SPH-THEMED EROTICA STORIES

*****

Part 5…

Needless to say, Lisa was not at all pleased by what I’d done. Without any recourse, I explained the entire thing, even disclosing that I’d joined the Little Morleys, and what subsequently happened there.

“You really are such a fool, Andy, or should I start calling you M.P.?” Lisa scolded the following morning. “I don’t know whether we can continue this way. I’ve a right mind to leave you this instant, but seeing as we’ve managed this far in our lives with your… diminutive member, I don’t see the point.” Lisa sighed, looking at her watch.

“To be fair, I really didn’t think you’d stay,” I said, sadly.

“Well, for all intents and purposes, aside from attending this ‘club’, you had no choice in the matter. They shaved you and tattooed you without your consent?”

“Not exactly. I signed a waiver, you see.” I explained.

“Can you at least grow your hair back down there and cover up that ridiculous tattoo?” Lisa asked reasonably.

“Actually, the rules are that I have to stay hairless.” I sighed.

She frowned, shaking her head. “What am I going to do sleeping with someone as… unworthy as you seem to be right now?” She asked.

“Can’t you just quit the damned club?” She asked.

“Actually, Liam is a member, which is how all of this started spiraling out of control,” I grumbled. I hadn’t divulged the fact that I’d sucked more cocks in the last month than she had in her life.

“So, he has you, then?” Lisa hissed. “If you don’t show up, he’ll spill the beans at work, and probably get you fired outright.” She stated correctly. “Well, right now, half your old salary is just about what I make, so between the two of us, we might make ends meet.” Lisa reasoned.

Sooner or later, she was going to find out about my gay dalliances, and that might be that. I doubted she would put up with me looking as I did and knowing that was a fag to boot.

“What exactly goes on at this club or yours?” She asked.

“It’s a bunch of guys that have one thing in common, we’re all underendowed,” I explained.

“You’re not… oh god, you’re not doing anything there that might be considered sexual, are you?” She asked, and I supposed it was inevitable that she would be curious.

Then the question was, do I lie, or tell the truth? If I lied, and she found out, and they always do, she would most definitely leave me. If I told the truth, then she would know I’m not only at least bisexual, but that I was essentially cheating on her.

“They forced me.” Which wasn’t actually a lie.

“So, what… you’re sucking their cocks, then?” I could see the corner of her mouth rise in a devilish smile. “Because we haven’t had anything resembling intimacy in years, Andy. I suppose it was almost inevitable.”

“What do you mean, Lisa?”

“Well, not to put too fine a point on it, Andy, I haven’t exactly been faithful either. The thing is, with me, at least it was with the opposite sex.” She mused.

“Then we’re even then, yes?” I hoped.

“Even? I wouldn’t say that, exactly, but I am willing to overlook it, as long as you do with me.” She smirked.

*****

I left that day with a renewed sense of relief. It was a bit disheartening to learn of Lisa’s infidelity, but I could hardly complain. What did I have to offer her, a shriveled morsel of a penis that barely qualified as such? No, I was pleased things had gone as they had.

Now I only had to deal with Liam and the situation at the office. After clocking in, something I wasn’t used to yet, I made my way to his office, closed the door, and locked it. Without being asked, I stripped down and knelt in front of his desk as he watched.

“Good morning, M.P.,” He mused, slipping out from behind and lowering his trousers. Another pair of my old jockeys appeared as his penis poked out, ready for my attention. Mine, of course, was its usual raging two inches. “Do you still have a wife, then?” He asked as he placed his hand on the back of my head.

I didn’t answer, which pleased him, I think, because he thought he might have ended it for me. I vigorously took him in, his thick cock pressing just deep enough to tickle my throat. I’d best get used to it.

I felt him tighten his grip, the warm goo sliding down my throat. I allowed him to pump into me, his member pulsing against my lips and tongue. When he was satisfied he’d humiliated me enough, he pulled me back. Strings of his cum spindled from my lips.

“Clean it up, M.P.,” He ordered. Almost eagerly, I slurped up his spunk and swallowed it. “So, how is Lisa?” He asked.

“We’re working through it, Sir,” I said, not lying.

“You are, are you? I hope you don’t mind my making off with your pajamas.” He laughed. “I thought she should know who she’s sharing a bed with.” He tousled my hair and let me get dressed.

“As I said, Sir, we’re working through it.” I tightened my tie and stood awaiting his dismissal.

“I trust you’ll be at the meeting tomorrow evening, M.P.” He chuckled. “You know the rules.”

I’d completely overlooked the date, but knew I had to be there. “Yes, Sir, I’ll be there.”

