dupuy@hudson.cs.columbia.edu (Alexander Dupuy) (07/30/90)
This is an old net posting that I saved back in May of 1986, if the timestamps on the files are right. I don't have the original author or posting info - would someone like to claim the credit for this? ESSENCE I'm sure everyone remembers that Saturday night back in September of 2049 when we first caught sight of him, the only one that anyone ever talks about at the backroom of the Electrode (not the old one down on Folsom) but the new four story basement number down at Third and Townsend. All the leathermen forgot themselves the moment he walked in the bar that night, strutting in through the security system as if it wasn't capable of administering a lethal jolt at all. It was frightening to see how pure his essence of sex and control exuded from every inch of his seven foot frame, with its rock hard, squared off muscles framing the peizioquartz-studded reptile skins that adorned his all too perfect body. The slick reptilian skins clung so tightly to his lower body that one could swear his veins could be seen beneath them, calmly pumping the blood of the gods, as well as the distinct outlines of an enormous uncut cock, with its accompanying set of fist-sized testicles held tight in a codpiece framed by quartz bolts. His upper torso made the exaggerations of old Tom of Findland drawings (the ones before Armageddon I) seem like understatement. Fanning down from that massive chest was fur, the likes of which we had never seen before, velvet, yet spiky, like his close cropped hair and beard, all in deep rich shade of blood-maroon. His hair color was a strangely disquieting contrast to his deep olive tan, especially under his sweating armpits, where the moist hair, glistening skin and sharp man-odor could cause hallucinations of some alien rainforest. But his eyes! More than just mechanical replacements, his corneas glowed amber over his chrome contacts, and gave his confident stare an allure that could suck the soul out of a minor saint. It was, of course, deathly quiet, with the faint roar of traffic overhead like white noise above the building as he turned, sized up the bar, and accosted the bartender. In a deep, rich, vocodor voice, he calmly asked the dumbstruck bartender for a beer. "Any beer. It all tastes like shit nowdays, don't it, bartender, my good ace fuck?" The bartender did not respond to this odd request, of course. He had fallen to his knees, and was silently crapping in his brand new lucite Pogo-humpers, much to the amusement of Essence. After Essence had grabbed his beer from the flabbergasted bartender, he decided to make a round of the Electrode, not an easy task for anyone at that time of day, with the thousands of boisterous and horny leathermen in a constant flow throughout the myriad chambers of the cavernous bar and fuck palace. And being seven feet tall and the hottest man in town didn't help him navigate, either. As he wound his way down the steel ramps and corridors of the lower levels, he was constantly rubbed and groped by those lucky patrons close enough to reach his hard and sweaty flesh. And for those unfortunate enough not to have reached him when they first caught sight, there was a growing horde, following him in a tight mass, as he calmly shoved his way down into the lowest chamber of all, the Thermal Grotto. He had never been to the Electrode before, and yet his sense of smell, his clairvoyance for finding the most intense sex possible, guided him easily towards the voluptuous repast that awaited in this, the ultimate back room of the 21st century. The Thermal Grotto was one of those places that can't be described in terms of length, width or height, but more correctly in terms of vortices of fuck energy. There were platforms and spotlights for the voyeurs and exhibitionists, free-form slings and hammocks of shiny metal and soft, bestial leather in which all types of unnatural activities could (and did) take place. And then there were the Plugs, the items that made the Electrode famous. Hanging throughout the Thermal Grotto were long electric cords with head plugs in each of them, ready to fasten directly into everyone's regulation sensory stimulus modules. Unlike the regular garden variety, used to calm workers at the end of a hectic day in the sprawling megalopolis that was San-Angeles, each one of these plugs triggered a different response area in the brain's sensory centers. And to make things more interesting for the patrons, they occasionally would shift their sensory output, as if at random, causing totally unknown and random shifts of sexual energy within each rabidly sexual man in the room. An innocent walking into this chamber would think he had entered the 13th circle of Hell. But the initiates, to a man, were in heaven. The surge-jockeys had just played a particularly steamy and sensual wrestle fuck number, and had just settled down into a low grope to give the patrons a slight respite, when Essence finally walked into the room.... They gasped at what had just walked through the door, and prepared their boards for a hot sensory overload. As if by cue, Essence jumped up onto one of the central platforms, and stood there, checking out the electronically induced orgy in progress. The thermal shifters began a slow, tingling freezeburn in cadence with the subsonic music, burning the skin and punching the prostrate glands of the crowd packed tightly around Essence. That throbbing must have affected him too, because, even though he hadn't plugged himself in, you could tell he was getting excited. He stood there, on that platform, and just stared out into space, with a big evil grin on his face, and slowly gave himself an erection, the likes of which we had never seen before. The quartz bolts in his codpiece started popping off, one by one, to the beat of the growling electronics, and you could see that massive rod start to pour out, then rise up straight into the air, followed at last by a huge, hairy basket of nuts that caused the codpiece to drop to the floor. It never got there, though. There must have been at least 40 men trying to eat it all at once, and I guess they must have, because the commotion died down quickly, as everyone stood in awe of the newly unveiled weapons above their heads. For the first time since he had climbed up to the platform, Essence moved something else besides his cock. He slowly reached down and firmly grasped the throbbing veined shaft of his arm-long tool. That fucker was so big, that even he couldn't get his hand around the whole thing, and it shuddered up a drop of pre-cum that drooled through his dangling foreskin as he slowly pulled the foreskin back. The head of that dick almost glowed as it came into