Before he knew it, Sam is being lifted up and manhandled once again.
Owen and Brady decided they wanted to strip him of his saggy briefs and throw him into the showers.
“AGHH!” Sam yelped at the cold water raining down on him. “It’s freezing in here!” He began to cry, but his tears went unnoticed, luckily.
“Feeling refreshed, Sammy?” Owen said with a smirk as he looked down at Sam’s shrunken cock and balls. Not a single hair on him. He really did have the genitals of a child.
Brady was also grinning at the naked nerd before them. Some of the boys were shuffling in and out of the locker room, and a few had stopped by to see what was going on. Sam’s wet little butt and weenie were on display and to make things worse, Owen and Brady decided to come in and grab him again. Each bully took one of Sam’s wet arms and pulled him back towards the lockers. They laid him on a bench and Brady held Sam down as Owen wiped his body off with a towel.
He started at the feet and went up Sam’s legs, slowly drying off his calves and then his thighs. Owen used the towel to lightly brush over Sam’s privates on the way to drying off his stomach; just a bit for stimulation and to embarrass him. Sam’s little prick popped up a bit from the attention, and the bullies laughed at his predicament. Owen continued to wipe Sam’s belly slowly, followed by his chest and arms, neck and face, and then his hairless armpits. Sam couldn’t help but giggle and his little willy bounced with each forced laugh. His face had gotten redder. He felt so humiliated.
Brady flipped Sam over so that Owen could wipe off his back and shoulders. Eventually, Owen took the towel and made his way down to Sam’s butt. He wiped Sam’s butt cheeks slowly and softly, and then spread Sam’s cheeks to make sure they were dried off. He...accidentally...had a finger slip when he dried Sam’s little asscrack off, and Sam made a funny noise when Owen’s warm finger went right into his hole. Owen forced Sam’s legs open a bit and used the towel to pat the tiny little testes Sam called his balls. Brady flipped him back over.
Finally, Owen did it...he touched Sam’s tiny little pecker. He used the towel to make small circular motions over Sam’s crotch. Sam was horrified, and tried to move around, but Brady had him in a tight grip. By the third or fourth time Owen made that circular motion, Sam’s small cock was at full mast...a measly two inches.
“Whoa!” Owen said at the feeling of Sam’s baby carrot making an appearance right beneath him, by his own hand. “Hahaha that thing is even sadder than I thought it’d be!”
The bullies laughed and Brady took one arm off of Sam to use that free hand and flick his little boner. Sam yelped, but he couldn’t lie...Brady’s touch only made his microboner even more excited...his balls were like tiny little embarrassed cherry tomatoes, and they matched his blushing face.
Sam was starting to cry again because of all the bullying.
“Oh, don’t tell me you’re crying, you little baby.” Owen poked Sam in his naked stomach. Sam yelped again.
“You know what we should do?” Brady asked Owen.
“What?”
“We should take this naked faggot and throw him into the girls locker room.”
“Nah...” said Owen. “That’s too cliche.” He took a moment to think. “How about this...why don’t we take this little baby dicked loser and bring him into the cafeteria to show off his inch worm to everyone in there?”
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