Graduation 10

The day started as always with the lights dimming and the same video playing, Erin and the eighteen other guys in the room sat up straight, school was pretty strict but nothing was more important than the liberation story.

An image of a metal circle sitting horizontal, with a semicircular section hanging down from the bottom appeared on screen.

'500 years ago women of nobility were forced to wear these devices to protect themselves from the predatory male, they suffered in order to keep their womanhood pure.

Because males could not be trusted.

Over time this practice died out, however unspeakable crimes continued to happen and females did not gain autonomy until the late 20th century.'

The picture onscreen changed to that of a woman in a suit

'The equality movement in the late 20th century was the first time in history that females were given equality of opportunity,

They soon proved themselves superior, dominating education and culture, science and business in less than 100 years. however the incidence of sexual violence against them remained high, and to a lesser extent the physical violence between men therefore action had to be taken.'

Again the picture changed to the familiar black circular logo that was displayed in every public building, three letter GYN, it spun slowly

'The GYN party was voted into power on a platform of ending the violence against women. Its two major reforms have laid the foundations for the greatest society woman has ever known, the removal of male suffrage and the restriction of the male sexual organ, the clitoris minor.'

Again the picture changed to that of the sleek government issued defender chastity cage that each of the guys ha been fitted with when they hit puberty.

'We remember the dark past, so that we never return'

'We remember the dark past, so that we never return,' the class chanted in unison

The lights returned and the teacher Ms Renshaw stood up, she was pale skinned, close to 50 and a little overweight. Erin always thought that teacher was too grand a title for her, she did little beyond directing the class to their learning pads, she was lazy and he saw little evidence of intelligence in her.

"Today, is the first of June, and for you, the first June after you have turned eighteen,' She paused to give the moment some gravitas.

'For you all this is your last day of government education. I dare say for most of you of not all, day is your last day of any form of education. Your final lesson will soon begin, in the main hall.'

Again she paused to let the words sink in, this was how Ms Renshaw always spoke, Erin found it incredibly irritating.

'The graduation ceremony is an important day in any males life. I trust you have all prepared. Please remove your clothes and I will lead you out shortly.'

The room buzzed with a mix of anxiety and excitement as the boys begrudgingly stripped down to their government-issued black chastity cages, They were not used to being on display, however the naked caged ale form was a common site in popular media. Erin felt the cool metal pressing against his flaccid cock, a constant presence in his life for the last half dozen years that had become almost a part of him. He couldn't remember a time without it, a silent sentinel that had kept his desires in check since the onset of puberty.

As they were led to the main hall, the sound of their bare feet echoing through the sterile corridors, Erin couldn't help but feel a twinge of resentment towards the system that had shaped his life so strictly.

The main hall was a grandiose space, bedecked with banners displaying the GYN logo and the words 'Purity and Protection' emblazoned in gold lettering. The female students and their mothers sat in neat rows, their eyes gleaming with a mix of curiosity and disdain as the naked, caged young men filed in.

The stage was set with a large podium, wherea holographic projection of the principal, a stern-looking woman with a tight bun and a sharp nose, waited to address the assembly. The anticipation was palpable, each boy's heart racing as they awaited the moment that would symbolize their transition into adulthood.

The graduation ceremony commenced with the projection of the principal speaking about the great achievements of the female-dominated society and the importance of maintaining the peace and purity that the chastity cages had brought. Erin's eyes drifted over the sea of females, all dressed modest attire that hid their feminine curves.

As the headmistress's holographic image concluded her speech, a series of beeps resonated through the hall, signaling the automatic unlocking of the chastity cages.

The males' penises, once confined to the cold steel, emerged limp and unaccustomed to the open air, a symbolic passing of the control that had been transferred upon graduation from their mothers to the state. The room was filled with a mix of gasps and snickers from the female attendees as they observed the vulnerability of the young men. Erin's heart raced, his cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and arousal as his own cage clicked open, exposing his small, shrunken member to the judgmental eyes of the audience. The headmistress's voice boomed over the speakers, Erin tried to ignore the stares, his mind racing with thoughts of what lay ahead in this new stage of his life.

