Performance Evaluation 2: Twink Abuse Boogaloo

Again, always abuse your twinks. M/F.

 A continuation of  https://www.patreon.com/posts/26157751  

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Zac counted the doors as he made his way down the hall, nodding pleasantly to his massive naga-like crewmates as they passed. It’d been a couple months now, and he was getting to know them better. Some of them a lot better. He glanced down to make sure the badge on his chest was aligned properly, grinning at the “Assistant Personal Trainer” text. Ksseth couldn’t decide whether to call him ‘assistant’ or ‘apprentice’, but had decided the former sounded much more professional. She had, after all, been the one to recommend him to the first few members of staff that he’d, eh . . . personally trained.

He was known for his hands-on approach; it was part of what made him so popular. Seeing as how he had no tail with which to demonstrate most of the poses, moves, exercises and so on, he had to use his hands - and sometimes more of his body - to help his charges into position. That, and the fact that he was typically available to make cabin-calls. What’s personal training without privacy, after all?

Once he was certain his uniform was in order he keyed the buzzer for the door he had stopped before. The first few times he’d been nervous he’d gotten the wrong door, but now as a seasoned veteran of ringing doorbells he didn’t give the action a second thought. That is, of course, until the door opened.

The surprise of seeing the Jornissians’ eyes peering down at him from within nearly caused him to stumble backwards. “Q-quatermaster!” he burst out as he recovered, not sure if he was supposed to salute or not. Usually the Jornissians he visited were about equal to his (honorary, at any rate) rank, some even below. It wasn’t difficult to strike up a friendly conversation, act laid back and get to business when they were both comfortable. This, however . . .

Her piercing, golden eyes felt as if they were gazing through him at the floor behind him - as intense as they were bored. The iridescent black scales that adorned her sharp, angular snout and hood almost sparkled in the mixed light between her dark cabin and the bright hallway. “[Ksalaa,]” she replied, rolling her eyes slightly as the massive, sparkling tip of her tail flitted out from within and scooped him through the doorway.

The pneumatic hiss of the door closing behind him gave him pause; this was the first time in a long time he’d been nervous about doing his job. Does he give her the ‘special treatment’ or is she really just after some good exercise? Who had given her his name, and why had she been willing to entertain the prospect? Why wasn’t she wearing anything?

Admittedly the last question had come to him as a response to the realization that she had apparently been bare even when she greeted him, though his preoccupation with her rank and piercing gaze had distracted him from it before now. Her eyes were still watching him carefully as she slithered around him, nearly tripping him up in the process. 

“[Get the uniform off, boy. I’m not in the habit of waiting.]” she stated curtly. She curled up across from him, leaving him unmolested to do as she asked, watching silently instead. The passive flitting of her tongue as she watched him undress was making him nervous, and as he gathered his now-folded clothing in a small pile, he wondered to himself exactly what his recommender had told her.

Zac did not have to wonder long, as she soon beckoned for him to approach. “[I was told you have a skill with what might be tenuously referred to as ‘hands on personal training’. You are familiar with body weight exercises then, I assume.]” He nodded uncertainly as he stepped forward, “Push-ups, pull-ups, crunches, sit-ups -” she cut him off by placing the tip of her tail over his mouth suddenly. “[You’re about to learn some new ones.]”

Before he could move away her tail was wrapped around his ankles, and using a larger part of her body as a cushion during the transition she inverted him. Dangling over her, he looked down toward the floor only to watch her lay down, rolling so that her stomach was facing up at him. It took him a moment, but as he was lowered closer he became increasingly aware of the faintly glistening slit in her scales which concealed her sex. His hands found the sides of her body as he did his best to help her support his weight. Just as her belly was facing him, she had turned him so that his was facing her - as was another part of his anatomy.

As blood flow increased to both of his heads he grasped - if vaguely - how she had intended this to work. With one hand, he began to push open her slit so that his tongue could begin working its magic on her. He closed his eyes and let the muscle memory of several months work take over, working his way up one side and down the other, back and forth over all the little spots he knew to be sensitive, and generally working her like he had a dozen prior. He soon felt the familiar warmth of her own tongue envelop his shaft, then as it passed her lips. As her snout came to press up against his skin, he sighed softly into her - as familiar as the sensation had become, it was nonetheless still incredibly satisfying.

However, the sensation left as quickly as it had come, and he was about to look away from his work and back at her to ask what had happened when it suddenly returned. And then disappeared. And then returned again. After the fourth cycle of the sudden wet heat followed by relatively cold air, he realized what she was doing. A quick peek back confirmed that she was doing probably the lewdest set of sit-ups that he’d ever experienced - giving him a suck on her way up before releasing him again on her way back down.

