Date: Sat, 7 May 2011 09:00:00 +0100 (BST)
From: Riley Jericho <rileyjericho@yahoo.com>
Subject: Against The Machine - Chapter 2

AGAINST THE MACHINE

CHAPTER TWO
by Riley Jericho
rileyjericho@yahoo.com


The Attendant had decided to give the foul-mouthed Hispanic, Carlos, the
honour of being the first of the group to be mated to the Machine that
morning. To a man, every eye was fixated on the movements of his hand as he
brought the umbilical close to the boy's flaccid penis and up to where the
ring -- implanted into the sulcus, just under the head of his penis -
awaited.

Though the group came from diversely different backgrounds, they all hone
something in common; anxiety and foreboding. For most, their last awareness
had been the Courtroom and a Judiciary Panel, and now they had awoken on a
couch in the Treatment Room. There was no last meal or quick smoke for the
condemned; It was all going too fast and any personal choices had been
stripped away from them.

Despite his bravado, Carlos was frightened to the point where he finally
stopped swearing and started to panic and struggle mightily. He heaved and
shook, attempting somehow to move his groin away from the impending doom,
but his hands and legs were locked and the belt over his stomach stopped
him from lifting his backside or moving his hips.

The Attendant lifted the boy's penis and deftly slipped it's mating collar
over the glans, at the head. He'd done it a thousand times, but for this
guy, it was a first.

"NO - WAIT!" Carlos cried and, for the first time, the Attendant saw
something of the frightened little kid in his eyes. The group looked on
with aghast fascination and he'd placed himself so that he knew everyone
could see.

It was educational.

The umbilical collar locked itself onto the ring and was almost impossible
to dislodge until the Machine decided it was time. Once engaged, the
mechanism was bio-mechanical in nature. As well as being physically locked
in place, fingers of fibrous bio-material extended from the collar into the
ring, like tendrils of a deadly jellyfish. These coupled with the same kind
of Bio-Fibers now making up in the sheath -- a networked mesh surgically
implanted along the length of the penis the day before.

This was why they had been here for several days, though they had no
knowledge of the invasive, but now hidden, surgery that had been
performed. After that surgical procedure, fibrils, proliferating like a
root system from where they had been planted, had spread like wild grass
and spliced themselves into local nerve bunches and ganglia; finally
merging directly into the spinal cord and central nervous system.

Every person here was already part flesh and part modern technology.

Including the Attendant.

For the Hispanic boy, the umbilical collar found its mate, made the
connection, and it was done. And he stared at it in horror. With the collar
and ring firmly married, the Attendant removed the discomfort of the
Ab-Band over the boy's waist to allow some movement again; partly because
he felt its presence became more of a distraction than an aid, and
increased the process time well over 15 minutes, and partly because if they
squirted on it, it was a pain to clean.

Even before it had gained much access to the higher brain functions
controlling pleasure, the Machine could still quite easily induce an
erection in the hapless teen. Through the fibrous sheath embedded along the
shaft and through the network of neuro-tendrils which weaved a web all
around his genitals, it could increase the blood flow into his penis and
reduce venous drainage away, forcing blood into the right places to quickly
replicate a state of male sexual arousal.

Along the full length of the penis, micro-electrical impulses would make it
feel like a million ants dancing on his dick, or could mimic an intense
drawn out masturbation. The Hispanic boy looked down in dismay as, within
moments of being mated and completely against his will, the Machine drew
him up to an impressively full erection.

It had been that easy and there were uneasy murmurs around the room at this
simple display of the Machine's power.

"SHIT!"

Carlos hissed as the Machine teased him seductively; the simple foreplay
making him squirm.

"TAKE IT THE FUCK OFF...NOW!" he shouted, desperately trying to ignore the
unwanted attention it was giving him. His substantial arm muscles bunched
as he desperately strained to reach the umbilical. It was only a few inches
from his fingers, but might as well have been a hundred miles away for all
the good it would do him. He bucked his hips attempting to shake it off,
but it was too late for him now - just as it would be too late for all of
them shortly.

