Chapter 42

We recorded that session and displayed it to every group of male concubines as close to simultaneously as we could. Those who managed to miss it were required to see it later. It was the ugliest thing I ever saw, bar none -- and I didn't ever want to see it's like done live again. I actually followed the group out the side door before coming back for Chief Stewart's closing questions; I don't think either Donna or Ed had their head on straight. That was trauma with a capital T! Once outside in the hallway, though, the medics gave them both injections to knock them out and shipped them to Medical for physical repairs. Mental ones, though... I didn't know what was going to be possible.

I headed up to Colonist Operations and made certain that the officer on watch had his crew on full alert and passed the baton properly to the other watches. If we hadn't managed to traumatize every male concubine aboard, we'd probably come damned close -- and there would probably be repercussions!

After a half an hour or so, it was dinner time, so I headed back to my quarters to pick up my family, thankful that I didn't have a male concubine at this point. As the door to my quarters slid open, I heard Frieda's voice carol gaily, "Places, Girls!" I stopped for a moment while the four of them rushed to a location a few feet in front of me, and dropped into Presentation Position Three, all in a row, each smiling brightly at me over her shoulder. I have to tell you, four women waving their pussies at you, naked and ready, with big grins on their faces is NOT something you ignore! I thought my cock was going to rip through my uniform pants! I gazed at the four of them and moved forward to lovingly caress each rump, one after the other, before saying anything; when I could, I said, "I'm gonna carry this picture, engraved in my brain, until I die, I think. You girls..." I was choked up, actually! It took all of my willpower to stand back... "I'm going to do my best by each and every one of you tonight -- starting with YOU!" I pointed to Keisha, "but it's dinner time and we can't just fuck for four hours and not eat, so please shift to 'Attention' before I totally lose it!" They did so, reluctantly, it seemed. "God! If we didn't have kids to feed..." I moved forward and softened their disappointment by kissing each of them, slowly, starting with Frieda on my left and working my way past Beth and Tara to Keisha.

Keisha didn't want to stop; she was shaking, and as aroused as any woman I'd ever been exposed to. I could smell her juices and she reached under me to rub my cock through my uniform pants as I kissed her hot, open, wet mouth. "P -- please...?" she husked, as I released her lips.

"C'mon, Master!" Frieda cajoled. "You've got a huge boner and she wants a suck SOO bad! Give her a little -- we'll get the kids ready."

"Is that what you want?" I asked, holding Keisha's eyes with my own. She nodded, licking her lips, unable to speak.

"All right, then. Beth, Tara, get the kids ready. Frieda, you can help Keisha. This won't take long..." I was so damned hot that I couldn't see me lasting long at all! Keisha went scrabbling for my fly -- but it wasn't a zipper. Confederacy Naval uniforms (at least in my district and a few others) were capable of being pressure suits in an emergency and were made of a special fabric that facilitated this. Everything sealed -- and the design of the fly was more like the old US Navy sailor's uniforms with the big drop flap instead of a zipper -- except, of course, it didn't button. "Relax, Hon," I gentled her, "Just pull that little tab and the seal will pop open and you'll have all the access you could ever want..." Keisha did so with shaking fingers and the flap dropped and Frieda exclaimed, "Kewl!" Keisha reached in with both hands, gently, to defeat my briefs -- and I assisted by popping the belt seal, allowing the trousers to separate and sag to my knees. Then Keisha had the thing in her soft, thick fingers and was leaning forward to inhale the musk generated in there by confinement and the arousing things that I had been witness to that day...

"Lips and tongue, Sweetie -- start at the very tip," Frieda coached. "The flange of the head and right behind it are the most sensitive, I think, but the whole head comes next. The shaft just needs to know it's going deep, and you can trick it, if you have to." Keisha kissed my glans and then rolled her lips over it, sucking gently -- and I realized that she was going to be an INCREDIBLE cocksucker with very little in the way of instruction! Her thick soft lips and puffy cheeks were soft and wet and felt just AMAZING -- and she seemed to know just what to do, instinctively, with her tongue -- kind of rippling it against my frenum... I groaned -- LOUDLY -- and fought to avoid the temptation to just grab her head and pump... Then she backed off fairly slowly and came back, and a bit beyond, then backed off again. She started going "Mmmmp!" in tune to her movements and Frieda giggled, "Yeah, humming is a good thing..." I thought the nerves in my cock were going to go insane; I kept re-estimating the length of time before I started to shoot downward, a bit more with every stroke of her lips on my shaft! Looking down, I could see the reason for the noises; Frieda had her hand between Keisha's legs, working. But Keisha had started out with her pudgy fingers around the base of my shaft, and now they were sliding along the back side of my scrotum while her mouth took in most of the length her hand had previously covered and I was touching the back of her throat!

