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explicit descriptions of sexual activity considered taboo (and
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Title: The Orgasm Project 
Story Codes: SciFi, Alien, Machine (with m, b), Mm, Mb, Bondage, multiple orgasms 
Date of Latest Update to This Story: 12/20/16

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The Orgasm Project

  Dr. Volup Tatem, a senior researcher at O'Souter
Pharmaceuticals, had gotten into the office nearly two hours ago
and felt like a prisoner sitting behind his desk. Normally, after
checking his email and scanning his calendar, Dr. Tatem liked to
proceed to the lab to examine the experiments. Today, however, he
had to finish up preparing for the visitors that were due in an
hour. Very important visitors. Thus, while he would very much
like to be in the lab, he found himself chained (metaphorically,
of course) to the reports he was busy reading and the notes he
was hastily imputing into his personal tablet. He needed to be
prepared so everything would go perfectly!

  Before Dr. Tatem knew it, his secretary knocked on his door and
ushered in three individuals wearing very expensive business
suits. Dr. Tatem took a moment to look up and, realizing it was
his guests, he sprung out of his chair and eagerly crossed the
room, welcoming the visitors and shaking their hands
enthusiastically. "Gentlemen! Thank you for coming! I have to
tell you, the results are simply astounding and you are going to
be very pleased! Welcome to the OP!"

  "The OP?" asked the oldest man. Dr. Tatem gave the man a huge
grin. He was a short fellow, probably in his late sixties or
early seventies and his white hair, coupled with his large thick
glasses, made him look grandfatherly. This was Mr. Ronald
O'Souter, founder of O'Souter Pharmaceuticals and the man that
Dr. Tatem desperately needed to impress.

  "Orgasm Project" replied the man standing next to him before
Dr. Tatem could answer. "Father, didn't you read the report the
good doctor sent us? OP is what they've been calling it down
here." Turning, Dr. Tatem gave a man a nod. This man, in his
early forties, was the heir apparent for O'Souter
Pharmaceuticals, Carson O'Souter. Tall and regal looking with
dark black hair and a hard face, Dr. Tatem knew that if he didn't
win this man over, any progress made with his father would be
pointless. However, if Dr. Tatem could impress father and son, he
would change the history of this pathetic planet and these
damnable humans.

  "Doctor, let me introduce my son, Jamie.  Jamie, shake the
doctor's hand."

  Dr. Tatem smiled at boy standing next to the two men, his curly
blond hair falling almost over his eyes as he tried, and failed,
to look impressive. Sure, the kid was wearing an expensive suit
like his father and grandfather but his mousy build and frail
demeanor was nothing like the confidence his elders displayed. If
this runt had actually been born to the grandson of the Great
Captain (may he be forever revered), then the hope for the future
was pretty dim. Still, the boy was an O'Souter and Dr. Tatem
would play along, despite the fact that he was now shaking the
relatively limp wrist of a cute, but meek, twelve-year-old.

  "I hope you don't mind that we brought Jamie with us?" Carson
asked shortly, daring the doctor to object.

  "Oh, of course not! Of course not!" Please, come in and have a
seat," Dr. Tatem said, ushering the two men and the pre-teen boy
further into his office. After they all made themselves
comfortable, Dr. Tatem sitting at his desk while the O'Souters
sat in the guest chairs (luckily he had three in front of his
desk!), Dr. Tatem cleared his throat and glanced at the boy.

  "Don't worry, doctor. I know the project is sensitive but you
can say anything in front of the boy," Ronald O'Souter said
intuitively as he leaned his cane up against the woodwork of the
chair. "His father and I haven't told him what you do here so you
will probably need to start from the beginning. One of the best
ways to measure a man of science is to see how easily he breaks
complex problems down to simple concepts."

  "Consider this," Carson Souter added, "a test. This is an
interview to see if we will continue to support your research.
You're on the spot doctor. Many of your fellow researchers have
failed miserably and we are becoming impatient. Convince us to
believe in the Orgasm Project." He gave Dr. Tatem a look that
said "don't fuck this up" and, suddenly nervous, Dr. Tatem
swallowed. "Pay attention, Jamie," the man said, suddenly turning
to look at the boy whose eyes had been wondering around the room.
With his father's order, the boy's gaze immediately snapped
forward and, seeing the men all staring at him, fell down to the
floor almost as quickly.

  "Um... Yes, father." The boy said meekly, his soft high-pitched
voice sounding almost girlish.

  Well, this is an interesting turn of events, thought Dr. Tatem.
Could he really discuss the OP with this kid? I mean, the kid
looked like puberty was way off! Would the kid even get it?
Mulling it over, Dr. Tatem would much rather fuck the kid than
have to explain the project to him but whatever. If interacting
with the brat would convince the O'Souters that the OP was the
way to go, he'd do it. Besides, this boy could one day be the
leader of the Lost Ones and it wouldn't due to make an enemy of
the kid. Taking a deep breath, Dr. Tatem ordered his thoughts and
then proceeded.

  "Jamie, when our ship crashed on this planet, your
great-grandfather the Great Captain, may he forever be revered,
made an important decision. We only had a small sample of
nano-probes left and, instead of using those to repair our
communications system to call home, which of course would have
left us at the mercy of these humans while we waited for rescue,
he decided to inject every member of the crew with reprogrammed
nano-probes so as to physically alter our physiology and allow us
to blend into the native population. Thus, since crashing, we
have been able to live among the humans without getting harassed.

