Disclaimer: This story discusses the existence of rape. If this offends or triggers you, please do not read any further. This story is strictly fantasy and none of the characters or situations are meant to represent any real life individuals. In addition, none of the medical/science in this story was intended to be accurate. This requires the suspension of disbelief. All characters in the story are above the age of 18.
The government was now mandating full penis examinations for all male employees at all companies for men between the ages of 18-49. Lance knew it was an utterly senseless policy, but people tended to go along with whatever the government wanted as long as it didn’t inconvenience them too much, and the government knew it could probably get away with the mandatory penis examinations. Lance suspected the real reason for the policy was to get men to quit their jobs in order to get more women in the workforce. It was also a way for the government to reward its supporters: over 60% of women had supported the government in the previous election. Because female turnout was so much higher than male turnout, that meant they could implement some pretty radical measures to shore up their base.
Amanda fully supported the policy. She was a feminist, but she didn’t consider herself a manhater. She understood that this new policy was going to put men in an awkward and embarrassing position. But the entire purpose of the policy was to prevent rape. The government would have a full and accurate description of the penis of every working age man in the entire country. Size, circumcision status, and identifying marks would be kept as a matter of public record. Any man who thought about raping somebody would think twice, as a thorough description of his penis would be on public record. To Amanda, the ends justified the means. Men would be uncomfortable, but if it reduced rape, then it was worth it.
As if forcing a man to submit to penis inspection wasn’t embarrassing enough, there was another catch in the new law. Companies were permitted to either contract with an outside vendor to complete the examinations, or they could have their own employees do the examinations. Most larger firms chose to contract the examinations out, but smaller companies couldn’t afford the expense and most of them had an employee do it.
Amanda was surprised when her boss, Eve, asked her if she would be willing to take on the responsibility. Amanda blushed a little, knowing immediately that she wanted the assignment, but not wanting to seem too eager. The company only had 10 employees, of which 6 were women and 4 were men. 1 of the men was in his 50s, so he wasn’t required to be examined. The 3 men she would have to examine would be Bill, Lance, and Greg. Bill was in his 20s. He was attractive, but openly gay. He and Amanda were close friends and she was sure they’d have a good laugh about it afterward. Greg was in his 40s and also openly gay. They weren’t particularly close, but there was no possibility for sexual tension there. And then there was Lance. Lance was 35 years old, with boyish good looks, impressive upper body muscularity, and lots of charm. He was a good Christian boy with a wife and 5 kids. This was the type of person Amanda usually loathed, but Lance was so incredibly nice that it was impossible not to like him. He was a winner in life and he knew it, but he never acted arrogant or above it all.
“Will I receive any training?” Amanda asked.
“There’s no time for that. We need you to do this tomorrow morning. We’re already past the deadline and we’ll incur a fine if we don’t get it to the government by 11 AM at the latest. There’s a YouTube video for you to watch, and a chart to check off while you perform the exam so you don’t forget anything.”
“I’ll do it,” Amanda said.
So the email went out. Lance was told to report to Human Resources at 9:00 AM the following morning, Bill at 9:15, and Greg at 9:30. Amanda was sent home with a YouTube link and a FAQ. Lance dreaded it, but there was nothing he could do. He made good money and if he had to drop his underwear at work the next day, then he’d do it. It was worth the harassment to be able to provide for his family. He had sex with his wife that night, and he was even more energetic and gave his wife more orgasms than usual. Lance didn’t realize it, but he was extra worked up because, deep down, he was a little excited about showing his dick to another woman the next day at work. Evolutionarily, his body had made extra sperm for that occasion, and it just so happened that Lance’s wife received the load that his body had prepared anticipating a sexual encounter with another woman the next day. Of course, there probably wouldn’t be a sexual encounter, but evolution is a funny thing. Lance didn’t allow the dirty thoughts to penetrate his mind, but on some level, he knew it would be a turn on for a coworker to see his dick.
Amanda had a frozen pizza for dinner in her studio apartment. She just didn’t feel like cooking. She watched the YouTube video, but she had to roll her eyes because the YouTube video used a prosthetic penis. Somehow, the government figured a real penis was perfectly fine to mandate her to touch, but too obscene to show in the training video? The video was straightforward enough about what she was expected to do during the examination and what her notes about each man’s penis should say. California and Oregon were also mandating several pictures of each man’s penis, but Amanda was in Texas, so she skipped that section of the training.
After she was done with the video, she found the private Facebook group for people like her who were doing the exams at their companies. The group was well-moderated, so the posts on the group weren’t too obscene or offensive, but Amanda had certain questions that the government training video hadn’t explained. How would she handle an unclean penis, or a deformed penis, or…. an erection? To her frustration, these were all mentioned in passing, but none to the level of detail she would have preferred. She also couldn’t tell how many stories were real and how many were just masturbatory fantasies. One story was about the matron of a family business inspecting her adult sons and sons-in-law. That had to have been made up… right? Then Amanda remembered she had to show proof that she was really a Government Certified Penis Inspector to get access to the group. So… the person who posted that story probably did too. Some owner of a family business out there really must have inspected her own sons’ and sons-in-laws’ penises. That must have been awkward
Lance slept soundly with his well-satisfied wife snoozing away in his arms, perhaps newly impregnated with their 6th child. Although he was nervous about the next day, he needed his sleep, so there was no use fretting over it. Amanda stayed awake late into the early hours of the morning. She read her laptop in her bed, obsessively taking in every detail she could on the private Facebook group, desperately looking for more information.
Amanda dressed professionally the next morning and set herself up in the Human Resources office. At 8:55 AM her heart began to beat rapidly. In a few minutes, Lance would have to disrobe in front of her and she’d have his dick in her hands. This man she’d been working with for three years, at her very first job after college, a man 10 years her senior with a wife and kids, was about to be naked in the office in front of her. All of their coworkers would know she’d seen his penis. At every company party, and every business meeting, and every Zoom call, she would lock eyes with Lance and they’d both know she could picture his penis.