The Attendant looked up and over to the adjacent bed. Its owner, Caleb
Alexander Montgomery, flushed and swallowed hard as the eye contact
communicated one simple message extremely clearly.

You're next.

Caleb Montgomery, the Attendant knew, was something of a celebrity, being
the son and heir of the millionaire businessman, and politician, Alex
Montgomery. Not many people didn't know the father, and now they knew the
son too.  He'd watched the news channel media circus that had surrounded
the boy with interest. Clearly, when it came to computer programming, he
was a talented lad. Just a tender age of 14 and already a sophisticated
computer hacker, they said.

But he'd made a fatal mistake. He'd been caught!

Normally the legal system didn't hang around and those caught could find
themselves judged and dispatched to the Centre with 24-48 hours. But young
Cal became an instant celebrity in a media frenzy, as his father arranged
an immediate injunction and fought tooth and nail to save his son; using
the power of the press to build support against the power of the
law. Everyone (even him, he had to admit) followed the story with great
interest as it created a flourish of national debate about the inhumanity
of the Machine and whether young Montgomery was about to be well and truly
fucked...as it were!

As part of his campaign to free his son, Montgomery senior had put out a
suggestion that he might even make a generous donation that would benefit
research to help modify real criminals.

He'd seen the reports that had come out at the end of the trial. The kid
might well have got away with a lesser sentence for the CyberCrimes, but
unfortunately for this talented young man, the technicians finally cracked
open some of the secrets buried in the teen's computer on and discovered
not a small number of images of men's and boy's genitals. To be fair, it
couldn't finally be proved that the very young looking ones were under the
legal age for that kind of photography, and although there wasn't actually
any explicit sex, it more or less sealed the deal for the panel of judges
who felt that Caleb Montgomery probably needed some help in this area too!
So the hammer fell.

For his father, the Courts were still deliberating whether the generous
donation approach amounted to nothing more than an illegal bribe, in which
case he might well follow his son to the couch.

"Hello Caleb..." offered the Attendant as he approached his couch.

"Piss off," he muttered, the previous flush draining from his face as the
Attendant reached for the controls for the couch. "Why am I here?" he
added, angrily.

The Attendant replied simply. He'd long since past allowing himself to get
irritated or intimidated by those he treated. "I think you already know
that, Caleb. You're here because the law determined that you should be."

Afraid and angry, Caleb still resisted saying something pathetic like 'do
you know who I am?' but his agile mind raced and he just couldn't come to
terms with what was happening. Where was his father? The lawyer? Had he
just been abandoned? Did they know where he was? Did that bitch Melissa
have anything to do with it? Maybe the phone would ring at any moment and
he would be released?

He bit back a sob of fear and frustration as the full weight of the
sentence passed on him drove deep.

It was a life sentence.

HOW DID THIS HAPPEN!!!!??

He was only 14 and his life was over...not that he had much of a life
anyway. He was already a freak with no friends and had been painted in the
news channels as the spoilt little rich boy. And now he might as well be
dead and all because of a few fucking pictures. He gritted his teeth and
tried to stop the tears spilling from his eyes as he followed the movements
of the Attendant. The mechanism was activated and he jerked involuntarily
as the stirrups came to life and, as he had observed with the Latino thug,
his legs began to move. He didn't have much strength so he didn't even
bother trying to resist and his legs were dropped down and out and the
couch folder under.

The belt was the worst bit and he started shaking as the soft material was
pressed onto his abdomen to tighten him down; trapping him with final
immobility.

The two boys...the Hispanic and the Montgomery boy... were like chalk and
cheese, and it just showed that it wasn't just the violent and oppressed
minorities that fell foul of the law!! At the opposite end of the spectrum
of society to a number of those gathered this day, Caleb Montgomery was
well educated and privileged; and was now privileged to occupy a bed in a
facility that was a great leveler of humankind!

The two boys were like chalk and cheese physically too. Whilst the Hispanic
was a product of a hard world where only the strongest and fittest
survived, little Caleb was exactly that; little and a bit chubby; chubby
and pale from spending too much time staring at computer screens.

He was pretty small elsewhere as well and, comparing the two teens, chalk
and cheese extended down below the navel too!

