Good Things Come In Small Packages

It was 11:30 on a Saturday night, and I had just taken off the tube and showered, and I was keenly looking forward to my regular night of passion with Kylie. I slipped into bed beside her, and my freed cock responded even to the simple touch of her warm skin against mine. Kylie smiled softly, and slid her hand down to my crotch. My cock rippled as her warm fingers encased it, slowly stroking it into full potency. I gave a soft moan and closed my eyes.

"Mmm..." Kylie hummed, "You get hard so fast these days, Lover. Keeping you locked up for me was such a good idea, hmm?"

I simply nodded as her strokes sent fireworks through my loins.

Kylie slid slowly downwards, and I knew it was only seconds before she took my emancipated cock into her warm, wet mouth. She kept stroking me as I felt her breath caress my lower stomach. I was now at full hardness, and Kylie ceased her ministrations. I waited in trembling anticipation to feel the first touch of her moist lips and tongue.

"You know what? I think your cock is shrinking." Kylie announced softly

My eyelids fluttered open at my wife's abrupt statement. I looked down to see her brows knitted, her pretty face a picture of concentration as she studied my penis intently.

"Huh?" was all I could manage to blurt out.

"I think your cock is shrinking, Lover. I mean really shrinking." she repeated, not taking her eyes away from my erect tool. "I'm sure it used to be bigger than it is now. Do you think the new chastity tube is affecting it?" Kylie glanced up at my face. Her question startled me.

"Jesus, I never thought about that." I replied honestly. "I guess that having it locked inside in the tube for 6 days a week for so long might be affecting it."

Kylie smiled again. "There's one way to find out. When we measured you last August you were a little over six and a half inches. Let's measure it again."

Kylie arose and went out into the hall. I took my cock between my fingers, examining it with quizzical eyes. Jesus, it did look a little smaller than usual! My wife returned with a wooden ruler.

She pressed the end of the ruler lightly alongside the base of my cock and measured.

"Hmm..." she mused. "Just over five and three-quarter inches. I was right - It is shrinking!"

My eyelids flickered again. "That can't be right." I muttered.

"Look for yourself." Kylie replied. I glanced down to see that she was indeed measuring correctly - holding to ruler along the upper side of my cock, and measuring with the end of the ruler pressed gently to the pubic bone. I could clearly see that the tip of my tool reached to just over the five and three-quarter-inch mark. I had lost almost three-quarters of an inch in length since last August - only five months ago!

"Jesus Christ, it must be that fucking tube!" I hissed. I glanced at Kylie and added: "Or maybe I have gained a little weight. I have read that any weight gain means more fat on the pubic bone, which makes it seem like your cock is shrinking. It's an illusion, it's not really smaller, it just looks like it is..." My voice trailed off. I realised I was practically babbling.

Kylie shook her head firmly. "You haven't gained any weight at all since August, Lover. I honestly think it's because you have been wearing the tube almost constantly for the last six months. It's causing you to lose a little length, and maybe some girth too." She wrapped her hand around it again, as if to gauge its circumference. I felt my face redden.

"Well, that's it!" I grunted. "I am not wearing the goddamned thing anymore!"

Kylie was watching my crestfallen face, and I could see the wheels turning in her head. Her lips slowly curled into a crooked smile.

"Do you really want to stop wearing it, Lover?" she purred, "I think you should keep wearing it, and that way you really will become my little Pin-dick, won't you?" She sent me a sexy leer, tossed the ruler aside, and began stroking me again.

I fumbled for words. What Kylie was implying sent almost masochistic little trills of excitement through me. But becoming turned on by being teased that you had a small cock and actually having a small cock were two different things - weren't they? I looked down at my tool again. Goddammit, it was smaller - and worse was that the fact was turning me on!

Kylie sped her strokes and continued: "How would that feel, Lover? To know that your cock is actually shrinking each time you put the tube on? Each time your cock gets hard inside it, it will get just a tiny little bit shorter - day after day, week after week... Mmm... How would that feel? How would you like to hear me call you my little Pin-dick, and know that it's actually coming true?" Kylie unleashed a sharp teasing giggle and winked at me. Jesus, she knew how to push my Goddamned buttons!

My cock seemed to relish this perverse talk of its own impending demise; it was hard as a rock, and a rare string of pre-cum trickled from me as Kylie's warm hand stroked gently up and down. She leaned towards me and kissed me, running her moist tongue over my lips. She slipped down to lie alongside me and quickly motioned for me to mount her. I shook as I settled between her soft, freshly-shaven legs. Her hand guided my cock to the entrance of her smooth cleft, and I gasped as I slid gratefully inside her. The silky moist heat of her pussy engulfed me, and my hips began pumping almost of their own volition.

Kylie continued her wicked verbal teasing. "So would you like that, Lover? To knowingly keep making your little cock even smaller for me? Would you do it as a gift for me, Baby? It would make me so hot and creamy to know that your cock is getting tinier each passing day! C'mon, Baby - fuck me with your little pecker! Maybe I should be a real little bitch, and only let you fuck me if you keep wearing the tube. Wouldn't that be kinky, Lover? I could only let you fuck me if you wear something that is actually shrinking your cock! Wouldn't that make me a nasty, wicked, kinky little bitch! Do you like that idea, little one?"

"Yes!" I rasped, almost involuntarily. I felt her warm, smooth legs curl over my back, and the moist heat of her pussy almost made me swoon.

Kylie giggled under me, and her green eyes glittered. "Mmm, I thought you would like that, Pin-dick. In fact, why don't you make a new toy even smaller than the one you have now? That should speed up the process, shouldn't it? You having to keep cramming your little cock inside a tube that gets smaller and smaller each month. Just imagine feeling your hard-on as it presses tightly against a smaller and smaller tube each month - your little pecker desperately trying to get as big as it used to get, but not being able to! I bet that will really start to shrivel that little-boy dick of yours!"

I moaned as I felt climax rushing towards me. Kylie's hot pussy seemed to suck hungrily at my cock as it plunged into her.

My wicked wife continued: "So it's settled then, Lover? We can even have a little ceremony at the end of each month where we measure your cock. Each time you lose a quarter inch? You can make another toy a little narrower, and a quarter inch shorter... " Kylie giggled again, and simply hearing the wicked glee in her voice made my climax surge closer. She looked up into my eyes. "Lover? Do you realise that right now there is almost an inch less of you inside me than there was six months ago? Nearly an inch less of your cock inside of me! You really are going to be my little Needle-dick, aren't you? Do you know what I am going to start calling you for real, Lover?"

"What?" I croaked. My loins fluttered as orgasm loomed ever nearer. Kylie gave a soft titter, and her sexy green eyes bored into mine.

"Bug-fucker!" she hissed. "My little Bug-fucker!"

With a final stifled scream, I climaxed inside her warm, moist pussy as Kylie's soft laughter echoed like a final taunt.