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Small Penis Verbal Abuse

I used to drink and got in trouble with my little dick. Here is how the story goes …

I was in a drunken stupor and Ken and Ruth were waiting for me when I awoke. Guess I had emailed some shit to him while she was there. Anyway she was having ken take me out to talk supposedly about honesty and sobering up. When we were outside here is how the real conversation went.

Ken: “You are absolutely pathetic!

Russ: I know I have a drinking problem, I know

Ken: That is not what I am talking about….You are a wimp. You have a small dick, You are even worse than a eunuch! Don’t ALL of the guys LAUGH at you I bet you have to sit down to piss”

Russ: Ken DOES know!

Ken:I DO I know .

Ken: Well I am fucking the shit out of your wife and I will be taking everything away from you little dicked piss ant. There is nothing you can do so go back in there and keep your mouth shut if you want to keep your job.

And YES – I have told enough of the guys I have told that you have a tiny dick and that I am fucking your wife and they laughed at you and your tiny penis!

Ken I bet you never satisfied her, did you?

Russ: This has happened to me as far as high school, then in the college, and now here where I work.!

Ken asks: You know your wife does not even feel that thing when you fuck her? How do you cum deep enough in her to do anything?” Someone has always done the work for you haven’t they Russ? You think you fathered any children think again!

Russ: I know Ken, “No, my wife doesn’t feel my small penis when we use to TRY and fuck.” But we don’t that much anymore

Ken: you looser I got her now.

Originally posted 2009-12-08 14:51:34.

Minuscule Cock

I have always known that I have a very small dick. When it is limp it measures barely 1.5 inches, and is just under 3 inches fully erect.

In gym class I got the nickname pee-wee, deservedly so. Although for years I wouldn’t date because of my shortcomings, I finally found someone several years ago that I cared about, and we were married. She told me that she didn’t care about my size, but later on she admitted that she was having a hard time having an orgasm.

I told her that I knew I was small and that she was free to find other guys who were real men to please her. I wasn’t sure how she would respond, but somewhat to my surprise she said to me “really”, do you mean it? Since then she has had a number of men including my best friend Ed,( who has an 8-inch cock). I told her to invite them over to the house for sex, which she has done many times. I enjoy being in the room with them, and as they strip so do I. This way they are able to see how much larger they are than me, which is a big turn-on for me.

I’ve talked my wife into calling me all sorts of humiliating names in front of her full-sized 7 and 8 inch men. She explains to them that because I am not a real man, but only a pee-wee, with a cocktail weenie for a dick,I understand how important it is for her to be with “real men”. Frequently, the guys will chime in with their own insults.

My friend Ed (with the 8-incher), gets a great deal of pleasure not only of telling me that my limp penis is smaller than his 5-year old son, but he also enjoys humiliating me in front of all our friends when we go on our out-of town road trips, to football games. He particularly likes reminding the other guys that he is able to please my wife in ways that I could only dream of. He also, being a math major in college likes to tell the guys how his cock is about 12 times the volume of mine when you factor in length plus girth.

All in all I’ve learned to live with my situation, and with my minuscule cock.

Originally posted 2008-05-07 04:04:31.

Doggy Style

My wife is superior in our relationship and she tends to have an angry streak, she knows that i like sph but she does not think it is a laughing matter.The only way i can imagine her being light hearted about it would be if we had a man in our relationship who would first be hung and second be willing to sleep with her even though she is married.

When my wife and i were dating we started out as fishing buddies and she saw other guys while we hung out, so she got to know me before she found out that i have a small penis. I feel a since of gilt because she didn’t know up front that i am a short dick man.

Later on we started talking phone sex before we ever started making out. I knew then that she was a women of specific taste when it came to size and that means she liked and had dated guys that were few and far between on the heavy hung side,these guys that she described were just like some guys a played high school football with. I’m talking about guys who made fun of my small 1″+ nothing flaccid penis.From hear i could branch out into many different stories but I’ll just be talking about my wifes previous experiences.

