Small Penis Syndrome Clinic

Content note: This is a small penis humiliation tale. It's also a work of fiction. Lots of dick havers experience anxiety about their size -- which can even lead to Small Penis Syndrome, the real, psychological condition mentioned in this story. This is your reminder that, however big or small you are, your body is beautiful, and you are worthy of love.

"Mr. Liddle?"

John looked up as the nurse called his name. Her full, ruby lips curled into a smile as she beckoned him, glancing down over her glasses with emerald green eyes. He noticed she had long, coral black hair that fell around her shoulders like a waterfall. The young man gulped and tried not to notice the way her breasts heaved against the labcoat. Like this wasn't tough enough already.

She led him into the examination room and motioned to the bed. John hoisted himself onto it. He was a mere 5'5" and wriggled self-consciously as he tried to get comfortable. John had a fluffy mass of short cropped hair, dyed a light, almost effeminate blue. The way his legs dangled rather than touched the ground, along with his elfin features made him appear small and helpless in a way the doctor couldn't help but notice.

"I'm Dr. Young, but you can call me Jennifer" she stated with a smile, her eyes sparkling. So she was a doctor, not just a nurse. John couldn't put his finger on why but that made it worse somehow "You know why you've been referred to us?"

John nodded, but the buxom doctor explained anyway.

"You've been referred to us with what we suspect is a condition known as Small Penis Syndrome. Do you know what that is?"

"It means I have a small... you know..."

Jennifer smiled.

"No dear, though I admit the name is a little unhelpful. Small Penis Syndrome, or SPS, is a form of body dysmorphia where men believe their penises are too small. According to the form you filled in, yours is about six inches. A little above average. Unless you exaggerated?" The boy blushed and looked at the floor. They always added on an inch or two. "There's no need to be embarrassed." Jennifer added, trying to conceal her smile. "But I'm afraid we are going to have to measure you. You were supposed to give the number in centimetres. And we need accurate measurements. Now drop your pants."

John's already rosy cheeks turned beetroot. It was only with enormous effort he managed to say "I promise I filled the form in right. Please can we just skip this part?"

Jenny recognised John's type. If she didn't take a firm line with him now, he'd fight her every step of the way. Sometimes boys -- men, she corrected herself - just needed telling what to do.

Jenny placed the tip of her ruby red nail on John's chin and tilted his downcast face toward upwards. She held his gaze for a moment, leaning forward to tease him with her cleavage.

"Do you know how we cure small penis syndrome here?" John shook his head almost imperceptibly. His heart was pounding. "Men who are obsessed with the idea their dicks are too small need to learn a few things about women. Almost all penises are big enough to give pleasure if used right. Of course, that takes practice, and if you're anxious about your size you're probably not getting any." The doctor licked her lips as the double entendre hung in the air between them "A lot of guys walk through that door with SPS, thinking they're too small to please anyone. The best way to fix that perception is through practice and training. So, we put them through our Confidence & Experience Initiative. Every single one. What I'm saying is, unless you have the tiniest penis I've ever seen, we're going to get you laid."

John gulped.

"And if I do? Have the smallest dick, I mean."

Jennifer tried not to roll her eyes.

"Honey, I've seen literally thousands of them. It's my job." John seemed unconvinced. "Tell you what, if yours turns out to actually be the smallest, I'll suck it myself. Arms up."

John raised his arms in the air without question. Before he knew what was happening the doctor pulled his t-shirt off over his head and began working the button on his fly with her perfectly manicured nails. A thousand protestations danced in the young man's head, but when he opened his mouth his tongue betrayed him. He released a meagre squeak of surrender and let his hands fall limp at his sides.

"Good boy" Said Jennifer. With surprising strength, she pushed John back onto the gurney with one hand and pulled his jeans off with the other. Beneath them, John wore a pair of boxer briefs that Jennifer suspected had once been red but, after one too many hot washes, had faded to a light pink. She could tell already the boy wasn't hung. In place of the fulsome bulge sported by better equipped men, John's package made barely a bump.

It wasn't just his cock (or lack of it). Lying near-naked on the gurney, Jennifer was astonished at how tiny he looked, all over. She double checked her notes. He was 21. So why did she feel so much like a mother? She stroked his forehead tenderly.

