Stephen

My head was killing me, my vision was starting to clear, and I was in some detention facility. It looked like that. My hands were behind my back, and I was handcuffed. I didn’t even know where I was. I was sitting on a cold chair. Three security guards were talking in another room.

They saw I was awake, came out to introduce themselves, and undoubtedly held back laughter. These officers looked at each other and kept discreetly smirking like there was some big secret they hid from me. It was like they were reading each other’s minds. They were looking down and then started laughing at me. They couldn’t hold back their laughter anymore.

I was furious and yelled, “where the hell am I, and what are you pigs laughing at?”

He pointed at me and said, “Who do you think you are, little man, for yelling at us like that? We should arrest your ass. Since you are so eager to learn what is so amusing, look down.”

I looked down and was horrified by what I saw. I was completely naked from head to toe, and my tiny shaftless penis was exposed to these manly men. I gasped and tried to cover the little guy with both hands but failed. I desperately was doing anything to cover up my undersized wee-wee. I squished my legs together, which made it look even tinier. They were laughing at me.

“Haha, what are you trying to do? There isn’t anything to cover up.”

“It is really chilly here. We are so sorry about that, little bro.”

“I always love when we host music festivals because there is always some douche who causes trouble running around naked with his child-like wee-wee.”

“That is a really tiny penis, man. Life must be hard for you because no one wants that unhung tee-tee anywhere near them. Damn, you are hung like a field mouse. Check out those big muscles. haven’t ya heard? No amount of lifting weights is going to help you grow that teeny muscle between your legs. Your big legs make it look even tinier. That is just hilarious and sad at the same time. How do you even jack off? You must use two fingers or possible one.”

I shook my head and asked, “can I please just go? I am sorry for all the trouble I caused.”

“You hear that? This little pee-pee boy is embarrassed by his pathetic excuse for a penis. How old are ya, boy?”

“25.”

They really had a field day over that.

“Oh wow, we thought maybe you would still have time to grow, but you will be stuck with that little stumpy for the rest of your life.”

I was super red in the face and wanted to throw up. It was humiliating how these men were drilling me with horrible comments about my pinky-sized jewel.

“Let’s give the little guy a break because it must be hard for him to have a tiny acorn bouncing between his legs. Before we let you go, you need to promise us you won’t streak and let anyone see your little vulva again.”

I was so ashamed but didn’t have a choice in the matter, so I said, “I won’t ever streak again and let people see my little, baby dinky winky again. It’s so minuscule. I can’t even see it when I look down because of my thick abs. It’s a dick-do.”

They laughed and slapped me on the back for being a good sport about having such a cute little peanut. Before they would let me go, they took out a camera and took a picture of me and my little weenie roast. They said it belonged on their “wall of shame,” which included photos of other vigilantes. I was the only nude one.

They shoved the photo in my face, and man, was it tiny. I was incredibly embarrassed my nude body was photographed and would remain on that wall forever. Anyone who passed by would take the utmost pleasure and sheer joy seeing me in my cold, shriveled up state.

They uncuffed my hands and let me go. I asked them for some clothes, and they denied my request. They said if I had the bolstering confidence to jeopardize my lack of manliness to thousands of music lovers, I should take no problem going outside with my stack of dimes. They pointed in my face and told me I better not cover myself. I needed to accept my shameless schmeckle.

The festival was only a day, so they claimed no one would be outside. As I snuck towards the exit door, they watched my withering prepubescent penis and commented on my bodacious, bubble behind. They said I had a breathtaking and sensational backside, but ashamed of my pitiable front. I ignored them, and propped my head outside the door. They lied! There were plenty of workers cleaning everything up.

One of the security guards escorted me to my car. He made sure I kept my small microphallus exposed to the public by handcuffing me again. Immediately, I heard people laughing and giving me the small penis sign. I felt so demeaned and crushed by this awakening. I wondered people would give me some sympathy. I would have liked some consolation that size doesn’t matter and my little, tiny mushroom cap could bring someone pleasure.

a big bear-like worker asked condescendingly, “hey, what up shrimpy, too much to drink last night?”

