This one is a little outside my wheelhouse. If you like it, please vote or comment so I know if Robert's story should continue.
The "The Earth-Space Exploration Corps" recruiters apparently liked what they saw and heard during my interview. My physical condition, my knowledge of "history" and my eagerness seemed to score points.
I was with a group of dozens of men and women transported to a facility for "basic training."
During the transport, I listened and picked up on a few dynamics.
All men were indeed nude in regular society. It was just a given. They also were not allowed sexual activity or release without the direct command of a female. Any female.
I found the women in our group were there because they had chosen a career in the military, or space exploration.
They had to go through basic training just like anyone else. But after training they were guaranteed an officer's commission.
When they had signed up they had lost the privilege of clothing during training. While all of the males were nonchalant, being accustomed to their nudity, the women in the group were very uncomfortable initially. They were not used to public nudity and felt as if everyone's eyes were on them.
Well. They were not wrong.
We arrived at the training facility, which evidently had been used for that purpose for centuries. I realized my grandfather, who had been a sailor, attended the same school!
After an initial briefing about general rules, we were formed into lines for medical clearance.
I was first in line because I was the oldest in the class. It wasn't the centuries. Yes, I had been open about my origins, and apparently it was not unheard of here. But the "age" being used for me was my biological age...minus my etherial experience. Even in my late thirties, I was considered the "old man" as most of the cadets were adult teens or early twenties.
We were prodded, poked, measured and analyzed. A nurse placed a device which had about two dozen heads on it against my upper arm and pulled a trigger. I was suddenly injected with numerous vaccines and supplements.
Apparently some of the supplements were for physical fitness. Within a few seconds my muscles felt stronger and more vital than they had in my youth. I could feel the soreness dissipate from my joints.
Sonuvabitch! My erection, already a major distraction, grew even stronger. I felt nineteen again. It throbbed, I groaned, the nurse laughed.
While I was distracted, she lifted my testicles, placed another injection gun against my perineum, and pulled the trigger.
"Oww! Fuuck! What was that?"
She smiled back with an impish grin. She obviously liked her job.
"It's your GCM, or Genital Control Module. It can control whether you can have an erection or not. But more importantly...it controls the ability to orgasm. When injected, it has an orgasm block which will not be disabled until your training is over...males are not allowed the distraction of orgasm during training."
A twenty-two year old three people behind me with a burgeoning erection asked in a quavering voice, "Ha-how long is training?"
She ignored him, looking to see my reaction, "Eight months of intensive training. We have a saying here...'no semen from seamen' and you are all seaman rank until you promote to non-com or commissioned officer."
A humanoid woman in her twenties behind me, who looked mostly human but had the most beautiful blue skin, asked, "We're all seamen?"
The nurse reassured her, "Yes, dear. But don't worry. You don't have any semen to give...the no orgasm rule does not apply to female cadets."
The twenty-two year old asked, "What if we don't get promoted above seaman after training?"
The impish grin returned, and in a sing song voice, "No semen from seamen...better study hard."
The boy turned instinctively to run. Two muscular women caught him and dragged him back.
The nurse shook her head, "Next..."
Our training was very intense. Or at least constant. We learned combat training, tactics, avionics, organizational details, applicable law, stellar navigation, and dozens of other topics.
Sex was not part of the training. But it was certainly part of our lives.
The culture in which any female could "demand satisfaction" from any male carried over from civilian life into the services. Even during working hours, if it did not hinder the efficiency of the crew and a woman craved "attending" all she had to do was order it from a male crew member.
Rank had no privilege in this arena. If a lowly female ensign wanted it and a male lieutenant was handy, and it did not interfere with duties...
The female seamen could only demand attending from fellow male seamen. They looked forward to the end of their training.
I was the oldest cadet in the class. As a result I ended up being somewhat of a sage to my younger classmates. They would come to me for advice and to vent.
I was also popular amongst the female cadets and the academy staff due to the size of my member and my patience when making love to them. Something the younger males had not had the time to learn, for the most part.
I and several other cadets were relaxing during one of the rare evenings off we got. The cadets did not have individual rooms, but slept on bunk beds in a large dormitory. There was a break area in the same room with several tables and a kitchen.
I was sitting at one of the tables reading news articles on a tablet. I was trying to keep current on events since I had been "out of pocket" for so long.
Suddenly the door burst open, slamming against the wall behind it. Seaman Klarr, a Veluvian female cadet stormed into the room, cursing in the native language of her planet.
Klarr was the blue skinned female who had been behind me in medical. She was an incredibly beautiful young woman, only standing about 5'2" but strong as an ox due to her race.
In addition to being very strong, Veluvians had a genetic issue which caused them great difficulty in the fleet.
The joke was that everyone wanted to play poker with Veluvians. They were famous for being living, breathing mood rings.
Most people have a poker face. Veluvians could control their expressions. But what they could not control was their tinting. It changed quite uncontrollably with their emotions and moods. It is hard to deceive someone or pretend when your entire body gives you away.
Klarr's normally brilliant turquoise flesh was currently a dark, iridescent midnight blue.
Everyone knew what that meant. She was out of control pissed and on the war path.
Everyone moved quickly to their bunks, anxious not to incur her wrath. Everyone except me, focused on an article about the latest race of "aliens" the fleet had encountered.
