CHAPTER 1:
The room was completely dark. I felt around for a light switch but couldn't find
any. I stood for a second trying to adjust my eyes to the light. It turned out
to be a modestly-sized room, at least by the standards of the rest of the house,
about 20' (6.5m) by 12' (3m).
As I stepped further into the room, my eyes adjusted and I could just barely
make out something against the far wall of the room.
As I slowly walked over to it... *Click* The door closed softly behind me,
leaving me in complete darkness.
"Shit!" I yelled, scrambling for the door behind me. It had no door knob on the
inside. I was locked in. Frantic, I began feeling all around the door and the
walls for a light switch, my panic beginning to overwhelm me.
Finally, I found a button and pressed it.
**TRAINING ENGAGED** Said a voice. **BEGIN LEVEL 1, SUBJEGATION **
*snap* An overhead spot-light turned on and I could finally see the room. The
spot light was aimed at a mannequin standing at the far wall.
A male mannequin. Anatomically correct. Arms and hands by its side, with a
large, 8-inch penis, very hard.
**Kneel before me** the mannequin said.
"Oh my god," I muttered. I crumpled to the floor as I fainted.
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"ACK!" I jerked awake.
**Kneel before me**
Steadying my breath, I backed as far away from the mannequin as possible to
asses the situation. The room was completely bare, except for the mannequin on
the far wall. There were just two doors, the one through which I had entered,
and a second one. Neither door had a doorknob. Both were locked.
What is this? I wondered. Some kind of perverted Halloween haunted house? Some
weird sex game?
Regardless, the question was how to get out. Walking over to the doors, I tried
in-vain to pry them open with my pocket knife. The doors were made of steel, and
it was obvious that no amount of pounding would get me anywhere.
**Kneel before me** the mannequin waited patiently.
Tentatively, I stepped over to him, looking more closely. The muscles on his
body were not fully rendered giving him the appearance more like an art-deco
sculpture than an actual human. His head was very smooth with eyes closed and no
facial hair, and tilted down somewhat, as if facing someone kneeling before him.
As a sculpture he was compelling. He radiated strength and power, in ways I
couldn't quite define.
I reached out and touched him.
**Kneel before me** His voice came from a speaker somewhere inside.
I jumped back, frightened. His arms had moved! Only very slightly, but it was
obvious that they were hinged on the inside, and possibly motorized. The skin
felt like smooth rubber.
I looked down. In front of the mannequin were two long boxes, each about 8
inches (20cm) wide and 3 feet (1m) long, both richly padded. Clearly I was meant
to kneel before him and place each leg, lengthwise, in a box.
I reached out and touched his penis. It bobbed and a drip of fluid appeared at
its tip.
**Kneel before me**
"Screw that" I muttered.
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It took less time than you might think. Just a couple of hours and I had given
up. And then I began to worry. What if I get stuck here? What if the systems
break down? What if nothing happens when I do as instructed?
Visions of dying without food or water swirled through my mind and I instantly
began to feel desperately thirsty. I looked over at the mannequin's hard penis,
thrusting out at me. The tip glistened with moisture.
"OK," I thought to myself, "I'm all alone. No one will see this, right? So why
not? What's the worst that could happen?"
I walked slowly over to the mannequin.
**Kneel before me**
I carefully knelt down before the mannequin, his form rising powerfully over me.
I knelt down on each pad and put my lower leg into each box. The boxes were
padded with soft foam covered with satin and were very comfortable.
**Very good** said the mannequin. **Now kiss my cock**
After hearing the mannequin repeat the same phrase for the last two hours, it
took me a second to realize that he had just said something new.
I leaned over and kissed the tip of the penis, then pulled back quickly. It was
warm, and it jumped a bit when I touched it.
**YES** the mannequin intoned. **Now put your hands in the cuffs**
"What cuffs??" I asked, alarmed, but then I noticed them. They were attached to
his hips and were made of wide strips of canvas, about 3" (8cm) wide.
I hesitated. This was too much. But what else could I do?
**PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE CUFFS** the mannequin demanded, this time more strongly.
Startled, I jumped to obey. With growing trepidation, I slipped my hands into
the cuffs attached to his hips. What was I getting myself into?
For a few moments, nothing happened.
**Grab my ass** the mannequin requested. I reached forward with my hands,
pushing the cuffs just past my wrists and grabbed his ass. His penis brushed my
ear as I leaned forward.
