Date: Fri, 16 Jul 2010 22:15:32 +0300
From: Cem Yaz?c? <cemshyte@gmail.com>
Subject: Sixteen Emerald Nights-Chapter 3

Author's Message to the Reader


Dear Reader,

The following is the third chapter of the story, Sixteen Emerald Nights. It
depicts sex between men in a graphic manner, bondage is a major polt
point. It also involves words considered politically incorrect (the
notorious ones starting with the letters "n" and "f").

The same rules from the prologue apply to this chapter.

Reviews will be greatly appreciated at cemshyte@gmail.com, so send some,
goddammit. :D



Act I, Scene III
 The Machine
       or
The Alchemist's First Story

	The third day passed without hustle. Potash and Raccoon went to
check the still blocked exit and returned, not surprised. We spent time
fishing eyeless fish and swimming in our hot lake.

	When night came, we again sat on the rocks. Potash arose, his eyes
twitching with mischief, the whites creating a nice contrast with his dark
skin. He ran his hand through his foamy black hair.

"Two stories have been told, six remains. I am ready to tell the third, if
my dearest friends accept."

	Naturally, we accepted. With a wink to Raccoon, he said:

"This is the story of the Machine."

	And so, the Alchemist began his story:

	Ever since I have graduated from the Academy, I have always tried
to use my knowledge and wisdom to the benefit of humanity, in every way
possible: Medicine for illnesses, pills for headaches, stomach aches, acid
reflux, mixtures for clogged drains, polishes, I have used my magic in the
reconstruction of the city walls, in defending caravans and innocents and I
will gladly join if the army calls me; but enough of this.

	Back a couple of years, a colleague and I were working on a pill
for impotence. We had done research and experimenting was the next
phase. So, we put out some fliers and put up a few advertisement posters
-you probably have seen them: IS YOUR BIRD UNABLE TO FLY? IS YOUR MONKEY
TOO TIRED TO BE SPANKED? IS THE MEAT TOO FLOPPY TO BE BEATEN? DOES YOUR
ROOSTER OVERSLEEP INSTEAD OF CRYING "COCK-A-DOODLE-DOO"? COME SEE US:
POTASH AND CHLORINE ALCHEMICAL SUPPLIES DANDELION STREET, NO. 19

The turnout was great. We had an excess of men in our laboratory's waiting
room each and every day. We kept a record of everything relevant from age
to lifestyle, penis size and body type. After a few weeks, the men returned
and told us the results, and they were fantastic: Not a single problem. The
pills worked magically. They became quite popular and our customers and
research subjects reported that the sex was amazing, but they wanted
more. They were impressed by our capabilities and wanted us to invent a
pill for small penis size.

My colleague and I had become quite prestigious from the impotence pill; we
were even offered a laboratory on the Academy grounds. It was larger than
our previous lab and it had much better instruments, which we needed for
our next project.

For eight months, we did research while we continued conducting regular
business and then came the experiments, again. We first tested it on small
animals and the results were satisfactory. Then, we proceeded to
humans. But the problem was that we had gathered enough attention with our
impotence pills and the other alchemists and soothsayers in town were
holding a grudge against us. We were afraid we would deal with sabotage
attempts and we didn't want the Academy to be responsible of any problems,
so we halted our plan at the end of the research period. I was not as
experienced as I am today back then and I couldn't see any way out, until
that fortunate day.

It had been a quite regular day. I had been in the market to haggle for a
rare mineral extracted from across the sea and was successful at buying it
at half the price. I was quite content with myself. I arrived at our
laboratory and noticed that the lights were out and the door was locked. I
found a message on the door from my colleague: I HAVE A SURPRISE FOR YOU
UPSTAIRS -LOVE, CHLORINE. Intrigued, I opened the door, lit the lamps and
went upstairs.

Chlorine was using one of the rooms as a workshop and hadn't let me see
what he was up to inside until then. That night, there was a note on the
workshop's door which read: THE TIME HAS FINALLY COME FOR YOU TO SEE MY
CONTRAPTION. I AM SURE IT WILL AID THE DEVELOPMENT OF OUR NEWEST INVENTION
GREATLY. FEEL FREE TO EXPERIMENT WITH THE CONTROLS AS MUCH AS YOU WANT AND
DON'T BE AFRAID TO CAUSE SOME PAIN. HE DESERVES IT, THE PUNK - CHL.

Now, I had absolutely no idea what he was talking about. I knew he had
spent his spare time on a complex mechanism as there were people delivering
mechanical machinery, pistons and gadgets every week. And every day,
Chlorine would spend hours in the room. Rhythmic clanks, the sound of steam
and gears spinning gave the only clues I had about the machine. But who was
this "punk" he mentioned and why would I cause him pain?

Trembling with excitement and anticipation, I turned the key he had left on
the door and the lock yielded a satisfying "ching". I pushed the door open,
stepped in and was immediately amazed.

