The next morning the Classifier, better known in the club as MCCls19, sat down at his desk to draft his report. He logged in to the MCArComm and initiated a new log, but found himself preoccupied.

It had been months since any applicant submitted a request and years since anyone had shown up in person. He’d never had anyone present himself unprompted unless they were truly in the wrong place looking for something they could get at any gym or nightclub bathroom. Still, something was different.
The discipline to come in flaccid, the greeting and homage to a plugger, the patience and go with the flow posture. MCCls19 felt that the young man understood something in the EM far better than even the most qualified applicants. The thing that the keepers of records and protectors of the code understood: It’s not about sex. It’s about dominance void of the most degrading aspects of hierarchy. It’s the microcosm of manly conflict and literal manifestation of sexual competition without the dire physical or psychological consequences. MCs are about true sport.
Maybe the impromptu ritual was too much, too fast, too just… weird. Maybe it seemed juvenile and pointless. Clubs could seem downright cultish at times with all of the rules and cryptic practices. Sure, many men experimented with their buddies but very few men had ever experienced the peculiarities of penile combat.
MCCls19 had watched the Applicant from his office window on his way out. He had stood there on the sidewalk for a moment, totally still before briskly walking away. MCCls19 had been there, at the precipice of something very unusual, mentally conquering the labels of sexuality and moving into a new realm of thinking where all he knew about himself didn’t apply.
MCCls19 typed:
“Unknown walk-in. Immediate non-hostile display. Left 1-3 wag front and side. Pluggers signal. Pull up greeting and rest. Unintentional flex and tap. Alternate sparring strikes to the plugs. Plug lift and cock high. Sprung strong from drape. Buffed and sac tapped to pre-demonstration. Forced plugger base sting with strong jet pulses. Full discharge and excellent coating before surrender. Marked shaft simple and dismissal. Two silence violations but otherwise deferent and cautious.
Result: Recommend for reveal.
Required answers from Applicant:
-What do you know?
-How did you learn?
-Why did you come?
-What do you want?
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Message from AxMCAdmin: The report has been forwarded to the Selection Cellar via the AxMCAdmin. Comments will be sent in 24 hours upon receipt of answers. To decline, do not respond.
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Then the reply arrived. The Applicant had answered… honestly. MCCls19 was encouraged by not seeing another “big hard cock” narrative or a bitch boy type of subservience. The culture of those fetishes were so pervasive, it’s all that ever came in. MCCls19 wondered how many imaginations had been destroyed by the concept that the bigger dick always wins and the smaller cocked man must bend over and receive as the “master” takes his pleasure, intentionally and aggressively thrusting so his balls would bang incessantly against those of his prize to remind him of his inferiority. After punishingly tedious thrusting, smugly he would tighten his testicles, grunt and ejaculate inside, asserting his dominance and expecting perpetual subservience. MC saw so much more potential in equitable cockplay. Mounting could be intense, but endless pushing was not all there was to man’s sexuality.
The Classifier sealed the selection cellar’s comments in an envelope. The text would only be visible under blacklight and only for about 2 days after which the ink would fade. One more exercise and the club would know whether it had a new member.
The Classifier wrote back: 7pm.
At 7pm sharp, the applicant walked into the nearly empty white marble lobby. A man in a black suit with a white dress shirt sat behind a desk in a deep black stone to the left. A wall of rich brown wood was behind him. Straight ahead was an elevator well with three doors on each side.
“Good evening and welcome,” the man said. “Please wait a moment while we get you checked in.”
The Applicant reflexively began to reach for his wallet to show ID. So many buildings downtown required it.
“No sir. No identification. If you ever come back, you shouldn’t bring it.”
A moment later, a hidden door in the wall swung in to reveal the Classifier who was dressed the same as the man at the desk. He motioned the Applicant in and began walking down a hallway that ended at an elevator door. The Applicant followed and as they approached, the doors slid open and the men stepped in. The two descended an indeterminable number of floors. The elevator doors opened to a dimly lit and empty cocktail lounge.
The Applicant followed the Classifier to a semi-circular booth of plush black leather with a round table in the center and took the opposite side. Once the young man was settled, the Classifier handed him an envelope.
“This is the only place in any MC where you may speak and anyone may speak to you. Consider it a headquarters of sorts.”
The Applicant stared at the envelope and judged correctly that he was not to open it yet. From nowhere a server in a black suit arrived with a carafe of water and two glasses. He then disappeared behind the bar.
“You are safe here. Probably more than anywhere else. The security is second to none anywhere in the world. We develop the technology and protocols here, but that’s not important now.”
The Classifier took a sip of water and cleared his throat.
“Any door with a green handle will lead you to stairwells that lead to exits, directly outside, or the lobby. Any door with a white handle will lead to a preparation room. Any door with a red handle will lead you to a ritual room. No doors in the entire building have locks except the control room on the top floor. You may leave at any time for any reason. There is no safe word or protocol. Simply turn and exit. Do you understand?”
The Applicant nodded.
The Classifier pointed to a wall on the far side of the lounge. There were two doors, one at each end of the wall about 30 feet apart, both with white handles.
“Enter the door on the left. There will be small room, about 10x10 feet and a bench. There will be a black jumpsuit with an exposure flap and breathable black mask that will cover your entire head. Change into them before entering the ritual room, which is indicated by the red handle. Alternatively, there will also be a door with a green handle. Do you understand?”
The Applicant looked to the doors, bewildered, then returned his gaze to the Classifier and nodded.
“In the ritual room you will find an anonymous MC Dean with a 5-inch stinger. You’ve been matched with him per your request to be classified as one of his ilk. He’s roughly six feet tall and about 320 pounds. Don’t be intimidated by his size. He will not hurt you and will not touch you with his hands. His only goal is to assess your abilities by probing your cock and balls and make you either demonstrate, that is cum, or lose your erection. There will be a door with a white handle which will lead you to the room behind the door on the right. Do you understand?”
The Applicant nodded.
“You have 18 minutes to win, survive, surrender, or leave. If you force him to ejaculate, you win. If neither of you ejaculate, you will survive. If he forces you to ejaculate or lose your erection, you surrender. If you enter the preparation room, you leave. You may only touch yourself. If you win, you may mark only his shaft and testicles with your cum. If you survive, you may masturbate until you cum on each other in sync. If you surrender, he will mark you. Your clothes will be in the second preparation room. Once you are dressed, leave through the door with the green handle. Do you understand?”
The applicant nodded.
“You may never speak in any preparation or ritual room. Enter covered and flaccid, then reveal your testicles, or plugs, then reveal your shaft once he has signaled. If you enter or reveal yourself erect, he will be far more aggressive and you almost certainly will surrender within two minutes. He’s extremely skilled, and it will be easy to underestimate him based on his appearance. If you are overly submissive, he will be that much more aggressive. Keep your cock proud. Try your best to win, and don’t be surprised if you do. It may be easier than you think. Your performance against me was uncommonly good.”
The Classifier stood up and walked toward the door on the left. The Applicant steeled himself and followed.
“Now is your time to decide. If you go through with the ritual, read the comments in the envelop and report your experience to me when you get home. I will not see or hear anything but the Dean will report to me as well.”
The Classifier gave a final nod and pat on the Applicant’s shoulder.
“I think you’re different. I hope you don’t disappoint, but again, it’s your choice. MC is built on respect for others. If you’re not accepted, take that with you. You may still be accepted regardless of your performance tonight. The only guaranteed way to be rejected is to leave. And once you do, you may never return here or any MC.”
The Classifier stepped aside, leaving nothing between the Applicant and the door.