  Several decades ago, your grandfather," Dr. Tatum nodded to
Ronald O'Souter, "created this company in order to research and
develop sophisticated chemical compounds which he believed,
rightly so, would be necessary if we were to survive. You know
that your family's company makes all sorts of drugs, many of
which benefit the humans, right?" The boy nodded, avoiding eye
contact. "Well, it has taken some time for human technology to
progress to the point where we could actually use it to create
the kinds of compounds we want. However, some of my colleagues
and I are now very close to creating a drug that will radically
change this world." Dr. Tatem paused for a moment, expecting the
boy to inquire as to the nature of the change. The boy remained
silent. Stupid child. "Basically, we are creating a drug that
will reprogram a human's mind and force the person to do whatever
we want. It would be a drug that lets us control the humans!"

  Jamie remained silent. "Boy, can you think of reasons why such
a drug would be useful? Why your father and I have spent the last
twenty years trying to perfect it?" His grandfather asked. The
kid shrugged and the older man sighed. "Well, if such a drug
worked, we could reprogram the humans to do whatever we desire.
Direct their technology in a certain direction. End their petty
conflicts so we would have peace. We could use that drug to
influence politicians; not through money, but through direct
control. We could control the titans of industry and medicine and
the media. We could be the rulers of the planet. When our people
arrive, they will find this place already colonized and ready for
settlement!"

  Dr. Tatem nodded along. The possibilities for such a drug were
immense and he hoped that if his project could make that drug a
reality, he could live the rest of his life in incredible comfort
and would be hailed a hero for generations to come. "That's
right, Jamie. Like your grandfather said, this drug would let us
rule as overlords. And that is where I come in. You see, I was
one of the lead researchers on the drug and I was the one who
discovered a major problem with the drug. Basically, it is very
difficult to program a person to do what you want if they already
have programming in place. We discovered, unfortunately, that we
needed to wipe a human's brain before the drug could take effect.
So, several of my colleagues and I volunteered two years ago to
tackle this problem and I've been down here ever since. My quest
is to wipe people's mind! That is why I created the Orgasm
Project."

  The boy didn't respond, much to Dr. Tatem's frustration. Taking
a deep breath, he plowed forward. "I hypothesized that the
easiest way to wipe a human's mind was through a series of very
specific drug combinations injected during orgasm. Do you... do
you know what an orgasm is Jamie?"

  The boy blushed. "Yes sir." He said.

  "Well," Dr. Tatem continued, "so far, my research is going
exceptionally well. One bump, of course, is that my early methods
showed that this particular path would not work on women at all
so I have had to modify my research and direct it towards men.
One of my colleagues is focusing on that aspect of the project
and, from what I hear, is doing very well. Another issue I ran
into early on was that trying to wipe a full-grown adult male's
brain was too complex a task. Thus, I have had to focus my
research on pre-pubescent and adolescent males. That said, we are
just now experiencing a few breakthroughs and I am confident in
where the research is taking me. I estimate we will be able to
wipe a full-grown man's brain within a year, possible two. In
another five, we will be able to isolate the correct chemical and
neural responses so as to wipe the human mind remotely, without
use of an orgasm. Until then, though..."

  "Explain a bit about the current process" Carson O'Souter said
authoritatively. "I want Jamie to understand."

  "Well," continued Dr. Tatem, "there are two distinct types of
orgasm. The first is the result of direct penile stimulation.
This method proved to be useless as the human male has what is
called a refractory period - meaning they can only orgasm so much
within a certain period of time. Continued stimulation is
incredibly painful and was unsuited to the task necessary.
Despite my best efforts, I could not find a way around this
barrier. The second kind of orgasm is an orgasm that occurs due
to prostate stimulation. Do you know what a prostate is, Jamie?"

  The boy didn't raise his eyes but shook his head in the
negative. He thought he had heard the word before but he couldn't
be sure.

  "The prostate is a small muscle located in the rectum that
controls the ejaculatory process. It is very sensitive and can be
stimulated through external and internal means. With a
prostate-induced orgasm, there is no refractory period and there
is no ejaculation. Still, it is an orgasm that is incredibly
powerful and was perfectly suited to what I needed. Thus, in the
lab, we built a complex system that would induce prostate orgasms
in our... test subjects... and allow us to manipulate their
brains with our potent chemical injections. In fact, the whole
process relies on the fact that the subjects are having
continuous orgasms so as to allow our chemicals to wipe their
minds."

  Carson O'Souter took over at this point. "Son, to survive as a
species, we must accomplish this task. As human technology
continues to grow by leaps and bounds, the chance that we will be
discovered increases exponentially. As you know, we may look
human on the outside, but we have several key differences on the
inside! To ensure nothing goes wrong, this project is kept off
the record and strictly need to know. You are now part of that
group and we are trusting you with this information."

  Jamie thought about what his father said. Without looking up
and while continuing to stare at the ground, he said cautiously,
"I won't say anything, Father. I promise. Where do the test
subjects come from? Are they volunteers?"

  "No, son, they are not. They came from orphanages or were
homeless street kids when we had them kidnapped by a special
group that does that sort of thing. We made sure to target boys
that wouldn't be missed so no one would ask questions. We also
got them from all over the world to add genetic variety."

  Dr. Tatem smiled. Yes, most were orphans and street kids.
However, he was the one who had been put in charge of working
with the agency that had "acquired" the boys and he had added two
extra names to the list - two brothers whose father had been a
rival of Dr. Tatem's back in medical school. Dr. Tatem had taken
a great deal of pleasure hearing about how the boys, ages
fourteen and nine, were snatched from their snug beds in the
middle of the night and in watching his old schoolmate plead on
camera for the kidnapper to give his children back!

