Sam’s tender little sac was screaming in pain and his small shriveled shaft bounced comically as the bullies spread his legs apart again as wide as possible. Everyone in the crowd could practically inspect every inch of Sam’s battered boy bits. His pink little hole opened a bit too with the spread of his legs and the student body cackled at his exposure.
“Look at that raw bussy!” A random senior boy yelled with a laugh. The crowd loved it.
“It is pretty nice, isn’t it?” Brady said as he took one hand off of restraining Sam and used it to poke around his little boyhole. Sam tried to keep Brady’s fingers far away from his orifices, but he didn’t have much of a choice. He just had to keep from moaning every time Brady grazed him.
“You know what else is nice, Brady?” Owen said as Brady prodded around Sam’s taint. He stopped and put both hands back on Sam, who was still fighting a bit, but losing steam.
“What?” Brady asked still smirking at Sam, glancing between his horrified face, his erect nipples, and his puny package.
“This little clit of his!” It was Owen’s turn to torture Sam with one hand. He flicked Sam’s tiny but slightly stiff dick and it bounced back and forth.
“Oh yeah! Haha. Nice clit, Sammy! Want me to lick it?” Brady said with a wink. Sam’s tiny prick quickly stiffened into a straightened little nub. He couldn’t help it! His hard cock resembled a two inch baby carrot.
Owen’s eyes widened and his mouth opened slightly—the look on his face was that of a kid on Christmas. This was the best gift. “Oh wow! You little cocksucker, you! You’re as hard as a rock!” He flicked Sam’s boner and Sam lets out a yelp.
Brady looked just as shocked and amused as Owen did. “Wait, he wants to suck my cock?” He asked, a confused but mildly flattered look on his face.
Owen didn’t even hear Brady’s question, because he was busy staring at the fully erect microdick they were so graciously showing off to most of the school. Sam’s little cock and balls were red and readying themselves to burst, it seemed. Owen was a bit mesmerized by the thought of Sam’s stupid pathetic little weenie shooting a load in front of all of these people, and how humiliating that’d be...but he shook it off and tried to pay attention.
For now, he had to just focus on humiliating Sam. How could he do that?
“What should we do with this loser now?” He asked Brady. The boys both stared at their little-cocked captive.
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