Warning: This story is unsuitable for minors and contains
explicit descriptions of sexual activity considered taboo (and
illegal) in most (if not all) jurisdictions. If such activity
offends you, please DO NOT read any further. I do not condone any
illegal activity and stress that this work is fiction, fantasy,
and in no way meant to reflect reality. Sexual abuse of minors is
a very serious issue and I encourage anyone tempted to engage in
such behavior to seek help immediately.

Title: PLAYMASTER (Chapter 1) 
Story Codes: SciFi, Implied Sex
Date of Latest Update to This Story: 5/30/14

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John LeBouche couldn't help but smile as he drove his shiny black
2028 BMW convertible down the snaking San Francisco streets. The
morning was warm, the birds sang enthusiastically in the trees,
and the ballots had been counted with the results announced only
minutes before: Lorenzo Dario was the new President!

Not the President of the United States, mind you! John laughed
silently to himself at the thought of that! No, the United States
was being run by some Conservative gasbag from Florida. Lorenzo
Dario, John thought with a great deal of pride, was the President
of the ten-year-old Republic of California!

Fond memories of the founding of the Republic of California
filtered through John's mind. How, twelve years ago, as the
United States elected a Conservative Congress and President in
the 2016 election, Liberals, disgusted with the result, flooded
into California from all over the country. How, by mid 2017, the
entire state was 95% Democrat, with the vast majority of those
being far-left Progressives. He thought fondly of the secession
initiative in 2018, which gained overwhelming support from those
inside the state as well as those without. The Liberals wanted to
escape the Conservatives in the rest of the country. The
Conservatives, fed up with the Liberals, said "to hell with
them!" and allowed them secede. Toward the end of that year, the
Republic of California was founded.

And then John grinned again, thinking of how perverts from all
across the world surreptitiously moved to the new country with
one great hope: build a society where they would be free to have
sex with children. Of course, it was quickly realized that such a
radical social shift would take time and would be accomplished
through many small and seemingly innocuous acts. The message also
needed to be changed from the selfish "I want to have sex with
kids" to the selfless "children are sexual beings too" if it was
going to gain any sort of foothold in the mind of the non-child
loving public.

The many new perverts (and the established Californian perverts,
like John) quickly infiltrated the young political class, the
media, and academia; enlisting "doctors," "psychologists," and
"experts" to preach that children needed sex if they wanted to be
happy and healthy. Progressivism, it turned out, was filled with
many people amiable to these radical ideas. Thus, the
Californians bought into it fully!

They bought into the idea that everyone was bisexual and those
with strong heterosexual tendencies needed to be encouraged to
experiment with members of their own gender (but not vice-versa,
as homosexuals were a protected class). They bought into the idea
that sex-education needed to start young. They bought into the
idea that there was no such thing as "obscenity" and judgmental
laws should be repealed. Moreover, they accepted, with little
resistance, the idea that the state knew what was right and they
should trust the state's good intentions.

Soon thereafter, every mall in the fledgling country had a
"Sexuality Zone;" where parents and guardians could bring their
kids (ages 0-17) and trained staff would administer tests and
questionnaires and provide informative explanation to the
youngsters about the mysteries of sex. The hope, it was argued,
was that children would begin to engage in sex if they knew what
sex was.

Little changed.

Soon, the "experts" argued that simply providing information was
insufficient to meet the children's intellectual and sexual needs
and the law changed to allow pornography and live demonstrations
to be used as educational tools. The perverts expected a moral
backlash with this bold step - it was one thing to tell a group
of eight-year-olds what sex was; quite another to show them a
hardcore porno or have two adult volunteers fuck on a
demonstration table. To their surprise, there was little moral
outrage.

Some parents didn't take their kids to the SZ, though, so
follow-up legislation made it mandatory to bring one's kids, if
they were under eighteen, to register and provide information
about their sexual personhood. That way, it was argued, the state
could have accurate information about the sexuality of all its
young citizens. In order to facilitate accuracy, the kids were
given a mild truth serum and were recorded and broadcast on a
special state-owned television channel. After all, the "experts"
argued, children should become comfortable talking about their
sexual lives in front of strangers if they were going to break
free from constraining sexual taboos. The serum was just a...
push in the right direction.

