Brady’s Hell Week
Brady limped into the locker room with a smile on his mud-covered face. His first practice was a success. Coming to Hyacinth State University was the last resort after barely graduating, but it had worked out in his favor. In this small school, he and his 6’4″ lanky frame managed to impress the football team’s head coach and land a spot as a starting wide receiver. There had been some mild animosity from the older players at first, but Brady kept his head down and worked hard every day, and it all paid off.
Fist bumping a group of his fellow players, he then made his way to his locker and sat down, letting himself take a breath and calm some of the adrenaline that had been pumping through his body all day.
“Hey there, rookie!” the loud voice made Brady jump. He looked over to see Rob smiling at him. The gigantic offensive lineman was one of the few who had been nice to Brady from the very beginning. His wide, toothy grin was a welcome sight at the end of such a big moment. “Nice first practice! I think you shut up a lot of the doubters with that crazy fingertip catch right at the end.” Rob pulled the pads and filthy jersey from his torso and began untying his pants.
“Yeah, I shocked myself with that one.” Brady smiled, pulling his phone and a pair of white earbuds from his gym bag.
“Ain’t you gonna shower?” asked Rob as he stripped down completely, giving Brady a quick look at his impressively long member before wrapping himself in a towel.
“Uh… yeah, yeah, I just have a post-practice ritual. I’ll catch up with you tonight at the party.” Brady replied. Rob gave him a confused look but left him alone to plug the headphones into his ears.
Steam and chatter from the showers filled the large, cement room as Brady nodded along with his music beat. He made sure to wait until he had seen almost everyone come back from the showers before taking off his uniform. He stood in the silence for a moment, dressed in only a dirty white jockstrap. He shook slightly, anticipating the familiar horror of being naked in a semi-public place. Taking a deep breath, he dropped his last layer of cover and took only a moment to look down. Brady was mostly ok with his body. He was tall and semi-muscular. The one flaw was the half-inch nub of a penis he hid as best he could.
A blush covered his cheeks as he quickly wrapped himself in a towel and made his way toward the showers. He looked back and forth, making sure he was alone before stepping into the large group shower and removing his towel. He showered quickly, partially from fear of being seen, but partially because while waiting for the shower ensured solitude, it also made hot water a fantasy. Once he was finished, he dried off and wrapped the towel back around his waist.
As he made his way back to his locker, Brady felt something was wrong. His heart sank when he turned the corner to see Rob sitting on the bench, phone in his hand and a smirk on his face.
“Oh! Uh… hey, Rob. What’s up?” Brady stammered.
“Oh, nothing serious. I just forgot to tell you about hell week.” Rob grinned, staring at the screen on his phone.
“Hell week?” Brady’s voice cracked.
“Oh yeah. Whenever a freshman makes the team, we spend a week… breaking them in. I mean, we can’t let it go to your head, so we gotta take you down a peg.”
“Oh, I’m not gonna get big-”
“Don’t bother arguing. It’s tradition. I only came to warn you… and give you a little preview of what’s coming.”
His grin widening, Rob turned his phone around. Brady’s jaw dropped to his chest when he saw the picture of himself, naked, standing under the cold shower, his diminutive member even more shrunken than usual. Brady tried to stammer out a response, but Rob merely stood up and made his way out of the locker room with a chuckle.
Brady didn’t remember getting dressed, leaving the locker room, or even walking back to his dorm. Before he knew it, he was sitting on his bed, staring at the wall, his hands shaking in grim anticipation. He had no idea how Rob would use the picture he took, but Brady knew it wasn’t going to be fun for him. The sound of his phone vibrating caused him to jump. Picking it up caused his stomach to drop. It was a text from Rob.
“Hey, they’re throwing us a small party at the frog house. Dress nice. Be there @ 8.”
Brady set down his phone and let his head fall back, slamming against the wall behind him. After their locker room moment, he was dreading what was coming. However, declining was not an option, so Brady stood up and slowly began to get dressed, his fingers moving like they were made of stiff leather.
Clad in a light blue button-down and black slacks, he trudged across campus with dread in his heart. A breeze blew through the night air as he came over the first hill, causing the hair on the back of his neck to stand up after a few minutes of walking slower than usual, taking time to stare at the stars in the clear, night sky.
Lights shined in every window of the house, and a few of the smokers had filtered out onto the front lawn by the time Brady arrived. He almost stopped in his tracks when he saw Rob leaning against the front door frame, a red plastic cup in his hand. Rob’s smile widened as Brady approached.
“Hey, there, rookie! Glad you made it! Sorry, it was such SHORT notice.” Rob said with a grin, taking a sip from his cup, as he threw his arm around Brady’s shoulders and guided him inside. They weaved their way through the mass of people, which was likely only 50 deep, but seemed like many more once jammed inside the house. Rob guided him to a small makeshift stage that sat in front of a big red curtain, obviously meant to look like a mock-up of a real stage.
“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!” shouted Rob, drawing the attention of the now silent room. “I want to introduce to you HSU’s first freshman starting wide receiver in over ten years!”
The attention immediately put Brady on edge, but the applause that came after the announcement helped calm him.
“What he has done,” Rob continued, “is no SMALL feat. a receiver is rarely talented enough to start their first year, and so with that in mind, we honor Brady Whitmer!” with that, Rob reached back and yanked down the red curtain. What he revealed caused Brady’s chin to drop and the rest of the room to erupt in laughter. Rob had printed out a giant poster-sized version of the picture he had taken earlier. In front of the house full of people, there was an image of Brady’s naked body, complete with his cock shriveled to comical size. ‘
When he managed to turn back toward the crowd, all he saw were laughing students and women waiving their pinkies at him. It got even worse when the whole house started chanting “Baby dick!” at him. With horror in his eyes, he looked over at Rob, who was smiling from ear to ear.
