Date: Tue, 27 Apr 2004 08:23:44 EDT
From: Justin0398@aol.com
Subject: Special Secrets: Motorcycle Commando by Justin Davis (T,mast,oral,anal)

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Special Secrets: Motorcycle Commando
By
Justin Davis


Fifteen year old Jason Grayson, dressed in the usual baggy T shirt, baggy
shorts, and trainers, set at the console of the Master Blaster game
located near the entrance way to the Happy Time Video Arcade and punched
the buttons rapidly.

"Damn!" he exclaimed, having just gotten wiped out three hundred points
short of his highest score.

Jason reached into the pocket of his baggy shorts to pull out another
token and noticed one if classmates, fifteen year old Billy Mason, enter
the arcade.

"Hey Billy! Sup?" Jason asked.

"Oh, not much," the buzzed-cut red head replied.

"I just crapped out on this game. You wanna go one on one in some
Commando Raid?" Jason asked.

"Uh, nah! I got something else I'm supposed to do. Thanks though," Billy
said and walked toward the counter were the manager of the Arcade, a guy
in his early twenties everyone just knew as Scott, was sorting out some
stacks of tokens.

Jason shrugged his shoulders, brushed his long blonde locks out of his
face, and then inserted another token in the machine and began to play.
Out of the corner of his eye, Jason noticed Billy was engaged in some
kind of intense conversation with Scott and he began to divide his
attention between the game he was playing and watching the two. As he
did so, he noticed Scott take a chain from around his neck, from which
hung a key, and give it to Billy, who obviously said something in
response. Then, Billy headed back toward the hall area where Jason knew
the restrooms were located.

Again, Jason shrugged his shoulders and focused his attention back upon
the game he was playing not really thinking much about Billy until almost
and hour later when, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Billy
walking past him headed out of the Arcade. Billy seemed to be walking
strange, almost as if he was unsteady on his feet.

"Hey Billy!" Jason hollered, causing the boy to stop and turn around and
look at him. "You okay?" Jason asked.

"Uh, yeah! Billy replied, his eyes obviously blood shot and traces of
tearstains on his cheeks.

"You don't look so good, man," Jason commented.

"No, I'm okay. I gotta go. I'll see you later," Billy replied, and
turned and headed somewhat unsteadily out the door of the arcade rubbing
his butt.

For a moment, Jason wondered what could have happened to cause Billy to
seem so out of it. Then, deciding he needed to pee before he left the
arcade, Jason hopped down off of the stool upon which he sat and headed
back toward the restrooms.

It wasn't until he was heading down the small hall that Jason noticed
there was a door at the end of the hall where there hadn't been one
before a month ago when he last came to the arcade. Upon the door were
the huge letters "Private" in bright red paint.

Again, Jason shrugged his shoulders and entered through the door of the
men's restroom, walked over to the urinal, pulled down his shorts, and
then aimed his circumcised, four-inch, flaccid penis at the urinal and
began to pee.

The whole next week Jason really didn't give the whole incident with
Billy much thought, that is not until the next Saturday afternoon when
Billy again showed up at the arcade again and obtained the key from Scott
then disappeared again. This time, Billy played one of the pin ball
machines and watched the time closely. Thirty minutes passed, then
almost an hour.

Concerned about Billy, Jason abandoned the pinball machine and headed
back toward where the restrooms were, thinking that maybe Billy was sick
in the restroom or something. Then, just as Jason was about to push the
door open to the restroom, he thought he heard faint noises coming from
behind the door marked "Private."

Quickly, Jason turned toward the door, went up to it and tried the knob.
It was locked. Then, he put his ear up to the door and listened.
Faintly, Jason heard what sounded like the sound of a motorcycle. For
awhile, Jason listened and it sounded as though the motorcycle was
alternately racing and slowing down then going full speed again.
Suddenly, the motor stopped altogether.

"You have failed again," a barely audible male voice said.

"Oh no! No!" a much younger voice replied.

Even though the voice was barely audible Jason recognized that it was
Billy's.

Then, there were more muffled sounds from Billy Jason couldn't make out.
What happened next, though, sent chills down Jason's spine.

At first, there was the muted sound of Billy crying. Then, there was a
faint scream and the crying immediately became hysterical bawling.

