Date: Wed, 8 Aug 2007 14:58:13 -0700 (PDT) From: doned88 Subject: TOTALLY DONE Scrub stood naked in the center of his bedroom. He had arranged the full length mirrors so he could see all angles. Front, side, back and ther other side. He stretched his legs, lowerback, crackes his neck, crouched to his knees and bent backwards. Scrub saw his muscle grops bulge stretch and relax. It turned him on to say the least. It was much better then watching himself in the mirrors at the Bodyshop. But he went there daily, he had to of course. Here he could even see his back and shoulder muscles thatnks to the mirrors. He lifted on leg as high as he could and nearly lost his balance. His other leg wouldn't lift as far. "Hm will have to work on that stretching tomorrow" he said. He was ready. It was nearly midnight his sleeptime. But a nice length 30 minutes would still alow him to meet that deadline. And this would help him relax he knew so nearly as soon as he lay on his platform, his naked body would begint he process and he would reach REM in the appointed time. The list of what he had to do the next day flashed through his mind like a computer list. He tried to shake it off. His hand traced down his back, buttocks, legs and up the font of his legs, over his belly, and chest. His fingers teased each already erect nipple and that made him gasp in deep breaths. Scrub's nipples were well known as the trigger to turning him into a pig. In fact he was often invited to Groupings on the weekend for that reason. It didn't take him long to strip down and become the target of fingers to turn him into the physical relief role he loved. His fingers moved back down his torso, smoothed by the razor weekly and to his pubic region. "It makes my didk look bigger" he said when a friend commented on his smooth shaven crotch. "Here feel it" His friend had felt the smooth skin and cupped his equally smooth testicles fumbling them like a bag of toy balls until he expended his bodily fluids. Scrub closed his eyes as he felt his gut churn to the memory of the buddy's touch that day. "No" he said out loud and pulled his hands away. He crouched and found the timmer, iaction, ntensity and start controls. He set each one and stood erect. He room lights dimmed around him except for those that aimed at his body. That way Scrub could see his reflection. The electronic music filled the room. It was timed to guide him and then react to his body heat. Scrub's cock already hardened by his earlier touch made the music active. It grew harder and the music grew more intense. He couldn't see the beam but it was there. He felt it's warmth on his skin. Inside his blood pumped and heated his organs. It had begun and he relished each stage. Of course like all men he wanted the orgasm to curn and knot his guts releasing every ounce of fluid stored up inside him. He wanted to be breathless and exhausted. But there would be steps before that time. And asthe floor began to make his barefeet tingle, he knew each step would give him another sensation he didn't expect. He had turned the setting to random which meant, there would be stimulations he had had before and some that were new. But he wouldn't know where each one would occur, how or when..or even how intense they would be. The computer kept track and wouldn't repeat any history recorded when "random" was selected. His leg muscles began to tremble as if they were being stretched beyond his strength. Scrub almost collapsed but just as he felt his legs begin to weaken, the sensation was gone. The slight vibration began which seemed to spread thorughout his body, muscles, tendons, bones all became in tune with each other then alternated so no two muscle groups vibrated the same. He began to breath deeper as the vibrating felt like huge fingers massaging, pulling and kneading his body. He felt the padded arms move under his armpits to give him support at times, then lift him slightly and put him back on the floor in it's own cycle and speed. Another set of arms moved between his feet spreading his legs when he was lifted and warm air would flow on his testicles and hard cock. He had to originally force himself to relax and let the system take him, now he had achived the goal of giving up control. His body had become part of the system and Scrub could only experience, feel and react. Lifted, his legs were spread wide and the probe adjusted itself to enter him. He was so aroused that his anal orafice was open and easily swallowed the smooth probe. He wanted to feel his own nipples to make his body jump ahead in the cycle. And as if reading his mind the extensions from his armpit lifts reached each nipple sucking each tip to the point of pain then relaxing them. A cradle moved to his head and held it in place. His neck muscles didn't have to work now and could react to the massaging vibration that alternated thorugh his entire muscule structure. The probe had selfsized to meet his needs measuring recistance and desire at the same time. He felt it move like a snake deeper into him, expanding to rub against his intestine walls and prostate then slide little movements to keep hsi sphitnter active and stimulated. He was gasping now. Even if he wanted to adjust the timing to end the session, Scrub couldn't. He was held by the system and unable to reach the controls. He had given up any further choices. By concentrating he could advance the process but instead he sighed and let his body continue to interact. He saw his smooth slim body in the mirros being held off the floor, his legs spread apart slowly then let close and open again. In the reflection of another mirror the image of his round buttocks was clear and the probe arm was betwen them. He could see the back and waited until the arms pulled his legs far apart enough for him to see the probe actually piercing his butthole. He could watch the whole process later since the system recorded all sessions for review by anyone who he allowed, plus the sexboard of course. They had access to eveyrone's sessions even when there were two or more involved. Some had qualified for the larger systems. He hadn't been in groupings long enough to earn enough credits for that yet. But in a few months he would be given the choice. But he preferred the grouping parties, they were even more unpredictable and only the sexboard controlled those sessions. The probe began to pump faster. This didn't mean it would soon end. Often the system would stimulate one just to the point then send a chilling sound through his body to calm him down before it began the whole process again. But usually thos sessions were one hour settings. He didn't know how far he was into his 30 minutes session. It was better not to know so the predictability wasn't possible. The probe expanded and his sphinter began to hurt. He concentrated to relax so the probe would work his sphinter without resistance. It hurt or rather stung but he let it work him. There would be real flesh of various thicknesses that would take it's place during groupings, so he knew his butt needed the stretching. The tube had sucked his cock into place. Scrub hardly noticed it until the air withdrew and expanded his cock. It didn't need enlarging, he knew and smiled about that fact, but it was tye systems way of milking him. And then soon, almost too soon, his body was on fire, he began to tremble on his own, the system had total control vibrating, pumping and sucking him until sweat had befun to flow from his armpits, his crotch, his nearly shaven head of hair. It glowed on his heaving chest and stomach. The sight of himself in the mirrors glowing with his own persperation, muscles flexing and lungs heaving, added to the oncoming eruption. Scrub knew he had to relax, not fight it or the orgasm would be painful instead of a good mixture of pain and pleasure. It came like fire flowing through his veins, and any other tubs that were inside him. It arched across the room each time it shot. The sight of the white spearm reflected the black light that glowed to enhance the sight. His body collapsed held up by the armpit supports as the probe slid out of him and his leg spreaders let his hips relax. He was still not in control. The system measured his pulse and breathing pattern, deciding when to lower him to the floor and when he was ready to stand on his own. He couched to the floor sitting on the plastic platformas he regained his breath. The bed awaited him. Scrub moved to it as the lights dimmed and finally turned off. As he stretched his naked drained body on the bed, Scrub thanked whatever spirit existed for technology. "I don't knwo what people did before it" he said to nobody in particular before he sighed and began his journey to the recouperating sleep he had earned. And the system heard him.