Author's notes:
This story picks up right where the previous chapter leaves off. The story is about a man with a small cock who is repeatedly humiliated by a group of girls who laugh at him and abuse him simply for having a small cock.
If you're looking for a dominant man with a big dick who dominates the women he encounters, this isn't the story for you.
Additionally, the story doesn't get right into the sex, but instead, has a story built around it and is told from the first person.
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Chapter 3
The morning after the little wrestling match at my house, the girls asked me to come over and play basketball. When I went to their backyard, where the court was, I was surprised to see Tiffany standing there beside the April and Linda, who were sitting in the beach chairs, clad in bikinis.
Tiffany looked like a little Barbie doll, dressed in her workout clothes, but with a purse on her shoulder and car keys in her hand. She supposedly had a crush on me, and she acted like it in that giggly nervous sort of way girls get when they like someone.
A scary thought struck me: had the girls told Tiffany anything about what had happened the day before? I sure hoped not. If she knew the tortures they'd put me through and how they'd made fun of my little cock, I think I would have died of embarrassment.
The way she greeted me suggested that they hadn't said anything. As soon as she saw me, her face lit up. As I had approached her, her face beamed with a big smile as she hugged me, "Hey, Stevie." No one called me Stevie since I was a kid and I'd hated it then. I liked it when she called me Stevie. When she said it, it had a musical ring to it.
"Hi, girls," I said, waving to April and Linda.
"Hey, slugger," Linda grinned and waved, but not with her whole hand, just with her index finger. I guessed it was a secret reference to my small cock.
April looked at me, appearing as if she was stifling a laugh. As she sat there like a nervous school girl, sipping a frilly drink through a straw, I could see her look over her sunglasses and glance down at my crotch, which seemed to make her even more giggly. She leaned toward Linda and whispered something that made both of them laugh. I was sure they were laughing at me. Whatever it was, I was better off not knowing what they were saying.
After what had happened the night before, the girls didn't seem to have any bad blood between them despite the way Linda had treated April, ripping her top off and making fun of her small tits. If she had any bad feelings toward Linda, she wasn't showing it now.
Tiffany was headed to an aerobics class she taught on weekends. She and I talked about the possibility of working out together before she eventually left. Sarah and Melissa took a break from their game of ball, passing the ball in my direction. I caught it and started dribbling it while Sarah talked.
"Why don't we play some two-on-two now?" Sarah suggested. She stood, hands on hips, looking a little winded, but no less beautiful. The baggy tank top she wore hardly concealed the sports bra beneath it or the low-rise shorts that only barely adequately covered her below the waist and accentuated her athletic build.
I passed the ball to Sarah and admired her sensual form. Those shorts were so tiny and looked like a simple tug would rip them right off of her. They weren't tight enough to give her a camel toe, but they were form-fitting enough to give me a good view of her clearly protruding pubic mound that was made more pronounced by the panty lines that made their way up from her inner thighs and out toward her waist.
"I'm up for it," Melissa said, lifting her t-shirt to wipe the sweat from her forehead. Beneath the t-shirt was a bikini top. On bottom, she wore a pair of cotton biker shorts that adhered nicely to her shapely hips.
"Who else?" Sarah asked. "Linda?"
"You want me to break a nail?" Linda giggled.
"I'll do it," April said, sitting up and putting on a pair of sneakers. She might not have had much in the way of titties, but with her ass showcased by a thong bottom, she was surprisingly hot. The bikini top she wore also appeared to have its obligatory padding to give the illusion of breasts that just weren't there.
I thought the bikini was an odd outfit to wear to play ball in, but I didn't mind it one bit. The only thing I could see wrong with her playing basketball in a thong and a bikini top was how much it might distract me as we played.
We picked teams. I ended up getting April, which didn't seem to be in my favor. Both Melissa and Sarah were dressed more for the part, had already warmed up, and seemed to play ball pretty regularly. April, on the other hand, didn't quite seem like the kind who would be any good at ball, but after the first couple of shots, I was proven wrong. April was as good at the game as either of the others.
