SPH-THEMED EROTICA STORIES

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Part 4…

“What on earth are you driving?” Lisa finally asked, after wandering into the garage to grab something from her own car.

“Oh, one of the guys from work is doing some work on the Jag, so he lent me his car for a while.” I lied, not knowing what else to say as an excuse. It had been over a week since he made off with the title to my pride and joy, and he made sure to let me know he was enjoying it.

“Your penis is far too small to own a sports car as nice as this, M.P.” He texted me.

I’d finally made my way back into the office, hoping to get my job back and exert just a little revenge on Liam for all he’d done. Little did I know he was just getting started on that score.

“You know, Andy, Liam is far better suited for that job than you are. I’m going to have to demote you if you want to stay with the company.” The boss stated firmly.

“Demoted?” I sighed. “How much of a demotion?”

“Well, that’s just the thing. It will be up to Liam to decide that, seeing as he will be your new supervisor.” He mused, seeing the discomfort on my face. I wondered just how much Liam had shared with him about me.

I practically crawled to my old office, only to find Liam leaning back with his feet up, talking on the phone. He held up a finger and pointed to one of the two club chairs that faced ‘his’ desk. Obediently, I complied, patiently waiting for him to finish his call.

After a good ten minutes of idle chatter about his golf game the weekend before, he hung up. “Well, M.P., how’s it hanging?” He chuckled. “Oh, sorry, not at all though, is it?” His humor did little to lift my spirits.

“I’ve been told to report to you, Sir.” I managed, slumping in the chair. My slacks slipped up into my ass crack, still abiding by his rule of never wearing underwear.

“Yes, that is how it’s going to go, now, I’m afraid, M.P.” He stood and motioned for me to follow. “He led me into a small cubicle a few doors down from his office. “No window view from here, I’m afraid, but as my assistant, you won’t be needing one. I’ll let you retrieve your things from that old Ford, and then I want you back in my office so we can discuss your new compensation.”

My heart sank, knowing that this might just be too much to bear. I would be Liam’s assistant, with everything he knew about me. This had disaster written all over it.

“Close the door, M.P.,” Liam insisted. I stood and did as he ordered. “Lock it.”

“Yes, Sir,” I responded, my micropenis at attention.

“Strip for me, M.P. I want to see how that tattoo has healed, and whether you’ve been maintaining the Little Morley standard.” He smirked, walking around to lean against the front of his desk.

It all came off until I was down to nothing. I’d been religious in keeping my body shaved, and knew he was amused by how hard I was just then.

“Well, it seems as though you enjoy your new status, isn’t that right, M.P.?” Liam prodded.

What else was I to say? “Yes, Sir.”

He opened the front of his trousers and slipped his hardened penis through the slot in his jockeys, ones I recognized as my own before he had wrested them from me. “On your knees, M.P.,” He demanded. “I’ll be expecting this service every morning as part of your new responsibilities.”

Humiliated, I lowered myself and crawled forward on my knees until I could smell him, his knob almost touching my lips. Trying not to think about it, I opened my mouth and took him in, sliding his full four inches over my tongue.

He grabbed the back of my head and was soon fucking my face, as I did my best to keep my teeth away from his thickness. What Liam lacked in length, he made up for in girth, and was giving my lips a good stretch before he poured his load down the back of my throat.

“That’s it, M.P., nicely done.” He slipped things back and took a seat at his desk, leaving me kneeling before him. Looking down, my penis had retreated to its normal button appearance.

“Now, as far as your compensation, you must realize that as an assistant, you will be taking a sizeable pay cut,” Liam stated calmly.

Here it was, then. “Yes, Sir.”

“I am willing to be generous, however, and only cut your pay in half.” He smiled. “I am sorry if this causes you any problems on the home front, but there’s nothing to be done about it, M.P.”

“I understand, Sir.” I mewled, wondering how I would ever explain this to Lisa.

“Tell you what I’ll do. I’ll stop over tonight after hours and help you explain things to your lovely wife.” Liam suggested forcefully.

“That’s quite all right, Sir. I’m sure I can manage on my own.” I desperately wanted him as far away from Lisa as possible.

“No, no. I insist. It’s the least I can do. Now wipe that cum off your chin and get back to your cubicle. I’ll be sending you the Bradford accounts to proofread, and they better be done by the end of the day.”

The rest of the day, I was squirming in my chair, fearing the worst as the evening approached. I had the files back on Liam’s desk just before five.

“By the way, M.P., how on earth do you explain your condition to your wife? What does she think of your rather degrading tattoo?” He asked, amused.

“She hasn’t seen it, Sir,” I admitted.

“How can that be? You do sleep in the same bed, don’t you?” He asked.

“I wear pajamas.” I sighed, ashamedly.

“Do you mean she hasn’t seen you naked once, since the meeting?” Liam chortled.

“No, Sir.” I sniveled.

“I see.” He stood and walked around the desk. “Do you think that’s fair?”

“Probably not, Sir. We’re not…” and I hated to admit this to him, but how else would I explain, “…intimate.”

“Well, I’m not all that surprised. You couldn’t really do much for her with that button of a dick, now could you?” Liam grabbed my crotch, amused when he found the tip of my penis rock hard against his grasp. “You’re so predictable, M.P., rock hard at all the wrong moments.” He slipped back behind his desk. “I’ll be by at seven. You make sure you’re both there for me now, won’t you?”

