On Display
By uppishcarrot.
Most of the women before me were from my past, including old girlfriends, former colleagues, and scattered acquaintances. Somehow, Beth managed to track them all down and invited them here for a show in my honor. She even managed to track down the cute girl who bagged my groceries.
My eyes wandered over the auditorium and eased in on the front row, particularly on the four familiar faces that sat front and center. All four ladies were very clearly in on it and were eagerly anticipating something particularly special. There was Veronica, a buxom blonde with crystal blue eyes. I had a fling with her for close to six months before I left her for Nicole… who was literally sitting next to her. Nicole was a porcelain-skinned, red-haired beauty whose heart I broke in order to pursue things with Bianca, who was, believe it or not, sitting next to her. Bianca was a Spanish blooded, brown eyed, brown haired vixen, who gave the most incredible blowjobs… I ended things with her in order to move on to the next conquest, Patrice, who was just about the most intoxicating woman I’d ever had the pleasure of unloading into. All four women wanted payback for having their hearts broken. It seemed as though they were going to get it.
The second row was comprised mostly of colleagues, or rather, former colleagues. Yes, I was an arrogant dick in my old world and I would relentlessly flirt with almost every women who came into my radar. I actually considered myself to be god’s gift to the world and that any woman would be damn lucky to get attention from me. Yes, there were many unwanted advances back in the day. I now know it was wrong and am filled with deep regret.
The final three rows were comprised mostly of random women in my life. Some who just happened to be there. Like the pretty girl who would take my coffee order, to that stern older woman who often flirted with me whenever we crossed paths in the lobby of my old building.
My eyes eased in on the very back row, focusing on Jennifer.
Jennifer was essentially a walking wet dream. She was quirky, funny, cheeky, flirtatious, and had confidence to boost. She was this tall, statuesque goddess, and I constantly fantasized about her. I had even laid the groundwork to conquer her finally… alas, Beth somehow found out, intervened, and essentially destroyed me.
I was taken out of my daze when Beth announced, “I’m surprised they all came!”
I gazed back at her, perplexed, an anxious, frazzled mess. “Oh, please, Beth… please don’t do this to me,” I pleaded.
Beth was dressed in a black and grey pantsuit. Her brown hair was slicked back, and as her patrician eyebrows arched, she smirked at me, letting out a sly chuckle. This was her show, she was the maestro, and I was her star attraction. Nothing was going to get me out of my current predicament.
You see, the whole evening was to really just humiliate me, to publicly annihilate and eviscerate me, completely diminishing whatever was left of my reputation and, most importantly, my manhood. This was my public emasculation. It was intended to be shocking. It was intended to be embarrassing. It was intended to be particularly devastating and damaging to my psyche.
Little did I know that the whole evening would be just me, parading around in embarrassing outfits after embarrassing outfits. I would be giving the ladies a fashion show. All garments were, of course, chosen, all by Beth herself.
To begin with, I was wearing a pair of nine-inch pumps, complete with satin white stockings, a lacey garter belt, and a corset. I was also wearing a pair of silk, elbow-length gloves. I looked and felt ridiculous. Perhaps the most embarrassing part of my outfit was the part that was on show. I wasn’t wearing any underwear, and my bits, or lack thereof, would be on display. Perhaps, most mortifyingly, for the past six months, I’d been wearing an inverted chastity cage against my will. Essentially, my once proud cock had been stuffed back inside of me. Protruding out of my urethra was a clear plastic tube, which was really just for the removal of bodily waste. Inside my catheter was a vibrating contraption which Beth would abuse. At the very press of a button, she could make me ejaculate at any time.
She would take advantage of this power on a regular basis, sometimes turning it on for hours, just to torture me. In other words, I’d been bled dry. Orgasms soon became torturous and no longer fun; in fact, they’re downright unpleasant and sometimes rather painful. To put it bluntly, my sex life had been non-existent for half a year and I essentially had no penis. I just had a little steel button where a cock should be. In fact, I no longer had sensation down there at all; I literally could no longer feel the very thing that defined my masculinity.
I certainly didn’t want anyone to see me like this.
