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.