Lance wore an expensive tailored suit to work as he always did. What he was being forced to do was robbing him of his dignity, but he was determined to get through it like a man. He didn’t know which of his coworkers would be doing the exam. He hoped it would not be Amanda or Jasmine since they were both single, attractive girls in their 20s. It just wouldn’t be right for a married man in his 30s who had a family to show one of them his dick. And he was professional, faithful to his wife, and a moral man opposed to adultery… but he worried about getting an erection in front of one of them.
At 8:55 AM the elevator doors swung open and Lance marched toward Human Resources.
Lance checked in at the Receptionist’s desk. She maintained professionalism, but he thought he saw her give just the slightest knowing smirk as she directed him to the bathroom next to the Human Resources office, which had both a door to the outside and a door to the Human Resources office. Inside the bathroom, there were written instructions for him. The first instruction was to lock the door behind him. This would ensure that nobody would interrupt them and he and his assigned inspector would have total privacy. The next instruction said to leave any electronics, computers, tablets, recording equipment, watches, and phones in this room (the instruction explained that his inspector had been required to do the same.) The third instruction told him to strip down to his underwear, and to place his clothing on the hooks and hangers so nothing would get wrinkled.
Amanda could hear Lance moving around in the adjoining bathroom, and she was excited, scared, and nervous about what was about to happen. It really hit her that this was actually happening. She could distinctly hear when the zipper to his pants slid down. To her shame, she involuntarily got wet as soon as she heard this. “Stay professional,” she scolded herself.
Lance was down to his underwear and there was only one instruction left. “Knock on the door to the Human Resources Office when you’ve completed the three previous steps.” Oh wow. This was it. Moment of truth. He knocked.
Amanda salivated when she heard the knock. The power rush she got in that instant was like nothing she’d ever felt before. She knew she could confidently take control of this situation.
Amanda opened the door and was greeted with the sight of tall, handsome, muscular Lance wearing nothing but a pair of boxer shorts. He couldn’t help but blush, but Amanda was determined to remain businesslike, cold, and professional.
“Good morning, Lance. I’m going to be conducting your penis inspection this morning. This is a requirement of all workplaces due to new recommendations of the Rape Prevention Taskforce. I’ll be examining your penis and scrotum and submitting a description of them to Taskforce. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” he mumbled.
“Great. All electronic devices have been removed from this office. I do not have any electronic or recording equipment. Before we begin, do you have any questions?” she asked plainly.
“No,” he stated.
“Great,” she said. “Please stand on the red dot.” She gestured him over to the middle of the room where there was a circle of red construction paper hastily taped to the floor. It almost made him feel even more naked that he was going to be far away from the walls and corners. He walked over to the red dot, and she followed him, taking a seat in a chair in front of him. She was about arm’s length away from his body. He stood and she sat, so she was about eye level with his bellybutton. She took out a pair of latex gloves and quickly put them on her hands.
This was already intense and there was an elephant in the room. Lance felt very wrong being this naked in front of a woman who wasn’t his wife. Amanda felt so aroused to see so much of Lance’s body that she knew she shouldn’t be seeing. He was a coworker, not a sexual partner. She’d already gotten an eyeful… and she was about to see even more.
Getting straight down to business, she said, “Please lower your undergarments.”
Lance hesitated for just one second. Maybe he’d quit his job. Maybe he’d start his own company, so he wouldn’t have to take this harassment. This was so humiliating and dehumanizing. But if he walked out, he’d leave his kids without health insurance. There was no choice. In a quick motion, he lowered his underwear.
Amanda paused. She wasn’t expecting it. Lance was uncircumcised and had a very large flaccid penis. She’d only had sex with 3 different guys, but none of them were even close to being as hung as Lance was. She knew it would be unprofessional to have a visible reaction, so she went on with the examination. With her left hand, she gently lifted his penis out of the way. With her right hand, she began to roll around Lance’s left testicle.
Lance wondered why Amanda left her left hand on his penis instead of asking him to use his own hand to keep his penis in that position. In fact, Lance was right, that was what Amanda was supposed to do. But she was so flustered that she forgot that step, and kept Lance’s penis in her grip about 20 seconds longer than necessary. It felt so substantial to the touch. This wasn’t like the dicks Amanda had touched before. This was a daddy dick. Having it in her hand felt so wrong… and so right.
“So far, so good,” Lance thought. He wasn’t aroused at all. Even though she was pretty… He stopped that thought in its tracks, and closed his eyes, wanting to remain focused on the task at hand.
After twenty seconds, Amanda set Lance’s penis down. Now she took hold of it with her right hand and moved it up out of the way so she could feel his right testicle with her left hand. This time, she didn’t forget, and asked him to hold his own penis in place. When he did, she released it from her own hand.
When she had sufficiently inspected the size, shape, and unique characteristics of Lance’s testes, Amanda released them and opened up her notebook. She wrote for about a solid minute. She would periodically look up and focus on something or another in his pubic region or genitals and then return back to her notes. “The government must be asking for really specific notes,” he thought dumbly, still completely exposed in front of this young lady.
Eventually, she put her notebook aside and focused back on Lance’s penis. She held it by the tip of her thumb and forefinger and bent it upward so she could get a good look underneath. With her other hand, she then palpated the underside of his shaft from the base to the tip, and then did the same with the top of his shaft. In spite of the provocation of this intense attention from an attractive, fertile woman, Lance remained focused.
Amanda was actually impressed by how much of a gentleman Lance was being. This was going well, and they were both doing a terrific job remaining professional in what could be an awkward situation.
Amanda let go of his penis and returned to taking notes. She took a little longer this time. The embarrassment and emasculation of this was now getting to Lance, and he actually felt his penis shrink a bit into the “scared turtle.” He didn’t know what was worse, an erection or a scared turtle. The elephant in the room was that Lance was a man and Amanda was a woman. The natural reaction would be for him to be turned on by her touch. The evolutionary response would be for him to get an erection from her attention and touch. He knew on some level that his body’s natural desire was to penetrate and impregnate her and his body might try to achieve that result whether he wanted it or not.
Lance had let himself get a little carried away, and he felt his penis relax as he thought about this, as if in preparation to harden. It wasn’t showing any signs of rigidity yet, but the veins bulged a little more and it suddenly got a little longer. Lance tried to focus and shift his thoughts elsewhere as Amanda took her notes. He would be fine if he could get back to normal flaccidity and out of the more relaxed state before she touched him again. He inhaled and exhaled slowly to calm himself down.
