This reader plays truth or dare…

We were drinking with my friend and his girlfriend at the end of the party, playing truth or dare, when I saw my wife and my friend’s girlfriend whispering and giggling, and then my wife dared us to compare cocks, and I was drunk and half hard because her girlfriend and my friend’s girlfriend were dressed like sluts and were making out all night. I whip my half-hard dick out, and my friend’s girlfriend giggles at how small it is. I’m usually 4.5 inches hard, but this was more like 3.5″ as I was semi-hard. So it looked like a hard micropenis. When he pulled his soft cock put it was like a baby’s arm holding an apple, and my wife just laughed very loudly and enthusiastically. Then my friend’s girlfriend dared my wife to suck it…

After she accepted the dare, my friend looked at me to make sure I was ok. I just nodded blankly, indicating it was fine, and he walked over to my wife, who was sitting on the couch. She grabbed his soft cock and started sucking his balls, and he instantly got hard, and his dick was covering her entire head. She laughed and said she hadn’t seen one that size since college, and attempted to deep throat him and got 7/8 inches down, but he thrusted and pushed her down, and she got it all the way in before gagging.

After she came up for air, she pulled her tits out and he spat on them and she opened her tits to let him fuck them. His dick was poking her neck, so she started sucking his tip free with every thrust, and he said he was about to cum. She stopped and said, “Not before I get my pussy stretched,” and she got on all fours, and he put his face up to eat her ass, and she started moaning. After a minute, she begged him to fuck her, and he put his rock-hard cock in her pussy, and I could see from my POV how fucking soaked his cock was, so she was very horny.

My wife beckoned me to come over and get her head. Still, when I was in position my friend put his hand on the back of her neck and fucked her brains out so she couldn’t give me head so I started jerking off and my wife looked up at me like she was about to cry and I asked if she was ok and she just screamed, “oh god yes I’m gonna squirt really hard.”

Her pussy pushed his giant cock out, and he held her arms down just above her ass crack and started railing her, and it sounded like someone dumped a bucket of water on the couch. He pulled out, and a giant stream of squirt got everywhere, and then he thrusted in again, and she squirted more. He put his thumb in her ass and was like moving her hips with his other four fingers and he started moaning violently and blew a huge load, half of it in her half of it on her ass.

My wife told his girlfriend, “Thank you for the best dick of my life.”

His girlfriend told her she can fuck him whenever because she deserves to be fucked that good every time, and kind of looked at my small dick with pity, and I nervously laughed and said, “It was a wonderful show and they can do it again whenever they want,” and they do. She fucks him like once a month.

Another reader went to a massage parlour…

I was working in Bristol (SW England) about 20 years ago and realised there was a massage parlour/brothel very near the hotel. One night, I plucked up courage and went in. There were a couple of women to choose from: one, I would say, in her 50s, slim, and a younger one, a BBW. I guess in her late 20s. I paid my money and went in, had a shower, and soon the woman joined me. I could tell she wasn’t impressed with my size (3.75 inches hard) straight away.

Anyway, she gave me a bit of a massage before quickly trying to put a condom on. The ones in the room were all extra large, so she had to go out to reception, and I could hear her telling the maid and the other woman she had not seen a dick that small since she was in kindergarten. Anyway, she came back in, giggling, put the small-sized condom on me, and then climbed on top.

She then made sure my dick didn’t get anywhere near going in properly. After five minutes, she told me to leave and gave me half my money back. As I was leaving, the three of them were giggling to themselves. That was the worst humiliation I had up to then. I cried myself to sleep.

Meanwhile, this reader went to a massage school…

There was a massage school next town over from where I live. Periodically, they would host clinics so that students could apply what they had learned in a practical setting. The charge for the massage was extremely reasonable, considering students would be doing the massages. I would go whenever there was a clinic, because who doesn’t want a cheap massage?

Ever since my first massage, I’d always been concerned with getting an erection while on the table, because I’m a member of the small dick club (4” rock hard). I had checked in, and a really cute student who was just my type came out of the lounge, cute face, dark hair and eyes, good-sized breasts, and of course a butt.

I saw her and thought, if she is my masseuse, I will not be able to relax at all, because I would be worried about my little fella standing straight up, and I would be totally embarrassed in front of this gorgeous woman. At the check-in desk, she gets her assignment and, of course, calls my name. She walks me back to the area where she is working.

