SPH-THEMED EROTICA STORIES

Part 1…

“What are you looking at?” Lucy asked Mark, seeing he had X open on his phone again.

“Nothing much,” he answered, hoping she might take an interest that would end up with her unlocking his little dick from its cage.

“Show me what you’ve been looking at recently. Let’s see what kind of guy you are today. I never know with you – it could be feet or pegging or big cocks – or anything.”

Lucy grabbed Mark’s phone and started scrolling through his posts to see which he’d liked. Mark sat there just hoping his frustrated little penis would get some use after 2 weeks locked without any chance to feel anything but the inside of his plastic cage.

“Big cocks for you today?” she inquired.

“Well, for you as well…”

“Oh, that’s who you are today. My little dicked boy wants me to take a big cock? See how a man can stretch me out like you never will? And you want to be underneath like the guy in this video? But his little thing is bigger than your babydick. How embarrassing for you to be smaller than the cuck.”

Mark had to try to build up the courage actually to say the humiliating things that turned him on. One of the most embarrassing, but exciting things was to admit out loud the endless taboos that made his little dick so desperate and frustrated.

“Watch until the end,” he said.

“Why, what happens? Lucy asked.

“Just watch. I would do that if you ever let me watch you do that.”

She paused the video.

“Tell me what you want to do, and I’ll watch it. Be a big boy and tell mommy what you want.”

She could tell even this was making Mark twitch and leak in his cage.

“After you let me watch you take a big cock, I would clean you up and hope you’d unlock me so I can feel how small my tinkle is in your used pussy”

“Haha! This is great. I can get you to admit all your little fantasies just by keeping you locked and excited. But, you know if we did this, you’d have to be very good for longer than you’re usually locked. And I would make you go through with it if I don’t get to use a dick – even your babydick – for a long time. Be careful what you wish for.”

“Yes, mommy.”

Lucy saw Mark’s heart beating fast and had an idea: “Come upstairs, you can do something for me.”

Mark shot up the stairs, threw his clothes off, and got on the bed. Lucy went into the bathroom and sat on the toilet. She looked inside her underwear, which confirmed how wet she’d become. She knew he’d like these, so she decided not to wipe after he peed and went into the bedroom, where she dropped her underwear on Mark’s face.

“I know they’re good so that I won’t ask this time,” she said as she rubbed the wet patch on his lips. “You can keep them for when I’m gone, and you’re still locked.”

Mark gulped, hoping Lucy had forgotten that Locktober starts tomorrow. He usually dropped a million hints, especially when he was unlocked and feeling overconfident. He’d be a bit of a brat and tell Lucy how he played with his little dick all the time. Today, though, after 2 weeks locked without any touch, he kept quiet.

That’s the thing with being locked up. It’s an exciting thought and a very frustrating reality. Although Mark always found that, after enough time locked and with enough teasing, he would easily drift into subspace and accept his place as an endlessly horny toy to be used for Lucy’s pleasure and amusement.

Lucy lay down naked on the bed and said, “I want your face down there” as she pointed to and then ran her fingers through her thick dark bush. Mark didn’t need telling twice, but he only came face to face with her pussy and didn’t start before being given the order. He inhaled deeply; he loved her scent and knew every part of it from spending so much time with his head between her legs and sniffing her underwear. Mark let out a little moan as he started to hump his cage into the bed. Lucy flicked the cage with her toes.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, enjoying his extreme frustration and wondering how far she could push him.

“I’m just so humpy!” he replied, dropping his face into the mattress in frustration.

“I know. Be a good boy, and you might get something nice,” she spread her swollen pussy lips and exposed her big clit, “start licking… good boy.”

This is where Mark was happiest—locked and focused on her pleasure. It was the only thing that really took his mind off his twitchy little penis. He enjoyed her orgasms. He licked and sucked her hard clit, flicked it and lightly licked all around, brought her to the edge 3 times before she slapped his face and grabbed his head tight. She needed to cum, and he got the message. She pulled him tight, and he didn’t care; he could hardly breathe. He finally gave her the orgasm she needed. Lucy shook and held on tight and rode out her pleasure before relaxing and releasing Mark’s head. He stayed there and breathed her in until she told him to come up to the pillow.

Mark awaited his reward but was handed her favorite toy, the Womanizer. Mark wanted to feel how small he was, so Lucy decided to show him. Luckily, she needed to orgasm as much as possible to loosen up her pussy. Mark went to work. He’d had to learn to use this toy well, and it sucked her clit to 2 more orgasms before Lucy demanded he get her big dildo.

“You want to see me take a big cock?”

“Yes plese”

“As I said, be careful what you wish for. I might not need your tiny tinkle anymore, and then I could just leave you locked up. Now, use some lube and work it in slowly; I’m not used to anything that size, although some would call it average”

It didn’t take long to get used to the big cock, and the toys took her to another orgasm quickly.

“That reached places you never will. Your tiny penis doesn’t make me cum that fast. Take your cage off”

It was off in seconds. Lucy saw all the precum that had built up. “What was it you said earlier? You want to clean up?” She collected as much as she could on her big dildo and pushed the head into Mark’s mouth. “Keep being a good boy and clean up mommy’s big cock”.

Then, she held the big cock next to Mark’s tiny, flaccid dick.

