A Day in the Life of Jason Newberry

Life isn't so great for men in the Year 2198

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Prologue

Excerpt from "The Handling of males in the coming Century" 
published by The US Department of Male Affairs in 2198.

Any discussion regarding the methods of handling males would be 
deficient in the absence of historical context.  As hard as it is 
to believe, up until the beginning of the 21st century, males were 
the "dominant" sex in virtually all cultures throughout the world.  
We know from the historical record the havoc and chaos the world 
was suffering from during this period of male "reign" - wars, 
famines, ethnic hatred and the like had been a staple of humanity 
for all of history.  Of course the oppression which was endured by 
women was almost beyond belief.

Gradually, the natural superiority of women began to emerge and 
women began to claim their dominance. The decades between 2010 and 
2080 saw societal changes of almost unimaginable magnitude.  
Finally, after the Gender Wars of the late 2080's, when some males 
launched a pitiful attempt to reclaim authority, women secured 
power and began to fashion the precursor of the civilized society 
which we enjoy today.  

It was only natural that in their celebration of their final 
victory that some excesses would occur.  We have all seen old 
videos of the bands of roving vigilantes who castrated on the spot 
any males they found, in some cases abducting them from women who 
were themselves on their way to have them castrated.  The Taylor 
Laws of 2098, which forced the castration of all males over 
fourteen, were emblematic of what can happen when cooler heads do 
not prevail.  Of course, the drafters of the Taylor Laws were on 
the right track - we now know that a male should ultimately be 
castrated at some point but it must be remembered that some males 
have different rates of development.

With all the knowledge that modern science has on males, there is 
no reason why every women should not have a smoothly running home, 
with all the males under her guardianship serving her needs to 
enable her to be a productive citizen.  Despite the courses given 
in high school, many women are unsure how to handle males when they 
are married and have two or three husbands.  A disturbing trend 
towards excessive punishment of males has been noticed in the last 
decade.  While discipline and an occasional spanking or well-placed 
knee to the groin can help to make a more obedient male, even these 
tools must be used wisely and in moderation.  

Many women make the mistake of expecting too much from their 
husbands.  As we all know, the male mind works in a very different 
and less efficient fashion than that of a female, or even a free 
eunuch.  Males are first and foremost controlled by their 
genitals.  Under the firm guidance of a female a male can become 
very adept at rote tasks and in some cases can be taught the skills 
necessary to function in such jobs as lab workers or bookkeepers.  
However, it still must be stressed that there is a limit as to what 
males can accomplish given their limited intellects.  Some women 
give their husbands responsibility and then punish them severely 
when they fail.  The truth is that males just are simply not able 
to handle responsibility.

In conclusion, women should remember that the males have an 
important role in today’s world.  Their service allows women to be 
free to create and explore, improving the world in which we live. 

Jason finished drying himself off and placed the towel on the 
rack.  It had been a rough night.  He had spent the whole night 
with Mistress Helen and she had been very horny.  She had returned 
home late from a business trip and entered the bedroom where Jason 
and her three other husbands slept.  She ordered Jason, William and 
Robert into her bedroom.  She let Thomas, her other husband sleep.  
Not that it mattered since Thomas was a eunuch, having been 
castrated thirteen years ago when Mistress Helen's daughter was 
born.  The boys had entered her bedroom with some trepidation.  
Once there, she watched as William and Robert fucked each other as 
she ordered.  She then strapped on her dildo and screwed them, 
afterwards sending them back to their bedroom.  She had actually 
been fairly gentle with Jason, although his shoulders were bruised 
from where she had grabbed him while riding him.

He sighed inwardly as he thought about the coming day.  His 
daughter, Mistress Susan was off from school, it being Pat 
Buchanan's Birthday, which was celebrated as a National Holiday.  
The small amount of history that males took in high school had 
almost mockingly emphasized how Patrick Buchanan's presidency in 
2004 had been the impetus for the formation of what had ultimately 
become the current female powerful structure.  

Buchanan had swept to a stunning victory in 2004 on the heels of a 
recession that had begun in 2001.  Amazingly enough, at that time, 
90% of Congress had been male.  One of the first elements of his 
presidency had been the repeal of abortion rights.  A backlash 
began to occur, and even some women who previously had been 
stridently anti-abortion joined the feminist ranks when they 
realized that the Religious Right intended to roll the clock back 
regarding all women's rights.  This led to the formation of the 
Women's Party.  In 2006, 20 new female member of Congress were 
elected.  In 2008, Lucille Harris, the first female Vice President 
was elected.  When the new president died midterm, she took 
office.  After her second term had finished in 2020, fully 75% of 
the members of Congress were female.  Women had finally begun to 
equally share power with men.  An era took place where men and 
women seemed to treat each other with greater respect than anytime 
in history.  

Gradually, the balance of power began to tip in the favor of 
women.  Women filled most executive jobs, with men increasingly 
becoming teachers, secretaries, nurses, etc.  Many men stayed at 
home and took care of the children, sometimes because they desired 
to, but more often because their wives insisted that they do so.  
In the elementary schools, empowered girls became more aggressive, 
competing in sports with a fervor previously unheard of.  Older 
girls got into vigorous weight training, treating it almost as a 
religion.  Meanwhile, boys became less aggressive, eschewing most 
contact sports.  For a while, football and wrestling became coed, 
and eventually only for women.