She tells me to undress as much as I am comfortable. Even though I was nervous about getting an erection, I stripped all the way down, lay face down on the table, and covered myself. When it’s time for me to turn over onto my back, something happens. As I am turning over, the sheet starts falling. Instinctively, I grab it.

But I was unsure if she had seen my dick or not. As I am lying on my back, it happens, my dick stands straight up. I open my eyes quick to try and see if she had noticed. I see her look at my crotch quickly and smirk. After the massage, I am dressed and meet her out in the hall. She is talking with three other female students, and they are all giggling. When they see me, they stop. I was so embarrassed. I had her for the next two visits, and of course, my little dick did not fail to embarrass me.

While this reader is mistaken for a minor on a cam website because of his size…

Occasionally, I enjoy visiting video chat sites and having a bit of fun. Typically, I just get hard and stroke it as I scroll through the options. The camera is usually angled so it shows my torso and legs a bit, but my dick is already out. Last week, I did this for about three days in a row, and a girl would appear in the rotation, but she would skip immediately every time.

After striking out for the whole last day, I pulled my blanket up and moved so that my camera was positioned to show a different part of the room. I figured maybe my dick being the first thing they saw and the lighting could affect women skipping me.

Eventually, that same girl popped up. I’m not sure what her face looked like, but she was tan and had an amazing body. She wasn’t naked, but showing a ton of cleavage. Amazingly, this time she didn’t skip.

We chatted for a little bit, and then things started to heat up. I began to stroke my dick under my blanket, and she started teasing the hell out of me with her tits. Finally, she told me she wanted to see my ‘big cock.’

I leaned back, adjusted the camera, and dropped the blanket. Revealing all 3.5 rock-hard inches. Her hand instantly went to her mouth, and she stopped moving.

“Have you been on here the last couple of days?!” she asked.

“Yeah. We have seen each other a few times, but you always skip,” I said.

She laughed and apologized and wouldn’t tell me why she kept skipping. Finally, I got it out of her. “I kept skipping because I saw your tiny dick and didn’t think you were old enough to be on here.”

We kind of laughed about it, and she changed her verbiage and told me all about how she wanted me to stroke my little dick until I came.

This reader discovered his girlfriend is a size queen…

This is back when my ex and I were first beginning to explore the kinkier side of our relationship. To this point, I had no idea she thought my dick was small and unsatisfying. We had decided to try pegging, so we ordered one of those pegging starter kits. It had the strap-on harness and five or six dildos. She had been wanting to do this for a long time, and I secretly had been wanting the same.

The package finally arrived, and she couldn’t wait to open it before she even made it inside. We stood in the living room and unboxed it. She pulled the harness out and then started going through the dildos. She started with the smallest first. I guess because it was at the top of the box. It was maybe a little bit bigger than me in length and girth. She quickly tossed it over her shoulder on the couch.

“Dunno why they even sell one that size. Nobody wants that tiny shit,” she said, annoyed.

She didn’t even think twice about saying it and kept digging in the box. The dildos kept getting bigger, and so did her excitement. She finally got to the. Biggest one. It was ten inches long.

“Hope you’re ready. THIS is a real cock!” she said with excitement.

I later found out it was about the same size as the last guy she was hooking up with before me. What she didn’t notice in her excitement was that I had walked behind her and picked up the smallest dildo/the one she discarded in a huff. She turned around, and I was completely hard, holding the dildo next to my dick, showing it was bigger than my dick by two inches and much thicker.

She realized what she had said. “It’s different when it’s a real one! Yours is perfect, baby!” she said, quickly moving on and getting me and that huge dildo into the bedroom.

Another reader gets some unexpected help from his wife…

My wife (33) and I (35) have been in a poly/hotwife/cuckold relationship for several years. Although we have talked about how good her other partners fuck her or how big their cocks were, we have never gotten into humiliation.

Lately, I’ve been dealing with some ED/delayed ejaculation issues, which have been a struggle for us both (thanks to my prostate). Usually, this has ended up with me trying to jerk my semi-hard dick off while she lays next to me and talks to me. This would sometimes work, but more often than not, I would just give up… Until a couple of days ago, when I had given up trying to fuck and moved to jerking off, and she said, “Oh, yeah. You going to jerk that useless little limp dick off? Are you going to make that pathetic little dick cum?”

