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He stepped out and didn't even glance around. He just walked off down the steps and rejoined the line that moved forward just as before, in anticipated unison. It was that moment that, before thinking, I found myself stepping up as if I was just going to take my turn. My mind recoiled as the door whisked down. I was next.

The whooshing sound came and the interior of the chamber became opaque and was immediately cleared and the door whisked open. It was my turn. I was up. I was terrified, and through my terror, I felt my body moving to get in.

On some level, I had decided to do this, and once I had committed action, I realized there was nothing for it but to go with it or cast my lot to the unknown. I was going to go through with it because I was more afraid not to. The thing was obviously cleaned in some manner. And guys were coming out of it appearing none the worse for wear. In fact, they looked really healthy. Healthier than me.

I bent over and put my hands on the seat. It wasn't like plastic or glass! It had just a little bit of "give" to it. It almost felt alive, like super smooth skin. The surface under my hands felt almost moist. It was slippery and quite warm to the touch. I had never seen a material like this before.

I began to ease my left leg over the seat from above as if mounting a motorcycle. I had to move carefully. I slid my left leg down the leg hole and hit bottom and my toes slid into toe sockets and heel into a molded area for my it. It felt strange, and somehow dirty. Like it was KNOWING me. I pulled my right leg in and did the same on that side. My feet were encased in slippery clear silicone-feeling chambers. I maneuvered my butt like I had seen the other men do and hesitated with my anus near the plug.

I had some very limited experience with butt play. I figured I could take this plug well enough though it might be uncomfortable at first. I steeled myself for the impact into my rectum and gently lowered myself.

The rounded tube-like end of the plug was warm and slippery but my anus REPELLED it. I could feel the hollow center over my butt hole, soft and not uncomfortable but where my mind was made up, it had NOT convinced my butt hole.

Then, almost instantly, something remarkable happened. It was as if the plug told my anus to relax, and it did. My anus relaxed completely and I slid myself down over the plug with relief because I had not seen what happened to someone that didn't get into position in short order. I didn't want to find out.

With my anus firmly around the bottom of the plug in the narrow portion and the seat molded up the crack of my ass I reached my hand in front of me to maneuver my scrotum into the pocket for it and my strangely mostly-erect penis into the penis tube. It was at that moment, when my penis slid into the tube that I felt the plug expand into my rectum. My surprise was only contained by more surprise as the penis chamber gently closed the small gap around my cock, hugging it ever so lightly in warmth and tugging gently as it formed around my corona. I didn't have time to wonder at the sensation as I felt I was already taking too long, so I looked forward.

There in front of me were two armholes and a cradle for my chest, neck, and head, and a...mouth phalus. That's all I could think of for it. A device to GO IN MY MOUTH. I slid my arms forward and my head into the rest. I opened my mouth over the thing. There was a slot for my tongue and a hole above it which seemed to be for breathing. There were no breathing holes for my nose, so the air had to come from somewhere. As I slid the rest of me home, the chamber somehow sensed it and whisked the door shut and time stretched out.

As the door closed, the clear chamber molded itself to me in every detail. I could feel it creep into the crevices under my fingernails and toenails. It filled every crease in my skin from my toes, up my ankles and calves to the back of my knees. It slipped in, rapidly filling every gap between me and it. It pulled out my scrotum gently and touched me everywhere. My eyes were shut tight and my outer ears were filled and down the spine of my back and even into my navel.

The mouth gag thing expanded and my mouth was not full, but there were no open spaces. I had anticipated something like this, but nothing to this extent. Though this in itself was unfathomable, everything that followed was even more so.

As every part of my body was touched, held, cradled, caressed by this warm, slippery chamber, I felt my penis relax somehow, yet grow. It just did it. As if commanded by a higher power. Then something in my rectum relaxed. I didnt have time to even think about it. It still felt like I had a pretty good erection going and while the thought crossed my mind, I felt something for the first time that I will never forget. Something entered my penis. Something slipped UP my urethra.

