Top of The Class 2100

The Elders of the Northern Schism held an annual meeting, where they reviewed several dozen submissions from the community teaching houses, each proposing their own candidate for the Most Excellent Student award. In 2100 there was little scope for argument, for the Elders could clearly appreciate who was the winning student.

Jane Firbank’s mother received an email from the Elders, the email she had dreamed of someday reading; her daughter was the finest in the community! Her reward, as tradition had dictated for sixty years, was the gift of a personal slave.

All men were slaves; after centuries, humans had adopted the natural order, at least in civilized areas. Most women worked hard into their mid-twenties before being able to afford a manslave, but the gifted few were granted this privilege at a much younger age.

On the day of the slavegranting, Jane dressed quickly. She quivered with excitement. Her mother had acquiesced to her request that her best friends Julie and Carol should accompany Jane and herself.

The 3 girls and Miss Firbank arrived at the slaveshop. A lady greeted them at the main entrance; she was about 35 years of age, tall and elegant, but she was smiling proudly; this was an honour for her too, she felt.

“Welcome, who is Jane?” she proclaimed.

Jane raised her hand, slightly embarrassed.

“My name is Doctor Last” said the lady, who then went on to explain that she was the primary slavekeeper.

The women walked through white corridors, and Dr Last chatted with Jane.

“Have you given any thought to what kind of man you would like as your slave, Jane?” she said. The girls giggled, and Jane’s mother explained that the 3 girls had discussed nothing else for the previous week or more.

“Well, tall and dark, with broad shoulders” announced Jane, with a slightly questioning air.

“Oh, I’m sure we can provide that” answered Dr Last.

“Will you be having him nulled?” she asked Jane’s mother.

“Most certainly!” she cried, “Jane is only 14 after all!”. She was somewhat annoyed that the question had even been asked.

The girls were quiet, looking puzzled. Finally Carol asked the meaning of ‘nulled’.

Dr Last explained patiently.

“It means castrated, which is the normal course of action. You need to be able to be alone with your manslave, Jane”.

Carol was still confused, but Dr Last did not need to be asked a further question.

“Nulled is the removal of the testicals, to prevent sexual arousal, or even the penis too, if required” she explained.

The girls were all blushing, but their faces displayed shock.

Dr Last addressed Jane’s mother:- “Will you be having the penis removed?”.

“Jane can make that decision” she replied.

Then they entered a large room, with many seats. The women sat and waited, whilst Dr Last brought some manslaves. A few minutes later she returned with a dozen dark haired young men. Each wore only some regulation pants. The girls smiled and studied Jane’s potential slaves. They stood in a line, whilst the girls walked up and down looking at these fine looking specimens.

“Have you chosen?” asked Dr Last.

Jane pointed towards a dark haired boy aged about 19. His chest was slightly hairy, his shoulders broad.

The other slaves were herded out.

Dr Last pulled a device from a pocket. She pressed a button to activate it, and a door opened in one end.

The manslave was directed to remove his garment. He dropped his pants to the floor and stood naked. The girls were, of course, virgins, and had never seen a naked man before. They stared at his penis, which hung limp.

“Erect yourself” commanded Dr Last. The boy looked startled, but then looked at Jane and smiled. His penis began to rise; the girls laughed.

“As you can see, he needs nulling” Jane’s mother explained to her daughter. The slave looked horrified, but made no protest.

Dr Last placed his balls in the open end of her instrument. In doing so had to position the box beneath his now fully erect member. She pressed a button, and there was a slight humming noise. She removed the box, and where the slave’s balls had been, was a perfectly stitched wound! The procedure was totally painless, she explained to the women. The three 14 year old girls were unashamedly staring at the boy’s erection, which was subsiding slightly.

“Well, Jane” said her mother “do you want his penis taking off too?”

Jane looked at the cock. She studied the huge penis, fascinated by the sight.

“Only if I may keep it” she announced.

Dr Last agreed. The boy looked sad but resigned to his fate. Dr Last positioned his cock within the box, and pressed a button. Another humming noise, and then there was a perfectly healed wound in place of his penis; a small hole had been left.

Dr Last removed the severed member and placed it in a presentation box.

Jane took her slave and his penis home, her proudest day.