“No way. Your friends are assholes.” Kimmy was adamant.

“Yes, they are,” agreed Jax. “But they are my asshole friends. I’m just doing them a favor.”

Kimmy kept folding her laundry, ignoring her brother’s request.

“It’s just for the night. Can’t you stay at a friend’s?” pleaded Jax. “I kinda already told them it wouldn’t be a problem. Besides, this house is half mine.”

About a year ago, Kimmy and Jax bought a house together. It was nothing special—it was a small two-bedroom—but it had a built-in pool and a fenced backyard. They were always close as twins, so living together—at least for the early part of their post-college years—wasn’t a concern. A few years removed from the local university, it was a good real estate investment for the 25-year-olds maturing into taxpaying adults.

Jax continued. “Listen, they only want to use the house for the evening. I doubt they’ll be here that long. Not even overnight.”

“Do it on a night when you’re around,” argued Kimmy. “Why do I have to put up with this shit?”

“They can only do it that night. And I have to be in LA. Come on, sis, you just have to disappear for a few hours,” pleaded Jax.

Kimmy stopped folding and threw her hands in the air. “Why would I ever want to help them? I’m still pissed. I’ll never fucking forgive them.”

Jax sighed. “I know, I know. I shouldn’t have helped them.”

Five years ago, Jax’s friends, all part of the same fraternity, could cleverly and clandestinely setup some cams in his sister’s sorority. Throughout a weekend, they obtained prime footage of Kimmy and her friends in various stages of undress, which they live streamed. Understandably, the women of the sorority were upset, as topless and bottomless pictures filled the internet. While Jax didn’t directly participate in the scheme, he did explain to his friends the technology behind it and how to setup a live stream.

“Just do it as a favor to me, not them. I didn’t take part in it. I didn’t need to see your tits, sis,” argued Jax.

“You didn’t, but the rest of the campus did,” remembered Kimmy angrily. “So why do they need our house? What are they gonna do here? Get hammered and invite over some whores?”

“Well, to be honest,” admitted Jax, “just one.”

“Seriously?” replied a bewildered Kimmy.

“Here’s the deal,” explained Jax. “They went down to the strip club last weekend and met some dancer, who I guess does ‘other work’ on the side. You know, as an escort. So they negotiated a deal that she would come over and care for all three of them. Kind of a quantity discount package.”

Kimmy just stared at Jax. “Oh, hell no.”

“Kimmy, I’m not part of it. I’m not even gonna be here, “ pleaded Jax. “They asked if they could use our house. I don’t see why not. I mean, as long as you are not here.

“And their apartments are too small to have…you know. And I told them they could use the pool.”

Kimmy fretted in thought. She loved her brother but still held a deep, undying grudge against his friends. Suddenly, her head snapped to attention as an illumination shone in her brain, and a smug and sinister smile traversed her face.

“Here’s the deal,” began Kimmy, carefully selecting her words. “They can use the house. Under these conditions. Get me the name of the whore they have coming over.”

“Escort; ah, stripper,” Jax corrected her. “Why do you want that?”

Ignoring his question, Kimmy continued, “I want her name and how much they are paying for her, and you do not tell the guys I asked for this.”

“What for?” pressed Jax.

“That’s my business. You get me that, and they can use the house, the pool, whatever, for the whole night.”

“Am I setting these guys up? They’ll kill me,” responded Jax.

“It’s payback. They will never know. Only you and I will ever know.”

“What do I get out of this?” questioned Jax, doubtfully.

“For starters, you won’t be affected,” Kimmy sighed. And I can try to get you a date with Lisa.”

Jax has had eyes on Lisa since college but has never been able to make the connection. “How will you do that?” Jax hopes.

“She owes me,” answered Kimmy. “Plus – and do not quote me on this – she told me she thought you were cute.”

“Deal!” exclaimed Jax.

After their sibling agreement, Kimmy immediately called her two closest friends, Jordan and Lisa, as mentioned earlier, and told them she had a retaliation plan and wanted to enlist their help. Jordan and Lisa, also filmed in the illicit cam scandal, were happy to make this overdue revenge a reality.

Without a problem, Jax got the name of the stripper and her fee. His friends – JT, Jason, and Matty – were excited about their sordid arrangement and were not shy about boasting and sharing the details with Jax.

“Too bad you can’t be there, buddy,” said JT. “I’ll give her an extra hard pounding for you,” he joked.

“Ha. No thanks,” laughed Jax. “Just don’t make a mess of the place and clean up after. I don’t want your…your juices and condoms left behind. Kimmy will kill me.”

“No worries, man,” JT agreed. We appreciate you letting us use the house. We will make it look like we were never there.”

The friends shared a round of high-fives and enthusiastically laughed about the upcoming night.

On Thursday night, the three ladies set their plan into motion by making a trip down to Flanagan’s, the only strip club in town, which is, according to Jax, where the guys found their ‘escort.’ As the various girls did their three-song rotation on stage, Kimmy and her two friends sat and waited, nursing their overpriced drinks and avoiding eye contact with the male customers, the ones staring curiously at the three dressed women in the club. For a Thursday night, it seemed – to the girls, anyway – unexpectedly crowded and a little creepier than they imagined or saw on TV.

