(If you're new to this series, here's Chapter One)
Trey grabbed my arm, pulled it behind my back, and marched me into the club. I was no match for his physical strength. We entered a large, dimly lit room facing a dance floor. A heavy bass riff was pounding. The place was full of hot women, all types of women. More women than men, I thought. They outnumbered the lucky guys by about two to fucking one.
Then I noticed that most of the ‘lucky guys’ were black.
“This way,” said Trey, pointing in the direction of a broad staircase. Aubrey and her friends began to mount the stairs ahead of us. Despite my fear, I couldn’t help drooling at the girls’ hot, pear-shaped, asses as they swayed and jiggled. They were swaying their asses on purpose, I thought. They were fucking taunting me.
Trey pointed towards a VIP room. “In here,” he said.
The room consisted of a small stage surrounded by tables. To the rear was a champagne bar. “Get over there boy,” Trey said, releasing his grip on my arm and pushing me onto the stage.
The lighting at the tables was subdued but the spotlight on the stage was harsh and unforgiving. I just stood there like an oaf in the bright glare, watching the girls taking their seats.
“Oooh I’m looking forward to this,” said Carol as she sat checking her phone and crossing her luscious legs.
Honestly, Carol looked like she was desperate for a pole. Her pants were skin-tight, and I could see the outline of her big tits and prominent nipples under her blouse. Hell, all the bitches were hot. Despite my discomfort, I felt my cock twitch. I tried to concentrate on an empty table to the rear. Looking at those bitches made my balls ache. My desire for sex was intense.
As I stood waiting on the stage, more people began to file into the VIP room. Hot girls from the club downstairs, at least ten of them, and a few guys too. A group of five or six black girls on a bachelorette entered, looking ***** and unsteady in their high heels. Soon the room was full. A waiter was taking orders for drinks. There was quite a buzz in the air.
I needed to calm down. Sure, Aubrey and her spiteful friends had been laughing at me, I told myself. But surely this larger, ethnically-diverse crowd would have more sympathy with our cause. I resolved to give it my best shot.
After what seemed like about half an hour, Trey clapped his hands. “Okay, everyone. Settle down. Dis here’s Donny. He’s an incel and he gonna give a presentation about a movement called Incel Pride. He saying we discriminatin' against him and his ilk.”
A few members of the crowd clapped politely.
“Thanks for coming Donny,” Trey said. “Now why don’t ya introduce yourself?”
I took a few deep breaths... I was highly conscious of the bright light shining on my face, my blotchy skin, and bad teeth.
"Hi” I smiled “Hi. Er.. okay, well hello everyone, my name’s Donny, and I’ve been asked to…er...say a few words about our movement...and... …explain what we…”
“Jeez, isn’t he just gross!” Aubrey said audibly.
The harsh words stopped me right in my tracks. I couldn’t believe what the bitch had just said. I looked down at Aubrey, who was staring straight at me with a look of disdain on her face.
"Huh?" I said.
“Donny we all think you’re fucking gross,” Susan said.” Sorry but it needs to be said”.
There was a long silence followed by a few embarrassed giggles from the crowd. Like, people were waiting for my response. I was stunned but tried to continue, addressing the entire room now.
“You see guys that’s it. That’s the whole point” I said. “We just get treated like shit. It’s..it's like, we are routinely discriminated against for the way we look."
I glanced at the table of black girls, hoping for some hint of empathy or encouragement from them. A waiter was bringing them what looked like a large bucket of buffalo wings.
“I'm sure some of you guys have experienced discrimination in one form or another... “ I continued. “But... so...what I mean is some forms of discrimination are acknowledged and some aren't. We’re all aware of, say, racial or gender discrimination. What we want to raise awareness of…”
Then Carol raised her hand. She was clutching a leaflet.
“It says here facial discrimination is the Elephant Man in the room,” Carol said. “Is that right?”
“Well, yes, it means that it’s not ….”
“The Elephant Man was ugly. Does that mean you’re like him?” Carol asked.
There was another brief silence, then I distinctly heard a couple of female snickers.
“Well no no, er….it’s just a pun,” I said, addressing Carol now. “But but yes, facial discrimination is a…”
“Are you saying you’re not ugly like the Elephant Man?” Susan said. ”We all think you are.”
