2 comments/ 87499 views/ 8 favorites The Penis Inspectors Ch. 01 By: JollyWalter I knew that I had been ordered to report to my local county health clinic for my male body-type statistical metrics exam. It either simply slipped my mind, or perhaps more reasonably, I chose to ignore the date of my exam, for what had become known by then as the Penis Inspection. You see, every male from the age of 18 through 60, under what was called the Male Statistical and Bodily Analysis Act, had to be examined by either qualified medical professionals, or as became obvious later, by those trained by qualified medical professionals. It all started about 5 or 6 years ago, when a woman by the name of Katrina Van Zanter, MD, had released a book detailing her research and findings in the field of Male Body Metrics, or the science of measuring men's bodies. It seems that Van Zanter had determined, after extensive study on volunteers and the prisoners in the New York State penal system, that men's behaviors or even personalities could largely be predicted based on the dimensions of their body parts. We're talking chest width, overall height, hand measurements, feet measurements, throat, neck, waist, and then....yes... the male manhood. That's right. Katrina had decided that a great deal of guy's behavior seemed to be tied to the size of their private parts. And she was very specific. She used "manhood" as a term to indicate not the penis, but both the penis and testicles together. In fact, her book ('The Science of MSBA") used these terms so much that eventually Dr. Van Zanter found herself actually using terms like member, at first, and then going all the way with "cock." And balls. Boy, did she use balls. And that was only the first third of the book. I hadn't gotten through the tough science part. But as far as I knew, and all the news outlet's reported, the bigger the penis, the more at risk the male for "seriously immoral acts." Still, though her findings were collaborated, it raised quite a stir. That might not have lead to the new laws but for the recent rash of crimes, kidnappings, and two terrorist acts, as well as an actual rape in the White House. The rash of news coverage, and clamorings from female politicians, meant that soon we had the Male Statistical and Bodily Analysis Act. Bottom line: At least one woman would have to see me...gulp...completely and absolutely bare-assed naked. So probably, that's why I plum forgot about my inspection date. I didn't even bother to open up the follow up letter sent to me when I didn't come in. Then one day, I got a knock at my apartment door. "Whooooo issss itttt," I humorously asked, unaware of my soon-to-be torment. "It's the ladies from the local male metrics," came the reply. Gulp. "Ah, hold on a second." I had just come home from work, expecting to rest and then go out on the town. Now, I was probably about to be reprimanded for not showing up for my penis inspection. I opened the door to find two VERY young Asian girls. It took me a couple of seconds to remember them as my neighbors from down the hall. A couple of cute Korean girls. Sisters, I think. "Hi, Robert?" They knew my name! "Yes, that's me," I barely got that out of my now dry throat. "Hello. You know we're your neighbors from down the hall, but we're also helping out the Male Metrics Board." I replied: "Oh, yes, come in, please, both of you-have a seat." They both flashed some smiles at me and then sat down. They were both Korean girls that had moved into the building about a year prior. I was always opening doors for them, helping with their groceries, and sneaking looks. I even checked out their mom. Somehow, I hadn't thought they ever caught me doing this. But I wasn't worried. I figured they were merely employees of the board here to do a preliminary interview or give me a new date for reporting in for my inspection. They were awfully cute. These were not skinny girls. They had cute round faces, and even rounder butts. The tall one was a nice 15 pounds over weight and the short one a bit more, but mostly in the ass where I liked it. The tall one continued "I am Esther and this is Monica Lee. I guess you know we're sisters." After a pause she went on, "Well, as you know, we live in the neighborhood. The board hires assistants who are familiar with the area, so as to make sure that every male gets inspected." "You mean examined?" I said, expressing some male bravado. "NO, we mean inspected" came Monica's sharp reply. "We adhere strictly to Dr. Van Zanter's terminology and methods," was what she said. I knew the words had been put right into her mouth. She even slowed her speech a