SPH-THEMED EROTICA STORIES

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Part 2…

The next week was the hardest. People whispered about me when I passed them in the halls, girls like Tara and Amanda openly called me Tiny to my face, and the video of my utter humiliation at Jake’s hands was playing on repeat throughout the campus. I wanted to switch schools, but Lucy got me through it. My mom and sister supported me too. I’m not sure they knew exactly what happened, but they got the gist and were there for me. Actually, Jake mostly left me alone for a while. I’m not sure if he felt kind of bad, or if he was just satisfied with the amount of torment I went through every day without him needing to lift a finger.

Week by week things died down, and month by month people forgot about it. By the time we rolled into the second semester, people were onto new targets to go after. Picking on one person every day gets boring, and there are plenty of other losers at my school. Me and Lucy grew closer than ever. She was there for me day in and day out, and I found myself falling for her even harder. We were spending so much quality time together, I started to feel the spark. No one was bullying me for being Tiny anymore. Jake was leaving me alone. It seemed like things were on the up. I decided I would ask Lucy to prom. Things were never going to be this perfect, I thought, so it was now or never. I talked to two of our other friends who were juniors, and they said they could use their invites on us so we could go to Junior Prom. So, Saturday morning, I gathered my courage and knocked on Lucy’s front door.

Her dad answered.

“Hey Jimmy. Lucy’s up in her room. I’ll go grab her.”

He disappeared upstairs, and a minute later Lucy came down to greet me. I could tell she had just gotten out of the shower and put on fresh clothes: she looked absolutely perfect. Her big doe eyes gazed at me expectantly.

“Hi Jimmy!”

I cleared my throat. “H-hi Lucy.” My voice cracked, and I cleared my throat again.

“Look, Lucy, I need to talk to you about something.”

Lucy’s brow furrowed. “Ok, what’s up, Jimmy?”

“Ok, well, Lucy, I’ve been wanting to tell you this for a while, but I’ve never had the courage. But since we’ve been spending so much time together and getting closer over the past few months, I think it’s finally time.” I took a deep breath and tried to gauge her expression. Her eyes were wide, and she looked nervous. I didn’t know if it was good or bad. What the hell, too far to back out now. “I like you, Lucy. I’ve liked you for years, and I can’t go another day without telling you. I want to take you to prom.” I looked at her expression again. She was looking at me the way you look at a dying animal that you can’t save from its fate. I already knew I had screwed up.

“Oh…look, Jimmy…”

I shook my head and looked down at the ground. “Don’t even say it, just forget it. I shouldn’t have said anything. I’m sorry.”

Lucy looked at me apologetically. “I really just see you as a friend, Jimmy. You’re just not my type. I’m really sorry.”

I couldn’t help but wonder if perhaps her type was guys that didn’t have a half-inch penis. Fucking goddamn Jake.

“It’s okay, Lucy, really. Let’s just forget about it. I shouldn’t have said it.” I tried to clear the memory of that look on her face and put on a fake cheery voice. “Come on, its famers market today; we haven’t missed it all year.”

Lucy hid behind the door slightly.

“I don’t know, Jimmy. This whole thing has made me a little uncomfortable. I know it’s not your fault, but I feel weird hanging out with you now that I know you have feelings for me.”

I stared in disbelief. “Lucy, come on, we’ve been friends for years.”

“Yeah, and apparently you liked me that whole time, when I thought we were just friends.”

I didn’t know what to say. “What, so we’re just never hanging out again?”

“I don’t know. I guess not, Jimmy. If I know you have those thoughts, I can’t be at ease around you. I’m sorry.” She softly closed the door and left me standing out on the curb. Fuck. Why did I ever say anything? I had a good thing going with her; why would I confess like that? As if she would ever be with me. I should’ve just been grateful that she spent time with me at all. I went home and cried myself to sleep.

The next week without Lucy was difficult. The days seemed colder and grayer even though the weather was heating up. Everything just seemed bleak. Finally she texted me next Saturday night at around 9, and I perked up immediately.

“Come over, I have a surprise for you.”

