Tommy's Butthole Buffet

Title: Tommy's Butthole Buffet
Author: Baconface
Link: http://baconface8.tumblr.com/post/77601616867/tommys-butthole-buffet-nc-gangbang-rimming

The sun was just setting as the many high schoolers with cars began piling into the parking lot. The Shack was a burger joint situated right on the cusp between the Portsmuth and St. Daniels, and they got the combined patronage of both schools. Things were a bit hectic right now; the Snow Hawks had just won the latest in a long line of unprecedented games, and had made it to the state championships. Their opponents, the Rams, had likewise enjoyed a streak of victories.

Tom was the captain of the Snow Hawks. He had a messy mop of brown hair, and was of medium build. Sinewy. Boyish. He was full of himself, and everyone, even his teammates, knew it. He stepped into the restaurant, accompanied by his teammates. He wore a pale blue football jersey and tattered jeans.

“Championships!” grinned Tom as everyone on their team raised their glasses, full of soda.

“To Championships!” they cried as they took all took a drink. Tom smiled, looking around at his team, proud of all of them. He was proud of how hard they’d worked this season. Then again, he’d forced them to practice day after day, but it’d been worth it.

Eric, the team captain of the Rams, their opponent in the championship walked in with his team. Eric was hot by most standards; short brown hair and shining blue eyes. Burly physique. Tom couldn’t help but feel a little intimidated.

“Heyyy Buddy” grinned Eric; his tan skin gleaming across the lights of the restraunt.

“Uh, Hey,” said Tom politely.

He knew that Eric was the primary thing standing between him and the state championships. Possibly even a draft by the NFL. He strained to smile politely, tensing as Eric warmly patted him on the shoulder.

“So,” said Eric, smiling. “I hear you guys have enjoyed a pretty long winning streak. You’re lucky, you played against some tough competetion!”

Tom turned, furrowing his brow. “It wasn’t luck, Eric. My team worked hard. I worked hard. Don’t try and shit on our parade.”

Eric chuckled, raising his hands in mock recoil.

“Whoa whoa, chief! It’s just an expression. You know, break a leg and all that. I think it’s gonna be pretty close this Friday,” Tom set his glass down as Eric drank deeply.

“I wouldn’t be so sure, Eric. The way you barely touched the Spartans, it’s a wonder we’re even talking right now.”

“Its not a wonder,” smirked Eric. “It is a wonder, however, how you got here.”

“We worked hard and we trained, just like I told you,” said Tom.

“Sure sure.” said Eric dismissively.

“We have. I’d bet anything that we kick your ass on Friday,” said Tom.

“Anything?” Asked Eric, an evil smile on his face. He placed his hands on the table, looming over Tom.

“Fine, If we win; which we will. You have to streak, naked through your school with Rams are Better written across your chest.”

Tom scowled, then stood up suddenly. Both teams seemed to surge forward towards them, the conflict drawing them in.

"Listen, asshole! If you win, I will personally clean the assholes of every guy at Walled Lake High with my tongue!”

The two crowds were stunned into silence. Eric simply crossed his arms, wearing a shit-eating grin.

“Really now?”

“Yeah!” spat Tom. “And not only that, I’ll eat the cum of every boy in your stupid fucking school too. You man enough for those terms, pussy?”

Eric’s smile dropped a bit. The team was murmuring behind him like a chorus of obedient monkeys. This was serious. Whoever lost would be utterly obliterated. Humiliated. They would stand in the eternal halls of athletic failure. Cum Breath. Shit Stains. These were only a handful of the names they would endure for the rest of their lives unless they moved out of state as soon as possible.

“Deal,” said Eric, smiling calmly, taking another swig of his root beer. Tom blinked, momentarily taken aback.

“W-what?” gulped Tom. Both teams were grinning now.

“Deal, as nn ‘I accept your terms.’ With everyone watching, neither of us can pussy out now, bitch.”

The burly rams captain chugged his soda calmly before turning back to a stunned Tom.

“On Friday we’ll exchange collateral to make sure we actually do the bet when we lose. Wouldn’t want anyone to chicken out, now would we?” said Eric warmly.

“N-no..” gulped Tom. He realized what kind of mistake he had just made. He turned to his team, trying to maintain the illusion of confidence.

“Listen up guys! 3 hours of practice, every day until the finals!” shouted Tom. A sea of groans lit up the room.

“Come on; I don’t want to lose. So practice, practice practice!” he said. The team sighed and nodded. Eric saw an opening then. If Tom’s team decided to throw the game due to Tom’s harsh leadership, Eric would have this in the bag. He chuckled, ordering another root beer.

Tom was bucking, his head between his legs in unyielding, boiling dread.

He had lost. It wasn’t even close. They had lost by over two touchdowns. He could still feel his knees digging into the sod not but an hour ago; he could remember wailing and pounding on the ground in terror. His teammates, knowing what this had meant, carried him into the locker room. Mostly out of pity, but also because they themselves had suffered enough. They didn’t need their captain’s despair at a game loss ruining their reputations too. Tom flinched. He could hear a dozen or so footsteps coming down the hall.

Eric walked in, hands behind his head, smirking wickedly. Tom leapt up, making a break for the hall. The entire team stopped him dead in his tracks, shoving him down to the tiled floor. Tom genuinely started tearing up in morbid anxiety, groveling at Eric’s feet.

“Please!” sobbed Tom. “Call it off! Please, I’ll do anything! You can have my car, just don’t make me do this!”

“Make you?” said Eric, raising one eyebrow. “Fucker, you made the bet. You would just be running across campus in your birthday suit, and we all could have had a little laugh. But you had to take it too far. You had to make it personal. And now you’re gonna run like a little bitch?”

Eric lifted Tom up, shoving him into the two largest quarterback’s grasp. The short haired burly jock crossed his arms.

“Mother fucker, by the time we’re through with you, you’ll know the taste of an asshole better than the taste of bread. Put him in the truck!”

They held their hands over Tom’s mouth, muffling his screams of terror. His eyes were wide open as he flailed helplessly, entirely out of his depth. Eric looked down at the jock now lying hogtied on the cool metal truck bed.

"Shhhh. Calm down and enjoy the appetizer before the main course.” grinned Eric as he shoved his jockstrap, the one he wore from the game, into Tom’s mouth. An excellent metaphor for Eric’s superiority over this upstart, the burly jock thought to himself. Eric got into his truck, turning up the radio to drown out Tom’s groans and garbled pleas for mercy. He made a phone call to Tom’s parents, letting them know that he would be gone for the weekend. Eric acted like one of Tom’s friends. The parents didn’t question it any further. Eric took the bumpiest dirt roads he knew of towards Walled Lake High.

The auditorium at Walled Lake High looked from the outside to be empty. In reality, several of the junior class had coated the windows with opaque plastic bags to hide the light inside. Eric stopped his truck right in front of the entrance to the auditorium. As his motor turned off, he could hear Tom sobbing and flailing on his truck bed. He smirked, stepping out.

He lifted the roof of his flatbed, looking down at the snot nosed senior. “Hope you didn’t make any plans this weekend,” said Eric, grinning. “You’re gonna be busy for a day or two.”

Tom tried to crawl out of the truck but Eric simply pushed him back down. The Rams quarterbacks got out of their cars, walking over. Eric twirled Tom’s keys around his finger as they dragged the jock out of his truck. He tossed them to Jake, the first quarterback.

“Keep those safe for me,” said Eric.

“Got it,” said Jake as he pocketed them.

“Get the tiny dicked loser out of my trunk and bring him inside. I just got the call, the guys are waiting inside. Cameras are already set up and the windows are covered.”

They walked into the auditorium, Tom slinged squirming over one of the quarterback’s shoulders. 

The room buzzed with voices. Tom’s eyes went wide as he took in the sight. Four, no, five hundred teenagers, some as young as 14, others Tom’s age and older. A ripple of raunchy cackles surged through the crowd.

They all knew about the bet. The thought of Tom Higgs, the cocky captain of their rival football team, spending as many as two whole days scrubbing their buttholes with his tongue and washing them down with spunk was too good to be true.

Jake, the taller jock, yanked the jockstrap out of Tom’s mouth. They dropped the brown haired hunk on the ground, smiling. The doors were locked behind them. Tom had no way out now.

Eric went to the center of the auditorium and grabbed the microphone.

“Guys! Having a good time? Saved up your warm, creamy cum for Tom?”

The crowd exploded in the affirmative.

"And did everyone just so happen to 'forget’ to wipe every now and then?”

Again, cackling cheers. Tom whimpered.

“Good!” laughed Eric. “Because now; the real party can start.”

The guys cheered again. Some grinned, grabbing their crotches. Others turned around, shaking their asses teasingly at their helpless captive.

“Cum drinker!”

“Shit stain!”

“Pussy!”

“So,” said Eric, gesturing grandly to Tom like an ungodly ringmaster. “Tom here will be more than happy to take the time to wipe your shitty crack with his tongue, or suck all that yummy spooge out of your nuts, and into his stomach. So no one hesitate on that front!“

The auditorium cheered in raunchy delight. Tom was horrified. His reputation was crumbling before his very eyes.

"N-no! Please!” begged Tom, running up and grabbing the microphone. Eric knocked him to his knees. He quickly grabbed Tom by his hair, shoving the jock’s face into his raunchy crotch.

“Smell that?” asked Eric. “It’s your new favorite smell.”

Tom struggled to get his face away from Eric’s groin. It was immediately obvious that, like most of the crowd, Eric hadn’t showered in several days. Eric gestured to the two quarterbacks, then pointed at Tom.

“Rip those clothes off of this loser and shred them. I want him walking home buck ass naked!” The quarterbacks obliged, taking pocket knives to Tom’s jersey, his pants, and his jock, ripping every last stitch of clothes he had to shreds. By the end of it, Tom was naked save for his cleats and socks. Eric lifted up the microphone to his lips.

“Alright, kids! Front and center! I want four lines, ordered by class, age, and by the amount of time it’s been since you’ve wiped your ass! Most recent in front, let’s leave the beef stew at the back for a special treat, huh?”

The throngs of teenagers moved as one, immediately ordering themselves into small crowds on the gym floor. They quickly chattered amongst themselves, explaining how long it had been since they had wiped their asses, and moving forward or backward as needed. By the end, there were four very, very long lines standing in front of Tom, those furthest in the back with the biggest grins.

“Alright, Tom,” said Eric, undoing his belt. He dropped his pants, and turned around, pointing his filthy, shit stained buttcrack at the rival captain. “Time for the first course. Bon appetit!”

Tom gulped, kneeling on the hard wooden floor. Eric was getting impatient.

“I don’t hear slurping, kissing, or tonguing!” yelled Eric. The lineswere getting restless. Tom had to try and maintain some kind of dignity.

“I-I’m not doing it!” yelled Tom. He started to get up, defiant, but Eric easily overpowered him, shoving him back down to his knees.

“Too bad; You made the bet; you take on the consequences.” said Eric.

“I won’t! I’m not going to kiss or lick your ass!” yelled Tom. Eric scowled. The quarterbacks advanced menacingly, balling their fists.

“You will do it, whether you want to or not. Now start licking shit breath!”

Jake and the other quarterback walked over and shoved Tom’s face into Eric’s ass; Tom flailing about.

“The faster you start, the quicker it’ll be done,” said Eric. After a few moments Eric heard a faint licking sound. Tom’s face scrunched up at the smell and the taste. The quarterbacks removed their hands and let Tom lick on his own. Eric grabbed the microphone and put it to Tom’s face and the sound of him licking was broadcast to the whole auditorium and cheers and laughs were heard.

“Shit licker!” came a few voices from the crowd.

“How’s that taste, asshole? Ha ha ha ha!”

“I think you mean 'How’s that asshole taste!'” quiped someone else.

Eric spread his cheeks with one hand, biting his lip in sadistic delight as Tom slid his tongue back and forth across his disgustingly nasty pucker.

“Thaaaat’s it! Lick the butthole! French it, Tom. Doesn’t my shitty crack taste soooooo yummy?”

The five hundred teenagers howled with laughter as they fixed their eyes on the sight of the utter humiliation Tom was suffering. Tom’s face was a sickly mixture of red and green. Eric put the mic back in the stand, spreading his buttcheeks with both hands now.

“Kiss my ass, Tom. You seem to think everyone should kiss yours, it’s only fair!”

Tom pursed his lips, reluctantly planting big, loud, sloppy kisses on Eric’s butthole. Then he went back to making big, wet laps at the inside of Eric’s buttcheeks. After almost ten minutes, Eric’s ass was as close to clean as Tom could get it. He sat there on his knees, feeling the grit of Eric’s filth between his teeth. He thought he was going to be sick.

“Okay, Tom,” said Eric, smiling. “So, which class do you want to do first?”

The crowd lit up with suggestions of their class.

“Freshmen!”

“No, come on, lick OUR butts! We haven’t wiped for days, our cracks are fucking itchy!”

“Juniors!”

“Homemade beef stew over here, Tommy! Ha ha ha!”

“Sophomores!”

“Pick us! Come on, Tom, you’ll have to choose eventually!”

“Seniors!”

