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"What do rape, murder, assault, robbery, child sexual and physical abuse
all have in common?" Miss Arlise surveys the Girls with a critical eye.

   We're up to the Ethics session.  As usual I'm first, so I'm standing
here nude while she gives the girls her introduction.

   "They are all crimes that almost completely disappeared when we began to
control males.  Once every man was cut or collared, these things almost all
ceased to be problems at all.  Why?  Because these crimes are all caused by
male violence."

   "Centuries ago, Women were the slaves of men.  Each of us lived in fear
of rape and other forms of male violence.  The Women in society were
apportioned out to the ruling men as 'wives', in a tradition called
marriage.  Each man had his own wife and he could do with her whatever he
pleased.  Beatings, rape, forced pregnancy and motherhood, were all very
common and considered normal, acceptable."

   The Girls are silent.  I feel sick, even though I have studied this
subject before.  I can't believe how evil we were.  I look down shamefully
at my limp penis, and my (probably) soon to be severed scrotum, and I feel
in my heart that as a male I deserve what's coming to me.

   "Then came Feminism, and over decades, we fought back and won equality
with men.  But equality, like any other equilibrium in nature, is not a
stable state.  Without opression to hold Women back, the males' natural
lack of self discipline, susceptability to distraction, violence and
stupidity, meant they fell quickly behind in every measure.  By the time we
were on an equal footing, the momentum for Female Supremacy was already
well and truly in place.  Most tertiary education graduates were Female,
and most junior management and political positions were filled with
Females. Higher paying careers, at the entry level, were already Female
dominated.  With new Female lawyers a majority, it was only a matter of
time before the Judiciary followed.  With a majority of Female teachers,
over time, the entire face of education changed to a female dominated form
- and every career path followed.  The inevitable reverse had begun, as we
literally waited for the Patriarchy to die of old age."

   "And die it did.  Within a generation, the tradition of marriage had
completely broken down.  It began with Women's right to divorce, or leave
their owner.  Then, our natural superiority as parents was acknowledged by
courts, so that within the space of a single lifetime, the family unit
became redefined as a Woman with her children - and males in their
appropriate ancillary role.  Finally, as Women saw the idiocy of it,
marriage was abandoned altogether.  We simply chose which males we desired
to breed with, and rarely had more than one child with the same male's
seed."

   "Without violence, coersion, false culture or economic supression, men
could no longer dominate Women and force a male-centric view of
reproduction.  Without opression, it is self evidently the Women who choose
which males in each generation can reproduce - and which do not.  Men
became separated into two distinct groups.  The winners - attractive, with
-", she grasps my penis and gives it a little stroke, which of course
begins to erect it, "pleasing physical and mental attributes, and the
losers, who do not."

   "The winners were passed from Woman to Woman, giving pleasure, fathering
children, and in general were very happy with the arrangement." A giggle
from the girls at this.  Of course they were!

   Miss Arlise turns to me.

   "Kneel and worship my bottom, slut."

   I stare, open mouthed a moment, not believing my ears, then...  not
believing my luck.

   "Yes, miss!"

   I kneel behind her as she smiles contemptuously at me, lifts her skirt
(it hugs her body so stays up) and pulls her panties down to the tops of
her thighs, exposing her beautiful big bottom for me to worship.

   I have studied this in sex education and know something of what to do. I
begin by kissing her ass cheeks one after another, slowly, lovingly, with
tongue, and gently but firmly - so as not to tickle - carressing her bottom
with my hands.  Miss Arlise ignores my mouth on her bare ass and continues
her lecture.

   "But the growing pool of losers, a higher proportion each generation as
we left the old ways behind, were doomed to a life of sexual frustration,
humiliation and marginalisation.  They became a dangerous, angry majority
of males and ever more extreme measures were required to keep them in
check. They formed the mens rights movement, but never gained majority
support.  Women did not support them, and neither did most of the winner
males.  Without a democractic majority, they claimed they were forced into
violent revolt."

   "But male violence, our species' way of destroying rival species tens of
thousands of years ago, was by then replaced by security bots.  Faster,
stronger, armoured, and more intelligent, they easily put down the pathetic
rebels."

   I am alternately kissing and licking her buttocks, working my way from
outside in, towards her ass crack and anus.  My penis is stiffening, my
arousal partly at the sight of her bottom and the fact that I may touch and
kiss her, partly from the humiliation of being an ass-licker in front of
all of the girls, and partly from what she is saying.  I am ashamed to be a
man and glad to hear how we were defeated and controlled.  It feels very
right that I will be castrated or collared - probably castrated - tonight.

   "In response to the revolt, two referendums were held on male rights. 
In the first, the jealous losers voted with Women to restrict the freedom
and rights of the winners.  In the second, the winners either voted with
Women or remained tied up on a bed somewhere for the day" - the girls
giggle at this - "and at last the losers were brought to heel, their right
to violent expression and violent oppression removed."

   I am now beginning to kiss and lick the top of her bottom-cleft.  Her
whole bottom is now wet with my saliva and my penis is throbbing, fully
erect.

