I arrived at Jake’s pool party feeling a bit out of place. He never liked me much. Some old grudge from college, but I figured I’d show up anyway, mingle a little. I always felt Jake was a bit of a bully at heart. But when I got there, Jake seemed like a different guy. He was actually very friendly toward me. I started to think that maybe he was over whatever stick he had up his butt. So, I relaxed. The sun beat down on the backyard, laughter and splashes filling the air as about twenty people lounged around the pool in their swimsuits. I hadn’t packed my bathers, so when Jake spotted me, he smirked and tossed me a pair from his pile of spares.

“Here, dude, these should fit,” he said, his eyes glinting with something off. “Swim. It’s fucking hot today. Go in and cool off, dude. Have some fun.”

I didn’t think twice. Jake was right, it was very hot, and a dip in the pool was just what the doctor ordered.

The bathers he gave me were basic black, nothing fancy. I changed in the guest bathroom. The fabric felt a tad thin, but snug enough around my waist. My dick was soft, barely an inch long, tucked away with my small balls, everything shaved smooth like always. I normally wear board shorts as bathers because they’re bulkier and hide my small dick. Hell, there was a time I even pinned a sock in board shorts just to make it look like I had a normal-sized bulge there. These black bathers were a little baggy, so I felt it gave me some cover.

I stepped out, grabbed a beer, and chatted awkwardly with a few people before the water called.

The pool looked inviting, cool blue under the heat. I dove in, the shock of cold hitting my skin as I surfaced, laughing with the group. A few laps later, I climbed out, water streaming off me.

That’s when I felt it.

A weird looseness around my hips. I glanced down, and my stomach dropped.

The bathers were dissolving, fraying at the edges, the fabric turning to mush and sloughing off into the puddle at my feet.

Then there was nothing.

I stood there buck naked, my tiny dick exposed, shriveled from the cold water to less than an inch, my shaved skin gleaming wet under the sun.

My small balls hung tight against my body, everything on full display for the entire party.

Time froze.

Eyes turned—first curious, then widening in shock, then erupting into laughter.

“Holy shit, look at that!” someone yelled from the lounge chairs.

A group of women by the bar burst out cackling, pointing right at my crotch.

“Is that… all there is?” one snorted, covering her mouth but not stopping the giggles.

Guys hooted, one slapping his knee as he doubled over.

“Jake and his dissolving bathers strike again!” one bellowed.

One guy called out to Jake, “Hey, Jake… This fish looks too small. We’re gonna have to throw it back in the water.”

That asshole Jake, who did this to me, stood by the grill, grinning like he’d won the lottery, his arms crossed while the crowd roared.

Heat flooded my face, burning hotter than the sun. My heart hammered, every inch of me screaming to disappear. I knew what they were going to do (throw me back in the pool), so I cupped my hands over my pathetic little dick and balls, but it was useless—the damage was done.

Laughter echoed everywhere, phones coming out to snap pics, whispers turning to outright jeers.

“Shaved and still invisible!” a guy called, and the whole party lost it again.

I saw a couple of guys coming for me, so I bolted, bare feet slapping the concrete, dodging chairs and coolers and people as I sprinted to the side yard where I’d stashed my clothes. My tiny dick jiggled uselessly with each step, balls bouncing, the humiliation crashing over me like a wave. I grabbed my jeans and shirt from the bush, yanking them on with shaking hands as the rough denim scraped my wet skin. Zipping up felt like sealing away the nightmare, but the laughter still rang in my ears.

I didn’t say goodbye.

I just slipped out the gate, head down, the most embarrassing moment of my life replaying in my head.

The exposure, the stares, and the endless mockery of my small, shaved dick and balls were all too much.

I knew I’d never live it down.

Jake had got me good, and stupidly, I fell for it.

Once a bully, always a bully.

 

The End.

 

 

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