Phoenix Ashe had grown up on the north side of Segratia, a middle-sized domain at the core of Prefecture Staquo, on the planet Gemin. He’d learned from an early age to revere his lineage for its singular preference in matters of the heart and loins. His status had allowed him access to the finest education at the university and prime housing within the city where other Elitists lived and worked. Aware of all his advantages, he thanked the Divinity every day for his good fortune. If at times he became restless and uncertain of his lot, he ignored the urge to pursue a different path. His course had been charted many spans ago.

Each aurora he sat alone at his circular polymer table, surveying Segratia from his pinnacle’s crystalline windows and marveling at the beauty of the prefecture’s verdant landscape. Watching the sunrise, he often wondered about the world beyond the distant mountains or across the vast sea. Are the people happy or do they too want something more?

His rotating sky-floor apartment provided him with an unsurpassed panorama across the city, chasing away the dissatisfaction niggling his conscience. Despite a fear of heights, he occupied the higher-most apartment because it was expected by his parent, his friends and the prefecture’s populace. He would have preferred a small flat at street level, something that didn’t require an army of robo-servants to keep it clean. Rather than dwell on the simplicities his destiny kept from him, he thought about today’s exciting visit to the depository. Fear and anticipation warred within him as he tried to imagine his future. The insistent chiming from his holo-phone interrupted his musings.

“Good morning, Phoenix, my old buddy. What’s shaking?”

Phoenix rolled his eyes at his friend’s innocuous question. He’d known Gareth for several spans and had never understood how he’d managed to let go of the formal speech that was ingrained in the Segratians. Try as he might, whenever he attempted to mimic the vernacular, he sounded ridiculous to his own ears.

“Good morrow, Gareth.”

“So, today’s the day. Huh? Going to spurt the Ashe seed into the old stimulator. Have I mentioned, it’s like having your brains sucked out through the end of your dick by a robo-vac?”

“Several times, in fact. I don’t care what you say, you are not ruining this for me. I plan to be absent for at least a week.”

“Why so long? I made my initial deposit in less than two hours.”

“I can well imagine. After all, your control over your cock is less than stellar and everyone knows it.”

“Yeah, but my refractory period is legendary.”

Phoenix scoffed, aware that his friend spoke the truth. The masc was capable of multiple orgasms and never missed an opportunity to share his expertise. “Goodbye, Gareth.” Phoenix turned off the holo-phone, glad he didn’t have to explain his reasons for his extended depository visit. He smiled to himself before returning to the view out of his windows.

As he sipped his effervescent morning libation, a blending of Staquo’s native fruits and its sparkling water, his gaze settled on the southern end of the metropolis—to the area known as Hybridia. The tartness of the drink and the burst of effervescence on his tongue titillated his senses. He wondered if there were similar libations in Hybridia, or if there was something even better. Phoenix secretly envied the Hybridians with their relaxed social mores and less formal elocution. But his parent had ensured he conducted himself as befitting the future mayor. As much as he abhorred the attention cast his way whenever he ventured into Hybridia, the people fascinated him.

Phoenix had often visited the purlieu when accompanying his parent on rounds to examine the maturing fetuses in their incubation chambers. As the foremost physician in the prefecture, it was his parent’s duty to make sure the infants emerged from their gestation fully developed and healthy. The infants were then turned over to the parents who, because of their singular disposition, were unable to conceive, thus relying on the depositories and incubation facilities to ensure their lineage. The costs were exorbitant, making it so only the wealthy could afford the chambers.

This afternoon, Phoenix planned to visit one of Hybridia’s depositories. His best friend and fellow Elitist, Gareth Knightly, had recommended Seminal Reserve for his inaugural ejaculate deposit.

“Their fellationists suck cock like no others on Gemin. I guarantee, my brother, you will come out of there limp-dicked and totally drained.” Phoenix hadn’t needed more convincing than his friend’s ringing endorsement and after researching all they offered, he had scheduled an appointment.

