My husbands' penis is so small, it spends most of its time inverted.
You know how a turtle hides its head? How its head slides inward and out-of-site? That's my husbands' penis. It is so small it inverts back into its shell. In his case, his scrotum. His scrotal sack is his shell, and his penis hides in there most of the time.
What's a wife to do with a penis that small?
The answer is: nothing.
I insisted we measure it one time, which embarrassed my husband, but just so you know how accurate I'm being, his little dinkus-that's what I call it-is 1 ¾ inches.
One might think that, perhaps, there is a lot of foreskin, maybe that's why it's regularly in retreat. Nope. Dinkus is circumcised. He is just that small. The penile shaft is so short, that the head is often slipping inward and inverting his penis.
With his inability to properly fuck me and his lack of interest in properly eating my pussy, early in our marriage, I started fucking around. At first, I felt guilty. Then I realized my infidelity was actually his fault. I got angry and I took out my anger on him. And he took it. He was so intimidated by me that he would do whatever my anger told him to do.
First, was the unusual ways I was making him masturbate. I noticed that whenever his penis head was attempting to surface, the action of pressing the head back into the scrotum was creating some tactile sensation to the head and the underside of his tiny dinkus. This gave me an idea. So, I tested out a theory I had. I'd push his head into its nut sack and circle the area with a single finger. If it tried to escape, I'd force it back in. And then I'd circle his scrotum in little circles, thereby touching his tiny dinkus through his skin. It looked very similar to a woman circling her clitoris with a finger.
And sure enough, it worked!
He orgasmed inside his nut sack. And just as a little sperm tried to seep out his slit, I took duct tape and sealed his scrotum so his sperm could swim around his own little penile cocoon.
Now that I knew this worked, variations to this scenario was how I expected him to beat off. I ordered him to succeed in a variety of positions.
The first was the edge of the bathtub. I had him straddle the edge with one knee in and one knee out. I had him rock and rub his tiny little inverted penis using the firm tub edge to force his penis head back in each time it tried to get out. The tub rim was giving him pleasure as he circled his pelvis and inverted penis on the hard edge.
He came in minutes. It worked wonderfully. I thought about spanking his exposed butt, but decided not to. It was fun to watch him rock and rub until he had an orgasm on the tub. I could see his little butt hole clenching as he held a firm thrust when he came. He was shooting his sperm inside his own body. Then I placed a wide strip of duct tape on his scrotum crevice tucking the sperm in its ball sack so it could swim around his tiny shaft.
The next position would be floor humping. With an inverted penis, of course. Dinkus would have to grind hard against the floor to get the proper angle to force his penis head back into his scrotum as each time he lifted up it would attempt to escape. From my position, it looked like he was attempting to fuck the floor. I teased him that this was good for his muscle memory. This was good practice in case some day he actually got to try to fuck a real woman. He mastered this fucking technique of cumming inside himself quickly. Each subsequent orgasm was met with the duct tape seal of approval. He learned to bring the tape with him and apply it to himself immediately after cumming to ensure none of the sperm would escape. He wore the pink roll of duct tape on his wrist like a bracelet, allowing for his ability to immediately pull off a strip and self-apply the seal of approval. He also took to shaving his balls, because when the time came to remove the seal to pee, the duct tape was ripping out his pubic hair anyway.
With his newly learned ability to cum inside his scrotum, I wanted to see him masturbate himself with just the one finger. Just like a woman circling her clitoris, Dinkus would circle his nut sack with his inverted penis. I ordered him to put his ankles in the sky. When he came I enjoyed watching his anus sphincter twitching and counted each spasm imaging the sperm he was shooting into his own ball sack. And even though this was fun-and I recorded it once-I eventually got bored.
I was still so mad at my husband for bringing a micro penis into our marriage, my anger transferred to his balls. It pissed me off to see them hanging between his legs impersonating a virile man. Why did he need balls? What did he need testicles for anyway? They were useless appendages. I was sick of seeing his useless balls dangling there like some sort of a power symbol. His testes basically served no purpose and I have angrily decided that I don't want to see them anymore. Besides, when my lovers come over, they don't want to see his balls either. My husband came forth with a plan. For as long as we were together, he promised I would never have to see his testicles again. He offered a solution: The Ring of Shame.
His plan would be to wear The Ring of Shame in my presence (and my lover's presence) whenever he was naked. That I'd never have to see his pathetic useless balls dangling between his legs again. His scrotum sack would droop empty paying homage to my request and thereby represent that he would appear ball less for his hot cuckolding wife. Whenever he was naked, he would wear The Ring of Shame.
Dinkus would be testicle tucking for the duration of our marriage. The Ring of Shame sits snugly at the base of the penis. It's an O ring anyone can buy from your local hardware store. After placing the penis through the "O" the scrotum is slowly pulled through the ring, too. The testicles get forced up into the inguinal canal, with their final resting place being the pubic mound. The penis and the empty scrotum go through the ring. The result is a scrotal sack drooping completely and embarrassingly empty just below his tiny penis. His dinkus can't invert when he is temporarily ball less. I have never been more pleased. I absolutely loved this.
