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

I was exhausted, but I felt great as I drove home. I got a boner whenever I recalled the sound of Aaron’s voice when he begged me not to put his fucking ‘lucky’ cup on him.

Who’s lucky now? I thought.

I pictured Aaron back at school, rushing to his tablet to send the release command. After all, it was his cup and his software, right?

“Sorry buddy,” I said aloud. I had changed the encryption keys.

Next, I guessed he would rush back to his dorm to see if I had taken the box too. Of course I had. I bet the fucker didn’t put my gear away. He’ll be sorry…

Then he’d get down to serious freaking out about what I would do to his junk. All of the shit he’d pulled on me would be popping into his head. He’d have to do some serious waiting to see what would happen next.

I grinned. Nothing was going to happen next.

I couldn’t sustain the commitment to games like this the way Aaron did. So Aaron could just chill for a while.

You should have cum while you had the chance!

I was surprised Aaron was still aching to shoot there at the end. I thought I’d made a pretty good effort to give him the orgasm of his life. I guess I still could have, before I put the cup on him.

In fact, I could do it when I got home! I laughed.

I pulled in to the driveway, grabbed the duffel, and got out.

Aaron’s fucking dick is in my fucking bedroom! This was freaking weird.

I rushed inside, suddenly eager to see it, even though I had better things to do the rest of the night.

My housemates were home, playing a game that involved a lot of shooting. They said hey, but were too involved to keep me from heading straight to my room. I closed the door and sat down at my desk.

The big dark grey box was there, locked shut. I dug Aaron’s key fob out of my desk drawer and waved it over the latch, then pulled the side door open.

I started laughing, and I couldn’t stop until I had trouble breathing. It looked so ridiculous, mounted on the side of the box. I had a huge urge to poke it, or to fuck with it somehow, but that was not the plan.

I was more interested in what I had in the duffel bag. My bondage suit! I closed up Aaron’s box and set it on my broken bookcase. That seemed like an appropriate place for it.

Then I lifted the black cube onto the desk. I wanted to try it out immediately, but I knew I had to be careful.

First, I had to run diagnostics and power checks. It had seen some serious use in the last couple of days. Power checked out fine: it scavenged what it could for fuel from the wearer’s skin, hair, sweat, and even movement. Basic smartmatter tech; all coded right from the spigot. The diagnostics checked out too. All systems working properly (as much as software and/or programmed materials ever did). I had monitored the system’s logs while Aaron was wearing it, and none of the errors rose to the level of needing repairs for safe operation.

So the next thing was to verify my new programs that I had written for myself. I would be in real trouble if there were any serious bugs in that logic.

I had thought seriously about finding someone to help me out with my new toy, but the fact is I didn’t trust anyone I could think of. Except Aaron, I thought.

Huh.

Had I burned the bridge that seemed to be rising between us?

What was I thinking? Aaron should be the last guy I thought of when I was in the same bondage suit that I had just taken off him. Shit, he could do anything to me, for as long as he wanted.

My dick twitched. Stupid dick.

So anyway, it was just me, my tablet, and this block of smartmatter. I felt like I could trust my code more than other people.

I didn’t dive right it; I took it a step at a time. I made it extrude a blob about the size of an egg, then held it in my left hand. With a tap on my tablet, I fired off my first test program. The egg squished and oozed between my fingers, then wrapped around them. It spread over the rest of my hand, and a little way past my wrist.

I had done this when I was developing it. I spread my fingers and examined it. It looked like I had dipped my hand in paint, and it felt like the perfect glove. Another tap on the tablet, and the glove became a cast. I tried with all my might to bend my fingers, but I knew there was no chance. I wasn’t actually doing a strength test. The test was to verify that the rigidity would turn off. The timer was set for sixty seconds, and right on schedule, I could move my hand again. One minute after that, the glove peeled itself off and formed an egg again.

