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The Penis Pride Challenge! by Tina Majors
🕑 Added 2022-09-25 19:21:02 +0000 UTCThe Penis Pride Challenge! (Timothy’s Story)
Written by Tina Majors
Concept by Devin Dickie
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The Penis Pride Challenge!
(Timothy’s Story)
Written by Tina Majors
Concept by Devin Dickie
Chapter One
“Hey, you seen this?” I said, sitting up in bed on what felt like an ordinary Thursday morning, my wife rushing around the bedroom in her bra and panties, already running a little late for work. “On the one hand, I can’t believe this is... really a thing?”
I was referring to the so-called Penis Pride Challenge that had been sweeping the city these last few days. I wasn’t exactly sure where it had started, but in basic terms it boiled down to men displaying their dicks in public as some kind of attempt to help eradicate toxic masculinity.
It was far out, that was for sure.
“Audrey? Seriously, what if people at my office start doing it?” I said, casting my eyes over a hot take on the whole situation that had been written by a pretty big journalist, Kelly Kapers, the kind of woman who could really influence things and set the social agenda with her huge social media following.
As I was speaking, I was finding it hard to keep my focus. The sight of Audrey in nothing but a black, lacey bra with her all natural 32G breasts bouncing and wobbling as she brushed her light brown hair was almost too much for me to take. Never mind the added distraction of her tight, perfectly sculpted bubble butt looking like two scoops of ice cream divided only by a thin, super-tight black thong that provided only the most modest of protection.
“Want to stare any harder, Timmy?” Audrey said, rolling her eyes for comic affect as she pulled her tight black pants up over her slender, perfectly smooth legs. “But, yeah, seriously, do not get involved in this Penis Pride thing. Okay, Timothy?”
I nodded and continued to watch as she buttoned up her tailored white shirt, the button over her chest area giving her a little trouble. There was something about Audrey that I had never been able to get my head around...
She was incredibly intelligent, a Magna Cum Laude at her Ivy League school. Her flawless, alabaster skin and plump, perfectly rosy-red lips adding to her spectacular breasts and perfectly in-shape body.
In other words, she had the perfect combination of beauty and brains. So, why was she with me? I had graduated about half-way down the class, reasonable but not exactly brilliant, and wasn’t a jock type either. Standing at the same height as
Audrey, but shorter when she was in heels – which was most of the time, I was a little on the pudgy side with a soft, slightly fatty chest topped off with two puffy, pale pink nipples.
Oh, one more thing... I was packing a 2.5-inch dick that even fully erect was only just about touching the 4-inch mark. It wasn’t even like I could fall back on an impressive girth, my pencil thin cock really was not in any way, shape or form approaching what an alpha male would bring.
Ultimately, I think Audrey had always found me to be... cute. With my clean-cut brown hair, blue eyes, and high cheekbones, I guess I ticked some boxes, but not the ones that mattered. Still, the thing with Audrey was that she was very direct, and never afraid of saying – and getting – precisely what she wanted.
So, to make up for my physical deficiencies, she had long since made it very clear to me that I would need to satisfy her by other means. Sometimes, it would be long, tongue-numbing sessions of going down on her, or quite often her riding my face until I nearly passed out, never stopping until she was completely satisfied. At times where she needed to feel the sensation of penetration, she would make me strap my little dick into a penis sheath that was at least two and a half times the length of mine, and significantly girthier too.
Sure, it was pretty humiliating.
But, on the other hand, if it kept Audrey satisfied then I was able to live with it. Just about. I knew Audrey would never tell anyone, partly out of shame that her husband had such a beta dick no doubt, and this was good enough for me.
I knew I was lucky to be with her.
Just like I knew she always tended to be right about the important stuff too...
“So, honey, you just listen to me now,” Audrey said, sitting down on the bed and pulling the cover down, and resting her hand on the front of my red briefs. “You see or hear anything about this Penis thing at work, you absolutely have nothing to do with it. I’m being serious. You have no idea what women are really like, what really goes on in their minds. This might be set up as some kind of positive movement, and maybe it is, but as far as you’re concerned? No, no, and no. Got it?”
“But surely if it’s just for fun, like a social movement for equality?” I said, stumbling over my words as Audrey squeezed my dick through the soft material of my briefs. “Okay, okay, no, I won’t get involved.”
Audrey smiled, her firm control over me not letting her down, her complete self-assurance always ready to put me in my place if I tried to argue against her.
“That’s a good boy,” she said, almost purring as my dick hardened inside her hand. “Seriously, if anyone in your office
knows how small this cute little thing is, you can kiss goodbye to any more promotions. I mean, come on, no one is going to respect or take orders from a man with such an itsy-bitsy little willy, now are they?”
I blushed, embarrassed but at the same time undeniably excited by the firm but sensual feeling of Audrey squeezing and releasing my dick as it throbbed inside my briefs.
“Y-y-yeah, of course,” I said, still a little unsure as to why it was such a bad idea, but happy to go along with Audrey right in that moment rather than risk an early morning argument. “Anything you say babe.”
With that, Audrey released my dick – much to my disappointment and frustration – and walked out of the room, calling out goodbye as she shut the door to our eleventh-floor apartment. Being a financial trader, she was in work much earlier than me, so with a resigned feeling of being left hard by Audrey, I turned my bedside light off and attempted to get back to sleep.
Chapter Two
I arrived at work bang on my usual 09:00 on the dot and walked through the open plan part of the office with my fresh coffee, bidding good morning to all the usual suspects. There was a fun, friendly vibe at work, and with about seventy five percent of the office staff being female, I often felt glad to not be in the kind of testosterone-fuelled environment that Audrey worked in every day. The fact that the women I worked with also happened to be pretty flirtatious, curvy, and not afraid of showing off their bodies may have been part of the appeal too...