“Bitch, he more of a toad than an elephant” shouted one of the black girls. More people laughed.
“He is!” yelled Aubrey. “He looks like a toad”
“Mr. Toad! “Carol giggled.
Then Susan started guffawing out loud. Her laughter was infectious. More girls joined in. Everyone seemed to think it was fucking hysterical. My blotchy, uneven skin blushed red under the harsh light.
“Hey, Toad Boy!” I heard a black girl shout.
“Toad Boy!”
“He sure ugly like a toad”
Then I saw a couple of the black girls pointing at me.
“Toad Boy got a boner!” one of them shrieked
I looked down. To my horror, the rain had made my thin white pants and briefs almost see-thru. My raging three-inch erection was visible, even the outline of the tiny cock head.
“You got a tadpole in a ya pants boy?” the girl yelled.
There was no holding back the guffaws from the audience now. Everyone in the room was laughing. Shrieks of laughter were coming at me from all sides. I’d never felt so humiliated.
When the laughter finally subsided Aubrey raised her hand. “Er...is it true that incels have tiny dicks?” she said.
I tried to answer, blushing and fumbling for words. “Well, er...”
Then I glanced to my right. Carol had her legs spread crudely, one of her heels on the floor, the other on a low stool. Her leather jeans were so tight I swear I could see the outline of her fat pussy lips.
“Well, er...I don’t think they always have small penises. Not always” I continued, fixing my gaze on the wall and away from the girls. “But sure, penis size can be one of the things that trigger discrimination, along with appearance and er….”
“Have you got a tiny dick?” Aubrey said.
I had no reply.
“Can we see it?” Carol said. “Go on, give it a peek”
“Hey, Toad Boy,” said one of the black girls. “We wanna see your white meat”
I was frozen. I felt like a rabbit in the headlights. I was blushing bright red and didn’t know what to do.
“Let’s see how you measure up, bitch!”
“Show us your man meat”
Then Trey walked right up to me, clutched my chin in his big fist, and squeezed, hard. “Come on boy, show the bitches what you packing,” he said. “Get your pants off right now or we start breaking bones.”
I was in no doubt that he was serious.
“You heard what he said you little bitch. Strip for us or Trey will beat you” Aubrey said spitefully.
“Yeah, strip, Toad Boy,” Susan said.
I had no choice. I needed to take off my shoes before I could remove my pants. Then I started to undo my belt. Finally, I closed my eyes tight and dropped my pants and briefs to the floor, exposing my tiny, fully-erect penis to everyone’s gaze. The laughter began once again, even louder this time. Aubrey, who was necking champagne, almost fell off her seat in mirth.
“What the fuck is that?”
“Donnie got a shrimp dick!!”
“Aww, look, it’s a baby dick. How cute.”
“Tadpole dick!”
I kept my eyes firmly closed.
“No wonder no one wants to fuck him”
“Eeeewww“
“Hey, maybe we can make him look less ugly.”
“Yeah! We should put some make-up on him.”
I opened my eyes to see Aubrey and Susan sauntering up to me, both clutching their make-up bags. I closed my eyes again.
"Noooooo..." I said.
“Hold still Donny”
I was beyond caring. I just submitted to it. Both bitches were pressing their hot bodies against me as they worked my face. Blusher, eyeliner, and lipstick were applied. I didn’t do anything to stop them. I just let them have their fun.
Finally, Susan and Aubrey stepped away and turned me around to face the audience. Again, the crowd shrieked with laughter. I was humiliated beyond belief.
“No fucking better,” Carol said, her legs still spread. “You’re still an ugly bitch Donny.”
Then a black guy wearing a suit walked through the door “Hey Trey, we need in the room man,” he said.
“Don’t worry bro,“ Trey said. “We about finished here. I was just bout to kick the little bitch out.“
Trey then strode up to me, placed me in an arm lock, and started marching me through the crowd to a door marked “emergency exit”. I began to panic. I was still naked from the waist down, my small cock on display.
Through the door was a stairwell. As we started to descend the stairs I started to plead.
“Wait, please buddy, please” I begged Trey. “Please man, I don’t have any pants on…. PLEASE.”
