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"GGGGN!" His eyes roll back as his windpipe is covered by the significant blockage. Spit coughs up around that monster cock--a cock he could never ever compare to no matter what he tried.

"If we weren't friends, I'm sure I would have bullied you," those words reverberate through his mind. He felt excitement when his best friend told him that intimate secret. While he thinks about that moment that changed his life forever, Lincoln mixes another sound into his desperate gags and expulsions of air.

"Mmmmm..."

"Fuck..."

Clyde pulls Lincoln off of his cock, Lincoln's spit running down between the length and his lips.

Lincoln looks into his bully's eyes, seeing that hate in them, his heart beating faster at that sight.

"Shit, man," Clyde says, looking down at Lincoln, his teeth gritted. He grips tight upon Lincoln's hair, a growl rising from his chest. "I don't know what I hate more... that you actually got yourself shrunk to a micro-dick, or you wanted me to bully you in the first place. Fuck. Whatever at least you're good for something!" He grabs Lincoln's head and shoves him back down over that cock, deeper than the last time.

Lincoln hardly had a chance to breathe from the last cock-gulping he took. This time, the sounds coming from his throat were more of desperation and fighting to cough up that schlong in his throat than it is in any sort of enjoyment.

Not that he enjoyed blowing his bully.

Right...?

No, he can't enjoy this. He can't enjoy any of this.

Then why was his micro-dick leaking?

Clyde finally pulls him back, leaving Lincoln coughing and drooling over the glistening cock.

"There ain't no way I'm giving you my orgasm. Not after you wouldn't listen to me earlier."

Lincoln whimpers.

Clyde bursts into laughter, wiping his mouth and shaking his head. "Damn, did you just cry about not having my cum? Fuck, tiny dick! Don't feel special, got it?" he says, leaning in and patting Lincoln on the head. "After all, I'm just giving myself up a bit of edge practice for what I'm really waiting for."

His phone buzzes in his pocket. He fishes it out, wiggling his hips to slap Lincoln once again in the face, staining the guy's white cheek with slimy remains of his fellatio.

"Yo, this is Clyde. Yeah. The maid will open the door. Heh, yeah, that's right. See ya soon!" He tosses his phone aside and hikes his pants back up, buttoning them up and letting that impressive bulge show off what is hidden underneath. "You heard me, teeny weenie. Answer the fucking door. Let whoever sees ya smell my dick in your mouth."

Lincoln sighs and pushes himself up, keeping his head low as he hobbles defeatedly towards the front door. Yet another person to point and laugh at him. Some days, it becomes so tiresome. Other days, it is what he deserves. What sort of torture might he be in for today? What kind of thing would he deserve to have to happen to him?

He takes a deep breath, stands up straight, and forces a smile upon his face. After all, his... master... didn't like him being gloomy around the guests.

When he throws the door open, he's punched right in the tiny dick by the sight before him. She is dressed in her smart blazer and blouse, chatting away on her phone. It's none other than Lori, his sister! She doesn't notice the maid standing on the other end for a moment, finishing up her conversation. "Yeah, Bobby, that's it, we're done. I have a crucial meeting to get to. You know the one, and... and... and...." Her shadowed eyes glance slowly over as she speaks, her head tilting, jaw-dropping, phone falling, and clattering to the ground.

"The fuck are you doing here, baby dick?"

Lincoln looks downward at his heel-clad feet, biting his lip.

With her hands on her hips, Lori taps her shoe. "Well, first, you're going to pick that up."

He squats down, scooping her phone off of the floor.

"I can't believe it... like, we literally just paraded you around for making the dumbest dumbass decision you've ever made in your life. I never thought I'd see you again, let alone see you even worse than before! Where the fuck is Clyde? I want to speak to him!" She snatches the phone, stomping off past him.

Clyde sits back on the couch, his hands behind his head, legs spread, bulge quite working against his pants. "Sup?"

Crossing her arms over her chest, Lori quirks an eyebrow at him. "What are you 'supping' me for? There was literally nothing in the deal about my tiny-brain, teeny-dicked brother being anywhere near here."

Clyde shrugged. "Hey, your fiance was pretty clear he didn't mind how many guys were here. Guess things all turned out how we wanted them, right? He's a cuck, Tiny-dick's a freak, and I'm packin'." He says this, reaching down and gripping his pants. "It may not be as small as molecule-member over there, but we both know you didn't agree to marry Bobby because he fucked ya the way you like."

Lori frowns at that, biting her lip a little. "Well, yeah... he's just so dreamy and cool and stuff, but...."

Clyde laughs, slapping his knee. "I knew it. Hah. Next time we can have him come over and poke fun at his little weenie, too!"

Lori holds a sidelong glance over at Lincoln. For a split second, the maid-dressed loser sees a bit of familial bond between her and him, but that vanishes after a moment of recognition. "Yeah... tiny dick micro dick here. Guh, why can't you just make a good life decision for once in your life?" She growls at this. "It... It makes me so angry!"