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It was perfect. I had met Aaron a couple of years earlier online. I forget exactly where. It’s not important now. What is important for this story is that we got along really well. We would occasionally hang out in video chat. We would flirt, but it would never get too serious. He always seemed too nervous to go any farther. That was until one night that changed everything.

We were hanging out like usual, having a few drinks, and watching a dumb comedy we didn’t really have to pay attention to. At one point, there was a series of small penis jokes. I didn’t think much of it, but Aaron’s mood seemed to change. He wasn’t upset. Just seemed distracted.

“What’s up?” I asked, pausing the movie.

“It’s nothing really.” His eyes dropped to the floor. I stayed silent, giving him a moment to speak again. He didn’t disappoint. “It’s just that. I have… I have this weird kink.”

At this point I sort of chuckled. I was sure there was no way he was going to surprise me with a kink. It wouldn’t be the first time I was wrong.

“It’s…it’s called small penis humiliation.” He still couldn’t look me in the eye.

He started to explain, but the name said it all. I immediately slipped into my Dom voice. “It’s self-explanatory, right? You like it when people make fun of your little dick, yeah?”

He squirmed. He was mine. “Y…yeah. I mean, there’s a lot to it, but that’s the basic rundown.” When he looked up at me, I could even see the redness of his face over the webcam. I could also tell he was both excited and scared. I knew what I had to do.

“Well… I guess I only have one question, Aaron.”

“W-what’s that?”

“Do you have a small penis?” The question caught him off guard exactly where I wanted him. “It’s a simple question, Aaron. If you showed me your penis, would I laugh at how small it is?”

“I… uh… I’m not sure.”

“Well, there’s only one way to find out.” I smiled. I knew I had him in the palm of my hand. “Show me.”

“Matt, I uh… I don’t know…”

“That was an order. All I want to hear is ‘yes sir,’ understand?” This was a bold step for us. I had played around with ordering him around, but nothing like this.

“Yes sir.” He hesitated for a moment, but stood up and began to undress. Once he got down to his navy blue boxers, he paused. “No screenshots, ok?”

I chuckled and rolled my eyes. He was really nervous about people seeing him. “I promise. Now show me what you’re working with.”

After another moment, he slid his boxers down, and there it was. The cutest little nub I had ever seen. There was barely any shaft to speak of—just an adorable little head poking out from a lightly groomed nest of pubic hair. I immediately threw back my head in laughter.

“Oh wow, Aaron. I guess it’s lucky you’re into small penis humiliation, because that thing is TINY!” he instantly covered himself. “Uh uh. Hands at your sides. I wanna see that little thing.” He obeyed, and I could tell he was starting to get hard. “Aw, do you like that? When I make fun of your tiny dick?”

“Y-yes, sir.” He answered as he got fully hard right in front of me.

“My God. I thought they were supposed to get bigger when they got hard. How big does that thing get? Be honest with me.”

“Three and a half inches, sir.” He replied, twitching with excitement and embarrassment.

“I don’t believe you. I know you have a ruler nearby. Get it and measure the little thing for me.” He hesitated, but quickly found one and held it up to his tiny cock. He was exactly right—three and a half inches.

“Why didn’t I figure that a little guy like you would know his exact measurements off the top of his head? You can go ahead and sit down.” He looked relieved to have his secret shame hidden below the camera’s frame. Little did he know that I was far from done with him. “Start stroking it,” I ordered.

“What?”

“You heard me, tiny. Start stroking your little dicklet for me.”

More hesitation, but before long he reached down and started to play with himself. At first he seemed unsure about it, but got into it quickly.

“That’s right,” I said with a smile. “Keep stroking that sad little thing. While I have you here, I need to ask. Has anyone else ever seen it?”

“Y…yes. Once.”

“Tell me about it.” I grinned evilly and put my hands behind my head, waiting for a fun story. He didn’t disappoint.

“There was this girl. We got back to my place and started really getting into it. At one point I took off my pants and…” he was clearly nervous about talking about it, but I wasn’t letting him off the hook.

“Go on. What did she do?”

“She started laughing. She couldn’t help it, and she felt really bad, but she couldn’t stop. She felt so bad that she sucked it out of pity. It felt great, but the next day I walked by a couple of her friends. They started laughing and… and they wiggled their pinkies at me.”

“So she told everyone, huh?”

“Not everyone. Just a couple friends, but now I can’t even look them in the eye. It was so humiliating.” he started stroking himself a little faster, clearly enjoying the memory of his embarrassment.

I laughed. “That’s fantastic. Now you get to walk around knowing that whenever her hot friends see you, all they’re thinking is ‘there goes the guy with the baby dick.’ Isn’t that right?”

“Y-yes, sir.”

I could tell he was getting close, and I was going to have fun with it. “You know… I’m not sure you should get to cum today.”

He looked at me with desperation in your eyes. I could feel myself growing hard watching his humiliation. “Please, sir. Please let me cum.”

“I suppose there’s one way I could let you cum… I want you to look right into the camera. Say ‘My name is Aaron St. James, and I have a teeny tiny baby penis.” I reached over, hoping he wouldn’t notice as I started to screen record.

“Oh God, that’s so humiliating. Please don’t make me do that.”

“It’s that, or you let go of that little nub right now and deal with being denied. It’s your choice, pinky dick.”

At first I wasn’t sure he was going to do it, but after a moment or two he licked right into the camera. “M… my name is Aaron St. James, and I have a… a teeny tiny baby penis.”

“That’s a good boy.” I smiled. “Go ahead and cum, but stand up so I can watch.”

He quickly stood on his feet, bringing his raging 3-inch boner into frame. He stroked it vigorously, taking very little time for the cum to start spurting out of the end. “Oh, God.” He moaned, “Thank you, sir. Thank you for paying attention to my pathetic little dicklet!”

“You’re welcome, little guy. Now stand there for a minute with your hands off.” He obeyed. I watched as he stood there, covered in his own cum, his dick shrinking down to nothing more than a little nub. “There we go. Now sit down. I’m sick of looking at your micro dick.” He did. While he was distracted, I stopped the recording. It looked like he was beginning to suffer from the scourge that is post nut clarity.

“Hey… I… I gotta go. That was…that was fun.”

“Yeah, it was. Ok, little guy. Have a good night. We’ll talk later.” The screen went blank. My mind raced with what I knew was coming next for my genitally challenged toy. He didn’t know it yet, but he was in for the weekend of his life.

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