Anyway.
I left my office door open, as was my usual policy, and took a seat. As I booted up my laptop, I felt my phone vibrate and saw that it was a message from Audrey.
Remember... don’t fuck up what we’ve got by caving to peer pressure! Your penis is OUR secret! XoXo
I was a little taken aback that Audrey was clearly still thinking about this whole Penis Pride Challenge thing but figured that she was just being over-protective. You see, with me as a CEO of a up and coming company, Audrey climbing up the finance ladder, and the pair of us having only recently been
admitted as member of an exclusive country club upstate, I thought that Audrey was probably just doubling down and protecting our upwardly mobile situation.
This was fair, I figured.
But, on the other hand, part of me just wanted to take part, show the world what I had down there and finally let go of the panic of being discovered, embarrassed, or even bullied. Surely if everyone just accepted that dicks came in all shapes and sizes, big and small, then the world could become a less judgemental place?
Over the years, pretty much since I started seeing other dicks in the locker room, I had always struggled to deal with the shame and humiliation of having a small penis. I mean, I knew that there were worse things in life, but the looks on women’s faces when I first got my little dick out... well, it was difficult to deal with, that was for certain.
If the Penis Pride Challenge could allow me to let go of that weight, that trauma I had been carrying around for so long... then surely it was a good thing? I mean, everything I was reading was telling me that it was a celebration of all dicks and had nothing to do with trying to demean or belittle anyone.
Still, Audrey was absolutely clear on the matter.
Under no circumstances was I to take part in anything connected with the event. The only problem was, with the
media coverage seemingly escalating by the minute, I wasn’t entirely sure how feasible that would be...
Chapter Three
Day 1 of the Penis Pride Challenge arrived, the social media content having long since entered orbit, and I decided to walk to work for the last few blocks.
Initially, I felt like it must have just been me and my paranoia, but I could have sworn that random women were looking down towards my pants, their eyes very blatantly fixed on my crotch.
Surely the penis craze hadn’t blown up to that extent, right?
But as sure as night follows day, I began to witness with my very own eyes and ears the sight of women asking men to get their dicks out right there on the street. And to my genuine shock... many of the men actually did it!
This was absolutely crazy.
I felt compelled to look, from a safe distance of course, and I watched on transfixed as men unzipped their pants, pulled down their shorts, whatever it happened to be, and whipped their penises out. Some very big, some were average, and of course there were some small ones too. The sight of groups of
women huddling and crowding around a man, holding their phones out and snapping away as the man simply stood there and put his manhood on display was quite simply unlike anything I had ever seen before in my life.
The thing that struck me was just how excited everyone was. It was like some kind of release, a shifting of the balance of power almost. But it wasn’t overly serious either. The women were giggling, the men all seemed to be enjoying themselves too – even as plenty of the women actually appeared to be measuring them up.
Oh, and I mean that literally...
Some of the women were taking tape measures out of their pockets or using their smart phones to digitally measure the exposed dicks. I was flabbergasted, and not to mention suddenly shocked into action as I heard a voice calling over to me.
“Hey, cutie pie, fancy showing us your stuff?” came the call from the tall, large chested redhead, quickly followed up with laughter by her group of friends. “Wait there, we’ll come and help you let your junk loose!”
I froze.
There was no way I could let these women look at my naked dick, not after what Audrey had said to me. I mean, even if I tried to keep it a secret, I was such a hopeless liar when
Audrey turned the heat up on me. And she definitely would. Even the slightest hint that something had happened, and she would relentlessly pursue the truth until she got it in full detail.
Breaking out of my daze, I turned and ran across the road, only just avoiding a yellow cab, its angry horn telling me how reckless I had been. Safely on the other side of the road I watched as the group of women yelled dismissively towards me and quickly fixed their sights on another man, this time a tall, kind of alpha guy in a dark pinstriped suit.
He, perhaps not surprisingly, was far less reticent than me.
All I could do was watch as he pulled out his dick, at least twice the length of mine and probably three times the thickness, the look of amusement and easy-going pleasure on his and the women’s’ faces making me feel like such a coward for backing out.
I knew I had to get my ass to work, into my office, and today of all days... shut the door behind me. Right now, my only hope was The Penis Pride Challenge would burn out as quickly as the flame had been lit.
Chapter Four
Having decided to leave work early under the pretence of a business dinner, I jumped in a cab to avoid the increasing presence of women looking for dicks to expose and measure.
I had been preoccupied all day, even missing a conference call, as my mind could not let go of the situation that had been developing with the Penis Pride Challenge. Online it was very much a case of exponential growth... the hashtag #SayNoToMaleShame was pretty much going viral all over the country, trending at No.1 here in New York, amongst most major cities. Social media, even the more traditional kind like Facebook, Instagram, Snapchat and TikTok were now allowing nudity so they could play their part in helping the movement gain momentum.
But it wasn’t just online that the action was happening.
No, this was way more than an event that existed only in the echo chamber of social media. As I had witnessed that morning, it was very much a real-world phenomenon. And not just out on the street either...
All day at work I had watched through the gap in my office blinds as the male office workers pulled their dicks loose and posed for pictures with female colleagues. I even watched slack jawed as two of the workers from the warehouse were summoned and promptly let their big, thick, long black dicks hang out... the difference in size between their dicks and mine making me squirm.
And yet I couldn’t take my eyes away.
Part of me just wanted to let myself take part, just let go of my inhibitions and show everyone exactly what I did – or rather did not – have underneath my Hugo Boss pants. But I did as Audrey instructed, much to the dismay of the women in the office...
“Come on, boss, it’s just about showing you’re one of us,” Lacey, my secretary said as I dodged yet another request from the women in the marketing team.
