He doesn’t need it anymore

“What did you just type?” Dorian yells. Not knowing seems to upset him more than you expected, maybe you’ll keep him in the dark for a little bit longer.

“Don’t worry about it,” you whisper sweetly, “it’ll all be over before you know it. Maybe if you behave, I’ll even let you go home. You’d like that, wouldn’t you,”

“Let me go now! You bitch!” Dorian struggles harder, the ropes around his body scraping against skin. He’s too scared to worry about the pain now.

“Shh… calm down, you’re too worked up. You haven’t even noticed that the changes have started.” With that, Dorian freezes. His breath becomes heavy as he looks down to his crotch.

“How are you doing this?” There is a tremble in Dorian’s voice. “Make it stop. Please,” he adds quietly. His cock is retracting slowly. Collapsing in on itself like a telescope. His balls are changing too, shrinking and melting into the skin of his perineum.

The changes slow, then stop. Dorian is softly crying, looking down at where once was his penis. There’s nothing there anymore but smooth skin. Only a single opening remains, his urethra. He’ll never be able to have sex anymore. Never be able to pleasure himself. No matter how much he desires it, he will never be the man he once was.