Motorcycle Commando

Eighteen year old Jason, dressed in the usual baggy T shirt, baggy shorts, and trainers, set at the console of the Master Blaster game located near the entrance way to the Happy Time Video Arcade and punched the buttons rapidly.

"Damn!" he exclaimed, having just gotten wiped out three hundred points short of his highest score.

Jason reached into the pocket of his baggy shorts to pull out another token and noticed one if classmates, 18 year old Billy, enter the arcade.

"Hey Billy! Sup?" Jason asked.

"Oh, not much," the buzzed-cut red head replied.

"I just crapped out on this game. You wanna go one on one in some Commando Raid?" Jason asked.

"Uh, nah! I got something else I'm supposed to do. Thanks though," Billy said and walked toward the counter were the manager of the Arcade, a guy in his early twenties everyone just knew as Scott, was sorting out some stacks of tokens.

Jason shrugged his shoulders, brushed his long blonde locks out of his face, and then inserted another token in the machine and began to play. Out of the corner of his eye, Jason noticed Billy was engaged in some kind of intense conversation with Scott and he began to divide his attention between the game he was playing and watching the two. As he did so, he noticed Scott take a chain from around his neck, from which hung a key, and give it to Billy, who obviously said something in response. Then, Billy headed back toward the hall area where Jason knew the restrooms were located.

Again, Jason shrugged his shoulders and focused his attention back upon the game he was playing not really thinking much about Billy until almost and hour later when, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Billy walking past him headed out of the Arcade. Billy seemed to be walking strange, almost as if he was unsteady on his feet.

"Hey Billy!" Jason hollered, causing the boy to stop and turn around and look at him. "You okay?" Jason asked.

"Uh, yeah! Billy replied, his eyes obviously blood shot and traces of tearstains on his cheeks.

"You don't look so good, man," Jason commented.

"No, I'm okay. I gotta go. I'll see you later," Billy replied, and turned and headed somewhat unsteadily out the door of the arcade rubbing his butt.

For a moment, Jason wondered what could have happened to cause Billy to seem so out of it. Then, deciding he needed to pee before he left the arcade, Jason hopped down off of the stool upon which he sat and headed back toward the restrooms.

It wasn't until he was heading down the small hall that Jason noticed there was a door at the end of the hall where there hadn't been one before a month ago when he last came to the arcade. Upon the door were the huge letters "Private" in bright red paint.

Again, Jason shrugged his shoulders and entered through the door of the men's restroom, walked over to the urinal, pulled down his shorts, and then aimed his circumcised, four-inch, flaccid penis at the urinal and began to pee.

The whole next week Jason really didn't give the whole incident with Billy much thought, that is not until the next Saturday afternoon when Billy again showed up at the arcade again and obtained the key from Scott then disappeared again. This time, Billy played one of the pin ball machines and watched the time closely. Thirty minutes passed, then almost an hour.

Concerned about Billy, Jason abandoned the pinball machine and headed back toward where the restrooms were, thinking that maybe Billy was sick in the restroom or something. Then, just as Jason was about to push the door open to the restroom, he thought he heard faint noises coming from behind the door marked "Private."

Quickly, Jason turned toward the door, went up to it and tried the knob. It was locked. Then, he put his ear up to the door and listened. Faintly, Jason heard what sounded like the sound of a motorcycle. For awhile, Jason listened and it sounded as though the motorcycle was alternately racing and slowing down then going full speed again. Suddenly, the motor stopped altogether.

"You have failed again," a barely audible male voice said.

"Oh no! No!" a much younger voice replied.

Even though the voice was barely audible Jason recognized that it was Billy's. Then, there were more muffled sounds from Billy Jason couldn't make out. What happened next, though, sent chills down Jason's spine.

At first, there was the muted sound of Billy crying. Then, there was a faint scream and the crying immediately became hysterical bawling.

"Oh gosh! Oh gosh! Jason exclaimed as he headed back down the hall.

