Micro was lost in thought for a good minute
"So who will it be?" Tony pushed "One of the ten or me?"
"Neither" Micro finally decided "I wan't Mike to be my master"
Tony raised his eyebrows, "You want to be free? Be your own master"
"No...Yes" Micro fumbled "Even after everything that's happened tonight, I haven't been punished enough, I put you through years of torment. Right now thinking about the horrible things Mike did, my little dick leaks imagining having those things done to me and getting what I deserve. I want to be bullied, by my former self."
"Huh, I didn't expect that," Tony admitted "Let me see what I can do"
The Mass Alteration menu was still up with the ten masters check marked
Erase Memory-
About: Everything
From: 1 hour(s) ago
To: Now
After clearing everyone's memory he scanned Micro and looked through the options. He saw a list to revert or merge the body, memory or personality with it's pre-alteration state
"Merge Personality with pre-alteration state"
Warning: Drastic emotional revelations or trauma since the first alteration may result in split personalities
"I think I found just what you're looking for Micro" Tony smiled "Are you sure about this?"
"Yes please," pleaded Micro "Only Mike will truly be able to punish me"
Before applying changes, Tony adjusted a few setting
Sexual Targets: Mike Jones
Aggression Targets: Mike Jones
He hit apply and Micro clutched his head in pain. After a seconds he stood back up still rubbing his head.
"Are you okay?" asked Tony
"Fucking hell who made this mess?" ex-bully asked in a harsh voice, looking around at the piss everywhere
"Don't you remem-" started Tony
"It was me sir," Micro responded to himself timid as before. "I'm sorry sir - Well fuck you better clean it up then needle dick - I'll get a mop - No lick it all up! - That'll take all night sir! - Not my problem"
Micro/Mike seemed to be talking to himself but every line there was a distinct change in the tone of his voice. He got on all fours in the large piss puddle and started lapping it up and crying.
Tony started backing out. "Uh I'll just leave you two alone then"
Micro stopped for a moment and looked up.
"Thank you for everything Tony. I'm sorry I wa-Did I say you could stop?" he interrupted himself "No sir sorry sir" and resumed slurping piss off the floor
Tony backed out and headed back to his room. Before he went to sleep he sent all the photos and recordings to Micro/Mike.
Micro/Mike's phone chimed. He stopped licking and looked through the photo's he'd just been sent "Haha you're in deep shit now, you do everything I say or these go online - No please don't I'll do anything"
-
The rumor mill was wild in the dining hall next morning. The guy who flashed his tiny dick last night was seen at 6 am still in the same place, licking piss off the floor. Whispers followed him all around campus but he hardly noticed due to his exhaustion from being up all night. Thankfully for Tony, Mike gave Micro some time to shower before he returned to the room. The room mates didn't talk much. Micro/Mike was pretty much in his own word most of the time. Sometimes when Tony was lying in bed he could hear Micro/Mike arguing with himself.
"No please don't make me do that - Fine I guess I'll just send those videos to your parents and all your friends back home - Ok ok... I'll do it"
The day after would usually result in Micro getting himself in some trouble or another. Like receiving noise complaints to the room while Tony was out about loud whipping noises and screams. Or streaking across the football field with "TINY DICK" written on his torso and a large arrow pointing down to his bouncing stiffy. Or changing background image for the projector in one of the largest lecture halls to a picture of him tugging his wiener with tweezers. Micro/Mike was expelled before the semester was over.
Tony didn't hear much about Micro/Mike after that. He'd heard rumors that Micro found some minimum wage job to get by (Tony assumed Mike just mooched off Micro). Tony went on to have a good time in and after college, landing himself a respectable career. One night he was browsing an amateur porn site and saw a strangely familiar thumbnail. The video showed Micro shoving a baseball bat up his ass. He looked through his upload history, there were dozens of videos. He'd drink piss, shock his testicles, whip his cock and his ass, suck and ride monster dildos and lick toilets. Sometimes these videos were even recorded in public areas. A lot of them he recognized as pranks and torments Mike had put Tony through in school, but now refined with years of experience to inflict maximum pain or humiliation. In each video Micro, talked about how pathetic he was, how tiny his dick is, how inferior he is and how the video was punishment from Master Mike (Tony was amused by the many comments asking him to feature Master Mike in his videos).
Tony had mixed feelings. On the one hand he was glad he had dodged Mike's sadistic tendencies, when they had started college Mike had not even begun to scratch the surface of what he was capable. It could've been Tony in those videos. On the other hand he had long since forgiven Micro, and didn't think he needed to be punished anymore. But he wasn't sure if he felt too sorry for him, after all every video had one thing in common. Micro's micropenis was always stiff and always dripping.