Despite my religiously conservative upbringing, I had a relatively normal childhood. I grew up in the mid-west, and my childhood was typical. I had the same group of friends since kindergarten and we all grew up in a suburban paradise together. Everything was what you’d call normal from elementary to high school. I owned an old, beaten-up Ford Mustang that would make all the girls swoon, but I was too shy to approach them despite my good looks, athletic abilities, and tight-knit crew. My friends had multiple girlfriends and various escapades they’d all boast about. For a brief period, I was teased about my lack of experience, but in time, they grew tired of making fun of me and refocused their attention on getting me laid. It almost happened, too. Nicole Willis, who was the captain of the debate team, expressed interest. Still, unfortunately, before anything could happen, my family had whisked me away, plucking me out of my perfect life, reminding me of my roots and that I was not, in any way like ‘these people.’

Arranged marriages were still common in my religion, and despite my protests, my father insisted on tradition and that I remain virginal until I was married. On the eve of my 18th birthday, my life would change forever when my father announced that I’d travel across the country the following day to meet my future wife and her family. I was livid.

Another thing I should mention about my culture is that fathers would often arrange marriages to be linked to an affluent family. I assumed that this was the case with my arranged marriage. The truth was far more daunting. My father had found himself in severe debt and, thus, had decided to ‘sell’ me to the Kingston family, who lived clear across the country in a secluded commune. They wanted to extend the bloodline and wanted an untouched virginal young man with good looks, intelligence, and athletic abilities; in other words, all they wanted were my genes. I was essentially sold to this family, whom I knew nothing about.

I fought, I protested, but my father simply said his goodbyes and shoved me onto a Greyhound bus. I would never return, and my life would never be the same again. Hours later, I arrived in a small, hick country town, beyond terrified. As I made my way out of the bus, I realized that I was all alone with no support system, no family, no possessions, no money, nothing. As this was going through my mind, a middle-aged buxom blonde emerged from a parked black and grey Mercedes. “Are you Andy?” she called out to me.

I swallowed the lump in the back of my throat. Before me was a goddess. She was tall, overwhelmingly so. She was busty, bronzed, and had long golden hair with sparkling blue crystal eyes. I turned into a stuttering blubbering moron. This was Caroline Kingston, and she would be my future mother-in-law. She sensed my nervousness and found it mildly amusing, snickering before ushering me into her fancy black and grey Mercedes. The trip to her commune was a blur. Of course, she rambled on and on about her mundane life. All I could do was sit and nod, trying ever so hard not to stare, trying ever so hard not to sprout an erection in her presence. I then began to wonder what my wife-to-be would look like. ‘Perhaps this isn’t going to be so bad after all…’ I mused to myself.

As we pulled into the commune, I was taken aback by its grandeur. When I pictured commune, I imagined paddocks with dead grass, shacks on each other, and unkempt hippies with no shoes and bad teeth. Instead, what I saw before me was a grand estate. A large eighteen-foot brick fence surrounded the commune; a permanent security guard was positioned in a tower before a brass gate who simply waved us in. With my mouth agape, I took it all in. Sprawling lush green paddocks, a row of mansions, all occupied by members of the Kingston’s, a community hall and smack in the center of it all: the main residence, where the patriarch resided. This place almost resembled a castle, both grand in size and stature. I simply couldn’t believe it. I was in sheer awe of the wealth of these people. I also realized that being part of this family would mean that I would be living in luxury for the rest of my life. I’d never have to get a job. All I had to do was impregnate my wife…that was it. In my religion, that was my main purpose.

Caroline wasted no time in making me feel at home. She first introduced me to the immediate family. There was Mr. Kirk Kingston, the head of the family. This was a jolly, mild-mannered middle-aged man who was genuinely happy to greet me. He hugged me warmly and officially welcomed me into his family. “From now on, you’re a Kingston,” he said aloud. I was taken aback by with warmth and kindness. From there, their adult children lined up in a row, all eager to meet me. I soon realized that this was a house comprised mostly of women. In total, I would have eight sisters-in-law. There was Hannah, an eighteen-year-old goddess. Veronica is a twenty-one-year-old beauty. Helen, a twenty-three-year-old sultry wonder. Samantha, a twenty five year old babe, who towered over me. Patricia is a twenty-year-old beauty with bleach-blonde hair. Jasmine is a twenty-six-year-old voluptuous beauty. Georgina, a twenty-eight-year-old brown-haired, brown-eyed babe, and Desiree, an overwhelmingly tall, statuesque woman with the confidence to boost. Standing before all these women, I suddenly felt intimidated.

