What's the matter with Little Ronnie?

Larissa stepped out onto the concrete patio next to the pool.  She held her hand above her eyes as the sunlight glinted into her face causing her to squint.  She looked at the 2 figures relaxing in the floating doulbe chair with their drink holders filled with huge icy cold margaritas in the outer armwrests.  Her mother, Hazel, had her right hand absently stroking and brushing against the huge tumescent cock of her Uncle Don (really Dong but he didn't like to brag).  Uncle Don had his left arm around Hazel's back and under her arm cupping her full right breast while he tweaked her erect nipple.  Both had their tanned bodies oiled and their eyes closed in blissful reverie.

"Ahem", said Larissa.  "AHEM!" she said again a bit more forefully.  Hazel opened one eye and looked at her lovely 17 year old daughter.  "What's up baby?"

"I don't know if you noticed, but little stepdad has been acting very strange lately".

"Strange, how?"

"Well for one thing, he no longer hides when my friends come over and we all wear our totally tiny bikinis.  He looks at us, but its like he doesn't see us.  He doesn't even seem to sprout one of his laughable boners behind his apron when he serves us our drinks and he seems so lethargic."

"Could you actually tell when he had erections before?" asked Hazel somewhat suspiciously.

"Yeah - sort a tiny bump would push out a bit - it was more noticeable when he was wearing his white apron.  When he wore the floral pattern, you really had to know what you were looking for.  Haven't you noticed anything?"

"Well, I so rarely interact with him in any sexual manner anymore, I can't say I have.  Let me ask the Donger!"  She giggled and tickled Uncle Don's bulging balls until he woke with a snort.

"What's up bitch?  Why you wake me up?"

"Oh, it's probably nothing, but Larissa is worred that Little Ronnie is not behaving like he used to.  I told her I haven't really noticed but he gives you fluffing sessions before you ream me so maybe you noticed something?"

"Hmmm.  I do seem to remember his cocksucking has been a bit off lately.  He hardly ever looks me in the eyes anymore and doesn't talk much.  It don't usually bother me because he's the only person able to swallow ALL of me without gagging anyway.  I get good and hard and then slide it deep into you every time!" 

Hazel felt Don's dong hardening and growing larger and larger as he remembered filling her cunt just a couple hours earlier.  Larissa noticed too and her pussy started to moisten and drool quite involuntarily.  "Jesus...he's so fucking big and he's not fully erect yet" she thought as she sucked in her lower lip and rubber herself discretely.

Hazel noticed Larissa's distress and chuckled.  "You better stop turning my daughter on so much Don, she's not ready for a 13 incher like you yet.  Besides, she's already forgetting about her poor pathetic stepdad's problem."  Don laughed heartily and said "We'll have to weasel it out of that little mouse I bet.  Let's ask him at lunch."

Luncheon Munchkin

When Hazel, Don and Larissa all came back in for their midday meal, Little Ronnie was set to serve them.  Larissa was still in her micro bikini, Hazel had a brief terry cloth robe and her hair wrapped in a towel, while Don had his normal wrap around towel that did not cover the bottom of his dangling balls or his swinging dick.  Ronnie had slaved over a lovely repast of pho soup (for Master Dong), steak cutlets, peas and carrots and garlic mashed potatoes.  He meekly carried the servings around the table and let them all pick the best servings before he settled on the stool next to his towering wife who gently patted him on his head.

They all started eating and the clatter of cutlery on porcelein plates was the only sound heard for a while since they were all massively hungry.  However it grew fainter and Ronnie looked up to see all 3 looking down at him intently.  "Wha?" asked the surprised Ronnie with his mouth half-full of potatoes. 

"Oh nothing, " said Hazel, "we were just wondering if you were sick or something.  Your appetite certainly looks fine and I can tell you're well fed" as she poked the pounch behind his white apron.

"Sick?  Hey that tickles! Why would you thing I was sick?"

"Daddy, please stand up." demanded Larissa.

