They do.

Then the alert sound rang. A high, warbling chime, intoning its message throughout the caterpillar and all the lands around it: now was the time for human specimens to be brought into the Synod.

"Wh-what is that?" asked Callum, still lying there on his back. His wrists were bound tightly behind his back, and his ankles were shackled together. He was tightly bound and wrapped up, utterly helpless. Esme could have beaten him savagely or done unspeakably horrible things to him if she had wanted. And yet, she only stood on her knees beside him, towering over him and looking down at him as he quivered in his restraints.
{That's the signal from the Synod} said Esmeralda, {It's time to face the music. This will not be easy, Callum. And you might feel very frightened and **** while we're there. Are you ready?}
"I-I am," he said, trying to put on a brave face. He wasn't sure what he expected. He wasn't sure if he expected her to yell at him for being weak, or to mock him for pretending to be stronger than he really was.
{You silly boy,} she said, {You're not ready. But.... it's okay, Callum. I understand how hard it is.} As she spoke, she leaned down and kissed him on the forehead. He was lying on his back on the bed and she was sitting beside him. After she kissed him, she slowly stroked his hair, smiling sadly down at him.
{How do you feel, Callum?} she asked, {You can answer however you want. Don't fake it. Just be honest.}
"I... I... I'm really scared, Esme," he said, his little body quivering slightly, "I'm just... I don't know what's going to happen to me. I'm afraid they're going to hurt me. I'm afraid they'll take me away from you. And they'll take me away from Phaedra!" his voice was high-pitched at the end, his eyes watering up. He stared up at her, blushing, whimpering, quivering, pleading with his eyes. Esmeralda looked down at him, her heart aching. The poor thing was so scared and troubled. What could she do to assuage his aching nerves?
{Callum} she said softly, {Listen to me. I know this isn't easy. The Synod is going to put you through some tests. They might do some... unusual things to your body. They might play with your nipples. They might stimulate your prostate. They might apply vibration or electricity. They might want to lick you with their tongues a lot. But keep in mind, I'm going to be there the whole time. No matter what they do, if it gets too severe, I will stop it. Do you hear me, Callum? If it goes too far, I'll call for a break. I'll take you into a private room, aside from the testing chambers, and I'll hold you in my arms until you're ready to continue. If you need to... cry or shake a little bit, that's okay. I'll make sure you're not treated poorly. And you'll get all the support you could ever need.}
Callum looked up at her, bit his lip, and said, "Esmeralda, I... Can I please ask you a question?"
Esme smiled down at him and began petting his head with one hand, looking deeply into his beautiful blue eyes. The poor thing was so scared, so constitutionally afraid. He just needed some soothing, gentle treatment to make him feel loved and safe.
{Of course, Callum} she said.
"...Will... Will it hurt?" he stammered, his shoulders shaking ever-so-slightly.
{A little bit,} said Esme heavily, seeing his eyes widen at her response, {there may be some electricity. And you may be spanked, whipped, flogged, pinched, tickled, or teased. I can't control any of that. But I will make sure that you are never injured or treated too harshly} she said.
"Are they going to..." Callum swallowed nervously, "Are they going to put things in my butt?"
{Probably,} said Esme, {Most likely you'll be thoroughly pegged and have your prostate massaged, squeezed, fondled, stroked, and milked. It will feel very good, all told. But I see you're afraid. And I mostly just want to make you feel better. What can I do to make you feel calm and safe, Callum?}
"I just..." Callum said. Everything was so overwhelming that he felt incapable of responding normally at all. He was afraid that the Synod would just eat him alive. There was nothing he could say or do that would make him feel normal anymore. Finally, he took a deep breath, and said,
"Esme, please... I just need you to hold me. Is that okay?" his voice was a bit higher than normal, sounding as if he were pleading.
{Of course} she said. She lay on top of him, wrapping her arms around him and gently cradling him against her, kissing his forehead gingerly and pressing her warm, soft body against him.
{You sweet little thing,} she said, squeezing him as tightly as she could without hurting him, {Are you really this scared? Are you afraid of the Synod? Are you afraid they'll be too rough on your little butt?}
"I don't know," he said, shivering, "I just... I'm really afraid right now. Are they going to hurt me?"
{I won't let them!} said Esme, gently squeezing him against her, {I won't let anyone hurt you, Callum. I can feel your heart beating. You're so frightened right now. Listen to me, Callum. I'm not going to let the Synod do anything terrible to you. There will be some tests, and they might do a few things that get a little... sexy... but I will make sure that they don't really hurt you. Do you understand, you sweet boy?}
"I... I understand," he said, "Let's just get it over with, please. I'm so scared... Can we just go?"
{Of course} said Esmeralda. She gave him one last loving squeeze, pressing her cheek against his and feeling his heart beat through his ****, narrow little chest. He sucked him a deep breath and submissively pressed his body against hers, receiving her warmth.
{There is a traditional way} said Esmeralda, {A way of binding and leading human males into the Synod to be presented. Please stand up, Callum.}

