Symbiosis An alien fantasy on Earth By Robert Lust
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CHAPTER 4 NIGHT CYCLES
Donovan Warren's Journal Red Tag February 26th 2345 2050 hours
The day is finally coming to an end. During socialization -lunch and dinner- I was able to get ahold of Jerry, or 00233-R14, I might say. We talked a little and he seemed much more relaxed that he was when we first came into the shelter. He told me he's been coming and going all day long to different rooms, where he's been plugged into different virtual simulations. He says he's happy, for he was taken to different places around the globe in these simulations.
I haven't been that lucky, but I can't complain. So far it's been pretty okay.
My aide, 00100-A18, is a little bit nicer now that the day is almost over. Unlike 00233-R14, I was taken to only two different rooms during my day. In one of them, I was placed under the care of a medical technician called 00056-L27, who started teaching me about vaccum theory. What for, I do not know, but he say's I'll be needing to learn everything regarding different techniques that will come in handy, for I am a Red. I still don't know what that means, but it seems to be a good rank among the shelter, all trainees keep saying being a RED is 'fucking awesome'. During socialization, I got to interact with other guys as well. Many of them have memorized their numbers, but during socialization we do get to use our given names with no restriction. Our socialization room is designed for newbies only, so we haven't gotten to interact with any other people in the shelter. I wonder if I'll ever see Ronald and Stephen again.
During socialization I got to chat for a while with Hugo and Randall. I also met and interacted with these other guys. I met Rashid, a very cool and intellectual guy from India who moved to California when he was 5 years old. I also met Josh, a fourteen year old thin boy with olive skin and dark hair. He's the coolest guy ever, and he keeps on talking about this alien theory and how he'd loved it if aliens ran this place. All in all, my first day at the shelter has been full of grateful surprises.
As we come into my quarters, 00100-A18 seems more relaxed.
"So, how did you like your first day in the shelter?" he asks.
"I thought it was fine."
"I'm glad you did, most newcomers get terrified."
"Can I ask you a question?"
"Sure, go ahead!"
"What's your name?"
"I told you, 00100-A18. That's my name."
"I mean your given name," I ask. There's a troubled expression in his face.
"Listen..." he says, "there's no use in remembering your given name. It will no longer serve any purpose. Look, 00234-C16, you seem like a very nice boy. You're lucky to have been tagged a RED. You'll have a good existence in here. Leave it at that."
I nod. He then tells me I need to get ready for my night cycle and asks me to get naked. It's not as hard as it was in the morning. I take everything off except for the jockstrap.
"Yeah, that one too," he says and approaches me, "Curfue will be in effect 10 minutes from now. Once that happens, it will be the beginning of the night cycle."
"What's a night cycle?" I ask him.
"Sleeping time," he says on his way to the door.
When he's by the door he turns around. "It's Derek."
"What?"
"My given name," he says, "It's Derek."
And having said so, he walks about the door. Ten minutes later, I hear an alarm go off. So I go on to bed. I very quickly feel my lids heavy. And I fall sleep.
Deadland Earth Shelter 01X2-OMICRON Human Date: February 26th 2345 Time: 2050 hours File Numbers: 00230-NA15, 00233-R14, 00234-R14, 00237-G17, 00240-C14 Subject Names: Randall Chee, Jeremiah Winters, Donovan Warren, Andreas Reinheart, Hugo Smith Proctor 011-BEN's personal log
It's 2050 hours and Curfue will be in effect in ten minutes. All newbies and trainees are in their quarters. Some aides have been concentrated in the night preparation room, only those who have been assigned a newbie. I'm here to make sure all of them understand and have gone through the procedures, so the night cycles might be performed appropriately.
See, night cycles are, to use an analogy, like an induction course. Here, at the Shelter, newbies and trainees have to undergo night cycle like clockwork, because the procedures will ensure their being ready for the positions they will later on take up in our society. Newbies, specially, because never before had they fit so perfectly in a society which depends on everybody's sexual energy's correct usage.
So I go one more time over the specifics of each and every aide under my care.