Amanda turned back to Lance and placed her hands on the head of the penis to roll back the foreskin — but the foreskin wouldn’t roll back. She determined that it was not phimosis, and that the foreskin was not too tight to roll back, but because of the size and girth of Lance’s penis, she needed to get a better grip on the foreskin in order to roll it back. So she lightly gripped the base of the shaft with her right hand and rolled back the foreskin with her left hand until the head of Lance’s penis was exposed. The foreskin made an audible sticky click noise that they both heard as she pulled it back over the head and it became unstuck from the head.
There was something more intimate and sexual about seeing the pink, naked head of Lance’s penis. Amanda had been trying her hardest to keep her thoughts professional, but seeing Lance’s penis head caused her mind to wander. This was where five babies had come from. She was in awe of the power she possessed in this moment. She could take him in her mouth. She could touch him in a way where he’d have no choice but to get hard. She could do whatever she wanted to arouse him and he would be her slave, with no control of the situation, forced to fuck her and impregnate her if that’s what she wanted. She had all the power over this masculine, attractive, successful man.
Amanda privately scolded herself for allowing her mind to wander. She let go of Lance’s penis and took some notes documenting the visual appearance of the head of the penis and the fact that the foreskin had been difficult, but manageable, to pull back. For his part, Lance continued to do what he could to remain focused and in control of the situation. They had to be almost finished. He just needed to get through a little more and then he’d go back to work. Amanda cleared her throat. This had the unfortunate effect of making Lance, who had been looking straight ahead the entire time, glance down at her and observe her looking at his dick with its now-exposed pink cock head while she jotted down notes. They briefly made eye contact, and that half-second where they did was pure hell for Lance and pure heaven for Amanda. Lance thought he perceived some kind of a look in her eye… Attraction? Enjoyment? … Arousal?
He thought of the power he possessed in this moment. Here he was, a big strong man, a provider, a fertile guy with millions of motile sperm. Amanda was a mere vessel, a receptacle, something to be dominated by a man. Lance knew on some level that he was more well-endowed than the average man. He allowed himself to consider the possibility that she was in awe of his manhood and enjoying the opportunity to see and touch him, and that she’d give anything to have him dominate and ravage her. He wondered if she would think of him the next time she had a sexual encounter, and if she would compare all penises she saw in the future to his. Lance cursed himself for letting his mind wander, as now all of his focus over the past minute was quickly undone. His penis returned to the still-flaccid but relaxed state it was in a moment ago, and, unfortunately, it was just as Amanda was finishing her latest round of notes and preparing to touch him again.
She grabbed hold of his penis again, this time with both hands. She loosely held the base of his shaft in her left hand, his penis lying between her thumb on top and palm underneath facing upward. With her right hand, she held the head, her thumb on the top of the head and her index and middle finger beneath. Lance didn’t know what she was about to do, but he knew he was in trouble. He felt that familiar tingle in his loins. He knew particularly that if she even slightly moved her right index and middle finger to touch his frenulum, the extremely sensitive skin connecting the foreskin to his dick head, he would be completely screwed. “Please don’t let me get hard in her hands,” he begged inside his mind.
Luckily, she didn’t move her right hand. With her left thumb, she slid the foreskin back even further so that it was tighter and she could more accurately see what the shaft underneath the foreskin looked like. Lance’s penis was still relaxed, but he was able to withstand this tactic and keep himself in the fight.
And then it happened.
She pushed down with her left thumb, so as to squeeze his shaft. Totally unfair! Lance was a virile red-blooded male, but he’d managed to get this far into the exam with this pretty twentysomething lady handling his junk without becoming aroused. But that was not a fair tactic! He wondered if she had done that on purpose to get him hard. He had no hope of withstanding that and remaining flaccid. His dick, still in her hands, throbbed. He hoped she didn’t notice that.
Luckily, she let go of him before the situation could get any worse and returned to her notes. Lance was grateful for the reprieve. If 1 was “scared turtle”, 2 was totally flaccid, and 10 was hard as a diamond, he was about a 3.5. It wasn’t ideal, but he wasn’t yet past the point of no return. Her removing her hands allowed him to fight off the next throb that would probably push him to a 5. He looked down. His dick looked a little fluffed up, the veins were bulging a little more, and it was slightly longer, but it didn’t yet have any stiffness, and it wasn’t yet pointing out. Lance closed his eyes and returned to his relaxed breathing. He wanted to keep perspective and not let himself get carried away in the moment.
He didn’t get much of a reprieve, as she only took notes for about 10 seconds before she picked up his penis again. She resumed the same two-handed grip as before, again pushing the foreskin back. Luckily, this time she didn’t add the squeeze thing that she did before. Instead, she slightly rotated his penis so she could inspect the underside of the shaft with the foreskin pulled back, meaning the top of the shaft snuggled tightly in her palm for about a second. He throbbed again, this time against the palm of her hand. There’s no way she didn’t feel that one, Lance knew. After all he’d done to fight off an erection, there was no longer a way he could win this game. But he was determined not to give up. He could at least prevent the situation from becoming worse.
Amanda charitably let go of Lance’s dick and returned to her notes, and he looked down to assess the damage. He was at about a 5. The head of his penis was now bigger, too big for the retracted foreskin to stretch back over it. The veins on the shaft were bulging, and he was now noticeably slightly stiff to the touch, but his penis remained bendable and wasn’t yet sticking out obscenely at an angle. If he could avoid getting any harder than that, he could still consider this a victory.
“Almost finished,” Amanda said reassuringly, as Lance practiced his breathing and tried to picture a flower in a faraway field in his mind.
“Phew,” Lance said, speaking for the first time, but not daring to look down at her. He stared straight ahead, as seeing her face and whatever expression she had would take him immediately to a tumescence level of 10. He imagined it was probably either an expression of pity, naughtiness, or kindness… whatever it was, he didn’t want to know.