Once he got back out into the game room, Jason plopped himself down upon one of the stools in front of one of the machines and sat there breathing heavily. The muted bawling coming from behind the door sounded as though Billy was being murdered and Jason could only imagine what horrible thing was happening to Billy.

For almost another half-hour Jason sat worrying about his friend. Then, Billy was at the counter again and handing the key back to the young man named Scott. That done, he turned to head out of the arcade.

Jason noticed that as before Billy was walking strangely as if in a daze. Again, there were tear stains on his cheeks and his eyes were bloodshot. Obviously, he had been crying awfully badly for his face to look like it did.

"Billy! Billy! Are you okay?" Jason asked, having walked toward Billy and then grabbing him by the shoulders.

"Uh yeah! I'll be okay, I gotta go!" Billy replied, and tried pull away.

"What the fuck is goin on back there in that room?" Jason asked.

"Uh nothin! Now let me go!" Billy replied.

"You better tell me, man! I'm gonna tell the police or somethin if you don't," Jason said.

"No! You can't do that! It's okay, really!" Billy said, a look of fear on his face.

"You better tell me!" Jason replied.

"I can't. It's a secret. I'm not the only one. It's a game, that's all," Billy replied.

"What kind of fucking game makes you holler and cry like that?" Jason asked.

"Look, ask Scott. I can't say nothin," Billy said, and tore away from Jason and hurriedly walked halfway bow-legged out the door or the arcade.

Jason hung around one of the machines a bit until Scott was unoccupied at the counter then walked over to the counter.

"I wanna play the game," Jason said, walking up to the tall, skinny, blonde.

"What game?" Scott said.

"The special game back there," Jason said, motioning toward the hall where the locked door was.

"You can't," Scott replied.

"Why not?" Jason asked.

"Because you just can't," Scott replied.

"Look, either I get to play the game or I'm gonna tell the cops something strange is going on here," Jason threatened.

"You wouldn't do that," Scott replied, panic in his voice.

"Try me!" Jason replied.

"Okay, look. I close at eight. Come back then," Scott said.

"Fine! I'll be here," Jason replied, then turned and left the arcade.

"Colonel, we've got another one," Scott said over the phone moments later.

"Do you think he fits the bill?" the Colonel asked.

"Yes sir. He's in here all the time and holds the record on quite a few games in here. He's as good as Richard, maybe even better," Scott replied.

"Fine, show him just enough to whet his appetite," the Colonel replied.

"Yes sir. I will. He's coming back later after I close," Scott said.

"Good, let me know how it comes out corporal," the Colonel said.

"Yes sir! I will. Goodbye sir!" Scott said.

"Goodbye corporal," the Colonel replied, and hung up the phone.

As he had said he would, Jason showed back up at the arcade around closing time and once Scott had shooed the customers out and closed and locked the door he asked Jason to follow him to the private room.

"Holy shit!" Jason exclaimed, when the locked door was opened and he saw the contraption sitting on the floor in the middle of the room.

"Yes, it is something isn't it?" Scott replied.

"Yeah! It's something else!" Jason said starting at the huge contraption. "What is it?" he then asked.

"It's a simulator for a new type of combat motorcycle the military is developing. As you can see, from the wrap around plasma video display, it is virtual reality all the way," Scott said, motioning toward the display with his hand.

"Where are the wheels?" Jason asked.

"Well, since it's a simulator, those hydraulic tubes you see at the front and back move it in various positions much like an aircraft simulator. Really, it's almost impossible to tell once your are on the thing that it's not real. Even the sound seems real," Scott replied.

"Where's the seat?" Jason asked.

"Well, there isn't one. Come on and I'll show you," Scott replied, and closed the door to the room behind the two of them.

Jason walked over with Scott and stood by the futuristic looking contraption.

"How do you ride the damn thing?" Jason asked.

"Well, you see how most of length of the top of the cycle is molded like the shape of the top part of a human body. You can see where the chin rests into that part up there and how the top part of your body rests here. Your legs on each side of the bike go into the part of the form that flares downward and your feet are inserted into those stirrup like things on each side where they rest upon the clutch and shift levers." Scott replied.