  "Oh" was all Jamie said, looking slightly troubled. "But... if
you wipe their mind, does that mean you kill... you kill them?
Take away who the are?"

  Dr. Tatem's eyes rose for a moment before he pondered the
question. "No, Jamie, we don't kill them. We want the humans to
be as normal as possible after we gain control of them, so saying
that we `wipe their minds' is a bit of a misnomer. What we do is
copy their brain patterns first and then wipe the mind.
Afterward, the goal is to reprogram the mind with drugs so it
responds to our commands. Once done, we will re-install the
human's neuro-pathways so that they are back to normal. For the
humans, the process is like entering a long sleep but waking up
eventually. Rest assured, we aren't permanently harming any of
the humans or destroying the person they are."

  "Said another way, doctor," Carson O'Souter said, "you are
saving the software that is the human, changing out the hardware,
then reloading the software. Same person, new hardware."

  Dr. Tatem nodded enthusiastically. It was an apt analogy. For a
moment, all was quiet. "Well, I for one would like to see the
lab," Ronald O'Souter said, breaking the silence.

  "Yes," responded Dr. Tatem. That is an excellent idea." Getting
up, he ushered the O'Souters out of his office and towards an
unmarked elevator several hallways over. The three men made
casual conversation along the way while Jamie walked behind them
and said nothing. Once in the elevator, Dr. Tatem punched in a
highly classified security code and they soon found themselves
stepping out into a short hallway deep underground; an unmarked
door just in front of them. A large sign next to it read "Orgasm
Project. No admittance without proper clearance."

  "Right this way," said Dr. Tatem excitedly, his cock starting
to chub up at the thought of what lay beyond the door. This was
one of his favorite moments of the day - the moment he got to
walk into the lab! Pushing the door open, he led his guests into
the corner of a vast well-lit room. "Here we are at the entrance
to the lab. You'll note that the lab is divided into seven rows,
with stalls containing test subjects on either side of those
rows. The rows are lettered A through G, with the test subjects
themselves labeled with a number. Thus, in the first row, you
have subject A1, A2, A3, etc. Second row is B1, B2, B3, and so on
and so forth. Besides each subject are their personal information
such as date of acquisition, age, and other pertinent scientific
information. Each row contains fourteen stations and we are
almost at capacity. We have ninety-two subjects in the lab at the
moment. For security reasons, each row is self-contained and
requires a passcode to enter. Please, follow me."

  Dr. Tatem escorted his group to a glass doorway labeled "A",
unlocked it, and eagerly entered. The others followed. Dr. Tatem
was pleased when he heard the three of them gasp in surprise just
after entering the short hallway. Along the path, seven on one
side and seven on the other, were boys. "Here is group A. They
have been in his room for the past fourteen months. All fourteen
subjects have had their brain patterns stored, their minds
completely wiped, and are now awaiting the administration of the
mind altering drug - due to occur six weeks from now based on
what my colleagues have told me." The four approached the first
subject.

  The boy, whose placard indicated that he was a fifteen-year-old
from Tacna, Peru, was suspended several feet off the ground by
what appeared to be some sort of high-quality polymer fibers. He
looked like a trapeze artist floating gracefully. Tilted
backwards at a slight angle, his head was supported by the fibers
while his arms, outstretched to either side, were wrapped in the
dark material. His legs were wide open and thrust forward,
wrapped in the polymer and looking very much like the stirrups a
woman might use while giving birth. His slim brown torso breathed
slowly in and out while his body quivered as if it were
experiencing a small seizure.

  All four pairs of eyes took this in quickly but were drawn to
the boy's pelvis. There, obscenely, was his erect cock, shining
in the light and covered with the slick pre-cum that continued to
ooze out of his throbbing member. But that wasn't the most
shocking sight! Below, only inches away from the astonished
crowd, was a thick black phallus imbedded deep within his asshole
and vibrating vigorously. That phallus was attached to a large
machine about a foot below the boy that had all kinds of buttons
and readouts and screens.

  "This is subject A1. As you can see, he is suspended here by
this material," explained Dr. Tatem, grasping the thing dark
material and running his hand up and down it for emphasis, "which
was developed specifically to hold these subject up comfortably
and safely. The machine," he said, indicating the technology just
under the boy, "is what we affectionately call `the milkman.' All
of the specifics are in my reports but, simply put, this machine
uses this probe to stimulate the subject's prostate." Pointing
directly to the phallus, the doctor grinned. "This probe is
simply amazing. It contains thousands of sensors that record the
subject's vital statistics simply from its contact with the
subjects rectal walls. It is highly flexible, inflatable,
deflatable, self-lubricating, and made of a rubber-like material
that feels like human flesh but is so much stronger.  The very
tip of this probe, which can rotate 180 degrees, is controlled by
a computer program that can make it do just about anything. While
the probe is in Milking Position, which it is currently, the tip
is busy stroking and teasing the prostate and inducing
anal-orgasms."

  "Are there other positions?" asked Ronald O'Souter, a small
bulge forming in his suit pants.

  "Only one other," responded Dr. Tatem. "We call it `Thrusting
Position.' The anus is an interesting organ and the probe, for
all it's ability, cannot stay in the same place within the anus
for more than an hour without the anal walls starting to weaken.
Thus, once every forty minutes, the probe withdraws completely,
waits sixty second, then proceeds to, if you'll pardon my
language, fuck the subject for two minutes, concluding with sixty
seconds outside the body before sliding in again to Milking
Position. While it may seem counter-intuitive, this actually
helps keep the anus and rectum healthy. Moreover, the probe,
while in `Thrusting Position,' seeps out a clear white substance
known as HBS, or Human Biological Supplement, which is a very
powerful and very potent nutritional cocktail that is absorbed
deep in the subject's colon and provides all the nutrition they
require. Once hooked up to `the milkman,' these humans will never
need to be fed in the traditional manner."

