I watched as Larry slowly stroked his stocky knob contemplating. “I guess you could repay me with another blowjob.” He pushed my head downward I knew there was no point in resisting. As the tip of his over sized sticky piss-slit touched my tongue I felt my runty maggot dick become instantly erect. I was just about to engulf his full firm fuck stick when-
“Nah on second thought I’ll just get this guy to do it.” Larry pulled away his delicious enormous club and slapped me in the face with it before turning to Greg and grabbing him by the ear. “Come on boy, you’re coming to live with me for a while.” Larry walked out dragging Greg behind him who was leaving a trail of precum behind as he struggled to keep up. I was left on the floor hard, unfulfilled and confused.
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Larry stopped barging into my apartment after that day. In fact I barely saw him at all. Though sometimes when I passed his door I could hear his bed frame squeaking or Greg’s voice moaning or the unmistakable sounds of slurping and gagging. Every time I heard it, my shriveled thimble sized wiener became instantly erect and I had to fight the urge to knock on his door and fall on my knees. I needed help managing my shameful SPH fantasies if my dick was ever going to go back to normal size. I went online and found an orgasm suppression pill had been invented specifically to prevent small-dicks ejaculating from humiliating thoughts. The only downside was it would become less effective the larger one’s penis became and didn’t do anything to actually stop the small-dick’s horniness. It only worked as long as the small-dick actively held back their ejaculate. Some small-dicks even took it just to make their orgasms stronger when they surrendered.
Even with the pills life was becoming difficult with these SPH thoughts. After about a month of living as a small-dick, I peeked into Larry’s apartment window, hoping to catch a glimpse of my book and maybe steal it back. All I saw was Greg running around naked cleaning up while Larry laid back watching the football with his long pudgy cock lazily drooping between his thighs. After a few minutes I saw Larry’s massive penis grow to a full erection. Greg instantly dropped what he was doing, crawled over and started sucking on Larry’s mighty manhood. I felt my piddling nub instantly become hard and felt a pang of envy. It had to be because I wanted to have a monstrous boner and a personal slave right? Not because I wanted to be on my knees servicing that disgusting pig. I pulled myself away worried I might cum in my pants and lose the half inch I had finally grown back.
I decided to look for help online and found a support group for small-dicks. It was called the Society of Humiliation Reduction to Increase Micro-Penis Size or S.H.R.I.M.P.S for short. Strangely even though a local chapter was listed, there were no details on the website aside from a phone number for me to call where I had to jump through several hoops to get any more information. I was told to go into the bathroom of a local cinema and stick my dick through the hole of the last stall. As I pushed my little one inch dick through images of this all being a trap to catch and expose small-dicks filled my head and my tiny wee-wee became instantly hard and dripping at the thought of being exposed and humiliated again. I nearly lost control and exploded when I felt someone fiddling with my undersized nob through the hole. Though it quickly stopped and when I pulled out I saw a strip of paper labeled “S.H.R.I.M.P.S” taped around my short shaft with the time and location of the next meeting on the back.