Date: Fri, 18 Jul 2003 14:27:14 -0400
From: danrafe3@hotmail.com
Subject: Recruiting Shawn

This story is a work of fiction.  It contains descriptions of sex between
men.


Recruiting Shawn


I ambled through the center of campus, checking out the possibilities.  The
huge lawn was filled with students everywhere and in almost every state of
(un)dress, all enjoying the hot spring sunshine.  This was the best time of
year, since most of these kids would now be running low on their painfully
hoarded summer cash.  The number of parties exploded at this time too, as
everyone tried to make the most of their last few weeks.  I noticed a small
group of guys sitting around a cooler, shirts off, and I headed in their
direction.

"What's up, fellas," I asked cheerfully.  I got the blankly hostile look of
college age guys being addressed by a stranger.  Moving right along.
"How'd you guys like to earn some fast cash?  My company needs some work
done, and we pay really well.  Come by tomorrow, we're right near campus."
I dropped a pile of business cards on their cooler and walked away.

My office is only a block away from the campus gate, and I was there early.
I didn't expect much, since it was always tricky getting new guys to show
up, but I think one or two may have been interested.  Sure enough, around
eleven one of the boys walked through the door.  He was dressed in total
A&F style, board shorts with a white muscle tee, flip flops and wraparound
shades.  His brown hair was cut in short spikes with blond tips.  In other
words, a walking wet dream.  His name was Shawn.

"I'm glad you came, Shawn, please take a seat." I led him over to my desk
and pulled out the visitor's chair.  "You must be wondering what we do
here, and why I asked you to come." Blank stare.  I passed him a company
brochure and went on.  "We're a film making company, and we need people to
test our new films on.  Kind of like a focus group, or one of those surveys
you get asked to take by people at the mall.  I said we pay very well, and
we do.  If you agree to take the first step in the process today, we'll
give you five hundred dollars." Definite interest.  "Take a look at that
brochure to see what we make." I love the looks on their faces.  From
curiosity to manly outrage in nothing flat.

"This is gay!" he burst out, dropping the pamphlet on my desk.  I held up a
calming hand as he gathered himself to stand.

"Yes, it is Shawn.  We're a gay video company.  Not that we're interested
in you!" I hastened to add (for right now).  "We need to do all kinds of
market research, and one of the most effective ways is to screen random
people.  You're one of hundreds of guys I've asked in here just this
month." I could see he wasn't really reassured, so I hit the money issue.

"I told you five hundred dollars, right?  Well, all you have to do to get
it is sit though one movie and give us some responses.  That's it.  Nothing
more, and then you're out of here with five hundred bucks.  You can deal
with that, right?" Still disgusted, he nevertheless settled down.

"You want in?" A beat.

"Yeah.  I guess," though none too happily.

"Great!  It's not that bad, I promise.  Come this way," I said, leading him
into our viewing room.  A single comfortable chair sat in the middle of the
small room.  A wide screen TV hung on the wall opposite, and a small table
sat next to it.  On the table sat a box of tissues and a machine topped by
a display screen, with several wires running out from the face.  "Sit down,
please, and we'll get this over with." He sat.  I stood by the machine.

"Now Shawn, our research involves measuring your response to the images you
see.  This machine will record your physical reactions.  Ok?" He nodded,
scowling.

"These sensor pads will go on various parts of your body, and your
responses will be displayed on the screen.  It'll look like the heart
monitors you see on ER.  Do you mind if I attach them?" He pulled his shirt
up, baring a beautiful six pack and tiny pink nipples.  I stuck the pads to
his chest, keeping both eyes and hands strictly on my work.  A couple more
sensors went on his temples, leaving only one wire left.  It ended with a
thin loop of Velcro and a loop of stretchy plastic, like a rubber band.  I
held it up to him.

"Now, this is the most important of our sensors.  And it's the one guys
have the most trouble with.  Can you guess where it goes?" A look of pure,
dawning horror as he did.

"Do you think you can handle it?  I'm going to leave the room while you put
it on.  The rubber loop goes around the base of your penis, and the Velcro
strap goes around your scrotum.  This sensor here will measure temperature
and blood flow, and the rubber loop measures penile circumference.  I'll be
back in a minute." I put it down and walked out, shutting the door firmly.
Direct and to the point was best at this stage.  I gave him three minutes,
then knocked and walked back in.  His face was burning red, with either
anger or embarrassment, or both.  More to the point, the wire disappeared
at the top of his waistband, and the display screen showed the proper
information.

"There, all ready now?  It's only for twenty minutes today, then the
movie's over and you're done.  You set to begin?"

"Yes," he growled sullenly.

"Ok.  Off you go." I pressed a button on the machine and the TV lit up.  I
flicked off the lights and walked out as our theme music played in the
background.

At the workstation in the next room I sat down to watch the monitors.  The
movie Shawn was watching played on one side, and the information gathered
by our machine on the other.  That way I can sync his responses to the
stuff on the screen.  Right now the `actors' were going through the usual
stilted dialogue that clutters up every porn movie.  I've been pushing for
straight (no pun intended), no words, no music fuck flicks for years, but
the producers still insist on `character' and `scene.' Whatever.

The pair of young men, about Shawn's age, finally realized that they did
indeed have the hots for each other.  The taller, dark haired one bellied
up to the shorter redhead and started to feel him up.  The monitors
registered an elevated heart rate and the brain activity associated with
revulsion.  All normal there, and it looks like Shawn is an honest to God
straight boy.  How cute.  A further spike of disgust as the duo started to
kiss.

