Date: Sat, 30 Jan 2016 15:38:17 +0000 From: Rob Armstrong Subject: Spikes Diaries - Schultz SPIKE'S DIARIES: SCHULTZ THESE STORIES CONTAINS THEMES OF INCEST BETWEEN FATHERS, SONS AND/ OR GRANDSONS, WATERSPORTS AND DOMINATION. THESE CHARACTERS EXIST IN AN AIDS FREE, CONSEQUENCE FREE, FANTASY PARALLEL UNIVERSE AND ARE NOT TO BE EMULATED. PLEASE SUPPORT NIFTY WITH YOUR DONATIONS AND KEEP THIS INCREDIBLE RESOURCE GOING. NB: See 'Spike's Piercing Parlour' series, November 24th 2012 !!!NOTE TO THE READER!!! The first part of this chapter contains a lot of exposition, quasi-scientific jargon and some debate, designed to clue you in on what Spike, Doc and their shadowy paymasters have been up to behind the scenes all this time. Don't be put off - if you stick with it, you'll discover just how everybody's favorite formula works in turning straight guys, which will make some of the more 'out-there' plot elements easier to - um - swallow... But if swallowing isn't your thing, feel free to skip ahead and scroll to about a quarter of the way down, where things get a little more... pelvic. The rest of us won't judge or make fun of you - will we, fellas? Top Secret: The following is featured in the research records of Pentagon operatives George 'Doc' Schultz and Carmine 'Spike' Russo, in connection with their ongoing studies of the evermore widespread effects of Formula 51.... PRESENTATION by George 'Doc' Schultz, Phd (honorary) BSc (honorary) LEADER, PROJECT GROOM, GROOM LAKE, NV in the presence of commanders of the Black Ops Executive, ex-CIA operatives and attaches to the Sexual Behavioral Unit venue: unspecified warehouse near Washington DC (FACING A SEATED ROW OF MEN, SOME IN FULL MILITARY DRESS UNIFORM, STANDS A HANDSOME, BEARDED DADDY BEAR IN HIS LATE 50s. DESPITE HIS AGE, HE IS CLEARLY IN SPECTACULAR PHYSICAL CONDITION BENEATH HIS PALE BLUE SCRUBS.) Good afternoon, gentlemen, and welcome to today's demonstration of Formula 51. Firstly, my apologies that, for practical purposes, we are unable to invite you to our parent facility at Groom Lake in Nevada. However, I'm sure this specially customised warehouse space will adequately suit our needs for today. My name is George Schultz, and I am the leader of Project Groom. Later you will meet my number two, Operations Officer Carmine Russo. Our CO, General Rushworth, sitting there among you needs no introduction, of course. Both Russo and myself are veterans of the United States Marine Corps, so you will find us sympathetic to the military agenda at every stage. First of all I aim to outline for you the origin and nature of Formula 51. And don't worry, gentlemen, I'll be sure to keep the high-tech gobbledeygook to the minumum, for all the quarterbacks among you. (GOOD NATURED LAUGHTER FROM THE ASSEMBLY) During my talk I'll be happy to take any questions from you, before finally we move on to a practical demonstration. First of all I should mention that much of what you will hear and see here today may surprise, even shock you. I certainly won't hold back for anyone's sensibilities. We're all men here, and I make no apology for that. But even though your moral outrage may be triggered, I must ask you to reserve judgement until the end of the day - and to bear in mind at all times that what we do here is done to serve the best interests, not only of our country, but of the world at large. Nothing less. So... Russo and myself were originally engaged by the Pentagon to conduct research into certain paranormal phenomena. But then with a change of administration, that project fast lost credibility and sadly all funding was withdrawn. On the back of this, however, we were recruited by the Black Ops Executive to head up Project Groom, tasked with exploring the military potential of my own Formula 51. How ironic is it that I should have named it after Area 51, as Groom Lake is more popularly known? Little did I guess what a future awaited my little toy in that place. Yes, and 'toy' is exactly how it started out, from very small beginnings indeed. I developed the first compound entirely for my own amusement and gratification; that of grooming unwitting, so-called straight men into acts of male on male incest. (SOME UNCOMFORTABLE MURMURS FROM THE AUDIENCE NOW) As I said, I make no apologies. Take me as I am. And they all continue to enjoy the experience to this day. I assure you, no heterosexuals were injured in the making of this program. (SMATTERING OF CHUCKLES AS THE TENSION ALLEVIATES - SOMEWHAT) In essence, the Formula is a psychotropic drug which modifies sexual behavior. It can be absorbed through skin tissue - mucous membrane is best - or