"But I'm not finished, yet," Danny huffed, shooting another blank spurt from the sight of Lewis' massive large-dick erection, and large, orange-size dangling ballsack. "Me being new to this isn't real easy for me, you know."
"So let's get outta here, short-stuff," Lewis said, curling his python back into the front of his shorts. "I wanna know everything I've been missin' out on all this time, thinkin' that you wasn't well ... you know, like me. Shit, if I knew you was into this, I would've gone easier last year now that I've seen you're just like them hot weakling small-dicks. You might've enjoyed all that's comin' your way, too, once we get where I'm gonna take you, stud. Go and wait for me in the back parking lot, by the football field. I'm gonna go round up someone for our escape outta here, but, yo, don't go thinkin' I'm anywhere close to being finished after what you've started."
Danny hadn't started any of this, he thought, responding only to Lewis' note and outburst with Mr. Peterson. But if Lewis' simple brain wanted to make this his idea, he wasn't going to complain. And after seeing that massive uncut brown spike Lewis had unfurling like a python about to strike, Danny's fear and disgust that he needed to feed from the large-dicks for his food was confusing and horrifying. "Alrighty then, Lewis," Danny replied before Lewis said even more, quickly adding, "Sir!"
Without waiting for Lewis to exit, he stood up and quickly exited the boys' bathroom. Nothing Lewis thought of was going to make Danny's mind change at this point. He wanted, no, he needed more cum since he was hungry again. Even an asshole Mexican kid he despised had food inside his huge hairy ball sack. More food than Danny guessed he'd not ever be able to completely empty no matter how long and hard he tried. But he'd try really hard, though.
It wasn't long for Danny's wait in the parking lot to end before he'd spotted Lewis' short-stack 5'6" jock physique prodding his way through the lot, accompanied by someone he didn't expect to see beside 17-year-old Lewis. His own 12-year-old large-dick brother. Chris.
"I'd texted your little brother to come meet me out here," Lewis shouted, the bulge in those cut-off shorts he was wearing clearly displayed in full glory. "Christopher and me wanna bring you to someone you'll be gettin' to learn all about soon enough. They're celebrating somethin' at their place today, nearby, so we're gonna surprise both of them and have a quick little visit. I think you may know the York twins. I know Chris knows about 'em, isn't that right, Chris?"
"Oh, I know all about those two well enough," Chris said, pressing alongside his older micro-dick brother. He made frequent private visits to the two redhead teen's, and Danny's secret was clearly out to the Mexican teenager. He'd been texting back and forth with him for over a week now, without Danny even knowing. "They're not the intelligent types I'm into, and they aren't as ... appealing as you, Lewis due to their boyish fetishes, and their overpowering body odors since they've hit some new stinky level of filth and poor hygiene habits when they became teenagers last month."
"Yeah, well they're still two of the horniest young redhead's I've depended on for having private fun," Lewis said, crowding closer to the cute young blonde-haired brothers. Danny held pinned between he and Christopher. "And your dick sure has enjoyed the attention they used to give it before them laws passed about us big-dick small-dick legal things allowing us to openly force it on 'em without fear now. A good thing, too, ain't it real good, Danny?"
"Um, yeah right, Sir," Danny said, eagerly agreeing with the short-stack Mexican teen. With two big-dick's pressed against him, he'd agree to just about anything either one said at this point. "Real good, Sir."
"I trained him well with saying that, like you told me to, Lewis," Christopher said, chuckling at Danny's immediate humiliation and obedience he'd learned real quick. He'd been surprised by Lewis showing up outside his classroom's door at first. "A real quick learner he seems to be, too. I've done about everything you said to do, Lewis, so he has been sorta broken-in for us already, just like you wanted. But I-I thought you was into--"
"Don't tell the little-dick!" Lewis interrupted, stretching his arm out behind him to smack Chris' butt. Lewis was even known to bully another big-dick when the jock was either younger or weaker than himself. Or as cute as Chris. "You've gots to control what you say to small-dicks, dude. Thought I told you to watch that around even your older brother? Well, let's head over there quickly. We'll take the short-cut for the short-stuff. Don't wanna miss the redhead twins doin' what they told me they were preparing you know who for, oh wait, maybe I forgot to mention what them sexy young sweaty muscle boys were doing to someone today. You probably don't even know the dweeb, oh but I'm certain small-stud there heard about them sexy York twins and the small-dick nerd their gay S-D coach gave 'em."
