The Bachelorette Party
By SmutWriterAI.
“Oh my God, you’re finally here!” Katie Tonkins exclaimed, her blue eyes lighting up as she slammed the door behind him.
At nineteen, she was the youngest in the group, but she carried herself as if she owned the place, her confident smirk making Timmy’s stomach twist.
He stammered, “W-wait, I’m just here to drop off the booze for Susan. It’s not—”
But Katie cut him off, waving the bottles toward the kitchen counter without a glance. “Yeah, yeah, stripper boy. We’ve been waiting forever. The party’s dying without you. Get those clothes off and give us a show!”
Timmy’s face burned hot, his mind racing. It wasn’t right. He wasn’t the stripper. The real one must be running late, but Katie’s grip on his wrist was ironclad, her nails digging in just enough to make him wince. The other women, Susan’s friends—a mix of tipsy bridesmaids in their twenties and thirties—turned their heads, their eyes widening with excitement.
“Stripper’s here!” one shouted, pulling out her phone.
Timmy shook his head frantically. “No, really, I’m not. Please, just let me go.”
Katie laughed, a sharp, mocking sound that echoed in his ears, and shoved him toward the center of the living room where a makeshift stage of scattered pillows awaited.
“Don’t be shy. Dance for us. Or do I have to make you?” Katie asked with a raised eyebrow.
His hands trembled as he stood there, the room spinning slightly from the humiliation already sinking in. Katie circled him like a predator, her large breasts brushing against his arm as she leaned in close, her breath warm on his neck. “Come on, start with the shirt. Shake those hips.”
Timmy’s protests died in his throat under her commanding stare. He couldn’t afford to cause a scene, not with his job on the line. Reluctantly, he began to sway, his movements awkward and stiff, like a puppet with its strings cut. The women cheered, phones emerging from purses as they started recording.
He fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, peeling it off to reveal his average build. Nothing impressive, just pale skin and a slight paunch from too many late nights. Laughter bubbled up from the group, but it was light at first, encouraging. Timmy’s cheeks flushed deeper, his mind screaming at him to run, but Katie’s voice sliced through. “Pants next, stud. Let’s see what you’re packing cos your upper body ain’t doin’ it for us.”
His fingers shook as he unbuckled his belt, the metallic clink loud in the suddenly hushed room. He hesitated, heart hammering against his ribs, but Katie’s eyes bored into him, daring him to stop. With a deep breath that did nothing to calm the nausea rising in his gut, he slid his jeans down, stepping out in just his boxers.
The boxer’s tented slightly. His body betrayed him with a nervous twitch of arousal from the unwanted attention.
Katie’s lips curled into a wicked grin. “Ooh, is that it? Drop ’em, now.”
Timmy’s voice cracked as he whispered, “Please, don’t make me…”
But she stepped closer, her hand grazing his thigh, sending a jolt through him. “Do it, or we’ll rip them off ourselves.”
The threat hung heavy, and with a whimper he couldn’t suppress, he hooked his thumbs in the waistband and pushed them down. His tiny dick sprang free, soft at first, just an inch of pathetic flesh, shriveled against his small balls like it was hiding from the exposure. The room exploded in laughter, sharp and unrelenting, stabbing at Timmy’s pride like knives.
“Holy shit, is that your dick?” one woman howled, zooming in with her phone.
“It’s like a baby’s! Look at that little nub!” another said, doubling over, tears streaming.
“Susan, your stripper’s got a clit, not a dick!” another woman shouted.
Timmy’s face burned with shame, his tiny dick twitching involuntarily, hardening to its full three and a half inches under the scrutiny. A sad, thin rod that bobbed uselessly as he tried to cover himself with his hands. But Katie batted them away, her touch firm and unyielding.
“Hands off, loser. Dance with that little worm out. Shake it for the camera,” Katied demanded.
Tears pricked at Timmy’s eyes, the degradation twisting in his chest like a vise, making his stomach churn even as his dick throbbed traitorously. He moved again, hips jerking in a humiliating rhythm, his tiny erection flopping with each step. The women chanted insults, their voices blending into a chorus of cruelty.
“Tiny dick alert!”
“Bet that thing’s never satisfied anyone!”
“Just as well you’re not marrying that, Susan.”
Susan responded, “I’d never date a guy with a wang that tiny, let alone marry him.”
“Jerk it for us, micro-man. Oh wait, you can’t even grip it!’
Phones captured every angle, flashes popping as they filmed his exposure, the red-faced awkwardness, the way his balls drew up tight in mortification. Katie stood at the forefront, her dominant presence radiating satisfaction, her big tits heaving with each laugh as she directed him like a toy.
“Keep going, whatever your name is,” Katie commanded, her voice dripping with control, eyes locked on his pathetic display.
“My name’s Timmy,” he said, thrusting his hips out.
Katie stepped even closer, her hand hovering near his hip, threatening more touch. “Twirl for us. Make that little dicklette dance harder.”
Timmy obeyed, spinning slowly, the humiliation flooding him with a mix of dread and unwanted heat, his mind reeling from the exposure as the party’s laughter swelled, promising no end to his torment. Timmy’s world narrowed to the blur of faces and the relentless laughter echoing around him as he twirled, his tiny dick flopping pathetically with each awkward spin.
Shame burned through his veins like acid, every snicker from the women slicing deeper into his gut. He wanted to curl up and disappear, but Katie’s eyes pinned him in place, her dominant gaze stripping away any remnant of dignity. His three-and-a-half-inch erection throbbed painfully, a traitor to his mortification, bobbing uselessly under the phone lights that captured his every humiliating jiggle.
Katie’s smirk widened, her blue eyes gleaming with wicked delight as she stepped back, hooking her fingers under the hem of her tight top. “You know what, girls? This little show needs some spice,” she said.
Without breaking eye contact with Timmy, she peeled the fabric up and over her head, her massive tits spilling free in a black lace bra that barely contained them. The room erupted in whoops and cheers, but Timmy’s breath caught in his throat, his gaze locked on the way her breasts heaved, full and heavy, nipples hardening against the sheer material.
She tossed the top aside, then shimmied out of her skirt, revealing matching black thong panties that clung to her hips. Her body was a testament to her confidence. Curves that screamed power, skin glowing under the party lights. She ran her hands over her tits, squeezing them teasingly, flaunting their size right in Timmy’s face.