“Awww, it’s so small. Can you make it any bigger, or is that it?”

“I can try – if you let me touch my cock” said Mark, hopefully.

“Oh no, big boy cocks get hard by themselves. That’s why yours isn’t really a cock, is it? You’ve got a tinkle. A little babydick. Definitely not a cock.”

She told Mark to hold the big cock on top of his little thing so she could ride it while his little willy started to come to life.

“Stay still and hold the big cock there. You’re just my toy, so you stay there and be quiet,” followed by a hard slap to his face and another one to his balls.

Lucy used her toys to cum once more and felt Mark’s hard little penis poking at her like a little finger trying to get her attention. Mark didn’t say a word. He was too nervous he’d be told to lock back up if he asked for anything and didn’t want the embarrassment of admitting any more fantasies or fetishes.

“I need a pee,” Lucy announced. Again, she chose not to wipe. She came back and sat straight on Mark’s face. He felt her final drops of pee dripping on him. She moved around to get comfortable, settling with his nose inside her pussy for a minute. Then she started to slide back and forth. “Tongue out.” She rode his tongue with both holes, soaking his face, stopping with her bum right on his tongue. He licked and wished her smothering would last forever.

“Keep that tiny thing hard”

Lucy left Mark’s soaked face, but he did not try to wipe it dry. He’d been used for her pleasure and wore it proudly. She lowered herself onto his little dick and let him feel the hot wetness he’d been missing for the last 2 weeks. He felt tiny in her used pussy. She’d been stretched by the big cock, and Mark was so embarrassed realizing how pathetically small he was. 30 seconds later Mark was on the edge.

“I’m gonna…”

She stopped.

“Don’t you dare!”

She sat down hard and slapped his balls, grabbing and digging her nails in.

“Stay still!”

She picked up her toy, placed it over her clit, and enjoyed the twitching little penis under her total control. Lucy had no intention of letting Mark cum after keeping him denied for so long. She was getting her pleasure, and he’d always told her that’s all that matters. Her final crashing orgasm was made so much more powerful sitting on the desperate little thing she was about to lock back up for as long as she decided. And the fact that she just realized at that moment that Locktober was starting tomorrow.

Lying down and basking in her pleasure, Lucy said the words Mark was dreading, “Put the cage on.” He knew better than to argue by now.

“Give me your phone. I think I’m going to need to look at what you’ve been liking again”

He opened X and handed it over, knowing she’d only just started down this rabbit hole.

“What’s DVP? I see you’ve liked that. Oh, I think I could work up to that, especially using your tiny penis to start with. You just twitch and leak in your cage while I find out what you really want. I might be a while, so you just hump my leg.”

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Part 2…

It was dark when Mark woke up. He must have drifted off exhausted from the frustration of being teased and denied. He felt a hand softly cradling his blue balls. Not knowing the time, he hadn’t realized Lucy had been browsing his X account for over an hour. She was acutely aware of the time and had made sure not to disturb him until now. He started to hump her hand and, although he knew there’d be consequences, Mark took the risk and asked, “Will you unlock me to do a little squirt before Locktober starts?”

“It’s already too late, and you chose to sleep instead of using your last chance to play.”

She gripped his balls tighter and dug her nails in. “And you know you’re not supposed to ask to be unlocked. I’ll handle it so you don’t have to. I’ll deal with you in the morning. Now, try to be a good boy and go back to sleep.”

She swiped the wetness from the tip of his cage and wiped it on his lips before making him spoon her, sticking her ass out and holding his hand on her soft boobs. He did not return to the deep sleep he’d been in for a long while.

In the morning, Lucy let Mark sleep a little longer before waking him, nuzzling into his armpit. He loved the heady scent and said he could live there. This didn’t take long to turn into humping, especially after she started stroking his hair and saying good morning to her good boy.

“But you haven’t been completely good, have you? You asked to be unlocked, and you know the rule,” she said.

“But I didn’t know it was after midnight and I needed to do a little squirt before being locked all month,” he said as he tried to use what little defense he had.

“You’ve always said you should start your time locked by being frustrated. Well, now you are, so you’re welcome. Now get me a coffee and come back to take your punishment.”

“Oh no,” he thought, “she’s really paying attention to what I’ve said and liked on X. I always asked for this, but she did say be careful what you wish for…”

Mark came back upstairs, and they sat and chatted as usual over their morning drinks. It’s not all whips and chains, thankfully, or at least it wasn’t until the coffee was finished.

Lucy pulled her wand vibrator from beside the bed and turned it on. She got up and knelt between Mark’s legs, which she pushed apart. She held the wand on his little cage but saw from his reaction he wouldn’t last long that way, and she couldn’t let him cum on day one of Locktober, with 2 weeks already under her belt. Lucy looked to see where else she could vibrate without the immediate risk of an accident. She lifted Mark’s big blue balls and giggled, “I can’t play with your clit, but this looks just like a pussy under here. I’ll just play with your pussy like a girl.”

She knew too much. Mark could only take it and let the embarrassment wash over him. She continued to push the wand’s head into his “pussy”. His eyes rolled back, and he felt so exposed.

“Don’t get carried away. And tell mommy if you’re going to squirt. No accidents please.”

After just another minute, Mark had to ask her to stop, “Please, oh god, please…”

“Are you going to make cummies for mommy? You know you’re not allowed. Ask me properly to stop.”

