The Fellowship
A Fictional Story by WashingtonFan.
Mia stood at the front. At twenty-six, she was the leader of the ladies’ fellowship, a role she took seriously with the confidence of a woman whose perfect body had already secured the kind of marriage these younger girls could only dream of. Her husband David was six-foot-four, broad-shouldered, with hands that could palm a basketball. Mia was a gorgeous, slim brunette with full curves that her cream sweater dress did nothing to hide. She was warm and charismatic; the kind of woman who could make you feel like her best friend while quietly judging every flaw you had. She smiled as Adam shuffled in.
“Everyone, let’s welcome Adam,” Mia said.
The girls turned. Adam froze in the doorway, his five-foot-five frame seeming to shrink under twenty sets of eyes. He was twenty years old, and about as smart as his body was unimpressive, which is to say, extremely. His faded jeans and plain white t-shirt hung loose on his skinny frame, his narrow shoulders barely creating any definition at all. His face flushed pink as he gave a small wave.
“Thank you so much for coming,” Mia said, gesturing to him to the front. “And Cindy, thank you for convincing him to be here.”
Cindy sat in the third row. She was the same age as Adam, but her body made it obvious to anyone that she was his superior in virtually every way. She was a beautiful Chinese girl with perfect skin and gorgeous straight black hair that fell past her shoulders. She had a flat chest that only protruded out from her black crop top with the help of a bra, but a tight, perfectly shaped ass that most men would be literally unable to look away from. She was generally sweet and kind, but had an air of entitlement only found in a woman who knows exactly how pretty she is.
“He’d do anything for me,” she said.
A few girls giggled. Adam walked to the front, feeling every woman in the room cataloging his inadequacy. His small frame. His narrow shoulders. His thin arms, despite all the time he had put into the gym. In the past this might have given him some distress, but he had come to accept his place in the world. In this moment, all he felt was gratitude that such beautiful goddesses were willing to even look at him.
Mia placed a hand on his shoulder. He flinched.
“Ladies, tonight we’re going to be honest,” Mia said. “The world tells Christian women to ignore physical attraction, to only look at a man’s heart. To only consider their spiritual beauty. But God created us with desires. So I want to start with an exercise. Close your eyes, and picture the man you will someday marry.”
After about a minute, Mia told the group to open their eyes. When she had gotten their attention, she said, “Now, when you picture the man you’re going to marry, the man who will lead your household, do any of you picture someone who looks anything like Adam?”
The silence was immediate. Adam stared ahead blankly, already knowing exactly what they would say. One, two, three, four seconds. Not a single hand rose.
“That’s what I thought,” Mia said, her voice gentle but firm. She removed her hand from Adam’s shoulder and stepped toward the group, her hips swaying in her tight dress. “Be honest. What specifically about Adam is different from what you hope your future husband will look like?”
Still, the room remained quiet. The girls shifted in their seats, some exchanging glances, others studying their fingernails. Adam kept his eyes forward, his expression placid. He had learned that his suffering served a purpose. His humiliation in this moment would turn out to be an invaluable gift to these gorgeous girls. Girls whose bodies deserved more than they could ever ask for.
“Nobody?” Mia pressed. “Girls, we’re all sisters here. We can speak freely.”
Cindy raised her hand.
Mia nodded. “Cindy?”
Cindy stood up. Instinctively, Adam’s eyes trained onto her perfect ass, a reaction that did not go unnoticed by the girls in the room.
“Well,” Cindy said, her voice clear and confident, “for one, his height is nowhere near what I would want in a husband. I’m five-foot-three, and I want a man who makes me feel small. Protected. Dating a boy that’s only two inches taller than me would feel like being a big sister instead of a wife.”
When she sat back down, the other girls, emboldened by her honesty and more than a little offended at Adam’s shameless gawking, murmured in agreement.
