This reader takes his girlfriend to a nude beach…

I (24M) have been with my girlfriend (24F) for a few years now, and have expressed to her that I am into SPH. She was never really into it, so I just let it be something that I kept to myself. However, I recently shared a story here that involved me getting humiliated by her hot cousins at a pool/jacuzzi. Since then, I’ve talked to her about it more, and she has seemed slightly more interested in SPH. She doesn’t seem comfortable enough to make jokes, but is open to talking about how my dick is well below average. Keep in mind that I am the only person that my girlfriend has had sex with.

I brought up the idea of going to a nude beach, since she likes being naked around the house casually, not really sexually. I was hoping that I would get some reactions to my dick that she would notice, and maybe see bigger cocks. The first time we went, it was a fail. There were very few people on the beach, and they were mostly older individuals who weren’t fully undressed either. I convinced her to go back with me the following day. She must have liked it the first time because she said yes.

The beach had a lot more people our age this time. There may have been an event happening or something else. After we get undressed, we start to walk up and down the beach by the water. I knew that this time, I’d get some reactions. Everyone was naked was shaved/waxed. And even the guys with the smallest cocks were like four inches soft. They made me look small. I also rock a full bush that almost covers my little dick. I did not see any other person there with a full bush, let alone a bush as big as mine. We walked past a group of college-aged girls who were playing soccer. A few of them were PAWGs.

They weren’t undressed, though. As we walked by, I saw that one of them looked at me and started talking into the ear of another girl. She then looked at me, too, and they giggled. I don’t believe my girlfriend saw their reaction that time, unfortunately. But we then walked by two MILFs in their 30s/40s who were walking in the opposite direction. I was wearing sunglasses and turned my head a bit away so that they would think I wasn’t looking at them. But I was side-eying them, and they stared at my penis the whole time as they walked by.

My girlfriend noticed and said, “Wow, that was rude.”

I laughed and said that it was okay and normal.

As we were walking back to our spot, we passed the girls playing soccer again. The same two girls said something to the others, and before I knew it, they paused their soccer game. They were still kicking the ball back and forth, clearly trying not to make it too obvious that they all wanted to see what was so funny. There were now around eight girls glancing back and forth at me, some covering their mouths as if they wanted to laugh. Some of them even seemed more grossed out than humored.

My girlfriend noticed this too and said, “I guess it is normal.”

We sat down in our area for a few hours, and my dick got a few more glances from women who walked by. Multiple well-endowed guys walked past us throughout the day. My cock is about 1.5 inches when soft, so pretty much every guy that walked by was at least three times bigger, some more (I’m talking soft cocks here, as you’re not allowed to walk around with a boner on a nude beach). The biggest was a guy we saw who looked about 8 inches taller than us. But even the guys with average cocks made mine look oddly tiny. Especially, because most of the people on the beach were shaved/waxed. Again, I have an impressive full bush that almost covers my nub.

My girlfriend didn’t say anything at all about comparing me to the other guys, or anything about the guys at all. But I would glance at her sometimes and catch her looking at them. I didn’t want to rush anything, since what happened with her cousin’s previously was a huge dive into SPH. As we were leaving, I said, “I guess I kinda stand out at nude beaches, huh?”

She smiled and said that I definitely do.

I think that this is a step in the right direction.

Another reader hands his balls over to a bitter Ex…

It all started when our short relationship ended. I was the one who broke it off, and right after that, she cut me off completely — deleted me from everything, no contact at all. Life moved on. Until one day, out of nowhere, I matched against her in an online game. I was stunned. After the match, I just stared at the screen, debating whether to message her or not. My hands were shaking, my heart racing, terrified she’d ignore me or tell me to fuck off. But that didn’t happen. She replied. So we started talking again and became ‘friends.’

That ‘friendship’ lasted a while, normal at first. Then one night — middle of the night, I couldn’t sleep and was insanely horny — I couldn’t hold back. I steered the convo into dirty territory. At first, she dodged it, acted like she wasn’t interested. But the more I pushed, the less resistance she showed. Eventually, she got into it. I remember my heart pounding when I said I missed wearing the chastity belt.

She told me to put it back on, mocking mydick.

I asked if she wanted to see.

She laughed and said she didn’t want to.

But a few days later, curiosity got the better of her, and she agreed to look. That’s where my real fall began.

When we dated, she already knew about me — that I was submissive, a beta, that I liked being hit and humiliated. I hid little. But now things were different. She held a grudge because I’d ended things, and that grudge made her go harder. Zero mercy. And I accepted it. I went back to wearing the belt, showing her my locked dick, leaking and throbbing while she was free to do whatever she wanted. I even said I’d wear it forever just for her.

