This is a story told to me by a friend who is 35 years old and is a reasonably successful guy. He is also your stereotypical small penis underdeveloped beta male. His name is Nick. I’m giving the real name because there’s no way to trace this back to him. The context is that he has a stepfather, let’s call him Bob, because I won’t use his real name, who is a very, very domineering alpha type. Bob LOVES to exert control over most situations and submissive people when he can. He even talks about dominating weak people and likes to say that strong ones should dominate those who are weak. Growing up, he forced Nick to call him “dad” and “daddy” almost immediately after he started dating the mom, and, of course, Nick just did it. Now, as adults, it’s humiliating to hear Nick call Bob “daddy,” but that’s just the level of control Bob commanded.

The first time I met Bob, Nick introduced him to me as “Bob,” I think, to seem cool. Bob physically and mentally dominated Nick in front of me, to the point where I don’t feel comfortable writing about it. Bob controlled Nick’s every move, and he still controls many things. Like he didn’t let Nick take a promotion at work because he said he wasn’t “up to it.” Nick has willingly given Bob control of the inheritance his mom and dad left to Nick. When we were growing up, he basically forced Nick to ditch his friends to hang out with a group of 5 guys who were also very stereotypical alpha jocks. They were generally skilled in every sport and were all very masculine, popular, and so on. The kind of guys people say “big dick energy” about. Nick was mediocre at sports, but he was still good enough to be on their teams up until college. He’d often be on the bench or sub for the towel boy or whatever, but there were also times when he played and was sort of accepted as “one of the guys.” Their dads were all Bob’s friends, which is part of the reason Bob forced Nick to hang with them. I hung out with them occasionally, if I happened to be on the same team, but the guys were too immature for me, so I never spent too much time with them. I also wasn’t willing to put up with their shit often and called them out on it so I think they were intimidated by me.

I’m fairly certain that after college, they all lost touch for a while as one went to graduate school, one to medical school, and one started a business, among other things. Eventually, they reconnected in 2020, when everybody was at home due to COVID-19. They started making plans for this annual tradition of everyone taking a week to go to the lake house of one of the dads, “Steve.” Steve is an orthopedic surgeon, and he is very wealthy. In addition to his wealth, his family has a significant amount of “old money.” That said, he is a very nice person, especially considering his immense power. They have this huge secluded lake house in Michigan. Nick did not want to participate in the tradition of going to the lake house because, even though they were all supposed to be friends, he had previously experienced bullying from those guys related to the size of his genitalia. I only saw it happen once or twice. He says that it happened way more than that but that it wasn’t “terrible,” just enough that he was happy to “lose touch” with those guys.

Regarding his penis, Nick says he is 4 inches hard. I have seen him, and maybe on a good day, he’s 4 inches. His dick is short, skinny, and he has little balls. He’s so small that his sack doesn’t even hang; it’s just a little bump. When his dick is soft it can go inside his body. The first time I ever saw an “innie” penis was Nick’s. He says his penis becomes an “innie” because he is chubby but he isn’t THAT chubby. Also, his penis would go inside his body even before he gained weight. I don’t contradict or call him out on this just because I already feel very sorry for him, so I understand that he wants to save face. He’s a nice guy, and he goes out of his way to please others. He shaves to “make it look bigger,” but honestly, the only thing that it does is make him look like a woman when he’s very soft. I thought about telling him not to shave, but honestly, it’s just so funny, and I’m already being so kind to him by even being his friend that I’ve never told him.

Even though Nick didn’t want to take part in the lake house tradition, Bob basically forced him to go. To hear Nick tell the story, he was on the verge of tears, saying “no, please, I don’t wanna go” and coming up with many excuses, but he couldn’t tell Bob the reason he wanted to avoid the guys. It took them a bit to actually make the plans, but they have been going to the lake house since 2021. Nick basically endures it and tries to make the best of it. Usually, he comes back with a story about how they mocked him in some way or made him feel like the beta that he is. This story is about what happened this year (2025) when they were all together at the lake house. I am including it in the first person because that’s how he initially wrote it. However, I edited some parts for grammatical accuracy and to include details that I had previously omitted. Here it is:

It wasn’t very good; I cried more than I did last year. The first day, we were supposed to go to the lake as a group, but I couldn’t find my bathing suit. I asked Bob where it was because he had come home and packed my things for me, as he usually does. Bob said it was somewhere in my suitcase, and he looked for it but couldn’t find it. (Of course, he threw my clothes all over the floor, then told me to clean them up “right now”). We were supposed to go into town the next day, so I said it wasn’t a big deal that we couldn’t buy a new bathing suit that day. He told me I wasn’t going to do that and insisted I was going in the lake with “the men.” He added: “You’re always such a pussy about these trips, why can’t you be like [the men].”

You know I don’t tell him anything when he gets like this because I don’t want to make him mad, so I just let it go.

