My name is Tam. And my penis is humiliatingly small. Perhaps, since my parents were expecting a girl (they were planning to name me Tamara), my tiny tool somehow followed their expectations.
I am a collegiate swimmer, with an athletic body, a hot girlfriend...and a very small penis. I've been relentlessly teased and humiliated about my inferior dick's size. I can't even ever use the word small around the team; I must, must say tiny.
My nickname among the boys is Tiny or Tiny Tam.
Have you heard of the toilet roll test?
You put your dick inside the tube and at least the head is supposed to stick out of the other end. The cardboard tube is like four inches.
When I was still trying to claim my dick was just a bit small, the boys weren't having it. They could see my miniscule bump in my speedo. To finally set me straight, the fellas challenged me to the toilet roll test. Everyone on the swim team dropped drawers. One by one, each and every soft dick poked through the toilet paper tube, with even the shortest ones coming out the other side.
A couple guys were so huge their girth prevented them from even sliding their cock in, but their length was so impressive, it clearly wasn't necessary.
I failed miserably. Brad had to use the flashlight on his phone to attempt to see anything in the dark tunnel.
Then the situation got worse.
"Go beat it a bit in the bathroom to get it hard," Clarence told me.
I was mortified and didn't know how to respond so I followed his orders.
When I returned to the room for round two of the test, the tip of my hard tiny penis was nowhere near visible.
Even fully erect, I lived up to my Tiny Tam moniker. As it turns out, on my best day, I'm not even three inches.
It's even tinier the first thing in the morning when waking up or after a swim in a cold pool. My little dick is smaller than my thumb in both length and girth.
It's hard to hide how tiny your penis is when you wear speedos in front of a crowd. For a while now, I've felt like everyone in the audience knew why I was called Tiny. If they weren't sure I owned a micro dick, the whispers kind of confirmed it.
It's even harder to avoid the humiliation of being smaller than just about every other male on the planet.
And I'm smaller than plenty of women, too. Every trans woman I've seen on the internet has had a bigger dick than me. Really embarrassing.
I can see why it's called small penis humiliation. It's for good reason.
Like, does it make any sense for a person with a small penis to not be teased, humiliated and regularly reminded of how useless their sex organ is?
Because a micro penis is pretty useless.
I've learned--and had it driven home--that humiliation and a tiny penis are inseparable topics. They are completely intertwined. There is no escape hatch from embarrassment and small penis humiliation--sph, the internet calls it; even for an athletic dude with a hot girlfriend.
Up until my freshman year in college, I attempted to keep the debate alive. That I wasn't that small. Then I was clearly taught how futile and actually downright silly it was to discuss, argue even, how intercourse with a little penis can be just as satisfying as a fuck with a huge cock.
I got a serious lesson from the swim team boys. It started with a hard and thorough butt spanking. Team captain Brad was sick of hearing me attempt to justify the worth of my tiny dick. He said others were tired of it, too. We were in the locker room after practice when I got caught with my pants down. Man did the boys get a good laugh when they saw my shriveled little shaved penis.
My pubic hair was always so sparse and fine that I started shaving it off. I was hoping my small dick...oops, sorry...I was hoping my tiny penis would look at least a little bigger sans pubic hair. Plus, the fine hairs made me look pubescent.
Brad ordered me over his knee and said he wouldn't stop spanking me until I admitted my penis was tiny. That I needed to ask everyone on the team to call me tiny and that I was only allowed to refer to my penis as tiny.
This was one of my many small penis humiliation experiences.
I'd seen Brad spank other team members for poor performance. He was captain. So, after turning three shades of red, I draped myself over his lap.
As was his custom with spankings, naked butt cheeks were required.
All the guys were suppressing giggles. My tiny penis tried to hide its head--in embarrassment--in my nut sack making me almost look uncircumcised--I'm not. I just wanted to get it over with, so I began blurting out everything that was expected of me.
"My name is Tam and I have a small penis!"
Whack, whack.
"Everyone...Please...Call...Me...Tiny..."
Whack, Whack.
"I...Will...Only...Call...Me...Tiny..."
Whack, Whack.
Dang, this hurt way more than I thought it would. Brad is real strong and has large hands.
What happened next surprised both Brad and I. Thank goodness no one else noticed. My tiny penis got an erection. I don't know why as I certainly wasn't enjoying this. All I could figure was that Brad's firm shaved swimmer legs snuggly trapped my little penis and with each butt smack it forced my pelvic down. It was almost like I was humping his smooth legs. Well, I was. Of course, not on purpose.
"Oh...Please...Stop..." I pleaded, "I'll...Say...Anything!"
