SPH-THEMED EROTICA STORIES

Tom’s hands shook as Amber zipped up her dress. She caught his eye in the mirror and smiled—not kind, but pleased. “Owen will be here in ten minutes. Remember what you agreed to.”

Tom swallowed. “Yes. I want to watch you with a real man. I know my little dick can’t please you.”

“Little?” Amber turned, walked to him, and palmed the front of his jeans. Her fingers found the soft, barely-there lump. She squeezed and snickered. “This isn’t little, baby. It’s a clit. A useless little clit. We both know you’ve never made me come. Not once.”

Tom’s face burned, but his pathetic nub twitched. He loved when she mocked it. They had discussed this—consensual, nasty, exactly how he needed. Amber was going to cuckold him with Owen, a bull she’d met online, and Tom would watch, stroke his little acorn, and be reminded of his place.

Doorbell. Amber smirked and told Tom to answer it. He opened the door to Owen: tall, broad, confident. Owen’s gray sweatpants left nothing to the imagination—a heavy, thick outline swinging down his thigh.

“You must be the little-dicked boyfriend,” Owen said, stepping inside without waiting. “Amber showed me pics. Damn, bro. Is that even a cock?”

Tom’s ears rang. “No, sir. It’s small.”

Owen laughed. “Small? Let’s see it.”

Amber appeared, crossing her arms. “Show him, Tom. Be a good cuck. Drop your pants and show Owen what you’ve got between your legs.”

Tom obeyed. He unbuttoned his jeans, pushed them and his boxers down. His erection—if you could call it that—stood at just over three inches, thin and flushed. Amber and Owen stared, then burst out laughing.

“Oh my God,” Amber said, wiping her eyes. “It looks like a thumb with a rash. Owen, compare it. Show him a real cock.”

Owen freed himself. His cock was massive—thick, veined, uncut, at least nine inches soft-ish and already hardening to full mast. He held it next to Tom’s trembling stub. The difference was obscene. Owen’s cockhead alone was bigger than Tom’s entire shaft.

“Look at that,” Amber purred. “Your little nub barely reaches past his balls. Owen, put it side by side.” She grabbed Tom’s chin, forced him to look. “That’s a man’s cock. Yours is an afterthought. Say it.”

Tom’s voice was hoarse. “I have a tiny, useless little dick. Owen has a real cock.”

“Good boy,” Amber said. “Now sit in the chair and keep your hands where I can see them. You can play with your little clit, but you don’t get to come until I say.”

She led Owen to the bed. Tom lowered himself into the cuck chair in the corner, naked from the waist down, his tiny erection bobbing. He wrapped two fingers around it—that was all it took—and began to stroke as Amber kissed Owen, moaning as his big hands squeezed her ass.

Owen pulled Amber’s dress over her head. She wore no bra, no panties. Her pussy was already glistening. Owen bent her over the edge of the bed, spread her cheeks, and slapped her cunt with his thick cock. Amber gasped.

“You like that big cock, baby?” Owen growled.

“Yes! Show my little-dicked boyfriend how a real man fucks.”

Owen shoved inside her in one brutal thrust. Amber screamed, her fingers clawing the sheets. Tom’s tiny cock jumped in his hand. He could see Owen’s shaft stretching her pussy wide, her lips gripping him. The wet sounds filled the room.

“Oh fuck, Owen! Yes, that’s a real cock! Fuck me harder!”

Owen pounded her, his balls slapping her clit. The bed creaked. Tom’s pathetic little dribble leaked pre-cum, but he knew it was nothing compared to what Owen was giving her. Amber looked over her shoulder at Tom, her face flushed, lips parted.

“You see this, Tom? This is what a pussy needs. Your little needle could never reach deep enough. You’ve never made me feel this full. Owen’s cock is splitting me open. Tell him how pathetic you are.”

Tom’s voice cracked. “I’m pathetic. My dick is too small to satisfy you. I’m just a little-dicked cuck. Please keep fucking her, Owen. Please use her pussy.”

Owen laughed, reached back, and grabbed Tom by the hair, forcing his face close to where they were joined. “Watch,” he grunted. “Watch my big cock disappear into your girlfriend’s cunt while your tiny thing leaks.”

Tom watched, inches away. He saw the thick shaft sliding in and out, coated in Amber’s cream. The smell of her arousal made him lightheaded. Amber reached down and rubbed her clit.

“I’m so close, Owen! Make me come on that big dick—show my little boyfriend what he can’t do!”

