The Pleasure Patch

The Pleasure Patch Chapter 7

This story is 100% science fiction. Enjoy!

Ryan continued passing his lie detector tests every month and the Summer rolled on. Towards the end of October, Ryan had only missed one additional frolicking Friday (he caught a nasty bacterial infection in mid-September that also cost him a day and half of work).

Friday, October 25

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had arrived, and they skipped the topless bar scene and gathered at Lana's house at 7:00 PM. Ryan was on cloud nine as he knew that his tower of pleasure would soon be set free, not to mention that he would collect an additional $125,000. His one-year genital prison sentence was less than one week from completion. After dinner in Lana's dining room, they all gathered in the living room.

"Ryan, I know that it's been a long 12 months, but the marketing team wants you to go another full year." said Lana.

"No. no. I can't; I just can't. You have no idea how hard this has been. I've done everything and passed all the lie detectors; I've taken cold showers, worn a cock cage and almost got into trouble at work not to mention all the sexual frustration that y'all put me through."

"Wait, you're wearing a cock cage? Anyway, I'm just messing with you again, the trial will be over next weekend, and we will personally evacuate your balls - well technically your seminal vesicles. I bet your cock almost had a heart attack. I think that's at least the third time I scared the crap out of you, but you should have seen the expression on your face when I told you in July that we were gonna sleep with my pet python." said Lana.

Now we're gonna lay something on ya that's a little heavy; well, it's more than a little heavy. We're from the future; all four of us are from the future plus Rex and Sonya, and there is no pharmaceutical company." said Lana.

"Right and I'm the Queen of England or I guess the King of England because the Queen died a few years back." replied Ryan.

"No, we're serious; we're all from the year 2275. The United States or now the North American States, we merged with Mexico and Canada over a hundred years ago, is celebrating its quin​cen​te​na​ry anniversary next year." said Lana.

"OK. I know you're messing with me again. I get that." replied Ryan.

"It's all true Ryan. We're telling the truth." said Kirk with a calm and serious demeanor.

"What are you guys trying to do? You really expect me to believe this?"

"We can prove it, but you need to give me your smart phone for the rest of the evening." said Lana.

"Why do you want my smart phone?"

"You'll understand in a minute. OK, the NBA started its season this past week and there are four games that have just now started or about to tip. All these games are gonna wrap in less than three hours. Here are the final scores of each of these games." Lana wrote them down on a small sheet of paper and handed it to Ryan.

Boston 125 Philadelphia 102

Golden State 121 Atlanta 116

Brooklyn 110 New Orleans 103

Cleveland 128 Orlando 124 in OT

and the Philly coach gets tossed out of the game with 1:33 remaining in the 3

rd

quarter. On top of that I'm gonna give you the scores of five NFL games on Sunday but I'm not gonna tell you the teams - just the scores:

17-10

29-26

38-7

34-24

20-19

If I gave you the teams' names, you would be on some betting platform tomorrow and we're not ready for you to make big time gambling wins - at least not yet. What do you think the odds are, that all the scores play out just like I said?" asked Lana.

It's at least 100 million to one and probably much more than that especially with that prediction about the Philly coach." replied Ryan.

"So, if we're right what would be your conclusion?" asked Lana.

"I don't know; I still think your pulling my leg."

"Well, I'm gonna keep your smart phone in my purse in case you get ideas about placing bets. With a four-game parlay, you could easily turn 1 grand into 10 grand and we're not gonna let that happen right now." said Lana.

The rest of evening was business as usual ending with Kirk and his Super '25 Squirt' Orgasm. At the end of the evening, Lana handed Ryan his smart phone. As he was staring at Victoria and Blair, he accessed a sports app which showed all the NBA final scores for the night. Shockingly, the final scores for the four NBA games were just as Lana had predicted (including the Cleveland overtime game). Ryan took a deep breath and dug deeper; the Philly coach was ejected from the game late in the 3rd Quarter. The app did not specify the exact minute and second of the ejection, but he was speechless; his mind was searching for a reasonable explanation.

"Were all the scores, correct?" asked Blair.

"Yea, they were." replied Ryan.

"So, what do think?" asked Victoria.

"Wow, when you said you were gonna lay something heavy on me, you weren't kidding."

