I pushed open the door to what I thought was the boys’ changeroom, my heart pounding from the grueling gym class I’d just survived. First week of college, and I was already messing up—new campus, confusing signs. The room smelled like fresh sweat and cheap body spray, lockers lining the walls in neat rows. No one else around, thank god. I was dying to peel off my damp clothes and shower quick before anyone saw how scrawny I looked.

My hands shook as I yanked off my shirt, revealing my pale, skinny chest. No muscles, just bones poking out. Pants next— I fumbled with the belt, kicking off my sneakers. Underwear last, always the worst part. I hooked my thumbs in the waistband and shoved them down, my two-inch dick jiggling free, already half-hard from the adrenaline. It bobbed there, pathetic and exposed, as I stood naked in the middle of the room, towel in hand, heading for the showers.

The door slammed open behind me, and a rush of voices hit like a wave. Laughter, chatter—girls. The soccer team, from the looks of their jerseys and ponytails, stormed in, cleats clicking on the tile. There were maybe ten of them, all tall and toned, skin glistening from practice.

I froze, my back to them at first, but then one shouted, “What the fuck?”

I spun around, arms flying to cover my crotch, but it was too late. Their eyes locked on me—naked, shrinking under the fluorescent lights. Horror flashed across their faces: wide eyes, mouths dropping.

“Oh my God, there’s a guy in here!” one yelled, a brunette with a captain’s band on her arm.

Another, blonde and built like a tank, pointed. “You fucking pervert! Get out of here!”

But then their gazes dropped lower, past my hands that couldn’t hide shit. My tiny dick peeked out, shriveled now from the shock, barely an inch. The brunette’s horror cracked into a smirk. She nudged the girl next to her. “Wait… Look at that,” she said, pointing.

Snickers started, building like a storm. The blonde burst out laughing, doubling over. “Holy shit, is that his dick? It’s like a fucking baby carrot!”

The room exploded in laughter, echoing off the lockers. I burned red, heat flooding my face, my chest, down to my groin. They circled me, closing in like wolves—strong thighs in shorts, sports bras hugging firm tits. No escape.

“P-please…” I stammered, backing up until my ass hit a bench. “I thought this was the guys’ changerooms—I swear!”

“Yeah, right, creep,” the captain sneered, her dark eyes gleaming with mischief. She was close now, her breath smelling of mint gum. “You just wanted to spy on us, huh? But look at you—you can’t even get hard.’

More laughs. A redhead grabbed my wrist, yanking my arm away. “Let us see it properly. Come on, tiny.”

My dick was exposed to their stares, twitching despite the shame. It started to stiffen, traitor that it was, peaking at its sad three and a half inches.

“Oh God, it’s growing! That’s it?” the blonde howled, slapping her thigh. “I’ve seen bigger clits on some of you girls in the showers.”

They pushed me down onto the bench, my bare ass cold against the wood. Hands everywhere—poking my chest, pinching my nipples till I yelped.

“Dance for us, short stuff,” the captain ordered, her voice dripping with mockery. “Shake that little worm.”

Tears pricked my eyes, but my body obeyed, hips jerking awkwardly as I stood again. Their cheers egged me on, phones out now—flashing pictures? Fuck, no.

“Smile, loser,” the redhead taunted, zooming in on my crotch. “This is going viral. ‘College boy’s micro-dick debut.’”

I felt so small, so helpless, their athletic bodies towering over my skinny frame. One girl, with freckles and a ponytail, stepped forward and flicked my dick hard. Pain shot through me, but it throbbed, leaking a drop of pre-cum.

“He’s getting off on this!” she crowed. “Pathetic. Lick it clean, then.”

They shoved me to my knees, the tiles biting into my skin. The captain used her finger to wipe my pre-cum off the floor. Then she grabbed my hair, tilting my head back. “Open up, shrimp dick. Taste your own shame.”

Her friends chanted, “Suck it! Suck it!”

I craned awkwardly, tongue darting out to lap at the tip of her finger— it was salty, slimy, and humiliating. Laughter roared louder, someone smacking my ass.

