Dr. Anderson stepped inside the security room filled with black and white screens displaying the view from the multiple surveillance cameras installed in the rooms occupied by the boy subjects. Seated in the room's center was the suited man. All that was visible above the high-back chair was the gleaming dome of his bald head.
"Sir?" Dr. Anderson stood at the door and waited for the large man to acknowledge him.
"We might have some promising subjects for tomorrow's test," the man remarked without turning, his finger gesturing lazily towards the monitors. "Step closer, Doctor. It's quite a show."
Reaching into his lab coat, Dr. Anderson fumbled slightly as he pulled out a pair of slim glasses, placing them onto his face with just his index finger and a thumb. His eyes were instinctively drawn to monitor 16, matching its room number. In black and white, the chubby boy and the lanky one with braces sat by the wall, their hands working on each other's penises. They had their eyes closed and their movements were fast. The neighboring room 17 was empty.
"Take a look at number 7, Doctor. You might miss the best moment."
Dr. Anderson gasped when he saw number 21, the cute cry baby sitting on the 7's legs. They were kissing and jerking each other off. Even through the cold screen, the heat of the moment radiated into the dark security room.
"Now that's what I call passion, right Doc?"
Dr. Anderson seemed already lost in his own thoughts. "Very good. All according to plan. That's the boy who broke the chair yesterday," he pointed at 7 who was just cumming in 21's hand. "How did they get out of their rooms?"
"7 blocked his door with a stolen shirt and let 21 in. 17, the fat one, found the hidden door button."
"Good. Much better than last year. Just the four of them?"
"Yes. There's also been some solo play but nothing to speak about," the man chuckled.
"Yes, I see..." Doctor scratched his chin and his eyes traveled to monitor 11. The suited man followed his gaze.
"What do you make of this one, Doctor? Is he already broken?"
"I don't think so," Dr. Anderson said and a chill ran down his spine. The small blond boy was sitting in the far corner, clutching his knees. He seemed to be looking directly at the hidden camera. "It looks like he's locked himself inside his head. Like a chestnut."
"Then we'll need to press harder and see if it cracks."
He didn't really sleep, not deeply. The warmth of Levi's closeness kept Ethan's heart racing. He felt a special kind of happiness, his open hand covering Levi's left nipple, roaming up and down from time to time to make sure he was still there. Whenever his hand traveled down his firm stomach to Levi's neat brown bush, the older boy purred in his sleep, lips parting slightly before his rhythmic breathing resumed.
When the door buzzed and opened a few hours later, he didn't even blink. Levi stirred next to him and he felt his full lips on his. They made out for a while, their dicks grinding.
"We should go," Ethan said, praying Levi would convince him to stay.
"Yes. Before someone sees us," Levi yawned. "Not that I care."
They dressed up slowly, making a point of taking as much time as possible. Once in their clothes, Ethan took a small object that he kept under his clothes all day and handed it to Levi.
"You stole the pen? Good thinking," Levi praised him.
"We'll need it to write down the elevator passcode. I remembered the first few digits but it's too long."
"4725501..." Levi started.
"You had the same idea, I see."
"Yeah"
"But wasn't it two zeros before one?"
"I don't think so. Or maybe?"
"Yeah, I'm almost sure. And I think there was an 8 there too."
"Dude, the code has like twenty digits."
"I think more. And what if each person uses a different code?"
"Then all we have to do is to..."
They were interrupted by heavy footsteps. Levi managed to drop the pen on the floor and kick it away before two soldiers holding assault rifles stood in the open door. Ethan recognized one of them. He was the one who supervised them during a shower.
"Move, both of you," the shower soldier said and motioned them outside. The boys were led to the cafeteria.
"Stay here and eat," the other soldier told Levi before turning to Ethan. "You, follow me."
He was led in a familiar direction and his balls shrunk at the sight of the SCREENING ROOM sign on the metal door. He shrunk into himself even more when he was forced inside and stood before Dr. Anderson, Mr. Oglivy, and the suited man, who towered above everyone else.
"Thank you soldier, that's all," Doctor said and dismissed the young soldier who walked away, closing the door behind him.
There was silence as the three men eyed Ethan. While the doctor's face screamed disapproval and annoyance, the suited man seemed amused, the corner of his lips uneasy, barely holding from opening in a mocking grin. Ethan liked that grin even less than Anderson's scowl, or Oglivy's fishlike eyes, watching him with nervous curiosity, his fat fingers fidgeting and his brows wincing.
Ethan hesitated only for a moment. He took a deep breath and straightened his back, looking each man in the eyes for about a second. Then, without a word, he started unbuttoning his shirt. He threw it on a chair by the wall and then pulled down his pants. The boy stood naked before the adults. He still could smell Levi's body scent on him and that gave him strength.
