrassing fashion was a truly gloat-worthy opportunity. His humiliation was like blood in the water for a school of famished sharks.

“Bronc,” Kendrick urged when the room had gone silent and the guys turned back to their lockers, “here, lemme help you.” He grabbed a towel and held it up in an impromptu privacy screen, allowing the big jock to peel out of his clothes and take off the incriminating pair of panties. He kept his gaze averted out of politeness but he could feel Bronco looking at him, his blue eyes filled with tears. It nearly broke his heart.

It seemed to take an eternity for Bronco to get dressed in his practice uniform. When he was done, however, Kendrick noticed with a surge of empathy that the tattoos were still clearly visible. In front, the candy corn tat shone like a neon sign and, in back, the ear of corn was prominently displayed between the girdle of his hip pads. His orange and black jersey was too short to cover his midriff!

Bronco stared unhappily down at himself, adjusting his tights to no avail. Finally, he gave up. There was nothing he could do. His tattoos were on permanent display.

Kendrick turned back to his own locker, freezing in embarrassment a moment later, his hands on the button of his jeans.

“Whatsa matter?” Bronco asked, sounding like a forlorn child. “Need help?” He reached out as if he was going to unzip Kendrick’s jeans for him.

“NO!” Kendrick shouted, dancing away from him. “I’m fine! I don’t need no help!”

Bronco’s lower lip was thrust out. “I’m sorry, bro,” he mumbled, dejected. “I was just tryna–”

“I know!” Kendrick exclaimed, cursing his bad luck and unnaturally sensitive penis. “It’s OK. Just lemme be for a sec. I juss need a minute to myself is all.”

He turned his back to Bronco and took a few deep breaths, willing his enormous erection to go away. Sometimes it really sucked having a huge dick with a dirty mind of its own! When Bronco placed a warm hand on his back, he braced as if scalded, hissing, “Don’t! Please don’t touch me!” He didn’t need to see Bronco’s crestfallen face to know that his words were the equivalent of kicking a puppy. Forcing himself to soften his tone, he soothed, “I’m fine. Really, Bronc. Don’t worry ‘bout me!”

His cock was just starting to soften when Coach Garcia strode into the locker room, surrounded by a gaggle of assistants. “Alright, men!” he called out. “Let’s huddle!” He paused, looking around the room. When his eyes landed on Kendrick, his brow furrowed and he chided, “C’mon, Stevens! Whatsa matter? Why aren’t ya dr–” His voice choked off as he got a load of Bronco standing next to him. His mouth fell open at the sight of the salacious tattoo inked on his shaved belly and he sputtered, “Bronc! What da fuck, man? Why’d ya–”

“Hi!” Bronco piped up, interrupting Garcia. He sounded like a robot on uppers. “My name’s Bronco Holst and I have a micro p–”

Kendrick tackled him, throwing his hand over his mouth. They fell on the floor in a pile at the coach’s feet. Kendrick was lying atop Bronco and could see the jock’s eyes go wide as he stared back in surprise at him. Kendrick didn’t give a fuck. He kept his hand firmly over his mouth. “It’s for yer own good!” he hissed, smothering Bronco beneath him. “Just keep yer mouth shut!”

It took him a moment to realize he’d misinterpreted Bronco’s reaction. The big jock wasn’t shocked by Kendrick’s hand over his mouth at all. In truth, he was grateful to Kendrick for preventing him from announcing his insignificant genital size to the coach. No, it was quite a different sensation that made his eyes bug out of his head. A sensation further down his body. Specifically, the sensation of something very long, very large and very fat pressed against his thigh. And it was throbbing.

Kendrick felt his entire back go hot. Beads of perspiration gathered on his brow and trickled down his face as he stared helplessly into Bronco’s eyes. He lifted his crotch slightly, easing the pressure of his erection against Bronco’s crotch but he couldn’t get up. No, getting up with his massive cock lodged like an illicit tubesteak down his pants would only make matters worse.

“For Chrissakes!” Coach Garcia barked. “What the fuck has gotten into you two? Stop copulating and get up this instant! This is football practice, not an OnlyFans session!”

If the coach only knew how close to the truth he was! Kendrick and Bronco stared at each other, wide-eyed. Neither dared to move a muscle, though. The ominous silence stretched. Kendrick’s entire body was covered in a sheen of sweat by then. And his cock was throbbing demonically. 

Just when Garcia was ready to blow a gasket, Kerry stepped in. 

Dropping a towel on top of Kendrick’s back, he stood between them and the coach, explaining, “K’s juss helpin’ Bronco out.” He cast a glance behind him at Bronco, smiling wickedly.

“Helping?!” Coach Garcia spat. “How the fuck is he helping?!”

Kerry turned back around, still smirking. “You see, Coach, ol’ Bronc’s got a, ahem, small problem and K’s covering him…I mean, covering for him!”

Snickers.

Kendrick rolled his eyes, both hating Kerry and feeling grateful for the towel. He lifted his hand off Bronco’s mouth and pushed himself off the floor, holding the towel stiffly in front of his erection. Extending a hand to Bronco, he heaved the big jock up and then stood behind him, blocking the coach’s (and hopefully everyone else’s) view of his lower body.

Coach Garcia gave him the gimlet eye but Kendrick ignored him, ducking behind Bronco’s wide back. He got a stellar view of the dude’s massive ass as he did so, encased as it was by the straps of his jock and the near-transparent Lycra of his white football tights. 

