Control app: Dejockify the canvas (Chapter 2)
My nub was so hard, there was no way I could get any harder than I was. It was the thing I thought about the most. I’m a tough guy, and am not one to shed tears, but even the toughest guy in the world is going to feel humiliated when he suddenly finds himself endowed with a dick shorter than his pubes.
That first day I pleaded but soon found it futile:
“Please, Austin,” I pleaded, “I have a date tonight.”
I shouldn’t have said anything at all. All Austin did was laugh like he had just heard the funniest joke in the world.
He decided to set my cock to maximum hardness and refused to dial it down. I’m constantly fully erect. This made me hyper-aware of my penis all the time, and more than half of my brain space was now dedicated to trying to ignore my erection.
Whether I’m eating, or at the gym, or anywhere else, my cock would always be rock hard and demanding my attention. My hands keep unconsciously straying to my cock and rubbing it. When trying to sleep, I keep involuntarily humping my bed. I was the horniest man in the world.
My nubbin remained rock-hard no matter what I tried. It was a constant reminder of how little I had become. However, the permanent erection was easy to hide, since it was under a centimetre long. No one but I could tell the difference. Without being able to achieve release, my balls filled the space in my trousers, and I started changing at home instead of the gym locker room. I had to give up on sex and dating, which was difficult for a guy as hot as me. I was constantly getting the attention of girls, but there was no way I could bring any of them on a proper date with a proper conclusion while I was so poorly equipped.
After just a few days of abstinence and not getting laid, my horniness and need to jerk off got to me. The problem was - I couldn't do anything about it. I layed in bed, stimulating the hard nub and all it did was make me hornier and more desperate. I saw myself in the mirror and I still couldn’t believe that most of my cock was just… gone, taken away by my stupid roommate’s stupid app for a month.
It was like all the nerves of my entire cock shaft got concentrated in my glans as it shrunk, so my cockhead was several times more sensitive than normal. If I closed my eyes, it felt like my two fingers were actually a whole hand expertly stroking my entire six-inch dick. I moaned and rubbed my nub even faster, fantasising about what I used to have.
I could feel the pleasure build up inside my cockhead, growing like a little ball of pent up ecstasy about to be released. I didn’t want to make this a long jerk off session, I just needed to release some of the pent-up horniness that has been building up from being maximally erect all the time. I fingered myself as fast as I could, willing myself to reach orgasm as soon as possible.
After a few minutes, I could feel the pleasure build up more and more, driving me nearly crazy, but I still didn’t cum. I even played with my nipples, trying to cum. Still, nothing.
This was impossible, I thought.
I had been so horny for so long. Every time something accidentally jolted my tiny erection in the last few days, it sent a wave of a near-orgasmic pleasure through my body due to how erect my cock was. As a red-blooded young man, why couldn't I cum?
I kept playing with my microdick, and the pleasure kept building and building up inside my cockhead and prostate, like I was doing some marathon edging session. In reality, I was trying to just get this over with and cum. At the back of my head, a thought came up that maybe this had something to do with Austin's stupid app, but the thought was quickly suppressed by the sheer horniness that was filling every corner of my brain.
With nowhere to go, all the pleasure from jerking off just kept getting built up until I stopped being able to control my own body. My balls were starting to ache with a massive case of blue balls. But still I couldn’t stop stroking my microdick. I was moaning uncontrollably like a wounded animal, playing with my nipples, playing with my cock, playing with every accessible erogenous zone on my body. My circumcised cockhead was rubbed until it felt red and raw. My hand was moving so rapidly without rest that my forearm was aching like crazy. But I just couldn’t stop.
I would probably have been stuck there forever, like some demented sex maniac masturbating his microdick for all eternity, if Austin didn’t suddenly open the door.
“I was wondering what all this moaning was about. Turns out you were just having fun by yourself,” Austin said, almost matter-of-factly.
“Guh… please… cum… please,” I pleaded incoherently. I couldn’t think straight, through my thick pre-orgasmic daze.
“I probably should have told you that I turned off your orgasms so you can’t cum. Yikes, Shayne, how long have you been inside here?”
I couldn’t process Austin's words, and also didn’t know how much time had already passed. All I could say in reply was, “Please...”
