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 been just enjoying himself when security burst in, catching him red-faced with his cock in his hand, spurting. He feared holy retribution, damnation,… hellfire.
A green light appeared on the console and Hector pushed a button opening the 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. He will join you shortly. Please close the car door and wait.” Hector drove out of the workshop and the workshop door closed behind him, leaving the pion standing there alone.
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. Without sunglasses, his piercing blue eyes revealed the fire within his heart. The leather jumpsuit was so tight that it also 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." He 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 entire 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. These 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 sardonic look of what? "How do you expect me to do that? I don't even have a remote!"
Pius One's eyes were gleaming. His blue irises seemed brighter than ever and his 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 pushing in the clutch, dropping it into first gear and pressing on the gas as he released the clutch and the car lurched forward as he gave it more gas and it sped out across the open space. He easily turned it before it hit the far wall. Soon, he was doing donuts with the little tires blowing smoke as he ground his right foot into the floor, twisting to the left 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 stockcar back to their feet and turned the engine off. He started to do a 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 lit 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 to see any spinach from supper. Just as he started back out of the bathroom, Pius One touched the button again, and the monitors went out. The recording hadn’t 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 the 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. Rohypnol was very effective.
With Abraham sipping his hot chocolate they walked back over to another 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 Coast Guard cutter 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 Stealthwave 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 suggested at this point. Actually, he was feeling quite good. He put the cap on, started the rotors, and in a minute was flying the helicopter all around the shop avoiding the overhead equipment and screens like a veteran helicopter pilot. He was feeling giddy, impowered... 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 like a bad porno. He almost crashed the Stealthwave in his surprise, but somehow, still feeling weird even after he saw himself doing it, he brought the helicopter in like his old lady's car after he got blasted that night last October. Nervously, he gulped his remaining hot chocolate down.
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 machine. 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 spoke more calmly now, like a father counseling his son. "Do you see that a robot over there." He pointed to a 2 foot tall black machine with humanlike features on another bench. 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 me." Pius was beaming, so glad to be able to tell his young follower of his greatest achievement. It was not totally 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." He moved in close to the boy and put his arms around him. He couldn't contain himself, grabbed the boy’s cheeks in his ands and kissed Abraham full on the mouth, tasting the softness of his lips and a tinge of hot chocolate . He was on fire. "Come, let me show you my garden of delights. Here is where you will learn the secrets of sex. Here is where you will cleanse yourself and become a better pion. Come."
Almost in a dream now, Abraham 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 in. Like a gym, the room had gleaming wood flooring and was filled with shiny new equipment. It also had beds. Pius, his hard-on restrained by the tightness of his leather crotch, smiled widely and said, "You're really going to like this."
What a character Pius is Ron. I am always amazed at the mysteries and characters that come out of the minds of creative writers. This is a good write. Well done.
Richard
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