little around those big words. Clearly, she had been told how to reply to such questions. She had been well trained, and obviously some woman had warned her about potential smart alecks like me. "Yes, it's an inspection. That's why I'm here. Let's go over some details first and then we'll go from there," interjected Esther. I was really surprised. What did she mean "That's why I'm here?" I cleared my throat, "Ughh, you're here to give me a new inspection date?" Esther answered, "No we're here to inspect you." That left me quite speechless. Before I could finish turning pale, I blurted out, "Aren't you a little young for this kind of work." Esther responded: "Well, I'm 20 and my sister here turned 18 six months ago. We sometimes go three girls at a time, but today we just went out ourselves because we don't have enough girls back at the office. A lot of women are too scared to do this kind of thing. But I have a black belt in Tae Kwon Do and know how to take care of myself. And I'm not afraid of guy's bodies....We're pretty professional and you don't have anything to worry about. Now, let's get some disclosures out of the way so we can begin. I need you to acknowledge this for the record, ok?" "Ok," I weakly replied. Then she went on, as Monica switched on a tape recorder, and Esther began reading from a form on her clipboard, "Ok, please respond yes, or 'I acknowledge' to each of these statements or questions, here we go." "Do you acknowledge that this inspection is for the purposes set fourth in the Male Statistical and Bodily Analysis Act?" Yes, I responded. She went on: "As you may not know, the male inspection requires verified and simultaneous measurements taken of numerous body parts, spine, neck, hands, feet, and sexual organs, and in relation to each other. Such measurements must be taken twice and verified. This means that one body part cannot be measured separately from others. Verification requires either two inspectors to sign off, with the secondary inspector sketching the body parts on a form provided by the Inspection Board, or if the subject should choose to have only one inspector present, photographs must be taken of said body parts. Robert, do you acknowledge these facts?" "Yes," Came another weak answer from my pale mouth. To be honest, my head was spinning. But Monica either couldn't hear my answer, or else was enjoying this, "I'm sorry, could you answer again, louder for the tape machine?" "Yes," I replied. Continuing, "Furthermore, do you acknowledge the sharing of such data among scientists, researchers..." "That's us" Monica shared. "...and publishing results from this inspection. Other researchers and scientists also reserve the right to further inspect your body, pursuant to section three," Esther read. Then she looked at me, and said, "Any questions, before we begin?" "Uhh, should I just take off my pants here?" They both looked at each other and then Esther spoke: "No, silly didn't you here us? OK, this is how it's done. We can't have you taking your pants off because it's not professional and we're not here to just see one thing. We're here to see....everything you have. We can't measure just one part of you. Any measurement we make will have to be done while you are wearing no clothes. So please understand, if you're wearing socks even it could throw our measurements off. So you have to be nude for the inspection. You do realize the penalties and stuff if you refuse?" Shocked as I was I answered that I understood. But then it got even worse. "If you take your pants or clothes off in front of us, it would be like we're doing you a favor, or you're in control. WE'RE in control." And then a firm statement that made my dick shrink: "You will be NAKED for us. We will inspect you and see everything. You will not touch us, nor even talk unnecessarily during the inspection. Now, you will go into another room and take your clothes off and come out for us, or you can wear a towel or a robe until we're ready for the measurements. At this time, all I need to know is if you're too shy for both of us, I can take the measurements by myself. But then I'd have to take some pictures. Your choice." Before I could answer, she let on, "Oh, we'll need measurements of your penis flaccid and erect...in other words, soft and hard." After some thought, I decided I didn't want pictures of my privates out there, so I told them they could both "inspect" me, which made Monica smile a bit. I did have one request, "Ladies, couldn't we do this, in another room, just not the living room." "NO" came the reply. So I drew the blinders on the living room and went back to my room. I slowly