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The Boys of Colony Theta Ch.01

By: The_Rat_in_the_Hat



AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the first chapter of my latest story set in a post-apocalyptic world where, due to a plague that infects only males, the world is now run by women and men find themselves as second-class citizens. I would like to point out that there is very little in the way of sex in this first chapter as it is mainly intended to set the scene for later chapters where there WILL be sex. Hopefully, lots of it! I hope you enjoy this story and please feel free to send feedback with any suggestions you may have for future plotlines within the arc of this story. 

All characters are over 18. 

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PROLOGUE 

April 25th 2038 was the day when everything changed. A day which set into motion a sequence of events which ultimately led to the deaths of half of the population of Earth. That was the day when the Sisters of Salinas made their presence felt for the first time. 

It had started off as just another day at Mountpleasant School for Boys, nestled deep in the English countryside. Unbeknownst to the pupils and staff, no fewer than 12 explosive devices had been planted around the school. They had been placed in plastic containers hidden in air conditioning ducts by a terrorist cell during the night. The school was seen as a low-risk target and so, with only a single security guard to patrol the corridors at night, the terrorists had ample time to plant the devices without detection. 

At precisely 9:30 am the next morning, the busiest possible time of day when the pupils were milling around the corridors on their way to their first lesson of the day following morning registration, the bombs were detonated within seconds of each other. 

245 boys and 7 teachers were killed. 

It was a tragedy on a national scale; news channels the world over covered the story and theories as to who were the perpetrators of this shocking act went viral almost immediately. Some people speculated that it was religious fanatics, some even said it was a disgruntled former pupil of the school. They were all wrong. They were very wrong. 

The Prime Minister made an emergency statement in Parliament condemning the atrocity. Other political figures from around the world sent messages of solidarity and sympathy to the people of Britain. Flags across the nation were taken down to fly at half-mast. Britain entered a period of national mourning. 

12 hours after the blasts, a statement was released to the media. Its message shocked the world to its foundations. 

"We are the Sisters of Salinas. Earlier today we detonated a series of devices at the Mountpleasant School for Boys. The purpose of this act was to demonstrate our capability and our resolve for revenge for all the injustices suffered by women at the hands of the male of the species. All males are vermin who must be exterminated - the boys who died today are the rapists, wife-beaters, child molesters and sexual predators of the future. By removing them from the gene pool we are saving the women of the future. We shall not rest until the male of the species is wiped from the face of the Earth. This is our vow, this is our purpose." 

The so-called Sisters of Salinas took inspiration from the late Salinas T, a particularly fanatical radical feminist who was so fanatical that she even saw her own surname as a symbol of male oppression and so she resolved to be known only by her first name and the first initial of her surname. In the 1960's she founded the S.T.E.M. group and released her own manifesto to publicise her political views. In it, among other things, she pledged to "eliminate the male sex" and "wipe the Y chromosome from the face of mother earth". It was later revealed that S.T.E.M. stood for "Society for the Total Eradication of Men". On June 3rd 1968, she attempted to murder a well-known football player (who had been a victim of a false accusation of rape a few years previously) in central Manhattan. She fired 3 shots, one of which passed through both of his lungs, his spleen, stomach, liver, and esophagus. He barely survived the attack. She was arrested the day after the shooting and was eventually sentenced to 3 years imprisonment for attempted murder. Salinas T died on April 25th 1988. The terrorist group that carried her name announced itself to the world on the 50th anniversary of her death. 

To begin with, the Sisters of Salinas was treated by the authorities as merely a single localised group of radical feminist fanatics. Three weeks later however, all that changed. 

On May 16th, three more atrocities were carried out; one in an all-male soccer club at a small town in upstate New York, the second at another boys school near Berlin, Germany and a third at a male-only fun run in aid of raising funds for research into prostate cancer in Melbourne, Australia. The Sisters of Salinas declared responsibility for all three atrocities - in a single day they had killed 754 people, 98% of which were male. 

The next day, the UN Security Council declared the group as "enemies of equality". 

To begin with, the Sisters of Salinas' terror campaign consisted of mainly isolated, but occasionally coordinated, bombings. For years they targeted places and events that were either totally all-male or where the majority of people present were male. The shadowy terrorist group declared any women that were caught up in the carnage as "martyrs". It seemed like just another terrorist bombing campaign - occasionally some arrests were made and attempts were made to infiltrate the group to flush its members out into the open. But it became apparent however, that the Sisters of Salinas were not only many in number, but also very well funded. In fact they were so well funded and well connected that they were able to develop a weapon that would have a devastating effect on the population of the world. 

That weapon was codenamed "Andrasta Y". 

Andrasta Y, named after a warrior goddess of the ancient British Iceni tribe, was a sophisticated bio-weapon, a genetically mutated airborne plague that targeted any human that carried a Y chromosome. In short, every man and boy on the planet. 

June 18th 2045 was the day on which the Sisters of Salinas released the pathogen into the environment at 27 sites simultaneously around the world. Almost immediately, men and boys began to die by the hundreds. A few days later, they were dying by the thousands. A few weeks later, they were dying by the millions. A worldwide emergency was declared; the rate of infection was increasing exponentially. A plan of action had to be put into motion before the male sex was wiped out entirely. 

Chaos ensued; the bodies of men and boys littered every street in every city, town and village around the world. Waste incinerators, industrial furnaces and even steelworks were pressed into service as makeshift crematoria to burn the millions of bodies. Vast pits were excavated to bury the corpses; they were literally bulldozed in by the thousands. The economy of the world went into freefall, manufacturing ground to a complete halt, society as a whole descended into anarchy as men tried in vain to flee to anywhere that may be safe from the plague and the women who loved them did everything they could, no matter how desperate and destructive, to save them. 

But it was all in vain. 

The only thing that prevented the men of the world from dying out completely, and by extension the human race as a whole, was the quick thinking of the World Health Organisation. Across the world decommissioned mines were pressed into service to act as subterranean refuges from the ravages of the plague. Airlocks and decontamination facilities were constructed at their entrances and as many men and boys as could safely be accommodated therein were sealed inside the dimly lit catacombs. It was only intended to be a temporary measure however. After a few years the mines were extended and eventually, the women of the world, in order to contain what now remained of the now precious male population, constructed vast steel and glass domes to contain them in more pleasant yet still completely sterile surroundings. 

By the time the global situation began to stabilise, only 1% of the male population had survived. 

Attempts were made to set up a breeding program and women were sent into the domes, after having been thoroughly decontaminated first, to mate with males and carry their babies. However, as soon as male babies were born into the outside world they were infected by the plague that still lurked in the atmosphere and all of them died within a few hours of birth. 

It was clear that the only thing that could save humanity was for an effective vaccine to be developed. 

It took 32 years. 

In that time, society had changed almost beyond recognition. Women had taken over the running of the planet. The plague had been a severe wake-up call for the human race, almost overnight there was an end to all wars and eventually national governments were replaced by a United Global Council. Women had learned how to live without men. They had learned, often the hard way, how to run the world's power stations, industrial and commercial operations and all the things that society depended on. Things were gradually returning to some semblance of normality, the human spirit of overcoming adversity had seemed to triumph over adversity. As normal as a world without men could be, that is. 

The trials of the vaccine ultimately proved to be successful. Volunteer males were injected with the vaccine and, despite more than a few tragedies along the way, there was jubilation as one male was successfully treated and survived. The vaccine was manufactured in haste and administered to the now-aging male population housed inside the sterile domes. It was a complete success at first, and thousands of men were released from the imprisonment of the domes. 

But there was a problem. 

It soon became apparent that the vaccine had an unwanted and potentially disastrous side-effect. It rendered any male injected with it completely infertile. In essence, any male treated with the vaccine was effectively chemically castrated. 

The vaccination program was immediately suspended. But at least all was not lost - as long as there were enough fertile but unvaccinated males contained within the sterile environment of the domes, it was possible to finally set up a breeding program. Women entered the domes once more and successfully became pregnant - they would then remain within the domes until they gave birth. If the child were female, she and her mother would be released back into the outside world to live normally. If the child was male, he would remain inside the safety of the dome to be raised by trained nurses until such time as it could be determined whether he would be sufficiently fertile enough to become part of the new breeding program and be used to sire offspring of his own. Those males who were determined as not fertile enough were then vaccinated and released into the outside world. It was decided that the age at which males would be tested for their suitability would be 18, this meant that if they were found to be unsuitable for breeding they would be old enough to be able to look after themselves in the outside world. 

Gradually the domes, which had initially been sterile refuges of safety, became breeding colonies, some growing almost to the size of small cities. They had become a production line for human reproduction and the population of the world finally began to recover. It took over two hundred years before the population began to stabilise - all conception and all childbirth now took place within the sterile confines of the breeding colonies. 

As an unexpected result, because all males outside the breeding colonies were infertile, there was now no chance of unwanted pregnancies. The upshot of this was a new sexual revolution where no form of contraception was ever required. A sexual revolution where women were in command and where males became little more than living sex-toys. 

Society adjusted to the new situation - women now ran the government, ran the industries and businesses. Women did all the manual labour, the construction, mining and manufacturing. Women ran all the financial institutions, the banks, insurers and commodities markets. Women ran the retail sector from huge global chains to independent shops and small businesses. 

In contrast, males were reduced to low-paid clerical and secretarial positions, jobs in the retail sector such as working as shelf-stackers and checkout staff, and all males were expected to take over the running of the home as househusbands. And of course, they were expected to be able to perform for their mistresses and cater to their sexual needs whenever it was demanded of them. 

It took a long time for women to finally accept men back into society. Decades, in fact. But eventually, society began to settle into some form of harmony. But the world had changed forever - once, in its now distant past, the world was a patriarchy - now, it had become a matriarchy. In many ways, the Sisters of Salinas had achieved what they had set out to do, namely to create a female-dominated society. The only spanner in the works was that despite their efforts, this society still had males in it. Thankfully, following the release of the plague, a concerted effort was instigated to track down the radical feminist terrorists once and for all. The ringleaders were eventually identified, brought to justice and ultimately executed for their atrocity that had resulted in almost 4 billion deaths and the near extinction of the human race. 

By the year 2457, the population had declined from a peak of over 7 billion down to just over 2 billion people. Thanks to the efforts of those running the breeding programs, the ratio of female to male was a much more manageable 10:7 - for every 10 women there were 7 men. Despite continued efforts, the scientists of the world were unable to develop a better vaccine, but by that time society had adapted. It simply became a fact of life that in order to have a child, a woman (after first determining upon which date she would be at her most receptive) had to enter one of the world's 24 main breeding colonies (which by then had all been individually designated under the Greek alphabet from Alpha through to Omega), be assigned a donor male to have sex with and then bear his child until it can be born in the safety of the colony. It also became a fact of life that if she had a girl she could take her home and raise her herself - if she had a boy she had to leave him behind in the colony. 

And so it was that what had once been a man's world had now become a woman's world. A world into which were born three boys on the 15th of September in the year 2439 in Breeding Colony Theta, 50 miles from London. Their names were Danny, Harry and Jim and they were about to embark on their journey to the outside world. 

CHAPTER ONE - LEAVING COLONY THETA 

September 20th, 2457. Danny, Harry and Jim waited nervously in the waiting area of the processing wing of the discharge administration building of Breeding Colony Theta. All three had been born within its confines and had lived their entire lives there. It was the only world they had ever known. Of course, in the run up to their 18th year they had attended school within the colony and learnt all they had needed about the world which lay outside the huge network of permanently sterile and environmentally controlled domes that made up the breeding colony. Of course, no amount of schooling could ever prepare one for the reality of life in the outside world so the three boys were nonetheless anxious about what was about to happen to them and where they would ultimately end up. 

None of the three had any idea who their parents were. But this was perfectly normal for boys in the world these days - so many women came to the colonies be served by the breeding males, known as "copulators", that keeping track of the number of children that were eventually born became an administrative nightmare. Baby boys were immediately taken from their mothers shortly after birth and were assigned a name generated at random by computer. Whilst women still bore first, middle and surnames, a boys name consisted of his randomly selected first name, the name of the colony where he was born and a randomly generated 6-figure registration number. 

"Daniel Theta 134769." Came the voice of the senior discharging officer of Breeding Colony Theta. It was her job to inform the boys who had come of age as to where they would be discharged to upon their release from the colony. 

Danny stood up, received gestures of encouragement from his two friends, and nervously entered the discharging officer's office. 

"Please take a seat." She said as she smiled warmly. 

"Thank you." Danny replied meekly as he sat down opposite. 

"My name is Janet, it's a pleasure to meet you." She said. She always tried to adopt as matronly a manner as possible. After all, going out from the safe confines of the breeding colony into the big bad outside world was a monumental upheaval for a boy. She always likened her job to a mother eagle - nurturing her offspring from helpless chicks until they became fully-fledged and ready to leave the nest, take flight and soar away into the world. She knew how nervous the boys were about leaving the only world they knew; the legions of women who oversaw the running of the colony, the nurses who raised them, the teachers who schooled them, the matrons who acted as surrogate mothers. She had made it her life's work to make their transition from inmates of the breeding colony into citizens of the outside world. 

"So... just turned 18 eh." She said brightly, "About to go off into the outside world for the very first time. You nervous?" 

"Yes ma'am... a little." Danny replied. 

Janet smiled. 

"There's no need to be, really." She said as she consulted the screen of her computer. "Now, you've already been through the standard discharging process tests and I am happy to inform you that all of your vital statistics and functions are normal and well within acceptable guidelines for you to be vaccinated and released from the colony." 

The standard discharging process tests consisted of a series of tests: physical, mental and medical, to determine the overall fitness of the boys to ascertain their suitability for release from the colony. Over the course of the previous 5 days since their 18th birthdays, the three boys had taken part in a series of gym tests to determine their level of overall fitness, sat through several mental tests such as logic puzzles and mathematical problems to test their level of intelligence and a full and very exhaustive medical examination during which samples were collected of their blood, urine and, most importantly of all, their semen. 

"Since you were moved from the junior population block into the adolescent block," Janet continued, "you have been gradually exposed to non-lethal pathogens in order for you to build up your immune system to enable it to cope with life outside of a sterile environment. The only thing you are still not immune to is the Andrasta plague." 

"Oh." Danny said meekly. In his heart he knew he wanted to leave the colony but he was nonetheless anxious about the reality of leaving everything he had ever known behind. 

Janet's heart melted a little, it always did when it came to this part of her job. She put her emotions to one side and continued. 

"So, in a moment I shall administer you with the vaccination. After that you will spend the next 5 days in the quarantine zone and after that we will take another sample of your blood and semen to determine whether the vaccine has successfully taken. As long as all that goes well you will then be taken to the discharging zone where you will be issued with a set of clothes, a discharge grant of 8,000 credits and you will be introduced to your sponsor. Your sponsor will take you to a halfway house where you can adjust to life outside the colony. Eventually you will be able to find a job and hopefully within a couple of years you'll be able to live fully independently." 


The Boys of Colony Theta Ch.01



"Sponsor?" Danny asked, "What do you mean by sponsor?" 

"Think of her as a kind of foster mother." Janet explained, "She is paid by the government to take you into her home and assist you in settling into your new life outside the colony." 

"I see," Danny said. 

"Now, are you ready for me to give you your vaccination?" 

"I guess." 

"Good, now just turn around, place your hands on the yellow circles on the wall there and bend over." Janet said as she took a large syringe from a chilled cabinet that sat next to her desk. 

Danny did as he was told. Janet looked at the boy as he bent over; she secretly enjoyed this part. In her mind the vaccine she delivered into the naked buttocks of the boys was the gift of freedom from the confines of the breeding colony. 

One of the things that had changed much over the centuries since the release of the plague was the way in which males and females dressed. Women, having had to adjust to being the breadwinners and the majority of the workforce, now favoured to wear clothes that placed practicality over style. Nowadays women wore clothes that had a more traditionally masculine appearance; plain trousers, shirts and flat shoes made of restrained and plainer designs. Men, having been forced into adopting lifestyles more traditionally associated with the feminine, now predominantly wore kilts or skin-tight leggings instead of trousers and, with more time to devote to the following of fashion, could indulge themselves in the pursuit of looking good. Male clothing was still undeniably masculine, it wasn't as if the entire male population went around in drag, but it was a much softer and more passive kind of masculinity that prevailed in the world today. Male clothing was as much about attracting a member of the opposite sex as it was about simply covering the body. Women simply did not pursue fashion in quite the way they had in the now distant past. Nowadays it was the men who spent more of their income on clothes. 

Janet looked lovingly at Danny as he bent over. With syringe in one hand, she lifted up the boys' kilt with the other, leaving the fabric bunched up on his back. Then she pulled down his underwear, a pair of royal blue skin-tight briefs made of an almost sheer fabric that accentuated the boys' buttocks to such an extent that they might just as well not be covered at all. Inwardly, Janet wished that this part of her job allowed her to see the boy from the front, to admire his beautifully masculine genitalia. But this would be inappropriate, she mused regretfully, she had a job to do and looking at boy's private parts was alas, not part of her job. 

Besides, there was always her concubine, Simon to come home to. He would obediently allow his mistress to undress him whenever she wanted to see him naked. Which was virtually all the time while in the privacy of her home. He was such an adorable creature, she thought to herself, his delightfully muscular physique, his indescribable but oh-so-arousing musky scent and... his penis, oh his beautiful penis! She admired his penis above all of his other attributes - the way it moved as he walked around, the way it could transform itself from being a soft and limp appendage between his legs into a firm and almost hot to the touch pillar of concentrated masculinity. Even though his erection was average at best, the sight of her beloved concubine's fully erect penis was enough to reduce this normally strong and authoritative woman into a drooling, dribbling horny monster. He was SO going to be ridden tonight! 

Instead, she consoled herself for the time being by simply admiring Danny's naked buttocks for a brief moment. 

"Okay, take a deep breath for me Daniel," she said, "You'll feel a sharp sting for a moment and then it'll all be over." 

She placed the tip of the needle against the soft skin of Danny's right buttock and with a gentle push, the needle pierced into his flesh. 

"Owww!!" Danny gasped. 

"Shh shhh shhh, it's alright." Janet said calmly as she pushed the plunger to deliver the vaccine into Danny's body. 

"There," she said as she removed the needle and placed a small sticking bandage to the tiny puncture wound, "all done. That wasn't so bad was it?" 

"I guess not." Said Danny as he stood and pulled his briefs back up. 

"You'll feel a little bit sore there for a day or two and you'll have a bit of a bruise but it'll soon clear up." Janet said as she disposed of the syringe. 

"Thanks." Danny replied unsure of what to say at this point. 

"Good, now you must report to the quarantine zone. A member of the quarantine zone staff will take you down there once I have taken care of your two friends." 

"Thank you ma'am." Danny said. 

Janet held out her right hand, Danny instinctively took it in his. 

"Good luck, I hope you have a long and successful life in the outside world." Janet said as she shook the boy's hand. 

Danny then took his leave and left to rejoin his two friends. 

"Harold Theta 648621 please." Janet called once Danny had sat back down in the waiting area. With a deep breath to calm his nerves, Harry stood up and entered Janet's office. 

"Yes ma'am." He said as he stood before the discharging officer's desk. 

"Please sit down." Janet said. 

Like Danny before him, Harry did as he was told. 

"Well, you're finally on the cusp of leaving here and making your way out into the world." Janet said with a soft smile. "I expect you're a little nervous." 

"No ma'am," Harry replied excitedly, "I can't wait to get out there and explore!" 

Harry had always been the most adventurous of the three friends. He spent hours in books and online, learning as much as he could about the world outside the breeding colony. He fantasised about visiting the places he read about - New York City, the Palace of Versailles, Sydney Harbour Bridge. Or at least, what was left of them. The plague had devastated the global population, and with drastically far fewer people to live in them and maintain them, many of the once majestic cities and landmarks of the world now lie in ruin. But pretty soon he would be free to go and visit these places for real. The world was his oyster and he was keen to fulfill his dreams. 

"Ahem, well..." Janet said, clearing her throat. "It's always nice to see a boy with such keenness to go out and explore. However, and I don't mean to burst your bubble too much, I'm afraid those dreams of yours of exploring may have to wait for a while." 

"What do you mean?" Harry asked, "I worked it all out... If I use my discharge grant I could be able to get as far as the Middle East. When I run out of money I can get a job, save up some more and then move on after a year or two. I'll work my way around the world if I have to." 

"No-one's saying you can't do any of those things," Janet said, "it's just that you'll have to put things on hold for a few years." 

"How many years?" Harry asked trying his best to sound defiant. 

Janet sighed. 

"Ten years." She said. 

"What?? Ten years? Why??" Harry exclaimed. 

"It's a little complicated, so bear with me ok." Janet said, "When you went through your medical assessment, various measurements of your body were taken. One of those, as I'm sure you'll remember, was the length of your penis when fully erect." 

"Yes... so?" Harry said, a little embarrassed that the subject of his genitalia had been brought up. Of course he'd remembered the moment when the female medical assistant ordered him to have an erection for her and he recalled the shame he felt stood there in front of her as she took his erection in her hand and measured it. 

"Your erection was measured at 7.1 inches." Janet explained, "Now, the range for average penis size when fully erect is 5.5 to 6.3 inches so the good news is that your penis is larger than average." 

Harry, just like pretty much every other male in the world, was somewhat gladdened to have confirmation that he was considered to be well-hung. He had always suspected as much anyway. Ever since puberty had kicked in he always compared his size to that of the other boys in the communal showers in the colony and he always thought that, although not immense, his penis was amongst the larger of the boys in his dormitory group. To have this news confirmed made him subconsciously swell with pride. His initial embarrassment had been swept under the carpet, for the time being at least. It still didn't explain why the discharging officer told him he would have to postpone his dream of exploring the world however. 

"The bad news is that this places you 0.1 inches inside the Maison Service threshold." Janet said. 

"Maison Service threshold?" Harry asked, "What's that?" 

Janet sighed. This boy was so bright and enthusiastic about getting out into the world and seeing its sights. It almost broke her heart to have to do this to him. But it was government legislation; she had no choice but to consign him to the Maison Service. To make it even crueler, young Harry had qualified by only the smallest of margins. Janet took a deep breath and did her best to explain what was going to happen to Harry once he was discharged. 

"The Maison Service is... well... to put it as simply as possible, a maison is a place where ladies can go to er... pay to... um... have sex... with boys." Janet said, she realised she wasn't explaining things too well. "Boys whose penises measure more than 7 inches when fully erect are enrolled into the Maison Service to train to become Consorts. A consort is a boy who is... well... trained to have sex with women. Consorts are housed and work in places known as maisons - there can be as many as a hundred to as few as a dozen or so consorts in a maison. You will be assigned to a maison and you will spend your first few months being trained how to service a woman sexually and delivering her the most pleasure you can possibly give her, all whilst having no consideration for your own pleasure. Now, that doesn't mean that you aren't entitled to any pleasure, it just means that you have to put your customers pleasure before your own." 

"Oh." Harry said dejectedly, his dreams lying in tatters. "So that basically means I am to become little more than a sex slave." 

"It's not as bad as all that." Janet said, "It's true that you won't be paid for every time you service a client but you will not be a slave. You will be given an allowance for you to spend on clothes and toiletries and things like that. Once you have served your tenure as a consort you will be given a discharge grant on top of your deflowering money." 

"Deflowering money?" 

"Once, after he has been trained, a newly qualified consort must be deflowered. Deflowering means losing one's virginity. Your virginity will be auctioned off to the highest bidder; winning bids can run into many thousands of credits. Certainly enough to pay for a place of your own once your tenure is served. The maison retains around a quarter of the deflowering payment from the winning bidder with you receiving the rest once your ten-year service is up. It will also be adjusted for inflation of course." 

"Right." Harry said, somewhat downcast. 

"But there are some positives." Janet said brightly in an attempt to cheer the poor boy up a little, "Whilst you are serving as a consort you can undertake as much or as little further education as you like. Many former consorts have qualified as doctors and engineers whilst in service and gone on to have good careers after leaving the Maison Service. And you won't be a prisoner either, you will be free to go wherever you like when you aren't working. Within reason, that is. You will be implanted with a tracking device to make sure that you don't try to escape from whichever maison you are assigned to. As long as you are back before 6pm each evening you may go wherever you wish and do whatever you like. Consorts only work four days and nights a week so you will have plenty of spare time." 

"Is there any way I can get out of this?" Harry said, desperately trying to cling onto some form of hope that he would not have to become a consort. 

"I'm afraid not." Janet said as she placed her hand on Harry's in an attempt to comfort him. "I tried to pull a few strings with the Maison Service administrators and explained that you only qualified by the tiniest of margins but it was no use. They were adamant - apparently they had already assigned you to a maison in central London." 

Harry sighed heavily. He was fighting an intense internal battle with his emotions - he was determined not to allow himself to cry. 

It was a battle that he unfortunately lost however. 

He burst into floods of tears. Janet, taking pity on the poor boy, got up from her desk and went around to where Harry was sitting. She took him in her arms and hugged him tightly. The boy's body heaved as he sobbed into her bosom, leaving tearstains on her blouse. 

After a few minutes Harry managed to pull himself together a little - Janet's consoling him had had it's desired effect. She released him from her embrace and looked him in the eye. 

"I'm so sorry poppet," she said, "I tried everything I could to make them change their mind." 

"That's ok," Harry sniffled, "thank you for at least trying." 

"You'll be fine, trust me. I'm sure you'll make plenty of friends among the other consorts. Anyway, time is getting on - it's time for me to give you your vaccination." 

"Ok." Harry said simply. 

Once again she instructed the boy to bend over and place his hands on the wall. Once again she took a fresh syringe of vaccine from the chilled cabinet and lifted up Harry's kilt and then took down his underwear. He drew in a sharp intake of breath as the needle punctured the skin of his right buttock. In just a few moments it was all over. 

"If it's any consolation," Janet said as Harry stood up and pulled his underwear back up, "I have to give your friend James some worse news." 

"Worse news?" Harry said, he half-knew what that news would be. It was the one outcome that no boy in the colony wanted to hear. 

"I'm afraid so." Janet said, "But you can't mention it to him until I have had a chance to break it to him, understood?" 

"Yes ma'am" Harry replied. 

"Good boy." 

"So what happens now?" Harry asked. 

"You will be sent down to the quarantine zone along with your friend Daniel and you will be kept there for a period of 5 days. After 5 days you will undergo another blood test and your semen shall be examined to make sure the vaccine has taken effect. As long as the result is positive you shall be released from the colony. You will be met at the exit by a representative of the maison you have been assigned to and you will be taken straight to the maison to begin your training as a consort." Janet explained. 

"Right." Harry said, wiping a tear from his eye with the back of his hand. 

"You'll be fine, you'll see." Janet said as she hugged Harry once more, "Now, you can go back and rejoin the others, I shall call for your friend James in a few moments. 

Harry sighed as Janet let go of him. He straightened up and left the office. His two best friends Danny and Jim looked up at him as he re-entered the small waiting area. Danny and Jim could instantly tell that Harry had been given some bad news. Both boys stood up to comfort their friend. 

"James Theta 758994 please." Came Janet's voice from the office next door to the waiting area. 

Jim reluctantly disengaged himself from the small group embrace and dutifully headed into Janet's office. 

"Good luck mate!" Danny called to his friend as he disappeared into the room, closing the door behind him. 

"Hello James," Janet said with an obviously false smile. If there was one thing Jim was good at it was reading people's body language. Already he could sense that the discharging officer was hiding something. 

"Um... hi." Jim replied. 

"Well..." Janet began, "18 years old at last eh." 

"Just be straight with me ma'am," Jim interrupted, "is it good news or bad news?" 

Janet sighed. 

"Well, it depends on how you look at it." 

"Well??" Jim said, anxious to find out what his fate would be. 

"Basically, when your semen was analysed it was found that you have a very healthy sperm count. It was comfortably over the threshold value." 

"Threshold value?" Jim said. In the back of his mind he knew what Janet was referring to but he didn't want to believe it. 

"The threshold value for you to be retained as a copulator." Janet said, confirming Jim's worst fears. 

Around 1 in every 10 boys was found to be suitable for breeding. The last thing any boy wanted to hear when they were on the verge of leaving the breeding colony was that they were to be retained as part of the breeding program. It wasn't that they didn't appreciate the fact that they were more fertile than their peers. Neither was it due to the fact that they would be getting more than their fair share of sex. The reason why no boy wanted to be retained was that it meant that they would have to face another 5 years confined within the breeding colony. 

"Oh... shit." Jim said dejectedly. 

"I'm sorry, I really am." Janet said. "But unfortunately I cannot vaccinate and discharge you from the colony today. Instead, you will be taken from here into the fertilising sector where you will spend the next 5 years copulating with volunteer females in order to impregnate them. I won't lie to you, it isn't as much fun as it sounds. In fact, it'll probably be very hard work if you can believe that basically having sex every day is hard work, but there will be a lot of pressure on you to be able to sire as many children as you possibly can. It is possible that by the time you are eventually discharged you could be the father of over a thousand children." 

Breeding Colony Theta was, like every other breeding colony in the world, divided into two sectors - a rearing sector, where male offspring were born and raised from babies into adulthood, and a fertilising sector where the breeding stock of fertile males were housed and where all of the mating occurred. The fertilising sector of Colony Theta was colloquially known, somewhat unsurprisingly, as 'the stud farm' - it housed tens of thousands of young men and consisted of large ranks of dormitories, communal dining, showering and recreation areas, an entire college for further education and of course hundreds of fertilisation rooms. The fertilisation rooms were of course, where all the sex happened. Many attempts had been made to find the most efficient method of fertilising women's eggs with the sperm supplied by the fertile young men of the colony. Advanced forms of IVF were trialed along with more reliable forms of artificial insemination, but all were found to be either vastly too expensive and time-consuming or simply not effective enough. Nature it seemed, knew best - the most efficient method of getting males to successfully impregnate the would-be mothers was simple. 

SEX - and plenty of it. 

Jim resigned himself to his fate tried to hold back his tears. Out of the three of them he always considered himself as the more mature, the unofficial leader of the group, the one the other two subconsciously looked up to. He desperately wanted for them to remain together as a group but now he knew that it could not be so. 

Jim stood up and took a deep breath. 

"Right then," he said trying his best to present an air of confidence, on the outside at least, "if that's all there is I suppose I'd better make my way there now." 

He turned and headed towards the door. 

"Wait!" Janet called to him just as his hand started to turn the door handle, "I need to explain a few more things before you go." 

"Yes?" Jim said as he turned towards the administration officer. 




The Boys of Colony Theta Ch.01



"Once you are inside the fertilisation sector you will be expected to be able to perform at a moment's notice." Janet said, "You will also be given a special diet to ensure that your testes produce as much healthy semen as possible..." 

Once again from the tone of her voice Jim sensed that there was more. 

"And?" he prompted. 

"You will be... um... kept naked. Completely naked at all times." She said. 

"Naked??? Why???" 

"The environmental conditions inside the fertilisation sector are carefully monitored to ensure that the temperature and humidity are just right to enable your testes to function at their most efficient. However, in order to achieve that you have to be completely nude. Once you enter the fertilisation sector you will not be allowed to wear any form of clothing until you are discharged at the end of your 5-year period of service. It may take some time for you to be rehabilitated to become used to wearing clothes again once you leave." Janet explained. 

"Fine. Whatever." Jim said. He opened the door and strode through into the waiting area to rejoin his friends. 

He broke the news to them. They were all utterly heartbroken for him, Danny especially. Danny and Jim had always been the closest friends out of the three of them. Harry explained his situation to Jim, having told Danny whist Jim was in the administrator's office. The three friends - the three amigos, as they styled themselves, were about to be broken up. It was a harsh reality but there was nothing they could do about it. Jim, his unofficial leadership surfacing once more, made an announcement to the group. 

"Right, I won't be discharged from here for another 5 years, so I'll have to stay here until..." Jim said as he consulted the calendar on the wall noting the current date, "September 20th 2462. I propose that the three of us meet up together on say, September 31st of that year at um... let's see... The base of Nelson's Column in Trafalgar Square at midday. Agreed?" 

"Agreed." Danny and Harry said in unison. None of the three had ever been to Trafalgar Square of course but they had all seen pictures of it and it seemed like it would be easy to find. 

"Why the 31st?" Danny asked. 

"Just in case my release date is a little delayed." Jim explained. 

Just then the door to the waiting room opened and a tall blonde haired woman, obviously in her mid 50's, entered. 

"James Theta 758994?" she asked the room. 

"Yes ma'am." Jim said turning to face the woman. 

"My name is Annette, I am to take you into the fertilisation sector." She said to the newest member of Colony Theta's population of copulators. 

Jim smiled sadly to his two friends. Once more they engaged in a tearful group embrace. 

"Remember lads," Jim said as the embrace broke up, "Midday on September the 31st in 2462 at the base of Nelson's Column. Got that?" 

"Yes, got it." Harry said. 

"Understood." Danny said. 

"Right then," said Jim, "well, it looks like this is it. See you in 5 years. Good luck, wherever you end up." 

"Yeah, good luck Jim," Danny said, "We'll miss you." 

"Yes, see you mate." Harry said giving his friend one last hug. 

And with that Jim turned to Annette. 

"Ok, let's go." He said simply. He turned towards the door and walked out closely followed by Annette. 

With Jim now gone, a woman wearing nothing but a simple white Nomex coverall who introduced herself as Stevie met Danny and Harry. She looked to be in her mid thirties and obviously looked after herself. She took them down a long series of corridors until the group came to a large set of heavy mechanical doors which read 'quarantine and discharge zone'. She held her hand against the scanner pad on the wall next to the door, which then bleeped and with a loud hiss and a whirr the huge doors opened to reveal chamber with another identical set of doors directly opposite. It was an airlock. As soon as the group entered the airlock the heavy doors began to slide shut behind them. With a loud metallic clang the doors sealed themselves closed, cutting them off from the rearing sector of the colony, the only world Danny and Harry had ever known. 

No sooner had the doors closed, Annette started pulling off the one-piece Nomex coverall that she had been wearing, revealing that she was naked underneath. Danny and Harry had never seen a naked female in the flesh before. They had seen pictures of course, mainly during sex education lessons when they were at school, but to actually see a naked woman in all her feminine glory stood before them mere inches from the two boys caused both of them to involuntarily start to become erect. Stevie was muscular and obviously worked out regularly. Despite this she was nevertheless a vision of feminine beauty and power. 

She picked up the Nomex coverall from the floor and placed it in an alcove located on one of the side walls of the airlock. 

"Get undressed please, and place your clothes in the alcove." Stevie ordered the two boys. She eyed the two boys who obviously showed signs of embarrassment. She had of course been here many times and she knew exactly why the two boys before her would be embarrassed. "Don't worry about being aroused, believe me I see it all the time." 

Danny and Harry looked at each other hesitantly. 

"Get. Naked. Now." Stevie commanded, "Please." 

With a collective sigh, both boys began to strip off. They did as they were told and placed the shoes, socks, shirts, kilts and underpants that they had been wearing, the standard uniform for inmates of the breeding colony, into the alcove as instructed. They stood before Stevie; both were magnificently erect and blushing furiously. 

Both boys were of course used to being naked, but that was only during the communal showers that all boys had to take on a daily basis and despite there being females present at the time, they themselves had always remained clothed at all times and at a respectful distance. 

Stevie then pressed a button on the wall next to the alcove and a thick panel of glass slid down and sealed off the alcove from the rest of the airlock. As soon as it closed there was a bright flash and a brief burst of flames as the boys clothes and Stevie's Nomex coveralls were incinerated before their eyes leaving nothing but a layer of grey ash at the bottom of the alcove. With a loud hiss, the back wall of the alcove opened up and all of the ash was suddenly sucked out. 

"Okay, now please stand with your legs apart and your arms out." Stevie instructed, taking up the position herself. 

The boys did as instructed. After a moment there was a short burst of noise from a siren and with a loud hissing noise the airlock was filled with a thick white mist of acrid tasting disinfectant billowing out from the slats of a number of vents around the inside of the airlock. It coated every inch of the three naked bodies within and every square inch of the inside of the airlock itself. No sooner had it started, there was a sound of fans starting up and the sour tasting mist was sucked back out of the airlock. 

As soon as the mist cleared the second set of doors opened. 

"Welcome to the quarantine zone." Stevie said as she stepped out of the airlock. She took a robe off of a hook by the door on the outside of the airlock and wrapped it around her concealing her nudity. 

Two attendants strode over to the two boys and wrapped them both in blankets. 

The quarantine zone of Breeding Colony Theta consisted of a campus of buildings inside one of the colony's smallest domes. Despite being the smallest, the dome containing the quarantine zone was still large enough to enclose a huge amount of internal space. Enough to contain a campus the size of a small hamlet capable of sustaining a population of close to a thousand boys. Of course, no sooner did one group of boys enter the dome, another group was being discharged out into the world outside. For Danny and Harry, this was the final hurdle before being released. 

They were not alone of course, Danny and Harry would be joined by at least two hundred other boys entering the quarantine zone over the course of that day, with a near equal number being sent out into the outside world. 

All of the female attendants inside the dome were all dressed normally but all the boys wore nothing but the same white Nomex coveralls that Stevie had been wearing when she picked up her latest charges. No sooner had the small group exited the airlock, another woman stripped off completely naked, donned a white Nomex coverall and entered the airlock herself. Presumably she must be off inside the colony to pick up another group of boys, Danny thought to himself as he and his friend were led away to one of the dormitories. 

Five days later, Danny and Harry waited nervously and totally naked outside the medical assessment room of the quarantine zone, having been forced to surrender the Nomex coveralls they had worn for the past few days. It was finally time for them to leave the colony and take their first steps into the outside world. First however, they needed to be checked over to ensure that the vaccination they had been given had taken hold in their immune system. 

Harry was called in first. Over the hour that followed he was subjected to a barrage of checks and tests that measured every aspect of his physical form. Samples were taken of his saliva, his blood and his urine. This last was somewhat embarrassing for him, as he had to urinate into a strange funnel-like device that was attached to a tube that disappeared into the wall, all the while being observed by the two female doctors that were administering the tests. But that was nothing compared to what happened next. 

One of the doctors picked up a small clear plastic pot and then took hold of Harry's penis and began to stroke it and coax it into life. 

"Don't worry poppet," she said in a motherly manner, "we just need to get a sample of your semen to make sure that the vaccine has worked. Just relax, don't fight it and just let it happen okay." 

Harry stood there as the doctor manipulated his gradually hardening penis. It didn't take him long to become fully erect and as soon as he was suitably hard the doctor began to pump away at his penis with gusto. She wasn't hanging around, this was no handjob intended to deliver any pleasure, this was merely a means to an end. The sole purpose of this exercise was simply to force him to ejaculate - nothing more, nothing less. 

Harry wondered why his semen had to be taken from him like this as the doctor firmly stroked his penis and masturbated him forcefully. Back in the colony during their earlier medical, they had been able to produce the required semen sample themselves, and in private. Harry put that thought to the back of his mind and did as he was told - just allow it to happen. 

Eventually, and with no small amount of relief from the onslaught delivered to his penis from the firm grip of the doctor's hand, Harry began to feel his semen welling up in his prostate, ready for ejaculation. A few moments later his whole body stiffened as a flash of orgasm rushed through his entire body and he let out a stuttering sigh of orgasmic pleasure. The doctor brought the small plastic pot to the tip of Harry's penis just in time to catch every drop of his emission. As soon as she was satisfied that there was no more to come, the doctor released Harry's now reddened penis from her grip. She gave the pot to her colleague who examined it briefly before sucking up a small amount into a pipette. She dripped a single drop of Harry's semen from the pipette into a small hole in the top of what looked like some kind of electronic analysis machine. After a few seconds the machine bleeped and some wording and a series of numbers appeared on its screen. 

"Good." The doctor operating the machine said as her colleague set about cleaning Harry's penis with a paper towel, "All clear, the vaccine has taken hold perfectly. Of course this means that it has made you totally infertile but it now means that it is safe for you to be released into the outside world." 

Yes, into a world of sexual servitude, Harry thought to himself grimly. But there was nothing he could do about it, he was resigned to his fate - at least he was being allowed out, poor Jim had to wait another five years before he could leave the colony for good. 

With his medical over he was ushered out and was escorted to the discharge airlock. Danny took his place in the medical assessment room and underwent exactly the same barrage of tests that Harry had just been subjected to. 

After Danny had been tested and processed, the two naked boys now waited anxiously in front of the sturdy metal doors of the discharge airlock. On the other side was the outside world - a world which, had they not been vaccinated, would be fatal to them simply because they possessed a Y-chromosome as part of their human DNA. What if the doctors were wrong? What if the vaccination hadn't taken properly? The two boys thought to themselves nervously as they waited for the airlock to open. 

But there was no going back. The heavy metal doors slid open and the two boys stepped forwards. Danny took hold of Harry's hand. 

"Well, this is it." He said. 

"Yeah," Harry replied, "this is it." 

The heavy doors closed with a clang behind them. There was a loud hissing sound and a rush of air, which tousled the boy's hair, but this time there was no mist of disinfectant - the opposite doors simply opened in front of them. They stepped out into a room where two women were waiting with boxes. 

The boxes contained a full set of clothes for each of the two boys as well as a few of their personal belongings from the colony, which had been fully disinfected and sterilised. Their belongings didn't amount to much however, little more than a few trinkets really, but nevertheless, to have these few small items - a small teddy bear, personalised hairbrush and a small porcelain cup in Danny's box, and a wristwatch, a small toy car and a little bracelet of plastic beads in Harry's - was at least some comfort for them. 

The two women introduced themselves to the two boys. The first introduced herself as Rebecca, she was to be Danny's sponsor and would be taking him into her home where he would live with her and her twin daughters until such time as he would be able to settle into the outside world and find a job and a place of his own. The other woman introduced herself as Miranda, a representative from Bloomsbury House, one of the largest maisons in London, which would be Harry's home for the next ten years and where he would begin his career as a consort and learn the ways of pleasuring women. 

It was finally time for the two boys to bid their farewells and step out into the unknown. They embraced each other tightly and tearfully and reiterated their vow to reunite at Nelson's Column as Jim had suggested. And then just like that the two boys stepped out into the world for the first time and went their separate ways.



The Boys of Colony Theta Ch.02



Author's Note 

This is the second chapter of 'The Boys of Colony Theta'. For those who are new to this story, 'The Boys of Colony Theta' takes place in a future Earth where feminism has gone very wrong indeed. Following the release by a group of radicalised feminist terrorists of a powerful bio-weapon known as 'Andrasta-Y', the world is thrown into chaos and devastation. A mutated plague virus which targets and attacks the Y chromosome, Andrasta-Y is harmless to females who have two X chromosomes (XX), but fatal to males who have one X and one Y chromosome (XY). The result of which is that the majority of the male population has been wiped out by the disease. A few males survived the plague however, by being sealed inside underground bunkers and eventually they were used to form the basis of human breeding colonies. The remaining female population, now very much used to being in charge, allowed males back into their world on the proviso that males were now the 'weaker sex' and expected to be submissive to their female mistresses. For the full back-story, please read chapter 1. 

This story follows the fortunes of three boys - Danny, Harry and Jim - following their release from Breeding Colony Theta, located in the midlands of England. This chapter is the first part of Danny's story and concerns the first couple of weeks following his release from the breeding colony and his introduction to his 'sponsor' and her twin daughters and his new home. 

I would like to take this opportunity to acknowledge Jeffrey214 and his 'Courtesan Cop' stories for proving a large chunk of inspiration and a couple of ideas that I have incorporated into this story. The rest of this story is all my own work however. 

I hope you enjoy Chapter 2! 

All characters are over 18. 

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CHAPTER TWO - DANNY'S STORY, PART ONE 

OUTSIDE AND INSIDE 

Danny had never seen the sky before. 

He'd seen pictures of the sky in books and videos but he was unprepared for the sheer scale of it. He found his first experience of the outside world to be somewhat unnerving; his senses were bombarded with a cacophony of sights, smells and sounds that he'd never experienced before. Having grown up in a totally sterile environment, every boy born in Colony Theta experienced this rite of passage, and today it was Danny's turn. 

His sponsor Rebecca took him by the hand and led him out into the open for the first time. 

"It's okay poppet," she said in a motherly tone of voice, "the coordinator of the sponsorship program told me that boys often get a little overwhelmed by everything when they step outside for the first time." 

"It's... it's incredible!" Danny said in genuine amazement, "But... scary at the same time." 

Rebecca smiled at her young charge. 

"You'll get used to it I'm sure." She said. 

"Where do we go now?" Danny asked. 

"To my apartment of course," Rebecca answered, "I live in Manchester, it's about 150 miles away and we've got a train to catch if we're to get there before nightfall." 

She tapped on the touchscreen of a small tablet-like device she wore on her wrist - within moments a small driverless taxi-pod peeled off from the road that ran past the breeding colony and came to a stop in front of them. She ushered Danny to get in and then joined him in the back of the vehicle. 

"Central Station." She said when prompted by the taxi-pod's onboard computer. Within seconds the little electric vehicle whirred off from the forecourt of the breeding colony's main entrance and filtered back into the traffic on the main road. 

Danny looked on in amazement as he saw real trees, real birds, real sky and real clouds for the very first time. He was entranced and at the same time terrified at the whole scale and variety of it all. 

It only took a few minutes to reach the hover-rail station. The huge glass roof of the busy station concourse reminded Danny of the domes of the colony; he had a twinge of homesickness as he realised that he would have to leave his old life behind. But the excitement of the life that awaited him allayed those feelings as his sponsor guided him across the bustling concourse to the platform where their train stood waiting ready to depart. 

"I booked us a first class ticket," Rebecca said as she guided Danny along the platform, "that way we can have a compartment to ourselves." 

They found their compartment towards the front of the sleek train - they boarded with only a couple of minutes to spare. 

"Well, Daniel..." Rebecca said as the hover-train glided out of the station, "what do you make of it all so far?" 

"It's all a bit too much to take in at the moment." Danny said, "Oh, everybody calls me Danny by the way." 

"Okay, Danny it is then." Rebecca replied with a kindly smile, "So, tell me about yourself - what sort of things do you enjoy doing?" 

Danny talked about the things he enjoyed doing, his hobbies and interests and his hopes and dreams for the future as the hover-train picked up speed. 

"Now Danny, there's one or two things I need to explain about how the world works on the outside." Rebecca said once Danny had finished telling her his brief life story. "Something you must realise in this world is that males are... how can I put it without being too impolite... expected to be... obedient at all times." 

"Obedient? Why?" Danny asked. 

"It is important that you must do as you are told whenever a woman tells you to do something, and you must remember that you must address all women as 'Mistress'. Apart from myself that is - because I... am in charge of you, you must address me as 'My Mistress', is that clear?" 

"Why?" Danny asked. 

"Why what?" Rebecca replied curtly. 

"Er... why, My Mistress?" 

"That's better." Rebecca said, "For millennia, women were treated as second-class citizens by the patriarchal structures of centuries ago. Now that women make up the majority of the world it is the male gender's turn to be subservient. Your station in life, as with any male, is to obey women and to serve them to the best of your abilities. From now on, you belong to me - you are my property. And you will serve me and my daughters." 

"Serve you? But... but... I was told I could get a job and..." 

"You can still do all those things." Rebecca said, "By 'serve' I don't mean waiting on us hand and foot like some kind of male Cinderella. To serve a woman means to..." Rebecca thought about what she was about to tell her young male and thought it best not to overload him with too much information too soon, "Well, you've only just come out of the colony - you'll find out what it means in good time. Anyway, you'll still be able to get a job - I consider myself to be a little more progressively-minded than a lot of women out there, many women still believe a male's place is in the home. So I have no objection to you having a job outside the home. In fact, I've already managed to get you a place as an intern for a business contact of mine. She runs a small advertising agency in town and she's been looking for a keen young male to take under her wing. I'll introduce you to her once you've had a few weeks to settle in." 

"That sounds... interesting, er... My Mistress." Danny said. He had never heard the word 'intern' before and had no idea what it meant. Still, one thing at a time, Danny thought to himself, this is already a confusing world as it is. 

The train slowed as it made its final approach to its destination. In the distant past, the city of Manchester had been one of the most populous places in Britain. Nowadays, since the devastation of the Andrasta plague, whole suburbs of it lay in ruin. The train glided through miles of derelict and overgrown houses, factories, schools, shops and offices. Where humans had once lived in their millions it was nature that held full dominion in the once-thriving communities that lay on the outskirts of what used to be Greater Manchester. 

Eventually, the desolate suburbs gave way to new construction projects. Huge cranes towered over the surrounding land as new apartment buildings grew upwards from the ground. Danny could see women climbing scaffolding, bolting huge steel girders together and spreading concrete. Finally, the hover-train came to a stop at the main terminus in the city - a strikingly modern edifice of sleek glass and steel. Rebecca hailed another taxi-pod upon exiting the station to take them the last mile or so to the apartment she shared with her twin daughters. 

The busy city streets were like something he'd never imagined - there were people everywhere but unlike inside the confines of the breeding colony, most of the people he saw were women. There seemed to be very few males around. Danny knew that males still made up the minority of the population, and probably would do for centuries yet, but he had no idea that there was such a disparity between the genders. The males he did see on the streets were dressed much more colourfully and elaborately than the women. The women all wore rather dull and uninteresting clothes - plain trousers, conservatively styled shirts and plain shoes. All the males wore either kilts or close-fitting leggings that accentuated their masculine curves and bulges. It was commonplace for males to wear clothing that displayed their 'masculine assets' but there was always a fine line to tread between dressing alluringly and dressing sluttily. 

The taxi-pod drew to a halt at the foot of a 15-storey block of apartments. Like many of the new buildings that had sprung up in the vicinity it was a sleek structure of glass and steel that was punctuated with balconies and terraces. 

Rebecca ushered Danny inside the building and into the lobby in order to ride the lift to the 15th floor. As the lift doors slid open they alighted into a square room with three doors, one each to the left and right and one directly ahead. Each door had a shiny black square panel alongside it. Rebecca guided Danny towards the door directly opposite the lift. 

She placed her right hand against the shiny black square panel. It was a hand scanner - as soon as she placed her hand on it, a green light illuminated behind the glass panel which was accompanied by a soft bleep and a click as the door unlocked. 

"Home, sweet home!" Rebecca said, "Come on in, I'll show you around and introduce you to the girls. Eve and Virginia - you'll like them, they're only a couple of years older than you." 

Danny entered the apartment nervously. As soon as he was inside, Rebecca closed the door behind him. The space they were stood in was little more than a foyer with a door to the left into a small cloakroom. Ahead of them stood a doorway that opened out into the apartment's main open-plan living area. 

The apartment was enormous. With a much smaller population than it had once had, the once crowded island of Great Britain now had the luxury of huge expanses of land for housing. Houses and apartments could now be much larger and more spacious than they had been historically. Rebecca's apartment was fairly unremarkable by current standards, but to a young male like Danny who had only known the somewhat crowded confines of the breeding colony, it felt like standing in a vast concert hall in comparison to the cheek-by-jowl intimacy of the dormitories he had grown up in. The living area was bright and airy - one entire wall was made of floor to ceiling glass that afforded a fine view of the city outside. A large dining table stood to Danny's right whilst directly opposite, a large and very sleek kitchen dominated the far wall. There were some stools set before the kitchen counter where two girls sat - Eve and Virginia. 

They turned as soon as they heard their mother close the door that separated the living area from the small foyer behind her. Both girls faces lit up as soon as they caught sight of the young male by their mother's side who had suddenly come into their midst and they dismounted their stools and bounded across the room toward him. 

"Awww... he's so cute!" Eve said as she stood before Danny. 

"What's your name, pretty one?" Virginia said. 

"This... is Daniel Theta 134769," Rebecca said as she introduced him, "but you can call him Danny. Danny, these are my twins, Eve and Virginia." 

"Pleased to meet you Eve, Pleased to meet you Virginia." Danny said as he held out his right hand for a handshake. 

Instead of receiving a handshake in return however, Danny received a sharp slap of admonishment across his cheek from Eve. 

"That's Mistress Eve to you, boy!" She said with a scowl. 

"Eve!" Rebecca chided, "Give the poor boy a chance - he's only just come out from the breeding colony. Everything's new for him, we need to give him time to adjust. Now, say sorry to him." 

"Sorry Danny." Eve said. 

"She is right though," Rebecca said as she turned to face Danny, "remember what I said on the train? All women and girls are to be addressed as Mistress." 

"Yes... er... My Mistress." Danny said. 

"Good boy. Now, allow me to give you the grand tour." Rebecca said brightly, "This is the living area and over there is the veranda - we often like to sit outside at this time of year. Over there is the dining area and over there is the kitchen. Did they teach you how to cook in the breeding colony?" 

"Yes, My Mistress." 

"Good, because you'll be spending plenty of time over there." Rebecca said, "The three of us are usually at work all day and we'll be expecting you to have dinner ready when we get home every evening. You'll be responsible for most of the housework too, such as the laundry and cleaning but we have all of the latest time-saving gadgets to assist you so you'll still have plenty of time to yourself." 

"Yes, My Mistress." 

"Good, now through here are the bedrooms." Rebecca said as she opened a door to the right of the kitchen. 

Danny found himself in a wide hallway with four doors - two were to Danny's right, one lay to his left and the fourth door stood directly opposite. 

Rebecca opened the door to the left. 

"This is my bedroom," she began as they entered the room. It too, was large and very spacious and was also spotlessly clean and tidy. The far wall was, like the main living space next door, made of floor to ceiling glass and led out onto its own private balcony. To the right stood two doors. "Over there is my wardrobe and the other door leads into my en-suite bathroom. All the bedrooms here are en-suite by the way." 

Rebecca then ushered everyone out of her bedroom and across the hallway to the first of the two doors that lay opposite. 

"This is the girl's bedroom," Rebecca said as she entered the room. 

It looked to be about half the size of Rebecca's room but was nonetheless spacious enough to easily accommodate two double beds. Instead of floor to ceiling glass, this room had more conventional windows. However, the room was still bright and had just as fine views as the rest of the apartment. The girl's room was however, in contrast to their mother's room, a total mess. The beds were unmade, there was dirty laundry everywhere and almost every inch of the walls (save for the large TV screen which dominated one wall) and even some of the ceiling was bedecked with posters of attractive young males in lewdly seductive poses. All of whom shared two things in common; firstly, they were all totally naked and secondly, their penises were all very, very erect. 

Rebecca led them back out into the hallway and into the room next door. 

"And this," Rebecca said, "is your room, Danny." 

It was identical in layout to the girl's bedroom except that it was a complete mirror image. Unlike the twins room it was spotlessly tidy. There was a large double bed and there was also a comfortable looking sofa and a desk. As in the bedroom next door, there was a large television screen on the wall opposite the bed. Rebecca showed him his dressing room and walk-in wardrobe and his own en-suite bathroom. 

The tour seemingly over, Rebecca led everyone back towards the main living area. 

"Um, excuse me My Mistress," Danny said, "but where does that door at the end of the hallway go?" 

Rebecca sighed, she was hoping he wouldn't enquire as to the nature of that particular room. It was too soon for him to find that out. 

"It's just the erm... spare bedroom." Rebecca said. 

A look of confusion spread across Virginia's face. 

"No it's not, it's the ri..." She began, but before she had a chance to complete her sentence, Eve elbowed her sharply in her ribs. "Oww! What was that for??" 

Virginia noted the expression of warning on her mother's face. 

"It's the spare room, okay Ginnie?" Rebecca said. 

"Yes mum." Virginia said meekly. 

"Now then, I don't know about everyone else but I am starving." Rebecca said brightly, "And since it's Danny's first night with us I think it's not fair to expect him to cook, so how about we order in some food?" 

"Sounds good to me." Eve said. 

"Me too," Virginia concurred, "can we order Chinese?" 

"Well, since he's new I think we should let Danny choose." Rebecca said. 

"Um... Chinese sounds fine to me." Danny said, "Thank you, My Mistress. Erm... one thing though, what's Chinese?" 

The food had been wonderful, quite unlike anything he had ever tasted before. The food in the breeding colony had been rather plain, as institutional food always was - supplied by contractor for the cheapest possible quote. The flavours had an almost hypnotic effect on him, much to the amusement of the twins. After their meal, everyone settled down in the main living area to watch TV. 

This was another new experience for Danny. In the breeding colony there was no TV service available. The administrators of the facility regarded it as too much of a distraction. Instead, the boys were force-fed a litany of instructional and educational videos and films designed to subconsciously program them to become adept homemakers and obedient males. Instead of recreational viewing, Danny, like pretty much every other boy in the colony, loved to read instead. Books were his entertainment - every boy had been given a bookscreen, a type of e-reader device, and Danny would spend hours reading in his bed in the dormitory. That was of course when he wasn't socialising and playing with his friends. 

He had been forced however, to leave his bookscreen behind when he left the colony - he resolved to spend some of his discharge grant on a new one as soon as possible. 

The various videos and films he had been subjected to over the years had not told Danny - or any other young male for that matter, the whole truth about life outside the confines of the breeding colony and how males were demanded to become servile and obedient to their Mistresses. 

And of course, nobody had ever mentioned anything of the nature of what was contained within the 'spare bedroom' in Rebecca's apartment. The truth was, that every home had such a room and every woman possessed an example of the object that it contained therein. And it wouldn't be long before Danny would discover what it was. 

A commercial break interrupted the program they were watching. The first few commercials were pretty unremarkable, except that most of them featured either scantily-clad or totally, but tastefully, nude males. But a few minutes into the commercial break something odd happened. 

"Sisters, we at Kindleton know that you want the best for the male in your life so what better way..." 

CLICK! 

Rebecca changed the channel over to a 24-hour news service. It was as if she didn't want Danny to find out what the commercial was advertising. 

"Um... right." Rebecca said, "Danny, now I know this might sound a bit odd but until I say otherwise, you are not allowed to watch TV unsupervised. Is that clear?" 




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"Yes, My Mistress." Danny replied, "Why, My Mistress?" 

"It's... complicated." She said, "But it won't be forever - just until you are more settled. And that goes for the TV in your room as well. In fact, Ginnie, could you go and disconnect the signal input from his TV please." 

Virginia stood up and went to Danny's room to disconnect his TV from the media channels. 

"You can still watch movies and things that are stored in our home databank, just not the live channels, that's all." Rebecca said. 

Danny knew it was not his place to question his mistress's logic and so he merely nodded his understanding. 

