It had been a few months since Carlotta and I broke up, but I still wasn’t over her. She was the most incredible woman I’d ever been with, and I knew I’d never pull someone like her again. I always knew that she hadn’t been delighted; despite the long nights and deep conversations, the gifts and trips and fancy dinners, and the life we had started talking about building together, there was one thing I could never give her — sexual satisfaction.

At first, things had been fine. She said I had “boyfriend dick,” and the huge cocks she’d ridden in her wilder days were more painful than pleasurable. Mine was “just right.” It was through these discussions that I discovered a deep, erotic enjoyment from getting mocked and teased for my smaller-than-average member. First, I asked her to ridicule and belittle me. When that stopped being enough, we started getting into BDSM and punishment, all centered around my useless cock. Over time, we experimented with chastity play. She used to joke that she was going to shrink my penis even smaller with increasingly tiny cages. But that was just a few weeks before she ended things.

Even though the humiliation and submission were erotic for me, Carlotta needed more than I was able to provide. Even the strap-ons I would use to fuck her when I was locked up couldn’t make her feel what a real cock would.

It wasn’t long before she got a new boyfriend—Daniel, a famous Polish athlete whom one of our friends had introduced us to. He ran in the club scene, and Carlotta was out every weekend with our old friends and Daniel, partying it up; or so I gleaned from social media. To make matters worse, Daniel and I went to the same gym, and I’d run into him from time to time, only to watch him lift four times what I could on the same machines.

Even though we obviously knew who the other was, we never acknowledged each other or interacted during these run-ins. Usually, he’d be finishing up his workout as I arrived to start warming up.

Until one day this winter.

I knew I had a long day at work ahead, so I decided to get a workout in early. I got to the gym, and it was nearly empty; the sun hadn’t even risen. I got in a good lifting session, and feeling satisfied with the pump in my aching muscles, I went to the locker room to hit the showers. I was just going to change into my suit and head straight to work.

I quickly stripped down to my boxer-briefs and neatly tucked my sweaty clothes away in my locker. I paused, looking around — the locker room was still empty, almost eerily quiet. None of the other lockers even seemed to be in use. So feeling safe, I slipped off my underwear and tossed them in with the rest of my things.

I turned to look at my naked body in the mirror. I wasn’t in terrible shape, but I could certainly have stood to lose a few pounds. I didn’t love my little beer belly, the beginnings of love handles, the bit of padding above my cock that wasn’t doing it any visual favors. But my dense carpet of dark brown body hair sort of made it all work, giving me a rugged, dad-bod type look. My soft, flaccid dick poked out sadly, its long trail of foreskin hanging loosely. All told, there was maybe an inch and a half to look at with my cock in this state. I flexed, trying to show off a little bit more of my work in the gym, and tugged at my dick with my thumb and forefinger to fluff it up a bit.

When I was satisfied with my growth to a solid two inches, though still sticking straight out in a pretty silly sight, I looked back up and was immediately faced with the sinking realization that I was no longer alone.

I hadn’t heard someone else come in, but sure enough, there was Daniel himself standing behind me. His face loomed over my shoulder in the mirror, his broad forehead, strong jaw, and craggy features contrasting sharply with my soft, boyish looks.

I froze, unsure what to do next. My impulse was to cover my groin, but any damage was already done: I was facing the mirror a few feet in front of him, and Daniel was already getting a 360 view of my naked body, every angle exposed in unflattering fluorescent light.

After a few beats, Daniel just smirked and turned to toss his bag down on a bench and start getting changed. I snapped out of my fight-or-flight panic and hurried quickly to the shower bay. I always had disdain for this style of totally open shower room, only a few feet between your station and the nearest showerhead, no privacy whatsoever.

After a few minutes of sitting under the hot water in a bit of a daze, I started soaping up, realizing I’d need to hurry to get to work on time. But I was so caught up on Daniel catching me flexing in the mirror — worse, pinching at my little pecker to make it look just a little bigger — I didn’t know what could be more embarrassing.

I heard wet slapping on the tile floor behind me — someone else was coming into the shower room. I turned my head over my shoulder and saw, of course, Daniel, carrying a shower caddy full of expensive toiletries, buck naked.

I quickly turned back around, hoping he hadn’t noticed my glance, but I was astounded at what I’d just seen. Daniel was built like a Greek god: barrel chest with massive, defined pecs; a burgeoning midsection with a clearly visible eight-pack; thighs like concrete pillars — and most impressive of all, a fat ol’ hog swinging above a set of big, full balls.

