AGAINST THE MACHINE
CHAPTER THREE by Riley Jericho rileyjericho@yahoo.com
The two adults and the boy stared in bemusement as the Machine became familiar with Jack Clifford and Noah grinned slyly at the rather obvious state of affairs.
"You've got a boner!" he declared, giggling. "And your willy gets quite a bit bigger than mine!" he added, looking at his own small, and now wilted, member. He looked across the room at the assembly and his face pinched in question. "So, why does everyone have boners?"
"Just give me a moment, and I'll be right back," said the Attendant quickly, hoping to leave those kinds of questions for Jack to field. Anyway he reckoned it would take a little while for the Machine to start any proactive probing on the man, and he probably needed to check some other things on his monitor in the meantime...and Jack did seem to have a handle on this. Kids!
"And when I come back, perhaps we can do you as well, Noah?" he suggested to the lad.
"Oh, sure...OK...." Noah replied, his curiosity well peaked as he watched how much the man seemed to be enjoying it. The Attendant moved away and Noah was quiet for a moment as he watched the man; examining both his and the man's private parts.
"What did they do to my willy...it looks funny...?" he questioned. "Yours does too. They've turned mine onto one of those that's got no top on it now!" he added.
"That's called a circumcision, Noah." Jack replied, looking down now with interest at his own mushroom shaped head. Although he had been cut many years previously, he could tell he had been re-circumcised, and it felt seriously tight. "I think they did that here too, but I know lots of people have it like that, not just those being helped, like us."
Noah nodded. "I've seen one before, like in school -- but this feels really funny!" He stared at it and wiggled a bit as the half-hard appendage bobbed around. At least he didn't feel quite so flustered about that now, considering the huge boner the man - and everyone else here -- seemed to have too. On the other hand, he been quite happy with his willy the way it was, and told Jack so. Why did they have to change it and make it feel weird?
"Rubbish -- it doesn't look at all weird; just a bit different. I'm sure you'll get used to it. What do you think?" Jack motioned the Attendant as he stepped back over to them? "Noah's circumcision - I think it makes him look very manly. All the girls are going to be chasing after him, I'll bet!"
The Attendant grinned good-humoredly and played along, nodding.
"You think so?" pressed Noah, looking hopeful.
"Absolutely! Definitely!"
Noah beamed with delight at the good news, but added, "OK -- but you didn't answer my other question - why does everyone have boners?"
The Attendant looked perplexed and turned to Jack, who sighed reluctantly. Who'd have believed he would be giving the birds and bees talk in this place!
"Well, boners (he used Noah's term, as he seemed to be OK with it) are pretty normal in guys anyway, Noah. Most of us start to get them around your age."
Noah went slightly pink, so Jack assumed this was familiar territory to the boy.
"Then this little ring makes a kind of nice buzzing down there, like during masturbation...and...well..." He stopped, feeling extremely awkward.
Noah skin colour deepened to bright pink at that little revelation! "We're not allowed to touch ourselves at the care home -- you get into big trouble if they catch you doing that!" he said, looking a bit shocked. "I know a few kids who do, though," he added, glancing around as if to make sure he wasn't overheard.
Good God -- what was the world coming to, thought Jack. How stupid can some people get? No wonder kids in those places ended up with such huge hang-ups!
It was quieter in the room now. With the settings held back on those already mated, there was little talking as each individual strove to keep their balance. Other than Noah, there were only the two at the end who he hadn't attended to yet and he saw them glancing over and whispering together. Focusing again on Noah, the Attendant decided to jump into the discussion to try and interest the boy further.
"Jack's right -- there's nothing wrong at all in masturbation and enjoying the nice feelings it gives. Ignore what they told you at the care home. it's a lot of fun and can really feel great, can't it Jack?"
Jack nodded, happy to move on. "Indeed...anyway, perha..."
"So, how do you do it?" Noah interrupted innocently.
Jack faltered, coughing slightly, and the Attendant, who due to his own conditioning had zero qualms about discussing any of this stuff, smothered a snigger.