It had been a long day for Danny. It had been exciting, scary, daunting, mesmerising, confusing and fascinating all at the same time. As he lay in bed that evening he found himself unable to sleep. The silence truly was deafening. Danny was used to sleeping communally in bunk beds in barrack-like dormitories along with all the sounds and smells that went with it. Every night was a cacophony of breathing, tossing and turning, squeaky bedsprings, yawns, farts and snoring. Trying to sleep in a room without those was difficult - after a while one gets used to them. Eventually one becomes dependent upon them to be able to get to sleep. To suddenly be without those familiar sounds and smells was decidedly unnerving. 

His thoughts turned to his two friends. He wondered where Harry had ended up and what lay ahead for him as he was trained for a life of pleasuring women. He wondered how Jim would cope with having to stay inside the colony for another five years, to be forced into siring as many children as he possibly could. In some ways he envied him - not for the obvious sexual nature of Jim's continued confinement, but rather that he got to stay 'home'. The colony may have seemed like a prison of sorts to those women who had only known life on the outside, but for Danny it was a happy place, the venue for his childhood and his adolescence. The only world he had ever known. The only world he knew how to deal with. 

A NEW DAWN 

The sun was rising over the rooftops of central Manchester. Danny got out of bed and padded naked into his bathroom. This was another novelty to him - showering alone. Up until now, all of Danny's daily ablutions had been communal - suddenly having a shower all to himself was quite a luxury. He dressed in the same clothes from the day before - the only clothes he now possessed. The plain grey discharge uniform of the breeding colony that consisted of a grey shirt, grey socks, grey knee-length kilt and plain black shoes, was still clean however. 

He went into the kitchen and set about preparing breakfast. He wanted to get his new life with his new mistresses off to a positive start and so he proceeded to fry up a full breakfast of sausage, bacon, eggs (both scrambled and fried), fried bread, toast, mushrooms and tomato. He also brewed up some fresh coffee and a large pot of tea and rounded everything off by providing a large jug of orange juice. 

Virginia was the first to be roused from her slumber by the enticing aroma that emanated from the kitchen. 

"Mmmm... smells nice," she said with a yawn as she took a seat at the counter, "I think I could get used to having you around." 

"Good morning Mistress Virginia, what would you like?" Danny said. 

"Oh please, everyone calls me Ginnie." She replied. 

"Sorry, Mistress Ginnie." 

"I might as well have a bit of everything." Virginia said. 

Danny served her a full breakfast with a large cup of fresh tea and took a seat beside her to eat his own breakfast. Once she had finished, Virginia disappeared back to her room to get dressed for the working day ahead. 

Rebecca was next to appear. She was dressed smartly in a tailor-made business suit. She hadn't thus far informed Danny as to the nature of her employment but he figured it must be some kind of corporate position that obviously paid well enough to afford a penthouse apartment. 

"Good morning, My Mistress." Danny said politely. 

"A cooked breakfast, eh?" Rebecca said as she took her place at the kitchen counter, "You have been busy haven't you!" 

"I just wanted to get off to a good start," Danny said, "and also as a bit of a thank you for taking me in." 

"Well that's very sweet of you," Rebecca said, "but there's no need to go to all this trouble every day. Usually we just have toast and cereals for breakfast." 

Rebecca tucked in to her cooked breakfast whilst Danny cleared up after himself and Virginia, loading their plates into the dishwasher. Once she had finished, Rebecca and Virginia headed out off to work. 

"Eve has the day off today," Rebecca said as she picked up a briefcase, "I told her she is to take you into town so that you can buy some new clothes. Normally, a boy leaving the breeding colony would have to spend part of his discharge grant on new clothes but I've given Eve 2,000 credits for you to spend." 

"Thank you, My Mistress," Danny said gleefully, "have a nice day at work!" 

The door closed behind them. Seconds later, Eve came into the room wearing her pyjamas. They were smart, navy blue, silk and obviously quite expensive. 

"Good morning Mistress Eve." Danny said as courteously as he could, remembering her admonishment from the previous day, "Can I interest you in a cooked breakfast?" 

"That'd be lovely." She said, "Look, I really am sorry for slapping you yesterday. It's just that from day one a girl is taught that we're superior to males and that they must always address us women as Mistress - I just got carried away." 

"Apology accepted, Mistress Eve." Danny replied. 

Eve sat down and helped herself to breakfast. 

"Wow, it's not every day we get treated to a full cooked breakfast around here." Eve said as Danny served her. 

"Well, it's mainly to say thank you to you all for taking me in and also for introducing me to Chinese food!" Danny said with a smile. 

"Mum tells me that I have to take you into town to buy some clothes." Eve said as she ate. 

"Yes, My Mistress says that she has given you 2,000 credits for me to spend. She seems to be a most generous woman." 

"Well, traipsing around shops all day buying clothes isn't exactly my idea of fun but it'll be nice to get to know you a bit better and also to show you around." 

"That would be great," Danny said, "although I don't know if I'll find it too scary." 

"Scary?" 

"Well, once I stepped outside the colony for the first time yesterday, I became overwhelmed by the sight of the sky." Danny said, "I'd never seen it before. Not properly anyway." 

"I thought the roofs of the domes allowed sunlight in? Surely that means you could see the sky from inside." 

"Only up to a point - apparently, or so we were all told, the material the domes are made out of diffuses natural sunlight so that it doesn't get too hot inside. We could see when it was light or when it was dark but other than that we couldn't see anything of the sky." 

"You poor thing," Eve said, "I can't imagine growing up without ever seeing the sky. Now that I think about it, there are a lot of things you have grown up without isn't there? I mean, you have no idea who your mother or father is, and you have no brothers or sisters. You don't even have much in the way of possessions either." 

"Well, in fairness, you have no idea who your father is either, Mistress Eve. Nobody knows who their father is." 

"That's a fair point I suppose." Eve mused, "But still, it can't be easy not having a mum and coming from inside the colony out into the world outside the domes totally alone." 

"It certainly feels a lot colder, but at least I have you and Mistress Ginnie and My Mistress to look after me now." Danny said. 

As soon as Eve finished her breakfast, she headed to the room she shared with her sister in order to shower and get dressed. Danny finished up cleaning away the breakfast things and tidying up the kitchen. After a while, his thoughts turned to the previous days events. Especially the bizarre little exchange between the two sisters about what was behind the door at the end of the bedroom corridor. His curiosity getting the better of him, he went to the door. It had a shiny black hand-scanner pad identical to the one by the front door of the apartment. He placed his hand on it like he had seen his mistress do the day before. 

A red light came on accompanied by a buzzing sound. 

Just then, Eve exited her room. 

"What are you doing?" 

"I was um... curious, Mistress Eve." Danny said sheepishly. "I just wanted to see what was in the spare room." 

Eve sighed. 

"It's probably best you keep out of there, for the time being at least." Eve said, "It's locked for a reason". 

"What is in there?" Danny demanded, "Why the big mystery?" 

"I can't say." Eve answered, "Only that mum said I can tell you that you'll find out once you've had a few days to settle in properly." 

Danny and Eve rode the lift down to the lobby of the apartment block. He wondered why the room at the end of the hall had to be so mysterious - was there something in there that was dangerous? And if so, why was it dangerous? Did Eve know more about what was in there than she was letting on? Danny reasoned that she must - it was impossible that she could have lived there for so long and never to have been in there, even with the hand-scanner lock. 

The city centre of Manchester was a truly awe-inspiring, and at first, terrifying place for Danny. But he felt safe with Eve to protect him and after a while he began to feel a little more relaxed as he acclimatised to the urban environment. Having his very first taste of retail therapy helped - with the distraction of shopping for clothes, he soon forgot about how scary the outside world was. 

The huge maleswear sections of the various stores in the city centre were truly dazzling places to Danny. 

For the women of the world in the aftermath of the Andrasta plague, there were many words and phrases that simply either did not apply since there were no males outside of the breeding colonies, or had gradually fallen out of use over time. Many of the words that had fallen out of use were masculine nouns. Father was still applicable - after all, every person still had a father, even if they had no idea who their father was. But one word that had fallen out of use was 'man'. The human male was referred to simply as a 'male'. This included all areas of everyday life - there was no such thing as a 'gentleman', a 'guy', a 'bloke', a 'dude' or a 'lad'. The only terms to describe a human in possession of a Y-Chromosome were 'male' or 'boy'. 

Of course, with all males under the age of 18 being confined to the breeding colonies, no woman, other than those who worked inside, ever saw a real live boy in the flesh. They always emerged from the colony as fully grown, if emotionally immature, adults. Boy was simply used as an alternative to male. 

Eve could never understand why the womenswear sections were, by contrast, usually only a quarter of the size of the maleswear sections. Once upon a time, things had been the opposite way round - it was the womenswear sections that took up the most retail space. That was in the days when a woman was expected to look good for the men in her life. Now, with women making the vast majority of the workforce, there was less time for the pursuit of clothes and the gender bias of the fashion industry shifted from being a typically female pursuit, to being a typically male pursuit. A male was expected to look good for his mistress at all times. A well turned-out and fashionably dressed male reflected well on his mistress. If a male looked scruffy and unkempt his mistress would be sure to be seen by other women as a failure, that she was unable of looking after the males in her charge. There was, as a result, enormous social pressure on males to look their best. 

Eventually, Eve had helped Danny pick out a whole new wardrobe for himself. A selection of new kilts (all of which were shorter and more revealing than those he had worn inside the breeding colony), waistcoats, shirts, figure-hugging leggings and suitably alluring underwear designed to show off 'a male's best assets' had been purchased and almost all of the 2,000 credits Rebecca had given Danny, had been spent. He had spent some of his own money on a new bookscreen that had been pre-loaded with a whole selection of books, some holo-pictures for his bedroom walls and a plethora of toiletries including some rather expensive aftershave. A boy had to smell as good as he looked at all times after all. 

He also purchased a selection of cufflinks and tiepins, some of which were studded with tiny jewels. Finally, as an apology for hitting him the day before, Eve bought him a gold bracelet. 

By the end of a tiring day of shopping and weighed down with bags and boxes, a footsore Danny and Eve boarded a taxi-pod and headed for home. Danny had to make a start on the evening meal before his mistress arrived home. 

The following day, Danny got down to the business of housework. All boys were trained to be adept at household chores such as cooking, cleaning, laundry and other handiwork, so Danny was no stranger to domestic servitude. Rebecca's apartment had many labour-saving devices and automated systems so Danny found the work itself to be pretty minimal. The only part of his day's chores that proved to be taxing was tidying up the girl's bedroom. It seemed as though there wasn't an inch of carpet that didn't have at least one item of unwashed clothing strewn upon it and he filled an entire basket with the twin's underwear alone. He piled it all down the laundry chute and then rode the lift down into the basement to the laundry room. Here he used the washer-drier to clean all the dirty laundry and then loaded it all into the automated steam ironing and folding machine. 

The laundry taken care of, he turned his attention to cleaning and dusting the girl's bedroom. He found the lewd holographic posters that graced the walls and ceiling to be most distasteful, as though their subjects were mere objects to be ogled at instead of living young males with hopes and dreams and feelings of their own. He felt like tearing them all down but he knew that it was not his place to do so. Reluctantly, he left them where they were. 

After several hours of toil, he was finally satisfied with his work. The hard part was done; all he needed to do now was to keep on top of it. The rest of the apartment only needed a light dusting and vacuuming, and the machines would take care of that for him, all he had to do was program them and set them off. 

EAVESDROPPING 

Danny had almost finished cooking dinner for the evening. It was just about ready and so he went towards his mistress's bedroom to tell her it was ready. Just before he knocked on Rebecca's door, he could hear that his mistress was on the vidifone to someone. 

"Oh you should see him Em, he's absolutely adorable!" Rebecca said. Is she talking about me? Danny wondered, his ear pressed against the door. 

Rebecca must have been using the wireless headset to talk with whoever was on the other end of the line, as he couldn't hear any reply. 

"Daniel, although he prefers to be called Danny." Rebecca continued. The person at the other end of the line had obviously enquired as to what his name was. 

Another unheard reply. 

"Only once so far and even then only briefly - that'll all be about to change soon of course." 

What was that about? 

Danny looked around to see if either of the girls was observing his eavesdropping. 

"Well, I thought it only fair to give him a couple of weeks to settle in before..." 

Danny couldn't make out the rest of that sentence. 

"Well, yes of course you can come. You were first on my invitation list, how can I not invite my best friend?" 

"There'll only be about ten of us, including the twins - I don't think it's fair on him for there to be too big an audience. I remember when we went to Sally's that time, there must've been about 80 of us there - the poor boy was terrified!" 

An invitation-only event? An audience? What on Earth was going on? What was Rebecca planning? 

"Well, I'll be first of course and then I promised the twins that they could each have a turn..." 

A noise from the living area distracted his attention. He craned his neck to see what it was. It didn't seem to be anything to worry about so he turned his attention back to the ongoing vidifone conversation in the bedroom beyond. 

"Okay, well I'll see you then. About 8 o'clock. Oh, and don't forget to bring a bottle." 

A brief silence ensued as the person at the other end spoke. 

"Well if you want one of your own, all you have to is put your name on the waiting list. Anyway, I'd better hang up - Danny will have dinner ready in a minute. Bye Em!" 

There was a brief tone and then a computerised female voice announced, 

"Transmission terminated - thank you for using vidifone services." 

The dinner! Danny panicked as he dashed back to the kitchen. He was just in time to stop a pan of potatoes from boiling over. Upon checking the oven however, he discovered with dismay that his grilled steaks and roasted vegetables looked decidedly overdone. 

He sighed. He knew he would be in trouble for this. 

He plated everything up and then announced that dinner was ready. 

His culinary transgression did not go unnoticed. 

"I'm sorry My Mistress," Danny said apologetically, "I'm afraid I got distracted for a few moments." 

"Distracted? What by?" Rebecca asked. 

"Oh, erm... just something on the television." Danny replied. 

"I hope it wasn't a commercial." Rebecca said. 

"Why, My Mistress?" 

"Never you mind why." Rebecca said tersely, "What was it that distracted you?" 

"Oh, it was an article on the news." Danny improvised, "About that fire at Breeding Colony Gamma the other day." 

Danny hoped this seemed plausible enough. There had been a fire in the discharge centre of Breeding Colony Gamma, deep in the Rocky Mountains in Colorado. Dozens of boys, some merely hours away from being released from the colony, had perished in the flames before the blaze could be brought under control. Rebecca seemed to buy into Danny's falsehood, much to his relief. 

"I'm sorry My Mistress, I won't let it happen again." 

"It had better not happen again." Rebecca said, "But I'll forgive you for getting distracted and ruining dinner on this occasion." 

"Thank you, My Mistress." Danny replied. 

"However," Rebecca said gravely, "you know full well that you are not allowed to watch television unattended - even if it is only the news channel. So I'm afraid that I shall have to punish you for that after dinner." 

"Yes, My Mistress." Danny said with a sigh of resignation. 

Rebecca was true to her word. After dinner, once Danny had taken care of the dishes and all of the pots and pans, Rebecca called him into the living area. There, in front of the two girls, she ordered him to lie across her lap. Danny dutifully did as instructed. 

"I didn't want it to have to come to this, Danny." Rebecca said, "But you must learn to be obedient, not just to me but to all women." 

Rebecca lifted up Danny's kilt and then pulled down his underwear just far enough to expose his smooth buttocks. 

SMACK! 

Rebecca spanked his bare bottom causing him to yelp from the sudden sting of pain. 

SMACK! 

A second spank - a second yelp. 

SMACK! 

Danny looked at Eve and Virginia as they sat opposite in rapt fascination. 

SMACK! 

A tear welled in the corner of Danny's eye. 

SMACK! 

"OWWW!! P... please, My Mistress." 

SMACK! 

Rebecca ignored Danny's plea for clemency. 




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SMACK! 

"Argghh!! Ow, ow, ow!!" 

SMACK! 

One final spank, harder than all the others in order to drive the message home. 

Danny's naked buttocks, now red from his mistress's beating, were finally spared. 

"I hope that that has taught you a lesson about obedience, young male." Rebecca said as she motioned Danny to get to his feet. 

"Y... Yes M... My M... Mistress," Danny sniffled as he stood up and pulled his underpants back into place, "Th... thank you, My Mistress." 

"Now go to your room and stay there until I give you permission to leave." 

"Yes, My Mistress." Danny said tearfully. He trudged off towards his room. 

He collapsed onto his bed, curled up and sobbed. His buttocks burning from the stinging rebuke meted out on him by his mistress's hand. 

While it may seem to the casual observer that Danny's emotional weakness was somehow un-masculine, especially for a fully-grown 18 year old, the fact was that Danny's weaknesses were not unusual at all. Unknown to him, but known to the administrators of the breeding colonies and the unified global council, the boys of the breeding colonies had been, pretty much from the day they were born, psychologically conditioned to believe that males were the weaker sex. 

To reinforce their psychological conditioning, the administrators of the breeding colonies systematically administered testosterone-inhibiting drugs to all boys once they approached puberty. Given to them in the guise of vitamin supplements, the drugs had the effect of limiting the male hormone's influence on a boy's body. Ostensibly, they still experienced puberty as normal - hair grew in all the right places, they still grew taller (though not as much as they would without the influence of the drugs), their voices still changed, their genitalia still reached full maturity and fertility etc. 

The notable effects the drugs had were to make boys more docile and compliant. It inhibited their muscle development so that now males were by and large less muscular than their female counterparts. Males also exhibited much less violent and risk-taking behaviour than their historical forbears. And of course, as Danny was exhibiting now, they were more influenced by their emotions. 

Women, in contrast had been equally brainwashed in school. They were taught that women were superior, that all males existed to serve them and to be subservient towards them and to give pleasure to them. They were also conditioned to suppress their emotions and to not display them. Women too had been drugged from an early age to make them more muscular, taller and more aggressive. Women needed to be more muscular in order to make them fitter and more able to take on the physically demanding tasks that kept society functioning. 

The upshot of all of this was that, in contrast to how things had been before the devastation of the Andrasta plague, males were generally smaller in stature than females and also males now outlived females by an average of 5 years. 

After a while, Eve knocked on Danny's bedroom door and peeked inside. 

"Mum says she wants to see you now." She said. 

"Yes, Mistress Eve." Danny sighed obediently. He straightened himself up and followed Eve back to the living area. 

"I hope you have been thinking about why I had to punish you." Rebecca said. 

"Yes, My Mistress." Danny said politely, "It won't happen again, I promise." 

"Good, now come here." 

Danny stood forward. Rebecca took him in her arms and hugged him tightly. Danny, unsure how to react, returned the embrace. 

"I want to tell you I'm sorry for spanking you." Rebecca said once she had broken the embrace, "But it is important for you to learn to obey women at all times. Had you disobeyed a woman outside of this home you would have faced a much harsher punishment." 

"I remember when Mrs. McNeill had to tie her boy up and spank him in the street after he disobeyed her while they were out shopping last year." Virginia recalled. 

"You see, I wouldn't want to have to do something as embarrassing for you as that." Rebecca said, "So you must learn to obey - other women might not be as lenient as I." 

"Yes, My Mistress." Danny said, "Thank you, My Mistress." 

WHAT LIES BEHIND THE DOOR 

Danny had been living with Rebecca and her two daughters for two weeks now. In that time there had been no repeats of the punishment he had received for his earlier transgression. Rebecca, it seemed, was satisfied with his obedience. 

She had sent him out on an errand, accompanied by Eve. Quite as to why she had sent him out he was unsure - the errand seemed to be pretty pointless, Rebecca could easily have achieved it online. It wasn't unusual for him to be accompanied however. After all, he was still new to the outside world and there could be much potential danger out there for a boy out on his own. 

What was unusual though, was that Eve had insisted that he wear his best clothes. It seemed odd to be wearing his finest silk shirt, waistcoat, silk tie and shortest kilt along with his best shoes and silk knee-length socks just to go on an errand, even more so when Eve told him to make sure he was wearing his best underwear, a lacy thong-pouch that cupped his genitals snugly in order to 'present and accentuate his malehood to best effect', according to the packaging. 

And then of course there was the other thing she had said. 

"Shave everywhere," she had said, "and I mean, EVERYWHERE, if you catch my drift." 

Not wishing to disobey, he dutifully spent the next hour shaving off all his arm, leg, chest and pubic hair until he was as smooth and hairless as he could be. 

It was also odd that, for whatever reason, Eve seemed to be reluctant to return to the apartment once they had completed their errand. Already she had treated him to coffee in an expensive-looking coffee shop and, seemingly intent to keep him out for as long as possible, had bought him dinner as well. Maybe this was why she had insisted he dress up. 

He wasn't about to question his mistress's generosity - it wasn't his place to do so - but he had to question her motive behind it. When he asked her why she had treated him so, the only answer she gave only served to add more to the mystery. 

"Well, you'll need to keep your strength up." She said as she ate. 

"Keep my strength up? What for, Mistress Eve?" 

"I've already said too much." Eve said cagily, "You'll just have to wait until we get home." 

What on earth was going on? Was it some kind of party in his honour to formally welcome him to the family? 

He resolved to keep quiet and wait to see what ultimately transpired. 

It was getting on for 8:30 before Danny and Eve pulled up outside the apartment block in a taxi-pod. She paid for the ride by placing her card against a small screen that displayed 'Fare - 3 Credits, Thank you'. It bleeped as the transaction was made and the doors opened automatically. 

"A word of advice for you." Eve said enigmatically as they rode in the lift, "Whatever you are told to do tonight, you must obey, right?" 

"Um... yes, Mistress Eve." Danny replied. 

"Mother is counting on you not to embarrass her in front of her friends. This evening is... well, it's sort of all about you really." 

"Like a welcoming party, Mistress?" 

"Sort of." Eve replied, "Just remember to be obedient and do as you are told." 

"Yes, Mistress Eve." 

"Good boy." Eve said as she ruffled his hair, "You know, I've not said much since you arrived but, I just want you to know that I really like you and I'm glad that out of all the other boys mother could have taken on, she chose you." 

The lift doors slid open, the door into the apartment stood before them. 

"Just take a deep breath and remember, be a good and obedient boy, okay." Eve said as she closed the front door behind her and prepared to open the inner door into the living area. 

To Danny's surprise, as the door opened, he was greeted by the sight of around 11 women gathered in the sitting area drinking glasses of wine and chatting animatedly. They were all dressed formally in tuxedos and all of them turned to look Danny's way as he entered. Virginia was present also, equally as smartly attired. 

"Ah, at last the star of the evening has arrived!" Rebecca announced warmly, "Sisters, allow me to present Daniel Theta 134769 - although, you may call him Danny." 

The assembled women greeted Danny. 

"Good evening, Mistress." He said politely to each one in turn as Rebecca introduced him to each woman individually. 

The last woman Rebecca introduced him to was Emma. This must be the 'Em' I overheard My Mistress talking to on the vidifone, Danny thought to himself as he shook her hand. 

"I don't know how much Eve has said to you but basically tonight is all about you, to welcome you to our family and to help you make the transition from a mere boy into a fully-grown male." 

"But I am fully-grown, My Mistress." Danny said. 

"Not quite yet," Rebecca said with a comforting smile, "there's one more thing to do before you can call yourself a male. And we'll be doing that later. Just try not to be nervous and be nice and obedient for me like a good boy, okay." 

"Yes, My Mistress." Danny replied. 

"Now, the first thing I want you to do, Danny, is to undress for us." Rebecca said. 

"Undress, My Mistress?" Danny said. 

"Yes," Rebecca confirmed, "take off all your clothes, nice and slowly, so that we can have a good look at you." 

"Um... yes, My Mistress. As you wish." Danny said. 

"Good boy," Rebecca said as she took her place in the assembled audience, "begin." 

Danny faced his audience nervously. He was stood in the space normally occupied by a large coffee table that had obviously been moved somewhere else for the evening. He stood surrounded on three sides by the group of women, some seated on the three large leather couches that were normally arranged around the coffee table, others, including Eve and Virginia, stood just behind in order to get a clear view of the nervous boy stood in their midst. 

Danny had never been more scared but he knew that the price for disobeying his mistress could be dire. He had no choice but to obey. 

He started by loosening his tie, letting the knot - a full Windsor - come apart. As the elaborately decorated silk slid through Danny's shirt collar, he felt a lump in his throat. 

He dropped the tie onto the floor. 

"Pick that up and place it on the floor neatly in front of you." Rebecca chided. 

"Yes, My Mistress." Danny replied politely. He stooped down to pick up the tie, flattened it out and wound it up around his hand. He then dutifully placed it on the floor in front of him as he had been instructed. 

"That's better." Rebecca said, "Please continue." 

With a sigh, Danny sat down on the floor to untie his shoes and take off his socks. He placed his shoes neatly together before him and neatly rolled up each sock and placed them tidily in their corresponding shoe. Standing up once again, he unbuttoned his burgundy coloured silk waistcoat and took it off and then removed his silver cufflinks and unbuttoned his silk shirt. He shrugged the sheer garment off his shoulders and then folded it as neatly as he could. He picked up his tie, placed the shirt on the floor, replaced his waistcoat and tie on top of the shirt and placed his cufflinks in the middle of the rolled up tie. He then pulled off his clean white cotton undershirt and repeated the process. 

Now topless, Danny began to feel increasingly nervous. He felt his nipples that crowned his hairless chest begin to stiffen and stand proud of the areolas that surrounded them. He reached down to his left hip and unclipped and then unzipped his kilt. It fell to the floor in an instant into a crumpled heap around the boy's ankles. Once again he folded it neatly and placed it with the rest of his clothes. 

He now stood before the assembled guests in only his light blue lacy thong-pouch. 

"D... do you wish me t... to remove my underwear, My Mistress?" Danny asked politely, unsure of just how naked she wished him to be. 

"Yes please, Danny." Rebecca said, "We want you to be totally naked for us." 

"As you wish, My Mistress." Danny said resignedly. 

He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his thong-pouch and slid the skimpy garment down off his hips. He stepped out of it, picked it up from the floor and placed it neatly on the top of his tidily folded pile of clothes. 

Danny stood before the women totally naked. 

Eve, who had been standing to one side, went over to Danny and picked up his clothes. 

"Good boy, Danny!" She whispered in his ear, "You're doing really well." 

She took his clothes away into his bedroom. Rebecca meanwhile, stood up and took Danny in her arms to comfort him. 

"Thank you, Danny." Rebecca said, "From now on, for as long as you are in our home you will be naked at all times. You may only wear clothes when you go outside, is that clear?" 

"Yes, My Mistress." Danny replied meekly. 

Rebecca turned to face all her assembled friends. 

"Well sisters," She said, "what do you think of him?" 

"He's beautiful!" One lady said. 

"So pretty!" Announced another. 

"My word Rebecca," the woman Danny now knew was Emma said, "you've really scored with that one! You were right - he's absolutely adorable! I am definitely going to put my name on the list to buy one of my own." 

Buy one?? Danny thought aghast. 

"Did you... did you... buy me?" Danny asked, "I thought you were supposed to be my sponsor." 

Rebecca sighed loudly. 

"Sponsor is just the term that the breeding colonies use for a woman who purchases a male from them. It's part of how the breeding colonies are funded." Rebecca explained, "So yes, I did buy you. Which of course makes you my property. Later on, you will receive my mark which will permanently identify you as my private property." 

"B... but... the discharge officer said..." Danny stammered. 

"Whatever the discharge officer said is irrelevant." Rebecca interrupted, "They are paid to conceal the truth from all of you boys. The truth is that in the outside world all males must be the registered property of at least one owner. And it is up to a male's owner as to whether or not she allows her male to have a job. However, since I am more progressively minded than a lot of my sisters, I am going to allow you to have a job as long as it does not interfere with your duties here." 

Danny, speechless at this latest revelation merely stood trembling, naked, in silent astonishment. 

"I'm sorry Danny," Rebecca said trying to comfort him, "but all boys have to find this out sooner or later. It's terrible I know, but that's just how the modern world works." 

"Y... yes... My Mistress." Danny sniffled. 

Rebecca, who was joined by both Eve and Virginia, took the trembling naked boy in their arms in a collective embrace. 

"Just because you are my property doesn't mean I, or the girls for that matter, don't love you. We want you to be a part of our family. That's what tonight is all about - tonight we welcome you into our family. If it's any consolation, you were far from cheap. You cost me 50,000 credits, and I do expect you to give me my money's worth in return. So we will be expecting you to serve us, and tonight we will be introducing you to exactly what serving us entails. In return for serving us we will love you and protect you and you will be given a lot more freedom than a lot of other males out there currently have. All you have to do is to be obedient and submissive to us." 

"Yes, My Mistress." Danny sniffed. 

"Good boy." Rebecca said, "Now then, tonight is about you and to welcome you, so everyone here has bought you a gift." 

"Gift?" Danny said. 

"That's right sweetheart, it's traditional to welcome a new male by buying him a gift." Rebecca said. 

Each of the ladies in turn presented him with a gift-wrapped offering. Most contained clothes, some contained very erotic and risqué underwear. Emma's gift, much to his surprise was a large crystal pendant on a long gold chain.  

"It's beautiful!" He exclaimed, "Thank you Mistress." 

"And this..." Rebecca said as she picked up her gift, "is from me and the twins." 

Danny opened the gift. It was a pocket watch - made of gold plated silver and the cover was elaborately etched with an intricate design of scrolls and stylised fronds of what looked like ivy. The face was smartly decorated with roman numerals and included separate dials for date, day of the week and the phases of the moon. The whole design on the back of the watch was encrusted with diamonds and emeralds. It was attached to a gold chain with a short bar of gold plated silver to hold it in place. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. 

"Do you like it Danny?" Rebecca asked, "It's antique. We thought it would look nice with your waistcoats." 

"It's... it's... exquisite!" Danny said, "Thank you all so much." 

Virginia tidied all of the gifts away and took them to Danny's room. When she returned a few moments later, Rebecca made an announcement to the assembled group. 

"Sisters," She began, "as we all know, when a new male is welcomed into a lady's household there are certain traditions that need to be observed. We have already fulfilled the first of those traditions, the giving of gifts, and now it is time to observe the next tradition." 

Rebecca nodded to Eve. The girl disappeared to the kitchen, returning moments later with a gleaming cut crystal goblet. 

"Now that we have given our gifts to Danny," Rebecca said as she took the goblet from her daughter, "it is time for Danny to give us a gift in return." 

The assembled women all chattered excitedly amongst themselves. 

"Danny," Rebecca said as she knelt before him, "please give us the gift of your male essence." 

"My male essence?" Danny replied. 

"Your semen dear," Rebecca said, "please masturbate yourself into the goblet." 

"But..." Danny began before thinking better of it, "As you wish, My Mistress." 

He hesitantly moved his hand towards his meticulously shaved groin and took hold of his penis and began to stroke himself. The combination of being the only naked person in the room coupled with the many female eyes that gazed in his direction, had Danny becoming erect in no time. The more and more he became erect, the faster he pumped his hand up and down his shaft. His foreskin rubbed his sensitive pink glans, delivering him exquisite stimulation. 

The women - his audience - looked on in silent fascination as the young male stood before them stroking his erection. Danny meanwhile, was experiencing an intense maelstrom of emotions: embarrassment mixed with exhilaration, shame infused with sexual gratification, humiliation blended with euphoria. All of which had a near hypnotic effect on his young mind. 

Faster and faster his hand pumped at his shaft. Closer and closer he came towards his joyful climax. He forgot all about the eyes of the women that stared upon him and he lost himself to the moment. 

Sensing that her young male was approaching the cliff-edge of orgasm, Rebecca spoke up. 

"By the way Danny," she said to him as she looked up, "a good boy always asks for his Mistress's permission when he wants to cum." 

"Yes, Hahh! My Mistress." Danny replied. 

His arousal grew and grew to a level of intensity he had never experienced before. Not even when he had been masturbated by the medical examiner back in the colony before his release. 

And Danny was moments away from a different kind of release. 

"P... please M... My Mistress, m... may I Hahh! cum?" He said in desperation. 

"Yes pretty one," Rebecca said, "you may." 

Danny surrendered himself to his orgasm as Rebecca brought the goblet up towards his penis so that she could collect his offering. 




The Boys of Colony Theta Ch.03



Author's Note: 

This is the third chapter of The Boys of Colony Theta in which Danny continues to experience a life outside the confines of the colony where he and his friends grew up. 

All characters are over 18. Any resemblances to any person(s) or company(ies) depicted herein are entirely coincidental and unintended. (I pick names etc. totally at random!) 

I hope you enjoy Chapter Three - please feel free to post comments and feedback (as long as it's nice :P ) 

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Chapter Three - Danny's Story, Part Two 

The New Eye Candy 

Danny knew the importance of making a good first impression. It was his first day at his first ever job at the offices of Jordan Scottsmore and Partners - the advertising agency run by a friend of his mistress, Rebecca - so it was important to make sure that he was dressed as smartly as possible. He wore a crisp white shirt, a smart navy blue silk tie with a gold tie pin and a matching navy blue waistcoat accessorised with the gold plated pocket watch he had been given as a deflowering gift. Over all that he wore a smart navy blue single-breasted jacket. He also wore the pendant given to him by Emma. 

Below his waist he wore a pair of daringly skin-tight navy blue leggings, under which he wore a lace thong-pouch. The idea of this combination was to accentuate his 'masculine charms' to best effect - the rear strap of the thong which went between his buttocks had the effect of parting them slightly whilst at the same time ensuring that there was no visible pant line shown underneath the sheer material of the leggings. The pouch part of the skimpy garment ensured that his genitalia were 'lifted and presented' in such a way as to create a visually pleasing, but not too explicitly suggestive bulge at his crotch. Visually pleasing of course, for the women of the world who liked to see a boy displaying his charms for the benefit of their appraising gaze and to add just a little sunshine to their day. The whole ensemble below his waist had a similar look to that of a male ballet dancer from the days before the devastation of the Andrasta Plague. It was a look that was pleasing to the eye without being slutty. In short, Danny felt wonderful and he admired himself in his full-length mirror in his room. 

Completing his outfit were a pair of smart black shoes with Cuban heels and a tiny gold anklet that one of his mistress's guests had given him during his deflowering. 

"My, you look a handsome boy, Danny!" Rebecca said as he entered the living room, a sentiment that was echoed moments later by both Eve and Virginia. 

"Thank you, My Mistress." Danny replied. 

"Now remember, while you are out there you are there to represent me." Rebecca said as the matriarch straightened his shirt collar and adjusted his tie, "Every aspect of your deportment and behaviour reflects back on me. If a woman saw that you appear to look scruffy or if you appear to be disobedient in any way, it would make me look bad for not looking after you or disciplining you properly, and I WILL NOT be made to look like that." 

"Yes, My Mistress," Danny acknowledged. Truth be told, Danny felt like a million Credits - he had discovered he enjoyed looking his best and, in a domestic situation such as his where he was expected to be naked whilst at home, wearing any clothing at all felt like a treat. 

"Now, your office is not far from mine so we may as well go together." Virginia said as she picked up her briefcase and checked her watch, "And we'd better get a move on or we'll miss the hover-tram." 

Danny and Virginia bade goodbye and headed down to the lobby and out onto the street to catch the hover-tram for the 15 minute journey to Salford, a couple of miles from the centre of Manchester. There was already a small crowd of women gathered at the tram stop, all dressed in fairly sober and unflattering business attire - a veritable dirge of black and grey solemnity. But their eyes lit up as they caught sight of the handsome and smartly attired young male that had suddenly entered the normally humdrum and mundane world of their daily commute. 

Danny couldn't help but overhear several of the women whispering to each other as he took his place alongside them. 

"Look at the arse on that!" whispered one of them to her companion. 

"Would love to have a ride on that cutie!" whispered another. 

Another of the women made an imaginary 'grabbing his boy-parts' gesture to her friend, which elicited a brief fit of stifled giggling. 

Virginia, who couldn't help but notice the whispered comments herself, took Danny to one side and whispered in his ear. 

"Danny, I'm just warning you so that it doesn't take you by surprise, but I have a feeling that several of those ladies might... y'know... try and touch you... once we get on the hover-tram."

 

"Touch me, Mistress Ginnie?" 

"On your... y'know... your bottom, and your... erm... boy-parts." 

"My boy-parts?" 

"Yes, you see, some women like to... y'know... try and get a male to get hard for them." 

"Why on earth would they do that, Mistress Ginnie?" 

"I don't know really, I've never done such an embarrassing thing to a boy myself, but some women seem to think of it as an act of feminine supremacy. You know, a sort of game to show their power over you and force you into an embarrassing position and try to make you feel slutty and degraded." 

"Why, Mistress Ginnie?" 

"Well, it's just how some women are - they find it amusing to see a boy in distress at being forced to be... aroused and embarrassed in a public space." Virginia tried to explain, "I'm not saying it will happen, but if it does, and you do get touched while we're on the hover-tram, it is important not to draw attention to yourself and don't let it get the better of you, okay!" 

"Why?" Danny asked again. 

"Remember, you are representing your mistress - it wouldn't reflect well on her if her male took exception to being groped. Males are supposed to simply accept that being touched from time to time is just a part of being male. It just goes with the territory, so whatever you do, don't make a big deal of it okay. I'll try and do whatever I can to protect you but I can't promise you that you won't get touched." 

"Yes, Mistress Ginnie." Danny said, unsure now if he wanted to accompany Virginia on the hover-tram and wishing he could've taken a taxi-pod instead. 

"I mean, it doesn't excuse their lewd behaviour, but males are expected to just turn the other cheek and accept it." Virginia said, "Believe me, it'll be much, much worse if you try to fight them off." 

The sleek hover-tram glided silently to a halt in front of the stop and its doors slid open with a slight hiss. It wasn't full to capacity, but it was nonetheless pretty crowded inside and it was standing room only. The women and Danny boarded the vehicle and immediately in the ensuing rush to board, he found himself separated from Virginia. 

Virginia's prophecy had been an astutely accurate supposition - within moments of setting off, Danny felt the unmistakable sensation of someone's hand stroking his left buttock. It had only been five days since his deflowering, when the personal mark of his mistress had been laser-tattooed on his buttock, and it was still a little sore to the touch so he felt himself wince from the woman's touch. Whoever she was. 

Danny, with Virginia's words ringing in his ears, dared not turn around to see who it was that was touching him. A second hand then began to stroke his behind a few moments later and it wasn't long before a third hand stroked across the bulge in the front of his leggings. The expressions of the women around him looked completely normal and nonchalant, as if nothing at all was happening. Danny cast his eyes down briefly to his crotch and could clearly see a hand cupping and stroking his private parts. The hand didn't appear to belong to either of the women directly in front of him but there was a woman right next to him reading from a bookscreen with a definite smirk on her face. 

Danny felt himself blush with alarm as he felt his penis beginning to firm up from the unwanted stimulation he was receiving from bookscreen woman's wandering hand. He looked up at the ceiling of the hover-tram and tried his best to ignore her. But her hand was simply too insistent and Danny's penis responded to her touch, much to his despair. He gradually became harder and harder in her hand and the smirk on her face had definitely turned into a grin. Danny, tried his best to stand his ground and remain stoically quiet as he was fondled from behind and from the front by his fellow passengers. 

In a society where there were comparatively fewer males than females, it was unsurprising that the novelty of sharing a confined space with an attractive young male had an effect on their sense of common decency. In the now-distant history of the days before the Andrasta Plague, it was commonplace in some societies for women to have to run the gauntlet of men groping them in crowded places. The tables had turned since then. 

Danny's erection was really starting to strain at the inside of his already tight-fitting underwear and it began to pulse and throb inside his pants. By now, stoicism was beginning to give way to panic and Danny, despite his best efforts not to display any emotion, started to feel a tear run down his cheek. 

Just then, the hover-tram began to slow down and a few moments later it came to a complete halt at its next stop. There were several more women waiting to get on and a group of women who disembarked. It was, during this exchange of passengers, that Virginia, much to Danny's relief, managed to put herself between him and his tormentor. 

As the Hover-tram continued on its journey, he was still being fondled from behind, but at least the touches of those particular women would have a lesser affect on his penis. With a sigh of relief he felt his erection start to subside. 

As the hover-tram pulled up at their stop, Danny and Virginia disembarked along with most of the other passengers. 

"Are you okay Danny?" Virginia asked him as they walked away from the hover-tram stop. 

"I'm fine." He said tersely. 

"I'm sorry about that," She said, "I tried to stand as near to you as I could as soon as we got on but I got shoved out of the way. I could see that woman touching you but there was nothing I could do about it until the damned hover-tram stopped." 

"That's okay, Mistress Ginnie." Danny sighed, "At least you managed to rescue me in the end." 

"Did anyone else touch you while we were on board?" 

"I could feel two women behind me touching my bottom, even after you stood between me and that other woman, but I could handle that." Danny said, "It was just the one with the bookscreen that was the real problem." 

"Well, I think you handled that very bravely, Danny." Virginia said and gave her young companion a comforting hug. 

"Is it going to be like that every time, Mistress Ginnie?" Danny asked. 

"I hope not," Virginia sighed, "Hopefully the novelty will wear off eventually but I wouldn't get your hopes up too much. It's just a male's lot in life that he will attract unwanted attention from time to time. Especially a boy as pretty as you anyway." 

Virginia checked her watch. 

"We'd better get a move on or we'll be late - you wouldn't want to be late on your first day." She said, "Whereabouts is your office?" 

Danny tapped his new wristwatch and brought up a screen with the details of the company his mistress had arranged for him to work at and checked the address on the tiny touchscreen. 

"Morrison Street." He said after a moment. 

"Good, that's not far - it's literally around the corner from where I work." Virginia said, "There's a nice little café across the road from there - would you like to meet me for lunch?" 

"Yes, thank you Mistress Ginnie, I'd like that." Danny replied. 

"Good, shall we say 12:30?" 

"Well, I'm not sure what time my lunch break will be so I'll give you a call, Mistress Ginnie." Danny said. His mistress, Rebecca had given him a communicator - a device worn just inside the ear and held in place with a small inflatable bladder. It acted in much the same way as a mobile phone except that it was much smaller and relied on voice commands to operate it. All he had to do was say 'Call Mistress Ginnie' into his watch with which it was paired, and it would proceed to connect him to Virginia's communicator. 

"Okay, well if I don't hear from you I'll meet you there at 12:30 - you won't be able to miss the place." Virginia said. 

She hugged him once more and kissed him on the cheek as they reached the front door to the five-storey office building that housed Jordan Scottsmore and Partners where Danny's new job awaited him. 

"Good luck," She said, "and don't forget - make your mistress proud of you." 

"I will, Mistress Ginnie. Thanks." 

"Good boy - I'll catch you later." 

Danny entered the office block and walked across the lobby to where a male receptionist sat behind a long reception desk. He was the only other male Danny had seen that morning. He looked up and greeted Danny with a warm smile. 

"Good morning Brother, how may I help you?" He said. He looked to be in his mid 40's and was very smartly attired. He had dark brown eyes that complimented his tanned complexion and short but carefully styled dark brown hair. With Manchester not being the sunniest place on earth, Danny surmised that the receptionist made regular use of a sunbed - either that or it was fake tan. 

"Erm, I'm here to see a Mistress Alison Tregwin." Danny said to the male behind the reception desk, "I'm supposed to be starting a job here today." 

"Ah! You must be the new intern." The receptionist said brightly and he tapped the screen in front of him to check the day's appointments, "Daniel, isn't it? Looking at you I'd take you for something of a newbie around here. Been out of the colony long?" 

"Danny, please - I er... I only left the colony a month ago." Danny said. 

"Well Danny, I must say you've landed on your feet there! Only out for a month and already your mistress has allowed you to go out and get a job. Mine only let me get a job once her daughter had grown up and moved out." The receptionist said, "I'm Robson Theta 869002 by the way. I know, daft name right? Robson, for pity's sake!" 

"If it's any consolation, I grew up with a boy called Sopwith." Danny said, "So of course he got nicknamed 'Soppy' and not only that, he was given a daft number too - his full name was Sopwith Theta 580008 - if you turned his number upside down it looked like 'BOOOBS'." 

"Well, that's what you get when you give the responsibility of naming boys to a computer!" Robson chuckled, "Anyway, I'll ring Mistress Alison and let her know you're here. You can take a seat over there if you like." 

Danny sat down on a long couch next to the reception desk and waited. A few minutes later, the lift doors slid open and a woman in her mid 30's stepped out confidently towards Danny. 

"Hi, you must be Daniel," she said holding her hand out towards him, "I'm Alison Tregwin, the director of finance - you'll be working as part of my team upstairs." She took a long appraising look at the young male from head to toe. "My, you are a pretty thing aren't you!" 

Danny stood up and shook her hand politely. 

"Thank you Mistress. Everyone calls me Danny, by the way." 

"Well, Danny it is then. Welcome to Jordan Scottsmore and Partners, I hope you'll enjoy working here." She said as she walked Danny towards the lifts. She paused for a moment to address the receptionist, "Oh by the way Robson, Dawn asked me to tell you that the clients from Covatech are coming in later to discuss their new campaign - could you just send them straight up, they know where to go." 

"Yes Mistress Alison." He said politely, "Good luck Danny!" 

"Thanks Robson!" Danny replied as he stepped in the lift with Alison. 

The lift doors slid open and Danny and Alison stepped out onto the fourth floor of the building. Before them lay a large open plan office with at least twenty desks interspersed with lushly planted tubs of greenery. Each desk had at least one woman sat before a holographic touchscreen. 

The technology behind holographic touchscreens was in its infancy in the days prior to the outbreak of the Andrasta plague - in the immediate aftermath of which, human technology and progress stalled somewhat as the more pressing issue of saving as many males as possible took precedence. Once the situation had stabilised following years of unrest, it was many years before technological progress began to pick up once more. This was fairly typical of all modern human technology, from the latest electrically powered aircraft and hover-rail systems to the humble multi-function wristwatch and the holographic posters that so often bedecked the bedroom walls of teenaged girls. 

As soon as one of the women spotted Danny, the catcalling and wolf-whistling started. 

"Hello darlin'!" One of them called out across the room. 

"What's a pretty boy like you doing in a place like this?!?" Called another. 

"Hey Alison, you gonna ride this pretty thing later? And if so, can I have a go on him when you've finished with him?!?" Came the voice of one of the older women in the office, accompanied by a barrage of bawdy laughter from her contemporaries. 

"Just ignore this bunch of Neanderthals Danny, they'll soon get bored once they run out of witticisms." Alison said as she led Danny through the assault-course of risqué and potty-mouthed banter. "Besides, if they keep this up," Alison continued, raising her voice so that it was clear she was addressing the women in the room, "they'll find their end of year bonus being considerably smaller than last years!" 

That gave them something to think about, and the catcalling died down. 

"Sisters," Alison turned and addressed the room, "This is Danny, our new intern. He will be working as my PA's assistant and I want all of you to be nice to him and show him due respect. His mistress is a friend of our chairwoman, so if she were to hear that her friend's boy has been abused in any way whilst he's here then it'll look bad not just for you but also for our company. Now I know there's nothing wrong with a little banter between colleagues, but please try and keep it respectful okay!" 

"Yes, Alison." Several of the women murmured. 

"Good." Alison replied. 

She turned to face Danny once more. 

"Okay Danny, let's go and find your desk and get you settled in." 

Alison's office was at the far end of the room and occupied one entire corner of the floor. Outside the door to her office were two desks - at the larger of the two sat a woman in her 50's whom Alison identified as her PA, Laura. 

"Laura, this is Danny, he'll be acting as your assistant." Alison said to her PA. 

"Hello Danny," the PA said warmly and gave him a kiss on either cheek, "sorry about that lot out there, they don't get to see males in the office very often." 

"That's okay Mistress um... Laura. My Mistress warned me that some women might try to leer at me from time to time." Danny replied. 

"Yes, well that doesn't excuse their behaviour towards you." Laura said, "Unfortunately it's something a male has to put up with and you will be expected to take it on the chin, by and large. But if they overstep the mark and say or do anything too offensive then you must let either me or Alison know, okay?" 

"Yes, Mistress Laura." Danny said. 

"Excellent." Laura said brightly, "Now then, let's get you sat at your desk and find you some work to do." 

The rest of Danny's morning was spent being shown how everything worked, who everyone was, what the fire evacuation procedure was and generally having his duties outlined to him. His main duty was basically to act as Laura's dogsbody - he would spend most of his time fetching and carrying things for her, typing reports and correspondence, taking minutes during meetings and briefings and fetching tea and coffee for clients. 




The Boys of Colony Theta Ch.03



There was yet more catcalling and wolf-whistling as he was shown around the rest of the building, but at least it had started to die down a little. The entire company of over 300 staff only employed four males including Danny, all of whom could work no more than the mandatory three days a week. The global governing council (all female of course) had decreed that this would be the maximum time allowed for males to work outside the home so that their domestic duties did not suffer. 

By the time 12:30 came around, Danny had worked up an appetite. He asked Laura for permission to go for lunch, as was expected of him. In this society, males had to ask permission for pretty much everything. She informed him that his normal lunch break would be between 12:30 and 1:30 and that he didn't need to ask permission from her, just to let her know so that she knew where he was. He found the café that Virginia mentioned easily and as he entered the place he saw her wave to him from the queue to be served. 

"Well, how's it all going?" She asked him brightly. 

"Pretty good so far." Danny replied. 

"Have you had much in the way of catcalling? What with being the new eye-candy in the office?" Virginia asked. 

"Eye-candy? Mistress Ginnie?" He asked, after never having heard the term before. 

"Eye-candy." Virginia said, "You know, something - or in your case - someone that is attractive to look at! Did you get anyone making any lewd comments at you?" 

"Oh! Yes, there were a few." Danny admitted sheepishly, "But my boss, Mistress Laura, said to tell her or Mistress Alison if they overstep the mark." 

The pair reached the front of the queue to place their orders. 

"Good afternoon Mistress Ginnie, will you be having your usual?" The young male behind the counter asked. 

"Yes please Fabio," Virginia said to the young barista, "What'll you have Danny?" 

"Um... I'll have whatever you're having, Mistress Ginnie." Danny replied. He had no idea about coffee so rather than look foolish he decided it was simpler just to follow suit. 

"Okay, two cappuccinos and two cheese and mushroom toasties it is then!" Fabio said brightly and immediately set about his work preparing their order. 

"Oh, where are my manners! Danny, this is Fabio - his mistress owns this place." Virginia said. 

"Fabio Kappa 909134" the young male behind the counter said, introducing himself properly. 

"Colony Kappa - that's the Western European colony isn't it?" Danny asked. 

"That's right, my mistress bought me from the Mediterranean section of the colony so that she could boast a genuine Mediterranean boy serving genuine Mediterranean style coffees!" Fabio said with a slight chuckle, "Also, we don't cost as much as you Theta boys!" 

Europe was served by three huge breeding colonies. Colony Kappa served Western Europe, while Colony Iota served Eastern Europe and Scandinavia. Colony Theta served only Great Britain and Ireland, but despite being the smallest of the three, Colony Theta was noted for having among the best production rates in the entire breeding colony network and also for the quality of its output. Males sired at Colony Theta were among the most expensive and sought after. To a woman from elsewhere in the world such as America or Australia, to possess a male sired at Colony Theta was quite a status symbol. 

"Fabio, this is Danny - the boy my mother bought recently." Virginia said, introducing him to her barista friend, "It's his first day working for the company across the road." 

"Very pleased to meet you Brother!" Fabio said, holding his hand out to Danny, "It's about time there was a few more males around here!" 

"Daniel Theta 134769 - although everyone calls me Danny." Danny said, politely returning the introduction, "Yes um... pleased to meet you too, erm... Brother." 

He served their food and coffees to them on a tray and they went to find themselves a table. 

"He seems nice." Danny commented as he took a seat opposite Virginia. 

"What, Fabio?" Virginia replied, "Yes he is rather! I wouldn't mind a ride on him one day!" 

"Is that all women ever think of?" Danny sighed as he took a sip of coffee, "I mean, strapping males down and having sex with them?" 

"Yeah... well... maybe not all the time." Virginia said, "Look Danny, this is just how the world is - males are there to serve women... it's what they're for. That doesn't mean we don't love our males or respect them..." 

"The women on the hover-tram didn't seem to be very respectful this morning." Danny interrupted. 

"Well... there are exceptions, certainly." Virginia replied, "I mean some women are very old fashioned like that." 

"What about you, Mistress Ginnie?" 

"Me? Well, I might not be as progressive as Mother or Eve. I mean, as far as I'm concerned, a male's place is at home to serve his mistress." Virginia said "I certainly wouldn't let him have a job." 

"So, you don't think a boy has a right to a life outside the home?" Danny said, "To be kept a virtual prisoner by his mistress?" 

"Don't be silly!" Virginia chided, "Of course males can have a life outside the home. Just not in the workplace that's all, as far as I'm concerned. Well, with the possible exception of Fabio - a nice boy to look at is something to look forward to when you're stuck behind a desk for most of the day. And you aren't a prisoner Danny, males are free to go out and do any activity they want as long as it doesn't interfere with their domestic duties. I mean, yes there is a curfew in place so that all males have to be indoors by 7pm unless accompanied by a woman, but that is in the interests of their safety. It's a male's place in life to serve women, and it's a woman's place in life to protect and provide for males." 

"So you think My Mistress shouldn't have let me have this job?" Danny asked. 

"Well, you are her property after all." Virginia said, "It's up to her to decide whether or not to let you have a job. She's our matriarch - the head of our household, and I, and Eve too for that matter, have to abide by her rules until the age of 25, that's the law. It's not my place to question her any more than it is yours." 

Virginia saw Danny sigh sadly. 

"But..." She continued, "on reflection, it is nice to have someone to share the commute to work with, and to share a nice coffee with over lunch." 

"Even if you have to defend me from the unwanted attention from those vile, randy women every morning?" Danny asked. 

"Well, I guess it did make my protective instinct kick in." Virginia said, "I did feel sorry for you being felt up like that, no boy deserves to be groped like that and no woman has a right to force you to endure such indignity - at least not in a public place. In private is another thing entirely." 

Danny returned to his office after lunch - the women in the office still unabashedly checked him out and made lewd and suggestive comments as he walked across to his desk but at least they were less vocal than earlier that morning. He was surprised to find a small crystal vase on his desk with a single Blue Rose - the flower that symbolised masculinity - strong stemmed but with a pure and fragile beauty in its bloom. Many males wore a Blue Rose as a symbol of solidarity amongst their Brotherhood, either as an actual bloom or more commonly, as an enameled brooch worn on the lapel. 

There was a small note attached to the vase that was hand-written, something of a rarity in this day and age of technological advancement. It read simply, 'Welcome Danny, I hope you enjoy working with us - Jordan.' 

Immediately, Danny looked up Jordan Scottsmore's number on the internal directory system as he had been shown earlier. She was not there however and so Danny left a message for her. 

"Um... Hi Mistress Jordan - it's Danny here. I just wanted to say thank you for the flower you sent me, it's very beautiful. I've had a good day so far and I hope that I can be really helpful around here. Thank you for everything so far." Danny said before hanging up, not knowing what else to say. 

Accidental Damage 

Three months later. 

Virginia closed the door behind her as she ushered Danny into the apartment. Immediately, Danny began unbuttoning and taking off his clothes as he was now in the habit of doing. It had been three months since he had been publicly deflowered before his mistress's friends, and being naked around the apartment was something he had been forced to get used to. He didn't enjoy being forced to be naked - in fact he hated it with a passion that surprised even himself - but he now accepted it was his station in life as a male in this female-dominated society to obey unquestioningly and he was sure there would be dire consequences if he disobeyed. Even with a mistress as lenient as Rebecca claimed to be, Danny was sure that he would not escape punishment if he transgressed her rule that he be naked at all times whilst inside her home. 

Once he was totally naked, he picked up his clothes and headed towards his room. Virginia stared at the laser tattoo on his left buttock. His bottom had fully healed now and Virginia admired the mark that permanently denoted him as her mother's property as he walked towards his room. Virginia looked at her watch. Yes, there was time, she figured - her mother would want a go later, as would Eve no doubt, but Virginia felt like striking while the iron was hot. It had been a tough day - her boss had been a complete bitch all day long and Virginia needed something to vent her frustrations on. And that something, was to be Danny. 

Of course, it was against the law to physically harm a male without a legitimate reason, and there were strict guidelines on what punishments could be meted out and where. And she simply couldn't bring herself to harm the boy, especially since he had done nothing wrong. In all the time he had lived with them, only once had there been reason to punish him. Since then his obedience and submissiveness had been exemplary. 

No, some other outlet for her frustrations was needed. 

"Riding room... now." she announced once Danny had reappeared from his room. 

"But Mistress Ginnie, I..." Danny began to protest. 

"I know you have to start getting dinner ready," Virginia said patiently, "but I only want a quickie, you'll have plenty of time to make dinner after I've ridden you. Now come on, get yourself into the riding room, and get that bottom of yours on the riding bench... NOW!" 

That firmly spoken 'NOW!', was enough to make Danny realise that his mistress meant business and it was forbidden for him to disobey her. 

"Yes Mistress Ginnie." Danny sighed resignedly. 

This had been Danny's lot for weeks now. Every day once they arrived home from work, it would only be a matter of time until one of his mistresses commanded him to follow her into the riding room in order to be strapped down onto the riding bench and be forced to have sex. Usually however, they had at least had the common decency to let him get dinner out of the way first - Virginia had obviously had a hard day and needed to relieve her sexual tension. 

Danny sighed audibly as Virginia placed her hand on the hand scanner pad by the door. It immediately flashed green and the door unlocked with a soft click. The now-familiar sight of the riding bench stood before him. Danny knew it was pointless to object to what was about to happen to him, he had to simply put up with it and get it over and done with so that he could get his domestic duties out of the way. He dutifully sat himself down on the riding bench and then laid back, placing his neck into the collar and stretched his arms and legs towards the wrist and ankle restraints. 

Out of his three mistresses, Virginia was always the one who fastened him onto the riding bench with the least consideration for his comfort. She always buckled the neck collar just a little too tightly and today was to be no exception. Once she had secured the collar around Danny's neck she moved on to the wrist restraints. 

"Just be a good boy for me Danny and it'll all be over quickly." 

"Yes, Mistress Ginnie." Danny said, his voice sounding strained slightly as his vocal cords struggled against the tightly fitted collar. 

His wrists now secured to the riding bench, Virginia turned her attention to the boy's ankles. She never asked him if he was comfortable like Rebecca and Eve did whenever they rode him. She always buckled him down onto the bench by using one more notch than either her mother or her twin sister used on him. 

Virginia paused for a moment to observe the sight of the utterly helpless, totally naked and completely immobile boy stretched out on the riding bench before her. Like most women she enjoyed having power over a defenceless male - she had been brought up, like every other girl, to believe that males simply existed for two reasons. Firstly, to father children within the confines of the breeding colonies, and secondly to serve women domestically and sexually outside of the breeding colonies. It was their lot in life, their obligation being to serve and to be submissive at all times and show due deference to all women who they were expected to regard as their superiors. 

