By GratDelay

Aaron

There was a package waiting for me when I got home. It was a green cube-shaped box, big enough to hold a football helmet, but heavier. Something shifted around in it when I picked it up off the floor in the hallway. I carried it inside and shouldered the door closed as I inspected it. There were no markings besides the shipping labels. Just a uniform plasticky green. The return label said it was from Toben.

Did he think I was stupid enough to open something from him? I decided to find a bigger container to seal it up in. But before I could even set it down, the bottom dropped out of it.

Or rather, it poured out, like a thick stream of green latex paint. Uh oh. It fell on my feet and spread surprisingly rapidly into a smooth round puddle about 3 feet across.

My instinct was to drop the box and get away from the puddle, but it was already too late for that. My hands were stuck to the sides of the box, and my feet were stuck to the floor. Things were happening all at once, so it was hard for me to process. As I was trying to shake the box loose, the paint-like stream falling between the box and the floor suddenly flared out horizontally into a thin sheet which curled abruptly around my legs and lower torso. As quickly as it moved, it was suddenly as hard as rock. The puddle made a solid base, keeping me from tipping over.

Shit, the whole box was programmable smartmatter!

While I was gaping at the green engulfing my lower body, I missed the fact that the box had already coated my hands. By the time I noticed, it was approaching my elbows. It was weird to see it flowing up my body, still looking like paint, because wherever it had already coated my skin or clothes, it didn’t feel like paint. It felt like hard plastic. The box was rapidly melting away as its bulk transferred to my body, but it kept enough structure to hold my hands in the same position relative to each other. Once my shoulders and chest were covered and locked in place, the last bit of box turned into two blobs that merged into the green already on my hands. The blobs smoothed away, leaving a layer that showed every contour of my skin beneath.

I wasn’t just standing there admiring the process. I was struggling as hard as I could to shake it off or pull loose, but this did nothing more than trap me bent somewhat backwards and twisted to one side. Getting to a tool or my phone was never an option because my hands were trapped before I even knew I was in trouble.

How far was this going to go? Was it going to cover my head? Was it programmed with enough intelligence to avoid covering my airways? My heart was racing, and I drew in a breath to shout for help. As if it could sense what I was trying to do, some of the material slapped up over my mouth.

It was all over a few second later. The edges of the lower spill had already joined around the back of my legs and butt and spine, then climbed up to join the flow that had run up my arms and over my shoulders. More slowly, perhaps because there was little material left, it climbed up my neck and spread out from the mouth covering, creeping upwards to cover my ears and nose. To my great relief, it flowed around my nostrils. It also avoided my eyes, so I could still see. It all came together at the top of my head, and I was a statue. More like a green plastic army figure.

Wait! Had that bastard Toben actually designed this to look like an army toy? I wasn’t facing my mirror, so I couldn’t tell what I looked like, but I figured that was the reason the smartmatter had that particular shade of green.

As I stood there helplessly, I discovered that my new prison wasn’t done. When I struggled, I found I could move to some degree. I hoped it was too thin to actually hold me, if I just pushed hard enough. But it quickly became clear that I could only move parts of it and only in certain directions. As I tried to wiggle around, it was letting me move my arms and torso jerk by jerk towards some desired position, but preventing me from moving any other way. It was plenty strong enough to hold me. Eventually it completely froze up, with me in a more comfortable upright position. My hands were still in front of me with my legs slightly bent so my knees weren’t locked up.

Something similar happened to my mouth, which had been open when it muffled me, but as soon as I closed my jaw, it held it closed. Likewise, my lips were brought together and then somehow sealed shut.

My cock had no more luck at bending this super-strong coating, though not for lack of trying. Once I had maneuvered my body into the neutral upright position it seemed to want me in, my new prison became absolutely rigid. It was much thinner than an old-style fiberglass cast, but it was far less flexible. I couldn’t move anything at all. I had never been so completely immobilized, and it made me so fucking horny! Not knowing when I would be released made the experience even hotter.