Damn! But do dat boy have a killer booty or what?! 

He suppressed the thought almost as soon as it entered his brain, unable to believe how horned up he was getting. Since when was he attracted to white boy butt?

***

Chapter 3

Kendrick waited for Bronco after practice, standing awkwardly outside the locker room and studying his big feet. His cock was still throbbing uncontrollably in his jeans. His jacket hung off his arm, covering the incriminating evidence of his arousal. He flinched in embarrassment when he looked down and saw a spreading dark spot on his knee, right where the swollen head of his cock was leaking pre like a hose. What da fuck is wrong with me? he thought, face hot. He’s got me all worked up!

His heart leaped when Bronco crept tentatively out of the locker room, looking both ways to be sure no one was around. Kendrick knew why he was acting like this; if the jock met anyone, he would be compelled once again to proclaim his miniscule cock size to them. When Bronco spotted Kendrick, the jock simultaneously relaxed and stiffened. His big, blue eyes were watery and his lower lip was trembling.

“K-K-K?” he stammered. “What’re you doin’?”

It’s now or never! Kendrick told himself, pushing himself off the wall and straightening his shoulders. “Bronco,” he said as evenly as his trembling vocal cords allowed, “would you do me the honor of accompanying me on a date tomorrow? I-I-I, I mean, I’d like to get to know you better.”

Bronco’s face paled and his eyes went round with surprise. “A d-d-d-date? With you?” He paused, emotions cascading over his handsome face. “I-I-I’d love to but I got plans tomorrow. I’m sorry! Take a raincheck?”

Kendrick was devastated. His face fell and his shoulders hunched in defeat before he managed to recover somewhat and school his features. Trying not to sound too hurt, he said, “Sure. Yeah. A raincheck.”

He turned to go, secretly hoping that Bronco would call out behind him, telling him he’d cancel his other plans and that he’d love to meet up with him. But the call never came. He walked all alone down the hallway and out of the athletic center. The night had never felt so dark.

“Yo, K!”

He looked over to see Kerry Brindall detach himself from the shadows on the side of the brick building. The big brother was watching him with a wry expression. Kendrick shook himself, trying to conceal his anguish. “Yeah, whaddaya want, bro?”

Kerr smiled, sensuous lips spreading and his buttery almond-colored eyes alight with fire. “You forget ‘bout the formal dinner tomorrow? Yer best frat bruthas’ll be there.” When Kendrick opened his mouth, obviously wavering, he added, “C’mon, bro! You promised us you’d be there!”

Kendrick had completely forgotten about the formal dinner. His fraternity had all sorts of obscure rites and rituals that he’d never been able to keep straight. The formal was one of them; they held it every autumn. Only the frat officers were invited, not even their dates were allowed to attend. This meant the guests would be limited to Kendrick, Abdul, Ephraim, Nathan and Kerry. 

Unable to keep the reluctance out of his voice, he mumbled, “Uh, yeah, sure. I’ll be there. I juss forgot is all.” He turned to leave, not feeling like being with anyone right then. He just wanted to be alone with his broken heart.

“Don’t forget to wear yer tux!” Kerry yelled behind him as he departed. “It is a formal after all!”

***

Kerry had forgotten to rent a tuxedo and had to rush around the next day in a desperate attempt to find one that fit his decidedly broad frame. He had exceedingly big shoulders and a comparatively tiny waist which made it difficult to find anything off the rack that fit him. Plus, he was a black guy which meant he possessed a, well, let’s just say he was just as gifted behind as he was in front. His ass was nearly as legendary with the ladies as his long hose.

Running late, he rushed into the frat house with the tuxedo slung over his shoulders. When he got to the door, though, he found it was locked. Furious and confused, he pounded on the door, thinking, ‘That fuckin’ Kerry! I’ll bet this is his idea of a joke!’

Expecting to be met by a snickering Kerry, he was completely flabbergasted when an officer of the U.S. Marine Corps, clad in his dress blues, appeared at the door. The man gave him a salute before bowing and opening the door for him.

Kendrick gaped.

It was none other than Bronco Holst.

“Br-Br-Br-Bronco?” Kendrick stuttered. “Why’re you here? And why’re you wearin’–?” His voice broke off as his gaze slid downward and he saw what Bronco was wearing–or, more precisely, wasn’t wearing–down below. “HOLY FUCK!” he yelled. “Where’re yer fuckin’ pants, bro???!!!”

Bronco was completely nude below the waist. His tiny boy dick and surprisingly heavy pair of balls waggled slightly as he continued to salute, apparently oblivious to Kendrick’s shouting.

Kendrick looked around wildly, pushing Bronco back inside and closing the door behind him. Had any of their neighbors spotted him? Bronco’s body was like a block of cement. He stood rigidly before him, staring vacantly straight ahead as if Kendrick wasn’t even there.

“Bronco?” Kendrick waved his hands before the big jock’s stoic face. “Are you Ok? What’s wrong, bro?”

Bronco’s mouth opened but what came out was almost more disconcerting than his silence. “Would the gentleman please allow me the pleasure of escorting him into the dining hall?” Bronco’s gaze never wavered and his deep voice sounded like an automaton’s. He held out his elbow, indicating that Kendrick was expected to take it and allow Bronco to guide him inside.