I saw so many people with their phones out, gawking at my baby dick from a distance, I don’t even know how they could see it. I took some comfort knowing it was so tiny it probably wouldn’t have showed up on their phones. The security guard noticed my obvious discomfort and told me not to worry about my little dum dum lollipop because most people don’t care. I knew this was a lie because he held back a chuckle after.

After what felt like miles of little dick jokes, we reached my car. He uncuffed me, smacked my butt for emphasis, and left. I entered the car and looked down at my soft, little penis. It was so tiny, and I was so embarrassed. I put on my extra clothes, so my weenie peenie wouldn’t be exposed anymore. I was praying any recordings would not reach France. I returned to campus, and no one said anything. I believe no one saw anything, which they probably wouldn’t have anyway. I was super lucky.

Jordan

This morning, I received an interesting and alluring text from Jenny that they had something they could use over Stephen. I told Connor, and he was excited because we had hit a rock wall for months trying to come up with something.

There was nothing we could use over Stephen since he was a masterful cheater and made us lose last year’s final game. It ruined our team’s reputation, and we lost most of our scholarships. People desire to know the truth behind Stephen, but we know we cannot prove it, but this text sounds promising. Jenny let us into Kate and Fiona’s dorm room.

Immediately, we wanted the juicy tea on Stephen. Jenny explained where she was and showed us the video on her laptop. It was a cocky Stephen wearing a thong and stripping his clothes. We stared intently at the screen, questioning if it was real. He finally yanked his thong and exposed his little nub with balls smaller than peanuts to the camera.

Connor and I started laughing super hard with everyone else, and tears were practically falling out. We couldn’t even believe a grown man could have such a tiny, little pecker. There was almost nothing there, just a little button in a fur coat. We were wronged by Stephen at some point, and it was time we had this sweet revenge. We blossomed brightly being in this position, something we never wondered we would see.

After the video, Jenny leaned in and asked, “so, now you know about Brian’s little gherkin secret, what do you propose we do about it?”

I looked at Connor, and he nodded. I looked at him wide-eyed, like something miraculous had been uncovered.

With an evil grin, we asked the girls, “do you know about the end-of-the-year rugby student gala?”

Kate looked puzzled and asked, “no, what is that?”

“It is only the most enormous student-run banquet in this country for rugby players. It is like a day conference; they first highlight the year’s best player. We are organizing it and know Stephen will be named ‘Student of the Year’, so we just need to ensure this video will be seen by everyone there. There are usually around 500 people there. That’s potentially a lot of eyes to witness Brian’s deep, dark, tiny secret. He would be ruined and annihilated. He would be single for the rest of his life. No one would ever sleep with him knowing he had a tiny thumb for a sausage.”

Kate smiled and said, “If you can make it happen, let’s do this! Operation Tiny is in order.”

Connor and I giggled at that very appropriate name.

All of us joined hands and yelled, “operation tiny!”

Stephen

I am super excited to attend the end-of-the-year rugby student gala. It is the best event for university rugby players. This event is my final chance to mark my legacy as a university rugby player. This is my last time to shine because, after next semester, I will be a graduate and scouted for a hugely professional team.

I arrived at the luxurious hotel. The venue was average. I am sure most students will be astonished because they don’t usually come from a high-class lifestyle like me. Not everyone can be born into wealth and privilege; most people shouldn’t. I walked in with a charming dark purple suit. I could see all the girls infatuated with me, which made sense. Why wouldn’t they be? I was fundamentally perfect everywhere. Any girl would be lucky to have me.

Everyone was eating, and I was having a good time at my college’s table. Jordan from a rival college of ours, someone who tried to ruin my career, spoke at the podium, saying we should move to the dance floor for a relevant dance for the evening.

This was strange because dancing happened at the end after the awards were given out. Everyone confusingly moved to the dance floor, and “Short Dick Man” by 20 Fingers started playing. I was stunned. Why did they start by playing a song like that? The song had the most humiliating lyrics any man with a little, tiny dick would cringe at:

“Don’t want no short dick man

What in the world is that fucking thing?

