Dave

I sat on the couch, shivering myself dry, and tried not to notice my friend's little decorations, or his raging hard-on. After about fifteen minutes, Nikki walked over and pulled off the nipple clamps. Judging by Steve's whimper and what his tongue was suddenly doing to my cock, it was very painful.

Then she straddled him and, one by one, took his nipples into her mouth.

"We have to keep up circulation or there could be tissue damage," she explained, pinching the clamp back on without preamble. Then she went back to her computer.

She repeated this fifteen minutes later. And every fifteen minutes until almost ten o'clock.

Damn; maybe I should've volunteered for the clamps. At least a hot girl would be licking my body every fifteen minutes.

"Alright," she finally said, "you two should probably go to bed. You can remove the toys, by the way -- in the bathroom, please! Also, there's been a change in bedroom allocation -- Dave, I need your bedroom for a computer room, so you two are sharing Anita's old room. I'll come with you, since you boys can't get the gags out without being shocked."

What? Sharing a room with my best mate while she got two?! I know, that seems like a weird thing to be upset about, with everything else going on. But this was all just a prank gone too far, and the bedroom thing... well, we all paid the same rent.

I **** myself to stay calm. We could get her back once she stopped with this stupid game. Anyway, she said she was going to take the gags out, so I could talk sense into her then. We headed for Anita's room.

"By the way, I've reset your permitted area to the bedroom, the small bathroom, and this little bit of hall separating them. Try to go down the hall, and the restraining system will kick in."

Fuck.

I hadn't actually seen Anita's room since she'd moved out. When Nikki opened the door, I stood in shock. To call if a prison cell would be generous, because prison cells had beds; all of the furniture had been removed from this room. A few blanket sat piled on the cold lino floor; that was it.

Well, there was also a weird vertical metal pipe thing with a couple of sockets near the bottom.

Nikki pulled the rubber cock out of the center of my gag. I winced, but there was no electric shock. I was still gagged, in a way; a ring of rubber held my teeth apart, forcing my mouth open.

"I'd warn you not to pull on the ring gag," she said. "Its anti-tamper systems are still active."

Then she plugged the base of the dildo into one of the sockets on the pipe, so it stuck straight out at about the head height of someone on their hands and knees. She took the other from Steve and did the same thing on the opposite side of the pipe.

"Allow me to explain how this works," Nikki said. "In here is fresh water and food -- a nutritious gruel that forms an acceptable basis for a human diet. If you want it, just suck on the feeding tube." She flicked the dick she'd pulled from Steve's mouth, a gesture I felt on my own dick. "Your phallus, that is the one partnered to your test partner's genitals, will feed you. There are validation receptors in the ring gags to stop you from switching. So food or water -- you can switch them using this switch up here -- will only flow if you're on the correct feed tube. You might have to suck pretty hard; the contents aren't under pressure. Additionally, the valves need to be opened before anything will flow. If your test partner orgasms, your valves will be open for five minutes; you have that window to eat or drink your fill. Any questions?"

Yes. Well, more protests. But I couldn't form any words around the gag.

"Good, I thought not. By the way, I do want you to engage with the system properly, so while I was cleaning out the small bathroom for your use, I poked around the water system. The water in there is fine for washing, but I wouldn't recommend drinking it. Goodnight, boys."

I curled up in a blanket to sleep, not looking Steve in the eye.

God, I was hungry. And thirsty; not being able to close my mouth was drying it out very fast. But there was no way I was using that... thing.

Eventually, I drifted off. I was halfway through an amazing dream where Barbie, my ex-girlfriend with amazing sexual technique, was riding me, when I jolted awake and realised that those sensations weren't all fictional. Something was happening down there.

I opened my eyes a sliver. In the moonlight I saw Steve on his hands and knees at the feeding station. It was the middle of the night, and I couldn't sleep because my best friend was remotely tonguing my balls.