Since then his nerves had been taut as an archer’s bow. He wanted the experience as much as he feared it. Once he made his initial deposit, he was afraid his fate would be sealed. He sighed heavily, knowing it was too late to change his mind. Mintage had exchanged hands and his parent was expecting him to honor the solstice and his station.

The masculines, or mascs, of Staquo followed the old laws of preservation, which demanded the collection of seminal fluids at maturity to preserve the singular elitist genetics of the donor’s progeny. Depositories then stored the climatic juices in their vaults until requested by the donor for conception.

Because he had reached his maturation during Gemin’s twin solstice, the time when its two moons were at their polar zenith, making his initial deposit during the rare vertex would ensure the purity of his offspring. They would emerge from the incubation chambers with their singularity secured. Mascs destined to mate with mascs.

Finished with his drink and musings, he called for a conveyance to take him to Hybridia. Faster than the flight of the crested ibis, the techno-wonder delivered him to his destination. Alighting from the transport’s cabin, Phoenix sniffed the air, taking in the scents of rare cinnamon and freesia. At once his groin tightened, tempting him to adjust his thickening appendage in public, a move deemed inappropriate. Phoenix recalled Gareth saying the aromatics stimulated the singular masc’s libido. He’d wondered if it had the same effect on the femmes who lived here or the heteros often found inhabiting the narrow alleyways.

The Hybridians must have immunity to the aphrodisiac.

Phoenix imagined going about the day in a constant state of sexual arousal would be intriguing, but distracting. He put his thoughts aside, noting that his intended destination, on the pristine Inception Promenade, loomed ahead. Since he was early, he found an easy bench to sit on and observe passersby scurrying in and out of the many businesses along the busy wooden walkway.

The freesia-lined walk bustled with enticing femmes—gorgeous, pale lavender skin over sinewy muscles, slender, with silken hair in various bright hues, rolling hips, soothing voices. They walked with the grace of the forest grimalkins, helping him to understand Gareth’s fascination with his paramour. His friend had confided he regularly visited a lovely femme who was a depository attendant with exceptional oral skills.

Phoenix leaned back and inhaled the heady fragrances, enjoying the sensations coursing through his body. He had followed the time-tested rituals to prepare for his appointment. His robo-servant had cleansed him within and without. He had maintained celibacy for the recommended sixty auroras to ensure his deposit’s purity and he had avoided foods prepared by hetero hands. The proud masc was as pure as a newly emerged Elitist. He breathed in once more, savoring the uninhibited swelling of his cock now that it was free of the constraining ring that had restrained his libido.

“Hey there, gorgeous. Do you need a little help with that?”

Phoenix opened his eyes and surveyed the vision standing next to him. The young femme ran his slender hand over his own tented codpiece, the front closure of his worn pantaloons. The hybrid’s shining hair lay over his shoulders in splendid rainbow-hued braids. His lustrous skin shone pale lavender under Gemin’s bright sun. He appeared as tall as the six-plus cubits of the Elitists, but Phoenix supposed the illusion was due to his slender frame. The combination of the colorful femme and the pheromones swirling about him elicited a sensual groan. Stop it! You have an appointment to get to and can’t risk wasting your seed while ogling this tempting vision.

Phoenix scowled as the femme’s cerulean eyes danced with merriment and his full lips tilted upward, revealing a smile that at another time would have rendered him speechless. He was laughing at him! Phoenix Ashe, an Elitist of the highest order. How dare he! “Are you mocking me?” Phoenix drew upon his emergence-born pride and glared his displeasure.

“No, love. Why would I do that, when all I would like is to relieve you of your—shall I say—burden? Yet, here you are sitting on an easy bench with a strapping and very tempting boner threatening to bust out of your codpiece. When what you should do is walk into any of the depositories lining the boardwalk. Now, what reason do I have to make fun of you?”

