THE SMALL MAN

Chapter 5

Her sonorous words rang out across the clearing, easily heard by everyone there, and probably understood by everyone except me.  Luckily, Sharon must have realized I had no idea what was happening, so she began to whisper a loose translation in my ear.

"She's saying that I have brought you here so that you may become a true husband to me.  Everyone in the village can see that we need their help, and there's no other way for you to become a husband.  She says 'S'run' [that's me] has come as a friend who needs their help, and she's asking for the consent of everyone here to continue the treatments, so you may become a rider."

That last word confused me, since I was already an accomplished rider, as Sharon surely knew.  I was born and raised on a cattle ranch, and had been on horseback even before I could walk.  To think I needed to somehow be modified so I could ride made no sense whatsoever.  Of course, the potent drink I'd just consumed had thoroughly addled my brain, so I was confused about lots of things right then.

The speaker then made a great show of pointing to my erection, then again addressed the gathering, after which they responded by chanting over and over a single word, which sounded like "cavaleiro" to my English-trained ears.  I had no idea what that meant until Sharon again translated for me, saying softly, "She says your little dick can never satisfy a woman, and since there's no other use for something that small, she's asking them to help you become a rider.  That's the word they're chanting, and it means they've given her permission to start the process."

Again I was completely confused, but didn't dwell on it.  By then I had become convinced that the "treatments" I was to be given would cause my penis to grow to the size of those hanging from the crotches of the other men in the village.  Right then, I wanted that more than anything, because I knew it was the only way I could truly please my wife.  If, during the process, I also would be trained to ride a horse, well, then, that was fine with me.

As the crowd became silent, Sharon moved to stand behind me.  She placed her hands on my shoulders, the whispered, "Kneel.  On your knees."  That was odd, because when she normally did that, she would be standing in front of me, giving me the signal that she needed to relieve herself.  However, the strangeness wasn't enough to make me disobey her, and I quickly dropped to my knees.

She then moved to my side once again, while at the same time beckoning Ramon to join us.  To my utter shock, she placed one hand on his member, then began to fondle it.  I could do nothing other than stare in fascination at the sight of my wife playing with another man's penis, while I knelt in front of the two of them.  It was something I'd fantasized about many times, as I'm sure many other men have also.  As far as I knew, Sharon had never cuckolded me, but it was still an exciting thing to envision.

Ramon's cock began to stiffen almost as soon as she touched it, and I watched it with all the hypnotized fascination of a rabbit looking at the snake that plans to eat it.  However, in this case, the roles were to be reversed, it appeared.  As soon as the enormous thing was fully erect, Sharon said to me, "Open wide, honey.  Time for your first treatment."

Again I was unable to disobey her, and my lower jaw dropped and my lips parted.  She then guided his huge dick into my mouth, saying only, "Suck it!  Don't you dare waste a single drop, either!"

I know many, many men have fantasies of being forced to perform oral sex on another man, but I've never been in that group.  Quite the opposite, when I had thought of such a thing, it almost made me ill.  When Sharon had mentioned it once, I had begged her to not make me do such a thing, because it was utterly convinced it would make me lose my supper, and embarrass her.

Now, however, whatever was in the drink I'd been given seemed to calm all my fears.  Not only that, the hunger I had felt upon awakening had been growing by the minute ever since, and by the time Sharon fed Ramon's rampant penis to me, I could think of little else.  The moment my tongue tasted his pre-cum, I lost all reticence I'd ever had, and did my level best to inhale every inch of the delicious meat.  I didn't need her instructions to suck, since that seemed to happen by instinct.  My tongue was in continuous motion, laving the supremely-soft head and trying to penetrate the tiny hole so it could find even more of the delicious stuff in there.

I wanted to wrap my arms around his waist and pull him even deeper into my mouth, but my body seemed to be frozen in place.  The only parts that still functioned were my mouth and throat, and they did their best to satisfy the overpowering hunger in my stomach.

It took several seconds for me to notice that Sharon's hand was still on Ramon's cock, but when I did, I realized it was pumping furiously, trying to make him release what he had for me before I actually starved to death.  I wanted to beg her to stroke faster and faster, but of course my mouth was busy with other things.  To my immense satisfaction, though, that proved to be unnecessary, because just at that instant he groaned and thrust even deeper. 

