Chapter 9: Ianto's Homework and Dream pt 3

Fog horn… a loud blast in my ears. I opened my eyes.

The dildo penis was still in my mouth. I had stopped sucking, but it was still slowly leaking thick syrup into my throat that I had to keep swallowing or choke on. The giver left. The dildo in my arse slowly pulled out, and then was slowly replaced by a shallow but thick, rubber butt plug, which my entrance clamped down on.

I was still in bliss as the dildo in my mouth retreated.

My Master's face was on the monitor.

"My master, yes my master?"

"You broke a rule. I want you to think about what rule you broke."

The apparatus shook hard like a parent shaking a child, I could feel my balls and cock hanging loosely moving back and forth while the rest of the device seemed to close in on the parts that were held in place, making it hard for me to breathe while my entire world shook. Combined with my lingering bliss, I was half detached from the shaking, but somehow knew it could be important.

"Answer me my beautiful strong student," My Master's voice demanded and came into focus.

I didn't know, but I had to speak. "My master, my master, my master…" I choked out about 12 times before I realized that each chant the shaking subsided more, and the pressure on my body got to a comfortable, supportive level. The apparatus kind of just held me for the last 7 or 8 chants while I thought about what I had done against the rules and figured it out. "My Master I am not to close my eyes if I am to follow the rule about addressing you when your face appears."

The top of the booth pulled back, and the bottom part clicked open. My Master's face appeared on a wall monitor. "My master!"

"Good my beautiful strong student. I am going to give you a second chance. Do you see the purple door?"

I turned my head from the monitor and saw a tall luminescent purple door in the wall. "My Master, yes."

"You know that since this is a dream time isn't passing in here."

I had turned my head back to the monitor where my Master's voice was emanating and answered, "My Master, yes?" I was still tingling in oh, so many places.

"Good my beautiful strong student. Now when you get back to your room I want you to think about this experience and keep the butt plug in at least six hours a day, if ever want to play this game again. Do you understand my beautiful strong student?"

"My Master yes. My Master yes."

"Do you want to play more and continue to follow my rules?"

Oh god, my channel was still throbbing, my slightly bruised mouth and throat felt all the better for having been creamed, and I was practically getting hard again, thinking about the chance for more, as aftershocks of intense the physical pleasure still wracked my entire body, making it difficult for me to stand steady.

"My Master yes."

"Good. Now since you broke some of the rules but this was your first time, we're going do to something special."

"My master, good, my master." I was getting good at anticipating some of the new rules. My Master didn't like silence. Since he couldn't touch me he needed the affirmation. "My Master more?"

"Something like that. Inside the room is a warm pool. I want you to go in there and put your arms in the floaters and then I will leave you to sleep for six hours. That way you can get used to having the butt plug in for six hours. Then when you wake up and get out, the game is still on. Do you understand? While you are in my domain the game is always on."

"My Master yes. My Master more."

"Good child. Now when you get up and shower you may take the butt plug out. There will also be food. Etcetera. When you're ready to go back into your room, put the butt plug back in. I'm going to hypnotize you so you will only remember that there was a butt plug in the envelope and that you agreed to put it in. You won't forget any of this, you just wont' be able to talk about it or write about it. Do you agree to my game terms?"

All of real hypnosis was only your own mind telling you what to do, so by making an oral contract. Yeah, I had no problem with it. "My Master great dream!"

"Insolent pup. Do you agree of your own free will to allow me to hypnotize you so you cannot reveal this dream, even if you remember it through the hypnosis?"

I really didn't understand why this part was so important. Hypnosis was all about a form of consent anyway. We had even covered this in review a couple of weeks ago in the classroom. Your mind had to consent to trick yourself, even if someone else came up with the specific wording of the routine. I really didn't believe in the idea that someone could use their mind to control another mind, not a how mentalist used hypnosis. Maybe something alien, but this was really just a formality as far as I was concerned, a part of the ritual.

"My Master yes."

"Five more times and then through the door with you," he laughed.

And I did, the room darkening a bit first so I could attenuate to bright spot lights (not my master) and monitors (with My Master's face) and distinguish between the two. I sunk to my knees during the process and when I finished the rest of the harness system had been removed and the floor felt like it was covered with the finest sand.

Finally the purple door flickered and illuminated in the dark. I walked through, finding steps down to a small pool. The water was warm. There was a floater pillow to hold my head up, and adult sized puff floaters to put on my forearms. I took the headphones off; the twitchy aftershocks faded into a languid warmth, and I fell asleep.

I awoke when the last of the water drained out of the pool, my bum gently slapping against the still warm tile, my head and neck still supported, and the floaters on my arms pricking me. The floaters kept pricking me and I couldn't figure out how to get them off. Oh god it was starting to hurt. Oh god. "My master. My Master help me."