it can be administered in an airborne form. Now, I take it you've all read the 'Diary' case studies we've been compiling and forwarding onto your departments? Yes? Good. So you're all up to speed. Are there any questions so far? Yes? Yes, Mr Flag. (CIA ROGUE: Surely this is the stuff of science-fiction. How can some drug turn a man gay?) (SCHULTZ LAUGHS) It can't. And this is an argument I've had with many of my colleagues. No man can be turned gay. Fact is, the desire needs to be there already, lying dormant within that individual. No matter how deeply buried or unguessed at. And since the biological imperative for all males is to penetrate, inseminate and therefore procreate... and, at a purely primal level, a hole is a hole...that potential resides in almost every man ever born. Look at all the discussion in the popular media lately - all this talk of 'bro-jobs', heteroflexibility and straight guys getting it on 'on the DL'. Society is only just beginning to wake up to a biological truth as old as the species - a man's body is subject to certain physical pleasures, regardless of orientation. To identify as gay or straight is a psychological factor. The desire for mansex, however - NOT the same thing - is part of the fundamental set-up of male physiology. What Formula 51 does is to awaken that desire. It triggers the primal imperative and sets it in dominance over all other chemical motivators. (SEXUAL BEHAVIORIST: With respect, Mr Schultz - so far, so what? It acts like any other aphrodisiac.) Well, yeeees, Dr Plumpton - although at a fever pitch of erotomania, it has to be said. But where 51 is different, is that it targets the subject's response to the XY chromosome in other individuals. The male to male response. Aggression. Andrenaline. Genetic rivalry. Fight or flight. Dominate or be dominated... ...And it SEXUALISES it. The biological imperative is now spliced to the XY response. Hence, couplings under the influence of Formula 51 tend to be somewhat... carnal - even savage. (SEXUAL BEHAVIORIST: Well, I suppose that would explain some of the more extreme sexual practices we've read about in these diaries, such as all the watersports and scat play, for example.) For sure - if you're going to give in to sexual liberation, you may as well go the whole way and break those last social taboos while you're about it. Which brings me finally to the most important factor. The signature of its genome is that 51 causes the subject to seek out those males with the closest possible DNA profile matching their own. (AIR FORCE OFFICER: And for the quarterbacks among us?) (LAUGHTER) Ha! Yes, sorry. In other words, they experience an overwhelming urge to mate with other male family members. (AIR FORCE OFFICER: Sweet mother of God...) (SEXUAL BEHAVIORIST: Exclusively?) No, but at least, initially. Once the acute phase has passed, and the mansex genie is out of the bottle, as it were, the subject will continue to be attracted to other males in general - and also females, if that happened to be the conscious orientation before. (AIR FORCE OFFICER: But doesn't this pose a massive risk to our nation's children?) By no means, Colonel Patrick. For one thing, minors don't emit the requisite pheremone signature. For another, they don't pose a threat to the alpha's fight or flight impulse, as would another sexually mature male. (CIA ROGUE: But do you mean to tell us that every adult male in existence can be... turned by this thing? Any one of us?) Well, I'd say 'affected', rather than 'turned'. But to answer your question, not absolutely every male, no. In a minute percentile, Formula 51 appears to be ineffective. Those most resistant to it, oddly enough, tend to be self-identifying homosexuals who are aware of their desires: therefore, Formula 51 has little to teach them and its sway merely heightens the desire for, and experience of, copulation. (AIR FORCE OFFICER: But why does it have to be incest, goddamnit?) Most naural thing in the world, Colonel, primally speaking - you're allowing social mores and your own sense of civilisation to cloud that - therefore, it's the nearest accessible gateway for the effects of 51's modification to take hold. But mostly, to be frank, it's because I'm an enthusiastic old pervert and I find male on male incest incredibly hot! (STONY SILENCE) (SCHULTZ CHUCKLES) Well, I'll leave you to reserve judgement on that. But if you have any doubts about the effect my Formula has been having on society over the last four or five years, then I would refer you back to the Diaries. (SEXUAL BEHAVIORIST: Hardly conclusive scientific evidence though, is it... MISTER... Schultz.) (PAUSE) In