Alex had always harbored a secret thrill for exposure. At 20 years old, he was slim and toned from casual gym sessions, with a boyish face that made him look younger. He loved the rush of going commando under loose shorts, feeling the air brush his skin during walks across campus. Once, in the dorm showers, he'd intentionally let his towel slip, exposing his 4.5-inch cock to a couple of roommates. His heart pounded as they glanced over, a mix of nerves twisting with arousal that left him hard and leaking pre-cum by the time he wrapped up again. He jerked off that night replaying the moment, but the fear of getting caught for real kept him from pushing further.
One evening, bored in his room, Alex dove into an online multiplayer game. He bet big on a match, wagering a dare if he lost. The stakes? Posting a face pic on a temporary exposure site that deleted content after 24 hours. He laughed it off—anonymous fun. But he lost badly. Staring at the screen, his pulse quickened. 'No big deal,' he thought, but his cock twitched in his boxers.
In the game's chat, a user named 'SmoothTalker' messaged him privately. 'Hey, loser. Time to pay up. Don't be a wimp—post that pic and own the thrill. Imagine the eyes on you, just for a day. It'll make you hard as fuck.' Alex hesitated, fingers hovering. SmoothTalker kept going: 'Come on, kid. You've got that cute face. Show it off. It's temporary, no one you know will see. Bet you've flashed before— this is just digital. Do it, and you'll feel alive.' The words hit his kink dead on. Alex's face flushed as he snapped a selfie, shirtless to amp the exposure, and uploaded it to the site. His 4.5-inch cock stiffened fully as the post went live, the vulnerability making him stroke himself to a quick orgasm.
The next morning, an anonymous email pinged his inbox. 'Nice pic, Alex. Love that shy smile. Saw it before it vanished—lucky me. Keep your mouth shut, or this goes to your college email list.' Attached was a screenshot of his face. Panic surged through him. How? The site was temp. He deleted the email, heart racing, but the thrill lingered, his cock half-hard from the risk.
In class that afternoon, his college mate, Jake, slid into the seat beside him with a smirk. Jake was 21, broad-shouldered and confident, the type who commanded attention. 'Hey, Alex. Check your phone.' Alex pulled it out, and Jake leaned in, whispering, 'That pic? Yeah, I got it too. Anonymous tip or whatever, but it's gold. Unless you want the whole campus seeing your pretty face on some perv site, you'll do what I say.' Alex's stomach dropped. Jake had him. 'First task: Go commando to the quad fountain. Drop your shorts for 30 seconds at noon. Film it for me.'
Alex's mind reeled, but the exposure kink flared. He nodded, whispering, 'Okay, just... don't share it.' Noon came fast. In the bustling quad, students milled about. Alex wore loose gym shorts, no underwear, his cock already stirring from the dare. He positioned himself by the fountain, phone hidden to record. Heart hammering, he glanced around—people nearby chatting, oblivious. With a deep breath, he hooked his thumbs in the waistband and yanked down. His shorts pooled at his ankles, exposing his soft 4.5-inch cock and balls to the open air. A breeze hit his skin, making his nipples harden. Two girls walked by, giggling at something else, but one glanced—did she see? Alex's cock twitched, swelling slightly as humiliation burned his cheeks. He counted silently, the risk of someone noticing making pre-cum bead at his tip. At 30 seconds, he pulled up, legs shaky, and sent the video to Jake.
Jake replied instantly: 'Good boy. Next: Locker room after gym class. Strip naked in the showers, but leave your locker open while you dry off. Let anyone who comes in see you.' Alex's gym class was hell that day, sweat mixing with nervous arousal. In the showers, steam filled the air as guys rinsed off. Alex soaped up, his 4.5-inch cock half-erect from anticipation. He stepped out, towel in hand but not using it yet. His locker hung open, clothes inside visible. A teammate entered, towel around his waist, and froze seeing Alex bare—cock dangling, water dripping down his thighs. 'Dude, close that shit,' the guy muttered, but he stared a second too long. Alex's face burned, his dick hardening to full 4.5 inches under the gaze. He dried slowly, humiliation flooding him with heat, until the guy left. He jerked off in a stall after, cumming hard to the exposure.
Jake upped the ante over days: 'Piss in the campus bathroom stall with the door cracked. Make sure someone peeks.' Alex did it, urine streaming from his cock as a freshman pushed the door wider, eyes widening at the sight before bolting. Each task left Alex hornier, more submissive, his kink fully awakened. He thought his size was fine—average, nothing to hide—but the risks made him ache.
