Chapter 12: Ianto Willingly Chooses to Blur the Lines Between Real and Fantasy
"Lay down of your own free will, or you will not get to play," My Master said firmly. Like he was just a little pissed off at me, at having to be in my room. Yeah, right. Like he was actually in my room.
I wanted to lie down. I wanted to speak. I lay down first.
"Now, Mr. Jones you need to say one of the key phrases from the game to start the game. Do you understand Mr. Jones?"
"My Master." I said. I so wanted to play.
"Now stand up."
I did and said, "My Master."
The blue door was there. My eyes flicked between the door and the professor, my master.
"Remember in the game, time is of no consequence. It is all a dream"
"My master." I said eyes on the door, my fingers brushing over my shaft through the cloth of the track pants.
My Master didn't strike me or tell me there was punishment for looking at the door, so apparently paying attention and responding verbally was an adequate response. Or maybe my mind was only creating the visual and as before the audio was being pumped into my room.
He paused at the door, and looked me up and down, considering. My eyes his motion and then turned to him back to him.
"Now you mustn't go through the door directly after me. The door will only allow you to enter when you are sure that you have chosen to go through it. The way I and the program will know is by what you say. I hope I don't have to remind you that every statement must begin with "My Master" or you will be punished. Do you understand?"
"My Master yes." Somehow now I was standing with my hands at my side. A dream jump or perhaps a forgotten hypnosis session. I didn't feel as aroused as before I was concentrating on the words said to me. I knew I wanted more, though. I felt full and semi-hard but it was just there. It was distracting.
He walked through the door. I paused. I put my forehead to the door. It didn't open.
"Use your words my beautiful strong student," I could still hear him in my head.
"My Master yes." Nothing.
"My Master please." Nothing.
"My Master I choose to follow your rules." A slight click but it didn't open all the way.
"Please my master. My Master more." Damn. I had said the words in the wrong order, the door didn't open more but it did get hot to the touch.
"Place the entire palm and fingers of your hands on the door of your own free will." Master's voice said.
I did… the door was getting hotter but it wasn't opening.
"Say it, say what you're doing of your own free will."
"My Master yes. My Master, I have placed my hands on the door of my own free will."
The ground and the door shifted around me like a pivoting secret panel in a Victorian mansion or cartoon with Scoobie Doo, and I felt a pressure mold behind my back, head and calves. It pushed me up and then released. I wasn't in the room from before, I was in a niche with the rounded wall behind my back but the door wasn't open yet.
"My beautiful strong student, you are in the game environment where time does not matter, but you must be punished for breaking a rule before the pleasure starts. Do you understand?"
I felt like was caught in a shrinking closet the wall behind me pushing me up against the hot blue door until my face and hands were both touching it, close to sizzling on a frying pan or a car in the summer, and it was starting to get harder for me to breathe. It was a dream though, and it didn't seem right to scream. "My Master yes. My Master please. My Master I am sorry."
"My beautiful student," the wall behind me retreated slightly. "I want you to give me the long answers right now about your free will and describe what you are doing. You may take your hands off the door to remove your clothing, but only if you want to."
A small transgression and a small punishment. This wasn't so bad. The plug was moving, and I was semi hard. The door had yet to open. Somehow, I took too long in thought, because something new happened. The closet I was quickly filled in with salty, brackish, metallic tasting water raining from the top and filling from the bottom.
"My Master," I said. The water slowed to a trickled. I was pleasantly tepid but it still was filling the cabinet-like room.
"My Master I wish to play the game." The water stopped. But it was up to my waist and the dark, rusty water was getting warmer.
"My Master, I make the choice of my own free will to play the game, and follow the rules." The water began to retreat, leaving a dark brown stain on me and my clothes, like clean but salty, rusty toilet water... or maybe blood. Not quite as pungent as I would imagine blood to be, though. I noticed the plug had stopped moving, and the water had somehow washed away the lip-baum
"My master, please, of my own free will I wish to continue the game."
The door didn't open. That's when I remembered I was still dressed.
"My Master I'm removing my clothes now." I wasn't wearing much, but he wanted the narration.
"My master, please." Nothing. I tried saying that a few more times. Then I tried, "My Master more." The door opened half way, I slid into the opening, then the door pressed back on me half way through. Since my cock had been up, between the wet sweat pants on it and then being removed my penis had been pointing forward when the door closed in on it, bending it and where it connected quite hot. Painful, the door throbbed as the butt plug moved.
"My Master more." I chanted several times as the door now seemed to be gently humping me. Not enough to hurt and not enough to actually come off.
