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Stitched and Inked
The fluorescent lights buzzed like dying insects overhead, casting harsh shadows across the concrete walls of the underground chamber. His name had been Oliver Kane—twenty-six, a street artist from the city who painted murals by night and dreamed of something bigger than the grind. That life ended three nights ago on a deserted loading dock behind his favorite hangout spot.
They came out of nowhere: three masked men in black tactical gear. A black van. A rag soaked in something sweet and chemical clamped over his mouth. He’d fought—elbows, knees, fingernails—but the world folded in on itself before he could scream. When he woke, he was here. Naked, wrists zip-tied behind a steel chair bolted to the floor, the air thick with the smell of blood, sweat, and fresh ink.
The first cut was the worst.
A bald man with tattooed knuckles and a surgical needle the size of a fishhook leaned in close, breath sour with cigarettes. “Boss wants you quiet,” he said, smiling like they were old friends. Oliver thrashed until the chains bit into his neck. The needle pierced the corner of his lip. In and out, in and out—ten, fifteen, twenty times—black surgical thread pulling his mouth shut in a grotesque, puckered line. Each stitch tugged skin and muscle together until his lips were sealed like a leather wallet. Blood trickled down his chin and mixed with the tears already streaming from his wide, bloodshot eyes. He tried to scream anyway. The sound came out as a wet, animal whimper trapped behind the stitches.
They left him like that for an hour, drooling and shaking, while the boss—a lean woman in a tailored black suit who never raised her voice—entered and explained the new rules.
“You’re property now, Oliver . No name. No voice. Just ink and obedience.”
Then the tattooing began.
Two men worked him at once, their machines humming like angry hornets. One started at his collarbones, driving deep black lines into his skin—thick, tribal bands that wrapped around his throat like a second, permanent collar. The other worked lower, across his pectorals and shoulders, etching intricate geometric patterns that looked almost beautiful if you ignored the blood welling up in every needle track. They didn’t bother with numbing cream. Pain was the point. Every time he jerked or sobbed, the woman would step closer and press a gloved finger against his sewn mouth, whispering, “Good boys stay still.”
Hours blurred. The needle buzzed over his ribs, his biceps, the hollow of his throat. They rotated him in the chair like a canvas on a stand, adding more chains when he grew too weak to fight. A heavy iron slave collar—cold, two inches wide, with a thick ring at the front—was locked around his neck with a heavy click. A chain dangled from it, long enough to let him move but short enough to remind him he belonged to the floor. Sweat poured down his face, stinging the fresh ink and the raw puncture wounds of his lips. Tears carved clean tracks through the grime on his cheeks.
By the time the artists stepped back, his torso was a living map of ownership: black bands circling his neck and chest, jagged lines snaking down his arms, symbols of submission etched over his heart. The woman inspected him slowly, running a fingernail along one of the fresh tattoos until he shuddered.
“Almost done,” she said. She snapped her fingers. One of the men brought over a small mirror and held it up.
Oliver stared at the stranger looking back. Wide, terrified eyes. Black stitches holding his mouth in a permanent, silent scream. Sweat and tears and blood streaking his face. The heavy collar glinting under the lights. The chain resting against his inked chest like a leash waiting to be pulled.
He tried to beg. The only sound that escaped was a broken, muffled keen.
The woman smiled, satisfied. “Welcome to the family, slave.”
The fluorescent lights in the chamber flickered once, then died as the men dragged oliver’s limp, sweat-slick body down a narrow concrete corridor. His bare feet scraped along the floor, leaving faint red streaks from the fresh needle work. The heavy iron collar dug into his throat with every ragged breath he managed through his nose; the chain clinked softly against his inked chest like a reminder of ownership. They stopped at a steel door, swung it open, and shoved him inside.
The cell was barely six feet square—bare concrete, a single drain in the floor, a thin mat in the corner that smelled of old piss and fear. No window. No light except the red glow of a camera mounted high in the corner. They cut the zip ties from his wrists only long enough to chain his hands to a ring bolted into the wall above his head, forcing him to stand. The woman gave the lead on his collar one last tug, forcing his head up.
“Sleep, slave,” she said softly. “Tomorrow we finish what we started.”
The door slammed. The bolt shot home with a sound like a gunshot. Oliver sagged against the chains, tears mixing with the dried blood on his stitched lips. Every inch of his torso burned—black tribal bands circling his neck and shoulders, jagged lines snaking down his ribs and arms, symbols of submission burned into his skin forever. He tried to scream again. Nothing came out but a wet, strangled whimper trapped behind the black thread. Exhaustion finally dragged him under, head lolling against the cold metal collar.
Morning came with the screech of the door.
The woman stepped in first, still in her tailored black suit, heels clicking like judgment. Behind her walked a man Oliver had never seen—tall, broad-shouldered, salt-and-pepper hair cropped close, dressed in a crisp black shirt open at the collar. A thick gold wedding band glinted on his left hand. He carried a riding crop idly in one fist, tapping it against his thigh as he looked Elias over like livestock at auction.
“Morning, pet,” the woman purred. She clipped the leather lead back onto the ring of his collar and gave it a sharp yank, forcing him to stumble forward out of the cell. “Meet my husband. He’s been very eager to see our new acquisition.”
The husband circled him slowly, eyes tracing every fresh tattoo. He reached out and ran a rough thumb across the black band at Oliver’s throat, pressing just hard enough to make the stitches on his lips twitch.
“Beautiful work,” the man said, voice low and approving. “You were right, love. He’s going to look exquisite once he’s fully marked. How does it feel, boy? Knowing every inch of you now belongs to us?”
Oliver’s eyes widened in terror. He tried to pull back, but the chain on his collar held him fast. A muffled, desperate sound vibrated behind the sewn-shut mouth—half sob, half plea.
The husband chuckled. “Still fighting. Good. I like when they break slow.” He turned to his wife. “We should talk about the rest of the mods while they finish him. The cock and balls need full coverage—thick black bands around the base, maybe some script down the shaft. Something that says ‘property of’ right above the head. And the ass… I want the cheeks done in the same tribal pattern as his back, but the hole itself gets the special design. A small, tight little ring of thorns and our initials intertwined. Permanent. So every time he’s used, he remembers exactly who owns that tight little slave cunt.”
The woman smiled, eyes gleaming. “I was thinking the same. Full-body coverage today. No skin left unmarked. Then we can move on to the piercings—nipples, septum, maybe a Prince Albert to lock him to his cage when he’s not being fucked.”
Two of the tattoo artists were already waiting in the main chamber, machines humming, fresh ink pots lined up like ammunition. They chained Oliver to the steel chair again, this time spreading his legs wide and locking his ankles to the base so he couldn’t close them. The lead on his collar was shortened until his head was forced back against the chair, exposing every inch of his body.
The needles started.
They worked his back first—long, sweeping lines that wrapped around his spine and shoulders, connecting the front tattoos into one unbroken map of ownership. Then lower. The artists didn’t hesitate. One took his cock in a gloved hand, stretching the soft skin taut while the other drove the needle in. Black ink bloomed across the shaft in thick, possessive bands. Oliver’s entire body jerked, eyes rolling back, tears pouring freely down his cheeks as the pain flared white-hot. They worked the balls next—careful, deliberate shading that turned the smooth skin into textured black patterns. Every twitch of the needle made his muffled cries vibrate uselessly behind the stitches.
When they flipped him over and bent him across the chair, ass up, the husband stepped closer to watch. “Make the design tight,” he ordered. “Right around the hole. I want it pretty when I spread him open.”
The needle buzzed mercilessly across Oliver’s ass cheeks, then inward. The special design took shape: a delicate, cruel ring of thorns and interlocking letters—his new owners’ initials—encircling his asshole like a brand of eternal submission. The pain was blinding. Oliver’s vision swam. Sweat poured off him in sheets, dripping onto the concrete as the last untouched patches of skin disappeared under layers of black ink.
Hours later, they stepped back.
Oliver hung in the chair, every visible inch of his body now covered—neck to toes, cock to balls, ass to the most intimate place of all. The black ink gleamed wet and angry under the lights, a living canvas of slavery. The heavy collar still locked around his throat, chain dangling. His mouth remained sewn shut, lips swollen and raw around the black thread.
The woman clipped the lead again and tugged him upright. Her husband ran a hand possessively down Oliver’s inked chest, stopping to squeeze his newly marked cock.
“Perfect,” the husband murmured. “Our silent little fucktoy. All ours.”
Oliver’s eyes—wide, bloodshot, broken—stared back at them. No words. No scream. Only the endless, muffled sound of a man who no longer existed… and the new slave who now wore his skin.
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Thanks everyone for voting. You voted for 24/7 locked. Yesterday I permanently secured my cage and glued it shut with epoxy! 🔒🔒
Don't do the crime, if you can't serve the time...in a cage!
Homosexual Protection Program
In a similar world where being gay can get you killed or worse, crippled unable to live a good life... magical measures had to be taken to punish the truly wicked and give relief to those harmed. This is a story about taking quality bodies away from the corrupt and giving them to those in need.
I was going on a run to get in shape, and out of nowhere, some bigots yelled, "what's with the pink shorts? Trying to bait a dick with that dumptruck ass?" They approached me from behind. Beaten to a pulp. I was knocked out.
Later I woke up from a 3 month coma. My legs wouldn't move. And my... oh no. Something was wrong with my dick. It really hurt...
And a handsome man walked in. He looked at me with pity, and then smiled. "Call me Mr. Fixer. You've been broken. How'd you like to be given a chance to not be broken. It's just a new life away. The secret Homosexual Protection Program. Just sign here for consent. And we'll have your soul relocated to a body that will fulfill your every need.
I signed it. Of course, I signed it. "What now?" I could barely look his pretty face in the eyes.
"Just go to sleep. And when you wake up, my magic will have done its work."
"Wait. How you know what kind of body I want?" I asked in a hurry.
"Instagram. Twitter. You name it. We went through it for your benefit. We have ideas..."
And I fell asleep by a magical wave of his muscular hand.
I slowly woke up. And I felt incredible! My dick had morning wood. And it didn't hurt! And I could move my legs. I felt like new.
Man. I was a real cutie. I was disappointed about my new package not being porn star long. But looking like this, I will have no problem finding action. I heard someone in the bathroom. And there he was... a total hunk.
"How you like your new body, Will? You're 19. Verse bottom. Oh. And I'm Dylan. Your Dominant Top boyfriend. Only bottom if you beg me for it. I previously introduced myself as Mr. Fixer. I was planning on putting you inside some other homophobic twunk, but the previous user of that twink body cheated on me. Enjoy."
"Okay. So, do you want to fuck me?" I asked blatantly. I got into position. And he ripped off my underwear, destroying them. His king tier monster of 10 inches long, and 7 inches girth, enters inside my bubble butt hole.
I screamed and started moaning rhythmically. And Dylan pounding my hole felt like a severe misplaced punishment. He told me, "I can give you a new body after I put my ex cheating boyfriend back inside Will's overstretchted body."
"Damn. That's savage..." I said as he kept at stretching my insides. Then Dylan somehow put the old Will back inside this body with me.
My voice said, "OH. Hey... I knew you'd come around. Wait. Why you using a body like that, it's gonna do damage to my ass!
Dylan started talking, "Welcome back home, Will." as my shared hole got obliterated in explosive rounds of monster cum. I lost my ability to walk normal after that.
"Sorry, new Will. You'll have to share control of that body until tomorrow. Just try to get along and sleep."
Going to the bathroom, we started talking, old Will said, "He's my boyfriend! The cheating was accidental. He always changes bodies. How am I supposed to know?"
I replied, "Either way, I think he said I'm his boyfriend now..." we started wrestling with our shared body. And he started grabbing the dick and competitively rubbing it up and down.
I then went to our so sore, it might be ruined ass... and I put the toothbrush up it. Old Will went, "You bitch!" And I went, "Yeah. Our ass is filled with cum. Most of it was pumped inside me before you arrived. Our body started sweating and having a shared emotional breakdown.
Dylan came. Looked. And went, "Calm down, you bottom bodymates, unless you're ready for round 2?" as he patted the infamous monster.
I forced my body to shake our head no. And we went to bed. Cuddling tightly with Dylan.
Went to the beach searching for my next body with Dylan. And there was many sexy men.
I ended choosing the beautiful hunk with a large package and a nice ass. Side note: Will was by himself in his body now. And left.
Dylan or Mr. Fixer possessed all the others to have sex with me on the nude beach. He let me pick his body. He said he'll stay in it for 2 years, only 2 years for bodies that aren't heartless assholes and forever potentially for corrupt ones based on memories accessed...it's his personal code. I picked him this one:
As you can see in the photo, he's a little upset by my choice. The body is great. Great ass. Good dick of 7 inches. Not too painful. Besides he's really skilled at being a classy yet bossy power bottom.
"Shouldn't our bodies be switched? You picked my first choice from the get go." Mr. Fixer or now called Dakota said.
"No... you promised to let me pick, remember? Pretty please..."
"Fine, but I'm topping your bubble butt first."
"Deal." I felt blood rush to my new member. Based on my body's incomplete memories, his name was Luke and he was here to... oh Luke is gay too. He was here trying to pick up guys. I should've known it was a secret nude beach for gay men. Well, sorry Luke. But I am you for the next 2 years.
2 years went by. We had to give these men their bodies back. Topping never felt so good. I'll miss this. Dakota and I saw a couple of men protesting against being gay, so we took their bodies. And my boyfriend went and paid our previous bodies for their time. I thought we were alone in those bodies. Or I'm not so sure of anything anymore. "They'll never have to work again." He stared at the cute body he lived in for 2 years as he walked away.
I'm the blonde. Nice. My new butt looks perky.
Yeah. We talked it over. These men are unworthy of their beauty. We're keeping the bodies until we no longer want them. Started acting and later only fans. Everyone loves a sexy duo.
I luv sucking cock
I love sucking cock, total 100% bottom sissy
I'm a total bottom faggot I love sucking and dèepthroating cocks and swallowing multiple Loads of cum
…anytime, anywhere…the pig's mouth must always be kept moist…//
Let's play a game. Screen shot the GIF and see how long you'll be in chastity.
Mal schauen wie es ausgeht.