Metal pipes and pistons filled the room. On the left was a panel with a lot
of levers and gauges and after that was a huge boiler, sacks of coal and a
shovel. On the right were diagrams, small pieces of scrap and a
wardrobe. In the centre of the room was an operating desk. On the handle of
the wardrobe was yet another note. It read: MY DEAREST COLLEAGUE, IN THE
FIRST CUPBOARD, YOU WILL FIND THE CONCOCTION TO WAKE OUR SUBJECT UP. THERE
IS ALSO A PAIR OF GLOVES, WEAR THEM SO YOU DON'T HARM YOUR HANDS. WHEN
YOU'RE READY, BURN SOME COAL IN THE BOILER TO START THE MACHINE, BUT WATCH
OUT FOR BUILDING PRESSURE. HAVE FUN.

I put on the gloves. I went over to the operating desk to see the man for
myself. I approached the desk. There he was. A young man in his early
tweens, completely naked except for the tube his penis was in. His wrists
were restrained with metal cuffs bolted to the desk and his legs were
raised and separated wide apart. His leanly muscular limbs were slightly
scarred and his hair shined a warm yellow. Around his neck was a red ribbon
with a bow and a piece of paper. I undid the bow and read the note: I HAVE
CAUGHT THIS LITTLE THIEF MESSING WITH OUR RESEARCH RESULTS. I'VE DRUGGED
HIM SO HE BEHAVES UNTIL YOU REACH HOME. THE CONCOCTION WILL WAKE HIM UP.

So that's what it was. I opened his mouth and administered the liquid in
the vial. He gulped and his eyes began to flutter and then they opened. He
panted and looked around him in fear. He then focused and looked at me.

"Who are you?" he asked me.

"I am Potash," I answered. "Me and my colleague are very angry at you."

	He didn't reply. He looked around and gulped.

"This is certainly a good coincidence," I said, toying. "We just needed a
test subject to complete our project and one walks right in."

"What project?"

"Oh don't play games, we both know that you're here to steal our plans for
the penis enlargement pill."

"I wasn't told," he said and he blushed slightly. I noticed.

"Does our project interest you in any way?" I chided.

"What?! No!"

	I removed the glass tube from his penis and saw that this ruggedly
handsome man was pitifully endowed.

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

He looked away.

"Anyways, no matter, with any luck, Chlorine's machine will help people
like you."

"You mean?" he said, feigning disinterest.

"Yes, yes... We're gonna fix your problem down there."

"How?"

"I honestly have no idea," I said and I grinned.

"Whaddaya mean you have no idea?!"

"Chlorine built this. I only have snippets of knowledge about how it
works."

"Oh hell!"

"But this makes it more fun!" I laughed.

He tried to free his arms but he was unable to move them. He cursed under
his breath and closed his eyes, breathing deeply. I moved to the boiler to
put some coal in the machine.

"Oh relax, this will probably only hurt slightly."

I ignited the coal with my hand and the water inside the boiler started to
heat up. I then moved over to our captive- er, I mean "subject". A hissing
sound soon came from the boiler.

"What's your name?" I asked the man.

"What's it to you?"

"I need something to call you by."

"Call me Raccoon." (Thanks for not ruining the story, Raccoon. Alright
guys, settle down.)

"Is that some kind of professional name, then?"

"Yeah..."

"Feeling better now?"

"There is no way you'll release me without testing, right?"

"I'm afraid not."

He took a deep breath.

"Go on then."

"Fine then, I'll start the machine."

I went to the control panel and looked at the many levers, gauges and
sliders. Boiler pressure was fine, so I pulled the leftmost lever down a
notch. A slight hiss came from the boiler and a piston started pumping
slowly.

"Oh!"

"What is it?"

"The pipe..." he started. "Mmmhh."

I traced the piston's pipe and saw that it travelled through the ceiling
into the end of the glass tube.

"Amazing," I muttered.

"This is awesome"

I lowered the lever down another notch. The piston pumped faster. Racoon's
rod was turning a robust reddish colour. His moans grew deeper. This was
all very nice, but I wondered what the other levers did. The best way to
find out, would be an empirical experiment.

"You're okay until now, right?"

"This is not a punishment, Potash."

"Oh, alright." I grinned. "Looks like we still have some surprises in
store, though."

I pulled one of the other levers all the way down and a mechanical arm
extended from the ceiling downwards, between the man's legs. I liked where
this was headed.

"What in the name of..."

I pulled the lever next to it. The lower piece of the arm bent upwards and
the end became visible: A carved wooden dick.

"Oh, this is gonna be fun."

"What is? What's going on? I can't –urgh- see a thing!"

There was a knob to the right of the lever. I deducted that it fine tuned
the wooden dick.

"Tell me when you feel something."

I turned the knob carefully while looking at my captive.

"Oh, hell no!" he cried. I stopped turning.

I lowered the next lever.

"GAAH!" cried the Raccoon. The piece of wood penetrated its way through his
hole.

"I guess you ARE our captive, after all."

