“It’s so… tiny.”

“Yeah, I’m not gonna lie, Seth. That has to be the smallest dick I’ve ever seen.”

Vanessa tossed an amused look at her brunette roommate, Ellie, while Seth stared at them, his mouth gaping in disbelief.

“H-hey now! C-come on… It’s not that small,” he blubbered. He cast a glance downward to his hardened dick. It just barely stuck out past the swell of his balls, even in its full glory.

Vanessa tilted her head, blonde hair sliding over her shoulder as she raised a pitying eyebrow.

“I’m sorry, Seth. It really is small. I don’t think there is anything we can do with it.”

Seth dropped the hem of his shirt, which he was holding with both hands. The shirt brushed over his bare thighs, barely tenting around his sad, little protrusion. His voice cracked.

“Oh… um… OK.”

Humiliation crawled through him, years of bottled insecurity rushing back with a sharp vengeance. Vanessa was the first woman he had ever dated. Now here she was, making him show off his minuscule dick to her roommate.

Beneath the devastation, however, Seth felt something new and filthy stirring uncomfortably in his loins. Something that made him admit that some sick, buried piece of him liked feeling like this. Not like he was wanted, but like he was looked at. Laughed at.

It wasn’t only shame that was keeping him frozen there. And it certainly wasn’t shame that made him want the girls to look at his dick again.

Ellie leaned over and whispered something into Vanessa’s ear that prompted Vanessa to giggle.

“I know, right?” she replied, loud enough for Seth to hear. The girls giggled some more, both looking right at him.

Oh god. Why did that make his dick twitch?

“Look, Seth,” Vanessa took a step toward him, coming close enough to place a comforting hand on his shoulder. “I know we had some good chemistry, but I don’t think I can date someone who can’t satisfy me. You understand, right? It’s just that I’m used to guys with big cocks. I’d barely feel you, it would be like trying to fuck a thumb.”

Seth trembled, his dick growing harder at Vanessa’s cruel honesty. “Yeah, I get it…”

He couldn’t bring himself to meet Vanessa’s eyes. Nor could he stop the painful throbbing in his groin. Blindly, he reached for his pants and boxers on the bed.

“Wait!” Ellie’s voice called out, sharp and urgent.

Seth froze mid-reach. Slowly, he turned his head to look at Ellie.

She wasn’t looking at his face. She was looking right at the barely visible tent that Seth’s tiny, desperate dick made at the bottom of his shirt. A sheepish grin tugged at her lips.

“Can I see it one more time? I mean, I just didn’t even know they came that small.”

Before he could even really think about it, Seth grasped the hem of his t-shirt and dragged it back up. What was wrong with him? Why was he letting these two girls ridicule him like this? Why did he kind of like it?

His dick throbbed under the girls’ gazes. Seth swallowed hard.

“You can touch it if you want,” he offered.

Both Ellie and Vanessa exchanged another look.

Ellie approached first. She reached out with a single finger, tracing the short distance from the tip of his head to his base. Despite its small size, Seth’s dick jumped enthusiastically. A groan tore through his throat as a drop of pre-cum dripped to the floor.

“Oh, ew,” Ellie snatched her hand away. She wiped her finger clean on his shirt with a scrunched nose. “I mean, well, I guess it works like a real dick. Just…a mini version. Here, check this out, Vanessa.”

Now both girls each stroked a finger up either side of his dick. Seth groaned again, and his gut clenched hard as sparks set off like fireworks all along his dick. It didn’t even take a whole hand to tease him; he was getting wrecked by just their fingertips.

“Oh wow,” Vanessa laughed, wrapping her hand fully around him. “My palm is bigger than the whole thing!”

She twisted her hand experimentally, her fingers meeting easily to close her grasp. Not a centimeter of Seth’s dick peeked out even as she moved.

“He really likes that. Keep doing it,” Ellie urged.

Seth’s face contorted with pleasure like none he had felt before. His hands were balled into tight fists around the fabric of his t-shirt, the shiver that shot up his spine making his arms shake.

“I-I-I’m g-going…” he gasped, barely able to form words. His balls tightened, the warm threat of orgasm building in his stubby shaft.

“Are you going to cum?” Vanessa asked with a mock gasp. She ripped her hand away, then slapped it down sharply on Seth’s genitals. The pain made him double over with a groan that came from deep inside. It hurt, but his dick ached even more with desire.

“Please,” he whimpered, still bent low toward the ground. “Please, I need to cum.”

Vanessa’s lip curled. A look of distaste flickered across her face. “Ugh, imagine fucking a guy who can’t even hold his load for more than a minute.”

Seth didn’t know what to do. His dick was dripping with his arousal, and he ached from the tension in his balls and the sting of Vanessa’s slap. All Seth wanted was to cum. He needed it so badly that his thoughts scrambled in the heat of his yearning.

