You say your don’t know.

You timidly respond “I um, don’t know.” which is, of course, a lie. Like any red blooded, adult male you’ve succumbed to curiosity and measured your manhood. However it’s been a while and you don’t feel like contributing to your own degradation.

“That’s okay.” shrugs Nadia as she produces a clear, plastic ruler from her bag. “We were gonna need confirmation anyway.”

“Me me me!” shouts Sam, a blond woman you only met earlier today. She bounces as Nadia hands her the ruler.

You recoil as the piece of plastic draws nearer to your dick. You can’t believe a female coworker and a crowd of women you just met are about to learn the length of your penis.

Sam happily presses the ruler onto the top of your member, steadying the underside of your shaft with her other hand. Her touch is both pleasurable and shocking.

While Sam fumbles with the ruler, the crowd of women finally fall silent as they eagerly await to have this personal detail about your body announced for them to hear.

She turns the ruler around, looks down and then turns it around again. She seems to be both drawing out the suspense and also finding an excuse to keep touching you.

“Be sure to include the cockring!” a woman’s voice from behind you cries. “We don’t want to short change him.” Her emphasis on the word “short” earns a decent laugh from the audience.

“Okay, let’s see…” Sam seems to ponder. “I’m going to call this seven and a half inches!”

The women all cheer and woo at you. You’ve always known you were bigger than average but it’s strange to hear an official number put to it.

“Hold it!” calls Nadia as she moves in for a close up of your groin. She aims the camera so it has a birdseye view of the ruler on top of your erection.

“There. Recorded for posterity.” she adds before moving the camera to point at your face.

“Okay John, how does it feel to know every woman here just learned your penile length?”

“I don’t..” you mutter, too flabbergasted to speak. You feel exposed, scrutinized, and objectified. It’s almost more than your brain can process.

“C’mon, big boy! You should feel proud!” calls out one woman.

“Yeah, none of my ex-boyfriends were that big.” responds another.

“That’s right, John. You should feel proud. In fact, why don’t you look into the camera and say ‘My name is John Doe and my erect penis is seven and a half inches long.’”?

“What?” you can’t believe she’s wanting you to do this.

“Saaaaay it.” she orders in a patronizing, sing-song voice.

You give in. At this point you’re not sure you have any dignity left to save.

“My name is John Doe and my penis is…”

“Your ‘erect’ penis is.” Nadia corrects.

“My erect penis is…”

“No, start over. You have to say the whole thing at once.”

You gulp and take a breath.

“My name is John Doe and my erect penis is seven and a half inches.” you say in defeat.

From behind the camera you see Nadia raise an eyebrow.

“Er, long.” you quickly finish.

“Oh this is great.” says Nadia still pointing the camera at you. “Let me just make sure I’ve got plenty of footage of your face and erect penis both in the same frame. Oh yeah. Everyone is going to just love seeing this!”

“Everyone?! Wait! You said if I did what you say you wouldn’t publish it!” you manage to cry out indignantly.

“Right, and then you messed up by covering yourself even when I explicitly told you not to.”

“Oh come on!” you plead.

“Well maybe I won’t show it to ‘everyone.’ Just, you know,” Nadia playfully pauses “all of my friends, some close family members, and just a… few of our coworkers.”

Your heart sinks. Your mind starts to replay all the humiliating things she managed to record.

“No, Nadia, please!” you beg “Not all this! You just can’t. Please. I’ll… I’ll do anything!”

“Anything?” she repeats. “Well that is an inspiring offer. Let me think about it.”