"How come you don't fall off of the thing?" Jason asked.

"Well, once your hands are on the controls up front, and your feet are on the clutch and shit levers these things are activated and your hands and feet are locked into place onto the controls," Scott said pointing out the foam padded bands. "Then, from the openings, like this one here, padded bands come out and hold the legs and upper body in place," he added.

"So, even though your head down and butt up like on a regular fast bike you can't fall off?" Jason replied.

"Right," Scott replied.

"I wanna try it," Jason said.

"Do you know how to ride a motorcycle?" Scott asked.

"Yeah, I ride my cousin's Honda all the time," Jason replied.

"Well, I can put it on demo mode I guess," Scott replied.

"What's these things?" Jason asked, pointing to the metal circles that dotted the bottom of the body mold-like seat.

"Those are sensors. They monitor blood pressure, heart rate, and do all kinds of things," Scott replied.

"And this?" Jason asked, pointing to an oblong slit located about where someone's groin would have rested.

"Well, that will become obvious if you really want to try it," Scott replied.

"I wanna do it!" Jason said.

"Okay, champ! Strip naked and climb on. I'll set the thing up," Scott replied.

"Strip naked?" Jason exclaimed.

"Well, duh! How do you think the sensors are gonna work unless they can contact your skin. You aren't a wus about being naked are you?" Scott said.

"Uh, no!" Jason replied.

"Then strip while I set the thing up," Scott replied, and began to walk over toward the computer console that controlled the machine.

Out of the corner of his eye, Scott glanced approvingly as Jason removed his clothes. The kid's flaccid peter was more than ample for the machine to have fun with in the demo mode and he knew that Jason was in for a motorcycle ride like none he never had experienced in his life. In fact, only a handful of guys, himself included, had experienced what Jason was about experience.

While Scott busied himself at the control console a naked Jason crawled up on to the futuristic motorcycle and lay down.

"It's sure not very comfortable. These metal things are cold and my dick and balls are mashed against the thing," he remarked.

"It'll get better in a sec. Put your hands on the controls on the handlebar and your feet in the stirrup compartments," Scott replied.

Jason did as he was told and a humming sound came from the contraption. Soon it felt as though the part of the form in which his upper body rested was adjusting itself. Which, of course, it was.

"Oh gosh!" Jason exclaimed, as the round metal sensors became pleasantly warm and adjusted themselves so that each of his nipples and his "outtie" navel rested upon a sensor while others made contact with other parts of his upper body.

"Hey! What's goin on?" he then exclaimed, as the oblong slit underneath his groin opened up and swallowed his dick and balls and then closed firmly around them.

"The cycle is adjusting itself to your body. Feel more comfortable now?" Scott asked from behind the control console.

"Uh, yeah. I guess," Jason replied.

"Okay, everything is set I think. All we need to do is put the helmet on you and we should be ready to go," Scott said, as he walked toward the cycle holding a helmet in his hands from which a cable made up of a bundle of wires trailed.

"What's that for?" Jason asked as Scott walked toward him.

"It's got sensors in it to monitor your brain waves and stuff," Scott replied.

"It ain't gonna hurt me or nothin is it?" Jason asked.

"No, it doesn't do anything that's painful at all," Scott replied.

Jason remained still while Scott placed the helmet on his head and tightened the strap. Then, he watched as Scott walked back toward the console and made a few adjustments.

"Okay, I set the demo for thirty minutes. I'll come back and check on you in awhile. Push the red starter button next to the brake grip on the left handlebar when you're ready to start," Scott said, and headed for the door.

Jason pushed the red starter button and immediately the room was filled with the realistic sounds of and idling motor cycle while underneath him the machine vibrated like a real motorcycle would have. Then, the plasma surround screen came to life and it was as if the cycle was sitting on a paved road in a desert-like environment.

"Good evening, Motorcycle Commando," a deep male voice said. "The first part of this demonstration is to help you familiarize yourself with the controls. At this time, please grip the throttle which is the twist grip on the end of the right handle bar," the voice added.