“F-freshman…class…” said Tom, his face bright red. He felt utterly humiliated as the Freshmen class cheered and yelled with excitement. Tom had chosen to lick their dirty asses first!

“Woo! Sounds like a plan! A really, really rank plan.” grinned Eric as he pulled his pants up; hiding his huge cock. “So, with that information, I guess we’ll go Freshmen, Sophomore, Junior, then Senior! Come on, kiddies. Tommy here’s ready for a real asshole buffet!” laughed Eric.

Tom got up slowly before being again forced down by Eric. "On all fours. You’re only allowed to crawl like the dog that you are this weekend.”

Tom crawled over to the first freshman. The boy grinned and smacked his ass, wiggling his bare butt cheeks at Tom.

“Kiss it first and beg”

Tom began lightly covering the boy’s bare, pale ass with kisses.

“Please let me lick your…butt,” said Tom quietly. His face burned hot with shame. This kid couldn’t be older than 14, and here Tom was, on his knees, literally kissing his ass.

The kid, Jason, wasn’t pleased. “Come on, loser, you can do better than that. Make me think you actually want to be licking my butt!” Tom racked his mind for anything he could use. He most definitely did not want to lick this kid’s butt. Or the next kid’s butt. Or any of the other hundred or so freshman buttholes that stood before him, gleefully awaiting their dates with his tongue.

“I love…tasting buttholes,” Tom could feel his face turn purple with shame as the words crawled out of his mouth. “Please…let me lick your buttcrack so I can get to the dirty ones. I love wiping dirty butts with my tongue. Yummy yummy yummy.”

The entire room exploded into howling laughter. Jason happily spread his cheeks, revealing a pinkish-brown little pucker.

“Well, then, if you put it that way, go ahead, Tom! The guy ahead of me hasn’t wiped since last night! I bet that’ll taste really 'yummy yummy!” he snickered, looking ahead and rolling his eyes.

Tom, fighting the lump in his throat, plunged his lips into the grimy boycrack, slicing up and down with his tongue. Wiping Jason’s butt with his taste buds.

“Ohhhh yeah, butt-face time, loser! I can feel your tongue all over my hole.” mocked Jason. “You really like this don’t you?”

“N-no!” yelled Tom.

“Shut up butt breath! I don’t care. All I care about is your tongue licking my crack. Got it?” said Jason. “Now lick it!”

Jason backed his ass into Tom’s face, wiggling it in mischievous glee. Tom gulped and went back to licking up and down Jason’s dirty pucker. Jason shuddered occasionally, getting a stiffy from forcing the jock to degrade himself so completely. Once his crack was as clean as it was going to get, Eric pulled him back from Jason’s ass, causing a gasp of disappointment to escape Jason’s mouth. “Sorry to tear you away from your uh…date.” laughed Eric into the microphone. “But this is like Speed Dating; and holy fuck do you have a lot of guys waiting to meet your hot mouth.”

Tom’s face went crimson. He’d just been called the girl in a relationship with over 600 shitty assholes. His mortification was short lived, however; another butthole quickly squatted down onto his unwilling mouth, drawing his tongue out to wipe and wipe and wipe it clean.

One after the other, Tom sucked, slurped, and flat out dined on asshole after shitty, disgusting asshole. He got to the end of the Freshman line after nearly an hour and a half of licking dirtier and dirtier buttholes. Tom couldn’t see how things could get worse.

Harold was chubby and blonde, and held his t-shirt in front of his crotch out of modesty. His shorts were tucked under his knees. Eric snickered, coming a bit closer to watch this one.

“Oh, this is gonna be good. Guess what, Ass-breath? Harold there is a bit lax on the hygiene. I’m guessing you can tell that from there.”

Tom could. He pinched his nose shut, gagging just at being near the mischievous looking child. Harold turned around, and, giggling, spread his huge ass cheeks as best as he could. Tom fell back in horror.

“Hope you like beef stew, Tommy boy!” cackled Eric. “Hasn’t wiped since last week; and Harold here hasn’t showered for like two. So that should taste nice and rancid. I hope you’re still hungry, Tommy Boy.”

Tom found himself crawling backwards, shaking his head in terror, gasping 'no, no no!’ under his breath. The kids picked up on that, and pinned Tom down, giggling at the genuine fear Tom was emoting.

Tom might have been stronger, but there were more than enough Freshmen to hold him down. “Come here, Harry. Sit on the loser’s face. Don’t let him up until he starts wiping your butthole with his stupid tongue!”

Harold, snickering, walked backwards, wiggling his revolting fat ass at their victim. They held his face in place before Harold sat his slimy, damp butthole right over Tom’s screaming mouth with a sickening 'squelch.’

Harold laughed and shifted his ass all around Tom’s face.

“Lick it up loser!” laughed Harold.

Tom kicked and squirmed; struggling to get away as 15 different freshmen held him down; all of them laughing at his humiliation.

“N-no! Ugh! Get your ass out of my face!” cried Tom, gagging in disgust. Harold just laughed. “Lick it and I’ll get up. But you have to lick up all of my poopy, stinky butthole,” laughed Harold. “You’ve got to lick it ALL up!”

Harold looked over the rest of the three classes of upperclassmen. “And you’ve got a lot more to get too. Better hurry, you don’t want Eric coming over here!”

Tom gulped and slowly, very slowly started to lick Harold’s asshole. Licking up every single trace of filth in betwee Harold’s buttcheeks. Tom’s nose hairs were ready to fall off from the horrid smell of this boy’s revolting asshole.

“Yummy yummy, all in your tummy!” laughed Harold as Tom licked the filthiest part of his body.

A few of the freshmen started to jack off Tom’s tiny dick. Eric sniggered. Even soft, Eric was more than twice as big as Tom’s pathetic member was when hard. Eric grabbed the microphone, motioning for them to stop jerking Tom off.

“Get up Harold,” said Eric. “And spread your cheeks.”

Harold got up and spread his cheeks. Eric snickered.

“Clean as a whistle!” said Harold happily, slapping his butt with his palms. “and hard as a rock!”

“You aren’t the only one, kid. Hey Tommy, are you enjoying this?” laughed Eric, pointing at Tom’s dinky boner.

“N-no!”

“Liar!”

The next class swarmed around Tom, none of them wearing anything but their shirts and shoes. The sophomores were easily the largest class. Almost two hundred of them, all with filthy, shit stained assholes, ready and willing to suck on Tom’s tongue. The freshman, all with stiffies, circled Tom as he slurped butthole after rancid, teenage butthole. They had brought their cameraphones.

“Smile for the camera!” laughed Harold, his phone bathing Tom in a flash of humiliating camera light. Several of the sophomores took to the same method Harold had, forcing Tom onto his back and squatting their nasty little puckers right into his face, feeding Tom a smorgasborg of pure, 100% all-American Grade-A butthole.

When Tom was done, they would stand up, spread their cheeks to their friends, and say smugly, “Clean as a whistle!”

It became the go to taunting cry to remind Tom just what he was doing. He was licking their buttholes spotless. It was as if their grimy assholes were magnetized to Tom’s tongue and lips. Their filth was getting sucked up, licked, and most importantly, swallowed. They were in heaven.

And Tom was in Hell.

“Don’t stupid! Save it for when we start making him drink our spooge!”

Jason, one of the freshmen, had started jerking off, enjoying the show in a big way.

“I c-can’t help it! It feels good! Oh no, I’m gonna cum!”

Eric perked up. He pointed angrily at Tom, who was on his hands and knees, pistoning his tongue in and out of a black boy’s asshole, the boy laying on his back, legs in the air.

“You’d better catch that cum in your mouth Tom!” Tom, dazed, crawled over to Jason, mouth open. Jason grunted, before shooting a load of slimy jizz right into Tom’s mouth. Tom’s eyes shot open once he realized what had just happened. He nearly spit it out on reflex, but fearing what would happen, swallowed the modest load, reviling in the taste.

“Hey, you aren’t done yet!” shouted the black kid. “Get back over here and stick your tongue up my butt!”

“R-right…S-sorry..” said Tom as his face was once again red and green with humiliation and disgust, having sucked down all of Jason’s warm, sticky cum. Tom got back to licking the black boy’s shithole, shoving his tongue in and out of the dirty brown hole. Tom licked up and down, up and down; once it was clean enough he moved on to the next one, licking up and down the next shitty pucker. Each one was worse than the last. Slimier, browner, grimier, sweatier, smellier. A few of them even worse than Harold’s ass. Tom gulped and kept licking for fear of what would happen if he stopped. Shitty hole after shitty hole, eventually Tom collapsed, utterly nauseated.

“Two rows of shitty, rank assholes down, two to go shit breath.” laughed Eric as the freshmen and the sophomores laughed at Tom.

“P…please…s-stop…” begged Tom, disgusted by the smell of his own breath.

“Why should I? This was your idea. Oh and by the way, Tom…have a look in the senior and junior rows; will ya?”

Tom looked to the rows and, to his eternal horror, saw HIS team! Every last one of them grinning in devious excitement.

“B-but…” said Tom, dejected and confused. “Why?”

“They decided that since you pushed them so hard in practice, way, way too hard I might add, they decided to throw the game. All I had to do was have a few freshmen suck them off and it was a done deal.”

A few of the freshmen in the crowd turned red and looked away sheepishly. Eric just laughed. “No…no, this can’t be happening! Why would you guys do this? The championships!” cried Tom.

“Yeahhh, sorry…but karma’s a bitch!” laughed his team’s quarterback.

The juniors in his team circled him, their pants each pooled around their ankles. Kevin, the tight end, snickered, spreading his cheeks. Tom’s jaw dropped in disgust. Kevin giggled, wiggling his foul, shitty ass back and forth.

“Yeah, ever since that first round of 'training’ we’ve been getting our assholes as dirty as we could all week. Really, I’m surprised you didn’t catch on the fact we weren’t showering after practice. Now open wide, fucker, it’s dinner time!”

One of the juniors, much stronger than the freshmen before him, held Tom still as Kevin started grinding his slime-coated buttcrack back and forth across Tom’s quivering lips, literally wiping his ass with the team captain’s face.

“Lick it! Lick my shitty asshole clean, you dick! This is for the hell you put us through because of your stupid fucking ego! Eat my shitty crack! Suck my hole, shit breath!”

Tom sobbed silently as he licked up and down Kevin’s slimy, shitty ass. They were brutally eager, barely giving Tom a second to breathe before slamming down another shit-coated butthole for him to chow down on. Eric crossed his arms, delighted at the sadism Tom’s team was showing their, presumably, former captain.

“Tough luck buddy!” laughed Eric. “Own team hates your shit coated guts.”

“Ugh…oh god! No more, pleeeease!” begged Tom. The junior looked down, his butthole perfectly spotless. He had taken nearly half an hour to clean.

“Sorry but uh…you still have to finish the seniors.” he laughed. Tom gagged.

“No…no no no stop!” begged Tom, staring horrifyed into the giant senior’s buttcrack. He was the cleanest of the seniors, and he was just as dirty as Harold had been.

“Beg into this. shit-breath” laughed the senior as he forced Tom’s face into his disgusting buttcrack, sliding his butthole firmly across Tom’s quivering mouth. “Munch it, fuckface!”

They took turns sitting on his face, twisting their shitty assholes into Tom’s mouth, forcing him to tongue their revolting ass slime into his mouth to coat his tongue.

“Good Tommy, lick my nasty shithole,” laughed his second in command, his balls resting on Tom’s forehead.

“Mmmm, nummy nums! Nice, shitty butthole for you to suck on. How does it feel to know you’ve personally licked the shit out of every single butthole in this room? More than six hundred fucking assholes, all licked clean. Look, Tom. Look at all the assholes you cleaned!”

Tom looked around, teary eyed as every boy circled him, spreading their buttcheeks as wide as they could, showing him just how clean he had gotten their once shit-encrusted assholes. He could feel his stomach churn in disgust. His second in command plopped his ass back onto Tom’s face with a revolting 'slurch.’

“Ah ah ah, you’re not done yet. About twenty more assholes left, Tom. Then we get to white wash those tonsils of yours with jizz!”

Tom gagged and kept licking. The whole auditorium laughed at the fallen rival. Tom felt sick; his stomach churning as he licked and sucked down all the sweaty filth from every asshole; moving from asshole to asshole; licking each one.

“Come on shit breath! Faster!” laughed one of them.

“Hurry up! I need my ass cleaned! My shithole is hungry for some Tom-tongue!” laughed one of them.

Tom retched, closed his eyes and dove in; licking the next asshole, up and down, licking the sweaty hole and moving to the next one. Tom collapsed on the ground, having devoured the assholes of everyone in Walled Lake High, and then some. Everyone around him laughed as Eric grabbed the microphone.

“Funny! He thinks he’s done!” laughed Eric. “I do supposed we should all turn in for the night! Everyone already can stay the night here, and as for our shit breathed friend here.”

Jake wheeled out the laundry bin from the Ram’s winning game Tom, in spite of everything, could smell it from where he sat.

“A nice bed of sweaty, skidmarked jockstraps!” exclaimed Eric. “Throw him in!”

“N-no! Don’t!” begged Tom, struggling. His own team picked him up and threw him into the laundry pin which was promptly shut by Kevin. Eric put a padlock on it and laughed huskily.