“Amen to that,” Mia said, her eyes lighting up. She turned to the group, her hands gesturing. “Ladies, one of the best feelings in the world is being effortlessly dominated by your big, strong husband. When David wraps his arms around me from behind, and I can feel how much taller he is, how much broader, how his body completely envelops mine…” She paused, a flush creeping up her neck. “Even the thought of this now makes my pussy feel so good. That’s God’s design. That’s how He intended marriage to be.”
A few of the girls gasped at Mia’s candor, but then hands began to rise. The first belonged to Alex. She stood up, her dirty blonde hair catching the light. She wore a fitted blouse that strained slightly against large tits that sat high and perky on her chest. She had a math nerd’s precision and the bratty attitude of a woman who knows exactly what she deserves.
“His shoulders,” Alex said, her cute little nose wrinkling. “They’re so narrow. Like, when I imagine my husband holding me, I picture these broad, protective shoulders. Adam looks like he could barely carry a backpack without struggling.”
“I do work out,” Adam said quietly, immediately hating how defensive he sounded. Truthfully, he had no reason to defend himself. He knew that he could never be husband material, and certainly not for a woman like Alex.
“Exactly,” Olivia chimed in, standing up without being called on. She was a tall wasian, her face always perfectly made up. Her tits were only slightly above-average, but they sat perfectly in a pretty designer top. She came from wealth and carried herself like it. “He clearly tries to work out. You can see it in his arms. But they’re still so skinny.” She paused, looking him up and down with clinical detachment. “The fact that he looks so weak despite trying so hard actually makes it worse. Like, he’s so fugly, yet he probably tries even harder than me.”
More hands shot up, as it became clear the floodgates had opened.
“His voice,” said Jessica, a petite blond who didn’t bother standing. “When he was tutoring me for calculus, I couldn’t stop thinking about how totally unmasculine it is. I could never submit to a man like him like the Bible commands. How do you submit to someone who sounds like a tween?”
“And his hands,” added Kasia, a hot brunette with adorable handful-sized tits with just enough weight to bounce when she moves. She stood up, her eyes appraising Adam with something between amusement and pity. She was a size queen, and already she could tell he had nothing to offer. “Look at them. They’re tiny. I want a husband whose hands make me feel delicate. His hands are smaller than mine.”
The comments kept coming. Denise, a muscular Chinese girl with intimidating abs and a breathtaking ass, stood up and said simply, “He looks like he’d cry if I looked at him wrong. That’s not a husband. That’s a child I have to take care of.”
Athena, a short but slightly chubby Latina with big tits and an ass that seemed to defy gravity, spoke softly from her seat. “He looks like he’d need me to protect him.”
By the time the last girl finished speaking, Adam had been completely dismantled. They had mentioned every flaw he knew he had, and even some he didn’t. Despite himself, it still hurt a bit, but he was grateful that they were being so honest, and that his humiliation was helping these goddesses understand exactly what they deserved.
The room settled into a heavy silence. Mia let it linger, her eyes sweeping across her fellowship with satisfaction.
“Christian women are often pressured to ignore everything physical about a man,” Mia said, her voice dropping to a sermon-like register. “We’re told to only look for inner beauty, for faith, for kindness. But this is misguided. Pleasure is also a sacred thing.”
She walked slowly along the front of the room, her hips swaying, her cream dress gripping her curves.
“Within the sanctity of marriage, the absolute most important thing is making your pussy feel good. The ladies in this room have been blessed with beautiful bodies. God wants us to use these bodies to make ourselves happy.”
She stopped in front of Adam, turning to face him.
“That doesn’t mean we should be completely vain. Inner beauty matters too. But thankfully, God gave women a way to tell whether a man is cut out for marriage.”
She paused.
“He gave us the size of their penis.”
Adam’s breath caught as he felt his heart hammering against his ribs. He had tried to prepare himself for this moment mentally, but the reality of what he was about to do was something his imagination could not mimic.
“Adam,” Mia said gently, “please remove your clothes.”
