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Nestled in the city's historic quarter, a small warehouse increasingly regarded as a sure cradle of future talent was hosting its next daring exhibit, named by a sign hung above the gallery's door as 'SAVAGERY TAMED - No Under 18s'.
Although the event wasn't actually female-only, one would be forgiven for assuming so as it was near-exclusively women that queued out the door and far, far down the street. Stood at the front of the line, listening to the light conversation and giggles from within, was Lexi, an attractive 38-year-old brunette who had managed to contain her curves in a chic red dress.
A friend of hers who knew the exhibited artist, and who knew of Lexi's rather risqué desires when it came to well-endowed younger men, had strongly recommended the exhibit to her. Apparently, the artist had escaped a long creative slump after discovering a new muse while photographing a nude client: his giant cock, with which she was so taken she had created what she, and many of the women who visited, considered to be her magnum opus.
By Lexi's side was her niece Lana, 18 by a few days, with a slim body donning jeans and a tight white shirt. Although she hadn't yet the large assets of her aunt, she was equally beautiful with the same brown flowing hair and wide eyes. Lexi had decided to bring her after learning of her recent boy trouble; to hopefully teach her young niece what a woman's place was in the world and what standards she should hold men to.
After a relatively short wait, they were shown into the entrance hall where a tall and handsome waiter greeted them both with a glass of champagne. That he was closer in age to Lana did not stop Lexi from undressing him with her eyes, and he, in turn, took in the beauty of both women before him, before they both walked through the doors of the gallery.
Before the doors had even closed, both women froze in shock, for taking up the majority of the wall opposite them was a blown-up black and white image of a man's exceptionally huge penis. Framed against a white background, the portrait showed the man's crotch down to his knees, but the central focus was his humongous, impossibly large dick, which hung limp from an untamed mass of hair and easily dominated the entire image.
Lexi, having recovered slightly quicker after an involuntary 'oh my', smiled at Lana and asked what she thought.
'It's huge... I've never seen one that big,' was all she could manage.
Lexi laughed, 'I've probably seen a lot more than you, and it's still the biggest I've ever seen. I can't tell if I'm aroused or disgusted'.
Lana giggled and appreciated just how obscenely it protruded from the faceless man's body; its bulbous head reflecting the shine of the flashing camera's unmoving gaze.
'I can't believe anyone would agree to be so revealed; I certainly would never let a gallery of men see my body,' Lana laughed.
'Me neither, but that certainly won't stop me from enjoying him,' Lexi joked.
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From the entry room, the women entered a maze of long hallways and rooms, all filled with oversized portraits of the same giant, slightly repugnant, prick. The man's face was never shown, the majority of photos being from the neck-down or concealing his face through shades or some other clever mean, nor did his name ever appear on any of the placards next to the images which titled the piece and credited any of the other models photographed.
The very first portrait seemed chosen to answer the question that predictably burns in the mind upon being introduced to such a large phallus. Titled "Mug Shot", the penis was fully erect and shown facing the camera, and then again in profile. Behind the penis, the black lines which usually measure the criminal's height in feet were turned vertical and read inches. The mouths of both women were agape as they measured his thick member at almost 14 inches, and Lana even took out her phone to capture a souvenir for later.
Moving along the hall the women found "Ring Toss", which showed a woman's hands, manicured in long acrylic nails, aiming a ring at the man's outstretched cock, around which two others already swung, and "At The Window", which had the humongous dickhead pushed against the glass of a house, at which the back of a blonde woman's head was staring up.
The next, "Beauty Prioritised," actually did not feature the man's penis, although he was sat naked on the edge of a bed displaying himself for a woman in the foreground. Instead of looking at his penis, she was holding an ornate mirror to her gorgeous face, which blocked the camera's view of his dick, as though it didn't really matter.
By her flowing golden hair and long acrylic nails, she could be identified as the woman from the other images: beautiful with large light eyes beneath long black lashes, a small nose, and big lips dark with lipstick parted to show a beautiful white smile, contrasting the pale complexion that gave her the appearance of a Botticelli angel.
