Revenge on a Prom King

Disclaimer: this is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to people, places or events is unintentional.

Dedication: based on ideas suggested by @SphFan.

Harrie: Revenge on a Prom King Chapter III - Joyland

THE SMALL FORWARD

Torrance High School felt different at night.

As Harrie stormed from the locker room back towards the main school, the lights were off and the cold, painted walls seemed to sap any heat from the building. The chill seeped into Harrie's exposed arms and bare legs. Harrie was acutely aware of his legs being exposed; his silky, damp thighs felt bare and his sockless feet were hairless around his ankles. His legs were wispy at best and Harrie was reminded of all the times the basketball team had made fun of him for having boyish legs.

Or girly legs, if they were feeling cruel.

They were often cruel, which was why Harrie felt such a potent sense of anger, righteousness and... joy. He was going to enjoy making Chris pay for all the times he has insulted or mocked him; all the times the stupid fucker ever teased or humiliated him; all the times Chris called him a "homo" or a "faggot" or pushed him to the ground, roughed him up, shoved him into his own locker, knocked his lunch from his hand...

"Don't do this, Harrie," Sam said with breathless concern.

Harrie hadn't even noticed Sam catching him up.

Suddenly Sam came staggering to a halt, with his upper body wobbling as his feet were glued in place. Sam literally couldn't move. Harrie continued to walk for a few more steps and then turned to look at his friend. Sam knew Harrie had used telekinesis to stop him. Harrie had used his powers against his best friend.

"Don't ask me to stop, Sam. Don't get in my way," Harrie warned.

Harrie's rage made him feel powerful. His abilities were on fire from all the terrible rage. On stage, after the deluge of disgusting cum had been dumped on him, Harrie had been to humiliated to be angry. But now? Now he was angry. Chris's cruelty had made Harrie an apt pupil, and he was going to return the favour.

Sam nodded in acknowledgement.

"Ok," was all Sam said.

Harrie turned and Sam felt himself being released. Harrie continued down the dark corridor, his sneakers patting on the green mile that was the length of the corridor. Sam waited until Harrie reached the door to the backstage instead of the main hall. The handle turned itself and pushed open; it closed itself too as Harrie walked up the stairs beyond the door. Sam sighed and accepted his friend's anger; he wondered what all that fury would look like when cast against his enemy.

There was one way to find out.

Sam walked back to the door to the main hall and stepped inside just as Sydney, the class president, led the applause for the prom queen.

"Usually we would announce the prom king and queen together, but as you all know the categories were separated so that individuals had as much chance as couples," Sydney said. "Let's have one more round of applause for our prom queen, Mary Elizabeth."

The applause was genuine for Sissy who was a deserving recipient of an otherwise outdated title.

"And now for our prom king," Sydney said. "And the winner is..."

"Drum roll please," said Billy laughed stupidly.

"Chris Allen!" announced Sydney in a tone of insincere enthusiasm.

From the sidelines, Harrie watched Chris arrive on stage. No-one from basketball team was in the sidelines anymore. They were all in the throng of Senior watching the awards from the main hall, looking up at their leader with pride.

Chris strutted onto the stage like a peacock, which Harrie thought was ironic because Chris's cock was the size of a pea, as he was about to reveal. Chris's popularity was rooted in his sporting prowess and fear. No-one wanted to be on the wrong side of Chris Allen, so they voted for him and hooted and cheered and smiled and laughed and pretended to be happy for him. Even the congratulations of his teammates was tinged with obligation and jealousy; Billy, William, Tommy, Ross, Blake, and Ewan would all have loved the prom king accolade too. They were just as deserving! But it was always Chris who got the attention they wished for.

Chris was about to learn you should be careful what you wish for.

Harrie was the only one backstage now. Earlier, Billy and Chris had been there to decant spunk all over Harrie's head. Someone had set up the spotlights and someone had been there to put the different categories on screen. Now, the events part of the night was over and no-one was needed back stage. Coach Buckly had heard what had happened to Harrie and opted to distract his colleagues for a while longer; it was just that homo Harrie White after all, so there as no need to interrupt the festivities.

Harrie was alone backstage, but the events part of the night was not over!

"Thank you," Chris said as the applause and cheers died down. "Thank you, I know how much I deserve this."

Harrie laughed at that. Chris had no idea how much he deserved what was coming!

"I just want to say..." Chris started, but his speech became a spontaneous "Whoa!"

Chris's reaction was the result of his right foot flying forward so he was standing on one foot. Chris balanced on his left foot and he instinctively extended his arms for balance. Chris's right shoe was wrenched from his foot and it flew into the crowd of his peers.

"Hey!" someone complained.

The right sock followed the shoe, but the sock fluttered like a kite in a dying wind so it barely made it off the stage.

Chris wore an expression of total bewilderment and his classmates didn't look any wiser. How had he made his shoe and sock come off like that... and why? Chris's now bare foot was pushed to the floor where it stuck. Then his left leg kicked out and it's shoe and sock were launched into the crowd too.

"What the fuck?" Chris hissed.

Someone dared to laugh.

Chris looked for the person who had the audacity, but he thought it had come from one of his teammates. He would need to punish all of them at the next practice. Chris's left foot had barely touched the floor before his arms, which had been extended outwards in the style of a crucifixion, were pushed back and down. His suit jacket was tugged from his body and Chris could hear it scuttle along the stage floor and out of sight. Chris started to feel a sense of dread.

