Mark's Revenge

[Magic9Ball]

Hey all, I lurk a lot, and I love the stories you all produce, but things have been kind of dry and instead of bitching about it I decided to contribute, I hope my story lives up to the high bar you've all set. FYI, the first part is definitely an ENM story, but it plays into the larger scheme of a mainly ENF story, so I'm posting it here instead. But my love of SPH and CFNM is too great for me not to include it in an aspect of this ENF story, I hope you all understand, anyways, feedback is appreciated, let me know what you guys think.


Part 1

Mark was a nerd.

The boy was tall, surely, but he wasn't much else. Almost all skin and bone, wiry and tightly framed, with a long nose and dark brown eyes. His mouth was pulled back in a permanent arc. He had a bowl cut that did nothing to help his popularity with other girls his age (18 years old, a senior in high school), and most importantly, he was soft. Mark never stood up for himself or anyone else, he preferred to be a ghost roaming the halls of his school, invisible to everyone. He would just about die of shock anytime someone saw him let alone spoke to him. Presentations in class? Forget about it, a nightmare to be sure. The only positive thing he'd ever had in his life was Claire, the beautiful blonde who lived next door. Mark had been in love with her since they were toddlers, and he first spoke to her in second grade, the first day. He handed her a flower he'd picked from his yard, and told her she was the most beautiful girl in the world.

Now that might sound like a beautiful gesture to us now, but at that age? In front of her friends? Claire was mortified. The girls started teasing her incessantly about the boy who loved her, and it became a nightmare for Claire. But in terms of nightmares, nothing came quite close to Claire herself.

In second grade, a week later, while standing in line in the cafeteria, Claire had pulled the boys pants down, and unfortunately for Mark, his underwear. The food court had erupted in laughter pointing and laughing at his smooth butt and poor endowment. In a milisecond the boys pants were up and he was red faced staring hard at Claire, who was doubled over holding her freckled face in her hands, laughing her ass off. Now, most everyone remembered that, he had just gotten a comment about it a few weeks ago, for his "Hairless bum", thought to be fair what boy had hair on his ass in primary school? Mark had blushed and walked away as the guy and his buddies chuckled. But every now and then Mark would see her, Claire, and remember the days when he loved her. And now those feelings were mired with humiliation that was too much to bear.

She was beautiful now, long and bright blonde hair, bright green eyes that would light up a room. A wide, soft smile, with perfect teeth, a button nose, and freckles dotting her cheeks. She had pert C-cup breasts that every boy in school admired, perky and bouncy and always pointing up. Some days she would wear a bright pink shirt tight enough to see the outline of her bra, and she loved seeing the tents in the shorts of boys around her, it always made her chuckle. Her ass was out of this world, a perfect petite handful that curved out just enough to not be too much on her small 5'1 frame. The girl was gorgeous to say the least.

She strutted by and Mark gazed at her ass in tight, form fitting yoga pants. If you stared hard enough, you could just make out...

"Mark!"

He whirled around to the boy who had mocked him recently, "What?"

"Checking out CLAIRE'S ass huh?" The boy shouted.

Mark turned with terror to see Claire stop and turn, along with her four (gorgeous) friends, they all stared and chuckled, except Claire of course. She always pitied Mark after what she did to him, as she ascended the social hierarchy of school and he stayed at the bottom of the food chain. But she wouldn't dare feel so bad as to allow the sniveling dweeb to perv over her in front of everyone.

"No, I wasn't, I swear." He muttered.

"Don't be upset man, her ass in those pants? We all wanna see through them too but it won't happen just by staring!" The guy chuckled.

Claire and her cronies were simultaneously disgusted by the guy and Mark, but a teacher broke the crowd up in the halls and sent everyone on their way. Mark was beside himself with embarrassment, and knew for a fact that the day couldn't get any worse, no matter what.

Standing in line in the cafeteria. There was a huge amount of ruckus going on. The cheerleaders were all in the center next to the tables chatting as they discussed their routine for the pep rally at the end of the day. Mark was currently admiring their smooth legs under the short black skirts they wore. Usually, a teacher is assigned to watch over the cafeteria as a glorified guard, and usually there are three. Today there were two. One left to go to the bathroom, and the other was a balding middle aged man in the throes of a divorce. When one of the four gorgeous friends of Claire's ushered him out of the cafeteria, he obliged. Now, the cafeteria had only lunch ladies, half the school, and cheerleaders. The commotion in the food court was loud, but not so loud that the cafeteria didn't hear Claire shout, "Hey everyone, check it out!"