“You know I’m too busy,” I had replied, blushing profusely as another warehouse worker had walked into the office, his pants and boxers already removed, his huge tree-like dick swinging proudly between his legs. “I, um, I need to go. Forward me any messages.”
I could tell that the women weren’t going to let me off the hook any time soon, so that was why I had made the decision to
leave early. The only problem being of course that I couldn’t just do this every day, boss or not.
Relieved to safely jump out of the cab and run into the lobby, I kept my eyes down and scurried over towards the elevator and then the safety of my apartment. With Audrey not due back for a few hours yet, I decided to prepare a meal for this evening, one of her favourites, and if at all possible... avoid social media at all costs.
Chapter Five
Audrey enjoyed her stir-fry immensely. It was one of my go-to meals and it was true that having to focus on getting the ingredients delivered and prepped had managed to keep me occupied enough to not go on social media the whole time.
However, there was a but...
As we relaxed and watched fifteen minutes of the news, it seemed like The Penis Pride Challenge had actually stepped up a notch. It was no longer confined to social media, it appeared like the mainstream networks were covering it too.
“You know, at times like this don’t you just wish you had even an average sized pee-pee?” Audrey said, taking a sip of the vintage red wine we had cracked open. “I mean, I’m not even kidding. If you didn’t such have a little worm, this wouldn’t even be registering as an issue for us.”
I felt my cheeks redden... and my dick harden.
The thing was, as demeaning as it was to have my penis ridiculed by Audrey, it did actually excite me a little too. It was probably linked to all the humiliation I had experienced during swimming at college, the sight of female students nudging each other and giggling at the sight of my non-existent bulge next to a positively banana-sized schlong of one of my fellow swimmers. It was hard to explain, but even that kind of attention was a turn-on in a strange way.
“Okay, how about we head to bed?” Audrey said, finishing her wine. “I think I feel like a little sheath-fun? I take it you have no objections?”
“N-n-no, none,” I replied enthusiastically, knowing that if I performed well enough then there was a chance Audrey would let me jerk myself off onto her breasts, or if I was very lucky... she might even help me do it.
“Well, don’t just stand there, get your clothes off and take that silly little weenie of yours into the bedroom,” she laughed, her nipples visibly hardening underneath her shirt. “And no
cumming inside your sheath this time, you know you’ll be drinking every salty drop if you do that again!”
With that, Audrey got up and walked through to the bedroom. She meant business and there was no way I was going to let her down. After all, with all the dicks suddenly appearing anywhere, I didn’t want her to get any ideas about upgrading from mine...
**
The next morning and the news was still leading with the Penis Pride story. It only took one look over towards Audrey to see that she was concerned as to how far this might all be going.
“It’ll die down, you know how these things play out,” I said, sipping on my morning coffee, still trying to wake myself up.
“Shut up for one second,” Audrey snapped back at me, turning the volume up on the TV. “Look at these.”
Audrey passed me her cell phone and I scrolled through the various images, articles and hot takes that were trending...
Asian Men Are Officially STACKED! Latin Kings Packing BIG Things Small Black & PROUD!
This was just mindboggling. Almost impossible to actually get my head around. The crazy thing was as I scrolled through the images of some incredibly sexy black women posing with their supposedly small dicked black men, they were all still substantially bigger, and way thicker, than me.
This wasn’t good.
At all.
My only hope was that Audrey hadn’t seen this article,
because with the mood she had been in last night, I knew I would feel the sharp end of her tongue. Luckily, she had to leave to get to work shortly, but rather than go in myself, I decided to call in and say I would be working from home.
Hey, it was a perk of the job, sue me.
What was strange though as the day progressed, I found myself getting more and more messages from Audrey. But not just run of the mill chit-chat. No, far from it. She was actually sending me in photos of the various dicks that were out, exposed and swinging free at her work.
I lost count after seeing the twentieth one bounce into my WhatsApp. It was like she was doing it to provoke me, even going as far as adding her own comments on each picture – and never failing to remind me just how small my own dick was in comparison to every single one she was taking great delight in showing me.
“Hey, this one is even bigger than the sheath!” Audrey said via voice note, cackling with laughter and very evidently having a great time. “Not like your teeny-tiny little clitty. I don’t know, maybe you could actually get out of this whole challenge by just saying you don’t actually have a dick? I mean, it’s not even a lie?”
Usually, this kind of talk would at the very least turn me on a little, but right in that moment all I felt was anger. I was stuck at home, too afraid to go into work, and my so-called loving wife was at work, her eyes bulging at a seemingly never-ending supply of big, thick anaconda-sized dicks.
Enough was enough.
In a moment of petulance, I typed back a very angry response. Not a good idea. Even when we fought, I always managed to keep things respectful, knowing full well that when it got down to it, Audrey had the far worse temper out of the two of us.
This time proved no different.
After work, and despite my best attempts at making things right, Audrey not only barely accepted my apology, she showed me several more photos from over the course of her day, many of them actually showing her personally measuring her colleague’s cocks, the look of glee on her face as she sized up an eleven-inch black dick making me feel incredibly tense and
uncomfortable, much to her delight. As a final blow, she totally rebuffed my advances at bedtime.
This was not good. And when I offered to do anything she wanted, she simply laughed and showed me another photo...
“I used to be able to deal with your little pin-prick penis,” she said, arching her eyebrow and looking at me with total disdain. “But now we’ve got all of these real dicks out there in the world it just gets harder and harder for me to deny it. Your thin little strip of nothing just isn’t up to the job. Even the sheath... I just know it’s not the same as a real slab of man-meat filling me up, stretching me out. God, you’re just pathetic.”
“But-”
“Oh, and by the way, you won’t be working from home tomorrow,” Audrey continued, totally ignoring my attempted interruption. “I had a word with your secretary. You will be reporting for duty in the office and you will stay there the whole day. Just because your maggot-dick isn’t fully grown, it does not mean that you won’t work like a real man.”