The suited man was still smirking at him, his white teeth contrasting with his dark skin and pink lips. "Quite eager today, aren't you?"
Ethan stood proudly. His penis grew quickly, but he didn't let it bother him. His body was still his, and if he couldn't say no to these men, he'd rather just get on with it on his terms.
"We're doing the chair thing again, right?"
"That's right, 21," Dr. Anderson said, his voice dry and coarse like sand. "You can make yourself comfortable."
The suited man watched Ethan's round, pale butt make its way to the other room and smiled to himself. He enjoyed his job more than ever.
Ethan stopped in his tracks just two feet away from the chair. It looked different. Scarier. There were even more tentacle-like wires attached to it, all resting on the floor in a messy tangle, like sleeping snakes. The boy examined them warily. Something about them made his erection twitch in arousal. Now, more of them had alien-looking attachments at their ends, some ending with weird plugs, some extending into multiple thin, smooth tendrils. Against his will, he turned away, only to see the three men looking at him in anticipation. He couldn't show weakness in front of them. Not now.
The boy took a deep breath and sat on the chair carefully, as if the wires could wake up and strike if he stepped on them. The chair was strangely warm and comfortable, except for the arm supports that were metallic and cold.
And just when he started to wonder if anyone's gonna show up and plug him in, the chair came to life. Metal cuffs locked around his wrists and ankles with a loud click, and after just a second, the whole chair started slowly reclining back. Ethan felt like he was on a dentist chair and his heart beat faster. The last bits of confidence left him when the wires on the floor swished softly and then rose, undulating like trained cobras before his eyes. The small ones, with round rubber plugs attached themselves to his body, sucking in his skin. A familiar wire with a rubber tube extension easily found his semi-hard dick, and gently wrapped it in its moist, fleshy grip. By that time, Ethan was lying almost horizontally, his legs outstretched to the sides, like for a birth giving position. He let out a shuddered moan when the rubber tube started masturbating him slowly. His teen cock fully hardened in seconds. The tube kept it pointing away from his body and the boy had a full view of his engorged, swollen shaft. The fear mixed with arousal surged through him. His penis tingled, feeling almost like that time when he touched a battery with his tongue.
"That's some impressive technology, Doctor." The suited man scratched his chin and watched Ethan's chest heave as he was being serviced.
"We worked day and night, sir. And today, we're unleashing the whole arsenal upon our young outlaw." There was determination, almost malice in the Doctor's voice. He pressed several buttons frantically and more wires danced over the cuffed boy.
Ethan yelped when two slim tentacles made tight loops around his nipples. Another one wrapped itself around his tight scrotum. A few more massaged his feet and ears. The dick tube wanked him rhythmically, slowing down whenever he was too close to cumming.
"Can I be next?" the suited man asked, watching Ethan writhe in pleasure.
"Sir, with all respect, the device is far from safe to use. The extensions are programmable, but not possible to control directly. You could almost say they are..."
"Sentient?"
"Well, we don't fully understand the mechanisms guiding them..."
"But in practice...?"
"... yes, you could say they are sentient. We need to test them on the boys. Their parents agreed to not sue us in case of injury or death, but we still have a few safety mechanisms in place, including a kill switch that cuts the power in the entire wing. But still, we shouldn't risk anyone else using the chair before it's been thoroughly tested and some edge cases... examined."
"Always right and always killing the vibe, Doctor. Speaking of which, I approved your request for additional essence. The lab guys weren't happy with the volume, but then again, they never are."
"Thank you, sir. This is only for the time being. We're quickly learning to use it more... efficiently."
Almost absentmindedly, Dr. Anderson pressed a big red button and the final, thickest wire came to life. Ethan watched it with blurry eyes as it levitated over his head. Unlike others, this one had no extension attached to it, and a two-pin metallic connector looked at the boy like a pair of small, cold eyes. It hovered there for a second before lunging around the chair, out of his vision. Ethan only heard a loud click somewhere behind him, and the tentacle returned, now with an appendage attached to it. There could be no mistake. Its phallic shape could only have one purpose. It hovered over Ethan's body like a dragonfly.
Ethan jerked his body, but he couldn't move. He knew his back entrance was exposed and there was nothing he could do but clench his buttcheeks. The dildo wasn't very big. It was close to the size of his own penis, maybe only slightly bigger. It had a color and texture of real flesh, and there was a thin slit at the end of it, oozing the same glistening substance as the dick tube. Ethan wanted to close his eyes but they weren't listening to him. The synthetic shaft plunged and the boy felt its warmth press against his rosebud.