themselves, perhaps not. DOCTOR Plumpton. But you only have to look at the recent spread of incest as a meme in gay porn - however much some studios may hedge the issue with labels like 'intergenerational': not all porn producers are as bold or forthright as my friend Thor Larsen. Even mainstream Hollywood, now, is just beginning to ever so subtly hint at the idea of male/ male incest in some of their more recent comedies and 'buddy' movies. Just like good old homosexuality from Hollywood's Golden Age, the references are there, albeit heavily veiled. (CIA ROGUE: I still fail to see the military applications.) Well, I don't wish to step on General Rushworth's toes, so I'll leave most of that to him to outline later... ...But for now I'll ask you to consider the destabilising effects on an enemy encampment - or even whole communities. Not caused by male incest, so much, as by the reaction of that community to it. Those very social mores, to which our friend from the Air Force here is so attached, could have the potential of completely undoing the enemy without a shot being fired. (AIR FORCE OFFICER: Oh - so you agree now that standards of decency are a good thing?) Why for military purposes, sure. And for my own - well, where would be the fun if I wasn't breaching them? (LAUGHTER THIS TIME) But now, gentlemen, I think the time for theory is over. Lets get down to the good stuff, shall we? Oh, and please don't take this as an insult, but don't be too hard on yourself if any of what you witness gets you... hard. Merely a sign that you are healthy primal specimens. (MORE LAUGHTER) (TO AN ATTENDING M.P.) Lower the lights please, Luzi. And so, let's draw our attention to this blank wall behind me... a flick of my remote... (MACHINERY PURRS) And hey presto! Yes, gentlemen, just like the spy movies: the panel glides aside and we are presented with a viewing wall - composed of two way mirror glass, naturally, giving us access to see into the testing chamber in the next room. (MURMURS OF INTEREST) Now, regard the naked young high school stud you see struggling in that great chair contraption in the centre of the chamber - his head is covered at the moment by the virtual reality headset, but you can see for yourself that he is a prime specimen of young American manhood and may as well have stepped straight out of a Norman Rockwell painting. Sadly for me, he is naturally smooth, but his musculature is extremely well developed for his age. I can tell you that he is seventeen years old, of Irish/Native American ethnicity, a confirmed pussy hound sports hero... and is no doubt destined for a football scholarship, a series of trophy wives and a life of apple pie. So. An alpha, then. Every cliche checked. (CIA ROGUE: Why the headset? Sensory deprivation?) Weeeell, more of a distraction, really. The movie keeps him occupied, but yes, it helps to keep him a little disoriented too. For now you'll have to take it from me that his face is just as gorgeous as the rest of him. (AIR FORCE OFFICER: What's he watching?) The movie itself is of little significance. What's important is the minute flashes of porn that we have edited into it. Too fast for his conscious mind to register, but his subconscious will pick it up. As it happens, though, it amused me today to show him a children's feature. (PAUSE) Although I fear he may never view the seven dwarves in quite the same way again... (LAUGHTER) (SEXUAL BEHAVIORIST: GAY porn, presumably?) Au contraire, Dr Plumpton. The very pinnacle of heterosexual male desire - girl on girl straight porn. Tired old subliminal conditioning is not the technique being trotted out here, if you'll forgive me... DOCTOR Plumpton. Oho dear me, no. No, for the purposes of today's demonstration, I need him at his heterocentric, reproductive peak - an acid test for Formula 51, if you will. In addition, it will keep his anxiety to a minimum - we mean to ravish the lucky boy, not terrify him. Right now he is cuh-razy for pussy and has no idea why he's so turned on. You can't see his erection beneath that thick metal codpiece unit, but believe me it's thumping away under there. (CIA ROGUE: And the function of the chair?) We call it them Thrones: a fourth generation model of a device I built for personal use some years ago. As to functions, it has many, which will become self-evident as the demonstration continues - and as an expert in interrogation techniques, I think you'll be particularly interested, Mr Flag. The codpiece unit is, in fact, a shallow box of electronics, containing an assortment of instruments, conveniently placed at his physical center - you will