Look What You Made Me Do

All characters are 18 or older.

All similarities to persons living or dead are purely coincidental.

No really. Honest!

"I'm so glad you came with me! You're the best boyfriend ever!"

I smile up at Madison. I always have to look up at her a little when she is next to me, but today, as she's wearing her favorite boots, she's a good two inches taller than usual -- four inches taller than me. And she's hot. She really dressed up: Hot Pants, sequinned crop top. I might get jealous, but it seems I really Am the best boyfriend. At least when it comes to joining your girlfriend to the Cutter Quick concert - the line we are in consists pretty much of women only, for what I can see of it. I'm sure there's a guy somewhere back there in between the women. And when I say women, I mean it -- no girls, it was weird to see the concert has a strict 18+ age limit -- everyone here is an adult... Luckily I did get Madison the tickets for her 18th birthday, which I myself have passed more a year ago, so we're all good.

Still. Weird.

"Sir -- will you step out of the line, please?"

"Is something wrong?"

Madison looks at the security women - all security personnel seem to be women, at least the ones out in the open. Probably to make sure the mostly female audience doesn't feel intimated.

"No, everything's OK, you'll get to the concert in time, Ma'am. As a matter of fact, this may help you skip the line, really. Just standard procedure."

"I don't see you doing this to anyone else"

"Shh!"

Madison looks at me sternly as I object. I get it, she just wants to get through the check and into the stadium. But...

"Standard procedure for the male guests, that is. Sir."

I raise my eyebrow as I follow the two women. Or rather follow Madison, who pulls me after them by the arm, very determined to get this over with.

"What?"

"You've heard about the cancelled concert last year, I'm sure"

"Sure. Bomb threat... You don't think..."

I open my eyes wide. If they cancel this one, Madison will be devastated. So will I - the tickets cost me a fortune. I can't imagine the consequences if I ruin this for her.

"No, don't worry, everything's all right, we just upped the security measures ever since. To be on the safe side."

"For men only, though?"

I tip my head.

"Well. Yes..."

The taller security lady grins.

"You see, not only did the bomb threat come from a guy, pretty much every threat situation, from the severe ones down to online bullying or harassment of fans or Ms. Quick herself comes down to men."

I open my mouth, unsure what to say. That sounds... unfair. Also - perfectly legit. Men can the worst.

"Don't worry. It's nothing personal, we're sure you're absolutely harmless. You Do seem harmless."

"Oh, he is!"

Madison comes to my defense. I think. Not sure if being called that by my girlfriend is flattering, but I guess it helps. The two women nod.

"Cutter is VERY appreciative of every male fan of hers, few as there are, but still. The majority here are women, just trying to have the best time of their life. I'm sure you'll support us as good as you can in making that happen. For your... girlfriend?"

Madison nods. A bit hesitantly. She still doesn't seem comfortable to being called that in public, despite us being together for a few months now. I sigh, softly, then nod. Obviously, I would do anything to make her happy. Making a fuss that prevents us from getting into the biggest event in this city since - forever, the one she had talked about for weeks, would be... Not ideal. I nod.

"Sure. What do you want me to do?"

"We need you to strip"

I blink. Clearly I must have having misunderstood the taller security guard.

"Huh?"

"Not the smartest, is he?

Madison giggles at the guard's comment and I clench my teeth. Can't think of a good reply anyway.

"Get naked! Right now!"

"You want to strip search me?"

The two women look at one another then giggle.

"'Want' is way to strong a word, it's not that we're enjoying this, trust me. Seeing you guys naked is not the highlight of the job. But yes. Among other things, we have to see you naked. But it's not a strip search, that would imply you get your clothes back. Which won't happen! Not before the end of the concert."

My mouth drops open, even Madison looks perplexed now.

"You can't mean... that's... I'm to go to the concert - naked?"

"Not just you, obviously. Standard regulation for all men beyond this point. Making sure you can't sneak anything in. Makes everyone feel safer. Every woman that is. Cutter included. And your girlfriend, I'd assume."

"But that's preposterous!"

"Wow, what a big word. Maybe he's smarter than he looks. Would you like to call your lawyer?"

The two women chuckle.

"Look, it's as easy as that: Of course you don't have to do it, but then we'd have to ask you to leave. This is a private event location, house rules apply without exceptions. And the house rule for men... well... males today is..."

"I will not get naked!"