“Good boy. Now beg us to stop.”

I did, voice breaking, I said, “Please… Stop… I’m sorry.”

But they didn’t. The blonde straddled the bench, pulling her shorts aside just enough to flash her shaved pussy, inches from my face. “Worship this instead. Real equipment,” she said.

Her scent hit me—musky, aroused. I leaned in, nose brushing her folds, as she ground against me.

“Lick, tiny. Earn your way out,” she urged,

My tongue slid over her wet pussy lips, tasting her, while they mocked every lap.

“Bet he’s never done that before. Virgin loser with a babydick,” someone said.

Deeper shame twisted in my gut, mixed with a sick heat building in my balls. Their hands roamed—tweaking, slapping, one girl even wrapping her fingers around my shaft, jerking it roughly.

“Feel that? Doesn’t even fill my palm,” she quipped.

I was their toy, exposed and degraded, the changeroom filled with their taunts and my whimpers.

The captain leaned down, whispering hot against my ear, “We’re not done yet, babydick. Wait till we make you cum in front of everyone.”

Their laughter swelled again, promising more torment, and I trembled, trapped in the circle of their dominance. The captain’s whisper sent a shiver down my spine, her hot breath making my skin prickle. Before I could even process it, strong hands gripped my shoulders and shoved me down hard. My knees hit the cold tile floor with a smack that jarred my bones, pain shooting up my legs.

The girls’ laughter sharpened, slicing through the air like knives, relentless and echoing off the lockers. They formed a tight circle around me, their athletic legs caging me in—tanned thighs flexing, shorts riding up to show the edges of their sports bras and the sweat-damp curves of their bodies. I was on display, naked and shivering, my tiny dick twitching between my thighs, exposed to their hungry stares.

“Look at him down there, like a lost puppy,” the blonde snorted, her voice booming with amusement.

She stepped closer, her cleats inches from my hands. The others joined in, their faces a blur of smirks and gleaming eyes. I tried to curl up, arms wrapping around my waist to hide my pathetic dick, but the redhead grabbed my wrists and yanked them behind my back.

“No hiding, shrimp. We want to see that little nub,” she said.

Her grip was iron, bruising my skin, and I felt the heat of tears burning my eyes as my dick bounced free again, soft and shamed under the fluorescent lights.

The captain knelt in front of me first, her dark ponytail swinging as she reached out. Her fingers—calloused from handling soccer balls—wrapped around my tiny shaft, squeezing just tight enough to make me gasp. It was barely a handful for her, my one-inch softy looking ridiculous in her palm.

“Feel that? It’s like squeezing a worm,” she said, her voice laced with mock pity that twisted into cruelty.

She gave it a rough tug, and I whimpered, my hips bucking involuntarily. The squeeze sent a jolt through me, mixing pain with that unwanted spark of arousal. Laughter erupted again, the freckled girl covering her mouth as she pointed.

“He’s leaking already! What a freak—gets hard from being our bitch.”

They took turns, passing me around like a toy. The blonde’s hand was next, her thick fingers pinching the head of my dick, twisting it side to side. “Pathetic. My pinky has more girth.” The pinch burned, sharp and humiliating, drawing a bead of pre-cum that she smeared across my tip with her thumb.

I tried to twist away, shame flooding my chest like fire, but the redhead held me steady, her other hand fisting my hair to force my head up. “Eyes on us, loser. Watch us play with your babydick.’

Their voices overlapped, a chorus of taunts, “So small, bet it never touched pussy,” and “Can’t even call it a dick, more like a clit.”

Each word digs deeper into my gut, making me feel smaller, more worthless. My face burned, tears spilling now, but my traitorous body responded, the tiny shaft stiffening to its full, embarrassing length under their assault.

One girl, a tall brunette with a scar on her cheek, shoved the others aside and dropped to her knees beside me. ‘My turn to really work it,’ she growled, her hand engulfing my dick. She jerked it roughly, up and down in fast, merciless strokes that made my balls tighten. The friction was intense, her palm rough against my sensitive skin, pulling at the foreskin until it stung.