"OK Mistress L, I'm up".  He gulped as he noticed Hazel removed her left breast and put the nipple in her mouth and said "Ooooh!  I hope you're OK".  Larissa joined in by starting to rub the front of her nearly nothing bikini bottom.  Both women looked at the front of Ronnie's apron and Hazel gasped as her nipple slipped out of her mouth "You say you're up, but I can tell you're definitely not!"

Ronnie looked down and then back at everyone "I don't know.  I don't feel much down there anymore.  Does that bother you?"

Larissa's eyebrow cocked up and Hazel started to feel the first pangs of worry about her pathetically lovely little hubbie.  "You don't feel much down there anymore?  What's happened?"

"I don't know, it seems like my special nub is very tired and weak.  I don't even have the urge to touch it anymore."

Don laughed and said "If I was hung like you and not getting anything, I'd be jacking 24 X 7." 

Hazel shot a whithering look at  Don and said "I think we better visis Dr. Serena tomorrow.  She'll know what to do.  Don can you come too?  She needs to have all the parental units there to determine what's causing Ronnie to be such a soft futz."

"Oh, I guess so, but I think you're all making a mountain out of a molehill.  I mean, Ronnie hasn't put that twig into anything except a cock cage in ages.  Say wait a minute - aren't you supposed to be in a cage right now?  Let me see what's going on under that apron".  Don's big meaty fingers pulled the apron up and exposed Little Ronnies miniscule, shaven pink pud and marbles.  He poked them and said "You aren't supposed to be out of that until either Hazel or I give you permission.  What's your excuse little man?!"

"I'm sorry, but it keeps slipping off.  I bet it's in the kitchen."  He rushed out of the dining room as the rest looked at each other incredously.  "Slipping off?  WTF!" was the common thought.

He reemerged with the device in his hand.  "Come here, let Mommy see what's wrong with it?" mewled Hazel.

Little Ronnie handed the small cage to her and she went to the drawer to get the key to unlock it.  She then walked back to the table and pointed at the stool.  Ronnie stepped up shakily on it and Hazel opened the cage and closed it on his unit.  After she locked it, she took a step back to admire her handywork and then watched in amazement as gravity pulled it down to the floor effortlessly.  "Oh dear - I think Little Ronnie is even littler! Larissa, please go get Mommie's measuring tape."

Larissa skipped to her Mom's study and came back with the tape.  Hazel unwrapped it and unwrapped it until it was 13 inches long and the mark for Don was visible.  Her thumb and finger moved down until it was 3 3/4" long and the big black mark where Ronnie used to reach stood out like a beacon.  She said "Oh this is hard, I guess we need to get you 'up to size' don't we?"

Little Ronnie nearly swooned as her thumb and index finger started to tug gently on his tiny nub. Then she rolled his squishy head between them and tugged some more.  Hazel's tonge emerged at the corner of her mouth as she noticed her ministrations were not having the desired effect.  He was barely 1/2 an inch long she reckoned and softer than melted butter.  She thought for a second, screwed up her nose and gently licked his tiny pisser.  Her reaction was to recoil from such a childish member that tasted so terrible, but she bravely fought the urge to puke and continued her tiny tugs and gentle licks.  Between licks she would say "Show Mommy who's a big boy now!  C'mon make that little soldier salute.  Oooh!  I think he just twitched a little, c'mon Little Ronnie!"

"Mom you're doing it wrong! Here let me." interjected Larissa as she gently pushed Hazel aside.  Hazel shrugged her shoulders and said "OK - if you think you can do better, go ahead and play with that pathetic peepee."  She went back to her seat and started playing absently with Don's massive cock.

Larissa said "Cool" and then looked up at Little Ronnie on his stool perch.  She grinned malevolently and then spat on his nibblet sized manhood.  She then punched him and yelled, "Is that ALL you got?  Where the fuck is the REST of that peen?  How could you be a MAN with a tacky little cocklet like this!"  She then back-handed him.  She grabbed his tiny balls and squeezed them mercilessly and yelled"I ought to rip these off if you can't get a goddamned boner you DICKLESS FUCK!"

