Blae's Bad Decision

*All persons taking place in sexual activity are over the age of 18*

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This Saturday seemed to be the longest day that he had experienced in quite some time. He laid in bed till 11am and finally rolled out to start some semblance of a living human being. He didn't feel like even making a bowl of cereal so he grabbed one of the prescribed drinks from the league and made his way to the cafeteria nearest his dorm. They were open for a short while on the weekends for breakfast, lunch and dinner but only in 2 hour windows as opposed to all day on weekdays.

He was delighted for a moment or two when he realized they were still serving breakfast as he made his way with through the buffet line. He piled up his plate with eggs, bacon and sausage and found a table by himself to sit and skulk and stuff his face.

He thought about what Adam had said about seeing other people and the first thing that popped into his mind was, "I was already seeing other people. I just liked knowing that she was so fond of me."

Carson obviously wanted to try and make something happen with him. But when he fucked Amber right in front of her it did more damage than he realized it would. He only thought it would be ok because Carson had made it a point to emphasize that she was sleeping with other people. He was almost certain that she was doing that to try and be his equal. However the events of last night made him think that maybe she wasn't ok with all the extra people she was fucking besides him.

"That's not fair to her you asshole." He thought to himself. "She isn't your token admirer that you can just cherish her admiration. Either you be exclusive with her or stop stringing her along. That's how a girl like Carson works even if she is kidding herself and trying to be the same kind of pig that you are."

He decided he would distance himself from her. Despite not wanting the same thing as her, he couldn't stand to hurt her any more than he already had. And just to put a nail in that coffin he picked up his phone and texted Miss Slick.

"Hey Slick, It's Shy."

He didn't send anything else but he was surprised when his phone vibrated almost immediately.

"Ok, I was beginning to think you forgot that I of all people gave you my number.

How did you not text me right away?" Slick texted back.

Blake paused and stared at his phone for a second. He never knew if she was being serious or not. He decided to aim for serious. "Oh you are sure right. I guess I did forget. But I remembered now so there you go, you got my number."

"Can I come see you? Thursday's performance was so hot and I miss that cock of yours already. You should feel honored. Slick want's your dick and your dick only."

"Oh yes I am so honored." Blake lied. "I don't think I can until Monday though. Is that ok?"

"You are something else buddy. You dare make Slick wait? That's fine, better be glad that dick is worth waiting for. Better save it for me too buddy. I want every drop."

Blake felt himself get a little hard knowing that Slick wanted to come plow him. He put a calendar event in his phone just to remind himself.

After eating brunch he went back to the dorm and dressed out in his running shorts and t shirt. He jogged a full 6 miles as he lost himself in thoughts while keeping a steady pace. He kept his phone strapped to his bicep and his running kept the phone jiggling fairly often so he didn't notice it vibrating from time to time. As he got back to his dorm he realized he had 6 texts.

2 were from Slick, 2 were from Adam and 2 were from numbers he didn't recognize.

Adam just asked him if he wanted to go out for beer and grub.

Slick sent him pictures of her naked body from the neck down in two different poses and then asked if he could still wait until Monday. He wanted to tell her ok and set up something sooner but Sunday was tomorrow and he worried the League would want him.

His suspicion was confirmed in the next two texts.

The first unknown number said the following:

WE ARE FACED WITH THE OPPORTUNITY TO KILL 2 BIRDS WITH ONE STONE. IT IS TIME FOR YOUR FIRST CHECKUP SINCE HAVING THE IMPLANT INSTALLED, AND WE ARE GOING TO MAKE A PERFORMANCE OUT OF IT. A LOCATION WILL BE TEXTED TO YOU SHORTLY. REPORT THERE TOMORROW MORNING. PLEASE CEASE ALL CLIMAXES UNTIL TOMORROW.

Blake chuckled as he read the last part. He was always amazed at how often they asked for so much control over his orgasms. He felt like every time he turned around they were telling him he couldn't get off.

"At least when they make me wait they usually do something to make me cum so hard it is usually worth it." He thought to himself. Then he thought about the first part of the message. A "checkup" he wondered.

