Starting Classes

A thrum of excitement fills the room as the entire boys dorm sits in the common/dining hall. All around me there is chatter discussing what courses we might be taking, who our professors will be, and whether we will be split up or stay together for different classes. Having lived together for a full week and getting to know each other more intimately than I ever thought possible, many boys are hoping they keep us all cooped up together for the foreseeable future. When Delilah's voice echoes through the room from the PA speakers, a collective hush falls over us.

"All boys not already present in the dining room must report there within 5 minutes. An escort will arrive shortly to bring you to your first lesson of the day." The PA clicks to signal the message is over, and the boys pipe up once again with renewed anxious excitement. When a trio of guard futas walk in through the doors, a slight confusion passes over the room as to where Delilah is. Regardless, none of us are eager for punishment, so we stand and arrange ourselves near the exit. Following our shadowy escorts out of the room and down the hall, we are led out of the dorm building and over the many crisscrossing walkways of the campus. We don't seem to travel very far, although the occasional passing students from second or third year still catch us as we move, pointing at us and talking to one another. One pair of women - obviously futas from the bafflingly small shorts stretched over their huge bulges - tries to approach our pack only to be denied by one of the guard futa that shoos them away. At least they aren't just here to intimidate us. I ponder as we stop at a side entrance to an indistinct building. As I wait for the boys in front of me to filter in through the door, I catch a strange sight out of the corner of my eye. One of the nearby decorative hedges shudders as a person stumbles out through the leaves. What I see is a small, thin boy in the same uniform as me but without the blazer. His top also seems to be cut off to expose his toned stomach and his skirt is even shorter than ours. He turns away from me, allowing me to catch a glance at his massive ass jiggling from every move. Just before I am pushed through the doors, I see him drop to his knees as a tall futa emerges from the same hedge and another approaches from across the field. What in the world...?

Led through a more school-looking hallway than any we've been in so far, we arrive at an intimately sized classroom given how many of us there are. Finding a random desk to seat myself, I look forward to see a large monitor inside the far wall, replacing what was likely a chalkboard in a previous decade. On the screen are the words Etiquette and Civics for Males. We all sit and wait in anticipation, eager to learn. Placing my elbows on the desktop, I find instead that I rest them atop a notebook that blends in with the grey surface, paired with a fancy pen. Brushing the two objects aside for now, I redirect my attention back to the front of the class. When finally the door opens, none other then mistress - I mean miss - Delilah clicks her red heels to the front of the room. Before I can finish wondering whether she's here as our dorm manager or teacher, she answers for me.

"Welcome males, to your first lecture for Etiquette and Civics for Males in modern futa society. I will be your instructor, mistress Delilah." The room stays silent in mild surprise and anxiety, unsure of what to do or say given how strict we have learned she can be.

"Understandable, it is your first day. Thus, here is your first lesson. When a superior greets you, a male should always respond in kind in a manner best suiting the scenario." Delilah already holding her crop in hand, stares daggers around the room as she waits for us to answer.

"Hello mistress Delilah..." The room responds discordantly. Delilah gives a small grimace once the final voice silences.

"Not very satisfactory, but it will have to serve for now."

The next hour or so is spent as Delilah introduces us to the course. Apparently futa society follows strict gender hierarchies that are actually tied into law, thus the fusion of teaching behavior and civics with a single class. Given that futas are starting to outnumber other genders, they have been placed at the top. According to Delilah, this is because they have adopted the historic viewpoints of both men and women and thus have greater wisdom and insights into how the world has - and should - function. I've met a lot of futas since moving into futa society, I don't think I'd call them wise exactly... Too frightened of punishment, I keep my thoughts to myself and silently take notes.

Since futas are now at the top, they decided women were due some small recompense for their discrimination, and so they were placed on the next rung down. At the bottom are the males, who are required to show respect and deference to all female-presenting peoples. Delilah starts to explain that there is a hierarchical split amongst males however, in that there are two distinct types: studs and sissies. There are those words are again... Apparently sissies are the true bottoms - that choice of word being highly emphasized by Delilah and causing me to shift uncomfortably in my seat - while studs still retain some use to society. I wonder why such a distinction is necessary at all, only for Delilah to wake me from my thoughts by ending the class.