Since i have had a small one all my life i have tried to perfect every other aspect of my sexuality; therefore, I watched all types of porn flix and practiced oral sex on every girl that would let me.I have never been much in the doggy position but I have always heard that it is a position unlike the majority of others; so, that position has always fascinated my curiosity since I have never really been able to do it. I always hoped to marry a women who had not done doggy ever before. When i met my wife i had finally found such a woman, with the exception of her fetish for sucking long fat ones i was most pleased, but that was before i found out that she didn’t like to suck skinny shorties.

Eventually I found out that her mother had always warned her to never have sex in the doggy position with a boy who had a long penis,she told her that she would regret it and end of discussion. She had t old me that she had never seen a penis shorter than 7″ or longer than 9″ so I felt very insecure about how she would react once she saw my proud 4.5″ pipe lol. On rainy days we often watched movies in her bedroom at her parents house. One day I discovered a large blue exercise ball on the floor of her room, she said she used it to practice balance, and did i mention that she was a cheerleader in highschool.

My wife has the kind of ass that everyone stares at, not just men, and don’t let me forget to mention her perky DD breast. I used to enjoy her modeling her cheer outfits for me before we married.One night after a long day of fishing while separate from each other at home on the phone she and I were once again talking phone sex, but something was different about that night and the attitude of my wife, she was very silly and open about things she had done in the past. she told me that the blue excercise ball was something that her and Jay her highschool sweetheart had used as a tool for having sex.Kay my wife told me that she would wear hear cheer outfit and drop her undies and lay on her stomach on that blue ball and that Jay would squat over her from behind and give it to her somewhat like the doggy position.Kay told me that if her mother came home, it didn’t take long to regain composure from this technique. kay started giggling on the phone and i immediately asked her what was so funny.

I forgot to mention that up until this point Kay was under the impression that i had a good sized penis, at least that was what i had always told her. She began telling me something that should have been a deal breaker but i was to into her to even try to bail out of the relationship, and besides it was the first time that she had locked up my subservientness and i wanted more.

Kay told of how one day while having slow spine tingling sex with jay on the ball that the ball had sprung an air leak or so she would believe for a while until Jay later admited to having pulled the plug.Kay said that as the air left the ball she sl owly ended up on all fours finally in the traditional doggy style position, at which point Jay decided to stop and ask for her permission to continue.

Kay screamed yes and Jay as the ego maniac that he was, asked kay to pull her hair back into a pony tail so that he could hold it.Kay told me that she did without question what he said.Jay then after resuming his 9″ thrust began to slap Kay on the ass, this both bothered and pleased kay as she asked him why he was treating her like a porno chick. Jay answered and said that he was the boss and that he could stop at any time if she didn’t like it. Kay, at this point with her inner thighs shaking begged Jay not to stop and as Jay continued he told Kay to call herself a nasty slut, and she quickly did as she was told.

By the time they were done she had already declared herself his slut forever. Much to my satisfaction and pain I tried to act cool on the phone, and I asked her why she let him punk her out like that and she told me that she knew now what her mother was talking about…. if anyone reads this, particularly women, I would love to talk with you and get some feed back on what the big deal is about the doggy style position.

Feel free to e-mail me at aradams39@aol.com. By the way I go by the name Dillinger and i’ll be glad to explain why later.

Originally posted 2009-06-06 19:47:48.

