SPH-THEMED EROTICA STORIES

This reader had an embarrassing photo published in a gay magazine…

So I have a tiny dick. I used to get called ‘wotsit dick.’ But I’m a good-looking guy despite my small size. I got pantsed once, and all the girls saw it. So I got with this cute, nervous girl who fancied me. On holidays together, she always wanted to go nude. We went to a nude beach, and her new gay mate had the biggest cock I’ve ever seen. One day, while we were all pretty drunk, she took a picture of us comparing our dicks on the beach.

Well, we eventually broke up, and she sent that picture of me and her gay friend to a Gay magazine, and they published it. Now the only way this gets back to me is if someone I know purchases the magazine. The size difference between my small dick and his huge cock in that picture is insane. If it comes up, how do I explain that the photo was taken in a drunken moment and just for a laugh while on holiday?

Another reader finds honesty saved his marriage…

My wife seemed to enjoy my 4.5″ hard dick just fine for many years, even having orgasms most of the time we had sex.

Well, over the years, we have done chastity on and off. This time, I opened up to her about being into SPH, and then the floodgates opened. Suddenly, she felt safe to be radically honest for the first time about sex and her needs. She admitted to me that she had been faking it for years during sex, and didn’t even know that she could cum so hard from penetration alone until we started using bigger toys.

Now she feels like she’s been deprived all this time by my tiny dick. I’ve been locked up ever since and have not been in her pussy again for now, going on 4 months now, and honestly, our sex life is easily 10x better than it ever was. She feels empowered to demand what she needs from sex; to not have to put on a show to spare my feelings, not to have to put up with using the wrong tool for the job, and to cum whenever and however she wants.

We’ve discussed it, and since this new dynamic has been so good for us, and we know there’s really never any going back to the way things were, the plan is to keep me locked— and most importantly— to keep me pussy-free until we’re ready to try for kids. And even then, it’ll just be utilitarian; neither one of us expects that my dick will ever be, or is even capable of being, a source of pleasure for her again.

I wouldn’t go back for anything.

Side note: Before you ask, I already told her that I am totally open to her sleeping with other men to get what she needs. In fact, I encourage it. I want her to be fully satisfied. But she isn’t quite open to the idea yet. We’ll see what happens, but regardless, our sex life is absolutely incredible now.

Meanwhile, this reader had a humiliating webcam experience…

I don’t know what I was thinking. I had the whole apartment to myself that evening, and boredom turned into mischief. My wife’s silky red nightgown was hanging on the bathroom door, freshly washed. I stared at it for a second too long. Next thing I knew, I was naked. And slipping it on. It clung to my skin like it had a mind of its own—soft, shiny, and feminine. It barely reached mid-thigh. I looked ridiculous, but a part of me felt… thrillingly exposed. Just for fun, I sat at my desk, turned on the webcam, and opened a chat site.

Biggest. Mistake. Ever.

After skipping through a few random strangers, the screen froze on a Brazilian couple in their late 30s, and my life unraveled. She was tall, tanned, and intimidatingly muscular. Sleeveless crop top, toned abs, gym shorts that hugged her thighs — she looked like someone who deadlifts for breakfast. Her name, I’d later learn, was Camila. Her husband, Diego, sat beside her, relaxed in nothing but boxers. Confident, lean, and clearly packing.

I could tell even before things escalated. Camila looked at me for two seconds, then burst out laughing. “Oh my God, are you serious?” she said, pointing at the screen. “Are you actually wearing your wife’s nightgown?”

I tried to play it cool, but I looked like a deer caught in headlights. “Just messing around,” I mumbled.

Diego leaned in, snorted, and shook his head. “He looks like a sissy waiter at a bachelorette party.”

Camila grinned, her strong arms crossing. “What’s your name, sissy?”

“Satya,” I said.

“Well, Satya,” she said, mockingly sweet. “Why don’t you show us the full outfit? Be a good little doll. Spin.”

I hesitated… then obeyed. I did a slow turn. The gown rose slightly. That’s when Camila narrowed her eyes. “Wait… are you even wearing anything under that?”

I froze.

“Take it off,” she commanded.

I stared, speechless.

“Off. Now. Be a good little Indian boy and show us what you’ve got.”

Something in her tone — commanding, amused — made my hands move on their own. I slipped the gown off and stood there, completely naked. The silence lasted two seconds. Then she erupted into the loudest laughter I’ve ever heard. Camila was literally wheezing. Diego fell back laughing. She slapped the couch and pointed, making the universal 🤏sign.