Danny shook his head. He didn't know or hear anything about redheaded twins or a small-dick nerd since his own new need for large-dicks had just recently happened. He had ignored events around the high school-middle school merger that'd resulted months earlier when the new slavery law was passed.
"Sexy?" Chris questioned, thinking Lewis' own idea of 'sexy' was way different than his own opinion of the dirtiest young twin's in his middle school's freshman gay ranks. They were far from being even partially 'sexy' muscle boys in his school. "You think they're muscle boys, too? Those two have like some of the filthiest body odor and worst bathing habits of any athlete at my school, Lewis. They both share the small-dick's they've forced fed both inside and outta class, or on your secret TV. During their home team meets and gym practices, they'll do gay shit to them you'd be like puking and tossing your cookies from after watching what they'll make some small dick's do to torment or humiliate them in front of all their big-dick teammates. Rufus even flaunts his big-dick to the hot girls there because none of them can take what he and his twin have sticking up between their legs. Both him and his twin came out as exclusive gay-only big-dicks in front of the whole school, and our school cable channel day one this year!"
"Did I not just tell you not to disclose some ... shit?" Lewis asked, combing both hands through the dark chocolate spiky barbs of his pomade greased slick hair. He'd warned Chris several times about revealing too much information to most small-dick's. "Fuckin' mouth, Christopher! You can't just out and tell them things they'll have to figure out themselves in record time, dummy. It'll get crystal clear for them soon as they realize and accept their extreme short-dick needs to satisfy a big dick's increased libido and limitless supply of what they need, both for food and for their own easily aroused sexual appetite for us big-dick's, Chris."
"No, I know the small-dick's, like my brother, need a big-dick's food to survive," Chris said, avoiding fresh piles of canine droppings on the mossy trail they were following through the woods. Danny nearly stepped in it before he managed to guide his brother around the dog's poop. "I mean, I already did things with Chris that I was terrified, and never would've tried doing to, and with him before! But even incest wasn't something he seemed to mind when it came to him getting the food and sex he obviously needed and wanted. Even from his own big-dick younger brother!"
"No, you don't get it entirely, then," Lewis said, glancing up ahead past the trail's end, into their destination's line of run-down trailers. "Dominating them, and their own desire to feel humiliated by a big-dick feeder's sexual unleashed hungers, and whatever personal sex demands and twisted sex we all liked before, somehow doubled, tripled, or for some, even moreso. And our own sexual needs makes our fantasies or deepest perversions easier, and far more willin' to just force on any small-dick that's available. They get what they need, and we give what we need to get rid of enough by makin' them satisfy another fuckin' woody, even when they object and resist whatever it is we like or need 'em to do for us to just fuckin' shoot off another load again."
"Hey, I'm still here and can hear you, you know," Danny said, foolishly risking to speak. He realized his error in seconds. Lewis' hand slid down into the back of his jeans and briefs, his index finger instantly ramming up inside his starving asshole with a satisfying deep plunge. Danny quickly came inside his briefs again.
"Shut that small-dick trap," Lewis ordered, sliding his moistened finger back and forth rapidly. "And, without them same fears we all knew before laws were passed, to openly flaunt our big-dick status to the small-dick's, or all of the previous sexual things other big-dick's might think ... disgusting or even maybe twisted, just like your excuse about it bein' incest by your prior memories and upbringing you were afraid and taught to fear doin' or not allowed to just do to satisfy your own younger or older brother's needs. It's far different now, and regardless how brutal and sick your needs are, they'll accept them and it will soon be forcing them to total submissive behavior. Even if their straight brain's resist any brotherly pleasures. They'll learn to adjust to all of them because they need the excessive volume of man juices only we can give 'em. Satisfying their sexual needs and wants helps us, too."