He said that we could ask the other guys if they had a spare bathing suit. There were a total of 10 other guys, so I figured someone would have something to say. After he changed into his bathing suit, we met up with the other guys downstairs. We asked if anyone had a spare bathing suit, but nobody did. I said I could drive into town to buy a new one because it was only 40 minutes, but, of course, Bob insisted I was not “allowed to” do that because it was “not on the schedule.” You know I don’t like fighting with him in front of people because of how he gets so I said, “Ok, then I’ll just jump into the lake in my underwear.”

Bob didn’t even think about it and simply said I wasn’t going to do that because he had counted the number of clean underwear I had. He only brought the exact amount. I had to set aside the embarrassment of my 66-year-old stepdad telling everyone he picked out my undies for me. At first, I was going to argue with him that I could go in my undies. Then, I remembered that the underwear he packed for me were these really small and tight tighty-whities. I know those undies are TOTALLY see-through when wet, so I was trying to spare myself the embarrassment. Honestly, if he let me buy my own, I would have had some underwear I could use for swimming. Additionally, if I had been allowed to pack on my own, this would not have happened. But I was too scared to argue, so I said he was right and that it wasn’t a good idea to jump in my undies.

Honestly, I didn’t even want to get into the lake with those guys, so I assumed that I would sit this out, but then Bob goes, “You will just go naked.”

At first, I thought it was a joke, but then I realized he was serious. I know my stepdad. He was going to try to force me to be naked in front of everyone, and I was going to let him.

*****

I made some really pathetic attempts to get out of this, saying it wasn’t fair that the other guys could wear clothes and I had to be naked, and he said, “You’ve all been in locker rooms before, so it doesn’t matter.”

The dads all agreed and made little quips about how our generation have such “little balls” that we don’t dare be naked in front of each other like we all have “micro dicks.” I don’t think they were saying it was specific to me because Mike’s dad (I always forget his name) said: “You don’t have that problem, do you, little buddy, so you’ll jump in?”

The guys could barely hold back the laughter because they have seen me and made fun of me, they **know* what I (don’t) have. I couldn’t tell if Mike’s dad knew I was small and he was small, or if he was mocking me, but I tried to stand up for myself and said, “No, it’s ok, I will wait until tomorrow.”

Steve’s son, Steve Jr., jumped in and said “Nickie’s got a little dicky that’s why he’s ashamed. We called him Nickie dicky throughout senior year and college.”

I don’t know if that was even true, but before I could argue, I realized that if they’d been calling me that behind my back, I’d just be humiliated to find out, so I just said: “No, that’s not the reason! I’m just worried other people will see and we can get in trouble, that’s all.”

I realized the minute I said it how weak I looked and how effeminate my voice sounded, but at least I said something.

As the conversation continued, I started to feel more anxious. I just wanted to cry and had a pit in my stomach that caused my dick to shrink all the way down to just an inch. Steve Sr. intervened and said, “Is that all? You are not embarrassed?”

I thought about telling him the truth, but I know Bob would never let me live it down, and that my friends would just pounce at the opportunity to humiliate me even more. I couldn’t say anything, so I just silently nodded and said “Yes, sir,” while fighting back tears.

Then Steve Sr. said, “Perfect. If that’s your only concern, then there’s no problem. There are only two other houses on this corner of the lake, and both of the families have left for the summer. The other people are far away and can’t see anything.”

Steve Jr. jumped in and said, “When it comes to Nick, nobody can see anything.”

Almost everyone laughed. Steve Sr. punched Steve Jr. and said, “You’re almost 40, be serious, you don’t make fun of other guys for that.” Then he added, “By the way, the [two other families] asked us to check out their places, so let’s remember to do that. Still, Nickie, sweetie, nobody is going to see your thingie, so you don’t have to worry.” He pinched my cheek like I was a woman he was flirting with.

So, I was stuck. I had said I only had one reason, and now the reason was gone. I tried to come up with other excuses, but honestly, I didn’t come up with anything and just said, “No, it’s OK. I don’t have to go.”

The guys just kept at it, saying I was afraid of being naked. At some point, they even said, “We’ll join you later and skinny dip.”

But I know what that means. That’s what they did to me last time, remember? At that time, I was the only one streaking. I thought about just getting naked so they’d stop teasing me because the guys have seen me already. Bob didn’t know my size exactly, but he had caught me jerking off after he took off the locks from my room, and at least all those times, I was hard. Now I was basically at an inch. I didn’t want to show the older men how small I was, because I had seen that they all had big bulges. I kept trying to get out of it, and I could tell that Bob was getting mad, but I couldn’t be naked in front of those guys.

