*Watch What You Say Online is a Chris Jackson original and is not to be shared or posted without permission. This story is for mature audiences and features characters 18 years old or older. Chris Jackson does not condone the actions in this story, but he does understand that it does contain kinks some people enjoy, including being bullied and being dominated by women. This piece is fantasy and in no way meant to harm or offend. Enjoy safely and responsibly.*
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He should have felt safe here. The place he could be himself. A safe haven, his respite. Other people from school weren’t here to bully him, to call him short and scrawny. Oh, the amount of times his friends made fun of him for his mom being hot. This was a fan convention where everyone was just like him; an outcast and a loser that could come to a Con and be equals. Even the babes here were big nerds, and that was why they were here.
Of course, he wouldn’t let any of the presenters and stars here know who he was online. He went by the username MaliciousTroll across chat rooms and gossip blogs. Online was his place to take out his worldly frustrations on projects or celebrities, to go to war and argue with other people in comment sections because it made him feel better, because he was safe behind his keyboard. This young man knew he was weak, and being an absolute fucker online was his self-medication.
Here, though, at the Con, he was a nameless person that nobody knew, that blended in. He could be a real fan and not have to fit the personality, the character he built for himself online. News articles and some TMZ shows even mentioned some of the vitriolic comments and posts he made. MaliciousTroll was a renowned asshole, and he really thought nobody knew him by his person.
The online menace headed towards the superhero wing, one of his favorites. M.T. specialized in tormenting this particular niche of film. He would soon discover that a few actresses he had viciously attacked had put some real time into figuring out who this outspoken and shallow critic really was.
One of the celebrity tables he was most interested in was one of his biggest celebrity crushes, actress Dafne Shniver. Because he lusted after Dafne, he was extra brutish towards her in his reviews.
He circled the table like a shark, weaving through people trying to get a look at the serious-looking, busty woman. But he couldn’t see her. Then he felt a tap on his bony shoulder. The hunter had become the hunted.
The little man swallowed roughly and turned around. He had no idea who it was, but it didn’t really matter. His social anxiety and awkwardness was so fucking bad it could have been anyone. When he turned around and did see who it was, he was doubly close to pissing his superhero costume.
“Hey. How’s it going?” he heard in a soft, British accent. The internet asshole knew that voice. He saw a fake, plastered-on smile. The British 20 year old was right at eye level with him. It was Dafne herself, with a raging fire behind her dark eyes that told him somehow, she knew who he was.
“Oh, uh, hi, Ms. Shrivner. I’m Daniel, a big fan!” he said. It was the truth, after all. The crossed arms and scowl on Dafne’s angular face told him that she knew what he wasn’t saying. But how?
“We know who you are, Daniel.” It was another voice he knew well. He knew that New England accent since the first time he watched her phony karate movie. Daniel didn’t need to see Olivia Carmichael’s heart-shaped face to know she was also pissed.
“MaliciousTroll,” a third voice snapped. Isabel Santiago, who Daniel had titled “The Cleveland Princess” mockingly before. Daniel found himself cornered by three pint-sized (but also his sized) starlets that he had been particularly savage to in his online attack posts.
“You talk big game for being a fucking runt,” Carmichael snapped, pulling on the stretchy neckline of his suit. “What’s wrong, now that we’re here in front of you, you can’t speak?”
“Yeah, where’s that fiery rhetoric?” Isabel asked, tugging on Daniel’s shaggy, sandy blond hair. “C’mon, Troll, gave us a scathing review. Are we uglier in person? Still think we’re airbrushed and all digital tricks?” the sci-fi star asked. The three girls circled Daniel like hyenas on a wounded zebra.
“Is it your real opinion I should be the one to play comic-accurate Zoilborg the Destroyer From Mars? Or am I woman enough now that you see me in person?” Dafne asked rather bitterly into his ear from behind him. She pulled up on the back waist of his suit, making him go up on his toes.
“Listen, ladies! That was uh, that was just online gusto, you know?” He was sweating nervously. This is not how he wanted to meet his fantasy “fuck, marry, kiss” stable.
“Get the fuck over here,” Dafne growled and took Daniel by his thin wrist. The British bombshell dragged him towards an empty lecture hall. Isabel and Olivia followed closely. The girls shut the doors behind them and locked the room up tight as Dafne roughly shoved the little man-boy.
“You’ve been a fucking menace online for no damned reason and it’s time you feel it, especially since you’re actually just a fucking twerp yourself.” Olivia growled, easily stepping up to him since Daniel was Dafne’s height and only an inch taller than Liv.