  Dr. Tatem tapped a couple of commands on the unit and smiled.
"Here, A9 is about to experience `Thrusting Position.' If you
will follow me?" As the four walked down the isle, the visitors
glanced curiously into each stall. Subject A2 was a Caucasian
ten-year-old from Olympia, Washington. Subject A3 was an African
thirteen-year-old from Nigeria. They saw a nine-year-old Arab boy
from Jordan and a seven-year-old from Kyoto, Japan. All hung in
the same position, a probe buried deep in their rectums while
their penises vibrated in time with the continuous anal orgasms.

  Dr. Tatem held up his hand in front of a pale red-head whose
body was covered in freckles. "This is A9, a twelve-year-old from
southern Ireland. Watch as..." A sharp beep emanated from the
machine below A9, interrupting Dr. Tatem. The man didn't mind
and, instead, turned to watch. Slowly, the probe, which had been
in it's stationary Milking Position, began to retract backwards,
four inches popping free of the subject a moment later. His
rectum stayed open slightly, giving the four a chance to lewdly
stare at the boy's gaping asshole. "Since the prostate is not to
far within the anal cavity, there is only a few inches within the
subject's body during Milking Position. However, to ensure
structural integrity, the probe goes much deeper during
`Thrusting Position.'" With that, they waited nearly a minute
until the machine beeped again and the probe began to move
forward.

  The four watched in fascination as the probe, now about twice
as thick as before and gleaming with milky-white HBS, slid home.
One inch. Then two. Then three. Then five. Then eight inches slid
into the twelve-year-old, accompanied by a long squelching sound.
Then, the probe suddenly began to retract much faster than it had
entered. By the time it withdrew completely, it's speed was
obviously picking up. In it slid, all eight inches buried. Out
his came, leaving the gaping asshole empty for a mere moment. In,
out, in, out. Faster and faster it started to pump. Within thirty
seconds, the probe was pistoning in and out of the boy as A9
began to shake violently. As the crowd watched, they saw the
creamy-white HBS whipped into a lather as more and more of it was
shoved deep in the child's rectum.

  "A9 is still experiencing anal-orgasms. However, because the
probe is both sawing at the prostate and stimulating the nerves
within the rectum, that anal orgasm is a bit more intense."

  "Why not use this position as the standard then? If the point
is to induce anal orgasms and these are more powerful?" asked
Carson O'Souter, transfixed.

  Dr. Tatem smiled. "Because, the anal cavity cannot take this,
if you'll pardon my choice of words, `pounding' indefinitely.
Indeed, after five minutes or so of this kind of fucking, damage
could start to occur. We can't have that now, can we?" Glancing
at his three companions, Dr. Tatem could tell that each was
supporting an erection in his suit pants; including young Jamie.
Smiling to himself, Dr. Tatem decided to give them a bit of a
show.

  "Now, I know I had originally said that continuous
penile-orgasms were bad. That's completely true. However, every
boy is entitled to get his rocks off now and again, isn't he?
Jamie, how about you stroke poor A9's member for him as he can't
do it himself. Give the kid a thrill - it's not often that these
subjects get to enjoy what boys their age spend their days
looking forward to. (Of course, that was a bit of a lie. Dr.
Tatem regularly got these boys off.)

  Jamie looked at the doctor and immediately looked down at the
floor, blushing. He didn't move any closer to A9. "No?" Doctor
Tatem asked, unsurprised. "Very well."

  Reaching out, Dr. Tatem grasped A9's pre-cum covered boyhood, a
stiff three and a half inches just below a light smattering of
red pubes, and began to masturbate the boy furiously. "If I
remember correctly, this subject began producing pre-ejaculate
only a few weeks ago. This could very well be his first wet
orgasm. (Another lie, as Dr. Tatem had jerked and sucked-off this
boy dozens of times since he first began to ooze pre-cum nearly a
month ago)

  Rapidly, his hand flew up and down the swollen flesh, the
"squelch squelch squelch" of his hand harmonizing with the "slick
slick slick" of the anal fucking. The nerves in A9's brain fired
rapidly and, though there was no consciousness left, his body
began to react physiologically - thrusting into the doctor's
perverted hand and shaking as orgasm drew closer. Suddenly,
blasts of watery cum shot forth from the boy's body as he seized
in orgasm, the probe all of a sudden slowing down before
retreating while the doctor released the hot and quaking member.
Dr. Tatem, his hand covered in pre-teen splooge, simply walked
over to the sanitation station nearby and quickly washed his
hands. He didn't notice his companions discreetly re-arrange
themselves. "Well, should we continue on?" he said, turning and
giving the O'Souters a big smile.

  By the time the tour group reached the "D" row, all four had
raging hard-ons and spots of pre-cum had begun to form in front
of them. They had watched three more "Thrusting Positions," with
Dr. Tatem convincing both Ronald and Carson to masturbate the
subjects as they had their asses fucked vigorously. After
protesting that it was undignified, they had finally given in to
Dr. Tatem's assurances that this was all-normal and had, for the
first time in their lives, masturbated another male; Carson
wrapping his fist around a seventeen-year-old black stud's meaty
eight inches while, a short time later, Ronald used two fingers
to jerk the two-inch weenie of a seven year old boy from
Australia. Another boy had also experienced "Thrusting Position"
but, regardless of the adults invitations, Jamie had refused to
touch the boy.