“Tomorrow, Tommy gets a nice, big breakfast. No jerking off, guys. Or else!” ordered Eric. The lights went down, and the boys slipped into countless sleeping bags. Tom could be heard whimpering in disgust and misery, buried under a pile of cum-caked jockstraps.

The lid on the laundry bin was thrown open suddenly. Tom was buried face first in the pile of skidmarked jockstraps and tighty-whities, getting noseful after raunchy noseful of the stench of dried cum and the skuddy remains of a week worth of not wiping, multiplied six-hundred times over.

His dreams all night had been awful; he had been trapped face first in a gigantic, hairy, filthy buttcrack, forced to suck in countless nosefuls of shitstink. His tongue had been taken out of his mouth, and he was forced to watch as an endless line of naked jocks as they stretched it out, taking turns flossing their shit-covered buttcracks with his tongue. As he was jostled awake, he bolted upright, an almost completely brown pair of undies practically glued to his face. The auditorium erupted with laughter.

Eric reluctantly yanked the skuddy briefs off of Tom’s face, grinning sadistically at the humiliating implications.

“Wakey wakey, Butt-licker. It’s time for breakfast. We’ve been making sure we have enough to feed you. Make baby big and stwong!” he slipped mockingly into baby speak.

All around, the throngs of students stood naked from the waist down, boners of all sizes rock hard and dripping with slimy, clear pre-cum.

Harold, the chubby blonde, waddled forward, a stubby short dick guiding his way. Tom opened his mouth hesitantly before Harold grabbed his face, shoving his short but thick dick into the jock’s mouth. The blonde freshman came almost instantly, gushing a torrent of slimy, oily dick snot right over Tom’s tongue. “

Ohhhhh! Ooooooh it feels good!” groaned Harold, holding tight onto Tom’s head, shaking as he shot another few thin, milky streams of cum into the jock’s mouth.

Tom began to pull his lips off, when the chubby boy thrusted forward, burying Tom’s nose in his cum encrusted pubes, cumming again even harder.

“N-no!” Harold half-laughed, fighting against his powerful orgasm. “I’m not done cumming in your mouth, Butt-Licker. You have to drink MORE of my cum. You HAVE to keep drinking it! C-crap, c-cumming ag-ag-uuuuuggh!”

The boy rode out a third orgasm, shuddering violently as his balls emptied themselves into Tom’s already cum-drenched mouth. Some cum rocketed out of the side of Tom’s lips before Harold fell back, blissfully spent. Eric scowled, looking down at the cum dripping down Tom’s chest.

“I said you had to swallow it all, Shit-Stain. Scoop that up and eat it now!”

“I got it boss,” said a freshman walking over and using his rock hard cock to scoop it up and feed it to Tom. Tom gulped and licked it up and started to suck on the kid’s cock. Once he blew his load, the proverbial cumgates were open to Tom’s miserable mouth. More and more kids rushed forward, forcing their cocks into his mouth. Wave after wave of hair-trigger Freshmen cock, all of them barely lasting ten seconds before gushing thin, milky streams of boyjizz into Tom’s mouth. Not one of them could stop at one orgasm; It was like Tom was drinking the loads of three freshman classes!

Tom felt disgusted drinking down all of their warm, slimy, sticky cum. They gave him no break between having another cock shoved into his mouth, and another, and another. Eric giggled with fiendish glee as he watched. They were all so wonderfully impatient to blow their loads into Tom’s mouth. The fucker wouldn’t need to eat for a month!

“Great job guys! No rest for our cock sucker, understand? More cum in his stomach! More!”

One freshman, having already cum, stood behind Tom, holding his mouth open as wide as he could. 

Ten other freshman began gleefully jacking off their modest dicks, all grinning at each other in the sheer gross fun of making an older teen swallow something so nasty.

“Come on, guys. Let’s see if we can all cum at once!” suggested one freshman, a black haired boy.

A ripple of agreement and raunchy snickers surged through the circle, and their actions became more focused. The hair triggers in the group bit their lips in strain, stroking their dicks as lightly as they could, keeping themselves as close to the edge as they could get. Soon, the whole circle was right near the edge. They carefully came up close, pointing their ring of cocks into Tom’s gaped mouth, giggling deviously.

“Okay, loser ready for your super-sized order of jizz?” groaned the black haired kid. He smirked, glancing at his friends.

“Order up, guys!” Almost in unison, the freshman erupted in a combined stream of thin, yellow-white cock sauce, glopping and glorping into Tom’s mouth at a disgusting rate. The jock tried futilely to struggle, but with the boy holding his mouth open, the quart of cum had only one place to go; right down Tom’s throat. The jock’s cheeks bulged humorously. His face was green with disgust at having the loads of ten different boys at once. He thought he was going to be sick.

“Glug glug, asshole!” shouted one boy. Tom closed his eyes, shaking his head miserably in humiliaton.

Tom’s face turned red and sickly green as he swallowed all of the cock snot.

“P..pleas…e..n..no more…” he begged. Eric ignored him with everyone else. Feeding Tom a gallon or two of cum was too fun.

“Lets hear it for the Freshmen class!” cheered Eric as the whole auditorium lit up with applause. Eric walked over and grabbed Tom’s head.

“Only one more class to go, you can do it, right Tom?” grinned Eric.

“P..please..” begged Tom. “Nnnmore-

“More? Please more? Wellllll Alright, Tom!” grinned Eric. “If you’re enjoying it that much…” “N-no! Nooooooo…“ groaned Tom as the juniors grabbed the back of his head. They forced him to take three of their cocks into his mouth at one.

"Suck us all, now bitch” they grinned as the one in the middle face fucked him, hard.

Tom could feel his throat ache as the junior viciously plunged his cock, much longer than Tom’s, in and out of the boy’s throat. He thrusted a few more times before holding Tom down, practically pumping his load right into Tom’s stomach. He let Tom go, only for a single glob of cum to ooze to the tip of his cock.

“Oh, Tommy boy? I think you missed a little morsel there. Go ahead and suck that yummy jizz-crumb out of my pisshole.”

Tom, mout quivering in nausea, pursed his lips and noisily slurped at the cum oozing out of the boy’s dick. To his horror, there was much more than he expected. He slurped out the long strand of spooge like a strand of spaghetti, the slimy stringy goop swirling around his lips before slithering into his mouth. Tom swallowed, mortified at the howling cackles now engulfing him. Two black juniors stepped up, not wanting to give Tom the chance to recuperate from this embarrassment, shoved both of their massive cocks into Tom’s mouth at once.

Both of them laughed and fucked Tom’s face faster and a pace so where one cock was always at the back of his throat. Eric grinned as everyone took lots and lots of pictures. Both of them shot their loads at the same time, forcing Tom to drink down not one, but two massive loads of cum. Tom mumbled some kind of plea, the two cocks and a mouthful of cum making his speech gurgle incoherently. Both of them pulled out and laughed as more and more juniors surrounded him, forcing him to take cock after cock, each of their warm loads finding a new home in Tom’s stomach. They had to make sure Tom got enough to drink, after all. They didn’t want him to be thirsty!

Tom was sick to his stomach. Five more boys stepped up, cirlcling him, taking turns fucking his mouth. One even forced Tom to lick his boner slowly, as if it were a creamsicle, before jizzing all over the floor 'accidentally’. The crowd snickered and laughed as Tom lapped the slimy goo off the gym floor.

“Keep swallowing, Goo-boy!”

“Nowhere for this cum to go but right down your throat!”

“Chug-a-lug, Tommy! You aren’t even halfway done yet!”

“Noooo…” groaned Tom, clutching his stomach as countless Juniors and Freshman circled him, jacking off. “Stop! I’m too full! My tummy huuuurts!”

“Listen to him, he sounds like a fucking 10-year old! Aww, does baby’s tum tum hurt from all the cum-cum? Well too bad, Cumbreath. Now open wide!“

Twenty of them came in turns, forcing glob after glob of revoltingly slimy jizz into Tom’s mouth. 

They took turns pinching his nose closed, forcing him to swallow bigger and bigger mouthfuls of rancid spooge.

“Keep swallowing!”

“Chug that jizz! Chug that jizz!”

“Ha ha ha, what a cum guzzling loser!”

Tommy gurgled as he sobbed in pain. They forced him to swallow cum for two hours straight. It was a wonder he hadn’t thrown up yet. There was a noticeable paunch in his stomach. He had drunk over a gallon of the slimy cock slime, easily. As Eric came up, he fell back, clutching his stomach in pain. He shook his head in terror, tears streaming down his cum glazed face.

“Nnnn! Ncan’t…no more cum…no! No! P-peeeease…”

Tommy was delirious from the aching pain in his stomach.

"Great job guys.’ laughed Eric. He looked down at Tom, pleased with the jock’s obvious misery. 

"Shhhh, don’t worry, Tommy boy, I said you didn’t have to take any more cock in your mouth or cum in your tummy. But only because the sophomores and seniors, our two biggest classes, are going to turn you into a literal cum dump.”

The respective groups swarmed the former captain. Tom looked horrified. “No! Stop, p-please just let me go, I promise….I promise I’ll never play football again!“ he begged.

"Soon your outsides will look a lot like your insides, coated in spunk,” cackled Eric. “Starting with me.”

He took out his large cock and pumped it a few time. A massive load of warm, sticky cum flew out and clung messily to Tom’s cheek.

“You wear my cum well,” he grinned. “Bitch”

The sophomores circled Tom, their dripping hard boners swaying with long strands of glossy precum dripping to the floor. They started stroking their cocks slowly, biting their lips and giggling at Tom’s predicament. Tom winced, trying vainly to move his face away from his captor’s cocks.

It was no use; no matter where he moved his head, it was still well within range of the torrent of slime that was about to engulf his face. Splurt! One of the sophomores fired off early, landing a particularly thick stream right across Tom’s lips and nose.

“Ewwww…” groaned Tom, the smell of fresh jizz wafting right up his nose.

“Dumbass, we’re supposed to synchronize here!” shouted another, tenatively petting his cock, keeping himself on the brink of a sticky, slimy orgasm, eager to slop itself all over Tom’s forehead and even into his hair.

The sophomore, a well hung boy, didn’t care where the others were aiming. He was sniggering at the idea that Tom would never be able to wash out all the cum they would cover his hair with. Talk about getting your hair frosted!

“Now!” cried Eric. All the sophomores let loose a torrent of white slime. It splattered all over Tom’s body, splatting onto his feet, his face; some of the students chuckled as they coated Tom’s hair in their thick, gooey baby batter. Others snickered as it covered Tom’s chest.

Eric laughed as they all patted their rock hard cocks.

“Great job boys, you fucking covered this loser.” laughed Eric. “Next wave of sophomores!” Tons of them walked over, their well sized cocks pointing at Tom’s body like water pistols. Though cum pistols would have been more accurate.

It began again with Eric yelling go, and ended with him yelling “Cum!”

Thick white jet of cum after jet after jet; there was so much cum covering Tom’s body by the end of the sophomores, he could barely move it was so heavy.

“Finally, a use for you Tom, you arrogant fuck: A cum dump,” spat Eric.

Tom was gurgling as the slop of yellow-white goo smothered him, hardening in his hair, sticking to his lips and his nose, and everywhere else for that matter. He couldn’t even open his eyes; the cum was caked on too thick.

“Buh….mmmglhh…ptoo…” he spat, trying desperately to breathe through the dripping spooge. The sophomores simply took advantage of his open mouth; it was way too tempting a target not to try and give Tom a little cum-caked dessert.

“We could save a lot on tissue, you guys. Everytime you jerk off, just call Tom over. Use his face as a fapkin!”

The room laughed, another volley of cum globs pelting themselves onto Tom’s cock, his stomach, his ass…

Tom collapsed as the seniors walked over.

“You’re so fucked buddy.” laughed his team and the rest of the senior class as they all piled over in a massive circle.

The seniors jacked their huge dicks before grunting like feral animals, all eager to finish Tom off once and for all. They shot their huge loads of cum, even without Eric’s direction, all at once. Their cum added to the layers and layers on top of Tom.

Tom begged for them to stop, but the seniors were having far too much fun. More and more cum and was added to his body. Eric laughed as wave after wave of seniors came over and added to Tom’s humilation, each of them jacking their dicks over him and releasing their warm, slimy cum, all over Tom. The last of them came right on Tom’s cummy lips with a sickening 'splurt.’

By the end of the two and a half hour ordeal, Tom resembled a heaping pile of caked on jizz more than he did a high school senior. Eric used a pair of elongated shears to cut the bands holding the weights on Tom’s wrists. Tom immediately scooped the cum slathered all over his eyes and nose off and onto the floor, gasping for air.

Sobbing in disgust and humiliation. Eric and the entirety of the male student body, Tom’s own team members included, stood over him, smugly satisfied that the arrogant jock had finally had a taste of some humility.

“Oh, you can go now, loser,” said Eric calmly, jangling Tom’s keys teasingly in his hand.

He tossed them at Tom. They stuck sickeningly to his dick, the cum glueing them like putty. The room cackled as Tom stumbled to the door, leaving cumprints as he went. He began sloshing off the cum coating his skin as he walked down the road, trying desperately to ignore the cars that invariably slowed to stare at the naked, cum drenched jock.