observe the heavy cables that emerge from the front of it and run into the bulkhead opposite. It also serves as a pelvic restraint, while allowing for maximum nakedness. Other restraints include the leather forearm cuffs, as you see, and his heavily magnetised biker boots that are currently adhering to the Throne's metal footplates. There are additional options of a metal collar and a midsection girdle which glide out from the backrest, but we're not using those today. I want to give him at least a little leeway to thrash and struggle. (AIR FORCE OFFICER: Is he in pain?) No no, Colonel - nor pleasure, the Throne's dead just now, only the helmet is running. (AIR FORCE OFFICER: So why IS he struggling?) Well, I guess nobody likes being abducted off the street. (SHOCKED SILENCE) Come come, gentlemen, don't be disingenuous. You all signed off on this. (PAUSE) General, if I may ask you to step in here? (RUSHWORTH: Doctor Schultz is quite right, gentlemen. For such an undertaking as ours the covert recruitment of suitable test subjects is paramount...) (AIR FORCE OFFICER: With respect, General, I am not comfortable with the kidnapping of US citizens - for such HIGHLY questionable moral practices - on their own soil.) (RUSHWORTH: Son, in this instance the co-operation and consent of all patriots has to be... presumed... BEFORE the fact.) (AIR FORCE OFFICER: But Sir, we're talking about...) Oh, I see Dr Plumpton has his little hand up again. Yes, doctor, get us back on track... pleeze! (SEXUAL BEHAVIORIST: Oh. Erm. Well then. Moral implications aside, your preferred physical specimen seems to run to the extremely muscular, athletic end of the male spectrum - to say nothing of being well endowed. What society may be said to find stereotypically attractive, in fact. We know this much from your series of case studies...) Yeeees..? (SEXUAL BEHAVIORIST: This appears to be a very restricted gene pool to draw from - might a... TRAINED... scientist be so bold as to challenge the clinical validity of this... MISTER... Schultz?) Challenge away my dear DOCTOR Plumpton. In reply, I guess it could be argued that the more mucular a subject, the more physically robust he is - the better enabled he is to withstand some of the pretty rigorous tests we subject him to... (SEXUAL BEHAVIORIST SNIFFS IN DISDAIN) ...And that the 'stereotypical attraction' is there for good evolutionary reasons, after all - the cues that hint at good health and mating potential. (SEXUAL BEHAVIORIST: Huh!) But of course, that's all a load of bullshit and the real reason is that these are the men I find really... frickin... HOTTTT! (SEXUAL BEHAVIORIST: Aha!) So sue me. This is my sandbox we're playing in, gentlemen. My formula. My rules. And besides, who wants to play with a bunch of creepyold fuglies, am I right? (GENERAL LAUGHTER) So at least you, Dr Plumpton, have nothing to fear... (PAUSE) (SEXUAL BEHAVIORIST HAS NO FURTHER QUESTIONS) To the right of the glass, you will notice a screen displaying certain of the young stud's vitals: heart rate, sweat secretion, endorphin levels - and down here on the bottom row, rate of penile engorgement. The temperature in the chamber is comfortably warm for one who is immobilised and naked - as you can see from the readout, our hero's core temperature is at optimum. The last thing we want is for the subject to get cold - talk about a passion killer. (CIA ROGUE: Why just him in there? Doesn't it take two to tango?) Oh, the boy's father is in for quite the surprise, Mr Flag, and he'll be getting into position VERY soon now... (INTO AN INTERCOM) Thank you, Spike, that's a 'go'. The VR helmet will now power down and the subject will become more aware of his environment. Shortly the boy will be able to hear and see, but only within the chamber, which is fully soundproof. (INSIDE THE TEST CHAMBER, THE LIGHTING LOWERS FROM CLINICALLY BRIGHT LEVELS TO DARKER, MORE MOODY ORANGES AND REDS. THE HIGH SCHOOL KID BECOMES VERY STILL, TENSE, SENSING A CHANGE.) (KID: Hey...! Hey, who's there? I know somebody's there!) Hmmm, he's pretty perceptive for someone encased in a VR helmet. This suggests a high level of sensitivity which should make today's proceedings most... intriguing... (VOICE FROM THE AUDIENCE: Hey... that kid sounds like...) (KID: Where the fuck are you? Don't you try anything, you fucking faggots, my dad's connected and he'll FUCK YOU UP!) See? Spoken like a true alpha - belied by his adrenaline levels on the display here, though, he's as scared as he's horny. Brave kid, I admire that. Ah, look, the hydraulic arm is lifting the helmet off of him... (VOICE FROM THE AUDIENCE: Where... where