"What the fuck is going on?" Chris demanded.

"Magic Mike!" shouted a voice from the crowd and his classmates laughed.

Oh no! Oh no!! Oh no!!!

Chris felt his tie come undone and it fluttered towards the ceiling like a firework streaming into irretrievable invisibility.

"I can't move!" Chris shouted angrily.

Harrie directed his attention into the crowd, feeling gently until he found what he was looking for. A mobile phone bounced out of someone's pocket and landed on the floor. They looked at it with confusion and then with a bright idea. Harrie didn't see who it was but they picked up their phone and aimed it at Chris to record the unfolding scene.

At Harrie's demand, Chris's shirt ripped open.

Any movement that his classmates thought to make to help him was suddenly paused as they took in the sight of his exposed chest. There was a sense of confusion, but no-one would have thought something supernatural was happening. Everyone assumed it was a trick or a show, something the basketball team had set up. Chris being his usual show-off self; flaunting his good looks and demanding attention.

Chris certainly had their attention.

More mobile phones came out of pockets to film the unfolding scene.

However, Chris knew this was something paranormal. He couldn't move. Things were happening beyond his control. Why was no-one listening to him? Didn't they believe him?

Chris's open shirt didn't pull off the same way his suit jacket had. With a vicious tug, the shirt ripped up the centre of the back, splitting it in two.

Harrie had an idea in his head, as he acted with calculated intent. He wanted Chris to be as exposed as it was possible to be so the torn shirt was pulled down each arm. However, instead of each sleeve coming out completely, they stopped at Chris's wrists and then wrapped around them like shackles and pulled his arms out to his sides.

Chris's arms were once again extended and now trapped in crucifixion.

"What's happening? Help!" Chris cried out.

Harrie had begged for help. No-one ever helped him. No-one came to help Chris. However, the idea that it was all a prank Chris or his teammates had planned gave way to a sense of unease. It didn't stop any of the Seniors from recording or helping, but Chris's reaction was genuine horror.

Chris tried to shift his bare feet but they were firmly rooted as if held in place by an unseen force. He pulled at his arms but even with all this strength, Chris could not break the bondage that now exposed his chest, pits and arms.

Chris felt his belt unbuckle.

"No no no," Chris whined.

His belt snapped open and tugged from the loops. It rose into the air in front of Chris's face as if taunting it. Item by item, Chris was being stripped. The belt dropped to the floor, slid towards the edge of the stage, and then fell off.

"Fucking help me!" Chris shouted at Billy hand his teammates.

Billy, William, Tommy, Ross, Blake and Ewan had been standing with idiotic expressions and now rushed to their friend's aid. Chris looked out to see the multiple phones aimed at him. Recording him.

"Get up here," Chris demanded.

The six boys jostled each other as they ascended the steps up to the stage. Leading the charge, Billy came to a sudden stop and took up a defensive position that blocked any of his teammates going any further. Billy couldn't move and after a few seconds, the others stopped trying to pass him on the narrow stairs. On the basketball court, Billy's block would have been a foul.

Chris felt his pants open and unzip.

"If you're horny let's do it, ride it..." someone in the crowd sang.

The rest of the song was drowned out by laughter. Chris's escapade really was like Magic Mike, but then no-one had yet realised that this really wasn't a show. Chris was in trouble.

Chris had a growing sense of dread as his boxers were exposed by the opening of his pants. He expected them to get tugged down to his feet, but they were treated with the same contempt as his shirt. Within a few seconds, a powerful force had ripped them from the fly at the front all the way through the seat and up the crack. The seam of each leg creaked as the stitching resisted until the force ripped them apart. In multiple pieces now, Chris's trousers were thrown into the crowd like party streamers.

"Woo hoo!"

"Let's do it. Let's jump on it!"

"Off!"

"Off!"

"Off!"

"No, please don't do this!" Chris pleaded to he knew not who.

Chris's classmates were now too excited to notice Chris's distress.

"Stop recording! Please stop recording!" Chris begged the dozens of phones aimed at his exposed body. He knew what was coming. In a moment, Chris would be forced to bear all. Chris could feel his boxers getting pulled apart.

"Oh god!" Chris whined.

The waistband of his boxers snapped against his abdomen.

There would have been something satisfying about yanking them down, but Harrie didn't want any inch of Chris's body to be covered (not even his ankles) when the fateful reveal was made. With a final, definitive pull the boxer shorts were destroyed and flew to opposite sides of the stage.

Chris's tiny little prick was exposed to the entire Senior year.

The silence was deafening.

The sad, inch and a half wiener and small sac of balls were unveiled to the stunned congregation of prom goers. It was probably the smallest dick any of them had ever seen. For Chris, the exposure was horrifying and excruciating. Exposure to his classmates was bad enough, but for his micropenis to be captured on camera was even worse.

Poof! Chris's respect and credibility, just like his clothes, was gone.

"Shit!" Chris muttered.

"Ha ha," said one boy.

"I can't believe his penis is even smaller than mine," thought a girl near the front of the stage.

"Ha ha," the laughter spread to others.

"Boing!" laughed one of the many students pointing their phone at Chris little penis.

"Ha ha," another voice erupted in jubilation.

"OMG!" said Ross.

"Ha ha," Blake joined in on the mockery of his friend.

"Tee hee," Ewan giggled in disbelief.