"Oh gosh! Oh gosh! Jason exclaimed as he headed back down the hall.

Once he got back out into the game room, Jason plopped himself down upon
one of the stools in front of one of the machines and sat there breathing
heavily. The muted bawling coming from behind the door sounded as though
Billy was being murdered and Jason could only imagine what horrible thing
was happening to Billy.

For almost another half-hour Jason sat worrying about his friend. Then,
Billy was at the counter again and handing the key back to the young man
named Scott. That done, he turned to head out of the arcade.

Jason noticed that as before Billy was walking strangely as if in a
daze. Again, there were tear stains on his cheeks and his eyes were
bloodshot. Obviously, he had been crying awfully badly for his face to
look like it did.

"Billy! Billy! Are you okay?" Jason asked, having walked toward Billy and
then grabbing him by the shoulders.

"Uh yeah! I'll be okay, I gotta go!" Billy replied, and tried pull away.

"What the fuck is goin on back there in that room?" Jason asked.

"Uh nothin! Now let me go!" Billy replied.

"You better tell me, man! I'm gonna tell the police or somethin if you
don't," Jason said.

"No! You can't do that! It's okay, really!" Billy said, a look of fear
on his face.

"You better tell me!" Jason replied.

"I can't. It's a secret. I'm not the only one. It's a game, that's
all," Billy replied.

"What kind of fucking game makes you holler and cry like that?" Jason
asked.

"Look, ask Scott. I can't say nothin," Billy said, and tore away from
Jason and hurriedly walked halfway bow-legged out the door or the arcade.

Jason hung around one of the machines a bit until Scott was unoccupied at
the counter then walked over to the counter.

"I wanna play the game," Jason said, walking up to the tall, skinny,
blonde.

"What game?" Scott said.

"The special game back there," Jason said, motioning toward the hall
where the locked door was.

"You can't," Scott replied.

"Why not?" Jason asked.

"Because you just can't," Scott replied.

"Look, either I get to play the game or I'm gonna tell the cops something
strange is going on here," Jason threatened.

"You wouldn't do that," Scott replied, panic in his voice.

"Try me!" Jason replied.

"Okay, look. I close at eight. Come back then," Scott said.

"Fine! I'll be here," Jason replied, then turned and left the arcade.

"Colonel, we've got another one," Scott said over the phone moments
later.

"Do you think he fits the bill?" the Colonel asked.

"Yes sir. He's in here all the time and holds the record on quite a few
games in here. He's as good as Richard, maybe even better," Scott
replied.

"Fine, show him just enough to whet his appetite," the Colonel replied.

"Yes sir. I will. He's coming back later after I close," Scott said.

"Good, let me know how it comes out corporal," the Colonel said.

"Yes sir! I will. Goodbye sir!" Scott said.

"Goodbye corporal," the Colonel replied, and hung up the phone.

As he had said he would, Jason showed back up at the arcade around
closing time and once Scott had shooed the customers out and closed and
locked the door he asked Jason to follow him to the private room.

"Holy shit!" Jason exclaimed, when the locked door was opened and he saw
the contraption sitting on the floor in the middle of the room.

"Yes, it is something isn't it?" Scott replied.

"Yeah! It's something else!" Jason said starting at the huge
contraption. "What is it?" he then asked.

"It's a simulator for a new type of combat motorcycle the military is
developing. As you can see, from the wrap around plasma video display,
it is virtual reality all the way," Scott said, motioning toward the
display with his hand.

"Where are the wheels?" Jason asked.

"Well, since it's a simulator, those hydraulic tubes you see at the front
and back move it in various positions much like an aircraft simulator.
Really, it's almost impossible to tell once your are on the thing that
it's not real. Even the sound seems real," Scott replied.

"Where's the seat?" Jason asked.

"Well, there isn't one. Come on and I'll show you," Scott replied, and
closed the door to the room behind the two of them.

Jason walked over with Scott and stood by the futuristic looking
contraption.

"How do you ride the damn thing?" Jason asked.