I tried to jerk away but my body couldn't obey. The encasement expanded and contracted, allowing me to breathe and make sound, but for anything else I could not move. The thing slipping up my urethra was unimpeded. It kept going, and to my shock, I suddenly had to pee. My bladder control was hijacked. Somehow the most basic thing I controlled on my body, when and where to pee, was no longer mine. I didn't direct the stream or intensity. My bladder opened, and I felt it empty, but I couldn't stop it. I concentrated, close the bladder. It would not. Something prevented it.

As if the last however many minutes were not astounding, at that moment I was in a higher state of stunned. I was stuck in a warm case. I was as fully penetrated and violated as a man could be as far as I was concerned, but I was wrong. What brought me out of my shock was my penis.

It suddenly grew. Perhaps another 10 percent. And then the plug in my ass started to tingle and I felt some sort of contraction in my rectum. What was happening? It was the strangest feeling I had ever experienced and I was racking up some pretty strange ones to compare to it. It happened again and my penis seemed to join in. It was, altogether, not unpleasant and not unlike orgasmic contractions.

It happened again and then again and a rhythm emerged almost immediately that was somehow insistent and growing in urgency. I knew almost immediately that if this kept up, I was going to orgasm. I knew it was going to happen because it happened to the guys before me, but I realized that I hadn't quite believed it would happen to me. I was strangely aroused but certainly not to the level of orgasm. I was more scared than anything. Given the chamber thing felt quite pleasant but not that pleasant. Or was I wrong?

While I was wondered that there was a chance I could orgasm, something changed in my brain and it suddenly ran roughshod over what IT decided were idle thoughts, and I found myself having a ripping orgasm.

The chamber somehow sensed my contractions and augmented them. It seemed to stretch out. Stretch me out. Normally my semen would just shoot out my penis, but this chamber, the tube in my penis seemed to PULL it from me. To pull it from places it normally would never rise from. At the same time, the plug in my butt seemed to push and squeeze the semen out with pressure and contraction help. My eyes were closed, but I could envision my appearance as I felt semen rushed out of me on a flow of something pumped into my bladder. Water, or something.

My mind was reeling from orgasm. The pleasure was off the chart. Sudden, and forceful. I was dizzy and disoriented and felt I could almost cry. I was recovering from an orgasm that seemed to last forever and yet I knew was remarkably fast. While my mind was still adrift I felt the chamber change what it was doing.

It discontinued ejaculating me and the tube in my penis flushed me out. That is the best way I can describe it. I felt warm in my bladder and then it was gone. The tube, or whatever it was in my urethra flushed me and then somehow recovered all of the flushing liquid as it retreated, slowly, leaving my cock in the chambers warm hug.

Then it was my asses turn. Encased to every inch and unable to move, the plug did something to me. I don't know what, but my rectum regarded it as a command to empty, and empty it did. It recoiled from the plug's intrusion and defended by emptying it's contents down the tube completely. It did it without my help and control. Then, in my encasement, I heard a whirring sound.

I could never have dreamed of what the whirring sound meant. An enema I guessed. Not like this though.

Something snaked up into my rectum. It felt like an eel had slithered up there about 10 feet. I was more full of it than I had ever been with poop, and suddenly I was irrigated with something, and as the irrigating commenced the eel retreated. When the "eel" in my rectum was gone, the whirring sound ended and I was gently released by the soft chamber walls.

I felt a strange pang of loss that spoiled the revealing of freedom in the rise of the door. The air I knew to be warm was now cool. I opened my eyes and I pulled my mouth off the gag and arms out of the armholes and sat up. I retrieved my still firm cock from the tube and maneuvered the plug out of my ass by standing up. My nut sack came swinging pendulously out of the socket for them. The leg holes had released my legs, ankles, heels, and toes and I stepped out on my shaky right leg. It almost buckled. I swung my left out. I glanced at the guy in line behind me and he had no expression whatsoever. It felt like days since I had stepped into it.