"Duh!" Jason said, and twisted the grip back and forth causing the engine of the cycle to rev up and down.

Scott opened the door of the room and turned a looked back at Jason. Then, he smiled and left Jason alone in the room, closing the door behind him as he went.

Jason listened to the voice and followed the instructions as he familiarized himself with the controls, the only major difference from what he was used to riding being that the brakes were operated by a twist grip on the end of the left handle bar and his feet rested on pedals inside the elongated stirrup-like enclosures.

"Now that you are familiar with the controls, you will be given a series of three test runs. At the end of each there will be a pause. You may begin when you are ready," the voice said.

Jason made sure the brake was released and opened the throttle a little and the cycle began to move down the make-believe desert highway. Soon, as he went through the gears and picked up speed it was if he was actually riding the thing for real. Small tubes along the sides of the contraption began to blow air over his naked body so that it actually felt like air was rushing over him faster and faster as the cycle gained speed. In fact, Jason could even feel the air flowing over his open butt crack.

Up hills, and around curves, the simulator imitated all the proper motions and the ride began to seem more and more real as time went on. Then, the display reset itself back to the opening scene, the cycle engine stopped, and Jason lay upon the machine wondering why the simulation had suddenly come to a halt.

"That was very good. We will now take a short pause for your reward," the male voice said.

Immediately, the metal discs that lined the mold in which Jason lay face down began to emit impulses where they made contact with his body. Instantly Jason's nipples were stimulated, as was his navel. As for the rest of his body, it felt like fingers were gently caressing its length clear down to his feet.

"Oh my god!" Jason exclaimed, having never felt such sensations in his life.

"Ahhhhhhh!" Jason then cried out, for the low powered laser beams inside the helmet had begun to stimulate the pleasure centers in his brain.

Instantly, his dick grew rock hard and he began to pant, for it was like he was on the verge of orgasm and hanging there just about to blow. Then, inside the cycle simulator, where Jason's hard dick and balls were, a gel-like sleeve enveloped his dick and began to move up and down and suction it.

"Ohhhhhh! Fuck!" Jason hollered at the top of his lungs.

Then, the whole thing was over as quickly as it had started and Jason lay there panting.

"Oh god! Oh god!" Jason murmured, still trying to catch his breath from the most intense sexual sensations he had ever had in his life.

"The next simulation will be an obstacle course," the voice said. I am assuming you would like to continue. If so, please start the cycle," the voice added.

"Oh shit yes!" Jason exclaimed, and quickly pressed the starter button.

For five minutes, Jason rode the simulator through the virtual obstacle course, knocking down only a few of the cones as he did so, and again the simulator reset it self. Once again Jason's cries of pleasure filled the room as his body was stimulated from his head to his feet while he hung just at the apex of orgasm.

"The third and final demonstration will be off-road. You will have five minutes to run the dirt course in order to receive your final reward," the male voice said.

Still panting and trying to regain his breath, Jason started the cycle simulator and began to race over the dirt course.

"That's very good. Three minutes and thirty seconds," the male voice said. "You have earned your final reward.

As before, Jason emitted cries of pleasure as his body was stimulated. Then, something strange happened.

"Ouch! Uh!" Jason hollered, for it felt like something the size of a finger had inserted itself into his rectum.

Of course, in the face down position he was in there was no way Jason could turn his head and see that a compartment had opened just behind his butt and indeed a finger-like rubber probe had been inserted into his rectum.

"Oh my God!" Jason cried out, as the thing began to vibrate and stimulate his prostate.

Jason thought he would die! Not only did it feel as though he was hanging just at the edge of orgasm, but the sucking action on his cock had increased as had all the stimulation to other parts of his body.

Soon, deep down inside Jason, there began a low guttural moan that began to rise higher and higher in volume as he felt the cum began to boil upward from his balls.

"oh-oh-Oh-Oh--Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Jason screamed at the top of his lungs, going over the top and having the most intense orgasm he had ever had in his life. In fact, cum spewed from the slit of his penis so violently that it almost hurt.