"Remember when we said that we didn't want you gambling on outcomes you already know. Well, you know you're getting a check that will put $125 grand in your pocket next weekend, but we want to reward you with a much larger payout. You've more than exceeded our expectations. We're gonna give you the winning numbers for next Saturday night's powerball.

Next Friday night we're gonna wrap this all up and rip the patch off you so your boys can escape. I know that you're gonna have a colossal ejaculation, and top of that you're going get to fuck each of us silly. At that point in time, we will provide you with the Saturday night Powerball numbers, and on next Saturday night we will meet back at the mansion and watch the draw from the Powerball website live. Next Saturday night's payout will be $875 million. Right now, it's about $510 million. If you take the lump sum, which we highly recommend, your take home will be about $250 million after taxes and everything else. So, it's very important that you refrain from porn, orgasms and wanking for one more week, and on top off all - we're gonna be around once or twice a month even after next Saturday. Oh, did I mention that we will provide you with an endless supply of patches every month. You're never gonna run out - ever." said Victoria.

Based on their specific NBA predictions, Ryan was 99.99% sure that they indeed had to be from the future, or they had some sort of supernatural powers that could correctly predict the future. He knew that if the five NFL games on Sunday ended with Lana's predicted scores, this group was the real deal in one form or another.

"What is the big picture in all of this. You come from the future (or you can predict the future) and have this grand elaborate scheme for me for the past year. It just doesn't make sense'" said Ryan.

"We'll explain all that next week." said Blair.

Ryan went home with another check netting him $2,000. Saturday came and went, and his attention was on the NFL on Sunday afternoon. Two of the 1:00 PM window EST games ended in 29-26 and 38-7. Two of the 4:00/4:25 PM EST window games ended in 17-10 and 20-19. The prime-time TV Sunday night game's final score was 34-24. The pharma group, or whoever they were, were correct in picking the final scores in nine games - not to mention predicting exactly (to the second) as to when the Philadelphia Head coach was ejected from the Boston game on Friday night. Ryan realized that he was most likely six days away from winning $250 million.

Ryan's final Friday evening began in the same strip club where he had originally met Kirk and Victoria. After drinks, dinner and entertaining dancing from the strippers on the main floor of the club, the group ventured back for private dances from two of the most attractive strippers. As Blair had executed perfectly over the past nine months, she told every dancer and waitress the exact numbers number of days since his last ejaculation. He was embarrassed the first month or so, but eventually he knew that it was coming every Friday night. By the numbers, the group had gathered in a strip club forty-five of the previous fifty-two weeks with Ryan receiving 629 dances - either in a private room or on the main floor. Naked boobs had been pancaked on his bare chest 377 times. Blair again told both private room dancers that this was day 371 (orgasm free) for Ryan. She also blurted out that Kirk had massive orgasms and had the video to prove it.

"Do you wanna see it? "Asked Blair.

"Sure." replied the twenty something buxom blonde dancer.

Blair retrieved her smart phone from her purse and the show was on. It was the mirror video with cum blasting all over the glass and the girls licking the mirror clean. The pretty blonde dancer's eyeballs became big as saucers before she motioned for the brunette topless dancer also in the private room to look at the smart phone. They both stared in disbelief asking Blair to play it over and over. They were flabbergasted at the amount of semen sprayed on the mirror.

"His come must be awfully tasty. You guys drank it all down like it was honey." said the blonde dancer.

"His cum tastes like cinnamon." said Blair.

"Well, it looked really delicious." said the older late 20s brunette dancer.

The dancers thought Blair was exaggerating with the cinnamon comment, and they blew it off.

Next, they were off to the big boss' mansion, but there really wasn't any big boss. The group had rented the mega structure using Year 2275 money. Rex was there, and he administered Ryan's last lie detector test. Ryan passed. The group made the slow walk to down to the debaucherous sex dungeon.

"Now, Ryan, we've put you through a lot over the past year, and

tonight's the night

. Lana made a motion toward Victoria and Victoria began playing a risqué video by Rod Stewart on the 75-inch big screen with the following lyrics from the first few stanzas:

Stay away from my window

Stay away from my back door, too

Disconnect the telephone line

Relax baby and draw that blind

Kick off your shoes and sit right down

Loosen off that pretty French gown

Let me pour you a good long drink

Ooh baby don't you hesitate 'cause

Tonight's the night

It's gonna be alright

'Cause I love you girl

Ain't nobody gonna stop us now

The last stanza was a bunch of French words that nobody understood, but the message was sent. Ryan was gonna get laid, and the following hours would bring forth historical pleasure for one man. That man and still technically a virgin was Ryan. He had fondled and touched Blair's, Victoria's and Lana's boobs and pussies, but he had never plunged his raging missile into the tight wet promised land. Lana now had instructions for both Kirk and Ryan.

