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By HairlessLilPPboy

I’ve always enjoyed small penis humiliation, and my fantasies have gradually become my boyfriend’s. In the beginning, he teased me only because I liked it. But, now, the idea that he gets to enjoy more sexual pleasure because his penis is bigger is a win-win for him.

For me, sex has always been a mental exercise. No mouth, butt, or anything else gets me off as surely as being teased and masturbated. Early in our relationship, he got over my disinterest in being blown or having anal sex, and began to enjoy having a partner who was always ready to suck and rim him, but only wanted a quick handjob in return. Moreover, as time went on, he began getting excited by the idea that he was not only getting as much oral as he wanted, whenever he wanted it, for as long as he wanted, but the faster he got me off, even if he had me shooting before I could get a full measure of sexual pleasure, the more exciting it was for me.

Time went by, and our normal sex became him enjoying long blowjobs, during which I would sometimes play with myself, but more often just leave my little penis alone. Then he would sit on my face, (his clean, smooth butt is always exciting, even to just think about), and as soon as he did, my little button-dick would stiffen into a small boner, and I’d be spurting in no time.

With him already having cum, if I was happy to cum quickly, he was happy for me to cum quickly. Delaying so I could enjoy a sustained erection and more sex feelings in my penis didn’t add anything to the game for either of us.

Because my little dickie only boned up when I was very mentally excited (not from touching, and certainly not from sucking), if I wanted a guaranteed, sustained erection, (not just stiffness and orgasm in the same instant) it was a simple as taking a Viagra. Then it would be throbbing hard (although small and unimpressive), no matter what attention or inattention it received, start to finish.

If you’ve used them before, you know that after a short while, the anxiety that you won’t get a good erection without the pill creates exactly that effect, and you get less and less erections without the pill. Luckily, insurance covered the pills, and while abroad, I had bought a healthy supply.

Then, insurance rules changed. Most insurance plans (including mine) paid for no erectile meds. The cheapest boner pills were $10 a piece. It was then that my boyfriend brought up the idea that instead of ponying up the price, he wanted me to stop using Viagra when my supply ran out. Once it did, “No more boner pills,” he teased. If that meant no more boners, so be it. He would still get blowjobs whenever he wanted, and I could either cum in my own hand (if I could), or he would wank my little-stiffy (if it got hard on its own), AFTER he came, as always, for the shortest amount of time possible, with his ass on my face.

Exciting as the idea of my little-dinky only boning up to spurt and get all the way small again, I was understandably anxious. I had counted and re-counted, and knew I had only 50 pills left. I was soon to learn that my boyfriend had been counting them too.

That night, without saying a word, he got a throbbing erection in his pants. I saw it, and immediately opened his pants, letting them fall to the floor around his ankles. His beautiful, thick, smooth erection pulsed in his tighty-whities. He stepped out of his pants, and after a quick kiss on the lips, he tapped my shoulders. This meant he didn’t want to lie on the bed. He wanted me to kneel and suck. Pulling down his undies, I began to suck him, also using my right hand to stroke his shaft, the hand I use to masturbate, but I knew that my right hand felt better for him too, and it didn’t matter if I got hard, until after his blowjob. I could at least rub the front of my underpants with my left hand.

“Cradle me,” he purred.

That meant he wanted me to use my left hand to cup his butt cheeks with my fingers, using my thumb to gently tickle him under his balls. That also meant I couldn’t touch myself at all. Usually, a blowjob like this lasted about twenty minutes. But, that night, with him making certain that I couldn’t touch my little-peter with either hand (and my underpants still up), I sucked for over forty-five minutes, before he finally erupted into my mouth.

With no clean-up to perform, I laid on the bed on my back, and he took his usual place, sitting on my face, facing my feet (so that once he sat on my face, he could reach down and play with my little penis with one or both hands). Before he sat on my face, he was always conscious of whether my arms were up (so I could hold his cheeks) or down (so I could play with myself). This time, he made sure my arms were up. So, I assumed he would play with my little dick, as I kissed his bottom. My immature dicklette sprang to life, but he didn’t touch it. It went from a tiny acorn to a small, boyish erection, but he made no contact with it. Seeing it fully hard (which isn’t much to see), he said, “Come with me to the bathroom”.

We went into the bathroom and he told me to straddle the toilet, standing up, with my butt and back against the raised toilet seat.

“Fifty little pills left, isn’t that right?” he asked.

My little boner throbbed. “Yes, it’s fifty,” I answered back nervously.

“So, after that, if I’m not there to tease you about your little dick, and put my butt in your face, you might be limp for life.”

“Yeah, I guess.”

I didn’t like where this was leading, but my little dink, still untouched, seemed to like the idea a whole lot.

“It excites me when I get lots and lots of sex, and then you only get to have a boner for a few seconds, until I make you spurt, and your peeny goes soft again.”

“I’m glad you like that as much as I do.”

“That’s why I’m not worried about you having boner pills. I mean, we usually don’t use them, and you get erections. They last for less than a minute before you cum, but, as you say, that’s just because you’re so excited.”

“I’m not worried too much, I guess. But I’ve liked knowing that I can have a guaranteed boner, if I want one.”

“But that’s not something you need, is it, baby?”

“No. I already promised, no more pills after these are gone.”

“Do you think you’ll worry about your erections, once the pills are gone?”

“I have to admit, yes, I’ve thought about it.”

“I thought so. Fifty more pills. That’s not a lot.”

“No, it isn’t a lot.”