Do you need some fucking tweezers to put that little thing away

That has got to be the smallest dick

I have ever seen in my whole life

Get the fuck outta here

Iny weeny teeny weeny

Shriveled little short dick man.”

People laughed at the song, and I pretended to play along but sometimes felt my face burn red thinking about how everyone would react if they saw my undersized slugger. I would be mortified if they saw my little, excited inch poking straight out. After the song, they told us to return to our seats. Everyone kept on laughing at the music.

Jordan said, “please, everyone, I know the song is comical and beyond laughable. We hope the lyrics give you some inspiring ideas. You will know soon why we played it. Thank you, everyone, for attending tonight’s event. Are you all excited?”

The audience repeated they were with thrilling sensation.

“We are, too, because we have a unique, little treat here tonight. We are awarding a man of courage, honor, and integrity. Stephen Blaire is one of the most talented rugby players of all time we have seen in this country. Don’t take our word for it. His remarkable talent can’t just be shared by spoken word. Check out this sizzle reel we made for him throughout his career.”

I was excited to see what these idiots did for me. The video will obviously be outstanding for my performance. As the video played, I was confused and horrified to see a video of me at the music festival in Maine. I was wearing my lucky thong, the one I was wearing tonight. I saw everyone was shocked but started giggling at my body. I heard several comments about how hot my body was.

I would usually be inflated by compliments from these bimbos. Still, I had a horrible feeling about where this video was going. The security guards never told me what was captured that evening, mostly because I didn’t want to know. I was staring at my drunk, idiotic self acting like a stupid fool, and finally, it came to the final countdown. I pulled down my thong, and you could see my little baby nub of a penis bounce in everyone’s view.

The whole room became entranced by my pathetic nanoscopic innie and exploded in laughter at my little condition. The camera person zoomed in, so you could see every humiliating detail. There was footage of my little dinkle fondled and played with. The entire room reverberated with uncontrollable laughter, and even the band’s lead singer made fun of my little guy. I didn’t know they spotlighted me at the festival. I couldn’t even hear anything from the blaring, chaotic howling from the room.

It was mind-numbing what was happening. I couldn’t believe my embarrassing naked body was shown to everyone across the country. Even my team couldn’t control themselves. Everyone held cameras and recorded the video on the screen, and most people were staring and laughing at me. I couldn’t stomach this. I tried to leave, but my teammates forced me to stay.

I heard comments from girls who were legitimately upset because I was hung like a toddler. This ruined their image of me. They questioned why the hot, cocky guys at all times had teeny-sized packages who couldn’t perform in bed. The guys said they understood why I never used the locker room showers with anyone. The video lingered for what felt like forever, but finally ended. Sadly, it took a century for the laughter to die down.

Jordan laughed his ass off and said, “thank you for learning about the great and mighty Stephen. We have all heard the phrases like size does not matter or the motion of the ocean. You know what they say, something like small things pack a powerful punch or some bullshit. These come from unhung guys like Stephen here who can’t accept their role as a baby-dicked dudette who can’t sexually please anyone. These guys are angry and arrogant because they have to overcompensate for their shortcomings. We aren’t done for the night. We have a few special guests who would like to personally congratulate Stephen.”

Kate, Fiona, Jenny, Sophie, Rachel, Emily, and Rona walked over and brought me to the stage. I was distraught. What was going on, and why were these stupid girls here?

Kate spoke at the podium, “what you don’t know about little Stephen is, he is a horrible person who uses and mentally and emotionally abuses girls. He made us feel undesirable and contributed to our low-self esteem. We wanted to repay him for the kindness he graced us with. Are you ready, ladies? Go!”

I didn’t know what that meant but was scared. After Kate spoke, she joined in and began stripping me. They ripped off my entire suit and threw the articles of clothing to the screaming audience members. People were hooting and laughing as they were doing this to me. They finally got me down to my lucky thong.

They laughed and smacked my ass as they held me down. The girls gave me a gigantic wedgie. I tried hard to fight them off, but these girls were powerful together. I was helpless. Everyone was filming me, and there was a professional cameraperson seizing every opportunity to record my soft body.

