The Night I Became His Boy Again

**This story contains explicit adult content involving consensual incest between an 18-year-old son and his father. It includes heavy themes of humiliation, spanking, forced nudity, micro-penis size degradation, age-play, verbal degradation, and father/son sexual contact. All characters are consenting adults (18+)**

My name is Jake. I am eighteen years old. I am somewhat skinny, average height, and have dark hair that makes me look a few years older. I just graduated from high school a few months ago, so welcome to freedom. I thought about this until I had more free time. I didn't really know what to do.

I only lived with my father. His name is Jared, and he is pretty good-looking, my family has told me. I guess you could say he's pretty attractive. I take after him if I say so myself. I am a few inches taller than him.

He's in his fifties with a deep masculine voice and a full grey beard. He is pretty chubby with a cute bubble butt. I've caught myself staring at it, intrigued by how big it was. He's quite a macho but gentle parental figure. I really loved that about him.

He raised me alone, so I think that's why he was always overprotective. I admired how he carried himself with such a delicate masculine aura. I always felt protected and safe around him. No one ever messed with me if he was around.

I never really knew my mother, since she passed away when I was very young. But I do remember the earlier part of my childhood when he and I lived in France. That's where they met. I don't really miss living there, but the nude beaches were always so fun. It was one of my favorite childhood memories. I don't really get to be nude like I used to be as a young boy.

My father and I have a respectful yet playful relationship. We love to tease each other with light-hearted jokes and jabs. And most importantly, we are always honest with each other. We practically tell each other everything. But there were some areas of my life I preferred to keep private.

We tease each other about different things. And even jokes that have crossed the line were always told in good faith. It never affected me. Granted, he doesn't like when I tease him about his body, so I avoid it altogether. But sometimes I will bring it up when I think he deserves it, which he doesn't appreciate.

We live in a pretty big house somewhat deep in the forest. The view is pretty heavenly, so we often hiked to the nearby forest, The North Maine Woods. I enjoyed our tranquil adventures in the wild. Oftentimes, we would visit this nearby lake, which was pretty secluded. It felt like we were at the edge of existence.

I had the crazy idea of swimming in the lake by myself, which is something I've never done. I was breaking my father's only rule: don't go off on my own without a buddy. But honestly, who cares because I was an adult and could do whatever I wanted. One day, while my father was out working late, I walked to that beautiful lake. The air felt fresh and peaceful.

I dove in quickly and felt cleansed by the nice, cool water. I felt incredibly refreshed and rejuvenated. I was hoping no one would catch me, but this place was normally alienated from everyone.

I swam around for I don't know how long. But it was a long time because my skin became very pruney, yet not as wrinkled as my old man's, though, that's for sure. I have to remember that one when the time is right.

I always enjoyed being naked, especially growing up, but I don't really do it anymore. I'd rather keep my naked body to myself. I sat down on a log and peeked around to see if anyone was nearby. I took off my Speedo, laid it on my backpack, and ran for the water, completely naked.

The adrenaline rushed throughout my body and somewhat my penis. I felt naughty and exposed, as anyone could catch me or even steal my clothes. I can't imagine how they would react to seeing my naked body. It was exciting. After a few minutes, the excitement wore off, so I put my swimsuit back on and enjoyed the water.

I was lost in a daydream of several girls swimming and worshipping me.

Before the enjoyable climax, I was interrupted by my father calling out, "Jacob Maxwell. What do you think you are doing out there? "I told you to never go out here on your own. What were you thinking?" he growled.

"Well, Dad, don't forget I'm an adult now. I can do whatever I want."

"Oh, really? Get out of the water now," he demanded.

His tone was quite intimidating, one I haven't heard in a while. I actually felt a little scared, but what was he going to do to me?

"Dad, it's not a big deal at all, really," I felt myself growing more nervous the more he towered over me, and I don't mean physically.

"It is a big deal to me. I only have one rule for you, boy."

He shouted a few more times while I dried off and put the rest of my clothes on. I just rolled my eyes and walked ahead of him. We didn't talk the rest of the way.

We entered the house, and he said, "Go to your room and think about what you've done."

I just smirked at him and walked away. He was being completely unreasonable. He was basically giving me a time-out; I was fine and grown up. I just sat there playing my Atari. After an uncomfortable hour, I heard a knock on the wooden door.

"Kiddo, can I come in?"

"Yeah, sure, Dad."

"Look, son, I am very disappointed in you. I know it was exciting, but you don't know what's out there. I care about you, and I'm just looking out for you."

"I know, Dad, but it's really none of your business what I do with my life now."

I didn't want my father to think he was in charge of my life. He always was overprotective, unbearably at times, but now I can make my own choices, and it wasn't up to him. My good friend Kyle told me I should stand up for myself more and live my own life. But looking at my Dad's face, he seemed very turned off by that.

"Listen, boy, if you live under my roof, you obey my rules. And that's final."

"Dad, I'm not a little boy anymore; you can't control me."

I started getting angry at him for being dramatic about this whole thing.

"Fine, if that's how you will be..."

Something must have flipped in his mind because, without hesitation, he grabbed my wrist with all his strength. My father was a lumberjack, so he was really strong--even for his older age. He was 53. He dragged me to the family room as I tried to break free from his painful grip.

"Dad, what are you doing? You're being crazy!"

I shouted so loud my voice cracked, which didn't help my case.

"For someone acting all grown up, you're a pretty immature boy. And with that immaturity comes that exact punishment."

I haven't seen my father like this since I broke my grandma's urn when I was a teenager. Before I could continue protesting like a disobedient child, he planted his big behind on the couch, bent me over his knee, and just held me there.

I couldn't move, and I was trying so hard. I needed to escape because I knew exactly where this was headed. I was about to be spanked. The last time he spanked me was years ago. This couldn't be happening. It must have been a horrible nightmare.

"Dad, stop. Please. I am a grown man. I'm not eight."

I wiggled around, trying to evade my father, who was holding me down with his manly strength. I don't know how he was so strong. I couldn't overpower him in the slightest. He had complete control over my body.

He yanked my shorts down and said, "My, my, what do we have here? Should an adult really wear comic book undies, my boy?"

"Hey! You bought me these."

"I know because I knew my little boy would love them. And I was right."

He threw my shorts across the room. He rubbed my bottom softly, like he was studying the architectural landscape. His warm hand kneaded every sensitive area. I was so embarrassed that I was about to receive a spanking from my father. This was the man who raised and loved playing with me. I thought this was over years ago.

"Please, don't," I continued to shout.

He ignored me and started spanking my ass. It began with light taps quickly becoming consistent, hard licks. I guess it wasn't a nightmare because the pain would have woken me up.

"Daddy, no. That hurts."

I didn't mean to call him that, but it just came out. His power honestly transported me back to adolescence. I did feel like a little boy again under my father's grip. It felt like nothing had changed from then to now.

"Awww, now you want to call me 'Daddy?' That's not something a grown-up would say, huh?"

"I'm sorry. I am. I'm sorry I disobeyed you. I won't do it again."

"You promise?" he whispered.

His whispers and calm demeanor felt even more intimidating than his shouting.

"Yes, Daddy. I promise."

"Good, but see, I still don't believe you."

He then took off my shirt and socks and also threw them where my shorts landed. There was nothing I could do to stop him. The pain was getting much worse, and I felt so naughty like this.

"Things were going so well, but since you graduated, your ego has been insufferable. I didn't raise such a punk--like remember the time you came home late and drunk. I was so worried. I didn't think this type of punishment was appropriate. But after what happened today, you deserve this, don't you?"

"No, I don't. I'm a good boy, really."

I guess I would never learn. I should have just apologized, and maybe things would have ended sooner. But my pride again got in the way.

"Clearly not."

This couldn't get any worse. Each spank clap not only hurt but also embarrassed me so badly. But this could be close to the end. There was no way he would actually spank me naked.

Like he read my mind, he snarkly said, "Bet you thought you'd be safe. But nope."

"Not naked, please!"

He yanked my underwear off my body cleanly. And like before, he tossed it in the middle of the room. I was completely nude over my father's lap.

"I didn't know adults still got bare-butt spankings from their daddies."

I saw all my clothes clumped together in that small pile--my only cover left. Now, my own father had a clear view of my naked, pale butt sticking out. At this point, it must have been red, but I couldn't tell.

"You're going to get a bare-bottom spanking, boy. I don't care how embarrassed you are. You need to learn your lesson. Tell me you deserve this."

I really didn't want to say anything.

"Yes, I deserve to be spanked," I said out of defeat.

He sternly asked, "Why?"

"Please don't make me say it," I pleaded.

"Say it now."

"Because I've been a bad little boy."

"Yes, you have."

Each spank now felt even more extreme and violating. It hurt way more than before. And I was emotionally decimated. The worst part was that it was working. I was his little boy and would always be that. He was finally starting to slow down. After several more minutes, his work commenced. He rubbed each butt cheek with fatherly fondness.

"I'm sorry, boy. It hurts me more than it hurts you."

I knew that was a complete lie. How could it hurt him more than myself? I was bare-assed over my father's knee, being spanked like a little disobedient child. I thought it was finally over until he leaned down and kissed each butt cheek. That was the final jewel of humiliation.

He picked me up, and we hugged. He rubbed my back, like I was a toddler. I wanted to disappear in my room. I didn't even look at the man. The silence was loud. My legs were squished together, so my penis wasn't exposed. I was grateful for that cover.

I quickly turned around so he wouldn't see my front side and walked away fully naked until he said, "Son, we aren't done. Go kneel in the corner over there, now."

This was horrible. Why was he being so cruel to me? I hated the fact he could see my entire exposed bum. But I knew better than to argue with him, so I walked to the corner he pointed at.