The headmistress's holographic figure strode confidently across the stage, a knowing smirk playing on her lips as she began to speak. "In every health store, you will find aisles stocked with superior, artificial phalluses, the difference is that they are designed for a women pleasure, they are not the redundant clitoris minor that you see in front of you"

The room erupted in laughter from the female students and teachers, their eyes raking over the naked boys with amusement and superiority. Erin's cheeks burned with humiliation as he felt his cock twitch slightly. Despite his anger, a bead of pre-cum formed at the tip, a traitorous response to the mention of those enhanced, synthetic cocks that he knew modern women preferred over the real thing. He glanced around the room, noticing that his classmates were also responding to the headmistress's taunts, their cocks growing slightly despite their best efforts to remain stoic.

The headmistress then called forth the female students one by one, each receiving an ornate box with a government-issue stimulator inside. These sleek, phallic devices were the pinnacle of sexual technology, designed solely for the pleasure of women, it was rumored the devices government manufacturer had a $1 billion annual research budget. Erin watched as the girls eagerly took their seats in front of the male graduates, their eyes glinting with excitement. One by one, their individual successes were announced, each girl's name met with applause and cheers from the audience. The tension in the room was palpable, a mix of anticipation and dread as the girls opened their boxes to reveal the gleaming stimulators. A particularly beautiful girl with long, raven hair and piercing blue eyes made her way to him, a smirk playing on her plump lips. Erin's cock stirred in response, betraying his arousal despite his efforts to remain passive.

The headmistress paused dramatically, her holographic eyes sweeping over the room as she held up one of the stimulators. "Look upon the historic tools of your oppression," she said with a sneer, gesturing to the now uncaged male genitals. The female students giggled, their eyes sparkling with the knowledge of the power they wielded. "Are you intimidated by what you see?"

The girls looked at each other and then back at the podium, their voices rising in a unison of confidence as they recited the mantra they had learned in their female sex-ed classes.

"Size Matters

The stimulator doesn't get tired

The stimulator doesn't talk back!"

The hall reverberated with their laughter, and Erin felt his cock shrink in response to their mockery.

The headmistress nodded with satisfaction, her gaze lingering on the young men's exposed genitals. "You see, my dear females, the true power lies within our control over our own pleasure, and in the tools we have created to ensure that control."

The headmistress raised an eyebrow, a smug smile playing on her lips as she addressed the female students holding their new stimulators. "Very well," she said, "but I must ask, do any of you wish to trade your stimulators for the clitoris minor that you see before you?" A cacophony of giggles and firm "no" filled the hall, as the girls confidently held up their gleaming, technologically advanced toys.

Erin felt a mix of anger and arousal as his cock, now dripping despite its inability to get hard, was met with such dismissal. The headmistress nodded in approval, her holographic gaze lingering on the young men's erections. "As I thought," she said, her voice dripping with condescension. "You understand your place in this society."

With a wave of her hand, the chastity cages around the male graduates' genitals automatically snapped shut with a series of metallic clicks, finalizing the transfer of control from their mothers to the state. The sound echoed through the hall.

The headmistress gestured to the row of private cubicles set up on the side of the stage, each one equipped with a chair and a discreet screen for privacy. "Now, young ladies," she announced, her voice dripping with satisfaction, "it is time to complete your journey to womanhood. Please feel free to test your new gifts in these designated areas." The room buzzed with excitement as the girls eagerly rose from their seats, their stimulators glinting in their hands like trophies of their superiority. They practically skipped to the cubicles, their laughter and whispers filling the air as they disappeared behind the screens.

The headmistress then turned her attention to the mothers and teachers in the audience, her smirk widening. "For the final act of this graduation, we invite the females present to select one of these young men to begin their education in the art of pleasuring a woman. It is your duty to guide them in the right path, ensuring they serve us as intended."

The room grew tense as the women looked over the line of naked, caged graduates. Ms. Renshaw's gaze lingered on Erin, her pupils dilating slightly. Erin's stomach churned as she approached him, her ample breasts jiggling slightly with each step. She grabbed his arm firmly, pulling him towards the seating area.

