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It would not be a lie at all if Ibara Saegusa said he was satisfied with his body. Standing at the national average, he was rarely the tallest person in the room. Except his sturdy build, and, perhaps more importantly, his grandiose personality meant that he took up space. And he took it up with pride.
It would not be a lie if Ibara said he was proud of what he saw when he looked in the mirror. Of course, that was because strategic omission could hardly be called lying.
Standing alone in the singular bedroom of his flat, he stared into the full-length mirror. His eyes darted across the reflection of his clothed body, but his mind was elsewhere.
I know it’s hard to believe, but I swear I’m not making fun of you!
A lingering embarrassment settled on Ibara's face as he recalled Yuzuru's words.
I think it’s perfect that it’s so small.
Bullshit, Ibara had wanted to say, but the unmistakable lust in Yuzuru's eyes proved his sincerity.
Unlike the size of his dick, Ibara's body count was nothing to be laughed at. It wasn't like anyone had ever laughed at his size either, but certainly no one had ever been so... enthusiastic about it. It was below average. It was nothing impressive. So Ibara had learned to impress his partners with other things.
With these thoughts on his mind, Ibara undressed. The familiar sight of his battle scars welcomed him like an old friend he wanted to punch. It wasn't about them though. Tonight was about acquainting with something Ibara was quite unfamiliar with.
He moved to his bed and made himself comfortable. He had everything he needed from lube to his favourite dildo, and most importantly, his laptop. Ignoring the toy for now, he pulled the laptop closer and started to type into the black search bar on his screen:
Small...
The list of recommendations popped up immediately, and at the top: ‘SPH (small penis humiliation)’.
Ibara knit his eyebrows as he hit enter, surprised that it was popular enough to have an acronym. All sorts of thumbnails filled his screen, from grainy bedroom shots to clearly well-kept studios. Overwhelmed with options, he played with the search filters until he settled on a professional-looking independent movie:
‘Mean teacher punishes sissy slut's tiny dick and fucks him in the ass until he cries (FULL HD)’
Before Ibara could dwell on why that specific string of words had called to him, he was struck by the actress on the screen: A tall frame contrasting a round face, a black pixie cut, and most importantly, oval glasses framing a piercing pink gaze.
Ibara felt his heartbeat quicken as she moved towards her co-actor with a ruler in hand.
“I heard you were fudging your measurements...”
“No, ma'am.”
“No? Then tell me why it says five inches on your profile.”
The actress smacked the flaccid dick in front of her with the ruler, and Ibara felt his own twitch in response. He pulled his foreskin back, lazily stroking his dick while trying not to think too much about the absurdity of the dialogue.
“Read what it says.” She was holding the ruler against his dick now.
“Four inches.”
“Look closer!”
“T-three and a half inches...”
Ibara could see the man squirming. If he were being honest, it didn't exactly look like he was into this. But then again, Ibara thought to himself, he probably didn't look too enthusiastic while Yuzuru was tormenting him in that dance studio either. Yet, simply recalling what Yuzuru did to him was enough to make blood rush to his dick.
“Tch. Pathetic.”
A soft moan escaped Ibara's parted lips.
“Say it. Say that you're pathetic.”
“I'm pathetic.”
As soon as those words left Ibara's mouth, his free hand flew to cover it. As if that would take it back. As if that would calm his heart drumming in his chest. Eyes wide, Ibara paused the video.
Pathetic...
“Pathetic.” He repeated in the silence of his bedroom.
No matter how much he would have preferred to, Ibara couldn't lie to himself; his body was into this. Yet it made no sense to his mind. He hated being mocked. He hated the feeling of humiliation.
“So pathetically small...”
Then why did those words make him throb?
With that question at the back of his mind, Ibara resumed the video and pushed the laptop farther away.
“Why would anyone let you fuck them with that tiny dick?”
The actress was mercilessly fingering her sub now. Following her example, Ibara reached towards the bottle sitting on his bed and poured some lube into his palm. Coating his fingers, he started prodding his entrance.
“They wouldn't, ma'am.”
“Correct. They wouldn't even be able to feel you.”
The actor and Ibara moaned in unison. Ibara had never had any interest in topping his partners, but the prospect of not being allowed to do it was enough to spark a desire in his heart.
“So there's no point in letting it hang free, is there?”
“No, please, you just let me out!”
Ibara's hand slowed down, his mind struggling to grasp what was unfolding. It wasn't long before the camera was focusing on a small contraption: A metal disc with a few holes, resembling the cap of a salt shaker, connected to a slightly wider ring through a narrow hinge. Ibara watched in morbid curiosity as the actress's manicured fingers put the ring on the man's dick and pulled his taut balls through it. He wasn’t sure what he was looking at, but the actor’s whines were somehow selling him on the strange device.
The actress was giggling now. It was the kind of sadistic giggle Ibara had only heard from Yuzuru before. He kept fingering himself as the scene played out.
“Look at you squirming. You know you belong in a cage.”
A shiver ran down Ibara's spine.
“Say you deserve this. Beg for it.”
The disdain in her voice was hypnotising. Ibara found himself obeying without a second thought:
“Please, I deserve it.”
