I Want Them To Spitroast Me By Suction Cupping A Dildo To The Wall And Fucking Me Onto It By Thrusting

I want them to spitroast me by suction cupping a dildo to the wall and fucking me onto it by thrusting into my face. They tangle their fingers in my hair and jerk themselves off with my mouth and throat, "good boy, nice and sloppy like I like" they grunt as drool drips from my lips and dangling in long swaying tendrils. They alternate slamming me back on the thick cock and pulling me towards them in a dizzying rhythm, I feel my ass stretch around the shaft, the friction making my stomach tighten with building pleasure and my cock throb. Nothing feels as good at looking up at their face, seeing how much pleasure they get from using me like this. I'm such a lucky boy to be their toy.

Bekka's Doomed

Bekka knew she wasn’t going to last much longer. Her stare had already become fixed and vacant several times now, the conditioning video on the screen getting harder and harder to resist as the massaging vibrator thrummed against her clit just hard enough to keep her arousal at a rolling boil. She could feel drool dripping from her slack lips, and she knew that it was becoming increasingly difficult even to think at all–more and more, she just wanted to stop worrying and become like the blank, obedient slavegirls on the screen in front of her. And that was… that was bad, she reminded herself as forcefully as she could.

That wasn’t saying much. The pleasure drowned out everything else, making her stiff pink nipples tingle and throb in sympathetic arousal and even turning the scratch of the ropes against her skin into an erotic experience. Bekka’s increasingly foggy brain struggled to think of anything besides the buzz between her legs and the decadent parade of sexual degradation that accompanied Rick’s warm, soothing voice… but the more she watched women sucking cocks, licking cunts, offering up their ass and pussy to men and women alike, the harder it was to keep the insidious images out of her mind. She’d long ago forgotten that she wasn’t supposed to be looking at the screen at all.

Because Rick’s voice was… it made everything sound so enticing, didn’t it? Everything from watching the screen and soaking in all the lewd and submissive behavior she saw to grinding her cunt as hard as she could on the could on the buzzing knob nestled between her slick labia. When Bekka first woke up, confused by the muzzy sensation in her head and still trying to recall exactly when she’d gone from admiring the pretty geode he kept on a shelf in his living room to sitting bound naked to a chair in front of his computer with a vibrator between her legs, she’d tried to keep her eyes shut tight so she couldn’t see any of the lascivious images on the screen–but his voice had lulled her into drowsy trance, and before she knew it her eyelids were fluttering open and she let herself stare. And after that, she was lost.

And she wouldn’t be found again, she knew. Bekka didn’t have any real social engagements for the next few days; it was a four-day weekend for her, as she’d foolishly mentioned to Rick back at the restaurant before he somehow seduced her into coming back to his place, and she hadn’t really scheduled anything beyond the Friday night date and a brunch date with her friends that was little better than a ‘maybe’. Rick could take his time brainwashing her… and she knew with a grim certainty that four days of this would leave her so blissfully obedient that she would happily come trotting back to him as often as needed to reinforce her programming. Her thoughts, her personality, even her memory would be his to shape and mold… and Bekka was dully horrified to discover that the thought only made her cum even harder now.

Bekka’s head drooped forward, forcing her to watch the screen through fluttering eyelids and exhausting herself further with the effort of keeping her eyes open. She was certain it wouldn’t be long now… but she didn’t realize it was already far, far too late for her.

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You’re tied to a bench and gagged and being slowly fucked by a sex machine as several tall alien creatures surround you to watch. Then one of them turns the knob on the machine to make it go a little faster, making you moan and wiggle.

“As you can see, this particular human quite enjoys our machine. One similar to a machine on earth except I’ve brandished it with genitalia more shaped like ours. I’ve tested a few different shapes but this human seems to prefer ours.”

“You abducted it, correct?”

“Yes.”

“Have you administered the aphrodisiac? It seems… panicked?”

“I haven’t yet. I was observing its raw reactions to our particular genital shape. But we can administer some now. If you would just remove its gag.”

A large hand reached around your head and unbuckled the strap, lifting the gag from your face. You moaned and begged.

“P-please… no more… I c-can’t take anymore.” You begged as the machine continued to pump into your abused hole.

“Is it okay?” You heard one ask.

“Yes. It’s just been having orgasms for a few hours. It’s very sensitive is all. But after the aphrodisiac is administered it should calm down a bit more.“

The tall creature brought a tentacle shaped tube to your mouth and slipped it slowly down the back of your throat. You gagged a little then tasted a sugary liquid and couldn’t stop yourself from swallowing a couple mouthful, and then the tube was taken away.

“It shouldn’t take long before we see the effects. It will start to struggle a bit more but that’s just because it’s getting eager to climax.”

“It doesn’t need a break?”

“It does occasionally. But with this one I’m testing its boundaries.”

After a few more seconds you started panting and pulling at your restraints.

“It’s turning a bit red. I heard that means they’re sick.”

“That’s the aphrodisiac. It’s getting flustered. If you look at its vital signs you’ll see its heart rate is increasing and its arousal at the same rate. Here.” The creature handed another alien dildo to their friend. “Touch the tip of this to its lips.”

As the dildo reached your lips your tongue acted on its own and poked out of your mouth to lick the toy. Your mouth opened wider and you saw the one holding it look up to the experimenter for permission and they nodded. The toy was slowly pushed into your mouth and you eagerly sucked it down until you couldn’t anymore.