“You think we could take a break?” Lance asked, now down to about a 4 but knowing he needed to get to a 2 if he wanted to make it to the end of this thing. He was just trying to buy time, an extra minute even would be crucial. “I’m sure you can understand that this is kinda stressful,” he said, trying to sound authoritative and at the same time hoping to tap into her sympathy.
“We really can’t,” she said apologetically. “We promised the government we’d have this info to them by 10 AM. I have two more appointments right after you, and while I’m doing those, Eve’s secretary is going to type up my notes on you.” Oh, great… the whole office was going to know every detail about his body by lunchtime.
“Tell you what,” she said. “Why don’t you take about 15 seconds to stretch and work out your,” she paused, not to shame him, but because she forgot the word she was going to use as she was speaking. “Jitters,” she finally added after a few seconds.
It was helpful advice. Lance stretched his neck and arms a little and it managed to direct the blood away from his dick and to other parts of his body. He was back down to flaccid. He let out a relieved breath, feeling hopeful that he’d make it to the end.
Amanda didn’t linger too long and kept her touches pretty light for the next part of the exam. Lance didn’t know if this was intentional on her part to keep him from getting hard, but he was extremely appreciative. It was relatively painless as she took out a tape measure to measure his length. He felt relaxed, but it didn’t feel like he was going to get hard. Luckily, she didn’t say his measurements out loud, as hearing his length in her voice had the definite potential to get him hard.
For the last part of the exam, Amanda made a diamond shape with her fingers, with both of her index fingers on Lance’s shaft, and her thumbs pulling apart his glans so she could see inside his dick hole. She had his penis tilted toward her so she was looking straight down the dick hole. Finally, she let go. She pulled his foreskin back down so it was again covering the head of his penis.
“That’s it, Lance! Thank you so much for being so cooperative! You can go ahead and put your undergarments back on and get dressed in the bathroom.” Lance wanted to quickly get dressed, but Amanda extended her hand out to his. He shook it, and she beamed at him when he made eye contact. Lance felt the shame really wash over him for the first time. He’d managed to avoid getting totally hard in front of her, but he’d still been completely humiliated, dehumanized, and emasculated. He let go of her hand, grabbed his underwear, and walked silently into the restroom. He locked the door behind him so Amanda’s eyes would torment him no more.
He needed to get dressed quickly and get out of there because Bill’s appointment was at 9:15 and it was already 9:12. He felt a lump in his throat and tears welling in his eyes. It would be humiliating to walk out of there and have the whole office see him cry. Somehow he managed to swallow his feelings and get out of there with about an ounce of dignity left.
It was difficult for him to focus on his work that day. He kept on remembering the trauma he’d endured that morning. Luckily, he was able to lock himself in his office and he didn’t have to worry about running into Amanda. It was going to be unbearable seeing her in the office everyday from now on.
Eve knocked on his door at 2:30 PM. She knew it was unusual for Lance to stay locked up in his office all day and she wanted to make sure he was OK. He lied and said he was OK and that he just had some tight deadlines.
The next day, he knew he needed to just go back and pretend like nothing happened. So that’s what he did. The only thing more humiliating than that would be to continue locking himself in his office and thus ensuring that everyone in the office was gossiping about him. At least this way, they were only probably gossiping about him.
Lunch hour was the worst. Every time Amanda whispered or giggled (or breathed), he was hypersensitive to it and looked over at her. He knew logically that she probably wasn’t talking about him, but there was always the chance. Both Amanda and Eve’s secretary Janice knew Lance’s dick measurements now. Lance didn’t know whether Amanda had noticed or included in her report that he’d gotten a semi at one point, but figured she probably had.
Amanda felt really bad for Lance. She could tell he was bothered by the situation, but she wasn’t the right person to comfort him. Anything she said would only further rob him of his dignity. So instead, she acted like she didn’t notice how hyperaware he was of her. But she also got a thrill of whispering in front of him, knowing the effect that was having on him, as he had no way to know whether or not she was gossiping about his penis to the other ladies in the office.
It was a relief to both of them when Friday came. Lance decided that after the weekend he was just going to go ahead and act like the whole situation never happened. He knew Amanda had seen his dick and she knew that she had seen his dick, but he had to be a man about it and go on like nothing was different between them.
Amanda was horny. She needed to get fucked, badly, and called up her ex-boyfriend to stay the weekend at her place. Her ex had no idea what had gotten into her, but she was absolutely insatiable. In her mind, she pretended it was Lance fucking her instead with his monster dick. She regretted that she hadn’t had the chance to see it get hard.
She was sore Monday morning. “Hold the elevator!” she yelled, knowing she couldn’t afford to be late that morning.
She managed to get in the elevator, and found Lance there. A knowing silence crept up between them as the elevator doors shut, leaving them in there alone together.
They managed to make small talk about their weekends, awkwardly laughing and smiling and even making eye contact, but both of them couldn’t get the image of Amanda’s hands wrapped around Lance’s dick out of their minds. And they both knew that they were thinking of it. But they managed to make the most of it, and they established an unspoken understanding between them that it never happened.
But how long could that understanding last?
About two months passed, and things were mostly back to normal. Amanda still thought about Lance’s dick a lot, and Lance thought about the time Amanda touched his dick a lot, but they were civil with each other in the office and they could mostly go on with their dignity as if it hadn’t happened.
Lance had indeed impregnated his wife Emily again with the load of sperm his body had prepared for Amanda. It was an extra fertile load because his body knew it might only have one shot with Amanda (unfortunately, it didn’t get any shot with her at all.) When Amanda found out, she did the math in her head back to the conception date. She knew she’d been horny after touching Lance, and spent the next few weekends fucking different guys and pretending they were Lance. Apparently, he’d gone home after she touched him and fucked his wife’s brains out. Amanda wondered if Lance had fucked his wife pretending that she was Amanda. It seemed likely to her that he had.
It occurred to Amanda that it had been awfully generous of her to let Lance off the hook without getting him fully hard. She could have gotten him hard on purpose. It’s not like he ever would have been able to prove she did it on purpose. She had respected his dignity and avoided putting him through that trauma. But his penis was such a fantastic sight to be seen and now she would regret to her dying day the fact that she did not get to see it hard, when it would have been so easy to get him hard.
