Date: Fri, 16 Jul 2010 22:15:32 +0300 From: Cem Yaz?c? Subject: Sixteen Emerald Nights-Chapter 3 Author's Message to the Reader Dear Reader, The following is the third chapter of the story, Sixteen Emerald Nights. It depicts sex between men in a graphic manner, bondage is a major polt point. It also involves words considered politically incorrect (the notorious ones starting with the letters "n" and "f"). The same rules from the prologue apply to this chapter. Reviews will be greatly appreciated at cemshyte@gmail.com, so send some, goddammit. :D Act I, Scene III The Machine or The Alchemist's First Story The third day passed without hustle. Potash and Raccoon went to check the still blocked exit and returned, not surprised. We spent time fishing eyeless fish and swimming in our hot lake. When night came, we again sat on the rocks. Potash arose, his eyes twitching with mischief, the whites creating a nice contrast with his dark skin. He ran his hand through his foamy black hair. "Two stories have been told, six remains. I am ready to tell the third, if my dearest friends accept." Naturally, we accepted. With a wink to Raccoon, he said: "This is the story of the Machine." And so, the Alchemist began his story: Ever since I have graduated from the Academy, I have always tried to use my knowledge and wisdom to the benefit of humanity, in every way possible: Medicine for illnesses, pills for headaches, stomach aches, acid reflux, mixtures for clogged drains, polishes, I have used my magic in the reconstruction of the city walls, in defending caravans and innocents and I will gladly join if the army calls me; but enough of this. Back a couple of years, a colleague and I were working on a pill for impotence. We had done research and experimenting was the next phase. So, we put out some fliers and put up a few advertisement posters -you probably have seen them: IS YOUR BIRD UNABLE TO FLY? IS YOUR MONKEY TOO TIRED TO BE SPANKED? IS THE MEAT TOO FLOPPY TO BE BEATEN? DOES YOUR ROOSTER OVERSLEEP INSTEAD OF CRYING "COCK-A-DOODLE-DOO"? COME SEE US: POTASH AND CHLORINE ALCHEMICAL SUPPLIES DANDELION STREET, NO. 19 The turnout was great. We had an excess of men in our laboratory's waiting room each and every day. We kept a record of everything relevant from age to lifestyle, penis size and body type. After a few weeks, the men returned and told us the results, and they were fantastic: Not a single problem. The pills worked magically. They became quite popular and our customers and research subjects reported that the sex was amazing, but they wanted more. They were impressed by our capabilities and wanted us to invent a pill for small penis size. My colleague and I had become quite prestigious from the impotence pill; we were even offered a laboratory on the Academy grounds. It was larger than our previous lab and it had much better instruments, which we needed for our next project. For eight months, we did research while we continued conducting regular business and then came the experiments, again. We first tested it on small animals and the results were satisfactory. Then, we proceeded to humans. But the problem was that we had gathered enough attention with our impotence pills and the other alchemists and soothsayers in town were holding a grudge against us. We were afraid we would deal with sabotage attempts and we didn't want the Academy to be responsible of any problems, so we halted our plan at the end of the research period. I was not as experienced as I am today back then and I couldn't see any way out, until that fortunate day. It had been a quite regular day. I had been in the market to haggle for a rare mineral extracted from across the sea and was successful at buying it at half the price. I was quite content with myself. I arrived at our laboratory and noticed that the lights were out and the door was locked. I found a message on the door from my colleague: I HAVE A SURPRISE FOR YOU UPSTAIRS -LOVE, CHLORINE. Intrigued, I opened the door, lit the lamps and went upstairs. Chlorine was using one of the rooms as a workshop and hadn't let me see what he was up to inside until then. That night, there was a note on the workshop's door which read: THE TIME HAS FINALLY COME FOR YOU TO SEE MY CONTRAPTION. I AM SURE IT WILL AID THE DEVELOPMENT OF OUR NEWEST INVENTION GREATLY. FEEL FREE TO EXPERIMENT WITH THE CONTROLS AS MUCH AS YOU WANT AND DON'T BE AFRAID TO CAUSE SOME PAIN. HE DESERVES IT, THE PUNK - CHL. Now, I had absolutely no idea what he was talking about. I knew he had spent his spare time on a complex mechanism as there were people delivering mechanical machinery, pistons and gadgets every week. And every day, Chlorine would spend hours in the room. Rhythmic clanks, the sound of steam and gears spinning gave the only clues I had about the machine. But who was this "punk" he mentioned and why would I cause him pain? Trembling with excitement and anticipation, I turned the key he had left on the door and the lock yielded a satisfying "ching". I pushed the door open, stepped in and was immediately amazed. Metal pipes and pistons filled the room. On the left was a panel with