"Aide 00108-A20, Please describe the phases of the night cycle for your newbie." I say.
"Yes, sir," the aide responds, "My newbie, subject 00233-R14 is a GOLDEN. Therefore, his night cycle consists of only one phase of continuous stimulation oriented towards working out the newbie's seminal organs. His seed must not be harvested. Cycle will take place for three hours. Purpose of the cycle is to have the subject ready for morning extraction."
"Thank you, aide," I say. "Aide 00121-B21, please describe the phases of the night cycle you'll be performing tonight."
"Yes, of course. Night cycle for a GREEN subject will consist of four distinct phases: Pre-sexual stimulation, oral and anal stimulation, denial and praising. His seed should be harvested at the end of the cycle. The purpose of a GREEN cycle, is for the newbie to adapt his organism to please through the correct use of his body, making sure to regale his users with his seed."
"How about you, Aide 00116-R22?"
"Right, sir. Night cycle for my SILVER will run in three phases, each one similar to the other. The purpose is for the newbie to experience all kinds of sexual stimulation, placing particular emphasis on CBT seed extraction. Purpose being having the silver ready to be taken at his master's whimp."
"Aide 00096-L25, what's the nature of the night cycle for your ORANGE subject?"
"As we all know, sir, ORANGE's provide the city with energy. Their night cycle is the longest among regulars and runs between four and six hours. Their cycle consists of just one phase assisted by virtual reality stimulation. Through virtual reality, a series of pre-programmed 'sexual dreams' is run. These sexual in nature dreams are assisted by tubule technology. Seed harvest is irrelevant, it can or cannot occur, so long as the subject keeps radiating heat."
"Very good, very technical. Aide 00100-A18, yours?"
"Night cycle for a RED demands that I first make sure he takes the prescription designed for his genitalia to become ready. Then, the cycle will run for three distinct phases, in which the subject's sexual torture will increase in intensity. His seed should be harvested at the end of each phase."
"Very well," I tell all the aides under my command, Curfue will be in effect in less than two minutes. Good luck, people. Make your Proctor proud."
So, the curfue alarm goes off and I send them on their way, not without reminding them to place their oxygen masks before the morpheum is released. The door closes and I sit on my chair. I tap at my console and all monitors to my aides' newbies come online. I tap the commands and morpheum is released into the atmosphere of their quarters. I see them drift away. A red light blink on my console, as every night. I tap and communication begins. Master Bbursl'alte Betax's gorgeous visage is on my screen.
"Proctor 011-BEN," he says, "are you ready to monitor the night cycle of your five newbies?"
"Yes, master," I reply respectfully.
"Very well. I'm opening my cam so I can monitor your process." He tells me. It's a part of the protocol I love, knowing the master will be monitoring me.
"Ok, Proctor, I'm proceeding to stage 1, step 1."
"At your command , sir."
He taps on his console and two tubules from under the chair come up, each of them plugging to one of my balls. I feel the first slight pinch as their needles pierce their way through my testes.
"On for stage 1, step two," he says.
He taps a new set of commands and the needles inside my balls inject the serum. When it is shot inside them, my cock goes hard at a second's fraction. I'm ready to see my boys in action. And I'm ready for the master to see me as well.
"On for stage 1, step three," he says.
He taps the new set of commands and the vacuum milker comes to position encasing my 23 cm thick cock. It's grown 5 cm since my arrival at the shelter. Perks of being a golden.
"As protocol dictates, Proctor, I must remind you that you are not to interrupt harvesting of your seed at any time during night cycle. I must also remind you that because of your newbie tag, as a golden, your seed will only be extracted when night cycle finishes. I should also remind you, your enhanced testes are the community's and for the community's survival, therefore, as a Golden Proctor, you'll be expected to contribute with a significant amount of Master Ecu'maret Prime's morning meal."
"As protocol dictates, master," I reply, "I must acknowledge your command and remind you my seed is only the Unguli's. I will do my best to provide."
"Have a good harvest, Proctor."
The call is cut, but I know somewhere in the room, a hidden camera will monitor my night cycle. How did I ever live happily before I came here? This is what happiness means.