The taller one nods.

"You're at liberty to refuse, in which case we'll be happy to accompany you to the nearest exit, Sir. Naturally your companion can stay, if she wishes."

"Of course I'll stay!"

I stare at Madison, probably looking more pouty than I meant to.

"Oh come on, it's Cutter Quick!"

Yeah, I get it. I would have wished for some more support but it Is a huge event. And the worst case would be me just -- not seeing it with her.

"But.."

"I mean... if you want to come, you can. It's not a big deal..."

"Not a big... Getting in there naked in front of everyone?"

She shrugs, giggles.

"I mean... If All the men do it..."

The security women nod.

"You'd actually be the odd one out if we'd let you in clothed. Which we won't, just so you know."

"I cannot just... It's pretty cold out there..."

"Being in the crowd will warm you up, trust me", the taller woman replies.

"Least of your problems, You'll barley notice. It's not midwinter or something, after all. Have you seen the flimsy stuff Cutter wears on stage? And even your girlfriend doesn't wear that much - you guys are just such crybabies!"

I stare at her. blink, blushing, speechless.

"I... that.."

"OK, now, enough with the chitchat, you're not the only man we have to take care of. You get naked within the next minute or you get out!"

The taller one crosses her arms in front of her impressive chest. She looks pretty strong. I look over to Madison again. Not any support there. She just wants to get in and see Cutter. And if I want to be a part of that greatest day of her life so far, I'll have to...

I sigh, close my eyes.

"Fuck this shit... OK, OK, I'll do it!"

I pull the sweater over my head and feel the chill making my skin crawl -- I wasn't lying, it is not winter, yet, but its pretty late in the year for a stadium concert. Not that a star of Cutter's dimensions does much else these days.

Awkwardly I take off my shoes and pull my jeans down, standing in front of the security guards -- and my girlfriend -- in my boxers and socks, feeling really, Really self aware. I'm scrawny, pale -- a typical man in his late teens who spends too much time indoors, in front of screens.

Well, at least I'm not overweight, given my unhealthy diet, my taste for energy drinks and lack of psychical activity. Good metabolism, I guess. I assume that might change when I get older, but for now... well. My body isn't anything to phone home about anyway. And I'm suddenly painfully aware that Madison rarely ever sees me like this.

Once, to be exact. The first time we spent a night together, we both got naked, then she let me eat her pussy which was hot, but... well, that was it. And that's all we've done ever since. I stay dressed and take care of her needs. She hasn't touched my cock, like - ever. Hasn't shown any interest in seeing it either, just allowed me make her come.

Which is OK for me. Little weird. I never really told any of my buddies about our - limited sexual activities, they all think we're getting it on in full swing. But Madison says she's old fashioned, wants to wait to go any further than me eating her out...

"Ahem."

The taller security guard takes me out of my thoughts with an impatient gesture.

"The point is to prevent you from smuggling in anything dangerous. There's PLENTY of space to hide things in that piece of underwear."

The shorter colleague of hers snickers.

I blush, sigh, pull off my socks to win some time, then drop my boxers.

"Oh."

The higher ranking guard raises an eyebrow.

"Looks like you didn't hide anything dangerous in there. That's... definitely not very threatening. At all."

"Actually it's kinda cute... Don't think I ever had one that small."

Her partner grins as I gulp. I feel my head ready to explode. Madison cheers up visibly.

"Right? I don't have too much experience but I TOLD him it's pretty small. He claims it's average."

The two security guards snicker, then laugh.

"Oh. No. definitely below average. FAR below average."

"Might be a grower."

The shorter one interjects and I feel a wave of gratitude - for a second.

"Nah. Even if, there's a limit to that. From my experience - that thing won't get bigger than... four and a half inches?"

She looks at me curiously -- I look down, staying silent

"Come on, we all know you've measured it, all guys do. You can give it to me in centimeters. if you want. That would about twelve."

"You're so smart!"

"Been with a German guy, once. Was very proud of his 25 centimeters. Easy to calculate from there."

All three women share a hearty laugh, then look back at my -- twelve centimeters. She was right, more or less. Less, actually.

"Well. Whatever. Keep your secret to yourself, little man. I hope he knows how to compensate for that, young lady."

Madison smiles and winks at me.

"He does. I taught him a couple of things without having to use - that...."

"Good for you!"

