It’s a struggle

Tuesday – Day 2

Kyle woke up Tuesday morning with a painfully hard micro erection tenting his boxers. A full two-and-a-half inches the hardest it had been in weeks. His small cock throbbed with need, the sensitive pink head already leaking a steady stream of precum that soaked into the fabric.He groaned and wrapped his hand around it immediately. The first stroke felt electric. Memories from the night before flooded in uninvited: thick trans girl-cocks slapping his face, the heavy, musky taste, the way his throat had stretched so perfectly. His micro dick pulsed hard in his grip.“Fuck… no,” he hissed, forcing his hand away. He rolled out of bed and jumped into a cold shower, letting the icy water beat against his sensitive nipples and aching little cock. It helped… barely.He dressed conservatively again baggy clothes, no hints of femininity and drove to work while repeating his mantra like a prayer: “I am Kyle. I am straight. I like pussy. I burned Kylie.”

The first major craving hit at 10:15 AM during a conference call.While listening to a client drone on about projections, Kyle’s mind suddenly supplied an extremely vivid image: Dominique’s massive ten-inch girl-cock stretching his asshole wide open while Vanessa **** her thick shaft down his throat. He could almost hear the wet gluck-gluck-gluck sounds and the cruel laughter as they called him a pathetic micro-clit faggot.His tiny penis surged to full hardness in his pants, leaking heavily. The head rubbed against the inside of his boxers with every tiny shift, sending jolts of shameful pleasure through his body. He had to mute his microphone and breathe slowly through his mouth for almost a minute before the fantasy faded.

Focus, he told himself. Think about fucking a real woman. Tight wet pussy gripping your cock. It worked, but the effort left him flushed and frustrated.Lunchtime became a dangerous battle.Kyle sat in his car again, heart pounding. He told himself he would only watch straight porn today. Nothing else.

He started strong: a 20-minute video of a busty brunette riding a big dick reverse cowgirl, moaning loudly as her ass bounced. Kyle pulled his small cock out and stroked it slowly, savoring the feeling of his foreskin sliding over the sensitive head. He was leaking so much it made obscene wet sounds in his fist.

But after ten minutes his mind wandered. The man’s cock in the video looked so thick… so superior. Without thinking, he clicked on a recommended bi cuckold video.The scene was brutal and delicious: A beautiful woman on all fours getting absolutely pounded by a hung bull while her small-dicked husband stroked his pathetic little prick in the corner. The woman looked straight into the camera and moaned, “His cock is so much bigger than my husband’s tiny clit. Look how pathetic he is.”

Kyle’s micro dick throbbed violently. Precum poured down his shaft. He edged frantically, switching between the cuckold scene, straight hardcore, and extremely vicious SPH JOI videos.One SPH mistress destroyed him for fifteen straight minutes: “Stroke that worthless little button, loser. Is that seriously the best you can get? Two and a half inches of sad, leaking disappointment? No woman will ever respect that tiny thing. You exist to be laughed at while real cocks fuck.”

Kyle was panting, balls tight, right on the edge when he switched to a gay/trans compilation. He watched, mesmerized, as a cute bottom boy eagerly deepthroated two massive trans cocks, drooling and gagging happily. His own micro penis pulsed wildly in his hand.

He came explosively at the exact moment one of the trans women unloaded down the boy’s throat. Thick ropes of cum shot across Kyle’s dashboard as he whimpered brokenly, “Fuck… I’m so small… I want it…”

The orgasm left him shaking. The post-nut clarity hit like a truck. He cleaned up frantically, disgusted with himself, and drove back to work with a heavy weight in his stomach.The afternoon was pure psychological warfare.Every tall male colleague or confident client triggered another flash. During a sales pitch, Kyle caught himself staring at a client’s large hands and imagining them gripping his head while he was face-fucked. His micro cock stiffened again.

In the bathroom stall during his afternoon break, he couldn’t resist. He pulled up a discreet tab and edged quietly for ten minutes to a mix of content:Straight creampie breeding

Bi cuckold humiliation

Trans-on-male gangbangs

Cruel SPH JOI calling him a “micro penis faggot”

He stopped himself right before cumming, breathing hard, sweating, and whispered, “I’m not going back. I’m stronger than this.”

That night, Kyle tried to stay disciplined.He cooked dinner, watched sports, and avoided porn until 10 PM. Then the dam broke.He spent nearly four hours on an intense, depraved edging session, constantly fighting his urges while feeding them just enough to stay sane.

He started with long straight videos, stroking his tiny cock slowly while imagining himself as the powerful man fucking beautiful women. But every time the woman moaned particularly loud, his brain replaced the man with a hung trans woman or muscular bull, turning him into the one getting fucked.He switched rapidly between genres: A dominant woman laughing at small dicks while getting railed

Bi threesomes where the small-dicked guy cleans up creampies

Trans women mercilessly fucking eager bottoms

**** SPH sessions focused on “permanent denial for micro clits”

At 1:30 AM, he was a broken, leaking mess. His balls ached. His small cock was raw from stroking. Precum coated his hand and thighs.He finally allowed himself release while watching a particularly vicious SPH + trans video. A stunning trans domme jerked a tiny penis while fucking a moaning sissy: “Look at this pathetic little clit. Two inches and leaking like a faucet. You were never meant to be a man. You were born to suck superior cock and get laughed at.”

Kyle exploded. His micro dick spurted weakly again and again as he moaned loudly, hips bucking, completely lost in humiliating pleasure.Afterward, he lay on his bed exhausted, covered in his own cum, staring at the ceiling.

Day Two was over. He had resisted dressing up.

He had resisted contacting anyone.

But the horny, depraved cravings were getting stronger, louder, and more detailed with every passing hour.Kyle whispered into the darkness, voice hoarse:“I can still beat this… right?”