Okay faggots. Everyone gets a turn. Screen shot and reblog. Message me with what you get and a pic of you in chastity.
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Last year, I was his favorite target to bully. This year, I'm his fag. What's the difference you ask?
It's simple. Nine months ago I made a deal with him. I'd approached him in the locker room after football practice when he was alone. Wasn't expecting to see me, he was a tad bit defensive. And right there, I gave him my proposition. I would suck his cock any time he liked IF he stopped bullying me in public. To prove my point, I got on my knees and kissed his cock through his towel. When he didn't stop me, I pulled the towel off and took him into my mouth, giving him the best blowjob I could. He quickly came in my mouth, got dressed, and walked away without another word.
Why did I propose you this deal?
I'd accepted that I was gay, he was hot, and I might be able to use this to my advantage...at first.
You see, the bullying in public did stop but he was ruthless when he'd corner me in private for a bj. Complaining about my blowjob skills for months. Until one Friday, he told me to go to his place after practice. Remembering that I did promise blowjobs anytime, I did go but I was scared out of my mind.
When I got there, he was by himself. He told me two things: that his parents were gone for the weekend, and that he was going to teach me how to give a proper blowjob with deepthroat this weekend. And he did just that. If I wasn't sleeping, I was either between his legs or on his bed with his 7 inch cock in my mouth.
He did notice one thing, the more he degraded me the harder my admittedly small 4 inches got. Faggot, cocksucker, cumdump, stupid fag, you name it, he called me it and I started to love it.
At the end of the weekend, he placed a small box on the table before I left. He hold me that if I put it on, he would stop anyone from bullying me and sent me home.
What was in the box?
A chastity cage of course. At first I wasn't sure if I should put it on. That would be super embarrassing and counter productive to my goal. But, the thought of no bulling and no gym on Mondays convinced me to try it.
That Monday, mph! I was by myself and out of nowhere he walked up to me and grabbed my caged crotch. The sheer masculine dominance he displayed had me straining in his cage as a big smile grew on his face.
He hold me, "you know what this means, right?"
I shook my head no, honestly not getting at what he meant.
"It means you're now my personal faggot to fuck and use however I want. My property."
Admittedly, I did shed a tear, unsure of what would happen.
"That's nothing to cry about fag. Like I said, no one will bully you again. And think about all the new ways you'll get your little fag rocks off to me and my cock. Living out your little fag dream. And" his voice got a little deeper, "as my property, I don't want to see you broken."
That last line is what did it for me. I reached into my pocket and gave him the keys to my cage, accepting that I was now his faggot.
True to his word, he fucked me over and over. Made me lick his feet, clean out his pits after practice, and if anyone bothered me, he would stop it.
You think its weird that we get off to pits and feet?
I'm not going to tell you how to live your life, but in the last 6 months we've both made each other cum at least once a day. Oh, he's calling me over now. Wants to show off how small my cage is to his friends.
How long do I have to stay locked up?
In the bonn4 micro Chastity
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Ryan becomes a pet..
Ryan never saw it coming from someone he’d known for years.
He’d met Elliot in college—same dorm, same late-night study groups that turned into drinking and talking until sunrise. They’d stayed close after graduation. Elliot had always been the more dominant one, the one who pushed boundaries in conversation, the one who joked a little too darkly about control and ownership. Ryan had laughed it off. Everyone did. In this city, human pets were legal. Registered. Taxed. There were clinics that specialized in the surgeries, contracts that required notarized consent, waiting periods, psychological evaluations. The whole system was built on the idea that a person had to want it.
Ryan did not.
It started with the argument.
They’d been out for drinks after work. Elliot had been quiet most of the night, watching Ryan with that particular intensity he got when something was already decided. When they got back to Elliot’s apartment, the conversation turned sharp. Elliot accused him of being careless with their friendship, of taking things for granted, of never really listening. Ryan pushed back. Voices rose. At some point Elliot said, almost calmly, “You don’t get to walk away from this.”
Ryan turned to leave.
The needle went into the side of his neck before he fully registered the movement. Something cold and fast. His legs went first. Then his arms. The floor came up hard.
When he woke, the light was wrong. Soft, clinical, overhead. He tried to sit up and discovered his body no longer worked the way it was supposed to. His arms ended above the elbow. His legs above the knee. The stumps were neatly bandaged, the skin still tight and new. A thick black collar sat locked around his throat, the metal ring cold against his sternum.
Elliot sat in a chair beside the medical bed, scrolling through something on a tablet.
“You’re awake,” he said, like it was ordinary. “The surgeons did clean work. I paid for the premium package. No complications. You’ll adapt faster than most.”
Ryan’s voice came out raw. “What the fuck did you do.”
Elliot finally looked at him. There was no guilt in his face. Only a kind of settled satisfaction.
“I made a decision for both of us. You were never going to agree. The system requires consent. I found a way around that. There are people who specialize in… accelerated documentation. Your signature is on the forms. Your medical history is updated. As far as the city is concerned, you requested this six weeks ago and completed the cooling-off period. You’re registered under my name now.”
Ryan tried to move. The shortened limbs barely shifted him an inch. Panic climbed his throat.
“You can’t—”
“I already did.” Elliot stood and walked over. He rested a hand on the top of Ryan’s head, fingers sliding into his hair. “You’ll live here. You’ll eat from a bowl. You’ll walk on all fours because that’s what your body is built for now. In public you’ll wear the collar and stay on the leash. People will look. Some of them will approve. Some won’t. None of them will intervene. You’re property.”
The first days were the worst.
Elliot kept him naked at first, forcing him to crawl across the polished floors of the apartment while the bandages came off and the stumps hardened into smooth, functional pads. The pain of learning to move that way was constant. Ryan’s shoulders and hips screamed. He fell constantly. Elliot never helped him up. He simply waited, leash in hand, until Ryan managed to get himself onto all fours again.
The latex came later.
Elliot had it custom-made. A full black rubber suit that sealed at the neck and followed every altered line of Ryan’s body—shortened arms ending in rounded cuffs, legs the same, the torso and hips padded just enough to force a permanent quadruped posture. Once it was zipped and locked, Ryan’s human silhouette was gone. He looked like what the second image shows: a glossy black pet with a human face, forced to move the only way the suit and the surgery allowed.
Eating became ritual.
Morning and night, Elliot set a black bowl on the kitchen floor. Meat, broth, sometimes just water. Ryan was expected to lower his head and eat without using anything but his mouth. The first time he refused, Elliot simply left the bowl there and walked away. Ryan lasted almost a day before hunger forced him down. After that, the fight got smaller every time.
The public walks started once the suit and the training had settled into something that looked practiced.
Elliot would leash him in the entryway, open the door, and step out onto the sidewalk like it was the most natural thing in the world. Ryan had no choice but to follow on his shortened limbs, the rubber suit creaking softly with every movement. People stared. Some smiled. A few looked disgusted and turned away. No one stopped them. A man in full latex with a collared, surgically altered companion was unusual, but not illegal. Not in this city. Not when the paperwork said the pet had asked for it.
Ryan never stopped hating it.
But the body Elliot had given him had no way to refuse. The collar stayed locked. The suit stayed sealed. The leash stayed in Elliot’s hand. And every time Ryan looked up from the sidewalk or from the kitchen floor, the same man he’d once called a friend was looking back down at him with quiet, absolute ownership.
That was how Ryan became a pet.
The process.
(Fiction) I never got invited to his BDSM parties, always wanted to, but did not want to beg or push myself on to him, so it was a huge surprise when he invited me… but not for the party as guest, instead he asked if i wanted to volunteer to be part of the decoration, a rubbered up suspended item in the party area. That wasn’t so much participating as i wanted, but better than no invite at all, so i did not even doubt but agreed right away.
I arrived Friday afternoon at his place and he showed me that generous party basement in his huge home. He said thanks for volunteering to do this at the party, let’s give it a try to see how well it fits and works. I had been in the nub chastity of his already for a few days, sent to me in preparation, he said at the time, the plug insertion took some time, the getting into that one piece suit he had ready for me took the longest, primarily because of the long tubes into the nose, a ten incher for breathing, and a 30+ inch leading far down into the belly, also of course there was that massive embedded gag.
The rest of the preparation was quick, that muzzle, that padded suspension harness over the torso and around upper thighs, those armbinders keeping them straight at the elbow, those ankle restraints…
Then the steel cables, springs, spreaders and chains coming off the ceiling were attached and used accordingly, so that in no time i was suspended as intended, slightly hogtie-like, springs on head and sides allowing slight swinging movements, nothing big though, and he heard slight moans from me, silenced by gag and hood into almost not being heard though, every move i made twitched my butt muscles, that plug massaging my prostate, giving my already severely struggling dick in this tiny prison continued troubles.
I heard him laugh when he watched while checking every chain, cable and hook holding me secured up mid air, telling me: ‘Someone seems to enjoy it as it seems!’
Patting my caged dick and the balls made me briefly twitch, just to moan evenmore realizing that utter helplessness i had been placed in, too horny not to love, but also quite frustratingly countered by the tiny dick cage and that slightly too large plug. But then he continued:
‘I know the party is only tomorrow, but it looks great, you enjoy it obviously, so do i actually, looking at and knowing you’re stuck like that. I would say it would be a shame to undo it all now again just to have to repeat everything tomorrow again.
I think i’ll just winch you up all the way to the ceiling, where you’re supposed to end up for the party anyway, then i’ll point the streaming cam on you to entertain the guys visiting my pay channels, that way that fantastic view of you is not just enjoyed by me here, but also a few thousand of those pay members until tomorrow, when the party starts.
I’ll hook up the tube down your belly with water supply stuffed into the compartment above in the ceiling, so you’ll get plenty cool nutrition fluids, the suit is watertight, so if you need to piss, just go ahead anyway.
Of course the party won’t end before Sunday morning, after that, right underneath you, the brunch buffet will be prepared… naturally i doubt people will start brunch before noon either, but i guess you’ll just have to wait until some time in the afternoon then before i can take you off and out of all this again.
But hearing you moan, or is that grunts… well, it makes not really a difference, as it is barely to hear, so i just assume you’re happy about all that and won’t mind that you’re stuck now anyway, not that it matters…
Well, just enjoy, we’ll talk Sunday afternoon again then.’
Moments after that i felt the winch lifting me higher and higher, here in the center of the room i knew the ceiling wa about 11 or 12 feet high and i was ending up dangling from the top up there in no time.
Slightly swinging from every attempted move, moaning even more as each move kept working the plug and my dick could not get any joy, would start hurting sooner or later from constant trying even, i was torn between that extreme horny situation itself and the scary fact of what i just heard, being stuck in this util Sunday afternoon, and i was absolutely certsin that this hornyness only lasts that long, then boredom, extreme frustration while half horny constantly, but most of all, aching of parts of the body stcuk in this would repalce all the excitement, and the majority of my time up here i’d be actually suffering instead of enjoying.
But my previous attempt to protest, as he noted, grunts only that sounded like moans, all so silent that they’d not even disturb those close enough to hear, futile attempts to protest then, and i knew there was nothing that would change for the entire duration either, both, attempts to struggle and move as well as attempts to make sounds would just be received as 'that guy up there is obviously horny as hell and loving it up there’.
I knew i was fucked, stuck , no matter how much i loved it now but would hate it in a few hours and most of the remaining time up here. If i had known he’d do that, i would not have shown up today already, but come around only tomorrow, but it was too late now…
It was a tough weekend for sure, hearing all that noise, not seeing a thing, not feeling much other than the frustrations and aching of my body parts, being pretty much ignored by anyone down there having fun with each other. But i made it to the Sunday afternoon at the end, not that i had a choice in it.
When he released me, i needed quite some time to stretch without pain, move without pain, get proper feeling and coordination into my limbs, but also get the aching out of my jaw and adjust to light again, see clearly.
He prepared food, desperately needed for sure, and i did not even bother to complain, what sense would it have made anyway, instead i actually thanked him for the invite, even if it wasn’t exactly how i anticipated a visit here would be for such party weekend, adding with some laugh even that my body would surely remember the weekend for a while also.
He laughed also, but after a while then said: 'I have parties like this every other weekend here, you surely know they are well known all over everywhere, hence the waiting list for invitations is also miles long.
Yesterdays theme was rubber, hence you’re dress up accordingly, but the themes change with each party, army, leather, rubber, sports, raingear, industrial, pretty much all fetishes one can think of that have related outfits.
One of my usual decoration objects cancelled short notice twice now, hence the need to invite a replacement, which happened to be you this weekend. Putting you on the actual invitation waiting list, given that the majority of guests is regulars, only very few are selected off that list to complete the numbers, it would take years for you to be able to come here as guest.
But if you want i can offer you that spot of that guy who cancelled twice, i need someone reliable, do not want to have to seach every time, so if you’d be interested…
You’d be dressed and packed according to the theme of the party, spend the weekend then well placed to be a horny decoration addition to the party, obviously unable to get out of that for sure, objects aren’t supposed to get anywhere from where or however they are placed.
I know it is a long drive, but you’d have to come here Fridays and leave Sunday evenings just like this weekend. You’d entertain my pay channel each of those weekends as you did this weekend, be present in whatever ways you are packed during the party event and brunch the next day, release, dinner and return Sunday evening. To compensate for that long drive every other weekend, I can offer you 10% of the pay channel income each of those weekends. But it also comes with one more quirk, i insist that the guy who’s going to be the regular object on my parties remains in an even smaller chastity cage permanently, also in the time you’re on your own at home. What do you say?’
Well, i did ot think of repeating this, but years and years waiting to 'maybe’ get an invite versus… well.. i can say i am at every single one of his parties, do not have to say how i spend time here… at least something i would say, as horny as it makes me now to think of inescapable biondage by him… every other weekend… i just switched off my brains and blurted out a quick 'Yes, please, i’ll never cancel, you can bet on me being here every other weekend for sure.’
He nodded, said: 'finish your food then, we’ll close that deal then after that.’ He then disappeared while i quickly finished, still aching quite a bit i thought about regretting it maybe, but looking at my dick standing strong on the mere thought of doing this, i waves every concern off immediately.