It wasn’t exactly the intense pleasure he’d come to associate with Jornissian mouths prior to this, but as he continued to do his own work he was hard-pressed not to admit it offered no small amount of satisfaction. He began counting the times he felt that tongue encircle him again, only to let him go again. The intermittent sensation was rather tantalizing, he found, and he began relishing each brief moment of oral between reps.

His count reached one hundred before she finally let him down - something he was thankful for, as he had begun getting dizzy from the blood rushing to his brain. He hardly had a moment to rest, however, as she quickly took his body in both hands, one at his chest and the other his calves. 

“[Hold yourself straight or I drop you,]” Ksalaa muttered as she lifted him above her head. Again, he was puzzled by her actions for just a moment.

The reason this time became clear much quicker, however. In lieu of pull-ups, she had begun lifting and lowering him over her head, all the while her tongue wrapped around his shaft as she used the motion of her pumps to stroke it. While he found holding the position difficult, Zac did his best to hold still for her. The dragging of her tongue at his tool certainly was not making the task any easier, and before she had reached fifty reps he was beginning to quiver.

He was thankful when she finally did set him down once she reached fifty, as he did not expect to be able to make it much longer than that. She laid him down surprisingly gently on the floor, rolling herself over again so that she was belly-down once more. It wasn’t until she lifted herself up and over his prone form that he began to worry.

Between the manipulation of her hand and her lower body she quickly got herself lined up with his member and she began lowering herself down on him rather suddenly. It was not until her scaly body rested against his tan skin again that he realized what this exercise was. Her body raised again as she extended her arms, pulling her sex back almost enough for his tool to pop free before lowering herself back down again on him. His body appreciated the down time after having to hold position for so long, and every other part of him was enraptured by the undulation of her thick, muscular walls around his masculinity.

As she continued to push herself up, let herself down at a slow, even pace Zac slowly began to feel himself rise towards a climax – which was a strange sensation for him, for usually by this point he was working himself rather hard to pleasure his trainee. However, the change was more than welcome as he let himself relax beneath the bobbing, musclebound body of Ksalaa. His hands reached up to begin gently massaging her smooth scales, though he did his best not to interrupt her workout as he did so.

As the bounce of her slick-scaled slit against his groin continued, however, he quickly found it difficult to concentrate on anything other than the sensation enveloping him; The press of her body every time she lowered herself, the slight clenching tug of her sex against him with each push back up, the ripple of her iridescent black scales in the low light, the gentle squelch of fluid with each hilt. He had been counting her repetitions, but that was lost now to the rhythmic pace of her push-ups.

When he finally did climax, it was perhaps the most powerful he’d had, at least in recent memory. Her body pressed against his as she came down from another rep, the gentle wet slap against his skin hiding a much more violent release within her. He could feel his own seed beginning to roll down the insides of her walls around his shaft as he filled her as much as was humanly possible. In that moment, he was lost, eyes glazed over, breathing slow and relaxed despite the intensity of his finish.

He was so out of it, in his almost dreamy state of mind, that he almost didn’t hear her as she drew off of him with a light pop, or feel as she curled up beneath him. As his body was lifted off the floor by the action of her tail sliding beneath it he finally began to come back to his senses, lifting his head only to find that intense pair of eyes staring at him once again - this time only inches from his face. 

“[I had been told your endurance was . . . more impressive. It is something we will need to work on in the future.]”

“The future?” he parroted dopily, grinning as he realized what she had meant. “Ksseth,” he added, muttering it to himself as he laid his head back again.

He found himself almost ready to drift off, resting there atop her powerful, scaled body as her tongue began to slowly and methodically lick the both of them clean. “[Of course Ksseth,]” she replied between licks as she worked. 

“[Do you think there is anything my half-sister doesn’t share with me?]”

“H-half sister?”

“[Long story that I’m not interested in telling,]” she replied as she put the finishing licks to her cleaning. 

“[Now, you’re going to show me the rest of your routine. I want to see if there’s anything else there that I can work with.]”

“Yes ma’am!” Zac replied enthusiastically, sitting and then standing up, and nearly stumbling forward over her tail in the process. He stepped back into his normal routine quickly, as he’d energy to spare given the relatively lax nature of his previous position. All the while he worked to show her various positions and movements, those golden eyes watched intently - and perhaps not so coldly as before.