The next test was more serious: did it know and follow the anatomy rules I had set down? I used a bigger blob of the stuff, about the size of a softball. I hefted it in one hand, while I picked up the safety release tool in the other. I had yoinked it from school when I yoinked the smartmatter. It looked like a whiteboard marker, but wherever I drew on my creation with it, the smartmatter would dissolve.

I called up the next test program and tapped the run icon with the hand holding the pen. With my other hand, I brought the ball up to my head. As soon as there was contact, it reached around my head and my neck. It rose up past my chin and covered my lips. I could feel the subprocess that sealed my lips together.

Here was the moment of truth. It was still rising, still rising… It flowed around my nostrils, leaving me a way to breath. It flowed around my eyes, and met the stuff coming over the top. I was still holding the pen, ready to cut my way out, but it seemed to have passed the test. It would not smother me or blind me (with this program at least. The nose thing was coded to be universal while the eyes and ears and other crap depended on variables you could set for a given scene).

The other tests didn’t matter as much as this one. I ran through them all with no problems.

I pulled up the next program, this time on my phone. It was the same one I had coded for Aaron, so I knew it worked. The only difference was that I used a setting to put a time limit on it.

I futzed around on the tablet. I knew I was chickening out. “Crap!” I said, throwing down the pen and leaving my room. I hit the can, then grabbed a snack from the kitchen. I hadn’t eaten dinner, because I’d been too eager to play with my toy. I downed an instant burrito and gulped some water from the tap, then marched back up to my room.

I hurried, trying to bull through my anxiety, hoping to act before I could stop myself. As soon as my door was closed, I stripped naked, tossing everything in the corner, then I turned to the tablet and tapped the run icon.

“Aw dammit,” I said, my hands hovering over the cube, “This is really stupid.”

Then I was holding the cube.

I changed my mind and let it go.

But it didn’t let go of me. This is it, I thought. I took a step back, away from the desk.

Plop, the cube spilled its insides. Snap! It grabbed my legs.

It’s really fast.

I tried to lift a foot. Nope. I was standing on a disk of the stuff, and it was already set.

My hands were stuck in the box-holding position, while the box was oozing up my arms. I didn’t fight it, but just waited. My dick was hard when the stuff crawled over my balls and up to the head. I shivered at the ticklish feeling.

It worked over my shoulders and started up my neck. I was already a statue. Now I fought it, just to feel how strong it was, and how trapped I was. My cock tried to get bigger but couldn’t.

Just like the test program, it let me breath and see. I couldn’t move my head. I tried to talk, then to shout.

Too late now.

It was done, just like I had dreamt it while Aaron was fucking with my junk. It seemed to be working perfectly.

I was hyperventilating through the tiny holes. Panic welled up. Fuck, what if it doesn’t release me??? I lost my shit and I strained every muscle trying to make it move, trying to bust out. I can’t do this, I changed my mind, let me out!!

My invention worked great.

Since I was well and truly stuck, I focused on controlling my panic instead of trying to escape. I forced myself to take slower, deeper breaths, and found out there wasn’t room to take deep breaths. I repeated rational thoughts in hopes of cutting through the adrenaline. I’m alive, I’m not in danger, I can breath fine, the program is working just like you programmed it, it worked fine on Aaron, panic won’t help, I’m not in danger, I can breath fine, the program worked, I’m fine.

Eventually I got a hold of myself. I could feel my heart thud in time with the pulse thundering in my ears, but they were slowing down and fading away. I took stock. First I noticed that my dick and balls had retreated. They were the only things not perfectly embraced by the hard shell. Oh, and my belly and ribs would pull away as I tried to breathe deeply. Every other inch of my body was in contact with the inner surface. It was totally confining, but because it was a perfect fit, there was very little pressure… as long as I didn’t try to move.

I couldn’t see any of it, except my hands spread in front of me, holding the box that was gone. I tried to bend my fingers, bring my hands together. I knew it was strong enough to hold me, but I was impressed that I didn’t see anything flex at all, even when I gave it everything I had.