view, and I swear, you could almost smell that hot cheese on the other side of the room. But when that massive head was finally exposed all the way, the remaining skin slapped down on the shaft audibly, and caused that mushroom head to swell up even more. Then, as I stood there, totally transfixed along with the rest of the boys, he grabbed me by the hair, and pulled me up there with him, into the spotlight. After a deep hard wet kiss and a thumb up my butt, he whispered in my ear: "There's nothing I can do that's going to get you ready for what I have coming to you. So you'd better let go, darlin', or it'll kill you." So there I was, up on the platform with the most impossibly gorgeous man I had ever seen, his thumb up my butt, and his enormous rod throbbing against my back. The crowd roared for a show. Swiftly, he moved me over to a waiting sling, where he methodically began to prepare me for a sight and sense spectacular for the drooling masses below. For starters, he plugged a Plug into my head, sending me immediately into a low, droning mood of sexual readiness. He took a number of the other hanging plugs and deftly wrapped the cords around my ankles, wrists and neck, slapping his tool across my heaving chest the entire time. By then, I was hard as a rock, and my virgin asshole was pulsating in time to the music, impatient for the abuse it knew it was going to get. Essence stopped for a moment to admire his handiwork, thought for a moment, and then wrapped some more plugs around my chest in such a fashion as to squeeze my poor nipples tightly. He then too k the ends of the plugs in his teeth, and yanked the ends of them off, leaving the exposed bare wires there to spark in the dim light. With a laugh and a growl, he bent over, sucked hard on each nipple, and then wrapped both of the bare wires around each nipple. The crackle of electricity charged across my chest as I screamed in agony and ecstasy, going over the edge of sensory comprehension into some other realm of existence. The crowd roared its approval. Then, as soon as I had adjusted to this new plateau of stimuli, he shoved his monster down my throat. I barely had time to breath in a lungful before he started rhythmically shoving that uncut meat up and down my throat, tearing at the lining of my esophagus. At the same time, he was working a wire trip on my straining cock and balls, while sucking voraciously on them at the same time. I could feel his massive heart pounding on my defenseless abdomen, and was helpless to stop it. (As if I wanted to!) A few moments later, the jolt hit my crotch, and the involuntary scream I generated shoved his entire cock out of my throat in an explosion of mucus and a low, moaning animal howl that reverberated off the walls of the Thermal Grotto. Essence stood back, along with the crowd, to watch my body pulsate in an inhuman, technologically induced series of spasms. It must have been fascinating to see me arch and shiver there in the dim spotlight. But again, I was able to adjust, and sure enough, he was there again with a new surprise to send me over the edge again. He bent over my twisting torso again, and gave me a smile, and shoved his hot tongue down my throat. Then, with a big grin, he stared intensely into my eyes as he spit on his cock, spun me around, and prepared to shove that meat into me. The mob was beyond control, but the throbbing electronics just kept on getting stronger....... I was frantic. Was it the electricity pulsing through my body? Was it the wires holding me fast to the sling? Was it the throbbing electronics in the air around me or the sweating, humping horde of men below? No way. I didn't notice any of that with Essence staring hard and greedily at my helpless figure as he smacked his elegant and huge cock against my puckering asshole. All I could see and hear was his massive presence, just standing there in all of his mastery, teasing my poor hole with that member that I wanted more than life itself. I could tell he would continue with his taunting, a leer on his face, waiting for the right moment to plunge into me without mercy. I wanted it so bad that my insides began to ache and itch for that fullness that only he could provide. I couldn't stand watching him there waiting for the moment that would send me into oblivion. I closed my eyes, to give my fevered brain some relief, when suddenly, I heard him spit, and my asshole felt suddenly warm and moist. I heard the crowd roar, and then I lost all touch with the world as my sphincter was suddenly stretched to its furthest limit, and my insides were filled with the burning fullness that I had gone crazy waiting for. But it was too much! I began to panic, fearing that my body was about to be ripped apart, that I was being split open, that I would spout blood from my mouth and eyes. He laughed at my panic, and said "I warned you, handsome devil, that there was nothing I could do that would get you ready for that, so I might as well keep bashing in. You've got me so fuckin tuned that I may do it all this ace hot night." He bent over and planted a wet one on me, pushing the wires deeper into my tortured torso, and sending his monster cock further into my struggling torso. But it didn't hurt any more. I wanted more, and he knew it, as he began to plunge deeper and deeper into me, harder and harder, until I could feel those big nuts of his swinging and slapping up against my sweaty butt. But just then, my eyes rolled back, and I went somewhere else.......... When I awoke, I was no longer being violated by Essence's monster cock, and the electrodes had been removed as well. But I couldn't move a fucking muscle, save for my eyeballs that were still trying to get used to their new surroundings. I tried to let out a groan, as if to let somebody know that I was alive, but my mouth was sealed shut, as if it had been glued or sewn shut, and not an ounce of air could escape. I then tried to release the same moan through my nose, only to find out that my breathing was being regulated by some outside force. I breathed in when the air was forced in, and I exhaled when it was sucked out. I panicked momentarily, trying to regain some semblance of control over my bodily functions, only to find that by struggling, the air was sucked completely out of my lungs, and no fresh air was returned. I learned almost immediately to relax, to give in, and that I now had no control over anything, except my choice to live, and to accept the fact tat I was totally at the will of an outside force. I then began to realize that I was utterly alone, wherever I was, and that my only company was that of the mechanical devices regulating my bodily functions. 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