By 2050, women were the dominant sex.  Because of women's fanatical 
devotion to weight training, men were now clearly the weaker sex.  
Males became more passive, while women were more and more 
aggressive.   Nowhere were the changes more pronounced than in the 
schools.  At a high school in California, the members of the 
football team wondered why they should not have male cheerleaders.  
Since girls were cheerleaders when boys played football, shouldn't 
the reverse be true?  A dozen of the girls managed to coax, bribe 
and in some case threaten their boyfriends into wearing the old 
cheerleader uniforms, complete with skirts and saddle shoes.  The 
newspapers picked up the story, and it wasn't too long before 
teenage boys were wearing skirts and dresses.  Only five years 
later, the New York City Catholic schools showed off its new 
mandated school uniform for boys: plaid skirt, with a white blouse 
and navy jacket.  After another ten years, males everywhere wore 
skirts and dresses, high-heeled shoes and used make-up and 
perfume.  Many offices had a policy that forbid males to wear 
pants. 

Major societal changes were occurring as well.  The "glass ceiling" 
had completely disappeared - for women, at least!  It was replaced 
by one for men.  Rape, and indeed virtually all violence against 
women, had almost completely disappeared.  However, violent crime 
against men was becoming rampant, as male rape had reached epidemic 
proportions and husband beating was on the rise.  The teenage girls 
were the worst of all - most of them seemed to have total contempt 
for men, seeing them as little more than sex objects.  The abuse 
experienced by high school boys at the hands of the girls forced 
authorities to reconsider coed education.  Separate new schools 
were built for the girls.  Boys' high schools became more 
like "finishing schools", with most of the emphasis being on the 
skills a boy would need to be a good husband.  Academics were 
strongly discouraged, the thinking being that boys simply did not 
have the intellectual capacity for math, science and the like.

After 75 years women had complete control.   At almost no level of 
society was there a point where a man would have any authority over 
a woman.  Laws were passed to "protect" males which stripped away 
most of their rights.  For their part, women seemed to become more 
viscous than ever in their treatment of men.  It was no longer 
socially acceptable for a male to live alone (nor was it safe), so 
men stayed with their parents until they were married. Many women 
treated their husbands like slaves, beating them for the smallest 
sign of disobedience.  Males had very little control over their own 
lives.  The preferred look for a man was the soft, rounded look.  
Most women forced their husbands to wear large breasts of some 
kind.  Plastic surgeons could not keep up with the demand, and many 
women kept their husbands on massive doses of estrogen.  Strict 
laws were adopted, barring males from wearing pants or any 
other “unmasculine” clothing.  

Women were developing increasingly aggressive sexual tastes.  For 
the first time in history, they were the sexual aggressors. They 
saw the male role in sexual activity as serving primarily as a 
pleasure instrument for women.  While "regular" intercourse was 
still popular, many women supplemented that activity by screwing 
their men with large strap-on dildoes.  Male prostitution became 
common, and strip bars featuring men with huge artificial breasts 
were very popular with women.

Two inventors had developed the first version of the "belt".  It 
was, for all intensive purposes, a male chastity belt.  At first it 
was promoted as a safety device for men because no male wearing one 
could be raped.  The early models were extremely uncomfortable and 
only the most sadistic women forced their husbands or boyfriends to 
wear them.  After fine tuning the product to make them more 
comfortable, the government had issued their first advisory 
recommending that men wear one if they were going to be out alone.  
Within five years it was compulsory and all males were fitted with 
a belt when they finished high school. 

Estrogen-B was developed in 2080.  A kind of "hormone cocktail", it 
was an amazing drug, giving its user large, firm incredibly breasts 
and full rounded buttocks with just a few doses.  It was found that 
after only three doses, the body took over and began to produce it 
naturally. Unlike regular estrogen, it did not affect a male's 
sexual functions - in fact, a side effect was that it increased 
penis size.  After using it, most men developed C or D-size 
breasts, although in some cases even larger sized breasts could 
develop.  A side effect was that it weakened the user and caused 
general muscle reduction, to the point that most adult males had 
about the same strength as a ten-year old girl.
 
In 2085, a Men's Liberation movement began in California.  Seen as 
little more than a joke by women, it boasted over 400,000 members 
by 2090.  It tried, rather ineffectively, to lobby members of 
Congress to protect those rights that men still had.  The group 
became more radical and in the mid 2090's began to engage in 
terrorist activities.  The female authorities responded with a 
crackdown that only further escalated the situation.  A dramatic 
increase occurred in the number of husbands murdering their wives 
and then claiming "battered husbands" syndrome as a defense.  In 
2095, Martial Law was declared, the Men's Liberation movement was 
officially banned and its member's rounded up and jailed.   It was 
a subject of hot debate among women over what to do with these 
renegade males.  President Janice Jones was encouraged to give them 
amnesty and put the incident behind the country.  Instead she used 
her almost unlimited authority under Martial Law to sentence all 
members of the Men's Liberation movement, both past and present, to 
be castrated.  Many men who were merely sympathizers of the 
movement were also castrated.  In the space of six months, almost 
three million males were emasculated.  