"You'll kneel there for an hour. Now, I want you to think about what you've done. Your Dad will get a good view of your bare butt," I just stood there, staring at the wall. "Oh, and hands on your head," I obeyed.

Every minute was pure agony. The pace was too slow. I just sat there, embarrassed that my entire bum was exposed to my father. And I knew he watched me the whole time. After an hour, I wanted to run to my room and hide forever, but of course, he didn't let that happen.

"Okay, Jake, I think you've learned your lesson." A sigh of relief escaped me.

"It's your bedtime now. You know what that means."

He couldn't mean what I thought. He didn't expect me to walk up to him naked.

"Come hug and kiss your dear Daddy goodnight."

This was something we normally did every night, but I didn't want to do it naked.

"But where are my clothes?"

"You don't need them. They are being washed. Just come as you are."

I didn't have any cover whatsoever. I couldn't believe this was happening.

"Dad, I just want to go to bed. Please."

"Yes, son, after what we always do. Get your naked behind up here now."

"No, I don't want to."

"What's the matter with you, boy? You want that ass even redder?"

"No, I don't."

"Then, for the final time, walk your skinny little white... err or red butt over here now."

There's a reason I've been desperately hiding my front. This was the first time my father had seen me naked in years. He doesn't mind being naked, but as I grew up, I avoided it more and more. I always ran around nude when I was a child, and it felt so freeing. I wish I could do it again, even with my father. But I had a justifiable reason why I avoided that.

"Okay," I mumbled.

I stood up and turned around, presenting my entire naked body to my father. He sat on the couch with his feet up, glaring at me, still looking pretty upset. He immediately looked down at my penis, waggling and humorously grinned. I think he tried to avoid laughing. It just bounced around while I walked up to him. I sat on the couch next to him. If I were his little boy before, now I really was.

His demeanor shifted, and he said, "You know I really didn't want to do that."

He caressed the back of my head as he comforted me. My father was always the kindest and sweetest man. But if you disobeyed him, he became a different person.

"Yes, I know, dad."

"Well, it seems like you learned your lesson. Don't do it again."

"I won't. I promise," I said in my innocent voice, which my father always thought was cute.

He chuckled and responded, "You're a good boy, Jake," he grabbed me and hugged me hard, and then he kissed me on the lips. "Get some sleep, just like that. I know you enjoy sleeping naked. I can understand why you weren't comfortable being nude in front of your old man here. But you have nothing to be embarrassed about."

"I don't?" I asked him.

"Not at all. C'mon my boy, Your derrière is so smooth and round. But most importantly, your little winky here is just the cutest."

I felt so embarrassed, even more so now. He could have just accepted how I was. I have a penis, and that's it. But he had to call it a 'little winky.' I didn't know how to respond.

It pained me to admit this fact, but I have a really small penis. That's why I felt so ashamed. As I grew up, I wasn't like the other boys. I didn't feel included. My penis is around half an inch flaccid and two inches erect on the most generous of days.

It has the same girth as my pinky finger too, so I didn't have length or thickness. That's not the last of it either. I was completely hairless, except for the top of my head. And to top it off, I had a very small scrotum area too. I was very undeveloped in the genital area. But puberty was finished years ago, so it was just destiny. And that has made me super shy, especially around girls.

"Umm, yes, Dad. Thank you."

"So, is that the reason you don't like being naked with me anymore?

"What do you mean?"

"You used to run around naked as a boy with that little dingle jiggling around in France. It was just the cutest. I thought maybe you would grow more into it, but I guess that isn't the case. Don't you remember?" I didn't want to think about it. "Come to think of it, it pretty much looks the same."

It was horrifying to hear that I'm still like a little boy. But it was true, if you just saw my groin, you could easily mistake me for a little boy. I was very ashamed.

"Yes, I do remember. I just stopped doing it."

"Well, that's sad. Don't you feel more comfortable being nude?"

"I guess so, but I just choose not to."

He looked at me with an honest look and rubbed my thigh lovingly.

"Jake, kiddo, we are always honest with each other."

"I am, Dad. I really mean it."

He kindly looked right into my eyes and uttered with sincerity, "So, it has nothing to do with how ridiculously tiny your winky is?"

"No, of course not, it's not because of my, well, never mind."

He rubbed my bare back and said, "Please, son, it's okay, really. You can say it. You can say anything to me--you know that."

I just nodded ashamedly. I wanted this over. Why was he prying? I clearly didn't want to talk about it, but I had to give in.

"No, Dad. Please."

He continued rubbing my thigh and ignored me.

"It's okay, son, really, if it's about how small your little wee-wee is. That would make sense."

He wasn't going to give up, so I just had to swallow my pride.

"Okay, yes, it's true. I'm embarrassed by my dick."

"Why, son? Because it's so small?"

"I don't know if it's that small."

I heard my father chuckle.

"Well, yes, son, it is really small."

"I mean, I don't think so."

"I'll be right back." He walked to his room and brought back a photo album. I've never seen it before. "Well, let's just see."

"Dad, what is this?"

"Just a secret photo album I've kept throughout the years."

I looked through the photo album and saw many photos of me as a toddler. Then with horror, my father flipped to a page of me in the bathtub. Unfortunately, my penis was the exact same size. I was mortified. I looked away.

"See my boy. Your penis is the same size as when you were a toddler. So, yes it's extremely small."

"Yes, I know. I didn't want to admit it."

"I think if we compared both penises, you wouldn't know which one was which."

He flipped through it and showed me many more photos, which confirmed my worst nightmare.

Honestly, son, I am disappointed in you."

"Why?

"I think you know why."

I really didn't but could only come up with one thing.

Because of my penis size, Dad?"

I was hoping that wasn't the case, but I had no idea why he was so disappointed in me.

"No, that was quite the shocking reveal, my boy. But because you didn't tell me about it. We're best friends, and I've never hidden anything from you. Well, because I love you."

"I love you too, but you need to realize I was embarrassed by it."

He shook his head and said, "Oh, well, that is complete nonsense. There is nothing wrong with you at all. This is your body, and you have nothing to be ashamed about. You should have come to me and said 'Dad, I have an extremely tiny little penis.' I wouldn't have judged you."

"So, I really shouldn't feel bad about my penis?"

"Of course not, my boy," he winked at me and actually grabbed my penis with his index finger and thumb and wiggled it. "Look at this little thing," he said like I was a little boy. "It's so small. But it's really adorable."

"Are you sure?" I asked back.

"Yes, my sweet Jake. You should have told me about how you felt about your small pee-pee. I would never judge my boy."

"I know that, Dad."

"So, why were you embarrassed by it?"

"You know why. It's, you know... small."

"That's an understatement, my boy. I wouldn't have been so shocked if you told me years ago. I couldn't believe it when I just saw it right now."

I knew where this was going, but I asked, "Really?"

"Of course. I haven't seen you nude since you were maybe eleven years old," he looked down between my legs. "And that is one tiny little pecker you have, my boy. It might be a world record, haha," he pinched his index finger and thumb together, leaving the smallest gap between them.

"Oh, okay, Dad."

"I can understand why you didn't want to be nude anymore. It can be quite embarrassing to have such a tiny winky. But it's really cute. And, amazingly, you have no pubes. Do you shave?"

I can't believe he noticed I was smooth down there, and now he was actually pointing it out. I just agreed earnestly with a forced smile. I really felt like crying, but it was better than another spanking.

"No, I just don't grow any pubic hair."

"Wow, you know many men have to waste time and money shaving. So you're lucky."

"I wish I grew pubes."

"Well, I wish my butt wasn't so big; we all have concerns, right, my boy?"

"Well, that's different, Dad."

"How so, son?"

"A big butt isn't the same as a--well, penis size."

"That's true, but I'm just sharing that I'm insecure about my body too."

"I appreciate that, Dad."

"Look Jake, I know I spanked you and called you my little boy. That was to make sure the punishment was drilled in your head," he actually extended his index finger and tapped the head of my little dick. I couldn't believe he just did that. "I didn't realize your willy was THAT tiny. After seeing how absolutely tiny that little thing is, I guess I actually have physical proof now that you will always be a little boy where it matters. My sweet little boy."

He just touched my dick, and to my surprise, it reacted to his touch. I don't know if it's fortunate or unfortunate, but he couldn't tell I was sporting a mid-boner.

"Dad, please, this is pretty embarrassing."

He must have realized something because he then said, "Oooh. Don't tell me your little winky is why you're shy around girls?"

He just wouldn't quit, would he?

"Yes, I am always nervous around girls. I am worried about them discovering my size."

"Oh my poor boy, but yeah, I can imagine that's a major concern for someone like you," I looked uncomfortable, and he tried to correct himself. "I didn't mean it like that. But I can imagine someone young like you wouldn't want any girls seeing it yet--not because of the very small size."

I didn't know what to say. He wanted me to be honest, but was he even being true to his word? Of course I didn't want girls seeing what's between my legs.

"Are you being honest, Dad?"

"I guess not, my boy. I would also feel incredibly embarrassed if my penis were exposed to girls. So, are you still a virgin then?" he asked me.

I looked down and nodded.

"Aww, my poor boy. His perfect little pee-pee hasn't become a man's quite yet. I'm sure you will soon. You're quite dashing. Just be more confident in yourself."

"How do I do that with what I've got?"

"Simply embrace it. It's your precious little tiny acorn. No one can take that away from you--no matter how much they laugh or tease you. I don't know how you will have sex with a woman with your little pee-pee here. But good luck, my boy. When did you realize you had a very small penis?"

"Probably in middle school after baseball. I always avoided the locker room but was encouraged to shower."

Aww, my poor boy. I can't imagine how small it was back then. You probably had nothing, huh."

"Yes, I didn't have much."

