Chastity

Peter licked his lips as he looked at the hot gay sex playing in front of him but quickly he shook his head and slammed the laptop shut. He was supposed to be studying for his big exam, the one that made up the majority of his grade, but every twenty minutes or so his mind would drift and he’d always end up on some porn. Peter had already jerked off three times today but still his cock was a constant distraction and that’s why wisps of green smoke were circling above him.

Peter opened his book and began scribbling down notes, he needed to focus the test had coming up was long and hard, just like that dude’s dick. Peter shook his head as he felt his cock stir again, was he some sort of animal, did he not have self-control? Peter sat up and forced himself to look at what he was reading, every word he studied but still he could feel his cock in his underwear twitching and pulsing. Within five minutes peter found himself rubbing his dick through his pants as he read his notes, he was doing it subconsciously but when he finally realised what he was doing he became angry with himself and made his desires known.

“If only there was a way for my cock not to be a constant distraction” Peter huffed as he wiped his sweaty hand on his underwear, repulsed with himself. However, before the cock sweat had even dried a barrage of green smoke erupted throughout Peter’s room, frightening Peter just stared as the emerald fog swirled before it clung together and then dived downwards straight into Peter’s pants.

Peter yelped as he felt the smoke rush down into his penis, the rapidly shooting smoke causing him both pain and pleasure until all of it had vanished into his cock. At first Peter was scared but then he felt an uneasy feeling in his crotch and frantically he pulled off his jeans and undies until his cock hung free. Nothing appeared to be amiss, but he could feel the strange sensation and suddenly without any warning his cock became rock hard and strained itself as if it wanted to grow even bigger. An overwhelming feeling of arousal and pleasure washed over Peter and his anxiety was pushed to the back of his mind as his lack of self-control made him grab his dick and immediately start jerking off. Peter moaned with ecstasy as he stroked his bulging cock, he had never felt pleasure like it, with every stroke it felt like he was orgasming over and over again, yet the pleasure was still building. Peter even began to drool as the excitement and arousal grew so much that he no longer could focus on anything else. Eventually the pleasure was too much and Peter struggled not to cry as the euphoria peaked and cum spurted out of Peter’s cock. Peter’s eyes rolled to the back of his head and he squeaked with pleasure as he laid on his bed tired from the most orgasmic experience of his life. Normally Peter would have laid down, wallowing in the afterglow of arousal but something wasn’t right, his hands were still jerking off.

Peter raised his head and looked down at his hand still pumping away, the pleasure was still there but it certainly wasn’t as strong. Peter was confused for a number of reasons, normally after cumming it is impossible to continue because of the pain and pleasure but he was still going also why couldn’t he control his hand anymore?! Peter tried to pull his hand away but it was impossible, it was as if it was stuck in the motion of jerking off and couldn’t be stopped. Peter started to panic about his lack of control but quickly his focus was placed elsewhere as he looked at his still hard cock and watched it shrink. Peter frantically sat up and got a closer look at his cock, it was definitely getting smaller, it had not softened and was still erect but its length was getting shorter! Peter also screamed as he watched as he jerked off his dick, the pleasure lessened and so did the size of his cock. He had to stop himself, he had to get his hand away from his dick, he needed help! Yet, no matter how much Peter tried to pry his hand away, his hand remained locked in position jerking off the rapidly shrinking dick. Peter was in tears, not from pleasure but from anguish as he watched himself stroke his cock smaller. His hand eventually becoming too big, peter wailed as his hand switched to just two fingers and the pleasure he felt dulled to nothing but a distant dull ache. When Peter’s grip was finally released he was left with nothing but a tiny, erect nub.

Peter let the tears stream down his face, he didn’t even want to look at what had happened to him but he also couldn’t look away. Curiously Peter reached out his hand, as if to confirm that it was truly his cock that was now nothing but a one inch wonder but before he could even touch his new dicklet or cold shiver ran through his body. Peter groaned and sobbed as he watched as grey metal appeared from the base of his cock and slithered up and around it. With a painful cry, the metal tightened around the already smaller dick and pushed it into a position where it would be forced to get even smaller. Peter cried as he watched a padlock appear at the top and the keyhole disappeared in front of his very eyes confirming the worst for Peter. When the changes finally stopped, Peter grabbed at his cock and winced in pain, there was no way in, no way to break what encase his cock. In a panic Peter dug his finger into the small slit at the front and he burst into tears. Even the smallest of touch or sexual stimulation was gone, all pleasure he had felt from his cock had diminished to nothing. Peter slumped down to a ball on the floor crying at his new tiny, useless, pleasure less, caged cock.  

Never again would Peter be distracted by his dick, because now it was only good for pissing.