At some point, Bob lost it. He put down the items he was carrying and, with his left arm, pulled my shirt over my head. Instinctively, I tried to grab the shirt so he wouldn’t take it off, which made him grab both my arms with his hands. You know he has those huge arms, so all that it took was one of his to hold one of mine. He was holding me in place with my hands, and I couldn’t let go. Then he started taking off my belt and unbuttoning my pants. It was so humiliating. He didn’t even do it quickly. He did it slowly and methodically, intentionally. He is way stronger than I am so that I couldn’t do anything. I was just squirming and whimpering. Because my shirt was over my head, I couldn’t see anything. I overheard one of the dads saying, “Don’t take a picture of this, come on.”

And one of the guys said, “It’s not a picture. It’s a video.”

I started crying, but Bob had me down to my tighty whities. He hadn’t done this in about a decade.

Bob slowly pulled down my underwear, which caused everyone to burst out laughing when I was nude. Finally, he pulled my shirt off really quickly and stepped out of my pants. I couldn’t move. He pushed me, and my legs got caught on my pants, so I just tripped and fell totally naked. The guys laughed even louder. Without even thinking to cover myself, I tried to regain my footing and ran towards him to get my clothes back. He kept them over his head, and since he is so much taller than I am, I was basically jumping over him, trying to get my clothes. I begged him, “Dad, please give me my clothes back,” but it just made him laugh a little. He then threw my clothes to Steve Sr.

He said,” If you want them, go and get them.”

I ran towards Steve Sr. to try to get my clothes when I realized that I wasn’t even trying to cover myself up. My friend John looked like he had been recording, so I instinctively covered myself up. As a “man,” being naked and covering up your genitals is humiliating because even though people can’t see. They can tell your genitals are small enough that they can be covered so easily. I was really grateful that Steve Senior is such a nice guy because he tossed the clothes back to Bob and said, “Oh, come on, let him wear his little thong,” referring to my underwear. “You can clearly tell that he’s embarrassed,” he added.

At this point, I was crying, so I said, “Daddy, please, please give me my clothes back. I’ll be a good boy, I’ll do whatever you want, please.”

Usually, if I call him daddy, especially if I do it in front of other guys, he goes easier on me. I think he must’ve noticed how upset I was because his laughter turned to a serious face, and he looked down at me and said, “Look, honey, we have already seen everything. We are all supposed to be men here, and you guys have also seen each other naked. I have seen all the guys naked. The guys have seen you all naked. So it doesn’t matter. This is just what is going to happen.” I broke before he added, “Besides, the guys are going to take off their bathing suits at some point, they said.” The minute he said, “This is just what is going to happen,” I lost it. That is what he says when he has made up his mind. I put my head down and didn’t say anything, but I knew what that meant, so I just put my head down and accepted it. He smiled and said, “OK, now that that little tantrum is over, we can go.”

Although I had resigned myself to being naked, I asked if I could at least wear my shirt on the way to the lake. Part of what I was doing was stalling. Nobody could tell but while I was covering myself, with my right hand I was trying to fluff my dick so it would look bigger, and then with my left hand I was just covering my right hand. Bob said, “We have already talked about what is going to happen.”

I squealed and said, “It’s not fair, the other guys get to have shirts!”

Bob rolled his eyes and said, “OK. You can wear the shirt.”

He held out my shirt as if to help me put it on. Luckily, by that point, my dick had grown to like an inch and a half so it wasn’t an innie, but my shirt plan backfired. First of all, to put on the shirt, I had to stop covering myself. Secondly, my shirt was actually a bit tight. I couldn’t pull it below my pubic area to cover my penis. So I was just awkwardly squirming and covering it with my hands so the guys couldn’t see. Bob noticed what I was doing. He told me I needed to help carry things to the lake and gave me two medium-sized coolers, one for each hand. He just completely exposed me. The two coolers were heavy enough and big enough that I couldn’t actually put them in front of me to cover up so I was just showing my shaved little penis and nonexistent testicles to all these men who I knew were way bigger than I am.

To be fair, I had never seen any of the dads. Still, I know from past experiences, having seen them wear boxers around the lake house, that they are all hung, especially Steve Sr. I was just broken, and honestly, I could tell that my friends were starting to feel sorry for me regarding what my stepdad had done. Nobody was saying anything and everyone was just looking really awkward and giving me half smiles and trying not to snicker or laugh at my penis. When we stepped outside, the situation worsened. First of all, there were a lot of other people in the lake, at least three different groups of 4 to 7 people.

They were all a lot closer to us than Steve Sr. said. The breeze hit me and I started shrinking. I could feel it happen. I thought nobody had noticed anything until Jon‘s dad said under his breath, “Boy, that Bob sure is one cold S.O.B.”

John then said, “No, the one that’s cold is Nickie.”

Everyone burst out laughing, even Bob. In fact, looking at him, he had the most self-satisfied look I have ever seen in my life, as if he had planned the whole thing.

 

The End.

 

 

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