Smaller & Smaller: Part 6
By Degrbi.
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Part 6…
Lisa had stopped being surprised by anything that might happen to me, and I was both alarmed and grateful for that. Any romantic inclination she had once held for me had long since evaporated. I was simply this bald fag living under the same roof, and thankfully, in her words, with separate living arrangements.
Liam was coming down hard on me at work, demanding more and more from me. On top of the sexual service he demanded, sometimes twice a day, he had begun to weave his way into my personal life as well.
On more than one occasion, I arrived home, only to find him on the sofa, talking with Lisa, as if he felt obligated to apprise her just how far I’d fallen. She knew I was basically his slave, something that amused her more than I liked to admit.
“Watch this, Lisa.” He mused as I walked in the door. “Strip for me, M.P.”
“Yes, Sir,” I replied, grimacing as my wife watched from beside him. Once I was naked, he had me crawl to him on my knees, my pathetic micropenis hard and pointing straight out from my bald pubis. Liam opened his trousers and began to fish out his thick four-inch cock.
“Oh, God, Liam, do I have to watch this?” Lisa asked, almost begging to be allowed to leave.
“I think it’s important for you to see, first hand, what a pathetic cocksucker your husband has become.” Liam insisted, as I crawled forward, and in full view of my wife, took him into my mouth. It was completely quiet except for the disgusting slurping noises emanating from my lips as I plunged up and down on Liam’s cock.
“I can’t believe you’re my husband. This is disgusting.” Lisa sneered, and I could only imagine the look on her face as she watched me debase myself in front of her. To deepen my humiliation, Liam grasped the back of my shaven head and forced himself down my throat, increasing the speed my head bobbed up and down on his swollen member.
Liam shot his load deep inside me, as he had done so many times before, and with a final slurp, I squeezed the last drops of cum from his cock with my lips before kneeling upright out of habit.
“You really are a disgusting pig, M.P., and I’m not even sure if our present arrangements are sufficient anymore.” Lisa scolded.
I tried not to look her way, but it was impossible not to see the contempt on her face. I’d sucked Liam’s cock right in front of her, and there was no erasing that image from her mind. Everything she might have imagined I was doing was now cemented in reality.
“Oh, don’t be too hard on him, Lisa. He can’t really help who he is, after all.” Liam pointed out. Strangely, his explanation seemed to quell Lisa’s disgust for the time being, and I was allowed to stay in the guest bedroom.
Seeing Liam in my house began to be more a rule than an exception, and on more than one occasion, he and Lisa would be out tooling around in his Jaguar, only to arrive home late in the evening. I tried not to imagine him fucking her, but it was impossible not to assume he was taking advantage of her.
“Did you know Liam has a similar tattoo, only his is more respectable than yours, of course.” Lisa mused one evening after he had dropped her off. I knew there was only one way she could have known that, and it made me sick inside.
So, I shouldn’t have been surprised when he returned from a late luncheon, demanding my service. In the usual degrading fashion, I stripped and crawled forward to suck him off. He pulled out his cock, but when I pulled it inside my mouth, there was a distinctly female scent and taste to his skin.
“Taste that, M.P.?” He chuckled. “It is delicious, isn’t it? It took a little doing, but your wife is a good fuck after all.” He grabbed my skull before I pulled away. “Lisa Will, how appropriate.”
My normal enthusiasm for sucking had soured a bit, but as usual, my micropenis was as rigid as steel with the humiliation. He was fucking my wife, and I was sucking her juices off of his cock.
“Here’s the deal, M.P., I fuck her, you get to keep your job. Right now, I don’t think that’s a problem because she certainly seems to enjoy my attention. You make sure you reinforce how much you appreciate her being with me.” He pulled away without coming, obviously spent from fucking Lisa. “I hope you understand your tenuous situation, M.P.”
“Yes, Sir.” I managed as I threw on my clothes.
When I arrived home, I was surprised not to see Liam’s Jaguar in the driveway. I made my way through the house and deposited my things in my bedroom. I heard Lisa on the phone, so I gave her the space she needed while I poured myself a glass of wine.