If it hadn’t been for his lack of pants, Bronco would have looked absolutely stunning in his dress blues. With the jaunty white cap and dark blue, woolen suit coat with its gold buttons and red piping, he was the quintessential Marine. Tall, broad, noble, impeccably groomed and incredibly handsome, he embodied the patriotic ideal of a proud American soldier. His wide shoulders were thrust back and his head was held high. He looked expressionlessly ahead, his square jaw clenched and lips drawn in a flat line.

Try as he might, though, Kendrick was only human and couldn’t help staring down at Bronco’s little guy. He really do got a micro penis! he thought, face hot. He wasn’t shittin’ us! He massaged his suddenly sweaty forehead as Bronco stood stolidly before him, one hand still raised in salute and the other arm stuck out from his side.

“Ah, the guest of honor has arrived!”

Kendrick looked beyond the semi-naked Marine to find Kerry smirking at them. “At ease, Bronco” he ordered. “Kendrick’s gotta get dressed. You can…escort…him all ya like after he’s ready!”

Instantly, Bronco’s shoulders relaxed and he dropped the salute. He continued to stare straight ahead, though. His blue eyes looked completely vacant. It was chilling.

“Kerry, what’s wrong with him?!” Kendrick demanded. “What’d you do?! Is he on drugs or sumthin’?”

“Drugs?” Kerry repeated. “Not really. No, I don’t believe he’s on drugs. It’s sumthin’ else.” As he spoke, he pulled his grandfather’s antique silver watch out of his pocket and dangled it before him.

Kendrick blinked. “You hypnotized him?!” He gaped at his friend in disbelief, the puzzle pieces of Bronco’s bizarre behavior finally clicking into place. “Kerry!” he shouted. “You can’t do dat! It ain’t right!”

“Ain’t right? Ain’t right?” Kerry’s almondy eyes were blazing. “I tell ya what ain’t right, bro. Bronco’s attitude, dat’s what! He too full of himself. We needed to, um, shrink the boy’s ego down to size. And dis is the perfect thing!” He swung the watch gleefully in front of Bronco’s blank gaze. Beneath the brim of his white cap emblazoned with the Marine Corps’ gold insignia, the big jock’s eyes swung back and forth in time with the timepiece’s lazy motion.

Kendrick’s formerly perspiring body had gone cold. “Kerry! I can’t believe you’d do that to him! He don’t deserve it! Wake him up! Wake him up this instant!”

“Sorry, bro,” Kerry laughed. “Ain’t gonna happen. Now go upstairs and get dressed in yer tux. Dinner’s ready to be served.”

***

Kendrick emerged from his bedroom sometime later clad in a starchy, black tuxedo with tails. Even though he felt like a penguin and had serious qualms about attending the formal dinner, he had to admit that the suit fit him really well. It was snug in all the right places, drawing attention to his very fine, very muscular physique. I’m gonna buy me one of these someday, he promised himself. That way, I won’t ever again have to run around like a maniac looking for one that fits!

Bronco was waiting for him at the bottom of the stairs, standing stiffly with his hand still raised in a salute. He turned and held out his elbow to Kendrick as he descended the staircase. Kendrick stared at him, skin prickling with alarm. But, arriving at the bottom step, he nonetheless stuck his hand through Bronco’s elbow and allowed himself to be guided into the dining room.

He nearly keeled over in exasperation when they entered.

His frat brothers, Abdul, Ephraim, Nathan and Kerry–dressed to the nines in fine tuxedos and white bow ties–were seated at a long, mahogany table covered in a spotless white tablecloth and adorned with a golden candelabra with five, white candles. An extravagant banquet of steaming delicacies were arrayed on the table before them, laid out in shining silver dishes.

The table and food, however, wasn’t what got Kendrick’s blood boiling.

No, it was the servants and their attire that inflamed his outrage.

In the corners of the room stood four soldiers, each from a different branch of the U.S. military; the Army, Navy, Airforce and Marines. Kendrick recognized them; they were members of the ROTC on campus, the same as Bronco. They saluted in unison when he entered, jaws clenched and eyes vacant.

Like Bronco, each man wore the formal uniform of his branch of the military.

Like Bronco, they were all naked from the waist down.

Like Bronco, they all had the tiniest peens that Kendrick had ever seen.

And, finally, like Bronco, they were all white.

The veins on Kendrick’s forehead bulged menacingly. “WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?!” he demanded, yanking his hand out of Bronco’s elbow and pointing accusingly at his frat brothers. “THIS IS SERIOUSLY FUCKED UP!”

Kerry, seated at the head of the table, merely gazed back at him, amusement written across his handsome face. “You call it fucked up, bro,” he sighed. “I call it retribution.” He gestured to the naked soldiers standing at attention around them. “Dis the least they can do if you ask me.”

Kendrick’s eyebrows drew together in confusion when Ephraim, Nathan and Abdul nodded in agreement. He couldn’t believe his brothers would do something like this! He stood there, clenching and unclenching his fists, seething with anger. Finally, he shook himself and, speaking in a preternaturally calm tone, he ordered, “Kerry. Un-hypnotize them. NOW! If you won’t, I swear I’m gonna call the police!”

Kerry’s smile deepened. “Really, bro?” he asked in mock indignation. “You’d call da police on yer bruthas? I’m hurt.” He sighed deeply with resignation, pushing himself up off his chair. “But, if you insist! I’ll do it. I’d hate to have my little bro’s delicate morals corrupted.” He pulled out his pocket watch and, walking over to Bronco, held it out before his blank gaze. Swinging it back and forth, he intoned, “Bronco, yer no longer under my control. You may go back to bein’ the arrogant asshole we all know and love so much.”

