Stimulation

Something that's very plain to see from anything I write is that I'm pretty wordy. In the spirit of trying to challenge myself a little, I wanted to try writing something as short as I could make it while still being a satisfying narrative. So, here's a little 1500-word shorty for you!

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“Please don’t do this. I’m… I’m begging you. Don’t do this to me.”

“I know, cutie, I know. I wish I could stay home and play with you too! But I’ve gotta work!” Nicole was all smiles as she held Greg’s naked 5-inch body against her bedpost, a shoelace tied tightly around his wrist. She brought the lace around the post, pulling it taut and effortlessly overpowering him as she began to tie the other end of it around his other arm.

“That’s not what I mean! Please! I don’t want to get any smaller!”

“You are so funny! If you didn’t want to keep shrinking then how do you explain this?” She stroked the tip of her finger across his shrunken, fully erect dick, replacing his pleading cries with a moan of ecstasy and despair.

“It’s more fun getting to do it directly, but I’m not gonna neglect your needs while I’m out!” Greg struggled in vain to break out of his bonds as Nicole moved to her night stand, removing a large “back massager” from the top drawer. She returned to the foot of the bed, plugging the vibrator into the wall and then setting it flat against the bed frame, business end pointed toward Greg. He tried to squirm out of position, but the shoelace was tied too tight and he was struck right where he was as Nicole settled the rounded tip of the sex toy between his legs, forcing him to straddle it like a horse’s saddle. When she was satisfied with its positioning, she grabbed a roll of duct tape and started fixing it in place.

“Please… Please!” Panicked tears were starting to well up in Greg’s eyes.

“So funny. Listen, if you really don’t want to shrink… then just hold it in! If it’s soooo scary, then it shouldn’t really matter when I do… this!” Nicole flipped the switch. Greg gasped and wailed.

At his size, it was less like a vibrator and more like a high-power motorcycle humming between his legs. He felt the vibrations rumble through his entire body… but he especially felt them in his cock and balls, which were pressed directly into the toy’s vibrating surface.

“I’ll see you tonight! Try not to have too much fun while I’m gone!” Nicole pressed her lips to Greg’s face, the shrunken man whimpering as she painted him from forehead to chin with ruby-red lipstick. With a few clacks of her heels and the squealing of an old door hinge, he was left alone, panting as the vibrations flowed over him. He bit his lip and screwed his eyes shut, desperately trying to focus on anything other than the unrelenting reverberations between his legs.

I’ve got to get out of this. I can’t afford to lose any more. If he came, he’d shrink. Nicole already had him literally under her thumb. If escape was unlikely at five inches tall, it’d be impossible at three inches, or less.

He started by kicking at the vibrator, trying to jostle it loose. He didn’t need to knock it down or anything; even nudging it away from his taint would be enough. It was no good. Nicole had fastened it in place with a half dozen strips of duct tape, and his tiny little legs were useless against that much adhesive force.

He started testing his arm restraints next, but that quickly proved to be equally futile. His arms were pulled wide and stretched backward, molding to the contour of the bedpost. He had no leverage whatsoever.

C’mon, c’mon, think!

The switch. Maybe he could reach it with his foot? He tried stretching downward, and let out another wail of agonizing rapture, recoiling as his muscles spontaneously contracted; pushing himself downward had pushed the vibrator more firmly into his underside. Looking down, he could see his cock, purple and glistening with precum. With a few deep breaths, he tried again, stretching as far as he could, pushing himself to the edge of climax as his foot stretched toward the switch. He felt a moment of relief as his toes made contact with the edge of it, but then realized with dawning horror that he wasn’t strong enough to push it. He groaned and grunted with effort, his leg shaking both with effort and from the ceaseless vibration, but it was no use. He was too weak to flip it.

With that avenue closed to him, he relaxed his legs; the vibrator was still pulsing through him, but after pushing himself so hard against it, the baseline level of torture felt like a reprieve. He tried the opposite, pushing himself upward, but the angle of his arms made it impossible..

Wait. I’ve got it!

Greg flailed his legs around as he struggled to bring them up and set his feet against the tip of the vibrator. The pulsing massager tickled his soles so severely that he struggled to keep them in place, but he gritted his teeth and forced himself to hold them steady. With another deep grunt of effort, he pushed off against the vibrator, sighing in sweet relief he finally broke the contact between it and his balls. Slowly, he pushed himself to his full height, the shoelace sliding up the bedpost as he stood. The surface of the vibrator was small enough that his feet didn’t have much purchase, but there was just enough room for him to stand.

The immediate danger was over. Now he just had to escape.

He tested the restraints some more. He couldn’t pull his arms off of the bedpost at all, but he could move the shoelace up and down, with some effort. The bedpost wasn’t that tall. Maybe… maybe he could climb it? If he got to the top, the lace would go slack, and he’d be free.

But how was he supposed to climb it without his arms, and with his back to it?

With a deep breath, he took one foot off the vibrator and pressed it as firmly as he could into the wood. He pulled forward with his arms as best as he could, to try and make the shoelace as taut as possible, then hopped up with his other foot, slamming it against the post. He immediately lost his balance and fell, sliding right back into position against the vibrator. The sudden return of its touch almost drove him over the edge; he bit his cheek hard to stop it, tasting blood.

“Come on, come on,” he panted to himself. He started over, getting his feet beneath him, pushing himself to his feet, and then jumping up, shoving his feet as hard as he could against the wood while pulling as hard as he could with his arms. His entire body was quivering, but he was holding still.

He’d made the first step.  Now he just needed to make another.

Face red with exertion, feet burning from the friction, he slowly bent his knees and then extended them, inching upward just a hair. Then he did it again, and again. The effort was excruciating, thanks in no small part to how numb and jelly-like his entire body felt after so much extended exposure to the massager. Nearly at the top, he lost his footing again, sliding all the way to the bottom, forced to endure the torturous pleasure while his weary limbs recovered enough to try again.

Another try, second after excruciating second inching his way up the bedpost. 

Just one step at a time. One step at a time.

All at once, the tension vanished from his arms—the same tension that he’d been relying on for his climb. The shoelace fell limp as he cleared the tip of the bedpost and he was sent tumbling, bouncing off the vibrator painfully before crashing onto Nicole’s mattress.

He lay face down on her bedspread, feeling the too-large threads against his skin as he cried tears of joy. He’d done it! He’d done it! And he still had plenty of time to get the hell out of here before Nicole got back!

After giving himself a moment to rest, he pushed himself up to his feet, muscles groaning in protest. The shoelace was still tied around his wrists, a large loop of it dragging behind him. He grabbed one arm with the other and started struggling to undo the knot.

Then, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror of Nicole’s vanity, looming high in the distance. Body drenched in sweat, face still smeared with lipstick, cock still wet with precum. He looked… pathetic. A tiny, insignificant nothing of a man, reduced to the size of a bug through nothing but his own libido. Nearly broken by a shoelace, a sex toy, and some duct tape. Small, small, small, so weak and defenseless that a woman he’d picked up at a bar was able to utterly dominate him, without even being in the room with him.

He stared at the reflection, breaths quickening as he studied the shrunken, pitiful creature that stared back at him. He felt his cock twitch and, mesmerized by his own pathetic form, he reached down to grasp it, fingers sliding up and down the shaft.