“Come downstairs, baby!” my stepmother sang in happiness.

You see, on the island that I live on, all new 18-year-old men must have a nude checkup by your local clinic. The matriarch government and society insist that the value of a male is strictly based on his penis size. Men are divided into three categories: “glorious units.” This group is filled with the larger penises greater than 6.5 inches. They are rewarded in society with pretty much access to unlimited women, as women are much more sexual and open in this country i’m in. This is an extremely lucky group, where their numbers are about 1.999%.

The second group is the “standard units,” men between 4 and 6.5 inches tall. They are punished in society by not being allowed sex and barred from any type of underwear. Not owning underwear is not seen as a problem, as men get around it by wearing thin shorts over their jeans, and for those that don’t, it’s impossible to find out the truth as they wear clothing on the outside. However, the first stipulation has been met with fury from men, but unfortunately the resulting anger has been in vain as women hold the power in this country. As a result, almost 100% of the men leave the country as the matriarchs have met their rage with greater hostility. This, In turn, has led to a severe imbalance between men and women who live in the country, where women outnumber men by 98% to 2%.

The final group is the “pinky units,” a new group formed only one week ago for those under 3.5 inches. They were solely created under the guidance of the supreme matriarch of the country, where she intended to punish the “standard units.” The goal was to divide men amongst each other into what mattered the most, penis size. The reaction by women was gratefulness, where those under the standard deserved punishment. The consequences within this group were extreme. Where first, the subject would be barred from clothing, excluding women’s underwear in both the public and private spheres. The worst punishment of all is the banning of orgasms or even stroking until a woman allows it, meaning all pleasure will be under the watchful eye of women.

I force myself to go downstairs with my palpitating heart. I know what the future will entail for me to stay here, and I plan on leaving the country without any of these consequences. I’m unsure how to break it to my stepmom; I know she enjoys it here, and she will be upset if I leave like the other men.

“Finally! What took you so long,” she murmured, opening the door to our flat and waiting for me to come out. I sigh internally; I dread even walking out of this room and going into the hospital because I know that when I go out, I’m not coming back the same way. Holding back my fear, I almost push my body out and into my soon-to-be new world.

“My boy is finally 20!” she gleefully said. “You’re gonna be a glorious unit—ooooh, I just know it!” she said as he shook in happiness.

I couldn’t help but stare at her tits as she shimmies in happiness. She’s dressed in a professional suit with the top 4 buttons undone. I saw her pasty white globes jiggle sideways, making me almost froth like a dog. Even though I’m not what women look for in a man sexually, due to my under-endowment, it has not stopped me from being sexually charged to the extent of being seen as a pervert. I have to admit I have always loved female attention and the female body. Still, due to my shyness and recluse lifestyle I’ve opted to stay indoors gaming over partying, which has made me receive none of the sweet female attention which I crave.

Unfortunately for me, due to my nervousness of being outed as a “pinky,” I, for better or worse, decided the best course of action was to edge and tease myself for a week prior. I hoped it would make my penis bigger if I kept pulling on it, but my hopes were in vain. At best, right now, it’s like an acorn. A sad, small, lonely acorn.

We wait for the elevator and finally hop on the car to the doctor’s appointment. I stay quiet and pray I wake up from the nightmare. How unfair is it that it happens to guys and even worse WHY ME?

“Let’s go, my big glorious boy,” she sang merrily, ” to the doctors!”

I looked to my right and saw her beautiful blue eyes and blonde hair smiling at me. I groaned inwardly, knowing I could not bring myself to say the truth now, as I didn’t want to disappoint her. I mean, I don’t even know how she would react. Would she laugh? Or be angry?

As we step through the hospital’s sliding glass doors, the sterile scent of disinfectant and faint whispers of antiseptic fill the air. The space opens before us, revealing an expansive atrium stretching high above, with soft white lights casting a cool, almost clinical glow over the area. To my left, a sprawling waiting room comes into view, lined with rows of stiff, plastic chairs. Clusters of women occupy the seats, some clutching handbags, others milling about. A murmur of conversations and the rustling of magazines create a low hum, blending with the occasional cough or the beeping of distant monitors.

My stepmom strides forward with purpose, her shoes tapping lightly against the polished tile floor. I follow closely, my gaze sweeping over the scene as we approach the receptionist’s desk. The reception area is a wide, curved counter made of gleaming white marble, behind which a uniformed woman sits. She appears of Thai descent, her delicate features framed by sleek, jet-black hair pulled back into a neat bun. Her skin has a warm, sun-kissed hue, and her almond-shaped eyes are lined with a precise touch of eyeliner that accentuates their deep brown color.

Her expression is professionally neutral, lips pressed into a thin line, but as I draw nearer, her eyes briefly meet mine. There’s a flicker of something behind her gaze–an almost imperceptible shift–as she offers me a slight grin, the corners of her mouth curling upwards in a way that feels more mocking than welcoming. The kind of smile makes you feel small, as though she’s in on a joke at your expense. The gesture is fleeting, quickly replaced by her practiced calm as she turns her attention back to my stepmom, her demeanor once again composed and efficient.

The world around us feels overwhelming and oddly disconnected, where time seems to stretch and compress in the sterile white light. Yet, the brief, mocking grin from the receptionist lingers in my mind, adding an uncomfortable edge to the already tense atmosphere.

“Cock checkup for my son,” she exclaims much louder than necessary.

My face flushes hot with sudden mortification, and I can feel every pair of eyes in the waiting room swivel towards me. My heart skips a beat, and my eyes shoot up wide with shock. Instinctively, I squeeze my shoulder blades together, my whole body tensing as if someone dumped a handful of ice cubes down my back. The chill of humiliation sends a shiver through me, freezing me in place for a moment.

