Date: Mon, 9 May 2011 17:15:37 +0100 (BST)
From: Riley Jericho <rileyjericho@yahoo.com>
Subject: Against The Machine Ch 3

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.

-~-~-~-~-~-~-

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.

-~-~-~-~-~-~-

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.

-~-~-~-~-~-~-

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.

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