When Bronco merely continued to stare straight ahead, unmoving, Kerry grew a little agitated. Swinging the watch more forcefully this time, he raised his voice. “Bronco!” he said, snapping his fingers. “Yo, Bronc! Yer no longer hypnotized! Yer free!”

Still no response.

Kerry’s forehead was shining with moisture by this point as he cast wildly about the room. Going from one soldier to the next, he tried…and failed…to lift the geas he’d put them under. None of the soldiers moved a muscle. To a man, they continued to stand at attention, their little pricks barely poking out from their smooth pubes as they stared fixedly at a point far off in space. 

It was unnerving and soon Ephraim, Nathan and Adbul joined Kerry. They grew increasingly frantic when none of the men showed any sign of being un-hypnotized. Begging and pleading vociferously, they grabbed the men by the shoulders, shaking and slapping them, imploring them to wake up.

Initially concerned, Kendrick’s face stiffened the longer these antics lasted. Finally, his left eyebrow cocked and he crossed his arms. Looking at Bronco, he thought he detected the slightest hint of a smile on the big stud’s face. 

Kendrick pursed his lips and turned to his friends, slowly clapping his hands. “Alright, alright,” he said. “Ha ha. Very funny. You got me, alright? You punked me good. Y’all can stop now.”

At first, nothing happened. Kendrick’s friends merely looked back at him, wide-eyed and innocent. But then Bronco couldn’t stand it any longer and he burst out laughing, doubling over and holding his belly. Soon, all four of his pant-less officer friends had joined him. Their stoic expressions cracked and they struggled mightily to keep their mouths closed but soon they couldn’t hold in the laughter and they burst out laughing. Kerry, Ephraim, Nathan and Abdul exchanged glances. Shrugging their shoulders, they turned to Kendrick, faces breaking into vulpine grins. Soon, they were slapping each other on the back, laughing their heads off.

Kendrick stood there, face flaming, until he, too, couldn’t stand it and began laughing at himself. Never in his life had he been played quite like this. He had to admit that Kerry’s ‘little’ joke was funny. Yeah, it was fucking hilarious! 

When he finally gave in and joined in the laughter, Bronco turned to him and, eyes glowing with mirth, caught him up in his big, strong arms and hugged him tight.

And then he kissed him.

***

Chapter 4

“I know you got lotsa questions,” Bronco told Kendrick after the cacophony of laughter had gradually died down. “But let ‘em wait until after dinner, Ok? Right now, me and my ROTC buddies are here to serve you.”

Kendrick’s head was spinning as he tried to comprehend the multifaceted nature of this elaborate hoax. He still didn’t know how to feel about it and, truth be told, he was a little pissed. He was pissed at himself for being so gullible. Pissed Kerry for fooling him. And, yeah, he was still pissed at the ‘joke’ itself. His skin prickled as he looked around the room at the white ‘servants’ who were all naked below the waist, their tiny pee-pees and surprisingly perky buttocks on full display.

When he still seemed reluctant to join the party, Bronco cajoled, “C’mon, K! Lemme take care of you.” To emphasize his ‘caring’, he held out his arms and wiggled his thick waist to and fro, causing his hairless balls to sway alluringly back and forth. His little prick, however, remained stationary. It had no choice; there was nothing there to move! “Please use me however you like! I know you want to take advantage of me!” He winked, adding slyly, “And I know you wanna.”

He was right, of course. As prurient as Kendrick found the entire affair, there was no denying that his big cock was throbbing in his tux. The sight of Bronco’s little boy clit and wide, soft ass really got him turned on! He winced, realizing he wasn’t just hard but he was leaking copious pre, too. He worried about returning the tuxedo to the rental shop with a telltale white splotch on the knee.

“Yeah, c’mon, K! Let him show you his love!” Kerry called out from across the room. Kendrick saw that his frat brother and erstwhile friend was fondling the tiny genitals of the naval cadet. The cadet was grinning, encouraging Kerry’s hands to roam around his lower body. Kendrick noted with both interest and embarrassment that the guy had a really plump, round bottom that jiggled enticingly. “They’re here for our enjoyment. Let ‘em take care of you!”

Around the room, Nathan, Ephraim and Abdul were likewise ‘enjoying’ the company of their personal cadets. Nathan’s Marine had pushed him back onto the table and was pressed against him, tongue deep in his throat as Nathan’s hands kneaded his significant ass cheeks. The towering Ephraim was paired with the smallest of the cadets and the guy was sitting on his lap, gyrating his hips and teasing him with tiny kisses. Abdul and his Air Force cadet had cut right to the chase; the cadet had pushed Abdul down onto the floor and unzipped his trousers. As Kendrick watched with warm cheeks, the cadet straddled the big man and, squirting lube into his palm, slathered his bottom and lowered himself down onto Abdul’s fat cock. Their moans of amorous delight soon echoed through the room.

“That’s what I want you to do to me,” Bronco confided, following Kendrick’s stunned gaze. He slung a heavy arm over his shoulders and pulled him in for a sweet kiss. Pulling away, he continued, “That’s later, though. Right now, would you please just have a seat?” He released Kendrick’s head and held out his elbow.