"My Master I want to come. " The door stopped pinning me in place. I almost said "please" first. But I stopped myself in time.
"My Master please, I want to come." The door opened the rest of the way, and I found the first room, the blue door room, as before.
Ahead of me on a metal table was a selection of what I now knew to be robotly controlled penises but also my cosmetics… or a copy of them. An envelope probably with some instructions, but nothing else. No music, no incense, no television screen on the wall. No red door (thankfully) and no green door. I looked around me to find a blank wall, my clothes were gone.
I so wanted to open the envelope but it wasn't addressed to me, it was sealed and I had no further instructions. I waited standing there, dripping dry but comfortably warm. A hard on, but no movement from the plug.
A monitor lit up with my Master's face. "My master!" I said. It went out. Another monitor lit up with his face. "My master!" We did this about 10 more times. Strobe lights and sharp, stationary pin lights sometimes fighting for my attention as I turned to find and face a monitor lit with my Master's face.
The lights all went out and a spot light went to the envelope. "My Master please," I initiated. "My Master I want to play." I also wanted to stroke myself off, but I didn't think this was quite the time to either ask for it or do it. I did put both of my hands gently around the base of my cock… we had no rules about this… nothing to extrapolate.
I waited… and damn it if I didn't give in and start stroking myself. A monitor lit up, "My master" I groaned.
"My beautiful strong student. Remember I can't see you, but I do have some equipment monitoring you." The butt plug surged as to answer him.
"My Master yes?"
"Open the envelope and follow the instructions, if you wish to continue to play."
"My Master yes!" I dropped my dick. Well it was still sticking out, so it bobbed ahead of me. I chuckled as my hands shivered in anticipation.
"My Master I am opening the envelope."
"Read the instructions out loud. But properly."
This was a test.
"My Master, yes," I said. "My Master the first instruction is to remove the butt plug and gently put it on the table."
I put the letter back down on the table and started that. "My Master the plug knows! My Master it is getting smaller and thinner, my master, as I reach for it, it is helping, my master."
My dick quivered in anticipation as I got the plug out, and smacked up against my belly. "My Master I am putting the plug on the table gently."
"My Master I am picking up the instructions of my own free will. My Master the paper smells great by the way."
I was rewarded with a chuckle in the darkness. The lights went up a little more. I looked around for my Master's face on one of the monitors but it didn't appear.
I read the next instruction, making sure to put "My master" before each step. This time it was to reapply the lip-baum, and precome started from my penis. I rubbed myself with one hand as I applied the baum.
"My Master so good. My master. My master" I chanted and this time I did come. There was no response positive or negative. My pleasure was in my own hands, I smirked and observed.
This time I was less distracted as I put on the eye drops. I knew now it was more of a stimulant than anything, but still somehow remembering past instructions and promises of punishment if I were to break rules, I had to add the comment, "My Master there is nowhere for me to lay down."
"That's all right my strong beautiful student. That will come later. And you will come later, much later, my beautiful strong student." He said fondly but without admonition.
"My master, thank you my master."
There were no more instructions but there was still a table full of robot penises. My Master's face came on the screen, and I was addressing My Master appropriately. I wasn't hard again, but I was alert and feeling really good.
My Master instructed me to look down and pick one to insert, but when I was to insert it to keep my eyes open on the monitor and My Master's face. I would be responsible for responding out loud when I saw his face, and to be able to see My Maser's face.
I could pick any one of the dildo/robot cocks that I wanted, but after I chose it I had to watch My Master on the monitor, and keep inserting it until My Master said I could stop.
I picked a medium sized one that came completely with some artificial balls at the end and an electronic socket with an adapter beyond it. Clearly later on I was going to be mounting it on something. I wondered if I was going to have a giver or be called to be a giver this time.
While I was in this room, the dildo was only to be a plug My Master explained, but I also must be getting hungry and thirsty. My Master knew I had come off twice since I got back to my dorm and offered that this refreshment would come first before any more deliberate arousals.
I was starting to be semi-hard from having put the new plug in. The balls and socket were of course on the outside, and although I could feel they were heavy and dragging, I noticed that because this was a dream world, despite it's heaviness I didn't have to keep a hand on it to keep it in. All the better to feel myself with.
I smiled, as I crossed the threshold of the green door, and the robot dildo up my arse activated giving me a spurt of liquid on the inside, and a pricking electric jolt hinting pleasures to come. Then it started moving oh so subtly, not really vibrating but I knew it was there, caressing my channel. I wasn't expecting anything so intense so soon, and I dropped to my knees.
"My master, my master, fuck the food and fuck me my master." Bright lights flashed over my eyes, but I kept them open.
