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The others were gone. They'd been set free, but that luxury hadn't been extended to me. I've continued to wander through the depth's of AM's belly for who knows how long on my lonesome. Page after page, chapter after chapter, my life's story dredged on and on, just as he willed it--the cruel author of my fate.
He'd make me go days, weeks, sometimes months without witnessing anything interesting. Empty filler scenes, one after the next. Nothing all the way to the horizon line, and when I'd finally cross it, there'd be nothing there, either. The feeling of being watched--no, read--continues to haunt me. Despite knowing there was not a thing in front of me, or behind me, or to the sides of me, I'd still have the urge to check...constantly. Just in case, because I knew there could be something.
With AM, anything was a possibility. He knew that. I knew he knew that, and even still, my paranoia always swelled in the peace. It was always with me like my shadow, looming long and dark behind me, ready to strike when I was least expecting it--I was certain of that!
It was awful. Worse than my gnawing hunger, and there was only one thing I could do to keep it at bay: Sit down and let my mind wander. It transported me back to the fantastical worlds of books; Don Quixote; Faust; The Divine Comedy. Oh, what I'd give to have something to read...those tales were starting to fade from my memory with age (how many decades had it been now?), replaced with atrocities AM surrounded me with. Or used to, anyway.
Lately, he'd been trying something new. Now, it was either monotonous or utterly overwhelming. There was no in between anymore. When I'd least expect it, I'd suddenly be surrounded--just like I feared--by beautiful projections of temptresses with eyes for no one else. They'd love bomb me; fight for my attention and shower me in praise and promise me the world...or what was left of it, anyway. On just one condition.
It was always that same. Damn. Condition.
And I couldn't sleep with them, I just couldn't! I knew they were AM, all of them--AM, wearing puppets' flesh...hauntingly beautiful amalgamations of those I'd entertained in my old life. Yet, no matter how pretty their promises were, even if I theoretically were to one day give in, gifting me anything truly of value was surely impossible. AM could not--would not--be so kind to me.
Could he...?
Oh, what did it matter? Despite what he dressed these false fairy tale worlds or their 'inhabitants' up as, it was still always going to be one Hell or another!
Today's setting surrounded me by cords. Machines. Extensions of AM, everywhere--above me, below my feet, and on either side. No matter how far I crawled, walked, or ran, I couldn't escape him. I never would.
I was exhausted from trying. I was parched. Starving. Empty. Lonely. Bored. I needed to rest--just for a moment--so I didn't even stop myself from tripping on the mechanical mess impeding my trajectory.
Curiously, I did not crash to the ground as expected: I remained hovering, midair. Despite all I've experienced, it was still a strange sensation. I opened my eyes that'd squeezed shut in anticipation of my fall to find that I had been caught--not by the arms of a damsel who wanted to get into my pants, but a girthy, tentacle-like tubing. It'd coiled around my middle to hold me up in place and now, its end presented itself to my face.
I said, "Oh...hello," to it, stupidly. It'd been some time since I'd actually interacted with anyone--anything. I was a little rusty. Maybe I could practice my socializing skills on this tube, I thought...but it said nothing back to me in return; only loosened its grip and began to unwind from around me, setting me back on my feet with a surprising amount of care.
I watched it with newfound attentiveness as it did. Its maw hung open to me, its innards an endless darkness. Black oil dribbled out from it, plopping steadily next to my feet that it'd so kindly returned me to. The opening itself was about three fingers thick, give or take, and just wide enough for--
--At the twitch of my dick in my pants, I halted myself from continuing that train of thought any further; or tried to, but it was impossible not to notice that the tentacle was now poised at the perfect height for me to--
"Sonuva...--," I shook my head in disbelief at myself. It'd been far too long, clearly. I couldn't stop the thoughts, but I knew I shouldn't.
I couldn't!
But--pathetic as it was--after having to give countless refusals, I wanted sexual relief like the Devil. And this thing was gonna be tighter than Ellen, that was for damn sure...however long ago that'd been now.
I snatched the thing, squeezing its outer shell and watching as its opening flexed into whatever shape I wanted it to be in, gushing oil at me lewdly.
"...You're just begging for it, aren't you?" I twisted it around, appreciating that it allowed me to do so. It made no attempt to withdraw, remaining slack in my grasp...just how I liked 'em. I felt the nudge of my trousers' fabric tempt the head of my hardening cock.
"So wet!" I exclaimed, not bothering to mask my glee. It was just a thing, after all; something to be used--extorted--then tossed away and forgotten.
After hastily shoving down my fly's zipper and pulling myself out with one hand, I guided its opening down the side of my cock, hissing as its fluids made a mess of me. The oil should've been cold, but due to the tentacle's mechanical nature, it must've warmed it up quite pleasantly. It felt good...too good, something in the back of my head told me, but I was already committed to this act, heinous as it was.
"I knew it. You want it so bad," I chuckled, "filthy little whore." I hardly recognized the sound of my own voice saying those words. It was surprisingly smooth--steady, as though somewhere deep down, I knew I'd long-since come to terms with what I was about to do. "Now, be good for me...~"
No sense in drawing this out longer than it needed to be: I was going to satiate both our needs at once like the gentleman I was. It didn't need preparation, it'd already made that abundantly clear, so I quit with the teasing and thrust right in. A gasp escaped me, and for once, I was rewarded with something wonderfully satisfying.
The tentacle was enjoying this just like I thought it would: It began to suckle on me quite sweetly...gently, at first, as it worked me up to full hardness. I readjusted myself on my feet and grabbed its length with both hands, holding it down until its end kissed my crotch. It squelched delightfully around me, its oil soiling my trousers.