It's okay, my boy."

"Thank you, Dad," and he hugged me. "So, are we okay then?" I asked solemnly.

He squeezed me into another warm hug.

"Of course we are, son. Please don't ever feel embarrassed about your body. You know I'm also insecure about my height and how big my butt is."

"Well, I think you look great, Dad."

I lifted his shirt and tickled his chubby, hairy tummy. He started tickling me, and we were laughing together again. It embarrassed me that my little dick jiggled while we laughed together. I felt so safe with him, even though I was completely nude with him right next to me in full attire. And he wouldn't stop looking at my cock.

"Well, this was a great chat, my boy. Thank you for being honest about your itty bitty weenie here."

"Dad, c'mon. Why don't you call it a dick or cock?"

"Well, it's because it's just a little pee-pee, not a cock or dick. And you should always refer to that. You'll feel better, so you won't compare it to other normal dicks and cocks."

He saw me squirm next to him, so he tried to make me feel better. But he failed.

"I know you probably just want to hide because your father is looking right at your tiny little pee-pee, but you should embrace it more. Show it off more to me. I'm sure I will always get a kick out of how little it is! Give it a little wiggle."

"What?"

"Dance for me."

"Dad, c'mon."

"Please, with a little cherry on top," and he winked.

"Fine," and I started swaying my hips, to which my penis barely moved. It wiggled a few times, which caused my father to giggle.

"Yes, good boy. Wiggle your little wee-wee for Daddy."

"Okay, goodnight, Dad. I love you."

"I love you too, son. And I think you should sleep just like that tonight. Let the little guy breathe some."

"Okay, Dad."

I rapidly walked back to my room and started crying. I've never felt more embarrassed in my entire life. I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked like a pathetic little boy. Why was it so small? And dear lord, my ass was very red.

I went to bed and grabbed my little hard skinny two-inch penis and started jerking with two fingers until I finished on myself, which didn't take very long. This was the worst day of my life. I slept on my stomach because my butt was in immense pain. But I really hope he forgets this and moves on.

The morning came, and my deep sleep was interrupted by, "Wakey-wakey, my little Jakey-Jakey."

My father was opening the blinds, and before I could react because I felt a little disoriented, he threw the covers off me. He took such joy in seeing my naked body.

"Oh, what a good boy, listening to your father last night. You slept as I told you to."

I rubbed my eyes, and I saw Dad was completely nude from head to toe. He didn't waste time last night. He had a massive cock. I felt so small being so close to him. I turned over, and he looked right at my little cock. He shook his head.

"Wow. That is tiny, my boy. I'll need to get used to that."

Last night should have been the last time he saw it. I looked between my legs. It had to have been maybe half an inch long. He came really close to it and just stared at it.

"My goodness, your penis is so small, my boy. Come to breakfast like that. We should be nude more often--not all the time because I know you're self-conscious about your little winky. But come on! I have a surprise for you."

I walked into the kitchen naked, smelling his special country-fried steak. My father's big smooth ass was exposed. It was my favorite. We sat and ate.

"This is really good, Dad. I really like the gravy."

He rubbed the back of my head and said, "I'm really glad, son. Do you feel better from yesterday?"

I finished drinking my orange juice and said, "Yes, I do."

"Good. Life is too short to worry about something, well, so short," he chuckled, causing me to squish my legs together, hiding it so easily.

"Yeah, yeah."

"So, I need to tell you, you need to babysit our neighbor, Simon, next Friday."

This sounded like such a chore. My father worked during the day, and university didn't start for a few months. There was no way out of this.

"And you expect me to take care of the brat?" I snapped.

"Oh, Jake, be nice."

"Why? This sounds like hell."

He lightly hit the back of my head.

"What should I do?"

"I don't know. Spend some time with him, take him hiking, play games, whatever you want. You do need to make sure he goes to bed on time."

"Fine, I guess. I'll do it."

"That's a good boy."

In the following weeks, my father and I had a great time. He didn't pressure me at all, and everything felt back to normal. However, Dad would surprise me and easily get me naked any time he wanted. The first time was when he was doing laundry and insisted I stay naked.

I was relaxing, reading my book in the family room when my naked father said, "Son, I'm about to do the wash."

"Alright, I know the drill."

I started walking to my room to strip down and wear something else."

He held my shoulder and told me, "Son, where are you going?"

"Umm, to my room."

"Why?" he prompted.

"To put something else on."

"Nonsense, boy. Since you told me earlier that the reason you didn't want to be naked anymore was because of your really little willy, then you shouldn't have a problem being naked for a little bit. I've already seen every inch of you, particularly that little inch."

His referring to my little inch made my face brighten. I really didn't want to be naked anymore in front of him. The spanking was enough. Not again. But I had no choice. As my underwear hit the ground, he already began teasing me again.

"It looks smaller than an inch today. It's so cute."

Like magic, he pulled out a ruler from his pocket. He was actually going to measure my tiny penis! He held it against my little soft dick.

"Awww! It's not even half an inch. It looks like 0.2. That is so amazing," he laughed.

I was humiliated that my father actually measured my entire penis, and it didn't even reach half an inch. I covered my scared little winky. He laughed harder and told me uncover myself.

"No need to feel embarrassed. No one else is here. And if you really need to cover it, here, just do this," he stuck out his pinky and covered it with just the tip of it. I was now completely covered. "See, you just need the tip of your little pinky finger to cover your entire penis. How convenient."

Lately, he treated me like a little boy. But at this point, I knew better than to argue. I knew where that got me. He also stripped down. With him being naked next to me, there was such a stark contrast between our legs. And it was so humiliating. He measured his own cock.

"See my boy, this is seven inches. And it's soft. But that's okay. Hehe, I always have to remember how cute you are, my nakey boy. I still can't get over how tiny your little winky is. I swear I've never seen a smaller pecker in my life."

He always had to mention things I already knew.

"Dad, ease up, please. You've already told me that before," I said with some attitude.

"Oh, I know, but I just like telling you. It's fun."

"Yeah, I guess so. It's not for me."

"Why not? You can't change it. You were born with the smallest penis anyone's probably ever seen. You should embrace it," he then just casually bopped my penis and giggled. "Ding dong, anyone home?"

Yeah, he did stuff like that with me now.

"I haven't actually seen it so closely since your deserved spanking. Let me take a closer look."

And that's what he did, inspecting every angle of my genitalia inches from me. He saw where my circumcision scar was. There wasn't a shaft whatsoever, just a tiny head smaller than his pinky tip glued to my raisin-sized testicles. I felt so small and helpless like that.

"See, my boy, I need to get really close even to see what you're working with."

I could feel how close he was. I couldn't do anything, so I just looked at the ceiling.

"Your little winkle is so impressive. You should be proud, son."

"Proud of what?"

"You should be proud of how tiny it is. Most boys can never say that. See, son, almost all boys have bigger dicks than you, but it's very unique to you."

He massaged it with his thumb and index finger, wiggling it back and forth.

"You know what they say. Something on a fur coat," he pondered for a moment. "Oh, yeah. It's a button on a fur coat, only you don't have any fur, my boy. It's just a little white button, hehe."

And that was just one example of the different encounters we would normally have. But it felt innocent and sweet. He was never mean about it. And I felt a little encouraged about my body.

A few weeks passed, and the most dreadful weekend came. In these few weeks, my father and I had some nice moments. He would still randomly bring up my little winky, but it wasn't as bad as I expected it to be. He saw me naked a few times, but I didn't mind because he didn't make it a big deal.

Simon entered our family room with his father, Bill. Simon was a chubby boy with dark brown hair and a squeaky voice. He said his goodbyes, so that left him with us. My father had to leave for work. I couldn't believe my father made me do this. But it was honestly a normal day, and I felt good being bigger and stronger than someone, so I told him what to do.

I made him do all my chores. I pretended it was some game, so I didn't feel bad. He enjoyed it. I did also tease him a little. Later that evening, my father came home, and Bill picked Simon up. An hour later, my father's phone rang, and he picked it up. I could hear from the other room. He sounded angry actually.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of him," and he hung up the phone. "Jake, come down here this instant," he shouted.

I walked in the living room clothed with my father angry, "What? What's wrong?"

"What did I tell you about being a disrespectful little prick?"

"I wasn't..."

"And you're a liar too. Because that was Simon's father on the phone. You made him do your chores all day. And he even said you made fun of his baby fat."

I started laughing, but my father's intimidating glare told me to shut it.

"Jake, this little ego of yours is getting very frustrating."

Before I could justify what I did, he threw me over his knee, like before. He took my pants off and repeated the same process. All those embarrassing feelings came back quickly.

"Don't do this. I was joking around."

"Well, it's not joking, it's bullying. And you were bullying our neighbor today, weren't you?"

"So? The little shit deserved it," I regrettably said.

"No, he didn't, but you surely do."

He started spanking me again, and obnoxiously loud slaps to my bottom were humiliating. It was even more forceful than the first time.

"No, please. Daddy, not naked."

He ignored me, and eventually, all of my clothes were thrown in the middle of the room again. I was fully naked over my father's strong, bare legs.

"How many times do I have to tell you not to joke about other people's bodies? After our long talk a few weeks ago, I supported you and your body. I even gave you confidence for your ridiculously tiny little baby wee-wee down there. You confided in me, and I respected it. And this is how you repay me?" he slammed his hand on my bare butt. My white cheeks were crying.

"Owww. Please, I am so sorry, Daddy."

"No, I am sorry. I thought the first spanking was enough for you to behave, but this may need to be a regular thing until you're better."

"No, anything but that, Daddy."