Circumcision.

It was standard practice here for all those who would need the ring
implanting in the correct way. Many in current society were circumcised
from birth, though not all. But there are circumcisions and
circumcisions. Some were tight, whilst others could be quite loose with the
remaining foreskin still rolling over the head. So, without exception, the
requirement was that all were circumcised and those previously cut were
recut to give each a drum tight outcome.

This proved a little unfortunate for Caleb Montgomery.

Like many others, he had been circumcised at birth and, like all the others
in this room that had been previously cut, he'd been pretty SERIOUSLY
tightened while they had done the rest of the surgery.

Herein lay a HUGE flaw in his character and self worth. He had - and always
had had - a tiny stub of a dick and it was a constant source of
embarrassment, humiliation and bullying for him. It was the only reason,
he'd convinced himself, that he'd developed a fascination with the male
appendage of others.

Why couldn't he just be normal like everyone else?

He'd tried all kinds of things over time; tools to increase his size;
tablets that could be purchased over the counter, or the `special
guaranteed' ones that could be bought via the HyperNet. None of it
worked. He'd regularly stretched the remaining foreskin and over the last
couple of years and managed to work it fairly loose - loose enough such
that the extra skin at least added to the appearance of length. But it was
mostly shaft skin, and the surgical rigs had trimmed it all off... and that
some!

The impact on his physical appearance was unfortunate, to say the least.

With the extremely tight circumcision and in an environment where he cool
and apprehensive, everything had severely shrunk and his penis was almost
buried in the chubby flesh of his groin. As smooth as the day he was born,
the remaining inadequate stub peeked out from the ring, which itself sat
back close to the minimal root of his member.

Literally, he looked like a BABY!

The facial flush returned and he squirmed in embarrassment as the Attendent
tried to tweak his micro-penis out, enough to connect him. To Caleb, it
looked like a fleeting smirk cross the guy's face and his humiliation
deepened.

"FUCK!!"

Destracted by the expletive, he glanced across to the Hispanic boy from
where it came. The guy's face was beginning to flush and an unpleasant
grimace crossed his mouth. He stared at him and glanced down to where the
umbilical was now controlling the boy, wondering what was happening. He'd
read the technical papers and knew the theory, but NEVER expected to EVER
see it close up -- not like this!

And then he shuddered.

Whipping his gaze back to his own groin he realised that, in those few
distracted moments, he'd actually just been mated to it himself and he bit
his lip hard, to stop himself panicking. The Attendent tugged at the
collar, now locked to the ring, and used it to pull his stub forward, to
free it up a bit.

Theory became real-life experience and, anxiously, Caleb wondered what
would happen next. A few moments later his eyes widened and he gasped as
the foreplay started.

After mating the first two boys, the Atttendant rapidly worked his way down
the two lines of couches to attend to the rest. To speed things up, he
tapped the controls of the couch ahead to start setting the stirrups,
whilst making the union via the umbilical with the current individual.

One by one, the stirrups positioned them and then their rings were offered
up for the unwanted union. In less than a minute, eight out the full twelve
were mated and already starting down the road to a new future. Some took it
stoically; others cried and begged to be released; more swore and
threatened him in all kinds of ways. Of course, they could easily have been
medicated and/or quieted by any number of means, but what they didn't
realise was that the emotional outbursts just made it easier for the
Machine to connect via the clear emotional pathways and subdue them more
easily. The shouting and swearing would soon stop when they found
themselves struggling to hold on to themselves and to freedom from
subjugation to the Machine.

At this point, the Attendant looked over to where the both the older man
and the young boy were waiting to be treated. They were along the side wall
where he had deliberately placed them some distance from the others. They
were special cases and he felt a quite sorry for them both and would try to
offer as much extra care if he could.

In his opinion, neither of them should really be here.

The boy was so young...only just turned 12, according to the records. It
really disturbed him that, with increasing frequency, the authorities were
criminalising them at these early ages. It worried him even more to know
that they were frequently administering this final, and quite irreversible,
treatment for seemingly minor problems.

