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Part 5: The Lesson 2…

Oops. As the unbearable pleasure of my premature orgasm faded, my two fingers fell softly from my short shaft onto my lap, and my senses began to return to the room slowly.

The first thing I noticed was the roar of laughter in my ears, which prompted me to look back and forth between Mallie and Sophia in a panic. Both of these sexy, tight-bodied goddesses had tears in their eyes from laughter at my ridiculous display of no sexual stamina.

The second thing I noticed was Sophia’s phone. Though her hands were shaky from laughter, she held her phone up, pointed directly at my shame. I only hoped it was photos and not a video.

The final thing I noticed was that, in the midst of all the chaos, Mallie had clicked to the next slide. I barely had any time to process what had just happened, as my gaze was bombarded with a very triggering image. The very same picture that Mallie had sent me weeks ago after she found my ruler. An image I had masturbated to many times- Dean’s cock, with Mallie’s petite hand wrapped around it, her other hand holding up my ruler. Dean, a complete douchebag, frat-bro, who didn’t even really like Mallie, TOWERED over my three inches.

Obviously, this wasn’t my first time seeing this picture, but this time it struck me differently. Flanked by two of my dream girls, totally exposed, feeling smaller than ever, with a sobering post-nut clarity- the reality of this picture felt heavy. Like a ton of bricks was sitting on my chest, I swallowed hard and breathed in a deep, resisting breath. These previous cocks were bigger than mine, sure, but Dean? We weren’t even the same species. His 9-inch monster dwarfed my now flaccid baby dick, which shrank more and more each second, still glazed with a small load of its own watery cum.

It’s not fair. Dean is an asshole, and just because he was blessed with a big dick, he gets to fuck my crush whenever he wants? Meanwhile, I’ve been there for Mallie at every turn, often comforting her for the way he, or other guys like him, treated her. And yet, my micropenis has me humiliated and submissive, used for entertainment, completely emasculated, even infantilized. I’m just a silly little toy to these girls. Not a man. Not a sexual option at all. I looked down at my shrunken nub. It looked the smallest it’s ever looked in my eyes. Dean’s cock truly makes it look like a baby penis.

I have no clue how long it had been since my premature ejaculation, as I was lost deep in thought, but I must have been wearing my embarrassing revelation on my face, because Mallie and Sophia had both quieted down and began to rub my back. The physical contact brought me back to the present.

“Hey there, hey now. Relax, bud. You just got a little over excited, is all, it happens to the best of ’em!” Mallie comforted. Sophia snorted, “… though I’ve never seen one pop THAT fast…” More laughter.

I was too captivated by the pic of Dean to even react to Sophia’s dig. Mallie followed my eyeline to the screen and realized that she had clicked ahead to the slide of Dean’s nine-incher. “Oops! I jumped ahead! Oh, I see… he’s already ready for the next slide hehe. Bestie, you are so precious. I was gonna berate you for not holding out until the end of the lesson, but I can see in your eyes that you’re already eager for more humiliation,” she teased. “If I didn’t know any better, I would have guessed this was your first time seeing this photo, but we all know that’s not true. So why ARE you so shellshocked, bestie?”

“He did just blow his load like 30 seconds ago, hehe,” Sophia pointed out. Mallie nodded thoughtfully, “True, but I can see in his eyes that this photo meant something to him. Is the lesson starting to really sink in, hun?” I nodded slowly. “Good boy. Tell us how you’re feeling then, bestie.”

I opened my mouth to speak, but no sound came out at first. My throat was dry and tight. “Ahem,” I coughed, “I um… I just…. I never understood why you kept going back to Dean. No matter how big an ass he was. It just didn’t add up. For so long, it tore me up inside. But now… seeing him… seeing your pretty hands… and seeing… my… little penis. It just suddenly… clicked…” I selected each word like my life depended on it, and upon finishing my point, realized how pathetic I sounded. Panicked, I threw out a “… I guess.” to try and soften the damning admission I had just made.