After that incident, women had unbridled control over men.  Males 
became more docile and subservient, and increasingly fearful of 
women.  In the 2110's a series of amendments were passed which 
deprived men of virtually all rights.  The rights to vote and to 
own property were the first to go.  Finally, in 2118 the Goldwoman 
Bill had passed.  It legally classified all males of any age as 
juveniles. It also placed all males under the guardianship of the 
nearest female relative over the age of twelve.  This applied to 
all aspects of a man's life including matters of finances, 
employment, and even health.  No male could be employed unless 
approved by his guardian; conversely any male could be forced to 
work any job so long as it did not endanger his health.  Males were 
required to carry a pass from his guardian at all times when 
appearing in public.  

The passage of the Goldwoman Bill was the point at which men ceased 
to have any control over their own lives.  Prior to the bill's 
passage, it had become increasingly popular for some doctors to 
recommend castration for urological and certain psychiatric 
disorders.  And while the number of such operations had continued 
to climb over the years, the requirement of a doctor's 
certification had checked the increase.  The Goldwoman Bill had 
changed all that. Women could have any male under her official 
guardianship castrated for any reason - or no reason.  Within five 
years approximately 50% of the adult male population of the United 
States had been castrated.  The operation had been simplified to 
the point where technicians were doing it and all insurance plans 
covered it completely.  It was not uncommon for a man to wake up 
and, with no warning whatsoever, have his wife announce to him that 
she had made an appointment for him to be castrated at the clinic 
that morning. Often the women dropped their husbands off and picked 
them up when they were done.  A man in that position had no 
recourse - he could plead with his wife but that almost never did 
any good. 

A major scientific advancement occurred in 2125 that permanently 
altered society.  An artificial womb had been developed that freed 
women from having the ultimate responsibility for reproduction.  
Around the same time, most states had rewritten their civil codes 
to allow women to have multiple husbands.  It had begun to be 
recognized that women's increasing awareness of their sexual 
assertiveness combined with the overall weakness of men required 
many women to have multiple partners.  The development of the 
artificial womb was the solution to the "male shortage" problem, 
arising from successful women having multiple husbands leaving the 
remaining women to have to select from a dwindling supply of men.  
The US government at first had officially set a goal of two males 
born for every female. Over time, this changed to three males for 
every female. Other countries quickly followed suit, with male to 
female ratios of up to five to one.  In the year 2160, it was 
estimated that 80% of all humans being born were males. That was 
also the first appearance of Free Eunuchs.  They were males who had 
been castrated at birth and were accorded full citizenship rights. 

Once married, any thoughts of independence quickly vanished for a 
man.  Women controlled every aspect of their husband's lives.  
According to the law, men were required to obey their wives.  The 
slightest sign of disobedience would usually result in a beating, 
and many women would not hesitate to castrate their husbands for 
minor transgressions.  It could be very tough for some men to 
adjust to the way some women treated them.  For example, while 
males traditionally were forbidden to wear clothes while inside the 
home, many women forced them to go naked outside the home, weather 
permitting. It could be a bit of a shock for a boy the first time 
his wife brought home friends from work. A lot of women had no 
compunction about offering their husbands or boyfriends for the 
sexual pleasure of their work or social friends. 

Sex was the one area that took the most adjusting for men.  No 
amount of high school sex education could prepare a man for his 
future sex life.  Some women had very little interest in sexual 
intercourse or, if they did, more easily reached orgasm when their 
husbands did not come.  In fact, it had become very fashionable for 
women to make sure their husbands did not have an orgasm.  The 
sexual aggressiveness of most of the younger women was almost 
unbelievable.   One sex manual showed women how to screw three men 
at once, using a strap-on for the middle and holding a dildo in 
each hand, making sure to get all fifteen inches in with each 
thrust (in fact, the slang for this position was "forty-fivin the 
boys").  Oral sex on demand was something a man had to get used 
to.  Most difficult of all for many boys was the prospect of sex 
with another man.  Women seemed to find that very erotic, and it 
was not uncommon for a woman to watch for long periods of time as 
her husbands were forced to perform almost ever imaginable sex act 
with each other. 

It was into this world that Jason Newberry had been born in 2177.  
Raised in the Nashville District 16 Male Development Center, he had 
been married to Mistress Helen Frazier for three months.  

Jason got into position along with the rest of the boys and 
waited.  Nude, like all the other boys, he shivered slightly from 
the draft.  The Men's Health Center was poorly built, but that was 
to be expected.  Women were not likely to spend much for a building 
that was used by males.  "Place your hands and feet in the 
restraints and grasp the bar", the stern female voice blared over 
the intercom.  He inserted his feet into the stirrups and placed 
his hand through the restraints and firmly grasped the bar. After 
about a minute, he heard the click signifying that the boys were 
locked into position.  He bent over as the bar was mechanically 
lowered.  It stopped when it was at knee level, forcing him to lean 
way over.  Bending way over like that, he saw that lying on the 
tile floor were several sets of male genitals.  Jason hated 
December collections – many women waited until the end of the year 
to have their males castrated.  They were probably left over from 
earlier collections.  He guessed that they would be gathered up at 
the end of the day and sold to the pet food manufacturers - like 
many wealthy women, Mistress Helen would only feed her dogs food 
made from 100% human male genitals.  Jason had the pleasure of 
opening up the cans and seeing the mashed testicles and penises.