“Please stop, mommy, I don’t want to squirt cummies!”

“How embarrassing,” he thought, but he’d never been more excited.

Lucy took the wand away to calm Mark down.

“Good boy, we don’t want you to make a mess to clean up. And you’ve only got a month to go.” He groaned as he realized the fate he’d sealed for himself was everything he’d asked for. This was all his doing, and she’d make him regret and love it.

Mark began to miss the feeling of the big wand head pressing between his legs, and he squirmed.

“What is it?” Lucy asked, “Tell me what you’re asking for.”

“Can I have the wand back, please?”

“Where do you want it? On your clit?”

Mark shook his head. “My special place.”

“Say it. You wand this big cock in your…”

“Pussy,” he finally said it.

“So ask me properly,” she said, really driving home the humiliation.

“Please mommy, fuck me like a girl. Please put the big cock in my pussy.” He craved the feeling of something back there, trembling from the exposure and embarrassment.

She pushed the wand back in hard, then took it out and made him turn over before pushing it back in again. Mark hadn’t realized she had the paddle brush out to turn his ass red for asking to be let out of his cage. Pleasure and pain in equal measures. This was all so overwhelming for Mark; he’d become a babbling mess and could not form a single thought. He’d descended all the way into subspace and was Lucy’s toy for her entertainment. She turned his cheeks redder than ever before and kept his tiny penis on the edge until she was satisfied he’d suffered enough.

“Now, you stay locked, and I will make the decisions.”

“Thank you, mommy.”

With that, she handed him her favorite toy and had him use it over and over like an obedient little boy. Lucy really needed those orgasms after playing with and punishing her boy. This new information had opened up a more sadistic side to her, and she liked it. One of them, at least, would enjoy this Locktober.

“Now to start the plan with this DVP thing,” she thought, “He won’t be expecting this, but I did warn him to be careful what he wished for.”

Lucy had to go home, and she’d be back next weekend. Mark thought he might just get through the week more easily without her around to tease him. Although they did work in an office together, she may have some chances to make his cheeks flush and his little penis twitch in its cage.

That’s when Mark saw a notepad on the coffee table that read, “Take this Sharpie and keep it with you at all times, and make sure you respond to all of my messages immediately. Be a good boy for mommy.”

Even this little instruction got him excited. He slipped the pen into his pocket and spent the evening trying to keep himself busy with anything to take his mind off his frustration.

Sleep didn’t come easy for Mark. He didn’t make it easy for himself, humping the duvet with his face in the crotch of Lucy’s underwear. He scrolled through X for a while, hitting the like button knowing Lucy would be back to look through all his deepest desires.

In the morning, Mark was almost out the door before going back to grab the Sharpie. He didn’t want any reason to be punished now that Lucy seemed to have taken things up a notch. He still felt tender when he sat down after the last spanking, something Lucy frustratingly had been unable to achieve in the past.

They exchanged ‘good mornings’ by text, and she asked if Mark was in the office yet, knowing he was because they’d both shared their locations. She checked he had the pen, and he didn’t hear from her for a few hours after she simply said, “good boy.” This was enough to keep her on his mind constantly.

“Cage check,” the text message read, “You have 5 minutes to send me a picture of you locked up, or there’ll be consequences. Use your pen to write BABYDICK above your cage to prove the picture is from today.”

“Yes, mommy,” he replied.

Mark read the message, locked his computer, and tried to walk away normally, his cheeks glowing red. He entered a cubicle and pulled his trousers and underwear down to his knees before double-checking the door was locked. He pulled out the pen and checked the time. He had 2 minutes left, and his shirt was getting in the way. He took it off quickly and was breathing heavily, making more noise than you might expect to come from a cubicle when he heard a cough. He froze and tried to compose himself. Mark was so focused on his task that he forgot to check that he was alone. With some difficulty, he managed to write the humiliating words on his own body and snap a photo to send to Lucy in time. He sent it and hoped he’d made the deadline. Lucy always liked to set a timer, so he knew she’d be strict about this.

Another text, “You made it with 4 seconds to go. Funny that, that’s the same amount of inches you have. HAHAHA! And your tinkle looks so tiny all locked up,” followed by laughing emojis.

Mark was shaking. He could barely keep his ragged breath under control and didn’t know whether to get dressed and run or wait for the other person to leave their cubicle. He got dressed as quietly as he could, but we all know the telltale sounds of someone getting dressed, rather than just pulling up trousers. Mark got out of there as fast as he could. A few minutes later, he noticed a colleague return to their desk and sit down, giving him an odd look as he still looked red and slightly disheveled.

“Are you okay, Mark?” Peter asked. Mark had seen Peter at the urinal before. He couldn’t peek at the huge cock flopping around next to him, being flaunted obviously. This only made his humiliation worse.

“Was it Peter in the other cubicle?” he thought.

“Uh, yeah, just a little warm today,” Mark finally answered, in his frustrated haze, his gaze forever returning to Peter’s very tight trousers, showing off that massive thing. It looked as though he was harder than usual.

“Sure,” replied Peter, “Very hot,” knowing exactly what Mark couldn’t keep his eyes off.

As Lucy sat and admired the caged dick pic and basked in her newfound leveled-up dominance, she almost didn’t notice her colleague, Katy, approach her.

