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It was my sixteenth birthday. Like all youths in my society, I knew that this was a special day, a day to which we looked forward all our childhood, the day we became men and women.
Until our sixteenth birthdays, even though we had reached puberty, we were not able to be sexually active, because of a small computer chip, implanted into our brains. On our sixteenth birthday, the chip would be removed, and we were then free to choose mates and copulate freely. Like all boys my age, I dreamed about what it would be like to have sex, and already had ideas about the girls with whom I would most like to do it. All that stood in our way now was The Assessment, at which all sixteen year old males and females were examined to ensure they were worthy of the step into adulthood. This was virtually always a formality, but as we waited outside the big auditorium, into which we would soon all enter, there was a frisson of excitement. It was unthinkable that we would not get the chance to realise our dreams. We were all stripped to our underwear, all the boys wearing bright white jock-straps, many of them displaying large, rock-hard, almost uncontrollable erections, and with their buttocks showing, firm and muscular. The girls all wore pristine white bras, many with their nipples jutting provocatively under the material, and white cotton panties, some noticeably damp, as they too looked forward to their chance to lose their virginity. Suddenly, we heard the trumpet fanfare, and we were called into position, the girls preceding the boys, and soon we were marching into the packed auditorium, to the enthusiastic cheers and applause of twenty thousand people. We waved to any family and friends we could spot through the spotlight glare, then found our way to the approved position, as in the rehearsals. The noise abated as the Assessors entered, three women and two men, dressed in grey robes. There was a noticeable hush as they surrounded the first girl. She was very tall, with long blonde hair, and a near perfect figure. They told her to strip, which she did, revealing large firm breasts and a thin sheen of golden pubic hair. The Assessors began to fondle and probe every part of her body, and I could hear several of the other youths, both male and female begin to breathe heavily with excitement. After a minute or so, the Chief Assessor, an Amazonian woman with masses of long, curly red hair, brought out a device like a remote control, pressed a button, and the chip in the blonde girl’s head was released. She had passed – the first of many, we were sure. The Assessors continued like this down the line of girls, passing them into adult and sexual freedom. I was especially interested when they reached one girl I had noticed earlier. She was slightly plump, but with a pretty face, and beautiful red hair, cut short. I had seen her looking at me earlier, and hoped she might be my first partner for sex later. The Assessors asked her to strip, and she did so, revealing tiny breasts, with almost invisible little pink nipples. As she took off her panties, there was a gasp as she showed her perfectly smooth groin, her thin vaginal crack clearly visible to the crowd. The Assessors probed and fondled as before, and I felt my penis stirring at the thought of doing the same. I didn’t get erections very often, but I was beginning to feel aroused, and could hardly wait for my Assessment. The assessors seemed to pay a lot of attention to red-head, all taking turns to put one or more fingers into her vagina, and to hold it open while the others looked inside. Eventually she was passed, and the Assessors moved on. I gave red-head a little smile, which she returned, and my hopes rose. The assessors passed all the girls, who then looked on as the Assessors moved onto the boys. The procedure was much the same. The boys were ordered to strip, and the Assessors inspected all parts of their bodies, especially the buttocks, penis and scrotum. It was mainly the female Assessors who seemed to look at the genitals, stroking underneath the scrotum, handling the balls, fondling the penis, often pulling back the foreskin or rubbing the glans. The crowd, who had cheered as the girls had undressed, and applauded especially beautiful bodies or large breasts, whooped and hollered their approval as the boys displayed their manhood. The really big ones got special praise, but all received encouragement. The newly passed girls were lining up by the boys they wanted to be their first partner, and once the boys were passed, they began to kiss, fondle and pet heavily, encouraged by the people watching. Finally, the Assessors arrived in front of me. On the order to strip, I lowered my jock-strap. First there was a gasp, then silence, then derisive laughter all around the auditorium. My little penis and balls were shrivelled up into a tiny mound, looking like a raisin and a prune. The other girls and boys gathered around to look, ridicule and laugh, unable to believe that anyone could have such a small set of genitals. The Assessors set about me, one even getting out a magnifying glass to look at my penis. My red-head, who had come to stand near me for when I passed, was just staring and giggling like the rest. The Chief Assessor set about my super-diminutive penis, fondling and stroking until I got an erection. What she did had little effect, but I was still looking at red-head, her tiny breasts and hairless vagina exciting me again, although I feared she had lost all interest in me. One of the male Assessors took out a ruler, measuring me and then shouting to all that it was just 2.3 inches. The Chief Assessor turned to the audience to announce that this was not considered a proper penis, and therefore I could not be passed as a man. As she said this, another of the female Assessors placed a metal contraption over the base of my penis and scrotum, inserted a catheter deeply into my penis, and then the Chief Assessor pressed a different button on her remote control, and I felt sharp blades neatly cut off both my penis and my balls. I heard them hit the floor, and as I looked down at them, the crowd roared the loudest of all roars in delight. I felt a sharp pain another device was shoved up to my now empty groin to cauterise the wound. I looked up at red-head, who smiled at me, then bent down to pick up my severed manhood, and threw it into the crowd, who stamped and cheered for all they were worth. Then she turned to a boy next to her, grabbed his massive erect penis, and guided it into her smooth groin, gasped as he entered her vagina for the first time, and then rode him violently until they both came noisily and emphatically. As she orgasmed, red-head turned to wink at me and smiled again. I was horrified. Not only would I never have my red-head, I would never have full sex with anyone. Just then, red-head released herself from the boy, gestured to me to go over and kneel in front of her. Stunned, I did so, and she grabbed my hair and jammed my head into her wet groin. I realised she wanted me to lick her clean, to taste the other boy’s cum as I used my tongue on her. My humiliation was complete, as I realised that I had been assessed, and been judged unworthy of being called a man.
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