The teenagers’ weekend party turned into almost a gang rape; then the electrostimulation kit appeared, and things got really weird. Part 4/4
Mike, who had been hunched over a half-eaten slice, slammed it down on the box. “No,” he said, his voice flat. “That’s insane. You’re talking about— what? Mass brainwashing? This is not some game, Olga. That thing— it changed your brains.”
He looked at them, at the raw, unshielded need in their eyes, and a genuine fear, cold and sharp, cut through him. He looked at the other boys. He wasn’t alone in that fear. They were the shepherds who had accidentally opened the gates to some pulsating, electric Eden, and the lambs had transformed into predators.
Olga simply tilted her head, her gaze moving from Mike’s face down to the tightening denim at his crotch. “Brainwashed? Or just awakened? Tell me, Mike, honestly. You’re scared, but you’re also turned on! You cannot hide it from me!”
At that moment, Rick, who had been silent the whole time, said, looking a little flustered.
“Um, Donald… This electrostim thing… It isn’t just for girls, right? It should have electrodes for men, too…”
Donald shrugged. “Yeah, it does… Why?” Then his eyes widened. “Don’t tell me you want to…”
Rick shrugged, too. “What else? It’s only natural. Old-style men stand no chance in this world of electrified vixens. But what if we, too?…”
Sam shuddered. “Bro, you saw how it hit them! I don’t think I want to be electrocuted that hard!”
“You can stay behind then, loser, haha!”
Liza’s laughter was a sharp, bright thing that cut through the tension. She walked over to Rick, her movements liquid and sure, and ran a single fingernail from his collarbone down to the waistband of his jeans. The shudder that wracked his frame was visible to everyone.
“See? He’s already imagining it,” she purred. “Imagine what you could be. The strength you already have, amplified. Endurance that never fades. Pleasure so intense you could tear down walls with it. Ability to really satisfy any of us! We don’t want slaves, boys. We want male gods to join our new pantheon.”
The word hung in the air: gods. The sheer audacity of it was breathtaking. The boys stared, a mix of terror and a dawning, terrifying fascination in their eyes.
“It’s a trap,” Tom insisted, but his voice lacked conviction. “They’ll— they’ll make it hurt, as revenge.”
Maya walked over to him, and the floor creaked softly under her bare feet. “Oh, it’s going to hurt, sweetheart,” she whispered, her voice a silken caress. She leaned in close, her lips brushing his ear. “The way the burn in your muscles feels… You are going to cry, and you will never forget it! But,” she grinned, “you will LOVE it!”
“Okay.” Sam stood up and began undressing. “Let’s get it, or die trying, as they say. Rick is right. Otherwise, we will be no better than sex toys to them. And maybe to the rest of the world soon.” His words spurred Nick, and then, one by one, the rest. Resistance was not just futile; it felt— mundane. The old world of simple couplings and fleeting climaxes seemed gray and lifeless in comparison to the vivid, electric universe the girls now inhabited.
***
Donald flipped through the manual. The girls crowded around him, skin to skin, their sexual tension feeding off each other, creating an almost visible aura of energy around them. Nick watched them, saw their bright-eyed concentration, the slight, constant trembling of their limbs from the overload of sensation.
“It is like that, I think,” Donald explained, pointing to a diagram. “We need to rearrange the pads and use a specific electrode for, uh, urethral insertion. The book says it intensifies the— male climax.” He said the word ‘climax’ with an almost religious reverence. “The rest should be the same. Four levels of intensity, with heavy metal on third, and trance on fourth, and the overdrive at the end. Do you remember it all?”
“By heart!” Maya purred. “I peeked over your shoulder while you were converting the girls. Like a breeze!”
“Okay.” He stood up and took a deep breath. “There are four sets and eight of us. Who’d be the first pack of guinea pigs?” He giggled nervously. “To become sex gods or fry our brains!”
“Let’s draw straws.”
A few minutes later, four boys were lying together, wired very much like the girls before them, just with additional thin wires sticking out of their erect cocks.
“Level one,” Maya announced, flipping the switch.
The boys shuddered. The warmth, the tingling, the tickling that was spreading through their bodies… It all wasn’t unpleasant, but it felt quite strange. Like most men, they were accustomed to their pleasure being focused in their dicks only. This was… different. It came from everywhere, but was centering slowly in their cocks and scrotums. Wow. So all those talks about prostate stimulation were true!
“T-two,” Maya said, increasing the intensity.
The change was swift and brutal. The gentle hum coalesced into a throbbing, insistent pressure in their groins. It was like a vise, slowly but steadily tightening around the base of their cocks. Not painful, but deeply, unnervingly intimate, a forced arousal that bypassed their brains.
“Whoa! This is…” Rick gasped, trying and failing to buck his hips away from the sensation. His cock, already hard, jumped, straining against an invisible force. His orgasm was painfully strong; he shot his cum high and rich, around the electrode in his urethra, and remained rock hard. “It doesn’t go down!”
The others responded similarly, their bodies convulsing as the current forced them into a state of peak excitement. Moans, grunts, and groans filled the room.
“Ready for some music, boys?” Nina laughed, picking the same metal track that had made the girls squeal, and turned the volume to the maximum.
The girls watched with a predatory fascination as the boys’ bodies responded to the savage, sonic assault translated into pure electric violence. A high-pitched, piercing note from a shrieking guitar solo sent visible spasms across their chests. The deep, slamming rhythm of the double-bass drums became a rapid-fire series of punishing jolts to their prostate and the nerve endings of their cocks, making them all ejaculate again.
“Aaaah! The fuck! Stoooooop!” Sam cried out, a string of curses mixed with grunts of forced pleasure as a cymbal crash sent a searing jolt through the sensitive crown of his dick. His cock flexed as if in an angry spasm. He had no more cum, so it was a dry orgasm, but a fierce one. And another. And another.