She knew that for the first week after the exam, Lance had been a little tense around her. He seemed to always be wondering if she was talking about his dick to the other girls in the office. In fact, she hadn’t talked about his dick to any of the other girls in the office. That was a line that she just wouldn’t cross, and she didn’t regret the fact that she didn’t cross it. But Eve’s secretary Janice, who had typed up Amanda’s notes, did not give Lance the same courtesy.
At first Janice didn’t say anything to anybody, as she had been required by the company (not the government) to sign a form saying she wouldn’t. But she started openly lusting after Lance, making her crush known to the entire office (including Lance.) Janice was 40, overweight, and unattractive. Even if Lance hadn’t been married, he wouldn’t be interested. But what made it uncomfortable was that Janice’s sudden intense attraction to Lance made it clear to everyone that Janice had learned some interesting and intriguing facts about Lance from the penis inspection report she typed up.
The penis inspection reports were available via FOIA request, and all 4 of the other women in the office (including Eve, the owner of the business and Lance’s direct supervisor!) besides Janice and Amanda requested a copy of Lance’s report, as did the two gay men of the office. But there was a waiting period of up to 60 days to receive the copy, so the description of Lance’s penis remained a secret (for now) to all of the employees except for Amanda and Janice.
Eve eventually confronted Janice and told her to knock it off. If she continued, she could expose both herself and the company to sexual harassment allegations from Lance, and she did not need that kind of headache. She told Janice she wouldn’t get another warning and if it happened again, Janice would be fired.
Eve was surprised when Janice left the room that she had an email from the Government Rape Prevention Taskforce (GRPT). Her heart skipped a beat. It was going to be embarrassing if they were calling her out for requesting a copy of her own employee’s penis inspection file. It wasn’t illegal, but it would be a humiliating conversation to have with an actual human being. Before she could open the email, she looked up and saw Amanda knocking on her door.
“Come on in,” Eve said. Amanda was one of her favorite employees. She was young and inexperienced at 25, but she definitely going places in the industry.
Amanda closed the door behind her. “Did you receive the email from GRPT?”
Eve’s heart suddenly beat faster. It would be so humiliating if some bureaucrat had called her out for requesting Lance’s penis inspection report and copied Amanda on the email. She didn’t want Amanda to know. She felt she’d lose Amanda’s respect if Amanda knew.
“I haven’t had a chance to check my email yet. What are they saying?” Eve asked, trying not to sound too guilty.
“Lance’s file was flagged by their Quality Control Department,” Amanda said. Trying not to sound too eager, Amanda then added, as plainly as she could, “They want me to redo the inspection.”
“What?” Eve said, trying not to sound too relieved that the email wasn’t what she thought it was.
“They want to send over an auditor tomorrow and have the auditor supervise me as I perform another inspection on Lance,” Amanda said.
“But why?” asked Eve.
“They didn’t say why, but I did some research on my Facebook group, and this happened to a couple other companies. Apparently, the file can either be automatically flagged for information that is abnormal or suspect, or it can be flagged if a section of the inspection is skipped.”
“But what information would be abnormal or suspect?” Eve asked in a dumb blonde moment. No woman said it out loud, but they both knew in that moment. Penis size. Eve got wet. She knew Lance was hung, damn it. That lucky bitch Amanda.
The awkward silence persisted for a moment before Eve spoke again.
“Well, how do we break the news to Lance?” Eve asked.
“The law is clear, Eve. He either needs to consent to a second inspection, or be terminated from his job,” Amanda said, trying to convey sympathy for Lance. She was being a little fake. She had a little sympathy for him, but mostly she was just excited for the chance to play with his dick again… and hopefully see him get hard this time.
Eve thanked Amanda for the information and allowed her to leave early for the day. She had Janice call Lance into her office, and Lance could tell when he walked in the room that the news wasn’t good. He wondered if he was getting fired. He shut the door behind him and took a seat across from Eve, prepared for the worst.
“Lance,” Eve said, looking him in the eye, trying not to glance at his crotch to see if she could make anything out from his bulge. She paused. There was no easy way to say this.
“Lance, the government informed us that you’re going to need to submit to another mandatory penis inspection,” Eve said, believing it was best to deliver bad news directly and not beat around the bush.
Lance had tried so hard the past few months to maintain his dignity and not let anyone see how much this affected him. But he couldn’t control himself. His eyes immediately teared up. He’d made it through the first one without getting hard. There was no way he’d make it through another one. Knowing how much of a violation it had been the first time made it even worse to anticipate going through it another time.
“No, Eve, I won’t do it,” he said angrily. “I did what I was supposed to do and I didn’t complain and I won’t do it again.”
“Lance,” Eve said, now getting emotional herself. She really did care about him. “I need you to sign a paper saying you will. Or I have to fire you. My hands are tied on this one. Please. You’ve got five little mouths to feed at home and another one on the way.”
Lance saw red. She was manipulating him by bringing his family into it. This was so wrong. He wanted to scream and curse and throw something. But he looked Eve in the eye and knew this wasn’t her fault.
“But, Eve, does it have to be Amanda again? This might be easier for me if one of the older women did it, or heck, one of the other guys in the office.” Lance didn’t like the thought of letting a gay guy play with his bits, but at least then there was minimal chance of erection and a lot less embarrassment and sexual tension showing his dick to someone who also had a dick.
This intrigued Eve. She’d had a passing thought here and there wondering if Lance had gotten hard in front of Amanda. With this tidbit, now it seemed pretty likely that he had.
“I’m sorry, Lance, but no. We have to do this tomorrow and there’s no time for the government to certify someone by then. It’s going to be Amanda and she’s going to be supervised by whoever the government sends over. Now I need you to sign this consent form so I can get it over to the government.”
Lance resigned himself to his fate.
Lance angrily signed the form and walked out of Eve’s office. He couldn’t believe this was happening. Amanda was going to have her hands all over his dick and balls. Again. And there was nothing he could do about it. He’d barely escaped getting hard the first time by the skin of his teeth. Not getting hard the second time would be a damn miracle.
In fact, he realized he already had a semi just thinking about it. He was screwed, and he knew it.