“Are you all ready to see Stephen’s really tiny dick?”

The audience shouted with joy filling their lungs and chanted baby dick repeatedly until they gave me a wedgie so hard that my thong ripped off. It fell to the floor by my ankles. I quickly covered the tiny jellybean. The girls pulled my hands away from my miniature crotch and began laughing at my adolescent-sized joystick. They grabbed and handcuffed me to the pole with my hands behind my back. Not this again.

The whole room detonated with horrific laughter. It was appalling. There were millions of cameras focused on my little penis. They had to organize the room but had people come up in groups and take pictures. Some were closeups of my little pinky-like boy chode. They laughed at how my nanoscopic balls were bigger than my ping-pong ball. I couldn’t say anything because I was speechless.

This was the worst experience of my life. I was hoping someone would end this, but that wasn’t gonna happen. For everyone to get a better look, they set up a live camera in front of me which was projected on the big screen. You could really see how tiny I was now from afar.

Jordan and Connor came up and put the microphone to my face. They told me to say their college was better, I cheated, and have a prick more diminutive than a newborn baby. I repeated what they wanted me to say, and everyone in the room had the time of their lives.

Jordan said, “to all the guys in the room, don’t worry if you don’t have someone yet because you will always be better off than that little cocklette between Stephen’s legs. No one will ever sleep with him. Be grateful to be average because it is better than that. I mean, imagine owning that little dangling piece of meat your entire life.”

People came up and commented: they didn’t know cocktail weenies were on the menu for tonight, they could use my abnormally sized pee-pee as a model for medical students on how to care for infant-sized penises, and they knew women with more giant clits than mine. These comments were horrible.

They looked through my bag and discovered my Magnum XL box of condoms, which I only purchased for the clout. They took it out and opened one. My tiny manhood barely fit in and only covered 5% of the entire condom. This drove people crazy.

Many people flicked my little penis and filmed my reaction. Everyone was dancing the night away while I was subjected to various small dick jokes. For some reason, my little penis started to harden. This wasn’t happening. Some folks saw my baby boner and pointed it out.

With the mic, Jordan said, “wow, everyone. It looks like Stephen has a little, special announcement just for us” as the camera zoomed in on my little boner.

Kate came up to me, squeezed it, and stroked it with two fingers. My hard dick was smaller than her little pinky finger. She made sure to point this out because she had abnormally small hands. I felt it coming, and my hips suddenly pushed forward. Strands of semen ejected out of my little wee-wee for everyone’s delightful enjoyment. It quickly shriveled to an innie coated with my cum.

This made everyone go crazy. They couldn’t believe I just blew my little load. People also laughed at how I was a premature ejaculator. The night ended with hundreds of pictures and disgusting comments about my little pink worm.

The place was empty, and no one undid the handcuffs. I was worried because how was I gonna escape. I didn’t want the hotel staff to see me like this. They had the place for another two hours.

Kate unexpectedly came up from behind and told me how good she felt in her position of power. She grabbed my little boy-like penis with two fingers and massaged it. I moaned, and she giggled at me.

“Hey, officer, one-inch. No one is coming to save you. It is only you and me here. It must be so awful to have this little weenie between your legs, knowing you will always be a tiny virgin for the rest of your miserable life. I don’t pity you because you deserve to have this smallish subatomic particle.”

My penis started to harden, and soon enough, it was rock hard. She laughed and said it looked like a little bullet. She measured it at 1.3 inches. After reading the measurement, she even turned red because she was so embarrassed for me.

“Oh my goodness, you are hard at 1.3 inches! This is just sad!”

She kissed my tiny itty bitty peen and put the entire thing in her mouth with no issue. I came in her mouth so fast. She spat it in my face and undid the handcuffs.

“Run along home, loser. Have fun finding someone who will even consider talking to you now.”

“Where are my clothes? I can’t run home like this. People will see me naked.”

“Not my problem. Go on with your little half-incher.”

I ran through the hotel as fast as feasible, with people watching and laughing at me. I sprinted home and endured many comments from passers-by. Thank god it was at night, so there weren’t many people out. I reached home and realized I didn’t have my house keys.