Keisha had a great rhythm going and wasn't abusing herself; she was taking it easy as she pulled in my length, but clamping down -- just with her lips -- as she backed off. She didn't seem to NEED instruction; I had to wonder if she had given blowjobs to protect her virginity. If so, she must have given a BUNCH of them...

The "Mmmmp!" noises were getting more urgent; Keisha wasn't speeding up, just getting more emphatic about things. I figured Frieda had her clit targeted. But she DID seem to be going deeper, and her fingers were sliding from the bottom of my ball sack halfway up my perineum, stroking gently. I was starting to feel the first rumblings leading to a loss of containment...

Then Keisha went "Mmmmmmaaaaguk!" and as her mouth opened, her throat did, too! Then she swallowed -- twice -- with me embedded, and it was as if she'd popped the top on my cum container! I went "HUUUUUUUHHHHH!!!!" and she backed off just in time to lock her lips around the flange of my glans before I made like a fire hose! I grabbed her head in both hands and pumped short strokes between her lips in synch with the shots I was firing at the back of her mouth for the five or six major pulses; I couldn't see anything but stars... Keisha let go of me with her mouth; she was shaking and her head popped up and she howled, "WOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!" and shook like a leaf -- and Frieda gasped, "Jeezus!" as fluid splashed on the floor, having poured over the hand she was diddling Keisha's clit with. Keisha clung to my thighs, panting, then recaptured my cock, gently sucking until I couldn't stand any more. Gently breaking her grip and staggering back, I said, "How many of THOSE have you given out?"

Keisha smacked her lips. "Just the one."

"I'd have said hundreds, from the technique!"

"I watched a few," Keisha replied, as I helped her up. "My brothers, well, they ain't nice. Girls would come around wantin' a fix and pay off that way. My brothers would have me watch to make 'em feel bad. Usually they put 'em out to hook, afterwards. Either one of my brothers woulda grabbed my head and jammed me."

"I didn't see any reason," I related. "You were doing a helluva job!"

"Well, Frieda fixed ME up!" Keisha chuckled, embarrassed, "I don't think I EVER got a cum like that!" She looked at the floor. "I better clean it up." With that, she headed off to the kitchen. I heard her ask the AI where the towels were as I put my uniform back together.

Frieda knelt grinning at me. "Pretty good?"

"Great, actually!"

"I thought she would get distracted, but she made like a Hoover the whole time..." Frieda said.

"Well, you CERTAINLY distracted her!" I replied, "Your timing was just about perfect, though."

"I think it was all her," Frieda demurred. "She's ready. She's MORE than ready!"

"She goes first, tonight," I promised. "After that, whatever I have left over, I'll spread around." I shut up as Keisha came back with a wipe to collect her small puddle of drippings, muttering about weird ways of cleaning.

Minutes later, we were all queued up and ready to leave. "Abe, there are gonna be a LOT of freshly naked and embarrassed women at mess tonight. Try not to go overboard," I cautioned. "Some of 'em might not be fun to look at, but try not to embarrass them."

"Okay." Abe seemed philosophical about it and I reflected that the current crew wouldn't win any beauty pageants -- but then, that's not what they were for... Tara was looking younger and everyone was looking healthier and Beth was looking a bit firmer, here and there, but I hadn't ordered anything radical.

"Let's go." I led them out.

A chunk of the Brinkman contingent and a couple of other collections were at mess when we got there -- and more filtered in, after -- most noticeably, Oliver -- and Vera! "What's this?" Vera was in a sponsor coverall!