“Alright!” shouted the upperclassman. “It is time for the guest of honor to entertain us with a show!”
“But… but I-” Brady started, but before he could finish his sentence, Rob grabbed his hands and forcibly raised them above his head. Rob fastened him to a length of rope hanging from the ceiling with quick fingers, leaving Brady unable to lower his arms.
“Alright!… Let the games begin!”
Brady looked around, horror in his eyes as he attempted to pull his wrists free from the rope above his head. No luck. He tried not to look at the giant picture of his naked body behind him, but it didn’t matter. He knew the worst was yet to come. There was nothing he could do. He stood on the stage, arms above his head, as Rob addressed the growing crowd.
“That’s right, everyone, make room. Let as many people in as possible. This isn’t a show you’re going to want to miss, and I think you’ll want to be as close as possible, or you might not see anything at all.” This line brought a laugh from the crowd and a fresh blush to Brady’s cheeks. “Now, as you know, it is a tradition that any freshman who makes the starting team must endure hell week!”
A cheer rose from the crowd, and a fear lump rose in Brady’s throat. These people did not have mercy in their eyes. Rob began speaking again once the noise died down.
“Well, our little friend Brady here has made my job incredibly easy, as you can see. This isn’t hell week worthy, though. This is barely purgatory. I think it’s time to really break the rookie in…”
As if on cue, a tall, gorgeous blonde woman with an evil grin made her way onto the stage. Brady’s heart began to pound even quicker in his chest. It was Meghan Patrick, a girl Brady had been crushing on since his first day.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” Rob continued, “A woman that needs no introduction. The captain of the HSU varsity cheerleading squad! Pledge mistress at Beta Omega Omega Beta! Ladies and gentlemen, Meghan Patrick!” The crowd cheered for the woman as Rob handed her the microphone. When she stood in front of Brady, he could see that she had a ruler and a pair of scissors sticking out of her back pocket. His pulse shot up again.
“Well, thank you for that wonderful introduction! I am honored to be here, partaking in one of HSU’s longest-held traditions, with one of HSU’s… shortest subjects.” more laughter from the crowd. “Now I think it’s time to rid our friend of these bulky clothes!” More cheering as she turned around, her wicked grin growing by the second.
“Please, Meghan, no. I’m begging you.” He whined pathetically, but she didn’t even notice. She was too busy gleefully cutting his t-shirt away from his torso. In only a few seconds, he was naked from the waist up, his arms secured above his chiseled torso.
“Ooooh. He’s in decent shape, ladies. Too bad no exercise make his baby carrot any bigger.”
“Now, most of you know the rules to this first game, but just in case you don’t, what we’re going to do is get little Brady here nice and… excited, then we’re going to measure him. This is one instance where having a tiny cock is going to help him because, for every inch, he gets two spankings!”
The crowd cheered as Brady turned white. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He tried to whimper a quiet protest, but nobody paid attention.
“Are you ready?!” shouted Meghan as the crowd roared with approval. She spun around with mischief in her eye and began undoing Brady’s belt. He pleaded with her to stop, but she ignored him some more. Spurred on by the crowd, she quickly finished with his belt and the button on his pants. She dropped them to the ground to reveal his dark blue boxer briefs and a bigger-than-expected bulge.
“Well, well, well. What is this?” She asked as Brady’s gaze shifted down. His heart jumped into his throat once more when he remembered that he had stuffed his pants before leaving for the party. “Looks like Brady might be a grower! Only one way to find out…”
She slowly slid her scissors into the leg of his underwear as he gave up begging. The entire room fell silent in anticipation as she closed the blades together, snipping away one side of his underwear. They didn’t give way enough to reveal his shame completely, but they did give way enough to allow the balled-up sock to fall to the stage. Another moment of silence and a roar of laughter echoed through the room.
“Oh my god!” She laughed into the microphone, “He stuffed his pants! How pathetic!”
Brady closed his eyes. He wasn’t sure he could take much more humiliation, but he knew more was to come. When he looked out at the crowd again, he realized exactly how many cameras were pointed at him, and a shiver ran down his spine at the thought of everyone seeing the pictures and video the next day.
Without care for his dignity, Meghan continued cutting, slicing the other side of his boxer briefs and letting them fall to the ground. The laughter got louder once more as Brady’s little button dick was revealed.
“That’s more what I expected!” She said, moving out of the way to allow everyone to get a good shot. Brady could do nothing but stand there, completely naked in front of hundreds of his classmates, his tiny cock exposed and recorded forever. As humiliating as the entire scene was, what came next was even worse.
“Alright!” Meghan said, putting down the scissors and grabbing the ruler from her back pocket. “Now it’s time to find out exactly how big this little guy gets!”
Brady tried his best to go somewhere else in his mind, but he couldn’t. Meghan reached down and grabbed his little dicklet between her thumb and forefinger, slowly stroking it. It wasn’t long before it stood at full attention, bringing even more laughter.
“Well, there goes the idea that he might be a grower! Let’s get an accurate measurement, though, just to be sure.”