Now this time, she had intended to pull his underwear down, and down it went. The pants and underwear bunched up at his ankles while one of her friends quickly hoisted his shirt up and down as a makeshift handcuff to lock his hands behind his back. A hush fell over the crowd, and the cheerleaders turned to survey the naked boy whose face was bright red. Everyone, in a second, saw Mark's penis. Before, it had been prepubescent, now it was fully grown... and it hadn't grown a centimeter. The hall burst into uproarious laughter. Almost everyone was in hysterics, pointing and laughing at the boy's tiny equipment. The cheerleaders were the closest and laughing the loudest, their feminine giggles echoing in his ears as they wiggled their pinkies at him and held their fingers apart to signify that his dick was indeed that small.

"Oh my god!" Claire screamed above the laughter, "You haven't grown an inch! Mark's dick is the same acorn it was in second grade!"

Everyone heard, and everyone laughed. Most just enjoyed his humiliation in the moment, but some, especially the crueler girls in the cheerleading squad, pulled out their phones to immortalize this tiny dick forever. Camera flashes abounded as he struggled against his bonds, his teeny weeny bobbing slightly atop his little balls. Claire was in tears, pointing directly at his dick, mere inches away, while laughing her ass off. She held her pinky up next to it, (and it was indeed longer and wider), for photographic evidence, of which there would be plenty.

"Mark's got a tiny dick!" One of the cheerleaders shouted, "My baby brother's is bigger! And he's 8!"

"It's like a tiny pencil!"

"Check out the baby penis!"

The lack of pubic hair certainly didn't help. Just as the monitor was turning to see what the commotion was about, the girl lifted her shirt to show her D cup breasts spilling out of her hot pink bra, the monitor was staying put. As Claire began taking selfies with the tiny penis, three of the cheerleaders gave their phones to their friends to record a video.

Pom pom's in hand, they began:

"Give me a T!"

"Give me an I!"

"Give me an N!"

"Give me a Y!"

"What's that spell?!" The whole cafeteria answered. Girls were now laughing hardest, most boys had stopped caring at this point. Almost a hundred of girls he'd grown up with were laughing at Mark's tiny excuse for a cock, and worst of all, Claire was laughing the loudest.

"It's so pathetic," she snickered, "Everyone is gonna know about this now baby dick, EVERYONE! All of the attention will be off of me!"

Mark collapsed, tears in his eyes, as he succumbed to the humiliation and let everyone laugh at his genitals. Before long, everyone was told to calm down and Mark was escorted to the office along with Claire and the girl who flashed a teacher. Everyone got a stern talking to, Claire most of all. The worst part was that in the midst of everything Mark had lost everything but his shirt, so he had been forced to find something to cover himself in front of the very attractive principle. Who did a very poor job masking her amusement at the size of his penis. Even going so far as to call it a "little incident", he burst into further tears at that comment.

When all was said and done, he was sent home, mostly out of mercy. And when he got there, his phone had 68 notifications. Some were from social media, others from numbers he didn't even recognize, all contained the same images. A picture of the cheerleaders with their pinkies out, a picture of Claire with her perfect pinky next to his dick, and a video of the cheerleaders doing their little routine while everyone laughed at the boy.

He crawled into bed, grabbed a few tissues, and furiously beat his dick to the video. He used what tissues remained to wipe the tears away. When he woke up the next day though, Mark was arisen anew. Like a phoenix or something, the boy's will had not been broken, instead it was reborn stronger. And one thing was for sure, everyone, not in the school, not in the neighborhood, EVERYONE, was going to see every single inch of Claire.

[Annaneale]

Hope we dont have to wait for revenge for to long

[Rawr112]

This is ENM. Post elsewhere

[jimmythehand]

This is ENM. Post elsewhere

While this Part 1 has been ENM focussed, as long as the story as a whole is ENF (which Magic9ball says in his introduction it will be) then there shouldn't be a problem with it being here. It won't be the first story not to feature any female exposure in the first chapter or more - no need to rush these things.

[ENFfanatic]

This is ENM. Post elsewhere

While this Part 1 has been ENM focussed, as long as the story as a whole is ENF (which Magic9ball says in his introduction it will be) then there shouldn't be a problem with it being here. It won't be the first story not to feature any female exposure in the first chapter or more - no need to rush these things.