Needless to say, Tom was anything if not humble from that day forward. And he definitely never made any bets about football.

A Little Birthday Surprise

Title: A Little Birthday Surprise

Author: Ziel

Link:
http://theradicalscrivener.tumblr.com/post/131212384034/commissioned-a-little-birthday-surprise

Matt checked himself in the mirror as he wiped off the last of the shaving cream. He wasn’t about to deny that he was hot. His beefy, muscular body contrasted nicely with his boyishly handsome face. His short, brown hair, warm, hazel eyes, and cute face made him look like a hotter, handsomer version of Troy Bolton from High School Musical, but unlike Zac Efron’s character, Matt actually looked the part of the star athlete. He wasn’t the star quarterback for nothing. He had spent years sculpting his body into a hot, hunky wall of beef. He was so hot that sometimes he thought it was a shame that he never stuck around after practice to shower with the other guys, but he knew better than to do that.

Matt grabbed a towel and tied it loosely around his waist, but then he thought better of it. He had the whole house to himself tonight. His family was off ostensibly visiting his dear old grandmother who was recovering from the flu, but Matt knew better. Today was his eighteenth birthday. He had no doubt at all that his family was out picking up whatever sweet birthday present they were going to get him.

The reasons they were out of town weren’t important tonight though. What was important was that he had the place to himself and was free to do whatever he wanted wherever he wanted to, and what he wanted to do was rub one out in the best seat in the house.

Matt headed downstairs and plopped his bare, beefy ass down in the large, plush La-Z-Boy recliner that his dad loved so very much. It was easily the most comfortable seat he had ever sat in, and better yet it reclined all the way back so that he could lay back and stroke it in the best position ever.

Matt laid back and lifted the phone above his face and set to work on selecting his favorite video. Today was a special day and it called for special wank material, and there was no better spank material out there than “Hot, Horny, Hung Twinks 7!” Matt was without a doubt as gay as they come, but nobody else knew it. Nothing about his mannerisms or his actions gave him away. About the only thing about him that was stereotypically gay was his absolute love of huge, floppy cocks, and this vid provided plenty of those and then some.

Matt skipped ahead to the good part of the video. His hand slid across the freshly shaven expanse of his crotch and down towards his dick. His cock was already rock hard by the time his fingers found the shaft.

Matt was really getting into it. He leaned all the way back into the recliner and began to moan loudly as he stroked his dick. He hadn’t gotten off in a while, and it had been ages since he had gotten as into it as he was doing now. It was so hard to get a decent amount of privacy with his parents and his younger brother always hanging around the house. Even when he could get some time alone, the walls were so thin he didn’t dare let himself get as into is as he was now.

Matt could feel it coming. His dick was trembling. His nuts were pulling up. The vid was reaching its climax, and so soon would he. Matt bit his lower lip and struggled to hold back just a little longer. He was having such a great time he wanted to drag it out a little bit more, but a sudden sound broke his focus.

Matt sat up in his seat so fast that the recliner folded back into its full upright and locked position with enough force to send the beefy jock staggering forward. Matt managed to steady himself just in time to see his friends, family, and even the older couple from next door come filing out of the nearby door that led to the garage. Matt was too shocked to reply. He was too dazed to do anything. All he could do was stand there and gawk as the crowd shouted in unison, “Surprise!”

Matt had been edging for so long that it had taken every ounce of willpower he could muster to keep from creaming, but the second the chair had ejected him that willpower had vanished. Matt’s cock gave a hard lurch. A thick spurt of milky white cum launched forth from his dick right as the telltale click of a camera shutter filled the room. Matt’s cum shot had been caught on film and immortalized for ages to come, but that wasn’t all that had been revealed.

An awkward stillness settled in over the room. No one moved. No one spoke. No one knew what to even say at a time like this. The only sound that could even be heard was the audio coming from Matt’s phone. During his ejection he had lost his grip on his phone. The device had hurtled across the room, slid across the carpet, and now rested face up at his family’s feet.

“Aww yee. That’s a big cock. That’s a big fuckin’ cock.” The voice on the video said lasciviously.

“That’s not what it looks like from here.” Mark, Matt’s younger brother quipped.

And it was true. Matt knew he was a little below average downstairs. That was the real reason why he always ran home after practice to shower. He never wanted anyone to find out. He had gone to great lengths to build up this persona around campus as the biggest, beefiest, jock around, but now thanks to this ill-fated surprise party now his family and friends knew his ‘little’ secret. To make matters worse he knew it wasn’t going to stop there. Now that the cat was out of the bag the whole school would hear about it, but what Matt didn’t know was that the whole school was already talking.

Now that Matt’s brother had shattered the tense silence everyone else began to break their silence… Everyone except for Matt that is. Matt was too mortified to move. He could merely stand there as spurt after gooey spurt of spunk erupted from his cock.

“There’s so much of it! How does he shoot so much from such tiny testes?” Mr. Sanderson, Matt’s elderly neighbor asked in shock.

“Ugh! He’s getting it all over the carpet! I’m not gonna clean that up!” His mother wailed.

ll the while his younger bro stood there and chuckled as he trained the camera right on his bro’s little dick. Mark recorded every second of it in incredible detail. All those images he took, the video he shot – it was all getting sent off to the cloud for storage which meant it was also being posted on his live feed… which in turn was being played on the Facebook feed of all of Mark’s friends and family. Soon the entire school and much of the world would know just how little the star quarterback was packing.

“How is it so small? I used to change his diapers, but I don’t think it’s grown an inch since then!?” Mrs. Sanderson asked incredulously.

Matt’s little pecker was beyond tiny, and his enormous stature didn’t help matters at all. It looked like a little kid dick when compared to his tall body and big, beefy muscles. The fact that he kept his crotch shaved clean and smooth just made his dick look even more childish, but that said it would have looked like a kid dick anyway. Even rock hard it didn’t even hit two full inches. It was actually closer to an inch long. His dick was only about as thick as his pinky and barely half as long, and his nuts were every bit as small. His two tiny berries were only the size of cherry pits and filled his tiny sack to the brim. The incredible tininess of his bait and tackle made the thick spurts of cum he had been shooting seem even more fantastic. It just didn’t seem possible for those two tiny nuts to pump out that much spunk.

Matt stared in horror at the small crowd before him. His friends, his family, his neighbors – all there to point, gawk, and laugh at the birthday boy’s birthday suit. It might be his eighteenth birthday, but his dick looks fresh out of the womb. Matt figured this was the lowest point of his entire life, but it was only the beginning. It was about to get so much worse.

“Hehe. Wow, bro. I always thought you were the big man on campus, but now I see you’re the smallest guy around.” His brother, Mark, teased mercilessly. Matt couldn’t even reply. He was too shocked and mortified to reply, and to make matters worse he knew he could not deny his brother’s claims. Even had Matt not know he was painfully tiny, the visible outline of his brother’s cock against the shiny fabric of his loose basketball shorts would have given his brother’s words credence. Matt could tell that his younger brother’s dick was easily four inches long, and it was still soft! Mark was pretty big for his age, but he wasn’t particularly massive. It hardly mattered though. His cock completely dwarfed his older brother’s little dick which gave Mark plenty of room to gloat.

“You know. You always like to boss me around because you’re a big strong senior and I’m a little, tiny freshman, but I think it’s time things changed around here. I’m a high schooler, and you don’t look a day past preschool.” Mark teased relentlessly.

Matt looked to his two best buds for some back up, but he could tell that they weren’t going to be any help. They were both doubled over laughing. Their thumbs and pointer fingers were held scant millimeters apart to indicate just how tiny and laughable they thought their quarterback’s cock really was.

“It’s… It’s so… haha… it’s… fuckin…” Connell sputtered between guffaws. He was laughing too hard to even get the full sentence out, but it was no secret what he was trying to say. His hand gesture said it all, and just to be sure, his buddy Phil was there to fill in the blanks.

“Bwahaha!! It’s so fuckin’ tiny! I’d call it a pin dick, but that’d be a compliment!” He roared between raucous, howling laughter.

“Hehe. ‘Pin Dick.’ I like it. That’ll be your new name around here. How’s that sound, bro?” Mark asked devilishly.

Matt looked to his parents for help, but they were both staring at him with varying degrees of disgust. His dad looked out and out appalled at what he was seeing, but his mom’s reaction was even worse. She was in tears.

“I can’t believe it!” She moaned between sobs. “How’s he ever gonna give us grand kids with a penis like that? It’s not even big enough to get inside a girl let alone get her pregnant.”

“Now, Molly. Judging by his choice of videos I’d say girls are a foregone conclusion.” His father said with disgust. He then glanced down and glared at the phone which was still lying face up at his feet. The loud, raunchy, gay porno was still playing for everyone to see and hear. He scowled contemptuously at it and then kicked it back over towards Matt’s feet.

“I don’t know what’s more disgraceful – that thumb tack you call a cock or that you’d stoop to stroking it on my favorite seat. I can’t even sit on it now until I’ve had it cleaned, and I can’t even look at you until I’ve bleached the image of your clit-dick from my mind.” His dad fumed before turning and storming out of the room with Matt’s mom in tow, and Matt’s neighbors followed them out.

“Ooh. Tough break, little bro. Looks like I’m mom and dad’s favorite son now. Although now that I look at that little inch worm you’re sporting I think you’re better equipped to be their daughter than their son,” Mark teased as he slowly crept forward with his camcorder trained on his bro’s little dick.

Matt was so humiliated that he couldn’t move. His stomach felt like it was tying itself into knots. His trembled like a leaf. His cock trembled too, but for very different reasons. Matt’s dick was as hard as it had ever been. Even after having blown one of the biggest loads of his life Matt’s tiny dick was chomping at the bit to unload once more. It took every ounce of willpower he had to hold his wad back, but he was reaching his limit. To make matters worse the trembling of his tiny dick made it obvious to all who were looking just how turned on he really was.

Mark knelt down right in front of his brother’s mini-dick and chuckled, “Wow. Your little baby dick is rock hard. If I didn’t know any better I’d say you’re enjoying all this attention. I never would have guessed you’d be the type to get off on this humiliation, but don’t worry. I’ll be sure to remind you all the time just how pathetic that tiny, pin dick is.” He teased.

Mark poked at his brother’s tiny cock with the tip of his finger. “Look at that. I can pretty much cover the whole thing with just my fingertip. I can’t wait ‘til the rest of the school hears about this. How’s that sound? The whole school will see this video. Everyone will know how tiny, how pathetic your cock is, and better yet, they will all know how much you looove being teased about it. I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you? You and your inch worm will be the laughing stock of the whole school.” Mark teased mercilessly.

Matt tried his best to hold back. He wanted to save whatever small shred of pride he had left, but he was so horny that he just couldn’t do it. Even without his brother rubbing his fingertip against the soft, sensitive underside of his fully-boned cock Matt wouldn’t have lasted long, but Mark’s gentle rubbing and vicious barbs were more than Matt could take. A loud, low moan escaped his throat. His cock lurched hard. Thick spurts of jizz erupted from his miniature dick. To make matters worse the whole climax was caught on camera. Mark had managed to catch the exact second his big bro’s inch worm started to spurt. Mark’s finger provided a good frame of reference for just how small Matt’s dick truly was. Matt knew that that was the death knell of whatever respect he might have once commanded at school. He could feel his status and pride slipping away as he came again and again as his brother and two friends howled with laughter.

Epilogue

Matt from [A Little Birthday Surprise] is kind of an honorable mention in all this. He never had his dick shrunk. He has had a micro-penis his whole life. Things aren’t as bad for him as they could be though. His parents got over his little wank stunt relatively quickly. They were more appalled that he was unabashedly jacking it in the living room than they were about Matt’s little dick - ok… so Matt’s dad was actually really disappointed to find out that his son was hung like a squirrel but after the initial shock wore off he sort of accepted that there was nothing that Matt could do about that. 

Most of Matt’s trouble comes from his younger brother. Mark never misses a chance to remind his older brother who the “big” brother is. In fact Mark rarely shuts up about it. He constantly refers to Matt as things like “Pin Dick.” “Clitty Boy” especially in public and especially around Matt’s friends and classmates. Mark spares no effort to remind everyone that Matt’s dick is fun-sized and has casually leaked footage of Matt’s Birthday evening wank fest to numerous sources. Most of these videos have Matt’s face censored out, but you know how it is with the internet. If someone goes searching hard enough they can easily find the unedited source material, and you can bet that “someone” out there has made sure that everyone at school has seen the video and knows that it was Matt who got caught jerkin’ his Tic Tac. 

Matt’s still on the football team and he’s still a star player, but the rest of the guys have stopped buying his story about why he goes home to shower. In fact many of them insist he stay and shower with the rest of the guys even going so far as to steal his clothes until Matt agrees. As you can imagine Matt’s mini-dick is even less impressive soft so the other guys on the team love to stare at the tiny pecker while Matt tries to take a shower in peace, but things rarely go that way for him. More often than not he ends up popping wood within minutes of starting the shower which just inspires the rest of the team to take turns measuring their dicks. To date, there has been no one on the team who has a smaller softy than Matt’s stiffy. His dick is less than half the size of the next smallest dude on the team. In fact even the next smallest dude’s softy is over twice as long as Matt’s mini-stiffy, and it’s far, far thicker. Matt’s dick is barely over an inch hard when rock hard and it shrinks to half that when soft. We’re talking about a soft dick that’s not even two centimeters in length! 