"Ha ha," William laughed at Chris's ultimate and untimely humiliation.

"Micropenis alert," said Billy.

"Ha ha," Tommy joined his teammates in deriding their leader.

"Oops," Chris said as he sprouted a nervous erection.

"Chris got a little baby boner,"

"Ha ha," laughed even the most level headed of observers – Sydney, the class president.

Chris's status as prom king had been reduced to nearly nothing, which was the words his classmates were using to describe his penis. Chris's reputation as hulking basketball captain was demoted to that of a small forward, a very, very small forward.

AND THEN IT GOT WORSE

At the back of the room, Sam watched with mixed emotions. It was one thing to take Chris down a peg, but this was cruel. The boy was crying now and begging for his teammates to help. Yet, Sam had heard pleading like this before.

Sam and Harrie and other boys who had been Chris's victims over the years, had begged or cried and no-one had helped them. Chris' downfall was his own making, but it was difficult for Sam to park his reservations.

Meanwhile, Harrie also felt conflicted. But he also felt very powerful. This was far more humiliating than Harrie could have imagined, but an hour ago Chris had dumped a bucket with weeks' worth of spunk all over his head. In return, Harrie had poured the sum of all the general rage and hate he felt on the person who deserved it the most.

Bare naked on stage, exposed from head to toe, Chris had nowhere to hide and no way of covering up. Lil Chris has sprouted less because of spontaneity or nervousness, but because Harrie had used telekinesis to fondle Chris's balls and rub the miniscule nub until it stiffened.

Chris's pleas to his teammates fell on deaf ears – they literally could not hear him over the laughing and shouting. Some of them were crying with laughter at the sight of Chris's hard-on. Two measly inches was smaller than most of the boys soft. The short stack was also thinner than most penises, making it a pencil dick that was comically understated.

It was a small penis humiliation that Chris would remember for the rest of his long life.

"Smile for the camera," came a malevolent cheer.

Chris could see dozens of camera phones filming his exposure.

Flashes punctuated the moment, dazzling Chris and adding to the sensation of the moment being captured for all time.

"This is too funny," a laughing voice espoused.

Chris couldn't believe he was naked for everyone to see.

"I'm putting this on Twitter," promised another.

Chris would never escape the degradation.

"I'll mention him," suggested a voice amongst the flurry.

Being seen live was bad enough, but his pictures would be online for all to see? He was eighteen so it was perfectly legal. Chris knew that once the pictures were online they'd be there forever. Even if they were taken down, they would have been viewed and downloaded. The proliferation of his embarrassment was inescapable. Chris's tiny little dick throbbed. It felt like he was being jerked off.

"Oh god!" Chris moaned.

Chris could feel another denouncement coming. Cumming very soon.

"I think Chris is gonna bust a nut," Billy sneered.

"You're already getting comments on Twitter, Chris," someone observed.

From the crowd, shouts of all the things people were saying about his tiny boner were spread like curses.

"Pitiful pickle."

"Wittle willy."

"Compact cocklette."

"Teeny thorn."

"Diminutive dickie."

"Small stump."

"Dinky dingle."

"Pathetic poker."

"Paltry peen."

"Little lolly."

"Fun stick."

"Minuscule member."

"Sprout."

"Oh my god, someone already got #Chris_2006_Allen #PitifulPickle trending."

"Nooo!" Chris wailed.

"It's true," Billy confirmed. "Look."

Whatever force had kept Billy from the stage had released him so he was free to climb the steps and to stand beside his nude friend. Billy showed Chris the picture of his totally naked body that was now on Twitter. Head to toe, arms spread out with his pits exposed, his muscular and masculine physique, his strong thighs and attractive legs, his fully visible face (as if the mention of his name didn't make him identifiable enough) and in between his legs...

A teeny!

Tiny!

Pathetic!

Miniscule!

Infant-sized!

Infinitesimal!

Insignificant!

Ridiculous!

Laughable!

Microscopic!

Little willy!

And the feeling in Chris's dick continued to grow.

Chris was panting now and thrusting desperately into the frictionless air as if hoping it would bring an end to this nightmare. Each time Chris thrust, his dick flicked forward and flecks of precum sputtered.

"Dude!" Billy scalded.

Chris's mini-me came close to touching Billy's leg. If it had been bigger than a pinkie, it might have touched him. Actually, that wasn't fair; Billy's pinkie was nearly 7cm (2.8 inches) which was bigger than Chris's dick. This realisation struck Billy and made him laugh. Chris may be his best friend, but this was too hilarious an opportunity to pass up.

"Check this out!" Billy said, but had to raise his voice above the excitement. "Everyone! Everyone, look at this!"

Billy stood beside Chris and put his hand on the small of Chris's back to stop him thrusting. Chris's erection (such as it was) stood straight up, pointing up towards his navel. His penis would have needed to be at least three times bigger to actually touch his bellybutton. As it was, Chris's underdeveloped little pickle wasn't even big enough to clear the bush of pubes that topped it.

Billy put his pinkie finger out and held it next to Chris's penis.

"Someone take a picture of this," Billy said. "My littlest finger is bigger than Chris's wiener."

It was true.

Billy's pinkie cleared the head of Chris's dick by nearly an inch.

At the side of the stage, Harrie was beside himself with delight. Harrie had learned a new word in English class last year: schadenfreude. It meant the pleasure derived from someone else's misfortune. After years of Chris and Billy and all the others taking delight in making Harrie's life miserable, seeing Chris so dejected and ruined was a powerful thing.

