I couldn’t even focus on the lesson anymore as the only thing on my mind was getting fed. And the worst part of this situation was that I was surrounded by so many potential feeders. Maybe if I ask to go to the bathroom Ian will take the hint-
“Mr. Peters,” Lewis shot his hand up. “I need to take a massive dump.”
The teacher pinched his nose and sighed. “It’s Mr. Peterson, and fine, go ahead and take the hall pass.”
Lewis didn’t even wait for Mr. Peterson’s answer to leave. For some reason, he deliberately took the long way around the classroom. I glanced at him as he strode through my aisle and realized he was staring right at me with a smirk on his face. His ample package swayed with each step. Walking past my desk, he slipped a folded note onto my lap, and the teacher was none the wiser.
When Mr. Peterson’s back was turned again, I peeked at the note. ‘meet me in 5 and don’t make it obvious dipshit’
I swallowed my spit. Oh no. Did he know?He’ll make the rest of my high school life a living hell. But if I didn’t go, that asshole would expose me in front of the whole school for a good laugh. God, please, anyone but him. I clutched my stomach as it growled again. I had a full breakfast from Mr. Jenkins, so why was I so hungry again?
I tried to wait for 5 minutes like Lewis instructed but I couldn’t take it anymore and rose my hand in defeat. “Um, sir?” Shit. I need to dial back on the submissive language. Too late. “May I use the restroom?”
Mr. Peterson sighed again but didn’t break his flow of chalk writing on the board. “Go ahead. Take the hall pass.”
I stood up, carefully adjusted myself, and headed for the bathroom, remembering to take the hall pass that Lewis neglected. Walking past some of the school’s trophy display cases, I noticed something odd about my reflection. Was my gait different? I tried to copy my usually confident stride, but it didn’t feel right, either. I shook my head as my stomach reminded me again why I was out here.
I stopped at the “OUT OF ORDER” sign outside the nearest restroom. I took a deep breath and pushed my way in. Lewis was leaning against the sink counter, palming his full bulge and turned to look at me. His smirk never left his face.
“Well, what do we have here.” He stood up and walked over to me, each step deliberately slow like a jungle cat closing in on its prey. I stood frozen with my back at the door. Once he was within inches from me, his cock bulge almost touching my falsie, he reached one hand up and locked the bathroom. His arm didn’t lower, but instead planted itself against the door next to my head. If I was shorter, I might’ve found this intimidating. Regardless, I felt my nub twitch inside my spacious falsie.
The short-stack bully leaned in on his tiptoes and pushed his pecs against mine, our bulges grinding. “Never took you for a fairy, stud.”
I furrowed my brows. Wait. Maybe he didn’t know about my small-dick. Maybe he thought my secret was being gay. If that’s the case, I can still get away with living a normal high school life. Mostly.
Lewis regarded my expression and tilted his head. “I’m not one for labels, either.” He slipped one hand under my shirt and felt up my abs. I snorted at his remark; this was coming from the guy who targeted anyone he deemed as “different and defenseless.”
“Thought that was funny, huh?” he asked. I felt a chill down my spine. “I just call ‘em as I see ‘em.” His hand changed course, trailing downward.
“Uh,” I panicked, grabbing his wrist, but my arm felt like jelly as he firmly slipped his hand underneath my trousers. I grabbed him with my other hand, but it kept moving downward without resistance. I was helpless to stop him. I couldn’t let him find out. “Wait,” I pleaded.
He grabbed a handful of my false large-dick through my underwear and his smirk turned into a full-on grin. “And today I see...” In one swift motion, he yanked my falsie down, underwear and safety straps along, exposing my little erection throbbing at the cool air. “A micro-dick.”
“Unh!” I cried. I was so close to cumming. My cheeks turned red. I bit my lip.
“Such a teeny little nub for a big, strong man like you.” He teased.
“Fuck!” I cried, my incher firing a spurt of cum without warning, then another, and another.
“It doesn’t even look like it’s supposed to be on your body.” I shot again, my knees shaking. “And this?” He scooped the droplets of cum with his fingers. “It’s not even enough to lube my pinky.” I came again, my back slowly sliding down the door until I was eye level with him, then dropping further. “I had to keep a condom on during my transition because I’d soak my underwear with just pre. But this?” He rubbed his fingers together. “Virtually microscopic. How does it feel to have those little marbles for balls that can’t even compare to my condom full of pre cum?”
I whimpered as my aching tiny boner kept bouncing, shooting blanks at this point. I vaguely realized I was sitting on the bathroom floor at this point, my legs gave out a while ago. My tormentor didn’t move, still cornering me, only now from my point of view he looked like he was completely in power. Dominant. Cocky. He shook his bulge and unfurled the coiled up python, stretching down his shorts.
Lewis placed a hand against the door again and pushed his hips towards me. The tube in his shorts slapped softly against his thigh and the cock head poked out from one of the short’s holes, plumping up thicker and longer with each steady beat. “Now that you’re finished, I think it’s my turn.”