The only downside was that my clothes were trapped inside this cast with me. Some seams or buttons or wrinkles were pretty uncomfortable, but there was absolutely nothing I could do about it. And I was leaking precum into my underwear. One weird sensation I discovered was letting myself go completely limp and still remaining in a completely upright position. Aside from that, the only other thing I could do was to strain against my prison.

Not knowing when I was going to be released went from being hot to being a huge concern. Did Toben even know his trap had been sprung? How long would he leave me here? Just how pissed off was he?

Nothing happened for a long time. The room got darker as the sun started to set, so I figured it had been at least a couple of hours. I was hungry and thirsty and ready to piss, and the novelty had completely worn off. My cock had subsided. But that’s what real bondage is like. Being sick of it had no effect on my predicament.

Eventually, I heard someone messing with the door. I figured it was Toben. But he didn’t come in. Damn, my door locked itself when I closed it. How was he going to get in here to let me out?

The sounds from outside went away. I started to freak out. Would he have to break in? Or get a locksmith? Or the RA? The more I thought about it, the more I thought he should be able to control this thing remotely. Why didn’t he just send it a release command?

Then I remembered my signal blocker. I had the latest in WIFI tech. I had gotten sick of my dorm mates trying to hack my gear. He didn’t have a password for my new wireless net, so his gear couldn’t communicate with anything in my room. Shit shit shit!

This was getting less and less fun. I didn’t really know how much difficulty he would have to get me loose, but I couldn’t keep my mind from spinning out the worst possible scenarios. The seams and buttons of my clothes were downright painful, and my bladder was killing me. I held off pissing inside this cast because I couldn’t stand the thought that I might soak my pants just to have Toben show up to let me out a minute later. But eventually the needs of my body won out. That was a huge relief, but I soon discovered just how little room there was inside the shell, because every bit of my pants wicked up the moisture and became soaked.

This led to another discovery about the smartmatter, because the dampness didn’t last long. As the wet sensation disappeared, I smelled the sharp tang of urine. How did the smell get on the outside of the cast? I realized then that all along I should have been soaking in my own sweat, but hadn’t been. I should have been drenched from head to toe, because aside from my eye- and nostril-holes, there were absolutely no openings. Apparently it had some sort of moisture-wicking property.

I was jolted out of my misery by a sudden loud sound. I think I caused multiple small sprains by spasming against absolute resistance in all directions. But my attention was focused on the sound, which was unmistakably that of a drill boring in to a wall. It lasted less than a minute. Shit, they would take that out of my rental deposit! All my awareness focused on my hearing, but for several minutes there was nothing but silence.

Suddenly, I could move! Well, a very small part of me could. Just as I noticed that my fingers could curl, my arms were settling to my side. I felt a surge of relief and hope as I tried to raise them again. I could! So this was not like the earlier one-way movement. But it was only my arms.

At least at first. In fact, my prison was becoming flexible from the top down, which gave me time to get my balance. Once I was standing upright under my own control, the disk on which I stood shrank. I could see the paint-like substance thickening on my legs as the puddle contracted.

Meanwhile I was trying to tear the damn stuff off of my body, to no effect. Wherever the material came into contact with itself, it was a slick as J-lube. I couldn’t get any purchase at all. Since my nostrils and eyes were the only openings, I tried to poke a finger in a nostril hole and hooking under the edge of the material to tear it. But it was much too tough, and when I removed my finger, it immediately resumed its original position in contact with my skin.

I turned around to look for a cutting implement, and nearly keeled over, because my left foot was tethered to something. I looked down to discover a tendril of the smartmatter extending from my ankle to the wall by the door. So that was how Toben had gotten past my security. Just as I realized this, there was a knock at my door.

I didn’t want to just let Toben in while I was still stuck in his trap. I went over to my desk and found some scissors. Fortunately the material was only slick when in contact with itself. Where did Toben get this stuff? I was able to hold the scissors without fear of them slipping or twisting in my hand as I tried to use them, which was good because I wanted to cut the material up against my body without cutting the skin beneath.

