I was an international student in Germany, and, long story short, I needed some PT after hurting my neck. I’m super thin and unable to put on fat or muscle, and to top it off, I’m pretty small down there. Barely an inch when soft, and I don’t even measure when I’m hard because I don’t want to know deep down. My one and only girlfriend broke up with me before I left to study, leaving me a virgin.

So a recipe for low self-esteem. To counteract this, I’ve been trying to work out (how I hurt my neck) and was hoping to be more adventurous; I’d been working up the courage to wear speedos since I was, after all, in Europe. But I didn’t like the way they looked unless I did a bit of manscaping and ended up shaving everything. The physical therapy office where I went had a very nice traditional sauna, which I thought would be a nice low-stakes place to test myself in a speedo. Or so I thought.

Most days, I’m alone, relaxing, and feeling a bit courageous for being here. There are a few other people sometimes, but they keep to themselves, and so do I. But one day a bubbly lady in her early thirties with jet black hair opens the door and bounces into my life.

She greets me in German, and I do the same. Since we both have accents, she asks me where I’m from, America. I tell her before I ask the same.

She tells me everything. Lucia, she’s from Spain, here for a new job after a bad breakup. Something technical with the EU. I tell her I’m an international student. In mid-sentence, she tells me we’re all internationals here and unwraps her towel, revealing her breasts to me.

They are gorgeous, a bit on the smaller side, but I was never one to judge based on size, especially considering my own.

I swallow hard and look away, my voice breaking, and I’m stammering more than I would have liked to. It was the first time I’d been alone with such beauty. And I feel myself twitching in my speedo. The fact that her breasts are so small makes me think I’d have a chance with her. Maybe she would overlook my size, and we’d be a perfect match. She’s small, too, like me.

But I try to clear these thoughts and keep the conversation going. I ask her what kind of work she’s in, just realizing I’d already asked that a moment earlier.

Lucia answers but studies me momentarily as if I’d misspoken before suddenly rewrapping her towel and getting up to leave. I’m worried I’ve offended her, but then I think there could be any number of reasons she had to leave, so I figure it as odd and decide just to leave it at that. But then she returns a few moments later with an attendant, a stern-looking German woman who calls me over.

“Dies ist eine textilfreie Sauna,” she tells me firmly in German.

I only catch a few words and try to explain my lack of German.

“This is a textile-free sauna,” she tells me firmly in English.

“Ah…” I mumbled.

I nod, glancing down at my Speedo sheepishly, hoping it is small enough to be considered textile-free or that I’ll be granted clemency for not knowing the rules. Then, I noticed Lucia behind her, giving me a knowing look.

“I need you to remove your slip now,” she says loudly, her stern accent unaccustomed to flexibility or protest.

My heart is pounding. I suddenly wished I hadn’t shaved or worn a Speedo that I hadn’t come here.

Worried it will seem like I’m just some pervert who upset Lucia, I do as I am told, slowly sliding down my speedo until it reaches my ankles. I take it in my hands, feeling like a punished child, my tiny penis curling inside itself from meeting the cool air. I look forward to seeing you.

The German looks me over only slightly before shaking her head out of pity at the pathetic excuse of a man before her.

“Rules must be followed,” she said and sighed almost sympathetically before reaching out her hand. “I will hang it up to dry for you.”

Slowly, I reach forward and hand her my only article of clothing. She takes it and flaps out, holding it with her fingers at the hips and then glancing back down at my small soft penis, only the slightest smile of pity before turning to leave.

I look back down. My penis has retracted into my body completely, so it was an inny. And my legs were trembling from the humiliation of having just been forced to expose myself to two women. It was the most sexual experience I’ve ever had, and it was not even sexual. I look up to see Lucia. She lingered, her towel still tied under her shoulders. She’s a goddess giving me a wicked look of derision and a smirk I will never forget.

“Sorry to do that to you, James,” Lucia says sweetly before bouncily returning to the sauna, “but I couldn’t tell. Now I can.”

I was left speechless. It was as if I were nothing more than this woman’s plaything. I’d never felt or looked like less of a man than I did in that moment.

“Close the door on your way back in, won’t you?” she asked.

I did as I was told.

 

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