A Cockalorum – I Put Him In His Place

What’s a Cockalorum, you ask?

A Cockalorum is an old-fashioned word for someone who’s overly self-important—basically a guy who struts around like he’s far more impressive than he actually is. Think loud confidence, constant bragging, and just enough arrogance to make people roll their eyes the second he walks away.

So Ethan thinks he’s hot stuff. And he talks way too much. Plus, he leans back like he owns the room. But really, he’s just a cockalorum. That’s an old word. It means he’s all puffed up. Yet there’s nothing inside. Well, he kept bragging. And he stared at me. He thought I liked his act. So he got even louder. But he was so wrong.

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Then one night, I stopped him cold. And I asked if he was tired. He looked confused. So I told him straight. He’s fake. Ethan was nothing but a cockalorum, and he’s loud. But he’s empty inside. Then I looked down. And I saw the truth. His pants were tight. But there was nothing there. Just a little bump. So small. Like a baby carrot. Or a tiny button. See, I knew then. That’s why he shouts. He has a clit dick. A micro pecker. So pathetic. And so useless. It was hard too. But still tiny. Like a thimble. So sad.

He saw me looking. And his face went white. Plus, his hands dropped down. He tried to cover it. But I laughed out loud. “Is that it?” I asked. “That little nub?” So much shame. Well, everyone looked too. Now they saw the real him. Just a tiny dick loser. All noise. No cock, only a cockalorum. Plus, I knew his secret now. And I would tell everyone. About his baby dick. His worthless nub. So he belongs to me. Total. Because I know.

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Plus, I stepped closer. And I whispered mean. “You brag so loudly. But you’re packing nothing. Less than nothing. A useless little worm.” Then I held up my pinky. “This is bigger. Way bigger. And I still laugh at this.” He wanted to hide. But I pointed right at it. “Look at that micro cock,” I said. “So sad. So little.” Then I snapped my fingers. “What a pathetic cockalorum. You are only clit boy. That’s you.” He shook hard. And his eyes got wet.

So I kept going. “You could never fuck me. Never. That clit is too small. It would slip out. Plus, you couldn’t reach.” Then I patted his cheek. “Poor baby. All mouth. No meat.” Well, he broke then. And I owned him. Plus, my panties were soaked through. Power feels good. And his tiny dick proved it.

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