Toben pounded on the door. I ignored him and hooked a bit of the green material away from my nostril again. In this state, it felt very much like latex. I inserted the scissors and made a cut. The response from the smartmatter was immediate: everything from the top of my head to my waist went rigid. I gave a muffled curse, more of a grunt. I could see the scissors up against my nose by looking straight down with my right eye, so I could see the green substance oozing from my fingers to engulf the handles and then the blades. This had the additional effect of blocking that nostril, so my ability to breath now depended on one tiny hole. I got a bit panicky and started to breathe faster.

Fortunately, the smartmatter’s programmed defenses against cutting implements were more elaborate than that. A moment after the scissors were completely engulfed, I was able to move again. Gingerly, I pulled the scissors away from my face. The coating on the scissors remained rigid, and the blades were covered, rendering them useless. I threw them across the room and then stood considering my remaining options. As I was coming to the conclusion that I was well and truly fucked, my prison demonstrated yet another capability. The material around my chest began to tighten. Within seconds I could hardly draw a breath. Then my nostrils sealed up. I couldn’t breathe at all!

I got the message. Heart pounding, I rushed to the door. As I opened it, the constrictions disappeared, and I desperately sucked air in through my nose. Toben just stood there grinning.

Toben

I just started laughing as soon as Aaron opened the door. He looked fucking ridiculous! I pushed past him as he leaned on the doorknob wheezing through his nose holes. “About time,” I said, “You fucked up my plans.” He mumbled something back at me. The goo kept any air from getting past his lips, so he could hardly make an audible noise.

I put my bag of goodies down on his desk, elbowed him towards the middle of the room and shut the door. Maybe he could put on a show for his dorm later, but for now he was here to entertain me.

He mumbled and pointed at his mouth. I could see the pleading look in his eyes. Yeah, right. I wanted to get back to my plan. A few taps on my phone, and his base started to spread out from his feet. This time it was more bean-shaped, because his legs were spread apart, but it did just as good a job at keeping him upright. I pulled out a green doughboy-style army helmet and planted it on his green head. Then I pulled out a smaller blob of the green stuff and tugged on both ends. It quickly morphed into a machine-gun shape. He looked at it skeptically when I held it out to him, but then he slumped his shoulders and took it. Knowing what was going on, he gave in and struck up a pose. I tapped the main button on my app, and he froze. Now I had a life-size plastic army figure. I took out my video camera and recorded him from every angle.

It looked too perfect for me to miss the opportunity. He was definitely going to spend time in the main quad!

Aaron

I had been right about why the smartmatter was that stupid green color. Props to Toben for creativity.

Now that he wasn’t stuck outside the room with me stuck inside, I was literally breathing easier. I was actually into the feeling of being completely immobilized, or I would have been, if it weren’t for the discomfort. The layer of clothes in the mix was causing me real pain in places.

It was as if Toben read my mind. He put down his camera and said, “Let’s get you out of those uncomfortable things,” and started messing with his phone. I wondered if he was going to release me completely, but no such luck. Instead, something bizarre happened. The green stuff started squirming about on my body. I was especially aware when it oozed in around my balls and down to the end of my dick. I couldn’t tell what was happening at first, but pretty soon I could no longer feel the textures of my clothes anywhere. All I felt was uninterrupted smooth pressure on every inch of my body — except my feet, which were still in their shoes and socks. I made a sort of querying sound. Toben obliged me by allowing me to move again — partially. My legs were still rigid and attached to the base puddle. I put down the machine gun prop and looked down at myself. I saw that somehow the smartmatter had filtered through the fabric of my clothes until it was between the fabric and my skin. Now I was a green person wearing normal clothes — except for the stupid helmet, which I took off. I was impressed. I really wanted to ask Toben where he got this stuff, and how much he paid for it. I ran one hand over the opposite arm. The material remained extremely slick in contact with itself. It was a very pervy feeling. Toben interrupted, “All the rest of it too.”