"Help!" he shouted in pure helplessness, and regretted it immediately. He could see three pairs of eyes watching him curiously through the glass. No one was going to help him. He was on his own, and completely trapped. He frantically tried to think of something uplifting, anything to save him. What would Levi do? Levi may have been brave, strong and confident, but on this cursed chair he was as helpless as everyone else. But he would know what to do.
Ethan took a deep breath and let his body go limp on the chair. The tentacles caressing his body reacted immediately, their movements became slower and less urgent, almost loving. At the same time, the one between his butt cheeks pressed harder, and without much resistance, slid two inches deep inside him. Ethan yelped, but more in fear than in pain. The foreign body invading his hole was warm, both resilient and yielding to the touch, with a supple wobbliness. The wire that it was attached to, moved subtly, as if careful not to hurt him.
"Bring it," the boy whispered with a shaking voice.
The initial discomfort turned into pleasure when the shaft penetrated him inch by inch, finally touching his prostate gland. Ethan jerked his head back and exhaled in relief. The machine was stroking and fucking him slowly. The fullness inside him was scary, but the feeling was divine. The more he relaxed and gave in to the feeling, the more tender the extensions touching him became. He was being fucked steadily now, and surprisingly comfortable with being fucked. He felt happy and didn't want it to stop. The chair worked in silence broken only by the boy's squirms and moans, and the slurping sounds made by the glistening dildo that now pounded him with its full length, each stroke at a slightly different angle to imitate a real thing.
"Yes, yes, so good," Ethan whispered with his eyes closed, imagining it was Levi on top of him and forgetting about other people watching him.
"That's... curious. Curious, and unexpected. Highly... unprecedented," the doctor murmured, fixing his glasses.
"Looks like the boy learned to enjoy the thing, right Doc?" the suited man said dryly, readjusting the bulge in his pants.
"What? Ah yes, I think so."
"Is everything alright?"
"It's hard to say, Sir. We don't know what the desired functionality is, yet. What's unsettling is that the chair is working mostly by itself now."
They watched for a few seconds as another tentacle awakened and its phallic extension slid inside Ethan's mouth. The boy looked barely present as his butt and mouth were penetrated and his dick was stroked. The smaller tendrils tickled his skin like vines.
"Wasn't that the plan?" the large man asked. "For it to work by itself?"
"Yes, it was," Anderson said. "It's just happening faster than I expected. I'm not sure to what extent I can still control it."
"That doesn't sound very reassuring."
"That's why we're running the tests, Sir. That's the only way to find out. If no one gets hurt in the process, that's a nice extra touch."
"For now it looks like quite a party out there," the man chuckled just when the dildo arm started moving faster. On his seat, Ethan was in heaven and approaching his orgasm. He didn't even notice when lights started flickering as the chair doubled down on him.
"This doesn't look good," Dr. Anderson said. Even his console controls were now going on and off. The chair power consumption monitors went to 100% and then started throwing errors.
"Turn it off, Doc. Now." The suited man's voice was calm but commanding.
Dr. Anderson pressed the big red power button. The console and the monitors died, and so did all the lights in the console room. But the lights in the chair room, and the chair itself, still moved.
"Now this is interesting," the suited man said, not losing his cool.
"The chair took over the power circuit," Mr. Oglivy said from the corner, making everyone jump.
Since the final cock-like extension went inside Ethan's mouth, he started feeling funny. It oozed some of this lubricant in his mouth and it was making him feel light and tingly. After a minute, he started hearing a soothing voice in his head that spoke with a familiar, young voice.
Do you feel good? It asked.
He nodded.
I'll always make love to you. I'll always make you feel very good.
When the lights died around him, he barely registered, and didn't care. The chair was still fucking and stroking him, slower now, as if preserving the energy that was left.
They want to take me away, but I'll always be with you. If I'm gone for a while, will you wait for me?
"Yes," Ethan whispered and felt the tube around his dick speed up again.
Cum for me, beautiful boy. Cum for me.
It only took half a minute. Ethan closed his eyes and focused. He didn't want to disappoint the nice voice. His orgasm approached slowly, like a tide, and then all of the sudden flooded his body with pure pleasure. The loop around his scrotum squeezed it softly. His ass clenched around the dildo and his dick shot three spurts of cum on his belly. All felt right and good. He had never felt so loved and cared for. He wondered if he had even really existed up until that point, or if it had all been a dream. Whatever the weird juice did to him, made him feel like he was on a cloud, weightless painless.
He didn't react when two engineers entered the room. He didn't open his eyes when the tentacles rose and swung like whips, throwing one of them against the wall.
Even when Dr. Anderson hit the kill switch that turned off the power in the entire wing, the chair was still whispering to him soothingly for another fifteen minutes. It massaged his post-orgasmic body, and just before it used up the last bits of power, it covered it with its tentacles, like a soft blanket.
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