The position was tough for a boy built like Jason, since his 
massive DD breasts made him so top-heavy.  He looked at the boy 
directly across from him and saw that he was already wearing the 
tattoo that identified him as a Eunuch.  He hoped that the boy 
would be castrated surgically - it always gave Jason a chill to 
have to watch another male be castrated.  Males were tattooed four 
times in their lives - at birth, after their Rite of Passage, when 
they were married, and when they were castrated.  The tattoos were 
on the left cheek and each one had a purpose.  At birth they were 
tattooed with their Federal Identification Number, which would 
allow him to be tracked his whole life.  After he had experienced 
the Rite of Passage, he was tattooed in order to let women know he 
was no longer a virgin.  If a woman had any sexual contact with a 
boy who did not have that tattoo she would be brought up on 
statutory rape charges, and the punishment for that was ten years 
in prison.  The tattoo a boy received when he was married 
identified him as the property of his wife.  Finally, when a boy 
was castrated he was tattooed so women would know that he was a 
eunuch.  Lately, it had become fashionable for women to have their 
boys' faces tattooed permanently with makeup.  Most women had their 
husbands make themselves up very elaborately, and Mistress Helen 
was no different.  Jason spent an hour each morning on his face and 
hair.  He was considered to be a beautiful boy, with his almond 
shaped eyes and jet-black hair. 

Just three months ago he had graduated from high school.  Mistress 
Helen had placed a bid on him the day after graduation and he had 
been married only three weeks later, on his 21st birthday.    She 
had immediately given him supplemental doses of Estrogen-B, and he 
had quickly gone from a D to a DD cup bra. In addition, the 
increased dosage of hormones had given him a large, rounded 
rearend.  The more he thought about it, the more he realized that 
he was becoming mostly tits and ass. 

At work the women were constantly squeezing his breasts and 
buttocks.  Of course the outfits the men wore didn't help things - 
bikini briefs and a tiny halter-top.  Actually, Jason realized that 
he was somewhat fortunate to be allowed to wear any clothes to 
work.  Many offices no longer permitted males to wear any clothing 
except for their belts and high-heeled shoes.  Last week Mr. Paul, 
his immediate supervisor, had told him to go to the office of the 
President.   He had been in the cafeteria, silently eating his meal 
(the company did not permit males to talk unless first spoken to by 
a female).  When he got there he saw three other boys, all naked, 
bent over her desk.  Naturally, Jason's employment contract 
contained the standard clause requiring him to submit sexually to 
any female employed at his company.  She ordered him to get into 
position, telling him that she always liked to "try out the new 
boys".   She spent the next hour screwing the four boys with a 
fifteen-inch dildo, all the time mauling their breasts.  

Jason thought back to his "wedding".  The Church was filled with 
Mistress Helen's friends and family.  The women looked so imposing 
while the cowed naked males knelt fearfully at their feet.  The 
Priestess had asked the traditional vows of Jason - "Do you promise 
to submit, obey and serve?” to which he nodded in the affirmative 
from his position on the floor. (naturally, males were absolutely 
forbidden to speak at any time in a Church).  As Mistress Helen 
menacingly stood over him, straddling his prone figure, she 
promised to protect him from harm, and the Priestess had then 
delivered a sermon on the wisdom of God and the ways in which she 
had made the natural order of females and males.

She had stated that the three primary characteristics nature had 
given women were intelligence, strength and drive to succeed.  She 
went on to say that while these were obviously not characteristics 
found in males (the women had all laughed loudly at that point), 
there were other qualities found in men that could benefit 
society.  Since their minds were very simple, they were good at 
repetitive tasks not requiring much intelligence.  They also had 
physical attributes that allowed them to provide pleasure to 
women.  She then explained that men required discipline because of 
their simpler minds, and that they could best serve society by 
serving their mistresses.  In addition, since men were inherently 
weak, they needed the physical protection of women.  

After the sermon ended, the Priestess and Mistress Helen had went 
over to the altar and signaled to Jason to join them. He got up on 
his knees and crawled over to them.  After kissing their feet, all 
of the women and Jason rose to their feet, Jason slouching to 
ensure that he was still lower than any female present.  The 
Priestess than had both Mistress Helen and Jason sign the paper 
transferring formal guardianship of Jason from his mother state to 
Mistress Helen.  Of course Jason's signature was meaningless, since 
all males were legally classified as juveniles and could not be 
party to any contract.  The term “guardianship” was actually a 
misnomer – the Male Omnibus Bill of 2150 legally classified all 
males as property.

Once the marriage contract had been signed, the Priestess had 
ordered Jason to stand in front of Mistress Helen and then had 
sternly told him that a husband sometimes needed to be reminded of 
his marital duty to obey his wife.  Mistress Helen had then driven 
her knee firmly into his crotch.  Clutching himself, Jason looked 
up through his pain and saw that all the boys present were 
receiving similar treatment from the women.

Now that the boys were all in position, a technician came around to 
each boy and released their cockbelts, freeing their penises from 
the tube that kept it firmly in place.  Naturally the technician 
was one of the many Free Eunuchs who worked in the Men's health 
Center.  He came over to Jason and said in a sarcastic tone "Make 
yourself comfortable, you still have a few minutes before the fun 
begins".  Jason sometimes wished that he had been born a Free 
Eunuch.  Castrated at birth, they also were citizens with the right 
to vote, own property, and even drive a car.  Most worked in jobs 
where they supervised males, women generally feeling that it was 
beneath them to have to deal with males directly.  While women 
usually had contempt for males, Free Eunuchs actually seemed to 
despise them.  