The final image in the hall, "Ice Pop", seemed to follow the man's point of view down at his own erect penis jutting out with its base out of frame. Next to it, similarly emerging from the bottom of the image, was a long and cylindrical white ice pop, acting almost as a second, if smaller, penis to the man. Before both sat the woman, still beautiful, but with her lipstick now slightly smeared and a large string of saliva running from her mouth to the ice pop, which was covered in a glossy wetness and dark red stains. In contrast to the seemingly sucked ice pop, the man's penis reached out entirely untouched.
Lexi felt her breathing deepen, both at the increasingly erotic works and at her niece beginning to mock the hung stud: 'Aww, poor guy, a woman that beautiful and she's not even touching him. I guess a big cock can't get you everything'.
Delighted at how well her niece was responding to these first signs of female domination, Lexi added, 'No, it cannot; with a powerful woman it can get nothing, but be made to give everything'.
Before Lana could understand what her aunt had meant, they were moving into the first room.
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In large letters topping the wall, the section was named "Priapus Perceived". Accordingly, almost all the photos in the room centred the man alone, naked, and in various sexualised poses and positions.
His rippling muscles and cock would be oiled to shine in the light, and his penis would be at a different degree of hardness in almost every image. In one, his cock was soft but dripping, and his chest was covered in a white fluid, implying he had helplessly come but been made to hold the pose anyway. Rarely were his hands visible, making his cock seem like some kind of distended, horrible idol.
A lot of the photos showed the man out of the studio, but still naked: silhouetted against the sunrise, caught in a downpour with droplets streaming down his vast shaft, and even emerging from the snow, somehow still hard despite the freezing temperature.
Lana was especially fond of this section and giggled and gasped with lust at every new photo, but Lexi only thought about how humiliating it must be to be made to pose in such a way.
Lana had just pulled out her phone to take more photos when a waiter, another remarkably young and handsome man, approached and informed them that they could purchase a book of every image contained in the gallery, plus some more, from the gift shop. With one look, both women knew where they'd be making a stop shop before leaving.
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Moving into the next hallway, its tone was set by the first image "Injustice": a wide shot with the man on the left, predictably naked, facing across a blank studio towards the woman facing back at him, clothed in an impressive purple business suit to create a stark imbalance.
The next, "A Losing Game", saw the man and woman sat together on a couch holding playing cards. The man again was fully naked, with all his clothes piled on the floor before him, while the woman sat fully clothed, bar a single sock.
Continuing the theme of unfairness, "Pranked" showed a busy street of women all pointing and laughing at the man who stood at the top of the frame. Although dressed, his trousers and underwear had been pulled around his ankles by the blonde woman who squatted next to his hanging cock, laughing at it. Although the man's face could not be seen, his arms seemed to flail wildly beside him in shock.
'Wait,' Lana began as if it was just dawning on her, 'she hasn't been naked in any of the images, even when she was on her knees, but he's been naked in all of them. That's not fair'.
'No, no it isn't', answered Lexi, and both women laughed infectiously.
Following was a triptych, "Proposal", which (temporarily) depicted the man clothed in a suit on one knee offering an exceptionally large ring to the woman who, looking down on him with disgust, seemed to be gesturing for something. The second image had the man in the same position, but now with the fly of his trousers open and his huge cock emerging from it - at which the woman was unabashedly staring with undetermined scepticism. The third was of her examining the ring in one hand while pushing the man away with the other, who was attempting to embrace her, his cock still free and beginning to harden.
'That's one big diamond,' remarked Lexi.
'Yeah, and one big cock', Lana added, 'although she still doesn't look satisfied. It's incredible how much power she seems to have over him'.
Smiling, Lexi led them into the next room, her hopes that the scenes of domination would continue about to be realised.
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Titled "Women at Work", the room contained a large selection of photographs of the blonde woman in various (slightly skimpy) uniforms and various positions of authority over the big-dicked male.
In the first, she was a police officer twirling a baton as she looked upon the man handcuffed to the bars of a prison cell, his orange jumpsuit unfastened at the front to show his muscular chest and the base of his hefty prick which snaked down into the trouser leg.