Speedo Shame

By Dillinger

MY FIRST SUMMER AFTER HIGH SCHOOL I WAS A LIFE GUARD AT THE LOCAL COUNTY SWIMMING POOL. THIS SUMMER SHOULD HAVE BEEN THE EASIEST SUMMER OF MY LIFE, BUT INSTEAD IT WAS FILLED WITH EMBARRASSMENT.EVERYTHING FELL INTO PLACE FOR ME, MY GIRLFRIENDS ANT WAS THE POOL MANAGER AND MY GIRLFRIEND WAS THE SWIM TEAM CAPTAIN AND ALSO A LIFE GUARD. BEFORE I COULD BE A LIFEGUARD, I HAD TO BE CERTIFIED.TO GET MY CERTIFICATION I HAD TO GO THROUGH THE INNER CITY YMCA FOR THE CLASS. THE SHOWER ROOM WAS DREADED TERRITORY FOR ME AFTER EACH DAYS CLASS AND SWIM RISQUE TRAINING WHICH CONSISTED OF AN OUR IN THE POOL IF NOT TWO HOURS EVERY DAY DEPENDING ON HOW LONG THE CLASS ROOM SESSION LASTED. I WAS ALWAYS THE FIRST GUY IN AND THE FIRST GUY OUT OF THE SHOWERS EACH DAY AND TO DO SO I HAD TO SWIM MY LAPS FASTER THAN ALL THE OTHER GUYS. ONE UNFORTUNATE DAY WHEN I CAME INTO THE LOCKER ROOM I FOUND THAT MY FAVORITE CORNER SHOWER HEAD HAD BEEN REMOVED FOR REPAIRS SO THIS WOULD MEEN THAT I HAD TO SHOWER OFF IN THE OPEN ROOM AREA WERE EVERYONE COULD SEE ME. I WAS UNCOMFORTABLE IN THE NOOD BECAUSE OF THE SIZE OF MY MANHOOD, IT WAS USUALLY 2 TO 3 INCHES FLACCID BUT AFTER BEING IN THE POOL FOR ANY TIME AT ALL ESPECIALLY 2HOURS IT WAS HARDLY 0NE INCH, AND THIS DAY WAS NO EXCEPTION WITH LITTLE TIME REMAINING IN MY HAIR RINSING I HEARD 2 GUYS WITH DEEP VOICES LAUGHING AND TALKING LOUDLY. AFTER RINSING MY HAIR I SAW TWO FIGURES STANDING TALL, MAYBE SIX AND A HALF FEET TALL AND EACH ONES BODY SPOTTED WITH SOAP SUDS. HANGING BETWEEN BOTH THEIR LEGS WERE SEVEN OR EIGHT INCH PENISES EACH ONE WITH A BALL OF SOAP SUDS STUCK TO THE SIDE OF THE SHAFT, AS I LOOKED DOWNWARD IN THE ECHOES OF LAUGHTER I NOTICED THAT MY PACKAGE WAS COVERED WITH A SOAP SUD BALL ABOUT THAT SAME SIZE. IN HUMILIATION I RINSED THE SOAP OFF REVEALING MY SAVED MANHOOD ALL DRAWN UP LOOKING MUCH LIKE THREE SMALL BALLS MAKING UP MY ENTIRE PACKAGE. AFTER RINSING THE REST OF THE SOAP FROM MY EYES I COULD CLEARLY MAKE OUT THE IDENTITY OF THE TWO GUYS THEY WERE BOTH HIGH SCHOOL BASKETBALL STARS, WHO I HAD WATCHED PLAY WITH MY GIRL FRIEND AND HER BEST FRIEND WHO ATTENDED A LOCAL ALL GIRLS PREP SCHOOL. THE TWO GUYS PLAYED FOR AN ALL GUYS PREP SCHOOL. FROM THAT POINT ON I SUSPECTED THAT THIS MOMENT WOULD NOT BE LAUGHED AT IN THIS MOMENT ALONE BUT THAT IT WOULD SOMEHOW CHASE ME DOWN IN THE UP AND COMING SUMMER AND IN DEED IT DID. DESPITE MY SHAME OVER MY SMALL PACKAGE MY
GIRL FRIEND ORDERED ME TO JOIN THE SWIM TEAM AND SHE TOLD ME THAT SHE HAD ALREADY ORDERED ME A SWIMSUIT A PAIR OF SPEEDO’S. AT THE FIRST SWIM MEET THE TRUCK CAME OUT. THE DIVE TEEM HAD NEVER PRACTICED WITH US BEFORE SO I WAS SURPRISED WHEN I SAW THEM WEARING DIFFERENT COLORED SPEEDO’S FROM THAT OF MINE AND THE REST OF THE TEAM THEIRS WERE WHITE WITH NAVY BLUE SPEEDO LOGO’S WRITTEN ALL OVER THE FABRIC AND MINE WAS THE SAME EXCEPT FOR THE COLOR BABY BLUE INSTEAD OF NAVY. MUCH TO MY SURPRISE I SOON SAW THREE GUYS MY AGE WHO WERE ON THE SWIM TEAM ALSO WEARING THEIR SAME NAVY COLOR SPEEDO’S, I THEN LOOKED AROUND AND NOTICED THAT THE REST OF THE TEAM WEARING MY COLOR SUIT WERE THE YOUNG BOYS. SHOCKED BY THIS DIFFERENCE I FOUND ELIZABETH AND I ASKED HER WHAT WAS GOING ON AND SHE EXPLAINED TO ME THAT THE BOYS SIZES RAN IN BABY BLUE AND THAT THE MENS SIZES RAN IN NAVY, ABOUT THIS TIME THE TWO GUYS FROM THE YMCA WALKED UP BESIDE ME WEARING NAVY SPEEDO’S AND THEY WERE BOTH GREETED WITH HUGS FROM MY GIRLFRIEND AND HER BEST FRIEND AS THEY ROSE UP ON THEIR TIP TOES SO AS TO PRESS THEIR LARGE BREAST AGAINST THE RIB CAGE OF THE TWO BROTHERS, THEY WERE ALL 4 LAUGHING UNCONTROLLABLY.

