Mr. Remotely
"There it is! Yeah, there you go!" Sarah giggles gleefully as the semen spurts from the penis of the young male strapped upright and spread eagle on the rack up on the small raised platform.
I like how he bucks against the restraints, hips jerking forward with each spurt like he's trying to shoot it further, his penis flexing freely as he ejaculates, dancing for the small crowd of gathered women. This is how we've agreed all the males we're evaluating this evening will come. Though we'll entertain ourselves using a variety of stagings and methods to get them there, once started the penis is to be left to dance and bob on its own as the spasms eject their semen. It seemed to us the only fair way to compare their performance. Besides it's great fun to watch them that way.
This one has caught my fancy. Twenty something, mouth half open, looking down to watch with us as if he's as fascinated by his own ejaculation as he hopes we are; my vote would be to keep him. I think he's just what we're looking for; nice build, eager, somewhat larger than average circumcised penis and good sized, symmetrically hung balls.
His excitement at being up there for the audience had him already primed to deliver on cue without interminable flogging. Something we look for in any male seeking service. After a bit of teasing and toying to let the audience enjoy him, it took only a few quick strokes from Adriane's practiced hand to set him off. And as for the delivery itself; he put out large, forceful spurts of pleasingly thick and very white semen that will provide better visibility than the more watery stuff the male just before him gave us, though I rather preferred the staging of that one. The prior male had not been bound but left to stand free as he ejaculated.
I do enjoy bound males in certain roles, such as serving as decorative doorposts or framing for portions of an event space heavily trafficked by patrons; say posted on either side of the queue for the bar where women waiting on line to order can handle and tease them in passing or just enjoy how they'll thrust and strain against the straps to silently plead for it; that always adds a bit of ambiance. But to my taste, restraints also somewhat deprive the male of an active role in his own objectification. I like seeing them work to make a spectacle of themselves for our amusement, like that last one with that softly buzzing dildo up his anus, standing with his legs spread wide and hips forward to display himself, his hands flailing softly at his sides, clearly wanting so badly to touch and finish himself, shoulders hunched forward, that mouth half open, dazed expression they get, trying to hold still to show us as the jerk of his hips jounce his balls and make him stumble slightly, the penis doing its pretty dance. He was quite entertaining.
Too bad, though, about the rather watery output; fine for most purposes but visibility matters in this case because, even though it won't be a terribly large reception they'll be performing his toast for, they'll still need to show well for those guests seated a few tables back from the head table. So both timing (what I like to call their 'come-readiness') and visibility will matter as we toast the happy couple on their special day.
I lean across in my seat to my friend Liz sitting next to me as the bound male bucks and spurts a last few desperate blips of semen. "I know we have the rest to go through," I say softly as the other women in the audience murmur and chat around us, "but I'd keep this one. He's..."
"Of course you would." Liz interrupts me affectionately. "You always like the young ones." She teases.
"Well, for what we want out of them, younger is usually better." I observe practically.
"Still," Liz says with a soft laugh, "we have to be fair. Let them all show us what they can do. Genine is getting it all for us." She motions to the small tripod and camera set up slightly off to one side where Genine is faithfully documenting each dancing penis in profile for our later perusal. "Making up your mind so soon takes all the fun out of the compare and contrast discussion."
"What's that?" my young guest Fia leans in from my other side trying to overhear. She pushes her glasses back slightly on her nose and, "So there's going to be, like, a review?" she asks.
"Oh. Yes." Liz says breathily, leaning in across me to smile at Fia and "Ten is too many to keep track of and remember accurately. I mean, we thought we needed at least that many to make sure we had some choice and came up with five who can provide toast worthy come-shots." she breaks off laughing softly at Fia's expression. "Blah, blah, blah, right?"
"No, no, this is great." Fia says hurriedly. "Just the way you guys say things it's..." shakes her head. "So after this though, after they all come, you're going to, what, look at the film, kind of like game film to see...?"
I lean back to let them chat more easily past me. I enjoy the post orgasmic throes of the young male still strapped in position; his chest heaving, his upper body curled downward against the restraints as his still fully erect penis continues to bob and flex with pretty after spasms. They really are endearing this way; his fifteen seconds of ejaculatory glory past, but his body still in thrall to those desperate little twitches of his cock, each one triggering that reflexive little buck of his hips, the crease of muscle in his open inner thighs as he strains to close or maybe spread them further, with equal futility. There is an delicious intimacy to it; his urgency spent, he lifts his head slightly to look out at us as if his bodily and social awareness are being reintegrated; recognizing himself and us, registering, now on a different scale, just what he has allowed us, begged us, to do with him; suddenly even more naked for the loss of his need for release. We'll leave him there on display to writhe a while longer for our amusement.
The pleasure of the moment is interlaced with Liz's helpful explanation of 'coming' attractions for Fia.
"Once we're through the group, we'll take a short break and then replay their come shots up on the big screen. Now, you understand, we do take the evaluation seriously; we want five show worthy ejaculators, one for each of the formal toasts we bridesmaids will be giving at the reception. But we'll also just enjoy playing the whole thing up for the males so, after they've recovered a bit, they have something to masturbate to so we get one more round out of them. Not that we really care about their seconds for our purposes today, but it's just fun to make them do it. We'll probably replay each one a few times so we can react, comment and compliment, you know, make all sorts of girlishly lewd and appreciative remarks with the males all lined up to watch with us and listen to us talk as they jerk off. It's amazing what watching other men come does to them, but then having us all watching them up on the big screen and talking about it and them... " She laughs.
"Ah, that's so sweet." Sarah, Fia's still younger friend, also my guest at this event, coos from two chairs down as she watches the young man strain to thrust his hips up and forward towards Genine who has taken her camera off the tripod and come around to kneel in front of him to film up between his legs from below for a few final shots. "He still wants to show for the camera." Sarah purrs. "That would be a good shot, up under his balls like that."
Another woman nearby agrees with her; says something about how nice it is to have some younger women here to share this. "Always good to have new blood. Keeps things lively."
Yes, well, Sarah is certainly that; though to be honest I find her newbie enthusiasm a bit affected; like that last bit about his balls; perfectly accurate but a bit breathless. Fia, on the other hand, strikes me like an eager undergrad collecting information for a term paper. She's clearly interested in the subject and enjoying the educational process. But maybe I should just tell her there will not be a test later. As for the third of my young guests and potential recruits, Charlotte, she seems to have slunk away sometime soon after we arrived.
Fia, Sarah and Charlotte approached me as a group at one of my campus book signings. They were not particularly interested in my latest treatise on the Ptolemies (though they did dutifully buy a copy for me to sign by way of introduction). They were more interested in some of my less technical writing on some of my leisure activities. At any rate, they seemed genuinely interested and, as noted, it
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