Beyond VR (M/M)

[Bound Down]

Hi everyone. Here is a one off story for a concept I've been thinking about recently.


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Carson stood blindfolded and naked in a room he’d never seen hoping that all the effort was worth the hype. He had taken a month off in between jobs and spent his whole signing bonus on spending 31 days in the latest virtual reality fad.

Beyond VR allegedly used “brainwave” technology to immerse the users better than any other VR system to date. Reviews claimed that they could not tell the difference between their system and real life for touch, taste, smell, sound, and sight. Once in, one could stay the length of their stay in the VR world, their system somehow taking care of your biological needs, but no user ever figured out how.

“You may now remove your blindfold and drop it in any direction,” spoke a gender-neutral voice.

Carson obliged and his stomach lurched as he felt himself falling through the floor. Not falling? Floating. He floated in what looked like outer space. Marveling at how he could feel like he was floating while standing in a room, Carson pulled his feet into his chest and didn’t feel his body drop to an unseen floor. Instead, the momentum caused him to do a backflip of sorts.

“Wow that’s cool.” Carson said to no one.

“You have 31 days left in your simulation. What would you like your next objective to be?” The objective defines the overall theme of the simulation and how it ends. Once the scenario objective was complete, he would be asked to continue with a new objective or return to the menu.

“I want to have the perfect dom go through cycles of edging me until I’m desperate to cum, milking me until I dry shoot, polishing after every orgasm, and 100% effective chastity while I build up for the next edging, for a total of 100 orgasms.” Carson had read that it’s better for the immersion to give a numeric objective that left you quitting the simulation early than to be constantly asked by the system if he wished to continue. He’d almost certainly bail before 100 orgasms and use some of his time to fight dragons or some other kind of fantasy world activity.

“What will your exit phrase be?”

“Take me home.” Short and easy to remember. When he was done with a simulation, he could speak the phrase to go back to the menu. For some that wanted to commit to a goal like training for a marathon, or fitness boot camp, they could pay an extra fee to have someone check in on their simulations to make sure they were on track but not have an exit phrase.

While the idea of not having an exit phrase appealed to Carson, considering his plans, he’d rather not have someone watching and would want to be able to get out if it got to be too much.

“Please select a dom. We can adjust his appearance once you have selected a template.”

Carson swiped through various men, until he selected a tall man with lean muscles and a mischievous smile. From there, Carson played with the settings, making him tanner, then paler, longer hair, no shorter, curly, no brusshed off his forehead, six pack of course. Finally, he locked in when he thought he had the perfect model, giving him the name Hunter.

“I will now ask a series of questions on how your dom should behave. You may end the survey at any time. Our brainwave technology will allow the algorithm to determine what is working and not working for you to improve the simulation as it plays out, but the more questions you answer now, the stronger start you will have.”

Carson answered several questions regarding how strict his dom should be, how playful, should he taunt Carson, what are his favorite bondage positions and torments, does he insist on safe words with his subs. After answering who knew how many generic questions about Hunter, the system started giving him more specific scenarios asking how Hunter should respond.

• If you’ve been tied up for five minutes and are already begging to cum, what does he do?
• If you say the rope is pinching your arm, what does he do?
• What does he do when you use your safe word?
• He’s given you a command and you intentionally disobeyed, how does he respond?
• He’s given you a command he knows you can’t complete, how does he respond when you fail?
• You tell him you want to put aside the bondage for a while and just cuddle, how should he respond?

Carson answered dozens of scenarios on how his perfect dom should respond until his dick got hard from picturing the scenarios, to soft again from the endless stream of them. Eventually he told the system to end the survey.

“Very well. Some find it best to close their eyes while the system changes scenarios. Your simulation will begin in 5… 4…” Carson closed his eyes “3… 2… 1…”

Carson heard the sexy voice he had chosen tell him, “Open your eyes boi. We don’t have all day.”

He opened his eyes and saw Hunter dressed in a tight olive-green tank top, black shorts, and gray ¾ length tights. He wore athletic shoes and no shoe socks as well.

