Hell week: day 1

You wake with a start, having not slept well the night before, or for the last three days really. You got what you wanted. You're the third string quarterback. Of course, that means today begins your hell week. You dress yourself slowly, making sure to wear a pair of plain green boxers, and cinching your belt extra tight. After mentally preparing yourself, you make your way outside, where you immediately see the large man from the locker room, who you later learned was named Rick Buchowski. You try to make your way past him, but he doesn't seem to notice, as he throws an arm around your shoulders, and starts walking with you.

"Hey there Brent! Good to see you. I trust you remember what day it is."

You sigh, and continue walking, hoping that you'll wake up, and it'll just be a dream.

"That's right. It's the first day of the worst week of your life! I'll bet you're wondering what I've got cooked up. Well, I'm starting out easy, but I'm still pretty proud of this one." From his back pocket, he produces a rolled up, white t-shirt. When he unfurls it,. you see the words "ask me about my tiny penis" scrawled across the front in permanent marker.

"You have to be kidding me." you say, knowing that he is categorically not kidding you.

"Nope. You're wearing this baby all day. Not only that, but if someone asks you about your tiny penis, you have to answer them. Go it?"

You consider resisting, but you remember that Rick has that picture of you on his phone, and you grab the t-shirt, quickly pulling it over your torso.

"There you go. Alright, well I'm sure you have a class to get to. I'll check in with you at lunch, see how your days going. Stay hydrated." with that, Rick heads off in a different direction, leaving you to stew, as you walk across campus.

You notice most people turn and stare, and a number of them laugh. You try your best to ignore it, as you go through chemistry and Eastern European History. It isn't until you get to the cafeteria that a couple of tall girls, likely juniors or seniors, stop you to get a look at your shirt. One of them is a busty redhead dressed in a tight sweat and a short plaid skirt. The other is a tall, leggy blonde in a red sun dress.

"So," the blonde giggles "What's with the shirt?"

"Oh...yeah that. It's just a thing the football team is making me do. It's not often a freshman makes the team, and they like to haze them a bit. No big deal." You try to play it off, and it seems to work, as they both look slightly impressed about you making the team.

"So you don't really have a tiny penis?" the redhead asks, bringing a slight blush to your cheeks.

"Naw. It's just a stupid joke." It's then that you hear a voice from behind you that causes your jaw to hit your chest. It's Rick.

"Brent! My boy! What did I tell you?! Why are you lying to these poor girls?"

"Oh god, please no." you whisper under your breath, but he already has one arm around your shoulders. The other reaches into his pocket pulling out his phone.

"I think you ladies might be interested in this." He brings up the picture of you in the shower, your usually small cock shrunken even more so by the cold water. There's a moment of silence, and then both the girls break out in shrieks of laughter.

"Oh my god!" gasps the redhead "My ten year old brother has a bigger dick than you. Holy shit!"

"Good god, it's like this big!" Yells the blonde, holding her thumb and forefinger less than an inch apart. "It's like a little worm!"

The girls walk away, still trying to compose themselves, as Rick slides his phone back into his pocket. "All you had to do was listen man. Now I gotta make tomorrow that much harder." He the heads off, leaving you to stew in your humiliation.