Small Mercies Ch 01 1

Small Mercies - Chapter One

Synopsis

This story takes place within the Jolie, Kylie and Paul universe. I've tried to avoid any spoilers but ideally this should be read after the Compliant Cuckold series and the Consumate Cuckold series. Forgive me for going out of order in the writing but I wanted to get this down whilst it was still in my leaky head! Its a bit of a slow burn in as much as the cuckolding doesn't start until later in the story, but a bit of scene setting is required as is the character development for Simon and Kiera. Stick with it cuckolding fans. Simon is a strikingly good looking male with a micropenis. This tale describes his search for someone who will accept his handicap whist giving him the love and affection he craves.

All characters involved in sexual activity are over the age of 18. The story includes dry humping and masturbation but future chapters will contain hetero, lesbian, cuckolding, BDSM, bondage, humiliation and anal sex.

Kiera's Catch

My friends always teased me about it. Whenever we went out as a group and met a gaggle of girls, the best looking one always came to talk to me. I had the easy smile, the witty banter and the athletic body from skiing and cycling. I had a preference for skinny blondes and they seemed to like me, so after a slow dance and a kiss or two they would leave with me, to the amusement of my friends. Amongst the guys I had a reputation as a love 'em and leave 'em guy because although I left with lots of girls, they never saw me with them a second time. Until Kiera. She changed my life overnight.

For all the gifts I had been given, I had been short changed in the penis department. It wasn't even a small penis, not even a little boy willy. It was a micro penis. Flaccid, it was less than an inch long, mostly uncircumcised head and foreskin. Erect it grew to a hard little one and a half inch nub, about three quarters of an inch in diameter. Barely enough to get a finger and thumb around. Being too short to be bent to the side by my clothes, when erect it created a hard little bump in my trousers that I had to take care to hide. During my early teens, wet dreams were an infrequent blissful release. But the cock stroking masturbatory relief that my friends joked about was impossible for me - there was simply not enough to work with. Orgasms were a rarity, my large testicles producing a surprisingly copious amount of semen. Once or twice I'd cum by humping a pillow whilst watching porn, but usually trying to stimulate my rigid little stump left me frustrated and unable to ejaculate. I was constantly horny, but with little or no chance of relief.

My first time with a girl was a harbinger of things to come. Her name was Tina. We were thirteen and she was babysitting. I joined her when the child's parents had left to go dancing. We cuddled and snogged on the sofa and after a while I got to grope her new little breasts. She pulled off her top and displayed them proudly. She was more experienced than me and groped me down below for a moment before asking if I was hard. When I said I was she asked to see it, saying it was only fair as she had taken her top off and let me play with her breasts. Red faced I pulled my pants down and her hand went to her face to cover a grin. She prodded my hard little stump confirming it was indeed erect and told me me that her eight year old brother had a bigger one than me. I put it away, mortally embarrassed, and she promised not to tell anyone about my diminutive member. To give her her due, she kept her word as far as I am aware and we remained friends although we never dated again.

Consequently I was reluctant to engage in any activity that might result in similar embarrassment. When I first went on holiday to Corfu with some friends I was 18. I wore baggy swim shorts to hide my lack of bulge and enjoyed the sunshine and the beach. The first evening, I met Sarah, a pretty girl in a night club. We danced and kissed and she asked me to walk her back to her hotel. We kissed some more and, emboldened by alcohol and the distance from home, I accepted her invitation to come inside. She was eager and before I knew it we were stripped to the waist and kissing passionately on her bed. She allowed me to remove her jeans and panties and I spent a very pleasant half hour kissing and exploring her lovely bare kitty. With my longer than average tongue plunging into her tight tunnel, I managed to make her cum and as we lay cuddling she announced that she wanted my cock inside her. When I removed my boxers she sniggered,

"Oh my, that is the smallest cock I've ever seen. Lets see if we can get it in."

