By GratDelay

This story is dedicated to Strappeddown, who inspired me to go back to work on it. And to Padlock86, who forced me to finish it.

Toben

One of the features in my control app told me Aaron was still here. That was handy. I stuck him in place and did a quick scan of the locker room, the coaches’ office, the showers… I stopped along the way and grabbed a duffel from my locker, then I went to see Aaron.

“OK,” I said, “All the doors are shut, I turned off most of the lights, and I made sure everyone else has left. Will anyone walk in on us?”

He shook his head. “Not likely.”

“Good. You’ve been bogarting my suit long enough, so let’s wrap this up.”

I couldn’t figure out the expression on his face. I had expected more fear, I guess.

“I was kinda hoping you’d let me keep the suit,” he said.

“As if. And let you sneak up on me with it?”

“I thought about that. You could rig it so that it won’t work on you. Maybe you wear, I don’t know, a pendant that repels the suit, just like I couldn’t touch your phone.”

That stopped me for a minute. It was a good idea.

“OK, I’ll do that. Thanks. But no suit for you.”

“Why? What else are you going to do with it?”

This guy talks too much. I tapped on a routine I had pre-defined, and the suit crawled up his neck and swallowed his head. It sealed his mouth shut like it did the first time, while the rest of the suit relaxed. He could move around the room, but not speak.

“Strip!” I commanded.

He made a show of letting his resistance crumble. Whatever! Then he took his clothes off. He actually folded things, sort of, and stacked them on the counter. When his pants finally came off, I found he already had a full black shiny hard-on. I would too, in his place. Actually, I was chubbing up pretty nicely inside my (removable) cup. Seeing him again as a black, perfectly smooth mannequin was pushing my buttons. I wanted to be the one wearing it, even knowing what was coming next for him.

I was kinda nervous. This was going to be tricky and complicated, and I hadn’t been able to test it out beforehand. We had been doing haptics in my Materials Programming class, so I was going to try to do some, ah, interfacing between me and Aaron. I thought it sucked I couldn’t turn this in as my class project, because it was ten times more complicated than the thing I had turned in for a grade. It should be; I’d spent ten times more hours on it. But somehow I don’t think I could do the class demo without getting kicked out of school.

I pulled up the menu for running the program and almost pushed the button, but then I got an idea. I pointed out to the locker room. Even through the black skin, I could tell he was reluctant. I pulled up a different menu and zapped his nipples. He cringed and grunted, and then walked out into the locker room.

I led him over to my locker. I started grabbing my damp gear and dumping it into his arms. When he had all of it — about 15 pounds of stuff, I pushed him back to the equipment room. Even from behind I could tell by the way his back and shoulders moved that he was inhaling big whiffs of my stinking gear. Better get used to it, I thought.

Back in the equipment room, I told him to dump the gear on his workbench.

“Now put it on,” I ordered. He didn’t try to fight me on that one. Fucker. After all those smirks when he caught me at Devlin’s locker. He stepped in to the hip girdle.

“Wait!” I said. He looked up at me as I reached in to my sweats and came out with a cup. His eyes widened, then rolled up a bit, like he might faint. I handed it to him, and slowly but willingly he placed it over his hard dick. His junk disappeared, like when a magician palms a… I don’t know… a rabbit or whatever.

But then it wouldn’t stay on. Fuck! The suit kept it from doing the bonding routine. I had to fuck around with the manual settings to make it work. I couldn’t just remove the smartmatter from his crotch, because I still had plans for his junk.

I hate this crap; like when I’m trying to show off something really cool, and suddenly everyone is standing around watching while I try to get things to work. The feeling of pressure really sucks, and makes it harder to get things straightened out.

Finally I got it to vary the permeability in a small area, and the cup bonded. Aaron’s only sport was Track, so I wondered if he’d even worn one before. Welcome to my world, I thought.

So then I had him go back to gearing up. Away from the locker room, I was aware of how much it smelled, and how it was stinking up the whole room. The whole team had a tradition of not cleaning our gear during the season, and acting proud of the stench. I guess I kinda started it when I was a frosh. I hoped that only Aaron realized how much I took advantage of the tradition.

Now Aaron was getting initiated in to our cloud. Honorary stink bomb.

Or was he? I wondered if he’d worn my gear before, when no one was around.

He put on the helmet, fumbled with the chin strap, then slipped on the gloves. I had left the jersey behind in my locker. He started moving around, feeling the pads pressing in to his body, and looking at himself from different angles. Too bad for him, no mirror in the equipment room.

