Fantasy. All parties over 18.

It's the not so distant future and brain chip technology has advanced leaps and bounds. I've finally decided the guinea pig stage is over so I went ahead and got my surgery. It's absolutely incredible what I can do with just a thought. I feel super human and my inspiration is off the charts. I've gotten in the best shape of my life. I have my dream life at home. Everything has been perfect for several months.

One day I find myself having to work in another city out of town. I finish up the first day and begin my drive back to my hotel. On my way there I notice that I missed my exit.

When I try to turn around I just can't. It's like my body isn't listening to me. I start to panic but my memories are becoming hazy. Almost every new exit it's like the past 30 seconds are being wiped from my mind over and over on repeat. Eventually I don't know where I am or how long I've been driving. Am I in a dream?

I finally take a strange exit and begin driving down some back roads but I forget those 30 seconds as well and I'm suddenly just completely unsure where I am. All I can remember is the first few mins of leaving work but now I'm here...

I am absolutely confused. I look for my phone and realize at some point I've powered it off completely. Eventually I pull into a strange driveway and step out of the vehicle. I walk up to the door and open it. As I close it behind me my memory is wiped once again. I have no idea what the house even looks like. I'm just walking in this dark house. Stuck in a strange dream. As I walk to the back of the hallway there is an open door. I step inside and shut the door. My memories are wiped one final time.

Now all I have is the moment I left work and now I'm in a room looking at a masked man. He's sitting at a desk with a laptop and it seems he's typing some sort of commands. Then he stops and looks at me. My mind is no longer hazy. My memories aren't being wiped. I don't feel like I'm in a dream anymore. Everything feels so real but I have no control.

The man looks at me and bends over on the bed. "Carress my balls with your tongue"

I walk over and get on my knees and just begin gently sliding my tongue around every crevice of his balls. What the fuck is happening? I can't stop. I can't possibly be in a dream. The man moans as he tells me to breathe in deep. I begin inhaling the musk of his ass in front of me as he moans louder. "Suck my balls, gently."

Every command forces me to do as I'm told. The putrid smell of his musk overwhelming my senses. He demands I make out with his asshole like it's the most beautiful woman in the world and I begin passionately tongue kissing his asshole.

I want to run. I want to escape but I can't stop.

He pushes his cock back and tells me to lick slowly up and down from the tip of his cock to his asshole and I just do as I'm told. The masked man gets rock hard as I do. I'm realizing this can't be a dream but I don't understand what is going on. It's like I cannot operate my own body.

Then the man tells me to stop and lay down.

In this moment I am able to blurt out words. "Am I in a dream?! I don't want to do this!"

He climbs over me as I ask him to please stop!

He looks down and tells me to suck his cock and swallow every drop.

I can no longer speak I just begin swallowing his cock as he moans "yeah that's it"

He corrects my cock sucking form to his liking. Making tweaks with his commands as the ai chip in my brain adjusts my sucking accordingly.

As he is about to cum he tells me to slow down. Repeating the command "slow down more" until I'm at the perfect pace for his post orgasmic bust. Then I hear him groaning load as he explodes in my throat. The taste is atrocious but I swallow it like it's the last drop of water in the desert. I would normally throw up from how repulsed I am but my body doesn't even gag it just keeps slowly and gently sliding my throat up and down his cock and swallowing with every breath.

He tells me to stop and just hold it. He stays in my throat deep. Just enjoying the warmth of my throat like a slippery sleeve for his cock. Nesting his balls on my face. He leans up letting out a groan of satisfaction. His erection barely softens in my throat as he took viagra in anticipation of the moment.

He makes me begin sucking him again. Making me swallow his cum and get him hard over and over again. I feel like I am stuck in a nightmare.

After a few times in my throat he makes me get him hard again and pulls out.

"Flip over."

I do as I'm told. "Stick your ass up for me"

I do but I'm beginning to have function of my speech again.

"Please stop! Please no, no! Is this a dream?"

He doesn't speak to me he just starts prepping his cock with lube and sliding it up and down my hole as he groans over my pleas for mercy.

He positions the tip of his cock to my hole. As I'm pleading no and he finally speaks

"Shut up and keep your head down for me".

I do and he shoves his cock in. My eyes widen as I feel the unfathomable pain. I grunt in pain but cannot speak as he enjoys slowly pushing it all the way in. I want to beg him to stop. Occasionally it feels like I can overcome the programming and beg him to stop but the program shuts me up again as he ignores me and enjoys my ass. When he's finally finished he steps off the bed.

He walks over and sits down at his laptop. Typing in a few commands.

He looks at me and tells me to head to my hotel address. Then tells me to begin repetitive 30 second short memory wipe once I reach the front door.

I realize he is talking to my Brain chip. I just walk out the door. When I reach the door my brain chip begins wiping my last 30 seconds over and over. All I can remember is the satisfied smile on his masked face.

I drive to my hotel but I can't remember where I'm coming from. The only thing I can remember is the disgusting hours he used me.

When I finally get to the hotel I have control of my body after parking. I sit there in terror. I can remember nothing but the inside of his room and what he made me do. His sadistic smile but I can't remember his house. I can't remember the drive. I have no idea where he is or if he will make me do it again.

I go to my room and shower for hours. Scrubbing my mouth. Cleaning myself. Scared to leave.

When I wake up the next Day I dread work. All I want to do is end the trip and go home.

I get through the day with the memories in my head distracting me. All I wanna do is go to my room and drink. When I finally get off work I get in my car to drive home. Constantly checking if I have control of my body as I try to hurry home.

As I reach my exit I take a deep breath.... then I pass my exit.... God no. God no no no not again. My brain begins wiping again. Each time I can't remember where I'm driving but I frantically try as every 30 seconds is hopelessly wiped. All i can remember is my day full of ptsd remembering the moment....

Finally I'm back in the room. Now he is sitting in the room with two more masked men. Not this fucking room. Please God no not this fucking room....