Sure enough, after about 45 minutes, the dancer they were looking for, a sweet-looking woman about their age, appeared on stage. The DJ announced her as Shadowplay, and Kimmy nodded at her friends and said, “That’s her.”

As Shadowplay shed her clothes and rolled about on stage, Kimmy nervously approached and tipped her generously with a couple of handfuls of one-dollar bills. As Kimmy departed the stage, she slid her a twenty. “Come talk to us later.”

Although skeptical of being called to a table with three women, Shadowplay strolled up to them and pulled herself over a chair. ‘Money is money,’ she thought.

Kimmy leaned forward and quietly explained to Shadowplay that they didn’t want to buy any lap dances but had a much more lucrative offer for her. Kimmy gave her all the background, and while Shadowplay acknowledged she knew the guys being discussed, she was still leery about the whole thing. That is until Kimmy made it about finances.

“I’ll give you double what those guys were going to give you,” offered Kimmy.

Instantly, Shadowplay became much more receptive. “Half up front then,” she replied. “Like, now.”

Kimmy took out a wad of money, counted half the fee, and placed it on the table. Shadowplay stared at it, still cynical.

“Furthermore, you can still collect your money from the guys,” Kimmy pointed out. “That means you would get three times the original amount.”

Shadowplay smiled at the prospect of a nice payday, glancing at the money on the table and counting the potential windfall in her head.

Kimmy continued. “Let me tell you what you have to do. You don’t even have to…you know, do what you were supposed to do. Just get them into the pool. Naked. As soon as you get them in the pool, you can leave. That should take you less than 15 minutes,” rationalized Kimmy. “If it rains, I have a Plan B, but the weather looks perfect for swimming. Just get them in the pool and ensure they don’t have a stitch of clothing on.”

“That’s it?” Shadowplay questioned. “And then, can I leave?”

“Yes,” confirmed Kimmy. “All three of us will be there—hiding. Collect their money upfront, and we will give you our other half as you leave. We will take over from there.”

“It’s a Piece of cake,” Shadowplay agreed. They went over the details one more time and exchanged phone numbers. All that was left was to wait for 6 PM a week from Saturday when Shadowplay would arrive for the guys.

“Remember,” Kimmy said in parting. “Total secrecy. They can’t know that we talked or what we are doing.”

Shadowplay nodded and picked up the money from the table.

A week went by, and Jax’s friends were understandably getting excited. Jax confirmed that they could have the house and that his sister wouldn’t be there all night, meaning they could even sleep there. Shadowplay was busy confirming a series of texts from JT and Kimmy, with JT clueless to the plot being executed behind his back.

Saturday arrived. As Jax waited for his ride to the airport, he told his sister, “I have no idea what you have planned, but just keep me out of it. And get me that date with Lisa.”

“She already agreed. Call her when you get back,” Kimmy said, hugging her brother goodbye.

It was a nice 75-degree, sunny, clear October day in Southeast Texas. Two hours before Jax’s friends were to arrive, the three female conspirators got together at Kimmy’s house, and reviewed their plan. So that their vehicles would not be at Kimmy’s, they left them at Jordan’s apartment and got a ride to the house. A quick text to Shadowplay confirmed her timeliness for that evening.

The day before he left for LA, Jax instructed Kimmy to set up and operate several cams. The three girls strategically placed them in the pool area, family room, and the front yard. They made all the necessary connections to a laptop for data storage. Kimmy also had control via an app on her phone. They weren’t going to stream anything – they didn’t want to broadcast illegal prostitution and implicate their stripper accomplice – but they were certainly hoping to record their prey in a compromising situation.

The three women hid quietly behind Kimmy’s bedroom’s locked door. At 5:30 PM, they heard the guys drive up. Jax had given JT a key, and the guys let themselves in. There was the stereotypical bravado of three guys about to get laid by a stripper and illogical arguments about who was going first. The girls smiled nervously behind the bedroom door.

They heard the guys opening beers, and someone even tried to open Kimmy’s door but stopped when he found it was locked.

“Asshole,” whispered Kimmy under her breath.

At a few minutes past 6 PM, Shadowplay arrived. The guys anxiously opened the front door and hurried her in, lest the neighbors glimpse some unknown hot woman on their front steps. Wearing a pair of tight blue jeans loaded with appliqués and a plain white t-shirt cut to show off her tone midriff, she entered the house.

Collecting her upfront fee, Shadowplay casually strolled into the adjacent family room and saw the pool through the back slider. Any suspicions Shadowplay had on the legitimacy of Kimmy’s plan were removed; she had her money, with still more to come. She smiled at her good fortune and proceeded with her part in the conspiracy.

Shadowplay looked out the glass doors into the backyard. “Nice pool, boys,” she observed. “Mind if I take a little skinny dip?”

Jason rushed to the slider, flung it open, and, with an air of swagger, insisted. “Be my guest!”

JT and Matty followed close behind as Shadowplay stepped onto the back patio. No encouragement was necessary; without hesitation, she began removing her clothes. The guys stood there, gawking in awe, at this beautiful woman disrobing nonchalantly before them. While they had seen her at the club topless in a G-string, here she was nude – including being fully shaved – just for them, in a backyard. Their hormonal minds feverishly pumped blood through their veins at the very near prospect of having their way with her.

