Houses and trees spooled past Jerkboy as he gazed vacantly out of the car window, riding in the passenger seat next to his wife's big sister. This was a familiar road for Suzette, enroute to the suburban college where she had played on the volleyball team and got her undergraduate degree in psychology.
It was technically his mother-in-law's day with him, a Saturday, so Mrs. Francine Landtree rode in the back seat. When they arrived to pick him up, his wife, Sarah, had him ready - nude except for small, bright-red satin panties and shoes. She announced at the last minute that she wanted to tag along.
"It will be all right, Mom," Suzette was saying. Jerkboy was barely listening. They were taking him to her feminist group that met at the college, and that's all he had been told. It didn't matter. He was safe with his little tribe of women, stripped of clothes and any semblance of dignity after Sarah had herded him around the car with a switch on his rump, much to the laughing delight of her Mom and Suzette.
"It's a college. Strange stuff isn't that out of the ordinary," Suzette said. "He'll wear a mask when we walk him from the car inside." Jerkboy tried to control his breathing. They hadn't even bothered to bring clothes to cover him, and the satin panties were already showing a pre-cum stain. Sarah hadn't allowed him any kind of sex since she had that talk with Carly, his paralegal associate.
"Is he all right about this?" Mrs. Landtree asked nervously.
"Jerkboy doesn't talk. He jerks off when we tell him to, and he exposes himself when we allow him to, and that's what he agreed to, remember?" Suzette's words reinforced the submission and exhilaration building inside him. As they pulled into the parking lot, she handed him a black plastic Halloween Store bag.
"There's your mask. Put it on." The car pulled up to a drop-off area near a building. Suzette stopped the car and said, "I'll walk him in. You two park the car and then come to the meeting. It's Room 104."
Sarah got out with them to switch to the driver's seat and stared at her husband's red-pantied ass over the top of the car. Her mother watched from the back seat window and yelped when he turned back toward them. He was wearing an incredibly life-like pig mask.
Peals of laughter rolled down the hallway when two young female students spotted him. Through the eyeholes Jerkboy saw them halt and watch him approach. They lifted their books in front of their chests involuntarily to protect themselves from his indecency. His legs felt like rubber, plodding the dress shoes and black socks forward beneath him.
Suzette was dressed in business attire and heels that lifted her to his height. She played the PR handler, peering at her smartphone and telling him, "We have a half-hour here, Mr. Piggy, and then a meet-and-greet with the Chamber of Commerce downtown." The college girls glared and giggled when their eyes lowered toward his stained panties as the pair walked past them.
When Suzette made him wait outside the open door to the room, the girls tentatively drifted toward them to see what was happening. Inside, about 20 young women were seated facing an overweight, tattooed woman addressing them from the front. She nodded in acknowledgement of Suzette outside and told the group, "This week's special guest is here, directly from the manosphere. Come on in!"
A hard slap on his ass compelled Jerkboy to walk into the room of hostile, leering women. Through the eyeholes he could see facial expressions ranging from hatred to glee. He couldn't help but half-cower and cover his genitals as Suzette prodded him along to the front. It was already excruciating and the humiliation was only beginning.
The hallway girls heard the racket and peered through the door. "Are you over 18?" the tattooed fatty asked them. They nodded. "You may join the meeting if you wish, before we close the door." Sarah and her mother slipped in behind the girls and they stood in the back of the room.
Suzette kept up the business assistant ruse. "Mr. Piggy would like to mansplain about some misconceptions in the feminist community . . ."