Then, as a stern teacher, the man bent over her lap with his pants around his ankles and bottom glowing red, then as a military officer stood over him on the floor doing press-ups in the nude, then as a pony-tailed masseuse in a tight white tank top rubbing her hands along his oiled body, which lacked the usual modesty of a towel, and then as a rich guest in a restaurant, sat reading the menu as he stood to the side wearing only a bowtie.
In one, she was a doctor facing the camera as she pulled a glove onto her hand while in the background the man was bent over a table with his legs spread and large penis hanging uselessly. In another, she was a nurse, standing next to the man lying in full-body bandages, which naturally spared his dick.
Although some were grounded in reality, including "Tailor" of the man in a tight pair of briefs, down the front of which a thick protrusion could be seen straining against the fabric until it burst free out the bottom, the long shaft continuing to run down his leg as the kneeling woman, glasses pushed onto her forehead, held a measuring tape to it, frowning as though it was little more than an annoying problem to solve, some were slightly more fantastical, including "Farm-Girl" which placed the blonde, dressed in alpine clothing, in a barn beneath a wooded ceiling from which the penis hung straight down, dripping white fluid into a large metal bucket. To the side of his ejaculating member, the woman was lightly holding a vibrator, but instead of looking at it, her eyes were lazily reading a book held in her other hand as though the huge cock she was milking did not interest her.
It was a rare image of her making him cum, the only other being her dressed as a waitress (in more than just a bowtie) directing the spurting prick into a cocktail glass.
However, out of many others, perhaps the most humiliating was him naked on all fours with the blonde straddling his back; dressed in riding clothes complete with a helmet and whip - her eyes fixed on the camera with an air of quiet superiority. 'Brings another meaning to being hung like a horse,' joked Lana to her aunt's amusement.
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The next hall of photos at times took on a surreal quality, like a Joyce Lee painting. The first, "Hotdog", had the man's sausage seen from above, jutting out both ends of the bun, smeared in ketchup and mustard and piled high with assorted toppings - beside which was laid a knife with the woman's hand resting next to it on the table.
"Hole in wall" was a wide shot centring a glory hole from which the dick protruded, while on the frame's edge walking away from the erect penis was the woman in a thick coat.
"Archimedes at Work" showed the cock being jammed into a glass, causing the displaced water inside to overflow onto the man's testicles.
"Watching the Girls Go By" had the blonde strutting across the image in tight and revealing booty-shorts and a low-cut crop top, oozing sexuality. Behind her, looking on, the man's cock pointed at her fully erected and drooling pre-cum.
In "Adam and Eve", the only way to depict the woman in a way that could make her the sexual object; the woman and man were stood side by side facing the camera. The woman had two large leaves stuck to her breasts, largely covering them despite their impressive size, and another below covering her privates entirely. The man was also naked except for a leaf; however, his phallus was so large that the leaf barely covered any of it, making his size seem unnatural, with even Mother Nature mocking him.
Looking closer, Lexi noticed that this placard contained additional writing which assured her that the modesty of all models was always maintained through a same-sex make-up artist working in complete privacy. With an amused smile, she read it out to Lana, who pointed out the obvious: that as his modesty was still gone, the only difference made was that it denied the man the opportunity to see his coworker in the nude as she was seeing him.
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The final room was the largest, even containing two exhibits. The first was titled "Marquise de Sade" and contained a collection of easily the most dominant works.
"On A String" began relatively tame by showing the tightly bound cock a deep shade of red with even darker purple veins jutting out from it, being wrapped several times by a string pulled by the woman's hand.
"In their place" showed the woman's high-heeled foot stood on top of the man's swollen balls, each massive, round, and crushed beneath her foot. The slightly wide shot showed his long prick snaking up her leg, yet, despite its size, ultimately being dwarfed by her. It was the only image in which the monster lost its power and became pathetic beneath the feet of the woman.
"Self-discovery" showed the man in a pair of women's panties, pastel pink and childishly dotted with strawberries, and a pair of white sheen tights. Far too small for him, his balls were hanging down his leg out the bottom of the panties, while his cock was pressed up against his torso by the tights; a prisoner in a cloth cage.
