Everyone in the circle stopped masturbating and turned to see a burly man had burst into the room. We all quickly moved to cover our small penises. As the newcomer approached all eyes locked onto the bulge snaking down his left leg.
Stanley with his, hands over his hard little wiener was the first to speak up.
“Wh-who are you!?” He quivered “What are you doing here?”
“Oh the name’s Barry but you can call me Sir.” he answered with full confidence. “Me and my friends will be joining your little session tonight.”
“Friends?” Stan gulped as a dozen more men entered the room. Suddenly chaos erupted. A few of the small-dicks scrambled to escaped. They rushed for the door but were easily restrained by the new arrivals blocking the exit. Stanley looked back at Barry and asked "How did you find us?"
“Bradley here was kind enough to lead us to this herd of tiny dick cock-suckers to pleasure us.” Barry explained, patting Brad on the head who was looking away trying not to make eye contact.
Stan's turned to Brad and asked sounding betrayed “Is this true?”
“I had to! Last night I was caught in a penis comparison competition at a party and knew if I didn’t participate they’d suspect something!” Brad tried to explain “I thought I was close enough to being normal sized no one would notice but then they got out the rulers and they were going to expose me unless I did something to prove I wasn’t a tiny dick sympathizer.”
“All right enough catching up," Barry interrupted "it's time for you worms to see what a real dick looks like”
All the intruders started unzipping their pants and hauling out their gigantic erections. Not a single one was under 9 inches and the biggest looked like Barry’s who looked to be pushing 16 inches. Barry walked up to Stan and pushed down on his shoulders into a kneeling position.
“Don’t worry everyone!” Stan tried to reassure us “As long as we remember our affirmations we’ll be fine! Remember ‘My penis is nothing to be ashamed of.’”
“Oh really” said Barry, pressing a boot gently onto Stan’s 3.5 inch erection. “You’re not embarrassed by this pitiful little worm?
“No.” Stan gulped and repeated himself less asssuredly, “My penis is nothing to be ashamed of.”
Barry smirked as he glided his foot up and down along the meager shaft. I saw the rest of the intruders gather every other small-dick into a huddle in the middle of the room. Each big-dick man then took a small-dick over an inch, and started fucking their throats with their colossal cocks. Brad was now sticking to the side of the room, he hadn’t taken a small-dick to pleasure him, nor was he masturbating. He just stood there watching everything unfold while his penis bounced up and down of it’s own accord.
Henry was sitting next to me jerking off his little half inch thimble. I asked what he was doing and he said he wanted to cum now before they had a chance to humiliate him so he wouldn’t lose his week of progress.
Meanwhile Stan continued chanting the same line over and over again.
“My penis is nothing to be ashamed of. My penis is nothing to be a-.” He gasped as a dribble of precum escaped the tip of his meager erection. “My penis is nothing to be...My penis is...My penis is nothing...My penis is nothing...nothing to be a—a—aaaaaahhh!”
As Stan let out a pleasured cry, Barry forced his thick sixteen inch cock down the opened mouth and Stan’s miniature stiffy ejaculated a wad of cum into his scraggly pubic hair before shrinking down to a little hard nub. As the S.H.R.I.M.P.S watched their support group leader yield, they all lost hope and surrender to the humiliation, allowing their dinky erections to cum. Muffled sobs could be heard through the thrusting of fat cocks as month’s of effort and sexual frustration were all lost in an instant.
After a few more minutes of vigorous sucking the enormous erections began ejaculating. Some S.H.R.I.M.P.S were forced to gag on semen while others got blasted right in the face and eyes. A few big dicked men elected to share the load, firing into the air, spraying all of us with a shower of semen.
The sights and sounds were too much for me to handle and even though I was not touching my one inch dicklet, it started squirting semen onto the floor and I lamented as it shrank back down to half an inch hard on.
“That was good fun” Barry chortled, “And it was all thanks to your little friend Brad.”
Stan’s jizz covered face looked back over at Brad. “How could you do this to us”
“I was just so close to being a real man,” Brad replied appologetically. His 6.5 inch cock was throbbing and dripping as he watched us all being degraded, “I couldn’t throw away a year of effort! I’m sorry!”
“Why are you apologizing to these pathetic tiny dick maggots? I thought you said you were a real man like us? A real man doesn’t have to explain himself to inferior little fags. What do you care what they think?” Barry turned to Brad and took a step towards him with an intense glare. Brad tried to take a step back but tripped over the pants down at his ankles and fell on his ass. Barry continued to approach. “Unless... maybe deep down you really are a microdick loser too.”
“N-No!” Brad stuttered as his erection bounced up and down eagerly, oozing precum all over the floorboards. “I-I-”
“Is that it? Don’t think you can handle being a real man with a real cock like this?” Barry laughed and waved his giant erection closer and closer to Brad’s face.
“Please no! I’m so close!” Brad begged but did nothing to resist as Barry’s still moist cock-head tickled the underside of Brad’s nose. “Oh god no, I’m so close. I-uuuuuguggh”
It was the most spectacular orgasm I had ever seen. Barry backed away just in time as Brad’s pulsing rod shot a blast of cum five feet into the air before landing on his face. Immediately we saw his erection begin to shrink while still remaining rock hard and continually firing a year’s worth of thick white semen. Each emission brought his pathetic boner down another inch until it was a half inch twitching dicklet.
“Guess you were just a small-dick failure after all.” Barry sneered. “Why don’t you go sit with the other losers.”
Brad didn’t even argue. He just got on his hands and knees and crawled over to us, dripping a trail of tears from his eyes and slime from his microdick along the way. Every member of S.H.R.I.M.P.S was now less than an inch long. Meanwhile the group of big-dick men all gathered together to discuss what to do with us. After a few minutes Barry turned to address us.
“All right, we’re gonna take one of you losers back with us to be our permanent slave and fuck toy.” Barry smirked “The rest of you can go back to your pathetic lives of playing pretend. Now which one will it be?”