Mind Blower

by Marco Vassi

  They gathered round me like biology students looking at a specimen. Tocco, of course, assumed the role of professor. He cleared his throat and began in a very pedantic manner: "The subject you see before you is at the stage where he is incapable of distinguishing between his want and another's need. We are not to blame him for this, for like the rest of us, he is the product of his conditioning, and stumbles about blindly, harming himself and others in a confused, conflicted round of experience he pathetically refers to as 'living'. At your ages, you have not yet come to terms with certain problems; and Michael here is struggling with things that you will never have to face. This is the legacy one generation leaves for the next. You will have your own difficulties, however, so there is no unfairness in the process.

  "Today, basically, we are going to explore, through his eyes, as it were, the question of selflessness in pleasure and pain. For Michael it will be a crucial bit of learning; but we can all benefit from what takes place." He turned to two of the girls and motioned them toward me. "Connie and Sydney, please, would you begin?"

  The girls moved to either side of the bed and began slowly taking their clothes off. This was something totally outside what I had been expecting, and I didn't know where to look first. I had seen them nude earlier, but at a distance and outdoors. This was more intimate and dusky, and the act of undressing in itself was highly stimulating.

  I decided to concentrate on Connie. My mind raced towards all kinds of speculations and fears, but there was nothing I could do, and hard experience had taught me not to try to outguess Tocco. The best thing seemed just to enjoy it, whatever it would be. Connie wore a simple dress which she began to pull up very slowly, past her thighs, over her crotch. And I could see her cunt hair, dark and matted under the flimsy panties she wore. I began to get hard. She pulled it higher until her belly was exposed; it moved in soft, shadowy ripples, making her navel pout in and out. I strained against my bonds to get closer to her, but it was futile. Then she threw the entire dress off, and her breasts stood taut and firm inside the brassiere. She was very full and deep-breasted, and her tits rose and fell as she breathed. She reached behind and undid the strap; the bra just fell forward, unlocking two lush jiggling melons of flesh capped by-very small red nipples. Then she reached down and slowly pulled the panties off.

  My helplessness in the face of her enticing strip infuriated me. She saw my state, and when she straightened up, she opened her legs slightly and pushed her cunt toward my mouth. She inserted a finger deep into the hole and moved it around, plunging in and out of the moist box, thrusting her pelvis back and forth in a fucking motion.

  Just then I heard a sound and turned to see Sydney bending over to present me with a full view of her ass. The cheeks spread apart and her tiny asshole peeped into view, and under it the brown frizzled hair around her cunt showed between her thighs. She put both hands under her ass and pulled her cunt open for me to see. I was thrashing with desire.

  As though on signal, the two of them moved in on me. Connie crawled up on the bed and straddled my thighs. She ran her fingers down my belly, past my pulsing cock, and cupped my balls. I tried to lift myself toward her, but had no leverage. She did it for me, grabbing me under the ass and pulling me up toward her. Then she came forward, legs apart, and lowered herself right onto my cock. I let out a sigh as I sank deep into the young tight cunt. I didn't have a moment to enjoy it before Sydney knelt at my side and leaned forward to drop one of her creamy tits into my mouth. I reached up to suck it, and she pulled back, only to come down again, teasing me with its nearness. I felt as though an electric current ran through me. Sydney came all the way forward and filled my waiting mouth with her hard nipple and soft round breast, while Connie twisted and thrust on my cock, her cunt rippling inside, working like an incredibly sensitive hand, squeezing and pulling. I bucked under her, and rammed my cock up into her, again and again, until my asshole tightened and I shot spasm after spasm into the eager cunt.

  It was immediately unsatisfactory. My inability to move my limbs, and my initial surprise at the situation, had caused a tension which gripped my stomach and buttocks as I came, and I fell back feeling that slightly sour taste when I come without losing all reservations. Connie moved away, and immediately one of the boys was on her, while another took Sydney from behind. Connie's cunt, already wet and filled with sperm, made sloshing sounds as the prick thrust under her ass and into the gaping hole. Sydney knelt on the edge of the bed so that the man behind her could take her standing up. They fucked with the same vigor that they had shown on the grass, and soon the whole room smelled of cunt juices and come.