  "How do you deal with this?" asked Carson O'Souter, indicating
his tented pants just after slipping inside row "D". The adult
O'Souters had given up trying to hide their arousal and now
walked, as the doctor had since entering the lab, fully
unconcerned. In fact, while leaving row "C", they had joked about
their arousal and had teased Jamie who was still trying to hide
his own erection. Getting aroused at humans! Hah!

  "Well," the doctor said, "being around this kind of activity is
naturally arousing. Though we are a different species, we are so
similar, it is expected. That these subjects are male, like us,
and that they are young is no matter." That wasn't quite true. In
fact, Dr. Tatem was somewhat surprised at the O'Souters - both
were bonded to females and had never expressed any interests in
humans to his knowledge. On the other hand, Dr. Tatem was a
raging pedophile (he like both human male children and children
of his own species - though he would never do anything to them
for fear of reprisal) so perhaps their species had just as much
sexual diversity as the humans. He continued, waving to the boys
on the wall, "There are ways to lessen the burden if you want..."
This moment was critical to the doctor and he watched the other
two men intently. If they showed signs of disgust, he would laugh
away the comment as a joke. If not, he would show them the next
step.

  Father and son looked at each other for a moment before Ronald,
the patriarch of the clan, smirked at the doctor. "I'd give
anything to get rid of this darn erection, doctor. What do you
have in mind?" Perfect, Doctor Tatem thought to himself. He had
them.

  "Well, the machines are actually retractable. They can move
four feet backwards so that the techs who assist me down here can
bath the subjects and check them for any wear and tear. Here, let
me show you." Stepping up to D5, a nine-year-old Canadian boy
with short brown hair and dimples, Doctor Tatem punched in a code
onto the machine. Almost immediately, the probe retracted and the
machine slid backwards, leaving the boy suspended in mid air and,
all of a sudden, looking as if he were on a sex swing. The child
continued to shake, though his anal orgasm was beginning to
subside. "Mr. O'Souter, if you would?" the doctor said,
indicating Carson. The man, suddenly unsure, moved forward. This
subject was younger than his own son. Though he didn't care a bit
about the child (after all, it was human), was this a step to
far?

  Suddenly, a bottle of lubricant was pushed into his hand as the
doctor smiled at him. "Don't worry, just go for it." Lust
overtook Carson O'Souter and, taking a deep breath, he stepped up
to D5, the nine-year-old's asshole so invitingly close to his
tented trousers. Unbuckling his pants , he gave a look around and
slid both his pants and his boxers down to his knees. Without a
second thought, he spread some lube on his throbbing six incher
and, grasping D5's hips, slid home. "Ohhhh Fuck!" he exclaimed,
his cock suddenly encased in hot warmth. It was wonderful!

  Within five minutes, the rhythmic "slap slap slap" of three
adult men echoed off the walls of row "D" as each man relieved
himself in the ass of a boy. For Carson, the act of fucking a
nine year old was enthralling and, thanks to the angle he had
with D5, he was able to really plow the kid's tight backdoor.
This was much better than his spouse! His eyes roamed the inert
body as his hands grazed the boy's pert nipples, his baby-soft
armpits, his tight little tummy, and his lush full lips. Slipping
a finger inside the boy's mouth, he explored the wet chamber and
reveled in the smooth texture of the boy's gums. Reaching down
with his other hand as his hips continued to thrust forward, he
grasped the boy's throbbing member and began to masturbate the
little dickie furiously. "Ya baby boy! Fuck! Here it comes! OHHH!
FUCCCKKK!!!," he cried, suddenly feeling the boy's anal passage
contracting wildly just as the boy's cock began to twitch
rapidly. The child was climaxing, Carson thought to himself. With
that, he hissed "YESSSSSS!!!!!" and slammed his entire member
into the child, blast after blast of cum coating the child's
insides.

  Ronald was too busy to notice his son's orgasm. Instead, he was
busy thrusting his own six-inch member in and out of a D2 `s
fifteen-year-old asshole and groaning as his own climax
approached. Dr. Tatem, for his part, was busy pounding into D3's
tiny ten-year-old bottom, enjoying the fact that he was fucking
the younger brother of Ronald's chosen fucktoy. Indeed, D2 and
D3, previously James and Riley Masters of New Brunswick,
Massachusetts, were the sons of his hated medical school rival
and two of his favorite fucks in the lab. Closing his eyes, Dr.
Tatem thought to days worth of tape he had stashed away of the
brothers, very much awake, cumming continuously side by side as
they helplessly watched each other writhe in blissful anal
orgasm.

  As his balls began to contract and he began to feel his
impending orgasm, Dr. Tatem moaned as he remembered releasing the
two boys (strictly against protocol) and convincing them that he
would return them home if they only did as he demanded. Over the
course of several days, he watched the two boys do all sorts of
perverted things to each other at his direction, hoping that they
would be returned home safely and desperate not to be put back
into the machine that forced them to cum over and over and over
again.

  He remembered James's disgust as his teenage cock slowly
disappeared into his brother's virgin asshole, the youngster
pleading with his older brother to go slowly.

  He thought back on how the boys had rolled around on the floor
in a sixty-nine, cumming into each other's mouth as the large
black vibrating dildos, imbedded in their boypussies, buzzed
furiously against their prostates.

