Humiliated by a Brat

I don’t think anyone wakes up one day and says to themselves, “Wow, I really want to be humiliated!” At least not to me. In fact, maybe I should say, at least in the beginning, in order for you to be humiliated, you don’t wake up thinking that. Well, until the day I was sexually humiliated by a brat. 

Life Shifts After a Bratty Humiliation

After it has happened, well everything changes. I’m sure some of you have known your whole lives that if someone would just humiliate you it would make your life complete. But I didn’t know. In fact, I thought I was a pretty cool guy. I’m not bad looking and have had a couple of average girlfriends. Money also comes easy to me.

Of course I never really tried to talk to the hot girls, they were beyond what I thought I was ever going to be able to get. I don’t know if somewhere inside I always knew they would laugh at the size of my cock. Maybe they just wouldn’t like me.

But I know for certain I never imagined that I would get off on an incredibly hot, but bratty babe, laughing at and humiliating me. Thing is, when it happened, I was so turned on that I was instantly addicted and knew, as I know now, that there is no going back.

College Pricks at Play

The first time, which is the time that remains in my mind as the ultimate in humiliating and exciting moments, was at a party.

A friend of mine was having this get-together while we were home from college for summer break. It was hot and everyone was in the least amount of clothing possible and hanging out down by the pool. All of us were college students and my friends and I were seniors. All the eighteen and nineteen-year old girls there were just starting college. A few wouldn’t be starting school until the fall. This made us the big men on the scene and that was, of course, the point.

Walking around with beers and chatting the girls up, I felt cooler than I had in maybe forever. I was ultra cool and in control and sure that one of the hot babes would be happy to go upstairs with me later. No cocktease and denial for me that night. My friend was feeling the same and we made the most of our time, moving from girl to girl. We had fun picking and choosing who would get our attention. Basically we were total assholes, me especially. I’m telling you this because I want you to know that I deserved exactly what I got that night.

The Unfolding of My Most Humiliating Night

I was flirting with one particular chick all night long. She wasn’t the hottest, but she had a banging body and she seemed willing and was maybe even easy. We were just about to head into the house, when she arrived. A little older, we ended up graduating together. She had always been the one I  wanted when we were in school.

Let’s call her Cherry. Continuing this fun soon-to-be-more-fun party, I looked at Cherry again. She was a hot red head with curves to die for. I couldn’t wait to see her naked. Her personality should have been my warning to stay away. There was certainly a risk as to what she might do. I didn’t realize I was going to be standing with a clothed woman while I was the naked man.

Instead of leaving her alone, I took another drink and dropped the girl I’d spent the night romancing. Heading over to Cherry, I was determined to make her an offer she couldn’t refuse. Yeah I know, I’m being overly dramatic. Whatever. Basically, I was just hoping to get her naked. Little did I know, the girl I had just dumped was Cherry’s younger sister. Of course, Cherry  watched the whole thing go down.

Hidden With A Bratty Babe.
Or So I Thought.

So, I headed over and to my thrill and surprise, she smiled. I even got a kiss from her! She agreed  that we had waited too long to get together. I could not imagine what she had in mind to do to me. Walking into my friend’s parent’s bedroom, the blinds were open with the backyard pool right outside. Everyone saw us go in! This was part of the reason I chose that room.

Cherry had other ideas and she didn’t wait long to find a way to humiliate me.

After making out a little, I convinced her to take her top off so I could play with her nipples. Then she reached down and rubbed the crotch of my swim trunks. Boy did that feel good. Cherry didn’t notice that our closed bedroom door had opened and we now had an audience. Or so I thought. As she rubbed my cock through my pants, then stepped back, I saw the look on her face. Suddenly I was wishing we were alone. 

She made a face between pout and disappointment, asking, “Don’t you like me?”

I told her, “Of course I do! I am rock hard for you.”

She laughed. Loudly.

Laughter Equals Humiliation

Laughter is always a clue to the coming humiliation. I know this now. When she said, “Drop your pants,” I thought she was joking. She was not.

She laughed harder and ordered me. “I said, drop your pants.”

I did what she said to do, lowering my pants and sporting a rock hard, but tiny dick; I was still aware of the crowd at the door and the window. “Let me see what that is,” she commanded. She smirked, then squinted, leaning forward, obviously needing a closer look.

Still leaning forward, she loudly said, “That’s it?!” I wondered if she thought I was hiding a real cock somewhere. Spinning around, she looked at our audience and shrugged, leaving her top on the bed and walking over to another guy. Looking back, she all-but-shouted, “I need a man with a big cock!” Exactly what a bratty babe would say.

Everyone laughed hard. Then, without warning, I came. Just as hard as they were laughing. In that instant, small penis humiliation became a way of life.

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