SPH-THEMED EROTICA STORIES

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Part 2…

‘Time for your enema!’ was the last thing he remembered hearing. Well… not the last thing.

It was given, and not gently by the Latina nurse who seemed of such a sweet disposition. But like everything here, it was a trap meant to devalue him. After he had been “cleared,” he was sprayed clean with ice cold water from a firehose by the nurse.

‘Where is it now? I cannot find it!’ she taunted.

And then he was forced to bend over while she delivered a rather large suppository into his ass.

‘How does that feel, Pequeño?’ she asked, her new pet name for him as she pushed it into him.

He found himself huffing and puffing as she pushed it deeper into his ass, whatever the suppository was for, it definitely removed the tension from the area and before long, he could feel himself growing hard as she fingered him.

‘You’ll tell me when you’re close, won’t you? we don’t want any more accidents,’ she said as she pumped her finger into his ass.

‘No…’ he said, looking up at his petite penis, biting his lip. He’d only been stimulated like this once before, a few short weeks earlier with Rebecca… It should have been a sign, a warning, but he was too stupid to acknowledge it.

They had undressed and she was yawning with boredom as he prepared to penetrate her. As he leaned in to kiss her, she turned away, giving him her cheek. He did his best to display passion, but even though he was rock hard, he should have known she was not in the mood, all it took was a finger driven into him and he erupted like mount Vesuvius.

There was no passion, no romance, only laughter. He was so angry for her. When she stopped laughing, that was when the taunting begin.

‘You enjoyed it didn’t you?’ she’d say,

or

‘Are you sure you aren’t playing for the other team?’

or worst of all:

‘That was only my little finger,’ this she would say while holding up her middle finger to him, displaying it in a way as to show her she was more than a man than he was, as she would hold her thumb and forefinger, comparing his size to her finger.

The moment of truth came sooner than he realized, for a rope of cum splattered right onto his face.

He muttered in disgust and stood up, recoiling from the laughing Latina.

‘That’s not funny!’

But to the nurse, it was just that.

‘I told you to warn me, Pequeño,’ she laughed with tears in her eyes.

‘Can you give me a paper towel at least?’

The Latina pulled the rubber glove off her hand, making a snapping sound with it.

‘Lo siento, Pequeño, we’re fresh out. You’re going to have to take care of that yourself.’

Nicholas moved to wipe the cum from his face.

‘Ah, ah, ah,’ the nurse said. ‘You’re going to have to lick your face clean.’

‘What?’ Nicholas asked, raising his voice.

‘Every drop. Come on, I gave you a gift. Technically, two. I expect some entertainment myself. Don’t forget, Pequeño, that’s why you ended up here in the first place.’

It was then Nicholas noticed the camera in the corner, a witness to it all.

‘At least turn the camera off. Or cover it.’

‘No can do, Pequeño,’ The Latina said beaming a white grin. ‘Smile for the cameras.’

Hating himself, he scraped his ejaculate down towards his mouth and licked himself clean.

And then she turned the water hose on him again…

He lay there groaning. He remembered the lasers removing what little body hair he had, but not much else. At some point the thong had been pulled tight up onto him. He hadn’t the courage to even see what color it was.

Was it red? The color of his butt cheeks?

Was it black or blue, the way he felt?

Or was it white, signifying a truly lost cause?

How humiliating it had all been, stimulated to a ruined orgasm by his college crush… how did they even find her? And then spanked like a naughty child. He didn’t know what was worse, the humiliation of it all, receiving a bare bottom spanking with a paddle, or the pain.

Someone walked past and laughed. Another whistled. At some point he would roll over, so as not to show his exposed behind to them, but he was still too weak. So the humiliation would continue…

He thought of that pathetic fool he’d seen earlier… or was it yesterday? Or last week? The man who lay groaning the same way he was now. Oh, it was all so humiliating. The fact that his dear wife would want this fate for him… did she know what she signed him up for? Surely not. Surely this couldn’t be the punishment for failing to satisfy her all these years…

He heard another laugh at his expense, and he turned to see a beautiful woman shaking her head. And then, almost as if by accident, he glanced down at the string as it disappeared like floss between his butt cheeks.

White.

Hopeless.

He collapsed back onto his metal bed…

‘How are you feeling today?’ Doctor Petrova asked.