She came forward, smiling. "Thank you, Jack! You fixed me!"

"I did?"

"Well, you helped -- a lot!" I looked back and forth from her to Ollie, confused, and she sighed. "I'm getting tired of talking about it. Hiding from everyone else meant I was hiding from ME! I had issues. Being made to face things allowed me to fix them." She dimpled. "I'm going to be a madam!"

I chuckled and shook my head. Maureen, standing nearby with Tony, shook her head. "I'm SOOO embarrassed!"

"How is THIS working?" I asked, waving at Tony.

"Fine, when you guys aren't scaring him to death! What the Hell was that, anyway?" Maureen rasped.

"An object lesson," I replied. "I didn't prepare it -- someone else did. We recorded it so we wouldn't have to do anything like that again."

"What's this?" Oliver asked.

"We put on a rather horrible demonstration of almost everything that could happen to a male concubine if the mother of his children managed to select the wrong sponsor to kneel up to. It's a classic if you're into humiliating and degrading people."

"I'll say!" Dave Chambers came up and joined the conversation. "Young Antonio is hiding in my quarters, afraid that female will find him in a corridor somewhere and cut his balls off!"

"Oh!" I clapped my forehead. "Was HE the one...?"

"Yes," Dave nodded tightly. "I've been circumspect, but Oliver knows -- I'm bisexual. There doesn't really seem to be any further reason to hide it." Behind him stood a thirty-something female with a small boy's hand in hers.

"Your wife?" I asked.

"Secretary," Dave replied. "My lifestyle wasn't something that pleased women, on Earth. I was unmarried. Peg understands -- and she HAS to put up with it -- don't you, Dear?"

"Yes, Dave."

"I'd planned on spending this evening with Peg and young Rory, there, but Antonio is traumatized..." Dave muttered.

"Sorry. Believe it or not, we're trying to save lives," I apologized.

"Well, I'm not sure that killing a male concubine's spirit is the right way to go," Dave grunted. He nodded at an area near the wall where a big bear of a man was helping an older black man to get down on his knees. "Those were valuable employees -- I don't know what they are, now."

"Big Mike," Oliver grunted. "And poor Cletus."

"Big Mike? Cletus? Who are they?" I asked.

"Big Mike was our facilities manager," Dave related. "Cletus was a janitor. Nice old guy. I'm not sure we did him any favors."

I took a look. Cletus was settling back on arthritic knees -- but the thing that caught my attention was the six inches of tapered cock hanging flaccid between them! How big would that thing get if erect? Big Mike was a bear; he might be cuddly, like the Major. I made mental note to let the Major know that I continued to be available to him, but put it on the back burner. "Maybe I can," I announced. "Ollie..."

Oliver worked his way through it with no more of a hint than that. "It's really your prerogative, Dear. They're nice fellows. Cletus is especially pleasant."

"Excuse me." I backed out of the group and headed for where the pair had parked themselves near the wall. "Hello, boys!"

Both looked wary. "Ma'am." Cletus nodded. "Nobody's mistaken me for a boy in quite some time, but I'll accept it in the spirit in which you offered it."

"Well, if you get hooked up, we can probably move your age back to fifteen or so," I challenged.

Cletus chuckled. "Wouldn't THAT be scary!"

Big Mike, cautious, asked, "Can I help you?"

I pursed my lips. "I hear they tried to scare you all to death."

"Tried?" Mike returned. "Succeeded, more like. That poor mother... Sorry. They turned that guy every which way but loose -- and made him miserable in the process. I'm glad I cut Maggie loose when I did -- not that I think she'd have done that to me, but I'm not sure SHE could have handled that crap."

"Um, yeah, concubines can catch it if they're not careful," I offered, "even female ones."

Mike looked at my outfit. "I guess you'd have missed out on that."

"Actually, I didn't," I replied. "I'm a bit of a miracle. This morning, I was naked and wearing a collar. Last night, well, never mind. Suffice it to say that I've seen how the other half lives." I stuck out my hand. "You don't know me, because I never came to any Foundation functions. My name is Vera Hopkins. Up until recently, I was Dr. Hopkins' wife."