I look at all the monitors and decide on which of the newbies I'll start. I very quickly decide on subject 00234-C16, the RED tag. As I lick at my lips looking at the monitor, I think, This is going to be one hell of a night. Let the night cycles begin!
Perry Bixer's Journal Test Subject February 26th 2345 2050 hours
I'm past gone. My balls are red and swollen. My cock is swollen and red. It is actually so swollen I can barely recognize it. Huge veins pulsate all over. I've had so many spoiled orgasms I can barely count them. My doctor and boss tells me the night cycles are about to begin, so I need to be excused. He brings his cock up to my mouth. I have to recognize him the fact that he hasn't orgasmed either.
"Go on, my precious boy," he tells me, "suck on this cock you crave so much!"
I barely start sucking on it, when he cums copiously in my mouth. I'm amazed at how much these alien creatures can cum, for I feel I might choke on so much seed. It's flavor is higly intoxicating. Just when I'm done drinking his four minute orgasm load, he goes down and releases all the torture devices around my cock, balls and ass. His sole touch makes me shiver. He swallows my cock and his sand-paper-like tongue licks on my knob as he fiercely sucks me.
It doesn't take long for me to cum either. With my cock in his mouth, I erupt jet after jet of my teenage spunk, which has been kept inside for the past 6 hours or so. I can't believe how much I cum, and the good doctor swallows the whole thing. I can tell by the way he squeezes my balls and bites and my cockhead that he likes what he's drinking. When my orgasm is finally over, he stands and kisses me. His tongue goes around my mouth, and my tongue plays with his. As we kiss, my cock erupts one last jet of cum, taking us both by surprise.
"Nice and providing cock, my boy," he tells me as he taps in his console and the chair releases me.
I try and stand up, but my legs are numbed and I trip. The doctor catches me and hugs me.
"I'm gonna have you rest, my dear boy," he says, "You should take a shower and get ready for bed. Tomorrow will be one long day again."
"I think I'd like that..." I tell him.
"The shower and the rest?" he asks.
"No," I tell him, "The prospect of another day of milking torture."
"You're such a submissive slut!" he tells me smiling.
I hug him and looki him in the eye, "I am. And I'm all yours for the taking, doctor."
He slaps my ass playfully and I go on to the shower. Fuck I love this place!
Deadland Earth Shelter 01X2-OMICRON Human Date: February 26th 2345 Time: 2105 hours File Number: 00234-C16 Subject Name: Donovan Warren Night Cycle: Aide 00100-A18
From all the aides, I'm the only one who has never performed a night cycle. I was just recently promoted to aide, so I have gone over the basics of the training. But I've never performed the thing per se and I'm nervous about it. Proctor 011-BEN has been very supportive and has helped me go over the procedures, tools and techniques so I am ready.
But I'm nervous.
We are the given the green light and move on to our newbie's room. 00234-C16 is soundly asleep. I'm glad, for I wouldn't want him to know what I'm about to do to him. I'm in his quarters now and the light is dim. I remove the bed sheet and look at his good looking cock. I insert the master key and remove his ring. His balls hang lower as I do so. Before I came into this place, I would've never thought I'd desire a cock so much, but now I do. I was actually quite the ladies man and most of my friends envied my luck. Now, having been in the shelter for two years, I realize I've always liked cock...or have I? 00234-C16's cock is gorgeous. It calls to me and so do his balls. When did I turn that alley?
I begin stimulation as instructed, peeling back the foreskin. His cock goes rigid immediately. Mine as well and I'm terrified at my own cock being shocked by the ring. But the shock never comes...Is that normal? My newbie, 00234-C16 is completely rigid now, and my cock drools pre-cum like there was no tomorrow, I can feel my skintight suit getting wet in that spot.
First Cycle begins.
Now that 00234-C16 fully erect, I move on. I tap a series of commands, and two tubules emerge from within the bed and tie his balls separately. Once done, I place the electro stimulation device in his cock-shaft as instructed. I tap the commands on my pad, and the show begins. I sit back, as I've been trained to do, and keep on varying the amperage in the electro-stimulation device. My cock is so hard at looking at his lovely cock fully erect and oozing pre-cum under stimulation. He stirs and moans in his sleep, but he can't wake up. It's the effect of the morpheum.
