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Small Penis Humiliation
by LittleChasteGuy (littlechasteguy@gmail.com)
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The first in a series. Small penised man goes for a
physical. At the doctor's office he is subjected to
humiliation, losing control and cumming. (MF, reluc,
exh, huml, size)
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Author's Note: This is the first in a series of
articles I plan to write regarding some of the more
exciting and humiliating experiences I've encountered
as a result of my really small penis. If you enjoy the
story please let me know, as incentive for me to write
more. I can also provide pictures if any readers would
like to verify the truthfulness of my predicament.
Contact me at littlechasteguy@gmail.com.
***
1 - The Doctor's Office
A few years ago, after several interviews, I finally
got that good job I'd been seeking. The last step was
to pass a pre-employment physical with the companies
chosen doctor. The HR person gave me a sealed packet of
forms to be completed and the name of the doctor to
call. I was somewhat taken aback as the doctor's name
was obviously female, and that meant she'd likely have
to see my teeny weenie, something that I tried to avoid
happening. My teeny weenie measures just under four
inches (ok, closer to 3 ½ inches) when fully erect
while being very thin, less than 3 inches in girth.
When flaccid it is not much more than a skinny little
nub.
I called and made an appointment for in the afternoon
three days later. I made sure I didn't jerk off in
between, so that at least I would be likely to show a
swollen penis, better than a flaccid little nubbin if I
needed to expose myself.
I arrived at the doctor's office at the appointed time
and it was obvious that I was to be the last patient
for the day. In fact, I think they were staying late to
accommodate me. The waiting room was empty except for
me, and the receptionist locked the door behind me and
turned the sign to show the office was closed. Within a
few minutes an attractive, young medical assistant
named Vicki came out and led me back to a rather
Spartan exam room, swinging the door most of the way
closed, but still open a crack. She then told me to
remove my clothes so she could get my vital statistics.
I removed my clothes except for my underwear. Looking
rather impatient as she stood by the scale, she said,
"C'mon. All of them." Sheepishly I slid my underwear
down, exposing my partially erect, yet shamefully small
penis. I noticed a slight grin on her face as she told
me to come over and get on the scale so she could
measure my height and weight. She checked my weight
(165 lbs.) then proceeded to check my height. As she
raised the measuring arm she gave me a little pat on
the ass as she said, "Move forward a bit so it will
reach." Then looking at my little erection she added,
"You have plenty of room."
By this time I was at my near 4 inch maximum length
protruding straight out. After measuring my height
(5'7") I was told to have a seat on the exam table so
my blood pressure and temperature could be checked. All
was well.
Vicki then told me I needed to provide blood and urine
samples. She pricked my finger and filled several small
glass tubes with blood samples. As she handed me a
plastic cup for urine she informed me that for chain of
custody purposes she would need to witness me peeing
into the cup. "Come with me," she directed, opening the
door and walking down the hallway.
Naked, I followed her down the hallway to the bathroom,
grateful that no one saw. Holding the cup in my left
hand, and my little erection between my right thumb and
two fingers, I managed to squeeze a little urine
through my hard penis, filling the cup about half way.
As I handed the cup to Vicki she looked at the sample,
looked down at my little erection, and said, "I guess
it will have to do."
My luck didn't hold out on the return trip to the exam
room. As I left the bathroom, there were the
receptionist and two black ladies, apparently the
cleaning crew, standing in the hallway. They both
snickered as I covered up my penis and squeezed by.
Back in the exam room I was told to lie down on the
table and that the doctor would be right in. I asked
Vicki for a sheet to cover up and was told that this
practice had stopped using such items to keep costs
down.
A few minutes later, just as my erection was beginning
to soften a little, in walked Doctor Karen Simpson,
along with Vicki. Dr. Simpson was a tall, attractive,
and blond, probably in her mid forties. She shook my
hand and introduced herself. Noticing that my little
weenie was pointing straight up the doctor told Vicki
that she should remain in the room.
As I laid there Dr. Simpson took the packet and told me
there was a medical questionnaire to complete first,
and then she would perform the physical exam. She
walked around the room asking me various questions
about my medical background. Eventually she reached the
section regarding sexual history and practices.
"Ever have sex with a man?" she asked. Being honest I
replied that a previous girlfriend used to make me
perform oral sex on another one of her boyfriends. "I
see," was her nonchalant response. However, I was sure
Vicki was trying to suppress laughter. And my little
weenie was now beginning to throb. I began to wish I
had jerked off before the appointment.