As the game continued, I couldn't help bumping into the girls from time to time and once, I even grabbed Sarah's breast (which she punched me for) and my elbow ended up in Melissa's crotch as I wrestled with Sarah for the ball. Unlike Sarah, Melissa didn't seem to mind the uninvited grope.
Then, the game started to get rough and good sportsmanship was going out the window. Sarah slapped the ball away from me a few times, obviously fouling me. We were ahead seven to two when April got the ball and was on her way to the basket when Melissa, unable to stop her, grabbed April's thong and pulled on it. April didn't fall down and even though she was a good sport about it, she missed the shot and wasted a few minutes re-tying the thong so it wouldn't fall off. The game was seriously starting to fall apart.
"That's cheating," Linda shouted before April or I could complain. Melissa and Sarah just laughed.
"Aw, come on," Sarah argued. "There have been fouls going on all through the game – by both sides."
"Maybe we should quit before the game breaks into a big brawl," I suggested.
"But I'm not tired of playing yet," Sarah argued.
"How about playing some Horse or something instead," Linda suggested. "Otherwise, you guys are going to keep that up until somebody gets hurt or pissed off or something."
"I hate playing Horse," Melissa protested. "It sucks."
"You say that because you suck at it," Sarah added.
"That's not true. It's just boring, plus you always like to make those ridiculous shots that no one else can make. I don't think those things are fair."
"Okay, then how about we ask Linda to be the referee. She'll decide whether a shot is legitimate, like an under-the-basket lay-up or just something stupid."
"Yeah, but it's still boring," Melissa continued to argue.
"Okay, then let's make it more interesting," Linda suggested. "If you miss a shot, you have to drink a beer."
"No, I'm going out tonight. I don't want to get too drunk yet," Sarah reasoned.
"How about you strip something off if you miss a shot," Linda chimed in.
"That sounds fun," Sarah agreed.
"Yeah, but you won't take anything off if you lose," Melissa argued.
"Yes, I will. I promise."
Fuck, here it goes again, I thought. Well, the way Sarah and Melissa were playing earlier, I didn't think I had a whole lot to worry about and I was a better shot than April, too.
"Okay, we need some rules, too," Melissa added. "For one, if we're stripping off clothes, shoes don't count. You can leave those on and pick something else to take off. Second, the person who makes the shot gets to pick which piece of clothing the person who missed gets to take off."
"I agree with the rule about the shoes, but if I miss, I get to pick what I take off or I'm not playing." Sarah argued.
"Fine, have it your way, but five minutes from now, I'm thinking there are going to be four people standing out here in nothing but thongs and laughing our asses off," Melissa laughed.
"Wait, are you wearing a thong?" Sarah asked me.
"Hardly," I chuckled.
"That seems unfair," Sarah protested. "You should be wearing one, too."
"I don't even own a thong," I said.
"I have one you can wear. Don't worry. It's for a guy."
"I'm still not wearing it. Why should I?"
"If you play with us, you could end up having all three of us out here running around naked. If you don't put it on, we don't play."
"That's a good enough reason for me." I can change my mind when necessary. I am a reasonable guy, after all.
"We'll be right back," Sarah grabbed my hand and led me to her bedroom where she fished through a dresser drawer full of panties until she found what she'd been looking for. It wasn't a thong. It was smaller than that. This was a tiny g-string with a little pouch in front. "Here, put this on," she ordered.
"Can I have a little privacy?" I asked.
"No," Sarah grinned. "I've seen it all before. Just drop your drawers and put these on. Come on, don't get shy on me now."
After stripping in front of her a few times before, this was the first time she didn't have a camera – or a ruler – to use to record or to measure my shamefully small cock.
Without pulling my shoes or socks off, I pulled the shorts off, taking my underwear along with them. I reached for the g-string Sarah was holding. She pulled it away and set it down beside her on the bed, taking me by one wrist, then the other and held my hands out and apart from my body. Taking a long look at my little cock, she grinned and bit her lip as if she was trying to keep herself from laughing right in my face.