“Hi! Coming out for a break?” Katy asked, eyeing the fleshy tones on the screen before Lucy quickly hid it.

“Yeah, let me just get my shoes on,” Lucy replied.

Lucy was always barefoot. That’s what Mark noticed about her when they started working together years ago, and what initially brought them together. Her perfect feet. It was like they’d never been walked on.

The girls went out for a quick vape, a moan about work and a chat. They came back into the building and into the lift. As they were reaching the office, Katy noticed Lucy’s necklace, which had a key on it, and said it was nice.

“Mark got this for me,” said Lucy.

“Oh, how sweet, he’s given you the key to his heart.”

“Uh, not to his heart, no…”

Later, Lucy texted again, “Cage check. Go over the old writing every time, but this time also write SHRIMPY somewhere near your little thing.”

“Yes, mommy,” he replied in seconds.

Off he went to write the humiliating words and take the picture with much more ease and accuracy this time. Someone came in as Mark was finishing within the time limit. Mark sent his picture to Lucy and thanked her for keeping him locked. The other person lingered at the urinals while Mark took the opportunity to sit down to pee, his cage hitting the toilet seat with a loud clunk. He’d have to stay in there and wait.

Just then he received another text, “Come see me right now,” Lucy had written.

Mark had to take the plunge and hopefully slip by the lingerer. He dabbed the little drips from his cage, pulled up his trousers and gently opened the door. It was Peter. It had to be Peter.

“Hi Mark!” he announced, turning his head with a smug smile. He’d heard his colleague sitting down to pee. And he’d heard the clunk.

Mark saw Peter’s big cock waving about. He must have been shaking it for a while because it was almost all the way hard. With all the mirrors, there was hardly any angle from which Mark couldn’t see it. And Peter had turned to let it be seen while he forced a conversation about work. Mark did his best to shut it down and slipped out of there as soon as he could, but he had been staring at that big cock as his cage got tighter and his face redder. He didn’t realize until he left that he’d been biting his lip too.

Mark made his way to Lucy’s desk. There weren’t too many people about, but he hoped she would be discreet with whatever she wanted.

Lucy had the pictures on display and was flipping between them.

“You’re not filling it right up. I see gaps,” she said.

“I was nervous. It’s not like that now,” he said, eyes darting everywhere to see if anyone was looking or listening.

She handed him something small. “Here’s your first marble. Every time I see it’s too big for you, I’ll give you another. Take my key and put it in now.”

This was much harder to do with the cage so tight now, but at least Peter had gone back to work. However, he had that same smug look when Mark returned with his tighter cage, looking flustered.

The first week of Locktober went on like this until Mark had gone into double figures with the humiliating words he’d written on himself for the regular cage checks. And they came at random times, so he was never prepared. The last one came on Friday afternoon with an extra instruction to put the Sharpie in his bum and leave it there. The frustration was already sending Mark crazy, but now he had 3 marbles in the cage, and the pen was pressing on his prostate, making his little penis leak all afternoon.

Lucy decided she needed to see what this had done for Mark, so she asked for one more bonus check. Squished in his cage, his fingers catching the huge amount of precum leaking, with the new addition of the words “MOMMY’S GOOD BOY” written on him.

She texted back, “You’ve been a very good boy this week, so we’ll start stretching this weekend. Remember, locked boys get wet, not hard, just like girls.”

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Part 3…

“I might have done something,” the text message read.

“Well, I did do something,” seeming a little panicked and unsure of Mark’s reaction.

A third text from Lucy, “I don’t know if you’ll like it or not.”

“So, I forwarded a picture from this chat to Katy. Innocent enough – I thought. Then I noticed something, and she may or may not notice too.”

Followed by a screenshot of what Lucy had sent to Katy. She hadn’t just forwarded a funny photo from the chat; she’d taken a screenshot, including the thumbnails at the bottom of the screen, mostly showing pictures of the cage checks Mark had sent. What could he do but turn bright red and feel his cage tighten?

Mark felt his dominant girlfriend’s concern and instant regret. Good thing she was in control. Lucy gave some consideration to reality and cared about consequences Mark might have to suffer. Mark seemed to happily live in his horny haze, having been locked for 3 weeks now.

“I think I’m supposed to pretend to be annoyed,” he said.

“Are you?” Lucy asked.

“No.”

“Ah, thank god.”

“I can’t really sit still,” said Mark, “Do you think she’ll notice?”

“Maybe, maybe not.”

“Do you think it’s blurry enough not to notice the size?”

“No.”

 

 

Lucy left Mark to stew in that thought for a while. Mark’s excited little penis fought for space against the cramped cage, which still had 3 marbles inside, severely restricting the space inside and keeping his tinkle tiny.

Mark knew that Lucy would feel a little bad for exposing his locked dick and decided to capitalize on it. It wasn’t often he had the upper hand these days, so he took his chance and messaged Lucy, “Do you think you might consider letting me take these marbles out of my cage? It’s very tight, and you don’t want my willy to shrink away to nothing.”

Lucy read the message a few times. The thought actually excited her. She considered her next move. With one hand in her pants and the other on her phone, she replied, “I’ll let you choose. You may take the marbles out, or you could add one more after some time out of the cage.”

