Forced milking, futuristic, e-stim, genital reduction, humiliation

The Panel – Chapter 8

Ferdy stood in front of the bathroom mirror looking at himself. He had a pretty decent body, with muscles in all the right places. He’d have been attractive to a girl if all they cared about was looks, but very few girls cared for boys who would never be able to breed or even satisfy them sexually.

Tomorrow was a big day, and for the first time since the assessment, Ferdy wanted to see himself as the rest of the world would see him.

For his entire life, he’d been surrounded by neuters, naked and unable to breed. He rarely did more than give their genitals a glance, if at all. But now that he WAS one, the condition took on a totally different status.

He looked at his groin, studying it in detail. His penis was trapped behind its clear plastite dome. The pink glans was pressed up hard against the inside of the dome, like a face smooshed against a window. It was already shrunken, but somehow, its containment made it look even smaller; more pathetic. And beneath, his balls, forced into a soft and diminishing bag.

It was like he was seeing himself for the first time; seeing himself as his fellow students would see him. Pink and hairless and harmless. His cock was no longer a tool that might one day be used to penetrate and maybe even impregnate a willing woman; it was an amusing little ornament at the front of his groin, something to be glanced at and ignored, as he had always done to other neuters.

His face twisted into an involuntary expression of disgust and contempt at how impotent he looked now.

And the following day, was the day Ferdy dreaded more than anything. His two-week dispensation was over; it was time to return to school.

Plenty of juniors wore cages. Most of the seniors were past that stage, instead forced to show their tiny dicks. But he was one of the first sophomores, and the only one in his class.

Trepidation weighed in his stomach like a heavy rock.

His father spoke to him as they sat in their transpod at the kerb.

“I know you’re dreading this Ferdy, and there’s nothing I can do to make it feel less uncomfortable. All I can say is, the sooner you get used to it, the sooner it will stop feeling so bad.”

“I don’t think I’ll EVER get used to it dad. Having my dick out all the time. It just feels so wrong.”

“People were naked for thousands of years, and natives, and nudists. It’s not as big a deal as you’re making it out to be.”

“Okay, then take your trousers off. Prove it to me.”

“Yeah, showing off my penis to a bunch of high schoolers outside a school. That’ll go down well. I’ll be in the cells before you reach your desk!”

The thought raised a smile and Ferdy smirked.

“That’s the spirit,” his father said. “Just go for it. Sooner you get out there, the sooner it’ll be over with. Stand tall, you’re not the only one.”

His father’s words made sense.

“Thanks dad. See you tonight.”

Ferdy grabbed his backpack and stepped out of the vehicle.

There were 200 more students at his school than there were at the assessment centre; 1981 to be exact. Of those, 330 had been fully reduced, 298 were in the second stage, and 26, including Ferdy, were in the first. That meant that in addition to Ferdy, 624 males walked around with their dicks on display; every one of them wearing show-alls.

Even though it was inevitable for the majority of males, relatively few were comfortable about having to walk around with their genitals on display, and none were happy about being reduced. There were a couple of guys who, despite their misfortune, showed off with flamboyant bravado. Two centuries earlier, they have been the type to get their dicks out at Mardis gras, or go to nudist beaches just for the sake of letting the world see them naked.

If it was not against school dress code, they would have walked around entirely naked as a symbol of defiance.

Ferdy was definitely not cut from that cloth.

He walked swiftly to his locker. The hall was filled with students, many of them on display, but he still felt as though everyone was looking at him. He stowed his jacket and walked to class. The door was open and he walked in, doing his best to act as though nothing had changed. At first his presence was not noticed, but then a couple of girls saw him, and there were whispered exchanges.

“Hiii Ferdy,” one of the girls said, in a tone clearly intended to draw attention to him.

He was the first boy in his class to be processed, and only the 26^th in the entire grade.

“Hey Charlotte,” he replied.

“Nice show-alls.”

Ferdy blushed furiously. Any resolve to act as though his nudity was normal instantly dissolved. Even his ears felt like they were burning.

“Errr, thanks.”

He lowered his head and made his way towards his desk.