took my clothes off, and put on my blue robe. "We're ready out here," I could hear Monica say. I came out barefoot and naked underneath my robe into my living room to the sound of Esther's voice. "Ok, good. Let's start with your hand measurements. We're going to measure the length of each of your fingers on your writing hand. " As she said this I extended my writing hand, left, for her inspection. "Still haven't learned, have we? We can't take anything until your totally naked...OK... take off the robe." I swallowed hard and began making very slow hand movements towards the very tight knot on my robe. Then Esther said, "Look, if you're having trouble doing this..." For a second I thought I was off the hook. She continued, "...you can turn around and drop your robe, we can start with your neck and spine." Suddenly Monica interrupted, "Esther, you know we already had the talk with him. [Turning to me] Look, Robert. There might well be a follow up exam, maybe even with a supervisor, who is also a woman. Like we explained before, WE ARE GOING TO SEE EVERYTHING YOU'VE GOT. So get NAKED." At that, I turned around, took a deep breath, and dropped the last shield guarding my dignity. I very quickly felt the air on y shoulders, my back, my butt. My totally naked butt. I couldn't believe that my young neighbors were about to see me naked in the cold light of day. I was so fucking nervous that my dick shrank to the size of a little girl's thumb, and my balls were tight against me. "Nice ass, Robert" was Monica's chosen remark. Surprisingly, Esther said nothing. She just began taking the measurements on my neck. Then seconds later, I felt the heat of another hand behind my neck, and then "confirmed." Then they measured my whole backside, twice. I guessed at this point Esther was going first, and Monica was measuring second. Then they measured my feet sliding rulers next to each foot, with some sort of crisscrossing line that slide up the sides of each leg. As I closed my eyes, I heard no further comment from Monica, other than her saying "confirmed" every once in a while. Then suddenly nothing. I opened my eyes. I saw Esther right in front of me furiously scribbling down something on her clipboard, who knows what. Then with out taking her eyes off the clipboard, walked behind me. Then I heard Monica order me, "Turn around Robert." Heart racing, I gripped my now small nads in my hands. I looked forward, but not directly at them. They both laughed. Then Monica came up and made a chest measurement, then again while showing the measuring tape to Esther who scribbled on her clipboard. Then they both drew chairs from my dining room and placed them in the middle of the living room, in front of my TV. Then Esther spoke up, "It's time we go through with this Robert, you have to learn to get used to this, and to get used to the Male Metrics Board." The Penis Inspectors Ch. 02 I felt like instead of having my manhood in my hands, I had taken my very life in them. Somehow, I regressed to being a little child, as I slightly chuckled and said, "Sorry...little harder than I thought it would be." Esther gave me a few words, "Right now, we're just going to focus on showing us what you have. It's ok, this is perfectly natural. Like I said before, I'm used to guy's bodies and you don't have anything I haven't seen before, so why don't you just drop your hands and get this over with. Suddenly Monica took control: "Turn around Robert," continuing in a medium tone, "Ok, hands at your sides." For some reason this worked on me. This slightly authoritative but still feminine and vaguely parental tone, like a determined babysitter getting a child to eat his vegetables, was working on me. And yes, it turned me on in a strange way. I felt a tinge of even more embarrassment and just a little of deeper attraction to Monica. I dropped my hands at my sides. "Good work." I heard Esther say gently. "And I got to the see that butt again," Monica added to further my humiliation. And that was it. I knew it would get worse, but something inside of me snapped and I became resigned to my fate, that they would know what I kept only for myself and a few girlfriends in the past. They would get to see and judge my secret places. "Ok, Robert, turn around." I heard Esther's words, hesitated for just one second, and then quickly turned around. As I did I felt the blood rush to my face (and away from my lower body!), my hands clam up and my stomach turn. The looks on their faces would have been priceless, in a Super Bowl commercial or a sitcom. Monica's lips pursed, her head looked down while her eyes stayed glued on my crotch. A look of