Other boys also growled and moaned, thrashing on the bed, spasming and convulsing. Their whole bodies burned with painful pleasure. “Is… Is it how girls feel all the time?” Sam thought, before the next orgasm swept all thoughts from his mind. He felt utterly powerless.
“Level four!” Liza announced when the metal track ended. “Time for the real deal! Trance!”
The four boys lay panting, their skin covered in a sheen of sweat. They looked at each other, faces contorted, eyes wild, drooling from the over-sensitization. The gentle, repetitive melody of trance music started, with its deep bass.
The boys moaned as the electric current started its new dance, not with pain, but with an overwhelming, insidious pleasure. It was different for them, deeper, not as much surface nerve stimulation, more internal. The slow, four-on-the-floor beat translated into a long, drawn-out pulse deep within them, starting low and swelling with each measure, a slow, inevitable build-up of energy in their core. It was a massive wave of pressure, growing and growing, stretching their capacity for sensation to a screaming limit. They arched, their backs bowing, their hands fisting at their sides.
“H-h-hoooo…” Donald gasped, the air forced from his lungs. The build-up was unlike anything he had ever conceived. The tension wasn’t just in their groin; it filled their entire torso, their thighs, their very body. And when the release came, it was like an avalanche. “Aaargh!..” He stared up with unseeing eyes while his body exploded in such a burst of pleasure that dimmed all his previous orgasms. He drooled and pissed himself, like other boys, but they did not notice it. They were completely immersed in an ocean of ecstasy, sinking deeper and deeper. And each beat of the music hit them with another wave of pleasure.
The girls squealed, fascinated, watching them. This male response was different from what they’d felt. Where they had been overwhelmed into a white-out of seizures, the boys were being remade from the inside out. Their muscles bulged and twitched, not in violent spasms, but with a new, barely contained power. The current was sculpting them. A sheen of something like oil seemed to rise on their skin; their cocks, somehow still impossibly hard, seemed to have grown thicker, engorged with this new, dark energy.
By the time the track ended, the boys were writhing in a slow, steady rhythm. They have passed out, but their bodies were still twitching to the beat.
“The show is over!” Maya turned the dial down and turned to the second group of speechless boys. “I think it’s worked! Carry them off to sleep, and it’s your turn next!”
When the second group awakened, a full hour later, their reaction was the same as that of the girls and their friends. A silent, stunned realization, their senses newly online, their world a riot of intense, vibrant input. Rick, the one who had asked for it, sat up slowly, his head cocked as if listening to a new dimension of sound. He ran a hand down his own chest, and the sheer, electric pleasure of it made his own vision blur. The other three were equally mesmerized, exploring their new reality with tentative, then increasingly confident touches – avoiding touching each oher, though.
They heard the choir of passionate moans from the next room. They barely had time to orient before three girls jumped on them.
“I can’t wait any longer!” Liz gasped. “They’ve been fucking for an hour already! I want my share! Fuck us, boys!”
They all became entangled in an orgasmic pile. The boys picked the nearest available hole and thrust with savage energy. They fucked long and hard, and orgasmed dry and powerfully. Then they changed places. And the feast just did not end! The world became a simple, repeating loop of pleasure: thrust, grunt, convulse, change holes, and thrust again. They came for an hour, and the girls still begged for more. And they gave them more.
***
Three hours later, they were finally satisfied. The two groups had merged, and the orgasmic frenzy had changed to a calming exchange of touches and kisses. They ordered more pizza and beer – they needed to replenish their energy. The deliveries came in two batches; the couriers were a boy and a girl, not much older than them. As it was their last delivery of the shift, they were easily persuaded to stay and experience this wonderful sexual treatment. Both of them were left in the bedroom to recharge after electroshocks. Their pack had expanded again. It was getting bigger. Good.
“So… what’s the plan now?” Pete asked, wiping sweat from his forehead, a pizza crust in his grip.
“The plan is to live,” Olga answered, as she took next slice out of the box and began eating it slowly, with visible pleasure.
“How?”
“Simple, I think.” Donald leaned back, looking at the growing circle of their enhanced friends. “Stay naked, keep fucking, keep bringing new members. Let’s release the instructions on the internet now, and I bet we’ll have hundreds if not thousands of new groups abroad by morning.”
“Um… Your parents are returning tomorrow morning!” Rick reminded.
“So what?” Donald grinned. “They’re cool people, my parents. Where do you think they were off? To a big sex club, haha! I’m sure they’ll be eager to join us!”
“And then we won’t have to hide it!” Jenny added. “Let the neighbors watch! The world is going to change!”
“A global, permanent orgy!” Rick stated.
“Perhaps we’ll even go back to school in a week or so,” Maya said, stretching with a dreamy smile. “We still have to study, and then work. It’ll just be… a different kind of school.”
They imagined it. Everyone’s naked, orgies at breaks, teachers fucking students, everyone glowing with desire. And the same thing occurring on the streets, in offices, everywhere! They shuddered with a shared thrill. A new world, full of raw passion, unshackled lust, endless pleasure. There would be pain, but in that newfound, twisted dimension of the senses, pain and pleasure were now just different dialects of the same delicious language.
Nina leaned against him, her head on his shoulder, and a current passed between them that had nothing to do with the electrodes. She looked at him, her dark eyes pools of endless need and a new, terrifying power. “What we were before… it feels like a dream. A boring, grey dream. This is real.”
So they did their best to write several versions of the tantalizing instructions, added fresh-made photos and videos, and spread it to every porn site and social network they knew. Then they engaged in a slow, delightful orgy that lasted until Donald’s parents returned.
The parents were stunned and disturbed by the sight, of course, but, as he said, they were eager to try it too. And it worked, of course.
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