"I gotta put that on Insta," Tommy laughed.

"I'll add it to Facebook," Ross announced.

"But his family are on Facebook!" Blake reminded him. "You should tag them."

Chris imagined his mom and dad and little brother seeing that picture and he nearly wet himself. Except it wasn't pee he felt churning... it was... oh god, he was going to cum in front of everyone. Certainly if Harrie had anything to do with it, Chris would blow his load any minute now. Harrie wanted to make sure he had Chris as aroused as possible before he popped. Chris's microdick gave another jolt as Harrie thought about it.

"I'll post it to the regional basketball group chat on WhatsApp," William decided.

"Does anyone use Lies Anti-Social?" asked a voice from the crowd.

Chris groaned. His pictures were going to be all over social media. And also whatever Truth Social was supposed to be.

Harrie had redoubled his efforts and concentrated on Chris's stiffy. Harrie didn't have much experience with cocks except his own, but he knew how to masturbate. The use of telekinesis to erotically excite Chris didn't feel like stroking a dick. He couldn't really feel the warmth or girth (lol, what girth) or pliable hardness. However, Harrie could push and pull and feel! Harrie could feel the friction and clearly so could Chris.

Despite the unbearable humiliation, Chris felt himself climax. His orgasm was loud, very loud.

"Is he cumming?"

"Oh my god, Chris blew his load!"

Ejaculating only added to the mortifying moment but Chris's cum was enormous. He'd been jerking off at least daily to fill the bucket to drop on Harrie, yet Chris's eruption was like he hadn't whacked off in weeks.

With his pitiful penis pointing upwards, Chris's classmates watched as he shot long ropes towards his face, splashing on his chin. The eruption continued with goo hitting Chris in the middle of the chest and then his abdomen. The sticky stuff glued into Chris's chest hair and the delicate hairs around his bellybutton. Gravity dragged it all down, clogging up Chris's pubic hair.

"That's a lot of cum for a tiny pee-pee," someone commented.

Chris deflated, sagging as if his knees were buckling but the hold on his arms were like pulling on an X-cross. Chris couldn't actually escape his total exposure. After cumming, Chris's tiny penis stopped sticking straight up and sagged like a drawbridge dropping. It limped over his tiny balls, bisecting the little peanuts. As Chris's dick disengorged, it shank back to an impossible to imagine one inch.

Harrie was so busy concentrating on the crowd roaring with laughter at the shrinkage that he didn't notice Billy until it was too late.

"Did you do this, Harrie? You think this is funny?" Billy growled.

Billy grabbed Harrie by the front of his t-shirt, balling it into his fist so it rode up and exposed his tummy. Billy seemed to have regained his sense of loyalty, because he was very angry.

"You're fucking dead!" Billy said.

HAND CHECK FOUL

"Ow! Fuck!" Billy whined.

Billy dropped Harrie and bent over, feeling the sickness that comes with being kicked in the balls. Except no-one had touched him. Billy looked over at Chris and wondered... was it possible... had Harrie done all this?

But no! How?

Harrie wasn't the only one who had laughed at Chris. Everyone was laughing. Billy had laughed at his friend. But there was something about Harrie. Something suspicious.

"Was this you, you filthy little freak?" Billy asked.

Harrie's face turned to thunder. He was done being pushed around. From now on, Harrie was pushing back. So, Harrie pushed back! Billy staggered back onto the stage. Then Billy felt like he was being pulled in two different directions... no, not that exactly. Billy felt like he was being pulled in one direction and his clothes were being pulled in another.

"No wait!" Billy cried out.

Billy's hands extended pleadingly towards Harrie, but since when had bullies like him ever shown sympathy for pleading? Billy was pushed towards Chris at the centre of the stage and his clothes were pulled towards Harrie.

The removal of Billy's clothes was more fierce and rapid than the tease Harrie had made Chris do. Within a few seconds, stitching was ripping and wrenching. Billy's jacket, tie, shirt, pants, underwear, shoes and socks were torn apart by Harrie's rage. It was like Billy's clothes were being flayed from his body.

The naked hunk of a boy was as exposed as his friend.

Billy turned to face the crowd and covered his genitals. The recording was still going on so what happened next was inevitable. Harrie didn't need the restraints he'd fitted to Chris (the shirtsleeves repurposed as ties of bondage holding his arms out). Harrie just used telekinesis to pull Billy's hands away and expose the eighteen year old.

Unlike Chris who's hilariously, ridiculously, absurdly small genitals were hardly worth looking at, Billy had a big one! Billy sported big, bouncing, hairy balls and a five inch sausage of girth.

"What the fuck is happening?" Tommy said in disbelief.

It was finally penetrating that all of this was totally abnormal.

So far, no-one else had spotted Harrie on the sidelines of the stage, but Harrie saw Sam had come closer. Harrie could see Sam's eyes glued to Billy's big cock. He didn't blame his friend for his interest – Billy was a jerk but he was fucking hot. Billy had been more conniving (Billy wouldn't even have known what that word meant) in manipulating Harrie into going to the prom but he was far from the mastermind of the basketball team. Billy, like Chris, was nothing but a thug. A big dick didn't change that.

"Someone else is about to get famous on Twitter!" someone shouted.

