The Very Small Dick And The Spy Who Found It Part 2 ♕

The Very Small Dick And The Spy Who Found It Part 2

 

I’m skilled at working with very small dick, but I hadn’t heard of anything like this during my time at the agency. I’m making myself at home in Mr. Kwell’s apartment by pouring a late-night cup of coffee and looking through his laptop. The computer isn’t password protected and it is easy to look through all of his emails. I see he has spoken with our golden man, but any emails regarding the location were deleted. Fuck me!

Nothing to do but sit around and wait for the small-cocked fucker to drag his ass home from whatever brothel he is at. I can wait; I’m very patient. Kwell has to come back sometime, and when he does… things will get invasive.

Very Small Dick = Very Smug Ego

It’s 1 AM when I hear the dipshit’s drunken laughter fill the hallway to his place, so I lounge down on the chaise and scan through his tablet. He enters with a beautiful lady on his arm. Faces drop when they see that they’re not alone. I smile and set the coffee cup next to the coaster. “About time; I’ve been waiting all night.” Calm and cool like a cucumber, I make sure he has no sense of nervousness from me. I look at the lady he won at the bar and smirk. “Babe, you don’t want this one, trust me. He has a very small dick. Built like a Pez, really. Not worth your time unless you want to poke it in like a doorbell.”

She scowls and smacks Kwell in the junk with her heavy purse, but he doesn’t even wince. I wonder if Kwell has a cock at all. The lovely lady leaves, and now it is Kwell and I in his living room. He reaches for his phone, but I pat the pistol at my side. Understanding, Kwell sits across from me on the coffee table. “Are you gonna tell me what you want? It’s damn late.” He’s a mouthy little bastard.

“So is it true? You have a very small dick that couldn’t pleasure a soul on Earth?” He scrunches his face, displeased at my accusation. I command him to lock his hands behind his back using a spare pair of cuffs. A lady should never be without her trusty cuffs! Once I am certain he is locked in, I strip him to his tighty whities. Usually, I would see at least a hint of a bulge, but there is nothing. So smooth!

Does It Even Count As A Cock?

I pat between his legs and laugh because there doesn’t seem to be anything there. Pulling down his last scrap of clothing, I see what looks more light switch than cock. I pull out a magnifying glass to emphasize his decreasing manhood. “Come on! It’s not that small!” He is begging me to stop picking on him, but that is not really how I work.

I pull out tweezers and lift the very small dick up. “Oh, yes… this skin tag is your dick?” Kwell is red and furious, so I crush it under my index finger. He sucks his lip in and bites. “Not only a small dick, but you’re a little bitch, too.” I grab him by the hair and force him on his back, so I can bend and twist this little man-clit. I almost forget my reasons for being here but regain composure. Pulling out a tiny g-string, I dangle it above his face. “We both know who I am here for. You can either tell me where he is, or you can show the whole world that tiny cock in this pretty princess g-string. Up to you, Kwell.”

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