"Well, you see how most of length of the top of the cycle is molded like
the shape of the top part of a human body. You can see where the chin
rests into that part up there and how the top part of your body rests
here. Your legs on each side of the bike go into the part of the form
that flares downward and your feet are inserted into those stirrup like
things on each side where they rest upon the clutch and shift levers."
Scott replied.

"How come you don't fall off of the thing?" Jason asked.

"Well, once your hands are on the controls up front, and your feet are on
the clutch and shit levers these things are activated and your hands and
feet are locked into place onto the controls," Scott said pointing out
the foam padded bands. "Then, from the openings, like this one here,
padded bands come out and hold the legs and upper body in place," he
added.

"So, even though your head down and butt up like on a regular fast bike
you can't fall off?" Jason replied.

"Right," Scott replied.

"I wanna try it," Jason said.

"Do you know how to ride a motorcycle?" Scott asked.

"Yeah, I ride my cousin's Honda all the time," Jason replied.

"Well, I can put it on demo mode I guess," Scott replied.

"What's these things?" Jason asked, pointing to the metal circles that
dotted the bottom of the body mold-like seat.

"Those are sensors. They monitor blood pressure, heart rate, and do all
kinds of things," Scott replied.

"And this?" Jason asked, pointing to an oblong slit located about where
someone's groin would have rested.

"Well, that will become obvious if you really want to try it," Scott
replied.

"I wanna do it!" Jason said.

"Okay, champ! Strip naked and climb on. I'll set the thing up," Scott
replied.

"Strip naked?" Jason exclaimed.

"Well, duh! How do you think the sensors are gonna work unless they can
contact your skin. You aren't a wus about being naked are you?" Scott
said.

"Uh, no!" Jason replied.

"Then strip while I set the thing up," Scott replied, and began to walk
over toward the computer console that controlled the machine.

Out of the corner of his eye, Scott glanced approvingly as Jason removed
his clothes. The kid's flaccid peter was more than ample for the machine
to have fun with in the demo mode and he knew that Jason was in for a
motorcycle ride like none he never had experienced in his life. In fact,
only a handful of guys, himself included, had experienced what Jason was
about experience.

While Scott busied himself at the control console a naked Jason crawled
up on to the futuristic motorcycle and lay down.

"It's sure not very comfortable. These metal things are cold and my dick
and balls are mashed against the thing," he remarked.

"It'll get better in a sec. Put your hands on the controls on the
handlebar and your feet in the stirrup compartments," Scott replied.

Jason did as he was told and a humming sound came from the contraption.
Soon it felt as though the part of the form in which his upper body
rested was adjusting itself. Which, of course, it was.

"Oh gosh!" Jason exclaimed, as the round metal sensors became pleasantly
warm and adjusted themselves so that each of his nipples and his "outtie"
navel rested upon a sensor while others made contact with other parts of
his upper body. "Hey! What's goin on?" he then exclaimed, as the oblong
slit underneath his groin opened up and swallowed his dick and balls and
then closed firmly around them.

"The cycle is adjusting itself to your body. Feel more comfortable now?"
Scott asked from behind the control console.

"Uh, yeah. I guess," Jason replied.

"Okay, everything is set I think. All we need to do is put the helmet on
you and we should be ready to go," Scott said, as he walked toward the
cycle holding a helmet in his hands from which a cable made up of a
bundle of wires trailed.

"What's that for?" Jason asked as Scott walked toward him.

"It's got sensors in it to monitor your brain waves and stuff," Scott
replied.

"It ain't gonna hurt me or nothin is it?" Jason asked.

"No, it doesn't do anything that's painful at all," Scott replied.

Jason remained still while Scott placed the helmet on his head and
tightened the strap. Then, he watched as Scott walked back toward the
console and made a few adjustments.

"Okay, I set the demo for thirty minutes. I'll come back and check on
you in awhile. Push the red starter button next to the brake grip on the
left handlebar when you're ready to start," Scott said, and headed for
the door.

Jason pushed the red starter button and immediately the room was filled
with the realistic sounds of and idling motor cycle while underneath him
the machine vibrated like a real motorcycle would have. Then, the plasma
surround screen came to life and it was as if the cycle was sitting on a
paved road in a desert-like environment.

"Good evening, Motorcycle Commando," a deep male voice said. "The first
part of this demonstration is to help you familiarize yourself with the
controls. At this time, please grip the throttle which is the twist grip
on the end of the right handle bar," the voice added.

