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“Listen to the sound of my voice. You are feeling relaxed. You are feeling calm.”
A screen showing pulsating colors is placed in front of Mickie.
“Focus on the colors. Only hear my voice. You are relaxed. You are comfortable. When you hear the word ‘driblet’, you will fall into a deep sleep for three hours. Do you like that?”
Mickie nods. He stares at the pretty colors and listens to the calming voice.
“Good. You like being touched. It’s natural that people want to touch you. It feels better when they touch your skin. When you hear the word ‘flibbish’, your clothes will feel itchy and you’ll want to take them off. This is fine. This is normal. You’ll stay naked till you are told to get dressed. Do you like that?”
Mickie nods again. It feels normal, natural. Why wouldn’t he like it?
“Good boy.”
“Don’t overwhelm him. We can always add more later.” The new voice sounds distant, dull, unimportant.
“Let’s try a word. Flibbish.”
Mickie feels itchy. His clothes feel itchy. He needs to take them off, so he does. He strips all of his clothes off, including his underwear, shoes, and socks, leaving his perky pink nipples, huge round butt, and tiny little micropenis exposed to the cold air, but at least he’s not itchy.
He hears some gasps and giggling. A small part of him feels ashamed, but he focuses on the colors again and feels calm.
Hands caress his skin. Touching his butt, nipples, and penis. It feels good and his tiny penis tries to stretch out into the air in excitement, but it’s barely noticeable.
“Good boy. When I snap my fingers, you will come back to yourself and feel embarrassed by your tiny pathetic microdick. You’ll try to cover it with your hands, but clothes are the furthest thing from your mind.”
The hands leave his skin and Mickie can hear someone snapping their fingers.
He blinks a few times and tries to remember where he is. He thinks he was volunteering for a psychology class. He looks up at the professor who is sat behind his desk, but he is just watching Mickie, so he looks up at the rest of the class. They are all giggling and pointing their phones at him. He notices his pathetic little penis is exposed and quickly covers it with his hands. He feels his skin heat up in embarrassment and can’t believe he exposed a whole class to his pathetic excuse for a penis.
“Umm…” Mickie has no idea what he should be doing now.
One of the students, a very tall and muscular guy with short black hair, places his hand on Mickie’s bare shoulder and looks down at him. “Thanks for volunteering for us today. I think we all learned a lot. I hope you’ll be willing to volunteer again in the future.”
The guy drags his hand down over Mickie’s chest and rubs his thumb over one of his perky nipples. It feels good, but Mickie tries not to let it distract him. “Oh! Umm, okay. I’m glad I could help. I guess I could help again some time.”
He keeps one hand over his pathetic penis and picks up his backpack with the other. It feels awkward with everyone just staring at him, so he just nods his head and leaves the classroom.
The halls are mostly empty as most classes are done for the day, but the few people who are there seem to jolt and freeze in place when they notice him. He makes sure his tiny penis is still covered, but can’t seem to figure out why they all keep reacting like that. He just makes his way outside and thinks he should go get something to eat before heading back to his dorm room to study.
People keep stopping and staring at him. A few even laugh and pull out their phones, either filming or taking pictures of him. It makes him uncomfortable and he rushes to the closest bathroom to see if maybe he just has something on his face. There’s no one inside when he gets there, so he relaxes his hold over his pathetic penis and focuses on looking at his reflection in the mirror.
He doesn’t see anything out of the ordinary. His short brown hair might be a bit messy, but it was nothing crazy. He smooths it down anyways. There’s nothing on his face, but he splashes a bit of water to clean off any lingering dust. His pink nipples are a little extra perky, which is normal considering the cold air that keeps blowing on them. He wishes someone would warm them up for him. He turns around and examines his butt, but it looks fine and normal in its oversized state. The cheeks jiggle with every movement and they're getting a little pink with the cold air.
He has to quickly cover his tiny penis again when a group of three guys enter the restroom, loudly laughing with each other right up until they spot him standing there.
“Well lookie here. You advertising or something?” One of the guys leers at him as they box him in against the sink. They all tower over him, but nearly everyone always does. He hates how short he is.
“A-Advertising? What do you mean?”, Mickie stutters. He’s not selling anything and only has his school supplies on him, so he doesn’t get it.
“Oh? Is this the ditzy slut angle? I can get behind that.” The guy in the middle reaches out and touches Mickie’s chest while the guy on the right touches his butt.
Mickie squeaks and stutters, but doesn’t pull away from the hands, “What? I-I don’t understand? I-I’m not a s-slut!”