"What happened to your cocky attitude from before? Things change when you're butt naked over your own father's lap getting spanked like a little boy while he knows your most embarrassing secret. You've got the smallest penis ever, and that's so humiliating for you. You know I'm already sensitive about my body, but I cross the line with Simon. Why would you make him feel self-conscious about his baby fat, knowing you're insecure about your little hairless teeny weenie? Now that is truly something to be ashamed of."

"Cause it's true. It's just a joke."

"Well, you indeed have the tiniest little pee-pee I've ever seen--probably in the world. And we don't make jokes about it, even though most people would."

"I just thought it was funny. I'll apologize to him."

"Not yet, you won't. You're a fully grown eighteen-year-old with a penis smaller than most toddlers. And you still thought you could bully Simon? We aren't finished here, little boy."

"I'm not a little boy."

"Then stop making juvenile jokes like one."

"Okay, but you can't keep treating me this way. I'm a grown man."

"You're never too old for Daddy's lap. In fact, yes, we will make this a normal thing until you really learn," he grabbed my waist with both hands, and he physically flipped me over like I was a little doll. "Especially with that pathetic little baby nub between your legs."

He looked right at my little penis nestled between my legs, so I quickly covered it when I had the opening.

"No, move those damn hands, little boy. I want to see my boy's clit," I complied with his demand. "Go ahead. Look at it." His hand hooked around the back of my neck. He held my head down, so I was forced to look right at it. "Do you see it?"

From all the action and torment, it was shockingly the tiniest I've ever seen, and my father was looking right at it too. It was extremely small, like the exact proportions of a peanut.

"Yes, I see it," I nodded and whimpered.

"Me too. I see the most embarrassing thing I've witnessed in my life, truly. I can't imagine if I had a dick that damn tiny. Look at it. Think twice before shaming anyone's body. If that ever crosses your mind again, remember you'll always pack this useless little minuscule member. Now, tell me, little boy, would you like it if people made fun of your little winky?"

His fingertip bounced on my penis.

"Dad!" I shouted. I pushed my dad's hands away before getting a sharp slap on my inner thigh. "Owww. Stop."

"Don't speak to me that way--ever. Do you hear me, boy?"

"Yes, I do," I whined.

"All that cocky attitude and deep down, you're just a little boy with an embarrassing little winky to match. How humiliating."

My father wiggled my little bald pee-pee with his pinky finger to emphasize how tiny I was. I was so embarrassed. My legs were up like he was going to change my diaper or something. I had never been more humiliated in my entire life, and he knew it.

"Now, answer the question."

"Okay, no, I wouldn't want anyone making fun of my cock."

"No, boy, describe it anatomically correctly."

"Okay, I wouldn't want anyone making fun of my little winky," I quietly said.

"Louder," he demanded.

"No, the neighbors will hear."

"Oh, so now you care about the neighbors? They should hear. I want them to hear how you have the winky of a little boy. I hope everyone hears, and they tell everyone. Imagine every girl knowing little Jakey here is hung like a damn hamster. They'd laughed their heads off forever. You would be a virgin for life. Perhaps then you will learn something about respect."

"Anything, please. I can't say that."

With horror, my father pushed my penis inside me, like a clit. I was completely mortified. I felt my father's bigger finger stretch inside the hole he created.

"My boy's little clit hasn't had sex yet. And it probably never will. I don't know what girl will want this little nub inside them."

"Okay, please stop."

"She sure will be disappointed seeing you naked, son."

"No."

"Well, maybe a man can fuck you like a girl."

"Fine. I have a really tiny little boy winky!" I shouted.

"Good, I'm glad you admitted the truth. So then you should know how much worse it feels when it comes from your own son, or even father."

"No, please, Dad. I've had enough. I can't do it anymore."

"Get used to it. It's a rough life being this tiny. Only I decide if you've had enough. Well, Jake, would you like it if I made fun of your little boy winky?"

"No, Daddy, I really wouldn't."

His finger traveled downward to below my balls.

"You like calling me Daddy, huh?" I didn't say anything. "What about the fact you have no balls? Would you like me to tease you about that?"

That wasn't true at all. And he needed to know it. I was furious.

"That's not true, old man. I have bal..."

Before I could finish my little temper tantrum, Dad gently tapped his finger against my tiny shriveled scrotum.

With a raised eyebrow that told me to keep my mouth shut, he asked, "You mean this flat little area you have? All I see are two little blueberries underneath your tiny acorn," I didn't respond. "So, what if I made fun of you for still having no pubes for your age?" He stroked my smooth, bald pubic region. "For still being a little boy, would you like that, Jacob Maxwell?"

I whimpered and shook my head.

"What about the fact it's smaller and thinner than my entire pinky finger?"

"No, Daddy."

"Well, too bad. When I first saw it, I couldn't believe my boy was packing the smallest baby penis I've ever seen. How embarrassing for me as a father since my cock is huge. Something must have happened to cause such a horrifying mutation." He grabbed my ear and whispered something horrifying me. "Repeat everything I said."

"No, Daddy, please I can't do that."

"I can spank you all night if that's what you want. I can send you right over to apologize to Simon in person just like this."

"Okay, please don't. I have a small penis."

"And?"

"I don't know."

He spanked me harder and yelled, "You know what to say."

"Okay, I have a very tiny little boy penis. It's skinny, short, small, and hairless. I've never grown any pubic hair. And my balls are really tiny too. There."

"Was that so hard, baby boy?"

I shook my head, feeling like I was about to weep over my father's knee.

"You also forgot to mention you're a virgin."

"Yes, I'm still a virgin."

"Why?"

"Because my penis is too small. No girl would ever be interested."

I was so humiliated beyond belief. I don't know what happened, but my cock "grew" from the attention. And he noticed right away.

He whispered in my ear, "I think almost every woman I've been with has had a bigger clit than you. I should have raised you as a girl."

From all the excitement, I had a little issue. And he noticed and made sure to humiliate me for it.

"Oh my goodness. I didn't think this could get any worse for you. But let's add one more to the list of shame. How about the fact you have the smallest boner I've ever seen in my life?"

I looked down and saw my little hard cock sticking straight up to the world. It looked like it was 1.5 inches. I felt so pathetic. I couldn't believe I was erect.

"It's still smaller than my pinky," he stuck his pinky out and laid it against my hard little cock. "Not only are you a mean little boy with the tiniest little itty bitty dingle, but you are also so naughty. You're actually getting off on the attention. It's the most attention your microwilly will probably ever get. And that attention is from your own father. And you know it."

"Okay, Daddy, I'm truly very sorry."

"I don't care. Don't move."

He tossed me on the couch while he walked to the kitchen. He came back with a ruler. No, he was going to measure my erect penis. He laid the ruler right next to my rock-hard boner. I didn't look but recoiled from his astonishment.

"Dad, no, please."

"You should be grateful I'm doing this for you, brat," he started laughing and exclaimed, "Exactly one inch. Haha. Your hard penis is literally only an inch. That's hilarious!" he laughed loudly.

"Okay, I've learned my lesson."

"I don't believe you. He grabbed my little boner with two fingers and gave it a few jerks while he harshly laughed. Imagine you're out with a girl, you get naked, and she sees this. She would be so disappointed. Might as well give her a baby carrot because that will satisfy her more."

"Okay, I get it."

"You with no pants and underwear on is humiliating for you, humorous for everyone else."

"Yes, Dad, I understand."

I was incredibly frustrated but didn't want to show it.

"She wouldn't be able to feel a thing with this."

"I get it. I've already said that."

"Then I better not hear you making fun of another person's body again, do you understand me, little boy?" His finger gently tapped the top of my tiny rock-hard cock in time with the words 'little boy.'

He aggressively flipped me back over and continued spanking my skinny, white pale butt. My father's heavy hand came down again and again, each smack punctuated by cruel but necessary reminders of my own pathetic endowment, forcing me to confront the hypocrisy of body shaming.

He spread my legs further and further, exposing my tiny little ball sac. I couldn't believe that my boner wouldn't go down. I felt so exposed, vulnerable, and helpless. My father was protecting me through discipline. And a part of me secretly appreciated it. I was lying across his knee, fully naked, with him smacking my bare butt hard, and my little cock in his control.

I should have been mortified, and I was, to a certain extent. The pain was intense, and I wanted it to stop badly. But I still somewhat craved this attention. My father's grip strength on my body was addictive.

I don't know what was happening, but my cock remained erect. Through the dreadful pain, I could feel my orgasm coming. While he spanked me, I felt my little penis squirt cum on my father's lap.

"Mmmm," I moaned accidentally.

"Jake, what are you doing?"

"I'm sorry, Daddy. But I... er... I, you know."

"Get up, bad boy," I did, and there was a huge wet spot on his shorts. I could see the white pools of my cum, some of them dropping to my father's bare legs. "You're such a bad boy. Gross. I just did the wash," he looked at my cock shrinking down to a flaccid blueberry, dripping droplets of my cum. "This is your punishment. You're not supposed to enjoy it."

"I'm so sorry, Daddy."

"You were actually getting off on your own father spanking you like a little boy. Stand in the corner with your red ass and tiny speck on display. Think long and hard about why you never shame another person's body again," he shouted.

I knelt in the corner again with an ass even redder than the first spanking. He really gave it to me this time. I really didn't know why I was so turned on. The humiliation didn't do it for me.

My father glared at me, so I asked him, "Can I please wear clothes after this?"

"Not after you ruined my clothes with your perverted accident. No way. Besides, you need to look your best for our special guest."

"What guest?"

My father just walked away laughing. The next hour was a brutal test of my patience and pain endurance. I think I liked the idea of being a helpless little boy, with my father taking care of me. He was always overprotective of me, sometimes to an extreme. I could feel the stirrings growing in my little penis again. I calmed down and was okay. The door knocked, and my father answered it. I couldn't hear who was there.