Neither Lance nor Amanda got that much sleep the night after they were informed that Lance had to have a second penis inspection. For Lance, this was an absolute nightmare. The first time was degrading. Now it was just unbearable. He took solace in the fact that Amanda had been very professional the first time and hadn’t done anything too overtly sexual to get him hard. She seemed to play it by the book and have sympathy for his point of view. He had confidence that she would do all she could to keep boundaries in place and allow him to keep his dignity. He prayed that she had learned a little bit about what touches had gotten him close to getting hard the last time, and she’d avoid those this time. Around 3 in the morning, he finally fell asleep out of exhaustion.
For Amanda, this was a dream that seemed too good to be true. She was going to see Lance’s dick again, and this time she was determined to get him hard whether he liked it or not. She thought about maybe doing something overtly sexual, like a sexy look or a sexy moan. But then she thought she could probably get him hard just by adding a few extra flourishes to the exam here and there. That way it wouldn’t be as awkward afterward because he wouldn’t be able to prove she got him hard on purpose. She was so turned on thinking about how his big hard dick would look pointing out at her, and how it would feel in her hands, and how it would feel between her legs… OK, so the last one probably wasn’t going to happen, but a girl could dream, right? Amanda fell asleep around 3 AM after masturbating for a few hours.
Lance woke up at 4:30 in the morning having to piss like a racehorse. He untangled himself from his wife without waking her up, and walked into the bathroom. When he looked down, he was shocked at what he saw: a big white sticky spot at the front of his boxers. For the first time since he was about 18 years old, Lance had had a wet dream. Lance didn’t understand why this happened. In reality, his body was purging itself of all of the older sperm in order to have a load of fresh young sperm ready to impregnate Amanda. Lance’s body had faculties that he wasn’t aware of. His mind didn’t want to impregnate Amanda, but his body knew it had missed one opportunity to do so and it didn’t want to miss another.
Evolution itself was working majorly against Lance, and he didn’t even know it. He feared he was screwed just by sheer probability working against him, in that the odds of getting through an attractive female manipulating your penis for several minutes without becoming erect had to be below 50%, and the odds of getting through it twice without becoming erect had to be below 25%. What Lance didn’t know was that his body’s intense biological imperative to impregnate a fertile young female it had once missed a chance to impregnate and likely wouldn’t have another chance to impregnate made those odds even lower, probably below 10%. What Lance also didn’t know was that Amanda wasn’t going to do anything this time to cooperate with his goal of not becoming erect, so his actual mathematical chances were less than 2% of managing to get through this without becoming fully tumescent.
Lance cleaned himself off, threw his sticky underwear in the hamper, put another pair of underpants on, and returned to bed, hopefully to get a few more hours of sleep before work. He was majorly stressed out.
Amanda didn’t know about Lance’s wet dream misadventure, or that he still (incorrectly) believed she was an ally in the room who would help him try to avoid getting an erection. She woke up in a terrific mood, not knowing why, and then quickly remembered what was going to occur that day. For Lance, the first time, not knowing what he was getting himself into, was bad, and the second time, knowing what was coming, was pure torture. For Amanda, the opposite was true. She was excited but nervous the first time. But now she felt absolutely nothing but pure adrenaline and ecstasy. It was like being high on some marvelous drug. She arrived at the office early and made sure she set everything up exactly according to the GRPT regulations. She was doing this in front of an auditor this time, and she had to make sure everything was done correctly so the company wouldn’t be fined.
When Lance and his wife Emily woke up in the morning, she asked him why the sheets were sticky. He didn’t realize that his boxer shorts hadn’t contained the entire ejaculation from his wet dream, and that some of it shot onto the sheets as well. He confessed to her that he had a wet dream. It had never happened before in their marriage, and Lance had no idea why it was happening now. Emily didn’t understand either, but her woman’s intuition told her to be suspicious. Lance told her about the first penis exam, but she didn’t know he was about to have another one. On a primal level, Emily knew that something was going on, and for the first time, she suspected that her husband might be having an affair with another woman.
On an evolutionary level, she was right to be suspicious. The wet dream was Lance’s body’s way of forcibly expelling the ejaculate it had prepared to be suitable for Emily so that it could prepare another ejaculate that would be suitable for Amanda. Emily was Lance’s regular sexual partner, so the ejaculate Emily received from Lance was heavy with defensive sperm, designed to kill the sperm of any other man who might ejaculate inside of Emily (of course, there was no other man ejaculating into Emily, but evolution prepared Lance’s defensive sperm just in case there were.) Lance’s body was anticipating having sex with Amanda, even though Lance himself was not. So defensive sperm would not be appropriate. His body needed to have offensive sperm ready that would invade Amanda’s womb and find her egg quickly before they could be killed by any other man’s sperm that may happen to be present. Last time, Lance and Emily had sex the night before his penis inspection with Amanda, so his body got rid of the ejaculate meant for Emily that way. This time, Lance had been too stressed out the previous night to have sex with Emily. So his body had triggered a wet dream as an emergency release valve to purge his body of the ejaculate it prepared for Emily, since that would not be the right ejaculate for Amanda. It didn’t matter that Lance didn’t want or plan to have penetrative sex with Amanda. His body wanted to give him the best fighting chance to impregnate Amanda if he did, so his body decided to ejaculate all his old sperm into his underwear and his bedsheets in the middle of the night as he slept.
Lance could sense that Emily was suspicious, but he didn’t have the time or energy to explain this to her or fight with her.
“Darling,” he said. “I’m going to have an extremely stressful day at work today. I assume my body’s just reacting to that. I’m sorry. It’s embarrassing. I’m a grown man, not a teenager. But I can’t help it. It just happened.”
Emily mostly bought this explanation. “OK. But if it happens again, I want you to see a doctor.”
“I promise,” he said. He kissed his wife goodbye and left to go to the office. As he was driving, he felt as if the executioner should call out, “Dead man walking.” He had a bad, bad feeling about this. His body went rogue with a wet dream for the first time in 17 years, like he was some kind of horny teenager with no self-control. What if it went rogue again today during the exam? He prayed the entire car ride to work, and bargained with God. He’d been embarrassed by getting a semi the first time. Now he was practically begging to only get a semi.
