Evin's Virgin Adventure

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All characters are 18 or older. All consensual / non-consensual activity has been previously agreed between the parties, and fulfills specific fantasies of the participating characters.

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The video call intruded into John Sloan's morning search through social media for employment. Just last year, he had lost his position as general manager of Kelsey Mills, a national advertising agency -- and its large salary and significant perks. AI automation had eliminated his job.

He tapped the answer button.

"Good morning, John." It was an AI-generated image of an east Asian woman, with long black hair and straight bangs. The bangs shifted in unnatural waves as she tilted her head. Her lipstick was very red and wet looking. John thought it a bit too salacious. "I am Kim Chong Li from the Transition Corporation."

"Good morning," said John politely.

"I am calling in regard to your interest in our family economic transition product, called Display Your Best."

"Oh, mmm, yes," said John as a spurt of excitement and worry twisted in his lower abdomen.

"Good. You may recall that you and each member of your family all signed onto the agreement."

"Yes."

"All of your family members are 18 years or older as of today?"

"Yes, Leila turned 18 about 6 months ago, and Kevin's 18th birthday was last week."

"Good. Thank you for confirming that. As you may recall, under the agreement, you and other members of your family have agreed to perform various activities for an online audience. Your family selected the broadest range of options for those activities, which of course, offers the largest potential to find an audience sponsor or sponsors, and the highest rate of payment."

"Yes we did make that choice. It was a difficult one, but ...."

"I am glad to hear you recall that agreement. Please call your family members together. We have an audience sponsor and are now invoking the terms of the agreement. The sponsor wishes a one-day performance. If the actions are performed according to the sponsor's directions, your family will receive payment of $29,000."

"OK, OK. That is a good amount. We need the money. Our mortgage is in arrears and one of our cars, the Mercedes, has been threatened with repossession."

"Yes, we are aware of your financial circumstances. I will call you back in 1 minute and 30 seconds. Gather your family." The image dissolved as the call ended.

John called out to his wife, Meredith, and daughter Leila and son Kevin. The children were in their bedrooms, upstairs.

The two women came into the main room with the wall-size interactive video.

"Hurry up Kevin."

A teenager, brown hair tousled, thundered down the stairs and into the room. His T-shirt and shorts were rumpled. One sock only.

"What were you doing?" Asked his mother, Meredith.

"Nothing," said Kevin. Of course, he had been watching porn. It seems he was always watching porn.

"Never mind," said John.

The wall screen came to life with Kim Chong Li on the video, "Good morning Sloan family. I am glad to see that all of you are here for this important meeting."

"Good morning," muttered each of the family.

"I have just reminded your father of the contract between your family and the Transition Corporation. He has affirmed that contract and its terms. Do you all reaffirm that you agree to the terms of the contract, and that you are legally able to bind yourselves?"

"Do you have any questions? No?"

Glances between family members.

"Do you agree to the terms?'

"Yes." "Yeah." "Yes." "Of course, yes."

"Good. Today, we have received a sizable bid from an audience sponsor, under the Display Your Best program. I am pleased to share with you that the actions will involve one day of time from one of your family members, and, if performed to the satisfaction of the sponsor's direction, will result in a payment to your family of $29,000."

Gasps from the women. "$29,000?" asked Meredith.

"Yes, that is the amount."

"One of us? Who is it? Who has to do the stuff?" asked Leila. Her face was starting to turn a bit white, as she contemplated that maybe it would be her. "And what kind of stuff?"

"Ah, yes. This is the first contract performance for your family, right? Here is how it works: I will inform your family which family member is involved. The rest of your family will then depart to the Green Canyon resort. A van is waiting outside to pick you up. You will spend the day at the resort, as our guest. You will have a tab of up to $375 each for refreshments and entertainment during your stay. The resort has a bar, pool, spa and gym. I suggest you take appropriate clothing. After the family member completes their performance, here in this house, the rest of you will be returned to the house."

"That sounds good," said John.

"On return, I would suggest that you do not discuss their performance with the other family member. While it will be shown online to a paying audience, please consider that action to be private. You may find it embarrassing or challenging for your family dynamic to review it."

Alarmed glances between the family members.