"Do you use condoms for protection when you have sexual
intercourse?" was the next question. I hesitantly
stammered out a, "Yes." I'm pretty sure she left the
questionnaire, when sensing my hesitation, the doctor
asked, "Do you have any trouble finding condoms that
will fit and stay on. You are quite a bit smaller than
average." Now I knew Vicki was stifling her laughter as
she watched my little weenie pulse. I could only
respond by saying that I'd found a shop that orders
extra small condoms for me. "Good," replied the doctor.
"Last question: Do you currently have a sex partner,
and how often do you have sex? If not, how often do you
masturbate?" I'm sure I was bright red as I related how
I have a girlfriend, but she thinks I am too small. So
mostly I provide her with oral sex. I masturbate once
or twice a day normally. "I understand," was the
response. "And does she have other partners?"
Sheepishly I answered, "Yes. She tells me she needs sex
from someone who is well-endowed." She jotted down some
notes, and mentioned that some additional blood tests
were to be ordered.
"Ok. Let's check you out now."
She put on rubber gloves and gave the form to Vicki, so
she could complete the paperwork as the doctor
performed the exam. The doctor then began with the
physical exam, poking, prodding and using her
instruments. She checked my eyes, throat, heartbeat,
breathing, reflexes and internal organs. She had me get
up and demonstrate balance and coordination by standing
on one foot with my arms extended, the touching my
nose. Then, she checked flexibility by having me lean
over and touch the ground. As I was bent over she gave
me a little pat on the ass and said I could stand up.
Then came the part I was dreading. "I need to check
your sexual organs." I nervously nodded and stood
there, hands at my side, as the doctor took my little
erection in between her thumb and forefinger.
"Obviously this works, in a sense," she noted, "even if
unfortunately for you it is a bit small." She smiled as
she gave it a couple of squeezes. I nodded my head in
agreement, trying to think of anything I could to avoid
squirting in her hand.
Dr. Simpson then took my ball sack in her right hand,
manipulating them around. "Your testicles seem to be
healthy, if a bit underdeveloped," she noted. She went
on, "Tell me, when you ejaculate, do you seem to
ejaculate a normal amount. I mean compared to the guys
your girlfriend made you perform oral sex on?"
By this point Vicki was almost openly laughing as she
jotted down notes and avoided making eye contact with
me. I could only reply with the truth. "No. I usually
produce a smaller amount. Nothing like some of the
other guys I've seen."
"That's what I thought. But don't worry," she told me.
"Just because you are small doesn't mean there are any
health issues. You seem to have found ways to achieve
sexual satisfaction despite your rather diminutive
size."
"We need to check a couple of more things. First let's
make sure you have no hernia problems." With that she
stood at my side and put her left hand between my ass
cheeks, in the area between my ball sack and anal
entrance. With her right hand she cupped my ball sack.
She checked several areas, asking me to cough each
time.
I'm not sure if it was intentional but as she checked
various areas her right forearm was applying pressure
to my throbbing penis. I was panting and on the edge of
cumming. By the time the hernia exam ended my little
weenie had a drop of precum on the tip and I was
involuntarily moving to and fro, as if fucking the air.
I was beginning to tremble, and my breathing was coming
in short gasps. I was on the edge of orgasming. The
doctor waited a few seconds for me to regain some sense
of composure. "One last check is all. Then we will be
done. I need to check your prostate." I gasped and
almost cried when Dr. Simpson put some lube on her
right index finger.
"Please climb back and lie down on the table," which I
did. "Now Vicki I will need your help here. Stand
behind his head." The doctor then lifted my legs and
had Vicki pull them toward her so that my ass was in
the air. "Keep your arms to your side and get ready.
This might be a little uncomfortable," she warned. Then
her finger entered my ass.
That was it. I could take no more. I started shaking,
rocking around and holding on to the edges of the
table. Vicki strained to hold my legs still as I
grunted and a wad of cum shot out of my little weenie
onto my chest and face. The doctor also held on,
keeping her grip on me and her finger in my ass until I
settled down. "That's ok," she comforted me. "Let's
finish this exam. Vicky, when we are done please note
in his record that he has an unusually strong anal
stimulative response."
I was still shaking as she removed her finger, utterly
humiliated and babbling something about apologies.
"It's ok," the doctor said. "You can get dressed now
and clean yourself up." She then left the room. Vicki
stayed, finishing the paperwork and giggling as I
dressed. Already totally humiliated and in a hurry I
simply used my fingers to scoop the cum off me, then
licked them clean.
Vicki then escorted me out, again patting me on the ass
and quietly saying, "Thanks little guy. It was fun." As
I left she added, "You poor thing."
I hurriedly scooted out, hoping I still had the job.
***
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