Callum obeyed, feeling himself lifted off the bed and sat down on the floor on his feet.

Now, he was standing on the floor on his own two feet.

The cuffs around his feet disappeared, so that he could walk freely. With a flash of Esme's psychic power, his hands were bound behind his back, and there were shackles around his feet. He could walk on two feet as normal, but the shackles made it so that he could only take short steps. He would have to take a lot of short, fast steps to keep up with Esme. The pink cuffs were doing their job magnificently, and his little dick strained vainly against the cage. He squeezed his eyes tightly shut, trying to process everything. He felt something soft and ropey tied around his swollen, aching balls. He opened his eyes and saw that Esmeralda had tied a leash around his balls. She would be leading him around by the package from now on.

Callum stood there, shivering. His hands were bound behind his back. His feet were shackled together, so that he could only take short steps. And there was a cord tied around his ballsack, so that he could be punitively lead about like a pet. His little body shook with fear and arousal, his cock straining against the cage at the thought of being subjugated and made into a caged, horny little slut for Esme's amusement. She wouldn't keep him like this forever, would she!?

{Of course not} she said, hearing his thoughts, {When I take you home, I'm going to build you up to orgasm. You'll cum and cum and cum until you're happy and satisfied. But for now, you're a slut for the Synod. Do you understand?}
"Yes," he said, trembling."
{Say it, Callum} she said, her voice seductive and husky.
"I'm a slut for the Synod!" He cried, his little, pink bottom shaking and waiting to be fucked and claimed by the machinations of the Synod.
Esme nodded curtly and led Callum out the door, down the hallway. He was being led by the leash around his balls the whole time. He walked with rapid, shuffling little steps, unable to perfectly keep up with her. As a result, his balls were always hurting slightly. The fact that Esme led him by the ballsack was one more aspect of her dominance. She controlled him completely. There was a slight pain in his balls as Esme pulled him along, confirming his subordination and submission. He yelped and whimpered here and there as he felt the constant tug on his balls. The speed picked up until he was practically running, his feet taking as many small steps as they could in the shackles. He felt so pathetic and useless, understanding that he was supposed to keep up with Esme and not let her get away from him.
"Esme!" he yelped finally, "Please! Please slow down!" He was panting and shuffling his little feet in as fast as he could. Despite cumming from her tongue in his ass earlier, he was still very horny. His swollen balls were painful as the leash pulled him along, and he whined and squeaked whenever she gave him an extra tug.