Brady couldn’t even look as the gorgeous woman knelt and pressed the cold wooden ruler against his erection. Moments later, she shouted the results. “Just over three inches!” As the crowd cheered, she reached behind her ear and grabbed a permanent marker Brady hadn’t noticed before. She wrote the words “Three inches” with a few quick motions with an arrow pointing to his minuscule erection.
“You know what that means!” She said, lining herself up behind Brady with the ruler in her hand. It was at this moment that Rob grabbed the microphone once more.
“One more caveat! We’re going to set this mic up in front of our little friend here, and every time he gets a spanking, he’s going to look out at you good people and say, ‘I have a tiny pee-pee,’ isn’t that right? Brady?!”
“You have to be kidding me!” Brady hissed, but Rob only smiled at him, clearly not kidding. “Fine! Whatever gets this over with!”
With that, Meghan reeled back and brought the ruler in contact with Brady’s ass, letting out a high-pitched thwack.
“I have a tiny… a tiny pee-pee,” Brady whispered.
“You’re going to have to go a little louder than that. Meghan here can spank you all night long!”
“I have a tiny pee-pee!” Brady almost shouted, much to the delight of the crowd. He did the same five more times, as Meghan took great joy in turning his backside red. Once finished, he took a deep breath. Humiliated and in pain, he is at least relieved that his night is over until he hears Meghan’s voice once more.
“Alright! I think it’s time we took part in another of HSU’s longest-standing traditions… the minute man challenge!” More cheering from the crowd. “Most of you know the rules, but I’m going to stroke his tiny dicklet, and if he lasts over a minute, he gets to go on back to his dorm. If not, he’s your naked little servant all night. Now, who’s ready to see if our little guy here can last?” The crowd cheered once again as Rob pulled up his stopwatch app. “One… two… three.”
Rob hit start as Meghan reached down and began stroking Brady’s three-inch boner. Brady knew he would last, but that didn’t make having his little cock played with in front of hundreds of people any less horrifying. He even let out a moan at one point, much to the crowd’s delight.
After the minute was up, Meghan stopped stroking him as the crowd collectively let out a disappointed noise.
“No, no,” Said Rob. “Those are the rules. And now we must let our baby dick freshman run on home.”
Brady breathed a sigh of relief as Rob reached up and untied his hands. He immediately reached for his pants, but Rob stepped on them, stopping him from pulling them up. Rob then reached down into the pockets, pulling out Brady’s keys, wallet, and phone. He handed him those three things. “That’s all you get. Now run along.”
Brady knew better than to ask if he was kidding and immediately covered himself, running through the crowd, none of whom seemed interested in giving him an easy time. They slapped his ass and tried to pull his hands away as he ran out of the house. He tried his best not to notice the laughing people on the sidewalk as he covered his still erect penis and ran across the quad. He eventually made it back to his dorm, slamming the door shut behind him, and falling on the bed, exhausted. He didn’t have long to rest before the horrible dread of the coming day hit him in the chest.
Days 2 & 3
Brady woke the next morning to the beautiful moment before the realization of your reality sets in. When you’re still half in a dream world. Unfortunately, the moment was fleeting, and the harder Brady tried to chase it, the faster it disappeared. He lay in bed for longer than usual, considering whether he was even going to class. Once his internal debate finished, he figured Rob would just come to find him anyway, so it was better not to let him see Brady sweat.
With labored movements, he turned to his left and set his feet on the ground. He let the blanket fall from his naked body as he stood and made his way over to the small bureau across the room. When he opened it, he couldn’t believe what he saw. Brady blinked a few times to make sure he wasn’t dreaming, but he didn’t wake up, and his drawers were still empty. He pulled each one out in succession, but none of them had any clothes.
Brady spun around, his heart beating in a panic. He didn’t have long to think before a knock came at the door. After taking a moment to breathe, he grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around himself before cracking the door open. On the other side was Rob, smiling wide.
“Hey, there, little guy! Ready for day 2?” Without asking, Rob shoved the door open and stepped inside. Brady quickly closed it behind him.
“Where are my clothes?” Brady said angrily, clutching his blanket.
“That was my idea! I figured today, I could decide what you wear… and I already have an outfit ready.” That’s when Rob held up a small t-shirt with the words “I have a tiny pee pee” written on the front in big letters.
“You have to be kidding.”
“That’s not all!” said Rob with glee in his voice. He then unfurled a tight-looking pair of thin grey sweatpants.
“I’m not wearing that.”
“Okay, but then I’ll have to drag you to class naked, and I’m not sure you’ll like that either.”
Brady took a moment to weigh his options before grabbing the clothes from Rob’s hands and sliding them on. When he looked down, he was horrified to see that the shirt barely came to his waistline, leaving his little package incredibly visible against the pants’ thin fabric.
“Fine. There. Happy?”
Rob smiled even wider “Yup. Now let’s go. We got chemistry in ten.”
Brady reluctantly slipped on his sandals and followed Rob out into the hallway. The walk to class was hell. Brady tried not to pay attention, but all he could see was the faces turning to laugh at him as he walked by. Almost to class, Brady saw a group of women all huddled around a cell phone. Faintly he heard his own voice saying, “I have a tiny pee-pee,” and instantly, the group burst into raucous laughter.
Brady was thankful to get to sit at his desk, despite the side glances from a number of his classmates. Chemistry ended without incident, and Brady breathed a sigh of relief, just getting to get away from Rob. The staring and laughing from everyone was still obvious and humiliating, but Brady tried his best not to let it bother him. About halfway through the day, he saw Meghan, the woman who tortured him the night before, walking toward him with a smile on her face. Not one of vicious mischief, but one of apology.
