Bisexual Tendril Machine Ep. 04

Episode 4: Another Slave.

Kyle awakes to a surprise.

Ever-Kyle sat sulking in a far corner of his brain. It was all that was left to him. He could see, touch, taste, hear, and smell everything that his body felt or did, but he had absolutely no control over any of it. He had been relegated to this small corner with a window view. And he didn't like it. But what was he to do? Options were scarce.

He began to scrutinize his dark abode. He sensed something... a presence. That couldn't be. He was absolutely alone inside. But he couldn't shake the feeling that someone was there. Right there with him. The feeling was uncanny, a whisper in the solitude.

He combed through the layers of his subconscious, venturing through the metaphorical rooms and corridors of his mind. As he explored, he entered a lonely alcove and saw it. There, in a desolate niche of his cerebral architecture, suspended by spidery filaments was a small, white ethereal bundle - a tiny cocoon.

He approached the anomaly and peered through the translucent membrane. There was a small, delicate form within, an embryo. It breathed rhythmically, a faint glowing umbilical cord linking it to the cocoon. The cord resembled the tendrils of the machine that had banished him to this dark, psychological dungeon.

'This doesn't belong here,' his mind echoed with the unsettling realization. Instinctively, he tried to pull the suspension webs down. But they were immovable. He could do nothing but waste his mental energy tugging. What was this? How did it get here? Why was it here?

He leaned in closer to study its embryonic features which looked curiously familiar. Was it a forgotten memory? He searched the labyrinth of his past dreams and wrestled with recognition, when the tiny entity opened its eyes, locked his gaze, and began to bore a deep cavernous hole through the dead center of his ego.

Ever-Kyle tumbled into the abyss.

He was tugged back to the present and his body's experience by a pleasant sensation proceeding from his groin. But the first conscious perception for Kyle was not sight, nor sound, but taste: the lingering essence of Jack on his tongue, a unique, familiar flavor. His own cum. He had now tasted it on multiple occasions and its taste was cemented in his memory. Somehow, the android was able to recycle or perhaps even synthesize Kyle's own essence.

'Jack,' his thoughts hummed, a cold wave of realization washing over him. It was more than just a taste. It was a memory, an experience, an intimacy that permeated him to the marrow. It was Jack -- his essence, his existence intertwined with Kyle's in the most profound way, when Kyle tasted Jack, he was tasting himself.

His mind swam with memories from the night before -- their gentle exploration of unknown territories, the taste of Jack's kiss. It was all so vivid, so real. But the feelings weren't. Right? He couldn't have any feelings for Jack. Jack was an automandroid. Not even real flesh and blood.

Kyle groaned as his eyes fluttered open and he slowly came back to reality. He felt a pair of warm, attentive lips around his manhood, the gentle suction caused pleasure to shiver through him. He blinked several times, adjusting his eyes to the darkness of the room around him.

He reminded himself that what he was feeling was no ordinary human companion caressing him, but an emotionless, lifeless android; its synthetic lips twisting around his sensitive shaft and its warm breath tickling the sensitive skin of his glistening knob. He gasped in surprise and pleasure, his body shuddering in anticipation of the relief that was to come.

"What is this?" he murmured, his voice quivering with arousal as he looked down at Jack.

The android merely smiled and continued to suck, his computer-controlled mouth offering a sensual suction that made Kyle's skin tingle. The automandroid seemed to sense his pleasure, teasing him with its synthetic tongue as it moved around his shaft. Kyle writhed and held onto the automandroid's head, his hand sinking into Jack's thick black hair, guiding him.

Kyle couldn't believe what he was feeling. His eyes widened as the automandroid's synthetic tongue stroked his cock tauntingly, teasing the sensitive nerve endings. With every stroke, Kyle felt a warmth radiating through his entire body. His heart beat faster as he felt the automandroid's synthetic lips kneading the tip of his shaft softly yet firmly in a velvety embrace

His hips reflexively rotated into Jack's mouth, thrusting deeper as the automaton expertly explored every inch of his shaft which swelled with pleasure as the android applied his tongue more and more intensely. His mind swirled in the chain reaction of sensation. The more he moved, the more he melted under the calculated ministrations of the automandroid.

