Acorn

by Ziel   

Travis scores an interview at a trendy diner that he had never heard of before. The servers all have a very defining trait. Could Travis really be the type of guy they are looking for here?

Travis fidgeted in his seat while the interviewer looked over his resume. On one hand, it was a relief to know that someone was actually looking at his resume. More often than not, places he had applied had just thrown it in the trash without even giving it a second glance, but on the other hand, interviews were always stressful. The already tense situation was amplified by the abundance of incredibly hot guys all around. The interviewer himself was a smoking hot silver fox that Travis figured must be in his upper forties at least, yet despite his age and salt and pepper hair, the guy looked as fit as any of the jocks that Travis had seen at the gym.

“Impressive resume,” Dave, the interviewer, commented before setting the stapled stack of papers aside. “But truth be told, it was unnecessary. You came highly recommended, and, between you and me, you definitely look like you belong here.”

“Uh… thank you…” Travis replied awkwardly. He tried his best to keep the blush from overwhelming his cheeks, but it was clear that he was flustered by the comment. It was hard for him to believe that he belonged in a place like this, a place that was packed with the hottest guys that Travis had ever seen.

It was clear from the moment that he had stepped into the lobby that this place was something else. The greeter at the podium was an incredibly lithe guy clad in nothing but a tiny waist apron that barely covered the goods, and as Travis made his way into the dining room, he quickly realized that the rest of the wait staff was clad and cut in much the same way. Everywhere he looked he saw fit guys with aprons that were little bigger than post-it notes hanging around their hips.

The tiny aprons were roughly the same height and width as a fanny pack, but were much sleeker. The pockets on these garments were just large enough to hold a pen and a small pad of paper. The narrow strip of fabric barely even had enough space for the word ACORN, the name of this establishment, to be sewn in.

Dave waved one of the servers over. One of the hot guys in a tiny apron scurried over. Travis recognized the guy instantly. Curtis was a guy that Travis had in a couple of his classes. They had spoken a few times before, but Travis wasn’t sure if he’d claim to be more than a passing acquaintance. Curtis seemed excited to see him there, though.

“Hey, Travis! I hoped you’d take us up on the offer,” Curtis said.

“Y-yeah. I’ll be honest. I’d never heard of this place before, but I could use the work,” Travis replied. He then quickly turned to face the interviewer and replied, “N-not to sound disinterested! I’m impressed with what I have seen so far!”

Dave laughed in response. “It’s fine. I understand. We don’t advertise, so we rely on word of mouth to grow our business. It doesn’t surprise me that you haven’t heard of us, but I believe that you’d fit right in here.”

Dave turned his attention towards Curtis. “Bring us some water,” Dave said and then gave Curtis a wave to dismiss him.

Curtis nodded and gave the pair a bow before turning to make his way back towards the kitchen. Travis tried to keep his attention on the interviewer, but as he watched Curtis turn and walk back towards the kitchen, Travis couldn’t keep his eyes from drifting towards Curtis’s exposed backside.

It wasn’t that Travis was checking the guy out– at least, that wasn’t the entire reason he was looking. He was trying to see if Curtis had some thong or something similar on under his apron, but as far as Travis could see, Curtis was freeballing.

“I think you’d look very good in our uniform,” Dave said with a chuckle.

Busted! Dave had clearly seen Travis checking out Curtis’s bare ass. It was a fantastic ass, but Travis was trying to seem professional, here!

Travis quickly snapped his attention back towards the interviewer. “I… Sorry. It’s just that I was thinking if I had to hang brain like that, I don’t think the apron would be long enough,” Travis replied with a nervous chuckle.

To his surprise, Dave found the comment quite hilarious. His loud laughter carried throughout the entire dining room.

“Don’t worry. We don’t expect you to ‘Hang Brain’ until you feel comfortable. We’ve got some things you can wear under your apron to keep your modesty… until you decide you don’t need it anymore,” Dave explained.

“The modesty or the… thing you mentioned?” Travis asked.

“Either one,” Dave responded with another jovial laugh.

There was a tense moment where Travis waited for Dave to stop laughing. It wasn’t a bad laugh. Dave seemed genuinely kind and well meaning, but Travis was extremely high strung even on the best days. Being in an interview just sent his nerves into overdrive regardless of how personable his interviewer seemed to be.

The sound of something metallic falling to the ground distracted Dave from his own quip. He perked up at the sound and began to clap. His clapping spread throughout the room until soon, all the servers except for one had begun clapping.

Travis winced. He had flashbacks to his previous serving job. He knew it was just a thing that people did. People would clap if a waiter dropped the dishes or something, but he never understood it. It seemed kind of mean, and it definitely didn’t fit the atmosphere of a place like this.

Dave seemed to noticed Travis’s reaction. “Don’t worry. It’s a rite of passage around here. That sound means that one of our new hires has graduated,” Dave said with a chuckle.

“So that sound means an angel got their wings?” Travis asked.

“I like that one! I’ll have to use it next time!” Dave said with another jovial laugh.

Travis waited for another tense moment for Dave to stop laughing before chiming in with, “I see… so… is there another interview? When will I hear back?” Travis asked.

“I think I’ve seen enough. You’ve got the job. You’re welcome to start as soon as you are able,” Dave said. He reached across the table to shake Travis’s hand.

“Wow. Just like that?” Travis asked.

“Just like that. Do you have plans for this afternoon? If you have an hour or so, I bet Curtis would love to train you,” Dave said.

“Uh… I don’t have any plans, but this is a little sudden,” Travis replied.

“Do you need time to think about my offer? I can give you my contact info. Just let me know what you decide, and we can probably work something out,” Dave replied.

“N-no! I’ll take the job! I am just surprised at how fast things are going,” Travis said.

“Strike while the iron is hot, isn’t that the old saying?” Dave said with a laugh.

“That is definitely one saying, yes…” Travis replied.

It was at this point that Curtis came back with a few glasses of water. As he was setting them down, Dave nodded to him and said, “Sounds like your friend has agreed to work for us.”

“Really? That’s great!” Curtis said excitedly.

Curtis’s enthusiasm was surprising. Travis had spoken to him between classes. They got along well enough, but he didn’t think that he and Curtis were this close. Curtis was one of those guys who was so hot that Travis never dared hope that he had a chance. He doubted Curtis thought of him as more than just “some guy from his class.” Had Curtis really introduced him to Dave as a friend?

Curtis’s huge grin and small clothes got Travis hot under the collar. Travis couldn’t help himself. His gaze drifted towards Curtis’s crotch. The lower hem of Curtis’s small apron was just barely below the crotch. Travis was sure that if he looked hard enough, he could catch a glimpse of a bit of balls or even the tip of Curtis’s dick, but before he could look too intently, Curtis redirected Travis’s gaze upward.

Curtis glanced over at Travis and said, “I’m sure you’ll fit right in! When do you start?”

“Uh… well… Dave here said that I could train with you…” Travis stammered. He tried his best to hide the fact that he was trying to track Curtis’s package, but the impish smirk on Curtis’s face seemed to indicate that Travis had failed miserably.

“That’s great! I’ve got another hour on my shift. We can get you started right away!” Curtis said.

“Sure… I guess I can start now, if that’s cool with you,” Travis replied.

Travis didn’t have any real plans today, and Curtis was so bubbly and excited that Travis was having a hard time coming up with an excuse to put his training off. He just hoped that he wouldn’t be asked to snake it out today. Travis knew he was fit and hung. He should be proud of his bod and his rod, but he still hadn’t had time to mentally prepare himself to let it all hang out especially not in a room full of certified hotties like this.

“Come on! Come on!” Curtis said excitedly. He grabbed Travis’s hand and pulled Travis out of his seat. Before Travis could protest, he was being dragged along towards the back rooms.

As soon as he went through the swinging doors leading into the back room, the attitude changed. The vibe here was much more chill. Travis could see a few of the employees hanging out and chatting and just taking their time to catch their breath before heading back out. A couple of the guys still had their aprons on, but one of them had taken it off and had it slung over his shoulder like a bandolier.

Travis glanced towards this guy without thinking and immediately caught an eyeful. The dude was as cute and cut as Curtis! And without his apron on, Travis got a good look at the dude’s package.

“Wow!” Travis blurted out in spite of himself.

The guy glanced up at Travis and shot him a playful smirk. “Like what you see, handsome?” He asked.

Truth be told, Travis did like what he saw. The dude’s cute little nub sat atop a pair of equally tiny nuts. His softie couldn’t be more than inch long. The head of his cock was nearly completely covered by its foreskin. The short, slim shaft definitely made the dude’s dick look like the titular acorn that the restaurant was named for, and the dude’s balls were similarly small. His two tiny stones were each the size of cherries.

Travis was blushing beet red. If this was his first impression with his new coworkers, he had no doubt blown it spectacularly, but the nude dude didn’t seem upset with Travis or his outburst at all. He just shot Travis a flirty wink and then slowly sashayed his way towards the door to the dining room.

Travis was once again amazed. Despite how small the dude’s dick was, this guy was so cocksure that he hadn’t even bothered to put his apron back on until after he had left the break room. No doubt the patrons had been given a good look at his small package.

Travis’s attention was drawn away from the doorway when he felt an arm slung over his shoulder.

“Don’t worry about him,” Curtis said. “He’s a big hit with the regulars.”

“Big isn’t the word I’d use…” Travis said. The words were out of his mouth before he even had a chance to stop them. He clapped a hand over his mouth and looked at Curtis in shock and horror.

“S-sorry. I didn’t mean…” Travis stammered.

To his surprise, Curtis was laughing. “Don’t worry! Little guys like us get a lot of attention here. It’s what this place is known for!” He explained between giggles.

“Like us?” Travis asked.

“Oh, like you weren’t looking,” Curtis said with a playful wink.

Travis gasped as Curtis reached down and undid the knot on the waist strap of his tiny apron. The narrow strip of fabric fell away revealing Curtis’s own cute little cock.

Curtis’s cock was every bit as small as the other guys! In fact, it may even be smaller! Travis stared in awe at how tiny his friend’s package was. Travis hadn’t had a dick that size since grade school!

“Like what you see?” Curtis asked playfully.

Once again, the words were out of his mouth before he had a chance to stop himself. “Y-yeah!” Travis blurted out.

Curtis laughed in reply, but it wasn’t a teasing laugh. Curtis’s laughter was so sweet and playful that it just made Curtis seem even cuter. Before Travis knew what was happening, his cheeks were blushing beet red, and his dick was stirring to life in his slacks.

“C’mon. Let’s get you geared up,” Curtis said.

Curtis once again grabbed Travis’s hand and dragged Travis along behind. Travis was too shocked and aroused to fight back as Curtis led him further into the back rooms. Soon, the duo was in the locker room. Once again, Travis was greeted by the sight of hot, naked guys hanging out.

Travis looked from one guy to the next in awe. They were all so sexy, and they were all so small! None were quite as tiny as Curtis, but a few definitely came close.

Curtis’s fingertip pressed against Travis’s chin, causing Travis’s slack jaw to snap shut.

“Oh yeah. You’re going to fit right in,” Curtis said with a laugh.

Busted again! Travis knew he’d need to keep a better handle on his gaze if he was going to hang out here, but he was less worried about his gaze and more worried about his dick! He was already well past half-mast! There was no way he’d be decent with such a tiny apron trying to cover his meat!

“M-maybe I’m not ready for training just yet…” Travis said awkwardly.

“Nonsense! That attitude just means you need training even more!” Curtis replied. He once again grabbed Travis’s hand and dragged Travis along. This time the pair made their way to the back of the locker room.

“Here. This locker isn’t in use. You can stash your stuff here,” Curtis said.

“M-my stuff!?” Travis yelped.

“Yeah! Get stripping! We can’t have you out of uniform, can we?” Curtis replied playfully.

Travis froze like a deer in headlights. He was going to be nude in a room with all these hot guys? This was both a dream come true and a nightmare! Yet… he didn’t want to bail. He wanted to go through with it if for no other reason than to impress Curtis.

“O-okay. Fine…” Travis murmured and began to undo the buttons on his shirt.

Normally, Travis would wear just the basic T-shirt and shorts, but this had been a job interview, after all. He was uncharacteristically dressed up, clad in a nice, fitting, button-up shirt, and a pair of nice slacks. As such, the disrobing process took longer than he would have liked. Every second he spent fidgeting with his buttons was one more second that he had to deal with the embarrassment of being the only clothed dude in the room as well as the anxiety of stripping in front of a bunch of certified hotties.

Eventually, Travis managed to remove his shirt. His lean torso was on display for his friend and co-worker to admire, and admire he did! Curtis gave a playful whistle of approval which caused Travis to blush brighter and get harder.

“No chickening out, now! Pants next!” Curtis cheered.

Travis made a half-hearted attempt to murmur some kind of comeback, but it was unintelligible even to him. Soon, he had his belt removed and was shimmying his slacks down his waist. Travis’s boxers were not the most flattering underwear, but even through the bunched-up fabric, it was clear that he had plenty of sausage stored away.

“Oh, wow…” Curtis said in awe.

This response got a smirk from Travis. Travis knew he was hung, and knowing that such a cute dude like Curtis could appreciate it got him even more excited.

“You’re always so shy that I just kinda assumed you were one of us little guys,” Curtis said as he stared at Travis’s bulge in awe.

“Disappointed?” Travis asked.

“No! Not at all!” Curtis exclaimed. “I’m sure we’ve got some clients who will love what you’re working with.”

“Although, I don’t think those little aprons will cut it for me,” Travis replied.

“Especially not if you’re going to be hard,” Curtis replied.

Travis was once again blushing beet red. Flaunting his cock for Curtis had gotten him momentarily excited, but now he had another problem. He was nearly hard and already dribbling!

“It’s fine! We can work with this! One second, I got some things that might help,” Curtis said reassuringly.

Curtis quickly dashed towards a supply closet off to the side and came back with a small case. The case in question looked like a briefcase but far smaller. It would barely classify as a clutch!

Curtis pressed a button on the case which caused the latches to pop up with an audible rattle. The lid flipped up. Curtis glanced at the contents, nodded, and then turned the case around so that Travis could get a look at what was inside.

Travis was confused at what he was looking at at first. These were cages. Cock cages! They were arranged from largest to smallest. The largest one looked almost big enough to house his impressive member… almost.

On the other end of the spectrum was a tiny little cage that was barely the size of a thimble. It was such a tiny cage that Travis wouldn’t even be able to wear it on top of his thumb! He might be able to get the first segment of him pinky in it if he tried really hard!

“Here. Consider this part of your training,” Curtis said.

“You want me to wear one of those!?” Travis yelped.

“Dress for the job you want, isn’t that how the saying goes?” Curtis replied playfully.

“But I’m trying to be a waiter, not a gimp!” Travis sputtered. Once again, the words were out of his mouth before he could even stop himself. No sooner had he said it than he was mortified by his own barbs.

Curtis took it in stride. “Don’t be such a prude. It’ll keep that piece of yours in check, at least until you’re ready to work without it,” Curtis replied.

“R-right. Sorry… I do appreciate it. I just wasn’t expecting… well… this,” Travis said.

“You’re fine!” Curtis said with a laugh, “You are so high strung! We need to work on that!”

“Right… well, we probably need to work on this first,” Travis replied nodding down towards his stiffy.

“There’s a bathroom around the corner. You can take care of it there,” Curtis said. He then got a playful smirk on his face and a devious glint in his eyes. “By the way, what’s your phone number?” he added.

“W-what?” Travis yelped.

“Your number. El número de teléfono. Dengo banwhatever. You know. Your number?” Curtis said.

Travis stood there for a moment while his brain buffered. His phone number? How long had it been since anyone had asked him that? He’d have trouble remembering it on a good day, and today his brain was extra frazzled.

“Uh… you got touch?” Travis asked.

“Of course,” Curtis replied.

Travis fished his phone awkwardly out of his discarded slacks while Curtis turned and pulled his phone out of a nearby locker. A quick series of pokes on both screens followed by them tapping their phones together, and their contact info had been exchanged.

“Wait. Why are we exchanging?” Travis asked.

Curtis flashed Travis a playful wink while he backed up. “I’m going to send you some picks to help you deal with that monster,” Curtis said and nodded towards the painfully obvious, soggy tent in Travis’s boxers.

Travis’s eyes once again drifted down towards Curtis’s exposed body. Curtis’s firm pecs and sculpted abs sat above a defined V of his Adonis belt. The belt in turn pointed down towards Curtis’s crotch where the small nub of a dick sat atop his two tiny testes.

Travis’s jaw once again dropped. Was Curtis hard!? It was difficult to tell, but Travis sure was.

Travis’s dick gave a hard lurch in his boxers.

“ohjesuschrist” Travis moaned beneath his breath.

“Oh, you’re too fun,” Curtis chuckled. “I was going to let you handle this yourself, but I don’t think you’ll last that long.”

“W-what!?” Travis yelped.

“Lose the shorts,” Curtis said.

Travis just stood there in stunned silence, but Curtis wasn’t about to be deterred. Curtis stepped forward and hooked his thumbs on the waistband of Travis’s boxers and quickly yanked them down. Travis’s huge rod quickly slapped up against his abs causing an arc of pre to spray forth. Travis’s rod was so big that the tip of it reached well past his belly button.

Travis was so stunned and so horny that he could do nothing but stand there and moan as Curtis grinded his own tiny dick against Travis’s own massive hog. Curtis’s dicklet was so small that it was shorter than even just the head of Travis’s huge rod. Curtis’s entire package was so tiny that even just one of Travis’s chicken-egg-sized stones could completely eclipse Curtis’s twig and two berries.

Travis glanced down at Curtis’s tight, fit bod and small, stiff rod. Curtis was so mind-blowingly sexy! And he was grinding against Travis’s body in such a sexy way! Travis could feel Curtis grinding and shuddering against him. Chest to chest. Cock to cock… or well, cock to nuts in this case. Curtis’s tiny package dug into the space between Travis’s nuts at the base of Travis’s cock.

“You’re gonna fit right in,” Curtis moaned breathily into Travis’s ear.

Hearing that was the final straw on the camel’s horned-up back. Travis let out a moan. His cock shuddered and lurched. Thick ropes of cum spewed forth and splashed against their chests. Travis’s thick spunk oozed down his chest and tummy and spread to Curtis’s own pecs and abs as their bodies ground against one another.

Travis slumped back against the locker and gasped for breath. That had been the most intense climax of his life! It was hard to believe that he came here looking for a job and had blown his load before even starting his shift! Travis’s mind was racing. Did this count as losing his virginity?

Travis glanced groggily at the guy who had just made him cum so hard. Curtis’s chest and abs were dripping cum. Travis’s thick load had oozed down Curtis’s cum gutters and was now dribbling onto Curtis’s tiny dick. Travis’s load was so huge and Curtis’s cock so small, that Curtis’s nub and berries were completely coated in spunk!

“I’m gonna smell like jizz for the rest of my shift,” Curtis said with a laugh.

“S-sorry…” Travis murmured.

“Don’t be! I’m sure the regulars will love it!” Curtis replied.

There was a brief pause while Curtis eyed Travis up and down. An impish smirk played at the corners of his lips.

“Although… you did get me into this mess. You should help me clean up,” Curtis said.

Travis was still riding high on the afterglow and a bit winded, so instead of asking Curtis what he meant, Travis tilted his head to the side like a confused puppy.

“God, you’re adorable,” Curtis said as he stepped forward so that he was once against so close to Travis that Travis could feel the heat coming from Curtis’s breath.

The two locked eyes. Curtis smirked impishly and placed a cummy hand on Travis’s head. He ran his cum-coated fingers through Travis’s head and pressed down. Travis instinctively began to kneel down. Soon he was kneeling down and staring down the barrel of Curtis’s tiny rifle. Curtis’s cock was so small it wouldn’t even classify as a Derringer!

Curtis continued to guide Travis’s head until Travis’s face was mere millimeters from Curtis’s cock. Travis could smell the sweat and cum which coated Curtis’s cock. How much of it was his own, he wondered, but he was too horny to care.

Travis didn’t even need guidance to know what to do next. He opened his mouth and began to suckle on Curtis’s little dick. Curtis’s package was so small that Travis could get the whole thing, cock, balls and all, in his mouth.

“Oh, you’re very good at that…” Curtis gasped between moans.

There was so much cum that Travis could barely taste the faint salty tang of sweat on Curtis’s cock and balls. Travis continued to nuzzle his nose against Curtis’s crotch as he licked Curtis’s tiny package clean of their combined spunk.

Curtis was so hot and his dick was so cute, that Travis felt a strange pang of jealously, but the thought vanished as quickly as it had come over him. Travis was too horny to give it a second thought. He loved having a huge cock, after all… right?

Travis had licked the spunk clean from Curtis’s cock and had begun to lap a path up Curtis’s crotch towards his abs when a familiar voice interrupted.

“I wondered what was taking you all so long. I should have known,” Dave said with a bemused sigh.

Busted yet again! Travis glanced up at his new boss. So much for his new job. He hadn’t even managed to get into uniform before getting fired!

Dave didn’t seem upset, though. In anything, it looked like he had expected this. Dave glanced at Curtis and said, “Go get cleaned up. I’m going to need you to stay later to make up for the time you spent ‘off the clock,’” he teased.

“Sure thing!” Curtis replied. He even went so far as to give a playful salute.

“I should send you out to the dining room without a shower first, but I think you’d like that too much,” Dave said. He shook his head as if disappointed, but his tone of voice and demeanor said otherwise.

“I’m game if you are, but we should at least let our new guy clean up first,” Curtis said.

“Indeed,” Dave replied. He then turned his attention towards Travis.

Travis gulped nervously. Despite how casual the interaction between Curtis and Dave had been, Travis was preparing himself for the worst.

Dave knelt down so that he was staring eye to eye with Travis. There was a tense pause as Dave seemed to run some numbers in his head and take stock of Travis’s cum-coated chest and stomach as well as Travis’s thick, soft cock and heavy balls.

“I have a motto… or maybe you should call it a business model,” Dave said sternly.

Travis braced himself for the worst.

“Work hard. Play hard,” Dave explained.

Travis tried his best to hold Dave’s gaze, but his embarrassment quickly got the better of him. Travis sheepishly looked away, but Dave continued to focus on him.

“You’ve already played hard…” Dave said. There was a tense pause as he waited for his words to sink in. When it was clear that Travis wasn’t going to respond, Dave added, “Now it’s time to work hard.”

Travis looked back in shock. “W-work?” he sputtered.

“Yes. You have a job to do, don’t you?” Dave asked.

“I honestly didn’t think I’d have a job after that…” Travis murmured.

Dave was once again laughing his loud, boisterous laugh.

“W-what? Didn’t I do something wrong?” Travis asked.

“Wrong? If anything, I’d say you passed orientation with flying colors! I wondered how you’d react to the little guys we have working here, but it looks like my fears were unfounded,” Dave replied.

“Y-yes!” Travis blurted out. He then collected himself and said, “I-I mean... They’re all so hot.”

“Indeed. Now, how would you like to join them?” Dave asked.

“Y-yes sir!” Travis replied.

There was a strange smirk playing at the corner of his lips. Was he being playful? Proud? Travis couldn’t quite get a read on him. All that Travis could really tell was that this seemed to mean he still had a job.

“Now then…” Dave said. He reached over and grabbed the small case that Curtis had shown Travis earlier. “What say you we get you geared up?”

It had taken plenty of towels and wet wipes to wash off all the cum, but eventually, Travis was almost convinced he was presentable. Travis couldn’t shake the fear that he still smelled a bit, but Bill assured him that there was no need to worry.

The next task was a bit more challenging. Bill had given Travis his new “uniform”. His uniform, such as it was, consisted of little more than the small, thin waist apron and a cage.

Travis eyed the cage as he turned it over in his hand. It was by far the largest size they had, but Travis still wasn’t sure it would fit. Travis was not so easily deterred, though.

It was a tight fit, but eventually, Travis managed to snake his dick into the top part and latch the bottom part shut around his nuts. His dick had to fold in on itself like an accordion to fit, and his potatoes were similarly mashed, but after the initial squeezing, the device wasn’t terribly uncomfortable. It was awkward and felt weird, but it didn’t hurt.

After that, it was business as usual… or as close to business as usual could get when he was nearly naked and surrounded by hot, lithe dudes who were similarly nude. Travis could swear that Curtis was intentionally leaning over the tables far enough to give Travis a clear view of his bare booty and even a little glimpse of his exposed, tiny nuts throughout the course of their hour-long training session.

For the first twenty minutes or so, the cage around his cock weighed heavily on his mind and his dick. Every time Curtis or one of his new coworkers would let slip and show a bit of cock and balls or even some hole, Travis’s dick tried to chub up in the confines of his cage, but eventually, he got used to the feeling of the cold, stiff metal around his cock.

Aside from the attire, the work didn’t seem that different from Travis’s last job as a waiter. There was the standard taking the order and busing the table, but there was also a fair amount of flirtation that went into it. Although… Travis wasn’t entirely sure how much of the flirting was part of the job and how much of that was just Curtis being Curtis.

The next hour went by in a flash. Travis was learning a lot and was constantly rushing from one table to the next as Curtis chatted up the diners. It wasn’t long before Travis began to settle into the workflow and was even able to join Curtis in trading playful banter with the regulars.

