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PART IV: The Gayification Center
Don was floored. He couldn't believe that he'd gotten that high
school girl pregnant the night she forced him to have sex with her.
The teenage girl just giggled. "That's right. My hot body got
old, responsible Don hard and then he came inside of me. Then his
manly sperm swam up into me and created this beautiful baby girl.
I'm going to give her a nice life, don't worry about that."
"You stupid girl, I didn't want a baby!" Don yelled, the veins
in his neck popping out. Just as the blonde beauty giggled in
response, Don began to feel a sharp pain in his pelvis. He'd just
been circumsized. He wanted to say more to the girl, but he doubled
over in pain. She exited without his noticing. For the past few
weeks, Don had only been conscious when his captors wanted him to be.
As his rapist and unwanted daughter left the room, his most previous
state of consciousness ended.
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Three more months passed that Don lost track of. He regained
consciousness in May 2005, seeing the date on a calendar but not
knowing what had happened since October 2004, the last time he'd seen
a calendar. It was almost as though his memories of those months had
somehow been deleted. Currently he was in an extremely large room.
There was a large screen in front of him and he was strapped down naked
to a chair. The room was round and surrounded by transparent glass
walls. It was like one of those operating rooms they use when college
students observe surgery. Currently there was nobody in the seats or
in the room with Don. Even so, he didn't like where it was going.
Having been kept in various unconscious states for the past year, Don
was surprised to discover upon looking down that his body was as buff
as ever, if not more so. He wondered if this entire thing had been the
experiment of some underground steroid company, perhaps, to whom his
rapist had sold him after her molestation and violation of him and his
masculinity. "No," thought Don, "that doesn't explain the
circumcision." Remembering that horrible event, Don glanced down.
As he was pondering the way his penis looked, people began sitting down
in the seats that surrounded the room Don was in. There was not one
woman among the group, and all the men in the group wore identical
warddrobes and sported muscular physiques. Although 100% heterosexual
Don wasn't attracted to them, he did remark that they were also all
handsome men (though none so handsome as himself, he thought,
complimenting his well-defined facial and physical features, including
the circumcised penis that he was actually quite partial to after such
a long view.)
Three-hundred men must have sat down before all the seats were filled.
Suddenly, spotlights lit up the movie screen. Everybody shut up and
the movie began playing. In the movie, a man talked to the audience
thus:
"Let us all give a warm welcome to our newest inmate, Don."
Applause filled the room. Don blushed, but tried to forget that 300
men could see his naked body right now, and concentrated on the movie,
waiting for the bizarre events of the past year to be explained.
"But I'm sure," the movie's narrator continued, "that
you're a little bit confused right now Don. Let me fully explain
things for you. A year ago, the National Gay Society, upon observing
you, decided that you were among the sexiest men in the world. We had
one of our operatives kidnap you from your home. That was the woman
who raped you, Don. See, you've got so much testosterone, that it
doesn't take much to get that sperm out and use it for whatever.
Your baby daughter's doing fine, by the way. After she had her fun
with you, we inserted a microchip in your brain. We can control your
thoughts and your mind. Our goal is to make you gay. But it's no
fun to just reprogram you. We want you to choose to be gay.
Therefore, you've become a member of our state of the art
Gayification Center. 85% of our graduates are still in gay
relationships 5 years after leaving. That's a good success rate,
Don. Do you know why that is? It's because you can't leave until
we're sure you're gay. See your audience, Don? These are your
roommates. Some have been here for years, some for months. Some still
hate gay sex, while others cling desperately to the last shred of their
heterosexuality." Don could not believe what he was hearing. The
last thing on earth he ever wanted to do was touch another man, or have
another man touch him. The narrator continued, "The worst thing is,
Don, that the brain control chip controls erections. They control
yours, and they control whatever partner you're with at the moment.
Of course, sometimes we turn them off. You'll never know if you and
your partner are being controlled or are genuinely aroused. So much
for controlling your manhood, eh Don?" The narrator proceded to let
out a cackle, and the movie ended, the screen retracting to the
ceiling.
