HUMILIATION
SIMON
It was Freshman Rush season. That didn't mean a whole lot to me, Simon Rice. I was not tall, handsome or well-built like my older brother. I was basically your typical skinny, nerd. This was my senior year and I had close to a 4.0 which did not impress good-looking girls, and there were a lot of them on campus. My hand provided the sexual pleasure that was prompted from my seeing them and the subsequent lust that was produced.
I convinced myself that I would wait until my senior year to start dating. By then all the party girls would have flunked out, the Mrs. degree seekers would have latched onto a man, and the ones looking for a long-term, stable mate would be left. I guess you could say I was 'book-smart' but lacked common sense.
I was in Intro to Chemistry class with a bunch of freshmen because I needed one more science class to complete my Core courses needed to graduate. One day when a beautiful freshman classmate, Marci, asked if she could talk to me after class. My assumption was correct -- she wanted tutoring. Of course, I agreed if for no other reason than to sneak peeks at considerable cleavage. I helped her get a good grade on the next test. I was surprised that she gave me a kiss in appreciation. I said, "I guess that's my pay for tutoring you."
Marci replied, "Oh no, that grade was worth more to me than that. Pick me up at 6:00 tonight and I will treat you to dinner and dessert." The way she said dessert, I don't think she was talking about apple pie. Anyway, I picked her up. We went to a drive-in fast-food place. She then directed me to a well-known make out place where she promised dessert.
Soon after we parked, she started kissing me and squeezing different parts of my body. I tried to imitate her actions with her body. Although I was doing my best to provide her body parts with pleasure, she never moaned or showed passion. Before long, she started rubbing between my legs. I was shocked. She purred, "Oooohh, that feels interesting. Let me see how big I can get it."
This is where my fear kicks in. I am small, like just under four inches. I figured she would no longer be interested in me once she found out. I confessed. "I'm sorry, Marci. I'm not very big. I you're looking for a boyfriend that is big, I'm not him."
Marci replied, "Nonsense. I think you're plenty big enough. You know they say that what matters is how you use it, not how big it is."
"I probably fail in that category also. I am not experienced either."
"Well, I think you just lack some confidence. Let me see what I can do for you. Take it out."
"I beg your pardon."
"Take your dick out. I want to see for myself."
I obeyed. Soon my dick was out for inspection. "See, I told you I wasn't very large."
"Does it get any larger? Let me see if I can help." She took my penis in her hand and she started stroking. I was in heaven.
"Why don't you lean back and close your eyes? You will feel even better imagining what I am doing with your cock. And give me your handkerchief."
She could have asked me to do anything and I would have tried my best to do it. I lay back with my eyes closed and a shit-eating grin on my face. She used her scarf as a blindfold, so I didn't peek. It didn't take long before I was ready to spurt. I warned her and she put my handkerchief over my penis while I ejaculated.
Marci commented, "There. You have your dessert. Now we are even."
"Can't we do it some more?"
"Sorry, it's getting late and I have to study for an Econ test."
The ride back to her dorm was mostly in silence. She did not appear happy, mad or anything. At the dorm, she jumped out of the car and said, "Thanks." No "call me" or anything else.
She was polite to me when I saw her in Chemistry class but always had somewhere to go or someone to meet. I got the picture. My small penis did matter to her after all. I should have expected it. On with my life.
In a couple of weeks, I found out that my small penis mattered to her a lot more than I thought. The sorority that she was pledging had held a secret contest: which girl can find the smallest penis on campus. Guess who won? On the sorority Facebook page was a picture. I was leaning back in the car and my dick was in Marci's hand. It was posted with the caption, "The winner of the smallest dick on campus -- Simon Rice." I was devastated.
I withdrew from life. I didn't want to come out of my apartment. That didn't stop me from being humiliated. Every guy who went by my room called out, 'Dinky-dick' or some other similar insult. I got emails from alleged midget women telling me I looked just right to them. There was a picture shoved under my door. It showed a plywood sheet with a pencil sized hole in the middle. The hole was labeled, 'Dinky-dick's Glory Hole.' I ordered in food and skipped classes for three days straight.
My younger brother, Art, saved my college career and maybe my life. He was a junior and was the president of a fraternity on campus. When he saw the sorority Facebook posting, he was livid. He also knew my likely response. Soon he was at my door demanding I open it. The apartment manager had to open it for him. I was in bed in a fetal position.
"Get your sorry ass up. We have to make plans for revenge." That piqued my interest. He took me to his fraternity house where they held a council meeting. Art spoke up, "That fucking bunch of bitches has humiliated my brother. Although he is not your brother, I am asking your help. The vote was unanimous. One member asked, "How do we help him get revenge?"
My brother smiled, "I have an idea."
In the next month, it was my brother's fraternity's time to provide waiters for the evening meal for Marci's sorority. She had been admitted partially on her success in winning their smallest penis contest. Marci was financially able to move in the sorority right away. That night there were only 25 sorority girls present for supper. Marci was one of them along with all the officers.
The fraternity served tea and lemonade to the girls. They were not aware of the special flavoring. Marci, however, did not get the drug. Soon after the meal, the girls except for Marci started getting very horny. As they snuggled up to Art's fraternity brothers, they were taken into their recreation room and told to disrobe. They obeyed while begging to have sex. Next several SUVs and cars pulled up to the sorority and 24 homeless men came out. The smell was overwhelming. The men were taken into the house and told to 'drop trow' after lining up one in front of each girl. Soon every girl but one had a dick of a homeless man in their mouth. The one exception was Marci. She was taken upstairs by me. She begged me not to rape her. She said she would suck my dick of her own volition. I took her in her room and gave her a choice. Let me videotape her confession about what she did to me, or she could join her sisters downstairs. The confessed as I filmed her. Then I gave her a sedative that put her to sleep until the drug wore off.
Downstairs, after each man got his rocks off, they were taken despite a large degree of protest on their part back to the shelter. The girls were still horny and resorted servicing each other. After more pictures were taken, the fraternity boys left. A huge poster was left that warned the girls what would happen if they were reported.
The deal was simple: In order for not showing the videos of the blowjobs for the homeless and the lesbian orgy that followed, each girl in the sorority would have to give Simon Rice a blowjob and swallow his sperm -- everyone except Marci. The girls had been surprised when they found Marci asleep up in her room. They watched the video and saw that she had been spared the homeless men and the lesbian orgy. They wondered why.
Marci was kicked out of the sorority because she was suspected of making a deal with the fraternity to avoid the humiliating sex. Her protests fell on deaf ears. Marci's view was that she had been excluded because Simon had a special, more horrifying punishment for her. She was right.
She received emails that only said, "It's coming." Every member of the fraternity whenever they saw Marci on campus would say to her, "It's coming." Marci lived in fear. She did not go out. Her weight dropped and she got medications for her anxiety. She was about to drop out of school when she thought of a possible way out.