Anyway, back to my plan. I pulled up the program menu again, and hit the start button.

Aaron jerked as he felt things change. One arm was already parallel to the floor; now it could only go up. The other arm started heading upwards too.

It’s hot watching someone when the suit is in one-way mode. You can tell they are trying to move in different directions, but things only go when they move in the right directions. Sometimes, if they are struggling, they might make a sudden sweeping move and then stop, while other times they move in tiny jerks, trying to resist letting the suit have its way. Every inch of ground he gives up he can’t get back. Seeing him being fucked with like that got me hard. I had to rearrange my shorts, since he was wearing my cup.

Aaron wasn’t fighting it, and when he figured out that I wanted his arms up, he raised them. They ended up in a sort of rock star pose, his arms out at about 45 degrees to his body and angled a little forward, his gloved fingers spread.

The pedestal shape oozed out around the pads on his legs, spreading across the floor. More ooze came out of different parts of his body and reached down to the pedestal. As these touched down and hardened, they started supporting his weight. Then the one-way mode affected his legs, which ended up spread out and also somewhat forward relative to his torso. His knees were bent too, so he kinda looked like someone riding a chopper with those stupid high handlebars (Give me a racing bike any day, and the leathers to go with them).

The supporting columns started tilting him backwards. Soon he was almost but not quite horizontal. His arms and legs were sticking out away from his body. His crotch, or rather the cup, was completely exposed, right between the thigh pads.

I figured out that he couldn’t feel any of those pads, the way things were, because the suit had gone rigid. I paused the program and fiddled with the settings until the suit did its magic and seeped up through the fabric and around the pads, until the gear was inside with him.

That was a hot look too! Like a black statue of an athlete, (but the sculptor had never played sports and didn’t know how to pose an athlete). The shape of the pads was perfectly contoured, gleaming under the ceiling lights. I snapped a few pics with my phone.

Now it was time. I reached into my duffel and dug out a smallish cube of the same kind of smartmatter that Aaron was wearing. His face was pointed up towards the ceiling just above the door, but he was looking downwards at me. He made a wary noise when he saw the cube.

I set it down and used my phone controls to cover Aaron’s eyes, and I stopped his hearing while I was at it. No peep show for Aaron!

I stripped off my clothes, then picked up the phone and started the haptics program. Would it all work the way I wanted? I set the phone down on the counter next to the cube, where I could see it and reach it easily.

Aaron was afraid my new cube was for him, but it was for me. It was a haptic game controller that I had designed. I was very proud of it. THIS was an invention that I could probably sell without the legal liability of the bondage suit!

When the program launched, a large beige spot appeared on one face of the black cube. A sort of diagram of a human male body appeared like it was etched on the top face. As I watched, the body-drawing moved from a standing position to exactly the position Aaron was in. That meant it had interfaced with his suit.

Where to start? I used gestures to reorient the diagram so I could see the right part, then touched the little asterisk below the diagram of his balls. The beige spot rippled.

Holding my breath, I picked up the cube with both hands, beige spot towards me. My dick was already good and ready, so I slowly, gently pressed the tip up against the center of the spot.

Aaron grunted loudly. The whole ‘sculpture’ jiggled a bit. He must be struggling pretty hard in there!

The cube gave way a bit. Then I could feel it twitch. That was Aaron! I thought. I was getting haptic feedback. And so was he.

I pushed harder, and then it felt like the puckered shape it was mapped to. Aaron whined a bit, and then he must have relaxed, because I was in.

It felt great! Like the real thing! The cube took care of making it feeling well-lubed. As my cock went in, it was reading the shape, and that exact shape was invading Aaron’s ass for real. The suit was also producing lube.

The cool part was that as the dick-shape probed his hole, it was mapping the territory, and sending that info back to the cube, which used it to make the hole that I was stuffing. That was why it felt so real. When Aaron’s muscles clenched, I felt it; and when I pulled back a bit, he felt it.

For all Aaron knew, I might have actually been fucking him.

When I felt him fully relax into the experience, I drove all the way in, until he could feel the shape of my balls against his crotch. I pulled back and drove in again, moaning a bit myself. I could feel every contour, every twitch, and it felt good! But I had to pace myself, because I wasn’t done messing with him.