Gone were the days where it was only rapists and murderers that were
submitted to the touch the Machine. Now, if a kid was still wetting his bed
at 13, the SCA representative could suggest that he be delivered to the
Centre for Emotional Wellness for correctional treatment. And 'suggest'
really meant 'require'! Well, maybe bedwetting was a little too minor, he
shrugged to himself, but he wouldn't put it past them! But, crucially, 13
was the age of consent required for the 'Social Care Administrate'. When
they reached 13, if the SCA felt something were in the best interest of the
child - even if it were to transfer them to this Centre - parents had no
legal powers to resist those kinds of orders. Those that persisted in doing
so often ended up resting on one of these couches themselves!

But this one was an orphan and, as such, had nobody to speak up for
him. Really, he already belonged to the authorities.

So why was he here?

The notes indicated that the boy had run away from the care homes on
several occasions and was exhibiting poor behaiour. But he had taken the
time to read the full case file and, from what he had discovered, really
was it surprising? It was obvious to anyone with an ounce of compassion
that the kid was deeply unhappy since his parents had been killed in a
house fire. All right, he hadn't had to deal with the boy the last few
years, but didn't he just need a bit of love and patience?

The law thought not, or more likely just couldn't be bothered, so they were
getting rid of the problem by requiring the kid be treated in this way,
alongside thugs and rapists.

The Attendant came over to where the two were waiting; both bound exactly
like the others onto their individual treatment couches. The lad glanced up
at him anxiously, fearing him as a child would fear the dentist suddenly
approaching with a needle. He spoke to the boy kindly, using his name to
try and help him stay calm.

"Hi there, Noah," he said softly. "How are you doing?" he added. The boy
stared at him speechless and fearful, like a rabbit caught in the
headlights. Not knowing what else to say or do, the Attendant decided to
press on and activated the control that would drop the stirrups.

"Why are you doing that?" the boy suddenly asked fretfully, finding his
voice but also flushing with embarrassment when, as the stirrups began to
draw him apart, it showed he was already semi-erect. The lower part of the
couch folded down and under and the Attendant came around the end to
position himself between the boy's legs to fit the umbilical. He noted the
erection, but was unsurprised.

Like a number of the boys lined up today, this one had never been
previously circumcised, and the surgery performed on him yesterday now
revealed a small glistening acorn shaped glans that, without doubt, would
be unusually sensitive. The Attendant knew that the boy's current physical
reaction was mostly because of the new sensations in that region -- and
that he was young, and sexuality was a probably a new and unexplored
experience. Noah was clearly some years from entering puberty, and had no
pubic hair yet, although he had still been treated with the laser brushes a
couple of days ago to ensure that none would ever grow.

Whilst it was possible that the kid didn't even completely understand what
sex was, let alone ever experience orgasm, for the Machine it made no
difference. God forbid that they should ever do it, but theoretically,
anyone -- even a young toddler -- could be mated to the Machine and their
personalities manipulated at will. It actually made no difference to what
state of development the sexual organs had matured, as sexuality and sexual
response were hard coded into the human psyche and brain function. As long
as an access port could be prepared and the plexus of Bio-Fibers grown into
the spinal cord and central nervous system, then the Machine could quite
easily connect directly to the deep brain, gaining access to nerve
complexes and the core primary pleasure tracts that already existed, even
in the very young. Those areas would respond and the individual would be
forced to experience exactly the same as a mature patient.

Significantly, the boy's current state of arousal made no difference to him
either. Gone were the days when, for him, the sight or touch of either male
or female genitals created any personal sexual response -- his own journey
with the Machine had ensured that! But he was still aware of the boy's
sense of discomfort with his new penis, and made no comment to draw further
attention to it.

Bizarrely, many men thought that the key to sidestepping an appointment
with the Machine was NOT to have a penis! He had heard stories of guys who
had surgically removed their appendages in a belief that the Machine would
not then be able to touch them. It was a fallacy of course, as the
Bio-Fibers could be introduced at a variety of access points on the body in
order to be able to create a route to the brain stem. And, if needs be,
stem cell advances meant that, with a little time and effort, a new penis
could even be grown. It just made more obvious sense to do it through the
sexual organs, and it was certainly less obtrusive afterwards.

