I was fixing some punctuation and word order typos in chapters 5 through 9 and reposting them with changes. Just in case you were notified a second time, I wanted to reward my readers who have the story on alert with a new chapter.


Chapter 10: Evaluating Reality

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.

During the next two days I wore the butt plug as much as possible, and I bought a blender for the suite shared kitchen. And straws. And a juicer for good measure. Then some cocktail straws that were more narrow and made the sucking more realistic. The butt plug didn't move, and I didn't have any other strange dreams. I did make some great home-made shakes with various fruits and vegetables… extra pulpy style. I always kept my eyes open and in front of me when I sucked them up through a thin cocktail straw. My dorm mates laughed and teased at my new health obsession and wondered why I didn't use ice or ice-cream when I made my shakes and smoothies. When I was alone, I set up my cup so I could sip from it and touch myself at the same time.

I began to wonder if the whole experiment wasn't about hypnosis or rather self-programming through neurolinguistics. As a Torchwood agent I suppose I knew that time travel was possible, but my experiences had been more about learning and identifying alien technologies, human technologies that might interface with alien technologies a just a little bit about aliens themselves. Everything else was just about learning, and learning human nature and my own nature was a part of it. Worry was part of human nature, too of course.

Finally I had another class with Professor Rektor. I had began to think how silly it was that phrase "My master." Even in my dream he never insisted that he was My Master and everything was about my own free will and choice. In fact I could rationalize it was all about auto-eroticism, turning myself on.

I had become used to sitting down full, and just ignoring the plug, and tried, really tried to concentrate on the lecture. The extra credit group doing the "Neo Kinsey Experiment" as we called it was not going to meet for another day yet. About 10 minutes before the class ended the professor took out two small boxes, and made an announcement about those involved in the special project were to take one cosmetic each out of the box on their way out of class. A lip baum and some eye drops to prepare for the next day's experiment.

It wasn't a specific key word, I don't think. I then remembered agreeing to being hypnotized at the end of my dream, but as soon as he started talking about the experiment I started getting aroused. My trousers felt uncomfortably tight in the crotch. Maybe I wouldn't be getting the special treatment…. It had been three nights…. Did that mean My Master had two other special students? Or like Father Christmas, since I was only gone from reality for 20 minutes did he have the chance to visit them all in one night? My Master was going to include me in something. My master, my master.

And then everyone was moving. The class had ended. I looked in my Master's eyes as I put my hand into the box. Somehow I wanted to exclaim "my master" but the words didn't make it into my throat.

"Instructions are printed on the cosmetic boxes," he murmured, his silky voice reminding me a bit of my fellow Welshman, Alan Rickman as professor Snape in the first Harry Potter movie.

This wasn't his only class but about five other students from the experiment were in this one. I was taking two classes with professor Rektor, behavioral psychology section 2 and criminal psychology section 2. I wondered if that meant I would get extra.

I think he saw my expression. "One each, Mr. Merrick." Greg Merrick that was my undercover, student name. "No need to be greedy. Just go back to your dorm before you read and follow the instructions." Again, warm tones kind of like Mr. Rickman in "Love Actually".

There was no odor in the air. Just the anticipation that I should be eager to do what was told. I tried to respond verbally. I really wanted to. No sound, not even a "yes sir" made it to my lips. The others were… they were already gone, but I didn't remember them saying anything.

I didn't have another class that afternoon and hurried back to my dorm to look at the two small boxes. The lip baum… turned out it was unflavored, I was kind of hoping it would be one of the flavors or scents from before… just said "apply to the lips as often as you choose to." And, it was apparently some kind of aphrodisiac because I started to get hard again moments after I rubbed it over my lips. Well. I would have be careful when I used it, then. Wouldn't want to be tenting at the wrong time.

I was in the bathroom, and no one was around, so I decided for the first time since the dream to pleasure myself. The butt plug… seemingly a lump of rubber the whole time was suddenly robotic and started throbbing wider and moving inward in tandem with my strokes, but it took longer, almost painfully much longer than usual for me to come, the plug only hitting my prostrate after I had been at it for quite a while. I glanced at the clock. Took more than 40 minutes. The plug stopped moving after I came, but it was in deeper and fuller than I had kept it on my own. I washed off, reluctantly taking the now longer and wider plug out to clean it and myself and looked at the eye drop package.

There were three instructions. First put on the lip baum. I had done that. I could do that again. Second make sure you are wearing the butt plug. Oh, I guess I had jumped ahead on that one. Maybe that's why it took so long to come off. I stroked myself through my track pants I favored for lounging in my dorm during the day. I put the baum on again, stroking. It did say I could use it as often as I wanted. I spent a few rushed minutes coating and pushing the plug back in before looking to the third instruction. My cock jutted out between the stimulant, the material of my track pants against it, and the attention to my channel.

The third instruction: only use eye drops when there is somewhere you can lay down, peacefully for at least an hour. Ah, a slightly sedative property, I thought. Make sure the boxes and the cosmetics are out of sight before you lay down. The drops? Oh, here was the final instruction. Put one drop in each eye, put away cosmetics out of sight and then lay down.

My hands shook. I wanted to do this so badly. There was only one more instruction. Actually it was the first instruction. It was before the numbers. I had read ahead. The general introduction one was – only do this if you choose to. You will have to lay down but you must knowingly choose this. Oh, okay, that was obvious. I guess the professor didn't want anyone else getting involved. Just do it to yourself and for yourself, I read.

Within moments, slamming a dresser drawer shut, I was laying down; the butt plug was moving even though I wasn't touching myself. There was no further instructions, so I spent some time thinking about how new rules in the game were fitting in where the other rules that had been established. I kept my eyes open, lay down, but didn't touch myself as I slowly got harder between the motion of the plug and the aphrodisiac quality of the lip baum. I was alert even as pressure built… It was easy to keep my eyes open… one of the previous game instructions. So I didn't miss it when the professor leaned over me. In person. He was in the room! Fantastic!

"Mr. Jones," he said. Oh god he knew my real name. I need, I needed, I needed to be fucked, and the device in my arse was slowly fucking me. I needed more. I needed to follow the rules. But My Master, he was there, I needed. I needed. I sat up and looked him in the eyes.

"Lay down my beautiful strong student," he said softly and with warmth. "The game hasn't begun yet, but I don't want to have to punish you before you even start today."

I was silent I didn't know what to do. The hardness of my cock and the tingling in my channel were admittedly distracting. My hands slowly inched down my waist to touch and squeeze the tip of my cock-head, as I looked My Master in the eyes.