“Come on, tiny, show us what you’ve got. Is this all? Three inches of nothing?” she said and laughed as she pumped harder, her fingers occasionally slipping down to tug at my balls, squeezing them like they were stress toys.

I bit my lip, a sob escaping, the humiliation crashing over me in waves. Why was I hard? Why did their degradation make my pulse race, my dick throb in her grip? The circle tightened, phones still out, capturing every twitch, every whimper. I whimpered louder, my voice breaking as I begged silently—please stop, please—but no words came out right. Just pathetic mewls that made them mock me harder.

“Aw, listen to him whine like a girl,” the captain cooed, circling back to pinch my nipple while the brunette jerked me off. “Bet you’ve never made a girl cum with this joke of a cock. Stroke it yourself now, babydick. Show us how you do it alone.”

They released my wrists, but eyes bored into me, daring me to refuse. Trembling, I wrapped shaky fingers around my dick—god, it looked even smaller in my own grip—and started stroking, slow at first, the slick pre-cum easing the way. Their laughter swelled, the blonde chanting, “Faster, loser! Make that micro-dick spurt for us.”

The freckled girl leaned in close, her breath hot on my neck. “Imagine if the whole campus saw this—skinny freak jerking his baby carrot in the girls’ locker room.”

Shame twisted in my stomach, but the pressure built, my balls aching as I pumped faster under their commands. The captain smacked my ass, the sting pushing me closer. “Cum for us, tiny dick. Prove you’re our humiliated little slut.”

I couldn’t hold back—their voices, their stares, the rough tile under my knees—it all crashed together. My dick pulsed in my fingers, spurting weak ropes of jizz onto the floor, pathetic dribbles that barely reached anywhere. They howled with laughter, pointing at the mess.

“That’s it? It’s like a sad sneeze!” the redhead said and then smeared some on her finger and wiped it across my lips. “Taste your failure, bitch.”

I collapsed forward, spent and broken, tears mixing with the sweat on my face. But they weren’t done—their hands were already reaching again, promising more degradation, more exposure. The door to the changeroom stayed shut, but I knew this nightmare was just beginning, their taunts echoing in my ears as they dragged me toward the showers.

I’m forced onto all fours, the cold floor biting into my knees painfully. My body trembles, every muscle tense as I try to anticipate their next move. The girls surround me, their hands roaming freely, squeezing and slapping my tiny dick, their laughter a constant, cruel backdrop to my humiliation.

“Look at this pathetic excuse for a dick,” the redhead sneered, her fingers curling around my shaft, squeezing hard enough to make me grunt. “It’s like a little worm trying to escape.” She gives it a sharp slap, and I flinch, my ass cheeks clenching involuntarily.

The blonde, her eyes gleaming with malicious delight, joins in. “Oh, he’s got a little friend down there too,” she teases, her fingers probing my ass crack, pushing against my tight hole. “Maybe we should give this one some attention, too.” Her touch sends a shiver down my spine, a mix of fear and something else—a strange, unfamiliar sensation that I dare not acknowledge.

The captain, ever the leader, steps forward and pushes me down further, her strong hands spreading my ass cheeks wide open. I feel exposed, vulnerable, as if every inch of my body is on display for their amusement. Her fingers, calloused and rough, plunge into me, two digits stretching me, invading my most private space.

“Oh, he’s tight,” she remarks, her voice laced with a hint of surprise. “Never been touched, I bet.” She wiggles her fingers, and I gasp, my eyes widening as a sharp pleasure-pain shoots through me. “Mmm, he likes that, don’t you, little slut?”

I can’t speak, my throat constricted with shame and a building desire that I can’t comprehend. I gasp, my breath coming in short, sharp pants, as she continues her invasion, her fingers probing deeper, twisting, and exploring. The other girls circle, their hands roaming my body, pinching and twisting my nipples, slapping my ass, and squeezing my tiny dick.

“Look at him, squirming like a worm on a hook,” the freckled girl cackles, her fingers digging into my hips, holding me in place. “Can’t take it, can you, you pathetic piece of meat?”

