Just like every other kid I knew, I took my CAP test on the day I turned fourteen. I hadn't had any idea of how well I'd do on it, and I was very curious to see my results. I scored a 5.8. It looked like I'd be staying on Earth, to provide a snack or two for the 'dickheads' who were expected to arrive here within a few short years.

I was disappointed with my score. Who wouldn't be? The next morning, at school, I'd been forced, mostly thru peer pressure, to show my CAP card to everyone in my circle of acquaintances.

Most of my friends had scored less than 6.5, just like I had. Everyone tried to cheer me up, telling me over and over again that my CAP score wasn't the end of the world. I almost laughed in their faces, because scoring less than 6.5, when you're a male, is pretty close to being the end of your world.

I was called out of third period English and told to report to Mr. Harkness, the ninth grade guidance counselor. When I got to his office he had me sit in one of the chairs lined up in front of his desk and asked me for my CAP card. When I handed it over, he put it in some kind of hand held card reader and spent the next ten minutes making notes on a pad of paper he'd placed on his desk.

After he was finished making his notes, he started asking me all kinds of embarrassing questions. He asked me if I'd gone through puberty yet, wanting to know if I'd gotten armpit hair and hair in my groin area. His questions scared me a little, but they tended to creep me out a whole lot more. After all the embarrassing questions, he asked me about my home life, about my parent's recent divorce, and about a hundred other things that made absolutely no sense to me. He didn't indicate to me, at least in the early parts, anything about why he needed to know any of that private information.

"Jimmy, pretty soon now, your body is going to be entering puberty. When it does, there are going to be some important changes. These changes will be to your body, and to your mind. A lot of your interests are going to begin changing as a result of these physical and emotional changes you'll soon be experiencing. It's all a normal part of growing up and maturing as you become an adult male. For several years now, ever since this CAP testing was first mandated for fourteen year olds, I've been trying to convince the powers that be that the current CAP scoring is unfairly punitive for the vast majority of late bloomers such as yourself."

"Everybody takes the same test when we turn fourteen. What makes you think it's so different for me?"

"Well, that's a great question. The simple answer is that there are a lot of things that make it different for you. The test measures your Capacity, Aptitude and Potential. All three of these measurements will probably change significantly once you have gone through puberty. There is a wider range of subset scores that make up your final CAP score. Sexual abilities, mental focus, aggression, abilities to cooperate, lead or follow, as well as all the different marks you've been given for how well the test shows you'd probably react under certain types of physically and emotionally stressful situations.

"To a great degree I'm forced to admit, how the boy scores initially is usually an accurate predictor of how the adult man will later score if later retested. Having admitted this to you however, there is simply no question in my mind that, after you have gone through puberty, several of the most critically important subset scores will be altered in a significant way. This is probably truer in your particular case than it would be with many other pre-pubescent children, primarily because of some of the recent emotional stress you've undergone with the divorce of your mother and father."

I left Mr. Harkness's office with a head that was filled with more questions than answers. I'd asked him to give me some specific examples of ways in which my going through puberty might improve any future CAP score I might earn. In essence, every answer I received from him had only been s restatement of the Confederacy rules that said he wasn't allowed to do any coaching of children in subject areas which might possibly assist them with any future CAP testing they might choose to undergo.

He told me the main purpose for our interview had been to allow him to collect additional raw data to assist him in gaining increased empirical information that he hoped would lend weight to a report he would soon be presenting to the Confederacy. More than this he refused to share with me.

The one positive fact I'd taken from this interview had been his confident assertion that all these subsets that together made up the whole of CAP scoring, could be altered, for the better, if certain changes could be made by any individual being tested. I was left with a strong feeling that he'd been trying to encourage me to do something.

I could easily see how my abilities might be improved, especially after I grew stronger and more physically capable. I couldn't see where my future growth would have any effect on my potential. I wasn't that sure what the Capacity part of the scoring really measured. When I'd asked the counselor about that, he'd refused to define the term for me. Even so, I felt sure he'd been trying to get me to start thinking about what I might be able to do to improve my future CAP score results.

Up until that point in my life, I hadn't shown too much interest in girls, or in many of the social changes that had been taking place ever since they'd told all of us about the impending invasion of the 'dickheads'. I'd always figured I'd get interested in girls when the time it was supposed to happen finally arrived. I hadn't connected that interest with how I might score on my CAP test. What Mr. Harkness had told me seemed to be arguing that there was definitely a strong connection between those two things.