The experimenter turned the machine knob and watched as it fucked into you faster and your body writhed and arched and you moaned around the toy. Your moans got louder and longer and you felt another orgasm approaching. You noticed an “X-ray” cross section of your hole on a screen and saw it tightening.

“Interesting…”

“Isn’t it?”

“Is it going to climax soon? I’ve never seen a human orgasm.”

“It should in a few seconds.”

And they were right. You soon came and couldn’t help how your body jerked and twitched. The moans from your mouth were muffled by the alien toy. It was removed slowly, your saliva dripping from it.

“… m-more. Please…”

“Fascinating how easily the aphrodisiac can change its mind. Will you keep this one? It’s not as frightened or hostile as some other humans we’ve abducted.”

“I might have to. It’s a wonderful test subject.”

Part 2

I can't stop thinking about throat training a cute little puppy. Keeping them under my desk all trussed up in a too-small bikini, vibrator tied between their shaking thighs, head strapped to the underside of my desk with nowhere to go. Stroking the side of their cheek as they whine and pant and drool at my crotch, huffing and nuzzling at the fabric of my underwear like they're trying to wear a hole in it till I step back and lazily take them off.

Giving my cock a few languid, lazy strokes to make them press their thighs together as they watch their favorite thing in the whole world get hard and massive. Stepping forward to rest the weight of it on their pretty face and give them a chance to worship my balls before I have a seat and slide forward in one fluid motion, hilting my pretty cock all the way down their desperate throat. Their body wages an internal war between choking and cumming on the spot, and as their brain cells leak out from their needy cunt, deciding on both. Watching them gag and twitch as they gaze adoringly at me, every second choosing the fullness of my cock over air itself.

Watching their precious eyes flutter closed before I pull back, cock followed by a perfect, sparkling string of drool that stays hanging from trembling lips as they fade back to consciousness and look up at me with nothing but need for more.

"Goooood, good job sweetheart, you took even longer that time. My sweet needy thing. Let's go again, don't forget to use your tongue, darling 💕"

Holding a vibe to a puppyboy’s swollen tcock while holding him to my chest in my lap by his neck, laying hickeys and bites across his shoulders while watching him squirm and cry about not being able to go any longer. Turning up the speed and forcing his cunt to prove him wrong once again when I hear him start to whimper like a bitch in heat from cumming for the umpteenth time.

“Aww, you came again darling. Such a good boy.. Why should I stop hmm? Look at how much your mind is emptying out of your pretty cunt for me. Oh? You’re gonna make a mess for me again just from a few words? Dumb mutt, you just can’t stop cumming can you?”

A Toy for a Toy

The toy pulsed and throbbed between Emily’s coral pink labia, buzzing away in time to the patterns on the screen. She let out a tiny whimper of desperate, helpless ecstasy and stuck her tongue out further, the exhausted muscle quivering with the sustained effort of holding the ahegao expression for so long without rest. But she couldn’t stop. Not when the waves of overwhelming pleasure between her pale thighs kept hitting her over and over again, not when she kept coming so close to the orgasm she craved so badly. She knew she would drool all over her tits for as long as it took to get that perfect, irresistible climax. Because she was being remotely controlled.

She could still remember–faintly–the time before her complete and total surrender to the buzz between her legs. Back then, Emily’s Bluetooth-enabled vibrator was just another one of the sex toys in her collection, a fun little diversion but not yet an inescapable obsession. She used it for her live cam sessions, offering men the chance to control it for a small additional fee… well, small by the standards of what they could probably pay, she figured. Emily knew her worth and her value, a statement that felt bitterly ironic as she vacantly humped the thrumming toy inside her pussy and gave away what she’d once charged for. She couldn’t help wanting Master to see her like this. She couldn’t resist showing him that his conditioning had worked.

Not that she even realized she was being conditioned right away. Her Master had started slowly, subtly, paying extra to take control of the buzz and finding ways to use it on her that made Emily’s cunt astonishingly wet. It got to the point where she actively looked forward to his arrival in the chatroom, and although she never gave him anything for free–that was the last limit he eroded, remaining intact long after every other bit of self-will inside her had crumbled around it–she was happy to follow his other suggestions to make the cam session a little more interesting. Sticking her tongue out while she humped the thrumming toy, crossing her eyes, letting herself look vacuous and dumb and consumed with pleasure. That kind of thing. It didn’t even seem dangerous, more like a game.

And it did increase her subscriber count. Emily had never been more popular than in those days when she would mindlessly hump her vibrator, giving her fans that expression of vacant ahegao bliss while she came and came to the special rhythm of pleasure that only Master seemed to know. He sent her links in the private chat, links to videos he’d created himself that he wanted her to watch while she showed off her body to the men, and she felt an extra hard throb of ecstasy when she complied that Emily barely even realized was a real sensation and not just the submissive joy of obedience. Once she started watching the videos during her cam sessions, it was probably already too late. But she didn’t know that yet.

She found out, though. She found out the day she got a text message on her personal cell phone, the one Emily thought she never gave any client the number to, saying, ‘You should really get online and do a session.’ Emily at first planned to leave them hanging, just to teach them a lesson about who told her what to do with her body… but then she glanced over at the toy. She imagined it buzzing away between her legs, giving her so much pleasure, promising timeless and eternal ecstasy if only she obeyed, and her resolve began to melt. That was the beginning of the end of Emily’s journey into submission, or so she thought; now, though, so deeply in her Master’s power that even her orgasms were under his control, she knew that there was always a little bit further to descend.

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