"It's going to be OK, little one." She said, relenting to the maternal instinct "I promise, I've really seen it all before."

Without further warning, Jennifer pulled down the boy's pants. She had to bite her lip to suppress a giggle. John's prick was tiny. It was small enough that, on most guys, it wouldn't even have peeked beyond his balls, but her patient -- she tried to remember to think of him that way -- was underserved in that department too. A cute little button mushroom barely poking beyond two tiny grapes. His pubic hair was similar anemic, a thin, pale crop of blondeness that did nothing to conceal his humiliation. He was crimson with embarrassment, so the doctor decided to get things over with as quickly as possible. She swiftly and clinically placed a ruler beneath his member, like a dipstick under a tongue.

Two point three inches. Just shy of six centimetres. Substantially below average for a flaccid penis. Jennifer knew from her many years on the job that some men really were 'growers' -- in extreme cases, an erect dick could be almost twice the size of a soft one. But, even if that were true here, John would still be very small. She ran the numbers in her head. Should John be lucky enough to be one of those men, his stiff member would stand at around 4 and a half inches. Not the smallest she'd ever seen, but headed in that direction.

It was SPSC policy to be honest with clients. Patients suffering from SPS were, generally, no bigger or smaller than the population at large, but that meant some guys came in below average and it was unhelpful for the treatment to sugar coat it.

"John, I'm going to give it to you straight. Your penis is small. 2.3 inches flaccid is in the bottom 10% of men. I will also point out that, if it really is six inches erect, it'll be one for the record books. I'm guessing it will be closer to 4 inches, which is very small" John winced a little "however, with the correct techniques and a lot of practice, it's not too small to satisfy. It's a myth that women need huge, ten inch cocks to cum, John. It comes down to experience and enthusiasm. I promise, with the training we give you here, we will turn you into a skilled, confident lover."

Jennifer paused, pacing the edge of the young man's bed. With the boy lying beneath her helpless and humiliated, she couldn't help but feel predatory. She relished the feeling of power, knowing from her training that a certain amount of control over a patient was not merely unavoidable, but necessary. Most patients with SPS -- though John only fit into the technical definition of lacking a bona fide micropenis, -- resisted treatment, despite the fact that treatment involved sex with numerous willing, attractive women. They felt they were bound to disappoint. In John's case she worried the feeling was not without merit.

"John, to properly prescribe a course of treatment, we need to take a second measurement. We need to know how big you are when fully erect. You've signed the consent forms for visual and, should the need arise, tactile stimulation to achieve this. We could use drugs, of course, but experience shows they can provoke erections that are not reflective of the average." Jennifer lent forward, dangling her ample cleavage in John's face, and raised her hand to the to the top button of her lab coat "You do, of course, have the right to withdraw consent. Assuming you don't want to see-" John shook his head so quickly he almost gave himself a concussion "Very well then."

Jennifer smirked and undid the top button of her lab coat. Her full breasts, already straining to be free, pushed forward. As she undid the next they spilled out, hanging enormous in John's face. The boy whimpered, tiny beads of sweat amassing on his crimson forehead. Jennifer glanced down and was surprised to see John's tiny tackle appeared no bigger than before. She drank back the feeling of affront, trying to remain professional.

"I'm guessing you're nervous. That's OK. I'm guessing you don't see boobs a lot, outside of a computer screen."

John would have felt angry at the implication, if it were anything other than true.

"Actually this the first... uh... I mean..."

Jennifer bit her lower lip, stifling a giggle, then pressed her finger to John's lips and shhhd him softly.

"Would you like to suck one? That often relaxes clients sufficiently for them to attain tumescence." The blank look in John's eyes told her that she'd lost him with the terminology, but his quivering lower lip confirmed his eagerness to comply. Cradling the back of his head with one hand, Jennifer pressed her nipple to his lips "Open wide" she said, needlessly, as the boy was already eagerly suckling. Despite her attempts to keep a professional headspace, the doctor couldn't help but feel a growing wetness between her legs. The sight of the slender, pale, effeminate young man sucking her warm tit was simply too much. She stroked his hair gently, admiring the rosy glow of his cheeks. She allowed herself to enjoy the moment before looking down to what she was sure would be her patient's now rock hard dick.