Lance didn’t know it, but he did catch one lucky break. The government auditor was an older, humorless, sexless, librarian-type lady named Tina, and she was clearly a by-the-books person. Amanda realized her plan to add subtle flourishes and embellishments in an effort to get Lance hard wouldn’t work in front of Tina. She cursed herself for not doing it the first time when she could’ve gotten away with it. She’d have to stick completely to the script.
However, with one step forward came two steps back. Lance also caught a majorly unlucky break. Tina stated that she would take the notes during the session and Amanda was to proceed with the exam without pausing unless Tina instructed her to pause. So, if Lance started to get hard, that was it. Game over. It wouldn’t be like last time where he’d started to feel some tingles and throbs but been saved by Amanda having to pause to take notes. One slight tingle leading to a small throb would inevitably lead to another bigger throb and the snowball effect would pick up steam until Lance was fully hard in Amanda’s hands.
It was 8:50 AM, and the two ladies made polite conversation while they waited for Lance to arrive at 9:00 AM. Amanda did ask why the file had been flagged, but Tina told her she wasn’t allowed to say but she’d put it in her final report which would be emailed to Amanda and Eve within 10 business days.
There were so many more questions Amanda wanted to ask Tina, but she knew she couldn’t ask them, and even if she could, Tina was not the type of person who would answer the things Amanda wanted to know. Amanda did get some information about how she could apply for a job with the GRPT. If she could have Tina’s job, that would be like a dream job.
Outside, Lance was in his car, feeling like he had no fight in him, like the battle was already lost. But at the last minute, he felt some kind of force inside him urging him forward. Maybe it wasn’t hopeless. Maybe he could make it through again without getting hard. Something just suddenly clicked, and suddenly Lance was confident again. “Yes,” he thought. “I know I can do this. I am in control. I am powerful. I’m a man. And I’m going to get through this.” He was down, but most definitely not out. The odds were against him, but he was suddenly 100% sure that he was going to make it through this without getting hard. And he walked into work at 8:55 AM with his head high, feeling full of dignity.
How long would it last?
Lance knew the drill as he entered the bathroom adjoining the Human Resources Office, but they left instructions for him anyway. They were the same instructions as last time: Lock the door behind you, leave your electronics behind, strip to your underwear. He began to see this all for the silly feminine game it all was. It was fun for women to find an excuse to look at their coworkers’ dicks and dress it up in legalese. All he had to do was play along. Maybe, he thought, if he looked at it that way and saw the surreal ridiculousness of the whole thing, it would be easier to laugh along with it and not take it so seriously, and thus avoid getting hard. Lance was positive now that he was going to make it through again.
He stripped down to his underwear and knocked on the door. Amanda opened the door to greet him. “Hello, Lance. This is Tina from the Government Rape Prevention Taskforce, here to supervise today’s penis inspection. I’ll be examining your penis and scrotum today. Tina will be taking notes and submitting a description of them to the Taskforce. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” Lance said. The other lady, Tina, exuded no warmth or sensuality whatsoever. He’d have no trouble keeping his dick “frightened turtle” the whole time if only she were the one doing the exam.
“Great. All electronic devices have been removed from this office. I do not have any electronic or recording equipment. Before we begin, do you have any questions?” Amanda asked cheerfully.
“Yes, I do,” Lance said. “I want to know why a second inspection was required.”
“The Government Rape Prevention Task Force needs to have accurate records in order to succeed in the goal of preventing rapes,” Tina said robotically. “Quality Control inspections ensure that our records are accurate.” Of course, the unspoken inference was that Lance was a potential rapist. It was all so patronizing and insulting. But there was no use trying to reason with the government.
“Anything else, Lance?” Amanda asked.
“No,” Lance said. She hadn’t answered his first question, but bureaucratic speak was all he was likely to get out of her.
“Tina, do you have anything to add before we begin?” Amanda asked.
“No, thank you,” Tina answered.
“Great,” she said. “Lance, please stand on the red dot.” Lance made his way over to the now-familiar red dot. This time, there were two chairs in front of the red dot: one for Amanda, and one for Tina. Both women took their seats.
“Lance, please lower your undergarments,” Amanda ordered. Lance didn’t hesitate this time, and immediately did so.
Tina made a gasp of surprise, making no attempt to stifle it. This almost made Lance laugh, and confirmed for him his prior thought of how this was just a game for women, and he might as well play along and have fun. Amanda put on a pair of latex gloves, and lifted Lance’s penis with her left hand.
When she touched Lance’s penis, his outlook and demeanor changed all of a sudden. Something in the depths of his subconscious told him that he was no longer in control, and that his penis wouldn’t be denied. He didn’t feel the tingling of arousal yet, but something about the way his body reacted to her touch told Lance that this time was a whole different ball game. Amanda let go of Lance’s penis when he took hold of it and kept it out of the way as she rolled his testicle around. Lance noticed the furious pace of the scratches Tina’s pen made on the notepad as she took notes. He wondered what she could even be writing since Amanda was the one feeling his testis, not Tina. Was she just writing visual observations? Or was Tina really there to grade Amanda, and Lance just the unfortunate sacrificial lamb?
Amanda finished feeling his left testis and again lifted his penis and handed it off to him so she could inspect the right testis. So far, no arousal, but Lance could feel a hunger deep inside him. He worried this could get out of hand quickly. Tina continued taking notes furiously as Amanda rolled Lance’s testicle around in her thumb and forefinger. When Amanda was finished with that, she again picked up Lance’s penis by the head with one hand and used the other hand to palpate the underside of Lance’s shaft. Her fingers were squeezing the very corpus that became engorged with blood during sex. Lance’s penis quickly reached the relaxed state where it was receptive to becoming erect.
Amanda then palpated the top of the shaft. Lance focused everything he had on trying desperately to stave off an erection. He thought he could hear his subconscious laughing and mocking him for trying to engage in such a futile exercise. But as he looked at Tina’s face, he was overcome with hatred for this mean, nasty, soulless government bureaucrat, and that gave him an extra fire to continue to resist what was increasingly seeming to be inevitable, since he could not will his penis out of the relaxed state as Amanda palpated the top of his shaft from base to tip.