Travis tried his best to stay focused and not let the flirting get to him too much, but every so often one of the patrons would make a passing comment. “Oh, the new little guy is cute.” Or “That little apron is a good look on you, but it may be a bit too big.” Or “I love how tiny the guys are here!”

Travis’s mind felt hazy with each passing comment. He loved the attention even if he knew it wasn’t really meant for him. After all, he wasn’t one of the “little guys.” It was only thanks to the cage over his cock that he could pass as one. Had it not been for the metallic casing around his sausage and eggs, Travis’s bait and tackle would dip well below the lower hem of his tiny apron… and yet… even though he was chubbed up for the entire shift, his cage didn’t feel all that tight.

Eventually, his short training session came to an end. Curtis said his goodbyes to the regulars and led Travis back towards the locker room once more.

“You did great out there!” Curtis said excitedly.

Curtis hadn’t even waited until the duo had made their way out of the dining room before pulling off his apron and slinging it over his shoulder. His tiny cock and balls were now openly on display for the patrons’ and Travis’s viewing pleasure.

Travis’s dick stiffened in the confines of his cage. He wanted so badly to get hard, but it was impossible! He’d have to take his cage off for that, and somehow doing that in the dining room felt like poor form. Besides, he didn’t have the key with him.

By the time Travis reached the lockers, he was so horny that his dick ached for release. It was hard to believe he had busted the biggest nut of his life little more than an hour beforehand, but being surrounded by such hot dudes drove him wild! And now that he was in the breakroom, he could see more of the workers letting it all hang out. Everywhere Travis looked, he saw the hottest dudes with the cutest dicklets! It was all so maddeningly sexy!

Travis was desperate to remove his cage, but before he even got the chance to fish the key out of his locker, Curtis spun him around and pinned him against the metallic door. Travis didn’t have time to ask what was happening. He didn’t even have time to let out a yelp of surprise before Curtis’s lips were pressed against him own.

“You were great out there…” Curtis moaned between kisses.

“T-thanks…?” Travis replied. He too had to space his speech between kisses. After Curtis planted the first smooch, Travis was giving as well as he was getting. Curtis was just so hot, and his enthusiasm was infectious. Travis could taste the faint traces of his own cum still on Curtis’s lips which just made the whole interaction even more exciting.

“I knew you would be a great fit,” Curtis moaned.

“I honestly feel a little ‘over-dressed’,” Travis replied. It was weird for him to think of it and even weirder for him to mention it, but he felt like the odd man out due to the sheer size of his schlong.

“Just give it time,” Curtis replied.

Something about Curtis’s response struck Travis as strange, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. On the surface, what Curtis had said made perfect sense. Once Travis got used to working here, the general imposter syndrome that came with being a new hire would fade. After all, there was probably a market for a hot guy with a huge cock here. and yet… that didn’t feel right. There was some other meaning behind Curtis’s comment, but Travis could not quite put his finger on it.

Whatever the case, no one seemed to mind him being there. The patrons didn’t seem to mind the sizeable bulge in his apron nor the constant clinking of his cage. Not even his coworkers seemed put off by having such a big guy on staff. Travis still felt like the odd man out, but if nothing else, Travis figured his fat hog would make the little guys look even smaller.

Just the thought of how small the other guys would look when stacked up next to Travis’s monster made the beast strain harder against its cage. Travis was so horny that it literally hurt! He needed release in more ways than one.

A moan that was a mix of pleasure and pain escaped Travis’s lips, and Curtis was quick to pick up on it. “Let’s get you out of that cage,” Curtis whispered seductively into Travis’s ear.

“Please…” Travis whined.

Curtis let out a soft chuckle between smooches as he kissed a path down the nape of Travis’s neck and down Travis’s firm chest and toned abs until Curtis was once more kneeling in front of Travis’s cock.

Curtis reached around back and deftly pulled loose the knot which held up Travis’s apron. The small piece of fabric came loose and fluttered to the floor leaving Travis’s caged cock visible to all. Curtis reached up and gave the cage a soft tug, which was all it took to pull the device free.

Travis was incredibly horny, but even through the haze of hormones, some part of his brain did a double take. Curtis didn’t even have the key, and yet the device came off with barely a tug? Had it been that loose the whole time? What was keeping it from falling off during his shift?

Travis suddenly remembered the strange scene during his interview. Somewhere in the dining room, he had heard a metallic object clatter. The diners and the servers had all clapped, but their clapping had not seemed mocking. If anything, it seemed like cause for celebration. Was this scene related to what he was experiencing? It seemed impossible. It made no sense. Dave had called it a rite of passage. Travis had assumed that one of the new servers must have dropped some silverware. Servers drop shit all the time. Everyone making it seem like no big deal was just their way of letting them know it was fine, right?

Travis didn’t have the time nor the brainpower to follow that train of thought. Once the cage was off, his rigid cock slapped hard against his abs. The tip of his dick reached just a hair below his belly button.

Travis’s mind did another mental double take. His cock was bigger than that, wasn’t it? Usually, it reached his upper row of abs! Had it shrunk!?

There was a tingle of excitement and a feeling of butterflies fluttering in his stomach at the thought, but before Travis could focus on it, he shook the thought from his mind. That was impossible! If anything, his dick just hadn’t swelled up as much as before due to the time it had spent caged. Not to mention, He had just cum buckets a mere hour ago. He was still a little spent. It was to be expected that his dick had not reached its full upright and locked position regardless of how horny he was.

Travis’s internal monologue suddenly stopped short. Curtis’s lips had wrapped around Travis’s cock. Travis could feel the back of Curtis’s throat against his cock head. He could feel Curtis’s tongue rubbing against the sensitive underside of his overstimulated cock. Travis gasped as he struggled to regain his composure, but the way Curtis was handling his cock was better than anything Travis had ever experienced. His dick felt far more sensitive than ever before. Was it just because he was so horny from the sight of the hot dudes and their cute dicks? Was it purely because Curtis was a master with his mouth? Travis wasn’t sure, but he was already shuddering like a leaf.

Travis struggled against his own need to cum. He had just cum an hour before, but he felt like he was suffering from the biggest case of blue balls in his life. He wanted to cum so bad that it felt like he had been holding it in for a lifetime.

Curtis glanced up at Travis. Even with Travis’s cock deep in his mouth, the curve at the corners of Curtis’s lips made it clear that he was grinning from ear to ear. Curtis gave Travis’s nuts a playful squeeze as he continued to suckle and lip Travis’s cock as if daring Travis to cum right then and there.

Part of Travis wanted to take Curtis up on his offer but part of him wanted to make this moment last. However, Curtis was too skilled and Travis too horny for him to keep it up for long. It wasn’t long before Travis staggered back against the locker. He was once more nearly brought to his knees by how hot and sexy Curtis was! Travis’s whole body shuddered. His dick lurched. His balls tensed.

Travis let out a moan that bordered on a whine as he shot spunk directly into Curtis’s throat. Curtis, to his credit, managed to maneuver with the shudders of Travis’s cock so that Travis’s cock never managed to slip free from Curtis’s mouth. Spurt after thick, hot spurt of spunk shot directly into Curtis’s eager mouth. Curtis slurped and gulped with each shot, careful not to spill a drop.

Curtis pulled back and made a dramatic show of audibly gulping the last was of Travis’s spunk. The view was so hot that Travis’s cock twitched excitedly, but his balls were so thoroughly drained that he had nothing left to shoot.

Curtis stood back up and once more planted a kiss on Travis’s lips. As Curtis’s tongue slid past Travis’s lips, Travis could taste his own cum in Curtis’s mouth. As they kissed some more, Travis felt the tiny nub of Curtis’s little stiffy grinding against his own softening schlong.

“I should make you suck me off too,” Curtis moaned between kisses.

“Please…” Travis managed to whine between kisses.

“How I can I refuse when you ask like that?” Curtis replied breathlessly.

Curtis grabbed the back of Travis’s head and dug his fingers into Travis’s hair. Curtis slowly guided Travis’s face down and down. It was now Travis’s turn to kiss a path lower and lower along his partner’s body. Past the nape of his neck. Past his toned pecs and firm abs. Past his smooth crotch, and down towards the shuddering nub of his tiny cock.

Travis found himself staring directly at Curtis’s cute little nub. Travis was once again amazed at how tiny it was. It was fully hard and smaller than his thumb by a good margin! Even when he was sucking on it, he couldn’t help but compare the size. It was as thin as his pinky and shorter than his thumb! Even as Travis’s lips pressed against Curtis’s nuts and crotch, the dicklet didn’t even hit the back of his throat.

Travis could taste the mellow flavor of Curtis’s skin mixed with the taste of cum and the slight tinge of pre. He wished there was more of it that he could take into his mouth, but Curtis’s cock was just too small!

Travis stuck out his tongue and flicked at the tiny set of stones that pulled tight against the base of Curtis’s little shaft. Curtis’s nuts were every bit as small as his dick! Just feeling how tiny it was against his tongue drove Travis wild. He wanted to experience more of it!

Travis opened his mouth and pressed his lips against Curtis’s crotch. Travis took Curtis’s entire package; cock, balls, and all, into his mouth.

“W-woah!” Curtis gasped.

Travis rubbed his tongue along Curtis’s tiny nuts while he sucked on the entire package. It was now Curtis’s turn to struggle to keep it together. He reached down and grabbed onto Travis’s hair with both hands to steady himself as his legs trembled.

Travis could feel Curtis’s tiny dick shuddering in his mouth as he ran his tongue against the little shaft. As Curtis’s tiny cock bucked and lurched, Travis was amazed that something so small could have so much strength behind it.

Curtis let out a whine and a whimper. His voice was so hot that it just drove Travis even wilder. Travis suddenly felt something warm and wet splatter against the back of his mouth. He tasted the unmistakable flavor of fresh cum.

It was now Travis’s turn to tilt his head back and make a dramatic show of swallowing his partner’s load.

“Oh, you are so much fun,” Curtis giggled as he struggled to regain his composure and catch his breath.

“Well, I had a good teacher,” Travis replied with a smirk.

“I’m looking forward to teaching you more,” Curtis replied with a wink.

“Speaking of which, when will that be?” Travis asked.

“Hmm… are you free tomorrow? I have another shift. Same Bat time. Same Bat channel,” Curtis replied.

“Shouldn’t we ask your boss?” Travis asked.

“Oh, I’m sure he’ll be fine with it. I just can’t wait to get you broken in,” Curtis said with a giggle.

Travis was taken aback by the phrase. “Broken in? I’m not a horse,” he said.

“Could have fooled me,” Curtis replied playfully.

Travis recoiled slightly. It wasn’t the first time he’d been compared to a horse in that regard, but he suddenly felt strangely self-conscious about the size of his schlong.

Curtis squatted down so he was eye level with Travis and gave Travis a playful pat on the head. “Don’t worry. Give it another shift or two, and you’ll fit right in,” he said.

“I hope so…” Travis said uncertainly.

Curtis looked like he was about to say something but suddenly jumped up to his feet. “Shit! I have lab tonight!” he cried and quickly began scrambling to get dressed.

As Curtis hastily threw his clothes on, he glanced back to Travis and said, “I’ll give you a call after class. We can discuss what time you should come in tomorrow then.”

Curtis scurried off so quickly that Travis was left dumbfounded. Travis stared as his pal and mentor scrambled out of the locker room and bolted into the dining room.

Travis glanced down at the huge, soft cock that dangled between his legs. It was such a strange feeling to be “Too Big.” He had always loved his size, or at least he had always told himself he loved his size. Being big was a badge of honor, right? However, since he had come here, he started to rethink that. The weight of his cock and balls weighed awkwardly on his crotch like an olde timey ball and chain.

Travis pulled on his clothes in silence. He was just about to leave the back rooms and step out into the dining room on his way home, but he paused to adjust himself. His dick felt so weird in his slacks. It was almost as if his pants were a little roomier than before.

After his training shift, Travis returned to his dorm. He spent some time trying to focus on classwork or games or even TV, but his mind kept drifting back towards Curtis and all the other amazingly hot guys he had seen at Acorn. Travis’s cock felt like it was in a perpetually semi-boned state. It was hard to believe that he had cum two massive loads just that afternoon. He felt so blue-balled that it may as well have been weeks since he last creamed!

After a few hours of listlessly attempting basic tasks, Travis flopped onto his bed and let his mind wander back to the events of that afternoon. It was strange, but he wanted to go back there! Usually, he hated going to work. Every job he had held in the past had been a slog. Hours passed like weeks, and all he wanted to do was go home. Now, however, he was home and wanted to go to work.

It wasn’t just the guys he worked with. Somehow, just being there made him feel special. It made him feel hot and desirable in a way he had not felt before. This was extra strange given that he felt like he stuck out like a sore thumb there. The one thing he once thought made him a catch now felt like his biggest shortcoming.

A familiar chirping alerted him to a call coming on his phone. Travis halfheartedly picked up his phone and was about to decline the call out of habit when he noticed the name.

Curtis.

Travis’s thumb went from the red circle to the green one before he even fully processed what he was seeing. He had forgotten all about swapping contact info with Curtis earlier! Travis was suddenly so excited that a rushed “heywhat’sup!” escaped his lips before he could even pretend to play it cool.

A playful chuckle was Curtis’s response. “Hey there. I hope I didn’t interrupt anything,” Curtis said.

“Uh… Not much. Just been kinda bored if I’m being honest,” Travis replied, but as soon as he said it, he suddenly regretted it. Did it make him sound desperate?

“Oh? Well, what do you normally do to keep yourself occupied?” Curtis asked.

“Depends on the day. I’ve got some books, some shows. Sometimes I’ll game it up,” Travis replied.

“But not feeling any of that?” Curtis asked.

“Not really… I guess… I don’t know why I’m even talking to you about this…” Travis replied awkwardly.

“Because I asked? Because we’re friends?” Curtis replied.

“We’re friends…” Travis said more to himself than to Curtis.

“Yeah? I thought so? We’ve known each other for a while now. We talk a lot between classes all the time, and now that we work together, we can hang out there a lot too!” Curtis said excitedly.

“Wow… I… I’m glad to hear you say that…” Travis mumbled.

“Hmmm…” Curtis replied playfully.

“What?” Travis asked.

“Do you have a crush on me?” Curtis asked playfully.

“I! But!” Travis sputtered.

Curtis laughed that sweet yet playful laugh of his. He always sounded like he was having fun, but he never sounded like he was having fun at Travis’s expense.

“Isn’t it a little late to start being bashful now?” Curtis asked.

“What do you mean?” Travis asked.

“I mean we sucked each other off! Or did you forget!? I know I certainly remember your fat cock… and that thing you did with your tongue!” Curtis teased.

“I! … uh…” Travis stammered.

“Oh, you’re adorable!” Curtis teased.

“Yeah… whatever…” Travis mumbled.

“Yeah. Whatever,” Curtis teased.

“I’m still a little overwhelmed by everything that happened today, okay? I always thought you were way out of my league! I still don’t really believe it!” Travis sputtered.

“Out of your league? You’re a total catch! I keep hanging out with you because you’re sweet and funny, and I recommended you for the gig because you’re hot!” Curtis replied. He sounded adamant, and his sincerity caught Travis by surprise.

“I… really…?” Travis asked.

“Yes! Really! We have got to work on your self-esteem some,” Curtis said.

“I… sorry…” Travis murmured.

“Now, don’t pout on me! We’re trying to make you feel better about yourself, not worse!” Curtis said.

“Yeah… So-” Travis began to say, but was quickly cut off.

“Don’t say sorry!” Curtis cut in.

“I’m-” Travis started.

“Don’t!” Curtis countered.

“I… don’t know what to say,” Travis said.

“I suppose that’s better?” Curtis replied uncertainly.

“So, why did you call anyway?” Travis asked after an awkward pause.

“I wanted to see how you liked working at Acorn,” Curtis replied.

“Oh! That’s all?” Travis replied.

“What do you mean ‘that’s all’!? It’s an important question!” Curtis sassed back.

“Well, you were there the whole time. I thought it would be obvious,” Travis replied.

“Yeah. You seemed to be enjoying it, but I figured I’d check in with you after you had some time to yourself. The job’s not for everyone, and I wanted to see if you were still as excited about it as earlier,” Curtis said.

“Yeah! I mean, the clientele seemed chill. Dave is a bit strange, but he seems like he actually cares about the people working for him. I don’t think I’ve ever had a boss like that,” Travis replied.

“And what about the other guys?” Curtis asked.

“They are all so hot! I don’t even know what to say!” Travis replied.

Curtis chuckled in reply. “Well yes, the guys are something else,” Curtis agreed.

“To be honest… I’m still not sure if I should be working there…” Travis said.

“Well… hmm… I don’t want to talk you into it if it’s not something you want, but you did great for your first shift. You were a huge hit with the staff and the regulars,” Curtis said.

“Really?” Travis asked.

“Yeah. Dave hired you on the spot for a reason!” Curtis replied.

“I… still feel a little out of place, but I am excited to come back tomorrow,” Travis said.

“That’s the spirit!” Curtis cheered and then added in a more serious tone, “I admit to being a bit biased here. I would love for you to join us, but you have to think about what you want for yourself.”

“What I want for myself?” Travis murmured in response. His mind drifted towards all the other guys in the break room, the hot, handsome guys letting their small packages hang out. He didn’t just want to work with them. He wanted to be like them. Was that strange? He couldn’t say for sure, but he couldn’t get it out of his head.

“I’ll leave you to think on it. I’ve got a few early classes before work tomorrow, so I’m going to turn in,” Curtis said after a brief pause.

“Oh. Okay,” Travis replied.

“Look forward to working with you again tomorrow,” Curtis said.

“Yeah! Same here!” Travis said excitedly.

“Good night,” Curtis said. His voice was that same blend of playful and flirtatious that it had been during work earlier which made Travis’s heart skip a beat.

“Good night,” Travis replied.

The call ended and Travis flopped back against his pillows once more. He still couldn’t get the image of the guys at Acorn out of his head. He wanted to not just work with them. He wanted to be one of them!

Travis’s hand drifted towards the stiffening tent in his boxers. He rubbed his thick rod through the fabric while he pictured Curtis’s hot bod and cute rod. Travis reached down with his other hand and pulled down on his waistband. His cock slipped free from its cloth confines and slapped against his smooth belly.

His dick didn’t even reach his belly button. Just like earlier. Travis had thought it a trick of the light at the time or maybe he just wasn’t that hard, but now he was seeing it again. Could his dick really be smaller? Was such a thing possible? Could he make it happen again?

Travis stroked his fat cock while he considered the possibilities. He gripped his cock towards the tip so that just the thick head poked out past his hand and stared at it for a moment. He could almost pretend that his cock was short, but it was far too thick for the illusion to hold up. Still… it was fun to pretend.

Travis’s phone buzzed again. This time, he had a new text. He absentmindedly unlocked his phone once more and looked at the text while lazily stroking his huge cock in his other hand, but the contents of the message made both Travis and his cock sit up at attention.

It was an image.

A photo.

Curtis’s smirking face was winking at him, and as Travis’s eyes drifted lower and lower down the photo he could see more and more of his friend and coworker. He could see Curtis’s flirty smirk, his toned abs, his playful peace sign, his firm, sculpted abs, his defined Adonis belt, and there, at the bottom of the V of Curtis’s well-defined obliques, Travis saw Curtis’s tiny little rod standing at attention. Curtis’s stiffie wasn’t even as big as his thumb, and it was fully hard!

Travis’s cock gave an intense lurch in his hand. Curtis and his cock were so cute! Travis fixated on the picture Curtis had sent and continued to stroke his huge cock. Travis stroked up and down along the length of his huge cock. There was just so much of it! It was far too much for one hand alone, but he did not dare drop his phone! Travis grunted and moaned. Pre oozed from the tip of his huge cock. His rod shuddered and lurched in his grip as he continued to pump.

It didn’t take long for him to reach his limit. Travis fell back against his pillows. His back arched. His toes curled, and hot, thick spurts of cum erupted from his huge dick and splattered against his chest and his abs. Again, he was amazed by the sheer volume of it! He had cum more today than he had all month!

Travis just lay there for what felt like hours and basked in the afterglow. He couldn’t wait to see Curtis again, and he couldn’t wait for his next shift.

Travis hadn’t felt this excited since he was a kid. He felt like it was Christmas morning and he was waiting for his parents to wake up so he could open gifts, but instead he was standing outside the unassuming storefront of his new place of employment. As he stood there, he suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder.

“You’re here early!” Curtis said pleasantly.

“Yeah. Sorry. I got antsy and couldn’t really focus on anything, so I just… stopped by,” Travis explained.

“Well, your training shift wasn’t supposed to start for a few hours, but… I don’t think Dave will mind if you clock in a little early,” Curtis said with a wink.

With that the two of them made their way through the front door, past the dining room, and into the back employee lounge. It was still early in the day, so the dining room was pretty quiet, but there were still a few die-hard regulars hanging out and enjoying the cute staff.

Curtis hadn’t even waited until he got into the lounge to start disrobing. He had already pulled off his shirt and had stepped out of his shoes before he even made it through the doorway to the employee lounge, and within a few steps of entering that, he was already completely nude. Travis took a moment to admire the nude form of his friend. Curtis was as stunning as always. His lithe, toned muscles, and cute bubbly butt were impeccable, but Travis kept finding his eyes drifting towards the little nub of Curtis’s tiny cock. Curtis glanced over at his friend and was unsurprised to see that Travis was staring directly as his exposed cock.

“Like what you see?” Curtis asked with a playful wink.

Travis couldn’t bring himself to mutter a reply. His cheeks burned bright red, and he hastily looked away. Curtis couldn’t help but laugh at Travis’s reaction.

“You’re adorable!” Curtis giggled and then leaned in and gave Travis a quick peck on the cheek. This of course just made Travis blush even redder.

By this point the duo had made their way towards the lockers in the back. Curtis hastily dumped his armload of clothes into his locker and then turned towards Travis.

“You should get geared up. I’ll go let Dave know you’ll be clocking in early,” Curtis said before happily skipping off back towards the dining room without a stitch of clothing on him. Travis watched Curtis’s bubbly booty bounce as he skipped naked as the day he was born back out of the employee lounge. As wonderful as the visual was, Travis silently wished he could see Curtis’s cute little button of a cock bounce with each hop.

Travis started to awkwardly disrobe in silence. His cheeks were still burning hot, and his cock had now nearly completely stirred to life in his jeans. The tight denim did him no favors. The thick outline of his fat cock was painfully apparent. No doubt any of the other few guys hanging out in the locker room had clocked his boner. Somehow, Travis felt awkwardly exposed. He was clothed, sure, but the fact that his fat hog was visible through his clothing left him feeling embarrassed.

Soon, Travis was down to just his boxers. The huge tent of his swinging semi loomed in front of him. He was so hot and bothered that, even though he wasn’t fully hard yet, he had a noticeable wet splotch on his fly where pre had begun to seep out the tip of his huge cock. Travis balked for a moment as he stared at his own bulge. The sheer size of it gave him a sense of vertigo as he watched.

Travis had no idea how long he was standing there, but suddenly he was snapped out of his trance by a firm clap on his shoulder.

Travis snapped to attention and turned towards the new arrival. He had expected to see Curtis but was surprised to see one of his other new coworkers.

“I think you’ll be needing this again today,” the guy said while waving the familiar case from yesterday.

Travis was instantly floored by how hot this guy was. Curtis was incredibly cute, but this guy had a whole different vibe. The guy was stunningly handsome! He was a bit shorter than Curtis but was definitely better built. Travis’s eyes traced a path down the guy’s dense pecs, his sculpted abs, his defined V, and then lower towards where the Acorn waist-apron would normally be.

Travis’s jaw dropped as he realized that this guy was clad in nothing but his shoes. On one hand, Travis knew by now that most guys let it all hang in the break room, but it was still a bit of a shock to see these hot guys and their cute cocks hanging out. This guy was slightly bigger than Curtis below the belt but still had a dick that was barely as big as his thumb.

“Here. Let’s get you fitted,” the guy said as he opened the case and turned it to face Travis.

Travis glanced down and saw the array of cages that he had seen the day before. Somehow, the mere sight of them got him even more excited. It wasn’t that he enjoyed wearing them. Rather, he was excited by what they represented!

The guy reached in and was about to pull out the largest size, but he gave Travis’s tent a quick glance, cocked his head slightly as if thinking it over, and then pulled out the next biggest size.

“I think that other one is a bit too big for you,” he said, handing Travis the second size down.

Hearing that the large size was “too big” made Travis’s cheeks burn brighter and his heart excitedly skip a beat. Travis looked intently at the cage in the guy’s hand. He began to reach out for it but balked at the last second.

“W-what about the next size down…?” Travis asked.

The guy cocked an eyebrow. “You know what these do, right?” he asked.

“Yeah. They… you know. Make it smaller,” Travis murmured awkwardly.

It was funny. Even though he knew that it was just a temporary thing– after all, the cages didn’t really shrink his junk, they just pressed everything in so that he could wear the little apron– it was fun to cosplay as one of the little guys even if just for part of his shift.

The guy seemed to mull it over for a moment and then shrugged.

“That’s accurate, yeah. Dave always says it’s best not to skip sizes, but if you’re sure you won’t be too uncomfortable, I think it’d be a good look on you,” he said.

It was at this point that Curtis came trotting back in. “Trent! I hope you’re not bullying the new guy too hard!” he said playfully.

“It’s not bullying if they’re into it!” Trent sassed back.