Mark read the message and gulped. He knew whichever choice would mean he’d suffer more. Lucy knew he’d take the bait.

He knew he was expected to reply quickly. Being honest with himself, Mark knew he’d take any chance to be unlocked.

“Collect a nice big bunch of nettles, “Lucy decided not to wait for a response and knew she’d cause Mark to panic by messaging before waiting for his reply, “And let me know when you’re done. Get your marigolds on and let me know when you’re ready. Be a good boy and don’t take too long. I’m timing you.”

Gloves on and plastic bag in hand, Mark hopped the wall into the back lane and started his search for the usually abundant weed. The hop over the wall had caused his cage to twist and pull awkwardly. Mark looked around and saw no one was there, so he pulled his trousers and underwear down to tug everything back into place. He heard laughing coming from behind his neighbor’s wall and looked toward the sound. It was his neighbor, Rhian, who he saw still peeking over the wall, giggling at his predicament. She ran back into her house still giggling, and he heard the words, “So small!”

“That’s going to need some explaining,” thought Mark, “how much embarrassment can one man feel in a day?!”

He looked around for the nettles. “The damn council! They cut the weeds back once, and I need them quick. Not sure I can write them a strongly worded email about this inconvenience…”

The plants had been dying back, but they were still huge the week before when Mark had found himself eyeing them, wondering if Lucy would let him play with them again.

Each plant he cut was at most 10 inches, with only a few leaves. He cut as many as he could find and half filled the plastic bag before sending a picture to Lucy.

“Forty-seven minutes,” she texted him, “far too long. HAHA! A phrase you don’t hear too often. Take your clothes off, keep your gloves on, take your bag of nettles to your bed and put your girly panties on.”

“Oh no,” he thought, “she knows about them.”

Before he could form another thought, another text arrived, “I know everything. I know you started stealing my panties. I know you started buying your own girly panties. I even know you bought special girly panties with a pouch to fit your caged bulge. I want you wearing a pair of those with your cage off. Lie down until I decide to let you play.”

Mark understood her mood and did exactly as he was told.

“Yes, mommy.”

A very frustrated 47 minutes passed before Mark’s phone came to life. “Stuff the front of your panties with all the nettles you can and use my wand on your clit. Be a good girl for mommy and impress me.”

Mark felt close to squirting just from her words. He had no clear thoughts—just submission and obedience.

“Yes, mommy.”

The nettles stung Mark’s sensitive little penis and his big blue balls. The wand brought him to the edge in seconds. Over and over. The pleasure made the pain worse, and the pain increased the pleasure. He lost all concept of time and had tears in his eyes. His body tingled all over as he shook and silently pleaded for something. Anything.

“Stop,” the next message came, Stay still.”

Mark heard the front door open and close. He heard two voices but remained still, knowing his defiance would mean severe punishment. Still shaking, he heard the voices getting closer.

The giggling sounded familiar. “Oh no, not her, please,” he thought.

It was too late; it was Rhian, the neighbor from earlier. She’d stopped Lucy outside and told her what she’d seen.

Lucy entered the bedroom in time to see Mark, sweating, red, and shaking with desperate embarrassment.

“Rhian tells me you were trying to show your tiny penis in the alley today. I told her she could see the useless little thing up close if she was so eager to show it off. Keep your hands off it.”

Mark was overstimulated after the edging, nettles, and the embarrassment. His desperation had reached a level far beyond anything he’d ever felt.

Lucy took off her clothes and walked toward the bed. She knelt above Mark’s face and let him breathe her in. Her scent was stronger than usual.

“I’ve just been on the tanning bed on the way here. Hopefully I’m not too sweaty for you.”

“Hopefully you are,” Mark thought as his mind went into overdrive.

She sat down hard on his face and started to slide back and forth from her pussy to her ass.

“Tongue out,” she demanded, “I want it deep inside me. And start edging your clit again”

Rhian stared, mouth agape, “How do you have so much power over him? I mean, he must be six feet tall, and he’s not exactly small! And you’re tiny!”

Casually riding Mark’s face, Lucy turned and smiled, enjoying her own pleasure combined with Mark’s deep humiliation.

“Oh, he is small – where it counts. Looks can be deceiving,” she added, “And that’s what makes it all the more amusing, he’s a big man with a teeny tiny mushroom where a real man’s cock should be. He’s a horny little boy who would do anything to please his mommy, isn’t that right, little babydick boy?”

Mark managed a muffled, “Yep,” but kept his tongue out as he’d been ordered to, keeping his rock-hard four-incher on the edge, being constantly stung by the nettles and leaking into his girly panties.

“He can’t get enough. The more I degrade him, the more I think I’m going too far, the more he loves it and comes back for more. No real man would take all this and crave sniffing and licking my sweaty ass. He’s totally submitted to me and found his place. This was his destiny; I just had to show him the way. And there’s no going back.”

“Oh my,” Rhian said, “I need to get me one of these guys.”

“Well, I’m not sharing mine with you. I waited long enough to find this one. You need to rethink the type of guy you usually go to. Now be quiet, I want to cum.”

Lucy took a marigold off Mark’s hand and put it on her own. She grabbed the wand and held it on her clit while sitting her ass on his tongue. He licked away, trying to focus on her pleasure while all he was left with was the pain of the nettles in his girly panties. Lucy had to hold back, feeling like this wouldn’t take her long.