I paused, thinking about how far I wanted to cooperate with him. I was sure he was going to get his way, but there’s a sort of face-saving thing to putting up resistance. Or maybe I got off on the idea of fighting futilely against my captivity. Again, Toben obliged me; this time by locking me back into statue mode. Yes, MUCH more comfortable without the clothes against my body! Without meaning too, I let out a bit of a moaning sound. I could see him making more gestures on his phone app. Then I was back in that weird one-way movement mode. The more I struggled, the more I moved, jerk by jerk, into the pose he wanted. This time, my arms ended up straight over my head. He had no trouble pulling my shirt off then. More fiddling with his phone. It didn’t seem to affect me at first, but as I was trying to wiggle around in my prison, I realized I had begun to tilt backwards. Once my center of gravity was far enough over, I moved faster. I felt a surge of panic, because I couldn’t stop it from happening. But I wasn’t actually falling. The smartmatter base was hinging at my feet and setting me down slowly. Soon enough I was lying on my back on the floor.

Looking up at Toben standing over me increased the feeling of helplessness. He was looking quite pleased with himself. He was also stroking his obviously hard cock through his pants. My cock had no room to grow in its cock-shaped prison. I growled with frustration.

Toben changed his settings, and my feet disconnected from the base. Then the smartmatter crept down between my skin and my socks. It tickled intensely as the front edge of it crossed my soles. I was caught by surprise and let out a laughing noise. Damn. It’s never good to let on that you’re ticklish. I anxiously glanced Toben’s way. He looked like someone had just handed him a present. Which I had. Damn damn damn.

Anyway, he easily made my legs raise up off the floor and robbed me of my shoes, socks, pants, and underwear. My feeling of helpless vulnerability doubled, but my cock was straining for more.

Toben

Next thing to do was ditch the nasty green color. I had to search around for the right menu. Color wasn’t the control I wanted to access most of the time, so it was buried a bit. There. Basic black would do for now.

This was too perfect! My revenge was almost making what he had put me through worthwhile. Almost. Well, the head in a box thing at the end was pretty fucking awesome. And I guess he had reason to get back at me for that time when I taped him to the football goalpost. But no fucking equipment manager gets to make me look like an idiot in front of the team, not even Aaron. Not mention scaring the crap out of me. He and I had a history going back to fifth grade, but if he wanted escalation, he would get fucking escalation.

Now that he wasn’t green, he was looking pretty hot all stretched out with every detail exposed. And he had just reminded me how ticklish he is. But I decided to save that option for later. Right now, I wanted to do something about his cock, which looked like it wasn’t living up to its full potential. Maybe I could fix that.

With my phone app, I changed the setting to unlock the crotch area, leaving the rest rigid. My plan was to give him a few strokes to get a rise out of him, but he was already coming to attention. He was into this too!

I was kinda jealous of him, but I could try out my toy on myself later, now that I’d seen it working perfectly on my test subject. I inverted the settings, and the goo was flexible everywhere except the crotch. Once he figured out he could move, Aaron cautiously stood up. He looked a me warily, then walked over to his mirror and checked himself out.

When it was black, the goo looked like a latex catsuit that fits perfectly everywhere. It was like a superhero costume in the movies, with that kind of painted-on look that you always wished you had when you wore a spandex halloween costume. Only there were no seams or zippers anywhere, and it only wrinkled where your skin wrinkled, so it was even more like a painted-on look than they get in the movies. And judging by the way Aaron was acting, it felt pretty good too. He was sliding his covered hands all over his covered body and making little moaning noises. Then he sort of flinched and jerked his hips back while grabbing his crotch – I guess I froze his cock before he was done growing. Nice.

“I’m glad you like it,” I said, “cuz you’re going to be wearing it a while.”

He growled at me and made a drinking gesture.

“Thirsty? No problem!” I reached into my bag and pulled out a sports bottle with a tube. I handed it to him and pointed to a small ring that looked like green plastic around the end of the tube. “That’s the key to open your mouth.” He looked at me and then back at the tube, then mumbled some more. His pissed off look was priceless. In case you don’t know, when no air will pass through your lips, even garbled talking stops working. You can hum all you want, but if you try to make words, the air backs up and your vocal cords shut down.

