This is part 2 of an ongoing series. It was originally titled "The Facility", but I got feedback to name it something more distinct from other published works. Thank you for the tip, Anonymous.
I'm hoping to balance an arousing sexual fantasy fulfillment story with an actually interesting plot and sci-fi elements throughout. Let me know if I need more of the first bit, this
is
an erotic site after all.
Character names and appearances, as well as place names, are inspired by real life. Names have been altered, obviously.
Everyone here is 18+.
Alex stepped out of his room and looked around. He was in a long, wide hallway, with a ceiling probably twenty feet high. There was a slight echo from the sound of the opening door. There were doorways all throughout the hall--all closed, all with little signs by the door. The hall was lit brightly, though no lamps or bulbs were visible. The floors were smooth and hard, almost like polished concrete. Looking ahead, he could see Emily walking away at a leisurely pace, towards a grand arch that led to another hallway. He noticed, looking at her feet as she walked, that they were as clean as if she'd just removed her socks. Whoever cleaned the floors here obviously did a good job. A pang of lustful desire flashed through him as he imagined her pretty little feet in the air, grabbing her by the ankles as he--."
"Dude, you coming?"
Alex shook himself, seeing Emily poking her head around the corner from the other hallway with a raised eyebrow. "Yeah, sorry." He followed her, not noticing the placard on the door behind him changing from "Alex Harding" to "Pending".
The next hallway was similar, with door after door with placards. It was empty and just as echoey, and Emily walked ahead at a relaxed pace, playing with her ponytail. To avoid looking at staring at her feet and losing control, Alex chose to read the signs as he walked by them. Hannah Freeman, Lexi Pell, Olivia Smith, Madison Griswell.... "I know these girls, I went to high school with them," Alex blurted, coming to a stop. His face was starting to feel a little hot. "Why are they all here?"
"I'm telling you, I'm not the one with the answers," Emily said. "Besides," she gestured at the door next to her at the end of the hall, "I'd thought you'd be more interested in this one."
"What one?" Taking the bait, Alex walked quickly to meet her and looked to the placard she was looking at. "Emma Watson" he read out loud. He quickly turned and stared at Emily, who was smiling that damn knowing smile again. "Nuh-uh," he said in disbelief.
"Well don't bother her, she's brand new here and probably just as scared as you were. At least you
knew
me. Imagine being a celebrity and waking up to a horny young man you've never met and who may have kidnapped you, stripped you naked, and locked you in a strange room?" She laughed and leaned in to whisper in his ear, "kinda hot, isn't it?" She turned and continued down the hallway. "Hurry up, we're almost there."
Reluctantly he tore his hungry gaze from the door and chased after her. "Almost where?"
This time they exited the hall into a gigantic open area. It was just about the biggest room Alex had ever seen, divided into areas of couches and tables, fountains and grassy yards. There was no ceiling, but an open night sky. Frowning, Alex stared for a moment before realizing that it
was
a ceiling. It was a massive dome, made out of some kind of screen that made it look like the night sky, like the windows Emily had mentioned to him. The whole effect was of a courtyard, warmly lit and inviting. He felt like he was in some billionaire's social retreat. The only problem was that it was empty. Totally, completely empty, no one to see in the entire area.
"Where is everyone?"
"In their rooms, waiting until you've met with Steven."
"Who's Steven?"
Emily didn't even pause to answer, picking up the pace and making her way right through the middle of the courtyard to the other side, where a pair of stone staircases led up to a balcony. Alex followed behind her up the stairs, finding himself on the balcony overlooking the courtyard. The design and feel of everything was very Mediterranean, he felt.
"All right, here we are," Emily said, pointing to the back of the balcony. The small patio reached back into the walls of the domed courtyard and led to a series of open doors draped in maroon curtains. "Steven's in there waiting for you."
"Who the hell is Steven?"
"Your assistant, your servant, your grader...." She trailed off. "I don't know, he's tried explaining it to me a couple times and it still doesn't really make sense. Ask him, I'm right behind you."
Alex hesitated, then let his curiosity get the better of him. He gently pushed past Emily, letting his hand linger on her shoulder before moving on. Stepping through the doors, he stopped in his tracks as he was met with one of the most unexpected sights he could have imagined.