The anonymity of the crowd had made them bold, challenging and standing up to Chris and Billy. Their reputations would never be the same, the fear they instilled was gone. There was only a few weeks left of school because their prom was early in the season, but the very idea of these boys coming back to school after being exposed for all to see was deliciously wicked.

On display for all to see, Billy popped a boner without Harrie touching (or rather `touching') him. Billy's vanity and the attention caused his cock to come to full attention. Billy's boner grew to an impressive eighteen and a half centimetres (7.4 inches). Unable to stop himself, Billy was flung towards Chris. He had to grab Chris to stop from falling, so the two naked boys fell together. Touching. Billy's big dick leaving a snot trail on Chris's thigh and Chris's cooling jizz smearing on Billy's chest and abdomen.

"Ugh! Gross!" Billy said.

"Get off me," Chris snarled belligerently.

Harrie was delighted with the physical contact between the boys and even though he knew Sam would disapprove of how far he was going, Harrie knew Sam was turned on too.

"Fuck you, tiny dick," Billy shot back.

Fucking was something Harrie would very much like to see. He could make it happen. Harrie could steer Billy and his big cock behind Chris and ram it in. Harrie could make Billy's impressive cock enter Chris's virgin hole (Harrie assumed that Chris didn't let men fuck him). It was just a dream, a daydream, a joyland, that Harrie indulged; an unlubricated penetration of boy-on-boy action. Harrie imagined pushing and pulling Billy's whole body so he was fucking Chris with all his strength. Billy's cock would slam into Chris's ass; Billy's pelvis would clap and slap with every thrust; Billy's pubes would tickle Chris's sacrum; Billy's abs and chest would spoon against Chris's back; and, Billy's lips would brush Chris's neck as if he were tenderly kissing a lover.

Harrie could do that.

Harrie imagined there were plenty of men who would love to see Chris become the bitch to a bigger boy or to a whole hoard of men who would mercilessly fuck his tight hole, two or three at a time. Harrie imagined Chris's impotent, unheeded squeals for them to stop, or for more, more, more, harder, harder, deeper...

But Harrie couldn't do that. He had already gone too far.

Harrie settled for steering the eighteen year olds to stand side by side.

Chris – six foot three with size fourteen feet and a muscular, athletic physique. But, a penis that was shrivelled so small, barely an inch, that it didn't even emerge from his pubic bush.

Billy – just as tall and muscular, just as developing in the pecs and hair chest department. However, his cock was a fat, fuckstick measuring nearly seven and a half inches.

Billy had all but forgotten his confrontation with Harrie and his suspicions about his involvement. Billy was too busy watching his classmates record him and taking pictures of him. Unlike Chris's hard as a nail and totally vertical peen that pointed up, Billy's proud poker stuck out. Billy's cock was too fat and heavy to stand upright. Now, Billy could feel the pleasure of being rubbed, stroked, caressed, fondled, patted, massaged, polished, his head kneaded.

"He's gonna fucking blow!" Ewan warned everyone.

Instead of retreating, Sam went closer. It was like being at Deep Sea World, the front rows might get wet. Sam almost hoped cum would land on him, but he'd settle for recording the final moment.

"Dude, #BillysBigBoner is going wild on Twitter," William announced.

"Not as big as #PitifulPickle though..." Ross corrected. "Sorry Chris, I didn't mean big in that way..."

"Dude! That is too funny," Tommy laughed.

"Oh my fucking god!" Billy said as his cock got dangerously close to shooting.

"Look how big his balls are."

"His cock is huge."

"That thing could hit my spot anytime."

"Yea, I'd gag on that."

"He's fucking beautiful."

"He's fucking, beautiful. Look."

Sam's view of the action was slightly different from others. Because he was closer to the stage, his aim was up and between Billy's legs. Billy had big hairy balls and a modest thatch of hair into his perineum. Billy's balls bounced as Sam up-viewed the decadent scene. If Sam had Harrie's power, he would never have done all this to these bullies, but Sam hadn't been relentlessly targeted like Harrie had.

Sam was glad he hadn't tried to stop Harrie. Not that he could have.

Everyone was looking and recording as Billy tried to fuck midair just like Chris had. Billy tried to move his hand to impede the masturbatory sensations, to slow the movement of the opposing forces that were about to make him cum in front of all his classmates and their phones.

The display came to a climax as Billy climaxed and his cum launched to the edge of the stage. As each throe became less powerful, it left blobs and spatters leading all the way back to the boy like breadcums leading to its source.

"Wow! I am so glad I wasn't the one organising this, because this has been fucking wild!" said Sydney.

For a kid who never swore to recognise the iconic moment that had just happened, was almost as huge as the events themselves. The class president was usually such a level headed and officious (almost tiresome) boy. He must have enjoyed what he saw.

"If we ever catch who did this..." Chris spat.

As if to respond, "you'll what?", both boys were lifted into the air. They both yelped, feeling their stomachs turn like they were on a rollercoaster.

Chris and Billy floated for a moment like bad wirework in a movie or stage show, teetering and tilting. The audience were more freaked out by the levitation than the debauched exposition they'd witnessed.

Harrie finally tugged the sleeves of Chris's shirt free from his wrists and tossed them away so the boy would have literally nothing to cover up with when it was all over. Chris and Billy summersaulted until they were upside down, their bare arses flashing the senior class. Everyone recording was treated (if that was the right word) to the sight of their assholes and the naked cracks of their peachy cheeks.

