Judgement [F-M] [femdom] [medical] [prostate play] [fingering] [full-body restraints] [orgasm denial]

I walked through the doors of the Male Health Clinic on my eighteenth birthday with a mixture of fear and anticipation. Today was the day every male knew he would be judged, measured, and given his place in society. A smiling female doctor led me to a waiting room, where she gave me my last few moments of privacy before the main event.

“Nervous?” She asked, walking into the room again. “It’s normal for boys to feel discomfort before the judging. Just know you’re in capable hands here at the clinic!” Her toothy grin did nothing to ease my nerves.

“I’m just worried I may not like the outcome…” At my words, her grin changed to a pitying frown.

“Aw poor boy. It’ll be okay no matter what happens in there. The Male Classification Act was put in place to protect you boys from trying to fit into a role you were never going to be able to fill. Our judges are fair and just. You’ll grow into whatever they decide you should become!” For just a second, I could swear her grin became a smirk. I had heard it all before, but minutes before the actual judging, I couldn’t help but shake.

“I guess I’ll pull through…”

The doctor led me by the hand out of the room and deeper into the clinic. I faced a room with a large door and scary-looking lock at the end of a hallway. As she led me inside and the door slammed shut, I began to take in my surroundings. In the middle of the coldly lit, surgical-looking room was a strange, angled medical bed. The bed looked padded and soft, but the clamps for each limb betrayed its purpose.

“Just take off your clothes and lay down right there!” The doctor’s enthusiasm didn’t dampen my fear as I slowly stripped in front of her close gaze. As I lowered myself into the bed, not-so subtly trying to keep my limbs out of the clamps, the doctor’s smile broke for a second.

“Oh no, this won’t do at all…” She reached into her coat and pressed a button. Suddenly, a strap sprung out and tightened itself around my torso. “There we go!” the doctor said, her ever-present grin stronger than ever. The rest of the clamps soon followed, and I was entirely, helplessly immobilized.

“There! You don’t have to worry anymore! You’re in our hands and there’s nothing left to be done about it.”

“Except, well, maybe I should introduce myself. I’m Kathy, and I’ll be your judge for today!” I was shocked. The entire time she just seemed like another Clinic doctor!

“You probably didn’t know doctors could be judges too huh? That would explain the look on your face. Well, after medical school, I couldn’t get rid of this deep sense of unfulfillment. Sure, I could keep carrying out the judges’ orders, but it seemed pointless if I couldn’t be deciding you boys’ futures myself. So, I became a judge! It was easier than you’d think…” Her demeanor changed suddenly, becoming serious and professional.

“But now, I’ll quit the explanation. I’ll take a look at you.” Kathy pressed some controls in her gown and the bed began to swivel, giving her a full view of my physique.

“As I thought when I saw you stripping, your muscle definition and height are lacking.” My heart began to beat faster as Kathy started to take measurements of my body.

“Height, five-five. Muscle density, below average. Body hair, well below average. Body-fat percentage, above average. Gynecomastia, present. Hips, wider than average.” As she listed out my features, my face began to show my misery. I was doomed. Noticing my expression, she paused…

“Y’know the most important measurement is yet to come.” She said with a wink. I knew what she meant, and it only deepened my frown. “Alright, let’s see what you’re working with.” Her focus changed suddenly to my genitals, as she pulled out a ruler and calipers.

“Flaccid length, one inch. Testicle width, half inch.” I could swear I saw her grinning. “Well, I’ve seen some growers in my time, but I’m guessing you know how this ends.” My sorrow changed to shock once more. Growers? But that would mean… Doctor Kathy began removing her coat.

“This is always my favorite part. When the doomed boys get to experience this for the last time…” My shock changed to dread at her words. Little was know about the fate of the boys who missed the standard as strongly as I clearly had. The sub-par ones faced permanent chastity, closely monitored and only allowed release by their significant other. I was far below most of them. Most boys like me… didn’t come back.

“Alright” Kathy said as she was down to her underwear. “I know you’re probably a bit scared right now, but we need to get a few last measurements…” Against my conscious will, my cock began growing and hardening. Kathy finished stripping, showing me her full frontal. Her breasts were larger than they seemed from the outside, and her pussy looked wet and shiny.

“There we go baby. You’re all mine. Get hard for mommy…” I was diamonds. I couldn’t help it. I was always submissive, and her dominant demeanor-change began to make my legs shake. She walked closer with ruler in hand and took the measurement…

“Two and a half inches. Wow! I rarely see ones these small!” Her glee did nothing to slow my panting, half fear and half arousal. “Well, sorry if I gave you some false hope, but the guidelines state to skip measuring ejaculation time and semen quantity and quality testing when erect size is under three inches. We’re instead to skip right to prostate sensitivity!”

I knew this was coming. The Clinic instructs all boys to refrain from eating the day before judging, and to make sure you’re clear before showing up. Even the hunks that broke that rule regretted getting on the Clinic’s bad side… Kathy reached in a cabinet and pulled out a box of surgical gloves, along with a large bottle of a clear liquid. She set them down beside the bed and stretched the gloves over her fingers.

“Alright, you’re going to want to relax now baby. At this point, resistance only makes things more difficult for you, and this could potentially be the beginning of something fun!” Despite the fear I should be feeling, my arousal only heightened at her words. Kathy pressed a few buttons and the clamps holding my legs rose up, putting my waiting ass on full display. She took the bottle of what seemed to be lube and pushed its long tip partway into my ass. Squeezing the bottle pushed the warm, slippery liquid deep inside of me as I stifled a moan. She rubbed what dripped out onto the outside of my hole, making me squirm some more.

“Now relax. We’ll start with a finger.” Her gloved, lubed finger paused its prodding for a split-second before expertly slipping inside me to begin working my prostate. This time, I couldn’t stay quiet.

“There we go baby! I told you you’d enjoy it!” Kathy worked like a pro, adding two more fingers as my hole loosened and loosened. The orgasmic waves made my hips buck against the tight restraints. My penis was harder than ever, but she was careful to avoid touching it entirely. She seemed to sense my sheer arousal from all the noise I was making.

“We don’t see this every day! Are you getting close to cumming baby?” I was. I couldn’t get enough of her fingers and she knew it, seeming to relish in her control over my moaning and pleasure.

Suddenly, Kathy stopped, fingers pulled out from my eager hole. “Well, that’s the end of your measurements. We can mark prostate sensitivity pretty firmly as high huh?” I didn’t care that I was doomed, I didn’t care what would happen later, I wanted, no, needed her to keep going.

“Please Kathy, please don’t stop now!” I managed to squeal through my arousal.

“Well your mood changed quickly… All doom-and-gloom about how you would be judged and now you’re a squealing, squirming MESS. Tell you what…” She stepped forwards quickly and rubbed her fingers on my hole. “If we stop right now, I’ll mark you down for permanent chastity against what the guidelines deem appropriate for a male of your caliber. You’ll go home today, back to your boring, male life, trying to fill a role your body clearly doesn’t align with… Or, we can keep going, and I’ll make you feel so good, but if you cum from your ass, your fate is sealed…” I didn’t care about the judgment, and after all this, maybe it’s what’s good for me anyway.

“Please Kathy, please make me cum!”

She looked at me with a mixture of lust and dominance, moving her fingers away from my ass towards the cabinet where she got the lube and gloves.

“Oh my sweet, submissive boy, you have no idea what you just signed up for…”

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