Sam knew that a junior boy playing “truth or dare” with a bunch of seniors—especially since most of the seniors were bullies and popular girls—was a bad idea, but he decided to do it anyway.
Spin the bottle had just ended, and Sam had barely gotten himself out of that one.
“Come on, Sammy,” one of the older football players said sweetly. “Just one round!”
Sam wasn’t popular, but he wasn’t unpopular either. He was on the JV football team, he kept to himself. He was skinny and toned; scrawny but strong. His littlest secret sat below his belt.
The older football players knew that.
“Okay. I’m in,” Sam said, sitting down next to Brady, the one who egged him on. “How do we figure out who goes first?”
“We spin the bottle!” Sam got a bit nervous. The bottle spun rapidly and then slowed, and as it slowed, it came to a crawl. The bottle crawled toward Sam, and he wasn’t sure what to do. At the last moment, the bottle scraped just a hair by him, and pointed at Brady.
“Alright, that’s me. So, Sammy...” Brady said with a smirk. Sam was worried. “Truth...” Brady made it a point to subtly glance down at Sam’s crotch. Sam surely noticed. “...or dare?”
It felt like time froze. Sam’s mouth was so dry. “I...I don’t...”
“Get on with it, Sammy! If you don’t choose, we will!”
“Truth! I choose truth!” He blurted out. As soon as Sam said it, he regretted it. This was exactly what Brady wanted.
“How big is your dick?”
All of the girls giggled. Brady smirked, and one of the other bullies, Owen, snickered.
“I...uh...it’s...uh...been a while since I...”
“Sammy...”
“Six inches! It’s six inches.” Sam breathed a sigh of relief. He lied, sure, but the moment was over. Well, that’s what he thought.
“Oh, man, Sammy... that’s a shame.” Owen was cracking his knuckles and Sam didn’t know why.
“Yeah, man,” Brady joined in. “Lying during truth and dare results in one thing...punishment.”
Of course, the boys had seen one another in the locker rooms and whatnot, but Sam didn’t think they’d be this serious about truth or dare.
“Well...now we have to strip your ass butt naked.” Owen grinned and jumped across the circle at Sam. Sam tried running, but Brady grabbed his ankle before he could make a break for it.
“Not so fast, buddy...” Brady began pulling Sam’s shoes off, and his pants. He stripped him of his shirt, too, and the rest of the room stared at Sam in just his tiny tighty whities. “Six inches! There’s barely a bulge at all!” Brady exclaimed.
Sam’s face went red.
Owen and Brady decided they should pause the stripping and the punishment should be taken outside. They carried Sam, each grabbing an arm and a leg, out front and brought him into the chilly fall air.
“It’s freezing out here!” He screamed with tears in his eyes.
“Stop being a baby! You’re lucky this is all you’re getting, Sammy!”
Sam didn’t even know what he was “getting” yet.
“Here!” They dropped Sam next to a tree. Owen went to grab something out of the house, and Brady pulled Sam to his feet and pushed him against the tree.
“Stay there, bitch...” Brady said, breathing against Sam’s face. Sam felt a stirring in his undies. Brady pulled his body back a bit. Owen returned with rope.
“Why—why do you have that?”
“To hogtie your ass to this tree, Sammy!” Owen laughed “Now drop those undies, little boy.”
Sam was so scared he couldn’t move. Brady wasn’t going to wait any longer. He pulled Sam’s undies right down to his feet. He couldn’t stop cackling at what he saw next.
Sam’s cock was microscopic, but he had the bush of a middle aged man. His semi-erect dick looked like a button on a wool sweater.
“Look at this little fucking knob!” Brady screamed out of sheer shock. Sam tried to cover himself, but Brady pulled his arms away and pinned them behind the tree, where Owen brought the rope. They knotted Sam’s wrists tightly around the back of the tree.
Tears rolled down his face. He tried crossing his legs to hide his dicklet, but it was no use. Once the boys finished tying his arms back, they came around and flicked at his itty bitty boner once more.
“Brady. you know what else we should do?”
“What?”
“...grab his legs!” Owen yelled.
Sam thought he’d been humiliated enough already. Brady grabbed his legs and tickled his feet. Sam kicked and screamed like a little girl. Then Brady spread Sam’s leg’s open as far as he could, and helped Owen secure them in their own sort of trap.
“There’s no use trying to hide anything, Sammy. It’s all out here in the open for the world to see... or at least half of the campus.”
Sam’s shrunken cock and ample bush were quite a hilarious sight.
“What next?”
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