The room went absolutely silent as Adam’s hands slowly moved to begin to reach for his shirt.
“Wait,” Jessica said. “Isn’t this immodest? Having him strip naked in front of us?”
Mia turned to her with a patient smile. “Normally, yes. God commands male modesty to protect us women, because we are so easily led to think with our clits instead of our heads. A powerful man, a real man, can manipulate and control us with his body. Our pussies are designed to respond and submit to masculine power.”
She gestured toward Adam. “But Adam is not a real man,” Mia continued. “Look at him. There is absolutely nothing sexual about his nudity. You will not be tempted. Your clit will not respond. God made him so physically inadequate that his nudity is not a risk to your purity whatsoever. If anything, seeing this little guy without clothes is a good way of ridding your mind of any even remotely sexual thoughts.
“While he’s undressing,” Mia said to the group, “You need to understand this. Adam is smart. He’s kind. He’s faithful. But his body is clearly not fit for marriage. Thankfully, God made this obvious. We just need to look at the evidence He provided.”
Adam’s hands shook as he pulled his t-shirt over his head, revealing his pale, skinny torso.
“Keep going,” Mia said softly.
He unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down, stepping out until he stood in only his tight black cotton underwear. He was already fully erect, his body responding to the fact that this room was full of stunning women.
“All of it,” Mia said.
Adam hooked his thumbs in his waistband and pulled.
His penis sprang free, standing at its full two inches. It was a tiny uncircumcised nub barely thicker than his thumb.
The gasps were immediate. Several girls laughed out loud before catching themselves. Others simply stared with expressions of shock and amusement. A few looked away, unable to bear the second-hand embarrassment.
“Oh my God,” someone whispered.
“That’s… that’s hard?” another girl asked, her voice incredulous.
“Yes,” Mia confirmed, stepping closer. She didn’t touch him, but gestured toward his groin. “As you can see, God has made His judgment very clear. This boy was never meant to be a husband.”
Adam stood naked before twenty women, his tiny erection throbbing visibly, utterly exposed in its complete inadequacy.
“Adam,” Mia said, her voice carrying a note of sympathy that somehow made it worse. “Would you please explain to the group how God led you to this realization? How have you come to accept that your…’ little thing’… will never feel the touch of a woman?”
Adam, having collected himself only slightly, began with, “When I met Cindy, I thought she was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. I was an unbeliever then so that I couldn’t control my urges.”
He glanced at Cindy. She was leaning backward with her legs slightly parted, revealing the faint outline of the front of her panties, which covered the pussy that Adam would give everything for.
“I would pull up her Instagram page every single night,” he continued. “I would touch my little nub to her photos. I would look at pictures of her at the gym, anywhere I could see her body, and I would make myself cum thinking about her. Truthfully, I sometimes even took pictures of that flawless ass when she wasn’t looking.”
The girls were rapt now, leaning forward in their seats.
“After I converted,” Adam said, “I realized how sinful that was. I confessed everything to Cindy. I told her how I’d jerk off to the thought of her naked, bent over a bed. I told her how I would imagine forcing my cock into her pussy, pumping while she moaned my name.”
He paused, his tiny penis twitching with the memory. “In that moment, I realized that my fantasy was not only sinful but also impossible. My body could never command that response from a woman. Especially not from someone as thoroughly blessed as Cindy. To be honest, from behind I don’t even think this little mushroom could reach her lips.”
Despite their horror and disgust at what Adam had done, a few girls couldn’t help but giggle at this understatement.
“Cindy,” Mia said gently, “would you tell the group what happened when Adam confessed to you? How did you come to understand the depth of his sin?”
Cindy uncrossed her legs and stood up, moving to the front beside Adam. She turned to face the group, her expression shifting from sweet to righteous.