He came back with some small steel stuff in his hands, told me 'Let’s seal the deal then’, and while i wasn’t focussed, he grabbed my balls and squeezed them painfully har while giving y dick a few hard slaps. I was not at all enjoying pain, my hard dick was limp in no time, that pain took away any horniness my brains would have wanted to work on.
He however used that extreme limpness immediately, i almost missed the steps he did, that base ring was on my dick and balls in seconds and so was that 'cage’, well it was a pretty much flat plate, inside a small half round shape attached to it, and in its center an around one inch long hollow steel rod was present. He shoved that rod into my dick and once that half round covered the tip of my dick, pushed the limp dick pretty much back into the body until that plate was able to be attached on to the base ring, with that then hiding the presence of my dick rather compeltely.
But that was not the end. He looped a steel wire through the base ring on its top, ensured to center the long wire before using the tools to crimp it shut right above the base ring, then another crimping the two wire parts together 2,5 inches higher up. From there he wound the ends around my hips, making sure they are above hip bones so when he tightened then on the backside, they were tight enough to not be able to pull down over those hips anymore after he used the crimping tools back there also again, the still longer ends of the wires then went down the butt crack and to the from, right underneath my balls, looped through the base ring of the chastity there and then pulled tighter before also being crimped shut again, excess wire then cut off and some small shrink tube covering the ending to avoid scratching skin. The speed in whihc he did all that includeing the heating of that small piece shringing tube, before i even know it that basering was mounted right to my body, held tight to it by those steel wires around my hips and through the crack to the front again.
I was just standing there, shaking my head while he did, still looking for words to comment, by the time i had mumbled something like 'what the fuck are you doing there’ he was already finsihed.
i inspected the whole as he told me i could try… that basering was not moving away from my skin, that steel wire did not slip down over he hips, i could move the wire at my butt hole to the ide just enough for the needed, but none of all that had keys, expect the flat plate cage connected to that ring. This wasn’t supposed to come off, this was as he said… all the time…
But even more then, while i stil was stunned from the quick ways in which he did all that, he already was down at the front, holding my locked dick and balls firmly, not allowing me to move away, when i tried he squeezed my balls painfully. Holding me there, i saw him insert a drop fluid into that small lock connecting ring and cage, then insert a tiny thin pin completely into that, adding another drop fluid at the end, blowing slighlty over it, then finally letting go of my junk.
He explained then: 'That seals the deal then, Lock is perma glued shut, steel wires are perma closed also. The only way to get any of that off you is to cut everything off. While the steep wires maybe the easier part on that, the chastity device squeezes your skin everywhere so tight, finding a way to cut that will be difficult and most definitely cut you in the process severely also. I take you by your word, at no time ever will you cancel, every other weekend you will be here Friday and i will get you ready and keep you objectified all weekend then. That chastity ensures you never forget.
Now get dressed, you need to get going to get home. See you in two weeks.’
I was still puzzled, still speechless, but i got dressed and was on my way indeed then. All the way i kept thinking about that thing down there, i felt it, every part of tit, that was now … damn…. permanent… fuck… what did i do… fuck….
The two weeks at home were hell, at first thinking back on the weekend made me horny again and again, adding to the fact of not having cum for a long time and being over horny in general already, this fucking device drove me mad, day and night. But i did manage to get through the time. As matter of fact, the longer i suffered, the more i looked forward to that next weekend, suffering still, but with the horny aspects of the sitauation added at least.
All over though, the excitement was always present, time after time, so the frustrations in-between were 'accepted’ by me, each weekend was some other horny way of keeping me helpless objectified completely.
I also had no idea how much his paid video channel actually made, that 10% fee he gave me each of those weekends was every time generous, but i told him to accumulate those, asking to make it a yhear and then see how much i could collect then.
I kept doing it, as promised, no cancelling ever, even if there were weekends in which i would rather not have gone there and had done something else instead. That year then finally passed, 26 of my weekends spent there, every one of them hard but not any less exciting every Friday arriving to get into whatever he chose, and by now actually regretting every Sunday when i have to leave for two weeks again.
At the end of that weekend, still strapped into a contraption as i was all weekend, but everyone else gone, he removed my blindfold, gag and finally hood, then held a check in front of my eyes, when i saw that number i swallowed and my eyes must have doubled in size. He laughed, adding; 'Our deal is beneficial to both of us, your suffering isn’t all for nothing either.’
I could just whisper an astonished 'wow’, he then asked what i was going to do with all that money. I had no idea, did not even think of that anymore, but still feeling all those restraints keeping me stuck as i was all weekend, my dick attempting to get hard yet again without any chance while my butt muscles massaged that by now huge dildo up there even more, my brain flipped, throwing out any form of reason or common sense, and i blurted out:
'I’d love to be able to use it to hire you for a job.’ He looked surprised, but also laughed, he’d unliekly have anything to offer i’d be able to hire him for, but just out of curiosity he wanted to know what i had in mind.
'I’d like to hire you to kidnap a person for real, but once kidnapped, ensure that person can never leave, that person being me. Given the situations you have me in every other weekend, you’d have no real work with it either, as i am helpless every time and cannot prevent a thing. Well, i’d say you could just use my mobile to call me in sick and arrange things from there, use the money then to arrange that disappearance, dissolve my previous existence somehow.’
He looked still surprised, but also clearly thinking. then he asked: 'So you’d hire me to not telling you a thing, but one of the weekends coming just not letting you leave anymore?’
I did not even expect him to think about this stupid horny idea, but hearing that, i just nodded heavily. He issued a sligh 'hmm’ and went behind me, i heard him grab stuff out of drawers. Moments later then he was in front of me and before i even could react, he used two smaller cut offs of tegaderm, i knew that stuff, sticking to the skin extremely well, forced my eyelids closed and stuck one of each over the closed lids, making sure to stick it on to my skull skin well.
Once done with it, that hood i was wearing all weekend went back on, so did the blindfold, even if no longer needed, and the massive gag. My hoode again head was then also fixed immobile as it was earlier. then i heard him again, shouting a little to ensure i understand well:
'I mean, i DO have the pin code of your mobile ever since you gave it to me a few months ago when it kept ringing and you had me check why. So i just thought, why wait for any other future weekend, no time as good as the current time.
Consider yourself kidnaped as of this moment already. I taped ygior eyes shut becauae it is unlikely you will ever see again or have the need for that again, even while swapping hoods, gear of blindfolds, your eyes won’t open anymore.
I had several more extended ideas for a long time, you’ll be perfect to execute some of those on. For one, after a thorough depilation of all your head and facial hair permanently, your head will be permanently sealed up, there will be no longer any contours, a smooth oval-like shaped item sticking up on your neck. To achieve that, permanent tubing of nose holes, leading directly ito the lung, as well and a severe gagged mouth with embedded tube down your stomach, the three required openings well hidden on the backside of the oval shaped plain head. Additionally your ear drums will be replaced with buds, allowing full control on what or if at all anything is heard by you, mostly it will be white noise though.
As a permanent, object you no longer need or have an identity or any facial features allowing recogniztion of an individual.
The plug will be hollow in future, and regularly replaced with bigger ones, until one day permanently fixed in your butt also, while the hollow part of it remains sealed with a rod or dildo mostly, but can be open as needed, your dick is already permanently gone anyway.
This will give me then a blank thing, an item, no face, no identity, and while i have the knowledge on his to keep you healthy for decades to come without issues, you will not longer have anything or anyone, but become a think in my home, placed, dressed, packed or restrained as i choose, or.. well.. as my pay viewers in the cideo channel choose most of the time actually.
And … well.. you asked for it, if you think i cannot do this, i do have the needed ideas and connections to dissolve your previous life, the means to keep you as this object permanently and… just in case, your pretty much begging to hire me to kidnap you is also on record, so… maybe you thought it would happen one of the coming weekends or not, well, it happened right now.
While previously you were objectified for the weekend but i recognised you are equal person the remain time, that’s ended also, as such, you’re an object to be controlled, any verbal communication is to control what you do and when you do it, and as object you obey as told, you did experience some of the tens units i have to ensure compliance just in case, there is obviously soon enough no longer any response possible anyway, so there won’t be any conversations either anymore, an object receives commands and executes then, that’s the sole extent of communication you will have from here on.
And as a final hint maybe, you’ll be stuck in the one or other ways most of your future, i’d say there’s 5% of your future spent moving, the rest you wil lbe stuck, so in order for you to get used to it, i will feed you in an hour, but you remain like this another few days for sure.
And to clarify again: this was the last conversation you ever have. I would say i keep that money from the check then, as i believe i have delivered what you hired me for. Thanks for the order and payment.’
Then it turned silent, i heard him leave, but that was all there was…. he did feed me as promised, no talking though, shoc]king my balls when i attempted to talk during the feeding, since that it has been quiet, nothing, no sounds, no noises, no idea where he was, but not in the room.
I still thought it was not real, he wanted to teach me a lesson, even thought the same when it seemed the next day, but my body aching more and more, nothing at all happening, no response to my grunts, i got doubts… was this real real… did he really… will he really…
Well, he will, he did… preparations took a month, but that steel shell got welded around my head, padded inside, leaving no facial contours to ever be seen, the tubes preventing any form of noise in total, as no more air passed the vocal cords, i haven’t see since that day, not heard since a few days after, lost any and all feeling for time, i not longer know if i am stuck a day or two or more in the same predicament he placed me, i have no clue how i look, what i wear, all i think, not even sure about it either, that i still am in his house.
I have a full body electric pads workout once a day, every muscle in my body worked over by the tens, and not to die of total boredom, he gives me a continued tens treatment, randomly working on me, either stimulation, causing frustration, or shocks, some of those excessive even, keeping my mynd in check, always waiting for the next pain or the next horny stimulation in anticipation.\
How long i am here by now though… i do not know.. maybe one of the readers here knows that house, knows those parties where some object with this steel controuless thing as his head is always present as piece of decoration… maybe knock on that steel head, let me know there is something still out there in the world….
Matt is Ruined
Matt had met the Man online two weeks ago. He only knew him by the name Master. It was a hot fantasy, submitting to a Man online. It started as a fun way to jack off. But it quickly got much, much more serious.
By the end of their first chat that night, Matt has sent more than $500 to the stranger though PayPal. He turned on his webcam and jacked off while the Man watched. He sent graphic pics of his hard cock and face to the Man. The humiliation was exquisite. The Man new just what to say, just how to push all of Matt’s buttons. He had never cum so hard.
Matt couldn’t wait to talk to the Man again. On the second night, Matt has sent another $500 to the Man he now called Master. He used a big dildo to fuck his ass live on cam while the Man watched and sent Matt degrading and intoxicating messages. Matt told the Man more and more about his life, that he just graduated from college, that he lived in a small apartment alone. He sent a picture of his drivers license. The Man wanted to know everything about Matt’s life. He had never felt more exposed. It was amazing.
By the end of the first week, Matt has sent so many pictures and video of himself to the Man doing so many degrading things that there was nothing left to expose. He was surprised to discover he had maxed out his credit card with $8,000 sent to Master. The Man seemed to understand Matt better than anyone he had meet before. Matt thought about the Man constantly. His whole life now revolved around their nightly chats. When Matt’s credit card was full, the Man helped Matt fill out an online application for a new credit card. He wanted to tell this Man everything. Matt revealed that he had $12,000 saved up and had $25,000 in savings bonds from his grandparents. He opened his entire life.
Halfway through week two of chatting with his Master online, Matt discovered that his second credit card, with a $10,000 limit was also maxed out. At his Master’s urging, Matt allowed the Man to put Teamviewer on his computer, and had watched as this Man drained the total balance of his savings account – $12,000. But it was all worth it – the Man wanted to meet in person!
Matt followed all of the instructions he has been given. He sold everything in his apartment and gave his notice that he was vacating immediately. Matt headed to the bus station bathroom where he had been instructed to meet his Master. All he had left in the world was his duffle bag with a few personal possessions, what he wore, and a cashier’s check for $25,000 – the full proceeds from selling his grandparent’s savings bonds. At his Master’s instruction, the Payee line was left blank.
It was 2:00 am when Matt entered the bathroom. His new life was about to begin. And there stood his Master. Matt was thrilled and terrified.
20 minutes later, the Man known as Master exited the bathroom. He had Matt’s duffle bag over his shoulder that now held all of Matt’s clothes. In his pocket was the cashier’s check. Back in the bathroom, lying naked and broken on the floor was Matt. He has a fresh load of hot cum up his ass. He was covered in the Man’s piss. His hands were bound behind him as he lay shivering on the cold, tile floor.
Matt had surrendered everything. He now literally owned nothing, not even the clothing he had worn to the bathroom. He had $18,000 in credit card debt and $85,000 in student loan debt. Matt was sobbing. The man told him that he had uploaded all of the pictures and videos he had of Matt online, and had sent a link to everyone in Matt’s contact list.
As Matt struggled to sit up, his body shaking in sobs, the words of his Master rang though his head, “Thanks for everything, faggot. It was fun using you. Goodbye.”
Mind-Games (Part 2): Glitched
Doug, or Relek (Rel) enjoyed playing his new DnD style VR game so much. He started a real relationship with his NPC companion Alenk (Al). Everyday he would go to work, and spend the night playing the game and getting to know Al more. He was addicted. He quit his group DnD sessions IRL to spend more time with Al, and any free time was spend inside the digital world.
After a year exploring, Rel found tones of rare loot, and discovered most of the Map currently available to him. But the developers where close to adding Internet connections, that update was only a week away. But before hand they released an update to expand the Map. The original Map was mostly green landscapes, this update added a rocky mountainous area, as well as a frosty cold area. The dungeons where blocked off and inaccessible to the players, but they could adventure the new areas, and fight some new monsters that will be available in the main internet update.
In the main update they where planning to add several new things, dungeons, new items, new cursed items, new consumables, new mobs, and a whole new storyline, and much more.
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“You awake handsome?” “Rel? It’s time to wake up”
Rel was sleeping peacefully, the update had just being released and the following NPC (Al in this case) is programmed to encourage the player to explore the new areas.
“Come on Rel, you must be awake by now” “RELLLLLLLLLL!!!!!”
Rel jumped up in shock.
“There you are, look our map just updated, we’ve got some new areas to explore” Al put the map in Rel’s arms as he woke up.