My father came in with Bill from next door.

"See, Bill, I told you I would take care of my mean little boy here."

Oh my god. I couldn't believe it. I was completely naked in front of our macho neighbor. I knew they were analyzing every inch of my naked body. I wanted to cover up so badly, but I was frozen, hands above my head, with my little micropenis exposed. I was humiliated beyond comprehension.

Bill started laughing and cried out, "Wow, now that's what I call good parenting. I can't believe you're making him sit here butt ass naked."

"Yes, fully naked. And he's going to kneel here for another hour."

I turned my head and hollered like a little boy, "But that's not fair."

"My son has been crying this whole evening because of the despicable stuff you said. The least you could do is shut your mouth and sit there like a good little boy."

This was so cruel of my father. He knew how embarrassed and insecure I was. And he still did this to me. I even had to cancel with my friends that night. But that was the least of my worries now. Now, my father and our neighbor were both looking at my little cock. I couldn't face them, so I just looked down at the dark carpet my knees fell into.

"So," my father said, looking at me.

I finally looked at my neighbor's annoying face. He had the biggest grin seeing me like this, as if he won the lottery or something.

"Fine. Bill, I'm really sorry for teasing your son."

"What else?" My father asked.

"And I'm sorry for making him do my chores. It won't ever happen again."

"See, Bill, does that make you feel better?"

"It does, Jared. Thank you. I can't believe Jake is actually naked." They both fist-bumped, while he looked at me, confused. "You know, Jared, that is one tiny little cock, haha." They both laughed and stuck out their pinky fingers.

"I know. I just saw him naked as an adult a few weeks ago when I had to spank him. I haven't had to do that in years."

"I can't imagine your shock. None of my boys have ever been that small, not even when they were born."

I was incredibly embarrassed these two adult men were mocking my penis.

"And just between us, he's really embarrassed by it."

"I mean of course! I can't wait to tell everyone at home."

"Oh, sure. I'm sure they would love to hear all about Jake's cute little winky. That's okay with you, right, Jake?" he spoke with that tone again.

"Yes, that sounds fine."

"I hope this little shit wouldn't actually blabber his blabbermouth to everyone," I thought.

"That's a great reminder, Bill. Jake, you have one more apology to make."

I sighed and said, "I'm sorry for making fun of your son's body."

"And why is it more hypocritical for you, Jake?"

"Because I have a very small winky."

"That's right, Jake. You were just projecting, weren't you?"

"Yes, I was."

"And because he's been such a bad little bully to your son, he'll be treated like a little boy. You will give him a bath and tuck him in bed."

Goodness. This couldn't get any worse.

"Good," Bill gladly said.

My face just became redder from all this as I stood there with my hands above my head.

"And for the final sweet little cherry on top, he's going to spend the entire rest of the weekend completely naked, just the way he was born--"

"The whole weekend," I cried out.

"Yes, little one. No clothes at all. You can giggle at his little pee-pee all weekend, Bill. I'm sure he'll love that. Right, Jake."

I nodded my head and said, "Yes, Bill. You can giggle at my little pee-pee all weekend."

And Bill?"

"Yes, Jared."

"You let me know if you catch Jake covering his tiny winky. I will straighten him out if he does."

"Okay," he said with an evil smirk.

"See, Bill. Your son shouldn't ever worry about his baby fat. That will go away soon. Jake should worry because he'll always have a very small pee-pee."

"Oh, yes, no one in my family ever has to worry about that. My son will eventually lose weight."

I stood up, and he noticed my butt.

"Haha, his butt is so red. You really gave it to him."

"Oh yeah. He was being a very bad boy, so I punished him. That's what happens when your boy is being a brat with the smallest winky."

Well, it could definitely get worse. Bill was bouncing for joy while I was living in a purgatory of humiliation. This was downright sadistic. But my father knew how to humble me, so I just went according to the plan.

I knelt there for what felt like an eternity. They were just casually watching a football game, constantly making jokes about my naked body.

"Hey, boy, get us some beers, would ya," Bill demanded.

I got up and walked to the garage, grabbing a few beers. I handed them to the masculine men, while they eyed my body. I went back to my spot on the floor. They talked like I wasn't even there but could hear everything.

"He's a good boy, isn't he?"

"Yeah, when he isn't teasing my son."

"Yep. All it took was a soul-crushing humiliation ritual. And that did it."

"His penis is so small. I'm embarrassed for him."

"Poor boy, he'll never get a girlfriend with that tiny penis."

"It's a shame, truly, but he'll learn to live with it."

After an hour, my father actually drew the bath for me! Bill wouldn't stop looking at my little dick; I'm sure he was intrigued by the unique size. I couldn't really blame him.

"You know, Jared. I came straight home, so I need to shower as well. Maybe I can join Jake here."

"That's a great idea. I'm sure he would love that."

Bill stripped down almost automatically. Of course, his dick was thick and huge--even bigger than my father's. Compared to mine, it was utterly ridiculous. He actually had the biggest smirk on his face when I noticed the most important difference between us. My father knew this would be incredibly humiliating.

"I hope you two are ready for your bath," he looked at both our privates and laughed harder than ever. "Wow. It's simply amazing. My boy is so tiny compared to you, Bill. Jake, I can't imagine how incredibly humiliated you must feel. And that's what you deserve," he pointed at my penis. "Your winky is just so embarrassingly tiny."

I just had to stand there and take it. And my father knew how humiliated I was. I just stood there redder than my sore butt. They both looked right at my unfortunate situation. I wanted so desperately to cover up my tiny little hairless cock, but my father would spank me if I did. I was more embarrassed than ever before.

"Right, Jake?"

"Yes, my little winky is so tiny and embarrassing."

They both laughed at my uncomfortable stance. But they were looking at my naked body.

Dad pointed at me. "And you, make sure you clean your cute little winky. You better behave yourself--unless you want that butt even redder."

Bill and I bathed together, and the bubbles gave me a distinguished cover, which didn't really matter. But I needed to sit on Bill's lap, so we would fit in the small bathtub. I could feel his big cock poking in my butt crack. I felt incredibly uncomfortable. We washed each other while he talked to me.

"Your Daddy really let you have it. But it's what you deserve."

"Yes, sir," was all I could manage to say.

He pinched my little penis in the water, which caused me to yelp.

"Relax, little one. You'll need to get used to this. Women won't care for this little thing. But any man would be intrigued to see a penis this tiny."

He played with it in the water while I felt his cock thicken and firm up to maybe 10 inches.

"I'd love to fuck a micro pee-pee boy like you, but I can't cheat on my wife, especially not with another bitch. This ass is the only fuckable thing on you."

We finished washing each other. After, we went to my room and dried off. Dad came in.

"Did you two enjoy your bath time?"

"Yes, we did, Jared."

"And you?"

"Yes, I did as well."

I was looking for clothes to wear, hoping he would drop this ridiculous demand.

"Jake, what are you doing?"

"I just assumed--"

"That you were off the hook for bullying Bill's youngest son?" I nodded quietly. In an intimidating voice, he said, "Well, that isn't happening."

He walked up to me and looked at the wet towel snug around my waist. He yanked it off, leaving me completely naked. They both started laughing, teasing my little boy winky.

"Jake can watch television for a little bit before he goes to bed."

Bill was wearing my father's clothes. My father was also clothed. And there's me, still butt naked from head to toe, completely humiliated. They made me sit on the floor by their feet. My dick remained a little flaccid button. I had what they call a dick-do, when the stomach extends further than the penis. I wasn't even chubby, so that made it even more humiliating. And my bare butt was still very red and tender.

"Okay, it's time for Jake to go to sleep. But before he does, Bill, it's your turn."

Bill smiled and sat on the couch right above me.

"What's going on?" I asked

Bill lightly tapped his lap, indicating my worst nightmare.

"No, please, Dad."

"Oh yes, son. You're getting a bare-bottom spanking from our eager neighbor here."

I tried running away, but my father held me, and threw me over Bill. He slowly rubbed my bubble butt, which still stung from earlier. He started spanking me while I whimpered helplessly.

"Don't ever make fun of my son, again, you hear."

I just looked at my father sitting there, enjoying my deserved punishment. It wasn't as hard as my father's.

"No, Bill, you're doing it all wrong. You really want to dig in there."

"Like this?" he asked as he spanked me harder.

"Maybe you need to try using something else instead if you're being too gentle."

"Yeah, I don't normally do this. I've never had to spank my boys."

"I have just the thing for you."

He walked into the kitchen. He brought back a wooden spoon. I started squirming like a worm, begging for them to let me go. But my childish antics only inspired them more to discipline me exactly like how I was acting. I was trapped.

He hit my backside countless times with that damn spoon. Most of my penis shrunk inside me due to the unbearable pain. He leaned over and kissed my butt. And he emphasized the kissing sound to humiliate me more. I stood up and pulled my cock out of the innie hole.

Bill then said, "Bend over for me."

I looked at my father, and he just nodded. I bent over, while Bill admired my anus.

"How beautiful. I would make you ride my cock if I wasn't married. You've got a prettier ass than most of the women I've been with."

He played with it for a few minutes while Daddy just watched. I felt my cock firm up. I turned around, and they started laughing.

"Awww. It's trying so hard to be a real dick. But it's still so small."

They both made me stand there while they inspected my little hard cock.

"Wow, it barely grew at all. Have you measured it, Jared?"

"Oh yes, Jake, why don't you tell him?"

"My erect penis is one inch long."

They started laughing again.

"Wow. One inch," Bill said. "I mean, the tip of my pinky finger can fuck better than you ever could, Jakey."

"This is the most attention it will ever get."

"True that. Jared, you also promised me a photo."

"Oh, that's right, thanks for reminding me."

"You promised what," I stammered.