   "At first, we offered losers voluntary chemical castration.  It worked,
in part and for a time, but only physical castration was completely
effective in stopping their agression, anger and frustration.  It became
increasingly popular, and a small portion of the losers became what we now
call neuts - productive, genderless members of our society, subordinate to
our needs, and with mental capacities almost equal to that of a Woman. 
They are free of the distracting, destructive influence of high
testosterone."

   "But a core of angry losers remained, and at the end of the second
revolt, in a third and final referendum, the winners and neuts voted with
Women for the mandatory castration of losers."

   Just as she says "mandatory castration", the tip of my tongue first
touches her asshole.  I force myself to take my time, show her the proper
respect, explore and lick, swirling around and probing her anus.

   "MMmm...  From that first Castration Day until this, no Woman has been
raped.  At least, not as we then understood rape.  Today 'Rape' means an
erotic power reversal play almost all Women indulge in regularly and safely
with a collared slave.  Since that day, no Woman has feared male violence."

   Miss Arlise lets that sink in, and the lecture hall is silent - except
for the wet sounds of me licking her asshole, which I hear echod back to us
from the sound system.  That means all the girls hear it too.  Good.  I
want them to know I am not like THOSE men.  I know my place.

   "Which brings us to my little asslicker." The girls giggle a little at
this, and I supress a twinge of disappointment as she fixes her panties and
smooths down her skirt.  I am kneeling beside her feet now, but the memory
of her bottom is very fresh in my mind and my cock throbs happily.

   "This afternoon you vote on him and the other boys who remain.  Who will
breed, and be collared, and who will not, and be cut.  Is this boy suitable
to be a sex slave?  Let us consult his society and philosophy essay.  To
quote him:", She looks to her datapad, where evidently she has my essay
open.

   "Why can't we educate collared men, and collar the neuts instead of
cutting them?" Miss Arlise uses her "idiot boy" voice, falsely deep and
slow, mocking my words.  I smile, embarrassed.  I wrote that months ago and
I didn't imagine it mattered much!

   "The neuts could keep their balls and not hurt anyone because their
collars would not let them, and the slaves could learn more things and give
more interesting conversation for their owners." Miss Arlise finishes
quoting me and I look at my feet, embarrassed.  My dick is still hard.  I
don't mind being ebmarrassed by my male ignorance and stupdity.  My gender
isn't my fault.

   "Well, what do we think of this boy's thoughts?  Is he loyal to our
society, or a threat?"

   "Threat." Sonia's voice, but others murmer agreement.  Miss Arlise
continues:

   "What do you think it costs to collar a man, little slut?"

   "I don't know Miss."

   "I see.  But you propose we collar EVERY male?"

   "I was just-"

   "It's just SILLY BOY TALK!", and with that, Miss Arlise suddenly turns
and kicks me in the balls!  Her beautiful high heeled foot squashes me and
a little drop of precome shoots out the end of my erect penis.  I hear the
girls giggle at me as I double over, clutching my balls and groaning,
before I remember my manners and sit back, spreading my legs so the girls
can see everything.  I still cup my screaming balls in my hand.

   "Oughhh...  Yes Miss."

   She turns away from me again.

   "As to educating our sex slaves, leaving aside that we already do - in
sex, seduction, roleplay, dress up, display, massage, therapy and medicine
just to name a few areas!  What is this boys Intellect band?"

   "Zero." Tania's voice.

   "Zero.  That's right.  And a Zero band means, had he been born female,
he could be the intellectual equal of anyone here.  Of your entire cohort,
only Tania and Violet are Zeroes.  Now, what is his personality type?"

   "Mastermind Rational." Tania again.

   "Correct!  And what does a Mastermind Rational do, when he finds himself
in a group of his peers, and doesn't like what is happening?"

   "Take over leadership, or manipulate the leader."

   "Correct again Tania.  So with an attitude like THIS-" she shakes her
pad with my words on it "an intellect like that, and that personality type,
what do we have here?  Nothing short of a DIRE threat to our society, and
your safety, if he is not controlled."

   She lets that sink in.

   "Now boy, do you even know what an Intellect band or a Mastermind
Rational is?"

   Easily balancing on one foot, Miss Arlise brushes her foot and ankle
against my penis and balls.  Despite my pain, my cock stiffens to a rock
hard state.

   "No miss."

   "And you do know you are capable of violence.  You remember many times
when you felt agressive and violent, don't you."

   "Yes miss, but-"

   "So from a position of male ignorance, you want to threaten these girls
with male violence?"

   "No, Miss."

   "Then do you accept that if you are collared, you must learn nothing
more than the orgasm of seventy five girls, and how to serve your owners?"

   I pause for a moment, still holding my throbbing balls.  I don't
understand the threat I pose, but I don't understand how or why men
enslaved Women in the first place.  What would I know?  While the girls
have learned everything from history to philosophy to psychology to
engineering to computers, most of my education has been sex and fitness. 
All I know about men and our history is, we're violent, we're dangerous,
our sex drive is out of control making us *sexually* violent, we hurt Women
and we're just naturally bad people who need, and deserve, to be
controlled. If I knew more, maybe I could help more?  And if I knew more,
why would that make me more dangerous, not less?  But I know the answer she
wants.

