I shoot up in bed, panting. I tear the covers off myself and see that I’m sitting in a small pool of my precum with my cock still dripping. I shoot a bit of pre when I realize that my little cock shrank to 2 inches hard. I need to take care of this NOW. I get out of bed and run to my bathroom and start furiously pumping my tiny nub. While jacking, I look up to see Leo standing in the bathroom doorway. I am confused at first but then I look into his eyes, they look so conscious, like he knows exactly what’s going on. He looks at me with…lust? I keep pumping my leaking cocklette trying to ignore the dog. I keep furiously rubbing my dick but I can’t cum. “HOW CAN I BE THIS HARD AND HORNY AND NOT CUM?!” I say a little too loud. I am so horny I feel like I could cry but I can’t cum for some reason. I look back up to see Leo still standing there. Was he smirking? I thought to myself. I keep jerking while studying this weird behavior from Leo. He seems like he’s enjoying watching me, but he can’t know what I’m even doing, right? Then I see it, between his legs, his red rocket with the knot is on full display and leaking. I continue to look at his massive (even for his breed), throbbing, yummy-looking cock. I catch myself panting and drooling while ogling his rod. “WHAT THE FUCK!?” I snap out of the trance and slam the door, separating me from Leo. A part of me was worried that I upset him and a tiny bit of me wished I could get a closer look at his delicious meat. “AAHHHH!” I say cutting off that train of thought as quickly as I could. I continue fapping as hard and fast as I can but to no avail. After 10 minutes of pumping and stifling moans, I give up. I look down at my still-drooling tiny stiffy. I’ve never had this issue before, maybe it's because my dick shr- no, it's always been this tiny and cute, then what is wrong with me?!
I sigh and put on my skinny jeans and crop top and head downstairs, the feeling of the fabric rubbing against my cocklett. The house is quiet, everyone must still be asleep. I let Leo out to go do his business, but as soon as I open the door, he bolts to the stable. I’m sure it’s fine, he and Cash get along fine. I make some coffee with extra cream and sugar- how I always like it- and go upstairs to my room. I go onto my usual porn websites to try to get some relief from my still-hard cock- if you could even call it that. That thought sent a shiver down my spine and I doubled my efforts of finding something to cum to. I desperately search for something to help me get off but nothing is hitting the spot, even my go-to’s! I’m so hard and horny but I still can't cum. In pure desperation, the thoughts of Leo’s cock drifted into my mind. I kept thinking about the size, it was so big and that juicy knot was so big, it would fill me up so good. The color of it, bright red and so juicy looking, I needed in me. I bet it smells heavenly, I bet it tastes even better. I begin panting and drooling all over myself. I needed his cock. A third finger slipped into my hole, fuck, I hadn’t even realized that I was fingering myself at all. I must have gotten caught up in the moment but it felt SO GOOD. God, it was so hot.
“WILLIAM ADLER GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!!”
I immediately snap out of my haze. Oh, fuck has Dad been calling me this whole time? I pull my fingers out of my hole and let out a short moan. Shit, I hope I hadn’t been moaning too loudly, I don’t want Daddy to hear me. Wait, Daddy? Whatever, I brush whatever that was to the side as I frantically try to clean up all the pre I had leaked all over myself. Damn, I still hadn’t cum and my tiny dick was still pebble-hard.
“IF YOU AREN’T DOWN HERE IN THE NEXT 5 SECONDS, I SWEAR TO GOD!!”
I begin to panic as I throw on my precum-soaked jeans and shirt. I sprint downstairs to the kitchen where my very angry father was waiting for me.
“WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN I HAVE BEEN SHOUTING FOR YOU!?”
Normally when we fight, I get angry and usually yell back at him, but today I can’t even look him in the eye. Every word is like a knife shooting into me, I shudder as I try to make myself small.
“THE DOG HAS BEEN HOWLING FROM INSIDE THE BARN FOR THE PAST HALF HOUR. He probably locked himself in one of the stalls by accident again and you are out of your mind if you think I’m going out in the rain to help YOUR dumb mutt!”
I feel tears start to well up. I hate it when he gets mad at me. Maybe I can do something to make him not mad anymore. Maybe I can make him happy, really happy. Maybe he’d let me suc-
“HEY! ARE YOU LISTENING!?”
I snap out of it. I am leaking again.
“GO GET YOUR DUMB FUCKING DOG AND GET HIM TO SHUT THE HELL UP. NOW!”
“Yes, sir.”
I put on my cowboy boots and run through the storm out to the stable.