Alex's special enhancement

Even as Alex waited for an answer from Mr. Blunt, he became aware of a strange physical sensation. At first, it was barely noticable – some mild tingling throughout his body. It steadily grew in intensity and moved its focus, no longer uniform throughout his body, but increasingly focused in his groin. The tingling intensified and started to feel a lot like the pins and needles you get when you sleep funny on your arm and it falls asleep. As that feeling increased, it became even more localized, so it felt as if his balls were being gently poked by thousands of toothpicks.

He also felt himself warming up, but he wasn't sure if that was related to the other feeling, or if it was just because he was so damn angry at Alan Blunt. He polished off the rest of his drink, trying to cool down and steady his emotions. At last, Blunt spoke, his voice maddingly calm.

“Alex, you have just finished drinking MI6's reverse-engineered version of the Orgasmatron. Even as I speak, thousands of nanobots are swarming through your body, preparing you for this mission.”

Mrs. Jones had been typically quiet during the earlier explanations, but now she spoke up. “Alan, Smithers is right. We talked about this, and it just isn't safe.”

“I received your recommendations, Mrs. Jones,” Blunt responded. “I gave them due consideration, but I had to make a decision, and this is too important of a matter to be unnecessarily cautious.”

He returned his attention to you.

“Alex, the nanobots in your body essentially do the opposite of SCORPIA's Orgasmatron. Instead of sucking sexual energy out of you, they will produce it. This is how you will destroy's SCORPIA's plans, and it's also how you will come out of this alive. SCORPIA's Orgasmatron is designed to pull as much sexual energy as it can from a subject, leaving that person completely drained. When it attempts to do that with you, however, your nanobots will produce more and more energy than it is programmed to receive, causing it to overload. The nanobots will be destroyed, and you will come out of it unscathed, since it will merely pull surplus energy off of you, without invading your life essence.”

“That's all just theory, Mr. Blunt,” Smithers cut in. “For one thing, our nanobots are programmed to work in the body of a man in his late 30's – not in a teenage boy. Secondly, the conditions under which Alex will have to work are too unpredictable; we can't possibly know how the nanobots will respond.”

Blunt was unpersuaded. “Nonsense. Alex is an adult – legally and physically. What possible difference can a few years in age make?”

Smithers looked like he was going to flip out. “What possible difference?!!! Are you insane, Blunt? The nanobots are triggered by sexual arousal and grow in strength exponentially by the sex drive of their host.”

“So? I fail to see your point,” said Blunt, looking bored.

“My point is that Alex is not a middle-aged man, whose sex drive is declining. He is a healthy, 18-year old guy. Have you ever met a teenage boy who didn't get an erection simply by standing in the way of a gentle breeze? Those nanobots are going to kick on and go into 'production' mode at the most unpredictable times.”

“Ridiculous,” dismissed Blunt. “Alex is a professional, trained in martial arts. What is martial arts, if not learning how to discipline your body and your mind? All he has to do is refrain from thinking about sex, and there won't be any problem. I have no training in the martial arts at all, and I have no difficulty not thinking about sex.”

Alex listened intently to the conversation, and was relieved when the feeling in his groin began to subside. The warmth he felt was not going away, however. He kept glancing up at the monitors, snatching glimpses of Sabrina's agile, naked, sexy body. He found himself increasingly distracted by the pictures and shifted his position in the chair so they weren't in his direct line of sight. He tried to refocus on the conversation.

Alex had no trouble believing Mr. Blunt never thought about sex. He was pretty confident no one had ever thought about having sex with Mr. Blunt. His gaze turned to Mrs. Jones. Now THAT was another matter... Even though she had her share of responsibility for much of the grief he had endured, he couldn't help but entertain occasional lustful thoughts about her. She was often stern and demanding... must like a tough head mistress in a private school... in fact, he could see her in that role, with him as one of her students, being punished by her....

He shook his head. Where the fuck did that come from? He definitely did not have a dominatrix fetish! Still, the thought of her dressed in a tight-fitting, leather outfit, demanding that Alex grovel on his knees in front of her, really sounded hot right now....

He crossed his legs, trying to cover the erection that had sprung up suddenly. He tried with all his might to redirect his thoughts toward the business at hand, but he couldn't stop thinking about how much he needed to have an orgasm. He clenched the arms of his chair tightly, trying martial art breathing exercises to calm down, but nothing was working.

Mrs. Jones turned her attention to Alex, and spoke up. “Gentlemen, we're here talking about this in front of Alex, and it's obviously disturbing him. Let's take this conversation elsewhere. Alex, will you excuse us for a few minutes? Please make yourself comfortable.”

Mrs. Jones led Mr. Blunt and Smithers out of the room, and closed the door.