"Rest assured that Transition Corporation does not force its performers to do anything they would not want to do. Please remember that we have access to all your private communications, including your use of online services for entertainment. Any Display Your Best actions will not be out of the range of that individual's interests. But, they will be based on their own personal and private interests. Unless that family member chooses to share those interests, no one else in the family needs to know what those interests are."

Nods of agreement. "That sounds like a good plan," said John.

"Good" said the image of Mei Sung. Then in a voice of authority, it said, "Kevin, please go to your room, and stay there while the rest of your family pack and leave."

The teen's head shot up, and a wild look crossed his face. The rest of the family glanced at each other, relief on their faces.

"Go ahead, son. I hear that people really enjoy themselves. Don't worry. We will be back soon."

Meredith added, "No pressure. But. This is really a lot of money. You know what that means for us." She pointed toward the stairs. "Go. We are looking out for you."

Kevin went upstairs; the rest of the family scrambled to pack for the day, and then departed

Soon after, a second van pulled into the circular drive. A young woman and two men exited. One carried two large aluminum cases, the other carried long tripods and lighting equipment.

Kevin answered the doorbell.

"Hello Kevin. My name is Laila," said the young woman. She was slim, wearing a tight fitting bodice with short sleeves and athletic pants.

"Hiya Leila," said Kevin. "Wow, that is my sister's name, too!" Then a note of confusion passed over his face. "Um is that your real name?"

"For today, yes. And this is Michael and this is Liam." Michael was a thin black man, Liam a red headed man with a short red beard. Both were in their early twenties, maybe a touch less, but still a bit older than Kevin.

Kevin glanced between both the men, and said "Nice to meet you. I guess you are the film crew?'

"Sort of," said Liam. "Can we come in? We can discuss it all inside."

They sat around his mother's designer coffee table in the main room. The large photo books had been stacked to one side, and a paper contract was laid out, with a pen.

"Wow a real paper contract," said Kevin.

"Yeah. I dunno, seems kind of redundant. I guess that Transition Corporation wants to make sure that you have fully agreed. Didn't you just have a birthday or something? Maybe they needed a belt and suspenders approach since you just turned 18. Anyway, no one wants to get sued." Liam put on a pair of glasses. "Ok, Kevin, I am now recording this conversation. Any questions?"

"Nuh uh."

"OK, let me draw your attention here," pointing to some clauses in the contract. "It says that you are a willing performer, and these are the actions that you are willing to perform."

"So it's sex stuff?"

"Yeah, what did you expect? Recipe club? The Transition Corp is paying really a lot for this. So, it's going to be something big and unusual."

"I get that."

"Today, you are still a virgin, right?"

Kevin flushed. "That is kind of a personal question."

"This is kind of a very personal Display Your Best. And that is a unique thing that you have and can do. Y'know. Lose your virginity."

"OK." Kevin glanced. "I guess I can do that?"

Liam pointed to the individual bullet points.

"Butt stuff?" asked Kevin. He squirmed in the seat.

"Yeah."

"And restraints?"

"Yeah."

"And oral and vaginal sex? Both ways?"

"Yeah. But you don't have a vagina, so not both ways for that."

Grin. "So I will lose my viginity today! With a girl!"

"Well, we are gonna do all of that today. Basically, you are gonna fuck and get fucked. In all the ways that Laila can think of. Some will feel really fantastic, some may be a bit unusual and maybe uncomfortable. It probably won't hurt, but we do have lubes and stuff to reduce the discomfort if you need. Transition Corp has made a profile on you, and it thinks that all that stuff is OK with you. Are you OK with it?"

"And none of my family need to know?"

"Not unless you tell them," said Laila.

"Then I am OK with it." Kevin took up the pen and signed. "I've wanted to be wild for a long time."

"Good, thanks," said Laila, as Liam scooped up the papers and put them in a folder in one of the cases.

"Now, where is the biggest bathroom in the house?"

"It's my parent's room. Over there."

"OK, Michael, will you please set up in there? Liam you too. Find the towels and stuff. I have some things to do here with Kevin." She sat next to him on the sofa, very close, and patted his bare leg. Michael and Liam left with the equipment.

"Kevin, I like you, and I hope you like me."

"Yeah, you are hot! " He stopped, embarrassed. "But I am a bit nervous about today. I am only just 18. And, y'know. I have never done some of those things. But I have thought about it."

"Yeah, we all get started somewhere, sometime. The question is, how far do you want to go?"

