Tymber Dalton - Spider Bight

“They relax them first, get them used to their touch,” Baltin said. “Those are the novices, in grey. They are learning to be trainers. They must train extensively and meet unanimous approval of all the trainers before they are promoted to training status. It is quite an honor to be a novice, and even more to be a trainer.”

“I guess so,” Emi mumbled.

“This is the initial evaluation process,” Baltin continued. “Any male showing the potential to be a pleasure male is singled out for further evaluation. Those who meet the qualifications of bloodline are extensively evaluated to see if they would be suitable breeders. Otherwise, they are classified by their temperament and aptitude.”

“What about the others,” Emi asked. “The males just standing around and watching?”

“They are already in service,” Mauri said. “Our males are allowed recreation and social time every day. It keeps them healthier and happier. We allow them to freely mingle with the newest males because they can help keep them calm and reassure them when they are first brought in for training.”

The males in the brown collars did look to be on the young end of the scale, although they all appeared to Emi to be in their early twenties by human standards, if she’d read the file information correctly. “How old are the new males?”

“By our law, they cannot be placed in training until they have reached maturity.” Mauri seemed to be searching for the right term. “Adulthood,” she finally said. “Is that the right term?”

Emi nodded. “Yes.”

“When they are young, they are taught skills, how to read and write our language, how to operate machinery, and our laws. They are carefully trained in etiquette and kept physically fit. Fortunately, our males do not reach sexual maturity until they actually mature. Unlike other species, who might be sexually mature before they are physically and mentally mature. If anything, their sexual maturity happens later than many similar races. Some males are not even sexually mature even when they reach the age of adulthood. In that case, they are held back until they do. And even if they have reached sexual maturity, sometimes supervisors will keep young males back a while longer to give them an opportunity to mentally mature and be more receptive to the next stage of their training. It ensures success that way.”

“Fantastic,” Emi mumbled. Her eyes were glued to the scene before her. Now the novices had sat on the bench in front of the bound males. As Emi suspected, the bound males’ heads were in the laps of the novices. The novices stroked the males’ heads, encouraging them, from what she could see. The bound males opened their mouths and started going down on the novices.

Emi couldn’t hear what was going on in the room, but it looked like all three trainers were coaching their novices. After a few minutes, the novices moved down the bench to another three males, where the scene was repeated. All three novices sported rigid penises, but apparently hadn’t orgasmed.

Naj’Mauri walked over to the last bound male and sat in front of him, talking to the three novices. Then he took the male’s head in his hands and drew it into his lap.

Well, at least he might be able to hold out longer since he just came. She watched as he demonstrated different techniques for holding the male’s head, before he affectionately patted the male on the cheek and stood. His cock jutted out at half-mast, and large.

Apparently that part of the evaluation ended. All three novices stood. Wan’Mauri seemed to take over, explaining something and pointing, gesturing.

Emi got the gist.

It seemed Moran males were self-lubricating, for Wan’Mauri walked down to the first one on the bench and stood behind him. The novices followed, carefully watching and nodding their heads. Then Wan’Mauri put his hands on the male’s ass, spread his cheeks, and fed his cock into him.

He held still for a moment, still talking.

Emi, standing there watching with her arms crossed over her chest, surreptitiously pinched herself, hard, to make sure she wasn’t dreaming.

If this is another sim, pull me out right fucking now, Graymard, or I’ll rip your goddamned head off.

She held her breath, but the scene before her didn’t change.

She watched the trainer start to fuck the male. As he had with the blow job, he continued to talk, gesture, and demonstrate.

The novices looked on, nodding.

Then he pulled out. He hadn’t climaxed, because his cock stood straight out now, even larger than it had been before.

Then he gently patted the male on his rump before moving on to the next male. The male didn’t appear to be worse for wear, except he was now trying to hump the air.

One of the novices noticed, too. He tapped the trainer on the shoulder and pointed.

Wan’Mauri turned to look, smiled, and let out a laugh. He returned to the male and patted him on the rump and motioned for one of the novices to once again sit in front of him.

This time, the male seemed frantic to get the novice’s cock in his mouth, opening wide and straining to reach him before he’d fully seated himself on the bench.

Wan’Mauri said something to another novice, who reached beneath the bound male. From the way his arm moved, Emi assumed the bound man was getting a hand job.

“Unless they are a feral or a trainer,” Mauri said, “males are only allowed to have pleasure if pleasuring another. They are not allowed to climax on their own and are trained from a young age to not pleasure themselves.”

Emi found herself asking the question before she realized it. “Why?”

Mauri laughed. “Males can be very selfish if not trained properly. If we allowed them to pleasure themselves at will, they would never learn to work together. They are rewarded for their good behavior. Males who cannot learn this lesson are castrated to prevent them from getting unruly.”

Emi swallowed hard again. “Castrated?”

“Oh, it is a last resort, I assure you. Less than one percent of our males, even the ferals, face castration. Sterilization allows them to still feel pleasure and the urges, but they cannot breed. Many males are sterilized early in their lives, depending on their bloodlines. Sterilized males still make wonderful pleasure males.

The bound man’s body went rigid before going limp. The novice at his head patted him on the cheek, making him release his cock from his mouth. The trainer motioned for the second novice to come over and hold out his hand in front of the bound male’s head. Then the bound male opened his mouth and licked his cum from the novice’s hand.

As he did, the trainer stroked his head. From the expression on his face, he guessed he was praising the male.

Emi looked up when the technician spoke to Mauri.

Mauri’s eyes lit up. “Doctor, you are in for a special treat. They are preparing to perform a feral breeding.”

“Oh…boy.” She prayed the Morans weren’t empathic and couldn’t sense sarcasm.

“Come. This way.”

Emi took a deep breath. After one last glance into the room, where the second man in line was now being reamed up the ass, Emi followed her host.

“So all those were Moran males in there?” Emi asked.

“Yes. Why?”

“I’ve heard rumors that some men from other species like to get a taste of that.”

Mauri smiled. “We do have some males from time to time of other species, yes. But they must come accompanied by a female owner. We turn down countless requests by unowned males to utilize our facilities. It would never do to have unowned males running loose on our planet. It is against our laws.”

The next room on the tour was at the far end of the corridor. Four Moran women stood in one corner. One wore a plain white robe and stood, barefoot, while three others in normal clothes stood talking with her.