We were both surprised when I arrived almost immediately. Who knows if this will lead anywhere else, but I thought you all would enjoy hearing about this unprompted but sexy SPH from my wife!

Meanwhile, this reader has an airport encounter…

I enjoy some small penis teasing, and I also wear an assortment of glans (head) and cock rings. This happened on my recent trip. I always wear a glans ring even while traveling. As I was going through the security body scan, I started to step out when the TSA agent told me they needed to re-scan me, so I stepped back in for the second scan. When it was complete, the TSA agent directed me to come through. Only she didn’t wave me through with her hand or even her index finger. She used her pinky, and as I stepped over to get my luggage, she winked and said, “Cute.”

I am pretty sure I know what she meant. Well, you know that got a rise out of me, especially when she saw me adjusting and smiled.

While this reader is thinking about the vibes…

I recently found out that my girlfriend’s best friend brags that her boyfriend is hung like a horse. Honestly, having known her for a while, this is quite shocking because she is normally a timid girl and has a more cutesy vibe. This is the opposite of my girlfriend, who is very hot in a bad bitch sexy way lol, but I’m a bronze member of the small dick club. I wonder if, when people see the two of them, they would assume the men’s sizes must be flipped. Does my girlfriend give off big cock vibes, and when they see her friend, do they expect someone more my size to match her vibes?

I was talking to my girlfriend about this, and she was saying she definitely gives off big dick energy and would be humiliated if people knew that her man was a member of the small dick club. She told me to keep that fact a secret so she could save face. She also joked a little about me being lucky since she’s way out of my dick’s league, but I guess I make up for it by being a good boyfriend. Just thinking about it gets me so hot. All these guys are intimidated by her, afraid they’re not man enough to handle her, but little do they know, they have way more in their pants than what she is getting each night.

This reader sends out a warning…

My wife and I are in the lifestyle. Have been for ten years now. We have had some crazy experiences. Some are so personal that I have hesitated to share. However, this story isn’t so much about humiliation as it serves as a warning.

My wife went to a local city gym in a nearby town. This guy would always flirt with her. He was a gym rat. Tall, extremely fit (likely due to steroids), and very personable. He would give my wife tips, fix her form, and help spot her. Eventually, they exchanged numbers.

After texting for a while, she went on a date with him. She had a blast. They made out at the end of the night, and my wife was definitely willing, but he didn’t push it.

They started coordinating going to the gym together. This led to her giving him a blowjob in the parking lot. They slept together that night. She told me every detail. He was average in length, but his girth was like a Coke can. She laughed when telling me he had almost nonexistent testicles. I assume from the steroid abuse.

He was also married, but his wife was not aware of the affair, and they weren’t in an open relationship. He was unaware I knew. But aware he was more well-endowed and sexually satisfying than I. A humiliating fact that my wife and I enjoyed playing with.

They consistently dated for two months. At minimum, he was fucking my wife twice a week. No strings attached. She had given him plenty of blowjobs, but I think I had swallowed more of his cum than hers when I would kiss her pussy after she got home. My wife had a fairly large clit. It would still be engorged, and the side next to her lips would be swollen and red with hints of blue bruising. Most of the time, she would still have a small gap.

But he started to catch feelings for her. He was taking her shopping, buying expensive gifts, taking her to nice restaurants, and spoiling her. He talked about how bad his relationship was and how much he was falling for her. She made it clear she had no intentions of leaving me.

Around December, he got her a digital Advent calendar. It included expensive gifts, such as jewelry from Kendra Scott, Coach purses, and other gift cards. On Christmas, he gave her an engagement ring. She gave it back to him and ended the relationship.

We decided to take a vacation and get away. We were gone for a week. When I arrived home, I noticed my work truck’s door handle was broken. My heart raced because there was expensive stuff in the vehicle. But nothing was missing after I searched for it. I checked the house, and nothing was missing. It was strange, but I wrote it off as a bored kid or an accident.

My wife had blocked his number, and she stopped going to that gym. But he would message her on Facebook, randomly run into her out in public, and leave notes on her car. When I went back to work, I took my vehicle to the shop. I dropped it off and went about my day.