Matt’s social status has seen a sharp downturn. Not even his football skill can save him from the constant jeers and giggles he experiences at school. He even has to deal with constant pantsing from friends and classmates in the halls. It seems like not a week goes by where he doesn’t end up with his shorts around his ankles and his nub on display for all to see. This even happened when he was on camera speaking to the local news team.

That interview in and of itself was a nightmare for him. Someone had leaked the story to the news that a student at his school had a rare disease, and of course local news networks love that shit. Within hours they had a film crew on site to discuss the matters in person and do a real sad tearjerker piece to drum up sympathy for the subject and viewers for the station. Nobody bothered to tell Matt this though. He thought he was being interviewed for carrying the team to victory in the local championship. He was so pumped to tell them about how great they were going to do in regionals and how they would sweep nationals. He had even posed for the camera clad in just a towel tied around his waste like they always did during locker room interviews for the NFL, but it quickly became apparent that they were here to talk about other things. 

For starters, the interviewer had no interest in his position on the team nor in his winning record. She was only interested in talking about his childhood and then the real bombshell was dropped. “How old were you when you realized your penis was small for your age?” Matt’s blood ran cold. The color drained from his face, and in that moment of paralysis the tie on his towel slid loose. Soon the entire cotton towel slipped loose and pooled at his ankles leaving him completely nude. The cameraman wasted no time, and in fact the interviewer made sure to announce it to all the folks at home that they were zooming in as close as they could to what was surely the smallest adult dick the world had ever seen. Matt’s micro-sized button dick was displayed for all to see. In fact his cock was displayed on prime time TV all over the county. Apparently since his dick was so small and childish it bypassed FCC pornography statutes so they were free to display his “medical condition” for all to see for extended periods under the guise of “public education.” That would have been mortifying enough, but Matt’s name and school name appeared on the scrolling banner onscreen below his mini-dick, and to make matters even worse the interview was so widely well-received that not only was it aired again the next month, but it was picked up by the network and spread to all their syndicates for national broadcast. His name and face became synonymous with “Micro Penis”. He became the unwitting poster child for small dicks. In fact, his dick was so small that he became the benchmark that other guys used to measure off of. Guys who used to be incredibly self conscious now looked at their undersized softies and shrugged thinking “At least I’m not THAT guy.”

Alpha Omega

Title: Alpha Omega

Author: Ziel

Link: http://theradicalscrivener.tumblr.com/post/110148818394/alpha-omega

Braden had heard stories about the crazy hazings that went down on campus, but he hadalways assumed they were just overly hyped up for the sake of scaring off the new recruits. Some of the things people claimed to have seen didn’t even seem physically possible. The rumors surrounding Alpha Omega house were even more surreal than that of all the other fraternities combined. Given Alpha Omega’s reputation as the best, most connected frat on campus, Braden figured that their spin team was working extra hard to scare off potential pledges. Braden figured there was no way in hell that those stories could be true.

That’s what he told himself when he signed up to be a new pledge for the fraternity, and that was what he kept telling himself as he stood anxiously side by side with all the other new pledges. Braden didn’t think he’d have much trouble getting in. After all, frats signed on their new members using a pretty standard set of guidelines. They wanted hot, popular dudes, and Braden had more than lived up to those standards in high school. He was the star quarterback, and he wasn’t afraid to tell people how hot he thought he was. He was a big, buff guy with piercing blue eyes and stylish, wavy brown hair. He had the looks that made girls and guys fall for him immediately, and his skill on the field had netted him a free ride to college. He was a shoe in for this or any other frat. That said he still couldn’t soothe his nerves. The way the pledgemaster was glaring at him as if sizing him up was unnerving.

“Alright, freshies, listen up.” The pledgemaster said. “I’m running this show. The name’s Carter, but you can call me “your highness” or “your grace.” It won’t help your chances with this year’s initiation, but it won’t hurt either.” Carter flashed a smug sneer at all the anxious freshman and waited for them to accept his superiority. His eyes slowly passed from one new recruit to the next as if waiting for one of them to slip up. All of the new recruits seemed to be fidgeting in place… all except for Braden who managed to maintain his distance, disinterested persona that had made him so popular in high school.

“You’re in luck. This year’s initiation is easy. All you have to do is attend one week of after school classes at the local YMCA. Sounds easy, right?” Carter asked. The pledges all murmured amongst themselves. It did sound easy… too easy.

Many of the new recruits turned to discuss with their neighbor. They had all heard the rumors as well, and many of them were beginning to get freaked out. Braden chose not to take any stock in the rumor mill. He rolled his eyes at the rest of the recruits and continued to remind himself that those stories were just made to scare people off. Braden was so busy acting disinterested that he hardly noticed that Carter was sizing him up.

“But of course there’s a catch.” Carter added once the murmuring had started to fade. The last bit of chatter stopped abruptly. “We’re going to tell you which age group you get to apply with… but first, a toast!” He added jubilantly.

Braden was trying to wrap his head around what was going on. What were they going to do? Were they going to make everyone swim with the third graders? That didn’t seem so bad.

Braden was snapped from his reverie when Carter approached him with red Solo cup full of beer. Braden glanced around and noticed that each new recruit was also being given a glass by another older frat brother. Something was strange though. All the frat brothers seemed to be glancing his way as if they were waiting for something. Was there something special about his glass? He couldn’t help but feel like he had been singled out for something.

Braden shook the notion from his mind. He figured it was just his nerves acting up on him. He had no real reason to believe he had been singled out, and the worst thing that he could do right now was let the pledgemaster see him crack. Braden graciously accepted the glass and when the order was given, began to chug it alongside the rest of the pledges.

Braden was no stranger to the taste of beer. He had been to many a kegger in his high school days. He had tasted the skunkiest low budget beer the world had ever known, and even to him this brew tasted wrong. It had a vaguely salty taste mixed in with the bitter hops. He wanted to gag and spit it out, but none of the other pledges seemed to mind their own drinks so Braden kept his disgust a secret. He smiled amiably at the pledgemaster and handed him back the red cup.

Once all the new recruits had finished their drinks, Carter returned to his post in front of the crowd and began to explain the nature of their initiation. “As I explained earlier, you are all going to have to attend some classes with an age group that we assign you to, and now it’s time to determine your age group sooooooooo….. off with your clothes!” Carter announced dramatically.

There was another round of muttering through the pledges. Some guys grumbled a bit and began to strip, but others just started disrobing right then and there. Nudity was not unheard of in an initiation so many of the guys had already expected something like this.

Braden was one of the few people who was hesitant to start stripping. He had had his suspicions, but he had hoped it wouldn’t come to this. He hated stripping especially in front of other guys, and he didn’t like the implication.

Carter strode up to Braden and began to look him up and down. “Come on, man. Either you strip or we’ll do it for you.” He said. Carter had the same playful tone that he had had for the rest of the initiation, but the small group of beefy frat bros at his back made it clear that he meant business.

“Fine. Fine.” Braden replied. He sighed and resigned himself to his fate. It wasn’t like he hadn’t expected something like this. Braden pulled off his t-shirt and set it on the table next to him and then began to undo his belt. By the time he got his jeans around his ankles all the other pledges were already completely nude. Braden took a second to take stock of the competition, and he wasn’t at all surprised by what he saw. Every guy there – each and every one of them – had Braden outclassed by a good margin.

Braden kicked off his jeans and then wrapped his thumbs around the waistband of his boxers. He resigned himself to his fate and pushed the cotton shorts down around his ankles and stepped out of those too. The second his dick came into the view the chatter immediately stopped. Every guy there was shocked. There was a tense moment where everyone was too stunned to say anything, but soon enough the laughter started. It started small at first. Some guy let out a muffled snrrk as he tried to hold back his chuckles which caused another guy to start giggling. Before long the entire frat house erupted in raucous laughter.

Braden knew his dick was tiny. Even when hard it barely topped three inches. His short little rod was topped off with two, full, low-hanging, ping pong ball-sized nuts. His big balls somehow made his dick look even tinier. He had fully expected some jokes at his expense, but he was not prepared for the sheer intensity of the jibes that came his way.

Braden tried his best to keep up his cool, collected aura, but his resolve was faltering. He could feel his cheeks burning bright red as he heard the jeers and catcalls directed at him and his tiny cock. Braden glanced around at all the would-be recruits. There was one or two dudes in the crowd that were a little on the small side, but no one had a dick that was as out and out tiny as his. Braden’s buff physique and tall stature was working against him, and it didn’t help matters at all that the dude to his right had hands down the biggest dick of the bunch. The little twerp had one of those deceptively cute faces that made him look like he was fresh out of middle school, but the dense batch of pubes and the huge, thick cock he had between his legs proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that he was a fully grown man. The short, slender dude’s huge, fat cock stood in stark contrast to Braden’s own little dicklet and just served to accentuate just how poorly endowed he was.

“Fuckin’ shit, that’s tiny!” Carter shouted out between guffaws. “Jesus Christ, look at that thing. It’s not even a dick. What would you call it, Steve?” Carter asked mockingly. Steve was too busy chuckling to give a decent response. His attempts at words came out as gasps and sputters.

Braden felt absolutely shitty, but he stood there and put on a brave face. He knew that this was part of the initiation. All he had to do was tough it out. If he proved that he wasn’t one to be scared off by their taunts then he was sure to be allowed into the fraternity and then he’d be set for the rest of his college career, but that didn’t make the jeers any easier to stomach. Each and every barb stung him to his core. His face burned red. His heart raced. He had never been so humiliated before, but there was another sensation there – a familiar feeling bubbling just below the surface.

Braden was actually glad for all the beer he had consumed beforehand. The alcohol had numbed him somewhat, but it also made him need to pee something fierce. His dick had pulled inward due to a mixture of the chill in the air and the growing pressure in his bladder. This made his already small cock seem even tinier, but that was actually for the best. His discomfort was all that was keeping his hormones from taking control. With each jeer and jibe the frat brother made, Braden could feel himself getting hotter and hotter under the collar. He could feel his dick stirring to life and threatening to chub up on him. The last thing he needed was his prospective frat bros to know that he actually enjoyed their teasing on some carnal level.

“Fuck. Where do we even send him?” Carter asked rhetorically. He took a moment to try and bring his giggles under control and then went on. “God. I told the guys that middle school was the lowest we’d send someone, but that!? That’s not a middle school dick. That’s a tiny little kid dick. Hell. I would send ya to some sort of infant camp if such a thing existed. Fuck it. What’s the youngest class they even have there?”

“I got a kid brother in the kindergarten class.” One of the frat bros called out.

“Kindergarten, huh?” Carter mused out loud. He stroked his chin and pondered it for a moment. A devious grin slowly spread across his lips. “Kindergarten it is. I doubt they’ve got anything younger anyway.”

“Now that leaves what to do with the rest of you guys.” Carter mused out loud as he eyes the prospective new recruits up and down.

“It’d be so easy to just assign grades right here and now, but some of you might be growers. We gotta be sure we get a good feel for how big you really are.” Carter stated. He then glanced over at Braden. A sly smirk crossed his lips, and he added, “Then again some of you might just be that fuckin’ small.”

Braden shuddered. The glares he was getting were almost as bad as the teasing. He felt like he was under the microscope, and he knew that his dick was so tiny he might actually warrant something like that to see it. He hoped he’d be allowed to sit out what came next, but he doubted he’d be that fortunate. The pledgemaster didn’t seem at all interested in saving his feelings.

“Alright. Jack those cocks, boys. I’m gonna need you good and hard if I am to get the measurements right. We’ve got lube. We’ve got porno mags. We’ve got everything you’d need to get those dicks up.” Carter announced. He eyes the prospective recruits up and down and then glanced back at Braden. Crater flashed another malicious sneer which made Braden’s blood run cold and his cock leap for joy.

“Although some of you might not need any help getting it up.” Carter said with a sneer as he scoped out Braden’s tiny dick. Braden glanced down. His gut lurched. He had hoped to avoid anyone seeing him like this, but his little cock was already rock hard. He was so turned on that a tiny bead of pre had already formed at the tip of his dick.

“Don’t go blowing your load too early, tiny. We need you to stay hard until you’re ready to measure up.” Carter chided. The pledgemaster then turned his attention to the rest of the new guys and barked, “Don’t just stand there! Get stroking. You gonna let this clit-dick have all the fun?”

The pledges lubed up and set to work stroking their cocks. Some of them got hard a lot quicker than others. Braden noticed that a few of them were staring directly at his tiny dick as they stroked it. No doubt they were getting off on how much larger their dicks looked compared to his pathetic little cocktail weenie.