“Wow…” Sophia trailed off, smirking devilishly. Mallie smiled gently, “Bestie, that’s exactly what I was hoping you’d say. You’re really cum-ing along nicely, pun intended!” They both giggled before Mallie continued, “Let me be clear, though. We LOVE you, bestie. We love how sweet you are. How gentle you are. How accommodating and kind you are. All the girls agree that you fit right in with us. WAY more than any other guy we know. It’s like you’re one of the girls!”

Once again, I can’t explain it, but I smiled warmly and genuinely at this. For most guys, this would have felt patronizing and emasculating, but for some reason, it felt so good to hear her say it. Sophia swooped in to ruin the heartfelt moment, “HA, and now that we’ve seen your little clitty, we know it’s EXACTLY like you’re one of the girls!” This got a good laugh out of Mallie.

“Good one, Soph! And look! We’ve got him ready for some more action!” Mallie pointed out my now semi-erect peewee. “Let’s get him cleaned up for round 2,” Mallie said a she pulled the end of the pink bow and unraveled it from my dainty half-chub.

Sophia reached back and grabbed a box of tissues off of Mallie’s bedside table. She pulled one out and, to my surprise, began to dab at my messy little dick. “Tsk tsk, let’s get this winky all cleaned up. So futile, having to clean up the baby knowing he’s just going to make another mess…” she giggled.

“Ooh lucky bestie! Do you like the way mommy Sophia tidies up your little peepee?” Mallie cooed. I nodded eagerly, still looking down, watching Sophia work. She was careful not to touch me with her fingers more than she needed to. Nonetheless, I was soon rock hard from her gentle caresses. She was clinical, as if this were a chore for her. Once she got it mostly dry, she tossed the tissues into the trash, then lightly tapped her pointer finger on the tip of my now straining boner and said, “There you go, little guy. All clean. All better.”

I couldn’t help but notice that I had never seen this side of Sophia before. Normally, she was cold and indifferent to me. Something changed in the way she saw me, transforming her into a mocking, teasing, yet nurturing goddess. My tiny penis brought this new side out. She saw how small I am and began to treat me the way she thought I deserved to be treated. “Thank you, Soph,” I muttered earnestly. “You’re soooo welcome, little buddy!” she replied, speaking directly to my penis.

“Okay! You ready to keep going, bestie? I know your baby dick is hehe,” Mallie asked. I nodded eagerly. Once again, I was consenting to more humiliation purely out of impulse. “Good! So, I know you’ve seen this one before, but this actually isn’t the only photo we took that night!” She clicked to the next slide. A similar picture appeared. The composition was the same, but the ruler was gone and, instead, that hand held a pinky out straight right next to the head of Dean’s cock. It was just about the same in length. The implication was clear, but I was certain Mallie was about to elaborate anyway. After taking in the image, I looked to her as if she was about to speak.

“As you can see, my pinky is about the size of Dean’s commanding cock helmet. Why is that important, you might ask?” she asked with a smirk. She suddenly brought her hand up next to my petite boner and held her pinky next to it. My stiffy just barely reached past her pinky nail. “See! Same size!” she brought the ruler up next to it as well. My stiffy was just under 3 inches now, having just orgasmed. Her pinky was right around two and a half. Given the vast distance between these measurements and Dean’s impressive 9 inches, I didn’t bother pointing out the slight difference.

Mallie giggled as she held her pinky in place, watching my red face and bewildered eyes take in the sight before me. Sophia jumped in to explain the obvious, “That means her pinky represents your peepee in the photo. You know what that means?” she probed.

“Um… that my penis is the size of his head?” I concluded, looking for affirmation. Both the girls giggled and cooed, “Yes! Good!” The humiliation cut deep. Despite everything I had been through that day, they continued to devise new, devious angles to make me feel small and embarrassed.

“You know, the pinky comparison was one of the first things I did when I found that ruler. I was initially so perplexed about what the marks meant. I thought ‘What in the world would a young man be measuring over and over again and marking his progress? It couldn’t be his penis… right? Penises aren’t pinky-sized, are they?’ Haha, little did I know!” she recounted, in a mocking voice.