She nodded and began with, “When Adam came to me with his confession, I was horrified not just at what he’d done, but at the sheer arrogance of it. This boy had been taking something that didn’t belong to him. Night after night, he was stealing pleasure that was rightfully mine to give. Pleasure only for my future husband.”
She paused, her jaw tightening at the memory.
“I told him I needed to see it,” Cindy continued. “If he was going to confess to using my body for his sick little fantasies, I needed to see exactly what he was working with. I knew by his height he was pathetic, and I expected nothing less from the little button between his legs, but I needed to understand the full extent of his sin.”
She turned to look at Adam’s naked body, her eyes dropping to his swollen little acorn with an expression of renewed distaste.
“He stripped down in my dorm room, trembling. And when I saw it… when I saw that miniature little nub barely bigger than my pinky finger… I was incensed. I felt this overwhelming disgust rise in me. Here was this boy, this absolute manlet, tugging his tiny little shrimp to the thought of my body. My face. My hair. My ass. My… pussy. I mean, he imagined himself inside me.”
After this uncharacteristically harsh outburst, she turned back to the group with a bewildered look on her face, obviously reliving the moment.
Her voice only calming slightly, she continued. “He stole my pleasure. Every time he touched that little… ‘thing’… he was taking something. Every orgasm he gave himself was an orgasm he robbed from my future husband and me. That pleasure of feeling a real man’s dick inside me, being dominated by someone worthy, that’s all mine. That’s my birthright as a woman blessed with this body. And this little nubbed freak was stealing it. Using my image, and the company I blessed him with to give himself cheap little squirts.”
She gestured at Adam’s throbbing erection with revulsion. Even though he hadn’t even been touched, this unequivocal scorn had brought him close to the edge.
“Looking at this pathetic little mushroom, I realized the depth of his crime. This could never satisfy a woman. This could never make me feel anything. Yet he dared to fantasize about me? To cum thinking about my body? It made me sick.”
Mia, noticing that his penis was leaking with precum, slightly handed Adam an ice pack she had prepared for this eventuality. Adam took it with a look of gratitude, resting the pack on his balls. Despite the excruciating cold, his hardness did not subside, although it was enough to prevent an impending orgasm.
Softened slightly by this pathetic but endearing display with the ice pack, Cindy composed herself, then continued.
“I wanted him expelled,” she said, her voice wavering with the memory of that rage. “I wanted him gone from this university, from this church, from my life. I never wanted to see his pathetic face again, let alone this… this tiny mushroom that had committed such a terrible offense against me.”
She turned to look at Adam, who stood trembling, the ice pack pressed against his balls, the pinky between his legs still straining despite the cold.
“But then I took a deep breath,” Cindy said, her tone shifting. “I closed my eyes, and I prayed. And by the power of the Holy Spirit, I found something I didn’t think I had in me. Grace.”
The room was silent. Several of the girls leaned forward, their expressions nothing short of awe and admiration for her strength.
“I realized that expelling him, casting him out, would be the easy thing,” Cindy continued. “But it wouldn’t be the Christian thing. Adam was a new believer. He had come to Christ. And God had given me an opportunity. Not to punish him, but to teach him. To help him understand his place in the world, and to give his sinful life some purpose.”
She stepped closer to Adam, looking down at his shrimp no longer with vitriol, but with pity.
“So instead of destroying him, I forgave him,” she said. “To be honest, I gave him more than he could ever ask for. I told him he could stay in my life. Of course, if he wanted any chance of finding God’s grace he so thoroughly does not deserve, he would need to commit to permanent chastity. No more orgasms. Ever. As he admitted to being rather… premature… we agreed he would need to apply a very strong lidocaine cream every time he saw me. While the pain and frustration of permanent denial is the least he deserves, it is worse than anything flawless, blessed women like us could imagine, so I took pity and gave him an even greater kindness. I allowed him to serve me. Financially, academically, however I needed him to.”
She turned back to the group, her confidence restored.
