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Pete Matthews could hardly believe it when he got the letter with "Harvard University Board of Admissions" as the return address. He didn't have to open it. It was a thick letter, so he knew he was in! As every high school senior in the country knew, a thin letter from a college he or she had applied to meant rejection: one page saying "thanks for your interest, but after careful consideration we feel we cannot offer you a place in our freshman class." A thick envelope, on the other hand, meant that the letter of acceptance was accompanied by various forms for the accepted student to fill out if he or che wished to attend the college in queston. Even so, it was with feverish fingers that Pete tore open the envelope. Sure enough, in addition to a simple letter there were a bunch of forms. He read the letter congratulating him on having been accepted by Harvard and asking him to indicate if he wished to commit himself to going there, and telling him that if he did, to fill out the various forms and send them back. The final paragraph in the acceptance letter said, "students accepted for admission to Harvard are reminded that in accordance with the Penectomy Agreement of Ivy League Colleges all male freshmen will have their penises amputated on the first day of the academic year. This amputation will be carried out in public by female freshmen at a ceremony to take place in Harvard Yard. Persons unwilling to accept this provision should decline this offer of acceptance to attend Harvard College." Pete felt his cock stiffen on reading these words and reached down and fondled it through his pants. "Yikes!" he thought. Actually, that "yikes!" didn't reflect any surprise, and was just a reaction to the decision he had to take. After all, the materials he had received from Harvard in the fall about applying for admission specified very clearly that in order to protect female students, all entering male students were expected to have their penises removed, and this would be carried out by their female counterparts in a public ceremony. The reason for the public ceremony was to emphasize Harvard's commitment to the principle that women are superior to men in all ways and should totally control their lives. Indeed the application brochure had stated clearly, "in addition to providing academic training, Harvard seeks to inculcate in all ways the principle of female superiority/supremacy and male inferiority/subordination." None of this was surprising. As few as five years ago it would have been, but there had been a dramatic shift in society's view regarding the proper relationship between women and men. Pete had no problem with that shift at all. As for losing his penis...well, that was quite a step, but he figured the ceremony could actually be fun. He knew he would have no problem on this subject with his parents. At the time of his application to Harvard he had discussed the penectomy clause (common to all Ivy League colleges and many others) with them at length, and they were fully supportive. Naturally the key support was his mother's, since she had totally taken command in the marriage over the past five years, like almost all other married women. But the fact that his father had had a penectomy a few months before made his understanding important to Pete too. he started filling out the forms accompanying the acceptance letter. * * * Judy O'Reilly was as thrilled as Pete was about her acceptance at Harvard, but her letter was slightly different. Its final paragraph read, "in the event that you choose to attend Harvard, you will be expected to report a week before the beginning of the academic year for penectomy training to use in the public penectomy ceremony to be performed on all male freshmen. Training will consist of sham penectomies performed on rubber penises, plus viewing of videos of penectomies to overcome any latent squeamishness. "Squeamishness?" she thought, "what girl could be squeamish about chopping off a cock?" *** It was a glorious September day, perfect New England fall weather. The summer in Boston is way too hot, the winter way too cold, and the spring way too short. But fall is glorious. There in Harvard Yard the new freshman class was assembled. It was an assembly that a few years ago would have belonged to some underground scene, but now was mainstream, and indeed televised. Each male freshman stood in a line with his penis stretched out on a chopping block resting on one of a series of long tables. In front of each one stood a female freshman armed with a meat cleaver. In accordance with instructions and their own desires, the young women were carefully, made up to emphasize the glory of their superior Femininity. Each wore provocative clothing, such as tight blouses highlighting their "supremacy globes" (breasts). The mere sight of those young women with their penis-chopping equipment had already made most of the cocks at least semi-stiff, and some males had really hard erections. That was certainly Pete's case. Judy stepped forward and looked him in the eyes. In that moment they both knew it was the miracle of love at first sight. Pete's doomed cock turned hard as a rock, lifting fully off of the chopping block. Judy started stroking it, concentrating on the area between the glans and the shaft. Pete groaned. From her week of training, Judy knew just what she wanted. She sensed the moment of Pete's climax coming, and as his cock quivered and started to spurt, the brought the cleaver down with one clean stroke, burying it in the chopping block and separating the penis a half inch from the base. As she tossed the quickly softening severed organ into a garbage pail next to them, she looked him very intently in the eyes and said, "you're mine, lover boy. I'll have those balls off of you before we graduate." Despite the lancing pain Pete could only think of how lucky he was to have been accepted by Harvard and have met this glorious young WOMAN, and using for the first time the phrase that would be a many-times-a-day standard in the future marriage he so clearly envisioned, he said submissively, "yes dear, anything you say." |