It had never occurred to me that the head of a penis grows so much when orgasm starts, but that's exactly what happened then.  It was almost as if it were trying to increase in size to the point that the head would be trapped behind my teeth, and I'd be unable to spit it out.  If that truly were nature's purpose, then it was wasted effort.  I would have fought with all my strength to keep his wonderful penis in my mouth, begging it to keep feeding me. 

My throat worked overtime to swallow everything he gave me, sending it down to quench the horrible hunger pangs.  Again and again I sucked, then swallowed to make room for more.  I had no room in my brain for any thoughts other than those, and that's why it was so disappointing to me when his spasms ceased, and the monster lost some of its size.

Ramon stepped away from me then, leaving me with a sense of having been abandoned.  That feeling was short-lived, however, because another man immediately took his place.  My mouth had never closed, and Sharon skillfully guided his equally-huge erection into Ramon's recent home.  Without missing a beat, I licked and sucked to the best of my ability, frantic with my efforts to satisfy the all-consuming hunger that threatened to overcome me.

That was the start of the parade of men, and their rampant monsters, that Sharon brought to my eager mouth that night.  I have no recollection of just how many there were, but she told me sometime later the population of breeding males in the village was normally kept between 25 and 30.  I have no doubt that I serviced at least as many men as that during that night, and think now that some of them must have come back for seconds.

At some point in time, there were no more erect cocks staring at my open mouth, and Sharon said softly, "I'm sure you need something to wash down all the cum you've eaten tonight.  Get on your back now, and I'll help you."  I did, and she did.

After that, the villagers began to drift away, signaling the end of the ceremony.  For my part, I was more than tired and sleepy: I was worn out and literally out of my head with exhaustion.  The good part was that my ravening hunger had subsided, although just enough of it remained that I knew it had not been fully satisfied.  Right then, though, my greatest need was for sleep, which Sharon must have understood.  She and Ramon pulled me to my feet, then supported me as we made our way to the hut.  Once inside, they guided me to my pallet, and my last memories of that night were of hearing Sharon say, "Oh, God, Ramon!  It's been so long since I've had a real man in me.  I thought I'd just die waiting to get back here to you."  Sleep overtook me then, and I heard and felt no more.
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I awoke the next morning feeling refreshed, but as I had feared, the hunger had returned.  It threatened to overwhelm me as my eyes opened, and I looked around frantically for any type of food that was within reach.

It was when my eyes fell on the other pallet that I realized what had awakened me.  Both Sharon and Ramon were there, and given the intensity of her moans, that was surely what had driven sleep from my brain.  They were coupling vigorously, and I knew from long experience that she was right on the verge of cumming.

She was on her knees, with her head on the pallet.  Ramon was kneeling behind her, between her widespread legs, thrusting his monster in and out of her treasure with every bit of speed he could bring to bear.  Sharon's head was turned toward me, and just as I saw her eyes were open and looking directly at my face, she hissed, "Oh, Jesus . . . H. . . . Chrisssttt!"  It was almost as if she'd been waiting for me to bear witness to her ecstasy, and I was glad to do it.  I don't know that I'd ever before looked at her face during her orgasm, and I was almost overcome with a sense of arousal and lust of my own as I saw her emotions mirrored there.  She had achieved something that my tiny penis had never been able to give her, and for some strange reason, I shared her joy.

As her breathing became more even, her eyes regained their focus on me.  She smiled languidly, then asked, "Ready for breakfast, honey?"

That served to remind me of my number one concern, and I gasped out, "Yes!  Please!"

Again she laughed, then motioned to me.  She had by then pulled away from the huge thing that had impaled her, and I watched as she used the thumb and finger of one hand to pinch her pussy lips together.  With her other hand, she pointed to Ramon's still mostly-erect penis, saying, "Lick him clean, sweetie.  Lots of calories there."  As I scurried from my bed, eager to do her bidding, she laughed again, then fell silent as I began to frantically lick away all traces of their coupling.