"Aren't you the responsive one, my beautiful strong, student? But you are hungry right now, oh so hungry."
I looked for My Master's face through the flashing lights and trying to see the room but I also felt intensely how, damn hungry I was. My stomach empty, as empty as could be, and needing to be filled. The slow message in my channel faded to the background. I was only semi hard, and ravenous. So achingly hungry I felt like I hadn't eaten in three days; something from my personal experience that had happened to me once when I was on assignment.
"My master, I am very hungry my master." The room was bright white. Nothing else going on. "My Master are there to be refreshments?" I asked.
I was assured by My Master, but first I must set up properly. This would be the last time during this game session that I would be asked to give a long answer an use the phrase of "my own free will" as a pole angled out of the floor and I was instructed to back up and mount the end of the robotic penis to the stick and lean back on it. The dildo stopped moving as the long stick mount came out so I could concentrate on backing up and connecting it.
To test the mount out, I was asked to try lifting my feet off the ground and yes, My Master the channel became my whole world, only my growling stomach remind me to look up for the next part.
A special padded chair arrived, dangled from lines from an opening in the ceiling lowering itself to where I could reach it. My feet on the ground, and I realized that this mount pole device could flex into some of the harness involved in receiving. I also remembered being in that position the last few times that I ate or drank in the game. I moved forward and the mount behind me kept up, so I barely noticed it. Dipping my legs into the calf restraints and then fastening part of the harness around my waist before the booth part arrived on its own, then closed around me and sealed me in.
As I sat, the dildo in my arse quite unannounced began to move in earnest and it squirted something new that reached all of my nerves… all through my body, feeling alert and do damn aroused. Not painfully so, just in a haze. I could keep my eyes open and on My Master's face in the monitor murmuring My Master's thanks, asking for more.
He suggested that I stroke and pinch my nipples. That felt really good when I tried it. My Master really did have the best tips. Hungry, though.
My Master suggested I would be able to do more with my hands if something else were taking care of my nipples and pecs, and then I followed gentle instructions to attach a chest harness. I murmured, My Master thanks, and then I slowly stood. The "chair" and the pole I was slightly leaning back on, moved up with me as I stood. First restrained my torso, the metal on my nipples comfortably warm, the sensors and light electric impulses slowly stimulating them and messaging my pecs, the penis in my arse just barely moving in tandem.
I really needed to sit again. The shell of the booth was gone, only the framework behind my neck and back, the "chair", the pole holding the dick up my bum, and foundation where I had placed my lower remained. I could look down my body and up and around to monitor's where My Master's face appeared and My Master suggested that I pull out my knees and lower legs from the foundation leg holders and put on metal soled and reinforced sandals. The sandals rose out of the foundation block of the lower leg and calf restrainer. They would keep my feet in place when I wanted but also would allow me to walk around the room. I pulled my legs out of the leg holders and up, put on the sandals, and then fit my legs back into the holes. I was instructed to sit again, the stimulation on my nipples and channel had stopped while I was putting the sandals on and sitting down.
Once again the subject of eating and drinking was brought up. I agreed I was getting a little hungry now. Well, actually, ravenous, I was thinking. But I was trying to be polite in my saying. The lip stimulant for pleasure was wearing off, and all I could think about was how empty my stomach was, that it needed to be filled.
But first, My Master said, let us try out the message elements of your new sandals. I agreed and in 10 minutes I was very hard again, the other elements attached to me with slight stimulation… and the robot penis leaking some combination of welcomed drugs into my system through my channel. The hunger dull in the background to an ache that I didn't mind through the rest of my euphoria. It didn't occur to me to stroke myself off, my hands at my sides. Just the building, the building of good pressures and feelings as I leaned back a bit. Then My Master asked if I were hungry. I was. My stomach gurgled, but my dick was painfully hard; somehow not leaking precome yet.
We decided I should try something new. The foundation of booth had retreated from my calves some time ago, when I was putting on the sandals but I only really noticed now that he said we should try something new, and I was looking around.
I was to walk up to the soft wall in front of me, and leaver down my dick, which really was happy to be against my belly right now, into the hole that appeared. The hole felt spongy and firm like a vagina, and it was incredible.
The vagina started to bring me off, and behind me a supporting wall came shaped around my back pinning and slamming me into the soft wall in front of me. It was as if I were riding "her" hard up against the wall, except I was the one getting pounded in the arse, there was even a lifting and angling under my feet, as the vagina held on to and messaged my dick in a tight glove of warm, wet and natural feeling. And I was encouraged by My Master tell My Master how damn good it was and narrate my progress as much as possible. Groaning and screaming were allowed if I couldn't articulate myself. Great rule that.
