The Catcalling Comeuppance

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Since I was younger, I didn’t want to follow in my father’s footsteps as a construction worker. As someone who graduated as the valedictorian in high school, I received a full-ride to Stanford University to pursue a degree in Forensics. Once I arrived at university, I became more out of place as someone who was now “ordinary.” I was the hottest and brightest guy in high school with a promising future. I was even voted the most likely to succeed out of everyone. No one would have predicted I would fail university, but I learned higher education isn’t for everyone. I felt stuck in my high school glory days.

I returned home with my pride and wanted to get a job, but I needed to gain practical experience. I had my eyes set on getting an office job because I was too good for physical labor. It’s not that I couldn’t do it, but I was just better than that. After months of applying for jobs with hurtful rejections, I swallowed my pride. I accepted a referral from my dad at a construction company.

I was stationed to fix an old warehouse because a new company would be occupying it shortly. Many people didn’t travel to this isolated area, but you would get a couple of people walking by. The crew was mostly made up of older Hispanic guys in their 40s. I was the rookie, and the other guys didn’t shy away from reminding me. It was slightly irritating, but I actually enjoyed my work. Apparently, everything came full circle.

I became too comfortable because I made the biggest mistake of catcalling an attractive girl who walked by. She wore high heels and was probably a worker at the local strip club near the warehouse. This was my chance to prove myself and finally fit in. I didn’t want to be the oddball out anymore. I was under the impression that proving your manhood was a rite of passage, so the crew would no longer see me as an inexperienced rookie. They treated me like a child, but I wanted to be taken seriously.

I whistled and shouted, “Look what is walking by. Those are huge tits, and I can’t imagine what I would do to you in the bedroom.”

She continued to walk past us and rolled her eyes. She didn’t even acknowledge me.

Some of them laughed, but most of them looked offended.

The foreman, Jose, talked to me to the side, “Grant, we know you are new here, but we don’t do that here. We don’t disrespect anyone walking by. We have a job to do.”

I thought he was joking and played it off, “Sure, okay, boss.”

“I ain’t playing, boy, don’t do it again.”

What an arrogant prick, I thought to myself. Jose was just jealous that I was more attractive and younger than him. The next girl walking by would be berated even harder because of what he said.

As we unloaded tools and equipment a day later, another girl strode past us, even more, attractive than the first one I hit on. This was another golden opportunity to display my masculinity in front of these guys.

“Check out the bitch walking past us. If I were alone at night, who knows what I would do to that perky ass of yours–“

Jose looked at me with demanding dissatisfaction, “What did I tell you yesterday–“

“I would launch my massive cock in your juicy sweet spot and dance in heaven–“

“That’s enough, Grant.”

“You are one sexy girl, and I would love to pop your charming cherry.”

I looked at the girl, and she didn’t even look at me. She gave me no attention, and it was like I didn’t even exist. Jose ran up to me, grabbed me by the shoulders, and dragged me to his office.

I was appalled he would embarrass me like that in front of the entire crew.

Trying to act tough, I yelled, “How dare you treat me that way–“

“Boy, shut your pie hole. I already warned you that we don’t do that here.”

“I don’t care. I am doing a good job, so you have nothing on me.”

“Your father would be ashamed of your disrespectful behavior. That isn’t the man he would ever raise. You are doing a terrible job representing him and your family. I’m sorry, but I need to extend disciplinary measures.”

I acted scared, and you could hear it in my voice, “Ooh! What are you gonna do to me?”

He looked at his pad with a sigh, then at me with a smirk.

“I was going to give you a demerit for your obscenity, but that won’t give the real-life spanking you need to learn a proper lesson. We need to do something else to drill inside your blockhead that this isn’t the place to be offensive.”

He grabbed my hand, hauled me to the crew, and announced to everyone, “Guys, we have another arrogant youngster here who can’t control his urge to be a repulsive chauvinist. What are we going to do?”

They all looked at me with scandalous smiles and said in unison, “The usual.”

Jose laughed, “That’s exactly what I was thinking.”

They all creepily surrounded me and grabbed me.

I screamed, “What the hell do you think you are doing–“

“How we treat obnoxious, undisciplined boys around here who can’t manage their libido. Now, shut up!”

One of them covered my mouth with their istanbul travesti dirty hand. They grabbed my shoes and socks and took them off me. They stripped my shirt and touched my tight abs. They were laughing while they were doing this to me.