“Like what you see, Timmy? Too bad your dick couldn’t handle these even if it tried,” Katie said.
Timmy’s heart hammered, a mix of terror and forbidden heat twisting in his chest. He couldn’t look away, his tiny dick twitching harder at the sight of her, even as fresh waves of degradation crashed over him. The women hooted louder, phones angled to catch her striptease, but Katie ignored them, her focus solely on breaking him further.
She sauntered closer, her bare thighs brushing his legs. The scent of her arousal was musky and sweet, hitting him like a drug. Before he could react, she pushed him down onto the pile of pillows, the soft fabric doing nothing to cushion the blow to his pride.
Straddling him in one fluid motion, Katie lowered herself onto his lap, her wet heat pressing against his pathetic erection through the thin barrier of her thong. Timmy gasped, the slick warmth of her pussy lips grinding down, soaking the lace as she rolled her hips. His tiny dick nestled uselessly against her folds, too small to even part them properly, just sliding along the damp fabric like a joke.
The friction sent jolts of unwanted pleasure through him, his balls tightening in agony, but he felt every inch of his inadequacy. The way she dwarfed him, her big tits bouncing inches from his face as she moved.
“Feel that, loser?” she whispered, her voice low and cruel, breath hot against his ear. “Your little nub’s getting all slippery from my pussy, but it’s not doing shit. Pathetic.”
The room’s cheers swelled into a deafening roar, women crowding closer, their phones capturing the scene from every angle. The way Katie’s ass flexed as she ground harder, Timmy’s face contorted in humiliated ecstasy.
“Ride that tiny dick!” one yelled, laughing hysterically.
“Look at him squirm. He’s loving it!” another said.
Timmy’s mind reeled, tears stinging his eyes as the public exposure amplified his shame. He thrust up weakly, his hips bucking instinctively, but each movement was feeble, his dick barely penetrating the edge of her thong, slipping uselessly against her clit. Pain mixed with the building pressure in his groin, every shallow grind a reminder of his failure, the women’s taunts blurring into a haze of degradation.
Katie laughed, a sharp, mocking sound that vibrated through her body and into his. She grabbed his wrists, pinning them above his head with surprising strength, her tits pressing against his chest as she leaned down.
“That’s all you’ve got? Those weak little thrusts? I can barely feel your shrimp dick rubbing me,” Katie mocked.
She ground down harder, her pussy lips parting slightly around his thin shaft, the wetness coating him completely, but still, he couldn’t fill her. Couldn’t even stretch her. Timmy whimpered, the emotional weight crushing him; he was nothing here, just a toy for her amusement, exposed and powerless under the gaze of strangers.
“Please,” he whined, voice breaking. “It’s too much… I can’t…”
But Katie wasn’t done. She sat up straighter, her hands cupping her own tits, pinching her nipples through the lace as she rode his tiny erection with deliberate slowness. “Oh, you can, and you will. Fuck me with that babydick. Show everyone how useless you are.”
The command left no room for refusal, and Timmy obeyed, his hips jerking up in painful, shallow pumps, each one met with her derisive chuckle. The women filmed relentlessly, flashes popping, their voices a chorus of insults:
“He’s humping like a puppy!”
“Cum already, micro-dick. I bet it’s quick! I bet he’s a prejac.”
The humiliation fueled the heat coiling in his belly, his dick aching for release, but Katie controlled the pace, lifting just enough to deny him friction, then slamming back down to tease.
Timmy’s desperation built, sobs catching in his throat as the emotional torrent overwhelmed him. Shame, arousal, and the raw dominance of her body pinning his.
“Beg for it,” Katie demanded, her voice laced with cruel amusement, fingers digging into his shoulders. “Beg to cum on my pussy with that worthless little thing.”
He shook his head at first, pride flickering weakly, but the grinding intensified, her wet heat torturing his sensitive tip.
“Please, Katie,” he finally whispered, voice hoarse and broken. “Let me cum… It’s so small, I know, but please… I need it.”
Her laughter rang out, cruel and triumphant, echoing over the cheers as she squeezed her thighs around him, holding him on the edge.
“Hear that, girls? He’s begging already. What a joke.” She mocked his size with every word, twisting the knife deeper. “Your dick’s so tiny, it couldn’t even tickle me.”
Meanwhile, her pussy clenched against him, controlling his every twitch. Timmy’s pleas grew frantic, fueling her dominance, the party’s energy pulsing around them like a living thing, promising more torment as she decided his fate.
Katie’s laughter faded into a predatory grin, her eyes locking onto Timmy’s flushed face as she rose slightly, her thong still damp from his pathetic grinding. The women’s cheers pulsed around them, a wall of sound that made Timmy’s skin crawl with exposure. He lay there, chest heaving, his tiny dick slick and throbbing against the air, utterly defeated under her gaze. Without a word, Katie hooked her thumbs into the straps of her bra and slid it down her shoulders. Her massive tits bounced free, heavy and full, nipples stiff and pink against her pale skin.
She unclasped the back fully, letting the lace fall away, then stood over him, peeling the soaked thong down her thighs. It clung for a moment to her shaved pussy, strings of her arousal stretching before snapping. Naked now, she turned slowly for the crowd, hands on her hips, arching her back to thrust out her ass and tits. Her body was flawless. Curves honed for dominance, pussy lips swollen and glistening under the lights.
“Look at this, girls,” Katie called, voice dripping with arrogance. “Real curves for a real show. Not like his little worm.”
Timmy’s throat tightened, his eyes tracing the lines of her form despite the shame flooding him. She was everything he wasn’t—powerful, unashamed—and the sight made his dick twitch harder, a fresh betrayal that twisted his gut. The women whooped, phones zooming in on her nudity, flashes capturing every inch of her confidence.
Katie dropped back down, kneeling over him, her tits swaying as she grabbed a fistful of his hair. “Your turn to serve, tiny dick. Worship these,’ she said and yanked his head up, shoving his face into the soft valley between her breasts.
The scent of her skin—warm, salty, mixed with perfume—overwhelmed him, her flesh pressing against his cheeks. Timmy hesitated, humiliation burning, but her grip tightened, forcing his mouth open. He licked tentatively at the underside of one tit, the skin smooth and yielding, tasting faintly of sweat from her grinding.
