Big Dick Difficulties #1 CW: Cub, Masturbation, Excessive Cum, Solo, Sweat, Musk ____________________________________________________________ Characters: Orin, a 12-year-old lamb with a 10-inch cock. ____________________________________________________________ The young lamb awoke from his restful sleep, stretching out and yawning. He immediately noticed his growing kid-cock[a][b]. No matter what he does the night before, he always wakes up horny. Orin stared at his stiffening meat stick and sighed[c], “Why can’t you just behave?” However, the cub did some light reading the previous day on ways to soften your member without orgasm. In an article, they listed everything from weed to meditation and even taking estrogen. And seeing as how he had no clue where or how to get estrogen, and the semi-religious upbringing of his parents made them wary of weed and other drugs like it, those options were a no-go. Orin said, “I guess I’ll give meditation a go.”. The young lamb was still lying on his back and imagined himself floating in a lake, looking up at the clouds. One cloud looked like an ice cream cone, another reminded him of his favorite video game, and one looked just like a plump, juicy ass– wait a second–! No! Orin shook his head, dismissing the crude cumulus[d]. He took a deep breath and started over. This time, the sky was dark, a tapestry of twinkling stars hung above him. Smiling, he imagined comets shooting by, though, one looked a bit odd. If he squinted, it almost looked like a… hold on… is that comet shaped like a dick? Oh come on–! Fuck! Ok, one more try. He groaned in frustration. With one final attempt, he shut his eyes and thought about nothing. Orin focused on his breathing, slowly inhaling and then letting it out. It was starting to work. His shaft began to fall limp, and he felt… oddly warm. And then wet, as if he was inside of someone’s maw– seriously?! This isn’t even consistent with the last two fantasies! “Whatever,” Orin sighed in defeat, “This is such bullshit.” The twelve-year-old sat up and onto the edge of the bed, his python of a penis and baseball-sized balls dangling off of the edge. His sack was drenched in sweat as it dripped onto the carpet below. His pungent scent permeated the room, and Orin’s young mind was soaked in his own pheromones. He inhaled deeply, exhaling with a guilty smile on his face. The lamb wasn’t keen on his size, but he loved how it made him smell. It was blissful moments like this that made him forget about his body issues. He glanced down at his shaft and was reminded of his plight. “Oh, right… that,” he muttered. Normally, one might relieve one's morning wood by rubbing one out. But for Orin, his orgasms were always so messy, With a reluctant moan, he placed a hand on his shaft. “F–Fuck…” Orin remarked, “So tender.” That was another side effect of Hyperphallus Anomalous, simply meaning “abnormally large penis.” His boyhood is far more sensitive to the touch than a regular person’s. He lazily rubbed his member and it responded with a rhythmic throbbing. His eyelids were heavy and his mind was becoming foggy. It was his scent; he always felt calm when faced with his musk. Each pulse of his bestial girth made precum spurt from his tip and he couldn’t help but whimper. He brought his second hand down to his shaft and took a deep breath. “Remember what Dr. Parker said; positive words may lead to a positive outlook.”Orin continued, “Well… I do kind of like the thick veins that go from the base of my dick to the head.”[e][f] The lamb spoke tentatively, not entirely believing his own words. He tried to continue the positive affirmations as he stroked himself. However, he found his young mind drifting to more interesting topics. He started to think about the species of men he liked the most like mice, rabbits, dragons… Wolves. Specifically, their maws. He liked thinking about a large dragon opening his mouth, showing off his sharp teeth as Orin reached out to grab his tongue. Gripping it with both hands, massaging it, stroking it, admiring the heat of the reptile's breath on his skin. He’s even wanted to stick his hand down one's throat simply to admire the texture and sliminess of the throat muscles. One of Orin's favorite subjects in school was history, specifically, old predator-prey dynamics. A century ago, wolves and dragons often domesticated, bred, and ate his kind. This spurred Orin into this fantasy of being enslaved by one, just for a day or two. Orin shut his eyes and began to daydream. He imagined himself with a thick metal