The guy on the left has his phone out and elbows the guy in the middle, earning him a glare. “Dude! This is the slut from that hypnotism video! Look!” He shoves his phone in front of the other two guys and Mickie can hear some voices coming from it, but he can’t understand what is being said.
“Shit! I thought that was a bunch of bullshit! You telling me it’s real?”, right guy asks.
“We could test it with that first word.”, middle guy says.
Left guy doesn’t wait for them and just blurts out, “Driblet!”
Mickie suddenly feels really tired. He sinks to his knees and is out before his head hits the ground.
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Bryon just looks down in shock as the fat-assed twink just collapses to the ground. The other two were just as shocked, but Jayce is the first to crouch down and check on the guy. He confirms the little dude is still breathing, but he might have a bump on his head.
They both look to Dennis, silently asking what he thinks they should do. He nods to himself before coming to a decision, “We should check the rest of him to make sure he wasn’t hurt anywhere else.”
Bryon and Jayce sport matching grins and proceed to lift the little guy up onto the sink.
“Dude, I’ve never seen a dick that small before.”, Jayce chuckles.
“I didn’t think they could be that small.”, Bryon snarks and pokes at the tiny penis. It gives a tiny twitch.
“You sure it’s not just a deformed clit?”, Dennis asks.
Bryon lifts the tiny pair of balls and shows the other two that there wasn’t an extra fuck hole hiding underneath.
“You think his dick length got pushed into his butt?”
They all snicker. It was a huge, almost massive butt for a guy his size, and it was crazy soft. Like a pair of breasts.
Jayce squeezes and kneads the soft ass flesh while Bryon does the same on the other side and also flicks the little doll’s nipples. Small moans and whimpers escape the doll in a mumbled sort of way, but the guy is completely out of it.
Dennis toys with the tiny dick, maybe only a couple of inches at most, and mutters, “You think he’ll stay asleep for the full three hours? Or is there something that could wake him early?”
The other two shrug, “Dunno. Whatchu thinking?”
Dennis stays quiet for a bit. Then he sharply tugs on the microdick. The little body twitches with the movement, but settles back almost instantly. He goes back to casually rubbing the tiny thing before speaking again. “We could test it.”
“You already have something in mind, don’t you.” Jayce rolls his eyes. They all knew Dennis liked to go to weird websites.
“Do either of you have a thin stick? It should be thinner than a pencil, I think.”
“A stick?”
Dennis huffs, “I’d heard you could push a stick down the piss hole and it’s supposed to feel amazing, but I don’t know how true it is.”
“So, you want to test it on a dick that wouldn’t get any use otherwise.”, Bryon concluded while digging into his backpack for anything that might work.
Jayce was also looking in his own backpack before crying out triumphantly, “Ah ha! I knew I still had one!” He held out one of those coffee stirrers that was also a straw. It was a little bent, but it should work.
“Should probably clean it first.” Dennis was thinking about how dirty the guy’s backpack was.
Jayce just rolled his eyes again and went over to one of the other sinks. After a quick wash and an attempt to straighten the straw out, they all watched with baited breath as Dennis started inserting the thing into the tiny slut’s piss hole. The slut let out a bit of a louder whimper and twitched some more, but still seemed to be asleep. So they pushed it further in. The slut squirmed and let out a breathy moan when they got about two inches in, but then wondered how far they could push it before they meet resistance. They didn’t want to permanently hurt the guy since it might come back on them, but they were also insanely curious about what would happen.
Dennis pushed the straw further in and saw a little bit of whitish liquid leak out of the other end of the straw.
“You think that means he likes it?”
“Probably.”
They kept slowly pushing it in as the little guy began squirming more and Jayce and Bryon had to hold him down. He was still asleep, so they continued.
They were so into watching the straw disappear into that tiny piss hole that they didn’t even think twice before Dennis pushed his thumb flat against the little tip. The slut cried out and was suddenly pissing himself. Dennis quickly aimed the dick down into the sink before the spray got on him.
“Shit!”
“Did we hit his bladder or something?”
“Fuck! Should we take it out?”
“Shut up! Shut up!”
They all shut up when the little guy began groaning and opening his eyes. They glanced at each other and immediately decided to try gaslighting the slut.
“Hey!”, Jayce puts his hand on the little guy’s shoulder and gives it a small shake. “Why would you do that?”
The little guy groans and flops his head over to the sound of the voice, “Wha-?”
“Dude. I told you to stop. This is still a public bathroom.”, Bryon gives his other shoulder a shake.
“Huh?” He was still waking up and trying to figure out what they were talking about. He feels his body twitch as something pokes at his penis.
Dennis huffs and flicks the little dick. “Good job dumbass, I think it’s stuck now.”
