I watched as a young man struggled to achieve orgasm atop a blond cutter in her thirties. His teenage cheeks pumped for some time until finally after nearly half an hour he ejaculated inside her. The expression on his face said much, it was clear the release had been less than he hoped for.

Two of the younger set giggled girlishly behind me as he withdrew from his tormentor and squeezed his sizable penis in vain, hoping to somehow coax a bit more sensation from it. I was afforded a good look at the head then, and noticed some scaring and discoloration. The two girls, seemingly in their late teens had moved adjacent to me now, and pointed at the lad's damaged meat as he stroked it, the whole thing was quite a joke to them.

I turned to leave but just as I had turned one of the companions gently took hold of my arm, and once she had my attention, gazed coquettishly into my eyes. “Tell us how they do it, we've just got to know all the sordid details,” she purred. She spoke after the manner of an educated Aleppan, none of the slurred speech so common to the Danes who worked the fields. Likely as not she was the daughter of some official, a bit too randy for her own good. Such girls, the lucky ones, were packed off to Lydia where they were taken under the wing of a Mistress Cutter, to be educated in the arcane art of Lydian “correction”.

I grinned softly, “Your Mistress will see to that. Come on now, you know better,” I scolded. The girl pouted and cast her head downwards, but I knew no relief as her friend soon chirped in. “Pleeeassee!” her small blond companion whined in an irritatingly high pitch. “Girls, what could I possibly teach you that Mistress cant?” I demanded, placing my hands on my hips. In truth my motivation had nothing to do with concern for their education, but rather fear that if I broke protocol in this of all places, my cock would soon rest on the floor of a convenient cutting arena. Of course if Alicia were to perform the honors it might be worth it. My penis began to stiffen, and I quickly struggled to rid myself of the thought.

“Oh, I think you can teach us things Mistress can't,” the raven haired Aleppan cooed, tracing her finger down across my chest to my stomach, and then a bit lower, stopping just short of what was now a visible erection. Gods help me. “A hands on approach,” she added, tittering with her friend. Against my better judgment, I agreed and hastily so, in order to get them and my erection out of plain sight as quickly as possible. When I consented, both of them made a noise similar to those I'd heard from Alicia's parakeet and hopped a little in perfect unison.

With some effort I talked them out of practicing whatever they had in mind on Institute grounds, rerouting them instead to my apartment, the one I'd taken to remove myself from such temptation in Aleppo, thinking Lydian lodgings so near to Alicia would keep me true.

Soon I stood before them unadorned and erect, my scarred, thick penis jutting out ahead of me. Both gasped in reverent awe as they took in Alicia's handiwork. “Did it hurt?” the small blond squeaked. It was a stupid question, and she realised it almost immediately, her eyes cast downward at the Volastan rug. “Yes, deliciously so,” I replied in a thick, sensuous voice. “Oooo” purred the Aleppan, cupping my full balls, brining her face and lips delightfully close to my penis.

“Look, what shall I call you? I think the occasion calls for familiarity,” I grinned, glancing down at the Aleppan who had extended her tongue in hopes of tasting me. The blonde giggled. “I'm Fania,” she gushed, turning a little red. My cock was having the intended affect. “Lykia Ciggareadu.” replied the Aleppan, before giving my shaft a lick. My heart almost dropped out my ass. “Ciggareadu?” I asked, my mouth suddenly going dry. My dick wilted somewhat, causing Lykia to slap my thigh angrily. “Goddammit, not you as well!” She was accustomed to such failures after the revelation of her noble affiliation.

“Fuck, Lykia, what'd you have to tell him for?!” protested Fania, shoving her noble companion. Fania stared in desperation at my cock, which by now had retreated considerably. “Why shouldn't he know?” responded Lykia defiantly. She stood in an instant and placed her face within a couple of inches of the smaller girl's. “I'm tired of hiding, why should I? I've got nothing to be ashamed of, he's the one who is wanting!” she announced emphatically, pointing at my shriveled manhood. My dick refused to respond for an agonizing few seconds as thoughts reeled through my head of her father, her uncle, her grandfather hanging my skin on their wall as a warning to future suitors. How ironic they would farm her out thus to Lydia where she could fuck to heart's content under the guise of a cutter. Truth be told, as usual, it was all politics. A cutter, particularly a Mistress, was a sanctioned slut, even an object of pride, an asset to many a house.

Suddenly Lykia wasn't the silly whelp she'd seemed a moment before, I was glimpsing the woman she would become. There was a terrible beauty there, a fearsome will, one to become legend amongst the condemned I was sure. “Perhaps I spoke too soon!” Lykia commented, clearly thrilled as she looked away from the cowering Fania. Her eyes were fixed on my crotch, and I quickly glanced there myself thinking perhaps the thing had fallen off at long last, a victim of Alicia's years of abuse. Instead I found a raging erection. Lykia's defiance, her domination of Fania, the assertion of her position in all her naked glory had inspired me, and I no longer concerned myself with any potential fate.