"That will be all for today. I will see you later this evening when you return to your dorms, which means I better see each and every one of you reading the first 10 pages of our modern society textbook. Dismissed." She says with a grin and a quick slap of her riding crop against her stocking covered leg. Striding out of the room as the guard futa that escorted us return once again, Delilah disappears without any room for question or discussion. I start to grumble to myself about the injustice of it all, but suddenly I find my thoughts start to agree with Delilah's teaching style. I mean, it might seem unfair, but maybe the fact that we aren't supposed to question it means it's a good change. After all, males like me have been doing bad things for centuries. Something about my own thoughts seems off, as if my opinion had changed a little too fast, but I don't have time to consider things further.

As we are escorted to a different room after a short stroll through the halls, we arrive in a more spacious room decorated with old maps and pictures of men and women from across the ages. We all file in and find a seat, passing by who I can only assume to be the professor. As I sit, I get a good look at... him? A man stands at the front of the room, nearly six feet tall but lacking the hyper masculine traits of the few males my age with the same stature. Instead, his features are fairly androgynous. The factors that distinguish him most as a guy are the short, slightly greying hair atop his head and the old fashioned corduroy suit. Otherwise his features are fair, his shoulders narrow while his hips bend out ever so slightly, giving him a more scrawny than attractive build. He must be from before the futas emerged... He introduces himself as professor Michaels, and that he will be our modern history instructor. Modern is a slight stretch however, as he outlines our curriculum which includes the past 100 or so years of world events. I roll my eyes as I note down what I think is relevant information, not particularly interested in history as a subject. He does comment at the end of the lecture that the final few weeks of the course will focus on the rise of futa society and how there might be some guest speakers which peaks my interest slightly, but that's as close as I get to engaged.

Grateful for the arrival of our mysterious futa escorts, I join the rest of the boys as we leave for our final lecture of the day. Arriving at another non-descript classroom that is almost cramped with the number of us present, we wait for our instructor to arrive, staring at the wall sized screen at the front of the room that says 'physical education'. Wait, aren't we already doing that by going to the gym? Just as I finish this thought, the imposing figure of Roxie, the futa who's been running our gym lessons walks in. Still wearing her signature tight red sports jacket zipped up to contain her massive G cups and matching loose running shorts, her muscular legs stomp up to the front of the class.

"Afternoon males, how's your first day been?" Roxie asks nonchalantly as she unzips the top of her jacket to expose the grey tank top beneath that holds tightly to her figure. The room responds with a random assortment of words that could all be summed up as "fine, I guess."

"Good to hear. Now as you know, I've already been your acting physical instructor, but that's out in the gym - keeping those bodies nice and tight. In here, I'll be teaching you about the human body and all the differences between the genders."

My thoughts drift then as I wonder what she could possibly teach us. I already know about sex, and how the organs work. They taught us back in high school sex ed about puberty, and how both futas and males can impregnate a woman. I know women and males are much rarer now that futas have emerged, and how that's due to futas being highly fertile and usually producing other futa children. How much more is there that I haven't already been taught?

"So as Delilah probably already introduced to you earlier, gender distinctions are incredibly important nowadays. That's been enforced not just from historical and moral reasons - there's biological precedent for the ways things are." Roxie points a remote at the screen behind her and reveals a diagram of a futa from the waist up, arms outstretched as heavy breasts dominate the picture, wide pink areolas with soft nipples. I feel myself twitch as I'm finally reminded of my cage, and my mind is suddenly flooded with all the lewd thoughts I've been suppressing until now.

"Futas produce a large amount of hormones during and after their extended puberty. This gives us inherently greater muscle mass and physical size, while also dramatically increasing our sexual capabilities." As she finishes her sentence, she clicks forward, changing the picture on the screen to a diagram of a futa's lower half, a front and side profile of both a flaccid and erect cock. I feel myself turn red as I instinctually rub my knees together, trying to scratch the horny itch between my legs. They never went into this much detail...

"We tend to vary between 8 and 12 inches while erect, and are capable of producing an average of 180 mL of fluid when we cum, which can occur several times before our refractory period begins. These are only statistics though. We futas can come in all shapes and sizes. For example -" Without warning, Roxie reaches down to her shorts and drops them to the floor, revealing a hardening cock that swells with an angry reddish hue in contrast to her lightly tanned skin. I hear a few whispered gasps around the room as we watch in morbid fascination as her thick member twitches.