Mark just loved getting lost being debased and used as Lucy’s toy. He took this chance to lick and lick, not usually being allowed to do this, until he felt a searing pain in his rigid little dick and heavy balls. Lucy had grabbed the bulge and started moving it all around.

“Stay fucking still,” she commanded. He struggled not to move in response to her relentless attack on his sensitive little penis, feeling like it was on fire.

“Stay still and keep licking until I cum you, dirty little boy.”

Luckily, it didn’t take long until Lucy let all her weight down on Mark’s face as she came hard and soaked his face. Neither of them had felt so many nerves firing at once. Lucy slid off Mark and basked.

“Take your panties off and get rid of the nettles.”

Mark did his best to move quickly, still receiving stings with every movement and throbbing from the onslaught his little package just received.

When Lucy got her breath back, she told Mark to lie down. “Let mommy see that sensitive little tinkle. You want me to make it better?” she asked as Rhian stared in utter amazement. “You can stay and watch. You should learn how to look after your little dicked boy once they’ve taken their pain. Spread your legs, little boy.”

Lucy took some soothing cream and spread it slowly and softly all over his red, stinging balls. Mark felt instant relief, but he winced at his arousal increasing again. Lucy’s touch was electric.

“Let mommy look after you,” she said, “you’ve been so good for mommy. Let me look after my baby boy.”

Rhian looked on. “He does look like a baby, lying there while you put cream on his tiny package. Shame you haven’t got a diaper for him. That would be perfect.”

Lucy turned and gave a knowing smile. “Yes, shame,” she said as she looked Mark in the eyes.

“Oh, no!” he thought, “She knows that too!”

Lucy watched his cheeks burn red. She made a mental note to get that information out of him soon. Some things he’d kept more secret than the likes on his X account.

“What was that thing on his little dick earlier?” asked Rhian, unable to hold her curiosity any longer.

“Perfect timing,” answered Lucy, “Time to give my boy what he asked for. One more marble for you, for the time you’ve spent unlocked. Now this is his chastity cage, and it lets me keep total control of his pathetic excuse for a dick. Four marbles this time, was it?” As she locked it on, fighting the semi-hard dick.

Feeling used and abused, having pleasured and pleased his mommy, being looked after by his caring, dominant mommy, Mark was overwhelmed and could only repeat the words that meant so much to him now.

“Yes, mommy.”

Rhian felt it was time to leave and turned to walk away.

“Wait!” Lucy stopped her. “Take these with you and throw them away.”

She opened Mark’s underwear drawer, grabbed a stack of his boxer shorts, and handed them to Rhian. Underneath the male underwear was half a drawer full of girly panties.

“He can wear all of these from now on. He obviously wants to. And they’ll show off his little clit a lot better.”

Rhian’s eyes were wide. She’d seen a lot of new things this evening and needed to process them, which she did for the next few hours with the company of her biggest dildo.

Lucy decided they would both remain naked for the rest of the day. She made sure to walk around the house and bend over as much as possible. Mark was a horny mess by now, and there was no end in sight. Locktober still had 3 more weeks to go, and the best Mark could hope for was to be allowed to unlock at the end of the month. He did his best to remain calm and do as he was told.

“You seem too relaxed,” Lucy told him, “put on your plug and give me the remote.”

Only a minute later, he was placing the remote in her hand. She gave his cage a tap and let the plug vibrate for a few seconds before telling him. “Good boy.”

They sat and watched TV, Lucy resting her feet on Mark’s swollen balls, turning the plug on and off as she liked. She watched him struggle and made him use her favorite toy on her twice. Mark couldn’t comprehend the level of horniness, desperation, and submission. He was changing from the big man he once was, to the little dicked obedient boy Lucy wanted him to be. To keep him busy, she handed him the Sharpie to go over the humiliating words he’d written on his body whenever she turned on the vibrating plug.

After a while, Lucy received a call. It was Katy from work. She’d called after another issue with her boyfriend, Tom. Mark only heard one side of the conversation.

“You don’t deserve to be treated like this…

He doesn’t treat you well…

You can’t go on like this…”

Followed by the part that piqued Mark’s interest, “So he’s got good dick? That’s not everythi-

Well, I suppose –

HOW BIG?!”

Lucy came back to sit with Mark and decompress after the phone call.

“The guy is bad news,” she said. “He does nothing right and doesn’t make her happy.”

“Well, he seems to somehow,” Mark said.

“Oh, yeah, you heard that bit?”

“How big?” he asked, knowing the answer would dwarf his little offering.

“Are you sure you really want to know?” Lucy asked, wondering whether the answer would go too far.

“Tell me.”

“Okay, it’s 12 inches. A whole foot long. That’s like 3 of you. And thick.”

“Did she say anything else?” asked Mark.

“Well, she said ‘you know what that’s like, I’ve seen Mark’s bulge in his jeans’, so she must think you have a big dick and I’m a very satisfied girl…”

Had Katy seen the accidental photos on her messages? Was she toying with her friend? Or was she completely unaware? Lucy just did not know.

—

Part 4…

“Okay, you first,” said Lucy, handing Mark his smallest butt plug, “And don’t look so surprised. You wanted me to stretch to take 2 whole cocks, so you can train your little hole to take one big one.”