“Oh, you’re home.” Was all Lisa said when she saw me on the sofa, the glass of wine in my hand. “Go sit in the chair over there. I don’t want to sit next to you.” She turned up her nose, obviously still disgusted by my behavior.
“Sorry. I’ll move.” I stood and moved to the opposite side of the living room. “I’m sorry you had to witness that the other night.” I sighed, trying to understand just how bad things were between us.
“It’s one thing to know you’re doing it, M.P., it’s quite another, actually, to watch what a pathetic pig you’ve become.” Lisa shook her head. “I suppose he told you he’s been fucking me?” She grumbled.
“Yes. He did tell me.” I admitted. “He’s not forcing you to do this, Lisa, because…”
“No, it’s not force exactly. He did mention that my being nice to him might make things better for us all around.” Lisa mewled.
“Do you at least enjoy it?” I asked.
“Well, he’s thick, which I’m sure you know, and even though he doesn’t hit too deep, he stretches me nicely. Yes, it feels good.” She finally admitted.
“You should keep fucking him then.” I pressed, not wanting to tell her the truth about my job.
Ignoring my encouragement, she went on. “He told me all about the Little Morleys. He really seemed to get off on describing what you went through during your… initiation.” Lisa chortled. “Then the trip to the barbershop, that’s a bit of a power trip for him, keeping you bald, you know.”
“I’m well aware.” I finished my wine and sat back in the chair.
Then the front door opened, and obviously, he had acquired a key to the house. “Good evening, Lisa.” He didn’t even acknowledge my presence.
“Hi, Liam. How was your day?” She asked, as if she didn’t know.
“Well, lunch was particularly fun.” He mused, glancing over at me. “What do you say we give M.P. a show while he twiddles his little button?”
“You mean right here, in the living room?” Lisa seemed shocked. “In front of… him.”
“Yes, especially because it will be in front of M.P.,” He announced, “He needs to see that he’s been replaced.”
“Oh, I suppose.” She sighed.
“Get ‘em off, M.P., and come kneel right here.” He insisted, pointing to a spot a few feet from the front of the sofa. He began stripping my wife of her clothes, eventually getting her panties off and leaving her naked. He never bothered to remove his shirt, but simply lowered his trousers and jockey shorts, revealing his thick four-inch meat.
“Guide it inside her, M.P.,” He ordered. Lisa’s thick blonde thatch had been shaven bald, and I wondered if he had insisted on that. I crawled forward and held his member as he mounted Lisa from the front, feeling her wetness as he slid home. I saw her labia stretch to accommodate his girth, and she let out a small moan as he began sliding in and out. “Play with yourself, M.P.,” Liam insisted. “That’s all you’re good for anyway.”
Humiliated and degraded, I tweaked my penis while I watched, close up, the defilement of my wife. The sound of the moisture slurping over his cock, my wife’s essence, made me hard, knowing that he was enjoying something I could never have. Soon, the two fingers I used to play with myself were wet, and I knew I was coming.
He pulled out of her at the last second, spraying her body with his viscous semen, droplets of pearlescent liquid that I was all too familiar with; how it tasted and felt.
By then, I had expelled my small, useless spurts on the carpet between my knees. I felt utterly ashamed and as useless as my cum that was slowly soaking into the rug.
“Lick it off her, M.P.,” Liam demanded. “Show her that you’re at least good for something.”
I saw Lisa’s face as I began to lick Liam’s load from her tummy and hairless pubis. It was revulsion. There was no mistaking how she felt about me now.
A week later, I’d taken over the rent payments on Liam’s apartment, a one-bedroom efficiency on the west side of the city. It was the only thing Lisa would accept after what happened that day.
Liam, on the other hand, had moved into what was my house. He’d knelt me down at work, naked, and had me sign over the deed. He’d taken everything from me, after all—my car, my valuables, my wife, and now my house.
So, as I lay in my twin-sized bed, masturbating, I came knowing that I was exactly where I deserved to be.
The End.
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