It was perfect. I wanted to be happy about it, but I was too concerned about whether the timed release would work.

I did have a bit of a failsafe, not one that would save me if my invention smothered me, or if I had a heart attack, or choked on my own vomit (or there was an earthquake or a fire or a tornado… ). I had started a timer program that would text my roommates if I didn’t turn it off. If I wasn’t moving around again in fifteen minutes, they would come running.

Right after their game.

Hopefully.

I don’t know why I made the first run so short. I knew that either the timer worked or it didn’t. One minute was no different from 100 in that regard. But somehow a short ‘test’ session felt safer.

My cock decided it wanted to play after all. It felt very horny as it grew, trying to fit back into the precise contours of its original position. My balls, which had tucked in, were doing the same thing.

Then they were all back in place, and I found out that by trying to thrust, I could slightly increase the pressure of my dick against the shell. Not very stimulating.

Two minutes later, the release process started, right on schedule. I breathed a sigh of relief. Flexibility returned from the top down. I had set it up that way so that the wearer would have a chance to prepare to stand up and balance on their own. Soon I was free.

Or at least able to move freely. My feet detached from the pedestal disk, and I waved my arms about just because I could. But I was still covered from head to toe in this black better-than-latex catsuit.

Like Aaron, I had to check myself out. I went to my mirror and flexed and posed. I turned around then looked over my shoulder while thrusting my ass towards the mirror. Nice! I ran my covered hands over my torso, tried to tweak my nipples, but everything was too slick. The slickness felt pervy too, so I felt myself all over, ending with my cock. A few strokes and I was moaning.

Not yet! I was getting good at not yet.

I thought about putting on a black jockstrap and going downstairs to freak out my roommates, but I figured those fuckers would just give me shit. I wanted to show it off, because it looked awesome, but I couldn’t think of anyone to show it off to.

Except Aaron. He appreciated it.

That idea still won’t work, stupid brain! Try to keep up with recent history!

Anyway, now that I was feeling more confident, I wanted a longer session. I tweaked the messaging app to alert my roomies in an hour and 15, then changed the bondage program to run for an hour. What position did I want to be in? As I was trying out different poses, I had an idea.

Back to the phone, digging up the menu with the new options I had made for Aaron at the last minute. Aha!

Tap!

I hardly felt it at first, just a tickle, like the world’s quickest rimming. Then something bloomed in my ass. I rolled my hips around, appreciating the feeling. I felt it squirm and move up and down, which all felt good… And then it found my prostate. Yesss!

Back to the main program. Check the parameters. Click start. I had two minutes to choose my pose. I spread my legs, thrust my hips forward, and gripped my dick with my left hand and my balls with my right. While I could, I gave my dick a few strokes… Freeze.

I struggled against it again, enjoying the sensation of total captivity. My hands were about as close to my junk as is humanly possible, but they couldn’t squeeze, or stroke, or caress, or even tease. My cock tried with all its might to reach my fingers.

I tried relaxing totally, and discovered the odd feeling of being upright and totally limp at the same time. I tried to say, “Fuck yeah!” just to experience the fact that I couldn’t say a word.

My last-second addition was still pulsing against my prostate. I flexed my chute against it with a happy groan.

And I can do this whenever I want! I thought, and that was enough to bring back the waves of pleasure. I moaned repeatedly, getting closer and closer. Some part of me wanted to pace myself, not wanting to be stuck for the rest of the hour after cumming.

But it turned out I didn’t need to pace myself. No matter what I did, I couldn’t get the friction I needed.

Perfect.

As the hour wore on, I got hornier and hornier. Again. I loved it. Partly because I knew I didn’t have to worry about accidentally tipping over into orgasm, which would feel awesome, but bring and end to my fun. Instead, I could struggle and clench and feel my prostate getting tweaked, letting the pleasure grow without end.

Or until the hour was up, whichever came first. After what Aaron had put me through, I was sure I could handle an hour of cum control without losing my shit again. And when the hour is up, I’ll make myself shoot so hard I hit the ceiling!