"Walked" showed the man from behind crawling on all fours, his large penis hanging between his legs, the back of his head looking up at the shapely bottom of the blonde woman walking before him in a tight white dress, a lead in her hand connected to a collar around his neck.
From there, the pictures became increasingly extreme.
"Punished" was another triptych always showing the woman sat facing the camera, shown from her lips to below her breasts, wearing an empty chain around her neck and a revealing bikini barely containing her large breasts, and the man stood to her left, his hands absent but his penis loudly hanging before her. In the first image, her face was expressionless and his dick flaccid. In the second, her face remained cold, but the man's penis was now erect, the tip of which was tucked into the strap of her bikini, slightly lifting it.
Lexi worried that the third image would be the poor woman exposed, but instead the third image gave her a sigh of relief before a large giggle. The man's meaty penis was now no longer erect, but contained in a chastity cage which hung heavily from his crotch. Even though the cage was large, it still seemed impossibly small for his size and through the gaps his cock could be seen straining to break free. The woman's bikini was securely back in place, and instead of indifferent, she was now smiling at the camera, a key hung on the chain around her neck.
In "Lollipop", the blonde had traded her usual makeup for something a lot louder: hot pink lipstick and eyeshadow, pronounced blush, and her hair pulled in pigtails. The man stood before her, his cock hard and vandalised with lipstick stains, permanent marker doodles, and stickers. It also had a large bright bow tightly fastened to its base, a large chewed wad of gum balanced on his shaft, and, most notably, a lollipop emerging from his urethra, the stick having been pushed into his pee-hole. Her tongue was stretched out licking the lollipop's sugary tip, not making any contact with his rock-hard cock, while her wide eyes gazed up at the man's out-of-frame face, sexily teasing him despite her juvenile appearance.
The next was titled "Cheater's Karma" and showed the man, nude but for a leather hood without any eyeholes, tied to an apartment wall, almost painfully erected and dripping on the floor. The apartment overlooked a city from high up and was clearly expensive, but had been ransacked; all the draws open with an empty wallet sat on the table beside an empty watch tray. The only valuable left in the room was a wedding ring on the man's hand. Walking towards the camera was the blonde woman, looking towards the man and blowing him a kiss while pulling a long coat over a dominatrix-esque leather outfit, a large handbag around her shoulder overflowing with money and jewellery.
"Bigger Tops" showed from the man and woman from waist down, the man erected and the woman wearing a gargantuan pink strap-on dildo, even bigger than the man's penis.
'A deserved taste of his own medicine' Lexi said with a hint of semi-smug satisfaction.
In the final image, "Whack-an-Ex", the penis was emerging from a colourful table, the woman holding a bright mallet above it. Lexi noticed the man's balls were actually tied to the table by some thin string, preventing the cock from escaping and removing the woman's only target.
Lana was especially fond of this image, laughing, 'This is a game I'd like to play, although my ex would be a smaller target', and held up her pinkie finger with a mock pouting face.
'You mean to tell me the man you've been moping over this whole time is little more than a boy!' Lexi scolded.
Lana giggled at the insults her ex was taking. 'I didn't realise till now what a real piece of meat could look like; he's pathetic compared to something like that,' she said with a point to the humongous penis.
'And yet, even something like that is...' Lexi allowed herself to trail off so Lana could finish her sentence, but helped her by gesturing at the wall of the exhibit.
Lana took in all the images; a giant cock photographed as owned, tortured, and dominated by this gorgeous clothed woman, on display for more women to gawk and laugh at. With an awed realisation, she finished 'even something as savage as that can be tamed by women'.
Lexi beamed; although there was work to be done, she had a feeling her next boyfriend was going to make her niece a lot happier, though maybe at his own expense.
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Turning to the final exhibit, "1 Month," it was a series of 31 photos of the man's penis that was more scientific than artistic.
In some of the photos he was soft, sometimes erect, sometimes even touching himself. In others, the blonde woman would stand or squat beside him, caressing her body with her hand, although she very rarely actually touched his member.