“Suck it, loser,” Katie snarled, pulling him closer. “Show everyone how a micro-dick boy pleases a real woman.”
Obeying, he latched onto her nipple, sucking hard, his tongue swirling around the hard peak. She moaned exaggeratedly for the crowd, but her words cut deep: “That’s it, slobber on my tits like the desperate perv you are. Bet your tiny dick’s leaking just from this, too bad it couldn’t fuck them properly.”
The women laughed, one shouting, “Make him bite it. See if he can even leave a mark!”
Timmy’s face heated, tears pricking as he switched to her other breast, sucking greedily now, the emotional weight of his submission crashing down. Her dominance pinned him emotionally, every pull of his mouth a reminder of his worthlessness, his dick aching untouched below.
Katie’s hand guided him lower, her thighs parting wider as she pushed his head down her stomach. “Good boy. Now get that tongue on my pussy. Earn a real taste since your dick’s useless.”
Timmy’s breath hitched, the musky aroma of her arousal hitting him full force as his nose brushed her mound. Her pussy was dripping, lips puffy and slick, clit peeking out swollen and demanding. She spread herself with one hand, exposing the pink folds, and rammed his face in.
“Lick it, shrimp-dick. Make me cum while everyone watches your humiliation.”
His tongue darted out, lapping at her entrance, the tangy wetness coating his lips and chin. He sucked on her clit, feeling it throb against his mouth, her hips bucking to grind harder into his face.
The room’s cheers swelled: “Eat that pussy, tiny!”
“Look at him drown in it!”
It amplified the public shame that made his stomach churn. Inside, Timmy reeled, arousal warring with the raw degradation. Her juices smeared across his skin, marking him as her toy, his tiny dick leaking pre-cum onto the pillows in futile response.
But Katie craved more control. With a rough shove, she flipped him onto his stomach, the pillows muffling his gasp. “On your knees, bitch. Time for me to fuck that pathetic dick of yours.”
Timmy scrambled up, ass in the air, vulnerability exposing him completely to the filming eyes. She positioned behind him, her hands gripping his hips hard enough to bruise, nails digging in. Her wet pussy nudged his tiny erection, the head slipping against her folds before she slammed back, impaling herself roughly.
His three-and-a-half inches were buried inside her in one brutal thrust, but it was nothing. Her cuntal walls were loose around his thin shaft, barely feeling the stretch.
“Fuck, even from behind, you’re a joke,” she mocked, starting to ride him hard, her ass slapping against his thighs.
Each pound drove him deeper into the floor, his dick struggling to stay in, slipping out halfway before she yanked him back.
Timmy whimpered, the mix of pain and pleasure tearing through him. Her dominance was overwhelming, the emotional humiliation peaking as she used him like a dildo too small for the job.
“Feel that? Your little babydick is lost in my pussy. It can’t even hit the sides,” Katie mocked.
She reached around, flicking his small balls mockingly, making him jolt. The women crowded closer, phones capturing the degrading sight. Katie’s tits bouncing as she fucked him roughly, Timmy’s face buried in shame, his tiny dick disappearing uselessly into her cavernous cunt.
“Pound that micro-dick!” they chanted, laughter mixing with cheers. “He’s gonna cum in seconds. Watch!”
Timmy’s body tensed, the friction building unbearably, every slap of her hips a public reminder of his inadequacy. Tears streamed down his face, the raw exposure fueling a desperate edge, but Katie slowed just enough to edge him, her control absolute, whispering taunts that promised no mercy yet.
Katie’s whisper turned into a sharp yank on Timmy’s hair, pulling him upright from his knees with brutal force. His tiny dick slipped free from her pussy with a wet plop, leaving him gasping, slick, and aching in the cool air. Before he could catch his breath, she spun him around and shoved him hard against the living room wall, the impact jarring his spine and pinning his chest to the wallpaper. The women’s laughter spiked, a cacophony that drowned out his whimper, phones already swinging to capture the shift.
“Time to stand up and take it like the joke you are,” Katie hissed into his ear, her naked body pressing flush against his back.
Her heavy tits squished against his shoulder blades, nipples scraping his skin as she reached down, gripping his throbbing three-and-a-half-inch dick in her fist. Timmy’s knees buckled at the rough squeeze, pre-cum oozing over her fingers, but she held him steady, lining him up with her dripping entrance.
With one savage thrust backward, she impaled herself on him again, her pussy swallowing his length in a single, mocking gulp. It was over in an instant. His entire pathetic shaft was buried inside her vagina, but her inner cuntal walls barely registered the intrusion, loose and hot around his thin girth.
She started fucking him fast, her hips snapping against his ass in relentless rhythm, each plunge driving his dick deeper into the slick heat that mocked his size. Timmy’s hands splayed against the wall for support, nails digging into the paint as her pace built, breasts bouncing wildly against his back with every brutal slam.
He could feel them. Full, heavy orbs slapping rhythmically, the soft flesh sending jolts through him even as the humiliation burned hotter. Katie’s pussy clenched sporadically, not from pleasure but to tease, squeezing his inadequate dick like it was a toy too small to satisfy. The wet sounds of their connection filled the room. Sloppy, insignificant slaps that echoed his worthlessness.
The women encircled them now, a tight ring of jeering faces and flashing screens, their phones held high to film every desperate, pathetic thrust. Susan, the bride-to-be, leaned in close, her eyes wide with cruel delight. “Look at that tiny thing disappearing. It’s like fucking air!’ she shouted, laughter bubbling from her lips as she zoomed in on Timmy’s flushed face.
Another girl, a brunette with a smirk, catcalled, “Pathetic thrusts, dude! You’re barely moving. Let her do all the work!”
Their voices layered over each other, a barrage of degradation that made Timmy’s ears ring, his body trembling under the weight of their stares. He could see their reflections in a nearby mirror. His naked form slammed against the wall, Katie’s dominant curves owning him completely, her ass flexing with each powerful drive.
Katie’s breath came hot against his neck, her teeth grazing his earlobe as she mocked him without mercy. “Feel how fast I’m fucking your little shrimp dick? It’s nothing. It’s sliding in and out like a worthless nub. Bet you can’t last ten seconds like this, can you, prejac? Your stamina’s as shit as your size.”