"Oh, just a few photos for Bill."

Dad pointed the camera right at me.

"Wait, no. Please don't take any photos of me."

Bill calmly said, "Oh, don't worry. These are only for me."

He smirked like I shouldn't believe what he just said.

"Jake, maybe squish your index finger and thumb together."

I did exactly that.

"Atta boy. This is great."

"Yeah, I can't wait to show these to the guys at the oil rig."

"Maybe point to your teenie weenie, so people will know where to look. It's hard to find it."

I nervously pointed at my penis and balls while they kept taking many photos.

"C'mon Jake, you gotta smile. You're a model."

I forced the biggest and dorkiest smile. I just knew I looked ridiculously stupid. They also took a few close ups to really capture how small it was.

It was finally time for bed. It was only 8:30 p. m. I was going to bed super early because of his insolent brat. His stupid son is the reason my plans were canceled. And he was the very reason I was naked for the evening. Dad tucked me in like a little boy. We hugged, and he kissed me on the lips, which shocked Bill. He also did the same.

Bill then said, "Goodnight to you, especially you, little guy," he spoke to my crotch.

Bill stayed later. Him and my father were laughing about whatever. I lifted the covers and started playing with my cock. It didn't take long to cum. I started crying after everything and slowly went to sleep. I woke up around midnight. I had a lot on my mind from the pain in my bottom, this humiliating ordeal, and it was so freaking early.

I walked to the living room, still utterly naked, for some water, not expecting my father to still be awake, reading his book. He looked right at my little cock and shook his head.

"Jake, you and your little baby pee-pee should be sleeping."

"Oh, I thought you would be sleeping by now."

"I had a feeling you would be up, so I stayed awake with you--to make sure you weren't off causing more shenanigans."

"Well, that won't happen."

"No, Jake. No matter what, that little winky will get you into trouble."

"Okay, but I just wanted to get some water."

I didn't want to talk to him. I was very angry and embarrassed.

"Be my guest," and he looked down at his book, which was called, "How to discipline your children the old-fashioned way."

I poured myself a glass and sat down on the couch. I was annoyed and looked down at my little penis that was only around half an inch. It was so embarrassing. I decided to get over my frustration and ask him why he humiliated me so badly today.

"Dad?" he looked up at me. "Why did you come down so hard on me today?"

"Jake, my boy, come sit on your Daddy's lap."

I haven't done that in years, so I don't know why my father wanted me to do that. He stared at my comically small cock bouncing cutely between my legs as I walked up to him. I sat my little sore butt on his big lap.

"You were being a mean boy today with an inflated ego. You can't be like that. I raised you to be a respectful gentleman."

"Well, I just wanted to have some fun. I don't have any siblings. And anyway, we always joke with each other. Remember the time I smacked your butt at the beach when you were flirting with that woman?"

He grinned and said, "Of course I remember. I remember all of our fun memories."

"So do I. I miss that with you."

"We still have that, but I don't know what's going on with you, boy."

"I'm sorry, Dad. I thought it was all-good fun."

His fingers brushed past my smooth legs and said, "Well, yes, son. We've teased each other but not on anything serious."

"You've teased me for being single."

"And you joked about my divorce. But you joked about it years after it, when you knew I was okay with it."

"Yeah, that's true."

"And ultimately, I never made any jokes about your little teeny weenie here, now did I? No matter how much I wanted to. And I wouldn't tease you because I know how humiliated you must feel to have such a small baby cock."

"No, you didn't. But you made me feel inadequate with the stuff you said."

"I only did that so you could empathize with your neighbor. You really hurt his feelings."

"Well, I feel very insecure about it now."

"Good! And, yes, your winky is ludicrously small; of course, you feel that way. But you shouldn't. Here, this should help you feel better."

He stood up and stripped down, so we were both equally in the nude. His big penis intimately hung between his thighs. He grabbed me and brought my back to his now-naked lap.

"Now you aren't the only one naked. Doesn't that make you feel better?"

I wanted to shout 'how could it,' but I simply answered, "Yes, it does. But dad, what about all that stuff you said?"

"I already told you, my boy. No one cares you've got a little winky smaller than a little boy. Most people will either ignore it or laugh."

"Yeah, well, you also laughed at it."

"Again, I wanted to make Bill feel better. It wasn't personal. And honestly, my boy, how could I not? We're having a serious conversation now, but if I just saw you naked like that, with that little peanut wiggling around, I wouldn't help myself. It's just so cute and tiny. It's already small, but compared to mine, it's ridiculous how almost nonexistent it is. That's rough, my boy."

"I'm so humiliated that Bill saw it."

"Oh yes, well, he's seen all of you."

"Yes, it is. But okay, Dad, I can't help my size."

"I mean, yeah, if we had a choice, no one would choose what you're packing, son. And it's the same for me, right?"

He stood up and bent over, presenting his beautiful smooth bubble butt to me.

I can't help the size of my ass, right?"

"I mean, you could lose some weight," and I playfully spanked his ass.

He rolled his eyes and responded, "Jake, you're such a smartass. Do you need another spanking?"

"No, please don't. I was saying I can't help it. You could, though."

"It doesn't matter, my boy. You're missing the point. I've asked you kindly not to make fun of my body like that--especially your other people. I would never do that to you," I actually felt a little guilty for my behavior. "And listen, my boy, with how insanely small your winky is, I could make all the jokes in the world. I'd never run out of any material. But that wouldn't be very nice, now would it?"

"No, I guess not. But my penis isn't that bad, right?"

"C'mon, son. You know what to call it."

"Ugh, fine. But my tiny winky isn't that bad, right?"

"Not to me. But I'm a straight man. If I were one of those gays, I don't know what I would think about it. But I can't deny it's the smallest baby winky I've ever seen in my life."

"Oh, okay. I don't think that's true. You've had to have seen a smaller one at some point."

"Nope, sorry, my boy. There really is no denying that. I'm sure it really sucks to have such a small penis. I'm sure you'll struggle or never have a girlfriend because of it. So, why would I be a jerk and make you feel worse about it?"

"You think I'll struggle with girls?"

"Well, even I did. And I have a very big penis, as you know."

Annoyingly, I said, "How could I not? I've seen it several times swinging between his legs like a damn cucumber."

"Yes, you won't ever get to experience that. Yours moves like a little spring," as he flicked my little penis, doing exactly how he described it. "So, if I struggled, yes, my sweet boy, I'm sure you will even more. I mean, that is one tiny little winkle. But Jake, trust me, girls like all kinds of things. There's got to be one out there that will like you for you."

"I actually really appreciate that, Dad."

"And whichever girl you are with, you know for sure she will really like you."

"Well, it's all about how you use it."

He started laughing and said, "Yes, for someone who is average or even smaller. That isn't the case for you. It doesn't matter how you will use it. Unfortunately, she won't be with you for your button wee-wee." My father giggled. "But you'll be okay. Just lay off the power trip."

"Okay, Daddy." The daddy slipped again, and it made me feel like a young boy saying that. "Do I really have to stay naked all weekend?"

"Absolutely. Next time, don't be a bully. And if you ever joke about someone's ass again, you'd better be able to back up your talk. Speaking of cheeks, let me see yours."

I stood up and turned around.

"My poor boy. Go fetch me the lotion from my bathroom."

I went to the bathroom and brought him lotion. He then lotioned up his hands and got to work, rubbing my ass gently. "This looks painful. I'm sorry I was so rough."

"That's okay, Daddy."

After he was done, I turned around and thanked him. He looked down, and his eyes widened. He cupped it gently in his palm.

"Awww. It's so small it doesn't reach the middle of my palm. That's my good boy. You don't need anything bigger. This is exactly right for you. All the other boys have to worry about pleasing their girlfriends and whatnot? Not you, though. You gotta whip it out and make people laugh. Everyone will get a kick out of this, I'm sure."

"You think people would laugh at my body?"

"Well, I think I would if I saw you at a nude beach like that--not to your face, though."

"That's sad."

"No, son. It isn't. It's not personal. It's just super small and adorable; no one can help but laugh. All the other boys with their big, thick, and hairy cocks swinging between their legs will attract all the ladies. That isn't the case for you. You'll amuse them with your itty bitty acorn here. Walk past any girl naked, and she'll start laughing uncontrollably. And that's okay, my sweet little boy."

"But I do have to worry about pleasing my future girlfriend too."

He looked right at my little half-incher and chuckled.

"Haha, my poor boy. No, you don't. You don't have the size for it. And she will know that. She'll accept the fact your little penis can't satisfy her. Why do you need the extra pressure when you know it's inevitable? Just accept it. And there are other ways to please a woman--even without a penis. Lesbians do it. Maybe you can learn to scissor."

My own father just insinuated that my penis is so small, it equates to not even having one. All this attention on my body became too much to handle. And my father noticed right away.

"Aww, is my boy getting all excited about getting a woman in bed?" I was hoping he wouldn't notice my boner. "What's going on? Every single time we've had these little talks, you've gotten hard."

"Wait, you noticed even after the first spanking?"

"Oh yes, son. It's so small, I wouldn't have noticed, but I couldn't stop staring at it, so I knew when it grew a measly little inch that you were fully erect. I really didn't want to mention it and humiliate you even more. But since you hurt Simon's feelings, I brought it up. And wow, yours wouldn't ever reach close to a woman's cheeks. I don't know how you will be able to be intimate with a woman with this?"

"Well, I understand, Dad. I will try my best. It could just not be my best day."

"You may have forgotten, but I've seen your baby boner a few times at your full potential."

"Yeah, Daddy, the incident that happened a few hours ago, where you spanked me and saw my little boner, was something I could easily forget."