Curtis exchanged an impish glance with Trent but quickly redirected his attention towards Travis. Upon seeing the small cage in Travis’s hand, Curtis’s eyes lit up.

“Oh wow. You’re really going for it!” he said excitedly.

“Yeah… I thought it would be a good look,” Travis said awkwardly.

“You’ll look wonderful!” Curtis gushed.

“Still… he’s not going to be able to put it on with that rager,” Trent said.

“How right you are! We’ll have to help him with that before we can get him kitted out!” Curtis agreed.

Travis didn’t have time to protest even if he had wanted to. The two were on him in an instant. Curtis grabbed the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down around Travis’s ankles while Trent went to work nuzzling the nape of Travis’s neck. Travis’s huge cock slapped up against his abs the second his waistband was low enough. Travis gasped in shock as he felt Trent’s hand reach down and grip his fat cock. Travis’s breath caught in his throat and his dick lurched with excitement.

“You’re a big one, huh?” Trent growled playfully in Travis’s ear.

“Y-yeah…?” Travis responded.

“I’m going to enjoy breaking you in,” Trent moaned.

Travis was fully boned in an instant. Trent was a good head shorter than him and was sporting a boner that size of a C battery. His short chode paled in comparison to Travis’s monster, and yet Travis felt so weak and powerless next to this guy. The sheer force of Trent’s personality made Travis weak in the knees.

Travis didn’t want to protest per se, but he felt like he should say something. He felt like he should at least make some show of machismo, but before he could work up the nerve, he felt Curtis’s finger on his lip.

“Shh…” Curtis said in a sultry voice. “Just let us have our fun.”

With that, Travis lost any fight he may have had in him. Curtis’s soft whisper in his ear reduced him to jelly everywhere except for his cock which was now as hard as it had ever been and shuddering with anticipation.

Travis turned his head to face Curtis and leaned in for a kiss. Curtis was all too happy to comply. Their lips met and locked in a passionate kiss. Travis was so happy that he had almost completely forgotten about everything happening around him other than how much he loved being kissed like this, but suddenly he felt Curtis’s tongue slide past his lips. This sudden intrusion caused Travis to tense up ever so slightly for just a brief moment, but it was the next intrusion that really got him worked up. Suddenly, Travis felt a pair of slicked up fingers sliding their way past his butt cheeks and into his tight hole.

Travis had never bottomed before. Why would he? He had such a huge cock! He was like a born top! And yet… he didn’t mind the feeling of Trent’s fingers sliding into him. It excited him in a way he hadn’t expected, but Travis wasn’t given long to think too hard on it.

Curtis and Trent pressed their bodies against Travis’s own. Their small cocks grinding against Travis’s huge rod on either side. Their chests pressed against Travis’s own. They were both so close that Travis could feel their heart beats. Travis could feel their breath as they gasped and panted between passionate kisses– Curtis on Travis’s lip and Trent on the nape of Travis’s neck.

Curtis was beyond rock hard. His cock was oozing pre like a sieve. His dick was shuddering with each thrust from his two partners. It was already taking every fiber of his willpower to resist cumming, but then he felt something he had not planned for.

Trent’s fingers were now down to the second knuckle. Travis could feel them wriggling around inside of him. It tickled slightly, but then suddenly, Trent’s fingertips seemed to find the button they were looking for and they slammed down with all their might. The sudden pulse of pleasure was so intense that Travis’s knees shuddered harder than even his cock. His legs trembled. Had it not been for his two partners propping him up, he would have dropped to the floor right then and there.

“I’m… gonna…” Travis gasped.

“Give it to us!” Trent growled in his ear.

“Cum for me,” Curtis moaned into Travis’s other ear.

Travis couldn’t respond. It was all he could do to hold his wad for another few seconds, but his two friends pushed him back against the lockers and quickly knelt down before him. Travis stared down in horny, addled awe at the smiling faces of his two friends and coworkers staring up at him, begging his to cum on their faces.

Travis couldn’t say no to those faces. His cock gave one last, powerful lurch, and then jizz sprayed from his fat cock and coated the two guys in his spunk. Travis came again and again. Each spurt pumping thick spunk onto his friend’s faces and into their hair. Jizz dripped down their bangs and oozed down their faces.

Eventually, Travis was completely spent. His cock began to steadily deflate.

Curtis got back up playfully scooped up a fingerful of cum and sucked it off of his finger as if he was sampling the batter for some brownies. Trent quickly stood back up and gave a playful lick at some of the jizz that oozed down the side of Curtis’s cheek.

Travis suddenly felt a tinge of jealousy well up inside of him, but he didn’t have time to act on it. Curtis leaned in and planted another passionate kiss on Travis’s lips. Once more, Travis felt Curtis’s tongue slide past his lips, but this time, however, he could feel and taste a thick dollop of his own spunk coating it.

They held that kiss for what felt like ages, but even so, when Curtis pulled back, Travis felt himself wanting more. He wanted to protest, but all that escaped his mouth was a contented sigh.

“What do you think? Think I should go out there looking like this?” Curtis asked playfully.

“You always were a cum-slut,” Trent replied.

“That’s not nice!” Curtis chided playfully.

“True though,” Trent said.

“Either way. Now that we’ve tamed the beast, I think it’s time to muzzle it,” Curtis said. Travis tilted his head quizzically, but when he saw Curtis reach for the cage, he understood.

It didn’t take long for Curtis to get the cage on. It was a tight fit– tighter even than it had been the day before. It hurt a little. Travis was tempted to get the key and go back to the next size up, but even as he considered it, he could feel his junk shifting and adjusting to the device.

“That’s a very good look for you!” Curtis said happily.

“It’s still a little big for my taste,” Trent replied with a shrug.

“That sounds like a you problem,” Curtis said.

Trent shrugged again in reply.

Travis looked down at his cock. The device had squished his bait and tackle down so far that it was almost possible to forget that he wasn’t freakishly hung… almost.

“Right! Dave said you can start as soon as you want. So, meet me out on the floor,” Curtis said and then spun around and playfully skipped back towards the dining room, still completely nude and covered in cum.

“At least wash your hair!” Trent called after him.

Curtis didn’t even look back. He just playfully flipped a bird over his shoulder and stepped through the doors.

Travis quickly settled into the routine of his new job. He had already picked up most of the tips and tricks on his first training shift with Curtis. After all, Travis had worked serving gigs before. This was a bit of an old hat for him. Although, the clientele here was much nicer than at any of his other jobs.

Today’s shift still had Travis shadowing Curtis, but Travis didn’t feel like he needed the constant supervision. Still… it felt nice just being near Curtis. Even when Curtis was turning his charm on the customers, Travis still got a bit of a second-hand high just from being near Curtis’s bubbly personality, and of course, there was the added benefit of getting to check out Curtis’s great bod throughout the shift. Curtis was an incorrigible flirt. It seemed like any chance he got, Curtis would lean in a little too low or stretch a little too far which gave the clients and Travis a good look at his butt, taint, and even briefs flashes of cock and balls.

Before Travis realized it, hours had passed. Travis wouldn’t have even noticed the passage of time had Curtis not pulled him aside.

“That’s it. Lunch time!” Curtis cheered.

“What? Already?” Travis gawked.

“What do you ‘already?’ We completely missed our break! I’m tired!” Curtis whined playfully.

“Oh… really…?” Travis asked.

“Oh, relax. I’m just teasing you. We could have taken a break earlier, but you looked like you were having so much fun that I didn’t want to distract you,” Curtis replied.

Travis was a bit taken aback. He had never been one to pass up a break at his old jobs. In fact, his insistence that he get all of his state mandated breaks was a lot of the reason that his old bosses didn’t much care for him. And yet… today, he was having such a great time that he didn’t even realize how long he had been working!

Curtis spun around and addressed the clients. “So long, boys. We’ll miss you!” he said. Curtis blew the crowd a big, two-handed kiss and backed away while giving the audience a wave. Then, right before he was about to back through the doorway to the back room, he pulled off his apron, flashed a playful wink at his fans, and then ducked into the break room.

Travis was glad for his cage. It kept his cock from giving a lurch of excitement at the sight of his friend’s nude body. Travis felt like he should be fully hard by now, but even though his cock felt stiff, the cage didn’t hurt. If anything, it felt a little extra roomy…

Travis gave the clients a bow and quickly followed after Curtis. As he did so, he heard one of the regulars shout, “Lose the skirt!”

This outburst was met with cheers from the crowd, but Travis, unfortunately, couldn’t give them what they wanted. If he did that, they would be sure to see his cage… as well as see how much he was working with downstairs. He didn’t feel ready to show that… not yet anyway.

As Travis stepped through the doorway, he was nearly knocked off his feet as Curtis threw his arms around him. Curtis gave him a quick peck on the cheek and said, “You were great out there!”

“T-thanks…” Travis replied.

“We’ll make you an Acorn boy yet,” Curtis cheered.

Travis blushed beet red at this. He already had the job. It wasn’t like yesterday where he was here on a trial basis, and yet, Travis didn’t quite feel like one of the guys. There was one little reason he didn’t quite feel he fit in… or rather one big reason… and yet, the way Curtis said it, made him excited that he may one day be one of the boys.

Travis supposed that that could happen. Sure, he was hung like a horse, but the few hours in a cage hid his size and made him blend in with the little guys. Perhaps being an Acorn boy was all a state of mind, and with enough practice and experience, he could be out there with the best of them. After all, he had gotten so comfortable in his cage in even just the past few hours. Soon, it would feel as natural as wearing glasses.

It was amazing how loose and roomy his cage felt. He had been struggling for the first hour or so of his shift. His cock was so huge and his cage was so small that Travis had to fight the urge to run back into the breakroom and swap back out for the larger size, but as the hours ticked on, he found himself feeling more and more at home in the device. By the time he was making his way towards the break room, it didn’t even hurt! In fact, it felt kind a little loose.

“Come on. Come on! We’re on break!” Curtis teased as he reached down and undid the knot holding up Travis’s apron.

“Okay. Geeze! I guess if it’s you trying to get me out of my clothes, I’ll allow it,” Travis joked back.

“Oooohhhh. Do you have a crush on me?” Curtis teased.

Travis couldn’t reply. His face burned brighter. His cock stirred to life in its confines.

Travis was suddenly wishing he could remove the cage and fast! He wanted to get hard! Fortunately, he didn’t have to wait long. Curtis reached down, and much as he had done the night before, deftly pulled the cage off so that Travis’s semi could flop free.

Curtis leaned in close and began to passionately kiss the nape of Travis’s neck. Travis’s body tensed and his cock twitched to life as Curtis reached down and stroked Travis’s dick and cupped Travis’s balls. Travis’s heart skipped a beat, but even as he basked in Curtis’s attention, something was eating at the back of his mind.

The way Curtis’s hand gripped his dick felt weird. He could feel the base of Curtis’s palm brushing against the tip of his dick and the tips of Curtis’s fingers cupping his nuts. How was that possible?

Travis glanced down, and through the fog of his own arousal, he could see it.

His dick was as hard as it had ever been… and yet… the tip didn’t even reach his belly button. But that was impossible! He was Hung! He had a foot long fat cock! The head of it reached his upper abs!

Travis’s jaw dropped. “How in the…” he murmured, but his words were cut off by Curtis’s lips and tongue pressing against his own.

While Travis and Curtis made out, Travis became aware of a new arrival in the room. Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded.

“Oh? Wow. He’s lost quite a bit,” Trent said.

“Yeah. It’s half what it was this morning!” Curtis agreed.

Travis’s body tensed up and his cock lurched excitedly. Half what it was this morning? Had it not just been a trick of the light? Was his dick really so short that it barely reached his belly button?

“I’ve never seen someone lose so much so fast,” Trent said.

“We’ve never had someone so big before,” Curtis replied.

“Maybe so…” Trent commented.

“What are you guys talking about?” Travis murmured as if in a daze.

“We’re talking about your cock!” Curtis said.

“Barely a cock now. I’d say you’re in dick range,” Trent replied.

Travis staggered back. His bare butt hit the swinging doorway causing him to stagger back into the dining room. There was a bit of a commotion as various waiters and clients turned to stare as Travis staggered bare-assed naked into the dining room.

As Travis stood there, he felt a weird mix of excitement and mortification. His perfectly average rod stood at attention as he awkwardly stood there in plain sight of everyone. He instinctively reached down and covered his cock, but he could already hear the comments from the clients and staff.

“Wow. So small already?”

“I told you he’d make a great addition.”

“Amazing. He must really want this.”

Travis’s head was spinning. Want this? Did he really want this? He was supposed to be hung! His dick was supposed to be huge! He was a born top with a huge cock! He was supposed to be sporting a foot-long dong not… whatever he currently had.

Yet… even as he argued with himself, another voice in the back of his mind was cheering. Did you hear that? He was so small already! Did that mean he’d get smaller!? How small? Small as Trent? Small as Curtis? … smaller?

Travis’s dick lurched with delight. His now much smaller balls tensed up in their smaller sack.

This was crazy. He had nuts the size of golf balls this morning! Now he had a pair of stones the size of grapes. He had a fat cock that was easily as long and as thick as his forearm, but now he had a perfectly normal, perfectly average six incher!

As Travis staggered back towards the break room, he kept a hand down covering his crotch. Some part in the back of his brain delighted in the fact that he could cover with just one hand. Just this morning it would have taken both!

As Travis made his way back into the break room, the disparate parts of his brain were locked in fierce debate. He should be huge. He was supposed to be big! And yet… somehow, he knew there was no going back. He had an average-sized cock now.

… But where’s the fun in being average? Wouldn’t you rather be special? Why be average when you can be small? Why be small when you can be… tiny?

As Travis stepped into the break room, he caught the tail end of the conversation between Curtis and Trent.

“Wow. He got really small in just one day,” Curtis said.

“That’s why Dave says not to skip sizes,” Trent replied.

“What’s this about skipping sizes?” Travis asked shakily.

Trent and Curtis turned to look at Travis. Travis was now standing in the doorway, naked as the day he was born, fresh cum dripping from the hand that covered his shrunken package.

Travis stumbled unsteadily towards the couch in the break room. He plopped his bare ass down on the cushions and stared in shock and awe at his own shrunken cock. It was just so… average? He couldn’t quite get a good grasp of his own feelings. There was just too much swirling in his head. Some voice in the back of his mind continued to rage. He was hung! He had a huge cock! He had the kind of dick most dudes could only dream of! The fat foot-long was his pride and joy since high school!

And yet… despite his seemingly amazing cock, Travis had never had much luck in the bedroom. It was huge and unwieldy. That pretty much meant that he was relegated to bottoming since he had yet to find another guy that was interested in him and was able to take his huge meat.

Travis had fooled around a few times with a couple of guys who were obsessed with his huge cock. They loved to slurp and suck it while moaning and cooing about how huge and sexy it was. Travis loved the feeling of another guy’s mouth around his cock, but looking back on it, he was always more interested in the praise itself than the subject of the praise. Here, he could have both the praise and a cute little dick!

As Travis sat there and stared at his medium-sized schlong, the thoughts in his head continued to argue. Sure, he may have once had a huge cock, but now he had this perfectly average pecker. This was fine in its own way, but… if he had shrunk this much, that meant he could get it smaller, right?

Even just the faint hint of a thought that his cock might get smaller, caused his respectable semi to twitch to life. He had just cum so much, but even the thought of getting smaller got him so excited that he wanted to rub one out again!

As Travis silently stewed in his own thoughts, Curtis came up beside him and took a seat next to him on the couch.

“You okay?” Curtis asked.

“Oh? Hmm?” Travis murmured.

“You seem a little shocked. Did… you not know this would happen?” Curtis asked.

Travis glanced over at his friend and raised an eyebrow curiously, but he still wasn’t in the right headspace to formulate a coherent response.

“Heh. Don’t coddle him. He knew exactly what he was doing,” Trent said with a sneer.

“Oh, shush,” Curtis chided.

“You should have seen how eager he was. Completely skipping a size just to get smaller,” Trent replied.

Curtis shrugged him off. “You can’t speak for him. Let’s hear what he really wants,” he said.

“What I really want…” Travis murmured.

“What’s that?” Curtis asked.

“It’s just… I didn’t think this was possible… It’s strange, but… I don’t miss being big?” Travis mumbled awkwardly.

“How what’s possible?” Curtis asked.

“It shrunk. Is this normal?” Travis asked.

“Eh,” Trent replied with a noncommittal hand wiggle.

“I couldn’t tell you the specifics. You’d have to ask Dave,” Curtis replied.

“Did this happen to you too?” Curtis asked.

“The shrinkage?” Trent asked.

“Yeah,” Travis replied.

Again, Trent gave a noncommittal shrug, but Curtis was able to give a better response. “Most guys who come here are already… a bit on the small side,” he said.

“So, you haven’t…?” Travis asked.

“Nope. This is as big as it got,” Curtis said. He puffed up his chest with pride and his little dick seemed to give a lurch of excitement as if it too was puffing up its chest.

“This place mostly advertises by word of mouth. Usually, the only people who find their way here are little guys or afficionados,” Trent said.

“Afficionados,” Curtis said with a giggle.

“What!?” Trent sneered.

“It just sounds so fancy when you say it that way,” Curtis said with a laugh.

“Well, it is! Or was! We’re an exclusive club! This whole recruiting bigger guys thing sounded stupid to me,” Trent said with a huff.

Curtis shot him a stink eye, but Trent just scoffed.

“Don’t pay attention to him. He just likes being the big man on campus,” Curtis said.

Trent completely blew Curtis off and spoke directly to Travis, “Until I met you, I didn’t see the point, but I gotta admit. Seeing how much you wanted it makes it so much fun,”

“W-wanted?” Travis asked.

“I didn’t even have to suggest you go smaller. You were so desperate, you crammed yourself into that little cage,” Trent said. He had a sneer on his face, but there was something playful and even a little flirtatious in the way he spoke.

“Stop bullying him,” Curtis said, but his tone was more of playful admonishment than actual protestation.

“It’s not bullying if he’s into it,” Trent replied.

Trent was grinning from ear to ear as he strode up and stood over Travis. Trent’s rigid dicklet was pointed straight at Travis’s chest. Travis glanced down and admired Trent’s short rod. The thing was definitely bigger than Curtis’s but it was only as big as Trent’s thumb at best.

Travis couldn’t help but glance back and forth between his own stiffening chub and Trent’s rigid dick. His cock was far larger than Trent’s own. It had easily three times the length, and even though Trent had an impressive thickness to his tiny tadger, Travis’s cock still had at least twice the girth.

Some part of Travis’s brain still tried to play the big dick card. Some part of him didn’t want to relinquish his title. He may be average now, but compared to Trent, Travis was packing! And yet… as he stared down at Trent’s pre-drooling dicklet, only one question repeated itself in Travis’s mind.

“Will mine get that small?” Travis asked. Was the question meant for Trent? Was it meant for Travis himself? Was he just throwing it out into the ether for whatever power was listening? Not even Travis could tell who the question was aimed at.

The second the words were out of Travis’s mouth, he quickly averted his gaze and tried to act like he hadn’t said anything. It’s a silly question. He shouldn’t even entertain the idea. It’s not like he wanted to be that small. Surely, he was asking out of fear. Surely…

Trent was still staring straight at Travis. The huge smirk was still plastered on his face. Without a word, Trent stepped forward and got onto the couch so that he was straddling Travis’s thigh. Trent threw his arms over Travis’s shoulders and continued to stare down at him and smirk. Everything from his posture to his expression was daring Travis to speak up. His entire aura was goading Travis to deny what they both knew was true.

“Will it get this small?” Trent asked. He was still staring intently at Travis. Travis was struggling to look away, but he couldn’t resist Trent’s gaze.

“W-what?” Travis murmured.

“You asked me, but only you can answer,” Trent said in a sultry growl.

Trent lowered himself down until he was seated on Travis’s lap. Their cocks and balls pressed against each other. Travis was now beyond rock hard. His respectable stiffy stood straight and tall and all but eclipsed Trent’s little dick. Trent’s small cock was all but invisible behind Travis’s own rager, but Travis didn’t need to see it to know how much smaller it was than his. He could feel it grinding against the sensitive underside of his own rock-hard cock. Trent was grinding his dick against Travis’s own. Travis could feel that with each thrust, Trent’s dick didn’t even reach halfway up his shaft.

“You sounded disappointed at the thought of being my size,” Trent whispered in Travis’s ear. His voice was such a deep growl that it made the hairs on Trent’s neck stand on end, but as hot as Trent’s voice was, the things Trent was saying did not make sense to him. Travis was about to protest. He wasn’t disappointed by Trent’s size! Travis loved it, and in fact…

In that moment of weakness Travis almost admitted that he wanted his to be that small. He almost admitted it to Trent… and to himself.

Trent was not fooled. He could feel Travis’s cock trembling against his own.

Travis was beyond fully boned. His whole body was shuddering like a leaf, and that went double for his dick. He was so horny that his cock was bucking and lurching like a raging bull. Travis wanted to cum, but he resisted. Some small part in the back of his mind struggled to hold the line. Cumming now would be an admission. If he came then that would mean that he would have to admit…

Trent ran his fingers through Travis’s hair and leaned in even closer. He gave Travis’s earlobe a playful nibble before continuing to moan playful secrets into Travis’s ear.

“It’s fine. I don’t want you to be my size either,” Trent said with a devious chuckle.

Travis tensed up. Should he be offended? Should he protest. Somehow the mere notion of not being small frustrated him! But Travis didn’t dare say to Trent… or himself.

“You’re adorable. I see now why Curtis wants you,” Trent said with a chuckle.

Travis again couldn’t collect his thoughts enough to react. He just sat there and fought an internal war between his brain and his cock, but Trent quickly tipped the scales.

“You and I both know you wouldn’t want to be my size… you want to be smaller,” Trent moaned.

As Trent gave Travis’s earlobe another playful nibble, Travis’s entire body tensed up. His cock gave a powerful lurch. He almost came just from the mere mention of being smaller! His heart fluttered. His cock ached! In that split second, he felt like he had never wanted anything more in his life. The rush of euphoria was so potent that even the logical part of his brain which begged him to think this through was silenced.

“C-can I do that?” Travis asked in a hushed whisper. He was so quiet that it was almost like he was trying to hide the question from even himself. He was so quiet that it wasn’t even clear if Trent could even hear him, but regardless of whether Trent could hear him or not, Trent was once more whispering sweet temptation in his ear.

“The only limit is your desire,” Trent whispered.

Travis tensed up. His back arched. A cry of bliss escaped his lips as a huge spurt of cum erupted from his otherwise average cock.

Travis came again and again. How could he cum so much? How was he this horny? He had just creamed mere hours ago! His dick was nearly half its previous size. His balls had shrunk from being the size of golf balls to being the size of grapes, and yet somehow the load felt even bigger than ever!

Travis lay there gasping for breath. His mind was lost in a haze of excitement and afterglow. Cum dripped from his hair and down his face. He had cum so hard and so much that some of it had even fired over his shoulder! Both he and Trent had jizz in their hair and on their faces. Ropes of cum even splattered on Travis’s chest and dripped down his abs before oozing across his now softening but still incredibly chubbed up cock.

Trent got up from Travis’s lap and stared down at the addled, average-hung guy. Trent was still grinning from ear to ear. If anything, his smirk had grown since coaxing Travis over the edge.

“Wow. What did you say to him?” Curtis asked.

“I just told him the truth that he was pretending not to know,” Trent explained.

Curtis raised an eyebrow curiously but did not push the issue. He did however glance at the clock on the wall and quickly hop up from his seat.

“As fun as this was, if I don’t eat something soon, I’m going to miss the chance. My break is half over!” Curtis said.

“There’s some sandwiches in the fridge. Get one for newbie here while you’re at it,” Trent replied.

Curtis nodded and then leaned in close to Travis, gave him a quick peck on the cheek and said, “I’ll be back in just a sec. Go get cleaned up.” But before Travis could reply, Trent cut in.

“No,” Trent said flatly.

“What?” Curtis asked.

“No. Leave it. Let the regulars see how badly he wants it,” Trent said with a playful sneer.

Curtis chuckled. “And you always tease me for not cleaning off,” he said.

Trent shrugged. “I tease everyone, and the cum is a good look on him… almost as good a look as this…” Trent said as he pulled out a small item he had been holding behind his back.

Travis and Curtis glanced at Trent’s hand and saw that he was holding another cage. This one was a good deal smaller than the last.

“The last one was a bit too big for him now,” Trent said with a devilish smirk.

“Even so… that’s a little…” Curtis said.

“Hmm?” Travis asked groggily. Something about the size of the cage excited him, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on what.

“Didn’t you just say not to skip sizes?” Curtis asked.

“No. Dave said not to skip sizes. I want to see how tiny our rookie can get,” Trent said.

Travis glanced down at the tiny cage and shuddered with delight. How small would he get this time? Would it halve in size again? Would he go from a six-inch standard dick to a three-inch small cocklet?

Or would it get even smaller…

Travis had squeezed his dick into yet another tiny cage. This one felt impossibly snug, but he knew that that was only temporary. All he had to do was tough it out for a little bit, and his cage would soon be nice and roomy.

Travis was having a hell of a time focusing on his actual job. He was glad that he was just shadowing today and didn’t have his own tables to serve. Curtis was able to take point on most of the conversations, but the clients seemed very interested in speaking to Travis.

“Such a handsome young man.”

“Dave really knows how to pick them.”