I stood awkwardly, and all I could say was, “So… which of you is my wife?” This was met with snickers and giggles. Even Kirk joined in on the laughter.

From there, I was shown my quarters. A nice corner bedroom, at least three times the size of my old homeroom. This room had a large bay window with overlooked a courtyard and pool. The view was breathtaking. The room had a king-sized bed, a walk-in dressing room, and a mammoth private bathroom. In other words, I was in heaven. I’d hit the jackpot. As I unpacked, a slight tapping at my door interrupted me. Pulling myself away from my task, I approached the door, aptly swinging it open.

Before me stood Sondra Kingston. She was beautiful. Slightly taller than me, with bronzed skin, dark brown eyes, and long brown hair. She was athletic and wore tight white jeans and a loose blue and pink blouse. She smiled sweetly at me, making me weak at the knees. Before I could say anything entered my room, gently shutting the door behind me, “I just thought we should meet before we’re paraded around in front of everyone.” It was then that I realized that this was my wife-to-be. I’d hit the jackpot. “Uhhh…” was all I could muster. She found my nervousness amusing and chuckled to herself, “you’re sweet,” she added before leaning in and giving me a slight peck on my right cheek. “See you downstairs.” With that, she was gone, leaving me alone with my thoughts. All of a sudden, I was struck with extreme anxiety. All I wanted to do moving forward was impress this goddess, to make her want me. All I wanted was to appear as able-bodied, macho, and confident as possible. Yes, this marriage was arranged, but I wanted her to want me.

A few hours later, I met the rest of the family. Georgina, Helen, Samantha, and Veronica were all married and had their children. So I met their partners and their kids. In total, close to thirty of us were seated around a long rectangular table having dinner. Of course, the focus was on me and Sondra. We sat at the head of the table, and the whole thing felt almost ceremonial. At one point in the evening, Sondra leaned over to me and whispered in my ear, “Don’t worry, I know they’re a bit much, but it will be okay,” I meekly responded with a thankful grin.

Eventually, Kirk rose with a speech: “On behalf of the entire family, Andy, we’d like to welcome you to the Kingstons. So, let’s all raise a glass to the newest addition to our family. May you have beautiful children.” I sat there, embarrassed and red-faced, as I glanced over at an equally embarrassed Sondra.

The wedding was set for a week later.

Till then, we were encouraged to get to know each other better. We were not allowed to leave the compound. We were not allowed to share a room, and we were always to have some type of chaperone. In other words, it was me, Sondra and her sisters engaging in some activity on the compound. Activities included go-karting, football, tennis, and hours upon hours of board games. The whole thing was overwhelmingly wholesome. Despite all the activities we were partaking in, it was clear that Sondra and I wouldn’t have any time alone together. I even made a few attempts to corner her. She was keen and eager, but any intimacy was next to impossible. However, I knew it wouldn’t matter in the grand scheme. Soon we’d be married, and I’d get to fuck her eventually. I hoped. I got the impression she was eager, too, with her stolen glances, knowing grins, and playful banter back and forth.

Evenings were difficult. Sleeping all alone with nothing but my thoughts. I rubbed myself red raw almost every night, fantasizing about what sex with Sondra would be like. So many orgasms, so many fluids. So many cold showers. It was all I could think about. To say I was excited would be an extreme overstatement. I simply could not wait until my wedding night. It was the night I was not only going to lose my virginity, but it was the night I was going to experience Sondra Kingston in all her glory.

Alas, the universe had other plans.

