Date: Tue, 20 Dec 2011 13:56:06 -0800 (PST) From: D One Subject: For the Money The pain was there but it was numb rather then stabbing now. If he moved a little, there would be stinging again. And he shifted now and then just to underline the fantasy in his head. Weights kept a constant pull on each nipple. He tried to look down to see how far the flesh was pulled forward. They had always been a trigger, instantly expanding his cock and making his butt itch. If anyone would work them, he would do anything they wanted. And they had and so had he. The room was quiet with low level sounds coming from the monitor in front of him. It was large and continued to play the selected videos. Some were old style pornography, others newer. Over the years he had seen many of them thanks to the Internet and his own pocket of quarters which he carried into some of the last remaining booths in Adult Video stores. He felt the throbbing inside him. Someone had programmed the device to vibrate on an unpredictable cycle. It didn't seem to match the video or that of the other devices. It was deep up inside him, keeping his sphincter stretched open yet lodged there as well. His body would occasionally try to push it out, using its natural muscle movement to do so. But instead his flesh rubbed along side the thick, black thing he had watched them insert while looking into a mirror. "This will hurt a bit, just relax" he was advised. It didn't hurt so much as be uncomfortable...as it always was when something or someone moved past his butthole and occupied his intestines. He shivered. That movement brought back pain to his nipples, cock, balls and being. It felt good and he smiled despite the gag that filled his mouth. Soon he would chock again on the fleshy rubber model of someone's penis. "Clever folks" he thought as it moved in and out the gag device strapped to his head. It even shot out some kind of fluid which his tongue tasted and he swallowed. Some chemical combination that reminded him of the cum he had swallowed over the years, though a bit less salty then his own or others. He stopped short of gagging the first insert then opened his throat to let it do its full distance. He had learned to deep throat thanks to a busy few months in the current college year. Thank goodness for Clive he thought. The guy said he was straight but loved blowjobs. He gladly showed his roommate what he could do and Clive said he needed more. They practiced until Clive's length thin cock went as deep as he could go pressing his pubic hair hard against his mouth to get there. A grunt emitted from deep within him. He didn't mean to, it just did. His head was so tightly strapped to the headrest, he couldn't move it. So his eyes only saw the monitor, whoever was within his range of sight, the one way glass that watched him and parts of his body along with the tubes and other parts of devices that had been attached. His balls hurt at first then adapted to the pressure. Now and then an attendant would reappear and he'd feel them tightening the rubber strap that had stretched them....stretching them further. That hurt. He wasn't a fan of that pain as much as the nipple pain. His gut was on fire again, there was a knot demanding to be untied in his stomach. He had no control nor will. If his body wanted to untie it, it would. If not he would continue to suffer. He wished he could see his cock. It hurt like hell, burned at times. The cylinder expanded it at first while he watched unbelieving that it could get so large. They released it and slid a very thin silver tube down the slit. That hurt too but he had experimented with sounds before too. The second summer before this class year, kink had become part of his life. Things he had disdained even shook his head at in dismay became activities he indulged in. The cylinder was replaced with the rod inside him and wires attached. The artificial cum spurt, the vibrating dildo inside him seemed to alternate with the suction on his penis and the low level electric vibration that the inside of his penis felt..Usually at the same time a similar tingling of his nipples began. It had been minutes or hours. He wasn't sure which. The body had balked at first then began to give in to the pulling, stretching and vibrating until it seemed to become more in synch with the artificial treatment then his mental controls he was used to. On the monitors men and boys participated in a wide range of sexual satisfaction, torture, fantasies and combinations. Some bored him while others stimulated him beyond control. Still others fascinated him and even made him chuckle inside. His arms sweat pressed to the leather or plastic arms of the chair. His bare back, legs and butt too emitted perspiration. He wasn't totally sure at first what all they would do. Sensation by sensation, he discovered stretched flesh, electric shock waves and even his bonded toes in leather sleeves. Each was connected to something he knew. And eventually different parts of his body would be shocked. "You're sure about this?" Clive had asked him. He nodded. "It's not as if any of it will be new" he said holding the page of instructions. "Will I see you Monday?" his roommate asked. "They say