Jake likes to compare

Jake towers over you, the takeout forgotten. “Strip,” he orders, voice calm but commanding. You hesitate, cheeks flaming, but the algorithm’s conditioning kicks in—obedience feels good. The towel drops. Your soft little dicklette, barely three inches hard on a good day, twitches under his stare. Jake laughs, low and genuine.

“Jesus, it really is tiny. No wonder you built a whole AI to humiliate it.” He unzips his jeans and pulls out his cock—thick, veiny, easily eight inches even soft, heavy balls swinging. It dwarfs yours completely.

“This is what a real dick looks like, beta.”He makes you kneel. “Compare.” Your face inches from his superior manhood while he strokes it lazily to full hardness. Ten inches of throbbing meat now pulses in front of you, precum beading at the tip.

“See how yours just shrinks more? Pathetic.” The next week he weaponizes your algorithm. He logs into your laptop with the password he guessed from your browser autofill and tweaks the code himself—adding new triggers that activate whenever he’s home. Every morning you wake to a hypno file he queued: “Jake’s alpha cock owns your mind. Your clit exists to be compared and laughed at.”He starts bringing dates home. First is a curvy brunette named Mia. Jake texts you from the living room: “Living room. Now. Panties only.” You shuffle in wearing the frilly pink pair the algorithm demanded that day. Mia’s eyes widen, then she giggles. Jake pulls her onto his lap, cock already bulging in his shorts. “Babe, meet my roommate. Show her.”

You’re **** to drop your panties. Mia covers her mouth, laughing outright. “Oh my god, it’s so small! Like a little button.” Jake grins, fishing his massive cock out for her to stroke. “Compare them side by side, sissy.” Your shriveled dicklette looks laughable next to his. He makes you hold them together while Mia snaps pictures “for the algorithm’s next evolution.”

Night after night he repeats it—different girls, same ritual. One blonde even rides him on the couch while you watch from the floor, your own hands locked behind your back by the new voice command he programmed: “Freeze and leak when real men fuck.”

Jake cums deep inside her, then makes you clean the creampie from her pussy with your tongue while she coos about how cute your “little clitty” is. “Your AI was cute,” he tells you later, feeding you the updated script. “But I’m the upgrade. Every date gets to see exactly why you’ll never satisfy a woman.” By month’s end your measurements have dropped another quarter inch under the constant public humiliation. Jake just smirks, cock swinging as he heads out for another hookup. “Keep evolving, beta. I’m nowhere near done using you.”