I took the bottle from him and filled it up at his sink, then handed it back to him. He looked at me suspiciously, but eventually held the tube up to his covered mouth. Nothing happened until the tube touched the smartmatter over his mouth. I could see his jaw move slightly, which meant his lips were unsealed, and the tube poked through the surface. The opening was just big enough for the tube, so he still couldn’t talk. He made a sound which I guess meant “You suck,” because that’s what he always said when I got him good, but he did drink all the water. Guess he was thirsty. When he was done he tried to hand the bottle back to me, but I said, “Keep it. You can use it for your dinner, too.” I pulled some cans of meal replacement drinks from the bag and put them on his dresser. They were all peanut butter flavored. I know he hates peanut butter. He looked at them and flipped me off.

Aaron

As soon as I pulled the tube of the sports bottle away, the opening sealed up over my lips, and as soon as I let my jaw close, I was blocked from opening it again. In theory I didn’t have a right to be pissed off at the way he was acting, but I flipped him off anyway. His grin got bigger. Then he reached into his bag again. How much shit did he have in there?

What he pulled out was another green block just like the one that had already trapped me. He held it out to me, but I pulled away. No way that could be good news for me. Since I wouldn’t take it, he just chucked it at me. Instinctively I put up my hands to block it, but it just sort of splashed. I say ‘sort of’ because every drop of it stayed connected to the central mass, which passed between my hands and struck my chest. Of course it stuck. It was also sticking to my hands. Because it was still green, I could see its progress as it spread across my body and completely covered the black layer. It didn’t feel any different, so I still had no idea what it was for. It’s not like the original skin needed any reinforcement to keep me completely immobilized.

The new layer suddenly turned black. I looked up to see Toben fiddling with his phone again. I wondered what I could do if I got ahold of that phone, but then Toben was talking again. I noticed his voice seemed a little more muffled, now that my skin was twice as thick. “Just some extra features to get you through the night,” he said. “If you’re going to eat or take a dump, you’ll want to do it now.” That sounded ominous. My need to know what his plan was made my mouth seal all the more frustrating. In the end, hunger won out over other conflicting urges. I opened a can of protein shake and the sports bottle, dumped one into the other, re-capped the bottle, and drank. Gahh! Peanut butter. I forced it down. Afterwards, I longed to brush my teeth.

He was still fiddling with his phone, and his back was turned to me. Purely on impulse, I reached around and plucked the phone from his hands.

Instant statue. But my feet weren’t attached to a base this time, so I lost my balance and couldn’t do anything to stop it. I crashed into my desk. My heart was pounding, but as soon as I came to rest at an odd angle, I realized I wasn’t hurt. My shell was hard enough to completely protect me from the impact.

“Nice try,” Toben said, as he took the phone back from me. As hard as I had been gripping it, it slid right out of my hand. “The phone is a no-go area for you.” He moved to the far side of the room, and the shell softened gradually, so I could stand up. Did I imagine it, or did it stay hard where it met the edge of the desk until I stood up? Again I wondered how much programming he had put into this thing. Part of me wanted to talk shop with him about it, but that was not in the cards just then.

“You OK?” he asked.

Aside from being a total prisoner in my own room, unable to even beg for release? But I knew he was referring to my fall. I nodded.

“Good. Now we can get you ready for bed.”

But I didn’t want to go to bed. It was only about 9:30, and I hadn’t done my homework. I tried to hum and gesture my protest, but he just pushed me into the middle of the room and faced me towards my video wall. Then I was a statue again.

No, wait. It was one-way movement mode again.

It’s hard to describe how frustrating the one-way movement thing was. The only way to “fight” it was to stay completely still, which is nearly impossible, and which leaves you no better off than if you were held totally rigid. But if you moved, you were going along with your captor’s plans, and you know you might no like what he had in mind for you. And once you ended up right where he wanted you, there was no going back.