Cletus struggled up a bit to take my hand. "Pleased to meet you." Mike followed suit.

"So what are you now?" Mike asked, cocking his head. He flicked a glance at Oliver, who was watching from some distance.

"Well, I'm going to be in the Civil Service," I replied. "I guess I'll be something of a therapist. I was a concubine for a few days, up to this morning; frankly, it helped me more than it hurt, despite the adventures involved."

"Adventures..." Mike grunted. Cletus gave him the eye. I could understand; I wouldn't be any too trusting of me, either.

"Yeah, let's see -- I had sex with four men in a public bar on -- Thursday, I think it was, and I got the living shit beaten out of me with a riding crop, and last night I went around the world with a couple of Navy men..." I mused.

"And today, you're a sponsor?" Cletus scratched his head.

"Some women are fucked up about sex," I related. "I was. I liked it, but I avoided it because I figured it would be the end of my marriage and family. Weirdly, all of the things I've had to do in the last week turned me around. Trust me, you're no more surprised than I am."

"Okay," Mike nodded. "What can we do for you?"

"Well, Dr. Chambers has indicated that he would like to have concubine selection be more or less in-house, initially, if possible. I was told that you two have a problem..."

"More like we ARE a problem," Cletus chuckled.

"Yeah, well, I have four concubine slots," I continued, "and at least two -- and maybe three -- of them I want to be male."

Cletus cocked his head. "That many?"

"What about the Doc?" Mike asked.

"Well..." I grimaced. "You see, it's like this. I like sex -- more or less by the truckload. THAT's what I was dealing with. I like to have three or four guys... I can wear one guy out. So I need to carry more than one. Ollie is going to get six or eight women -- and although I hope to spend many more nights in his bed, he's going to be distracted. So I need MY distractions -- which is where you two come in. Can you share?"

The two of them gave each other a look. "Um, maybe we should start with 'is either of you gay?' Straight is good and bisexual is okay and might come in handy -- but gay would be a problem. Be honest, now."

"I ain't gay," Cletus grunted.

"Me neither," Mike echoed.

"All right," I mused. "Whether you're bisexual or not seems to be a touchy issue, so I'll clarify my first question. Could you share ME?"

The pair looked at one another. "Between us, or with other guys?" Mike asked.

"Both," I replied. "Women, too, probably."

Cletus made a face. "This is kinda academic, Ma'am. I ain't exactly Superman."

"Were you at, say, twenty-five?" I asked.

"I did okay..."

"Then you will be," I assured him.

Cletus shrugged. "I got no problem if you don't. Usually the woman calls the tune."

"Um, that reminds me -- I'm in the process of getting some improvements, but they won't be much," I advised them. "It's sort of my job to look, um... well, not like a swimsuit model. I'm going to be counseling women with poor self-images; it helps if you can come from the same direction. Besides, I have it on good authority that skinny women can't take the heat like I can."

Cletus grunted. "You get older, you get wiser -- or maybe it's just less picky. In any case, I learned a while back to appreciate women with meat on their bones -- too bad it was after I wasn't of interest to nobody any more." He looked at Mike. "You ain't said much."

Mike eyed me. "You're serious?"

"Yes," I agreed, "Your friends and colleagues have vouched for you..."

"What would I have to do besides, you know, sex?"

"Well, that's not clear," I admitted. "Help around the house? Maybe do some stuff outside the home. Maybe even do more or less what you were..." I paused a moment, thinking. "Remember that I share a household with Ollie -- at least for now. There will be plenty of females doing housework and such. You might have to do some more male-oriented stuff, maybe help out with the child rearing..." I thought some more, "Actually, I don't think I'm supposed to be negotiating, really."

Mike shrugged. "It was a shot. I'm pretty straight and I can think of some things that would squick me -- like taking one up the ass."

"Sounds like a waste of a perfectly good cock to me!" I grinned. "So do you want to talk about it?"

"Yeah, sure. It's the best offer I've had in a while," Mike grunted. "Cletus?"

"I could say the same -- and I will, for that matter!"

"Let's go eat, then," I told them. "We'll do it like humans do -- no dog dishes or kneeling or whatever. Tables work for me."