It took a while, but it felt so good, I came with a shriek, the spongy wall vagina milking my penis until it was spent. The lights dimmed but I knew I had to keep them open for My Master.
Was I still hungry? My Master's voice asked me, but I couldn't see his face. The wall at my back retreated. I was spent but satisfied, eyes opened and turned facing a small light source, focusing on it. I was so, so hungry, I felt like I had not eaten in days, although I wasn't fatigued. I was wide awake alert, and full in my bum.
I was satisfied but still hyper alert as the lights came up and I followed My Master's image on a few screens before the complete booth was set up again for a slight promise of getting "given" to later on. After I sealed myself in to the experiment booth, now wearing the sandals that could message me, and had my calves restrained. In front of me the panel opened up to lead several life-like looking penises of various skin tones, complete on manikin-like torsos following behind them. The shafts stuck out just enough, semi-hard for me to suck on.
The water and coffee ones came through like liquid, but the food ones had the consistency of cum, but tasted like some of my favorite foods. I had to suck to get the food and liquid out or … or nothing. And gods I was hungry. There was a lot of sucking going on for a while.
The monitor for My Master's face had retreated. My Master's voice told me that I could use my hands to encourage the united nations of penises, and the torsos that they were mounted on gently rocked from side to side, up and down when I changed selections. The scent of the food mixed headily with the musk of different men.
When I used my hands or sucked hard the torsos would advance the penis further down my throat, but the food would be released. It didn't seem to matter that I couldn't taste the food well that way with most of it being released to the back of my tongue or directly into my throat. I could smell the food, I hungrily swallowed, and that sort of was like tasting it, and some of it washed upward when my mouth was filled by an especially strong surge from sucking hard and having my face fucked.
I could stand or sit changing my position, the apparatus behind controlling the big penis up my arse moved along with no further stimulation, just a sense of extreme but not painful fullness.
My head was gently supported as the torsos and hot balls on the pretend penises advanced to my face and slammed into my mouth. They were all hard and needy now. I was told to practice giving it, as I would like to receive it, because instead of a student, the four torsos were receiving data to give me my own ultimate blow job.
When I heard that, I got a little harder. The stimulation to my channel that had previously been limited to what I got from changing my own position in the booth, including some more liquid, and the attention to my nipples through the chest harness increased. Apparently this part of the game, which included eating and drinking, wouldn't be done until I had gotten all four torso's "off" meaning that they would slam uncontrollably into my face, the penises expanding and lengthening into my throat without gagging, without biting.
While it was delicious, it seemed to last forever, because there was no way of telling when the food penises were done, they had been coming in me from the first suck, sometimes with more and sometimes with less, usually based on how hard I sucked them. Nothing was touching my actual penis this entire time, and while I could move my hands now, I couldn't reach my penis through the torso divider of the booth which was a little frustrating, the divider moved along with me. I couldn't get my dick to hit the top or any friction at all. Just a bit frustrating, yeah. I didn't have much time to think about it with my channel being beyond well fucked, so widely filled.
The torsos with hot balls bringing long penises into my mouth and down my throat. My neck and throat stretching out, swallowing and filling my belly. Convulsing my channel on the wide, throbbing, pounding cock releasing its seed into me. I began to scream against the cocks in my throat. It was all so intense. Euphoria, frustration and discomfort blending together with soreness and a painfully hard and throbbing cock unattended between my legs. Just screaming now. Screaming and swallowing until there was no more to swallow.
My Master chuckled, saying that while time didn't matter inside the game about seven relative hours had passed since I entered through the blue door. Really it seemed like days ago, the first time folding into this time. The dream game being all that was or would be.
When I finally was close to coming, everything stopped; I was congratulated for lasting so long. It had been 90 minutes or so in the booth with the food, My Master said.
My Master now told me I could choose to be put into the toy box and brought off with the new cock sucking program, or to go directly into a sensory deprivation tank to sleep.
The penis and torsos retreated and the lip baum and eye drops were brought back.
If I wanted to be brought off, I had to put the lip baum and eye-drops. That's what I wanted. But to come off, I had to request and beg it very vigorously, that after I came, I would be permitted to close my eyes and rest.
I did not feel like resting, and I did so much want to get off. "My Master fuck me. My Master fuck me," I repeated over and over again. All of the devices started up again, including the terrycloth covered robotic hands stroking my cock; and I did come, and it was oh so good, and the voice of My Master reminded me, as the world became grayed out into darkness, that wasn't it a good decision of mine to choose to put the plug in my arse originally, because if I hadn't make that choice none of this would be possible.