He was grateful that aloe vera had been brought in and was soothing his red bottom.

‘Better,’ he said dumbly.

The doctor nodded.

‘I can imagine it upsets you. Quite humiliating for man to know he’s never satisfied a woman. And while I promised you success in some form, I’m sorry it won’t be form you had in mind. Your penis will never be useful to a woman.’

He groaned as he lifted up, trying to seem a bit more formal than just a man in a skimpy thong swimsuit.

‘What other options are there?’ He asked, hoping to make the best of the situation. If he could finish up the treatment, then he could leave. Just get them to check the boxes and then you can be free.

‘Well,’ the doctor said, pausing to choose her words carefully. ‘I would like to begin by saying how truly sorry I am I could not help you in the way you had hoped. It is quite rare.’

‘Great,’ he muttered. ‘So what is this other option?’

She sighed with the weight of her words, which only irritated him more. To match his impatience with patience.

‘An irreversible and involuntary option.’

‘Involuntary?’ He asked, raising an eyebrow.

‘Yes,’ the doctor nodded. ‘I spoke to your wife.’

‘You spoke to Rebecca?’ He asked sharply. ‘Did you tell her what’s going on here? Did you… Does she know?’

‘She decided to select this treatment for you. In case the others failed. I am sorry, but it is rare one encounters truly lost, lost cause.’

‘Okay, so what is it?’ He asked.

She cleared her throat and began.

‘It’s called sissification.’

‘Sissifi-what?’

‘Da. It involves you, being, well, let’s say converted into a different form. We’re going to shrink that already quite miniscule penis to a smaller size, your testicles as well. In time, we’ll hide your testicles your inguinal canal, that part is relatively painless, I promise. And your penis will… well, there’s no easy way to say this, it will be referred to as your clitoris from them on. That aspect is more psychological than anything else.’

He was dumbstruck. Dumbfounded.

‘What?’

‘I understand, it’s a lot to take in. Your wife would prefer it if you were more submissive to her. You would of course still be married, but in most instances, such as when she would have an actual man over for sex, women have needs as you know-‘ she paused, catching herself. ‘Well, I’m sorry, I suppose you actually don’t know, do you?’

He wanted to scream. Impossible. This whole thing would be impossible. There’s no way he’s this much of a failure in bed. He wanted to jump out of his skin, but he knew he needed to play it cool.

‘There is… Something I can offer you,’ she said, leaning back in her chair and spreading her legs. ‘I won’t guarantee any results, but… if you pass test, perhaps I falsify a few documents here and there…’

‘And what would that test be?’

Dr. Petrova smiled and stood up, she put her folder on a slot over the cell window and slipped a strip of black tape over the camera.

‘I cannot guarantee you will keep your penis if you fail test. But I can guarantee you will lose your penis if you don’t even try it. In fact, I’ll see to it your clit is smaller than mine…’

The blood that had been flowing to Nicholas’ erection stopped immediately.

‘Do you understand?’ She asked, her voice severe, her slavic accent suddenly stronger.

‘Yes ma’am,’ he said weakly.

Dr. Petrova said nothing, but seemed pleased by this show of submission, she removed her white coat and then her blouse.

‘Another spanking?’

‘Nyet,’ the doctor said flatly as she slid her skirt down to reveal black bikini briefs. ‘First, I would instruct you not to fail to notice that panties you wear are sluttier than mine.’

Nicholas nodded. That fact had not escaped him, but to be made verbally aware of it made it that much more painful.

‘Make note of it, Nicholas.’

He glanced down from her ass to his tiny pitched tent and sank lower.

‘My panties are sluttier than yours.’

‘Good. Now, get to it, little dicked loser.’

‘You want me eat your pussy?’ Nicholas asked, still unsure.

The doctor feigned a sharp laugh of disapproval as she slid her bikini briefs down and stepped out of them. She had a very fit ass her for her age.

‘As if I would ever allow such a pathetic man like you to enjoy such honor. No, Nicholas, I have another task in mind for you,’ the doctor said, turning her chair away and resting her hands on it, she bent forward a bit, jutting her ass in his direction. ‘And it does involve your tongue. Though I assume you can figure out rest.’

Nicholas was trembling with terror. Did she really? Really expect him to tongue her asshole? To rim her? A thousand questions streamed past him, had she showered recently? Wiped recently? Shit recently?