  Connie leaned back onto the cock at her behind, and brought her face down to cup my cock in her open mouth. For a few minutes I was out of it, not being able to get it up again so soon. But the sight of the lascivious pleasure around me and the gentle insistence of the tongue around the rim of my cock soon roused me again. I raised one of those maddening seven-eighths erections, and another girl came in to add her mouth to the job. I flashed the memory of Ellen and Jean, but the women at my cock were not children, and they worked with skill and intention. I raised my head to look down and saw that they were how stretched out full length, touching thighs and bellies and breasts. Their hands moved down between one another's legs, and a gentle rubbing of clitorises began. They started to moan and grind against each other, and their mouths now no longer concentrated on my cock. Rather, they were kissing one another passionately, thrusting their tongues into each other's mouth, and my cock simply stood between them, receiving the benefit of the caresses they gave to each other. The excitement in me reached fever proportions as their heads bobbed and pressed toward each other, and as their mutual heat grew greater, the ministrations to my cock grew fuller and richer. They came to a point of climax, and as they spent wildly onto each other's hand and fingers, they flung their mouths totally onto the head of my cock, which flared and called yet another orgasm from my balls.

  With the pleasure this time came a pinch of pain resulting from the strain of coming again so soon after the first time, and as the sperm spurted out into the air and spilled down onto their lips, I fell back exhausted. After a moment, everyone got off the bed, and they all resumed their watch over me. I began to feel frightened for, although it seemed that I was not to be physically harmed, I felt I was being herded toward something unpleasant. I also felt a dull ache in my testicles, and my bandages began to burn and itch.

  Tocco resumed his talk "So far, the subject is behaving well. Let's wait five minutes and continue. Everyone takes a break."

  From what followed, it was clear that it wasn't to be a coffee break. Like athletes in their prime who love to train, the seven of them began another round of sexual gymnastics. They played a series of short skits, with changing couples attempting to outdo each other in far-out sexual postures. The prize went to a young man and girl who fucked with him in a total head-stand, the girl wrapped around him, her legs grasping his waist and her hands holding his feet. They did fine as long as they remained still, but when she tried to roll her pelvis, she threw him off balance and both of them came tumbling to the ground, to the applause and cheers of the others.

  My interest was largely academic at first, then I began to feel still more stirrings. The sight of so many exuberant cunts and stiff cocks at once and so near was overpowering. Tocco clapped his hands; they stopped their games and began to close in on me. This time there was nothing specific, just a swarming of bodies. I was totally covered by flesh. Every inch of me was soon rubbed by cunts and asses and cocks and mouths and breasts. They seemed to form a gigantic fleshy chamber, and my entire body was the shaft it enclosed. I felt the throbs of energy rushing through me, and without my being fully aware of when, my cock was hard again. I was sure I couldn't come again so soon, but I had under-estimated the power of numbers. With so many different ways and directions of touching, I grew more and more sensitive until, at one point, someone lowered their ass onto the stiff prick
. I squirmed in painful delight, but there was no getting away. The buttocks rose and fell, and I felt the tip of my cock rub into the cheeks and into the hole and penetrate deeply into the tight warmth inside, and then begin the journey out, only to have it repeated again. Whoever was on top of me moved with practised ease, until the ass received its desired treasure, and I spurted still another jet of sperm into it.

  This time it was almost entirely without pleasure and simply shot out in a burning spasm. The ass pulled away immediately, and my cock flopped back between my legs, sore and limp. The others disengaged and once more I lay on the bed alone, feeling filled with disgust and fatigue. But I had hardly a moment to rest before one of the boys came forward with a tube of vaseline. He reached down and smeared it between my buttocks. It was the last thing I wanted. The thongs around my ankles were loosened and I could move my legs, but only just enough, I soon learned, to allow him to slip his cock underneath and take me in the ass.

