New Day, New Life

I feel myself stir from a heavy slumber, my eyes fluttering open to a blank white ceiling. A pang of pain strikes my head as I shut my eyes once more, rubbing them as I try to get my bearings. As I turn to my side and open my eyes again, I notice the smooth texture of the sheets against my bare, hairless skin. Oh that's right, I'm on the futaU campus. At that thought, my eyes shoot open and I sit up in my bed. Greeting me is not my own bedroom, but my blank campus room. So... all that stuff... that wasn't just a dream... Hazy memories of yesterday begin to flood back to me. The tests, the room with Sarah, the dormitory... and that ceremony on the campus stage. So then...! I throw my sheets off the bed to reveal my newly caged cock. The very sight of it causes my dick to try and rise, yet it strains against its new, tightly packed confines. I swing my legs over the edge of my bed and bury my head in my hands. What was all that yesterday, this is nuts! I feel hungover or something... Then I remember that nurse during the ceremony. Her and her plump lips and raging boner, seducing me into letting her futa-handle me like that. N-not that her cock did the seducing of course... Now my dick is locked away in this frustrating cage and the school has the key!

*Note: growing up in a futa dominated society, futa's are known to be handsy at the best of times, thus the idiom of man-handle has been replaced with futa-handle.*

"Attention, boys. It is 9 o'clock, time to rise and shine. Put on your uniforms and meet in the dining hall on the second floor in 10 minutes." Delilah's voice rings out facelessly from some hidden PA speaker.

Resigning to the fact that I cannot simply leave the university now that they have my cock held captive, I reluctantly rise from my bed and go to my dresser. Expecting to find my luggage packed away within, I instead only find the uniform I was manipulated into wearing last night, underwear now excluded. Knowing I can't just walk around naked, I quickly put on the girly uniform. Oddly, I can't remember much past leaving the stage last night. I definitely don't recall disrobing and neatly folding this uniform back into the dresser where I found it. Already blushing slightly from the effeminate outfit, I notice a few additional things. One was the obvious - the breeze flowing underneath the skirt and glancing against my hairless balls, causing them to clench slightly and give me a small ache. The second was the length of the skirt. Perhaps I was too disoriented last night to notice, but this skirt was not particularly long. In fact, if I so much as lean forward enough to touch my toes, I can feel the skirt sliding up my ass, exposing the bottom of my butt and probably my balls if my legs are spread. Better make sure not to do that. The final thing was the shoes. As far as I could recall I was wearing my regular sneakers last night. Now, white stockings are paired with black slip on shoes with just a slight lift at the heel. It just keeps getting better... I think to myself sarcastically.

As I move to my bedroom door I find it locked. As I search for a latch, I am confused to find there isn't one, just a useless doorhandle. A moment later, I hear a click run through the door. As I try the handle again, it swings open without issue. Already getting overwhelmed with my new living situation I decide to leave the concerns I have about this for later, instead heading to the nearest bathroom.

Walking down the hallway, I pass some other boys poking their heads out of their doors, probably hoping all this has been a bad dream. Ignoring them in the hopes they will do the same for me, I pass through the opening in the wall designated as the bathroom. Inside I find a fairly regular public style restroom with one exception given the all male dormitory - there were only stalls available. At the far end of the room, an evidently locked double door led into what I can only assume is a shower room. No showers yet, I guess. I pick a stall and do my business as quickly as possible, already feeling ashamed for having to knock my knees together to lower my skirt and sit down to pee due to my cage. When I exit the stall and move to wash my hands, one of the burly guys walks in wearing a similar outfit to mine with one baffling exception, he is wearing pants. So what's the deal, do they get to choose? This is all so unfair! Pouting, I trudge up to the second floor of the building to the dining room. What I find is more of a combination leisure-dining area, a well lit room with several tables with benches and chairs in the center and couches with smaller tables along the walls, complete with plants to brighten the room. I find it oddly relaxing, despite the current circumstances. At least this was more along the lines of what the university advertised. I take a seat at one of the central benches as the room rapidly fills with the various boys of the dormitory, waiting until Delilah walks in flanked by two of the darkly clad futas we saw last night.

"Congratulations and welcome again boys, to FutaU, your new home until your graduation." Delilah stands at the front of the room with a wide grin on her face, makeup immaculate as she fixes her winged glasses.