Kendrick stared at the waiting elbow for a moment before relenting. Bronco led him over to the table and, pulling out his chair, indicated that he should sit down. Kendrick did and then Bronco proceeded to hand feed him from the various platters of delicious food. He wore white gloves and wielded a white napkin, dabbing the corner of Kendrick’s mouth after every bite. The whole time, his blue eyes were filled with the utmost tenderness and affection. Looking at him, Kendrick knew without question that the big jock had fallen head over heels in love with him. By the end of the meal, Kendrick’s feelings were much the same; he never wanted to part from Bronco Holst!

When Kendrick had his fill, Bronco settled his big, squishy bottom onto Kendrick’s lap and allowed him to feed him in return. The weight and heft of that massive, smooth, soft butt nearly drove Kendrick to a hands-free orgasm and his throbbing cock was soon wedged firmly in the stud’s generous cleft. Bronco laughed, bouncing up and down. Kendrick moaned, feeling his cock spurt. His eyes rolled back in his head.

“Time to take this upstairs,” he managed to gasp when Bronco began to show more interest in teasing his cock than eating. “Time for some privacy.” He looked around the dining room as he said this; the other four couples were in various states of lovemaking, not bothering with modesty. Kendrick, however, did not want his special time with Bronco to be in public.

Bronco grew quiet, eyes going round with innocent vulnerability at this proposal. “You’ll be gentle with me, won’t you, K?” he pleaded. “I-I-I’ve never been with a man before and, uh, well, I can, um, tell how…big…you are down there. I don’t wanna get hurt!”

Kendrick smiled, leaning over to kiss his lover on the lips. “Don’t worry, Bronc. Yer in good hands. I’m an old pro at this.”

Bronco narrowed his eyes. “Hmm…I don’t know whether to feel relieved or jealous,” he quipped. The next moment he was laughing, though, and he removed his white hat and placed it on the table before getting up. When he was standing, he leaned over and effortlessly picked Kendrick up from his chair, carrying him out of the room.

“You guys have fun!” Kerry yelled behind them. He was watching them over the shoulder of his cadet who was bent over the table while Kerry drove his nine-incher deep and hard into the soldier’s virgin boy pussy.

Kendrick didn’t reply. He was too busy staring adoringly up at his big, strong man.

***

Once he’d set Kendrick down on the floor inside his bedroom and closed the door, Bronco became shy. He stared down at his feets, cheeks flaming pink. Every once in a while, he’d cast a bashful glance up at Kendrick, eyes full of longing.

“Aren’t you gonna help me get undressed?” Kendrick chided. “I mean, it don’t seem fair that yer bare-ass naked and I’m all clothed.” He held out his arms and jerked his chin at Bronco.

Bronco approached, keeping his eyes on the floor, and very slowly and carefully stripped Kendrick bare. He took his time, exclaiming in awe as more and more of Kendrick’s chestnut skin and burgeoning muscles were revealed. Kendrick’s amber-colored eyes bored into him, searching his face and reading every fleeting emotion.

“Kendrick,” Bronco finally managed to choke. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this to you. I’ve been undressing you with my eyes from the day we first met. I c-c-can’t believe this is finally happening!”

“That’s sweet but can you maybe speed it up a bit,” Kendrick drawled. “I’m gonna have to pay to have this tux dry-cleaned as it is.” He looked down meaningfully at his pant leg as he said where there was a huge, white stain seeping through the black fabric. “You and yer big, fat ass and cute lil’ clit have got me drippin’!”

Bronco’s cheeks went an even deeper shade of pink, but he obediently jerked into motion, unbuckling Kendrick’s belt and unbuttoning his trousers. When he yanked them down Kendrick’s thick thighs–taking his boxer briefs along with them–his eyes grew big as saucers as inch after thick inch of Kendrick’s masterpiece was revealed. His cock was jammed down the length of his pant leg and was fiercely erect. All told, it was more than fifteen inches of highly-desirable man-cock. It sprang upward, nearly smacking Bronco in the eye when it was liberated from its woolen prison.

“Fuck,” Bronco breathed, gazing down at Kendrick’s massive tool. “Yer a god compared to me! Look at how inferior I am!” He thrust his tiny pecker out, pretending to ‘duel’ Kendrick’s longsword. “I don’t even have three inches anymore! Look at me!” His tone was both self-deprecating and wistful.

Kendrick moaned at the touch of that miniscule tadpole. He had to admit that he derived a perverse sense of glee seeing and feeling his superiority below the belt. He liked the fact that Bronco was so small. Liked it that the arrogant jock was rendered completely inadequate when confronted with his giant size.

He wasn’t so far gone, though, that he wasn’t listening intently to Bronco’s words. Pulling his hulking cock away from Bronco’s mini dick, he asked, “What do you mean ‘anymore’? You say that as if your cock used to be bigger.”

Bronco lowered his long auburn eyelashes, whispering. “I did.” When Kendrick stared at him in disbelief, he added, “I got a P.E.A.”

Kendrick shook himself, misinterpreting his words. He motioned behind him to his bathroom door, saying, “If you gotta piss, go for it, man! We’re ‘bout to do the big nasty and yer gonna want to empty yer bladder first.”

Bronco smiled, still not looking up at him. “That’s not what I meant. It’s a military acronym. P.E.A. stands for ‘Penile Equity Adjustment’.”