To my utter surprise, Beth approached me with not only a wide-eyed grin but with a key. “I thought maybe I’ll let you out… just for tonight,” she said, enjoying this perhaps a little too much.
I shuddered and winced as she came in closer to me, aptly inserting the sacred key into the damned contraption. I was overwhelmed in that moment, having been a prisoner for the past six months. I looked down in anticipation as she proceeded to unlock my device, “oh god, Beth! Thank you so much!” I winced in eager anticipation, “ngh, oh thank you…” I whimpered in gratitude as my voice trailed off. An emotion washed over me, and I struggled to maintain my composure.
Of course, Beth simply kept her eyes downcast, the whole time a wide-eyed grin plastered on her face. She was enjoying this, perhaps a little too much. She was marveling at the power she had over me. How I’d been groveling, begging, and pleading to be let out for so long… now that it was finally happening, I was on the verge of tears; anxious, overjoyed, nervous, and a little overwhelmed.
In an instant, the contraption broke apart and fell off my body. I looked back up at her and smiled in an attempt to let her know my gratitude.
I couldn’t believe I was finally free.
Beth stared down at my groin with a very sad, sympathetic expression. Slowly, I looked down in unison.
My heart skipped a beat as I caught an eyeful of what was left between my muscular manly legs. In the six months, it had dwindled, diminished, and disappeared. Atrophy had set in and my cock pretty much withered away. At this stage, it resembled a little pink earlobe, nothing more than a puckered flap of skin, barely an inch in length. Sticking out of my urethra was the catheter, a thin, clear straw. Involuntarily, fluid oozed out, dripping down my thighs. I simply couldn’t believe what I was looking at; the whole thing felt surreal. I began to tremble and felt myself shaking in shock and anguish. “Oh… my god…” I said softly in almost a whimper.
“Oh my… urm… my uhhh… It’s ummm…” my voice trailed off as I fought back tears, “Oh Jesus!!” I said aloud before weeping, “Oh my god! Oh, Beth!” I was panicking now, overwhelmingly mortified, literally in shock, “What the hell have you done to me?!!” I screamed aloud.
Beth let out a chuckle and, with that, said, “It’s Showtime!!” before pushing me out on the stage.
Almost a year prior, I had it all.
I was a senior account manager at a prestigious investment firm, and I had the lifestyle most men dream about. With my ample salary, hefty quarterly bonuses, and other various side hustles, I led the high life. I lived in an upscale apartment in the heart of the city, which boasted panoramic views of jetliners taking off and landing. There were parties, fast cars, and of course, fast women. In fact, there was a revolving door of women, many of whom seemed to be former clients and former colleagues. In other words, once I dated them and got bored with them, I’d often go out of my way to tarnish their reputations, essentially in an attempt to completely get them out of my life altogether.
When I met Beth, she matched my level of arrogance and pomposity. She was actually a client whom many thought was impossible to deal with, but for some reason, she seemed to gravitate towards me, insisting that I handle her account. It didn’t take long for us to become involved. She came on strong, and before I knew what was happening, we not only had become sexually involved, but she seemed to latch onto me, forcing herself into my perfect world.
Beth was a dragon, in every sense of the word. Most men were afraid of her. She carried herself with swagger and confidence. Behind her back, everyone would refer to her as ‘super bitch’. I must admit, she also terrified me. She had this power over me, which essentially turned me into putty, causing me to bend to her whim and completely melt. She came on strong and simply declared that I was now hers, with no choice in the matter.
Yes, I found her confidence exciting, and I was also quite taken by her beauty. She towered over me, with a semi-muscular physique that she often showcased in short skirts and tight-fitting blouses. She also seemed to live in stiletto heels, which accentuated her shiny, toned legs and thighs. Her brunette, shoulder-length hair was always expertly styled, and she always seemed to be wearing bright red lipstick —it was her signature look. She was the master of the art of intimidation, and it mostly stemmed from her aggressive nature and her graceful beauty. In other words, she was a glamour and most men couldn’t keep their eyes off her.
Despite all of this, there were flaws.
She was controlling.
She was constantly irritated with me.