Carson looked around and saw a very rugged playroom with concrete walls and ceiling and a rubber gym floor. Attachment points were spread throughout the room and all sorts of bondage equipment as well. There were no windows, and the only door was solid metal.

“Well boi? How were you saying you wanted to spend today?” Hunter spoke the smirk on his face showing he was clearly excited as well.

“Uh I want you to tie me up and edge me until I’m desperate to cum. Then I want you to torture my dick after I orgasm, and then milk me until I dry shoot, polishing my dick after each orgasm, Sir”

“What an ambitious agenda, boi. How do you want to be tied up?”

“Maybe something comfortable, since I’ll have enough torment from elsewhere.”

Carson felt a sharp pain in his balls. Grabbing them immediately, he realized something was on them, looking down he realized he was still naked except for a strap around his balls that held what looked like a shock collar.

“Don’t forget I’m in charge here, and you’ll address me as Sir when you speak. Got it?” Hunter said, smiling all the while. He enjoyed having an excuse to punish him.

“Yes Sir.”

“Good boi. Now do you want to get tied up the easy way or the fun way?”

“The fun way, Sir?” Carson said but didn’t entirely know what he was saying.

Hunter smiled and tackled him to the ground. As he was pinned down, Carson couldn’t help but notice how real Hunter felt. His touch was warm, and the extra strength he’d given him was showing beyond his already defined muscles.

After pinning Carson down, Hunter started tying his wrists above his head. Carson tried to resist, if only for fun, but found that Hunter could hold both his hands firm while maneuvering the rope with the other.

“If I get off you, are you going to be a good boi?”

“Maybe.” Carson said, intentionally egging on Hunter.

Hunter merely reached back and started slapping Carson’s balls. “Again, I own you and you’ll call me Sir. Or not, I enjoy giving you some well earned punishments. Now, are you going to comply if I get off you or will I need to wear you down a little more first?” Hunter started slapping his balls harder for emphasis.

“I’ll be good, Sir! At least until you have me tied up how you want me.” His balls ached, but Carson’s dick was already rock hard.

Hunter stood up off him, picked up Carson by the arm pits with ease, and shoved his back against a Saint Andrews cross. “Stand pretty for me, boi. This won’t take long.” Hunter said as he slapped Carson’s balls again.

Hunter tied more than just his ankles against the cross. He used all the tether points to lace up Carson’s entire legs. He skipped Carson’s crotch as he wound his way up his torso, missing both nipples. Hunter untied Carson’s wrists as he laced both his arms up against the cross. When he finished, Hunter smiled and said, “Okay boi. You kept your promise. Feel free to misbehave all you want now.” Hunter slapped his balls again, taunting, “Not that I won’t punish you for it.”

Carson tested his restraints in two ways. First, he was curious how a VR machine could feel so restrictive. The ropes felt real, and he couldn’t move his body. After accepting he wouldn’t figure out the mind game, he tried to slip out or reach for a knot and failed at both.


Hunter squeezed his balls, “Come on boi, you were so eager to be a little brat earlier. A little rope and you’re already tamed?”

“Maybe I’m being good so you’ll give my dick some attention like you promised.” Carson rebutted, purposefully leaving out the Sir.

Carson winced and his dick throbbed at the renewed slapping of his balls. “I had planned to edge you today, but if you can’t remember to address me correctly, maybe we’ll need other plans.” Hunter pulled nipple clamps out of a drawer.

“I’m good either way, my lordship.” Carson continued his taunting as Hunter approached him with the clamps. Hunter placed the clamps on Carson’s nipples and tightened them until he gasped and then tightened them more.

“Awww did that tame the brat? A little reminder of who’s and charge and you get real quiet.” Hunter taunted back as he ruffled Carson’s hair. “I think we’re on the right track though. You do need a reminder of your place, boi. I agree to edge you and suddenly you’re all uppity.”

“Yes Sir.” Carson answered. He was turned on from the pain in his nipples, but he didn’t want to push it any further until he knew what he was in for.