"Okay, little smartass, but you really have nothing between your legs, my precious boy. But it's still very cute. It's like a little secret, hiding from the big world. You can always be a gay bottom. You've got that cute little tight bubble butt, son."

It was supposed to be my secret only; now my father knew almost everything.

"I'm not gay, Dad."

"But you easily could be. You're a top's ultimate fantasy."

"Tell me the truth, Dad."

"Yes, son."

"Why have you been treating me differently lately since my first spanking? I mean, you know I'm eighteen."

I wanted to change the subject desperately from my leaking boner. I was hoping it would go down soon.

"Oh, I know, silly boy. Honestly, it was seeing your adorable little winkle. That just confirmed you'll always be a little boy in my mind even if you're actually an adult with an adult penis. You're my son, and I'll always love you. But I can't take you seriously anymore when you're naked. You've got such a tiny penis. And it's completely hairless. It's hilarious, my boy."

He merely laughed at the worst statement. My Dad just confirmed he's been treating me differently because of the small size of my penis. I wanted to die.

"Wait, you don't take me seriously anymore?" I asked him.

"Well, yes and no, boy. I think you've got it wrong. I take you very seriously, but it's hard to see you as an adult with such a little winky. You'll always be my little boy, no matter what--especially with that down there. With clothes on, I see you normally, but when those clothes are off, you're just my little baby boy."

That didn't make me feel any better.

"Well, I'm not a little boy."

"Oh, I know, sweet boy. But you are down there. You know that. Your little nub It's just so tiny! And you will never escape that fate. Just embrace it."

"Well, I think I'll go back to sleep," as I started getting up from his lap.

He held my shoulder and said, "Wait, son, I'm curious. What caused your sudden growth right now? Especially when you cummed during our spanking earlier?"

I can't believe he was asking me something so personal, but we did tell each other everything.

"Oh, Dad, I really don't want to talk about that."

"Please, son. I'm very curious about what my son likes. I've told you about my love for smaller boobies and hairy crotches. We tell each other everything. I love you."

"Yes, Dad, I remember. I think hairy is beautiful too."

"You like my bush, son?"

I actually did like it. It was a forest, keeping his big balls nice and warm.

"Yes, I do, Dad."

"You must find bushes very interesting, feel mine, my boy," he grabbed my hand and gently placed it on his pubic area. I felt his long, soft, grey strands. It felt kind of nice to touch another man's penis. He looked at me with curiosity. I let go, feeling a little awkward touching my father's penis so intimately. I've never done that before.

"I love my bush, so thank you for appreciating it too," I nodded sincerely. He looked down at my cock and smirked. "It looks like you still have a little problem, don't you?"

I looked down and saw it was still reaching for the sky, and I said, "Yes, I do."

"Well, what do we have here?"

With only the tip of his index finger, he massaged the head of my penis, and a small strand of pre-cum attached to his.

"Well, Dad, you kept talking about my penis--"

"Ahem, you're what?"

I didn't want to say it. My Dad thought this was all a little joke, but I hated referring to it that way. But I had to repeat myself.

"I hate referring to it that way, Dad."

"I know it's pretty embarrassing, but you'll feel better acknowledging it accurately."

"Well, you kept talking about my little winky--"

"There you go, little one."

"And I felt so exposed because I was naked in front of you."

"Ahhh. I see. You enjoyed me teasing that terribly tiny baby boy pee-pee, huh? You turned on by shame? You must always be turned on then."

Hearing him talk about it embarrassed me completely. It didn't turn me on at all. I just felt so naughty and exposed naked like that.

"No, I think it was just reactionary."

"Are you sure it wasn't my teasing? There's nothing wrong with being turned on by humiliation."

The time I yanked my father's trunks to his ankles, exposing him in front of that woman, it did turn me on slightly. My penis twitched to the thought of it.

He squished his index and thumb together, so there was only a very small gap, indicating my size. The worst part was that his illustration was completely accurate.

"Because it's truly an itty bitty, teenie, tiny, small, hilariously minuscule half-inch ding-a-ling."

"No, Dad. I promise. It just happens sporadically."

"Sure, son. And yeah, it happens. I sometimes had boners around my mother, but I clearly wasn't attracted to her. But I most certainly never cummed on her. I would have died of humiliation if I did."

My face turned bright red as I felt a few tears swell in my eyes.

"Oh my boy, don't cry. It's okay, really."

"I'm just so embarrassed, Dad."

He hugged me and rubbed my bare back. Our cocks kissed, and I felt my pre-cum drool on his.

"I know you've been through a lot. But, I don't think my teasing turned you on. That would be quite pathetic, but not in a mean way."

My boner was actually rock hard now.

"Okay, thank you, Dad."

"Please tell me more. I know there's more."

"Okay, well, you like being naked more than I do. And for the past few times, I've felt very naughty over your knee naked."

"Ahhh. I understand now. It is a naughty feeling being naked around your father. And, well, thanks for being vulnerable with me. I could never tell my father any of this. I'd be way too embarrassed. That's why I value our honesty. And if I had a penis like yours, I'd be even more humiliated."

I couldn't say anything anymore. I felt even worse than before. I'm glad it seemed my father was off my case now.

"Wow. You must only jerk off with two fingers, huh?"

"Yes, I can only get two fingers around it."

"I want to try."

Without hesitating, he wrapped two fingers around my erect dicklette. I let out an embarrassing moan from his touch. No one has ever touched my cock in this sexual way before. His fingers completely covered it.

"Wow, I can barely get a grip on this tiny little thing. It's so small, my boy."

"Dad, can I please go to sleep now?"

"Not yet, son. Don't you want to feel mine?"

Not really, but I was intrigued from before when I touched his bush and some of the long shaft. I was worried I would blow my load.

"Go ahead, feel mine. I know you want to."

I looked down at his dick becoming harder as he teased mine. I couldn't believe I was doing this. I wrapped my whole hand around it, gripping basically half of it. I would need two hands to jerk him off.

"It's big, huh--well, anything is big compared to you, my son. Even the men out there with tiny cocks tower over your very unfortunate endowment."

We were both rock hard together, and it was humiliating to be in this vulnerable state next to my own flesh and blood.

"Are you sure there isn't anything else?"

"I can't say it."

He rubbed my thigh and said, "You can tell me anything."

"You can't tell anyone."

"I would never tell anyone your sexual desires, my boy."

I took a deep breath and said, "Well, I get turned on by you treating me like a little boy. The feeling of you protecting me, your helpless boy, does it for me."

"That is just so sweet. I will always protect my little boy," I felt my little dick twitch in his little two-finger grip. We looked at each other. "You're my little boy and always will be, especially with this between your legs."

I've never felt this way before about a man. I did enjoy seeing my father's bare butt. But I was never attracted to him like this before. I wonder if he felt the same.

"Dad, what are we doing?"

"Whatever we want, my handsome boy. I think there's always been a level of attraction between us. Don't you think so?"

I shook my head and said I wasn't sure.

"Well, I remember how you used to look at me when you were in middle school. If I were shirtless or even naked, you would always stare at me. I had a feeling you were interested in me. Or maybe you just were intrigued by my big dick. I guess I was wrong. I'm so sorry," and he got up and started walking away.

"Wait, Dad," I stood up too, stopping him.

"I don't really know how to feel, but I do know I feel different right now. I feel warm inside, and I don't think that's just the nerves."

He smiled at me, looking up into my eyes. He stood on his tippy toes and leaned in to kiss me. I'd never kissed anyone, so I was incredibly nervous. But I held the back of his neck and embraced him. We hugged, leaving his head on my chest. We sat down on the couch.

"Son, how was that?"

"Well I've never kissed anyone, so it was different."

"Wow, I was your first kiss. I looked down between his legs, seeing his giant cock resting on his right thigh.

He said sensually, "I know what you want, my boy. Go ahead, your father approves," as he kissed my cheek.

"Of what?" I asked him.

I think I knew what he referred to, but I was so nervous and ashamed to admit it.

"Does my precious little boy want a taste of what a real man can offer?"

I didn't say anything because what could I say? I don't know what I wanted from him. But I guess a taste of him wouldn't hurt. I slowly fell to my knees, looking at his big cock. I didn't know what to do.

"I know this is your first time, but you just open your mouth and taste it. You'll be okay," and he held my hand.

I hesitantly slurped and devoured only the head of his penis, and it was interesting to say the least. I've never done this before. And doing this to my father felt very wrong. But I did it anyway. It truly felt like tasting the sweetest of fruits.

"Oh, my son. I haven't gotten this in a few years. I've just been worried about taking care of you. You're such a good little boy--sucking on his father's cock with prideful passion and some envy, I presume."

I nodded my head as I continued to feed on his beautiful appendage.

"Yes, Dad, I'm envious your penis is so big and veiny. Mine is so small and embarrassing."

"No, son. It might usually feel that way. But here it doesn't. We're both men and like each other. That stuff doesn't matter."

His penis truly was so big and beautifully constructed. I was lost in my father's penis. I felt grateful I was sucking the gorgeous mouth-watering miracle that created me. I was determined to swallow his seed.

"Mmmm. Yes, my little boy. Consume your father's dick with the feelings of what you wish you had. I couldn't believe how small your adorable little tiny baby winky was when I first saw it."

Eventually, I had half his cock in my mouth. I didn't even think about the unfortunate situation between my legs. This was between my father's cock and my desire for it. I heard my father moan, and I could feel his cock straighten and pulsate.

I didn't know what was happening. Was my father actually about to cum? My stomach was in knots. I felt wads of hot, steamy cum come out of his urethral meatus. I swallowed all of it, leaving my father satisfied and panting for air. He rubbed the back of my head as I continued to finish him and formally leave no trace behind. I actually drank my father's tasty semen, the juices that created me. It was phenomenal.

