Built To Be Ruined

By subdeplume.

I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my waist. I had just returned earlier from a bike ride and had taken a long shower to ease my aching muscles. I looked at myself in the mirror and gave myself a once over. I was six feet tall, had black hair, and was pretty well-built if I say so myself. My one insecurity…well, it was tucked away under my towel. I wasn’t going to worry about my below-average dick now after a good workout.

I fumbled around the sink for my glasses but couldn’t find them. On top of that, I thought I had brought some fresh clothes to change into. Maybe I had forgotten? I could hear my wife Emma in the living room speaking to someone, probably on her phone. I cracked the door to the bathroom.

“Hey Emma, have you seen my glasses anywhere?” I called out.

“Hey, babe! I think I can see them here, right on the end table.” She replied.

I stumbled out to the living room, still wrapped in only my towel, and immediately noticed through my slightly blurred vision that someone else was sitting on the couch with her.

“Hey Jake, it’s great to see you! Wow, you are looking great. Why don’t you walk around like this more often?” A familiar voice giggled.

As she laughed, I recognized the voice of Emma’s best friend, Charlotte. I grabbed my glasses from the table, and Charlotte came into view. She was about 5’10, with dark brown hair, pale skin, and perfect DD-cup breasts that I had spent more than a few nights fantasizing about. My wife Emma sat next to her, a gorgeous 5’6 blonde woman with perky B-cup tits and a great ass.

“How was your bike ride, honey?” Emma asked. “It looks like you got a good workout in.”

“I did! I went for about 15 miles. I’m going to grab a drink, I think. You two want anything?” I replied.

They said they were fine, so I walked through the kitchen and drank a quick glass of water. Emma hadn’t told me that Charlotte would be over today, which seemed odd.

As I walked back into the living room, Emma stopped me.

“Hey, could you come over here for a second? Charlotte and I had a question for you.”

As I walked in front of the couch, Emma stood up and walked behind me.

“What’s that tattoo on your back, Jake?” Charlotte asked politely.

“Oh yeah, it’s just a-” I was cut off suddenly as I turned to show her because I had suddenly felt a cold breeze hit my nether regions as my towel was sharply yanked away.

Emma had grabbed my towel as I turned around, and Charlotte was staring straight at my ass! I grabbed the towel with one hand, desperately covering my junk, but Emma quickly threw it to Charlotte, and she promptly sat on it to keep it out of my reach. I looked at Emma, flushing beet red and fixing her with a glare.

“What the hell did you do that for!?” I asked. “Give me my towel back!”

“Charlotte here also had heard a rumor about guys who ride bikes, and I knew that you’d be happy to help her out. She told me that men who ride their bikes place a lot of pressure on their genital region, which can cause ” permanent shrinkage.” Emma replied with a mischievous smile. “I knew after some of our conversations you’d be willing to show her that it doesn’t impact real men like that.”

“Plus, you’ve already got a great ass,” Charlotte added. “Let me see the front now!”

My hands were clamped firmly to my genitals, blocking them from view. Emma and I had talked about those secret fantasies in confidence…she wouldn’t force me into this without discussing beforehand, would she?

“I didn’t sign up for this!” I protested.

“It’s fine. We’re all friends here. Besides, Emma here has told me all about you already. No secrets between friends, right? Go ahead and show me.” Charlotte had a smirk on her face as I turned to face her.

I gulped. I knew my bike ride had left my already less-than-impressive member even more shrunken than usual. But before I could respond, Emma grabbed my hands and yanked them forcefully away from my groin and behind my back, exposing me to Charlotte. Piercing laughter filled the room as Charlotte and Emma cackled gleefully at my penis. The shaft of my penis had retreated entirely into my body, leaving only the tiny head poking out from my groin. My balls had tightened against my body, appearing shriveled up and smaller than usual.

“Holy shit, Emma! You said he had a small cock, but that’s ridiculous! Is that from the exercise, or is he always that tiny?” Charlotte managed to get out between her fits of laughter.

“He’s always pretty small, but I think he’s shrunken more than usual. I wondered if the hot shower would help, but not!” Emma laughed with her friend.

My face flushed even further, but I couldn’t or wouldn’t pull my hands behind my back to cover myself.