“How small do you think he is?”

The comments seemed to echo in Travis’s mind, which just added to the surreal feeling of the whole afternoon. Travis tried his best to make small talk. He appreciated the compliments. Something about the way these people were talking to him got him so excited, but it was just so hard for him to form a coherent enough thought to give more than just the basic “thank you.”

Travis had never really thought of himself as particularly good-looking. He was in shape if that counted for anything. He had gone hard at the gym to give himself a lean, lithe body. He had had a fit bod and a huge rod, but it never seemed enough. He was always waiting for something before he could really get his life started. There was some missing piece that he needed in order to be a hit with other guys, but he had never been able to pinpoint just what it was.

Coming here had helped him realize what it was he was missing. It was something so simple and yet so intangible. Curtis had spotted it a mile away, but he had misinterpreted the source of Travis’s anxiety. What Travis lacked was a certain je ne sais quoi—a swagger of sorts. For lack of a better word, what he needed was “Big Dick Energy.” How ironic it was that he had had to trade half his size to find it.

As the patrons heaped praise on him, the last dying embers of Travis’s big dick pride raged pathetically in the back of his mind. The fading voice pleaded with him to rethink this. If he took it off now, he could still be average. When he was on break, he still had a solid six-incher. That was on the bigger end of average. That was still a respectable piece, but as the second half of his shift stretched on, that voice grew weaker and weaker, and Travis’s cage grew roomier and roomier. Eventually, that voice was silenced completely.

Travis somehow knew instinctively that that meant he could no longer even claim to be on the upper end of average. There was no circumstance in which he could claim to have a big dick… except maybe in comparison to his coworkers. He was a little guy now, and the realization got him so excited that he couldn’t stop grinning like a madman.

As the last hours of his shift stretched on, Travis had to fight a new internal battle. He had a renewed desire to remove his cage, but he didn’t want to halt his shrinkage. He wanted to see just how far he had come! How small was his dick now! Just thinking about it drove him wild!

Travis’s dick was struggling to stiffen in the confines of its cage. The way his cage gripped his cock sent conflicting signals into his subconscious. On one hand, his cage was so much looser than it was when he put it on. When he had first put it on, even his soft cock had filled the entire cage to capacity and then some. Even the slightest stiffening was painful. There was just no room for it to swell up! But now that a few hours had passed, his cock could get fully hard inside its prison, and yet… the mere fact that Travis could still feel the contours of the cage shoving his stiffened dick downwards was proof that he wasn’t yet small enough. He couldn’t take the cage off yet. He needed to be smaller!

For the last few hours of his shift, Travis had been in such a dreamlike fugue that he didn’t really notice the passage of time. The only real sense he had of linear flow was the steady loosening of his cage. It wasn’t until he finished wiping down the last of the tables that he realized that the last of the patrons had left.

“You seemed a little distant there for a bit,” Curtis said as he threw a playful arm over Travis’s shoulder.

“Y-yeah… sorry about that,” Travis replied. He flashed Curtis an apologetic smile, but Curtis didn’t seem bothered.

“It’s fine. I just wish I knew what was going on in that head of yours. Is everything all right? You’re not having second thoughts, are you?” Curtis asked.

“N-no!” Travis sputtered, but then he quickly recollected himself. “I mean. I’m not having second thoughts. Everything is fine… maybe better than fine…”

Curtis raised an eyebrow curiously, but his knowing smirk seemed to indicate that he understood what Travis was getting at.

“Well, it’s time to head home. What say you we see how you’re looking. You might even be one of us now,” Curtis said. He sounded so calm and reassuring, but there was a hint of devious playfulness to his demeanor. He clearly wanted to see how small Travis had gotten.

“Y-yeah!” Travis replied. He tried to take a step towards the breakroom, but Curtis shifted his side-hug into a headlock and pulled Travis in close.

“W-what gives?” Travis asked.

“We’ve waited long enough,” Curtis said. There was a devious glint in his eye that got Travis hot under the proverbial collar.

While Curtis held Travis in place, another figure snuck up behind them and quickly pulled the knot out of the small, cloth belt that served to hold up Travis’s tiny apron. The small piece of fabric fluttered to the floor leaving Travis standing there clad in nothing but his loose cock cage.

Travis blushed bright red. The clientele had all left, but there were still a couple servers walking around helping clean up. Travis was not used to having such a crowd. He instinctively tried to cover his crotch, but the mysterious figure from earlier grabbed his wrists and pulled them aside. Travis didn’t even need to see to know who this was. The guy was clearly shorter than him but noticeably stronger.

“Don’t you want an audience for the grand unveiling?” Trent teased.

Travis couldn’t respond. Part of him wanted to come back with some sort of barb even just as playful banter, but he couldn’t get his brain to stop fixating on something Trent had said.

“Grand Unveiling?” Travis asked. The way Trent spoke, it sounded almost like this was as small as Travis would get. There’s no way that was right.

Curtis undid the headlock which let Travis stand back up to his full height, but Travis made no effort to pull his wrists free from Trent’s grasp. Travis just stood there and stared out at the crowd that had gathered.

There were some cheers from Travis’s coworkers as they all stood around and watched with bated breath. Most of them had heard about Travis. Some of them had even seen his huge cock at its former glory, but none of them knew just how much he had been reduced by. Seeing him standing there in such a small cage could only mean that his dick was now good and tiny, and everyone was excited to see just how small it was.

“Mind if I do the honors?” Curtis asked. He flashed a sweet smile at Travis which instantly dissolved any lingering anxiety that Travis may have still had, and as Curtis slowly sank down to his knees so he was kneeling at eye level with Travis’s cock, Travis’s anxiety gave way to arousal. Travis didn’t just want the cage off so that he could see the changes, he wanted the cage off so Curtis could see it! Travis was suddenly more excited for Curtis’s reaction than his own!

Travis nodded. He tried to keep his excitement in check as he did so, but he was so hyped up that he was practically vibrating. It was actually a good thing that Trent was holding him else he might have bounced clear out of the dining room.

Curtis glanced up at Travis, and in the brief second that their eyes met, Travis could feel Curtis’s excitement as strongly as he could feel his own. They both wanted this so badly…

Curtis reached up and gently tugged at Travis’s cage. It was so loose that it came right off. As the cage came off, Travis’s small stiffy spilled into view.

The entire crowd, Travis included, gasped in awe at the sight.

Travis’s dick, fully hard, was only barely bigger than his middle finger. It was maybe as thick as his thumb. His nuts, which had formerly been the size of golf balls had been reduced down to the size of large grapes. Now they were maybe half that. They were the size of cherries!

Travis stared down it awe at his own little dick. It had not been this small since middle school! Probably even earlier than that! His dick was now smaller than it would have been when he was twelve!

There was no way he could ever claim to have a big dick anymore, and somehow, he felt a wave of relief at the realization. He was one of the little guys now… but was it enough?

Travis managed to pull his eyes away from his dick and from Curtis’s excited gaze. He scanned his surroundings. As he did so, his gaze fell from one of his new coworkers to the next. Every one of them had removed their own apron when they had finished taking the last of the orders for the night. Travis glanced to their faces first and then their dicks. Every guy looked so excited to see his changes. In fact, they all seemed proud of him for his progress, but none looked prouder than Dave who leaned against the wall in the back of the room and beamed on like a proud parent.

The joy and excitement in everyone’s eyes filled Travis with a rush of euphoria, but that wave of good juju was quickly counteracted as Travis’s gaze drifted downward. Travis quickly realized that he was small, but he wasn’t Acorn small.

Again, a voice deep in the back of his mind told him to be happy. It told him to leave well enough alone. He had a wonderfully small cock. Any smaller and he’d have a full-on micro penis.

Hazy memories of high school and middle school flashed in his mind. He remembered the cutting barbs his classmates aimed at one another.

“Kid dick.”

“Boy clit.”

Travis had been spared the jeers since he had been well above average even though he was a late bloomer. There was no way he wanted that for himself, right? A cock that small was a mark of shame not a symbol of status… and yet… As Travis’s gaze drifted from one under-sized stiffy to the next, he felt out of place.

Travis’s tumultuous introspection was suddenly derailed as the voices of his audience broke through his internal monologue.

“Wow. He’s so small already!”

“It’s such a good look on him!”

“He really does look like he belongs here!”

Travis once again swelled with pride, both literally and figuratively. His stiffy shuddered excitedly. His nuts tensed. Travis’s whole body shuddered.

Travis couldn’t believe himself. He had nearly cum without even touching his dick! Just the praise was enough to drive him mad! He wanted to cum. He wanted his audience to see his little dick spurt!

Travis heard a small chuckle down below. He glanced down to see Curtis still kneeling in front of him and eying Travis’s shuddering cock with excitement.

Curtis tore his gaze away from Travis’s shuddering dick and glanced up and locked eyes with Travis. “I told you, you’d fit right in,” Curtis cooed softly.

Travis again shuddered with excitement. His dick gave a playful lurch.

Curtis reached up and wrapped a hand around Travis’s dick. As he did so, Travis marveled at what he saw. It was hard to believe that just a day ago, Travis’s cock was so massive that he could easily wrap both hands around his shaft and have plenty of room to spare. Now, Curtis had Travis’s cock fully in the grip of just one hand. Travis could barely even see a little bit of his dick tip poking out the side of Curtis’s grasp. Travis’s cock had gone from being a full foot long to not even being a palm’s length!

Curtis continued to gaze up at Travis and smirk from ear to ear as he pressed his thumb down upon the faint bit of dick tip that poked past his fingers. Travis let out a soft whimper as his entire cock vanished into Curtis’s hand.

The whole scene was so hot that Travis could barely think. Travis’s cock was so small that it could now be completely eclipsed in one hand! The way Curtis’s thumb rubbed the sensitive tip of his cock felt fantastic! The bedroom eyes that Curtis was giving him just served to amplify the experience.

As Curtis continued to run his thumb along the sensitive, pre-drooling slit of Travis’ cock, Travis’s breaths came out shorter and quicker. His heart pounded. His body trembled. His cock shuddered. He was so close to cumming. He tried to resist, if for no other reason than to prolong the pleasure, but he was at his limit.

Travis let out a cry of bliss. His cock bucked and lurched in Curtis’s grip. Travis came again and again. With each thick, warm spurt, jizz bubbled up from the gaps between Curtis’s fingers.

Again, there was so much. It seemed impossible for him to cum that much given how recently he had just creamed. It seemed like a ridiculous amount of spunk given how small his balls had become, but Travis felt so backed up that it may as well have been weeks, not hours, since he had drained his sack.

Curtis continued to hold Travis’s gaze even as Travis’s climax tapered off. Curtis let go of Travis’s softening cock and lifted his cum-coated hand toward his own face. Still gazing flirtatiously up at Travis and grinning seductively, Curtis playfully licked at the cum which now coated his hand.

Travis was so horny that he wished he had more to give, but his balls were drained. All he could do was stand there and stare in horny, addled awe as Curtis stood up and moved in even closer. Soon, Curtis was so close that their cocks touched. Travis’s now softening dick gave a half-hearted attempt to lurch with joy once more, but he was so spent that he couldn’t quite get it up.

As their lips met, Travis was once again overwhelmed by how hot Curtis was. Travis couldn’t resist. His arms wrapped around Curtis’s lean body. His hands cupped Curtis’s bubbly ass. Travis’s hips moved as if of their own volition, grinding his small semi against Curtis’s rigid dicklet.

As they kissed, Curtis ran his cum-coated hands sensually through Travis’s hair. His tongue flicked past Travis’s lips, and with it came bits of Travis’s prior load. It was all so amazing, so sexy, so hot, that Travis’s dick stirred to life in spite of its prior exhaustion.

It was the most passionate kiss Travis had ever experienced, and the flavor of his own cum on Curtis’s tongue just drove him wilder. Their bodies rubbed together. Their small cocks grinded up against one another. Travis could feel Curtis’s body shuddering. He could hear Curtis’s moans. He could feel Curtis’s tiny dick lurching against his own.

Travis couldn’t help himself. He slipped a hand closer towards the center of Curtis’s bubbly ass. He pressed a fingertip playfully against Curtis’s twitching hole. As the pair continued to grope and grind, Travis slipped his digit in deeper and deeper until he found that spot that he knew would have the desired effect. He pressed down hard and felt the results immediately. Curtis’s entire body went rigid. His cock gave a powerful lurch of delight. Curtis let out a cry of shock and bliss.

Travis immediately felt the rush of warmth below as Curtis’s cum mixed and mingled with Travis’s own cooling load. Travis was so excited by Curtis’s climax that he didn’t even mind that his own balls were too sore and drained to provide any spunk of his own.

Curtis managed to hold the kiss long enough for his cock to give up what little cum it had less and then collapsed into Travis’s arms. “Who taught you that?” Curtis asked with a nearly delirious smirk.

Travis could only smile as he hugged his friend tightly to his chest. The crowd around them cheered and clapped, but one particularly loud, slow, and deliberate clap reverberated above the din of the others.

Travis glanced groggily over towards the sound and watched as Dave strode into the center of the room. Travis nudged Curtis and directed Curtis’s attention towards their boss as Dave stepped in front of them.

The pair managed to stand up and face their employer. The duo were both so exhausted and euphoric that they had to lean on one another to remain upright. Their small packages both coated with a mixture of each other’s cum.

Dave was smiling a broad, toothy smile that seemed to exude pure pride and joy. Travis couldn’t tell if it was just his hormone addled state or if Dave had always been so massive and masculine. His beefy bod was crammed impeccably into a pair of tight slacks and a button up shirt that just seemed to enhance the contours of his dense muscles and thick bulge. Being in the presence of such raw masculinity just made Travis feel even smaller… which in turn made him even more excited.

“I knew when you first showed up that you’d make a great addition to our crew,” Dave said. His deep, hearty voice seemed to echo through the room.

Travis was too exhausted and addled to speak, but he did manage a huge grin and a deferential nod.

Dave’s attention shifted towards Curtis as he spoke his next line, “I know you’re close to forty hours already, but I think this calls for a little overtime.”

“Mm…” Curtis replied giddily and nodded in agreement.

Travis wasn’t sure what was going on, but he was excited to find out.

Dave turned his attention back to Travis and said, “Are you free tomorrow? I’d like you to work another shift… this time not as a trainee but as an official member of the Acorn crew.”

Travis’s jaw hung open in shock. An official member? Already? Was he ready? Was he hot enough? Was he… small enough?

Travis struggled with all his might to tamp down his doubts. He steeled his resolve and looked straight into Dave’s eyes.

“I’ll be here,” Travis said.

Dave’s huge smile spread wider, and he once again began to clap his loud, slow, powerful clap. The rest of the audience began to cheer all over again, but they quickly silenced when Dave raised a hand to get their attention.

“I’ll want all hands on deck tomorrow! I’ll put out the notice to all our regulars. Tomorrow, we unveil our newest Acorn boy!” Dave announced dramatically.

The entire wait staff cheered once more. Curtis leaned in closer and hugged Travis even tighter, and a strong set of hands clamped down the duo’s shoulders. Travis didn’t have to look to see who it was. He was getting used to the feel of Trent’s strong grip.

“Be ready, newbie. We’ve got a special treat for you tomorrow. Think of it as… an initiation,” Trent growled playfully into Travis’s ear.

Travis’s mind was racing as he stood in front of the mirror. His dick was now smaller than it had been since middle school, and now that it was soft, the sheer loss of size was even more noticeable. His little softy now draped over a pair of nuts that were no larger than cherries. It looked even smaller than Travis had expected. He had always been more of a shower than a grower. Even just a day ago, the tip of his dick would have hung farther than even his saggy balls, but now the tip of his dicklet nestled comfortably between his two small nuts which seemed to fill out his little sack.

Travis had gotten so swept up in the moment at work, he hadn’t really considered what this would mean for him when anywhere else. Now that he was back home and his mind was a little clearer, all he could do was stand there and stare at his small dick with a sense of fascination and curiosity. What would they say in the locker room at the gym? He had a reputation there. Everyone knew he was packing. He had heard the comments behind his back. They had been in awe of his huge cock. They spoke in hushed voices as they discussed his thick dick and fat nuts. There was no small amount of jealousy in their voices and in their gazes.

Now, however… what was there to be jealous of? Their reverence would give way to derision. After all, Travis had a small dick. Would they cheer? Would they delight in his downfall?

As Travis played the scenario in his head, he could hear their voices.

“What happened? Your cock is so small!?”

“I wouldn’t call it a cock. It’s barely a dick!”

“A dick? It’s barely a nubbin!”

Yet… as the voices echoed in his head, they didn’t sound snide or spiteful. They seemed in awe, and as Travis played the scenario in his head, his little dick began to swell and stiffen.

Travis gasped in shock. For a second, he was worried that the magic was fading, and he was regaining his former manhood, but he quickly realized that no, his dick was just hardening.

Travis let out a soft chuckle and stared down at his stiffy in bemused fascination. Some part in the back of his mind was trying to poke and prod him into freaking out, but he couldn’t even hype himself up into a panic spiral.

By all objective measures, it made no sense. After all, who would willingly do this? Who would willingly allow their once massive cock to dwindle into a tiny little rod like this? Everything Travis had learned growing up had led him to believe that this was the worst thing that could happen to a guy! And yet…

Travis stroked his little dick between his thumb and two fingers as he strode towards the small desk in the corner of his dorm. By the time he reached the desk, he was so hot and bothered that his rigid dick was dripping pre. Part of him wanted to just cum right then and there, but he needed to stay hard if even just for a moment. He needed to see for himself just how small he had gotten.

Travis pulled out a basic, wooden ruler from inside his desk and held the thing beside his cock and marveled at what he saw.

It was shy of the four-inch mark.

Travis tilted his head and stared curiously down at his own reduced rod. He didn’t even know how he should feel. Should he round up? Just call his cock a small, four-incher? If the locker room chatter was to be believed, that was what guys with small dicks did, right? They rounded up. They pushed the ruler deeper into their crotch to squeeze out ever last millimeter. They tried and strained and raged against fate to seem larger than they really were… and yet… Travis was glad to fall short of the mark. Seeing that gap between the tip of his dick and the tic mark that denoted four inches filled him with a strange sense of pride.

His dick was less than a third of what it had been the day before. He was now far on the low side of average. He was dangerously close to having a full-on micro penis, but it somehow looked ridiculously huge. His rod was huge compared to what Trent was sporting, and it was massive compared to what Curtis was working with.

Just the mere thought of his friend and coworker sent a shudder up his spine and a lurch through his dick. His cheeks suddenly flushed bright red. What would Curtis say? Was it small enough for him?

Travis was suddenly tempted to grab his phone and call Curtis right then and there. If nothing else, he wanted to hear his voice. Even if Travis couldn’t see Curtis’s face, he wanted to hear Curtis’s soft, playful laugh, but right as Travis was about to dial his friend, his phone started to buzz.

It was Curtis!

“Hello!?” Travis yelped.

“That was fast!” Curtis replied.

“Oh. Sorry. The phone was already in my hand. It just sort of happened,” Travis replied.

“Don’t apologize, you goofus!” Curtis replied with a soft laugh. That same soft laugh that Travis had been daydreaming about mere seconds before.

“So… what’s up?” Travis asked, trying to sound casual.

“Actually, I was on my way over, and I thought it might be better to call first than to just drop by unannounced,” Curtis replied.

“Oh? How soon can you get here!? I mean. When will you be dropping by?” Travis replied. Again, trying to sound casual, but failing miserably.

Travis just laughed his sweet laugh in reply, and suddenly, Travis heard a knock on his door.

Travis didn’t even think. He darted across the room and quickly grabbed the doorknob. It was awkward since he had both hands full, but he quickly managed to fumble with the doorknob between his pinky and ring finger and pull the door open.

Travis flung the door wide open, and in the fraction of a second that it took the door to swing and reveal who was standing on the other side, Travis’s anxiety spiked. What if it was someone else!? He should have checked! It was silly for him to expect the person he was talking to on the phone to be on the other side! Why would he call from the doorway! He could have just knocked!? What if his RA saw him like this. What if one of his friends!? How would he explain this? Answering the door, bare-assed naked, with a raging, shrunken hard-on, and a ruler in one hand!?

Curtis was standing on the other side of the door. The phone was still held to his ear. As Travis burst out into the hallway, Curtis was taken aback, but only for a split second. His look of shock rapidly shifted to a look of excitement.

“Oh! You’ve already gotten warmed up for me!” Curtis said with a chuckle as he glanced down at Travis’s small, pre-drooling stiffy.

Travis was too shocked and excited to react. His brain was still buffering from the split-second panic spiral that he was trying to come down from. All he could do was stand there and stare at his cute friend.

Curtis quickly clicked his phone off and slid it into his pants pocket. With his hands now free, he reached up and gently cupped Travis’s cheeks before pulling Travis in for a long, passionate kiss on the lips.

Travis’s entire body (sans his cock) melted like butter. He was almost literally putty in Curtis’s hands. Before he even realized what was happening, his hands dropped the ruler and the phone to the floor below. The two objects landed with a thud as they clattered to the ground.

“I wanted… to see… how you were… reacting… you know… to the changes…” Curtis moaned between heavy kisses.

Travis couldn’t form words. He was like a man possessed. All he could do was grind his little dick against Curtis’s jeans while passionately kissing and suckling Curtis’s neck and earlobe.

While the pair stood there in the hallways and made out, Curtis quickly began peeling off his clothes. He pulled his shirt quickly up and over his head and chucked it into the dorm room behind them. Next, he quickly stepped out of his jeans and similarly kicked those aside. He aimed for the doorway, but he was too focused on making out to aim properly. His jeans thudded against the doorframe and landed further down the hallway. Soon, Curtis was standing in the hallway clad in just a pair of cute briefs which really showcased his bubbly butt and small rod. Curtis was already rock-hard as well. Pre seeped through the fabric of his briefs and dripped onto the carpet below.

Curtis took a step back and struck a sultry pose for his partner. “Care to do the honors?” Curtis said playfully.

Travis didn’t need to be asked twice. He stepped forward and dropped to his knees and quickly began to pull down Curtis’s cute briefs. Curtis’s tiny, rigid rod, slapped up to attention as the waistband released it. Travis couldn’t help but marvel at it all over agog. It was maybe half his size. If Travis was hovering close to four inches, this couldn’t be more than two! It wasn’t even as long as Travis’s thumb and a bit thinner to boot. Curtis’s tiny cock was topped off with a pair of tiny little nuts that were far smaller than Travis’s own. If Travis’s were the size of cherries, Curtis’s had to be the size of cherry pits!

Travis stared on. His jaw hung open. He was overwhelmed with a mix of awe, fascination, arousal, and jealousy. There were so many emotions raging within him, but they were all goading him on.

Travis began to suck Curtis’s small cocklet. He could feel Curtis’s small nuts against his chin. His lips went all the way down to the base, but the tip of Curtis’s dick didn’t even hit the back of his throat.

Curtis’s cock was compact, but that didn’t diminish Travis’s joy. If anything, it amplified it. He wanted to feel the whole thing in his mouth. He wanted to feel Curtis’s tiny nuts against his fingertips, but perhaps more importantly, he wanted to imagine what it would be like to have one like that of his own.

“Hey… hey… come on… hold up…” Curtis moaned and cooed softly while Travis worked his dick. Travis didn’t pay him any mind. He just continued to suck and lick the length of Curtis’s small cock.

“Wait… I came… for a reason…” Curtis moaned as he ran his fingers through Travis’s hair.

While this was happening, another student who lived on that floor walked by. “Dudes. Get a room…” he said.

Had Travis been lucid, he may have even recognized the guy, but in his lust-fueled state, he barely even noticed that there was someone else nearby, and as the pair continued their lewd display, other neighbors began to peek their heads out into the hallway to see what was happening.

“Woah… is that Travis?”

“Get it, homeboy!”

“Wait… what happened to his dick?”

“Oh, yeah! I thought he was hung!”

“Maybe he has a twin?”

“Looks more like a baby brother!”

There were a few chuckles from the peanut gallery, but most were too fascinated to poke fun, and even the straightest of the bunch couldn’t deny how hot the show was.

Curtis managed to steel himself. He pulled back, causing his tiny dicklet to slip free from Travis’s mouth. Travis lurched forward and almost fell flat on his face from the sudden shift in position. A soft, whimper escaped his lips as he struggled to steady himself.

“Come on… Let’s go inside,” Curtis said, struggling to regain his composure and steady his breathing.

Travis looked dejected but nodded in agreement. He was quickly coming down from his overwhelming arousal and excitement, and as he did so, he realized the crowd that had begun to form.

There was a brief second where Travis tensed up. He was busted. They all knew he was a little guy now. The word would spread like wildfire for sure, but… he wasn’t freaked out? He knew he should be. His status as a big-dicked stud was officially trashed, but he couldn’t shake the excitement. Even ignoring his change in stature, he knew he should be mortified by getting caught sucking dick in the middle of the hallway, but somehow even that excited him.

He had never been so brazen. Was this purely Curtis’s influence? Or was it the atmosphere of Acorn rubbing off on him. Curtis was by far the flirtiest waiter there, but even the other guys liked to flash their goods from time to time. Travis had been so beset by a mix of emotions as he watched his new coworkers flirt and frolic, and only now was he realizing what those emotions were. It wasn’t jealousy. It was something a bit more pure. He wanted that for himself, and as he had learned to relax around the diner, he slowly began to realize that this was something he could have for himself. This was the kind of guy that he could be!