"So, how am I gonna know, unless someone tells me?" Noah persisted in frustration.
Jack managed to stifle the reply of `You need to go ask your Mom and Dad about that sunshine' and sighed. What the heck -- who cared. If what he'd read was true about what was coming shortly, then a little masturbation was the least of their worries!
"Look - if it's not something he's used to, it might actually be a good place to start to help him get through this today," interjected the Attendant frankly.
Jack bit the bullet. "OK -- fair enough -- I'll be the guinea pig!" he muttered. "I'm afraid I'm a bit tied up, as you can see, but if you don't mind, then it's OK with me."
So, winking slyly at Noah, the Attendant squirted a good dollop of gel from a dispenser onto his hand and began to slowly masturbate their hapless guinea pig, gliding up and down his extremely tight shaft skin and over and around the glistening head and making sure that Noah didn't miss a single bit of the tutorial.
He looked fully and appreciatively at the guy. The penis looked strong and virile. He'd seen many in his years in this job, and could honestly say this was a pretty good one. But it wasn't just his genitals and the obligatory re-circumcision and defoliation of hair; the additional physical modifications he had programmed for him had come out well too. He looked 10 years younger now, for a start; healthy, with a firm muscular body and well tanned. Even the head of hair looked thicker and more stylish. He read the files of every patient that came to him and knew the background of each. It was in his power to improve not just the inner person, but the outer shell too, and he was quite proud of what he had achieved with this one.
For his part - and not just for Noah's sake - Jack closed his eyes and moaned softly "Oooooohhhhhhh...now that IS nice!" he murmured. The young man was obviously an expert when it came to this kind of thing, he thought, not quite realising that it was actually the Machine that was doing quite a bit of the work!
"Does that feel good?" came an intrigued voice from the next couch, pushing into his consciousness as he lay there enjoying the feelings that were better than any he remembered from the years when using his own hand was almost a daily ritual.
"Mmmmm....it sure does; really good," Jack replied, eyes still closed. In fact, it was amazing!. "You should really try it!"
There was a small pause, before Noah finally caved in. "Can you do me like that too, then? Just a bit...just to try."
The Attendant smiled in satisfaction, suspecting that he would probably have the boy mated to the umbilical quite soon now. He left Jack to the quickening caresses of the Machine and, taking a little more gel, turned to the boy's couch.
Noah giggled, and then gasped as the Attendant slid his hand over him to gently masturbate his small penis, which had come fully alive again as he had watched the man being rubbed in the next bed. Hvong been careful not to touch the glans directly (which would be quite sensitive from the first-time circumcision), the boy responded enthusiastically to his rhythmic manipulations. Earlier inhibitions about being naked and sporting a boner evaporated and Noah took to it like any red-blooded 12yr old boy -- like a duck to water! Within a few moments the first giggles of "that tickles!" turned to unabated arousal and groans of delight. 'Just a bit' was no longer on the agenda and the Attendant knew he would have to stop shortly or the boy was rapidly going to ejaculate on him!
Jack, on the other hand, had gone quiet and the Attendant looked across at him. His eyes were closed, concentrating; his face a little uneasy. Suddenly the eyes flew open and he hissed audibly and the Attendant saw the signs that the Machine had pressed its first assault on him. He stood between them, so that the boy would not see and be fearful again...at least not until he had the collar on. And he needed to do that quickly now; there were others to attend to.
"When will these bits come off?" the boy asked, referring to the ring implant that shined in the depth of his sulcus, disappointed that the man had stopped rubbing him.
"Oh...it's nothing to worry about," the Attendant replied offhandedly, drying his hands on a towel. "Let's just leave it on for the time being".
The truth was it would never come off. The ring might be upgraded and resized as this young boy matured but, like everyone in this room, he would continue to wear one all his life now.
"You want to try on the little collar now...like Jack did?" he suggested, hopefully. The boy looked somewhat dubious again and his heart sank. He didn't really want to press the issue and belt him down to mate him. but maybe there was no other way; it needed doing...and soon. Then a voice came from behind him.