A few days before the wedding, there was a heat wave and thus, we all found ourselves going for a swim. At first, it was undeniable heaven. Sondra in a bikini. My god, what a body. She was toned, unbelievably so. A toned upper body, semi-muscular shoulders and arms, and washboard abs. Yes, she spent a lot of time perfecting her body, presumably for her future husband, me. Of course, all of her eight sisters had similar builds. I couldn’t believe I was surrounded by such exotic beauty. I had hit the jackpot. For the first time, I was happy. All too suddenly, I was hit with unfounded confidence. So much so that I wasn’t thinking straight; this led to me going up to the diving board, stupidly announcing, “Hey everyone! Look at me!!” before diving into the pool.

A round of applause followed as I swam to the surface and emerged.

As soon as I rose from the water, the applause ceased. What followed were gasps, murmurs, and shock. Standing confidently, I scanned the faces of the women before me, realizing something was wrong. I just couldn’t quite put my finger on it. My eyes darted to Sondra, who was frozen in awe. Her face painted the picture of someone who was both horrified and embarrassed. It was then that I realized her eyes were cast downward, staring hard at my mid-section.

I looked down.

I was naked. My trunks must’ve slid off under the water. I glanced back at the pool; my blue shorts were floating on the water’s surface.

In desperation, my eyes darted back to the faces of all the women before me. Snickers soon evolved into chuckles and chatter, which quickly evolved into laughter.

Humiliated, I squeezed my legs together and cupped my crotch in a silly, desperate attempt to cover my shrunken privates. All this did was heighten my embarrassment and the amusement of my audience. Flat-out laughter as all women, except my future wife-to-be, laughed and laughed at my nakedness and my clear lack of masculinity.

I was small. It was undeniable; now, everyone knew my shameful secret, and they all found it hystSondral. “I don’t think you’ll be able to father any kids with that!” Hannah announced, “he’s like a Ken doll” Samantha added, “A little wet pickle,” Patricia said, “It’s a chode!” Helen chimed in. What followed was a barrage of small penis insults and jokes. My ego had taken one hell of a beating, and it seemed to worsen each minute.

Eventually, Sondra rose and, very annoyed, shouted back at her sisters, “Guys! Please! Stop!!!” With that, she barged off, leaving me alone at her sisters’ mercy. It wasn’t very good. No words could express how pathetic and silly I felt at that moment. I’d never in my entire life felt so weak.

Later that night, I was resting in my quarters, wallowing in my sorrow, playing the event over and over in my head, when a slight knocking at the door took me out of my daze. It was Kirk Kingston, and his demeanor was different. Almost as if he were disappointed in me. He scowled at me and shook his head, almost as if he were irritated by me. “Family meeting downstairs. Two minutes.” With that, he walked off. I stood there, afraid, in shock, not quite knowing what the hell to expect.

I found everyone seated in the parlor room when I made it downstairs. All eyes turned to face me, burning through my soul. Fidgeting, I nervously approached.

Caroline was standing in the center of the room. Seated around her, in almost a semi-circle, were Hannah, Veronica, Helen, Jasmine, Samantha, Patricia, Georgina, Desiree, and of course… seated closest to her mother was Sondra. Her eyes met mine, and she simply scowled at me. For some reason, she was angry at me; I just didn’t know why at the time.

Caroline simply pointed at the floor beside her, indicating for me to stand there.

Caroline had a bemused smirk, clearly finding my predicament amusing. Despite this, she was still stern, cold, and in command.

As per her instruction, I anxiously stood beside her with every ounce of my male ego gone. I gazed at her with defeated, pleading eyes before gazing back at my audience.

All of Sondra’s sisters were amused. They leaned forward with eagerness and anticipation, with wide-eyed grins and smirks. Some began whispering amongst each other while maintaining eye contact with me. At that moment, I felt two feet tall. What made matters worse was that Sondra maintained that irritated scowl with me. Unlike her sisters, she was not amused; she did not find it funny. Instead, she was not only embarrassed, she was angry… with me.

“Andy!” Caroline announced loud enough for her daughters to stop their childish banter. “So… I heard you had quite an eventful day today,” she began.

I decided to play dumb, looking back at her, confused. This was the performance of a lifetime, as I did my best to save face. Unfortunately, she saw right through it. “What do you mean? I was uhh… we went swimming,” I said with almost a whimper.

“You exposed yourself to my daughters!”