Originally posted 2009-06-23 14:59:07.

He Bragged About His Big Cock

okay me ans my best friend are in the same marshal arts class and he is allways bragging how nice his stiff is you know like material items.

okay one day all the boys were in the showers! oh i forgot we all take showers together to get up ready for high school or something my dad he is the teacher and he is all ways saying stuff like that.

well one day they were out of towels it’s not required to use them to cover up. well i forgot to mention but i am 14 and I’m confident about my penis size. well everyone in the class loves my dad and doesn’t feel embarsed about there size and being nude around him or afraid that he will see there penis or whatever well exept my best friend. okay the next day my dad was outside teaching the guys a new kick or something! it’s my job to see if anyone is still in the showers and check for dirty magnetizes my dad knows about the guys and there hidden porn but doesn’t care. well my friend was still in there started bragging how big his penis was and what he could do with it well that was the same day when they ran out of towels and i was walking around the shower naked well my friend wont take showers with anyone around and i was walking around checking all the stuff in the showers and he was masturbating around a corner and that was the same day with no towels and i cough him and he saw my penis but he forgot that his pants and underwear were at his ankles and stood up from around the corner and i saw his well err um his penis it had no hair whatsoever well in the process of him trying to cover him self up he hit his head on a shower head and passed out ans i saw his tiny penis well i remembers a couple weeks before my best friend pulled this kids pants down in front of the class who had a medium sized penis and they called him peach fuzz i tried to stop the laughing but before i could get in my dad pulled me back and said your friend will get what is coming to him! the kid that got his pants pulled down hung himself 4 days before all this. so i decided id be the one to get revenge for that poor kid that hung himself. so i got my digital camera and took pictures of him and his small penis so i could prove it was him so i put my camera back and got some of the guys in the class with the biggest and most hair on there penis to come inside for a miniut so i got all the guys that i just called in to get naked and crouch around my best friend with there penises by his face so that would be the first thing he saw and it freaked him out so we all told him that he passed out from the hot water and hit his head we just all found him like this in the shower and that we all came in to take a shower but while he was passed out we gave him 1/8 viargra so when he got up he thought his penis was all big he dint realize he was naked so we were all like hay dude want to go look at some porn mags he was all like yeah so we were all masturbating and cumming every wear exept him and then all of a sudden his penis went back to regular size and we all laughed and called him baby penis! and we left and later i hacked his myspace and posted all the pics of him.

so my question is why do you think guys lie about there penis size?
i think it is bacouse there penis is small!