Mickie jolts and whimpers at the feeling before looking down at the guy between his legs and his little penis that seemed to be steadily dripping in a way he couldn’t seem to stop. “Wha-?”, he tries to ask again.
All three guys look at him like he stupid. “You pushed a straw into your piss hole. What’d you think would happen?”
Why would he do that? That didn’t sound like something he would do, but they all said he did and his head really hurts.
A white shirt got tossed at him. “Put some clothes on and get out of here before someone else shows up.”
Mickie feels like his brain is moving extra slow since it is only now that he realizes he is naked in front of all these guys. He squeaks and pulls the shirt tight against his chest. They all keep looking at him so he pulls the shirt over his head as quickly as he could. It was huge on him.
He squeaks again as they lift him out of the sink he was sitting in for some reason, and they set him down on the floor. He notices his shoes are missing. He pulls the shirt down over his penis and feels a small wet patch begin to form from his still dripping penis. They said he put a straw in there? He could almost feel it shifting around inside.
Someone pushes his backpack into his arms and shoved him to the door. “Go on. Get back to your dorm room.”
He stumbles and glances back at the guys and gives them a small nod, “Umm, thank you.” It had sounded like they were trying to help him, so it was only polite to thank them.
He heard a sound that sounded like laughter after he closed the door behind him, but that could have been anything. He tries jogging so that he could get back to his dorm faster, but then immediately has to stop when he feels the breeze over his butt and penis. Also, the straw in his penis shifts too much with the movement and causes a bigger flow of pee to come out of him. The liquid dribbles down his legs and he can only whimper and hope that no one notices.
He glanced around but doesn’t notice anyone paying attention to him. It looks like he was in the bathrooms at the edge of the University Park, so he just has to cut across the park and take a couple of shortcuts through the buildings to get to his dorm. He can do that. No problem.
A breeze flips up the back of the oversized shirt and exposes his whole butt. He drops his backpack in his rush to pull the shirt back down while the wide neck slips off of one shoulder and exposes his left nipple. He lets out an, “Eck!”, and drops to his knees. They scrape a little on the sidewalk, but he was more worried about trying to keep himself covered. Despite how big the shirt was, it couldn’t seem to cover his entire butt and his penis without pulling down too far and exposing his chest. He whimpered as he sat there and tried to think about how he was going to get all the way to his dorm without flashing the whole school.
He looked over at his backpack and realized that he could extend the straps so that the bag rested over his butt. He didn’t like doing that since it felt like his bag was spanking him while he walked (his butt bounced too much), but he didn’t really have anything else.
With reluctant hands, he extended the straps and made sure that the bag sat low enough that he could spare more of the shirt for his front. Once he was sure everything was as good as he could get it, he carefully stood back up and then almost immediately dropped back down to hide the puddle he ended up making from sitting still for so long. Why did he push a straw into his pee hole?! What was he thinking?!
With more determination then he thought he ever had before, he forced his legs to move and keep moving even as he noticed a few people looking at him. He just had to get to his dorm, but he couldn’t run or the straw will move too much. Even just walking normally made his penis twitch and his bouncing backpack kept sending an extra jolt into his penis. He felt himself squirt some extra sticky fluid onto his legs every few steps, but forced himself to keep going. His face was flush and he was panting a little, but he was almost all the way across the park when he heard someone shout something at him.
“Flibbish!”
It sounded like a made up word, but he couldn’t focus on that when his shirt was just so itchy. Why was he even bothering with it anyways? His hand was big enough to cover his pathetic penis on its own. He stopped at a nearby bench and set his backpack down on it before he stripped off his shirt and shoved it into his bag. Before he could get his backpack back on, someone ran up to him and slapped his butt hard. He shrieks as he falls over his backpack and is then pushed down further over the back of the bench so that his butt is high in the air. It was awkward and uncomfortable, but they wouldn’t let him get up.
He whines at them, “Hey! Not so hard!” Just because they wanted to touch him didn’t mean they had to be so rough.
The person holding him down begins squeezing and kneading his butt and whispers a quiet, “Holy shit.” Then he calls out to someone else, “Hey! You gotta feel this!”
Someone else spoke in a feminine sounding voice as they got closer. “This is weird. Everyone is staring.”
The first person just laughs, “You saw the video. He’s fine. He likes it.”
Mickie doesn’t know what video they were talking about, but they just kept touching and squeezing his butt while they talked and he couldn’t help but let out a small moan at the feeling.
“See?”, the first person said smugly.