Virginia smiled as she removed her belt, took down her trousers and removed her underwear to leave her naked below the waist. She mounted the bench and straddled Danny's legs - she grasped hold of his penis and began to stroke it to coax it into life and produce a satisfactory erection for her to sate her need upon. 

With a flash of alarm, Danny noticed a sudden creak and a slight movement as his mistress added her weight to the riding bench. He was sure it wasn't supposed to do that. He was about to say something to draw Virginia's attention to it but he stifled his voice before he said anything. He had been told, in no uncertain terms, that the only time males were allowed to speak whilst being ridden was to ask for permission to cum. He was only allowed to speak if he was spoken to first. 

"You're starting to get a little stubble down here, Danny." Virginia said as she stroked his penis and softly cupped his scrotum, "Make sure you shave it off tonight." 

"Yes, Mistress Ginnie." He said obediently. 

Once Virginia was satisfied that Danny was suitably hard enough for her to mount, she rose up onto her knees, shuffled forward and grasped hold of Danny's penis. She lined it up with the entrance to her vagina and then lowered herself down onto it, with a soft sigh from her and a gentle grunt from Danny as he bore her weight on his hips. Immediately she began to rock back and forth and grind her hips in a circular motion to enable her steed's penis to rub against the inner walls of her vagina. Danny noticed several more creaks as she began to ride him. 

"Ooohh... Ahhhh... Mmmmm... Oh yeah, mmmm..." Virginia moaned softly as she used Danny below her to satisfy her desire. 

He was still fairly new to being ridden but already she could tell that Danny had great potential to be a wonderful toy in the not too distant future - he had made great progress since his brief deflowering with her mother and could now last much longer before he needed to cum. She had been disappointed that her mother had allowed him to get a job at her friend's advertising agency, but his duties there were light and he was only permitted to work for three days a week - it was illegal for males to work full-time - so it was a sacrifice she was happy to make. It still left them all with plenty of time to use him however they wished so the arrangement had worked out fine. She resolved herself however, that when she was in a position to move away and get a boy of her own, she would not allow him to be anything more than a domestic servant. A male's place was in the home, she reasoned, to not answer back and to look pretty on her arm whenever she allowed him to go out with her. A male should be naked and waiting for her when she returned home from work, with dinner in the oven and sporting a pleasing erection for her to ride upon as soon as she gets through the door. 

The creaking was getting louder and the movement was getting worse. Danny was sure his mistress would've noticed by now that something was amiss but he dutifully remained quiet, not daring to utter a word lest he be punished for his insolence. 

Above him, Virginia picked up the pace and rode her mount harder and faster. 

Creak, creak, creak, creak, creak! 

"Oh Danny, ohhhh... good boy Danny! Ahhhhhh... Mmmmmmm... Oooooohh..." Virginia gasped and moaned, totally unaware of the worsening creaking and increased movement of the riding bench beneath her and the boy she was riding on. 

Creak, creak, creak, creak, creak!! 

Danny was sure something was seriously wrong. 

"M... Mistress Ginnie!" He called out in alarm. 

"Quiet Danny!" She chastised. 

"B... but Mistress Ginnie there's..." 

"I said be quiet boy!" Virginia scolded loudly, "You know all too well that you may not speak unless spoken to when being ridden, other than to ask for permission to cum!" 

Creak, creak, creak, creak, creak!! 

"Do you wish to cum, Danny?" Virginia asked loudly. 

"No Mistress." Danny replied. 

"Well then, shut up and be quiet until I've finished with you!" 

"I know Mistress Ginnie, but..." 

Creak, creak, creak, creak, creak!! 

"No buts'!" Virginia said loudly, "You will do as you are told! You've just earned yourself a spanking boy! As soon as I am done riding you I'm going to have you up against the wall and I'm going to spank your bare behind until it glows! And then I shall get mother to spank you some more once she realises that dinner isn't ready because I have had to punish you for your disobedience!" 

Creak, creak, creak, creak, creak, CREAK!! 

"But Mistress Ginnie, I really think..." 

"You aren't here to think boy!" Virginia growled, clearly losing patience, "You are here to serve your mistress!!" 

CREEEEEAAAKKKK!! 

BANG!!" 

What happened next was a bit of a blur. Virginia suddenly found herself being violently pitched forward and Danny's penis slipped out from her. The polished wood floor reared up in her view and then... 

Everything went black. 

At the back of her mind she could hear what sounded like someone coughing. But it seemed distant and she could not pinpoint its origin. She disregarded it but the sound persisted, growing ever more urgent. 

Then, all of a sudden she became aware of where she was. She was on the floor of her mother's riding room. 

Her head pounded with pain. 

What the hell had happened? 

In a daze she brought her hand to where she felt the source of the pain was. There was a sudden flash of pain that brought her crashing to her senses. She looked at her fingers - there was a smear of blood. She suddenly realised what had happened - she had toppled forward, lost her balance and hit her head hard on the floor as she fell, cracking her head open and knocking her out cold for a moment. 

The hacking, coughing noise continued unabated - where on earth was it coming from? 

It was then that she saw. 

"DANNY!!" She screamed. 

Four of the six legs of the riding bench had collapsed and what remained of it was at a 30 degree angle. With a sickening feeling she saw Danny, helplessly restrained to the riding bench, his face as white as a sheet and he was gasping for breath. The neck collar bore his whole weight and it was strangling him. 

"Hckkkkhhh!! Ggrrrgggllll!! Nnnggggg!!" He gasped and gurgled, he was seconds away from losing consciousness. 

"DANNYYYY!!" Virginia cried again, "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!!" 

She stood up, her head pounding, and tried desperately to free him. She tried the brass buckle but the collar was so tight against his throat that she couldn't get enough slack in order to undo the thing without tightening it further. Virginia was in a state of desperate panic as she noticed Danny's face begin to turn blue and he began to shake violently. 




The Boys of Colony Theta Ch.03



"Just hang on Danny, I'll be back in a second!!" She said and she ran straight towards the kitchen. 

Just as she made it to the kitchen, the front door opened and Eve walked into the room. She took one look at her sister, naked from the waist down, and smiled. 

"You just couldn't wait to get poor Danny on the riding bench could you!" Eve said as she placed her briefcase on the floor. It was then that she sensed that something was amiss, "Ginnie? What's wrong?" 

"Eve! Come quickly, Danny's choking!!" Virginia cried. She was looking for the sharpest serrated knife she could find. 

Eve ran straight into the riding room to find Danny, his head pointing toward the floor on the broken riding bench, desperately struggling against the leather restraints that held him. 

"Nnnggghhh!! Gaccckkkhhhh!! Cckkkhhhh!!" 

"Hold on Danny!!" Eve said as calmly as she could, "Mistress Eve is here, you're going to be okay." She set about freeing him from the wrist restraints, but then immediately stopped dead in her tracks as she realised that to free him from the restraints too soon would result in more of his weight being supported by the already too-tight collar and strangling him even further. 

"GINNIE!!" Eve screamed, "Hurry up!! What the fuck are you doing in there?!?" 

Suddenly Virginia appeared behind her brandishing the knife. She wasted no time and started sawing away at the leather underneath the bench where it attached to the wooden surface beneath the padding, it was the only place where she could cut without harming Danny. With relief she noticed that the serrated blade made short work of the collar. 

Within a few seconds the collar snapped and Danny's neck was finally free. Colour immediately returned to Danny's face as the blood rushed towards his head. He gasped and coughed as precious air filled his lungs. The sudden blood rush was too much for him however and pretty soon he passed out. Much to Virginia and Eve's relief however, he was still breathing. 

The twins released Danny's ankles from the restraints and carefully, they laid him out on the floor. He came around a little but it was clear he was only semi-conscious. 

"Help me carry him into the living room." Eve said, "And then you can tell me what the hell happened." 

Eve and Virginia picked the delirious Danny up off the floor and got him on his feet. They managed to get the naked semi-conscious boy into the living room where they laid him down on one of the sofas. Eve placed a blanket over Danny and kissed him on his forehead. He opened his eyes and looked her in the eye. 

"Shh... Shh... It's okay Danny," Eve said softly as she stroked his hair, "you're safe now. It's all over." 

Danny immediately erupted into a flood of tears and violent coughing. Virginia took him in her arms and started sobbing herself. 

"I'm sorry Danny, I'm so very, very sorry." Virginia sobbed. 

Eventually, Danny calmed down and the two young women left Danny to rest on the sofa. Eve took Virginia to the kitchen and located the first aid kit. Eve started tending to the gash on Virginia's forehead. 

"So, you going to tell me what happened or what?" Eve said brusquely towards Virginia as she dabbed the blood away from the wound with a piece of cotton wool. 

"Can't I at least go and put some underwear on first?" Virginia replied. 

"No!" Eve said sharply, "You nearly killed Danny! I think an explanation is due first." 

"I... I don't know what happened." Virginia said tearfully, "I picked Danny up from work on my way home from my office. I'd had a really stressful day and... just watching Danny take his clothes off in front of me... I needed him Eve! I figured there was time for a quick ride, so I told him to get in the riding room and get on the riding bench. I strapped him down as normal and then..." 

"I think I can guess the next bit." Eve said. 

"Yes, well... anyway, I was just riding him as usual and then he started trying to tell me something." 

"What did he try to say?" 

"I don't know!" Virginia sobbed, "I told him to shut up! But he kept on and I told him... I told him I would punish him if he didn't keep quiet!" She broke down in tears as she told her sister how she had admonished the poor and helplessly restrained boy. 

"Then what happened?" 

"It all happened so quickly." Virginia sobbed, "There was a loud creak and then a bang and the next thing I know I'm falling forward and I smacked my head on the floor. I think I lost consciousness for a moment and when I came around I had the most intense pain in my head and when I checked myself I discovered I was bleeding. And then... and then..." 

Virginia sobbed profusely. 

"I noticed he was... choking." 

Just then the front door slammed shut - Rebecca had arrived home. She spied Danny on the sofa, the red mark around his throat, and the two girls in the kitchen. She noticed Virginia was naked from the waist down, in floods of tears and sporting a cut on her forehead. 

"What the hell happened here?" She asked. 

Rebecca sat herself down and cradled Danny's head in her lap and stroked his hair softly. 

"Oh, mother." Virginia said tearfully, "I'm afraid there's been an accident." 

She recounted her story to her mother. 

Rebecca looked at the red mark across Danny's throat - it looked as though he had been garroted. The still somewhat groggy boy came around to see his mistress's concerned face looking back at him. 

"M... My M-Mistress..." Danny croaked. 

"Shhh... it's okay Danny, I'm here." Rebecca said softly as she cradled him, "Ginnie told me what happened and she's very sorry." 

"M... My Mistress... I... I tried..." Danny said hoarsely. 

"Shhh... Don't try to talk Danny, just get some rest, there's a good boy." 

She sat and cradled him softly until he drifted off to sleep. 

"Eve, give Dr Williams a call - I just want her to give Danny a quick checkup to make sure there isn't any permanent damage." Rebecca said to her daughter, "And she can take a quick look at Ginnie too in case she has a delayed concussion." 

"I'm fine mum, really I am." Virginia said, "I'm more concerned about Danny than about my stupid head!" 

"All the same," Rebecca said, "I think you should be looked at - it needs a proper dressing on it at the very least." 

Dr Elizabeth Williams lived eight floors down from Rebecca's apartment so she was able to come up to examine Danny within minutes of being called. Danny by now had come around to full consciousness and Eve had made him a strong cup of tea that he sipped carefully. 

"I think you ought to get him something a bit stronger Eve, he's had a nasty shock. Go and get some brandy from the liquor cabinet." Rebecca said. 

"But mum, males aren't allowed to drink alcohol!" Virginia said. 

"I think under the circumstances the Enforcers would turn a blind eye in this instance." Rebecca said as Eve took a glass from the liquor cabinet and poured a glass of brandy, "Besides, if they do fine me for allowing him to have alcohol then so be it - I could easily afford the penalty. I'm sure Dr Williams won't say anything to them though." 

The Enforcers were members of the enforcement division of the Department of Male Administration and Correction. They were separate from the mainstream police force in that their sole jurisdiction was to ensure that the various rules and regulations that pertained to the ownership and trade of males were adhered to by their owners and that the males themselves obeyed the laws that governed them. One such law was that males were not allowed outside between the hours of 7pm and 7am unless accompanied by a woman. They had the power to fine or imprison those who transgressed the law for many other misdemeanors, such as allowing males to consume alcohol, using non government approved methods of discipline and for gross maltreatment etc. 

Eve gave Danny the glass of brandy and he sipped it cautiously, grimacing suddenly as the warmth of the alcohol flooded his mouth and ran down his throat. 

The doorbell rang and Eve went to answer it. Moments later she returned with the doctor who followed her to where Danny was laid out on the sofa. Dr Williams set about examining Danny. She began by scanning the microchip embedded in his neck that displayed all his relevant details and his medical records on the screen of her scanner unit. She removed the blanket that covered him and conducted a thorough examination of him noting the red marks around his wrists and ankles and especially around his neck. 

"Hmmm... It looks as though the restraints have caused a little bruising to his wrists and ankles." Dr Williams said as she examined Danny, "you should be more careful not to secure him so tightly next time. His neck is also bruised a little but it doesn't look like anything too serious." 

She took a tongue depressor and a small pen torch from her bag and instructed Danny to open wide. She placed the depressor on his tongue and peered down his throat. 

"Say 'ahh' for me please Danny." She said. 

"Ahh." Danny said with some difficulty. 

Dr Williams noted the smell of alcohol on his breath. 

"Have you allowed him to drink alcohol?" She asked Rebecca who stood alongside. 

"Just a drop of brandy," Rebecca replied, "purely for medicinal purposes. I figured he'd had a nasty shock and just needed a little something to calm his nerves." 

"Well, I'll say nothing to the Enforcers on this occasion, but try not to make a habit of it okay." Dr Williams said gravely. 

"Yes, of course." Rebecca said. 

"Right, well I can confidently say they there should be no lasting damage." Dr Williams said as she stood up, "You've had a very lucky escape Danny." 

She turned and faced Rebecca and the girls. 

"He'll be a little sore for a few days and he may sound a bit hoarse for a little while but he should make a full recovery." She said, "In the meantime I want him to rest up, at least for a day or two, and he is not to be used sexually for at least a week. It might be too traumatic for him to be ridden again too soon. But don't leave it for too long - the best thing would be for him to 'get back in the saddle', so to speak, as soon as possible." 

Dr Williams then turned her attention to Virginia, who by then had made herself decent, and examined the wound to her head. To Virginia and her mother's relief there was no need for any stitches and there were no signs of any lasting concussion. 

Her work done, Dr Williams said goodbye and returned to her apartment downstairs announcing that she would return the following day to check on Danny. 

Rebecca viewed the wreckage of what remained of her riding bench and sighed heavily. 

"It belonged to my grandmother you know." She said to her twin daughters, "Handed down over the years. It wasn't a particularly expensive one, but it had sentimental value. I lost my virginity on it, as did my mother before me. Over the years, no fewer than twenty seven males have been ridden on this bench." 

"We lost our virginities on it as well." Eve added, "It seems weird to think that it was only a few years ago since you hired, what was his name? Sebastian, from the Maison in town for us to ride for the first time." 

It was a common practice for women to hire a boy for her daughters to lose their virginity on as part of their 18th birthday gift. The Maisons - the government sponsored brothels that most towns had at least one of - often hired their boys out for such purposes in return for a fee. 

"I'll pay for it to be repaired." Virginia said. By now she had dressed in a bath robe and had a dressing applied to her forehead, "I mean, I was the one that broke it after all." 

Rebecca examined the broken legs of the riding bench. 

"Nope, it's my fault." Rebecca sighed, "See this?" 

She handed the broken leg to Virginia. 

"The screws have worked themselves loose over the years - I should've checked them to make sure they were still tight enough." Rebecca said, "I was so excited and preoccupied about getting Danny that I neglected to make sure that it was still safe to use." 

"And I'm to blame for strapping him down too tightly." Virginia said. 

"We're all to blame in a way." Eve said, "We've been taking Danny too much for granted. Having to serve three mistresses must be hard on him." 

"You're right I suppose." Rebecca agreed, "From now on girls, only one of us gets to use Danny each evening. We each get him to ourselves for two nights a week and he can have Sunday nights off. We'll also eat out every Sunday so that Danny can have a whole day without having to serve us. Agreed?" 

"Agreed." The twins said in unison. 

His three mistresses had put Danny to bed. Eve had switched on his television and he began using various hand gestures to flip through the many channels, trying to find something interesting to watch. He loved documentaries and factual programming, eager as ever to improve his knowledge of the world, and eventually he settled on an interesting film about the ancient Roman city of Pompeii and the volcanic eruption that destroyed it in the year 79AD. 

After a while the film was interrupted by a commercial break. Most of the commercials featured males in varying states of undress. There was a strict rule that males were not to be depicted with an erect penis but other than that, nothing was off-limits. Images of nude males were used to sell everything from bathroom products to household appliances, the latest deals from online supermarkets and even online gaming sites. Sex, it seemed, still sold the goods - in the world of advertising, some things never changed. 

About halfway through the commercial break, a now familiar advert came on to the screen. It was the commercial that, all those weeks earlier during his first evening in his new home, his mistress Rebecca had switched off in order to protect him from discovering what it was selling and to prevent him from discovering the truth too soon, and resulted in him being banned from watching live TV until after his deflowering. 

A smartly dressed woman faded onto the screen and a soft tune played in the background. 

"Sisters, we at Kindleton know you want the best for the male in your life so it's only natural that you'd want the very best for both of you when it comes to comfort in the riding room. And what better way to show him your dominance and for him to show his submission than by choosing a Kindleton riding bench!" 

The scene changed to show a busy workshop as a group of craftswomen shaved and carved wood and sewed upholstery. The spokeswoman's voice played over the images. 

"Here at Kindleton, our riding benches are lovingly constructed by highly skilled craftswomen using only the finest materials and softest upholstery to ensure comfort for your male and that unmistakable feeling of dominance for you." 

The scene changed again, this time showing a naked male strapped down on the company's flagship model. The spokeswoman appeared once again behind the helplessly restrained boy and continued to address the camera. 

"All our riding benches come with only the finest restraints to help you keep your male pleasingly submissive, right where you want him. Prices start from just 9995 and interest free credit is available across the range. So don't delay, sisters - order a Kindleton today! Come visit us online or at one of our showrooms. Kindleton - when only the best is good enough!" 

Danny clicked off the television - he'd had enough of riding benches for one day. 

Meeting Mrs. Scottsmore 

Four days had passed since the accident and Dr Williams had passed Danny fit to return to work. He normally endured riding the hover-tram with Virginia, as her office and the advertising agency where Danny worked as an intern were only around the corner from each other. Today however, wishing to protect Danny from the unwelcome groping of the women on board the hover-tram, Virginia had ordered a taxi-pod for their journey to work. 

As the taxi-pod came to a halt, Virginia held her card against the scanner pad to pay the fare. As soon as the pair disembarked, its door closed automatically and the driverless vehicle whirred off back into the city traffic. 

"I'll um... see you later for lunch okay Danny." Virginia said. Since they worked so near to each other, they had got into the habit of taking lunch together at the café across the road from the building where Danny worked. 

"Yes, thank you Mistress Ginnie. I'll meet you later." Danny replied. 

Virginia kissed him on his cheek and waved him goodbye. 

He made his way to his desk where a message waited for him. It said simply 'Welcome back Danny, so pleased to hear that you are okay, please see me when you get in. Mrs. Scottsmore wants you to do something for her - Alison.' 

Mrs. Jordan Scottsmore was his boss, the owner of the advertising agency where he worked. It wasn't much of a job really - in this society, males were expected to be domestically and sexually servile first and foremost, so the few males that did make it out into the workforce were only ever assigned the most mundane and menial tasks. Danny's duties mainly consisted of typing up correspondence, filing accounts payments and making tea and coffee. They were basically the jobs that the rest of the female workforce deemed to be beneath them, but Danny loved it - it was just nice to get out of the apartment for three days a week and do something other than housework and... other duties. And to wear clothes of course. Three days was, by law, the maximum time allowed for males to work outside the home. The total workforce of the company totaled over 300, all housed within a single building in the Salford district of Manchester. Only four of the company's employees were male, Danny being the newest. 

Alison was the director of finance, and Danny acted as an assistant to her PA. It was Alison's job to run the company's books and oversee the budgets of the various departments within the company. She occupied a large office on the fourth floor of the building that overlooked the old Manchester ship canal. 

Danny, made his way to her office and knocked on the door. 

"Come in!" She called. 

Danny entered the spacious office and closed the door behind him. 

"Danny, sweetheart - it's so good to see you. I was so worried!" Alison said as she got up from her desk and took Danny in her arms in a warm hug. 

Danny reciprocated her embrace, although only through politeness. 

"Are you okay?" She asked as she took a step back to appraise his physical condition. 

"I'm fine." Danny said, "Thank you for your concern Mistress Alison. And thank you for the flowers you sent me." 

"You're welcome Danny, you wouldn't believe how worried I was for you. Well, all of us were worried really." 

"You said in your message that Mistress Scottsmore wanted me for something." Danny said. 

"Yes, she says you are to go and see her after lunch at half past one." 

"Did she mention what it was that she wanted me for?" Danny asked. 

"No... although I have a pretty good idea what she wants you for." Alison said, "Now, I expect you'll want to get back to work and take your mind off your accident. I've got the accounts in from the Lasermax Eye Surgery account for their autumn campaign and I need you to collate as much of it as you can into monthly statements. Can you manage that? I'll get Laura to help you if you get stuck." 

Laura was Alison's PA - Danny's immediate supervisor. 

"Thank you Mistress Alison." Danny said politely, "I'll see how I get on." 

Later that day, Danny met Virginia for lunch at the café across the street. A young woman was serving today, it was obviously one of the days when Fabio was not allowed to work. They ordered a cappuccino for Virginia and an Americano for Danny and two cheese and bacon Panini's and sat at a table by the window. 




The Boys of Colony Theta Ch.04



Author's Note: 

This is the fourth chapter of The Boys of Colony Theta in which Danny continues to experience a life outside the confines of the colony where he and his friends grew up. 

All characters are over 18. Any resemblances to any person(s) or company(ies) depicted herein are entirely coincidental and unintended. (I pick names etc. totally at random!) 

I hope you enjoy Chapter Four - please feel free to post comments and feedback (as long as it's nice :P ) 

The Boys of Colony Theta 

Chapter Four - Danny's Story, Part 3 

The Showroom 

Danny's mistress Rebecca had clearly taken the day off from work - at least, that was what Danny had surmised. It was the most likely explanation as to why she had called for him at that time on a Tuesday morning to come to her room. Ever since the riding bench had been broken several weeks earlier, this had been how his three mistresses had made him service them. They had explained to him that they had agreed to a rota system whereby each one of them had exclusive access to him for two days a week and that he would have Sundays all to himself. It had certainly helped clarify things as far as having to serve his mistresses was concerned; Eve had him on Mondays and Thursdays, Rebecca had him on Tuesdays and Fridays and Virginia's days were Wednesdays and Saturdays. Sundays were Danny's day of rest - he had got into the habit of going down to use the gym in the apartment block's basement (a boy had to keep himself in good shape for his mistress after all) and he often went out running alongside the old Rochdale Canal. He also enjoyed having the opportunity to indulge in another of his new hobbies - shopping. 

It had turned out that Rebecca had chosen to have him on Tuesdays and Fridays because those were the two days of the week that he did not go out to his job at Jordan Scottsmore's advertising agency. Rebecca, should she want to have access to his masculine charms for more than just the evening, simply had to take a day off from work and she would have him for the entire day. It was because of this that Danny knew he would probably be in for a tiring day and that it was more than likely that the majority of his household chores wouldn't get done that day. 

"You called for me, My Mistress?" Danny said as he stood naked in the doorway. 

"Yes Danny, come lie on the bed." Rebecca said as she patted the bed. 

"It is my pleasure to serve you as always, My Mistress." Danny said as he stepped towards the bed. His words however were more out of duty than of any actual desire to serve her. 

He could see that she was already naked as he approached her and she pulled away the sheets to invite him into her bed. He slid in next to her and she proceeded to cuddle up to him. 

"I just thought you ought to know," Rebecca said as she cuddled him and reached down to stroke his penis, "Jordan gave me a glowing report of you for your performance at her house the other night. She even told me that you had made a new friend." 

"Yes, My Mistress." Danny replied as his penis dutifully responded to her touch, "Mistress Scottsmore's male, Adam. We kind of hit it off, he's a nice boy and we got on well together. We exchanged Vidifone numbers so that we can stay in touch and he says that he would like to meet up in town next time his mistress takes him back to Manchester." 

"Well, I'm pleased to see you are making some friends Danny." Rebecca said warmly as she continued to stroke him to a satisfying erection, "I know how hard life can be for you males sometimes so it's nice to know that you have someone to share life's trials and tribulations with. How about the other males at work? Do you speak to them much?" 

"The only other male I speak to regularly is Robson who works on the reception desk. But even then that's only on the days when we are both in the office - I don't get to see him on Thursdays. As for the others, there are only two other males working there - Richy and Kevin - and our paths don't cross very often. Oh, but there is a male who works at the coffee shop I usually have lunch at with Mistress Ginnie." 

"Oh yes?" Rebecca said. 

"His name is Fabio - he's from Colony Kappa." Danny explained. 

"Colony Kappa eh?" Rebecca said, "I once rode a boy from Colony Kappa. With a name like Fabio I suppose he's from the Mediterranean sector. Those Mediterranean boys have such a fiery spirit and they look absolutely gorgeous! And such beautiful penises! I don't know what they do down there but every single Kappa boy I've ever seen has a cock to simply die for!" 

"Yes, My Mistress." Danny replied out of politeness to his mistress. 

"Oh, but there's only one penis in the world for me right now, Danny - yours." Rebecca said as she sat up and positioned herself above Danny's naked supine body, "My days of riding as many boys as I could are behind me now. You're the boy I've always wanted, everything I've ever dreamed of. So pretty... So obedient... So submissive... So eager and willing to serve your mistress." 

"It is an honour to serve such a kind and considerate, oooff!! mistress!" Danny said as Rebecca mounted him and he bore her weight on his hips as his penis entered her. 

"Believe me Danny, it's a pleasure to be served by such a beautiful and obedient boy as you." Rebecca said as she began to rock her hips back and forth causing Danny's penis to rub around up against the walls of her vagina. 

With her right hand she reached down to tease her clitoris. Since males were usually tied down for sex, they were by and large unable to directly stimulate this most sensitive of female erogenous zones, but technology had been developed to enable them to stimulate their mistresses with more than just their penis alone. One such device was called the 'Clitoristim' - it consisted of two parts; a small vibrating pellet that would be placed so that it was just making contact with the clitoris itself, and a device that would be inserted into the male's mouth. The pellet part was simply held in place by a form of micro-suction that had taken years to develop so that it could be put in place and then removed again with ease and would not accidentally fall off once it was attached. The mouth insert that the male used consisted of a plastic ball which was attached to a sort of harness worn about the head to prevent him from swallowing or choking on it - the idea was that he used his tongue against the ball in his mouth which would then, via a wireless link, cause the pellet against his mistress's clitoris to vibrate. The other added bonus, as far as some women were concerned, was that it prevented their male from talking during sex. There were several other devices on the market that performed a similar function - some that were held in the male's hand and others that the woman operated herself, but the Clitoristim was by far the market leader. 

Rebecca however, preferred to stimulate herself the old fashioned way - the feeling of her own fingers working against her clitoris while the penis of a defencelessly restrained boy beneath her rubbed up and inside her vagina was enough for her and never failed to deliver her to a satisfying orgasm. 

"Mmmmmm... Ohhhhh... Mmmmm..." Rebecca murmured contentedly as she rode Danny. 

Beneath his mistress, Danny knew what was expected of him - he had to be as docile and obedient and mute as he possibly could and allow his mistress to use his body in whatever way she wanted. In the four months he had lived with his mistress Rebecca and her two daughters he had learned a great deal about how to service them and to deliver what they expected from him. Each one of them had their own subtle differences and preferences and he had learned to appreciate them. Eve for example, was always typically very gentle with him - she preferred a long and languid riding session with him and would often taste him beforehand so that he wouldn't cum too soon for her once she had him underneath her. Virginia was less gentle with him, although since the accident she did at least rein in her exuberance a little. She liked it to be more hard and fast - several quickies over the course of an evening was more her style. 

The only times when Danny had been out of his comfort zone was when Rebecca had allowed some of her friends and business clients to use him. Danny recalled the first time this had happened. She had sent for him to come to her office one afternoon where she was holding a meeting with one of her most loyal clients. Riding male employees in a workplace environment was illegal and having riding benches in workplaces had been banned many years ago. But that didn't stop Rebecca from allowing her client to ride him on the couch in her office; after all, he wasn't an employee, he was the property of the managing director so the ban didn't extend to him. For Danny, it wasn't the actual act of servicing the woman that had been the issue, neither was the fact that she was more than a little overweight and not very attractive to look at. It was the fact that he didn't know how to stimulate her in exactly the right way that would give her an orgasm that was the cause of his anxiety on that occasion. 

And it was on that point that he had failed - she rode on top of him for more than ten minutes, during which Danny felt his hips and his testicles being crushed under the woman's not inconsiderable bulk, and he simply couldn't get her to the precipice of orgasm. Eventually he simply had to ask for permission to cum and he was grateful when she consented to allowing him to erupt inside her. He had been afraid that he would be punished for his failure but to his relief the woman seemed satisfied enough with his performance as it was. 

"Mmmmm... Ahhhh!! Hahhh!! Mmmm... Danny! Ohhh good boy Danny, goooood boy!!" Rebecca said softly as she began to pick up her pace and began to bounce on top of him, an action that caused the bed springs to creak and squeak a little.  

Danny meanwhile focused his attention on making sure he delayed his eruption for as long as he physically could. It was something he had struggled with during the first couple of months in his new home, but by that time he knew the signs that Rebecca was approaching her zenith - the way she moved her hips, the expression on her face and, when she was naked as she was now, the way her nipples stiffened and hardened upon her breasts. And it was those little signals, those subtle tells, that she began to display at that moment. 

For a male in the service of a woman, the very worst thing he could do was to cum too soon - even more so if he dared to not ask for permission to cum. For women it had become the norm to regard the male orgasm as something that they alone had the right to either allow or to prohibit. Some women took great delight in this, to be free to wield this power over their male underlings and to use the denial of their orgasms as a tool of control. Other women were more lenient and some only required that their male simply ask for permission. It was this latter category into which Rebecca and her two daughters fell into - not once had they refused him permission to empty himself into them when he had asked. 

"Ahhhh!! Hahhh!! Hahhh!! Oh fu... Oh shi... Oh Dannyyyyy!! Oh gooooooooddddd boyyyy Danny!!" Rebecca cried in elaborate exultation as her orgasm erupted and consumed her. Danny felt his mistress's vagina grip and grasp his erection inside her, urging him to erupt and to deliver his sterile semen into her. But he knew he had to hold on for a few moments more at least. 

Gradually, his mistress's orgasm subsided and she came to rest, panting with her naked chest heaving as she gasped for air. 

"Mmmmmm... Thank you Danny, that was wonderful." She said as she raised herself up and disengaged herself from the young male that had become her most prized possession. 

"I'm pleased to have performed to My Mistress's satisfaction." Danny replied politely. 

"You may finish yourself off if you wish." Rebecca said as she laid herself alongside Danny and kissed him on his forehead, "You can cum whenever you are ready." 

"Thank you, My Mistress." Danny said and he took hold of his penis and began to masturbate himself to completion. 

It only took him a few moments of stroking before he felt his orgasm engulf him. He gasped and moaned and groaned as he erupted long strings of semen onto his belly. His exultations of orgasmic intensity were more for show than for anything else. One thing he had learned, after speaking with his friend Adam, was the importance of looking as though he was enjoying himself more than he actually was. It never hurt, Adam had explained to him, to play up to a woman's ego - nothing feels better to them to know that their male enjoys being used by them even if it's a total lie. 

And so it was with a sense of satisfaction that he noted the expression of pride and glee upon his mistress's face as he came. Never one to let a good thing go to waste, no sooner had Danny's semen come to rest upon his tummy, Rebecca set about licking him clean and she purred as she savoured his latest offering to her. 

"Thank you Danny, that was delicious." She said as she laid back against her pillows once more, "You may bring me the rest of my breakfast now and then I shall tell you what we shall be doing today." 

"Yes, My Mistress." Danny replied dutifully and took his leave and headed for the kitchen. 

Rebecca had told him to shower and get dressed and meet her in the living area. She had told him that they would be spending the day in town, that there was something important she wished to buy and that his input was important. And so twenty minutes later Danny stood, dressed smartly but casually in a short navy blue kilt and a cream coloured shirt that he wore without a tie, in the living room to await his mistress. 

She appeared a few minutes later and spent a few moments appraising Danny's choice of clothing, taking a moment to lift up his kilt to cast her eye over Danny's choice of underwear. She decided that his appearance met with her approval and the two of them rode the lift down to the lobby to where a taxi-pod awaited them. 

The first hour or so was spent, mainly for Danny's benefit, browsing around the various and expansive maleswear sections. Rebecca complained tongue-in-cheek that it was annoying that the womenswear sections were always so much smaller and often located in the basement or squeezed into a little corner. Rebecca then treated Danny to a nice lunch at a restaurant that overlooked the River Irwell and where the crumbling ruins of the once majestic Old Trafford stadium could be seen in the distance. 

But eventually Rebecca announced that it was time to go and purchase the special item she had mentioned. 

Danny looked up at the sign above the entrance as the taxi-pod pulled up outside. It was the distinctive oversized K logo of the Kindleton Riding Bench and Male Management Supplies Corporation. 

"K-Kindleton?" Danny said nervously, remembering the commercials he had seen on TV as Rebecca ushered him out of the vehicle. 

"Yes, Danny." She said, as she placed a hand on his arm, "It's been a few weeks now since your accident but it's now time for me to buy a new riding bench. And I need you to be here to make sure that I choose one that fits you comfortably. And besides - a new boy deserves a new riding bench." 

"Yes, My Mistress." Danny said resignedly and with a tear in his eye. He had hoped that the accident meant that he had seen the back of the damned things. 

"Oh Danny, I know how traumatic it was for you." Rebecca said soothingly as she noticed his weeping, "But you must accept that riding benches are a fact of life. The doctor said that it would be best for you to get back into the saddle as soon as possible. If I were a less lenient woman I would've gone out and bought another one the very next day but I wanted to spare you any further trauma straight away." 

"Yes, My Mistress." Danny replied softly. 

"And besides, this way I'll be able to choose one that is a damned sight safer than the old one and to make sure that there aren't any more accidents in future." Rebecca said as she approached the door and held it open, "So come along Danny - don't embarrass me." 

"Yes, My Mistress." Danny sighed and followed his mistress inside. 

They found themselves in a large showroom that displayed the best examples of the company's range of models. Some were of more traditional designs of carved and lacquered wood with richly upholstered cushioning; others were of more contemporary styles with sleek lines and modern materials. On the far wall, displayed on shelves in glass-fronted cases, was a wide range of smaller devices that Danny could not identify. If the nature of what this place sold was anything to go by, Danny surmised, they probably weren't something that any male would want to buy for himself. The sight of all these devices of male subjugation caused Danny to feel a lump in his throat but he knew he had to obey his mistress and not make a scene. 

"Good afternoon Sister!" A smartly dressed woman in a grey business suit said brightly as she approached Rebecca and Danny, "How can I help you today?" The badge on her lapel, which bore the distinctive Kindleton logo, showed her name as Lana. 

"I recently purchased Danny here from the breeding colony a few months ago and I thought it would be nice to buy a new riding bench." Rebecca said brightly as she addressed the saleswoman, "You know, new boy - new riding bench and all that." 

"Very good Sister, what kind of thing did you have in mind?" Lana said as she showed them across to where one of the company's flagship models was displayed upon a slowly rotating dais. 

"Well, obviously it would have to suit the decor of my riding room." Rebecca said as she showed the saleswoman a picture on her palmscreen of the wood paneled riding room back at her apartment, "And I want something that will be comfortable for him too." 

"Hmmm..." Lana mused as she regarded the picture on Rebecca's palmscreen, "So I'm guessing you'd prefer one of our more traditional models. What kind of budget are we talking about here?" 

"Well, young Danny here has become very dear to me." Rebecca said, "I even had him marked when I deflowered him so that I won't be able to sell him to anyone else." 

"Aww... how sweet!" Lana said addressing Danny directly, "You must be really lucky to have a mistress commit to you like that." 

"Yes Mistress, erm... Lana." Danny replied courteously, noting the name on the saleswoman's badge. 

"Anyway, I reckon that he's worth spending money on a decent riding bench so I was thinking about somewhere in the region of 20,000 Credits." Rebecca said. 

"Hmmm... A nice healthy budget. I'm sure we can find something suitable for that amount." Lana said and walked them across to a static display of various wooden riding benches. 

"How about this one." The saleswoman said as she pointed towards one particular model, "This is called the Regency XS, it's one of our more popular mid-price models. It comes in a choice of finishes and upholsteries and starts from just 12,000 credits." 

Rebecca regarded the riding bench and scrutinised it intently. 

"It's quite nice I suppose." She said after a few moments. 

"It comes with our newly patented 'Eezi-on' automatic quick fastening and releasing restraint system with optional arm, leg and waist restraints in addition to the standard wrist, ankle and neck restraints. The way we see it, the more immobile he is, the safer he is." Lana explained, keen to sell the virtues of that particular model to her potential customer. 

"Well, safety is very important." Rebecca said, "We had an unfortunate accident with my old riding bench. Poor Danny here almost choked on the neck collar when the legs gave way." 




The Boys of Colony Theta Ch.04



"Would that have been a traditional buckle and collar, by any chance?" Lana enquired. 

"Yes, it was a rather old bench - my mother handed it down to me. Before that it belonged to my grandmother - it was at least ninety years old." Rebecca replied. 

"Ah, well some of the smaller companies still use old fashioned buckles but we here at Kindleton recognise how important it is for males to be restrained with the utmost safety in mind." Lana explained, "Would you like me to demonstrate?" 

"Um... sure, that would be most helpful." Rebecca replied. 

"Very good, follow me. We have some of our more popular models set up towards the back here." Lana said and beckoned Rebecca and Danny to follow her. 

With a resigned sigh, Danny followed his mistress. 

"Here we are." Lana said as she stopped next to one of the more modern looking riding benches, "This is the Excelsior 200, very popular model this. I know it isn't the sort of design you are after but it does have exactly the same restraints system as the Regency range. Would you like to pop yourself down on here please, Pretty One, so that I can show your mistress how it works?" 

Danny reluctantly did as he was told. He dutifully reclined on the padded surface and stretched himself out to where the wrist and ankle restraints were located. 

"Thank you Danny." Lana said once the young male was in position and she picked up a small remote control device, "Now watch this Sister, with the new 'Eezi-on' restraints system I can have him secure in seconds." 

And with a few clicks the restraints appeared as if from nowhere and wrapped around Danny's wrists and ankles in only a couple of seconds. Moments later, the neck collar wrapped itself around his neck and just as the saleswoman had mentioned, he was totally immobilised in a matter of seconds. Instantly, as he felt himself suddenly strapped helplessly down, he felt his heart begin to race and a mild panic set in. The memories of his accident were still raw in his mind and he felt himself break out into a sweat. But he knew he had to not make a scene in the busy showroom that would embarrass his mistress so he tried to take deep breaths and calm himself as much as possible. 

"Very impressive!" Rebecca exclaimed as she looked more closely at the restraints. 

"Isn't it!" Lana beamed, obviously proud to show off this new technology, "It's electronically controlled and incorporates three different modes of restraint. You can have him secured by wrist, ankle and neck only or, at the touch of a button..." 

The saleswoman pressed a button on the small handset she held and instantly five additional restraints appeared as if from nowhere and wrapped around Danny's waist, upper arms and thighs. 

"...you can restrain him even more securely with the additional restraints. The third mode allows you to secure him on all fours if you wish to penetrate him anally. There is a pad that rises up for him to rest his chest upon. After all, his comfort is important right?" 

"It's um... most impressive." Rebecca said, "How is it for you Danny?" 

"It's erm... fine, My Mistress." Danny replied even though he was feeling far from fine at that moment. 

"Comfortable enough?" Rebecca asked. 

"I guess so." Danny replied again. 

"And just watch this for a safety feature!" Lana said as she bent down to lift up one end of the riding bench, "At the slightest change of inclination the restraints system's built in inclinometer releases the neck restraint in an instant." 

With a heave she tipped the riding bench up, inclining it by a few degrees. Instantly the restraints whipped themselves off, freeing Danny from his bonds in a split second. 

"Impressive eh?" Lana asked as she lowered the riding bench once more. 

"Very!" Rebecca confirmed enthusiastically. 

"It's a feature that was mainly developed for customers in earthquake zones - although from how you described the accident you had it has other safety benefits." Lana said brightly as Danny, now free, sat up. 

"Now, I quite like the Regency XS, but what other models do you have that might suit my riding room?" Rebecca asked. 

"Hmm... Obviously you are a very discerning woman!" Lana said, "How about this one over here - the Monarch 37. This particular model mixes the looks of the most traditional designs with the very latest construction technology. It consists of a wooden outer fascia, which is hand carved by our own highly skilled craftswomen, and is mounted onto a concealed carbon fibre under-frame. It is strong but at the same time very light. The cushioning is available in various colours in a range of fabrics from finest Egyptian cotton, to velvet and even suede and leather. Or for an additional cost as an optional extra it can be supplied with a hand embroidered design to your own specification. You could even have your crest on it." 

"Well that would be nice." Rebecca said with a smile, "I already have my crest on his bottom, it would be lovely if it matched him!" 

"This particular model starts from 20,000 credits, which includes the 'Eezi-on' restraints I showed you earlier. The embroidered cushion is an extra 750 credits but it also comes with a free 'Prostastim' system!" Lana said enthusiastically. 

Rebecca had seen the 'Prostastim' device advertised before. It was made by the same company that was responsible for the 'Clitoristim'. Just as with its sister product, the Prostastim came in two parts - one of which was inserted into the male's rectum and delivered a series of vibrations to stimulate his prostate gland. The other half of the device was the controller that the woman used to control the level of stimulation it delivered. Rebecca recalled the advertisement she had read in the CitiVoice - the online e-newspaper that served the Manchester Metropolitan area. 

Sisters, do you wish your male could last longer on the riding bench? Do you want him to enjoy himself as much as you enjoy riding him? Tired of the fun being over too soon? 

Then why not try the all-new Prostastim™ e-621 male stimulation and control system! 

We all know how it feels; you have your male on your riding bench and you are enjoying being with him when all of a sudden despite his best efforts, he cannot control himself any longer and he asks you to allow him to finish. You know you want him to last longer but you don't want to be too harsh and force him to delay the inevitable. It's a familiar problem for us all, right sisters? We've all been there! Sadly, Mother Nature pulled a cruel trick on males by only allowing them to come once and then it's 'Game Over' for them whereas you, as a confident and powerful woman, are still going strong and wanting him to give you more. Yet as an enlightened woman you don't want to be cruel to him. What a conundrum! 

Well, worry no more sisters! Erolux® is here to the rescue with the all-new Prostastim™ e-621! It lets YOU take control of when he comes - take THAT Mother Nature!! 

Simply insert Prostastim™ e-621's Vibe-stim capsule into your male's back passage and use the controller to determine how much or how little stimulation to give him. Prostastim™ e-621 has been carefully designed following years of research and testing to deliver both vibrating stimulation and electrical impulses to effectively and safely override his prostate gland's normal functionality and delaying his climax for as long as you wish!* While the electrical impulses work in harmony with his body to override his natural urge to climax, the Vibe-stim capsule delivers sensual vibrations to both his prostate and his perineum to give him extra sensation and extra enjoyment while you ride him. And the best part is that YOU get to decide how much or how little to give him! 

So come on sisters, put yourself in the driving seat instead of Mother Nature! Ask your local authorised Erolux® dealer today about the new Prostastim™ e-621 and experience a whole new dimension of pleasure for him and, more importantly, for YOU! 

*For safety reasons, Erolux® recommends a maximum of 1 hour of use following device insertion. Always follow safety guidelines and read instructions carefully before use. Erolux® (GB) Ltd. is not responsible for any injury caused if safety guidelines are not observed. Failure to adhere to safety instructions will result in warranty invalidation. 

"Well, I've never used anything like that before but it certainly sounds like fun to use." Rebecca said to the young saleswoman, "And if it's free then why the hell not! The Monarch sounds absolutely perfect - I'll take it!" 

"Excellent!" Lana replied, obviously pleased to have made a decent sale and to increase her commission for that day, "Shall we step into the office to discuss finance and finishes?" 

Lana beckoned Rebecca to follow her. 

"Okay Danny," Rebecca said as she turned to her young male, "You may as well head home now. There are one or two other things I want to get while I'm out but I don't need you to be here. You may as well get on with your chores and then get dinner ready for later." 

"Yes, My Mistress." Danny replied obediently. 

"There's a good boy." Rebecca said as she tapped on her palmscreen to open the taxi-pod app, "I'm just summoning a taxi-pod to take you home. I'll get it to stop by the FoodMart so that you can get us something nice for dinner on your way back." 

"Thank you, My Mistress." Danny said courteously and with a slight bow out of respect for his mistress he took his leave and headed outside to wait for the taxi-pod to arrive. 

The Gilded Cage 

Rebecca left the Kindleton showroom in a buoyant mood. She had ordered her new riding bench in a light coloured wood finish that matched the wood paneling in her riding room and had, with the assistance of the young saleswoman, designed an embroidered cushion that incorporated her crest - the very same mark that had been burned onto Danny's left buttock. 

And she had also made another purchase that bore her crest. 

She considered it an insurance policy of sorts. In fact, most women who bought these things saw them as such. An expensive investment such as a male was worth protecting from the unwanted attentions of other women. For males, the threat of rape was a very real danger. Only the previous week, there had been a report on the news about a group of women who had gang-raped a young male in an alleyway in Glasgow. Apparently, they had injected him with an erection-enhancing drug and then forced the poor boy to penetrate them repeatedly over a period of several hours. The incident where her friend Jordan Scottsmore had tasted Danny in her office without her consent had reminded Rebecca of how some less than scrupulous women would take a situation to their advantage. 

She carried the wooden box with feelings of regret for having to resort to using the item it contained. But those feelings were mixed with an ingrained sense of power over masculinity that all women relished in whether they admitted to it or not. Males in this world had to respect and serve their female mistresses, and maintaining a suitable level of obedience in the males in her charge was a full time job for a woman. Items, such as that which lay inside the wooden box that rested on Rebecca's lap as the taxi-pod whirred off along the street, helped make the job a little easier whilst at the same time protecting her investment. 

It had been expensive - almost as expensive as the riding bench in fact. But she felt that her Danny was worth it. He wouldn't enjoy her having to use it but it was ultimately for his own good - to protect him from the sexist advances of opportunistic and horny women and at the same time to further reinforce his submission and her dominance over him. She remembered her mother using one of these things upon her male, but she had handed it down to her younger sister rather than to pass it down to her daughter. But that one wasn't as nice as the one she had just purchased. 

Later that evening, while Danny was in his room watching TV, she showed off the item in the wooden box to her daughters. They both agreed that it looked beautiful and they had gasped when Rebecca revealed to them how much she had paid for it. The two girls were in accord that it was worth the money however and they couldn't wait for their mother to put it to its intended use. She told them however, that they would have to wait until morning. 

Danny had risen, as he always did, earlier than the womenfolk of the household in order to prepare their breakfast. With their morning repast sorted he then retreated to his room to shower and get dressed and ready for work. He spent some time applying several lotions and pigmented creams known as 'enhancement' to his face - a form of makeup for males that enhanced their facial features to be more aesthetically pleasing whilst maintaining a natural look. It was a male's responsibility to maintain a youthful appearance - a woman wouldn't want to be seen with a male who appeared to be ageing. He also spent several minutes styling his hair - he was always conscious that his mistress wouldn't let him out of the apartment if his appearance was anything less than flawless. He finished off his ablutions by applying a few dabs of fragrance behind his ears - a boy had to smell as good as he looked. 

He also always made sure that he dressed in a smart and coordinating manner; that morning he wore his smart black shoes with a pair of black skin-tight leggings, a black waistcoat and a Vermilion red silk shirt. He accessorised his outfit with his gold pocket watch, gold cuff links, his anklet, the pendant that Rebecca's friend had given him and the sapphire and emerald blue rose brooch that Virginia had bought him that he had pinned on his jacket. 

The brooch had quickly become one of his most treasured possessions - not only was it symbolic of his masculinity and his solidarity with his male brothers, it also represented Virginia's contrition for injuring him on the old riding bench. That he meant enough to her that she had bought him such an expensive piece of jewelry by way of an apology for almost killing him made him feel more appreciated than he had ever felt up until that point. He took a moment to appraise his look and then headed out into the main living area to meet up with Virginia, who would then accompany him to their respective offices. 

"Before you go Danny," Rebecca had said, holding a wooden box in her hands, "There's something I need to do before you go to work." 

"What is it, My Mistress?" Danny asked. 

"Now, I want you to remember that this is for your own protection Danny. I don't want a repeat of the incident with Jordan - she took advantage of you without my permission, but the thing inside this box will stop that from happening again." Rebecca explained. 

And she opened the wooden box and took out its contents. It was a shiny metal tube that was curved and slightly flared at one end. The other end of the tube was closed off with a rounded top that had a vertical slot cut into it. At the flared end of the device, attached via a tiny hinge, was a metal ring that was encrusted with tiny crystals that glittered in the light. Danny had no idea what it was but all three women in the apartment did know what it was, as Danny was about to find out.  

It was a device that was known to women as a chastiser - a device that was used to ensure the chastity of the males they owned and to prevent them from being raped or tasted without their mistress's permission. The device worked by inserting the male's penis into the metal tube and would then be held in place by fixing the ring around the base of his penis and his testicles and then locking it with a padlock that only his mistress could unlock. The slot at the closed end enabled the male wearer to urinate whilst his penis was still within the device. No woman, other than his mistress, would be able to savour his masculine charms or ride upon him without her consent. 

But it was as much a device of discipline as it was a device of protection. Not only did the design of the tube constrain his penis should he become erect, its inner surface was covered in hundreds of strategically located metal studs. These studs had one purpose - to inflict an intense, but carefully measured amount of pain whenever its wearer became erect within its metallic confines. The studs were not designed to pierce the skin or cause any injury - that would after all be counter-productive if his mistress wanted to ride him but couldn't because his penis was too sore - the studs were simply there to train him to only become erect when his mistress wanted him to - in time, he would subconsciously learn only to respond to his mistress's wishes and to her touch alone - a painful reminder would be given should he respond to another woman without her permission. 

To males, these devices were hated above all things - above even the indignity of being strapped down onto riding benches and having to perform sexual favours at his mistress's behest. Since chastisers were often made of shiny metallic alloys and were usually elaborately decorated, even jeweled in some cases with precious stones, they had become known among male circles as 'Gilded Cages', and those that were unfortunate to be forced to wear them were referred to as 'Budgies', in reference to the popular brightly coloured birds that were often kept in cages as pets. 

The particular chastiser that Rebecca had purchased was made of a titanium alloy that was both light and extremely strong. The fixing ring was of titanium alloy also, and was encrusted with decorative crystals. The enclosing shaft part of the device was decorated with elaborate scrolls and patterns that had been laser etched onto its bright surface. At the top of the device, Rebecca had had her crest engraved upon it to further denote that Danny, and his penis, was her property and hers alone. The whole device was held in place by a small but very sturdy titanium biometric padlock that incorporated a little scanner pad that would only be unlocked by either Rebecca's or her twin daughter's thumbprints. 

"Wh-what is that, My Mistress?" Danny asked, his concern playing across his face. 

"It's called a chastiser." Rebecca explained, "You wear it on your penis and it stops other women from taking advantage of you." 

She nodded towards Eve who then stepped behind Danny and grabbed his arms and held them behind his back. Virginia meanwhile, knelt on the floor and took hold of his ankles to prevent him from kicking. 

"But My Mistress, I don't want to wear it!!" Danny exclaimed as he noticed with alarm the padlock and the shiny metal studs inside. 

"I'm afraid you have no say in the matter." Rebecca said as she stepped forward and took his leggings and his underpants down. She took hold of his penis as he stood trembling with anxiety. "Don't worry Danny, I'm only going to make you wear it whenever you go out to work or whenever you go out into town. I wouldn't be so cruel as to make you wear it all the time like my mother did to her male." 

"Please, My Mistress... No!" Danny implored. 

"It's for your own good Danny." Rebecca said as she retracted Danny's foreskin and brought the device towards his naked and trembling genitals, "In time you'll come to understand. Now hold still while I put it on you or you'll find yourself up against the wall and getting a spanking!" 

Danny winced and took a sharp intake of breath as he felt the metal studs scrape across his exposed glans. 

"Ow ow ow!!" Danny cried, "It hurts, My Mistress!! Please, take it off!!" 




The Boys of Colony Theta Ch.04



"Shhhh... Come on Danny, be a good boy for me. It's almost on." Rebecca said as Danny struggled and squirmed in Eve's arms. 

CLICK!! 

"There!" Rebecca said as she snapped the padlock shut, fixing the device in place. 

"That wasn't so bad, was it?" Eve said into Danny's ears as he stood and sobbed. 

"I think you should be grateful Danny." Virginia said as she rose to her feet, "It cost mother a lot of money and she only has your protection in mind. What do you say to her, hm?" 

"Th-thank you, My Mistress." Danny sniffled. 

Rebecca took a step back to admire the sight of the shiny metal device that now encased Danny's penis. She allowed her daughters to admire it for a moment also before she pulled Danny's underpants and his leggings back up and adjusted his attire. 

"Now, you two had better get off otherwise you'll be late for work." Rebecca said as she took a handkerchief to wipe away Danny's tears. 

"Yes, My Mistress." Danny said sadly. 

"Come along! Look lively!" Virginia said brightly as she picked up her briefcase, "The hovertram will be outside in a minute." 

Once the device was in place, Danny realised as he walked across the street with Virginia towards the hovertram stop, it didn't feel too uncomfortable. He was still very much aware of its presence however - it was light but it still exerted a load upon his groin. It felt odd to have his penis encased within a titanium sleeve and the ring around his testicles that held the device in place would take some getting used to, but at least he couldn't feel the studs on the inside. And it was also clearly visible too - its hard metallic form caused the masculine bulge in his leggings to appear larger than normal, but clearly artificially so. The crowd of female commuters at the hovertram stop appeared to notice it almost as soon as they caught sight of him and they nudged each other and whispered in each other's ears as they approached and took their place in the queue at the stop. 

He feared another groping session would be in store for him that morning. Fortunately however, the hovertram was less busy than usual and there was a seat available. Despite womankind's dominance over the male population, a code of chivalry still prevailed and so it was considered polite to offer a male a seat if there was one available. So Danny took the seat gratefully, relieved that being sat down would make him less susceptible to groping and being touched up by his fellow passengers. 

Thankful that his morning commute had been free from unwanted attention, he walked alongside Virginia towards his office. 

"How does it feel?" She asked as she cast a glance towards his crotch. 

"It feels... odd, Mistress Ginnie." Danny replied. 

"Look, I know it seems cruel having to wear that thing." Virginia said as she took his hand in hers, "But it really is for your own protection. It's not too uncomfortable is it? Mother made sure to get one that was the right size for you." 

"I'm just curious as to why My Mistress wishes me to wear it." Danny said. 

"Well, it's to protect you from other women." Virginia explained, "Well, that is its main purpose anyway." 

"Protect me from women, Mistress Ginnie?" Danny asked. 

"To erm... prevent you from being raped." Virginia answered with a hint of shame in her voice, "Listen Danny, it's a harsh world out there for males, especially since there aren't as many of you as there are women. Some women, especially those who can't afford to have a male of their own, become desperate to feel a male inside them and will prey upon a male out on his own. The government brought in the Maison Service to make it cheaper for women to ride males and that brought the number of attacks down, but there is still a rape-culture among some women. And besides, in the eyes of society if a male gets raped it's seen to be his fault and not his attacker's - you know, if a boy gets raped it must be because he is a slut, that kind of thing. And it's as much about protecting you from being slut-shamed as it is about being protected from being raped." 

"Yes but, His fault, Mistress Ginnie?" Danny asked, "How can it be a male's fault if it is a woman that has attacked him?" 

"Well, if a male is dressed in a provocative manner he can be seen as bringing it upon himself." Virginia said as she paused outside the building where Danny worked, "A male dressing so suggestively can inflame the natural ardour of some women and cause their passion to inflame to such a point that they lose control of themselves." 

"But what kind of excuse is that? Surely, we have every right to dress as we please?" Danny replied, "I mean, we have few enough rights as it is. Why should us males have to dress in such a way as to camouflage ourselves from the lustful gaze of Neanderthal women? Surely it's their problem, not ours! Why shouldn't women be taught not to rape?" 

"Oh Danny," Virginia sighed, "You're asking deep sociological questions. The sad truth is that there is a rape culture out there and it often is seen as a male's fault if he gets raped. I don't like it any more than you do and believe me, most of us right-minded sisters feel ashamed to be women whenever we hear news of a male being raped. The best we can do is to protect you as best we can, and fitting you with a chastiser is the best way of preventing a woman from taking advantage of you. Anyway, we'll have to talk about this later - you'd better get to your desk otherwise you might get in trouble." 

"Yes, Mistress Ginnie. Will I see you for lunch as usual?" Danny asked. 

"Yes, although I may be a little late today - I have a team meeting this morning and it might drag on a bit. I'll try not to be too late though, if I can't make it at all I shall send you a message." 

"Okay Mistress Ginnie, I'll see you later." Danny said. 

"See you later Danny." Virginia said as she kissed him on the cheek, "And try not to worry about wearing the chastiser - you'll soon get used to it." 

"Yes, Mistress Ginnie." Danny said politely and entered the lobby of the offices. 

He found Robson sat behind the reception desk and the older male smiled broadly as Danny approached him 

"Good morning, Brother!" He greeted Danny warmly. His smile then suddenly disappeared as he caught sight of Danny's crotch with its larger than normal bulge. 

"Oh no, don't tell me your mistress has made you wear a chastiser, Danny." Robson said, "You poor thing, I was hoping your mistress would be more enlightened than mine." 

"More enlightened than yours, Robson?" Danny asked. 