“Speaking of rules, I think it’s about time you sported a haircut that better suited your station.” He smirked. “I’m going in for a trim this morning. Why don’t you tag along?” It wasn’t a suggestion.

After the morning meetings, which I was no longer required to attend, he hustled me out of the building and down the street to a local barber, whom he frequented, apparently.

“Good morning, Liam. In for a trim?” The older barber inquired. We were the only ones in there, so Liam hopped right in.

“Just a little off the back and sides, Martin.” He instructed.

Using the comb and scissors, he began artfully shaping Liam’s hair to the prescribed length. I didn’t dare imagine what Liam had in store for me.

“Who’s your friend there?” Martin asked.

“M.P., oh yes, he’s a subordinate from work. Lost a bet, now he’s got to pay the piper, as it were.”

“Oh, dear.” The barber mused, and they both chuckled.

In short order, I was summoned to the chair, and Martin spun the chair to face Liam, who had taken a seat directly behind me.

“What was the deal, M.P.?” He sneered, glaring at me.

“Short back and sides?” I questioned.

“Always trying to welch on his bets, Martin. No, he’s in for the works, lather and all.” Liam chided.

I’d always taken pride in my outward appearance and had enjoyed a full head of hair all my life. Now, even that was going to be taken away. I’d never sported a shaved head my whole life. As the clippers began peeling the dirty blonde mop from my head, I suppose I shouldn’t have been surprised that my penis was at full attention.

Liam was grinning ear to ear as my bald head came into view. He was certainly having his way with me, and there was nothing I could do about it. Just then, I wasn’t sure I could, even if I wanted to. As the lather was slowly scraped away, I swear I nearly came in my pants.

The cool morning breeze felt strange against my naked scalp as we made our way back to the office. “Thanks for the haircut, Sir,” I said earnestly.

“Well, you look like a bloody skinhead, but I suppose that might stir things up with the wife.” He prodded.

“To be honest with you, Sir, I’m not certain she will care all that much, considering everything else.” I relayed.

“So be it. You’ll keep it this way, M.P.,” Liam ordered. “Consider it an extension of your Little Morley’s obligation.”

“Yes, sir.” I mewled as I garnered all sorts of stares from the staff on my way back upstairs.

*****

“That’s a new look.” Lisa laughed as I walked in the door. “I suppose Liam had something to do with that?”

“You’re very perceptive, my dear.” I leaned in to kiss her on the cheek, which she shied away from.

“Let’s keep things platonic for now, M.P.” She kidded, although she never called me Andy again after that day. “I hope you don’t mind fending for yourself, but I’m going out with one of the girls from work,” Lisa informed me.

“That’s fine,” I said, knowing what she was hoping for.

“Maybe I’ll even get lucky.” She smiled as she closed the door behind her.

*****

As I reached the top of the stairs, I was greeted by Phillip Borden once again, who was quick to remind me that I was to be naked again. As soon as I entered, other members began to disrobe, but I was the first to do so, and would be from then on.

Everyone commented on my bald head, and Liam was quick to point out I had taken it upon myself to extend my hairlessness for the duration. Some appreciative applause met that, so it was locked in. All the while, my micropenis, as marked, was straining inside its little casing.

I lost track of the number of cocks I sucked that night, as I did the first time. It was not unobserved that I was the only one on my knees. Talking with Phillip, it was customary for the smallest penis to service those larger than him, out of respect.

“So, I’ll always be the one doing the sucking?” I asked.

“Yes, well, technically, if someone smaller is initiated…ah,” he chuckled, “Yes, it will always be you.” With that, he pushed me down to suckle on his three-incher.

I left the club that night with a belly full of cum mixed with a few Manhattans. Not a good combination. I managed to make it to the toilet when I got home before I brought up the entire slimy mess. Fortunately, Lisa was still out with her friend, so she wasn’t there to check in and see what I’d been doing.

Saturday brought a sort of calm, and I managed to sleep in for the first time in weeks. I didn’t have Liam breathing down my neck at least. Out of fairness to Lisa, I’d moved my things into the guest bedroom. She hadn’t insisted on it, but appreciated the gesture, nonetheless.

I thought back on the night before, knowing what a shameless cocksucker I was turning into. I fiddled with my hairless button, hoping for an erection. After pulling my useless nub and achieving the usual pathetic dribble, I pulled myself out of bed.

“Morning, Lisa,” I said as I made my way to the refrigerator.

“M.P.,” She giggled. “You know you forgot to flush the toilet last night after you were sick. Gross.” She complained. “Tell me, how many cocks did you suck, exactly?”

To Be Continued…

*The opinions/views expressed in this story (and in any comments) are those of the author and do not represent this site. We support freedom of speech. This story has been submitted directly to this website so that we can publish it here. Thanks for your submission.