To my dismay, Daniel came to the shower right next to mine, despite the whole room being empty. It was apparent now what he was doing. I tried to ignore him and set to shampooing my hair and getting out of there.

But it wasn’t long before he turned to face me directly, saying, “Carlotta told me her last boyfriend couldn’t satisfy her, but I had no idea it was this bad.” His voice was deep and resonant, lilting with his Eastern European accent.

My stomach sank. I turned to face him and got a better look at his pale, ivory skin and the even covering of neatly-trimmed, golden blonde hair all over his body. His cock was even more impressive up close: girthy, even totally flaccid, and maybe triple the length of my own meager piece. He was cut, and his head looked like a pink, bulging football helmet.

I decided to brush him off. “You always shower before a workout?”

“Do you?” he retorted.

I was confused, but then he stepped into my shower stream — I came up maybe to his chin; I could feel his soft, meaty cock pressing into my hairy belly. I felt ridiculous, emasculated, but — it was the hottest thing that had happened to me since I’d stopped fucking Carlotta.

Daniel reached down and pinched my sad little dick between his large, powerful fingers. I was immediately turned on, thrusting into his hand like a dog humping its bed.

Daniel laughed. “Carlotta said you were into erotic humiliation. It’s something we have in common… but I like to be on the other end, it seems.”

“Own my cock,” I heard myself say. Something primal and urgent was taking over my body.

“It’s already mine,” he growled, and that was it — my dicklet sprang to its full mast, four inches if you were generous and rounded up a bit.

“Suck me,” I begged. It had been so long.

“You wish,” Daniel spat. He stood up and left the showers, leaving me there under the water with a raging hard-on.

I stood there, turned on, and desperate, until Daniel returned a few moments later, holding some bungee cords. I immediately knew what was coming and immediately knew I wanted it bad.

Wordlessly, Daniel started tying my hands behind my back and fastening them to the pipe behind me. It felt familiar; he was using the same knots Carlotta would use when she tied me up. I wondered if maybe she’d been sleeping with Daniel long before she ever broke up with me, learning all the tricks she used on me from him. It made me feel angry and horny all at once.

He finished binding me; I pulled against my restraints to no avail. I was there at his mercy. Daniel sidled up in front of me, a malicious grin slicing across his ugly mug. He took his own soft hog in his palm so it pointed away from his body, and brought it next to my still-throbbing erection.

“Bigger soft than you are hard,” he remarked.

I couldn’t help it — a little moan escaped my lips, which seemed to delight Daniel. He started stroking his meat, pulling it around, and manipulating it awake. He had so much more material to work with than I could even fathom. I watched as his cock got bigger and bigger — five inches, six, and then easily clearing seven as it stuck straight out at an angle from his impressive body.

He brought his boner next to mine to compare again. He was almost double the length, which I could understand, but the way his was girth so much thicker than mine was what really got to me. My little cock looked like a toothpick next to his. No wonder Carlotta couldn’t be satisfied with me. I couldn’t help but start to wonder what his piece might feel like inside of me. How could I blame her?

“Jesus Christ,” I muttered.

He laughed again. “I get this a lot. But you know, I wasn’t always this big. I use special Polish cream.”

From his shower caddy, Daniel pulled out a small, unassuming white tube. It was covered in tiny text, all in Polish, of course; it looked like any sort of ointment from the pharmacy. He stepped out of the water and squeezed a little bit into his hand before starting to rub it all up and down his erect dick.

“It firms up the spongy tissue inside your boner; you stay hard for about thirty minutes with it on, a couple times a week, and over time your dick gets bigger and bigger. I used to have a five-inch boner, totally average. Now look at me!”

He reached behind me and shut the water off. I was standing there, freezing, dripping wet, and rock hard. It was maybe the most erotic situation I’d ever been in.

Without warning, Daniel squirted a generous dollop of the cream in his palm again and rubbed it all over my cock; he even reached under me to wipe it over my balls, covering everything I had in the stuff. His touch sent electricity throughout my body; I was truly a live wire, ready to blow.

“You do just have to be careful,” Daniel continued. “Because the way it works, if you get soft, then the spongy tissue gets really, really dense with the cream. You become a ‘shower,’ only your boner is the same size as your little soft willy.”

My heart started pounding. “You’re telling me we have to stay here, boned up, for thirty minutes? Someone is going to walk in!”

“Don’t worry,” Daniel reassured me. “We blocked off the door with a maintenance sign.”

“We?”