That isn't to say that I hadn't observed some of the social changes occurring at our school however. Changes like the way so many of the girls attending my school had begun dressing to draw attention to their bodies, or the way whole groups of them had begun to act around anyone with a high enough CAP score to someday become a candidate for being extracted from the planet.

In a way, I had thought I understood all of that, but, after talking with Mr. Harkness, I was no longer convinced that I actually did. I already knew some things about sex. I already knew about blow jobs and fucking. I'd seen stuff on the internet, of course, but none of what I'd seen had held much interest for me.

Some of my friends were really into all that stuff already, but I wasn't. One other thing I'd gotten from the interview with Mr. Harkness had been the definite idea that I soon would be more interested in it. I'm sure I already knew that, just from what I'd learned in Health Education, but, until he'd spoken to me about it, I'd never really given too much thought to how much being interested in that kind of thing might affect how I might score on any future CAP testing I might participate in.

After my interview with Mr. Harkness, I started paying a lot more attention to the way other people my age were acting around each other. This was especially true when it came to my interest in watching the goings on around Alan Carruthers. Alan was fourteen years old, like me, but he was about five months older than I was, and he'd gotten a 6.7 when he'd taken his first CAP test. Alan was always talking about girls too, even from back before he had turned fourteen, from the time before he had taken his own CAP test.

I'd already seen several hundred examples of the ways people had started treating him differently after he'd gotten those qualifying marks on his CAP test. We weren't really friends, Alan and me, but we both were members of the Chess club at school, and he lived pretty close to me. He was also the only kid my age that I knew for sure had a high enough CAP score to be eligible for extraction by the Confederacy.

A lot of the other kids I knew, most of the boys in fact, were always talking about Alan. Mostly, they would say things about how lucky he was to have such a high CAP score. Naturally, after saying that, it would then lead to them telling anyone who'd listen about what they'd do, and who they'd do it to, if they had only been lucky enough to be standing in Alan's shoes.

There were definitely a lot of girls who had been trying to get Alan's attention ever since his CAP testing results had become common knowledge. Sometimes, a few of these girls would get into fights over him -- real fights too, not just arguments, or two or more girls yelling at each other. It was pretty pathetic, and, whenever these fights happened around him, I could see how embarrassing they were for poor Alan.

You probably wouldn't believe some of the things girls said to him either. Right there in class sometimes, or while we were at lunch. Some of the worst things were said to him right out in the school hallways, when he was just walking to and from his classes.

Some of these girls had no shame at all. I'd been sitting at the same table as Alan and had heard him telling Fred Nathan, his best friend, how he wished now that he hadn't told anyone about his score. I could understand what he meant.

When puberty finally got around to hitting me, about three months after my birthday, it really hit me hard, throwing my whole world all out of kilter. My body started changing almost overnight, including my voice, which had embarrassingly started breaking up in mid-syllable, seemingly whenever I spoke to anyone.

All my emotions, especially anger and self pity, began constantly hammering away at me in my head. I'd wake up in the morning, and be pissed off about something stupid, like the sound my mom's alarm clock made, or the fact that she hadn't bought me the brand of cereal I'd casually mentioned once that I wanted to try.

Mom and I started having these little fights. For the first time in my life, I started talking back to her. It came to a head one morning when I shouted at her and screamed for her to shut up. I really felt bad about that, almost as soon as the words left my mouth.

When my mom told me I was grounded for a week for my screaming at her, I felt even worse. Of course, being grounded gave me plenty of time to wallow in even more self pity.

I was sitting up in my room, about two months after puberty first started hitting me, when I first discovered how good it felt to rub on my dick. Again, this was something I'd heard about and hadn't particularly believed. Within a week, after I'd done a lot of preliminary self exploration, I was spanking the old monkey at least twice a day.

I liked it, especially those times when I'd have these great fantasies about me having a high CAP score, like Alan's. I finally understood what all those other day dreaming boys had been carrying on about.

Having discovered that physical outlet seemed to improve my other behavior in front of my mother, and with all my friends at school. I didn't have the time or the energy to always be arguing or complaining to her, or them, about how bad things were in my life. I'd much rather be up in my room "studying" on my computer. I got in plenty of "studying" after that, abusing myself until my dick finally got too painful to do anything more with it. I'd give it a rest for a day or two whenever that happened, but only until it felt ready to take even more punishment from my hand.