While Chris remained upside down, Billy was turned the right way up, but both were still floating impossibly in midair. The naked friends moved closer until they were in an ideal 69ing position.

"Oh god!" Chris said with revulsion.

"Fucking fucking fuck!" Billy complained.

They bullies floated into each other, faces mashing into the groin of the other whether they wanted to nor not. Chris could feel his friend's saggy cock dragging across his face, the head still damp with spittles of cum; Billy's big balls tea bagged Chris's face. At one point, Billy was pretty sure his cock actually slipped into Chris's mouth.

Billy meanwhile felt the prickle of a pickle on his face. The scratchiness of Chris's pubes provided more sensation than the tiny dicklette or the pitiful little nuggets that Chris called balls.

Harrie was finished with the pair now. As quicky as they rose and came together, they were flung apart. Each gave a yelp, with Chris's stomach turning as he flipped the right way up. They each headed towards opposite ends of the hall... towards opposite basketball hoops.

Unable to stop what was about to happen, the big boys were dunked into the hoops.

Harrie would have liked to sink them head first, but their shoulders were clearly too broad. As it was, their robust and muscular waistlines and chests made their descent into the baskets tight and uncomfortable. Launching them feet first into the hoops left them in a mortifying predicament.

It was only once both Chris and Billy were dunked up to their armpits that he finally relaxed his powers. Sam was amongst the crowds who moved towards the boys to film them from underneath. Chris's miniscule maggot was a sad sight mixed with a view of his furry perineum and dangling legs.

"Help. Get help!" Chris pleaded.

The view between Billy's legs was equally furry but his cock dangled very satisfactorily and his balls jiggled as he kicked his legs.

"Get me down!" Billy demanded.

As Sam watched the action, he thought it was a very cruel ending. Yet, Sam realised Harrie was right – the whole school had seen Chris and Billy for what they were. Bullies who needed taken down a peg, for one. But more than that, they were a pair of small boys. Small in character and in Chris's case, small in genitals. They pretended to be big boys, in Billy's case he was pretty impressive between his legs, but they weren't giants. The pair of them were just as soft and exposed and vulnerable as everyone else. Not too big to fail, but big enough that when they did fail, the fall was all the sweeter. Pride before a fall.

Sam looked around to find Harrie. Where had his friend, who has caused this wonderful carnage, got to?

"Get away from me," Chris snarled as he was finally helped back down to the ground.

Chris covered himself as he attacked the very people who had just helped him.

"Alight, wee man, calm down," someone joked.

"Fuck you!" Chris spat. "Fuck you, and fuck you, and fuck you!"

Chris took out his rage and embarrassment at each person in turn.

Before Chris could cover up, he was dragged back to the bottom of the stage by his teammates. Billy was dressed again because William had found clothes for him - a PHYS ED kit in considerably better condition that the ragged outfit Harrie had found. Thus, Chris found himself front and centre with Billy, William and Tommy on his right; on his left were Ross, Blake and Ewan.

"We figured this was the perfect time to get the basketball team photo for the yearbook," said Sydney.

"Yearbook! What?!" Chris exploded.

Billy and Ross grabbed Chris's hands to stop him covering up. Exposing their team captain. Chris's eyes went wide, but it was too late and his nakedness was captured once again. The photo was ridiculous: with five of the players dressed for prom, one wearing a sports kit and their captain totally nude. The whole thing made Chris angry again as he quickly covered up. His tiny dick had only been exposed for a few seconds, but it was a few seconds too long.

"Get me some fucking clothes," Chris demanded.

"You didn't even say please," said one girl mildly.

Amy was best known for the debate team and home economics. She had been bullied by Chris and others for years and they had once totally destroyed a sewing project she'd spent weeks on.

"Why don't you fucking make me something to wear instead of being such a useless bitch?" Chris suggested.

Sam could see that Chris had learned nothing.

"I'll give you something if you move your hands one last time," Amy proposed diplomatically.

"What? Why? Why, why would... you've already seen it," Chris replied shyly.

Lol.

Barely.

"Come one. One last time?" Amy said sweetly.

Billy had a crowd around him so only half the seniors were looking at Chris now. But they were all dressed and he was naked.

"You promise to give me something to cover up with?" Chris asked.

"I promise," Amy replied.

Sam watched, breathlessly just like everyone else. Sam knew what the others didn't that Harrie had used telekinesis to expose and humiliate Chris. Everyone knew some weird shit had happened, but not why. However, knowing the truth made the impending moment even sweeter. Sam watched as Chris voluntarily exposed himself! What an amazing night!

Miserably, Chris moved his big hands from his groin and revealed the infinitesimal contents. Chris's peen had shrunk to just an inch with his pubes caked in a seminal reminder of his orgasm. Chris hadn't even noticed his peers were still recording. They had recorded the moment he uncovered his tiny little willy.

"Give me something," Chris implored for sympathy.

Amy reached into the pocket of her dress and withdrew her hand. She extended her arm towards him and opened her hand, with her palm facing up. In the centre of her hand was a thimble she used to sew with.

"Here, that should be more than big enough to cover up with," Amy tittered.

The explosion of laughter wounded Chris to his very soul, or it would have if he had one.

FULL DARK, NO STARS

"Harrie? Harrie!" Sam shouted.