"I'm liking this better already!" Cletus exclaimed, climbing to his feet.

I led them back to the table and seated them next to me; everybody treated them civilly. Jack suggested that I conduct interviews in one of the suites set up for it; I asked Ollie if he wanted to come along, and he almost begged off, but agreed at the last minute. We took Britney with us, but sent Judith home to work on her 'personal ad.'

Mike apologized for being touchy, but said, "Have you seen that video?"

"No." Neither Ollie nor I had...

<It can be presented here,> the AI announced.

"By all means..." Ollie murmured. It seemed like any wall area of any size at all could be used to project two-dimensional video -- and they actually had a 3-D holographic representation of this thing available. We settled for 2-D -- and it was PLENTY, let me tell you! I was AMAZED that poor man put up with all that to stay with his kids; as for his ex wife, well, she was home for sure, apparently... Ollie left the room, unable to watch; when it was over, I went and got him in the adjoining room. Oddly, Britney sat through the thing -- and looked aroused.

"That was... criminal!" Ollie erupted upon his return. "Was Jack at the bottom of this?"

<Doctor, this was an excellent representation of the extremes that are within a sponsor's prerogatives when taking on a male concubine. There was no actual criminal activity, although both concubines were very thoroughly subjugated,> the AI insisted. <Lieutenant Harper is also on record as believing that this is extreme; however, the male was not made to suffer materially more than the female -- at least, not physically. We are aware of the different level of psychological trauma -- but this was one of the purposes of the exercise. Is this worse than execution?>

"Perhaps not," Ollie growled, "But as a male I find it difficult to treat that logically."

"And you didn't see it all!" Mike added. "You KNOW they did his ass, right? In front of his woman?"

"I'm not surprised..." Ollie shuddered.

"Let's talk to Mike, first," I said, moving things along. "Cletus, if you would step into the next room?"

"Certainly, Ma'am." Cletus hobbled out. I knew I was keeping Cletus -- if for no other reason than I wanted to see him unbent. He was polite to a fault and... earthy. We clicked. Mike, on the other hand, hadn't let down his guard.

"So, Mike," I murmured. "Can you fuck old fat women?" I climbed out of my coverall.

Mike's cock answered for him, before he opened his mouth. "Yes, Ma'am. I can surely do that."

"Okay, Hon, it's just us chickens -- you can tell us what squicks you," I said gently.

"Look, maybe I sound like a prick, and I know I should be grateful for small favors and all that, but I'm straight. I don't do gay stuff. I'd rather not be somewhere where someone expects me to suck a dick or take one up the ass."

"Mike, I'll be straight with you," I replied, "If Ollie has a gay bone in his body, he hasn't revealed it to me -- and I'm going to be your primary sex partner. Other things are on the table -- I might need your assistance with other women, and you might be called on to help Ollie out every once in a while. That said, if we don't work out for some reason, you might have to make the kind of choices they showed in the video. I think that female sergeant or whatever she was summed it up -- if it comes to a choice between eating shit and dying, which side are you going to come down on?"

"I'd rather not..." Mike looked away.

"It's not a question of what you WANT, Honey!" I insisted. "That guy didn't WANT to do those things! What are you gonna do?"

Mike sat and stewed. "Okay, well, I'll eat shit -- once. Based upon taste, I'll choose again, the second time."

"Okay, Honey," I said gently. 'I was just making a point. Ollie and I aren't interested in your ass -- except maybe I might want to lick it -- and Ollie isn't interested in your mouth -- are you, Dear?"

"Not at all," Ollie agreed.

"Let me ask you, Honey -- if, in the heat of the moment a male OFFERED you HIS ass or HIS mouth, then what?" I asked Mike.

Mike grimaced. "Taking it would kind of make me two-faced, wouldn't it?"

"We're all aware that there is a submission involved in the offer," Ollie said dryly.

"But the problem is that Mike is in no position to establish dominance," I pointed out. "Still, leaving out all of the psych mumbo-jumbo -- you're in a scene with a woman and his spouse and they're submitting to me, for whatever reason. And I need for you to do him, one way or the other -- no requirement to give any back involved. Could you?"

"Yeah." Mike looked hangdog.