Eventually, as the status quo settled, a roadblock was reached.
Children were now being informed all about sex but they were not
actually experiencing it. Even with the assistance of free
pornography and sexual demonstrations, youngsters simply weren't
interested. So the question became: since children obviously need
sex, should the community force it upon them?

Many unequivocally said yes.

Several proposed allowing staff members at Sexuality Zones to
actually engage in sex-play with their charges but that idea was
quickly dismissed. It was a step too far; too fast. California
wasn't ready to break that taboo quite yet. Then Lorenzo Dario, a
prominent psychologist at the time, proposed a radical idea. What
if children engaged in sex with a machine? It didn't break the
adult/child sex-taboo, but it drew the community one step closer
to the breakdown of that taboo.

Thus, in 2025, the PLAYMASTER was introduced. A machine designed
by Silicon Valley experts specifically to engage a minor in sex,
the PLAYMASTER, along with support staff, was unveiled in every
Sexuality Zone throughout California. Vastly flexible, with
dozens of capabilities, these machines were the brainchild of
Lorenzo Dario and were widely seen as the answer to this pressing
problem. And they were. Hundreds of thousands of children, ages
six to seventeen (the five and under crowd was deemed too
physically immature), were brought into Sexuality Zones to
experience the PLAYMASTER firsthand. And just like that, the eyes
of California's children were opened to the world of sex.

There were some implementation issues, of course. Many children
initially didn't like the PLAYMASTER and pleaded with their
parents not to make them ride it. Parents acquiesced. This caused
all sorts of headaches until legislation mandating that every
minor must take a ride on the PLAYMASTER once a month quickly
relieved parents of the dilemma. Parents found it easier to shrug
and say "it's the law" and thus make the state the bad guy.

Reports eventually came out that indicated that many children
only engaged in sexual activity during their monthly visit to the
Sexuality Zone. Thus, in order to make children more active, it
was mandated that each child serve fifteen hours of community
service a month at a local SZ. Under the watchful eye of the
staff, these kids would engage in sex-play with each other (for
minor-minor sex was totally legal) as well as assist the
PLAYMASTER when required.

Yes, it had been a great three years for John. He could watch
children at any SZ in the country from his computer and
television. He could look-up any child he wanted and review every
one of their sessions with ease. He could even go down to any SZ
of his choosing and sit in the observation deck while he watched
the children live.

Moreover, there was talk in the legislature about repealing the
statute criminalizing adult-child sexual interaction and many in
the state were already vocal supporters of such a measure.
Sometime soon, John knew, the work of the past decade would come
to fruition. Life was great!

Rolling down the car window to let the breeze in, John sighed
slightly; feeling a little guilty all of a sudden. While things
were great for him, they were not great for his sister or her
family. Six months earlier, his sister Rachael caught her husband
in bed with another woman. That little surprise was the initial
volley in a war that had been waged between his sister and his
brother-in-law for half a year. Cars were keyed. Pots were
thrown. Vicious things were said. Restraining orders were taken.
And, in the end, shots were fired.

Now, John was glad no one was hurt. His sister and her husband
were nice people and it was a shame their marriage had failed.
Especially because they had been married for seventeen years and
lived in Iowa, a conservative state where divorce was frowned
upon and "traditional values" were the bread and butter of every
community. But with a huge legal battle brewing, the Judge,
unwilling to let his sister's kids live with either her or her
husband, decided it was in the best interest of the boys to live
with their Uncle. In California.

Progressive Judge, John decided. And wise, too!

Pulling into the parking space at the mall and rolling up the
window, John took a minute to scan the rear-view mirror at the
two boys sitting in his back seat whom he'd just picked up from
the airport after a long red-eye flight.

At fourteen, Andy was a stunning example of the transition
between childhood and adulthood. Tall, the boy was relatively
thin and lanky as only a youth could be. With a curly mop of
blond hair, flawless tanned skin, and a beautiful smile, John had
been drawn to him immediately when he spotted the boy getting off
the plane. The kid looked like the quintessential California
surfer! It didn't hurt the look, of course, that his nephew was
wearing a tight t-shirt and shorts that seemed a size too small
while ending above the knee. John had licked his lips as he
stared at the boy's long coltish legs and his cute butt. Yes, his
oldest nephew was breathtaking.