collar adorning his neck and a chain attached to the front. A massive wolf held the other end and yanked him forward. They were in a dark, cold room that stunk of sweat and cum. There were unconscious bodies all around him, still twitching and dripping with cum. The wolf sat upon a red leather throne, stained with the fluids of countless partners, both willing and unwilling. Orin’s chain was tugged hard and he fell to his knees before his master, the wolf’s face obscured in shadow. An intense, guttural growl emanated from the beast as his sheath twitched. The wolf’s tip poked out and then began to rise. Orin breathed deeply as he imagined the predator's scent. The lambs member throbbed and the veins pulsed, dripping viscous fluid onto the floor. Orin moaned in desperation as the tenderness of his flesh grew; his orgasm was approaching. His breath quickened and his pulse increased; he whined as he thought about the impending mess. But the cub managed to come to his senses just before his climax and pulled his hands away from his shaft. Orin clenched his teeth in concentration, holding back his climax. The lamb huffed with beads of sweat dripping down his face, “F–fuck… that was close.” He stared at his cock, thinking of the best ways to finish with minimal cleanup. After a few minutes of contemplation, he settled on an idea. With an exhale, he stumbled to his feet, leaning on his nightstand for support. “Whoa, stood up too quickly.” That was another complication of having such a massive member, the concentrated blood flow to his penis instead of his head, leading to the occasional bout of vertigo when standing too quickly. Once that cleared, he strolled over to his closet. Inside was a gift from his father, a breeding mount made for big dicks. He grabbed it and set it up in the middle of his bedroom. It rested on four metal legs and had two moveable handles for the user to grip. The end has a detachable bucket for semen collection, and a specialized dildo to push excess semen out. Next, Orin grabbed the bottle of lube from his desk drawer, poured a generous amount on his prick, and spread it around with his paw. He grasped the base of his shaft, lined it up to the mount, and then pushed forward. It slid in with little resistance as Orin gasped in pleasure. The squelch of his intrusion echoed through the room as the cub set the pace. Orin felt heat rise to his face as the mount creaked underneath him. It made Orin feel as if everyone knew exactly what he was doing. It was always embarrassing. His thrusts started slow and deliberate. He continually changed how he stood to find what best suited him, opting for a semi-wide stance[g][h] and moving the handles further up the apparatus for optimal thrust[i][j]ing. Each pump of his hips culminated in him bottoming out as his mind shifted to a new fantasy. There was a guy at school who he had a crush on, but he was kind of an ass, literally and figuratively. His name was Todd, an older donkey who made it a habit to pick on him. But his torment was also somehow… flirtatious. Just last week, Todd cornered Orinin in the locker room, looming over him. “Hey bitch,” Todd said. He pressed a hand past Orin and onto the lockers behind him. “There’s something I want from you.” Orin replied, “And w–what would that b–be?” The donkey chuckled, looking into the lamb's eyes. “I wanna see your cock,” Orin blinked, “I - uhm… what?” the lamb asked. “I said: show… me… your… cock.” An arrogant smile stretched across Todd’s face. Reluctantly, Orin sighed and complied. He removed his towel and revealed his 10-inch cock. Todd let out a victorious chuckle as he placed a hand on the boy’s member, “Holy shit, kid,” said the donkey, “I knew you were big, but I didn’t know you were monstrous.” Orin looked to the floor, feeling ashamed[k]. The donkey continued, “Now you get to see what I got.” Orin glanced at the equine’s towel as Todd pulled it open. Orin was shocked to find that Todd didn’t have a dick, he had a pussy. “I bet you didn’t expect this, did you?” Todd leaned in, whispering into his ear, “You may have a freakishly big dick, but I happen to like your freakish dick.” Orin’s face flushed red as Todd kissed him on the cheek. “See ya’ around, faggot,” the donkey said with a flirtatious smile, wrapping his towel back around himself before walking away.