I started fucking him in earnest, getting a good deep rhythm going. As I did so, I said, “Loop start,” then a few moments later, “loop end”. A pulsing circle appeared over the ass on the diagram. I stopped fucking the cube and pulled out, but it didn’t stop for Aaron. I walked over to him and leaned in close to his head. He was moaning happily in his prison.

So far my new haptic toy was working great! Now for his first surprise.

I went back to the cube and stared at the diagram. What next?

The face!

The cube changed shape. Now the brown circle bulged outwards. Then details appeared quickly: Aaron’s nose, Aaron’s cheeks, Aaron’s lips, Aaron’s eye sockets and eyes… it looked like a detailed mask, but it was moving. I could see his jaw working and his eyeballs flicking back and forth.

“I’d fuck that,” I said, and pressed his face to my dick.

Something was wrong. Now what? Why didn’t he open his mouth?

Oh yeah. I set the cube down (I should have given it handles or something) and fiddled with the phone.

His mouth was sealed shut. Not only could he not accept my meat, the haptic signal couldn’t override the routine that held it shut. He still didn’t know what was coming. Sweet!

I fixed that and tried again. I distinctly heard Aaron try to say “What the fuck???” but that’s hard to do when a smartmatter cock is pushing in.

Now realism is great and all, but I was no idiot. I had added some safety features. The teeth shapes were smooth and rounded, and a governor kept him from biting down hard (yes, the smartmatter had spread into his mouth). At my end, the effect was obvious. For him, if he bit down, it would feel like he tried to bite a chunk of hard, dense rubber. I also gave the suit a sort of override priority, so my cock was stronger than his jaw muscles. He literally couldn’t keep me out. Finally the program made it so he could move his neck to a degree, but it stopped him past a certain point, so it was still supporting his head.

There was some weird sensations on my dick as he tried to expel the cock shape, and ask a question, and gag a bit. But he actually knew what to do, and once he came to terms with the fact that he was somehow being fucked at both ends at the same time, he settled down and rolled out the red carpet.

Fuck, that felt good too. The tongue shape swirled on my shaft (the cube produced more lube to simulate saliva), and he moved his head back and forth, which gave me the sensation of him going up and down, the lips making a perfect seal. I felt myself getting close. “Oh no you don’t” I said, then, “loop start….…loop end,” again. I pulled out of the cube just in time.

“Daaaaamn,” I said.

Just looking at him, you couldn’t tell that anything was going on, but he was still moaning, and I could detect the smell of his arousal through the smell of my pads pressing against his body. Maybe the wicking feature needed some work, I thought.

Looking at the pads, helmet and gloves on his still form reminded me of another setting that I hadn’t tried yet. Maybe it would help him enjoy the pads more.

It took me a bit to find it in all the menus, since I hadn’t used it before. There we go.

I looked over, and my sculpture was moving.

This setting made the shell like dense rubber. He could flex it, but not enough to really change his position. He started squirming and undulating. I gripped my cock as I watched, because it was one of the sexiest things I had ever seen. I almost shot my load AGAIN, but willed myself to let go of my cock and stick with the program.

Next up: left hand. No wait, the gloves were in the way. I had to fiddle with the program to get the suit to let me pull them off and then re-coat his hands. Then I realized I needed to free his hands from the dense rubber setting. Always fucking details! He clenched and unclenched them as he moaned.

Back to the cube. I touched the left hand on the diagram, and the cube got even more bizarre. The face flattened away, then a fist pushed out. Suddenly it started clenching and twitching just like Aaron’s. I looked around for something level at the right height. The chair was too low, the counter too high. I ended up resting the cube on Aaron’s chest, the bizarre hand waving out the side closest to me. I was going to get a hand job from him, but first, on an impulse, I grabbed the hand with mine. He grasped mine back, then started massaging my hand with his fingers. I returned the favor, using both hands. I felt like we were actually expressing something beyond the revenge game. What if we just did this stuff with each other without tricking each other into it?

OK, fuck it, I was attracted to Aaron. Learning how kinky his mind was, and even how he responded to my revenge, opened up a lot of possibilities.

And he had big brassy balls, too. I knew from the way he handled the last two days that he was enjoying this, so I was in no danger of him retaliating in anger. When he fucked with me, he knew how pissed I was. But he faced me after it was over, and basically challenged me to give as good as I had gotten. I was actually hoping that he was pleased with my vengeance.

