Inspection
Worshipful Master shifted His great weight unto his left elbow. His huge muscles seemed to rumble as He moved. His intense inscrutable expression never wavered as his deep resonant voice sounded to the Prefect alone. "How many more, Prefect?" "Thirty, Worshipful Master." "No to 1 and 4. 5 to the labs. 3 for next phase." A pause. "And 2 Worshipful Master?" "Stays." "Very good." The Prefect had 1, 3, 4 and 5 escorted out. Worshipful Master stared at Jason's impressive muscular nudity. He looked at the readout. 6' 3". 23" arms. 48" chest. In training for only 4 days. "Turn around." Prefect jumped. It was very unusual for a Worshipful Master to address a human directly. Jason did as he was told. His beautiful high glutes flared magnificently as he turned. His thick 10" man meat struck his thigh when he finished. Worshipful Master's black eyes flashed and Jason felt his arms raise into a double biceps pose. The control of his body by another being was strange at first, but he knew it was foolish to try and resist. Especially as he felt his arms engorge with blood so that his veins and arteries stood out as thick as his fingers. Next, Jason's mind filled with the heat of sexual frenzy. His hard balls lowered four inches in their sac and his cock telescoped down, out and then up raising the fist sized purple head in readiness to his sternum. All this without once touching himself. His fists came to his hips and he looked surprised as a chard of cum appeared at his piss slit. His neck and vertebrae suddenly infinitely flexible, his thick full lips came down and he was tasting the salt and ooze of his own cum. Down and down his head went, impossibly filling his mouth and then throat with his own cock until he thought he might choke. He had never smelled his own thick pubic hair before. Then slowly, sensuously his lips came back up his magnificent shaft and his tongue swirled around the corona of his cock head leaving a slick sheen of saliva and precum. Back down his head went. This time his lips found the base of his cock and he stayed there unable to breathe. "Enjoying yourself, human?" Worshipful Master asked out loud. His three naked guards chuckled. As if on cue they gathered on either side of Worshipful Master's throne-like chair. They were identical, towering eight feet in hairless, masculine display. One knelt between Worshipful Master's thighs and began to lave the immensity of the cod piece there presented with his obscene noisy tongue. The other two were having their baseball sized testicles fondled. "Up, my beauties," Worshipful Master commanded and the cocks as large as pythons began their ascent while He continued to fondle the guards balls. Jason was turning purple when Worshipful Master finally brought his attention back to the beautiful candidate. "See, if our handsome human is finished with himself, if he is fit for Barbian sex." Worshipful Master released the two giants and took the head of the third who was freeing the pressure beneath his Commander's cod piece. Jason got a brief glimpse of the immense beauty of Worshipful Master's cock just before it was swallowed up by the greedy lips of his guard. The other two guards approached Jason from either side just as he was released from the life-threatening position he had been mind-controlled into. He gasped for breath just as one of the huge guards took his head between his fists. "Suck!" came the command and Jason felt 18" of stiff Barbian cock invade his mouth while his thighs were being irresistibly pried apart from the rear. Jason wondered how his hole could possibly stretch to accommodate the size of the guard when Worshipful Master provided the answer. "Do not damage the human with your trungeons. I require him for my stable, " and Jason felt his innards go blissfully lax just as 18" of Barbian man meat invaded. For over an hour the orgy continued, the Barbians being quite capable of 10 to 15 orgasms before they begin to tire.
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