The Attendant attempted to put the boy at ease. "It's OK Noah, it's just to
make you more comfortable." The lad looked dubious - and not surprisingly
so as a small boy trying to fit onto an adult sized couch looked anything
but comfortable! As the stirrups finished their journey and stretched him
either side of the couch, the Attendant decided to pass on Ab-Banding the
boy wit the hope that it wouldn't be necessary.

"And now, if you can keep as still as possible, we just need to attach this
small device too," he added, as he slipped the umbilical from the post.

"What's that?" the boy demanded suspiciously, beginning to pull against his
bonds.

"It's OK -- nothing to worry about.  It's just a little collar that we need
to fit. It'll only take a moment." If only I can get it on, we can deal
with the rest as we go along, the Attendant thought. At that point and with
bad timing, the Hispanic teen, Carlos, who had been had been the first to
be mated to the Machine cried aloud and thrashed around on his couch.

"MADRE de DIOS!! God...no....please no...." he shouted and, those that were
able, looked across to him in alarm. He was concentrating hard and his
knuckles were white as they gripped the armrests as he felt the real power
of the Machine over his body and mind. This was too much for Noah who shook
his head and started crying.

"NO, I don't want it done. Please don't. Just leave me alone. I want to go
home...I...I promise not to run away again." He began to become
increasingly agitated; to sob and struggle.

The Attendant was helpless to know how to help him. He was only 22 himself
and had no family or children of his own. Although he had plenty of
experience in this room with men and even teenagers, he was not so good
with kids; they were another world to him! He hated to do it, but perhaps
there was no other way than strapping the kid down like all the others and
just getting on with it?

Then a voice from the next bed stepped in.

"Hey Noah, it's OK - really it is. I'm having it done too, exactly like you
are. Why don't we team up and do it together?" the occupant suggested in an
easy, relaxed sounding voice. The boy stopped struggling momentarily and
looked across to check out the lifeline.

"Tell you what, why don't we go ahead and ask the man to do me first, so
you can see how it works?" the stranger suggested. "You can do that, can't
you?" he added, looking purposefully at the Attendant. Noah calmed down a
bit then and smiled gratefully as the Attendant nodded his
agreement. Leaving the boy for the moment, he turned to the older man and
began lowering the stirrups; separatIng his legs and showing his limp penis
with its embedded sheath and ring.

"Jack," he offered to the Attendant. "My name's Jack...and thanks for being
gentle with the boy."

"Jack Clifford. Yes I know," replied the younger man, before quietly
adding, "he's too young, Jack. He shouldn't be here, but I don't have any
choice, it has to be done. Thanks for watching out for him though - it will
really help him through the next 10 minutes or so if you can try to keep
him calm."

He looked quickly down the room towards the rest of the patients and
pondered a moment before turning back again to Noah and smiling
easily. "Tell you what -- there's no hurry. Why don't you two get to know
each other for a bit? I just need to attend to the others a few minutes."

Jack nodded as the stirrups finished their cycle, taking him to their final
position. The end if the couch dropped away, exposing him completely. As
the Attendant moved away, the boy looked at the older man with interest.

"Why don't you have any hair?" he asked frankly.

Jack grinned. Kids asked the most unexpected things sometimes. "You mean
down there?" he indicated, with a downward nod of his head as his hands,
like the boy's, were immobilised.

The younger boy nodded. "I thought all older guys had hair? My Dad had
hair...lots of it, I remember!"

"Well, I certainly used to, Noah," Jack replied, examining himself
critically. "Looks like they took it away - I guess it's something they
have to do for part of the procedure. It kind of looks a bit weird though,"
he admitted.

The boy giggled. "It makes you look like me!"

Jack smiled again, delighted to hear the boy laugh, even in these
surroundings. "It does doesn't it! Oh well, perhaps it will all grow back
soon?" he added hopefully -- as much for himself as for the boy.

In the way that only kids know how, the boy sent in another innocent curved
ball. "What did you do? Did you run away too?"