Braden tried to keep his hands off his dick, but the more he saw all those huge cocks flopping about the more worked up he got. They all looked so fantastic and made his look absolutely pathetic. It was intoxicating. He tried not to stare, but his eyes kept sizing up the competition. That little guy next to him really drove home just how tiny Braden’s dick was. The little guy’s cock absolutely dwarfed Braden’s stiffy even when it was soft, and as it steadily chubbed and hardened, it looked even more fantastic. By the time it was fully hard, Braden’s eyes were glued to the massive behemoth. Braden wanted to cum so bad, but he held back as best he could. His dick trembled and lurched, but he fought back his desire to cum. Not only did he think it would give the rest of the frat guys more ammo to use against him if he came, but there was no telling how the pledgemaster would penalize him if he came before he had his turn to be measured.

Braden stood there and silently waited as Carter took a measurement of each new recruit’s rigid dick. He happily read off each new ruling. Braden couldn’t be sure, but it seemed like Carter was intentionally going up the list from smallest to largest. The first guy that Carter read off only had a four and a half inch dick which was smaller than average, but still quite a bit more than what Braden himself was packing. As Carter went along the numbers steadily crept up. One guy had a respectable six inches of fat cock. Another had a very nice seven and a half inch rod. There was even a guy who had a massive ten inch pole, but even he paled in comparison to the freshman standing beside Braden.

Carter finally strode up to Braden’s neighbor and stared at the towering dick. Everyone waited for him to say or do something, but it seemed like even the pledgemaster was in awe at just how much cock this guy was packing. When he finally moved the ruler beside the guy’s dick it was more an act of respect than a callous ruling like all the others had been. Even Carter couldn’t deny how amazing the dude’s dick was.

Everybody watched intently as the pledgemaster lined the ruler up beside the dude’s thick, rigid, massive cock. The entire crowd held their breath as they waited for the official ruling, but nobody needed to wait for Carter to read off the numbers. Once the ruler was lined up, it was plain to see what they were dealing with. The foot long ruler didn’t even do the guy justice. The head of his massive cock poked just past the edge of the ruler. Everyone stared in silent awe at the over a solid foot of rigid cock.

Braden couldn’t take it. That dick looked so fantastic, but what really had him worked up was how tiny it made his dick look. That guy’s cock was over four times as long as his own and far, far thicker. They weren’t even in the same league. Braden’s little dick didn’t even look like a cock when lined up next to that huge tool.

Carter then turned to Braden and sneered. Braden knew what was coming. He couldn’t even bring himself to protest. He merely nodded and waited for his ruling. Carter lined up the ruler beside Braden’s tiny cocklet and chortled.

“Fuck. It’s even smaller than I thought.” Carter laughed. “Jesus. Not even three inches? Can you even call it a cock?” He mocked mercilessly.

Braden was shocked. Under three inches? That didn’t seem possible. Last time he measured he was a hair over three inches, and he wasn’t even fully boned then. Now his dick was so rigid that it almost hurt. He knew it was impossible that his dick was that small.

He looked down and stared at the ruler. His jaw dropped. The numbers didn’t lie. He missed the three inch mark by millimeters. There was a very clear, very distinct gap between the tip of his rock hard, drooling erection and the third inch tally mark on the wooden stick. None of this made sense to Braden, but he couldn’t deny how hot it was.

“Come on. Let’s show little baby-dick here what a real cock looks like.” Carter barked at the dude standing next to Braden. The dude shot Braden a silent, apologetic gaze and then took his position. Braden couldn’t even be mad. He was fascinated by the dude’s enormous cock, and he couldn’t help but want to see it up close and personal.

The dude followed Carter’s instructions and moved so close the Braden that their dicks were actually touching. Braden had almost a solid foot of height on the little guy which worked out just as well because the short dude had almost a solid foot of length on Braden. The huge, fat tip of his massive cock pressed against Braden’s tiny boner. Braden could do nothing but gawk. His dick had never looked tinier. His gut lurched. His face burned. His heart pounded in his chest. He felt like shit. He felt like a disgrace, but his cock was loving every second of it. He was so horny that he just wanted to cum and cum again.

“Fuckin’ shit that’s tiny.” Carter murmured under his breath. It was barely above a whisper, but Braden heard it loud a clear. He tried to stop himself, but a small moan escaped his lips. Carter heard it loud and clear and sneered at the tall, buff, tiny dicked dude. Braden knew he was busted, but he didn’t know what Carter intended to do with this knowledge.

“Stand aside.” Carter barked at the big-dicked new recruit. Carter hurriedly moved over to Braden and stared intensely into the taller guy’s eyes.

“You like this. Don’t you? You’re getting off on this. Aren’t you?” Carter hissed. Braden tried to avoid answering the question. He wouldn’t even look Carter in the eye, but Carter wasn’t about to be dissuaded so easily.

Carter stroked the tip of his finger along the underside of Braden’s tiny, pathetic, fully boned little dick. “You like it when I tell you how small it is? You like it when I tell you how pathetic it is, don’t you?” Carter hissed. “It’s fuckin’ tiny. It’s a little kiddie dick. I bet my four year old cousin is better hung than you.” Carter continued to mercilessly mock. Braden tried to fight it, but the condescending tone and the constant barrage of abuse aimed at his tiny dicklet was too much. He moaned loudly. His dick lurched. His, thick, heavy spurts of cum erupted from his tiny cock.

Braden may not have had much in the dick department, but his full nuts were almost legendary in their output. This particular load was one for the record books. Braden was so horny that he pumped every last ounce of spunk from his painfully backed up balls.

“Fuck. You came a lot. Impressive given that pathetic thumbtack you call a dick, but I wouldn’t worry about that for long.” Carter chuckled menacingly.

“My hand is filthy. Ugh. I should kick your ass out for that… maybe have you walk up and down campus with that tiny dick of yours hanging out, but I’m feeling generous today. You clean up this mess, and we’ll forget this whole thing ever happened.” Carter growled sensually. His voice was driving Braden wild. It was so forceful and playful. It demanded Braden’s respect, but gave no respect in return. Braden knew he didn’t deserve any though. He was a baby dicked disgrace and deserved to be treated as such.

Carter raised his cum-coated hand up to Braden’s face. Braden wasted no time. He knew what he had to do. He moaned and gasped as he hungrily slurped his own jizz off of the pledgemaster’s fingers. Carter chuckled sinisterly as Braden went to work.

“You really are a fag, aren’t you?” Carter mocked. “You might yet be worth keeping around. We could use someone to suck our dicks. None of the dudes will mind if some clit-dicked little loser like you does it. It’s not gay if the other guy doesn’t even have a cock.”

Braden continued to moan and slurp until he cleaned every last fleck of jizz off of the pledgemaster’s fingers. His dick was already stirring back to life even after dumping the biggest load of his life. Carter’s teasing was driving him wild. The pledgemaster knew his darkest secret and his biggest weakness and had no qualms about exploiting both. Braden felt like he was in a hellish paradise of bliss and degradation. He was determined to fulfill his obligation and prove himself worthy of this fraternity even if his role in the fraternity was just to be their baby-dicked cum-slut.

The rest of the introduction was a blur. Carter didn’t spend much time on each new recruit. He just walked up to them, eyed their junk, and gave them a grade. Most guys ended up getting sent back to high school. Two of the smaller guys got sent to the middle school class, but nobody else got near the same treatment that Braden did. The one dude who had over a foot of rigid cock was even allowed to sit out the initiation completely. As Carter put it, “Damn. With a dick like that you already deserve to be in college.”

The whole time Braden had to stand there completely nude. Once the initial shock faded so did the laughter, but frat bros and initiates alike still kept shooting glances his way and snickering at his small dick. Braden could only fidget awkwardly. His cheeks were burning so red that his face felt like it was on fire. He wanted to find a hole to curl up and hide in, but at the same time he wanted to soak up all the torment he could. All the jeers and jabs struck a chord with him on some carnal level. He was humiliated as he had ever been, but he was also elated by the attention that his tiny dick was getting.

After all the new recruits were given their designations, one of the frat bros came back with an armload of towels and handed one to each of the new recruits. Most guys were given full sized bath towels to cover themselves, but Braden was given merely a small hand towel. All the frat bros laughed as Braden accepted the small towel and attempted to cover himself with it. Braden blushed bright red at the jeers. He knew as well as anyone that the tiny square of cloth was way more than he needed.

“Alright, nooblets! It’s time for your first class!” Carter shouted triumphantly. There were murmurs of surprise from all the new recruits. Nobody had expected their classes to start so soon.

“It’s 3:30 right now, and the next classes start at 4 o’ clock sharp. We’ve gotta hurry if we’re gonna get you all to your first class on time.” Carter stated. He then turned to his frat brothers and began issuing orders.

“You. Take the middle schoolers. You. You’ve got the biggest vehicle. Gather up the high schoolers.” He barked at his frat bros. He then turned around and looked straight at Braden. His eyes gleamed with twisted glee.

“You. You’re coming with me.” Carter said to Braden. He then turned and started to march off towards the front entrance. When he reached the doorway he turned back and asked, “Well? Are you coming?”

“Uh… yeah. Just give me a moment to get my clothes.” Braden said.

“No need for those. That towel is more than enough to cover that dinky dick of yours.” Carter replied. Braden blushed again, but made no effort to deny it. He knew he couldn’t argue against the pledgemaster anyway. All he could do was tough it out until his torment was over.

Braden rode shotgun with the pledgemaster until they reached the nearby YMCA. The college was knee deep in the heart of the city so the local YMCA served as an overflow gym for the local college guys as well as a place where all the grade school kids and families went for their exercise. As such the parking lot was bustling as Braden and Carter made their way in. All the kids who were just getting out of school were being dropped off by the school buses and were getting ready for their after school activities.

Braden was blushing bright red as he made his way to the front check in counter. If his nametag was to be believed, the guy working the register’s name was Matt, and he appeared to be roughly Braden’s own age. The guy working the counter shot him a questioning glance. He was obviously surprised to see the huge, buff young stud walking through the front doors clad in just a tiny hand towel, but when he saw Carter coming along too a look of understanding crossed his face.

“Ah. Another new recruit, huh? I thought I had signed em all up.” Matt said.

“Well we had a change of plans. This guy warranted his own class.” Carter explained. There was a devious smirk on his face and a teasing tone in his voice. Braden knew the check-in guy was already in on the plan, but Braden doubted he had been filled in on the last minute changes yet.

“Oh? Where do you want him then?” Matt asked.

“What’s the youngest you’ve got?” Carter asked.

Matt shrugged and glanced at his schedule. “Huh. We’ve got the peewee league about to start in ten minutes. That’s the K-3 swimming class.” He explained.

Carter rubbed his hands menacingly together like a Saturday morning cartoon villain. “Perfect.” he replied with a sadistic chuckle.

“Is he really that small?” Matt asked. Braden was still standing right there, but the two buddies didn’t seem to care. As far as they were concerned Braden was merely a plaything for their twisted jollies. The dehumanizing nature of the discussion just made Braden feel even punier which in turn got him hotter under the collar. He could feel the blood rushing to his groin. He knew he was chubbing up again. He just had to hope he had the chance to get out of there before he had to show and tell.

“Why not see for yourself.” Carter replied. There was malice in his voice. It was almost as if he knew the exact second that Braden didn’t want to be seen to call him out. “Go on. Drop that dinky rag and show him your dinkier dick.” Carter commanded.

Braden knew better than to resist. He braced himself for the torment to come and then moved the towel out of the way. Matt’s eyes went wide as saucers as he beheld the tiny tool nestled between Braden’s thighs.

“Jesus fuck, that’s tiny.” Matt muttered in awe. His stunned shock slowly gave way to fits of giggles. “Haha… god. You’re right. He needs to be in the Kindergarten class… haha.” He sputtered.

“Hehe. Yeah. Better send our baby boy off to his class. Wouldn’t want him to be late now, would we?” Carter teased.

Braden glanced down at his exposed cock. He was getting so worked up that he was sure he’d be chubbed up by now, but it didn’t look like it. His dick was pretty much the exact same size it had been earlier. It seemed so strange to him because it felt plump and sensitive, but it was far too small to be chubbed at all.

“Yeah. Go on in. Changing rooms are down that hall.” Matt managed to say between giggles. He pointed towards the sign that read “lockers” and sent Braden on his way. Braden nodded silently and began to head towards the lockers. Once he was free of the check-in desk he maneuvered the small cloth back over his tiny dick to save some modicum of pride he had left, but he didn’t even get through the first doorway before he heard someone calling after him.

“Um. Excuse me, little boy.” Matt called out between chuckles. Braden glanced back to see the pledgemaster and the check-in guy pointing at him and giggling. Once Matt managed to stifle his giggles enough, he mustered up the nerve to say, “It’s a health hazard to carry in unauthorized toiletries. I’m afraid we can’t allow you to take that towel in with you.”

Braden’s jaw hung open. There was no doubt in his mind that that was some flimsy bullshit that Matt had concocted right then and there, but what could he do?

“Yeah. Just leave that here with me. I’ll keep an eye on it for you.” Matt said and snickered softly.

“Won’t that be a problem? What with him being nude and all.” Carter asked. Braden was actually surprised to hear the pledgemaster speaking up for him. He thought for sure Carter would be on board with Matt’s teasing.

“Naw. If he were older it might be an issue, but the little ones run around nude all the time. Nobody’s gonna complain about a little kid dick like that.” Matt explained devilishly.

