Just a reminder this story is only fantasy, it is not intended to be realistic, so "that could not happen" comments are not necessary. The story focuses on an "ultimate" orgasm denial world in which men and women swap places; men find it VERY difficult to attain orgasm, where women have to worry about firing off too soon. If this does not appeal to you, save your time. If it might, please leave a comment and/or a vote. Thanks.
The world changes so fast these days, most of us cannot keep up. As detailed in part one of this story, the paradigm between women and men has been changing for the better for over a century, sometimes slowly, sometimes overnight, as when women finally got the right to vote.
Another example of overnight change was when a group of activists; scientists, sociologists, politicians and billionaires, came to the conclusion that broad social change would fall into place like dominoes if they could accomplish one thing. One thing which few understood was a biological underpinning of the "patriarchy." If it could be changed, a "matriarchy" would result almost by default.
The scientists involved developed a chemical which would affect the change. The others worked together on a clandestine delivery system...food, water sources, beer.
And almost overnight, the gender centric ability to reach orgasm reversed. Men needed greater and more focused attention to "finish." Women were able to cum almost at will.
Men had permanent, quite safe, erections. The erections were safe because tumescence no longer necessarily meant arousal. Fully inflated was the new normal. No more guessing for women. No more "I'm a grow-er, not a show-er." Men with less than five inches became nearly celibate. Men with eight or more, or impressive girth, soon found out what sexual harassment meant; what attractive women had experienced for all of history.
Keep in mind there were still variances even among the genders. In the past, a highly sexed woman, who was in tune to her body, could achieve orgasm fairly easily, and a woman who was the opposite struggled, and needed a caring, talented lover to help her experience ecstasy. Some men were premature ejaculators, some men had incredible stamina.
The same in reverse was true after the change. Some men could still manage to orgasm relatively easily, although most all took "some work." Almost all women could experience mind-blowing and frequent orgasms easily. Some who had previously been highly sexed in the first place, now found themselves with a "hair trigger."
Women kept the ability to have multiple orgasms, much to the relief of all. Had women become "one and done" as men had been, the "new men" would have been almost barren since it took much more effort to finish them.
It had been six months since the change had occurred almost overnight.
We have told the partial story of some of the men who were fortunate enough to be well endowed. Their's was not necessarily an easy lot. Yet it was better than the experiences of men who were not so blessed.
Now we see how life had changed for a couple of these men, and the women around them.
Shelton J. Williams was a mid level executive in a successful international corporation. Shelton had never been one of the sharpest tools in the toolbox. He was not ignorant, just not quick witted. He could not easily pronounce the word nepotism. But he had most certainly been "privileged" by the practice. His daddy and his daddy's daddy had succeeded in the company so he was a "legacy." As his secretary, Lizette Wise often said, "it didn't matter that he was dumber than a box of rocks."
Eight months ago, Liz had thought this very thing as she knelt beside Mr. Williams' desk, pretending to gag on his minuscule phallus until he groaned and spasmed, ejaculating down her throat. Moments later he had handed her a stack of reports he was supposed to complete. He could barely comprehend them, and depended on Liz to do the work. "I need those by end of day." She sighed inwardly. In the five minutes she had been able to drag out the blowjob, she had already made any calculations needed for the reports in her head. Now she only needed to type it up.
"Mr. Williams" met his fellow supervisor, Mark Adams, in the lobby and they went to lunch, which was followed by a round of golf.
Mark Adams had come by his supervisory position in much the same way. His father had been a boss. Except his father had worked on the docks as a kid before becoming a boss. His father had respected his mother and his sisters. And he had taught this deference of the fairer sex to his kids, Mark included.
So, before the change, Mark had treated HIS secretary, Julianne Devore, with a modicum of respect. Which is to say, he brought HER coffee in the morning, asked for her opinion, and never would have dreamed of demanding sex from her. Jesus...she was someone's daughter...someone's sister.
When the change had occurred, both men had been found wanting. The bulge of permanent erection in Mark's trousers dwarfed the one in Shelton's, but it was still less than five inches. Such diminutive men just had nothing women were interested in sexually.
Mark had been competent at his job. He had studied hard, did his own work, and would never ask a subordinate to do something he would not do himself.
Yet the change affected upper management quickly. The CEO, the board of directors, much of upper management, had already been female. Most of the males in the corporate office were quickly pushed out or, if they were well endowed, kept around for their, umm, abilities.
Upper management soon outlined a corporate restructure for the benefit of the company. All managers were to be selected on the basis of their abilities. Interestingly, that just happened to result in most supervisory positions, not all, but the vast majority, being in female hands. The women on the promotion boards, behind closed doors and amongst themselves, found anyone with a penis lacking. "All these boys have ever thought about...or with...is their dicks. Now that they have so much trouble getting off, they are just too emotional. Most don't have the where-with-all to make important decisions."
So it was that Shelton and Mark found themselves "reassigned" to the secretarial pool in the basement of corporate headquarters. Their pay was not reduced, but they were no longer trusted to supervise. In this way, the company attorneys assured management the riff raff could not file suit for having been demoted.
Two months after the change, a couple dozen former managers found themselves reporting to the pool, which was supervised by a large woman in a security guard's uniform. Greta had a flat top haircut, bulging biceps, and a dour countenance which let her charges know to obey without a word being spoken.
On that first day Shelton had meandered in about 9 AM, which had been his practice as a boss. Greta glared at him for being late.
The room was small. There were two wooden benches, against two of the walls. A third wall had a set of lockers. Both benches and the fourth wall were lined with eye bolts. Greta's desk sat in the middle of the room.
The two benches were already occupied by other men. Shelton was aghast...they were all naked. Several of them were playing games on their phones or filling out paperwork on clipboards.
Greta greeted him with a bored look, "Strip off your clothes, place them in a locker, then report back to me."
"Wh-why?"
She stared back at him without speaking until he did as he was told.
When he returned, his erection barely visible beneath his large belly, Greta picked up a set of handcuffs from a hook on the side of her desk which held several pairs. She stood and approached him.
Shelton was shocked when she unceremoniously lifted his testicles and quickly fastened one half of the metal handcuffs behind them, ratcheting it down tight so that his penis and testicles could not slip out. Then she used the other cuff to pull him to the wall where the eyebolts were.
"You get here late, you end up standing for the day. We only have so many seats."
She pushed his back against the wall and quickly fastened the other cuff to the eyebolt, securing him to the wall.
She picked up a clipboard from her desk and handed it to him. "Fill this out so managers will know what skills you have." She glanced down at his crotch, "We know what skill you DON'T have."
Shelton realized now that all of the men were cuffed to the benches by their balls, their erections readily apparent. All were "small men" like him.
He wanted to cry, but managed to maintain his composure, for the moment. He began completing the form to distract himself. It was mostly check boxes for clerical skills. Could he type? How many words per minute? There was a list of various computer programs to determine his familiarity with them.
The last section shocked him. He had always taken sexual advantage of his female employees, but it had been an "open secret." Everyone knew it was done, but it was not discussed. Except for when it was "just the guys" and they were comparing the willingness and skills of the various "chicks" or "bitches."
