American Mole
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Chapter
23
The Workshop
The Workshop
The Workshop , 2am
Pius One was tinkering in his workshop when he got a signal that someone was approaching.
"Is that you, Hector? He asked his communicator. "Please verify and I will release the lock."
Hector, driving a security Jeep, with a frightened young pion riding alongside, was trying to ease the young man's mind. "Don't worry, nothing bad is going to happen. The One makes toys for the needy and just needs you to help him evaluate them. "Hector here... please let me in." The pion had just been enjoying himself when security burst in, catching him red-faced with his cock in his hand, spurting cum. He feared holy retribution, damnation… hellfire.
A green light appeared on the console and Hector pushed a button opening the overhead door to the large, hangar-like building. They drove into a well-ordered room filled with machinery and a painted, gleaming concrete floor. There was no one in the room except the machinery. Hector partially turned the Jeep around in the large open space and said, "Get out. The One will join you shortly. Please close the car door and wait. After the pion got out, Hector drove out of the workshop and the overhead door closed behind him.
Suddenly, a booming hollow voice reverberated throughout the cavernous space. "Hello, Abraham Seven, welcome to my workshop. You are probably wondering why you, among all the pions, was chosen to assist me tonight. Well, as you know, I have been watching. You are a most industrious young man. I have seen you picking in the fields and cleaning up after the cattle. You deserve a reward for your hard work. I know it hasn't been easy for you to adjust. Perhaps, tonight, you will gain insight into what it means to be a loyal follower of Pius One. That is why I chose you. I chose you so that you will see. I chose you for the experience of a lifetime." With Abraham Seven quaking in his sandals, Pius One appeared from the far corner of the workshop. Having changed from his coveralls to a white jumpsuit reminiscent of a younger Elvis Presley, except for the blonde hair, the One was in rare form. Without sunglasses, his piercing blue eyes revealed the fire within his heart. The leather jumpsuit was so tight that it revealed the bulge of his expectation. Abraham Seven didn't notice. He was too frightened.
"Come with me, my son, and let me show you what I've been working on." Pius motioned for the boy to come to him as he approached a bench that had many model cars, boats, and planes, all lavishly painted and gleaming in the bright overhead lights that filled the shop. They both arrived at the bench at the same time. Abraham was still frightened, but the tone of voice that the One was now using calmed him. The models were so beautiful and attractive. Their detail was so precise that they perfectly mimicked full size versions. He wanted to touch them.
"It's okay. Go ahead and pick one up. I've got tissue here for you to wipe the fingerprints off after you're through. These are not just models, son. They are all remote control. I've been working on them for some time. I need to have guys like you help me evaluate them before I send them out to the needy around the world. After all, I don't want all my hard work to go to waste because it wasn't tested. I knew you were having trouble here, so I decided to have you help me with this project so you can see where all this good work we do at the Vespers is going. Let's start with the cars." He picked up a replica of a Winston Cup NASCAR racer and put it on the floor in front of the bench.
"You can drive, can't you?" Abraham nodded, "Yes." "Here, put this cap on."
Pius One handed Abraham what appeared to be an ordinary baseball cap. Abraham put it on and tried it out for size. It fit fairly well and comfortably. Abraham wondered why he needed the cap. The lights were bright and the visor would help, but they weren't outside? "Where's the joystick?" He asked. Remotes like these always came with a joystick.
"Start the engine." Pius One said.
Abraham looked at the One, overcoming his fear for a minute with a look of… What? He spoke up. "How do you expect me to do that? I don't even have a remote?"
Pius One's eyes were gleaming. The blue in them seemed brighter than ever and the pupils were dilated. "You said you could drive, start the engine. Just think it and the car will do your bidding -- play God!"
Abraham thought about starting that car and he heard it fire and roar in miniature just like the real thing. He was amazed. He thought about dropping it into first gear and the car lurched forward as he gave it the gas and the car sped out across the open space. He easily turned it before it hit the far wall. Soon, he was doing donuts with a little tires blowing smoke until the One put a hand on his shoulder to stop him from wearing the tires out. Pius One then said, "Bring it home, my son. We've got many more models to test this evening." Obediently, Abraham brought the stock-car back to their feet and turned the engine off. He started to do little hip-hop from foot to foot that didn't escape the One's keen eye. "Do you have to go to the bathroom?"
Abraham, a bit embarrassed, replied. "Yes, all of a sudden, I do. Must of been the excitement." He took the cap off and placed it on the bench. He was squirming now, hopping and half crossing his legs. Trying not to touch where he could hold it off.