He shrugged and got out of his jogging clothes. He walked across the living room naked with his towel over his shoulder. Adam stepped out of his room just as Blake walked past his door.

"Gee I was really hoping to see your dong today." Adam said sarcastically.

"Well Merry Christmas motherfucker." Blake said laughing.

He washed quickly and made sure to put the towel around his waist as he walked back to his room. He spent the rest of the evening laying around his room and the living room.

The other message had a location but when Blake pulled it up it was almost 2 hours away in one of the state's larger cities. As he read the message some more he realized there was a link to a money wiring app. He pulled it up and saw that almost $300 had been deposited in an account that he was given access to after following a few more links. He transferred the money to his checking account and took his car to the nearest gas station.

The whole drive to the city he thought about what the checkup part of all of this was about. He wondered if the implant could be causing some kind of harm to him. As he got within the last 20 minutes of the city he could see it looming on the horizon. It had been awhile since he had left the small town of his college town. He realized he had gotten used to the remoteness of the little town that mostly existed because of his college. Everything he needed was so close that his world had literally shrank the further into the semester he had gotten.

He made his way onto the city's outer loop and soon exited onto a feeder road where his direction app told him to pull into a large hospital. He was expecting another building that was obscure and secretly owned by the League but this was clearly a functioning emergency room, pediatric and adult medical facility. His phone vibrated and looked at the screen.

"MAKE YOUR WAY TO ROOM 769. THE FRONT DESK WILL POINT YOU IN THE RIGHT DIRECTION."

Blake felt bad because he had worn his usual basketball shorts and now he would actually be in a public place with his dick outlined in his bottoms. He looked in his back seat and was relieved to see he had a pair of wind breaker pants and quickly put them on over his shorts.

He walked into the front desk non-emergency entrance and asked the desk attendant for room 769. The man smiled a little as he told Blake how to get there. As Blake made his way down the hall he turned and looked back one more time at the desk before he went around the corner. The desk attendant had picked up the phone and was talking to someone as he watched Blake walk down the hall. Blake made last minute eye contact with the man as he rounded the corner and found a bank of elevators. The guy was clearly letting someone know that he was heading up.

Blake pressed the 7 on the cache of floor buttons and soon exited the elevator onto the 7th of 14 floors of the building. He walked down the hall till he located room 769.

On the label next to the door it said: APPOINTMENTS ONLY, NO OTHERS ADMITTED

Like at the League in his college town the doors opened as soon as he approached them. He walked in and was greeted by another person behind a reception desk.

"Good morning Mr. Shy." The man said. He was a very slight man. Blake could tell this because he could see his shoulders and chest over the desk and it looked like he had very little fat or muscle on his body. "You're right on time. Go ahead and proceed through the door behind me and then go down the hall, 3rd door on your right."

Blake nodded and followed the directions. He walked through the door he was directed to and then through the 3rd door he came to on his right. As he walked through he found himself in a round room with 3 chairs next to the door. In the center of the room was pretty much what he had come to expect whenever it came to the League. It was a metal exam table with padding in strategic spots to possibly make it slightly comfortable to lay on. Lights were positioned 360 degrees around the table so that it could be lit from all sides if necessary. He wasn't the least bit surprised to see a camera on a gimbal attached to the ceiling. It was currently pulled up against the ceiling so that it would be furthest out of the way from the table he was sure.

Blake was just starting to sit down when the man from the reception desk walked in. He was only about 5'5 and probably about 140lbs with a thin face and long blonde hair pulled into a pony tail. He had on glasses and looked about like some sort of hippy librarian.

"Oh, you uh, you still have your clothes on." The man said looking Blake up and down.

"I just got in here chief." Blake said. "Haven't had a chance to look around yet."

"They told me you usually couldn't wait to take your clothes off when you get to our facilities. They said there aren't many as eager as you."

"I wasn't sure if I was in one of your facilities or not."