I actually really like these kind of stories. Means it's a more catharthic, and also more natural if the payback is a bit heavy handed.

[Executionus]

This ain't exactly a 1950s drinking fountain, so the segregation isn't nearly as absolute. The two sections (ENF and ENM) are guidelines for content more than anything else. The idea is to post stories where the main focus will be, but there's no rule against having the other one in there too. I've posted a whole bunch of stories featuring both ENF and ENM (sometimes simultaneously).

The story is great so far. The opening was pretty intense and heavy-handed, so with any luck the revenge will be too.

[Annaneale]

Still waiting

[Magic9Ball]

PART TWO

Mark had missed four days of school following the incident. He needed time to mourn his social status (low as it were) and to prepare himself for the very difficult slice of life before him. Also, there was a board in his basement, with pictures of girls from school tacked onto it. Not to mention various plans and theories connected with red yarn that he had accumulated in his exile. The plan was simple, get back at the cheerleaders, the two goons who had helped in his humiliation, and their leader, Claire. Mark was slow to catch on, but he wouldn't need to be pantsed a third time to know enough was enough.

Step one, get back at the cheerleaders. While sure, they hadn't directly caused this problem for him, they had done their part in amping everyone up and spreading awareness of his shortcomings. They even broke out into an improv cheer session over his small member, that could not stand. Mark had never stood up to anyone a day in his life, but that all ended today. The day of the prep rally. After the incident, the football game was put on hold due to a weather issue and moved to the following Friday, wherein the pep rally would now be held. So, a week after his humiliation, Mark devised a devious and diabolical disaster (alliteration).

Next to a picture of the cheerleading squad was a picture of the plumbing in the locker rooms and the gymnasium. The red yarn traced from this to their picture to a wrench and back to other blueprints and so on. The timing would need to be perfect, and he would have to tamper with more than the plumbing, but it could definitely work. Mark would need to attend school though, but this time, he would not be laughed at.

As everyone laughed at Mark while he exited the bus for school, he felt the tools in his book bag and clutched them nervously. As he strode through the halls he saw girls wave their pinkies at him and guys snort in superiority. Although, it was unlikely that Mark had the literal smallest penis in the entire school, so surely they couldn't all boast. Rushing to the gymnasium, he heard laughter in every which way; Which only furthered his motivation to cause Claire's ears to ring with the laughter of her peers. He opened the doors, and was mortified to see a colossal picture of his tiny dick plastered over the scoreboard. Five, yes, five teachers were collaborating in an effort to pull it down while Claire and her four friends (but only two responsible) laughed at their clever welcoming for Mark. How did she know he would return today?

"Hey tiny!" She shouted when she noticed him standing there staring.

"What the hell? This is awful!" He shouted back.

"I know!" Alexis said, a beautiful brunette with a small chest and a bubble butt to kill for, she was Claire's best friend and top tier lackey, "It doesn't even reach past the balls! It just sits on top of those two tiny raisins!"

The other crony, Britney, who had blonde hair with streaks of brown, with huge breasts and an even huger(er) ass, was bent over backwards laughing her ass off, "Yeah! Your dick is like... nonexistent!"

She's kind of dumb.

The last two just laughed, but Mark payed them no mind, they weren't in his plans and he wanted nothing to do with the- oh... they're wearing cheerleading outfits... okay never mind they're screwed. The two girls were named Destiny and Christina. Destiny was a gorgeous latina with big boobs and a cute butt. Christina was a light skinned beauty with really no breasts but a very big butt. They looked amazing in the skirts and the pom poms. The outfits were white shirts, with black lettering and black skirts. Accompanied by black knee high socks and black pom poms. It was a very good look. And seeing how similar they were to the outfits he would soon be switching them with, he grew very excited. In fact, seeing them laugh, Mark felt his little cock stir in his pants.

His red face was fuming but he held his resolve and stormed off toward the locker rooms and more importantly toward the boiler room. Claire looked after him as he walked, her smile fading and her eyes growing somber. Perhaps she had gone too far? It was too late though, and she got what she wanted, all of the attention off of her. She didn't know his penis would be so embarrassingly small, it wasn't her fault, if anything it was more on him for not doing a better job of hiding it, right?

Mark entered the boiler room and extracted the tools necessary to complete the job, he rubbed his hands together as he thought of the exquisite humiliation he would bring to those cheerleaders.