"Well, then. Let's get this over with, the sooner you can go in and start your night. Hands against the wall, young man!"

I feel sweat running down my face, and my mouth go dry.

"I... I did what you wanted, what..."

The guard chuckles.

"Nothing personal, you don't really look the type to be... dangerous..."

Her eyes again wander to my crotch.

"We have our regulations, is all. Can't trust any man not to smuggle any weapons inside in nature's pocket. Guys are devious. And mean."

"I will NOT submit to..."

"Baby. Please don't make a scene, you heard the nice lady, you do what they say or I go in there alone. Don't make me choose between you and Cutter. You might not like my choice."

Madison smiles at me. Kindly, but also determined. I have no doubt she'd leave me standing here, naked.

I close my eyes and surrender, turn around, put my hands against the cold, rough white wall of the stadium's hallway. Thank God they took me to a quite part without any passers-by. I feel the heat rise to my face, thinking about how I'll have to show myself naked to -- everyone very soon, anyway, but at least This part remains between me and - two strange women. And my girlfriend.

"Ass out!"

I clench my teeth and decide to be an obedient boy. For Madison. Just this once. I lower my upper body, arch my back.

"Good boy!"

I blush as I hear three female voices giggle, then a metallic sound. Turning my head around I see the short guard pull her torchlight out of its holster.

"Relax, boy, it's gonna be a lot harder of you resist it! You comply, we get this over with in no time. We're trained, experienced professionals in this!"

"Some of us even before we got the on-the-job training", the smaller one adds with a smirk, making her colleague snicker as she puts her cold hands on my ass-cheeks and spreads them apart.

She pulls a pair of rubber gloves from some pocket and I have to actively suppress a moan as she slides a gloved finger into me. Her colleague, shining her torch onto the scene, leans over,

"Anything?"

"Nope... Gotta go deeper. Can't be to careful with these sneaky guys..."

Her middle finger joins her pointer inside of me.

"I think I found something!"

I grunt as as a heat wave runs through me. All three women snicker.

"Ah. False alarm. Just his prostate."

The ease with which she found that spot that I never even knew I had tells me she definitely does this shtick with every man she searches. Eventually, after what seems like an eternity, she pulls her fingers out, chucks the rubber gloves into a nearby bin.

This is the absolutely most embarrassing thing I have ever experienced in my whole life. I just do this for Madison, everything to make her happy.

It doesn't get any less humiliating though, when the taller guard finally lets go of my ass, gives it a soft slap that resounds in the echoy hallway.

"There you go, wasn't that hard, was it? A pleasure to work with you, boy. If all men we get here were as obedient and compliant as you, you guys would make our job a lot easier. You can stand up again."

Which, I really, kinda don't want to. Because...

Madison gasps as I turn around and the two guards laugh out loud.

"Oh my. Someone seems to have enjoyed himself!"

I clench my teeth as they stare at my now erect cock. I felt good during the procedure and couldn't do anything about it. I honestly have no idea why I got aroused, it was humiliating, embarrassing and I shouldn't get any kick out of - butt stuff. That's totally gay! Well. I Guess I do.

"Do you actually like it up the ass, Ty? You never told me!"

Madison snickers and the two other women grin.

"He probably didn't even know it. Most guys are so into this alpha male bullshit and afraid of coming across as gay they wouldn't even try. Let alone ask someone else to do it to them. You'd be surprised how common it is for guys to get hard during the cavity searches. One out of five, I'd say?"

The smaller guard nods.

"Out of three, rather."

"And now you know."

"I do indeed..."

Madison winks at me.

"Now hand over your stuff, young man!"

I freeze as I pick up my clothes.

"Doesn't make much sense to strip you and let you walk in there holding your clothes in your hand. We'll take care of it, no worries."

"There must be hundreds of men here, how are you..."

The smaller woman grabs the bundle from my hand -- my wallet, keys and phone still in the depths of the pockets - and drops them into a plastic bag, sealing it hermetically. She scans the tag attached to it while her colleague takes my ticket that Madison is holding in her hand - hasn't let go of both of them since we left home in fact.

"FGT-5I55I-12"

She reads the ticket number and the higher ranking guard takes a bulky black rectangular device with a touch screen from her belt pouch. Scans the ticket and makes a turning gesture with her fingers.

"Turn around once more!"