Mark knew better than to argue, having had his tiny penis locked for the last 3 weeks, with 3 more until the end of Locktober and his first real chance of release.

“Yes mommy,” he said as he lubed the plug and worked it in.

“Now, you need to help me, starting with this,” Lucy said as she unlocked Mark’s cage. “I should be able to take my big dildo, with this little thing – to start with.”

Lucy sat on Mark’s half-hard penis as it quickly grew to its full 4 inches. It hadn’t occurred to her just how small Mark’s little thing was until she’d started using much bigger dildos recently. It wasn’t just short, it was really very skinny.

“You just let mommy know when your tinkle gets as hard as it can,” she said, just as Mark felt his penis had never been harder, “Then we can see if we can fit a nice big cock in there too.”

This was all becoming too much for Mark. Lucy hadn’t started to move, and he was on the edge, feeling so tiny in her soft, warm pussy. He felt Lucy sit up and easily slide in her big dildo. She was soaking wet and sliding the big cock inside her, against his insignificant twig.

“I’M GONNA…”

Lucy hopped off, leaving Mark’s desperate, rock-hard, little penis twitching and leaking.

“Get dressed, put these on,” she ordered him, handing him his T-shirt and some loose, thin cotton shorts, “We need to get some things.”

The drive to the pharmacy was a nervous one for Mark. His breathing was ragged, and his little dick just would not go down. Lucy parked the car and went around to open the door on Mark’s side.

“What’s the matter?” she asked him, eyeing the tent in his shorts with a growing wet spot.

“I can’t go out like this, it won’t go down, and it’s getting wet now!” he complained.

“Now, baby boy, you can get out of the car without making a scene, or I can help you make a scene and get you much more attention for getting wet like a girl. And we can add a spanking to your humiliation when we get home. So, let’s go into the pharmacy and explain your little problem so they can help you with your hard little sensitive peepee that can’t stop leaking.

Mark was realizing Lucy may have engineered this “problem” and wondered if he could handle what was to come.

“Do not cover your little tent; no one can see anything anyway. Hold mommy’s hand and speak up when you’re spoken to.”

It was busy in the pharmacy. Even with the nervousness, Mark’s little erection was going nowhere. Women were waiting for their prescriptions, sitting at eye level with his growing wet spot. More and more eyes settled on Mark’s little bump, and they were not looking away. Lucy and Mark joined the back of the queue as she happily chatted with anyone who looked her way and drew attention to Mark, stating they were there about his “little problem”. Mark held on to Lucy’s hand tightly and felt his sensitive penis twitch against the cotton shorts.

10 excruciating minutes later, they were at the front of the queue, face to red face with the male pharmacist.

“Can I help you?” he asked.

The whole place, even those who’d been whispering and pointing, fell silent.

“Go on, Mark, tell the man about your little problem,” Lucy told him.

He took a deep breath and said quietly, “I have a little problem… down there…”

The pharmacist leaned forward over the counter and eyed the tented wet spot.

Lucy chimed in, “Be specific and speak up; this man is very busy, so help him and tell him what you’ve done.”

Mark started, “Um, my um, penis. It won’t go down, um, and I…er.”

“Oh, stop,” Lucy interjected, “Mark here has been a bit of a silly boy. He has this erection that won’t go away. I checked the bathroom cabinet, and 2 Viagra are missing. I think he’s taken an extra one thinking it would make his little penis bigger. But all it’s done is leave him extra sensitive, and now he’s leaking all over the place.”

The pharmacist, sensing Mark’s deep shame, thought he’d save him as much embarrassment as possible by suggesting they go into a private room. Lucy held his hand tightly, making it seem as though Mark was pulling her into the room, and, with a roll of her eyes, said, “He always needs me to go in with him – like a nervous little boy who needs his mommy.”

The pharmacist put on his latex gloves and asked to see the problem. Lucy stood behind Mark and pulled his wet shorts down to his ankles and pushed his plug into him from behind, causing him to push his crotch forward, and the pharmacist reached out to inspect the skinny little member – just as a huge drop of pre cum leaked out.

Standing back up, Lucy said, “He really needs something to stop all this leaking, and something to make him much less sensitive. This is getting worse.”

“Well, this little erection isn’t going away until tomorrow. But I can help with some cream to numb it for now. I just need to figure out how much we’ll need to apply, so I’ll need to take some measurements to get the dosage right.”

“Yes, that’s fine,” Lucy decided, talking about Mark like he was a child, “I’ve never thought to measure his tinkle; I just know it’s the smallest I’ve ever seen.”

“Honestly,” said the pharmacist, “I have never seen one that small. Not by a long shot. Now, let’s get the measurements.”

The plug pushing on Mark’s prostate was bringing him closer to the edge, and Lucy could tell. She stood behind Mark and leaned around to watch the measurements being taken. Her hand was just out of sight, so she pushed the plug in over and over, causing Mark to have to really fight back the orgasm that was nearly there.

“Try to stay still,” said the pharmacist, touching the roll of measuring tape very lightly. “Okay, I have the numbers. 3.8 inches in length and, oh, I’ve never seen this in adults before, 3.5 inches girth.”

Mark was shaking as Lucy whispered into his ear, “Short and skinny, my tiny babydick boy.”