That’s when everything went wrong.

The shell covering my cock suddenly squirmed.

I tried to yell, and flinch away from the unexpected twitch. This was not in my program!

Then it changed shape. It felt like rubbery tendrils, and they all started swirling.

The knob in my ass suddenly changed its pattern of pulsation.

I was terrified, but it was indescribably horny. In fact it was so stimulating that I was afraid I was going to shoot, ruining my private cum control session!

And even as I thought about it, it happened.

I grunted and spasmed as I shot, hard. I saw streams of my cum in the air in front of me. There was no piss hole in the shell I thought, stupidly. Clearly this wasn’t my program running.

I went limp, completely spent. Then my heart started pounding and my pulse was in my ears again. If this wasn’t my program, how did I know when it would release me?

Or if?

I tried to call out for help, but with my mouth sealed, all words backed up into my throat. I groaned with dismay.

Then I saw my tablet light up on the desk in front of me. Now that it was lit, I could see a gob of my cum on the glass. There was a guy’s face behind the gob. Lean and sort of refined looking, with a blond crewcut.

Oh no.

It was Kev.

I have to warn Aaron, I thought.

Kev

I guess I’m the big boss.

“Hey Toben, how’s it going?” I said. I was watching him in my 3D immersion field. With a gesture, I changed my POV to see him from the side.

He just saw my face on his screen. “__?” he said.

“So I just wanted to let you know what’s going on. Both of you guys kept asking me for weird hacks and bits of code, acting all secretive. Didn’t let me in on your game. Hurt my feelings.”

I leaned back in my chair, stretching my long legs in front of me.

Clearly Toben wasn’t going to hold up his end of the conversation.

“So I got curious, floated some drones, hacked your cams, used the backdoors in the code I gave you. I have to give you both props for your setups. Very creative, very kinky. You should both join the Makers Club.”

I thought about tweaking Toben’s bondage suit so he could talk, but he always seems to talk in threats since he became a starter on the team. It’s alway ‘fuck’ this and ‘fucking’ that, with the occasional ‘shit’ thrown in.

“Your setups gave me ideas, ways to make them work better, you know, have more impact.”

I moved my POV to the front and zoomed in on his face. It’s amazing how you can see fear when only the eyes can move. It’s like they twitch or roll around differently I guess.

“Too bad neither of you let me in on your game. But I still worked on some cool hacks that I think you’ll find really impressive. Started with your great ideas and took them to the next level.”

“I was going to show you, but tonight you set up everything perfectly, with you in your nano-suit or whatever you call it, and Aaron in his cup, so I thought, why not do a demo?”

Toben was making some noises rejecting my offer, but I knew I could overcome his reluctance.

“The main thing works for both of your toys. Aaron had that Venus 6500, and you had your programmable matter, which is pretty much what the business end of the Venus 6500 is. Pretty neat design, but the software is shit. ‘Faster, slower, harder, lighter’. Kinda pissed me off how bad it was. So I did some research into programs for running penis stimulator machines. I found a cool open source program called the Strappeddown Protocol. It was real software based on some erotic fiction written 80 years ago. The guy was a genius. Too bad they didn’t have the tech to actually do it. Tech like you’re wearing.”

Toben was just staring at my face silently now. I had his attention.

“See, his idea was to have a really flexible stimulating device, not some pumping thing or a vibrator or an e-stim unit. Something that could change shape and texture and stuff. Simple enough, right? At least today. But his software idea was like one hundred times better than the Venus 6500 crap. His software really took advantage of the gear it was hooked up to. It was designed to work you over, but learn from your responses as it did its thing. It would try different routines to see which worked best and which not so much. It learned how to play you.”

I grinned in anticipation. Toben and Aaron were going to be so impressed!