And that was that. Audrey plugged her headphones in and turned over, her round ass stretching out the tight pink material of her bed shorts, teasing me, showing me exactly what I would not be getting that night.
Or any time soon either...
Chapter Six
I managed to make it to 09:30 the next morning before finding myself totally surrounded by a gang of female office workers. I knew exactly what they were after, and judging by the looks on their faces they were determined to get it too...
“Timothy, come on,” Mallory said, her eyes wide and a very stern tone to her voice. “We’re up to eighty percent here now, it’s time for you to be a good example and show the other twenty percent of men here that they need to get on board with the positivity and show their damned schlongs!”
The other women all laughed, the sound of their voices sending a shiver down my spine as all the past times of small-penis humiliation I had experienced came rushing back to me. I knew deep down that if they wanted to, they could simply choose to overpower me, whip my pants and briefs off, and expose my little dick. Probably the only thing holding them back at this stage was the fact that I was their boss, and even that seemed liked a tenuous hope to cling on to right now.
“Listen, not now, I have a very important presentation I need to prepare for,” I stuttered, trying my best to sound
authoritative but quite clearly not coming across like that if their responses were anything to go by.
“Timothy,” Lacey, my secretary, said, licking her lips and batting her eyelashes in a way that she knew I found hard to resist. “It would only take a second. You know, I’ve always admired you, we all do, right? You’re our big boss, and whatever you’ve got there, you know we’ll always love working underneath you.”
The way Lacey was standing there, her hands on her tiny waist, knowingly accentuating her large breasts and similarly significant booty and thick thighs. I felt dizzy, almost desperate to just do it, reveal my dick and let the women see just what I had.
But then, a buzzing in my pocket.
It was almost like Audrey just knew... a message warning me not to cave, to be careful around women, to maintain my dignity at all costs – or face the consequences.
Without any further hesitation, I mumbled an excuse and practically pushed my way past Lacey and the other women. To the sound of grumbling and tutting, I got myself as far away from them all as I possibly could.
Truly, this day needed to come to an end as soon as possible. But with nearly eight hours left, it was going to require
some seriously creative time management on my behalf to keep my dick safely out of sight.
**
As I arrived home that evening, totally exhausted, I was met by an unusual sight – Audrey was home before me.
“Um, hey?” I called out, somewhat surprised to see her keys on the hallway table but no sign of her in the kitchen or living space.
“I’m in here,” Audrey called back, my voice rapidly scanning her tone, trying to detect if she was still angry at me. “Don’t worry, I won’t bite.”
It felt good to hear her joke like that. I mean, she was simply one of those people who had the perfect comic timing, easily able to make me laugh with even the most innocuous of comments, if that was what she wanted of course.
So, when I walked into the bedroom and found her lying on the bed in nothing but her bra and panties, I immediately put two and two together... and made five.
Not only did she have no interest in my dick, but she was actively casting her hungry gaze over photos that each came with the hashtag of #NoMyth. Photo after photo of huge, thick,
mouth-wateringly potent looking black dicks filled her phone screen.
“See these? Average size is four to six, flaccid, Audrey said, practically drooling. “Some of these are bigger though... some of the semi-hard ones. God, look at the thickness on this one!”
I didn’t know what to do, so simply stood there like an idiot. Audrey was enjoying how uncomfortable I was, even taking great delight in tormenting me about the spin-off hashtag of #BWC, Big White Cock, a kind of friendly and banter-driven drive by black women who were more than happy with the size of their white partner’s dick. I couldn’t deny that this kind of thing was actually pretty healthy for openness and inclusivity, but at the same time the sight of Audrey clearly taking great pleasure in openly scrolling through big, heavy dick after big, heavy dick was proving quite difficult to stomach.
The fact that Audrey promptly ordered me onto the bed, pulled her panties off and rode my face for what must have been three consecutive orgasms was surely just a coincidence... right?
Chapter Seven
I knew something had changed. It was almost palpable in the air as I walked across town the next day, on my way to meet with a potential new client – a male thankfully – my mind struggling to hold all the information that I’d been working on for weeks.
Women were now walking around with a whole new confidence. An attitude with a capital A. It was evident on even the most ‘normal’, kind of mousy looking women too, as I was greeted by the sight of a nerdy looking librarian quite confidently sneering and slapping her hand across the dick of a less than averagely endowed male.
The man simply accepted his fate.
As did the guys with big dicks who had been cornered outside a coffee shop and were dutifully posing for photos with some very excited looking businesswomen. The women were making absolutely no secret of how funny they were finding it all, the casual way they unzipped and fondled the heavy, long dicks making the men appear like nothing more than pieces of meat.
Speaking of which, I realised I was running late for my meeting and practically broke out into a sprint for the rest of the way. There was no way I was going to let myself get put
under the spotlight of a woman discovering her dominant side. Even if it meant sprinting for the whole ten blocks.
Chapter Eight
Every day at this point felt like something new was developing. The Penis Pride Challenge had gone global and with that came news about a Russian site that was effectively styling itself as a fully public directory of all measured men and their penis size.
As the news filtered in, I leaned back in my chair at work and cast an eye out into the office. I was greeted by the sight of the women pretty much using every second of their time to upload penis photos of ex-boyfriends onto the Russian site, even including videos if their boyfriend had been particularly
awful to them. I could tangibly sense the feeling of retribution in the air, and despite feeling personally very worried I couldn’t deny that there was a certain kind of justice going on that was probably way overdue.
That being said, the last thing I wanted to happen was for my dick to end up of this Rotten Tomatoes of the dick world website. But it wasn’t just this site...
Dating apps were now allowing nude male pictures.
All male social media accounts had to be verified by an authenticated dick pick.