Lexi was initially confused as, while she certainly enjoyed looking at the huge prick, she didn't understand why it was photographed so many times and what '1 Month' meant. That was until around two weeks-in when she glanced back to the first image and realised with shock how much larger his testicles were. Usually hidden behind his wide member, they had slowly begun to emerge, swelling in size and gradually darkening in colour.
Lexi felt her eyes scanning rapidly from picture to picture, going so fast that the process almost became a film in her mind, as she laughed at the idea that such pictures could have only been achieved by denying the desirable cock the satisfaction it was clearly desperate for.
The penultimate image was the balls at their largest, looking like two bulging apples in size and plums in colour with his red tip oozing pre-cum: he had been turned into a complete mess. She also noticed, with a degree of sadistic delight, that in the latter photos he was always continuously erect and glistening with pre-cum.
She also noticed the woman's tops getting lower and lower cut while her smile got wider and wider, likely in delight of how successful her teasing was going.
The final image was of the man's penis finally ejaculating. The woman was holding a wine glass beneath it and trying to catch his cum by pointing his throbbing cock towards the glass with one of her fingers.
To the right of the 31 images, the remaining wall-space was taken up by a rare full-body image of the man, his identity still hidden by his head being so thrown-back towards the ceiling that only his jaw was visible. In his hand, which was tipped over his head emptying into his mouth, was the glass Lexi had just seen filled with his cum. The woman stood to his side, her arm raised as though she had just given the glass to him, and her face clearly laughing in delight. His penis, although having lost the stiffness of an erection, had not fully lost the size and was now hanging ignored beneath his legs, still dripping a long watery strand.
By now Lexi was desperately horny, and now she'd certainly be masturbating upon getting home. Looking to the side, she saw an older woman who seemingly hadn't the strength to wait, rubbing herself gently between the legs with a distant look on her face. In a reverie of their own, the two women exited (of course through the gift shop) and returned to Lexi's car.
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In the passenger seat, Lana flicked through one of the many souvenir books they had bought and read out particularly erotic passages to Lexi.
One that she found sadistically amusing was on crediting which discussed just how successful the exhibition had been and all the awards that it had already won, earning the artist a phenomenal amount of money. It also clarified that all the models had been very well-paid, and that the blonde woman had been so well-reviewed that she was receiving offer after offer of high-paying, prestigious jobs. However, the section went on to clarify, the hung male model had volunteered to work for free, and had agreed to waive all credit to further the artist's vision of the penis' anonymity; allowing the viewer to project whoever they like upon him.
'In other words', Lana cackled, 'the only one to not come out rich and famous was the one who had to expose his huge dick in every photo'.
Lexi similarly laughed at the man's misfortune and complimented the success of all the women involved.
Looking through the next section, she summarised an interview with the blonde model in which she mentioned she was actually a lesbian and had had to reject the male model's advances several times. She did, however, mention that they had become quite good friends and she would invite him along to her friends' parties where, in her words, he would give them a preview of what one can find in the gallery. When asked if she had ever repaid the favour, she only laughed and said, of course not, mentioning that her girlfriend was actually featured in one of the bonus photos contained at the back of the book.
Quickly, she flipped to the extra-content and, sure enough, under the heading "Holiday Collection" was an image of the blonde passionately kissing an equally beautiful brunette. It was titled "Under the Mistletoe" and above the enamoured pair the man's erect cock stuck out with the eponymous mistletoe hung from the tip. Also on the page was a Halloween image of the dickhead painted with a large cyclopean eye, an easter image of the testicles painted as eggs, and a birthday image of the woman holding her hands up in fright as the cock emerged with its tip wrapped in a bow from a gift box, among several others.
Turning the page, she recognised the title "Marquise de Sade". The text below explained that some images intended to hang in the exhibit had been deemed "too extreme" by the gallery and so were contained here instead. After the first image showed a lit candle pushed into the man's urethra, the burning-hot wax melting and dripping down his bare shaft, and the second the woman holding a cigarette over his already ashy penis, she had to snap closed the book to quell the rising tide of arousal.
It was clear both women would be greeting the night with their hands between their legs, lost in the pleasure of their day.
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