The technician released Jason's belt, and all but ripped it off 
him, the metal painfully rubbing against his skin.  Mistress Helen 
had all her husbands except Thomas, who had already been castrated, 
fitted with the classic "Peace of Mind" belt.  This type of belt 
had been popular for decades, its name actually coming from the 
fact that when it had been invented over 75 years ago, males were 
being raped at an astonishing rate.  Of course, at that time in 
history men were permitted to a certain amount of freedom.  The 
Goldwoman Laws had changed all that, placing men under the control 
of women in all aspects of life.  In response to the rape epidemic, 
a team of inventors had developed the "Peace of Mind" belt.  It 
consisted of an aluminum belt that went around the waist and a 
plastic "sack" which held the testicles terminating in a tube into 
which the penis was inserted.  Finally, a light metal sheet was 
locked into place that covered the buttocks.  Later refinements 
made the belts much lighter and smaller, and of course now the 
standard model had a huge latex dildo plug.  Jason wondered why 
women forced men to wear them since rape was no longer a crime. He 
then fastened the collection tube to each boy's penis.  Jason was 
there with two other husbands of his mistress.  

Mistress Helen's daughter Susan had brought them over and sat in 
front of them, reading a magazine.  Although she was only 13, she 
worked out constantly and was incredibly strong, and, like most 
young girls, had total contempt for most males.  All of the boys 
except Thomas were terrified of Susan.  Thomas had been castrated 
the week before Susan was born.  He had graduated from high school 
only two months earlier and was just 21 at the time, but like most 
women Mistress Helen had decided she wanted a eunuch to raise her 
daughter.  Eunuchs seemed to be so good with children.  

Just last month Susan had her thirteenth birthday, reaching the Age 
of Majority.  This was the most important day of a woman's life - 
once a girl reached the age of majority she was entitled to all the 
privileges of any adult female.  It was also the first day of a 
woman's sexual awakening.  He remembered that day very well.  
Mistress Helen had been called away out of town on emergency 
business and Susan was left in charge.  She had come home from 
school and her four dads were kneeling in the living room as she 
opened the front door and strode in.  Each man crawled over to kiss 
her feet, as any man was required to greet a female of age while in 
her house.  She gave them permission to rise, unbelted them, and 
then ordered all of them except Thomas to line up against the 
wall.  Susan then approached each boy, who of course had his eyes 
appropriately on the ground.  Without saying a word, she drove her 
knee squarely into their groins.  The boys collapsed and howled in 
pain.  Fifteen minutes later she had returned, rebelted them and 
told them that she was a firm believer that males needed regular 
discipline.

Later that night she had gone out to celebrate with friends At 7 PM 
she had ordered all her fathers to their bedroom and locked them in 
for the night.  The bedroom was a large room with two small bunk 
beds, which the boys had to share.  There were also two king-size 
beds that were off-limits to the boys without a female present.  At 
2 AM Susan and her friend Sharon had come home stinking drunk and 
unlocked the bedroom door.  Both of the girls sported gigantic 
dildos - each must have been 18 inches long.  They grabbed the boys 
by their hair, opened their belts, removed their dildo plugs and 
brutally raped them.  They then rebelted the boys, first inserting 
a huge vibrating dildo plug into each of their rectums.  

The next week Jason had been scrubbing the kitchen floor on his 
hands and knees when Susan had returned home from school and walked 
into the kitchen.  He kept his eyes low and began to crawl over to 
her to kiss her feet.  She told him curtly to get back to his 
chores.  He returned to scrubbing the floor as Susan went upstairs 
to her room.  A few minutes later she came up from behind him and 
placed her thumb over the locking mechanism.  The belt recognized 
her thumbprint and immediately released, and then he could feel 
something brush up against his naked buttocks.  Like most women, 
Mistress Helen did not permit her husbands to wear clothes while 
inside the house.  Susan roughly told him to stay on his hands and 
knees, and then grabbed him by his hair firmly as she impaled him 
with a massive dildo.  As tears welled up in his eyes, she told him 
to get used to this treatment.  She continued to plow into his 
tortured rectum for half an hour, orgasming a half dozen times.  
All the while she had squeezed his large breasts painfully.  She 
rammed him savagely one last time and then, finally, she got up to 
leave.  "Daddy, you missed a spot on the floor", she said with a 
chuckle as she left the room.

Fortunately Susan had begun her freshwoman year in high school and 
began her first sex education class the very next week.  She had 
chosen her three boys for her sex education classes.  These boys 
had been among the thirty boys who had undergone the Rite of 
Passage with Susan and nine of her female classmates.  For a girl 
the entire class was the lab session - a girl only had to concern 
herself with her own pleasure.  For boys, there was a two-hour 
class in methods of pleasing a woman.  This was the most important 
class a boy could take - a man who did not please his wife could 
expect to lose his balls very quickly.  Jason had seen the boys 
after a session with Susan and he felt sorry for them.   Most of 
the boys were still sobbing or crying out when Susan fucked or beat 
them, which only further infuriated her.  They did not yet realize 
that silence was expected from males except when asked a direct 
question.  Most women strongly believed in the old adage that men 
should be seen not heard.  The boys were probably in shock, not yet 
realizing that this was a vision of how the rest of their life 
would be.