Kevin was only nine, his elfin body still childlike, but John
already knew the boy would soon be a knockout. Indeed, John had
noticed several heads turn and lustily follow the youngster as
they left the airport. His hair the dark black of his father, the
boy's skin was milky white and freckled. When he enthusiastically
yelled "Hi Uncle John!" at the end of the stairs, John's leg
almost buckled. The boy's soprano voice was enough to melt ice.
Kevin had a devilish face, though, and John saw a definite hint
of a little troublemaker. Eddie Haskell, he thought to himself.
Like his older brother, the boy's clothing was tight and short,
revealing a firm flat torso and long hairless legs.

"Alright guys, lets go," said John to the two boys in the back
seat as he stepped out of his car. The San Francisco Mall was a
sprawling complex and John had already told the boys that they
needed to stop here before heading home. Though the boys were
tired from their red-eye flight, they took the little detour in
stride and even showed some excitement when their uncle promised
that he would pick up a few video games from one of the
retailers. "And remember, guys, this isn't like Iowa. Things are
different here."

Both boys shrugged. Over the last few years, they had heard that
California was "wild" and "liberal" but the specifics of those
monikers were never explained. In fact, most people in Iowa
refused to discuss what was going on in California and the boy's
parents had made sure never to discuss what they believed to be
the sordid state of affairs on the west coast.

John grinned from ear to ear as they walked into the south
entrance of the mall. The place was deserted, only a few security
guards milling about and a dozen elderly folks enjoying their
morning walk. The shops, John knew, would open in an hour. So too
would the Sexuality Zone.

Except...

Except that John had called earlier this week and told them that
his nephews, from Iowa (wink), were coming in this morning and
would need to get interviewed and meet the PLAYMASTER. The staff
fully understood and told John that they would open an hour
earlier just for him; realizing that the thoughtful uncle didn't
want his boys startled by how busy the SZ was during business
hours. John was grateful. He certainly didn't want Andy and Kevin
to know what the SZ was about until their chance to protest was
null.

This portion of the mall was a long wide corridor, with dozens of
major retailers on each side selling their wares to the many
hundreds of people passing through on any given day. What made
this part of the mall prime real estate, however, was the unique
location of the Sexuality Zone. Indeed, the SZ was situated in
the very center of the corridor and ran parallel to the shops on
either side; it tall glass walls giving any and all shoppers an
unobstructed view of what was going on inside. It was no wonder,
then, that rows and rows of benches faced the long building and
large closed-circuit flat screens, programed to detail everything
going on inside, decorated every available service for patron's
viewing pleasure. There were even yurt-like structures every few
meters where a person could go inside, load up the view they
wanted from within the SZ, and jerk-off.

Before John knew it, the three of them were standing at the
entrance to the Sexuality Zone, it's bright yellow furniture and
outrageous orange calligraphy making the place look like a fun
house. The door was wide open and John could see a woman, in her
early twenties, standing in front of the welcome station smiling
at them. Above the door was a highly stylized SZ; making everyone
aware of just what purpose this storefront served without
actually spelling it out.

"Um... Uncle John?" asked Andy, yawning and stretching slightly
while reading the sign above the door and trying to puzzle out
what SZ meant. "What is this place?" John turned to the older
boy, the teen's gravelly voice broken but not yet deep.

"It's a law in California that I have to bring you guys here
first thing. Everyone under the age of eighteen has to register
at one of these places so the country knows about you. It's no
big deal. Shouldn't take too long." John replied, shrugging. He
glanced at Kevin, looking to see what the boy's reaction was, and
laughed inwardly as the younger boy seemed to be casually looking
in every direction but the place they were about to enter.

"Oh. Ok," replied Andy, not sure what else to say. He didn't
really know his uncle but the man seemed friendly enough and he
was family after all.

"And then we can get some video games?" questioned Kevin, a
twinkle in his eye as he suddenly made eye contact with John and
seemed to dare the man to go back on his word.

"Yep. That's the plan," responded John, gently pushing his
nephews into the entrance.