"This is your punishment time, but as I said it won't be for very long."

"My master. My master!"

"What?! You may say, "My Master more" or you may scream."

The pain kept steady, the floaters got tighter as well, like when you had your pulse taken at a doctor's office.

"My Master more." The pricking pain and radiating tightness increased. I didn't see why I should scream it didn't make sense to my half-asleep mind.

"My master, it hurts."

"It is supposed to hurt my beautiful strong student you can take it. Just keep asking for more until you scream. And then you can have breakfast. Unless you don't want to play ever again?"

"My master, play." My cock jumped a little bit, too, wanting to play, even though the pain.

"Say your words."

"My Master more!" By the third time I was screaming in pain even as I said the words. Then the floaters clicked off and clattered to the ground.

"You know this is just a dream, my beautiful, strong student?"

"It's just a dream," I repeated.

"No" reverberated through room. "You broke a rule. I'm giving you the red door."

"Oh god." I knew it had to be something painful after that arm pricking.

"Red door."

"My master, yes." A red door illuminated. I walked up the steps and to it. I stepped through the door, which was like a light projection or hologram, and through to where there was no ground, slipping directly into a pool of scalding, hot water. Scalding. There was just enough light, I had to find the edge of the pool! Maybe my dream was transitioning into something else. Oh hot, hot. I found it and pulled myself out.

The tile cool against my back, the rest of me super-heated, and feeling close to first-degree burns, the light was dim. "My Master," I groaned.

"My beautiful strong student. You know this is a dream and time doesn't matter here."

"My Master yes."

"My beautiful strong student, tell me what is a dream?"

"My Master all of this is a dream."

"Everything in my domain is a dream, following the rules is a dream"

"My Master the domain is a dream."

"Keep your answers simple and you won't break as many rules."

"My Master yes."

"Now if you want to have a shower and breakfast, take out the butt plug and all…"

He paused.

"My master?" Steam rose from the hot water.

"You must say, "My Master more!" and jump back into the pool… just for a dip. When you feet hit the bottom, you can climb out again. Do you understand this instruction?"

"My Master yes. My Master more" I jumped in. Scalding. My eyes and the rubber of the plug and my feet on the hot bottom of the pool the worst. My nose… I got out.

I saw My Master's face on a monitor bright in the otherwise dimly lit room. "My Master." He didn't say anything.

Then we played find the monitor and chant five more times. It was almost over. A few other strobe lights and pin lights in the mix.

"My beautiful strong student, now that you've had the chance to think about it, I want you to jump one more time. But you must ask me permission to jump in."

I didn't want to. "My master. Please." I kept it simple.

"Please what, my beautiful strong student. What do you want?"

"My master, please more."

"You may jump in, but come out as soon as you can after your feet hit the bottom"

If anything it was hotter this time. My entire face and sinuses felt like they were on fire. And even though I had kept my eyes closed, when I pulled myself out I could barely see. But I could see a green blob that I assumed was the green door. That was for me and my pleasure and euphoria to come. I got to all fours, steadying myself, not quite ready to stand. My vision starting to clear, nose, feet and groin still throbbing from the heat, I thought of how high I could get with the pleasure, the euphoria and the coming, and I tenderly took my heat swollen dick in one hand, helping it respond to the memories and the wanting.

A lit monitor somewhere else in the room, and as I turned my head two strobe lights passed over my eyes. Facing the monitor, and releasing my dick to steady myself "My master, please." My Master deserved my best attention. Always.

"What my beautiful, strong student?"

I didn't know what to say. I turned to the door, half crawling, and said again. "My master, please!"

"Go through my beautiful strong student."

I got to my feet and pushed it open. Inside found a large, light and airy bathroom with fluffy white towels…and about 20 minutes in a cooling shower later, another green door, permission given to put on my clothes I had come in with: my t-shirt and shorts, clean and dry. Since I had only relief and comfort in the first green room, my cock had started throbbing, it had expected more simulation and release than cooling water and rough, fluffy towels, which it and by extrapolation I enjoyed as a starter.

In the new green room there was a fluffy floor and a big robe with which to cover up and keep warm. I could smell the food, but I couldn't see it. The apparatus rolled through a slat opening in the wall. No givers this time I was told. Just slowly lower myself back on to the very thin dildo I had picked out earlier in the dream. It was already gelled up. Then I had to strap and myself into the apparatus. It was getting a little dream-like with déjà vu except with the fluffy robe and floor. Not a complete repeat.