She was lackluster in the sack.
Sex was simply just sex. Nothing exciting. Nothing really that fun. It seemed to me as though she were just going through the motions, barely present enough to satisfy her physical obligations. In time, I began to wonder whether or not she actually even liked sex. I soon concluded that she was perhaps a-sexual and that sex itself wasn’t really at all that important to her.
To me, it was. In fact, it was everything.
Sex with Beth was indeed lackluster. She mostly just lay there like a sack of potatoes as I did my best to finish. On most occasions, I rarely broke a sweat. As our relationship continued, sex with Beth very much became a chore, and on occasions, it mostly felt like a job. It was almost as if I had some kind of duty to fulfill. Over time, I came to dislike her, and I even tried to end our relationship on several occasions. Alas, I realized that, to the outside world, we were a couple, a powerhouse, and the envy of many. With our high salaries, we had no financial stress whatsoever. Six months into our relationship, at her insistence, we merged our accounts and moved into a lavish penthouse in the city center together. To the outside world, we were the envy of many. Anyone looking in would assume that we had the perfect life.
Apart from the sex thing, they were right.
But the ‘sex thing’ began to drive me insane slowly.
I recall one evening, as I flailed about on top of her, desperately trying to finish but realizing that I simply couldn’t get there. My eyes glazed over her, and I could tell that she was bored. In order to ‘finish’, I faked an orgasm and quickly rolled off of her. “That took you longer than normal,” she commented, sitting up, readjusting her robe. “Yeah, I uhh… I guess I was tired. Sorry, baby,” I said, clearly lying to her.
She was indifferent. She didn’t seem to care much.
Thinking back, perhaps I should’ve just spoken to her. Instead, I made the conscious decision to cheat on her. This was also brought on by the fact that Jennifer, whom I had recently started dating, had recently started at the firm as an intern, and I had planned to pursue her. I knew she found me attractive, and I knew it would be a relatively easy lay.
Weeks later, I had laid the groundwork, flirting back and forth, sending secret messages, and engaging in playful banter here and there. At one point, she cornered me in the break room and literally stuck her tongue down my throat. We made plans to ‘have dinner’ that night with hopes of making it back to her place. Unfortunately, someone had spotted us making out, and the news ultimately travelled back to Beth, who in turn made plans of her own.
That evening, everything came crashing down.
I’d made it home early so I could shower and change. Imagine my shock when I emerged from the bathroom, only to find Beth sitting there on our bed, scowling at me. I knew then and there, I’d been found out. “What’s going on?” I asked meekly, terrified, thinking the worst.
Expecting to be lambasted and screamed at, she instead rose from the bed and calmly walked over to me. “Lose the towel,” she said calmly.
“huh?” I responded, unsure.
“I want you naked,” she said, her eyes burning through my soul, “cancel your plans. You’re with me tonight,” she added, almost as though it were part of some kind of sinister plan of hers.
A half hour later, I anxiously sat by the kitchen table, completely nude. Nervously, I looked over at her as she went about making us a succulent meal. For dinner, she’d prepared two medium rare steaks with a side of mashed potatoes and green vegetables. In addition, there was an open bottle of red wine on the table just waiting to be consumed. While dinner was cooking, she poured me a sizeable glass and handed it to me as she looked me over with her eyes wide in anticipation.
Dinner was really quite tasty, and just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, she fell to her knees and crawled over to me with a wide-eyed, mischievous grin. What happened next took me completely by surprise as she proceeded to crawl between my open legs. I let out a surprised gasp as she began kissing my inner thighs. Never, in our entire relationship, had she ever gone down on me. She’d always said that blowjobs were disgusting and demeaning to women.
I knew something was up with her… but in that moment, I simply didn’t care.
She reached forth and clasped my hard cock at the base, giving it a slight squeeze, “you’re so proud of this fucking thing, aren’t you?” she asked me, gazing up at me with a stern leer, “the almighty flesh power tool!” she said aloud with distain, “take a look at it!” she ordered.