“Good boi.” Hunter patted his cheek condescendingly. He pulled out a candle and lit it, holding it over Carson until it started to drip. Carson winced as the hot wax cooled on his skin. Hunter brought the candle even closer to Carson’s skin. As the wax burned, he had to remind himself that while exercise in here was real, pain was just a mind game. He couldn’t get hurt from the candle that was now dripping so close to the skin. It definitely hurt though.

“Sir, I’ll be good. I promise. Please edge me.” Carson whined. While he was having fun, his dick had been throbbing since they started, and he wanted to get to the scenario he planned for.

“Are you sure boi? You know I’ll have a good time either way. I’m happy to keep punishing you if that’s what you need.”

“Yes Sir. I’ll be good.”

Hunter gave his dick a pleasant squeeze as he praised, “Good boi. That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

“No Sir.” Carson agreed, glad that he was able to steer the simulation back on track.

He blew out the candle and set it down within eyesight of Carson. “Just as a gentle reminder.” Hunter gave a few more squeezes to Caron’s dick, making him moan. “Does that feel good, boi?”

“Yes Sir. Please make me cum.”

Hunter dropped his dick. “If you’re already thinking of cumming, I think we jumped to edging too fast.”

“Please no Sir. I’m just eager. Please edge me.” Carson whined.

Hunter smiled at his victim’s pleas. “No, no, no. You’ll enjoy it more the longer I make you wait.”

Carson felt mixed emotions. He wanted to be edged. That was the main point of the simulation, but Hunter going beyond rehearsing a script was hot.

Hunter took off the nipple clamps that had dulled to a numb aching but made them burn as he massaged them after. “That’s it boi. Deep breaths. It hurts so good, doesn’t it?” Carson’s dick throbbed in response.

“Yes Sir.”

Hunter held his large strong hand over Carson’s nose and mouth, blocking his breathing. At first, Carson wondered if a simulation could really stop him from breathing. Then he realized it didn’t matter because his lungs burned all the same. He pulled against the ropes as hard as he could but didn’t budge.

Hunter gave Carson’s dick a few strokes, “How’s it feel boi, to be so desperate for something that you’re so incapable of getting for yourself?” Horny in spite of his desperation for air, Carson felt himself building towards orgasm. Then Hunter let go of his mouth and dick.

As soon as he could vocalize, Carson whined, “Ugh please Sir. Make me cum!”

“We’ll get there, boi. But I still think you could be even more desperate for your edging.” Hunter smirked, taking in his captive’s pleas with satisfaction.

Hunter grabbed some electro pads and placed them along the lines between Carson’s crotch and thighs. He lubed up a prostate plug with wires hanging out the bottom. “Open up” was his only warning before pushing it in. He then played with it, hitting Carson’s prostate and forcing some precum out.

“Oh god. Please Sir. I promise I’m ready to cum!”

“No, you’re not, boi. But you will be. Just be patient.” Hunter promised as he picked up the control box for the electro. Carson moaned as he felt the electro turning up. The pulse driving him crazy. Every new level hurt then aroused him as he got used to it. He felt himself building, despite the lack of attention to his dick. But he couldn’t build enough to orgasm. He tried to focus on building over the edge, but every time he fell short gasping in frustration. “Dammit” he whined in frustration after failing another round. “OW!” The electro had just spiked for a moment.

“That’s ‘Dammit Sir’ to you, boi.” Hunter said with a pleased grin on his face.

“Sir, hasn’t this been enough? My dick is so desperate for attention.”

“Will you clean the dungeon floor to ceiling with a toothbrush for me to stroke your dick after?”

“What? No, I want to cum now not in several hours.”

“Then I guess you aren’t desperate enough.” Hunter decided as he turned up the electro again.

After a few more rounds of electro, Carson was begging again. “Please Sir, let me do something else to earn my orgasm! Something I can do in minutes not hours.”

“Very well. I know about your aversion to cum, boi. How about in exchange for stroking your dick, I cum into a jockstrap and then attach it to your face, so your nose gets a front row seat?”