"Well, I'm pretty sure... I want to do it today. All of it."

"OK, good. I am looking forward to really making a good show today. You are a natural, and your body is really really hot."

Kevin made a sheepish smile.

She took a small medicine bottle from her tiny bag. "Ok, we need to get the medical stuff out of the way. Take this pill. And give me your finger; I need some blood."

"What is the pill?"

"Sildenafil. And tadanefil. Fast plus long lasting. Makes your dick hard. Audiences like hard dicks."

The finger stick was swift and mostly painless, and the blood monitor beeped three short tones within a minute.

"No surprise here, you are clean."

"Yeah, I don't get many opportunities to find diseases."

"Most kids don't these days. Most people have very active online sex lives, but far less get actual physical contact."

She looked at him and smiled. He smiled back. "I really like you, Kevin."

"I like you too."

"Do my a favor, will you? Stand up, walk down there and come back, then twirl."

Sheepishly, Kevin completed the moves.

"Good. Good. Now, I want you to do some squats. And twerk your hips when you are at the lowest part of the squat. Really swing your ass at me." She moved so that she was behind the eighteen year old.

Kevin complied. The squats were easy for his track-toned muscles. The only thing, was that his junk rubbed against his shorts when he was swinging his butt around. And, was that his prick starting to grow?

"Um Laila? Was that OK? .... I am feeling a bit, I dunno, maybe overheated? And my nose feels stuffy." Kevin's face had flushed with red cheeks. "And, maybe a bit horny? Make that quite a bit."

"Yeah, that is facial flushing, just a side effect." He looked down at his shorts. She tapped her hand on his growing erection. "And that is the main effect." She grinned.

Standing, she grabbed his hand, pulling him toward the bathroom. She put on a pair of glasses. "You too." He put on another pair. "Keep these on today. We are recording. Ok, now let's get cleaned up."

The men had been busy in the bathroom. The tripods now held large, bright lights pointed at the ceiling. Fixed position cameras were mounted on the masts, as well. And two small drones were sitting on the vanity counter. The room showers were running, and it was warm and humid.

"Good boy," said Liam. Both men were wearing glasses.

"Come here," said Michael. He grabbed Kevin with hands on each arm, shaking him slightly, then turned him around so that the teen's ass was toward him. "I see hair!" he said loudly.

Kevin was puzzled. "What?"

Laila said, "For today's shoot, the audience wants bare."

"Stand still, and raise your arms," said Michael. He then pulled Kevin's T-shirt over his head. "Stay there." And then pulled down his shorts and underwear.

Kevin was naked in front of these three people. Well, almost naked. He had on a single sock. He wanted to put his hand in front of his dick, but Laila's look stopped him. "Display Your Best," she said.

"Lose the sock," said Liam. He pulled off his own shirt and shorts. Michael also removed his clothing.

The three men stood looking at each other. Kevin's pubic hair was brown, curly, not too prominent. A line of finer hair went down from his central chest to the top of his bush. His stomach was flat, but not aggressively rippled. He worked on his abs, but knew that he would never make a six pack. He liked to eat too much. And his mother would never condone steroids.

The other two men were bare. No armpit hair, no hair on the chest or legs. Micheal was lean. Really lean. His six pack was periodically prominent, as he twisted or bent slightly. He had no hair on his body at all, no pubes, not on his ballsack either.

Liam was pale with freckles on his chest and arms and legs. He had a very small tuft of red hair over his hanging cock, but his reddish ballsack was bare.

Kevin's dick was hard, standing at an upward angle and it was red. His chest was flushed too, and his face.

Liana scanned the scene in front of her. "I like what I see, good job, men. Now, let's get that hair removed."

"But my family will find out," said Kevin.

"We are not making you bald on your head, dummy. Just the rest of your body. Are you in the habit of showing your junk to your family members? No? They will not find out."

Liam took out a large bottle of depilation cream from a case. He handed it to Michael, who was pulling on plastic gloves. "This takes a couple minutes to work. It is fine for your skin, including your dick and ballsack. But don't get it in your eyes, and don't push it up your butthole. That would not feel good. Basically, just stand there while we do the application."

