Somehow

Vince was itching the entire way to his next class, his cage kept making his dick feel like it was going to burst as the small femboy just wanted to get it off of him! As he walked he heard snickers from futas all around him and even from some other males. While most of the other males had sympathy for him he was not always so lucky. In the end he made his way to his next class without much pain. It was one of his better classes thankfully with social studies. The teacher Miss Oniell was a taller older futa probably in her mid thirties with long blonde hair sharp green eyes and massive tits. She had been married for some years and had seven children four remembered and three males. Meaning that she was taken and a committed futa so most males felt comfort in her class. Vince found his desk in the back next to a tall futa named Emily. Emily was from what he remembered part Korean and had long silky hair and well developed thighs that looked like they could crush a watermelon. She wore dark clothes with a dark black top trying to squish her fat tits as well as a dark purple mini skirt with her thick monster cock wrapped up in a long dark cock sock to keep it warm.
"Ok everyone class open your books to page two twenty seven! We are going to be going over the ethics of a matriarchal society!" She said as Emily paused leaning over her long dark hair covering her pretty black eyes.
"Hey do you have your book Vince I forgot mine at home."
"Oh sure here." He said pulling out his book as she smiled.
"Thanks man."
"No problem."
"Hey... is it true what I heard about you? That you got put in that state mandated cage? If so that's gnarly dude, how does it feel?" Emily whispered conspiratorially as Vince flushed as the teacher began to lecture as he thought of a reply.