We both stared at my rock hard cock as she gently massaged it in her hands, “so big…” her voice trailed off as her eyes met mine once more, “its so ripe and ready for action,” she leaned in as her tongue gently grazed the tip of my member, “take a good look,” she said, “try to remember it this way…”
Before I could muster a response, she took me into her hot, wet mouth.
I let out a guttural groan as I slipped into utter ecstasy.
Almost expertly, her head was bobbing up and down on my thick wet cock as she sucked me like no tomorrow. You see, before her ‘treatment’ I had quite a nice cock. In fact, I was rather proud of it. No, it wasn’t a porn star cock or anything like that, but it was slightly above average. I was proud of my seven and a half inches, of how hard I got and of course, the amount of ejaculate my proud cock produced. To be honest, this was all mostly due to supplements and a strict diet, although it really was all for the sole purpose of dropping massive loads.
“Oh god, Beth!” I exclaimed, struggling to catch my breath, “fuck! I’m gonna come!” all this did was cause her to amplify her efforts. Her tongue worked my shaft as her head bobbed and twisted in an almost rhythmic fashion. Suddenly, I felt my entire world shake as I involuntarily shuddered, releasing into her wet mouth. As I erupted down her gullet, she clamped her lips around the base of my cock and continued to suck like a hoover as I unloaded, spurt after spurt. It actually felt as though she were sucking out my life force and as I began to lose my erection, she continued to suck to the point where it started to become slightly uncomfortable.
“Argh! Beth! That’s enough!” She didn’t take the hint, so I grabbed a fistful of her hair and literally pulled her off me, “STOP!” I screamed at her as my flaccid cock popped out of her mouth. She locked eyes with me and grinned, “I’m glad you didn’t do anything stupid tonight,” she said before adding, “you’re mine. Now and forever.”
“Yeah, uhhh… of course,” I responded, uneasy.
“Let’s go to bed.” With that, she stood up off the floor before walking off to our room. I sat there, perplexed, confused, and with conflicted feelings. I gazed down at my spent, shriveling cock. I didn’t think I had another round in me just yet. Reluctantly, I too stood up and followed her into our room.
Unfortunately, I was unable to rise to the occasion again that evening. We rolled about on the bed for close to an hour when she eventually broke away from me and scoffed at my lifeless droopy noodle, “the almighty power tool!” she mocked sarcastically at my inability to get it up, “I imagine the skank would’ve been far from impressed,” she added, “imagine what she would’ve told everyone about you…” she looked back down at my flaccid member, “useless! You call yourself a man?”
Feeling more than embarrassed at that point, I shifted on the bed, covering my shame from her, “pathetic!” she added before rising out of bed, now her face dripping with distain, “you really embarrassed me today,” she admitted before shaking her head at me, “this isn’t over.” With that, she headed off into the bathroom. Moments later, I heard the shower running.
I shuddered, suddenly terrified of what exactly she had in store for me. My mind began to wander, picturing Jennifer before me in lace and fishnet stockings. I lost myself in my fantasy for a moment, but realized it was all moot, given the fact that my member still lay lifeless on my thigh. I knew something was wrong, but I dismissed it as nerves and stress.
What I didn’t know was that I’d indeed been drugged. I’d been given a major dose of progesterone, hence the inability to get it up.
The next morning, I woke up only to find an empty bed.
“Beth?” I called out. Nothing. She was gone.
I felt my heart drop, thinking the worst: ‘she’s left me.’ The odd thing is, I soon realized just how foolish I’d been. I had completely ruined a good thing, and I was to blame. I winced as I rolled about on the bed… That’s when I noticed something was off. I couldn’t feel my dick. In fact, it felt very numb. All too suddenly, I got a very queasy feeling in the pit of my stomach. Thinking the worst, instinctively, I tore off my sheets… What I saw shook me to my very core.
There was a tiny contraption on my proud cock. It was a steel encasement of some kind. All of a sudden, I felt searing pain followed by an uncomfortable burning sensation. I could only describe it as some kind of dull throbbing from deep inside, almost as if there were some kind of vibration coming from within me. It lasted only a few seconds, but it was enough to shake me to the core. Standing up, I examined the contraption closely. It looked like a shiny flat button between my legs, it actually looked like I had no cock at all. Somehow, she’d manage to stuff my 7.5 inches uncomfortably back inside my body. She had drugged me and put an inverted chastity cage on me.