Originally posted 2009-10-19 11:43:45.

Female Superiority & Small Penis Humiliation

Small Penis Humiliation Techniques


To keep a man’s awareness of woman’s superiority he must feel his inferiority. Since much of man’s pride lies in his perception of his penis inflicting small penis humiliation will maintain his proper sense his unworthiness.

If his penis is physically normal or even large repeated taunts, exclamation of scorn and laughter will be like pouring acid over his ego.

Giving a submissive man regular visual reminders of the inadequacy of his penis is sure technique for keeping him humble.

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Tell other women that your husband has an inferior penis. Make sure he is aware that of this. But don’t let him know with whom you have shared his failing. Every women he see will make him cringe in shame.

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Frequently take a moment to laugh at his small penis. Keep his ego as small as his penis.

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Arouse him with your body. Then remind him that he is so deficient in manliness that he’s just a pathetic wimp who can never hope to satisfy a woman.

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Your own imagination will surely conceive many and diverse routines and rituals for merciless small penis humiliation.

Stacy’s New Boytoy 3

by Subboy

The Humiliation of Slutboy

So this guy Eric is naked in the bathroom and he’s going to come out and give us a dance. Am I the only one who thinks this is strange.
“Should we do this.” I say.
“Of course we should,” says Heather “Hell yes.”
“What do you mean?” Stacy asks.
“I mean isn’t this wrong.” I say “Aren’t we being cruel.”
“We’re not forcing Slutboy to do anything he doesn’t want to do. He loves it.”
“Are you sure?” I ask.
“Come out here slutboy.”
“Stacy.”
“I mean Eric.” She says with a smirk on her face.
Eric comes out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waste.
“Are you ready to dance for us?” Stacy asks.
“Sure.”
“You want to do this?” I ask.
“What?” he says.
“We’re not forcing you to do anything against your will?” Stacy asks.
“No.” he says, and looks down.
“It’s okay.” Stacy says “I’ll tell you what, we’ll give you safe words. If we ask you to do something you’re not sure of, or if things are getting too intense, say ‘yellow,’ like the yellow traffic light. If you want us to say ‘red,’ like the red light. Got it?”
“Sounds good.” he says.
“But I think, and correct me if I’m wrong,” Stacy says “But I think you’re just a little dicked sissy bitch who likes it when women boss him around and put him in his place.”
Heather cracks up laughing at this, and all he can do is look down. What the hell. Why doesn’t he just get his stuff and leave? “In that case let’s see you dance.” Stacy says, as she starts the music. What happens next is the most pathetic display of dancing I’ve ever seen. He starts out by doing the whole Saturday Night Fever thing, but he’s not even in rythm. Then he fails miserably at the moonwalk. We sarcastically whoop and holler.
“Take it off big boy!” Heather yells “Take it off.”
“No please.” I say, under my breath. This cracks Stacy up. He tries to tease us, by slowly revealing himself behind the towel. Then he throws the towel and knocks a vase off Stacy’s shelf.
“Oh shit.” he says. Luckily the vase doesn’t break. He stops.
“Don’t stop.” Heather says “Shake it! Shake that ass.” He tries to shake, but let’s just say he leaves a lot to be desired.
“Stop! Stop!” Stacy says laughing “That was possibly the worst, least sexy dancing in the history of man.” For some reason this idiot has a huge grin on his face. “Let’s try something different. Okay come a little closer and get down on your knees.” He does what she says. “Do something about that little thing between your legs. Make it hard.” Heather leans forward to watch.
“Oh my God.” I say. I can’t take it. I go into the kitchen to get another drink. “You guys want another drink?” I ask. They do.
I can hear Stacy from the kitchen. “Okay, now I want you to imagine that you’ve got a hot girl in front of you and you’re gonna fuck her brains out doggy style. I want to see what you’ve got; how you fuck. Yeah that’s it, start fuckin’ her.”

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Originally posted 2008-03-17 06:09:38.