"I know who lives in this trailer park," Danny said, moaning with arousal as Lewis wiggled his fingertip up against his prostate. "This's where the greasy nerd Jimmy Thundercloud lives. The Chinese geek, a genuine Native American Indian, too. He's in my Chemistry Lab and Greek History classes, a full Navajo or Sioux Indian I th-"
"Nope, his dad's full Apache," Lewis interrupted, roughly jamming his finger deeper to silence the small-dick. "So he's only a half-breed. His mom's the Asian. Chinese or Korean, I think. And if I've gotta tell you to shut that fuckin' trap again, I'm gonna slide mine out right here and use your mouth to drain my snake so your big-dick young little brother watches me gettin' off down your hungry throat! You hear me? Know what I'm sayin', short-stuff?"
Danny nodded obediently, helpless to prevent two more blanks throbbing through his painfully erect 1-inch nub.
"There we are," Lewis said, feeling the enlarged gland he'd located inside the teen's oil-slimed asshole. "All you small-dick's have like these deep slippery asshole's for us big-dicks to have some deep mad fun in 'em, stud. Now, what was I sayin' before ... oh yeah, some small-dick's, your brother being one, aren't comfortable revealing their weakness or submission to a big-dick they need to feed from for both their survival, and sexual hungers us big-dick supply to 'em, Chris. But the sexual satisfaction they receive by sucking on, and getting fucked up their asses by a muscular big-dick, despite them still trying to be the straight small-dick teenager or cute young boy they'd been before, and keep pretending they are, some even hiding falsies, never ends well for 'em if they ain't gay. Suckin' big-dicks, or bein' fucked up their stretchy asshole by us for the food they must have from just big-dick's, quells their straight sexuality mad quickly. Some think they ain't gay, and still foster their attraction to a woman, but seriously, girls don't need small-dicks. Only large-dicks do. Some religious chicks may feel pity for small-dicks and will even marry them despite their well, small-dick, and strangely, small-dicks can produce large-dick children still. Why any female would risk a big-dick offspring feeding their own dad seems worse than brotherly incest to me, Chris, so have at him whenever you like and, fuck it, yo, next time I'm comin' over your house for some fun."
"Aren't you tellin' this short-dick too much?" Chris asked, replicating Lewis' lengthy sweeps through his own spiky sandy-blonde faux-hawk hairstyle. Angered by what he just noticed Lewis was doing behind Danny's back, Chris said, "My small-dick brother's asshole isn't as deep as Jimmy Thundercloud's ass I'd think. I think he's so hot with his slanted Asian eyes and shiny long black hair. Shit. You're even into them geeky nerds like him, huh?"
"Fuck yeah," Lewis replied, giggling at the 12-year-old large-dick's brotherly reactions and sudden interest in the small-dick half Indian half-breed, and half Asian little nerd. He planned this entire ploy with both redhead stars to get small-dick Danny away from his pre-teen big-dick little skater brother as revenge. "So you and Thundercloud are schoolmates, Danny-boy? That's real interestin'. Yo, Chris, maybe they'll be interested in a trade, bud. You got Danny, but I'm thinkin' they'd probably be willin' to switch ownership of their Asian for your small-dick older brother since they really wanted Danny to service their large-dicks. They didn't pick the nerd. Their coach gifted the dweeb to them with legal papers and lifetime ownership of him, and as with all small-dicks, Danny's name's been added to that list of available short-dicks. Danny could be transferred at any time if a large-dick offered up the necessary funding to take ownership of him away from his family, your mother and father, and you if they were given the million-dollar documents all short-dicks were priced at based on their age and single marital status."
Danny groaned as Lewis' finger rammed forcefully deeper inside his rectum, listening to the short Mexican's summary of the new ownership laws and paperwork his entire family had signed, by law. It changed single small-dick's whole life and human rights into just basic property rights of all (S-D's), Small-Dicks, for legal slave ownership. He'd wanted to speak up and tell Chris no if he could speak, but Lewis began plunging his finger back and forth so quick and viciously, he was somehow shooting blank after blank inside his briefs and couldn't even gasp enough air in for managing his own uninterrupted breathing.