“You heard the man.” Carter said. His voice sounded insufferably smug, but even his tone of voice was nowhere near as smarmy as his grin.

Braden trudged dejectedly over towards the counter and set his towel down next to Matt. He was a little annoyed, but it was alright. He really didn’t need more than a hand to cover his junk. Even that seemed a little excessive given how small his dick was. Braden slipped a hand down to his groin and began to cover up when Carter swiftly reached down and clamped down on Braden’s wrist.

“Oh, no. You shouldn’t do that.” Carter said mockingly. Braden was too shocked to reply. He merely stared stupidly at Carter.

“We’ll be watching you for the rest of your ‘little’ evaluation.” Carter whispered sinisterly. He hissed the word “little” like a snake. The word sent shudders of humiliation and arousal coursing through Braden’s body. Once Carter was sure that his words had sunk in, he continued with his warning.

“You will not be covering that dicklet up while you’re here. Until your initiation is over that pathetic nub you call a dick is public property. Everyone who wants a look gets one.” Carter warned. Braden could feel his flesh break out in bumps. It was the most terrifying thing he had ever heard but also the hottest. Braden shuddered in anticipation. There were so many people here, and each and every one of them would see his private shame.

Braden couldn’t even bring himself to reply. He knew how silly he must look, and it wasn’t even just his dick. His face was burning bright red. There was plain to see how embarrassed he was. His heart was pounding in his chest so hard that Braden could barely even catch his breath. All he could do was manage a weak, shaky nod to indicate that he understood the terms and conditions.

Braden silently turned around and began his slow, labored march down the main hallway. He could hear Matt and Carter snickering behind him, but even that would have been alright. As he went walked down the corridor he heard more and more laughter echoing in his ears. On either side of him were large, open air exercise rooms which were packed with gym goers.

On one side of him a full yoga class had stopped mid pilate just to gawk at his tiny dick. He could feel their unified stare burning the skin of his exposed mini-dick. He wanted to cover up so bad. His hand instinctively began to drift towards his crotch in an effort to hide his tiny shame from their prying eyes. As the laughter grew louder and louder the urge to cover and hide grew more and more too.

Braden’s hand drifted slightly closer to his crotch. He could feel Carter’s stare boring a hole through the back of his skull. Braden had no doubt in his mind that the pledgemaster was watching him waiting for Braden to make one false move. Braden didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. Braden brought his hand up to his midriff and rubbed his fingertips across his abdomen to make it appear as if he was merely scratching an itch as opposed to fighting the urge to cover up.

Something felt very strange to him. Braden had a fairly defined treasure trail that stretched from his belly button, down past the lower set of his defined abs, and met with his neatly kept, short-cropped patch of pubes. The hair of his treasure trail was usually fairly bristly, but today it felt almost soft. He glanced down and marveled at what he saw. The hair seemed fainter… finer… He couldn’t make sense of what he saw. It had to be a trick of his nerves. It had to be.

Braden’s gaze drifted lower, and his jaw dropped. He knew his dick was small, but the little button between his legs seemed ludicrously tiny even for him. It wasn’t even cold in here, but his dick had pulled inward. He couldn’t be sure, but it looked thinner than he remembered too. None of it made any sense. He was so horny right now that his dick felt chubbed up, but it still seemed so short and skinny that it didn’t show the faintest hint of arousal.

Even his nuts seemed smaller than he remembered. His full balls had been one of the few points of pride that he had going on down below the belt, but even they didn’t seem to be as big or to hang as low as he thought they ought to.

He quickened his pace to the lockers. He needed to get out of sight of all these people and figure out what was going on. His nerves were playing tricks on him. They had to be. He couldn’t think of any other explanations.

Braden ducked into the locker room and breathed a sigh of relief as he noticed the lack of older guys. The room was full of children running amok every where he looked. A few were already in their swim suits and sitting patiently, but it seemed like the majority of them were running around and playing tag with each other as opposed to getting ready for their class. Quite a few of them were bare-assed naked.

Braden didn’t mean to glance, but he couldn’t help it. As kid after naked kid dashed past he took a quick catalogue of all the dicks flopping about. This was the Kindergarten through third grade class so most kids were between the ages of six and eight. Braden felt his stomach twist and turn in knots at what he saw. Braden had assumed Carter’s jokes were over-exaggerated just to make him feel even punier, but now that he was actually able to compare, Braden could see that he really did fit in with this age group. His tiny dick looked right at home alongside all these pre-pubescent penises.

Braden glanced down at his dick once more as if to dispel his own disbelief. He didn’t want to accept that his cock was really as tiny as a kindergartener’s. He knew his dick had always been on the small size even since he was born, but that small? No way. He refused to accept it, but his eyes told a different story.

Braden’s tiny dick was looking tinier than ever before. He couldn’t make heads or tails of it. His nuts had dwindled as well. Could they really shrink? Braden tried to rationalize it. He tried to tell himself that it was just nerves, but the more he looked the more he was sure that his junk was legitimately shrinking before his very eyes. Braden stared at his dick and tried to fathom what was happening until a voice snapped him from his trance.

“Hey, mister. You’re an adult, right?” The kid asked. Braden didn’t understand the question. He was too busy thinking about other things. For starters, he couldn’t help but feel like he had seen this kid somewhere before, but he was having trouble remembering where.

Braden did a quick scan of the kid in front of him. He seemed like your average tyke. Braden couldn’t really figure his age, but he had to be here for the K-3 class. His black hair and grey eyes seemed eerily familiar though, and there was something else unnerving about the boy. Braden’s gut lurched as he saw the cock between the boy’s legs. It wasn’t huge by most normal standards, but it was surprising for a kid his age. The boy’s dick was even larger than Braden’s had been back in his prime, and at Braden’s current measurements, the boy had him beat by a good margin. The kid who wasn’t even half Braden’s height had a cock twice as large as Braden’s own.

“Huh…? Yeah. I’m an adult…” Braden muttered awkwardly.

“Yeah. Thought so.” The kid stated matter-of-factly. “But I wasn’t sure. My brother told me that all guy’s things grow when they get to be teenagers, that’s why his is so big, but yours is so small!”

Braden was taken aback. His heart sunk. His stomach felt like it was tying itself in knots. He had never expected a kid to actually call him out on having a tiny dick. He could feel the blood rushing to his face and his groin as his excitement and humiliation vied for control of his neural processes. He couldn’t imagine how this could get any worse.

“Hey, twerp! You’re still not dressed? Haven’t I told you you need to be ready by four o’ clock on the dot!” a familiar voice shouted. Both Braden and the kid looked up to see the new arrival.

Braden’s jaw dropped. Now he knew why this kid looked so familiar. The kid was the spitting image of his older brother who had just entered the room. This was hands down the worst case scenario. Braden knew this guy. He more than knew this guy. He had to deal with that smug shit on a regular basis. Standing before him clad in nothing but a tiny, red, lifeguard speedo was his younger brother’s best friend, Clay.

Braden had always teased Clay for being a little on the shrimpy side. He never once missed a chance to take a shot at Clay’s height and stature, but truth be told, Braden had always thought that Clay was hot as hell. He just never dared admit it. There was some unwritten rule in the bro code that stated that he could never say anything nice about his little bro’s best friend. As such the two had developed a fairly antagonistic relationship, but Clay had never had any ammo to use when they traded verbal barbs… not like what he had today.

“And you’re the one always calling me a shrimp.” Clay remarked sarcastically as he eyed Braden’s exposed dicklet. Braden wanted to cover up. He wanted to hide his shame, but he knew he couldn’t do anything about it. He was already busted, and something about having such a hot guy tease him about his tiny dick was so undeniably hot.

“What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?” Clay teased. Braden still couldn’t work up the nerve to reply. All he could do was stare at the dark, tangled mass of a treasure trail that led down to Clay’s overstuffed speedos. There was no denying it. Clay was hot AND hung. His huge, fat cock threatened to spill out from the tight confines of his small swim shorts.

“I can’t believe your brother call’s you the big man in your family. Please tell me he isn’t referring to that when he does so. I’d hate to think of someone I actually like with such a laughably tiny dick.” Clay continued to chide. He then nodded towards the kid that Braden was just talking to a moment before and said, “Heck. Even my kid brother’s got a bigger dick than that. God you must feel like a pussy, huh? Outclassed by a first grader. God. Have you ever even been laid? If I got you in bed and found that I would laugh your ass right out of my room.”

Braden couldn’t reply. He stood there shaking from the sheer intensity of his humiliation and arousal. He felt like shit but also felt more alive than he had in ages. He couldn’t believe he was being teased like this by this little twerp. Braden glanced down and saw that his little dick was standing straight up at attention. The tip of his dick didn’t even reach above his groin. It had to be less than two inches long and only as big around as a tube of lipstick.

“Do you want to see what a real cock looks like?” Clay asked menacingly. Braden knew where this was going. He knew he should say no. He knew he should get out of there before his torment got even worse, but he couldn’t take his eyes off of Clay’s insane bulge. Braden’s heart was pounding in his chest so hard that he could feel the shockwaves reverberating through his teeth. His dick trembled in anticipation. He felt like he could cream at any given second.

Braden swallowed hard and silently nodded his head. The second he did he felt a pit form in his stomach. He was giving his long-time rival free access to humiliate him further. He knew he should stop, but at the same time he didn’t want to. He needed to see that dick. He needed to know just how small he was in comparison. He needed Clay to see firsthand just how much of a disparity there was between them.

Clay sneered and slowly pushed down his speedos. Braden watched in awe as Clay’s huge, thick cock sproinged into view. Clay wasn’t even hard. He was barely even chubbed up and his massive dick had to be at least ten inches. The fat head of his dick alone was as large as Braden’s entire package.

Clay strode up closer and hoisted his fat cock in his hand. His dick was so huge that it filled his entire palm and still had a few inches left over that spilled out the other side. Clay sneered as he lifted his dick higher so that the head of it lolled menacingly a few scant inches from Braden’s dick. Braden stared in silent, hormonal awe at the size disparity. There was no comparison. Clay’s cockhead was easily five times thicker than Braden’s dick.

Clay lifted his dick further so that the head of it pressed down against his cock. Braden could feel the warmth emanating from it. He could feel the soft tissue weighing down against his tiny dick. Every last cell of his miniature cock was eclipsed by the fat cockhead of Clay’s massive dick. Braden felt a lurch run through his tiny dick. A soft moan escaped his lips. It was nearly silent, but it was loud enough for Clay to hear it.

“Hehe. You really get off on this, don’t you?” Clay asked mockingly. “Do you want me to tell you more about how pathetic and tiny your dick is? Want to hear about how I have had a bigger dick than that since I started kindergarten? It’s true too. Just look at my brother.” Clay continued to menacingly tease.

Braden could do nothing but blush and shudder. His breaths came out short and ragged. His tiny dick shuddered and lurched. He could feel the warm wetness of pre seeping out his tiny dick, but Clay didn’t seem to notice. Braden’s meager dribbles from his tiny cock didn’t even register against Clay’s massive cock.

“Maybe I’ll tell your brother about this. He does know about you, doesn’t he? He knows about your little kid dick? He know about how you love it when guys like me remind you of how pathetic your dick is?” Clay asked mockingly. He sneered at Braden as he waited for some form of reply, but Braden could only silently stare on as Clay continued to rub the tip of his fat, chubbing cock against Braden’s miniature package.

“Have you seen your brother’s cock?” Clay asked.

Braden couldn’t bring himself to respond, but the way he cringed gave him away. He had indeed seen his brother’s cock before and on many occasions. Braden’s younger brother was much less shy about walking around naked after a shower. After all, he had no reason to be. His eight inch python swung enticingly as he strode through the house. Braden could only stare on in silent awe whenever his brother decided to forgo a towel. He sometimes wondered what it’d be like if he spilled the beans to his own brother. How would he take it? Would he be sympathetic? Braden doubted it. It was far more likely that he would take endless sadistic glee in rubbing his superiority in Braden’s face, literally and figuratively.

“Oh, man. You should hear him talk. He could go on for hours about how huge his dick is. I mean, it’s nothing compared to mine, but to yours? It’s fuckin huge.” Clay said. He was really laying it on thick now, but Braden wasn’t about to complain. It was all he could do just to keep the moans from escaping his throat. His tiny dick was standing straight up at attention. Small beads of pre dribbled from the shuddering tip. He felt like he could blow at any moment.

Clay glanced back down at Braden’s crotch. Braden never would have thought it possible, but somehow Clay’s sneer managed to become even more condescending. “Heh. I see why you shave down there. If I had a dick that small I wouldn’t want anyone mistaking me for a real man either. That smooth look is just perfect for a little baby-dicked faggot such as yourself. Wouldn’t you agree?” Clay asked mockingly.

Braden nodded in reply. He shuddered and tried to summon the courage to speak. His lips moved, but no sound came out. He had to silently utter the words five times before he could actually make any sound.

“I agree…” He rasped.

“You agree that you’re a baby-dicked faggot? Or you agree that the smooth look suits you?” Clay asked.

Braden nodded in reply. He struggled again to work up the nerve to speak. The only word he managed to mutter was a singular, “yes…”

“Hehe. You’re right on both counts, obviously.” Clay taunted as he wobbled his huge cock back and forth.