Curtis was quick to snap Travis from his reverie. Curtis reached down and helped Travis back to his feet. For a moment, the pair of under-hung hotties stood there in the middle of the dorm hallway while the crowd looked on in awe and curiosity.

“That’s all you get for free. You want more, you’ll have to pay,” Curtis said flirtatiously to the crowd.

There were a few mutters of dejection and excitement. Curtis flashed another winning smile, and slowly helped Travis stagger back into the dorm room where they could continue in the relative privacy of a small room with thin walls.

“As fun as that is… I came here for something specific…” Curtis murmured softly between gasps. He had mostly caught his breath, but he was still visibly flushed and obviously horny.

“Hmm?” Travis asked groggily.

Curtis leaned in closer and whispered his next line seductively into Travis’s ear. “I want you to fuck me with that thing while I can still feel it,” he growled.

Travis let out a sound that was somewhere between a yelp and a whimper as Curtis shoved him onto the mattress. Travis managed to prop himself up onto his elbows just in time to see Curtis lowering himself down onto Travis’s rigid cock.

Travis’s cock was so slick with pre that they didn’t even need to lube up first. It didn’t hurt that Travis’s dick was less than a third what it was the day before. It used to be that Travis’s monster was so massive that other guys were terrified to go down on it, but tonight, Curtis lowered himself down on it with ease. Curtis’s hole gripped Travis’s shrunken cock. His small rod slid smoothly into Curtis’s tight ass. There was no lengthy prep work. There was no need for stretching. Travis was balls deep in his friend’s ass in an instant. A lot of this was proof of Curtis’s practice and skill, but more than that, it was a sign of just how small Travis’s cock had become.

“This is a good size on you,” Curtis growled seductively as he began to rock his hips.

Travis couldn’t reply. All he could do was lie there in bed and writhe in ecstasy. His hands moved as if they had a mind of their own. They reached out for Curtis’s lean, lithe body. His fingertips traced paths along the ridges and contours of Curtis’s toned abs and defined V. The sculpted mound Curtis’s Adonis belt wrapped from his grabbable hips towards his crotch where his tiny, rock-hard dick slapped against the lower edge of the defined band of muscle.

Curtis rocked his hips and tensed his hole. Each motion sent shockwaves of bliss through Travis’s whole body and threatened to short-circuit his brain. This was amazing! Sex had never felt like this before! If every time felt like this, he would be a certified top every day of the week. It was almost a shame that…

“It’s almost a shame that we can’t keep you this size,” Curtis moaned between thrusts.

Curtis finished Travis’s thought for him. The realization that they were both on the same page was the last straw. Travis back arched. His hands clenched down on Curtis’s hips and held his friend down as Travis’s reduced dick spurted seed deep into Curtis’s ass. Curtis came almost in unison. His dicklet sprayed spunk across Travis’s face and into his hair.

The pair came again and again. The load seemed impossibly huge for the size of their stones. By the time Curtis collapsed onto Travis’s bed and into Travis’s arms, Travis’s fact, hair, and chest were splattered with jizz. Meanwhile, spunk seeped from Curtis’s used hole.

“What… what do you mean?” Travis asked between gasps once he started to come down from the afterglow.

“Hmm?” Curtis asked groggily.

“What you said… can’t keep me this size?” Travis asked.

There was a brief moment where the panic swelled within him. Was this temporary? Was he going to go back to how it was before?

Curtis could feel Travis’s muscles tense. It didn’t take a mind reader to know where Travis’s mind was going, especially given how high strung he was.

Curtis chuckled softly and sweetly into Travis’s ear and then shook himself free from Travis’s arms.

Travis gazed up curiously at his friend. Travis was hovering close to a panic attack, but even so, he couldn’t help but admire Curtis’s nude form. Curtis’s lean, lithe bod glistened with sweat. How now soft dicklet sat cutely atop his small balls. For a brief second, Travis understood the name of diner that they were now both employed, but before he could comment on it, Curtis turned and walked back towards the doorway.

Travis watched Curtis’s cute booty swish as he walked slowly, deliberately across the dorm room. While Curtis showboated, a trail of Travis’s own jizz seeped out between Curtis’s cheeks and down his thigh. Curtis opened the doorway and stepped out into the hallway once more. He bent down to scoop up his discarded clothes, giving Travis a good look at his recently used hole in the process. Despite their recent activity, Travis’s small cock began to stir to life once more at the thought, but what Curtis did next got Travis rock-hard all over.

Curtis reached into his jeans pocket and pulled out a small metallic case. For a brief second, Travis thought he recognized it, but then he realized that this was smaller than before.

“Dave doesn’t know I have this,” Curtis replied devilishly.

“Wait… is that?” Travis asked.

Curtis nodded and continued to smirk. He sat down on the bed next to Travis and spun the case around so the clasp now faced Travis and popped it open. Travis’s eyes lit up as he stared down at the objects within.

More cages.

Smaller cages.

“But… I thought…” Travis murmured in awe.

“That you had the smallest size? From that case anyway,” Curtis explained.

“I don’t get it. I thought Trent said…” Travis murmured.

“Trent doesn’t know as much as he thinks he does. Most of the staff don’t know about these. Dave has a lot of rules about these. You’ve heard a few of them. Don’t skip sizes. Don’t wear ones that are too tight. Yadda yadda,” Curtis explained.

“So then…” Travis replied.

“Believe it or not, Dave is a cautious guy. He wanted to test these out slowly and see how they worked. They’re supposed to have a… I don’t know what you call it. A failsafe? A fallback? You try one size down. If you don’t like it, it’ll grow back in a day or two,” Curtis explained.

“It’ll grow back!?” Travis yelped.

“Shhh….” Curtis said playfully as he placed a finger on Travis’s lip to calm him down.

“That’s why you don’t skip sizes,” Curtis explained. “For your first shift, you tried the top size, and you were supposed to see how you liked it. If you decided it wasn’t for you, you’d go on your way, and in a couple of days you’d be back where you started, but you didn’t do that, did you?”

Travis blushed and averted his gaze. He suddenly felt silly for some reason. It was clear that he wanted this, why did Curtis have to tease him?

“You’re adorable,” Curtis laughed. “But you don’t need to worry. I’m glad that you want this. I didn’t expect you to take to this so quickly. I wanted to bring you to Acorn to get you out of your shell. It was a huge shock when I saw that you were hung. I was worried that I made a terrible mistake in introducing you to Dave.”

“I’m glad you did…” Travis murmured softly.

Curtis grinned from ear to ear. He once again flopped into the bed and snuggled up against Travis. They were both covered in stale sweat and cooling jizz, but neither seemed to mind the smell. They just wanted to nuzzle closer together in spite of it.

“Hey… do you want to be more than coworkers?” Curtis asked after a few moments of peaceful silence.

“Hmm?” Travis asked.

“Would it be silly if I said I had a crush on you for a while?” Curtis asked.

Travis sat bolt upright in his bed.

“You had a crush on me!?” he yelped.

“God. You really are clueless, huh?” Curtis said with a soft laugh.

“Why did you tell me? I’ve been crushing on you for ages!?” Travis cried.

“I tried really hard to flirt, but you’re pretty dense sometimes,” Curtis replied with a wistful chuckle.

“Am I really that bad?” Travis asked.

“Don’t pout. It’s cute, but I did wonder how I could get you out of your shell. That’s part of why I did something so drastic. The club is invite only. Secretive. Word of mouth kinda thing, and it was very likely that you would be put off or… grossed out,” Curtis replied.

“So that’s why you…?” Travis asked.

“That, and you said you needed a job. I figured two birds, one stone. That whole deal, and if you were small like me, I could show you that you didn’t need to be so closed off,” Curtis explained.

“I’ve been really stupid…” Travis muttered.

“You’re fine. You just needed a firm hand,” Curtis replied. He leaned in and gave Travis a quick peck on the cheek.

“So… does this mean we’re…” Travis murmured softly.

“If you want to be,” Curtis replied.

“I do! I do want to be!” Travis replied.

“Great! Then we can announce it tomorrow at work,” Curtis replied. He was grinning from ear to ear, but there was something impish in his eyes.

“Hmm?” Travis asked.

“So, as I was saying. If you skip sizes, you can’t go back,” Curtis said. He then once more picked up the small metallic case and popped it open. There were four more cages. The largest one a size smaller than the one Travis had “graduated” from mere hours ago.

Travis’s hand hovered over the largest cage for a moment. A bead of sweat trickled down his brow. His fingers shook.

“If I skip a size… I can’t go back?” Travis asked.

“Yep.” Curtis replied.

Travis’s hand shook. His vision tunneled onto the largest cage. If he did this… he could go back to being “small” but not tiny if he changed his mind. This was the… maybe not the sane choice, but the safe one at least… Still…

Travis’s hand shifted over towards the next size down. His fingers clamped down on it and he raised it up to his eyes.

It was so small. If he wore this, no doubt, he’d be down to Curtis’s size at most. He’d be smaller than Trent! He couldn’t even claim to be smaller than average. He’d be tiny!

Travis’s hand trembled. Another bead of sweat rolled down his brow. He should rethink this. He shouldn’t do something rash, especially now that he knew more about how this worked… If he did this, that was it. No takebacks.

Travis turned and looked into Curtis’s eyes.

“Want to help me put this on?” Travis asked.

Travis was having trouble wrapping his head around how quickly everything had happened. One day, he woke up with no job and no real prospects for work or romance, and the next night, he went to bed gainfully employed and in the arms of his boyfriend. It had all happened so quickly that Travis had not even gone to the gym since starting his training at Acorn. As far as any of the gym regulars knew, Travis was still sporting a fat, foot-long cock and heavy, low-hanging nuts. Travis wasn’t sure how much he was working with anymore, but he was sure that it was far less than that.

Just last night his dick was less than four inches—a hair shorter than his middle finger and not much thicker! That’s less than a third of what he was working with before, and that was before Travis had squeezed his dick into the next cage.

Travis glanced down at the hard plastic of his cock cage. It was impossible to tell how small his dick had become while resting in the confines of the device overnight. Had it halved in size again? Had it gotten even smaller than that? How small would he even be then? He already had a small dick. Would he be reduced down to a little kid dick? A literal micro penis?

Travis’s imagination ran wild. His mind flashed to Trent. Trent’s dick was barely bigger than his thumb! Would Travis’s be that small now? What if it was even smaller!? What if it was as small as Curtis’s!

Travis glanced over to his friend—his boyfriend! He still wasn’t used to that thought. Even just the word got him excited, and that was saying nothing for the view. Curtis looked so sweet while he slept. Travis’s arm was slung over Curtis’s shoulder and held him close. Curtis’s head rested on Travis’s chest.

Travis’s eyes traced a path starting from Curtis’s sweet, sleeping face, down along Curtis’s slim, slender body down towards Curtis’s exposed little dick. This head of Curtis’s cute little dick had all but retreated into its skin. Just the faintest bit of the tip poked out.

Travis had gotten to admire Curtis’s dick several times since the day before yesterday, but each time he had done so, Curtis’s dick was either swelling up to or coming down from being rock-hard. It had never looked quite so small before. Travis couldn’t help but wonder, was his own that small now? How would it even look on him? As the image flashed in his mind, his thoughts once more went towards the guys he had seen in the locker rooms at the gym. Would they even recognize him or would all they see be his tiny dick? Travis’s cock had always drawn a lot of attention before. How many of the regulars at the gym even knew what his face looked like? Travis chuckled softly at the thought of what the regulars would say when he got back.

“Hmm?” Curtis murmured groggily.

Travis glanced down at his friend. Curtis looked just as hot as he always did, but the fact that he was cuddling tight against Travis’s side with his head resting against Travis’s shoulder just made him look even more adorable. Again, Travis was amazed that they were now more than friends. They had known each other for a while now, but he had never in his wildest dreams imagined that he could score with someone as hot as Curtis let alone go steady.

“I’ve just been thinking about how crazy this all has been. It’s all happened so fast!” Travis replied.

“Do you… regret any of it?” Curtis asked.

“No… well… if anything, I wish I had done this sooner,” Travis replied.

“I wish I had suggested it sooner, too,” Curtis replied.

Travis glanced over at his boyfriend once more and took in the view. Travis couldn’t help but smile as he did so. Curtis was still as naked as he had been when they had fucked earlier. His slender bod and cute little nubbin of a soft dick was openly on display for Travis’s viewing pleasure.

“Like what you see?” Curtis said playfully.

“You know I do,” Travis replied just as flirtily.

“Same here,” Curtis replied. He rolled over so that he was straddling over top of Travis and grinned from ear to ear. Travis couldn’t help but stare up into Curtis’s eyes and smile in return.

“I like what I see… but I think I’d like to see a little more of you…” Curtis said. He lowered himself down so that he was now lying atop Travis. As their lips met, so too did their chests and bellies and crotches. Curtis’s little dick pressed against the hard case of Travis’s newest cage.

Travis was too lost in the moment to reply. All he could do was kiss and moan and grind against Curtis’s cock, but Curtis pulled away. There was an impish smirk on his lips as he once more ground his stiffening cocklet against the hard exterior of Travis’s cage.

“I say more… but maybe I should say less,” Curtis teased.

Travis’s whole body trembled at the thought. Another moan escaped his lips. Curtis chuckled at the response his teasing had had on his boyfriend.

Curtis once more leaned in and whispered seductively into Travis’s ear. “What do you say? Want to see what effects leaving that on overnight have had?” he asked playfully.

Travis couldn’t even speak. All he could do was nod emphatically as a horny grunt escaped his lips.

Curtis chuckled his soft, sweet chuckle. His fingers traced a path from Travis’s lips, down the nape of his neck, across Travis’s toned pecs, down over the defined muscles of Travis’s tight abs, down past the shapely V of his Adonis belt… until his fingers came to a rest on the small cage that held Travis’s cock.

The cage was so loose that all it took was a soft tug to pull it off. As he did so, Travis stared on in awe and wonder as his newly reduced dicklet came into view.

It was tiny. It was smaller than it had been in middle school by a good margin. It was smaller than it had been when he had gotten his first pube.

Travis lay there and stared down at his own at his own little dick. Part of him wanted to marvel at how small it had become for hours and hours, but his line of sight was blocked as Curtis once more lowered himself down onto Travis’s chest.

Once more their lips met. Their bodies pressed together, and their hips rocked as their crotches rubbed together, but this time, Travis didn’t have the layer of plastic between him and Curtis. Their dicks were free to bump and grind unimpeded.

It felt fantastic. His little dick was so incredibly sensitive. He could feel everything about Curtis’s cock as it rubbed against his own. He could feel Curtis’s dick hardening and stiffening as it pressed down against his own. He could feel the length. He could feel the girth… and in both ways, Curtis’s was bigger. Curtis had had the smallest little dick Travis had ever seen on a grown man, and now Travis’s was even smaller! This was beyond just having a small dick. Travis now had a kid dick! His penis was officially micro!

Travis gasped in shock. His tiny dick bucked and lurched excitedly underneath Curtis’s own. Travis nearly came right then and there from the realization that his tiny dick was now smaller than Curtis’s own, but before he could, Curtis suddenly stopped grinding and kissing.

Travis was just about to ask what was up when he heard it. A mechanical beep coming from the other side of the thin walls of his dorm room.

Curtis was once again grinning from ear to ear. There was a devilish glint in his eye that confused and excited Travis. He was up to something…

“I just had a fun idea,” Curtis said playfully.

“Hmm?” Travis replied groggily. His grogginess was more from the intensity of his arousal than from the earliness of the hour.

“It’s a little after seven. It’s probably the busiest time of the day for the dorm showers,” Curtis explained.

“Yeah?” Travis replied.

“You and I both still smell like sex…” Curtis explained further. The impish tone in his voice getting heavier and the glint in his eye getting even more pronounced.

Travis was starting to understand where Curtis was going with this. As his mind slowly pieced it together, his already rigid dick gave a lurch of delight and excitement. Curtis could feel Travis’s dick give an excited lurch at the mention of hitting the showers. Despite what Travis may say, it was obvious he was turned on by the prospect.

“That settles it then,” Curtis said. He hopped up from the bed and placed his hands playfully on his hips and he stood over Travis.

Travis stared at his boyfriend in awe and excitement. Curtis was just too cute! His smile. His eyes. His slender body. And of course… his little stiffy which was dribbling pre.

“Come on then,” Curtis said as he gave a playful nod towards the door.

“Yeah. Let me grab a towel,” Travis said as he climbed out of bed.

“No.” Curtis said impishly.

Travis was taken aback. He looked at Curtis in shock, but Curtis just playfully stuck his tongue out and then turned towards the door leading out into the main hall.

Travis balked. This was an all-guy’s dorm. Clothing was “required” … at least on paper, but it was not uncommon for the more cocksure dudes to strut around in nothing but their birthday suits. Travis had never let it all hang out in the hallways, at least, not before last night, but he had definitely been seen nude in the showers. Everyone knew he was packing. His fat hog was the stuff of legend around here. Rumors were probably already swirling about what had happened last night, but this would be the final nail in his reputation as a big-dicked stud around the dorms.

Curtis got to the doorway and then turned to look back at Travis once more. “Come on,” Curtis said playfully. He once more gave a nod towards the doorway behind him and beckoned Travis to come join him.

Travis took a few awkward steps toward Curtis and the doorway. He was trembling like a leaf, but his dick was as hard as it had ever been. Travis balked again. As he did so, he took in the sight of his boyfriend standing before him. Curtis was so hot, but it was more than just his physical appearance that drove Travis wild. Curtis had a charm and a confidence to him that Travis adored.

There was a word for it—cocksure. Travis had always assumed that that confidence was a matter of size. Travis had long had this image in mind of what made the perfect man. Tall, buff, handsome, hung! Dudes with big dicks had all the swagger, right? … and yet…

Travis was not short. He was no slouch at the gym. Guys had even complimented his appearance numerous times in the past. On top of all that, he had a huge cock! And yet, he never had the confidence. Doubt plagued him every step of the way.

“Come on…” Curtis said again. His tone was softer this time, sweeter. There was a tenderness to it that goaded Travis on and yet let him know that he had all the time he could need.

Travis’s cheeks burned redder. Butterflies threw a rave in his tummy. His anxiety gave way to excitement. Curtis’s enthusiasm and confidence were contagious. Travis nodded and staggered the last few steps to the doorway. He reached out and grabbed Curtis’s hands in his own and then said, “All right. Let’s do this.”

Curtis once more beamed a smile that spread from ear to ear and then quickly leaned in and planted a big kiss right on the lips. This once more left Travis too stunned to speak. All Travis could do was stand there with a stupid grin on his face and a red flush in his cheeks.

“All right. Here goes,” Curtis said. He turned and opened the door, but still kept a hold of one of Travis’s hands. The pair stepped out into the din of the early morning hall traffic.

Travis felt oddly giddy as he made his way into the main bathroom. He still couldn’t believe what he had just done. Not only had he paraded his newly reduced dicklet in front of just about every dude in the dorm, but he had fooled around with his boyfriend in front of everyone! He had cum and cum again right in the middle of the dining hall! He had cum so much! He still couldn’t believe how turned on he was! It wasn’t just that he was being teased by his boyfriend. There was something intoxicating about showing everyone how tiny his dick was now! He had cum so many times! If not for the fact that his balls were now so tiny that even his heaviest loads were but a small splatter, he would have turned that dining hall into a mess hall!

Travis was still feeling a bit euphoric and light-headed from the sheer intensity of the afterglow. His legs still felt like jelly. He had to lean on Curtis to keep from stumbling and falling over. Fortunately, they didn’t have to go too far to get into the bathroom. The duo soon stepped forth from the carpeted floor of the main hall of the door into the tiled room.

The showers were very similar to a locker room at the gym except the room lacked the titular lockers. It was a large, mostly open room with some urinals and toilet stalls tucked away to the side, some sinks, and a handful of shower heads along the wall and a number of drains scattered around the floor. The room was not nearly as crowded as the dining room had been, but there was still a fair number of dudes milling about, and unlike the dining hall, articles of clothing were few and far between. One or two guys had a towel tied around their waist, but by this point in the semester, most guys had given up on trying to cover up in the showers. Occasionally, a guy would be keeping his head down and trying to shower in silence, but most of the dudes were chatting with a friend at the neighboring shower head while scrubbing down. Everywhere Travis looked, he saw dude after dude with their dicks out. The cock size ran the gamut from average to large, but none of the dudes there were anywhere near as huge as Travis had been in the past… and none were anywhere near as small as Travis was now.

The combination of running water and idle chatter coupled with the acoustics of a wide-open room made it almost impossible to make out what anyone was saying, but as Travis and Curtis stepped into the room, an almost unnatural silence began to spread as dude after dude turned and caught sight of the micro-hung duo.

“Whoa, and I thought you were small.”

“Fuck you. I’m at least twice that size.”

“That’s still not much.”

“Who’s the new guy? He’s kinda cute.”

“Whoa. Is that Travis?”

“Is it? Wait. What happened to his dick?”

“He must be a grower and not a shower.”

“Even if he were a grower, he couldn’t be bigger than my thumb!”

“It’s not even cold in here!”

The odd echo of the showers just enhanced the already dreamlike quality of the morning. Travis was still riding the high from the hand job he had just received, and these new comments just made him even more excited. He never in his wildest dreams would have believed that he could be so turned on just from letting people ogle his nude form and tiny dick, but here he was loving every second of it.

Travis once more felt Curtis nuzzling the nape of his neck and giving a few playful nibbles. No doubt he was soon to have a handful of new love marks to show off to all his friends and coworkers. He was almost excited to go back to class tomorrow so that he could show everyone what his boyfriend had done to him. It was just a shame that he couldn’t whip his dick out in class and show them that too!

Almost every dude in the showers watched in silent awe as the duo lathered up and scrubbed down. The layer of suds quickly enveloped their tiny packages to the point where it almost appeared as if they didn’t have dicks at all!

Travis’s gaze drifted down towards Curtis’s crotch and then his own. Somehow, not being able to see their dicks made his imagination run wilder. His mind teased images of Curtis with an even smaller cock than he already had, and the image of Curtis with a smaller cock made a surge of envy well up within him that Travis had not expected. Maybe it was the fact that Travis had always had the biggest cock of anyone he knew, but he had never been a size queen before. Huge dicks never really registered on his radar, but now that he was the smallest guy at Acorn, the green-eyed monster had somehow awakened within him.

Still… Curtis made the tiny dick look so cute…

Perhaps it was because of the new battle raging in his head. Perhaps it was because he was still a bit winded from cumming mere moments before, but the duo continued to playfully kiss and grope while scrubbing, but the action never progressed beyond that. Eventually, Curtis and Travis stepped out from the showers and dried off with one of the towels from a nearby shelf.

As he finished wiping himself dry and pulled the towel off, Travis was once more floored at just how tiny his dick had become. He had softened and retreated deeper into his foreskin leaving him with a tiny nub that was roughly half the length of his pinky and just a hair thinner than that same finger. His tiny nuts had pulled inward from the combination of the AC and the cooling water causing his already tiny sack to shrink down into a mass barely bigger than his thumbprint.

Staring at his own shrunken cock caused the miniature member to stir to life and begin to stiffen once more. For a brief moment, Travis was worried that the magic was fading, but he quickly realized that this was just his dick returning to its new rigid maximum.

Travis glanced back up from his dick and back at his boyfriend. Curtis had a knowing grin on his face that made Travis shudder in spite of himself.

“That’s a good look on you,” Curtis said sweetly.

“Almost as good as it would look on you,” Travis said.

Travis balked. What he had meant to say was “It looks almost as good as it does on you.” His flirtatious quip instead came out as a humble brag!

However, while Travis was silently chastising himself for his Freudian slip, Curtis somehow managed to flip it around on him again!

“I wouldn’t want to be smaller than you. Let’s get you nice and tiny before I try it,” Curtis said playfully.

Travis let out a moan of “fuck!” in spite of himself. His whole body trembled. His dick shuddered. His balls tensed. Had it not been for how many times he had just recently came, he would have creamed right then and there!

Curtis chucked that soft, sweet chuckle of his. “Come on. Let’s get you back to your room. I have some things I want to check,” he said. His voice was as sweet as it always was, but there was just a bit of playful banter below the surface that got Travis excited all over again.

The duo once more made way through the dining hall. The crowd had thinned significantly, but it was still a popular place. There was now a new crew of dorm mates grabbing their morning meal, and all eyes once more fell upon the naked, tiny-dicked lovers as they strode through the main hall.

Travis was too busy shuddering with excitement to puff his chest up with pride, but he gave it the good old college try. As he straightened his back and tried to stand up taller, he could feel Curtis’s reassuring grip on his arm and on his ass.

Travis glanced down as they strode towards his dorm. His own reduced stiffy stood in contrast to Curtis’s own small semi. Travis knew that Curtis wasn’t back up to his full size, and yet, he couldn’t help but feel a small twinge in the back of his mind as he compared sizes. They were so close… too close… Travis needed to be smaller…

As they made their way down the hallway towards Travis’s dorm, a handful of other dudes passed them. Travis could make out vague comments, but he was too fixated on Curtis’s cock to pay any attention. Curtis, however, didn’t seem to be succeeding in tuning them out. As they neared Travis’s dorm, Travis noticed that Curtis’s semi slowly swelled and stiffened into a slightly larger rager.

