Pathetic. Ridiculous. So tiny it’s almost a joke. No wonder he’s ashamed, desperately trying to cover up that useless little thing. But there’s no hiding from us. Miss Amy and I laugh, mock, and humiliate as we compare his embarrassing excuse for a cock to our thick, girthy strap-ons. He strokes them, showing him exactly what a real man would have, making sure he understands just how small, weak, and insignificant he truly is. There’s no escaping the truth.. he’ll never measure up, never satisfy anyone, and will always be nothing more than a tiny, pathetic loser beneath us.