There was even talk of male changing rooms in the largest global chain of gyms being converted to only have see-through glass walls.
Whatever I had originally thought of The Penis Pride Challenge, there was no way on earth I could have predicted this. The only question now was how far it was going to go and where the hell it was truly leading...
Chapter Nine
It was the sixth day of The Penis Pride Challenge, although at this point no one was even mentioning that phrase... it was almost as if a new reality had ushered its way into being.
I was running out of time, I knew that.
My only ace in the pack was the fact that I was the CEO. With that kind of power still intact, I figured that I could still try and ride out this wave of so-called penis positivity.
“I don’t care what you have to do, but you do not let those women into your pants,” Audrey said to me before she dropped me off at work that morning. She had taken a week off work and was determinedly spending her most recent, and not insignificant, bonus on a series of spa days, designer clothes, and apparently also an upgrade to her two-seater Porsche. “Any of those wicked bimbos try to make you show your ickle wee-wee, you just message and I’ll come to your rescue, okay?”
I hated it when Audrey used her Seductive Mommy voice on me, but there was also no denying that it was a sure-fire way of making my boner pop.
“I understand, yep,” I replied, trying to not make a fuss, hoping that the little bulge in my pants would go unnoticed. “I’ll be finished at around four today, okay?”
“Sure, don’t worry, I’ll be waiting for you,” Audrey giggled, looking across the street and pointing towards the sight of a man being pinned down to the floor and having his gym shorts and jockstrap removed, his tiny dick on full display and the subject of much mockery from three women who proceeded to document it in all its miniature, um, glory. “Hopefully those women don’t get to you before I do. Oh, and I’m going to be buying you a special present too, so you’ve got that to look forward to.”
After giving me a quick kiss on the cheek, Audrey leant over me and opened my door, speeding off pretty much the second my feet hit the pavement.
As soon as I entered the office, I just knew that something was different. Usually, I was greeted by the lady on the reception desk, her charming smile and sizeable cleavage predictably on display.
But not today.
Today it looked like... Roger Calloway... was on reception? As in Roger Calloway the company Senior Vice President.
“Um, Roger?” I said, puzzled but with my stomach already flipping and turning over and over inside me. “Is there any particular reason for this?”
Roger looked back at me with a slightly dazed, and very nervous look on his face. My gut was telling me to simply turn and leave as fast as I possible could, find a quiet corner and call Audrey to pick me up. But I hesitated, part of me desperate to know what the hell was happening.
“Roger? Hello?” I said, leaning over the desk and being greeted by the sight of his flaccid dick popping out of his suit pants. “Jesus!”
Roger’s dick was comparable to mine, maybe a fraction thicker but certainly as short. He didn’t respond to me, still seemingly in some kind of shocked, bemused state – the surreal nature of this only enhanced by his naked, totally exposed dick.
“So, our CEO decided to join us today?” came the voice from behind me. turning around I saw the unmistakable face, and body, of none other than Maya Lane, one of the company’s major investors and highly prominent board member. “Well, I see you have been acquainted with the first change we have made around here. Roger, I trust that your little shrimp is happy now it’s free?”
“Yes, Ma’am,” Roger replied, totally subservient and offering absolutely no resistance when Maya walked over,
accompanied by two more female board members who proceeded to take plentiful shots of his dick, holding their thumb and index fingers next to it mockingly, immediately uploading the images to the company’s social media accounts. “Thank you, Ma’am.”
This was absolutely staggering.
Roger was a highly paid, highly experienced businessman – and here he was, being treated like a piece of meat, objectified and laughed at. And I knew that if this could happen to Roger, it could happen to me too...
Chapter Ten
“Leave your phone with Roger, you can pick it up later,” Maya said, noticing that I was nervously fumbling with my cell phone, ready to message Audrey as soon as I possibly could. “Don’t worry, we’ll let you have it when we’re done with you.”
When they were done with me?
What the hell was she talking about?
I quickly realised that I wouldn’t have much time to think,
let alone try and wriggle my way out of this, the feeling of two of Maya’s associates taking an arm each and marching me towards the elevator. As outrageous as it seemed, I found myself unable to resist, my body someone shutting down, probably in shock, and my mind doing something similar.
The reality of what was happening seemed to be floating somewhere outside of my consciousness. It just felt totally surreal and right there in that moment as the elevator door shut behind us, I was simply going along with things.
Powerless.
Helpless.
Totally at Maya’s mercy...
“Okay, so you can probably see that things are changing,” Maya said to me as she took my seat in my office, her full booty occupying the space that was by rights mine. “And if the outside world is changing, then it’s only normal to expect that the same would happen here too, right?”
“I, um, well, I think-” I spluttered, knowing that whatever was coming next was not going to be to my liking. “I think we should hold fire, wait and see before implementing any major changes.”
Silence.
Maya simply stared at me, the expression on her face hard to read. She was a stone-cold killer in the business world, I had always known that – as had anyone who had ever had the temerity to cross her. And all of this was before The Penis Pride Challenge.
Then, out of nowhere, Maya burst out laughing. She didn’t hold back, and I knew for sure that her big, hearty laugh would definitely be heard outside of my office.
“It’s so cute that you think you still have any say in the matter,” Maya said, opening up the laptop on my desk and starting to type. “I thought you might have worked it out by now, I guess not. Listen. You’re not getting fired, don’t worry. But... I will need to see your penis. Like, right now. Right this second. Whip that thing out for me, Timothy.”
I could see that Maya was not joking.
I was immediately filled with dread, the thought of such a beautiful, powerful woman as Maya seeing my less than impressive cock was not exactly something I relished. On the other hand, at least it was just us two in the office. Perhaps this was her way of allowing me to respectfully complete the challenge, a way of allowing me to keep my dignity and continue to command the respect of the workers beneath me?
Well...