did you say you picked this kid up from..?) ...and you can see our handsome young man for yourselves... (VOICE FROM THE AUDIENCE: Oh... oh dear God... that's Darius.. that's MY SON!) Yes, indeed it is.... COLONEL PATRICK. (THERE IS A SCUFFLE AS THE AIR FORCE OFFICER LEAPS TO HIS FEET AND HAS TO BE RESTRAINED BY TWO HULKING MILITARY POLICEMEN.) (GENERAL COMMOTION IN THE ROOM) Gentlemen, I present Darius Patrick, football star of Sedgewick High. Colonel, I commend you for volunteering yourself and your extremely fuckable son for this project. (COLONEL: Dear Christ, I didn't volunteer for this... for ANY of this...) (RUSHWORTH: I'm afraid you did, son - the moment you started negotiating with the highest bidder to sell out this project - and your country.) Tsk tsk, Colonel. And you, the high-minded moral compass of our distinguished gathering - whoring out military secrets to foreign powers. Ooooh... whoring... (CHUCKLES) Now THAT could give me ideas... And so, I fear, your blameless son and his hot virgin ass are now also forfeit. Still, on the bright side - I don't doubt you're going to thoroughly enjoy reaming out his tight, cherry boycunt... (COLONEL: You filthy degenerate...) Why, thank you for noticing. And, by the same token, I'm sure Darius will prove an eager participant when eating out your fine, no doubt raunchy dad-ass. (TO THE M.Ps) Okay, men, you can bring him over now. (THE COLONEL YELLS, DENYING EVERYTHING, AS HE IS BROUGHT FORWARD AND SHACKLED HAND AND FOOT, SPREADEAGLED BETWEEN TWO PILLARS. THERE IS CONTINUED DISTRESS AND UPROAR AMONG THE AUDIENCE) Okay, settle down please, gentlemen. You're quite safe. We've weeded out the rotten apple from your number; the rest of you and your precious tushies have no further surprises in store. Sadly, not so our treacherous colonel, here, who is now in the hands of our two estimable M.Ps - the Luzi brothers... (COLONEL: You can't do this - I'm a decorated officer...) (RIPPPP!) Well, not any more, Massimo just ripped all the ribbons off your chest. (TO THE OTHER M.P.) Junior, a ball gag for the colonel, please, I think we've heard enough of his bullshit... (COLONEL: Whaaa...gupmphhh...) Struggle away, Colonel; those shackles may be antiques but you won't damage them none... and besides, you are a VERY sexy mover... (THE ROOM IS FILLED WITH THE SOUND OF MORE RIPPING FABRIC.) Oh dear, there go the buttons on the colonel's dress uniform... as you can see, the brothers are extremely strong, it isn't often you see worsted wool torn apart by hand, like that. Will you look at that - perfect white regulation underwear. Is this man by the book, or what? Thank you, Luzis, that will do for now... (WHINE...) Down, Luzis, DOWN! - it's time for our audience to take over... (RENEWED MURMURS OF OUTRAGE) Oh, I'm sure you wouldn't want to condone the colonel's treachery in a show of leniency, WOULD you..? That would make you look...awfully... suspicious... And we have PLENTY more M.Ps standing by... (THERE IS A SCRAMBLE AS THE AUDIENCE MEMBERS LEAVE THEIR SEATS TO PARTICIPATE IN STRIPPING NAKED THE DECORATED AIR FORCE COLONEL.) Cotton makes such a satisfying sound as it's shredded, don't you all agree? Hoo dear, there's not much left of that undershirt... Now, Colonel, there's no need to blush and hang your head - you have a magnificent body for a man in his early forties. Don't jostle each other, gentlemen - though it's nice to see you all getting into it. Way to go on those shorts, Mr Flag, not just a desk man, I see... A jock strap, Colonel? Why you old DAWG, you... I believe there's hope for you yet. Of course, a frilly pair of women's panties would have been far kinkier, but I'm sure we can scare some up for you later... Gentlemen, please feel free to allow your hands to roam all over the colonel's hot body. It's always good to remind ourselves of just how impressive a physique life in the military can give a man. Be sure to get into every nook and cranny. Junior, get a chair for your brother. And Massimo, undo the wrist restraints. It's time for the colonel to take his punishment and think about what he did. That's right... bend the colonel over your knee and spread his ass cheeks for everyody's inspection.... Oh dear, will you look at that hole. Clean as a whistle. Is that SOAP I smell? Tsk tsk, how disappointing... (THE COLONEL RENEWS HIS STRUGGLES) Gentlemen, if you'd like to sit back down again, I can see the colonel is keen to get started... Massimo's hands are very large - and particularly hard from all his martial arts training. The perfect instruments to administer a good old fashioned spanking. The colonel is in for