Now is a good time to tell you about an unspoken feature of our machine.
It is a device for measuring responses, and it is used for market testing
our movies.  It also, however, has a little extra feature that I get to use
once in a great while.  Our company specializes in videos starring college
age boys, exactly like Shawn.  Since our customers constantly demand new
`material,' and since the bloom of youth is all too fleeting, we're always
on the lookout for fresh talent.  Unfortunately, finding new gay porn stars
isn't as easy as ordering out of a catalogue, so our research has always
involved recruiting any video tester that shows the appropriate amount of
interest.  Even though we search out the most likely candidates from all
the local colleges, finding new boys is still up to chance.  So, with the
interests of our loyal customers at heart, sometimes we cheat.

Our machine has a series of small electrical stimulators built into the
straps that wrap around the subject's penis.  They can, at appropriate
moments, send slight, unnoticeable electric currents directly into the
nerves responsible for making the cock the irresistible toy that it is.
Like it or not, any boy hooked to our machine can be made to throw a bone,
even to the gayest, most cock slobbering, cum spouting, ass plugging movies
around.  And, the best part is, the body always trumps the brain.  A young
man can be totally disgusted by what he's seeing and still have the most
intense orgasm of his life to date.  And once they get through the first
time, once the mental barrier to gay sex is broken, they can be taught that
pleasure is pleasure, no matter what the source, and oh by the way why not
come work for us?  Underhanded, yes, but we've never had a complaint.

On the screen the fully clothed dark haired guy was on his knees, giving
the naked redhead a highly skilled blowjob, casting enormous dark eyes
adoringly upward as he fondled his partner's balls and ass.  Shawn's signs
had settled down into stoic boredom, showing no interest or involvement
with the movie.  I pushed a dial up to notch one and watched the screen.

At first, nothing happened.  Then, slowly, the heart rate started to climb
and the penile blood flow to increase.  Right now, in the dark, gay porn
filled room next door, Shawn was sprouting wood.  His brain waves indicated
confusion, and alarm.  He was probably trying to get rid of it, thinking
about something else, but the electric current pouring into his dick kept
it hard.  The movie screen showed the dark haired man bent over the back of
a couch, just now taking his friend's massive cock up his ass.  I rolled
the dial up to two.  The panting of the boys on screen would be filling the
room, impossible to ignore.

Shawn's readings showed that his agitation level was gradually dropping.
Confusion remained, accompanied by a little shock and a growing activity in
the pleasure center of his brain.  His automatic, completely animal
impulses were kicking in, and I imagine that his cock was pulsing and
leaking.  Level three followed as the redhead set off to give the other boy
a spectacular fucking.

I kept the machine at level three while the redhead settled into his
rhythm.  At that level Shawn's penis would be supremely sensitive and would
react to any feeling, no matter how slight.  Even the brush of his boxers
as they tented around that iron rod would now send unstoppable waves of
pleasure burning through his body.  Cranking it up to level four would risk
sending him over the edge before the end of the movie, and I wanted to time
it just right.

The redhead was getting close.  His back writhed as he bucked his cock deep
inside his friend.  The dark haired boy's rigid dick was visible between
their legs, pointing straight down the back of the couch, rubbing against
the cloth with each thrust from the rear.  His cries would be spiraling up
toward the shrill keen of release.  I rolled the dial up to four.

Shawn's monitor showed only pleasure.  The penile circumference read eight
inches.  He must be packing a monster down in those boardies.  The camera
zoomed in for a close up of the dark haired boy's dick, still trapped
pointing down against the couch.  The fat cock head danced on the screen,
the piss slit gaping open.  In the viewing room his breathless cries of
animal heat would be reverberating through the panels of hidden speakers,
vibrating Shawn's body at a primal level.  A sudden spike of alarm on the
monitor as the toyboy's cock finally blew, wave after wave of thick white
cream blasting down the back of the couch.  The camera pulled back to show
the dark haired boy up on his toes, grinding his ass back onto the
redhead's pole.  Shawn's heart was pounding and the line measuring activity
in the pleasure center was a blur of jagged spikes.

The dial clicked to a stop at five, just as the redhead's butt thrust back
at the camera.  Cut to a side view of his enormous, juicy pole jetting
streams of cum all over the other boy's back and ass.  Thick splats of jizz
fired between his spread cheeks, one scoring a perfect bull's eye through
the gaping wide love tunnel.  Then, just as that mouth watering fountain
was trickling down to empty, the orgasm alarm flashed on Shawn's monitor.
The sensors recorded massive surges in his pleasure center, heart rate, and
penis girth as his cock let fly.  The experience must have been one of the
most intense in his life.  The machine recorded eight major ejaculations
and a long string of aftershocks, in total lasting almost two minutes.  I
powered down the machine.

The movie ended and I switched off Shawn's screen from my workstation.  I
let him have a full five minutes alone in the darkened viewing room,
leaving him alone to come down from his post-orgasmic high.  I walked out
to the hall and knocked lightly.

"Ya, uhm, yeah," asked a testosterone choked voice.  I walked in to stand
by the machine, carrying a clipboard.  His face was flushed and sweaty, and
his eyes were a little wild.  All of the wires were piled on top of the
machine, and his shorts were rumpled but dry.  I went through the ten
standard questions that we ask all of our reviewers, and his answers were
all over the place.  He was clearly unsettled, and I took pity.

"Well, thank you very much, Shawn.  Your responses to our movie will be
very helpful.  I believe I owe you this," I asked lightly, setting a pile
of fifties on the table.  He snatched them up and stood, hurrying toward
the door.

"Oh, Shawn?" He hesitated.  "You're more than welcome to come back anytime.
We find repeat viewership helps us focus our questions." He fled.

I started to tidy up the viewing room, readying for our next guest.  As I
swabbed the sensor pads with disinfectant, I noticed a huge wad of sodden
tissues hidden under the chair.  I smiled.  He'll be back.


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