A week in, Jake cornered him in an empty study room. 'You've been a good little exhibitionist slut. Time to meet your master properly.' He locked the door, unzipped his jeans, and pulled out his cock—7.5 inches, thick and veined, already semi-hard. Alex stared, mouth dry. It dwarfed his own. 'See this? Yours is a joke, 4.5 inches? Pathetic. Mine's what a real man has. Get on your knees and submit.' Alex's resistance crumbled, the size difference hitting his submission kink. He dropped, eyes locked on Jake's growing erection. 'Suck it,' Jake ordered. Alex leaned in, lips parting to take the head. He licked the slit, tasting pre-cum, then slid down the shaft, gagging as it hit his throat. Jake gripped his hair, thrusting gently. 'That's it, cumrag. Worship it.' Alex bobbed, slurping loudly, his own cock straining in his pants at the humiliation of being outclassed.
Jake face-fucked him until he came, hot spurts filling Alex's mouth. 'Swallow.' Alex did, the salty load sliding down his throat. 'You're mine now. Next party at my frat— you'll service me and my friends.'
The party thumped with bass, bodies packed in the frat house. Alex arrived nervous, dressed in tight shorts per Jake's order—no underwear. Jake pulled him aside early. 'Strip to your underwear in the corner. Then crawl to the bedroom when I say.' Alex obeyed, peeling off his shirt and shorts, standing in just briefs that tented from his arousal. Eyes flicked his way—whispers, laughs. His face burned, cock leaking into the fabric.
Jake snapped his fingers. 'Crawl.' On hands and knees, Alex navigated the crowd, ass up, briefs riding low. Guys hooted, one slapping his cheek. In the bedroom, five of Jake's friends waited, cocks out—various sizes, but all bigger than Alex's. Jake shoved him down. 'You're our cumrag tonight. Suck them all.' Alex started with Jake, deepthroating his 7.5 inches while hands groped him. A friend yanked down his briefs, exposing his 4.5-inch cock, hard and dripping. 'Look at that tiny thing,' someone laughed. Humiliation surged, making Alex moan around the dick in his mouth.
They took turns: One guy fucked his face, balls slapping his chin, while another fingered his ass. Alex gagged and slurped, spit trailing down his chin. 'Bend over,' Jake commanded. Alex did, ass presented. Jake lubed up and pushed in, his thick cock stretching Alex's hole. Alex cried out, pain mixing with pleasure as Jake pounded deep. 'Take it, slut.' The friends jerked off around him, cum splattering his back, face, hair. One pulled out of his mouth to shoot ropes across his lips. Alex licked it up, submissive haze taking over.
They rotated—cocks in his mouth, ass, hands. His own untouched cock throbbed, untouched until Jake stroked it mockingly. 'Cum from this, tiny dick.' Alex did, spurting weakly onto the floor as Jake railed him harder. Finally, they all unloaded: Jake deep in his ass, filling him with hot cum that leaked out; others painting his body. Alex collapsed, covered in semen, a used cumrag—humiliated, exposed, and utterly satisfied in his submission.
One evening, bored in his room, Alex dove into an online multiplayer game. He bet big on a match, wagering a dare if he lost. The stakes? Posting a face pic on a temporary exposure site that deleted content after 24 hours. He laughed it off—anonymous fun. But he lost badly. Staring at the screen, his pulse quickened. 'No big deal,' he thought, but his cock twitched in his boxers.
In the game's chat, a user named 'SmoothTalker' messaged him privately. 'Hey, loser. Time to pay up. Don't be a wimp—post that pic and own the thrill. Imagine the eyes on you, just for a day. It'll make you hard as fuck.' Alex hesitated, fingers hovering. SmoothTalker kept going: 'Come on, kid. You've got that cute face. Show it off. It's temporary, no one you know will see. Bet you've flashed before— this is just digital. Do it, and you'll feel alive.' The words hit his kink dead on. Alex's face flushed as he snapped a selfie, shirtless to amp the exposure, and uploaded it to the site. His 4.5-inch cock stiffened fully as the post went live, the vulnerability making him stroke himself to a quick orgasm.
The next morning, an anonymous email pinged his inbox. 'Nice pic, Alex. Love that shy smile. Saw it before it vanished—lucky me. Keep your mouth shut, or this goes to your college email list.' Attached was a screenshot of his face. Panic surged through him. How? The site was temp. He deleted the email, heart racing, but the thrill lingered, his cock half-hard from the risk.
In class that afternoon, his college mate, Jake, slid into the seat beside him with a smirk. Jake was 21, broad-shouldered and confident, the type who commanded attention. 'Hey, Alex. Check your phone.' Alex pulled it out, and Jake leaned in, whispering, 'That pic? Yeah, I got it too. Anonymous tip or whatever, but it's gold. Unless you want the whole campus seeing your pretty face on some perv site, you'll do what I say.' Alex's stomach dropped. Jake had him. 'First task: Go commando to the quad fountain. Drop your shorts for 30 seconds at noon. Film it for me.'
