A Small Carrot

It was always the same. Unbutton the pants, remove the boxers, and hear giggling. Then, the awkward boner. It took a few years into college to piece together why the sneers and giggles turned him on. By that point, he felt far too awkward interacting with the opposite sex. All this to say-- Amanda asking him out took Leon by surprise.

The date went well, surprisingly enough. Amanda came dressed to impress with a tight top, and Leon managed to mentally push aside internal insecurities. Seriously. Not once did he think about the pathetic manhood lurking beneath his boxers.

What did one girl call it? Oh yeah, a microscopic mushroom with nothing to offer.

But none of that loomed at the back of his mind at all.

Instead, he focused on Amanda. Gorgeous Amanda who invited him back to her place. Gorgeous Amanda who rubbed lewdly against him on the Uber ride home.

Then, the inevitable happened. The hurried walk to her apartment, clothes removed, and then, the reveal.

Leon stood there, pants pooled around his ankles. His breath hitched in anticipation. Surely, surely, this couldn't ruin another evening, not with all the fun they had on the way up here. He attempted the will away the goosebumps as cold air prickled against his exposed form.

Amanda's eyes traveled downward.

This was it. He felt it and braced himself for her reaction. He never realized his fears could become worse. What started as a giggle bubbled into full-blown laughter.

His entire body flushed red with embarrassment, and he swallowed the shame rising in his throat. He cursed his naivety and damned hope. Why would this night be any different than the others before it? Why would Amanda be the one who never laughed? Who never made him feel like less of a man?

She continued laughing. He felt himself shriveling, not just physically but emotionally.

Amanda wiped a tear from the corner of her eye. The laughter finally died down to a series of soft giggles. Then, thankfully, nothing.

She stepped closer, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of amusement and something darker. Her hand reached out and fingers brushing against his tiny prick.

She slowly shook her head.

"Wow, Leon," she murmured. Her voice dripped with condescension. "I mean, I knew it wouldn't be much, but this? This is pathetic."

Leon's cock twitched involuntarily at her words, a weak, almost apologetic response. He hated how her mockery turned him on, how the humiliation made his blood rush south. He could feel himself getting hard, and it was the worst part--the most humiliating part. His cock strained pathetically toward her, barely standing at attention, even in its fully erect state.

"Is this it? This is what you're working with?" Amanda continued, her fingers curling around his shaft--or at least trying to. There wasn't much to hold onto, and that fact wasn't lost on her. She gave it a couple of lazy strokes, more out of curiosity than any real intent to please. Her thumb flicked over the head, and Leon bit his lip to suppress a moan.

"It's like... a baby carrot," she said, almost to herself. Then she looked up at him with mischievous eyes. "I bet you've never actually made a girl cum, have you? How could you with this... little thing?"

Leon wanted to reply, wanted to say something, anything at all, but he was unable to speak. All he could do was watch helplessly as his pitiful erection throbbed feebly in her hand. Though his body refused to move, his thoughts begged him to run, to pull up his pants, and to get out of there. The embarrassment and disgrace were incapacitating. And he knew, deep down, that he truly didn't want to go.

Both knew how pathetic he truly was.

With a sly smile, Amanda let go of his penis and moved away. "I knew you would be one of those guys, you know. Talk just, no action."

After turning around, she proceeded to her bedside table and proceeded to open a drawer. She was clutching a bright pink vibrator, and its sleek surface glinting in the low light when she turned back to face him.

"This," she said, holding it up for him to see, "is what a real girl needs. Not that useless nub between your legs." She switched it on, the vibrator humming to life. "But I'm feeling generous, so I'll let you watch how a real woman gets off."

With her legs spread wide and the vibrator placed against her clit, she reclined on the bed. Leon wasn't needed for what she was about to do, so she didn't even bother asking him to accompany her. Her gaze never strayed from his as she began to enjoy herself. He was nothing, and that was the clear message. He felt it. Knew it. Simply a spectator, not a participant. A small-minded, pitiful loser who would never be able to make a woman feel good about herself.

Leon stood there. His erection throbbed with twisted arousal, as Amanda moaned and writhed on the bed. Every sound she made, every movement of her hips, drove the knife of humiliation deeper into him. When she finally came, shuddering with pleasure that he could never give her, he felt his own orgasm rip through him, pathetic and unworthy, spilling over with a pitiful whimper.

Amanda looked at him, a lazy, satisfied grin on her face.

"Clean yourself up, Leon. Then get the fuck out of my apartment. Maybe next time, bring something more than just a tiny little cock."