Esme, hearing him, slowed down a bit.
{_Listen to me, Callum} _she said, finally leading him out the door of the caterpillar and toward the enormous upward ramp leading into the gate of the Synod, {I cannot be outwardly nice to you while you're being examined. The whole time we're there, things are going to be cruel, hard, and cold. I will speak to you with private telepathy, and I will look out for your best interests. But understand that I have to keep up a front. No matter how much you beg and plead, I can't react."
"Oh! Oh, oh no..." he stammered, whimpering as he scampered after her. His red, swollen a balls, his caged dick, and his pink, spanked bottom felt so aroused as she dominated him, leading him up the ramp and into the impossibly tall tower of the Synod.
"Please, Esme," he said, "Just please don't hurt me while we're in there, okay?"
{Of course not} said Esme, her voice now softer and more mild, {_I'll make sure that you're okay the whole time. I cannot respond to outward pleas for help while you're being examined. If a Sister of the Synod is massaging your prostate or sucking your balls while your nipples are being tortured, I can't respond to your screams. But understand, I can still hear your thoughts. And thanks to our emotional connection, I can hear them better than any of the most powerful psychics of the Synod. Do you understand? You're going to be okay. If something is really, truly unbearable for you, I will hear your thoughts. I will understand that you're about to break. And I will end it before the Synod really, deeply damages you. Does that comfort you, Callum?_} she asked.
"Yes, Esme," he said.

They stopped on the upward ramp to the tower of the Synod. Esme allowed the leash to slack, turned to Callum, and knelt down in front of him. She put her hand under his chin and tilted his head up to look her in the eye. She was so much larger than he was, her gorgeous green eyes peering into his, her red, wavy hair cascading gorgeously down her back and shoulders. Her freckles and her little button nose made him want to cry. Esmeralda was like the incarnation of all the lovely, cute girls that had been out of his league back on Earth, and now he was doing his best to hold her attention. What if she didn't like him? What if she decided that he was trash and should be discarded?
{Callum} she said, {Are you ready?}
"I'm not," he said shivering, "Esmeralda, I..."
{You what?}
"Esme," he said. He tried to look her in the eyes and failed, instead looking down at the ground, his shoulders bunched up and shaking.
"Esme, do you... Do you think I deserve you and Phaedra?"
Esmeralda peered at him. One hand rested on his shoulder, and then she moved it up to his head, gently stroking his hair. Finally, it roamed to his cheek, which she cupped affectionately. Stroking his cheek, she said, out loud, with her voice, "Callum, look at me."

He suddenly snapped to. She was using her voice? His eyes were wide as saucers. She was speaking to him using her voice! His heart fluttered and there were butterflies in his stomach.

"Callum," she whispered, "I just want you to know that I love you. Phaedra loves you, too. No matter what happens in here, even if I have to pretend I don't notice.... I still love you. Everything is going to be okay. We're going to get through this, Callum."

Out of nowhere, she threw her arms around him and squeezed him against her, feeling his tiny body shiver against hers. She understood how good it must have felt, to have her soft breasts and torso pressed against his poor, worn-out, over-used body.

"Callum," she said finally, "I will have to pretend that I don't care while the Synod is watching, But understand, I love you, and I would never let anyone hurt you. Everything is going to be okay. And once it's all done, Phaedra and I will take care of you and it's all going to be worth it in the end. Do you understand?"
"Y-yes, Esme," he stuttered, looking into her eyes. She leaned forward, took his face tenderly in her hands, and kissed him, first on the lips and then with a deep tongue kiss. Then she held him for a while, pulling him into a loving embrace, rocking him a little. He sighed, leaning his face against her shoulder and enjoying the feeling of being loved and protected. Finally, she stood up, took hold of the leash around his balls, and slowly led him into the tower of the Synod.

Thus began the most intense chapter of Callum's life on Alfo Prime. He knew it was going to be a hard road. But he also knew that Esme would take care of him.

She led him through the doorway, into the tower, and from there into an enormous white room. His feet made a soft pitter-patter sound against the cold stone floor. The main chamber of the tower's ground floor was huge and circular. He stood in the middle of it. It was surrounded by more than a dozen tall white thrones, on which sat proud, tall, cruel Alfonian women. Women who would be questioning, probing, dominating, judging and fucking him for the rest of the night. He shivered. This was going to be tough, but he knew he would get through it, even as he felt the cruel leash tug on his poor, red, swollen, hurting balls.

"Callum Thompson," said one of the enthroned Alfonians, "We've heard of you. Tell us who you are, and how you came to be here.