I tap another command and another liquid-metal tubule comes out from the bedhead. When it reaches 00234-C16's cock, it opens as a clamp, clasping his glans and turning into a corona. I can see his cock throb like crazy. From within the corona comes out a small tubule and inserts itself in 00234-C16's urethra. He moans again. The liquid sound goes in and out as I keep on varying the amperage. I'm rock hard and wishing I could masturbate. But that would mean breaching protocol. So I just look at 00234-C16's cock as it trembles under stimulation. The cycle runs for two hours and he cums in a huge load, the tubule sucking all he's got in his balls. He's moaning a lot. Is that normal? I make a mental note to scribble that down on my report. Maybe I'm doing something wrong. I'll better ask Proctor 011-BEN once the night is over.
Second cycle begins.
I tap another series of commands and a couple of electro pads place themselves over his balls. I remove the electro ring from his shaft all the way to his glans, next to the corona. The electro anal probe comes from within the bed and pushes its way through his asshole. He moans again. I push up the amperage. His cock throbs and throbs and throbs as his cock is electrified. One hour under stimulation he releases his second load, almost as copious as the first one.
I'm so hard I could cum without touching myself.
Third and last cycle begins.
I tap a new series of commands and the apple polisher emerges from within the bed, placing itself over his tenderized cock. His balls are now cupped inside an electric cup whose insides have retractile spikes. These, of course, are designed to pierce his balls once and again. Every time the spikes retract into the cup, they also secret a substance that instantly heals his testes. Then the cup spins, stops, and the spikes once again pierce his testes. I must point out, that the purpose of this device is to increase excitation and provoke a stronger ejaculation, and also that his testes are immediately healed after every piercing. So pain is induced, but he's never injured in any way.
I tap and the polisher starts running, moving up and down his cock. The electric spikecupper runs its cycles, spinning, piercing, retracting, spinning, spiking. Tap new commands and two more tubules bring out two electro clamps, which attach themselves to 00234-C16's cockshaft and glans. Two nipple suckers are also placed, so he can be stimulated in every way. He moans repeatedly, so I move closer to his bedhead to make sure everything's working fine. It is. His expression is one of utter pain and pleasure.
The cycle is coming to an end, so the electro clamps turn into liquid tiny tentacles which strangle 00234-C16's cock as the apple rubs his fraenelum. The spikecupper contracts completely, crushing his pierced balls beyond madness. Donovan's mouth is wide open as he moans. His eyes are tight shut as if in pain. His cock erupts its third load, which travels through the seed collector. Night cycle is over.
I don't know how he's managed all that electro-stimulation, all those artifacts up his ass, the unbearable abuse of his lovely balls and the three huge loads he's given now that his cock has erupted for the third time finishing the third cycle and the night's stimulation.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Deadland Earth Shelter 01X2-OMICRON Human Date: February 26th 2345 Time: 2305 hours File Numbers: 00230-NA15, 00233-R14, 00234-R14, 00237-G17, 00240-C14 Subject Names: Randall Chee, Jeremiah Winters, Donovan Warren, Andreas Reinheart, Hugo Smith Proctor 011-BEN's personal log
Just as 00234-C16 delivers his first load, Master Bbursl'alte Betax's gorgeous visage is on my screen again.
"Proctor 011-BEN," he says, "how are you holding up?"
"Well, master, my testes are on fire. I can feel the seed being worked out."
"Good," he says, "are you ready for stage two?"
"At your command, master."
