by B. J. Hardy
“Why don’t you ask him about it?”
“I’d have to warm him up for that first I think.”
“So?”
“There isn’t a warm bone in his body either.”
For the next several days I was occupied with the studies from my other classes, but when I did have a free moment or two, I would try to search with different parameters for Professor Ricardo Riachuelo online. I didn’t find it amusing any longer that he also liked to be called Maestro, as the man definitely deserved that distinction. Then something happened which totally distracted me. Lara came up to me during a break between classes out in the quad area.
“Hey girl! I know you’re up to date. What do you think of Alulim?”
“You mean aluminum? It’s great for baked potatoes.”
“I guess you aren’t so current.” She laughed.
I shrugged, looking at her for an explanation.
“The new group that is dominating the internet. Their name is Alulim.” She pulled out her phone and began to pull something up.
“I haven’t seen them. Been too busy with shit I guess.”
“Here, check them out.” She handed me her phone with a video ready to roll.
The screen read; ‘Alulim- The Law.’
I hit ‘play,’ and a heavy beat of bass began to drive. This diminished as an electronic melody as a synthesizer took over. It was reminiscent of old classic rock, or heavy metal. Then as that melody expanded and increased in volume and intensity, I began to get into it. The synthesizer abruptly ceased as an even heavier bass line exploded and immediately an ungodly guitar joined the drive. The stage lights on the video suddenly came on and a shirtless, really good-looking lead singer started to scream as if in sexual agony. Then more lights and the band could be seen for the first time. The guitar joined the bass drive with harmonic chords of the purest rock delight, which got me wet! I saw the lead guitar player, well kind of anyhow. I sure saw his rock-hard perfect chest! His face was covered by long curly hair and he wore big dark sunglasses. Goddam he was good! That got me even wetter! I was getting horny just watching this incredible new band as they rocked my world!
“Holy fuck!” I exclaimed.
These guys were no amateurs. This was a seasoned rock band for sure. Either that or they were the baddest-ass group to come along in a long while. The song just got better, or the music did anyhow. Even though the lead singer was great, I wasn’t paying much attention to him or the lyrics. The lead guitarist had my full interest. He was playing with my pussy directly with his expert guitar playing. Then he made me come, and not just once but in multiple waves as he stepped forward into the spotlight and took over with the cleanest example of absolutely impeccable rock guitar lead riffs I could ever even dream of. The wonderful sense of rhythmic melody was right in my face and my pussy!
“I guess you like them too!” Lara laughed as she must have been able to tell I was climaxing.
I couldn’t respond, I was transfixed on that perfect man making me come so fucking hard. This hadn’t happened since the concert of Vulcan’s Forge when Rick Brookes had made me come once from just his voice and guitar playing. God I fucking love rock and roll! This new guitar player made me come twice more before the video ended, and I could only sit there watching the frozen screen as I still reeled from it.
“Holy shit, girl! You really do get off on rock!”
“Oh my fucking god! I LOVE them!”
Lara giggled, and took her phone back. “They are releasing their first album tomorrow.”
I had to let a heavy sigh go, a post-orgasmic one. That was fucking intense!
“Holy shit, Cass. Did you come?” Lara whispered.
“Uh huh.” I trembled a bit.
“Fuck! I got off on that video too, but not like you!”
“Can’t help it.” I still trembled.
“Did you even notice the two hot guys walk by and encourage you?”
“What?”
“I guess not.”
I tried to shake it off. “What did they say?”
“Oh fuck yeah baby!”
“Oh…”
“You were moaning kind of loud.”
“Damn.”
“I am going to bet that you download their album first thing.”
“I think so.” I’d never had a group do that to me before, not to that level. Not even Vulcan’s Forge. “Do you know what the guitar player’s name is?” I asked.
Lara shook her head, but then started to quest on her phone. “It doesn’t say. Maybe it will when you download it.”
“I wonder what Alulim means?” I pulled my phone out and Googled it.
“The first antediluvian Sumerian King.” Lara beat me to it, but then I was right behind her.
“It means ‘Stag.’ Hmmm… quite appropriate.” I chuckled.
Lara did too. “You just got fucked hard by that Stag!”
“Yeah. I want more!”
“Fuck! I’ll have what you just had!” She laughed like crazy.
Sure enough, the next day I bought and downloaded Alulim’s first album. I missed all my classes that day as I was frozen on my bed listening and climaxing nearly all day long! Every freaking song was amazing and did things to me like I had never imagined possible. Fuck, I came so much, and so hard too! How the hell were these bastards capable of doing that to me? It’s just music! Yet every time I played just about any one of their songs, there my pussy went exploding in my damn jeans. Motherfuckers! HOW?
It seemed that perhaps I wasn’t the only one who found them to be irresistible and mind-blowing, as Alulim quickly rose to the number one spot on the charts. When I saw Lara again, she told me that it had happened to her too when she listened to a song of theirs titled ‘Trust.’ I was so glad that I wasn’t alone in my sonic ecstasy, but at the same time I knew that these bastards were doing something new, something which should be goddamn illegal to have that effect. There was one person I knew who might understand what was going on, so I braved it to ask Maestro Riachuelo. I stayed after the next class to try to get some answers from him.
