MCCls19 was fully erect. His lube-slicked cock stood proudly up and out at a 45 degree angle. His plugs hung freely draped over those of his subject who laid supine on the tapping ritual platform. The pair was flanked on each side by three witnesses for a total of six, jumpsuit clad with their fight tools exposed flaccid. All were young upstarts in their respective MCs. They were about to see what punishment looked like for the first time.  

The Subject of the ritual was a rival who had been cited for multiple mount violations for exceeding the push limit and fully depositing his demonstration. Warnings had been given. The club’s Dean had intervened many times with front and rear tenting to no avail. It was time for the Classifier to formally to reassert the gravity of club rules and customs.

The Subject’s bright red stinger pulsed with his heartbeat. The tightly tapered head glistened under the dim lighting of the ritual room. His testicles were large, almost the size of the Classifier’s and occasionally flexed under the weight of the pluggersack smothering him. The Classifier waited for a signal from the Subject to proceed which he gave with an almost imperceptible nod.

With no delay the Classifier inched himself slightly backward and drew up his massive plugs. Then with his index finger and thumb, grabbed himself at the base and swung his rod downward. His glans landed squarely between the Subject’s plugs with a muted thwack. Upon contact, the Classifier continued to push down driving his head between the plugs and forcing their separation briefly before raising his tool and repeating. With each strike, he increased the force and pressure applied.

On each flank the Witnesses watched in silence, their cocks twitching almost in sync with the strikes as the stiffened. Soon they would mark the Subject to reestablish him at the bottom rung of the hierarchy. All wins and achievements would be vacated and he would once again be like a new initiate with the added burden of having to defeat all in a combat ritual of their choice to reestablish competitive eligibility.

The Classifier continued for several more rounds when he sensed the subject getting close to surrender. He reared up is cock and struck once more and pushed his glans downward. A moment later the Subject’s stinger shot its first rope of cum upward onto his belly. Just as a it flexed and shot again, a second stream shot perpendicularly across Subject’s scrotum. Then another and and other. The Classifier was momentarily confused until he noticed the Witness closest to him on the left was demonstrating uncontrollably onto the Subject.

He knew the rival behind the mask, an overly eager stinger. It was part of the reason he was at HQ.

Not to be distracted by the faux pas, the Classifier resumed the ritual. Encircling the area just behind his glans with his index finger and thumb, the particular grip signaled a disciplinary demonstration. The positioning of the fingers and rest of the hand intended to obscure the shaft and pluggersack and “direct focus to the impending source of cum from the penetrator’s tip” per the ErMed. With not even a single stroke, the Classifier shot a single thick rope that spanned the lengh of the Subject’s entire shaft and pluggersack. The Witnesses then gripped in unison and furiously stroked themselves until they began to mark the Subject one by one with their loads. The early cummer had returned to full mast and managed to eke out a second load with his brethren.

Shortly the Witnesses stood silent, their cocks bent softly downward, dripping their seed, while their plugs hung loosely, empty, spent.  The Classifier shot his full load to conclude the ritual, coating the Subject’s manhood in its entirety.

The Classifier stepped back signaling an end to the ritual. He would be the first to exit and as he did, he gently touched the offending witness gently on the back. The Classifier quickly dressed in the post-ritual room and headed toward his office.

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At his desk, the Classifier contemplated how to proceed. He had already been notified about Stg457 from the Dean of MC |||\|, which was why he had been included in the ritual—to see that structure and discipline were deeply important to the Mushroom Club.

Stg457 was an eager cockfighter with a near arrow straight penis that pointed upward at a high angle and gave him advantage against his opponents with lower slung plugs. He had a penchant for carrying himself balls high which had attracted much attention in his club after initiation and earned him considerable time being harassed by the Pluggers who tried in vain to force him into a more respectful posture. His fellow Stingers frustratingly found him nearly immune to tenting by even the most tapered heads. He had done very well in initial screenings and showed promise for having dug deeper than most into the ErMed. However, his strength as a Stinger, a class known for quick and smooth penetration and rapid demonstration, had become a liability with the young fighter barely able to get past initial contact before spraying.

It had been at least a year or two since the Classifier had done any special coaching. He would need to determine the root issue—over sensitivity, overcompensation, or the most common problem for Stingers, latent desire to simply penetrate their way to dominance. As far as the Classifier knew, there were no ovipositioners in Stg457’s club. The subgroup appeared a few years ago in a cluster of clubs in the Midwest. They built a brand as “wasps” whose principal goal was to “sting” as many rivals as possible and deposit “venom.” Though they kept their activities mostly to themselves, their mantra of seedspreading had become problematic and was beginning to foster increasingly aggressive conflicts in the lounge sessions.

The MC Selection Cellar was quick to intervene and reeducate the rivals in the affected clubs. It was the first time the Classifer had seen more than one reinstatement by fellation at one time. He hadn’t felt particularly comfortable pumping his seed into the throats of repentant rivals though the ritual was a completely voluntary supplement to the rank reset and requested by all rivals involved.

Stg457 arrived just a moment after the Classifier had made up his mind. He knew there was deep talent in the cock behind the man that had just shown up at his office threshold. The Classifer stood and moved to the front of his desk and quick exposed himself through his pants. He produced a thin silicone sleeve that he slipped over his cock leaving just the glans exposed.

“Scrub and polish,” the Classifier order. It was neither a punishment nor a warm greeting.

Stg457 quickly exposed himself and swelled his penis. He produced a small bottle of lubrication which he applied amply to himself and the Classifier. He then began to massage the Classifier’s glans with his on in measured, circular strokes.

“The cockfighter is here to establish superiority by demonstrating control and power through his penis,” the Classifier began. “Though we are a brotherhood, we continue to perfect the ability to conquer through our manhood.”

Stg457 continued to massage the Classifier’s engorged head.

“The club believes in you. Your member is strong and attacks well. But you’re overeager. Your compulsion to mark, to claim is too strong and your seed is spilled prematurely.”

Stg457 paused. Then he felt the sensation swell from his loins to his testes which heaved and pumped sperm out onto the Classifier. The spurts were surprisingly strong given two recent demonstrations in the last half hour.

The Claissifier was not surprised and simply returned three shots of sperm to make his point.

“If you’re serious and want to be a true cockfighter, you must convince me. Your Dean says you know the Erectionist Meditations. Better than your peers. Well, show me. Go home and send me a message. Tell me your favorite passage. What spoke to you? What made you want to be a cockfighter? We’ll start your training there.”

The Classifier retreated into his pants and Stg457 did the same and left. The veteran cockfighter knew the clubs needed rivals like this stinger, but first, he needed to know the mindset he was dealing with.