“Check out the pretty boy’s hairless abs, almost like a woman’s.”

They mocked my slim body because most of them were overweight. They were jealous that my toned body was beautiful compared to their misshapen bodies. After some childish pokes at my body, they proceeded to undo my belt, unbutton my jeans, and slowly unzip my fly. My face burned in this nightmare as they tortured me. They brought down the jeans to my ankles. They were going to strip me completely naked, and I wouldn’t let that happen. I was squirming so much, but it didn’t stop them. I kicked one of them in the face, which they did not appreciate.

“Hey, don’t do that to your own crew member. This is going to be even more satisfying now.”

They kept laughing at my body, even more so now that they had the upper hand over me. They removed my jeans from me and threw them in a puddle of sewer water. I was left just in my tight underwear, which had several embarrassing holes.

“Check out his bulge if you can even find one. There isn’t much going on inside his chonies. Boy, what’s going on down there?”

Jose hooked his thumbs in the waistband of my underwear and asked, “Are you all ready for the big reveal?”

They enthusiastically nodded their heads with venomous delight.

“Let’s see what you are hiding from us, big boy.”

He ripped my undies right off my manly body, leaving me completely naked in front of around 50 brawny men. Suddenly, my body felt feminine compared to theirs. Looking at my tiny, in-shape body compared to their mannish, big guts made me feel womanly and emasculated. They all instantly darted at my abnormal crotch.

I didn’t mention it, but I had the tiniest penis anyone’s probably ever seen. The crew member’s enlarged eyes scrutinizing and judging my really, unbelievably small penis almost had me in tears. I knew it was over for me as they saw my petite, shameful secret right before them. I conserved my little, hairless, one-inch penis from everyone in all my years. No one has ever seen it before.

The sensational silence garnered by these men felt like a slow-motioned lifetime. They began laughing incredibly loud upon seeing my little bouncing acorn as I squirmed around like a tiny earthworm. Even though an earthworm would probably be way more giant than my teeny pink worm. My life flashed before me, and I closed my eyes after reaching the inevitable conclusion.

Jose looked at my crotch with curiosity and asked, “Holmes, what is wrong with your dick? Were you in an accident, or maybe you were born with just some birth defect? Speak, boy.”

I wasn’t going to give them the satisfaction they got inside my head.

They let go of my mouth so I could talk, “There is nothing wrong with me. This is my dick, and that’s the end of it.”

“Can you really call this a dick?”

I yelled, “Of course you can. What are you looking at?”

“Boy, what do you see? Look at it.”

They grabbed my head and forced me to look at my little, tiny wee-wee.

“Look how damn tiny it is. I’m surprised you can even see it from where you are.”

Jose grabbed it with two fingers and wriggled it right before me.

“I’m grabbing the whole thing with two fingers. Damn, homeboy, that is the smallest penis I have ever seen in my life. I have two young boys at home that are way bigger than you. That is just sad, baby boy.”

He kept flicking the little guy back and forth. They wouldn’t quit laughing at my shortcomings.

“I mean, this baby pee-pee would make sense if your mama was knocked up by a midget, but your father is tall and bulky. This is what every man fears he will have. I guess your father’s cock skipped a generation, and you were left with a little twiggy tee-tee.”

They all continued to laugh. Unfortunately, they grabbed their phones to record closeups of my little cock.

One of them narrated, “As you can see, little Grant here is being punished for being a big-mouthed catcalling misogynist. His attitude really reflects what he is packing. He told us when he whips it out in front of the ladies, they either kick him out or just laugh mercilessly in his face, like he deserves. Men with micropenises should carry both tweezers to pull it out or a magnifying glass, so she doesn’t have trouble finding it.”

Each one grabbed my penis and kept flicking it back and forth.

“How you gonna claim you are a macho man with a big dick when all you have is this little grape.”

“Guys, enough of that. Let’s continue with what we have planned for little Grant here.”

Another guy left and returned with a sharpie marker, ruler, and handcuffs. It wasn’t over, I thought in my head. What more did they have planned for me?

“We have a kit we always have handy in case we need to deal with nasty boys like you.”

Jose travesti istanbul took the sharpie marker and wrote on my stomach, “Humiliate this catcaller’s baby dick.”

“Now, let’s see how tiny it really is.”

They placed the ruler next to my little bitty baby cocklette.

