Marcos was having a horrible day. He hated this, hated how often his parents moved him from school to school, not caring about what he wanted. He was 18 and already so close to graduating, and still they wouldn't stop doing this to him. He wanted to get out to a decent college and stop this nonsense once and for all. And now, walking up to the school on his first day (though it was the middle of the semester), he was beyond frustrated. He was way too far from his old friends to even bother talking to them again, and now he had to attempt trying to make new buddies so close to graduating? Talk about ridiculous.
After getting his schedule, he walked to his locker and watched it creek as it slid open. This was ridiculous, and the school appears to be a complete mess. It took him a while to find his first class, too. Calculus, one of his worst subjects. As soon as he entered, he knew everybody would be staring. He was so used to this treatment. Everyone in a small town knew each other, and as soon as a foreign figure walked in, all they could do was snicker and talk about him even though he could clearly hear them. His parents had no idea the treatment people received in high school, how cruel these kids could be. He was sick and tired of it.
The teacher walked in a few minutes after him, completely ignoring the class as he sorted his belongings out and turned on the projector. "Hello class, terrible day, isn't it? A monday, it's raining... you have calculus first thing." He chuckled to himself. He scanned the room, and spotted Marcos, who was trying very hard not to be seen. "Ah, I just remembered. We have a new student today." He looked down at his attendance list. "Marcos Blackwell, come on up. Introduce yourself to the class."
Marcos inwardly groaned, and awkwardly stood up. This was going to be horrible. He could feel the class's eyes boring into him, studying his appearance. It wasn't like he was ugly - he was very tall, built like a jock with broad shoulders, thick arms and had wavy black short hair. He had one particular trait he was shameful for, but he knew that no one would ever figure that out. It was part of the reason why he's never dated anyone, in addition to the fact that he moved so often he didn't get to know anyone before being snatched away. He turned as he reached the white board, and stared at them. "Um, what do you want me to say?" He asked the teacher awkwardly. A few of the students chuckled at that.
"Just introduce yourself, where you're from, your background, anything you want!" He said cheerfully. Marcos wanted to kill him.
"Ah. My name is Marcos Blackwell, I'm from New York City, though I travel very often because my dad's a general in the U.S. army. Um..." Before he could think of more, a boy walked into the room, wearing a football jersey and grinning ear to ear.
"Who's this?" He asked, his voice deep and gruff.
"Our new student." The teacher replied. "Now go to your seat, Louis. You're late already."
Louis ignored him, clearly not caring about anything the teacher had to say. "Ah, new students need my special new student welcome. What do you say, guys?" A few woops in the back of the room was all he needed for encouragement. Before Marcos could do anything, he approached him and pulled his pants and underwear down in front of the whole class.
There was a collective gasp in the room. Marcos, a man standing at 6'8 tall, stood there completely naked from the waist down with a 3.5" cock. It was barely the size of a pinky finger. He scrambled to pull his pants back up, but it was too late. Everyone had seen it. Even the teacher seemed completely surprised. All the students burst out laughing, and the teacher shushed them up, telling them that class was going to begin.
This was the most horrifying thing Marcos had ever experienced. He had dreaded the moment that his girl would see him for the first time and tell him she never wanted to see him naked again. But this... this was worse than his worst fantasy. Everyone in this new school would know now what an embarrassment he was. How someone this tall and large could have such a small cock. It was shameful.
It seemed no one knew about it the next few periods he attended, but by lunch time, he could see the looks becoming more and more obvious - the rumours had spread. Everyone in the school now knew about his small cock, and everyone wanted to see it. He was lining up to get food when someone called out, "you won't need any nutrition for such a small dick, man!"
The crowd around him burst out laughing, unable to hide it. Marcos blushed furiously, and grabbed his food hurriedly. He ran to the bathroom, and ate there, not wanting to show his face. That night, he went home and told his parents they had to move. ASAP. They were shocked to hear him say this for the first time. Usually, he was the one begging for them not to move. To stay in a certain town forever because he finally made friends. This time, it was the opposite. He was telling them they had to leave immediately and they simply told him his dad was here at a permanent basis until further notice.
He couldn't sleep that night. He spent the rest of the evening thinking about what would happen next tomorrow. Were they the type of kids that forgot about a rumour as soon as it started? Or would they continue, solely because they had nothing else to laugh about? It was horrifying. The next day was even worse than he imagined. The same boy that pulled his pants down in class spent the entire day trying to catch him off guard and pull down his underwear in front of the school. It happened so often that Marcos was sure every single person had seen his dick already, confirming for themselves how small he really was. It was disturbing. And why wasn't the principal doing anything about it? Did she find it hilarious as well?
Even from people who seemed to be nice, he could hear them whisper about it as he passed the halls. They would talk about how weird that was, how someone so tall could have a dick like that. They wondered whether or not he had ever gotten laid, and then talked to each other about his genetics, wondering if his kids would have small dicks as well. He wanted to run away and never come back. What kind of sick treatment was this? They bully wouldn't stop either, he seemed to be stalking Marcos at this point. Even finding him in the bathroom from time to time just to make fun of him. Clearly, he was earning a lot of laughter from his fellow students from this new kid, and would be milking it as much as possible. Marcos had to do something about this. It was shameful, horrifying, and downright wrong. He needed to find his revenge, and quickly.
By the weekend he was feeling completely depressed. How could anyone possibly survive this? Maybe he could pull the bully's pants down as well, and see whether or not he had a small cock. Maybe he should just pull everyone's pants down and get expelled so they'd stop making fun of him. Honestly, that seemed like the best option at this point.
Another part of this that really hurt him was that they were right. He's never gotten laid and he was desperate for it. He had an incredibly high sex drive and testosterone count, and had to masturbate sometimes twice a day just to get himself somewhat satisfied. He was almost always watching porn, always touching himself, and it was never enough. That was why he found himself constantly miserable from not being able to fuck anyone. That was all he wanted, really. To have a big dick and fuck all the girls he wanted.
He turned on his normal porn site and started to think about anything other than the bullying. It wouldn't stop though. His mind kept racing on, telling him how small he was and how all the women he fantasized about would never want to be with him. Why would they? For once, he looked away from the video and saw one of the ads right next to it. It was advertising some pills called "Big D pills", which were currently being sold at Amazon. He wasn't stupid, he knew there were lots of scammers out there, and he had never actually heard of pills actually managing to get a dick larger. But... he was desperate now. It was worth a try, right? It wasn't even that expensive- 49.99 was worth it for him to get his dick even remotely bigger. He would be facing potentially months of panting, and maybe he could slowly get his dick up to a normal size over time. It was the least he could hope for, right? And if that didn't work, he would have to begin plan B - pantsing so many people at school that he's expelled and never has to see any of them again.