Without heels, she now stood at 5’3”, and with her thin waist and amplified breasts, hands on hips, she faced them in all her naked, feminine glory. “We have an hour, boys, so let’s have some fun before I get down to business with each of you.” She walked over to JT and placed her hand on his crotch.

“I think someone is anxious to get going,” she seductively whispered, caressing his obvious boner, challenging the fabric of his pants.

JT reached up to grab her enhanced tits and began to knead them as if it were the first time he ever saw breasts. Shadowplay let him grope her; she simply squeezed his crotch a bit harder and said, “Slow down, hot shot.” Looking over at the other two guys, unconsciously rubbing their packages, she announced, “Why don’t y’all take off your clothes and join me? I feel like swimming a little. And a little underwater cock sucking.” She released JT’s pants and dipped her foot into the shallow end of the pool, testing the water temperature, giving them all a lovely view of her flawless ass.

As if someone fired a starting pistol, the three men hurriedly stripped off their clothes, threw them near the patio chairs near the slider, and dove into the pool’s deep end, optimistic erections leading the way.

Surfacing from their dive, they brushed their wet hair back, wiped the water from their eyes, and saw their goddess picking up her clothes from the patio. The back door slid open before anything could register with them, and Kimmy, Jordan, and Lisa stampeded out.

The boys, treading water in the deep end, naked with submarine boners, could not immediately fathom the scene. That is until they witnessed Jordan and Lisa grabbing the boys’ discarded clothes.

“What the fuck?” cried JT.

By the time the words left his mouth, their stripper/escort already had all her clothes and was in the house, where Kimmy was waiting to give her the other half of the cash she was owed. Like a wispy silhouette disappearing with the coming of light, their appropriately named Shadowplay was gone.

Matty, a little slow on the draw, said: “Are they gonna fuck us, too?”

“No, you idiot!” yelled JT. “We’ve been screwed!”

In a panic, the boys began to swim towards the shallow end of the pool, closest to the house. Still, they abruptly stopped when they realized where they were and, more importantly, what they did not have – clothes.

Watching helplessly, the girls threw all the guys’ clothes inside the house—shirts, shorts, underwear, socks, shoes, everything—and stood on the patio, closing and locking the slider behind them.

With Shadowplay safely on her way home, the three girls took seats facing the pool and congratulated each other.

The men were too stunned to speak, so Kimmy addressed them.

“Hi guys,” she mocked. “How’s the water?”

Silent, fuming, and holding their privates with both hands, they made a brisk retreat back to the deeper end of the pool, furthest from the girls’ curious eyes. The conniving ladies, pretending to take no notice of the guys, began casually talking about what a nice day it was.

“Sun’s going down soon,” observed Jordan. “And it’s supposed to be a chilly one tonight. 50s.”

“Yeah, you can feel it now,” replied Kimmy. “Here. I’ll turn on the heater.” Kimmy got up and switched on the propane patio heater near their chairs. A comforting warmth engulfed the ladies.

“Hey, come on, Kimmy. Fun’s over,” finally acknowledged JT.

“Oh, no. The fun is just beginning,” corrected Kimmy. “Why don’t you guys leave the pool and hang with us?” Kimmy took out her phone and pointed it at them.

Immediately, the guys crouched slightly lower, keeping their heads above water. By now, the water’s effect, and especially the shock of being duped, had relieved them of their erections.

“Hey! No pictures!” yelled Jason.

“Why not? You guys sent us all over the internet when we were naked,” said Kimmy. “Remember that?”

“That was years ago,” pleaded JT.

“And now it’s your turn.”

Suddenly, Jason realized, “Hey, how did you know we were doing this? How did you know about the stripper?”

“Fucking Jax,” said JT.

Kimmy laughed. “No, it wasn’t Jax. We know someone who works at Flanagan’s, and quite fortuitously, she told us about your arrangement. It didn’t take us long to get the details and to pay her off to sell you out.”

“I told you we shouldn’t have trusted her,” cried Jason at JT. “Bitch. She will pay for this.”

“You will do no such thing,” lectured Kimmy again, holding her camera and threatening to take pictures. “And isn’t soliciting a prostitute illegal in Texas?”

“OK, fuck it,” acquiesced JT. “Just…put down the phone.”

Lisa stood up, walked over to the side of the pool, and crouched down closest to them, sending the guys into a backward scurry as far as they could get from her. “I can’t believe you guys were paying for sex,” she lamented. “Is that how desperate you are?”

The guys just silently held the side of the pool.

Lisa cocked her head, squinting into the water, as if to get a peek at what they were shielding with their hands. “Come on, guys. Why don’t you get out and get it over with.”

“No way. You’re gonna have to drag us out,” ignorantly challenged Jason.

“Suit yourself,” added Kimmy. “We have all night. Jax is in LA and won’t be back for a week.” Kimmy tapped into her phone. “Wow. It’s already down to 64 degrees. You’re right, Jordan, low of 54 tonight.” Kimmy looked up from her phone and called over to the guys. “Hey, what can you guys do to stay warm there? Cuddle!”