The two was sleeping in a tent near the border of where the new areas would be spawned.
“There’s the rocky mountains, or the frozen lake area… and some towns changed too… There’s some new loot we can get from Quests and Bounties, and form adventuring in the new lands… Come on Rel, What do you want to do first?”
Rel turned to Al with a tired look on his face, “I’m so tired can we go back to sleep, I was enjoying being in your arms.”
“Come on, where’s your sense of adventure?” Al smiled.
“I really took a month off work for this?” Rel said quietly.
“Work?” Al asked confused.
“Nothing” Rel never spoke about the real world to Al, “I mean, We’ve got so much to see… it will be so much… work…”
“Okay…” Al looks puzzled, “I say we start with the rocky mountains, they’re close by and apparently there is high end loot at the peak of one of the mountains.”
“Sure… let’s start there”
The two get dressed, they spend the previous night fucking like beasts, and where completely nude when they awoke in the updated world.
Once they gathered their gear, and put away their tent, they started their journey. The trek took a few hours. On the way they passed a new town, it was filled with Equine-Folk, and told Rel and Al all about the new lore about the mountains, and teased about the quests that are to come.
One of the townsfolk talked about a cursed cavern filled with cursed objects, ones that are to powerful for the average player to wield. Ones that have the power to change the player in ways unimaginable.
Rel had heard it all before and knew he would have to wait to see that anyway, so didn’t bother thinking too much into it.
They stocked up on food and new weapons, and as they approached the new mountains a pop up paused the game.
*WARNING! YOU ARE APPROACHING UNFINISHED AREAS.
PASSING THIS POINT MAY RESULT IN: PLAYER PROGRESSION ISSUES, ACCESS TO GLITCHED ITEMS, ACCESS TO UNFINISHED AREAS, ACCESS TO UNFINISHED STORY PROGRESSION.
FOR YOUR OWN SAFTY: DO NOT KEEP ITEMS LABED ‘GLITCHED’, DESPOSE OF THEM BEFORE THE UPCOMING MAJOR UPDATE. AND SAVE BEFORE THE MAJOR UPDATE OUTSIDE OF NEW AREAS (EXAMPLE: SPAWN VILLAGE).
CONTINUE AT YOUR OWN RISK. ANY PLAYER WHO ENDS THEIR ADVENTURE IN NEW AREAS AT THE TIME OF OUR NEXT UPDATE WILL HAVE THEIR ACCOUNTS RESET TO THE STATE BEFORE THE CURRENT UPDATE. RESULTING IN PROGESSION LOSS. PLEASE TAKE CARE IN THESE NEW AREAS.*
Rel ignored the pop up, not even reading it. He knew the risks, as they was posted all over the game’s pages and reddit accounts. But knew it was safe to explore. The two approached the base of the mountain, a clear path up was available, and thinking that was the best path, they followed it.
“This mountain is huge Rel! It’s gonna take a few days to climb it” Al said looking up at the tall peaks of the mountain range.
“It’s ok, we can just follow this path and see where it leads, we don’t have to reach the peak quick. It’s probably best to wait…” Rel cut himself off, “It’s not like we’re in a rush.”
“I guess not… Would be nice to see the land below from up there though.” Al put on a sad face, as if he was upset at the thought of not reaching the peak quickly.
“How long would it take to reach the top?” Rel askes.
“I’d say…” Al thinks, “3 days, and then another 3 back down. If everything goes to plan, and we’re walking constantly.”
“Ok… I guess. We can try and reach the peak, But any delays and we’ll be coming straight back down.” Rel says with a bit of worry, not wanting to get stuck at the top without a way back down before the update.
The two started their trek up, it was step and hard to traverse in areas, but most parts was a slight incline up to the peak. Occasional mobs would spawn but nothing major that halted their progression. Most new mobs was weak and easy to defeat, since they haven’t been scaled for the area yet. They dropped some new loot, but most had the ‘Glitched’ tag, so was just thrown away.
After climbing for almost the whole day, the two sat on a log on a cliff top looking over the land below. It was beautiful, “Wow! Who new Wyrm Guild looked this good” Al spoke, chewing down on a big leg of Chickinary.
“It is something…” Rel looked at Al as he ate, “But I have a better view.” Rel flirted.
“Shut up your handsome devil” Al hugged Rel, and they ate their food, getting full for the rest of the adventure.
They continued their climb until it was almost nightfall.
“I think we should set up the tent here, it’s a nice flat area.” Rel said watching at the sun was almost setting completely.
“Here is a good spot, We’ve done a good job, we’re almost half way up, but tomorrow we’ll have to climb some steep soaps, so that’s gonna be tough” Al said, looking up at the peak seeing the jagged walls up the top.
The two set up the tent. And stripped naked as usual. They shared a large sleeping bag, holding one another for warmth. Al getting hard and horny, but Rel too tired to even think about sex. Even though the walk was in the digital world, the mental drain of walking so far still affected him.
“I’ll give you a quick blow job but then I want a peaceful sleep for tomorrow.” Rel smirked, putting his hand around Al’s massive cock.
Rel unzipped the sleeping bag, and exposed Al’s hunky muscular body and his monster bear meat. Al’s cock was stiff and pointed upwards. Rel opened wide, and began sucking on Al’s monster cock, it was musky and dripping precum, from all the adventuring he hadn’t washed in weeks. And All of it could be tasted.
Al wanted to reward Rel for the blowjob, flipping Rel around, and the two sixty-nined. Rel got hard and eventually both of them was enjoying the taste of musky pre-cumming warrior bear dicks.
Rel was tired and just needed to cum and make Al cum. So he sped up the pase, holding the base of his dick and sucking faster. Al moaned and his cock pulsated prepping for orgasm, shooting a fat load of cum directly into Rel’s open maw. Rel kept sucking to clean Al off. Al kept sucking to make Rel cum. After some time, Rel got close and began to shoot a load into the mouth of Al. The orgasm was perfect and needed after a long day of climbing the mountain. Rel snuggled back into the arms of the worn-out warrior, getting comfy and began to sleep. Al was covered in sweat and smelt musky as a warrior would, but Rel didn’t care, he loved the smell of his lover.
The night passed and the men slept. The morning sun began to shine, and it was back to climbing the mountain. They climbed and climbed for hours, up steep soapes, jagged cliffs and finally onto a flat piece of land they could rest on. It was big and open, as close to the top of the mountain as you could get. There was a giant cave opening blocked by a giant bolder, clearly blocking the path to a future dungeon, but outside was a chest.
“Hey… a chest” Al ran towards it, and Rel followed, panting from the climbing. “Come on, open it!”
Rel opened the chest, and all the items had the ‘glitched’ tag, meaning non could be used or kept, “Well… that was a bust, we can’t use any of this”. Rel was tried and sick of all the rewards being unable to be kept.
“But that’s fine, We had a nice adventure up here… look at the view, we can see our village from here” Al spoke looking over the land below. You could see for miles and see the starting village the two first met. “I know it was a bust, but you can’t beat that view.”
Rel looked, but wasn’t too impressed, he was tired from the climb and just wanted some real treasure. In an act of defiance he walked over to the bolder blocking off the path to the dungeon. “There has to be a way inside… right? I don’t want to come up here with nothing to prove I came here…”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea, That cave is blocked off for a reason” Al was sensible, and knew it was a bad idea trying to enter a restricted area. “Maybe we should head back down… or camp here for the night.”
“Come on Al… there must be a way inside” Rel tried to push the rock aside, but it obviously didn’t budge. “Do you have any idea how to get inside?”
“Why would I know? You never know we could come back up here and that bolder could be moved and we can go inside…” Al started to get a little worried, not wanting something bad to happen by breaking the game. Al was an AI NPC after all, and knew the consequences of breaking the game.
Rel walked around the cave, to where the bolder met the rock, but there wasn’t enough room to squeeze through. It was jammed.
After some time, Rel stopped and decided to camp out for the night at the top of the mountain. They set up the tent, a fire, and put their gear to the side to dry of the sweat they built up from the climb. But Rel couldn’t forget about wanting ‘first dibs’ on what’s inside that cave.
“Hey Al… I’m just gonna have a wonder around, you stay here, I won’t go far, I’m just gonna see whats around this mountain top.” Rel made an excuse for another look at the cave and the surroundings.
“…ok… are you sure you don’t want me to come…”
“Yeah, I’ll be fine, If I need you I’ll shout.”
Rel walked away, into some bushes, around the centre cave on the mountain top. Trying to make his way around, to see if there was some way of getting inside, a secret lever, or key, or something.
Rel walked around and almost made it back to Al on the other side before he found something. While touching the rocky face of the cave walls, there was a part that wasn’t solid, there was a gap, about 6 feet wide and taller than Rel, all rocky wall with no collision… “YES! I knew they would be something”.
Al heard the shout, and came to investigate, finding Rel with his hands stuck in the rocky wall, “REL? Are you ok?”
“Yes, look, this wall… We can get through!” Rel spoke with excitement.
“Are you sure you want to go in? What if something happens, it might not be safe…” Rel cut off Al.
“Quick let’s gear up and head inside, there could be anything down there.” Rel ran to get his things and Al followed.
“I really don’t think this is a good idea” Al spoke but Rel didn’t take notice, he was too busy getting geared up.
“Come on, you have to come with me”
Al reluctantly began to gear up, the two headed back to the rock face, but from the wall texture, you couldn’t see what was on the other side, It could have been anything.
Rel put his hands through to try and feel for ground of something to walk on when they go through, but there was nothing, Rel’s arms was too short to feel further than a few feet. Al tried, but couldn’t feel much either. Rel decided it was safe, and took a step through, carefully, leaning forwards looking inside. It was pitch black, apart from one candle attached to the wall still lit and a golden chest below it. He quickly came back out to Al.
“Theres a chest in there, and there’s nothing guarding it, I told you there was something!” Rel spoke with such excitement, thinking their journey wasn’t for nothing.
“Ok… let’s… get it and head back to camp… But don’t you think it’s a bit weird it’s not protected?” Before Al could answer, Rel ran through the wall, and Al had no choice but to follow.
Rel reached the chest and opened it. But it was empty. There was nothing. But before Rel could complain, the candle blew out, and the room went pitch black. And a pop up happened on screen…
*QUEST 666 – THE CURSED CRYPT *
The floor began to rumble and crumble beneath the men, a purple glow cracked through the floor, and eventually it gave way. The men plummeted thousands of feet downwards, it felt like it lasted forever. Rel and Al screamed, but before they hit the rocks at the bottom a gust of air blew them back up and helped them land safely, unharmed.
Rel looked around, it was a dark cave, the rocks where black, with purple cracks covering every surface giving the space light, it looked beautiful, if you ignored the thousands of feet they fell to enter the space.
“Rel?” Al spoke as if he was injured, “I feel funny”. Rel turned to see Al holding his head in his hands. Then Rel felt a pain in his head, it felt like a high pitched ticking, growing louder.
Then another pop up happened giving them a debuff…
*CURSE OF NOTHINGNESS
THE USER MUST DROP ALL GEAR AND ONLY USE GEAR FROM INSIDE THE CURSED CRYPT
IF ANY NON-CURSED-CRYPT GEAR IS IN INVENTORY, HEALTH WILL DROP TO ZERO RAPIDLY*
Rel saw his health rapidly going down, it started at 250 and was almost at 120, “Quick drop everything, we’re cursed! DROP EVERYTHING NOW!”
They hurried but managed to drop everything, Armor, Weapons, Food, Clothing. They were completely naked. The curse lingered, but didn’t negatively affect them unless they picked back up their gear.
Rel ended up at 30 health, Al was at 35. “Fuck! We’ve got to find something, We need to get our health up, they has to be chests or loot around here.”
“I told you this was a bad idea…” Al said matter of factly, in a kind of angry tone.
“I know…” Rel replied, “I should have listened… you can tell me off when we get out of here… they has to be a way out… right?”
Al walked away, into a tunnel and Rel followed. They walked for a few minutes before the cave opened up and a chest was in the centre.
“See a chest, There must be good loot here, we’ve skipped about 500 quests to get here, so it must be good” Rel opened it expecting the best gear ever. But all that was inside was…
*Rotten Rat Flesh (edible)
Bones
Tattered Cloth
Cursed Liquid (Crafting only)*
“What? This must be wrong… maybe there are more chests?” Rel wandered further down the tunnel, Al followed, pouting.
They travelled for miles, each chest having the same things, sometimes less. Each time Al acted more and more annoyed.
“I don’t think I can keep going, I need a rest” Al spoke, sitting down with his back against the wall.
“It’s ok, we can rest for a bit… I know it’s rotten but we have these we can eat…” Rel pulled out the Rotten Rat Flesh, Al just looked annoyed but tried to eat it, thinking it was at least going to increase his health, instead he got the lowest form of regeneration, giving him 2hp each one he consumed.
“Well… that’s not gonna get us to full HP… if we have to fight one mob, we’re basically fucked” Al’s annoyance was clear, he hated that Rel didn’t listen.
“I… am sorry, I should have listened… I really am sorry” Rel said with honesty.
“I know you’re sorry, and it’s ok. I just thought we would have a nice night on the mountain top, then you got too overexcited with the cave…” Al responded calmly, “But I know you would… maybe don’t go into places you shouldn’t next time”
“I promise…” The two hugged, “We should try to move if you can, maybe the deeper get go the better the loot, or we need to change direction”
“Well this is the Cursed Crypt and we have the Curse of Nothingness. Why don’t we try to not hold anything for a while, and see if the loot improves?” Al questions.
“That’s a good idea, let’s leave everything here and keep going”
They walk past a few more rooms through the cave, and eventually after ten or so rooms, the walls change, into more of a black brick dungeon. With purple cracks. The open a chest and get their first piece of loot.
*BAND OF REGENERATION (CURSED) ‘GLITCHED’
THE USER REGENERATES HEALTH AT EXTRAORDINARY SPEED
BUT,
THE USER CAN NOT LEAVE THE GAME UNTIL THEY LEAVE THE CURSED CRYPT EXIT*
“What does that mean? Like I can’t pause?” Rel questions, Al looks like Rel just asked a stupid question.