He didn't sound quite right, though Jack spoke calmly, if a little tightly. "It's OK Noah, give it a try. You don't want to get behind do you? We said we would be a team and try to do this together, remember?"
Noah grinned hopefully. "Well, OK - if there's a prize, I wanna get it!" He nodded to the Attendant to go ahead.
The man eyed Jack curiously. Prize? What prize? Jack shook his head, smiled slightly and closed his eyes.
Wasting no more time, and with Noah now waiting in eager anticipation, the Attendant lifted the umbilical off the stand and brought it up to where the boy's still-swollen penis was protruding. With childlike trust, he remained perfectly still for him and only winced slightly as the Attendant drew the collar over the sensitive glans to where the ring nestled in the sulcus. There was a slight click as thon union was made and, in that innocent moment, a young unsuspecting boy called Noah was mated for the first time, and for life, to the Machine.
The Care-Giver tousled the boy's fair hair in a friendly way. "Well done young man -- that wasn't so bad after all, was it?"
Noah shook his head and beamed happily, and the Attendant smiled in relief that it had been achieved without putting the kid into a panic, right at the start. However, the truth - though the unsuspecting boy did not realise it - was that it was already over for him. The inevitable end in 10 to 15 minutes time was a foregone conclusion. And, despite what he had inferred, the Attendant also knew that the possibility of getting together to make out with some pretty girlfriend was extremely unlikely. After you were mated to the Machine, it was a jealous lover and none were ever free to find sex elsewhere.
"OK, Jack's here if you need him, but just relax now and I'll be back in a few minutes."
For Noah, as he waited, it seemed like nothing was happening and he was just about to ask Jack what to do when he gasped as a completely unexpected feeling appeared from nowhere. Responding easily to the Machine's first caress, his sex organ pushed out fully and continued to an extremely hard erection. The sensations were delightful. The boy shuddered in satisfaction and leaned back to thoroughly enjoy the ride, not knowing that the Machine was only searching for weaknesses that could shortly be used against him.
Having now successfully connected Noah to the Machine, the Attendant left both Jack and Noah to themselves and returned to his master console, set into one corner of the room. The couch immediately adjacent was occupied that morning by Liam Quinn, a troubled looking youth, who stared at him accusingly.
Knowing what the boy was here for, he had little basis to accuse others, and the Attendant found it easy to coldly ignore him; maybe too easy and he berated himself for letting the kid get to him. On the other hand, he had been surprised by the apparent lack of resistance when he was being mated. He seemed to have little fight in him and none of the self- justifying and unpleasentness that he'd come to expect with those caught sexually assaulting another.
Previously he had eased back the activity level of the mental probing on those who were already in the mating cycle; the main purpose of which had been to buy some time and peace in order to get Noah attached more easily. That having been achieved, it was time to get everything running again at an optimum level for each individual -- in fact he turned up the dials a few extra notches to press them forward a bit; raising the ante in their individual struggles.
Within a half a minute, particularly amongst those that started sooner, there were mutters of distress as their balance was disturbed. He glanced up at Liam again, as the boy moaned and then swore. He saw what he could only call `desolation'. A brokenness that welled up, even through the distress of the mating -- and even then he just knew something wasn't quite right, but he had no time to explore it.
Once more he passed along the lines, checking the progress of each one through their individual monitors, and double-checking the dampers were all on. The dampers were there to ensure it was impossible for them to achieve a full ejaculatory orgasm until the mapping was completed and the Machine was ready to insert itself completely through the wide open door that would be created, at which point full Synaptic Remodelling could begin.
The first step was to gain initial access - the 'Yes' moment - and after they had welcomed that initial climax, as long as the settings weren't uncomfortable, he knew he could leave them on hold in an unconscious state. The Machine could hold them in a pre-ejaculation hiatus - a low-level slow orgasmic release - for some time.
From personal experience, he knew that that induced stage could be intensely pleasurable!
Finally he came to the two boys that were together; the last ones that needed mating to the Machine that day.
