Built for Pleasure

By Habu

It is no mystery in this very human world of “give the customer what he wants” that many major medical and other society-beneficial scientific breakthroughs are delayed and pushed aside to make way for the development of toys and procedures to enhance sexual prowess, fantasy, and satisfaction—man’s hunt for the ultimate orgasm. In this sizzling story set in the far-distant future in a remote galaxy, professionally bred and sculpted man-on-man Pleasure Giver Jeremy, the male prostitute of the future, becomes slightly discontent with his trained and continually scientifically augmented abilities to give the ultimate in pleasure to men. He increasingly realizes that he has been enhanced to give far more pleasure than he receives.

Unlike the humanoids that increasingly are taking over his profession, Jeremy retains the humanity to appreciate that he is frightened by where the science of sexual enhancement has progressed and to ache for more of the pleasure of shared sex than he is receiving. Galvanized by the question of his dying mentor that “it seems we go to great lengths to make our humans more mechanical and our humanoids more human—all in pursuit of the ultimate ejaculation,” Jeremy struggles to maintain for himself the humanity of having the ultimate choice and finding sufficient pleasure in his life of sex servicing.

This is an expanded relaunch of the eXcessica novella, "Pleasure Giver".

• Language: English
• Publisher: BarbarianSpy
• Release date: Apr 2, 2015
• ISBN: 9781925190069

Habu

Habu is one of the pen names of a former supersonic spy jet pilot, intelligence agent, male model, movie actor, and diplomat. A wild youth in South East Asia was spent enjoying whatever sexual opportunities came his way, and much of his gay male writing is about recalling incidents from those days and inventing ones he’d perhaps have liked to experience. He now leads a very quiet and ordinary life.Check out our blog and get free stories. Feedback and reviews are always appreciated.

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Chapter One: The Operation

You could have at least waited for him to come off the operating table.

I couldn’t . . . (huff) . . . help it . . . (puff). I couldn’t wait to try the probe enhancement out, and I think we may have overimplanted the scent. Come over here and . . .

My God, I think you’re right. God, god, finish with it. I must . . . as well. And we can see how well he can take an enhanced size. You’re no . . .

And you too obviously are, you are saying. You have been insufferable since you had it done. And until we do this more, you are limited. Too soon—and I’ve seen the frustration in you. In the meantime, you declare yourself by having it done. Everywhere you walk. You even dress to show it off. The voice was snappish.

And that’s half the satisfaction, came the quick, equally snappish retort. Others knowing what I could do. You’re just too close with your money. You could well afford . . . but I don’t know . . . we shouldn’t . . .

That’s rather academic now—in the circumstance. And I know what you think.

We’ve discussed this before, James. You aren’t too old. We can be as before in our relationship again. You could have the passage enlargement done, or some semblance of it. But this one, he’s still on the table . . . perhaps the other room, together, with our hands . . .

Fuck it. It’s perfectly safe. We used Instant Heal. And . . . and . . . I can’t help myself. It marks our success. And he would have to be tested anyway. We can verify—the tapes will show—and they won’t have to pay for a formal test.

My consciousness swam up from the depths of the anesthesia. I was lying, naked, on an operating table, strong lights trained on me from above, my feet in stirrups and raised and spread. I looked down across my flat belly. A gray-haired man, still wearing a surgical mask and in a medical coat, unbuttoned and spread to reveal a naked hairy chest and the hint of the beginnings of a pot belly, was standing close in between my spread thighs. He was palming my buttocks with what felt like latex-gloved hands, and his torso was moving backward and forward as he rocked on the balls of his feet. I could feel him inside me. He was fucking me. He hadn’t been enhanced there, though, so I hardly felt his stroke until, by new-found instinct, I narrowed my passage for him.

A normal man would have been shocked at awakening to this. A man such as it was my lot in life to be wouldn’t be shocked—but I certainly was surprised. I wasn’t in the Pleasure Palace, where playing doctor was routine. I was just surprised to awaken here . . . like this.

He wasn’t filling—at least at first, until I had adjusted down to him—but it was pleasurable, and I was having sensations I’d never had before. My channel seemed to have a life of its own. Muscles I had never felt before began to clamp down on his cock and undulated across and around it. My channel was beginning to react as promised, making him feel huge—as he was murmuring in awe—and me feel filled. We both gasped and groaned at the adjustment. His moaning was telling me how much pleasure this was giving him, which, in turn, clicked on a newly provided reaction in me. It was giving pleasure to me too—far more than I had before they had selected me from the Pleasure Palace for the A Series Plus of enhancements. And with concentration, I found I could control the muscles now working inside me, and the groan I heard from below me told me that I could produce this reaction at will, with only the intentional working of the muscles inside my channel.

Then I became aware of yet another new enhancement, and I brought it to bear, already instinctively knowing how it operated. It had an immediate effect on the man, who moaned deeply and held there, no longer moving back and forward, but panting and sigh and looking into my eyes with a look of deep emotion. The look of ultimate pleasure.

Yes, yes, he was whispering. Just like that. All the way. Deeper. Ahhhhh.

If you insist. But finish it, finish it. I must . . . The voice was insistent, off to the side, but close. I turned my head and found myself staring into a fully erect cock of more