“Penile Equity Adjustment?” Kendrick repeated. “What the fuck is that?”

“You’ve heard of Affirmative Action, right?” Bronco’s eyes were now on his, holding them unwaveringly. When Kendrick nodded, he explained, “P.E.A. is like that, only for white guys. Affirmative Action levels the playing field for people of color, right? Well, P.E.A. is a mandatory program for all white men upon admission to the armed services. It’s a way of ensuring unit cohesion.”

Kendrick’s eyebrows drew together. “How come I never heard of it? And you still didn’t answer my question: What the fuck is a Penile Equity Adjustment? It sounds–”

“It’s easier if I show you,” Bronco said, extracting his iPhone from the pocket of his uniform. He scrolled through it for a moment before holding it out to Kendrick. “Press play. You’ll see.”

Kendrick accepted the phone and pressed the indicated button. Immediately, a video of young Bronco started playing. In it, the big dude was completely naked, standing in front of a mirror as he recorded himself. Kendrick’s eyeballs nearly popped out of his head when he saw the size of the young guy’s schlong. Bronco’s cock was huge! He was hung like a, well, he was hung like a bronco.

>>I’m super excited!<< Bronco was saying in the video. >>Just got the news today! I’m accepted! I made it into the Marines!<< He paused, shaking his long, thick penis provocatively in the mirror before his tone shifted and he sobered. >>But it also means that I’ve gotta go in and get the…procedure. I can’t say much ‘bout it but<< he looked down unhappily at the massive, half-hard appendage swaying between his thighs >>it means I gotta say goodbye to this<< He looked back up at the camera, blue eyes glistening. >>I gotta give up a couple inches. They say they’ll take me down to average size for a white guy. Sumthin’ like six inches, I guess. That’ll be so weird! But, fuck it! I wanna be a Marine. No sacrifice is too much. And, ‘sides, it’s only a couple inches.<<

“I don’t get it,” Kendrick said, looking up from the phone in confusion. A trickle of sweat was running down his back. “But your dick is nowhere near six–”

“Here.” Bronco took the phone back for a moment. Scrolling again, he located another video and handed the phone back. “Play that one now.”

Kendrick’s hands were shaking as he accepted the phone. This time, the video was of Bronco lying on a hospital bed, wearing only a tiny gown. The person holding the phone sounded like his father. He zoomed in on Bronco’s face as the boy winced in pain; he was clearly waking up from anesthesia after a medical procedure. >>How ya feelin’, Bronc?<< the unseen man asked. >>I’m so proud of you!<<

In the video, the younger Bronco scrunched up his face and moaned. >>Is it done? Ugh, I’m so sore!<<

>>Yeah, all done! Yer a true Marine now like your dad! You’re such a good boy!<<

The younger Bronco looked anything but proud upon hearing these words and instead seemed on the verge of tears. Kendrick watched him take a deep breath before asking, >>Dad, can I see it yet? I wanna see what they did to me.<<

There was a pause as the camera zoomed in on Bronco’s crotch, covered only by the flimsy gown. >>Yeah. They just removed the dressing so it’s a good time. The nurse’ll be back soon so let’s take a look now, huh?<<

Bronco’s hands moved slowly downward. Grasping the hem of the gown, he pulled upward. A wail of disbelief escaped his lips when what was left of his once proud manhood was revealed. Kendrick goggled, nearly dropping the phone in horror. >>It’s gone!<< Bronco sobbed, tears splashing down his cheeks. >>They said they’d only take a couple inches but they lied! They took it all! I don’t even got a stump left!<<

>>Juss like me, son<< his dad soothed, placing a big hand on his shoulder. >>Just like me. Don’t worry, though. It’s a small price to pay for your country! You’re a real man now. A true Marine.<<

The video ended with a closeup of Bronco’s surgically-reduced penis. It was swollen and puffy and covered in stitches. Even so its complete lack of size was readily apparent. Bronco’s huge cock had been chopped down to a mere two-inch nub!

Bronco took back the phone and set it aside. His eyes were filled with shame.

“They do that?!” Kendrick demanded. “They really do that? They make white guy’s–?” His voice broke off as chills ran down his spine. “That’s fuckin’ PERVERSE!”

“It’s standard military procedure,” Bronco informed him. “Happens to every white guy who enters the service. But we’re forbidden to talk publicly ‘bout it. We’d be court-martialed and sent to prison if we ever breathed a word ‘bout it to the press.” He paused, eying Kendrick’s member slyly. “As for whether it’s perverse or not, who cares? I can tell yer big cock likes it and that’s what’s important!”

He wasn’t wrong. Kendrick glanced down at his cock to see it was throbbing painfully between his legs, pointing lustily at Bronco’s tiny nub. As horrified as he was by the U.S. military removing the tools of white servicemen, he also found it a huge turn-on.

“Tell me how worthless I am!” Bronco was begging, wiggling his little guy against Kendrick’s club once again. “Tell me I’m nuthin’ but a big, dumb jock with a ridiculous peanut for a dick!”

A growl built deep in Kendrick’s throat. “You like that, huh?” he grunted, cock spasming. “You like bein’ dominated, Boy?” 