He thought back to his Rite of Passage and his school years.  He 
could still remember being seven and starting kindergarten.  He had 
liked the frilly pink dress that the boys wore as a uniform, but he 
wondered why the girls, younger and much smaller than the boys, 
were always favored by the teacher.  Things were not that bad for 
the first couple of years.  Even in middle school, the girls were 
seemed to treat boys with a certain amount of respect.  

The summer prior to seventh grade, when Jason was 14, his mother 
had started him on his Estrogen-B shots. Only one week later, after 
a series of shots, Jason's noticed a puffiness around his nipples.  
Another week later he had the beginnings of breasts and his nipples 
had started to enlarge.  Six weeks more and he had a pair of firm D 
cup breasts with nipples as big as silver dollars, and a large 
rounded ass.  When he had started school that fall, everything was 
different.  The uniforms the boys wore were miniskirts with tight 
white blouses, and high-heeled shoes with three-inch heels.  Boys 
no longer took academic classes – all classes were Home Economics 
or health.

His first day of high school had been a nightmare, just as it was 
for any other boy.    The three hundred boys and one hundred girls 
entering their first year of high school had been herded into the 
auditorium for an orientation.  Males stood in the back while the 
girls sat.  He had been dismayed to find that much of the school 
was off-limits to males.  There they were given a list of rules and 
regulations.  All females were to be addressed as "Mistress".   
Males were not permitted to speak unless first spoken to by a 
female or a teacher.  Like most schools, the boys wore uniforms 
that were picked by the girls.  The principal, Mistress Catherine, 
informed the boys that the four hundred girls who attended the 
school had chosen uniforms and several boys had been selected to 
model them.   Jason had been horrified to see that the uniforms 
were little more than bikinis and black pumps with four-inch spike 
heels.  He and the other boys had quickly realized the extent to 
which women called the shots.

 Most of the classes for boys were Home Economics, with sewing and 
cooking and the like.  The entire curriculum for males was oriented 
towards how they could be good husbands to their mistresses, and 
this was stressed during the first day of class.  There was a 
physical education class that also included basic nutrition - a boy 
knew he had to keep his figure trim after he was married.  Jason 
remembered the old joke that there were no fat males, just fat 
eunuchs.

Jason, like the other boys, had endured his first week of high 
school, thinking it could only improve.   The boys were subject to 
constant harassment and taunting at the hands of the girls, and 
there was nothing they could do about it.  The second weekend they 
had been told to pack a bag for a weekend field trip.  Not given 
any more information, Jason and 29 other classmates had been driven 
to what appeared to be an old army barracks.  Exhausted, they had 
been sound asleep when suddenly the doors burst open and a group of 
muscular young women had appeared.  Jason recognized one of them as 
the girl who had accosted him in the hall at school during the week 
and painfully pinched his buttocks.  The girls rushed in and 
grabbed the boys nearest the door off their beds and ripped off 
their nightgowns.  They threw them to the floor and began to molest 
them.  A few of the boys ran towards the door but just as they got 
there one of the girls moved a large dresser in front of it.   

Jason had suddenly heard a loud whistle and all the girls rose to 
their feet, as if on cue.  She stood there with a smile on her 
face, hands on her hips.  She watched two boys struggled to move 
the dresser, but they were unable to even budge it.  "Go ahead, 
give it your best try.  Use all the strength you have", she said 
with a chuckle.  

As the sobbing boys vainly tried to move the dresser, the girl who 
had whistled spoke again.  "We can do this the easy way or the hard 
way", she said.  "My buddies and I", she motioned toward the other 
girls, "have heard that you boys are virgins and we would just love 
to pop your cherries".  She reached over and picked up a large bag 
that one of the girls had brought and took out two items: a massive 
dildo, which she strapped on, and a pair of garden shears.  "You 
can resist and get beaten and then we'll screw you, or you can 
accept your fate.  Either way, we're gonna ream you."  She grabbed 
the nearest boy by his long auburn hair, ripped off his nightgown 
and threw him face down on the nearest bed.  "Now the rest of you 
pathetic wimps have one minute to get your asses in position – 
otherwise I might just have to use these", she said with a snarl, 
pointing at the shears.  The terrified, whimpering boys, resigned 
to their fates, all did as ordered.   Each girl strapped on a huge 
dildo, and for the next three hours, the ten girls raped the 
weeping boys. 

The girls kept the boys locked in for the whole weekend, finally 
leaving late on Sunday night.  Most of the weekend was a blur to 
Jason and the other boys.  He guessed that he had been raped at 
least twenty times.   When the girls tired of using them sexually, 
they forced the boys to have sex with each other or beat them.

The following week, Jason was one of ten boys pulled from class and 
used as demonstration models for a seventh grade girls’ biology 
class.  Each of the 17 year old boys were forced to stand naked in 
front of a 12 year old girl while she poked, prodded and squeezed 
them.   