I obey without thinking, used to it by now, not even considering asking her what she is about to do, as she puts the device against my lower back, presses a button. It heats up for a flash second, then a burning pain pierces my skin.

"Ouch, what the fuck..."

Tears shoot into my eyes.

Madison leans over me, her eyes wide open.

"That's just temporary, right?"

The other two women grin.

"Well. Kinda. It lasts for about a year before it fades. We wouldn't want it to rub off. For security reasons!"

The taller one chuckles.

"Insta-Mark. Brand new tech, Wicked right?"

The small one winks at Madison who stares at my back.

"Wow. Look, Ty you got a tattoo!"

"Yep. And an RFID chip. That one Is permanent."

"Like - the one we use on our dog?"

The guards nod and Madison giggles.

"The bag with your stuff is synchronized with your number. Nothing can possibly get lost. And neither can you, we can track you and your fellow males all night as long as you're in the building!"

"What? Why..."

I turn around and try to look at my own ass as Madison snaps a picture with her phone and shows it to me: right above my ass crack, in deep black -- Cutter Quick's stylized initials, as are on all her merchandise, the word Quickie -- collective name her fans gave themselves - and the "FGT-5I55I-12" code. I stare at the two women.

"That... you can't... that's..."

"That is a long lasting memory of the greatest day of your life young man, that's what that is."

"That's a tramp stamp, marking me as a Quickie. I'm not..."

The guard raises an eyebrow and I looks at Madison. I freeze.

"I mean... I love Cutter. Obvi. I am a Quickie... but..."

"Oh Tyler, I'm so jealous. I wish I could have a tattoo. I mean I could, I'm 18, but my parents would still kill me if they found out. You're so much cooler now!"

I stare at my girlfriend, then at the two guards smirking knowingly. OK. Not much I can do about it anyway. It's either really permanent or they're just fucking with me. Either way. Madison seems to like it so... I sigh and nod.

"Cool. Nice. Thanks, Ma'am. I always wanted a Cutter tat."

"All the good boys do."

The tall guard winks at me, then slaps my ass once more as Madison grabs my wrist and before I can even hesitate, drags me through the empty hallway to the inner area of the stadium, into a crowd of thousands of screaming girls and some naked men. None of them looking any less awkward than me right now.

I hear catcalls, giggles and outright laughs next to me and behind me as I follow my girlfriend sheepishly down the aisle. I feel my dick lop around like a hot dog between my legs, even though I know, small as it is - more like a cocktail sausage - there surely cannot be that much movement.

I imagine hearing whispered remarks under the giggles -- "tiny", "cute" but my feverish imagination might just make that up. I do definitely see some of the girls that are here with male company letting their eyes wander from my crotch to that of their boyfriends or husbands or brothers or whoever they're with. Smugly. Well - l may surely imagine that again. It's true, I don't see any cocks smaller than mine among the few naked men, but that surely doesn't mean the guard was right? I am average. Kinda. Maybe just a little below, right?

I almost bump into Madison as she stops to exchange happy greetings with women she seems to know in our row as she walks past them to our seat. Quickies are a big family of like-minded girls. Mostly. I guess my tat proves me to be one, too, now. They're warm, friendly, welcoming to Madison. To me... Well I assume you can interpret the hands I feel on my butt, my thighs, my back as I squeeze through the row to our place -- welcoming. Blood rushes to my head, as I blush and to my dick, making it grow a little bigger.

A little.

I close my eyes, breathe, trying to get my cock to calm down -- this really shouldn't be arousing, it's humiliating! But here I am, sporting a boner. A small one. Never have I been more glad to not be hung like bear. It's unobtrusive, and it's pretty dark here in the arena so maybe nobody will...

"Well, well. Someone is happy to be here!"

A black woman, a little older than me, Cutter Quick's face smiling from the chest of her tight shirt, looks a me with a wide grin. And when I say at me, I mean at my dick. So much for remaining unnoticed. Madison giggles.

"He's Such a super-fan!"

She winks at me. Even she knows I'm not really That -- I have overstated my enthusiasm for Cutter a little to be in her good grace, but even with that I'm not coming across as more than a causal fan, surely she knows I'm not - excited because of that. Which makes it even worse, because that leaves few other reasons as to Why I am. The black girl joins my girlfriend's giggles.

"Boy, I wish my boyfriend was so exited about Cutter. Couldn't even get him to come with me. Had to bring my sister!"