Pre-Employment Physical

By littlechasteguy

A few years ago, after several interviews, I finally got that good job I’d been seeking. The last step was to pass a pre-employment physical with the companies chosen doctor. The HR person gave me a sealed packet of forms to be completed and the name of the doctor to call. I was somewhat taken aback as the doctor’s name was obviously female, and that meant she’d likely have to see my teeny weenie, something that I tried to avoid happening. My teeny weenie measures just under four inches (ok, closer to 3 ½ inches) when fully erect while being very thin, less than 3 inches in girth. When flaccid it is not much more than a skinny little nub.

I called and made an appointment for in the afternoon three days later. I made sure I didn’t jerk off in between, so that at least I would be likely to show a swollen penis, better than a flaccid little nubbin if I needed to expose myself.

I arrived at the doctor’s office at the appointed time and it was obvious that I was to be the last patient for the day. In fact, I think they were staying late to accommodate me. The waiting room was empty except for me, and the receptionist locked the door behind me and turned the sign to show the office was closed. Within a few minutes an attractive, young medical assistant named Vicki came out and led me back to a rather spartan exam room, swinging the door most of the way closed, but still open a crack. She then told me to remove my clothes so she could get my vital statistics.

I removed my clothes except for my underwear. Looking rather impatient as she stood by the scale, she said, “C’mon. All of them.” Sheepishly I slid my underwear down, exposing my partially erect, yet shamefully small penis. I noticed a slight grin on her face as she told me to come over and get on the scale so she could measure my height and weight. She checked my weight (165 lbs.) then proceeded to check my height. As she raised the measuring arm she gave me a little pat on the ass as she said “Move forward a bit so it will reach.” Then looking at my little erection she added, “You have plenty of room.” By this time I was at my near 4 inch maximum length protruding straight out. After measuring my height (5’7”) I was told to have a seat on the exam table so my blood pressure and temperature could be checked. All was well.

Vicki then told me I needed to provide blood and urine samples. She pricked my finger and filled several small glass tubes with blood samples. As she handed me a plastic cup for urine she informed me that for chain of custody purposes she would need to witness me peeing into the cup. “Come with me,” she directed, opening the door and walking down the hallway. Naked, I followed her down the hallway to the bathroom, grateful that no one saw. Holding the cup in my left hand, and my little erection between my right thumb and two fingers, I managed to squeeze a little urine through my hard penis, filling the cup about half way. As I handed the cup to Vicki she looked at the sample, looked down at my little erection, and said, “I guess it will have to do.”

My luck didn’t hold out on the return trip to the exam room. As I left the bathroom, there were the receptionist and two black ladies, apparently the cleaning crew, standing in the hallway. They both snickered as I covered up my penis and squeezed by.

Back in the exam room I was told to lie down on the table and that the doctor would be right in. I asked Vicki for a sheet to cover up and was told that this practice had stopped using such items to keep costs down.

A few minutes later, just as my erection was beginning to soften a little, in walked Doctor Karen Simpson, along with Vicki. Dr. Simpson was a tall, attractive, blond, probably in her mid forties. She shook my hand and introduced herself. Noticing that my little weenie was pointing straight up the doctor told Vicki that she should remain in the room.

As I laid there Dr. Simpson took the packet and told me there was a medical questionnaire to complete first, and then she would perform the physical exam. She walked around the room asking me various questions about my medical background. Eventually she reached the section regarding sexual history and practices.

“Ever have sex with a man?” she asked. Being honest I replied that a previous girlfriend used to make me perform oral sex on another one of her boyfriends. “I see,” was her nonchalant response. However, I was sure Vicki was trying to suppress laughter. And my little weenie was now beginning to throb. I began to wish I had jerked off before the appointment.

“Do you use condoms for protection when you have sexual intercourse?” was the next question. I hesitantly stammered out a, “Yes.” I’m pretty sure she left the questionnaire, when sensing my hesitation, the doctor asked, “Do you have any trouble finding condoms that will fit and stay on. You are quite a bit smaller than average.” Now I knew Vicki was stifling her laughter as she watched my little weenie pulse. I could only respond by saying that I’d found a shop that orders extra small condoms for me. “Good,” replied the doctor.