My dick was a little confused. It was expecting a blow job and rising for the occasion. Meanwhile the part of my mind not connected to my dick knew it wasn't happening right now. Still, the slick rod in my arse felt… it felt so damn good. I guess my dick really did know what the rest of me was in for.

I was sealed in, this time with no headphones. Three large, but within the range of human sized, brightly colored penis shaped dildos came out of the panel in front of my face. No more coffee for me, if we were to be wrapping things up for tonight. Wasn't practical. Going to be near midnight when I was released, I was told. One was orange juice, one was French toast with syrup and one was sausages. I experimented with each one. My hands were free to manipulate them and get the food out… all of it was the consistency of seamen, but it was delicious and somewhat arousing. Tentative holding of the dildos mirrored some kind of bionic, but nearly human feeling hands touching my cock below the divider/shelf of the apparatus, and my briefs were pulled away. The hands were some what stiff, but covered in terrycloth like the robe. Sucking the food caused the thin dildo in my arse to move, the hands to close in on my shaft and balls, and I was still wearing the robe, so as dick up my arse moved there was a nice up and down brushing sensation on my bum, and it reminded me a little bit of cosplay conventions I read about where people played characters who had tails.

This really was the good part of the dream, I supposed joyfully. Sucking the cock in my mouth, sucking it hard made the one in my arse expand. And it stayed expanded. Oh, my my master, my master, I chanted. Between eating I experimented in lightly touching the dildos with my hands. The bionic hand… hands and fingers stroked my cock and perineum. Oh, god. My Master so good.

He didn't say anything he didn't appear until I thought I had eaten enough, but I hadn't yet gotten off. His face appeared. "My master!"

"My beautiful strong student. Would you like a tip?"

"My Master yes?"

"Hold one of the cocks with both hands and stuck on it."

I did and I felt two soft gloved robot hands, only hands, on my cock, rubbing back and fourth. I started sucking and rubbing the dispenser in earnest… the orange flavored, pulpy cum shot into my throat getting hotter but oh it did matter, I could swallow, and the one in my arse got bigger, rocking in deeper, and fast than when I was "eating" and hit the sweet spot.

The brace behind my head pushed my head and mouth forward and the cock penetrated my mouth and my arse more deeply. Now, instead of me choosing the pace both started their own, slightly out of synch with each other. My teeth grazed the one in front of me…and I felt something a lot like teeth the same pressure on my cock. The one in my arse slammed in and up, out a bit, then in and up sending jolts from my prostrate to every other nerve ending in my body, I shakily grabbed the base of the cock sliding in and out of my mouth, my dick being squeezed and rubbed just right. It was coming in my mouth, I was coming.

I was in a haze of pleasure, my cock being thoroughly milked by the robot hands, the one in my arse still moving, but not spurting like a real penis would. My eyes must have closed, because My Master was angry now. The mechanical hands moved away from my cock. Though I had finished, it had felt nice and warm to be held.

The cock in my mouth and the one in my arse got bigger and longer, and hotter, too full, too hot. I was being split on a spit centered on my channel, sharp burning reflecting from that point outward through my senses. I was choking, my lips, my mouth and throat burning with being full and being forced to expand wider than natural. And they were still moving, and I had no control. Before I could pass out, they quickly pulled out leaving a burning and scraping as they were removed. I sputtered in pain as my throat protested, my channel and asshole spasmed unpleasantly in throbbing pain.

"My beautiful student. While time doesn't matter here, you have broken the rules again. It is not worth it for me to punish you more. We're going to do the agreed hypnosis, you are going to take the butt plug," he was shaking in anger. And maybe, just maybe I will give you some pleasure again. But you won't know until it happens. What do you say?"

The burning and throbbing had strangely already begun to reduce, I sputtered "My master, yes my master. My Master please."

Then there were strobe lights and words whispered into my ears, and I slowly got to my feet, holding the butt plug in one hand and stumbled towards a blue door… and through the threshold back into my room.

Twenty minutes had passed. Just 20 fucking minutes! I turned around. The door was gone. I had a lingering feeling of euphoria and being well fucked. My t-shirt and pants were on. The envelope remained, smelling nice… there were a few packets of syrup in there. I was very alert and half aroused. I grabbed a packet and the plug… bigger than I thought, but it would be good to be full, and went into the bathroom.

I opened the packet, pulled down my pants, rubbed the syrup gel into my asshole with two fingers… it felt as good as it had tasted, and then slowly but surely got the plug all the way in. Pulled my pants back on over the plug, which didn't stick out. The cheeks of my bum covered it over. Then I went back into my room. Coming upon 12:30 am and set the alarm for six hours. My Master wanted me to have the plug in for six hours. I would look for a blue door again after that, but likely dream time would be done.