Robson looked around to see if anyone was watching and then stood up. He hitched his kilt up and momentarily lowered the front of his underwear to reveal to Danny that he too was wearing a chastiser on his penis. Danny gasped as he saw the device on the older male's penis. It was a slightly different design than the one Danny had been forced to wear and was less ornate although it still looked expensive. 

"Welcome to the Budgie Club, Brother!" Robson said as he readjusted his attire and sat back down. 

"Budgie Club?" Danny asked. 

"Yeah, you know, as in the caged birds?" Robson explained, "Once they make you wear one of these things it's like being in a gilded cage. We call it being caged like a bird - safe inside but unable to fly." 

"Do many males have to wear them?" Danny asked. 

"Well, not all of us." Robson said, "But those of us whose mistresses can afford them usually get them. I'd say about a quarter of us have to wear them." 

"Do you... do you enjoy wearing it?" Danny asked. 

"Do I enjoy wearing it??" Robson replied harshly, "I hate the fucking thing! All males do, and so will you eventually! I mean, yes on the one hand it's nice to know my mistress cares so much about my safety to protect me from other women, but on the other hand they could've at least chosen a means of protecting us that wasn't so needlessly sadistic." 

"What do you mean?" Danny asked. 

"Have you been hard inside it yet?" Robson asked. 

"Erm... no." Danny replied and felt heat in his cheeks as he blushed, "My Mistress only put it on me this morning." 

"Well, you'll be in for a nasty surprise." Robson said scornfully, "Because it fucking hurts!!" 

"Hurts?" Danny said aghast. 

"What do you think the studs on the inside are for?" Robson said, "They are there to discipline you by inflicting pain every time you get hard." 

"Why??" Danny asked in disbelief. 

"So that you'll be punished every time you get an erection for someone other than your mistress. All without her ever having to lift a finger." Robson explained, "And I guess you haven't tried to pee with the thing on either yet have you?" 

"Erm... no." Danny replied. 

"Well, be prepared for one or two accidents - it takes a bit of practice trying to piss through a little slot without it spraying back at you and causing you to wet your pants!" Robson said. 

Just then a woman entered the lobby and Robson had to break off their conversation. Danny had to get to his desk anyway and so he waved a brief goodbye to the older male and then headed for the lift. His exchange with Robson confused him greatly - why did the women of this world treat males so harshly and with such sadism under the pretence of wanting to protect them? It was yet another reminder that he was still new to the outside world and that he, and all his fellow males for that matter, had been lied to by the administrators of the breeding colony. He wondered if the same was true of all the breeding colonies - he made a mental note to ask Fabio later that day. He was, after all, the only other male Danny had encountered that wasn't from Colony Theta - maybe things had been different for him. 

Virginia had sent him a message to say that she was indeed running late but would meet him in the coffee shop anyway and to order for her in her absence. Danny took the opportunity to ask Fabio about what he had been told during his childhood in Colony Kappa. 

"Well, it was a hell of a shock," the Mediterranean male said in his thick accent, "I mean, to find out that we males are sort of second-class citizens and everything." 

"Really?" Danny replied. 

"For sure!" Fabio replied, "Nothing had been told to us about our place in society, only that we had to treat women and girls with respect. We were all led to believe that we could go out into the world and live independent lives. Nobody ever said anything to us about having to have a mistress and of being her property and... all the other things." 

"By 'all the other things' I guess you mean all the erm... sex... and being ridden on and stuff." Danny said. 

"Yeah, that came as quite a shock as well." Fabio replied, "For instance, my mistress rode me three times last night - she didn't even bother to release me from her riding bench in between sessions! Four damned hours I spent tied down on the bloody thing!" 

"What about erm... Gilded Cages? Does your mistress make you wear a chastiser?" Danny asked. 

"No - why, does yours?" Fabio answered. 

"She does now." Danny replied with a sigh and took a step back so that Fabio could see the bulge at his crotch. 

"Oh my! You have my sincere sympathy Brother." Fabio gasped as he saw the metallic bulge in Danny's pants, "I guess that makes you a Budgie my friend." 

Just then Virginia appeared at his side. 

"What are you two talking about?" She asked brightly as she greeted Danny with a peck on the cheek. 

"Nothing." Danny replied coyly, "Just male stuff." 

"What, like shopping and complaining about curfews and not being allowed to vote or drink alcohol and stuff?" Virginia replied. She didn't think it was fair to draw attention to the fact that Danny had been caged and so she didn't mention it. She was unaware however, that Danny had already mentioned it to the Mediterranean boy. 

"Erm... yeah." Danny replied, "Anyway, Mistress Ginnie, I ordered you a latte and ham and cheese croissant. Is that alright?" 

"That'll do me fine!" Virginia replied, "I'm starving - those damned team meetings seem to make me feel really hungry for some reason. Well, more hungry than usual anyway." 

"Why's that, Mistress Ginnie?" Danny asked as he carried their tray of food and drink towards a table in the corner. 

"Well, they're bloody boring for one thing." Virginia said as she sat down, placing her briefcase on the floor beside her. "How are you erm... getting on... inside your chastiser?" She asked in a whisper. 

"Erm... not too bad so far, Mistress Ginnie." He whispered back, "Robson, the male who works at reception, his mistress makes him wear one too. He said one or two things that I found alarming." 

"Such as?" Virginia asked as she sipped her coffee and tore off a piece of croissant. 

"Well, such as it being really painful if I erm... if I get... hard inside it." Danny replied, whispering the last few words of his sentence. 

"Ah... I was sort of hoping you wouldn't ask me about that." Virginia said as she set her latte down on the table. 

"Why does it have to hurt?" Danny asked. 

"Have you... erm... been hard in it yet?" 

"Not yet, but Robson tells me it's supposed to be really painful if I do." Danny replied, "I haven't dared do anything or look at anything that might cause me to get hard all morning." 

"You see, that's the idea." Virginia replied, "To stop you from wanting to get an erection by being aroused by someone or something other than your mistress. Have you erm... tried to wee with it on yet?" 

"Again, Mistress Ginnie, not yet. Although, once this coffee has gone through me I'm going to need to. Robson says it takes a bit of practice not to end up peeing all over myself." 

"Maybe you ought to see if he can help you. I'm sure you'll get used to it pretty quickly." 

"Maybe." Danny said dismissively. 

"Well, you're going to have to get used to it." Virginia said, adding a little gravitas to her voice, "From now on, you will wear it whenever mother, or Eve or myself, decide you have to. It's for your own protection Danny, you have to believe that." 

"I do, Mistress Ginnie, I do." Danny replied, remembering a word Robson had used earlier, "I don't understand why it has to be so... sadistic." 

"It's just the way of the world okay." Virginia said as she drained the last of her drink and polished off the remnants of her croissant, and then added sternly, "Just remember, you're a male, and it isn't your place in society to question things like this. Your place in society is to obey women and serve them. The sooner you understand that, the better." 

She noticed a tear welling in the corner of his eye. 

"Heyyy, don't cry." She said, taking his hand in hers and trying to soothe him, "I didn't mean it like that. I know it sounded harsh but the only reason I said that was to protect you. So that you don't get any ideas above your station. Anyway, you won't have to wear that thing all day - as soon as we get home I will take it off you okay?" 

"Yes, Mistress Ginnie." Danny replied. 

"I'd better be getting back." Virginia said as she rose to her feet, "I have some reports to go through from our head of department and I had best make a start if I want to be finished this side of next week!" 

She kissed Danny on the top of his head. 

"Just hang in there okay." She said lovingly, "Everything will be fine, trust me. You're a beautiful and handsome boy Danny - and your loving obedience and your willing submissiveness makes you a credit to your gender. Always remember that." 

"Yes, Mistress Ginnie." Danny replied, "Thanks." 

"I'll pick you up later." Virginia said as she headed out of the coffee shop and out to the street outside. 

It was half past three in the afternoon before the pressure got too much for him. His bladder felt like it was on fire - he desperately needed to pee. He excused himself and told Laura, his immediate supervisor, where he was going and then headed for the lifts. With Virginia's advice in mind, he decided to see if he could get Robson to help him and see if he could show him how to relieve himself whilst maintaining at least some of his dignity. 

"Erm... sure." Robson had said in response to Danny's request, "It's not the sort of thing I get asked every day, but one must always help a brother in need. Follow me." 

He led them behind a partition behind the reception desk that concealed a door. It led into a small room with a flight of steps that led down into some kind of basement. 

"There's a toilet down here." He explained as they descended, "The maintenance woman uses it most of the time but it's handy for the reception desk so that I don't have to go all the way up to the male toilets on the top floor." 

He opened a door to reveal a small room with just a toilet bowl and a small hand basin in it. 

"Right... so, erm..." Danny said nervously. 

"Well, it would help if you took your leggings and your pants down first!" Robson chortled. 

"Yes, of course." Danny blushed. He cautiously took down his black leggings until they were bunched around his ankles. He then pulled his underpants down, a pair of lacy black briefs, until they too were at his feet. 

"Nice cage you have there, my Budgie Brother!" Robson said as he caught sight of Danny's chastiser, "looks expensive!" 

Danny gave him a dismissive look in return. 

"Ahem! Anyway, back to the job in hand." Robson continued, "The trick is to try and take your time and not to let yourself pee too hard. The second you try to relax, the damned thing will be overwhelmed and instead of going out of the slot, your urine will back up and come out back up at you and all over the place." 

"Right." Danny said, and positioned himself before the toilet bowl. 

"Oh, one more thing." Robson said, "Try to push the head of your dick as far into your cage as possible, with a bit of luck your pee-hole will line up with the slot which should make things a bit easier." 

Danny adjusted himself as Robson had suggested, gasping as he felt the metallic studs momentarily scrape across his skin, and then he tried to relax himself and allow just the slightest of dribbles to escape from his bladder. 

"There you go!" Robson said as he saw the weak flow of Danny's urine emanating from inside the shiny metal casing that enclosed the boy's penis. 

However, Danny's natural urge to relax caused him to let his guard down for just a split second. Instantly, he felt his urine flood the tube of the chastiser and he felt a warm wetness as his urine washed over his testicles and splashed onto his clothes at his feet. 

"Whoa there! Not so fast Brother!" Robson said as Danny clenched his muscles tightly to interrupt his flow, "Take it steady, remember!" 

"Yeah, sorry Robson, I just got a little carried away there." Danny replied sheepishly. 

"Now you see why we males hate the fucking things so much!" Robson said, "Just wait 'till you get an erection in the bloody thing!" 

Danny tried to release his urine once again, this time as gingerly as he could. It took him several minutes until he finally felt relief in his bladder. Urinating in the thing had taken much more mental effort than he was expecting but at least he had managed not to get any more of his urine on himself. He certainly didn't relish the thought of having to go through the whole ridiculous performance again. But with a sigh of resignation he realised that he would have to get used to it. 

"There you go Brother, you managed okay in the end!" Robson said brightly as he slapped Danny on his back, "It went better than my first try - I ended up pissing all over myself on that occasion! Earned myself one hell of a spanking! My mistress had me up against the wall and spanked my backside till it was a red as a pair of ripe tomatoes!" 




The Boys of Colony Theta Ch.05



Author's Note: 

This is the fifth chapter of The Boys of Colony Theta, where we leave Danny's story for the time being and take up Harry's story as he finds himself thrown into a life of sexual servitude as a 'Consort' - basically a government sponsored prostitute. 

All characters are over 18. Any resemblances to any person(s) or company(ies) depicted herein are entirely coincidental and unintended. (I pick names etc. totally at random!) 

I hope you enjoy Chapter Five - please feel free to post comments and feedback (as long as it's nice :P ) 

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The Boys of Colony Theta 

Chapter 5 - Harry's Story, Part One 

The Van 

"Harold Theta 648621?" The middle-aged woman asked Harry as he left the airlock naked with his equally naked friend Danny at his side. 

"Erm... Yes ma'am." Harry replied politely and stepped forward. 

"Pleased to meet you." The woman replied, "My name is Miranda and I am to escort you to Bloomsbury House. Welcome to the National Maison Service." 

Her greeting was officious and somewhat cold. Miranda Longthorne had been with the National Maison Service since she had left school. Initially, she was employed as a 'Handler', basically a low-ranking official who managed a small group of Consorts under her charge, usually around 8 or so individuals. It was her job to ensure that her group of Consorts were well looked after and were of good health - after all, an unhealthy Consort was a fairly useless commodity. She also had to ensure that all her boys were where they were supposed to be at any given time and of course, that they abided by the rules that governed them. During her time as a Handler she had garnered a reputation as something of a slave-driver, ensuring that her group of Consorts attended regular gym sessions, were spotlessly clean and performed regular, almost military inspections in order to maintain respect and obedience within her group - meting out disciplinary spankings whenever and wherever required. She liked her boys to be just a little afraid of her - but she was more than happy to reward good behaviour when it was required. Over the years, and following a career break when she had been called up to attend the breeding colony for insemination, a coupling which had resulted in twins - a girl who she raised as her daughter and a boy who remained within the breeding colony - Miranda had gained several promotions and was now the chief 'Escorter' of Bloomsbury House. 

She held out a set of clothes to Harry who took them from her gratefully, keen to conceal his nudity. 

It was a plain black shirt and a plain, albeit rather short, pleated black kilt. The only other thing she gave him was a pair of simple black sandals - there was no underwear for him to put on. Harry took with him a small box that contained what small trinkets and personal possessions the colony administrators had allowed him to take with him. 

"Is he your friend?" She said, nodding across to where Danny was being greeted and dressed by another woman. 

"Yes - we grew up in there together." Harry said as he buttoned up his shirt. 

"What's his name?" She asked simply. 

"Danny." Harry replied. 

"Well, you'd best wave him goodbye because I doubt you'll be seeing him again. Well, not for a few years at least." Miranda said. 

Once both boys were dressed they shared a brief hug and they wished each other well as they went off on their own personal journeys. Danny's new sponsor took him away, leading him towards a small vehicle that had drawn up on the forecourt outside the discharge exit of the breeding colony. His last glimpse of his friend was of the boy, now dressed in plain grey clothes, waving at him as the little vehicle pulled away. Miranda then took Harry by the arm and led him out into the open for the very first time. 

"Oh my word!!" Harry gasped as he caught sight of the full majesty of the open sky for the first time in his life. Like all the boys that had grown up in the sterile confines of the breeding colony, he had never seen it with his own eyes before. He had seen pictures in books and had also seen it in various videos he had watched during the many school lessons he had attended inside the colony, but nothing quite prepared him for the sheer scale of it. 

"Yes, yes it's the bloody sky." Miranda said dismissively as she marched Harry across to where a small driverless van was waiting nearby. She had seen it all before of course - many, many times before. In fact, it was the fourth time she had witnessed that reaction already that day. 

To begin with, the boys reactions as they witnessed the sky above them for the first time was rather cute and endearing - the expression of both fear and wonder that flashed across their adorable faces as their minds processed the sheer mind-boggling scale of it all had always made her smile back when she had first started in her current role. But now it was a damned nuisance, she had a schedule to keep to - she had to get this latest group of four new Consorts back to her base in London. 

Miranda unceremoniously bundled Harry into the back of the van without saying another word to the boy. It was already mid-afternoon and she had promised her boss, the Chief Warden of Bloomsbury House that she would be back with this latest consignment of Consorts before 6pm. As soon as she got Harry inside the van and pressed the button that closed its rear door, she stepped around and got into the front of the vehicle, selected 'Bloomsbury House' on the navigation screen, and pressed 'Go'. Immediately, the van whirred off and headed down the driveway that led to the breeding colony and then joined the main road south towards London. 

In the back of the van, Harry found himself with three other boys, all dressed in the same uniform of black shirts and short kilts. He had seen them around the quarantine zone for the past few days but he didn't know their names. They had obviously been raised in different dormitory blocks than the one he had grown up in. 

"I... I want t... to go h... home!" one boy stammered as he sat on the bench seat being comforted by one of the other boys. 

"Shhh... come on Mikey, you'll be okay." The boy who was comforting him said. 

"So what's your name then?" The boy sat next to Harry asked. 

"Harry." He replied. 

"Ambrose." The other boy replied, introducing himself. His dark skin and tightly curled black hair indicated that he had been born of the Afro-Caribbean sector of the colony. He had a kindly smile although Harry could tell that the expression on his face hid the same nervousness and apprehension that the other boys were feeling as the little van travelled along the open road. 

Breeding Colony Theta was, like almost all breeding colonies, sub-divided into various ethnic and racial sectors. They were not physically divided in any way - there was no form of apartheid or any racial segregation - it was rather that it was standard practice that women of a certain ethnicity would always be paired up with a breeding male from a similar racial background to their own. Breeding Colony Theta bred individuals from a number of different racial sectors that had historically been present in Great Britain and Ireland in the era before the Andrasta Plague; White Caucasian (or simply 'English')' Afro Caribbean (black), Sub-continental Asian (Indian, Pakistani and Bangladeshi) and Celtic (Scottish, Welsh and Irish). 

Some races, especially those from the poorer parts of the world, had unfortunately become extinct following the aftermath of the plague - the limited funding available to their governments could do little to preserve as many males as possible before it was too late for them to be saved. Other ethnic groups, such as various African, Amazonian and Indonesian tribal peoples remained on the endangered list, their numbers only just sustainable enough to stave off the immediate threat of extinction. 

One of the causes of the wars that followed the plague had been a proposal to concentrate the global repopulation effort on the white Caucasian race only - a proposal that caused much division, and the resulting war between the factions that ensued took the lives of hundreds of thousands of women. Eventually, and rightfully so of course, the faction that supported repopulating the world with only white people had been soundly defeated and a global policy of racial preservation was put in force to ensure that as many of the world's ethnic groups survived as possible. 

Small tinted windows in the side of the van afforded the boys a limited view of the outside world as it sped past before their eyes. Harry gazed out at the trees, buildings and other vehicles that flashed by as the van made its way south. It fascinated him like nothing before. 

"You must be from a different dorm block to the rest of us." Ambrose said towards Harry. 

"Erm... yes - 92A." Harry replied. 

"We're all from block 87C." Ambrose said, "That there is Dara - he's a Celtic." 

Harry nodded politely to the boy opposite who was comforting his friend. 

"And the other boy there is Mikey - he's an English kid like yourself." Ambrose continued, "I guess he's the saddest case out of the lot of us. The only reason he's been consigned to the Maison Service is because he has a stammer and apparently no woman would want to sponsor a boy with a speech impediment." 

"B... but obviously they don't m... mind paying to f... fuck a boy with a stammer as long as they don't have to t... take him home with them." Mikey said miserably. 

"What do you suppose is going to happen to us?" Harry asked the group. 

"Your guess is as good as mine." Dara replied, "All that's been told to me is that we are being taken to something called a Maison in London and that we are all to become Consorts and learn how to service women sexually." 

"I don't w... wanna go!!" Mikey sniffled, leading to another round of comforting from Dara. 

"None of us wants to go." Ambrose observed sadly, "But what can we do about it?" 

"We c... could run away." Mikey stammered. 

"Somehow I don't think that would do any good." Harry said, "I wouldn't mind betting that they would have some way of keeping tabs on us, and who knows what they would do when they catch up with us if any of us manages to escape!" 

"We're just gonna have to tough it out I suppose." Ambrose said, "At least the discharge officer said we can do as much further education as we want. I'd quite like to become an engineer once my service is up. How about you boys?" 

"I always fancied becoming a nurse." Dara said. 

"S... scientist." Mikey added. 

"What about you Harry?" Ambrose asked. 

"Me? I'd just like to travel." Harry said wistfully, "See the world y'know. Just take my discharge grant and travel wherever I want to go." 

"Well, whatever happens we have ten years of being forced to serve women to get through first." Ambrose said miserably. 

A sombre air of resignation permeated the small space in the back of the van and on its four young occupants as it continued to convey them southwards, ever closer towards the life of servitude that awaited them. 

Welcome to Bloomsbury House 

Bloomsbury was, at one point in the distant past, a thriving and affluent area of central London located just to the north of the heart of the city. That was a very long time ago however, and decades of plague, conflict and social disintegration had decimated the once proud capital city. Once the global political situation began to stabilise under the auspices of the United Global Council and its regional assemblies that carried out the day to day governance of each individual territory, a program of rebuilding began in earnest. London, once the capital city of what was the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland to use its full title, was now the Regional Administrative Capital of the Western European and Scandinavian Territories, or simply WEST for short. 

Like most other cities and conurbations, London's once thriving suburbs now lay in ruins of decaying buildings and encroaching vegetation and only the very heart of the city survived relatively intact, albeit with many of its historic buildings and monuments that once attracted tourists in their millions now being little more than preserved ruins. The old Houses of Parliament, the immense gothic pile that once dominated the banks of the River Thames, was now little more than crumbling ruins clad in ivy. It had long ago been superseded by the startlingly modern new headquarters of the Regional Assembly located a mile or so downstream. 

The area of Bloomsbury, once one of the most well frequented of the inner city areas, now lay at the edge of the city. It had once been a locale of respectable hotels, well-tended garden squares, museums, shops and offices. Now, although the historic street pattern and its squares remained intact, the built environment of the area had changed utterly. Nowadays it was one of the largest residential areas in London and the old buildings had been replaced with gleaming modern residential towers. 

It was this new urban landscape that the four boys in the back of the van now gazed at as the driverless vehicle made its final approaches to its ultimate destination. After a little while it took a sharp turn and headed downwards into a parking area underneath a large four-storey building of concrete and glass. Above the entrance a distinctive and colourful logo bearing the stylised letters MSGB - the Maison Service of Great Britain, could clearly be seen as the van turned in. Below the logo, in bright gold leafed letters that glinted in the sun, were the words 'Welcome to Bloomsbury House'. 

"Here we are boys." Miranda said as she opened the rear door once the van had parked itself, "Welcome to your new home. Follow me!" 

The four boys nervously disembarked and found themselves in a dimly lit underground parking area. Miranda led them towards a pair of sliding lift doors that slid open once she placed her hand against a shiny black panel on the wall. She beckoned the four boys inside and the doors slid shut behind them. The lift took them up to the first floor and as the doors eventually slid open once more, they all stepped out into a large room with several doors on each of the other three walls. At one end of the room opposite where the four boys exited the lift stood a tall woman in her mid 50's who bore a stern air of authority about her. 

"Stand here." Miranda instructed the boys to stand in line and then retreated to stand beside the older woman. 

"The latest consignment from Colony Theta, ma'am." Miranda said to the older woman. 

"Very good Miranda." the older woman said, "You may now go." 

"Thank you ma'am." Miranda said politely and took her leave. 

Moments later she was replaced by two younger women, one of whom looked to be only in her early twenties. They took their places either side of the older woman and stood there, taking in the sight of the latest batch of young males that had come into their midst. 

"First, some introductions." The older woman said smartly and authoritatively, "On my left here is Emily and on my right is Annabel. They are to be your handlers during your time here with us. It is their job to look after you and to care for you while you are here. They have total authority over you and you MUST do everything they tell you to do. My name is Margaret O'Neill, the Chief Warden of this Maison - you are Consorts, and your lot in life is to serve women and to sate their sexual needs with your bodies and to give our clients the gift of your masculine secretions. Carry out your duties with enthusiasm and commitment and your time here shall be easier. If you should fail to be respectful and obedient, then your life will become a living hell, mark my words!" 

She took a few paces forwards to take a closer look at the four boys who stood trembling nervously before her. 

"Hmmm... you all look like a nice attractive little group. Strip naked - NOW!" O'Neill ordered sharply. 

Harry, Dara and Ambrose immediately began undressing, but Mikey was reluctant to do so. Something that inevitably, O'Neill could not fail to notice. 

"I said get naked NOW boy!!" She barked as she stood before the trembling boy and tore his shirt open, buttons pinging off and dropping on to the floor. 

The boy, now in floods of tears, finally and reluctantly did as he was told and he lined up naked alongside the other boys. 

"Hmmm... not bad I suppose." O'Neill said as she walked around the naked boys, appraising their nude statures, "Now then, in a little while you shall be taken upstairs to be processed and shown around our facility here. 

"You shall all soon begin an intensive 12 week training process during which you shall be trained, via the use of sophisticated and anatomically correct artificial female robotic devices, how to serve and sexually satisfy a woman without regard for your own satisfaction. After your training period, you shall be subjected to a final test - pass that test and your virginity shall be auctioned off to the highest bidder and you will then be formally deflowered. Following that you will be formally welcomed into our community here as fully-fledged Consorts. Fail that test and you will have to repeat the test until you do pass it. 

"From now on, your own sexual needs and satisfaction are immaterial. Nothing less than total devotion to satisfying the sexual needs of your clients is allowed. Following your deflowering some of you may be selected for further training, to become specialist Consorts, such as submissive Consorts or as dominating Consorts. You shall be placed on a roster and you must serve a minimum of four-day shifts, four evening shifts or four night shifts per week - the rest of your time is yours to do as you wish. You may decide to use our leisure facilities here or you may decide to use the education room and further your education. Or you may simply decide to go out into the city and explore. I would like to make it clear that you are not prisoners here - when you are not working you are free to go wherever you wish and do whatever you want, providing that you obtain a pass from the admin office. The only condition is that you return here no later than 6pm sharp." 

The four boys simply stood there as naked as the day they were born as O'Neill paced around them. 

"Serve your time here well and you shall be rewarded with an allowance that you may use however you wish." O'Neill continued, "Any woman who uses you is free to write a review of you and to post it on independent review sites for any other woman to read. Receive good enough reviews and your allowance shall be increased. Receive bad reviews and it will be cut and you shall receive nothing more until your performance improves. Bloomsbury House is widely regarded as one of the finest Maisons in the country and I intend to keep it that way. Understood?" 

An uneasy silence ensued. 

"Un-der-stood??" O'Neill reiterated. 

"Yes ma'am" the four nude boys mumbled in near unison. 

"Good." O'Neill said, "Now then, a couple more things to make you aware of. In this world, males are strictly second-class citizens. All women, from the very oldest gentlewoman to the very youngest little girl, are your superiors and are above you in the social hierarchy, and you shall be required to obey all women at all times. You may not vote in any elections, you may not consume any form of alcoholic drinks. You may not show any form of dissent towards a woman nor object to any sexual harassment you may encounter. Males are expected to be demure and obedient at all times. All women must be addressed as Mistress - I am to be addressed as Mistress O'Neill, your handlers here are Mistress Emily and Mistress Annabel. For the duration of your service here you are the property of the Maison Service of Great Britain - and you shall be expected to deport yourselves with dignity and good behaviour as befitting of your status as Consorts and you must at all times consider yourselves as ambassadors of this respectable institution. Is that clear?" 




The Boys of Colony Theta Ch.05



"Yes, Mistress O'Neill." The four naked boys answered in solemn mumbles of compliance. 

"I didn't hear you." O'Neill said authoritatively, "I said, is that clear??" 

"Yes, Mistress O'Neill!" The boys answered loudly and clearly. 

"Good." O'Neill said, "Welcome to Bloomsbury House." 

She turned smartly and marched towards Emily and Annabel. 

"They're all yours, Sisters." She said as she strode past them and out of the room. 

"Thank you ma'am." The two younger women replied. 

The two handlers stepped forward once O'Neill had left the room. 

"Don't worry about old O'Neill, believe me her bark is worse than her bite." Emily said as she approached the four boys. 

"Yeah, she's not all bad really. As long as you abide by the rules, that is." Annabel agreed, "She just likes new boys to know who's in charge from the off. Now then boys, you may get dressed and then we will process you." 

The four boys gladly clothed themselves once more. 

"Don't worry about your shirt Michael, we'll get you another one." Emily said as she noticed Mikey, the smallest of the four boys, trying to put on what remained of his shirt. 

"Th... thank you M... Mistress Emily." Mikey replied uneasily. 

The two women then ushered the four boys into an adjoining room where several items of equipment rested on a table along with four bright red plastic ring-like objects. 

"Now then, first we need to carry out the formal processes and apply your collars." Emily announced, "Who's first?" 

Ambrose took a step forward. 

"I'll go first, Mistress Emily." The black boy said as confidently as he could. 

"Good boy - nice and enthusiastic, that's what I like to see." Emily said, "Name?" 

"Ambrose Theta 181224." Ambrose replied. 

"Now then Ambrose, firstly I shall be implanting a microchip into your neck. Don't worry poppet, it won't be too painful. The microchip contains all your important data such as your name, your address, who owns you etc." Emily said as she picked up a small gun-like device and clicked on a disposable attachment that held a fearsome looking needle. 

"Bend your head forward and look down at the floor for me." Emily instructed. 

Ambrose did as he was told. Immediately he felt Emily pinching the skin at the nape of his neck followed by a sharp scratch that was accompanied shortly afterwards by a loud click. 

"OWWW!!" Ambrose yelped as a momentary pain took hold of him. 

"There we go! Good boy Ambrose, that wasn't so bad was it?" Emily said as she put the device down and picked up another device. 

"No, Mistress Emily." Ambrose replied, rubbing the sore spot on the back of his neck. He could just feel the tiny device just under his skin. 

Emily moved his hand away and brought the second device, a microchip scanner, to the black boy's neck to check that the microchip was working correctly. 

"Good, that seems to be working just fine." She said as she replaced the device onto the table. 

Emily then spent the next few minutes taking various measurements of Ambrose's body and taking photos of his face and any other identifying marks on his body. Annabel, standing next to her colleague, recorded everything on a palmscreen on her left hand. 

"Now then, time to apply your collar." Annabel said as she picked up one of the red rings and another gun-like device. 

"C... collar?" Ambrose asked nervously. 

"All Consorts must wear a red collar." Annabel explained, "It basically shows all women that you are a Consort and that to take advantage of you without paying is a criminal offence. This collar will be heat-sealed so that it cannot be removed once it is on. And it will stay on until your 10 years service is up." 

Annabel fitted the collar around Ambrose's neck. It was made of a sturdy yet slightly flexible red plastic, about an inch in diameter. Annabel brought the two open ends together and placed them in the heat-sealing gun and pulled the trigger. Ambrose felt a warmth at the back of his neck as the device melted and permanently sealed the two ends together. 

"There, all done!" She announced after half a minute or so and placed the device back onto the table, "Who's up next?" 

Harry stepped forward. 

"Name?" Emily asked. 

"Harold Theta 648621." Harry replied with a sigh of resignation. 

The two handlers repeated the process on Harry as an increasingly nervous Mikey and Dara looked on. 

Twenty minutes later all four boys had been microchipped and all bore the distinctive red collars around their necks. 

"Okay, time to give you boys the grand tour." Annabel announced brightly, "Follow us!" 

The two handlers led the four boys out and back towards the lift. They found themselves back at street level on the ground floor. 

"This is our main reception area." Emily announced as they entered a large room furnished with several comfortable looking leather couches. Around twenty or so women sat around the reception area, some were reading, others simply chatting. "This is where our clients sit and wait and book appointments and things like that." 

The women in the room turned to look at the four young males, especially at Mikey as he tried to hold the torn remnants of his shirt together. The tour then continued into another area. 

"This is the 'parade room'," Annabel said as they found themselves in a room with a row of leather couches set opposite a low brightly lit stage. Behind the couches opposite the stage were huge floor to ceiling plate glass windows where passers by - most of whom were women, although there was the occasional male - could be seen walking past along the street outside. 

"This room serves two functions." Emily explained, "Firstly, it is where our clients select the Consort that they wish to serve them. A group of around six or so Consorts is paraded naked on the stage here. The client, or clients if we have a group booking, can then take a good look at you and then select whichever Consort they wish to use. It also, as you can see from the large expanse of glass here, acts as our 'shop window', to hopefully entice clients in to use our services." 

The grand tour then continued into another room, this time the only windows were high up near the ceiling. It was a long room, about 20 or so metres. A row of chairs spaced about 2 metres apart ran the entire length of the room. All four boys gasped as they saw what was going on in this room. 

"This is the tasting suite." Annabel said as they entered. 

Eight of the ten seats in the room were occupied with a woman. Stood before each woman was a male, a Consort, who was naked from the waist down. With a shocked double take, the four boys could see that each Consort was fully erect. Not only that, but each woman appeared to be greedily sucking and slurping on the Consort's sizeable erections - their hands grasping hold of the Consort's naked buttocks and forcing their penises into their mouths and down their throats. 

"Tasting is basically when a woman uses a male in order to literally taste his semen." Emily explained, "To many women, the freshly ejaculated semen of a male is a delicacy and something to be truly savoured. While you are here you will be fed a special diet that will help enhance the flavour of your ejaculate. All of our younger Consorts take shifts down here, especially those like yourselves who have not yet been deflowered. That way you can be earning money for the Maison as soon as possible." 

The orgasmic cries of one of the young Consorts rang out and echoed around the room. The woman who had his penis in her mouth suddenly appeared to be swallowing his spend and savouring its musky, sweet and salty flavours as she moaned contentedly. As soon as she had finished licking him clean, he took a step back, bowed before her, saying something that the little tour group couldn't make out from where they were standing, and then took his leave. He walked past the small tour group, his still semi hard penis waggling around wetly before him and he disappeared behind a partition. 

"Onwards and upwards!" Annabel announced and beckoned the rest of the group to follow her. 

She led them towards a stairwell at the back of the building and headed upstairs back to the first floor. They found themselves in a long corridor lined with many doors. Some of the doors had a green light above them, others had a red light. About halfway along the corridor, a couple of young Consorts exited one of the rooms with a trolley, it appeared as though they had been cleaning it out. 

"These are the service rooms where our clients come to be serviced by the Consort they have chosen to use." Annabel said as she led them into one of the unoccupied rooms. The boys found themselves in a spacious room, illuminated softly and with a narrow window just below the ceiling. It contained a large double bed and a strange looking table-like object that had several straps at its corners and a larger strap about one third of the way along its length. The top of the table was cushioned with a soft red velvet pad. 

"This is a standard service room." Emily said once all four boys were inside, "You will all become very familiar with these rooms in the fullness of time once you are qualified. These rooms are where clients come to er... come. That is, where you will take a client once she has selected you and where you will service her. Each client will have you for a maximum of one hour, during which she will do whatever she wishes with you and you must do whatever she wants to do, no matter how distasteful it may be for you." 

"Now, as Emily said, this is a standard service room." Annabel took over, "All of the service rooms are soundproofed to allow for the privacy of the client. However, for your safety and protection there are several panic buttons located around the room, on the bed and on the riding bench that you can use if you feel that your client has overstepped the mark." 

"Excuse me, M... Mistress Emily," Mikey said meekly, "What is a riding bench?" 

"This is a riding bench." Emily replied pointing towards the table-like object, "Riding benches are a common feature in most women's homes and in places such as hotel suites and in Maisons such as here at Bloomsbury House. A riding bench is a soft padded table upon which males are strapped down on in order for women to have sex with them. We call it 'riding' a male, hence riding bench. 

The four boys gasped in horror as they processed the notion of being strapped down and forced to have sex, totally helpless and having to submit themselves to whatever a client wished to do to them. 

"Now, on the other side of the building are the multiple service rooms and the special service rooms. Multiple service rooms are larger and where a client can be serviced by more than one Consort, or where a group of clients can be serviced together. The special service rooms are reserved for clients who wish to pay extra for our 'special' services. It is the duty of the younger Consorts to clean each room after each and every use. As Mistress O'Neill said to you earlier, Bloomsbury House is amongst the finest Maisons in the country and we maintain very high standards of service and cleanliness here." 

The tour continued through a set of doors marked 'Private - staff only' and along into another part of the building. This time the doors were more randomly spaced out. 

"This area is the Consort recovery area." Emily said as she led them in, "This is where Consorts come after they have served a client. There are showers here where you can freshen up and a lounge area where Consorts can rest before their next session. It is also where we have our medical facilities and sick bay. We have a fully trained pair of resident nurses and a doctor on call at all times. Twice a week we hold a regular clinic here for any Consorts who have any medical ailment and it is also where Consorts are given their twice-yearly physical examination." 

The tour continued on the next floor. 

They found themselves in a similar corridor to the one on the floor below, lined with equally spaced doors. 

"These are the Consort's dormitories." Annabel said, "Each room houses eight Consorts and each group of eight Consorts is under the wing of one of the handlers. There are also communal showers that are shared between groups of four dormitories - you will be expected to keep up the highest standards of personal hygiene and you will be inspected regularly to make sure you keep yourselves as clean as possible. We will show you to your individual bunks later on, but for now, we'll head off towards the refectory." 

The boys followed their two handlers along the corridor. Dara took the opportunity to whisper into Harry's ear. 

"Do they seriously expect us to just allow women to tie us down and force us to have sex??" The Celtic lad asked. 

"It looks like it." Harry sighed dejectedly. 

"And what about these 'special' services she mentioned?" Dara enquired, "What do you suppose they might be?" 

"I haven't the foggiest." Harry answered, "But I'm pretty sure they won't be much fun for us." 

"Come along you two! Stop chatting and follow us!" Emily said sharply as she noticed the two boys lagging behind. 

"Yes Mistress Emily." Dara said and he and Harry sped up to catch up with the rest of the group. 

The tour then reached what appeared to be a large dining hall. 

"This is the refectory." Annabel announced once all six of them were in the room. It was around half full of boys, all wearing the same uniform of black shirts, short black kilts and simple black sandals on their feet. Every single one of them had an identical red collar around their necks. They were sat at long tables that ran the length of the room eating whatever it was that the kitchens had prepared for them. 

"This is where all the Consort's meals are served." Emily said as she led the boys between the ranks of tables, "As mentioned earlier, all the food here is carefully selected so as to provide a diet which enhances the flavour and quality of your semen. But you will find the food to be of the highest standard - much better than anything you would've had in the breeding colony. You boys are worth looking after and we take pride in caring for our Consorts here at Bloomsbury House." 

The tour finally reached the top floor. This floor was much more open plan than the others and appeared to have a higher ceiling. 

"This is the recreation floor." Emily said as she showed the boys around, "We have a gymnasium here and a sports hall where you can exercise. A minimum of three hours of physical activity a week is mandatory for all Consorts, and records will be kept to make sure you fulfill your required exercises. We have a weights room, fitness studio, a small health spa with sauna and a rooftop swimming pool. In addition to that we have a games room, a cinema where we show movies every night, and an education room where you can do as much or as little further education as you want." 

Harry wondered why, out of all of the various areas and rooms they had seen on this floor, this last room was the quietest of all. 

"Now then, that completes our tour. It's now time to show you to your bunks." Annabel announced. 

They returned to the dormitory floor where several Consorts were milling around - some naked, others not - probably having just come off shift and returning to their rooms for a rest, Harry supposed. 

"Now then, Dara Theta 747352 and Michael Theta 113764 you're in here with me." Annabel said as she passed a room marked 'Dormitory 12 - Annabel Ferguson' 

"And you two, Ambrose and Harold, are in here with me." Emily said as she showed them into the dormitory a couple of doors down. It too bore a sign on the door; 'Dormitory 14 - Emily Waltham'. 

The dormitory actually consisted of two rooms - both of equal size. One room was obviously where Emily, their handler slept. It was spacious with generously sized windows that afforded a pleasant view of the gardens below on the other side of the street. It had a small lounge area with a flat screen on the wall, a small kitchenette for making hot drinks and light meals, a desk and chair, a small en-suite bathroom and of course, a comfy looking bed. The Consort's room next door was very different. It was plainly decorated with simply painted walls in a creamy off-white colour. There were a couple of pictures of pleasant woodland scenes on the wall but very little else in the way of decoration. There was a window in this room and it too looked over the gardens below, however it was considerably smaller and higher up than the window in Emily's room next door. 

Four utilitarian sets of bunk beds occupied the walls of the room, next to each of which was a small private locker for each of its occupants. Tucked into the corner of the room was a door into a smaller room with two washbasins and two small toilet cubicles. The Consort's room, unlike the room next door, was uncarpeted - plain vinyl flooring bedecked the room instead of the luxuriously soft floor covering in the adjacent space. 

To many people, a room such as this might feel cold and forbidding, but for Harry and Ambrose it had a comforting feeling of familiarity about it. They had after all, grown up in a similarly communal environment. The communal showers and the refectory also provided a reassuring similarity to the spaces they had grown up in. The two boys found their bunks marked with little labels that bore their names upon them. Ambrose was allocated the lower bunk, with Harry in the upper one. 

"I'll just leave you boys to settle in." Emily said to her latest charges, "The other boys are either working or using the recreation facilities at the moment but they should be back soon. They know you are coming and they were keen to welcome you here." 

And she retreated into her private room leaving Harry and Ambrose alone in the dormitory. 

"Just like the dorms back home." Ambrose commented as he appraised the room. 

"Quite a bit smaller though." Harry observed. 

"I guess we have little choice but to make the best of a bad situation." Ambrose said as he laid down on his bunk, testing it for comfort. 

"You're right I suppose." Harry sighed as he hopped up onto his own bunk. 

"Were you discharged along with any of your friends?" Ambrose asked. 

"Yeah, I was. How about you?" 

"Nah. I had a couple of friends who were due to be discharged with me except one got sick and was told he had to spend some time in the infirmary before they could let him out and another who was told he had to become a copulator." 

"That happened to my friend Jim." Harry remarked sadly, "My only other friend, Danny, was told he would be sent off to live with a sponsor." 

"Huh! You seriously believe that??" an unfamiliar male voice suddenly announced. Harry and Ambrose immediately sat up. 

A tall young male with jet black hair stood naked in the doorway - the hair on his head was the only hair he had on his entire body. His only adornment being the now familiar red collar around his neck. 

"You must be the new boys!" He added brightly, "My name's Kevin - been here about a year." 

Kevin strode across to his locker where he extracted a black shirt and kilt, one of several inside the locker, and proceeded to put them on. 

"Erm... hi. Er... my name is Harry and this is Ambrose." Harry said introducing himself and his new acquaintance. 

"Just out of the colony eh?" Kevin said as he buttoned up his shirt, "The outside world's a total mindfuck ain't it?!" 

"Yeah, what little of it we've seen." Ambrose said. 

"What did you mean, do I seriously believe that?" Harry asked. 

"What, about your friend?" Kevin replied. 

"Yeah, what did you mean by that?" Harry replied. 

"Well, on the inside of the colony he might have been told that the woman who came to collect him was his sponsor, but I can safely tell you she is no such thing." 




The Boys of Colony Theta Ch.05



"Well, what is she then if she's not his sponsor?" Harry asked. 

"She'll most likely be his owner." Kevin said as she pulled on his black kilt. 

"Owner??" Ambrose exclaimed. 

"Yup, that's what I said." Kevin replied, "She would have bought him from the colony. He'll be her property now. Huh! he'll be little more than a toy, a possession - a living, breathing sex toy! You see, here in the outside world things are very, and I mean VERY different to what you've been led to believe. I hate to break it to you Brothers, but you have been lied to since the day you were born. All of us have." 

"Lied to??" Harry said in disbelief, "Why??" 

"How else could they make boys to want to leave the colony and take up life out here in a female-dominated society other than to lie to them? I mean, if they told boys in the colony that they would be released into a world where they are second-class citizens and where they have to obey women at all times and where they have few, if any civil rights, none of them would ever want to leave!" Kevin explained. 

Harry and Ambrose sat in dumbfounded silence. 

"Look Brothers, I know this comes as a shock but believe me, you're better off knowing all this from the start." Kevin continued, "What that old bat Mistress O'Neill says to you when you first come in may sound like she's ranting about female supremacy but it turns out to be the bloody truth! We are second-class citizens, we are barred from voting and drinking alcohol and being out on our own after curfew. Huh! at least privately owned males like your friend get to stay out until 7, our curfew starts at 6!" 

"Well, I'm gonna work my way out of this place!" Ambrose announced determinedly, "I'm gonna get myself some decent qualifications while I'm here and then I'm going to find myself a decent job and have a career and find myself a little place to live on my own!" 

"Huh!! Did you notice how quiet the education room is?" Kevin scoffed as he sat on his bunk. 

"Yeah, why?" Ambrose replied. 

"Yeah, well there's a reason for that. Something that eventually occurs to all the Brothers that use it." Kevin explained, "There's no point in getting any qualifications. You see, males are only permitted to have jobs if their mistress allows them to. And you have to have a mistress, or some other type of owner, in order to live out here. In our case, the Maisons Service is our owner." 

"But what about afterwards? When our ten years is up?" Harry asked. 

"I'm not sure." Kevin answered truthfully, "From what I understand, most become government property - sent to live in halfway houses or auctioned off to the highest bidder. Some of us might be bought by a woman to raise her daughters for them, and other stuff as well, if you catch my drift. Either that, or be exported to other parts of the world where there are women who are less fussy about how many miles on the clock a male has." 

"Fucking hell." Ambrose exclaimed dejectedly. 

"Hey, don't shoot the messenger!" Kevin said brightly, attempting to inject some comic relief into the room, "It isn't all that bad. I mean, they look after us well here. Yes, we have to work hard and sometimes there are days when you are so knackered after a day of almost non-stop sex that you can barely stand up, but we Consorts have the advantage of being very highly regarded out there in the outside world. In fact we are almost worshipped by some women, especially if you have plenty of good reviews to your name." 

Another two boys entered the room, although unlike Kevin they were both fully dressed. Kevin introduced them to Harry and Ambrose and the two newcomers introduced themselves as Sanjay and Jack. They joined in the conversation about the harsh realities of life outside the confines of the breeding colony and about their day-to-day lives as Consorts. Eventually, once the remaining three occupants of the dormitory arrived, who introduced themselves as Peter, Alexander and Angus, they all went off to the refectory for something to eat and to continue their conversation there. 

It was getting on for eleven o'clock in the evening before a shrill announcement came across a public address system. 

"All night shift Consorts report to your work stations - all other Consorts to return to your dormitories. Lights out in 30 minutes." 

"Well, best be getting off to work." Alexander said. 

"Me too." Angus added, "Nice meeting you Brothers, see you in the morning!" 

As Harry and Ambrose settled in to their bunks, after having taken their turn to brush their teeth in the single washbasin, they drifted off into a fitful sleep. Their first day in the outside world had been a revelation to them, and a not very pleasant one at that. Tomorrow, their new lives as Consorts would begin. 

Tasting, Tasting, 1, 2, 3. 

"Up, up, up everybody!!" Emily called out as she entered the boys dormitory, waking up its six occupants. The other two, Alexander and Angus, had yet to return from working the night shift. 

"Come on! Up, up, up! I want to see six naked boys running to the showers, NOW!!" She barked. 

Harry yawned as he was roused from his slumber - the clock on the wall read 6:30am. 

"Sleep well you two?" She asked her two newest Consorts. 

"Yes thank you Mistress Emily." Ambrose yawned. 

"Good, nice to see you have already settled in." Emily said kindly, "But you have a busy day ahead of you so up, up, up!" 

Half an hour later - and after a hot shower, a change of clothes and a filling breakfast - Harry and Ambrose reported back to their dormitory as Emily had earlier instructed them. They were joined by Mikey who informed them that his handler Annabel had instructed him to join them. 

"Where's Dara?" Ambrose asked the small meek boy as they made their way along the corridor. 

"Some w... woman came and t... took him earlier on." Mikey said, "She said something about t... taking him to be circumcised. Whatever that means." 

"Circumcised?" Harry asked, likewise having never heard the term before. 

"Yeah, I don't know w... what it means but it sure as hell doesn't sound like it's something very p... pleasant!" Mikey said. 

"It isn't!" Emily interjected, obviously having overheard their conversation, "Poor boy, I'm glad none of my boys has ever been put through that." 

"What is it Mistress Emily? This being circumcised thing?" Harry asked, unsure if he really wanted to know the answer. 

"It's an operation." Emily explained, "Only a little one though. It's where they cut off a boy's foreskin. You know, that piece of skin that covers the head of your penis." 

"What?? Why on earth would they do that to him?" Ambrose gasped. 

"One in ten of all the boys here are circumcised - some women just prefer to have sex with a boy who has been cut." Emily replied matter-of-factly, "Poor kid, I certainly don't envy him. He'll probably be in quite a bit of pain afterwards - they usually use anaesthetic when they do it to Consorts, unlike with some other males, so he won't feel any pain during his circumcision, but once the anaesthetic wears off he'll be pretty sore. And of course poor Annabel will have to spend the next few nights looking after him in her room until he has healed enough. And even then it'll be a couple of weeks until he'll be able to be put to work and be able to start his training." 

"Bloody hell! P... poor Dara!" Mikey gasped. 

"Yeah, well there's nothing you boys can do for him now." Emily said, "Right now I have to get you boys ready for your first ever shift in the tasting suite. But first there's the small matter of getting rid of all your nasty, horrible body hair. I don't know if you've noticed but all our Consorts are perfectly smooth - everywhere!" 

She led them into a room in the Consorts recovery area, on the door was a sign that read 'Epilation Room'. There was an adjustable chair that also had stirrups for its occupant to rest their feet in and keep them in an elevated position. 

"Come on Harold, you can go first." Emily said, "Take your clothes off and pop your lovely bottom on the chair and put your feet in the stirrups." 

Harry certainly did not want to go first, but he realised he had no say in the matter. With a lump in his throat he took off his shirt and his kilt and slipped off the sandals that he had been issued. Once naked, he mounted the chair and dutifully placed his feet in the stirrups while Ambrose and Mikey looked on. As soon as he was in position, Emily reclined the chair until Harry was in a near supine position with his legs wide apart and his anus exposed for the entire world to see. She then took a sleek looking device from a table beside the chair. 

"Now, there is nothing to be afraid of, Harold." Emily said as she put on a pair of protective glasses, "This is a laser hair removal device - it will vaporise the hair on your body and will prevent it from growing back for up to 2 months. Now, I won't lie to you but you may find that it stings a little bit - not much, but it may feel a little uncomfortable. But don't worry, it won't take long and once I have finished I shall apply a soothing balm to your skin, which will make you feel much better. Okay?" 

"Er... yes Mistress Emily." Harry replied politely. 

"Okay then, now all I want you to do is just be a good boy and I'll be finished in no time." 

She switched the device on and set about removing all of the downy hair on Harry's chest, arms and legs. He couldn't help but wince as she applied the laser device to his groin and between his legs and over his anus, but he found that it wasn't as uncomfortable has he had feared. After a while she had him stand up and turn around so that she could pass the device across his back and shoulders. 

"There, all done! Now time to apply some nice, cooling balm." Emily said. 

She dipped her hand into a bowl of silky white emollient and then began smoothing it all over Harry's naked and now hairless skin. Harry gasped as the cold fluid hit his skin - it felt wonderfully soothing and for a moment he felt himself actually enjoying the attention he was receiving. Of course, once Emily's hand turned to applying the balm to his genitals, he couldn't help but find himself becoming erect and he felt himself blushing furiously with embarrassment. 

"My, what a lovely erection you have!" Emily said as she observed Harry's tumescence, "I'm sure once word gets out among our clients you're going to be very popular!" 

But her attention to his penis was only momentary and pretty soon she had finished. She had Harry put his clothes back on and then repeated the process with Ambrose and finally Mikey. Once all three boys had been removed of all their body hair she ushered them downstairs toward the tasting suite. 

"Now then, as I said the hair removal treatment I have just given you will be effective for the next two months, but you will have to be responsible for shaving your facial hair yourselves every day." Emily said as she led them down the corridor, "You must make sure you shave every day - stubble is very, and I mean VERY unpopular with a lot of our clients." 

Eventually, they came across a door marked 'Tasting Suite - Consorts Preparation Room'. 

"You won't have seen this on our tour yesterday, but this is the room where Consorts come to prepare for their shifts in the tasting suite." Emily explained as she showed the three boys in, "The tasting suite doesn't actually open for another half an hour, so this is an ideal opportunity to talk you through the procedure." 

There were a number of boys already in the room, all of whom were naked from the waist down, having hung up their kilts on a set of hangers in the corner of the room along with their sandals. There were a few comfortable looking chairs and some bookscreens set upon a low table. In the corner of the room were what appeared to be a number of shower cubicles - except that the showerheads themselves appeared to be set at around waist height rather than at the more conventional height of around seven feet or so off the floor. 

"Take off your sandals and your kilts and follow me." Emily said. 

Once the three boys had done as they were told and were as naked from the waist down as the other boys in the room were, Emily led Harry, Ambrose and Mikey out from the preparation room and into the main room of the tasting suite itself. They found themselves in the room they had seen the previous day, where the women were sat in chairs in front of the bottomless boys and sucking and slurping upon their penises. The room was empty now, just a vacated row of chairs separated by small privacy screens on one side, and a low bench opposite that ran the length of the room. 

"Now then, once the tasting suite has opened for business you will come in here and wait for a client to select you - there is a bench for you to sit on while you wait." Emily said calmly explaining everything, "Once a woman sits in the chair in front of you, you must get up and stand before her and say, and this is very important, "Thank you for selecting me Mistress, I stand ready for you to taste my offering to you." Now, repeat that for me please boys, so I can make sure you've remembered." 

"Thank you for selecting me Mistress, I stand ready for you to taste my offering to you." The three boys said in close unison, although Mikey's stammer made him sound a little out of sync with the others. 

"Very good, but try to sound a little more enthusiastic next time." Emily said, "Remember, a Consort has to at least appear as though he enjoys serving women." 

"Yes Mistress Emily." The boys said. 

"Good, now then, once you have a woman before you, you must let her take the initiative. Keep your hands on the top of your head at all times and allow her to fondle you, stroke you and touch you wherever she wants to - and make sure that you become nice and erect for her. Once she is satisfied that you are hard enough for her, she will take your penis into her mouth and use her mouth and tongue to stimulate your penis until you ejaculate into her mouth. Now, we have only one rule here as far as the client is concerned - under no circumstances are they allowed to use their teeth. We take a very, very dim view of biting - should a client bite you, even if its only a playful little nip, you must remove yourself from her immediately and call for the supervisor. She will then be ejected from the suite immediately. Make sure you do not cum straight away, a woman likes to take some time to savour the feeling of your erection in her mouth before you cum. Just try and last for a few minutes at least. Once you do cum, it is important to try and sound as if it is the most enjoyable thing in the world. It probably will feel like the most wonderful thing in the world to begin with but trust me, once you have been tasted for the umpteenth time the novelty of it will wear off. But a woman wants you to at least sound as though she has given you a pleasurable experience, even if in reality it feels like nothing special at all." 

Harry was beginning to feel seriously nervous by this time, and he was sure it was the same for the other two boys also. 

"Now then, once you have cum, your client will probably want to lick your penis clean. Once you have ejaculated, you may find that your penis may become very sensitive and it may even feel almost painful. But, and this is vitally important, you must not remove yourself from your client until she releases your penis from her mouth. Once she has released you, you must take a step back, bow before her and say, "Thank you Mistress - it has been my pleasure to serve you today." Once you have said that, you may then go back into the preparation room where you must then clean yourself thoroughly using the washing facility. There is a screen by the door as you come into the prep room - just touch the screen where your name is displayed and it will automatically remind you to return to the tasting suite after one hour. You can then rest and just sit and read or chat amongst yourselves until you will be ready for your next tasting session. Now, is all that clear?" 

"Yes, Mistress Emily." The three boys said. 

"Excellent!" Emily beamed in reply, "Now, your shift will last from 8am, when the suite opens, until 4pm when the evening shift takes over. We don't operate any night shifts in the tasting suite, but once you pass your test and you have been deflowered, you will be expected to work at least two night shifts a week as full service consorts in addition to your other duties here in the tasting suite." 

Emily checked her watch. 

"Okay, not long until opening time." she said just as the rest of the boys from the preparation room came in and sat themselves upon the bench, "You three wait there on the bench and get ready for your very first clients. Remember, always serve your client with a smile!" 

"Yes Mistress Emily." The three boys said in unison as the rest of the contingent of Consorts joined them. 

"Good boys." Emily said, ruffling their hair one by one in a matronly manner, "I'll come back for you once your shift is over." 

She took her leave of the three boys and left the room leaving Harry, Ambrose and Mikey feeling more nervous than they had ever been before. 

"First time eh?" The boy sat to Harry's left remarked. 

"Er... yeah." Harry replied. 

"Yeah, I was pretty nervous my first time too." The boy replied, "But once you've got the first time out of the way it gets easier, believe me. Name's Jonas by the way." 

"Hi, my name's Harry, and this is Ambrose and Mikey." Harry replied, introducing himself and the other two boys. 

Just then a loud buzzer sounded. 

"Oh well, here we go boys - opening time!" Jonas said, "There's usually a rush at this time - some women often like to taste a male's cum on their way in to work. It'll be much quieter between about 9 and midday and then there'll be another rush around lunchtime. The final rush will be at about 4 but we'll have been relieved by the evening shift by then." 

"What time do we g... get to have lunch?" Mikey asked just as a group of women came in and sat before some of the other Consorts. 

"Anytime around midday - basically just go up to the refectory just after your last tasting about that time. Just make sure you're back in time." Jonas said. 

A woman sat herself before him, placing her briefcase on the floor beside her. 

"Oh well, duty calls!" Jonas said, and got to his feet to stand before her. Within moments his penis was in her mouth. 

"I... I'm sc... scared!" Mikey said, visibly trembling. 

"You're not the only one." Harry added. 

An overweight woman in an unkempt grey business suit sat herself down in the chair in front of Harry - his first ever tasting was about to happen. The chair creaked under her weight as she waited for him expectantly. Harry gulped down his nerves and rose to his feet. 

"Erm... Thank you for selecting me Mistress, I... erm... stand ready for you to taste my offering to you." Harry said, remembering the words Emily had mentioned earlier. He remembered just in time to place his hands on the top of his head. 

"Hello Pretty One, my you are a cutie aren't you! What's your name?" The fat woman said as she placed one of her hands upon Harry's naked buttocks and took his penis in her other hand. 

"H... Harry, Mistress." Harry replied meekly as he felt the woman's wandering hands upon his naked skin. 

"I've not seen you here before, are you new?" 

"Yes Mistress, this is my first time in here." Harry answered as he felt the first stirrings of his erection as his first client explored his most intimate areas. 

"Wow, so I suppose that means I'm your very first client!" 

"I... I guess so, Mistress." 




The Boys of Colony Theta Ch.06



Author's Note: 

This is the sixth chapter of The Boys of Colony Theta, where we continue Harry's story as he finds himself thrown into a life of sexual servitude as a 'Consort' - basically a government sponsored prostitute. 

All characters are over 18. Any resemblances to any person(s) or company(ies) depicted herein are entirely coincidental and unintended. (I pick names etc. totally at random!) 