As I put feet on the floor I realized my whole body was slightly slippery. I staggered down the steps as carefully as possible, bewildered but alive. In fact I felt VERY alive. Was it only about two minutes I was in there? I joined the line while looking back behind me. The next guy was already getting in after the door had whisked back up after the cleansing.

How could this be? Where was I? What was going on? I regained some of my composure but it was tenuous, having just had an epic orgasm. I struggled with these questions while the line slowly bumped forward in unison, two minutes at a time. I made my way down the hall to a turn about 20 feet from the room. As I truly began to wonder what could possibly be next, the line bumped forward and I made the turn into the hallway.

That was how it all began 233 cycles ago. That was my initiation into the system of which I now know I am just one of untold numbers. At any one time I can see as many as 20 other guys, all nearly a mirror image of myself yet somehow completely different, all plodding through the system. I know little more than I learned that first day but I will share it with you now.

There are five stations. There is the "functions" station, as I call it in my mind. That is the one I have just described. It handles the necessary functions of urination and defecation. It also orgasms the entrants though I don't consider that a necessary function. There is a sleep station. There is a sustenance station. I'd call it food, but we never get to taste it and have no way of knowing what it is that goes into our stomach. And there is the exercise station and the cleansing station.

After I left the function station, I bumped down the line, two minutes at a time, to a sleep station. It was the end of what I would come to think of as a "cycle". Halfway down the hall, right after an interval of wait, I moved forward and a door opened to my right. I walked in.

Every cycle begins and ends with at the sleep station. When the lights on my sleep station wake me I stand up and walk to the doorway that is already open and join a never ending line outside the doorway, which invariably goes a function station. That is followed by a sustenance station, an exercise station, and then a function station again.

There are three sub-cycles of function-sustenance-exercise during each full cycle. Once during every cycle is a cleaning station visit just before a function station visit, but there seem to be rules. The cleaning station visit is never first or last. The first station visited in a cycle after waking, and the last before a sleep station, are always a function station.

The line for these stations never end but I never wait in line long either. By my reckoning there is never more than 15 guys ahead of me in line for anything. Each sleep station is in its own room. There is no opportunity to chat with the other guys outside the line.

When I have just visited a function station for the 4th time in a day, I know the next hallway will have a door that opens just in front of me when I get to it. That is my sleep station. Once a sleep station room has an entrant, the door closes. Something or someone decides what sleep station door will open and for whom and when, but there is never any question. A few intervals down a hallway after my 4th function station visit in any cycle and a door opens.

I have not talked about it with the other guys, but it is safe to assume it is the same or similar for them.

I can't keep track of where anything is because it all runs together. It seems that there are innumerable stations of everything or maybe only one of each, and their locations change every time you turn a corner but there is no confusion about where to go next because of the line. You are never first or last in line. The line never ends and there are no branches off the line. The only time there is an interruption in the line is at a sleep station, or when a new guy enters the line, which is indicated a few moments to several minutes before entry by a bell tone.

That has happened about 20 times in my memory. A door has opened on a guy that is on the brink of a total freak-out attack. One moment you are in a hallway just as normal and a door opens just like it does at a sleep station, but instead there is no station in a room but a guy standing in a hallway. Everyone does him a favor and ignores him, except for letting him in. I realize now that any indication that there is anything to fear could put one of these poor schmucks over the edge. It would have for me.

The new guys generally get in line just like I did. Some of them ask questions, whispered in near frantic voices. 3 of them lost it immediately and ran. Presumably, doors opened for them to remove them from the system they couldn't hack. I've seen another three balk at the functions chamber before making it to the top step. Doors opened for them and they were overjoyed at the opportunity to not get in the chamber. Always the new guys are put in the line before the function station visit.

When the guys balk at the function station, they all have about the same reaction. Arms go up and they step off the steps and back away saying:

"Oh hell no! No fucking way am I getting in that thing."