Owen picked up speed, slamming into her. Amber’s cries turned high and desperate, then broke as she came—loud, guttural, shaking. Her pussy clamped down on Owen’s cock, and Tom felt his own little nub twitch uselessly. He hadn’t even made her gasp in two years, and Owen just made her scream.

“Your turn,” Owen said, pulling out. Amber collapsed forward, panting. Owen turned to Tom, his cock slick and still hard. “Clean her up first. Then maybe I’ll finish in her mouth or her pussy. But you don’t get to touch her with that little clit unless she says.”

Amber rolled onto her back, legs spread. Her pussy was red, open, glistening. She crooked a finger at Tom. “Crawl over here, cuck. Lick me clean. Taste what a real cock did to me.”

Tom dropped to his knees and crawled. He pressed his mouth to her soaked pussy, licking Owen’s pre-cum and her juices. Amber fisted his hair and ground against his face.

“That’s it. Use that tongue—it’s the only useful part of you. Your little dick is a joke, but your mouth can still serve. Don’t stop.”

Tom lapped at her, tasting her climax and the salt of Owen’s cock. He was harder than he’d ever been, his tiny erection rubbing against the floor. Amber laughed down at him.

“Look at you humping the rug like a dog. Is your little nub trying to get off? It’s adorable. Like a baby’s finger.”

Owen stepped behind Tom. “Enough. I’m gonna fill her pussy again. Then you can clean that too, little man.”

Owen pushed Amber’s legs up and drove back inside. Tom sat back on his heels, two fingers working his tiny shaft. He watched as Owen fucked her hard, grunting, his heavy balls swinging. Amber cried out with every thrust.

“Yes, yes! Fill me! Give my cuck a real load to clean up!”

Owen’s pace became brutal. He grabbed Amber’s throat—gentle but firm—and pounded her into the mattress. Tom’s little dick leaked a thin string of pre-cum. He felt like he might pass out from humiliation and arousal.

“I’m gonna come,” Owen growled. “Beg for it, Tom. Beg me to fill your girlfriend’s pussy with cum you could never give her.”

“Please,” Tom whimpered. “Please, Owen. Come inside her. Give her your cum. My little dick can’t even make a drop. Please use her pussy and fill it.”

Owen roared and slammed deep, his whole body tensing. Tom watched his heavy balls tighten. Amber screamed as Owen came, hot and thick, flooding her. Tom nearly came too, but he held back, knowing Amber hadn’t given permission.

Owen pulled out slowly. Thick white cum oozed from Amber’s stretched pussy. She looked at Tom and smiled, dark and satisfied.

“Clean it up, cuck. Lick every drop out of my pussy. Then swallow it like a good little boy.”

Tom crawled between her thighs. He pressed his mouth to her cum-filled hole and sucked, licking Owen’s seed from inside her. It was hot, salty, thick. Amber moaned and pushed his face deeper.

“That’s right. Eat his cum out of me. Your tiny clit is worthless, but this—this is your purpose. A little-dicked cuck who cleans up after real men.”

Tom swallowed, licking until Amber was clean. Then she made him suck Owen’s cock clean too—licking her own juices and the last of Owen’s cum from that massive shaft. Owen patted his head.

“Good little cuck. Maybe next time I’ll let you watch me take her ass.”

Tom’s tiny cock twitched. He looked up at Amber, eyes pleading. She smiled.

“Maybe. If you’re a good boy and remember your place.” She nudged his little erection with her toe. “Now look at this. Did you almost come from being humiliated? You can finish yourself off on the floor while we watch. Make yourself come with those two little fingers. Show us how a tiny-dick loser gets off.”

Tom knelt on the rug, two fingers wrapped around his minuscule shaft. Amber and Owen watched, bored and amused, as he jerked his little nub frantically. The humiliation was too much. Within seconds, a pitiful spurt of thin cum dribbled onto the carpet—nothing like Owen’s thick load.

Amber laughed. “That’s it? That’s all you’ve got? Pathetic.” She turned to Owen and kissed him deeply. “Thank you for fucking me like a real man.”

Tom stayed on the floor, cock soft and spent, watching his girlfriend kiss the man who had just filled her pussy. He had never been more humiliated—or more grateful. This was exactly what his little dick deserved.

Tom’s breath still came in ragged gasps, the thin smear of his own cum already drying on the rug. Amber nudged his spent little nub with her toe again, watching it twitch and shrink.