“You realize I’m an Elitist, emerged under the zenith of the twin moons,” Phoenix said, standing to his full height and puffing out his massive chest, stretching the rich fabric of his tunic to its limits. He tossed his gossamer-white tresses from his face, revealing the black-ringed sable eyes of his prestige. When pushed to the boundaries of his endurance, Phoenix could intimidate the highest-emerged of the Elitists.

“Oooh. I suppose I’m expected to kneel and kiss your over-shiny boots?”

“No, but you should at least acknowledge me and give me befitting respect for my status as the next supporting mayor of Segratia,” Phoenix roared. He’d rarely happened upon such blatant impudence in his thirty spans, and how to deal with the offender had him conflicted.

“Well, love, I regret I don’t have enough time to pay my respects to your eminence or to what promises to be delectable climax, but I have an urgent engagement. See you around, darling.”

Much to his astonishment, the rainbow vision disappeared into the crowd, his laughter ringing out and leaving Phoenix sputtering in the middle of the promenade. No one had ever treated him like an… an…Outlyer, one of those of impure progeny who claimed to be neither masc nor femme. They were often subjected to the derision of the Segratians and had been relegated to the wilderness beyond Prefecture Staquo. This blatant disrespect was why Phoenix rarely visited the questionable neighborhood. Everyone knew a Hybridian’s irreverence of an Elitist’s purity stemmed from envy. His parent had ensured Phoenix understood the dangers of mixing mascs and femmes. What he didn’t understand was why the depositories were all in Hybridia. Prudency would dictate at least the renowned Seminal Reserve move to Segratia. When he moved into the supporting-mayoral role next span, Phoenix vowed their relocation would become a priority.

Double-checking his timepiece, he strolled the three blocks to his appointment, delighting in the aromatic’s arousing side effects. While he walked, the irreverent Hybridian filled his thoughts. Phoenix wondered what it would be like to throw caution to the tempest and accept his offer of relief. Gareth constantly praised the talented femme he visited, and loved describing their sexual encounters in detail. His friend often raved about the enticing mouth of his paramour until Phoenix had begged him to cease. Phoenix had been wearing the restraining ring at the time, and the painful swelling of his flesh had taken hours to diminish, leaving him frustrated yet curious. Would the lavender femme be as accomplished as Gareth led me to believe? He shook himself free of the dangerous ideas and ventured into the depository.

Cinnamon and freesia punctuated the building’s interior, and once more his cock swelled. The scent was stronger in the polymer-enclosed lobby and the effects more pronounced. Cinfree was what the Hybridians called it, causing Phoenix to smile at the obvious misnomer. With the scent tickling his nostrils and libido, his thoughts were anything but sin free. Other mascs sat in the waiting sector, several reading holo-books, others carrying on conversations and a few remaining alone, stroking their engorged cocks. The cinfree has scrambled my thinking. It’s appalling for an Elitist of my prestige to use such a coarse term when referring to his anatomy.

Phoenix checked in on the holo-kiosk, verifying he had reserved the Titanium package, which consisted of three phases—inaugural deposit, submission play and intimate bonding. Once he’d received his confirmation, he took a seat and waited to be called. Rather than participate in nonsensical small talk or public frottage, he relaxed and enjoyed the aromatic sensuality.

“Phoenix Ashe? Please proceed to prep area twenty-seven.” The telepathically imparted announcement interrupted his erotic musings. With feigned nonchalance, he strolled across the room and down a circular hallway until he came to the cubicle bearing the holo-digits two and seven. He placed his thumb on the digital scanner and entered through the open translucent door.

The space held a nondescript chair surrounded by thick down pillows tossed onto the marble tile. The white floors and walls gave the enclosure a sterile, almost antiseptic, quality. Another entrance, that was semi camouflaged, opened on one wall. Phoenix assumed it led to the vaults. He circled the area, annoyed with his unfamiliar nervousness, and wondered what was expected of him. He ran his hand over the sparse furnishings and touched the sleek walls, shivering at their chilled finish.