Around noon, a close buddy who works at the shop called me. He told me to hurry and come to the shop. When I arrived, he showed me a red lunch box that had been tucked away behind my driver’s seat and wrapped in a blue shop towel. It contained various needles filled with some kind of substance and baggies of weed. I immediately told him it wasn’t mine. He properly disposed of the box and its contents.

We are still active in the lifestyle. But I’m confident he planted the drugs in my work vehicle to try to get me fired. As hot as the pictures, videos, and dirty talk she shared were, it has been an eye-opening experience. We love our stories, but I urge you to use caution. It has made us more diligent and patient in our adventures.

While this reader admits his SPH obsession is getting out of control…

I’m 27, a virgin, and my botched circumcision left me with what I can only describe as a pathetic micropenis—barely an inch, useless, and a constant source of shame. For the last six months, I’ve been blowing ridiculous amounts of cash on camgirls, chasing the rush of small penis humiliation that makes my heart pound and my face burn. It’s become my obsession, and I can’t stop.

Every session starts the same. I log on, already hard from the anticipation, and show them my tiny dick. The camgirls’ reactions are everything—some giggle instantly, others smirk and lean closer to their screens, their eyes gleaming with cruel delight. “Is that it?” one sneered last week, her voice dripping with mockery. “My pinky’s bigger than that, you little clit-dick loser.”

The names hit like a drug. The call me pindick, babydick, useless nub, man clit, acorn dick, button boy, sissy, and so many more. I eat it up, my cheeks flaming as I stroke what little I’ve got. They love to up the ante. One girl, a stunning brunette with a wicked grin, snapped screenshots of my pathetic dick, laughing as she promised to show her friends. “They won’t believe this tiny thing exists,” she taunted, zooming in on her camera to make sure I saw her save the pics.

Another time, a redhead pulled out a massive dildo—supposedly her boyfriend’s size—and held it up next to her face. “This is a real cock,” she said, waving it at me. “Yours doesn’t even qualify, shrimp.”

I nearly came right then, the contrast of her boyfriend’s huge cock against my pitiful nub driving me wild.

The wildest sessions are when I lean into my cumdump fantasy. I slather my face with fake cum, thick globs dripping down my chin, and tell them a group of guys just used me as their slut. One blonde camgirl lost it, calling me a ‘cum-slurping sissy’ and demanding I lick it off for her. She took a video, giggling as she said she’d send it to her boyfriend to show him what a “worthless cuck” looks like. The humiliation burns so good I can’t stop chasing it.

I know it’s messed up, spending a fortune to be degraded like this, but every cruel laugh, every snapshot they take, every comparison to a ‘real man’s cock’ sends me deeper into this SPH spiral.

Another female reader is not impressed with a date…

You know the type. Broad chest, deep voice, thick hands— That ‘I’m gonna break you’ attitude. He looked like a walking fuck. Like the kind of guy who’d pin you down and leave your legs shaking. I wanted to believe the hype. He kept teasing, touching, whispering filth in my ear. But the second his pants hit the floor, the illusion collapsed. I blinked. Once. Twice. And then I realized he was serious. That was it. That sad, soft little thing between his legs.

It looked timid, like it wanted to crawl back inside. Like it knew it didn’t belong on a man like that. I didn’t even laugh. That would’ve been too kind. Instead, I leaned in slowly, kissed the tip like I was saying goodbye to a mistake, and whispered: “So much bark for something I wouldn’t even call a bite.”

He turned red. Tried to argue. Tried to explain. I just smiled and slipped my panties back on.

“Next time, baby, don’t talk like a man if you’re built like a fucking afterthought,” I quipped as I pushed him out the door.

And just like that, the ‘bull’ left with his tail between his legs.

Meanwhile, this reader learned that a now ex wasn’t happy with their sex life…

I feel like there are so many variables that it’s difficult to determine what makes us the way we are. However, I think certain events and behaviors can mold us one way or the other, as illustrated in the following story. This was with my first girlfriend. The girl I lost my virginity to. I was 18, she was 19. We dated, we had sex, we had a lot of sex. She had been with nine guys before me. The last one was a one-year relationship, and he had a large cock. (She didn’t tell me. Other people did)

Our sex life seemed great. However, one night at a house party with friends, I drank too much and passed out early. While I was sleeping, everybody else was having fun, playing games, and all that. Somehow, dick size was a subject, and the girls were telling stories. My girlfriend told everybody, “Jai’s only four inches hard, and it sucks. The only way he can make me cum is with his mouth. God, it’s so frustrating.”