The burning pain suddenly returned as a steady flow of urine seeped out of the clear tube, dripping down my legs and pooling by my feet. This took me completely by surprise, I had involuntarily peed myself. It stung and burned as it happened.
Beth had inserted some kind of electrical device into my urethra.
I quickly reached for my phone and frantically attempted to call Beth. To my dismay, she didn’t answer. So I tried again and again. No answer.
Moments later, I was in the shower, frantically tugging at the device. That’s when I felt it again —the uncomfortable, burning sensation. Only this time, it was different. It felt almost pleasurable as my insides pulsated and convulsed. All too suddenly, I felt my legs weaken, my breathing intensified as, without warning, I ejaculated. I looked on in shock and terror as a thin, clear, watery liquid oozed out of the tube protruding out of my urethra.
When I reached my bedroom, I checked my phone, only to find that I had one missed call from her, from Beth. Frantically, I called her back, desperate to talk to her.
This time, she answered.
“What the fuck is this thing you’ve put on me??!” I shouted at her.
There was a moment’s silence followed by a devastating statement, “I’ve taken away your manhood.”
She was right, I had no dick.
“I decided you don’t deserve to have it, so I’ve taken it from you,” she said, calmly, coldly.
Frantic, I felt my world begin to spin. I knew I had to figure out some way to reason with her, “Please!” I pleaded, “There’s going to be permanent damage, it really hurts all bunched up in there! It doesn’t feel right! Please!” I practically begged her as tears streamed down my face.
“It was actually easy squeezing your sausage into that little cage… and yes, baby, in time, there will be damage. You can count on it,” she declared, her tone laced with mockery and satisfaction.
“Please! I’ll do anything,” not thinking this through, I added, “anything at all, please!” I begged some more, “anything at all! Anything you want! Anything!!”
There was dead silence on the other line for what felt like an eternity. “We’re getting married,” she declared.
I shuddered in shock, not quite knowing how to respond, feeling every little bit defeated, now a broken shell of a man.
“You’re mine. Now and forever. Don’t you ever forget that,” she said before taking a pause, letting me stew. “I’m happy to have you without a dick. To be perfectly honest, I don’t really need it. I don’t even really care all that much for penetrative sex. I can live without it just fine. You were never really that good at it anyway. You always left me feeling quite unsatisfied.”
I winced as a whimper escaped my lips, not quite knowing how to respond. I always thought I was an exceptionally gifted lover with an impressive cock to boost. I loved to show off and display my masculinity, leaving my sexual partners heaving, panting, and gasping for more. In my mind, I was an able-bodied man, an impressive specimen that women adored; I was ‘the man’. It’s how I saw myself.
This revelation from Beth was a hard pill to swallow. As I stood there in shock, she continued without any consideration for my feelings, clearly wanting to more than bruise my ego and my self-worth, “It’s just a silly dangling piece of flesh that you constantly obsess about. I don’t really know what the big deal is anyway. Personally, I think it’s disgusting. In fact, I think you’ll be more humble and subservient if I just had you neutered.”
I couldn’t believe my ears. Before I could even fathom any sort of response, she hit me with a bombshell, “I know about McMillon…”
The truth is, I had been skimming from my boss for almost two years. Millions are in various dummy accounts around the world. I struggled to understand how she found out about my hidden funds, but it was enough to put me into a comatose state. McMillon was my co-conspirator; in fact, he was the brains behind the operation. Somehow, Beth knew of our plans as well as the precise amount we’d stolen together. She could bury me. Not only would I lose everything, but I’d wind up in jail. She had me. Somehow, she knew all of this.
“How did you…” She cut me off, adding, “We’re going to make a public announcement!” She added, “We’re getting married, you and I, by the end of the year.”
“I urr… I need time to think about this,” I managed to say.
All too suddenly, that familiar, uncomfortable burning sensation between my legs. Within a matter of seconds, urine flowed out of my locked up dick, dripping down my legs once more, “ungh!” I winced in discomfort as I doubled over.