“Hey Brady, I’m sorry about last night. It’s just a stupid tradition. I didn’t really have a choice. I hope there are no hard feelings.”
Her words caught Brady by surprise. He took a few seconds to stammer before replying. “Oh, yeah. I get it. I just kind of gotta deal with it. It’s cool. Once it’s all done, I’ll be a freshman starting for HSU on national television. I’d say it’s worth it.”
“Good, I’m glad,” she replied. “And after a little bit, nobody will even remember what happened to you. That stuff happens all the time here. Soon some other guy will have videos of his humiliation playing in the student lounge.”
“Look, I felt bad, and I saw you coming, so I grabbed you a coffee. I didn’t know how you like it, so I left it alone.”
For the first time in what felt like weeks, Brady smiled. “Oh. Thanks. I take it black, so that works.”
“Alright, well, I hope to see you around.” the gorgeous blonde woman winked at him, and like that, she was gone, leaving him with his hot paper cup. He took a sip, noting an odd taste, but chalking it up to being cheap, cafeteria coffee, and made his way to his next class.
His good mood faded a bit, as he remembered that his next class was with Ms. Adams, a teacher with a reputation for cruel humiliation of any student that disrupted her class. He could only hope she didn’t notice his shirt as he sat at his desk and crouched down as low as possible.
While waiting for class to begin, Brady heard his phone vibrate. He pulled it out to find a text message from Rob.
“Enjoy your coffee?”
Brady cocked his head to the side and typed out his reply.
“Yeah. How did you know about that?”
The reply didn’t take long.
“Because I’m the one that mixed a crushed up viagra into it. Enjoy Ms. Adams’ class! Lol”
Brady’s eyes widened. Rob had to be bluffing. There’s no way he would be that mean. Brady didn’t have long to ponder it before Ms. Adams swept into the room, silencing the murmuring instantly. Brady quickly shoved his phone in his backpack and lowered himself in his seat.
The first ten minutes of the class went by fine. It was then that Brady felt the medication starting to do its job. Blood rushed to his tiny penis, and within thirty seconds, he had a raging three-inch hard on. Brady tried flexing his calf and anything else he could think of, but all he could really do was hope nobody noticed. It was only a few more minutes before he heard the woman sitting next to him giggle. He looked up to see her eyes locked on his tiny bulge. Unfortunately, Ms. Adams heard it too.
“Young lady, what exactly is so funny?” She said in a stern voice as Brady’s heart raced.
“I’m sorry,” she replied. “It’s just that he has a boner.” She said, pointing to Brady. Immediately everyone’s attention turned to him, the laughter beginning to grow.
“Well!” exclaimed the severe-looking teacher. “Young man, why don’t you come up here and tell us all what has you so excited. I didn’t think proper punctuation was so arousing.”
Brady stalled for a moment but knew it was inevitable. He stood up, and the laughter suddenly got a lot louder. Keeping his head down, he made his way to the front of the class. Turning to face them, he saw everyone staring directly at his tiny erection, some even discretely pulling out their phones to capture his humiliation. Ms. Adams surveyed his attire, taking a long time to look at his shirt.
“Well… little man. It seems like you’re the kind of boy who likes attention.”
“No, I swear I…” He tried to come up with some explanation, but nothing would do.
“Alright. I’ll give you one chance to tell us what I was just talking about unless you were too busy… manipulating yourself to pay attention.”
Brady frantically searched his mind for some shred of the class but could remember nothing. “I… I’m sorry, I don’t remember.”
“Well then…” Ms. Adams said with an angry smirk. “Since you seem to find attention more important than your education…” Slowly she made her way behind the young man and yanked his sweatpants to the ground, allowing his little boner to pop free for the full classroom to see. He tried to cover himself, but Ms. Adams slapped his hands away. “No, no. Hands at your sides. And you can stay up here for the rest of the class. I hope you enjoy all the attention.”
With that, she continued with the class. Brady could only stand there, his medicinally induced erection refusing to abate even a little. The fact that he stayed hard the entire class seemed even funnier to everyone. Once she dismissed everyone, Brady pulled his pants up and quickly rushed back to his dorm.
“We all know what he’s rushing off to do!” said a voice behind him, followed by even more laughter. Brady just ran. He kept his head down until he got back to his room. He sat on his bed for a while before ripping off the clothes Rob brought him. It wasn’t long before he realized he had a small problem to deal with. He grabbed his rigid little cock with three fingers and began stroking it furiously, more out of anger than excitement.
Once he finished, he cleaned himself off and laid in his bed, dreading the next day. After a few hours, he drifted off to sleep, not caring about missing class or not getting homework done. Only able to imagine the humiliation tomorrow would bring.
Brady opened his eyes the next morning, and at first, his body refused to move. The specter of the coming day was too much to bear. Eventually, he had no choice but to stand up and make his way over to the dresser. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and pulled his drawer open to find… shirts. He opened the drawer beneath it to find Rob had also returned all of his pants with a smile. No sooner had the weight lifted off his chest than Brady opened his underwear drawer to find it still empty. He felt around inside and found a small slip of paper with the words “They’re hanging from your webcam” scrawled across it. Brady looked over in horror to find a pair of pink panties with tiny flowers all over them.