It was time now for Amanda to roll back the foreskin, and she didn’t struggle with it this time. She remembered exactly how to do it, and expertly rolled it back. She remembered last time that when she squeezed the foreskin to pull it fully back to get a better look underneath, she thought she had felt Lance throb a little bit. So she did it again, stretching the foreskin to slide it all the way back and then pressing down on his shaft with her thumb, so that she had a firm grip on it. She couldn’t make it too obvious what she was doing in front of Tina, but she let this grip last just an extra second or two longer than last time.
That was enough. Lance felt his penis throb. Amanda felt it too. But she kept going, rolling his penis so it fit snugly against her palm.
“Why isn’t she stopping?” Lance wondered, knowing he was at a 5 out of 10 in terms of hardness right now, and that he needed her to stop touching him immediately in order to prevent himself from getting fully hard in her hands.
Amanda paused for just a moment, wanting the moment to linger. She briefly let go of Lance, offering him just one last moment of false hope before she moved in for the kill.
She only let go of him for about two seconds, but those two seconds seemed to last an eternity. “He’s getting hard,” she thought. She was so excited. She was about to have her handsome, sexy, older, married, religious coworker get sexually aroused in front of her, and she would be causing his arousal as she manipulated his manhood with her soft feminine hands.
Meanwhile, Lance took those two seconds to will himself flaccid with all of the strength he could muster. His arousal was something sacred and intrinsic to his manhood. It would be wrong as a married man to expose his erection and have it manhandled by a single young woman, and his coworker, no less! Lance focused with everything he had on trying to be disgusted by the situation so as to prevent an erection from becoming possible.
But it wasn’t to be. After only letting go of Lance for two seconds, his penis did not have a chance to go back down. She repeated the move of pulling his foreskin all the way back and pressing into the base with her thumb. Lance throbbed again, and when she again twisted his penis against her palm to inspect the shaft underneath with the index finger of her other hand, he throbbed again in quick succession.
Ashamed, Lance looked straight ahead, avoiding making eye contact with Amanda or Tina. This could not be happening. But it was happening, and so quickly that he was now helpless to stop it.
Amanda couldn’t believe how sturdy Lance’s hard dick felt in her hands, and with each throb of his penis against her palm, she felt a throb of lust inside of herself. She wished she could put it in her mouth.
Lance gave into the inevitable, and his penis quickly got harder, and harder, and harder, and pointed further and further up. Before he knew what was happening, he had one of the hardest erections he’d ever had in his life, with two clothed, professional businesswomen staring at it at eye level.
Amanda finally let go, and Lance’s penis, the long thick twig between his legs, jutted out obscenely, as if pointing at her. There was no denying how sexually charged this moment was. Amanda finally got to take in the whole view of it. It was amazing how much pink, sexy, exposed male flesh was now between the foreskin and the head of the penis, considering that the foreskin had completely covered the head and been difficult to retract previously.
Nobody said a word, but the silence that took over the room said enough for all three of them.
Little did Lance know, this was about to get much worse.
Amanda had some pretty attractive boyfriends in high school and college, but never had she been confronted with this kind of raw, intense display of pure masculinity. Lance’s hard, thick, long, veiny uncut dick was truly something to behold. She couldn’t believe how lucky she was that she got to see it up close and that she was not only allowed, but actually mandated by the government, to touch it!
As Amanda again started touching his dick, the humiliation left Lance and a new emotion took over. Lance didn’t know why, but some kind of base impulse began to control him, as if he were not an evolved human, but a feral caveman. Increasingly, Lance felt the urge to slam Amanda against the nearest wall and fuck the shit out of her and shoot his potent virile seed into her waiting fertile womb.
Lance didn’t know what came over him. He’d obviously been horny before, but this was different. It was almost like he had taken 5 viagra pills in a row. He began to get cocky, happy that he was able to show off his big hard dick in front of this pretty young woman with a killer bod and perfect tits…
“Stop it,” Lance told himself, realizing his breathing had become labored and that he was getting carried away with all this. He looked at Tina, who had been trying all along to portray a Resting Bitch Face, but who could no longer hide that she was fascinated and entranced by what was unfolding in front of her eyes. Even though she was an ugly old shrew, the fact that Tina was so obviously turned on by what was happening actually added to Lance’s arousal.
“You touch my hard dick, you bitch,” Lance thought. He didn’t understand why he was suddenly so into this. But there was no doubt. Even though he was hard as steel, Lance felt himself throb again in Amanda’s hands. “Holy crap,” Lance thought. “I might actually cum from this!”
Lance’s subconscious again laughed at him as he realized that an erection had been practically inevitable today, and the true fight would be to avoid cumming. Lance’s body had already unilaterally betrayed him only 12 hours before by having a wet dream for some reason. Amanda wasn’t doing any blatantly sexual touches, but nonetheless Lance was now keenly aware that there was a distinct possibility that this could get much, much worse for him.
Amanda looked up at Lance. She couldn’t believe how red his face was. She tried to give him a look of reassurance. But when he looked down and met her glance for a millisecond, she didn’t see the humiliation she’d expected. She saw the dangerous rage and lust of a wild stallion in his eyes. She felt herself getting even more wet.
Amanda took out the tape measure and measured Lance’s hard dick from base to tip.
“9 inches,” Amanda announced. She was supposed to say the length out loud, but hadn’t done so last time to spare Lance the embarrassment (though he clearly had nothing to be ashamed of.) Hearing her say it caused Lance to get even more aroused. He really did feel like his body was preparing to ejaculate.
“Flaccid or erect?” Tina asked.
“Erect,” Amanda stated.
Crap.
Amanda put the tape measure down.
“Oh,” Amanda said, as if to say “Eureka,” suddenly having a realization. Lance wondered what she could possibly be reacting to.
“I forgot to measure the girth last time,” Amanda said plainly. “That’s why you’re here, isn’t it?”
Tina maintained an unreadable expression. She wasn’t allowed to say what triggered the Quality Control exam. But Amanda was, indeed, correct. It was Amanda’s negligence at the previous exam that was now causing Lance’s misfortune to experience the nightmare of being subjected to a second government penis exam.