OK, enough emo. I let go of the virtual hand, and offered it my cock instead. It fumbled around for a second, and I heard Aaron giggle around the dick that was fucking his mouth. The hand gave my dick a friendly squeeze. Then it squeezed harder. “OWWW, MOTHERFUCKER!” I shouted, trying to pull away. The cube came with me, and dropped to the floor. I had to throw myself down to stay with it, or it might have ripped my dick off. I landed on my hands and knees, or I would have crushed the virtual hand. I didn’t know if the suit would have been able to transmit enough force to actually harm Aaron and I didn’t want to find out.

The hand had released me. Who knows how he interpreted what was going on through the haptic feedback he was getting? I grabbed on to his arm and leg to pull myself up, then I picked up the cube and set it on his torso again, nudging it a little further towards his navel.

I’d lost my boner, but I figured Aaron could fix that. “Fool me twice,” I muttered, as I thrust my dick toward the hand. It fumbled around, feeling what’s what until Aaron grasped the situation, and started stroking and pinching gently. Oops, the hand program didn’t expect to need lube! I pulled away, then gave the hand a squeeze before I went to my duffle and dug out some silicone. I squirted some on the hand, and on my dick, and I spread it around. Then back to this surprisingly complicated hand job.

It didn’t take long for me to be hard as a rock again. Aaron was good at this too! He mumbled something that sounded like a request. I didn’t bother trying to figure out what it was. Instead, I tapped on the spot on the diagram over the ass, and a ring appeared around it, with a single dot on the ring. I slid this dot clockwise around the circle, and Aaron squealed. The virtual dick repeatedly fucking his ass had gone into overdrive.

“That’s right pig, take it!” I said. Not that he could hear. Twisting carefully so as not to lose contact with his busy hand, I grabbed my phone. I stared at the screen, trying figure out what things meant. Damn, I was horny and distracted!

There. I turned his hearing back on.

“That’s right pig, take it!” I said, but now it sounded forced. The hand gave my dick a warning shake. I recorded a loop for that hand, then fired it up.

Time for the right hand. I think he was even better with that one. He pinched my frenum, twirled around my cock-head, and gave me occasional deep strokes. My cock was loving the attention. I was moaning again, but this time he could hear me. I could feel the build up to shooting, but not yet! Another loop, and I stepped back, breathing hard.

I was surprised at my own willpower. When I’m this hot, I would normally say fuck it and shoot, even though it would have ruined my plans. Had my week in Aaron’s fucking box given me more control? No way I was going to thank him.

I looked down at my creation. Aaron was splayed out in front of me, his position similar to a guy in a sling, and he was getting fucked like a guy in a sling. He was covered with stinky used gear, surrounding him with a cloud of me at my rankest. But at the same time, he was taking a cock in his mouth, even though his mouth was behind the cage of my helmet. There were two more cocks resting in his hands (now that they were looping, he couldn’t get away from the sensation. He could have stopped playing with the cocks — he didn’t! — but he couldn’t make them go away).

I was a fucking evil genius!

I had always wanted to try out my own suit, after I took it back from Aaron. I had made up some programs that would work on me for a defined period of time, then free me. But now, seeing how well the haptics program worked, I wanted to figure out how to incorporate them into my self-control program. I started to think about how that would work, but I shook my head. I muttered, “Get in the game, Toben.”

I double-tapped the ass icon, and Aaron sighed, but then he tried to say something again, a little more insistently. “Is your jaw getting tired” I asked. He nodded vigorously. I double-tapped the face icon too. “Take five,” I said.

“What does that mean?” he said, so I used my phone to seal his mouth shut again.

Then I fiddled with the cube, bringing the tight little hole back. It was fine to let him take it up the ass for a long time, but I wanted to feel it again. I thrust myself in, less hesitantly this time, and Aaron gave an outraged growl. “Fuck yeah!” I answered.

I got close really quickly this time. His hole felt great! I started pounding, hard, and he started grunting with each thrust. “Oh my fucking god!” I shouted. I looked over at his surreal sexy black body, the shape of the pads outlined against his lean frame, the sports cup making a smooth mound where his…

“NOOO, DAMMIT!” I shouted, and pulled out again, not a second too soon.

Aaron made a querulous noise. I had forgotten his cock! And another thing too: I had gotten too worked up and almost literally blown it.

Back to the diagram. This time, I tapped the crotch.

