Jason’s Comeuppance
By TinySmalls1138.
This story starts the day before a big party we were both going to. It was being thrown by my sister and a friend of hers from college, and there were supposed to be a lot of women there, so naturally, Jason was in an annoying mood. He wouldn’t stop talking about how he was gonna “get so much pussy, bro.” I found it incredibly irritating. My breaking point came when I was hanging out outside, talking to my sister’s friend, Arienne.
She was the kind of woman I always had a thing for. Short, curvy, red-haired, and incredibly funny. I didn’t just enjoy looking at her; I loved hanging out with her in general. As I was talking to her, Jason snuck up behind me and quickly yanked my pants to the ground. Now this normally wouldn’t be that big of a deal, but it was laundry day, and I had very few options. Thus, I was left standing in front of Arienne in a pair of humiliating baby blue briefs.
I was frozen for a few moments. My cheeks burned with embarrassment as her gaze shot down to my lower half, and her hand raised itself to cover her mouth and hide her laughter. My trance was broken by Jason’s mocking voice coming from behind me.
“Damn, bro! Nice panties!” This made Arienne laugh even harder. I quickly pulled up my pants. I wanted so badly to turn around and slug him right in the jaw. I almost did, but then I received a thought from the universe that quelled my anger, if only for the moment. I got an idea for revenge that was so much better than momentary pain. With my face turned a deep burgundy, I stomped inside the house. Arienne followed me, but Jason stayed outside. Perfect.
“Hey, I’m sorry for laughing. It just caught me off guard.” She said with genuine remorse in her voice.
“Don’t worry about it. It’s whatever.” It definitely wasn’t whatever, but I had no time to wallow. “I need your help.”
“With what?”
“I want to get Jason back for all the shit he’s pulled.”
“Say no more. I’m in.”
I was confused by how quickly she agreed until I remembered an incident from a month ago where he lifted her skirt in front of a decent-sized group of people. Seeing her curvy backside clad in only a tiny pink thong was quite exciting for me at the time. Who could’ve guessed that it was now going to help me even more? I told her my plan. She smiled and nodded. Even adding a suggestion of her own that I was more than happy to incorporate.
The rest of the day and the first half of the next flew by with little resistance. Before I knew it, our fairly large house was full of voices, booze, and scantily clad twenty-somethings all enjoying themselves. Jason was one of the first to show up and was predictably acting like an overconfident ass. My instinct was to start the plan right away, but I held off. I knew the more I let him do his thing, the more the rest of the annoyed partygoers would revel in his punishment.
A few hours into the party, I saw my chance. After a few drinks, he took his shirt off. His well-sculpted physique drew a little attention, which was all the better for my plan. I smiled across the room at Arienne, who nodded at me. It was time.
I made my way to my room and grabbed a pair of handcuffs. I tried to be as nonchalant as possible, but I was more than ready to get started. I walked up to Arienne and started pretending to try to get her to help me with a magic trick. She refused, and I persisted. The scene drew Jason over even faster than I thought.
“Hey, little boy blue.” He laughed while finishing up another drink. “Trying to get her to do some kinky shit? I have a feeling she’s not interested after what she saw yesterday.” More laughter. I tried not to let my blood boil, but I couldn’t wait to get my revenge. I took a breath and calmed my voice.
“Nah, I’ve just been working on a new magic trick, but she’s afraid to help me with it.”
“Not surprised. She’s always been a prude.” He tossed his red plastic cup on the floor with abandon as she narrowed her eyes at him.
“Ok, big guy.” She spoke before I could. “If you’re so brave, you do it.”
Those were the magic words. “Alright.” He replied, “Probably gonna be a stupid trick anyway. What do I need to do?”
“Just let me put these handcuffs on you,” I answered. “I’ll do the rest.”
He thought about it for a moment. “Alright. Go for it.” He turned around, and I put the cuffs on him with a devilish grin.
“Alright, everybody!” I shouted. As the attention of the room turned our way, I could tell Jason’s confidence was waning. “I haven’t performed this magic trick for a crowd yet, so get your phones out. One way or another, it’s gonna be good content.”
There was a laugh from the crowd, but almost all of them pulled out their phones and began to record. I could always count on my generation to document everything. I laughed to myself, knowing that Jason couldn’t escape now, no matter what.
“Alright! Arienne, can you please check these cuffs to make sure they’re real and secure?” She happily did so as I stepped behind Jason, who was now facing the growing throng of people, most of them very attractive women that he had spent the day obnoxiously hitting on. It was almost too perfect. With a flourish of my hands, I addressed the crowd once more. “This is a simple, but spectacular trick! It’s called The Disappearing Dignity!” I bent down, grabbed the waistband of his sweatpants and underwear, and pulled them to the ground.