Kevin stood rigid, naked with his cock pointing up. The two men applied the cream to his shoulders, then tapped his arms. "Hold your arms up. And spread your legs." They squirted dollops of cream from the large bottle, then smeared it on his armpits, chest, stomach, back and legs down to his ankles. Then, Liam kneeled and held both ankles, while Michael grabbed Kevin's dick with one hand, and using the other, rubbed in the cream across his pubes, ballsack and buttcrack. He rubbed a lot into his ballsack, back and forth. The balls swayed so much so that Kevin was starting to think it was more than just removing hair.

"Keep that butthole tight closed," said Michael. Kevin squeezed up, confused about butthole and buttocks. Michael applied more depilation cream along the crack.

Laila was counting down. "Great. 2 minutes to go. Just keep standing there, while I lay out the next steps."

Liam stretched Kevin's legs wider. "I think you missed a spot, here." Michael rubbed on more cream under Kevin's sack, along the butt crack and right at the top of his legs where his sack would otherwise rub. Again, Michael rubbed many times in the wide spread buttcrack, tapping Kevin's balls at each stroke. His penis was so hard it now curved slightly.

Laila initiated a light background music track by popular band Rose Apples, and then opened the shower door, testing the water temperature. Steam rolled into the room.

"Time's up." Michael took two towels, gave one to Liam, and then began wiping the depilation cream off the teen's smooth skin. The towels tugged hard and the hair parted, leaving a mess of brown threads on the cloth and clear empty skin behind.

"In you go." She turned her back to them, gathering more items from the aluminum case.

All three men fit into the large shower. For some strange reason, at least to Kevin, they all kept wearing their glasses. The DYB audience had a prime point of view, and could switch among the video feeds at will. Multiple heads sent water streams from the top and sides. The men used soap to clean themselves, and Kevin. Hands washed his back and stomach. Hands brushed his dick and balls, and wiped down the length of his butt crack. Michael pushed the tip of his finger into Kevin's hole, briefly. Kevin twitched.

"More to come!" laughed Michael. The men exited the shower, and took fresh towels to wipe themselves down. Kevin reached for a towel for himself, but Michael stopped him. "Let us do that." Liam rubbed a towel down Kevin's back, and rubbed hard on his head, drying the brown hair. Michael rubbed another towel up his legs, then, holding Kevin's hard penis in one hand, rubbed the towel under his butt, up his crack and along his balls. He rubbed many many times, more times than Kevin thought were necessary to just dry him off.

Laila handed a bottle of scented massage oil to Liam, who began applying this sheen to Kevin's now-dry body. Michael of course, also joined in this application, focusing on Kevin's dick, balls and butt crack.

Hard dick still pointed upward, Kevin said, "You know, I am not gay."

"Right, you are not gay," said Michael. "We are just getting you ready for your performance. OK?"

"OK."

Laila, still clothed, looked over. "Kevin, you are doing so well. I am very happy with your performance today so far. But we have much more to do. Are you ready for the next steps?"

"Yes, I think so."

"Good. The next part is a bit embarrassing. So, I will ask these two to step out for a second. OK gentlemen? Maybe you can get the next phase ready next door. We don't want to leave a big mess. And we need the other equipment laid out."

Kevin watched as the two naked men left the room, carrying the two cases.

Laila came close to Kevin, eye to eye, her breath gently touching his face. "Are you really ready, Kevin?"

He moved his face forward to kiss her. "Stop. Not so fast, boy. You don't have permission to kiss me yet."

His face was confused. "What?"

"I will let you know when you can kiss me. But not yet. You must do some things first, to get ready."

His dick was standing straight up, bouncing slightly with his accelerating heartbeat.

"Sure, what do you want?"

"You are not clean."

"What? I just had all my hair taken off and a long shower." His naked skin gleamed under the strong white lights. "Come on! What do you mean, not clean?"

"Your mouth. And your asshole. Both need cleaning." She handed him an electric toothbrush and a strange tube of toothpaste. "Use this."

The paste tasted a bit funny, minty, fruity, but also musky, like sex. Hard to explain all those different flavors in one mouthful.

"Good boy." She ran a finger along the underside of his dick, then pinched the tip end hard.

A droplet squeeszed out and wetted the end of the glans.

"That's one end. Now the other."

"What do you mean?"

Laila picked up the enema plug and some thick silicone gel lube. "I think you know what this is for, right? You've seen it. Have you tried it before? Up your butt? At home, alone?"