As they began to step through the doorway into Travis’s dorm room, Curtis gave Travis’s ass a playful squeeze. He leaned in close and whispered into Travis’s ear, “now comes the fun part.”

Travis was shocked. He was so stunned and aroused that he froze in place right at the threshold to his own dorm. He had no idea what Curtis was talking about, but he was excited to find out!

“Wait here,” Curtis said playfully.

Travis could only stand there in stunned silence as Curtis left him behind. The door shut suddenly in his face, and for the briefest of seconds, Travis was worried that Curtis was going to lock him out of his own dorm and leave him standing bare-assed naked in the hallway! But before Travis could finish running the numbers on if that would be embarrassing or hot as hell, Curtis returned with two familiar objects in hand.

“I saw this sitting out when I showed up yesterday,” Curtis said. There was an impish smirk on his face as he waved a long, thin object.

Travis glanced at it. His jaw dropped. That was his ruler!

“I clocked it immediately. You measured, didn’t you?” he asked.

Travis’s face burned bright red. For some reason, he felt like he should deny it, but he couldn’t form any sounds. All he could do was bashfully avert his gaze.

“You really are adorable,” Curtis chuckled once more.

Travis fidgeted under Curtis’s gaze. A fragment of a word began to form on his lips. “S-sorr…” he murmured.

Curtis’s eyes narrowed, but he maintained a playful and flirtatious smirk.

“I… it’s…” Travis murmured.

“An old habit, yeah. We’ll work on it,” Curtis replied and playfully bopped Travis on the head with the object in hand.

“H-hey!” Travis yelped.

Curtis chuckled that chuckle of his. “I’ve noticed you staring the whole way back. I also know you haven’t measured since last night,” he said and then flashed the ruler once more.

“I know you’ve been comparing. So why don’t we measure,” Curtis said. There was a devious glint in his eye and an impish smirk on his face that made Travis’s heart flutter and his dick ache.

“What? Now? Here?” Travis sputtered.

“Yes! Now! Here!” Curtis replied.

Travis glanced around. A few of the guys had stopped and begun to form a crowd around them. Not only was Travis about to find out how small he had gotten, but he was going to have an audience for it!

“Um… should I go…? Or should you…?” Travis murmured awkwardly. His face was flush bright red, but his cock was as hard as it had ever been. There was a weird tickle in his tummy that was somewhere between butterflies and an abdominal cramp.

Curtis just chuckled once more. Travis balked. Had he said something funny? What was Curtis planning?

“I don’t think either of us needs more than a few inches,” Curtis said playfully.

“Well, yeah, but…” Travis stammered. His dick lurched at the thought. He really didn’t need more than a few inches. Just a few days ago, his dick would have dwarfed the entire ruler. He could have held the foot-long ruler next to his cock and marveled as the tip of his dick jutted out just a smidge further. Now, however…

Curtis chuckled again. He lifted the ruler up. It was pinned horizontally between his two palms, almost as if he was joking about the prize fish he had just caught. Travis stared at it for a second, and then his jaw dropped as the implication dawned on him.

“There’s two sides, and neither of us will use more than half,” Curtis said with an impish smirk.

“Oh…! I…! But…!” Travis murmured. His brain had shorted. He was struggling to formulate some sort of reply, but all he could do was mutter as his dick lurched with glee. Meanwhile, a cheer erupted from the crowd that had formed around them.

Curtis lowered the ruler and held it out between the two of them. The zero side was pointed at Travis’s crotch and the twelve side pointed at his. Curtis stepped forward one step… and then another… With each step the distance between them closed. The base of the ruler came closer and closer to the base of Travis’s cock, and the crowd, too, stepped ever forward. What started as a fight circle had begun to condense into a huddle. Soon, Travis could feel arms over his shoulder as his dorm mates urged him onward.

Travis gasped and his whole body shuddered as he felt the base of the ruler press against his mons pubis. Travis was fit and so had very little cushioning there to fudge the numbers, and yet, he couldn’t help but leaning into the ruler to press the base as deep into his skin as possible. It wasn’t that he wanted to eek out every last millimeter of length. Rather, he wanted to be absolutely sure that his dick was truly as small as it appeared. There could be no room for doubt!

Curtis meanwhile did the same. The twelve side of the ruler pressed flush against his groin.

The two lovers leaned into it both literally and figuratively. They leaned so far forward that their foreheads pressed together. The rulers pressed so deep into their flesh that the skin started to turn red around the point of impact. Travis could hear Curtis’s shaky breath. He could feel the pounding of his heartbeat in his temples as well as Curtis’s own. For that moment, they were perfectly in synch as they stared down at the marks on the ruler.

The tip of Curtis’s cock reached just a hair past the nine and a half mark. It was at maybe the 9.4” mark. Travis’s mind reeled for a moment. Nine and a half inches!? That sounded so huge! It was so massive that Travis couldn’t even fathom that he once had one that was nearly three whole inches longer!

But slowly Travis’s brain caught up. Curtis’s cock was pressed against the opposite side. That wasn’t 9.4”. That was 2.6”! Curtis’s cute little cock was only two and a half inches!

Travis’s body trembled. His breath faltered. His cock lurched. “God. It’s so tiny!” Travis gasped in shock.

“Like what you see?” Curtis asked playfully.

Curtis could feel the shift of Travis’s forehead against his own as Travis silently nodded in reply.

Curtis once more chuckled. “I’m glad you like it, but look a bit lower…” he said sweetly.

“Lower…?” Travis murmured.

His gaze drifted along the length of the ruler. Nine inches. Eight Inches. It was hard to believe that these sizes would have been small for him just a few days ago, but now his dick was nowhere in sight.

vSix inches. A perfectly average rod. Probably a few of the guys gathered for their size comparison were around that size, but not Travis.

Five inches. Four inches. Travis stared at the negative space at the four-inch mark. By most standards that was a small cock, and just last night he had fallen short of this by just a hair. Now, however, there was a void beside the ruler to show just how much smaller Travis had gotten.

Three inches…

Two inches…

He wasn’t even two inches… Travis’s jaw hung open in awe as he stared. His dick came so close to the 1.9” mark. He knew it was tiny. He knew it was smaller even than Curtis’s, but somehow seeing the tic marks on the wooden ruler made it real!

A few flashes. A few clicks. The flurry of activity nearly diverted Travis’s attention from his puny cock… nearly.

“I wonder where this will get posted,” Curtis said with a playful chuckle.

“P-posted…?” Travis asked in a voice that was little more than whimper.

Curtis chuckled again. “Don’t worry… I planned ahead,” he said.

Travis could feel the motion of Curtis’s forehead against his own. Curtis had nodded off to the side for Travs to look. Travis managed to force his gaze away from the ruler and his own tiny dick to see what Curtis was trying to get him to look at.

Travis only vaguely recognized the guy. This was some other guy on his floor. They had spoken a few times in passing, but they didn’t really know each other. More than the dude, however, Travis recognized the device in his hand.

The second object Curtis had brought out from the dorm room! Curtis’s own phone!

“I asked him to get this in every possible angle…” Curtis said. His voice was uncharacteristically gravelly. It was almost a hoarse whisper. The sultry tone drove Travis wild. Curtis really knew how to push his buttons, but Curtis wasn’t done with him yet.

“We can watch this later…” Curtis growled playfully. “… and you can marvel at how big you were now…”

Travis gasped. His dick and ruler slipped from his hands. His cock and body shuddered so hard that had it not been for Curtis propping him up, Travis would have collapsed to his knees right then and there. As he moaned and shuddered, his dick lurched and spewed. He was cumming all over again! He thought he was spent! And yet, here he was creaming for the camera.

“Whoa!”

“I didn’t think something that small could shoot that hard!”

“I didn’t think something that small could shoot at all!”

As the crowd gasped and murmured and cheered, Travis shuddered and shot. His breath came out in ragged gasps. His mind drifted between excitement and exhaustion. He was only vaguely aware of Curtis’s arms around him.

Travis felt Curtis’s lips press against his own. He could feel Curtis’s cock rubbing against his own shuddering dick. He could feel Curtis’s hands kneading his ass cheeks and Curtis’s fingers teasing his hole in public.

Travis moaned and gasped for breath between passionate kisses as Curtis continued to grope and grind. Travis didn’t think he could be happier than he was in that very moment, but Curtis managed to moan out a few words between his own gasps of orgasmic bliss.

“We’ve got… a few hours before our shift…” Curtis moaned.

Travis whimpered and nodded in reply.

“Let’s go out… a real date… just the two of us…” Curtis moaned.

Again, Travis trembled like a leaf. A faint whimper escaped his lips. He desperately wanted to cum, but his balls were so drained they practically ached.

Travis waited with bated breath for Curtis to continue, but Curtis was too far gone to speak. All he could do was grunt as he groped and ground. Travis could feel it. The warmth of thick, hot spunk coursing down his dick, but this time, he wasn’t the one shooting it. Curtis’s comparatively larger cock was oozing spunk down on Travis’s reduced dick.

Travis lost himself in that moment. A wave of euphoria coursed through his entire body. He could feel Curtis’s lips against his own. He could feel Curtis’s shaky arms wrapped tightly around him, and more than anything, he could feel and smell the spunk oozing down his sculpted V and dribbling down across his tiny dick.

The two lovers were too spent to stand. They both staggered back and were quickly caught by a nearby ring-side observer. For a moment, Travis and Curtis looked like rival boxers on opposite sides of the ring. Travis even had a few bruises, but the looks in their eyes were not the looks of rivals or fighters.

The two lovers gasped and shuddered as they looked lustily into each other’s eyes, but Travis’s gaze soon began to drift lower. He admired Curtis incredibly cute bod and small rod before turning his sight upon his own crotch.

Travis marveled at what he saw. There was so much spunk coating him crotch that his brain flashed back to their romp in the showers. The suds had obscured his cock and balls rendering them effectively invisible. Curtis’s load now did much the same. Travis was once again floored by how small his cock had become. He was so tiny that even just Curtis’s cum could eclipse it all…

Despite the intensity of his afterglow, Travis was getting horny all over again. However, Curtis was quick to draw his attention to other matters.

“We just got cleaned up, but I got you all dirty again,” Curtis said with a soft chuckle.

“It’s fine… I… I like it…” Travis gasped. He knew he probably smelled like sex, but he was so giddy that he didn’t care. If anything, he was so turned on that the smell just made him even hornier.

“I’m glad you do,” Curtis replied. His flirtatious smirk and devious glint were back in full force. He was already planning his next move, and Travis was excited to find out what that was.

“So… about that date?” Travis said after he finally managed to catch his breath a bit.

“Yeah… I can’t wait to get you in a cute little outfit and a tight little cage… and then take it all off again when we get back to Acorn,” Curtis said.

Travis’s jaw dropped. His mind flashed to the case that Curtis had brought with him last night. There were two smaller sizes… and if he skipped a size, that meant…

Travis’s body shuddered once more with excitement, but his cock was far too tired to give even the faintest twitch. That was fine, though. The cage went on easier when soft.

Travis felt like a giddy schoolgirl. While technically all the things he was doing with Curtis were the same things they had done in the past, it felt different now that they were official. This wasn’t just chatting between classes and grabbing a quick bite. This was a date!

Sure, the topic of conversation wasn’t that different than before. They talked about the usual things like classes and exams as well as what they were studying and plans for after college, but they got deeper into the topic of their plans for the future than they ever had before. Somehow, even the most mundane topics felt new and exciting, and it didn’t hurt that Curtis was constantly either holding Travis’s hand or rubbing his shoulder.

It wasn’t the most glamorous date, but it felt it! All they did was grab some fast food at one of the shops around the main cafeteria. They had done the same between classes countless times in the past, but today they weren’t just doing it together. They were doing it capital T “Together”! When they got lunch today, they were no longer seated on opposite sides of the table like they would have been just last week. They were seated on the same side and even sharing the same bench. Curtis was practically hanging off of him while they ate. Curtis resting his head on Travis’s shoulder and clinging to Travis’s arm made it difficult to eat, but Travis wouldn’t change it for the world. The only thing he wished he could do was shed his clothes so that he could feel even more of Curtis against him.

The dorms were different. The dress code was more guidelines than actual rules. They could get away with being nude there, but here in the middle of campus, they couldn’t shed their clothes without a visit from the police. As much as Travis wanted to explore Curtis’s body even more, he knew he had to wait. He could be patient when he needed to. If nothing else, there would be plenty of time for them to have their fun when they got to work.

A shiver of excitement ran up Travis’s spine as his mind turned to his new place of employment. Today was the day—his first official shift as an Acorn boy! In just a few hours, Travis was going to be revealed to all the regulars. Dave promised that it was going to be a “big” reveal, but that seemed a bit of a misnomer. It was sure to be a small reveal—a very, very small reveal.

Just this morning, Travis was sporting a rod just shy of two inches. He couldn’t even fathom how long it had been since his dick had last been that small. His dick was now smaller than it was since he started middle school! It was tough to visualize since his body was much larger than it had been then. Not only was he a good foot or so taller than he had been back then, but his body was also covered in lean, toned muscle. What he had now may have looked fine on a ten-year-old, but on a fit college bro, it was tiny! He had a kid dick on a man’s body! And it was only going to get smaller.

Travis shuddered in spite of himself. He was so horny that he felt like he could cum at any second even in spite of the cage that clamped uncomfortably down on his little dick. It hurt a little, but that tightness around his junk just drove him wilder. It was a constant reminder that his cock was shrinking, and with each passing minute, he could feel the cage getting ever so slightly looser.

Travis was so hot and bothered that he was rubbing his legs together like a cricket. As he rubbed his thighs together, he could feel the tiny cage shifting ever so slightly with each fidget. To an outside observer it may have looked like he desperately needed to pee, but really, Travis just wanted to shed his clothes and flaunt what little he had left. Every inch of his body felt electric to the touch. He was so horny that his skin was begging to be caressed which just amplified his desire to strip naked with Curtis.

Travis’s body suddenly tensed as he felt Curtis playfully nibbling on his earlobe.

“I’m not boring you, am I?” Curtis asked playfully.

“N-no! You’re great! You’re amazing!” Travis sputtered.

“I’m just teasing… but you do seem a little distracted,” Curtis replied.

“It’s… well, you know…” Travis murmured.

“I do know,” Curtis said with a soft chuckle. “But you need to relax. You wouldn’t want to take it off too soon, right?”

Travis paused for a moment to think about it. He still wasn’t sure about the specifics of these cages. Once he took this one off, would that be as small as he could get? Would putting on the same size twice do anything if he hadn’t reached his minimum size yet?

Curtis pulled Travis from his spiral by once more holding his hand and giving it a reassuring pat. “I know it’s tough,” he said, “but the longer you wait, the sweeter the reveal would be… besides… wouldn’t you love to showcase your new size with an audience?”

Travis could feel his dick struggling to get hard inside the cage at the mere thought of having an audience for his reveal. As much as Travis wanted to strip right then and there, Curtis was right! He needed to wait…

“I have an idea…” Curtis said suddenly.

“Hm?” Travis asked.

“Well, you’re having trouble keeping calm, and we have time to kill…” Curtis said. He was obviously trying to egg Travis on. He knew Travis was horny as hell and if he let his sentences drift off, Travis was sure to try and fill in the blanks.

It was clear to anyone watching that Travis’s mind was going deeper and deeper into the gutter with each passing second. His face flushed bright red as he started imagining new and exciting ways he and Curtis could fool around, but what Curtis suggested next was not any of the activities that Travis had been dreaming about.

“Let’s go for a swim!” Curtis said.

“A swim!?” Travis yelped incredulously.

“Yeah! I was going to suggest a cold shower, but this is more fun,” Curtis replied.

Travis’s mind raced as he pondered what Curtis was suggesting. A cold shower did sound nice. It would help his calm down, but what would that frigid water do to his already dwindling dick? Was that why Curtis had suggested a swim instead? If that was the case then…

“So… are we going to go to the gym?” Travis asked.

Just thinking about going back to the gym had Travis’s heart pounding in his chest and his cock stiffening in his cage. They knew him there. Pretty much all the guys had seen him with his huge cock out in the showers. There was sure to be no end of gossip once they saw him now, and that wasn’t even considering how he’d look in a soaked swimsuit. Even if he wasn’t nude, the way the fabric would cling to his body was sure to make the lack of a bulge painfully obvious…

“Nah. We’d need suits for that,” Curtis said with an impish smirk.

Travis looked at his boyfriend. His jaw dropped in shock upon realizing what Curtis was suggesting.

“Come on. I know you know the place. It’s right by the science building,” Curtis said.

Travis did know the place. The two of them had passed it numerous times in the past. Their shared class was in that building, and right next to that building was a small artificial pond. Students often unwound by lazing in the sun on the grassy hills surrounding it or splashing about in the water. It was a fairly public place, but it was just far enough of the beaten path that it had some semblance of privacy to it. This, coupled with the fact that this this was a college campus full of horny co-eds meant that it wasn’t uncommon for some people to go skinny dipping.

Travis was tempted to protest if for no other reason than he felt like he ought to. It was the kind of person he was to protest such an idea, but that’s just it! That was the kind of person he was! The new Travis was excited by the idea.

A smirk slowly spread across his face. “Let’s go!” he cheered.

The duo finished their meal and practically sprinted across campus to the pond in question. It was close to the center of campus, but the slope of the hills hid it from direct view. You had to know where to look to get a glimpse at the swimmers.

Once at the pond, the two couldn’t keep their hands or lips off of each other. They were both giggling like schoolgirls between kisses as they fumbled with each other’s clothes. Soon, they were down to just their underwear, and soon, even that was coming off. Soon, Curtis was as naked as the day he was born, but Travis had a little something extra that he was still wearing. He was clad in nothing but the small cage which covered his cock.

“Leave it on,” Curtis said with a wink.

Travis’s jaw dropped once more, but his slack-jawed expression quickly gave way to a huge grin that mirrored Curtis’s own. His dick stirred to life within the confines of its cage. Even now, it felt so loose. How small had he gotten? How much smaller would he get? These thoughts just made Travis even more excited.

Meanwhile, the handful of other co-eds at the pond took stock of the now nude duo. Curtis’s lean bod and small cock were openly on display. He was such a cute guy with such a slender body and such a tiny dick that it was hard for people not to stare, but more eyes were drawn to Travis. He wasn’t much taller than his boyfriend, but he was definitely thicker. His sculpted muscles formed a dense V which pointed downwards towards the tiny cage which now housed his miniature cock. His cage was somehow smaller than even Curtis’s tiny dick!

Travis could hear the murmurs. Some people were murmuring in appreciation of the dude’s nice bods, but plenty of others were focused on their dicks.

“Whoa. What a couple of hotties!”

“Wow. That guy’s cute, but look at his dick!”

“He hasn’t even gotten in the water yet!”

“What about his friend though. I don’t think I could even get my thumb in that thing!”

Travis shuddered in excitement. His cock lurched in the confines of the tiny cage. Travis wished he could hear more. It was clear that he and Curtis had the eyes of pretty much everyone at the pond and maybe even some from the nearby classrooms, but the acoustics weren’t nearly as good as they had been at the dorm. The audience’s muffled voices just didn’t carry far enough. Still, Travis was more than happy to put on a show, and Curtis was right there with him. The duo jogged hand-in-hand down the hillside. Their small packages bouncing with each step until they splashed down into the icy water.

The sudden chill was so intense that for a moment Travis found himself unable to breathe, but as he treaded water, his body steadily warmed up and the shock slowly faded. It wasn’t long before he was loosened up enough that he and Curtis could resume their frolicking. Lots of playful splashing and dunking ensued. They tumbled and tussled. Their bare bodies pressed against one another. Travis pulled Curtis in tight for a kiss. As their lips met, so too did their cocks. Travis’s caged cock bumped up against Curtis’s exposed dicklet. Travis wished he could feel it. He wished he could press his own dick against that of his boyfriend’s, and it wasn’t just that he craved more direct skin-to-skin contact with Curtis. In the back of Travis’s mind, he wanted to feel his own dick eclipsed by that of Curtis’s own once more.

The lovers locked lips for what felt like ages. Curtis’s tongue slipped past Travis’s lips and into his mouth. Their tongues rubbing together just got Travis even more excited. As his dick struggled against the now loose confines of his cage, the rest of his body began to go slack as he surrendered himself to the moment, but suddenly, he felt Curtis’s tongue pull back followed by a familiar, playful chuckle. The moment Travis’s defenses were down, Curtis grabbed his shoulders and shoved him down into the icy depths.

Travis hit the bottom of the lake and just floated there in stunned silence for a moment, but as he began to realize what had happened, his mood shifted from horny to a different flavor of giddy. Travis planted his feet on the muddy floor of the pond and quickly launched himself back up to the surface.

“You bitch!” Travis shouted between laughs.

“Catch me if you can!” Curtis shouted back while stifling his own laughter.

Curtis flashed Travis a playful wink before he turned and began swimming back towards the shore, giving Travis a brief fleeting glimpse of his bare ass as he did so. Travis smirked and took off after his boyfriend. Travis was the more athletic of the two, but Curtis was more practiced in the water. He booked it to the shore so fast that Travis was left scrambling. By the time Travis reached the shore, Curtis had a commanding lead.

Travis scrambled to the shore and started sprinting to catch up. Travis probably could have closed the gap in an instant had he actually been trying, but he was too busy laughing to really haul ass… and the fact that their antics had garnered the attention of a lot of the other folk both on the hillside and in the pond didn’t hurt either. Travis made a good show of chasing down his boyfriend, but that’s just what it was—a show. His bare body glistened in the sun as he Baywatch-ran after his boyfriend. The pair’s chase went on for almost too long. By the time Travis managed to catch up, he was nearly completely winded. What was intended to be a playful grapple ended up being an awkward tackle as Travis reached for Curtis’s shoulder and stumbled forward. The duo ended up collapsing side by side onto the grass. The lovers lay flat on their backs for a moment as the two struggled to catch their breath, but their recovery was hampered by their laughter.

Once they both more or less recovered, Curtis rolled over so he was lying directly on top of Travis. Their exposed chests and abs pressed together… as did their exposed cocks.

“Your cage fell off,” Curtis commented playfully.

Travis tensed up for a second as a rush of competing emotions coursed through him. When had he lost it? Was it in the water? Had it fallen off when he was jogging around the pond? How much of a show had the spectators been given? Travis wished he could have been aware of the exact moment it had fallen off. He wished he could have seen the looks on the audience’s faces! He wished he could have seen Curtis’s reaction! But more than anything, he wished to know how small his dick was now!

“Should we go look for it?” Travis asked, trying to not let on about the maelstrom raging in his braincase.

“… Nah. It’s too big for you now, anyway,” Curtis replied.

A shudder of excitement coursed through Travis’s body. That cage was tiny, but his dick was now so small that it had fallen off? Just how small was he now? He had to know!

Curtis noticed the look in Travis’s eyes and let out a soft chuckle in response. Curtis began to get up. At first, Travis thought Curtis was going to help him up, but instead, Curtis quickly scooted forward so that he was now seated on Travis’s chest effectively pinning him down. Not only was Travis’s shrunken cock now openly on display, but Travis himself couldn’t even look at it! All he could see was Curtis grinning down at him!

That wasn’t to say that Travis hated the view. The way Curtis’s soaked hair framed his face just made him look even cuter, and Travis had a front-row seat to Curtis’s own cock. Curtis’s tiny dicklet was now looking even tinier thanks to the frigid water. His nuts had pulled in tight, and his dick had retreated so far into his foreskin that it looked more like an earthworm that a cock. Still… Travis wanted to see his own. No doubt it was incredibly tiny if the comments from the peanut gallery were any indication.

“Jesus Christ… it’s so small!?”

“The water isn’t that cold, is it?”

Travis writhed with a mix of excitement and frustration. He wanted to see so bad…

“Come on…” Travis pleaded.

“Nope,” Curtis teased.

“W-what!?” Travis yelped.

Curtis smirked at him and let out that playful chuckle of his. He then looked back over his shoulder and stole a quick glance down at Travis’s reduced dick. Even without the effects of the cage, Travis’s dick would have been absolutely miniscule thanks to the frigid pond. His nuts had pulled in so tight that his sack was nearly flush with his groin, and his dick, too, was very nearly an internal organ.

Curtis turned back to Travis and smirked once more. “Do you really want to see it now that it’s all shriveled? Or would you rather see your real size once you thaw out,” Curtis asked.

“Well…” Travis mumbled. Truth be told, he wanted to do both.

“It’ll be way more fun if you see your new size when everyone else does,” Curtis said.

“Everyone else?” Travis asked. His mind was racing. Didn’t he already have an audience? There were so many people that had seen his dick. Why couldn’t he!? But, of course, the answer Curtis gave quickly won Travis over.

“Yep! It’s almost time for our shift!” Curtis exclaimed.

A shudder of excitement once more coursed through Travis’s body. He was desperate to see how small he had become. He felt like a kid on Christmas. He wanted to go around shaking all the packages to deduce what was inside, but in this case, his package was his own shrunken cock and balls, but as much as Travis hated to admit it, Curtis was right. As much as he desperately wanted to sneak a peek, it would be so much more fun to find out at the same time all the other Acorn Boys and their regular customers did!

Curtis’s smile shifted from a playful smirk to a knowing one.

“I knew you’d see it my way,” Curtis said with a playful chuckle. He reached down and playfully patted Travis’s chest and added, “I’ll go get our clothes. I want you to promise me you’ll keep your eyes closed.”