“Out, let me see that damned dick right now!” Maya barked, snapping me out of my trance. “Oh. My. God. Seriously?”
With my dick barely poking out of my pants, genuinely looking smaller than ever, I stood there and did nothing as Maya burst out into a kind of half-disgusted, half-amused laugh. I will never, ever forget the look of disdain on her face in that moment. It was like she instantly and without reservation changed her entire opinion of me, the kind of perception shift that you simply don’t come back from.
But things were about to get worse.
Much worse.
“Well, this makes things a lot easier,” Maya said, picking
up her black framed Armani glasses from the desk and making a big deal of putting them on and moving her head up close and
personal towards my terrified dick. “I think this is actually... the smallest dicklet in the office. Well, I’m not sure that’s a competition you wanted to win, but you have to take your victories where you can get them, I guess.”
I was blushing hard, my mouth drying up and my heart thumping in my chest. At that moment in time, I probably couldn’t have remembered my name let alone managed to argue my case.
“So, as Roger learned, little dicklets can’t possibly be trusted to do big jobs,” Maya said, standing up from the desk and towering above me, all 5’11” of her, her chest practically at my eye level. “As I said, you’re not getting fired today. But... things are going to change. You’re no longer CEO, that’s just not viable now. You know that. Just not possible. I’ll be taking temporary control until we find someone more... suitable.”
My head was spinning. I wanted to protest, try to argue my case, but deep down I knew it would be a fruitless task. The decision had probably already been made before I stepped into work that morning.
“Now, I think it’s time we let the office know,” Maya said, grabbing me by my ear and practically dragging me out of the office, my dick wobbling around, the cool air of the open plan office reducing it even further. “Girls! Get your cameras at the ready, your little-dicked former CEO has an announcement to
make. Here, Timothy, read this... your pre-prepared statement.”
Wait, what the hell?
With camera flashes and the sound of excited mocking and laughter, I took a small flashcard from Maya and began to read...
“Today, I accept that my time as CEO must come to an end,” I said, my voice trembling with a combination of nerves and sheer adrenalin. “As a certified Clitty Boy I am only eligible to work at the entry level positions and am ready to embrace my new circumstances with enthusiasm, obedience, and total respect for my female superiors and more deserving male colleagues. Please accept my humble apologies for not revealing my clitty-dickie sooner, all I can do is hope that over time I can regain your trust. Thank you.”
What happened next was a blur.
I posed for what felt like endless photos with my former colleagues, women who used to address me as Sir were now openly mocking my dick, slapping it, squeezing it, making me tuck my dick between my legs and walk up and down the office.
Just when I thought my ordeal might be over, Lacey, my former secretary decided it was her turn to have her fun. As was her style, she was wearing a super-tight white shirt, her
mountainous breasts looking as appetising as ever. Something, it turned out, she was more than well aware of...
“So, after all this time putting up with you staring at me, practically drooling, I now see that you quite literally couldn’t have fucked me even if I’d wanted you too,” Lacey sneered, wickedly turning and comparing the size of her apple booty with my dick. “This noodle couldn’t reach my holes, let alone do any kind of serious damage. Now give me twenty squats, I want to see those tiny little balls touch the ground. Pop that booty for me.”
“You heard her,” Maya interjected, noticing my reluctance. “Remember your statement. Remember the promises you made, the assurances you gave. It’s your job on the line here, Clitty Boy.”
I had no choice.
I knew that the last thing I could do now was to lose my job. I already had no idea how I was going to explain what had happened to Audrey, so adding being fired on top of that was simply not an option I could afford to entertain.
With that in mind, I did as I was told, even allowing Lacey to strip me totally naked, the sight of me squatting a source of amusement to not only the women in the office but to the larger dicked men too, the looks on their faces telling me that I could expect some hazing from them too. The thing was, over my time
as CEO I had made a couple of enemies amongst them, kind of par for the course when climbing up a company. Now I just had to accept that there would be plenty of payback coming my way.
From all angles.
Chapter Eleven
I spent the rest of the morning carrying out a series of admin tasks for Maya. It turned out that she had been planning this coup for a while anyway, the Penis Pride Challenge and everything that followed had simply been a happy coincidence that allowed her to carry out her takeover much more smoothly.
Still naked, I found my ass been spanked and pinched almost every time I found myself waiting at the photocopier for Maya’s contracts and presentations to be printed.
This was going to take a lot of getting used to.
But I knew that on some level it was the right thing. The old ways just never really worked. The patriarchy did need taking down, I knew it did, and I also knew that the world would be a better place this way. Still, all that being said it wasn’t going to help me as I found my nipples being twisted and pulled on by Sally and Jessie, two office juniors who apparently were still angry about me denying them extra vacation leave over the summer.
“Such small dick energy,” Jessie said, taking extra pleasure in the look of anguish on my face as she twisted my left nipples between her perfectly manicured red nails. “Ironic, right?”
Sally meanwhile squeezed on my soft right breast, raising her eyebrow as she reached down to my dick with her other hand, squeezing even harder as she cupped my dick and balls in one hand.
“We should put you in a bra,” Sally said, tossing her strawberry blonde hair over her shoulder. “In fact, I might suggest to Maya that we make you the office sissy.”
“Great idea, bitch,” Jessie laughed, annoyed that she hadn’t come up with the idea herself. However, what she didn’t realise is that Maya was way ahead of both of them...
As I made my way back into the office with Maya’s copies, I was greeted by the sight of her on a video call to our main Japanese investors.
“No, no, don’t edge out of sight,” Maya said, her tone of voice extremely firm, yet professional. “Everyone, look and see. We’re still very much putting Timothy to work here. As an ethical company, we won’t fire anyone who can accept the new ways.”