"Now I want both of you to strip naked and we're gonna strap you both down together on the queen restraint bed. I know it's a tight fit, but I know you guys will manage somehow. The feminine touch will be on top of you soon, and you will completely forget that your inches away from each other." said Lana.

The guys were soon nude and cuffed to the queen bed. Blair and Victoria climbed on the bed and sat between Ryan and Kirk's legs, respectively. Victoria's approach to Kirk's limp dick was to begin kissing, caressing and cupping his balls until he was at least 3/4 erect. She twirled her fingers in his pubic hair with one hand while planting wet kisses on the top of his prick making sure that her red lipstick was clearly visible on the top of mushrooming tower. Her velvety tongue worked its magic by circling around the shaft and licking and flicking at the very top of his penis. By this point in time, Kirk's missile was fully engaged and ready for liftoff.

Not to be upstaged, Blair massaged Ryan's cock with her right hand, enclosing it in the warmth of her fingers. Her fingers went up and down his pole, very gently, as the other hand twirled his balls, playfully. When she blew air into his slightly widening slit, he shuddered and groaned. She gripped the base of his seven inch plus tower of pleasure and massaged it with her fingers in a twisting motion as her mouth and tongue sucked and licked its upper portion. Over and over her tongue and fingers went up and down - gently, tenderly, unrelentingly. Blair persisted with her attack, passionately exploring all the sensitive crevices of his virgin prick, not sparing his two-family jewels in the process. He was moaning and attempting to thrust his hips skyward.

Lana instructed both girls to mount each guy cowgirl style. Since each guy's rooster was fully loaded to their 7 plus inch max, the amusement park rides began in earnest - as the thrusting and bouncing commenced. Lana's hot box needed attention, and she sat down on Ryan's face. As best he could (without the use of his hands), he licked and sucked on her now swollen clit. After about ten minutes, all the girls changed positions with Victoria riding on Ryan, Blair riding cowgirl on Kirk and Lana face-planting her pussy on Kirk's face. Both cowgirls quickened their pace, as both guys' howls and squeals increased in intensity.

"Take off my patch, please. My balls: my balls are turning blue; they're hurting bad!" yelled Ryan.

While still perched on top of Kirk's joystick, Blair exclaimed: "The National Weather Service has issued a Blue Balls Warning for this area; please take cover immediately."

Victoria and Lana both broke down laughing. Ryan did not appear to be amused as his mouth was agape and he had a look of desperation on the remainder of his face. Ryan's begging continued even as Victoria was unmercifully slamming her pussy down at an even more furious pace. Lana, who was always amused at watching men squirm in their sexual frustrations, decided to pull the plug on Ryan's pleasurable pain.

"Now." she said.

Victoria dismounted from Ryan's distressed pecker, and Lana remove the restraints from his wrists. Victoria ripped his patch off his prostate causing him momentary pain. Lana pulled him off the bed and laid herself out spreadeagled on the left side of the bed.

"Do me! I want you to fuck me now!" screamed Lana.

Ryan wasted no time as he assumed the missionary position on top of Lana. His purple-colored missile dove into Lana's moist pussy with wild abandon. Within twelve to fifteen seconds, Ryan felt that familiar twitch knowing that he had now passed the point of no return. This dovetailed into another ten to twelve seconds of pure orgasmic bliss followed soon by the unleashing of at least twenty-seven distinct squirts of his man juice. The post orgasm semen drips were next, finishing off with the spasms and shaking. Lana was massaging her clit and her orgasm commenced as Ryan's spasms were fading - not exactly simultaneous orgasms, but close enough. He collapsed on top of her while she was still whimpering and chirping like a small bird. Meanwhile on the right side of the bed, Victoria had torn off Kirk's patch, and Blair dismounted from him and began frantically fisting his cock until he exploded all over his chest, abdomen and pubes. Some of his jism landed on his face - which Blair promptly licked off. Kirk was quickly released from his restraints, but the sex party was far from over.