Unable to help myself, I glance around the room. The women who were previously absorbed in their conversations or staring at their phones now have their attention fixed squarely on me. I catch the flicker of knowing smirks on their lips, some trying to suppress the urge to laugh. A few exchange amused glances, their eyes twinkling with barely contained mirth, while others stifle quiet giggles behind their hands. The sound of their muffled laughter rings in my ears, amplifying the moment’s intensity. I want nothing more than to disappear into the floor, but I’m stuck standing there, feeling the weight of their judgment and amusement pressing down on me from all sides.

Quickly, I snap my head forward, trying to ignore the giggles bubbling up behind me. My heart races, and I force myself to focus on anything but the stares, catching sight of the receptionist. She’s smirking, her eyes flicking over me in a quick head-to-toe assessment.

“Wow, I haven’t seen one of those in forever!” she remarks with a hint of amusement. “You’re awfully brave coming here.”

“Brave? W-what do you mean?” I stammer, cringing internally as the words come out shakier than I intended.

“Well, about 97% or so just do the test online to save embarrassment. Coincidentally, that’s all the standard and pinky people. Only the glorious guys come here to..you know, show off.” She snickered, “Of course, you know everything about it.”

“Did you know about this mom?” I stammered out.

She responded plainly, “well of course, guys with big penises stand proud in society, so why not show it off. Us girls all love them huge.” It’s as if it’s a matter of fact I thought with the way she said it.

Before I could fully express my frustration, the receptionist cut me off, pointing toward a door across the lobby. “We are almost there,” she says with a smirk, her tone laced with amusement. “We will walk ahead just about four flights of stairs.”

My stepmom nods, and we make our way toward the door. As soon as we step through it, the bright sterility of the lobby gives way to a dimly lit stairwell, the atmosphere shifting to something quieter, more intimate. The cool air in the stairwell contrasts with the warmth of the lobby, and the narrow space makes it feel like we’re leaving the public eye behind.

We begin our ascent, the stairs solid beneath our feet. On the first flight, the space is calm, almost serene, but by the second flight, the stairwell becomes more lively. A pair of nurses in pastel scrubs chat softly as they pass us, their voices low but cheerful. One is carrying a small tray of vials, while the other flips through a clipboard, her brow furrowed in concentration.

As we continue climbing, we pass a woman in a hospital gown, her arm in a cast. She’s being gently guided by a nurse, who offers her a supportive smile as they slowly make their way down. The woman’s expression is more annoyed than pained, clearly frustrated by her temporary inconvenience.

By the third flight, the stairwell is a hive of quiet activity. A young mother with a bandaged foot carefully descends, she is chattering happily as they move. Another nurse, this one with a stethoscope draped around her neck, hurries past us, her expression one of focused determination. A teenager with a sprained ankle hops down the stairs on one foot, her crutches tucked under her arm, her face set with determination.

The climb starts to take its toll, my calves beginning to ache with the effort. The lights overhead flicker occasionally, casting brief, dancing shadows on the walls. The stairwell is filled with the quiet sounds of the hospital–the faint hum of conversation, the occasional beep of a distant monitor, and the soft footfalls of nurses going about their day.

Finally, we reach the fourth flight. I pause at the top, catching my breath as the stairwell quiets down again, the activity fading away behind us. My stepmom pushes open the heavy metal door, and we step inside.

The room beyond is much smaller than I expected, a stark contrast to the bustling spaces we’ve just passed through. The walls are painted a muted, clinical white, and the air is thick with the sharp scent of antiseptic. A few pieces of standard medical equipment are neatly arranged around the room–a bed with crisp white sheets, a rolling tray with various instruments, and a small, sterile sink in the corner.

Standing near the bed is a petite woman in blue scrubs, the standard uniform for doctors here. She is of Japanese descent, with a gentle, oval face that has a soft, youthful appearance. Her features are finely sculpted: high cheekbones give her face a graceful contour, while her almond-shaped eyes are dark and expressive, framed by delicate, naturally arched eyebrows. Her nose is small and slightly upturned, adding a touch of sweetness to her appearance, and her lips are full and well-defined, often set in a calm, professional expression.

Her jet-black hair is pulled back into a sleek, low bun at the nape of her neck, revealing a smooth, elegant neckline. The hairstyle highlights her graceful neck and shoulders. Her scrubs fit comfortably over her frame, and while they don’t offer a lot of detail, they gently outline her form. The top of her scrubs hugs her modest bust, which is proportional to her petite frame, and the fabric drapes smoothly over her torso.

Her legs, though partially obscured by the scrubs, are slender and well-proportioned, hinting at a graceful posture. Her scrubs are cut to offer a clean, professional look, so there is little visible detail about her shape beyond the essentials. Overall, her appearance is marked by an understated elegance, characterized by simplicity and a quiet professionalism.

My earlier anger has fully dissipated, replaced by a gnawing anxiety. The climb up those flights of stairs, coupled with the unexpectedly small and intimate setting of this room, leaves me feeling uneasy, as if the walls themselves are slowly closing in, trapping us in this confined, clinical space.

“Hey! How are you to the both of you,” she states merrily, giving us both a handshake and a look up and down at me. “Thank you Juniper, I’ll take it from here!”

The receptionist leaves and closes the door behind us. A loud thud reverberates around the room and I gulp. This is it I ponder, this is where the truth comes out.

“Right, this won’t take long! We’re just here to collect some basic measurements and gather information,” the doctor says, a smirk playing at the corners of her mouth.

I feel a knot of nervousness tighten in my stomach. They actually think I have a big penis? This can’t be real. I could have handled this in private online, but here I am, in a room with two women.

“Okay, shirts and shoes off, please,” she says with a cheerful tone.

I let out a resigned sigh, knowing there’s no point in arguing. I begin to remove my clothes while the doctor and my mom take seats on two of the three chairs arranged in the middle of the room.

“There, I’m done,” I say, trying to keep my voice steady but feeling a surge of anxiety.

“Great, thanks!” the doctor replies, her smile warm and reassuring, while my mom continues to smile encouragingly.

“Now for the final pieces,” the doctor says, her tone shifting slightly, the anticipation clear in her voice.

I hesitantly reach for the waistband of my shorts, my hands trembling. “I… I can’t… I can’t do it,” I manage to stammer, my voice barely more than a whisper.