I hope you enjoy Chapter Six - please feel free to post comments and feedback (as long as it's nice :P ) 

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The Boys of Colony Theta - Chapter 6 - Harry's Story, Part Two 

Into the Inferno 

Harry had settled into life at Bloomsbury House well, and had made many friends amongst his fellow Consorts during his first few weeks. Today, he and Ambrose accompanied two of their roommates, Kevin and Sanjay, on an excursion into the city streets of London. As junior Consorts who were still in training, he and Ambrose could only venture outside in the company of those Consorts who had already been deflowered, and even then they always had to obtain a pass beforehand. Since Mikey's recent escape a few weeks earlier, security had been tightened up considerably and all four Consorts who waited at the desk to be issued with their day passes were subjected to a barrage of questions about where they were going and what they were intending to do once they got there. 

Their reply was to inform the woman at the desk that they were going to the West End, to spend some of their allowance on toiletries and male beauty products, and then to walk to Hyde Park and simply enjoy being out in the open air and maybe have an Al-fresco lunch in the sunshine, since it was such a nice day outside. As un-deflowered virgin Consorts, Harry and Ambrose were not entitled to an allowance yet, so they had no Credits to spend save for a few that had been issued to them by the desk officer so that at least they could buy themselves something to eat whilst they were in town. The desk officer had warned them however, that whatever they bought for lunch had to be on the list of acceptable foods that were served in the refectory. The microchips in their necks monitored their food intake and if it detected that they had consumed anything that they weren't allowed to, it would set off an alert and they would be likely apprehended by the Enforcers and marched straight back to Bloomsbury House where they would face the wrath of Chief Warden O'Neill. 

The small group stepped out into the sunshine and onto the busy street - it was a beautiful day to be outside. The quartet, all dressed smartly in the Consort's uniform of black shirts, short black pleated kilts and black shoes with black socks, set off along the street towards the heart of the city. 

"One of the advantages of being a Consort, if you can call it an advantage, is that by and large women don't harass us or grope us on the streets." Kevin, one of Harry's roommates said as they walked along the street. 

"Common males, those that are basically either privately owned or in some other form of service, are fair game on the other hand." Sanjay continued. 

"How so?" Harry asked. 

"Not only is it an offence to accost us or do anything sexual to us without paying for our services, we Consorts are held in much higher regard than common males." Kevin explained. 

"If you're a common male you can expect to have your bum pinched, your balls fondled and have to endure endless cat-calling and sexual innuendo and simply have to pretend to accept it all as good-natured and well-intentioned compliments." Sanjay said. 

"But as a Consort you are above the average common male in society's pecking order, and so making lewd remarks at us and groping us is very much frowned upon." Kevin added. 

The streets of Bloomsbury were very crowded that morning, with scores of women rushing about and generally going about their business. There were a few other males on the streets too, but in much smaller numbers and almost always accompanied by a woman. This was of course nothing unusual; women still outnumbered males greatly and probably would still for centuries to come. 

"Of course, with such respect comes responsibility." Kevin continued, "As a Consort one is expected to set an example to the common males. We are expected to be demure, obedient and subservient. If a woman, whether she be the most senior of gentlewomen or the youngest of little girls asks us to do something, we must comply unquestioningly. Just as long as it isn't anything sexual!" 

"Tantum optemperant potest vel respiciunt meruit." Sanjay quoted. 

"What does that mean?" Ambrose asked. 

"It's Latin." Kevin explained, "It means, "Only with obedience can respect be earned." It's a mantra for Consorts to adhere to." 

"Like a motto you mean?" Harry said. 

"Not quite." Kevin continued, "The Consort's motto is Ego deserviunt retributionem, which means, "I serve without expecting reward." Catchy huh?" 

BOOOOM!! 

The sound of a huge explosion a hundred yards or so down the road, accompanied by a flash of flame and a ball of acrid black smoke caught the attention of the small contingent of Consorts and the many other pedestrians. 

"What the hell was that??" Ambrose exclaimed. 

"I dunno, looked like a bomb or something!" Sanjay replied. 

Instantly, all three boys started running down the street to see what had happened. A huge crowd had gathered in no time at all to see the sudden carnage. 

"What is it?" Harry asked as he and the other two boys pushed their way to the front to get a better view. 

"I know this place!" Kevin said, having to speak up loudly over the cacophony of other people's voices, "It sells those chastiser things." 

"Chastiser?" Harry asked, "What's a chastiser?" 

"Devices that women make common males wear on their penises to stop other women from taking advantage of them." Sanjay replied. 

"Common males despise the damned things, good job none of us Consorts ever have to put up with 'em!" Kevin added. 

There was the unmistakable smell of gas in the air; it was obviously some form of gas leak that had caused the explosion. 

Just then, Harry could hear the faint sound of a woman screaming - it seemed to be coming from within the small shop itself. 

"Oh my Goddess! There's someone in there!!" Harry exclaimed. Without thinking he rushed forward. 

"Harry! What the fuck are you doing??" Sanjay called after him, "The Firebots will be on their way, let them take care of it!" 

Firebots were automated firefighting drones, which were able to respond far quicker than human firefighters ever could. They were common in most large cities and were almost always first on the scene. Their only downside was the limited supply of water they could carry, but the precious minutes that they saved while the larger fire appliances that were crewed with human firefighters were still negotiating the busy streets, were often the difference between life and death. 

"HARRRYYYY!!" Ambrose called as Harry ran through the smoke and broken glass and disappeared into the remains of the shop. 

There was blackness everywhere. And heat, unbearable heat that seared his lungs. He tore off the sleeve of his shirt and tied it over his mouth to act as an impromptu mask. He got down onto his hands and knees, where he could at least breathe a little easier while the majority of the smoke billowed out above him. 

"Heeeellllpppp!!" Came the hacking, coughing cry of the woman in distress. He couldn't see where she was but he could hear in what direction her voice was coming from. 

"Stay where you are!!" Harry called out into the blackness, "I'm coming for you - just keep calling so that I can find you!" 

"What's happening???" Came the tortured voice once more. 

"I think it's a gas explosion!" Harry called, getting closer to the voice. Devastation was all around him - broken glass, charred wood and twisted metal made negotiating what was normally a shop floor into a deadly obstacle course. 

"Just stay where you are and keep talking. I'll come and find you!" Harry called out into the acrid blackness. 

As he fumbled around on his hands and knees he wondered what the hell he was doing. He didn't know it, but he was merely following his instincts - some long-forgotten masculine urge to protect and to save others from harm, sacrificing himself if necessary in the process. 

Just then, he caught sight of the woman's legs, they were bloody and her trousers were torn but it was unmistakably the woman who had called out to him. 

"Are you alright?" He asked her once he found her. Her face was blackened and she had several cuts to her face caused by flying glass, but otherwise seemed okay. Apart from the shock and the effects of smoke inhalation. 

"I think I twisted my ankle!" She coughed. 

"My name's Harry, what's yours?" 

"Agnes." She replied. 

"Well Agnes, I'm going to try and get you out of here. Do you think you can crawl?" 

"I'll try." Agnes replied hoarsely. Harry could not determine the woman's age exactly, since her face was covered in soot and dust, but he estimated that she must be in her seventies at least. 

"Take hold of my kilt and follow me." Harry instructed, "I'll try and find our way back outside!" 

He felt a slight tug as Agnes grabbed hold of the waistband of his kilt. Wasting no time, Harry started to crawl back the way he had come. Or at least, what he hoped was the way he had come. Mercifully, it was only a small shop - little more than a boutique really, so they at least didn't have far to go. It may only have been a short distance but it was a perilous journey nonetheless - they were surrounded by the sounds of breaking glass, the groaning of steelwork threatening to buckle under the strain and the roar and unbearable heat of flames. 

Hacking and coughing they fumbled their way blindly out of the remains of the small shop, lumps of falling masonry and burning timber falling all around them. Harry cried out in pain as something heavy fell across his back, for a moment he feared the worst: that he might be pinned down by a fallen girder or dislodged masonry, but with a sigh of relief he was able to shrug off whatever it was. That sigh of relief however, forced him to inhale immediately after and he descended into a sudden fit of tortured coughing as he inhaled the acrid black smoke and dust that filled what remained of the room. 

Suddenly there was a chink of daylight ahead of them, they were just a few feet away from safety. 

"Come on!!" Harry cried breathlessly, "We're nearly there!!" 

With one final determined push he made a last gasp (literally) bid for freedom. And after several more moments and the most monumental effort imaginable, the pair of them were delivered from the inferno and out into the bright sunshine of the street outside. A huge cheer and an eruption of applause ensued as Harry, with Agnes just behind him, crawled out to safety. Utterly exhausted, Harry immediately rolled onto his back and gratefully inhaled fresh air. He looked across to his left to see the soot blackened face of Agnes, her chest heaving as she herself gasped for clean air. 

They both lay there panting and gasping for a few moments before a number of bystanders helped them to their feet and away to safety just as the first of the Firebots buzzed into the building. Flames and billowing black smoke poured out of the upper storey windows - by now the entire building was ablaze. The distant sound of sirens signaled that the human contingent of the fire service was only minutes away. 

Overcome by the effects of dust, smoke and intense heat, Harry could sustain himself no longer - he passed out through sheer exhaustion. 

He came to several minutes later in the back of what he supposed must have been an ambulance. A couple of paramedics were working on Agnes beside him - she was fully conscious but it was obvious that she was suffering the after-effects of severe smoke inhalation. Her ankle had been bandaged and one of the paramedics was tending to the cuts on her legs - her trousers having to have been cut away from her in the process, leaving her naked from the waist down save for her plain white underwear. She had an oxygen mask over her still blackened face and she turned her head to face Harry. She smiled at him tiredly and slowly reached her hand across to Harry. He took her hand in his and held it tightly. 

"Thank you." She said breathlessly and close to tears. And then she herself slipped into unconsciousness. 

Several hours later, Harry was resting up in a hospital bed with an oxygen mask upon his face. It was a single private room that under normal circumstances was reserved for women patients only - all males were usually treated in communal wards. Across from him a television screen was tuned into a 24-hour news channel. 

"The cause of the fire is not yet known however the fire service has refused to rule out foul play." The reporter spoke into camera. She looked like most women did, dressed in the smart but rather plain female uniform of grey business suit, light coloured shirt and plain tie. "The hero of the day it seems was one Harold Theta 648621, a young Consort from Bloomsbury House, a Maison just a short distance along the street from here. Without any regard for his own safety he dashed into the building and managed to rescue the shop's proprietor, a Mrs. Agnes Jones." 

"And what of their current condition?" The news anchorwoman said back in the studio. 

"Both Mrs. Jones and Harold Theta 648621 are currently being treated for smoke inhalation." The reporter replied into camera, "They suffered minor cuts and bruises but are otherwise ok and both are expected to be discharged later today." 

Just then, Harry became aware of a presence in the room. He looked up to see the austere face of Chief Warden O'Neill gazing down at him. In a flash, he removed the oxygen mask. 

"M... Mistress O'Neill!" Harry said, his lungs were still sore from the effects of the smoke he had inhaled and so he couldn't help but break into another fit of tortured coughing. He tried to sit himself up but he was still a little weak. 

"Shhh... it's okay Harold, there's no need to sit up." O'Neill replied softly. She replaced the oxygen mask upon the boy's face and encouraged him to calm himself down and inhale the life-giving gas. 

"Thanks, Mistress O'Neill." Harry replied hoarsely after a minute or so once he had caught his breath back. 

"My, you have got yourself in one hell of a scrape haven't you!" The Chief Warden said. 

"I guess you could say that, Mistress O'Neill." 

"What the hell did you think you were doing?" O'Neill continued gravely, "You could have been killed for Goddess's sake!!" 

"I'm sorry Mistress O'Neill, I..." 

"You are the property of Bloomsbury House, it is no business of yours to risk your life on some stupidly reckless rescue mission!! Your life is not yours to risk - understood?" 

"Yes, Mistress O'Neill." Harry replied sadly - he hadn't expected to be subjected to such a harsh rebuke for his actions. A tear escaped from his eye and trickled down his cheek. 

"But it was also a very courageous thing to do." O'Neill smiled warmly, "You're a very brave young male, Harold. You are a credit to your gender - it is always a good thing for a Consort to set an example towards common males. But don't make a habit of it, okay!!" 

"Er... Th... thank you, Mistress O'Neill." Harry replied' "I promise I won't do it again." 

"That woman owes her life to your bravery." O'Neill continued, "Were it not for your actions she would have surely perished in the fire." 

"I'm just glad she's okay." 

"I'm just glad you're okay!" O'Neill said in a kindly manner, "Now, get some rest. I'll have one of the other Consorts stand in for you for your next couple of shifts in the tasting suite. Once we get you back to Bloomsbury House you're officially on bed rest for the next couple of days." 

"Thank you, Mistress O'Neill." Harry replied. 

"No, thank you Harold." O'Neill said gratefully, "Your actions may have been reckless and stupid but already you are being hailed as a hero - you're on every single news programme and on every single palmscreen in London. Which means a great deal of good publicity for us - 'Bloomsbury House, home of the Hero Consort', your escapade is bound to be great for business!" 

Put to The Test 

It was two weeks later, and Harry was back in the now all too familiar surroundings of the tasting suite. He looked down as the woman suckled on his erect penis - her head greedily bobbing back and forth on his member, urging him to release his semen into her waiting mouth. He had no idea what her name was, but that was par for the course in the life of a Consort. For all Consorts, sex was merely a transaction - an anonymous and impersonal exchange between two people, with one male giving pleasure and one woman receiving it. There was no question of mutuality or reciprocation - Consorts were constantly reminded that their client always came first, both literally and figuratively. In fact, whether a Consort was allowed to cum or not was entirely at the client's discretion. 

Over the past ten weeks, Harry had been trained to manage his body's natural urges when it came to sex. He had learnt well, having decided early on that seeing as he had no choice in the matter about being consigned to a life of sexual servitude, he may as well try and be the best he could be at it. He had learnt much about controlling his urge to cum and how to deny himself the pleasurable release of orgasm. As a result of which, his tutor at the Consorts Training Centre had showered him with praise, naming him as her star student. It wasn't much comfort to cling onto in this world were women were superior and males were strictly second class citizens, but it was the only comfort he had, and he coveted it with all his heart in order to preserve his own sanity. 

Of course, he was still allowed to masturbate - the administrators of the Maisons Service had not forbidden Consorts from seeking their own pleasure on their own terms, in their own time. Just so long as it didn't interfere with their duties. 

The woman's cheeks concaved as she sucked greedily on his member, her hands planted firmly on his naked buttocks and pulling his hips toward her. All the while Harry just stood there emotionless and with his hands upon his head. In a while he would allow himself to cum - he didn't have to consider his client's pleasure in this instance. Her pleasure in this case would only be delivered after he had cum, as she savoured the taste of his freshly ejaculated semen on her tongue. All that was expected of Harry was that he ensured he didn't cum too soon. 

Working shifts in the tasting suite of Bloomsbury House was largely the preserve of the younger Consorts - those who had not yet been fully trained and had not yet passed the final test. Once he had passed the test his time would be divided between the tasting suite and the full service section of the Maison - the government administered brothel. But his official deflowering would come first - an event that Harry was increasingly apprehensive about as the weeks passed inexorably towards the date when he would become a fully-fledged Consort. He had asked the other Consorts in his dormitory about being deflowered but apparently all of them had been sworn to secrecy about exactly what would happen. All he knew was that once he passed the final test, an online auction would be held - the winning bidder being given the honour of taking his virginity. 

He looked down once again at his current client - she seemed to be tiring a little, the tempo of her suckling having slowed a little. That was his signal that it was time to allow himself to release. He gritted and gnashed his teeth as he came, shooting copious amounts of his warm greyish-white spend into her mouth and over her tongue. He gasped and moaned and cried out in an exultation of sexual ecstasy. But it was all for show of course, to better enhance his client's experience so that she felt as though he was enjoying her ministrations instead of merely accepting them, as was really the case. 




The Boys of Colony Theta Ch.06



His brief orgasm over, she spent a few moments licking his erection clean before releasing him. As usual, once his duty to his client had been fulfilled, he took a step back, bowed respectfully and submissively towards her and said the words he had uttered so many times now. 

"Thank you Mistress - it has been my pleasure to serve you today." 

And so he turned and walked across to the Consorts preparation area to clean his penis thoroughly and sit and wait for an hour before going back into the tasting suite where the whole process would be repeated once again. His gradually softening penis, coated with a film of his most recent client's saliva, waggled in front of him as he passed around the partition and through the door. To his surprise he found his handler Emily waiting for him. 

Harry touched his name on the small screen by the door, which commenced his one-hour rest period. He automatically approached the waist-high shower fixture and proceeded to clean his penis. 

"The Chief Warden wishes to see you Harry." Emily said as Harry stood washing himself of the woman's saliva. 

"Me? Mistress Emily?" Harry asked, turning his head towards his handler as he pulled back his foreskin in order to clean under it thoroughly. 

"Yes, you." Emily replied in confirmation, "I have a good idea why, but I'll let her explain it to you herself. Just finish cleaning yourself up and then get yourself up to her office as quickly as you can. She's not a woman who likes to be kept waiting." 

"Yes, Mistress Emily." Harry replied politely. 

If O'Neill wanted to see him it had to be bad news, Harry thought to himself with a groan. That was what had happened to one of his roommates, Angus. She had sent for him one afternoon, and when the boy returned to their dormitory an hour later, he looked as white as a sheet. 

"I'm being transferred." He had said tearfully at the time, "They're sending me away to be a resident Consort at Eaglescliffe Island." 

Eaglescliffe Island, Harry later discovered, was a correctional facility for women sex offenders. His presence at the high security prison was not to service its inmates - some of whom had committed some of the most heinous sexual crimes against males imaginable - but rather to service the prison officers who worked there. There were few things worse for a Consort than to be sent off to a remote and potentially arduous posting where he, and only two other Consorts, would be responsible for tending to the sexual needs of over a hundred prison officers. 

So it was with understandable trepidation that Harry ascended the stairs towards O'Neill's office - he was almost certain that a similar fate awaited him. 

"Consort Harold Theta 648621 reporting as requested, Mistress O'Neill." Harry said obediently as he stood before her large and opulent desk. 

"Ah, Harold. Thank you for coming." O'Neill said, leaning back into her chair while Harry stood before her, "How are you these days? All back to normal after your little adventure?" 

"Yes, thank you Mistress O'Neill," Harry replied politely. 

"Now, I guess you're wondering why I have sent for you." O'Neill continued. 

"Y... yes, Mistress O'Neill." Harry muttered nervously. 

"Don't worry Pretty One, you aren't in any trouble or anything." O'Neill said with a smile. 

"Am I... am I being sent away? Mistress O'Neill?" 

"No... no, nothing like that." She said, now leaning forward and resting her elbows on the desk, "Tell me, have you enjoyed your training so far?" 

"Yes, Mistress O'Neill." Harry answered. In truth, he had neither enjoyed it nor hated it - in his view it was merely something he had been subjected to. But he also knew he had to always answer in the affirmative lest there be any negative repercussions for giving an answer that was not approved of. 

"Good, I'm very pleased to hear that." O'Neill said warmly, "If only all student Consorts applied themselves to their training as enthusiastically as you have." 

"I figured that if I have no choice in being a Consort, I should try and at least make sure that I am the best Consort, Mistress O'Neill." 

"That's a very laudable attitude to adopt, Harold." O'Neill said with a smile, "Your training has gone so well in fact, that your tutor Cynthia sent me a message earlier today to recommend that you be put forward for the final test two weeks early." 

"I... I'm going to be tested? When?" Harry replied with a gasp of surprise. 

"Tomorrow." O'Neill said flatly, "But don't worry about it - you wouldn't be put forward for the test so soon if we weren't confident that you could pass. You have excelled in your training there to such an extent that your tutor Cynthia and I have even wagered with the training centre administrators to the tune of 1,000 Credits that you'll pass at the first attempt!" 

"You're betting on me, Mistress O'Neill?" 

"Only because I am sure you won't let us down!" O'Neill said with a chuckle, "And once the test is out of the way, there'll be the small matter of your deflowering to organise. Your heroic escapade the other week has not gone unnoticed - your virginity has become very hot property indeed!" 

Harry was not sure what to say in reply, so instead decided to remain silent. 

"Normally, a Consort's virginity would sell for around the region of 10,000 Credits, which as you may be aware is usually divided equally between the Maison and the Consort. The price on your virginity however is anyone's guess, suffice to say that it could be record-breaking. And we have also negotiated with LDNTV, the local news channel, for exclusive live coverage of the event." 

"Live coverage??" Harry gasped. 

"You are going to lose your virginity in front of a live TV audience of potentially hundreds of thousands of people in the London area. Isn't that exciting?" 

It wasn't exciting - it was a terrifying notion! 

"Erm... I guess so." Harry replied, which was a total lie of course. 

"And even once you've been deflowered you will still be worthy of us charging a premium for the use of your services." O'Neill continued, "You'll be one of Bloomsbury House's most valuable assets - women will come from far and wide to take a ride on the 'Hero Consort'. You're going to make us a lot of money Harold!" 

Make you a lot of money, Harry reflected sourly, all that would be in it for him would be a pittance of an allowance that would only be enough to keep him in toiletries, cosmetics and the occasional bottle of perfume. Consorts were always required to look and smell their best at all times, the cost of which came from their own pockets. 

"I suggest you go straight up to your dormitory and get yourself plenty of rest - you'll need all the energy you can muster for your final test." O'Neill said as she tapped at the virtual keyboard of her holoscreen, "Don't worry about the rest of your shift - it's past the lunchtime rush so it won't be too busy down there for a while." 

"Erm... Yes, Mistress O'Neill." Harry said. 

"Don't let us down, Harold." O'Neill added gravely. 

Harry was awoken the next morning by his handler Emily - it was still dark outside. He had a long day ahead of him and an early start was required. Looking up at the clock on the wall he noted that it was 4am. Emily ushered him towards the showers, informing him that he would be given breakfast up in the refectory a little later on. Showering alone, albeit with Emily looking on, was a novel experience for Harry - all through his life, both in the breeding colony and now here at Bloomsbury House, he had always showered communally. A breakfast had been prepared for him specially the night before - the refectory staff weren't due to start until an hour later and so Harry experienced something else that was new to him - dining alone without the normal background clatter and chatter that he was used to. 

His morning ablutions and repast finished, he was taken down to the parking area and into the charge of the indomitable Miranda and the now familiar interior of the van to be taken, possibly for the very last time, to the Consorts Training Centre. 

He was greeted at the training centre, just as he always was, by Cynthia - she had a warm, matronly air about her that morning which helped put Harry at ease, if only a little. 

"Good morning, my Pretty One." She said as Miranda handed him over, "Are you ready to become a fully fledged Consort?" 

In truth, he wasn't - it was a little like being asked by an ancient Roman slave-master "are you ready to become a galley slave and endure a life of being chained up and rowing the Emperors galley until you die from exhaustion?" Maybe a life of sexual servitude was less life-limiting than being forced to row a huge ship until the day you drop dead from terminal fatigue, but it was servitude nonetheless. No, Harry thought to himself, I'm not ready - but I am in no position to argue against it. 

"Yes, Mistress Cynthia." Harry simply said in reply. 

"Excellent!" Cynthia enthused, "Now, before we get started I'll just run you through everything that is going to happen today. Firstly, you shall be given a physical examination to make sure you are nice and healthy and fit enough to be put through the final test. Have you been keeping up with your physical exercise regimen?" 

"Yes, Mistress Cynthia." Harry replied. 

"Good, because you're going to have to be at your very peak of physical stamina." Cynthia continued, "Once you have had your physical you will be subjected to a series of tests using the Synthetics and you will only be allowed to ejaculate when you are given permission to, understood?" 

"I understand, Mistress Cynthia." 

"Good, because if you ask to cum you shall be denied - having to ask to ejaculate is an instant failure and you will be forced to have to go through the test again." 

Cynthia took him by the arm and led him into a small office. 

"Undress please." Cynthia instructed, "You won't be needing your clothes today. From now until the conclusion of the test you are to remain naked." 

"Yes, Mistress Cynthia." Harry sighed, and he proceeded to take his clothes off as he had been instructed. 

A few moments later, once he was satisfactorily naked, Cynthia led Harry down a long corridor towards the training centre's medical facility. There, he was subjected to a physical examination not unlike the one he had been subjected to when he had been discharged from the breeding colony. The only thing that differed from it was that he was not required to have a sample of his semen taken from him. With the basic medical tests completed, he was put through a series of exercises that included running on a treadmill and using a rowing machine. Various sensors had been placed on his chest to monitor his heart rate throughout. 

The physical took almost an hour to complete, and by the end of it Harry was already tired - and that was only the beginning. 

The initial health tests complete, it was time for Harry's final test to begin in earnest. And first on the agenda was kissing. Harry had no problem with this part, as it was one of the things he had excelled at right from the start. Once again, he was sat before the eerily lifelike robotic head and torso of the synthetic female. 

"Now as you know, there are several erogenous zones that can be stimulated during kissing, and for this first test I would like you to concentrate on stimulating two of them while you kiss, namely the earlobes and the breasts. You will pass this first part of the test if you can change the mouth, earlobe and breast lights to green and sustain it for one minute." Cynthia instructed. 

Harry nodded in reply and moistened his lips in preparation. 

Upon receiving the command to proceed, Harry pressed his lips against the lifeless but unnervingly realistic lips of the machine. He kissed the automaton with as much passion and gusto as he could muster, forcing his tongue to entwine with the tongue of the machine. His right hand explored the synthetic torso's breasts and nipples and he gently stroked and tickled the device's earlobe in his left. There were three lights he had to turn green in order to pass this part of the test and it was with a feeling of pride that he managed to illuminate all three within a couple of minutes. Because he couldn't actually see the lights whilst his face was pressed up against the machine, it emitted a soft bleep to indicate that the colour had changed. The easy part was getting them to stay green - so Harry knew that once he had crossed that hurdle, the rest would be simple. 

"Well done Harry!" Cynthia enthused once all three lights on the machine had glowed green for the required period of time, "That's the first part successfully completed." 

The testing continued throughout the morning - Harry was put through several more kissing tests, during which he had to stimulate several other erogenous zones. He managed to pass all of them fairly easily, although he struggled a little with stimulating both the machine's earlobes and its belly button at the same time. He couldn't explain why he struggled, but eventually he managed to complete the test. 

Then attention shifted to the lower body erogenous zones using the Synthetics in the suite next door. Once more Harry had to use his mouth and fingers to stimulate several erogenous zones at the same time. To begin with, he was instructed to focus using his tongue on its clitoris while his fingers stroked its buttocks and its perineum. Once again he had to change the colour of the lights and then maintain them for at least a minute. The mental concentration needed to focus on doing three things at once was beginning to tire him somewhat, but by this time he had a determination to succeed. But it was with no small sense of relief however when Cynthia eventually announced that he had completed the oral stimulation section of the final test, affording Harry some respite from the arduous task. The real work was yet to come however. 

Harry was grateful when it was announced that he would be breaking for lunch. He was taken to a specially segregated corner of the refectory that was reserved for those Consorts that were undergoing the final test. Three other Consorts, all as naked as he, were already there. Obviously they had started their tests a little earlier than he had, probably because their Maison wasn't as far away as Bloomsbury House was. The conversation was muted somewhat however, and so Harry simply sat and ate. Obviously his fellow Consort's minds were like his, focused elsewhere, most likely on the ordeal that awaited them. 

With lunch now over, and feeling a little more refreshed, Harry was escorted back to the testing room for the final stages of the test. 

"For this stage of the test we will be using a full-body Synthetic." Cynthia announced as she led Harry into the room. 

In the centre of the room was a low bed, suspended above it, on a robotic arm that was festooned with pneumatic lines and electrical wires and cables that protruded from the top of its head, was an entire synthetic woman. It was complete from head to toe, although it wasn't as realistically detailed as the partial Synthetics. Harry had used one of these before during the course of his training so it came as no surprise to him when Cynthia announced the next part of the test. 

"As you know Harry, for the most part Consorts are expected to maintain a submissive role during sex." Cynthia explained, "However, some clients enjoy taking the submissive role themselves. So the next part of the test will focus on sexual positions where the male takes the lead role. For this test we will examine your ability to maintain three different positions. Firstly, the missionary position, then the rear-entry or 'doggy-style' and then the standing hold or 'knee-trembler'. Now, for this test you won't be required to give the machine an orgasm, you simply need to prove that you can maintain each position for at least fifteen minutes and to maintain the light at green throughout. Your stamina will be tested to the very limit, but to make it a little easier for you I will give you a shot of initiator to help you maintain your erection throughout this test, but you may not under any circumstances allow yourself to ejaculate. Is that clear?" 

"Yes, Mistress Cynthia." Harry replied. 

Cynthia set about preparing a syringe, filling it with the initiator - a medication that first initiated and then maintained an erection for the sustained period of time that the test required. On this occasion however, the injection was not needed to force Harry to become erect - the anticipation he was feeling at the time was enough to deliver him a satisfactory tumescence, but the injection was delivered anyway in order to maintain his tumescent state. 

Cynthia powered up the full-body synthetic, its eyes opened as it came to life, which always caused Harry to shudder a little. By now he supposed he ought to be used to the sight of seeing these hitherto lifeless machines coming to life, but the thought that it was just that; a machine, and not a living human being, always caused him to feel a slight sense of unease. She tapped away on its control screen and it stepped over and mounted the bed, lying on its back and spreading its legs wide apart to display the entrance to its artificial vagina. 

"Okay, you may mount when you are ready." Cynthia announced, "The clock will be started once your penis is fully inserted into the device. You may not withdraw until the test is complete." 

Harry got up onto the bed and positioned himself between the device's legs. He had been taught to never use his hand to position and guide himself in - a Consort was expected to be highly skilled in the art of sex and so having to resort to using one's hands in order to guide the penis into the vagina was an instant failure. It took Harry a couple of abortive attempts, but after a little repositioning of his hips he felt the device give up its resistance and he slipped inside. The clock on the wall began to count down... 

15:00 

14:59 

14:58 

14:57 

14:56 

14:55 

As the minutes ticked by, Harry had to use all of the mental techniques he had been taught in order to stave off his natural urge to ejaculate. His hips shuddered with every forceful pelvic thrust and his buttocks clenched and flexed as he drove himself into the machine. 

07:35 

07:34 

07:33 

All of the physical conditioning and muscle tone he had developed over the weeks of his training came into effect as he thrust himself in the artificial vagina. His arms locked straight, keeping him above the naked breasts of the device below him. He knew he would fail the test if he allowed his arms to give way, thus forcing the device below him to have to bear his weight. All the while the device stared blankly and lifelessly back at him. 

02:27 

02:26 

02:25 

"Come on Harry, only a couple more minutes to go. You're doing really well!" Cynthia said, encouraging him into the 'home straight'. 

His body was beaded with sweat as he relentlessly drove himself into the machine's vagina. He was tiring somewhat but he managed to continue nonetheless. He was desperate to cum, but the techniques he had learnt helped him to force that urge out of his mind completely and concentrate on what he was doing instead. 

"Come on Poppet! Nearly there!" Cynthia called to him, "Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one, zero!" 

Harry immediately came to a stop. He remained with his arms locked straight as he panted and gasped for air, ever mindful of the fact that should he simply allow himself to collapse onto the machine he would fail the test despite the fact that he had lasted for the required fifteen minutes. Instead he pulled himself out of the machine's imitation vagina and knelt back on his haunches, his erection pointing proudly upwards. 




The Boys of Colony Theta Ch.06



"Good boy Harry!" Cynthia enthused. She spent a few moments toweling him off. "That's the first one out of the way. I'll let you rest and take a drink for a few minutes and then we'll move on to the next position." 

Relieved that this first position was out of the way, Harry felt himself feeling a rush of confidence. He knew that the other positions would be arduous, especially the 'knee-trembler', but he felt optimistic that if he could get through the missionary position without any problems, he could surely get through the others. 

After a little while, Cynthia repositioned the Synthetic into the next position, doggy-style. It dismounted the bed and then remounted it on its hands and knees with its legs slightly apart once more revealing its vulva. This time however, its anus was on display also. 

"Ready for the next one Poppet?" Cynthia said to Harry. 

"Yes, Mistress Cynthia." Harry replied dutifully. 

"Good, now I'm sure you know how to position yourself for this one by now." Cynthia replied, "Once again as soon as you have penetrated it fully, the clock will start. Only this time, halfway through the test a buzzer will sound and you will withdraw yourself from its vagina and re-insert yourself into its anus. And remember, you may not use your hands to reposition yourself in any way. Is that clear?" 

"Yes, Mistress Cynthia." 

"Very good. You may mount when you are ready." 

Harry got up onto the bed and positioned himself. Like all Consorts before him, Harry had been taught to adopt this position in a particular way. He stood with his feet either side of the machine just above its waist and just forward of its knees. He then leant forward, arching his back and placing his hands on the machine's back. Using the cleft between the buttocks of the automaton as a guide, he drew his still erect penis down until he could feel the now familiar feeling of the entrance to its vagina. He pushed his hips forward a little and felt himself slip inside. 

The countdown started automatically. Harry rutted into the machine in this most animalistic of positions with carefully measured forcefulness. Consorts were always taught to do it this way in order to somehow 'dehumanise' them, so that it was as though they were little more than animals themselves, rather than human beings. Some women, it had been explained to him during his lessons at the training centre, got a kick out of being penetrated this way and fantasising about being mated by a rampant beast. 

Harry kept an eye on the clock as he used his back and pelvic muscles to thrust himself into the machine. His knees ached already and his back was beginning to hurt as well, but still he continued. The pain he felt helped him to focus his mind away from wanting to discharge himself into the machine. As the clock counted down towards 07:30, he readied himself to change position and swap one orifice for another. 

The buzzer sounded and immediately, Harry slipped his penis out from the device's vagina. He lifted himself up slightly until he felt what he hoped was its anus. He pushed forwards once again, this time encountering more resistance than he had before. With a sigh of relief he felt the initial resistance dissipate and he pushed himself inside. The artificial rectum felt very different than the vagina - it was a tighter fit and he could feel the machine's artificial muscles squeezing around his penis as he pushed himself fully inside. 

Once again he started to thrust with his back and his hips. 

"Well done Harry, you managed the change perfectly!" Cynthia praised. She peered in with a small light to illuminate the scene and observed that his penis was now lodged firmly inside the machine's back-passage. 

Harry grunted and gnashed his teeth, as though becoming an animal himself. The tightness of the artificial rectum delivered even greater stimulation to his penis and it was all starting to become a little too much for him to endure. He devoted all of his mental and physical reserves to the task of preventing himself from ejaculating. It was an exhausting endeavour, both mentally and physically - Harry longed for the clock to count down to zero. But as he glanced at the timer he was dismayed to see that there was still over four minutes to go. He knew he was close to failing this test. 

He allowed his mind to wander back to his childhood within the confines of the breeding colony, to his friends Danny and Jim. He wondered what they were up to at that very moment - maybe all three of them were engaged in some form of sexual activity right at that precise moment. Was Danny servicing his mistress? Whoever she was. Was Jim at that moment mating with an anonymous woman with the aim of successfully impregnating her? He thought momentarily about how unjust the outside world was, not just to himself but towards all those who were unfortunate enough to possess a Y chromosome. Their only crime being to have been born male into a female-dominated society. Like all boys he had been taught about the history that led up to the release of the Andrasta plague and the near extermination of the male sex that ensued. 

History, as they say, is written by the winners. The history that had been taught to them was of course, the history as approved by the United Global Council. And as such, males in the days before the plague were portrayed as largely being overbearing bullies and amoral in their relations with women and with each other. The Andrasta plague, while viewed as a tragedy perpetrated by evil women that did not comply with the United Global Council's almost saintly and divine view of the female sex, was seen as something of a redemption of sorts. It was, the UGC argued, an opportunity to 'correct' society into what it saw as the ideal - a post-apocalyptic Arcadia where women were in charge and males knew their place. Deep down in his heart Harry knew that the history he had been taught was a smokescreen, nothing less than a tissue of falsehoods. He didn't know how to do it, but at that moment as his penis was squeezed by the artificial rectal muscles of the synthetic woman below him, he resolved to try to discover the real history of the days before the plague. 

The clock ticked down through the last few seconds. 

"Five, four, three, two, one, zero. Well done Harry, that's two out of three positions. You may withdraw when ready." 

Harry gasped a sigh of relief - he had still not ejaculated. He carefully eased his erection out from the synthetic grasp of the imitation rectum. It seemed to want to pull him back into it - when he was inside its vagina his penis merely slipped out smoothly, inside its rectum however, he had to actually pull himself out. 

Once again Cynthia allowed him to rest - she asked him how he was feeling, to which he replied that he was okay. 

"Don't worry if you need a little more time to compose yourself - you've done absolutely brilliantly so far." Cynthia said encouragingly. 

In truth, Harry was raring to go and get on with the third and final position. His confidence buoyed by his successes thus far. All that stood between him and the end of this section of the test was the 'knee-trembler'. It was by far the hardest position to adopt, since it involved the Consort not only having to thrust himself into his client, but to support the entirety of her weight at the same time. It was known as the 'knee-trembler' because of the characteristic way that a male's knees shook and quivered as he strained himself to support his sexual burden. 

"It's okay, Mistress Cynthia, I'm ready for it." Harry said after his short rest. 

"Are you sure? This last position is the hardest of all." Cynthia replied. 

"I'm sure, Mistress Cynthia." Harry answered, "I know I can do it." 

"Okay then. I'll just get the Synthetic into position." Cynthia said. She tapped at the control screen and instructed the machine to stand with its arms outstretched. 

Harry positioned himself in front of the lifeless, but eerily lifelike machine. Immediately, its arms wrapped themselves around him. Harry then leant himself forward just a little and ran his hands down towards the automaton's thighs. In one swift movement the machine jumped up slightly, allowing Harry to grab hold of its buttocks and hoist the device up - as soon as it was aloft it wrapped its legs around his waist. 

The device was immensely heavy but there was no way back for him now - he was committed to the position. He moved his hips a little and adjusted the position of the machine until the straining tip of his erection pressed up against the entrance to the artificial vagina. And in a single smooth movement he slipped inside it once more. 

The clock began its third and final fifteen-minute countdown. 

Already his knees were shaking - all the while the device stared lifelessly back at him. This particular model of synthetic woman was not fitted with the complicated facial musculature that the partial units on which they practiced their kissing skills had. All it could do was just blink occasionally and just stare into space. 

"Hnnnngggghhhh... Hahhhhhhh... Ummmmmfffff..." Harry grimaced and groaned as the machine bounced up and down on his hips. He felt trapped in its plasticky embrace - the engineers who designed these things never did quite replicate the texture of human skin and so they always had an undeniable feeling of artificiality about them. 

"Come on Harry! Good boy!! You're doing really, really well!" Cynthia said, encouraging him all the way. 

She had seen many boys go through this exact same test on innumerable occasions, but never before did she feel quite so proud as she did of this particular young male. He had become her star pupil, not just of her current class, but of all of her classes of young Consorts thus far in her already long career. 

The clock counted down... three minutes to go. 

"Come on Poppet, you can do it!!" 

"Unnnggggghhhh... Mmmmmffffff... Nnnnngggghhh..." Harry grimaced in reply. He was close... so very, very close, both to success and to failure. One of them would win the battle - the question was, which one of them would prevail. 

One minute to go. 

"Come on Harry!! You're almost there!!" 

I am almost there! Harry thought to himself ruefully as the machine bounced up and down on him, its internal muscles teasing him and trying to coax him to erupt; trying to coax him into failure. He could not allow this machine to best him - with a final concerted effort Harry gnashed his teeth and used every ounce of strength he had left to clench every single muscle in his body and to stave off his ejaculation. 

"Three, two, one, zero! You've done it Harry! You've done it!!" Cynthia exclaimed gleefully as she shut the machine down. 

Immediately, Harry felt the weight of the machine lifted from him as the robot arm it was attached to took up the strain. Its arms and legs unwrapped themselves from him and as the robot arm lifted it clear, Harry's penis slipped wetly out of its synthetic vagina. Overcome by the stress and physical exertion, Harry simply collapsed into a heap on the floor. 

Cynthia helped him up into a seated position on the bed. 

"Are you okay Poppet?" She asked in a matronly manner. 

"I... I'm fine." Harry gasped tiredly. 

"Good boy Harry, you were wonderful. You've passed that one with flying colours." Cynthia enthused, "You are now one final step away from passing the test and qualifying as a fully fledged Consort." 

After a brief rest to get his breath back, Harry was once more escorted to the refectory. He had an hour's break in which to rest, take a drink and to prepare himself for his final test. The test was officially called the 5-Zone Riding Simulation - to Consorts however, it was known as the 'Trial of the Five Lights'. Every single day at the training facility, the final hour or so was spent practising for this test. The test subject was secured onto a riding bench and a lower half Synthetic would be brought down onto the supine boy's erect penis. He would then use what little movement he had to stimulate the artificial female in five key erogenous zones; the vaginal opening, where the majority of its nerve endings were located, the anterior wall of the vagina, the posterior wall of the vagina, the cervix and, most difficult of all, the G-Spot. 

If he managed to stimulate these areas sufficiently, the indicator lights would change from red, through amber and eventually to green. Once a light was changed to green it would stay green until the end of the test. Once all five lights were green, the synthetic female would then go into a simulated female orgasm, which would last for precisely thirty seconds. Only if a Consort managed to illuminate all five lights and manage to make it through its simulated orgasm without ejaculating into it, and all within a strict time limit, would he pass this final test. It was considered a rite of passage for all Consorts. 

And now it was Harry's turn. 

Cynthia guided him into the testing room one last time. The full-body Synthetic had been replaced with a lower body model, far more realistic and anatomically correct than the full-body machine. Cynthia gave Harry an additional shot of initiator directly into his penis in order to accentuate and prolong his already firm erection. 

"Are you ready Poppet?" Asked Cynthia in her motherly manner. 

"Yes." Harry confirmed, "I'm as ready as I ever will be I suppose." 

"Now remember, once the vagina of the Synthetic has been brought down onto your penis you have precisely fifteen minutes in order to change all five lights to green. If you manage to illuminate them all it will trigger the machine's simulated orgasm. That orgasm will last for precisely thirty seconds. You will only pass the test if you manage to not ejaculate during the orgasm phase. However, once the orgasm has ended you may cum into it. Remember though, that you must ask for permission to cum first. Is all that clear?" 

"Yes, Mistress Cynthia." Harry replied. 

Harry dutifully sat himself down on the riding bench as he had done so many times now. At first, being secured helplessly to the riding bench was both humiliating and nerve-jangling at the same time. What it most certainly wasn't, as far as Harry was concerned at least, was in any way erotic for him. He understood now that riding benches were about female empowerment and male submission - his physical restraint being symbolic of the chains of his masculinity, of his servitude and submission to the women of the world. The women who were his betters, his mistresses, his superiors. He was nothing more than a chemically neutered servile drone whose only expectation in life was to do as he was told. 

Harry felt the straps tightening around his wrists and ankles. Miranda had joined them to observe this final phase of the test, as had Martha Klinsman, the training facility's principal. Before this small audience, Harry would face the final test. As the final restraint around his neck was applied Cynthia spoke to him one last time. 

"Don't worry if you're not successful first time. Very few Consorts manage to pass this at the first attempt. If you do fail, you will be allowed to have another try after a short rest." 

"What happens if I do pass first time?" Harry asked. 

"You'll become a 'Bell Ringer', they consider themselves a sort of Consort elite." Cynthia explained. 

"Why call themselves 'Bell Ringers'?" Harry enquired. 

"If you pass first time you'll find out. But as I say, very few do manage it so don't worry about it. Just make sure to do the best you can." Cynthia said as she stroked Harry's cheek lovingly, "Now, are you ready to begin?" 

"Yes, Mistress Cynthia. I'm ready." Harry said. 

The device was brought down onto his erection - the countdown started. The final test had begun. 

Harry had never quite managed to achieve the required standard for this last test, despite having gone through it every time he had attended the training centre. But he had come close on several occasions. As he felt the artificially slick warmth of the device's vagina envelop his forcefully erect penis, Harry knew he had to pass this test at the first try. He wanted to be the best. He wanted to be at the very vanguard of the elite. However humiliating or demeaning his station in life as a conscripted male prostitute may be, Harry was determined that he may as well be the very best conscripted male prostitute. 

The synthetic female nether regions pulsed and squeezed his penis in a gentle cacophony of electrical whirring and pneumatic hissing. All five lights were red. But it was early days yet, he had only been going for a minute - there was plenty of time yet and besides, one of the whole points of the exercise was not to peak too soon. Harry used the breathing techniques he had been taught - breathe in through the nose, pause, breathe out through the mouth, pause, breathe in through the nose, pause... and so on. 

Part of what kept Harry going was his anger; his anger at how unjust this world was to members of his sex. He felt angry about how every single young male in the colony had been lied to - about how they were being lied to right at that very minute. However, realising that for the time being at least, he had no other option but to serve his time as a Consort, Harry decided to put his anger to a constructive use. He used his anger to fuel his determination to succeed. 

Whirrrr... Whirrrr... Whirrrr... Hissss... 

The machine continued its rhythmic motion on his hips and thighs. Harry gently bucked his hips back up to the machine with each and every one of its downstrokes. 

Binggg! The vaginal opening light changed from red to amber. That came as no surprise to Harry at that early stage, it was after all the easiest of the five erogenous zones to stimulate. A few moments later a second burst of sound indicated that the light had changed to Green. 

So far, so good. 

His next target was to try and illuminate the vagina anterior and vagina posterior lights. These he could do simultaneously - all it required was for him to gently adjust his pelvic thrusts to make sure that his penis rubbed against the interior walls of the synthetic birth canal in just the right way. 

Binggg! The vagina posterior light changed to amber. A few moments later, the vagina anterior light changed also. These two would take a little more effort to change to green but a quick glance at the clock informed him that with only three minutes gone he was still well on target to complete the test in time. Harry squirmed and bucked his hips as best as his limited movement would allow. Three long minutes passed as the artificial female rode him. Binggg! The vagina anterior light changed to green. Harry adjusted himself by a few millimetres and then about half a minute later the vagina posterior light changed to green also. 

Three lights changed. Three targets met. But with just over nine minutes gone and with the two trickiest erogenous zones still to go, he realised that he was now behind schedule. He had to redouble his efforts if he wanted to succeed. 

He was vaguely aware of Cynthia speaking words of encouragement in his left ear and a few moments later of her mopping his brow with a cloth. It was normal for riding rooms to be kept warmer than normal room temperature in order for it to be more comfortable for the male, as they were almost invariably naked when being ridden. It did however mean that sustained bouts of sexual activity could get quite sweaty - especially when one was putting in as much physical and mental effort into it as Harry was at that moment. 

As the clock ticked over to five minutes to go, Harry felt an increasing sense of urgency - the last two lights remained stubbornly at red. He gasped and gnashed and grimaced as he made a more concerted effort. 




The Boys of Colony Theta Ch.07



Author's Note:

This is the seventh chapter of The Boys of Colony Theta, where we continue Harry's story as he finds himself thrown into a life of sexual servitude as a 'Consort' – basically a government sponsored prostitute.

All characters are over 18. Any resemblances to any person(s) or company(ies) depicted herein are entirely coincidental and unintended. (I pick names etc. totally at random!)

I hope you enjoy Chapter Seven – please feel free to post comments and feedback (as long as it's nice :P )

The Boys of Colony Theta

Chapter 7 - Harry's Story, Part Three

Deflowered

Jan led Harry by the hand towards the side of the stage where the ornate solid granite riding bench awaited him. For the first time he could hear the mistress of ceremonies as she addressed the audience; she was a newsreader that he recognised from LDNTV who had obviously been drafted in to cover the event.

"How are you feeling Pretty One?" Jan asked him.

"Scared." Harry replied simply and in all honesty.

She smiled back at him.

"There's no need to be scared, silly little boy! It's only sex - all males have to be deflowered. It's just that your deflowering is a little more... public than what most other boys experience. In a way, you should be honoured really."

Harry said nothing in return - he wasn't sure how being tied down naked in front of an audience of women and being forced to have sex should make him feel in any way honoured. Humiliated would've been a more apt description of how he felt at that moment.

"Now then Sisters, the time has come for the moment we have all been waiting for." The mistress of ceremonies announced to the audience, both in the packed auditorium and to the viewers at home, "It is time for this remarkable young male to be sworn in as a fully fledged Consort and for him to be deflowered by his first ever mistress. Sisters, I give you Harold Theta 648621!"

A round of applause broke out and Jan slapped Harry lightly across his bare buttocks to signal to him that it was time for him to take to the stage. Nervously he stepped forward, as naked as the day he was born back within the sterile confines of the breeding colony. His tautly engorged malehood waggled in front of him and the little bell attached to his scrotum tinkled as he stepped into the almost blindingly bright lights and onto the stage where the mistress of ceremonies took him by the hand. He felt the collective gazes of more than two hundred women zero in on his naked body as he was paraded before them. It was almost as if their eyes were like laser gun sights that covered his body in tiny red dots of light that one by one centered themselves upon his stiffly erect penis - he felt himself blushing profusely; flushed with an acute embarrassment the like of which he had never felt before.

"In a moment, Harold will formally take the oath that will confirm him as a Consort and make him a true and obedient servant of all women." The tall woman said as she addressed the audience, "But first, a few words from the star of our show tonight."

She turned to face Harry to address him directly.

"Harold, we've all seen the news reports about your heroic act, but tell us in your own words what happened that day and what led you to risk your life in order to save a woman's life."

Harold tried to speak but found that it suddenly took more effort than he was used to. Rather embarrassingly, instead of words the first sound he made was more of a nervous squeak. Suddenly he had an insight into Mikey's world of not being able to form words when he wanted to. He cleared his throat and tried again.

"Ahem... erm... we were just on a day off, myself and three other Consorts." Harry began eventually, "We were heading into the West End for a look around and maybe have lunch somewhere. Just as we were walking down the street we heard a massive explosion - we could actually feel it in our chests as the shockwave hit us. There was shouting and screaming everywhere and we ran down the street to see what was going on. There was black smoke billowing out of one of the buildings and already a crowd had gathered outside. My friends and I pushed our way to the front for a closer look and it was then that I heard a woman calling for help. Without thinking I just rushed forward - I don't know what came over me but I just knew I had to try and help her."

"What was it like inside the building?" The mistress of ceremonies asked.

"I could hardly see a thing." Harry continued, "The smoke was so thick and all the lights had gone out. I had to get down on my hands and knees and crawl in order to make my way towards where I hoped the woman was. When I found her I could see that she had been injured by flying glass and her legs were bleeding. I knew I had to get her out of there as quickly as possible. I asked her if she thought she would be able to crawl out with me - I told her to take hold of my kilt so that I could guide her out to where I hoped the exit was. I knew we had to get a move on; all around us was the sound of twisting metal, breaking glass and burning wood. And the smoke... it burned at our lungs. Suddenly, I felt something hitting me on my back - for an awful moment I thought a beam or something had come crashing down and I would be pinned down, it hurt like hell but whatever it was just rolled off of me and we were able to continue. I managed to drag us both out into the open somehow - to this day I still don't know where I got the strength from. I became aware of the crowd cheering so I knew that we were outside and had made it to safety. The next thing I remember is waking up in the ambulance."

"Wow Sisters! What an incredible story, I'm sure you'll agree!" The mistress of ceremonies addressed the audience once Harry had finished recounting his story, "And I am pleased to announce that the woman you saved is here with us tonight - Sisters, please welcome Mrs. Agnes Jones!"

A round of applause ensued as the senior gentlewoman took to the stage. She looked very different from the last time he had seen her in the back of the ambulance with her bloodied legs and with only her plain white underwear to maintain her dignity. Now she stood tall and confident, almost towering over the smaller young male who had been her saviour. Her hair was short and greying and her face bore the lines and wrinkles of a lifetime's worth of experience. Instead of the tattered remains of clothing he had last seen her in, Agnes was dressed handsomely in a smart black tuxedo complete with crisp white shirt, smart black shoes and a black silk bow tie. She smiled at him broadly as she approached and took him in her arms and gathered him into a warm embrace - Harry's stiffly engorged phallus briefly crushed between them as she hugged him tightly.

The assembled crowd cheered and applauded in a standing ovation as the gentlewoman and her saviour were reunited.

"Mrs. Jones, I believe there is something you wanted to say." The mistress of ceremonies announced once the pair's embrace came to an end.

"Harold, you came to rescue me in my darkest hour of need. I lost my home, my business, and all my belongings - but thanks to you I still have my life and I will be forever grateful to you for saving me."

A tear welled up in her eye that she immediately tried to conceal - after all, it was not womanly to display one's emotions too openly.

"And to say thank you, I would like you to have this." She took a small box from the pocket of her tuxedo jacket and opened it to reveal its contents. 

It was a solid gold bracelet that gleamed in the bright lights of the auditorium - it was rather plain in design but it was obviously quite expensive. It featured an 'Eterno-clasp', a type of fitting that once applied, could never be removed - Agnes wanted Harry, and every woman who would use him in future, to have a permanent reminder of his act of bravery in saving her life. On it, in elaborate lettering engraved into the precious metal, was a personal inscription: - 'With eternal gratitude for saving my life - may the Goddess bless you. Agnes Jones'. The audience applauded once more as the senior gentlewoman placed the bracelet around Harry's right wrist and closed the Eterno-clasp, permanently fixing it to him. She gathered him in a hug once more.

"Thank you." She whispered in his ear.

Once the applause died down Agnes removed herself from their embrace and made her way off of the stage and towards her seat in the front row of the audience.

"Mrs. Agnes Jones, Sisters." The mistress of ceremonies addressed the audience as the senior woman took her seat, "And now, before the formalities I would like to invite Elizabeth Jarrett, the Chief Executive of the Maison Service of Great Britain, and Chief Warden Margaret O'Neill of Bloomsbury House Maison to the stage."

Another round of applause ensued as the two women took to the stage. Jarrett stood before him with O'Neill by her side. She addressed him in a formal manner.

"Consort Harold Theta 648621, in light of your act of heroism and the unprecedented achievement of passing your test at the first attempt and no less than two weeks early, it is with great pleasure that I award you with the Maison Service's gold band of achievement." She took a small box from O'Neill who was stood next to her and opened it to reveal a small sleeve of gold. She attached the one-inch long sleeve over his red collar and used a device, not unlike a pair of pliers, which she took from her pocket, to crimp it closed. Yet another round of applause broke out as Jarrett stepped back to reveal the decoration.

"Sisters, it is now time for Harold to take the Consort's Oath of obedience." The mistress of ceremonies announced as Jarrett and O'Neill left the stage and took their place in the audience next to Agnes in the front row.

During the earlier rehearsal, Harry had been shown what to do next and had been run through the oath several times to make sure could remember the words. He turned to face the audience and sat down cross-legged before them with his hands resting on his legs with his palms facing up - it was the traditional pose of male submission and sexual availability. Harry shivered momentarily as he felt his testicles make contact with the cold floor of the stage.

"My Mistresses." Harry began, "I come before you all in the sight of the almighty Goddess, to swear that I, Harold Theta 648621, shall forever be a true servant of all womankind. I recognise that as a male, and as a Consort, I must forever be obedient and recognise the natural superiority of all women everywhere. I promise that I will fulfill my duties as a Consort wholly and gladly and with no regard for myself. I swear this upon my life, so help me Goddess."

Harry got up onto his knees once he had completed his oath, accompanied by another outbreak of applause.

"Sisters, Harold has taken his vow and has pledged to dedicate himself to the service of all women everywhere. There now remains only one thing left to do. It is time for Harold to be deflowered."

Another round of applause sounded as a contingent of four women, dressed in flowing white robes took to the stage and gathered around Harry. They beckoned him to stand, and as soon as he complied they took hold of him and held him aloft, his stiffly erect penis pointing towards the heavens, and carried him across to the solid granite riding bench. They laid him down on the soft velvet padding and proceeded to stretch out his arms and legs and tie him down using strong ropes made of red silk that were strong enough to restrain him whilst being gentle on his naked skin. They looped each rope through the ornate brass rings at each corner of the intricately carved and decorated riding bench. The brass rings were held in place by four little brass statues of women dressed in the same style of flowing robes of the women that now busied themselves tying Harry down. They pulled the ropes taut until Harry was left helpless and spread-eagled on the riding bench, ready to await his first ever riding and to serve his first ever mistress.

"With Harold now restrained and prepared for deflowering, it is now time for us to meet the lucky woman who will take his virginity from him." The mistress of ceremonies announced, "Sisters, please welcome Mrs. Stephanie Summerton."

The audience applauded as the woman took to the stage. Harry reflected sourly on the mistress of ceremonies words: 'take his virginity from him', a reminder that his virginity was not his to give, instead it was something that would be taken from him. Whether he wanted it to be taken from him was immaterial - currently restrained as he was, he had no say in the matter, it would happen whether he wanted it or not.

Stephanie Summerton was dressed in the ceremonial garb of a deflowerer: a long, flowing robe of red satin - and nothing else. She looked to be in her mid 30's with short blonde hair - beyond that, Harry could see little else of her. All that was about to change in the fullness of time however. 

She was a self-made millionaire, having made her fortune in shrewd investments of shares and property. Harry didn't know it, but she already owned a small harem of males of her own upon which she would ride whenever the fancy took her. Like a lot of well-off women she had bought more than one from the breeding colony, mainly as a status symbol. She loved nothing better than to come home from a day at her office to find four obedient males waiting for her completely and adorably naked, in the traditional pose of sexual availability, and then choosing one of them to drag off towards her favourite riding bench for a pre-dinner riding.

"Mrs. Summerton, you paid a record-breaking sum to take the virginity of Harold here." The mistress of ceremonies asked the woman, "What made you decide to place such a high bid?"

"Well, I guess I thought that his heroism should be rewarded and that it would be worth it just to be able to say that I am the first woman to ride him." Summerton replied.

"What do you think of him, now that you see him there waiting for you?"

"He's very pretty." Summerton remarked, "His penis isn't as large as other Consorts I've used in the past, but if he managed to pass his final test at his first try then I guess he knows how to use it well!"

"Well, let's hope he lives up to your expectations!" The mistress of ceremonies said with a slight chuckle, "If you would like to take your place on the riding bench and prepare to deflowerer him."

Summerton nodded and turned to face Harry lying helplessly restrained on the riding bench - it was time for him to recite some more lines.

"Mistress, I lie here before you as your most humble and obedient Consort." Harry began, "Please deflower me so that I might take my rightful place among my Brothers as a fully fledged Consort. My body is yours to use however you wish, my semen shall be my gift to honour you and for you to savour however you please. Take my virginity from me and I will serve you until I can give you no more."