"Yes very much so. This is our actual medical annex. We process samples here and do screenings. They tell me you actually have one of our prototype implants installed. That's the main reason for today's visit. The implant does alter and modify your hormone profile and your prostate to some extent. We need to check to make sure that everything is as it should be. For that we will be collecting a sample but as usual, the League wants to get it on film."

Blake felt his heart sink.

"You mean you are going to be the one collecting this sample from me?"

"Only your blood big stud. I wish I could personally get the other samples they need. But I don't get to do performances. If you wanted to catch me later I'm sure I could collect some samples of my own, it'd be my pleasure." He winked as he held out his hands. "I keep on a very strict lotion regiment so I can assure you these hands are very soft. Oh, and you are just so cute, It would really be the best time."

Blake's eyes narrowed. "I'll stick with whatever they have planned for me. So who will it be then? Who am I performing with today?"

"It's just going to be you by yourself."

Now Blake looked confused. "Wait what?"

"There will be no one in this room with you while you perform."

"So I'm going to lay on that table and masturbate?"

"Not exactly. You can go ahead and start getting undressed. I'll start getting the room ready."

Blake was more nervous than ever. He was yet to be fully disappointed by a performance with the league but this whole 'being alone thing' was causing him to be more nervous than usual.

"I'm Wallace by the way." The skinny man said.

He walked out of the room and after a long moment Blake began to wonder if he was coming back into the room. He figured he should start getting undressed since it was the last thing that the man had asked him to do. He stripped down to nothing and sat down in the chair. After another moment or two he put his right foot on his left knee to try and cover himself a little.

Wallace's ass was the first thing to come back into the room. He was still clothed and Blake watched as he struggled to drag something into the room. After a few grunts and pulls he tugged a large metal tower about 8 feet tall into the room that was on small caster wheels. With much effort the weak looking man shoved and grunted the strange object into the center of the room next to the exam table.

Once he had completed this task he reached down and grabbed an electrical cord from the metal tower and walked over to where Blake was sitting. Right in front of

Blake was a brass circle in the floor. Wallace reached down and lifted the plate up revealing two electrical sockets. As he plugged in the machine he looked up between Blake's legs and seemed momentarily distracted.

Blake shot him a disturbed glance as he caught the man making obvious eye contact with the tip of his dick which was resting against the seat between his thighs. He thought he even saw the man lick his lips once.

"You are easily much worse than Dr. Smiley." Blake grumbled under his breath.

"What was that?" Wallace said never taking his eyes off of Blake's penis.

"I said, I wish I knew what was going on right now."

"Oh well I can tell you. In all honesty this metal tower is what you will be performing with. This is what we call, ahem, The Extractor. It's popular with some of the members because some people value a good view more than anything. The extractor was designed to use the smallest of filament arms to deliver micro sensations to sexual tissue in order to get a reaction."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"It means that it will use its tiny little robot arms to touch different parts of your penis until it detects that it is touching the right spots, then it will continue to do so until you achieve orgasm."

"Tiny little robot arms?" Blake asked looking both skeptical and confused.

"I use the term 'arms' very loosely. The extractor has 16, multi-jointed metallic extremities that can all touch different parts of a single body part at the same time. Each one can extend to over 12 feet in length and is tipped with a tiny silicone blob that can deliver different sensations to create pleasure."

Blake continued to frown.

Wallace wasn't deterred. In fact he perked up.

"Here, there are actually a ton of sensory nerves in your finger. We can start with that and you can tell me if you see how it works or not. First have a seat on the table in front of the Extractor."

Blake had learned by now that the League was seldom about doing things that caused him harm. It wasn't that he didn't trust this strange machine, it was just that he had showed up expecting a human touch, and now he was being told he was going to be serviced by a machine. It was a little tough to swallow, but then again, some female porn stars had to ride a Sybian machine, so perhaps this wasn't the craziest thing he had ever heard of.