She didn’t hesitate — told me to wear it indefinitely.

And that’s how it stayed. Now I live in permanent chastity.

We had a talk where I asked how it would be if she started seeing someone.

She said that even if she dated someone else, I’d stay locked, always thinking about her and what I lost.

The idea alone destroyed me, and at the same time, it turned her on. It was like the perfect punishment mixed with her new fetish.

She even told me, with that affectionate laugh, “You really are a fucking cuck.”

That burned me inside.

It didn’t take long for her to start stepping it up. She told me that while we weren’t talking, she had hooked up with another guy. While I was locked up, begging for attention, she was sucking him, getting fucked properly, being treated like a slut in ways she never had with me. She described it — how much better it was with him, how she came harder, how his cock was way bigger and better than mine. Every word was a knife, but at the same time, it kept me hooked on her.

In one text message, she even dropped: ‘Little dick beta, there won’t be anything left for you,’ and I almost collapsed.

One night, I begged her to make him cum — in a turned-on conversation, I asked her to touch herself since I couldn’t. Locked up, desperate, all I could do was beg.

She laughed, reminding me of my place.

The worst part? I cried. Real tears. And she loved it. She said, cold and turned on, “I like seeing you cry, it turns me on.”

That destroyed me and, at the same time, made me even more dependent on what she wanted. Making me cry became a game she clearly enjoyed.

Days later, I offered myself fully as her doormat. I said I’d buy presents, pay for whatever she wanted, and take any order.

She accepted, of course. Now she calls me a ‘whipped cuck.’

I offered to pay for her motel and buy her lingerie, and she laughs her ass off at that while I stay home locked and useless. The humiliation never ends.

She even repeats cruelly: “You asked to know, deal with it,” like I deserved all this — and maybe I do.

And it got worse.

She said she wants me to wear panties while I wait, my sack tied with a rope, while she fucks someone else hard.

That hasn’t happened yet — we’re planning it — but just imagining it makes me tremble. Because after that, she said she’ll beat my balls and leave me with nothing but pain, no pleasure. Ever again.

Right now, our relationship is like this. I’m locked forever, waiting for the next step, terrified. She’s already talked about taking photos of me in panties with my small dick caged, just to laugh about it with her friend. I don’t know what to feel anymore. It’s a mix of insane, horny, jealousy, and real pain. I didn’t break up because I didn’t love her — I always did — and that only makes it worse, because my suffering is real. I cry for real, and that makes her happy.

And that’s my life now.

Meanwhile, this reader is caught in the bathroom…

I was at my girlfriend’s place in Bangladesh and had to use the bathroom. They have an old house, and their bathroom locks don’t work properly. If you push the door, the lock just opens. I went to the bathroom because I had to poo really bad after dinner, as the food no longer agreed with me. I was mid poo when my girlfriend’s little brother pushed the door open and walked in on me taking a shit. I was on the toilet, so it looked even smaller as the head of my peepee had disappeared into my body, leaving just wrinkled, shriveled foreskin. The only thing left was a pink little pee hole of my head engulfed by foreskin. My delicate little soft penis is only 0.75 inches long, as thick as a baby carrot, and sits on top of a wrinkly, hairless sack. I’m completely hairless on my genitals and look like a little newborn baby boy. It doesn’t look very comfortable on my 6-foot-2-inch, 245 lbs body.

Her little brother pushed open the door all the way and just stared at my little soft penis. He began to giggle, looking at my penis, and I yelled, telling him to get out. I couldn’t get up off the toilet because I was mid poo. I kept telling him to go away, but he kept giggling and squirming at the door, staring right at my little penis. I was enraged and hated that he was giggling while looking at my manhood. I tried to cover it, but he kept moving to get a look at it. I told him that if he didn’t go, I’d tell his sister, and he would be in trouble. He slowly closed the door but left it open a crack and was staring at me through the crack at my penis and still giggling. I kept telling him to leave, but he stayed, looking at me.

What’s worse is that he took his shorts, underwear, and shirt off outside so he was totally naked, opened the door, and came into the bathroom again. He arched his back backward and thrust his pelvis forward and started to wiggle his soft penis at me, giggling. This little shit had a 4-inch soft penis that was thicker than my thumb! His soft penis was twice as big as my 2-inch hard dick and thicker too. He kept wiggling it at me and giggling. I got off the seat and tried to grab him, but he got out of the bathroom, closed the door, and ran. It was so humiliating.