"So that's what all the human rights and activist shit we've heard about at school was all about?" Chris questioned with a puzzled expression directed at gasping Danny. He wasn't interested in boring legality issues at all. Chris liked sex, plenty of sex and some console gaming and skating, too. "School is almost as fun as weekend's now, with all them single pre-teen, teen, and even adult small-dicks always running loose and hungry for us large-dicks to be there and feed them our load. You know, help them survive their own physical need just like they help us squirt our load inside somewhere, anywhere, or in anyone willin' to empty us out. I mean, fuck, yo, I'm like jackin' off five to ten times a day even with multiple feedings, and them sex fucks I often manage to scarf up at our school."
"Just imagine how it'd be if you owned a cute small-dick teenage mate to satisfy your sex need," Lewis said, adding his final flaunt into young juvenile Chris' sex-starved raging libido's bulging crotch's wet stain. "Just ask them once we're inside. I'd think they'll gift you their million-dollar paperwork to gift to your parents. It wouldn't really hurt anyone to ask 'em, right? Unless they've already made the geek their permanent slave-boy mate, yo."
"Oh, fuck yeah," Chris answered instantly, thinking he should've worn his porta-condom. Sometimes accidental flows happened to a large-dick like local advertisements stated both small-dicks and large-dicks suffered. "I'll ask 'em once we know if Jimmy's a straight small-dick or not, or if he's a gay small-dick. I don't know him so good."
"He's straight as your brother Danny is ... or was," Lewis said, forcing Danny forwards with a forceful finger push toward the young York twin's trailer's front side door. He chuckled loudly. "Everything's workin' out as I planned it would, Danny. Maybe you thought the outburst in Mr. Peter's class was just accidental once I caught your stares lookin' hungrily at me. Yo, I noticed it, noticed you been eyein' a lot of big-dicks lately, and I'm well ... able to focus in on every horny young looker that I have a private vendetta against. You'll remember the reason mine was still active out on you. Wrestling. We was both freshman then, like Chris. Made me lose it inside my shorts with the big wet stain showing through my singlet, just like that juice leakin' out through your hung big-dick brother's jean's is drippin' right now. He's probably thinkin' on what he'd say to Mom and Dad right about now. How he came into suddenly havin' a million-dollar paper and some geeky Asian small-dick half-breed Apache Indian that'll occupy his new bedroom, your bigger bedroom if I remember your cheap parents givin' a small-dick a bigger space than their worthless short-dick son should've moved outta. Chris will get all that's yours once I'm finished gettin' even for that shame you'd caused me, stud. I still haven't lived that down at our damn team wrestlin' matches, dipshit."
"Hey, what are you tellin' him?" Chris questioned, running up to large-dick Lewis and his short-dick brother Danny. "Let him tell me himself this time, Lewis. Please? I wanna hear him say what you said, and if he'll be like angry if I'd swap him with them. Like I gotta care about him since he's still my brother, even though his micro-dick has like no balls to speak of below it. Yet, I've gotta pretend he's a big-dick even around my parents. Fuckers!"
"Nope!" Lewis laughed harder. He held his index finger still, deeply impaled inside his old rival's hole. Danny's blonde hair was such a turn-on Lewis couldn't think straight this close to the attractive small-dick. "He can't be speakin' any more. I was just sayin' how dumb builders are that these trailers door's are always on the side of it instead of at the front, yet people consider it the front door. I mean, look at 'em all! They all decorate it and use it like it's a real front door on 'em, or somethin'."
"Um ... yes, you're right!" Chris nodded in agreement. Wow! Sometimes Lewis is just so ... intelligent. "Can you build one of 'em without a front door? They're all on the side, but ... no, nevermind. I'm sorta stumped."
Most of the big-dick jocks hardly have more than a 10-year-old's intelligence in their brain, Danny silently stewed inside his own brain. Both his young brother and Lewis seemed to be examining each run-down trailer in sight. The thought that Chris might actually trade him to two teenage redhead television stars he'd never even heard about, or seen before, should've terrified him! But Danny was so aroused and hungered by this finger-fucking the short-stack Mexican bully was supplying him he couldn't reply to it. Even if he wanted to tell his brother, and tell him Lewis still proved himself to be a conniving lying crate of doggie-poopy. Chris wouldn't swap him out for a kid that's a nerdy goofy small-dick geek, some short-dick half-breed Apache Indian, half-Asian teenager if Lewis was lying about his plans with some large-dick redhead twins. Chris wouldn't do that to his brother. Or would he?