 Welcome to hell, Tiny.
Wake up! I’m sure you’re wondering why you’re in a cage, a nd why you’re strapped up, and all splayed out on that scary contraption. Well, sweetie, I’m afraid that after your last date got a look at your penis, and rejected you, she then reported you to us. So, we’ve brought you down here for a size-check.
So we’re going to strip you down, and get a look at what’s dangling between those legs. and for your sake, I hope she was lying. Because if it’s as small as her report stated, you’re going to be in here for a long and miserable time.
What’s that? I’m sorry, but I can’t understand you with that penis gag filling your mouth. Do you like how it tickles the back of your throat? It’s meant to increase your feelings of humiliation, helplessness, and misery in advance of the test.
Because here, at the Emasculation Emporium, we imprison betas with little cocks, and forcibly transitioned them into pliant, cum-swallowing ladies!
Oh, I see that got a big reaction out of you. Struggle and scream all you want. I’ve seen it a million times. Oh, and is that a little stiffy I see straining in your pants? If so, that’s a bad sign for you, because it does not look big at all.
Anyway, I want you to meet Lynn and Shelby, who are entering your cell to strip your clothes off and measure you flaccid and erect. And if you don’t measure up, it’s off to the pre cum extraction clinic, where pre-cum will be pulled out of you, you’ll be forced to consume jizz daily, and where tiny dicks NEVER come.
I’d say good luck, but I can tell by the panic in your eyes that you know you’re in trouble. I’m going to enjoy this. Ladies, let’s begin.