The Caging Ceremony

I wake suddenly to the sound of my door opening. Delilah stands in the door frame alongside another woman, tall and covered head to toe in black clothes like some sort of swat trooper. The only reason I know she's a woman is the giant tits pressing through her black sweater, and the... bulge in her pants... she's a futa, huh. I must be completely burnt out, as when I sit up in my bed, I suddenly feel light headed. Not to the point of fainting, more like my brain is still asleep, a lead weight behind my eyes...

I feel funny... I giggle slightly to myself, although I'm not sure what's so amusing. A strange silliness takes hold of my brain, as if I can't fully think. I should feel concerned, but it almost feels nice.

"Get up now, boy. It's time for your ceremony." Delilah says with a half grin.

My heart skips a beat, remembering my current situation. Not wanting to disappoint my dorm mistre- I mean manager, I stand from my bed.

"You have 2 minutes to strip and put on the student uniform inside your dresser. Underwear included. You will give your clothes to my assistant here, who will return them in due time." Nodding to the shadowy futa next to the doorway, Delilah turns, failing to close the door behind her and leaving the mystery futa gazing at me.

As I hear Delilah's voice further down the hall, I figure I better get going. Embarrassed by the attention from the imposing observer, I turn my back and instead focus on what's in the dresser. As I open it, the first thing I notice is the underwear lying on top, a thin white pair of briefs that are borderline panties. The university should really reconsider these clothing sizes. I rapidly begin to strip down, not wanting to waste more time and wind up in trouble. The outfit as a whole seems to be a white undershirt and a black, lightweight blazer that doesn't seem to close, with the sleeves ending just below the elbow. The undershirt was a strange, a silky smooth fabric that was skin tight like nylon. At first I figured it had a hole in it, only to notice it was instead a large diamond shaped gap at the chest. Another oddity. I might have it on backwards, but there's no time to fiddle with it. There were the aforementioned brief-panties and atop them was a black.... pleated skirt. Maybe I really did get the wrong clothes. Yet as I turned to look at my voyeur in the doorway, she simply held out her hands as if to take my old clothing. I suppose this must be the right outfit... I feel a small rush to my head that nearly makes me dizzy as I am reminded of her presence, a futa having just watched me strip naked and change.

I hand my old clothes to the black-clad futa and shuffle into the hallway, only to find several other of the boys wearing the same outfit, standing in line. I suppose this is how they dress everyone? Delilah walks up and down the hall, making sure everyone turned over all their old clothes and checking the uniforms for fit. Satisfied once we all seemed to collect in the lower main hallway, she led us out in an unraveling single-file, walking into the early evening. Only once we started to clump into a ball did I notice more darkly clothed futas on the outskirts of our group, corralling us like wolves. They're just here to make sure we don't get lost. I lazily think to myself, still quite dazed from my deep nap. I swear I was having the nicest dream...

Eventually we are led into one of the main university's buildings through what looked like a heavy back door. As we enter I am blinded by the low light, as if we are being hidden in some back room. I can hear the muffled sound of a large crowd in the midst of whispered conversation through the wall. An unease tries to rise in my chest, yet it's dulled by my still disoriented senses, as if I am just the co-pilot for my own body. Nevertheless, I begin to look around, hoping my eyes adjust to the dark quickly enough to get my bearings. Just as I am able to make out the similarly glazed anxiety on the other boy's faces through the shadowed room, a mixture of bright pastel lights flood in from a newly opened curtain that at first seemed just another wall.

"And now it's time for the annual Caging Ceremony. Please welcome, our new class of sissy boys and girls!" A feminine voice speaks into an echoed microphone. I feel a push at my back, as one of the nearly invisible dark-clad futas ushers me forward towards the lights along with the other boys who no doubt had a similar nudge forward. One by one we walk up a short flight of stairs and onto a prestine black stage, the multi-coloured lights shining down from the ceiling in different directions, mixing in spots to appear as a sort of dance-club that was frozen in time. Faint cheers and applause come from the blackness that extends through an echoing room at the end of the stage. I feel my heart beating in my chest now, wondering what this is all about. Separated from us across the stage is a tall futa in an extremely form fitting pantsuit, reading off from a tablet and speaking into a mic-stand. Behind her stands a different futa, her assets packed tightly into the same pink latex nurse outfit that Sarah wore, this time with a cock clearly visible poking out of the bottom of her skirt. Next to the nurse futa is a large stand covered in small metal and plastic devices.

"Our first boy is Lucas. Little Lucas is just 4'8, but underneath is surprise." A boy with shaggy, blue dyed hair is nudged out of the group of boys by another hidden futa, shuffling towards the nurse as his eyes rapidly shoot from the nurse to the crowd that jeers from the shadows. The nurse grasps his shoulders and directs him to stand in a certain spot, after which I begin to somewhat understand my predicament. I'm about to be presented in front of the whole school?! My attention is brought back to Lucas as the nurse seems to have cuffed his arms and legs to the floor via a chain behind him. He doesn't seem to react in any way except blushing until the nurse suddenly grabs his skirt and yanks it down to the floor. Only then does Lucas flinch.

