Oh sweetie, you actually thought you were average? Let me correct that delusion right now. Welcome to Nurse Ruby’s Clinic for Pathetic Little Cocks—where hope disappers, and chastity begins. Today’s ‘patient’ (if we can even call it that) has stumbled in for his first and last cage fitting… because let’s be honest, once I’m done with him, he’s never seeing freedom again. The Examination: "How small are you?" I ask, already knowing the answer. Spoiler: it’s tiny. His ex lied—his "average" excuse of a cock isn’t even as big as his balls. Comparison time! My cigarette? Bigger. My lighter? Bigger. Actual men’s cocks? Laughably out of reach. The Cage Selection: Every cage is too big—pathetic, really. Finally, the tiniest option barely fits him (and that’s with shrinkage encouragement). "We’re gonna shrink you down to a clit, because that’s all you deserve." The Milking Protocol: Monthly orgasms—if he behaves. "You’re never fucking pussy again." (Why should women suffer?) Electric wand fun making a ruined orgasm from his useless, caged nub. The Final Humiliation: Begging, squirming, failing to cum—until I allow him a pathetic dribble. "This is the last orgasm you’ll have for months… and you ruined it." Ending with a spanking—because someone needs to learn obedience.