“You have a literal pinky dick. Not only are most guys bigger soft than you are hard, but some guys, like Dean, literally have cock heads bigger than your wimpy little boner! That’s next-level loser status. Sorry!” Sophia proclaimed, “I know that sounds mean, but it’s just TRUE! Like I’m sorry, but I would NEVER fuck a guy your size!”

“Soph! C’mon! That’s mean!” Mallie stepped in to defend my honor. Sophia pressed further, “Oh, please! It’s just the truth. You might not say it out loud, but you feel the same way. Isn’t that the whole point of this? To get him to accept that fact and embrace his role in our friend group as a beta?”

“Well, yes, but I’m trying not to be TOO cruel about it!” Mallie argued, her pinky still lingering near my throbbing micro penis. Sophia wasn’t having it, “I don’t know if we need to worry about that! He’s been loving every second of this! He’s literally BEGGING for more SPH. Mission accomplished?”

Mallie caved a bit and let out a laugh. She relented, “Fair enough, I guess. Bestie, is it too far for us to call you a loser? Not like everywhere, just sexually.” I simply nodded. I had no fight left in me. They already broke through all my defenses. To be completely honest, I was just wondering what the next slide was. I had a hunger for more embarrassment.

“So we all agree, then! He’s a loser. Sexually inadequate. A helpless baby dick loser,” Sophia declared. “Now show this baby dick loser exactly what he wants to see, Mallie.”

“Without further ado, bestie. A real man, with a real cock, at work,” Mallie announced, clicking to the next slide as she did. This time, the photo appeared to have been taken by Dean. The perspective was higher up, looking down at my best friend in the whole world, Mallie, as she held his massive schlong in her little hands, while planting a wet kiss on the tip of his cock head. She enveloped about a third of his helmet in her mouth. Saliva pool just a bit around her pursed lips. I imagined her tongue doing circles around his tip behind her lips. Her button nose and blue eyes were a cruel reminder that this was, in fact, Mallie.

Her expression looked hungry and eager, just like I’m sure mine has looked while Mallie and Sophia have relentlessly humiliated my baby dick. She’s never looked at me that way. Oh, how I longed to have her look at me that way. I suppose getting to see it at all was a good enough consolation for a guy my size.

She looked angelic and powerful with that monster cock in her hands. ‘What a woman,’ I thought. My minuscule erection bounced and twitched at the heavenly sight. The girls both giggled, watching me. They knew exactly what was going through my head. They didn’t need to say anything.

Mallie clicked to the next slide. The same camera angled now captures Mallie, with wide and watery eyes, with about half of Dean’s cock shoved down her throat. Her hands now grabbed Dean’s hips as she pulled his baseball bat of a cock deep into her mouth. “Oh, geez!” I cried softly. This elicited loud laughter from my audience.

Sophia finally chimed in, “She looks soooo hot with that big cock in her mouth, don’t you agree?” I nodded, not breaking eye contact with the screen. I wanted to look at Mallie, but I wasn’t sure if I could handle it. I couldn’t take her gentle, silly, friendly disposition that she has around me, juxtaposed with the hungry slut I saw on screen.

A revelation suddenly came upon me like a tidal wave. In the same way that my 3-inch penis brought out an animated, teasing side of Sophia, Dean’s 9-inch cock brought out a confident, slutty side of Mallie. Both of our dicks affect women. He ends with his dick inside of them. Mine ends with humiliation and laughter. It just makes sense.

I turned my head to Mallie. She met my eyes. She looked bashful. Her cheeks blushed a bit. Her smile was mild and coy. “I hope this isn’t too far. We just felt like you… needed to see this to cement your new place,” she explained. I could tell she was genuinely worried this might be too far. I felt the need to comfort her.

“It’s not too far,” I chirped, “You look incredible with him. Perfect. It’s just a shock! I always knew some girls were size queens, but I guess I thought you were different. You’ve always been so sweet and kind to me.”

“Aw, honey. I am! That’s still true! It’s just that, well, I like big dicks. The bigger the better,” she broke it to me straight, but still gently. Sophia jumped in to drive the point home, “And she’s not alone. Most girls like big dicks. And most girls laugh at baby dicks.”