“I think it means, you can’t take it off until we leave the crypt… like you can’t put on another Cuff while we’re in here?” Al takes a guess.
“Well it’s glitched… but as long as it comes off once we leave, this will be useful for now.” Rel puts on the Band of Regeneration. A sharp shocking pain runs through his body, from his head to his toes. “FUCK!” Rel felt weird but he couldn’t pin point what was wrong, but he noticed his health instantly raise to full.
“Are you ok? Are you at full health?” Al askes worryingly.
“Yeah, I just had this jolt of pain through my body, that must be from the curse… right?”
“It must be, let’s continue and look for more, It would be helpful for us to find something to up my health”
They continue through the brick rooms, passing more chests to see if they can get more loot. Finally they stop, and open another.
*Respawn Potion – teleports the user to spawn unharmed
Rotten Rat Flesh (edible)
Bones
Black Goo*
“A respawn potion?” Al looks at the potion on the ground, “Well that gets one of us out of here”
“Well, I can’t use it. I need to leave the exit, The potion says *UNUSABLE* to me… maybe you…”
Al knew what Rel was going to say, “I’m not leaving you here, let’s keep going”
Al was adamant, and made Rel keep hold of the potion, not wanting to use it or leave Rel here alone. The travelled for more rooms stopping about 15 rooms ahead, this time the rooms walls where the same, but the floors where replaced with a white stone, contrasting against the black and purple walls.
“Let’s try this one?” Rel looked at the chest, opening it to reveal the loot.
*RING OF BLINDNESS (CURSED) ‘GLITCHED’ – (Septum Ring)
THE USER IS GIFTED WITH 50+ TO EVERY STAT.
BUT,
ALL FUTURE ITEMS HAVE NO DESCRIPTION AND ALL FUTURE ITEMS MUST BE WORN.
AND,
THE USER IS CURSED WITH ‘CURSE OF BINDING’, FORCING ANY AND ALL FUTURE ITEMS TO BE WORN AS SOON AS THEY ENTER THE INVENTORY.*
“Well… that doesn’t seem like a good item… but the stats might help” Rel questions wearing it.
“Maybe keep it on you but don’t wear it yet?” Al looked worried, “It’s not worth it until we see the next item. Al feels his stomach growling wanting food, but he ate all of the rat meat they had, due to the starvation, another debuff was given to him.
*Starvation – the user looses health until fed (lowers health to 1hp at max affect)*
“I’m… fine… let’s keep going” Al convinces Rel to keep going, as his health slowly ticks down to 1HP.
They pass more chests, not wanting to open them as it would ruin their chances of getting a better item. They only went 8 rooms before they needed to stop Al was to tired to continue.
“I told you, you need to go home, I promise I’ll be fine, just please you need to eat and get rest.” Rel puts the Respawn Potion in Al’s hands.
“I… told… you… I’m not leaving” Al pants trying to catch his breath.
“You’re not leaving me, I’ll see you when I get out of here. You’re not going to make it at this rate, and the curse items we have won’t help you. You need to go… please” Rel tears up asking Al to leave, but it was the best option.
“I can’t… leave you… alone…” Al started to black out. But Rel gave him one final kiss, before putting the potion up to his lips and holding him as it took affect.
“I love you… I’ll see you soon…” With that Al *poofed* and was sent to the spawn village, where the other bears could help him. Now Rel had one mission, to find a way out.
Rel pulled out the ring he found earlier and put it on, it glowed bright purple, and bound to his flesh. It was now irremovable until he got out. He ran through the rooms fast, counting about 30 before loosing count, and finally stopping.
“This one must have something useful” But with the Curse of Blindness he couldn’t read the item. And the Curse of Binding forcing the item to be worn without a second thought.
*ANKLET OF BEASTS (CURSED) ‘GLITCHED’
THE USER’S INTELIGENCE AND WISDOM STATS ARE SLOWLY LOWERED BY -1 PER SECOND, WHILE THE ITEM IS WORN
BUT,
EACH INTELIGENCE AND WISDOM POINT LOST, +5 TO STRENGTH, DEXTERITY, CONSTITUTION AND CHARISMA.
AND,
+20 LUST ON EQUIPMENT. +5 FOR EVERY ADDITIONAL GEAR EQUIPPED. LUST IS DOUBLED IF THE ITEM IS CURSED. LUST GROWS +1 EVERY MINUTE A CURSED ITEM IS EQUIPED (STACKABLE).*
When the item was forcibly equipped Rel felt his mind growing dumber, his intelligence lowering fast, and his horniness heightening quickly. His muscles growing and strengthening. He felt amazing, but his dumb headspace made it too hard to focus.
He continued, moving form room to room, until reaching another chest.
*CAGE OF LUSTFUL SPITE (CHASTITY CAGE)
THE USER’S GENITALS ARE LOCKED IN A TIGHT CAGE.
STRENGTH, DEXTERITY AND CONSTITUTION ARE INCREASED BY +50
BUT,
ALL TOUCHES TO THE CAGE (OR ADDITIONS TO THE CAGE) GIVE +20 LUST, AND ALL TOUCHING PROVIDES EDGING STATUS (SELF TOUCHING COUNTS)
(EDGING STATUS – THE USER IS TEASED WITH PLEASURE, ORGASMS ARE DENIED)
AND,
THE CAGE CAN NOT BE REMOVED BY THE USER.
AND,
A RUBBER SUBSTANCE SPREADS FROM THE CAGE, COVERING THE WHOLE BODY OF THE WEARER, ENTRAPING THEM, AND GIVING THE ENTRAPMENT CURSE
(ENTRAPMENT – THE USER CAN ONLY BE RELEASED FROM THE BONDAGE BY THE OWNER (CURRENT OWNER – CRYPT KING))
Rel feels as the rubber liquid oozes from the cage around his cock. The mind numbing affects of his lowered intelligence made it feel good, his hairs became covered in thick rubber. It covered his whole body, and he couldn’t take the device off to stop it. Eventually the flowing ooze of black rubbery goo, stopped.
Rel’s vision returned, but this time through purple tinted lenses covering his eyes, as he rubbed then to removed the lenses, his edging status triggered, the suit was part of his cages curse. But he was unaware of all of his current curses or gear, having to guess what they did or what was happening, but his intelligence was so low, it was hard to even think about what he was wearing anymore.
His rubber suit starts to show purple details, lines and patterns formed on his new rubber skin, and a glowing purple lock formed on his new nullge where his caged cock was buried. Forgetting about the edging, he grabbed at the nullge, feeling immense pleasure, but his pleasure was short lived as the edging kicked in, and his orgasm was denied with a powerful full body shock.
Rel in his dumb haze, tried to pull off the headset, the pain was unbearable. But as he reached up, only his digital arms moved, his body… he couldn’t feel it… he just felt his digital body.
Through his hazy memory he thought about the first item he wore, the curse… he couldn’t leave the game until he left the crypt. But how?
The brain link was modified in the update. It allowed for a more indepth gaming experience by trapping the mind of the player inside the digital character. To make the persons life run as normal, a copy of the user was place back into the body to live the life as the person would normally. However, the player could only return once the curse or game allowed it. In Rel’s case, he would only return to his Doug body if he leaves the crypt. Rel’s, Doug body was now playing the game as if he was the real Doug, but in reality, the trapped Doug was inside Rel playing the game for real.
Rel needs to get out, or his mind will be trapped inside his character, for who knows how long. The Developers didn’t add a way out yet, this was unreleased content. That’s even if the developers knew Rel was trapped inside, which they didn’t. They thought the new content was unbreakable.
Rel knew there was only one way to solve it. He ran through room after room until he reached the end, there was a door, a big wooden door, he could see through it, it was the outside. His hopes where high, he tried to turn the door handle, but… it was locked. A pop up brought Rel’s hopes crashing down.
*KEY REQUIRED*
But Rel didn’t find a key he would have to search every chest, but risk being cursed further, or wait and hope to be rescued. But there was nobody but Al that knew he was there. And the only way in was at the top of the mountain, nobody knew about this door.
Rel didn’t know what to do, so he opened another chest.
*MUSK MASK (CURSED) ‘GLITCHED’
THE MASK FORMS TO THE CURRENT USERS FETURES (USER DESIGNATED RUBBER BEAR SLAVE)
THE MASK WILL CONSTANTLY PRODUCE HORRENDUSLY SMELLING MUSK FROM THE FRONT OF THE MASK, EVERY BREATH CONTROLED BY THE MASK’S AUTOMATED SYSTEMS.
(MUSK FORMS – ALL SPECIES MUST APPLIED – ARM PITS, FEET, ASS, COCK, BALLS, BODY SWEAT, SHIT, PISS, CUM) (MORE MUSK TYPES CAN BE ADDED AT ANY TIME BY OWNER – CRYPT MASTER)
AND,
ALL MUSK IS MIXED WITH INTOXICATING GASES.
ALL GASES ARE SAFE FOR REGULAR CONSUMPTION, RESULTS - DECREASED INTELIGENCE, LOWER WILLPOWER, LUST FOR OBEDIENCE, HORNINESS, ORGASM DENILE
(MASK CAN NOT BE REMOVED ONCE WORN)*
Rel tried to scream pulling the mask from his face, but it just cause him to receive pleasure, edging and a shock for an attempt at orgasm. He just had to breath and get more dumb, more horny, more submissive, and accepting of his place.
It only took a few breaths for Rel to be sat a horny mess enjoying his happy dumb headspace. But he eventually came too for a second and ran to another chest, opening it to reveal a key.
Rel went to grab it, he was so happy knowing he had a way out of this hell… but that wasn’t the only thing in the chest, there was a collar…
*THE CRYPT KEEPERS SLAVE COLLAR (MEGA CURSED) ‘GLITCHED’
CURSE OF ALLEGIANCE
THE USER IS PERMINENTLY CHARMED (WHILE WEARING THIS ITEM). THEIR MIND, SOUL AND BODY BENDING TO THE WILL OF THEIR OWNER (CURRENT OWNER – CRYPT MASTER).
AND,
CURSE OF HABITATION
THE USER’S SPAWN IS NOW SET TO THE DUNGEON OF WHICH THIS ITEM WAS FOUND. UPON DEFEAT, USER WILL RESPAWN SOMEWHERE WITHIN THE DUNGEON. USER IS NOT PERMITED TO LEAVE DUNGEON GROUNDS, PATHFINDING IS NOW RESTRICTED TO CURRENT DUNGEON LOCATION AND CAN NOT BE CHANGED WITHOUT OWNERS’ PERMISSION (CURRENT OWNER – CRYPT MASTER)
AND,
CURSE OF SECURITY
USER’S CURRENT GEAR/ITEMS/LOOT ARE NOW PERMINENTLY BOUND TO THEIR PERSON. MOVEMENT OF GEAR/ITEMS/LOOT ARE ONLY PERMITTED BY OWNER (CURRENT OWNER – CRYPT MASTER)
AND,
CURSE OF IDENTITY
USERS CURRENT IDENTITY WILL BE REWRITTEN TO THE WILL OF ITS OWNER
(CURRENT OWNER – CRYPT MASTER… CHOSEN IDENTITY – BULL DRONE)*
Rel felt a sharp pain enter his mind, he heard a voice, it sounded robotic.
OVERRIDING CURRENT IDENTITY… CURRENT IDENTITY DETECTED… BEAR WARRIOR… REWRITING CODE… NEW IDENTITY IDENTIFIED… BULL DRONE… ALOCATING DRONE NUMBER… BULL DRONE #014 FOUND AND SETTING… DELETING NON-PRIORITY FILES… ALLOCATING NEW FILES… COMPLETE… BEAR WARRIOR REWRITTEN… BULL DRONE #014 READY FOR SERVICE…
Rel sat helplessly, his mind empty and blank, his memory’s trapped in a hazy fog, his body at the command of his new master. He didn’t move, because he didn’t have permission too, he just sat, numb and dumb on the ground, huffing his intoxicating gas, enjoying the blissfulness of his state.
His body began to change, the rubber forming into a bull’s body. His hight growing huge and tall, taller than Al was. Then his muscle bulged outwards in all directions, his abs formed into a giant round gut, his feet turned into bright purple hooves. And a long flopping tail pushed out from his tiny button bear tail. His head changed shape, two giant horns pushed out of his skin, and into the rubber, as two giant purple horns.
After the transformation, Rel just sat down, and stayed in place, he didn’t want to move, his body was experiencing the amazement of dumbness and pleasure. After a few days in blissful heaven, a command was sent into his mind.
BULL DRONES #001 TO #025 FREEROAM, INTRUDER DETECTED.
Rel obeyed. He stood, as his skin touched, he felt the pleasure, and enjoyed the edge, before a shock brought him back to reality. He watched through his purple vision his body moving without him controlling it. He was a drone, a simple vessel to be used by his master. And after a few breaths of the musky gas, he was back in blissful heaven, enjoying his time as a passenger.
His body roamed the halls endlessly, only encountering other bull drones like himself, they barged by one another like mindless animals. That’s what they were.
After a few days roaming, Rel saw something in front of him, it was a bear, a warrior bear from his village.
“WHO GOES THERE! HAVE YOU SEEN RELENK THE GREAT? HELLO?” the warrior spoke with certainty, but the drone controlled by Rel just walked up to the warrior attempting to convert the intruder into a fellow Bull Drone for the Crypt Master.
Rel was too blissfully entrapped to care, he let the drone control him, even if he tried it would be useless, the drone was in full control.
“HELP! I’VE GOT A BIG DRONE OVER HERE!” the warrior shouted and more warriors came to his aid.
But due to the curse forcing them to drop all their Armor and loot, they had no choice but to run away from Rel. Rel followed the original bear he found, down the dark walkways of the cavernous areas. Eventually catching up, as the bear was trapped in a dead end, at the door without a key to unlock it.
“Please… please let me go” the bear begged as Rel got closer. Rel put his face up to the cowering bear and held him still with his big strong bull arms. A large puff of purple gas shot from his mask, into the bears face. It caused the bear to loose intelligence rapidly and his body went floppy. Rel’s arm reached up, and a collar the same he wore spawned in his palm, the wrapped it around the bears neck, and the transformation began.
The bear began to be covered in a thick rubbery liquid, his cock was locked away, a mask formed on his face, and his body changed into a bull. The bear became a exact copy of Rel’s new bull drone form.