"Duh!" Jason said, and twisted the grip back and forth causing the engine
of the cycle to rev up and down.

Scott opened the door of the room and turned a looked back at Jason.
Then, he smiled and left Jason alone in the room, closing the door behind
him as he went.

Jason listened to the voice and followed the instructions as he
familiarized himself with the controls, the only major difference from
what he was used to riding being that the brakes were operated by a twist
grip on the end of the left handle bar and his feet rested on pedals
inside the elongated stirrup-like enclosures.

"Now that you are familiar with the controls, you will be given a series
of three test runs. At the end of each there will be a pause. You may
begin when you are ready," the voice said.

Jason made sure the brake was released and opened the throttle a little
and the cycle began to move down the make-believe desert highway. Soon,
as he went through the gears and picked up speed it was if he was
actually riding the thing for real. Small tubes along the sides of the
contraption began to blow air over his naked body so that it actually
felt like air was rushing over him faster and faster as the cycle gained
speed. In fact, Jason could even feel the air flowing over his open butt
crack.

Up hills, and around curves, the simulator imitated all the proper
motions and the ride began to seem more and more real as time went on.
Then, the display reset itself back to the opening scene, the cycle
engine stopped, and Jason lay upon the machine wondering why the
simulation had suddenly come to a halt.

"That was very good. We will now take a short pause for your reward,"
the male voice said.

Immediately, the metal discs that lined the mold in which Jason lay face
down began to emit impulses where they made contact with his body.
Instantly Jason's nipples were stimulated, as was his navel. As for the
rest of his body, it felt like fingers were gently caressing its length
clear down to his feet.

"Oh my god!" Jason exclaimed, having never felt such sensations in his
life.

"Ahhhhhhh!" Jason then cried out, for the low powered laser beams inside
the helmet had begun to stimulate the pleasure centers in his brain.

Instantly, his dick grew rock hard and he began to pant, for it was like
he was on the verge of orgasm and hanging there just about to blow.
Then, inside the cycle simulator, where Jason's hard dick and balls were,
a gel-like sleeve enveloped his dick and began to move up and down and
suction it.

"Ohhhhhh! Fuck!" Jason hollered at the top of his lungs.

Then, the whole thing was over as quickly as it had started and Jason lay
there panting.

"Oh god! Oh god!" Jason murmured, still trying to catch his breath from
the most intense sexual sensations he had ever had in his life.

"The next simulation will be an obstacle course," the voice said. I am
assuming you would like to continue. If so, please start the cycle," the
voice added.

"Oh shit yes!" Jason exclaimed, and quickly pressed the starter button.

For five minutes, Jason rode the simulator through the virtual obstacle
course, knocking down only a few of the cones as he did so, and again the
simulator reset it self. Once again Jason's cries of pleasure filled the
room as his body was stimulated from his head to his feet while he hung
just at the apex of orgasm.

"The third and final demonstration will be off-road. You will have five
minutes to run the dirt course in order to receive your final reward,"
the male voice said.

Still panting and trying to regain his breath, Jason started the cycle
simulator and began to race over the dirt course.

"That's very good. Three minutes and thirty seconds," the male voice
said. "You have earned your final reward.

As before, Jason emitted cries of pleasure as his body was stimulated.
Then, something strange happened.

"Ouch! Uh!" Jason hollered, for it felt like something the size of a
finger had inserted itself into his rectum.

Of course, in the face down position he was in there was no way Jason
could turn his head and see that a compartment had opened just behind his
butt and indeed a finger-like rubber probe had been inserted into his
rectum.

"Oh my God!" Jason cried out, as the thing began to vibrate and stimulate
his prostate.

Jason thought he would die! Not only did it feel as though he was
hanging just at the edge of orgasm, but the sucking action on his cock
had increased as had all the stimulation to other parts of his body.

Soon, deep down inside Jason, there began a low guttural moan that began
to rise higher and higher in volume as he felt the cum began to boil
upward from his balls.

"oh-oh-Oh-Oh--Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Jason screamed at the top of his lungs,
going over the top and having the most intense orgasm he had ever had in
his life. In fact, cum spewed from the slit of his penis so violently
that it almost hurt.