While this reader had a wardrobe malfunction…

This happened a couple of semesters ago after an exam. The night before, I stayed up all night trying to cram for a Calc 2 exam that I wasn’t prepared for. I tend to wear comfortable clothes while studying. A large black hoodie and a pair of short, loose green shorts, with nothing underneath. I decided not to change and just head straight to the exam in the morning.

During the exam, everything was fine. It was a long test, but I took it the whole time, and so did the girl who sat next to me. Anyway, after the time is up and the professor has us hand in the exam (most people have already finished), she and I stay and chat for about 30-40 minutes to decompress.

We were sitting on and talking on a couch that was in the common area, and I’m not sure for how long, but at some point my shorts rode up and my dick was out. I didn’t notice till she went completely silent and looked away. I asked her what was wrong and if she was okay.

She said, “Ummm, your shorts are too high and your little peepee is out.”

That’s when I looked and noticed it was just out. I quickly fixed it, and there was a little awkward silence after. But we tried to change the subject quickly. She said she didn’t see much, and it was just a glance, but when I looked, everything was out…

We’ve talked after classes since, and I apologized again. She said it was okay and laughed, saying, “I just wasn’t expecting it to be so… TINY!”

I turned bright red, and she laughed more. Since then, I’m careful about how I sit 🙃

This reader went to a nude beach while on vacation…

My girlfriend decided to take us to a nude beach when we were on vacation. I was shocked, and there were a lot of people there, and naturally, she stripped down right away and told me to get naked. I did as I was told and got naked in front of this crowd of people with my bald little acorn on full display. My girlfriend noticed and said, “I want everyone here to know you’ve got a tiny, little dicklette. Let’s go for a walk and show them,” and so we did.

We went up and down the beach together, and we got looks because A.) my girlfriend has a really great body, just great tits and a big ass, and B.) my tiny soft penis. I saw a couple of girls glance over and whisper something to each other as we walked by, and I saw guys with much bigger wieners walk by and check out my girlfriend. I swear my penis got smaller as we walked because it looked like 0.5in at one point.

My girlfriend said, “Now everyone knows your little secret. I’m gonna suck off your little dick later tonight, and I want you thinking of all this humiliation,” and boy, did I, it was amazing.

Another reader went on a vacation to the Caribbean. Jamaica? No, he went of his own accord…

I’d always wanted to go to Jamaica, so I booked a flight and arrived in Jamaica. My hotel was a converted house that also served as a hostel. Two sisters and their staff ran the hotel. The two sisters also lived there at the same time. There was only one shared bathroom. You had to go from your bedroom through the dining room to access it. You could describe the two sisters as quite attractive. Both were middle-aged with curves in all the right places. After staying in the hostel for a few days, I returned from my jungle expedition late in the evening. The heat made me sweaty, so I had to take a shower.

After showering, I went to the bathroom wearing only a towel. I had the towel around my waist and wanted to go back to my room. In the dining room, however, the two sisters were sitting and asked me how I liked Jamaica so far. “Today, you’ve been away all day. What have you been up to?” one asked.

I started to tell them about my experiences over the last few days, mentioning that I’d been on a jungle expedition today, and they asked me with interest. I also told them that we had climbed a small mountain, and they asked me, “Oh, you did climb? That is interesting.”

I said, “Yes, it was tiring, but it was worth it.”

A light bulb flickered right above me, and since I’m quite tall at 193 cm (6 feet 3). One sister asked, “Could you perhaps turn that light bulb a little harder for us?”

I completely forgot that I was only wearing a towel around my waist. So I said, “Of course, no problem.”

So I reached up and turned the light bulb hard. At that exact moment, the towel fell off. So I stood there in front of them both, completely naked, and they both looked shocked. At that point, my dick (1.5 inches soft) was smaller than my balls with a lot of foreskin.

I bent down and picked up the towel, saying, “Sorry about that!”

Then one sister asked, “You know, we’re pretty open here. Is it normal for a European tall man like you to have such a small penis?”

I turned bright red and said, “Do you think it’s small?”

The other sister said, “Yes, it’s very small.”

I believe I am indeed short-endowed, and they aren’t the first to say so.

Then they both laughed and said, “Yes, you are obviously short-endowed. He looks like a shrimp.”

The other said, “I’ll give you a tip. Don’t date the women here. It won’t be a pleasant experience for you.”

I said, “Okay, I understand, but have a good night anyway.”

They said, “We wish you a good night too, ‘big’ man!”