Harrie had left the school at least twenty minutes before Sam, but he had walked slowly and meandered. Night had fallen. The half dark that had been upon them before prom had been replaced with total blackness. Even the stars had been scared away tonight.

Sam had raced to catch up. He wasn't much of a runner, especially not in formal shoes. Sam was breathless by the time he found his friend on his night journey.

"Did I miss anything?" Harrie asked.

Harrie's exposed arms and legs felt cold. The PHYS ED kit he'd found were too big, so his limbs poked out awkwardly. Harrie had always hated the school kits because the shorts were too short and the t-shirt sleeves weren't long enough. Harrie's thighs were fully exposed and the waistline kept slipping. Because he wasn't wearing underwear, his ass got a draft of cold air down the crack. The too-big t-shirt meant someone could look up the sleeves and see his pits, which were also well ventilated by the cold air. Harrie's nipples were hard inside the t-shirt too.

"Are you ok?" Sam asked instead of replying.

"I feel like a monster," Harrie responded – also not really answering the question that had been asked.

Yet... did he? Did he feel like a monster?

That was the worst part. Harrie didn't regret doing what he did.

What scared Harrie was the kind of person that made him.

Harrie wondered if the discovery of his powers had changed him. Had they made him cruel? Harrie thought he was a good person, but now he was split in two. Maybe there was no good Harrie left? What if one half, the better half, was dead and the other half lived?

"You're not a monster, Harrie," Sam assured him.

Harrie wasn't so sure. Maybe he was the blood drenched spirit of vengeance in the final act of a horror movie.

"I think Billy knows it was me," Harrie said to change the subject. "He doesn't know how, but he knows it was me."

"Ok. Well... he'd be an idiot to do anything about it, wouldn't he?" Billy asserted.

Harrie hoped his friend was right.

"Are you ok?" Sam demanded again.

"I don't know, Sam," Harrie confided. "I don't want to go home."

Sam got that.

The trouble was, Harrie was standing outside his home. His uncle's car was there. Sometimes his dad wasn't so bad when uncle Morton was there.

"Why don't I come in with you?" Sam suggested softly.

Sam reached for Harrie's hand, feeling his cold fingers and a swell of sympathy for him.

"I love you, Sam," Harrie said quietly.

Sam looked knocked out by the confession.

"I love you as a friend and I want us to be more than friends," Harrie continued. "I guess now is as good a time as any to be brave and admit how I feel."

Sam didn't know what to say.

"It's ok. Never mind," Harrie rushed and pulled his hand from Sam's grip.

"No, but..." Sam implored. "I love you too."

Harrie smiled nervously. Then, Harrie leaned forward and kissed Sam on the lips. The kiss was soft and tentative, inexperienced and awkward.

"You disgusting child," a voice growled.

Harrie turned in surprise to see his dad. Neither Harrie nor Sam had heard him approaching or they wouldn't have kissed.

"Go to your room. Into the closet with you," his dad ordered.

Harrie was cowed and Sam stepped back, afraid of the man.

"Why are you wearing that?" Garrett demanded of his son.

Harrie looked up to see his uncle Morton who was watching silently and staying out of things.

"Well? You went to the prom, didn't you?" Garrett accused. "After I told you no. Sinful. Wicked."

Garrett had no idea.

"Yes sir," Harrie confirmed.

"So? Why are you wearing that! Where is your suit?" Garrett demanded an answer.

"I had to leave it at school," Harrie said vaguely. "It got ruined."

"Ruined?" his dad repeated contemptuously. "You are going to work until you've paid back every penny of that suit, do you hear me?"

Right! That's it!

"Why?" Harrie challenged.

Uncle Morton's eyes shot into his fringe. Sam couldn't believe Harrie had finally stood up to his dad. Garrett couldn't believe his son was being so disrespectful.

"Why? Why? Because that suit cost good money, young man!" Garrett explained like his son was an idiot.

"Yea, but I bought it myself," Harrie retorted. "With my own money."

"Well... well..." Garrett stumbled.

Uncle Morton chuckled and turned it into a cough when Garrett glared at him.

"You refused to buy me a suit," Harrie reminded him. "So it's really up to me if I replace it or what I do with it."

"You're on thin ice, son!" Garrett thrust a warning finger in Harrie's face.

Harrie wanted more than anything to push the man with his newfound powers. However, his dad already thought he was a freak, a demon, and a lost soul. Besides, Harrie didn't need to push his dad around, he just needed to stop being pushed around by him. A physical fight was meaningless when what Harrie needed was to be free.

"You think you can hold hands with that freak? Kiss boys?" Garrett snarled.

"Ok, that's enough of that," uncle Morton interjected.

Garrett glared at his brother.

Harrie had never really understood how the pair were related. His dad was an uptight, right wing, judgemental, joyless, bible bashing zealot. Uncle Morton was a chilled, laidback liberal who had an electric car. They both went to the same gun club.

"If you ever have kids, Morton..." Garrett said with the tone of a man who knew this would never happen; "You can raise them how you like. But Harrie will have a proper upbringing. Not a sinful, ungodly..."

"Harrie was born out of wedlock, wasn't he?" uncle Morton pointed out.

What!

"You tried to make her have an abortion," uncle Morton continued.

What!

"You ordered her to marry you and she literally ran away from you," uncle Morton added.

Dad never told Harrie that.

"Christine died in that weird incident with the car because..." uncle Morton pressed on.

"Oh, fuck off, Morton," Garrett raged.