Then, on the stairwell below, I saw a muscular black guy vigorously fucking a fully clothed woman from behind. They were both standing, and she was pressed to the wall. Her dress had been hoisted up, her panties pushed to the side, and his impossibly-thick cock was sliding in and out of her, stretching her wide. The bitch was groaning loudly, obviously loving the rut. I heard the sound of their fucking. Squelch, squelch squelch.
“Please, man, please, you gotta give me something to wear.” I pleaded again to Trey.
Then the guy who was fucking the woman withdrew his cock. He reached up her leg to her shapely ass and began to peel her panties down. The girl wiggled her ass and stepped out of them, purring like a fucking bitch in heat.
She glanced around and I saw that it was Emily, the hot bitch who had flirted with me in the line. ”Oh hello Donny,” she said in that posh British accent of hers.
“Here, take these buddy,” the guy said, handing me Emily’s wet panties. ”
“Oooh, fuck, please, put it back in,” I heard Emily say. “Please. I need it. Shaft me. I’m fucking gagging for it. Oooh yes, shaft me”
Squelch, squelch squelch….
Trey then grabbed my chin in his hand, forcing me to look into his eyes. “Any one of those bitches upstairs be on my pole later, any one I choose,” Trey said. “What ya think about dat incel boy?
”Ugh I…uh” I couldn’t think of a reply.
Trey then bundled me down the remaining stairs and opened the exterior door “I’d kick your ass but I’d rather save me energy for bitches,” he said. “Now get the fuck out of here before I change my mind.”
He pushed me out of the door and slammed it closed.
I landed on my ass in a dark alleyway. It was freezing. I was wearing just a light jacket, t-shirt and socks. I immediately pulled on Emily’s panties. They were soaking wet but covered my small penis. Snow was settling on the ground, and slush puddles were forming.
Then, by a trash can I spotted an old pair of heeled sandals. I tried them on, and they fitted my small feet. They’d make me look even more ridiculous, I thought. But there could be any kind of shit under that snow. I needed to get home, and fast. Nothing could be more humiliating than what I’d just experienced, I reasoned.
Chapter Seven
Trey grabbed my arm, pulled it behind my back, and marched me into the club. I was no match for his physical strength. We entered a large, dimly lit room facing a dance floor. A heavy bass riff was pounding. The place was full of hot women, all types of women. More women than men, I thought. They outnumbered the lucky guys by about two to fucking one.
Then I noticed that most of the ‘lucky guys’ were black.
“This way,” said Trey, pointing in the direction of a broad staircase. Aubrey and her friends began to mount the stairs ahead of us. Despite my fear, I couldn’t help drooling at the girls’ hot, pear-shaped, asses as they swayed and jiggled. They were swaying their asses on purpose, I thought. They were fucking taunting me.
Trey pointed towards a VIP room. “In here,” he said.
The room consisted of a small stage surrounded by tables. To the rear was a champagne bar. “Get over there boy,” Trey said, releasing his grip on my arm and pushing me onto the stage.
The lighting at the tables was subdued but the spotlight on the stage was harsh and unforgiving. I just stood there like an oaf in the bright glare, watching the girls taking their seats.
“Oooh I’m looking forward to this,” said Carol as she sat checking her phone and crossing her luscious legs.
Honestly, Carol looked like she was desperate for a pole. Her pants were skin-tight, and I could see the outline of her big tits and prominent nipples under her blouse. Hell, all the bitches were hot. Despite my discomfort, I felt my cock twitch. I tried to concentrate on an empty table to the rear. Looking at those bitches made my balls ache. My desire for sex was intense.
As I stood waiting on the stage, more people began to file into the VIP room. Hot girls from the club downstairs, at least ten of them, and a few guys too. A group of five or six black girls on a bachelorette entered, looking ***** and unsteady in their high heels. Soon the room was full. A waiter was taking orders for drinks. There was quite a buzz in the air.
I needed to calm down. Sure, Aubrey and her spiteful friends had been laughing at me, I told myself. But surely this larger, ethnically-diverse crowd would have more sympathy with our cause. I resolved to give it my best shot.
