Of course not.

“Well, now we all know why you’ve never kept a girl, Evan.” It was true, Evan’s penis was small. He never went past kissing or a gentle grope. His limp rod barely hung past his balls, which weren’t that impressive either. Evan tried to collect his shorts back, but they were thoroughly caught underneath the gator, and by crouching down Evan was giving his friends a spectacular view of his asshole. Once he realized this he stood up quickly.

“ Come on Evan, I think people are waiting to use that hole.” One of his friends called out with a wink.

“I can’t get my shorts out!”

“We’ll get you new shorts, come on.” Evan quickly returns to the group, thankful just to be off the open field and in some cover. Instead of going into the main building or their cars, they just take Evan to the next hole.

“Wha- guys I need pants. This is crazy.” Evan struggles to cover his penis while also carrying his club and golf balls. His “friends” just respond by patting his back and moving forward.

“You’ve inspired us Evan. Besides, we can’t really be friends with a dick that small. So its time to teach you a lesson about respect. And don’t make eye contact with us now.” That last part was easy for Evan, but when he dropped his head, he saw his penis bobbing on top of his legs as he walked. Evan blushed hard.

One of his friends walked Evan across the next track and sat him infront of the hole. And one by one, each player took a swing at Evan’s nuts before the ball would fall perfectly into the hole. Evan sat obediently, but shrieked at every hit. The other players would occasionally stop by and laugh at Evan in his situation. A few strangers even took their own shots, before verbally berating Evan and reminding him that his penis is too small to be a penis. If Evan spoke back or started to stand, one of his friends would walk over, without a golfball, and take a swing at Evan’s nuts with the club itself. That hurt more than anything Evan had felt, and yet, he was getting erect.

“Guess we aren’t being hard enough on the guy.” He heard one of his bullies mutter. “Time for a new game.” And with that, Evan was walked over to a course that had a log as its obstacle.

The log was acting as a bridge over a pond. It had a neat groove where a golfball could roll through to the other side.

“Evan, we want to see you cross over the log. And try to avoid our obstacles if you can.”

They cheered Evan on while throwing golfballs and poking him with the golf clubs. Most of the golfballs are aimed for his dick and balls, but quite a few hit him on the ass, stomach and legs. Evan wobbled, and slipped several times. He had finally made it to the center of the log when both his feet slipped at once, and he plummeted straight down, the log broke his fall, balls first.

Evan could only let out one big squeak before his hand darted to protect his aching balls. His bullies were cackling and taking pictures of his crushed balls on the log. Evan finally rolled over and fell into the pond, still clenching his nuts.

“That looked like it hurt! Probably not near as much as a real man’s testicles though. Just how bad could something that small really hurt.”

And with that they picked Evan up and walked him to the next hole.