I expected laughter. What I did not expect was the collective gasp that came from the crowd. There was a moment of silence before someone shouted: “Oh my God, it’s TINY!!” That’s when the crowd burst out in raucous laughter. Jason was clearly panicking as the skin all over his body turned bright red. He seemed unsure of what to do at first as the cameras captured his humiliation, and most of the women in the crowd began to wiggle their pinkies at him while making all kinds of comments.
“Now we know why he acts like that.”
“I knew it!”
“Hey, micro man, you still wanna, how did you put it? Beat this pussy up?”
“Beat it up? He could fuck a cheerio without breaking it!”
At this point, I had to see for myself. I craned my neck around to get a look, and I was astounded. He had a legitimate micro penis. There was pretty much no shaft. Just a little head poking out. I couldn’t help but laugh. “Damn, dude. Puberty did you dirty!” He tried to run, but with me holding onto his cuffed hands and his pants wrapped around his ankles, he couldn’t get very far. That’s when Arienne jumped in with her contribution.
“Oh, my God!” She yelled at the crowd in fake indignation. “Stop it! This is so mean!” Jason looked up at her as if he had seen his guardian angel. He was certain she was about to come to his rescue. She continued. “Stop laughing at his tiny baby penis!” This only spurred the crowd on.
His face dropped once again. There would be no escape. Arienne went on, still pretending to be defending him. “It’s not his fault, he’s got an acorn in his pants! He can’t help that he has a MICRO DICK!” she almost screamed the last words, trying to get the attention of anyone who had not yet noticed the hullabaloo.
At this point, a few brave women crouched down next to Jason to get selfies with his little friend. Arienne let a few of them go before once again pretending to come to his rescue.
“No! I won’t let you humiliate his itty bitty peepee like that!” In a move she hadn’t run by me, she reached down and covered his cock and balls with one hand. She basically grabbed it and held it in her palm while feigning admonishment of the crowd.
“You should be ashamed of yourselves! Making fun of a man with a useless little dicklet. That’s so cruel.”
Suddenly, a look of horror ran across Jason’s face. I heard him desperately whisper, “Please, no.”
As soon as he said that, Arienne’s eyes went wide. In shock, she pulled her hand away from his crotch, revealing that he had grown rock hard and not much bigger. This brought renewed laughter from the crowd, most of whom were still pointing their phones directly at his minuscule shame. I was about to let him go, but Arienne jumped in with a sadistic move I never would’ve thought of.
“Oh God, I’m so sorry. I just didn’t expect it to…stand up like that. Hold on, I’ll bet it’s not even fully hard. I’ll bet it gets away bigger. Let me help.”
He let out another pathetic “please no.” But she didn’t notice. She dropped to her knees, grabbed his tiny boner between her thumb and forefinger, and started stroking. The crowd erupted in cheers. They had hardly quieted down before I heard Jason say. “Oh God…oh no.” His body convulsed slightly, and he came into a paper towel that Arienne already had on hand, as the crowd cheered once more.
“Oh, jeez,” she said with perfect fake sincerity. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t expect that. It just happened so quick.”
“Yeah, it did!” Came a taunt from the mass of people.
“Baby dick, AND he comes in twenty seconds?! Pick a struggle, little guy.”
“I got every second of it. This is going on Twitter and Reddit. You’re gonna be famous, Tiny!”
Jason could barely respond in his haze. After a moment of recovery, he turned his head to talk to me. “Damien, I’m sorry. Please let me go.”
I was going to uncuff him and let him retain a sliver of dignity. I swear I was. That was when a very tall man stepped out of the crowd and essentially grabbed him away from me.
“Yeah, let him go.” The man said with a smile. “This little guy wouldn’t leave my girlfriend alone.” I didn’t need to ask what he was gonna do. With little effort, he lifted Jason completely out of his pants so he was naked, minus his shoes. The large man then dragged him to the door. Jason kicked and begged and tried to escape, but all that served to do was give everyone’s cameras one last look at his now shrunken member.
“Have a fun walk home.” The man said, before opening the door and tossing him outside. The crowd cheered one last time, drowning out his cries from the other side of the door. He begged us to let him in for probably ten minutes before giving up. We didn’t hear from him for a few days, but the videos and pictures from the party went semi-viral. I know because I kept looking them up while Arienne and I were upstairs doing awful things to each other. Turns out she likes the color blue.
The End.
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