She punctuated her words with harder thrusts, her pussy grinding down to the hilt of his dick each time, the friction building an unbearable fire in his balls. Timmy’s mind reeled, the emotional gut-punch of her taunts twisting with the raw pleasure surging through him. He was exposed, used, every jeer from the crowd etching deeper into his shame, yet his body betrayed him, hips jerking weakly in response, chasing the edge she dangled just out of reach.
“Please… Katie… It’s too much,” Timmy gasped, his voice cracking, tears blurring the women’s leering faces.
The wall scraped his palms raw as he pushed back instinctively, his tiny dick pulsing inside her, desperate for release. But she laughed, low and vicious, one hand snaking around to pinch his nipple hard while the other dug into his hip, controlling the pace.
“Too much for you, maybe. But it’s perfect for me. Humiliating a micro-dick loser in front of everyone. Thrust harder, bitch. Show them how you fail.”
Her breasts continued their wild bounce, slapping against him with hypnotic force, her swollen clit rubbing against his base on every inward slam, her arousal dripping down his thighs in sticky trails.
The encirclement tightened, phones capturing the sheen of sweat on Timmy’s skin, the way his dick vanished uselessly into Katie’s pussy, the pathetic quiver of his legs.
“He’s gonna blow any second. Look at that face!” one woman yelled, her voice slicing through the din.
Timmy’s chest heaved, overwhelmed by the dual storm of humiliation and ecstasy crashing over him. Katie pounded him harder, her body a machine of dominance, each thrust pushing him closer to the brink. His balls tighten, dick throbbing wildly in her gripping pussy heat.
The pleasure bordered on pain, emotional wreckage fueling the physical overload, her mocks echoing in his skull like a mantra of defeat. He gasped louder, body arching against the wall, teetering on that razor edge she controlled so cruelly, the women’s cheers swelling as if sensing his impending shatter.
But Katie wasn’t done. She slowed fractionally, her pussy clenching to deny him, whispering hotly, “Not yet, tiny. Beg for it louder/ Let them all hear how broken you are.”
Timmy’s resolve cracked further, the public gaze burning him alive, his tiny dick straining inside her as the tension coiled tighter, promising no easy escape from her grasp.
Katie’s cruel smile widened at Timmy’s fractured gasp, her eyes gleaming with sadistic glee as she finally yanked him away from the wall. The sudden release left his tiny dick bobbing free, slick with her juices and throbbing painfully in the open air. Before he could slump, she shoved him hard onto the floor, his back hitting the carpet with a thud that knocked the wind from his lungs. The women whooped, their phones dipping lower to catch the fall, lenses trained on his sprawled, naked body like vultures circling prey.
Timmy’s chest heaved, his mind a whirlwind of shame and desperate need, the cool floor against his heated skin a stark reminder of his exposure. He tried to curl up, but Katie was on him in an instant, her strong hands grabbing his ankles and yanking his legs apart wide. His thighs trembled, spread obscenely for the room to see, his three-and-a-half-inch erection pointing straight up like a pathetic flag of surrender. The women’s laughter crashed over him, a wave that made his face burn hotter, their voices overlapping in a chorus of mockery.
“Look at those skinny legs shaking. Spread ’em wider, Katie, give us the full view of that baby dick!” one of the women shouted, her phone zooming in close enough that Timmy could hear the electronic whir.
He whimpered, the sound escaping unbidden as Katie knelt between his splayed thighs, her naked body towering over him, breasts hanging heavy and full, nipples hard from the thrill of her dominance.
She reached down, her fingers wrapping loosely around his tiny dick, teasing the sensitive head with light, torturous strokes. Her touch was electric, sending jolts through his balls, but it was feather-light, barely enough to stoke the fire raging inside him. Pre-cum beaded at the tip, and she smeared it around with her thumb, chuckling low in her throat.
“Feel that, Timmy? Your little nub’s leaking like a faucet, but it’s so fucking small, I can barely grip it. Pathetic… I bet you’ve never made a girl feel full in your life.”
Her words sliced deep, twisting the knot of humiliation in his gut, even as his hips bucked weakly toward her hand, craving more.
Timmy’s breath hitched, tears pricking his eyes as the encircled women leaned in, their jeers growing bolder.
Susan giggled, waving her phone. “He’s whimpering already… Tease that shrimp harder, Katie! Make the loser squirm!”
The emotional weight pressed down on him, his anxiety spiking under their stares, his body betraying him with every helpless twitch. Katie’s fingers danced faster now, circling the base, flicking the underside, drawing out soft, broken sounds from his lips. His dick pulsed in her grasp, veins standing out on the thin shaft, but she kept him on the edge, denying the firm strokes he needed.
“Please… Katie… Touch it right,” he begged, voice cracking, the plea spilling out amid the roar of laughter.
But she just smirked, releasing him abruptly to climb over his prone form. Her knees pinned his thighs wider, her dripping pussy hovering just above his aching dick, the heat radiating down like a promise of torment. The scent of her arousal filled his nostrils, musky and overpowering, mixing with the sweat beading on his skin.
With a triumphant grin, Katie lowered herself onto him, her slick folds parting to engulf his entire length in one smooth descent. It was effortless. His tiny dick slid into her loose heat without resistance, barely stretching her vaginal walls. She sank fully, her ass settling on his small balls, and Timmy groaned, the sensation overwhelming. Tight enough to tease but vast enough to underscore his inadequacy. Her pussy clenched around him experimentally, the pressure making his eyes roll back, but it was her control that broke him, the way she owned every inch he offered.
She started riding him hard and fast, hips slamming down in a brutal rhythm that shook his body against the floor. Her breasts bounced wildly with each drop, heavy globes slapping against her chest, nipples tracing arcs in the air. Timmy’s hands clutched at the carpet, nails digging in as he tried to thrust up, but his weak pushes faltered immediately. His hips were jerking feebly while she did all the work, grinding her clit against his base for her own pleasure.
The wet squelch of her pussy devouring his little dick echoed loudly, drowned only by the women’s chants starting up: “Tiny dick! Tiny dick! Ride that loser!”
Phones flashed everywhere, capturing the bounce of her tits, the pathetic quiver of his legs, his flushed face contorted in humiliated ecstasy.