They accuse us of something being wrong with us. Call us crazy. But before they can get too many words out, a door always opens. And they see and hear it open and walk willingly into the hall it offers. When the door closes, it closes like it always does on everyone. Forever. Just as I have never seen this cycles guy in front of me before, and I know when his cycle ends for him or me, I will never see him again.

One of the things of note that make location so confusing is the door locations. The door to the sleep station rooms might close on your left when you enter and open on the right when you wake.

Everything is perfectly clean. There is never even so much as a fingerprint on anything. The rooms are square, and with the exception of the stations, everything is utterly featureless walls, floors, and ceiliing, chrome-like polished metal, a floor drain, and a light.

The sleep stations are a raised pallet of the same material as the function chamber. They are lit from inside below, and from above by a rectangular fixture. They mold to your body when you lie down regardless of the position you lie in. They are warm but there are no blankets or anything. Just a smooth, somewhat slippery surface that changes from flat to contoured as soon as you lie down.

I sleep on my back. It is just the most comfortable position, with the station cradling my head, arms, back, neck, legs, feet and even my anus and lifting the scrotum away from my perineum,, cupping my balls gently.

My first visit to the sustenance station was seriously unpleasant. I had a freak attack. From what I have seen, everybody does their first time. Just like the function station, there is a chamber, only this one is a standing station and only engulfs the upper body. The problem is really that there is no explanation. No sign on the wall telling what the stations do or how to use them. The guys in front of me who stepped in were motionless and nothing appeared to happen. They got sandwiched for 2 minutes and then stepped out and rejoined the line.

I stepped up to the contoured negative of a face with a mouth gag just like the one in the functions chamber. The molded chamber went only to my waist, and my arms fit in negatives there for them. When I stepped into the negative half, another negative half swung down behind me locking me in. I was molded into it, with every crevice filled from just below my navel up. This time a tube snaked down my throat!

I imagined the "eel" that slithered up into my rectum in the function station and my mind recoiled. I thought I could never again feel so violated as I felt in the functions chamber but the sustenance chamber did the same to me.

I gagged at first but then somehow my throat was relaxed FOR me. I struggled and panicked but after a few seconds, somehow everything was fine. The tube sliding into the back of my throat was soft and my gag reaction was gone. My throat was full but I could breath through the gag, even though there was something slipping down into my stomach. I stopped my legs from pushing off the floor and gyrating below me and felt my stomach fill with something warm. After two minutes, the tube down my throat retreated slowly and smoothly and I was released. I walked away horrified and feeling used. Humiliated.

I gave an angry look to the guy in line behind me as I stepped away to rejoin the line. He was completely indifferent and did not even meet my eyes. He stepped up as the contraption did a cleaning cycle. Would I be so indifferent in the future?

The exercise station is a treadmill. It is a belt that appears to be made out of the same or similar material as the other stations. It is even slightly slippery, though that seems seriously dangerous. It is about 3 feet wide and 8 feet long, with large rollers on either end sublimated into the floor. The belt glides over some strange surface underneath it on the floor.

There are no handlebars. No heart rate monitors. No televisions playing cooking shows. No music blaring. No scantily clad women running around with their water bottle and a towel. Just a belt across the floor of a sizable metal box-of-a-room and always moving quietly along.

When I enter the exercise station room it is always empty. There is no sweat on the floor or belt from a previous user. A door opens in the hallway in front of me and I enter. I step onto the already moving belt, and the program begins.

Sometimes it is mostly walking, for what seems like hours but I have no way of knowing except that it is exhausting. Sometimes it is walking interspersed with sprints. Sometimes it is long jogs with sprints or walks. Sometimes it is a sprint that slows to a jog, that slows to a brisk walk, that slows to a plod. The program is always well within my ability but never quite the same. I cannot remember having the same program twice. Something is always varied. Also, the program seems to know what I don't feel like doing because that is what it tends to do. It doesn't seem malicious in it's choice. Just somewhat predictable that way.