“Look at that, Owen. It’s even smaller now. Like a scared pink worm.”

Owen chuckled, his massive cock still half-hard and glistening with Amber’s juices. “I’ve seen bigger clits on a chubby girl, bro. Does it even have a pulse?”

Tom’s face burned, but he nodded. This was what he had asked for—what he needed. Amber saw the desperate little shine in his eyes and smirked.

“Good cuck. You came too fast, though. That’s all you ever do with that baby nub. But we’re not finished. I want Owen in my ass next.”

She reached down, grabbed a fistful of Tom’s hair, and hauled him closer to the edge of the bed. “You’re going to sit right here and watch. No touching yourself unless I say. Not that your little clit could get hard again, anyway.”

Tom knelt where she placed him. His flaccid stump lay pitifully against his thigh, no bigger than the last joint of his thumb. Amber climbed onto the bed on all fours, arching her back and spreading her knees. Owen knelt behind her, his heavy cock already fattening back to full mast.

“Tom,” Amber purred, “come hold my cheeks open for Owen. Show him the hole your tiny dick could never even dream of stretching.”

Tom lifted his shaking hands and placed them on Amber’s ass, spreading the firm cheeks wide. Her tight, puckered hole flexed. Owen squeezed a thick ribbon of lube over it and worked two thick fingers inside without waiting. Amber gasped and pushed back.

“Oh fuck, Owen. Your fingers are thicker than Tom’s whole cock. He could never open me up like this.”

Tom’s useless nub gave a weak twitch. Amber laughed over her shoulder.

“You see that, cuck? Your little thing can’t even get hard for my ass. It knows its place.”

Owen pulled his fingers out and slapped his heavy cock against Amber’s asshole, the wet smack loud in the room. Tom swallowed. Owen’s cockhead alone looked bigger than Tom’s entire flaccid length.

“Beg for it, Tom,” Owen growled. “Beg me to fuck your girlfriend’s ass while you hold her open.”

Tom’s voice cracked. “Please, Owen. Please fuck her ass. My little dick can’t satisfy her anywhere. She needs a real cock. Please use her ass.”

Amber moaned. “Good boy. Now hold me open. And don’t you dare look away.”

Owen pressed the thick crown against Amber’s tight hole and pushed. Amber cried out, her back bowing, her fingers clawing the sheets. Tom watched, inches away, as Owen’s massive shaft sank into her ass, stretching her wide. The tight ring of muscle gripped him.

“Oh my God,” Amber panted. “That’s so fucking deep. Tom, you could never, ever fill me like this. Your little needle would just slip right out.”

Owen began to thrust, slow and deliberate at first, then harder. The bed slammed against the wall. Amber’s moans turned into sharp, filthy grunts. Tom’s face was so close he could smell the lube and Amber’s sweat. His tiny nub leaked a single thin drop of pre-cum, but it still couldn’t rise.

“Look at your little cuck,” Owen grunted, reaching around to grab Amber’s hair. “He’s drooling over my cock wrecking your ass, and his tiny dick is just lying there like a dead slug.”

Amber laughed breathlessly. “That’s because he knows he’s not a real man. Tell him, Tom. Tell us what you are.”

Tom’s voice came out high and desperate. “I’m a pathetic, tiny-dicked cuck. My clit is useless. Owen’s cock is what Amber needs. Please keep fucking her ass.”

Owen slammed harder, his heavy balls slapping against Amber’s pussy. Tom’s own little nub twitched again, leaking a thin, clear string down his thigh. Amber looked back at him, eyes glazed with pleasure.

“You can’t even get hard from this, can you? That little thing is just a wet noodle. Pathetic.”

Tom shook his head, humiliated. “No, I can’t. It’s too small.”

Owen laughed, pounding Amber’s ass with deep, wet strokes. “Let’s give him something to clean up then. I’m gonna fill your ass, Amber.”

Amber cried out, pushing back. “Yes! Fill my ass, Owen! Give my little-dicked boyfriend something to lick clean!”

Tom watched, mouth dry, as Owen’s thrusts turned brutal and uneven. With a guttural roar, Owen slammed deep and held himself there, his thick cock pulsing. Tom saw Owen’s heavy balls tighten, and then the first thick wave of cum flooded Amber’s ass.

Amber screamed, her body shaking. “Yes! Oh fuck, yes!”

Owen pulled out slowly. His thick shaft glistened, and a creamy glob of cum oozed from Amber’s gaping asshole. She looked back at Tom, her face flushed and triumphant.