He taps on his console and the vacuum milker is gone. The new artifact for my tonight's milking is a much more elaborate one and only used in proctors. A tubule emerges from under me and places the 'spider' on my shaft, just between my balls. It starts ticking. I know the spider's timing after all this time and gasp in anticipation of the sensations it provides...Ten, nine, eight seconds. The tubule goes away as the spider's sting pierces my shaft from underneath. I moan like there was no tomorrow as the sting travels up my urethra and comes out my pee-hole. As it does, its tip opens as a four spike anchor. Seven, six, five seconds. The spider sprouts its eight legs, which clamp shut around my cock shaft and strangle. Four, three, two seconds. The anchors' four spikes move down, inserting in four different spots right under my glans. One second, zero. They start the electro stimulation, as they also release the Promisentium, the very potent Ungulian cum preventing chemical.
I click on my console to go over our new orange acquisition's night cycle. It's gonna be a long night. But fuck I'm gonna give the masters a good load tonight!
Andreas Rainheart's Journal Orange Tag February 27th 2345 0230 hours
This is, I guess, the weirdest wet dream I've ever had. I'm leaning on the grass, on a lovely warm sunset. But as the sun goes down, the night gets cold. I am shivering. Then I feel something warm filling me. It starts on my crotch, so I look down and realize I have no pants. But down there, are two strange looking creatures that turn their...upper face? And I see bright red eyes shining towards me. They react surprised, as if they didn't expect me to catch them doing stuff on my rod. They look a bit like armadillos. One of them opens its snout and I realize the only reason why I feel warm in there is because both creatures are licking at my cock with lusty long warm alien like tongues. I creep out and decide to stand, but suddenly, tree branches grab my wrists and start going around my arms. I realize I have no shirt now, and the branches go to my nipples. They have thorns, so as they move they make me bleed. My nipples are being bitten on by...little mouths on the branches? I gasp. I wanna run but I can't. Then a worm like animal runs and stands in front of me. Then he moves down and, as the armadillo creatures keep licking at my cock, the worm like creature starts licking at my ass. I feel its tiny little paws trying to go inside my asshole. Then, somehow, the whole worm creature goes inside me and bites at my prostate from within. I cum hard.
I open my eyes feeling both shocked and horny at the dream. As I gasp from the hard cum, I realize it's dark and I can't see a thing. I feel things rubbing through my every body part. Dim light starts coming. I can now see I'm not in my room at the shelter, but encased inside a sort of cocoon. I realize I'm still dreaming. There are worms moving about. Then I realize all worms have actually cockheads on both ends. Then, all cockheads are rubbing at my every sensitive spot. One is fucking my ass. One I'm sucking at. Two are fucking my ass. I'm sucking at three. Four are up my ass now. I take turns licking at every single cockhead around me, now I've lost count of how many there are. All of them cum all over me. I'm covered all over. I cum hard.
I open my eyes and realize I'm in my bed in the shelter. I inhale deeply. I try and seat on the bed and as I do so, I feel a sort of uncomfortable pain in my ass. I try and reach with my hand and realize something is fucking me, something long and slimy. I'm suddenly pulled down towards the bed and realize there's so many pairs of hands touching every single inch of my body as the slimy rod keeps working me out. I realize I'm still dreaming. The hands then turn into tongues, and there's tongues all over my body, licking me with a prowess I can't even begin to describe. The tongues all over my cock and balls are so fucking skilled that I finally cum, my cock spurting all over my face and chest.
Then I wake up. The clock in my room says 02:30. My cock is hard and I see a blob of cum oozing down my pee-hole. I'm so horny I start masturbating real hard until I cum ejaculating all over my face. I eat my own cum. My balls hurt, like they have been drained. I don't really know it, but this too is a dream...
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Deadland Earth Shelter 01X2-OMICRON Human Date: February 26th 2345 Time: 0230 hours File Numbers: 00230-NA15, 00233-R14, 00234-R14, 00237-G17, 00240-C14 Subject Names: Randall Chee, Jeremiah Winters, Donovan Warren, Andreas Reinheart, Hugo Smith Proctor 011-BEN's personal log
Just as 00242-B13 delivers his fourth load, one more than expected under programming -the boy's reaction to virtual simulations is amazing, giving in to his own pleasures-, Master Bbursl'alte Betax's gorgeous visage is on my screen again.
"Proctor 011-BEN," he says, "I hope those testes are really getting ready for extraction..."