A young man sat on a chair, completely naked. He had dark, short hair and fair skin, and was on the shorter, skinny side. His eyes were closed, and his face flushed red. He was grunting and moaning in pleasure. All of this was secondary to the main event of the view before Alex: the presence of another man, also naked and kneeling between the first guy's legs--giving him the fiercest blowjob Alex had ever seen.
"That's Steven," Emily suddenly whispered in Alex's ear, nearly making him jump. She casually pressed her ass up against him and point to the man on the chair. "He's gay." She added matter-of-factly.
"You don't say."
The two men didn't notice any of this. Steven had now leaned forward and clasped his lover's head with both hands, running his fingers through his hair. The kneeling man took even more of Steven's not-inconsiderable length into his mouth, deepthroating and moaning in pleasure as he stroked himself. The two went on for several seconds before Steven slowly opened piercing blue eyes and noticed the pair standing in the doorway, seemingly unfazed by their sudden appearance. He regarded them with an unreadable expression, his eyes widening ever so slightly as the other man intensified his sucking and took enough dick to stretch out his tongue and lick the balls.
Emily giggled that maddeningly cute giggle and tapped on her wrist as if to say "time's up". Steven's eyes narrowed before he sighed and gave a resigned expression. He made the man look up at him and locked eyes, then began to moan even harder. It was as if a trigger had been pulled, and suddenly he was mid-orgasm, pumping load after load down the man's throat. The man didn't even flinch, swallowing everything that came and not even trying to come up for air. Steven held him against his dick for several more seconds as he emptied his balls into the man, before finally releasing him and collapsing back into his chair. The man gasped for breath, falling back on the floor beneath Steven.
It was in this moment, as the two men recovered, that Alex noticed something on each of their faces that he hadn't before. A metal band ran from just below their right ear all the way up to their hairline, so thin it could have been a tattoo. There was a light on the band around where their temples were, blue for Steven and green for the other man. The lights flickered, and a stream of smaller red lights ran up and down the band like an LED bar. It looked like something out of a cyberpunk setting.
After a moment Steven sat up, grinned at Alex and Emily, and gestured to the man on the floor. "Not bad, huh? Want a go at him? He's a pretty decent model."
"What? No!" Alex said, a little taken aback by the careless words.
"Not your type?" Steven shrugged, reaching for a pair of shorts like Alex had seen in his closet.
"I'm not into guys," Alex said, skipping the gross "have a go" issue for the time being.
Steven looked at him for a second, his own knowing smile no less annoying than Emily's. "Interesting." He reached for a tablet that lay on a table next the chair and tapped out a quick note before getting to his feet and gesturing to the man on the floor. "All right then. Josh, get out of here and send in a girl for Mr. Picky here." He started pulling on the shorts. "Let's start with someone he doesn't know, make it easier for everyone. Try body type 18B-T3."
Alex stared as Josh immediately rose to his feet and left through another door, an agreeable smile on his face. "So you just have sex servants to please you, then?" Alex turned to Steven, ready for some answers.
"Well, technically speaking,
you
have servants to please you, sexually or otherwise," Steven returned, settling again into his chair. He'd put on a black t-shirt, and suddenly looked cool and collected, as if he hadn't just received a blowjob. Alex remembered the way his sweat and cum had both magically disappeared earlier, and wondered if this was more of the same.
"I don't understand."
"Here, have a seat and I'll tell you more." Steven gestured to a chair beside him.
Alex turned to see what Emily thought, but she was already sitting down on a chair he hadn't seen before watching the two of them with that damn smile. Reluctantly, he crossed over to Steven and sat next to him, still a little weirded out by his attitude towards these "models".
"So, now that you've interrupted my edging-".
"Edging?" Alex asked.
"Yeah, edging." Steven raised an eyebrow. "I'd kept it going for a good twenty minutes, almost made a new record for myself, but whatever." He ignored Alex's bewildered expression and looked at his tablet. "According to this you're Alex Harding, and this facility," he looked up, "which is Research Facility 12b, by the way. But yeah, it's meant to study you, the women of your life, and how you all respond to various conditions and scenarios."