"First let me answer some questions I'm sure many of you may be wanting to ask. Before I do so however, I must warn you: while in class or being addressed by a superior, you must never speak unless prompted. This school has a strict policy on respect, and if you violate it, you are subject to public humiliation." At that final word, she glances around with another grin that makes me shudder, silencing the growing mumbles of discontentment throughout the room.

"Many of you are likely wondering where your belongings have gone since you arrived here yesterday. Regretfully, you are not permitted anything from outside school grounds, and as such all your luggage as been returned to your previous homes, where possible. Next, you boys are special here at futaU. I'm sure you're all struggling fruitlessly against your new cages. That is because, for many reasons, you are not permitted to orgasm using your penises unless strictly allowed by a member of staff. Male penises are not worthy of being touted about amongst the superior futas that come here to futaU, so the simplest solution was to lock them up until further notice."

The blatant pro-futa prejudice was on full display suddenly. I knew things would be different once I reached adulthood and left the confines of public school, but this was definitely more **** than I had imagined. I wonder if it gets worse than this, after all if a woman like mistre- Delilah was saying all this stuff, I can only imagine how the futa teachers will act once we get into classes.

"Your classes will start at the beginning of next week. Until then, you will have introductory courses and supplementary health procedures to make sure you are... ready... for your new life amongst futa society and school. " Delilah really lays on this part thick, as if there is some hidden joke the boys in the room are missing. Procedures? What more is there to do, we already did a bunch of tests yesterday.

"Finally, for the first two months of your university careers, you will be strictly be isolated from the rest of the student body for your own safety. Your classes will take place in the evenings, and you will remain here in the dormitory or select leisure areas in your off time." At this there is a mix of reactions from the boys. Some seem relieved, not having to be seen by others in these revealing clothes. Others, myself included, are rather disappointed. If I'm stuck here, I won't be able to go see Sarah! Before I am able to raise my voice in protest, someone beats me to the punch.

"You-you can't do this! Just because this school is free doesn't mean we are your prisoners!" A boy with shoulder length brass-coloured hair stands from the back, his voice high and strained, slightly trembling from anxiety.

"Ah, a volunteer. You can be our first example for what happens when you misbehave." Delilah states as two women, probably futas, in dark clothes appear from the corners of the room and grab the boy by the arms, practically carrying him to the front of the room as the rest of us went silent.

"Place him right here for everyone to see." Delilah stands off to the side of an empty table as the boy is thrust into it, causing him to fold over the edge as his chest is pushed down onto the table's surface and his ass is exposed. Delilah lifts his skirt above his waist and flourishes a riding crop she had hidden in her giant bust. Using her heeled foot to separate the boy's legs, he slides further downward, causing him to completely lose any strength in his stance.

"W-wait..!" He begins to stutter out as a loud CRACK echoes through the room, Delilah laying her crop across the boy's exposed plump rear.

"EEK!" He cries out in pain as Delilah counts out, "One!" She continues whipping the boy across his reddening cheeks as she counts up, each strike followed by a shrinking yelp from the helpless boy. When she reached nine, she paused, turning the riding crop and running it through the boy's legs. He shudders and pants as Delilah's crop slowly caresses his exposed balls.

"Are you sorry?" Delilah asks the boy in a soft, coy tone.

"I-I'm... I'm sorry..."

"Sorry for what, boy?"

"Sorry for speaking out of turn..."

At that, Delilah slowly removes the crop from the boy's crotch, letting him sigh a breath of relief, only for her to wind up for a final blow, striking him right on the back of his balls with a triumphant "TEN!" The boy squeals out a high pitched cry of pain mixed with something else as his knees knock together and he slumps weakly against the table.

"That's 'sorry for speaking out of turn, mistress', to you." Delilah stuffs her crop back between her voluptuous tits with a wicked smile as her accompanying women or futas release the boy from their grip, slipping into the shadows of the room once again.

"That was me going easy on you. Standard punishment is far more shameful than that, so best you all keep in line. Understood?"

"Yes, mistress." The room of boys shyly responds, hoping to not draw her ire. I sure am glad I didn't say anything...

"Good. Now that some things have been cleared up, you can have a quick breakfast. Once you're all done, you will be escorted to the showers. You're starting to smell. Afterwards you will promptly return to your dorm rooms until further notice. The TV screens should offer you some entertainment in the meantime." Delilah finishes her announcements before pointing out the five dramatically more masculine men within the room as she makes her way to the exit.