“Watch and learn,” Lykia commanded, gesturing to Fania who promptly sat on the carpet like a trained hound. Lady Ciggareadu then sank to her kneed once again, and began tonguing my wounded member. My old dick surged in response to the attention it was receiving from the nymph, a drop of cum oozing from the tip. Lykia squeezed my balls with surprising skill and I soon found myself gently humping her mouth.

Fania sat back a bit and began rubbing her small, pink snatch. The lips of her mouth were parted, her cheeks flushed and her eyes wide with lust. Despite the service her ladyship was giving me, I longed to fuck her little friend merely in return for the fine display she was offering.

“Lesson number one girls, always control your man,” I said breathlessly as Lykia hoovered away. I bade Fania to approach and she did just that as though in a daze, her hand glued to her cunt the entire time. “And never sympathise with an adjustee,” I paused. “What's the penalty for letting a detainee come?” I whispered in Fania's ear. She had never stopped rubbing herself, sounding as if she were on the precepace of orgasm. “T-tell me,” Fania gurgled. “They take your clit....” I hissed, so softly and so close to her ear I was sure even Lykia was none the wiser. As “clit” escaped my lips, I slid my hand under her own and squeezed her hard nub. Fania squeaked and fell onto me, her breath coming hard and very ragged, her little cunt squirming all over my hand.

We all agreed Fania needed a rest, and she was indeed grateful to fall onto my sumptuous king-size bed. I very abruptly popped from Lykia's mouth, causing her to whine a little, and joined the extremely satisfied Fania on the mattress. My cock stood proudly at attention, a youngster on each arm once Lykia joined us, and her Ladyship suggested it might be a good time to practice a bit of the time honored art of Kintau. The uninitiated quickly learned this referred the rather shocking, but deliberate and precise insertion of needles into an erect penis. The idea being to instill awe, dread and desire in the recipient at once. Not so different than most Lydian correctional procedures really.

Fortunately, Lykia seemed well versed in the subtleties of Kintau, and I wondered which sadist had been responsible for her education. I found myself hoping it was Alicia, excited by the thought that the virtuosic skill of my love might please me through this teenager. Fania watched with saucer like eyes as her companion applied the needles with all the excruciating tedium her Mistress had demanded. Precum poured from my old dick now, and I was a little ashamed I was every bit as hard as I would have been with Alicia, something no other woman had achieved until now. “You do him now,” Lykia commanded her junior. Fania stammered, but was far too willing to protest earnestly, and proceeded to expertly torture the left side of my member as well as Lykia had its twin. With plump bottoms in each hand and my penis perforated like some rude pincushion, it took every fiber of my being not to spew great geysers of ejaculate on us all, but I managed somehow.

“We better do him before he pops,” I heard Lykia declare, her tongue tracing the crown of my head a second earlier. Suddenly my eyes snapped open, fearing she intended to finish me in her enthusiasm. Instead she merely pulled the offending needles from the upper part of my shaft before mounting me. Fania whined, and demanded to be first, but Lykia sobered her with a quick, soft slap to the cheek, causing the little girl to retreat like the family pet once again.

I nearly ejaculated as the lips of Lykia's teenage sex kissed the tip of my savaged organ, the pins digging deep into the root of my manhood. After what seemed an eternity, she allowed her pussy to swallow my shaft, and began to rock gently back and forth, making sure she disturbed the pins at every turn. Just as I was about to climax, the sound of the front door seal breaking reminded me of the long forgotten nature of the situation in which I found myself. Before I could toss Lykia from atop me, Alicia stormed into the room.

Mouth agape, she dropped the leather satchel full of the tools of her trade to the floor, but her amazement lasted only a moment. Alicia was no fool, a Lydian year is a decade as the old saying goes, and the dropped jaw was soon replaced with a smirk. “Hi....Bobby....gee, what are we going to do with you?” The smirk was then succeeded by a full sarcastic grin, and I began to beg for forgiveness. Alicia merely retrieved her bag from the floor and opened it. Desperate, I clung to her ankle and blubbered away. “Lykia, subdue,” Alicia said flatly, as though speaking to the desktop at work.

Lykia obeyed her mistress without hesitation and punched me squarely in the balls with force I would not have guessed she could muster, causing me to shrivel into a knot on the thick Volastan pile while Alicia injected something into my arm. “Night, Bobby,” she said sweetly, as though she'd tucked me in for the evening.

When I awoke I wasn't surprised to find myself strapped to a table in one of many sterile theaters in the Institute. All of my fears were realized, and I was suddenly aware that my dreams all these years if not prophetic, were at least instructional. I'd always been here. It was my destiny; why fight it?

I felt the cold steel of the stainless band around the root of my cock, the same type of band I had seen from other side of the observation glass on many occasion. I wondered who might be enjoying my torment now, but I really needn't have. I knew somehow Lykia and Fania were rubbing themselves to their heart's content just out of reach.