I dropped my head and stood there, naked and with red hand marks over my nipples and around my breasts. There was plenty of laughter and interested looks from the female bosses over in Japan, not to mention nervous shifting in seats from the male employees.
“Don’t worry, I’ll fill you in on exactly how we instigated this change,” Maya said, finishing off the meeting and then turning to me with a sly, wicked grin on her face. “So. How’s the first morning of the rest of your life working out so far?”
Chapter Twelve
By the seventh day of the Penis Pride Challenge, it was quite clear that the world had become a very different place – and there was no going back either.
Audrey had been absolutely furious when I told her what had happened at the office, taking a then unprecedented step of turning me over her lap in her car and spanking my naked ass for ten minutes straight. Of course, when she was done with me, she had decided to make me wait in the car as she headed back inside the office to discuss the situation with Maya.
What had gone on between them in my old office would remain a mystery to me, but I knew by the look on Audrey’s face on her return that the pair of them had certainly bonded over having to put up with me.
“From now on, Maya is your work wife,” Audrey said. “You obey her like you would me. You worship her, you listen to her every word, you thank her for every damn insult and punishment she dishes out. Lucky for you, she has come excellent contacts that are mutually beneficial, so your drop in salary will make little difference to our circumstances.”
I had no option but to go along with it all.
The same could be said for men in general too. By the seventh day, any man who had somehow managed to avoid being measured was now pretty much being measured by force. Women were not taking no for an answer, and whether it was at
work, on the street, or round a neighbour’s house, if they saw an unmeasured man, they were stripping him and measuring him right there and then.
No exceptions.
The news coverage continued to flood in too, the 24-hour news cycle remaining utterly dominated by what was happening. There were reports of divorces being filed at record rates, ditto chastity and cuckolding e-book sales rocketing to levels that had only previously been reserved for best-selling franchises. Similarly, department stores were reporting a sudden surge in pink pantie sales, with wives and girlfriends taking the initiative and putting their less well-endowed partners in more size-appropriate underwear.
It felt like from law, to culture, to domestic, to work life... everything was changing. But it wasn’t just at a superficial, material level either. There was an undeniable ideological shift going on. The #TruthMatters hashtag seemingly rose up from nowhere and became the dominant narrative, something that social media influencer Kelly Kapers wrote about in her blog...
We, as women, are Queens. It’s now that we take our rightful place at the head of society that we can all admit the truth we have known all along, only for it to have been buried by the patriarchy. Size matters. Not only to little dicks fail to satisfy us in bed, they cause us problems out there in the world
too. Think about it. Ever Little Dick Energy guy you’ve ever met has been a toxic, jealous, insecure little idiot, right? Well, I say we change that. They’re not fit for breeding, they’re not worthy of our perfect feminine form. Say NO to little dicks. Say YES to the new order of female leadership and guaranteed satisfaction.
She went on to say that all women who agreed with her ideology should wear Chicago Bulls branded clothing or failing that ensure that they rock the red and white of their traditional team colours as a show of support.
As mind-bending and troubling as all of this was, the implications of being a small-dicked guy myself being quite clear, I had more pressing issues to deal with. Audrey, possibly as a show of good faith and networking prospect, had invited Maya over for dinner at our apartment.
The thought of the two of them together was admittedly quite thrilling, but at the same time also totally terrifying.
“That’s the door, please let Maya in,” Audrey said, her cleavage on full display in what was a supremely elegant designer black dress. “And just remember how important this evening is, not just for you, but for me too.”
“Yeah, I know,” I said, trying to hide my nerves. “Thanks for sticking with me.”
Audrey smiled briefly, clearly appreciating my humility, before quickly stepping over and adjusting the red ribbon bow that she had tied over my exposed penis.
“So cute,” Audrey giggled, walking back over to the dining table and picking up two glasses of champagne, one for her and one for Maya.
As I opened the door to Maya I was taken aback, not to mention slightly horrified, by the sight of Corvelle Rice, one of the hot new recruits on the recent NBA draft. As a professional basketball player standing at over 6’8”, I didn’t need to wonder too hard about which side of the Penis Pride Challenge he had fallen.
“Looks like we’ll need another glass,” Audrey said, a look of glee on her face as she very blatantly eyed up the bulge at the front of Corvelle’s grey suit pants. “Lovely to see you, Maya.”
As Maya walked over to Audrey, I couldn’t help but notice the striking similarities between the two of them. Athletic yet curvy, beautiful, both fiercely intelligent and ambitious, they really did seem like the perfect women for the post-Penis Challenge era that we were now in entering.
“Corvelle, where are your manners?” Maya joked, walking over to him and pointing at his crotch. “Show our hostess just what you come equipped with.”
Corvelle smiled and unzipped, the sight of his seven inches of flaccid, yet incredibly intimidating dark snake flopping out making Audrey gasp.
I didn’t know where to look.
“Hey, hubby, now this is a dick, right?” Audrey said, walking over to me and grabbing me by my hair, drawing me right up to Corvelle. “God. No wonder we call yours a clitty.”
“Yes, Audrey,” I said, trying not to show any signs of pain or weakness as she roughly yanked my head so that I was looking directly at the giant schlong swaying in front of my eyes.
“Oaky! Here’s to big dicks and the ladies who ride them,” Audrey said, proposing a toast that was met with laughter and appreciation from Maya, and Corvelle too for that matter. “Timmy, I want you to head into the bedroom and come out in your new costume. I’m sure Maya would be very interested to see what you’ll be wearing to the office from now on.”
“I certainly am interested,” Maya said, her hand sliding up and down Corvelle’s rapidly swelling dick, the rich chocolate shaft growing to a scary looking eleven inches by my estimation.
I scurried out of sight and into the bedroom. Aware that I wouldn’t have long to get changed before Audrey got impatient, I took one look at my clothes...