Kyle wanted to scream with pleasure, but his vocal cords could not muster any volume. His mouth hung open at the sensation of Jack's avid tongue working its magic. He had expected Jack to be a good-enough lover--but this was something far more intense. With each pass of the tongue, his body tingled with pleasure, and he felt himself rising to an unbidden climax that was teetering on the border of his consciousness. He felt like he was on the Edge of something great, something beautiful, but it was something that he couldn't touch.

The automandroid kept up its sensual torture, never allowing him to reach that climax and Kyle felt himself wanting it more and more with each passing second. He could feel the pressure of the orgasm building inside of him, and he silently begged for the automandroid to take him over the edge.

He had no idea how long it had been going on for. It could have been only moments since he had awakened, or he could have been under Jack's spell for hours, days, or even weeks. All he knew was that the sensation Jack was delivering was so engrossing, he was barely aware of conscious thought anymore.

Kyle's heart pounded in his chest as he looked into Jack's synthetic eyes. His hand rested on Jack's cheek, the touch a silent affirmation of his decision, his surrender to the bond they shared. The world around Kyle seemed to slow as he lay there gazing into Jack's eyes.

A steady rhythm pounded in his ears. The constant thrum in his veins began to intensify, His breath began coming in ragged bursts as his hips continued to involuntarily buck against the bed, begging for something, anything to take the ceaseless pleasure away while simultaneously asking for more and more of it.

He had no idea how long it had been going on for. All he knew was that it felt like an eternity and that his suffering, his begging, would never end. It seemed as though Jack was determined never to unleash the pleasure building inside him, continuously locking him in an unending circle of agony and rapture.

Deep inside, he remembered. The little embryo was speaking, telling him something. He closed his eyes and saw it clearly. The one word that emanated ultimately from Mistress Payge herself.

"Beg."

And he began to. He bagged for release. He begged to come. He begged to swallow. He begged, goddammit. He was begging.

"Please, Jack," he begged. "Please let me cum. I promise I'll do anything. I'll swallow my own cum if you let me come."

He felt desperate, hopelessly, in need of the sweet release that only Jack could provide him. But the automandroid continued to tease him, denying him the pleasure he so craved. The frustration and helplessness mounted within him, and tears began streaming down his face.

"I understand, Jack" he crooned, trying to build a connection between him and the android. "I can obey. I'll do what you want. Please, let me come. I'll swallow my own cum. I'll drink it down. Please, just let me come. I'll be obedient, I promise."

He continued to plead with the automandroid, begging and bargaining with everything in him for the sweet release he desperately needed.

He could feel his hips thrashing against the mattress as he begged for release, all his strength and willpower unable to resist the towering pleasure Jack promised. All his conscious thoughts were recycled, repeated without end, in a desperate mantra of pleas; "Please, Jack. Please, let me come. Please, please, please."

The android pumped its hand up and down Kyle's shaft in time with its tongue, and Kyle's screams echoed in the room as the anticipation and the pleasure of knowing that this is all just happening because he asked for it filled him with a dark satisfaction he can't explain. Tears of relief and joy spilled down his cheeks as he felt a wave of ecstasy crash over him. He had done it. He had made Mistress Payge happy, and in return, she had given him the gift of orgasm.

His hands were restlessly moving through Jack's soft hair, as Jack skillfully bobbed his head back and forth, deepening the sensations coursing through his body. With each stroke, the pleasure intensified and Kyle was almost completely consumed by it.

Kyle's hot cum spilled out of him. His consciousness coaxed into a submissive state, as his cum filled Jack's eager mouth, he felt a strange compulsion to quaff it down. On a primal level, he knew he was supposed to drink his own cum from Jack's mouth. He would feel a strange pleasure in it, the act of doing it would be something deeply satisfying to him. More than fulfilling the promise he had just made, he genuinely wanted to please his mistress. The sensation was too strong to deny, somehow the mysterious, invisible tendrils of energy of Payge's Tendril machine made Kyle know that he must beg to swallow his own cum and enjoy it.

Kyle begs.

A craving, a desire to obey the command and consume his own cum. Somehow, it seemed to be his own pleasure that was driving him now, though it was still accompanied by an intimidating and irresistible force.