Immediately, I see their smiles fade into a mix of confusion, frustration, and disappointment. It’s painful to see their reactions, especially since I’ve always strived to make others happy.

“I’m sorry, but this is a mandatory part of the process. You need to comply,” the doctor says, her tone now firm but still professional.

“Oh, come on, sweetie,” my mom chimes in, her voice gentle but insistent. “Every man has done this; there’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”

Their words only heighten my sense of unease, making the situation feel even more overwhelming.

Eventually a burst of emotion bursts through me and I frantically shout “B-b-but there is!” I cry, “I’m not big, I’m not big, I AM NOT BIG!”

Both women look at me in shock and silence, until my mother exclaims “oh baby, I’m so sorry! Listen listen, there’s nothing wrong with being a standard unit! It is what most men are, there is seriously nothing to be ashamed of!” With a sigh she speaks up again “nothing wrong with smaller men, do not be embarrassed!” My mom attempts to console me.

“OH MY GOD FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU ALL AND THE MATRIACH!” I heaved in mindless anger, “why! Why is it men that have to go through this! I’m gonna be stripped nude and exposed for everyone-”

“It’s just me and the doctor! That’s definitely no issue!” She interrupts. “Come on baby!” She says like a parent trying to soothe a spoiled child.

“Oh my god you don’t understand!” I cry, at this point I just decide to let it out, there is no point in trying to hide it anymore, I may as well show them for them to truly understand.

I unzip my shorts, feeling an intense, almost palpable tension in the room. The cool breeze brushes over my now exposed genitals to which now both women’s eyes are fixed on me, their gazes unwavering. My mom’s expression is a mix of confusion and concern, her brow furrowed as if trying to reconcile the situation with her expectations. Meanwhile, the doctor’s face reveals a faint, almost imperceptible grin, a subtle sign of satisfaction after our earlier exchange.

I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself against the mounting pressure. The silence in the room feels thick and heavy, amplifying every sound and sensation. With a mix of dread and resignation, I let go, trying to focus on the moment and not on the judgment I feel pressing in from both sides.

That’s it I’m buck naked, with my shorts to my ankles. I look at the reaction of my mom and I am met with wide eyes and she mutters, “oh my gosh,” while putting her hands covering her face. I feel the air cascade by my small dick as I point at it, with my legs spread, highlighting the cause of my outburst.

“Look now I’m banned from clothes, I’m stuck with womens panties!” I cry out, loud enough for people on the outside to hear.

“Right!” Shouted the doctor, bringing our attention to her. ” We can see it, you’re tiny. You are a pinky unit and you’re deep into it.”

“Tha-,” I start to say

“You’re rude.” The doctor states plainly. “How dare you insult and scream at both the matriarch and your own mother. It is not their fault your penis is tiny. What you must do is accept it and live accordingly.”

She continues after staring down at me for 5 seconds, “unfortunately for you a new law for the pinky’s that only came about 2 days ago is that there’s the new smart chastity case. It specializes in denied orgasms and extreme humiliation and to be utterly honest, you deserve it.”

“Oh gosh no, not the chastity device, I never would have voted for the law if my own son would be forced to wear it!” Cried my mom in a sudden outburst.

“Wha-, what’s it about, what chastity case.. what?” I question the ladies in fear.

“A law was passed following a secret referendum for women to fit the Chastity cage for all pinkies. I will show you what it will entail.” She said as she stood up and went to one of the cupboards to her left, walking away from us.

“Oh gosh, I’m so sorry!” She cried with her face in her hands.

“What, why are you sorry? It’s not your fault.” I exclaim to my mom, disappointed in myself that I really swore at her.

“Oh god, baby! I voted for it! I voted for that damn thing!” She screamed out.

I kicked my shorts back and jogged to my mom. I put my hand on her hair and told her it’s all going to be fine. I’m going to get used to it and I’ll be happy. I saw her big blue eyes slowly look up from the floor until it was straight ahead, to my penis. I cringed inside knowing she has the most clear view of my tiny penis.

“SKY RRRR,” came a weird snort from my mother, who put her hands back on her face and leaned even more further into the ground, while her body shook. I start questioning if she is crying… or laughing!!

I decide I’m being selfish and stupidly paranoid and focus on consoling my mother. I bend over, ass facing my doctor, who is busy looking away for the chastity device and tell her ” don’t worry it’s okay, the Chastity device is nothing on me, trust me I don’t care.”

“Come here I need to put this on you.” States the doctor.

I get nervous, but bravely walk on over to the and she hovers the device next to my twig. I hear the device in a robotic voice state ” micropenis detected, pinky unit found. Commencing full integration.”

“Thrust your pinky towards me, spread your legs wide as possible and hands on your head. Do not move!” Commanded the doctor, as her jet black eyes looked up at me.

“Oh gosh,” I murmured in embarrassment. My mom has a view of my ass from behind and I’m exposing myself fully to the two women.

“Quick come here!” The doctor exclaims to my mom. The device grows appendages while she walks to me. “Say micropenis lockup.” She states to my mom.

“Micropenis lockup.” She utters.

“No! Come on, you know what this entails, you voted for this!” Says the frustrated doctor.

“MICROPENIS LOCKUP!” Screamed my mom. I outwardly groaned as she referred to my cock as a literal micropenis. She isn’t even wrong but it still stings.

I watch with bated breath as the device begins to activate, its mechanisms whirring softly. Slowly, it unfurls, revealing a set of mechanical legs that extend with an almost arachnid precision. Each limb moves with a calculated grace, its movements smooth and deliberate. A chill of apprehension courses through me as the device inches closer, its parts shifting and adjusting as if it’s recalibrating to its target.

As it draws nearer, the sensation of anticipation becomes almost tangible. The device extends its mechanical limbs, which are now reaching out with a precision that feels almost predatory. They hover tentatively above my skin before making contact, the touch both cool and strangely intimate. The sensation sends a shiver down my spine as the device’s components lock onto the areas around my genitals.