  He recalled the look of horror on James's face when Riley was
finally able to get his small fist past James's tight sphincter
and slide his entire hand into his older brother's rectum as well
as the change that had overcome James once Riley really began to
fist him and he began to jerk himself off lustily.

  Finally, Dr. Tatem thought about how the two boys had woken up
drugged and reattached to `the milkman.' When he told them that
they wouldn't be going home and he flipped the switches to turn
the machines on, the boys had screamed and pleaded and, finally,
moaned as orgasm after orgasm was ripped out of them. Within two
months, both had slipped into unconsciousness and their minds
were soon swept clean. "UGGGGHHH!!!" Dr. Tatem grunted, cumming
at the memory.

    When the three men had finally finished and after they had
cleaned up, they took stock of themselves. Immediately, it became
clear that Jamie had not participated in the `release' as they
were now calling it. "Jamie, why didn't you..." Carson started,
prepared to admonish his son but stopping short and blushing
slightly when he realized he was about to ask his twelve-year-old
why he hadn't fucked an unconscious human boy. Jamie shrugged,
not looking any of the men in the eye and aware that he had a
large wet spot on the front of his tented pants.

  "Well, I guess your son simply has more self control than we
do," Dr. Tatem responded jovially and easing the mood. "Shall we
continue on? The next bit is rather interesting."

  "How so?" asked Ronald as the group left row "D" and casually
walked down the hallway.

  "Well, you'll see" said Doctor Tatem, bypassing row "E" and
almost immediately punching in the password to row "F." The door
slid open and, immediately, the three O'Souters ears perked up as
they heard the strangest sounds.

  "What is that?" asked Carson, shutting his eyes as he tried to
concentrate on the noise. It sounded like... "Moaning, doctor?"

  "You are correct Mr. O'Souter!" Taking a step inside row "F,"
Doctor Tatem turned around and threw his hands out to his side.
"This row, gentlemen, has not yet had their minds completely
wiped. Now, every test subject in here has been experiencing the
`milkman' for twelve weeks and we expect, if the pattern holds,
for their minds to be completely wiped within the next four
weeks. That said, what you have before you are humans without
higher brain function, as that is the first to go. Instead, every
test subject in here is pure..." he searched for the right
word... "animal."

  And indeed they were. As the tour group wandered through the
row, they were amazed at the sight before them. Fourteen boys,
from a tiny seven-year-old Thai boy to a burly sixteen-year-old
Russian teen, were wide-awake and cumming continuously, their
boyhoods twitching violently. Each boy's eyes were wide as he
followed the visitors throughout the room, much as an animal
might follow a predator. Ronald gave a small shiver; there was
nothing intelligent in those eyes. Moreover, whenever one of the
O'Souters approached, the moaning and writhing test subject would
suddenly begin to growl and hiss.

  "Yes," Doctor Tatem said the first time one of the test
subjects barked at Carson when he got to close, "they tend to do
that. Like wild animals, they are. Oh good!" he said suddenly
while checking the monitor in the center of the hallway. "Great!
F6 is about to experience `Thrusting Position.' Their reaction is
particularly interesting. Gentlemen, this is worth seeing!"

  As they gathered around F6, an eight-year-old German boy with
bright golden hair and a buttercream complexion, Dr. Tatem began
to wipe his hands together. It was always fun to watch this
particular group. A loud beep sounded all of a sudden and the
boy, who had been hissing and growling at his audience, suddenly
went still. His eyes closed and, to the shock of everyone, he
began to purr as the probe began to retract from his rectum. The
boy still shook from the tremors induced by his anal orgasm but,
when the probe finally popped free from his wide-open asshole,
which twitched repeatedly, he seemed to relax. Then, after some
time, the probe began to move forward, twice as thick as before
and with the intention of going much deeper within the child.

  When the tip of the probe touched, and then slid into, the
lubed-up asshole, F6 went crazy. "RAW! GRAW! EYAA! EYAA!" he
bellowed, his eyes going wide as thrashed wildly. Two inches.
Four inches. Six inches disappeared into his colon as the child
screamed nonsense, his inhuman wails reminding those present of
some terrible monster deep in the forest in the midst of it's
death throes. Then, the now giant probe began to retreat quickly,
picking up speed on the down stroke and driving in all the more
quickly. Within a few moments, the `milkman' was fucking the
child senseless and his wails of protest became moans of delight.
Even in his animalistic state, his body responded to the
pleasures of the fuck as the boy howled "AAAHHHHYYYYYEEEEEEE"
while the probe pistoned in and out of his boypussy.

  Jamie, unable to take it any longer as he listened to the boy
squeal, suddenly climaxed on his own, his strained boyhood
shooting copious amounts of boycum into his boxers as his hands
clenched and unclenched while his body shook with pleasurable
tremors. "Oh! OHH!!" he cried out suddenly, standing only because
Dr. Tatem grasped the boy's shoulders to hold him up.

  "Fuck it" said Carson as he watched his son climax. Taking a
quick step forward, he grasped F6's hard two-inch boyboner and
gave it three quick strokes. The eight-year-old, suddenly
overwhelmed with the stimulation of his cocklett, had a
traditional climax right on top of his anal climax. His squeal,
which had been high to begin with, suddenly gained an octave and
the force of a hurricane. "AHHH!!! AHHH!!!! AHHHH!!!!" he
screamed over and over again, his body shaking as if he were the
center of a massive earthquake. Then, to the astonishment of the
onlookers, his voice gave out and F6's eyes rolled back into his
head. He slumped forward, out cold.

