A Club

You are still on your knees, green elf pants shoved down around your thighs, your soft cock and balls fully exposed and already shiny from earlier handling. The unlocked gladiator stands a few feet away, his even smaller micro-cock still stiff and flushed, the tiny head glistening. Your wife’s hands move freely between the two of you—stroking, lifting, squeezing, turning each inadequate shaft so the circle of women can see every short inch and every small detail.

The goddess steps forward, white gown shifting over her full breasts, and raises her voice just enough to cut through the low murmur of the room.

“All right. Time for the rest of you.”

One by one the other men in costume begin to move. Belts unbuckle with soft metallic sounds. Zippers rasp down. Costume bottoms—pirate trousers, vampire pants, superhero tights, cheap animal suits—are shoved to mid-thigh or dropped completely to the floor. Within a minute the circle is filled with exposed cocks, and every single one of them is small.

Some hang soft and wrinkled, barely two inches of thin, pale shaft above a pair of tight little balls. Others are already half-hard from the exposure and still only reach three or three and a half inches, the heads small and pink, the shafts slender enough that a woman’s fingers close around them with room to spare. A few remain locked in their own cages—tiny metal prisons that leave almost nothing visible except the compressed pink head pressed against the bars and a pair of undersized balls drawn up tight. Not a single cock in the room approaches average. The “mini dick club” is no longer a private joke shared between wives. It is on full, shameless, fluorescent-lit display.

Your wife looks around at the collection of modest, inadequate cocks and smiles like she has been waiting for this exact moment all night.

“There they are,” she says, voice warm and filthy. “Every husband in the room. All of us living with the same problem. Little dicks that get hard from being shown off. Little dicks that finish too fast. Little dicks that are perfect for sucking and teasing and light anal and nothing else. No stretch. No depth. Just cute, eager, completely insufficient little cocks.”

She gives your soft cock a slow, deliberate stroke from base to head, then reaches for the gladiator’s micro-cock and does the same, keeping both of you in her hands while the other men stand or kneel with their own small packages out. The women begin to move as well—hands reaching, fingers wrapping around short shafts, soft laughter and low, explicit comments filling the air as each wife claims her husband or casually borrows someone else’s.

It becomes an orgy built entirely around small cocks.

A woman in a cat costume drops to her knees in front of a soft, two-inch cock and takes the entire thing into her mouth in one easy motion. Her lips meet the man’s body with nothing left outside. She holds him there, tongue working over the short shaft and tiny head, then pulls off with a wet sound and immediately sinks back down, deep-throating the whole inadequate length without the slightest effort. Another wife kneels between two men, one modest erection in each hand, stroking them in matching rhythm while she comments loudly on how both fit inside her fists with room to spare and how neither would ever be enough to fill her. The goddess sinks to her knees beside the unlocked gladiator, wraps her fingers around the base of his micro-cock, and begins to suck him with short, wet, rapid bobbing motions. Each time she sinks down the entire tiny shaft disappears between her lips; each time she pulls back the small head emerges shiny with spit.

Your wife stays with you. She pushes you onto your back on the carpet, still mostly dressed in the sorceress gown, the deep slit falling open around her thighs. She straddles your legs, looks down at your cock—now hardening again from the sheer public exposure and the wet sounds filling the room—and wraps her hand around it. Her fingers easily cover the entire length. She strokes you in the same steady rhythm the other women are using on their own small husbands, thumb sweeping over the head on every upstroke, spreading the clear fluid that has already begun to leak from your tip.

Around you the room fills with the wet, explicit soundtrack of a small-penis orgy: the soft, continuous sounds of mouths sealing around short shafts and taking them to the root; the quiet slap of hands working modest, spit-slick cocks; the low moans of men who are already close because little dicks simply do not last long under focused, skilled attention. One wife has three soft cocks in front of her face and is licking from one small head to the next, comparing sizes out loud between wet strokes of her tongue. Another has her husband on his back and is riding his face while she strokes his hard little cock with quick, almost dismissive twists of her wrist, telling him how cute it looks when it throbs in her hand.

