Frankie tossed her long, curly hair over her shoulder as she looked down at Chad, kneeling in front of her. This was their game—he wanted to feel small, and she was only too happy to remind him of his place.

“You didn’t think I was joking when I said I need at least eight inches, did you?” she sneered playfully, her tone dripping with disdain and amusement.

Chad shifted, his face burning. “I… I can still please you, Frankie. Just give me the chance.”

She rolled her eyes and stepped back. “That little thing? Hardly. Admit it—you’re not built to satisfy me.”

His face twisted between shame and arousal—exactly what Frankie intended. She smirked, then pulled out her phone. “London, hey. Bring that big cock of yours. I’ve got a project for us.”

When London arrived, towering and confident, Chad’s jaw dropped. The contrast was impossible to ignore—London’s bulge straining against his pants while Chad sat trembling in comparison.

“Go on, take a look,” Frankie taunted, the glint in her eyes wicked. Chad reached forward, hands shaking, marveling at the size difference. The humiliation was sharp, but under it was exactly what he craved.

London chuckled low. “Don’t worry, man. It’s just a lesson. Nothing you didn’t agree to.”

Frankie leaned in. “That’s right, Chad. Tonight you get to watch, compare, and learn what a real man looks like in action.”

The rest of the night blurred into a haze of laughter, teasing, and ruthless comparison. Frankie reveled in Chad’s whimpers and sighs as London demonstrated, every moment driving home the size difference. Humiliation, yes—but delivered exactly how Chad had asked for it.

By the end, Frankie kissed his forehead with mock sweetness. “Lesson learned?”

Chad, breathless and dazed, whispered, “Lesson learned.”