He stood up and once again Wallace made no effort to hide the fact that he couldn't take his eyes off Blake's hog. Blake rolled his eyes and walked over to the table. He sat down in front of the machine and Wallace walked out the door. He looked around the room waiting for something to happen but for a long time the machine in front of him was motionless. It looked something like a large metal Obelisk. There were various panels, hatches and here and there tiny circles on the machine that were obviously cameras.

Suddenly Wallace's voice began to come out of speakers overhead.

"Ok, I'm in the control room now. Let me boot up the extractor and I'll give you a demonstration. The extractor is essentially a drone. I am controlling it from another room and it has everything I need to set up the performance from outside the room. Now, four larger arms are going to emerge from the back of the extractor. These arms are going to place sensors on your body to monitor arousal. Once the extractor is dialed in to your bio metrics, it will automatically use those 16 filament arms I talked about earlier to deliver stimuli to whatever body part I command it to. Stand by for sensor placement."

Blake sat there and suddenly felt the need to hold still. Sure enough four metal arms that resembled the spindly legs of a metallic spider grew out of the side of the machine farthest from Blake. Each arm had a small suction cup with a blinking blue light on the end of it. The arms placed the suction cups on various parts of Blake's chest and then retreated back into the machine.

"Now hold out your dominant hand and extend the index finger of that hand in front of you about shoulder height." Wallace's voice said over the speaker.

Blake did as he was told and while still sitting up on the exam table he held up his right hand and put out his pointer finger as if he was pointing at the extractor. A little red laser dot appeared on his finger from some unknown point in the room and the extractor suddenly sprang to life.

"I'll only use one filament arm for the demonstration." Wallace said through the speaker.

A panel opened on the front of the machine and a tiny metallic tentacle began to grow out from inside the machine, no larger in diameter than a toothpick. The tentacle wormed and wriggled impossibly through the air not unlike a snake hanging from the branch of a tree until it came to rest with the end of it right in front of the end of Blake's finger. The end of the tentacle was about 4 times larger than the body of the worm-like extremity and did in fact appear to be made of red, spongy silicone. All of a sudden the end began to glow from inside the middle of the blob of silicone.

Blake flinched slightly as the tentacle touched the skin on the tip of his finger. He hadn't noticed until now but there was a buzzing noise that was about the same frequency as a mosquito flying close to one's ear. As soon as the silicone tipped tentacle touched his finger, Blake could tell it was in fact vibrating, if only on a near microscopic level.

He also noticed that his finger was instantly slimy at the point that the tentacle had touched. Instantly his finger felt as though someone was gently touching his skin in a soothing and very surreal way. A moment later and pleasurable sensations began to echo through his finger like a person was seductively sucking on it. Little electrical pulses seemed to travel from his finger into his hand and soon his entire hand was relaxed and feeling pleasure as well.

"Didn't think your hand could feel that way did you?" Wallace's voice cooed.

Blake pulled his hand away. "That's amazing. I never imagined it but I think my finger was about to shoot a load."

An unpleasant and smarmy laugh filled the circular room as Wallace chortled and snorted at Blake's statement. "I've never heard it put that way before but that sounds completely accurate. It uses a combination of vibrations and very low level electrical pulses to stimulate nerve endings as well as lubrication and actual massaging motions from the silicone pad to stimulate tissue. But enough about that, I feel as though you are no longer going to be afraid of the extractor. Do you mind lying down on your back so we can begin the performance?"

He did feel much better about the situation. He quickly complied and lay down on the exam table with his hands at his sides.

Blake once again found himself laying on an exam table, this time more like the first time he had done so for the league with Dr. Smiley. He was on his back with the machine labeled "The Extractor" positioned on his right side centered with the middle of the table. The machine seemed to tower over him even though it was standing strait up and down in the form of a big metal obelisk.

The camera on the boom was fully automated as well and now it swung down from the ceiling and positioned itself to Blake's left so that it was focused on Blake's body from belly button to kneecaps. The Extractor started to move again, this time a new arm about an inch thick extended out of the very top of the obelisk. At the end of this arm was a bell shaped piece of clear plastic that was hollow on the inside with a straw sized clear tube coming off of the tapered end of the bell.