Then Mickie felt thin fingers push into his fluffy cheeks and he suddenly remembered all the times he had tried to talk to girls back in middle and high school, and it had never ended with his dignity intact. The ones that even bothered to talk to him would always call him a ‘cute, dumb, Boytoy’. He may not have known what a ‘Boytoy’ was, but he didn’t like the sound of it. He tried working out a few times after that, but the people at the gyms were always worse. So he just stopped trying to talk to girls in general.
This girl started grabbing huge handfuls of his butt and he could feel her nails digging into his skin. He whimpered and wished it didn’t feel so good as the two people kept playing with his butt. He felt a steady stream of liquid flow down his legs and onto his backpack. He couldn’t move, but he kept trying to squeeze his legs together and pull away from the onslaught of attention they kept giving his butt. Those nails dug harder into his skin and he cried out as his whole body spasmed and a huge glob of sticky stuff shot out of his penis followed by even more pee.
“Holy shit! Did he just cum?!”
“He just came from having his butt played with!”
The two laughed and then he noticed the flashes of pictures being taken and he didn’t want to be here anymore.
They had released him after his own release and he took the opportunity to grab his bag and run. He stumbled a bit as the straw began violently moving around inside his penis as it bounced on his crotch, but he just really wanted to get back to his dorm right away. It hurts and his penis keeps squirting everywhere. He legs feel soaked by the time he is running between two buildings and then he feels pain again as he falls back onto his butt after crashing into someone right at the end of the alley.
“Oww!”
“What the hell?!”
It looks like a security guard. The man’s white collared shirt with a sewn in patch in the shape of a badge made that very obvious. But then the man scowled as he looked down at his pant leg and noticed a wet spot where Mickie’s leaky penis had hit.
“Fucking sluts.”, he muttered before looking at Mickie again. “Put some clothes on!”
Mickie looked down at himself through his tears and squeaked as he quickly curled in on himself to try and hide his nudity. Why does he keep ending up naked?! What is going on?!
The security guard started grumbling some more. “Gonna have to change my pants before someone notices the slut juice staining them. Kid’s fucking lucky it’s just a small driblet.”
It was like a switch got flipped and suddenly Mickie couldn’t keep his eyes open. He gave out one last whimper before he passed out onto the ground.
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“Are you fucking kidding me?”
Security Guard Mark glared down at the little naked slut that decided to pass out on him.
“Fucking making more work for me. Gonna take some payment for the trouble. Should have thought of that before fucking passing out.”, he grumbled.
He squats down and looks over the slutty boy. He could easily pass as a flat chested girl if Mark didn’t see that tiny little prick between his cum soaked legs.
“Let’s see how much action you’ve been up to, slut.”
Mark pulls on some gloves and then carries the slut deeper into the darker part of the alley. He keeps them at arms length so that he doesn’t get anymore of their slut juices on his uniform. Once he finds a good enough spot, he lays the slut face down and lifts the fat ass in the air. Mark was getting to the age where his knees popped more often than not, and he wishes he could find a table or something taller that he could lay the slut down on, but he was on a bit of a time limit and had to make due. His boss would have his ass if he missed another check-in.
He chuckled at the thought as he stared down at the huge ass in front of him.
The slut mumbles a bit, but doesn’t move.
Mark spreads those bouncy cheeks and sees the tight little pucker sitting innocently in the middle.
“What’s this? Have you been cumming without anything in your butt? Damn. That must be unsatisfying. Don’t worry, you have enough lube for me to help you with that.” Mark chuckles to himself. He’s always wanted to break in a virgin hole.
He scoops up some of the mess from the slut’s legs and rubs it all over the tight hole. He scoops up a bit more slut juice and rubs it over his gloved hands. Feeling ready, he pushes a finger at the pucker and pushes till the hole can’t deny him anymore.
The slut mumbles out some sort of moan or whimper and twitches, but stays asleep.
Mark then pumps his finger in and out a few times before trying to push in a second finger.
The slut whimpers some more and looks like him might wake up. Mark pulls his fingers away and watches for a bit. The slut slowly calms down and falls back to a quiet slumber.
Mark huffs at having to stop least the slut wakes up. “Fine. If you don’t want to be prepped, then we can skip it.” He pulls out his baton and rubs it through the liquid from the still leaking piss pinky. Feeling the baton is slick enough, he begins pushing the tip against the still tight pucker.
The slut begins whimpering again, but Mark just puts more effort into getting that fucking hole to open up. The slut slides a little on the ground as Mark makes a huge push before the tiny hole finally gives way and at least half the baton slides in.
The slut cries out and seems to be struggling to wake up, but then slumps back down when there is no more movement. The asshole twitches with the baton still sticking out of it, causing the baton to wiggle in the air.