It was right about this time when Alan fell so publicly in love with Heather Loomis. Heather was the best looking ninth grader at our school. She was probably either the second or third best looking girl in the whole high school. Danielle Forester had a better face than Heather's, and Trudy Bennett had a cute face, and a body that was absolutely incredible, but both of them were seniors.

Tanya Gardner was pretty, and she had a great body, but she had such a stuck up personality that almost none of the boys I knew wanted to be around her. We might jack off thinking about doing stuff with her, but none of us wanted to actually go out with her. Not that she wanted any of us either. Her boyfriend was some college guy.

For my money, I'd rate Danielle first, Heather second, and Trudy a very close third. Tanya would come in a distant fourth, or even worse. It was funny how it happened, but only a few short months later, Trudy took over first place in my mind, and Danielle slipped to third. This came about because of the effect puberty was having on my priorities. Heather remained solidly in second place.

The whole school knew that Heather had thrown herself at Alan and that she had gone over to his house one Saturday and actually begged him to fuck her. I heard this directly from Fred, and he told me that Alan had been the one who had told him about it.

It soon became obvious that Heather's life had now become totally centered around Alan. Rumors had it that she had promised him that she would fuck him whenever and wherever he'd let her in return for his promise to choose her as one of his concubine's whenever it was his turn to finally be extracted. The rest of the time, when she couldn't fuck him, she seemed to be spending on trying to make sure that Alan didn't get any sex from any the other girls who still wanted to hang around him to try to get him to like them better.

I also heard, again from Fred, that Alan had promised him, Fred, the other spot he had available for a concubine. Alan even talked about how he'd be fucking Heather whenever Alan was off fighting the 'dickheads'. One thing was certain, if you saw Alan, you didn't have to look very far to also see Heather and Fred.

A few guys, who were jealous of Alan, started spreading rumors that Heather probably wasn't the only one of the two of them who were sucking Alan's dick.

On my fifteenth birthday, I went and took the CAP test again. This time I scored a 6.4. No one talked to me about where I'd improved, or what else I might be able to do to earn that last critical tenth of a point. It was certainly frustrating for me to be so close, especially when I had absolutely no ideas about why my score had improved like it had.

I didn't tell anyone about my retaking the test, not even my mom. I'd found out that her CAP score was only a 4.3, and that my father's was a 6.9, but he no longer lived anywhere near us. According to my mother, he'd met somebody else, and they were living together in a city about six hundred miles from us. All I knew was that it had been more than a year since I'd even gotten a phone call from him.

For some reason, his having a qualifying CAP score had made me feel better about my own chances. It was probably mostly wishful thinking on my part, but I became convinced that I'd inherited his genes and not those of my mother. I was naturally hoping that this was true, and that I'd improve my score some more when I took my next test on my sixteenth birthday.

I had really started growing when I hit puberty. I went from about five three to five eleven during the ninth grade and that following summer. My body started filling out too. By the time tenth grade started, I weighed about one sixty. I'd always liked to swim, so I went out for the swim team. I made the team, but there wasn't any one event where I was strong enough to swim in individual heats at any of the meets. I did swim on two different relay teams though, and we did well enough in those two events to allow me to get my varsity letter.

In the spring, I went out for track too. I ran the 800 meters, and the 4 X 400 team relay. Again, my times weren't that sensational, but I did enough to earn myself a second varsity letter. I was also elected Treasurer of the school's Chess club in the tenth grade, but that was really because no one else had wanted the job. Alan was elected president, of course.

I wasn't the only person who had improved their CAP scores. There were at least ten people in our ninth and tenth grades who were now qualified with a score of 6.5 or better after they went and got themselves retested. Four of the newly qualified students were girls. The five new boys immediately started making things interesting at school.

The girls started getting a lot of attention from guys too, but they kept the guys from doing too much in front of everyone else. They also made it plain that any fighting among the boys would end the fighter's chances for being considered by any of them.

The new guys were way different when it came to wanting to get public attention from, and increased competition among, the girls. Three of the boys had publicly announced that the two girls they would be picking had to prove first that they were willing to be bisexual with each other. Cameron Baill and Vanessa Cochran both got suspended for two weeks after they both put on a little girl on girl show in the school cafeteria trying to impress Jason Flanders, one of the boys who'd demanded that both his future picks had to first pass the 'must be bisexual' edict.