Oh man. Could this be it? Did she change her mind? I could barely contain my excitement as I rushed over to her house and knocked on her door. She opened it quietly. She was wearing silk pajamas that draped enticingly over her form, but I forced myself not to look. I didn’t want my gaze to make her uncomfortable. She beckoned me inside, and I complied, more excited than ever. She led me up to her room and told me to sit on the bed. I did. She sat down next to me, and I looked at her, waiting for her to speak.

“I miss being friends with you, Jimmy.”

Ok so she didn’t change her mind about wanting to be with me, but she wants to be friends again. Thank god we can just go back to normal.

“But I still can’t shake the feeling I get when I’m around you. Knowing you’re eyeing me, that you want to be with me… romantically. Maybe even..masturbating to me.” She couldn’t meet my eyes when she said that last one.

“Lucy, I would never do that,” I lied.

“I know, Jimmy. I know you’re a good guy, but that feeling doesn’t go away. I need a way to guarantee that you and I are friends, that we stay platonic, and that you aren’t having those nasty thoughts or doing those nasty things. Then we can just go back to being friends again.” She looked at me desperately. I could tell she was being earnest.

I nodded slowly. “Ok, I want that too, but what can guarantee that?”

“That’s what I was wondering too, so I asked my friends, and Tara mentioned-”

I made an involuntary noise of disgust at the mention of her name.

“I’m sorry, Jimmy. I know she recorded that video of you, but she said she’s sorry, and I think she’s grown as a person.”

I sighed. “Alright, keep going.”

“Well…Tara mentioned something. It’s some kind of…device.”

I looked at her, confused. “Device? What do you mean? Like a blender or something?”

She giggled, and I felt pride at being able to make her laugh even when things were this serious between us.

“No, Jimmy, not a blender. Here, I’ll show you.”

She opened her bedside drawer and pulled out an oddly shaped piece of pink plastic. It had what looked like a curved tube, with a dome at the end that had a notch taken out of it, which was attached at the base to a circular ring.

“What’s that?”

She averted her gaze awkwardly. “Well, you wear it.”

“I wear it?” I still wasn’t understanding.

“Yeah, Tara told me that basically it’s a device that goes around your…thing.”

I looked at her incredulously. I think she could sense my reluctance.

“I got one with plenty of room so it wouldn’t be uncomfortable; you just put the ring around…the balls, I guess, and then this part goes over the…the…penis.”

“But…why?”

She looked like she felt very bad about requesting such a thing. “Well, if I know your thing is locked in this-”

“Locked!?”

“Oh yeah, I forgot to mention, it has a key so that it would lock on, and then I would hold on to the key, so I know you’re still locked up in it.” I still looked utterly confused, so she continued reasoning with me tentatively. “If I know you’re locked in this device, then I won’t have to worry about you trying anything, or thinking about…being with me. I don’t even have to worry about you masturbating to me. I know all you’ll be is my friend because that’s all you’ll be able to be. Does that make sense?”

I knew she had the best intentions at heart: all she wanted was to be friends again, and if this would make her feel comfortable…Then again, the thought of wearing this thing on my penis was incredibly emasculating. The idea of being physically friendzoned by this little device was very humiliating. Thinking about how Tara was the one who suggested the idea made my little thing twitch a bit.

“Ok so if we did this how would it even work?”

She seemed visibly more excited now that I was slightly entertaining the idea. “Well basically we would just lock the… the chastity device on, and then I would hold on to the key so I know you’re all safe in there.”

“So you would want me to be locked up whenever we’re together ”

She nodded brightly. “Yes, definitely, so I can be comfortable around you again.”

I wrestled with the idea for a bit, thinking it over. Then I stared into her starry brown eyes and realized there was no choice at all. I was so deeply and madly in love with Lucy, I had to be around her. If she wanted me to put a little device on my penis whenever I saw her, then so be it.

“Ok, I’ll do it. I just want us to go back to being friends again.”

Lucy clapped her hands and beamed at me. “Oh, thank you, Jimmy. I missed being friends so much!”

She handed me the device and the key that came with it.

“Do you want me to put it on now?”