Only after those words left his dried lips did Ibara see what it was that he had just begged for. With wide eyes, he watched as the manicured fingers held the disc against the man’s slit and started pushing down on his erection, forcing it to collapse into the ring at the base of his balls. Much to Ibara’s horror, the man’s dick had vanished behind the two pieces of metal in no time. The actress’s free hand brought a small key into the frame. Despite what seemed like nothing short of torture to Ibara’s eyes, the actor moaned as the cage on his cock was locked in place.
Another sadistic giggle reached Ibara's ears, going straight to his leaking dick.
“Now that your pathetic excuse for a dick is out of the way, you're ready to be my hole.”
She bunched up the pencil skirt she was wearing to reveal a strapon. Excited to finally see something familiar, Ibara reached for the dildo sitting next to him. As he lubed the toy, he recalled the few times he had been pegged. Part of him preferred that to flesh. Perhaps it was the fact that its wearer couldn't feel it, but it always made Ibara feel like they were more focused on him.
Comfortably loose now, he held the toy against his hole and waited for the actors on the screen to do the same.
“Look at how loose you are, you whore.”
Ibara moaned as he slowly pushed the toy inside, resisting the urge to touch his throbbing dick. The actress pulled out, and so did he. She rammed back in and, without hesitation, Ibara impaled himself on the toy.
His needy moans filled the room as he fucked himself in sync with the video.
Soon, the actress's sadistic laughter joined him. Ibara watched with envy as she played with her sub's taut balls, digging her painted nails into the flushed skin before slapping them with so much force that Ibara could swear he felt it across the screen. To feel at least a portion of that ecstasy, he ran his short nails across his thigh, scratching the scarred skin.
“Fuck, yes...” He exhaled, voice trembling in mild pain.
The video that got him to this point was nothing more than background noise now, barely audible behind his wanton moans. Ibara rolled his hips to get his toy to hit his most sensitive parts. His free hand was still avoiding his neglected cock, pretending that he was also wearing a chastity cage. He didn’t question why. Instead, he focused on his hand roaming his abdomen. He dug his nails into the feverish skin, occasionally scratching, and finally made it to his pecs.
The memories of the dance studio surfaced in his mind again. Yuzuru's dainty fingers torturing his nipples with brutish force... Ibara closed his eyes and tried to remember his exact movements, his hand copying the mental image. He held one of his rosy buds between his fingertips, allowing himself a moment of anticipation before twisting it just as fiercely as Yuzuru had.
“Aahn~ Yess~” Ibara hissed as his back instinctively arched into the stinging pleasure.
His mind was back in his bedroom now, but his imagination had brought Yuzuru from his memories into his fantasies. He brought his fingers into his mouth, wetting a couple, and returned to playing with his nipples. In his imagination, Yuzuru started licking that same nipple. His mind’s eye moved between his legs to find the toy that was sending waves of pleasure through his body. Except it was now attached to Yuzuru’s hips with a thick black strap.
Ibara could feel his orgasm rapidly approaching. He started ramming the toy harder into his needy hole.
“Please...” He murmured into the silence of his room. “Can I come?”
He could almost hear Yuzuru’s sadistic chuckle. You may if you beg~
Ibara bit his lip before he could bring himself to voice his plea:
“Please, I’m so close, please let me come... Instructor.”
In his mind, Yuzuru cupped his cheek.
Are you really incapable of restraining yourself? I thought my pupil was more resilient than this...
Ibara heard himself whimper in the distance.
“I don’t– I can’t... I need to come... Please, Instructor, please, I’m so close...”
Ibara felt a couple of teardrops fall down his closed eyes, and in his imagination, Yuzuru licked them off his cheeks. Deep, miserable moans spilt from his lips, growing louder as his hand... No, Yuzuru’s hips kept ramming into his prostate. He was so maddeningly close...
“Please, Yuzuru, please, let me come...”
Ibara’s voice was barely a murmur now, punctuated by a pathetic sob.
Come then, my pupil. Come and let me hear your pitiful moans.
It was those imaginary words that made Ibara open his eyes, coming untouched as his moans ricocheted off the walls of his bedroom.
Yuzuru was smiling so widely upon hearing Ibara’s proposition that it was a genuine challenge for Ibara to keep himself from punching him straight in the mouth.
“Will you stop making that face? You heard me.” Ibara glared at Yuzuru, fighting against his pride to pursue his greed.
Yuzuru brought his hands to his mouth to conceal his grin.
“Oh, I heard you loud and clear.” He reassured Ibara, his mouth hidden behind fingers itching to give him what he wanted right away.
Although if Yuzuru was being honest, he was struggling to believe his ears. He had never thought it would be Ibara coming to him with such a proposal...
Ibara folded his arms, getting impatient with waiting for Yuzuru’s answer.
“So... Are you into it or..?”
Yuzuru let out that tender exhale, familiar and infuriating. It made Ibara sick to his stomach, but this wasn’t about how he felt right now. He was investing in his future pleasure.
“Ibara...” Yuzuru began with a bittersweet smile.
“I thought you would never ask”