All three women laughed as the guys just looked at each other. Soon, they were whispering about what they could do to escape this. But there weren’t any good options. One consideration was to make a mad dash to the side gate, which leads out to the front yard, but that would only leave them naked in the front yard and without their phones or car keys. They scanned the area for towels or something to cover themselves with. Still, the only clothing in sight were the jeans and sweatshirts the women wore comfortably warmly. And even if there were a towel, their keys and phone were locked inside somewhere. They were truly at a disadvantage.

Kimmy served her friends drinks, and the girls continued to amiably chat, watching the guys languish defenseless in the pool. The sun surrendered to the evening, and darkness draped the patio and pool. The automatic overhead lights clicked on, and while it illuminated the reluctant mermen’s worried expressions, their sacred privates were still safely concealed under the water.

“You know,” mused Kimmy loudly, “we could use more light on the situation.” She walked over to a series of wall switches, and upon flipping them on, the bright underwater pool lights radiated forth, causing the guys to curl themselves up even further. From their chairs, the ladies could easily determine that their captives had nothing on, their pale, naked flesh glowing beneath the surface.

Lisa went down to the deep end, and Jason splashed water at her to drive her back. “Jason? You want to pull that shit now?” She crouched down and looked into the water. “Wow. You guys are so naked,” and she got up and went back to her drink.

Kimmy called over to the guys. “I ordered some food, and it will be here in 30 minutes. Do you boys want any? You just have to get out of the pool.”

“Fat chance!” yelled Jason, but this was an empty bluster, as they realized their only strategy was to pray for a miracle.

The girls continued talking, and the guys proceeded to stew in the pool. The food arrived and the girls feasted as the guys looked on hopelessly. The once almost imperceptible temperature drop was now making its presence felt. The guys tried to keep most of their bodies below the water as the air was chilly.

“I’m a prune,” complained Matty.

“I’m freezing my balls off,” added Jason. “I can’t even feel them.”

They had soaked in the pool for over an hour. Kimmy walked over to them and, standing just a few feet above her detainees, shook her head. They were shivering, heads just above water, one arm holding the side of the pool, one hand shielding their groin.

“You boys sure do look cold,” Kimmy observed. “Why don’t you come out and get warm?”

“No thanks,” said JT.

Kimmy crouched down and looked at them one by one, smiled, and addressed them like she was the only adult.

“Here’s the deal, guys. You did a shit thing years ago and saw us naked, and now it is our turn to return the favor. It’s called payback. So you have exactly two options. You can get out of the pool, show us what you got, maybe have something to eat, get warm, and then we will return your clothes.

“Your other option is to sit in this pool and leave whenever you want, right through the door over there,” she said, pointing to the side gate. “Of course, however, your clothes, car keys, and phones are all locked inside. And if I remember correctly, you all live at least five miles from here. That should be a fun walk home.

“Think about it as long as you want. But it is only going to get colder. And, at one point, we will surely lose our patience. And I cannot promise that we will be so nice.”

The guys knew they had lost. They were freezing, and there was no way they could just leave. They had to give in.

JT was the first one to break. “You gotta put your phones away,” he negotiated. “And I’ll get out.”

Kimmy rolled her eyes. “OK. No phones. But you have to do what we say, or else you’re not getting your shit back.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know. We’ll think of something. Maybe you guys can serve us our drinks. Just like you are,” and she nodded at their naked bodies, blurry under the water.

The boys began to argue. Kimmy stood up, shrugged at them, and said, “Take your time deciding, guys. We aren’t going anywhere.”

Kimmy returned to the girls, sat down, and took a long sip from her drink, basking in the warmth of the patio heater. She tapped on her phone, stealthily turning the cameras on remotely. They said they wouldn’t use their phones for pictures, but she didn’t make any guarantees about the cameras.

After a few minutes, JT yelled at them. “OK. We will get out. But no phones. Promise?”

“Promise,” answered Kimmy. “We aren’t dicks like you guys.”

JT began to climb out of the pool.

“I ain’t fucking getting out,” said Matty in a panic. Jason, hearing that, paused in following JT out of the pool, and remained sulking in the water.

“Fuck you guys,” JT said. “I’m outta here.”

JT pulled himself up, and the girls watched enraptured as his ass made an appearance; he immediately covered his package with his hands, trembling with cold and heading towards the heater.

“Stop right there!” commanded Kimmy. “Uncover yourself.”

JT froze in his tracks, a good 20 feet from the girls, dripping with water. “Oh, come on.”

“No arguing. Or else you can just go back in the pool,” and all three girls menacingly held up their phones.

JT reluctantly dropped his hands. His cock and balls, having been in the water so long and now exposed in the chilly October night air, were wrinkled and shriveled, looking insignificant and sad. He looked down at his embarrassment and heard the girls’ laughter taunting his pride.

Slowly, he began to walk towards the heater. However, when he got within ten feet, Kimmy demanded, “Stop!”

“Stay right there. Let us get a good look at you,” directed Kimmy.

JT obeyed as Matty and Jason stared in disbelief at their friend standing there naked, water falling and puddling at his feet, his body quivering from the cold.

“Aren’t your friends joining you?” asked Kimmy.

JT looked back at them, then turned to Kimmy. “That’s their problem. I am keeping my end of the deal.”

Kimmy turned her attention to the two lefts in the pool. “Hey, if you guys aren’t out soon, the no-camera rule doesn’t apply to you.”