"Well, I see you did well," Scott commented to a still panting Jason as
he re-entered the room.

"Oh god! Oh god!" Jason murmured over and over again.

Scott went over to the console and pushed some buttons and the bands
holding Jason's body as well as his feet and hands were retracted, as was
the small probe that was in his butt.

"When you feel strong enough you can get up. That's the end of the
demo," Scott said.

Later, after a very much weaker Jason had dressed and left, Scott
prepared the simulator for Richard, the hunky sixteen-year-old that was
to arrive soon. Soon, there was a knock at the closed door and Scott
went to open it.

"Hey, Richard! You're early," Scott said.

"I know. This time is where I start getting penalized isn't it?" Richard
asked.

"Yes, I'm afraid so, Richard. If you screw up the penalty is severe,"
Scott replied.

"I still wanna try," Richard replied.

"Look, you don't have to. Like I said, the penalty for failure is
severe," Scott said.

"Like what?" Richard asked, starting to take off his shirt and jeans in
order to get naked and mount the cycle.

"Sexually, what would be the thing you would fear most in the world,
Richard? In fact, I don't know any boy that wouldn't fear it the most,"
Scott said.

"Oh my God! You're fucking shittin me! You mean if I screw up that
thing is gonna fuck me in the butt!" Richard exclaimed.

" Yep," Scott replied.

"No way, man! I'm outta here!" Richard said, and picked up his discarded
shirt off of the floor and headed for the door.

"Suit yourself, Richard. If you make it to the top level and get
accepted you're gonna be a very wealthy young man down the road," Scott
said.

Richard stopped in his tracks and turned around and faced Scott.

"It ain't the money man. It's the game," Richard replied.

"And how good it feels when you do well and get rewarded, huh?" Scott
replied and smiled.

"Yeah," Richard said, and hung his head.

"So, you gonna ride or not?" Scott asked.

"My butt! It's gotta be my fucking butt!" Richard exclaimed.

"Well, what are you gonna be concentrating on while your riding the
thing?" Scott replied.

"Not getting my butt fucked! That's for damn sure!" Richard shot back,
prompting Scott to laugh.

"That's the idea bro. Now what you gonna do?" Scott asked.

"Scott, I'm good at this shit. You know it. I'm gonna take a shot. I
think I can beat the son of a bitch," Richard said, and walked back and
threw his shirt upon the floor and started unsnapping his jeans.

Indeed, Richard was good, maybe even the best among the twelve boys that
now knew the special secret about the cycle simulator. However, the
level that he was now attempting was difficult. It was intended to be
that way for a reason. He made it almost all the way through the
simulation before he got blown up.

"Oh fuck no!" Richard hollered, as a whirring sound started behind him.

"You have failed the test, Motorcycle Commando," the male voice said.

"Oh God! Oh shit!" Richard hollered to an empty room and struggled
futilely in his restraints.

Then, as the ten-inch long, thick, rubberized, probe jammed itself into
the entrance of his rectum his mouth opened into a huge "O" and he
quickly began to howl at the ceiling as the thing began to fuck his guts
out.

Two weeks later, confident that he could handle anything the simulator
could throw at him, Jason had his first experience at failure, and he
howled and bawled like Billy and all the rest, as he got his butt fucked.
Yet, like all the others, it was the challenge and the wonderful reward
that followed success that made Jason crawl back up onto the simulator
and try again.

In fact, Billy had tried the top level so many times and failed that he
had started to have anal orgasms and shoot off as the probe fucked him
and Scott had come to suspect Billy had begun to enjoy it since Billy
didn't cry anymore but just yelped the whole time.

The "Dirty Dozen," they were called, and they were a total mystery in
Iraq where they were sent. To this day, stories abound in that country
about naked boys on speeding futuristic motorcycles killing insurgents
and clearing a pathway for American troops as needed.

They were good, very good, and of course, their existence was denied.
For every tear-stained cheek that had emerged from the simulation room
upon failure there were countless foes killed. Yes, they had gotten
their butts fucked by the simulator when they failed, but by the time
they all got into the real action none of them failed at all and they
became very wealthy teenagers.

The End