As she finished her sentence, she looked to Mallie with a knowing smirk and winked. I quickly followed the wink over to Mallie and watched as her smile widened and she clicked to the next slide.

On the screen was a screenshot of a text conversation. A group chat with all the girls in our friend group. The title? “Size Matters” Mallie, Sophia, Jenny, Brooke, and Riley’s names were all listed beneath the title at the top of the screen.

At the top of the messages in the screenshot was an image with a bunch of crying-laughing emoji reactions on it. The picture was of my soft, tiny, hairless penis. It was close up, but I could see glimpses of pink, floral bed sheets around the edges. They must have taken this while I was passed out in Mallie’s bed!

My penis looks really small in the picture. Like, small even for me. It was just a little pink tip resting on top of a tight, dainty ball sack. Shaved bare and sleeping, my penis had never looked so un-manly, infantile, and wimpy. Once I took that in, the reality sank in that this picture was in the girls’ group chat! And for most of them, this was the first time they had seen it! This is Jenny, Brooke, and Riley’s first impression of my dick, and it LITERALLY looks prepubescent!

I began to scan the messages that followed. I saw lots of emojis throughout, including laughing faces, pinching hands, pinkies, carrots, heart eyes, blushing faces, and more. I saw a text from Jenny that said, “NO WAY! That’s smaller than I ever imagined a penis could be! He must have been lying to himself with those 3-inch marks!”

I saw a message from Brooke that read, “Aw! It’s an itty-bitty baby peepee! He’s not just a late bloomer… his weeny never bloomed at all!” and one from Riley that simply read, “Ew. This makes SO much sense. You’re doing the lord’s work, girls. Let the loser have it.”

The more I read, the hotter I felt. The harder I breathed. The redder my face got. The more overwhelmed my beta brain became! “No, no… no way! You showed them all?! Oh geez! They all saw my baby dick…” I moaned out, in a staggering haze of humiliation. Mallie and Sophia’s laughter rang in my ears. My undersized boner raged. It begged and pleaded for release.

Mallie’s voice cut through the overstimulation, “That’s right, bestie. All the girlies have seen little Mister baby dicky. This is who you are now. Our baby dicked beta bestie. Now you say it. Say it and we’ll help you finish. Who are you?”

“I’m your baby dicked beta bestie,” I moaned, breathy and desperate. Sophia and Mallie both began moving a hand towards my baby boner. My eyes went wide as I anticipated their touch. My whole body tingled. Their perfect, soft fingers approached my helpless, straining winky.

But they didn’t touch it right away. Rather, they both held out their pinkies from their fists and began to wiggle them back and forth, lingering in space. Their pinkies were so close to my meager 3-inch baby dick that I could feel the air dance around it. Then, simultaneously, they both made slight contact, their pinkies wiggling in a mocking jest. They began to ever so gently tickle my dinky, hairless peepee that barely out-sized their smallest fingers. I gasped audibly as they tickled and caressed my teeny tiny joke of a cock. I knew immediately that it wouldn’t be long.

A moment after the tickling began, they both started encouraging me. Their voices blended into a whirlwind of humiliating coos and teases, “C’mon! You can do it, little guy! Squirt for us! C’mon, baby dicky! Make your cummies! So teeny tiny! So much smaller than all the big, scary, real men! Aww! Such a cutesy wutesy little weewee! He’s so embarrassed, isn’t he? Yes, he is! So tiny! Cum for us, tiny! Empty those precious baby balls! Squirt, squirt! Baby peepee! Baby peepee! Baby peepee!”

The words “baby peepee” echoed in my ears as they tickled and cooed until my helpless beta micro penis began to squirt for the second time in a row. While still not a big load, the cum erupted from my short shaft in a dramatic fountain! It normally just dribbles out a few drops, but they really did a number on me! In two dainty spritzes, I blew my pathetic loser load, spraying little droplets over my tummy and the girls dancing pinkies. They laughed and laughed at the pathetic performance coaxed by their giggles and tickles.

“Lesson learned!” they cheered.

To Be Continued…?

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