“H-hold on, this is just because of the bike! It puts pressure on my dick. It made it shrivel up!” I stammered, trying to defend the indefensible.

“Yeah, it is smaller than usual, honey, but you must admit you’re not exactly hung like a horse. Maybe there’s some truth to that permanent shrinkage rumor!” cracked Emma.

“If you think it’s just from your exercise, why don’t you prove us wrong? Go ahead and get that little thing to its full size and show me just how much of a man you are.” Charlotte said with a smile. Had they planned this whole thing?

Emma returned to the couch with Charlotte, and my hands finally returned to cover my shame.

“Aw, the little guy is shy! Here, I know what gets him hard,” said Emma. She pulled off her top and revealed her breasts with a practiced flourish. She wasn’t wearing a bra, clearly waiting for this moment, and her nipples were already hard. Did this turn her on? “Come here, Char. Play with my boobs a little bit, and he’ll sprout to his full potential…all four inches of it.”

“Four? From what I saw, I’d be surprised if he could reach three…but what the hell, why not.” To my surprise, Charlotte began fondling my wife’s tits while I could only stare slack-jawed in amazement. I began to feel arousal mixed with shame at my humiliation, but my penis wasn’t growing yet.

“Come sit next to us, Jake, and we’ll make that little guy grow,” Charlotte called mockingly.

Shaken, I moved to sit on the other side of Emma, but Emma stopped me and grabbed Charlotte’s hands, indicating for her to stop playing with her breasts. Emma scooted to the side and motioned for me to sit between the two of them.

“Now, put an arm around each of us, and we’ll get you nice and big, okay?” Emma cooed to me quietly. As she spoke, Charlotte took her cue and pulled off her shirt. I watched in amazement as she unsnapped her bra to reveal her ample breasts, and at the sight of her topless, I felt my dick twitch with its first stirrings of life. Charlotte’s nipples were small for the size of her tits; to my surprise, both were pierced. I couldn’t look away from them as I sat and placed my arms around the gorgeous woman on either side of me.

“Hah!! It’s even worse sitting down. His dick has practically disappeared!” Charlotte cried out, pointing at the nub between my legs.

“Sadly, that’s pretty much normal, Char…I can’t even ride him when he’s sitting. We can use only a few positions where I can feel him.”

My face flushed even brighter, but I felt another twitch, and blood began to flow downstairs. My dick finally started to grow, and Charlotte took note immediately.

“Look, there he goes! Do you think he’ll hit four inches? Maybe this will help.”

With that, Charlotte grabbed my left hand and placed it on her breast. Emma quickly followed suit and placed my right hand on hers, and as I began fondling the two of them, Emma slid one of her hands up my thigh and started pulling my member between her thumb and forefinger. The difference between the two breasts was striking but heavenly. Emma’s perky B-cups were smaller, but they filled my hand perfectly as they had for the three years of our marriage. Emma knew I was a boob man, and I adored playing with her perfectly shaped tits. Charlotte’s tits were bigger than any of the women I had ever been with, but they were well-built and sagged less than I expected for her size. I gently pulled on her nipple, eliciting a small moan from her.

My cock continued to throb, and I finally reached a full erection under Emma’s guiding fingers. I began to groan as she gently continued to stroke me until, as suddenly as all this started, she stopped. Charlotte had grabbed something from the table beside her and held it in her hand as I continued to fondle their tits.

“Here, stand up, small fry,” Charlotte said.

I obeyed sheepishly and received a stinging swat on each ass cheek from them as I did.

“Now turn around.”

I followed her instructions and noticed that Charlotte had a small tape measure in her hand. Emma smiled devilishly.

“Be good, honey, and we’ll make you cum harder than ever.”

With that promise from my wife, there was no chance I would do anything but obey as Charlotte laid the tape measure against my throbbing cock. A drop of precum fell from the tip as I ogled her pierced tits so close to me, closer than I would ever have imagined when I woke up this morning.

“SEE! I told you he wouldn’t hit four, Emma! Three and a half, ohmigod, how have you dealt with that for so long? I would never accept anything under five, and that’s only if they’re good at eating pussy!”

My cock throbbed under this verbal assault on my manhood, but my arousal only intensified. More drops of pre-cum spilled to the ground as Charlotte laughed, causing her breasts to jiggle slightly.