“Yeah, I wanted to hang out for a bit and talk.”

I smiled. We really were back to normal. I got up to head into the bathroom.

“Wait, Jimmy, where are you going? I need you to put it on in front of me so I can have peace of mind.”

I looked at her with a worried expression.

“Lucy, I can’t do that. Could you explain why you need to see me put it on? Can’t I just show you after?”

“Please, Jimmy? I just want to make sure it’s locked away nice and safe, and then we can just hang out like normal.”

I reasoned for a second, then realized if I’m going to show her my penis with the device on, I might as well show her with it off. Plus she’s seen it already. I stood up facing her and unbuttoned my jeans. Grabbing both waistbands at once, I pulled them down to the middle of my thigh, exposing my micropenis to Lucy for the second time.

“Oh wow,” she said, smiling. “I forgot how small it is.” She looked more innocently curious than anything; she didn’t even know how much her words stung.

“Wow, so is this like… soft…or?”

I hung my head in shame.

“Hard.”

She let out a little giggle that made my stomach turn. “Oh, my god. How do you aim when you go pee?” Now that we were alone, the embarrassment from the pool situation was gone. We were very close friends, and apparently she was very interested in male anatomy.

“Um…” I thought about lying to seem like more of a man, then realized I was about to lock a chastity device on my tiny penis for my crush to be able to friendzone me. That ship has sailed.

“I pee sitting down.”

She let out another cute giggle.

“That makes sense. Oh wait, don’t put it on yet. I know this is kind of mean, but Tara really wanted me to measure it. Do you mind? I won’t do it if you don’t want me to.”

I went a little lightheaded at the notion of pretty Lucy putting her hands near my penis. I wasn’t thinking of much else besides that.

“Yeah, go for it.”

“Thanks, Jimmy!”

She reached into the drawer and pulled out a ruler. Holding the very end between just her thumb and pointer finger, she gingerly placed the other end next to my embarrassing manhood. Fuck, I thought she would put her hand a bit closer than that.

“Haha! Almost half an inch. Are you sure it’s hard?”

My little nub throbbed when she said that, but she didn’t notice. She wasn’t trying to be humiliating, but she was.

“Yes, I’m sure.”

She put the ruler away and looked back at me.

“Ok, you can lock it now.”

I had been so worked up over the measuring I forgot the most humiliating part was yet to come. I slipped the ring over my dick and balls, and pressed it into position. Then I took the penis section and fit it over my small erection. It fit with at least half the cage to spare as I clicked it into place. I tried not to think about how pathetic I looked, shaved completely hairless with this tiny pink cage on my penis. I don’t know why, but then I offered her the key.

“Do you want to lock it so you can be sure it’s safe?”

She beamed from ear to ear. “I would love that, Jimmy; that’s so thoughtful.”

She took the little key and slid it into the lock.

“Isn’t it crazy how they made this cage specifically for really tiny penises and it’s still way too big for you?”

With that crushing remark, she clicked the lock and put the key in her drawer. That little innocent comment from her made my penis throb in its cage. Honestly, it wasn’t so bad being in there, at least the physical sensation. I had plenty of room to get hard, so it didn’t feel restrictive at all. It was mostly how it looked, and the idea of it that was so humiliating. She lay back in her bed, and I buttoned my pants up and did the same.

“I feel much better,” she said.

The next few hours went by uneventfully. We talked and talked, about school, work, and life in general. It was just like old times. I barely noticed the chastity cage, and I started thinking to myself, “This isn’t so bad.” Once it got to around 1 am, I told Lucy I had to go. She said goodnight, and I got up to leave. I paused and looked at her expectantly.

“Sooo…are you gonna take this thing off so I can go home?”

She looked at me, confused. “What do you mean take it off? Didn’t you get what I explained? I need it to be on to feel comfortable around you.”

I was dumbfounded. “But you said…you said you wanted me to wear it whenever we’re together.”

Lucy smiled. “Yeah, of course, but you can’t take it off when we’re not. That would defeat the purpose, silly. Then how do I know you’re not having icky thoughts or doing icky things when you’re by yourself?”