“Last question: Do you currently have a sex partner, and how often do you have sex? If not, how often do you masturbate?” I’m sure I was bright red as I related how I have a girlfriend, but she thinks I am too small. So mostly I provide her with oral sex. I masturbate once or twice a day normally. “I understand,” was the response. “And does she have other partners?” Sheepishly I answered, “Yes. She tells me she needs sex from someone who is more well-endowed.” She jotted down some notes, and mentioned that some additional blood tests were to be ordered.

“Ok. Let’s check you out now.”

She put on rubber gloves and gave the form to Vicki, so she could complete the paperwork as the doctor performed the exam. The doctor then began with the physical exam, poking, prodding and using her instruments. She checked my eyes, throat, heartbeat, breathing, reflexes and internal organs. She had me get up and demonstrate balance and coordination by standing on one foot with my arms extended, the touching my nose. Then, she checked flexibility by having me lean over and touch the ground. As I was bent over she gave me a little pat on the ass and said I could stand up.

Then came the part I was dreading. “I need to check your sexual organs.” I nervously nodded and stood there, hands at my side, as the doctor took my little erection in between her thumb and forefinger. “Obviously this works, in a sense,” she noted, “even if unfortunately for you it is a bit small.” She smiled as she gave it a couple of squeezes. I nodded my head in agreement, trying to think of anything I could to avoid squirting in her hand.

Dr. Simpson then took my ball sack in her right hand, manipulating them around. “Your testicles seem to be healthy, if a bit underdeveloped,” she noted. She went on, “Tell me, when you ejaculate, do you seem to ejaculate a normal amount. I mean compared to the guys your girlfriend made you perform oral sex on?”

By this point Vicki was almost openly laughing as she jotted down notes and avoided making eye contact with me. I could only reply with the truth. “No. I usually produce a smaller amount. Nothing like some of the other guys I’ve seen.”

“That’s what I thought. But don’t worry,” she told me. “Just because you are small doesn’t mean there are any health issues. You seem to have found ways to achieve sexual satisfaction despite your rather diminutive size.”

“We need to check a couple of more things. First let’s make sure you have no hernia problems.” With that she stood at my side and put her left hand between my ass cheeks, in the area between my ball sack and anal entrance. With her right hand she cupped my ball sack. She checked several areas, asking me to cough each time. I’m not sure if it was intentional but as she checked various areas her right forearm was applying pressure to my throbbing penis. I was panting and on the edge of cumming. By the time the hernia exam ended my little weenie had a drop of precum on the tip and I was involuntarily moving to and fro, as if fucking the air.

I was beginning to tremble, and my breathing was coming in short gasps. I was on the edge of orgasming. The doctor waited a few seconds for me to regain some sense of composure. “One last check is all. Then we will be done. I need to check your prostate.” I gasped and almost cried when Dr. Simpson put some lube on her right index finger. “Please climb back and lie down on the table,” which I did. “Now Vicki I will need your help here. Stand behind his head.” The doctor then lifted my legs and had Vicki pull them toward her so that my ass was in the air. “Keep your arms to your side and get ready. This might be a little uncomfortable,” she warned. Then her finger entered my ass.

That was it. I could take no more. I started shaking, rocking around and holding on to the edges of the table. Vicki strained to hold my legs still as I grunted and a wad of cum shot out of my little weenie onto my chest and face. The doctor also held on, keeping her grip on me and her finger in my ass until I settled down. “That’s ok,” she comforted me. “Let’s finish this exam. Vicky, when we are done please note in his record that he has an unusually strong anal stimulative response.”

I was still shaking as she removed her finger, utterly humiliated and babbling something about apologies. “It’s ok,” the doctor said. “You can get dressed now and clean yourself up.” She then left the room. Vicki stayed, finishing the paperwork and giggling as I dressed. Already totally humiliated and in a hurry I simply used my fingers to scoop the cum off me, then licked them clean.