“You look sweet with no balls,” she said, her honeyed tone conflicting with the barbed sarcasm of her words.

“Shut up Charlotte,” one of the boys said. “He’s got balls and you know it.”

“Oh, has he? They’re so small, I didn’t notice.”

“You know he didn’t have any choice. Why are you being a bitch. It’s only luck that they don’t shrink girl’s tits.”

“Not that there would be any difference in her case,” another boy piped in.

“Hey fuck you, Herman!” she retorted. “I bet your dick will disappear entirely when you get reduced.”

A heated argument, involving half a dozen students broke out, and Ferdy kept his head down, wishing he could melt into the chair.

Ferdy hated his forced nudity. He felt self-conscious almost every second of the time he was at school. He’d never previously been aware of the weight of his genitals, nor how they moved as he walked, but now he felt every jiggle, every bounce, as though his cage was screaming for constant attention both from him, and everyone he approached.

And he knew it wasn’t just his imagination. He caught so many people glancing down at his groin.

“Everybody keeps looking at me!” he complained to his father the first night at home.

“I expect they’re just curious. Other guys want to see what they have in store, and the girls well, let’s be honest, they never got to see your weiner before.”

“I wish they didn’t get to see it now. Not like this. I feel like everyone’s judging me.”

“You’re definitely not one of the smallest son; far from it. Remember that guy when we were going to the centre. He was tiny. I’d say you’re on the large side as neuters go.”

“I haven’t finished shrinking yet.”

“True, but why assume the worst-case scenario?”

“Hmmm,” Ferdy mumbled, unconvinced.

On the third day, things got even worse. It was after phys ed; they played basketball, and his team was skins. Ferdy wore show-all shorts, that were tight like cycling shorts. Another guy on his team had also been processed; Eli. He was quiet; a gentle giant, but he’d once gone off on someone who made the mistake of bullying him. The blood from that guy’s smashed nose still stained the edge of the concrete sidewalk outside the school, and absolutely NO-ONE antagonised Eli now.

Throughout the 40-minute session, two students constantly threw jibes Ferdy’s way. Wyatt and Jason were the class bullies. Not really the alpha dogs of the grade, but unpleasant enough to stand out in Ferdy’s phys ed group.

“No nuts! Peanut! Gopher balls! Cherry dick! Mini! Pee pee! Winky!”

The taunts were constant, and some of them barely made sense, but as sensitive as Ferdy currently was, they were a continuous and humiliating reminder of his diminished condition.

Then they went to the showers. They were open-plan and big enough for ten at a time. Eli was in and out in the first group. Ferdy entered with the next group, and Wyatt and Jason followed him, standing right next to him.

“Hey Ferdy, how’s it feel to stand next to a real man?” Wyatt asked.

To his credit, he had a thick brown dick; 6-inches soft, with a hairy chest and big nuts. He was very well hung for his age.

“I dunno, I haven’t seen one,” Ferdy threw back, to the “Ooohs” of his classmates.

“Well, here’s your chance little boy!” Jason joined in.

He was not so impressive, but compared to Ferdy, his average-sized penis was large.

Wyatt gripped the base of his penis and swung it around helicopter style in Ferdy’s direction. The other guys in the showers laughed. It was undoubtedly impressive, especially stretched out like that, but Ferdy was not in the mood for giving compliments.

“That ugly thing? I suppose it’ll be okay when you stick it in Jason’s asshole.”

“Well at least I’ll still be able to find it,” Wyatt retorted.

“Not like this little thing,” Jason added.

He diddled Ferdy’s cage with his finger-tips.

“Hey fuck off Jason,” Ferdy said, hunching and stepping back.

“Hey Wyatt,” another boy said.

Wyatt turned to face the speaker.

“I wouldn’t diss him like that. You won’t look so clever if you get reduced.”

A couple of guys laughed.

“Me? With my dick and muscles. There’s no chance they’re not gonna select me. I’ll be surprised if the assessor don’t beg me to fuck her!”

“Or him,” Ferdy said, walking out of the showers.

Over the next nine months, the other students in his phys ed class gradually changed, as more and more of them reached their sixteenth birthdays and were reduced.

