The small (Sarah's sadistic scheme)

Smirking to herself, Sarah scooped up the five condoms labeled with an S, lifted up the corner of her mattress, and threw them underneath it. There, between the mattress and the bedframe, they would be completely unnoticeable to anyone but herself. Unlike with retrieving the hairbrush, she didn't have an exact plan in mind for why she had done this, but she just had the sense that this subterfuge might come in handy later.

Closing the drawer again, Sarah twirled the hairbrush around in one hand and headed for the door. Everything was in place exactly where she wanted it to be, and now she had a game to get back to. She took the journey back to the living room easy, until she reached the halfway point of the stairs again. There, she once more changed up her tone.

"Sorry, I'm back, I'm back," she shouted, switching gears and thudding quickly down the remainder of the steps to act like she had actually been in a hurry. Abruptly, she was reminded that she wasn’t wearing a bra, as her heavy chest bounced so vigorously that she was worried she might hit herself in the face.

With her free hand, she caught both of her boobs, and held them both with her arm like a makeshift bra until she reached the bottom of the stairs. After that she allowed her titties to hang free again, the pair of them bouncing readily back into their naturally perky shape. Now happily bare chested again, Sarah finished off the final leg of her trip, and breezed through the living room door.

"So sorry I took so long, I just could not find a comb," she apologized again, striding quickly around the room as she spoke. One hand pulled out the long red curtain of her hair to one side, whilst the other drove the hairbrush through it.

Pulling out knots had just been her excuse to leave the room and get the brush, but her hair was actually getting a bit tangled. Something about sweat, cum, and the rising steaminess of the game had a profoundly negative effect on her luscious locks, even if she personally liked all three of those things.

As she walked, she took stock of everyone else in the room. None of them had moved much since she had left them, but they had clearly all spent their time waiting differently. Tom and Miranda had cuddled even closer together, with Miranda's foot now resting on top of his, ignorant or apathetic to how spreading her legs was showing off her wet snatch.

John and Nicole had passed their time by sulking, John at the sight of the cute couple opposite, and Nicole at his total obliviousness. The only person who looked truly glad to see her was Matt, who sat up at her approach like a needy puppy. Rather than giving him a warm greeting like he had probably hoped for, Sarah span on her heel and let herself fall backwards, directly on to his crotch.

The instant low groan he gave, the lowest sound she'd heard him make all night, confirmed that she'd been right on target with her big ass. There might have been a lot of padding on her booty, but no amount of cushion could take the full sting out of a flush shot to the balls.

"Ohh, I'm sorry Matt, did I land on you too hard? Gosh, I'm such a ditz," she hissed, turning her head to look at him as she spoke. When she saw that he was practically grey in the face from the blow she hurriedly went back to combing her hair again, using that as a red veil to hide her grin from him.

"I can't believe you made us wait just so you could get a hairbrush," Miranda chimed in from the other side of the room, unaware of how her friend had just crushed Matt's balls. "You're such a diva," she teased from beneath Tom's arm.

"You know you love it," Sarah fired back, blowing her friend a kiss as she continued to brush her silken hair. "Besides," she continued, "it's not my fault that looking this good takes so much work!" The hand with the hairbrush gestured to her perfect figure as she spoke, and she even puffed her ample chest out for emphasis. Stray red locks framing her full breasts gave her an appearance reminiscent of Aphrodite.

"Anyway, I'm back now, and it's still my turn," Sarah said, putting down her hairbrush for a second. "The name I drew is still right here," she pointed to the scrap of paper on the arm of the chair, "no one touched it while I was gone, right?"

There was a moment of silence as Miranda, Tom, and John all looked at each other in confusion, evidently having not paid attention to the slip since she left. Only Nicole confidently shook her head, having been a stickler for the rules even while the game was on a break. “Thank you, Nicole. I knew I could rely on you,” Sarah smiled at her.

“Rely on you to be a rule following buzzkill,” she thought silently to herself.

Another sickly groan from behind distracted Sarah from her mean thoughts. Turning around again, she saw Matt was still green around the gills, and his face had practically crumpled behind his glasses like a pasty piece of paper. Obviously, his crushed nuts were still affecting him. An unathletic guy like him, he probably wasn't used to bumps or injuries of any kind.