“No! No! It was an accident!” On the verge of tears, I said, “I would never do that! My trunks slipped off me. I uhh, I’m sorry.” I looked back at the amused faces before me, “I’m sorry you all saw that,” I said, my voice breaking. “I’m sorry,” I repeated, trying to keep from sobbing. Alas, it was no use. I was hit with a whirlwind of emotions, and I soon found myself weeping before them. Tears ran down my cheeks, and I began to sniffle.

“Oh, stop that!” Caroline said, irritated.

I looked back up at her, terrified, “I, I, I’m ss. Sorry,” I said, wiping away tears.

“Show me!” she announced.

At that moment, my heart thumped in my throat. “What?” I asked, in total shock.

“I need to see! Lower your pants!” she reaffirmed. It was an order.

I glanced back at my audience and back at her. “Please,” I began, mortified. ” Do I need to? This is so embarrassing!”

At this, Sondra loudly scoffed. She rose from her seat, ready to explode, “You’re embarrassed!?! Are you serious!?! What about me?? I’m embarrassed too!!!” she was livid.

Caroline held out her hand in an attempt to calm down her daughter. “It’s okay, Sondra. Mama needs to see… Don’t worry, it’s okay.” This was enough to calm her down. With that, she turned her focus to me again.

“Go on. Off now!” she said, almost softly.

Knowing I had no choice, I began to fumble with my zipper, aptly lowering my pants to the ground. I took a brief moment, trying to save face, before I slid my fingers into the waistband of my underpants, and in one swift motion, I slid them to the ground.

Standing tall, I shuddered. Embarrassed.

Caroline smirked at me. ” Raise your shirt, honey,” she said, almost condescendingly. Then, I realized my shirt tail was hanging low, almost coming past my knees. In other words, I was still covered. “Go on,” she added with a smirk.

Slowly, I bunched up my shirt, and with both hands, I raised it to my chest, exposing myself to the ten women before me.

Gasps and murmurs filled the room. Snickers and chuckles followed as I stood red-faced, embarrassed beyond total comprehension.

Sondra, of course, folded her arms and scowled at me again. Letting her anger and frustration known.

I stood there, feeling every little bit useless and pathetic. I knew I was not well endowed. It was something I was always ashamed of. Out of curiosity, I looked down only to confirm my greatest fears: nerves had contributed to a virtually insignificant penis. It jutted out, little, tight and firm. It looked like a pale little thimble resting on a small walnut.

Caroline leaned in for a closer look before gazing up at me with a sympathetic yet impish smirk. “You poor little thing,” she said before gently leaning in closer. I was so overwhelmed that I completely lost all sense of time. What took me by surprise was her running her right hand along the inside of my right thigh as she gently caressed my tender, special place. I trembled as I stood there anxiously, both hands clasping my shirt tightly.

Laughter and chatter followed as I visibly shook in embarrassment. I let out a whimper and a wail as Caroline’s right hand engulfed the entirety of my manhood. I looked down only to see my bits at her mercy. She shot me a cheeky grin as she gently massaged my organs, which all fit snugly in the palm of her hand. She gave it a gentle tug and squeeze, and before too long, I found myself becoming erect.

Mortified, I turned three shades of red as she sat back, grinning almost triumphantly at me. Helen and Jasmine let out a ‘mock’ applause as I reached full mast. I gazed back down at my little member. It pulsed and pulsated, and out of instinct, I swayed to the right in a silly attempt to shy away. Caroline would have none of it. She reached forth and wrapped her arm around my bosom, pulling me back into position, “where do you think you’re going, little man?” she joked, which garnered a round of chuckles and giggles.

Once she was satisfied, she released me completely and stood back. Observing me in all my hardness. “Hmmm…” she began, “There isn’t much to you, is there?” she said out loud, “Perhaps I’m being a little harsh. After all, it is a very sweet, polite little penis. Wouldn’t you say?” her eyes darted back to Sondra.

Her face painted one of disgust, “He’s got no penis,” she scoffed, beyond irritated.

Caroline gazed back up at me, shaking her head, almost as if to say, ‘You poor thing.’ When I thought things couldn’t get any worse, she tugged at my shirt, encouraging me to remove it. With that, she tossed it aside. Now, I was well and truly completely naked. Every little bit of me is on display. Every little bit of me being judged.