Carson stayed silent for a minute, contemplating. Hunter spoke before him, “It’s that or I leave you here for a few hours before I decide if I want to play with you more or lock you in chastity.”

“Ugh fine. Yes Sir.”

“Great choice, boi.” Hunter set the electro box down, leaving it on and suddenly Carson was upside down facing the other direction. The cross must have had a pivot, as he now hung from the ropes strapping him in.

Hunter pulled down his shorts just enough for his dick and balls to hang out, presenting it to Carson. “Go on, suck boi.” Carson complied breathing through his nose as he serviced his dom. Hunter’s balls smelled so hot, Carson started sucking more enthusiastically.

Then Hunter held his head and started thrusting himself. Even as he was halfway to gagging on Hunter’s dick, all Carson could think of was cumming himself. Eventually, Hunter pulled out and shoved his balls into Carson’s face to suck on instead.

Hunter grabbed a jockstrap from the counter as he jerked harder and harder, until he came into the jockstrap. He looked so hot as he moaned and panted, even upside down. He pulled up his shorts and flipped Carson, right side up again. “Bet you wish you could cum when you wanted like a real man, don’t you boi?” Hunter taunted, “No you like being a real man’s little bitch too much don’t you?”

“Yes Sir. I love being in your control too much, even if it means I have to wait for when you decide I deserve it.” Carson answered.

“Good boi.” Hunter patted Carson’s cheek before affixing the inside of the jock strap to Carson’s face. Carson kept his lips sealed as he felt some of it smear against his face. It smelled strong, and if Carson was one ounce less horny it might have killed the mood there, instead it had a way of making him more desperate for his own orgasm.

“Good boi. Let’s give your dick some attention.” Hunter stated as he started stroking Carson’s dick, already lubed up from his many rounds of precum. Carson quickly built up to the edge with the electro still running, but before he could pass it, Hunter dropped his dick.

“Come on.” Carson grunted in automatic response before begging, “Please let me cum Sir.” As he whined, he tasted some of Hunter’s cum enter his mouth. Horny as he was, he was still no fan of the taste and shut his lips again.

“I said I’d jerk your dick, which I am. I never said I’d let you cum so easily, boi”

“mmhmm” Carson grunted in acquiescence, not wanted to take in more cum.

“What was that boi?” Hunter teased. “You want me to turn up the electro? If you insist.”

Carson jolted at the shock of a particular large increase in the intensity of the electro, but kept his mouth closed.

“You’re really that determined to keep the cum out of your mouth huh? Well, I guess we all have our things.” Hunter mused as he started stroking again.

Carson felt it build even slower this time. Hunter was stroking softer and slower than before. Even so, he was steadily building. As he got closer, climax seemed inevitable but again when the moment came, he was denied orgasm. “Dammit. Please Sir!” Carson grunted immediately as he got another tongue full of potent cum.

“Why would I let you cum, when your desperation is so cute? You want it so bad, don’t you? And yet you can’t do a thing to get it. You’re so helpless to whatever I want. Even if you weren’t tied up.”

Hunter placed one hand firmly over Carson’s nose and mouth, pressing the cum soaked jockstrap into his face as he did it. With his other hand he started slowly stroking Carson’s dick again. “What do you want more boi? Do you want to cum or do you want air? You’re such a horny little bitch you’d probably choose passing out after orgasm over air.”

This early in holding his breath, Carson admitted to himself that the deal did seem tempting, even if it was obviously a stupid choice. Outwardly he merely moaned into Hunter’s unrelenting palm.

“Is that you saying you’d rather cum boi? It’s a good thing you’ve got a strong man to take care of you and stop you from making such a stupid horny choice.” Hunter teased as he continued to hold his palm to Carson’s face.

Carson was building to climax again, but his breath was running out much faster. He’d be thrashing his head, if Hunter’s strong palm wasn’t so firm.

“I’ll keep going until you close your eyes, and then I’ll take both my hands off you. Blink twice if you understand, boi.”