"Well, I see you did well," Scott commented to a still panting Jason as he re-entered the room.

"Oh god! Oh god!" Jason murmured over and over again.

Scott went over to the console and pushed some buttons and the bands holding Jason's body as well as his feet and hands were retracted, as was the small probe that was in his butt.

"When you feel strong enough you can get up. That's the end of the demo," Scott said.

Later, after a very much weaker Jason had dressed and left, Scott prepared the simulator for Richard, the hunky 19-year-old that was to arrive soon. Soon, there was a knock at the closed door and Scott went to open it.

"Hey, Richard! You're early," Scott said.

"I know. This time is where I start getting penalized isn't it?" Richard asked.

"Yes, I'm afraid so, Richard. If you screw up the penalty is severe," Scott replied.

"I still wanna try," Richard replied.

"Look, you don't have to. Like I said, the penalty for failure is severe," Scott said.

"Like what?" Richard asked, starting to take off his shirt and jeans in order to get naked and mount the cycle.

"Sexually, what would be the thing you would fear most in the world, Richard? In fact, I don't know any boy that wouldn't fear it the most," Scott said.

"Oh my God! You're fucking shittin me! You mean if I screw up that thing is gonna fuck me in the butt!" Richard exclaimed.

"Yep," Scott replied.

"No way, man! I'm outta here!" Richard said, and picked up his discarded shirt off of the floor and headed for the door.

"Suit yourself, Richard. If you make it to the top level and get accepted you're gonna be a very wealthy young man down the road," Scott said.

Richard stopped in his tracks and turned around and faced Scott.

"It ain't the money man. It's the game," Richard replied.

"And how good it feels when you do well and get rewarded, huh?" Scott replied and smiled.

"Yeah," Richard said, and hung his head.

"So, you gonna ride or not?" Scott asked.

"My butt! It's gotta be my fucking butt!" Richard exclaimed.

"Well, what are you gonna be concentrating on while your riding the thing?" Scott replied.

"Not getting my butt fucked! That's for damn sure!" Richard shot back, prompting Scott to laugh.

"That's the idea bro. Now what you gonna do?" Scott asked.

"Scott, I'm good at this shit. You know it. I'm gonna take a shot. I think I can beat the son of a bitch," Richard said, and walked back and threw his shirt upon the floor and started unsnapping his jeans.

Indeed, Richard was good, maybe even the best among the twelve boys that now knew the special secret about the cycle simulator. However, the level that he was now attempting was difficult. It was intended to be that way for a reason. He made it almost all the way through the simulation before he got blown up.

"Oh fuck no!" Richard hollered, as a whirring sound started behind him.

"You have failed the test, Motorcycle Commando," the male voice said.

"Oh God! Oh shit!" Richard hollered to an empty room and struggled futilely in his restraints.

Then, as the ten-inch long, thick, rubberized, probe jammed itself into the entrance of his rectum his mouth opened into a huge "O" and he quickly began to howl at the ceiling as the thing began to fuck his guts out.

Two weeks later, confident that he could handle anything the simulator could throw at him, Jason had his first experience at failure, and he howled and bawled like Billy and all the rest, as he got his butt fucked. Yet, like all the others, it was the challenge and the wonderful reward that followed success that made Jason crawl back up onto the simulator and try again.

In fact, Billy had tried the top level so many times and failed that he had started to have anal orgasms and shoot off as the probe fucked him and Scott had come to suspect Billy had begun to enjoy it since Billy didn't cry anymore but just yelped the whole time.

The "Dirty Dozen," they were called, and they were a total mystery in Iraq where they were sent. To this day, stories abound in that country about naked boys on speeding futuristic motorcycles killing insurgents and clearing a pathway for American troops as needed.

They were good, very good, and of course, their existence was denied. For every tear-stained cheek that had emerged from the simulation room upon failure there were countless foes killed. Yes, they had gotten their butts fucked by the simulator when they failed, but by the time they all got into the real action none of them failed at all and they became very wealthy teenagers.

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written by justin