Reveal To Him Your Own Length

"Lord Fawn," you say, standing, allowing your robe to split to reveal the length of your own mighty cock. His eyes widen at the sight of it, his own small cock rising further to attention, but growing no larger. "I could see great value in you as one who serves me, though I am uncertain what you might offer in a partnership." You step down the stairs of your throne to circle the boy like a hyena might circle its prey. Lord Fawn swallows deeply, clearly struggling to form words.

"As I've said," he repeats, "I've studied a great deal of ancient wisdom, and my house has a large amount of influence in the south."

"Alas," you say. You rest a hand on his shoulder and he jumps. "What use could I, or anyone, have for a cock that small and useless?" Your breath scrapes against his ear and he shudders. You wonder if he will cum from being touched only this much... How embarrassing that would be for him.

"As I've said," he repeats again, "I've developed other, useful skills."

"Is that so?" You ask. Your hand lowers beneath his small ballsack, lifting ever-so-gently as he pants out a breath. A single finger of yours coils around the length of his cock, peeling his foreskin back and allowing it to rise. Instantly, your finger is covered with his precum, leaking like a fountain from the tip of his small, erect cock. "Why don't you describe these services to me?" Your hand cups his balls, your lips close enough to his ear that you might bite him, if you wished.

"I have grown skillfull at sucking cock," Lord Fawn says as you continue to jerk his tiny cock, back and forth. "I love the taste of larger, better men filling my mouth, and my ass, even simultaneously, my prince. I find myself cock-hungry, cock-mad even if I go for days without pleasing one; I love the salty, sweaty taste of cock and cum, I love the feeling of being filled, of knowing that my purpose is only to serve those born more manly than I am." Your hand increases the pace on his little, useless cock, letting him know that his words are pleasing you. You allow your cock to rub against the crack of his ass, using his buttcheeks as a makeshift cocksleeve. He thrusts his butt backwards so as better to please you, and you groan into his ear.

"I can also please women, and love to please my sister. Her feet taste divine as she walks over my face, the drip of her cunt is the only thing I've drank for the three days it took us to get here by carriage. I need no other sustenance beyond cock and cunt, and I deserve no other sustenance. Even the goblins have larger cocks than I do; they would be better fit to please my sister, and she says so constantly. Yet I admit I prefer the cocks of larger men, like yourself, my prince. The hot, thick length of them, the beautiful pink tips, their red rims, the taste of unwashed, dirty, cock..."

You feel his own little member pulse beneath your finger, and feel a pitifully small rope of cum dribble out over your palm. Lord Fawn pants beneath you as though this was some great feat, some intense orgasm, and his knees buckle to the ground. You step away, your cock still hard, but uncertain you would like to proceed.

He stares up at your length as you return to your throne, eyes not wandering from your penis, not even for a second. Is this really someone you would consider making your partner? Would he not sell your secrets to any large-cocked enemy willing to please him? Such a notion would be dangerous... Perhaps his sister holds some value; you could still call her in, with or without her brother present.

Then again, wouldn't it be a bit of a waste not to make use of the pathetic slut before allowing him to leave? He seems **** for it anyway, and you have never had a blowjob before... perhaps this would be a good use of the small-cocked degenerate? Perhaps it would even be the highlight of his life.