I gave him the gift of unquestioned service to the woman he wronged. It’ll never begin to be enough to make up for what he stole, but it allows him to turn away from his sins, as Jesus commands fully.”
Adam lowered his head, the ice pack still pressed against his balls, his micropenis throbbing visibly. He began to speak.
“No matter how much I say this, it will never be enough,” he said. “Thank you, Cindy; your grace is truly beyond what I could have ever imagined.”
He looked at her, his expression one of total reverence.
“Through serving you, I am serving God,” he continued. “Because God in His wisdom gave you a body so faultless, so perfect, that all the pleasure the world has to offer is less than you deserve. There is no purpose greater than getting you infinitesimally closer to what you are owed. Every hour I work, every dollar I earn, every errand I run–it is the purest form of worship. It is the only way I can thank God for letting a boy like me receive even an occasional glance from a woman like you.
The room was completely silent. The girls sat frozen, their mouths slightly open, staring at Adam with expressions of pure astonishment. Even Mia seemed momentarily stunned by the depth of his devotion.
Ruby leaned over to Lydia, whispering, “He’s completely serious.”
Lydia nodded slowly, her eyes never leaving Adam’s face. “He’s completely hers.”
Athena had tears in her eyes, overwhelmed by the display of spiritual submission. Denise crossed her arms, studying Adam with new interest, as if seeing him for the first time. Even Kasia, the size queen who had dismissed him instantly, looked at him with something approaching respect. At the very least, she respected his complete acceptance of his place as totally below them.
Cindy stood tall, her lips curved in an endlessly kind but undeniably bratty smile. She was clearly proud of herself for how well she had shown Adam his place.
Mia looked around the room, her expression characteristically warm. “Does anyone have questions for Adam? This is a safe space. Ask him anything.”
The room remained hushed for a moment, twenty beautiful women processing what they had just witnessed. Then Ruby stood up, her large tits straining against her top.
“So you ‘serve her,'” Ruby said, making air quotes. “What does that actually mean? Like, what do you do for her?”
Adam shifted the ice pack slightly, wincing at the cold against his balls. “I work to earn money for her. I make sure she gets perfect grades. That is, I tutor her, I edit her papers, I do her assignments when she’s busy. I run errands. Pick up her dry cleaning, bring her coffee, whatever she needs. When she isn’t busy in the evening, I’ll go to her dorm and cook dinner for her and her roommates. Which reminds me, oftentimes after dinner they’ll make me get in the shower afterward, always set to its coldest setting. While I am in there, I have to describe in detail all of their features that make me the horniest, and I cannot get out till my erection subsides.”
Mia laughed, a warm melodic sound that filled the room. “It must take forever in there, considering what we’ve seen here today.”
Adam nodded, a small smile crossing his lips despite his situation. “It does. Given their unbelievable beauty, my nub can only soften on the verge of frostbite. But as painful as it is, their amusement makes it more than worth it.”
Lydia got up from her seat, her curly brown hair bouncing as she stood. As one of Cindy’s roommates, she had witnessed this ritual firsthand.
“Once it finally subsides,” Lydia added, her voice carrying a playful cruelty, “you should see how small it gets. In that cold, it literally disappears. Like a little turtle retreating into its shell. At that moment it’s difficult to believe he even has a dick at all.”
The girls giggled. Adam felt his face get red, his underdeveloped erection throbbing even harder at the memory of this humiliation.
Ruby raised her hand again, her curiosity evident. “Okay, but the money. You said you work to earn money for her. What does she do with it? How much are we talking about?”
Adam shifted the ice pack once again, the cold biting into his balls. “I make twenty dollars an hour as a tutor in the academic commons. I work 25 hours per week. Every two weeks, I take Cindy to the mall, and she spends my entire paycheck, which is, of course, one thousand dollars. She buys whatever she wants. Clothes, shoes, makeup, coffee, meals, anything really.”
“One thousand dollars?” Ruby repeated in astonishment. After financial aid, this was a not insignificant part of her tuition.