“Clean it, cuck. Lick Owen’s cum out of my ass. Now.”

Tom crawled forward on his knees, his little nub swinging uselessly. He pressed his mouth to Amber’s used hole and lapped at the hot, thick seed. The taste was sharp and salty. Amber moaned and pushed her ass back against his face.

“That’s it. Use that tongue. It’s the only part of you that works.”

Tom licked deeper, swallowing Owen’s cum as it leaked from her. He cleaned her thoroughly, dragging his tongue over her stretched rim until Amber sighed and pulled away.

“Now my pussy,” she said, rolling onto her back. “Owen already filled it earlier, but I want you to make me come with your mouth. Show me you’re good for something.”

Tom lowered his face between her thighs. Her pussy was still wet, red, and swollen from Owen’s cock. He sealed his mouth over her clit and sucked, licking in tight circles the way he knew she liked—the only way he had ever made her feel anything.

Amber fisted his hair and ground against his face. “Yes, just like that. Your little cock could never do this, but your tongue… oh fuck… don’t stop.”

Tom worked her clit with desperate skill. Owen sat on the edge of the bed, watching, lazily stroking his softening cock. Amber’s thighs clamped around Tom’s head as her climax built.

“I’m close—oh God, Tom, make me come, you worthless little cunt.”

Tom licked faster, sucking her clit between his lips. Amber cried out, her back arching off the bed, and she came hard against his mouth, her juices flooding his chin. He kept licking until she pushed his head away.

Amber panted, looking down at him. “Good little cuck. Maybe there’s one use for you after all.”

Owen stood and pulled up his sweatpants. “Next time, I’ll bring a cock cage for that little thing,” he said, nodding at Tom’s limp nub. “Keep it locked up so it can’t leak all over your floor.”

Amber laughed and kissed Owen deeply. “That’s a great idea. Tom, you’d like that, wouldn’t you? A little cage for your little clit.”

Tom nodded, his voice hoarse. “Yes. Please.”

Amber smiled, dark and satisfied. “Then it’s settled. Now sleep on the floor while Owen and I take the bed. And don’t touch yourself—not that there’s much to touch.”

Tom curled up on the rug, naked and shivering, his tiny spent cock still leaking a thin thread of cum. Above him, the bed creaked as Amber snuggled against Owen’s massive body. Tom closed his eyes, his face still smeared with their juices, and smiled. This was exactly what his little dick deserved.

Tom woke to the soft creak of the mattress above him. Pale morning light seeped through the curtains, and his first awareness was the cold ache in his knees from sleeping on the bare floor. The second was the smell—Amber’s sweat, Owen’s musk, and the stale, salty residue of their mixed fluids still dried on Tom’s face and chest.

He shifted, wincing as his bare skin peeled off the rug. Between his legs, his little dick had stiffened in his sleep, rising to its full, pathetic height—barely the length of a wine cork’s widest part, and not much thicker. It jutted upward, twitching, leaking a pointless bead of clear fluid.

Amber was awake, lying on her side with one leg hooked over Owen’s hip. She saw Tom stir and gave a lazy, cruel smile.

“Well, look at that. Morning did its best, and your little clit still couldn’t even reach two inches.”

Owen rumbled awake beside her, his huge body stretching, the sheet sliding down to reveal his own morning erection. It lay thick and heavy against his belly, fully engorged, veins pulsing, the dark head glistening. Even soft, it would have shamed Tom; hard, it made Tom’s little hard-on look like a child’s joke.

Owen glanced over the side of the bed and snorted. “Jesus. That thing’s doing its morning salute, and it’s still smaller than my thumb when I’m cold.” He reached down and gave his own massive cock a lazy stroke, the foreskin rolling back. “This is what a real man wakes up with. That?” He nodded at Tom’s tiny erection. “That’s a clit with an attitude.”

 

 

Tom’s cheeks flushed, but he couldn’t look away. Amber propped herself up and pointed at Tom’s small, rigid length.

“Sit up,” she said. “Let me see it in the light. I want to compare you two side by side now that the sun’s out. No shadows to hide behind.”

Tom scrambled to his knees, back straight, his tiny cock pointing forward like a broken pushpin. He was so hard it ached, but that only made the humiliation sharpen.

Owen swung his legs off the bed and stood. His cock bounced heavily, slapping against his thigh. He stepped over to where Tom knelt. The difference was obscene. Owen’s semi-hard length hung down past his balls; Tom’s fully erect nub rose to the same height as Owen’s big toe.