“Well, he’s pretty good at eating pussy, and I have plenty of dildos and vibrators to keep me satisfied after he cums. It usually doesn’t take that long, so I ensure I get mine once he’s asleep.” Emma laughed with her. My face kept burning, but my dick was harder than ever.

“Hey, I make you cum!” I protested. “You said you like when I fuck you, missionary!”

“Oh honey…you know I love you, but I’ve just been being nice for the sake of our marriage. Your penis isn’t enough for me. I thought it’d be better to fake it than hurt your feelings. Once I talked to all of my girlfriends about your size, they got a kick out of it. Charlotte said she had an ex-boyfriend who also had a small penis and liked to hear about it, and once you brought it up last month, I knew I could finally tell you the truth.”

“Yeah, and my ex had a five-inch dick! He was almost normal. You’re actually minuscule! I knew you’d love this, little man.” Charlotte chimed in.

“We were right, too. We knew you’d love this! Look at all the pre-cum you’re leaking, babe. You’ve already dripped more cum out of those little balls than you’ve ever shot inside me!” Emma and Charlotte kept piling on, but their insults were only making me more turned on for some twisted reason. My cock continued dripping like a tap as Emma humiliated me in front of her best friend.

“Here, babe. Now that we have measured you and both know that you’re not even a measly four inches, we can finish you off. You look like you’re about to erupt already! I will play with your balls, and Charlotte can stroke you. Char, you will only need to pinch it with two fingers. Any more than that is overkill.” Charlotte nodded and reached out to squeeze my penis between her fingers.

“I can’t believe you like being humiliated for having a tiny penis, you pathetic loser,” Charlotte asked. “You have the smallest dick I’ve ever seen. I can’t believe that anyone would marry this worthless thing. It must have been such a disappointment to Emma when she finally saw it…I feel so bad for her. You should have heard the girls at brunch when she first mentioned how small your dick is.” Her fingers stroked back and forth gently, and Emma played with my balls as I moaned under the combination of their physical assault on my genitals and the verbal attacks on my manhood.

I couldn’t believe that Emma would have told all of her friends that I was under-endowed…was that just a lie, a part of this twisted game? I could already feel myself getting dangerously close to the edge, and Emma looked up at me knowingly. She was very familiar with how long I could last and what I looked like when I was about to cum.

“It was pretty sad, remember honey? We were at our place, packed and ready to fly out the next morning. We were making out on the bed, and then…you came in your pants before you could even get any of my wedding lingerie off! I had to use a dildo to get myself off while you sat limp and watched me, but you said it was one of the sexiest things you had ever seen. Hold on a second.” Emma removed her hands from my balls and raced off to the bedroom. Charlotte gave me a few more strokes before removing her fingers, waiting for Emma’s return. My cock twitched at the sudden lack of stimulation, and a long strand of pre-cum connected Charlotte’s fingers to my penis.

She returned with her favorite dildo, a thick nine-inch beast that I had enjoyed watching her use on several occasions, including our wedding night. At the sight of it, Charlotte began laughing even harder.

“You know what that is, right?? That’s not just a dildo. It’s a clone-a-willy!” My dick tensed up in anxious pleasure as I waited for Charlotte to elaborate.

Emma spoke up instead. “That’s right. This is an exact model from my ex-boyfriend, Kevin. He made it when we were together, so I had something to use to get off with when he went out of town on business.”

I involuntarily moaned, and an erotic thrill raced through my body, realizing that my wife had been using her ex’s dick to pleasure her throughout our marriage.

“Hahaha, your wife had to use another man’s dick to get off on your wedding night! Do you know how pathetic that is? You are truly a small-cocked loser; you might be the most pathetic man I’ve ever met.” Charlotte declared.

Emma held up the dildo alongside my penis, and the comparison was not favorable. Her ex-boyfriend was almost three times my size and significantly thicker. Enjoying the comparison, Charlotte held her hand in the universal ‘small penis’ sign with her thumb and forefinger pinched only an inch apart. Emma took the cloned cock and laid it on the couch between her and Charlotte, a stark reminder of the difference between her previous lover and me.