She flopped her legs wide pulling her heels up to her bottom and I crawled over her. She took my little stump between her finger and thumb and guided it to her slippery entrance. I sighed as for the first time I felt the wet warmth of pussy lips against my tiny cock. I adjusted and pressed my hips forward, feeling the head slip between her folds and engage with the tight muscles of her entrance. I was too short to push through, but by giving sharp little presses I could feel my glans begin to push her open only to slip back out again. But even though I was too small to enter her the feeling was exquisite. I groaned and humped, finally feeling that perhaps I could orgasm from this. I felt her begin to tremble and suddenly realised she was giggling. I redoubled my efforts, but after a minute she sniggered,

"I can't really feel anything, its not even properly in me."

I laboured away a little longer feeling my orgasm drawing close. She huffed,

"Seriously, this is doing nothing for me, can you stop?"

I was nearly there and panted,

"Please just a little more."

She became irritated,

"No, get off me now, this is useless."

I pressed against her frantically, my orgasm just beyond reach. Suddenly her feet were against my chest and she heaved me off her, slapping my face,

"I said get off me, you useless prat."

As she pushed me back my microdick erupted and I gasped as my first contraction squirted a rope of semen over her stomach and chest. I shuddered and my hips twitched as I ejaculated splattering her body as she held her hands in front of her face.

"Oh you dirty pig," she shouted.

But as I continued to squirt seeming endless ropes of cum onto her tummy and chest she began to laugh,

"Bloody hell Simon, when's it going to stop?"

I knelt panting before her, my head hung in shame and I apologised.

"I'm so sorry Sarah. I was so close I couldn't stop."

She looked at me and shook her head,

"Just pass me a towel please."

She towelled herself off as I dressed. As I left she pecked me on the cheek and cupped my face,

"Its such a shame Simon. You're good looking and fit as fuck, and you give great oral, but your little clit is no use to any girl I'm afraid."

I never saw her again. So began an endless procession of one night stands, that in-fact, ended outside the nightclub, in a taxi or on a doorstep - whenever intimate contact seemed imminent. Kiera changed all that. My boss Jolie had just been promoted and we were out at a club with her office colleagues, husband Paul and their live-in girlfriend, Kylie. I'd noticed a girl sitting alone at the back in a booth. A fairly constant stream of guys and a few girls had gone to speak to her, but after a few moments of polite conversation they had all left. She was drop dead gorgeous, with long blonde hair that was loose to below her shoulders. She was petite and very slim, her cropped top showing a flat, muscled tummy. Her legs were crossed showing a modest amount of firm, tanned thigh beneath a short flared skirt. I thought I saw her look away quickly a couple of times when I glanced across at her, but this last time she held my gaze, a slight smirk on her pretty face. I continued chatting to my group of colleagues and friends. My desk mate, Tamsin was a little drunk and nudged me,

"That blonde girl in the back is trying very hard to pretend she's not watching you," she slurred, "But she's trying to work out if one of us is your significant other. Go talk to her Simon, its time you found yourself a nice girl."

"I know she's watching, but she's blown out a dozen guys. I think maybe she's waiting for someone."

It was my round and I was taking orders when I glanced over and she was gone. Then I noticed her at the bar and I walked over and slid into the space beside her. Standing next to her I guessed she must have been about 5'4 inches - small but not tiny like Jolie. As the barman placed her bottle of Corona in front of her she opened her bag.

"May I buy that for you, I'm getting a big order anyway?"

She looked at me and raised an eyebrow.

"Why would you want to buy me a drink?"

"Because I'm guessing you've heard all the cheesy chat up lines tonight and none of them seem to have worked. So I thought if I bought you a drink you'd feel obliged to chat to me for a few minutes at least."

She smiled and the room suddenly seemed to fade into the background.

"That seems reasonable. Particularly as the drinks are so expensive here. Thank you, come on over when you've delivered the drinks to your friends."

She picked up her Corona and with a swirl of her little skirt she turned and walked back to her table. I deliberately didn't steal a glance at her retreating figure in case she turned and caught me looking. I dropped the drinks off and made my way over to her booth. I was about to sit opposite but she patted the space next to her.

"Thank you for the drink ........."

The rising inflection left me no option.

"Simon. Si if you prefer."

"No, I think Simon suits you better. Si is a players name, and I don't think your a player. I'm Kiera."

She held a hand out and I took it.

"I saw you looking over here a few times. Why didn't you come and talk to me earlier?"

"I saw you blowing all those others off and figured you were waiting for someone."