“Put them together,” Amber said, voice bright with amusement. “Tom, hold your little thing up. Owen, rest yours on his.”

Owen grinned and stepped closer. Tom’s hand trembled as he lifted his tiny erection between two fingers, presenting it. Owen let his heavy cock flop down onto Tom’s smaller one, smothering it completely. The weight alone made Tom gasp. His own little length vanished beneath Owen’s thick shaft, only the pink head peeking out.

“I can’t even see yours,” Amber laughed. “It’s like Owen is resting his cock on a twig. Say it, Tom. Say your hard little dick disappears under Owen’s cock.”

Tom’s voice was strained. “My hard little dick disappears under Owen’s cock.”

“Because?” Amber prompted.

“Because his cock is a real man’s cock, and mine is just a tiny clit.”

Owen lifted his cock away, and Tom’s little erection sprang back, red and quivering. A long string of pre-cum stretched from his slit to Owen’s shaft, then snapped, dripping onto Tom’s knee.

“He’s leaking already,” Owen said. “Pathetic.”

Amber crawled to the edge of the bed and looked down at Tom. “You came twice last night from your little nub, didn’t you? On the floor and in some tissues? I think you’ve had enough. Today, you don’t get to cum at all. But you’re going to watch Owen use every hole I have. And you’re going to thank him for letting you see it.”

Tom swallowed, his tiny cock bobbing. “Yes, Amber.”

She turned to Owen and climbed onto his lap. His huge hands gripped her hips, and she kissed him deeply, tongue sliding into his mouth. Tom stayed on his knees, watching as Owen’s thick fingers spread her pussy lips from behind, the wet click audible.

“Tom,” Amber said without looking back, “come lie on the floor under us. I want you looking up at Owen’s cock sliding into me. You can touch your little clit, but you’re not allowed to make it cum. If you do, I’ll make you lick the floor clean.”

Tom obeyed eagerly, crawling onto his back and sliding beneath the bed. The space was tight, but he fit with his head between Owen’s ankles. Above him, Amber arched her back, and Owen lifted her by the hips, positioning his heavy cock at her wet entrance.

“This is what your girlfriend’s cunt feels like first thing in the morning, Tom,” Owen grunted. “Tight and hot around a real cock.”

He drove up into her. Amber cried out, her whole body tensing as Owen’s thick shaft sank deep. Tom had the perfect view from below—Owen’s heavy balls swinging, the base of his cock disappearing into Amber’s stretched pussy, and Amber’s slick folds gripping him like a fist.

“Oh fuck,” Amber moaned. “He’s so big, Tom. So deep. Your little thing never even touched the back of my cunt. Owen’s head is already kissing my cervix.”

Tom’s tiny prick twitched violently, drooling onto his belly. He reached down and pinched the tiny head with two fingers, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. It felt ridiculously small, even in his own hand.

Owen began to pump, slow and powerful, each thrust lifting Amber’s body. Her tits bounced. Her moans turned into guttural grunts. Tom could see the sheen of her juices coating Owen’s shaft, making it glisten. A drop fell onto Tom’s face.

“Taste it,” Amber rasped. “That’s from Owen stretching my pussy. Lick it.”

Tom’s tongue darted out, catching the drop on his upper lip. It was sharp and sweet and musky. His little cock jumped, leaking more.

Owen picked up speed, the bed slamming against the wall. The headboard knocked against the plaster. Amber’s pussy squelched audibly, and Tom could see her clit swollen and red as Owen’s thick shaft pistoned in and out. He wanted to touch it, but he didn’t dare.

“Tell him,” Owen grunted, reaching down to wrap a massive hand around Amber’s throat. “Tell the little cuck what he is.”

Amber looked down through her spread thighs at Tom’s flushed face. “You’re a tiny-dicked little cuckold. Your cock is a clit. You’ll never feel a pussy from the inside because you’re too small to reach anything. You’re only good for watching and licking. Say it.”

“I’m a tiny-dicked cuckold,” Tom whispered, stroking his little nub with one fingertip. “My cock is a clit. I’m only good for watching and licking.”

“And?” Owen said, slamming deep.

“And I love it,” Tom admitted, his voice cracking. “I love being smaller than you. I love that my girlfriend needs your big cock. Please don’t stop.”