My hunger drove me to take the head of his monster in my mouth, then try to suck any remaining cum from his little hole.  When my only reward was a very small appetizer, I felt like crying out in frustration.  Sharon took pity on me then, and as she rolled to her back, then sat up, sat, "Get down.  I have lots more for you."

I quickly lay on the floor of the hut, then watched in frustration as she moved with exaggerated slowness to stand, then to straddle my head with her legs spread.  She whispered down to me, "Do you want what we made for you?  Are you hungry for it?"

I could only gasp out an impassioned plea, and then watch excitedly as she lowered herself to my waiting mouth.  As soon as she was in place, and before she could issue any orders, I began to lick and suck.  My throat worked frantically as it tried to stanch the horrible hunger that threatened to overwhelm me.

I was so centered on my own need right then that I never knew when Sharon climaxed, although she definitely did.  That my efforts to remove all traces of their combined juices from her treasure had failed was vividly demonstrated as her spasms shot them into my mouth with more force than I ever believed possible.  I was all my tongue and throat could do to handle the wonderful food she gave me.

At last she was empty, and doubly satiated.  She sat quietly on my face for several seconds, then said, "I have a drink for you, too.  You're going to need it just as much as possible for the treatments to have full effect.  Stay there while I get it ready for you."

She then stood and walked to the tree stump that served as our table.  A leather bag was lying there, and she took some of the contents from it and began crumbling them into a carved wooden bowl.  I was sure the leaves and roots were the same as I had been given the night before, and it was not only my hunger that made me beg her to hurry.  I still thought that the "treatments" were for the purpose of making my penis grow, and that made me eager to have them.

As soon as she was satisfied with the amounts of the ingredients she'd put in the bowl, Sharon held it between her legs and added the necessary liquid ingredient.  She then brought the bowl to me, being careful to not spill the contents.  As I reached to take it from her, she said, "No, not like that.  You're not to hold it like a man would.  Get on your hands and knees."

I obeyed her, then when she sat the bowl on the floor under my head, understood what she wanted me to do.  Rather than feeling any sort of shame to be feeding like a dog, I simply lowered my mouth to the bowl and began to lap up its contents.  From far away, I heard Sharon and Ramon laughing at me, but by then I was so engrossed in trying to satisfy my hunger and thirst that I didn't care.  I just concentrated on what I was doing, and soon the last traces had been licked up and swallowed.

Oddly enough, my hunger was satisfied.  It seemed that what I had needed all along was what only my wife could give me, and that the gifts of others could not fill my belly.  I marveled in the feeling of satisfaction I had, and the sense of relief that rushed over me almost made me cry out my thanks to her.  However, just at that moment, another type of hunger took me in its strong grasp, and my chest tightened and my throat constricted from the force of it.

The fire that I had felt in my groin the night before returned with redoubled force, and the intensity of the arousal I felt then was surely greater than at any time before.  I stared at my throbbing hardon, consumed with the thought that it was already growing, and that Sharon would want to take it inside her.  The skin glistened from the force of the distension, and the thing throbbed and jumped as I watched in fascination.

Sharon seemed unimpressed, though, and instead of taking it in her hands and praising it, she merely said, "It looks like the next phase has started already.  SeeSee told me that after you'd had your drink this morning, you little dickie would get harder than it had ever been.  It's going to be that way from now on, honey, so you'd better get used to it.  You can play with it if you want.  She told me that you'll never cum again, so it really doesn't matter what you do.  Go ahead and have fun.  I'm going to go talk to some of my friends now."  With that, she and Ramon left arm in arm, and I turned my attention to the throbbing thing between my legs.

Never before had Sharon given me permission to play with myself, and I was quick to take advantage of it.  My hand closed familiarly around what was once its favorite toy, and began to stroke up and down.  My hips started thrusting in time with my hand, and soon I felt that intense sensation all men recognize as the signal that their balls are about to burst.  Faster and faster my hand pumped, sending my lust to even greater heights.  At last, I could feel that wonderful burning in the tip of my cock that told me the cum was rising, and that in less than a second, it would be spewing everything around me.

I cried out with my passion, then watched to see the gobbets erupting from my horribly-aching penis.  That didn't happen, though, and even when I frantically speeded up the strokes, there was no relief.  I could actually feel the spasms deep within my crotch trying to do their job, but nothing was happening.  The desire was there, but not the ability.