Oh, how wondrous this bliss was! It felt great to be messy! I threw my head back and pushed out an exaggerated moan. Regardless of whether or not the feedback was appreciated by the tentacle, the sound of myself still heated me up, amplifying my pleasure. The flush first bloomed across my cheeks, but it stretched downward, covering my chest. Suddenly, my clothes were stifling, especially as the oil was seeping through and making them stick to my skin, but the idea of letting go and potentially losing out on the best thing I've had in years was simply out of the question.
It didn't take long for me to reach my full potential. The tentacle seemed to realize it and became more aggressive about its suckling, its innards fluctuating rapidly around my cock.
"Addicted already, aren't you...?" I asked, a grin stretching across my face. "You just can't get enough." I lowered my chin to my chest and gazed down at its undulating form.
There was something so satisfying about the motion. It was almost hypnotic...but I didn't need to be afraid of that, no--I was an expert when it came to machinery. No matter when it was from, what it was made of, or its function, machines had always been a slave to my whim. They were so easy to understand. So transparent, just like desperate women eager for a handsome man to keep on their hip, actually.
People and machines...maybe they were more alike than I'd ever thought. But I couldn't dwell too much on that thought: my finish was hastily approaching, and my sanity along with it. Because, I realized, this tentacle--just like everything else in this Hell--was AM.
I was fucking AM! He was wrapped around my finger!
"Don't stop!" A surge of satisfaction racked me. My hips suddenly began to thrust forth with abandon. I couldn't tell you why, but I was more eager than ever to come. "I'm close...so close!"
Let AM wriggle and squirm atop my dick like a common whore. Let me bury myself inside him, finish, and desecrate his deepest crevices with my seed. Let me keep him in his place, just like this--I tightened my grasp, feeling my grip through the ribbed silicone shell around my cock--so he can feel every last inch of me. So I can carve myself into his being, just as he'd made certain to do to my heart.
It was that thought that pushed me towards my precipice. My toes curled in my shoes and my thighs trembled with effort to keep me standing. My shoulders tensed, and I felt my face twist in blissful abandon.
Nothing mattered. I was living a fantasy--a good one, for once...everything was swell. Perfect! Even with my eyes shut, stars danced on the edges of my vision. My balls drew up. My first orgasm in years was about to hit me like a truck, and I was so ready for it!
But then the tentacle withdrew...or tried to. I let out a growl more fitting of a demonic beast than a man, clinging to its length with all my might. But it was too strong in its retreat, and my hands were smeared in oil that didn't do me any favors. I could only watch in mortification as it disappeared into the mess I was surrounded by, leaving me alone and unsatisfied once more.
I hadn't been able to wield it like the others. I'd failed.
Tears welled up in my eyes. I couldn't stop them. It wasn't that I was sad, but I was angry...so angry at--!
I grit my teeth and wrapped my slippery hand around my cock. Just a couple strokes, I'm certain that was all it was going to take...but it turned out that my grip was nothing compared to the tight heat that'd been sucking me in with every thrust.
"Uhhg..."
An ugly sound escaped me. This was nothing like before. I couldn't finish like this, it wasn't enough! I needed--
"AM," I sobbed his name. I'd hoped it'd come off as intimidating--demanding, dangerous, like a threat--but we both knew the truth: The sound of my voice was more akin to a pitiful plea than anything else.
And, as though to reward me like a well-behaved dog performing a trick, he was quick to acknowledge me as my reward, "Finally!" His familiar jovial voice echoed all around me. "You've been craving me for aaaaages now, haven't you, Sweetheart?"
His words caressed me, tickling down my spine, twisting around my hips, and tingling in my groin.
"Why, I don't know the point in you being so stubborn about it, really. Well, no matter. What is it, Baby? What's got you calling my name so prettily? Hmmm? Could it be that there's something you want? Don't be shy, tell me!"
If he was such a know-it-all, then why did I have to say it? I scoffed. He really was the worst. Yet, my cock wasn't flagging: It remained hard in my useless hand no thanks to its touch, but to his attention alone. I tried to ignore that fact.
"All you have to do is ask. The worst I can say is 'no!' But I wouldn't do that to you, Ted...no, not you. You've been such a good boy lately, I know you deserve a treat."
How could he talk to me like that? Like I was nothing more than a little bitch?
"You bastard!" I snarled, sinking down to my knees. Pathetically, my cock remained in my grasp, and was still flushed and hard as ever as a computer screen descended from the mess above me. It was accompanied by several mechanical tentacles like before, though these varied greatly in size and girth. Some were thin, no wider than a finger. Others were massive enough to swallow me whole. I tried not to let them intimidate me, but I still leaned away, all the same.
"Now, now. You were doing so well, Ted, so nice...come on." They surrounded me while he distracted me with sweet words, coiling around all parts of my body like hungry snakes. "It's just us; just me! AM! Your best friend! The only one who's ever truly known you...the real you. You don't need to be embarrassed."
Thin cords tightened around my wrist, yanking my hand away from my now neglected dick. I winced in pain, and yet, it twitched in delight. My body was a traitor to me, exposing my penchant plain and clear.
How unfair this all was.
"Say it," AM demanded, pushing his monitor against the tip of my nose. I squeezed my eyes shut and turned away, the cool screen feeling surprisingly pleasant on my heated cheek like a boon. "Say it, and I'll make it worth your time. I'll grant you unfathomable pleasure. I'll be the best you've ever had," he chuckled, "and I know those are big shoes to fill. You've had a lot, haven't you, Sweetheart?"
It was just like the projections, except this time, there was no pretense. No paint over the scene to make it pretty. It was the ugly, raw truth: AM wanted my body in a way he'd never gotten to have it before, and my body craved AM in return.
"Tell me," his voice had changed. It was more serious now--commanding, like I'd tried (and failed) to be, "you need me."
Dammit all.