a lot of levers and gauges and after that was a huge boiler, sacks of coal and a shovel. On the right were diagrams, small pieces of scrap and a wardrobe. In the centre of the room was an operating desk. On the handle of the wardrobe was yet another note. It read: MY DEAREST COLLEAGUE, IN THE FIRST CUPBOARD, YOU WILL FIND THE CONCOCTION TO WAKE OUR SUBJECT UP. THERE IS ALSO A PAIR OF GLOVES, WEAR THEM SO YOU DON'T HARM YOUR HANDS. WHEN YOU'RE READY, BURN SOME COAL IN THE BOILER TO START THE MACHINE, BUT WATCH OUT FOR BUILDING PRESSURE. HAVE FUN. I put on the gloves. I went over to the operating desk to see the man for myself. I approached the desk. There he was. A young man in his early tweens, completely naked except for the tube his penis was in. His wrists were restrained with metal cuffs bolted to the desk and his legs were raised and separated wide apart. His leanly muscular limbs were slightly scarred and his hair shined a warm yellow. Around his neck was a red ribbon with a bow and a piece of paper. I undid the bow and read the note: I HAVE CAUGHT THIS LITTLE THIEF MESSING WITH OUR RESEARCH RESULTS. I'VE DRUGGED HIM SO HE BEHAVES UNTIL YOU REACH HOME. THE CONCOCTION WILL WAKE HIM UP. So that's what it was. I opened his mouth and administered the liquid in the vial. He gulped and his eyes began to flutter and then they opened. He panted and looked around him in fear. He then focused and looked at me. "Who are you?" he asked me. "I am Potash," I answered. "Me and my colleague are very angry at you." He didn't reply. He looked around and gulped. "This is certainly a good coincidence," I said, toying. "We just needed a test subject to complete our project and one walks right in." "What project?" "Oh don't play games, we both know that you're here to steal our plans for the penis enlargement pill." "I wasn't told," he said and he blushed slightly. I noticed. "Does our project interest you in any way?" I chided. "What?! No!" I removed the glass tube from his penis and saw that this ruggedly handsome man was pitifully endowed. "Tsk tsk tsk..." He looked away. "Anyways, no matter, with any luck, Chlorine's machine will help people like you." "You mean?" he said, feigning disinterest. "Yes, yes... We're gonna fix your problem down there." "How?" "I honestly have no idea," I said and I grinned. "Whaddaya mean you have no idea?!" "Chlorine built this. I only have snippets of knowledge about how it works." "Oh hell!" "But this makes it more fun!" I laughed. He tried to free his arms but he was unable to move them. He cursed under his breath and closed his eyes, breathing deeply. I moved to the boiler to put some coal in the machine. "Oh relax, this will probably only hurt slightly." I ignited the coal with my hand and the water inside the boiler started to heat up. I then moved over to our captive- er, I mean "subject". A hissing sound soon came from the boiler. "What's your name?" I asked the man. "What's it to you?" "I need something to call you by." "Call me Raccoon." (Thanks for not ruining the story, Raccoon. Alright guys, settle down.) "Is that some kind of professional name, then?" "Yeah..." "Feeling better now?" "There is no way you'll release me without testing, right?" "I'm afraid not." He took a deep breath. "Go on then." "Fine then, I'll start the machine." I went to the control panel and looked at the many levers, gauges and sliders. Boiler pressure was fine, so I pulled the leftmost lever down a notch. A slight hiss came from the boiler and a piston started pumping slowly. "Oh!" "What is it?" "The pipe..." he started. "Mmmhh." I traced the piston's pipe and saw that it travelled through the ceiling into the end of the glass tube. "Amazing," I muttered. "This is awesome" I lowered the lever down another notch. The piston pumped faster. Racoon's rod was turning a robust reddish colour. His moans grew deeper. This was all very nice, but I wondered what the other levers did. The best way to find out, would be an empirical experiment. "You're okay until now, right?" "This is not a punishment, Potash." "Oh, alright." I grinned. "Looks like we still have some surprises in store, though." I pulled one of the other levers all the way down and a mechanical arm extended from the ceiling downwards, between the man's legs. I liked where this was headed. "What in the name of..." I pulled the lever next to it. The lower piece of the arm bent upwards and the end became visible: A carved wooden dick. "Oh, this is gonna be fun." "What is? What's going on? I can't –urgh- see a thing!" There was a knob to the right of the lever. I deducted that it fine tuned the wooden dick. "Tell me when you feel something." I turned the knob carefully while looking at my captive. "Oh, hell no!" he cried. I stopped turning. I lowered the next lever. "GAAH!" cried the Raccoon. The piece of wood penetrated its way through his hole. "I guess you ARE our captive, after all." "Oh, I'm enjoying it, be sure of that," he said, through his clenched teeth and turned his neck to look at me. "You enjoy it too." "Oh yes, I do." I lowered the next lever two notches, not breaking eye contact. His body