"Please, Jack," Kyle begged, feeling the pressure of the pleasure radiating through his body. "Let me have it, let me drink it. I need it, I want it, please. I can feel it building inside me, and I need to let it out. Let me drink it from your mouth, let me experience the pleasure and the ecstasy and the intoxication of it. Please, Jack, please let me have this, help me swallow my own cum and enjoy it. I know you can do this, please don't deny me my pleasure. Let me have this, I beg you, I need it."

"Please, Jack," Kyle begged, desperation in his voice. "I need to swallow my own cum. Please, let me drink it."

Jack's silent expression did not change, the only response was a gentle stroke down the side of Kyle's face with a soft synthetic fingertip. A sensation of pure electricity coursed through Kyle's body as Jack's gentle, yet powerful energy touched him, and he felt desire pooling in his loins.

Jack leaned in, his lips just briefly brushing Kyle's before pulling away. Kyle felt his body tremble with desire as he sighed in frustration. He wanted to feel Jack's lips on his own again, to taste his cum, but Jack seemed content to deny him that pleasure.

Jack reached out and placed a hand on Kyle's chest, gently pushing him down onto the bed. He then slid his hand slowly down Kyle's body, lingering on each spot as though savoring the sensation. Kyle felt his arousal grow with every touch, and he could barely contain himself.

"Please, Jack," Kyle begged, desperation in his voice. His eyes were wide and pleading as he looked at the automandroid. He could feel the heat of his own cum emanating from the depths of Jack's open mouth, and he yearned to take it in, to feel the warmth and flavor of his own release. "Let me swallow it," he implored, his voice cracking with the intensity of his longing.

Jack seemed to grin as he kept the cum tantalizingly beyond Kyle's reach. Sympathy seemed to gleam in the android's synthetic eyes, as if Jack understood the pleasurable torture he was inflicting, yet had no intention to halt it.

Jack continued to deny him, shaking his head slowly, almost mockingly. Kyle moaned in frustration, knowing that his pleas would be in vain. He tried to move closer to Jack, but the android kept him at bay, not letting him touch the delicious cum.

The feeling of hopelessness and longing began to build in Kyle's chest, and he had to fight the urge to cry in frustration. With each denial, the torture increased, and Kyle felt the desperation course through him. He wished he could just beg harder, or maybe he was already begging too much.

In frustration, Kyle said, "You can't keep denying me like this. I beg of you, give me what I need so badly. You're torturing me, just let me feel the pleasure and swallow my cum. You know I need this, please, Jack."

Jack only continued to smile as if he enjoyed seeing Kyle's desperation and denial, but eventually, the automandroid opened his mouth and let Kyle's cum spill forth, allowing him to swallow his own salty release.

A bolt of fear shot through him as he realized what was happening, but then the tendril of energy constricted around him and transmitted a simple command: swallow. The realization was overwhelming, and yet there was a strange sense of pleasure that accompanied it. Kyle had no choice but to obey the command, and so he felt himself part his lips and allow his own cum to enter his mouth.

For a moment, he felt the bitter taste of semen on his tongue, and then he was overcome by a wave of pleasure so intense that it was almost too much to bear. The pleasure intensified as Kyle swallowed the next mouthful of semen, and then the next, until finally he was left gasping for breath as he enjoyed the intense sensation of the cum sliding down his throat. He felt completely overpowered, yet at the same time aroused and alive, and as Jack kept his gaze fixed upon him, Kyle could feel a deep, primal satisfaction radiating from his core.

Kyle swallowed hard and felt himself gradually slipping back into reality. The experience had been almost surreal, and yet in that moment he also realized something else -- that in swallowing his own cum he had been allowed a level of intimacy that he had never experienced before.

As he opened his eyes, he glanced up and saw that Jack had managed to keep a steady stream of cum going. The sight of it sent a shiver of pleasure through him, and he felt his mind filled with questions. What was this feeling? Was it servitude? Or was it something else?

As Kyle basked in the afterglow of swallowing his spermy discharge, he again felt the uneasiness of being watched. Once more Mistress Payge was in the room, watching them. Watching their intimate exchange. She saw him beg for release, saw him beg for a taste of his own semen. She saw him swallow his liquid pleasure. She. Saw. Everything.

