(Fantasy world,) Dinky group.

I sit in the leather chair in the reception of the doctors room. My breath heaves in nervousness as I watch the other men walk across the corridor when there name is called. As I deeply inhale the scent of disinfectant warping across my nostrils, I think of how all men aged 21 and over have to go through a series of ‘ examinations,’ which then placed us in these groups referred to as ‘bulls, norms and dinkies.’

“Excuse me!” A tall blonde haired woman looks at me impatiently as her white lab coat fits in with the porcelain interior of the clinic. “Your name has been called out, sir. Kindly go into room 7 for proceedings.”

“Shit!” I mutter to myself feeling conflicted during the ordeal. My heart beats angrily as the nervousness pounds my very core. In truth I have no idea what may happen, but one thing is for certain, I am in the ‘dinky’ group.

The Dinky group is supposedly meant to be the bottom of the barrel, in terms of humiliation. Specifically catered for men with micropenises, it’s seen as a way for the bulls and the norms to have some sort of superiority over the dinkys. Even for women, it’s a special source of humour for them, almost like the court jester making the noble people laugh. The specifics of being a dinky is something even I am not sure of as they remain silent on what exactly happens to them, but I know full well I am going to know them soon enough.

I have to be honest and say I enjoy humiliation. I don’t know why but to have eyes on me, especially while naked is something exciting (In more ways than one,) I always attributed my tiny dick to something meant for greater. I am hopeful this is it.