Big Day for a Little Man

“Sure he’s cute, but you don’t want cute, I’m telling you!”

Fucking Aubrey. You never understood how someone so nice as Abby could be friends with the absolute bitch named Aubrey. You follow the two women, which isn’t all bad since they have stellar asses, pumped up by their high heels. Both women wear amazing low-cut sundresses that bind at the hips to show those stellar hips, then flare to flow behind them.

Aubrey’s is black like her straight, shoulder-length hair with silly skulls. The cartoon skulls contrast the dark, serious skulls that float up her arms. You’ve seen her in her bra before, which earned you a sharp smack, but you know her full black and grey sleeves full of skulls, demons, naked women and horror movie killers all connected by tendrils of smoke connect on her back in a large pentagram. You worry for those kids she teaches.

Abby’s is white with cherries just as red as her hair that she has in her natural loose ringlets flowing down to her mid back.

“And I’m telling you, it’s good that I have a cutie like him because we recently found out that Jack wants to be cucked by a big cock.”

“Abby?” I hiss, looking around at the other patrons in the mall.

“No one cares,” Abby said.

“This guy’s a cuck,” Aub announced, but only a couple heads turned before going back to their own business.

“See?” Abby smiled.

“So, you… um… found a bull?” Aub’s eyes shifted to me as her lips curved in a smile.

What a fucking bitch. You grimace and frown. You want to wonder off so you don’t need to hear this shit but you remember what Abby said this morning. “Stay next to me all day like a cute little cuck and I’ll make sure you get a nice big reward.” Cute little cuck… Jesus! What is your life turning into? And why is your dick so hard? Ever since that talk this morning, you can’t seem to get rid of it. Do you really want to be cucked? Was Abby right, that this is just a fantasy that you never knew you had before now?

“Oh yeah! I found a good one. Very Mr. Grey, if you know what I mean. He drove me home last night. You saw him, didn’t you, Jack?”

“What? No… Not really, his lights were too bright.”

“Oh, that’s too bad. I would have invited him in, but he couldn’t stay.”

“Invited him in?” You mean to only think it but the words fall from your mouth before you can stop them.

“Yeah, so you two could meet. Don’t worry, we’ll see him later today or tomorrow. Oh, look at this, Aub!”

Abby pulls out a black cocktail dress and lays it on her chest to show Aub. You see the price tag and your eyes pop.

“Isn’t that a bit much?”

“Don’t worry, it’s covered,” Abby says. “Jack says he’ll pay for anything we want today.”

“I didn’t say that. I don’t…” You swallow your words but Abby looks at you like a cat looking at a canary.

“You don’t what?” she asks.

“You know.”

“Say it.”

You swallow hard. “I don’t have any money.”

“That’s right, because you’re a cute little bitch.” She pinches your cheek and smiles at you like you’re the cutest thing she’s ever laid eyes on. “But I wasn’t talking about you. My new friend. Our bull. His name actually happens to be Jack, too. And he’s loaded. Big body, big car, big house.”

“Big house?” you ask. “You’ve seen his house?”

“Yeah, of course. So, to avoid confusion, we’re calling him Jack, while we call you little Jack.”

“I’ve been calling him little since the day I met him,” Aubrey says. She laughs at the scowl you shoot her before returning her attention to Abby. “It’s nice. I think we need something with a little more sex though. The length is good, but it’s not going to show your chest enough.”

Abby looks at the dress and frowns. “Yeah. I want eye popping.”

“No,” Aubrey corrects. “You want dick hardening.”

“Well, let’s go somewhere else. You know how hard it is to shop for me. There’s this place I’ve always wanted to go, but never had the money for it. Lacy Jay’s.”

“Oh, Jack must be really loaded if he can afford that.”

“I’ll text him just to make sure it’s okay. Little Jack, go bring the car around.” She flicks a finger in the direction of the car and then focuses on her phone.

“You’ve been dismissed.” Aubrey shoots you a look with a raised brow as if she dares you to challenge her.

You scurry off to get the car.

***

Lacy Jay’s is a high-end dress shop known for making specialty dresses. That fucking cocktail dress had cost four-hundred bucks, these dresses start at four-grand. At least you get to see Abby and Aubrey naked!

“Get out,” Aubrey says.

“What?”

“You heard her,” Abby says, still glued to her phone as she texts that other Jack. “If I have to say it again, you’ll wait in the car. If you want to see us in the dresses while we’re here, you’ll wait outside.”

“Okay.”

“That’s not an answer I accept, little Jack.”

You swallow what little pride you have left. “Yes, Ma’am.”

“That’s better. Go wait in the car.”

You almost shout a complaint but you hold back and nod.

All the women smirk at you. Abby, Aubrey, even Vicky and Esmerelda the seamstresses. When you close the door behind you, they burst into laughter that slaps you across the face.

You watch some YouTube vids while waiting in the car when you get a text from Abby.

Abby: You can go home. We have a ride picking us up.

You: Is it Jack?

Abby: Yep.

You sit there for a minute looking at the screen. Holy fuck. She’s already found a bull. One night out and she’s cucked me. You look down at your dick. The bulge in your pant’s isn’t quite noticeable but you feel hard enough to cut glass.

You: Have you seen his dick?

Abby: He doesn’t have a dick, he has a big thick cock. One sec.

If she’s already seen it, the chances that she’s already done something are really high.

“God damn it,” you groan as your dick throbs.

A picture comes through. Holy fucking fuck. It’s a giant cock. Running alongside the big, veiny meat stick is a tape measure, showing the cock just under fifteen inches. I stare at it in disbelief. That’s not possible. Dicks that big don’t really exist. It’s all just porn tricks. Certain camera angles and lighting to make a dick look crazy big, or just super realistic dildos, there’s no way!

Abby: That’s a real man’s cock. You have a cute little dicklett, but Jack has a big cock.

Abby: Go home. Get in bed and jack off to it. Text me when you start.

Jack off to it? She can’t be serious.

You: What do you mean jack off to it? I’m not into cocks.

Abby: Be honest. Are you hard right now?

Your cock… Well, after seeing this giant you can’t really call yours a cock anymore, but certainly not dicklett! You have a dick, an average, okay, slightly smaller than average, dick. Which is rock hard right now.

You: No.

Abby: DO NOT LIE TO ME!! I fucking hate it when you lie little Jack!

You: Okay sorry! I’m fucking hard.

Abby: That’s better. Go home and jack off to it. I want you to imagine he’s in me. I want you to imagine him right there in our bedroom lining up to stick that man meat in me. And I want to hear you beg him to fuck me. DO NOT ARGUE WITH ME!! Make sure you’re loud enough that the security cameras can hear. Now go!!

You start the car without texting back and head home. You can’t believe it. You thought you had time. You thought you could worm your way out of this nightmare, but it’s already too late.

You’ve been cucked.