“I still need to be sure we’re not being hasty here,” Caroline said, almost to herself, before adding, “How much seminal fluid do you produce?” she asked me.

“Huh?” was all I could muster.

Before I could compose any thought, Helen leaned forward with a tissue, gently handing it to me. “Stimulate yourself,” Caroline demanded with a wide-eyed grin. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. This had to have been some sort of sick tasteless prank. As I scanned the faces of the women before me, I realized that I could not escape this.

So, I clasped my member with my thumb and index finger. This caused another fit of chuckles and laughter. With that, I gave my eager little member a series of pumps. It didn’t take long. Within half a minute, I was climaxing. I held the tissue into position to avoid getting any of my fluids on the floor. As I came, a mock round of applause followed. I heaved and grunted. I panted and moaned as I ejaculated into my palm. Once I returned to earth, I looked back up at Caroline with defeated, pleading eyes. I was met with a condescending smirk.

Looking down at the tissue in my palm, I also realized that I’d produced very little semen… Barley a teaspoon worth of clear, watery fluid. But this was mostly attributed to the fact that I am, or was, a chronic masturbator, having pleasured myself a few times earlier that day. Unfortunately for Caroline, this was all she needed to conclude that I would forever be an inferior man. Unable to procreate. Unable to father children even if I wanted to. I was small and produced very little cum. I was useless as a man. That’s how everyone saw it. They all made it very clear to me anyway.

With that, she looked back at Sondra, “You’re right. He is inadequate.”

“See Mom! I told you!” Sondra said, almost in relief.

Caroline looked back at me, “Hmmm…. Such a shame. We all had such high hopes for you.” At this remark, I hung my head in shame as I let my emotions overwhelm me. “You honestly thought you could father children with this little nub?” to make her point, she pinched the tip of my penis, applying some pressure, causing me to yelp in pain, “it’s so dainty and feminine,” she added.

Caroline glanced back at her daughter and said, “The wedding is off.”

A whimper escaped my lips at this. Convincing defeat, I began to sob, not attempting to fight back my tears. On the other hand, Sondra let out a long-winded sigh of relief.

“I just need to figure out what we’re going to do with you,” Caroline said to me as a matter of fact, “You’re already bought and paid for. Since you’re not husband material, you are not on our level.” She paused for effect, musing out loud, “Until I figure out what to do with you, you are to remain nude, and moving forward, you’re no longer allowed to occupy the main house. I’ll have you relocated to the servant’s quarters.”

Jasmine chimed in, “We have a full bullpen. I don’t think we have any more places down there.”

“Well then,” Caroline began, “he’ll have to sleep on the floor in the laundry room, which would have to suffice until I figure out his purpose on the compound.”

From there, I was ushered down into the basement, naked as the day I was born. I wasn’t even allowed to enter my former room to collect my belongings. It dawned on me that I was well and truly at the mercy of these people. I had been sold and discarded. It’s not like I could’ve gone back home because it ‘didn’t work out’, no, these people owned me and could do with me whatever the hell they wanted. The very thought of being owned sent a shiver up my spine.

Caroline told me that I was not to leave the laundry room without permission and would be collected when a decision was made regarding my fate.

“It’s so cold down here! Can I please have something to wear?” I pleaded.

Caroline shook her head at me, “It’s for your good. Just to remind you of your place, okay?”

“What are you going to do to me?” I asked with a quivering lip.

Caroline gave a sharp sigh, irritated by my questions but trying to put me at ease: “Best case scenario: you become one of our live-in servants. Worst case scenario: we have you gelded and sold to another family.”

The color left my face, mortified. ” Ggg.gg….geld me? But… why would you geld me and then sell me?!” I asked, horrified.

“Just a courtesy. You’re not a breeder. Unlike your scumbag father, we’re not going to lie, should we decide to sell you….” Sensing my panic building, she tried to reassure me, “Don’t worry. It will probably come down to a vote. It’s unlikely. so that you know, I’d be happy to keep you around. Whether or not you remain whole is another story” she left me with that sadistic thought as she slammed the door shut behind her.

“Oh fuck” I exclaimed audibly, which I’m sure she heard. Her laughter echoed in the hall through the other side of the door.

 

The End.

 

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