"You're coming with me," she said, her voice a mix of excitement and authority. Erin felt a strange mix of fear and arousal as she led him away, his cock still trapped in its metal cage, now painfully sensitive from weeks without release. unlike the graduates the mothers performed this ritual in the open, and the sound of zipping and buckling filled the space as the women stripped from the waist down

Ms. Renshaw removed her trousers, revealing her thick, hairy thighs, and gestured for Erin to kneel before her. "Let's see if you can be taught," she purred, her hand sliding down to her own crotch, her plump pussy already glistening with wetness. Erin's heart raced as he realized that his first sexual experience would be under the watchful, dominant eye of his former teacher.

Tis was the first time he had seen a woman naked outside of his sex ed text book, her lips were large and hairy and her clit poked out between them eying him angrily, deep down he understood the raw power of what he was facing.

Erin's face was pushed into the warm, wet folds of Ms. Renshaw's pussy, the musky scent of her feminine essence overwhelming his senses. He had studied about this moment in his sex-ed classes, where the natural, potent odor served as a declaration of female dominance and ownership, his cock pulsing with each soft moan that emanated from the nearby seating where other graduates were likely receiving their own lessons. The sounds grew louder, a symphony of female pleasure that seemed to fuel his own arousal. He tentatively licked along her slit, the taste of her juices coating his tongue and tried to hold back his revulsion as she instructed him to be more attentive. Her flesh was soft and plump under his mouth, bountiful, a stark contrast to the cold, unforgiving steel of his cage.

Ms. Renshaw's grip tightened on the back of Erin's head as she grew more aggressive, her hips bucking against his face with increasing ferocity. The sounds of her wetness smacking against his skin filled the space around them, a raw, animalistic symphony that mirrored the scenes playing out on the chairs around him. The scent of their arousal permeated the air, a heady mix of musk and desire that only served to heighten his own. Despite the discomfort and degradation, he felt an undeniable thrill, his own body betraying him with every stroke of his tongue against Ms. Renshaw's swollen clit. Her breath grew ragged as she reached her peak, her moans turning to grunts of pleasure that sent shockwaves of lust through his body, making his caged cock ache despite his revulsion.

As Erin's head was abruptly pulled away from Ms. Renshaw's pulsating pussy, he gasped for air, his eyes watering from the intense pressure. He looked up to see her smug smile as she wiped her glistening fingers across her lips, savoring the taste o her own arousal mixed with his saliva. His cheeks were flushed, and his chin was wet with her juices. His gaze drifted over to the cubicles, where the female graduates had emerged, watching the spectacle with a mix of amusement and contempt. The sight of their, caged cocks being redundant while the males were used as mere tools for the women's pleasure had apparently been a source of entertainment for them.

They whispered to each other, their eyes gleaming with the excitement of seeing heterosexual sex for the first time as they observed the rough face fucking that Erin and the other male graduates had just endured. The realization that they had been audience to his degradation sent a surge of anger and humiliation coursing through him, but it was quickly overshadowed by the intense need for release that his body was now screaming for. His eyes locked onto the raven-haired girl from earlier, who now had had a relaxed smile playing on her lips

Erin and the other boys were then led to a long table, each one of them feeling the weight of their new reality as they shuffled past the now-dressed female graduates, who watched with a mix of boredom and amusement.

The girls had been given trays with a cold bottle of water, a bowl of berries, and a fluffy towel, the luxuries of post-coital care that were also taught in his male sex ed classes. Erin's hands trembled slightly as he picked up one of the trays, the coolness of the water bottle feeling like a slap in the face of his own unsatisfied desire. As he brought it back to Ms. Renshaw, he couldn't help but notice the entitled look on her face as she took a sip, her eyes never leaving his. He knew his duty was to serve her now, to clean her up and ensure her comfort.

Kneeling before her, Erin gently dabbed the towel against her thighs, wiping away the evidence of his own inadequacy. Her plump pussy glistened in the soft light.

He knew that she had enjoyed herself, her juices still coating her skin and his own mouth evidence enough. The sight of the berries on her tray made his stomach growl, but he was quickly silenced by her sharp look.

As the female students made their way to the graduation breakfast, the room was filled with the sound of their laughter and chatter. he heard one of the female graduates quip, 'they have already eaten'.

The males were told to remain kneeling, sex with a virgin was not something that should be rushed.