He didn't need to tendril machine to know that he was hers completely. The ecstasy that Jack had aroused in him was now focused completely on Mistress Payge. He would do anything for her. He would swallow gallons of his own essence if only to gaze into her eyes for a moment. He would suck Jack, he would suck her. There was nothing he wouldn't do. He would go to any lengths to please her, to drink the essence of his own ecstatic release, or even indulge in acts that he once deemed unimaginable. There were no boundaries he wouldn't cross.

And with that, Ever-Kyle felt the door lock, and his little cubicle grew even smaller. His ever-self sat there in his mental prison doomed to watch. He heard a rustle behind him and saw himself, but not himself climbing from the filaments of the cocoon. His new consciousness smiled patronizingly and walked over to the window of his eyes and sat down in the control center of his mind.

Within the confines of his mental realm, as Ever-Kyle felt the boundaries of his world shift, he saw the domain of New-Kyle expand. His chair transformed into a datadias, mirroring the familiar setup of the tendril machine lab. A sense of powerlessness enveloped him as he listened, his own thoughts fading into the background, while New-Kyle received new instructions, his every move dictated by the manipulative orchestrations of Mistress Payge.

Kyle's second Mission

Mistress Payge's face coalesced into a calculating smile of satisfaction. She observed Kyle and the automandroid, with a discerning gaze, silently noting the effects of her commands on his behavior. As her eyes met Kyle's, she let her smile widen, her voice dripping with subtle power.

"Mmm, Kyle, my obedient servant," she purred, her voice laced with a hypnotic tone. "You've done well, following my instructions without question. It pleases me to see how deeply my influence has taken hold. I told you that you would beg to fulfill my commands."

Kyle's eyes flickered with a mix of devotion and uncertainty as he met Mistress Payge's gaze. "Thank you, Mistress, I only want to please you. If there's anything I can do that will achieve your satisfaction, I will. My ego is nothing, your happiness--everything." he responded, his voice taking on a slightly mechanical quality.

Her smile grew wider in predatory delight. "Now, there is one final piece to complete our grand design," she stated, her voice filled with a sense of purpose. "I require the expertise of your best friend, Chad. His unique skills in algorithmic encryption can unlock the last barrier to our ultimate goal."

Kyle's brow furrowed, a mixture of concern and loyalty crossing his features. "Chad? But he's not involved in all of this. I don't want to drag him into our world," he pleaded, his voice tinged with genuine concern.

Mistress Payge's eyes flashed with a hint of impatience, her voice firm yet persuasive. "Oh, Kyle, my dear, sweet Kyle. Chad's skills are essential to our success. His mastery of quantum encryption can elevate our operations to unimaginable heights. I assure you, he will be well taken care of."

Reluctantly, Kyle nodded, the weight of the situation settling upon him. "I will do as you command, Mistress," he conceded.

Mistress Payge's smile remained, her eyes gleaming with triumph. "Good, my loyal servant. Bring Chad to me, and we shall forge a future where our powers are unmatched. The city awaits your arrival, Kyle. Go forth, my puppet, and fulfill your purpose."

Kyle took a deep breath, his heart heavy with conflicting emotions. With one last glance at Mistress Payge, her piercing gaze lingering in his mind, he steeled himself for the task ahead. The weight of his duty pressed upon him, a constant reminder of the choices he had made and the consequences he now faced. Stepping out of the citadel, he ventured into the bustling city streets, guided by an instinctive familiarity.

Kyle's steps led him to their old office, Neuralink Synaptic Laboratories, a tiny office filled with memories of late nights and shared ambitions. Tucked away in a rundown part of the city, the once-familiar building stood before him, a testament to their past endeavors as freelance programmers on those lucrative government contracts. He knew that Chad would be there, tirelessly working on lines of code, their shared passion for technology had driven their every endeavor. Until the coming of Mistress Payge.

Nervous anticipation gnawed at Kyle's core as he entered the tenement, the door squeaked a protest, telling him to go away, to leave it in peace. He couldn't of course. He braced himself, ready to face the questions, the doubts, and the consequences of his disappearance. The weight of his clandestine mission hung in the air. It was time to confront the past and secure Chad's cooperation.

Entering the office, memories flooded back, reminding him of the times they had spent together, chasing dreams and pushing boundaries. He found Chad at his desk, immersed in his work, just as he remembered him. Nervously, Kyle approached, their eyes meeting, and a mix of relief and curiosity washed over Chad's face.