"One more hour to go, master. I think I'm gonna give you a nice load today, sir."
"Good," he says, "master Ecu'maret prime is ready for second dinner."
"I'm all his, master."
"Good. As protocole dictates, from this point on, I'll stop my monitoring. Have a good harvest, Proctor."
"Thank you, master. I hope I can soon share your leisure time. It's been a while since we communed."
"Oh, I'll see to it, Proctor. Few golden's enjoy my favors the way you do."
"Sir, nobody knows how to treat a man's balls better than you. I know that."
"Til soon, then Ben," he says saying my given human name, making my cock twitch. And he disappears from the screen.
All sexual devices are taken away from my cock. Now on for the real thing.
A sliding door under my chair opens and I see it. Master Ecu'maret Prime's lusty collector -the appendage through which the Unguli feed- coming my way. Let's monitor our SILVER.
Hugo Smith's Journal Silver Tag February 27th 2345 0415 hours
My insides are on fire. Dunno know why, but everything I've been done to tonight have gotten me so horny. My balls hurt, oh, yes they do! Why wouldn't they after so much squeezing and electrifying took place in there. My pee hole hurt as well, but hurt good, like with the doctor.
My aide slapped my balls real hard, so hard it maked me cum. I din't knowed I could cum by being slapped in the balls. I never knew I could cum so hard and so many times. What is this place? Don't think it's a shelter no more, I think it's some kind of sexual camp. But, it don't really bother me. It's 4 am and I can't sleep. All I keep on thinking is about them tentacles in the shower this morning. I keep on thinking that my spunk was milked out three times in a row with all sorts of sexual torture devices tonight.
I think this place is a good place to be. Feeded three meals. Given a place to live. Given head and fucked. I din't knowed I liked being tortured in my cock and balls. But I do. I like'em balls slapped and tied and electrocuted. I like my cock fucked in the pee-hole and squeezed. I like my ass fucked by them tentacles. It's 4:15 I a.m. and my cock is hard. So I grab it and jerk-off. I cum hard. I try my spunk. I wish them tentacles could fuck me right now.
Deadland Earth Shelter 01X2-OMICRON Human Date: February 26th 2345 Time: 0415 hours File Numbers: 00230-NA15, 00233-R14, 00234-R14, 00237-G17, 00240-C14 Subject Names: Randall Chee, Jeremiah Winters, Donovan Warren, Andreas Rainheart, Hugo Smith Proctor 011-BEN's personal log
00240-C14 delivers his third load. Master Ecu'maret Prime's collector sucks at my cock at an impossible rate. All my newbies will be finishing their cycles within the next twenty minutes, so I should be getting ready for them. The collector, the one single tentacle in charge of the master's feeding, approaches my cock. The collector approaches my glans and opens its beautiful mouth. The first of five of the collector's thin straw-like sand-paper-textured appendages -the extractors- savagely enters my urethra. Then the second, then the third and fourth. All together equal the girth of a human finger. Imagine your pee-hole being fucked by a human finger. I feel my cum load cumming. It's running its way through my organ. As the first contraction happens, the collector swallows my glans, squeezing hard on the neck of my cock, as its appendages savagely wait for my seed.
I'm a golden, an enhanced human male, one who was once a regular seed provider. My enhanced abilities allow me to orgasm for around eighteen minutes now. Giving milk all through the ordeal. And it's only been three minutes now. Perfect timing so I can receive the aides once they've finished the cycle. I can't think, I'm cumming for the master of masters.
Deadland Earth Shelter 01X2-OMICRON Human Date: February 26th 2345 Time: 0425 hours File Number: Aide 00100-A18 011-BEN's personal log
Night cycle is over and the Aides to the newbies are coming back to my station. I hadn't had newbies for some time now, and I welcome the diversion. Monitoring their cycles makes me horny as hell and, being a proctor, I do enjoy the benefit of being milked while monitoring. I'm glad I don't have to wait for milking cycles as it was when I was a newbie, trainee, apprentice and aide. All the aides are now handing their equipment and preparing their reports. It's 0300 hours, so their reports will be ready an hour from now.