“Oh my God… is that it?” she said between laughs.

“That’s your manhood? No… No way. That’s not a penis — that’s a polite suggestion!” Diego added, “I’ve seen bigger nipples, bro.”

I covered myself instinctively, but Camila wasn’t having it. “No hiding,” she scolded. “You showed it. Now stand straight. Let the world admire your micro doodle.”

I stood there like a statue, cheeks burning, as she circled her thumb and finger so close together I thought she was making a symbol for dust.

“I swear,” she giggled, “even the skinny college boys at my gym have more meat than that. And they shave.”

Diego laughed, “My god. It looks like a rejected mushroom.”

Then Camila stood up and dragged Diego forward. “Let’s help poor Satya understand what a real man looks like.”

Diego shrugged, stepped forward… and casually dropped his boxers. I couldn’t help it. I gasped. Loudly. It wasn’t even close. He was huge. Thick. Heavy. Proud. Mine could hide behind his without being noticed. Camila caught my reaction and smirked.

“See that? That’s what I call equipment. Yours?” She pointed at me again. “That’s a… USB dongle in power saving mode.” She looked me in the eye and said, “Honestly, Satya, I’ve used hair ties thicker than that.”

I didn’t think it could get worse. I was wrong.

“Turn around,” she ordered. “Let’s see the rest of this little embarrassment.”

I obeyed.

“Now bend over. Knees apart.”

My hands shook as I got on all fours. Camila whistled.

“Look at that! A sad little noodle hanging between two soft buns. I’ve seen more presence in boiled pasta.”

Diego was wheezing. “Looks like it’s hiding from the world.”

Then came the final humiliation. Camila leaned in and said, “You know what, Satya? Next time I do a Zoom call with my gym boys — the ones who actually lift — I’ll bring you on as motivation. ‘See this? Don’t be this.’ You’ll be the ‘before’ pic in a testosterone commercial!”

Just before I could slam the laptop shut, they both leaned in and made kissy faces.

“Bye-bye, baby-sized Satya!”

“Don’t forget to moisturize your ego!”

I logged off in absolute shame. My ego was ground into dust.

While this reader’s wife is a little too honest…

My wife and I were in the car recently, talking about a few fun sexual memories. I said something like, “Yeah, I remember a few times that you actually said that I felt big inside of you when we were fucking.”

She laughed out loud and said, “Honey, I have never once told you that you have a big dick, or felt big inside of me.”

This gay reader is submissive to his husband…

My husband has kept my tiny dick caged in chastity for years now, he makes me ask for permission to cum, and has told me he will never bottom for my pathetic tiny dick. He tells people all the time that I have a tiny pp, including friends, and he can and has forced me to expose my tiny pp to whoever he wants, Friends, random guys at bars, the internet. He regularly puts me in a bra and panties or a thong. He regularly pisses on me while I’m fully dressed and makes me piss my pants. If I’m bad, he ties me down and spanks me. I’m such a sub for him that if he whispers good boy in my ear, my tiny dick reaches its full 3.5” hard, straining in its cage in an instant. He owns my tiny dick and my very limited claim to manhood.

Also, my dom/husband a few years back on Valentine’s Day, after a nice night out. He takes me into bed and decides that, rather than anal sex tonight, he is going to SPH me. So he lays down on his back and has me straddle him so that my little dick touches his big cock, and my balls are also touching his big cock. He then takes out his phone and starts recording as he tells me to jerk my little dick. He takes his big, hard cock and starts smacking my balls hard with it. Hard enough that I bend over in pain, but I’m also incredibly turned on. He does that over and over while making me continue to jerk off.

Makes me admit how much I enjoy having my tiny dick and baby balls abused by his big manly cock. The one time I flinch and try to protect my balls, he smacks my hands away and tells me not to cover them, that this is what they deserve for being so pathetically small. He keeps going with the comments about how pathetic my dick is and what a pathetic faggot I am, until I cum.

This whole thing lasts no more than like 30 seconds, and he laughs and says that’s why he wanted to do that, because he knew he could get me to premature cum and that he was tired and ready for bed, and that I don’t have a real cock to entice him enough to have actual sex with me. On Valentine’s Day, no less.

Another reader recalls the signs that he was about to be dumped…

So we had been together for two years. The last few months of our relationship, she was constantly telling me that she wasn’t being satisfied… I knew it was going to be the end of us (she was basically saying she wanted other cock). Anyway, she started telling me that I have a little dick and would literally laugh at me while I fucked her. Pure humiliation. I hated it but loved it at the same time.