Austin looked me up and down for a moment. I was still furiously masturbating shamelessly as my roommate looked on. My balls were aching so much from their delayed orgasm that it felt like they were being squeezed by an invisible hand. The veins of my right forearm were bulging from the strain of their impossibly long workout, and my cockhead and nipples were purple and swollen from being constantly stroked. My whole body was dripping with sex-sweat. It must have been quite a sight.
“Please…” I pleaded one last time.
“All right, all right,” Austin said, and casually, slowly took out his phone. He tapped the screen three times, and suddenly it felt like my whole world was filled with blinding light.
The dam of pleasure in my tiny shrunken cock finally burst. My orgasm spread from the tip of my cock through the rest of my body in a hot, searing wave.
I couldn’t see anything, or hear anything, all my senses were shut down. All I knew was that I was finally cumming. It felt like my dick was being fried with a blowtorch. This orgasm didn’t come in waves. It felt like a hundred orgasms compressed into a single intense moment. I could feel my thick cum gushing out of my microdick all over my bed sheets. It felt like I was ejaculating my entire body and soul out of my shrunken penis.
When the orgasmic moment was finally over, I slowly came back to my senses. I was panting, exhausted and out of breath. My whole body, but especially my right arm and my cockhead, hurt like hell from being overused. My eyes could finally focus again, and I saw what a mess I had made.
“That’s a ton of cum. You must have been jerking off for a long time in here for all this cum to build up,” Austin remarked, clearly amused at my predicament as he walked away. I went after him.
Austin's remarks triggered absolute rage in me. How dare he order me around! How dare he control my dick and erections! Who was he to tell me when I can and cannot cum! I may be tired and in pain, but I was still twice his size. I could easily overpower that pipsqueak and grab his phone from him.
He was standing just a few paces away from me; I could do it in a second, and he would be completely helpless. I couldn’t keep living like this, with my manhood under my puny roommate’s control! I lunged at Austin, planning to tackle him and wrestle his phone away from him. But as I did so, I suddenly felt an intense pain in my balls. It felt like someone had swung a baseball bat with all their strength right into my scrotum, dead center, and completely annihilated my nuts.
I fell to the ground, and immediately clutched at my balls, fulling expecting to find only a sack of mush where they used to hang between my legs. To my relief, my hands could feel my balls were still intact in their sack. They were throbbing with unimaginable pain, but at least they were still there.
“That was close, Shayne! You almost got me!” Austin laughed. “It’s one of the features that I didn't tell you about. The app will automatically punish a pre-selected body part of yours with maximum pain if you try attacking me or grabbing my phone. I chose your big balls as the target for the punishment, of course. That seemed the most effective. How does it feel?”
I groaned, still speechless from the pain. I played football, so I know how it’s liked to get hit in the groin, but this was on another level of pain. It was as though someone had isolated my balls and specifically targeted them to be crushed by a mallet. For a brief moment, I really believed my balls were smashed before I felt them in my hands.
“Looks like it hurt, didn’t it? Better not try attacking me again, Shayne. Face it, I control you now, and I’m just going to get more and more control as I unlock more features on this app.”
Still gently cradling my wounded gonads in my left hand, I slowly stood back up and looked Austin in the eye.
“This is cruel, Austin. I thought we were friends.”
“You’re pathetic, Shayne,” he spat. “You say we are friends, but you’ve never treated me like an equal before. You’re just scared about how the tables have turned now.”
It was true, I had always thought of myself as better than Austin. I opened my mouth to retort, but Austin immediately cut me off.
"Enough, Shayne, I don’t want to hear another word from you. I’ll decide when you get to cum, and I’ll decide when you can get the rest of your dick to grow back,” Austin paused, “and that reminds me.”
He took out his phone and tapped the screen. My flaccid microdick, which until that point had retreated into my crotch and was lying flush with the surrounding skin, suddenly sprung up, rock hard. I winced. My cockhead was still red and swollen from being rubbed too much, and the maximum hardness the app inflicted on me intensified the pain in my dick.
“Enjoy your erection for the rest of the month, Shayne. And be careful this time, I'm not releasing you again” Austin sneered and left.
I groaned. My dick and arms were sore from being uncontrollably jerked off. My balls were aching like they had just been hit with a hammer.
My body felt drained and I was standing naked and sweaty in our apartment with my own globby sperm up my front.
I asked myself, "How did my life become this bad? And is it just going to get worse from now on?"
(Chapters 1 & 2 adapted from Controlling Shayne's Body by Ballmeat)