Timmy’s mind fractured under the assault, the public degradation searing into him like a brand. Every cheer from the crowd amplified the shame, their eyes devouring his failure, while Katie’s body milked him relentlessly. Her inner cuntal walls rippled around his thin shaft, hot and slick, building the pressure in his balls to an unbearable peak. He could feel her juices coating him, dripping down to soak his sack, the friction raw and intense despite his size.
“Fuck, you’re nothing inside me. Just a little tickle. Even tampons feel bigger than you,” Katie taunted breathlessly, leaning forward to let her breasts dangle in his face, brushing his lips. “Thrust harder, Timmy. Show them how you can’t even fuck back properly.’”
His weak attempts only made her laugh harder, her pace quickening, pussy slamming down to bury him hilt-deep each time. The women’s chants grew louder, a rhythmic humiliation that synced with her rides: “Fail! Fail! Babydick fail!”
Timmy’s stamina crumbled, his body trembling, dick throbbing wildly in her gripping heat. Emotional turmoil churned inside. The anxiety of being filmed, the sting of their insults, all fueling the twisted pleasure coiling tighter. He was lost in it, exposed and broken, her dominance absolute.
“Katie… Oh god, please… Let me cum,” he begged desperately, voice raw and pleading, tears streaming down his cheeks as her merciless control pushed him to the brink.
She slowed just enough to hover, her pussy clenching to edge him further, breasts heaving with her own building arousal. “Louder, bitch. Beg like the humiliated slut you are. Tell them all how my pussy owns your worthless little dick.”
The women lean closer, phones inches away, their laughter a thunder that trapped him in the moment, his pleas hanging in the air as she resumed her punishing ride, denying him release with cruel precision.
Katie’s eyes locked onto Timmy’s with a predatory intensity as she slowed her relentless ride, her pussy still clenching around his tiny dick in teasing pulses that kept him teetering on the edge. The women’s chants faded into a hungry murmur, their phones capturing every bead of sweat on his flushed skin, every quiver of his spread thighs.
Timmy’s heart hammered in his chest, shame and need twisting like knives in his gut, his body betraying him with pathetic twitches toward her heat. He couldn’t look away, trapped in the raw vulnerability of her gaze, tears blurring the cruel curve of her smirk.
She leaned down suddenly, her heavy breasts pressing against his chest, nipples scraping his skin like hot brands. One hand shot out, fingers digging into his chin with bruising force, yanking his face up to meet her eyes fully.
“Look at me, you worthless little-dick loser,” Katie hissed, her breath hot against his lips, voice laced with mocking sweetness that made his stomach churn.
Timmy’s mind reeled, the emotional weight of her dominance crashing over him. He was nothing here, exposed and owned, his anxiety spiking as the room’s eyes bored into him. Her thumb pressed into his jaw, forcing his mouth slack, while her other hand released his chin only to trail down his trembling body.
Without warning, she lifted off him, his slick dick slipping free with a wet plop that echoed in the sudden hush. It bobbled as it stood hard and proud, throbbing desperately, pre-cum stringing from the tip to her glistening pussy lips. Katie slid down his body, her knees bracketing his hips, and before he could gasp, her mouth descended on his tiny erection. She sucked him in brutally, lips sealing around the base in one savage pull, tongue lashing the sensitive underside with rough, demanding strokes. Timmy’s back arched off the floor, a weak moan ripping from his throat, high-pitched and broken, like a whimper more than pleasure.
“Listen to that pathetic sound,” Katie pulled off just enough to sneer, her hand pumping his shaft in tight, mocking jerks that made his balls tighten painfully.
She dove back down, hollowing her cheeks to create suction that bordered on pain, teeth grazing the thin skin lightly as she bobbed her head fast and hard. Timmy’s hands fisted in the carpet, hips bucking involuntarily into her mouth, but she pinned him with her weight, controlling every shallow thrust.
His moans came out in staccato bursts. ‘Argh…Nnngh… Please…” Each one fuels her cruelty.
She hummed around him, the vibration shooting straight to his core. Still, her eyes never left his, watching the humiliation etch deeper into his features, his face crumpling with emotional overload. The women erupted in laughter, phones zooming in on the obscene sight. Katie’s blonde head bobbed over his minuscule dick, saliva dripping down his balls as she slurped.
“Suck that baby carrot, Katie! Bet it tastes like failure!” Susan called out, her voice thick with glee, while others whooped and filmed the way Timmy’s legs kicked feebly.
“It certainly doesn’t taste like carrot,” Katie said, making the women laugh.
The degradation burned through him, his mind fracturing under the public scrutiny. He was a joke, a tiny-dick plaything for their amusement, the anxiety of being recorded forever twisting his arousal into something shameful and intoxicating.
Katie popped off his dick with a lewd smack, strings of spit connecting her lips to the glistening head. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, smirking up at him before turning to the crowd. “Alright, sluts, who’s ready to break this tiny-dick bitch for good? Get over here… Let’s gang up on him and show what a real fuck looks like compared to his sad little nub.”
Her command sliced through the air like a whip, and the women surged forward, a circle of eager bodies closing in, their lingerie and naked forms a blur of curves and leering faces.
Timmy’s breath caught, panic and dread flooding his veins as the first woman, a curvy brunette named Lisa, dropped to her knees beside Katie, shoving Timmy’s legs wider with rough hands.
“My turn to taste that joke,” she growled, leaning in to lick a bold stripe up his shaft while Katie held it steady, her fingers squeezing the base to make it twitch.
Another woman, redheaded and voluptuous, straddled his chest, grinding her wet pussy against his sternum, smearing her arousal across his skin as she pinched his nipples hard. “Feel that, shrimp-dick? Real tits smothering you while we laugh at your size.” Her breasts dangled in his face, heavy and suffocating, forcing him to inhale her musky scent.
The gangbang descended into chaos, women taking turns dominating every inch of him. Katie directed it all, her voice barking orders: “Suck his balls, make him cry… Yeah, like that!”
One blonde knelt between his thighs, her mouth engulfing his tiny dick whole, deepthroating it effortlessly, while another sat on his face, her ass cheeks spreading to smother him in her dripping folds. Timmy’s muffled cries vibrated against her pussy, his tongue lapping desperately at her clit under the pressure. Still, his body was overwhelmed. Hands groped his thighs, mouths sucking and biting, pussies grinding wherever they could claim space.