Jose was shocked, “Oh my goodness, it is only half an inch. That must be a world record.”

I shouted, “Shut up, it is an inch long.”

They all laughed, and Jose said, “That isn’t the flex you think it is and only hurts your case, micro-man.

Jose wrote, “half-inch” on my stomach. They picked me up and lugged me to the nearest pole by the street.

“You can’t leave me here. I could be arrested.”

“Calm down, you micro-dicked fool. This area is a little busier, but only by a little, like your little package there. Even if the cops come by, you can just explain to them why you are here in the first place.”

He grabbed my arms, placed them behind my back around the pole, and handcuffed my hands. This left me utterly powerless and naked in public where anyone could see me. He reached down and grabbed my little cock with his cold hands.

“I still can’t get over how tiny your penis is. Have you ever been with a girl before?”

I looked down and said, “Once, but she told her friends she wanted to have sex with me so bad, but my micropenis wouldn’t even penetrate her vaginal lips.”

He looked at my dicklette and said, “Haha, I can’t say I blame her.”

Everyone left and laughed at my little penis, except Jose, who stayed.

“I will stay with you and make sure no one tries to help you escape. This is a fate you deserve. I still can’t believe I am standing next to what would be better labeled a toddler. That’s what you are where it counts in the lovemaking department, right?”

The worst part was that it was pretty cold outside, and I felt my little shrimp shrink to an even smaller nub. My manhood could barely be seen.

He saw and laughed, “Boy, you are packing nothing now. Isn’t shrinkage a fantastic thing for someone like you? You don’t even have any balls.”

As he was laughing, an attractive woman, the one I catcalled the day before, walked by. She looked at my little penis and laughed to herself.

“Wow, what is going on with your groin? You’ve got a tiny, little weenie pecker,” she said. She looked at Jose and asked, “Is this your kid?”

“Hey, I am not a kid.”

She giggled, “Oh my, I am sorry. You can understand why I would be confused when confronted by a man with a shaftless putz. I remember you from yesterday, actually. You were the guy who catcalled me. It is nice to see you in your rightful place after disrespecting me. You’ve got the tiniest little willy I have ever seen. I mean, what do you even do with it?”

Jose budded in and said, “I don’t know what you are getting at because he doesn’t do anything with it. He is a little virgin boy with no sexual experience.”

“It should actually be locked up in a chastity cage. There is no use for such a little micro-peen here.”

Jose laughed, “It is super tiny, isn’t it? I feel bad for his father, who has this guy to show for his worth. His father must be ashamed for having a boy with such an incredibly tiny penis, maybe ever recorded in history, I am guessing.”

“Do you have anything to say for treating me like dirt?”

I stammered, “Yes, ma’am–“

“Ahem, mistress.”

“Yes, mistress, I am sorry for how I treated you.”

She looked at my teeny tiny little peter and laughed, “You should also be sorry for any girl, who is interested in you, you dickless fool. You better be ready to apologize for giving her false hope when she sees this. You should get one of those ‘I have a tiny cock’ shirts. Are you remorseful for having this pitiful half-inch micro-cockle excuse of a dick?

I couldn’t say anything, but Jose helped.

“Grant, tell the nice lady you are sorry.”

“I am sorry for having a little needle dick incapable of making anyone feel anything. I have basically nothing between my legs.”

She knelt down, looking at my dick, “That’s a good boy. You better be good, you little inchy winchy baby spring. Before I go, let’s take a selfie.”

She took a picture of her and me. She put her small arm around me and gave me the small penis symbol. She took another one where she squatted down and laughed at my micropenis.

She pulled out a cigarette and compared it to my stunted, diminutive penis, “Haha, it is way smaller than my little cigarette,” she said. She lit her cigarette and started smoking. “I am sure you won’t get any action with this nublette. I am a pro and would love to service you, but you must pay an expensive fee. It will be even more pricey for you because I won’t enjoy any of it. I am over there at that strip joint if you ever find yourself sexually frustrated, which you will. Bye, little baby.”

She tugged at my little penis and left, which caused Jose to laugh, “Damn boy, that was rough.”

“That was so humiliating. Why are you guys doing this istanbul travestileri to me?”

“Because you need to learn that you can’t treat people like crap, especially when packing a little baby tinkle down there. I’ve seen your type before, a pretty boy like you. You were probably adored in high school, but you couldn’t handle being normal after you graduated. You are probably also frustrated that you were born with a pathetic, shriveled, wrinkled pinky. Am I right, holmes?