Brady considered just not wearing them, but he knew if Rob caught him, things would only get worse. He slid the panties over his legs, only to blush when he found that his below-average package fit perfectly inside them. Shaking off the thought, he finished dressing and headed off to class. His first-class went fairly easily. Rob barely even looked at him. It wasn’t until he found himself passing through the door to Ms. Adams’ room that he hit trouble. The curvy but severe-looking teacher was leaning against the side of her desk, staring daggers at him.
“Welcome to class, Mr. Wheelock. Don’t head to your desk just yet. Stay up here.” She ordered. He obeyed, keeping his head down, as his classmates filtered in. Once everyone was situated, she addressed them. “Alright, class. I have spoken to the dean, and to avoid any more distracting incidents like yesterday, Mr. Wheelock will be undergoing… arousal checks before every class.”
The room could barely contain the laughter, which ended abruptly when Ms. Adam’s put her hand up. “Unfortunately, I can’t do it, so one of you will have to.”
Brady’s jaw dropped. “No, you gotta be kidding. Can’t you see I’m not hard?!”
“Frankly, as small as you are, I wouldn’t be surprised if jeans hid it completely. Now… Sarah, why don’t you be the unlucky one today?”
Brady watched helplessly as the girl who had called him out the day before stood up and made her way over to him. Drawing it out, she grabbed his waistband and slowly pulled it back, letting out a loud giggle when she looked down.
“Yeah, he’s as tiny as ever… interesting choice of underwear, though.” That’s when Sarah let go of his jeans but pulled up on the panties’ waistband, letting everyone get a good look, as he struggled to stuff them back in.
“Alright!” Ms. Adam’s voice cut through the noise. “Go sit down. And I honestly applaud Mr. Wheelock for his practicality. With a tiny member such as his, he doesn’t need the room that men’s underwear provides. Panties are likely a much better fit for him. Good for you.”
Brady tried to explain, but she was off and running with the lesson. He hid his reddening face the best he could, barely making it through the class. The rest of the day was uneventful, and Brady breathed a sigh of relief when his last class finished. It was a gorgeous day on the quad, and he took a moment to stop and breathe in the fresh air while the groups of people around him chattered excitedly about plans for homecoming weekend. Brady’s spirits sunk when he felt a heavy hand clap him on the shoulder and looked to his right to see Rob smiling at him.
“Hey there, Tiny! How’s the day been?”
“Fucking awful,” Brady replied. “Can you just leave me alone today?”
“Oooh, sorry little guy, no can do. It’s hell week, not a minor inconvenience week. LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!” Rob bellowed. Brady tried to beg for mercy but was cut off when another football team member grabbed his hands and pulled them behind his back, securing them in a pair of handcuffs with a horrifying click.
“By now, most of you are familiar with Brady here… or at least one small part of him.” This brought laughter as the crowd grew. Brady tried and failed to swallow the panic while the second teammate held him in place. “We want you to learn more about HSU’s newest star freshman! Things like… does he wear boxers or briefs?”
`With that, Brady felt hands grab his pants from behind and yank them to the ground, revealing his flowery panties to the laughing crowd.
“Well, that’s certainly a shocking choice!” Rob laughed as Brady squirmed helplessly. They let him sit there for a while, soaking up the stares and laughter before grabbing the back of his panties and yanking them up to his ass, lifting him into the air with a painful wedgie. Meanwhile, the fabric stretched tight against his package, letting everyone see a clear outline of his tiny cock.
Brady tried to wiggle free to no avail. Rob and his cohort carried Brady over to a nearby flagpole, hooking the back of his underwear onto the rope and hoisting him up even higher for everyone to see. The crowd cheered and took pictures, as Brady could only dangle.
“Please! Let me down!” He shouted.
“I don’t think so! I think everyone is enjoying the show.” Rob replied. “Don’t crowd. Everyone will have plenty of time to get all the pictures you want!” True to his word, Rob left Brady hanging as people came and went, getting plenty of images and videos of his humiliation.
“Rob, please, what do I have to do?” Brady begged.
“Well, I don’t think I can let you down until you give the crowd your big new catchphrase! It’s what everyone wants!”
The crowd cheered in affirmation. Brady knew exactly what they wanted but blushed heavily at the thought of giving it to them. In the end, there was really no choice.
“Fine! I have a tiny pee-pee.” Brady said quietly.
“What was that? We couldn’t hear you.” came the reply.
“I HAVE A TINY PEE PEE!” He shouted, much to the joy of the onlookers. Slowly, Rob lowered him to the ground, stopping just as Brady’s toes hit the concrete.
“Alright, everyone! You all get one good smack before heading off… for good luck.”
Brady knew better than to argue, letting each passing person spank his exposed ass cheeks. By the end, his backside was bright red, but Rob let him down, unhooking his panties from the pole.
“Alright, Rob,” said Brady. “Can you please uncuff me and give me back my pants?”
“No can do, and no can do! I’ll tell you what I will do, though…” Rob reached down and pulled Brady’s dorm room key from his pocket and pulling back the front of his panties. Rob then slid the keyring around the tip of Brady’s tiny cock. He dropped the handcuff key down there as well. “You can run along with home and see if you can get anyone to help you.” With a laugh, Rob turned and left, not even giving Brady time to protest.
He walked back as quickly as he could, trying his best to ignore the groups of people pointing and laughing at the guy with the pink panties and the tiny bulge. Once he got back to his building, he was faced with an entirely new task. He asked a few people passing by to help him, but all anyone did was laugh. He was eventually forced to go into the building and start knocking on doors. To his dismay, the only door that opened had a woman behind it. A short, red-headed woman with large breasts and an adorably crooked smile. She got one look at Brady’s predicament and busted out laughing.