Owen laughed, a dark rumbling sound. “Then you’re going to make yourself useful. When I pull out, you’re going to suck my balls while Amber jerks me off. Then I’m going to cum on your face. Do you want that?”

Tom’s little prick throbbed, dribbling a thin thread of clear fluid. “Yes. Please. Cum on my face, Owen. I’ll lick your balls. I’ll do anything.”

Owen pulled out of Amber with a wet pop. She turned and pushed Tom out from under the bed. He scrambled up onto his knees, chest heaving. Owen stood before him, his massive cock slick with Amber’s juices, red and angry. The smell of her cunt was thick on him.

“Open your mouth,” Owen ordered.

Tom opened wide. Owen grabbed his jaw and pushed his heavy balls against Tom’s lips. They were huge, hairy, coated with sweat and Amber’s wetness. Tom closed his lips around one and sucked gently, then laved the other with his tongue. He worked Owen’s balls while Amber knelt beside them, her hand wrapping around Owen’s thick shaft. Her fingers couldn’t even close around it.

“Look at him,” Amber said, stroking Owen’s cock slowly, smearing her own juices. “He’s got his mouth full of your balls, and his little clit is dripping all over the floor. He can’t even cum from this. He has to beg for permission.”

Tom made a muffled sound of agreement. His tiny erection was so hard it hurt, the head purple and smooth. He was so close, just from the humiliation, but he forced himself to hold back. He didn’t want to ruin this.

Amber pumped Owen faster, twisting her wrist on the downstroke. Owen’s breathing grew heavy. He pulled his balls from Tom’s mouth and shoved two thick fingers past Tom’s lips, making him suck them. Then he grabbed his own cock and aimed the wet, flared head at Tom’s face.

“Keep your eyes open,” Owen growled. “I want you to see it coming.”

Tom nodded, mouth still full of Owen’s fingers. He stared up at the huge cockhead, the slit flaring. Amber used both hands now, jerking him hard and fast. Owen’s thighs tensed. His balls drew up.

“Here it comes,” Amber panted. “Cum on his little cuck face, Owen. Mark him.”

Owen let out a deep grunt, and the first thick rope of cum shot across Tom’s left cheek and over his eye. The second landed across his open mouth and nose. More followed, hot and heavy, coating his forehead, dripping down his chin. Tom kept his eyes open as instructed, blinking through the sticky mess. The taste was sharp and salty and utterly degrading.

When Owen finished, his cock gave a final pulse and a smaller dribble of cum dripped onto Tom’s tongue. Tom swallowed automatically. Amber laughed.

“Good little cunt cleaner. Now, let’s see if you can manage not to cum from that.” She looked down at Tom’s little prick. It was still hard, but the head had gone from purple to bright red, and a thin clear droplet hung from the tip. “Don’t you dare. Not yet.”

Tom whimpered, his whole body shaking. The cum on his face began to cool, pulling his skin tight. He didn’t move to wipe it off.

Owen stepped back and stretched, then sat on the edge of the bed. “Now go get a warm washcloth,” he said to Tom. “Clean yourself up enough that you’re not dripping on the floor, then clean Amber’s pussy out with your tongue. I want you to eat every drop of the pre-cum I left in her. Then we’ll decide if you’re allowed to cum today.”

Tom scrambled to his feet, his tiny cock bobbing, and went to the bathroom. He returned with a damp cloth, wiped the worst of the cum from his face, then knelt between Amber’s spread thighs. Her pussy was still open and flushed from Owen’s cock, her inner lips glistening. Tom leaned in and sealed his mouth over her, sucking softly.

Amber’s fingers twisted in his hair. “That’s it. Taste Owen on me. Your little tongue is the only thing about you that satisfies anyone. Make me cum again, and maybe—maybe—I’ll let your clit drool on the floor while Owen takes my ass one more time.”

Tom moaned against her pussy and lapped deeper, focusing every ounce of his attention on her swollen clit. His own tiny erection strained uselessly between his legs, ignored exactly where it belonged.

Amber’s thighs clamped around Tom’s ears as the first orgasm hit her. Her cunt fluttered against his open mouth, spilling hot, thin arousal over his tongue. He lapped greedily, sucking her swollen clit between his lips, working the taste of Owen’s pre-cum out of her folds. Above him, she moaned Owen’s name, not his.

“Don’t stop,” she gasped, grinding down onto Tom’s face. “Eat it all, you little cuck. Clean his leak out of me.”

