MIKE MEASURED

Meanwhile, in one of the induction rooms, Mike was undergoing his own inspection. The staff-boy, efficient and polite, instructed him to remove his clothing and stand for the measurement. Mike complied, feeling a mix of confidence and curiosity. He had been one of the cockiest guys on the cruise, certain of his status as an unlocked man.

The staff-boy began the process, carefully measuring Mike's penis. As the tape measure reached its conclusion, Mike felt a twinge of uncertainty. The staff-boy's expression remained neutral as he noted the measurement.

"Less than 7 inches," the staff-boy announced, his tone professional yet final. "You'll be fitted with a chastity device."

Mike's heart sank. He had been so sure of himself, confident that he wouldn't be locked. The realization hit him hard, his cockiness dissolving into a mix of embarrassment and resignation. He watched as the staff-boy prepared the chastity device, a small but sturdy cage designed to contain his now-certified nub cock.

With practiced efficiency, the staff-boy secured the device around Mike's penis, ensuring it was snug and secure. The click of the lock felt like a final judgment, sealing his fate as one of the chastity boys on the island. Shorn of his beard and body hair, Mike felt a profound shift in his identity. The cockiness that had defined him seemed to melt away, replaced by a sense of vulnerability and acceptance.

The staff-boy stepped back, examining his work. "You're all set," he said, his tone reassuring. "The orientation for chastity boys will start shortly. Welcome to Chastity Boy Island."

Mike dressed slowly, the weight of the chastity device a constant reminder of his new status. As he left the induction room, he glanced around at the other guys who had undergone the same transformation. They were all part of the same journey now, their individual identities blending into the collective experience of being chastity boys.