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Comments from the AxMCSlcClr:
AxMCStg: You know what I’m going to ask. Is he an erectionist or just another guy who wants to bully his cock up every hole because he spun himself out on the hookup apps? There are plenty of other clubs for that, but I’ll get off the soap box. That aside, it looks like a stinger glans from below and soft but seems more like a flare when hard. Not picky on either class and there are plenty of stingers living on their tactics rather than features. They only care about preening and mounts anyway.
AxMCSlb: Love the signature subtle stinger’s arc but the head seems more like a flare. What’s the brawling style? Fencer, true frotter, clubby, or something else? We’re not exactly swimming in stingers so we could be more liberal. I’m still a little shocked at how bold he was from the report. It seems he’s serious and might already be good for the archivist reporter pool.
AxMCStg: Not enough taper on the glans for me, but no big deal. The hardcore ovistiffenners are all retired anyway and the movement pretty toxic truth be told. (Let’s hope the WASPS never get that zealous, they're annoying enough with all that “depositing” talk on the comms.) I’ve seen some pretty thick heads tent and mount well from that base position. The stinger’s arc is perfection. That tight sack is gonna make him a magnet for pluggers to smother. Classifier, I bet you buffed and nut tucked him before you sprayed, didn’t you, hahaha. Pluggers, sigh. One day you’re gonna break someone’s stem clean in half just so you can stretch that sack a little more. Anyway, is he ready to spend the first couple months getting sacks bounced and whacked against his plugs half the time?
AxMCFlr: It looks OK on paper, but how proud is that cock gonna be in the room? And will he still want to be a stinger after that first mount when he feels that fat corona catch just right on the way out and he realizes the flop out and flex out is a way more dramatic demonstration? One thing that’s for certain, a guy with that kind of profile is definitely a cock nerd like the rest of us.
AxMCFlr: Tight balls, the gift and the curse. Much better for defense which he’ll need when rivals think he’s walking up to them nuts high. Our stingers would definitely take him in but he’s gonna have to get good at jousting fast. It would be nice to have a bit more size on the team. Our best guys are 4” and struggle on tapping and slugouts. Seems like he’s got enough weight at the tip to to really land solid smacks a rival will remember.

AxMCJck: Stingers never change. Always concerned with length, right? If he wants to preen and poke balls, let him. Takes me back to the days of digging up under those cocky monsters who didn’t know what the hell to do when I jammed the base. If he can lock that tip right between the balls without a lot of fumbling, he may be legit. The curve is signature stinger and he’s probably hard as a rock six hours out of the day. That taught frenulum brings some style to the table too.