Jack sighed. How do you answer that? In a way, yes it was true he was
running away. Running from the pain and memories. He'd spent years avoiding
people and blocking out anything that could touch him and reawaken the
pain, but there was something about this little guy that called for an
answer that meant something.

"I've just been a bit sad recently," he sighed, eventually. "I'm hoping
this might help me."

The boy nodded and slumped a bit. "I've been sad too. After Mum and Dad got
killed...in a fire, it's been..." he seemed unable to finish and Jack
didn't probe, but then the boy continued, almost to himself. "We were at
Nan's and ...there was a fire. They took me outside and went back to get
Nan...they didn't..." He faltered again, but then kept going, looking up
sadly. "People say I'm too bad, so they said I had to come here..."

"What happens here anyway...nobody would tell me? You said something about
a procedure...what's that? Do we have to take a test or something? And why
is everyone cussing and stuff?"

Jack shook his head in private dismay. How can they do this to a child like
this? Now though wasn't the time to tell the boy the full truth of what was
about to be done to him, and what it would mean. "Oh, I'm sure they just
want to try to help you feel better too, just like me. Everyone here
probably needs a little bit of help," he offered lamely.

"Like to stop cussing? Mum and Dad never let me get away with that!"

Jack couldn't help but smile, "Yep, maybe that too!" Gently, Jack asked, "I
guess you miss them?"

"Mum and Dad? Yeah....." Noah drew into himself and looked suddenly sad and
lost.

"Well perhaps you and I are a lot alike. I lost two people that I loved
very much too. Just like you. That's why I've been sad as well. Let's hope
this can help both of us."

"You think it really might?"

"Yep, I think so. I know it's all a bit strange, but I think it's worth a
try, don't you? Just ignore the guys over there - we'll be a team and help
each other. If an oldy like me can do it, then I'm sure an energetic guy
like you can breeze through!"

The boy nodded, already beginning to like this man a great deal.

"Hey - I've just had a thought," Jack suggested. "Maybe it is a test and
there's a prize at the end for the best one?"

"Ya think so?" replied Noah hopefully. If there was a prize, he was gunning
for it!

Just then, after stopping by his main console, the Attendant returned along
the row and back towards Noah and Jack. He had directed the Machine to slow
down a little on the mental probing with those of the boys that he had
already mated. He wanted to buy a few minutes of calm; and time to be able
to ease young Noah into what had to be done. He also turned down the main
lights a little. A little me-time with their own nemesis wouldn't do those,
who were now feeling the touch of the Machine, any harm whatsoever!

"Hello again guys!" he said cheerfully, as he returned to the man and the
boy. "So Jack, are you ready? Shall we attach the connector now?"

"I don't know," grinned Jack, "hang on, I'll just confer with the team! Am
I ready Noah?"

Noah giggled in delight and nodded enthusiastically. "Yep, I think you're
ready...go for it!"

"OK, kind Sir! I'm officially ready...let's go!" Jack winked at the
Attendent and beamed widely though, frankly, he was also quite apprehensive
as to what this device would do to him. He had read all the articles, both
official and non-official about the Machine. He knew there would be some
parts that would probably be quite rough. He feared how the boy would do at
those moments.

"Watch carefully now Noah, I don't want him making any mistakes with my
privates!"

Noah burst into a fit of giggles before settling down to observe. The
Attendant quickly withdrew the umbilical and, at another nod from Jack,
slipped the collar over his flaccid penis. He held the collar over the
embedded ring, at which point the Machine immediately recognised the
proximity of the implant and locked into place.

"There we are!" Jack declared officially. "That wasn't too difficult at
all!" Frankly he had expected a bit worse.

Then, after a few more moments, as the Machine began gently probing this
new subject and stimulating him irresistibly through the sheath, Jack took
a sharp intake of breath, groaning ever so slightly as the erection
came. As the boy watched, the man's penis responded to the Machines urging,
as it slowly lifted and then grew to a full rock hard 7.5 inches. He sighed
with obvious pleasure.

 "Damn, it hasn't done that in a long, long while!"

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AGAINST THE MACHINE is a story by Riley Jericho
rileyjericho@yahoo.com