“Look at you, you mousy shit. How dare you take shallow shots at our looks. You’re a fucking goblin,” Izzy laughed. She pulled his hair and slapped him. He was too shocked and too caught off guard to answer back. His three biggest celeb crushes were in his face, calling him out and belittling him just as bad as anyone at school ever did.
“You look like a goddamn toddler in your superhero onesie. I bet you’re fucking hung like one, too,” she teased mercilessly. The gorgeous actress palmed his crotch, making the 18 year old wince. “Oh my fucking God!” Dafne cackled. “Is there even anything fucking there?”
“Nuh-uh!” Liv’s jaw dangled in glee at the revelation. “Is he seriously that small? He’s been giving me shit about tiny titties but he’s got a fucking baby carrot?”
“Take his stupid suit off. Let’s see this centimeter punisher!” Isabel laughed. She was still behind him, pulling the zipper down his bony back. “Do you even weigh 120 pounds?” the Latina scoffed as she could see the individual nubs of his spine.
“It’s hard to bulk up when all you have a pallet for is dino nuggets and smiley potatoes, isn’t it, tyke?” Olivia giggled and pinched Daniel’s comparatively thin cheek.
“Stop it! Leave me alone!” Daniel pleaded, trying to push Isabela’s hands away as she got the zipper down to the top of his underwear.
“You’ve got to be shitting me!” Izzy burst out in incredulous laughter. “He’s wearing fuckin’ tighty-whities!”
“No way!” It was Dafne’s turn to go wide eyed as she started peeling the suit down his front. Dafne’s actions exposed his skinny torso, ribs visible and his little budded nipples standing on his flat chest. Olivia took over, pulling it down his waist to show that Isabel wasn’t fibbing.
“You styless loser!” Daniel wasn’t even sure which desirable lady emphatically mocked him now as their jeers and humiliating laughter blended together. They worked together and yanked the stretchy suit completely off of him, leaving him standing there in just socks and underwear.
“Oh my God, girls!” Liv started, a look of shocking realization on her face as she pulled out her phone. “We could absolutely expose this little prick. Post a picture of him just like this on all of his accounts!” She started snapping, keeping Dafne and Isabela’s short frames in the shot just for scale. He wasn’t an inch taller than Dafne. She actually had a hair or two on the diminutive boy.
“No! Don’t! I’m sorry for everything I’ve ever posted. I’ll delete all my accounts and channels. I swear you’ll never hear from OUCH!” He cried out as Olivia cackled, Dafne and Isabel working together to pull up on his underwear, giving him a wedgie.
“You’re such a little bitch!” Olivia sneered. Phone in hand, she was now recording and not just taking pictures. She set her phone up on the panel table so they were all in the shot. Her eyes went down his body and she smiled. “Ladies, we have the smallest fucking boner I’ve ever seen. The not-so-proud owner of this pale Tootsie Roll is none other than MaliciousTroll! If you’re watching this, you know who this little shit is, and you probably despise him, too!”
Daniel hung his head and started to cry, then took in a sharp breath when a pair of fingers started rapidly flicking his nipples.
“No no,” he heard Dafne start. “You don’t get to try to wish us away. You’ve been acting like some hotshot tough guy for too long. Now you’re paying your bills,” she said.
Isabel pulled his lanky arms behind his back while Olivia pulled his underwear down to his ankles, completely stripping him before them. She laughed even more. “He’s not even a full mouthful!” tannest of the three women mocked him.
The girls looked down to see his insignificant cock. What there was of it was standing straight. He was still hard, but there wasn’t much to see. Dafne turned her head to the side, eyeing his package with skepticism. “How the… why the fuck is your dick so small but you have bull nuts? How the fuck does that even work? Is it hard for you to pee?”
Daniel’s face had never been so beet red before, closer to a tomato or turnip. It was the first time anyone had seen his junk, and it was three of the women he fantasized about most. He would never live this down.
Olivia Carmichael stood in front of him as she pulled her leggings down and stepped out of them, making the girls giggle but it confused the shit out of Daniel. “What the fuck are you just staring at me for? Drop on your stupid knees and lick my rich pussy. You think I’m going to touch your little inchworm? Not a chance in Hell. But some part of you has to be useful.
Isabel and Dafne pushed him down easily, and Dafne pushed his face right into Olivia’s panty-covered snatch. “Breathe it in. That’s a real cunt,” Dafne sneered. “You can watch all the porn you can, but you’ll never beat the real thing. You’ll probably never get the real thing, either.”