"You five will follow me, you have additional information you must know." Altogether much less perturbed than the rest of us, the burly guys followed out of the dining room as an automated trolley cart emerged from a panel in the wall holding several plates of food. Only complex enough to ferry food to and from whatever kitchen it came from, we all had to grab the food off the trolley as it passed by, only for it to disappeared through another hidden panel once emptied and a new trolley to emerge in it's place. I grab my own breakfast from the third of the passing trolleys, grabbing the closest I could see to my usual breakfast back home, a carton of futa-farm milk and a bowl of dry, unfamiliar cereal. Shrugging with resignation, I pour the milk into the bowl and begin to eat. Holy cow...! Despite the bland appearance of the food, it was far more delicious than any cereal I'd had back home, though I couldn't quite place what it was that made it so tasty. Perhaps it was more sweet, or more aromatic, or maybe I could just taste it being healthier for me than that store bought stuff. In any case, I tore through it, realizing I hadn't had a proper meal since my last day at home. As I ate I couldn't help but become aware of my bare skin against the seat, a new and constant reminder of my exposure. I pause mid-chew as a blush creeps up my neck once again and I glance around the room at the other boys.

Some do as I have, trying to keep to themselves as they silently eat their breakfast and stare at the table. Some awkwardly shift about in their seat, fruitlessly trying to tuck their skirt beneath their butt so no one could see. I catch the boy across from me grimacing as he reaches under the table with one hand, only to let out a subtly annoyed groan as his cheeks too, begin to flush. It seems all of us are having some difficulty adjusting to our new surroundings. Well, almost all of us. Some of the boys are actually trying open conversation with one another. The friendliness seems to offput the targets initially, but it doesn't take long for the room to warm up a little. Only a couple minutes after Delilah had left, some of the boys have already finished their meals, placing them on empty passing trolleys. One of the ones engaging in bright conversation with his neighbor practically skips to the door, his skirt waving in the wind and exposing his toned thighs and ass, claiming "last one to the shower is a rotten egg!" I admire his attitude. Maybe I should try and emulate him, at the very least I might make some friends in here during our first two months of school. Better that than staring at the floor all day, hoping no one looks under my skirt.

I finish my cereal and stand too, heading towards the showers on the first floor. When I arrive back in the bathrooms I find the double doors at the back are now slightly ajar, unlocked by some unseen mechanism. As I make my way through, I find myself standing in a pale-blue tiled changing room, tiny lockers lining the walls with benches running down the center. A few of the other boys that had made their way here already were sheepishly removing their clothes and placing them in one locker or another. Already forgetting the determination to meet the challenges of this school with optimism, I shoot my gaze down to the ground again and find a locker for myself. When I open it, I find only a hook to hang my uniform and the tiniest towel I've ever seen. As I begin to undress I steal a glance around the room, wondering if everyone else has the same issue as I do. When I look to my left, I spot a boy in the corner completely nude, clutching his towel in one hand in such a way as to just barely hide his caged dick. Looking up to his face, I notice he is in fact watching me undress, his cheeks completely flushed over and his eyes wide. We lock eyes and both jerk away back to our own business, and I hear his bare feet hurriedly slap into the doorway next to him. As he passes through, I hear the hiss of running water for the moment the door is open. That must be where the showers are. Once I am fully nude, I try in vain to wrap the flimsy towel around my waist to hide my decreasingly private area. Barely managing to tie it around my waist, I find the length of the thing fails to cover the metal cage that contains my member. Giving up, I simply carry it by my side and hurry into the shower room, hoping no one else steals any glances at me.

Unfortunately I find yet another surprise to my campus situation. The showers are completely open. A white tiled room with several drains and shower heads lining the walls, nothing separates us from one another. The instant I walk in I feel myself slightly panic, looking all around the room for anywhere that didn't have a naked body in view. Instead, I see nothing but that: a skinny boy with long blonde hair faces away from me to my left, that boy I saw yesterday with the dark hair is lathering himself with his eyes shut across the foggy room from me, and to my right I see what I initially mistake for a girl - a boy with long brown hair, thick thighs and noticeably raised nipples massages her-I mean his scalp.

Unable to find a corner separated enough from anyone else to shower alone, I find myself **** to choose one of the shower heads nearby one of these three, being relatively alone themselves. The question is, who?