Tom whined against her pussy, his tiny cock bobbing untouched between his legs. A thread of pre-cum stretched from his slit to the floor. His balls ached, tight and heavy, but he didn’t dare bring himself off. He just dug his fingers into Amber’s thighs and buried his tongue deeper, spearing up into her heat. She came twice more, sharp and mean, before she shoved his head away.

“Enough,” she said, chest heaving. “You’ve had your treat.”

Tom sat back, mouth and chin shining with her slick. His little hard-on stood up from his lap like a child’s pencil, purple at the tip and visibly twitching. Amber looked at it and laughed.

“Still trying to be a cock. That’s adorable.” She turned to Owen, who was leaning back against the headboard, lazily stroking his thick seven inches. “Owen, do you want his tongue on your balls again while you take my ass? Or should I make him watch from the corner?”

Owen smirked. “No. I want him right under us. He can lick my balls and my taint while I split your ass open. I want him to feel every stroke from underneath.” He locked eyes with Tom. “You don’t get to cum. You don’t get to touch that little clit with more than two fingers. If you leak on the floor, you lick it up after. Understood?”

Tom nodded fast, breath shallow. “Yes, Owen. I understand.”

Owen rolled off the bed and stood, his cock bobbing thick and heavy. He grabbed Amber by the hips and flipped her onto all fours. The position pushed her chest down, back arched deep, ass up high. Tom could see every part of her—her pussy still open and wet, her asshole tight and pink. Owen slapped her right ass cheek hard enough to leave a red print.

“Look at that hole,” Owen said to Tom. “Have you ever been inside it?”

Tom swallowed. “No. I’m too small. I’d slip right out.”

“Damn right you would.” Owen dragged the thick head of his cock through Amber’s wet pussy, then up over her taint to her asshole. He pressed the slick crown against the tight muscle, not pushing in yet. “Your girlfriend’s ass is about to swallow a real cock. The only thing your tiny prick will ever do to this hole is drip on it.”

Amber moaned and pushed back, but Owen held her steady. “Not yet. The little cuck isn’t in position.”

He snapped his fingers at Tom. “Get on your back. Slide under me. Head between my legs. You’re going to suck my balls while I pop her ass.”

Tom scrambled under Owen’s legs, his slim body flat on the floor. Above him, Owen’s heavy sack hung within reach. Tom opened his mouth and took one of Owen’s balls inside, sucking gently. He used careful fingers to roll the other in their loose skin, worshiping them. He could smell them already—sweat, musk, and the tang of Amber’s pussy. His own little prick twitched against his belly, drooling a thin strand of clear precum.

Owen braced one hand on Amber’s hip, the other pressing his cockhead to her asshole. He pushed. The mushroom head caught on her rim, then popped past with a wet, sucking sound. Amber screamed into the mattress, her fingers twisting in the sheets.

“Fuck, that’s tight,” Owen grunted. “Your mouth is good, Tom, but this ass is better. Your girlfriend’s back hole is gripping me like a wet fist.”

He pushed deeper, inch by inch, until his entire shaft was buried in her. From below, Tom could see the base of Owen’s cock, the thick root splitting Amber’s ass open. He could see the dark curve of Owen’s balls drawn up tight against his taint. He licked there—flat tongue dragging from Owen’s balls to his hairy taint—and Owen shivered.

“That’s it. Lick my ass while I fuck her.” Owen started to move, long and slow at first. His thick cock pulled almost all the way out, exposing the veined, slick shaft, then slammed back in. Amber grunted with each thrust, her ass jiggling from the impact. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room.

Tom’s own tiny erection leaked continuously now, a thin clear line running from his slit down to his navel. He didn’t stroke it. He couldn’t. Not if he wanted to obey. Instead he opened wider and licked at Owen’s balls, then let the thick head of Owen’s cock slide against his jaw on the downstroke. At one point, Owen lifted his hips high, and Tom was able to run his tongue over the part of Owen’s shaft that wasn’t buried in Amber’s ass.

“He’s licking my cock,” Owen said, voice breaking with pleasure. “Your little cuck is so hungry for a real man’s cock he’s licking it while I fuck your ass.”

“Make him thank you,” Amber panted, looking back over her shoulder. Her mascara was smeared. “Tom, tell Owen thank you for letting you taste his cock.”

Tom slurred around Owen’s balls. “Thank you, Owen. Thank you for letting me taste your cock while you stretch Amber’s ass.”

