Disclaimer: Please note that all graphic displays of sexual activities only take place amongst individuals who are at least 18 years old.
Certain elements of this story were inspired by a Korean manhwa made by author: Sung San-Young and artist: Sang-Ah called "The Gamer" along with some other elements from a few different anime and the table top game "Dungeons & Dragons."
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I'm the only child of Robert and Christina Little. We're from a small town of around 1500 people in the middle of nowhere in Ontario, Canada. I loved my parents especially mom. I was a huge mama's boy, I'd follow her everywhere and life was good for awhile. That is until starting the first grade.
I was always the one kid that everyone bullied. I was very socially awkward, had a bad stutter whenever I was nervous and to make things even worse my name was Richard Little. This wouldn't have been so bad except my dad insisted on calling me Dick, apparently he always wanted to call his son Dick. I'll never understand why.
As I'm sure you can imagine it was really easy for the other kids to turn my name into something I loathed. Everyone called me Little Dick. God I hated going to school. People would write Little Dick all over my stuff. I was constantly getting tripped whenever I walked anywhere and no one bothered to help me, they would just laugh as they passed by. That was bad enough, but the icing on the cake was when I caught the attention of the biggest bully in the school.
He was this big, fat, dumb kid that everyone was afraid of. His bullying was much worse than the other kids. Every chance he got he would push me into a wall or onto the ground. If I had something that he wanted he'd hit me until I gave it to him, and then a few more times just for fun. I was so scared of him that there was no way I'd tell someone because I didn't want to make him angry.
It wasn't any better outside of school. The adults would either give me a look of disgust or pity. Once in a while I'd hear parts of conversation like; "I bet he's going to be just like his dad when he grows up." or "I don't want you going anywhere near his family, his dad is a very bad man." or "You stay away from that Richard boy or his dad will get you."
As it turns out the reason I was always bullied was because the parents of the other kids didn't like my parents, and they picked up on that. There were rumors that my dad was a child molester. I even overheard a couple of my classmates saying that my dad tried to touch them. I think the only people who believed otherwise were my mom and I. Although as it turns out the rumors were true.
When I was ten years old my mom ended up catching him trying to force himself on one of my classmates. He abducted her while she was walking to school by knocking her out with some drugs and then took her back to our house. This discovery caused him to panic and during the fight that ensued he ended up killing my mom by pushing her down the stairs and she broke her neck. As it turns out he waited for the girl to regain consciousness before he did anything. I guess it wouldn't have been as fun if she didn't struggle. God, what a sick bastard. However, thanks to that she managed to escape during the fight and immediately ran home and told her parents what happened.
When the police arrived they found mom wrapped up in a blanket in the back of dad's truck and the house looked like a disaster area. Apparently dad trashed the place while frantically searching for the keys that were in his pocket. Luckily this happened during school hours so I didn't end up getting scarred for life. He ended up getting life in prison without the possibility of parole. Even though my mother's death was an accident the judge didn't care. After all not only was he trying to rape a child just a little while before her death, but he was even trying to cover-up what happened. I found out years later that my dad got murdered in prison because someone found out what he tried to do. To be honest with you, that news didn't even bother me. Felt like he got what he deserved.
With no parents or family that were willing to take me in because they were afraid I'd turn out like dad I ended up in the Foster Care System. All of my foster parents treated me like dirt. Like they were suffering by being in the same room as me. I ended up bouncing around a lot of different foster homes. Each seeming to be worse than the last. None of them keeping me longer than a year except the last one. My last foster parents were the nicest ones I had, but honestly it's because they basically just ignored me. I got there shortly after turning eighteen and they let me stay until I graduated high school when I was twenty. Unfortunately the trauma of losing both of my parents caused my grades to plummet resulting in me being held back a couple years.
It was here that I had my first sexual encounter of any kind. As it turned out my older foster sister Stacy Matthews was a huge slut. She offered to blow me if I went down on her first. As you can imagine I jumped at the opportunity. It was really awkward because I didn't know what to do, but she guided me along and I even managed to give her an orgasm.