To her shock, it was still no bigger Not even a semi. And yet... it couldn't be, could it? Jennifer knotted her brow as a single surprisingly bulbous droplet of precum gathered on the tip of John's dick. She watched it swell as the young man enthusiastically suckled, till it grew so big it dribbled down the side of his miniscule shaft like an overgrown tear.

John's babydick was trembling. Jennifer felt her heart beating in her chest as she wondered... no... but surely? She reached down tentatively.

"Sometimes patients also need... tactile stimulation." She managed, the words almost catching in her throat as her suspicions grew. She almost went to grab John's teeny weeny with her whole hand before realising a thumb and index finger would be far more appropriate for his diminutive size. Holding her breath she ever so gently pinched...

... He was hard. Rock hard. In fact, Jennifer couldn't remember ever touching one quite so stiff.

John's penis was 2.3". Fully erect.

Jennifer mentally consulted her notes. John hadn't lied, exaggerated or made a mistake. He really was six centimetres, hard. Without a doubt, the smallest dick she'd ever encountered.

Unable to help herself, Jennifer squeezed her patient's small member between her thumb and forefinger, marvelling at its firmness. "Oh my god" she breathed, as if the boy couldn't hear her "It's tiny."

John couldn't take it. The buzz of humiliation, her nipple in his mouth, and the feel of her soft fingers gently milking his tiny dicklet -- the first time anyone had touched it this way -- brought John to the precipice. Jennifer sensed the tension in the young man's body. She rolled her thumb and forefinger up and down, more pinching it than jerking it, aiming primarily to tease.

"You're not going to cum before I get to suck it, are you? Don't you want your prize for having the tiniest dick I've ever seen?"

John's dick twitched helplessly as he blew his load into her hand. Jennifer couldn't help herself. She laughed, knowing there was a touch of evil to the sound, and plucked her nipple from his mouth. The quivering of his needy lips made her laugh harder, though with little cruelty, as she smeared his semen around her areola. She cradled his head in her hand and pulled him close, feeling an electric spark in her clit at John's brief hesitation. Then he was greedily suckling once again.

"If you came that easily just from my fingers, do you even need a blow job?" she teased, drinking in the desperate expression from his eyes "My poor baby. Your tiny dick probably couldn't even handle it. Maybe it's... too small to suck?" John's lids narrowed, but it's hard to look tough when you're eating your own cum. Jennifer returned her hand to John's member and was pleased to find it rock hard again. Her instincts were right, like many small dicked men, John was instinctively submissive, aroused by being infantilised and degraded. Or perhaps he was just turned on from sucking a tit for the first time in his life. Either way, his little prejac cock was harder than any she'd ever felt. Jennifer had always had dominant impulses, and the Institute's liberal policies on patient-doctor relations, aided by the consent forms they eagerly signed, gave her ample opportunity to explore them. This was one of those moments and the doctor allowed her instincts to take over.

"I know I promised but I'm not sure a dick as tiny as yours really deserves to be sucked. Or, at least, I'd want to know its owner appreciates how kind I'm being. That it's a mercy, not something given out of respect." To her delight, John suckled her nipple harder whilst weakly humping her hand with a rhythm she recognised as involuntary. It was sweet, if somewhat pathetic, but Jennifer couldn't deny she was turned on by his helplessness.

She removed her nipple from his mouth once more, enjoying the way John's lips hungrily quivered in its absence.

"Did you enjoy the taste of your load, little one?" she jibed. Before John had a chance to respond, she added "If you want me to return the favour, you're going to have to beg."

John wanted to protest. He felt a rage ball up in his chest, a masculine impulse to demand respect. Yet as quickly as he'd gathered his indolence, it evaporated, dissipating like morning mist in the face of the Doctor's warm, patronising smile. Instead, he reached for a different kind of courage: the courage to know what you need, and accept what must happen to get it.

"Please, Doctor, please would you...would you... suck my cock?"

The words fell out of him awkwardly, like he was losing his last claim to dignity.

"Your what?" Jennifer raised her eyebrow. "You mean this little thing? I'd hardly call it a 'cock'. My boyfriend has a cock. Big and thick. Three times your size, easily. Perhaps you should try again, little one, and pick your words better."