   "Yes miss, of course you and the Girls know what is best!  I am just a
boy."

   She ignores me.

   "And what of the Ethics of enslaving this boy versus cutting him?"

   Sonia speaks first.  "A zero intellect with a neut's education would be
productive." I know she wants to castrate me, and do it herself.

   "On the other hand, a Zero intellect is a good genetic trait for a
father to pass on." Tania...  thank you Tania.  It is good to have one
defender!

   "And he is less danger collared, if he is not educated." Diane's voice.
I don't know her well.

   "That is true." Miss Arlise speaks again, and she is back in educator
mode, "An ignorant slave is a safe slave.  Knowledge is power, and men with
power threaten us all.  Now, boy..."

   I look down at my erection.

   "Look up at your owners and tell them what you want.  Beg them for it."

   I look up, kneel up properly and look over the Girls.  I am in love with
each one of them.

   "Please Girls, if it is your wish, castrate me and make me a neut.  I
will study and work hard for you.  Or if you wish, please collar me and
make me your sex slave.  I will do my very best to serve your pleasure and
your needs."

   "Good boy, and which would you prefer?" Miss Arlise smiles at me, but it
is one of her mean smiles.

   "Please collar me!  I want more than anything to be your sex slave!"

   The girls all laugh, and Miss Arlise explains.

   "In ten years of this job, no boy has ever asked to be a Neut.  You all
want the sex.  Brains between your legs, all of you."

   I just nod.  Miss Arlise stands in front of me and holds my head in
place by my hair, and tilts my head back to look me in the face.

   "As long as you live, Max, you will never, ever again question your
betters or your place in OUR society again, will you?"

   "No miss, I promise!  Never again!"

   She looks from one of my eyes to the other for a few moments, judging
me, and then lifts her foot back to kick me again.  I put my hands behind
my back and force myself to keep my eyes open, and take my punishment like
a man.

   *PLAP* Her foot slams into me, ping-ponging my balls apart and flapping
my penis up against my tummy.

   "AUGHHH!"

   I can't help it, I'm clutching my balls again.  The pain is spreading up
into my tummy and I feel like throwing up.  At the same time, the
humiliation and stimulation is keeping my cock rock hard.

   "Ask the girls for forgiveness for threatening them!"

   I force my hands back behind me again.

   "Please forgive me girls!  I didn't...  I didn't mean to threaten you! I
would nev-"

   *SLAP* This time her kick catches my right testicle and crushes it
against my pelvis.  I gasp and fall over sideways, tears streaming down my
cheeks.  Mother almost never punishes me this way but I know this feeling -
my right testicle will swell right up and go purple now.

   "Do you want me to stop Max?  Or do you think you need to pay more for
what you did?"

   I don't have to think long.  If I don't take enough punishment, maybe it
disqualifies me.  I don't care how much my balls hurt, I don't want them
cut off tonight, and I *DO* want to spend the rest of my life licking the
girls' pussies and asses and being used as their sex toy.

   "Please kick me more Miss!  I deserv-"

   *SMACK* this time she hits my left testicle with perfect aim and crushes
it too.  My body shoots back and my ass hits the tiles.  I double over,
groaning badly.

   "OOUCHHUH!"

   I can feel my pulse in my balls, and hear it rushing in my ears.  I am
certain I can't take many more kicks if I want to father any children.

   "Hands up everyone who forgives him?" Miss Arlise's voice is utterly
merciless, and I look up at the girls, mentally begging them for
forgiveness but not daring to ask out loud.

   Most of their hands are up.  But not all.  I take a deep, shuddering
breath, sit back on my heels, reach back to hold my ankles tightly, and
spread my legs as wide as I can.

   "Please miss, punish me m-"

   *SPAP* her foot SLAMS into me just under my scrotum, ping ponging my
balls up and outward, and crushing my prostate flat.  A little squirt of
precome spits out the end of my cock and shoots through the air in a little
arc.

   My balls feel like they've been split open and blood is filling my
scrotum.  I hope it isn't so.

   "Who forgives the slut?"

   I force myself to look up again and clear my tears aside.  They all have
their hands up.  All of course, but Sonia.

   I lock eyes with the evil little blonde, and I know in my heart she will
never let me get away with it.  No amount of kicking will be enough for
her. But also deep in my heart, I need to do what she wants.  I know my
torture will be pleasuring her, and what other use does a male have?

   I have to concentrate and really force myself to sit back and spread my
legs again.  This one is JUST for Sonia.  Her very own kick.

   "Ple-"

   *SMACK*!  My balls both explode and I double over, groaning.

   "Now GET OUT!  You are dismissed!" Miss Arlise's voice is still
merciless steel.

   "AUGHHHG...  YES...  UGHHHH MISS"

   The girls all laugh as I try and fail to stand up, ending up on my hands
and knees for a time, panting and sobbing in agony.  Slowly, agonisingly,
clutching my shattered balls as though to hold them together, I get to my
feet and stagger out, their fading giggles answering my groans.

   I don't really even know what the fuck this test was, or even if it WAS
a test, but I'm pretty sure I failed.

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