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Uncontrolled convulsions contrasting Sugary’s bashful demeanour struck the grounded Lou with terror. Her laughter bolstered her friends’ enjoyment, their trancelike bewilderment abiding by her hysterics.

He looked down, **** at the sight.

Or lack thereof.

So shrunken was his nub that his groin was a bushy mound. If not for his bullocks lying there, he would have resembled an unkempt woman. A finer point which went unnoticed by Sultry, the first to recover from the laughing fit.

“At least his fruit basket appears intact.”

“Which isn’t much if you only got nuts and no banana,” bellowed Gravelly through her snickers, “Damn, he looks as confused as us! You didn’t always have a pussy?!”

Lou flinched, before noticing Sugary had rushed over to their locked rooms.

“Where are you going, girl?!” Gravelly shouted, “I would have thought he’d be perfect for you.”

Sugary tittered some more before entering the room. Sultry approached Lou, kneeling before him. She simpered, giving him a wink before poking her index finger in his bush. He jerked back, tensing while she bobbled her single digit hither and thither before locating his penile glans. She pushed, causing the young man to moan at top volume.

“Found it,” Sultry spoke.

She gave a contemptuous smile towards Gravelly, who, in little to no time, fell to the ground in fits.

“Keep it there!” exclaimed Sugary, who returned.

Her grip enveloped various toiletries and supplies. She sat before the jock’s open legs, giggling again when Sultry’s second push made the young man jar against the wall.

“Girl, what you’re doing?” questioned Gravelly, once Sugary pulled out a small aerosol can.

She shook the container, spraying the cool white foam on to Lou’s groin.

“Stop! What the fuck?!” he shouted, more out of fear than anger, while the smiling woman lathered his entire crotch.

He did his best to pull away, but with nowhere to go he bore brunt of her soft touches. The second time someone, beside himself, had touched him there since adulthood. The first being the sultry vixen who poked his mushroom cap minutes ago. Gravelly continued her mirthful cries while her friend pulled out a razor from its packaging. A broader smile decorated her face before answering Lou’s question.

“Finding your banana! Now stop moving unless you want an accident.”

Lou stiffened; his thoughts echoed by Sultry.

“Hardly anything there to begin with.”

“Which is why you need to keep your finger right there so I don’t cut off the wrong thing!”

All three ladies laughed for an umpteenth time.

Shame and nauseated derision contorted Lou’s face, dreading the outcome. His blood pounded against his ears as the blade rolled along through the dense blondes blanketing his groin. His tan skin variegated red blemishes from head to toe, knowing all he could do was stay there with clenched fists as the women’s engrossment on his crotch amplified in their search to find the rest of his familial jewels. He moaned again, pleasure inflaming his nerves once Gravelly, the third woman to touch him, teased his balls and sensitive glans in their continued interests.

Lou’s breathing hastened, the poundings of his chest and head emerging harder and harrowed with each pubic hair lopped off. For so long he wished he could show another woman his package. To be viewed as an object of sexual desire. A modern beefcake sex symbol.

But here, these ladies thought of him a joke.

A commodity to play with and then tear down. To humiliate and shame while they derived carnal gratification. Gratification from his small dick. Tiny prick. A micro cock that hundreds upon hundreds already saw. Despite every attempt from prepubescence until now to bury this secret with him. A cock so small it alienated the only person he ever loved. Who looked at him as a repugnant stain on masculinity. So nanoscopic it demoted his status with his best friend. Who saw him as a pitiable and pathetic cuck instead of a bro. What if this got out?! What if others discovered how worthless he truly was? A guy to point and laugh at rather than respect and celebrate. A man to dismiss and mock rather than love and fuck.

A man--

A wimp--

A...

“Oh...Oh my god. I think he’s getting hard!” exclaimed Sultry.

Gravelly pursed her lips, kneading his runty staff before pulling her fingers at once.

“What?! You’re getting off on this, baby dick?!”

Lou clenched his jaws, heat pouring from his core. A strangled gasp escaped him. Unable to bear the sight of his naked groin where his erection stood proud and untrammelled. The singular inch powerful enough to pull Sultry away, but not before measuring her pinkie against his stub.

“Smaller than a newborn!”

“Shit, now he looks like one!” shouted Gravelly.

Lou’s chest tightened, acknowledging the verity of her harsh words. With no hair, his boner looked all the more infantile. Not unmanly, but epicene. Befuddlement whether what he possessed for years was, in reality, an enlarged clit. This only vivified his arousal while all three women took sight of his inch potency. A clear, viscous bead formed at the tip of his glans, making Sultry shake her head. No longer amused, just malcontent.

“Something wrong?” questioned Sugary, to where Sultry gave both her and Lou deliberate glances. A glance that lingered long on Lou’s hardened nub that twitched and twitched, which bombarded him with chastening pangs.

“Is there anything that isn’t,” she responded, amusing Sugary and Gravelly, “I rather entertain myself with a real man.”

Lou mumbled.

He was a real man!

Did his core worth really depend on dick size?

“Yes,” said Gravelly, “He’s much better looking than other fuck boys, but his sausage...”

His insides burned even more, but why did he feel so aroused. Why did his cock writhe while leaking his seed? Did he enjoy being made fun of for his...dinky dick?

“Why don’t you jerk him off?” questioned Gravelly to Sugary, “he needs it.”

“He’s less intimidating than before,” added Sultry.

Sugary’s contriteness shrouded her expression, especially when observing the blubbering man and his fidgeting, self-lubricated boner.