The brunette with the scar, the one who had jerked me off earlier, kneels behind me, her breath hot on my neck. “You’re ours now, little boy,” she growls, her fingers tracing the outline of my ass, teasing the entrance to my hole. “We can do whatever we want with you, and you’ll take it.”

I feel their collective power, their dominance, and a sense of helplessness wash over me. I’m at their mercy, and they revel in it, their laughter a constant taunt, a reminder of my powerlessness. As the captain’s fingers continue their assault, I can’t help but moan, a low, broken sound that escapes my lips.

“Hear that, girls? He’s enjoying it,” she says, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Our little whore is loving the attention.”

I shake my head, trying to deny it, but the sensation is too intense, too overwhelming. Their fingers, their words, the way they toy with me—it’s a heady mix of humiliation and something else, something I’ve never felt before. I’m caught between wanting to escape and wanting more, a confusing, intoxicating dicktail of emotions.

“Please,” I whisper, my voice hoarse, barely audible. “Please, stop.”

But they only laugh harder, their fingers digging in, their touches becoming more invasive, more relentless. I’m at their mercy, and they intend to take full advantage, pushing me further, deeper into this world of degradation and desire.

The captain’s fingers finally slip out of my asshole with a wet pop, leaving me gasping, my asshole clenching around nothing, a strange ache throbbing inside. Before I can catch my breath, rough hands grab fistfuls of my hair, yanking my head back sharply. Pain shoots through my scalp as the redhead and the blonde haul me up from all fours, my knees scraping against the cold tile floor. I cry out, my tiny dick bobbing uselessly between my legs, still half-hard from their torment.

“Up you go, little worm,” the redhead snarls, her grip iron-tight as she drags me toward the benches where the rest of the team lounges.

Their athletic thighs spread wide in mockery of invitation. My bare feet slip on the floor, body trembling as they shove me forward, forcing me to stumble between them. The air smells of sweat and their arousal, mixed with the sharp tang of my own humiliation—sweat dripping down my back, my small dick twitching pathetically.

They push me down onto my back across a bench, the wood digging into my spine, but it’s my dick they’re after now. The captain kneels first, her strong hands pinning my hips as she leans in, her breath hot against my exposed skin.

“Time for a little contest, girls,” she announces, her voice booming with cruel excitement. “Who can make this tiny prick disappear the fastest? Bet it won’t even take a full suck.”

Laughter erupts around me, echoing off the locker room walls like thunder. Phones come out—several girls pulling theirs from gym bags, lenses trained on my naked, shivering form. The freckled one zooms in on my three-inch boner, already leaking a bead of pre-cum from the earlier fingering. “Smile for the camera, loser,” she taunts, her finger tapping record. “This is going viral in the group chat—’Freshman Fumble: Tiny Dick Edition.'”

I squeeze my eyes shut, heat flooding my face, but they won’t let me hide. The captain’s mouth engulfs my dick in one swift motion, her lips stretching wide around my pathetic girth. It’s barely a mouthful, and she knows it—her tongue lashes out roughly, swirling around the head with aggressive flicks that make me buck involuntarily. She gags dramatically, pulling back with exaggerated retching sounds, spit trailing from her lips to my shaft.

“Ugh, it’s like sucking on a baby carrot,” she mocks, wiping her mouth. “No wonder you’re a virgin—nothing to work with here.”

The humiliation burns deeper than the rough suction, twisting in my gut like a knife. I want to curl up, disappear, but their hands hold me spread-eagled, thighs pressing against my sides, pinning me in place. My heart pounds, a mix of shame and unwanted arousal surging through me as the next girl takes her turn—the brunette with the scar, her eyes gleaming with sadistic glee.

She grabs my base—her fingers easily circling my entire length—and shoves it into her mouth, forcing it deep until her nose brushes my sparse pubes. Her tongue probes roughly, gagging herself on purpose, the wet slurps filling the room as she bobs once, twice, then pulls off with a pop. Drool coats my dick, glistening under the fluorescent lights, and she laughs, strings of saliva connecting us. “Pathetic,” she sneers, squeezing my balls lightly, making me whimper. “I can fit the whole thing without even trying. It doesn’t even touch the back of my throat! Bet your hand feels bigger than this sad nub.”