To everyone’s disgust, Jason was selected, and after that he became truly insufferable, strutting around the showers as though his dick was the only part of him that mattered.

But then one day, the best thing that could ever possibly happen, happened. Wyatt turned up in show-alls. In the showers after class, he was quiet and positively subdued.

“Hey Wyatt, I thought you were gonna get selected,” a guy called Davis said.

“Fuckers didn’t like my big dick,” he said sulkily. “Probably felt threatened by it.”

“It’s not so big now though is it? Smallest one in the class. What happened?”

Wyatt’s dick was indeed tiny. Even inside its cage, it didn’t measure an inch long. It comprised almost entirely of the glans, with no shaft showing.

“Made me stay an extra week. Wipe out the competition.”

“I heard it was because you got a boner wrestling,” another guy said.

“IT WAS NOT BECAUSE I GOT A BONER!” Wyatt asserted aggressively.

His face turned was red with humiliation.

“You sound awfully defensive for an innocent man,” the second kid said.

“Yeah,” Davis rejoined. “Why are you blushing? There’s nothing wrong with being a homo.”

“I’M NOT A HOMO!” he shouted, his face turning purple with rage now.

Ferdy watched the exchange.

“Now who’s the big man Wyatt.”

He lightly slapped Wyatt’s bottom and turned to leave the shower. Wyatt dived on him, enraged. Three students immediately restrained him and the coach ran in to calm the situation.

It was the last day anyone saw Wyatt at school.

Ten weeks later, Ferdy reclined in the gyno chair once again. The last time he’d been there was the start of his new life, and he was not particularly happy to be strapped into it again, even if it was only his knees that were strapped and spread far apart this time.

“Hello Ferdy. My name is Doctor Kim. How have you been over the past year?” the doctor asked.

He was surprisingly young, not yet in his 30s.

Ferdy shrugged.

“It’s taken a lot of getting used to, you know.”

“The orgasms?”

“Well yeah, them, but mostly the nudity.”

“Yes, I see that you spoke to a counsellor on multiple occasions. That’s healthy. Perfectly normal. Don’t worry, your conversations were private. I just see a flag on your case file that’s all. How are you coping with things now?”

“I’d rather not have my dick out all the time.”

“I can understand that. Has it gotten any easier?”

“Yeah, I guess. Now that most of my friends have got theirs out too.”

The doctor smiled.

“And what about the orgasms? I notice you haven’t called in about them or changed the times. How are you coping with them?”

“Every single one scrambles my brain. Do they ever get easier?”

“No, and they’re not supposed to. Any wetness?”

“What do you mean?”

“Cum. Do you cum at all?”

“Only the first week or so.”

“That’s good. Okay, we’re going to change your cage today. Downsize it.”

“But why?”

“You know what they say, ‘A tiny…’”

“‘…penis is a safe penis,’” Ferdy said, repeating the catchphrase that was used a dozen times a day on the Overnet and TV. He’d even seen it on digital billboards 100 feet high.

“It just doesn’t seem fair that some people have to while others don’t.”

“Think of it this way, you’re doing your part for society, so that there will never be another global starvation.”

As he spoke, he used a small hydraulic cutter to remove the locking pins on the chastity cage. He pulled the cap section away from Ferdy’s groin, setting it free for the first time in a year. Ferdy shivered as he felt the urination plug slide from his urethra and the air on his glans.

The doctor measured Ferdy’s penis.

“Good, it’s reducing nicely.”

He replaced the cage with a chrome cap. The cap was tiny – considerably smaller than Ferdy’s glans; about the diameter of a penny; half an inch across. It also had a lubricated urination tube, albeit one of a greater diameter than the previous one. This time, there were no extension bars to allow for the shaft of Ferdy’s penis, and the cap was nothing but a flat plate attached to a ring of metal. The doctor slid the one-inch plug into Ferdy’s cock. The cap touched against Ferdy’s glans.

“Just going to push this cap into you. Going to feel a bit of pressure,” the doctor warned.

