Randall and I continued to play around for the next few months. The sex and humiliation became even hotter now that he was literally twice my size. When he came over, I would drop everything to please his cock, and make sure he was happy. He began to take even greater pleasure in humiliating me, threatening to tell my friends about my little dick, and about my fetish for humiliation and bigger cocks.
He wanted to occasionally take me out in public and flaunt our size difference, so we would go to the locker room together after working out at the gym. Without being noticed, Randall would stand in front of me and trace his hands over the front of my shorts, slowly, as we were in conversation with somebody else. It wouldn't take long for me to become fully hard. At that point, Randall would stop and insist we both get changed. He would force me to get naked first, and I wasn't allowed to put my clothes back on until he did as well. In the meantime, I would have my 4-inch cock at full mast, as Randall took his sweet time letting his 5-inch softie swing from side to side. He would often stop other guys and talk to them about the latest sports result as we stood next to each other, his softie completely overshadowing my hard cock. Nobody would usually say anything, but we noticed quite a few raised eyebrows and grins as they noticed the extreme size difference between us. The only comment we ever got was from another friend, David, who pulled me aside one day, with clear pity for my small cock, saying "hey man, I hope you're not comparing yourself to Randall too much. You've got so much to offer, plus, you know, he might be a shower, not a grower, ya know?"
Later that night Randall took great pleasure in these words, as he made me repeat the mantras "I have nothing to offer besides my tiny penis," and "I am neither a grower nor a shower. Randall is both a grower and a shower." He recorded these videos with me on my knees as he slapped me with his huge erection. For those few months, I was in heaven, as, despite my shrunken cock, I had a ton of time to play with Randall's meat.
At a certain point though, the honeymoon phase wore out. The length of time between our "play" sessions together grew and grew, and I began to get frustrated. Randall wouldn't come over as often, and if he would, he wouldn't pay me much attention, just cum and leave. Even though my sexual encounters with Randall filled me with shame and humiliation, they also gave me a sick form of pleasure, and I had become truly addicted to them.
Randall, I felt, had gotten a little tired of humiliating me and spending time around my little 4-inch cock. He began spending most of his free time outside of work fucking women with his beautiful 8-inch rod. I would beg him to come see me, but he became slower and slower at responding to my messages. He would sometimes respond with some humiliating jabs berating my tiny manmeat, but I would go weeks at a time without seeing him, and in particular his beautiful meat, that I had helped grow for him!
I even began reaching out to other men for cock size comparison and humiliation. I would go on dating apps and seek out men with big cocks, and promise to worship their cocks if they let me take pictures of our cocks side-by-side. I would jerk off endlessly to these photos. Cocks of all shape, size, and color, all dwarfing my little shrunken cock, even at its hardest state. I would always get two photos - one, where we stood across from each other holding both of our cocks parallel to the ground, touching each other on the side. The other man's cock would stretch until it hit my stomach, and the gap in the air between my little dick and his stomach showed the gulf in our size. I was addicted to finding the largest gap I could, evidence of my inferiority. Once I had that first shot, I would drape the other man's cock over mine, completely eclipsing my own from view. This reminded me that I should never consider the needs and desires of my own cock over those of a man with a larger tool, as he could render me invisible and insignificant.
I had built up quite a collection of these photos over a period of a few months, including one of particularly beautiful cock belonging to a much younger man, who was 21 and in college. I felt such shame bringing him back to my apartment and seeing him fawn at the size and decor of my adult apartment, in comparison to his tiny college dorm room. I knew that soon, as I glanced at the already sizable bulge formed in his sweatpants on his lanky undeveloped frame, the tables would be turned, and I would see his cocky grin as he looked down on how his meat towered over mine. Sure enough, his cock grew to an impressive 8.5 inches, the biggest I'd ever seen, even bigger than Randall's. The memory of holding that spongy thick cock next to my thin sausage is seared into my mind, as is the look of pity that crossed his face when i first lowered my underwear and my tiny cock sprung out. Nonetheless, that was quickly replaced with the cocky grin I was expecting, and a look of deep satisfaction as his cock eventually erupted all over my face and body.
I jerked off regularly to that photo, as it was the hottest in my collection. My ultimate downfall was probably that obsession. I was in my bedroom one day completely naked, edging myself and looking at that cock comparison photo on a huge blown-up screen that I sometimes used for work. All of a sudden the door burst open, and Randall stood in the door frame. I had given him a spare key so he could come by at all hours of the day in case he ever needed to get sucked off and didn't have a willing woman around, but he hadn't used it in quite some time.
He stood there with a huge smile on his face. "Well, well, what have we here?" he said. Looks like things haven't changed much since I last saw you, huh bud? "I guess my chemistry really worked out, that thing is still looking tiny as ever." I muttered hello and nodded, and my cheeks turned red as I quickly closed out the tab with the photo.
"No no, don't be ashamed, show me what you were jerking off to, man!" He exclaimed. "I mean, I've seen everything you're working with (or not working with, that is), what else could you possibly be embarrassed about?"
For some reason, I didn't really want to show Randall. I said something like "nah, it's not important, just something I was googling online."
Randall got a little more serious. "I don't care, fag, show me now what you were looking at to try and turn your little prick on."
I obliged, and opened the photo back up on the big screen. You could see every vein in the huge cock, and the difference between our meat looked even more massive on the big screen, as if we were two different species of animal. I looked at Randall's face to see how he would react.
He nodded slowly, not giving much away. "That's about what I thought, man. You're so addicted to this shit, you can't get enough..."
"Wait a minute," he said. "Is that your babydick up there?"
I nodded yes.
"I thought I recognized that pathetic excuse for a penis. At first I thought that was a porn star and you found some weird photoshop shit on some fag forum, but this is really you and another cock, huh? Where'd you find this guy?"
I explained to him how I'd found the guy, and added that he hadn't been returning my texts, so I had no choice but to seek out other cocks to humiliate me.
Randall's mood turned a little. "What the fuck, dude!? This cock's not enough for you, huh? After all that I've done for you to live out this sick baby-cock fantasy?" He grabbed his soft bulge through his pants, already impressive as it snaked down the left side of his pants. My cock twitched a little as I was reminded of its heft.
"No no," I protested. "It totally is! I've just been really horny, OK, but your cock is really incredible and honestly all that I want."
"Well, clearly not, right? If you're seeking this out?" He asked as he raised his voice and gestured towards the picture. "Tell me man, did you measure it? Do you know how big it is? It looks pretty solid to me."
I looked down, embarrassed at my infidelity to Randall's cock, after all the friendship and bond we had shared. "Yeah, man, it's 8.5 inches," I slowly responded. "But really, I would much rather have yours any day of the week, the connection we have is something else completely!"
"I mean I guess that's not true, is it man?" He began to get angry and barking. insults at me. "You're such a cock-hungry slut, nothing will ever fucking satisfy you and that tiny worm between your legs. All you want is huge fucking cock and you'll keep going after the biggest thing you can get your pathetic lips around. Isn't that true?"
"Maybe..." I said, as I struggled to look at him in the eyes. "But if you don't want me to, I won't go after other guys with big dicks, I can save myself for you! I just didn't know, I thought you didn't care!"
"Bullshit, man, I know the second I leave here, you're gonna get horny again and go find another man you can fucking swallow as you jerk yourself off with two fucking fingers." I was a little nervous at the darkness in Randall's tone, but also turned on.
"Naw man, this thing will just keep going until it swallows you up. I think we only got two options, man."
"What are they?" I asked, nervous, but with my cock at full mast as I listened closely to his every word.