“I carry her bags as well,” Adam continued. “I tell her how beautiful everything looks on her. And when we get back to her dorm, I put everything away for her while she relaxes with Lydia and the others. Now, given my entire paycheck is earmarked for her completely deserved shopping sprees, I need to dip into my depleting savings to afford all her groceries and other more practical items, plus the very little I need to spend on myself.”
Olivia looked impressed, remarking, “Wow, my uggo brother could learn a thing or two from your spending habits. Like seriously, that short king is almost as fugly as you, Adam, with a barely average dick, and yet he thinks he deserves to go on vacations and eat out all the time.”
Adam smiles, realizing his message is definitely getting through to these divine women. He responds with, “I can only pray that someday he realizes that his sister’s flawless pussy deserves his money far more than his penis ever could.”
Another hand shot up. Cynthia, a short and skinny Indonesian girl with a slightly dorky, but otherwise lovely face. “What about the numbing cream? How does that work?”
“I apply it before I see her. And to be honest, whenever I even think about her,” Adam explained. It takes about fifteen minutes to numb everything fully. Then I can wear clothing without the friction instantly bringing me to the edge.”
“Does it hurt?” Athena asked softly.
“No, not really,” Adam said. “It’s more like absence. Like literally nothing at all. Even if I did touch myself, it wouldn’t do anything. To be honest, it’s the only way I can stay chaste. I am a man after all, and in particular, short guys like me can never fully control ourselves no matter how hard we try.”
“I mean, you aren’t really a man. Not with that twig between your legs,” Kasia corrected, before asking, “So have you ever slipped up? Like, have you ever cum accidentally?”
Adam shook his head. “Not yet. But I’ve been close. To be honest, I almost failed my commitment to God right here in front of you, but thankfully Mia had the ice pack ready. The mere presence of so many angelic women is more stimulating than my hand could ever be. Hearing your testimony about how I could never be enough for you goddesses was probably enough to make me come in 30 seconds without the ice, even though I am totally numbed up.”
Alex raised her hand. “So what do you think about? When you’re alone, I mean. When you’re… struggling.”
Adam looked down at his leaking peanut, then back up. “I think about her. About Cindy. About her perfect body. Her ass. Her perfect pussy that no matter how much I give I will never be able to see. I think about how I can serve her better, how I can earn more, what she might want next. The thoughts are still constant, just like when I was an unbeliever. But they’re different now. They have shifted from taking to giving. From wanting to worship. From endless jealousy to sheer gratitude.”
The questions continued for another twenty minutes. The girls asked about everything. How he planned to maintain this for the rest of his life, whether he ever resented her, what would happen if he failed, how he would handle seeing her date a far superior man. Adam answered each one with painful honesty. Through it all, his two-inch nub throbbed pathetically while his complete submission was on full display.
Finally, Mia stepped forward and called the session to a close. They prayed, as they did at the end of every fellowship meeting, then she thanked Adam for his vulnerability as she dismissed the girls. They filed out in a state of shock, whispering and casting backward glances at the naked manlet who had just confessed his deepest sins, and had revealed his permanent commitment to denial.
Only Cindy remained. She walked up to Adam, stopping inches from him, and chuckled while she looked down at his little pebble with a familiar mix of pity and almost sisterly endearment.
“Aww, Adam, thank you so much,” she said softly. “You did so well.”
She reached out and took the ice pack from his hands, tossing it into a nearby trash can. Then, without another word, she turned and walked toward the door.
“Don’t forget your cream,” she called out as she walked away. “We have studying to do later. And Adam?”
“Yes?”
“I think the other girls have a lot to think about.”
She walked out, and Adam was left alone in the empty fellowship hall. He was naked, hard, and utterly satisfied. While he knew he had made an impact, he was unaware that three days later, the ladies’ fellowship would meet again, and the lives of so many of his fellow congregants would change.
The End.
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