Emotional turmoil raged inside him, the constant barrage of touches and insults breaking his spirit. “God, it’s so small. I can fit two fingers beside it in my mouth!” one woman taunted as she blew him sloppily, her praise twisted into degradation that made tears stream down his cheeks.
Katie watched it all, her hand occasionally stroking his hair mockingly. “You’re loving this, aren’t you, Timmy? Broken and buried under real women, your pathetic dick getting the pity fuck it deserves.”
The relentless domination pushed him to the brink, his dick pulsing wildly amid the wet sucks and grinds. Still, release stayed just out of reach, the women’s laughter and filming a cage of humiliation tightening around him.
Another woman mounted his face fully now, riding his tongue with urgent rocks of her hips, her juices flooding his mouth as she moaned exaggeratedly. “Lick harder, loser. Pretend you’re good at something!”
Below, two pairs of hands worked his dick and balls in tandem, one jerking the shaft with feather-light teases, the other rolling his sack roughly, drawing out whimpers that mixed with the slurps and smacks filling the room. Timmy’s mind blanked under the assault, body trembling, the emotional weight of their ‘praise.’ Endless barbs about his size, his weakness. Fueling a desperate, fractured need that left him gasping, utterly lost in the storm.
The chaos of hands and mouths blurred into a haze of sensation for Timmy, his body pinned under the writhing mass of women, every nerve screaming from the overload. His tiny dick throbbed painfully, slick with saliva and pre-cum, as another pair of lips pulled away with a mocking pop, leaving him twitching in the cool air.
Tears streaked his face, mixing with the sweat and juices smeared across his skin, his mind a fractured mess of shame and unwanted arousal. He couldn’t breathe right, couldn’t think. Just survive the endless female assault, the women’s voices a cacophony of jeers that drilled into his soul.
Katie’s laugh cut through the din, sharp and commanding, pulling everyone’s attention like a leash. She rose from her knees, her naked body glistening under the party lights, breasts heaving with each excited breath. Her eyes scanned the circle of flushed faces until they landed on a petite Asian woman named Mia, who was already half-undressed in lacy panties, her small but perky tits exposed from earlier play.
“You,” Katie barked, pointing a manicured finger at Mia. “Get those panties off. This little-dick worm needs a real pussy to worship while I finish wrecking his pathetic nub.”
Mia’s eyes widened, a mix of thrill and hesitation flashing across her face, but Katie didn’t wait. She grabbed Mia’s waistband with rough hands, yanking the soaked fabric down her thighs in one swift tug, exposing Mia’s smooth, shaved pussy already dripping with arousal. The fabric hit the floor with a wet slap, and Katie shoved Mia forward, her voice dripping with dominance.
“Straddle his face now. Make him drown in it.”
Mia stumbled slightly but complied, kicking off the panties as she stepped over Timmy’s head, her thighs quivering with anticipation.
Timmy’s heart lurched in panic as Mia’s shadow fell over him, the scent of her musky excitement hitting him like a wave. He tried to turn his head, but strong hands, Lisa’s, from earlier, pinned his shoulders down, nails digging into his flesh. “No escaping, Timmy,” Lisa snarled, her breath hot on his ear.
Mia lowered herself without mercy, her knees bracketing his head, pussy lips parting as she settled her full weight onto his face. The slick heat smothered him instantly, her folds pressing against his mouth and nose, juices flooding his lips in a salty/fishy rush.
“Lick it, you worthless fuck,” Katie ordered from above, her tone brooking no argument. “Tongue out, deep as that shrimp dick of yours can manage. Eat her like your life depends on it.”
Desperation clawed at Timmy’s chest, the air cut off except for the humid press of Mia’s pussy. He gasped against her, tongue darting out instinctively, lapping at her swollen clit in frantic strokes. The taste exploded on his tongue. Tangy, fishy, and thick, her arousal coated his chin as she ground down harder, hips rocking to chase her pleasure. His mind reeled with humiliation, the emotional gut-punch of being used like this, reduced to a human toy under the watchful eyes of the room.
Muffled whimpers vibrated from his throat into her cuntal folds, but Mia just moaned louder, fingers tangling in his hair to hold him in place. “Yeah, that’s it… Suck my clit, loser. Bet you’ve never made a girl this wet before.” Her words stabbed deep, fueling the fire of his shame, his dick jerking untouched below, aching for any friction.
Katie watched with a cruel grin, her hand reaching down to grip Timmy’s tiny dick at the base, squeezing until he bucked weakly under Mia’s weight. “Look at him squirm,” she taunted to the crowd, who hooted and angled their phones closer, capturing the obscene tableau: Timmy’s face buried in pussy, tongue working desperately as his body strained.
She stroked him once, rough and teasing, before positioning herself between his spread legs. Her own pussy, still slick from earlier, hovered over his throbbing three-and-a-half inches, the head nudging her vaginal entrance. Without preamble, she sank hard, impaling herself on his minuscule length with a punishing thrust that buried him to the hilt or what passed for it.
Timmy’s muffled cry echoed against Mia’s pussy, the sudden tight heat enveloping his dick sending shockwaves through him. Katie rode him relentlessly, her hips slamming down in brutal rhythm, ass cheeks slapping against his thighs with each descent. Her inner walls clenched around his tiny shaft like a vice, milking him with every punishing bounce, but it was overkill— he filled so little of her that she laughed through gritted teeth.
“Fuck, even buried in me, I barely feel this joke. Thrust up, bitch. Show us how weak you are.’
The command ignited something broken in him; his hips jerked upward pitifully, meeting her drops with feeble pushes that did nothing to satisfy her pace.
Overwhelmed, Timmy moaned into Mia’s dripping pussy, the sound pitiful and high, vibrating her clit as he licked faster under her grinding demands. The dual assault shattered him. Katie’s dominant ride pounding his dick raw, the stretch of her cunt mocking his size with every slide, while Mia’s juices drowned him, her thighs squeezing his ears until the world narrowed to wet heat and humiliation.
Emotional turmoil surged, tears mixing with Mia’s arousal on his face. He was nothing, a plaything for their cruelty, the public eyes and flashing phones etching his degradation into eternity. His body trembled, dick pulsing inside Katie’s clenching heat, but release hovered cruelly out of reach, edged by her control.
