Mark's Tiny Exposure

[Magic9Ball]

An intro to a larger more ENF central story that contains SPH and CFNM. Everyone is 18 and up except for flashbacks but no one is naked in those so it's okay.


Mark was a nerd.

The boy was tall, surely, but he wasn't much else. Almost all skin and bone, wiry and tightly framed, with a long nose and dark brown eyes. His mouth was pulled back in a permanent arc. He had a bowl cut that did nothing to help his popularity with other girls his age (18 years old, a senior in high school), and most importantly, he was soft. Mark never stood up for himself or anyone else, he preferred to be a ghost roaming the halls of his school, invisible to everyone. He would just about die of shock anytime someone saw him let alone spoke to him. Presentations in class? Forget about it, a nightmare to be sure. The only positive thing he'd ever had in his life was Claire, the beautiful blonde who lived next door. Mark had been in love with her since they were toddlers, and he first spoke to her in second grade, the first day. He handed her a flower he'd picked from his yard, and told her she was the most beautiful girl in the world.

Now that might sound like a beautiful gesture to us now, but at that age? In front of her friends? Claire was mortified. The girls started teasing her incessantly about the boy who loved her, and it became a nightmare for Claire. But in terms of nightmares, nothing came quite close to Claire herself.

In second grade, a week later, while standing in line in the cafeteria, Claire had pulled the boys pants down, and unfortunately for Mark, his underwear. The food court had erupted in laughter pointing and laughing at his smooth butt and poor endowment. In a milisecond the boys pants were up and he was red faced staring hard at Claire, who was doubled over holding her freckled face in her hands, laughing her ass off. Now, most everyone remembered that, he had just gotten a comment about it a few weeks ago, for his "Hairless bum", thought to be fair what boy had hair on his ass in primary school? Mark had blushed and walked away as the guy and his buddies chuckled. But every now and then Mark would see her, Claire, and remember the days when he loved her. And now those feelings were mired with humiliation that was too much to bear.

She was beautiful now, long and bright blonde hair, bright green eyes that would light up a room. A wide, soft smile, with perfect teeth, a button nose, and freckles dotting her cheeks. She had pert C-cup breasts that every boy in school admired, perky and bouncy and always pointing up. Some days she would wear a bright pink shirt tight enough to see the outline of her bra, and she loved seeing the tents in the shorts of boys around her, it always made her chuckle. Her ass was out of this world, a perfect petite handful that curved out just enough to not be too much on her small 5'1 frame. The girl was gorgeous to say the least.

She strutted by and Mark gazed at her ass in tight, form fitting yoga pants. If you stared hard enough, you could just make out...

"Mark!"

He whirled around to the boy who had mocked him recently, "What?"

"Checking out CLAIRE'S ass huh?" The boy shouted.

Mark turned with terror to see Claire stop and turn, along with her four (gorgeous) friends, they all stared and chuckled, except Claire of course. She always pitied Mark after what she did to him, as she ascended the social hierarchy of school and he stayed at the bottom of the food chain. But she wouldn't dare feel so bad as to allow the sniveling dweeb to perv over her in front of everyone.

"No, I wasn't, I swear." He muttered.

"Don't be upset man, her ass in those pants? We all wanna see through them too but it won't happen just by staring!" The guy chuckled.

Claire and her cronies were simultaneously disgusted by the guy and Mark, but a teacher broke the crowd up in the halls and sent everyone on their way. Mark was beside himself with embarrassment, and knew for a fact that the day couldn't get any worse, no matter what.

Standing in line in the cafeteria. There was a huge amount of ruckus going on. The cheerleaders were all in the center next to the tables chatting as they discussed their routine for the pep rally at the end of the day. Mark was currently admiring their smooth legs under the short black skirts they wore. Usually, a teacher is assigned to watch over the cafeteria as a glorified guard, and usually there are three. Today there were two. One left to go to the bathroom, and the other was a balding middle aged man in the throes of a divorce. When one of the four gorgeous friends of Claire's ushered him out of the cafeteria, he obliged. Now, the cafeteria had only lunch ladies, half the school, and cheerleaders. The commotion in the food court was loud, but not so loud that the cafeteria didn't hear Claire shout, "Hey everyone, check it out!"