Pius One pointed to a door with a lighted sign above it in the far corner of the workshop. He shouted, "Go son, the bathroom's over there. Hurry now, before you pee your pants." Abraham took off, first skipping, and then running towards the open door. Before he flashed through the opening, Pius pressed a button on his communicator and several large screens in the workshop, almost invisible in the overhead machinery, came alive. He quickly switched through cameras as the boy, lifting his robe, and pulling down his loincloth, pulled his cock out and let fly a yellow stream just below the camera's view. Like so many boys of his era, he was circumcised. His bush of brown hair was thin and fine like the teenager he was. The One licked his lips as Abraham shook his thing to fling the last yellow drops off and then slipped it back into his loincloth and dropped his dark brown robe like a curtain to the show. And then, like the dutiful person he had become, he washed his hands carefully in the sink and looked at his teeth in the mirror. Wouldn't want the One see any spinach from supper. Just as he started back out of the bathroom, Pius One touched the button on his communicator, again, and the monitors went black. The recording had not stopped. Pius knew he would cherish it later.
Pius One met Abraham emerging from the bathroom. "I bet that you're thirsty. I've got just the thing. This little bar over here serves milk, hot chocolate, all kinds of fruit juices, and no soda pop. Sorry. But I know you'll like the selection. Take your pick. Abraham walked up to the stainless steel bar with labels for all the beverages, buttons and spigots and grabbed a medium-size plastic cup from its cup holder. He looked at the panel for a moment, stuck the cup under a spigot and pushed the hot chocolate button. At the same time, Pius touched a button on his communicator and the deed was done.
With Abraham sipping his hot chocolate they walked back over to the bench. "Geez," Abraham exclaimed. "That sure is a neat cap. I've never seen a remote car work like that. Really awesome."
Hiding his excitement with a calm voice, Pius responded. "I'm working on a way to do it without the cap. Probably an implant wired directly to the brain. Anyway, these are models I'm developing for the military. Too bad it isn't summer. We could take the boat out on the lake. But I bet you'd like to try the helicopter?"
"A helicopter? I sure would! You mean that one right there. It's so big! (The helicopter was about 3 feet long, duplicating a AH-64D Apache Longbow Gunship). Can I fly it?"
"Sure. But it's armed, so please don't fire any of its weapons. Okay?"
"Okay." Abraham was feeling a bit woozy and would do anything at this point. Actually, he was feeling quite good. He put the cap on, started the rotors, and in a minute was flying the Apache all around the shop avoiding the overhead equipment and screens like a veteran helicopter pilot. He was feeling giddy now... just a little burst from the 50 calibers... He squeezed off a few rounds at what he thought was a fire bell on the far side of the shop, hoping to hear it ring. Instead, all of the screens came alive with eerie green infrared videos in HD of him masturbating in his cell, showing him coming over and over again. Abraham almost crashed his helicopter in his surprise, but somehow, still feeling weird even after he saw himself doing it, he brought the Apache in like his old lady's car after he got blasted that night last October.
Pius puffed up God-like in his Elvis suit. His nostrils flared and his eyes narrowed as he squealed, "I told you not to use the weapons! I told you that it was a military weapon. That's why I brought you here. You have been a bad pion. You have trouble following the rules. You let your sexual desires and your fun-loving nature overcome your discipline." He soon spoke more calmly now, like a father counseling his son. "Do you see that a robot over there." He pointed to a three-foot tall black machine with humanlike features on another bench that looked like a miniature Darth Vader. That is my ultimate weapon. A toy soldier that is not a toy. I am working on a way, using broadband wavelengths, to completely power him. In addition to remote control like the helicopter, I'm hoping to make him autonomous so that he can seek out the enemy and destroy it without the assistance of a human like you or me." Pius was beaming, so glad to be able to tell his young follower of his greatest achievement. It was not lost on Abraham. He was amazed, but in a drunken sort of way.
"If you wish to learn the secrets of my workshop, you must be cleansed of your sexual desires. You must satiate yourself with sex until it is abhorrent to you." Pius moved in close to the boy and put his arms around him. He couldn't contain himself and kissed Abraham full on the mouth, tasting the softness of the boy’s lips and their lingering hot chocolate flavor. He was on fire. "Come, let me show you my garden of delights. Here, you will learn the secrets of sex. Here, you will cleanse yourself and become a better pion. Come."
Almost in a dream now, Abraham Seven would agree to anything God said. He had been kissed by God and it felt good, almost like when he kissed Jacqueline last year. He followed willingly, being led by one hand, as Pius One touched yet another button on his communicator and a vault door slowly opened from the side of the shop and they both walked into another large room. Like a gym, the room contained gleaming wood flooring and shiny new equipment. Pius, his hard-on restrained by the tightness of his leather crotch, smiled widely and said, "You're really going to like this."