The women cheered wildly, a roar of encouragement filling the room as they captured every raw moment on film. “Ride that baby dick, Katie! Make him cry into her cunt,” Susan yelled, zooming in on Timmy’s tongue flicking desperately at Mia’s clit, then panning to Katie’s breasts bouncing with each hard thrust, her face twisted in mocking ecstasy.
Phones captured the slap of skin, the wet squelch of Katie’s pussy devouring his tiny dick, the way his legs kicked feebly under the onslaught. Laughter mixed with moans, the air thick with their dominance. Another woman reached in to pinch Katie’s nipple, urging her faster, while others chanted: “Timmy! Timmy! Timmy!’
The relentless assault pushed Timmy deeper into submission, his moans turning to sobs against Mia’s folds, body arching as Katie ground down harder, her nails raking his hips.
Mia’s hips bucked suddenly, her pussy contracting around his probing tongue as she neared her peak, flooding his mouth with fresh gushes of fishy-tasting slime that he swallowed reflexively, choking on the taste.
“Don’t stop licking me, you pathetic loser. Suck up and swallow my juices while Katie wrecks your babydick!’ Mia cried, riding his face through her orgasm.
Katie leaned forward, her breasts pressing against Mia’s back for leverage, slamming down with renewed fury, her own breath coming in sharp pants. Timmy’s world spun, the brutal female dominance crushing him from above and below, humiliation and pleasure twisting into a knot that threatened to snap. His dick throbbed wildly inside her cunt, balls drawing tight, but Katie slowed just enough to keep him teetering, her smirk promising more torment as the women’s cheers swelled around them.
Katie’s hand shot up suddenly, palm out like a queen silencing her court, her eyes narrowing into cold slits of command that cut through the raucous cheers. The room fell into a tense hush, broken only by the wet slap of her hips against Timmy’s thighs and Mia’s lingering gasps as she lifted off his face, leaving his mouth slick and gasping for air.
Timmy’s chest heaved, his tongue numb from the frantic lapping, the taste of Mia’s fishy cum still thick on his lips, a bitter reminder of his utter subjugation. His mind reeled, the emotional weight of it all crashing down. He was exposed, broken, nothing more than a joke under their gaze, his tiny dick buried uselessly in Katie’s clenching wet cunt.
She ground down harder then, her movements deliberate and vicious, rolling her hips in a slow, crushing circle that squeezed his three-and-a-half-inch shaft like it was an afterthought. Her breasts bounced wildly with the motion, heavy globes slapping against her chest, nipples hard and pink, drawing his bleary eyes despite the shame flooding his veins.
The friction burned, her slick cuntal walls dragging over every inch of him, or lack thereof, sending jolts of unwanted pleasure spiking through his core. Timmy whimpered, his body betraying him with a shudder, his hips twitching up feebly into her dominance. Inside, turmoil churned. He hated how his dick throbbed, how the humiliation twisted into this sick heat, making him ache for the release she dangled just out of reach.
“Beg for it, Timmy,” Katie snarled, her voice low and venomous, leaning forward so her breasts dangled inches from his face, taunting him with their fullness. “Beg aloud for permission to cum in my pussy. Tell everyone how much you need it, you pathetic little-dick loser. Make it good, or I’ll edge you all night.”
Her words sliced deep, reopening the wound of his inadequacy, the room’s eyes pinning him like spotlights. Timmy’s face burned, tears pricking fresh as the women’s murmurs swelled back to life, phones angled hungrily.
“P-please,” he stammered, voice cracking under the strain, his throat raw from muffled cries and forced worship.
The plea hung in the air, feeble and desperate, but Katie just laughed, slamming down harder, her ass cheeks rippling with the impact. “Louder, bitch. Beg like the shrimp-dick worm you are. Tell us how bad your babydick needs to squirt.”
She pinched his nipple viciously, twisting until he arched, the pain mingling with the building pressure in his balls. Emotional devastation hit him like a wave. He was begging, exposed and ridiculed, his pride shattered into dust before this circle of cruel women.
“Please, Katie… Let me cum,” Timmy moaned louder, the words tumbling out in a humiliated rush, his voice echoing off the walls. “My little dick… It’s so hard… I need to cum so bad. Please, I’m begging you… It’s all I can do right.”
Laughter erupted around him, sharp and mocking, as the women circled closer, their bodies pressing in like a living cage. Mia wiped her dripping pussy with a finger, smearing the remnants on his cheek with a smirk. “Hear that? He’s admitting he’s tiny and useless, just like we said.”
Lisa loomed at his side, her strong hand clamping his thigh down, nails biting skin. “Thrust harder, loser. Show us that weak pathetic push while you beg.”
The taunts fueled the fire, phones flashing and zooming in on every desperate detail. Katie’s pussy lips stretched minimally around his minuscule girth, the way his hips shuddered upward in futile attempts to please her, the slick sheen of sweat and arousal coating his balls.
Susan leaned in close, her breath hot on his ear.”’Look at that little nub disappearing. I bet it feels like nothing, Katie. Cum for us, Timmy. Make it quick and sad.”
Another woman, a curvy brunette, reached out to flick his taut sack, the sting making him yelp and buck wildly into Katie’s unrelenting grind.
Katie’s eyes locked on his, cold triumph gleaming as she rode him faster, her breasts heaving with each brutal drop, nipples grazing his chest. “That’s right, beg louder. Tell them how humiliated you are, how my pussy owns your worthless cum.”
Timmy’s world narrowed to the vise of her heat, the emotional crush of their stares, the relentless filming etching his shame forever. “I’m so humiliated… Please, let my tiny dick cum… I can’t take it,” he sobbed, voice breaking into a whine, thrusts turning erratic and shuddering, his body coiling tight under her control.
The women pressed tighter, a wall of jeers and lenses.
“Pathetic thrusts!’”
“Film that weak squirm!”
“Cum already, shrimp!”
Their voices blended into a humiliating chorus, amplifying the knot in his gut, the way Katie’s inner muscles clenched to torment him further. She ground down one last time, hard and deep, her clit rubbing against his pubic bone since his dick barely reached. “Cum now, you broken toy. Fill me with your sad little load.”
The command shattered him. Timmy’s body seized, a weak spurt erupting from his throbbing dick, pulsing feebly inside her as waves of humiliated ecstasy crashed over him.
