Moriarty was led into a darkened room by Penelope, the solitary window covered by a heavy blind. She counted seven figures, only one a male, sitting in a semi circle in the centre of the room. Fleming enjoyed the middle chair, flanked by Patterson and another blonde in a business suit. Moriarty was unsettled by their blank stares as she stepped into the circle. Patterson answered her look with only a grave nod, sitting erect in her chair.
"Good afternoon Dr Moriarty," the Chief Executive Officer spoke in measured tones. "I am pleased that you could spare the time to visit us. I hope you had a pleasant journey."
Moriarty nodded, and then realised that more was needed.
"Yes, thank you. It's a short flight."
"You flew? I thought you were coming by road."
"I flew this morning. The subject was driven overnight."
"Overnight."
"Yes, in a van."
"I hope that he's in good shape after his long journey. I'm sure I speak for all of us when I say that we are all looking forward to seeing him. I've seen the video and the photographs, but nothing quite beats the real thing."
"Would you like to see him now?"
Fleming only needed to smile to send Moriarty to the door. She returned within seconds, leading Dean in his thong with his hands chained to his neck brace. They both stood before the circle of corporate dignitaries, the bound and naked whore more at ease than the woman with her black briefcase and blue business suit.
All seven pairs of eyes were absorbed by Dean, standing before them with his pouch bulging from his rising erection. The women were obviously entranced by his torso and his erection, but even the man seemed to be overwhelmed by the vitality of their visitor.
"I think I had a dream like this one time," one of the women commented, gazing at the bugling pouch.
"Now, with your permission, Miss Fleming, I would like to demonstrate our subject's ... capabilities."
A cursory nod to the guard brought her to draw down his costume to reveal a hardening penis. Moriarty ordered him to bend over, stand on his toes and raise his buttocks to allow her to wipe the base of his penis with alcohol and slowly insert the needle. Only when the spine had been driven into the flesh up to the hilt did she press her thumb against the plunger, gradually injecting the serum. She gave him a double dose, because he was on display and she could not afford for him to be anything other than rampant today.
Once the syringe was out she returned her bottles to her bag and removed her gloves, leaving her obedient subject to capture the imagination of her audience. Only when she was ready did she ask Dean to rise to stand before them with a superb erection.
"As you can see, the penis is becoming erect. The full impact of the serum is normally only visible after about two minutes. However, the subject was already aroused."
"Why so long?" the man asked. "Most stimulants act within seconds."
"This stimulant also influences his mentality so ..."
"You mean he's aroused as a consequence of the serum."
"Yes. Most stimulants simply invoke muscle spasm, so that the penis becomes rigid. There is no sexual pleasure involved, other than possessing an erect penis with which you can pleasure others."
"So, to be blunt Dr Moriarty," Fleming leant forward for a closer view of Dean's erection. "He's not just hard, he's horny as well." Moriarty nodded, staring down at the erection that was now complete. "Doctor, if that thing gets any bigger, we'll have to find a bigger room."
"He has undergone the enhancement therapy?" The woman at the end of the row of chairs, a smartly dressed plump fifty year old with jet black bouffant hair asked as she leant forward in her chair for a closer view of his penis.
"Yes, though there has not yet been a significant difference ..."
"Has it altered the constitution of his penis?"
"I have not noticed any significant change in the condition of the subject's genitals. However, you are welcome to a closer inspection." She exchanged a glance with Fleming as Moriarty ordered Dean to "present your genitals for inspection" to the plump woman with charcoal hair.
"Yes Dr Moriarty."
Dean stood before the woman, who offered her neighbour a quizzical look before turning to study Dean's member.
"The serum is very effective. Feel this." She offered Dean's shaft to her neighbour. "It's as hard as rock." The neighbour gasped to feel the prisoner's rigid flesh.