She pushed a strand of hair behind her ear and looked up at me.

"I was waiting for someone."

"He didn't show? How rude."

"I think he might be here."

I looked around the room,

"Oh. Do you want me to go?"

"That depends. Dance with me."

She stood and walked to the dance floor, not waiting to see if I followed. I did. We danced to several retro disco tunes including Dancing Queen. She had an endless supply of moves that were sexy but not lewd. We chatted over the music and she made me laugh. Time flew by and when a slow number came on I went to leave but she pulled me to her,

"Don't run away, I'm having fun. Aren't you?"

I nodded, so we danced a slow one, and then another. We seemed so in tune with each other, her breath warm on my collarbone and her fingers playing with the hair at the back of my neck. I was aware of her body in contact with mine from shoulders to hips, but we weren't grinding, it wasn't dirty dancing."

As the song faded into YMCA she took my hand and towed me from the dance floor. I looked across to my friends to see them leaving. Jolie waved goodbye and blew me a kiss. At our table my dance partner glanced at my departing friends.

"Do you want to go with them?"

I shook my head, "Not if you're staying a bit longer."

We chatted some more and I asked her where she learned her killer dance moves. She smiled and explained that she was a dancer with Magenta, a local dance company and taught dancing on the side. I asked if I might have seen her in anything.

"Not unless you see a lot of pop videos or detergent commercials."

"That must be really hard work, you must have a hellish training regime."

She shook her head and flicked her blonde hair behind a shoulder,

"I love the physical side of it, the gym work and the running. The hardest thing is the constant need to watch my food intake. Anything heavier than stick thin is unacceptable in a dancer. It means I have no boobs and I'm all ribs and hip bones. I'd love to be curvy like other girls."

She said it in such a way that she wasn't fishing for complements. So I didn't offer any.

"But isn't it worth it to keep doing what you love?"

She smiled,

"Its always worth doing what you love. But sometimes you need to learn to love what you do."

We clinked bottles and finished our drinks. I stood to go to the bar.

"Actually I can't drink any more and I really need to eat something. Would you like to walk and chat for a bit and maybe I can eat a bit of fruit or something from a corner shop?"

I held out a hand and pulled her to her feet. We made our way outside and on the street she linked an arm through mine. It had rained whilst we were in the club and we walked and chatted as taxis hissed by on the wet tarmac. She asked me about my job and I told her that we had been celebrating my boss's promotion and that we all worked in a commercial insurance office, with the exception of Jolie's husband and her girlfriend. She raised an eyebrow and I explained that the three of them lived together and that Jolie and Paul had been married for seven years and Kylie had joined them a year ago. It was unconventional but it seemed to work for them. She didn't say anything for a moment and then looked up at me,

"How do you feel about unconventional relationships?"

I thought for a second,

"I think people should do whatever works for them and makes them happy. But that comes with a responsibility to minimise hurt to others."

At that moment we arrived at an all night convenience store and we stepped inside. I waited as she chose the best banana from a somewhat aged selection. I bought us both skinny lattes from a machine and we sat and drank them on a bench overlooking a small garden. She offered a bit of her banana and we munched in companionable silence. She was easy company with a ready smile and she stood and linked arms again as I returned from depositing our cups in a litter bin.

"I have an early start tomorrow. No Sunday lie-in for dancers. I have a ride coming - can I drop you home?"

"I'm only a ten minute walk from here and I need to get a few more steps in to make up for tonight's beer, but thanks."

She pulled my arm tighter against her.

"I've had a good time tonight. What are the chances of running into you again sometime?"

I hesitated and her smile slipped a little but recovered when I replied,

"I'd like that a lot - can we swap numbers?"

She called me from her phone and I stored her under Kiera Banana and she smiled. Just then a black Range Rover with blacked out windows pulled in to the kerb. A heavily muscled black man got out and looked me up and down as he opened the door for her. She leaned in and quickly kissed my cheek.

"Goodnight Simon. Call me."