The closer it gets, the more intense the sensations become. I begin to feel an unexpected tingle in my anus and nipples, a sudden, unsettling sensitivity that makes me involuntary shudder. A low groan escapes my lips, the sensations overwhelming and foreign. The device, now hovering directly above, seems almost to pulse with a rhythmic, predatory intent, its movements calculated to maximize the discomfort and anticipation. The entire experience is a blend of technological marvel and deep-seated unease, leaving me on edge and acutely aware of every touch and sensation.

“Shhh, it’s alright. This is nothing, you’ll see.” Giggled the doctor.

I ignore her comments and close my eyes, “oh god doctor move out the way! Doctor move! I’m going to! I am going!”

“Aaaaand done,” the doctor said cheerily. You’re locked out and barred from orgasm until further notice.

“Oh nooooo,” I moaned. I felt like a loser when I had to feel the need to ask, ” how long until I get to.. you know..” I asked, feeling awkward that my mom is next to me.

“Don’t worry about that, expect to wait indefinitely.” She said casually like I’m not gonna die in between. “Oh yeah and also look at his device guys, it is becoming see-through!”

We all look down and sure enough the cage looks like it has disappeared. I genuinely look buck ass naked!

“Oh gosh! No, I’m just humiliated and honestly I want some release! And I gotta leave the building like this. I have a clit for god sake!” I shouted out whining.

“A clit hahahahahahahaha!” The doctor laughed. “I had never heard that before! “Hahahaha!” She laughed, staring right at the source of my shame. A sexy Asian woman who I had just met is now looking down at me in mock shame.

“Oh baby!” My mother said solemnly, also looking at my caged, yet fully exposed penis like it is a spectacle.

We all stood in silence, while I felt the shame coursing through my body just standing there naked, my ass and nipples out for anyone to see.

“Right, I just need the measurements for the database.” Exclaimed the doctor. “We keep a record of the number of pinkys. I think you know what to do, miss.” She said motioning to my mom.

“MICROPENIS SIZE SOFT!” Screams my mom, much to my chagrin.

“OOOH!” I moaned out in shock as I felt a surge of pleasure throughout my body. It was like a pang of lightning hit every nerve in my body

“Size. Soft. 0.9 inches.0.001%.” A robotic voice came out of the cage.

“Oh wow, hahaha. We do not even break the inch level.” The nurse said with her eyebrows high and a smirk on her face. “Right. Now for the erect part.” She said moving towards her computer to what I presume is to write my data onto. I felt a pang of fear surrounding my body at who exactly will have access to the data and what exactly will happen. Before I could muster up from the depths of embarrassment and ask her directly what she plans on doing the data I hear to my left side.

“MICROPENIS SIZE HARD.” My mother shouted.

“Size. Hard. 2.5 Inches. 0.001%.”

I could instantly see the Japanese woman’s face break into a grin of mockery, a smirk that spoke volumes. It was clear that, in all her years of work, nothing had amused her quite like this moment. The humor in the situation seemed to inject a rare burst of excitement into her otherwise routine, mundane life. Her eyes sparkled with a mix of amusement and disbelief, as if she had just witnessed something truly extraordinary.

Meanwhile, a deep flush of embarrassment spread across my face. It felt profoundly unfair to be subjected to such open mockery by two women, their reactions turning my discomfort into a spectacle. The situation seemed to magnify my humiliation, leaving me to grapple with the sting of their laughter and the unsettling realization that I was at the center of their amusement. The stark contrast between their apparent enjoyment and my own feelings of vulnerability made the whole experience feel even more shameful

“I’ll do you guys a favor, you’re the first pinky member this country ever has, let alone the first in the chastity cage. Unfortunately for you every woman knows that this device entails and I’ll be honest it’s embarrassing. Your mom knows what happens when you’re going to orgasm with it on, but I think it’s imperative for her to see it in person so the next time it happens, she’ll be ready.” The doctor stated.

“Oh my! I don’t! I don’t think I can see my son like that! It’s way too soon! I didn’t even think he’d be a pinky person!” My mom almost seemed to outwardly share the anxiety I felt taking my shorts off.

“Listen I know, it’s tough for you. It’s going to embarrass you looking at your son with the cage but let’s be honest, we voted for this. If this happened to another man, you’d want this to happen. Please do not treat this any differently, you know it would be wrong!” The doctor consoles my mom.

My mothers face contorts into a mix of sadness and curiosity. I would assume she is interested in seeing it happen in person, whatever it is, but at the same time embarrassed that it is happening to me of all people. “Oh god your right,” she finally concedes with a sigh.

“Come, let’s sit back down,” the doctor said, motioning towards two chairs set up in the center of the room. The chairs were beige and comfortably padded, arranged directly facing me as if this were a small, informal stage.

My mom, still looking anxious, walked over and sat in one of the chairs. She adjusted her skirt and sat upright, her gaze fixed nervously on me. The doctor took the other chair directly across from her, her posture calm and professional.

I stood just a few feet away from them, positioned in the center of the room where they were all looking toward me. The space felt tense and focused, with the low hum of the ventilation system adding to the quiet anticipation of the moment.

“Okay baby.” My mom tells me looking slightly nervous. “Can I ask you to masturbate for us?” She asks me like a concerned parent. I knew she thought it was inappropriate to ask, but I knew it was something necessary as the doctor asked us to do so.

I knew this would be a new low for me. I’ve heard jokes among people like “I bet you need two fingers to masturbate,” or “I bet you’re pinky sized,” but to my chagrin the jokes for me here will be reality. Even though this will be humiliating and degrading, I could feel the low hum of my testicles asking for relief. I’ve teased myself for a week just for nothing and I am getting female attention. It’s definitely not the attention I would like, but I get to have two beautiful women look at me naked.