The woman smiled more brightly and, looking at the boys, said
"Welcome! I'm Mindy, your receptionist. You must be Andy and
Kevin right? From Iowa?" The boys muttered in the affirmative and
glanced at John. "Your Uncle told us you were coming. We're glad
to have you!"

Kevin said nothing but Andy, feeling the need to say something,
muttered "Ugh... Thanks?"

Mindy beamed at the boys. Reaching under the counter, she
withdrew two clipboards with several pages of information
attached to each. Handing them to the two boys, she explained,
"Please fill these out for our records. When you are done, we'll
take you in the back."

The boys hesitantly reached out and took the clipboards, looking
at each other unsurely before looking at John. John flashed them
a disarming grin before ushering the two over to a small counter
and helping them fill out the questionnaire.

It was entirely standard. Personal information. Medical history.
A short questionnaire on diet and exercise. A bit about academic
accomplishment. A section devoted to possible professional
aspirations. A little here. A little there. All in all, John and
the boys made quick work of it and Mindy scooped up the proffered
clipboards a short time later.

"Alright, let me just imput this information here for you and
we'll call you back momentarily."

For the next few minutes, the steady tap tap tap of Mindy at the
keyboard filled the room while the boys sat on one of the benches
and chatted quietly between themselves about which video game
they wanted to buy. John stood, glancing around nonchalantly. He
could see through the open door and glass windows that the mall
was starting to fill up and he was eager to get started. He also
saw the familiar faces of men he knew already staking out their
spots for the show. He nodded to a few of them.

"Here you go guys," said Mindy a moment later, startling John.
She stood before his nephews with a small tray, balancing it on
her palm like an expert waitress. From his vantage point, John
could see four identical little cups, two brimming with pink
liquid and two empty. "I need each of you to drink this," she
said, handing the full cups to the boys.

Kevin shrugged and downed the liquid almost immediately, licking
his lips as the pleasant cherry flavor slipped down his
esophagus. Andy hesitated a moment and seemed about to ask a
question but, with Mindy's prompting, followed suit. Both boys
handed back the cups.

"What was that?" asked Kevin before his brother could.

"Some medicine to help you through the process of registering.
Now, I know boys your age like to be gross and normally you're
not allowed but today is slightly different." She handed each boy
an empty cup. "I want each of you to get a nice bit of spit in
your mouths and spit it into your cup. As much as you can."

"Why?" asked Andy almost immediately. Drinking the liquid had
caught him off guard and he'd followed the woman's instructions
before he could really think through the request. Now, however,
he wanted a bit more information.

"We are going to run your spit through our system, Andrew. Make
sure you have no illnesses we need to be aware of. Got to know if
people are sick, don't we?" Mindy gave him the sort of smile one
gives a child who asks stupid questions.

The boys looked at each other and then at John. John shrugged, as
if to say "I don't know." Sighing, Andy swished his tongue around
and spit out a small batch of saliva into the cup before handing
it back to Mindy. Kevin took another moment, looked around to
make sure everyone was watching, cleared his through, and, making
a big show of it, hacked a big wad of saliva into the cup. Andy
looked away and muttered "Gross" while Kevin, beaming, handed the
cup to a chuckling Mindy.

Mindy turned swiftly and crossed the room, handing the two
samples to a middle-aged man who had appeared from the back. From
the lab coat he was wearing, John had no doubt the man was one of
the lab techs who kept the Sexuality Zone up and running. The man
disappeared a moment later and, after typing for a few more
seconds on her computer, Mindy beckoned them over.

"All right," she said, smiling at the two boys. "Its time to get
started. Why don't you two head in the back. Andrew, your initial
examination room is room A2, which is the first door on the
right. Kevin, you'll be in A6, two doors down from your brother."

The boys looked confused for a moment before shrugging. Mindy
waved to the door and, after glancing at their uncle who nodded
enthusiastically, the boys disappeared into the back.

"And you, Mr. Lebouche? Would you like to follow me to the
Friends and Family Viewing Room? It's much more comfortable that
being outside and watching what happens to your nephews there."
She smiled at him warmly.

"Why yes, Mindy, I'd be delighted." As he followed the pretty
young woman through another door, John couldn't help but feel his
trousers tighten and his lecherous grin grow wide.