you can watch if you want" he smiled. An exhibitionist at heart the idea of being naked, tied, an erotic experiment aroused him. "I see you all the time" Clive smiled back at his naked as usual roommate. He smiled seeing an English porn model on the monitor. He looked like Clive, tall think, uncut, using a riding crop on the American boyish partner. He liked that too. His butt, crack, legs and chest had been treated to similar attacks. It was pain but stimulated parts of his body not used to such. His back muscles tightened, his sphincter tightened on the intrusive thing inside him, his chest flexed pulling on the nipple clamps, his hips tried to move against the straps holding them to the chair. Every vibrating sensation possible seemed to get stronger until he couldn't stand it. The knot released and his organs released into the tube they had inserted..Again and again his body tried to pump out its volume, slowed by the non expandable tube but intent on getting as much through it as possible. He was exhausted, collapsing within the straps that held him tight, the ties and straps that kept pulling his flesh which seemed to hurt more now. His bladder would demand release soon he knew. It had happened several times before. Just as his normal life when he needed to wash out the remaining sperm in his fleshy tubes. It had been hours. He had agreed. The needle that provided him nourishment didn't hurt. Liquid would come to him, whether he wanted it or not. He would drink knowing it contained not only wetness but nourishment consistent of energy based contents. The vibrating was slow but noticeable. The monitor changed video, providing pre-encounter video. He realized they were more aware of what his body was enduring and doing then he thought....programming videos and devices to being another arousing cycle. How long he would be there he didn't know either. He wasn't sure how long his body could stand the manipulation either. But as time had progressed he knew it was being controlled, programmed and used. The paper had said they sought someone who was insatiable, had experimented sexually and wanted to make money. He knew that was him. Interviews, honest answers to some very private questions and standing naked in front of a panel of white coat wearing students. They asked him more questions some of which caused a noticeable penis reaction. Perhaps that's why they chose him. He wondered if Clive ever came by to see him through the one way glass. He hoped so. Clive and he had gone to some kinky events together. They even got into some things there while others instructed and watched. The vibrating was getting stronger now. He wasn't sure if it was because his body had just orgasmed or if he was tiring. He would sleep there they said. Pads were stuck against his forehead, neck and face to measure brain activity throughout. He wondered what dreams he'd have after the repeated attempts to turn him into a sexual cow...and how they could measure them. "You won't be the same afterwards" Clive warned "Nothing will satisfy you unless it's more then what they do to you". He remembered stripping naked in the warehouse and being tied to the X frame so Clive could flog him. It was his first time, Clive's too. He came while being flogged which amazed onlookers and even rewarded him with applause. Another knot was evident. He couldn't believe it. His fingers tingled as did his toes. It was no wonder since they had attached tabs to each as he was put in place. The device inside him changed movement, as if it were sliding in and out of him slow. It reminded him of Adrian. He had told the panel about Adrian. "Been fucked hard, fast, slow..but Adrian made an art of it" he said his mind remembering the times the hometown neighbor Adrian introduced him to giving up any control as a someone else decided how to fuck. His body had learned to let the cock control him. Maybe that's why they selected him or at least programmed the device to do what it was now doing. Perhaps it was because he was a Scorpion. Some people believe in it others don't. But most of the guys he had met who were as insatiable as he were the same birth signs. And the sex was incredible, nearly violent and always long lasting. "You're one of the straightest fags I've ever met" Clive told him having shot a nearly nightly load down his throat. He smiled. Clive wasn't the first one to say "you don't look or act gay" to him. Even his Dad didn't believe him despite seeing him 60ing a high school classmate. "It's just a phase, women are for fucking" the man advised. He knew better. The dildo in his mouth began to move again, each time going deep down his throat. It seemed to be times with the movement inside him as if he were being fucked in both orifices at eh same time. "Can my buddy watch?" He asked the man. It was for money. The man sat beside him at the counter and started talking. The man was visiting town, probably had kids in college. He thought. "The shirt" the man said when he asked how the man knew about him. The Lambda logo on his jersey was often forgotten as it looked like a typical Greek shirt. It was a Greek letter after all. He wore it in the local Pride Parade with several other college