“Okay, I see now. Yes, you are right.”

“It must be hard, but you must learn to be good.”

There was an awkward silence for a while until I needed to pee.

I started moaning, “Jose, I need to piss.”

“For starters, you aren’t allowed to use that word. You go potty with your little teeny weenie. Start again.”

“Jose, I need to potty.”

“You must have difficulty finding it when you need to pee-pee. You aren’t leaving this spot, so just go right here.”

“No way, I can’t do that.”

“Too bad, then.”

I groaned, “Fine.”

It took me a while, but my tiny little minuscule tinkle started peeing.

Jose saw, “Aww, look at the tiny petito go, you’ve got a small ass micropenis. I would beat my boy if he had a penis so small and pathetic.”

He smacked my little ass to show his power over me and the little maggot-sized dick.

“You should be riddled with sickening guilt.”

He wiggled my pee-pee so that all the piss would come out.

Many cars honked their horns. Some others walked by and giggled at my tiny, little penis. It was pretty uneventful until an attractive young woman walked up to us. I recognized her from high school. Her name was Michelle.

She laughed offensively, “Oh my goodness, what do we have here? Grant, is that you?”

“Hello, Michelle.”

Jose looked confused, “You two know each other?”

“Yes, we attended high school together. He treated me like crap because I wasn’t ‘popular’ like him. Now I understand why you were angry. You have aggressive micropenis energy. Too bad we can’t all have big, mega schlongs.”

“Looks like the tables have turned. We are punishing him for acting out and cat-calling people passing by.”

“How typical of him. I can’t believe this entire time when I was crushing on you, you had this itty bitty hairless penis. I couldn’t imagine how I would react to seeing something so unsavory and off-putting. Thank god you never gave me a chance. This is just unacceptable for anyone to have something so tiny and useless. I feel sick to my stomach.”

She couldn’t stop laughing at my little member. Her laughter caused my little milk-dud goober to shrink even more to the point where nothing was between my legs except a scared little nub head barely poking out.

“Aww, the little guy is scared to come out. I won’t hurt you, little ding-a-ling. Look at the little slugger. Does that work? Or little jimmy? Baby carrot? Little cardigan button? Angry inch?”

Jose interrupted, “How about a millimeter monster?”

“Is a millimeter too big to describe Grant’s clit here?

“You’ve got a good point. He might be transgender.”

“He probably is. This petite puny penile is a transgender man’s hormone-enlarged clit before gender reassignment surgery. I am excited for you to transition. You will get more activity as a woman with a tiny clit than a man who can’t measure up.”

Jose laughed and said, “He would be a good girl.”

“I want to see how tiny it is when it’s hard.”

“Good luck. That thing has been tiny and soft all day.”

She massaged my little penis and touched me all over, but it didn’t do the trick. She caressed my butt cheeks, but still nothing.

“There must be something that will excite him. Maybe he is a sissy cuck. Come here, you brown daddy.”

Jose and Michelle began making out and touching each other. She revealed her giant tit, and he pulled out his enormous cock. I felt my small pee-pee grow. After seeing them enjoy each other, my entire dick stood at full attention.

“Aww, he is a little cuck boy.”

She placed her pinky next to my hard chode, “His hard dicklette is smaller than my pinky. I will have more pleasure masturbating with my pinky than your thimble-sized cock.”

Jose measured it with his ruler, “That is expected. It is hard at an inch.”

She covered her mouth and laughed, “Holy shit. That has to be the smallest penis mankind has produced. I can’t believe it. I want to pay it forward because of how horrible this guy treated me in high school.”

She pulled out her phone and recorded my wet, hard dingle.

“This is Grant Lopez, the most popular guy in high school. Look at how tiny his hard penis is. I thought he was a stud, but I don’t believe that anymore. Talk to the camera, Grant, and tell your fans what they need to hear.”

I was a defeated man and succumbed to her cruel ultimatum.

“This is going to be released anyways. You might as well admit and acknowledge who you really are.”

She backed away, so you could see me entirely.

“Okay, I am Grant Lopez, and I have the smallest penis known to man. It is just a tragic undersized nubbin incapable of pleasuring anyone.”

She came closer and filmed closeups of my penis bouncing around as she flicked it.