The park... in a meeting of 'The Patrarchy Punishers'

John coughs. It's already hard to breathe because of his panic and the sudden sprint, but one look around him sends his heart into the space where his brain should be. He spins his beet-red face first one way and then the other, taking in the loose crowd of women in which he has thrown himself to his knees.

"What the fuck?" One woman's voice breaks the silence which is immediately filled with a babble of commentary. "Ew, a man-thing." "Oh, my goddess, is that a man?" "Ugh, it's naked." "Aw, did one of Charly's pets get loose again? Does she know?" "Is that a man or not?" "Is he naked or is that...?"

A few of the angrier looking ones step forward and grab him, pulling him upright. He instinctively covers his caged cocklette, drawing horrified looks from some of the women. "What is this, some sort of prank? Or stunt? Trying to trick us into thinking you're naked so you can play the victim when we call you out for it?" The punky looking girl looks just this side of ready to start stomping on his cage.

"No, no," says John, "I was just..."

A brunette to his left wearing a V-cut dress that goes down to her pubes dismisses his words with a wave. "Oh, or were you thinking you could just come into our meeting and you could 'turn' one of us with your 'magical man dick?' Fucker, that tiny think couldn't turn on a lightswitch if you stood on a stool."

"Yeah, look at it," says a blonde in a skirt suit, "It barely fills the cage. I wouldn't even bother training something that minisicule. Being that tiny is a fireable offense in my book."

Another woman, looking very motherly in a sweater and jeans pipes up. "Hey, is this one of Charly's boy toys? I know she has a bit of a thing for punishing the little ones."

"I don't think so. I went to visit her last month and I don't think I've ever even seen one that was that small," says the blonde, "Maybe she'd want him, though. He's small enough, I think he needs to be punished."

John chokes, trying to come up with some way to defend himself but struggling to form any coherent thought in the face of so much humiliation.

"Fuck it," says the punky girl, "I'll punish him." She grabs his straining un-manhood in it's prison and immediately feels him spasm.

John's pathetic squirt fills her palm as his knees give way. The orgasm is long and quaking, so he is barely aware when she says "Ew, you mother fucker!" She grabs his face, smearing his jism into his mouth, nose and eyes, and is about to do more when two other women pull her away. "Let me go! I'm gonna fucking kill him!"

"And that's why we're not going to let you go. Com--oof, come on. Let's go get you cleaned up. I have some wet wipes and hand sanitizer in the minivan."

John breathes hard, the pleasure, terror, and exertions leaving his mind a cum-flavored void.

The blonde sighs. "Well, what *should* we do with him?"