There was no need to remove the cup. Inside the cup, his junk was covered by the suit. And here came his virtual junk now, magically extruding out of the cube. The cube also changed shape, with two edges retreating and rounding off. I flipped the cube so his cock and balls were on the top face, which was now more like a saddle. More quizzical noises from Aaron. NOW the chair was the right height. I set the cube down on it.

His cock was pretty hard. Probably feeling left out of all the other things going on. Let’s fix that.

First I turned the ass-pounding loop back on. He grunted, then sighed with something like contentment.

The dick shape was gleaming. The cube program knew to lubricate this body part. Still, I lubed myself a bit, working my fingers in to my own hole. Then I straddled the cube and lowered myself.

Aaron let out a moan. I could tell he was trying to say, “Oh, fuuuuuuuck!”

I grabbed my cock and stroked it lightly as I maneuvered up and down, working the shaft into my ready hole. I gave a hiss. He was pretty big when hard! I took my time. Unlike the mouth program, this one did not read his hip movements, so he couldn’t thrust in to me, though I could see he was trying.

I wiggled a bit. There! My prostate lit up like a magnesium flare. I took my hand away from my cock, or that little bit of extra stimulation would have sent me over the edge. My hand waved around, fingers grasping, reaaally wanting to get back to my dick. I let out a strangled sound of pure need. How long could I keep this up? This was awesome. Pleasure signals were coming from all over my body, and it was hard to think. But there was something, something I was still supposed to do.

Aaron sounded like he was having trouble breathing. That brought me back from the edge. I snatched up the phone and released his mouth again. He gasped a few times, then started wailing. Now that I had my wits about me, I turned on the loop, then humped his virtual pole several time. Stopped recording, loop taking over. With a regretful sigh, I raised myself off of the shaft.

Aaron had stopped wailing and was pleading, “Please Toben! Please! It’s been soo long, and I need it soo bad!”

Time to give his mouth something more useful to do! It was one of the hardest things I had ever done, but I was glad I had kept myself from going over edge.

One last reconfiguration of the cube: back to face mode. I left the cube on the chair, so the face was pointing up at the ceiling, just like Aaron’s real face. The mouth was silently matching everything Aaron was saying.

Another tweak with the phone, and the smartmatter crept into Aaron’s mouth again, curling around his lips, reaching his gums, then engulfing his teeth, coating his palate, and then his tongue. He made a gagging noise, but it was just surprise. The coating was light enough and flexible enough that it didn’t depress his tongue or put pressure on his palate — nothing to actually trigger a gag reflex. It also didn’t stop him from talking. “This feels freaking weird!”

Looking down, I could see from the haptic cube that he was waggling his tongue experimentally. Just the invitation I needed. I straddled the chair and lowered myself once again.

“Urrf!” came from my black sex sculpture. I felt the lips on my taint.

Trying to speak around the deformation imposed by the suit, he said, “No Toben, fuck, I can’t! It’s too…” but I waggled my cheeks and he made another outraged noise. I felt the lips close firmly.

“Dude! I’m over here!” I said, “I promise not to fart on you.” The lips under me twitched as Aaron tried not to laugh.

“You see? It’s just the suit, no dirtier than you. And you are a very very dirty boy, aren’t you?”

With an aggrieved groan, his lips parted. I stroked my shaft, keeping it in the game. And then, delicately, I felt the tongue.

He had been doing so well with everything else that I was surprised there was something he wasn’t experienced at. On the other hand, it wasn’t very complicated.

All those nerves down there fired off, and I arched my back. “Yessssss!” Why are there so many nerves there?

He made the tongue explore; licking swirling, sort of patting. It all felt great. Then it found the center and became still. Aaron made a dubious sort of sound, but then: the thrust!

I pounded my shaft harder, totally in heaven. I wanted this to last even longer, but my body HAD TO CUM. NOW!

Aaron’s tongue dropped away. I whined, but then had an idea. What would feel better than my hand?

In an instant, I stood up and tipped the cube.

“Don’t DO that!” Aaron said a few feet away.

I couldn’t wait. I got on my knees, and put my hands on the cheeks as a warning, urging the jaw to open, then jammed it in.

Aaron gagged, hard. I pulled back for a second, then went back in, not quite so deep. He made another pissed off growling sound, but his lips and tongue went to work.

Yes, this was even better. The feeling in my cock sent a flash down to my groin, my pelvis, and up my spine. This was it! As my back arched and I let out a strangled yell, I felt the surge finally build up and blast its way through my cock. There was another surge; another, another, as my jizz pumped out in exquisite squirts. I gasped and moaned, trying to keep it going, going…gone. My cum was spilling out of the mouth and all over the chair.