As if on cue, I watched as Carlotta walked into the shower block. “Surprise!” she cooed with a dazzling smile. I couldn’t even be confused, let alone angry — she was so beautiful, her bronze skin contrasting with the skin-tight olive-green sports bra and shorts she wore. The spandex accentuated her ample breasts and hourglass figure. I could feel myself falling in love with her for the millionth time.

“What are you doing here?” I finally asked, my cock throbbing with excitement.

“Well, usually, when Daniel does his ‘treatments,'” she explained, “we fuck so that he can stay as big as possible while the cream works. So I’m here to help both of you!”

At this point, I was starting to feel a tingling sensation deep within my still-stiff penis. The cream’s effects were clearly settling in. If I could stay hard, and have my hard size become my new soft size, and keep growing from there… maybe in a few years I’d have a cock to be proud of.

I was still helplessly bound with my arms behind me. I could only watch on as Daniel, his massive erection still raging, lay down in front of me. Carlotta peeled off her sports bra, her beautiful tits springing into view — I could have passed out. I had literal dreams about those breasts after we broke up. Then she took off her pants, her tight little shaved pussy coming into glorious view.

It was with a mix of complete arousal and utter horror that I watched as Carlotta sat on Daniel’s straining monster, his schlong sliding impossibly deeper into her cunt and stretching her further than even my strap-ons ever could. She took a few slow turns up and down his cock, before starting to bounce with more vigor — a practiced vigor, a maneuver she’d clearly done a hundred times before.

I couldn’t help but start humping the air in front of me. Watching my ex-girlfriend, the current love of my life, fuck a man who was taller, stronger, and better endowed than I was like my deepest fantasy come true. Carlotta knew this better than anyone; she looked up at me with a sly grin and reached out to grab me with her warm, delicate hand, still pounding Daniel’s massive cock all the while.

Carlotta started stroking me, slowly at first. Feeling her touch again was pure bliss; my vision whited out for a second in a moment of ecstasy. Feeling so exposed and vulnerable, listening to the wet, sloppy noises of Daniel fucking my girl, and finally getting some attention after a long dry spell — it was all too much sensation. It was sexual overload.

After just thirty seconds of Carlotta stroking me, I came. It was maybe the best orgasm of my life — I shot rope after rope of cum across the room, striping her face and Daniel’s abs in white. All the muscles in my pelvis clenched harder than they ever had before, propelling each shot of cum further than the last. Finally, the load started diminishing, and Carlotta helped squeeze out the last few drops of jizz from my spent penis.

“Uh oh,” Daniel remarked darkly. “Better hope you get hard again, and fast.”

“Oh, he always had such a long refractory period,” Carlotta said cheerily. “If we fucked in the morning, I’d be lucky if he was ready again by nighttime.”

I looked down with a sense of profound arousal as my increasingly tingly cock shrank back to its dormant state. My sensitive head slipped back into the foreskin as the whole shaft withered back into my bushy groin. All I could do was watch intently as Carlotta and Daniel continued to fuck, willing my cock back to action.

They kept going long after I blew my load. After a few more minutes, they changed positions, with Carlotta bending over, using my restrained arms for support as Daniel fucked her mercilessly from behind. They took a break for Carlotta to suck his cock, unable to get the whole thing in her mouth, before returning to the shower floor for more cowgirl.

Daniel checked his sports watch. “It’s almost time, let’s back off, honey.”

Carlotta took a few more eager strokes of his cock before easing off entirely. She continued playing with her pussy while Daniel retreated to the far corner of the shower to carefully tease his cock at the edge of its engorgement, swollen and meaty the way only a good long fuck can make a cock.

But I had not had a good long fuck. It had been months since I’d had a fuck at all. And Carlotta was right — I had a pathetic refractory period, and I was still as soft as a sock.

Carlotta kept staring at me while she finished herself off with her well-manicured fingers. “Sometimes I miss edging you in your cock cage,” she said. “If I could have lived another moment without a real man inside me, I would have loved to keep playing with you, baby.”

I found every word electric, but it still did nothing for my limp penis.

“But I did make a promise that I intend to keep.”

She stood up and walked over to me. Carlotta reached behind me and turned the shower back on, but instead of the warm stream I’d had before, the water falling over me was colder than ice.

My breath hitched in my chest; my nipples instantly sprang to attention. My whole body started to shiver. But worst of all, my scrotum tightened up flat, my nuts up inside me; my cock shriveled, retreating entirely into the little fat pad I’d developed on my pubic mound. Only my foreskin stayed pointing out, but Carlotta took two long fingernails and gently retracted it back. I gasped as the water started cascading over my exposed glans, the very tip of which was now barely poking out. It was bright red and smaller than ever, almost like a pimple.