Izzy crouched low next to him and reached between his spindly legs. She took his little cock between her thumb, middle and index fingers. “Are you serious? You couldn’t even reach a hymen with this. You could fuck a virgin and she’d still be saved for her wedding night.”
Daniel was sobbing as Dafne rubbed his face up and down Olivia Carmichael’s dampening panty gusset. The moisture was a mix of his tears and her own growing wetness. Mocking this loser that had been bullying them for so long and so thoroughly was giving her a sinister power rush she had never felt.
“Lick it. Lick my dirty panties while I wear them. Taste my fucking sweat and juice, you little virgin freak,” Liv ordered, and Daniel complied. Sticking his tongue fully out, he moved his head up and down as he cried. Olivia sighed and then gasped at the sensation of domination and a wet tongue.
Daniel shuttered at his first taste of pussy as well as the way Isabel was tugging on his excuse of a manhood.
“Would I even feel this if I sat on it?” Dafne asked. She pulled down her jeans and panties at the same time, leaving her the first girl to be bottomless.
Liv easily pushed the little man over, making him tumble on his back with a thud. She pulled her little lime green cotton panties to the side and straddled his face. “You’re going to tongue fuck my pussy while Dafne sees if she can even notice you’re in her, got it?” Liv barked. The queen took her seat on her thrown with a sigh as his pointy nose brushed her clit.
Stabbing his tongue into Liv’s puffy pink pussy, Daniel started eating. His only grasp of it was from porn he watched.
Meanwhile, Dafne Shrivner planted herself on his hips and grabbed his little nub, aiming it at her wet pussy. Much like Carmichael, putting this fucking loser in his place was what got her going.
Dafne tried to sink down, but there was so little there,it didn’t bring her anything. “Oh my fucking God,” she groaned. It wasn’t out of pleasure, but out of sheer disappointment. “I can’t even tell I’m sitting on something. It’s like trying to fuck myself with a pencil nub!” she scoffed. As she started to bounce, her heavy tits rose and fell as she tried to feel *something* inside of her. “What a waste of my fucking time,” she bemoaned. She started grinding her pubis on the base of his minuscule length. “At least friction on my clit can’t let me down,” she giggled in that sexy British accent.
Isabel stood on the side of the action, her hand down her tight jeans as she pleasured herself. “It’s a real shame you can’t do anything for me right now,” the half-Mexican pouted.
“The fucking loser still has hands,” Olivia suggested as she got off his pussy-slicked face for her to slap him. “You want to finger Isabel’s pussy for her, right?” She slapped him again. “You can manage that, can’t you?” Olivia didn’t wait for an answer. She pulled his hair and nodded for him before she sat back down again, sighing as he went straight back to licking her.
Isabel sat down immediately and shucked off her tight jeans. Scooting forward, she roughly grabbed his hand and used it the way she wanted. She wasn’t even letting him think about what he needed to do to get her off. Izzy just used his hand like a toy. She showed him how to rub; where and how fast, what pressure to use. After the lesson was introduced, she pushed two of his fingers together and pushed them inside of her.
“Curl your fucking fingers you moron,” Isabel growled at him. From her side she could hear Olivia taking in short, high-pitched gasps. At least the little monster could make one of them cum. She wasn’t done with him, though, wasn’t done humiliating him.
She scooted even a little further up his face as she pulled her plum of an ass apart. “Lick it. Rim my fucking asshole you little shit,” Olivia demanded with no love, no warm feelings. This former bully was a toy to be used for the girls’ pleasure, and as he ran his tongue in circles around Olivia’s rosebud, he followed his orders like a good little soldier.
Dafne was next, grinding hard and fast, not caring that his tiny prick was barely getting any stimulation because his pelvis was still working on her clit. It allowing Dafne to cum with a shriek, and then a giggle.
Isabel wasn’t far behind, vigorously rubbing her clit and clamping a hand over Daniel’s wrist to drive his fingers inside of her. He was blindly, rapidly curling and straightening his fingers, hitting her g-spot by chance, allowing her to cum, too. As soon as all the girls were done, they redressed, and grabbed his suit. Without as much as a ta-ta, they headed for the exit.
“Wait! Bring that back! Please!” Daniel screamed as the girls just laughed at him. “Don’t leave me with just underwear! There’s thousands of people at this convention!”
“Should have thought about that, Troll!” Liv said over her shoulder before flipping him off as she saved the video to her phone. “My pics and any bit of this video I want will get out if we ever see you post again.”