I had spent much of my free time online, attempting to get all the information I could about whatever criteria I'd need to improve on in order to raise my score that last little bit. I had found quite a lot of general information to look through, but I really wasn't able to find too much that addressed specific areas being tested, or how to improve on them. I had a lot of hope that the swimming and the running would increase my subset scores under the subsets concerned with both aggressiveness and competitiveness.

I was absolutely certain that I was getting stronger, not just bigger. By the time I had reached the six foot mark in height, and had gotten my weight up to one eighty, I was definitely starting to feel more physically competent. It changed the way I carried myself and acted when I was around other people. I became more willing to speak up and share my opinions, both in class, and in any social groups which I felt a part of. I had started feeling more confident in myself. The increase in my size probably had quite a bit to do with that. My CAP score, being so close to 6.5 by then, had undoubtedly helped increase that confidence also.

We were well past the halfway point of tenth grade when Alan, and two of the other boys, along with an additional two of the girls who had newly qualified themselves as sponsors, were all picked up at the local mall on an early Spring Saturday morning.

There was no real surprise that so many would be extracted at the same time, because most of the qualified sponsors had begun hanging around with each other by then, hoping that the number of qualified volunteers being in a single place together would tempt the Confederacy into making an extraction attempt. It must have worked, because, the following Monday at school, their being picked up for extraction was almost the only thing anyone was talking about.

I felt bad for Heather. She'd been attending a birthday party for one of her relatives when the pickup was made. Alan had chosen two other girls to accompany him. I didn't feel sorry for Fred though. His announcing to people that Alan was committed to picking him as a concubine had caused Alan quite a bit of embarrassment, not to mention ridicule, from some of the boys in our school.

Fred had actually been right there with Alan when the pickup had occurred. Several kids who'd been in the mall when the pickup happened had said that the Marines had used their stinger on Fred, after he got so upset at Alan's not really picking him like he was supposed to have promised. Apparently, Fred got very upset and vocal while protesting Alan's change of plans for his concubine picks.

I took the test for the third time on my sixteenth birthday. I guess the third time's the charm, just like everyone says. I scored a 7.0. I'd been praying for a 6.5, so getting a 7.0 really surprised me. I knew that those five extra tenths had made me eligible for four concubines, not just the two I'd been hoping to get.

I spent the first week keeping the news about my new test score to myself. I don't know how many times I reached into my pocket to pull out my new card, just to take another look at it, to make sure that it was real. I started spending more time online, trying to find where my best opportunity for being at the site of a Confederacy pick up might be.

Before I'd been able to decide on who I would tell my news to first, things started really heating up during many of the Confederacy extraction attempts. Most of the population was now starting to realize that the 'dickheads' would be coming soon, and that very few of the regular, low CAP score people would be getting evacuated off planet.

Earlier estimates predicting that as many as thirty percent could be evacuated were proving themselves to be far too optimistic. People were now beginning to predict that far fewer than ten percent would actually be taken to some place where there was a better chance of surviving. This, coupled with the generally held belief that the 'dickheads' couldn't be stopped once they landed, had led to a radical shift in the average person's support of the Confederacy's offer to help.

Extractions were starting to be tampered with regularly now. People were being killed during a lot of these extractions. Sponsors were dying too, not just the people who were trying to disrupt the pickups. Even some Marines were being killed. So many people had begun to lose all hope for themselves and their loved ones being taken to safety. They were turning their despair into anger, and reflecting it back on anyone they believed might still be holding any hope for their own survival, especially those who were known to have a CAP score high enough for Confederacy extraction.

There were enough instances of people killing qualified sponsors to make having a qualifying score yourself something that you'd want to keep to yourself. I wasn't the only one who had figured that out either. Three of the kids in school who were known to be qualified, but who hadn't gotten picked up yet, packed their things and, with their parents, moved away from the area. This took place soon after reports of serious problems at Confederacy extractions started being reported by the media.

On the one hand, I was just dying to tell someone that I now had a qualifying score. On the other hand though, I knew it wasn't worth making myself an obvious target for all the desperate people without any hope who were out there looking for someone to take their misguided need for revenge on.