A hush descended over the audience. Summerton opened the front of her red satin robe to reveal that she was naked beneath the glossy layer of loose fabric. She mounted the ornately carved and pricelessly bejeweled riding bench and straddled Harry's prostrate and restrained body. Harry's heart pounded in his chest as the moment of his deflowering arrived.

"Consort Harold Theta 648621, it is with great honour and pleasure that I deflower you as you wish." Summerton intoned.

And with that, she squatted down and took Harry's stiffly erect penis into her right hand and guided it to the entrance to her vagina. Harry looked down along his body just in time to witness his hairless shaft disappearing into the dense thatch of pubic hair that lay between the woman's legs. Instantly, he felt a rush of warmth enveloping his tumescent shaft - the sensation was an assault on all his senses at once. It was an assault that none of his training had prepared him for; for all their attempts to make it as realistic as possible, the machines at the training centre could not compare to the feeling of a real, living and breathing woman.

"Ohhhhhh... Hahhhhhh!" Harry gasped involuntarily as his penis was engulfed inside Summerton's vagina.

His life as a virgin was over - his new life as a fully practicing Consort had begun.

Applause rang out once more as a camera zoomed in to show the sight of the base of Harry's penis nestled snugly inside the vaginal lips of his deflowerer. Instantly, Summerton started bouncing up and down on him, causing Harry to emit a soft 'oof!' Every time her mass descended upon him. For the first time in his life, Harry felt the full effect of a living woman bearing down on him - but there was little pleasure in it for him. He simply couldn't feel the head of his penis at all - the cream that had been applied to him back in the preparation room had rendered this normally most sensitive area completely numb. He could still feel the rest of his penis being clutched inside the warm, moist folds of his first mistresses vagina - the other cream applied to the rest of his genitalia actually increased their sensitivity - but it was a strange, somehow disconnected feeling.

He knew that he had to at least appear as though he was enjoying serving his mistress, and so he began to murmur and to gasp and try and make it look as though rather than feeling ashamed and slutty for being used in such a humiliating manner, he was pleased to be the conduit for her sexual enjoyment. 

"Sisters, Consort Harold Theta 648621 has now been successfully deflowered in accordance with the laws and customs of the Maison Service of Great Britain." The mistress of ceremonies announced as Summerton continued to ride Harry, "We will now leave Mrs. Summerton in peace so that she can enjoy the rest of her session with Harold in private. Thank you for watching and sharing with us in this happy event, and goodnight from us all here at the Maison Service headquarters in London."

And with that, as one final round of applause sounded throughout the auditorium, the partition descended between the riding bench and the auditorium, leaving Harry and Summerton alone together for the first time. It was to be just the start of what would turn out to be the longest night of Harry's life.

The Painted Room

Summerton paused in her riding of Harry once the partition had fully descended, leaving them alone and screened off from the gaze of the audience. She smiled down at him, with his penis lodged firmly inside her, and addressed him for the first time.

"So... what does it feel like? Being a fully fledged Consort?"

Harry had to think for a moment - he knew he had to answer carefully so as not to offend his deflowerer. Having his penis inside the vagina of a real woman for the first time felt good, even though his normally sensitive glans had been numbed by the cream that had been applied to it, thus severely limiting the sensations he would otherwise be feeling at that point. But the overall act of servitude; of being paraded around naked in front of an audience of women, of having to swear an oath to be obedient and servile, of being tied down and forced to have his virginity taken, certainly did not feel good. 

"It feels wonderful." He lied in reply, "Wonderful to become a true servant of womankind, and wonderful to be deflowered by an honourable gentlewoman such as yourself, Mistress Summerton." He felt slightly sickened at the emptiness of his words as the full reality of how he was expected to behave as an obedient sexual servant hit him for the first time.

"Good." She beamed back at him, "I hope you shall have enough stamina to satisfy me. I paid an enormous sum for the pleasure of deflowering you and I fully expect you to deliver."




The Boys of Colony Theta Ch.07



"I shall give you everything I have to give, Mistress Summerton." Harry intoned politely but emptily, "If I fail to meet your expectations I shall submit myself to any punishment you see fit to deliver."

"Good. I shall expect nothing less from you Harold." Summerton replied as she shrugged off the ceremonial red satin robe to leave her completely naked.

She was obviously a woman who took great pride in maintaining a muscular physique; her chest and abdominal muscles were clearly defined and she had prominent biceps. It wasn't the frame of a bodybuilder however, it was more that of a trained athlete. Society had placed upon women a physical standard of strength and power to live up to - there was always pressure on a woman to look 'ripped' or 'buff' and it was common for strong, powerful women such as Summerton to pour scorn upon those lesser women who failed to live up to what they felt was the feminine ideal.

Her breasts were crowned with very pert nipples and her chest heaved as she inhaled and exhaled. Her stomach was like a washboard with a clearly defined six-pack - a visual indication of the many hours a week she spent working out in her private gym. 

She had not always been so physically fit however.

She had always been a rather plump girl when she was a child, despite being brought up in a working class household where money was tight. When she was a girl in school, her classmates often teased her about being fat, or of appearing to be less than feminine. Some girls had called her a 'little boy' in the showers after PE lessons, because her breasts had not developed as much as those of her contemporaries. Not that any of them knew what a young boy looked like, except for a single picture of a young boy in biology textbooks at school. The bullying she received at the hands of her classmates was so severe that she considered ending her life during one particular low point. Throughout her teens the teasing continued, but rather than to succumb to suicidal thoughts, she used the maltreatment of her to ignite within her a desire to succeed in whatever she did in life. Whether it was in business, pleasure or any other aspect of daily life, she had to win at all costs.

And it had worked. By her late 20's she was a very wealthy woman indeed - with a sizeable property management company and an even larger portfolio of stocks and shares to her name. She had used her wealth to indulge herself in all the things she had felt had been denied her in her youth. And one of the things she had felt had been denied her was sex. 

Her mother had never been able to afford to have a male of her own in the house. Coming from a working class background, the most her mother could ever aspire to was to employ the services of a Consort. And even then it could only ever be an infrequent dalliance; the Maison Service had been set up so that women of limited means could have access to males with which to fulfill their sexual desires, but Consorts were still not exactly cheap to use. The only other option was to make use of a common prostitute, but with that came many risks. Not only was it illegal for a woman to use a common prostitute, there could be no way of knowing whether or not he was clean enough, how many other women had used him in the past and whether he would be likely to pass an infection onto his client. In a world where reproduction was heavily regulated, and where unprotected sex never resulted in any unwanted pregnancies, there was no real need for contraception - and besides, it was a male's responsibility to make sure he kept himself clean and free from any sexually transmitted diseases. 

As a result of her financially restricted upbringing, she had not lost her virginity until she was 21 years old and had used a chunk of her first month's pay in her first ever job to fund a single one-hour session with a Consort at one of the cheapest Maisons she could find.

It had felt good. Unbelievably good in fact, and ignited in her a desire to have all the things she had missed out on growing up. And more... much more. She bought her first male, a delightful boy by the name of Timothy, when she was 28 and he had served her well over the years once she had trained him how to satisfy her properly. But one male simply wasn't enough for her - she wanted the freedom to choose from a selection of males to serve her in her own home, and in time she had purchased an additional three males; Charles (whom she nicknamed Chucky, which she thought sounded adorably cute), Stuart and Mortimer. And of course, she had taken the precaution of making sure that none of her household staff took advantage of them without her permission - all four boys were forced to wear chastisers when she was not around. All four had also been circumcised at her behest. She believed that as a woman she he had to assert her dominance over them, and had insisted that they be circumcised using only the bare minimum of pain relief: - the memory of their painful ordeal would be a constant reminder to them of who was in charge in her home. She had trained her little harem well over the years, they all regularly spent time under her, strapped onto one of her collection of riding benches, but not even their considerable skills could match that of a fully trained Consort.

One thing however, that she was reluctant to have to go through, was the mandatory drafting into the breeding program that all women had to register for upon reaching the age of 18. The rule was simple; no signature on the draft register, no right to vote. All women had to register for the draft, and at any time between the ages of 18 and 40, a woman would be called in to the breeding colony at least once in order to mate with a male and to hopefully conceive a child in the process, thus maintaining the steady growth of the population. But as with everything in life, money can help one buy one's way out of pretty much any obligation. She had no desire to be forced into motherhood, even if the resulting child would be a male and have to remain inside the breeding colony, thus freeing her of her obligation to raise the boy herself. So a large 'donation' had been made in her name to the breeding program's coffers - a common occurrence among women of certain means.

Harry looked up at the powerful woman above him as she bounced up and down on him - the training he had received had not prepared him for this level of assault. Her powerful thigh muscles squeezed him either side of his hips in a vice-like grip and he bore the repeated pummeling of her strong and muscular frame of her body upon his pelvis. All the while his penis, the head of which had been made almost completely numb from the cream that had been applied to it, slid in and out of her vagina. He was glad that he had been tied down with his legs apart - had his legs been tied together, Summerton would surely have crushed his testicles from the pounding she was giving him.

All the while Harry had to try and act as though he was enjoying himself.

"Mmmmffff... Mmmmmm... Ahhhhh..." He gasped and moaned as she used his body to sate her desire.

It had been explained to him, during the long weeks of his training, that under no circumstances is a Consort, or any other male for that matter, allowed to talk when servicing a woman unless he is spoken to first. A painful punishment could result lest he speak without permission. It wasn't necessarily painful, the pummeling she was making him endure, but it was certainly not the most comfortable of experiences.

"You... like this... kinda thing... huh, Harold?" Summerton puffed and panted as she bounced up and down.

Not particularly, no, was what he wanted to say in reply.

"Yes, oof! Mistress Summerton." He replied instead.

Buoyed by her Consort's apparent reassurance that he was enjoying being pinned down and being forced to have sex with her, she focused her mind and body into extracting the most pleasure from him as possible. The feeling of the little male's penis sliding around inside her was delicious and she was determined to enjoy every precious second of it. Sure, his penis was one of the smaller Consort's penises that had serviced her, but he was nonetheless bigger than any of the four males she had at home, and she was relishing in the delightful stimulation he was giving her as a result of his extra inch or so.

Despite the upheaval in sexual politics that had ensued in the aftermath of the Andrasta Plague and the near total extermination of the human male, there were certain biological truths that could never be fully addressed. The world had gone from being a relatively equal society to being a strictly matriarchal society where women were all-powerful and males were forced to accept a status as second-class citizens. 

But there were two inescapable biological truths that not even the most powerful of women could change. 

The first of these inescapable biological truths was pregnancy - over the years there had been many attempts to construct artificial wombs for the gestation of human foetuses, all of which either failed, took far too long to work as part of a viable breeding program, or resulted in babies that were deformed. The upshot was that reluctantly, the women of the world had to accept that nature knew best. 

The other inescapable biological truth concerned the male and female sexual response cycle.

It is often said that as far as sex is concerned, a woman is like a kettle that slowly comes to the boil, whereas a man is like a firecracker that shoots off into the sky before exploding into a ball of shimmering sparks. The net result of which is simple: - women take longer to achieve orgasm than males do. And when it happens, the female orgasm is typically long and powerful whilst the male orgasm is short but intense. 

That is if a woman experiences orgasm at all, that is. One of the deranged core beliefs of the Sisters of Salinas, the radical feminist terrorist group that was responsible for unleashing the Andrasta Plague, was an inherent jealousy at the apparent ease with which the male orgasm can be achieved. Most women dismissed the terror group's misguided envy however, as the hate-fuelled rantings of a group of fanatics who 'used the glove of feminist equality to cover the clenched fist of misandry'. It never occurred to them that the male sexual experience had shortcomings of its own; such as premature ejaculation and the refractory period, which largely prevents males from experiencing more than one brief orgasm at a time. Their hatred of all things masculine had clouded their rational judgment.

Since the reintroduction of males into society, there had been many attempts to rectify this supposed imbalance, to either slow the male sexual response cycle or to speed up the female cycle, but all attempts thus far had only ever achieved fairly limited success. Numbing creams, such as the one that had been applied to the head of Harry's penis, worked up to a point but could never delay the inevitable for too long. Which was why Stephanie Summerton was riding upon her young, newly deflowered Consort with such gusto. She knew the effects of the cream would wear off eventually.

Harry however could feel hardly anything, such was the effect of the numbing emollient. Sure, a second cream had been used to increase the sensitivity of the rest of his penis and his testicles, but as any owner of a penis will tell you, the tip is where the action is. Imagine ladies, if you will, being able to feel a penis or a dildo sliding up and down inside your vagina, but not getting any pleasure from it. It's just... there, inside you.

That was pretty much how Harry felt at that moment - he could feel himself inside the warm, moist slipperiness of his first client's vagina, but he simply was unable to extract any real pleasure from it. But nonetheless, he had to at least imply that he was feeling the pleasure.

"Mmmmm... Ahhhh... Ooooh... Oh Harold, make me cum sweetheart... Make me cum..." Summerton gasped and murmured as she rocked her hips around and around, grinding her pelvis against his, "Make me... Hahhhh... Make me cummm!"

Believe me, I'm trying!! Harry thought to himself, but replied instead merely by emitting a couple of apparently contented gasps and moans of his own. The numbness at the head of his penis was preventing him from making the most of the skills he had learnt, so he had to try and guess how to use his own hips and pelvic muscles to move himself around inside her and deliver the orgasm she so craved and demanded of him. Fortunately, despite his lack of feeling, his training was paying off.

"Ohhhh, gooood boy Harold!!" She gasped breathlessly as finally she felt the first stirrings of the orgasm that would soon engulf her, "So close... So close!!"

"Mmmmmffff... Hahhhhhh... Mmmmmm..." Harry replied.

The tingling started at the very base of her spine - it was only a matter of time now. 

She leant forward, placing her hands upon Harry's chest to support herself. His small and cutely masculine nipples felt firm under her touch as she caressed them and tweaked them. The tingling gradually increased within her... she begged her body to fall over the tipping point, for her brain to pull the trigger.

And then it happened...

"Ooohhh!!! Hah! Ah!! Ooooohhhhh!!! Mmmmmmmffff!!! Oh fu... Oh fffffuuuuuuccckkk!!! Oh ho-oly Goddess!!!" Summerton cried out in orgasmic exultation, "HAHHHHHHH!!!! MMMMMMMFFFF!!!! NNNNNNNGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!! AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

Her shrieks of orgasmic joy echoed around the room as she frantically bounced up and down, her breasts jiggling around as she rode the tidal wave of pleasure.

Harry meanwhile looked on in awe at the sight of the woman, screaming up towards the ceiling of the room as if addressing the Goddess herself and thanking Her for the orgasmic sensations she was feeling. The simulated orgasm of the machine he had been tested with back at the training centre, was nothing near as intense. Her body glistened with a sheen of sweat despite the coolness of the large open space they were in.

"NNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHAAAARRRRRRHHHH... Mmmmmmmmm... Oooooooohhhh... Ahhh..." Summerton growled in one final, guttural moan as her orgasm subsided.

She came to rest, gasping and panting and overcome from the intensity of the orgasm she had felt.

"Mmmmm... That was wonderful Harold, they have obviously... trained you well." She panted.

"Thank you, Mistress Summerton," Harry replied politely, "I am pleased that you enjoyed using me."

Summerton began rocking her hips back and fourth once more.

"Oh, I'm not done using you yet Harold." Summerton replied, "Nowhere near done!"

And she rode him once again to a second, and then a third orgasm.

In fact, it wasn't for another two hours and five orgasms later, that she disengaged herself from Harry's supine and helplessly restrained body - not once had he felt the release of an orgasm of his own. His still firmly engorged penis slapped wetly against his belly as it slipped out from her vagina as she rose up from him. It was only then that she untied him.

"I think it's about time we moved on to the bed." She announced as Harry sat himself up.

Summerton walked towards the back of the deflowering area where a pair of concealed double doors led into an adjoining room that was more comfortable, intimate and plushly appointed than the large open area that housed the ceremonial riding bench. Harry dismounted the riding bench upon which his virginity had been taken, and dutifully followed her inside.

The room was only a little smaller, but the ceiling was lower giving it a more intimate feel. Every inch of the walls and ceiling had been decorated with elaborately painted murals depicting scenes of male subjugation and female dominance. Heroically posed women clothed in fanciful ceremonial robes towered over weak submissive naked males. Some were being ridden, others tied to stakes receiving beatings to their reddened buttocks, some were shown with their penises being locked into strange looking metal devices that he now recognised as chastisers - the devices Agnes Jones had sold in her boutique. 

At one end of the room was another riding bench, this time made of ornately carved wood, and a huge and comfortable looking double bed carved in the same ornate style. Between the two was a cabinet that contained drinks and some non-alcoholic refreshments. She poured Harry a glass of water and a gin and tonic for herself. Harry thanked his mistress for his drink and gratefully slaked his thirst.

"How do you wish to use me next, Mistress Summerton?" Harry asked once he had drained his glass.

Summerton mounted the bed and laid herself back against the soft, plump pillows.

"Hop yourself up onto me, it's about time I found out what you taste like."

"As you wish, Mistress Summerton." Harry intoned dutifully. 

He got up onto the bed and positioned himself with his knees either side of her. He placed his hands upon the top of his head and guided his erection towards her mouth. Within seconds, he felt her grabbing hold of his buttocks and pulling his penis into her waiting mouth, as if devouring his erection whole. He was well used to the sensation of being fellated by now, and he knew what would be expected of him and for the first time he felt himself in familiar territory. The position was unusual however; normally in the confines of the tasting suite he would be stood whilst his client was seated before him instead of reclining on a bed.

What was normal was that as usual he had to appear as though he was enjoying himself, and he gasped and murmured in mock ecstasy as she used her tongue to suckle and to caress his engorged malehood.

For the first time since the cream had been applied to him, he felt a little of the feeling in the head of his penis coming back. It was just enough for him to be able to feel enough to cause him to ejaculate, and for the first time Harry felt something approaching real pleasure. Feeling his ejaculation approaching, he gnashed his teeth, determined to try and extract as much pleasure as he could feel. Which was to say, not a lot. But it was just enough to make him cum, even though he knew it would not be the greatest orgasm ever.

"P... Please Mistress S... Summerton, may I c... cum?" He gasped.

She nodded her permission in reply.

Harry gratefully allowed his orgasm to consume him. With his penis still partially numb, his orgasm felt somewhat empty and unfulfilling, but he was nonetheless thankful for the release. His hips thrusted, his stiffly erect penis twitched and pulsed inside her mouth and he erupted long streaks of warm semen into her mouth. Summerton swallowed as much of his spend as she could, savouring its unique and to her, hypnotic flavour. So copious was his spend as a result of the enzymes injected into him during his preparation, that some of his semen escaped Summerton's mouth and dribbled down her chin.

As his body came to rest and Summerton released his penis from her mouth, Harry raised himself up, careful not to allow his mistress to have to take any of his weight upon her. He knelt beside her and regarded the sight of his spend upon her chin.

"I apologise, Mistress Summerton, I appear to have soiled you with my emission." Harry said sheepishly, "Please allow me to clean my spend from you."

He leant forward and licked his semen from her chin. He had been forced during his training, to have to taste his own semen - it had been explained to him that sooner or later a client would expect it from him. Whilst many women savoured the taste of the male essence, Harry himself could not see the attraction - to him it tasted disgusting. It was a sentiment that all of his fellow student Consorts had shared as they too had been forced to taste their own semen, and the revulsion they felt for the sticky greyish-white fluid increased exponentially as they were forced to taste each other's semen as well as their own. Harry could not help his gag reflex as he licked his semen from Summerton's chin, but he knew he had to try and stifle his retching and make it look instead as though he savoured the taste of his own emission.




The Boys of Colony Theta Ch.07



As soon as he had finished licking her clean, Summerton forcefully grabbed hold of Harry's wrists and rolled him onto his back. She clambered on top of him, pinning him down in the process and engulfed his mouth in a forceful kiss. Harry responded as was expected of him, by allowing her tongue into his mouth. He had thought that once he had finished licking her clean, he would be free from the unpleasant taste of his own spend, but now he had to endure it once again as her semen coated tongue ravished his own. Harry was good at kissing, it was one of the things he had excelled at back at the training centre - it was a skill that Summerton instantly seemed to appreciate. Their kiss lasted for several long and languid minutes, the breathing exercises Harry had been taught helped him to maintain the kiss for some considerable length of time and it was Summerton who had to break their kiss in the end.

She reached down and took hold of Harry's penis, which had lost none of its tumescence in the intervening time, and impaled herself upon him and proceeded to ride him once again.

Harry stared up at the ceiling of the ornately appointed room. In addition to the murals that bedecked the walls, the ceiling had been decorated with nine painted panels, which depicted the story of Adam's submission to Eve in the Garden of Eden. It was a story that had only been taught to him at the training centre once he had been discharged from the breeding colony. His tutor Cynthia, had recounted the story to her students as it had great significance to the professional lives of Consorts - Adam's submission to Eve was symbolic of what was expected of all Consorts, and of all common males as well, as an example to live up to, and a warning of the perils of disobedience.

Harry gazed up at the intricately painted scenes above him: -

In the beginning, the Goddess created the heavens and the earth and populated it with many plants and animals - She was pleased with Her work and marvelled in its perfection. It troubled Her greatly however, that there was nobody to appreciate its divine majesty and so She decided to create a woman, Eve, whom she made in Her own divine image. For a time everything seemed to be perfect, but the Goddess began to notice that Eve, Her favourite creation, appeared to be withdrawn and unhappy. She asked Eve what the matter was, and was surprised when Eve explained to Her that she was lonely. She did not want Her favourite creation to be unhappy, and so She created a companion for her. She named him Adam, and the Goddess commanded Eve to consider him as her equal. She gave Her newest creation a penis, with which he could use to give pleasure to Eve, and he would receive pleasure in return from Eve's vagina.

Eve was overjoyed with her new companion and they soon began a loving relationship. But it was not to last. Adam began asserting himself over Eve, forcing her to do his bidding and to service him when he required it of her. It angered the Goddess to see Adam taking advantage of Her favourite creation. The final straw came when Adam raised his hand to Eve and struck her violently, knocking her to the ground.

The wrath of the Goddess was swift, and Her anger resulted in a violent storm that almost destroyed the Garden of Eden itself. She instructed Adam to cut down a length of vine from the trees and to cut it into four equal lengths. She commanded him to twist and braid it together to form four equal lengths of rope and to give them to Eve. She then instructed him to drive four wooden stakes into the ground. She commanded Eve to use the rope that Adam had made, to tie him down on his back by his wrists and his ankles to the stakes She had him drive into the ground. Not wanting to suffer the ire of the Goddess, Adam reluctantly complied and allowed his mate to bind him. The Goddess announced that making Adam to be Eve's equal was a mistake - from then on, Eve was to be the superior. She then made Adam vow that he would forevermore be submissive to Eve and to service her when she required it of him, and not the other way around. She instructed Eve to mount Adam and to ride upon him until she was satisfied. The Goddess would only instruct Eve to release him when She was sure his future unquestioning obedience and total submission had been assured. And so began the subjugation of the male sex, and peace returned to the Garden of Eden. In the years that followed, Eve and Adam had children, and Eve taught her daughters how to assert themselves, and taught her sons how to be submissive and obedient and to follow the submissive example of their father, lest they incur the wrath of the Goddess once more.

Summerton erupted into yet another orgasm, and she shrieked and screamed up at the painted scenes as the fire of female orgasmic pleasure engulfed her.

"Cum in me Harold!" She panted breathlessly, "Cum in me now!!!"

He was still somewhat numb from the cream on his penis, but the feeling was gradually returning. He used his hips to grind his penis around inside Summerton's vagina and to try to stimulate the reawakening head of his penis as best he could with the limited freedom of movement he had whilst pinned down under her. Her words of command assured him that he would not have to ask for permission to cum this time.

With a grateful cry of orgasmic rejoicing of his own, he came into her, delivering another copious spend of semen into her. He snarled and gnashed his teeth as he came, and yet more of the Consort's semen dribbled out from his mistress's vagina, making a squelching sound between their coupled bodies. Much of it was for show however, Harry still could not feel everything he was used to, but it had felt better than the last time.

Summerton released him, raising herself up allowing his penis to slip wetly out from her. She then rolled over and flopped down to lie alongside him.

"My, you have been trained well, haven't you!" She panted exhaustedly.

"I am pleased that you appreciate my skills Mistress Summerton." Harry replied, "It is my pleasure to serve you today."

Summerton took hold of Harry's still firmly erect penis and stroked up and down slowly a couple of times.

"Your cock is absolutely adorable." She stated as she gazed at her Consort's member, "Not as big as all of the other Consorts I've used, but you clearly know how to use it well."

"I am glad that my penis is satisfactory for you." He replied politely.

"Stand over there for me." Summerton instructed out of the blue and indicated a spot roughly halfway between the bed and the riding bench.

"Yes, Mistress Summerton." Harry dutifully stood and did as he had been commanded. He wondered why she wanted him to stand in the middle of the room for her. Did she want him to engage in the 'knee trembler' position next?

"Stand with your legs apart and with your hands on the top of your head." She instructed.

He knew his lower status as a male meant that he was in no position to object or to even question her motives, and so he obeyed her instructions compliantly.

"I love to watch a male peeing, especially when he is hard." Summerton announced, "I find it totally fascinating to watch them while they relieve themselves. Back home I always make sure that my four boys always ask me for permission to pee so that I can have the opportunity to watch them should I wish to. I want you to urinate for me. Now."

"Here? Mistress Summerton?" Harry asked, "All over the floor?"

"Yes, here!" Summerton replied sternly, "And don't question me boy, just do as you are told and piss for me!"

"Yes Mistress Summerton." Harry sighed. He tried to let himself go as he had been commanded but frustratingly he was initially unable to let his urine flow.

Trying to pee with an erection, as any male will attest, isn't always easy. Especially when the erection one is having is an especially strong one. The forcefulness of Harry's chemically induced tumescence placed pressure upon his bladder and caused his prostate to temporarily enlarge. The upshot of which was that something that normally required little effort at all, suddenly became physically difficult.

"Well...?" Summerton said expectantly.

"I'm trying, Mistress Summerton!" Harry answered frustratedly.

"Don't worry about making a mess on the floor. Believe me, the women who do the cleaning in this place have seen it all before."

"I... I can't, Mistress Summerton."

"Can't... Or won't?" Summerton questioned.

"Can't." Harry replied, "But I'm trying to do as you wish! Honest I am!"

"Try harder." She commanded as she sat herself on the edge of the bed opposite him, "Because you're going nowhere until you piss for me! I'll have you stand there all night if necessary!"

Harry sighed, he realised the tension in his loins caused by the persistent firmness of his erection from the injections he had been given into his prostate was what was causing him to be unable to release his urine. He tried closing his eyes and transported himself back into the garden that resided in his mind. He tended to some lavender; the tiny purple flowers of the shrub permeated the air in a soothing aroma that helped him to relax.

"Gooood boy!" Summerton intoned, bringing Harry back to reality with a bump.

His mental relaxation trick had obviously worked; he looked down to see his urine spraying from his penis in a graceful arc and splashing on the floor to form a puddle at Summerton's feet. With his penis fully, and very powerfully erect and pointing slightly upwards from the horizontal, his golden yellow flow of urine arced upwards a little before falling to the floor.

Harry felt a rush of shame and embarrassment as he relieved himself before Summerton's appraising gaze. As a Consort, embarrassment should be furthest from one's mind, his trainer Cynthia had said during one of her lectures at the training centre, obedience and service to your client should be your priority, regardless of however demeaning or degrading her wishes may be. If your client instructs you to do something, you do it! And look like you are enjoying it too!"

He tried to smile while he urinated in front of her, he was conscious of the fact that his facial expression looked too forced to be convincing, but it mattered little anyway; her gaze was elsewhere as she concentrated on his penis.

After what felt like an age, Harry's urine slowed from a fountain to a mere dribble.

"I think it's so adorable when a boy pees like that." Summerton sighed, "Never fails to make me feel really horny!"

"I am pleased you enjoyed watching me, Mistress Summerton." Harry politely responded.

"Come with me back to the bed." Summerton instructed, "I need to feel you inside me again."

"Yes, Mistress Summerton." Harry replied compliantly.

Summerton laid on her back and spread her legs wide.

"I want you on top of me this time." She announced.

"As you wish, Mistress Summerton." Harry assumed his part of the missionary position.

With his practiced skill, he penetrated her without having to use his hand to guide himself into her. Once again the warm moist folds of her vagina enveloped his erection - by that time he had lost count of how many times he had felt his straining tumescence inside her. Except that this time, it was he that was putting himself in her, rather than her putting herself onto him.

Harry bucked his hips and flexed his pelvic muscles, his buttocks clenching rhythmically as he thrusted himself into her. He leant forward and kissed her naked breasts, suckled on her engorged nipples and licked the sweat from her chest. Eventually, without once breaking his rhythm, he brought his head to hers and kissed her. He could still taste a little of his earlier ejaculation on her breath but it had faded somewhat by then. Their tongues united in a sensual dance as their lips mashed together. Summerton made soft murmurings of contentment as Harry serviced her. He became aware of her hands softly stroking along his back, coming to rest upon his buttocks.

"I love the way a boy's bottom flexes like that when he's on top!" Summerton said with a slight chuckle as she temporarily broke their kiss, "It's so adorable!"

"I'm... pleased that you find it... so pleasurable... Mistress Summerton!" Harry panted in reply between pelvic thrusts.

Summerton then, quite unexpectedly, erupted into what appeared to be a monumental orgasm. Her screams of gratification once again echoed around the painted room. Harry responded by speeding up his thrusts, forcefully pounding himself into her. He felt her strong vaginal muscles gripping and clenching his penis with a grip that felt as strong as that of a champion arm-wrestler.

"CUM IN ME HARRYYYYY!!! CUM IN MEEEEE!!!" Summerton cried exultantly.

"As you... as you wish... Mistress... Mistress Summerton." Harry panted.

And he dutifully obliged. The numbing cream having all but worn off, for the first time since they had been together, Harry's resulting orgasmic cries and grunts were genuine this time and he felt a warm rush of sexual satisfaction engulf him as he erupted into her. By that time, so much of his spend had been pumped into her, this latest ejaculation came straight back out of her, bathing Harry's shaved genitalia with his own semen. Almost as much of Harry's spend ended up trapped in Summerton's dark brown thatch of pubic hair in a thick and sticky mass.

"Thank you Harold." Summerton sighed contentedly once her orgasm subsided, "You may bring me another drink now."

"As you... wish... Mistress... Summerton." Harry panted in reply as he withdrew himself from her. His persistently erect penis, which by that time was coated in a sheen of semen and vaginal secretions, waggled in front of him leading the way as he stepped towards the drinks cabinet. He made her another gin and tonic and poured another glass of water for himself. He placed the drinks on a small silver tray and took them back to the bed.

Things slowed down somewhat after that, clearly Summerton had tired from her own exertions. The injections administered to Harry earlier in the preparation room to give him an abundance of stamina meant that despite the hard work his body had endured thus far, he was still relatively fresh. They sat and talked for a while, Harry listened politely as Summerton regaled him with stories of her childhood and her adolescence.

"I cannot believe those other girls could've been so mean to you." Harry said in reply to an anecdote about how her supposed 'school friends' teased her in the showers after games lessons for being fat, "You are obviously a kind and gracious woman, Mistress Summerton."

His words were a lie of course.

She looked at the little bell attached to his scrotum.

"Tell me, what does it feel like being an Elite Consort?" She asked as she tinkled his little adornment.

"It feels... very nice." He replied. In truth, what he wanted to say was it didn't matter if he was a member of an elite group or not, he was still a slave.

And then she had him service her yet again.

There was no clock in the room and so he had no idea how long he had been there, and he had completely lost track of how many times she had ridden him, he had serviced her and she had tasted him. In the hours that followed she had him masturbate for her while she watched, she also had him perform oral sex on her several times and by that time the enzymes and medications he had been given were beginning to wear off and for the first time, exhaustion was setting in. One of the side effects of the initiator injections, which initiated and then prolonged a male's erection, was that it caused the muscles in his legs to weaken as its tumescent effects wore off. Harry knew he would not be able to stand for much longer.

She carried him across to the other side of the room and laid him out on the riding bench. Harry hoped that he would not have to endure for much longer. Summerton rode Harry on the riding bench a couple more times, being delivered of several more orgasms in the process.

Finally, as Summerton disengaged herself from him one last time, she said the words Harry had been longing to hear.

"Thank you Harold. I have enjoyed our time together - I hope that you have enjoyed serving me."

"I have, Mistress Summerton." Harry lied, "It has been an honour and a pleasure to serve you and to be used by you."

She kissed him gently on his forehead, retrieved her red satin gown from the adjacent room and then took her leave. She left Harry strapped down on the riding bench - his arduous first session as a Consort was finally over. He was by then, utterly spent - both of his energy, and of his masculine essences, and he fell into a deep and grateful sleep.

He awoke some time later to find himself in a large and very soft bed with bright daylight streaming through the windows. As he came around to a more wakeful state he became aware of a familiar presence at the foot of the bed.

"Mistress Emily?" He yawned.

"Sshhhh... It's okay Harry, it's me." his handler replied softly.

"What time is it?" Harry asked tiredly. He found that he had been washed and dressed, most likely while he was still unconscious since he had no recollection of it, in a pair of royal blue silk pyjamas that bore the emblem of the Esteemed Order of Outstanding Consorts upon the breast pocket.

"It's three o'clock in the afternoon." Emily replied, "You've been asleep for hours."

"How long... how long was I in there for?" He asked as he tried to sit up. He could feel his legs but they were still very weak.

"Eleven and a half hours. You were in there with her nearly all night - she didn't come out to let us come and get you until half past eight this morning. You poor thing, you must be absolutely shattered!"

"Did I do well, Mistress Emily?"

"You did very well, Harry." Emily replied in a comforting tone, "More than very well in fact, Mrs. Summerton told us you had been fantastic! Chief O'Neill told me to tell you that she is very proud of you."

Emily's words of assurance gladdened him, and it was then that finally his emotions overcame him and he burst into a flood of tears.

"Sshhhh... Sshhhh... Sshhhh... It's all over now." Emily said as she took the sobbing boy in her arms, "It's all over Poppet... It's all over."

The closeness of her embrace calmed him and soothed him. Eventually, once his tears subsided, she sent down for something for Harry to eat and Jan, the Consort preparation technician, came to his bed to give him an injection to deliver him a much-needed boost of energy.

Feeling much better, Harry managed to get to his feet and Emily helped to support him as they made their way back down to the basement parking area to the waiting van, back towards Bloomsbury House.

Emily took out a battered copy of the Good Book as she sat in the back of the van with Harry sat opposite.

"Harry, there is one last thing we must do." Emily said gravely, "It is vital that you must never tell any of the others about what happened back there. I want you to swear, on the words of the Almighty Goddess Herself, that you will never tell anyone - especially the virgin Consorts - about your deflowering. You must tell nobody about anything you saw, anything you heard, anything that was done to you, is that understood?"

"Yes Mistress Emily." Harry replied and placed his hand on the proffered tome, "I swear by the word of the Goddess that I shall never tell anyone."

"Good boy." Emily said, and she replaced the book in her pocket.

He came back to a hero's welcome, and it gladdened his soul to see his friends Dara, Ambrose and Mikey, at the vanguard of the welcoming committee. He wanted to tell Mikey of the future as a submissive consort that lay ahead of him, of the life of beatings and humiliations that he would be forced to endure in the name of female pleasure, but he knew he would be in trouble if he did. So he reluctantly remained silent on the subject. He felt glad to be back among his fellow Consorts, among his comrades - except that now, having been welcomed into the Esteemed Order of Outstanding Consorts, he was their leader of sorts, and it would be up to him to set the example for the rest to follow.




The Boys of Colony Theta Ch.08



Author's Note:

This is the eighth chapter of The Boys of Colony Theta, where we pick up Jim's story as he finds himself put into service in Colony Theta's Fertilisation Sector as a stud male charged with getting women pregnant and keeping the human race alive.

All characters are over 18. Any resemblances to any person(s) or company(ies) depicted herein are entirely coincidental and unintended. (I pick names etc. totally at random!)

I hope you enjoy Chapter Eight -- please feel free to post comments and feedback (as long as it's nice :P )

The Boys of Colony Theta - Chapter 8: Jim's Story, Part 1

Orientation, Induction, Decontamination... And Unwanted Erections

Jim sighed heavily as he was led away by the woman who had introduced herself as Annette, not knowing if he would ever see his two friends Danny and Harry ever again. Certainly, they had all agreed to reunite at Trafalgar Square in the heart of London in five years time, when Jim's service as a breeding male was due to be completed and he would finally be released from the sterile confines of the breeding colony. But so much could happen between then and now that could scupper their reunion plans from ever happening. He mused sourly about the prospect of what the next 1,826 days held in store for him. If what he had heard about the Fertilisation Sector of the breeding colony was true, he would be expected to mate with a randomly selected female at least four times in a single day, five days per week. Jim hastily did the mental calculation and surmised in shock that it meant that he would have to have sex over 1,000 times a year!

If what he had heard was true, he wondered equally if perhaps it was just scaremongering. None of the boys in the Rearing Sector of the colony ever had any contact with the 'business end of the operation', since the four main sectors of the colony were completely sealed off from each other for contamination control reasons. So how on earth could those rumours have spread among the young boys of the breeding colony? Perhaps it came from overheard snippets of conversation between some of the women that ran the facility, Jim pondered. Or maybe from some other form of evidence, anecdotal or otherwise. Whatever its source, Jim desperately hoped it wasn't entirely true.

Annette, escorted Jim along a long series of corridors - he was the thirtieth boy she had escorted along these passageways so far that day, and her day was far from over. By the time her shift came to an end, she and her colleague expected to have escorted three hundred of them. But it was necessary.

Necessary so that the quota could be maintained - supply always had to meet demand.

Jim eventually found himself ushered into a large room filled with chairs, lined up in rows like some kind of mute regiment of four legged soldiers on parade. Some of the chairs were already occupied with boys just like him, dressed in their familiar grey uniform of shirts, knee-length kilts and socks and simple black shoes. Each and every boy however, was unique in every other way. Some were taller, some were shorter. Some had blonde hair, some had dark hair. Some had blue eyes, some had brown eyes. Some had pale skin, some had dark skin. Other boys stood milling around the room nervously, just like him not knowing what was in store for them and most likely just as depressed as Jim about being denied the chance to see the outside world for at least the next five years.

"You may take a seat if you wish." Annette instructed him, "Your orientation will begin later. Until then you are to wait in here. There are refreshments provided in the corner over there as you may be here for some time and there are toilets just through that door in the corner. Make sure you take the opportunity to use them - once the induction and orientation process begins there won't be another opportunity to go until you have been escorted to your barracks. Since the process can take several hours if I were you I'd take my advice, it would be a good idea that you try and empty your bladder and refrain from drinking too much in the meantime."

Without so much as another word she turned and left the room, presumably to go back to the discharge offices and pick up another boy to be taken to the Fertilisation Sector.

The room was windowless, since it was underground, and pretty bare and utilitarian with simple white walls unadorned with any form of decoration. Illumination came from above in the form of dozens of lights embedded in the ceiling, the floor beneath them was simple grey linoleum. Facing opposite the ranks of chairs was a large screen on the wall behind a desk set on a low dais. The screen was totally blank save for the words 'Welcome, new inductees' in plain red lettering. Just as the woman had mentioned, a table stood at the far end of the room with the promised refreshments. What was provided was little more than a selection of dried bars of cereals, nuts and pulses and the only liquid refreshment came in the form of small bottles of water. Hardly any of which had been touched.

Jim was surprised at how little conversation there was in the room, he supposed that like him, they were all too lost in their own thoughts to want to be talkative at that moment. Instead, he simply took a seat next to a dark skinned boy whom he had seen once or twice before around the colony but had never really made his acquaintance.

To his surprise, the boy turned out to be quite talkative. He introduced himself as Kulvinder, sired from the British Asian stock of the breeding colony.

"This is kind of exciting in a way." The boy said in his accent that was so evocative of the Indian subcontinent that his ancestors originated from.

"Exciting? How??" Jim replied, "I mean, how can being dragged in here to spend the next five years completely naked and being forced to copulate over and over again with women we've never met before when there is a whole world out there that we're not going to have a chance to explore, possibly be exciting?"

"I don't mean exciting in that sense." Kulvinder replied, "I mean that it is exciting to be doing one's part in repopulating the world. I guess it must be different for you, after all, your racial sector isn't as endangered as mine. With so few of us left I consider it an honour to be able to say that I will be siring a new generation of British Asians."

In the days before the near annihilation of the male population, the British Asian community was one of many ethnic minorities that were present in sizeable communities up and down the country. They were primarily descendants of an influx of immigrants from India, Pakistan and Bangladesh in the days following the partition of the Indian subcontinent after the many years of British colonial rule. Ever since then, they represented a vibrant community within the British Isles. But they were always a minority, and during the time of the Andrasta plague the health authority could only save only a tiny number of healthy British Asian males before the disease ran out of control. In fact, four centuries later, every single British Asian could trace their ancestry back to one of just 11 males that had been safely sealed underground.

As a result, the British Asian population had become somewhat endangered. Their rarity meant that on the outside, Asian males with their dark hair and exotic complexion made them become a somewhat valued commodity, often fetching very high prices. Because of this, the authorities of Breeding Colony Theta decreed that rather than 1 in 10 of all males in the majority white British population being retained for breeding purposes, half of all British Asian males were kept back and put to work fathering the next generation of British Asian children.

Roughly ten minutes later, another woman entered with another boy by her side, repeating the very same words the first woman had said to him when she had deposited him in the windowless room.

"I wonder how many boys there will be with us?" Kulvinder speculated.

"Well, assuming that each one of us gets a chair I would estimate at least a couple of hundred, possibly even more." Jim replied.

Five hours later, no fewer than 300 boys had been escorted and seated in the room. It was only once every single seat was occupied that the formal induction process began.

A tall, smartly dressed woman entered the now crowded room from a door in the corner. She took her place at the front of the room with a confident stride that illustrated to all the boys in the room that she meant business.

"Please, everyone take your seats!" She called out over the chatter.

She wore a sharp grey business suit that had obviously been tailored specifically, and most likely at great expense, exclusively for her. A laminated ID badge had been clipped to her left breast pocket that displayed her name below a picture of her face and a QR code. Her blonde hair had been cropped short, as was appropriate for a respectable woman of her standing - long hair was seen as un-feminine in the post Andrasta world. In fact, the once normally accepted standards for female beauty that once required the application of makeup, powders, lotions, hair styling and clothes, had fallen pretty much by the wayside and women now dressed and maintained themselves in a much more historically masculine way.

This had largely come about as a result of the wars that had been fought between the various factions that vied for political power in the decades that followed the devastation of the Andrasta plague. There was no place for lipstick and long hair on the battlefield after all. Coupled with the scarcity of supply in wartime and a newfound sense of liberation, the use of makeup and other cosmetic products for women simply fell by the wayside. In this day and age it was a male's duty to look attractive, and the standards of beauty that they had to maintain were similar to those that women had historically been accountable to. Males didn't walk around sporting lipstick or eye shadow or anything like that, but they were expected to have a near perfect complexion and to maintain themselves at the peak of physical fitness and to dress in as pleasingly alluring a manner as they could.

But these new standards for male physical beauty and style did not apply in the Fertilisation Sector of Breeding Colony Theta, as the woman was about to explain.

"Good afternoon boys." The woman said once all of the assembled boys had taken their seats, "Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Alison Tyrell, and I am the chief director of the Fertilisation Sector here at Breeding Colony Theta. From now on, you are to address all members of staff as Mistress. You are not little boys any more, you are fully grown males, and as such you must address all women in an appropriate manner. So there's no time like the present, repeat after me. Yes Mistress Tyrell."

"Yes Mistress Tyrell." The assembled boys murmured.

"Louder! I can't hear you!" Tyrell said sternly, banging her hand on the desk before her.

"Yes Mistress Tyrell!" The boys said in unison.

"That's better. From now on, any of you boys who fail to address a woman appropriately shall be punished. Is that clear?"

"Yes Mistress Tyrell!" The boys intoned once again.

"Good. Now then, you are all here because you have been selected to remain here at the breeding colony and be set to work as breeding males, or Copulators as we prefer to call them. I know all of you had hoped that you would be discharged into the outside world to go and explore and see all the exciting things that you have seen in books and films, but the practicalities of maintaining and growing the population must take a priority, and that is where you come in. Over the course of the next five years you will be engaged in siring as many offspring as you possibly can. Now, over the next few hours you shall all be formally inducted into the Fertilisation Sector. You have all been subjected to a physical examination to ensure that you are free of any diseases or any form of parasites before your meeting with the discharge officer, so you are all deemed to be healthy enough to be put into service. But before you can enter the Fertilisation Sector you shall all have to be thoroughly cleaned and disinfected to ensure the sterile environment of the colony. You will then all be issued with identification markings and then you shall be escorted to your barracks where you shall have a few days to acclimatise to the environment within the Fertilisation Sector before being put into service. Only once you have been put into service will your five-year duty as Copulators actually begin. Okay, now to explain things a little more fully please watch the following presentation."

Tyrell tapped a small blue square of light that suddenly appeared on the wall next to the screen in front of them. Immediately, the lights dimmed and the screen came to life.

"On behalf of the Global Repopulation and Fertility Administration of the United Global Council, welcome to the Fertilisation Sector of Breeding Colony Theta, and to your new lives as Copulators." came the unseen voice-over of a woman recorded in some studio many years earlier.

"Your lives as boys are now over, from this day forth you are fully grown males and all of you have the honour of becoming fathers to a whole new generation of boys and girls that will one day live in the outside world together."

The screen changed to show a plan view of the four main sectors of the breeding colony, housed within immense domes of varying sizes and connected by a centralised network of subterranean corridors, passageways and administration and maintenance buildings. The four sectors were labeled as Maternity Sector, Rearing Sector, Discharge Sector and Fertilisation Sector. The four sectors were not of equal size: - the Rearing Sector, where all the thousands of boys born every year were raised from infancy to adulthood was by far the largest, measuring almost two miles across. The Discharge Sector and the Maternity Sector were of roughly equal size at just over a third of a mile in diameter, while the Fertilisation Sector where all of the breeding males were kept and where they were to be put to work siring a new generation of children, was just over a mile across and divided into several smaller interconnected domes.

The display centered on the Fertilisation Sector, leaving the other three sectors to fade into the background as the commentary continued.

"Over the last 18 years you have lived in the Rearing Sector where you have all grown from tiny babies into strong and healthy adult males. But it is now time to move you on to a new chapter in your lives as Copulators. In order to maintain a stable and sustainable population growth, a number of males must be selected for breeding purposes from every group of males that reaches maturity. The Fertilisation Sector of this facility is subdivided into several smaller zones. The zones where you shall spend most of your time are the accommodation zone, where the main barracks are located, where breeding males sleep and where the catering and bathing facilities are located, and the recreation zone where Copulators can spend their free time taking part in a wide range of recreational activities."

The screen zoomed in on the largest two of the three separate domes that comprised the Fertilisation Sector.

"The largest domes are the recreation zone and the accommodation zone, here you will find ample facilities for rest and recreation including a gymnasium, swimming pool, games and sports facilities, and a full sized theatre and movie screening facility that can seat up to 500. All breeding males are encouraged to spend at least two hours per day in sports and fitness activities in order to maintain an acceptable level of physical fitness and stamina. In order to minimise any risk of injury, all sports are strictly non-contact but there is still a wealth of sports available such as tennis, cricket, baseball, athletics, squash, badminton and of course swimming, to name just a few. Regular tournaments and competitions are held throughout the year and participation is strongly encouraged. The accommodation zone consists of numerous blocks of barracks that incorporate showering facilities, and a large mess hall for meals and socialising."

The screen then centered on the third and smallest of the three zones.

"The smallest zone of the Fertilisation Sector is the mating zone, perhaps the most important zone in the entire breeding colony, for it is here that women are brought in to mate with the breeding males and to hopefully be successfully fertilised. All women, once they reach the age of 18, must register to be drafted into the breeding program and must by law be able to become available for mating when called upon by the administration of the breeding program. Once they have been called up they must report to the maternity sector of the breeding colony within 14 days. They shall then be subjected to a series of physical examinations and tests to ensure that they are healthy enough to be able to go forward and be mated. They are also tested to calculate their next ovulation to maximise the chances of successful conception. Once their ovulation date is established, they are sent into the mating zone where they are assigned a male selected for them based on a number of criteria including racial and genetic compatibility, and physical criteria such as height, eye colour, hair colour etc. Over a three-day period, the woman is encouraged to mate with her assigned male as many times as is possible, with a minimum of three matings per day. Once the three-day period is up, the male shall be returned to the accommodation zone to rest and recuperate and the woman shall be sent back to the Maternity Sector where she shall remain until she can be tested to determine if she has successfully become pregnant. If she becomes pregnant, she then remains in the Maternity Sector where she will be monitored and looked after until she gives birth. If she does not become pregnant, she is discharged but must remain available for at least a second attempt at fertilisation within six months."

The screen then focused back to the overview of the Fertilisation Sector.

"In order to ensure the optimal conditions that increase the fertility of the breeding stock, the environment within the Fertilisation Sector is carefully monitored and maintained at a constant temperature and humidity. In addition to this, it is required that all breeding males be naked at all times during their five year period of service. This is to ensure that the testicles are maintained at precisely the correct temperature to maintain optimum levels of spermatogenesis and so that they are not constricted in any way by clothing that may interfere with fertility. Breeding males are also fed a carefully controlled diet rich in proteins, iron, zinc and magnesium, to further boost their fertility."

The screen then returned to the plan view of the entire breeding colony.

"Once you have completed your five years of service you shall be returned to the Discharge Sector where a review of your performance shall be held and it will be revealed to you exactly how many babies you have fathered during your time here. Finally, on behalf of the Global Repopulation and Fertility Administration of the United Global Council, we would like to thank you for your participation and your continuing patience over the next five years."

The screen faded to black and the lights in the room were brought back up. Two more women, barefoot and dressed only in what appeared to be thin, almost paper-like coveralls, entered the room through a set of double doors next to the screen.




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Tyrell got to her feet and stood in front of the screen before addressing the boys once more.

"Right then, let's get the show on the road. These two officers will take you through to the Fertilisation Sector proper and take you through your decontamination process. Sisters, you may take it from here."

She left the room through the same door she had entered.

"Okay, follow us boys... Quickly now, come on... Move it!!!" One of the women barked.

She beckoned the crowd of boys to follow her. They found themselves in a subterranean corridor that seemed to go on forever, lit only from a long line of fluorescent tubes that ran along the ceiling. The walls on either side were covered with long lengths of pipework, cables and conduits that likewise stretched off into the distance. The long procession of nervous looking boys, their heads bowed in gloomy apprehension, made its way along the passageway closer and closer to the new life that awaited them. After what seemed like an age, they eventually came across a steel door with the words 'Decontamination Airlock C2' in large red stenciled letters. The leading woman opened the door and ushered the boys inside.

They now found themselves in a large anteroom before an enormous open steel door that wouldn't have looked out of place in a large bank vault, that led into what looked like an enormous chamber with an equally huge but resolutely shut door on the other side.

As the second woman who had brought up the rear entered and closed the outer steel door, the first woman pressed a button on a panel by the side of the huge airlock door and spoke into it.

"This is Officer Teague, Mychelle C, I am at airlock Charlie 2 with this week's intake of Copulators. Permission to proceed please."

"Permission granted Officer Teague, airlock Charlie 2 unlocked and ready for operation."

Officer Teague then stood and addressed the assembled throng of boys.

"Now then, this is the decontamination airlock." She announced in an authoritative voice, "It is the first stage of the entry procedure into the Fertilisation Sector and everyone who passes between sectors in this breeding colony must all go through this same procedure. Now, the first thing that needs to happen is that you shall each in turn come and stand before me where you will confirm your name and you will then be stripped naked and your clothes placed into the incineration chamber. Once you are naked you shall not wear anything so much as a stitch until you are released from this facility once your five years is up. Okay, you first."

She pointed at one of the boys and beckoned him to follow her to the opening that led into the airlock.

"Name?"

"Florian Theta 124765, er... Mistress." The boy replied meekly.

She checked her list to verify the boy's name.

"Good, now hold still while I undress you." Teague said, and then she tore open the boy's shirt causing its buttons to ping off in several directions. She pulled off the boy's shoes and socks and added them to the crumpled and ruined shirt on the floor. She then tore off his pleated grey kilt to leave him in nothing more than his plain white colony issue underpants. A matter of seconds later, they too joined the pile of clothes on the floor.

"Now, pick up your clothes and place them in the incinerator chamber over there." She pointed to what looked like a small alcove adjacent to the opening into the airlock.

Nervously, the now naked boy gathered up what remained of his clothes and carried them to the alcove. He placed them inside and took a step back. No sooner had he done so, a glass panel slid down over the opening and a bright flash of light followed. Instantly, his clothes were reduced to nothing more than a little pile of grey ash which was then sucked out of the alcove before the glass panel slid back up ready for the incinerator chamber's next load.

"Now, go and stand and wait in the airlock." Teague instructed.

She then repeated the process with the next boy.

And the next.

Until eventually, half an hour later she pointed at Jim.

"You next." She announced, "Name?"

"James Theta 758994, Mistress."

Once she had ticked him off her list she began tearing his clothes off, leaving him completely naked. She instructed him to incinerate his clothes and then join the growing crowd of boys inside the airlock waiting nervously and entirely nude. And it was then that the trouble began.

All through his life he had been used to having to shower with other boys but he had never particularly enjoyed having to strip naked on a daily basis for a very simple reason. He always, almost without fail, became massively erect when in the presence of other naked boys. It had been like this ever since puberty had kicked in and had resulted in much teasing from other boys that only ever served to exacerbate the situation yet further. It wasn't that he felt embarrassed about his nudity per se, after all, all the other boys were in exactly the same boat, but it was something else that he couldn't quite put his finger on. It was this enforced nudity more than anything that Jim felt most apprehensive about what lay in store for him. Ever since the discharge officer had broken the news to him that he would remain incarcerated within the breeding colony and informed him that he would be kept naked throughout, he knew his persistent tumescence would plague him once more.

Sure enough, as soon as Teague yanked down his underwear to leave him completely, and now permanently naked, his penis stood stiffly at attention. He felt his face flush bright red, as it always did, as Teague commented with a raised eyebrow and a smirk.

"Hmm... it sure looks like someone's eager!" She said with a chuckle, "Best get you into the Fertilisation Sector as quickly as possible hadn't we!"

It took well over an hour for each of the 300 boys that represented that week's intake of new breeding males to be checked, stripped naked and have their clothes incinerated, but eventually as boy number 300 entered the airlock, Jim was surprised to find that the two women who had brought them there were stripping out of their white coveralls to reveal that they were naked underneath. Those same white jumpsuits were also incinerated and the two naked women came and joined the naked throng of boys inside the airlock. The second of the two women pressed a button on the inside of the chamber and the huge steel door began to close accompanied by the oscillating tones of a warning klaxon. All the while, Jim stood as naked as the day he was born practically begging his penis to cease its continued hardness and to obey its master's command. So far, nobody other than Teague had commented on it but as he stepped into the airlock he had definitely heard a few sniggers and caught sight of numerous glances in his direction.

Officer Teague, now naked herself along with her colleague, stood before them and instructed them to stand with their feet roughly shoulder width apart and with their arms outstretched.

"This first phase of the decontamination process is a disinfectant mist." She explained, "It's quite harmless but it might sting your eyes and cause irritation if you breathe it in. Now, on the count of three I want you all to close your eyes and take a deep breath and hold it. The whole thing should only take about ten seconds, as soon as the bell rings it will be safe for you to open your eyes and breathe."

She nodded across to her assistant who waited at the control panel. Upon her signal she pushed the appropriate button and assumed the position herself as the countdown began.

"Ready everyone? Okay, in three... two... one... Now!"

There was a collected gasp as all 302 occupants of the airlock drew in deep breaths. A loud hiss followed as a white mist of atomised disinfectant filled the room from grilles in the floor, walls and ceiling of the chamber, bathing every inch of exposed skin on each and every one of the 302 naked people within, killing virtually every microbe that clung to their skin.

Just as Teague promised, ten seconds later hidden fans came into life and sucked the disinfectant out of the chamber as quickly as it had filled it, replacing it with air drawn from the other side of the airlock. The bell sounded once it was safe to breathe and every single person in the chamber then released their collective breaths and then gratefully inhaled the fresh air. Moments later, there was a series of loud clunking sounds followed by a second klaxon as the opposite door of the airlock chamber unlocked and swung open to reveal a large room with what appeared to be a large grey metallic box at its centre. Jim's penis still waggled stiffly in front of him as he followed everyone out of the airlock and into the room. With a brief sigh of relief he discovered that he wasn't the only boy to be sporting an erection, supposing that like himself, they were feeling the same sense of nervous apprehension as he.

"Right then, on to the secondary decontamination phase." The now naked Officer Teague instructed, "This stage is designed to burn off the outermost layer of your skin, and completes the job that the disinfectant mist started. Don't worry though, it sounds worse than it actually is - the only thing you'll be aware of is a series of bright flashing lights and a brief feeling of heat. The whole thing only takes about a minute, but it is imperative however that you keep your eyes closed throughout the process as it could blind you. All you need to do is step into the booth and follow the instructions."

The second woman ushered one of the boys into the large steel cubicle through a door with a green light above it. As soon as the boy was inside she closed the door, which automatically locked itself with a resounding click. The light above the door turned from green to red. A few moments later a series of buzzing sounds emanated from the cubicle which lasted for around half a minute or so. A few brief seconds of silence followed before a second brief period of buzzing sounded. As soon as it stopped, the door clicked itself unlocked and swung open automatically. The boy stepped out of the cubicle covered from his neck down to his feet in what appeared to be a fine light grey powder, and all of his hair, save for that on his head, had disappeared.

"Don't be alarmed boys, the grey stuff is just dead skin cells that have been burnt away." The first woman said as her colleague took him to stand on the other side of the room.

One by one, the boys were put through the machine until it was Jim's turn.

"Next!" The first woman called.

Jim, as next in line, stepped forward nervously.

"Still sporting a stiffy I see!" Teague commented as he stepped forward, "Don't worry flower, we see it all the time. Although I must say I've not seen a boy stay quite so hard for quite so long in many a long year since I started this job! Come on poppet, step into the machine."

Jim stepped into the steel cubicle, gulping a little as the door closed behind him. With a resounding click, the door locked automatically, sealing him inside.

"Please stand with feet apart, placing them on the markings on the floor." A computerised female voice instructed as a screen in front of him showed a brief looping animation of a human figure stepping onto two markings about three feet apart.