In answer, Bronco threw himself into Kendrick’s arms. Opening his mouth, he devoured him in an urgent kiss. His tongue forced its way into Kendrick’s mouth and he pushed Kendrick back onto the bed. Kendrick’s hands shredded the uniform off of Bronco’s body, the gold buttons spraying over the floor as the coat ripped open. Soon, Bronco was completely naked on top of him, grinding his tiny knob against Kendrick’s superior tool. He bit Kendrick’s lip so hard that it bled. Kendrick responded by slapping Bronco’s big, pillowy ass with both hands.

Determined to make the most out of their lovemaking, he urged Bronco to straddle his face so that his big balls and erect nub were plastered over his face. Then he lifted his lips and took the dude’s equipment completely inside his mouth, finding it easy to do so. One benefit of a lover with a tiny tool was that a blowjob was a piece of cake! He could easily bring Bronco to a thunderous orgasm simply by tracing his tongue around the ridge of his cockhead.

Bronco was a screamer. He hollered out in happiness as his hips bucked forward and he filled Kendrick’s mouth with musky jizz. Kendrick waited patiently, coaxing more and more cum out of him until he was momentarily spent. And then he made Bronco turn around and bend over, pushing his tiny, tight pucker into his face for a good tonguing. Straddling his face, Bronco pushed his big butt backward, meeting his lover’s tongue. He even reached back and peeled his bulky buttocks wide open, inviting Kendrick to slurp his hole.

An exuberant lover, Bronco moaned and groaned so loudly at Kendrick’s every touch that he had soon worked Kendrick very close to orgasm; the sound of the dude’s bellowing was a potent aphrodisiac and it really got Kendrick going. Before he exploded in orgasm, though, he pulled his face out of Bronco’s butt and ordered him to kneel down. Bronco complied, getting down on all fours on the bed and flaring his buttocks to reveal his eager hole. He looked over his sweaty shoulder at Kendrick, eyes pleading.

“Don’t worry,” Kendrick replied as he fished around in his bedside drawer for the bottle of lube he always kept handy. “I’ll be gentle. I want you to enjoy your first time!”

Slathering his aching pole with lube, he carefully retracted his long foreskin and revealed his very sensitive glans. Rubbing a liberal glob of lube over Bronco’s man-bud, he got behind him and grasped him by the hips, slowly pushing his glistening cockhead against those folds of musky flesh. Bronco moaned in anticipation, his tiny butthole flaring open.

Kendrick slid inside.

“UNNNNNNGH!” they both moaned in tandem. “AW, FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!”

Bronco was so tight! And, well, Kendrick was so big! Together, they made the perfect pair and soon Kendrick was working inch after inch of his giant rod into Bronco’s hot hole. His eyes rolled back in his head as Bronco enveloped him, clamping down hard with his sphincter. Fireworks exploded inside Kendrick’s skull.

Over an hour later, he finally succeeded in burying his sword to the hilt inside the slutty Marine’s bottom and then he commenced bucking his hips, driving deeper and deeper. Bronco was drenched in sweat by then and had experienced multiple spontaneous ejaculations before Kendrick reached down between his thighs and tickled his little guy in time with his thrusts. Soon, he’d christened Bronco’s insides with his pungent seed even as Bronco’s pee-pee dribbled cum from his tenth orgasm of the night.

Once they were done, they showered and started all over again. This time, Bronco made a big show of taking the entirety of Kendrick’s shaft inside his mouth and swallowing him down his throat.

“Holy fuck!” Kendrick screamed, balls churning. “You can’t tell me you haven’t sucked cock before!”

Bronco winked, pulling back and letting Kendrick’s fifteen inches dangle in the cool bedroom air. “I’ve been practicing,” he revealed. “I wanted to make sure I could please you. Your friends, uh, helped me.”

“I’ll be they did,” Kendrick muttered, reaching down to muss Bronco’s sweat-drenched hair fondly. “Well, they taught ya well. I’m impressed. No girl’s ever been able to deep-throat me.” He paused, noting Bronco’s narrowed eyes. “And no guy, neither!”

Mollified, Bronco smiled and then opened wide again, taking all of Kendrick inside his throat. Soon, Kendrick was yodeling at the top of his lungs as Bronco treated him to another truly mind-bending orgasm.

***

“So, yer tellin’ me that all white guys who go into the military have their cock’s chopped?”

Bronco winced at his choice of words, snuggling in tighter against Kendrick. Kendrick’s big arm cradled him and Bronco’s nose was nearly buried in his fragrant armpit. “Yeah,” he replied, nodding. “All of us have the same procedure, except for the Navy S.E.A.L.S. They get full-on pussies.”

Kendrick did a double take, searching Bronco’s face for any signs of deception. His lover merely blinked guilelessly back at him with his wide, blue eyes. “That shit’s fucked up!” he exclaimed when he was convinced that Bronco wasn’t lying. “They really give ‘em bottom surgery?”

“Yeah, hundred percent. I’ve seen ‘em. They all have cunts.” Bronco paused, thinking. “It kinda makes sense, right? I mean, the S.E.A.L.S. are an elite force and they can’t afford any distractions. If they had dicks, they’d spend all their time fucking each other and wouldn’t get any work done. This way, they may lap at each other’s muffins from time to time but it’s not the same as if they had cocks. They’re more of a sisterhood. And you know how sisters stick together. Their unit cohesion is legendary.”

“I guess…” Kendrick’s poor brain was having trouble wrapping itself around any of this. He sat up straight in bed the next minute, though, when he was struck by burning question. “Does this mean that Senator Hawley from Missouri–?”