Maybe that was a good thing. Not having thoughts right now. Because if Seth did, he’d have to think about the fact that his dick was still hard as stone. It didn’t soften under the girls’ cruelty. It pulsed and twitched in open defiance of the pain and humiliation.

He didn’t get it. He didn’t want to get it. All he wanted was to cum.

“Please,” he begged again. It wasn’t just a plea. Confession colored his whimper.

Vanessa shook her head. “And get your gross cum all over my room? No way.”

“Maybe we can help him?” Ellie suggested. “Stand up, Seth. Let me see you again.”

Seth stood. His face burned, shameful heat radiating from his groin and spreading over his whole body. Just as Ellie asked, he presented himself for her to see.

Ellie peered down at his rigid, throbbing dick, bending at the waist to get a better look.

“Yeah, I think it’ll work. Vee, do you remember that thing I got for my boyfriend, but he was too big for it?”

Vanessa blinked, then grinned wickedly. “Oh, my god—Yes.”

“What if we used it to like…I guess, train him?”

“Train him?” Vanessa repeated. “Like a dog?”

Ellie laughed. “If a dog were that small.”

For a moment, Vanessa considered what her roommate was saying. Then, her face lit up with excitement.

“Go get it.”

Confused, Seth watched as Ellie went to her closet and rifled through a box she retrieved from the top shelf. She lifted something made entirely of metal from it before sliding the box back into its place.

Then she walked back to where he and Vanessa waited and held out her hand to show him what it was.

“This is a chastity cage,” she explained. “You’re going to wear it. It’ll help you learn control. Maybe, if you’re lucky enough to find a woman desperate to let you fuck her someday, you’ll have a chance of actually pleasing her. You’ll put it on for a couple of days, and you can take it off when Vanessa and I tell you to come over again, and we let you out.”

“What? No way!” Seth’s voice rose with his alarm. He didn’t want to wear that thing. Especially not for days! He wouldn’t even be able to jerk off with it, not to mention it killed any chance of him having sex with a woman.

Ellie’s hand reached out in a flash, wrapping around his swollen, heavy balls and squeezing. Pain shot through Seth’s body, tears burning in his eyes.

“Don’t be stupid,” she chided. She dangled the cage like bait, her eyes narrowing with a smile. “We’re doing this to help you. Look, just try it on. Let’s see if it fits. Be good, and I’ll jerk you off until you come harder than you have in your entire life. Deal?”

Oh god. Getting to cum in Ellie’s hand sounded incredible. Seth’s dick nodded its agreement, even though his mind still fought against the thought of being caged for days at a time. Maybe he could just try it on and then tell them he didn’t want to wear it again.

His hesitancy must have been written all over his face. Enough that Vanessa brought in the big guns to push him over the edge. She looked at him with wide puppy dog eyes and kissed him softly on the cheek.

“Please, Seth? Do it for me?”

Fuck. Fuck!

“OK,” he said, the ache between his legs roaring louder than his pride. “I’ll try it on.”

Ellie explained that he needed to be flaccid when it went on. Then she showed him how it worked, along with the little padlock that kept the cage closed. She told him to lie on her bed and do mental math exercises until his hard-on went away.

It took a while. Especially because the girls blatantly ignored him while they were waiting, which only turned him on more. In the end, it took them three separate attempts to fit the cage in place.

Finally, Ellie snapped the lock in place. Then she sat back and looked at him with the two padlock keys dangling from a key ring on her finger.

“Awesome. It fits,” Ellie cheered.

“He looks kinda cute like that. It’s even smaller now.” Vanessa teased.

Seth felt himself already growing inside his new prison, its weight heavy around his dick. Within seconds, he could feel the bite of the metal bars into his flesh.

“Can I cum now?” He asked, naïve hopefulness bright in his eyes.

The girls burst into laughter. Seth looked at them, even more confused than before. It took him a moment to understand. The lack of blood directed to his brain still hindered his brain. Slowly, the realization began to dawn on him.

“But you promised you’d jerk me off!” He protested loudly.

Vanessa patted his thigh softly, a sadistic smile erasing all trace of the sweet, pleading look that had encouraged him earlier.

“We did. And we will,” Vanessa promised. In a couple of days. Don’t worry. I’ll text you when you can come back.”

Seth inhaled sharply, the ache in his groin more intense than ever. A couple of days? There was no way he could last that long, especially not after what he experienced today!

With panicked eyes, he looked back and forth from Vanessa to Ellie but found nothing to suggest either was joking about this. He watched as they continued to laugh, the keys swinging in Ellie’s hand like a leash. His dick throbbed uselessly behind its bars. He was their prisoner. And he’d begged for it.

 

The End.

 

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