Things Get Worse

"Sharif, listen..." Peter said holding up both hands.

"Strip. " Sharif said with awful finality.

"No." Peter crossed his hands across his chest defiantly.

With narrowed eyes Sharif calmly reached up, grabbed the waist of Peter's shorts and tugged ripping them nearly off. They hung in tatters. He began to rip the final piece off when Peter grabbed his hand.

"Hey Sharif what the heck..." As soon as Peter's hand touched his wrist Sharif exploded.

He leapt up from the chair and his hand flew from Peter's hip to his throat. He growled like some beast and lifted Peter off the floor with one hand. His tightening grip reduced Peter's airflow to a trickle.

"Do not EVER touch me unless told!" He roared shaking Peter like a rag doll to drive his point home.

"Do you understand?" He bellowed.

Peter stared at him still defiant, his face turning a dark red.

Sharif did not release him. Peter began to panic, unable to get enough air.

"Yesh..." He managed with a bare nod.

Sharif did not let up. The room began to darken before Peter tried one last thing.

"Yesh...shir." And as quickly as he picked him up Sharif dropped him and settled back into his chair.

Taking a long drag on his joint Sharif eyed Peter's torn shorts.

"Strip. " he said again.

Peter told himself he was not crying, that the tears in his eyes were from being choked. Wordlessly he did as told, slipping out of the remnants of his shorts. Pulling his t shirt over his head and finally stepping out of his white briefs.

Sharif eyed him up and down critically. As his eyes slid down to Peter's crotch a grin split his face and he laughed.

"Ah ha, I see now!" Sharif reached up and with one massive hand encompassed Peter's entire crotch.

His hand painfully squeezed Peter'sdick and balls. He tugged on them, jerking Peter slightly back and forth by his genitals. Peter's hand moved to stop him but he remembered his most recent lesson and tucked it behind his back and bit his tongue.

"Peter you are so SMALL! That is why. You are no man, no not at all. That is why you cannot help yourself." Sharif continued to laugh, squeeze and twisting Peter's genitals painfully.

Peter's cock was average if slightly below, something he had always told himself was okay. And while his balls were a bit undersized the doctor had assured him it was nothing to worry about.

I...I am a man. " he squeaked.

"No Peter," Sharif said, laughing all the while as if it was the greatest joke in the world, "You are a faggot, not a man. I will show you a man. "

He released Peter from his grip sending the boy sitting hard on his stool a hand rubbing his sore genitals.

Sharif stood setting down his joint carefully. He pulled up his tanktop first, tossing it beside Peter. Without hesitation he lowered his mesh shorts. He was not wearing underwear.

His black hair ran in an unbroken mass from his chest to his pubes. There it terminated in a veritable forest of curly black pubic hair. Beneath that was something Peter had never imagined.

It was far and away the biggest cock he had ever seen. The biggest one he could even imagine. It was a huge slab of meat, longer and thicker than Peter's own forearm. He was uncircumcised and the end of his cock had a healthy flap of crinkles foreskin of which the tiniest bit of reddened cock tip could be seen.

Beneath the dangling horse cock was a equally large set of balls. They hung low and looked like it would have taken Peter's two hands to hold them.

He couldn't help but stare as Sharif reached down, gripping his cock in one hand and peeling back the foreskin to reveal an angry red cock knob oozing precum. It hovered inches from his face and Peter was assaulted by a powerful musk. It smelled sweet but also kind of funky, like sweat,but different.

"This, " Sharif said waving his cock in front of Peter's face, "This is a man. How can this be a man AND you be one? No I do not think so. "

Peter did not realize he was staring until he heard a familiar clicking sound. He looked up to see Sharif taking pictures of him on his phone.

"Hey!" Peter yelped beginning to rise before Sharif laid a heavy on his shoulder forcing him back down.

"Let me show you." Sharif said moving to stand beside Peter.

Sharif's soft cock meat pressed against the length of Peter's bicep as he looked at the picture. It felt hot and enormous and Sharif seemed to think nothing of it.

In the photo's Peter's eyes were glassy and his mouth slightly agape. He looked stoned and drunk and half asleep. And his hand had been up reaching towards Sharif. He didn't remember doing that.

"So you see," Sharif said, returning to his seat but not pulling up his pants, "You are no man, just a faggot. "

Peter said nothing. He could only stare at the floor. He was NOT gay but what could he do? His cock seemed to shrivel in fright in the presence of this even bigger member and Peter pushed his thighs together hiding his embarrassment.

Sharif did the opposite. He spread his thick thighs exposing his growing cock. No longer limp it hovered horizontally now pointing menacingly at Peter. His foreskin was rolled back filling the room with a musky smell and Peter's vision with cock.

"Peter," Sharif rumbled, "Suck my cock. "