I sat back on my heels, staring down at my cock. “Jesus!” I said, as I regained my voice and my dick slowly shrank.

Aaron

I couldn’t even process everything that was going on. I was spread out like a bug on its back, unable to curl up and protect myself. I could flex and bend but not actually change my position.

And his pads pressed into my body; my shins, my thighs, my hips, my tailbone, my elbows, my shoulders, and my head. The smell of it was overpowering, sending signals straight to my groin.

I was being steadily and repeatedly fucked by some tireless monster. I couldn’t stop it, or get away from it, or plead with it to slow down. It took a lot of concentration just to relax as much as possible and accept the relentless pounding. Fortunately, it seemed to be self-lubing, and it was hitting my prostate in a good way.

The weird thing was that at first, it had felt like he was actually fucking me, entering me slowly, shifting positions, changing depth and speed, like a human being. Then it turned into a fucking machine, driving in and out with an even, relentless rhythm.

Both situations turned me on in different ways. First, because I was sure it was him entering me. Then, because I had been turned into a cog in a machine designed to violate me.

But there was other stimulation to demand my attention and exhaust my willpower. Somehow, even as my ass was being pounded, my mouth was being fucked. It seemed like a real dick, fleshy and shaped right. It had moved in my mouth like a human being was guiding it, and responded as I went to work on it. Fortunately, before this second invasion, the shell had changed so I could move my head back and forth, working up and down the shaft, and avoid choking, mostly.

Then it too turned into some sort of machine. It moved some, and still felt like a real cock, but it didn’t seem to respond the same way, no matter what I did. Eventually, I stopped trying, and endured it like a giant, very realistic pecker gag.

Then his cock was in my hands, both of them.

There was no way I could give all these cocks the attention they deserved, but then, it had become clear that they were just automata. At least some of the time.

When I had felt his hand in mine, I felt a surge of gratitude, and even love. The sudden feeling of human connection inside my dark prison helped me bounce back just as I was feeling both over-stimulated and oddly neglected.

The cock had gone away, replaced by… What is that? Oh no!

I felt like gagging. I knew people were into that, but just the thought of it left me cold. I couldn’t help but dwell on the primary function of our asses. But he cajoled me, and I was definitely in subspace, and like he pointed out, this was not an actual asshole.

I felt like I had crossed another threshold, though it didn’t do anything for me… well, aside from hearing the sounds he was making. That motivated me to keep going.

Something changed around my groin… finally! It had been sticking out, as hard as it had ever been, but unable to find anything to rub against it. Toben went through this for a whole day! I thought. That isolation changed very suddenly, with the unmistakable feeling of someone lowering himself on to me. I almost came immediately! The pressure shifted around, exactly like someone finding the most stimulating position. I could feel the tight hole working up and down my shaft.

It was like some missing piece had fallen in to place, and everything hitting my senses multiplied the pleasure signals zinging along my nerves. All my muscles clenched, thwarted by the shell containing me, while a pulse of perfect bliss detonated in my brain.

But I didn’t cum. Again!!! I had a fleeting thought: What if THAT feeling went on and on…”

The stimulation on my cock continued, but like the thing working my ass, it seemed to be looping, up down, up down, up down. It felt great, and I was sooooo close, but somehow it wasn’t what I needed to actually go over the edge.

Then the jarring sense of pressures shifting on my face — what was that? — and the giant cock was back, stabbing in to my mouth. I wasn’t ready, and gagged hard, but struggled to rise to the challenge. It felt so real as it started pumping and he was shouting. I found out it is a lot easier to swallow when there is no actual cum.

I could hear Toben sob, then take a few gasping breaths, then quiet down.

And still I was splayed out, in the dark, surrounded by pads and the smell of pads, a relentless cock thrusting, thrusting, a relentless ass riding my pole. I whimpered, then remembered I could talk again.

“Please Toben! Please let me cum!”

I didn’t hear an answer. Was he still there? How long would he leave me like this?

I tried to thrash around. This had to end! I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to cum!!

Then I broke down. I really couldn’t take it anymore. A whining noise turned into sobbing; another thing I couldn’t control.

I don’t know how long it went on after that. I really don’t remember it very clearly. I just remember the overwhelming need driving away all other thought.