  Fifteen minutes later, after everyone had cleaned up (Jamie,
quite embarrassed, hung his head in humiliation), Dr. Tatem and
the O'Souters were standing in front of row "G" and everyone was
very excited to see what lay beyond the sliding doors. Dr. Tatem
had told them about row "G" and explained that this row was only
filled with nine test subjects, the remaining five slots empty
because new subjects had simply not been acquired yet. He
cautioned them that this row, whose occupants had only been
hooked up to `the milkman' for somewhere between one and three
weeks, were totally cognizant of their surroundings. Thus, he
explained, to cut down on the noise (or, more accurately, to stop
from having to listen to the boys plead - which was tiresome),
each stall was enclosed by a retractable sound eliminating
translucent glass which, upon command, would darken internally so
as to leave the boys in pitch blackness. This darkness, which
happened during the night, allowed the boys to sleep (with the
assistance of some very powerful drugs) while they continued to
orgasm ceaselessly. Most of the time, these glass enclosures
would remain within the wall, allowing the subjects to watch and
hear and even communicate with each other. However, they
immediately activate and slide into place when one punches in the
password.

  "Be prepared," Dr. Tatem had cautioned as he punched in his
password, "because these subjects seek two things. First, they
desperately want to be released from this experience. Of course,
I can't really blame them. Second, their penises are incredibly
sensitive and any opportunity to achieve penile stimulation will
be actively sought out. In many ways, it's like they are
experiencing split personalities and I hypothesize that none of
them even realize they are alternating between these two very
different desires. If I were a psychologist, I'd have a field
day."

  Woosh! The sliding glass door opened, revealing another hallway
similar to those already visited. The difference here, though,
was the nine shaded enclosures that lined the left wall entirely
while taking up the first two stalls on the right. There was no
sound.

  Slowly, the group entered the quiet chamber and came to a
complete halt. Yes, the glass enclosures were somewhat tinted.
However, from this side of the glass, the occupants were
completely visible. "Like a one-way mirror" mumbled Carson as he
took a step towards G1. The other three followed.

  G1 was a fourteen-year-old from some unpronounceable south
pacific island. Lean and fit, he had a dark bush of pubic hair
over his very erect boyhood. Suspended like all the subject
before him, he writhed in obvious pleasure as the probe deep in
his ass milked him to anal orgasm after anal orgasm. Quite unlike
the boys that the tour group had previously seen, though, his
eyes were fully alert and it appeared as if he was trying to see
outside the glass. "He can't see anything, can he?" asked Ronald
O'Souter.

  "No. It is pitch black in there," replied Dr. Tatem, smugly.
"Would you like me to remove the glass so you can get a better
look and let him see us?"

  "Over here," said Carson, who was now standing next to G2 and
quite obviously aroused. "Raise the glass on this one."

  Dr. Tatem punched in a couple of codes into the wall and, with
a beep, G2's glass enclosure slowly rose into the ceiling.
Immediately, the room was filled with loud childish moans. "OHHH!
OHHH! AHHH! AHHH! NOOO! NOOO!" cried the boy as the enclosure
entered the ceiling.

  "Beautiful" whispered Ronald, now standing next to his son and
sharing his arousal at the child acquired from Little Rock,
Arkansas only two weeks earlier. At eleven, G2 was just on the
cusp of puberty. His thin pale body was hairless except for his
mop of curly black hair and a small patch of pubic hair above his
straining three-inch cocklett. His cute pug nose was flared as
the boy panted for breath, his stomach heaving as an obvious
climax was torn from him.

  The moment the glass enclosure allowed him to see the face of
Carson O'Souter, the boy began to beg. "Please! Please Mister! I
got to go home! Please help me! OHHH! NOOO!!  ITS HAPPIN'N!!
AHH!!!!!!! AHHH!!!!" The boy began to thrash as he climaxed, his
new boygasm sweeping through his body before the previous one had
run it's course. The O'Souters began to pant, watching the child
twitch and squirm and continue to plead nonsensically.

  "Get a little closer," whispered Dr. Tatem into Carson
O'Souter's ear, a devilish smile on his lips as he gave the
stunned man a slight push. Carson obliged, taking a small step
towards the boy whose eyes continued to plead with him as the boy
promised he wouldn't tell if only they'd release him.

  All of a sudden, as if Carson had crossed a magical line, the
boy changed. His eyes still pled with the man but lust had taken
the place of fear. The boy licked his lips and his moan took on a
throaty raspy sort of tone. "Uhhh! Uhhh!! Touch me!" he said
forcefully, his breath heavy as he continued to ride his anal
orgasm. "OHHH!! TOUCH ME!" he cried, more urgently and with need
dripping from every syllable. "TOUCH MY WEINER MISTER! NOW! NOW!
I NEED IT AHHHHHH!!!"

  Carson, taken aback but unable to resist, reached out and
grasped the stiff little pole, it's hot soft flesh feeling like a
spike of heated metal in his hand. He jerked the tiny joystick up
and down, the boy's foreskin sliding deftly over his sensitive
cock-head once, twice, three times. "AYEEEEEEE!!! AHHHHH!!!
YEEESSSSSSS!!!!" the boy wailed, his powerful kiddie-cum ripping
through him and amplified by the anal orgasm he was already
riding. His small cock twitched rapidly and, though nothing came
out, it was clear that his boyhood was desperately trying to
expel something. The boy shivered and shook, crying out in
ecstasy while his eye fought to remain open and his mind clawed
desperately at consciousness. In the end, it was a battle he lost
as the poor boy's eyes closed and he head drooped.

