It was around 12 am. Diego finished his midnight snack and went to bed. He put on his blue and white striped pajamas and crawled into bed. He was gearing up for a good nights sleep. He had a small lamp next to him and switched it on. He didn't like to sleep fully in darkness. He felt silly, being a grown man, still afraid of the dark. Still, he felt safer with it on.
He had nothing to worry about though. Monsters didn't exist. What did he have to worry about? He covered himself and drifted off to dream land. Unbeknownst to him, his lamp flickered. Every light in the house did. And then a chill went in the air. It was as if someone was in the room with him.
A shadow like creature drifted up from the floor. It reached out its hand and gripped Diego's head. A bolt of green electricity shot out briefly. It just scanned his mind for something. A list then appeared in its clawed hand.
That's when it looked over said list and flew into his head. Diego started to toss and turn as he felt a strange feeling wash over him. He then heard a female voice say something.
You're now trapped in a dream that's deep
Now suffer as you have a restless sleep
Enjoy yourself in this metaphorical cage
As you're paraded around
LIVE ON STAGE!
Pitch black darkness. That's all he could see. He had no clue how he got there or where this even was. All he knew is it was dark. Just as he was getting his bearings a bright light shone down on him. He couldn't see anything at first but as his eyes adjusted to the light he heard cheers and laughter. All he saw was thousands upon thousands of women, laughing, pointing at him, taking pictures and videos.
He stood there confused and felt a slight chill wash over him...all over him. Why was it so cold and why were all these women laughing at him? At that point he noticed two woman to the left and right of him. The one on the left of him was a woman in a purple crop top and daisy dukes, while the one to his left was clad in a black tank top with red shorts.
They both had lapel mikes on their respective tops and then spoke into them, alternating with each line. "Ladies! Please give a big round of applause for our little friend here."
"Yes, our adorable little tiny friend here."
"You know him..."
"...you love him..."
"...you need a microscope to see him..."
"...give it up for..."
"
THE AMAZING TEENIE WEENIE BOY!
"
A banner behind him dropped down that said the same thing as they both simultaneously announced the star of their show. As the crowd started chanting "Teenie Weenie!" at said boy on stage, Diego looked around, wondering where this boy was. I mean, the only male on stage or even in this theater was himself so...
"Oh no."
As he looked around at the crowd and at the two ladies next to him, who were also giggling, one of them pointed down.
With how cold it was, how many people seem to be staring and laughing at him and both women next to him seemingly relishing his confusion, he very much did not want to look down. He knew already what he was gonna see and did not like where this was going. But who knows, maybe it's a massive coincidence that he feels cold and that everyone is staring at him and that he can't seem to feel fabric anywhere on his body and...
"Oh god...please let me be wrong."
He slowly looked down at himself and sure enough, his worst fears were confirmed. He was indeed NAKED on stage in a very crowded theater filled with thousands and thousands of screaming, laughing, giggling women. Most of them looked young but there were a few old women scattered around. He estimated that they were all between 18 to 50 years old.
He looked back at his audience and covered himself. He tried desperately not to scream, but all this humiliation made him cry out in terror. This of course caused the audience to laugh even harder and start taunting him harder, with those in front row waving their pinkies, blowing him kisses, pinching their fingers together and of course, filming his humiliation.
He was in full panic mode. "
How did I get here? What happened to my clothes!? Who are these two ladies? ...
WHY CAN'T I MOVE!?
"
He tried to run, but for some reason, his feet were stuck to the floor, his legs couldn't move. Despite every cell in his body wanting to escape this naked nightmare, he couldn't.
The one on the right looked at him as if she knew what he was thinking and said, "Aww...were we trying to escape? But you're gonna miss the fun part."
She then pulled out what looked to be a pair of shackles. His eyes went wide. He tried to reason with her, but for some reason, his voice kept giving out, becoming too hoarse to even be heard.
"Please...no...let me...go."
A pinch to his buttcheek by the one on the left shut him up pretty quick. "You're covering up the star of the show."
"Yes, let that little dick breathe. Raise those arms up." He didn't budge. He had a death grip on his weenie, much to the disapproval of the audience who started to boo.
They both grabbed his arms and started to pull up with all their might. To his credit, he put up a bit of struggle. A few tickles to his side however made him lose his grip, exposing himself to the crowd once more and allowing the girls to cuff his hands together. With his hands bound to his chest, he couldn't lower his arms to cover his, rapidly shrinking due to fear, weenie.