“Yes,” said Brady, tired. “I know this is really funny, but I need your help. I need you to grab my key and help me into my dorm.”
“Okay,” she gasped through the laughter, “I’m… I’m sorry. Where is the key?”
“Ummm…” Brady motioned downward with his head, causing her to laugh some more.
“Oh god. Oh no, seriously? You’re such a weird little perv!”
“You think I would do this to myself? Please, I don’t like this any more than you do, but I need help.”
Eventually, her merciful side took over, and she pulled back his waistband, but her laughter was renewed when she looked down and saw his tiny dick. She recovered quickly and reached down, sliding the key off of the head, stealing one more little glance, before grabbing the handcuff key as well, and walking him to his dorm. She unlocked the door and opened it for him before unlocking his hands.
“Th-thank you.” he stammered sheepishly before the woman gave his ass a quick slap.
“Don’t mention it, baby dick.” she giggled before heading back to her own room.
Brady sat on his bed for a while, considering dropping out. After a bit, a more rational idea came to mind. He had a game on Friday, so he had to stay until then, but he could have a friend pick him up immediately afterward and not have to worry about anymore hell week shenanigans. He thought he was a genius… He thought.
The Grand Finale
“Hello?” Samantha’s voice coming over through his phone caused Brady to smile for the first time in a while. She had been one of his best friends since third grade, and he even had a bit of a crush on her. It started the first day of middle school when she punched a kid for making fun of him. Ever since that day, he had harbored a secret love. Not that she could ever know that.
“Sam! It’s Brady.”
“OH MY GOD! Brady! I feel like August was years ago. It’s so good to hear your voice! How have you been? Tell me all about it! HSU living up to the hype?”
“Well…” came his timid reply before brightening artificially. “I’m starting at wide receiver.”
“Already?!” Her genuine excitement warmed his heart and reminded him why he wanted to play in the first place. “That’s so awesome! See, you were worried it would be hard for you. It sounds like you’re killing the college game.”
“That’s actually why I wanted to call you. There’s a game Friday night, and if you can make it down here-”
“Yes! I mean, yeah, sure, I can make it. That’d be really cool. I only have one class on Friday, and it ends at ten.” She tried to temper herself, but Brady could tell she was legitimately excited.
“Oh, uh, awesome. I’ll have a ticket waiting for you at will-call. I figure right after the game. We can just head home and chill for the weekend. Catch up.”
“Yeah… yeah, I would really like that.” She couldn’t hide the smile in her voice.
They spoke for a couple more minutes before she had to run off, but it was all Brady needed to lift his spirits. That is until about five minutes later when a text from Rob came through.
“Pep rally, five o’clock at the Frog house. Be there and wear your jersey.”
Nothing was inherently sinister about the message, but Brady couldn’t help but feel lingering darkness about the whole situation.
He sulked along during his day, where Rob seemed suspiciously uninterested in messing with him. The arousal check-in Ms. Adam’s class was as humiliating as ever, but at least he was wearing his own underwear this time. Before Brady knew it, he was trudging along, watching as the raucous frat house and the dreaded pep rally drew ever closer.
“Hey there, little guy!” came Rob’s voice and was followed by the familiar heavy slap on the back. “You ready for the rally?!”
“Alright. I give up. What are you planning to do to me tonight? Strip me naked and make me serve people drinks? Turn me into a living statue? Let people write humiliating things on me? What?” Brady almost didn’t care anymore, his tone carrying an unusual edge.
“Hey, hey, relax, brother. I’m not messing with you during the homecoming pep rally. That shit’s sacred. We’re here to get prepped to stomp a mudhole in West Middleburg, U! So are you ready?”
Brady took a breath and tried to relax. He reminded himself that hell week would pass, and then they would-be teammates. Somehow his anxiety grew worse. “You bet your ass I am. We’re gonna make them look like some bitches!”
Rob smiled at him and another, less firm pat on the back before making their way into the crowded house to loud cheers.
“That’s right, everyone, the party can start now!” Shouted Rob, as a gorgeous brunette in a very short skirt handed Brady a red cup full of what was probably the cheapest beer they could find. At that moment, it was the most delicious thing Brady had ever tasted.
Most of the night, Brady was the center of attention, and for once, it was a good thing. He drank and danced and laughed with everyone for a few hours while they all grew more inebriated and excitable. Towards the end of the night, Rob herded the football team onto a large stage with a white sheet making up a makeshift screen behind them. All the attention in the room turned to them, and Brady felt a familiar twinge of discomfort.
“Gentlemen, ladies, and theydies,” Rob shouted about the din of the crowd. “welcome to the tenth HSU football championship season!” An animalistic roar erupted from the mass of people as the thick crowd of drunk students swayed a bit. “We have a team here that’s as good or better than any team we’re going to face this year! Let’s see why!”
With that, the lights went down, and a projector in the back whirred to life. A video of their practice highlights flickered against the sheet. It was clearly edited to make them look good, but the crowd was still into it. Brady couldn’t help but smile every time a clip of him making a fantastic catch played. He even thought he saw some of the cheerleaders looking impressed.
That’s when things changed. The highlight reel stopped and was suddenly replaced by a dorm room’s image, which Brady instantly recognized as his own.