“Once it finished mapping all your responses, it could totally control your genitalia. Totally. It was the perfect chastity device, because not only could it keep you from having sex, it could keep you from having an orgasm, or even getting an erection. But it was also the perfect edging device. That’s what the author called it: an edging device. It could stimulate you endlessly and never let you ejaculate. Or it could make you ejaculate in an instant.

“So I found someone who had actually written code to do that. I downloaded it and wrote the interfaces to your nano-suit and Aaron’s Venus 6500. It should work great.”

I tapped some keys on one of my computers. Toben’s jaw moved back and forth, then he said, “Kev, man, sorry about not telling you what we were doing. It was just some pranks, but we didn’t want everyone to know about them.”

I nodded. “I know, I saw it all. But you didn’t trust me, even though you wanted my hacks, and you didn’t give me the info I needed to help you make it work better. But that’s OK, I can still show you.”

Toben said, “But Kev, man, the pranks are done. We don’t need them to be better.”

I smirked. “Sure you do. You’ve still got Aaron’s genitalia over there on the shelf, don’t you? And it’s pretty clear you like your suit a lot. Now it will reach its full potential. It’s already started learning how to give you exactly what you want.”

“What do you mean? I was doing a little edge play, and it came in and made me blow my load in like 10 seconds flat.”

“Yep, and now it knows how you respond to that stimulation pattern. It will have to try out a bunch more stuff before it can go into control mode. In the story, it took a couple of days to complete the learning phase, but that’s sci fi. In real life, it will take about a week. It’ll be like a health monitor bracelet that gives you blow jobs.”

Toben said, “Look Kev, I kinda got a thing going here with Aaron. I’m sorry you feel left out, but you know how it is.”

“Yeah, I know what you and Aaron got going. Like I said, I saw it all. But now you both have got a thing going with me too. You can thank me later.”

The Toben I’d come to expect finally appeared. “Kev, you know you can’t fucking hold me like this for long. When I get free, you know I’m going to kick your ass!”

“Do you remember when Aaron suggested something you could wear that would make it so your own suit couldn’t trap you? Well I’m wearing something that makes it so you really won’t want to come within 50 feet of me.”

I could tell he was realizing how fucked he was. “I can’t wear this in the locker room!”

“Oh, we can pare it down to just your penis and testicles when you’re at school. No one will see it behind your ‘lucky jock‘.”

He stood absolutely still, of course, but I could hear noises that told me he was struggling hard.

“So as I was saying, you will be in training mode for a while. Once it has learned your responses, it will have total control over your arousal and orgasms. It can keep you from getting hard for the rest of the year, or it can edge you until you think you’re going insane.”

“Kev, man, don’t do this!”

“Isn’t that what Aaron said to you? By the way, I’ll be over in a few hours to collect Aaron’s box and hook him up to the Venus 6500 so his training can start too. You two can exchange notes this week.”

“God Dammit Kev, what did I ever do to you?”

“Nothing. I just like tinkering with things to make them more awesome. I’m running with your ideas.”

“I admit it sounds pretty hot, Kev, but you can’t just force it on someone without… ” His voice trailed off.

“I guess you see how stupid that sounds, coming from you. Look, I know you and Aaron are in love…”

He tried to interrupt me. “We’re not!…” but I kept going. “…and have a really twisted game going. I don’t really want to get between you two. Once I’ve tested this out on you guys, I’ll give you two access privileges over each other’s dicks. How’s that sound?”

Toben gave out a moan. Oops, the Strappeddown system had fired up again. My screen said Toben’s training was 2% done.

I’d better get Aaron hooked up, or he’d fall way behind! He had taken the news better than Toben when I’d called him and told him what’s up, but then I’d always gotten along better with him than with Toben. I think he was intrigued by my improvements to his setup … … Yep, a glance at his genitalia in his box show just how intrigued he still is… these guys are super pervy! It’ll be fun to watch what else they come up with once they totally control each other’s sexual responses. I’m sure they’ll think of me next time when they need more refinements.

The End

Metal would like to thank GratDelay for writing Lucky Cup! You can find the author by looking him up on Recon!

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