“I control that silly ‘thing’ you’re so proud of. I decide when you come and when you piss. When and where.” She paused for effect, “imagine how embarrassing it would be if you pissed yourself in front of all the women at the office? What would they all say? What would they all think?”
I didn’t know how to respond; I was completely at a loss.
Again, the pain returned, the throbbing intensified, and I actually fell back, clasping my groin, desperate for some kind of relief. “ngh! Mpffff! Wha… what’s happening to me?” In a matter of seconds, a clear fluid oozed out of the damned tube. Catching my breath, gathering my bearings, I picked up my phone, only to realize she’d hung up on me.
She had me where she wanted me to be.
Reluctantly, I sent her a text: You win. I’m yours.
From there, things snowballed rather quickly. Beth forced me to make a very public announcement at work, much to the shock and confusion of Jennifer who stood there with her mouth agape, struggling to understand just what the fuck was happening.
What I didn’t know was that shortly after our engagement, Beth actually reached out to Jennifer and the two had lunch together. I recall Beth coming home that day with a pep in her step, sharing with me that she had set Jennifer straight. “What do you mean? Set her straight?” I asked, perplexed and borderline mortified.
“I told her you have a complex. A need to reassert yourself as an able-bodied man,” she said, grinning from ear to ear.
“Why…” I cleared my throat, struggling to understand, “why would I urr… Need to do that??” I nervously asked.
Beth erupted in laughter, “We had fun talking about your umm… situation,” she pointed at my caged groin. “I told her you don’t really function as a man.” My jaw dropped as she continued, “You never developed properly. It never grew… It simply doesn’t really work…” She looked down at my groin with a wide eyed grin, “I said, ‘don’t believe me? Next time you see him, take a gander… You’ll find he has no bulge’… it’s true, isn’t it?” her eyes met mine with a triumphant smirk, “you prance around, pretending to be all macho and manly… But all you have in your pants is nothing but hot air… The Adonis with the perfect body has nothing between those manly legs of his…”
Instinctively, I squeezed my legs together and rubbed my caged cock, wishing it was free.
“When you wander through the bullpen at work on Monday, and you hear women whispering and giggling as you walk on by… That’s why,” she laughed, “your false sense of bravado. It’s all a show to mask the fact that you aren’t really a man. You never were. It was all just a way to stroke your silly ego,” with her index finger, she flicked the tip of my nose, “we had quite the laugh about you, pee wee.”
She was right, too. The following Monday, I heard snickers, chatter, and muffled giggles as I walked on by. Women I’d often chat and flirt with would go out of their way to avoid eye contact with me. I even caught a few women stealing glances ‘down there’, between my legs, confirming… yes, there was no bulge and that yes, I had no penis. Nothing down there whatsoever.
One day, I was in the middle of giving a presentation when I felt my contraption begin to vibrate. I did my best to ignore it, but try as I might, it soon took hold and I found myself struggling to concentrate. Fearing the worst, I quickly excused myself, much to the shock and disappointment of my boss. As soon as I’d left the room, a steady flow of urine seeped out of my clear tube, soaking my pants in the process. Yes, I’d wet myself, but I also knew it was Beth controlling it. She had indeed succeeded in destroying my image as an able-bodied man, and my reputation soon followed.
My work soon began to suffer, and before too long, I was fired.
Given the fact that I already had millions, I didn’t really care. As it turned out, however, I eventually discovered that I had no money to my name. When Beth initially discovered that I’d illegally acquired funds, she took control of my accounts and proceeded to return every cent I’d stolen, essentially bankrupting me. I was now completely reliant on her to take care of me, and it left me a shattered, broken shell.
She controlled me. Complete and utter control.
Every morning was the same. I’d take my ‘supplements’ under her watchful eye. Then I’d soak in a bath, under her watchful eye. Then, I’d complete my very long list of chores around our house. This eventually became the norm for me, and I soon learned not to question her; instead, I would just go along with everything.