quite a treat... (WACK!) (COLONEL: Mmmmmmpghhh...!) (WACK!) (COLNEL: HMMM-mmmmmmpghhh...!) (WWWWACK!) (COLONEL: HGHHMMM! HGHHMMM! HGHHHMMM!) This could go on for quite a while - there's coffee and danish at the back should any of you require refreshments. No? Nobody? Well, excuse me while I have some, I'm famished. (TEN MINUTES LATER) (WWWACK! WACK! WACK! WACK!) (COLONEL: mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm...................) Okay, I'm back. Oh, still going? Really, gentlemen, the danish are delicious, be sure not to miss out. But I see you've all been too riveted by the floor show... Thank you, Massimo, that will do for now. Ah good, a beautiful, dark redness to the colonel's firm butt cheeks now. I'll bet if we turned the lights all the way down, it would glow in the dark. And observe his dripping erection, pushing into Massimo's crotch, wetting his pants. The primal response to the pleasure/ pain principal again, you see, devoid of societal conditioning. (SEXUAL BEHAVIORIST: Fascinating. Fascinating.) But sadly all good things must... well, come to think of it, go on to even better things. You can take him next door now, Luzis. (THE COLONEL IS UNGAGGED AND UNCHAINED. HE IS CARRIED AWAY BY THE LUZIS, BROKEN AND SOBBING.) (CIA ROGUE: The Luzi brothers! Aren't they...?) ...the sex offenders who were in the news last year? Indeed they are. They themselves weren't even aware of it at the time, but Massimo and his younger brother have been on our team since we had the formula smuggled into jail to them. That led to quite the spread of mayhem - dozens of raped prison guards - and also brought in some really useful data. Later we engineered their prison break, interested to set them loose on the wider comunity. Following their re-arrest in Vermont we decided to extract them and bring them to Groom Lake, where they've been on the staff ever since. Two of my best, most dedicated workers. Let's see how the colonel is getting on, shall we?. (WHIRRING NOISE: ANOTHER PANEL GLIDES BACK, REVEALING A SECOND TEST CHAMBER; DIRECTLY ADJACENT TO THE FIRST AND IDENTICAL IN THE MAIN. THE DAZED, RED FACED COLONEL IS SLUMPED IN A THRONE, TO WHICH MASSIMO LUZI IS FASTENING HIM.) (OVER THE INTERCOM) No cod piece unit for the colonel, Massimo, just use the girdle around his midsection. We all need to see how that nice dick of his reacts... (THE COLONEL'S CROAK IS AUDIBLE VIA INTERCOM: You perverted fiend, Schultz...) (TO AUDIENCE) See, now I want to do a cartoon supervillain cackle. The colonel's Throne has no seat as such, merely a support ring, much to the relief of his poor, sore ass. So gentlemen, we have at last father and son subjects in seperate but adjoining chambers, about to be introduced to an unlooked for but extremely pleasant set of new lifestyle choices. (SEXUAL BEHAVIORIST: Well, sooner them than me.) Yes, luckily for us all, Doctor PLUMP...ton... (PAUSE) (SEXUAL BEHAVIORIST APPEARS TO BE BUSY CHEWING A WASP) You'll note that father and son Thrones have been positioned to face each other. Another viewing wall seperates the chambers, configured at this point so that father can see and hear what we do to son, but not the reverse. The speaker in the colonel's chamber is also on two-way - he can hear everything we say in this room, so be sure not to say anything mean... (INTO THE INTERCOM) Thank you, Spike - any time you're ready. (A DOOR OPENS ON THE FAR SIDE OF THE KID'S TEST CHAMBER. A VERY TALL, EXTREMELY MUSCULAR BULL-TYPE ENTERS, MOVING LITHELY FOR SUCH A BIG MAN. HE IS BALD, MID-FORTIES, WITH RUGGEDLY HANDSOME FEATURES AND A TAKE-NO-SHIT DEMEANOR. HE IS WEARING A TIGHT BLACK TEE, BLACK LEATHER JEANS AND SHORT BLACK LATEX GLOVES. HE ALSO WEARS WRAPAROUND SHADES.) (KID: D-Dude... who the f... who are you..?) The intimidating gentleman entering now is my close friend and associate, Spike Russo. Spike is Head of Ops, of which - ahem - 'patriot recruitment' forms a large part. So you could call him the Studcatcher, hehehe... (SILENCE) Okay, tough room. Today, Spike will be assisting us with our demonstration. Let's listen, shall we..? Oh... and remember... his father can see and hear everything that we are doing to his son... (SPIKE APPROACHES THE KID, WHO FLINCHES BACK AS FAR AS HE CAN IN HIS CHAIR. SPIKE LAYS A GLOVED HAND OVER THE BOY'S MOUTH AND NOSE, FORCING HIM TO INHALE THE SMELL OF LATEX. THE BOY SQUIRMS, BREATHING IT IN.) (IN HIS CHAMBER, THE COLONEL SHAKES HIS HEAD IN DENIAL, CALLING OUT HIS SON'S NAME IN THROAT WRACKING SOBS - NONE OF WHICH CAN BE HEARD IN THE OTHER CHAMBER. HIS ERECTION, HOWEVER, HAS NOT SUBSIDED. MASSIMO KNEELS BETWEEN HIS SPREAD LEGS