Now this time, she had intended to pull his underwear down, and down it went. The pants and underwear bunched up at his ankles while one of her friends quickly hoisted his shirt up and down as a makeshift handcuff to lock his hands behind his back. A hush fell over the crowd, and the cheerleaders turned to survey the naked boy whose face was bright red. Everyone, in a second, saw Mark's penis. Before, it had been prepubescent, now it was fully grown... and it hadn't grown a centimeter. The hall burst into uproarious laughter. Almost everyone was in hysterics, pointing and laughing at the boy's tiny equipment. The cheerleaders were the closest and laughing the loudest, their feminine giggles echoing in his ears as they wiggled their pinkies at him and held their fingers apart to signify that his dick was indeed that small.

"Oh my god!" Claire screamed above the laughter, "You haven't grown an inch! Mark's dick is the same acorn it was in second grade!"

Everyone heard, and everyone laughed. Most just enjoyed his humiliation in the moment, but some, especially the crueler girls in the cheerleading squad, pulled out their phones to immortalize this tiny dick forever. Camera flashes abounded as he struggled against his bonds, his teeny weeny bobbing slightly atop his little balls. Claire was in tears, pointing directly at his dick, mere inches away, while laughing her ass off. She held her pinky up next to it, (and it was indeed longer and wider), for photographic evidence, of which there would be plenty.

"Mark's got a tiny dick!" One of the cheerleaders shouted, "My baby brother's is bigger! And he's 8!"

"It's like a tiny pencil!"

"Check out the baby penis!"

The lack of pubic hair certainly didn't help. Just as the monitor was turning to see what the commotion was about, the girl lifted her shirt to show her D cup breasts spilling out of her hot pink bra, the monitor was staying put. As Claire began taking selfies with the tiny penis, three of the cheerleaders gave their phones to their friends to record a video.

Pom pom's in hand, they began:

"Give me a T!"

"Give me an I!"

"Give me an N!"

"Give me a Y!"

"What's that spell?!" The whole cafeteria answered. Girls were now laughing hardest, most boys had stopped caring at this point. Almost a hundred of girls he'd grown up with were laughing at Mark's tiny excuse for a cock, and worst of all, Claire was laughing the loudest.

"It's so pathetic," she snickered, "Everyone is gonna know about this now baby dick, EVERYONE! All of the attention will be off of me!"

Mark collapsed, tears in his eyes, as he succumbed to the humiliation and let everyone laugh at his genitals. Before long, everyone was told to calm down and Mark was escorted to the office along with Claire and the girl who flashed a teacher. Everyone got a stern talking to, Claire most of all. The worst part was that in the midst of everything Mark had lost everything but his shirt, so he had been forced to find something to cover himself in front of the very attractive principle. Who did a very poor job masking her amusement at the size of his penis. Even going so far as to call it a "little incident", he burst into further tears at that comment.

When all was said and done, he was sent home, mostly out of mercy. And when he got there, his phone had 68 notifications. Some were from social media, others from numbers he didn't even recognize, all contained the same images. A picture of the cheerleaders with their pinkies out, a picture of Claire with her perfect pinky next to his dick, and a video of the cheerleaders doing their little routine while everyone laughed at the boy.

He crawled into bed, grabbed a few tissues, and furiously beat his dick to the video. He used what tissues remained to wipe the tears away. When he woke up the next day though, Mark was arisen anew. Like a phoenix or something, the boy's will had not been broken, instead it was reborn stronger. And one thing was for sure, everyone, not in the school, not in the neighborhood, EVERYONE, was going to see every single inch of Claire.

[drtickle]

Great start, can’t wait for his revenge! He should not forget about the other cheerleaders as well…