[l][m] That memory spurred Orin to thrust faster. He imagined the bully bending over a locker room bench, demanding that the lamb fuck him. The donkey would push and even threaten the young boy into fucking him. Orin would thrust the tip inside, spreading his bully’s pussy lips apart as they both moaned. Todd would tell him, “Go faster[n], you fucking freak,” with a smile on his face. Orin’s cock pulsed inside the mount, squirting precum. His hips moved faster, and the sound of his pelvis slapping against his toy[o] filled the bedroom. He grunted as his fantasy continued. Orin thought about how Todd’s pussy would clench around his length and how soft his vaginal canal would feel. Orin couldn’t stop thinking about the pungent smell of their sexual encounter permeating the air, filling his nostrils gripping his mind like an aphrodisiac, and spurring him on. The cub fucked his mount even harder, each thrust swiftly becoming erratic and arhythmic. Orin’s whimpering turned into grunting as his climax approached; squeezing his eyes shut and clenching his teeth. Then, Orin reached his peak, gripping the handles of his mount tightly. His huge balls retracted, throbbing as his musky spunk gushed from his cock; grunting like a beast rutting his mate. Orin held onto the mount for over a minute as his cock continued to pump out rope after rope of virile boy spunk. He could hear his essence splashing into the collection bucket as he huffed. Once it was over, he stumbled back, his member slipping out with a wet pop. He sat on the floor, staring at the gaping silicone hole sticky with his jizz. Orin’s gaze fell on his softening length, “This is such a fucking pain,” he remarked, “Not only do I have an enormous cock, but the amount of cum that my body makes is equally as large.[p][q]” It was sometimes hard to tell if people wanted to be around him because they liked him, or just for a chance to see his dick. So, he committed to doing better in school. Orin at least wanted his intelligence to be why people like him, and not his overly large shaft[r][s]. Once he had caught his breath, Orin got up and went to his closet. He pulled out a large, almost phallic cylinder, lined it up, and slid it in. As it moved forward, it made a squelch, pushing the excess fluid into the bucket. Orin was relieved to finally be done with his bothersome erection. [t][u]He grabbed his towel and walked to the bathroom to take a much-needed shower[v][w]. The End of Part 1 [a]Starting the story with a character waking up is cliched and uninteresting, especially if you tell us that it is a day like any other. [b]How does this version work? It's still kinda cliched, but I think it's a bit better. [c]It's ok to just use "said" having him sigh his dialogue twice in a row is repetitive [d]I like this [e]Does this really seem like something a real person would say? Or it least, how they would say it? [f]Good point. I think I fixed it. [g]Try to not reuse words in close proximity like this [h]Let me know how this fix works. [i]Try to not reuse words in close proximity like this [j]Let me know how this fix works. [k]Generally it's much weaker to directly state how a character feels like this [l]So general practice when you have multiple characters speaking is to have a new paragraph each time the speaker changes. This helps separate their respective dialogue and make things easier to follow. [m]I separated it a bit more. But the speaker only changes a couple of times. The rest is Todd speaking. Lemme know if this change works. [n]You are basically saying Todd would tell him to go faster by saying, "go faster". It's extremely repetitive. Pick on or the other. [o]The sound what? [p]Again, does this sound like something a real person would say? [q]Let me know if this change works better. [r]Very awkward contruction [s]I think I fixed it. Cuz I agree that It was originally constructed very oddly. [t]Having a character look at themselves in the mirror in order to describe themselves to the reader is another cliche that's best avoided. You can usually just describe a character's physical traits as they become relevant, or right before that. The fact that he has a heart shaped birthmark isn't relevant at all to what happens here, and mentioning it feels out of place [u]That's a really good point, I went ahead and removed it. [v]Having a character look at themselves in the mirror in order to describe themselves to the reader is another cliche that's best avoided. You can usually just describe a character's physical traits as they become relevant, or right before that. The fact that he has a heart shaped birthmark isn't relevant at all to what happens here, and mentioning it feels out of place [w]That's a really good point, I went ahead and removed it.