This time was weird because it felt like I was defying the laws of physics. I was ending up curled up, like halfway to a fetal position, but I was staying upright at the same time. My knees and hips were somewhat bent, and my arms were curved out in front of me like I was holding a barrel. But if my legs were coming up to my torso, why was my head still at the same height?

Toben answered my unasked questions by turning on my video wall and slaving it to his phone. I had a brief glimpse of the app he was using to control me — there was a 3D representation of my body, in my current position, with a surprising degree of detail, plus a bunch of menus — then he turned on his phone’s camera, and I was looking at myself.

I had already admired myself in the mirror, but that didn’t stop me from being drawn in again by the sight of me all in smooth shiny black. The fact that the figure I was looking at was completely immobile somehow made it even hotter. My cock was straining again in its prison as I stared at the image of the same cock on the screen, totally still and not revealing the twitches or the pressure inside.

Eventually I tore my attention away to the bigger picture, and then I understood what had happened to me. The base circle was back on the floor beneath me, and multiple tendrils connected me to it. They formed spindly legs from my butt, my thighs, and my feet, which were no longer in direct contact with the ground. I was like some sort of modern art sculpture on a display stand.

Toben said, “I read it’s not too healthy to keep a patient in a body cast in one position too long. Can lead to bedsores or blood pooling or something. Plus I don’t want you to get too bored. So just relax and let me rock you to sleep.”

Then I was tilting sideways, or rather rotating sideways in place. It was a slow, smooth movement, without the slightest bump or vibration. As I had been doing throughout my ordeal, I tried to struggle against this new action, but as usual it had no effect. New black tendrils oozed off of my lower shoulder and connected with the base puddle. The tendrils from my feet were elongating perfectly to maintain the connection with the floor. Soon I was staring at the screen sideways, and I was supported by spindly legs from my shoulder, hip, knee, elbow, and foot.

This sideways position was just as comfortable as the upright position. In fact since my clothes were removed the whole thing produced no physical discomfort at all. Except in my crotch. And there was the fact that I tend to get fidgety.

I thought the movement had stopped once I was turned sideways, but eventually I noticed that I couldn’t see the whole screen anymore. The movement had just slowed down to a crawl, and I was rotating on a different axis, so I was like a pig on a spit.

I wondered if I would rotate all the way around, and it took about 15 minutes to find out that I would, and that the rotations would continue. Just before the screen disappeared entirely from my view again, Toben said, “Sleep hard!” and suddenly everything went dark.

Had he turned out the lights? No, there would still be light from various electronic devices in my room. He must have caused my eyes to be covered. Apparently the smartmatter was cupping my eyes, because I felt no pressure on my eyelids, and my eyelashes didn’t brush against anything.

The darkness was too much for me at first, and I tried again to make my protests heard. After a few aborted attempts to get sounds through my mouth, I was reduced to a desperate sort of humming. There was no answer from Toben. With a start, I realized I wasn’t hearing anything at all that didn’t come from my own body. All I could hear besides my pointless mewling was the sound of my pulse and my breath through my nostrils. He had blocked my ears too!

Aside from those sounds and the pressure against every inch of my skin, plus the sense of my slow rotations, my brain was cut off from all the usual inputs from the world. I struggle desperately against my confinement, my heart pounding. The struggling only lasted a minute, as it was utterly futile, but it took quite a bit longer for my heart rate to subside. I was suddenly obsessed with all kinds of things that could go wrong. What if my sinuses got blocked up? What if I became nauseous and had to throw up? What if something happened to Toben?

In fact, where was Toben? Was he even still in the room? What if he left and got himself locked out again, or crashed his car? What if the batteries died on his phone, or if there was a bug in his programming?