“Huh?” he said, a confused look hovering on his face. The confusion doesn’t last long as he watches himself walk on screen dressed in the “I have a tiny pee pee” shirt and the tight sweatpants, his tiny erection raging beneath them. A gentle laugh started among the crowd, and Brady knew exactly what footage he was looking at. “Rob, please no.” he tried but knew it was no use. Brady could only watch as the on-screen version of himself ripped the clothes off, revealing his minuscule erection to the crowd, who immediately got louder.
Brady tried to keep himself from looking at everyone but couldn’t help it. He looked up to see a sea of his classmates waving their pinkies and holding their thumb and forefingers an inch apart to mock him. Things only got worse when screen Brady started furiously stroking his little cock with three fingers. At this point, most of the crowd was either doubled over in laughter or pulling out their phones to record the incident.
Brady could only watch in horror as the past version of himself laid back and let his little cock shoot, covering his chest in cum. The audience couldn’t believe what they were seeing, the laughter somehow growing even louder. The screen shut off, and the lights came up, but this did nothing to dampen the abject humiliation Brady was feeling. Brady tried to take solace in the idea that it couldn’t get any worse, then he heard Rob’s voice.
“Wow! What a performance from our newest starting receiver, huh? He’s fast on the field, but not as fast as his hand when it’s time to play with his baby boner!”
At this point, Brady gave up and tried to walk off stage, but several of his teammates grabbed him, holding him there against his will.
“Oh, no, little guy.” Rob laughed. “You’re not getting away that easy. These people saw the recorded version! Now they wanna see it live!”
Brady’s eyes went wide. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “You’re not serious…”
“Oh… I am.” With that, Brady felt a set of hands grab his jersey and pull it off his torso before he could do anything to stop them. They worked just as quickly to pull off his pants, shoes, and underwear, leaving him completely naked in front of the crowd, his tiny, flaccid cock nowhere near as big as it was on screen. He tried to cover himself, but the team held his arms out so everyone could get a good look.
“Alright, baby dick,” said Rob with a laugh. “You have two choices. You can use either stroke that little thing for the crowd and get it over with, or we can leave you like this not only for tonight but all day tomorrow. It’s up to you.”
Brady hesitated for a while, thinking for a second that this all must be some horrible dream. That was until the crowd began chanting, “stroke that dick-let (clap clap clap clap clap).”
He looked over at Rob, searching for a shred of humanity, and found none. He quickly realized he didn’t have much choice. Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, Brady reached down and began to play with his cock. Due to its state, he had to use just two fingers at first, which got the crowd going louder than ever. He tried to shut their laughter out and eventually got himself hard, which didn’t stop the mockery.
The room slowly went quiet, which wasn’t much better. All it did was make Brady acutely aware of all the eyes, and worse, cameras on him as he jerked his undersized dick. Despite all of this, Brady eventually felt himself get closer and closer to cumming. To his horror, he let out an involuntary moan that set the crowd off again. This time not only could he hear laughter, but he could pick out individual comments from the crowd.
“Oh my god, he’s enjoying it!”
“What a little perv!”
“That’s right, jerk that baby carrot!”
“Cum for us, button dick!”
Brady couldn’t hold out any longer. He felt the wave of reluctant pleasure wash over him as his little cock twitched, shooting its load onto the stage in front of him. This brought a loud cheer from the crowd as Brady blushed, dropping his head and watching his dicklet shrink back down to its dormant size.
“Well, there we go!” shouted Rob. “Fantastic performance from our newest starting receiver! Give him a hand for being such a good sport… Well, give him three fingers anyway!”
They let Brady get dressed, but the rest of the night was hellish. A large number of the women that saw him immediately tried to re-enact the video they saw, using their pinky to represent Brady’s dick and stroking it with two fingers before throwing their head back in laughter. Brady couldn’t even remember the walk back to his dorm, but he would never forget the humiliation he suffered that night.
The next morning Brady sat on his bed, dressed in a tightly belted pair of jeans and the same jersey he wore during the humiliating pep rally the night before. He tossed a football from hand to hand, staring into the middle distance, trying to find the motivation to go to class. It had been a draining week, and he wasn’t sure how much more he could take. As a result of his indecision, he was still sitting on his bed fifteen minutes into his first class. That was when a knock came at the door, causing Brady to jump. He walked over and opened the door with a shaking hand to see the last person in the world he wanted to see.
“Hey man,” said Rob, a sincere note of worry in his voice. “When you didn’t come to class, I got worried. We need our starting receiver tonight. You alright?”
Brady stared at him in disbelief for a moment before replying. “Uh… yeah, I mea… yeah I was just…”
“Oh shit, I get it. My bad. I should’ve told you, tradition dictates that I leave you alone for the day leading up to the homecoming game. We want our starters to be mentally prepared. I know I faked you out last night, but I promise I’m not going to mess with you today. Today I want you focused on winning.”
Brady wasn’t sure whether or not to believe him but decided he really didn’t have much choice. They walked to class together and sat through it without incident. In fact, that’s how most of the day went. He walked from class to class and even Ms. Adams left him alone. It seemed the whole school was in on this tradition. For once, Brady was thankful.
Lunch was actually rather pleasant. Several students even patted him on the back and wished him luck. For the first time since Monday morning, Brady felt like coming to HSU might not have been a giant mistake.
After a full day of this, Brady felt like he had the entire school behind him. He was more than ready for the game. The final class of the day blew by with him barely noticing. It almost felt like a blink between lunch and him sitting in the locker room, full uniform on, his helmet sitting by his side.
“You ready, Rook?” Rob’s voice came from the other end of the bench. Brady answered with a solemn nod.