almost hollow disappointment took over her hot cute Asian face. Esther, on the other hand, was busy biting her upper lip. It didn't take me long to realize to my horror: The nicer girl of the two, who I expected to treat me reasonably well, was busy trying to bury her laughter. I'll never forget what happened next. Esther lost her war and burst out laughing, with Monica, looking directly at her, suddenly doing the same. Mercifully it lasted only about 10 seconds before they regained their composure. "I'm really sorry, Robert. That won't happen again. I promise. Now, we're going to do what I said...ahem...we're gonna get you used to being naked around us, and having us in control. This will be helpful, as we might have to have follow-ups soon. Then of course there are future inspections, according to the law. I mean, you do know you have to submit to totally nude inspection every five years?" Esther informed me. Gulp. No, actually, I didn't. "Aah" barely got out of my mouth as Monica took over. "Well you know now," she mused sarcastically. What came up next was the "worse" part I had been fearing. "By the way, Robert, which word do you prefer? Esther just said Nude inspection. That seems almost like we're going to be doing a portrait. You know, like tasteful art. But Dr. Van Zanter prefers to say NAKED Inspection. Oh, it's not to make it sexual, it's to be honest with what we're doing here, to face what it really is, to be clinical and realistic. Also, if men could behave, which they obviously can't, we wouldn't have to do this. After the rape in the Whitehouse, ...the Whitehouse of all places. And all the misbehavior adds up, you know, Robert? This is a public health issue, as serious as global warming, pig flue, or rising crime. We have to nip it in the bud. And we can't always be sensitive, you know? " After a slight pause, "Well? Which word do you think is more fitting?" And then came the question that changed me more than I could ever know. It set me on a path that I could never return from. She dropped the bomb, "Which do you think you are right now? Do you feel Nude, or do you feel NAKED?" Something incredible came over me. It was like a feeling of wanting to give myself up, to commit suicide. "Well, Monica. I feel...No. I AM totally and completely, bare-assed BUTT NAKED FOR YOU." The Penis Inspectors Ch. 03 "I AM TOTALLY BUCK NAKED FOR YOU. I'M EXPOSED FOR YOU, AND I'M UNDER YOUR CONTROL." I couldn't believe it as the words escaped my lips. I could feel Esther's glare on me. Out of the corner of my eye, I could tell she was stunned, but only slightly I think. Monica on the other hand smiled. It was pretty clear she relished this role, and whether the guy was a hunk, or more towards average like me, it didn't matter. She liked having him naked and under control. "Ok, Robert. I think you're catching on. Come a little closer. Good. OK, tell me again, who's in control?" Monica asked. "You are ...both of you," I replied. "I'm naked for you. I can feel the air on my back, on my naked butt, on my legs and on my manhood." Monica shot me down: "More like BOY-hood." After a second's pause she consoled me with the words, "Actually, it's not fair to say that. You have big balls, even they are tightest I've ever seen. You must be cold?" "Well, I'm a little nervous." Monica kept at it. "And why would you be nervous, Robert?" At this point, it became totally obvious, she not only enjoyed my predicament, she also enjoyed me describing it, and using the word N word as much as possible. "Well. I'm totally and completely naked in front of my two attractive neighbors...two pretty 18 and 19 year old...young and attractive neighbors...and they are inspecting everything I have. You two are going to look...already have seen, things which are I keep only for me and a few others. You can get to see how my body measures up. And from now on, when I see you around the building, I will know that you have seen my most private parts." Putting an end to this, Esther went, "OK, well, let's get started on the measurements." Esther interrupted, "There's a problem. The checklist says flaccid. He's scared. He just told us he's nervous and his ...manhood, ahem, is totally shrinked." I couldn't believe it. This girl can look at me while I'm naked, but can't seem to get her grammar straight? "Yeah, it's shrunk alright, Monica. You got him too scared. We need a flaccid measurement, and that means him at rest. I was hoping he'd be more at ease with us by now. But you had to go and make him even more nervous...We could have a few drinks and wait for him to calm down...or maybe a warm bath..." Esther said. "Why not