My cock, which had been straining against its slightly-too-small confinement, produced a new sensation by shrinking away from the inside of the shell. Even in my panicky state, I somehow regretted the loss of my hard-on. This led me to turn my mind away from my fears by trying to get turned on again. After all, I was in the perfect bondage. I couldn’t move any part of my body at all. At the same time, my confinement was so perfect that nothing was jabbing in to me or cutting off circulation (except sometimes my poor cock). I couldn’t speak or see or hear. I had no control over how long this would go on, and no way of finding out from my captor. I was totally powerless.

Maybe it was partly the passing of time and becoming used to my situation, but my meditation seemed to work very well within a couple of minutes. My breathing and heart rate slowed down to a reasonable level. My cock rallied again and soon enough its unyielding container was squeezing it. There was nothing I could do to give it relief. What had I been thinking?

Toben

For a while, just watching Aaron helplessly turning in his shiny black prison was a big turn-on, but after a rotation or two, I needed other stimulation.

Of course I wasn’t going to leave him, not that he could tell. In fact I hadn’t planned for him to be trapped alone for long earlier — his wireless security had fucked up my plans. But that mishap showed why I need to stick around. I thought my programming was ironclad, but you don’t know every thing that can go wrong until it does.

Now that he was cut off from the rest of the world, I put my control application’s status display up on his wall video and turned on the audible alerts. The shell was monitoring his breathing, heart rate, even galvanic skin response. Kev had shown me where to download a bunch of health alert modules to plug into my app, so I had a surprisingly good idea of Aaron’s condition; and it had a bunch of warning sounds for possible life-threatening events.

I could even tell when he lost his hard-on. I took that opportunity to make the crotch part of his shell shrink a bit — just to make it a bit more interesting when he got turned on again.

Then I started exploring Aaron’s place. I had nothing better to do while keeping an eye on him, but mainly I was looking for a couple specific items. If they were still in his ‘lair’ back at the sports center, I would have to lift a copy of his keycard. Fortunately, he had brought them home, and they weren’t that well-hidden. They were in a trunk at the foot of his bed, locked with a key that I took from his own pocket. With an evil grin, I set them aside to take to my car. Then I went back to look at the other intriguing things I found in his trunk.

Aaron was a kinky as I was! I guess I always knew that, but we had never really talked about it. It was clear he knew how much I was into the team gear, and I had always figured he was too, since he was equipment manager when he didn’t need to be. He did OK on the track team, and his parents made good money, so it wasn’t like he need the credits or the pay. But here in this trunk were other fun toys besides the ones I had stolen: some cuffs, hoods, gags, and plugs. The plugs got me thinking about some quick changes I could make to his current outfit, maybe even by tomorrow.

Then I found a small bottle of something I’d never heard of. Bremelanotide-6. I had to look it up on the web. A light bulb went on in my head. So that was why I had gone so crazy a few times when he was fucking with me. I definitely had some changes to make in my plans for the fucker.

I had brought my tablet to do my reading and other homework, but I decided to go to work on some fun new mods to the program instead. First I had to hack his security so all my gear was now trusted on his network. Not only would that allow me to upload my homework, it made sure that I wouldn’t lose control of my creation again. Then I coded up a mod that would let a section of the shell carry tiny reservoirs of fluid and act like a drug patch to pass the fluids thru and deposit them under the skin. After that I played with different ways for the smartmatter to violate Aaron’s ass. I kept coming up with more ideas to make my toy more and more kinky, but I could only code so many in one night. I thought about how much money I could make selling the idea (but I knew enough from my lawyer mom that I really didn’t want to take on the liability), but mostly I thought about getting to try it out on myself.

I tried on one of Aaron’s gags with one of his hoods. I had never worn either before. Watching Aaron turn slowly in his prison; feeling his gag filling my mouth and smelling the leather encasing my head; thinking about what I was going to do to him tomorrow; and mostly, thinking about trading places with him in that shell – I slowly stroked and teased my cock, until I splattered a huge load all over his black surface.

After that, it was just homework and sleep. Oh, and whacking off a couple more times.

To be continued …

Metal would like to thank GratDelay for writing Lucky Cup!

Today’s gay bondage fiction is sponsored by Bound In Public