Ron's face reddened but his cock did start to lengthen on the top of Larrisa's fist.  She slapped it a few more times and then roughly grabbed the shaft and yanked it violently.  "I've stroked straws longer and stronger than you!  Did you every really truly fuck any girl with THIS?!  I think a virgin's cunt would feel like an airplane hanger to you!"  She then motioned to Hazel, winked and half whispered "I think that did it.  You better hurry though becasue I don't think he'll stay this way much longer!" 

Hazel hurriedly put the tape against his belly and took the full measure of her husband's hubris.  Her eyes widened and she said "He's not even 3 inches anymore! I think he's about 2 7/8"!  No wonder he's so tiny soft!  Right, that settles it, we're off to Dr. Serena's tomorrow.  We'll have to see about this."

Medical Miracle

As Ronnie, Hazel and Master Dong trundled into the car the next morning, Little Ronnie's head still resounded with the echoes of Hazel's declaration "He's not even 3 inches anymore!"  How could this have happened?   He was embarrassed at 3 3/4" now he felt total humiliation at 2 7/8".  He couldn't even find condoms to fit that he imagined.  Girls have pinkies just as long as his little crumpet.

When they got to Dr. Serena's office they checked in and went to the waiting room.  Ronnie noticed that there several other triples there besides them.  Dr. Serena was a marriage counselor/psychiatrist who specialized in treating cuckhold/open marriage "couples".  Ronnie noticed that all the couples were primarily white with their bull partner who was usually African American, Asian or Hispanic.  The white hubbies all looked meek and tired while the wives and their bulls radiated health and vigor.  Even the one white bull didn't look extremely strong either as his wife rubber-necked checking out the bulging packages of the men of color next to her.  It was an interesting dynamic that seemed to be growing more and more popular all the time.  He remembered when they first came to Dr. Serena's after their honeymoon, there was only 2 other triples there.  Now her office was teeming with dozens of them and their mixed race children were raising such a tumult.

"Hazel, Don and party please come to Dr. Serena's examination room" came the disembodied receptionist's voice.  They stood and went behind the door that a nurse held open for them.  When they arrived, the nurse said, "It is best if the bull and the whit boi remove their garments and put on these examination gowns."  Hazel watched as they disrobed and saw Don's solid muscular body with narrow hips and his outlandishly large tackle next to Little Ronnie's pudding-like physique with beer belly and minincule organ.  It never ceased to amaze her how tiny white "men" were in comparison to REAL MEN.  When they had their gowns on, she laughed inwardly as Don's cock hung down below the hem and she notice Ronnie's look of envy.

Suddenly the door opened and the severe Dr. Serena walked in with her stiletto heals ringing out loudly.  She shook Hazel and Don's hands and looked down at Little Ronnie and sniffed "Vhut seems to be der problem here?"

Hazel described how lethargic and weak Ronnie seemed and told her that he had surprisinly lost 1 1/2" of his erection.  As she recounted the story, a small smile appeared on Dr. Serena's face which grew larger and larger.  She nodded and clucked her tongue when the measuring tape was produced with the new marking showing Little Ronnie's loss of manhood in bright red ink.  She then put on a monocle and pulled out a long cigarette holder and lit up takiing in a few deep breaths and releasing smoke in Ronnie's face.

"Jah, jah - I've heard dis type of story before.  The little boy loses his energy and his sexual organs dwindle down like an icicle on a warm day.  Dis is nofingk new.  There are treatments for dis situation."

"Oh - so it's curable?"asked Hazel curiously. 

"Vell, it depends on what you call a cure.  Ve can restore energy to the little boy, but I've yet to see a diminished dick return to it's former pathetic size."

"Can Little Ronnie really regain his former zest for life and humiliation?  I think my daughter would love to have her little daddy back to torment relentlessly again."