So I thought, ‘I’m here for two more days, it’s going to be intense, but okay, I’ll give it a try.’

The next morning, I went to the breakfast room. It was already quite full, mostly with backpackers. Everyone said good morning, including the two sisters. You could see the grins on their faces. The only free seat at the table was in front of the head. So I sat there. A few minutes later, she came out and served me my breakfast, but not on a normal-sized plate like the others had.

It was a small plate, and she said loudly, “I’m sorry, all the big plates are gone, but I think you know about small things.”

The others just looked at each other and didn’t say anything, and she grinned. The whole thing continued with a bit of other teasing. The next morning was check-out time. Both sisters were waiting for me to say goodbye in person. They both said, “It was nice to have met you, and take good care of your little babydick in this big world.”

Meanwhile, this female reader misreads a man’s energy…

Before I start, I’d like to make it known that I’m by no means a size queen. I’ve made things work before when I’ve had less than average to play with, but this was not one of those occasions.

It happened when I’d just turned 20, with a man I’ll refer to as Gaz, who was 25/26, whom I knew through mutual friends in the pub. This was during the 2002 Rugby World Cup, and one of the lads had a free house, so he invited everyone round for an England game with the instruction to bring booze. The World Cup was held in Japan, which meant that the game was on in the early afternoon over here, given the time difference. By the time evening came, a lot of drinking had already taken place.

All of my friends had a thing for Gaz, who was 6 feet 4 of male energy. He was a little older, slightly domineering in social situations, and was very into rugby. I suppose what you’d consider an alpha male. We’d spoken a little in the pub, and I didn’t think he was really interested in me, but we ended up speaking a little in the kitchen, and he paid me some attention, which I was more than happy to reciprocate. I’d just gotten out of a two-year relationship that hadn’t been physically fulfilling at all, and I decided to flirt with Gaz and see how it went. It was a win-win. If nothing happened, I still knew he thought something was interesting about me, and if it went well, I’d have the chance to exorcise the previous relationship most spectacularly.

I asked Gaz about rugby and told him that it was impressive how he could handle such physicality and dominate other men, and he appreciated that very much. We kissed and stayed together for pretty much the whole evening. At one point, I went to speak to my friends, and they were halfway between green with envy and genuinely excited for me and what lay ahead. Everything about this man was extra large, and we joked that I was about to get split in half and tell my ex the next time I saw him.

It got late, and people were leaving, and Gaz asked if I wanted to go back to his for a coffee, and I was up and on my feet instantly. We walked the few streets to his with his massive hand clutching mine, and I had never been so ready for something in my life. I was about to enter Gaz’s bedroom, a girl, and leave a woman.

The kettle never went on; as soon as we got in through the door, my hands were all over him, and I was ready to be torn to shreds by what I assumed was going to be the most incredibly large appendage I’d ever have the pleasure of coming face to face with in my life. Then it happened.

Gaz removed his polo shirt and then put his big hands on his waistband, and I saw his shorts drop in slow motion, ready to gasp at the huge symbol of masculinity I was about to submit to, and what I saw made me gasp for very different reasons. This hairy, man-mountain, whom I was ready to kneel for, had the most shockingly small penis I’ve ever seen to this day. He stood, hands on his hips, almost fully erect, waiting for me to pounce on him, but I couldn’t even move. I obviously didn’t search for a ruler, but Gaz’s dick was 3 inches long at best and with just as underwhelming a girth. I was stunned and didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t even laugh.

Gaz asked what I was waiting for, and I told him I was feeling nauseous from the drinking and needed water. He strutted into the kitchen, and I ran to the bathroom, locked the door, and hid. Gaz followed me up the stairs and knocked on the door, so I found the only way out I could. I pushed my fingers into my throat and threw up the little food I’d eaten and the considerable amount of liquid. There was no way I was even entertaining the idea of handling Gaz’s micro-dick. My ex had a pretty small willy (6 inches), and I certainly wasn’t going to punch even lower that night. I asked Gaz to ring a taxi and said I wasn’t feeling well, and finally got out of there.

I drunkenly called my best friend as soon as I got home, and she thought I was taking the piss because of how unfathomable this revelation was. This was Gaz! Word got around very quickly, and I didn’t see him at the pub much after that. As horrible as it is me my friends and I have joked about it for over two decades now and refer to anything underwhelming as a ‘Gaz.’ Hopefully, he found someone who loves him as he is, but that was never going to be me.