John whimpered but persisted nonetheless.

"Please Doctor, please will you suck my... dick?"

Jennifer shook her head.

"Try again. It would hardly be fair on the men who actually have dicks if we classed you beside them, now would it?"

John wracked his brain, trying in vain to summon the words, the courage to disagree with the doctor. He couldn't compare to real men like Jennifer's boyfriend with their big, macho dicks. What he had between his legs was more like... more like...

"Please, please would you suck my..." John almost choked on the word "my clit?"

Jennifer leant in and kissed John deep on the mouth, part reward for his acquiescence, part lust at seeing him brought so low. She couldn't help it, she adored humiliating sweet, submissive boys.

"As you've asked so nicely, little one, I'll suck your itty bitty clitty." Jennifer said this with such a smile on her face that John almost forgot how utterly emasculating it was. In any case, he could hardly argue. He'd said it first.

Jennifer took a moment to strap the boy's arms to the gurney.

"I don't want you getting ideas and putting your hands on the back of my head while I do this." She explained "Though I suppose it's hardly like I'd gag on this adorable little thing."

Jennifer took a moment to stroke the boy's hair then licked her lips and flashed an evil smile. With torturous slowness, she drew the nail of her outstretched finger down her patient's naked body, from his chin across his torso, enjoying how the bound sub twitched in anticipation. As she reached his member she wrapped her hand around it, covering it completely.

"Here's how I suck cock. Real cocks, I mean, like my boyfriends. I hold the base, like I'm holding yours, then I jerk him off with my other hand like this" Jennifer mimed rubbing a dick, right above where John's clit ended, whilst keeping the hand actually touching the him perfectly still "And I suck the part that sticks out" Jennifer rolled her tongue around the imaginary head, perfectly performing the act as if there were a real cock there. She moaned and removed her hands, then pretended to deep throat what wasn't there, getting low enough that her mouth almost touched the tip of John's actual penis, before pretending to gag and withdrawing. Breathily, she intoned

"Oh daddy! You're so big." She laughed, in part at her own performance, partly at the whimpers of frustration it elicited from John. Involuntarily, he moved his hips a little, trying to reach her lips with his tiny dicklet.

With surprising swiftness, Jennifer gave John's clitty a playful but surprisingly painful flick with her index finger.

"Naughty" she curtly informed him, as if scolding an unruly child "Now, let me show you how itty bitty babydicks like yours get sucked."

Jennifer held John's balls with one hand, gripping them with a firmness that was not wholly unpleasant. With her other hand she pinched the very base of John's two inches, her thumb and forefinger covering almost half of what little manhood the boy had. With a gentleness that felt somehow cruel, she massaged the bottom of John's dick and brought her mouth painfully slowly towards the tip. She let the suspense build, stretching her tongue out as she got close. John, meanwhile was losing his mind, trying not to move lest he get another painful flick, his whole body aching with need. Just a few minutes ago he'd experienced his first kiss and his first... I suppose what you could generously call a hand job. Now, if he could just not screw it up, he'd feel a woman's mouth on his dick for the first time.

Jennifer maintained eye contact, enjoying the boy's whimpers and moans as she flicked her tongue against the tip of John's penis. Then, with a suddenness that surprised them both, she vigorously jerked John's dicklet a half dozen times and brought it into her mouth.

John had barely felt the doctor's lips on his clit for a moment before he orgasmed. The pleasure of cumming was deliciously intermingled with the sharp sting of humiliation. John suspected this, his first blow job, would also be his last. A few brief seconds of bliss.

Jennifer easily held his load in her mouth as she withdrew his tiny penis which was finally withering after cumming for the second time in 20 minutes. She had to stop herself from laughing at how incredibly tiny it now looked, less than an inch soft, not wanting to spit the boy's cum out into his face. Instead, Jennifer kissed the bound sub for a second time, pushing the admittedly small load into his mouth, before covering it with her hand.

"Swallow" she commanded, and John saw nothing soft in her eyes. He obeyed, feeling infinitely weak to her as the cum trickled down his throat. In that moment, something changed. He knew, somehow, if it had been in any doubt before, that he was in the Doctor's thrall, a plaything to be used at her whim.