At last my hand slowed, and I collapsed on my pallet and lay there sobbing in frustration.  I was still just as aroused as before, and the small part of my brain that still functioned suddenly understood that this was what Sharon had wanted for me.  She wanted me to be in a constant state of arousal, but unable to satisfy my urges.  That had happened, and now I was beginning to understand just what it meant.

I lay there with tears clouding my vision, unable to think of anything other than my overpowering need to cum.  Again and again my hand strayed to my straining erection, pumping vigorously until my muscles complained so much that I had to stop.  I stared at the glistening skin and distended head of my cock, sure that even a much-larger organ could not be worth this price.  Many times I tried to bring myself relief, but nothing had any effect at all.  I would try to masturbate, my body would respond by spasming deep in my crotch, and then wave after wave of pain would roll over me as my muscles protested.

At last I must have fallen asleep, but even that provided no respite.  It seemed that even my sleep was to be invaded by thoughts of sex, and I had dream after dream featuring my cock and balls being subjected to endless tortures.  Given the horrible pain I'd given myself by repeated fruitless attempts to cum, the nature of my dreams is not surprising, I suppose.

Again I was awakened by Sharon, this time by her shaking my shoulder.  She said I had been calling out her name in my sleep, and she had been concerned by the appearance of my penis.  I followed her gaze downward, and was horrified to see the thing, still distended and glistening, but now a deep purple in color.  She asked me if I were in pain, and when I sobbed, "Yes!," she just chuckled, then said, "That's all part of the process, lover.  SeeSee did say, though, that it'll get better in a couple of weeks.

At the horrified expression on my face, she laughed openly for several seconds.  At last she quieted, then said, "Now, while I'm here with you, there's something I want to do."  She then removed a small penknife from her suitcase, opened it, and then placed it on my abdomen, right above my straining cock.  My dreams flashed through my brain once again, and I couldn't stop thinking about the one where she had tied me across the stump by the bonfire, then slowly sliced away my pain-wracked cock and balls as I begged her to please make the pain stop.

Instead of doing that, though, all she did was pick up a small stick from the floor and hold one end of it against my abdomen, extending along the length of my cock.  She used the knife blade to make a small notch in the stick, right at the tip of my organ, saying as she did so, "There.  That'll give us a way to measure any progress."

She then did something very strange, asking me to hold my left hand up with the palm flat.  She then placed her right hand flat against it, noting that my fingers extended about 1/2" beyond hers.  I could see no reason whatsoever for doing such a thing.  Surely if my cock grew, as I sincerely hoped it would do, there would be no similar effect on my fingers.  However, my thoughts were distracted when she said, "Okay, that's done.  Now on to other things.  One of the side effects of the treatment is that all your hair will fall out, and never grow back.  That'll be a good thing, since it'll be easier for me to keep you clean.  What I want to do now is take you outside and get your head shaved, otherwise when your hair drops off, there'll be a big mess here in the hut."

She then opened one of the backpacks and took out a pair of scissors and a razor.  I was led outside and seated on a tree-stump stool beside the door, and then she began trimming my hair and dropping it on the ground.  When she had cut as closely as possible to my scalp, she used the razor to shave my head, soon pronouncing the job "good enough for who it's for."

We went back inside the hut then, and she helped me lie down on my pallet.  My legs were still not feeling as strong as normal, and I was glad for her assistance, apart from the close contact it allowed me to have with her.  As soon as I was settled, she asked, "Are you hungry again, honey?  I can get a snack for you if you'd like to have something to eat."

Until she'd mentioned eating, I'd given no thought to my appetite.  As soon as she did, the gnawing in my stomach grew so quickly that it masked even the lust and arousal I'd been feeling.  I told her I was very hungry, and she said only, "Good."  She stood then and walked to the doorway, leaned out and called loudly, "Carlos, he's ready for you!"  I knew then just what kind of "snack" she had planned for me, and oddly enough the thought of what I would soon be doing caused no feelings of revulsion at all.  Instead, I quickly got up on my knees, and by the time Carlos entered the hut, my mouth was already open for him.

Continued in Chapter 6.