***

The last period of the day ended, and everyone was eagerly funneled into the gymnasium for the thunderous pep rally. The band was marching along, and the drums were booming in the open air as everyone sat down and the lights turned groovy. After a little performance from some rather unattractive flag twirlers, the principal walked out to address his school and his excitement for the game. He also had something to say about the bullying that had been going on and that it needed to stop. It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop during this little speech. Except for the occasional giggle from a student here or there. When he finally left, the cheerleaders came out to perform.

Mark, ever the cocky one, leaned back and put his feet up on the bleacher in front of him. Kicking a student in the ribs as he did so, but that guy moved rather irritatedly so Mark won that little exchange. As the girls danced around, their skirts tantalizingly giving a glimpse at the smooth legs they hid, the pipes in the walls began to stir. Mark had a special plan for the two girls who were part of Claire's group, and was happy to see that they were more or less the stars of the performance. Being up front and center for every routine, they were on top during the pyramid thing, it was perfect. And that's when it happened, the sprinklers erupted.

Now, not all of the sprinklers, then everyone would be running and panicking and trampling other students and this would go from erotic revenge to Carrie in no time. No, Mark rigged it specifically so the only sprinklers that let loose were directly over the cheerleading squad. Wouldn't you know it? Their outfits began to dissolve under the water pressure. Eight or nine girls were quickly reduced to their underewear in no time. Boys and girls alike erupted in cheers or laughter as the beautiful young women were exposed in their frilly underwear. Three were wearing basic panties and bra sets that didn't even match. But the rest were wearing thongs, and as they dropped their hands to cover themselves and the water bounced off of their exposed cheeks every dick in the gym went hard. It wasn't long before phones were pulled out to document the panty parade, and the girls scattered off in different directions leaving only two left under the water.

And now, it began. Destiny and Christina stared at each other wide eyed as the gym grew silent in an instant. Their clothes were hanging on by threads, before a large bucket of water fell from the rafters above and drenched both beauties head to toe. Stripping them both of their dignity and their clothes, but they both knew this was far worse. Destiny's wide light pink nipples were erect in the cold water and pointing down while the camera phones capturing every inch of her exposed tits and ass. She also, embarrassingly, hadn't shaved in quite awhile.

"HOLY SHIT!" One guy shouted.

"Check out the rack!"

"Look at that bush! Wanna razor Destiny?!"

She quickly threw her hands over her bush and her tits and crouched down in the water as camera flashes engulfed her whole body. Laughter was booming in the gym at her naked humiliation as well as Christina's. Her flat chest with little brown nipples was exposed for everyone to see, and her lightly trimmed pussy hid nothing from the leering eyes and snapping cameras. But the laughter was worse to her it seemed, while Destiny's unkempt pubes were humiliating, her under endowment was far more noticeable. And her trimmed pussy wasn't helping.

"She looks twelve!"

"Look it's mosquito bites!"

As insults and catcalls and whoops and hollers were thrown around, the water finally stopped. It seemed that Destiny had enough, she stood up, and unshielded her exposed body.

"All of you shut up! Stop laughing! You're fucking losers!" Her cries fell on deaf ears, as the audiences' laughter did die down, and the phones were slowly lowered, they still stared and smiled at her exposed nudity.

"We're losers? We can all see that forest between your legs!" Someone shouted, her bravado immediately left and she slapped both hands over her hairy vagina, smushing her boobs together between her arms as she did so. As people started commenting on how nice her nipples were she realized she should leave. Christina followed suit and both made a run at the same time. Slipping on the wet floor they both fell atop each other in a naked heap. With Destiny's huge breasts hanging over Christina's face everyone began to laugh again.

***

Mark sat on the bus, flicking through the many great shots of the naked duo and underwear clad cheerleaders he had. Smiling and absentmindedly rubbing his crotch, he saw the shock and horror on their faces with their beautiful bodies exposed, and he felt a sense of pleasure that was indescribable. Soon, this feeling would become euphoric, as he exacted revenge on the other two cronies, and finally, Claire herself. His smile widened as people forwarded him videos and pictures of the incident.

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Hey all, I hope you enjoyed the continuation of Mark's adventures. I also hope you all enjoyed the humor I threw in here and there, I think it added something nice to the plot. As for some of the complaints I received on the first part of this story, all I can say is to not take the stories or the website too seriously, we're all here for the same reason. Let's at least be civil to each other. Feedback is always welcome though! Even if it makes no sense!

[AAAHimuks]

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[Annaneale]

Not really sure what to say, I think I was looking for something more. A bit of a let down.