Carson blinked. The more his lungs burned the more he wanted to cum. But the closer he got to climax, the slower Hunter seemed to be stroking him. Carson held out until the burning turned into lightheadedness, and he closed his eyes to concede. The second Hunter’s hand left his face, Carson gasped panting through his mouth. More cum entered, but he hardly noticed at first.

When Carson finally caught his breath and swallowed the cum that had entered, Hunter announced, “Well this has been fun. I think I’m going to take a break.”

“What Sir? I want to cum!”

Hunter ruffled his hair. “Don’t worry, boi. I didn’t say you were getting one.” Hunter pulled out what looked like a milking machine.

Carson started to hope he’d finally have an orgasm, and what looked to be the post orgasm milking, when Hunter dashed his hopes, “I’m not letting you cum yet. I want to do that personally. No, this machine has an edging feature. It will scan your body for signs of an orgasm and keep you as close to the edge as possible.”

“How long until I get to cum Sir? Carson whined, feeling like he had gone on enough detours.

“I mean you could cum now. . .” Hunter said, “If I wanted you to. But I don’t, and since you’re just a horny little bitch, you get to wait to orgasm until it pleases a real man like me.”

“Pleeeeeease.” Carson tried one last time, but got no response as Hunter turned off the electro and attached the milking edger to his dick. He slumped into his ropes now that his groin muscles could finally relax.

Hunter flipped a switch on the machine, said, “Have fun,” and left without another word. When he closed the door, Carson heard a lock click into place. Carson turned his attention back to his dick as the machine started.

First it sucked his dick quickly. Carson thought it might have been set to the wrong setting, but when he got close to orgasm it stopped. It worse than stopped, somehow the pressure and weight of the device on his dick felt like they disappeared. Unlike Hunter, the machine didn’t let him wind down. It started again seconds later, slower this time, taking him right back to the edge.

Carson clenched his teeth with how close he was, but again the machine stopped. He bucked his hips as wildly as the ropes would allow in revolt but achieved nothing. For the first time, Carson considered using his exit phrase so he could jerk himself off in the space menu. He held out, in part because he didn’t know how long it would take to transition back and when he’d actually be able to cum, in other part due to his desperation to cum in a way made him desperate to cum here, seeing this through.

Carson took deep gasping breaths as the edging machine just held him on the edge of orgasm for what felt like minutes. Giving a small stroke here and there just to keep him on edge. He tried bucking, clenching, thinking sexy thoughts, literally anything and he just could not cum. The machine must have taken pity on him as it let him drop ever so slightly from the edge for a few moments. The reprieve was short and again he was gasping, thrusting, and drenching the ropes in his sweat desperate to cum.

Time blurred as Carson lost count of the times he was brought to the edge and for how long. He couldn’t think straight or distract his mind with other thoughts as the machine seemed to hone is mind in on one single primal desire, orgasming. A desire that continued to elude him. It took Carson a few moments to even realize Hunter had returned.

“I bet you’re horny enough now to agree to clean the dungeon with a toothbrush.”

“Yes Sir. . . Whatever you want. . . Just please make me cum.” Carson managed to bite out through his dazed thoughts.

“That wasn’t the offer, boi, but I like the enthusiasm.”

“Please Sir.” Carson’s voice sounded more defeated than desperate.

Hunter turned off the machine and removed the sleeve from Carson’s dick. “Okay boi. I think I’ll settle for something simple. I’ve got this cum rag that I’ve been using for a couple weeks, and just now again recently. Agree to me gagging you with it, and I’ll let you cum.”

Carson whimpered inside as he agreed readily, “Yes Sir. Please let me suck your seed to earn my own pathetic little orgasm.”

Hunter chuckled, amused with the enthusiasm, “Maybe this was too small a task. Oh well a deal’s a deal.” Hunter held out the crusty rag with his fresh cum exposed, lifted the jockstrap out of the way temporarily before placing the rag in Carson’s mouth fresh cum down on his tongue.

