Mind Blower by Marco Vassi Page A

crucial, you are still like an infant on a see-saw, carried away by the exhilaration of the swinging."  
    "Doctor Tocco," I began patiently. "I don't need to hear all this. That problem is precisely the reason I sought you out."
    He nodded. "Indeed. But a definition, especially at this point, is necessary.".
    "What happens at this point?" I asked.
    "Ah!" he said, and clapped his hands twice. The door opened again and in walked one of the men who had formed the party of eight around Susan that night. It was the one with the gigantic cock. I took a quick inventory of my physical condition and shuddered.  
    Tocco leaned forward and said, "This will undoubtedly be painful for you, but nothing like what you have already gone through. And the rewards will more than compensate for that. Unless . . . you really don't want to." He seemed genuine in his offer to allow me a cop-out, but almost despite myself, I felt excitement rising in my loins. "All right," I said, "let's go ahead."  
    The big man, whose name turned out to be Samuel, came over and rolled me on my stomach. The breakfast things were put aside and the sheets pulled down. I was in bandages from neck to coccyx, and only my ass and legs were exposed. Already the sexual stirring had begun to grow strong. I wriggled a bit, and Tocco said, "How easily the supposed female in you comes out, doesn't it, Michael? You feel yourself vulnerable, desirable, luscious." The words dripped with sensuality as he spoke. "All right then, prepare yourself, for we are going to take this trip together."  
    My legs were spread apart and oil rubbed gently all over my buttocks. Fingers ran up and down the crack between my cheeks and insinuated themselves into the hole. I was tight, and I flinched, but Samuel was experienced, and he retreated, only to move back in again and repeat the process until I was totally relaxed. The finger moved in slowly and more deeply. I raised my ass slightly and he inserted a second finger. The stretch was delicious, and I went through a series of inner changes. One moment I was a badly whipped man letting a stranger shove a finger up his ass, and the next I was a beautiful and irresistible woman, drawing the male power to me through sheer magnetism.  
    "Tocco," I said, "the fantasies are incredibly divergent."
    He leaned toward my ear and whispered very softly, like a Tibetan monk giving final instructions to a novice on his first trip: "Just a touch of yin and yang, Michael. All life is a swing between the opposites. Only for you, the strongest poles are male and female. See if you can relax and enjoy the swing." Then he inserted an inhalator in my nostril and the heady fumes of amyl nitrate filled my lungs. Almost at once my body flushed with sensation. I don't know what the physiology is, but what I felt was blood rushing to the skin area, and every pore, every hair follicle, was alive to touch, to the air, to the ethereal currents in the room, and, most pointedly, to the fingers now thrusting inside me.  
    I arched my back fully and raised my ass so the fingers would penetrate more deeply. I wanted them to pierce to the heart of me. I reached back and pulled my cheeks open. As from a distance, I could hear my breath come in harsh rasps.  
    Then Tocco's voice: "You let yourself get swamped by the sensation that time. I am going to explain this as we go along. I don't want you to remember it, it's all being taped anyway. But let the meaning of the words sink in. If you will notice, there was the split between the two images of male and female. Now there is a split between image and sensation, and you got trapped in the sensation only. Here, try this."  
    He helped a pipe to my mouth, and I clasped it between my teeth and took several deep inhalations. It seemed to be a highly potent distillation of hashish, and as I smoked, Samuel thrust into me all the way up to his knuckles. Within seconds, however, the sensations grew dimmer, and I could actually feel