  "Yes," responded Dr. Tatem lustily, "that happens some times.
Too sensitive, what with the probe doing it's good work. But
don't worry, he'll be wide awake in..." Dr Tatem checked his
watch, cross-referencing the time, "fifteen minutes or so when he
is scheduled for `Thrusting Position'. Speaking of, looks like G5
is about to experience that particular thrill."

  The group moved down the row as G2's glass lowered into place,
the unconscious boy still cumming from the probe assaulting his
prostate. It was at this point that, much to Dr. Tatem's delight,
both Ronald and Carson insisted that they be allowed to inspect
the boys personally.

  A few moments later, Dr. Tatem grinned as he watched Carson
masturbate G5 while the poor horny fifteen-year-old Israeli boy
was fucked deeply during "Thrusting Position". The boy kept
pleading with Carson to wank faster but, since Carson didn't
speak the boy's language, he had no idea what the teen was
weeping about. Dr. Tatem, who knew the language, watched in
amusement as Carson slid his hand slowly over the boy's throbbing
six-inch cock, the agonizingly sedate pace forcing the boy to
thrust as best he could into Carson's hand to get off while the
machine fucked him with eight thick inches violently. When he
finally shot his large teen wad all over Carson's hand, the man,
who was tapping into his sadistic side, began to beat the kid off
in earnest, his hand flying up and down the still hard cock,
lubed by the boy's own jizz. The boy, overcome with both the
climax and the anal orgasm that exploded at the same time his
cock did, began scream. Ten seconds later, the boy, yelling in
pleasure and pain as the evil man's hand worked his sensitive
prick, came again and his second load brought a massive smile to
Carson's face.

  For an hour, the O'Souters wandered around row "G" and
investigated the test subjects, taking great delight in watching
the poor boys squirm and thrash as they climaxed repeatedly. Dr.
Tatem was kind enough to raise the enclosures of many of the
boys, giving the O'Souters access to their taunt and horny
bodies. In fact, Carson began to really enjoy listening to the
boy's beg for release, first from the machine as they pled with
him to be let go and then later as he masturbated them to
mind-blowing orgasms. Ronald, for his part, soon began to speak
in depth with Dr. Tatem about much of the science surrounding the
process. The two men stood in the middle of the row deep in
conversation while Carson bounced from subject to subject - a kid
in a candy store who had just discovered he had a sweet tooth.
Jamie continued to examine the boys and it was clear the child
was very aroused, but despite ample opportunity and permission,
he refused to touch any of the bound test subjects. Eventually,
Jamie had his second climax of the day, again without touching
himself, while watching his father fuck a twelve-year-old
Mongolian kid (for Dr. Tatem had shown the sex-crazed man how to
retract the `Milkman' so he could relieve himself in the boy's
puckered brown shitter.) Once Carson released his load deep in
the boy's gut while his chosen fucktoy screamed in his own climax
and shot watery cum all over his chest, Dr. Tatem declared the
tour over. The four cleaned themselves up at the nearby
sanitation station and left the lab. After all, the tour was only
one part of the day's events!

  For the rest of the afternoon, Ronald and Carson O'Souter
discussed the Orgasm Project with Dr. Tatem in-depth, going over
expense reports and budget outlines and estimated performance
evaluations. Several other researchers were called into their
conference room to add necessary projections and estimates as the
leaders of O'Souter Pharmaceutical planned for the future. By six
in the evening, Jamie, who had been sitting on the couch greatly
bored, was escorted home by a driver. It was at this point that
Carson and Ronald O'Souter surprised Dr. Tatem with a unique, and
very intriguing, change of topic.

.......................................

  "It was a test," Carson O'Souter said to Dr. Tatem, "and you
passed with flying colors. I think the Orgasm Project is
excellent and I cannot wait for you to start the drug trials in a
few weeks. I have utmost confidence in you, Doctor, and know you
will have a great deal of success."

  Dr. Tatem smiled at the praise and looked to the older man for
confirmation. This was excellent! Ronald O'Souter, sensing the
doctor's enthusiasm, grinned. "But this wasn't just a test for
you, doctor. It was a test for Jamie. My grandson is... weak. He
shows no entrepreneurial spirit and no leadership ability. This
was a test to see if he could rise to the occasion. I'm afraid
that his father and I both agree that he failed. He will need to
be replaced with another who can lead this company in the future.
In fact, my son and his wife have been actively trying to get
pregnant for several months now. It shouldn't be too long and we
will have a new heir. Of course, that leaves us with a very
pressing problem."

  "The measure of a man is not how he fails," Carson added after
a moment of silence, "it is how he turns that failure into
success. And my father and I believe we have a solution that will
not only deal with my problematic offspring but would further a
more, private, line of scientific and social inquiry that we have
been mulling over for the past couple of years."

  "And that would be?" questioned the doctor.

  "What if, as well as controlling humans, we discovered a way to
control members of our own species. What if, when we finally
signaled to our people where we are and they came for us, we
could take control of the empire and rule, not only this planet,
but our entire people."

  Dr. Tatem's eyes opened in shock. The room became quiet, the
two O'Souters watching the doctor carefully. What they were
proposing was certainly treason to the empire but, being born and
raised on this backwater planet, they had little loyalty to their
far-off people. Dr. Tatem was intrigued. Incredible! He'd never
even thought... Yes, what if... It could be possible if... Only a
few minor changes would... There species had two prostates so the
sensations would be... "So, what would you have me do, gentlemen?
In order to discover if our drug works on members of our species,
we would need a test subject from our own..."

  The O'Souter's smiled. A moment later, so did Dr. Tatem. Maybe
he'd get to fuck Jamie after all...