“Welcome, Phoenix Ashe. If you are ready, we shall begin. We show you have requested the Titanium experience. An enlightened choice for your inaugural ejaculate,” the telepathic voice said. “If you require anything, your assigned attendant, who is also a telepath, will see to your needs.”

Phoenix nodded, although there was no one present. He was familiar with telepaths and possessed a small ability himself, but he preferred personal interactions.

“Please remove your clothing and place it into the receptacle.” A previously unnoticed drawer extended without a sound from the wall next to him. Once he was nude and his garments stored away, it retracted, leaving no sign of its presence.

Now what?

“After your cleansing, you may take a seat. The tele-chair will adjust to your preferences. Your holo-VR glasses are in the right arm. It’s your choice whether you engage in the virtual reality experience. Once you’re seated and the ion cleansing completed, your oral prep specialist comes in to begin the first phase. On behalf of Seminal Depository, we wish you a memorable deposit experience.”

Phoenix took a deep breath, noting the aromatics had resumed their olfactory tease. Delicious anticipatory sensations titillated his nerves and coalesced in his groin. He easily located the ion shower behind a camouflaged panel. He stepped under the polymer showerheads, closed his eyes and savored the pulsing against his muscles as the spray cleansed away unwanted bacteria, safeguarding the purity of his inaugural deposit. When he was done, his body tingled from head to toe, while his cock rose hard and proud from its nest of soft white curls. His lavender skin shone like diamond dust, reminding him of the heather growing wild in the fields outside the prefecture. His pierced nipples pebbled from the cool of the room and the stimulating ions. The silver loops he wore sparkled in the luminous room.

Phoenix took his place in the tele-chair and leaned back. At once the seat reclined, while the cushions inflated, enveloping him within their plush support. He found the holo-glasses and placed them over his eyes. After several breaths, he relaxed as he enjoyed the splendor of the Gemin’s twin moons rising through the lenses. His thoughts soon wandered to the pre-inaugural party his friends had held for him. As they drifted, the VR images transitioned into the get-together’s carnal scenes. His friends had embraced an evening of primal revelry with multiple partners and near-endless sex. Come sunrise, Phoenix’s guests had left him to begin his sixty auroras of celibacy.

With visions of Gareth and himself sharing Temple, another Elitist among their cluster of acquaintances, Phoenix enjoyed reliving the lewd images dancing before him. Paying no mind to the aromatics encircling him but relishing their effect, he stared at his virtual companions fellating each other. For a fleeting moment, he questioned why he couldn’t lift his arms, as he sought to stroke his cock. He tried again, seeking to fondle his friend’s muscular ass so realistically displayed in the VR lens. After a third try to break free, he began to struggle. Why can’t I move?

“Relax, love. I’ve got you.” The telepathic reassurance helped him to recall he’d requested restraints for the Titanium package’s first phase. He inhaled, savoring the fragrant cinfree. He heard soft footsteps padding into the room.

“There you go, darling. You keep enjoying the pretty pictures and lovely aroma while Tristan Faire takes care of you.” Phoenix moaned at the squeeze of a ring going about the base of his cock and beneath his ball sac, remembering part one comprised stimulation and denial, a time-proven practice to safeguard Elitist purity.

“Are you comfortable, love? Need anything?”

“Yes, I’m quite satisfied. Are you the paramour who’ll attend me during all three phases?”

“That I am, though we’re called attendants. I’ll see to your needs through phase three unless something goes awry, and you ask for another.”

“I’m certain you’ll do. Your résumé is quite impressive and your manager assures me you’re the best at what you do.”

“I’ve never had any complaints, love.” Tristan’s clipped answer and bristling tone gave Phoenix pause. What have I said to upset him?

“If there’s nothing else, let’s begin.”