*BULL DRONE #026 CONNECTED… ENITIATING ROAMING MODE…*
The new bull drone shouted as they both began to find the other bears trapped inside the crypt searching for Rel. One by one, each bear was captured, transformed and turned into Bull Drones for the Crypt Master. Until only one bear remained.
Rel searched the area, hearing rustling from another room, walking inside, Rel saw Al again. Rel tried to speak, but in his dumb haze, all he could muster was a few blabbering words, words his suit never let escape. As Rel got closer he saw Al had been using the cursed objects, suffering from curses Rel had, since Al was searching for the Key to escape, hoping Rel had got out before the bears came to rescue him.
“Fuck! Hello?...” Al looked at the giant bull drone in shock. “Do you know where Rel is? Relenk?... Hello?”
The drone didn’t deviate from it’s objective, to transform the bear into another drone. Al tried to run, but another drone blocked his exit. There was no way out. The two drones spawned a collar and got closer to Al.
“Please… Please… I’m just trying to find my friend, REL!!!! REL!!!!” Al tried to shout, but it was useless, Rel couldn’t respond.
Rel got closer and pinned Al against the wall, Al looking into the purple covered eyes of the drone, and into Rel’s… “Rel?” Al muttered recognising his lovers eyes, “REL? Please stop!” But it was too late. Rel wrapped the collar around Al’s neck and it began to change him, adding all curses Rel was under the control of.
Al tried to fight but it was useless, the rubber liquid couldn’t be stopped, and it eventually covered all of him. His body grew bigger, he became the largest Bull Drone, his features changed into a Bull Drone copy and eventually he looked like every other drone.
*BULL DRONE #035 CONNECTED… ALL INTRUDERS ELIMINATED… DRONES SETTING TO ZERO AI MODE UNTIL A USER IS IN RANGE…*
Rel felt weird, his body couldn’t move, his limbs trapped in place, his breathing stopped, everything stopped. He was trapped staring at Al in his new Bull Drone body, and Al was forced to look back at Rel. They couldn’t do anything but wait until a new command was given. Their brains where still trapped in the dumb musky haze they where in, but they could still see one another.
The game stayed in this state for a long time. Rel tried to find ways out, but his brain was too foggy to think straight, and he couldn’t take off the headset and leave the game, since he was inside the game now, his body could be anywhere.
After a few days, it was time for the update… and Rel was still inside the game. A pop up came up in Rel’s vision.
*UPDATE AVAILABLE… GAME WILL RESTART AND UPDATE IN 60 MINUTES… PLEASE LEAVE ALL NEW AREAS OR RISK CORUPTING YOUR SAVE FILE*
Rel panicked slightly, he couldn’t leave, he couldn’t move… what would happen if he stayed inside? Rel just had to watch as the counter slowly ticked down, it was painful to see, knowing something bad would happen when the timer reached zero.
It ticked and ticked until it was time… It hit zero and the world turned off, the game reset, and Rel’s vision turned black and the game updated and reset. His mind trapped in a digital black void as the game started back up once again. He got a semblance of hope, thinking the game would put him back in his body, but that was just a hope.
*UPDATE DOWNLOADED… WYRM GUILD: VR EDITION, NOW CONNECTED TO THE INTERNET*
Rel heard in his head as the game opened.
*SPAWNING NPC’S*
Rel felt his mind being pulled, and he was rushed through the digital landscape into a body. Rel saw as his mind was pulled to the mountain and then down into the crypt once again. Rel was placed back into the body of the Bull Drone, this time his body T-Posing
*BULL DRONE’S AI RESTRICTED TO ZERO UNTIL PLAYER IS DETECTED NEARBY*
Rel tried to move, but he couldn’t, his mind was filled once again with the hypnotic gas since he was back in his body, and he was forced to stand and wait for a player to get close for him to move. He had to wait with lungs filled with musky intoxicating air, his body being edged and denied orgasm over and over, and looking into the eyes of his lover, also in the same fate as himself.
Time passed quick, the musky dumb hazy state Rel was in helped time pass quick. Rel lost track of time, he could have been there days, weeks or months. He didn’t know.
*PLAYER DETECTED NEARBY… BULL DRONE’S AI RETURNED… BULL DRONES INITIATING ROAMING MODE*
Rel’s body started to move and search the caves for intruders.
*4 PLAYERS DETECTED… INITIATING CONVERSTION MODE… BULL DRONES PREPAIRED*
Rel moved towards the location of the intruders, entering a room where they fell, still taking off their gear to avoid the curse. It was 2 wolves, one big and muscular, one skinny but tall, a older horse with muscle and a big dick, and a normal human tall and muscular.
“Hey… GUY’S!” the human pointed towards Rel and the other bull drone’s entering the cave. They hurried and ran down a cave not blocked by a drone.
They ran fast, although the drones where fast at full speed, they where too big to run in such a tight space, so chased but slower.
The group found some cursed loot. The original cursed and glitched loot was replaced, this time with real items and a few cursed items, that could be used to defeat the drones and find a way out. But the curses where not as potent as the originals. Making the dungeon easier than before. But now the crypt was populated with Drones, making escape harder.
The dungeon was rebalanced in a way.
“Look a key… this must be the way to get out.” The horse laughed holding the key up. As he did a drone caught up to him, huffing a cloud of purple gas around him, and giving him the paralyses curse. The drone collared him, and the horse began to transform in front of his group.
But the curse didn’t trap the player inside the game, the company removed that feature as it seemed too dangerous, but since no complaints about people being trapped in the game was sent to the developers, nobody new there was real people now trapped inside the bodies of NPC’s inside the game.
Instead of being trapped in the game, the horse was presented…
*DEFEATED… HARBOR THE HORSE GOD HAS BEEN BEATEN AND TURNED INTO A BULL DRONE… PRESS CONTINUE TO CREATE A NEW CHARICTER…*
The only downside to loosing was losing your progression in the game and start back at zero. A big punishment, but nothing could compare to those inside the games, and now trapped in a world inhabited by everyone in the online version of the world.
Rel’s every day was the same, he roamed if there was users nearby. If not he would be trapped in place. He would defeat or be defeated and respawns in his new home. His mind trapped in a foggy blissful state of orgasmic denial and lack of intelligence, the only thing he began to crave was more denial and musky gas, the gas changed, but not for the better. The musk was thousands of times stronger than before, it felt like he was huffing the putrid toxic musk directly from the source of a disgusting musky monster... And that’s what Rel was now, a horrible smelling Bull Drone serving his purpose as a obstacle for users to face and defeat.
Months passed, then years. Rel forgot about his old life, his new life felt so much better. He enjoyed his state of being used and being trapped.
On the outside his body went about as usual, Doug, Rel’s original body, when to work, cam home and played on a new save of the game, Rel unaware his body was now permanently controlled by an AI alternative to his own self.
But Doug acted no different, it was the same.
Nobody knew how Rel was, everyone knew him as Bull Drone #025.
Mind-Games (Part 1): Virtual Reality
Brand new VR headset dropped just in time for holiday sales. It was high end, expensive and came with only a few games, with more on the way, as each game had be rigorously tested before being available on the market.
What made the headset so expensive was the way it allowed you to play each game as it you was inside the game itself. It was simple, you placed a device on your forehead and put the headset on top, the device would trigger and begin sending signals from your brain to the headset. This would be so your character would move how you would move, or if you’re lazy you can do it all by just thinking while you sit back and relax.
There was some speculation about if the signals to and from your brain where dangerous, but after testing, it was approved for sales, and they sold out almost instantly.
There was only a few games available at the time. A racing game where you could physically drive the car, and even crash without being injured. A horror game, where you are locked inside an escape room while monsters try to attack you. And lastly a DnD style game, where you could make your own character and live in this fantasy world, collecting items, doing quests and just living a second life basically.
Due to the technology being so new, the company was working on adding the ability to play online, but they assured people there would be an update that would add it, and that every game had realistic AI NPCs that would ensure a completely perfect experience. And due to the rigorous testing, there was “no way the games could be broken what so ever.”
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Doug was one was the lucky few to get the new headset the day of release. He saved up all the money he could from his nine to five supermarket job. Spending it all on the big bundle which included; The new VR headset, with brain linking device, a sensory suit to feel what the in game character felt, all available games, and instant internet access when the update became available. It all came to about $4500, but to Doug it was a great investment into something he would use regularly.
Doug loved play DnD and was overall a nerdy guy, and the thought of being able to feel like he was inside a game styled like DnD was all Doug could think about.
He finished his shift and went to pick up his package from the local gaming store that he was a regular at, asking the cashier for his parcel, it was huge, with the logo of the headset company on it ‘Mind-Games’. Everyone was jealous, even the staff member, Stephan, who became a friend of Doug and both played DnD together in the store on the weekly DnD nights.
Stephan was in shock at the size of the package, and how Doug was able to afford the headset, “How did you manage to save enough for this? Isn’t it almost $5000?”
Doug laughed, “I just save most of my money now, I had enough to buy it so I thought I might as well, and with that new DnD game, I know I’m gonna enjoy it.”
“Well Damn!” Stephan passed the parcel over to Doug, Doug struggling to hold it, “I guess we’ll miss you on DnD night if you’re gonna be too busy playing it on that.”
“No… of course I’ll still be here every week, I love seeing you guys all the time, and on this thing I can’t even play with anyone until that update… Anyways this is heavy, I’m gonna get it to my car. See ya Thursday” Doug and Stephan said their goodbyes, and Doug took the Headset home.
The ‘Mind-Games’ box sat on Doug’s bed as he started to unbox it, carefully placing everything inside down, not wanting to damage anything. He connected the Headset, Brain link, and suit together, and then wired the headset to his PC, to ensure it wouldn’t turn off and allowed it to update to the latest version. It didn’t take long, since it was new, but it gave Doug time to get ready to play.
Doug, started to strip off, the suit needed the player to be almost naked to get the full effects of the realistic feeling inside the games. Doug took off his uniform, and sat at his PC waiting for the update to finish.
Doug was a typical skinny nerd. He was in his early 20s, still had some spots, pretty much hairless apart from some little hairs on his chin, and had little to no muscle or fat on him. He was short, only 5 foot tall, with bright blue eyes. And he wasn’t packing much, he was only 4 inches hard, and quite thin. Doug was gay, and always liked that most guys where taller and bigger than him, in DnD always choosing to be a smaller character like in real life.
Finally the update finished, the headset, brain link and suit started to light up. Doug put on the tight suit, it was a thin black body suit with white wiring and pads all over it, to ensure that every part of the body could be stimulated. He zipped it up, and looked in the mirror, he looked stupid but it worked, the sensors began adapting and sending little pulses to Doug to see how he would react and to see the best settings for him automatically.
Then Doug placed the brain link on his head, it was a small ring that sat upon your head with a small white disk that pushed against your forehead. It started to link, and Doug felt a little buzz in his head, nothing painful but it was a little noticeable.
And finally the headset was put on. Doug’s vision turned black for a moment, and the headset started to turn on. A logo of ‘Mind-Games’ appeared, then a screen showed to log in or make an account. Doug make a new one, setting his username, as ‘WarriorCub69’ like he did on everything else. Once that was done, another screen popped up, it showed the 3 available games, and Doug instantly clicked on the DnD game, It was called ‘Wyrm Gilde: VR Edition’.
The game started to load, showing the logo, and once Doug clicked in his mind, another screen to make his character popped up. It was very in-depth. You got to choose many different species, body types, marks and tattoos, and even genitals. It took Doug an hour to perfect his character, as once it was set, you couldn’t change it without resetting to the very start again.
Doug chose to be a small furry bear, brown and ginger fur, with a few ‘battle scars’. He had his same blue eyes, but was quite muscular, it made him look huge since his hight was so small, keeping his five foot hight in the game, and piled on as much muscle as he could before it looked abnormal. Editing the model, he added a few piercings, including nipples, a few on the ears, a large nose ring, and a PA on his cock. And his cock he made huge, he tried to start with his real life size, but it didn’t suit his new Warrior-Cub style, so increased it to eight inches long and about 6 inches thick, with a nice flared head, in a human styled penis.
The clothes he chose where basic warrior gear, and then he continued to start the game, confirming his body’s model, he was then placed inside it, he got to get the hand of moving around using his mind, looking at his bear body from the eyes of it, seeing his muzzle move as he moved his head, he felt the hair all over him, and his cock move as he started to walk, it was weird at first, but after some trial and error, he got the hang of moving just like he did in real life. He walked though the trial area, to a door. It prompted him to confirm his name, he thought for a moment, wanting to come up with a good name for a warrior cub, ‘Relenk The Great’… not his best name, but he just wanted to play the game, with a short ‘Rel’ as a nickname.
Opening the door, Rel was greeted with a large open space, rolling fields filled with grass, trees and farmland, all around him. Looking around he was on the outskirts of a village, filled with a few NPC’s one, a larger bear warrior approached Rel. He was about seven feet tall, and much bigger muscle wise to Rel, with a rather large covering over his cock. And his fur was covered in marks and scars from battle.
“So… You’re finally awake?” The bear said in a sharp deep-toned voice. Rel didn’t speak back, he was still adjusting to being in such a realistic world. “So, you don’t speak today Rel? I thought we was good friends.”
Rel thought for a moment, wanting to stick to character, but it was a bit odd doing it with an NPC. “Hello Friend… Sorry I must have been in a deep slumber… What is your name again?”
“It’s all good Rel.” The Bear came in for a hug, Rel felt it as if it was really happening, even kind of smelling the scent of the bear as if he was a real person, “I can’t believe you’ve forgot who I am, we have been through so many amazing fights and you forget me in your slumber? I am Alenk the Mighty, but you my friend can call me Al” The bear shouted and flexed his muscles as the saying of his name. “And It’s time for a quest, don’t you think Rel?”
Rel stood in a bit of aw, bewildered with how realistic the bear was acting, “Yes… YES! I would love a good quest, it might wake me up a bit.”
“That’s the spirit. I’ve heard there is some loot on a beach not far from here, how about we go check it out?” Al smiled waiting for agreement.