“So, Miss Holt, are you going to challenge me to a piano contest again, or will it be woodwinds this time?”
“No! You fucking… I mean you win, sir. I wanted to ask you about something else.”
“Please do, but only if it pertains to music.”
“Yes, it does.”
He nodded and waved his hand to allow me to proceed. “I was wondering if you are aware of any musical methods to elicit… physical reactions from people.”
“Yes. There are many. Please narrow down the sort of reaction you are curious about so I may narrow down my responses.”
“Umm… okay. How about…” I got so nervous suddenly, and embarrassed. “Well… ummm…”
“Go ahead, just tell me.”
“Sexual reactions.” I must have turned three shades of beet red as I could feel my face burning.
“Yes. Of course, there are many harmonic, and especially bass driven rhythmic vibrations which can elicit all forms of sexual response. Up to and including orgasm itself.”
“You’re joking!” I blurted.
He shook his head matter-of-factly. “Not at all.”
“Why… how is this even legal?”
“Are you suggesting that sound waves be regulated by law?”
I got flustered at his pompous answers, as always. “I want to know how!”
“So, are you saying that you wish to learn how to elicit sexual responses from music then?”
“YES!”
“May I ask why?”
“Shit!” I clenched my fists. “I want to know how and why someone is doing it to me!”
“Oh. And is this troublesome to you?”
“Damn it! I need to know how to stop it!”
“Well that’s easy. Don’t listen to it.” He smiled as if he’d solved my problem.
“But what if I want to listen to it?”
“I’m confused.”
“Why would someone purposefully do this?”
He paused for several moments as if contemplating. “Perhaps to sell records.”
That made me blink. It only made perfect sense, but there was still something so wrong seeming about it all.
“The solution is the easy one I mentioned. However, maybe whatever it is that you are referring to is something that is reaching you at a level that you wish to explore further. Emotions are often times best to be experienced and not shunned.”
“I’m talking about actual physical responses to this music, not just emotions damn it!”
“Yes, emotions often elicit real physical responses.” He nodded.
“Even orgasms?” I blurted.
“Yes.”
“Oh my god!” It struck me as undeniable truth just then. “When… how fucking long has this been going on?”
“For all time. Even the most primal shamanic drumming has been known to have this effect in some individuals. Hell, there are certain techniques utilizing gongs made to vibrate at specific frequencies which often invoke satori.” He raised his brows.
“Satori?”
“Sudden enlightenment.”
“Holy shit!”
“Yes, it is considered holy, and yes; it is some serious shit.”
I was astounded. I had bitten off more than I could chew in seeking an answer to why this new band had made me come. “Maestro, how can I control this effect on me?” I pleaded with misty eyes. I was frightened by these revelations.
“I would suggest that the only way to overcome it…” he grinned, “is to ride it and get used to the sonic sensations provoked. Either that or don’t listen to it.”
“Ride it? You mean like a bull rider in a rodeo?”
“That is a good analogy. Beginner rodeo riders are often thrown. They learn to ride the beast only through practice.”
“There is the beast reference again.”
He nodded with his usual smug look.
“Damn, I guess I’d better learn to ride then.”
“That is sound advice… for yourself.”
Chapter 4
-Maestro-
I could see the panic and worry on the poor girl’s face, but I would not, nor could not protect her from her own emotions and reactions to these sensations. I felt for her as I remembered when I’d first learned just how susceptible we are to the emotional turmoil of music, or even just rhythmic beats. With me it had been Ludwig Von Beethoven who first fucked me up beyond belief. It wasn’t sexual climax as in Cassie’s case, but rather inordinate joy which left me despondent for several days after first hearing his ‘Ode to Joy.’ How could anything ever measure to that feeling afterward. The short answer was that nothing could. I had to come to grips with the reality that I would forever be trying to reach that lofty emotional goal again.
I’d realized that music is just like a drug… Hell, it is a drug! An emotional and thus then physical stimulation brought about by external means. It is not necessarily natural, only considering the human condition could one make that argument. Then again, some animals are also thus afflicted. I’d learned some really fucked up shit about mind control when that realization took hold. So, then I decided that there was nothing anyone could do about it, and this prompted me to learn as much as I possibly could about music. I was pretty damn young when all this occurred, during grade school. It wasn’t until high school when the full ramifications of what was indeed possible from sonic vibrations really set hold, but the groundwork was laid much earlier through personal emotional experiences.
The nature of the beast was my life’s work, and I could only go for the ride as I had advised her to do as well. There were harsh lessons which I had learned. Experiences which still scared me deeply. I certainly wasn’t the free-spirited easy-going young man any longer. Now I was determined, and I demanded a sense of order. Never would I make the mistakes I’d made earlier, as they had almost been fatal. My own lust for all that I could garner had taught me the lessons of the danger I was frolicking with. Order and discipline brought freedom from chaos and true liberty in every sense. I still loved music in most all of its varied forms, yet I knew to respect the power of it. Music could kill! Most people didn’t have a clue of this possibility, but I’d seen too many times just how true this was.
