My Emasculation - pinned skinned and removed

Sarah let out a laugh, still holding my lump penis, her tone edged with mockery. “Picture it,” she said, weaving a scenario as though it were a story. “You’ve invested your time - an evening at the cinema, a shared meal, hours spent walking and talking. Then, once the trust is built, you’re invited into his room to stay the night, a more private space, and suddenly the suggestion comes: please stay the night, it’s late now.

You agree to his request. Then he says confidently - let’s share a shower.”

The way she spoke wasn’t casual; it was pointed, deliberate, designed to blur boundaries and unsettle me. Each word carried the weight of control, twisting an ordinary scene into something loaded and uncomfortable.

“He undresses and you see his little boy underpants, alarm bells start to sound in your head. You see the outline of his 4 1/4 inch long cock in his tight pants thinking it is flaccid and limp, perhaps from some prior alcoholic drinks.”

“He invites you into the shower and then walks forward and pulls down his small tighty whitey underpants. You join him in the bathroom - and then horror, you catch sight of his cock, not hanging flaccid as expected, but standing to full attention, a fully erect cock ready for action. You take in all 4 1/4 inches as it point at you, standing as if being proud of it’s performance. You don’t know what to say, you feel real discomfort.”

Sofi continued the drama “you don’t want to disappoint so you undress too, you go into the shower together, he washes you, saying that he liked your small landing strip pubic hair, you don’t know what to say as he has no hair below. You then wash him, trying not to look down. Eventually you get to his man parts, only you realise they are not man parts really - more like boy parts, your younger brother you washed when he was little. You try to wash his small willy, rubbing back and forward, you want him to cum in the shower so that you can avoid sex for the night, but notice the skin doesn’t move and doesn’t cover the crown. The scar line shows something has been cut, removed for some strange reason.”

“You have never seen a penis like his, no skin, no hair.”

The suspense builds!

“You leave the shower, dry and dress quickly, returning to sit on a chair in the kitchenette” said a smiling and giggling Sofi.

Sarah continued “he comes into the kitchen while completely naked, not even a towel to hide himself - you feel sick as you know there are no buses and you don’t have the money for a cab home.”

“You look at his penis which is still pointed skyward in anticipation for sexual activity - your temper finally breaks.”

“You pluck up courage, perhaps helped by the earlier alcoholic beverages.”

“Why do you shave your pubes, it looks disgusting, are you not ashamed to look like a boy?”

“Why does your cock not have a foreskin, it’s doesn’t look normal and I can’t have that inside me?”

“You wear the same underwear as my little brother, what is wrong with boxer shorts, every man wears them, I expect you wear Y fronts too.”

“Also I am sorry to say but your penis is so small, it wouldn’t satisfy anyone, you should have told me you had a small willy with an exposed mushroom head, I could have avoided wasting both our time.”

“I don’t have money for a taxi and I have missed the bus, however I will walk - I will leave now, goodbye.”

They both laugh as they tell their fabricated story with me as the humiliated male!