Bronco nodded. “Yep. He’s a former S.E.A.L. so he has a cunt.” He smiled. “Think about it. Our Mr. Senator ‘Men-Should-Be-Men’ has a pussy between his legs. It’s kinda ironic.”

“That’s one word for it.” Kendrick looked off into space, imagining Josh Hawley with a pussy. He shivered theatrically. “I’ll never think of him the same way again.” Shoving the unsavory image from his mind, he lowered his lips and kissed the top of Bronco’s head. “But whatever. I’m juss glad that you’re mine. I had no idea you even liked me!”

Bronco stared at him. “And don’t I know it! Do you realize how hard I tried to get you to notice me and you just looked right through me like I didn’t exist? It was excruciating!”

“I thought you were juss another arrogant prick,” Kendrick admitted. “I’m sorry! It’s juss you got a habit of actin’ all holier than thou. It ain’t ‘xactly attractive.”

Bronco looked away. “I know and I’m sorry. I guess, I’m juss…well, juss insecure. I mean, after they took away my dick, I was really devastated. Don’t get me wrong! I love the Marines and I’m happy to serve my country. I wouldn’t change a thing but losing yer dick is a big blow to a guy, ‘specially when my dick was so big to begin with. The only thing I could do was act all tough and superior to cover my…”

Kendrick stopped him with a kiss. “I know. I get it now. It makes sense. Like I said, I’m juss glad yer with me. I don’t care ‘bout nuthin’ else.”

“Kerry helped me.”

Kendrick looked down questioningly at him. “What do you mean?”

“You wanted to know how we fooled you, right?” Bronco really had a way of eyeballing a guy; the vulnerability in his pale blue eyes was almost painful to witness. “Well, it was Kerry’s idea. Even though you didn’t notice me staring at you, Kerry did. He knew how much I wanted you. The hypnotism thing was his idea. It was his way of both, well, getting back at me and helping me at the same time. You see, he doesn’t like me very much but he adores you and wants you to be happy. He said he couldn’t stand watching me pine away for you any longer and had to do something about it.”

“That’s our Kerry,” Kendrick mused. “He’s both a twisted bastard and a good friend at the same time. I’ve never understood him.”

“You’re right.” Bronco nuzzled against his neck, sighing contentedly. “It wasn’t just you he fooled, either. He fooled Nathan, Ephraim and Abdul, too.”

“How so?”

“He approached me and told me he wanted to fake hypnotize me and fool his friends. When he told me that I’d have to blow ‘em, though, I balked. I wasn’t gonna do it but then he sweetened the deal. He told me that it was a twofer: He’d teach me how to deep-throat a man and he’d also set you up with me. How could I refuse?”

The wheels in Kendrick’s head were turning. “So, he ‘hypnotized’ you in front of them and then ‘made’ you blow ‘em?” He slapped his knee, startling Bronco. “That sick fuck!”

“That wasn’t all,” Bronco continued. “He had me shave all of my body hair off, too. And then he made me get the tattoos.” He gestured down at his denuded pubes and the lurid candy corn tattoo. “Oh, and, of course, I had to tell everyone I have a micro penis and then pretend to be dumb.” He grinned up at Kendrick as he said this, “But I was more than happy to do it! In case you haven’t realized it yet, I really like being humiliated! And you can thank Kerry for helping me discover that ‘bout myself. It makes losing my dick so worth it!”

Grinning deviously, Bronco displayed his amazing acting skills once again. As Kendrick watched, all of the intelligence seemed to drain out of Bronco’s gaze and his jaw went slack. Drooling, he grunted like a caveman, “Me dumb as fuck! Me so thoopid!” And then, adopting a mindless automaton voice, he chirped, “Hi! My name is Bronco Holst and I have a micro penis!”

“God, you gotta stop it ‘cuz yer makin’ me horny again!” Kendrick adjusted his hardening cock between his legs, adding, “And it’s frightening how good an actor you are. You really had me convinced!”

“I took improv classes,” Bronco revealed, beaming at Kendrick’s praise. “Along with some of my buddies in the ROTC. It was pretty easy to convince them to go along with Kerry’s idea for tonight’s dinner, especially after I showed ‘em pictures of Abdul, Ephraim, Kerry and Nathan…and told ‘em how hung they were!”

“Ungh!” Kendrick’s cock was throbbing by this point, inching up his taut tummy and rubbing Bronco’s belly as it inflated.

“Kendrick,” Bronco said, fixing him with his burning gaze and grabbing his cock in his fist, “I belong to you now. I’m yer dog. Put me on a leash and humiliate me in public. I want you to use me! I want you to turn me into a total freak. YOUR total freak!”

Moaning uncontrollably, Kendrick writhed on the bed under Bronco, cock rocketing to a full-on erection. Somehow, though, he retained the presence of mind to gasp, “And I’ll do that but only as long as you never say the words, ‘I belong to you,’ again.” He shuddered. “It juss don’t sit right with black folks.”

“Sorry!” Bronco chirped. “Got it! It’ll never happen again!”

With that, he sat up in bed and launched himself at Kendrick’s giant cock, swallowing it whole and treating him to yet another spectacular orgasm. In return, Kendrick fucked him senseless. They did that several more times before finally passing out on the bed, cradling each other in their arms. Before drifting off into a contented slumber, Kendrick kissed Bronco’s forehead and smiled to himself.

He loved Bronco Holst and his micro penis!

***