With each bit of laughter and camera flash, it like it was getting even smaller! He looked around for any hint of a way out, any sympathetic person, any chance of escape. All he saw was a sea of ladies making fun of him! To rub salt in his metaphorical wounds, the two hostesses talked to the audience once more.
"Isn't it hilarious ladies? Such a tiny little nubbin and yet..." they both grabbed his waist and spun him around with almost no effort.
"...such a huge ass!" His butt was now facing the audience. While he felt a small relief that he was no longer facing that crowd that relief didn't last very long.
Both girls reeled back and smacked one cheek each. With a yelp that was louder than any vocalization he could make thus far, Diego tried to fight back the tears. "How do you have such big buns and yet such tiny meat?"
"It's unbelievable how much of a difference there is between those big red cheeks and that tiny little dickie."
They went back to talking to the audience. "Thank goodness for the jumbotron that's showing off his little acorn for all the people in the back."
They then made him look up and sure enough he saw a screen that looked like it belonged in a football stadium that was showing a live feed of his behind. It then zoomed out to show him looking at the screen causing him to turn around and see what appeared to be a drone, about a few feet from him.
At which point, the girls spun him around and the drone flew in a bit closer. They each grabbed his hips and shook him around making his weewee dance for the camera. The crowd went crazy with most of the ladies almost falling out of their seats from laughter. "Oh and let's not forget that we're livestreaming this to everyone in the world, with 20k viewers and rising!"
"Do you have anything to say to our viewers, Teenie Weenie Boy?"
As the drone focused in on his face, the lens of the camera reflecting his frightened and humiliated visage back at him, all he could think to do was scream out, "
I WANNA GO HOOOOOOME!!!
"
The hosts laughed at his desperate plea. "Awww, but Teenie Weenie Boy, you ARE home!"
"Yeah, this contract you signed pretty much means that you're ours now."
They then shoved a piece of paper in his face and sure enough, it was a legally binding document saying that they own him now. In that exact phrasing too, with his signature, in his handwriting. But not only did he not remember signing anything, the only thing he remembers is just going to bed and waking up here. Nothing in between.
"I...didn't...s-sign...that."
One of them got close to his ear and whispered to him, "Doesn't matter, you're ours now."
"Yeah, we got you from a very special woman and she was adamant that we put on this show for everyone."
"Who...?"
"Save your breath, Teenie Weenie Boy, you'll meet her soon enough."
At this point, he thought to himself, "
Well, I've apparently been enslaved by these two horrid women, every other woman in the world has seen my wee- I mean my penis...Oh who am I kidding? My weenie, and I'm stuck here naked on this stage. What else could they do, if everyone has seen me naked already?
"
"Alright, ladies. You ready for the grand finale?"
The audience started cheering at the mention of this finale. "Are you sure? You don't sound ready."
They cheered even louder. "I'm...not...ready." he tried to say.
One of the hosts grabbed him by the cheeks (the one on his face) and angrily whispered "No one was asking you."
At that moment the lights came on in the theater, revealing a hitherto unnoticed catwalk. "Now walk forward!"
"I...can't...move."
"Do it or we'll make you."
He tried to walk forward but he still couldn't move his legs. He tried his hardest to take even one step forward but he just couldn't. Though, it did cause his hips to move around and shook his weenie, much to the continued amusement of the audience.
"Alright then, guess we gotta pull you there."
Before he could ask what that meant, he felt her grab him by the love handle and yank with just enough force to pull him but not hurt him...too badly. Oh it still hurt, but it did send the message to his legs that it was time to move.
So with one lady pulling him by nature's leash and the other grabbing his cheeks (not the ones on his face) and pushing him, he walked out into the middle of the catwalk. All those women, staring right at him with unbridled glee on their faces, with phones capturing his humiliating walk, caused most of the blood to rush to his face.
I say most of it, because there was one other place that blood was rushing towards. That woman wasn't so much pulling him anymore as she was rubbing him!
"Okay, Teenie Weenie Boy, hold your arms out!"
He did as he was told and the instant they were out the shackles separated and his arms were pulled above his head. The remains of the shackles then magically turned into blue and pink chains, bounding him in place.
He looked up to see what was holding him and the chains seemed to go on for miles, he couldn't even see where they were going, but he couldn't escape all the same. The woman pulling him by the pinky parts let go finally, as did the one holding his cheeks (though not before giving him one more squeeze). The second they did that, his teenie weenie performed its own standing ovation.