The man who had spent Harrie's whole life belittling him and calling him a freak, controlling him and treating him with contempt was just as flawed as any man. Worse, he was a hypocrite.

"Right, fine," uncle Morton replied.

It wasn't that uncle Morton didn't argue back, because he often did, it was just that Garrett was such a pig headed halfwit, it wasn't worth the effort.

"I'm going to McDonald, you wanna come?" uncle Morton asked the boys.

"You're not going anywhere," Garrett said authoritatively.

Chris and Billy had thought they had authority too.

"Yea, I'll come," Harrie replied defiantly.

"If you go with your uncle, you can just stay away," his dad warned.

"I have a spare room," uncle Morton offered casually.

"Sounds like a good deal," Harrie replied to his dad.

Garrett deflated. He had never expected to lose his power in such a spectacularly unceremonious fashion. He stood impotently as Harrie and Sam got into Morton's car and drove away.

"So, what really happened at prom?" uncle Morton asked. "Was it bad?"

"It was no biggie," Harrie replied.

Harrie and Sam descended into hysterics.

VIRAL

Most of the school had heard about what happened at prom. From the juniors to the seniors, the teachers to the dining room staff. Everyone had heard. Mr Collins asked Harrie about it first thing, wondering if he had anything to do with it? After all, Harrie had been the victim of a cruel prank too. However, the cum bucket prank was almost totally forgotten; overshadowed as it was by the downfall of Chris and Billy. Harrie lied to Mr Collins and said he knew nothing. He'd gone home after getting changed, which wasn't actually a lie.

The gross prank against Harrie paled in comparison to what happened to Chris and Billy. Coach Buckly had torn Chris and Billy to shreds for embarrassing him and the team. The sheer audacity of the coach saying he was embarrassed when the boys were the ones who were humiliated. Of course, the Coach was deflecting his own part in it – not being in the hall, and distracting the other chaperones, so Harrie could be humiliated.

Meanwhile, Principal De Palma was worried that the school had been brought into disrepute. He was worried about the scandal. He was worried about being sued. He was worried about being challenged for not chaperoning the prom adequately to stop it from happening.

Most people were surprised to see Chris and Billy in school on Monday. It was only as the day went on that everyone found out their dads wouldn't let them skip it. They had to face it like men. There would be no blaming others, it was their own faults.

Well... Chris and Billy did blame someone!

The videos and the pictures were everywhere.

All over social media.

Some of the trashier news sights had posted pics of Chris with the smallest possible embarrassed emoji over his dick; the same trashy sights had posted Billy's full frontals because big dicks generated big clicks. Tiny wittle dicks generated bigger hits when the goods were hilariously hidden.

Harrie and Sam had wisely skipped PE, but who was going to chase them for that when school was almost over?

"Skipping class?" Sam said wryly. "OMG, I'm dating such a rebel."

Sam had gone to the library and Harrie planned to meet him, but there was something he needed to do first. Something he knew was coming. Harrie had been wandering around the quiet halls of the school, with classes in session, waiting for them to find him. When Harrie saw Chris and Billy he stopped and walked silently into a vacant classroom.

They followed him and closed the door with what the bullies though was an intimidating bang.

"You ruined our lives," Chris said.

"Yea, you think I want everyone to know I have a big cock?" asked Billy.

Chris glared at his friend.

"Do you guys want something?" Harrie asked mildly.

"We want to fuck you up," Chris threatened.

"Nice offer, but I'm seeing someone now," Harrie replied facetiously.

"Listen up..." Billy said darkly.

Harrie had been feeling around with his telekinetic powers. He felt something in Billy's pocket and pulled it out even as the bully threatened him. The lighter in Billy's pocket slowly floated through the air and into Harrie's hand. The eeriness caused Billy, and Chris to stop talking.

"How did you...?" Billy asked with an edge of fear.

Harrie flicked the lighter and the flame came on.

Then the flame flashed forwards in two fireballs and hit the boys in the middle of the chest. They both panicked and patted the flames out. The fire didn't catch. It was like passing one's hand quickly through a flame, no damage given the short duration.

"Sorry, you were saying?" Harrie said.

Harrie didn't want to set them on fire. He didn't want to burn the school down. It didn't mean he wouldn't though. Harrie wanted the pair to know he was too powerful for them.

"I'm done being pushed around by boys like you," Harrie said. "You are tiny..."

Harrie looked challengingly at Chris.

"Insignificant..." Harrie added.

"My team has lost all respect for me," Chris whined.

"Not my problem," Harrie dismissed.

"My social media has been off the hook. You think I want lots of hot girls offering me pussy?" Billy contributed and it was hard to tell if he was boasting or complaining... or both.

"Gross!" Harrie replied.

"The whole school has lost all respect for me. My friends and family have lost respect for me. I'm a laughing stock and I think it's because of you. So, if you think..." Chris snarled threateningly.

Harrie struck the lighter again.

"You are nothing. You are nothing to me," Harrie interrupted. "Do not threaten me again."

Harrie felt good for standing up for himself.

For years, Harrie had endured bullying and ridicule. He'd had notes put in his locker telling him HARRIE WHITE BURNS IN HELL or KILL YOURSELF. Harrie had imagined it. Once or twice. But Harrie was strong now; no longer was he buried underground by petty, insecure bullies.

Now, Harrie imagined his hand raising from the ground and emerging into the light.

THE END

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