Name: Parvus
Twitter username: @Rivulet45
Length: 3.5 inches hard, 1 inch flaccid
Girth: 1 inch
Favorite SPH trigger words: Thin little worm, emasculating remarks (i.e. you would fit so naturally in panties or you must need to sit to pee), being told I should feel embarrassed, ashamed, or inadequate, being told that others will soon know or see how small I am
Most humiliating story:
When I was in college, I became the friendzoned, beta devotee to a sorority girl. One night, we went to a party along with two other sorority girls. While there, someone elbowed a pitcher, pouring beer all over my clothes. My crush wanted to continue to a club after, so she proposed we stop by my dorm, allowing me to change while they smoked some of my weed.
They insisted on staying in my room (I had a set-up which allowed for undetected indoor smoking, plus they wanted to go out as soon as possible). I stammered that I would soon be naked, but my crush told me to “hurry up, stop being so awkward,” promising that they would turn around and never peek. The trio gathered up all the chairs in the room and faced the door. I was very drunk, eager to please, and decided to just go with it. I could have simply changed in the hall bathroom, but I didn’t want to annoy them or seem insecure. I was so naive.
Nervous, I quickly stripped and turned around to retrieve a shirt from my bedpost. I had the top bunk, so this involved leaning over my desk and reaching up. I only realized the women had assembled behind me, stifling giggles, when one of my crush’s friends noted that I had a nice ass, but it was weird that she couldn’t see my dick dangling between my legs from this angle. Startled and scared, I turned around and unintentionally resolved her confusion.
As you can see (I took my picture in the shower to simulate the conditions of that fateful night), when soft and cold I pretty much invert into nothingness. A dainty, retracted head with no hope of hanging past my balls and meeting their expectations. They all erupted in a chorus of laughter. Deep, loud cackles that shook me to my core. After several long seconds of shock, I covered my short shaft with one flat hand, shuddering in shame.
Pinkies were waved. Cruel comparisons were made (to both inanimate objects and recent partners). The three caught their breath and started whispering amongst themselves. My crush broke from the huddle to announce: “I’m so sorry sweetie, but we’re pretty much obliged, like duty-bound, to add you to the DNF list.”
DNF, of course, stands for “do not fuck.” At this point, I actually whimpered and teared up. I begged them not to tell anyone else. They all rolled their eyes and sneered. My crush patronizingly patted my ass cheek: “You’re adorable, tiny. Now let’s go so you can buy us some drinks.” One of her friends added: “Yeah, put on a leaf or something, dickless.” And thus I did buy them drinks, attempting to bribe the sorority girls into keeping my dignity intact. Spoiler alert: it didn’t work.
A couple weeks later, a beautiful woman I had never seen before ran up to me at a party and asked “Are you (my full name)?” When I confirmed this, she started laughing, staring intensely at my crotch with amused contempt in her eyes. I felt so utterly exposed. I spent the rest of college enduring similar reactions and looks. I am now a 24-year-old virgin who copes with these events by seeking more humiliation. I am addicted, constantly fantasizing about how it could get even worse for me.
