BEN IS MEASURED

In the sterile, bright inspection room, Ben stood nervously as a staff boi prepared to measure him. The staff boi, a slender figure with smooth, hairless skin and a soft demeanor, approached with a tape measure.

"Please stand still, sir," the staff boi requested politely.

Ben complied, his heart racing. The tape measure moved with precision, and the staff boi recorded the measurements. "Seven and a half inches," the staff boi announced. "You are classified as a true man on the island."

Ben blinked in surprise. "But I've always been submissive in my relationship," he protested. "Does that mean I won't be locked?"

The staff boi shook his head. "True men are not locked," he confirmed. Ben's shock was evident, and he hesitated before asking another question.

"Are you... locked?" Ben ventured.

The staff boi dropped to his knees, his posture deferential. "Yes, sir. I am a locked boi and I apologize for being clothed in front of a true man." He handed Ben a sleek swimsuit. "Please wear this, sir."

Ben took the swimsuit, still processing the situation. The staff boi then injected him with a Type-T ****. "This is to enhance your experience, sir," the staff boi explained. "It will boost your penis size and increase your cum production, allowing you to release multiple times a day."

Ben nodded, feeling a strange mix of emotions. He had been registered as a true man and was now free to survey the grounds of Chastity Boy Island. He felt an unfamiliar sense of authority as he walked through the resort, looking for his boyfriend, Mike, and the others.