His tiny dick started to dribble cum, deepening his shame and providing no relief. The pharmacist had just moved and looked away in time, rushing off to get the numbing cream ready, leaving them alone.

While Mark’s head was swirling, Lucy had decided to help in her own special way. Cupping her hand under his penis and collecting up all of his cum.

“Open your mouth, you’ve made a mess, and you need to clean up.”

Mark instinctively opened his mouth and let her feed him.

“You’ve been asking for this; now mommy is giving you what you’ve been craving. Now, say thank you.”

Thank you for my cummies, mommy.”

Lucy smiled. She was driving him further down the rabbit hole. Mark had always needed the push, and she was here to take this as far as she could.

Just in time, the pharmacist returned. “Would you like me to show you how to apply the cream?” he asked.

Of course, Lucy said yes. She licked her lips as she watched the male pharmacist handle Mark’s little penis while Mark tried so hard not to have another accident. She pushed the plug again, and a small amount of cum leaked out and onto the pharmacist’s gloved hand. Any sympathy from him was now gone. The pharmacist looked a little flushed, and his chinos looked much tighter. “Is that bulge going down his leg?” she thought.

Lucy feigned shock, “Can’t you control yourself, Mark?! I think we need some panty liners for him in case he has any more accidents.”

Mark could only glow bright red as he began to lose feeling in his little willy, still trembling with intense frustration.

“He has no panty liners,” said the pharmacist, “You can have some to take home, but he needs something right now. The only thing we have in stock is adult diapers.”

This was just too delicious a chance for Lucy to miss. Mark stared on with wide eyes, feeling almost out of body.

“Yes! We’ll take them. I can put it on him here.”

Mark found himself having the big thick diaper put on him before he knew it. Lucy helped him put on his shorts before taking his hand and leading him out of the private room. The place was busier now, and the thick padding in his shorts got Mark a lot of odd looks, still not allowed to cover his wet patch.

Just as he thought the humiliation was coming to an end, Lucy said to the pharmacist, “Before Mark had his little problem, we were having some fun. You’ve taken his measurements. Can you sell us condoms for his size?”

Again, ears were pricked. She was not quiet.

A box of extra small condoms was placed on top of the huge pack of adult diapers, pantyliners, and numbing cream. All for Mark to carry to the car, with the obvious waddle from the soft, thick padding. Lucy made sure to say hello to a familiar face on the way to the car. Anything to draw attention to Mark’s predicament. She understood her new role and felt she’d just proved she could see it through.

The drive back home was very different. Mark was in shock, and Lucy was beaming with pride as her flawless plan played out perfectly.

“Not even 4 inches,” she said to herself.

Mark rushed into the house from the car with his new purchases, careful not to be seen or stopped by any neighbors. Lucy had just honked the horn as she was parking, causing Mark’s neighbor, Rhian, to rush to the window to see what Mark was hiding. She couldn’t make out the big pack of diapers but noticed how Mark’s shorts looked stuffed with something. She’d have to wait to find out just what she’d seen.

Lucy sat on the sofa wanting to continue reveling in her dominance and Mark’s humiliation. She ordered him to strip to his new diaper and lie on the floor so that she had one foot on his face and the other on his still hard, padded little dick. Mark couldn’t feel anything on the outside of his penis, but he still felt the throbbing need on the inside, as well as the pressure of the plug on his prostate. He kept on leaking, especially feeling the soft plump sole on his face, being ordered to explore every wrinkle and lick between Lucy’s toes. She srunched her soles on his lips and sent him again to subspace. Lucy relaxed like this, watching TV and lazily stroking her big clit, feeling how wet she was in her panties. She loved showing off that tiny tinkle in public and learning just how short and skinny it is. And she had noticed the sizeable bulge in the pharmacist’s chinos.

Mark woke up. He hadn’t realized he was tired, but the day’s happenings must’ve tired him out. He felt cool air around his little dick.

“Oh, your little tinkle has leaked so much. Good thing you had your diaper on, or you’d have such a big mess to clean up.” She was cleaning the hard little thing with wet wipes much more than she needed to. “I have to keep my baby boy clean, and numb. Time for your cream again.”

Lucy took Mark by the hand and led him to the bedroom. She put an extra small condom on him and had him lick her now very wet pussy, making sure to grind all over his face. She laid him on his back after he licked her to 2 orgasms, wearing them proudly on his face. He was so happy to please his mommy. That became much more important than the needs of his tiny penis.

“Let’s get back to where we were. You first.” Lucy presented a bigger plug, and Mark replaced the smaller one, this time with some difficulty. He felt much fuller, and his prostate was being pressed much more now. Lucy sat on his tiny stiffy, but Mark felt nothing. She pushed in her big dildo and rode it hard with his little willy occupying a very small amount of space in her loosening pussy. She rode him hard—or, mostly the big dildo with his chipolata in there, making no difference at all.

“I can barely feel you with this big dick stretching my pussy. I can’t even tell if your pathetic excuse for a dick is still inside me,” she told him.

Lucy pulled out regularly to show Mark how stretched out she’d become. He could only lie there and watch in frustration, while he couldn’t feel the best sex of his life.

“Look how long your useless tinkle can last now. This will really help our training, and maybe we’ll get around to me taking 2 cocks for real. Tick off your little DVP fantasy. And maybe some others at the same time…”

To Be Continued…?

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