Slowly, I bring my fingers to my cocklette. I could see the eyebrows of my Asian doctor briefly go up, as she’s shocked at what she’s about to witness. My mom meanwhile, slowly starts to put her hands to her mouth, completely covering it. With my heart thumping, a sense of fear emerges, but also a feeling of excitement wades itself in. I may finally get some female attention. My hands position themselves into two fingers to grab at my begging penis, where I immediately see the Japanese woman break out in a grin. I know she’s been enjoying herself at my debauchment this entire time. Her grinning throughout my whole ordeal has given me a feeling of shame, but I can’t help but feel excited. My perverted nature, which is strengthened by my teasing, wants me to perform for her, but my rational side urges me to calmly do what I’m told and not make anything worse than it is.

“Uh.” I quietly moan as my thumb and index fingers make contact with my dick. I slowly try to rub what little shaft I have to great effect. Feelings of anxiety and fear are quickly getting replaced by my lust and pleasure. I couldn’t help but look over at the clothed woman watching. My mom is wide eyed, with her mouth glued to her hands and her eyebrows raised as if she’s in awe at the sight of her. Meanwhile, the doctor watches with a clear smirk, baring her teeth at me. She switches her gaze to my face to my penis and back again. To me she looks to be having too much fun at my expense, it’s like she genuinely finds it hilarious and she’s trying her best to keep a professional attitude.

“OOH!” I moaned, startled at the shock of pleasure my little dick just gave me. “How long do I go for?” I moaned out to the air in front of me, too engrossed in my pleasure.

“Until you orgasm.” Said the doctor with an amused smile. “You can use any technique that may help you like dirty talk or tweezers.” She further added out.

“Hehe..Oh god,” my mother glanced over at the doctor, to which she gave a slight giggle and shrugged her shoulders back.

“Wuuuuaw.” I couldn’t help but find the stimulation of their gaze to amplify my lust. My rational side is quickly getting swept away and being replaced by my perverted nature. I begin to twist my two fingers into a circle and stroke myself again. I pick up the pace with vigor while two women watch over with humor in their eyes. As the twinges of pleasure get stronger and stronger, I couldn’t help but spread my legs wider and wider in response. I stick my hips out and I begin to quiver “ohhhh yeah check me out ladies.” As thoughts of women catching me naked seep through my perverted mind.

Eventually I feel like a crescendo building, the device loudly exclaims “micropenis orgasm blockade emitting. Be warned.” Suddenly, A feeling of bright heat surrounds my entire ass, its burning sensation slowly and frantically builds up, but at the same time it tries to escape the clench of my ass cheek almost like a chemical reaction between two elements that should not be together. It feels almost like a pit of lava is congealed within it. I face the two women, my eyes beginning to bulge out of my sockets, my mouth wide open and my tongue poking out. My mom is shocked and has her hands covering her face, her bright blue eyes staring down at my face. Meanwhile, the doctor has a slight smirk, almost like she fully understands what’s going to happen soon. A pit of horrifying fear dwells within me.

“OHHHHH MYYY WHAT IS HAPPENING, HOLY FUCK HOLY FUCK HOLY FUCK..SOMETHING IS COMING HOLY FUCK!” I scream while staring at my mom, her face looking back in bewilderment.

I feel a surge of lightning, or a rocket about to explode from my ass. To try and negate this I shake my ass back and forth. I can feel it shake and undulate from the movement. I stick my tongue all the way out and scream maniacally “SOMEBODY HELP ME!”

I notice the two fully clothed women in front of me, stare in surprise and interest. “It’s about to begin.” States the doctor. you will feel an electric shock in your rectum. To decrease the time, you must humiliate yourself. The device you have on is highly intelligent. It can sense humiliation and it will decrease the timer.”

“WHOOSH..BRATTT.”

“HOLY SHIT!” screams my mom. I never heard her swear before. What is happening?!? The noises sounded like someone activated a firework and it just popped.

I turn around, sticking my ass out to the women and wait in agony for the next firework to pop out.

“WOOSH..BRATT.”

“AAAAAHHAHHHHHHHHHH OH MYYYYYYY FUCK!” I scream bloody murder. “I GIVE UP NO MORE, MY ASS MY ASS.”

“Humiliate yourself for us! Come on, you’re pinky for christ sakes, that’s how you make it end faster! Come on make your mom proud, she doesn’t want you to see you like this!” Yelled the doctor, like it’s common sense.

“Come on baby! You have to embarrass yourself, it’s just us, don’t worry!” Mom cried.

A sense of pain manifested itself as a lightning bolt up my ass has destroyed all rationality in my brain. All I wanted was for it to stop, I did exactly what I heard. “OHHH GOD I’M GONNA HUMILIATE MYSELF FOR YOU!” I shout out loud. I begin to say things without thinking and blurt out what comes to my immediate mind, “OHHH LOOK AT MY NASTY ASS,

SLAP MY NAUGHTY FAT ASS!” I say as I throw my ass back closer to her face, where I can start to feel her warm breath.

“OHH SHIT IT IS COMING AGAIN I FEEL IT!” I scream. With that, I begin to harshly slap my ass.

*WHAP..WHAP..WHAP..WHAP.*

Each slap hit the air like a loud crack, sharp and sudden. The sound bounced off the walls, leaving a ringing silence behind. My skin burned, a hot sting spreading across my backside, and the warm smell of sweat filled the room. Red welts rose quickly, puffy and sore, their heat growing under my hand as I touched them. A dull ache pulsed beneath the skin, each throb reminding me of the pain that now settled deep into my body.

“FUCK.. COME ON LOOK AT MY EENIE WEENIE ladies,” I say turning around thrusting my micropenis at them. I put my hands to my head, spread my legs and clench and push my ass forward. I in my delirious state ensure a spectacle for my audience. “LOOK HOW TINY IT IS, I’M A KISSLESS VIRGIN MOM..OH GOD MOM.”

I stare at my mom and she looks back and forth at my locked penis and my face, her eyes wide and shocked. I grab her hands that seem to be glued to her face and pull it down, revealing the biggest smirk I’ve ever seen! “Oh god mom you’re laughing at me, oh god. My tiny little weenie is making you laugh oh god oh god!”