“Not a lot of boners, before you may never get another guaranteed one, ever again. And you’re already so small hung.”

“Yes, baby, I have a really little dick.”

“You love telling me that. This is the longest you’ve stayed hard without any touching, or my butt on your tongue in a while. I guess that means the pills aren’t very important. Look at the way your little dicklette is bouncing. I think ‘he’ likes not knowing when his last little erection will happen.”

“Please play with my dickie. I’m so horny!”

“Guess what I did? I put all fifty of your pills into a bowl,” he said, pointing to a bowl on the sink, as he took one finger tip and thumb, and started toying with the little pink head of my tiny penis.

“Maybe you don’t need to cum today. Let’s put this little bowl of pills away, and let your little dick go soft on its own. I would like to watch you go soft without cumming. Does that sound fun?”.

Here I am, straddling the toilet bowl, my little erection sticking out, him toying with it, only with a finger tip and thumb, asking if I’m okay with him stopping everything, and having me just lose my erection.

“Please. I would really like to cum. I’m so excited. You won’t have to play with me for long.”

“That much I know. You’ve become quite the premature ejaculator.”

“I never really thought of it that way. It never seemed premature. You already came, we both wanted me finished quickly… it always seemed the right amount of time for both of us.”

Maybe I was a little hurt. Premature ejaculator? Yes, I guess I was. I tried to think of how long it had been since he’d masturbated me more than a full minute.

“While I masturbate you, I want to bounce one or two of your remaining pills off your little boner, and into the toilet. The faster you cum, the less Viagra you lose. Can I do that, baby? Will you let me waste a few of your erections, for the excitement of seeing your pills bounce off your tiny baby dick and into the toilet?”

“Will you stroke me really fast and talk to me about my little cocklette while you do it?”

“If I can bounce a few of your remaining pills off your little dickie, into to the toilet, I’ll give you the best little handjob I can, and talk about what a little dick premature ejaculator you are, until you’re all through.”

“Okay, if that will really excite you.”

“You giving up your erections, maybe for life, to excite me is the hottest thing you’ve ever done.”

He grasped my little nubbin in his slicked fingers, and said, “Each time I bounce a Viagra off your little squirt gun, I want you to look at the pill falling in the toilet bowl between your legs and say, “Bye bye boner! Be a good little fast-cummer for me. Watch the pill go into the toilet and say, “Bye bye boner!” just like a little boy.

With that, he picked up a ‘blue diamond’ from the bowl on the sink. I was already feeling my little balls drawing up tight inside me. As he held the pill in his hand, he explained, “I’ll wank your little shaft as I toss each pill, so the pill can bounce off your little cock head. Here goes the first one.”

With perfect aim, he flicked the pill. We watched it bounce off my tiny pink dick head, as I yelled, “Bye bye boner!”.

“Good boy!” he exclaimed, as he ruffled my hair with his free hand. With him having backed off the tip of my little dickie, I wasn’t ready to cum yet, but had never felt more mentally excited.

“We don’t have to play this game any more. I can just take my hands away, and relax with you on the bed until you have a nice erection failure for me. Do you want to stop playing and save your pills?”.

“It’s okay. We can throw another pill in the toilet.”

“Good boy! Of course we can! Little dickie’s don’t need boners, do they?”

“No, Daddy.”

I couldn’t help it. When he spoke to me this way and teased my little dickie, I automatically called him Daddy.

“Ask me nicely. Say, “Daddy, please take away another one of my boners.”

“Daddy, PLEASE take away another one of my boners!”

With that, he began milking my little boy-prick with two fingertips and his thumb, over my excited little dicklette.

“Let’s play ‘bouncies’ with another pill!”

Again he took a pill from the bowl, moved his fingertips off my dick tip and onto the shaft (where they did no good in helping me do my little spurties), and tossed the blue diamond off my stiff, little dick tip, into the toilet.

“Bye bye, boner!” I yelped.

Suddenly, his full hand was stroking me, as he hadn’t in years. He liked my orgasms to be the result of a little gentle tickling, not anything approaching adult masturbation.

“Pick up the bowl.”

I picked up the bowl, ready to throw away yet a third erection, at his command.

“Someone’s getting ready to sticky. But, I’m not sure I want you to sticky like this. I want you to be either my premature ejaculator boy, or we can stop this, and watch together, as you lose your erection.”

“No, please… I need to cum!”

“Cum? Little dick premature ejaculator’s don’t cum. They have sticky little boy accidents in Daddy’s hand, or in their pants.”

“Please let me make a sticky, Daddy!”.

“Are you willing to make your stickies in the bowl for me? It will ruin all your pills.”

“I can’t hold it much longer, I’m gonna…”

“Put the pill bowl under your dickie RIGHT NOW!”

Before I could think what I was doing, the pill bowl was in front of my little dickie, as Daddy gave it the final strokes.

“Cum all over your pills. I want you yelling, “Bye bye boners!” over and over, until it’s done.”

With his free hand, he added his hand to the bowl, as I took mine away. I couldn’t stop my little dickie now. I was going to have an accident all over the pills and ruin my boners forever, for Daddy.

“Bye bye boners! Bye bye boners! Bye bye boners!”.

With that, I spurted onto my pills. As soon as the first little spurt of my accident coated the pills, Daddy turned the bowl over, and the pills bounced off my little spurting dick, as they landed in the toilet. My eyes were tightly shut as Daddy pressed his lips to my ear and said, “Good boy. Good boy for Daddy.” That’s when the toilet flushed.

The End.