Braden couldn’t take his eyes off of it. He was so entranced by Clay’s massive cock that he couldn’t even think about the fact that he had somehow lost all of his body hair. His once bristly treasure trail and tangled mass of pubes had receded to nothing. His body looked and felt like he had never once had a strand of hair anywhere on it. His skin was as smooth as a baby’s butt.

“You know what? You don’t belong in this class.” Clay mocked. Braden was shocked. He didn’t know where this was going, but he was sure it wouldn’t be good.

“Yeah. This class is for kids old enough to be in elementary school, not for micro-dicked little babies. Come with me. I’m gonna take you where you belong.” Clay said. He grabbed Braden’s arm and began to pull the bigger, buffer college guy out of the locker room. Clay didn’t even bother to put his shorts back on first. The two of them strode out of the lockers as naked as the day they were born, and in Braden’s case he was as hairless as the day he was born too.

Everyone stopped and gawked as the hot young lifeguard with a huge dick dragged the big, buff would-be frat bro through the throngs of exercisers. No one could believe what they saw. The juxtaposition of their two cocks made Braden’s tiny dick seem all that much smaller.

Braden couldn’t help himself. He had to look and see what everyone was staring at. He knew they were staring at his dick, but he didn’t know how small it’d be now. Not even he could fathom how small it had become. It was barely an inch long. His rock hard boner was as skinny as a triple A battery and barely half as long. His nuts had shrunken down to the size of plain M&Ms and had pulled upwards into his body. His once full, loose pouch not pulled in close to his body and held his tiny nuts tightly.

Braden let out a soft moan. His dick lurched. He wanted to cum but nothing seemed to come out except for a few, watery droplets of pre. A few of the gym goers noticed this and began to snigger amongst themselves. Braden couldn’t make out the words, but he knew those faces anywhere. He knew that tone. He knew that body language. They were all making fun of him. They were all mocking his pitiful, tiny, worthless baby dick.

Braden’s whole body shuddered. He moaned again, this time louder than before. He wanted to fall to his knees right then and there and curl up and die, but Clay wouldn’t allow it. The swim teacher yanked Braden to his feet and continued to drag him through the throngs of gym goers. With each step they took they encountered more and more people. Each person they encountered stopped to gawk at their exposed cocks. They each took a quick look at Clay’s massive dick and gave an appreciative nod, but then their eyes fell upon Braden’s miniature little clit-dick. Their expressions immediately changed. Some looked at him with pity. Some looked at him with a look of smug satisfaction, but still others flashed him a mocking sneer. Braden didn’t need them to say anything. He knew as well as anyone how tiny his dick was. He knew it was a joke. He knew it was a disgrace.

Clay finally pulled him through a set of glass doors. “We’re here, kiddo.” Clay said.

Braden was confused at first. He didn’t know where he was brought or for what reason, but soon he realized where he was. Everywhere he looked he saw cribs filled with sleeping kiddos. This was the day care. Clay had taken him out of the kindergarten class and into the room with all the babies. After all, Braden was a baby below the belt. He was a baby where it mattered most.

“Can I help you, gentlemen?” The attendant who was overseeing the daycare asked.

“Yeah. This little brat seems to have lost his diaper. Do you have one that will fit him? Preferably something infant sized.” Clay replied. He made sure to really ham up the last sentence to be extra sure his words stung.

As if in response to Clay’s request, the attendant glanced down to size up Braden. His jaw dropped when his eyes fell on the tiny dicklet between Braden’s buff quads. Braden’s miniature dick had dwindled even further. His shuddering erection was now only as long as the forefinger of his pinky and not nearly as thick.

Braden could do nothing but stand there as the attendant stared at his tiny dick with silent fascination. Braden wanted to leave, but at the same time this was the horniest he had ever felt. He didn’t want this to end.

Something caught Braden’s eye off to the side. The nursery was surrounded on all sides by glass walls. This was so that parents could always keep an eye on their kids no matter where they decided to work out. He could see that several people were watching him through the panes of glass, but what really caught his eye was a group of dudes playing on the basketball court. He knew them very well.

Braden didn’t know what to do. Some of his best friends were mere feet away. So far they hadn’t noticed him, but how long would that last? They had to glance his way sometime. No doubt they had already heard some of the muttering circulation the rest of the crowd. Their curiosity would be piqued soon enough. Braden didn’t have to worry for long. Soon a familiar voice broke his concentration.

“Oh. I see you’ve found our baby boy.” Carter said mockingly. Braden didn’t even have to look to know it was him. The insufferably smug tone of his voice said it all.

“Just in time, too. I just came by to drop of your bah-bah and your dia-dee.” Carter explained. He lifted up a baby bottle and a diaper to indicate what he meant by his baby speak.

Braden couldn’t take it anymore. His eyes burned. Tears began to trickle down the sides of his face.

“Aww… baby gonna cry? Baby gonna cry?” Carter mocked.

“Why are you doing this?” Braden croaked.

“Heh. Why you ask? I know you’ve heard the rumors. You knew what you were getting into when you took the initiation. Each year we slip one new recruit the serum, and it knocks a few years off their cocks.” Carter explained.

“Why me?” Braden asked. He was trying to maintain his composure, but his lips were trembling and his eyes were burning.

“Why you? Because. We always pick the smuggest most insufferable git to teach the kids their place. Truth be told I had kind of hoped you had a big dick so we could really enjoy watching it shrink.” Carter explained. He flashed Braden a malicious sneer and then snapped his fingers. Another one of the frat bros, the one who drove the high school class stepped forward.

“Down with em, Steve.” Carter barked. Steve glanced nervously about and undid his belt buckle. His shorts dropped to the ground and revealed the dick hidden beneath. Braden gawked at what he saw. Steve’s dick was small indeed. Nowhere near at tiny as his own, but definitely embarrassingly small. The tiny tool looked to be every bit as small as Braden’s own before he started shrinking.

“We gave Steve here the serum three years ago. You wouldn’t know it by looking at him now, but he was a cheeky little shit. He was hung, and he knew it. He never shut up about his nine inch python. So we gave him a downgrade. Now he knows better than to sass the big boys.” Carter explained with a sneer.

Braden’s blood ran cold as he checked out Steve’s tiny dick. Not only was it small, but there was only a faint dusting of fuzz around the base. His dick looked like it belonged on a kid who had just hit puberty instead of on a twenty-something college jock.

“Wow. So it took three years to grow back to that?” Clay asked. Braden was shocked. He had almost forgotten that Clay was still with them.

“Hah. He wishes.” Carter sneered. “He’s been that small since we dosed him.”

“What…?” Braden murmured.

“Yeah. The frat’s been doing this even before I joined ‘em. Even with the old dosage, nobody had seen any growth, and they’ve been doing it for decades. I just tweaked the formula a bit.” Carter explained. He had a smug, self-assure grin plastered across his face. Braden’s stomach lurched. He didn’t like where this was going.

“Tweaked… how?” Braden asked nervously.

Carter sneered and nodded towards Braden’s pathetically tiny nub. “Does that look like it knocked off just a few years?” Carter asked mockingly.

Braden shook his head. He had really hit puberty back during his freshman year of high school. He had to have regressed more than four years, but how many years did the serum take off?

“I see you’ve started to figure it out.” Carter sneered. “That little thumbtack should be all the proof you need. My baby cousin is better hung than that and he’s only a month old.”

Braden’s heart felt like it did a flip in his chest. His gut felt like it curled into a knot. He looked down at his tiny cock again. His nuts were now so small that his tiny, tightly packed ballsack had almost pulled in flush with his crotch. His miniature little stiffy looked about the size of the tip of a crayon.

“If my calculations are correct, your dick is every bit as small as it was the day you were born. Congratulations on your new bouncing, baby dick.” Carter announced. His snarky cheer just made Braden feel even worse. If what Carter said was true, then he was stuck with this dick the rest of his life. He was an embarrassment before, but now he was an out and out disgrace. There were newborns out there with bigger cocks than his own.

His eyes burned. Tears started to flow down the sides of his cheeks. His tiny little boner shuddered. He was trapped between heaven and hell, soul-crushing humiliation and glorious carnal delight. He didn’t know whether to cry in rage or moan in ecstasy.

“Aww, come on now. Don’t cry. Come on. Let’s get you to your friends. They’ll cheer you up.” Carter said as if he was mockingly chiding a small child. Braden couldn’t reply. He merely trudged dejectedly along as Carter dragged him to the far wall.

Braden could barely see through the moisture that filled his eyes. He could hear chatter and laughter, but it sounded like it was coming from miles away. All he could was stand there and shudder. He couldn’t even tell where he was or why Carter had led him here.

“Wipe your eyes. You’ll want to see this.” Carter hissed menacingly. Braden didn’t even try to argue. He rubbed his eyes with his forearm and then looked. His jaw dropped at what he saw. His best friends were standing mere feet away. They sounded like they were miles away due to the sound-dampening nature of the glass that surrounded the day care, but they were so close that Braden could have reached out and touched them if not for the pane in the way. His best bros were standing there and howling with laughter as they pointed at his pathetic baby dick. His infantile cock lurched and shuddered. He felt so horny. He just wanted to cum, but nothing seemed to be happening. Braden moaned again and again as his dick shuddered and lurched. Clear droplets trickled from the tip of his dick, but that was it.

Carter began to cackle as he watched Braden’s failed attempts to cum. “God. Your dick really is useless, isn’t it?” He sneered. Braden couldn’t argue with him. His baby dick couldn’t even produce spunk to shoot. All it could do was shudder and twitch. All attempts at shooting just caused a weak dribble of pre to seep out.

Braden was the most humiliated he had ever been, but this was also the most intense sexual bliss he had ever felt. He couldn’t cum, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t reach climax. With each lurch and twitch his cock gave it felt like he was blowing his load all over again. He just couldn’t get and substance to his spurts. He moaned loudly. His legs wobbled beneath him. Braden flopped against the glass to steady himself. His tiny dick pressed flat against the cool pane. Pre trickled from his cock and dripped down the glass as his friends continued to point and laugh. Braden stayed there for what felt like an eternity of blissful punishment as he basked in the intense humiliation being doled out by his friends.

Finally Carter reached down and yanked Braden to his feet. “That’s enough of that.” Carter barked. He gestured for his frat brothers to come to him. Carter’s buddies showed up and glared menacingly at the hecklers behind the glass. They all took the hint and backed off.

“Welcome to the family.” Carter said with a sneer. He looked over Braden up and down and added, “You might be a little, micro-dicked bitch, but at least now you’re our little, micro-dicked bitch.”

Braden understood completely. He was part of the family now. Within the walls of the Alpha Omega house he would be subjected to constant humiliation and blissful degradation, but outside of those walls he had the full backing of all frat brothers of the most powerful and connected fraternity on campus. All frat brothers, past and future would be there for him. This opened up a whole new world of opportunities, but he was hardly thinking about that. He couldn’t wait to start his new life. He had seen Carter’s vicious streak first hand, and he could only imagine what the rest of the brothers were like. Braden knew that his baby dick and fetish going to be public knowledge in those hallowed halls, and he could hardly contain his excitement.

Braden has by far been dealing with the worst humiliation since his shrinking. He never really had much to begin with, but now that he is micro hung after the events of [Alpha Omega] the humiliation is even more severe thanks in no small part to the other members of his frat. He’s under special orders from the other members of the frat to wear next to nothing while at the frat house. The bros all take turns deciding what Braden will wear around the house, and his outfits range from anything to a t-shirt and shoes to a baby bib and pacifier. Whatever he ends up wearing the rest of the frat bros always mockingly call him “Baby Brady”. 

Braden is pretty much bossed around by the rest of the frat bros every day of his life. In fact they often take turns thinking up new and exciting ways to humiliate him in front of the rest of the bros. They’ve done just about everything you can think of. They’ve had him serve drinks at their major frat bash kegger clad in nothing but a baby bonnet. They’ve had him sleep in a cramped undersized baby crib located in the center of the main hall. They’ve even posted flyers all over campus featuring a picture of his face and his dick complete with his measurements and a list of instructions for anybody who happens to see him hanging out around campus. Hardly a day goes by where Braden does hear heckling from random people he has never met. There’s no telling how many times he’s been quietly studying on the quad only to hear a group of girls whistle to get his attention and then start chanting, “Hey, Baby Brady.” In a mockingly childish voice while holding their thumb and forefinger close together in the universal hand sign for “small dick.”

Home life for him is little better. Clay was quick to rat out the story to Braden’s younger brother so whenever Braden goes home he is constantly subjected to taunts and jeers from Clay and Braden’s younger brother, both of whom tend to strip naked while Braden is around and let their big dicks flop about just to torment Braden. 

There’s some small silver lining to all of this. The frat is remarkably defensive of their own despite the harassment they give him. He can count of backup from the frat’s long list of powerful and connected alumni when he graduates, and perhaps most importantly, Braden gets off on the humiliation. His dick is almost always rock hard and he’ll constantly cream his jeans while being heckled. It’s probably a good thing he’s so underhung so that the messes he make hardly amount to more than a few splatters because he can’t always easily get to a restroom to clean up after he cums.