“Yes, Sir.” I crawled back to my cubicle in a state of panic.

“Why on earth do I need to be here, Andy?” Lisa asked when I told her about the visit. I hadn’t said anything about my demotion, or, more importantly, my drastic salary cut. She knew there’d been problems. She wasn’t stupid and knew something was going on.

Right on the dot, the doorbell rang. I glanced at Lisa, who shook her head. “He’s your colleague; you get the damned door.”

I’d changed into some jeans (sans underwear, of course) and a polo shirt, thinking a more casual look might calm his ire. Liam, on the other hand, was dressed to nines, having swapped his business suit for a swanky sport jacket and custom-cut slacks. “Hey there, M.P., I hope you haven’t disappointed me. She is here, isn’t she?”

“Yes, Sir. She’s in the living room.” I invited him in, knowing it was probably the worst decision I’d ever made.

Lisa perked up when Liam walked in, standing to offer her hand. “I’m Lisa Will, Andy’s wife.” She smiled.

“Liam Tanner, Lisa, I’m M.P.’s new supervisor.” He insisted, indicating one of the club chairs, while he took a seat beside my wife on the sofa. “Has M.P. told anything about why I’m here?”

“First of all, who is M.P.?” Lisa asked, justifiably.

“Oh, yeah, Andy. We all call him M.P. at the office, so I hope that’s alright?” Liam gave me a look that glued me to the spot.

“M.P.? What is that short for?” She asked.

Liam couldn’t help but laugh at her unintended pun. “Actually…”

“Why don’t I get us all something to drink?” I interrupted, trying to stave off the inevitable.

“Yes, great. I’ll have a scotch, straight up.” Liam demanded.

Lisa nodded that she’d have the same, while I stood and disappeared into the kitchen. I could overhear the two talking, and I dreaded to think just what Liam was saying to my wife. I poured the drinks quickly and made my way back in.

“Why didn’t you tell me about Liam before, Andy?” Lisa asked.

“I guess it just never came up, sweetie,” I explained.

Liam gave me a look that would melt steel, but then turned back to Lisa. “So, did M.P. mention that there’s been a bit of a shakeup at the office?”

It was Lisa who then gave me the stare. “No, M.P. hasn’t mentioned it.”

“Well, unfortunately, M.P.’s taken a bit of a demotion,” Liam explained. “That’s how I came to be his supervisor.”

“What the hell, M.P.  er… Andy? Why didn’t you tell me?” She scolded.

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out, afraid to tell her the gravity of the situation.

“It only just happened recently,” Liam explained. “You’ve probably noticed the change in cars, and maybe that his favorite watch is missing?” He continued.

“I knew about the car, but…”

“Well, I’ve taken those off his hands to try and help him out.” Liam lied, but I didn’t dare confront him on it.

Lisa looked out the window, seeing the familiar red Jaguar pulled up against the garage. “I see. Just how much of a demotion are we talking about here?”

“Why don’t you tell her, M.P.?” Liam insisted.

“About half.” I winced, waiting for her reaction.

“Half! Half? How on earth are we going to pay the bills, Andy, or M.P., whoever the hell you are!” Lisa yelled.

“We’ll manage, Lisa. Just calm down.” I tried.

“What the hell. What the fuck is this M.P. god damned it?” Lisa seethed.

“Why don’t you tell her?” Liam mused.

I felt sick, but there was nowhere else for the conversation to go. “M.P. is short for… micropenis.” I sighed.

I saw a smirk come over my wife’s face before she burst out laughing. “Well, does everyone know I’m sleeping with a button dicked loser?” Lisa scowled.

“Not everyone. Just me and a few other people.” Liam smirked. “Can you excuse me? I need to use your bathroom.” Liam explained.

“Down the hall to the left.” Lisa bit, still furious.

Liam disappeared down the hall while Lisa burrowed holes in my face with her glare. “What is going on, Andy. How the hell does he know about your… shortcomings?”

“It’s a long story, Lisa. Just understand, everything is going to be alright. Trust me.” I begged.

We sat there for a few minutes until Liam returned. I wondered if he’d taken a shit or something. “Well, I’ll leave the two of you to talk. You probably have some things to hash out. Thank you for the drink, M.P.”

“You’re welcome, Sir.” It had just slipped out, and I wondered just what Lisa might have made of it. Maybe she hadn’t noticed. I heard him take off in the sleek sports car a few moments later.

“Can we talk about this in the morning?” I asked, gently. “I’m a bit exhausted.”

“I can’t argue with you there, M.P.” Lisa sighed, grinning. I rolled my eyes at her using the insipid nickname.

“Really?” I mused.

“Hey, it fits, right?” She argued.

Lisa was in bed as I went to my dresser to get my pajamas. To my shock and dismay, every single pair was missing. Liam must have done something with them. With no underwear and no pajamas, I was going to be forced to expose myself to my wife.

“Can you close that window before you come to bed?” Lisa asked.

I looked over and saw the front window ajar, knowing that Liam had used it to dispose of my last defense against discovery. I looked down and saw the footprints in the garden, where he had retrieved them before he left.

When I finally emerged from the bathroom, I’d hoped that Lisa had turned off the light and closed her eyes. Instead, I found her waiting for me, obviously having questions about something.

“Andrew Will! What the hell have you done to yourself!” Her eyes were wide as saucers as she took in my hairless body and the MICROPENIS tattoo stenciled boldly above my rock-hard nub.

To Be Continued…

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