Months later, I found myself in an empty auditorium, told that I would ‘be putting on a show’ for almost every ‘woman from my past’, “after this, we’re even, it’ll be over and we can move on to the next chapter… together,” she said as we headed backstage.
“Okay,” I submitted defeat, with no other options, no other cards to play. She owned me, and she could do whatever the hell she wanted. “What do you have planned?” I asked, almost cowering.
“I think it’ll be fun if you put on a little fashion show!” she declared, “all those ridiculous outfits you begged me to wear,” perplexed and shocked, my eyes peered upward, desperately trying to appeal to her with my desperate pleading eyes, “you’re going to see just how ridiculous they are… So is everyone else.”
After trying on the first outfit, I took a moment to stare at my reflection in the mirror. I let out a deep, winded sigh, struggling to come to grips with how far I’d fallen. Everything I’d lost: my reputation, my social life, my job, my money, and perhaps, most importantly, my manhood.
When I was later forced out onto the empty stage, I realized there was absolutely no hiding. Everyone could see every embarrassing detail about my body, and although I was no longer caged, in that moment, with all those eyes on me, I kind of wished my little nubbin was covered up.
There I was, standing before almost every woman I knew, dressed in lingerie with my lifeless little pee pee on display, confirming to everyone that ‘yes, I had no dick’. I looked down between my legs and wept in despair, struggling to come to grips with what was left between my legs. My once proud cock, was now nothing more than a pink flap of skin. Clearly, it was due to the contraption; the muscles had contracted and dwindled away due to a lack of blood flow, but it was more than that. Beth had been force-feeding me estrogen and progesterone every morning. I didn’t realize it at first, but this ultimately caused everything to shrink and contract, withering away to nearly nothing. Now, my manhood simply jutted out of my body, resembling a turkey timer. I certainly didn’t want anyone to see me like this. In desperation, I gazed over at Beth, who stood before me triumphantly, as the auditorium erupted in applause and laughter, followed by an avalanche of flashes. Almost every single woman before me eagerly snapped photographs of me in my most unflattering state.
Standing before a sea of smiling, laughing women was surreal. Everyone was in complete and utter hysterics.
It dawned on me just how much of an arrogant ass I was back in the day and in that moment, I felt remorse. I wish I could go back and change my ways. I scanned the audience, hoping to find at least one sympathetic face.
There was none. Everyone was amused. Everyone was enjoying the destruction of my ego. This was my public emasculation, and the show was just me, standing there, shivering as my member further contracted inside of me. In desperation, I locked eyes with Jennifer, who simply arched her eyebrows at me and shook her head, both amused and disgusted, all the while she continued to laugh her ass off at my pathetic display.
Moments later, I was pulled backstage again, only to be forced into another embarrassing outfit: a pink, lace, semi-transparent baby doll dress that left very little to the imagination. Again, I was ushered out onto the stage as the laughter further intensified once more.
Standing there, feeling flush, I suddenly felt a familiar feeling. Perhaps it was the feeling of exposure, or the fact that I was so utterly powerless and vulnerable, but somehow, I found myself becoming aroused. This was the first erection I’d had in almost half a year, and I actually believed that once hard, I’d resemble my former self and that it would prove to everyone that this whole exercise was moot, that Beth had failed to destroy my ego, my manhood, and my reputation. I stood there proudly as my member reached its pinnacle, standing at full mast.
Silence fell as everyone noticed the tent, with me wearing a baby doll outfit.
I smiled as I swayed back and forth, for the first time, marveling in the attention. This was me in my glory, my cock was back and it was harder than ever.
Beth confidently walked across the stage to me, holding a microphone. “Well, well, well, ladies…” She announced as hushed murmurs filled the auditorium, everyone looking on in anticipation.
Beth looked up at me, “Excited?” she asked with a hint of mockery and condescension. “Let’s see what he’s so proud of, ladies,” Beth said into the microphone as she grabbed my outfit, pulling it up over my head and exposing me once more.
Aside from my white stiletto pumps, I was completely naked… with a raging hard-on.
Audible gasps filled the room.
I smiled proudly as I too looked down at my hardness.
It wasn’t at all what I remembered.
