You’ve been wanting to cut loose for a while now and overheard in the office a new gentleman’s club has opened in your city. The women are hot and the extras are even hotter so you pluck up the courage to do something wild for a change...

Standing in the queue your nerves start to get the better of you...So you just turn around and go home? You’ve never been very good at talking to women anyway...Maybe this is all just a big mistake?

Before you have the chance to move out of the queue it’s your turn... You take a deep breath as you walk in, music thumping through the walls and head towards a woman at the front desk. She immediately questions if you’ve been to the club before and you nervously shake your head to say “No” she then follows up the embarrassment further by asking to see some ID.

You hand over your identification and she looks you up and down. Then silently hands it back to you. She then asks you to sign in...

Sign in? You’ve never had to do that in a club before...You look across at the columns etched on the paper in front of you and shakily take the pen from her hand that she thrusts at you.

You write your name, time you arrived, initial and then you look a the last column...C*ck size?

Why do they want to know the size of your c*ck?... That’s a bit personal isn’t it?...

You leave it blank and hand the pen and paper back...

As she’s putting through your card payment she notices you haven’t filled in the “c*ck size” column and points it out to you that it is company policy you fill that column in. She hands the pen back to you and you have to think quickly on your feet because you’re not writing down your REAL c*ck size she will laugh at you!

You scrawl down “9 inches” hoping she won’t notice and she smiles wishing you a nice evening...

You head upstairs. The music gets louder the feeling of the bass travelling through you makes you feel intense excitement. You pull back the curtain and WOW! You’ve never seen such a sight. Gorgeous hot women with barely a thread of clothing on just wandering around without a care in the world!

After a few drinks you pluck up the courage to speak to the hottest woman in the room for a dance. She swiftly takes you into a private room and things start to get really hot very fast...It’s almost too much to take...

Then she pulls out a tape measure...She wants to measure your c*ck!...but then you realise the lie you put on the signing in book when you arrived and the sudden realisation you’re going to be laughed out of the place for having the tiniest l*ttle willy is almost too much to bear...

She takes one look at your c*ck, laughs and immediately sounds an alarm on the wall next to you...

“Sorry...L*ttle w*llies get a different experience I’m afraid...No tits and p*ssy for you!”

So what experience do you get for having a small willy?...

Well it would have just been chastity for having a pathetic l*ttle peen but because you lied you get something much, much worse...

You boy...Get diapers!

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