Aide 00100-A18 approaches me with a troubled face.
"Everything alright, Aide?" I ask him.
"I was wondering if I might have a word with you in private, sir." He says very seriously.
"Please, have a sit." I tell him and then tap a series of commands which close and lock the door. "Go ahead."
"Sir, as you might know, it's been my first night cycle as an aide..."
"I know, go on."
"Sir, doing what I did, well..."
"Yes...?"
"Sir...um...it's just...well, I have this problem..."
He stands up and I can see his huge boner under his aide's skintight silver suit. That's not something I would've expected.
"What's the problem there, son?"
"Sir, can I speak candidly, sir...?"
"Go ahead, aide."
"My balls are gonna explode if I don't cum now, sir."
"Well, aide, there isn't really..." I tell him, and then, remembering, I continue, "...please. Wait here. I'll see what I can do."
I go out leaving the aide in my office. There's this special thing for emergency cases, and I hope submaster Rucbla'Sherl Betax can do something for the aide. His boner did look painful. I put on the headset and tap the special line button. Submaster's Rucbla'Sherl's cavernous voice comes on the other side.
"Yes, proctor?"
"Master," I say respectfully, "I have a case, sir..."
"You know this line is for extreme cases, Proctor. Is this such a case?"
"I believe it is, master," I speak submissively."
"Do speak, Proctor."
"There's an aide under my care sir, 00100-A18..."
"A steward, yes..." the master replies, "what's with him?"
"He performed his first night cycle ever tonight, and he has what seems like a rather painful boner underneath his suit, sir. He has not been assigned to a master sir, and his night cycle under my care is not due for another four days. And he does seem in an urge. He's been an impeccable aide, sir, and I wouldn't want him to break a rule for the sake of his cumfilled balls."
"You do realize, proctor, that if he's assisted by me, there will be no way back?"
"I know, master."
"Such young humans are not ready for the sight of a master. He could lose it. He could go insane."
"I know, master," I reply honestly, "but I think he'll go equally insane if not allowed to cum tonight."
The line goes silent for some minutes, which seem to become an eternity, and submaster Rucbla'Sherl speaks again.
"I have consulted with master Ecu'maret Prime and he's granted his permission for me to perform this merciful task. But there's arrangements to be made."
"Yes, master. You command, and I obey."
"Bring aide 00100-A18 to your personal quarters. There, you'll blindfold him and restrain him. Do explain he's been granted a major favor, and he is not to talk to anyone about it. I'll visit him in your quarters. Because you have brought this case to me, you'll be granted the favor of watching as he's assisted. You will have to remain silent as the process takes place, but you will be able to empty your balls if you wish to do so."
"I?m most honored master, but my seed is the community's..."
"And as a representative of the community I shall have it."
"That's very generous of you, master. As I said, I'm most honored to be granted your favor."
"Aides should be finishing their report," he says, "Send them on their way and proceed to your quarters with Aide 00100-A18."
"I'll do as you command, my Lord."
"Very well. I'll see you shortly."
Line is cut and I go back to my office.
"Please, wait here." I tell 00100-A18.
I unlock the office and go see the other aides. They're all done with their reports and start piling their pads over the preliminary desk. One by one they leave the room. All of them are now experienced aides, most of them in a range between 20 and 23 years old. 00100-A18 has just been recently promoted upon his eighteenth birthday. Once the aides are gone, I go back into the office.
"You have been granted a night's asylum, aide," I tell him, "I hope you'll keep that in mind and throw a good word or two on my tutelage's behalf."
"I will sir. Thank you, sir!" he says excitedly as he rubs his boner through his skintight suit.
"Don't thank me just yet, aide," I tell him seriously, "what you are about to experience is a very special favor, granted to very few aides, especially one so young as yourself. This particular favor ceremony will be hosted in my room. And you'll be blindfolded and restrained at all times. Is that clear, son?"
"Yes, sir," he responds with a certain blush under his cheeks. I assume he thinks I'm gonna have my way with him. How little do aides know about sex with the masters. How little indeed."
TO BE CONTINUED...
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