‘Da, da and da,’ the doctor said, answering his unasked questions. ‘Do not waste time if you should hope to keep your little penis intact, Nicholas…’

Nicholas slipped off the bed and found himself on his knees, though still a few feet away. Her ass seemed a mosaic to him, a masterpiece at a distance, but… if he moved closer, what would it turn into? Would he enjoy it? Could he enjoy it? He inched forward awkwardly.

He raised his trembling hands to her ass and pushed her cheeks away. To his relief, her anus was clean. He leaned forward and gave her ass a gentle kiss.

And received a hard swat across the face for his trouble. Nicholas was rubbing his stinging cheek.

‘There is no need for romance, Nicholas. That is not purpose. Try again. And do not fail.’

No need for Romance, Nicholas thought and taking a deep breath, leaned forward and buried his tongue into crack.

‘That’s better, Nicholas. Now commit completely, or else I remove your balls old fashioned way, with mechanical scissors. And I must warn you, we are low on morphine.’

He penetrated her as deeply as he could, lapping frantically, driving his tongue deep into her anus.

She murmured, but did not seem especially pleased.

‘Nicholas…’ She said as if thinking aloud. ‘Nicholas second, was last czar of Russia, did you know?’

He continued on with this humiliating business, all the while hoping he might spare himself the fate she had mentioned, terrified of the sound of scissors, of being… sissified… until a timer sounded and Nicholas received another slap across the face for his troubles.

‘What was that for?’ He whimpered.

The good doctor pulled her panties back up and looked down at him disapprovingly.

‘Symmetry,’ the good doctor said, her slavic accent thick.

The doctor dressed and removed the folder from his cell window and sat back down, as if nothing had changed.

‘Well? Did I pass?’

Dr. Petrova scratched something in her folder with a pen until it dropped from her hands and she sighed.

‘Da and Nyet. There are worse ways to spend half an hour, so I will not cut off balls with shears… but you did fail to satisfy me.’

He was crestfallen, staring down at his petite package.

‘When does this process begin?’ he asked helplessly.

‘Immediately. In fact,’ she paused, checking her notes, ‘it has already begun.’

‘What? When? How?’

‘While you were passed out, we took the opportunity to inject you with first dose of BPA serum that will reduce size of your already quite small penis. And suppository that was delivered before you ejaculated into your own face? Why, that was serum to make you more… submissive. Effects should be somewhat noticeable now. I imagine that is why it took no convincing to rim me. Statistics show that 98% of men will take at least six minutes of convincing, you required… none.’

He patted the bulge of his thong, if it could even be called that. He’d thought it had just been his imagination. He really was smaller. By half an inch already.

‘Can you stop it?’ He asked frantically.

‘No. I’m sorry. As I said, it’s irreversible. Your penis will continue to shrink.’

She went on before he could speak.

‘Don’t worry,’ she said encouragingly. ‘Many “sissies” as they are called, go on to lead incredibly rewarding lives. And immensely satisfying sexual lives as well. Just not in way you might imagine: you will no longer be penetrative partner, although your wife tells us you were not much of a penetrative partner to begin with, this is likely due to your premature ejaculating, which must be said, while embarrassing, is not your fault.’

He frowned, but said nothing. The doctor continued.

‘As your penis continues to shrink, it will effectively become a clit, or ‘clitty’ as sissies like refer to it, they will serve as receptive partner, being a bottom for stronger, actual men.’ She patted his leg reassuringly. ‘Look at this as the dawn of a new chapter of your life. Sissies enjoy wearing panties, makeup, skirts, bralettes, the whole nine yards. But most of all, they enjoy having them taken off by actual men and fucked hard and long until they are filled with cum.’

He felt the color drain from his face.

‘Oh, do cheer up, look on the bright side, those premature ejaculations will no longer be an issue for you. In fact, most sissies report multiple orgasms, so should you even continue this humiliation of ejaculate upon first being penetrated, as I suspect is the case from what the nursing staff tells me, you’ll very likely experience another orgasm soon after. Perhaps even more than two. So what was once a humiliating and pathetic condition is now, well something highly sought after. Advantageous even.’

It was all too much. He keeled over, into a fog, into darkness.

To Be Continued…?

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