Travis gave the biggest, most soulful puppy dog eyes he could muster up at his boyfriend. Curtis rolled his eyes and gave a playfully dramatic sigh before responding. “Okay. Fine. You can watch me… but only me.”

Travis nodded emphatically. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to admit this even to himself, but being commanded like this was exciting in its own way. They had amassed such a crowd, and Travis was being commanded to lie there with his shrunken, shriveled dick for all to ogle. It was a miracle that he wasn’t rock hard already! It was only due to the lingering chill that Travis was still hovering at a semi. It clearly wasn’t as shrunken as it had been a moment ago, but Travis could only imagine what it looked like. For as much as he wanted to look, he wanted to please Curtis even more.

Curtis hopped to his feet and brushed the grass from his bare skin before shooting Travis an intense glare to imply that Travis better not look at anything but him. Once it was clear that Travis was more than willing to keep his gaze fixated on his boyfriend, Curtis playfully trotted across the hillside towards where their clothes were discarded. In the process of their chase, they had ended up nearly as far away as possible from their clothes. Their garments were left lying on the opposite side of the pond! Still, as much as Travis wanted to look at his own dick, the combination of the excitement of doing the big reveal around his coworkers and the sight of Curtis’s cute, bubbly booty bouncing which each playful skip, kept Travis’s gaze firmly glued to his lover’s body the entire way.

Curtis didn’t bother dressing once he recovered their clothes. He bundled up the garments in his arms and strode back across the hillside to where Travis was still obediently waiting. Travis soaked up the sight of his beautiful boyfriend the whole way. By the time Curtis was once more standing over him, Curtis had warmed up enough that his cock and balls had come out of hiding. Travis admired his boyfriend’s cute little cocklet. Fortunately, Curtis gave him plenty of time to soak up the view. Curtis was more than happy to stand there with his bare bits exposed for everyone to see for as long as Travis wanted.

Eventually, however, Curtis directed Travis’s attention towards the clothes. “Come on. Keep your eyes closed. I’ll put these on for you,” he said.

Travis happily complied and stood there with his eyes closed while Curtis alternated between playfully kissing Travis’s exposed skin and pulling up Travis’s shorts and undies. The experience was over too soon. In a matter of moments, Travis was fully clothed, and Curtis then quickly threw his own clothes on. Travis gave Curtis the puppy dog eyes as he watched how quickly and unceremoniously Curtis pulled his own clothes on, but Curtis quickly raised Travis’s spirits with an impish smirk and a few well-timed words.

“Oh, don’t pout,” Curtis chided playfully. “We wouldn’t want to be late for your first official shift, would we?”

As soon as Travis stepped through the doorway, he could tell that there was a very different feel to the diner this day. The past few times he had been here, there had been a sort of undercurrent of excitement and playfulness, but today everything was ramped to eleven. It felt more like the lead-up to Mardi Gras than it did prepping a shop for a day of sales. The place was packed and there weren’t even any customers yet!

Travis looked around and noticed a few familiar faces. Curtis was there, of course. The new couple had arrived together. Curtis also noticed Dave coordinating the various staff as well as one or two employees that Travis had seen but not really interacted with. There were also a large number of guys there that Travis had never met. It seemed like it was all hands on deck today.

As Travis’s eyes scanned the crowd, he noticed that most guys were either clad in just the tiny waist apron uniform or they were clad in even less. He spotted one or two guys clad in familiar looking cages around their cocks. Travis marveled at the devices. They looked so huge compared to the ones he had been using over the past twenty-four hours.

Travis heard the rush of movement behind him, but he was not able to react fast enough to stop the impending headlock. A much shorter figure had rushed up behind him, jumped, and in a WWE style takedown had latched his arm playfully around Travis’s neck and pulled him down into a noogie.

“What gives!?” Travis yelped, but the only reply was a deep chuckle. Eventually, Travis managed to pull himself out of the headlock and step away from his attacker. He looked up to see the culprit but was not at all surprised to see Trent standing there with a shit-eating grin on his face. Trent, of course, was among the ones that was nearly completely nude. He had shoes on and not a stitch more. His short chode was hovering dangerously close to a full chub.

“Was that really necessary?” Travis grumbled.

“What!? I gotta razz the newbie, right?” Trent teased.

“What do you call what you’ve been doing the past few days?” Travis countered.

“Are you saying you want me to stop?” Trent teased.

Travis was taken aback. Travis was actually glad that he was still fully clothed because his jeans hid his rapidly swelling stiffy—a stiffy that no longer made a pronounced bulge in his otherwise tight jeans.

Curtis stepped between the two of them as if breaking up a fight. “Now, now. You know the rules. No visible marks on the merchandise,” Curtis said playfully.

“If you get a bruise from a headlock, that’s on you,” Trent teased Travis.

“What about the noogie!?” Travis countered.

“He said no visible marks. No one’s gonna see your scalp,” Trent teased.

“Whatever…” Travis grumbled.

“You’ve got more fight in you today. I like it,” Trent said and playfully elbowed Travis’s side.

Travis was too surprised to formulate a good comeback. Was he really that meek before? It’s only been two days since he interviewed here. Has his demeanor really changed that much?

His mind flashed back to the past few days. Images of fooling around in the dorm halls, the dining hall, and even at the quiet pond on campus. He had definitely grown bolder especially when in the company of his new boyfriend.

Although… grown was a bit of an ironic term. As Travis mulled over the physical changes he had undergone, his eyes glanced around the room to the various other employees. His eyes lingered especially long on the dudes that were currently sporting cages like the one he had used. His gaze must have lingered a bit too long because Trent had another playful barb aimed at him.

“None of them have quite taken to them near as much as you have, tiny,” Trent teased.

“W-what!?” Travis yelped. He tried to act innocent and casual, but it was clear he had been busted. Not to mention Trent’s playful barb had found purchase in Travis’s psyche and not in a bad way. As the word ‘tiny’ echoed in his head, he could feel his dick chomping at the bit to unload. Fortunately, Curtis stepped in before Travis could get too worked up.

“I think I mentioned that these are a fairly new addition,” Curtis said.

“Only a few guys have really tried them, and most of them only go down a size to look extra cute for their shift. That way they can go back to being average when off the clock,” Trent explained.

Travis nodded along as Trent explained, but his mind was only halfway in the present. There was a memory in the back of his mind that was struggling to surface, but it was just out of reach.

Travis perked up upon hearing a small, metallic clink of something hitting the ground. He glanced up to see one of his new coworkers bent down to pick up some dropped silverware. The way the dude bent over made it very clear that he had nothing on under his apron. Travis was given a brief, tantalizing glimpse of the dude’s tight hole. That boy’s butt was begging to be played with, and while Travis may no longer have the cock to properly please such a rump, he knew how to use his fingers.

Travis felt a hand gently on his shoulder. He looked over to see Curtis smiling at him. “We should get ready. Wouldn’t want to be late for your first official shift, after all,” he said pleasantly.

“R-right!” Travis agreed.

Travis was guided towards the back room. Curtis’s arm was over his shoulder and gently leading him to where he needed to be, but Trent’s hand against his butt was much more forceful. The way Trent gripped his ass was more than just for guidance. Trent was clearly copping a feel. No doubt, he was looking forward to getting Travis out of his clothes, and judging from the glances from other employees, Trent was not alone.

Somewhere in the back of Travis’s mind he wondered what he had done to garner so much attention. He was just one guy in a sea of strikingly hot dudes that worked here. Even if he was The New Guy, it seemed odd that he should get so much attention. The only thing that Travis could think was that word of his reduction had spread.

Travis’s mind flashed back to the brief convo he and Curtis had had by the side of the pond. This was to be a big unveiling. It was not unreasonable to believe that there was something akin to an office group chat. Had Curtis hyped him up in preparation for this event?

By the time the trio pushed their way through the double doors leading to the break room, Curtis and Trent were already beginning to work on the various buttons on Travis’s outfit. Curtis was plucking away at Travis’s shirt, and Trent was hard at work at Travis’s fly. Although, given that Trent still had a hand down the back of Travis’s briefs, undoing the buttons on his fly was much harder than it needed to be.

By the time they had made their way to the lockers, Travis’s shirt was completely unbuttoned and his pants were starting to sag. Curtis suddenly stepped in front and pushed Travis’s shirt off his shoulders while planting a passionate kiss right on Travis’s lips. Meanwhile, Trent tugged at the waistband of Travis’s jeans and quickly shimmied the semi-snug garment down around his ankles. Travis shrugged the shirt the rest of the way off and stepped out of the pants leaving him clad in just his boxers.

Travis was rock hard by this point, but it wasn’t obvious to the outside observers, his cock was just so short that it barely even made a tent. The lump in the front of his boxers could just as easily been a wrinkle as it was a boner.

Trent grabbed hold of the waistband of Travis’s boxers and began to tug them down just as he had done Travis’s jeans, but before he could do so, Curtis reached down and quickly grabbed his wrist.

“Bro,” Trent protested as he shot an indignant grimace up at his coworker.

Curtis flashed a playful smirk down at his coworker. There was a glint in his eyes that Trent had seen a few times in the past which suddenly got him very curious. Curtis had a plan, and it was sure to be fun for everyone.

“We don’t know how small he is yet,” Curtis explained. There was an impish smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

Trent’s face went on a journey. It started out as indignant but then shifted to confused then to questioning then a look of understanding crossed his face. Soon, his expression was just as impish as Curtis’s own.

“I’ll get the tape,” Trent said.

“Call the others while you’re at it,” Curtis said with an impish smirk.

“Of course,” Trent replied and shot a devilish wink.

Travis was an observer to all this, but it wouldn’t be quite fair to say he was a passive one. He had quickly picked up what Curtis was putting down. After all, they had discussed this on the shore earlier. This was the moment that Curtis had promised him. Just thinking about it sent a shudder of excitement down his spine and a tremble of arousal up his cock.

Travis was easily the stronger of the two, but he was so caught up in the moment that he couldn’t even consider resisting as Curtis shoved him against the locker. Curtis reached a hand down the front of Travis’s boxers and playfully cupped Travis’s rigid, shuddering cock. Curtis’s hand felt huge! Travis’s dick was so small that Curtis could cup the entire bait and tackle in the palm of his hand!

Travis tried to run the numbers. He had a general idea of the size of Curtis’s hands. Maybe he could extrapolate how small his cock was now… but before he could solidify any numbers in his mind, the feeling of Curtis’s mouth kissing a path down the nape of his neck caused his brain to short circuit.

Travis gasped as he felt Curtis’s kisses turn into a sharp suckle.

“W-wait!” Travis gasped.

“What? You don’t like it?” Curtis said playfully.

“What about the no marks rule?” Travis asked.

“I think we can bend the rules a little…” Curtis said. His voice shifted from playful to conspiratorial as he leaned in close once more and whispered the last bit into Travis ear. “Besides… I want them to know you’re taken.”

Travis shuddered with excitement. It was fun to flirt and to flaunt what he had, but he also wanted everyone to know that he and Curtis were together. As Curtis resumed kissing and suckling the nape of Travis’s neck, Travis stood there and shook like a leaf. His mind was overloaded with pure euphoria. Not only did he want to show everyone his bod and his new rod, but he wanted to let everyone know that he and Curtis were together! Curtis’s lips against his neck felt so fantastic that Travis almost creamed himself right then and there. Cumming just from being marked by his lover felt like the perfect way to show how happy he was, but he resisted with all his might even though it hurt his heart to do so. He needed to wait, if for no other reason than to show off his new dimensions for the rest of the crew.

Fortunately, Travis didn’t have to wait for long. It was a small establishment. There was the back room, the kitchen, and the dining hall. It only took a moment for Trent to rush onto the dining floor, shout for the crew, and then guide them back to the lockers. In a matter of mere moments, Travis was standing there surrounded by a cadre of hot guys all eagerly awaiting the big reveal.

“I think we’ve kept the audience waiting long enough…” Curtis said playfully into Travis’s ear.

Travis could only nod in reply. He was so excited that he could hardly collect his thoughts let alone formulate words.

Curtis gave Travis another passionate kiss on the lips and then began to kiss a path down Travis’s neck, down his pecs, across his abs, and down the sculpted V of his Adonis belt until he reached the waistband of Travis’s boxers. Travis’s boxers were sitting lower on his hips than normal. Trent had tugged them down slightly before Curtis could stop him, but even so, it hadn’t bumped against his rigid dick yet.

Travis’s mind reeled. There was a time when even with his boxers riding high on his hips, his boner would stick up well past the waistband. He could have pressed his cock against his abs and had more than half of it sticking up past the waistband. Now, his boxers hung to low on his hips they sat like a micro bikini and the tip of his dick didn’t even hit the waistband. Just how small was he? He needed to know. Thankfully, Curtis wasn’t going to keep him in suspense much longer.

Curtis pulled down on the waistband and slowly inched Curtis’s boxers down his hips until they fell with a soft plop around his ankles. His tiny dick was left to stand at attention for all to see. Or it would have if Curtis’s head wasn’t blocking the view from most of the audience.

Curtis took a moment and marveled at Travis’s tiny dick for a moment. He had had a decent idea of how small it was when he saw it growing after their icy swim in the pond, but this was the first time seeing it in all its glory. It was by far smaller than his own. The shaft itself thinner and shorter than his thumb. The nuts themselves the size of peanuts.

Curtis stepped aside to let the crowd get a good look. Everyone gasped in awe at what they beheld. Travis’s rigid cock was astoundingly tiny. A dick that would be more at home on an elementary school kid than an adult now graced the space between his legs.

“Whoa…”

“Didn’t he have a full foot the other day?”

“Isn’t it permanent if you do too much?”

“Yeah. There’s no way that’s growing back.”

“I didn’t think it was possible to get that small!”

“No wonder Dave called for full attendance!”

“And I thought he was hot when he was hung!”

“There goes my tips.”

“You could try downsizing too.”

“I might have to!”

“It’d be a good look on you.”

The cheers and quips and conversations all rattled around in Travis’s brain. The voices felt miles away and right in his ears all at the same time. He couldn’t wait to get out there and start his shift. He couldn’t wait to see the reactions of the regulars, but there was something else that needed to happen first…

Curtis held out his hand. Trent quickly slapped a small tape measure into Curtis’s palm and then stepped back to give Curtis space to work. Curtis knelt down beside his lover’s reduced rod and placed the tape alongside the shaft. He gently placed the tip of the tape flush with Travis’s crotch and then made a dramatic show of very slowly placing the tape down along the length of Travis’s cock. There was an audible drum roll coming from a couple of the people in audience as Curtis glanced at the final ruling.

“Wow. Three whole centimeters,” Curtis said playfully.

There’s the old trope in TV and movies where the sound of a record scratch plays and then the central figure makes some comment about “I bet you’re wondering how I got here.” Travis felt like he was in one of those scenes. Three centimeters? He didn’t know the exact conversion, but that was more than an inch, right? He was less than two inches this morning. He hadn’t even halved in size? Wasn’t that how these worked? It seemed he would lose more than half his size with each shrinkage, so why was he still so large?

He knew it was strange to think of it as such. He had a dick that was barely bigger than an inch. He had a literal kid dick on a dude’s body. It was miniscule by any measure, but still it felt like too much. He had let his mind run away with him. He had played this scene out in his mind too many times in the lead up to this moment, that he wondered if it would even have been possible to be pleased with the results, but even as the crowd around him cheered and jeered, Travis could only barely hear them.

His mind flashed back to the pond. He had lost his cage early. The shrinkage from the icy water must have impacted the effects of the cage. Could he recover the cage? Could he put it back on and try again? Would it even work if he did? Didn’t he have to do an extreme shrinkage to get lasting results?

Travis’s thoughts raged in his head until a booming voice dispersed not just his thoughts but the crowd that had gathered around him.

“We open in ten minutes! Get to your places, everyone!” Dave shouted.

The crowd quickly dispersed. Even Trent scampered away and returned to the dining hall leaving just Curtis, Travis, and Dave in the back room.

Dave stepped forward and eyed Travis up and down as if studying him. After a tense moment, Dave turned his attention towards Curtis and said, “I see you got the extra small sizes out of the cabinet.”

“Yessir…” Curtis replied.

Dave nodded as if mulling it over for a moment. Eventually, he looked Travis in the eyes and said, “I was surprised how readily you took to these. I figured you would get scared after the first session and quit.”

“Did you want me to?” Travis asked. He was suddenly feeling very small and not in the fun way.

Dave chuckled and shook his head. “No, no. I was glad to see you stick with us, and I was impressed by how small you wanted to get. Although… this makes things a bit interesting for today’s event,” he said.

“Is there a problem?” Curtis asked.

“Nothing you need to worry about. Go on. You’re needed on the floor,” Dave replied and waved to signal that Curtis was dismissed.

Curtis managed a polite “yessir” and flashed his boyfriend an nervous glance before he too scurried off to finish preparations.

Dave watched Curtis leave. Once Curtis was far enough out of ear shot, he turned back to Travis to finish their conversation.

“I may have promised something to the regulars,” Dave said.

Travis waited for a moment for Dave to continue, but this guy loved his dramatic pauses. Eventually, Travis spoke up if for no other reason than to break the awkward silence. “… Oh?” Travis asked.

“These cages are a new addition to our offerings, and most guys use them for a temporary reduction while on the clock,” Dave explained.

“Y-yeah. Curtis and Trent mentioned something like that…” Travis replied.

“I’m sure they did. Trent likes to talk like he knows everything, but Curtis… he actually knows what he’s talking about most of the time. We don’t really have ranks here, but if I had to say, Curtis would be akin to a shift lead at other places. He’s close to a second in command around here,” Dave explained.

“Oh… he’s not in trouble, is he?” Travis asked.

Dave balked for a second. Stared Travis up and down, and then suddenly started laughing. “Oh. No. Nothing like that. I guess I came off a little harsh there,” Dave said between chuckles as he stifled his laughter.

“Am I in trouble?” Travis asked.

“No one’s in trouble! I’m not angry. I was going to ask if you wanted to do something special,” Dave said.

Travis raised an eyebrow questioning, but otherwise stood straight at attention while his boss spoke. “… Oh?” Travis asked again.

Dave pulled something from his pocket and flicked it at Travis as if he was flipping a quarter. The object spun towards Travis’s face where it would have collided had Travis not instinctively caught it.

“It’s rare that a guy decides to permanently go down a size. When that happens, we like to make an event of it. Call the regulars in, make a show of it. A little before and after. You understand, right?” Dave said.

“Oh… Oh!” Travis gasped.

“I let Curtis take the small pack with him yesterday, but I didn’t expect you two to go through the whole thing!” Dave said with a chuckle.

“I wasn’t supposed to go all the way…” Travis murmured softly.

“You weren’t supposed to do anything. I don’t put such expectations on my boys. I want you guys to do what feels right because it’s what you want and not what someone else expects of you,” Dave explained.

“But… you called this event so you could show off my… uh… reduction…” Travis stammered. It was weird. He couldn’t quite think of a good word for what happened. ‘Shrinking’ felt too sci-fi. This was too real for that.

“Well, yes…” Dave said, clearly mulling it over.

“Did I make a mistake?” Travis asked. It wasn’t clear if his question was aimed at Dave or directed at himself, but Dave was the one to answer.

Dave placed a hand reassuringly on Travis’s shoulder. “You have done nothing wrong. This event is as much for you as it is for the rest of the staff and the regulars. Hell, I’d say it’s more for you than anyone else. I want this to be a memorable moment for you,” Dave said. Dave had a deep voice—a voice that commanded respect and authority, but there was also kindness in it too.

Travis glanced down at his cock. Despite the tense atmosphere, he was still rock hard. He was excited to show off for the regulars and the rest of the staff. It was just a shame that he couldn’t go a little smaller to make a scene of it.

“I had mentioned Curtis is like a right-hand man. He knows more than the others, but he doesn’t know everything,” Dave said.

Travis wasn’t sure what to say. He cocked his head slightly to the side like a confused puppy but waited quietly for Dave to continue.

“I saw the look in your eyes. While the rest were cheering you on, you wanted something more,” Dave said.

“I… well…” Travis stammered.

“Or maybe I should say, you wanted less,” Dave added. He shot Travis a knowing wink.

“I… well… that’s…” Travis stammered. He was suddenly flustered. Being called out like this was somehow more mollifying than when he had thought he was in trouble.

Dave let out a deep, pleasant laugh in response. “It’s fine. You don’t have to explain yourself to me. As I said, I just want my guys to get what they want,” he said.

Travis looked back up at his new boss. There was a look of reverent awe on his face. He wasn’t sure what to say. He felt, for lack of a better word, safe. Dave was looking out for him.

Dave’s smile broadened to the point that his pearly whites were visible. He nodded towards the object that Travis still clutched in his hand.

Travis opened his hand and stared down at what he now held. Travis had caught the thing on instinct. He hadn’t even looked at it. Whatever it was, it was tiny. It had looked the size of a quarter while spinning in the air, but he hadn’t taken stock of the shape of it. Now, however, he could see it for what it was.

It was another cage. One even smaller than the one Travis had lost this morning.

“Curtis doesn’t know everything,” Dave said. He gave Travis a conspiratorial wink before turning and heading back towards the door leading to the dining room. Dave stepped through the doorway, but before shutting the door, he looked back over his shoulder and said, “I hope you enjoy the party. It’s as much for you as it is anyone else.”

Travis stood there in stunned silence as he stared down at the cage in the palm of his hand. It was little bigger than a thimble. Dave’s words from earlier echoed in his head.

“This event is as much for you as it is for the rest of the staff and regulars.”

“Hell… I’d say it’s more for you than anyone else…”

Travis stepped out onto the dining room floor. His heart was pounding in his chest. His whole body felt tense with anxiety and excitement. This was it. His first official shift as an Acorn boy. This would be a momentous occasion even had it just been a normal day at the diner, but there was an air of festivity today that Travis had not felt in the few days he had been coming here. It was as much his first shift as it was a party held in his honor. He was both the host and guest of honor! Everywhere he looked were clients who were eager to see him and coworkers who were happy to cheer him on.

Travis balked after stepping a few feet into the dining room. All eyes were on him, and as excited as he was to be here and as much as he loved the attention, it was all too much for him. His latent anxieties began to bubble to the surface. His mind raced. He was keenly aware of the emptiness between his legs. The lack of weight from his once heavy cock and balls felt odd and unnatural. Had he made a mistake? He had traded away a fat, footlong cock—the kind of cock most guys could only dream of—for what?

However, before Travis could spiral too hard, he felt a hand give him a playful slap on the ass. The sudden impact snapped him from his trance. A familiar voice came from behind him.

“Don’t tell me you’re getting cold feet, newbie,” the voice said. There was something oddly comforting in the playfully snide tone. Travis found himself smirking in spite the jeers.

“Get fucked,” Travis sassed back.

“Are you offering? Cus I don’t think I’d feel it,” Trent teased.

“You wish,” Travis scoffed playfully.

“That’s the attitude I was looking for. Now go use it on the customers,” Trent said.

Travis was tempted to glance over his shoulder if for no other reason to flash Trent a smirk of appreciation. Trent was actually a pretty nice guy… if you ignored all evidence to the contrary, but before Travis could do anything, he felt Trent’s foot pressed against the small of his back, and then with one quick kick, Trent shoved Travis out into the dining hall.

Travis staggered and stumbled awkwardly a few steps forward. His tiny apron shifted as he stumbled, giving the audience a tantalizing glimpse of his bare thighs, but despite the slight wardrobe malfunction, his apron didn’t let slip even a brief bit of balls. Travis’s package was far too small for that.

Travis blushed bright red. He could feel his dick stirring to life in the confines of his tiny cage. He could actually feel his cock getting smaller. The cage was tight, but the tightness remained consistent even as his cock stiffened and swelled within. His mind started racing with what ifs. The coldness of the pond water had caused his dick to shrivel within the cage during his skinny dipping earlier. This led to less shrinkage than he had hoped. Did the opposite hold true? If he got harder than he had ever been in his life, would the overall shrinkage be even greater? If that was true, this was sure to be the biggest reduction to date!

Travis tried to push the thought from his mind as he stared out at the audience that had gathered. These people were here for him! It was still so surreal to think of. He was brand new here, and yet he had people lining up to see him! What had Dave told them? How much had Travis been hyped up to the regulars?

As Travis looked around, he noticed a few people that he had seen during his two training shifts. They seemed even more excited to be there than people that Travis had never met before. Shouldn’t it be the other way around? Shouldn’t they be more excited to meet the new guy if they hadn’t already met him? Travis was… well… Travis. Surely, whatever hype Dave had mustered would fade once they actually met him…

Without even realizing it, Travis had stopped dead in his tracks once more. His mind was racing. He wasn’t spiraling as hard as before, but his thoughts paralyzed him nonetheless. However, he soon felt another hand against his backside. This one was a larger, stronger palm, but instead of slapping Travis hard on the butt, this hand rested reassuringly on the small of his back.

“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” the kind voice asked.

“Do I have a choice?” Travis replied.

“There’s always a choice. The whole crew is here. If you’re not ready, we have plenty of others to keep the guests entertained,” Dave said.

“I’m ready… I want to be ready… but what are they expecting of me?” Travis asked.

“Just be yourself. You barely needed Curtis’s guidance during training. Cut loose. Have fun, and maybe show a little skin,” Dave said.