"That is a good little boy. You know how to treat your father well, don't you?"

"That was amazing. But that was kind of fast, Daddy."

"Haha, now you want to embarrass me, well, it was my first time being sucked by another man. It was exciting. And my cock hasn't been sucked in years."

"Well, it was obviously my first sexual experience."

"I know, count me very impressed. You sucked me off like a true veteran."

I looked up at him and asked, "Is it okay what we did?"

"It's quite taboo. I won't be making any announcements soon, my boy. But I don't think there's anything wrong with a father and son being intimate--as long as we're consenting adults here."

"Well, that's good. I feel very close to you," I said to him, still on my knees, touching his flaccid, drained cock.

"I have a confession. Ever since your first spanking, I've been so horny."

"By me?" I asked genuinely.

"Yes, my sweet boy. You've always been incredibly handsome. But I don't know what happened. Cause seeing you naked with your little baby micropenis has turned me on so much more than any woman ever has."

"Wow, I can't believe it. I never thought my little pee-pee would make someone so horny."

"And while this punishment of yours was totally warranted, it turned me on seeing you completely humiliated, especially you and Bill in the bath together."

"I'm incredibly humiliated. My winky is just so damn small, Daddy."

"It's okay, my boy."

I started licking his shaft again and murmured, "I want more."

He chortled and said, "I know, my boy. But that's enough for tonight. It's past your bedtime."

He lifted me and hugged me, and I kissed him on the lips, as he tasted some of his own cum.

"Okay, you can go back to sleep, my naked handsome son, but go to sleep in my bed instead. But, before you go, I think your little guy deserves something too."

My little penis was still completely erect at a very small size.

"Dad, you don't have to. It's okay."

"Quiet, my little helpless boy. I want to know how it feels to taste such a small, useless cock."

I was even more nervous about this. No one has ever wanted to please my cock. But my father did. He puckered up, lowered his head, and planted a small kiss on the tiny head of my hard penis. Cue the ultimate humiliation. But it did feel amazing.

"It's just so tiny!" He pinched his finger and thumb together again.

He lowered himself, so he was on his knees this time. Without any effort, my whole penis and testicles were covered by his warm, wet mouth. There wasn't much to suck, but he tried his best. Everything fit so perfectly in his experienced mouth.

I didn't even have enough time to enjoy it. It was the most incredible feeling in the world. I was monumentally turned on, my little dick completely exploded in probably 45 seconds. I gasped and thrusted violently into his mouth as he chuckled. I could barely move after that.

After he removed every last drop of my seed, he said "And you teased me about how fast I was. You gotta last a little longer, sweetie."

He sat down next to me and kissed me lovingly.

"You're a good boy."

"Daddy, that was incredible! Do it again, please."

"I've never done it before. But I've licked out many women, so I just pretended I was doing that. It felt the same."

I was so satisfied I didn't mind being compared to a woman.

"Okay, you can go to bed. Make sure you get yourself in order, naughty boy."

And I did exactly that in my father's bed. I truly felt so naughty and perverted. I fell asleep, and he soon joined me. He also slept naked. We cuddled together.

The next morning came. My father woke me up by slapping my jiggly ass.

"Time to wake up, Jakey."

My father was still naked with his huge dick in my face. It was around eight inches and pretty thick. I was so close, I could see the veins pulsating. Before I would be envious and embarrassed seeing it. But I wanted to suck it again desperately. But he threw the covers off me, and my little thing was also erect around one inch. The stark difference between us was emasculating. He caught me staring and asked, "Hehe, it's big, isn't it?"

"Yes, it is, Dad."

"I mean, your entire erect little thing is still smaller and thinner than the head of my soft cock. Damn, that's embarrassing. But you should own it. Show the world there's nothing wrong with packing the smallest winky. I'm jealous."

"Jealous of what?"

"That you can simply be naked with no expectations. People immediately stare at my long penis, and I'm sure they are shocked by the size. And they desire me."

"Yes, I'm sure."

"That isn't true for you, now is it? You can walk around naked with your little pee-pee bouncing around without a care in the world. Well, they may also be shocked by the size. And they'll just be entertained by it."

"Yes, I know."

"You don't feel bad about it. You own it. Got it, son?"

"Yes, I will do that."

I crawled to him and started sucking his cock.

"Whoa, hold it back, my little boy slut. We have a whole day planned. Maybe later, if you're a good boy."

I visibly pouted. But My dad and I had a beautiful day, swimming by our favorite lake.

"I have some exciting news. I found out last week. We are moving. I got a new job in France. I will be going back to engineering."

"But I love the United States, Daddy."

He looked sad and said, "I know. I just really miss France. It's such a beautiful country, and I think we can build a new life there. And you can be naked all you want with your cute little willy."

"Yeah, at nude beaches, Dad. Not everywhere."

"Okay, maybe, but I'm sure no one would mind seeing such a cute boy running around naked with his little winky bouncing around. No woman will feel intimidated or creeped out by it."

"Just forget that for a few minutes. I will miss this place. And you're my best friend in the whole world. But I'd be happy to move back to France. But this will change everything.

"How so, son?"

"I am officially a grown up if I move with you now."

He started laughing and said, "I don't think that will ever happen."

"C'mon, Dad. Even after what we've been through, I am an adult."

He stood up, and I followed him.

"Well, then," as he grabbed the waistband of my swimming trunks and yanked them down to my ankles. "What's this between your legs?"

He flicked my little dick back and forth, causing him to laugh.

I held my hips and humiliatingly said, "That's my little winky, Dad."

"Aww. You're such a good boy."

He hugged me and lifted me like a little boy. I giggled while he tickled me. I also yanked his swimming trunks down, exposing his big penis. The size difference between us was always humiliating, I mean, just the head of my father's seven-inch soft penis was thicker and longer than my best boner.

"I love you, Daddy."

I love you too. Race you."

He smiled at me, and we both ran for the cool water, his big dick swinging, mine bouncing like a child's as we skinny-dipped in the water. I couldn't count how many times he teased me about my tiny penis, but it made him feel better. I'm glad he wasn't ashamed that his only son was packing the smallest penis. After an hour of swimming, we finally swam out of the water.

He looked at my privates and started laughing louder than ever before.

"Oh my," he shouted. "Haha, it's quite amazing how different we are anatomically. And that has to be the smallest I've ever seen. Shrinkage isn't kind to the unendowed."

I looked down, and he was right. It was the smallest nub I've ever seen. It was inside me, and my scrotum also disappeared. I almost appeared dickless. If it weren't for the little dot in the location of where my penis should be, I could have easily been mistaken for a girl.

He pushed it in and swirled his finger inside. He then knelt and started licking it. I saw his thicken and become a nine-inch erect cock.

"It's such a damn small micropenis, my boy, I can't even suck it. I gotta lick it so delicately. My poor boy. It's practically a clit."

"Thank you, Dad."

"You're a good girl. Well, I will make you a deal. But since your little thing won't grow or change, if you grow a single strand of pubic hair, I will finally see you as an adult."

I doubt that will happen, and I think he knew. I would always be his precious little boy. "And even if that happens, you will still have this perfect tiny little pee-pee. And I will always have that and you."

He looked down and feasted on my soft little teenie weenie. This surprised me.

"Oh my god! Yesterday, I only had a chance to suck it erect. It's soooooo small and soft. It feels like a little blueberry."

He was giggling at this situation. It grew to an inch in his mouth, and he didn't even need to bop his head up and down. He simply used his tongue to stimulate my cock. In under a minute, I came from his warm mouth. He laughed at my premature ejaculation.

"So quick to cum, my boy. That's all you need to do. Focus on your own pleasure. It ain't pleasuring anyone else. I want to make sure you're taken care of, my boy. You won't be having sex with anyone else any time soon."

He dried me off, and we walked home naked. Thank goodness we didn't pass anyone on the hiking trail. We went home, showered together, and watched a movie. We were both naked, eating dinner he cooked.

My Dad looked at me sitting on the couch and said, "You know son, don't worry about your little dick size. And you know, I've always felt insecure about my chubby butt and my height."

"Yes, I know," I said to him.

"But the more I think about it, looking at you, I don't really have anything to be insecure about."

"Because I'm so silly, Dad?" I asked annoyingly.

"Oh, no, son. Not at all. Just seeing you confidently naked right now with your very small winky shows me I have nothing to be ashamed about. If someone can be proud of something so tiny, I am okay with what I have. No matter what I am insecure about, I will never have a penis THAT tiny. You inspire me, Jakey."

"I guess that makes sense," I smiled at him.

"I feel like a real Daddy protecting his little boy. And I always will."

"I have a surprise for you. It's on my bed."

I walked to his room and found a pair of lacy pink panties. I excitedly put them on, ready to please my Daddy. I walked to the family room in the panties just like he wanted.

"You're so hot, my little girl. Come here." I stood in front of him, and he played with the crotch area. "It doesn't even make a bulge. He spanked my butt a few times. "I need some water because damn."

He went up to get a beer, and I couldn't stop looking at his beautiful bubble butt. It was huge. It jiggled with every step he took. I felt my little boner firm up. I walked up to him, massaging his bare butt. I kissed each cheek and licked his anus. I stood up, presenting my erect little cock covered in the slutty panties and gave it a wiggle dance.

"Haha, son, look at you confidently showing off what little you have between your legs. Even rock hard, there isn't a bulge. I'm super proud of your confidence. You really gotta be confident to show off that little tiny wee-wee."

I got on my knees and started working on him again. And then he did me in the most humiliating way possible with only a single kiss to my cock, and I immediately cummed while he watched.

That was the story of how my father showed me what true love was. And I wouldn't have it any other way. We moved to France where we took great care of each other. I love him so much. And he loves me even more.