My First Attempt at a Story
This story takes place in a dystopian world where a man must submit to any man whose cock is at least 2 inches larger. This law applies to any man age 16 and up, and it is in effect all the time, everywhere, unless otherwise posted.
Growing up I was rather lucky to have a 7.5 inch dick and to live in a small town. I am not particularly dominant or submissive, so I never tried to submit other men, except for a couple of my friends as a joke, and I am large enough to dismiss all the man in my town who tried to submit me. At age 20, I had never been forcefully submitted, until I took a trip to the big city.
As I was walking around and taking in the sites, I accidentally took a wrong turn and got a little lost, but I thought ‘what the heck’ and decided to explore. As I walked I passed a red and white sign that read “Entering 1 Inch Zone.” I was oblivious to the sign. A few blocks later a large man walk right up to me and stopped, blocking my path. He unzipped his leather pants and let his long, thick dick hang out, semi-erect. His cock was weighed down by a thick PA ring and he sported a medium ball-weight as well. “Nine inches” he said gruffly. I smiled politely. “Seven and a half” I said, trying to move around him, hoping he would let me pass without asking me to prove it. He put his large hand on my chest, halting my progress. “You’re in a 1 Inch Zone, kid.” My heart sank into my stomach, and my stomach sank to the ground. Sure enough, a little ahead I saw the little red and white sign. Shakily, a dropped to my knees and put my hands behind my head. I was both terrified and a little around. “Unzip” the man said, circling around to stand in front of me. I did, and my 7.5 inches stood at full attention, almost throbbing. He kicked it, hard, and I screamed as the thick rubber sole of his boot forced my rock-hard dick back into my body. I crouched lower to the ground, my eyes watering. He moved my dick aside with hs foot and started crushing my balls into the pavement. I screamed again, this time longer and harder as he put more and more of his weight onto his crushing foot. I knew he was not allowed to by law, but I wondered ‘if he really does pop my balls, who would do anything about it? This isn’t my town, I don’t know who he is, I could never report him.‘ He finally let up with a little laugh. He reached around to his back pocket and pulled out a small metal chastity belt. “Put it on, faggot” he said, tossing it down into my crotch. I winced as it struck my cock and balls. I’d seen them on some of my smaller friends, but I had never tried one on. I unlocked it, and the hinged base ring swung open. It was gonna be a tight fit. I wrapped the base ring around my still erect package, and i was struggling to get the cage portion on when the man got impatient. He bent down and forced the cage to meet the base ring, locked it, and threw the keys down a nearby sewer grate. Then he grabbed me by the collar and forced me onto all fours, making me present my ass high in the sky while my face scraped against the pavement. He walked behind me. I was sure he was going to fuck me, raw, and I thought I’d be lucky to get so much as some spit for lube. I was wrong. I heard his belt slip from around his waist and a split second later I felt it cracking against my balls. The pain was blinding, and made so much worse by the fact that my balls were stretch out tight by the cage. I couldn’t even scream this time as my lungs froze in shock and I didn’t know whether i was going to pass out or vomit first. I gasped and regathered myself, but the second strike was already on its way. This time I did scream- howled really, and for the first time I begged him to stop. I don’t know how many lashes came before he was satisfied. Finally he did stop, and I heard his belt slide back around his waist. I dropped my ass to the ground and sobbed, my face blacked by the dirt soaked up by my spit, snot, and tears. “You can go” the man said, giving my balls a dismissive nudge away from him. “Thank you sir” I said choked up as I pulled my jeans back up. As I turned, I saw his cock was still out. It was just starting to go limp, but he was precumming heavily, and I saw his shiny pants were strewn with strings of precum. I buckled my belt, still on the ground, still in pain, and still feeling my semi push against the bars of the cage. Every pump of blood pulled my balls, and every pump was agony. The man had zipped up and was starting to walk away. “If I may ask sir,” I said, “which way is the fastest way out of the 1 Inch Zone?” He turned around, took two steps towards me, and slapped me clear across the face. I fell back down, seeing stars, but through them I could see he was point back the way I came. “That way” he said, and this time he walked away for good. I got back up, wiped my face with my hands and then wiped my hands on my jeans. I moved quickly back towards the regular 2 inch area, hoping nobody else would stop me. It was usual that men did not submit men who had just been submitted moments ago, but there was go law against doing so. I passed another sign, also red and white, which read “End of 1 Inch Zone.” I was relieved, but I knew i had to get the cage off me immediately. Aside from hurting like a motherfucker, if I was stopped again and asked to prove my size I would be unable to while locked…
I hope you enjoyed it,
LuxoryPlayThing
This is fantastic. How does one move here?