I’d lost length. Significant length. I’d also lost girth. A considerable amount of girth. In fact, it felt as though I were looking down at a flesh colored AAA battery. My face dropped as I realized that changes to my body were indeed permanent. “Awww! Look at how ripe and ready for action his widdle winky is!” she said into the microphone, much to the amusement of the audience as a thunderous round of laughter followed.
Sensing my angst, Beth leaned in even closer to me, “Aww no…” she mock pouted, “Something wrong? What happened to your widdle pee pee?” she teased, holding up her thumb and index finger, indicating to the crowd that it’s gotten smaller and smaller, “has the poor widdle thing has shrunk?”
“Urm…” I soon realized she’d shoved the microphone into my face, “urm…” I paused, looking back up at the women before me, all of whom were now smiling broadly, fighting hard to keep from erupting into laughter, “Its urm… I have urm… its not normally little… I’m normally big… I mean, bigger… I uhh…” my voice trailed off as Beth reached forth and prodded my erect member with her index finger, causing it to bob up and down, “Aww no!” she teased, “you poor thing!” she mocked, “you lost your big dick?” she joked, “What happened to it? It’s gone, huh? Where did it go?” she teased some more, “It’s shrunk down?” she paused for effect, gazing back at the crowd, “all that’s left is a little flesh colored light switch!” declared into the microphone.
In desperation, I looked back up at her as she locked eyes with me, continuing to laugh and laugh at my pathetic display. “Aww… it really IS gone!” she teased again, causing me to look down, only to confirm that I had lost my erection. It actually retreated inside my body, resembling a little, frightened baby turtle. “Big man with a useless broken little toy!” she joked.
Foolishly, I squeezed my legs together and cupped my crotch with both hands. More laughter ensued as I stood there, not knowing just where the hell to look or what the hell my next move was going to be. I’d never in my life felt so exposed, so vulnerable, so humiliated, and so terrified, all at the same time. The feeling was so intense that I actually lost control of my bodily functions. Inadvertently, I felt myself release as a steady flow of urine seeped down my legs, pooling by my stiletto heels.
This did not go unnoticed.
Then, all too suddenly, my world began to spin, and from there, I lost consciousness.
Much later, when I came to, I was backstage, lying in the back dressing room on a small sofa. I shifted uncomfortably, forcing myself to sit up. I was still naked, only this time, a damned contraption had been put back on my tender little bits. I let out a deep, weary sigh of defeat as Beth walked in. She stood by the door, smiling triumphantly and with satisfaction. “I’m so happy everyone got to see you like this,” she declared, arching her eyebrows at me.
Whimpering in despair, I slowly spread open my legs and took an apprehensive, curious gander. God, I looked pathetic. Useless. Defeated. Sexless. This cage was smaller and tighter, and it was as if I had nothing down there at all. Emotion became me as I stared down at my cage with a profound sense of loss and emptiness.
“Like I said, you don’t deserve to have a cock. So I took it from you… This time, it’s permanent!” She let out another sinister chuckle as she dangled a small golden key in the air, her eyes slowly peering down between my muscular manly legs, “Kiss it goodbye…” She took a moment before she tossed the key into the bathroom. I looked on in horror as the key landed in an open toilet.
Frantic, I leaped off the couch, practically crawling over to the toilet bowl in utter desperation. I had to get that key back before the inevitable happened. Alas, I wasn’t fast enough.
All it took was three steps for her, and in one swift motion, she flushed the toilet, sealing my fate and discarding my key forever. “NOOOOOO!!!” I screamed and whimpered simultaneously as I convulsed on the ground, “Oh god no!!!” I screamed out in despair as I broke down, shuddering and crying on the floor by her feet.
“oh stop crying!” she barked down at me, “get up! I have another outfit for you to try on. You’ll be wearing this one at the altar… shall we give the ladies a preview?… they’re all still here,” she grinned at me as she dangled a white see-through lace nightgown in front of me, “Come on… Dickless” she added with a satisfied grin.
From my position on the floor, I gazed up at her in shock and wonder, conceding in complete and utter defeat, realizing that she had undoubtedly succeeded in completely eviscerating me.
The End.
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