“Let’s go!” Rel said with enthusiasm. Al walked ahead, Rel following, as he could get his bearing and see the Village for its glory. It must have been a village of bears, taking inspiration from the character species your chose at the start, and Al being a sort of guide and friend you start off with to help you get use to the games mechanics.
Walking through the village, Rel saw many different people, as well as warrior bears just like him, but in thousands of different shapes and sizes. Bear-folk living their lives as normal everyday people in the medieval setting. Drinking ale from large stein’s, chewing meat with their hands like warriors would. “Are you hungry?” Al said, “We can get something to eat with out fellow Warriors before we head out, or get something to go.”
Rel looked at the men enjoying their time, “Sure, let’s have some Ale, and something to eat on our way.”
Al grabbed Rel by his arm, leading him though the men to the bar area at the back of the small building. “Two of your finest Ale’s please, and some Chickinary Legs to go”. Rel assumed ‘Chickinary’ was a type of large bird those men where eating. “You’re a little quite today Rel, Are you not looking forward to out adventure?”
Rel was a bit taken back by how Al was acting, it seemed too realistic to be an NPC, It was like he knew Rel was still in shock from the realistic world he is now inside of. “I’m fine, It’s just…” Rel didn’t know if it was a good idea to tell the NPC about the real world, “still waking up”
“That sounds normal I guess” The two bears got their ale and chugged it down, Rel felt as if it was really happening, tasting the ale as if he was really drinking it. The bar tender passed the two men two large Chickinary legs and they began their adventure.
They walked down a path in the distance, Rel could see the ocean and a beach, it must be what Al was talking about. Rel chewed on his meat, and again it felt real, and he could taste the delicious flavours, it was the best food he had eaten in a long time, he even felt full after it. And once he finished, the bone *poofed* into a cloud and disappeared, and some starts popped up, “Regeneration”, “Well-Fed”.
“Oh yeah… I forget we need to get you your stats for the adventure. Here I have some Dice. Let’s roll” Before Rel could respond of Al a screen popped up and he could only watch as the dice rolled and Al talked.
“First your strength, you need a good number if you hope to be as good a warrior as me one day…” The dice rolled, “…16 That’s good, and with some good gear and loot we can surly improve that stat.”
Rel felt as his muscles began to tense, and adjust to his new stat, it felt like he was fresh from a workout.
“Now, your dexterity. This will help with being able to dodge attackers… … 11, not terrible, but could be better… … Your Constitution, you’re a warrior, you wanna be able to eat whatever we can find on our journey don’t you?... … 14, that’s good, you’ll be chowing down on all the meat we can find ‘ay Rel… … Intelligence, Well us warrior’s don’t need much of that, but it’s up to the dice… … 5, Damn, that’s worse than mine…”
Rel felt as if his head was aching, his thoughts slowed down, and he felt as if he was in a sort of dumb drunk haze.
“… Next your Wisdom, let’s hope this is a hit, don’t want to be dumb and unable to deduce if something is good or not… … 7, well, you might wanna double check things from now on, you don’t want to accidentally pick up a cursed item… … And lastly, Charisma, Mine is my highest stat, but you already could tell from my handsome face… … 12, not bad kid, it’s not 20 but it’s something.”
The menu closed, and Rel’s stats popped up on screen, in Rel’s vision, He felt slow, and dumb, but in real life, like the in game stats where affecting him for real. He pulled the headset off for a moment, and he returned to normal. He thought it must have been a way to make the game more realistic, and it did feel good being dumb for once. So he put it back on, and the game continued.
“Those are some mighty stats for a Warrior, let’s hope we can get some good gear to strengthen you even more.”
The bear’s walked down the path, onto the beach, there was a chest surrounded by some ghoulish monsters. “HERE!” Al shouted, passing a broken old sword to Rel.
Rel picked it up and a tutorial popped up, explaining how to attack and dodge, he had to do it through moving or thinking his next move, and his stats would determine weather or not it would happen.
He swung the sword a few times and dodged a few attacks. But eventually got hit. The claw of the monster felt real, as if it really cut Rel’s arm. But Al came to the rescue, finishing off the last beast.
“Not bad kid, I can see you still have your warrior skills. Let’s see what treasure these beasts where hiding.” Al walked to the chest waiting for Rel to open it.
Rel walked up holding his arm seeing it bleeding slightly. But opened the chest, and some items popped out. A Chest plate, some metal cuffs, some boots, leggings, and a gold necklace with a blessing enchantment, that healed any de-buff but only worked once.
“That’s some great loot Rel, take it, you deserve it!” Al shouted.
Rel put them all on, his bleeding instantly stopped, and the necklace was turned into a regular golden necklace. He put on his Armor, and his stats shifted a little. He gained some luck a stat that always started at zero, and health. And some experience for his first quest, helping him reach level 2, allowing him to put another point to a stat.
Rel thought for a moment, he wondered what would help him more as a role of a warrior, but with his dumb feeling, he could only want to put it to strength. So, he did, feeling his muscles grow a little, and pulse as he did.
“Oh… it looks like it’s getting dark, we should set up camp here” Al said in a NPC kind of way. The two getting wood for a fire, and Al putting a blanket down for the two to sleep on, way too small for two people.
Al took off his Armor, and only left on his loin cloth that left nothing to the imagination, getting comfy on the blanket, “Are you going to join me?” Al said, “Come on, we’ve spend adventures much closer than this”.
Rel, stripped down to his loin cloth, also leaving nothing to the imagination. He got in cloth to Al, and put his back to Al’s front, his bulge poking directing into Rel’s ass. Al wrapped his arms around Rel, to keep him warm. “We’ve got many more adventures to go on, it’s time to get some rest.” Al said as he started to go to sleep, Rel was in a horny trance, feeling the huge man hug him in such an intimate way. Feeling every part of him. Rel even noticed he could smell Al’s sweat, it was musky and strong, but it was nice. The smell of a real warrior bear. Rel drifted off, forgetting this wasn’t real, and was awoken by an alarm ringing, but not in the game, outside, it was time for work he was playing for so long it was the next morning, and it was time to go to work. Doug pulled the headset off and it automatically saved his progress and got ready for work.
At work, all Doug could think about was playing the game, and being so close to Al, and being Rel. He kept getting hard thinking about how good it would feel to be in his arms again. But then realised he had to keep packing the shelves and serving customers.
Hours passed as he daydreamed and the moment he got home, he suited up and hopped back into the game. He was exactly where he was before he left, in the arms of Al. But the sun was coming up. Rel got up carefully to not awake Al, and attempted to get dressed, unaware Al was watching him the whole time, with a smiling grin, and his loin cloth moved to the side. It exposed his obviously large size, It was mighty thick, as a hint to his name of ‘Alenk the Mighty’, and as long as a horse, with a nice wide pink head. His balls hung low and his nuts where the size of massive coconuts. It was like a monster, but Rel couldn’t take his eyes off it.
“Like what you see?” Al spoke in a flirtatious voice, it cause Rel to blush a little, “It’s ok, I’m the largest in the ‘downstairs department’ compared to most bears, I’m the biggest warrior in the village… In every way. You can look, Most do”.
Rel kept blushing as he got dressed, filled with a little embarrassment. Rel liked Al, but he was just an NPC, even though he acted so, real. Al stood up, readjusting his loincloth and started to dress in his armour, knowing Rel liked the view, he made sure to flex and pose as he dressed himself, occasionally winking and giving a knowing glance at Rel.
“What’s the plan now? What is our next quest?” Rel said, trying to change the subject and stop his dick from hardening under his armour.
“hmmm…” Al hummed, “What do you want to do? We can go back to the village and find more quests there, or go adventuring. We can do what you want” Al smiled in a friendly caring way.
“Let’s…” Rel thought for a moment, wanting to spend more time with Al, “Let’s go on an adventure, let’s go through the fields and see where it leads us”
The two journeyed, for a long while, making their way through the wild vast fields, fighting monsters on the way, they came across a city, it was much larger than the village that Rel spawned in.
“This is the Commune City, they say it’s a city but it’s mostly a place where people come and… well, you’ll soon find out” Al spoke, before cutting himself off. They wandered through for only a moment, then Rel noticed that everyone was completely naked. Looking at the buildings, their was paintings of naked men on every building. Rel looked at Al for answers, “Well… This is a city for guys to be themselves. I’ve been here a few times, Guys come here from all over all with the plan of enjoying each other’s… company. Do you want to hang around or head straight through?”
Rel looked around, he saw so many different types of people, Horses, Wolves, Humans, all just hanging out in the nude. Rel didn’t know what to say, he just looked on for a moment. But noticing his continued horniness, and the dumb state his character was in, Rel thought with his dick. “Let’s stick around for a bit, do you know a place with… the hottest guys?”
Al smiled, “Of course I do!” Al lead Rel to the centre of the city, to a large building covered in murals of guys in kinky gear doing all sorts of sexual things to one another. “This is the place, The best place to get your rocks off. There is a rule though, you have to be naked at all times, is that ok?”
Rel looked at the photos, and the men coming in and out. They where really hot, and the thought of being able to fuck in this VR world, was turning him on a lot. “That’s fine with me”.
The two headed inside, they were greeted with a older wolf, who gave them a ticket and a key to a locker to put away all of their belongings before entering. It was a requirement that all items where placed inside the lockers, everything. Rel and Al undressed, Al continuing to show off his assets to the onlookers in the changing room and to Rel, while Rel undressed and tried his best to keep his dick soft.
Al lead Rel to the door to the main room, inside was like a bar, but had men naked everywhere, some fucking on the sofa’s, some on the bar. Others talking while they had other men on their hands and knees in some kind of glowing purple gear. Rel was amazed, it was just like a real sex club, but this one was so much better, the men where mostly all Rel’s type, making it hard to keep his dick soft.
“So what type of guy do you want? Wanna fuck a regular dude vanilla style? Or want something kinky… like that” Al pointed towards the wolf in the glowing purple gear, at a closer look, the dogs eyes where glowing purple, and he was panting like a real dog, “That’s what we call, cursed gear. Once you put it on, it can only be removed by the person who put it on you. That pup is Domina, his owner has had him in that gear for years. The collar gives -60 points to intelligence and +40 to Lust. But that device around the pups dick controls his orgasms, and prevents him from getting hard. They offer free cursed gear to use while you’re here if you want to try some, I promise I’ll take it of before we leave” Al winks. Rel looked a bit confused, what would happen if he put it on, he thought to himself. But ultimately refused.
“I don’t think I’m ready for that.” Rel smiled, “Do they just have a place to fuck and dump a load? I don’t really wanna chat with people, I just need to cum” Rel laughed, and Al did also.
“Of course, Come with me” Al walked through to a room, it was a small hallway, with 5 men on either side, bound. You couldn’t see their faces, all you could see was their lower half poking through the wall, some held with their legs in the air locked to the wall, others with them held down, still bound to the wall. It was a place men could come in and dump a load anonymously, in any hole they think is hottest.
Al walked to the end, “This is my regular, See my name is still etched into the wall” Al pointed, he calved his whole name into the wooden wall, “This sexy piece of ass, I call it ‘Bitch’, He’s been useful on my adventures, a great way to let off steam, and he takes my big dick like a champ.” Al smacked the ass of the small grey thin wolf. “Choose one that suits you, and fuck it”
Rel looked around, the guys where sexy, at least the parts you could see. He ended up directly next to Al, seeing a sexy horse bound next to Al’s bitch. It’s hole was a perfect black doughnut ring, it’s tail held up and bound to the wall, with a purple glowing ring, it’s cuffs on it’s ankles also glowing purple.
“That’s the bad boy. He was caught fucking Domina, the pup you saw out their, Domina is owned by this place’s owner, and isn’t allowed to be fucked by anyone but his owner. As punishment, this boy has to serve 25 years as a fuck hole. Those rings make him unable to cum unless he’s being fucked and makes him incredibly horny. He’ll beg you to fuck him harder” Al smiled, as he prepped his bitch for fucking, lubing his dick and the bitches ass. Rel watched as Al pushed his massive cock into the hole of the bitch, he screamed at the size as his body adjusted to the feeling of the massive size invading his ass.
Rel turned to his bitch, he lubed up, and started to stroke his dick and play with the bitches hole. He could hear the bitch moaning and begging to be fucked through the wall. So Rel started to push his dick inside. The bitch was loose, but felt amazing.
Rel fucked, and felt as if he was fucking in real life, each part of his dick experiencing the same pleasure inside and outside of the game. The two men moaned and grunted as they fucked their bitches. Rel saw the horses dick getting hard and poking downwards, it held a purple glowing ring on it, obviously preventing stimulation to it, but allowing anal stimulation to bring the bitch to orgasm.
After thirty minutes of rough hard fucking, the bitch blew his load, and moaned with pleasure, his load hitting the floor, all over Rel’s paws. But Rel didn’t stop his fucking, he fucked harder, bringing himself to orgasm in the quivering hole of his bitch. As he did, Al did the same, both men moaning in sync with pleasure as they blew their loads. Rel felt his in game and out of game dicks blowing loads simultaneously, the dick inside the game shooting fat ropes of cum, while his tiny out of game dick blew a little regular load. But it felt like the best orgasm he had ever had.
Al stumbled backwards, his dick causing a popping sound as it came out of the wolf’s puckering hole, his dick dripping in lube and thick white ropes of cum, his cock still pulsating and jittering with pleasure as it started to go soft. Rel pulled his dick out, feeling the hole pucker as he pulled his dick from the horses hole, his load leaking out.
“Now to clean up you have this bitch” Al moved slightly, to show the head of a bear coming out of the wall, a glowing purple collar was wrapped around his neck and his mouth was open for ‘service’. “This bitch is used for cleaning us up.” Al put his dick inside the mouth of the bear, it started to suck and slurp up the lube and cum from Al’s dripping cock. “That collar makes the wearer addicted to sucking cock’s, the dirtier the better. It only get’s to cum after cleaning 100 cocks, making it the perfect hole for us real men to use for clean up.” The bear finished, and Al pulled his dick from it’s mouth, it was still begging to clean more, but Al was finished and semi-hard. “Give it a try”
Rel walked over, putting his dick inside the mouth of the bear, it felt good, but his dick was a little sensitive. After a few moments, Rel’s dick was cleaned, and he pulled it out. As he did the bear began to moan and grunt.