We were halfway through the eleventh grade before I was caught up in a Confederacy extraction. The interdiction field had just gone up, and the tall blonde Marine woman stood up and announced over some kind of a PA system that she was Sergeant Nunes of the Confederacy Marines, and that there was a pick up taking place.

It was right at our high school, in the gymnasium, where we were all gathered together for the pep rally being held, before that evening's homecoming game.

There was some trouble right away, when the sergeant told everybody in the stands to get rid of any guns or other weapons by putting them on the floor in front of them.

One guy started shooting wildly, right after that announcement, but the Marines stunned him by using their stingers to take him out. In doing this, they stunned several other people, the two who were on either side of him, an old woman who happened to be right behind where he had been standing.

Right after this happened, people started getting their weapons out and doing what the Marine had first told them to do. There were another couple of incidents though, as the Marines had to go around and force a few people to comply with what they'd been asked to do.

After everyone had been disarmed, the Marine sergeant started calling out the names of the fourteen people eligible to be extracted. My name was about fourth on the list of names called. As she called our names, we were told to come down onto the basketball court.

There were three teachers whose names had been called, as well as Mr. Harkness's name. Mr. Trujillo, one of the school janitors, had his name called too. That started a buzz of giggling going on with some of the students. Mr. Trujillo was a short, balding, Hispanic gentleman, probably about sixty years old.

Once all the sponsors were brought down to the court, instructions were given for any of those in the bleachers who wanted to attempt to be picked as concubines, and for those who'd be choosing not to participate.

After everyone had decided where they wanted to be, things quickly got exciting. Girls I'd gone to school with for years, never suspecting they'd participate in anything like this, had suddenly started shedding all their clothes.

As soon as they got themselves undressed, they started yelling things at some of the sponsors, trying to get any of us to come over and possibly pick them. I heard my name being called by several people, people I barely even knew. Some of the girls were already crying, despairing of ever being picked, even as they pleaded with us to give them our attention.

This wasn't at all like I'd imagined it would be. In spite of the nudity, and all the lewd actions that were just getting started, I saw nothing that I found even the least bit arousing.

Well, to be perfectly honest, there was Heather Loomis. She was positioned right up in front of all the sponsors. She still had on her cheer leading skirt, and her socks and tennis shoes, but nothing else. She was lifting the skirt up, teasingly at first, to show all the sponsors just a hint of either her ass, or her pussy. She was a natural blonde, or else she had bleached her little tuft of pubic hair to match the hair she had on her head.

When no one hurried over to engage her in conversation, she started holding her skirt up in front of her waist, then began playing with her pussy using first one, then later, two of her fingers to do it. Watching her moving around and doing all this was very distracting, and, I'll have to admit, more than a little bit arousing for me after watching it for awhile, too.

I had to laugh when I saw it was Mr. Trujillo who was the only one who went over and started talking to her. I laughed even harder when he reached out his hand to her, and she took it.

The two of them quickly picked out one other girl, then made their way over to where this other Marine was setting up the energy field that would transport the three of them up to a Confederacy pod ship.

After this happened with Heather, I stopped being only an observer, and started thinking about the best way for me to become an active participant.

From all my reading, I was already aware that Confederacy medical technology could and would take care of any physical or aesthetic imperfections that any of the prospective concubines might have. It didn't matter what anyone looked like right then, because, after a few hours in one of their medical chambers, they'd come out looking however you wanted them to look.

I was just about to go over to the women who were trying to get picked when Mr. Harkness approached me, carrying one of those CAP card readers like the one he'd used to read my test scores more than two years before. For the next few minutes he showed me how to read all the subsets of the CAP scores, and then explained what he claimed were the three best rules for picking good concubines.

"You have four concubines to pick Jimmy. Think about what you'll need to make you happy when you aren't off fighting the Sa'arm. You'll definitely want to have all your concubines be people that you know you can get along well with. They should all be able to get along well with each other too. You'll want at least one of the concubines to be someone who has the requisite skills to help to raise all the children you'll be having. Finally, you'll need someone, a male, who will be capable of taking care of the physical needs of your female concubines during those lengthy periods when you'll be forced to be away with your fellow soldiers, attempting to defeat the Sa'arm."

I listened carefully, making certain that I understood everything he was telling me. I knew that a very big part of the reason I was in this position was because of Mr. Harkness. It was because of that first interview I'd had with him after my initial CAP testing that I'd gone back, twice, to have myself retested. I thanked him for the advice he'd just given me, and for all his past help, assuring him that I now had a much better understanding of what I should be searching for when selecting my concubines.