I went to my Kwoon on my day off as I always did. This was the martial arts school I practiced at. Traditional Chinese Shao-lin martial arts were an integral part of my life. Though I usually had private lessons away from all the other students, there were times, such as testing days, upon which I would join in with the others. My Sifu insisted upon this. He was old school, and even though I did pay him well for the private tutoring, he was quite correct in that I did need to test myself against his other students. I most always spared against him, and for years I had taken severe beatings. He wasn’t cruel, just honest. Eventually, I could actually hold him off of me most of the time. Not too long after that, I was finally even able to best him on an infrequent occasion, though not often by any means. He was something else alright… Master Shue was his name, and I have the utmost respect for this man above all others. He taught me so many things, and not just how to defend myself. I guess once you open the door to wisdom it all comes rushing in, or much of it anyhow.
A weight suit was ready for me and I saw that Master Shue had filled all the available slots with lead bars for today’s exercises. This was only the second time he’d done so, meaning that the vest I put on weighed a full hundred pounds itself. I bowed in as he watched from across the school’s floor, and began to perform the intense, yet slow isometric routine known as the Stone Warrior. With that amount of weight on no fast snapping movements were to be done as doing so could permanently stress ligaments and joints. Master Shue was cautious not to allow, much less cause injury to any of his students. That would defeat the whole purpose of learning how to survive in combat. I knew there were schools where the worst injury you would probably ever receive from fighting was likely to occur in the school. This was not the case in Master Shue’s school. There was one exception to this rule, and that was sparing on testing days. Then you’d better prove that you knew how to avoid injury to yourself.
I began the slow routine while keeping every muscle in my body fully tightened. The movements were martial movements, and I knew that my muscle memory was being not only trained but strengthened. As I got about three-quarters of the way through the insanely strenuous set, Master Shue approached me. I knew a test of some sort was coming, so I focused all my energy into my limbs and outer body shell.
“Tighten up.” He warned.
Then with blinding speed he kicked me in my jaw. In far less than the blink of an eye, he also kicked me in the ribs and my solar plexus as well.
I took the heavy blows with a grunting exhale of air.
“Good!” he smiled and walked away.
I finished the ungodly strenuous, and lengthy set, then bowed out and went to take that damned heavy vest off.
Master Shue motioned me over to his desk when I had returned, wearing just my Gi.
“You are progressing rapidly, Ricardo. Due to your mostly private training it is an unusual gage. I am not complaining mind you. Your patronage helps keep the Kwoon viable in large measure. However, it is time to test your skills again soon, and with my top students this time.”
“Yes, Sifu.” I bowed to him.
“Good, I am sure you will fare well.”
“Thank you, Sifu.”
He nodded, signaling me that I was dismissed.
I left fully engorged with blood in my muscles. I loved my time training with Master Shue. Even though I had not ever told him about my past, he seemed to have an unworldly insight about me. I never talked about my past to anyone. Yet he still had an uncanny ability to discern things about me. I was not worried about him knowing, as he among all people was trustworthy. The upcoming test he mentioned did unnerve me a tad bit, as I’d seen some of his indoor stud
ents spar before. They were fucking good. Good and dangerous! This is what I’d wanted though; to become like them. Of all the disciplines I’d learned this was the most daunting, because the pain from mistakes was far greater than almost any other pain I’d ever felt. However, nothing could top the worst pain I’d ever experienced.
I didn’t have but three Theory classes per week, and that left me plenty of time for my other passions, Kung Fu being but one of them. One of my deepest desires was sex, but with everything else in my life there had to be utmost discipline. Without this regulation there was no real freedom, no true profundity, and this could be said about anything. However, the raging burning needs were always present, but it wasn’t prudent to let them burn out of control. I did have a viable outlet to quench these desires and it was about time for another visit for satisfaction’s sake. I knew what had sparked my needs to require satiation. It was that girl in one of my classes, Cassie. There was something about her that demanded my attention. I had to be extremely careful though, as I did value my position at the University. With one of my upcoming projects I was going to be pushing the tolerance envelope of the administration as it were. It sure wouldn’t do to add the rumors of impropriety with a student to the mix. Still, I wondered if this sexy brunette might have what it took. Perhaps I would be fortunate enough to find out, but that would take some time. My read on her was that she wasn’t a slutty girl, not that I minded sluts at all, but they were not keepers. I was always looking for a keeper. Of course, I might be wrong about her and that would be disappointing. There was only one way to know for sure.
The next class with her I decided to have some fun.
“Today I would like to perform a little experiment with you, instead of going back to that boring equating of musical notes to alphanumeric quantities.”
“What sort of experiment, Professor?” A girl named Vicky asked.
“I have a frequency generator hooked up to some headphones and I would like to have you each wear them while I amplify a static sonic frequency. You simply tell us what if any emotions or sensations that you experience.”