Returning to address the vulnerable JT, she reached for a tape measure sitting on the table.

“I am going to measure you, JT. And then you can come get warm.”

“Measure what…,” JT began, and then he saw Kimmy glaring right at his withered cock. “Couldn’t you at least wait until I warmed up and…”

“And it magically gets bigger?” Kimmy finished. “No, let’s measure it just like it is.”

Kimmy stood up and walked over to JT, and he spontaneously covered himself.

Kimmy looked at him dead in the eyes. “Drop your hands.”

Still matching Kimmy’s stare, JT submissively lowered his hands. With the tape measure in her left hand, she looked down and grabbed his balls tightly. JT flinched up onto his toes.

“I am going to measure you? Got it?” she said, clutching his sack harder.

JT was on his tiptoes, gasping and moaning. He went to grab Kimmy’s arm.

“Put your fucking arm down,” and she squeezed even harder.

“Ow! I give! Stop!” JT cried, his arms at his side, slightly flailing with nothing to hold onto.

But Kimmy did not let go. Conversely, she continued to pull upward. “Hands behind your back.”

As JT put his hands behind him and uncomfortably danced on his toes, Kimmy called to Jordan, “OK, he’s ready.”

Jordan walked over with a pair of shiny, pink handcuffs, the novelty type found in an adult toy store. She swiftly cuffed JT’s hands behind his back.

Kimmy released her death grip on his scrotum, and JT let out a sigh of relief. “Now be a good boy, and let me measure you,” Kimmy instructed. “Jordan, hold his little thing out.”

Mortified, JT watched as Jordan gripped his severely deflated member with two of her fingers and held it out as Kimmy put the tape measure underneath its puckered shaft.

“Two inches!” she announced. “Well, almost two. But I will be kind and call it two.”

Jordan let it go, and it feebly drooped. Kimmy returned the tape measure to the table and grabbed a paper napkin and a magic marker. She patted the water off JT’s stomach and wrote in black marker a huge ‘2 inches’, adding an arrow pointing down at his cock.

“It’s more than that!” argued JT.

“The tape doesn’t lie, Mr. Two Inches,” Kimmy gave JT’s face a light, condescending slap.

Kimmy placed the napkin and marker and re-grasped his balls with her right hand. “Tell your friends to get out of the pool. Or else I crush these frozen little peanuts.”

“Guys! Get out here! Ahhhh! She’s gonna rip my balls off!” JT resumed prancing on his toes.

Kimmy brought up her left hand and repeatedly smacked him in the balls. “Lisa, can you go get your phone? I think we need to record this.”

“Ow!” screamed JT. “Get out, you assholes, or I will fucking kill you both!”

Lisa, phone in hand, walked over to JT and positioned herself to take pictures. She looked at Matty and Jason and said, “Your pictures are next if you don’t get out.”

Jason looked at Matty and began to climb out of the pool. “I’m out, I’m out,” declared Jason, as Matty continued to cower in the deep end.

Kimmy released her motivating grip on JT’s nuts as Lisa put away her phone and went to get another set of handcuffs. Jason made his approach to the girls, covering himself just as JT did.

“Can I go stand by the heater now?” asked JT. “Are you done with me?”

“Not until everyone is out and measured. Back up.” JT took a few steps back, further from the heater, and he and his little penis shook from the cold.

Kimmy ordered Jason next to JT. “Hands behind your back.”

Jason looked over at JT. “Just fucking do it,” ordered JT.

Soon, Jason was handcuffed, and also being measured. It was all very clinical. Normally, a woman – any woman – handling their penis would invoke a growth reaction, but this was anything but erotic.

“Holy shit!” cried Kimmy. “You’re smaller than Tiny over here.” She held up the tape. “One and a half inches!” Lisa and Jordan came over to witness and laugh at his pathetic appendage. Jason just closed his eyes and wished this was over.

Kimmy wiped dry a spot on Jason’s stomach and, using her marker in big black print, wrote “One and a half inches,” with an arrow pointing down to his dishonored manhood.

That left Matty, lips blue and body shaking, recoiling in the water.

Lisa walked over to him. “Do we have to drag you out?”

“Come on, girls, I’ll give you $100 each,” Matty bargained. “$200.”

Lisa laughed. “You could offer a million dollars. Out of the pool.”

Kimmy looked at Jordan, pointed at the two wrinkled nut sacks rescinding between JT’s and Jason’s legs, and said, “Grab ‘em.” Jordan laughed and said, “Grab what, exactly? They’re so small!”

Kimmy and Jordan took hold of JT’s and Jason’s scrotums masquerading as ice cubes and began squeezing.

The two men yelled in urgent dismay for Matty to get out of the pool. “I swear to God,” gasped Jason, his face in a tight grimace, “I will rip your cock off myself! Get out now!”

Kimmy, loving every second of her power over these alleged ‘men,’ told them, “If you guys go get him, we will give you your clothes, and you can go. Just leave him to us.”

That was enough for Matty, as he finally realized he had no choice. He pulled himself out of the pool, and based on what he saw with his friends, he didn’t even bother to cover himself. As he stood up, he kept his head down and heard the girls laugh hysterically.

“No wonder you were scared to get out!” shrieked Jordan.