Alex's mind reeled, but the exposure kink flared. He nodded, whispering, 'Okay, just... don't share it.' Noon came fast. In the bustling quad, students milled about. Alex wore loose gym shorts, no underwear, his cock already stirring from the dare. He positioned himself by the fountain, phone hidden to record. Heart hammering, he glanced around—people nearby chatting, oblivious. With a deep breath, he hooked his thumbs in the waistband and yanked down. His shorts pooled at his ankles, exposing his soft 4.5-inch cock and balls to the open air. A breeze hit his skin, making his nipples harden. Two girls walked by, giggling at something else, but one glanced—did she see? Alex's cock twitched, swelling slightly as humiliation burned his cheeks. He counted silently, the risk of someone noticing making pre-cum bead at his tip. At 30 seconds, he pulled up, legs shaky, and sent the video to Jake.
Jake replied instantly: 'Good boy. Next: Locker room after gym class. Strip naked in the showers, but leave your locker open while you dry off. Let anyone who comes in see you.' Alex's gym class was hell that day, sweat mixing with nervous arousal. In the showers, steam filled the air as guys rinsed off. Alex soaped up, his 4.5-inch cock half-erect from anticipation. He stepped out, towel in hand but not using it yet. His locker hung open, clothes inside visible. A teammate entered, towel around his waist, and froze seeing Alex bare—cock dangling, water dripping down his thighs. 'Dude, close that shit,' the guy muttered, but he stared a second too long. Alex's face burned, his dick hardening to full 4.5 inches under the gaze. He dried slowly, humiliation flooding him with heat, until the guy left. He jerked off in a stall after, cumming hard to the exposure.
Jake upped the ante over days: 'Piss in the campus bathroom stall with the door cracked. Make sure someone peeks.' Alex did it, urine streaming from his cock as a freshman pushed the door wider, eyes widening at the sight before bolting. Each task left Alex hornier, more submissive, his kink fully awakened. He thought his size was fine—average, nothing to hide—but the risks made him ache.
A week in, Jake cornered him in an empty study room. 'You've been a good little exhibitionist slut. Time to meet your master properly.' He locked the door, unzipped his jeans, and pulled out his cock—7.5 inches, thick and veined, already semi-hard. Alex stared, mouth dry. It dwarfed his own. 'See this? Yours is a joke, 4.5 inches? Pathetic. Mine's what a real man has. Get on your knees and submit.' Alex's resistance crumbled, the size difference hitting his submission kink. He dropped, eyes locked on Jake's growing erection. 'Suck it,' Jake ordered. Alex leaned in, lips parting to take the head. He licked the slit, tasting pre-cum, then slid down the shaft, gagging as it hit his throat. Jake gripped his hair, thrusting gently. 'That's it, cumrag. Worship it.' Alex bobbed, slurping loudly, his own cock straining in his pants at the humiliation of being outclassed.
Jake face-fucked him until he came, hot spurts filling Alex's mouth. 'Swallow.' Alex did, the salty load sliding down his throat. 'You're mine now. Next party at my frat— you'll service me and my friends.'
The party thumped with bass, bodies packed in the frat house. Alex arrived nervous, dressed in tight shorts per Jake's order—no underwear. Jake pulled him aside early. 'Strip to your underwear in the corner. Then crawl to the bedroom when I say.' Alex obeyed, peeling off his shirt and shorts, standing in just briefs that tented from his arousal. Eyes flicked his way—whispers, laughs. His face burned, cock leaking into the fabric.
Jake snapped his fingers. 'Crawl.' On hands and knees, Alex navigated the crowd, ass up, briefs riding low. Guys hooted, one slapping his cheek. In the bedroom, five of Jake's friends waited, cocks out—various sizes, but all bigger than Alex's. Jake shoved him down. 'You're our cumrag tonight. Suck them all.' Alex started with Jake, deepthroating his 7.5 inches while hands groped him. A friend yanked down his briefs, exposing his 4.5-inch cock, hard and dripping. 'Look at that tiny thing,' someone laughed. Humiliation surged, making Alex moan around the dick in his mouth.
They took turns: One guy fucked his face, balls slapping his chin, while another fingered his ass. Alex gagged and slurped, spit trailing down his chin. 'Bend over,' Jake commanded. Alex did, ass presented. Jake lubed up and pushed in, his thick cock stretching Alex's hole. Alex cried out, pain mixing with pleasure as Jake pounded deep. 'Take it, slut.' The friends jerked off around him, cum splattering his back, face, hair. One pulled out of his mouth to shoot ropes across his lips. Alex licked it up, submissive haze taking over.
They rotated—cocks in his mouth, ass, hands. His own untouched cock throbbed, untouched until Jake stroked it mockingly. 'Cum from this, tiny dick.' Alex did, spurting weakly onto the floor as Jake railed him harder. Finally, they all unloaded: Jake deep in his ass, filling him with hot cum that leaked out; others painting his body. Alex collapsed, covered in semen, a used cumrag—humiliated, exposed, and utterly satisfied in his submission.