Shortly after turning 18 I was diagnosed with Hypersexuality. It's a disorder that causes extremely frequent sexual urges. Just seeing someone that I found even slightly attractive would make the sexual fantasies start, this only seemed to get worse the older I got. Sometimes the fantasies would keep repeating for days at a time. Later in life I found out that my case was an anomaly. Usually Hypersexuality was the symptom of something else, like Borderline Personality Disorder for example. However in my case the cause was in my very genetics. This made me wonder if dad also had this problem. That still doesn't excuse what he did though, there is no excuse for something like that.
Anyway I always wore baggy pants in order to hide the random erections that would spring up throughout the day. I'd masturbate any chance I got in order to get some relief, but it didn't last long. So as you can imagine when it came to my turn I was harder than I'd ever been in my life. My dick was about to burst in anticipation. Once she got my pants down however, the only thing I ended up with was humiliation and disappointment.
She took one look at my dick and burst out laughing. Even at my hardest I was only about two and a half to three inches long and only about as thick as a finger. Needless to say this quickly caused me to wilt and run out of her room with tears in my eyes while trying to pull up my pants. The next day everyone at school heard about how Little Dick had a little dick. No matter where I went that nickname seemed to follow me. At this point I started sinking deeper into depression.
She made me keep pleasuring her whenever she was in the mood, which was unsurprisingly all the time. While I was pleasuring her she'd always find some way or another to berate me. I guess at the very least thanks to her I became great at oral sex. Whenever I refused to do what she wanted she'd threaten that she would tell her parents that their foster son raped her, reminding me that they were hers so they wouldn't believe me if I denied it.
Whenever she brought someone over for sex, she'd make me watch and constantly tell me that with my little dick I would never be able to experience this pleasure. It was even worse when she brought girls over because she'd make me strip so that they could ridicule me. I could tell that some of them pitied me, but they didn't bother doing anything to help. After all they didn't want to end up in the same position.
Whenever she caught me jerking off she'd tell me how my hand was the only lover I'd ever have, or throw other insults around until I was completely soft and thoroughly humiliated. It's like she knew when I was masturbating because about seventy-five percent of the time she'd catch me in the act. Once she even set up a hidden camera in my room and sent the video to almost everyone at school. It felt like relieving myself was some kind of sin.
All of this left me pretty traumatized to the point where I became impotent. Unfortunately even though I couldn't get it up the thoughts and fantasies didn't go away. I had seriously considered suicide on more than one occasion, but never went through with it.
Once I graduated from high school, I moved to a small town near London, Ontario where I got a crappy little one bedroom apartment and a job with an overnight cleaning service. I figured if I worked at night then I didn't really have to deal with people. I basically lived off of microwavable dinners, soda and junk food. At this point I had stopped taking care of myself. My teeth were getting really bad, my hair was falling out and I was massively overweight.
So there I was thirty-eight years old five foot five, well over three-hundred pounds, half of my teeth gone and almost completely bald. At this point I was trying to start bettering myself, but it was too late. Nothing I did seemed to help. I tried everything I could think of. I talked to my doctor about medications for my depression none of which worked. I started seeing a therapist who only seemed to make things worse. She made me talk about everything I went through which just reopened old wounds. It didn't help that she was incredibly hot and I could tell from the way that she looked at me that she really didn't want to meet with me.
I was getting desperate when David a guy that's in my small circle of online gaming buddies told me about how he had sold his soul to a demon so that he could have sex once a month with a succubus that would look like whoever he wanted. He said selling his soul was well worth it and he still had a few years left before they came to collect. He said it's just unfortunate that he'll never get to play Half-Life 3. Honestly I didn't believe him until he recorded a video of one of his monthly encounters. I had to believe after watching the video. He was having sex with someone who looked just like Penny from the Big Bang Theory.