Matty’s penis was beyond small; the cold night air and his prolonged exposure in the pool reduced his once proud virility to nothing more than a waterlogged ziti noodle. You couldn’t tell if he had balls, as they were so recessed into his quivering body.

“Let’s go,” Jordan ordered, and off he went to stand next to his friends in line for his measurement. “Kimmy, I think the tape measure is going to be too big for this one,” Lisa observed.

Matty was in such a state of shock that he didn’t even resist when the girls pulled his hands behind his back and cuffed him. He simply stood in line with JT and Jason, trying not to look at his or anyone’s cock.

Lisa and Jordan watched in amusement as Kimmy struggled to get a measurement. “Can someone hold this thing?” asked Kimmy. Jordan tried, but her fingers kept getting in the way of the tape measure. There just wasn’t that much room on his cock to measure. JT and Jason sneak a peek at their friend’s deficiency and feel slightly relieved about themselves.

“It’s…it’s less than an inch,” Kimmy finally announced, stupefied. Looking at Jordan, she said, “I didn’t think they made them this small. Ever go out with a guy this little?”

Jordan laughed. “Shit, if I were out with a guy who was this small, I’d run away.”

Matty was bright red. “The cold…shrinkage…”

“What, does it get to a massive three inches when hard?” teased Lisa.

Kimmy ended up writing ‘less than an inch’ on Matty’s stomach, with a large black arrow pointing down at his shame. She added an exclamation point to the measurement.

There they stood, the three men, cuffed and captive, still wet and shivering with very small cocks dangling and their very small measurements advertised on their abdomens.

“No phones,” repeated JT in a whisper. “Please.” He sounded like a man about to be executed.

“Our phones are away,” assured Kimmy. “Why don’t you boys get warm.”

“Can you take these off?” asked Jason, referring to the handcuffs.

“Not yet. Move.”

They hurried over to the heater and back to the girls. The ladies sat down, had warm drinks in their sweatshirts, and enjoyed the view.

“Hey, Matty,” said Jordan. “I know your dick is a fucking joke, but your ass is kinda cute. At least you got that.”

JT asked, “So, is this enough? Can we go?”

Kimmy said, “I can’t hear you with your back to us. Why don’t you all turn around?”

They turned around, bringing their cocks fully into view. The girls simply smiled and stared.

Kimmy assessed them, standing frightened, completely at their mercy. Staring blatantly at their cocks, she said, “No wonder you guys had to pay for a whore. There is no way any sane woman would want that,” pointing are their humbled manhood.

There was a long pause, and the guys stood there, shuffling their feet nervously under the gaze of their captors. Breaking the silence, Matty asked, “Can you measure again? I’m warming up.”

“Jesus, Matty,” chastised JT. “Shut up.” He shook his head. “Can we just go now? You win.”

“I don’t know. You guys took a lot of videos of us that night. It seems we have more payback to do,” Kimmy thoughtfully said. You know what? Why don’t you guys jump up and down for us?” Kimmy demanded, checking the app on her phone to ensure the cameras were still running.

They all hesitated. “Now,” said Kimmy, beginning to raise her phone.

All three began jumping lightly up and down as Kimmy put her phone away. The girls laughed heartily as the guys’ still-very-tiny penis’s absurdly flopped about.

It was not lost on any of the boys that just a few hours ago, they thought they would be taking turns fucking a stripper, in full control. Instead, they were at the opposite and humiliating end of the spectrum.

“How do you guys live with those things,” Lisa laughed. “In the locker room, do other guys know how small you are?”

The guys stayed silent and continued hopping before they were ordered to stop.

“Hey, I thought you said you wanted us to get you drinks and shit,” recalled JT, panting from exertion. “Can you take these off?” he asked, turning his backside to them.

Kimmy was distracted at the sight of JT’s muscular and tight ass. “Guys, turn around.”

They did, thinking their cuffs were coming off. Rather, they heard an order to “Shake your asses.”

JT looked over his shoulder. Kimmy repeated her command. “I said, shaking. Your. Ass. Now.”

So the three men, in all their nude degradation, shook their cold, hapless butts in the autumn chill.

“Oh, this is great!” laughed Lisa. “Maybe you guys should work at Flanagan’s!”

“Look,” observed Jordan. “From behind, you can’t even see their dicks between their legs. They are that fucking small!”

After a couple of minutes of pitiful ass shaking, Kimmy finally said: “Stop, guys; you look ridiculous.”

The guys stopped and stood in place, hands behind their backs.

“That stripper is going to pay for this,” muttered Jason.

“That’s it. I’ve had it!” yelled Kimmy, and she stood up, took out her phone, and snapped a picture of Jason and his ‘1 1/2 inch’ marking and his almost non-existent cock. “You do or say anything to her, and this goes out,” she blackmailed. “It would be in your best interest to never go to Flanagan’s again!”

Kimmy sat down, and Jason timidly replied, “I won’t. Promise. I just want to go home,” his voice hinting at tears.

A phone chimed, and Kimmy read a text. She then looked at the other three girls and gave them a knowing nod. “I’m bored,” she abruptly declared. I think we’re done here.”

“Thank God,” grumbled Matty, under his breath.