Suddenly, a man wearing a white coat and latex gloves walked into the
room. He looked to be one of the persons who ran the clinic. A podium
ascended from the ground, and the man began speaking into the
microphone:
"You've already been welcomed to the United States Gayification
Center, Don, but you have yet to be initiated. Let me introduce
myself. I'm Doctor Michael Evans. All my life, I lusted after
straight men but knew I couldn't have them. That's why I invented
a mind control device. But after years of programming men to be my
lovers, robots who served the sole purpose of pleasing me sexually, I
decided I wanted to devise a system whereby men could be changed from
straight to gay by their own choice eventually. While you're here,
you'll have a choice, but after you leave the mind control devise is
removed and you get to choose whether you want to be straight or gay.
As was already stated, 85% of our graduates choose to remain gay. In
addition, 50% become employees of the Gayification Center after
being.... patients. Enough talk. I know what I want to do." With
that, the Doctor stepped down from the podium and walked over to Don.
Don was sitting as though he were in a dentist's chair. The doctor
straddled him. Don began to panic. He didn't want this man's
penis in his mouth. He didn't want this man's penis in his ass.
He didn't want to kiss this man. It was bad enough gay men were
attracted to him, now a gay man had access to his body and was using it
to get himself off even more. Worst of all, Don's penis began to get
hard due to the damned chip they'd put in his brain. The doctor
licked his hand and wrapped it around Don's penis. Meanwhile, he
unzipped his own pants. With one hand he serviced himself, and with
the other he serviced Don. Although disgusted that another man was
doing the duty of his wife, Don could not help but be aroused by what
was happening. Losing the ability to move his head or eyes, he was
trapped in an uncomfortable stare with the Doctor. The Doctor leaned
toward Don and rested his lips on Don's. He slipped his tongue in,
and Don, not wanted to be punished, kissed him back.
The man smothered Don's lips and neck with many kisses, and Don
thought only of his father. If his father had ever seen him being
jacked off and kissed by another man, he'd have killed himself (not
to mention Don.) Don thought of his high school football team, and of
his wife. He was a gay man's tool right now, and if any of them
could see it. . . Don suddenly became aware of the audience again and
stopped kissing the Doctor back. Unfortunately, this only allowed Don
to become aware of what was happening down below. The doctor stopped
jacking Don off for a second and began rubbing his own penis incredibly
fast and aggressively. Suddenly, cum shot all over Don's body, with
some even hitting him in the face. As disgusting as it was to be hit
with another man's cum, it was about to get worse. The doctor
proceded to rub his ejaculate all over Don's muscles. The glistened
in the doctor's man juice. Finally, the doctor went back to Don's
penis, whose artificial hardness never let up. As it began to feel
good again, Don flashed back to what it used to be like to make love to
his wife. Sometimes he'd come home in a bad mood, and she'd wrap
her arms around him and slowly undress him. He would tell her to stop
but she'd always find a way to get him in the mood. Before the night
was over, he'd be delivering his meat to her; plowing his cock into
her pussy like there was no tomorrow. He always had great stamina.
She'd wrap her arms around him and he would bury his head in her
voluptuous breasts, making himself hornier and hornier. But he could
keep going for a long time. Slowly the cum would accumulate, and his
wife always knew exactly what to do. She would torture her husband by
squeezing down there. This was almost like milking his cum right out
of him, and with some violent thrusts he would spray his fertilizer
into her. As Don got to remembering this part, he let out a groan; he
was cumming not only in his fantasy but in real life too. Somewhere
along the way the doctor had switched from hand to blow job, and the
doctor probed Don's dick with his tongue, making sure every important
drop of Don's delicious cum was swallowed. Sweat and cum drenched
Don's muscular body by now, and as horrible and weird as it had been
with another man, there had been some relief in cumming. All he had to
do was pretend he was doing his wife, and they would never succeed in
making him gay. Don was determined to come out of this straight as an
arrow, and to go back to his family, which probably missed him like
crazy by now. He was determined to fight.
After Don came, the doctor left, and the other prisoners were allowed
to leave as well. Only the naked Don, his erection retained, remained
in the room by himself. He had nothing left to do but wait. He
didn't know where in the Gayification Center he would be brought
next, but with a newfound determination to fight for his masculinity,
he had a new weapon. Unfortunately, it was not quite so hard a weapon
as his shaft, which was a huge reminder that not even the manliest of
men can control himself when it comes to sex.
TO BE CONTINUED. . .