“Oh god no son, it’s not hahaha funny haha,” my mom said trying to hide her giggles.

I bend over, this time my face next to my moms, I shift my body to the side so my ass is looking at the doctor. Meanwhile, I open my mouth into a big O and stick my tongue out obscenely and scream “YEAH MOM KEEP LAUGHING AT ME, I LOVE THIS..YEP ITS COMING OUT AGAIN. OH SHIT MY COCK IS TINY!”

I grip my cheeks and spread it as far as humanly possible, where I can feel the air unto my puckered, exposed hole. My doctor has the most intimate view possible that nobody has ever seen. My mom with a wide grin gives me a final look up and down and turns to look at the doctor and “HAHAHAHAHAHA.” I hear on both sides. I see my moms big blue beautiful eyes, her nice white teeth, glistening out in the open, she’s finding it funny, she’s openly laughing at me! I scream “OHHHH I HAVE A PINDICK, LAUGH AT ME LADIES.”

*WHOOSH..BAPP*

“OOOOF Ahahahahaah,” laughs the doctor staring into my asshole.

“FUCKKKK THERE IS MORE, OH LADIES COME ON, BRING THE RECEPTIONIST OVER, LET HER SEE MY COCKLETTE. SHE CAN LAUGH AT ME TOO, IN FACT THE ENTIRE HOSPITAL!” I scream out in delirium.

“Oh gosh oh gosh hahaha” quietly giggled my own mom, her blue eyes and beautiful white teeth staring down at me.

“HMPH MOM YOU LAUGHING AT YOUR PINKY SON IS SO HOT!” I shouted. “LOOK THIS IS HOW A MICROPENIS FUCKS LADIES,” I stand facing the two of them while humping the air with a Vienna sausage poking out.

“HAHAHAHAH” I now see the women outright laugh, my mom even pointing at me, making no effort to hide as to where the hilarity is coming from. As she’s laughing I see her large tits undulate from her movement, making me feel oddly rewarded.

*WOOSH BRATT*

With that I kneel down, my head on my moms leg. “Oh gosh it’s over,” I murmured.

“Hahaha..you did well baby, you really did it!” Laughed at my mom.

“Hahahahaha…wow that was something, hahahaha that was hilarious, it’ll get better and better believe me,” the doctor addressed my mom.

“Wha-what do you mean?” I asked, still having my ass facing the doctor.

“You never actually had an orgasm. What happened the whole time is that your rectum was given powerful shocks, which restarts your sex drive. The shocks produced holographic fireworks, which is what the noise was and why it was so funny for us. The combination of that and the way you acted honestly made us lose our professionalism for a second. Your sex drive will come back, greater than the first time. This is why it’s important you try to hold in your orgasms as much as possible, it’ll get really rough for you later on.” She stood up and walked and looked at the both of us, ” it’s important for the both of you to leave before he gets horny again. We do not want to have this happen in the reception area,” she winked at my mom.

Without realizing, my sense of shame came back, like the blocking effects of my rationality came back. Without thinking I walk over to my clothes that are strewn over by the entrance of the room.

“No! Stop that! You know your permanent outfit. It’s the chastity cage and/or panties. Of course full nudity with your mom is permissible, “she said with a grin, enjoying herself at my expense.

“Oh mom, I need some panties, I cannot show everyone this!” I moaned, embarrassed that I actively asked for panties.

“Oh gosh baby, I thought you were a glorious unit the whole time, not this. I never brung any panties!” pointing at my junk makes me feel insecure. “Okay I got it, stand at the corner and don’t look at me! Seriously!”

I had no clue what she was planning, but I went into a corner I found and stared. The doctor assured her that I won’t be peeking by standing right behind me. I could feel her clothes touch my back and ass, making me feel even more naked and embarrassed.

“Okay, turn around,” my mom said. I did as I was told and was shocked to see.. panties. My moms owns panties.

“Oh mom! Thank you so so much!” I exclaim.

“Your mom is so kind, I would have made you just go out naked.” Smirks the doctor.

“Come on son, we got to go soon! We wasted so much time already,” Exclaims my mom.

“You are right!” I exclaim as I jog my way to mom, while she glares down at my little vienna sausage staying rigid and hard. I ignore her blatant staring and quickly put them on, while hiding my disappointment. It’s very tight at the front, making my outline extremely visible, no matter how tiny I am. The back is even worse, my ass is visible. All I’m covered by is a thin string going by my crack. My rose tinted ass is highlighted for anyone in plain sight. I can’t believe my mom wears such skimpy thongs.

“As a word of advice, if you’re going to orgasm, pain can be an effective deterrent to prevent the fireworks, as well as humiliation. Also, congratulations on being the very first man classed as a pinky and the first with the smart chastity cage. Good luck, you will need It!” Smiled at the doctor in a cocky way.

“I guess, thank you,” I murmured. I then decide to go to the exit door. I open the door briefly, bend my ass back, giving the women an intimate and exposed view of my cheeks. I look out by poking my head out, and see 2 women who are cleaning the corridors of the 5th floor to my right. I shut the door with a loud thud and begin to panic.

“Oh shit mom, there’s women out there, two of them!” I groaned looking back. “Mom, they are gonna see it, they will see me! Look!” I stood back upright and thrust my mini hotdog at the ladies.

“Oh god baby!” Groaned my mom,” you have to be brave!”

“Look mom!” I cried, bending over and showing my ass again, “it’s pink! My entire cheeks are exposed! This is too much for me!”

Putting her pointer finger up in the sky, like she got a great idea she said confidently, “we will do the jet pack! Come over here, quickly!”

I ran over to her and she walked past me and told me to “scoot your little penis into me and don’t worry I won’t feel a thing!”

“Hahaha!” laughed the doctor.

“Oof, sorry son! I didn’t mean anything bad by it! Gosh I wasn’t thinking right!” Cried my mom in realization.

I groaned in response to that comment, but quickly got mixed feelings about all this. Did she want me to put my pecker in between her ass?