I never noticed when the hand stimulation went away, but I certainly noticed when the huge shaft retreated from my ass, and then the tight tube went away from my sore cock. I tried to thrust my dick around. It was a relief to get away from the stimulation, but I still.   Needed.   To.   Cum. “NO, pleeeeease!” I wailed.

Blinding light startled me. I cried out in shock, blinking and squinting, with tears smearing the sight of the ceiling fixtures into a horrible glare.

The shell was retreating from my face, then Toben’s hands replaced it, comforting me. My eyes adjusted, and I blinked away the tears. These hand were real hands, and Toben was leaning over me, a tender look on his face. I felt awe, or adoration. He had mastered me.

Just like I had wanted. But I had no idea it would feel like this. There were levers controlling my brain’s priorities, and I hadn’t known they existed until they were no longer under my control.

I was surprised to discover that after the relentless stimulation had retreated, the need to cum had settled back somewhat, to a more bearable level. If I could have reached my cock, though, I would have gone to town until I got the relief I craved.

Toben’s hands left my face, and he stepped over to the counter. He picked up the Phone of Power and swiped at it for a couple of minutes.

Suddenly I was being tilted upright, and I was able to move my legs so that they were ready to stand when the smartmatter that had been supporting me let me go. I did some deep knee bends and shook one leg, then the other. My arms were released next, and they dropped bonelessly to my sides. I added them to my stretching routine.

“That was fucking amazing,” I said, reaching for my crotch. The shell on that arm locked up again. Still no crotch, I guess. I growled in frustration.

Toben tapped his phone again. More of the one-way movement thing, putting me into a military attention pose, elbow-padded arms stiff at my sides, chest protector out, helmet up. “Aw, man!” I said.

“Times up,” Toben said, which didn’t make sense at first.

Then I felt the shell flowing down off my body. More and more of my skin and Toben’s gear was exposed, but I still couldn’t move! I realized that a sort of exoskeleton remained behind as the bulk of the smartmatter pooled around my feet, then flowed into a cube shape just beyond my toes. Apparently a pedestal disk had formed again too, because I couldn’t tilt my body…

The exoskeleton started retreating too. My neck could suddenly move; then I could roll my shoulders in the shoulder pads, then my elbows. It stopped before I could move my hands from where they pressed against the hip girdle pads. There was so little smartmatter left, could I break free of it? I pulled with all my strength. Nope.

I was still horny. The smell of sweaty gear still filled my nostrils; I was still held captive; and he was standing right in front of me. He tugged his hip pads halfway down my legs and removed his cup from my crotch. My dick, now freed from the black material that had covered it for two days, was pointing straight at him. I finally noticed that he had gotten dressed when he stuck his cup into his pants.

With a faint smile, he reached out and gave me a stroke. Just one? I growled again and fought against my prison.

Two more strokes! The need for release flared through me again.

He knelt down and grabbed my cock, resting his thumb against my most sensitive spot. I thrust forward, but he let his fist ride with me, not providing any more pressure. “Oh god, Toben, you gotta have mercy on me!” I whined.

With his other hand, Toben reached in to the duffle bag at his feet.

“You didn’t think I would forget this, did you?” he said, revealing a different sports cup.

I was puzzled and frustrated as he raised it toward my crotch. A different cup? … OH NO!

I tried with every ounce of strength in my body to pull away, but I was still pinned in place. His hand that had been giving me the promise of ecstasy dropped away, and the other hand pressed the cup to my groin. “NO NO NO” I shouted as I saw my cock and balls disappear. There was that feeling of pressure as the flange adjusted to my contours, then settled into my skin.

“NO TOBEN, DON’T DO THIS!” I wailed as I thrashed.

Toben picked up the cube that had been my prison and stuffed it in the duffel bag. He zipped it shut, stood up, looked around to see if he had forgotten anything, then saw his phone on the counter. He tapped the screen a few times, then stuffed it in his pocket.

I couldn’t believe this was happening. Not after getting me so close…

“You can put my gear away, OK?” he said, then he walked out of the room. I was still stuck there, and he was abandoning me? I heard the exit door open and shut.

I was still fighting the exoskeleton when suddenly it all cracked and shattered. I fell forward, just barely getting my hands in front of me. My head actually smacked the floor, but fortunately I was wearing his helmet.

I flipped over on my back and grabbed at my crotch. First I yanked, which was stupid, then I squeezed the release buttons.

Nothing.

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