Instinctively, he'd placed them adjacent to each other and made them the last on his list - but then again, he always left ones like this together until the end if he could. His colleagues would no doubt ridicule his choices, but he wanted to give them more time in their last moments together. He felt sadness for the two, knowing that he had been them once, although the empty memory brought no particular emotion with it any more.
However, he also kept them together for deeper strategic reasons.
These two had been tried and convicted of engaging in an inappropriate homosexual relationship; caught together in a penetrative sex act by a monitoring camera, in a place they thought was safe. It was an open and shut case and they had been immediately sent here for reorientation. That they had been brought here to the same facility was not surprising and the authorities hadn't even bothered separating them into different intakes. In fact they didn't really care, as The Machine would ultimately split the two from each other quite easily.
They looked young... 14 and 16 the records told him. Nathan Black and Ben Macintosh were their names. Nathan was older by 15 months; a heavy set 16 year old with deep-set eyes and a strong face. Ben, the younger, was weedy by comparison, but with a personality that constantly smiled and brightened the lives of those around him.
All in all, they were just two ordinary lads that loved life...but fell foul of the law by loving each other.
Homosexuality was considered abhorrent in their society; a genetic failure; a problem that needed putting right, just as he had been put right many years ago. Afterwards, he had still seen Lucas now and again, as a friend, but not in the other way - the old way - anymore.
At first, after the treatment, he had wondered what all the fuss was about, but at the same time he knew he was missing something. But he couldn't figure out what, or put his finger on it, as the memories of it had become like a passing mist, warmed and lost in the fresh sunshine. He'd stayed friends with Lucas for a while, but nothing more than that. In the end they seemed to have less in common and their friendship drifted. It was only by secretly accessing his own file some years later that he discovered the truth; that it was the parents of both their families that had informed the authorities and demanded that, for the good of everyone, both boys be treated at the Centre to be "put right".
But by then, it didn't seem to matter anymore. It had all gone anyhow.
These two boys in front of him now had gone through the same preparation process as all the others here and they glared at him as they sat there; made smooth and with the ring surgically implanted, with arms bound onto the armrests and legs immobilised in the stirrups.
"Hi" he said amiably enough. He specifically wanted to try to engage with these two, knowing the personal contact would help later on.
"Piss off," snarled the older one, Nathan.
Both had benefitted from the additional body management and looked well toned and healthy. Even Ben, who was slight compared to Nathan looked older and stronger than when he first arrived. From what he had gleaned from their notes, they also seemed to be intelligent enough lads and both would realise clearly enough what was being done to them, though he hoped they would still find happiness again in the new future that would be created for them.
Both boys were flaccid and, choosing the younger one first, he reached for the controls and Ben's legs started moving. The boy squealed and started hyperventilating.
"DON'T!" cried the older one, alarmed. And then more softly, "Please don't do it. It's not his fault.....".
Nathan looked over helplessly to Ben who had been quietly crying for the last few minutes as they had been waiting, both fearful of the moment the Attendant would notice them. It was an agony to see him like this; torn between the need to be close and the feeling that it would probably have been better to not have to see him face like this at all!
He had no idea how long he had been at the Centre, but it had only been 2 days prior to the Court appearance that the two police cruisers had pulled next to them as they had walked back from school. Nobody was willing to interfere and, despite desperate calls for help, they had been taken and then detained in the police cells.
He hadn't been allowed to see Ben at all since that moment they had been shoved into separate cars. His Court appearance had been separate too and, after the sentence had been pronounced, everything went black until he had awoken in this room; to find the one he loved lying next to him.
And now, after watching it being done to all the others, they knew it was finally their turn to be put to The Machine.
He and Ben had known each other for years and their two families lived close to each other and were old friends. The Macintosh's son, Ben, was like the younger brother he never had. They had grown up together and the 15 month age gap never seemed important in all the normal, fun, ridiculous or even stupid things that normal kids end up doing! They were just best mates and new each other inside out, sharing common interests, clothes and dreams, like best friends do.