I guess that does make sense. “So you want me to wear it…”

“All the time! That way I know you’re always just my friend and we can both hang out like old times again.”

I sighed and realized this was the only way I would’ve been able to spend time with the love of my life. It made me feel like such a little loser, but I really had no choice.

“Ok, if it makes you feel safe.”

She positively glowed.

“Thanks, Jimmy, that makes me so so happy!”

I left her house still wearing the cage. I tried not to think about the fact that my little dick was locked up in a cage by my crush, and that I couldn’t touch it at all unless she let me. When I got back home, I went quietly to my room, changed into my pajamas, and tried to fall asleep. That’s when the real torture of the cage became apparent. All I could think about was Lucy, and how she totally emasculated me, and I was getting very worked up. The freedom of the cage, which had seemed great at first, had turned into a curse, with all the extra room my dick had plenty of space to throb, and twitch, and strain into a rock-hard, half-inch erection all it wanted.

But I couldn’t touch it at all. I tried reaching down and desperately playing with my cage, trying to get some stimulation, but nothing I did worked, so I gave up and just lay there, my willy throbbing as I thought about Lucy. I didn’t know how long I could do this.

It started when I went over to Lucy’s house that morning and begged her to unlock me just for a few seconds so I could cum. I don’t know what came over me, but the denial was just too much, and it finally broke me. I didn’t know what else to do but plead with Lucy to let me out. She looked at me, disgusted.

“Jimmy, how could you ask me something like that? That’s so gross, you know we’re just friends.”

I hung my head. “I know, I’m sorry, Lucy. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, but I just can’t take it anymore. I’m so frustrated all the time.”

Lucy shook her head. “I guess that means it’s not working. If you’re still frustrated, that means you’re still having these thoughts about me. I can’t believe you would even ask me something like that.”

I was exasperated. “No, it’s not that I’m thinking about you; it’s just the way guys are. We need a release now and again, or else we get antsy.”

Lucy’s expression did not change. “That’s all well and good, but I can’t have you coming to me with problems like that. The point is to stay friends and not bring that up. I’m sorry, we just need to take a break from seeing each other.”

I was crushed, and she seemed very angry with me. That whole day went by slowly, as all I could think about was Lucy and my imprisoned dick. Later at lunch i was walking near the cafeteria when I saw Lucy talking with Amanda and Tara. I knew she had said to take a break from talking, but Prom was tomorrow, and I really wanted to fix this before then. I walked over to them, and Tara and Amanda looked at my crotch and smiled at me. Lucy did not look happy to see me. Just as I was about to open my mouth, out of nowhere my white bully Jake slid forward and intercepted me. I hadn’t been this close to him in months, and I involuntarily took a step back.

“Hey Tiny, been a while.”

I was frozen by fear. He was more than a foot taller than me and weighed twice as much as me. I didn’t want to make him angry.

“H-hi Jake.”

I noticed Lucy was watching on, making no protest at his use of my nickname.

“Let’s see some lunch money, Tiny.”

He held his hand out expectantly. I really didn’t want to make him angry, but all I had was 10 dollars to buy some flowers for Lucy tomorrow night. I thought if I just lied, he had no way of knowing I wasn’t telling the truth.

“I don’t have any lunch money, Jake.”

SMACK

Jake laid an open palm slap across my face that put me down on the ground. I stayed down at his feet, clutching my face. Amanda and Tara tittered. Lucy still hadn’t said anything in my defense, but at least she wasn’t laughing like her friends.

“Lunch money, Tiny.”

My little willy was getting hard by this point. I reached into my pocket and held up my money for him to take.

“Good boy,” said Tara. Her words hurt, but Lucy’s expressionless face hurt me more. She didn’t look angry or indignant as I expected; she looked interested, like she was seeing something captivating and couldn’t look away.

“Kiss my shoes and say sorry, Tiny.”

There was no way I could do that in front of these girls, especially not Lucy. I hesitated, and Jake reached down with his muscular arm and pulled my head back by my hair. Another slap rained into my face, and my eyes started tearing up.

“You heard me, Tiny. Don’t make me ask again or I’ll start punching.”