Owen laughed and picked up his rhythm. He fucked Amber harder, the bed frame slamming against the wall. Amber’s tits swung wildly. Her asshole made obscene wet sounds each time Owen sank to the root. Tom could hear her moans turning into screams.

Then Owen stopped, buried to the hilt, and groaned. “Get ready, cuck. I’m going to fill her ass. I want you to watch it drip out when I pull out. And you’re going to eat every drop.”

Tom’s little clit gave a violent jump. Pre-cum pooled in the dip of his hip. He pressed his lips to Owen’s taint and moaned.

Owen pulled back and slammed forward twice more, then let out a low, guttural growl. His whole body shuddered. Tom looked up in time to see Owen’s cock pulse inside Amber’s ass, his balls twitching as he emptied thick ropes of cum into her. It went on and on. Tom could hear the wet squelch as more cum filled her.

When Owen finally pulled out, a long, thick strand of white hung from his cockhead to her gaping asshole. Then her hole gaped open, and a white flood of Owen’s cum spilled out of her, running down over her pussy.

“Eat it,” Owen commanded. “Now.”

Tom scrambled out from under Owen and knelt behind Amber. She was still on all fours, trembling, her asshole open and leaking. He leaned in and sealed his mouth over her used hole, sucking the warm, salty cum from inside her. He swallowed it down, again and again. His tongue rimmed her loose opening, cleaning every trace. The taste was thick and sharp and utterly degrading. His little cock quivered, untouched, leaking a clear stream onto the floor beneath him.

“He’s going to cum from eating my ass,” Amber slurred. “Look at his little clit.”

Owen grabbed Tom by the hair and yanked his head back. “Did I say you could cum?”

Tom shook his head, mouth open, cum still smeared on his lips. “No, Owen. I didn’t cum.”

“Close, though.” Owen glanced at Tom’s tiny prick. The head had gone deep red. A small, steady drip of pre-cum hung from the slit. “You’re about to blow. And that’s the last time you’ll ever get close without permission.”

Amber crawled to the edge of the bed and pulled a small black box from the drawer. She opened it and held up a tiny metal cage. It was barely larger than a thimble, narrow and discreet, with a small padlock.

“I bought this for you,” she said, smiling. “After last night, I knew exactly what you needed. This will fit your little clit perfectly. Maybe even too big.”

Tom stared at the cage. His cock twitched harder, leaking. “Amber, please…”

“Don’t beg,” she said. “You’re past begging.” She slid off the bed and knelt in front of him. Owen held Tom’s shoulders while Amber took Tom’s tiny erection between her thumb and forefinger. She held it up to the cage to show the difference. Even soft, the cage was snug.

“Look at that,” Owen said. “It’s smaller than the cage once it’s on. A jail for a clit.”

Amber pushed Tom’s little shaft inside the metal tube. It was tight, squeezing him. She guided his balls through the ring at the base, then clicked the cage shut. The padlock snapped with a tiny click. She held up the key on a thin chain around her neck.

Tom’s entire body shuddered. His caged prick tried to swell, but the metal prevented it from getting hard. It only leaked, a clear drop sliding out through the slot at the tip.

“How does it feel?” Amber asked, caressing his inner thigh.

“It hurts,” Tom whispered. “But I don’t want it off.”

“Of course you don’t.” Amber stood and looked at Owen. “He’s ours now. Locked, denied, and leaking. He’ll clean us, watch us, and thank us for every second of it.” She ran a hand over Owen’s heavy, still-hard cock. “Maybe one day, if you’re very good, I’ll unlock you and let you ruin your little orgasm into a tissue while Owen fucks my throat. But from now on, your clit belongs to me. Not you.”

Owen stepped forward and wiped a smear of his cum from Amber’s inner thigh. He held his fingers out to Tom. “Clean these. Then lie down on the floor beside the bed. You can listen to us go again. Maybe you’ll fall asleep to the sound of your girlfriend moaning my name.”

Tom took Owen’s fingers into his mouth and sucked them clean. The lock on his cage clicked softly as he moved. Then he lay down on the cold floor, his caged clit pressed against the wood, leaking a small wet patch beneath him.

Amber climbed onto the bed and straddled Owen’s lap. She lowered herself onto his thick cock and sighed. “Goodnight, Tom,” she said, not looking at him.

“Goodnight, Amber,” Tom whispered. “Goodnight, Owen. Thank you.”

Owen took all of his cock again, and Amber moaned.

Locked, tiny, and exactly where he belonged, Tom closed his eyes and listened.

 

The End.

 

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