"Wait!" He yelps as the crowd cheers again, clearly more from embarrassment rather than fear. His underwear is gone, revealing a rapidly hardening dick rising in the open air. Was he never wearing any? I wonder, incredulous. Only then do I notice a slight breeze beneath my own skirt. I look down to find a shred of paper thin fabric lying beneath my feet, slowly withering away. It must have dissolved from my body heat or something...!

"He ranked one of the largest this year in cock size among the sissies, coming in at 5 inches hard. Now may his dick belong to us, as we train him to be a successful male and sissy. He will start with a 3 inch plastic." The woman continues as the nurse walks over to the stand, grabbing a needle and a pink plastic cylinder.

Oh my goodness, they're going to put that on him...?

The nurse leans down slowly, arching her back as she runs her cheek along the boy's face, taunting him. To reach eye level with his fully hard dick, she knees down, grabbing the boy with one hand by his cuffs to steady him. Once he's still, she slowly injects a small needle into the base of his dick. Instantly it begins to soften until an instant later, he is completely limp. All that comes from Lucas is a slight mewl as the nurse disposes of the needle and returns with the cage. She stands off to one side, allowing the audience to see as the futa clasps the cage around the boy's shrunken member. She then runs a lubricated tube into the cage, presumably... into... the boy. This time, what I can only guess was a confused moan come from him. A woman off the other side of the stage ushers Lucas towards her as the nurse unclasps his cuffs, smacks his perky ass and waves to him goodbye. The crowd gives a bemused sound as the presenter futa calls out another name. Oh no... I can't go over there right now... wait, I should be concerned about the cage...! But I have to do this to stay at the school. I-I can't disappoint my mom, that's it! She seemed so concerned when she dropped me off...

"...Sam! He's average in many ways for a boy, but his ass is his strongest asset." I tremble a little, standing and waiting, as if someone will walk for me. When I get the push from behind by a hidden futa, I walk up to the spot that the nurse is gesturing to. The cuffs are leather bound to prevent injury, yet all the same I feel my hands jerked down behind my back as my ankles become rooted to the same chain in the floor. As I adjust my stance I accidentally pull myself further backwards, causing my head to reflexively look up. I see a million eyes all looking right at my exposed dick as the nurse yanks my skirt down. The brain fever I've had since I woke up reaches a boiling point as I nearly go blank with shame and arousal. At this point I'm fully erect, and the sudden full exposure causes a drop of pre-cum to leak out of me. My face burns hotter than the lights. The nurse returns to my field of view, plump red lips exposing an evil grin. As I lock eyes with her I yelp, feeling a sudden feather-light swirling across the head of my dick.

"This is the last you'll see of your little clitty. That is, unless you behave like a a good boy." She whispers to me as the announcer futa continues into the microphone. The nurse leans even further into my face, quickly licking the edge of my ears and causing my knees to buckle inwards. Then I notice a numbness beginning to spread through my groin. I look down to see the nurse removing a needle from my groin as she continues to run her finger around the head of my penis. The numbness slowly climbs up my brief 3 inches to reach her finger, the constant flutter of pleasure torturously disappear along with my erection. I feel heavy disappointment mixed with the shame of being so ready to cum in front of all these people. I fell for her every trick...! As the nurse turns I feel an aching pressure build in my balls, as if the sudden removal of all that pleasure had filled them to bursting. My attention moves from my aching balls to the nurse as she approaches me with a grey and black metal cage. No, more of a nub.

"His fine ass will start with a metal cage of 1 inch, a perfect fit. For now." She leans into the microphone as she finishes her sentence, leaving the audience chuckling.

What does she mean by that...? I wonder. Just then I feel the slight pressure through my numbed skin of the nurse latching and locking the cage onto my dick. The nurse turns and drops the key into a big box that jingles as the metal hits the bottom. I hope those are numbered or something... I think as i feel tears begin to form in the corners of my eyes. I don't know how much more embarrassment I can handle. As the nurse returns to me, she rubs a thin tube with thick lube. She's not going to put that in me too, is she...? The nurse futa drops into an open squat, letting her cock shoot forward to point right between my legs, giving me a full view. Another pang of soreness passes through my balls as the nurse guides the tube into the tip of my numbed cock. The sensation is strange and not altogether unpleasant, especially given the numbness of my member. Eventually I feel a slow, cool sliding deep inside my groin that shocks my foggy brain. The nurse eventually stops as she lets out another evil giggle, and the new sensations overload my addled brain, causing me to let out a shaky groan. I feel my dick trying to return to me, only for it to lightly press against its new confines. The discomfort only adds to my over stimulation. In a complete and utter stupor, my hands and feet are set free and I stumble off the other side of the stage, **** for escape. As I am guided by the woman offstage, she turns me to face her, my skirt thrust out in one hand.

"Welcome to futaU, sissy. You're gonna have fun here." I can see the predatory look in her eyes through my tears as I look up at her. A moment later I get that sense. That smell or something, telling me this woman is definitely a futa. I grab my skirt, thankful for the coverage, no matter what it is, and shuffle away from her. After I pull on my skirt, I join the other group of boys waiting to go somewhere. Anywhere but here...