AND BEGINS TO TONGUE AND SUCK THE COLONEL'S FULL BALLS.) (SPIKE RELEASES THE BOY FROM HIS GRASP. HE WHIPS OFF THE SHADES AND SNARLS IN HIS FACE. THE BOY CRIES OUT IN TERROR.) (SEVERAL OF SHULTZ'S AUDIENCE DO THE SAME.) Yes, my friends, Spike is a fan of body modification. Teeth filed to points and a surgically forked tongue. You'll be relieved to know that those are yellow contact lenses, so he isn't entirely as supernatural as he appears. Time for both our studs to experience Formula 51... (IN EACH CHAMBER, A BURST OF STEAM JETS INTO THE ROOM, DIRECTED AT THE THRONES.) And that's all it takes. One brief blast like that. So, we're using 51 in it's gaseous form today. The concentration is not particularly high, so reaction will be gradual - but the end result will be the same. (CIA ROGUE: Won't your staff be affected?) Oh dear me, no. Spike and Massimo are old hands at this, their exposure will simply make them more... creative... (SPIKE HAS NOW BEGUN TO LICK THE BOY'S FACE. IN DISGUST, DARIUS TURNS HIS HEAD, THIS WAY AND THAT, TRYING TO AVOID THE FORKED TONGUE. KID: Get offa me, you fucking queer... THAT EARNS HIS FACE A SHARP SLAP. THEN THE LICKING CONTINUES.) (THE COLONEL'S DICK HAS BEGUN TO SEEP PRECUM, WHICH IS RUNNING DOWN OVER HIS BALLS. COLONEL: Oh God... I'm so sorry, Son... so sorry... MASSIMO TIPS THE THRONE BACK AT 45 DEGREES IN ORDER TO ACCESS THE PRISONER'S REDDENED ASS, WHICH HE LAVES WITH SALIVA, BEFORE MOVING ON TO FORCEFULLY SUCK AT THE COLONEL'S ANUS.) (MEANWHILE, SPIKE HAS SWITCHED TO LICKING LONG STROKES UP THE KID'S STRONG NECK. THE BOY BEGINS TO SETTLE BACK. HIS FACE STILL WET WITH THE OLDER MAN'S SPIT, HE GASPS AND SIGHS. TWO SEGMENTED METAL TUBES EMERGE FROM THE CODPIECE UNIT AND GO SNAKING UP THE BOY'S TORSO, LEAVING A TRAIL OF LUBE OVER HIS ABS. EACH ENDS IN A METAL CUP, WHICH LATCHES ONTO THE AREOLA OF A NIPPLE.) Gentlemen, this is one of the applications we have found for the Pentagon's new SmartReed technology, which was passed onto us. At the core of each of those tubials is a network of SmartReed filaments, which here have been programmed to seek out and identify a subject's erogenous zones... and stimulate them electronically - to precisely the subject's maximum pleasure tolerance levels. (IMPRESSED MURMURS IN THE ROOM.) (THE KID IS NOW WRITHING AND MOANING AS THE ELECTRODES IN THE METAL NIPPLE CUPS DO THEIR WORK.) (MASSIMO HAS BEGUN TO RUN A THICK FINGER IN AND OUT OF THE COLONEL'S HOLE. THE COLONEL IS HUFFING AND PUFFING, JERKING HIS HIPS IN RESPONSE, BUT IS UNABLE TO TAKE HIS EYES OFF HIS SON THROUGH THE GLASS.) (SPIKE SETS SOME CONTROLS. THE CODPIECE UNIT DETACHES AND LIFTS UPWARD FROM THE SEAT ON HYDRAULIC ARMS, THE TUBIALS STILL ATTACHED TO THE BOY'S NIPPLES, NOW FROM OVERHEAD. DARIUS'S ROCK HARD DICK IS REVEALED, SLICK WITH JUICES AND TWITCHING. THE THRONE AUTOMATICALLY TIPS BACK AND PUSHES HIS KNEES TOWARDS HIS CHEST. THE BACK REST DRAWS FORWARD, CAUSING HIS ASS TO OVERHANG THE EDGE OF THE SEAT, EXPOSING IT TO SPIKE. STILL LICKING, SPIKE REACHES FOR A TUBE OF LUBRICANT. SO THAT THE BOY CAN SEE, HE BEGINS TO COAT THE GLOVED FOREFINGER OF ONE HAND. THE KID WATCHES, WIDE-EYED, AS SPIKE BEGINS TO TEASE AT HIS HOLE, RUNNING THE FINGERTIP UP AND DOWN OVER IT.) (MASSIMO HAS INSERTED A SECOND FINGER AND IS FRIGGING THE COLONEL'S HOLE MORE ROUGHLY. THE COLONEL RIDES 'EM LIKE A COWBOY, GETTING MORE AND MORE EXCITED AT WHAT HE SEES NEXT DOOR.) (SPIKE PATS THE KID'S ASS, MORE AND MORE FORCEFULLY, UNTIL HE IS LIGHTLY SPANKING HIM. THE KID GASPS AND BEGINS TO MOAN. SPIKE HOLDS THE KID'S BALLS TIGHTLY AT THE BASE AND LIFTS THEM OUT OF THE WAY, EXPOSING THE BOY'S BULGING PERINEUM. HE SPANKS IT... THEN HE BEGINS PUNCHING IT, HARDER AND HARDER. THE BOY'S HEAD THRASHES FROM SIDE TO SIDE, LOVING IT, HIS DICK RUNNING WITH JUICES AGAIN. THEN SPIKE PICKS UP A LONG HANDLED FLOGGER. HE BEGINS TO BEAT THE ASS IN LIGHT, ROUNDED STROKES, GRADUALLY BUILDING THE INTENSITY. THE BOY ALTERNATELY CRIES OUT AND GRUNTS LIKE A RUTTING BULL. SPIKE SETS THE FLOGGER ASIDE, RUNNING HIS HANDS OVER THE NEWLY REDDENED ASS. THE KID STARES INTO SPIKE'S EYES, HIS MOUTH HANGING OPEN, PANTING. SPIKE SLIPS THE LUBED FINGERTIP INTO HIS HOLE AND GLIDES IT UP HIM. THE KID'S MOUTH FORMS A STARTLED 'OH' AND HIS EYEBROWS RAISE.) (COLONEL: Yes - yes - yes - yes...) (SPIKE BEGINS TO WORK THE BOY'S HOLE, GOING DEEPER AND DEEPER, MAKING WIDER AND WIDER CIRCLES.) (COLONEL: Two fingers... two fingers... pant - pant - pant) (SPIKE CAN HEAR THE COLONEL OVER AN INVISIBLE EARPIECE. HE INSERTS A SECOND FINGER. THE KID BEGINS TO BUCK HIS HIPS IN THE CHAIR, TRYING TO GET MORE INSIDE HIM. SPIKE LEANS