feeding tubes?
OK, enough thinking about impossible things and probing the interior structures of my mind, I'm ready to interact with my limited number of other humans again.
I put the blindfold back on, and told the door to open for me. It did. I tenatatively wandered toward where the loveseat should be.
"Hey, it's just me, Chris went back to work."
"Hey."
"Oh, you can take your blindfold off," Tate reminded me.
"How did you know I'm wearing it?"
"The bedroom door won't open for you if you're not wearing it, just in case Chris is out here. It also won't open for you if the suite's main door is already open. And, the suite's main door won't open unless you're in the bedroom with the door closed."
"You guys think of everything, huh," I claimed, as I took off the blindfold and located Tate. He was sitting cross legged on the floor.
"What do you do while waiting around for me?" I asked him.
"Not much I can do. Can't have any entertainment in here. But you weren't gone that long. Do you want to sit together on the sofa?"
"Sure." I moved around it to sit down, Tate joined me and grabbed my hand, of course. He's a hand addict.
I confessed to him, "I should probably just wipe my mind. I've been drafted into the Time Wars, it's probably the only way out. Then I can start a new and different life."
Tate squeezed my hand and burrowed into my side. "If that's what you decide, we'll support you, before, during, and after."
We sat together quietly.
Tate spoke first, "I was surprised when you said you were allowed to swallow. I mean, while we were having sex. That was cool."
"Yeah, it was cool. I'm not sure you guys can make enough semen to keep me alive for a year, though, heh."
Tate reached up to kiss my cheek, "Well, we both just started taking those pills that bulk up your cum production, just in case that helps."
"Really! That's hilarious. Like you two are going to use your cocks as my feeding tubes."
"Exactly! Whenever you're ready for another meal, let me know." With that, he started playing with one of my nipples. Somehow I feel guilty about having all this sex with two "strangers" while my entire life is so fucked up. If any of this is real.
"Tate, do you consent to having sex with me, or is Chris paying you to have sex with me, or both?" I asked in a halfway demanding tone.
He twisted my nipple harder, hurting it a bit, "You are so sassy again. Of course I consent, you'd know that if you had all your memories. I usually don't have sex with the clients, I'm more of a friendly guide for them, mainly because they're always blindfolded and that's disorienting for them. But I like you," and he kissed me on the cheek again.
"OK."
We were quiet for a while. His attention to my nipple was exhilarating, and I could watch him doing it. I put my arm around him, pulling him in closer.
"How much does it bulk up your cum production?"
"I'm gonna let you find that out the hard way, hungry man," he said, as he vigorously pushed me off the sofa, turned me around, onto my knees, and offered himself to me. How could I say no? I'm hungry in all the ways.
I put the blindfold back on, and told the door to open for me. It did. I tenatatively wandered toward where the loveseat should be.
"Hey, it's just me, Chris went back to work."
"Hey."
"Oh, you can take your blindfold off," Tate reminded me.
"How did you know I'm wearing it?"
"The bedroom door won't open for you if you're not wearing it, just in case Chris is out here. It also won't open for you if the suite's main door is already open. And, the suite's main door won't open unless you're in the bedroom with the door closed."
"You guys think of everything, huh," I claimed, as I took off the blindfold and located Tate. He was sitting cross legged on the floor.
"What do you do while waiting around for me?" I asked him.
"Not much I can do. Can't have any entertainment in here. But you weren't gone that long. Do you want to sit together on the sofa?"
"Sure." I moved around it to sit down, Tate joined me and grabbed my hand, of course. He's a hand addict.
I confessed to him, "I should probably just wipe my mind. I've been drafted into the Time Wars, it's probably the only way out. Then I can start a new and different life."
Tate squeezed my hand and burrowed into my side. "If that's what you decide, we'll support you, before, during, and after."
We sat together quietly.
Tate spoke first, "I was surprised when you said you were allowed to swallow. I mean, while we were having sex. That was cool."
"Yeah, it was cool. I'm not sure you guys can make enough semen to keep me alive for a year, though, heh."
Tate reached up to kiss my cheek, "Well, we both just started taking those pills that bulk up your cum production, just in case that helps."
"Really! That's hilarious. Like you two are going to use your cocks as my feeding tubes."
"Exactly! Whenever you're ready for another meal, let me know." With that, he started playing with one of my nipples. Somehow I feel guilty about having all this sex with two "strangers" while my entire life is so fucked up. If any of this is real.
"Tate, do you consent to having sex with me, or is Chris paying you to have sex with me, or both?" I asked in a halfway demanding tone.
He twisted my nipple harder, hurting it a bit, "You are so sassy again. Of course I consent, you'd know that if you had all your memories. I usually don't have sex with the clients, I'm more of a friendly guide for them, mainly because they're always blindfolded and that's disorienting for them. But I like you," and he kissed me on the cheek again.
"OK."
We were quiet for a while. His attention to my nipple was exhilarating, and I could watch him doing it. I put my arm around him, pulling him in closer.
"How much does it bulk up your cum production?"
"I'm gonna let you find that out the hard way, hungry man," he said, as he vigorously pushed me off the sofa, turned me around, onto my knees, and offered himself to me. How could I say no? I'm hungry in all the ways.