“Come on, hurry!” Cried mom, interrupting my thoughts.

I quickly did as I was told. I stuck my mini hotdog up her clothed ass. My penis was nestled in between her thighs and the low crevice of her ass. I must admit it felt soft and heavenly for my pubic area nestled up there.

“Right son, grip your hands on my belly and don’t let go. I meanwhile will put my hands right here.” She said,

I felt her smooth, toned stomach as I put my arm around her. Even though she’s my mom, this is the closest I’ve ever been to a woman. I’m extremely worried bad things may happen.

“Oooh mom!” I jumped as I felt her hands grip each ass cheek.

“That’s it! Look baby, all your bits and bobs are hidden from view. Obviously this isn’t perfect, since I gotta open the doors, meaning at least one ass cheek will be open, but this is the best we can do!” Said mom.

“Wow! Your mom is so caring! Make sure you look after her well, because I for sure would not be doing any of this.” Exclaims the doctor.

“Thanks so much mom, this is a lot better!” I moan to my mom from behind.

“Right, we gotta go. I’m going to open the door and we are gonna go. Don’t think about it. Just run.” She pointed as a matter of fact.

I watch as she opens the door. I feel her ass clench in preparation for my streak to the car. As I gulp, we sprint off.

“Oh…OH GOSH!” I heard behind me. Against our better judgment, we look behind to the view of 2 latina women having shocked faces. Our initial sprint back to the car came to a sharp halt at the surprise shock behind us. I groaned as I realized these latina women were slightly in their 30s and quite attractive.

The first woman is tall, with a light caramel skin complexion and a slender frame. Her long, dark hair is tied back in a practical ponytail, framing her high cheekbones and bright brown eyes. She wears a navy blue scrubs top and matching pants. In contrast, the shorter, thicker woman who has large breasts has a deeper brown skin tone and a round face with expressive features. Her cropped, curly hair reveals warm hazel eyes and a broad smile. She sports a patterned scrub top layered over navy blue pants, complemented by sturdy slip-resistant shoes. Unfortunately with my heart rate rapidly pounding at the nauseating idea of the woman glaring at me, borderline naked I know I need to get out of here.

“This is our first pinky in the country!” The doctor yells out to the other three women and me outside the door.

“Come on mom, we gotta get out of here!” I shout suddenly, to the laughter of the thicker maid and the doctor. With that, my mom sprints out with the ringing laughter of all the ladies behind us this time. I could feel not just my sense of shame increasing, but also my sex drive. I can feel each of her ass cheeks jiggle about as we sprint, with my little cock throbbing in anticipation. As we run along the corridor, I realize how exposed I feel with my bare feet touching the hallway, the smooth surface that at least provides a sterile sensation from the cleaning. We face the door leading to the stairway going down into the reception to the exit. She lets go of my right ass cheek to open the door, where already I get embarrassed and feel naked with my entire cheek exposed in public.

*WACK*

“Uuuuphh,” I moaned as a stinging sensation gripped me as I felt her hand smack down onto my exposed skin on my ass. She grips her soft hand tightly to ensure I’m glued onto her and to my shame I feel her fingertips go into my crack beneath the useless thong material. I felt even more exposed than what I thought was possible as I know she can even feel my ass clench and relax.

“Ooh sorry baby, we gotta be quick, I can’t risk you getting away and accidently exposing yourself.!” She correctly reasoned. We continue to run down the stairs, where unfortunately as we are decending, I even feel her ass motion in an up-down motion and as her feet plants into the floor it jiggles wildly to my mental torture. I groaned a little as these stairs felt endless, and my fear increased with each step that we undertook. The sounds of muted conversations and occasional beeping of machines from outside the staircase made my heart pound in anxiety. The feeling of a singular door opening from one of the exits of the staircase was enough to make my heart drop. As we pushed ourselves faster down the stairs, I felt the coolness of the polished steps beneath my bare feet and to my dismay windows began to appear as we carried on.

“Fuck! Mom, there are windows!” I cry out almost in a whisper to my mom as I ensure nobody is able to hear us. “Everybody is going to see me!” I cried out.

“Baby! Stop, you’ll be fine. You are all covered up. We will be home in no time.” My mother responded to the best of her abilities.

To my utter dismay the door on the entrance of the second floor came open and on it a middle-aged woman attempting to exit the hospital had an air of understated elegance about her. Her fair skin glows with a healthy radiance, complemented by soft, wavy chestnut hair that cascades just past her shoulders, framing her face beautifully. She has striking blue eyes that reflect warmth and kindness, enhanced by subtle makeup that highlights her features without being overpowering.

Dressed in a tailored navy blazer over a crisp white blouse, she pairs it with dark, well-fitted trousers that elongate her figure. Her shoes are stylish yet practical, designed for comfort as she walks with a confident, purposeful stride. As she carries a leather handbag, the gentle sway of her movement suggests both grace and determination. A slight smile graced her lips as she exited, exuding a sense of relief and optimism, perhaps signaling a positive outcome from her visit. The sunlight catches her as she steps outside, illuminating her presence and leaving an impression of resilience and beauty. However, her face contorted into utter shock at the sight of us. I saw her eyebrows lift up and her mouth open in utter shock. From her view, she is glaring up at a woman and what appears to be a man naked behind her.

“Sorry sorry!” My mom yells breathlessly louder than is necessary. “He’s a pinky, he’s a pinky!” She yells even louder. I couldn’t help but moan quietly as my dick twitches in desperation, a feeling of a clothed woman’s ass is enough to break any virgin. I also begin praying and hoping that nobody heard my mom shout while I stare nervously at what the woman is going to do as she stands there. My heart begins to palpitate as we move on closer to her. I see the woman’s face break into a grin as she gets a closer look at me. As we stand now side by side for a split second I see from my peripheral vision her eyes look downward at my crotch which thankfully remains mostly pressed into my mothers backside.