"I myself have a larger girth than normal." Roxie begins to casually stroke herself in front of us, bringing herself to a full mast of about 11 inches.

"As you can see, we futas often lack a foreskin, as we naturally develop without one. Some of us however have what is called a 'sheathe', which holds the shaft as well - similar to that of a horse or bull." At this, Roxie points down to the base of her cock and runs a finger along the first 4 or so inches, causing a faintly denser layer of skin to stretch slightly as she traces her length. I can't help but glance further down instead, as her massive set of dangling balls twitches a full inch up and down as her cock throbs, the sight practically hypnotizing me. I don't know why but I just want to... feel them... they look so heavy... That scent I've noticed before during gym lessons starts to waft towards me now, that musk that seems to emanate from Roxie. I barely notice as my mouth begins to water, only for my attention to be pulled back to the screen as the image changes once more.

"Then there's most of you boys, what is now called the sissy archetype." Roxie explains as she removes her hand from her cock, letting it bob up and down in the open air. The picture now on the screen shows a full front and side profile of a male - a boy that resembles almost everyone in the room. A narrow face, shoulder length hair, a small frame, hips that bow out to give a petite mimicry of the impressive figure of the futa from before. All that, and a small penis that dangles between his supple thighs. The comparison between Roxie's fat rod and the little thing on the screen makes me shrink in my seat knowing that it's supposed to represent me and my caged dick.

"You differ from the historic male. Dramatically less testosterone is generated in your bodies, causing your growth to stunt in many ways." She says as she points directly at the pictured penis, though the diagram highlights her point by zooming in on the muscles and hair follicles as well.

"Your dicks are puny, and you're almost infertile. You're basically not even males, which is why the new sissy or femboy title has become pretty commonplace." She smiles as she persists, belittling each and every one of us without even trying.

"Oddly enough, even though we futas are highly fertile, 95% of children born by a futa so far have been born either futa or femboy, bringing into question whether the human race can persist without any tight pussy to impregnate." The imagery and vulgar choice of words distracts me from the hard statistics Roxie blew past. Instead my mind is filled with pictures of Roxie's meaty rod plunged into a woman, overflowing her slit with hot seed. I shake my head as I feel my cheeks burn hot, my bare ass sticking to my chair from sweat.

"We've got me up here as one live example, so let's have a volunteer from the class for you boys." Roxie raises her eyebrows as she scans the room of silent faces. Who in the right mind would want to do that!? After a long pause, Roxie continues, her softening cock flopping back and forth as she walks towards the front row of desks.

"No one? Very well, I'll have to pick someone then. How about... Sam!" Roxie's eyes stop moving as they lock onto mine and I freeze in my seat, my skin washing over with goosebumps as I break out in a cold sweat. Me!? I have to go up to the front!?!?

"C'mon now, don't make me come over there." Roxie crosses her arms under her breasts and puts on an impatient expression, though I can't help but feel she's hiding some amusement beneath her gaze. Shivering with anxiety, I peel myself out of my seat and slowly make my way to the front, turning to face the class while keeping my red face pointed at the floor. Roxie strides over to me and yanks down my skirt, revealing my caged dick to the whole class. The embarrassment of it all surges back through me as if it I was locked up just this moment. This is entirely different to when we're showering, everyone's staring right at me...! Roxie walks behind the podium at the front of the room, returning with a jingle as she kneels down and places a key into my cage. Wait, is she...? I feel my cock finally breathe air, no longer suffocating in it's tiny metal prison. The sudden rush of blood paired with a sensitivity I wasn't expecting causes my dick to rise to full mast right away.

"As you can see, Sam here is a perfect example of the average femboy. His penis is a meager 3 inches, a pitiful comparison to a futa." Roxie says matter-of-factly as she pockets the key and stands hip to hip with me - well, more hip to waist given her great height - her semi-hard cock still twice the size of mine as I twitch, a steady stream of precum now dripping out of me.