"Suzie, you have to feel this." She sent him to the woman at the other end of the row of chairs who enjoyed an entire minute of running her hand back and forth along the shaft. Fleming suggested that everyone should enjoy a feel of Dean's erection, "even if we all be having a much closer feel later on." The man declined the offer.
"Tom, don't be shy, or jealous."
"Emily, I'd rather be sitting here than standing there. That skin's very tight. Does it hurt, son."
"No, Sir."
"I think you may be lying."
The tour ended and Dean returned to stand before his audience as the guard stood behind him and removed his shackles.
"I have to say that was magnificent. Is he as good as he looks, Doctor Moriarty? Will we see him in action?" Fleming turned to her colleagues. "Do we have a volunteer?" The women giggled when the man exclaimed that he was not available for the task.
"Ladies." Moriarty attempted to restore restraint to the proceedings. The women were getting excited, just like the female medics at the Faculty. "We would like to demonstrate the scale of our subject's ... flexibility and his subjugation to our wishes." She smiled at Patterson as she called Dean to stand beside her. "I will be a few moments. Meanwhile the subject will prepare himself for his next routine." Moriarty marched out of the room to leave Dean squatting on the floor, stretching his calves, crossing his legs, bending over to set his nose against his knees and stretching backwards so that his head almost touched the ground. She returned as he attempted to perform the splits on the carpet.
Moriarty was pushing a dentist's chair decorated with straps across the carpet. She set the chair in front of the Board and the captive clambering into place, allowing Moriarty to secure his ankles and bind his hands once more against the hardwood board pressing against his back. One press of a lever and Dean's feet were lifted above his head, pressing him against the wooden board. Moriarty began to turn a wheel and the angle between the two boards started to shrink. Only when he opened his mouth did his audience realise the nature of the forthcoming obscenity.
"Oh my goodness," one woman exclaimed. "That's the most disgusting sight I've ever seen." She left her seat for a closer view of the coarse and demeaning act. Moriarty believed that the 'auto' chair once more highlighted her skills and her power over him, and emphasised the potential for gay sales. The pink dollar was important in San Francisco, and she believed that he could earn vast amounts of money in this city blowing his own horn for a fee.
The penis tip had now disappeared into Dean's mouth, but even though he had swallowed his own foreskin, Moriarty continued to turn the wheel, leaving Dean in agony. Only when the groans from her captive had become unrelenting did she end her torture and Dean began his fellatio, rocking his head back and forth to consume his own phallus. He even halted to lick his own foreskin during his perverted display, provoking chuckles from the man and few gasps from the women. The fellatio continued for about five minutes before Moriarty ordered Dean to cease.
"I don't want him to ejaculate in this position. I wish to highlight another feature of our training regime and our ... modifications."
Dean was removed from the chair and returned to stand before his audience, rubbing his hot skin.
"Do you feel any shame?" the man asked as Dean's erection stood out, his shaft and head glistening from his own saliva. "You've just performed a most degrading and uncomfortable act, yet you are now standing before us without any appearance of embarrassment or humiliation."
Dean turned to Moriarty.
"Answer the gentleman's question. How do you feel?"
"I'm a porn stud, ready for action." He thrust his pelvis forward to emphasise his point. "I want to show off my magnificent cock." He accelerated the massaging of his shaft, staring at the women as he feigned sexual frenzy.
"Now the subject will demonstrate his potency." She laid a dark towel on the carpet before Fleming and turned to Deam. "Masturbate, slowly at first and then vigorously. Alert me when you are about to ejaculate."
"Yes, Doctor Moriarty."
Dean slowly stroked the shaft. He looked at the women and then down at his penis as the rhythm gradually increased towards a frantic rubbing. He placed his left hand behind his back while his right hand worked his genitals. Moriarty ordered him to spread his legs wider.
"The subject has been trained, though highly stimulated, to avoid premature ejaculation. This enables any spectator to enjoy a prolonged show."
After a few minutes Dean announced that he was approaching his peak and asked for permission to come. There was no answer, so he continued to work his shaft.
