He Tries

Sam slid his cock into the warm, wet gel and got hard almost instantly. It felt like getting slapped in the face, only hornier. Once hard, he pushed himself all the way in so his hips were flush against the wall. Then he pressed his thumb against touchscreen. the keypad lit up for a moment, then blinked red.

It seemed that he didn't pass inspection. Before he could open his mouth to complain, a voice blared from unseen speakers.

"C'mon. You really want to leave now? We went through so much effort putting this together just for you and you've _barely _participated."

So this is the exit! Sam was ecstatic. He also wasn't in the mood to deal with whoever the hell was on the other side of this door.

"Maybe next time don't **** me and trap me against my will, asshole! Let me out. NOW!" He started banging on the door.

"Now, now," the voice replied in a condescending tone. "No need to get so worked up..." He paused. "Although, that does give me an idea."

After a moment, when it seemed like the voice had detached from the conversation, Sam started banging on the door again. With each passing moment, he seemed to get angrier and angrier and angrier at the fact that he was trapped and being ignored.

Then, out of nowhere, he felt an insanely strong pull on his pelvis. The gel in the cock whole was sucking him in like a vacuum! He tried to get away, but couldn't unsheathe himself. At first, the pressure was uncomfortable: It felt like someone was trying to suck his whole body through that one hole, but it eventually found a more satisfying level of ****. It felt like his cock was sliding into the tight pussy, without ever needing to slide back out. The gel just jerked and fucked his dick endlessly. After a minute, he stopped resisting, and simply let the machine do its thing. He felt lighter than air, almost as if the machine had lifted him off the ground.

Obviously, that level of pleasure doesn't last forever. His whole body sputtered as he released his seed into the gel. Once he came, the machine let him go. He pulled his cock out. He stood there in a daze for a moment, wiping a thin layer of green glaze off his dick. When he snapped back to reality, he wasn't nearly as angry as he had been before. He still wanted to escape, but he was also kind of feeling pretty relaxed. Honestly, if they had some video games in here, he'd probably be fine hanging out for awhile...

"Sam?" The voice had returned. "Are you feeling any better?"

He was, but he didn't want the voice to know that, for fear that they wouldn't let him out.

"Let me out of here! I did what you asked!? Why I can't just go back to camp?" He sounded more sedate than before, like a boy who's cried so much he tired himself out.

"Okay, okay," the voice responded. "What if we make a deal? Instead of jumping through all of the hoops, what if we said you just had to go back and find one person? You know the way back now, so it should be easy."

Sam stood there and thought for a minute.

"If you head back in, find Cindy, and fuck her brains out, we'll let you go... What do you say." Sam, still somewhat sedate, agreed reluctantly.

"Can you give me a hint?" He asked.

"I'll give you two. First, go through the Exit sign at the last crossroads.

Second, if you get the chance to ask someone, tell them you're looking for the center of the maze. No one in there knows where Cindy is, but everyone knows how to reach the center."