Moriarty sat in the hallway, staring at the black doors. She had been waiting for the past hour, nervous and annoyed in equal measure. She had been told to be ready to make her presentation at three, but it was nearly four and she was still staring at the Board Room door. She surveyed her notes once more, practising her commentary on the video which would form the basis of her talk.
Finally, the door drew open and a young woman in a tight black business suit that complemented her dark hair appeared in the crack between the two doors.
"Dr Moriarty?" The voice was cold and brusque. Moriarty rose without a word and followed the woman along a corridor, the walls coated in dark wooden panels and the thick blue carpet almost swallowing her shoes. She saw the woman's elegant footwear and regretted not wearing a pair of high heels, feeling inadequate and dowdy now in her plain work shoes. The passage ended with another ornate black door and the young woman, without a smile, led Moriarty into the slightly overcast light of the Genesis Corporation's Board Room.
The spacious room was dominated by an oak table that seated twelve, but today only eight seats were occupied by five women and three men. A woman in a bright blue jacket sat at the head of the table. Moriarty recognised Emily Fleming, Chief Executive Officer of the Genesis Corporation. She also noticed Rebecca at her side. They exchanged a smile and Moriarty felt slightly more relaxed in such exalted surroundings.
The light deserted the room as the blinds closed to cast the Board and Moriarty into darkness. The young woman handed Moriarty a remote control as a large white screen descended from the ceiling to dominate the far wall. She stepped forward and pressed the red button for Dean to appear, standing against a wall. He took a step forward and then placed his hands on his hips, legs apart as he smiled at the camera.
"This is our research subject. He is a twenty two year old male convict who has been transferred to the custody of the Corporation for the duration of the trial. As you can see he is flaccid in this sequence. I would ..."
"Dr Moriarty," Fleming shouted out from the darkness at the head of the table. "I think we can look at a film of a naked man without the need for a commentary. If anyone has any questions, they can ask them at the end of the film which, I believe, will last twelve minutes."
Moriarty stood aside and attempted to disappear into the gloom as her audience watched Dean appear once more standing against the far wall before taking a step forward and placing his hands behind his head. The third time he stepped forward his penis bore the evidence of an injection, standing proud as he once more placed his hands behind his head. He then placed his left hand behind his back and masturbated with his right hand, moving his hips to gain friction. He looked down at his rampant penis before glancing at the camera to offer another smile.
The next three minutes was a detailed study of the expansion treatment. The men in the room groaned as the plastic rod sank into Dean's phallus, and as soon as the segment began, Moriarty regretted showing Dean's face as the rod vibrated from the electrical current. He was being brave, but the pain was etched into his jaw line.
The next scene followed Dean on his parade around the building. He was led in cuffs along a corridor into a room with about half a dozen desks, all occupied by young women. He went to a desk to be rubbed by a woman who offered him a shy smile as she timidly stroked his shaft. The next woman was less bashful, taking a firm grip of his member and licking the tip. A third woman stopped him as he walked to the door to stroke his erection, offering him a smile and a kiss on the lips
"That's my niece," called out a male voice from the table. "I hope my sister doesn't see this."
Dean spent the next two minutes of the film strapped to the Perspex machine while Tiffany caned him as he pumped into the box. The film ended with Dean on the stage of the Performance Suite shuddering towards an orgasm, shedding his load onto the floorboards to grunts of pleasure before the three nurses sitting on the front row couches. Moriarty noted that his ejaculation ended the presentation with just a dismal discharge of milky beads. The screen turned black and began to rise as the blinds were drawn open to shed light onto the Board and their visitor.
"Now, Dr Moriarty," Fleming began. "We can see that your research subject, Dean, has considerable potential. When can we expect him to be available?"
"Available?"
"Available to start making money."
"He can begin work in a limited capacity almost straight away. As you can see his conditioning is adequate, and we ..."
"Dr Moriarty, you are more fortunate than I when it comes to spending time with delicious men. Dean's conditioning is more than adequate."
"I meant his emotional conditioning. He has almost reached the point at which we can expect him to engage in any sexual act. However, these acts have all taken place within the confines of the Research Centre where he is acutely aware of the consequences of a failure to perform or any evidence of disobedience. The subject may not be so ... compliant in another setting."