"Oh, I'm enjoying it, be sure of that," he said, through his clenched teeth
and turned his neck to look at me. "You enjoy it too."

"Oh yes, I do."

	I lowered the next lever two notches, not breaking eye contact. His
body convulsed in synchrony with the hiss of the steam pump. The wooden
cock pumped in and out of him, continuously. He gasped every time the
machine entered him and released his breath when it exited. I pulled it
lower. The machine pumped faster and the hiss became fiercer. Gears ticked
and ticked and Raccoon's nice slim body was impaled with mechanical
power. He moaned and gasped and he rocked his pelvis up and down.

"Aaaahh, yeah! Oh, fuck yeah!"

"Hah, you came?"

"Uh-huh," he held his breath for a second and exhaled sharply. "You can
stop now."

"Oh, but we're just getting started."

"I'm sure I can do it one more time."

	We had no idea what the machine had in store, but we were sure
going to find out. It was a pity that I had ran out of levers, but the
suction lever was still at medium level and the fuck lever still had two
more notches.

	I lowered the levers and pulled the knob.

"OH! WHAT IS THAT?"

"What is it?"

"The dick, it feels..."

	Apparently, the dick had rotated upwards and it was pushing against
our Doctor's favourite organ, the prostate.

	The machine got faster and faster, but the pressure was dropping. I
put some coal in the boiler. I went over to the desk. Raccoon had closed
his eyes and was enjoying the sensation of being sucked and fucked at the
same time. I watched him for a minute or so, rubbing my own dick through
the fabric of my pants.

"You're –uh- enjoying this, aren't you, Potash, you faggot."

"Look who's talking!"

	Raccoon let out a raspy laugh and closed his eyes again. I went
over next to his head and squeezed his cheek. He looked up at me.

"You're one cheeky bastard, you know that?"

"And you're a nigger, so what?"

	We both laughed. I headed to the control panel.

"A nigger, eh?"

	I pushed all levers up except for the suction. The mechanical arm
stopped and went out his bum.

"Aw, I was just gonna blow."

	I took my clothes off and walked where the machine had been. I
jammed my cock up his asshole, which had gotten a bit loose. I grabbed on
to his sides and pumped into him, pinching and rubbing every piece of flesh
I could get my hands on.  My black cock went in and out of him,
slurping. We moaned and moaned and my dick was feeling amazing and that
sweet swelling sensation built in my stomach, went on towards my pelvis and
up through my rod. My head went through a spin and I collapsed on top of
him, trapping the pipe between. I took some deep breaths and got up, while
he was still being sucked by the glass tube, which had gotten opaque with
the steam of his sweat.

	I went and lowered the rest of the levers again, wearing nothing
but my gloves. My head was still feeling light and spinning. I went back to
the desk and sat at the edge, watching the machine do its work. Not long
after, Racoon's face clenched and he moaned. He rocked his pelvis and tried
to free his arms, but to no avail. The machine held him in place.

"I'm gonna- I'm gonna –OH- AUGHH!"

	There was no visible output of this, but a "slurp" came from the
pipe as a white liquid travelled its way up and into the piston. A couple
of seconds later, a segment in front of the boiler opened and two porcelain
penises moved towards a bell, then, they knocked it in turn.

"Ding-dong-ding-dong."

	After that, they travelled back and the segment closed.

"What the hell?" I asked, but the Raccoon was too tired to answer.

I guessed it was time to stop. I went back to the control panel and turned
the suction off. Then, I soaked the coal in the boiler and opened a valve
to let the steam out. Air slowly went back into the glass tube. I took the
pipe out of the tube and hung it over a hook on the wall.

"Moment of destiny, my friend."

	I took the tube out and saw the transformation myself. It was
amazing. What was before, a tiny mushroom, was now a wiener, and a huge one
at that. And his balls had evolved from chestnuts into a sac half the size
of my fist. (See for yourselves, gentlemen.) Too bad it was limp, but we
were both worn out.

"Give me a kiss, you swindling crook."

	I kissed him in the mouth, our tongues lashing and licking. I
fondled his flesh and balls which made him moan in a mixture of pain and
pleasure. When he didn't get hard again, I unscrewed the bolts on the metal
cuffs. When I undid the last screw, he suddenly got up and ran out of the
room.

	I ran after him but he was too fast. He got out of the laboratory
building and ran naked down the street.

"So long, Potash! Have fun with your machine, you nigger!" he shouted.

"Have fun with your new dick, you faggot!" I replied, watching him run down
the alley and disappearing in the darkness. A woman's shriek came from the
next street. I closed the door, smiling.

	The machine had worked and I told Chlorine all about it. We now
work it in secret so we do not attract any more attention. It was all going
very well until my colleague died due to a mistake he made concerning high
amounts of nitro-glycerine. I haven't operated the machine since.

Once we get out of this cave, it'd be an honour to have you all pay me a
visit in the lab. Free of charge, of course. Not that you all need it, it's
just a friendly gesture.

Thus ended the Alchemist's story and thus ended our third day.