Just then, Alicia sauntered into the room in my favorite outfit, the leather ensemble I'd masturbated about since catching a glimpse of her at work so many years ago. Her expression was angelic, ecstatic, and I felt nothing but love when I gazed into her profoundly beautiful, blue eyes. She proceeded to show herself to me in traditional fashion, allowing me to smell her, to feel her skin. Her mouth descended upon me so expertly as to put her previous efforts to shame, and she fucked me with a heat I'd never known. Finally she leaned forward and whispered into my ear as she rode me. “I've always wanted you like this Bobby, in here, the reality of it, not pretending as we always have,” she hissed.

When I neared orgasm Alicia hopped off my dick and then from the table, her heels clicking delightfully as they struck the floor. She then began the final, teasing lick of my dick, making it jerk as my boiling balls begged for release. “I don't hate you, Bobby,” she cooed, nearly whispering. “I love you,” she confessed, a small tear forming at the edge of each eye. “I called in a lot of favors, Bobby.” she whispered, pausing to lick the scarred head of my now drooling penis. “I can keep you, you're still mine, keep you at our place,” she paused to suck. “But this,” she said, gripping my cock with painful force, “This has to be,” she continued, suddenly producing a small stainless Lydian blade from behind her ear and bringing it to bear against the root of my manhood. “Don't hate me Bobby,” she pleaded, bringing the knife to bear. “Gods help me, I want to, I've wanted to for sooo long,” she wept, a tear running down her cheek. “Say you don't hate me Bobby!” she cried, slicing into my thick dick. “I love you baby, I always have,” I replied, my voice strained and laboring under the intense sensations. “Take me, baby!” I wheezed, at which Alicia laughed as one does when finding relief from a great tragedy. I ejaculated more intensely than at any point in my life as Alicia cut my cock from its root.

The parties involved kept their word so that I was stripped of my Aleppan citizenship and given to Alicia as her property. She was a kind Mistress and treated me no different than before with the exception of denying my orgasm for a week or two when the mood struck her. It was not difficult to do as I now needed some extra attention in order to achieve satisfaction.

We lived together for for what seemed an eternity until in her hundred-seventh cycle, a renal augmentation failed somehow, and she went into shock. Alicia was too frail to endure it, and at 11:45 PM on the 6th of Reune in the 450th cycle of Neptune her respiration failed and she joined her ancestors.

Lykia was very kind to me, and agreed to adopt me as her property. We watched the bearers set Alicia's funeral barge alight on the shores of the Lydian sea, and she stayed by my side despite the bitter cold as I watched until the flames finally disappeared some miles from the coast.

Three years after Alicia joined her ancestors, I visited the Institute at the invitation of Lykia. She was so proud of her granddaughter, who had chosen to carry on the somewhat dubious family tradition. I had to admit, that even though what little flesh remained had failed a few years ago, I still looked forward to seeing the ripe young descendant of Lykia in action. Would she be anything like her nanna? Would I see a raven haired nymph full of fire and promise?

Lykia took my hand in her own while we watched from behind the fabled glass as Adia, her grand-daughter, took command of the theater. Adia, I thought, seemed a different creature altogether. She was tall like her ancestor, and her hair was dark, but tinged with just a bit of red, so that under the theater lights it looked almost auburn, a trait inherited from her Danish father. If someone had suggested that a Ciggareadu would have a Dane for a father in my time, he'd have been slit from his throat to his privates in short order. How things had changed. There were even a couple of Danes in the senate I'd heard.

Adia's bosom was small, but her rear was round and ample, her gate pleasing to any man no doubt. She trotted proudly like a thoroughbred, clad only in thigh-high leather boots which framed her lush auburn bush handsomely. A young stallion lay strapped to the same table where I'd met my fate nearly a century before and Adia grabbed his cock roughly. As she held the thing firmly in her grasp, Adia looked upward towards the mirrored glass and smiled proudly as she imagined her grandmother's loving gaze. At that I saw her face fully for the first time. Delicate features, high cheekbones and piercing gray eyes left no doubt as to her noble stature. Before she returned to her work, she smirked a bit, and her eyes danced, filled with some savage heat I'd seen so long ago. I began to tear up a bit.

“Robert, are you up for this?” asked Lykia lovingly. “She has your fire!” I croaked. Lykia took on a warm expression borne of years of affection and kissed me tenderly. We watched as Adia put the young man through his paces and exchanged knowing glances when he began to beg for relief and mercy. Her ample rear gave him none however, and a moment later she hopped from the table as Alicia would have and hacked off his thick penis just as the first jet of semen erupted from the head.

That night, Lykia resurrected her considerable skill in an attempt to animate the bit of cock I had left, but it was no use. Her tongue did feel very nice however; it was fulfilling to have such attention paid to me once more, even if likely for the last time.

As I conclude this I sit awaiting a cardiac augmentation, my third in this long life. I have seen nearly one-hundred-twenty “yahren” as they say these days, a Dane word, lots of them creeping into the language. After all is said and done I can say that I am satisfied, and that, I have learned is a rare gift, and is at last....enough.