Jim looked down to see the corresponding markings on the floor of the cubicle and stepped onto them.

"Now please adopt the position shown on the screen." The computerised voice instructed once again.

The screen then showed the human figure standing with its legs wide apart and its arms outstretched horizontally in a pose reminiscent of Da Vinci's Vitruvian Man. Jim replicated the pose as closely as he could.

"Now please close your eyes and keep them closed until instructed."

Jim closed his eyes and waited.

"Laser exfoliation sequence commencing." The computerised voice announced. Immediately there followed a sharp buzzing sound, not unlike that of a tattooist's gun, and in his eyes he could see a red glow as the bright light shone through his closed eyelids. Starting from his feet, Jim could feel a very brief but intense heat rising up his body. First it passed up his legs, then up past his naked buttocks and genitals and then up his torso and his arms before stopping just below his chin. As soon as it stopped the whole thing started again, this time passing down his body back towards the floor.

"You may now open your eyes." The computerised voice spoke in its levelly synthetic tones.

Jim opened his eyes to be met with the sight of himself reflected in the screen opposite him, covered in the same light grey layer of dead skin that he had seen on the other boys that had been put through the machine. He was also totally bereft of hair from his neck down - he hadn't seen himself so lacking in hair since he was a young boy before the hormonal onslaught of puberty. His skin felt slightly raw; if he had grown up in the outside world instead of the inside of the breeding colony, he would have associated the slight rawness from having been out in the sun too long.

"Please retract your foreskin fully and hold in position." The computerised voice instructed, accompanied by an animation of the human figure, which had up to that point been gender-neutral but which now all of a sudden possessed a penis, pulling back its prepuce and keeping it in place with both hands.

Jim pulled the foreskin of his still maddeningly erect penis back as instructed by the on-screen image and held it back, exposing his glans and the inner mucosa of his prepuce, and held it there.

"Now please close your eyes and keep them closed until instructed." The computerised voice instructed once again. Just as before, Jim obeyed its command.

He then felt the same heat at the tip of his penis as he had felt upon the rest of his body, accompanied by the buzzing sound. It wasn't excruciatingly painful, but it wasn't the most comfortable of experiences, as the concentrated and accurately targeted beams of light passed over his most sensitive parts. Mercifully, it only lasted for a few brief moments.

"Laser exfoliation sequence complete - please leave the booth." The computerised voice said. Moments later, the door behind him unlocked and swung open and he stepped out, a tiny quantity of skin-ash fell from him as he stepped out and across to the growing crowd of grey dusted boys, following the light trail of skin-ash that had been deposited along the way by those that had gone before him.

Over the next half hour, the remainder of the boys went through the laser exfoliation machine until eventually the two women put themselves through the process. It didn't take as long for them as it took the boys, Jim supposed that this was because that being female, they didn't have to go through the part where the boys had to have their penises exfoliated.

The women then lined all the boys up into single file and led them through into the next adjoining room, a light cloud of grey dust accompanying the naked group. This next room featured a small square pool filled with a dark liquid and a long conveyor peppered with nozzles and showerheads.

"Okay boys, this is the third and final stage of the decontamination process." Teague announced, "This is somewhat more pleasant than the previous stage. It is a final chemical bath immersion followed by an all-over application of disinfectant foam and a final rinse of distilled water."

Teague's colleague stepped into the pool, revealing it to be just deep enough to come up to just below her naked breasts. The liquid was so dark in colour that her lower portions all but disappeared from view. Teague then ushered one of the boys to step into the pool whereupon her colleague instructed him to hold his breath for a moment. She then placed her hand on the top of his head and pushed him into the bath of liquid, immersing him completely and holding him down for a few moments before allowing him to resurface, spluttering and leaving behind a slight scum of dead skin behind him. The unnamed woman then helped him out of the bath and instructed him to stand on the moving conveyor. He was then passed through a series of nozzles that coated him from head to toe in a layer of white foam as Teague instructed him to lather himself up and massage it all over his body, taking great care to rub it into his scalp and around his hairless groin and up between his buttocks and his anus. He was then passed through a series of stations filled with shower heads that rinsed him off no fewer than five times to make sure every last trace of chemical residue had been removed. The very last stage was an all-over drying from a collection of large fans that blasted him with warm air and ruffled the hair on his head.

One by one, all 300 boys were in turn immersed in the chemical bath, plastered with the foam and then rinsed and dried until finally, both women went through the same procedure themselves.

"You'll be pleased to know that now ends the decontamination process." Teague announced as she stepped out of the dryer to join the rest of the group, "All that's left now is for us all to pass through the second airlock and into the Fertilisation sector. Don't worry though, the second airlock doesn't use a disinfectant mist so you won't have to hold your breath or anything. Any questions?"

"Is it true that we will be having to have sex every single day?" One boy asked.

Teague smirked knowingly as though she was expecting that particular question at that precise moment.

"Not every single day, no." She answered after a moment, "But you will be called upon to mate for three consecutive days at a time once every two weeks. It basically goes like this - you are assigned to a particular woman and a mating suite within the mating zone. Once there you shall be introduced to the woman assigned to you. After that, she will spend the following three days mating with you as many times as she wishes to. Once the three days are up she shall be returned to the Maternity Sector and you shall be returned to the accommodation zone for 48 hours of rest and recuperation. Once those two days are up you shall be given a brief medical examination and you shall be declared fit to be selected for your next assigned woman. Typically, you can expect to be selected at least twice per month, although that can vary from one month to another. Any further questions?"

A brief silence followed.

"No? Good. Now, everyone into the airlock."

A couple of minutes later, the crowd of naked people was disgorged from the chamber of the second airlock. The two women immediately set about dressing themselves in plain loose undershorts, utilitarian plain white bras, loose trousers of some kind of light fabric, and loose fitting tunics that bore the distinctive logo of the breeding colony. Their attire, the standard uniform for Fertilisation sector staff members, had been deliberately designed to be light and to help keep the wearer cool in the warm environment. The temperature and the humidity levels inside the Fertilisation sector were carefully monitored and maintained at a temperature that made it more comfortable for the resident males who were kept permanently naked. The downside of this was that the conventional uniforms worn by those in the other sectors of the breeding colony would be uncomfortably warm for the women who worked within its confines.

Unlike those that worked in the central administrative sector of Breeding Colony Theta, who normally worked standard eight-hour days, the women who worked in the four main outlying sectors of the breeding colony typically worked for a month at a time. For every month they spent inside the colony, they spent the following month outside the colony. This was mainly to minimise the effect of the often long and laborious decontamination process that would often take up the best part of an entire day. They of course had their own separate accommodation facilities located within each individual sector. Once their month-long tour of duty was over, they would typically exit the breeding colony with little fuss, merely passing through one of the many air locks. When they returned however, it was the full decontamination process.




The Boys of Colony Theta Ch.08



New recruits to the breeding colony were often put off by the decontamination process, especially by having to be naked throughout and in groups of over a hundred at a time as one shift made way for another, but the Global Repopulation and Fertility Administration was renowned for being a very decent employer with many perks and benefits for its staff. Chief among which was the voucher issued to all staff upon completion of a month's tour of duty, for a free session with a Consort at the Maison of their choice. There were other benefits to be had as well, such as a generous pension scheme, discounts at many shops and restaurants and a private healthcare insurance plan, but for many the free Consort session was the main reason for their continued service to the breeding program.

"Now then, one last thing before we take you to your barracks and get you settled in, is to log you onto the roster and apply your identification markings." The now fully dressed Officer Teague addressed the throng of naked boys.

She instructed them to line up in single file in front of a door that appeared to lead into an office of some kind. One by one, all of the boys in turn were called in to the office, spending a couple of minutes inside before exiting bearing a distinctive QR code and his six digit identification number tattooed upon his left buttock. When Jim came to the front of the line, as the previous boy stepped out, rubbing his sore behind, he felt like he was little more than a piece of livestock about to be appraised for his suitability as a stud.

Upon exiting the second airlock, Jim had been relived to find that his troublesome penis had finally seemed to capitulate and return to a state of normal flaccidity. But his relief was to be short lived. As soon as he found himself standing in line outside the office, staring at the naked behind of the boy in front of him, his erection returned with a vengeance, he felt it was almost as if his own penis was taunting him.

Teague's colleague ushered him inside the room. Before him stood a desk, upon which was a holoscreen computer terminal and an automatic tattoo gun. Behind the desk sat another uniformed woman, typing away on the virtual keyboard projected onto the desk from below.

"I'll be with you in just a second." She said without even looking in his direction.

She tapped away some more.

"Right then. Name?" She asked eventually, her right eyebrow rising in surprise as she caught sight of his fully erect and by that time, drooling phallus.

"James Theta 758994." Jim replied, feeling his voice quiver a little as he battled with his embarrassment.

The woman seemed to dismiss his tumescent member as though it was something she had seen a million times before and simply called up his file on the central database, taking note of his exact date of birth, his physical measurements and pretty much everything about his life up to that point.

"Hmm... It says here that during your life in the Rearing Sector you enjoyed working with computers." The woman said as she looked up at him.

"Er... Yes." Jim replied, "I'm sort of fascinated by them - I taught myself how to write programs and design games and things when I was in school."

"I see." The woman behind the desk commented, "You designed your own games?"

"Yes, well... they weren't particularly good, graphics-wise. The main reason I used to write them was to learn more about programming rather than graphics and stuff. I wrote code for an A.I. chess simulator and challenged my friends to see if they could beat it."

"And could they beat it?" The woman enquired.

"Not a single one!" Jim replied proudly with a smile, "It wiped the floor with my friend Harry - although he was never very good at chess anyway!"

Talking about his love of working with computers immediately helped take his mind off his current erect status and he felt his throbbing penis begin to slowly sag and droop back down to something approaching normality.

"Well, perhaps we could find you some kind of work with the computers in the sector admin department." The officer said, "It's quite common for breeding males to be given a job to do when they aren't being used for mating. It won't be much, just data entry really, but I'll see if I can find you something to do to make use of your talents, that way you'll have a proper skill to use once you are discharged. How does that sound?"

"That'd be great!" Jim enthused.

"That'd be great, Mistress!" The woman corrected, with raised eyebrows and stern gaze of light admonishment, "All staff are to be addressed as Mistress remember?"

"Oh, er... yes... er, sorry Mistress." Jim replied.

"That's okay, but you'd better get used to it. You're not in the Rearing Sector anymore boy!" The woman replied as she rose to her feet and picked up the tattoo gun, "Now then, bend over for me and place your hands on the desk, I'm afraid this'll sting a bit but it won't take long."

Jim obediently bent over the desk as the officer tapped something into the tiny screen on the back of the tattoo gun. As soon as she had finished, she pressed the device against Jim's left buttock and pulled the trigger. A brief flash of intense localised pain shot into his bare behind as the device's tiny needles punctured his skin and deposited a tiny quantity of black ink into his skin cells, permanently staining them. After a few moments she removed the gun and used a sterile wipe to clean away any excess ink and the tiny quantity of blood that had escaped from his punctured skin. She placed a clear dressing over the newly tattooed skin. A blocky QR code could clearly be seen above Jim's identification number - 758994 - accompanied by the Greek letter theta. She then took a red wristband from a box on the floor and placed it inside an illuminated blue square that suddenly appeared on the desktop. As soon as the wristband was set inside the square it turned from blue to red as Jim's personal data was loaded onto it. A few moments later, the square turned green and she picked up the wristband.

"This wristband contains all your personal and physical data, it monitors your physical activity 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, it basically knows exactly where you are and whatever it is you're doing at any given time. It cannot be removed until you are discharged from this facility. When you are called in to be put into service in the mating zone, the wristband will flash and it will vibrate to inform you that you must report for duty within 1 hour. If you fail to report before the wristband stops flashing you shall be sent to the brig for a statutory 24 hour period of solitary confinement and your privileges will be suspended for 7 days."

She clipped the wristband onto Jim's wrist with a resounding click.

"From now on, all staff will address you by number only." The officer said as she sat back at her desk and turned her attention back to her computer terminal, "As far as the staff are concerned, you boys do not have names, only numbers. Is that clear 758994?"

"Erm... yes Mistress." Jim answered.

"Good. Now then I, or one of my colleagues, will be in touch with you to arrange for you to start work in the admin department within the next few days. Until then you are to go to your barracks along with the rest of your group. You have been assigned to barrack 27C, once all of you have been logged on to the roster here, my two colleagues shall escort you there. That is all for now, please send in the next boy on your way out."

Jim turned and left the room, his hand upon his sore behind just as he had seen the previous boy.

With all 300 of them logged and marked, the latest consignment of nude boys was instructed to follow the two women who had guided them through the decontamination process through one final set of large double doors. A wide set of stairs faced them leading up into the accommodation dome of the Fertilisation sector. They had been underground in the extensive subterranean network of corridors and rooms that linked the various sectors of the breeding colony together for several hours by then, and Jim was glad to be finally returning to the surface. Suddenly they found themselves under a huge dome flooded with natural light, albeit diffused by the translucent construction of the dome's roof. The structure of the domes was such that they were translucent enough to allow sufficient daylight to illuminate the vast internal spaces without having to rely on artificial lighting and thus keep energy consumption down. But they were not transparent enough to be able to see the sky or anything else outside the domes.

But this was nothing new to Jim, in a strange way it had a comforting familiarity to it. He had, after all, spent all his life thus far under an identical dome. But the difference was the attire, or rather lack thereof, of the inhabitants of the dome. There were naked males everywhere he looked, milling around in groups, sitting at tables, walking from one part of the dome to the other. Somewhat inevitably, the sight of the throngs of naked males had a by now tiresome effect on Jim. He felt himself becoming erect once again.

The dome was filled with blocks of barrack buildings, each one five storey's high and big enough to house up to 1,500 males each. And there were 52 of them. At any one time, the population of breeding males within the confines of the Fertilisation Sector numbered around 78,000 males, every single one of which as naked as the day they were born.

The two women guided the boys along a street between two ranks of barrack buildings that almost resembled some kind of unnatural canyon of brick and concrete, the whole place had a very austere and utilitarian feel to it. It was a far cry from the brighter colours and the softer, friendlier architecture of the dormitory houses in the Rearing Sector. Each building was crowned with a veritable forest of trees, planted to help with maintaining the internal atmosphere and to provide a little softness to the otherwise stark environment. The group was eventually assembled outside one of the buildings that bore a large sign next to its main entrance - BARRACK BLOCK 27.

The two women ushered the boys inside and up two flights of stairs to floor C. Once on the landing, where a sign announced that they were outside barrack 27C, Teague addressed the group.

"Right then boys, welcome to your new home for the next five years." The woman announced, "This barrack is just one of the 260 barracks inside the accommodation zone. Every week one barrack is emptied as its occupants are discharged, and another group is brought in to replace them. Last week it was barrack 27D upstairs that was discharged, and next week it is the males in barrack 27B downstairs turn to be discharged. Each barrack can accommodate a maximum of 300 males and has showers, toilets and a common room. You shall be expected to maintain this barracks in pristine condition - snap inspections are carried out and the entire floor will be punished if any part of it does not come up to scratch. The dining facilities are located in the mess facility over in the northern end of this dome and is open between 07:00 and 20:00 hours. There are three main sittings for breakfast, lunch and dinner, but the mess is open throughout the day and you may visit the mess hall at any time you wish between those hours. Some of you may be assigned to work in the kitchens, if you are working in the kitchens you shall be expected to get up no later than 06:00 hours to ensure you arrive in plenty of time for the start of your shift. The rest of you should be up no later than 07:00. Lights out is at 22:00 hours sharp and you shall all be confined to the barrack until morning. Is that clear everyone?"

"Yes Mistress." Came the solemn reply of 300 male voices.

"Good, now find your bunk, use the toilets if you wish and meet us back here on the landing in 30 minutes. Go!"

The boys filed into their barrack. They passed through the communal showers, the only way in and out of the barrack, save for the fire escape at its far end, to ensure that all boys showered every single day. The communal showers opened up into a large dormitory with dozens of bunks on either side interspersed with large windows. Since there was no weather to keep out, the windows were not glazed in any way. Instead, each window opening was merely filled with a simple steel mesh to allow light in but to prevent anything, or anyone, from getting out. There were no lockers or any other furniture - personal possessions were totally forbidden and since the boys were to be naked at all times there was no need for any storage for clothes. The floor was plain grey polished concrete, but was warm underfoot thanks to the network of pipes that heated the room from below. At the far end of the barrack was a small common room with a few couches and a screen for showing movies and what little media the administrators of the breeding colony allowed, which was basically films produced within the colony by its in-house film unit.

Jim found his bunk, the number 758994 at the foot of the bed. The bunk below had the number 887621, which turned out to belong to Kulvinder, the boy he had spoken to earlier in the day before the decontamination process.

"Looks like we're bunk-buddies!" The Asian boy remarked cheerfully as he located his bunk.

"Yeah, looks like it." Jim sighed, already the Asian boy's unrelenting enthusiasm was beginning to grate, almost as much as his own persistently spontaneous erections. All through the various stages of decontamination the Asian boy had enthused about how he was looking forward to doing his bit in helping to rebuild the population of his racial sector. Jim decided not to make an issue of it, reasoning that his cheerfulness was probably just a mask, and that he was simply hiding his true emotions about being called into a life of being little more than a stud male. If only he could hide his erections as easily Jim thought to himself.

Half an hour later the latest battalion of breeding males, having reconvened as instructed on the landing, were then taken around the rest of the Fertilisation Sector by the two women. They were shown the mess hall and then the tour continued in the adjoining dome, accessed through a short tunnel that resembled a wide pedestrian underpass, lit by simple light fixtures along both sides. This area was the recreation zone, filled with all manner of sporting and leisure facilities. There was a fully equipped sports centre with tennis courts, badminton courts and squash courts, a 50m competition standard swimming pool, a smaller leisure pool with adjoining spa, a golfing range, a huge gymnasium with all manner of weights and exercise equipment, fitness studios, baseball diamonds, an athletics arena with full size running track and a full-size cricket pitch. In addition to the sports facilities there was the full-sized theatre where movies were occasionally shown and concerts and plays were performed, a large and well-stocked library, arts and crafts facilities, a games area and even a sub-tropical botanic garden. All of which were staffed and maintained by the males when they were not in service in the mating zone. One thing was for certain, they would not be short of things to do.

The final building they were shown housed the Fertilisation Sector administration department, where the day to day running of the Fertilisation Sector was managed. There were video and data links with the central administration sector, and it was here that the administrators set work rosters, managed shift patterns for the males individual jobs, such as those that worked in the garden or the kitchens or the sports facilities. Its most important function however, was assigning males to women for use in the mating zone and making sure that everyone was in the right place at the right time.

The tour over, the boys trudged tiredly back to their barracks. As his head came to rest upon his single pillow, his penis finally and mercifully flaccid once again, Jim was lost in thought. The near total silence in the rest of the room suggested that his fellow Copulators were likewise lost to their own thoughts as the reality of the next five years hit them. Now that the initial orientation was complete, all that remained was to be assigned whatever work duties they were to be given and of course, to wait for their first call-up to the mating zone. Outside the barracks, the once busy concourse was now all but devoid of people, only the occasional small groups of women in their simple white uniforms could be seen patrolling the pathways below. Every single barrack had been locked down for the night and an uneasy calm had descended. It occurred to Jim that he and his fellow males inside the so-called Fertilisation Sector were little more than livestock, a living commodity whose every movement must be controlled and logged and recorded. In the distant history of the human race, a male being labeled as a stud would've been seen as a badge of honour, but the reality of actually being a stud male was very different from the idealised vision of male virility and promiscuity the word suggested.

Jim's existence as a stud male had begun.

The First Day

The following morning, the inhabitants of barrack 27C were awoken, along with all the other males in the Fertilisation Sector's expansive barrack blocks, on the stroke of 07:00 by a peal of bells from the public address system.

"Everybody up, up, up!! Stand by your bunks! Come one move it, move it, move it!!" Officer Teague shouted as she barged her way through the double doors that led into the barrack with a hand scanner in her right hand.

The young males somewhat reluctantly complied and hauled themselves out of bed.

"Now means NOW!!" Teague barked, "Not after breakfast, not after lunch, NOW!!! Come on, move yourselves!!"

The boys quickened their pace until eventually each and every boy stood naked by the side of his bunk.

"Morning roll-call." Teague announced, "On my command you shall all turn around, bend over and present your behinds to be scanned. Only once all of you are accounted for are you allowed to leave this room. As soon as roll call is complete you are all to take a shower and then you are free to make your way to the mess for breakfast. Those of you who are assigned work duties should report no later than 08:30, those of you not assigned work duties today, the rest of your day shall be yours to do as you wish."

Teague powered up her scanner.

"Okay then. Turn around!" She commanded. All 300 young males did as they were told and turned around to face the wall.

"Bend over!" Came her next command. Every single boy in the room compliantly bent over, presenting their naked bottoms ready to be scanned.

A series of soft bleeps could be heard as Teague made her way from one end of the barrack to the other as she scanned the newly tattooed QR code on each boy's behind. Once she reached the far end of the barrack 150 boys later, she repeated the process on the other side of the room. Jim sighed resignedly as he stood bent over, waiting for her to come around and scan him. At least he wasn't having an erection at that precise moment - he thanked heaven for small mercies.

Once all of the young males had been scanned, Teague had them line up in two columns along the length of the barrack and instructed them to step forward in groups of thirty into the showers. Jim's earlier optimism about his persistently disobedient penis suddenly deserted him. With a groan, finding himself stood staring at the soft buttocks of the boy in front of him, Jim felt the familiar feeling of blood pulsing and filling the corpus spongiosum in his penis - he was having yet another erection.

Each boy was given precisely two minutes to shower thoroughly, using soap from a dispenser in the wall.




The Boys of Colony Theta Ch.09



Author's Note: 

This is the ninth chapter of The Boys of Colony Theta, where we continue Jim's story as he finds himself put into service in Colony Theta's Fertilisation Sector as a stud male charged with getting women pregnant and keeping the human race alive. 

All characters are over 18. Any resemblances to any person(s) or company(ies) depicted herein are entirely coincidental and unintended. (I pick names etc. totally at random!) 

I hope you enjoy Chapter Nine – please feel free to post comments and feedback (as long as it's nice :P ) 

The Boys of Colony Theta - Chapter 9: Jim's Story, Part 2 

A Poolside Revelation 

Jim looked up impassively at the naked woman above him as she pounded her hips down onto his helplessly restrained body. The woman, who had introduced herself as Bryony, seemed simply lost in her own world of sexual gratification as she rode upon him, desperately trying to coax him into fertilising her and making her pregnant. Jim, as always, felt like little more than a passenger on this particular sexual journey. 

It had been six months since he had first been admitted to the Fertilisation Sector of Breeding Colony Theta, and in that time Jim had come to notice that the women he was forced to mate with fell into a number of distinct categories. 

The first category of women was like Merry, the first woman he had mated with and had lost his virginity to six months earlier. They were always the reluctant ones who made it very clear that they didn't really want to be there, that getting pregnant wasn't particularly high on their list of priorities. They always had sex with him in the end however, albeit under duress. 

The second category were those that liked to make it very clear in no uncertain terms that they seriously objected to the UGC's interference in their lives in forcibly drafting them in to the breeding program. He had so far encountered only one of these women, though he was sure there were more like her out there. Upon entering the mating suite she point blank refused to have sex. When it became clear, after numerous barked orders through the address system in the room, that she would not comply, two officers from the sector security team came in and forcibly removed her from the room to an uncertain fate. Jim supposed it was perfectly feasible that she had ended up in jail, given the security officers body language when they took her away. Jim thought at the time that he had got off lightly on that occasion, but he was sadly mistaken. For failing to at least try and encourage the woman into having sex with him, the disciplinary board sentenced him to 24 hours in solitary confinement - even though none of it was actually his fault. 

The third category of women were those that were only too happy to be 'doing their bit for the good of the species' and couldn't wait to get pregnant and have a baby growing inside them. They more often than not were the youngest women he encountered, the youngest of which had only just turned nineteen the week before she had been called up. Unbeknownst to Jim, these were often the most indoctrinated women; those that were very much in the thrall of the UGC's subliminal mind-control and regarded males like Jim as little more than ornaments that were there to be looked at and used for their own gratification. 

And then there were women like Bryony, the fourth category. They were always the overly enthusiastic ones, the ones who rode him with such zeal and ferocity that having sex with them was more often than not an uncomfortable experience for him. His hips had to bear the repeated blows of her body slamming down on him as she rode him with an intense fervour, desperately coaxing him to cum inside her so that they could repeat the process as many times as possible during the three days they had together, locked inside the mating suite. 

And all the while he remained totally unmoved about having sex with women, his body simply responded to the external stimuli the women's bodies delivered to him. Six months in to their breeding service, his fellow barrack-mates had also started to make noises about how they were beginning to feel less and less emotion each time they were called into the mating zone. For Jim, that lack of emotion had been there from the start. Gradually, as more and more of his fellow males came to the conclusion that sex no longer held any novelty for them, the amount of masturbation around the barrack seemed to increase. 

He had now lost count of the amount of times he had entered the toilets to find boys with their stiff penises in hand, pumping away with a determined expression on their faces, desperate to experience some form of sexual gratification on their own terms. Occasionally, Jim had joined in with groups of boys as they sat themselves down on the floor of the toilet block; the only part of the barracks where there were no security cameras, and masturbated with each other. The absence of security cameras may have afforded them with privacy from the gaze of the camera operators, but the wristbands they wore had sensors inside them that knew exactly what they were up to and exactly how often. Even if they tried using their other hand, the wristbands were so sensitive that they could still pick up what they were doing, simply by recording their heart rate and body temperature. Masturbation amongst the boys was tolerated by the breeding colony authorities, but only up to a point. Any more than twice a week and a boy could find himself in trouble. 

The breeding colony authorities decreed that a boy could only 'seek his own pleasure' a maximum of two times per week. Any more than that was seen as a waste of perfectly good semen that could have been better put to use in the mating zone. This policy had been very much brought to Jim and his barrack-mates attention when one of their number, a boy named Isaac, had dared to masturbate for a third time in the space of a week. He found himself being hauled off by a detachment of security officers whereupon he spent the ensuing two weeks in solitary confinement, his hands cuffed behind his back the entire time to prevent him from masturbating during his lonely incarceration. When he returned it soon became clear that the experience had changed him profoundly. 

It had been three months since his first meeting with Ellen, one of the Conceiving Sector's two duty counselors. Having explained his lack of emotional engagement with having sex with women to her, coupled with the recurring dreams he had about the beast that chased him and the boy that rose naked out of the water before him, she had told him that he was most likely gay. It had come as a shock to him at the time, such was his subconscious mental suppression and self-denial about his feelings for other boys, but it all made sense to him now, and he looked upon his fellow males with different eyes. 

They weren't lustful eyes; as though he now viewed every boy as a potential conquest, instead he found himself looking at other boys to determine if they showed the same kind of body language he was now aware of in himself that may indicate if they shared the same attraction to their fellow males that he had. And he had spotted many such males, analysing the way they looked at other males, and more than a couple of times he had turned a corner to find two boys kissing each other in a quiet spot. 

He found that outside of the mating zone he had a newfound confidence about him, a swagger in his step, a renewed sense of vigour that had eluded him for so long. But there was a problem however. Despite his newly acquired confidence he could still not manage to say the words "I'm gay" to another living soul. Several times he had resolved to broach the subject with his friend Kulvinder, but each time either the time was wrong or the place was wrong, or some other factor that seemed to inhibit his coming out. He wanted to, of that he was now certain, he didn't want to live in denial any longer but at the back of his mind he was nervous about how the other males would take it once word got out that he was gay. 

He knew of several other males in his barrack that were gay but they had always been out from the very beginning, and despite their common interest he didn't feel comfortable enough to communicate with them just yet. The one boy he felt comfortable talking to was his bunkmate Kulvinder. Certainly, the Asian boy could sometimes be a little irritating with his relentlessly sunny outlook on life, but he had proven himself to be a loyal friend to Jim on a number of occasions and the two of them had formed a strong fraternal bond with each other. Out of everyone in the barrack he shared with 299 other young males, Kulvinder was the only one he really engaged with. 

But how to breach the subject of his sexuality to the Asian boy? 

Jim suddenly realised that Bryony, the woman on top of him, had stopped. He looked up at her, noticing that her chest was heaving as she gasped for breath. With what little movement he had, he managed to lift his head up to look down to where his body was joined with hers. He saw his erect penis, still snugly inside the woman's vagina, only the very base of his shaft was visible amongst the folds of her flesh and her dense bush of dark brown pubic hair, and noticed the excess of semen that had gathered there. He had cum in her without even realising it, without even really feeling it. 

After a minute or two she lifted herself off of him, causing his wilting erection to slap wetly onto his belly. She stretched, yawned, and then disappeared into the small bathroom. He could clearly hear the sound of her urinating as she sat herself down on the toilet followed by the gushing sound of the flush a few moments later. Then he heard her turn the water on in the shower cubicle, causing a gentle cloud of steam to waft into the mating suite. She had just left him there, strapped down on the riding bench without so much as a passing thought as to whether she ought to release him. The sound of her urinating and the sound of the shower had set off in him a desperate need to pee. He tried to fight it but the feeling in his bladder was much too strong. He strained at his bonds but of course it was no use, the webbing straps that secured him had been designed to withstand everything that the even the strongest of women could throw at them, a weak and feeble male stood no chance of escaping from them. Eventually he could stand no more. 

"Excuse me, Mistress!" He called out. 

No reply was forthcoming, the sound of the water splashing onto the floor of the shower continued unabated. 

"Excuse me, Mistress!!" He repeated a little louder. 

Still no acknowledgement of his predicament was forthcoming. Still the fire in his bladder refused to diminish. 

"MISTRESS!!" He cried. 

The woman stepped out of the bathroom, dripping wet and glistening in the soft light as tiny droplets of water clung to her skin. 

"What is it? What do you want?" She said tersely, obviously annoyed that he had dared to interrupt her shower. 

"Please Mistress, I need to use the toilet." Jim said, trying not to sound like he was pleading too much. 

The woman sighed. 

"Whatever." She said, and she knelt down and began freeing him from the restraints. 

"Thank you Mistress." Jim said gratefully as he sat up while she unfastened the restraints around his ankles. 

"Just be quick." She said as she unclipped the last of the restraints that held him down. 

As soon as he was able, he stood and stepped inside the tiny bathroom. He stood before the toilet bowl, lifted the seat and then finally relaxed his sphincter. He groaned in satisfaction as he felt the relief of his urine flow from his penis and into the water in the toilet bowl. In the mirror in front of him he could see Bryony behind him, watching him urinate with a smirk on her face. 

"I love seeing males pee." She said wistfully, "It looks so cute!" 

As his stream of urine dissipated into a dribble and then into a last few drops, he shook his penis to release the last couple of drops and then flushed the toilet. 

"Finished?" She asked. 

"Yes, thank you Mistress." Jim replied politely, as was expected of him. 

"Good." Bryony said flatly. She picked him up in her strong female arms and carried him back to the riding bench where she laid him out and strapped him down once again. As soon as she had finished tightening up the final strap, she returned to the bathroom to finish showering. 

And then she rode him again. 

Back in the utilitarian surroundings of their barrack a few days later, Jim decided he would try and mention something to Kulvinder about boys being attracted to other boys, to try and test the water and gauge the Asian boy's reaction. But not here, Jim decided, it had to be somewhere more private. The trouble was, private spaces in the Conceiving Sector were, entirely by design, few and far between. The only chance he stood was if he managed to corner the boy in a quiet corner of the mess hall or in the common room at the far end of their barrack. In the end, it was a table and chairs by the side of the swimming pool one Saturday afternoon where their discourse finally took place. 

Jim felt a lump in his voice as he took the plunge. 

"Kul, when you were growing up in your dorm block, did any of the other boys... sort of... like being together... more than others?" Jim asked coyly. 

"How do you mean?" Kulvinder replied. 

"Did they ever... erm... you know... kiss each other and stuff?" Jim said, almost in a whisper. 

"Kiss each other??" The Asian boy said, a little too loudly for Jim's liking. 

"Yeah, you know... kissing... and stuff." 

"What sort of stuff?" 

"Erm... holding hands... that sort of thing." Jim clarified, not wanting to go into anything graphic or inappropriate when discussing young boys. 

Kulvinder appeared to think for a minute. 

"I guess." He said eventually, "Why do you ask?" 

"No, I was just wondering that's all." Jim said dismissively. 

A long pause ensued as they sat and watched the other boys swimming lengths from one end of the pool to the other. As Jim gazed at the sight of the many naked bottoms of the boys in the pool he felt the familiar stirring in his loins. It was a good job he was sat down with his lower half hidden under the table. 

"Kul?" 

"Yeah?" 

"What did you think about it?" 

"About what?" 

"About those other boys... about them kissing each other." 

Jim braced himself for his friends answer. The Asian boy seemed to take an eternity to ponder Jim's enquiry. 

"It was fine I guess." Kulvinder said eventually, "They weren't doing anything wrong. Not as far as I was concerned, live and let live." 

"So... it doesn't bother you then? Two boys... you know... doing stuff with each other?" 

"No." Kulvinder replied flatly. 

Another silence ensued for a few moments. 

"Jim?" 

"Hmmm?" 

"Is there... is there something you're trying to tell me?" 

The Asian boy was obviously very perceptive. 

Jim remained silent, wondering whether or not to simply say those words he had both wanted, and dreaded, to say. 

"Kulvinder I..." Jim began before the lump in his throat cut off his voice. He looked up at the milky white ceiling of the immense dome hundreds of metres above them, closed his eyes for a moment and willed his vocal cords to relax. 

"I..." He tried again, but just as immediately felt his voice abandon him once more. 

Finally he sighed deeply and brought his head down to look his friend in the eye. 

"I'm gay." He said finally and firmly. 

Another period of silence followed as the Asian boy digested this sudden revelation. All around them the sounds of the swimming pool - the splashing of young males swimming and playing in the water, of the sounds of the tennis courts beyond and the general hustle and bustle of the recreation zone, filled the air. But between the two boys sat at the table by the pool an uneasy silence reigned. 

"You? You're..." Kulvinder stuttered eventually, "You're... gay??" 

Jim sighed. 

"Yes... I am." He confirmed eventually, steeling himself for whatever backlash, verbal or otherwise, he felt sure was about to ensue. 

Instead, there was nothing but the cacophony of poolside sounds as all around them the everyday life of the recreation zone continued unabated. 

"Wow." Was all Kulvinder said. 

"Look, Kulvinder, I..." Jim started before the Asian boy cut him off. 

"Hey, you don't have to explain anything okay. You're gay. So what?" 

"I... I'm sorry?" 

"Just because you're gay it doesn't change anything between us." Kulvinder said sagely, "I don't think any less of you if that's what you're worried about." 

Jim's heart soared at his friend's comforting words. 

"If anything, it makes me even more proud to be your friend!" Kulvinder added. 

"Proud? How?" Jim asked. 

"Proud that you can open up to me about something so personal over all the other thousands of males in here!" The Asian boy replied, smiling broadly. 

"Well, I never thought that..." 

"Anyone could ever be proud to call you a friend?" Kulvinder said, cutting Jim off in mid-flow. 

"No, I never thought that you'd be so accepting about me being... y'know... gay and all." Jim said. 

"It's not a problem for me." Kulvinder said in all seriousness, "You are who you are. I'm not your friend because of whether you fancy women or other males; I'm your friend because I like your company. I'm your friend because we both like doing the same things. We both like the same kinds of books to read, we both like the same foods, and we both enjoy just hanging around in the botanical garden. We both enjoy swimming... otherwise we wouldn't be here right now." 

"I guess." Jim reasoned as he looked out over the pool. 

"Speaking of which, have you decided whether or not to join the swim team yet?" Kulvinder asked. 

"I will if you will." Jim answered, "Coach Collins reckons I have great potential." 

"Good for you Jim!" Kulvinder enthused, "She said to me that I might make a good backstroke competitor. So who knows, we might one day end up competing together!" 

"Or against each other." Jim cautioned. 

Swimming competitions were held between four teams, each consisting of 1,000 males divided into five year groups. Competitions between teams were held annually with only the very best swimmers being chosen to represent their teams. It was one of many sporting competitions held within the Conceiving Sector to encourage positive attitudes towards sportsmanship and physical fitness. 

A momentary pause ensued as both boys' gazes were drawn back to the pool. 

"You don't... I mean, well... you don't erm... sort of... fancy me... do you?" Kulvinder asked nervously. 

"Fancy you?" Jim replied, "Oh Goddess no! Er, I mean, it's not that you aren't attractive or... or erm... fit. I mean you're a good looking boy and all... but I don't look at you in that way." 

"I'm pleased to hear it!" Kulvinder said with a chuckle, "Cause there's no way I ever want to feel your hard cock sliding up my arse!!" 

The tone of the Asian boy's voice clearly implied that he was trying to be humorous. As soon as Jim detected that Kulvinder wasn't in any way trying to be disrespectful, he got the joke and both boys descended into an outbreak of giggles. 

"So... is there anyone in here that you do have your gay eyes on?" Kulvinder asked once their brief spell of laughter died down. 

"Well, yes and no I guess." Jim confessed. 

"Yes and no?" Kulvinder enquired, "How do you mean?" 

"Well... there's this one boy. He's tall with bright blonde hair and deep blue eyes. He has the most amazing figure and well..." Jim felt himself blushing furiously as he prepared to whisper the next part of his description, "He has a cock to die for!!" 




The Boys of Colony Theta Ch.09



"Anyone I know?" Kulvinder enquired. 

"Well that's just it." Jim replied, "I have no idea who he is either. I thought I found him a while back when I was on my way to the mating zone, but it definitely wasn't him. I don't even know if he's real." 

"Real??" 

"I've only ever seen him in my dreams." Jim admitted, "But I'm sure he must be out there somewhere. I feel sure that I'm destined to find him, you know?" 

"Like some kind of force wants you to be with him you mean?" Kulvinder asked. 

"I don't know." Jim said as he pondered, "Maybe - if you believe in that hippie spiritual sort of stuff." 

"Sorry dude, I couldn't help it - my people were always very spiritual." Kulvinder said with a smile. 

Jim sighed loudly. 

"I dunno. It's all so uncertain - I hate uncertainty... makes me feel uncomfortable y'know?" 

"Hey, you shouldn't feel like you have to keep yourself for this boy, whoever he is." Kulvinder said, placing a consoling hand on Jim's shoulder, "You should try to find someone in here that you can share your gayness with." 

"Share my gayness with??" Jim replied in disbelief. 

"You know what I mean!" Kulvinder said with a nudge, "There must be loads of other gay males in here, I'm sure you'll find someone to be with." 

"Perhaps." Jim mused. 

"So then, are we signing up for the swim team or what?" Kulvinder asked. 

"Yeah. Let's do it." Jim said after a moments thought. 

Screening, Miles and Swimming Trials 

"Attention barrack 27 Charlie, you are all to report to the infirmary level for your six-monthly health screening." The duty officer barked at the naked occupants of Jim's barrack following morning roll call, "Those who are currently serving in the mating zone shall be screened next week." 

Her name was Ethel Harman and she shared the rotational duty of overseeing the Copulators of barrack 27C with Officer Teague in a one-month-on, one-month-off basis. It was clear to all of them that she had a particular disdain for males - as though she regarded them as subhuman in a way. Except when she was riding them - being a regular customer at several nearby Maisons. She was a fully paid-up agent of the UGC's Correctness Corps - a sort of undercover thought-police charged with making sure that the women of the world toed the party line when it came to the UGC's political view of women being superior and males being inferior. They didn't have the power to arrest women for 'incorrectness of thought or deeds', to use the UGC's terminology, but they were skilful in using shaming tactics to attack women who showed any signs of not complying with the government's view of how males should be treated. 

Believing that males were in any way equal to women was deemed as 'unwomanly', and to live with such a label brought shame upon not just a woman who displayed such 'incorrectness', but to all those around her, such as friends and family as well. The social stigma of being 'unwomanly' was a woman's worst nightmare, so being careful what one said in public about how males should be treated was of primary consideration in their lives. It wasn't just the males of the world that were under the oppressive thumb of the United Global Council, the women were oppressed too in their own way. 

Women like Harman were deeply unpopular amongst the female population of the world, so members of the Correctness Corps were careful to conceal their identity from their peers. It not only ensured that they wouldn't be attacked on the street but it also created a perpetual air of suspicion - after all, the woman sat next to you on the HoverTram or in a café or simply on the street, could be a CC agent. Of course, there were plenty of women out there that viewed themselves as 'progressive' when it came to treating males with more respect and with less inequality, but they were always mindful to keep their views to themselves when in public. 

Once Harman had seen them all through the showers at the end of the barrack, she escorted them down to the subterranean infirmary level 100 feet underground. She ushered all 200 of them (the remaining 100 serving in the mating zone at that moment) into the health screening and sampling centre. The room was a large hall with chairs in the middle surrounded by 25 individual cubicles, each containing an examination bed, a set of scales, a table upon which was set a selection of implements, and a very strange device that Jim had never seen before. Inside each cubicle sat a technician, dressed in the familiar green uniform of the infirmary staff. The only thing that separated the cubicle from the rest of the room was a simple curtain. 

"Sit and wait until your number is called." Harman instructed tersely. And with that parting missive, she took her leave. 

"Bitch." Kulvinder remarked with a snigger as he sat down next to Jim in one of the many plastic chairs. 

"Tell me about it!" Jim chuckled in response, "I mean, I'm no fan of Mistress Teague but compared to Harman she's the lesser of two evils!" 

"014582?" One of the technicians called from the first cubicle. 

The boy whose number had been called stepped up and walked over to the cubicle. As soon as he was inside, the technician drew the curtain closed. Over the following few minutes, more and more young males were called forward into their individual cubicles where their assigned technician awaited them. 

"758994?" One of the medical technicians called out. 

"Well, that's me." Jim said to Kulvinder with a sigh. He rose to his feet and started towards the cubicle. 

"Good luck my friend!" Kulvinder called as Jim stepped away. 

"Thanks Kul, and good luck when it's your turn!" Jim called back in reply. 

Jim stepped nervously into the examination cubicle. As soon as he was inside, the dark-haired technician swished the curtain closed. Moments later she had scanned Jim's naked behind to confirm his identity. 

"Good morning 758994, my name is Cara and I'll be examining you today." The technician said as she sat in her chair, "Pop yourself up onto the bed there, that's a good boy. I understand this is your first examination in the Fertilisation Sector. Now, just to reassure you it won't be much different to the examinations you were given in the Raising Sector, but the way we collect samples from you is a little less private than you will have experienced before."  

"In what way Mistress?" Jim enquired. 

"Well, back in the Raising Sector as you will no doubt remember, whenever you were asked to produce a urine sample, the technician gave you a little sample pot that you could fill in the privacy of the toilet. Here however, everything needs to be witnessed in order to verify that there is no tampering with any of the samples." 

The technician pointed towards a strange bowl-like alcove in the wall. 

"That's where this comes in." She said, "It's basically just like a regular urinal except that instead of flushing your urine away down the drain, it collects a sample of it in a bottle ready for analysis in the labs." 

She opened a small panel below the little alcove to reveal that a small clear plastic bottle had been fixed into a short diversion pipe below an automatic valve. 

"All you need to do is just urinate normally and the machine will collect your sample and automatically seal it and send it off for analysis." Cara explained, "So if you'd just like to come and stand here for me please and we'll get things started." 

"Yes Mistress." Jim said with a resigned sigh, "How long does all this take?" 

"It should only take half an hour or so, but the sooner we make a start the quicker you can be on your way." Cara said, beckoning him to stand before the urinal. 

Jim did as he was told and positioned himself before the bowl-like alcove in the wall. 

"Don't forget to pull your foreskin back." Cara instructed. 

He hardly needed reminding - all boys growing up within the sterile confines of Breeding Colony Theta were constantly told of the importance of maintaining rigorous personal hygiene, retracting their foreskins whenever they urinated was just one more thing they were encouraged to do by the matrons that had raised them. 

Jim stood and dutifully pulled back his foreskin, exposing the soft pinkish flesh of his glans to the open air. He relaxed his muscles and within moments his urine began to stream into the waiting bowl. Urine tests were nothing new of course, in the world outside the breeding colony they were commonly carried out by Enforcers during stop-and-scan procedures. In those instances they used portable kits that collected the male's urine via a tube inserted a couple of inches into the subject's penis. With more time to conduct tests and more space in which to collect samples, the facilities in the infirmary were larger, more accurate and produced much more reliable results. 

Jim could clearly hear the little valve flick open to divert his urine stream into the little bottle and then flick closed a moment later when it was full, and diverting the remainder of his urine down into the drain. The technician simply watched on, it was difficult to get excited about something she saw almost every day of her working life. Once upon a time, the sight of a young male relieving himself before her eyes ignited in her a passion that could not easily be extinguished without having to excuse herself for some 'personal time' in the female toilets. That was a long time ago however, when she was a fresh-faced new recruit into the health screening team. Twenty years on, what fascination she once had for seeing the adorable young males urinating before her had worn off many years before. 

As Jim shook the last few persistent drops of urine from the tip of his penis, Cara instructed him to mount the examination bed. She proceeded to put him through a barrage of tests, checking all of his joints, every inch of his skin for any lesions or signs of injury, his ears, his eyes, his mouth and teeth, she checked his reflexes, checked his blood pressure and blood sugar level and took a sample of his blood and his saliva. She spent several moments listening to his chest as she instructed him to inhale and exhale deeply, listening out for any signs of respiratory problems. She checked his testicles for any anomalies and instructed him to turn his head and cough in order to check for any hernias. 

"Just a couple more things to do and then you can be on your way, okay Poppet." Cara said as she slipped on a fresh pair of latex examination gloves. "Hop down from the table and then turn to face it and bend over for me, there's a good boy." 

Jim did as instructed and bent over the examination table. 

"I'm just going to check your prostate, it may feel a bit uncomfortable but it shouldn't hurt, okay." 

Jim had never had his prostate examined before, it would turn out to be an eye-opening experience. He felt the gloved hand of the technician parting his buttocks and moments later felt the index finger of her other hand, covered in something cold and slippery, begin to probe at his anus. 

"Just breathe normally and relax, if you loosen your bowel a little my finger should slip inside you much easier." Cara instructed. 

The feeling of the woman's large feminine finger invading his anal sphincter and wriggling up into his rectum was a new one for Jim. It didn't feel too uncomfortable - in fact it even felt quite arousing. So much so in fact, that he felt himself begin to firm up as a rush of blood filled his erectile tissues. Cara sought out his prostate, the walnut-sized gland that is unique to males, and checked it for any signs of enlargement or any inconsistencies in its surface texture. Even though the breeding males were far too young to be at elevated risk from prostate cancer, the UGC's Global Fertility and Repopulation Authority mandated the checking of all its stock of breeding males for any prostate related problems that might hinder their reproductive capabilities. 

"Nearly done Flower." Cara said as she probed around inside Jim's back passage, "There's a good boy." 

Jim breathed a sigh of relief as Cara slipped her gloved hand out of him. 

"Well, you certainly have a very healthy prostate." She remarked as she pulled off the latex gloves and tossed them into a small yellow bin for disposal. She noticed Jim's naked phallus standing to attention as he turned around to face her, "Ah, I see you are nicely erect, which is just as well because all that's left for us is to take a sample of your semen." 

She wheeled across the strange looking device he had first noticed as he stepped into the cubicle. It stood around waist height and had a small touchscreen on its top surface. On either side of it was a pair of sturdy looking handles. It somewhat resembled the scales she had stood him on earlier in the examination to check his weight and height but with one clear difference; just below its screen was a circular orifice made of some form of soft silicone material. 

"Just stand in front of the sampler and hold on to the handles on either side." Cara instructed, "And then just slip your penis into the hole and it will do the rest for you. Once you have inserted yourself into it, a small tube will insert itself into your urethra and the machine's motors will begin to stimulate your penis. On the screen in front of you will be a timer, counting down from four minutes. It is important that you try not to ejaculate until the timer reaches zero, is all that clear Pretty One?" 

"Erm... yes." Jim replied nervously. 

"Once you have inserted yourself it won't release you until you have ejaculated. It may feel a bit strange to begin with but you'll soon get used to it." 

Cara sniggered a little. 

"It should come as no surprise to you that most boys in here tell me this is their favourite part of the examination!" She chortled jovially, "Okay Sweetie, slip yourself in when you are ready." 

Jim took hold of the device's handles and brought his penis to its orifice. It felt warm and soft, much like the fleshy folds of a woman's vagina, which Jim supposed it was designed to mimic. As he began to slip himself into it he felt it start to gently pull his penis in until his entire shaft was sucked into it. He felt several soft ridges inside it pull his foreskin back automatically. He could see none of this of course, as his erection was contained within the metal and plastic confines of the machine. Certainly, if he could have seen the small flexible tube, which then wriggled and extended inside it towards his meatus like a small synthetic worm, he would almost certainly have recoiled in horror. 

He let in a sharp gasp as the tube found the tiny slit-like opening at the head of his penis and forced its way inside. Only a couple of inches of tube was inserted into him but to Jim it felt like a whole metre, such was the sensitivity he had down there. As soon as the tube had finished inserting itself, the motors inside the machine came to life and started to automatically masturbate him. The timer on the screen began to count down. 

"Feels a bit weird doesn't it!" The technician remarked with a chuckle. 

"Yeah, hahh!! Ooooh!!" Jim replied. 

He felt wave after wave of delicious stimulation ripple up and down his erection as the motors inside the machine kneaded and caressed his shaft. Tiny jolts of electricity, from numerous metal contacts within the device, passed through his glans and his frenulum, tickling the most delightfully sensitive spots on his body and delivering a fizzing sensation that felt wonderfully sensuous. 

There is often some debate as to what the male equivalent of the G-spot is and where it may be located. There are those of course who cast doubt that such a thing as a male G-spot even exists. Some believe it to be the prostate gland, located between the base of the bladder and the base of the penis. Others believe it to be at the perineum, the soft pad of sensitive flesh between the anus and the scrotum. Some believe it to be on the head of the penis, around the corona and especially the tiny delta-like piece of sensitive flesh called the frenulum, where the foreskin attaches to the head of the penis. While it may be open to debate as to whether any of them are the fabled male equivalent to the G-spot, one thing is most definitely for certain; they all feel wonderful when stimulated in just the right way. And right at that moment as the machine caressed and stroked his engorged phallus, Jim was sure of where his G-spot was. He was about to experience an almighty orgasm. 

The handles on the machine's sides contained sensors, similar to those inside the red wristbands that all Copulators were forced to wear, that monitored his heart rate, his body temperature and his hormonal levels, all by analysing subtle changes through his skin, and adjusted the level of stimulation it delivered accordingly. As it felt its test subject begin to approach orgasm, it backed off to prevent the male from climaxing too soon, not allowing its various motors and internal workings to coax the owner of the organ within it to the precipice of ejaculatory inevitability until the timer reached zero. 

Jim panted and gnashed his teeth as the machine worked its magic, it felt unbelievably good; the most pleasure he had felt since entering the Fertilisation Sector. He was loving every second of it. 

Cara just sat in her seat and read from a book on her palmscreen - she had seen it all before of course. 

As the timer counted down the last few seconds, Jim was entering a near delirious state of arousal... he was ready to cum. He was so ready cum! 

5, 4, 3, 2, 1, 0. 

As soon as the timer reached zero it suddenly seemed to go into overdrive. Its motors and servos whirred and pulsed and twitched to give the final push needed to coax Jim into orgasm. Within seconds he felt a tidal wave of tingling sensation engulf his entire body, from the top of his head to the tips of his toes. He felt his pelvis involuntarily thrust forward repeatedly, causing his hips to slap against the machine. 

"Uuuuuurrrrrggggghhhhh!!" Jim groaned with a guttural fervour as he came, his semen pulsing forth from his penis and sucked through the tube into the bowels of the machine. His knuckles where white from gripping the handles tighter than he had ever gripped hold of anything before, as though holding on for dear life whilst hanging from a trapeze 1,000 feet above a floor covered with deadly spikes. 

In just a few short seconds it was all over. But what an amazing few seconds they were! Jim slumped forward, his penis still lodged firmly in the machine as it came to a halt. Inside it, the machine automatically sucked his emission through its tube and into a small collection pot. Once it beeped to confirm that it had finished its cycle, Cara stood and opened a flap on the back of the machine and extracted the sample pot. 

"Hmm... looks like a very healthy sample." She remarked as she examined the milky greyish-white deposit inside the pot. She pressed a button on the machine's touchscreen, which automatically retracted the sample tube from Jim's penis, an action that caused him to yelp softly as it removed itself from him. 

"Right, that's everything." Cara said as she pulled out the sample tube and inserted a fresh one from a sterile package ready for the next boy, "You are now free to go. See you in six months." 

Jim slipped his gradually softening penis out of the machine and stood back. 

"Am I... healthy enough?" He asked the technician. 

"You're a very healthy boy 758994." Cara replied with a warm smile as she opened the curtain with a swish. 

As he left the cubicle he looked for his friend Kulvinder but could not see the Asian boy. He did however hear him, grunting and huffing and no doubt in the throes of joyful stimulation from the semen-sampling machine. With a smile, he turned and left the screening hall. 




The Boys of Colony Theta Ch.09



As he strolled through the corridors back towards the surface, he met a familiar face coming in the opposite direction. 

"Hello 758994!" Ellen, the colony counselor said brightly, "How are things?" 

"Erm... very good thank you Mistress." He replied politely. 

"I'm glad to hear it!" She said with a maternal smile, "Did you... y'know... pluck up the courage to come out to anyone?" 

"I did as it goes, but only to my friend Kulvinder though." Jim answered. 

"Well, it's a start I guess. How did he take it?" 

"He was cool with it - he barely batted an eyelid when I told him I was gay." 

"See, I told you it'd be okay!" Ellen smiled. 

"We've both signed up for the swim team, we shall be going through trials next month to see if we can be entered for the swimming gala next month." 

"Wow, well, I wish you the best of luck. I might even come up and cheer you on if you get selected." 

"Thanks, I'd like that." Jim replied, feeling a warmth in his heart that he had not felt for a long time. Out of all the women he had encountered in the Fertilisation Sector, Ellen was the closest thing to the matrons that had raised him in the Rearing Sector and even though this was only the second time he had met her, he knew that he liked her immensely. 

"I've been thinking about your situation, about the dreams you've been having." Ellen continued as they walked along the corridor side by side, "I think I have something that might help you. Come by my room tomorrow afternoon, about 14:00 hours and I'll show you." 

"Thanks Mistress, I'll er... whatever it is I'm sure it'll be good." 

"Oh, it will be." Ellen replied with a soft chuckle, "Hopefully, it'll be very good for you!" 

Later that night, Jim lay awake in bed wondering what it was that Ellen had in mind that would be 'very good' for him. Was it some form of medication to control his dreams? Maybe it was some kind of behavioral therapy to help him. Whatever it was, the anticipation of what it was that Ellen had in store prevented him from drifting off, and so he lay tossing and turning in his bunk whilst those around him slept peacefully. 

The next morning, following his sleepless night, Jim was in a crabby mood. He had snapped at Kulvinder for no good reason, the Asian boy was just being his usual outgoing self but Jim had taken umbrage at his cheerful demeanour that morning. All Kulvinder did was to say "Morning Jim, what a beautiful day eh?!?" Despite the boy's obvious sarcasm, Jim replied with a tirade of grouchy expletives. 

He made it up to the boy a little later on, explaining that his sleeplessness had caused him to arise in a foul mood that day. They spent the morning together in the pool, swimming length after length to practice for the upcoming swimming trials. Jim kept a close eye on the clock, not wanting to be late for his appointment with the counselor. 

"What do you think it is she wants to show you?" Kulvinder asked as they paused for a rest in the shallow end. 

"I honestly have no idea." Jim replied breathlessly. 

"You don't think she might be trying to do something to 'cure' you of your gayness?" 

"What? No! I mean... well, why would she? She told me herself that there's nothing wrong with being gay. Why would she want to cure me?" 

"Point taken." Kulvinder replied pragmatically. 

"Whatever it is I shall have no way of knowing until I meet her in her room." 

"What time did she say?" Kulvinder enquired. 

"14:00 hours." 

"Time for another twenty lengths then!" Kulvinder said brightly, and immediately pushed off the side of the pool and straight into a rapid front crawl. 

Jim sighed and followed suit a few seconds later. 

One of the advantages of being kept in a state of permanent total nudity, if it could possibly be classed as an advantage, was the negating of the need to dry off and get changed following a session of swimming. As such, all Jim had to do was get out of the pool, pass through one of the automated air-drying booths and then head straight down towards the infirmary where the counselors office was located. He arrived at her door the very moment the clock ticked over to the appointed hour of his meeting with the counsellor. 

"Ah, hello 758994, please come on in." Ellen said warmly, inviting him into the confines of her office that she shared with her colleague. Like all the staff of the Fertilisation Sector, she shared her job role with another woman on a monthly rotation. The counselor's office was one of the few places in the entire breeding colony that wasn't under the constant scrutiny of surveillance. There was a strict rule; what happens in the counselor's office stays in the counselor's office. 

Jim followed the woman inside and was surprised to find that there was already another boy in the room, obviously in the middle of a consultation. 

"Oh, er... I'm sorry, am I too early? I didn't realise you were in the middle of an appointment. I'll erm... wait outside until you're done." Jim said and started to head back out into the corridor. 

"There's no need 758994, come on in and I shall explain." Ellen said as she implored Jim to join them inside. 

With a sigh he re-entered the room and stood by the side of the counselor's desk. Ellen closed the door and locked it. He recognised the boy almost immediately; he was one of the other boys that worked the same shift as him in the administration section's data entry/transfer suite. He hadn't spoken a single word to him in all the months they had been working in the same room, not through any intention of being antisocial; it was that they were nearly always too busy to talk. Even during their lunch break, the two would go their separate ways. Jim just assumed he preferred the company of his fellow barrack-mates. 

"Right, now that we're away from the gaze of the surveillance system, I can explain everything." She said as she sat down in her chair. 

"Jim, this is Miles." She said, introducing the boy sat on the couch, "I think you'll find the two of you have a lot in common." 

"How do you mean?" Jim asked. 

"Well, just like you he loves working with computers and enjoys all the other things listed on your personality file." 

"Personality file?" 

"All boys have a personality file." Ellen explained, "The surveillance system observes everything you do from the day you are born; what activities you spend most of your time doing, the books and films you enjoy, your food preferences, everything about you that makes you... you, basically. And according to the central database the two of you are a perfect match for each other." 