I whimpered pathetically. I had no choice. I got on my hands and knees in front of my crush and her friends and kissed my mean white bully’s shoes. My little nub was absolutely throbbing like crazy in my pink chastity cage.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Turner. Tiny is very, very sorry.” I kissed his shoe again. This time, I heard all three girls laughing at me. My tiny dick was practically vibrating. I wanted to go home and stimulate myself so badly, but I knew I couldn’t. I stayed there on my hands and knees until he left and Lucy helped me up.

“He’s gone now, Jimmy.”

“Lucy…I can’t believe you laughed at me.” I was hurt. She looked at me apologetically and led me away from her friends.

“I’m really sorry, Jimmy. I didn’t mean to laugh; it’s just the whole situation really made me realize some things. I think it was good that happened so you can maybe understand your role better.”

I was in disbelief. “My role?”

“Yeah, I mean the fact you came to me about your problem this morning just shows that you still haven’t accepted that we can only be friends. Something gave you the confidence to ask me that. I think Jake taking you down a peg now and then isn’t the worst thing for our friendship.”

I guess, in some perverse way, I understood what she was saying, even if it left me heartbroken and humiliated to hear her say it. Plus it might solve my main problem, which was my date for tomorrow night.

“So we can go to Prom now?”

She smiled and nodded. “I think there might be one other problem with that, but come over after school, I have a solution.”

I agreed, just happy to be back on schedule, and we went our separate ways for the rest of the day. I was positively bursting with excitement. At 5, I put on my suit and went over to Lucy’s house. She answered the door looking absolutely stunning, in a gold dress that perfectly showed off her tight, petite body, and with makeup that made her more beautiful than I’d ever seen her. She invited me in, and we went up to her room.

“So what’s the other problem?” I asked.

“Well, I was thinking about what you said, the frustration you’ve been having.”

Oh my god, was she going to let me out to cum finally?

“And I think the problem is that you have so much room to get hard. If you didn’t have the extra room, you would just stay soft, and you wouldn’t get so worked up.”

I didn’t like the sound of that. Wearing this was already so humiliating I didn’t know if I could handle a smaller one. Lucy took my silence as a sign to keep going. She reached into her drawer and pulled out another device. I was really starting to hate this drawer. This one was kind of like the other one, but metal. It had a ring as well, but instead of a tube, it was just a flat circle of steel with some small holes in it.

“I think this one is more your size; Tara gave it to me.” Of course she did.

“So where does my thing even go?” I asked.

She pointed behind the metal circle. It would go right here. It’s supposed to keep everything tucked away so you can’t get those annoying erections.”

“I don’t know, Lucy, this one’s already bad enough-”

“But that’s my point! It’s so bad because it gives you room to get excited and frustrated. This one will solve all that, and you’ll feel much better.”

Maybe she was right. I kind of knew she wasn’t, but my love for her was convincing me this was a good idea. I wanted to go to prom with her so bad.

“Ok, Lucy, if it makes you feel better.”

“Thank you, Jimmy!”

She handed me the key to my current cage and the new one. I unlocked the one I was wearing and removed it for the first time in a month. It hadn’t been cramped at all in there, but just the feeling of having my penis freed made me feel more like a man than I had in weeks. Not for long. I fitted the metal ring of the new device over my dick and balls just like last time. But when I put the circle part over my dick, forced my little hard-on down, and clicked it into place, I immediately felt the difference. The first cage was mentally humiliating, but I could at least get hard in there. This one was much worse. Even though I only needed a half-inch of space to get an erection. I didn’t have enough for that. My disappointing dick was crushed into almost nothing. I looked even more pathetic than I felt. All you could see were my tiny little balls, and right above them was just a flat metal circle where my penis used to be. I know I had a small thing before, but being completely dickless was even worse. I had never felt like less of a man. I handed Lucy the key just like last time. It was becoming a habit at this point.

“Wow, I can’t believe how easily you fit in there. It’s like it’s meant to be.”

She clicked the lock closed, and I knew I wouldn’t be seeing that key for a very long time.

To Be Continued…?

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