A lacey, super-small pair of pink panties with the most intricate detailing on the front patch of material and on the reverse... well, there wasn’t really a reverse at all, simply a thin strip of pink material to ride up between my ass cheeks. Next to the panties was an equally feminine pink bra, custom fitted to lift and maximise my soft, larger than average breasts and puffy, pink nipples.
It had taken me a while to get used to the idea that I would be wearing them at work, but the shock of hearing Audrey confirm this to Maya had rocked me. I mean, how the hell would the women in the office react around me when they saw me walking around wearing these? If I thought it was bad enough this week, I just knew that things were about to get a whole lot worse.
Still, that was work.
Right now, my priority was to get through this evening without having any final shreds of dignity and male pride I might have remaining drained out of me.
“Well, here she is!” Audrey said, clinking her glass against Maya’s as I walked out, my legs a little wobbly in the high heels that Audrey had left for me as an extra gift. “Don’t fall over now, sissy. You never know what kind of big, hard object that cute little butt of yours might land on!”
I felt my cheeks redden as Corvelle stepped forwards and put his arm around my waste, before moving it down and squeezing the soft flesh around my hips and ass.
“It just looks so... natural?” Maya said, licking her lips as she and Audrey stood together, watching as a now fully erect Corvelle began to run his other hand over the front of my bra, his huge fingers passing over my nipples, my high-pitched gasp betraying me as my body reacted to his touch. “I think little Timmy likes the feel of a big, strong man.”
Audrey grinned and stepped closer, her hand taking mind and placing it on Corvelle’s throbbing dick. I felt my stomach turn over in flips of horror and excitement. I didn’t know how to react, what to do, or even whether I should try and make a run for it.
But where would I go?
This situation wasn’t just going on in my apartment, it was now worldwide. There was no hope for a man like me now, it was one hundred percent a woman’s world – or more precisely, a Size Queen’s world.
“Work it, use both hands, sissy boy,” Maya said, stepping next to me, guiding my other hand onto Corvelle’s dick. “See what a real dick feels like, see how much pleasure it can give you. That’s it, don’t be shy, give it everything. Make me and Audrey proud.”
I couldn’t quite believe what I was doing, but as I began to work Corvelle’s dick, I could feel my own little dick hardening inside my panties. There was something about being guided by Audrey and Maya, giving my control away to them entirely... that just felt so right.
“Now on your knees,” Audrey whispered into my ear, her breath sending a shiver down my spine as I felt both her and Maya push me downwards, my mouth now aligning with Corvelle’s shaft. “Pull the big, thick God dick down towards your hungry little bitch mouth. Do what comes naturally to you. Keep making us proud. Show us why you deserve to stay in our lives.”
As I let my tongue lap across Corvelle’s huge, almost globe-like dick head, I found myself immediately intoxicated by the slightly salty, musky taste and odour. Opening my mouth wider than I thought possible, I let my head drop down all the way, fighting off my instinct to pull out, not letting the lack of air panic me.
“Such a good little slutty pin-dick,” Audrey said, her hands pulling off Corvelle’s t-shirt to reveal a magnificently sculpted, and perfectly smooth male physique, the kind that I would never have been able to achieve no matter what diet or workout regimen I went on. “Now push yourself. I want to hear you gag. I want to see his dick deep in that throat of yours.”
Maya helped me in my task by firmly pushing my head down, laughing as I gagged and spluttered, roughly then pulling me back up and driving me downwards again. Just like in her work life, Maya took absolutely no prisoners, and I was beginning to really see how productive, and dangerous, a pairing her and Audrey could become.
Before I knew it, Maya and Audrey had taken an ear each and with their other hands on my shoulders, were ramming me up and down on Corvelle’s shaft. I could feel my mind totally melting away, simply allowing my body to be used for their amusement and pleasure.
But I was brought out of my dazed state very quickly when I felt Corvelle pull his dick out of my mouth, pick me up and lift me by my ass cheeks up towards his face.
“Now it’s time we seal this deal,” Audrey said, pulling my thong to one side and nodding to Corvelle. “Fill her up!”
With that, Corvelle dropped me down onto his rock-hard, ultra-thick cock, my cry of shock soon turning to pleasure as I felt his bulbous dick head push right up against my g-spot.
I found myself grabbing onto Corvelle’s boulder-like shoulders, my fingers digging into his strong, smooth, beautifully dark skin. I had never experienced anything like this before, but every inch of my body was connecting to the experience. Loving it even.
“I-I-I-I... what’s... Oh God!” I cried out, the feeling of having my ass filled with another man’s cum at the same time as his throbbing dick massaged my own pleasure spot proving just too much for me. “Audrey, what’s.... I can feel... it’s... Oh...God!”
Audrey and Maya both laughed as my entire body shuddered and spasmed, Corvelle’s thrusts making me cum harder than I had ever previously known possible. The truth was, I didn’t want to stop feeling like this... and I also realised then, although deep down I must have always known, that there was simply no way I could ever do the same for Audrey that Corvelle could, or any man like him for that matter.
There was a new hierarchy in place, and it hadn’t landed like that by accident. It was the natural order of things, an order that may have been subverted for centuries, but was very much here to stay from now on.
As I lay on at the feet of Maya and Audrey, both of whom were having plenty of fun laying full, sensual kisses over Corvelle’s sculpted body, I realised that how I found pleasure from now on would be different, but far less stressful, the control and the power having been taken away from me completely. My little-dick secret was out in the world, I simply didn’t have to worry about being exposed any longer.
It may have started out as The Penis Pride Challenge, but from this point onwards it would be a case of being proud to be a full time clitty-boy sissy. I knew there would be plenty of difficult moments ahead of me, but I was ready for them. Starting with watching whatever was already hard again Corvelle was about to do to Audrey and Maya’s willing, beautiful and Goddess-like bodies...