Mark licks his lips and warps his hand around the baton again. He pulls it out a few inches and watches as the asshole seems to cling to the stick. He grabs a handful of that ass with his other hand and slowly pushes the baton back in, trying to push it deeper than the first time. He feels the slut begin to wiggle again, so he pulls it back out till just the tip was left in and the wiggles calm down. He pushes back in a little faster and a little deeper till the slut reacts, then pulls out again. He keeps this up till he can’t push the baton any deeper.
The slut is panting now, but their eyes are still closed, even though they are frowning.
Mark resets his grip on the baton and pulls it most of the way out before slamming it back in. The slut cries out again, but this time he doesn’t stop. He fucks that once virgin hole hard. In and out at a fast pace and as deep as he can push it till the slut has a full body shudder and makes even more of a mess between their legs. He leaves the baton deep inside that slutty hole as they tumble over onto their side, panting and crying.
They open their eyes and try to push themself up, but fall back over with a gasp when they push the baton against the ground and in deeper into his butt. “Wha-?!”
Mark huffs, “Stupid bitch. You impaled yourself on my baton and I was trying to get it out.”
Mickie whimpers at the feeling of of something huge and hard sitting in his butt. “Huh?!” He reaches around his butt and feels the handle of a huge stick coming out of his butthole. He pushes it to side and yanks his hand back with a gasp when he feels movement deep in his belly. Just how long was that stick?!
“You done playing with yourself, or can I have my baton back?”, the security guard gruffs.
Mickie looks up at the man and feels his whole body heat up at being seen in such an embarrassing position. He said it was his baton? How did it get in his butt?! He seems kind of upset at having to wait for Mickie to fully wake up and understand what was happening right now. Mickie should really stop getting in the man’s way of doing his job.
Mickie lowers his head into a nod. “Y-Yes. Can you take it out , please?”, he whimpers. How does this keep happening to him today?!
The man huffs and maneuvers Mickie onto his hands and knees. Mickie allows it since he didn’t think he would be able to take the baton out himself, but this was still mortifying for him. The man grabs his butt with one hand and seems to get a grip on the baton with the other, but ends up wiggling it around a lot and causing the other end deep inside of him to stir up his insides and show a bump in his belly. Mickie cries out in pain and slumps forward as his arms lose all their strength. This only makes the baton move even more and his penis to shoot out more sticky fluid in between the constant dribble of pee that still leaks through the straw.
Why does his penis keep doing that?! It’s only ever done that once in his life when he tried touching himself while he still lived with his parents. They always told him that doing that would send him to hell, but some guys at school had been talking and he got curious. He had locked himself in the bathroom and was almost caught when they came to check on him. It didn’t even feel as good as they all said, so he never did it again. Mickie cries fat tears and wishes he was anywhere else right now. He’d even take that day with his parents over everything that seems to keep happening today.
He whimpers through the baton wiggling some more inside his guts before it finally starts to pull out. It hurts so much and seems to take forever before it finally slips out. He gasps when he feels air in his butthole and it is slow to close back up. His legs feel weak and he’s not even sure if he could stand up right now.
He looks behind him and sees the security guard wiping off the baton with a white cloth that looks strangely familiar. After a moment, he tosses the cloth at Mickie with a gruff, “Put that on. Can’t have you walking around nude.”
Oh. It was the oversized shirt. It smells weird and the wet stains are smeared all over it, but he has nothing else and still has a bit of a ways to go before he can make it to his dorm.
“Hurry up!”, the guard snaps.
Mickie bites his lip and pulls the shirt over his head. It feels sticky and gross. He just barely pulls his backpack on too before the guard grabs his arm and yanks him to his feet. Mickie yelps and stumbles in the man’s iron grip. He doesn’t get to question anything when the man just marches Mickie out of the alley and down the path that leads to the freshman dorms. Mickie squeaks and stumbles after the man as he tries to at least hold the shirt over his penis with his free hand. His bag continues to bounce on his sore butt and the straw in his penis is almost an after thought at this point.
They don’t stop anywhere else and the man doesn’t let go of Mickie till they make it in front of his dorm hall. Mickie stumbles again when he is forced to rely on his own legs again.
“Get inside and think twice before you try streaking again.” With his job done, the man turns around and walks away.
Mickie wants to correct him about what happened, but he didn’t know what he would have even said, so he just sighs and walks up the steps of the building and into the main hall. Inside was full of other students engaged in some sort of group activity. Many of them look at him as he walks in and the ones that see him, point him out to their neighbors till everyone was looking at him.
He shifts on his feet and tugs the shirt a little lower. “Uh, hi?”