just stretch him?" Monica asked. "Because that skews the results and you should know that." Esther replied in a scolding manner. Continuing she said, "We'll have to wait until he gets used to this..." "Well," Monica yet again interrupted. "...it'll take a while for him to get used to us...uh...what do you have to drink, I'm thirsty." "Huh?" Esther reacted out loud what I was thinking. Monica explained: "Let's just have a break and relax for a second, I'm thirsty anyway. What do you have for us to drink in your fridge ...neighbor?" Although I could see that Esther was arching her eyebrow, in my current state I felt I had no choice but to go along with this. "I, ...I've got orange juice, ah...7up, cranberry juice..." At this, Esther surprised me. "I'll take a little orange juice, thanks" Esther said as she flashed a sheepish grin. Monica, in her typical take charge way indicated for me to proceed with a gesture (as in "off you go") and "I'll pick something after I she gets her OJ." Off I went indeed to the kitchen for a step until I suddenly remembered about the robe, and made an action to retrieve it. Just then Monica again corrected me. "No, you need to get used to being naked for us, I'll turn up you thermostat, you go and get that juice, ...naked neighbor," she said, clearly relishing every second of my bare exposure. I was not disappointed though. I was still terrified, embarrassed, red-faced, perhaps. But I could tell, I was enjoying this, as a small but persistent part of me secretly loved the fact that my exposure would continue for these two lovely Korean Goddesses. As I walked to the kitchen, feeling the air on my backside, on my bare ass, I swear I could feel those cute Korean eyes firmly focused on my but cheeks. It was, even for a fleeting moment, incredibly intoxicating. The feeling of their eyes on my bare ass, the chill air that I could feel slightly move the peach fuzz on my butt. I found myself noticing even that, the slight hair on my body, now fully available for exploration or ridicule according to these young ladies' whims. As I approached the refrigerator, it dawned on me that I was about to serve them drinks totally in the buff. I was to be their naked host! No, their naked servant. It was a new found thrill, to give myself up, to expose myself, and to do something that would otherwise be totally normal, but to do it completely naked. They gathered at my small kitchen bar to await their drinks, as I found when I turned around from the fridge. I also found, to both my thrill and mortification, that they were both also looking right at me, scooting forward to look at my cock and balls. "Okay, here ya go, "I said, serving Esther her juice, as she clearly showed signs of enjoying this. Monica almost chirped "Bring the 7up and the Cranberry juice over here, naked neighbor." I did what I was told and brought over both bottles and set them down for her. And then it began, her words that both somehow, despite not totally eradicating my terror, set my nads at ease, my penis was free to dangle after Monica said: "Our naked neighbor is going to be my naked bartender aren't you, Robert? Get some ice for the bucket here..." I quickly got some ice, and filled my empty bucket, bringing it back to here her say "I think I'm going to have half 7up, and half cranberry, ..yeah that sounds yummy, mix it for me bartender." There I was serving these two smiling ladies, serving the mixture into the ice for super-hot Monica. I suddenly became very relaxed in my role as the naked bartender. "I don't know, I think I like having a naked neighbor who's also a bare-assed naked bartender. He's kind of cute, actually. I wonder what else I can get him to do. Maybe make drinks for us when our friends are over, our friends from the local community college. Maybe I can get him to do our chores, hmn...vacuum, huh?" She looked at me and (to my inner astonishment) I seamlessly replied "Oh yes, I would love to vacuum your place, clean up, do your windows, dishes, make you drinks when you come back from the swimming hole." Quickly, as if to step over my last word Monica said, "And you'd be doing this, how?" "Totally and completely buck-naked, of course," I answered. "Yes, " Monica said after our eyes locked for a 5 second eternity. She looked away as her sister added to my enjoyment. I looked over to see her looking down at my package. "Yes, I do believe your little friend would like that too." My penis had naturally unfolded, coming out of its shell, I felt for the first time all of its flaccid inches being stared at by two late teen 18 and 19 year old Korean girls, and loving every second of it.