Ropes of thin cum jetted weakly into Katie’s cunt, barely enough to coat her vaginal walls, his orgasm a pitiful dribble compared to the pounding she gave him. He gasped, overwhelmed, tears streaming as the pleasure twisted with soul-deep shame, the women’s laughter roaring back to life. Katie didn’t stop riding, milking every last drop with mocking squeezes, her breasts still bouncing as she leaned back, letting the crowd see the evidence of his defeat dripping from her.
Timmy lay there, spent and shattered, his mind a whirl of degradation, knowing this control, this endless humiliation was far from over, the phones still rolling, capturing his broken whimpers for eternity.
Katie’s pussy clenched one final time around Timmy’s spent dick, squeezing out the last pathetic dribble of his cum before she lifted off him with a wet, obscene plop. A thin trail of his watery load leaked from her swollen lips, mixing with her own slick arousal, glistening under the party’s harsh lights. Timmy lay there on the floor, chest heaving, his tiny dick softening to its useless inch, slick and shriveled against his thigh.
The emotional gut-punch hit harder than the orgasm. Timmy had cum inside Katie, begged for it like a whipped dog, and now the evidence mocked him, his shame on full display for the circle of women whose laughter clawed at his soul. He wanted to curl up, disappear, but their eyes pinned him, phones still capturing every twitch of his broken body.
“Oh no, tiny,” Katie purred, her voice dripping with cruel satisfaction as she swung a leg over his chest, straddling his face without mercy. Her thighs, thick and toned, clamped around his ears, the musky scent of her sex overwhelming him. Sweat, arousal, and the salty tang of his own weak jizz. “You don’t get just to squirt and be done. Lick it up. Taste that sad little creampie you gave me. Clean your mess, you worthless cuck.”
Her words burned into his mind, twisting the knife of degradation deeper. He was nothing now, reduced to this. A human napkin for his own inadequacy.
Timmy’s stomach churned, but resistance was a distant memory, shattered under her dominance. Trembling, he craned his neck up, his tongue darting out hesitantly to lap at her dripping folds. The flavor exploded on his taste buds. It was bitter and thin, his cum mingled with her sharp, fishy juices, coating his mouth in humiliating proof of his failure. He licked broader strokes, sucking gently at her clit to draw out more, the slick mess smearing across his chin and cheeks.
Katie ground down, smothering him, her asshole brushing his nose as she rocked. “That’s it, swallow every drop, shrimp-dick. Bet it tastes like failure, huh? Your tiny load’s barely even there.”
Laughter rippled through the women, Mia giggling as she zoomed her phone in close, capturing the way his tongue delved into Katie’s pussy, slurping up the creampie with desperate obedience.
Lisa stepped forward, her strong hands gripping Timmy’s shoulders, pinning him firmer to the floor. “Don’t miss a spot, loser. We all saw how weak that spurt was. Now eat it like the bitch you are.”
The restraint amplified his helplessness, his body trapped under their control, emotions swirling in a toxic mix of revulsion and that twisted, unwanted arousal flickering back to life in his gut. He obeyed, tongue plunging deeper, lapping until Katie’s pussy was clean, shiny with his saliva instead of his shame. The act broke something final in him; tears welled as he swallowed, the salty residue burning his throat, a constant reminder of how thoroughly they’d owned him.
But Katie wasn’t done. With a wicked smirk, she shifted higher, turning slightly to present her ass, cheeks spreading wide by her own hands. Her asshole winked at him, tight and pink, framed by the curve of her flawless body. “Now this, Timmy. Lick my asshole clean. Tongue it deep. Show everyone how low you’ll go for a real woman’s attention.”
The command hit like a slap, public degradation searing his cheeks as the women leaned in, phones flashing. Timmy’s mind screamed in protest, but his body moved on autopilot, submissive and shattered. He pressed his face between her cheeks, nose buried in her heat, and extended his tongue to trace the puckered rim.
The taste was earthier, musky, and forbidden, her skin warm against his lips as he licked tentatively at first, then with growing desperation under her barked orders.
“Deeper, you pathetic ass-licker! Rim it like you mean it. Pretend it’s the only hole that’d take your babydick,” Katie’s voice was harsh, commanding, her hips bucking back to force his tongue inside, the tight ring clenching around the intrusion.
Timmy swirled and probed, swallowing her humiliating taunts like gospel, the wet sounds of his licking echoing amid the women’s jeers.
“Look at him go… Tongue-fucking Katie’s asshole like a pro slut,” Susan hooted, while Mia reached down to pat his head mockingly. “Good boy, Timmy. Bet your little dick’s twitching again from the shame. Can you taste what she had for lunch?”
The women laugh.
Emotional devastation crashed over him in waves. Timmy was worshipping Katie’s most intimate spot, exposed and filmed, his pride annihilated. The dominance consumed him, Katie’s body a throne of control, her asshole flexing under his obedient laps until she finally shoved him away, satisfied.
Timmy gasped for air, face slick with her essence, his world reduced to the ache in his jaw and the hollow pit in his chest.
Katie stood, towering over him, her naked form a vision of cruel perfection. Her breasts heaving, pussy still glistening from his cleanup.
She kicked his thigh lightly, her tone turning icy. “Enough, Loser. Get dressed. Your night’s over. You’ve entertained us plenty with that shrimp between your legs. However, the party must move on. This is Susan’s night, not yours…”
Mockery laced every word, her eyes raking his crumpled form with disdain. Timmy scrambled for his clothes, scattered across the floor from the night’s forced strip, hands shaking as he pulled on his pants over his limp dick, the fabric chafing his raw skin. The women watched, snickering, Lisa tossing his shirt at his face like trash.
“Out you go, loser,” Katie sneered, yanking the door open.
She shoved him toward it, her push sending him stumbling into the cool night air, the laughter exploding behind him like gunfire. Cruel and unrelenting peals that followed him down the driveway. Timmy limped to his car, every step a stab of defeat, his body sore, mind fractured. He could hear them still, voices carrying on the breeze:
“What a joke!”
“Tiny dick forever!”
Fumbling with his keys, he slid inside, the engine’s rumble drowning out nothing as tears blurred the road ahead. The humiliation etched into his soul, videos likely spreading like wildfire, ensuring this broken night haunted him eternally. But deep down, a dark whisper wondered if he’d ever escape the pull of Katie’s control. He knew this wouldn’t be the last time that Katie got her kicks humiliating him, and it made him shudder.
The End.
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