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Exercising a Pleasurable Right

November 7th: Election Day

Moving around the country made getting to the polls difficult, particularly since each new state - sometimes each new city - demanded a new ID to let someone cast a vote for the future. But today? Today, Alex had made it in time, and he had everything he needed.

"First booth on the right," the mouse clerk had said, nodding down the line. "Pull the curtain and pick your representatives."

The chameleon knew that it was a little more than that, but he was still excited. Excited, nervous - well, a little boner, too, but that was something that he'd gotten used to. Fear and adrenaline made the body do stupid things, and -

No, no, don't focus on it. He reminded himself how bad an idea that could be by remembering what had happened just last night on a nervous phone call with the voting ID folk. He'd gotten more and more wound up, more and more embarrassed, and that fed into getting overexcited, and...well, the apartment building ended up needing a team of maids for what everyone got up to last night, suffice to say.

Alex turned to the booth in question, taking a few deep breaths and waiting for the pink scales running down his arms and neck to turn green once more. No longer quite so flustered, he ducked beneath the curtain and looked at the machine waiting for him.

This one looked almost more like a slot machine than a voting machine. He blinked as he stepped up to it, looking down at the scanner that waited at the bottom of the machine. The screen on the front asked him to scan his ID, so after a moment's hesitation, he pulled his card out and held it to the waiting red laser.

Then the machine went crazy.

Before he could respond, various mechanized arms shot out of the sides of the voting machine, pinning his hands in an extended position over the screen. One went down between his legs, forcing his zipper down, and others wrapped around his hips, pulling him forward. One, tipped with rubber, rammed between his teeth, pinning his tongue in place and keeping him from shouting.

"Welcome to the Voting Booth. Your participation in the electoral process is most appreciated. To show our appreciation, each vote you cast will be accompanied by a committee-approved expression of pleasure. This will continue until you reach the end of the ballot, at which point you will be hyper-stimulated to orgasm. If you fail to proceed to the next measure within two minutes of the previous one, you will be reminded to vote with an electric stimulation, progressively stronger until you choose to move to the next question.

"Thank you again for choosing to vote."

Alex was sure that this had to be a joke, or a dream, but - nope, nope, the rubber tube forcing its way forward onto his dick was making it very clear that this was real. It slid past the head and sucked, dragging his flaccid but rapidly stiffening shaft right into the tube. Further, further, further, right down to the base, and held it there. A low buzz rippled through the tube, leaving him whimpering into the rubber gag forcing his mouth open.

"Please choose between the candidates Hector Ramirez or Kandy Lane for your state senator."

He jammed the stylus against the open box by Hector, and the buzzing grew all the stronger. His legs trembled, almost going out from under him, but the mechanized arms of the voting machine wrapped all the tighter around him. The chameleon could hear the low buzz from further down the voting booth line, and blushed worse as he realized that everyone would be going through something very similar to what he was dealing with.

The inside of the rubber tube was very slick, wet with something more than just pre-cum, and it buzzed and pulsed along his length. Alex bit his lip, trying to focus through it, the machine already displaying another question.

"Mmmph...mmph..."

It was more than just trying to keep voting, though. Now that he was stuck there, he could feel the excitement of everyone around him much more keenly. The powers of an empath were not to be denied, and all he'd done to fool himself into thinking that they were just excited about voting just burned away. They weren't excited. They were fucking horny.

Squirming, he tapped the screen again, and again, each time pushing through to the next question. The machine kept finding new ways to stimulate him, no longer just buzzing, but thrusting against his cock, pushing down to the base and pulling back to the head. Metal arms kept him in place as the machine milked him, and he could feel his cock throbbing, begging to cum already.

Yet, the machine was relentless, and he bit his lips as he realized just what would happen if he didn't hold back. It would keep milking him. More, more, and more still, until he blew his load, and then further, while he was hypersensitive.

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

Alex started tapping his choices as soon as they appeared on-screen, barely remembering some of the measures and just hoping that he was voting appropriately. More than his own pleasure was hitting him, too; the empath was picking up the pleasure and excitement of the others in the voting booths further down the line, and that added to his own need. He could feel it pulsing in the air, and -

"Mmmph..."

Shit, it was starting to hit the others outside the booth. He whimpered, looking down at the screen.

"Measure 10/30. The city council has levied, without the approval of the people, a tax on -"

He groaned, tapping for it to be allowed. The sound of grunting, huffing need was growing outside of the booths now, his power rapidly getting out of control. He had to finish this fast, or he would be in the middle of an orgy.

"Measure 11/30 -"

"Mmmph!"

And now, there was something sliding back, between his cheeks. Oh, god...