Once a month Jason and two of Mistress Helen's other husbands went 
down to the men's health clinic and underwent a collection.  By 
law, all males 21 and over who had not yet been castrated were 
required to undergo a collection once each month. The men's health 
clinics were huge buildings, providing virtually all types of 
health care to males.  Since they treated only males the facilities 
were very basic with no amenities.  They were built warehouse-
style, with two enormous rooms.  The rooms were totally open, as 
the concept of privacy did not exist for males.  One room was the 
medical ward, where men were treated for medical problems.  The 
majority of the boys there were in for a simple castration, 
although some were there for minor surgery such as an 
appendectomy.  The doctors and technicians, all female or free 
eunuchs of course, made no secret of how much they despised their 
patients.  By law, all males inside the clinic must be nude except 
for their belt at all time, and that included the nurses.  

The other room was the collection room, where at any given time 
there would be more than one thousand boys in the same situation he 
was.  Just then, he heard a whirring noise and Jason knew the 
collection would be starting.  He felt the enormous dildo enter his 
rectum and it began moving up and found his prostate.  It then 
stopped moving forward and began to quiver at fast rate.  He was 
always shocked at the mixture of pain and pleasure, and, despite 
himself, he began to sob and wail like the other boys around him.  
He looked up and could see a group of young girls, probably on a 
field trip, looking over at his group and pointing and laughing.

Just after Jason ejaculated he suddenly saw a doctor trailed by a 
nurse coming toward him.  For a second he was afraid that Mistress 
Helen had decided to have him castrated.  Then he remembered the 
boy across from him.  The doctor stopped as she reached the young 
boy. "Don't move", she ordered, and took out a syringe and injected 
him in his lower abdomen.  The boy began to cry as he realized what 
was about to happen.  The doctor slapped him across the face, 
looked at her watch and waited approximately two minutes for the 
powerful anaesthetic to take effect and then held out her hands 
while the nurse put on a pair of latex gloves over them.  She then 
reached over, firmly grabbed the boy's penis and testicles, took 
out a huge pair of surgical shears and casually snipped off the 
unfortunate boy's genitals.  He looked in horror as the severed 
parts fell into the floor. 

Susan walked over to meet the boys, rebelted and plugged them and 
led them to the front desk.  She went over to the receptionist to 
check out. "These two sluts are done and the other will be staying 
the night.  Their numbers are HP-2165 and HP-2167.  Now bring their 
clothing bags to me immediately.” Susan ordered.   Of course, the 
boys' ID numbers were all tattooed on their cheeks, but Susan 
assumed that like most males, the receptionist would become 
confused as soon as he heard numbers.  
 
"Yes, mistress.” the young man replied.  The receptionist was a 
pretty young man who must have been just out of high school.  As he 
ran over to the locker on his six-inch heels, Jason felt some 
jealousy as he saw the boy's large breasts and tiny waist. 

The receptionist scurried back with the clothing and immediately 
presented it to Susan.  She ordered the boys to take the bags, but 
only allowed them to wear their high heels.  Fortunately, it had 
warmed up considerably since the morning and was almost 75 
degrees.  As they exited the building, Jason could see groups of 
naked boys being led by their mistresses, and in some cases, free 
eunuchs.  Some were being led by leashes attached directly to their 
penises, or in some cases, leashes attached to a ring that pierced 
their penises.   Coming directly toward them was a muscular woman 
who could not have been over five-foot tall practically dragging 
two large males by their penises.  They were both crying and Jason 
could hear one of them begging her "not do it".  Susan ordered the 
boys to stop and turn around to watch the woman, who was now in the 
process of beating the terrified boys.  Jason wondered if any woman 
would stop the beating - of course, females were permitted to 
discipline males any way they saw fit, but generally beatings were 
administered in private.  After a few minutes of slapping and 
kicking the sobbing males, the woman had them lay down and suck 
each other off.  After they came, she told them to stand up back-to-
back, and calmly drove a knee into each boy's groin.  Each boy 
collapsed in a heep, but the woman then grabbed them by their long 
blonde hair and began to drag them toward the Clinic.  The helpless 
boys crawled along the grass, frantically trying to keep up.  Jason 
closed his eyes but was unable to shut out their pitiful cries.

Susan and the boys continued on and began to walk toward the 
parking lot.   Just then Susan met her friend Janet who was 
entering the building with her two fathers who had not been 
castrated and another boy Jason did not recognize.  The new boy was 
very tall, standing almost seven feet tall in his six-inch heels, 
and had gigantic breasts.  Unlike Janice's dads he was not leashed, 
but Janice periodically grabbed his enormous penis and squeezed it 
painfully.  

"Hi, Janice, who's the new slut?” Susan said.  "Oh, he belongs to 
Beth, one of my mom's junior law partners.   She's in the hospital 
today, giving birth to her daughter.  Tim here will be taking care 
of the baby so I'm taking him to get castrated.” Janice replied.  
Most women had one or two of their husbands castrated when they 
gave birth to their daughter, the thinking being that castrated men 
were better with children.  It still was tough to raise a daughter, 
since it was absolutely forbidden by law for a male to discipline a 
female in any way, even a child.  Turning to Tim and moving her 
fingers in a snipping motion, she said, "Almost a shame that big 
old cock of yours will be gone by tomorrow.  It might actually have 
served some woman well".

"Well, Jason here", Susan slapped him sharply on his bottom, "will 
be going to the Golden Rod Club for a few months starting tonight.  
It’ll make a better man out of him.   