"Perfect match? You mean he's..." 

"Gay. Just like you." Ellen replied, anticipating the rest of his question, "Miles came to me about a year ago explaining that he was having lustful thoughts about the other boys in his barrack. Of course I explained to him, just as I did to you, that I suspected that he was gay." 

"I just broke down in tears!" Miles interjected, "It was like she could see right into my soul - I always thought I might be gay but I had always lived in denial. Ellen telling me that I was gay made me realise that it was pointless trying to kid myself any longer and to just face up and accept who I really am." 

"But for whatever reason, he couldn't manage to have the courage to come out to anyone." Ellen continued, "Which is why I think the two of you would be perfect for each other." 

"In what way?" Jim asked uncertainly. 

"Do I really need to spell it out?" Ellen replied with a smirk, "The two of you are definite boyfriend material for each other! What better way for you both to come out, than to come out together, as a couple!? Think about it - you're so compatible with each other and even if you both decide not to pursue a relationship together, you could still go out there together and support each other as friends with a common shared experience. So, how about it?" 

"I guess it wouldn't hurt." Jim reasoned, "But what if we get in trouble with the authorities?" 

"You won't." Ellen assured him, "Like I said there's no law against it, the only thing that isn't allowed is for boys to have sex together here in the colony - they can masturbate together and stuff but they can't actually have sex. Two boys having sex is deemed to be an extravagant waste of semen in here you see. Outside the colony it's a different matter, males are free to do whatever they want with each other. In fact there are women out there who love watching two young males making love to each other. They even pay for the pleasure of watching them!" 

"Really?!?!" Jim and Miles replied in astonished unison. 

"No word of a lie!" Ellen confirmed, "There are some very odd women out there! Anyway, how about it? Coming over all matchmaker here, how do the two of you feel about being a couple and coming out together? Do you boys fancy giving it a go?" 

"We-ell..." Jim mused. 

"I'd be up for it if you are." Miles said, "I mean look at you, you're bloody gorgeous!!" 

"No-one's ever called me that before!" Jim answered, feeling his cheeks inflame momentarily, "You're um... very good looking yourself!" 

Jim's words were truthfully honest; Miles was astonishingly beautiful in his eyes. He had dark brown hair that almost had an iridescent sheen and framed his beautifully proportioned facial features. He had deep brown eyes that held a soulful gaze, a pert nose that sat beautifully above his soft lips. Like all boys he kept himself clean-shaven at all times. His chest was beautifully defined, his pectorals crowned with dark pink nipples, his abdomen rippled with just a hint of a six-pack. He was clearly a boy who looked after his figure. Jim wasn't exactly unfit himself, but Miles had the kind of muscle tone he wished he had himself. 

His gaze went ever southward, Miles had a flat stomach with a perfectly shaped navel and his hips were as narrow as the ideal of masculinity dictated. His legs were long and shapely with the kind of powerful musculature that would have made him ideal as a sprinter. 

It was clear that this boy was in many ways very similar to the boy in his dreams, and in many others he was very different. One thing that was virtually the same however, was Miles's penis. He looked at the boy's organ, displaying the same skin tone, the same length of foreskin, the same total absence of pubic hair, the same softness of skin - it was almost as if it were a carbon copy. Only the size of his testicles was different, being a little smaller than the masculine ideal in his nocturnal fantasy. 

"Thanks, I kind of got the hint that you find me attractive!!" Miles said with a smirk as he pointed at Jim's crotch. 

Jim followed Miles's finger, he was immensely erect - drooling precum in a long sticky thread that danced around as his erection throbbed and pulsed. Instantly, Jim felt a further rush of heat in his cheeks as he blushed with embarrassment. 

"Hey, it's no bother Jim, I mean it appears I'm in no place to criticise!" Miles continued, his own penis gradually swelling and rising, pulsating slightly with his heartbeat as he became more and more erect with every passing second. 

"Well, it's clear that the two of you certainly have some sexual chemistry!" Ellen chortled. 

"So, what should we do then?" Jim asked nervously. 

"Just go out there together, hand in hand and just be... what you both are." Ellen said, "Two young gay males totally at ease with themselves and each other and not caring what others think about you. Except..." 

"Except what?" Miles asked. 

"Well, it might be a bit awkward if you both went out like... well, like that!" Ellen continued, pointing towards their erections, "The surveillance cameras would zero in on it as soon as you step out of this room, and it would only be a matter of time before questions were asked about what goes on in here. The authorities allow us to have this room as a private consulting space but only up to a point. If they got wind of anything inappropriate going on in here there'd be cameras installed in all four corners of the room in no time at all!" 

"So what do you suggest we do?" Jim asked. 

"There's only one thing you can do." Ellen answered flatly, "You'll both have to take care of it." 

"Take care of it?" Miles queried. 

"Yeah. Take care of it. You know..." Ellen answered, and to emphasise her point she mimed a masturbating action with her right hand, accentuated with a soft 'splut-splut' sound. 

Both boys recoiled in shock. 

"In here?!? Now?!?" Miles said aghast. 

"With you in here???" Jim added. 

"Hey, it isn't something I haven't seen before!" Ellen said defensively, "And the sooner you get it over with, the better." 

Both boys just stood in stunned silence; the only sound they could hear was their own heartbeats. And it was clear to both of them that their hearts were racing. They stood before each other and looked into each other's eyes for the first time, probing deep into the others soul. Neither of them could deny that there wasn't a spark between them - maybe Ellen was right, maybe they were ideally suited to each other. It wasn't exactly a rising orchestral swelling as some unseen string section reached an elaborately romantic crescendo, but neither could deny that there was something between them that they couldn't at that moment put their finger on. Whilst it was clear to Jim that Miles was not the boy that haunted his dreams, the vision of masculine beauty that stood before him was real and not the fantasy his mind had created. This boy was tangible, this boy was solid flesh and bone and not the result of a dream. 

And boy was he ever solid! Jim looked down to see Miles's erection, drooling with a crystalline thread of precum. Into Jim's field of vision, a hand came and grasped hold of the boy's erection, and just as quickly it gathered Jim's tumescent shaft, to bring the two boys into sensual contact. The hand belonged to Miles - Jim's gaze followed the hand, along the boy's arm toward his shoulder and alighted on the boy's undeniably pretty face. 

"We may as well." Was all Miles said. 

"I guess." Was all Jim could manage to croak meekly in reply, only just managing to utter the words around the lump that had suddenly developed in his throat. 

He felt warmth surrounding his erection as Miles's fist grasped hold of him, pressing it up against his own tumescence, rubbing them together. Never before had Jim ever fantasised anything like this. 

Neither of them knew that there was a word for what they were doing. French, some say, is the language of love, it's words and tones having a poetic, romantic quality that other foreign tongues don't seem to have. It comes as little surprise to many that French is officially classed as a Romantic language, alongside Spanish, Italian and other languages derived from Latin that had spread across Europe during the days of the Roman Empire. Frotting is derived from the French verb frotter, meaning 'to rub', which was exactly what Miles was doing to them at that precise moment. 

Jim looked down at Miles's hand as he frotted them both. Never before had he experienced something so erotic, so... heart-racingly amorous. The boy was only stroking them softly, their penises held together in his grasp, but Jim felt his heart racing as though he was on an immensely tall roller coaster, about to plummet into some kind of unknown void. For this was unknown territory for Jim, as it was for Miles also. Neither of them had ever engaged in anything that felt so exhilarating and emotionally charged before, neither of them had ever done anything so wantonly, brazenly erotic. In stark contrast to their enforced sexual intercourse in the mating zone, this felt right. It felt good. Better than good in fact, it felt absolutely sensational! 

Suddenly, Jim felt some kind of instinctual force come over him. Without thinking about it he felt himself bring his lips towards the boy that held his penis and kissed him softly on the lips. That brief explorative kiss quickly became a danse des langues as Miles opened his mouth to allow their tongues to entwine in a sensual pas de deux. In the heat of the moment they completely forgot about the woman sat in her chair watching the whole thing as the sexual scene unfolded before her eyes. 

Their kiss lasted for several long and sensual minutes, only pausing for a moment as both of them took a breath. The sexual fervour increased between them with every passing moment until Jim could feel the upwelling of a forceful orgasm. For the first time in his life, Jim was about to experience the full force of the male sexual zenith. 

The United Global Council had all but relegated the male orgasm to merely 'the release of seminal fluid from the penis of the male', whilst lauding the female orgasmic experience in exultant tones and flamboyant descriptions that eluded to what was perceived to be, in contrast to the male experience of sexual climax, a near earth-shattering experience. As a result, the women of the world cared little for the enjoyment of whatever male they were engaged with at any given moment. In the minds of the women that were truly enraptured under the spell of the UGC's thought-control and subliminal propaganda, males were for giving pleasure to their female superiors, and not necessarily for receiving it from them. A woman rarely asked a male "how was it for you?" it was merely assumed that he had enjoyed serving her. 

But when two males engaged with each other, it was a different story altogether. Freed from the shackles of female expectation, the two young males allowed their bodies to flourish in each other's arms and to experience the full, powerful extent of the male orgasm for the very first time in their lives. 

"Hahh-aaaahhhh!! Ummmmmfffff!! Oooooh-h-h-h-h!! Uuuurrrrrgggghhhh!! Hahh!!" Jim exulted as he erupted, his semen spewing forth and coating Miles's hand. Seconds later, the other boy joined him, erupting in a near-identical explosion of naked male orgasmic power. As their collective eruptions mixed together, Miles released their penises and the two boys embraced each other, their arms entwined as their hyper-sensitive post-ejaculatory penises rubbed together, lubricated by their orgasmic emissions that now coated each other's bellies. They kissed, long and sensually as they gradually came down from the exhilaration of their first ever experience of the full extent of male sexual potential. 

"Well, that wasn't exactly what I had in mind!" Ellen chortled, breaking the spell between the two boys and bringing them crashing back to reality with a resounding bump, "But it sure looked from here that it seems to have done the trick!" 

Both boys parted to reveal that they were no longer erect, their semen-coated penises returned to their normal flaccid state. Ellen took a handful of tissues from a box on her desk and offered them to the two boys to clean themselves up with. 

"Ugh, males are always so messy when they cum!" The counsellor chuckled in mock disgust, "It must be such a chore having to clean yourself up every time!" 

As the two boys wiped their own and each other's semen from their bellies and their penises, Ellen continued. 

"Being serious for a moment, I'm glad the two of you enjoyed yourselves. Remember though, outside this office you are under the constant gaze of the surveillance system so any further... erm... activity together must be kept to a minimum, understand?" 

"Yes Ellen." Both boys said in unison in reply to the counselor's cautionary tone. 

"Good, because I'd hate for either of you to get in trouble with the authorities." Ellen said gravely. 




The Boys of Colony Theta Ch.10



Achievement Unlocked 

The euphoric sense of achievement Jim had felt as the program he and Miles had put together finally cracked the elusive password was not to last very long. The system was due to shut down for the day in just over a minute, but there was just time to save the password in a discrete location, ready for the end of his next shift when there would hopefully be some time to finally discover what it was that the password was protecting. 

As the system finally went down for the day, there was the usual collective sigh of relief, stretching of aching muscles and sudden outbreak of chatter as the six naked young males completed another tiring shift in the data transfer suite. All Jim wanted to do was to get hold of Miles and tell him of their success in cracking the password. He knew he had to be careful however, discussing out in the open about hacking into what was obviously a very secure part of the breeding colony's server network would arouse the interest of the surveillance team in no time at all. And, following the recent incident with Officer Harman, he wasn't about to go taking stupid risks right now. So, at the earliest opportunity as they left the admin building, Jim took Miles by the hand and gathered him into a warm embrace. 

"Window." He whispered the code word they had agreed upon that signalled that he wanted to discuss something relating to their quest to crack the password. Miles nodded in acknowledgement, and then kissed Jim softly on the lips. 

Minutes later, in the toilet block of Miles's barracks, their usual venue for their clandestine silent pencil-and-paper discussions, Jim took the piece of paper, and the by then very blunt pencil that Miles handed him, and scribbled down a single word in large block capitals. 

"SUCCESS!!" 

Miles grinned broadly in reply and once more they embraced and kissed. This time however, instead of a soft meeting of lips, their kiss suddenly became inflamed and passionate. 

Their tongues entwined and caressed each other's, their hands went behind the other's head to bring them yet closer together, their breathing became heavy and in no time at all they were gasping for air. Needing to take a breath, their lips parted momentarily, a tiny thread-like strand of saliva briefly glistened in the light before breaking as they looked each other in the eye. Without even thinking about it, Jim felt himself reaching down across Miles's bare chest, grazing the young male's sensitive nipples, down his left flank and over his thigh until his hand alighted, almost inevitably, on his beau's smooth and totally hairless penis. 

As soon as he began to stroke the other male's organ, he felt it awakening from its flaccid slumber in his hand. The muscles within Miles's pelvis relaxed, allowing his blood to rush in and fill his erectile tissues with a pulsating warmth that increased by the second. Miles in return brought his own hand towards Jim's penis, to reciprocate and to express his love for the younger male. As each boy engorged within the other's hand, they embraced and kissed once more, this time softer and savouring the moment. 

As time passed, the gentle stroking motion each boy was delivering to the other gave way to more forceful pumping of fists as the two of them felt their ardour increasing exponentially with each passing second. They gazed into each other's eyes, probing deep into the other's soul, confirming the love they felt for each other. Miles wore a soft, almost vacant expression on his beautiful face as though nothing else in the world mattered to him at that moment, except for the sensation he was receiving from Jim and concentrating on returning it to the boy he loved in equal measure. Their breaths went from being slow and steadily deep, to being short and rapid gasps as they came closer and closer to their inevitable zenith. At that precious moment in time, the world around them seemed to melt away - in that stolen moment they weren't slaves, kept in permanent nudity and forced into repeatedly mating with women in order to sire children, they weren't second-class citizens in a female-dominated society under the oppressive thumb of a totalitarian extremist feminist government, they weren't trapped within a closed and sterile environment with no way out into the outside world. They were just two young males, deeply in love and sharing a precious moment of euphoria and joy. Jim loved Miles deeply, with every bone, muscle, sinew and fibre in his body. He loved him with his very soul, and wanted to give him all the pleasure he could possibly give him. 

Almost without warning, Miles's face suddenly turned from vacancy into a gnarled grimace as he reached the pinnacle of male orgasmic joy. He gasped and yelped and panted, his knees weakened as Jim's fist pumped away at his shaft rapidly, the other boy's hand almost a blur. And then... 

He came. Miles erupted, his emission hitting Jim right on his belly. One blast followed another as Miles ejaculated, his semen dribbled down Jim's front until it met with his own hand, suddenly offering a dose of slippery lubrication between his hand and Jim's own erection. His entire orgasm only lasted for five seconds, but such was the explosive intensity he had felt, it left him feeling warm and deeply satisfied. He hadn't realised that Jim had released his penis from his grasp until he had begun to come around to his senses. Without thinking, he got down on his knees and took the other boy's erection into his mouth, gripping hold of Jim's buttocks in order to pull him in. He tasted the salty-sweetness of his spend upon Jim's firmly engorged shaft. Under normal circumstances he would've felt repulsed by this, but these were most categorically not normal circumstances, and all he wanted was to give his boyfriend an unforgettable experience.  

Jim was startled as he felt Miles's lips close around his penis, he had never before experienced such a rush like it before. The concentration of nerve cells on his glans and his foreskin made him feel as though he could sense each and every one of Miles's tastebuds as his tongue licked and caressed the most sensitive part of his entire body. And it wasn't long before he too felt the rush of approaching orgasmic explosion. 

Sure enough, he felt a lightning bolt flash across every inch of his naked body, focussing and coalescing in his groin until he too erupted in an exultant fervour of gnashed teeth, tensed muscles and euphoric joy. Miles swallowed every last millilitre of Jim's orgasmic ejaculation, his Adam's Apple pulsing as he gulped down Jim's release. He didn't care that it tasted salty and musky, it tasted of Jim, of the boy he loved. And he accepted Jim's spend as though it were a precious gift to him, something to be savoured, and at that moment he felt closer than ever to the boy. 

However, as soon as he released Jim's penis from his mouth, as it slipped out coated in a glistening cocktail of both boys ejaculations and his own saliva, reality suddenly returned with a vengeance. That precious moment between them was now, and would forevermore, be in the past. There would be other occasions of course, when they joined each other in giving and receiving love and pleasure to each other, but such moments could only ever be a mere blip, a tiny nanosecond in relation to the infinity of the universe. Miles rose to his feet and the two boys kissed softly and lovingly as their loving interlude evaporated and shimmered away into eternity, to be lost forever but remembered forevermore. 

Now that they were back within the bosom of reality, the two boys continued their silent scribbled discourse. 

"Password successfully cracked, program worked beautifully!" Jim wrote. 

"Great!" Miles replied, "Was there time for a look at what it is hiding?" 

"No, but I managed to save it so that next time all I have to do is paste it into the password box and go straight in." 

"It will have to wait until Thursday, at the end of our next shift." Miles added. 

"You ready for the swimming competition tomorrow?" Jim asked out loud since it was a safe topic of conversation. 

"You bet!" Miles replied as he wrote on his piece of paper, "I can't wait, it'll be fun." 

"It won't be easy though." Jim said guardedly, "I spoke to Coach Collins yesterday and she said that the blue team have a boy, Dawson 773590, whose qualifying time was just a tenth of a second slower than mine." 

"Well, it'd be a bit boring if it was too easy for us!" Miles chuckled. 

"I want to see for myself what the password is hiding." Miles jotted as he spoke about the upcoming swimming contest, "Call me across to ask for help when you get a chance and we'll look at it together." 

"Will do!" Jim scrawled quickly in reply. 

And then once more they kissed one last time before flushing away the evidence of their clandestine conversation - this time making sure that two toilets were flushed. 

Diving In 

It was Wednesday morning, the day of the annual swimming competition. The event would last all day, with the morning devoted mainly to heats, the afternoon given over to semi-finals and the evening session reserved for the finals. Since Miles was a year older than Jim, they had been entered in different year groups and so would not be competing together. This didn't really bother them as it gave them a chance to cheer each other on rather than be in competition with each other, as had happened during the trials. Kulvinder, mainly due to his recent injuries sustained during his ordeal at the hands of Officer Harman, had dropped out of his event, the 200m backstroke, but it cheered Jim enormously to see his friend watching from the bleachers at the side of the pool. He looked far better than when he had last seen him in the infirmary almost a week earlier. 

The Fertilisation Sector authorities had granted Kulvinder a one-week reprieve from normal duties and had postponed his upcoming mating session to give him some time to recuperate emotionally as well as physically. To this end, he had been granted the use of a private single room that was normally set aside for visiting women such as council members and inspectors. To say that the Asian boy looked much better was an understatement. Jim decided to go and say hello. 

"It's great to see you Kul! How are you?" Jim asked with a warm smile as he approached his friend. 

"Much better, thank you." He replied. 

Jim couldn't help himself, and took the Asian boy into a warm fraternal hug and patted him on the back. 

"It's good to have you back Kul, did you hear that Harman has been suspended for what she did to you?" 

"Yes, hopefully we've seen the back of her!" Kulvinder replied, a hint of venom in his voice. 

"How is everything, erm... y'know... with your erm..." Jim stuttered. 

"My bum?" Kulvinder said, "It feels a lot better, thank you for asking." 

He turned around to give Jim a clear view of his backside. While the cuts from Harman's ring had fully healed, they had left behind several scars, some more prominent than others. 

"At least I can sit down now without having to use an inflatable cushion!" He added over his shoulder. 

"Damn Kul! She... She scarred you!" Jim said, aghast at the sight of his friend's disfigured derrière. 

"It's not all that bad." Kulvinder replied as he turned to face his friend once more, "The physical wounds heal easily. It's... it's the emotional wounds that will take longer." 

During her assault on him, Officer Harman had urinated on the Asian boy. Whilst it was acceptable in society for a woman to deliver disciplinary beatings to a male in her charge, and indeed actively encouraged by the United Global Council in order to maintain male subjugation, urinating and defecating upon them was strictly against the 'rules of womanly conduct' and such instances were punishable by custodial sentences. 

"Have you seen the counsellor?" Jim enquired of his friend. 

"I have, yes. She was very helpful." Kulvinder replied, a tear suddenly visible in the corner of his eye that indicated that his humiliating ordeal was still an emotionally raw subject for him and would likely remain so for some time - possibly even for the rest of his life. 

With that thought in mind, Jim resolved to change the subject. 

"Anyway, thanks for coming to cheer us on!" 

"My pleasure!" Kulvinder said, as he wiped his tear away with the back of his hand, "Just you make sure you and Miles destroy the opposition!" 

"Don't worry, we very much intend to!" Jim replied with a smile. 

"How are things between you and Miles?" The Asian boy enquired. 

"We're um... we're very good, thank you." Jim answered, "We erm... we enjoy each other's company." 

"I bet you do!" Kulvinder replied, his face brightening as he made a masturbatory gesture with his right hand. 

Jim couldn't help but smile in return, feeling his face flush with embarrassment. 

"There's more to us than that Kul." Jim replied, rolling his eyes. 

"I know brother, I'm just teasing!" 

Jim smiled warmly. 

"Glad to see that Harman couldn't take that Kulvinder sense of humour away from you!" 

"It'd take a much stronger woman than her to do that!" Kulvinder replied stoically. And the determined expression on his face conveyed to Jim that he meant it. 

Both Jim and Miles had won their respective heats easily, both setting very quick times. In the afternoon session, Jim had a minor scare as he was pipped by Dawson 773590, but his second place finish in the semi final meant that he qualified for the final that evening, and instilled in him a renewed determination to not be beaten by the blue team's swimmer for a second time. Even though there were no prizes or medals at stake, only a name entered in the breeding colony's records of its in-house sporting competitions, Jim was determined that it would be James Theta 758994 entered in first place against '100m breaststroke, year 1' and not that of Dawson Theta 773590. 

Miles hadn't had any such scares, having won his semifinal in '100m breaststroke, year 2' with comparative ease, cheered on by both Jim and Kulvinder. 

And so, as the semi-transparent dome above them darkened to indicate that day had given way to night in the outside world, the finals session got under way. The first event was the freestyle finals - first the 200m, then the 100m followed by the 50m, one final for each of the five year groups. The backstroke and butterfly came next until eventually it was the turn of the breaststroke. Since Jim was in the youngest age group, he went in the first of the 100m finals, he had been drawn in lane 4, right alongside his main rival Dawson who had been assigned to lane 5. He shook hands with the boy in the spirit of good sportsmanship, and then took his place on his starting block. 

"Take your marks!" The officer that had been assigned as the race official announced, and the gathered audience of naked males and fully clothed female officers descended into a hushed silence of anticipation. 

Jim assumed his starting position; his right leg just before his left leg, his hands gripping the edge of the starting block, his back arched and his bottom raised, and waited for the command to start. 

The officer blew her whistle and the race was on. Suddenly the entire crowd erupted into cheering as the eight competitors dived in. Jim had got off to the perfect start. The trouble was, so had Dawson. The first length continued with both boys neck and neck, the pair of them eking out a slight lead over the rest of the field. As they approached the far end of the pool they prepared to make what would be a critical turn. 

Everything was going, to excuse the pun, swimmingly for Jim until somewhat uncharacteristically he timed his turn poorly, having to make a slight half-stroke in order to touch the far wall. This left him with a couple of metres to make up over the second half of the race, as Dawson took the lead after executing a perfect turn. The crowd, realising that the final had just become a battle between two closely matched competitors, grew ever louder in their cheering and shouting, willing these two young males to the finish. Jim felt his muscles begin to burn as he swam harder and faster than he ever had before. He truly was putting everything he had into catching up to his rival. With the cheers of the crowd ringing in his ears he managed to draw alongside Dawson as the race drew to its muscle-burning conclusion, but he was fast running out of pool. 

With one final, sinew-searing effort, Jim swam the final 15 metres like he had never swum before and hit the finishing board forcefully with the tips of his fingers. He came to a halt breathlessly, accompanied by a huge roar from the crowd. It took him several moments to get his breath back before he could manage to take a glance at the timing screen. 

Lane 4: 1:04.451 

Lane 5: 1:04.452 

Jim had beaten Dawson by just one hundredth of a second. 

"Well... done... brother!" Dawson congratulated Jim breathlessly in a sporting manner, although his disappointment was all too evident, "I'll... get you... next year!" 

"Thanks... Dawson!" Jim replied, equally breathlessly, "You were... really tough... to beat!" 

The two boys then embraced exhaustedly. Before tiredly making their way out of the pool ready for the next final. Miles's final. 

If anything, his final was even more eventful, but the result was nevertheless a convincing win for Jim's boyfriend. There was a disqualification after one of the other competitors from the green team made two false starts, and another of the finalists was penalised after the race for making an incorrect turn. But Miles managed to overcome all of the distractions and emerged victorious by a margin of two seconds. To say that both he and Jim were elated was an understatement. 

Indeed at the close of the evening, the red team was declared the overall winner. By way of celebration, the boys of the red team were permitted to remain out after lockdown and were treated to a special meal in the mess courtesy Coach Collins and her team of trainers. After that they were permitted to spend an evening in the theatre, watching a film about the evening's swimming event that had been hastily edited together and was due to be shown to the rest of the population of the Fertilisation Sector over the coming weeks. Jim found himself beaming with pride once his final came around, marvelling at how close a result it was. 

It was close to midnight before they were escorted back to their barracks. Before they parted, Miles and Jim shared one last kiss. 

"I'm so proud of you Jim." Miles beamed as their lips parted, "You were amazing tonight!" 

"Yeah, and you were brilliant too!" Jim replied warmly, "See you in the morning." 

"Goodnight Brother." 

"Goodnight." 

And with one final, brief kiss they went their separate ways. 

Access Granted 

Thursday morning dawned like any other in the Fertilisation Sector of Breeding Colony Theta, but for two of its inhabitants it would mark the start of a sequence of events that would ultimately end in a way neither of them could ever have predicted. Unbeknownst to them, they were about to embark on a journey towards a shocking discovery. Officer Teague, having returned to the breeding colony a few days earlier for her month long tour of duty, to be briefed on the previous month's events in barrack 27C, was clearly shocked to have been informed about Officer Harman's assault on Kulvinder. She took the Asian boy to one side following morning roll-call to enquire as to his wellbeing. Having assured her that he was okay, she allowed him to rejoin his fellow males on the way to the mess hall for breakfast. 




The Boys of Colony Theta Ch.10



The procession of naked young males towards the enormous edifice that was the mess hall trudged its way along the all too familiar route exactly the same as it did every morning. But in contrast to the majority of the nude throng, Jim had a spring in his step that morning, for not only was he still on a high following his winning performance in the swimming championships the day before, today was the day when he would finally get a chance to discover what the mysterious Theta symbol on the home screen of the colony's data network was hiding. And Miles would be at his side - the only question was how long they would have to uncover whatever was being hidden before the network closed down for the day. 

In the end, they had an ample half hour at the end of the day's work. Plenty of time for a good nose around. Neither of them quite knew what they expected to find, it could just be something mundane like the stock levels for liquid soap for the dispensers in the toilets, or ordering protocols for office stationary in the central admin section. In the end it did lead to the central admin section, but the information they uncovered was far from mundane. Jim cautiously attracted Miles's attention, the boy having earlier bagged the workstation next to Jim at the back of the data entry/transfer suite where they were out of view of the rest of the room. 

As soon as Miles scooted across to sit next to Jim, they entered the password. 

ACCESS GRANTED 

"We're in!!" Jim whispered excitedly. 

They were confronted by a menu screen displaying a fairly nondescript list of options; 

1) Personnel Records 

2) Discharge Records 

2) Conception Data 

4) Birth Records 

5) Product Harvesting 

"Discharge records?" Jim whispered, "I wonder if it could tell me where my friends ended up!" 

"Only one way to find out." Miles replied in a hushed tone, "Let's take a look!" 

Jim clicked on the option and was greeted by a screen prompting him to enter a name and number. His heart racing, Jim entered Danny's name and number into the corresponding boxes. After a few moments, a window popped up, Jim's eyes nearly popped out at what he saw. 

Daniel Theta 134769 

Date of Birth: 20/09/2439 

Race: White British 

Blood type: O- 

Discharged: 20/09/2457 

Mother: Mrs Erica Anne Drummond 

Sired by: Stuart Theta 990112 

"Holy Goddess Miles! It says who his father is!!" Jim exclaimed, trying his best to keep his voice down. 

"So the authorities know who our fathers are all along." Miles added in disbelief, "Why on earth do they not tell us?" 

"I don't know, but I want to find out." Jim said determinedly. He continued to read from the entry, barely able to contain his shock at what he read. 

Notes: Purchased by Mrs Rebecca Theresa Rainham of Apartment 29, Lansberry Mansions, Newkirk Street, Evershaw, Greater Manchester. Paid full sum of Cr50,000.00 +20% tax, no credit arrangement requested. 

"Purchased?? Danny was purchased??" Jim exclaimed as quietly as he could, "He told me before we were separated that he had been assigned to a sponsor! He didn't say anything about anyone buying him!" 

"He probably didn't know that himself at the time." Miles said. 

Jim went back a step and entered the details for Danny's father, Stuart 990112 into the search box. 

Stuart Theta 990112 

Date of Birth: 09/11/2419 

Blood Type: O- 

Race: White British 

Discharged: N/A Retained as Copulator in Fertilisation Sector 

Mother: Mrs. Agatha Anderson 

Sired by: Garth Theta 513862 

Notes: Successfully sired 154 offspring, (73 males, 81 females). Harvested on 09/11/2442 

"Harvested? What on earth could that mean?" Jim whispered. 

"No idea." Miles replied, "But whatever it was it happened on his 23rd birthday." 

"Maybe they harvested some of his semen before releasing him." Jim speculated. 

"Maybe." Miles added, "look, time's getting on, shall we check out your other friend?" 

Jim hastily tapped in Harry's details into the machine. 

Harold Theta 648621 

Date of Birth: 20/09/2439 

Blood Type: O+ 

Race: White British 

Discharged: (enter date from chapter one) 

Mother: Mrs Diane Elizabeth Foxton 

Sired by: Damon Theta 428001 

Notes: Drafted into Maison Service of Great Britain for standard 10-year service period as Consort due to fully erect penis exceeding statutory 7" threshold. Assigned to Bloomsbury House, 74 Great Hampden Street, Bloomsbury, London. 

"This is unbelievable!" Jim hissed, "All this time the authorities know full well who our parents are!" 

"I guess it makes sense though." Miles whispered in reply, "I mean, they have to keep records of who was fathered by whom in order to prevent inbreeding I suppose. To make sure that a woman doesn't end up mating with a male that she is related to." 

"Well, yes obviously." Jim answered, "I just don't understand why we aren't allowed to know who our parents are!" 

"Well, now's our chance to find out!" Miles replied, "Want to enter your name?" 

Jim hesitated for a moment. Did he really want to know? What if he discovered something about him that he would find too traumatic? 

After a few moments of consideration, he decided to throw caution to the wind and entered his name into the search box. 

James Theta 758994 

Date of Birth: 20/09/2439 

Blood Type: AB 

Race: White British 

Discharged: N/A Retained as Copulator in Fertilisation Sector 

Mother: Mrs Kate Fairchild 

Sired by: Eric Theta 347197 

Notes: Scheduled for harvesting on 20/09/2462 

"There's that word again, 'harvesting'." Jim said carefully, trying not to attract too much attention. 

"And on your 23rd birthday too." Miles added. 

Jim checked the clock on the wall and realised that the system would be shutting down for the day in only a couple of minutes. 

"Quick, let's look you up while we still have time!" Jim announced, navigating back to the search screen and hastily tapping in Miles's name. 

In seconds the relevant page of data popped up onto the screen. Jim glanced through the information before his eyes alighted on something that caught his eye. 

"Oh my holy Goddess!!" He hissed in amazement. 

Miles Theta 113592 

Date of Birth: 15/06/2438 

Blood Type: O- 

Race: White British 

Discharged: N/A Retained as Copulator in Fertilisation Sector 

Mother: Mrs Michaela Louise Morrissey 

Sired by: Stuart Theta 990112 

Notes: Scheduled for harvesting on 15/06/2461 

"What is it?" Miles enquired, not seeing it for himself. 

"You... You" Jim stuttered in disbelief, "You and Danny are brothers!" 

"What?!?" 

"Look, you both have the same father - Stuart Theta 990112!" 

Miles sank back in his chair in astonishment. 

"I have a brother!" He whispered in utter amazement, "I mean, an actual brother!" 

"Well, we all have brothers I guess." Jim reasoned, "I mean, think of how many children we've already sired. There's bound to be almost as many boys as there are girls. I mean, we all have sisters out there too!" 

"I know, it's just that seeing it there on screen makes it seem real, y'know." Miles whispered. 

"Well, you know where he lives at least." Jim added, "As soon as you get out of here you should go and find him." 

"I will!" Miles replied, "I have a brother!!" 

SYSTEM SHUTDOWN 

"Well, that's as far as we can go for today." Miles sighed, "It was just starting to get interesting too!" 

"We'll check out the other items on the menu at the end of our next shift." Jim whispered as the other young males in the data transfer suite stretched their tired limbs and chatted amongst themselves, "I want to see what that Product Harvesting part is about. If it has anything to do with our fathers then I want to know," 

"Okay, you do that and I'll check out the Personnel Records." Miles added, "It could prove interesting, maybe we could find out more about Officer Harman." 

"Sounds like a plan, as they say!" Jim replied. 

And so it was that Jim and Miles embarked on their journey of discovery. A journey that would ultimately see them leaving the sterile confines of Colony Theta far sooner than they ever bargained for. 

The Empty Bunk 

Their next attempt to discover more about the hidden database would have to wait, as both he and Miles were both scheduled for mating before their next shift in the data transfer suite. Jim desperately wanted to tell his friend Kulvinder about what he had found. About who his parents were. Well, their names at least, and that his boyfriend Miles and his old friend Danny were brothers. But of course he had to keep it to himself - the surveillance system was listening. 

As he stood alongside Kulvinder during evening roll-call he became aware that something was amiss. Cautiously, Jim raised his hand. 

"Yes 758994, what is it?" Officer Teague said tersely. 

"Excuse me Mistress, but where is Lucas? I mean, 202946?" Jim asked. The bunk opposite his where Lucas normally slept was vacant. Whilst it was not unusual for bunks to be empty whilst their usual occupants were confined within the mating zone, Jim knew for a fact that Lucas was not scheduled for mating for another week and should be in the barrack as normal. 

"He's been... transferred." Officer Teague announced, "He won't be coming back I'm afraid. You may bump into him out there but he is... with another barrack now." 

Something seriously did not add up. 

"But it's none of your business 758994, I suggest you just get over it and concentrate on getting as many women pregnant as you can!" The uniformed woman continued harshly, "You may be the darling of Coach Collins but your conception rate leaves much to be desired!" 

The other young males laughed, she knew that such a revelation would cause embarrassment for Jim and was thus the perfect way to deflect Jim's scrutiny of Lucas's whereabouts. Jim knew what he had to do. As soon as he had the chance to do so, he would look Lucas up on the database. 

It wasn't for over a week before that chance occurred. Following yet another laboured three day period of forced sex and a couple of days rest afterwards, he and Miles reunited in the data transfer suite for their latest shift. Rather disappointingly, there were only a couple of minutes left before their work list dwindled sufficiently for them to have a poke around the hidden database, so their main objective, that of taking a look at the Product Harvesting and Personnel Records would have to wait. For Jim, looking up Lucas was of a higher priority. 

Nervously, he tapped Lucas's entry into the search box. 

Lucas Theta 202946 

Date of Birth: 18/09/2439 

Blood Type: AB- 

Race: White British 

Discharged: N/A Retained as Copulator in Fertilisation Sector 

Mother: Mrs Sarah Lynne Hopkins 

Sired by: Gordon Theta 019864 

Notes: Withdrawn from breeding program 15/11/2457 Harvested early due to rare blood type. 

"What the fuck has happened to him??" Jim muttered under his breath, "What in the name of the holy Goddess is harvesting???" 

SYSTEM SHUTDOWN 

"DAMN IT!!" Jim yelled at the top of his voice, thumping his fist hard onto his desk. All eyes in the room turned in his direction. 

A brief silence ensued as Jim felt the gaze of all of the other naked males in the data transfer suite aimed straight at him. 

"Sorry, I er... banged my toe against the side of the desk." Jim said hastily, "Damn that hurts!! Ahem!" 

Sheepishly, he pretended to hobble out of the room. 

"What the hell was that about??" Miles said, as soon as he managed to get Jim to one side. 

"It's Lucas." Jim explained, "One of the other boys in my barrack. He's gone missing." 

"Missing? How?" Miles enquired. 

Jim knew it would be dangerous to take this discussion further out in the open. 

"Window!" Jim whispered in reply. 

Miles nodded, he understood that Jim wanted to discuss the matter in private. 

They made their way to the toilet block in Miles's barrack, neither of them saying a word to each other in the meantime. As soon as they entered their usual toilet stall, Jim reached behind the cistern for a pencil and a scrap of paper, the supply of which was by then seriously dwindling. 

"Officer Teague says they transferred him." Jim scribbled. 

"Where to?" Miles replied. 

"To another barrack. But I checked the database just now and it says he has been harvested!" 

"Harvested??" 

"Due to rare blood type apparently." 

"We have GOT to find out about this 'harvesting' thing!" 

Digging Deeper 

The sudden and insufficiently explained disappearance of Lucas, coupled with the revelation that he had been 'harvested' played heavily on Jim's mind. He could not sleep at night, he became withdrawn and irritable. Kulvinder suggested he go see the counsellor but it was a different counsellor on duty than Ellen, and he didn't know if he could trust her. The only thing he could do was to wait for an opportunity to delve deeper into the hidden database and try to discover what 'harvesting' entailed. 

Three days later, that opportunity arrived. 

Glancing at the clock on the wall, Jim noticed that there was just over twenty minutes to go before system shutdown. With trembling fingers, he entered the now familiar password and entered the hidden database. He tapped on 'Product Harvesting' and a new database opened. 

What he saw left him utterly speechless. 

Breeding Colony Theta Product Harvesting YTD 01/08/2457 

Hearts: 96,020 

Lungs: 89,753 

Livers: 95,861 

Kidneys: 185,213 

Corneas: 192,397 

Limbs: 476,843 

Other material: 195,776 

Click here for details. 

But Jim didn't get the chance to discover more - a woman had entered to room. Instinctively, he closed down the database window and maximised the data transfer window that he should normally be working from. The woman was headed straight for him. He only just managed to return to his normal screen before he dared to look at who it was who had entered. When his eyes locked onto her it sent a chill down his spine. 

It was Officer Harman. 

"I think you'd better come with me." She said softly, before turning to address Miles as well, "BOTH of you." 

Two immensely muscular security officers then entered the room, their heaving breasts and bulging muscles causing the material of their uniforms to appear as taut as a drum skin. 

"These two nice ladies are going to help me take you somewhere where we can have a nice little chat." 

The Abyss of Revelations 

Officer Harman, accompanied by her two henchwomen, marched the two naked young males out of the admin building via the rear entrance. 

"Where the fuck are we going??" Jim demanded, "And what the hell are you doing here? I thought you'd been suspended for assaulting Kulvinder!!" 

"So many questions." Harman sneered menacingly, "Well, it just so happens that you're going to get some answers." 

She led them through a labyrinthine series of concrete corridors that seemed to go on for miles until the small party finally arrived before a set of steel doors. Upon pressing a button by the side, the doors slid open to reveal a lift. 

"Get in." Harman ordered coldly. The two security officers pushed Jim and Miles into the lift. 

Harman joined them. She pressed her thumb against a small black panel which then illuminated green. It slid open, revealing a single button behind it. 

"Going down!" Harman said as she pressed the button. The lift doors slid shut and it began its descent. 

"Where are you taking us?!?" Miles demanded assertively. 

"You'll find out soon enough!" Harman spat in reply. 

The lightness they suddenly felt as the lift descended indicated to them that they were going down at quite some speed. On and on their descent went, deeper and deeper into the earth. It took all of three minutes before the lift came to an eventual, juddering halt. 

"Lower ground floor, womenswear, home furnishings, leather goods... and interrogation chambers." Harman said lightly with a smirk on her face. Her two henchwomen shoved the two boys out of the lift. 

They found themselves in a large chamber of bare rock walls. Ahead of them were a couple of doors surrounded by concrete that had obviously been cast in situ against the naked rock. 

"Take him into that one." Harman instructed, pointing towards the left hand door, "I'll deal with the other one personally." 

Harman pushed Jim forward towards the right hand door. 

"Come along now Pretty One, it's time for us to have a little fun." 

Jim and Miles looked at each other helplessly as they were led their separate ways, not knowing if they'd ever see each other again. 

"Miles!!" Jim cried, "I... I love you!!" 

"I love you too Brother!" Miles managed to call out before the door closed shut behind him. 

The room was cold and dark. Officer Harman flicked on the lights to reveal a large rocky chamber with a perfectly levelled concrete floor. The room was barely furnished, just a simple wooden chair and a single steel cabinet located opposite the entry door. From the ceiling were suspended two lengths of heavy chains, each with a steel manacle at the end. 

Harman grabbed hold of Jim by his wrist and pulled him towards the centre of the room. Jim tried his best to resist, realising that he was about to be chained up, but his best efforts were in vain, such was the physical advantage she had over him. She brought his left wrist into one manacle, clicking it shut and locking it with a padlock that she produced from her pocket. Moments later she repeated the process with his other wrist, leaving him stood naked with his arms held aloft. He struggled against the cold metallic bonds but it became instantly clear to him that any resistance was a futile endeavour. 

"Now then 758994, whatever are we going to do with you eh?" Harman sneered icily. 

"You could start by explaining what the fuck you're doing here! We were told you were suspended for what you did to Kulvinder!!" 

"Oh, I was." Harman began, as she dragged the chair across, setting it down before him and taking a seat, "They charged me with dereliction of duty and abuse. It was my own silly fault for getting carried away. I mean, how can one not get carried away when one is having so much fun making a pathetic little wretch like him squirm and cry like a baby! But as soon as I informed the chief director of this fine, upstanding institution that I was in possession of information about the business dealings of this place that painted this noble and highly productive colony in a very negative light, well wouldn't you know it, those charges magically went away!" 

Access to sensitive information was a key perk of being a member of the UGC Correctness Corps, the secret police the government authorities used to maintain a constant state of suspicion and control over the female population. Officer Harman had dirt on just about every single one of the breeding colony's senior executive staff that her superiors on the regional assembly would be very interested in. But the knowledge she possessed about the sinister business dealings of Breeding Colony Theta and the dark trade it took part in trumped just about everything else, and she guarded that knowledge closely. Knowledge as they say, is power, and Officer Harman loved both of them in equal measures - with her knowledge she could ruin the entire colony. 




The Boys of Colony Theta Ch.10



"Information that you and your little boyfriend have now stumbled across. Yes, I know it was silly of me to have gotten a bit carried away with your friend, but I was simply having too much fun with him you see." She continued menacingly, "Listening to him crying and snivelling as I pissed all over his worthlessly pathetic rump was... mmmm, so erotic!" 

"You're disgusting!" Jim spat back. 

Harman changed the subject. 

"Do you like this place? We're over a thousand feet underground you know. Once upon a time this used to be a coal mine. Hundreds of years ago, when your pathetic kind ruled the world, thousands of males toiled down here digging out the coal and bringing the precious black stuff to the surface to provide power and light and warmth. Nowadays these vast catacombs and tunnels lie dormant. But ever so useful to those of us who... how can I put it? Require a little privacy to conduct our business from time to time." 

"If 'my kind' were so dominant, why would they risk their lives down here? If the males of the time before were so oppressive why didn't they send the women down into the bowels of the earth to do all the dirty and dangerous work? Why would males put themselves through such dangerous and arduous toil at the cost of their own health and risk their lives to provide for the women and children if they were as all-powerful and oppressive as you claim huh?" 

Harman stood suddenly and slapped Jim harshly across his face, causing him to fall backwards. The manacles around his wrist prevented him from falling any further and he let out an anguished howl as the hard metal dug into his skin. 

"Your kind were responsible for the oppression of my sisters!!" She spat ferociously, "It was your kind that held them down in domestic servitude! It was your kind that raped millions of women every year! It was your kind that wielded the power whilst my sisters were forced to obey!! But look at your pathetic kind now! See how the worm has turned! Now it is us, the women of the world who now wield the mace of power... now it is we who are rightfully dominant and you who are the weak and feeble ones!" 

She turned and picked up her chair and resumed her seat. Suddenly Jim realised quite how mentally unhinged Officer Harman was. 

"I knew the two of you were up to something." She said as she sat down, "And though it pains me to admit it, I have to admire your cunning. I somewhat underestimated you both, and you were both so very close to the truth." 

"What truth?" Jim replied, his face still burning from Harman's stinging rebuke. 

"Well, now that we're here I guess there's no harm in telling you." Harman smirked, "After all, you won't be in any position to go telling anyone else about it. And nobody would ever really believe you anyway." 

She stood and walked slowly around the room, her paces echoing off the cold stone walls. 

"This place..." She began, "This breeding colony serves two purposes you see. Not only does it create lives in the form of thousands of babies every year, it also saves thousands of lives too. How? I hear you ask. Well, by organ donation of course. Well, organ harvesting strictly speaking, after all one can't donate without one's consent after all!" 

"Organ harvesting?" Jim said in disbelief, "You mean..." 

"Once a Copulator's five years are up they get taken to the airlocks where they are euthanised... humanely of course, I mean my employers here may be in the business of selling human organs for transplantation but they're not animals!" Harman explained chillingly, "I can assure you the poor young males don't suffer... much. As soon as they are all dead they are carefully dissected and their vital organs recovered and sold for transplantation. What little is left over is incinerated... pooof! Into the ether." 

"Oh my holy Goddess, that's... that's..." Jim gasped, unable to put his disgust into words that sufficiently conveyed the gravity of his feelings. 

"An enterprising way of making use of clapped-out Copulators!" Harman said gleefully, "All of the breeding colonies have to find a way of raising money to keep them going, this is just Colony Theta's way of boosting finances. Oh, and making a few Credits here and there for those of us that run the place of course. I mean, I can't say I approve of it, but I have to reluctantly admire the administrators of this place for cornering the European human organs market." 

It was a common arrangement for breeding colonies to have commercial arrangements in place in order to supplement their usual incomes. Some colonies for example routinely circumcised all the boys they produced, selling the amputated foreskins on to pharmaceutical corporations, biomedical research institutes and cosmetics companies, the fibroblast cells they contained being highly prized. Others routinely milked their breeding stock of their semen, for use in high-end moisturisers and other skin treatments. Some simply sold their former breeding males as domestic servants and child-minders. But then there were those such as Colony Theta that had a much darker sideline in the human organ trade. 

"So that's what happened to Lucas." Jim muttered. 

"Ah yes, young Lucas." Harman sneered, "Such a pretty young thing, it was such a shame to have to take him so early. But then that's his fault for being born with such a rare blood type. You see, there was a woman, a very rich and powerful woman who rather enjoyed a drink or two. Well, more accurately she enjoyed a bottle or two... or three... or four. And lo and behold, her liver decided it'd had enough! Oh but there was a problem, she had a rare blood type. But fear not, our young Lucas had just the thing to save her life! Trouble is he had to die first, what a pity! You know, watching him inside the airlock, all alone and terrified as he gasped his last breaths made me so moist I had to go and change my underwear!!" 

"You beast!!" Jim yelled, straining at the manacles that held him. Right at that moment all he wanted to do was beat this vile creature into a pulp, but as restrained as he was it was a fruitless show of defiance. 

Harman simply sneered as she watched Jim try desperately to escape his bonds. He realised the futility of his actions and decided upon a different tactic. He decided that perhaps Harman deserved a taste of her own medicine. With a smirk of his own he stood up as straight as he could, parted his legs and thrust his hips forward. He looked her right in the eye as he relieved himself onto the floor before him, his urine splashing all over her legs before she realised what he was doing and had a chance to jump back out of the way of his golden yellow stream. 

"Oh, I see you don't like it when you're the one that's being pissed on!" Jim said gleefully as his urine fountained from his penis all over the cold concrete floor. 

"You disgusting little creature!!" Harman exclaimed. 

"It takes one to know one!" Jim retorted. 

Harman gave him a sneer that sent a chill through his bones. Without another word she took a step back and casually pulled down her soiled garment, leaving her bare legged from the waist down with only her plain grey undershorts to conceal her. She then marched across to the steel cabinet and opened it. She wheeled out a strange looking device that was attached to a length of rubber hose. 

"Tell me 758994, have you ever heard of something called Chinese Water Torture?" Harman asked with a wicked sneer. 

Jim responded with silence. 

"No? Well, this is my interpretation of it, and it's just the thing for cleaning dirty, filthy little creatures like you." 

She wheeled the device until it stood directly before him. It wielded a spray attachment not unlike that of a domestic shower cubicle. This one however, was aimed directly at his crotch. She returned to the cabinet and took something else out. It was a metal bar, about three feet in length with a metal ring at each end. She placed Jim's ankles into the rings, leaving him stood with his legs wide apart, totally helpless to evade what was about to happen to him. Harman sneered lasciviously as she turned a valve that sent icily cold water spraying directly at Jim's naked groin. 

"HAHHHHHHH!!" Jim exclaimed in anguish as the frigid water doused his bare genitalia, he tried in vain to escape the icy deluge that rained over his most sensitive parts and down his bare legs. 

"Now then, while you're enjoying a nice cool shower, I shall go next door and have a little chat with your pathetic little bum-chum! Enjoy!!" Harman said menacingly before walking out of the door, switching the light off on her way out and slamming the door with a reverberating clang that thundered and echoed around the room, leaving Jim alone in the blackness as the freezing cold water sprayed all over his naked body. His cries of anguish echoed around the cold, dark chamber. 

In the next door chamber, the two burly security officers stood opposite Miles. Like Jim, he had been chained up by his wrists and had no choice but to stand there. The room was cold and damp, condensation clung to every inch of the naked rock and gave the place a dank and musty smell. Every single sound reverberated and echoed off of the solid rock walls, giving this bare chamber a forbidding air of menace. Like all boys who had grown up in the breeding colony, he was well aware of how in the immediate aftermath of the Andrasta plague, thousands of males, those fortunate enough to have been saved before they were infected and succumbed to the ravages of the plague, had been sealed inside ancient caverns such as this. In fact, he wondered if this very catacomb had once upon a time housed his own ancestors. He couldn't help but envision them down here, hundreds of feet beneath the earth, the only place safe from the poisoned air outside. There would have been hundreds of them, young and old alike, all entombed down here, their only hope of survival in the hands of scientists battling to develop a successful vaccine before it was too late. 

When the vaccine came, it came at a price - total and irreversible infertility. As soon as a boy was given the vaccine it effectively chemically castrated him - this was one of the reasons why it was only administered once a male passed the age of 18, so that they were allowed to go through puberty before they would be allocated their fate, either as a Common Male, a Consort or a Copulator. How would they have all coped down here, the adult males and boys that survived the plague? He could only guess at how many had been entombed down here, but he was sure that they were from a wide spectrum of ages, from older males to infant boys. All of them precious to the survival of the human race. What would life have been like down here? With no hope of ever seeing daylight ever again. Some of these males, he knew, lived their entire lives underground and would know of no other existence, effectively becoming troglodytes in the dimly lit abyss. 

With a resounding clang, the door opened and then slammed shut again with a thunderous reverberation. Officer Harman had entered - and she wore a Medusa-esque expression that looked as though any hapless soul that was careless enough to look at her would immediately be turned to stone. The only thing missing from her to complete her Gorgon-like appearance was the slithering crown of living serpents atop her head in lieu of hair. Well, there was something else missing; she entered the room without her trousers, only her plain grey loose-fitting cotton undershorts concealing her sex. 

Miles couldn't help himself but to capitalise on her current state of near undress. 

"Had a wardrobe malfunction have we?" He quipped glibly. 

Harman stepped before him menacingly and glared at him with a piercing stare. 

"You'll be laughing on the other side of your face by the time I've finished with you!" She sneered in reply. 

Harman turned to face the two officers that had escorted them down here into the bowels of the earth. 

"Officers, if you would care to step outside while I have a little talk with my little friend here." She said levelly. 

"Yes Sister." They replied in unison and took their leave. Again, a thunderous clang echoed around the subterranean chamber as they closed the door behind them. 

"Well, well, well. We have got ourselves in a spot of bother haven't we?!" Harman began, "Tell me, what made you and your 'special friend' think that you might hack into the secure server without anyone knowing hmm? I'd love to hear it, I'm sure it's a fascinating story." 

"Fuck you!!" Miles spat back defiantly. 

"Fuck me... hmmm, now there's a thought." Harman replied, "Maybe later, but right now I think just an explanation as to what the hell you and 758994 thought you might achieve by taking a sneaky peek at the secure server." 

She grabbed hold of Miles's helplessly exposed genitals, digging her nails into the soft and sensitive flesh. Instantly, he howled in pain as his groin was assaulted by her vice-like grip. 

"Not unless you want to lose these pathetic little boy-parts of yours!" She added, fixing him with a glare that sent a chill down his spine. 

"We... we didn't... hahh!! know that it went... anywhere imp... p... portant, we were j... just hahh!! interested th... that's all!" Miles stuttered between yelps of pain. 

"Interested in what?" Harman asked menacingly, further increasing her grip on Miles's penis and testicles. 

"Nothingggg... nnnggggghhh!! we were just curious!!" Miles grimaced, "We didn't know it was... nnnggggghhh... hahh!! supposed to be s... secret!" 

"Oh, but it is supposed to be secret." Harman replied, "And with good reason. And I'm sure your little boyfriend will be only too happy to tell you why." 

"What have you done with him you bitch?!?!" Miles replied angrily, struggling at his steel bonds as his groin remained within Harman's harsh grip. 

"I can assure you he's perfectly safe." Harman replied with a grin of faux reassurance, "A little bit damp maybe, but perfectly safe!" 

Finally, she released Miles from her grasp. Instantly, his legs gave way and his entire mass was suspended by the chains around his wrists. 

"Once upon a time..." Harman said as she stepped away, "In the dark, oppressive days before the glorious salvation of the Andrasta plague, my sisters were oppressed by your sex. To be born male was to be born into a position of power, to be born into a life of privilege. To be born female was to be born a second-class citizen, to be born into a life of slavery and drudgery. Your pathetic kind thought they could own us, to make us their property. To control us and to oppress us. Well, just look at how the mighty male sex has fallen!" 

Miles, enraged by Harman's words girded his loins and spat at her, his expulsion of saliva hitting her squarely on her cheek. She wiped his saliva from her cheek with her right hand and then promptly slapped him across his face with her soiled hand. 

"You think you're so fucking clever don't you?!?" She retorted, "Well I've got news for you! Males are obsolete - a biological scum polluting the waters of creation. A disgusting pus-filled pimple on the arse of Mother Nature!! Oh, yes... your kind disgusts me! But my Sisters, those that are true to the cause of the venerable Salinas, couldn't quite bring themselves to finish the job of eviscerating the male sex from the face of Mother Earth. They realised that to do so would result in the extinction of the noble female of the species. I mean, what's the point of victory over one's enemy if one cannot enjoy the spoils of war? So the Sisters of Salinas had a change of heart, and decided that the male of the species would be allowed to survive, albeit under strict supervision." 

"You?? You're???" Miles stammered in disbelief. 

"You think the Sisters of Salinas were all rounded up and executed in the aftermath of the plague don't you? Well, we may have had a little 'rebranding' since those days, but the Sisters of Salinas are still very much a going concern." 

"Rebranding??" Miles uttered. 

"Once we were known as the Sisters of Salinas, but nowadays we have a different guise." Harman said icily, stepping before Miles until she was inches from his face, "These days we conduct our business as the United Global Council. Catchy name huh? And it gives us such an air of legitimacy don't you think?" 

Stepping back, she allowed Miles a moment to process her revelation. 

"Of course, we had to fight those that opposed us and there were many courageous sisters that were martyred in the struggle, but the sisterhood prevailed. And now it is we who are in control... we who hold the destiny of Mother Earth in our hands. And you... all your kind is good for is making those teeny-tiny little sperm cells that help us breed more and more sisters. Oh, and as something to enjoy one's self upon of course. Speaking of which..." 

She pulled down her undershorts and tossed them away. She then unlocked the manacles that held Miles aloft. 

"I think it's time I took you up on your earlier kind offer. Except of course, that I will be the one fucking you!!" 

Within a matter of seconds, the powerful woman had forced Miles onto his back on the rough and cold concrete floor and straddled him. Reaching into her breast pocket she produced a small but acutely sharp blade and held it a mere centimetre from his throat. 

"Now then, you're gonna get yourself nice and hard for me, understand?" Harman said menacingly, "And then you're going to let me use you like the dirty little whore you are okay??" 

"Y... Yes Mistress." Miles stuttered meekly, his brain was struggling to process and to comprehend what was going on and what was happening to him. The revelations Harman had disclosed to him and the pure fear of what she was apparently capable of made him quickly realise that he had no choice but to comply. The cost of trying to fight her off might well be much more costly. 

Miles willed his penis to ignore the situation and to respond to his mind telling it to come to life and become erect for the woman that he now knew was about to rape him at knifepoint. Never before had he been so desperate to have an erection; he usually had no trouble in the mating suites and thankfully so far he'd always managed to perform, but at no point during those sessions was he actually in fear for his own life. Maybe it was his body's own survival instinct kicking in, or maybe it was due solely to the fear he felt, but he gradually felt himself beginning to firm up and within a minute or so had engorged into what was obviously a satisfactory erection for her purposes. 

"Good boy, you are obviously a fast learner!" Harman announced. And she grasped hold of his erection, pulled down his foreskin with a sharp yank that caused him to yelp in discomfort, and then she impaled herself upon him. 

Most women, when they rode upon him in the mating suites, had at least some consideration for his own comfort and usually took things gently at first. Harman didn't. She bounced up and down on him with such ferocity that Miles felt fairly certain that he would be sporting severe bruises once she had finished with him. A rhythmic slap, slap, slap sound echoed and reverberated around the cavern chamber as her body slammed against his with metronomic regularity. 

"So... much... better... than... riding... a... Consort..." She panted as she rode him, "So... many... rules... and... fucking... regulations... to... obey!" 

All Miles could do was to just let it happen to him. He cried and wailed, tears streaming down his cheeks as he laid there being raped, his sobbing echoing around the room accompanying the rhythm of her riding with a mournful lament of pure suffering.