“It was always wild how sensitive your head was,” Carlotta chuckled. “Whenever I’d push your foreskin down, you’d make such funny noises. I wonder what it will be like when it’s poking out all the time?”

Daniel let out a guttural moan from across the room. “Time’s up!” he cried, finally allowing himself to spill his impressive load across the floor. It shot halfway across the shower bay, thick and opaque, so obviously virile.

“That means it’s just another minute until your time is up,” Carlotta said softly. She took a hand and pressed firmly against my groin, painfully compressing my former glory into a tight little package.

After what felt like an eternity, Daniel’s watch started beeping — the final timer went off. The cream had done its work.

Carlotta turned the shower off. I was still shivering, even colder now, exposed and wet. She pulled her hand away from my crotch.

From my angle, it looked like I didn’t even have a cock at all. I just saw my bush, sticking out maybe half an inch, untrimmed as it was. Whatever was left was hidden in the thicket. I give a tentative wiggle of my hips, just a little movement back and forth — if anything was going to swing down there before, nothing was moving now.

Daniel walked over and frowned. “So much hair. He never grooms?”

“If I had a dollar for every gross pube of his I got stuck in my teeth…”

Daniel shook his head. I felt like a child being scolded. He walked back over to his shower caddy and returned with a can of shaving cream and a razor. I knew what was coming next. Daniel and Carlotta collaborated to rub the shaving cream all over my body, before meticulously scraping it off with Daniel’s razor. I thought it might take a long time — I was a hairy dude, at least before — but it only felt like a few minutes before they turned the shower on again, just for a moment, and I watched dark clumps of my manhood fall away with the remaining streaks of shaving cream.

Finally, I could look down and see what was left of my cock. All I had to show for myself was a tiny cockhead, maybe the diameter of a dime, basically just a piss slit poking out ever so slightly from my smooth crotch. You could tell that balls existed somewhere — the skin below my piss slit was definitely scrotal — but my boys were stuck up inside, flush with the rest of my body. I was basically a Ken doll.

Carlotta took her finger once again and delicately rubbed my cockhead, which was indeed impossibly sensitive. I was instantly overcome with sensation throughout my body. I scrunched up my eyes, curled my toes, gasping for breath. After just a few gentle rubs, I could feel a stiffening—it was weird. It was sort of like getting a boner, but nothing grew. My cockhead got firm, but no shaft emerged. There was nothing to stroke! Carlotta just kept rubbing gentle circles, sensation building and building and building —

And then a dribble of cum came out of the slit in one continuous stream. It felt more like a pimple getting popped than a real orgasm. My dick slackened again.

But Carlotta kept going. She kept rubbing and rubbing, eventually switching to an up-and-down motion with her flat hand, the way I’d seen her rub her clit before. I suppose I had something more like a clit now, too.

Two loads in, and my cockhead was more sensitive than ever. It took less and less time between these cycles of my little helmet getting firmer, shooting a pathetic, unsatisfying load, and going limp again.

When she was satisfied, I realized that Daniel was no longer in the shower bay with us. He returned a few seconds later, carrying a phone—my phone. He was still naked, and his soft hog did look a little plumper than it had before he’d used the cream.

“How’d you get my phone?” I asked.

“You used Carlotta’s birthday as your combination.”

“Aw,” Carlotta said teasingly. “What a softie.”

“You have a ton of missed texts,” Daniel continued. “Guess you had some big presentation today? Don’t worry, I’ll let everyone know you’re a little tied up.” With that, he took a picture of my hairless, sexless, naked body and began responding to my coworkers’ and managers’ messages with it.

In the meantime, Carlotta started putting her clothes back on. “We should get going soon, love,” she said to Daniel. “We have brunch in twenty minutes.”

“Carlotta–” I called out weakly before she could leave the showers.

She turned back around, smiling. “This was the fantasy, right? It’s what you said you wanted. I told you I’d shrink that cock of yours.” She winked.

I felt my little nub stiffen up once again, despite everything. I smiled back. “Thank you.”

“Come over sometime, and we can keep this going. I have some more ideas about how the three of us can have some fun,” she said in a low, tantalizing voice.

Daniel interrupted, now dressed, putting a possessive arm around Carlotta’s shoulders. “Come on, babe, we should go take that maintenance sign down. The club soccer team’s finishing up practice, and they’re gonna need to get in here.”

With that, they turned and left, leaving me tied up, naked, hairless, my shriveled dicklet completely exposed — and desperate for more.

 

The End.

 

 

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