Hunter's Humiliation

I went back to my room and sat on the bed. The matter with Mom was settled, and I'd learned a few things in the process. Now that my dear brother had no chance of counting on our mother's support, I could begin his slow journey to the land of eternal humiliation. I started thinking about what to write first. I already knew that the more precise I was, the better for me. After thinking it over, a sadistic smile appeared on my face. I reached for the phone and began to type.

"Hunter Knox's penis suddenly shrinks to 2 inches when erect. Everyone who finds out about it will think he always had such a small dick, and they will take his explanations as a pathetic attempt to keep hiding the truth. Hunter Knox will remember how it was before."

I hit "send" and lay down on the bed. Now all I had to do was wait. If my dear brother acted like he always did, I wouldn't have to wait long to hear a symphony of laughter and tears. I didn't have to wait long. He was always in such a hurry to bag another chick. First, I heard hysterical, feminine laughter. God. I didn't know girls could laugh that hard at anything. Then came screams full of despair, rage, and disbelief. I couldn't resist. I got up and headed for the door. When I opened it, I saw his "trophy" walking down the hallway, unable to stop laughing. She stopped next to me and placed a hand on my shoulder.

- Sorry, scaredy-cat. - she said, wiping away a tear. - I thought you were pathetic, but what I just saw outdid you a hundred times over.

A moment later, my brother ran out, naked from the waist down. I blinked in surprise and almost burst out laughing myself. What was dangling between his legs looked like a mature earthworm.

- I wonder how he pees. - I mused out loud. - Does he use tweezers, or tiny pliers?

The girl started laughing again. She leaned against me. Caught off guard, I stumbled backward, and she fell on top of me.

- Mmmm… - she murmured suddenly. - You're definitely not a little boy. - She began rubbing my bulge.

- That's right. - I smiled. - I've got quite a scepter. - I pushed her off me. - But I'm not sure I should show it to you. - I gave her a sly smile. - Maybe another time.

She sighed in frustration. I understood her, in a way. She'd come here to get laid, and now nothing was happening.

- See you another time. - she said, pecking me on the cheek, and stood up.

I sighed inwardly. I'd always wondered how my brother picked up chicks so easily and never had any trouble with it. Now I understood. They just wanted to get laid. Nothing more. After a moment, I got up and headed to the kitchen. When I walked in, I was greeted by a rather pleasant, though unusual sight. My dear brother, missing his lower garments, was sitting on the floor, holding his cheek. Mom must have slapped him hard.

- What's going on? - I asked curiously.

- Nothing, my master. - she replied, glaring angrily at Hunter. - This poor excuse for a son came running in, whining that something shrunk his micro penis. Give me a break. - She hit him with a dishrag. - You can tell those fairy tales to your buddies, not to your own mother.

- Master? - he blinked in confusion. - Mom. Why are you calling this wimp and loser 'master'?

- Shut up. - she hit him with a hook to the other cheek.

No doubt about it. Mom must have trained something in her youth. You don't land a punch like that blindly.

- For all these years, I believed you were the better of my children. I was so blind and stupid, but that's over now. - she frowned.

Seriously. If looks could kill, hers would have disintegrated him.

- From today on, you will show your brother the respect he deserves. He is now the master of this house. - she declared, then went back to making dinner.

He sat there, staring with a look of utter disbelief. His tiny brain couldn't process what had just happened.

Poor guy had no idea this was only the beginning.