  Ordinarily it would have been very exciting to be fucked while tied down, having a number of people watch. Ass-fucking between men is an entirely different experience from that between a man and a woman. Perhaps it's because, having a cunt, a woman treats her ass as peripheral to her central pleasure. But for a man, it's the only cunt he has, so he cultivates its pleasures, learns to experience it fully. There is a further psychological factor. Fucking a woman always raises the problem of her having an orgasm, and there is a double tension going on. But when a man gets fucked, there is no strong question of coming. So he can relax.

  The young man pulled my legs up at the knees and leaned in toward me. I felt his cock slip into the crack between my cheeks and probe at the hole itself. I tried to lock myself against him, but he had the leverage. Slowly his cock found its objective and pushed into me, inch by hard-fought inch. I found a perverse pleasure in resisting him, and the more I fought, the more my excitement grew. Then, suddenly, to my own amazement, I stopped the struggle and just opened up to let him have me. The cock entered deeply, and involuntarily I moaned. He found the vulnerable spot right under the prostate gland, and probed it gently. A warm glow spread inside me, and as he moved, I felt still another delivery of sperm bubbling toward the surface. My whole body protested, but there was nothing for it. And as he fucked me, my still limp cock dribbled out a few watery drops onto my belly.

  He pulled out suddenly and harshly, and I gasped at the quickness. My eyes were stinging and my head spun, and I wondered what it was they were trying to do. What did this have to do with rape and the death penalty? The words danced in my head until the reversal came clear. It was I who was being raped now, and the execution was being carried out by fucking. I hung between horror and hilarity for a moment, and then rested in the knowledge that there was a physiological limit to what could be drawn out of me.

  But I had not counted on Tocco's thoroughness. One of the girls came forward carrying a syringe, and barely had it touched my arm than I knew that a full dosage of speed would be coursing through my veins, forcing me to heights beyond my normal tolerance. I shouted to Tocco: "This is unfair! You can't use drugs like this!"

  He pursed his lips. "Nonsense, Michael! Drugs are merely a means to enable us to get beyond what we would ordinarily endure. We pay a price for the intensity, but we return with nuggets of knowledge otherwise unobtainable." The needle entered and I felt the liquid being squeezed into the vein. He continued, as the first rushes coursed through me: "Have a pleasant journey."

  With that he motioned to one of the boys, who repeated the actions of his predecessor. The familiar weakness gripped me, and I sank into the melting sensations of giving. Once again a cock pushed into my ass, and this time I could feel it in intimate detail, the round rim of the head, and the expanding width of the shaft as it entered up to its base. I was too enervated to respond, but that didn't seem to matter. He moved with clockwork regularity. I lay back and let it happen. Without my being aware of its approach, another cock came into my mouth. And then a wet warmth covered my prick as I began to be sucked off yet another time.

  Their erections seemed made of steel, with no promise of yielding. I prayed for them to come, but I realized that was not the objective. Soon I lost all sense even of sensation, and the fucking became a numb rubbing, back and forth, back and forth until it was totally unpleasant. I thought I was beyond caring, but still they fucked, and I began to be sore. My mouth felt like an open wound, and my asshole seemed to be torn and scratched. I strained against my bonds and the weight of their bodies, trying to make them stop, but there was no escape. Finally I tore my mouth loose and shouted. "No more, no morel"

  Miraculously they stopped, got up, and stood away from the bed. "Michael is tired of cock," said Tocco. "Let's give him some more cunt." To my own surprise, I found myself yelling "No" to the very thing I had spent my life pursuing. But the girls came over and clambered onto the bed. "Give him some poppers," said Tocco in an oily voice. The inhalator was thrust into my nostril. It was a tribute to my state of exhaustion that I barely felt any effect.

  Then I was smothered in cunt. Two of the girls climbed up and sat facing each other, their cunts touching and both over my mouth. But by this time what had been a sensual musky smell had become rancid. I felt myself gag, as both cunts and assholes jockeyed to press into my mouth. The other two went to work on my cock, which was almost without sensation but, incredibly, hard. They rode on me for what seemed an eternity, changing positions so that cunt after cunt impaled itself on my cock and then joined the line which came to force itself between my lips. They kept putting inhalators in my nostrils until I began coughing and came close to passing out. Then the boys joined in and once again I was awash in flesh, but this time they tore at me savagely, biting me all over, thrusting into my ass and mouth, spitting, pinching. At one point a finger went deep inside me and began massaging the prostate again; I screamed in agony, but there was no relief. The finger kept working until I felt a searing jolt of pain and the sperm ran out once more and dribbled into my pubic hair.