Meanwhile, this reader realizes when enough is enough…

My ex-girlfriend and I had a fantastic sex life while together, until her first time humiliating me in bed. I was oblivious to the fact that she thought I was small. Now, there is no hiding the fact that not only does she think my dick is useless, but she also humiliates me in front of others. Her family has witnessed it, and her mother has almost every damn time.

Knowing that I will never have as good sex as I had with her has become clear to me. I love her. That will always be the case. I do not want to get back with her. It has run its course. We still have a relationship due to my relationship with her children. I help out with projects at her house occasionally. We are friendly most of the time.

Last weekend, she had an old friend from college visit her. The night before she arrived, I stopped in because I was dropping off her youngest. She was outside, so I joined her at her table on the patio. She was having a rough day and needed someone to listen. I did. I just listened, didn’t try to fix it. I just let her blow off some steam. Her youngest was off to a sleepover, and I also left. She texted me a thank you for listening, which led to more talking, and she asked me to come back. I did. We went to bed. We ended up fucking. While it wasn’t ‘lights out’ sex that we used to have, it was good sex. It lasted about 15 minutes. She came, and I came. I lay with her and fell asleep for an hour before she said I’d better go.

A few days later, I was invited over for brunch. Her, her friend, and her mom were all there as I walked into the front door. After meeting her friend, we sat and had a great meal. The conversation led to her saying I was over a few nights previous. Her friend, being curious, asked why. I said that I dropped off her child, my ex shared that we had gone to bed together. Obviously, the girls giggled and asked questions. While I said it was very nice and was acting gentlemanly, my ex shared that it was ok.

“Just ok,” her mom asked.

That’s when my ex picked up a sausage link and said, “Yes, just ok,” and rolled her eyes with a heavy sigh, insinuating that my hard cock was a sausage link-sized disaster.

Again. This bitch humiliated me once again. In front of others. Again. I sat and did a slow burn to avoid making a scene. I was so angry I could’ve chewed on nails. I sat quietly and waited until everyone was done. Once the dishes were being cleared, I made a beeline for the door. She is going out of her way to humiliate me, which was never discussed or requested. Once or twice, no big deal. Five fucking times? Holy shit. Enough. I am done being in the same room as her. No more.

While this female reader was pissed when the package didn’t come as advertised…

I was on a night out, and there was a fit guy, good-looking, looking and all over me. We danced, ground, made out, his hands were all over my body, and the whole night he’d been whispering in my ear what he was going to do to me, and it all sounded amazing, so I was getting really horny. We went back to his place at the end of the night, and after some more making out, my clothes were off, and he’d started using his fingers on me, so I started to take off his clothes, but then when I pulled off his underwear, there was basically nothing there.

I’d usually laugh, but I was expecting so much better, so I just got angry and said, “Is that it?” and he just went silent.

He nodded.

So I told him, “I’m not touching that, and you’re gonna have to go down on me, otherwise I’m leaving.”

So he did what I said, and then when we were done, he asked me to give him something.

So I told him, “Look, maybe if you were honest about your size to begin with, I would have. But not now. If you want to cum, jerk off.”

So he jerked off while I went to sleep.

This reader has found his dream girl…

My girl and I have been together for 7-8 months, and I was quite clear from fairly early on that I like cuckolding/SPH, and she’s been very kind to indulge me. I was so happy to hear that her ex was really hung, it gave us lots of content to work with in the beginning.

A few months in, I told her that I wouldn’t be too mad if she told her friends about my small dick. I’d never said that to a girlfriend before, but I figured, what’s the harm? She kept saying, “Are you sure? Might they giggle? They’ll all think about it when you see them again.”

I said, “Yeah, sure, do it. It sounds hot.”

She then said, “Okay, well, seeing as you’ve given me the go-ahead, maybe it’s time to tell you that I did this months ago, and they all laughed so much.” She said, “I compared you to my ex, showed them the difference with my hands, and even explained that I can cover the whole dick with one hand with nothing poking out the top.”

A tiny part of me felt shocked she’d done that, but I loved that the SPH happened so naturally for her, and she wasn’t just belittling me for my benefit, but her own, too.

Another reader gets teased when he shows his shrunken dick…

So, a few years ago, when I was in the military, there was a guy who would regularly run up and down the halls of the barracks with his cock out. He would chase people and do weird stuff like that. He was a small white guy with an average flaccid size, nothing special. It was pretty funny, and an all-male unit.