But without either of them planning it or expecting it, the two boys had just fallen in love. Built on a strong foundation of trust, their deep friendship matured to a whole new level and the relationship quickly grew to become physically sexual.
It had come as a surprise at first -- even a shock -- but both had understood the implications and had come to terms with the truth of it some time ago.
Homosexuals. Gay. It was who and what they both were, and had found what they needed in each other.
It had been Nathan's 16th birthday just two weeks ago, and it was just like Ben to surprise him with something unusual. As a birthday gift, he had got hold of the key to the school's medical office, at a time when the doctor was away at a conference. Locking themselves in, it had started as just a place to snatch a quick kiss and cuddle away from spying eyes, but had escalated when they had made love. Fiercely. Passionately.
But, in their lovemaking, neither had realised that a security camera had been recently installed to cover the room. The camera was motion sensitive and by, a stroke of bad luck, an assistant at the archives just happened to spot a flag on the data, randomly searched the day for that room and stopped at a point that could not be explained away. Bypassing the parents by (as was the agreed policy in those situations), the tape was passed to the police. It was without any warning that, two days later and following standard guidelines, the authorities picked them up on the street at a time and place where their parents couldn't interfere.
Both of their families, though profoundly shocked by the revelations of their sons' sexuality and relationship, went frantic trying to save them, but it was an open and shut case. The video was damning and the two were individually sentenced to undergo remedial treatment at the Centre.
Now the were together again but, despite Nathan's desperate pleas the Attendant shook his head uncompromisingly. "Nathan, I'm sorry, I really am, but you know I have to do this. Why don't we just get it over with now?"
Without any more delay he turned back to Ben and stretched over the Ab-Band to strap him into place. Ben was distraught - shaking and crying; a look of terror on his face.
"NO PLEASE.....at least do me first..." Nathan shouted. The Attendant hesitated.
"PLEASE...IF NOTHING ELSE..." he pleaded. "Does it really matter? Give it to me first...I'll even promise not to move so you don't need to worry about putting that strap on!"
The Attendant remained remote and impassive for a few a while, observing the tow boys, and then nodded. Letting go the Ab-Band, it pulled back into its holder and he turned to Nathan. True to his word the boy allowed him to set the stirrups and the couch without complaint and didn't resist in any way as he was gently mated.
Whilst he kept his promise and stayed still, Nathan felt nauseous as it was done, but, for Ben's sake tried not to let it show.
"It's not too bad, Ben, just shut your eyes...you remember when we took that bike ride up the crags and I fell off..." He prattled on for the next few moments to keep Ben's mind off it and the Attendant turned back to the younger teen to now repeat the procedure on him too. Ben still looked anguished, but stayed quiet and kept his eyes shut; trying to be somewhere else until the union was completed.
"Thanks," offered Nathan reluctantly, when it was done. Ben had opened his eyes, but looked as white as a sheet.
The Attendant eyed Nathan with surprise and nodded, touched by the complexity of emotion and feeling that the older boy held for his friend.
He waited.
His experienced eye picked up the widening of the pupils and sharp intake of breath, and it was only a few moments later that both subjects helplessly obeyed the Machine's prompting. The Attendant watched them quietly for a minute, until both boys gave that first shocked look, feeling the initial penetration in the offensive against them. The second one came moments later, and the third and then the fourth.
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This was how the Machine worked.
By almost everyone who had any contact with it, it was just known simply as "The Machine". In truth, it was only an inanimate computer, albeit an intensely powerful and adaptive one. It had no moving parts or bodily functions, but still everyone treated it like another human being, and spoke of it as if it were a sentient beast.
In fact there were many Machines and the particular one in this section of the Centre was in the process of taking over yet another eleven young (and one not so young) minds was relatively new; one of a fresh generation installed at the facility only recently. But even though they were many, people perceived them only as an individual called the Machine. It wasn't just a thing, or even just a computer. It was a calculating demonic being, able to tame the strongest mind and bend any to its own implacable will.