students the year before. "Uh I guess but does he just watch or does he get fucked too" The man had some fantasy of his own going on. "I'm straight" Clive said from the stool on the other side. "But I fuck his face" The man smiled "What about the two of us at the same time?" He had done this before but not with two people he wanted to. That night was different as he took Clive down his throat as the man fucked his ass. It was for money and enjoying the experience. His body adapted to the newest device movements, the increasing tingling. They were seeing how soon he could orgasm and he knew his body. It would react. They were watching he knew. That excited him too. There was a threesome video on the monitor now helping him feel the cocks in both ends and the warm mouth on his cock. The fluid in the tube was warm indeed. It wasn't water but some sort of warming chemical, like KY he thought. Tingling became small ongoing shocks. He strained against the firm grasps of the leather, rubber and fabric straps that held his arms, legs, hips, chest, shoulders and head in place. The more he strained the more excited he got. "We're going to tie you up first" the two younger guys said. He let them, feeling the rope excite him despite the rough surface of the tree bark against his back. They sucked, jacked and shot on him..laughing at him all the time. They were all young, horny and somehow knew he would submit to their abuse. He did it acting like they were forcing him, begging them to not do it but acquiescing to their forcing him into being their captive and essentially their sex slave that hot summer afternoon. He sucked them as one of them had sucked him. He liked the feeling of their penis in his mouth, their excitement and the odd taste of their cum. Just masturbating after that was never enough. He sought other opportunities to play even submitting to dangerous older men in motel rooms, bathrooms and the back of their vans. He was lucky, he knew..never kidnapped, harmed or taken away..though he fantasized about all. It burned. His penis burned, his guts hurt like fire, his throat felt raw. His body shook uncontrollably pulling him against the restraints and weights that were already offering stimulating pain. This one was going to hurt he knew. "How many times can you cum?" the man had asked him. He bragged saying five times. "If you do five times, I'll pay you double" the man began jacking him. His arms were handcuffed to the bed. The first two came easily and the third slow at first but spurted out eventually. The fourth took much longer and the fifth longer still causing him to beg the man to stop. The man refused saying he was owed this one. His body squirmed, legs waved, arms strained and his body squirted. "Go a sixth time and I'll give you another hundred" the man promised. He smiled "how about I suck your cock?" The man moved up the bed and stuck the easily seen erection into his mouth and he drank the two loads the man gave him. He let the man stuff the money into the pocket of his shorts. "Shit you're hard again" the man said unzipping him and jacking until a sixth load of cum landed on the motel bed covers. "That's for free" he said putting his cock away and stumbling out the door. He was late for afternoon classes. It hurt like hell. He wasn't sure how many times or how many hours he had submitted. It was certainly more then five or six. He let his body arch, strain, stiffen and react to each and every sensation. There was no reason to try to calm himself, not reason not to let his entire nerve system and muscle structure give into what was happening. Something flowed through from him. He wasn't sure if it was cum, urine or even blood. They would know of course. "If this works out would you be interested in other experiments?" he was asked not sure if he should cover his erection or not. He decided not to. He liked being watched after all. "I take artistic photos" the man at the beach had said. He was stretched out on the towel, recovering from his freshman year. "I pay" the man added. He spent the afternoon and evening naked, posing in different lights, holding props, different poses even wearing some sports clothing. Staying naked, he ate the dinner they brought in and waited till the room full of men with cameras arrived. Again he posed, responding to each request even sharing the light with one of the men who stripped down to do simulated sex. He decided to do more, kneeling and taking the man's cock in his mouth while cameras kept clicking. They were watching him now, videotaping him, he didn't need to perform just do what he needed to. The explosion felt like every fiber in his body was exploding. If this was an orgasm it was unlike anything he ever experienced before. Clive was right. He would probably never feel this and never be the same again. But there would be other experiments, they said. He wasn't sure what they would be but he was willing. Twenty five dollars an hour, fifty for the first orgasm and 100 for each one afterwards. "Any limit on time or uh....you know?" the final question was asked. He smiled "No, no time limits and no others. I'm all yours" he said. After all it was for the money he thought, wasn't it?