"Was that a good orgasm?" Blair asked Ryan.

"Absolutely phenomenal; I'm at a loss for words." said Ryan.

"And you can go at it again in about twenty or probably thirty minutes, but you're not gonna get the super orgasm like you just did. You'd probably get one or two squirts out, but you can do that every thirty minutes or so. You gotta wait eight full hours for another super orgasm." said Blair.

"I have never been pounded that hard by a man in my entire life; you were amazing." said Lana.

Ryan had waited a full year to empty his nuts, and he was not going to wait another eight hours for his next orgasm. He spent the next six hours fucking the three girls in every way imaginable (he came ten more times, albeit small ejaculations but pleasurable none the less). Kirk left the mansion and drove on home. Ryan fell asleep exhausted on the queen restraint bed. Lana and Blair found some sheets and a blanket to keep him warm for the night (which was slowly transitioning to morning); they also placed a new patch on him. Ryan awoke around 1:00 PM on Saturday afternoon, and the four of them retreated to the master bedroom, and he spent the next four hours in a pleasurable foursome with his three busty sex goddesses. He released his super orgasm plus eight more before everyone was eager for dinner. Because of the patch, Ryan's orgasm count from last night into the following afternoon was two super orgasms plus eighteen of the one or two squirt variety. They all got dressed and drove to a nearby seafood restaurant.

"Can you guys now explain everything; why you're from the future and why I'm some sort of science experiment for you." asked Ryan.

"Well, I'm not even sure where to start, but I'll try. First off, I wanna give you your lottery numbers for tomorrow night's drawing. The five white powerball numbers for tomorrow night are 12,17,42, 44 and 61. The red powerball number is 19 (she provided the numbers on a sheet of paper). Be sure to buy your ticket tonight or tomorrow. As we mentioned, the prize is $875 million but you need to take the lump sum of $250M because we can help you almost double your money practically every year - unless of course you're a spendthrift who goes out and buys a 757 and a couple of huge yachts. Luckily, you're in one of the states where you can remain anonymous, and we highly recommend that.

Now I'm still trying to figure out how to explain all this to you. By now you pretty much know that everything about our jobs and the pharmaceutical company was not true. I guess we need to begin with a big confession, and you may not like what you're gonna hear. Of course, you have heard of privacy laws; that has become mainstream I guess since the 1980s or 90s. Well, what we've done with you is basically obliterate every privacy law you can think of. A prosecuting attorney could send us to jail for at least a decade, but then again, we don't exist here; we're from the future.

OK, this is where I drop the bombshell. Everything that all of us have done in the apartment, my house and the mansion have all been livestreamed forward to the year 2275. Over 150 million people around the world (in the year 2275) have seen the past year and what you've gone through. They've seen everything: the teasing, the anal plugs, the dildos, the vibrators, all your conversations with us, all the wild and perverted stuff, anything and everything in the apartment, my house and the mansion. We've had multiple hidden cameras and sound devices that can record audio and video - as well as you would see in a 2160 4K pornographic video." said Lana.

"It even gets more bizarre because you have to understand the culture and the sexual attractions of the late 23

rd

century. You also have to remember that centuries ago, women who were slightly plumb and pale were considered attractive. Extra padding indicated affluence and fertility, and only peasant women had a tan. Women in the 23

rd

century are turned on by men (who are obviously cute) but also have enormous self-discipline, and one of the measures in 2275 for self-discipline is orgasm denial, specifically for men. In your world today, a lot of young girls like to watch Dancing with the Stars or The Bachelorette or similar shows. Well in 2275, three of the most popular shows are MOD, TOD and WOD standing for Monday Orgasm Denial, Tuesday Orgasm Denial and Wednesday Orgasm Denial. Beginning each year on the first Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday of January, a nightly show begins its season. Each of the three nights begins with twelve young hot handsome twenty something guys who have been chosen from tens of thousands of male applicants. They compete in an orgasmic denial game pretty much the same as what you went through. The goal for each of them is to finish the complete calendar year without POM (porn, masturbation or an orgasm) and obviously not sex. The winner gets the equivalent of ten million dollars in today's dollars. Because of inflation and all, you don't even want to know the real dollar number is in 2275. Second place is only 1 million and there is no third place. If no one makes it the full calendar year, the one who lasts the longest only gets 1 million and second place gets $100K. said Lana.