After what seemed like about half an hour, Trey clapped his hands. “Okay, everyone. Settle down. Dis here’s Donny. He’s an incel and he gonna give a presentation about a movement called Incel Pride. He saying we discriminatin' against him and his ilk.”
A few members of the crowd clapped politely.
“Thanks for coming Donny,” Trey said. “Now why don’t ya introduce yourself?”
I took a few deep breaths... I was highly conscious of the bright light shining on my face, my blotchy skin, and bad teeth.
"Hi” I smiled “Hi. Er.. okay, well hello everyone, my name’s Donny, and I’ve been asked to…er...say a few words about our movement...and... …explain what we…”
“Jeez, isn’t he just gross!” Aubrey said audibly.
The harsh words stopped me right in my tracks. I couldn’t believe what the bitch had just said. I looked down at Aubrey, who was staring straight at me with a look of disdain on her face.
"Huh?" I said.
“Donny we all think you’re fucking gross,” Susan said.” Sorry but it needs to be said”.
There was a long silence followed by a few embarrassed giggles from the crowd. Like, people were waiting for my response. I was stunned but tried to continue, addressing the entire room now.
“You see guys that’s it. That’s the whole point” I said. “We just get treated like shit. It’s..it's like, we are routinely discriminated against for the way we look."
I glanced at the table of black girls, hoping for some hint of empathy or encouragement from them. A waiter was bringing them what looked like a large bucket of buffalo wings.
“I'm sure some of you guys have experienced discrimination in one form or another... “ I continued. “But... so...what I mean is some forms of discrimination are acknowledged and some aren't. We’re all aware of, say, racial or gender discrimination. What we want to raise awareness of…”
Then Carol raised her hand. She was clutching a leaflet.
“It says here facial discrimination is the Elephant Man in the room,” Carol said. “Is that right?”
“Well, yes, it means that it’s not ….”
“The Elephant Man was ugly. Does that mean you’re like him?” Carol asked.
There was another brief silence, then I distinctly heard a couple of female snickers.
“Well no no, er….it’s just a pun,” I said, addressing Carol now. “But but yes, facial discrimination is a…”
“Are you saying you’re not ugly like the Elephant Man?” Susan said. ”We all think you are.”
“Bitch, he more of a toad than an elephant” shouted one of the black girls. More people laughed.
“He is!” yelled Aubrey. “He looks like a toad”
“Mr. Toad! “Carol giggled.
Then Susan started guffawing out loud. Her laughter was infectious. More girls joined in. Everyone seemed to think it was fucking hysterical. My blotchy, uneven skin blushed red under the harsh light.
“Hey, Toad Boy!” I heard a black girl shout.
“Toad Boy!”
“He sure ugly like a toad”
Then I saw a couple of the black girls pointing at me.
“Toad Boy got a boner!” one of them shrieked
I looked down. To my horror, the rain had made my thin white pants and briefs almost see-thru. My raging three-inch erection was visible, even the outline of the tiny cock head.
“You got a tadpole in a ya pants boy?” the girl yelled.
There was no holding back the guffaws from the audience now. Everyone in the room was laughing. Shrieks of laughter were coming at me from all sides. I’d never felt so humiliated.
When the laughter finally subsided Aubrey raised her hand. “Er...is it true that incels have tiny dicks?” she said.
I tried to answer, blushing and fumbling for words. “Well, er...”
Then I glanced to my right. Carol had her legs spread crudely, one of her heels on the floor, the other on a low stool. Her leather jeans were so tight I swear I could see the outline of her fat pussy lips.
“Well, er...I don’t think they always have small penises. Not always” I continued, fixing my gaze on the wall and away from the girls. “But sure, penis size can be one of the things that trigger discrimination, along with appearance and er….”
“Have you got a tiny dick?” Aubrey said.
I had no reply.
“Can we see it?” Carol said. “Go on, give it a peek”
“Hey, Toad Boy,” said one of the black girls. “We wanna see your white meat”
I was frozen. I felt like a rabbit in the headlights. I was blushing bright red and didn’t know what to do.
“Let’s see how you measure up, bitch!”
“Show us your man meat”
Then Trey walked right up to me, clutched my chin in his big fist, and squeezed, hard. “Come on boy, show the bitches what you packing,” he said. “Get your pants off right now or we start breaking bones.”