Carson immediately gagged at the taste, but Hunter’s strong hand held it in place. “Uh uh uh. Hold it in if you want to cum.” After a moment of squirming Hunter asked, “If I remove my hand can you be strong and keep the rag in your mouth?”

“Mmmhmm” Carson nodded reluctantly.

“Good boi. Suck on the stale and fresh seed voluntarily. Think of a real man’s cum while you orgasm.” Hunter let go of Carson’s face and started stroking his dick, slowly building him up to orgasm. When at last Carson was on the edge, Hunter let go again.

“Mme Muck” Carson yelled through the gag and winced as he felt Hunter slap his balls.

“That’s ‘The Fuck, Sir,’ to you, boi. And besides, I had to edge you one last time. Your dick had gone half soft in the interim. This one’s for real.”

Hunter went even slower this time. Carson held his breath in anticipation, unsure if Hunter would be true to his word. Carson felt a spike of pain as Hunter twisted his nipple with one hand while stroking with the other. The pain only brought him closer to orgasm. Slowly he finally built to the edge. Hunter’s hand was feather light as if it intended to hold him there like his awful machine. After a few moments of soft strokes barely keeping him on edge, Hunter pinched his nipple harder and grabbed his dick firmly stroking Carson past the point of no return. Carson’s whole body thrashed against the ropes as every fiber of his being orgasmed. Stream after stream of cum let loose across the room.

His breath was still short as he settled back down into reality. Hunter gave him a few moments to enjoy what must have been Carson’s strongest orgasm ever. Then he began polishing Carson’s sensitive dick.

Carson instinctively thrashed against the stimulation, but the ropes budged no more than any of his other attempts. His endorphins dropping, Carson realized with some regret that this was his turning point. He always backed out of milking himself after his first orgasm. The edging was fun, but it was time for him to end it and for him to spend some time fighting dragons in another simulation. “Mmake me mmome.” Carson said through the gag.

Nothing happened.

Hunter smiled, amused, “Sorry what was that? Did you want more attention to your head?” He palmed Carson’s sensitive glans even faster.

Carson, realizing he needed to speak the exit phrase more clearly, started to spit out his gag. The rag wasn’t even a third of the way out when Hunter shoved it back in and held it firm with his hand. “Uh uh. Can’t have you going weak on me now that the easy part is over. You begged to be milked dry, with a post orgasm polishing after each round. Here we are. If you spit that out, you might do something a little bitch would do like say your safe word.” Hunter’s eyes sparked with knowing mischievousness.

“Actually, why don’t we tape that in, so you aren’t tempted.” Hunter said, giving Carson’s dick a short break as he wrapped duct tape around his head several time.

“Mmmake me mmmmome.” Carson tried to enunciate.

Hunter resumed stroking Carson’s extra sensitive dick, “I promise I’m polishing your dick as best I can, boi.” Hunter’s smirk showing he knew exactly what Carson was trying to say.

Fuck Carson thought. He remembered saying while he was horny in the space menu that he thought it’d be hot for a dom to ignore his safe word as long as it wasn’t for an actual emergency. He never thought it would apply in this way to his exit phrase.

How long would he be stuck like this? Would he be ungagged eventually for another chance to escape? He didn’t need to eat in the simulation. At least he didn’t think so. Carson realized his dick was growing hard again at the fear that he was truly out of control now.

“Well, that was one down. That leaves 99 more orgasms until you’ve earned your freedom.” Hunter said jovially as he stroked Carson’s dick towards its next orgasm.

Carson moaned, thrashed one last time against his bonds, and then slumped into the ropes resigned to his fate.

[DeeperThanRed]

Carson seems to be having fun! I wonder if Hunter will ever act out of his programming...

[Bound Down]

This was meant to be a one off, careful what you wish for kind of story, but yeah I imagine Carson will have fun through the rest of his sentence.

Hunter probably wouldn't break from his programming but he could definitely go beyond or misinterpret it in fun ways like he did when thinking Carson was trying to use a safe word instead of his exit phrase.