The riding crop. Harry was very familiar with this tool. It was his Aunt Petunia's favourite device to torment him with. This torment began when Harry was five years old, at first just to encourage him to work harder or to correct his behaviour. By age ten the riding crop served a new purpose, to punish him physically in a sexual nature. Often Petunia would have Harry stripped down to nothing and she'd tease and hit him with it. It would be to nobody's surprise that the older woman was a dominatrix. Cruelty came naturally to her, her son being the only exception to this. Harry was of course an easy target and served as the family's plaything. He was submissive too, not that he had any choice, and what made him an even easier target was what could be found between his legs.
Harry, the poor boy, had a micro-penis. There was nothing to his cock except the head and normal sized balls. Harry didn't learn there was anything unusual about this until Dudley pulled his pants down, then removed his own, and rubbed his much bigger cock against him. Harry couldn't believe the size difference, and Dudley had to tell his mother all about it, who of course had known since she had bathed Harry from a very young age. Petunia and Vernon would often mock the boy for his size, but it was only Petunia who would ever get physical with the boy. Sometimes Dudley would watch, if he felt like it. Petunia gave Dudley her own special attention and made sure Harry was well aware how much more of a man her son was than him.
It wasn't long until Harry's eleventh birthday, and today he found himself in his Aunt and Uncle's bedroom, nude and ashamed, his wrists bound behind his back. Petunia was wearing black knee high boots, black leather gloves and a pair of shiny black knickers, her small breasts on show. Despite the torment and domination, Harry was sexually satisfied by these encounters, only his cock was so small it never showed, until he would shudder into a dry orgasm, on the rare occasion managing to ejaculate a small amount. "I honestly thought one day your dick would actually grow. It's your freaky parents fault. They might have known magic but there's nothing they could have done about your small dick." she pitied him, the riding crop just brushing against his tip. "Aren't you ashamed, sissy? Embarrassed? You have the smallest dick in the world and you'll never even be able to have sex."
Harry nodded in response but that wasn't good enough. Petunia struck his bell end with the crop and he jumped. "Yes, Mistress Petunia! I'm very ashamed of my small dick!" he replied verbally which is what she had trained him to do. She smiled weakly and struck him again for the sake of it. "Dudley's dick is so much bigger. He's normal, unlike you. He can fit his hand around it, actually grip it like a boy is supposed to be able to." Petunia laughed as Harry whined. He'd love to be able to fit his cock into his hand. All he could do was rub his tip with a finger and thumb. The crop moved from his tip to his balls which she rubbed slowly. "Bigger balls, too, does Dudley. Full of good boy cum. Dudley cums nice big loads for mummy, where as you barely cum anything." she struck his balls with the crop and Harry howled.
He was used to ball pain. Dudley loved slapping his crotch whenever they walked past each other. Vernon had done it often, too, but would never touch the boy when he was nude. Vernon was well aware what his wife did with the boy and he was fine with it, just had no involvement himself. Petunia had been squeezing Harry's balls since he first arrived on her doorstep. Dudley loved his balls rubbed softly and tickled with fingertips. "I'm sorry, Aunt Petunia! I'll try to cum properly!" he replied, his face flushed red. He knew he'd never be able to give her a proper cum shot, especially since she never stimulated him properly. He was doomed to be humiliated over and over, even if the orgasms he did manage to achieve drove him wild with pleasure.
Another slap to his balls and he whined. "Remember when I wanked Dudley right in front of you, sissy? Remember that look on his face when his good boy cock melted into my hand and shot cum all over my thighs?" she teased him with a grin. Harry does remember that well, he couldn't believe his eyes. Petunia had been sitting on a chair completely nude, whilst Dudley stood besides her wearing just his school shirt and tie. His five inch cock was thrusting in and out of her hand as he whined with pleasure, staring at Harry the whole time. 'Cum for mummy, cum for mummy' his mother chanted until his whole body rocked and he shot a big load across her legs, moaning as loud as he heard his uncle moan at night. Harry was sick with jealously. He'd have given anything to experience an orgasm like that, but with his micro-penis he would never be able to. "You must be desperate for something like that to happen to you."
"Yes, Mistress Petunia! I wish I could cum on your thighs!" Harry responded, just saying these words aloud sent vibrations to his cock. She laughed shrilly. She moved the crop from his balls to his right nipple and rubbed it slowly. He was trembling slightly as he looked at her in her dominatrix outfit, his own aunt dressed in such a manner in front of her nephew, her breasts proudly on show. She loved the way little boys looked at her. Dudley was well used to his mothers body and felt no shame at all in enjoying it. Petunia wanted to be the only woman the two boys ever looked at. Then she slapped his nipple with the crop, smiling, bringing it back down to his miniature cock and slapping that too. "You won't be cumming today, Harry." she said casually and Harry felt tears of frustration in his eyes.
She hadn't let him cum in a week, and the boy didn't know how to make it happen himself. Due to his size he had to endure his temptations. An itch you couldn't scratch. "Dudley will be home soon. I'll make him cum twice today." she told the boy with a grin. Harry groaned. "First he'll cum on my thighs, then my tits." still grinning, Harry sobbed, the envy too strong. Petunia laughed. "What, sissy? Do you think that's something you deserve with that pathetic little dick of yours?" he sobbed again and couldn't look at her. She slapped his balls hard with the crop and he fell to his knees. "I don't deserve it!" he called out, but she slapped his balls again and he groaned loud enough for the neighbours to hear. She nodded, his bell end pulsing with need he couldn't settle. His balls ached and body trembled. Dudley would come home and have all his desires fulfilled whilst Harry would be locked away unsatisfied and humiliated.
"Then your uncle will give me a right good seeing to. A real man like Vernon knows how to fuck. You'll never know how. You'll never get the chance, not with that ridiculous little cock." on his knees and shaking, Harry took the physical and verbal abuse he received daily. This was his life and he was powerless to stop it. At ten years old he was just an object to the Dursley's and exposed to sexual activity a boy his age shouldn't even know about. "Dudley will learn to fuck soon. He'll be more than capable. Perhaps he'll lose his virginity by fucking you up your sissy faggot arse." she laughed at this, looking down at him, one hand on her hip and the other gripping the crop threateningly. "You'll never fuck but you can certainly be fucked. That's just how you like it, isn't it?" she raised the crop. "Yes, mistress! I like to be fucked!" a tear fell from his eye as he said this.
The last thing in the world he would ever want was another boys dick inside of him, but it looked as if that was the future that was in store for him. It was the only way he could ever be involved in sex. Petunia put the end of the crop to his dick tip and rubbed at it, sending electricity through him, giving him just enough friction he needed to trigger an orgasm. "Ah, cumming Mistress!" he whined out with his face scrunched up. His balls trembled and that euphoric feeling exploded inside of him, a single blob of cum falling from his micro cock onto the crop. "You call that cumming, sissy?" she mocked, rubbing the head more before brining the crop to his mouth. As he was trained to do, Harry began to lick his cum from it with all the enthusiasm he could muster. Then she struck him across the face with it and he fell sideways in pain.
The front door opened below them and Petunia left to greet her son. Harry, still bound, would remain on the floor until his aunt freed him. He'd have to lay there and listen to his cousins moans as his mother treated him to the sexual activity he could only dream of.