“It feels...illegal.”

“Seriously?!” answered Gravelly, “you’re the one that shaved him!”

“Yeah, but to help him find his penis. He seemed as confused as we were.”

Lou shuddered at their renewed mirth, his erection tensing further and tightening sac rising closer to his body.

“But didn’t you enjoy small dicks?”

Sugary’s expression turned to shock, her widened gaze piercing her friend.

“I prefer smaller! Seven inches minimum.”

Gravelly chortled, glancing at the worsening Lou. Well, more accurately, his tiny todger.

“Sounds like size does matter, little fella. Ladies only prefer the big ones.”

Sugary scrambled for words, realising the impact of her comment on the somewhat silent Lou. The jock struggled to hide his ragged breaths, given his mounting arousal. After a minute contending with her friend’s amusement at her expense, she pulled a rubber band from her toiletries, placing it around Lou’s inch.

“Why don’t you touch him?!” exclaimed the laughing Gravelly.

“Because it looks like a minor!” yelled Sugary, continuing the other women’s entertainment.

In seconds, his ass flexed and his arms and legs tensed. She kneaded the elastic with her thumb and index fingers. The curved caresses augmenting each breath he took, filling him with a complicating desire, further fanning the flames of his integrity. He twisted and squirmed with ardour, wanting this perverse itch to go away. His sex life now amounted to fucking a rubber band while three drunk women had their way with him. He moaned, his heart pounding faster upon surely, but slowly, nearing ejaculatory inevitability. No longer did he pay attention to the amused ladies who long dismissed him as a sexual object in favour of a craven schlemiel.

No.

He found himself revisiting his fantasies with Debbie.

The one where he would remove his bygone prosthetic to reveal his true self.

The one where her plaintive expression would brighten as her thick lips pulled into a gentle smile.

But instead of acceptance, he discovered her joy warping into ridicule as she pointed and laughed at his bald boyhood.

“Where is it?!” she would cry aloud, flicking his tiny erection as if to confirm its existence, “it’s so small!”

“So tiny,” said another voice.

“Worthless. Not manly at all,” spoke one more.

“I can’t believe I thought you were such a big shot!”

“You had us all fooled!”

“Man, just finish it off, you’re pathetic.”

And so, Lou did.

Arousal washed over him once he took his boner between his two fingers and pumped away. In his overwhelming sensual thrill, he moaned and groaned, responding to the many reproaches both imaginative and real.

Was he faking it the entire time...

“I was...huff huff...I was...huff huff...I don’t have a big cock. I have a tiny, tiny dick.”

C’mon dude! You don’t need both hands. A finger’s enough!

“You’re right...huff huff...so right...huff huff...I only need my fingers to jerk my teeny weenie...only real men use their hands!”

I didn’t know they came in such size.

“They do...huff huff...and I am so fucking embarrassed...huff huff...but I love when you laugh at me! I love when you tease my micro cock.”

His erection hardened like steel, contracting while warmth pooled at the base where his balls swelled and rose. His glans flared, colour deepening and pumping pre-ejaculate, which made each masturbatory tug as swift as it was tantalising. From his large, rounded buttocks down to his thick, hardy thighs, his muscles all tautened, leaning towards the precipice of no return.

Lou Smallwood, what happened to your dick?!

“It never grew! I waited and waited and it never grew!”

Lou Smallwood, what happened to your dick?!

“It stayed small! It’s pathetic, just like me!”

Lou, what are you doing?!

“I’m jerking off my tiny cock! My sad tiny cock that no one wants...my...I...I’m...fuck...I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna NGHHHHH!”

Glistening and viscid white ropes sent forth from the inch-sized pistol. One after the other, with a volume unexpected for its size. He sighed, enclasping the explosive euphoria unequalled to all prior manual stimulations as his cum bespattered his arms, chest, abdomen and face. The high he experienced in that moment provided a boundless reprieve from the humiliation and shame he felt just a few moments ago, but only for those precious seconds.

“Smallwood?!”

Debbie?

He opened his eyes--now realising he had closed them--noting that outside of a few articles, such as the razor, the drunken women were gone. Except in their place, standing a few feet across from him, were Debbie, Alex and Tristian. At once, anxiety overloaded him, particularly when he saw the distinctive disgust clouding Debbie’s face. She heaved, raising her hand in front of her face before turning and running away. Alex and Tristian fell into hysterics, clasping each other shoulders while they mimicked his two-finger strokes.

“Come back, Debbie! Hahaha. We have to apolohahaha.”

They saw everything!

They heard everything!!!

Lou’s speech garbled, his mind rummaging for a response.

A justification!

Bro, I was just joshing! Alright?! Being stupid!

But as they pushed on with their mockery, he, at best, could focus on the sudden swirling of the hallway, motioning faster and faster around him while each man imparted fleeting looks. Alex baulked, rushing over to his friend and grabbing his arms.

“C’mon bro, there are plenty ladies that want your teeny weenie! Bro?! Bro?!!!”

Yet by this moment, Lou’s vision had already darkened while he struggled to listen. Though in the fullness of time, he gave up and accepted the hard truth. Not only was he a worthless micro cuck. He was a debauched degenerate who ejaculated before his lifelong crush, best friend, and victorious rival.

Not only had he failed, his life was over.

And there was nothing he could do.

“At least when I waited Lou...it grew...”

Fuck.

Tristian’s chuckles dissolved into obscurity as Lou lost all consciousness.