As they ran through the entryway onto the field surrounded by 40,000 screaming fans, the events of last week melted away entirely. For the first time, it wasn’t even in the back of Brady’s mind. There was only this moment. He scanned the front row and quickly found Samantha’s face smiling at him. He flashed a smile back and looked up to see the team on the jumbo screen overlooking the field. It was a surreal sight, but he didn’t have long to take it in before sliding his helmet over his head and preparing for battle.
The game was a vicious one. Both teams were at the start of their season, so they were more than ready to hit each other. The game was stopped more than once due to injury, and at the beginning of the fourth quarter, HSU was losing 6-3. The fourth went like the rest until about fifteen seconds from the end of the game.
Brady lined up against the cornerback that had been shoving him around all day, number 53, a fire burning in his eyes. When the ball was snapped, Brady took off like he hadn’t just played 60 minutes of grueling football. It was like his feet were carrying him without him even thinking about it. He faked to the left, and 53 bought it. Brady sprinted back in the other direction, completely alone. He ran as fast as he could down the sideline, his arm up to indicate that he was open. Brady looked back and saw the ball spiraling directly toward him. He put his hands out, and as if dropped by god himself, Brady caught the ball mid-stride. With nobody to even attempt to stop him, Brady ran the length of the field as the clock ticked down, scoring the winning touchdown just as it hit zero.
Brady couldn’t believe it. The realization only hitting him when he spun around and saw the stadium full of people on their feet, cheering and chanting his name. Time froze. Brady took a deep breath and marveled in his big moment, not just seen by the tens of thousands in attendance but the millions watching at home.
Time quickly unfroze as his teammates came rushing from downfield, tackling and piling on him in ceremonial celebration. While at the bottom of the pile of heavy bodies, Brady felt his helmet and shoulder pads pulled off. Before he could do anything about it, his shoes and the rest of the uniform on his lower half were torn off as well, leaving him completely naked. He tried to escape, but the large group of men grabbed him and lifted him on their shoulders, presenting his naked body, tiny dick and all, to the cheering crowd. He tried to cover himself, but they grabbed his hands, leaving him completely exposed.
The crowd went silent for a moment before a wave of laughter swept through the stadium. Brady turned a bright red as his team turned him around, not only giving the other side a better view but letting Brady see that the entire thing was being projected onto the jumbo screen so everyone could see exactly how small he was.
The crowd’s laughter quickly turned to chants of “Baby Dick! Baby Dick!” as his teammates took him on a victory lap around the field, ignoring his protests. Halfway around, he looked into the crowd, and his heart sank. There was Samantha. She had her face covered, but he could see by the bouncing of her shoulders that she was laughing uncontrollably. It was then that he realized that this game was being broadcast live across the country. He couldn’t take anymore. Managing to wiggle free, he dropped to the moist grass with a heavy thud. Brady covered himself and ran to the locker room, the laughter and chanting of the crowd following him back down the entrance tunnel.
Brady got dressed in record time before his teammates could even make it back to the locker room. He then left and was both relieved and horrified to find Samantha already sitting in her car, waiting for him to come out. He briefly considered just walking a hundred miles home but ultimately realized he’d have to face her eventually. As he climbed into the car, he couldn’t even look at her.
“Listen…” She tried to start, but Brady put up his hand and stopped her.
“I know what you’re gonna say. Please don’t. That’ll only make things worse.”
She was quiet for a moment as they pulled out of the parking lot and made their way toward the freeway. After about ten minutes, she spoke again. “So instead of trying to sympathize… it would be better for you if I just treated you like I always do?”
“Oh my god, yes, please,” he replied, throwing up his hands, and slamming his head back against the headrest. “Seriously, all I have wanted all week was to be back with you… and everyone else obviously, just treating me like you normally would.”
“Okay…” she smiled. “Then I should probably spend the next couple hours making fun of your tiny dick.”
Brady’s jaw dropped as she threw her head back in laughter. It took him a minute to understand. “Oh… ok, I get it. That’s cute.”
“I mean seriously. I know it was cold out there, but I can’t think of a place on earth that gets cold enough to explain what I saw.”
“I’ve seen some small ones in my life, but my god. It was like a baby bird poking its head out of a nest.”
“Alright, Sam! I got it.”
“Look, I’m just saying I don’t see you any different. This is just like when Jenny wedgied herself climbing that fence or when Paul was jerking it in the bathroom and got caught by the janitor. Yeah, it’s embarrassing, and I’ll probably pick on you a bit, but at the end of the day, you’re still Brady. I don’t care how big your dick is.”
Brady’s gaze stayed on his shoes, but a little smile crept across his face. “Or like the time your skirt fell on stage during that speech-”
“Yeah, just like that.” she cut him off, her eyes now locked on the road ahead.
“And you were wearing those pink panties with the red hearts all over them.”
“Yeah, ok. Better be careful. Our friends might not watch football, but I could always insist that they ABSOLUTELY have to see your big play… and the celebration afterward.”
Brady’s smile faded, and Samantha laughed once more. “Fuck…” said Brady. “I forgot the game was on TV. Everyone probably saw everything.”
“I mean… maybe it was so small they didn’t see it.”
Brady let out a laugh, more out of exhaustion than anything, as Samantha pressed down on the gas, and they drove off toward home.
*This story has been edited to fix spelling, punctuation, & basic grammar, but the narrative and plot have remained the same. Just remember, even with the limited editing we do, it doesn’t mean any possible major flaws in this story were fixed.