“You must have been the 100th dick he cleaned. You’re such a lucky bear aren’t you.” Al pinched the check of the cub, as he twitched and moaned in pleasure, his dick spurting an orgasm hands free behind the wall. “You want a second round? Or you ready to leave?”
Rel was covered in sweat, and tired, “Well, it’s getting late, is there a hotel nearby?”
Al brought Rel to a hotel a few streets away, it was a simple room, but only a double bed was available, meaning the two had to share. Rel exhaustedly put his gear on the floor, and hopped into bed with only his loincloth on. Al stripped completely naked.
“Come on man, I’ve seen all of you already, you can take that off.” Al pointed to the loincloth.
“Oh… Well, ok. If your ok with that.”
“Of course I am, I’ve seen hundreds of men in the nude, and you’re not bad to look at”
Rel took of his loincloth throwing it into the pile of gear on the floor. Al got into bed with him. And the two sat there for a while, not talking, but awake.
“You know Al…” Rel spoke, “I…” he paused for a moment, “I really like you… like Really. You have been so kind, and understanding, and it’s surprising how real…” Rel cut himself off and then spoke again, “…Surprising how handsome you are”
Al was a bit taken aback, but he spoke again, “And I like you too Rel, You’re a great warrior.” Rel expected a little more, but thought they must be some type of programming thing preventing relationships with NPCs or something.
But, he tried to get around it a little, “Do you… want to cuddle as we sleep?”
“Of course we can Rel, thought you would never ask.” Al wrapped his arms around Rel. Rel felt and smelt all the musky hair of Al, and could feel his huge muscles tense and hold him tight.
Rel tried to speak, “Are you… interested in a relationship?” Rel asked to test the AI of the NPC.
“Well, yes. But it couldn’t be with anyone, I’d need to find someone I really like. But you never know, that guy could be anywhere.” Al winked looking down at the tiny cub trapped in his arms, “But for now, let’s rest, you’ll need your sleep for more adventuring tomorrow.”
Rel fell asleep in the game once again, his reality shifting slightly as he fell asleep that night thinking it was really happening. While his body lay on his bed in the VR headset and suit, now stained with a patch of cum. As the night past, and the morning came, Rel was awoken as Doug in the real world, to his alarm.
Today was Thursday, work, then it was time for DnD with the boys. Doug’s shift happened slowly, the time ticking slower than in the world with Al, but daydreaming about his NPC ‘Friend’ made the time pass quicker. Lunch came, and on his break, Doug looked up reviews of the game, most where positive. Some negative, most saying it was ‘too sexual’ or ‘too much sex and not enough quests’. But in the queer online space, the game was called a masterpiece, it allowed queer people to live in a fantasy world, without judgement.
The rest of his shift passed, and he finally got to head to his DnD session at the gaming store. Stephan greeted him, “Hey mate. How you doing?”
“Pretty good, just sick of work. I had 2 customers complaining about the store moving stuff around again… anyways I’m looking forward to DnD.”
“Typical customers… yeah, I’ve got a good plan for today. How’s the headset coming along? You tried the DnD game on there yet?”
Doug thought for a moment to last night, not wanting to share what he had been up too, “Yeah, it’s been good. I’ve only got a few quests in so far, I’ll play some more when I get home.”
“Nice. I’ve been reading the reviews and stuff, people are saying it’s full of gay sex and shit like that. Is that why you’ve been taking so long getting the quests done?” Stephan laughs making fun of Doug.
Doug gets a little flustered, thinking about what he had been doing, and how he feels about Al. “I…” Doug stutters. “I didn’t even know that was in the game” Doug lies, and it’s obvious.
“You have haven’t you!” Stephan laughs, “Wait until I tell the guys about this.”
Doug’s face is bright red, the embarrassment is obvious. But instead of fighting back or saying he didn’t, he runs out of the store, past the guys coming in to play DnD, and drives home. Crying to himself, in embarrassment.
At home, he see’s the suit, with a stain of cum on the crotch and the headset lit up, paused on the screen of Al’s furry chest. The thought of being there brings joy to Doug, he just wanted to be with his friend Al.
He stripped and put the suit on and placed the headset on his head. He unpaused the game, and nuzzled into Al’s chest, feeling his musky hair on his face. Rel felt safe here, Safe with his big bear protector. The sun was coming up, and Al did a big stretch as he woke up, and held Rel tighter.
“Morning Rel… Sleep well?” Al said in a tired morning voice. Rel just held Al tighter. “Rel? Are you ok?”
Rel just started to cry, sobbing as he held Al tighter. “It’s just… I…” Rel couldn’t find the words.
“It’s okay buddy… Come here” Al held Rel tight, and comforted him.
“my friends they…” Rel cut himself off, not wanting to say more, “I just… had a bad dream, and you… make me feel better.”
“Rel… It’s ok… I’m here for you, there’s no need to worry” The two lay holding one another for a long time, until Rel calms down, Al comforting and talking to him as they lay.
“Ok… Thank you Al… I… feel better now.” Rel wipes the tears from his face and wiggles his body up the bed so his face is in line with Al’s, and gives him a little kiss on the cheek. “Thanks for being here for me”.
“It’s… okay…” Al was a little shocked but enjoyed kiss. Al gave him one back, and pulled him closer. “We don’t have to do any quests today, we can relax, or walk around the town”, Al said to comfort Rel.
“No… I want to go on a quest, It will get my mind off things” Rel smiles as he nuzzles into Al’s neck.
“It feels nice… you hugging me. It feels good knowing how close we’re becoming” Al speaks with sincerity. Rel forgot this wasn’t real, and Al was an NPC, but he didn’t care, Al cared for him and it felt so real.
“Let’s get dressed. Let’s just walk until we find something interesting.” Rel says, standing up and starting to get ready. Al watching with a kinky grin on his face, as if he is enjoying the view of the naked Rel. “Come on, It’s time to adventure.”
Al stands, walking over to Rel with only his loincloth on. He stands over him, his tall frame, all Rel can see. He leans down and catches Rel’s lips in a entrancing kiss. The moment only lasted a few seconds, but to Rel it was lasting forever. Al pulled away but still close to Rel, “And that… is for being so honest with me… When you asked if I would want a relationship, I knew I did. But I didn’t know who with… and now… I know” Al went back in for a kiss. He picked up Rel as if he was as light as a feather and held in in a close embrace lips not leaving one another.
They kissed and hugged, until Al pulled off Rel’s loincloth, and carried Rel to the bed, putting him down carefully still kissing him, “Do you want to learn why they call me ‘Alenk the Mighty’?”. Al put’s his finger on Rel’s hole, and the suit made Doug’s hole feel it. And mentally the feeling of rough calloused fingers where rubbing up and down his hole. “You’re tight… you think you can handle me?” Rel smiled, looking up and the big bear holding him.
“I’d… want to try” Rel whimpered into Al’s ear. Al spat on his finger and pushed it inside. Al could feel something as if he was being fucked by the finger, but in reality it was all mental.
“That’s it Rel… just relax, enjoy the feeling… I need you nice and loose for what’s to come…” Al played with Rel’s hole, letting the feelings overcome him. Occasionally kissing him and always holding him close. Rel moaned, the sensations overwhelming him and he felt Al play with his hole and hit his prostate. “I think you’re ready.”
Al stood up, adjusting Rel to the edge of the bed. Rel holding his leg’s in place, giving Al perfect access to his hole. “Just relax, I’ll go slow” Al quietly said in a deep sexy voice. He spat in his hand and covered his dick in it, and put his head against the hole of Rel.
Rel pushed inside, his head so big it was enough to make most tap out instantly. Rel sat and took it with ease, the suit making him feel like he was being stretched out by the big cock head. “That’s it, my heads in… you want me to continue?”
Rel moaned a “Yes”, and Al continued, pushing his long veiny cock deeper and deeper, it pushed past Rel’s prostate, and Rel moaned louder. He felt his prostate tingle and shoot pleasure through his whole body. Eventually Al was completely balls deep inside Rel’s tight virgin bear hole.
“I’m in… all the way.” Al leaned forwards, his cock still inside. Kissing Rel and holding him close, while positioning correctly to begin fucking him. He started to pull out slow, and back in, pistoning his hips rhythmically, to ensure Rel was having a good time, and his cock would hit the prostate perfectly. “There you go, just enjoy the feeling, and let me do the work” Al moaned in Rel’s ear.
Al fucked Rel for a few minutes, then picked him up and carried him while his cock was deep inside Rel. Holding him and kissing him as he moaned through the fucking. “I’m gonna fuck you in so many different ways… and you’ll be begging for me to cum in you.” Al grew a little more dominant, but still caring.
The two fucked for hours, in every position you could think. Eventually, they ended up with Al on top of Rel on the bed. Rel’s speed picked up, and a rhythmic *plop… plop…plop* could be heard echoing around the room, and Rel’s hole loosened and accepted Al’s cock easier. Al’s cock now covered in juices from Rel’s ass, and his own pre-cum. “I’m getting close Rel… But first I need to make you cum” Al picked up the pace, the sound of the fucking grew louder, and the pleasure built up more and more.
Rel moaned in pleasure as his body was spasming with pleasure, his bear cock rubbing against the fabric of the bed, and he was getting close to orgasm. Al continued, and Rel started to orgasm, his cock spurting a large load on the bed, but Al didn’t stop or slow down. Then Al started to orgasm, his fucking getting harder and more dominant. He held Rel down to the bed, and grunted like an animal as his cock pulsated and shot load after load inside the loose hole. Rel was experiencing too much pleasure to care, he just want to have Al inside him and close to him.
After minutes of blissful orgasm Al relaxed, and laid on top of Rel, his cock still deep inside. “Not bad hu?” Al laughed, hugging Rel and kissing him. Al fucked a little more, to ensure his load was deep inside Rel, as they kissed, and Al’s cock softened. He pulled it out, and before Rel could move, Al started to eat his load out of Rel.
The pleasure returned as the large rough bear tongue started to do circles around his hole, “Go on, push out my load, this is my favourite part.” Rel pushed, feeling his guts push out Al’s load perfectly. “Delicious… now, it’s only fair you help me clean up” Al pointed to his dick, covered in juices and cum. Rel didn’t think, he dropped to his knees and started to suck Al’s soft wet cock. Al put a hand on the back of his head, letting his cock go all the way in. And Rel cleaned of Al perfectly.
The two embraced in a kiss, tasting one another as they did.
“Now… Still wanna go on that adventure?” Al asked.
“With you? I’d go anywhere.”
Continue with Part 2 (Mind Games: Glitched)
The Covenant Part 1: the Law
In the summer of 2030, there was no law. There was an invitation.
On all screens simultaneously, in all languages, a message appeared from the new World Council for Bodily Autonomy.
RESOLUTION 7 - THE COVENANT
All men who identify as homosexual and are 20 years or older are invited to sign up for the Voluntary Covenant of Chastity. Registration is mandatory, participation is 100% voluntary.
Everyone skimmed over it twice. Registration mandatory, participation voluntary? How so?
The Explanation
My name is Julian, I am 22 and live in Utrecht. I didn't receive the letter by post on my 20th birthday, but in my DigiD app. A small silver envelope.
The explanation at the city hall in Geldermalsen was matter-of-fact. A woman from the Covenant, a lesbian herself, explained it to a room with about thirty boys.
"You don't have to do anything," she said. "The mandatory notification exists only so that we can personally explain to you what it is, and what it is not. After that, you may say no and go home. Your answer will not be recorded. There is no punishment."
So what was it?
A worldwide network of Covenant Houses. If you said yes, you received a one-year program. A lightweight, modern lock made of medical titanium, designed to be worn safely and invisibly under clothing. You chose a key holder yourself. Your partner, your best friend, your brother, or an independent counselor from the Covenant.
The goal, the brochure stated, was not to suppress lust. The goal was to take the pressure off.
"For straight men, chastity is often a break from the hunt," the woman said. "For gay men, we see something different in our research. Living for years in a world that says you are too much, or too little. Or too flamboyant, or not gay enough. Dating apps that filter only by body. The feeling that you always have to be 'on'. The Covenant gives you a year in which your sexuality is there, but you no longer have to make decisions. Your mind becomes yours."
The Queue
I had resolved to say no. My friends did too. We went as a joke, so we could complain about it later.
In line for the conversation at the City Hall Square stood Milan, 34, whom I knew from the gym. He had been wearing the small silver circle on his keychain, the symbol of a participant, for a year.
People asked him: "Why are you doing this? Aren't you free?"
He said: "Precisely for that reason. I have been free to do anything for 15 years. I wanted to be free for once so I wouldn't have to prove anything. My boyfriend has the key. We have never talked as much as we have this year."
Inside, I was allowed to choose. A tablet with two buttons. GREEN and GRAY.
GREEN = I want to know more and am entering into a conversation to participate.
GRAY = I have heard the explanation, I am not participating.
Thank you.
No names attached. The woman didn't even look.
In front of me, a boy my age chose GREEN. His hands were trembling. Behind me, someone chose GRAY and walked out of the room immediately, relieved.
I sat there for a long time. I thought about Grindr, about the endless scroll, about the feeling that I had to score after every date to prove that I mattered.
I pressed GREEN.
A Year Later
Now it is 2032. My year is over.
It wasn't a magical year. It didn't make me saintly. I missed, I longed, I was sometimes bummed. But the lock did what they had promised: it removed the noise.
My key holder was my best friend Stijn. He is straight. At first, he found it terrifying. "What if I do something wrong?" Later he said: "I only understand now how much space this took up in your head."
Last week I had my lock removed at the Covenant House in Arnhem. It took two minutes. The counselor asked: "Do you want to renew?"
I said: "No. Not for now."
He nodded and gave me a small silver circle to attach to my coat. Not as proof that I had worn it. But as proof that I was allowed to choose.
Outside, a new group of boys, just 20, were waiting for their mandatory reporting. Some laughing, some serious. A boy looked at me and asked softly: "Is it worth it?"
I said what Milan had said to me back then:
"It is not for everyone. But you get your own head back for a year. That is voluntary enough."
And I walked home, to a world where no one had to report what he was anymore, but everyone was allowed to report what he wanted to keep.