"Oh - a daughter, eh?  How old?  17?!  That iss a gut time for her to learn how to subjagate a white manniekin.  You must be very happy for her, yes?  Gut!  OK, let me show you how to make your little partner excitable again."

Doctor Serena stood up and grabbed both Don and Ronnie's hands.  They stood and she had them stand face to face.  She reached down and pumped Don's veiny shaft several times to make it semi-chubbed.  "Gut, gut, he is a big vun isn't he?  Now you Shrimpkin, you stand closer to him and let his big cock carress and cover your bumpie wumpie."

Ronnie shivered as he stood closer and Don loomed larger and larger over him.  He felt Don's huge cock rub against his abdomen. Don chuckled as he felt Little Ronnie start to poke out and press delicately agains his meat.  "Hey, it took you girls a long time to make Little Ronnie hard and just a couple of bumps with my boom stick and he's already stifffening up."

"Jah, jah, once a cuck gets to this stage of the relationship, stimulation by der bull's superior cock is far more effective than any woman's hands, mouth, vagina or anus.  The cuck realizes that his miniature manhood iss no longer capable of satisfying the female ov der species." 

Ronnie realized that Doctor Serena was speaking truth.  Just contact with Don's cock made his peewee stand out as stiffly as he had ever known.  He also realized what was coming next.  Doctor Serena noticed the color draining from his face and she laughed menacingly.  "Jah - you know vhut you must do next.  Bow down to your master and provide your anus for his use."

Ronnie started to cry but he did as he was told,  He turned around and bent over presenting his white ass as a target for Don's Viet Namese missle.  "I don't know about this..." muttered Don.

"It is requred!  You must ASSERT your AUTHORITY over the white slave boy.  It is not homosexual what you do.  It is POWER!"  Hazel nodded and walked over and grabbed Don's monolithic manhood and guided it forward.  "C'mon Dong, you know you want Little Ronnie sucking your cock with joy again, don't you?  What about Larissa and her friends?  Think about the children!  If you do this, I'll be forever thankful and you know how thankful I can be."

Don made up his mind and shouted "Prepare to get reamed Little Ronnie!  NO MERCY!"

The pain that Little Ronnie felt was incredible as Don's monster widened his rectum intorably.  After the first 100 strokes, the pain started to subside and a sensation of relaxation and acceptance and, dare I say it, pleasure started to take hold.  Ronnie's tears of pain started to turn to tears of joy.  Don plowed a furrow deeper than any farmer had ever gone to plant seeds.  Hazel caressed his balls and rimmed Don's asshole with her tongue while fingering her vag.  Doctore Serena went behind her desk and extracted a massive Asian-sized dildo and slammed it deeply and repeatedly into her own cunt.

"Fuck, I'm CUMMING!" shoute Master Dong and so did Hazel and Doctor Serena.  Amazingly, Little Ronnie had 5 good spurtlets himself - the most semen he produced EVER!  A sense of accomplishment filled Little Ronnie (along with Don's spunk). 

Home Sweet Home

When Larissa saw her parents and Uncle Don come back from Doctor Serena's she knew something was different.  Aside from Little Ronnie walking strangely she saw glows on all 3 faces.  Uncle Don seemed "bigger" somehow and Little Ronnie seemed smaller and cuddlier while Hazel oozed sex.  "How'd it go?  Is Uncle Ronnie better?"

"What do you think?  Can't you tell just by looking at him?"

"Well, he is smiling.  I guess the Doctor cured him and his small problem, huh?"

"He's not any bigger down there silly, but he's definitely learned to love being even more useless for women sexually.  He's learned he can provide more service than before which makes Uncle Don and I much happier!"

"Awesome.  I can't wait to embarrass and humiliate him even more in front of my friends! It's going to be so much fun."

Don just shook his head and said "Damn, WHITE PEOPLE!"

They all laughed and laughed and laughed.