Then she was gone and I watched the red tail lights of the Range Rover as it sped away. I sighed and trudged towards home. As I walked the rain began again and I switched to a lazy jog. This girl was different somehow. But how long would I be able to avoid her discovering my little secret? The inevitable final meeting where my useless microdick was revealed. Back at home I stripped off my damp clothes and showered. I lay naked in bed with images of her dancing in front of me playing in my head, my little stump achingly hard. I reached down and took the head between my finger and thumb. There was no shaft to speak of, so all I could do was push my foreskin back and wet a finger to play with the exposed glans. It seemed extra sensitive tonight and I groaned as I circled my overgrown clit, pinching and twisting the head. I felt my body tensing, the possibility of a rare orgasm beckoned. I rolled onto all fours and pushed a folded pillow between my legs and settled my rigid little stub into its softness. I wrapped my arms around a second pillow and buried my face in it. I imagined running my hands up Kiera's lovely ribs to cup her tiny breasts as I kissed the soft insides of her thighs. My hips began to hump and my excitement mounted until finally, in my mind, I plunged my tongue into the tight confines of her silky tunnel and groaned her name, but my orgasm eluded me. I persevered for while but eventually I became sore and realised I wasn't going to cum. I pulled the pillow from between my legs and flung it across the room in frustration. Sleep came eventually.

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Five days later I was staring at my phone as it lay on my desk. I'd hardly got any work done that morning, torn between not calling Kiera to avoid the risk of her discovering my pathetic cocklet, and the strong urge to see her again. I looked up to see my diminutive boss watching me. She stepped in and shut the door behind her.

"Simon you've done nothing but stare at your phone and click your pen for the last hour. There's no point in you being here if your head isn't. I'm going to go and get us a coffee and when I come back if you're still in a funk I'm going to badger you until you tell me what's wrong. Deal?"

I sighed and nodded,

"Sorry Jolie, I know we have a tight deadline, I'll pull myself together."

She looked at me sceptically,

"You're a great actuary Simon and I need you to work these numbers for me so I can finish the offering."

Just then my phone buzzed and we both jumped. Kiera Banana and a fruit graphic were on the screen. Jolie raised an eyebrow and left, closing the door behind her. My heart was pounding and I fumbled the phone in my haste to pick it up.

"Hi Kiera how are you?"

"Just wondering how long you were intending to keep me hanging while you play it cool?"

She sounded cross and I stammered an apology.

"Simon, I'm teasing you," she giggled. "We're wrapping rehearsals early, so I have the weekend off and wondered if you wanted to meet up."

"I'd like that, what did you have in mind?"

"I have to get back, they're calling me. Ring me tonight after 8.30 and we'll talk about it."

I was still holding the phone with a stupid grin on my face when Jolie knocked and backed in through the door carrying two coffees and a mini donut each. She turned around and looked at me.

"Halle frickin' lujah. Lets get to it Si, I need those numbers."

She left and I bit happily into my donut.

Later that evening I had finished my farfalle carbonara and was sitting on the sofa in my dining kitchen with a glass of Leffe Blonde. The big TV on the wall was showing todays news and I picked up the remote and muted the sound. I took a large slug of the aromatic liquid and held it in my mouth for a moment before swallowing and reaching for my phone. Slouching back into the grey leather sofa I dialled Kiera Banana. Her voice sounded odd, slightly breathless,

"Hi Simon, give me a sec."

There were jingling and rustling sounds.

"Shit! Sorry, just dropped my keys."

More rustling sounds and a door slamming.

"Rehearsal went on a bit later than normal. Just getting in now. Can I call you back in five? Just want to put some stuff in the freezer."

I drank a little more beer as I waited. 15 minutes later I let it ring a couple of times before picking up.

"Hi. You all sorted now?"

"Yes thank you. Sorry, but I wanted to be sitting down and decompressed when I spoke to you. Rehearsals went on a bit longer than usual and I had to go to the supermarket on the way home. I was struggling to get bags of shopping into the door when you called, but now I'm chillin' with a glass of red and I have my breath back. How was your day?"

"Busy, but I got a a piece of work done that had a tight deadline and my boss and I pitched it to the client today. It went pretty well I think, but they won't make a decision until Monday."

"Your new boss - Jolie right? The pretty little brunette with the stunning blonde girlfriend and the good looking husband?"

"Yes. Kylie and Paul. They're lovely."