One day, he did it, and I said jokingly, “Hey, put your junk away, no one wants to see that.”

He then started goading me to take mine out, and a few other guys started doing the same. I was never one to be ashamed of myself, but I knew I had a small dick. On a good day or pumped up a little, I would be a Bronze Member (5 inches) when erect. When my dick was flaccid, at best, it was about 3 inches.

I said, “Fine, you wanna see my dick?”

While laughing, and while undoing my pants, I squeezed my dick to pump some blood down there, but by the time I had my pants down, it had shrunken up, probably the smallest I’ve ever seen it. It was like just getting out of a cold pool. I’m not sure if it was the nerves or what. It was less than two inches (soft).

Everyone there started laughing, and the guy who started all this said, “Motherfuker, what’s that? A clit?”

I quickly pulled up my pants, and they continued to tease me about it. The teasing pretty much stopped that day. There were a few other comments here and there, but we saw each other naked a lot, and, believe it or not, I wasn’t the smallest soft dick in the unit (there was a guy who had an inch), along with them seeing it on better days when I would hang around 3 inches (soft). I still think about it to this day, and I think that’s why I’m into SPH now. Something about a room of guys laughing at my shrunken dick, the humiliation of it all, makes me hard just thinking about it.

Meanwhile, this reader has the best physiotherapist ever…

I sometimes suffer from a bad lower back, so I have been to a local physiotherapist in the next village several times. She knows lots of people I know, including several of my mates (male and female) and their mums, etc. She is about 30 years older than me and quite chunky, but attractive and good fun. A while back, I tore my groin quite badly when I slipped on the ice. It wouldn’t go, so I went to see her. As normal, she got me to undress down to my boxers.

I lay on the couch and she tried to start her work. However, she quickly realised it was too difficult while I had my boxers on, so she asked if I would be ok if she took them off. I was both excited and terrified! I said okay, but asked her to promise not to tell anyone I’ve got a little dick. She seemed a bit surprised and said, “Oh, I didn’t know. I’m sure it’s not that small. Of course, I won’t tell anyone.”

So she pulled them down to just below my knees. I could see her looking, so I said, “You see what I mean, my penis is very small.”

She almost laughed, but held it in and said, “It’s fine, and it’s probably shrunk because you’re nervous.”

I said, “It’s OK, I know I’ve got a little dick and I don’t mind you admitting it.”

She looked me straight in the eyes and said, “You really don’t mind me telling you you’ve got a little penis?”

I said, “No, it’s fine with me.”

She just giggled and said, “Well, then, I must admit you have got a very small penis—really small.” She giggled again. She then said, “Right, let’s move this little babydick out of the way and see if we can help with your strain.”

At the end, when she’d finished and I got dressed to leave, she winked at me and said, “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone you’ve got a tiny dick.”

😊

While this reader’s hung roommate accidentally ruined his relationship with his girl…

This happened years ago, when I moved into my first apartment. I was young, like 19 or 20. I got a pretty good job, so I decided to move out of my parents into my own apartment. I was starting, so I needed a roommate. He was someone I kind of knew through friends, and we were both looking for a place, so we decided to move in together. At the time, I was dating someone who was a year younger. She had a pretty sheltered upbringing, and I was her first and only at that point in her life.

One night, my girlfriend and I were hanging out in the living room. The roommate was getting ready to go out. He came out of the shower, towel wrapped around his waist. He came through the living room to head towards his bedroom. He was tall, like 6’6”, and thin as hell. As he’s walking through the living room, he bumps into something, and the towel falls off. He was shocked, and it took him a couple of seconds to bend over and grab the towel.

His cock was easily twice the size of mine. I saw my girlfriend look, her face dropped, and she turned bright red. He wrapped the towel around his waist and ran down the hall. That night, after we had sex, we were lying there and she said, “Your roommate has a really big thing! Yours was the first one I’ve seen. I assumed you were average, but his way bigger soft than yours is hard. Do you think it gets bigger?”

I ended up living there for a year, and whenever he was around, I would catch her sneaking peeks at his crotch.

*These SPH experiences have been edited to fix spelling, punctuation, & basic grammar, but the stories have remained the same. Erect dick sizes have been edited to be either Gold, Silver, Bronze, or Average. The opinions/views expressed in these SPH experiences (and in any comments) are those of the authors and do not represent this site. We support freedom of speech. Some of these stories have come from Reddit.