Hi guys, a quick disclaimer - this is my first story so by all means tear me to shreds, I'd love to read any feedback :') also this story is set in a fantasy world - for the empire Ben lives in, think ancient Rome crossed with the Dark Elves from Warhammer and you get the idea. Very naughty. Oh and the Futa's in this story just have big dicks, no vaginas sorry I know some people like those. And of course all characters depicted are over 18 years old.
Anywho, enjoy! ;)
Ben was considered a particularly quiet, shy boy. In truth he actually had a very warm and gregarious nature, but these facets were overshadowed by a rather sensitive disposition -- far too sensitive for the ruthless, militaristic society he had grown up in.
Ben was of middling height with broad shoulders and a slender frame, though he lacked the athletic ability and raw strength of his peers. With a pretty, sculpted face and an artful tumble of auburn curls Ben was considered quite attractive by most and almost beautiful to some.
However his lack of aggression and self confidence had led to him being somewhat ostracised by his peers and completely overlooked by the girls they were encouraged to chase.
Instead, Ben had found himself drawn to his literature tutor Miss Delphine. With her kind eyes and youthful frame, she had taken an interest in the thoughtful, sensitive boy who seemed to her so different to the fiery, rambunctious youths that comprised most of the male population of the academy.
Indeed, it was Miss Delphine who had nurtured Ben's sensitive nature and excused him from the more gruelling aspects of the boy's tutelage. Indeed, it was Miss Delphine who had suggested to the young man a career in the feminine arts -- her arts -- the art of letters, to perhaps one day serve the Empire as a remembrancer.
Ben had quickly seized upon this idea, requiring little persuasion to agree upon whatever course his doting benefactor suggested, such was the reverence he held Miss Delphine in.
When Ben came of age, Miss Delphine personally presented his request to the College of Dyanissa, to Mistress Kyra the matriarch of the Futa contingent of the college. Futas did not make up a large portion of the college or indeed the Empire, but almost all of the Futas within the city resided in the college.
This was because they performed a unique and highly important function for the college and more importantly for the Empire. The feminine arts were too broad a subject, their various works too many and over too vast a span of territory to be left to a single gender -- even warfare -- undoubtedly the domain of men found the occasional use of women. So it was with the feminine arts -- the ranks of remembrances, often serving on the front lines, were most often filled with men.
But how to best prepare men for a lifetime of service in an artform so opposed to their nature? Particularly in a culture such as the Phoenecian -- a culture that clearly separated boys and girls at birth, the former being groomed for a life of warfare, which emphasised strength, willpower, aggression, cruelty and ruthlessness at an early age.
Even boys like Ben, unusually sensitive, thoughtful, and insightful, all feminine traits to begin with would surely struggle to adapt to an art form suited to their female counterparts.
The Empire's answer to this had been the establishment of the College of Dyanissa, a separate school among the feminine colleges to exclusively house and train the male students. The focus of the training being the re-education or feminisation of the boys. To change their mindset, to be more feminine, to think more like women.
Initially this training had been given by the same female tutors who instructed the girls basic tutelage. However it was quickly discovered that by far the most effective tutor was a sexual instructor, Mistress Kyriake, a dominatrix who had served the Temple of Morathi. By using the skills she had learned as a dominatrix to sexually humiliate and dominate the boys, she had made them submissive to her. Mistress Kyriake was able to truly 'feminise' the boys under her by making them perform the sexual feminine role, by penetrating a boys asshole with a strapon combined with rigorous and constant humiliation and domination Kyriake discovered she could produce students totally committed to their art and utterly obedient to their mistress.
Inevitably the next logical step was to replace the dominatrix tutors with Futas. A rare and divine species, Futas had long enjoyed a position of high esteem and privilege within the Empire without ever really occupying a particular role outside of religious ceremonies. When invited to serve in the college preparing teenage boys for a life in the feminine arts, the Futas of the city gleefully flocked to the college.
A domineering, sexually cruel race by nature the Futas loved their work, controlling and feminising the bombastic youths that were so used to fucking slave girls and dominating one another.
For the sensitive and utterly inexperienced Ben the prospect was a daunting one, but one that he nonetheless longed for. Unlike most supplicants to the college Ben had already experienced subservience to Miss Delphine, while all boys were held to a level of respect and compliance to their female tutors, mothers, aunts, family friends, etc Ben's adoration for his tutor went well beyond what was considered masculine. As it happened this experience would serve him well in his new life.
Ben arrived at the college to be greeted by a tall golden blonde haired Futa, dressed in a short, flowing, floral skirt and a loose, deeply cut blouse of the same floral design. The Futa had wonderfully tanned skin, combined with the golden blonde hair it gave her the impression of a golden goddess as she stood proud and radiant in the beaming sunshine. Ben couldn't help but stare at her long golden-brown legs, mesmerising thick thighs and ample exposed cleavage; two huge golden globes barely contained by the loose blouse she wore. She stood with her hands on her hips, she had strong, beautiful golden hands, long fingered and ending in long sharp nails painted an electric pink, which reminded Ben of a predatory beast.
Quickly remembering himself Ben snapped his attention to her face and was equally terrified and excited. She wore a cold, stern expression on her perfectly composed face, as her green eyes pierced him with an icy glare. She had thick angular, dark brows drawn with some cosmetic, some abundant, orange-tanned makeup rendered her complexion flawless, she had high cheekbones and an aquiline nose, her full lips painted a soft pastel peach colour.
"I-" began Ben nervously but she immediately cut him off.
"You are the supplicant Ben" she declared confidently.
"I am" replied Ben quickly, eager to appease the radiant goddess who towered over him.
"It was not a question..." responded the Futa matter-of-factly. "My name is Jenna Sunblessed, you may call me Mistress Jenna, or simply Mistress for sake of convenience. I will be your mistress and you will look upon me as a slave looks upon his master. You will speak when spoken to, ask no question without my leave and answer anything I should ask immediately and to the best of your ability. Failure to comply with my orders will result in severe punishment. I do not tolerate disobedience and will not hesitate to torture you mercilessly should you disobey me. Is that understood?"
Ben was utterly terrified by the glorious, divine creature, her predatory stare and icy tones totally at odds with her radiant appearance. The way her severe voice and harsh glare transfixed him, even in the hot sun he was practically shaking. He opened his mouth but found no words would come out, instead he stood there quaking, his lips mouthing a wordless plea.