Tears prick my eyes, my body betraying me as my dick throbs in her grip, desperate for more despite the degradation. The others cheer her on, phones capturing every angle—the way my hips jerk, the flush creeping up my chest, the helpless moans escaping my throat.

“Choke on it, bitch,” the blonde yells playfully at the brunette, but it’s me who’s choking on the reality, the exposure.

I feel so small, so broken, their words carving into me like brands: tiny, worthless, a joke.

The redhead’s next, her turn is more vicious. She doesn’t just suck—she attacks, teeth grazing my sensitive skin just enough to sting, her tongue battering the underside as she forces my dick past her lips. I choke on a gasp, my hands clenching into fists at my sides, but she pins them down with one hand.

“Deeper? Ha, as if there’s more to take,” the redhead mumbles around me, the vibration sending jolts through my core. She gags loudly, pulling back to hawk a glob of spit onto my tip, rubbing it in with her thumb. “Look at him squirm—thinks this is pleasure? It’s not pleasure, it’s pity, you micro-dick freak.”

The laughter swells, a cacophony of mockery that drowns my ragged breaths. The freckled girl films close-up now, her free hand tweaking my nipple hard enough to draw a yelp. “Beg for it, slut,” she demands. “Tell us how much you love being our blowjob toy.” I shake my head, lips pressed tight, but the captain slaps my thigh sharply. “Say it, or we stop—and trust me, you’ll wish you hadn’t.”

“P-please,” I stammer, voice cracking, the words tasting like ash. “Don’t stop… I-I love it.”

Lies, all of it, but the shame of admitting it—even forced—crushes me further. They roar with approval, the blonde stepping up for her round. Her mouth is warmer, but no gentler. She sucks with urgent pulls, her tongue coiling like a vice, gagging wetly as if my tiny size offends her throat. Spit drips down my balls, pooling on the bench, and I moan despite myself, overwhelmed by the slick heat, the relentless suction pulling at my soul.

Each turn blends into the next—their mouths a blur of rough tongues and cruel gags, mocking my size with every slurp and pull. The captain films while the others take over, capturing my choked moans, the way my body arches, chasing release amid the torment.

“Cum for us, tiny,” one whispers harshly, her breath fanning my skin. “Show everyone how quick you blow from a real mouth.”

I’m lost in it, the emotional whirlwind of degradation and forced desire, their laughter a cruel symphony as they push me toward the edge, phones ensuring my humiliation lives forever.

The blonde’s mouth finally releases me with a wet smack, leaving my tiny dick slick and throbbing, so close to spilling over the edge that I can feel the pressure building like a dam about to burst. But they don’t let me cum—not yet. Rough hands shove me harder into the bench, the wood creaking under my weight as the captain and redhead grab my ankles, yanking my legs apart wide.

My thighs burn from the stretch, muscles quivering as they force me splayed open, my ass cheeks parting slightly on the cold surface. The air hits my exposed hole, still slick from the earlier fingering, and a fresh wave of shame crashes over me, my small dick twitching uselessly above my balls.

“Hold him like that,” the captain barks, her voice laced with that dominant edge that makes my stomach twist.

She rummages in her gym bag, pulling out a thick black dildo—easily six inches around, veined and ridged, the kind that looks like it could split someone in half. My eyes widen in terror, heart slamming against my ribs as she waves it in front of my face.

The captain then said, “Look at this, girls. Bet his virgin ass has never seen anything like it. We’re gonna stretch that tight little hole until he cries for mommy.”

Laughter explodes around me again, the freckled girl zooming her phone in close, capturing the fear in my expression, the way my body trembles.

“Smile, micro-dick,” she jeers. “This is your big moment—finally something bigger than your pathetic nub going inside you.”

The others hoot, phones out in a circle, lenses glinting like eyes in the dim locker room light. I try to close my legs, but their grips are iron, the blonde and brunette pinning my knees down, spreading me even wider until my ass lifts slightly off the bench, fully exposed to their gaze. The captain kneels between my legs, her athletic frame looming as she spits on the dildo, rubbing the saliva along its length with rough strokes. The wet sounds make my skin crawl, anticipation twisting into dread in my gut.