He started to manipulate the cap, pressing against Ferdy’s glans, and pushing the glans inside Ferdy’s body. Ferdy squirmed at the sensation. After 20 seconds of careful adjustment, the slots at the top of the cap connected with the locking pins on the chastity cage base, which Kim had left in place from the previous cage. He pressed the two tightly together, inserted a new locking bar, then sealed it with a hydraulic clamp as Doctor Joven had exactly one year earlier.

He evaluated his work. Ferdy’s scrotum bulged beneath, two testicles no larger than a ping pong ball between them. Where Ferdy’s penis had been, now there was nothing but a flat, circular metal plate.

“All done,” he said, removing the straps. “You can sit up.”

Ferdy frowned, surprised at how quick and painless the process was.

He sat up and looked down at himself.

“Where’s my dick gone?!”

“It’s inside your pubic cavity. This is the final stage.”

“How am I supposed to pi… pee?”

“You’ll have to do it sitting down, or you can go in the shower.”

“Can’t take a shower five times a day. And you can’t go number two in the shower.”

“No. Speaking of which, we need to test the plumbing. Would you please sit on the lavatory over there and pee. I’d prefer you don’t pass solid waste. We have to work in here after you’re gone.”

A spiteful thought crossed Ferdy’s mind but he didn’t need to go. He sat on the toilet seat, and urine dribbled from the hole in the cap.

“That’s pretty pathetic,” he said.

“Your urethra is stretched, so the pressure is lower. No discomfort?”

“A little bit where the pipe is stretching me, but not really.”

“Good. You won’t be able to shake, so you may want to give it a dab instead. Some young men experience post urination leakage. If it becomes a problem, please contact us.”

“How much is ‘a problem?’”

“More than a few seconds after urination. If you experience continuous leakage or blood in your urine, come in immediately.”

“Blood?!”

“It’s very rare, but some young men experience bladder infections or friction from the pipe.”

“Oh.”

Ferdy dabbed at the cap with a folded square of toilet paper.

“You can put your show-alls back on. We’ll see you in another year for the final removal.”

10 months later

Ferdy and his brother gripped each other’s arms halfway up their forearms and shook.

“Happy birthday Cole,” Ferdy said, giving his brother a wrapped gift.

“Thanks bro,” his younger sibling replied.

“But I don’t really know how to feel about it.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you’re moving out at the end of the summer, and I have my assessment tomorrow.”

“Yeah, good luck with that.”

“Do you really mean it?”

“Of course I do man. I mean, it would be weird to be the only guy in the family to be reduced. Especially having a kid brother who isn’t.”

“Hey, I’m no kid.”

Cole briefly pulled down his trousers to flash his genitals. He had a man-sized cock, loose and low balls, all covered in light brown hair that rose all the way up his belly. He was above-average even for a for a man in his prime, but for a 16-year-old boy, he was in the top few percent.

Ferdy grinned and mussed his brother’s dirty blonde hair playfully as Cole pulled his trousers back up.

“Nah, but you’ll always be my kid brother. Even if you are hung like a porn star.”

Cole laughed.

The next day at four o’clock, Ferdy arrived home from school. He took off his shoes at the door and wandered into the bedroom he shared with Cole. His brother stood at his computer in boxers eating a toast-it. Ferdy was momentarily surprised to see him. He frowned.

“What are you doing home?”

Then the penny dropped.

“You passed?!”

Cole nodded, his expression subdued. Their parents had cautioned him to be tactful, but he didn’t need to be told. There was no way he would ever want to humiliate his big brother.

Ferdy said, “Hey bro, congratulations!”

He moved forwards, Cole rose from his chair, and they hugged warmly.

“You mean it?” Cole asked.

“Look Cole, not gonna lie, I’d rather neither of us was reduced, and now you’ve passed you’re gonna be totally unbearable, showing that big ol’ thing off every chance you get…”

“The ladies have gotta know I’m available,” Cole said grinning.

“Not for five more years Cole. Gonna be playing solo till then.”

“Actually, I was thinking of getting my own pair of show-alls just to let everyone know. You know, build up some interest…”

“You do that, and I WILL be pissed,” Ferdy said grinning. “I’ll cut it off while you’re sleeping!”

“Okay, okay,” Cole laughed. “Maybe not that then.”