“But you know, guys, you’re right,” deadpanned Kimmy. “It wasn’t fair measuring you when you got out of the pool, all cold and puny. So sorry about that. We’ll make it up to you, and you can show us what you have.”

Kimmy paused and looked at the other two women. “Ladies, let’s see how big they can get.”

Kimmy, Jordan and Lisa all walked up the guys. The three women reached down and began lightly fondling the cocks of these frightened men, staring down at their unimpressive manhood the whole time. With deft fingers delivering gentle and warm strokes, each penis began to come to life, like little pink stems rising to greet the morning sun.

None of the guys spoke or moved – JT hopefully looked down at Kimmy’s hand on him. Jason stared at Lisa’s chest. Matty closed his eyes and held his breath as Jordan ran the palm of her hand over the head of his cock.

Kimmy said, “I’ll be right back,” and after releasing JT’s burgeoning cock, went and got a bottle of baby oil. She dribbled a little onto each dick, and the delicate massages continued.

“There we go, guys! That’s better,” Kimmy enthused, as each hard-on increased, just like their heavy breathing. Each man, captured in their ecstasy, felt the promise of a forthcoming, rewarding climax.

“OK, ladies, stop,” commanded Kimmy. All three women ceased teasing their bound man, took a long step back, and admired their efforts. Three guys, three very stupid guys, hands cuffed behind their backs, totally nude, were all sporting erections; each hard-on twitching desperately in the evening air, it’s one eye eagerly seeking where the friction went. The ladies were happily amused and elated with themselves.

“Oh, please,” panted JT.

“What? You thought you were gonna get a hand job? Seriously?” scoffed Kimmy. “Hell, no.”

“But I’ll tell you this. We are done. You guys can go now, with your hard-ons, and go jerk each other off, or whatever it is you idiots do. Just leave through that side gate now, and we will return your clothes, keys, phone – everything – once you are in the front yard.”

Kimmy walked up to JT and grabbed his hard cock, and gave it one last, long stroke.

“The handcuffs?” asked JT, catching his breath from Kimmy’s touch.

“We will take off your clothes as soon as you reach them. Promise. We kept our promise about the phones, didn’t we?”

Before the guys could process this, Kimmy yelled, “Go!”

The three men scurried to the side gate, anxious to finish this. Reaching the gate, they paced in place as Kimmy calmly came over to unlatch it. When she undid the clasp and opened the door, the guys rushed headlong into the side yard.

They turned the corner of the house to go into the front yard, and as soon as they did, about a half-dozen cars, parked in the street and driveway, all pointing in their direction, turned on their headlights. The guys froze in place, blinded, with erections glistening with baby oil in the sudden wave of light.

Then came the cheers and laughter, accompanied by the honking of horns. As they got their bearings and squinted into the light, they started to discern the outlines of all the women gathered to witness their humiliation. With hands on her hips, Kimmy admired her handiwork and was happy with the turnout. All her texting during the evening paid off, and the response in attendance was impressive.

Some women by the cars ran over to the immobilized men and started recording the event with their phones. With nowhere to go, the guys began to run back to the gate they came out of, but Kimmy had already shut it. With their hands bound, they couldn’t do a thing. They were trapped. Intuitively, they dropped to their knees in the grass and bent over as far as they could to shield themselves, but that only allowed the women to surround them.

“Where are the clothes?” screamed Matty from his naked, hunched position, the deluge of car headlights upon him.

A moment later, Jordan and Lisa came skipping out of the front door with armfuls of their clothes and unceremoniously tossed them on top of the boys. Kimmy walked over and, one by one, removed their cuffs as they struggled to get dressed. The guys tumbled over one another in a mad rush to cover themselves, only making it more comical than it already was, especially trying to navigate around their hard-ons. They didn’t even bother to put on their underwear, and instead, some of the women took their briefs as a trophy.

As the boys clamored to regain their modesty, Kimmy began a chant of, “Tiny dicks! Tiny dicks!” The others joined in.

Soon, a mighty, emasculating chorus filled the air. Finding their keys, the boys dashed to their cars and jumped in, only to find they couldn’t move; they were blocked in by the other vehicles. All they could do was sit and endure the chanting, and soon some of the ladies were pounding on their cars, the air filled with the Tiny Dick mantra.

Eventually, the noise was a bit much, and some of the neighbors’ porch lights began to engage. The women took that as a good time to disperse. Everyone, including the three guys, sped away.

Kimmy, Lisa, and Jordan went inside the house, poured some celebratory drinks, recovered the file of the cam footage, and spent the next couple of hours re-living their successful revenge plan and discussing what they could do with their recording.

The three humiliated men made sure to keep their distance from their abductors, but they couldn’t avoid the aftermath. After returning from LA, Jax found a flyer posted on a telephone pole while jogging on his old campus. Kimmy and the girls went to their old sorority, Beta Theta Eta. They organized a party for the Saturday after Halloween. The flyers were for an unveiling of that tortuous evening. The well-crafted advert announcing the event featured a picture of the three guys, from neck to waist. You couldn’t see their faces, nor their genitalia, but the markings of their sizes were clear.

For obvious reasons, the victimized men stayed clear of the party, even going out of town that weekend. The function was a huge success, with other sororities and fraternities joining to see the viewing, which included videos and slide shows of the duped naked men, their identities revealed. By far, the most well-received part was a slow-motion filtering of the guys jumping up and down, their undersized willies bouncing meekly in the air.