Jason could not believe what he had heard - was Mistress Helen 
really going to send him to the Golden Rod Club?  Many women sent 
their newer husbands to work at one of the many gentlewomen's clubs 
to "train" them to be more obedient.  The normal stint was for two 
months, during which time the boys worked as dancers and waiters 
for twelve-hour shifts, seven days a week.  After their shifts 
ended, they were kept locked in cramped dormitories.  They were 
then available to be rented for the evening by any woman who would 
pay their fee.  The standard contract gave the club owner legal 
guardianship over the boys the two-month period.  During that time 
she effectively owned the boys, and could do anything she wished to 
them, including castrating them if they displeased her.  

Right after his wedding, Mistress Helen had taken him and her other 
husbands to the Golden Rod Club, as a kind of reminder.  The 
hostess collected Mistress Helen's ten-dollar entrance fee (there 
was no charge for males).  A waiter came toward them dressed in the 
standard uniform: a black leather harness that tightly looped 
around his body, framing his massive bare breasts and rounded 
buttocks.  Large golden hoops hung from his huge pierced nipples, 
and even his nose was fitted with a ring. The end of an enormous 
electronic dildo plug dangled obscenely from his buttocks.  Jason 
felt sorry for the boy – it must have been three inches thick!  
Every few minutes the electronic sensors would pick up a signal, 
causing it to vibrate against his prostate, giving him a large 
erection.  He wore red pumps with six-inch spike heels, connected 
by a twelve-inch chain, forcing him to take tiny mincing steps as 
he scurried back and forth across the room, desperately trying to 
take orders from the many tables he was waiting on.  The frequent 
groping and pinching from many of the female patrons further 
hindered his progress.

The waiter finally reached their table.  He approached Mistress 
Helen, knelt and kissed her feet.  She gave him permission to rise, 
and he did, keeping his eyes on the floor.  "May I take your order, 
Mistress?” he asked in a voice barely above a whisper.  She ordered 
a pitcher of beer, and gave him permission to leave.   As he turned 
away, she pinched him sharply on his left buttock.

On the main stage, four naked boys were dancing to loud rock music, 
periodically caressing each other's breasts under the watchful eye 
of the stage manager, a square-shouldered woman holding a riding 
crop.  On cue, the boys turned away from the crowd and bent over, 
placing their hands on their buttocks and spread them wide, giving 
the crowd a good look.  The women roared with approval as the stage 
manager leapt up on stage and began to use her riding crop on the 
hapless boys' behinds. 

Mistress Helen ordered her husbands to go with her the wrestling 
room.  Jason had seen these types of "matches" on TV but never in 
person.  They were always between an adult male and a girl of 13 or 
14.  The match going on now featured a boy who must have been 6'4" 
and at least 200 pounds against a muscular young girl who was 
barely five feet tall.  The boy was trying his best, but she had 
him in a leg scissors, periodically squeezing him painfully as she 
groped his melon-sized breasts with her free hands.  She toyed with 
him for a few minutes, painfully tugging on his nipple rings, then 
finally pinned him and wrapped her legs around his head and ordered 
him to lick.  After he had satisfied her, she rose and, bending him 
over her knee, spanked him like a small child.  She went to her 
corner, took out a dildo from a bag and strapped it on as she 
approached the terrified boy.  Grabbing him by his genitals, she 
led the weeping boy off towards one of the private rooms to the 
cheers of the women in the audience.

Jason felt like crying as he thought about what it would be like 
for him.  “Please God, don’t let it be true”, he whispered to 
himself.

Less than three hours later he docilely sat while a Free Eunuch 
pierced his nipples, reading a set of rules all the boys working at 
the club had to follow.  There were no “second chances” – the 
punishment for breaking even the smallest of rules was castration.  
The castrations took place on Saturday nights, and were part of the 
floorshow.  His shift was 2 PM to 2 AM, seven days a week for the 
next two months.  

As the Free Eunuch finished, Jason looked up to see a tough-looking 
older woman smoking a cigar entering the room.  “So this is the new 
slut”, she said to no one in particular.  She grabbed him by the 
hair and put her face in his.  He immediately lowered his 
eyes.  “Well, I better check you out: she said, dragging him by the 
hair into a room that appeared to be her office.   She threw him on 
the desk and savagely penetrated him with a gigantic dildo.  Jason 
had been raped many times in his life, but never like this.  He 
screamed and cried, and was rewarded with a sharp slap across the 
face.  “One more sound from you and I’ll personally rip your balls 
off”, the manager said in a calm voice.  She grabbed his head and 
thrust it between her legs and ordered him to lick.  Barely able to 
breathe, Jason heard her climax several times, and, after what 
seemed like an eternity, was released from her steel-like thighs.  
She pushed him to the carpet and ordered him to get hard.  Then she 
mounted him, warning him not to come.  She rode him for half an 
hour, then suddenly told him to climax.  She pulled off him, and 
instructed him to lick her clean.  

Finished, she got up off the floor and told Jason to get her a 
cigar from the humidor.  He scurried over and brought her the 
cigar.  “Light it and get me a scotch while you’re at it”, she told 
him.  “And pour one for yourself.”  Jason had never tasted 
alchohol - its use was forbidden to males.  Her tone had mellowed, 
and she actually seemed to be smiling.  “You know, I could use a 
new assistant around here.”  Jason prayed she would take him – 
anything would be better than being a dancer in the club.

End Part I