My buddy told me this in the morning. He also told me she was flirting with him, and I should break up with her. I kept prying, and he admitted he gave in and fucked my girlfriend. He blamed the booze and that she’s so hot. Whatever. At least he told me. She admitted what happened was true, said she felt bad, and all that crap. We dated for about another month before we broke up. She and my buddy started dating immediately after we broke up. I’m no longer friends with him. And since then, I’ve always been obsessed with having a small penis.

While this reader has some fun with his girlfriend…

My girlfriend and I have a thing going on. When we are at work, we used to send each other NSFW (Not Safe for Work) things. It can be nudes of ourselves, pictures or videos we find online, and sometimes links to funny/nasty crap. Yesterday, my girlfriend sent me pictures of Anne Hathaway from her younger days. We discussed her briefly. Then I sent a RedGif link of a video where you can see a guy walking outside with his soft dick out, exposing himself in public.

And she text me back, ‘His softie is bigger than your dick fully hard 😂😂’

Ouch!

This reader has put himself in a cycle of self-destruction…

I’m writing this with a knot in my stomach, ashamed to admit what I’ve been doing. Like Leonardo da Vinci, who confessed in his journals to visiting bathhouses to ogle naked men, I’ve been sneaking into gym locker rooms with a twisted purpose. It’s not just about voyeurism. It’s a sick need to compare myself, to see how other men’s cocks stack up against my own pitiful excuse for one. I’m obsessed with feeling inferior, especially when it comes to guys dating women I crave. I want to know what they’ve got that I never will, and it’s humiliating to admit how much I revel in my own inadequacy.

During my master’s program, I was head over heels for this stunning Italian-Hungarian girl, Zsofia. Her beauty was unreal- dark hair, olive skin, a laugh that made my heart ache. She had been in a long-distance relationship with Marco for four years. When I heard he was joining her, my obsession kicked into overdrive. I had to know what she was getting, what made him worthy of her. So, I did something despicable. I followed Marco to his gym. I signed up for a day pass, pretending to work out, but really, I was there to sneak into the locker room and catch a glimpse of him. I wanted to see the cock she’d been enjoying, hoping and praying he’d be small, that I’d have some shred of hope.

But when I saw him in the showers, my world crumbled. Marco was hung like a stallion, easily in the top 1% of every guy I’ve ever seen. His cock was thick, long, commanding. Everything mine isn’t. I’m three inches hard, a pitiful micropenis that’s been the source of my shame forever. Standing there, I felt emasculated and defeated, as if the universe were laughing at me. Envy burned in my chest. Sadness choked me. Why did he get to be so well-endowed while I’m cursed with this tiny nub? It wasn’t fair.

Worse, I couldn’t stop staring. A sick part of me wanted him to catch me, to smirk at my inadequacy. I even fantasized about him telling Zsofia, both of them cackling over my tiny manhood, bonding over how I’d never measure up. In that moment, I didn’t just want her. I wanted him. I’m such a loser, consumed by this degrading fetish, forever stuck comparing my worthless self to men like Marco, who make me feel like nothing.

While our last reader’s wife made him feel awkward at a swingers resort…

My wife and I attended a swingers’ hotel takeover. Had fun all night mingling and so on. I’m a larger guy, so my wife is used to seeing my cock (I’m 4″ soft and 8″ hard). She kept commenting to me how small guys dicks were at the nude pool. She told me, “Jesus, this pool is babydick central.” Not loud enough for everyone to hear, though.

After four hours of drinking, she was pretty drunk. We walked into one of the playrooms they had set up. When we walked in, several couples were playing. One was a guy in good shape getting blown by a cute chick. When he turned, he was packing a slim, four-inch hard dick. My wife loudly says, “Holy shit, look at that babydick. I bet she can deep throat that thing pretty easily. In fact, it probably doesn’t even touch the back of her throat.”

The woman who was blowing the guy looked up and smiled at my wife. Almost as if she were co-signing her statement, it was quite uncomfortable. Til this day, my wife says she whispered it, but when she’s drunk, her whispers are like she’s in a helicopter over a Metallica concert.

*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.