MEASURING TIME

The line for the measuring station snaked through the waiting area, a mix of tension and anticipation palpable among the men. Some were chatting nervously, while others stood in quiet contemplation, pondering the experiences that awaited them.

Seb and Blake, standing a few paces behind Mike and Ben, were engaged in a heated debate. "I just don't get it," Seb said, frustration evident in his voice. "Using penis size to determine who gets locked and who doesn't? It's such a simplistic and arbitrary rule."

Blake nodded in agreement. "Exactly. Just because someone is below 7 inches doesn't mean they're naturally a bottom. And the reverse isn't true either. There are plenty of guys with big cocks who prefer to bottom."

Mike overheard their conversation and couldn't help but agree. The island's rules seemed rigid, even if the environment was meant to explore and push boundaries. He glanced at Ben, who appeared equally thoughtful, as they shuffled forward in line.

The line continued to move, and soon it was Mike's turn to enter one of the inspection rooms. The room was clinically bright, with a measuring station set up in the center. A staff-boy, dressed in the island's signature attire, greeted him with a polite smile.

"Please, take a seat," the staff-boy said, gesturing to a comfortable chair. Mike complied, feeling a mix of curiosity and apprehension. The staff-boy, who couldn't have been more than twenty-five, moved with practiced efficiency, preparing the measuring tools.

"How does this work?" Mike asked, trying to ease his nerves with conversation.

"It's quite simple," the staff-boy replied, his tone professional yet warm. "We'll measure your penis to determine if you'll be locked in chastity or remain unlocked. If you're under 7 inches, you'll be fitted with a chastity device."

Mike nodded, understanding the process. The staff-boy instructed him to stand and remove his clothing from the waist down. Mike complied, feeling a twinge of vulnerability as he exposed himself for the assessment.

The staff-boy took out a measuring tape and gently began the process. As he worked, Mike couldn't help but notice the chastity device the staff-boy wore, a small but sturdy cage that encapsulated his own penis.

"How long have you been locked?" Mike asked, curiosity getting the better of him.

"Five hundred days," the staff-boy replied without missing a beat. "It's been an interesting journey, to say the least. You learn a lot about yourself when you're in chastity for that long."

Meanwhile, in another inspection room, Scotty was undergoing his own measurement. Having visited the island twice before, he knew the routine all too well. He stripped down without hesitation, standing confidently as the staff-boy began the familiar process.

Despite his confidence, Scotty couldn't help but notice that his penis seemed slightly smaller than it had been during his previous visits. He wondered if the prolonged periods of chastity had taken a toll on his body.

The staff-boy finished measuring and confirmed what Scotty already knew. "You're certified as a chastity boy," he said, his tone matter-of-fact. Scotty nodded, accepting his fate with a mix of resignation and anticipation.

Once the measurement was complete, the staff-boy secured Scotty in a new chastity device, ensuring it was snug and secure. Scotty felt the familiar click of the lock and the weight of the cage settling around him. The sensation was both constricting and oddly comforting, a reminder of the unique experiences that awaited him on the island.

Before Scotty could leave the inspection room, the staff-boy produced a small vial and a syringe. "You'll be given a dose of Concupiscol, Type-L formula," he explained. "It's a new **** that will increase your arousal significantly. The effects will start in about five minutes."

Scotty watched as the staff-boy prepared the injection. He had heard whispers about the **** during his previous visits, but this was the first time he would experience its effects firsthand. The staff-boy administered the shot with practiced ease, and Scotty felt a brief sting as the needle pierced his skin.

"You're all set," the staff-boy said, disposing of the syringe. "The orientation for chastity boys will start shortly. By then, the **** should be in full effect."

Scotty thanked the staff-boy and left the inspection room, his mind buzzing with anticipation. As he made his way to the orientation area, he felt a warm flush spreading through his body, an early sign that the **** was beginning to take hold. His arousal was already starting to build, a tantalizing hint of what was to come.