“See how I used to get filled up, baby? I miss fucking cock like this. You know Kevin wasn’t the only man I’ve fucked with a big dick, right? I love you and your pee-pee, but sometimes I need to be stretched out. It’s not fair that I met a man who was perfect in every way…except for his little penis. I don’t mean to be rude, but…you know you have by FAR the smallest penis I’ve ever been with, right babe?” Emma’s words seemed to have a direct line to my penis. My cock twitched again, and pre-cum was streaming out of my dick. I was the most aroused I had ever been, and neither of them was touching me.

“It’s by far the smallest cock I’ve ever seen too. Honestly, cock is the wrong word. That’s a dicklette, a clit, a baby penis. It’s seriously sooooo tiny. Emma, I’m serious. If you ever need to get stretched out by a real man again, I have a friend with whom I can put you in touch.” Charlotte said.

I moaned as I pictured Emma fucking a bigger man again, and she took note.

“Would you like that, honey? Would you like your wife to be stretched out by a fat cock again, just like I used to?

I shuddered, and I could feel an orgasm rushing toward me. I gasped and struggled to hold it off, but I couldn’t get the image of Emma’s sweet pussy being filled with a dick that was nothing like my own.

“Charlotte, finish him off. He’s about to cum, I can tell.” Emma smirked.

Charlotte moved in front and reached for me, and as she did, she spoke again.

“God, a tiny penis and a premature ejaculator. No wonder you’ve been using those dildos, Emma. After we make this little loser spurt his tiny load, I will text you my friend’s info. With balls like those, I can’t imagine there will be much inside.” Her fingers encircled the base of my cock, but just gripped it loosely without stroking. “Are you going to cum, tiny? Are you going to prove that you deserve to be a cuck and cum to the idea of your wife being stretched out by a big dick? He’s going to fill her up like you never could with your little three-inch penis.” I groaned. Charlotte wasn’t stroking me at all, she was just humiliating me, but my orgasm was about to wash over me.

“Go ahead, tiny. Shoot that load all over my tits, and once you do, I will set up your wife with a real man. She deserves so much bigger and better than this pathetic little thing.”

Charlotte hadn’t moved her fingers, but suddenly my penis began to dribble cum out of the tip like a leak had been sprung, and she released my dick altogether. Cum was flowing out of my penis and falling onto Charlotte’s boobs, and she put one arm under her tits to prop them better under my leaking dick. I was awash in arousal, and my orgasm was practically washing over me, but the lack of stimulation prevented full release.

“Look, he can’t even cum like a real man! He’s dribbling cum just from us laughing at his pitiful little weenie! What a pathetic, tiny-dicked loser!” Charlotte was enjoying this now.

Charlotte and Emma laughed at me as my dick continued to dribble cum, and my knees nearly gave out as I shuddered and moaned, aching for a full release. Emma pointed at my penis and then the cloned dildo, and then she made the same ‘small penis’ sign Charlotte had made earlier.

Charlotte finally reached out with one finger and flicked the tip of my penis with one tap. Paired with the rapid-fire humiliation, I was finally brought over the edge, and my orgasm took over me in full. My small cock began firing rope after cum onto Charlotte’s pierced tits.

Stream after stream of cum landed on Charlotte’s boobs, and my body spasmed as the two women laughed at how their humiliation alone had just made me cum. Emma looked up at me and smiled with her hand continuing to indicate just how small she thought my dick was. Finally, my orgasm subsided, and Charlotte looked down at her tits, completely spattered with my cum. She was a bit shocked as she turned back to Emma.

“Small penises like that deserve ruined orgasms, I think. He knows he doesn’t deserve a real orgasm with that tiny thing.” Charlotte replied. “He still came a lot, though. That surprised me. His balls are so small. I thought he wouldn’t be able to work up that much.”

“One thing I will say, Char, is that’s more cum than I’ve ever seen him produce. I used to think his balls were too tiny to shoot big loads as a real man does, but I think he just needs to be humiliated and ruined first. You’re right. It’s what little dicks were built for.” Emma smiled as she stood up. “Now, what was the name of that friend of yours?”

 

The End.

 

*This story has been edited to fix spelling, punctuation, & basic grammar, but the narrative and plot have remained the same. Remember, even with limited editing. It doesn’t mean any possible major flaws in this story were fixed. The opinions/views expressed in this story are those of the author and do not represent this site. We support freedom of speech.

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