After being carefully prepared, it was in the Treatment Room that individuals were mated for the first time with the Machine. (Women, by the way, were no different from men in the way that the Machine processed them. Other than the more obvious differences in physique and external genitalia, a woman could be united to the Machine in a similar way with similar consequences.)
During initialization as the collar of the umbilical weds to the ring embedded in the person, the individuals were usually pretty verbal; anxiety loosening their tongues and fear causing them to lash out. But immediately after being mated, they wondered what would happen because other than spiking an erection (for the males, anyway), it often seemed nothing was actually happening at all.
It only seemed that way.
In fact the Machine was on a fishing trip, gathering a whole host of information that the individual was unknowingly supplying:
Information about their mental state and their thought processes; fragments of memory; likes and dislikes; sexual preference and physical information about the actual body and the reactivity of the endocrine and nervous systems.
These, and many more details were being recorded and assessed. Through the data gathered, the individual gave away clues that would help unlock the person at their very core.
These initial advances seemed almost innocent and the individual had no way of knowing that the light teasing caresses were just foreplay -- a getting to know you session. Perhaps it could even be described as the Machine's variation on speed dating! But it was a one sided date and foretold the beginning of a bonding for life between person and Machine.
In contrast to those first gentle, and often quite pleasant, advances, when the first full-on attack came, it was deliberately ruthless. It hit hard and fast, and came as a huge shock to the person, bringing the realisation that they were being penetrated. And, as the brain frantically tried to shut out the penetration, the Machine learned and kept learning from every ebb and flow of the contest of wills. A contest that each living person would finally lose. They all did. Some even lost the battle on those first few minutes of assault.
With the implanted bio-technology that enabled the Machine to tap directly into the central brain functions of a person on its side, it quickly learned who they were; what made them tick; what were their strength and weaknesses and what potential barriers did they still hold. Then, just as quickly, it discovered how to bypass those barriers. Highest on the agenda was to engage with an individual's core psyche sexuality, to take full control of those very central emotional and physical quantities. Sexual Pleasure and Response.
Its goal was to have you; and it got what it wanted by controlling the access to sex and the pleasure experienced through sex. And, when it controlled those potent commodities in the right way, the compulsion to desire a physical sexual release could be made unstoppable.
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From a couch on the adjacent wall, Caleb Montgomery stared with slightly blurry vision -- compounded by beads of perspiration dripping from his brow -- to where the Attendant had just done the last two guys at the end and then hung his head on his chest and squeezed his eyes shut, bracing for the next pressure wave to hit him. His slightly chubby torso was sweaty and he gripped the armrests and shook his head in determination as it came at him offering what he wanted but couldn't afford to accept.
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Although it was primarily cerebral, the coercion was extreme. The very physical distress it produced was such that many said that this procedure was akin to torture - which is why the military still enjoyed using it! It was like having an itch and not being able to scratch it, multiplied and magnified; a compelling desire that could not be dislodged. And, even though the coercion was in the mind, the Machine accessed the cortical pleasure tracts and any and all nerve bundles in the body. It could let loose an unimaginably large range of physically intense, sexually pleasurable, experiences to create a coercion that was undeniable.
It was not about wanting to come to orgasm on a purely physical level...every boy in this room was wanting that right now and, round about him, the emotional temperature was rising rapidly with sounds of sexual arousal and sweaty palms. The caveat was this: with the mounting compulsion to accept sexual release, the Machine would only offer climax when the one mated to it through the umbilical was driven to the point of accepting the sexual mating deep down in their psyche; offering themselves freely to the Machine so that it might take them into the release they craved.
Pure and simple -- it was a forced seduction. Couple with Me...I'm here...COUPLE!
For as long as they resisted the compulsion, there was no release until, through a mixed fog of pain and pleasure, freely choosing and entering that coupling was the only thing that actually mattered to them anymore. And it became their downfall and the open door to regime change in the centre of their very being.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------- AGAINST THE MACHINE is a story by Riley Jericho a rileyjericho@yahoo.com