My first pick was Allison Gainey. She was a lot like I'd always been, quiet and unassuming. She was in the Chess club just like I was, and we were pretty evenly matched when it came to our chess playing skill levels too. Her looks weren't all that much. She was rail thin, and she had this really big problem with her facial acne.

Like I just said though, in this case, looks weren't at all important to me. She had a nice personality, which was something I was greatly interested in. I knew too, just as soon as I approached her, that, before I'd showed up in front of her like I'd just done, she'd had almost no hope at all of ever being chosen as someone's concubine.

I didn't bother with asking her to undress for me, and I sure didn't ask her to let me take her for a test drive. I was counting on her really appreciating that I'd picked her based solely on her personality, not for her appearance, or because of what she'd shown she could do for me sexually. To me, she was a person, just like I was. I wanted the two of us to start off on that basis.

Allison and I, after she'd excitedly agreed to come with me, both approached Dara Phelan. Dara had this huge weight problem, probably weighing in at around two sixty, or close to that weight anyhow. I'd known her ever since kindergarten. Like me, she was just one of the people that were always hidden somewhere in the background, never very visible to any of the other people around her.

I'd always known she was a nice person; it's just that, for some reason, we'd never really had that much to do with each other. I knew she was one of Allison's best friends though. I was to find out later that this close friendship of theirs had been a physical one as well.

After Dara was convinced that Allison and I were very serious about wanting her to come with us, the three of us went over together and asked Constance Turner if she too would be interested in joining up with us. Connie was another member of the Chess club, and she was one of those girls who were always volunteering to help others. I knew she had five younger brothers and sisters at home, and that she spent most of her free time helping her parents take care of them.

When the four of us were talking, I put her CAP card in the reader, something I'd neglected to do with either Allison or Dara. When I looked at some of her sub scores on the CAP card I wasn't surprised to see her parenting skills were very high, but seeing that her sex drive scores were through the roof, that information did provide quite an eye opening surprise for me.

Seeing Connie's scores reminded me to have a look at Allison's and Dara's. It was the same thing for both of them, high parenting interests, and exceptionally high sexual interest and curiosity. Like me, all three of the girls had immediately claimed that they were virgins. It looked, glancing at all four of our sexual interest sub scores, that we were all extremely reluctant virgins. After Connie agreed to come with us, all that remained was for us to select my final pick. I remembered clearly Mr. Harkness's recommending strongly that this pick be a guy.

I had no ideas about who we should pick. Taking along another guy wasn't anything I'd been giving any thought to before my little talk with Mr. Harkness. I knew picking a guy wasn't going to be a comfortable choice for me to make. I believed that the counselor had been offering me his best advice though, and I knew he'd given all of this much more thought than I had. I concluded that it would be foolish to not take his advice.

It was Dara who first pointed Fred Nathan out to us, it was right after I'd mentioned to them that we probably should have another guy, but only for those times when I'd be unavailable to them. Fred had seemed to be in a real funk ever since Alan had gotten himself extracted when he hadn't honored his promise to take Fred along with him.

I hadn't liked the way Fred had acted with Alan during that whole period before the extraction. He seemed too full of himself, too willing to bask in Alan's reflected glory. I hadn't liked the way he spoke about what he'd be doing with Heather either, during all those inevitable times when Alan would be off fighting the 'dickheads', and Fred would be left alone with her.

We took a vote on whether or not to ask Fred to join us. The result of the vote was an even deadlock, with two in favor, and two against him joining us. Dara and Allison had voted in favor of picking Fred, but Connie and I were both voting against it. I suggested to the group that we try to find some other guy, one we could all agree on.

"Fred got a 6.4 CAP score when he was retested last month. He's smart, and he really learned a harsh lesson about how people should treat other people. Talk to him, and you'll how much he's changed after what happened to him when Alan got himself picked up. He was actually a fairly nice guy before that, but now, he's been forced to grow up after what happened to him. He's been a lot quieter than he was before all that, but now he's even nicer since that happened to him."

Allison was the one speaking, but Dara was also nodding her head in agreement with everything Allison was saying. Apparently, both girls thought they knew Fred pretty well. Connie then changed her vote, claiming that she'd only voted against taking Fred because I'd voted against it first.