"Although thanks to living on a healthy, government approved diet, Sam here is growing into a nicely shaped ass he can jiggle around instead of this pathetic thing." She says as she gives a meaty slap to my ass while pointing at my dick with the thumb of her other hand. She then grabs one shoulder and briefly spins me around to show the fresh red hand mark on my right cheek to the class.

"Fortunately, the other male archetype emerged alongside you. It is now hypothesized that they too were affected by the same event that brought futas into the world, though they have different genetic mutations than us. These males are often called studs. Also a reference to domesticated animals, a stud is a highly fertile male with exaggerated levels of testosterone." The picture behind me shifts again to a diagram of a muscular male with wide shoulders and an impressive member between his legs.

"These studs are still capable of producing female and male offspring, although a small number of their children have still been reported as futas or femboys." The diagram shrinks to the side as another lines up next to it, a doubled picture of both a standard woman and the older pictures of the sissy and futa.

"You there, you can be the class example." Roxie points to the back of the room at one of the few 'studs' that live amongst us smaller boys at the dorm. He points to himself in surprise, but then simply shrugs as he approaches us. The suit pants he wears are a stark contrast to the similar skin tight shirt with the chest gap that everyone is wearing, making him seem like some sort of stripper that hasn't yet undressed. Yet... When he reaches the front, he stands to my other side, now causing me to be flanked on either end by muscle. Without instruction, he slides down his pants and reveals his semi-hard cock as well. The smell of dick is starting to mess with my head as the two begin to twitch and harden beside me. Tears begin to well in my eyes from the utter humiliation and I cover my face with my hands, even as my dick continues to leak - the barest breeze causing me to shiver with pleasure after days of teasing without release.

"As you can see, he and I are fairly close in size, though as a futa my penis still has some greater length and girth." Roxie presses the base of her cock, causing it to point downward such that it can be seen clearly next to mine. The guy next to me follows her example and does the same, bringing their swelling heads inches away from my bare skin. I can feel the heat of their members radiating off them as I stand like a leaking statue.

"Even still, you can see how Sam is reacting to our pheromones. In fact I wouldn't be surprised if those of you in the front row are straining against your cages too." Mercifully, she pulls her hot rod away from me and the guy does the same, though they still stand nearby as their heavy balls slap against their bare legs.

"I can hear you wondering then, why do femboys grow that way? Well, science is still trying to uncover that. But as for how society has evolved in response, that I can tell you. Sissies like you are uniquely responsive to the pheromones of all genders, but especially futas given our increased output. Thus, you have greater libidos than your stud counterparts. But without an actual cock to fuck with, your role has shifted to one of service." Roxie shoos the stud back to his seat as she gets closer to me again, and I feel myself getting close to my limit. I don't know how much more shame I can take.... pleeeease just send me back to my seat, I don't care if I get locked up again.... My head still buried in my hands, I don't see as she grabs my dick with a thumb and forefinger and begins to stroke, using the ample pre I've already produced as lube.

"You seek pleasure wherever you can. But you think that having a penis gives you the right to use it. That assumption is incorrect, but that doesn't mean you're incapable of feeling good." She only slides her strong fingers along my length for that brief sentence, yet I am a fraction of a second away from the best orgasm since Sarah. Before I can cum my brains out, she lets go of me, instead shoving an ice pack onto me and swiftly reapplying my cage once I'm soft. My rapid de-escalation causes my head to overheat again, and I wander back to my seat in a sex-drunk haze after pulling up my skirt. Her cock still out and never fully softening, Roxie continues as if nothing insane has happened in this classroom, returning to the screen behind her.

"Everyone but the genetic female has an organ called the prostate, an essential organ for reproduction in futas and studs found a few inches past the anus." She starts as the diagram changes again to show an inside view of male and futa bodies.

"In you fail males, it's an essential sexual organ. When stimulated, it provides pleasure different than that of the penis, however many sissies claim the experience feels better than any penis could offer. Now class is about to end, but through the course we will go into further lengths on the biological functions of all the genders, how they work, and how they interact." Roxie smiles as she finally pulls her shorts back on, causing an ambient fog that had permeated the room to slowly dissipate. Fully incapable of thinking due to my shame and arousal, I white out, only coming to as I sit in the dorm common room next to my friends as they awkwardly make small talk, trying to avoid speaking about the events of our final class. At least the day is finally over... I think, forgetting it was just the first of many to come.