Recalling the First Week

I would like to say I have gotten used to living here, but that wouldn't entirely be true. The uniform is tight and down below is breezy without any underwear, but it's not so bad when pretty much everyone else has to wear it too. The food varies; sometimes it's a delicious cream soup, sometimes its a plain salad. Lot's of salads, in fact. We've had a fair bit of leisure time as we sit around in our dorms or in the dining hall. I got to know a few boys that I noticed back on day one named Robin, Casey, and Riley. One of them I met back in the showers on day one, even if the situation was a bit embarrassing. In any case, I spent a fair few hours just chatting with them on occasion.

The school staff have us exercising daily, dragging us out to one of the buildings connected to our dorm. Again, I found the clothes they offered us to be frustratingly feminine, but I'm too frightened of whatever punishment miss Delilah might have in store to object. When they have us running drills in their gymnasium, they make us wear these skin tight bloomers and gym shirts that expose our midriff. One morning they woke us up early and brought us over to do squats, the cool dawn air causing everyone's nipples to poke through their shirts. I couldn't decide where to keep my attention, on the boy's half-exposed ass in front of me or the instructor - a tall and tanned futa with short hair and the thickest thighs I've ever seen. She was pretty handsy, even for a futa. Every time we exercised, she would go around to each one of us and adjust our form or give us tips on how to do better, but the entire time she would rub her hands along our exposed stomachs or thighs. I would say I was uncomfortable, but her strong hands and jiggling assets were enjoyable when they brushed against me. She even had this smell to her that I still can't fully shake - like sweat but... enticing... like I want to bury my head between her tits or her thick thighs.

Somehow, those were the less embarrassing days. On a couple afternoons they brought us to the school swimming pool and made us wear these rubbery one-piece swimsuits that did nothing to hide our cages and got caught between everyone's butt cheeks far too easily. We're supposed to stay largely separated from the other students for several more weeks, but I could see some rather attractive women - or futas - staring at us from the the large windows that peer into the pool room. Whenever I had to leave the water I could feel my skin crawl from the looks we were getting. All the same, the attention aggravated my constant ache.

The past week has been borderline painful for my balls. The constant exposure paired with the erotic television and the daily exercise has me yearning to jerk off, but my cage is a constant reminder of that impossibility. For some reason I can't get any of the horny thoughts out of my head, no matter how hard I try. It's like this place is beaming images of thick asses and huge tits - and the occasional big dick - into my brain. Trying to shake thoughts of futas, I think of Sarah only to be reminded of that tight nurses outfit she was wearing when I first got here - the thick futa cock she slobbered all over right in front of me... Gah! This is the worst. Even thinking about Sarah has futa cock creep back into my head... At this point I'd be willing to do almost anything just to cum. I remembered Riley mentioning that playing with your ass can feel good, and I even tried it in the showers one morning. I only got as far as rubbing a finger against my... hole... before getting too embarrassed to continue, having basically done it in front of everyone else in the dorm. It did feel kind of nice though... I wonder how that girl from that show I watched felt with that plug up her ass...

Yesterday miss Delilah surprised us by announcing we can join a school club. It was a pleasant change given how far from school life we've been living so far. We were brought out to one of the small grassy hills on campus to walk through the club displays laid out by the current members. Grateful for the sunshine and fresh air, we followed along like a happy herd of sheep. The tone of voice was rather dubious and the looks we got were somewhat searching, but the futas and women that ran the clubs were still friendly enough. I was amazed at the selection; they had clubs for running, swimming, yoga, something called the "student services club", one for fantasy role playing, robotics, clothing design, visual art, cooking, and more. The selection was overwhelming and I couldn't make a decision that afternoon, but according to Delilah we have plenty more time to sign up. A lot of the other boys chose a club to join though, so once we got back to the dorms they grouped up while excitedly talking about what activities they're looking forward to doing with their chosen club.

Then there's the treatment - that 'present' doctor Andrea gave us. At first I felt filled with frustration and shame as I opened the packaging whilst standing in one of the bathroom stalls, knowing I had to shoot this mysterious medicine up my ass. It felt so strange as it filled my insides and the one minute crawled by as I waited for the meds to kick in. Unexpectedly, a tingling spread through my tummy as the treatment started its effects. It wasn't entirely unpleasant, but it was certainly bizarre. I barely managed to make it through the full 60 seconds as I almost started to feel numb from whatever **** was affecting me. I almost didn't do it the next morning, but another boy got caught skipping the enema and got punished.

Delilah had the whole dorm gather in the common room to find the boy strapped into wooden stocks, a ball gag in his mouth and completely stripped naked for us all to see. She explained what he did, and said as punishment he had to stay there for 1 hour, but only after he took his medicine. She set up the enema herself and stuck the tube into his exposed ass as he whimpered through his gag. When she pulled it out, she started a 1 minute timer, only to take out her riding crop and start tapping against the boy's balls. She didn't whip him, but it was hard enough to make a light *slap* sound that could be heard around the room. Tears welled in the shackled boy's eyes as he squealed with every hit. Miss Delilah only warned him that if he failed to keep in his medicine, she would have to start his punishment all over again. At that the boy clearly tried his best to steel himself, though he still let out little cries every time his balls were struck. By the end of that one long minute, Delilah called him a good boy for keeping in the **** and let him release into a cup. She then took off his ball gag, a string of drool still linking them as she held it, his eyes rolled up as he panted silently. She leaned down and gave him a huge, sloppy kiss then, a surprise for the whole room that lasted almost as long as the initial punishment. When she finally pulled away, the boy's cage was dripping and his balls were swollen and red as miss Delilah put the gag back in his mouth. After that the boy simply slumped over, waiting out the rest of his public humiliation.

After that nightmarish display, I was almost eager to take the enema the next morning. Interestingly enough, I didn't find it nearly as discomforting or difficult as I did before. Moreover, the tingling and numbness was reduced as well. By the final day of the treatment it was almost a mindless task. By then I found going to the bathroom was both easier and less messy, and was frankly glad I followed through with it. Whatever **** were in this mixture, it was clearly making my stomach almost self cleaning. An incredible feat of medicine if, I could say so. I can't wait for our next visit to doctor Andrea, she was really nice. Maybe she will make us stronger, or taller or something...

All these thoughts spin through my brain as I lie in my bed, waiting for miss Delilah's voice to ring over the dorm speakers to wake us up for the first day of classes. I wonder what awaits me given that the university writes up your schedule based on your personal ability. Although now that I think about it, wouldn't all us boys take the same classes if we aren't even allowed to be around other students for another two months...? In any case, I'm both anxious and excited to see what's to come. Finally my life at futaU will start to resemble an education.