“I don’t have that much more skin I can show,” Travis said as he gestured down to his tiny apron. The small garment was little more than a few inches thick strip of fabric held up with strings. The notepad housed in the left pocket was little more than a pad of post-it notes since nothing else would fit. Yet, despite how small the article of clothing was, it more than covered his vastly reduced bait and tackle.

“We’ll get to that soon enough,” Dave said with a hearty laugh. He then gently nudged Travis towards the tables and the awaiting crowd.

Travis’s smile widened as he walked forward. He had been stressed out, but the encouragement of his two new friends had done wonders for his nerves. He felt ready to take on the world! But before he could make his official introduction, another figure rushed up on him. Travis barely had time to react. One second, he was walking forward, and the next second he had to spin around and brace himself as a slim figure practically pounced on him like a tiger. It was more of a tackle than a hug. The sheer force with which Curtis threw himself against Travis nearly sent both of them sprawling onto the carpet below.

The cheer from the crowd sounded much like the canned audio from a sitcom when two characters kissed. The “woo!” echoed in Travis’s ears while Curtis’s tongue worked its way past his lips. Travis was already hot and bothered without the addition of his boyfriend in the mix. He felt ready to cream right then and there, and he hadn’t even officially started his shift!

“I-I’m fine… Really…!” Travis gasped between passionate kisses.

“I know you are,” Curtis said playfully.

“I mean it! I’m ready! I don’t need any more encouragement!” Travis protested more for show than because he really meant it. He loved the feeling of his boyfriend’s lips and hands on his body.

“Too bad! You’re getting more anyway!” Curtis chided playfully.

“Should we be doing this here?” Travis protested.

“Where better!” Curtis cheered. “I want everyone to see how in love we are!”

“Y-yeah! I love you, but!” Travis stammered, but the second the words were out of his lips, he balked.

“Hm? Curtis asked impishly.

“I… have I never said that before?” Travis murmured in awe.

“No, but I knew you felt that way,” Curtis teased.

“I should have said it sooner!” Travis protested.

“You’re saying it now. In front of everyone. That has to count for something, right?” Curtis teased.

Travis’s cheeks were burning bright red but for different reasons than they were earlier. It was no longer anxiety that caused his body to tremble but euphoria! He was madly in love, and now the whole restaurant knew it!

“As much as I’d love to fool around, I think it’s time you started your shift,” Curtis said playfully.

“Y-yeah…” Travis murmured as if in a stupor.

“But… I’ll give you one last gift before you I turn you loose,” Travis said playfully.

“Hm?” Travis murmured, but his curious tone was quickly replaced by a yelp of shock. Curtis had reached under his apron and playfully gripped the small cage that gripped Travis’s dick. It didn’t hurt, per se, but the sudden pressure on his cock surprised him.

Curtis leaned in close and playfully nibbled on Travis’s ear while his fingers fiddled with the cage that housed Travis’s cock.

“These small cages are really flimsy, aren’t they?” Curtis chuckled impishly into Travis’s ear.

“Whuh?” Was all Travis could manage to respond. He had never considered it before, but the metal that comprised the smallest cages was very thin. He just assumed they didn’t need to be that sturdy since the organ they were trying to contain would not be strong enough to break free, but as he felt Curtis’s fingers tighten around the thin metal of the cage, the truth of Curtis’s words began to dawn on him. Travis winced in spite of himself as he felt the metal buckle. Curtis was making it smaller!?

The metal clamping down on his dick hurt for only a second before his cock receded enough to ease the pain. Travis’s cage was once more as snug as it had been when he put it on. Travis looked Curtis dead in the eyes, and even though he couldn’t find the words to speak, his facial expression said it all for him. “Just how small is it going to get!?”

“We’ll just have to see when it comes off,” Curtis said as if in response to Travis’s internal comments. Curtis gave Travis a playful wink, planted one last kiss on Travis’s lips, and then turned and vanished into the bustle of the rest of the wait staff that was already attending to the large volume of guests.

Travis stared in awe at the bare backside of his boyfriend as Curtis trotted away. Curtis’s bare butt bobbed in such a cute way that there was no way that Curtis wasn’t still flirting. Travis wished he had gotten a glimpse of Curtis’s cock when he had the chance, but he could see the knot of the black string that held up Curtis’s own tiny apron. Travis would have to wait until Curtis ditched the tiny garment before he could behold all the goods. Fortunately, knowing Curtis, that wouldn’t take long.

With that, Curtis made his way to the nearest table and struck up a conversation with the dude waiting there. It was like a switch flipped on in his brain, and he instantly went into customer service mode. He had forgotten his fears and quickly began chatting up the regulars. His training as a server at other restaurants helped a lot, but there was a new fun and flirty twist to the way he interacted with them all that surprised even Travis himself. Trent was right. He had gained an attitude. Trent and Curtis had both rubbed off on him in more ways than just physically.

The next few hours were a blur. Travis didn’t even realize the passage of time—at least not in the traditional way. The linear progression was no longer felt in terms of seconds or minutes or even hours. Travis felt the progression of time in the steady loosening of his tiny cage. Travis wasn’t even sure how long he had been at it. He had skipped his first break, and was no doubt due for his lunch, but he toughed it out. However, after he finished carrying a rather large tray of drinks and hors d’oeuvres something happened that snapped him out of the trancelike state he had been operating in.

Travis stood up from placing the tray on the table. He wiped the sweat from his brow and was just about to exchange a playful quip with one of the patrons when the sound of a metallic object hitting the floor echoed through the dining room.

Tink………. Tink……. Tink… Tink. Tink.

Travis froze. His jaw dropped. He could feel the cool air against his now exposed cock and balls. He wasn’t sure what to do or what to say. He wasn’t even sure what to feel! However, before he could spiral too hard, Dave’s booming voice echoed through the establishment.

“And that! Is the sound of an angel getting its wings!” Dave cheered.

Voices reverberated through the room. There was a mixture of excitement, confusion, and amusement at this new proclamation. Travis’s mind flashed back to their interview where he had made a similar comment when he had last heard this sound. Dave had made good on his comment and had used Travis’s own quip to announce Travis’s “graduation”.

Travis’s mind raced. Had that been the sound he heard during his interview? He remembered now. He remembered what the others had told him earlier. It was rare for someone to permanently go down a size, but it was cause for celebration. However, no one had ever gone down as many sizes as Travis had. A tense silence slowly settled on the crowd. Both the guests and employees waited with bated breath as Travis stood there and stared down in awe at his own apron.

His heart pounded so hard it echoed in his ears. Travis was once more paralyzed with anxiety and indecision. Should he remove his apron? Should he show everyone his cock? Should he show himself his cock? Just how small was it? Would it be too small? Would it be small enough? However, before Travis could spiral too hard, he felt a pair of arms warp around his chest. He felt Curtis’s chin rest on his shoulder. He heard Curtis’s soft, reassuring voice whisper into his ear.

“Turn around. You don’t have to show everyone. You can just show me, if you want,” Curtis whispered.

“I don’t want to hide it…” Travis murmured uncertainly.

“But…?” Curtis asked.

“I want you to see it first,” Travis said.

Curtis playfully gave Travis’s earlobe a quick nibble before taking a step back, placing his hands on Travis’s shoulders, and then gently guiding Travis as Travis spun around to face him. Travis was soon facing his boyfriend. They stared into each other’s eyes, and for a moment at least, their surroundings seemed to fade away. Despite the crowd, this was a moment for them alone.

Curtis leaned in and planted a kiss of Travis’s lips—a gesture which Travis eagerly returned, but as Curtis began to kiss a path lower and lower alone Travis’s neck and collar bone, Travis was left standing there in anticipation. Curtis continued lower and lower, down Travis’s chest—spending an extra moment to give Travis’s nipple a quick suckle—before drifting down past Travis’s defined abs and past the firm V-like band of his Adonis belt, down across Travis’s crotch until he reached the upper hem of the tiny apron which hung low on Travis’s hips.

Curtis glanced up at his lover. There was a glint in his eyes that was both devious and triumphant as his hands tugged at the apron. As Curtis pulled the apron lower, Travis got a glimpse of even more of his exposed crotch. It was so surreal to see. He could not yet see the base of his dick. His cock was once so huge, so fat that the base of it would have been easily visible even if he had been wearing low-rise briefs, but now, the upper edge of his garment nearly reached his inner thighs, and he still couldn’t see the cock!

The apron resisted Curtis’s tugs, and for a second, Travis thought that Curtis was intentionally drawing this out to make him squirm, but he soon felt another set of hands reach down and tug at the strings on the tiny chords that served as a belt.

“You two really are hopeless, huh…” Trent chided, but his tone carried more of a bemused chuckle than normal. With a few quick tugs, the chord was untied, and Travis’s apron was left to flutter to the floor at his feet.

The lovers’ eyes both fell upon Travis’s reduced dicklet in unison. It was small. It was beyond small. It was tiny! It was a literal baby dick on a man’s body! Had it ever been that small? With his previous shrinkage, he could compare it to sizes he had had in his youth, but this was so tiny, he didn’t think he could even do that. It was smaller than the day he was born! It was so tiny he could eclipse the entire cock and balls under the fingerprint of his pinkie! It was so small that he could use a mini-Band-Aid as a micro-bikini! He could hide his cock under the gauze of the smallest adhesive!

“Oh wow…” Curtis murmured in awe.

Travis froze for a moment. Was it too small? He wanted to love how it looked, but more importantly, he wanted Curtis to love how it looked.

“It’s perfect,” Curtis said. He leaned forward and planted a kiss right on Travis’s reduced rock. Curtis’s lips felt huge around his cock. His dick was so small that it didn’t even reach past Curtis’s lips!

Travis shuddered. A moan escaped his lips. He was so close to cumming from just a kiss! But he didn’t dare blow his load just yet. He wanted to enjoy this for even longer. He wanted Curtis to enjoy this for even longer. Hell, he wanted the guests to enjoy this for even longer. They hadn’t even seen it yet!

“Heh. You actually did it,” Trent said.

“Go away, Trent,” Curtis said with an only mildly annoyed sigh.

“What? I have just as much right to see it as everyone else,” Trent scoffed. He then stepped beside Travis, placed his hands, on Travis’s shoulder and said, “speaking of…” before quickly spinning Travis around to face the crowd.

The crowd gasped as their eyes fell upon what was left of Travis’s cock. No one had ever seen one so small. It was so tiny that it looked absolutely miniscule next to Trent’s exposed rager. Trent’s rigid stiffy was so hard that it was dribbling pre. Curtis had never seen Trent so turned on. No doubt he enjoyed how massive he felt in comparison. Anywhere else, Trent would have been well below average. His dick would be squarely in the small category, but stacked up next to Travis’s thumb tack, Trent looked better hung than the biggest porn star!

“I didn’t think you belonged here when I first saw you show up, but seeing you now… I gotta say, that’s the perfect look for you. You were always meant to have a baby dick,” Trent teased.

“It really is!” came a voice from the crowd.

“I’ve never seen one so small!” came another voice.

“I can’t even call it a baby dick.”

“It’s far too small for that!”

“Such a cute little button!”

“I can barely even see it!”

“I hope he comes closer so I can get a good look at it!”

Travis stood there shuddering like a leaf. His micro-cock shuddered and lurched. The attention and adoration heaped on him and his cock were too much. He was going to cum, but he didn’t want to—not yet!

The crowd’s murmurs and cheers shifted gears. Something else had caught the audience’s attention. It wasn’t enough to take the focus off of Travis, but it definitely changed the energy in the room.

Travis wanted to ask what was going on, but he was too paralyzed with excitement and euphoria to even manage a syllable. Fortunately, he quickly saw what had got the crowd so energized. Curtis had stepped up beside him.

Curtis was now almost as naked as Travis and Trent, but there was one small piece of gear he still wore. Curtis flashed Travis a playful wink as he tugged his own cage free, causing his reduced dick to spill into view.

“I’m not ready to do anything permanent just yet, but I still wanted to join you on your special day,” Curtis said impishly.

Travis had never been more turned on than he was in that moment. He nearly creamed right then and there, but he was so shocked that his body just could not react.

Curtis stepped in front of Travis once more. Their lips met. Their crotches pressed together. Travis could feel how huge Curtis’s own reduced rod was compared to his micro-cocklet. His mind flashed to them fooling around on the day of his training before he had even so much as looked at one of the cages. Back then, Trent’s cock had been a full, fat, footlong, easily. When placed side by side with a ruler, his massive rod was as long as the ruler and some change without even needing to press the ruler into his crotch for extra millimeters. Curtis’s small rod and testes nestled cozily into the crook where the base of Travis’s cock met his massive nuts. Curtis’s cock hadn’t even been two full inches then, but now it was even smaller. Maybe three-quarters of that. Maybe an inch and a half. Maybe less. It was hard to say. Curtis’s rod was smaller than Travis’s own thumb, but even so, it was so much larger than Travis’s own miniscule package that now Travis’s twig and berries nestled into the crook of Curtis’s cock and balls as easily as Curtis’s had done to his mere days before.

What did that mean for his size now? Curtis had been less than a sixth his size at the time. Maybe even less than an eight. Travis didn’t have the natural skill with mental math nor the spare brainpower to ponder. His cock had to be less than a centimeter—less than half a centimeter. His rigid rod now measured in millimeters. His rigid dick was only as big as the exposed led of a sharpened pencil. His nuts were now the size of Nerds candies, but the actual measurements didn’t matter. What mattered was how it felt in the moment. It felt perfect. It was perfect. Everything was perfect. It wasn’t just the size. It was also how it felt nestled against Curtis’s own comparatively huge cock and balls.

The fit felt perfect. It was as if their cocks were always meant to nestle together like that. Travis sighed contently. He wrapped his arms tightly around Curtis and pulled his boyfriend in tight as their cocks rubbed together. His body trembled. His cock bucked and lurched. His tiny nuts tensed.

“Let it out. Let it all out,” Curtis cooed softly into Travis’s ear as their cocks rubbed together. Curtis reached back and gripped thick handfuls of Travis’s bubbly booty in his hands and pulled the cheeks apart, giving the rest of the staff a good glimpse into Travis’s shuddering hole. Curtis slipped two fingers—his ring and middle finger—in all the way down to the bottom knuckle. A moan escaped Travis’s lips. His cock shuddered. His body trembled, and then the dam broke.

Travis moaned blissfully in front of his boss, his coworkers, his boyfriend, and the entire cast of regulars as his tiny dick shuddered and spurted again and again and again. The loads felt so huge, so hot, so heavy. He felt like he was cumming gallons and gallons. He couldn’t believe how much he was cumming. Surely, this was one for the record books, and it was… just not in the direction he had expected.

With his load shot and his energy spent, Travis staggered back. Trent and Dave rushed forward to catch him. Travis’s eyes lazily fluttered open. His gaze fell upon his lover’s now cum-dappled dicklet. The splatters of jizz had felt huge to Travis’s vastly reduced rod, but each splatter of cum was smaller than the beads of sweat which now rolled down Travis’s brow and dripped off his chin.

Just seeing how small his heaviest loads had become was another jarring experience, and yet, it felt right!

Curtis stepped forward. He put his hands on his hips and jutted his hips forward so that his own small rod was pointed directly at Travis’s face.

“Okay. You’ve had your fun. Now it’s my turn,” he said playfully.

Travis didn’t need to be told twice. He pushed himself back up onto his knees and knelt down before his boyfriend’s tiny dick. He nuzzled his face against his lover’s crotch. He breathed deeply and soaked in the smell of sweat and pre as it mingled with his own spunk. He ran his tongue across Curtis’s tiny cock. Curtis’s dick was so small that Travis could eclipse the whole thing, cock, balls and all, under his tongue. He could feel the rod shudder. He could feel the nuts tense. He could taste pre flowing heavier from the drooling slit of the shuddering head of Curtis’s little dick.

“W-when did you get so…!” Curtis gasped. He had already been close to cumming when he and Travis had been grinding together. It was only through sheer force of will and commitment to the bit that he had kept up his playful demeanor. Now, however, what ever resolve he had left quickly crumbled. His legs trembled. His cock lurched. Cum spurted from his tiny dick.

As the last spurt of cum escaped Curtis’s cock, he stumbled forward. Travis quickly moved to intercept. He gently guided Curtis down until the were both collapsed into each other’s arms on the floor of the diner.

The sounds of the audience and staff faded away as the two lay there and stared into each other’s eyes. This moment felt perfect. They didn’t want the rest of the world to interfere. They just wanted to bask in the afterglow and each other’s presence, but eventually, the eyes were too tough to ignore.

Curtis begrudgingly got to his feet and helped Travis do the same. The pair leaned on one another for support as they staggered their way towards the break room to get some food and recover from their shared climax.

As they staggered into the breakroom, Curtis leaned in closer and whispered into Travis’s ear, “Wow. That was intense. Does it get better the smaller it gets?”

Travis chuckled in response. Truth was, he wasn’t sure. It certainly felt better, but everything had been better since he had taken a job here. He had new friends. He had a new boyfriend. He had a new attitude. His life was better. He himself was better. Everything was better. It was hard to say how much of his joy came from his size and how much came from his surroundings. Still… the size didn’t hurt…

“You can try it and tell me,” Travis teased.

“When did you get so cheeky?” Curtis asked in a tone of mock indignation.

Travis laughed in reply.

It was at this point that the duo made their way to the table in the back. There were sandwiches prepared for staff to eat on break. Travis staggered up to the box and got one for him and his boyfriend, but was surprised to see Curtis was no longer there when he got back. He looked around, but quickly spotted Curtis stepping out from behind the row of lockers.

“What’s up?” Travis asked.

“I know I said I had one last gift for you, but that may have been a bit of a lie,” Curtis said. There was a devious grin on his face that got Travis intrigued and excited.

“Here… open this…” Curtis said as he slid a small, wrapped box towards Travis.

For a split second, Travis thought that Curtis had somehow found yet a smaller cage, but when he opened the box, he was greeted by a very different sight.

At first, Travis wasn’t even sure what he was looking at, but as the realization dawned on him, his eyes grew wider, and his jaw hung lower.

“What the…” he murmured as he held lifted the small out of the box and held it up to Curtis.

“Well… You’re definitely not a top anymore, and I figured this way you could get ready for some more fun after work,” Curtis explained. Curtis then playfully stuck out his tongue and gave Travis an impish wink before adding, “and this way you can give you fans a good show whether you’re coming or going.”

Travis’s brain blue screened, but his cock got rock hard instantly. Give them a show whether coming or going? They were sure to be looking at his tiny dick as he arrived, and now, when he was walking away, they would see the bedazzled base of the fat butt plug sticking out between his shapely cheeks.

“I’ll help you put it in,” Curtis said.

Travis quickly wolfed down his sandwich and assumed the position. He winced in spite himself as his hole spread impossibly wide to accept the massive toy. The thing was huge. It was incredibly thick—maybe even as thick as his own cock had been back in the day, but as the fattest part of the plug slid past into him, and his hole retracted around the base, a feeling of relief so intense washed over him that his tiny dick spurted all over again.

“Wow…” Travis murmured.

“I knew you would like it,” Curtis said. He leaned over and gave Travis another passionate kiss on the lips and helped his lover once more get to his feet.

Travis staggered awkwardly towards the doorway. It felt strange having the huge device inside him, but it felt right! How did he ever think of himself as a top? He was born to be a baby-dicked bottom! And as he stepped out into the dining hall once more, a round of applause erupted from the patrons and the staff.

Travis’s smile spread wider and wider. He couldn’t wait to show everyone the real him.

Travis peeled off his soaked gym shirt and sighed, “man. It feels good to get out of these clothes.”

“I was half expecting you to strip in the middle of the gym,” Travis’s new gym partner and spotter teased.

“I considered it, but they don’t like that here as much as they do at the office,” Travis replied.

Travis peeled off his socks and quickly shimmied his shorts down his hips until he could kick those off too. In a matter of seconds, he was left standing completely nude in the locker room. Normally, a nude dude in the lockers wouldn’t turn heads, but Travis was a special case. His tiny dicklet was so small that even the most modest gym goers did a double take upon seeing it.

Travis’s new gym buddy eyed Travis’s miniature dick and smirked. He too had just finished peeling off his drenched clothes revealing his thick, sculpted muscles and his own meager cocklet.

“I swear, you make me look huge!” Trent said with a laugh. He reached down and gave his cock and balls a playful shake as if lording his size over Travis’s miniscule package.

Travis gave a whistle of appreciation and quipped, “It’s a good look on you. How much have you gone down?”

“I’ve only done one legit reduction… I’m just trying out a smaller size for today,” Trent explained.

“I was a little surprised to see you had gone down at all,” Travis replied.

“Yeah, yeah… don’t read too much into it. I’m still bigger than the rest of the guys, but ever since your little show, it’s been harder to get good tips unless you… well… you know,” Trent explained and made a gesture of his thumb and pointer finger very close together to imply something very small.

“Never thought I’d be such a trend setter,” Travis laughed.

“Never thought I’d be jumping on a bandwagon like this,” Trent replied with a shrug.

As Trent and Travis conversed, the pair became aware of the telltale sound of snickers coming from the other side of the lockers. Travis glanced over his shoulder and caught sight of a few dudes he used to hang with. They were doing a similar hand gesture to the one Trent had just done, but their facial expressions were far less genial.

“See how well they do that when I break their fingers…” Trent grumbled.

“Don’t bother,” Travis said with a sigh.

“I still oughtta teach them a lesson,” Trent grumbled.

“And get us both kicked out? Let me handle this one,” Travis said. He reached into his locker and fished out a piece of paper before turning and strutting up to their would-be hecklers.

Travis strode up to the trio and crossed his arms in front of his chest and leaned back slightly to draw even more attention to the tiny bits between his legs that were already the main attraction. The hecklers were taken aback. Already their bravado was crumbling, but their leader didn’t seem ready to back down.

“I think there’s been a mistake. The girl’s locker room is over there,” the first guy said. He let out an abrasive laugh, but his two sidekicks only let out a nervous chuckle.

Travis ignored the barb and just asked, “do you normally go into the locker room to check out dude’s cocks?”

The heckler was instantly flustered. “Well… I mean… I wasn’t looking… I just saw it and…” he stammered.

“You sure? You’d have to look pretty hard to see this,” Travis teased. He gave his hips a playful wiggle which caused his tiny package to bob. The heckler’s eyes flitted towards Travis’s tiny package, but the guy immediately tried to avert his gaze and pretend like he hadn’t just been caught sneaking a peek.

Travis chuckled at the guy’s reaction. “Look all you want. It’s fine, really. In fact, if you like what you see, I could introduce you to a few of my friends,” Travis said playfully.

“As if! Now get away before you pin dick…ness… rubs off on us!” the dude scoffed.

Travis eyed the guy up and down, shrugged, and rolled his eyes. “You don’t have much of a personality outside of your whole size complex, huh? You’re not even that big,” he said dismissively.

“What did you say!? You wouldn’t know what a big dick was if it slapped you in the face!” The guy shouted. He was posturing. He was acting tough and trying to look like he was ready to fight, but Travis saw through it. It would be so easy to call him out… However, before Travis had the time or the inclination to really undermine his would-be heckler, the third member of the trio spoke up.

“W-wait… Travis!? Is that you?” he gasped.

“Wait, Travis?” the first guy said.

The guy took a step back and stared in awe at the dude that was standing before him. For the first time, he really looked at the face of the guy he had been heckling. It sure looked like Travis, but… that thing between his legs… there’s no way. Not to mention this guy had some sass to him.

“No way, man… he just looks like him or something. Maybe it’s his brother…” the first guy sputtered.

“No. It’s Travis! What happened!?” The third guy asked.

Travis shrugged and smirked. “I learned how to do more with less, I guess,” he said playfully.

“Yeah, right. As if you could do anything with a pin dick like that,” the first guy scoffed.

Travis chuckled and shook his head. “I get more action that you could ever believe,” he said playfully.

“As if!” the dude scoffed again, but Travis had stopped paying any attention to him. He was boring, and the dude’s followers were already starting to see the cracks in his veneer.

Travis’s eyes darted over to the third guy in the posse—the dude who had recognized him. Clearly, this was the only dude in the party who looked at faces instead of just cocks.

Travis’s playful smirk spread wider as he took stock of the guy. He was cute. There was potential there, and in the hustle and bustle of Travis and the leader of the hecklers having their back and forth, the dude had let his hand slip causing his towel to fall away revealing the cock he had been so desperately covering up until now. Maybe it was purely an unintentional reaction to the activity nearby, but that didn’t mean it was entirely accidental. Maybe it wasn’t a conscious decision, but some part of this guy wanted Travis to see.

The dude’s dick was decent… a little on the smaller side, but they could fix that. More importantly, the dude’s modest cock was showing signs of stiffening. There were twitches of excitement as the dude’s cock started to swell in spite his internal efforts to fight his own arousal.

Travis walked past the leader and strode directly up to the skittish groupie at his side. Travis flashed the slip of paper he had pulled from his locker and slipped it into the dude’s hands. There was a devious smirk on his lips and an impish glint in his eyes that would rival anything Curtis could muster as Travis addressed the guy.

“You and I both know you don’t belong with this group… but I know a place where you’ll fit right in…” Travis said and shot the guy a flirtatious wink.

The guy stared in awe at the slip of paper in his hands. There was no name written on the slip—just a phone number… and an image of an acorn.

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