Your wife leans down, still stroking you, and speaks against your ear while the orgy continues in every direction.

“Look at them. All of you the same. Mini dick club. Soft little things that swell up just enough to be useful for this and nothing more. No one here is going to get stretched tonight. No one is going to get filled. No one is going to feel a real cock pressing against their cervix or forcing them open. We’re just going to play with what we have—short, thin, eager little cocks that come too fast and look so fucking cute when they’re hard and leaking.”

She shifts forward, guides your now-fully-hard cock between her lips, and takes you all the way down in one smooth motion. Her nose presses against your body. There is nothing left outside her mouth. The entire short length is buried in the wet heat of her throat. She holds you there, swallowing around you, tongue pressing along the underside, then pulls off with a thick, wet sound and a string of spit connecting her lower lip to your glistening head. She immediately sinks back down, throat working, one hand cupping your small balls and rolling them gently while she face-fucks herself on your inadequate cock.

Around you other wives are doing the same to other small cocks—deep-throating entire lengths without effort, stroking two or three at a time, holding soft cocks side by side to compare which is shorter, which is thinner, which has the smallest head. One woman has a locked cock in her mouth, sucking on the metal cage and the pink head trapped behind the bars, telling her husband how even locked he still looks bigger than the unlocked micro next to him. Another has her husband’s short, hard cock between her tits, rubbing the modest shaft in the soft cleavage and laughing at how little of it still shows.

The gladiator is already close. The goddess has his micro-cock fully in her mouth, one hand spreading his little grape-sized balls, sucking in quick, tight, relentless pulls. His hips begin to jerk. A broken sound escapes him. He comes with a quiet, almost embarrassed moan, the tiny shaft pulsing between her lips. She keeps him in her mouth through every weak spurt, then pulls off and opens her mouth to show the room how little cum there actually is—just a small, watery pool on her tongue. She swallows, smiles, and immediately leans over to the next small cock, taking that one to the root as well.

Your wife watches the whole thing while she continues to bob on your cock, taking every short inch into her throat again and again. The tight, wet heat, the public exposure, the wet sounds of a dozen other little dicks being sucked and stroked all around you—it is too much. She pulls off just long enough to speak, voice rough and shiny with spit.

“Your turn. All of you. Finish for us. Show us how quick these little dicks really are. Show us how little cum you actually produce. Let every woman here see what we have to work with.”

Hands and mouths work faster. One by one the other small cocks begin to spill. A short, sharp cry as a two-inch cock pulses across a wife’s tongue. A quiet, shuddering moan as another modest shaft is stroked through a quick, almost dribbling orgasm. Men tremble, hips twitching, while their wives keep stroking or sucking through every weak pulse, commenting on how little there is, how fast it happened, how cute the soft, spent cock looks immediately afterward. Softening little dicks are lifted and displayed, shiny with spit and cum, while the women laugh softly and reach for the next one.

Your wife stays on you the entire time. She takes your entire hard length into her throat again, swallows around it, and holds you there while her hand works your small balls. The pressure is perfect and merciless. Your hips jerk. A broken sound tears out of you. You finish hard, cock pulsing between her lips, shooting what feels like everything you have into her mouth while she keeps you buried to the root and swallows every spurt. She stays there until you start to soften, then pulls off slowly, letting your wet, spent cock rest against your stomach, still twitching.

She looks around at the circle of spent, softening little cocks still on full display—some shiny with spit, some streaked with their own modest cum, all of them small, all of them finished, all of them belonging to the same club.

“Mini dick club,” she says softly, almost proudly, while she gives your soft, wet cock one last slow stroke from base to head. “Every single one of you. And every single one of us knows exactly what to do with what you’ve got.”

She reaches for the nearest other small cock—a soft, two-and-a-half-inch shaft still glistening from its owner’s orgasm—and begins to stroke it back to hardness with the same casual expertise, keeping the orgy moving as the women continue to play with the entire collection of modest, spent, and already-recovering little dicks that fill the room. Mouths return to short shafts. Hands wrap around thin, sticky cocks. Soft laughter and explicit comparisons rise again as the mini dick club proves it is far from finished for the night.