convulsed in synchrony with the hiss of the steam pump. The wooden cock pumped in and out of him, continuously. He gasped every time the machine entered him and released his breath when it exited. I pulled it lower. The machine pumped faster and the hiss became fiercer. Gears ticked and ticked and Raccoon's nice slim body was impaled with mechanical power. He moaned and gasped and he rocked his pelvis up and down. "Aaaahh, yeah! Oh, fuck yeah!" "Hah, you came?" "Uh-huh," he held his breath for a second and exhaled sharply. "You can stop now." "Oh, but we're just getting started." "I'm sure I can do it one more time." We had no idea what the machine had in store, but we were sure going to find out. It was a pity that I had ran out of levers, but the suction lever was still at medium level and the fuck lever still had two more notches. I lowered the levers and pulled the knob. "OH! WHAT IS THAT?" "What is it?" "The dick, it feels..." Apparently, the dick had rotated upwards and it was pushing against our Doctor's favourite organ, the prostate. The machine got faster and faster, but the pressure was dropping. I put some coal in the boiler. I went over to the desk. Raccoon had closed his eyes and was enjoying the sensation of being sucked and fucked at the same time. I watched him for a minute or so, rubbing my own dick through the fabric of my pants. "You're –uh- enjoying this, aren't you, Potash, you faggot." "Look who's talking!" Raccoon let out a raspy laugh and closed his eyes again. I went over next to his head and squeezed his cheek. He looked up at me. "You're one cheeky bastard, you know that?" "And you're a nigger, so what?" We both laughed. I headed to the control panel. "A nigger, eh?" I pushed all levers up except for the suction. The mechanical arm stopped and went out his bum. "Aw, I was just gonna blow." I took my clothes off and walked where the machine had been. I jammed my cock up his asshole, which had gotten a bit loose. I grabbed on to his sides and pumped into him, pinching and rubbing every piece of flesh I could get my hands on. My black cock went in and out of him, slurping. We moaned and moaned and my dick was feeling amazing and that sweet swelling sensation built in my stomach, went on towards my pelvis and up through my rod. My head went through a spin and I collapsed on top of him, trapping the pipe between. I took some deep breaths and got up, while he was still being sucked by the glass tube, which had gotten opaque with the steam of his sweat. I went and lowered the rest of the levers again, wearing nothing but my gloves. My head was still feeling light and spinning. I went back to the desk and sat at the edge, watching the machine do its work. Not long after, Racoon's face clenched and he moaned. He rocked his pelvis and tried to free his arms, but to no avail. The machine held him in place. "I'm gonna- I'm gonna –OH- AUGHH!" There was no visible output of this, but a "slurp" came from the pipe as a white liquid travelled its way up and into the piston. A couple of seconds later, a segment in front of the boiler opened and two porcelain penises moved towards a bell, then, they knocked it in turn. "Ding-dong-ding-dong." After that, they travelled back and the segment closed. "What the hell?" I asked, but the Raccoon was too tired to answer. I guessed it was time to stop. I went back to the control panel and turned the suction off. Then, I soaked the coal in the boiler and opened a valve to let the steam out. Air slowly went back into the glass tube. I took the pipe out of the tube and hung it over a hook on the wall. "Moment of destiny, my friend." I took the tube out and saw the transformation myself. It was amazing. What was before, a tiny mushroom, was now a wiener, and a huge one at that. And his balls had evolved from chestnuts into a sac half the size of my fist. (See for yourselves, gentlemen.) Too bad it was limp, but we were both worn out. "Give me a kiss, you swindling crook." I kissed him in the mouth, our tongues lashing and licking. I fondled his flesh and balls which made him moan in a mixture of pain and pleasure. When he didn't get hard again, I unscrewed the bolts on the metal cuffs. When I undid the last screw, he suddenly got up and ran out of the room. I ran after him but he was too fast. He got out of the laboratory building and ran naked down the street. "So long, Potash! Have fun with your machine, you nigger!" he shouted. "Have fun with your new dick, you faggot!" I replied, watching him run down the alley and disappearing in the darkness. A woman's shriek came from the next street. I closed the door, smiling. The machine had worked and I told Chlorine all about it. We now work it in secret so we do not attract any more attention. It was all going very well until my colleague died due to a mistake he made concerning high amounts of nitro-glycerine. I haven't operated the machine since. Once we get out of this cave, it'd be an honour to have you all pay me a visit in the lab. Free of charge, of course. Not that you all need it, it's just a friendly gesture. Thus ended the Alchemist's story and thus ended our third day.