  To my horror, I began to sob. I felt like a piece of rotten meat with ants crawling over it. I stank with dried secretions, and every inch of my flesh ached. The cocks and cunts which had seemed so beautiful were now ugly, hurtful things, hateful and disgusting. I knew I could bear no more, when a warm wet sensation around my lips convinced me otherwise. They were kneeling around me, squatting on me, and from their sex, thick streams of urine splashed on my body.

  They finished, and wiped their cocks and cunts on my mouth and chest. And then Tocco leaned over, his mouth filled with bits of cheese and onions and hard-boiled eggs, and pressing his lips to mine, forced his tongue into my mouth. I gagged and retched. "What's the matter, Michael?" he asked, "don't you want a little kiss?"

  He stepped back and clapped his hands. The door opened, and suddenly the room filled with dozens of naked people, old and young, beautiful and brutal. They filled the floors and walls. They began to perform obscene dances, shouting a stream of disgusting suggestions. They exposed their cunts and cocks and asses. They licked the air with their tongues.

  My mind reeled, and I fled to the edge of a precipice where sex would never seem good again, where it would be permanently burned into my brain as something hideous. Tocco's voice boomed out, "Here it is, Michael. The human body. The human farce. Do you want to get laid? Take any number of them you want, any sex, any size." He leaned forward and slashed my bands loose with a razor. "Sexual paradise on earth," he roared. "It's all yours!"

  Part of me realized that this entire scene was just another lesson, and that I had to remain objective. But I was overcome by the ugliness that had been perpetrated. The sexual apparatus and the sexual act suddenly seemed a mindless groaning and slavering, a stupid sucking and licking, an endless thrusting and struggle. A war. The war between the sexes and among the sexes. There was nothing but slimy secretion and sheer idiocy. It all welled up in me, the fatigue and disgust and emptiness, and right in the middle of the academy
, I threw up on the bed.

  A rough hand grabbed my neck and thrust my face into the vomit. "Lick it up," said Tocco's voice. I retched. "Lick it!" I gagged. "No!" I said, "You can kill me. I won't do that. I won't." The hand rubbed my face back and forth in the vomit several times and let me fall.

  As I lay there, covered with sperm and cunt juice and urine and vomit, sick at heart and confused in mind, Tocco's voice drifted down! "The next time you feel like a man, and want to rape a young girl to show her how sterling you are, or the next time you lie in a woman's arms and compliment yourself on what a great lover you are, remember this. Spent, puking, fucked out."

  "I wouldn't eat the vomit," I sobbed. "I wouldn't eat it!"

  There was a long pause. Tocco spoke slowly and reflectively. "That's true. That's something. It's a very small thing to go on, but at least there's something to build a foundation. Now go clean up, and don't let me see you for a few days. Big man."

  I opened my eyes and found myself staring into Susan's eyes. Her face screwed up in utter disdain, and she coolly and calmly spit right into my face. And then turned and walked out of the room.

  Suddenly everyone released me, and I fell back. I waited for what would happen next, but there was silence, and when I looked, everyone was filing out. In a moment, the room was empty. And I sat, in the deepest and fullest despair I have ever known in my life, robbed of the one thing that had remained the single passion that made living worthwhile. Tocco had destroyed sex, and there seemed nothing left.

  TWELVE

  IT TOOK ME a very long time to leave the room. All the spirit had drained out of me, and there was absolutely nothing I wanted to do. Or, to be more accurate, there was no one I wanted to see. It seemed that I had fallen into a very deep pit, and there was no way out. The present was intolerable, and yet I could not find anything in the past to cheer me, and the future stretched before me like a great bleak highway leading nowhere.