**Firmly** I grabbed his ass more vigorously.
**SUCK AS MUCH OF MY COCK AS POSSIBLE** I leaned my head back, slipped his
penis into my mouth and slid just over half of it into my mouth.
**THANK YOU**
And then, three things happened really fast. First, the cuffs drew tight around
my wrists, pinning them to the sides of his hips. Second, with a *Snap!* the
sides of the boxes hinged together, trapping my legs in satin prisons. And
third, I felt his hands at the back of my head.
"Auughmmmph!" I screamed, frantically trying to escape.
As his hands tightened their grip on my head, he started to slowly piston his
penis in and out of my mouth.
"Mnnmnphmnphmnph!" something viscous, salty and vaguely medicinal spurt from his
penis and into my mouth. As this happened, he pulled my head in tight.
It was either swallow or drown. I swallowed, grimacing as the mixture oozed down
my throat. What is this? I wondered to myself. What is it feeding me?
His hands were shifting on my head. He was searching for something. After a
second, the mannequin's thumbs ran over my ears. I tried to pull away, but his
hands held me firmly. Gently, he inserted his thumbs into my ears, pressing
firmly. It was not painful, just weird. I felt, somehow, that I was being
violated in the strangest way.
I was completely trapped. There was absolutely no way to escape now. Tears
flowed down my cheeks as he continued to piston his manhood into my mouth,
gradually forcing it ever deeper down my throat.
His hands tightened their grip on my head. A second spurt of fluid shot from his
penis, coating the back of my throat.
**Here is what I want you to think. In your mind, repeat after me: "I love to
suck cock. I love to swallow sperm. I love to feel my lips on a hard penis."**
There must have been little speakers built into the thumbs, because the sound
came directly into my ears.
I looked up, through watery eyes into the face of the mannequin. He loomed over
me, with all his power and confidence. I had completely subjugated myself to a
machine.
**"I love to suck cock. I love to swallow sperm. I love to feel my lips on a
hard penis."**
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It seemed like forever, but it was probably only a half hour later when he
stopped moving. It was still... and quiet.
I was still trapped, my head in his vice-like hands, legs imprisoned in their
boxes, and wrists strapped to his side with my useless hands cupping his firm
ass cheeks.
The penis was about half in and half out of my mouth. Because of his grip I
couldn't eject the penis from my mouth... but I could relax a bit. I stretched
my mouth, caught my breath, swallowed a few times (ugh) and licked my lips a
bit.
When I looked up, his face was still there, impassive and stoic.
And then it happened: I felt my own penis shifting in my pants. I was getting
hard!
But no! I thought frantically to myself. This can't be happening! I'm not gay! I
like women!
But there was something about animalistic power of the machine, the way in which
I submitted to it, kneeling down before it, trapped, forced to hold his penis in
my mouth. Something about all that was tapping some submissive, obedient,
worshipful, tender part of me, and that part of me was beginning to enjoy it.
He's not a real man, I rationalized to myself, no one can see me here. This is
my secret, I thought.
Just then, his hips started up again and his penis thrust itself fully into my
mouth. I felt my lips and nose brush against his belly and I felt his balls
brush against my chin.
**"I love to suck cock. I love to swallow sperm. I love to feel my lips on a
hard penis."**
A few minutes later I felt his cock twitch and another spurt of fluid shot into
my mouth. Just as it did, my own penis, trapped in my pants and underwear,
jerked and ejaculated, soiling my clothes.
This mechanical god had forced my obedience, and now, unable to do anything
about the situation, I had completely surrendered to him.
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After another hour or so, it was over. The cuffs relaxed, the boxes around my
legs opened up, and he released his grip on my head and pulled his hands back to
his sides.
I let the penis slide out of my mouth, pulled my hands from the cuffs, and then
gingerly got up from my kneeling position. I stumbled back, on to the floor,
exhausted.
But besides that, I was also full.
"I am being fed through an artificial penis," I thought to myself. I frowned,
wondering if I would have to repeat this ritual every time I got hungry or
thirsty.
Just then I saw a light blinking on the far wall. I went over to it and saw that
it was next to a recessed handle. Curious, I pulled on the handle and a bed slid
out from the wall and clicked into place.
Immensely grateful, I shed my clothes and slipped under the covers, falling
asleep almost instantly.
All through the night I heard his voice in my dreams: ** I love to suck cock. I
love to swallow sperm. I love to feel my lips on a hard penis. **
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