"What if it was just offered?" I pressed.

"Can I say no?"

"Would you be rude about it? Or polite? What if he's insistent?" I pressed.

"I dunno. I'd avoid it if at all possible. I'd try to be polite."

"What if I made the decision for you?" I asked.

"Then that's out of my hands..."

I sat back. "I'm sorry, Hon, but I needed to know just how homophobic you are. I couldn't have you beating up some poor guy who thinks his only chance of staying with his kids is to bend over and ask you to poke him..."

Mike blinked a couple of times. "Yeah, I get that."

"I think we've hit the limits of what would be expected, Mike," I murmured. "Are we still talking?"

He nodded. "Yeah."

"You may end up doing something similar to your old job," Ollie pointed out. "We're trying to maintain the integrity of the Brinkman group. But there have been changes -- office politics are unlikely to remain the same. Doctor Chambers is bisexual -- were you aware of that?"

"Uh, no, not really."

"Personally, it would probably be irrelevant. You belong to Vera and Dr. Chambers has no access to you without her permission. But he's taken on young Antonio Vargas..."

"And he's admitted that he's gay," Mike muttered.

"Exactly. So you might stumble upon one or the other of them being serviced..."

"I don't have to hang out and watch," Mike replied. "I wouldn't puke or anything, if I found Tony sucking Dr. Chambers' dick."

"What if you're invited?"

"I have to have permission from, uh, Vera, right?"

"Yes you do," I reentered the conversation. "And I can define what you can and can't do. In this case, if either of them wanted your cock, I might allow it -- but I can tell them to stay away from your other parts."

"That'd work..." Mike was truly uncomfortable. It was time to move on.

"As I indicated, we don't see you doing oral or anal sex, Hon. We're just trying to feel you out over what happens if an exception to the rule crops up."

"Maybe, after some exposure to it..." Mike waved a hand.

"That's plenty good enough for me, Hon. Home for you is one of MY holes! Um, sorry, Ollie..." I apologized.

Ollie grimaced. "I'm aware. I think highly of Mike -- and Cletus, for that matter. I'd rather have them in this position than just anyone."

"So, Mike? It's up to you," I said, turning back to him.

"I'm in." Mike sat back.

<Transfer recorded. Michael Ferguson, you are now the bound concubine of Probationary Decurion Vera Hopkins.>

Cletus was easier. "Ma'am, I'll be frank, because I can see it's an issue. I done all that stuff, one time or another. Didn't seem like there was enough pussy out there when I was a young 'un, so me and a couple of buddies felt each other out -- very carefully, the way bein' queer got you treated back then -- and, well, like I said, I done it all. Then once I got too old to be of any interest to women, I fell back on it for a while, before my blood pressure medication set me back and I gave up on sex pretty much permanently. I prefer pussy, but I can do it -- when I can do anything at all, that is."

"We'll fix that," I replied confidently, "Right?"

<Affirmative,> the AI replied. <Blood pressure repairs are under way already as a part of basic maintenance; arterial damage requires repair before we can stress the body by reactivating the libido. An erection for Cletus White requires substantial blood flow.>

"Huh! I bet!" I laughed. "How big does that thing get, Cletus?"

"Too big!" Cletus grunted. "Ten, eleven inches. I've lost opportunities over it -- women take one look and say 'no thanks!' You hafta learn to take it easy..."

"Well, I'm not concerned," I told him. "I'm looking forward to it!" Ollie grimaced, but I didn't let him get away with it. "Don't let Ollie fool you -- he's got over eight inches -- and he gave me four children already!"

<Currently, Medical is at low utilization,> the AI announced. <This would be an excellent opportunity to present your concubines for more intensive treatment.>

"Good idea!" I turned to Ollie. "I'll take the boys to Medical; you can take Britney home and check on Judith, okay?"

"Fine," Ollie replied. "Britney?" He waved her toward the door.

<Cletus White, you have not accepted a position yet...>

"Like marriage?" Cletus chuckled. "I do."

<Recorded. I now pronounce you sponsor and concubine...>

Cletus and I eyed one another -- had the AI made a joke? I snorted a giggle. "Let's get Mike out of the other room and go to Medical."