While this reader regrets his drunken nudie run…

One Saturday, I attended a barbecue/house party that a friend of mine was hosting. There were 10 other people there, mostly friends of mine, plus a few random individuals I hadn’t met before who were friends of the guy whose house we were at, from his Dungeons & Dragons group. His house has a small pool and a hot tub in the backyard yard so pretty much everyone was wearing swimsuits in case we wanted to get in. Here’s where things get hazy…There was a ton of alcohol flowing, beer, seltzers, rum, vodka, and on top of that me another guy and I split an edible at one point, so I was good and messed up. Admittedly, I can sometimes be a belligerent douchebag when I’m drunk, and according to people who were at the party, I was acting like a complete jackass most of the night, so maybe I deserved what happened.

Again, I was beyond faded, and I don’t remember most of what actually happened after a certain point. But, at some point during the night, I apparently decided it was a good idea to strip off my swim trunks and run around bare ass naked in front of everyone. For the record, my dick is only about an inch long when soft. It’s bad enough that I showed all these people how tiny my junk was, but to make things significantly worse, several people took pictures/videos and posted them on some social media sites.

I follow most of these people, so I saw what they posted when I woke up the next day (a fucking nightmarish experience since I’d sobered up by then). One picture was captioned with a bunch of shrimp and pinching finger emojis, and in one of the videos, you could hear someone say, “That’s so tiny it belongs on a baby, not a man.”

Someone else yelled, “He’s got a babydick,” a couple of times (pretty sure both of them were some of the random D&D people I hadn’t met before, just based on the voices).

And of course, my face is prominently featured, so there’s no denying it was me.

Beyond embarrassing.

None of my friends have said anything about it so far, but still, they all know how small it is now, and who the fuck knows if/when it might come up again or what they might be saying about me behind my back. There’s also the scary ass possibility that the pictures/videos are saved on their phones and could come back to haunt me at some point.

This final reader discovers an age-old truth: Be careful what you wish for…

At the end of my first year in college, I met a girl. We were having fun, and after a while, she became my girlfriend. Back then, I was 19, and she was 19 as well. We had a good sex life, and I was the dominant persona in bed for the first few months, but one day, as I was searching around in Pornhub, I came across a SPH video. I have a five and a half inch dick fully hard (in my opinion, it’s average size), but for some reason, I felt really excited, and I had a good erection.

The next day, my girlfriend came to my house (she was from the city and lived with her parents), and I tried to convince her to try humiliation. She was skeptical at first, but eventually she agreed. She wasn’t familiar with the idea, so I explained to her what she had to do, and she did it perfectly. I was extremely hard while she was laughing with my dick, and after that, we had amazing sex with her taking control over me for the first time.

After some time, this became a common scenario, and I have to admit it was the best sex time I ever had in my life, but everything was about to change.

My girlfriend started searching on Pronhub for more humiliation ideas, and one day, when I came back from college, I found her in my house wearing only a sexy set of underwear. I didn’t even say hi to her, and she ordered me to sit in a chair fully naked. I obeyed her, and in a few seconds, I found myself tied up with my dick exposed to her. He started laughing and humiliated my dick as usual, but then she FaceTimed a girlfriend of hers to show her how pathetic I looked, and they both laughed. At this point, I didn’t know what to do. In my mind, this was wrong, but I was extremely hard. This continued for ten minutes, and my dick was dripping. She made me beg to untie me and cum on her feet, which she made me clean with my tongue after.

After everything ended, I was in shock. I told her that this was too humiliating for me, but she told me that I wanted to be humiliated and my hard dick was a prove of that.

In the following days, the humiliation became increasingly severe, to the point where it affected nearly every conversation we had with her, as she consistently won every argument. We had stopped having sex, and I only cum through humiliation. Hence, she insisted that I should buy her sex toys to satisfy her, as all of this was my idea, and soon it became a reality. She humiliated me, and after that, I had to fuck her with the dildo I bought her, which was way bigger than my actual dick.

One day, as she was trying to do her makeup for a night out with her friends, she came across an idea. She put lipstick and makeup on me, and after that, she wanted me to try her sexy underwear. I wasn’t into sissy training at all, but she told me that there is nothing more humiliating for a man than being dressed up as a girl, so I dressed up and she immediately called her friends to see her creation. Every girl in the call was dying laughing as they made me dance, and as always, at the end, I stroked my girlfriend’s feet and licked them.

When she was at the club, I secretly got up from my bed and wore the same panties again, but this time I wasn’t forced, I did it all by myself. I looked at the mirror, and I realised that one year before, this wasn’t even a thought in my mind. God, what have I done to myself?

*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.