Kimmy, Lisa, and Jordan were recognized by the sorority for their resolve, and had their picture taken together to hang in the house permanently; right next to a large, head-to-toe picture of the three men, their shame on display as a grim reminder to not fuck with the ladies of Beta Theta Eta.

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Epilogue:

Jax was never implicated in helping his sister, who didn’t even let her friends know he assisted. Jax was just happy that he wasn’t a victim of the humiliation. And Jax did get his date with Lisa a week later, and she regaled him with tales of what happened that fateful evening. Lisa was aggressive and confident during the date, even asking Jax how big he was. Whether it was the alcohol or her victory euphoria, Lisa’s swagger was a little unsettling for Jax, who would never date her again. He peacefully continued to share a house with his sister but would often check for hidden cams.

JT tried to ignore the commotion and ongoing reminders of his shame, but it was near impossible. He found he could not date any woman locally and was referred to frequently as J-Two Inch. Even his work friends would give him gag birthday gifts of penis extenders and faux erection pills. He met a woman online from Chicago who knew nothing of his past, and he eventually moved there. He would return to visit family for the Christmas holidays but stayed almost exclusively in the house.

Matty attempted to capitalize on his newfound fame regarding the exposure of his tiny penis. He agreed to appear on a local radio morning talk show. He even got onto a national one where he naturally made fun of his little member. However, as the public turned its short attention span elsewhere, and modest sales from his Mini Matt website plummeted to near zero, his notoriety flamed out.

Despite being ignored in the marketplace, his reputation still prevented him from getting a real girlfriend or even a date. He moved from the suburbs to the city, turned to using prostitutes as his only form of female company, and ended up arrested for solicitation. He is currently serving two years of community service. He ceased all contact with any of his friends, although some say they saw him picking up trash on the side of the highway in an orange safety vest and now had a full beard.

Jason knew he had nothing else to lose – all the pictures were released, so blackmail was no longer possible – and he still felt a deep resentment. He returned to Flanagan’s to accost Shadowplay and demand his money back, which did not go well. Even after the bouncers threw him out for screaming at her on stage, he tried to return through the back entrance and was subsequently tossed out again.

Shadowplay – real name Sharon – fearing for her life, got a legal restraining order against him. This new problem forced Jason to move a few states away. The last word on him was that he was trying to work as a male stripper in a very seedy and primarily gay club, and also doing some comedic strip-o-gram work, which involved him icing down his cock and balls and “surprising” a bride-to-be with his shriveled, undersized penis.

Kimmy, Lisa, and Jordan remained good friends and became somewhat of a local celebrity, especially at their alma mater. Every year, on the second weekend in November, their former sorority, Beta Theta Eta, would host MMM Day, or Mini Member Memorial Day, in which they paid homage to the event just described.

In a tongue-in-cheek fashion, the sorority treated it as a remembrance day. It was like a Civil War battle, in which the heroines’ tactics are revered, and how they made the world aware of a plague of “mini members.” Students would wear red ribbons with a very small novelty penis glued to it as a show of unity.

The other sororities and fraternities would be invited. Besides the usual party antics, a standard service was repeated yearly, including a description of the events with a slideshow narrated live with bombastic zeal. There was also the ‘calling out’ for any fraternity brother to come up on stage to share his miniature penis live. Still, there were never any volunteers brave enough. This, in turn, led to a call for every woman to out the small penis men, and there would be a lot of good-natured finger-pointing, but it was nothing more than a show.

Finally, there would be the dramatic showing of the cam footage taken that day, assembled in a video montage, complete with patriotic music. It was lengthy at over 20 minutes of supreme footage of the humiliated JT, Jason, and Matty, who would live forever in infamy. Here they were shown getting out of the pool, one by one, revealing their shrunken cocks for the first time.

Their very sad display of ass shaking. Their measurements being taken – including their horrified faces – and their bodies marked. Their hopeful dash to freedom into the front yard, only to be caught terrified in all the headlights. The scrambling to get dressed and the distraught erections prominently waggling useless.

But still, the favorite part for years to come was when they jumped up and down, their very shriveled cocks bouncing in slow motion. Set to an operatic score, it was the most beautiful of humiliations.

Commemorative t-shirts were sold, featuring on the front a waist-to-neck picture highlighting the measurements on their stomachs. At the same time, on the back, it was their naked asses. The text under the front picture read: ‘Good things do NOT come in small packages.’

A small admission fee was charged, and the profits from the shirt sales were donated to a local women’s shelter. The gala was sold out every year.

Kimmy, Lisa, and Jordan were invited annually and were always welcomed with a huge ovation. JT, Jason, and Matty were invited each year. Still, it was more of reminding them of their disgrace rather than thinking they would come. They never did attend.

Regarding Shadowplay/Sharon, she continues to dance and still provides outside-the-club service. She left Flanagan’s and now bounces from club to club between Houston and Dallas, with an occasional work trip to Miami and Las Vegas. She quickly realized how profitable it was in the larger cities. Sharon doesn’t discuss her ever participating in the ruse, not wishing to scare away prospective wealthy clients. She is, however, saving for a house—one with a pool.

 

The End.

 

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