We begin to run past her into the final two staircases below and into the reception area. Just after passing her, my mom lifts her hands away from my cheeks momentarily and places it back. That movement did not expose me in the slightest but my adrenaline took over me in that moment. To be so close to having a completely stranger look at my ass was too overwhelming of a feeling that I rammed myself into my mom for comfort. I managed to hop on her back in a way to remain safe from outside eyes. My bare chest is now hugging her black suit and my entire weight is pressed onto her back. From this sudden turn of events, I am guessing from my weight, my mom leans forward more as we continue to run down the stairs and she grabs my ass with renewed strength and I feel her soft hands pull both sides wider apart. I gulp at the thought of what the woman behind us now may see. Can she see my thong covered asshole? These thoughts with my dick pressing onto my moms ass as it jiggles vigorously from the impact of the stairs makes me throb in utter desperation.

We reach the final staircase, just one more and we run into the atrium for us to finally open the doors and get out of here. Unfortunately as we turn the corner, a few women walk about who immediately stop in their tracks and stare at the obscene pair in front of them.

“Oh my god, oh my god!” I whisper to myself as more people see me like this. I will never live this down. I begin to close my eyes as I only know there will be a bigger audience at the front desk. Hopefully the darkness I see will drown out the pit in my stomach and the people seeing me. Maybe if I can’t see them they can’t see me I thought in vain. Despite my surroundings darkening, the sounds of the women watching me can be heard.

“Oh my god, is he naked?” A woman shouted, in sincere astonishment, her voice combined with a sense of humor.

“Woooah!” Another woman shouted, “He’s fucking naked!” She screamed, seemingly wanting to attract the attention of other women nearby.

“Hey show us that dick!”

“Mom, keep fucking running!” I shouted out. The adrenaline and my pounding heart numbed my use of language, I no longer cared about the profanity in my language to my mother, all I wanted was to get out of here as soon as possible.

We ran past the women under the backdrop of hooting and hollering. My bare skin etched onto her silk outfit. As we transcended down the final part of the stairs we reached the atrium, with a staircase that drops down into the lobby and finally we can run outside and quickly get back home.

“Holy fuck babe. Open your eyes.” My mom whispered. My mom almost never swears. With surprise at her use of profanity and I look on ahead, my eyes bulging and my mouth agape. Around 25 women from what I see lounging around the reception. All of them without fail looking at us with a mixture of amusement and hilarity. Just then a woman we encountered on the staircase earlier came running up behind us and announced,

“This boy is a pinky!” Everyone, we have a pink boy in the country.” She virtually shouted. “Come on show us all that dick!” She carried on seemingly enjoying every second of it.

I watched as the entire reception, including the Thai women, faces all lit up in a cacophony of giggles and some were even pointing at me and picking up their phones. As we both continue to stare, I can’t help but notice my aching feeling in my balls, beg and beg for release. Watching a white teenager I see in the background having her eyes wide, mouth opened and pointing directly at the cause of her hilarity gave me sudden thoughts that I found it hard to keep down.

“Mom take my thong off and parade me naked.” I said in an almost frantic whisper, my words speeding out of me like a nervous wreck.

“Babe what?” My mom asked, with confusion and a hint of amusement in her tone.

“What the fuck did I just say?” I thought to myself. “Shit, mom just run, we need to get out of here.”

Without a second thought, my kind, caring mom ran with me hoisted up her back like precious cargo. I know that not only is this humiliating for me, my own moms life will change forever. We sprint down the stairs and past the black door to the reception, I am virtually surrounded by a host of women of all different shapes and Colors. I mentally have severe gratitude towards my mom as I watch her fight and claw her way to the reception door.

“Ow fuck!” I yelled, breaking my thoughts. I look to my left side. A thin black woman with a smirk just pinched my left thigh. With my yelling it seemed to have encouraged the other woman to also grope and pinch me like a silly zoo exhibition.

“UUAH.” I shout with a pinch on my right thigh this time.

My mom, in an attempt to save me, leans more forward in a way to use more power to get past this crowd. Unfortunately for me the same crowd uses new techniques to highlight my shame. With my new position my ass is more perpendicular to the floor and with my mom grabbing both cheeks, I fear my thong covered asshole is exposed.

“Check out his asshole!” A young woman standing to my left butt cheeks yells out to the crowd.

“Give me that! I want a souvenir from Pinky today! An aggressive middle aged black lady yelled out as she reached for my thong. In doing so I feel her warm soft hand, touch my asshole. She holds the thong in place as my mom valiantly continues to fight forward.

“YAHOO HOW” I yell to the crowd, with outright laughter surrounding me. A tightening pressure is forming where the front part of my thong is held in place while I’m being moved forward.

“UUUU AAAA.” I yell, my panties ripped behind me.

“Ahaha!” That black woman yelled and as I looked behind me, she hipsters the thong above her head like it’s a flag that she conquered.

I again look around and my gaze stops at a cute freckles red haired girl watching in the back left of the room. As our eyes meet for the first time, she gives me a cute giggle as she covers her mouth and wiggles her pinky at me. I can’t help but feel the drumming of my balls beat into my body.

“Shit mom! I’m buck ass naked, my thong has been ripped off!” I yelled to my mom and a strange pleasure courses through me as I watched the petite red haired lady outright laugh at what I just said. I continue watching her, her pretty teeth shining under the backdrop of disinfectant and the smell of alcohol. She notices I’m watching and gives me a thumbs up. A weird sense of pride and accomplishment courses through me.

Thankfully however, and to my surprise a slight feeling of bitter disappointment she opens the door and the glaring sunlight beams into my eyes. The car park awaits us under the backdrop of a nice sunny day. I continue staying hoisted up my moms back like a backpack and I watch as the car in the distance comes closer and closer. With a few strangers milling outside watching us intently and the screaming and hollering in the reception, where some have come out to continue getting a closer look I begin to quickly clammer into the car like a drunken fool, with my bare ass in the air. The soft leather interior greets me, which for the first time touches my completely bare skin. I watch as my mom runs around the car to get on and quickly we drive off. My new world awaits.

 

The End.

 

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