I was in no doubt that he was serious.
“You heard what he said you little bitch. Strip for us or Trey will beat you” Aubrey said spitefully.
“Yeah, strip, Toad Boy,” Susan said.
I had no choice. I needed to take off my shoes before I could remove my pants. Then I started to undo my belt. Finally, I closed my eyes tight and dropped my pants and briefs to the floor, exposing my tiny, fully-erect penis to everyone’s gaze. The laughter began once again, even louder this time. Aubrey, who was necking champagne, almost fell off her seat in mirth.
“What the fuck is that?”
“Donnie got a shrimp dick!!”
“Aww, look, it’s a baby dick. How cute.”
“Tadpole dick!”
I kept my eyes firmly closed.
“No wonder no one wants to fuck him”
“Eeeewww“
“Hey, maybe we can make him look less ugly.”
“Yeah! We should put some make-up on him.”
I opened my eyes to see Aubrey and Susan sauntering up to me, both clutching their make-up bags. I closed my eyes again.
"Noooooo..." I said.
“Hold still Donny”
I was beyond caring. I just submitted to it. Both bitches were pressing their hot bodies against me as they worked my face. Blusher, eyeliner, and lipstick were applied. I didn’t do anything to stop them. I just let them have their fun.
Finally, Susan and Aubrey stepped away and turned me around to face the audience. Again, the crowd shrieked with laughter. I was humiliated beyond belief.
“No fucking better,” Carol said, her legs still spread. “You’re still an ugly bitch Donny.”
Then a black guy wearing a suit walked through the door “Hey Trey, we need in the room man,” he said.
“Don’t worry bro,“ Trey said. “We about finished here. I was just bout to kick the little bitch out.“
Trey then strode up to me, placed me in an arm lock, and started marching me through the crowd to a door marked “emergency exit”. I began to panic. I was still naked from the waist down, my small cock on display.
Through the door was a stairwell. As we started to descend the stairs I started to plead.
“Wait, please buddy, please” I begged Trey. “Please man, I don’t have any pants on…. PLEASE.”
Then, on the stairwell below, I saw a muscular black guy vigorously fucking a fully clothed woman from behind. They were both standing, and she was pressed to the wall. Her dress had been hoisted up, her panties pushed to the side, and his impossibly-thick cock was sliding in and out of her, stretching her wide. The bitch was groaning loudly, obviously loving the rut. I heard the sound of their fucking. Squelch, squelch squelch.
“Please, man, please, you gotta give me something to wear.” I pleaded again to Trey.
Then the guy who was fucking the woman withdrew his cock. He reached up her leg to her shapely ass and began to peel her panties down. The girl wiggled her ass and stepped out of them, purring like a fucking bitch in heat.
She glanced around and I saw that it was Emily, the hot bitch who had flirted with me in the line. ”Oh hello Donny,” she said in that posh British accent of hers.
“Here, take these buddy,” the guy said, handing me Emily’s wet panties. ”
“Oooh, fuck, please, put it back in,” I heard Emily say. “Please. I need it. Shaft me. I’m fucking gagging for it. Oooh yes, shaft me”
Squelch, squelch squelch….
Trey then grabbed my chin in his hand, forcing me to look into his eyes. “Any one of those bitches upstairs be on my pole later, any one I choose,” Trey said. “What ya think about dat incel boy?
”Ugh I…uh” I couldn’t think of a reply.
Trey then bundled me down the remaining stairs and opened the exterior door “I’d kick your ass but I’d rather save me energy for bitches,” he said. “Now get the fuck out of here before I change my mind.”
He pushed me out of the door and slammed it closed.
I landed on my ass in a dark alleyway. It was freezing. I was wearing just a light jacket, t-shirt and socks. I immediately pulled on Emily’s panties. They were soaking wet but covered my small penis. Snow was settling on the ground, and slush puddles were forming.
Then, by a trash can I spotted an old pair of heeled sandals. I tried them on, and they fitted my small feet. They’d make me look even more ridiculous, I thought. But there could be any kind of shit under that snow. I needed to get home, and fast. Nothing could be more humiliating than what I’d just experienced, I reasoned.
Chapter Seven