Vicki then escorted me out, again patting me on the ass and quietly saying, “Thanks little guy. It was fun.” As I left she added, “You poor thing.” I hurriedly scooted out, hoping I still had the job.

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Originally posted 2009-02-13 17:42:43.

Replaced By a Dildo

I didn’t think that penis size doesn’t matter before but recently i bought my wife a Sean Michael dildo (it’s about 10 inches long and about 7 inches around (2.25 inches) thick. I myself have a 5 1/4 inch penis and i’m not very thick.

My wife was a virgin before we met and she never has had any other dick in her other than me. She always thought i was good size. When i showed her this big black dildo she was almost taken aback.

She has seen Sean Michael in porn movies before and couldn’t believe the size of his dick. I thought i would surprise her with his realistic dong.

After some apprehension she tried it out but man did we have to move slowly and use alot of lube as he is very thick and long. It took about 15 minutes but after this she was able to take his cock to almost completely to the balls.

She moaned and screamed like i have never seen her do before. She yelled to me that she wanted that more of that “big black dick” in her.

She continued to buck her hips and tell me how much she loved the size of it and while she did that she was sucking me off. She deepthroated me all the way.

She came with such a ferocity that she never does with me. After she came i pulled the big black dildo out and climbed on top of her and put myself in her. I couldn’t feel anything as she was so wet and stretched out.

She just layed there and had an emotionless expression on her face.

She later admitted to me that she only faintly felt me in her. Since this night we have used the dildo out some more. She almost never cums with me in her, but she has earth shattering orgasms with this huge dildo. She has even told me on occasion after fucking that “big black cock” that to her “the bigger, the better it is”.

So now i am a believer that size really does matter. Every once in while, while we are out i see her scoping out black men. She may never admit it but i think she now wants to go black. My wife was a virgin when we met and she was very satisfied with my 5 inch dick until i brought that huge black dildo home and she tried it out. Now i can’t make her cum with my dick and all she wants is black dick.

So beware guys and be sure before you turn your wives, girlfriends on to this lifestyles as there may be no turning back. Has this happened to anyone else.

Originally posted 2009-07-20 08:50:31.

At School

As someone with a tiny penis (1.9” soft & 3.25” hard), I was very interested to read people’s comments on small penis humiliation, and thought I would add my 50 cents worth. In spite of having a bit of a hang-up about being underendowed, I can’t deny that I do get secretly turned on when people laugh at my size.

It all started in my school days, when I was dating a girl called Louise, who was a few years younger than me and who was my first proper girlfriend. As a joke, a couple of my so-called friends sent her a love letter, which they pretended was from me. I never saw it myself, so I don’t know exactly what was in it, but I gather it went into explicit detail about my cock size (damn those communal showers).

Louise must have known it wasn’t really from me, but rather than being shocked, it seems she was curious about it. So the next time we were alone together in her bedroom, she began unbuttoning my jeans. I knew nothing about the letter, of course, so I thought she was getting fresh with me, because she wanted to take our relationship to the next level (we had only ever kissed before). This was like a dream come true to me at the time, because I was somewhat wet behind the ears and didn’t realise how truly tiny my cock was.

Louise, it turned out, was not at all wet behind the ears. No sooner had she pulled out my throbbing cock than she burst into laughter and told me that her 7-year old brother was bigger than me. Whereupon, my cock shrivelled up even smaller than normal and I shoved it back in my pants, my face crimson with embarrassment.

She finished with me right then and there. Not only that, but the next day she told all her friends at school, and they told their friends and so on, and so on. The upshot was I spent the rest of my school life being called the Shrimp.

There were various other incidents over the years where my cock ended up being laughed at, which I won’t go into here. The upshot is I ended up being more than a little reluctant to let girls go anywhere near it until I was very comfortable with them. Then, slowly I realised that I had come to like it when people told me I was small… it turned me on.

Originally posted 2008-03-03 07:16:15.