FORWARD. THE BOY'S MOUTH OPENS TO WELCOME HIS FORKED TONGUE AND HE FRENCHES SPIKE HUGRILY.) (COLONEL: More... more... more...) (SO SPIKE INSERTS A THIRD FINGER. THE BOY MOANS EXCITEDLY INTO SPIKE'S MOUTH AND PRESSES CLOSER TO HIM.) (MASSIMO HAS ALSO INSERTED A THIRD FINGER, AND THE COLONEL'S HIPS ARE A BLUR OF FEVERISH TWERKING. COLONEL: Fuck him... fuck him... fuck him... fuck him...) (SPIKE REMOVES HIS FINGERS AND FLIPS A SWITCH. THE THRONE STARTLES THE BOY BY SWINGING UP AND AROUND, TOTALLY RECONFIGURING ITSELF INTO AN UPRIGHT SAINT ANDREW'S CROSS, UNTIL THE BOY IS STANDING IN A SPREAD X POSITION, HIS BACK TO SPIKE. SPIKE UNLEASHES HIS ENORMOUS, WEDGE-HEADED WEAPON FROM HIS LEATHER JEANS AND TAPS IT AGAINST THE BOY'S ASS. DARIUS'S EYES WIDEN IN ALARM.) (COLONEL: Oh... oh... oh... oh...) (THERE IS A SUDDEN EXPLOSION FROM OUTSIDE THE WAREHOUSE, SHAKING THE BUILDING TO IT'S FOUNDATIONS.) (LIGHTS IN BOTH CHAMBERS FLICKER AND DIE. IN THE BLACKNESS THERE IS A DESCENDING WHIR OF MACHINERY AS SYSTEMS APPEAR TO POWER DOWN. A STRIDENT ALARM SHRIEKS OUT OVER THE PA SYSTEM. LOW EMERGENCY LIGHTING COMES ON AS RIVULETS OF DUST RAIN DOWN FROM THE CHAMBER CEILINGS AND ALL ELECTRONIC DOORS GLIDE OPEN. THE TWO CHAMBERS ARE NOW FULLY OPEN TO EACH OTHER. SPIKE STEPS BACK, TUCKING HIS FUCKROD AWAY, AND MASSIMO LEAPS TO HIS FEET. THEY REGARD EACH OTHER ACROSS THE DUSTY GLOOM. SPIKE: Shit! Somebody's taken out the main generator! With me, Luzi! THE TWO MEN RACE OUT THROUGH THE OPEN DOOR, LEAVING THEIR CAPTIVES UNATTENDED.) (IN THE PRESENTATION AREA, THERE IS COMMOTION ONCE AGAIN.) Please remain in your seats, gentlemen! There is no danger here. None whatsoever. (SEXUAL BEHAVIORIST: But that was a bomb...) No, Dr Plumpton, that was a precisely positioned, controlled detonation of our own devising. You'll notice that the emergency lighting is only present in the testing chambers. As far as our subjects are concerned, an unforseen emergency has arisen and this warehouse is under attack. The doors to their cells are open and they are unsupervised. (CIA ROGUE: So? They're going to get away.) Are they? Let's see, shall we? (THE KID LOOKS AROUND GROGGILY, HIS DICK BOBBING. HIS ASS WEAVES EXPECTANTLY, FEELING NEGLECTED. WHERE DID EVERYBODY GO? ALONG WITH THE DOORS, THE COLONEL'S RESTRAINTS HAVE ALSO POPPED OPEN. HE FINALLY REALISES THIS AND LURCHES DRUNKENLY OUT OF THE THRONE. HE STAGGERS AROUND FOR A MINUTE, GETTING HIS BEARINGS. HE REMEMBERS HIS SON. COLONEL: ... Darius..! KID: Dad... Dad, is that you..? COLONEL: ...oh God... oh God, Son... THE COLONEL MAKES HIS WAY TO HIS SON. HE GOES ROUND TO THE FRONT AND PUTS A HAND TO THE BOY'S FACE. THEN HE CHECK'S THE KID'S RESTRAINTS BUT THEY APPEAR TO BE STILL ENGAGED. COLONEL: Give... just give me a minute... THE COLONEL SEARCHES THE CHAMBER FOR SOMETHING. HE LOOKS AROUND AT HIS SON'S ASS, WHICH IS STILL ABSENT-MINDEDLY GYRATING. THEN HE FINDS WHAT HE'S LOOKING FOR. HE PICKS UP THE FLOGGER. AND COMMENCES TO THRASH HIS BOY'S ASS WITH IT. WITH MOUNTING FEROCITY. DARIUS SCREAMS OUT. AT FIRST. BUT IN NO TIME HE IS WEAVING THAT INCREASINGLY REDENNED ASS AGAIN, THRUSTING IT OUT TO MEET HIS FATHER'S STROKES. BOTH DICKS ARE AT MAXIMUM ENGORGEMENT AND FLAT TO THE STOMACH. THE COLONEL THROWS THE FLOGGER ASIDE AND SEIZES THE NAKED BOY IN HIS ARMS. HE PLUNGES HIS DICK UP HIS SON'S CUNT AND RABBIT FUCKS HIM SAVAGELY. DARIUS ROARS OUT HIS APPROVAL, AUDIBLE ABOVE THE ALARMS, AND HIS DICK DETONATES, SPRAYING CUM UP HIS ABS, ONTO HIS CHEST, AND ALL OVER HIS OWN FACE. THE COLONEL GIVES A SIMILAR ROAR AS HE UNLOADS INSIDE HIS SON. AS THEIR ORGASMS SUBSIDE, SON PUTS HIS HEAD BACK TO FATHER AND THEY FRENCH KISS, STILL CONNECTED ASS TO DICK. MOMENTS LATER, THE COLONEL'S HIPS BEGIN TO PUMP INTO HIS SON AGAIN AS HE RECOVERS HIS STRENGTH. SON'S DICK SPRINGS BACK TO LIFE AND THE BOY MEETS HIS FATHER'S THRUSTS.) (SPONTANEOUS APPLAUSE BREAKS OUT IN THE PRESENTATION AREA.) Thank you, gentlemen, you're too kind. And so, you observe, the urge to fuck overwhelms the urge to escape. (SEXUAL BEHAVIORIST: Remarkable achievement. Remarkable. I'm particularly impressed by the effect of the drug on the colonel, completely overiding his sense of decency.) Well that's very kind of you, Dr Plumpton - but the colonel didn't receive the drug. (CONFUSED RESPONSES.) Only the boy got dosed with Formula 51. The father just thought he had. (CIA ROGUE: So then... the father...) ...merely received the placebo. Yes. What he just did to his son... That was all him. (STUNNED SILENCE.) And so, gentlemen... Who would like to be the first to tell him? (SCHULTZ CHUCKLES. ALMOST LIKE A COMIC BOOK SUPERVILLAIN.)