You’ve had a stressful week, but you wake up on Saturday with the sun shining through your window. It’s the perfect day to go to the beach, so that’s exactly what you do.

You arrive at the beach wearing a tank top and swimming shorts but quickly lose the tank top so you can swim in the water. You step in and instantly regret it due to the freezing water, but you know you’ll get used to it soon, so stay strong and inch further in. Eventually, the water is at crotch level. You feel it soak through your crotch. Your dick is about an inch long when soft, so when the water reaches it, it shrivels to a tiny nub resting in your almost nonexistent balls. It makes you feel embarrassed. Still, you came for a good time, and nobody knows about your secret.

Eventually, you get bored and return to the beach to towel off. Walking along, you see a girl lying in the sun with two other girls to the side, but she catches your eye. You wonder to yourself if it’s her or maybe just your eyes playing tricks on you. Either way, you decide to be the bigger person (usually pretty small) and speak to her. Upon closer inspection, it looks like your suspicions were correct, and lying there was Bri, Alli, and of course, your ex Jazzie.

“Jazzie? Hey, what are the odds of seeing you here?” you say in a friendly tone, even though it doesn’t feel true.

Jazzie doesn’t seem in the mood for pleasantries. “Did you follow me here?”

“W-what? Of course, I didn’t,” you stutter, shocked by her tone.

Now, you look at her lying in a bikini with it all out for everybody to see.

She eyes you up and down. “You still work out, I see. Your arms look bigger. And your shoulders. I’m sure some things have stayed the same size, though.”

Jazzie smirks on that last line, and to her side, you glance at her two friends giggling to themselves. You start to blush but try to keep your cool. You know that girls talk, and they’ve more than likely already discussed your pathetic dick on several occasions. You’re about to say something back, but Jazzie decides she’s not done.

“Even with all of those muscles, you’re still pathetic and weak,” she said.

Your jaw almost drops, and you grin. “Hey, you’re tiny. How can you call me weak?”

Without batting an eyelid, she stays lying down, hooks her foot behind your leg, yanks it hard, and you fall in front of all three of them. Before you get a chance to get up, you’re lying on your back with Jazzie on top of you, pinning your arms down. The other girls take some of the long beach towels and use them to tie you up. You’ve never felt so embarrassed, but little do you know that it will get so much worse.

Jazzie said, “You know the girls always ask me, ‘Why did you leave him? He’s so cute. He’s so hot. He’s so good to you.’ The easiest thing to do is show them why I broke up with you.”

Alli chimes in. “Jazzie tells us you have a dick the size of her big toe.”

Bri can hardly contain herself and busts out laughing. You squirm and wriggle to try and get out, but Jazzie won’t budge.

“Get off of me, Jazzie. You’ve made your point. Just let me go,” you beg.

She looks judgmental and finds it amusing that you seem to think you’re in a position to bargain. “Let’s undress you. I mean, look at that sun. You don’t want tan lines do you?” she asked.

You’re scared for what’s about happen as her hands cross your waist, but instead, she takes off your flip flops first and puts them aside.

“Ladies, do the honors,” commands Jazzie.

There’s no hesitation from the two girls, and they yank down your shorts in an instant that feels like a lifetime. Then two seconds of pure silence as the three women eye up your shriveled little dick hiding above your balls.

“Hahahahahahaha…”

Enormous laughter erupts, and you’re praying for a shark to leap out of the water and put you out of your misery.

Bri wipes the tears from her eyes. “That’s disgusting; it’s like a child’s dick.”

Jazzie says, “Wow, it’s smaller than I remember it. You’ve done the impossible.”

Alli pulls out her phone and starts filming your struggle. You start to wriggle increasingly in a poor attempt to escape your restraints.

You scream, “Stop it, you little bitch!”

Jazzie picks up your flip-flop and smacks you in the balls with it. You wince in pain, and once again, laughter begins. The feeling of being touched there and seen by all the people on the beach makes you hard.

Alli screams in excitement, “Oh my God, it’s getting hard. He likes it when we humiliate him. It’s gone from a baby’s dick to a five-year-old boy-sized one.”

“Don’t get your hopes up,” replies Jazzie as she presses her pinky finger next to your growing dicklet.

You look down and are even surprised at how similar your penis is to her little finger. Another group of girls is passing by you all and wonders what all the laughter is about. A cute, seemingly innocent brunette girl in the group laughs, takes a few photos, and continues with their day. However, you still hear them laughing in the distance.

Alli strokes your little stiffy with her finger and thumb. “I want to make you fully hard.”

Little does she know that this is the hardest you’ve ever been, and three and a half inches is your maximum length. Jazzie informs them that it’s not growing any time soon. You feel awful but incredible at the same time. Each word. Each laugh. Each touch gets you even closer to the edge.

“Ewwww, oh my God, it’s pulsating now. I see why you broke up with him,” says Bri

“Now for the final test,” announced Jazzie as she changed position and pressed her foot against your balls. It hurts, but it feels amazing. “Look, ladies, I told you. Mr. Big’s strong muscles over here have a tiny little dick the size of my toe.”

By this point, you’re dripping with pre-cum, and it’s all too much. You’re getting closer and closer.

“Look, he’s about to fucking cum!” shouts Bri.

You moan, and spurts of cum shoot out your little tip for all to see. The girls watch as pools of your cum form on your stomach, and your balls are drained without even being touched. Alli and Bri continue to laugh at your mess but Jazzie’s face drops.

She stands up and looks down at you. “You’re fucking pathetic,” she says to you.

You’re still coming down from the bliss you felt, but it hurts. The ladies walk away from you and leave you tied up and soaked in your cum while your babydick shrivels to less than an inch while the whole beach watches.

It would be best if you went to a different beach.

 

The End.

 

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