It had been about week since I had gotten humiliated by two 19-year-old bratty, but very hot, girls - Hannah and Amy. They found pictures of themselves and other girls from our neighborhood, at the pool, on my phone. They had me.
They had (and still have) pictures of me giving them beer, they hacked my Facebook, changed the code and email, and they had blackmailed me into letting them take the most humiliating pictures and movies. They were pissed, and seemed to get off on humiliating my inadequacies.
I was a wreck. I couldn't concentrate. They used my house as a hang out. They had people over three nights since we'd met, but hadn't had me do anything beyond buying them beer, pizza, and Chinese. They definitely walked all over me around their friends. But I didn't get the sense that the other girls and guys that came over knew about my little secret, or their evidence.
All of the girls that came over were hot, very hot, and all around 19 to 21. All their guy friends were jocks, muscular, and just like when I was in high school, treated me like I wasn't there. I thought maybe the worst of it was over. Definitely better than the week prior when Hannah had me jism on my face on camera.
I was so stressed out I couldn't even masturbate. It concerned me that I couldn't get hard. I would try to jerk off at night after they left. All the girls that came over were hot. They often wore short shorts or yoga pants. But nothing, I couldn't get hard, and it had been almost a week since I'd last came. But I was so horny inside.
Hannah had long blonde hair and long, muscular, tanned legs. They were amazingly long, and she was clearly an athlete. I couldn't help but stare at her sexy legs every chance I got.
Amy had long, brown, silky hair, was thin, and wore the sexiest little outfits; more provocative than Hannah. Amy had an amazingly (almost unreal) thin waist, great abs, and a juicy ass that just popped out of her shorts. Both of them had a hotness that only seems to come with youth and athletics. They both knew it; always happy, beaming with confidence, and to me, dominance. I both loved and hated them.
Amy had screwed a guy, he was huge, on my bed on two nights during the week, leaving wet stains like I'd never seen before from sex. At night I'd smell her aroma as I tried to play with myself, touching the wetness with my other had. I was always so worked up, but couldn't get it hard. I'm so very small when soft. It makes me sad. Useless.
Amy had instructed me to always have the sheets clean, the bed made, and that I should sleep on the couch. I, of course, complied. Amy also instructed me to make sure the refrigerator and liquor cabinet were stocked, and to come home and stay home after work, except for when I was shopping for them. I didn't have a life, so that wasn't much of a change.
The following weekend was quiet. They didn't come over on Friday or Saturday. I tried and failed to jack off in the bathroom. Couldn't get hard at all. A part of me missed having their beautiful bodies in my house, like a pervert's Stockholm's syndrome. But my brain hoped they had had their fun, and were moving on. Maybe they pitied me.
I couldn't believe those pictures and movies were out there, would always be out there, and there wasn't a thing I could do about it. This stress was for life. I went on a certain humiliating website nightly. It has videos of all kinds of fucked up stuff, and most of it humiliating. Amy had made off hand comments about the site to her friends, and I knew she was implying she might upload my shame. The movie Hannah had made was more embarrassing than anything I'd ever seen on the web, and my face was clearly showing. It ended messy.
The stress had built to a climax. I was having a panic attack on Saturday night, remembering the week before, and worried that I could no longer get hard. I got drunk on whiskey trying to forget. On Sunday I woke up with them at the foot of my bed, they had taken my spare keys and always just let themselves in.
With them was a new girl! Like Amy, she had long brown, beautiful hair, a sexy toned body, and was wearing a bathing suit top, red with white dots, and short cut off jean shorts. Her breasts were small, perky, and perfect. She had a knowing smirk on her face. I could clearly read on her face that she knew. I could tell she was evil.
"What the fuck are you doing in my bed," Amy scolded. I had totally forgotten I was supposed to sleep on the couch. I didn't actually remember going to bed. Her anger snapped me out of my hangover, and I sprang out of the bed.
"I'm so sorry, I forgot, it won't happen again. I swear," I pled. I couldn't believe how submissive I was to her. She had taken full control of my body and soul, and in just a week.
"Don't worry Hun, we have a favor we'd like you to do for us," Hannah broke in. "This is our bestie, Casey. She wanted to see if what we said was true... about your little problem ... sweetie. She had to see it in person." Hannah was looking especially hot today. Her blonde hair hung down to the middle of her back in a pony tail, she wore a tight gray top that hugged her firm breasts, and short shorts that were rolled up about as high as possible. Her long tanned legs started at a camel toe, and ended at brown leather boots that she seemed to be wearing without stocks. She had on my Ray-bans that she had taken the first day we met, and they made her look mean - hot and mean.
Casey giggled. "Hi Lynus! It's sure nice to meetcha! What's he got there Hans?"
"Hun, are you are a little happy to see us this morning?" Hannah asked, pulling her glasses down below her eyes and looking at my crotch with a smirk.
I realized I had a 4-inch boner; my little penis was straining my tighty whities. I was more embarrassed around the new girl; like my humiliation was now spreading. This was the first time I'd been hard in days. And it was in front of a hot new stranger . What the fuck?
"Oh, I'm sorry," I said covering my morning shame. I felt my face flush, it felt hot. I felt dizzy.
"Have you ever been to Steve's Sunday parties?" Casey asked. How the hell did she know Steve?
Steve was my jerk of a neighbor across the street. He had a great build, was exactly my age, always had girls over - some in their twenties - and was a total prick, brimming with confidence and arrogance. When I first moved in we were friends, and I went to his Sunday parties at his pool. After a while, when he was around hot girls, he was an ass to me, and would embarrass me with little comments. Even though a ton of hot girls showed up weekly, I had stopped going to his parties years ago out of shame, anger, and jeously. I was always the butt of his jokes. He slept with a ton of the girls, and everyone knew it. The front of his shorts always looked like he was packing an incredible long and thick dick - the anti-Lynus. Everybody loved Steve, and laughed at Lynus. It was like they knew the difference between us down below, and treated us accordingly.
"I've been to a few, but not in a long time. Steve is kind of a jerk." I replied.
"He's a hot jerk," chimed in Amy. "Show Lynus that movie we made Case!"
Casey pulled out her phone. Now Casey had the evidence too? Oh shit. I thought we'd had an agreement!
"Sweet heart, you're going to love this. Casey is a hell of an editor, like an artist," Hannah chimed.
The movie was already queued up. Casey hit play and there was I on my shoulders, on the ground, hips up over my head, cumming on my face. The movie was a short clip of one the movies that Hannah had taken, on a few second loop; a close-up of me blasting a load into my mouth, and one shot into my eye and across my cheek. It repeated over and over, at different zooms and speeds. It was awful, and carefully edited. A piece of evil art. The wordless music in the back ground I recognized, "Short Dick Man." I always hated that song.
"Like it little Lynus? You could be famous. You can bring us to his party, and do exactly as we say, or we can go alone and show everyone your little movie," Casey said while Amy and Hannah giggled.
