close to me. Then she stepped back. "We have to be going," she said. I watched as she pulled her toga over her head, and saw her body disappear beneath the cloth. It is always sad when a beautiful woman puts her clothes on, but this time it was almost heartbreaking. I thought of what her body looked like under the gown, and I felt another erection beginning. But it was one of those greed hard-ons that lead to pinched orgasms, so I just let it subside. I dressed and went to my room to put myself together before going down to dinner.
SIX
DINNER WAS LIKE a family affair. I met Susan in the hallway upstairs and we entered together. I felt like a beau with his prom date. Our time in the room had roused romantic feelings in me which I knew were dangerous, but which I enjoyed too much to dispel.
The dining room now held about twelve people, including the two girls, Sarah and Jean, and their mothers whose names were, I learned, Sylvia and Joan. These two latter were among the most fervent in the group, having been with Tocco for many years and willing to let their children experience, from birth, the widest possible range of sexual play. I flashed the Greek temples in which children were trained from a very early age in the arts of pleasure.
Again it was serve-yourself style, but most of the food had been cooked and a salad put together already. Halfway through the meal, Tocco picked up on a piece of random dialogue and began one of his expostulations. "It shall be interesting to see," he said, "whether, after a thoroughly sexual childhood, these two enter into anything like a latency period. After all, the only way to find out whether latency is cultural or genetic is to test the variables. The problem of science to date is that it has been willing to create nuclear weapons and napalm to kill, torture and maim millions of men, women and children, and yet raises it puritanical skirts at a simple little experiment in the pleasure function of the young. If my experiments were found out, I would be prosecuted and jailed as a fiend and a monster, and yet the swine who make fortunes from implements of war are considered pillars of the community." He paused for a moment, then went on. "But let me not burden this company with my tirade. The congenital hypocrisy of society is not something you need to be convinced of." And saying that, he looked directly at me and added, "Or is it?"
I felt apprehension at his words but could find no proper reply. I fell back to my food and we finished the meal in silence. Just before dessert, Susan got up and excused herself. I asked her where she was going, and from across the way Sylvia teased, "My, my, getting proprietary, aren't we?" Susan left without comment, and I had coffee and cigarettes in a dejected mood. Soon there were only Tocco and myself at the table. I looked up and saw him watching me with a look that seemed to hold a great deal of pity. He rose from the table and said, "Well, Michael, are you ready to proceed with the evening's experiment? The difference with other times is that tonight you will be a spectator, with the hope that the distance will give you greater objectivity. It will take place in the basement."
I followed him downstairs to a room which was some twenty feet square, furnished with an odd assortment of couches and chairs. Across one wall was a large movie screen. Facing the screen, on the opposite side, was a small raised platform with two steel-rimmed chairs. It was to the chairs that Tocco led me. But as soon as I had sat down, four men sprang as if from nowhere and held me while Tocco handcuffed my wrists and ankles to the steel tubing. I tried to resist, but Tocco said with a soft smile, "Nothing shall be done to harm you, Michael; this is just in case you suffer a lapse from objectivity."
I struggled with the anger and fear inside me, but I realized that there was nothing I could do. Also I believed Tocco, that he meant me
SIX
DINNER WAS LIKE a family affair. I met Susan in the hallway upstairs and we entered together. I felt like a beau with his prom date. Our time in the room had roused romantic feelings in me which I knew were dangerous, but which I enjoyed too much to dispel.
The dining room now held about twelve people, including the two girls, Sarah and Jean, and their mothers whose names were, I learned, Sylvia and Joan. These two latter were among the most fervent in the group, having been with Tocco for many years and willing to let their children experience, from birth, the widest possible range of sexual play. I flashed the Greek temples in which children were trained from a very early age in the arts of pleasure.
Again it was serve-yourself style, but most of the food had been cooked and a salad put together already. Halfway through the meal, Tocco picked up on a piece of random dialogue and began one of his expostulations. "It shall be interesting to see," he said, "whether, after a thoroughly sexual childhood, these two enter into anything like a latency period. After all, the only way to find out whether latency is cultural or genetic is to test the variables. The problem of science to date is that it has been willing to create nuclear weapons and napalm to kill, torture and maim millions of men, women and children, and yet raises it puritanical skirts at a simple little experiment in the pleasure function of the young. If my experiments were found out, I would be prosecuted and jailed as a fiend and a monster, and yet the swine who make fortunes from implements of war are considered pillars of the community." He paused for a moment, then went on. "But let me not burden this company with my tirade. The congenital hypocrisy of society is not something you need to be convinced of." And saying that, he looked directly at me and added, "Or is it?"
I felt apprehension at his words but could find no proper reply. I fell back to my food and we finished the meal in silence. Just before dessert, Susan got up and excused herself. I asked her where she was going, and from across the way Sylvia teased, "My, my, getting proprietary, aren't we?" Susan left without comment, and I had coffee and cigarettes in a dejected mood. Soon there were only Tocco and myself at the table. I looked up and saw him watching me with a look that seemed to hold a great deal of pity. He rose from the table and said, "Well, Michael, are you ready to proceed with the evening's experiment? The difference with other times is that tonight you will be a spectator, with the hope that the distance will give you greater objectivity. It will take place in the basement."
I followed him downstairs to a room which was some twenty feet square, furnished with an odd assortment of couches and chairs. Across one wall was a large movie screen. Facing the screen, on the opposite side, was a small raised platform with two steel-rimmed chairs. It was to the chairs that Tocco led me. But as soon as I had sat down, four men sprang as if from nowhere and held me while Tocco handcuffed my wrists and ankles to the steel tubing. I tried to resist, but Tocco said with a soft smile, "Nothing shall be done to harm you, Michael; this is just in case you suffer a lapse from objectivity."
I struggled with the anger and fear inside me, but I realized that there was nothing I could do. Also I believed Tocco, that he meant me
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