The four of us went over and asked Fred if he'd want to be coming with us. The first thing he told me, after I'd made him the offer, was that he wasn't willing to suck my dick the way he'd had to do for Alan. He said he wanted that to be clear to me, even if that meant I wouldn't be picking him.

Before Fred mentioned what he'd done with Alan, it hadn't even occurred to me that any of the accusations the other boys had made about Alan and Fred had the slightest basis for being true. I'm sure he was pleasantly surprised to find himself still picked by me after he had told me about that. I told him I definitely didn't want him doing that with me. For a minute or two, picking Fred became harder for me to do after what he'd admitted to doing for Alan. I couldn't think of an acceptable reason for withdrawing my offer to him though -- certainly none that wouldn't get me in trouble with the girls.

I could immediately see that Fred was surprised about which three girls I'd ended up picking as my new concubines.

In an act of real stupidity on his part, considering where all his support for joining us had come from, the first thing he asked me as we were all walking over to the where the transport area was set up was why I hadn't picked Heather back when I'd had a chance to?

He didn't even have the grace to try to shade his query in such a way that it might show some sensitivity to how my other three picks would feel about him asking me such a question right in front of them. He did almost blow it for himself after he practically started begging me to try to find Mr. Trujillo and to ask him if he'd consider trading me Heather in exchange for my giving him all three of my girls. He's lucky that the girls calmed down after I assured Fred that I wouldn't want to trade even one of my picks to get Heather.

It was a two month trip to get to our new home. With so much time on our hands until we made new planet fall, all of us went ahead and took full advantage of the medical enhancements that the Confederacy technology was making available to us.

I opted for the complete Marine basic package, wanting to enjoy every possible physical advantage I could get. I was expecting to be posted to one of our front line Marine assault platoons after training, and knew that I'd probably be going into some type of close encounter with the 'dickheads' soon after that.

I let the girls pick any appearance enhancements they wanted to choose for themselves. They did the choosing, but we all made our choices together in the pod we'd been assigned. All five of us sat together, previewing each suggested change, using the holographic images the ship's AI was able to provide to us. I think getting other people's opinions helped to tone down some of the more radical ideas the girls came up with.

I made sure that all my concubines were aware that I'd be making some of my own changes to each of them too. In the case of the girl's, this meant ratcheting up their libido's, and stretching some of their body cavity's in order to make sure all of them would still be able to take my greatly enhanced dick size comfortably.

The only exception to getting to choose your own appearance applied to Fred. He was extremely disappointed when I insisted on keeping his height under six feet, and on his retaining his dick size right where it was when we left Earth. I did order the lengthening his tongue though, but just by a small amount. All three of the girls had made a big point of requesting I do this. I think it might have been a little payback on their part for Fred having begged me to trade them all in for Heather.

I made it clear to Fred, right from the outset, that he would only have whatever sexual access to the girls that I specifically permitted him. Even before the enhancements to all of us, I made damn sure that I was the first male lover the girls had. Allison and Dara already had some sexual history with each other, and Connie had told us that she had enjoyed sexually experimenting with several of her girl friend's, back before the five of us had gotten together that day in the school gym.

In the six months before I had to leave on an assault team that was heading out into Sa'arm territory, I made it a point to try to get to know Fred a lot better. We became friends, after a fashion, and I was soon able to put a lot my own petty jealousy, and fear of competition, behind me.

Before I left planet, all my female concubines had already been confirmed pregnant by the planet's AI. I later found out that the Confederacy had somehow done something to assure that Fred would be temporarily sterile, until after the girls had all conceived from my being with them.

As my parting going away gift, for both Fred, and my other three concubines, I had scheduled Fred for another visit to the medical facility, leaving instructions that allowed him to choose whatever physical enhancements he wanted for himself. When I shipped out, I felt confident that my girls were being left in good hands.

I had also left instructions behind that Fred was to undergo CAP testing on his next birthday, which was occurring less than a month after I was shipping out. He and I had agreed to combine our households in the event he managed to get a sponsor's qualifying score on this retest.

I had every confidence that he'd score higher when he was retested. I had just as much confidence that I'd do better on my own next retest too. I figured I'd probably get to at least an 8.0 before I was done with my own maturing.

If I ever do get a chance to pick another two new concubines, there's one thing I'm absolutely sure of. When I pick them, I'll be sure to follow the Harkness rules.