"Are you okay Matt? I didn't mean to squish you so bad," Sarah whispered to him, doing her best to keep her voice level.

"I-i-it's f-fine," he stuttered worse than usual, "m-my you-know-what just n-needs a minute,"

"Maybe I can kiss it better later," she patronized him, patting him on the head like he was a little kid. His eyes went dark again at her words, the **** smile tumbling from his face. Clearly, he was remembering when she had kissed Tom's extra-big boo-boo better, and he did not appreciate the reminder. Sarah did, however, as it prompted her to give Matt the dare she'd had planned for him since she walked out.

"I know exactly what will make you feel better," she whispered to him one final time, before turning to face everyone else again. They were still waiting, somewhat impatiently, for her to finish talking to Matt and give her dare. Fortunately for them, and for her, the long wait was now over.

"The name I drew was Matt," she announced, picking up her earlier chosen scrap and showing it to everyone, just in case anyone doubted her. Beneath her, she felt his legs twitch in nervous apprehension.

"Matt," she said, turning to face him again, but this time still talking in a normal speaking voice. "I know what will make you feel better for sure," she grinned, even as he gulped, "I dare you to show everyone what you showed me in my bedroom."

Matt's eyes went so wide as to completely fill the space behind his glasses, the green tinge finally leaving his face as all color ran out of his cheeks. His mouth fell open to protest, but once more his stutter betrayed him, leaving his lips moving without a sound coming out.

While he was still stunned, Sarah slid happily from his lap and forcibly pulled him to his feet, easily overpowering the puny nerd even as he tried to sink backwards into his own shadow. All eyes were on the pair of them as he hauled him upright, something that Sarah didn't mind, but it made Matt's hands clammy even as she lifted him.

Once he was up, Sarah held him by the wrists and span him around, throwing herself back into his seat as she let go. The momentum of her spin carried Matt halfway round again, so that he came to a stop facing outwards, towards his curious captive audience. Standing there, in just his boxers, with all eyes burning into him, must have been like one of his nightmares come to life.

Already, his prey instincts were going into overdrive, his body hunched defensively, and his head darted from left to right, as if he was looking for an escape. The only thing he didn't seem to be doing, was completing his dare. His hands remained trembling at his sides, torn between covering his crotch, and going to his waistband.

Sarah gave him a second to complete his dare himself, and then another, but when it became clear after five seconds that he wasn't moving, she decided to take matters into her own hands. From behind him, she reached forward to grab the elasticated waistband of his boxers on either side of his hips.

"Here, do it like this!" She shouted, before wrenching her hands down.

Seated behind him, all she saw was far too much of his bony backside, the palest full moon that she had ever seen. In front of Matt, however, John, Miranda, Tom, and Nicole, all received a much more shocking view.

For a full audience, his one inch cock was on full display. If Sarah landing on it had deflated it a little, she would never have been able to tell. It was still exceedingly tiny, small enough that she could have hidden it with her thumb if she wanted to. Matt was still too in shock from Sarah suddenly yanking down his boxers to do anything, so rather than hiding his shame, he simply stood stock still (except for his nervous trembling.)

"Go on, strut your stuff like a Peacock!" Sarah "encouraged" him again. This time, the heel of her hand met the small of his back, pushing him further into the center of the room so everyone could get a better look at his mini dick. His teeny tiny tackle twitched tempestuously, like a **** prey animal trying to make itself look bigger.

The fact this his balls were mostly normal sized did little to help his cock, the contrast between them and his inch long shaft only made him look smaller. Leaning around him, Sarah grinned maliciously when she saw that everyone was staring in open mouthed shock at Matt's pathetic prick, even his so called friends.

The silence of their confusion or surprise wore on, and on, and on. Through it all, Matt was unable to cover himself. It was like he had fallen into a catatonic state, still upright on his feet, paralyzed by fear or humiliation.

Grabbing the hairbrush from the couch, Sarah wrapped her hand around it's jagged bristles, and squeezed hard. This was the real reason she had brought it downstairs, so she could squeeze it in her grasp to suppress her giggles, burying it's points in her palm in a **** attempt to keep a straight face.

As the silence dragged on, Sarah wondered if the spell Matt's dick had apparently cast would ever break. Just when she thought her friends might have all been stunned forever, they finally began to react.

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