“Beg for it, loser,” she demands, pressing the fat tip against my puckered hole. It feels huge, unyielding, pushing just enough to make me clench instinctively. “Tell us how bad you want this fat cock ruining your asshole while we film every second.”

I shake my head, tears already stinging the corners of my eyes, but the redhead slaps my inner thigh hard, the sting blooming into heat.

“Say it, or we’ll make it hurt worse,” she threatens, her fingers digging into my skin.

My voice comes out broken, a whimper that barely forms words. “P-please… Put it in me.”

The humiliation of it burns, admitting this, my tiny dick leaking pre-cum onto my stomach despite the fear—or maybe because of it. They roar with approval, the emotional weight of their dominance crushing me, making me feel smaller than ever.

Without warning, the captain shoves forward. The thick head breaches me in one brutal thrust, stretching my tight ring of muscle to its limit. Pain flares hot and immediate, like fire ripping through my ass as inch after inch forces its way inside. I cry out, a raw, guttural sound that echoes off the tiles, my body arching off the bench.

It’s too much—the ridges dragging against my walls, filling me so completely that I feel split open, vulnerable in a way that goes beyond the physical. My hole clenches around the invading toy, trying to push it out, but she just laughs and drives deeper, twisting it slightly to make me feel every bump.

“Holy shit, listen to him squeal!” the brunette yells, her phone shaking with her laughter as she films the way my ass swallows the dildo, my cheeks spread wide by their hands. “Look at that tiny dick—it’s leaking like a faucet. He loves getting pegged by something bigger than him.”

Cruel words rain down, each one a verbal lash: “Pathetic slut, can’t even take a fake cock without crying.”

“Bet your asshole is looser than your mom’s now.”

“Film that face—pure humiliation, girls. He’s breaking.”

The mockery swirls around me, amplifying the shame, my mind reeling from the exposure, the pain mingling with a twisted spark of arousal that makes my small dick throb harder.

The captain doesn’t stop. She pulls back halfway, the drag sending sparks of agony and unwanted pleasure through my core, then slams it home again, burying the full length until the base grinds against my cheeks. I gasp, tears spilling hot down my temples, blurring the sight of their grinning faces above me. My body betrays me completely now—my hips buck involuntarily, chasing the fullness even as it hurts, my three-inch dick bobbing with each thrust, pre-cum smearing across my abs.

The freckled girl reaches down, pinching the head roughly between her fingers. “Don’t you dare cum yet, worm. We want to see you suffer first.”

They take turns now, the redhead grabbing the dildo and pounding into me with short, vicious strokes, her free hand slapping my balls lightly to make me yelp.

“Feel that? That’s what a real fuck feels like,” she taunts, her voice dripping with contempt.

The blonde films from behind, capturing the way my hole stretches obscenely around the toy, glistening with spit and my own reluctant slickness.

“Spread him wider—yeah, like that. Look at his pink little asshole gaping for us. Bet he’ll never sit right again.”

The verbal barrage keeps coming, each girl adding her own barbs: “Cry louder, bitch—it’s hot.”

“Your tiny prick’s jealous, huh? Wishing it was that big?”

The emotional gut-punch of it all—their relentless dominance, the way they expose every inch of my degradation—has me trembling, sobs catching in my throat as I fight the building pressure in my dick.

Tears burn my eyes, streaming freely now, mixing with the sweat on my face as the captain takes the dildo back, fucking me harder, the bench rocking under us. The pain throbs deep inside, but so does the shameful heat coiling in my gut, threatening to unravel me. I bite my lip, trying to hold back the cum that’s surging, my body a battlefield of humiliation and forced ecstasy. Their laughter rings louder, phones capturing it all—the stretch, the tears, the way I whimper their names in broken pleas.

“More,” one chants. “Break him.”

And as the dildo plunges deep again, I teeter on the brink, wondering how much more I can take before I shatter completely.

 

To Be Continued…

 

 

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