My childhood friend and new housemate, Steve

"Steve!" We shared a fistbump and I waved him inside. "Where's all your shit?"

"Moving guy is coming later," Steve said, tossing a backpack onto the couch. "But my classes are over, so I thought I'd get here early."

Nikki looked away from her screen, apparently aware that something was actually happening in the world. "Steve. You want a drink?"

"Beer, thanks."

"I'll have one too, Nikki," I called as she trotted off to the kitchen. She flashed me a thumbs-up. Wow; take Anita away and suddenly Nikki was much easier to live with. Life was going to pick up.

Steve and I sat down to watch the game, and within half a minute Nikki was pressing cold cans of beer into our hands. She'd even opened them. I got a great view of her ass as she went back to her computer.

It was hard to focus on the game. Something dramatic was happening on the screen, but I couldn't keep up with what. I sipped at my beer. One thought slipped into the next; I couldn't keep up. You know what I needed? Sleep. Yeah.

When I woke up, something was wrong.

The first thing I noticed was that something was in my mouth. It wasn't **** me, but it held my mouth uncomfortably open and held my tongue down. I explored it a little; a softish rubber tube of some kind.

My eyes flew open.

I was still sitting on the couch; the game was still on. But, somehow, I was naked. Naked except for the thing in my mouth and... no, not entirely naked. Some kind of black rubber sleeve, like a very thick condom, was stretched over my dick. The rubber extended over my balls, too, molding perfectly around the shape of the whole package.

"Mmf!" I said.

Nikki looked up from her computer. "Oh, good. You're awake."

"Mmfmfmm!" I grabbed at the gag and tried to yank it out.

For a long moment, my entire world was the jolt of electricity coursing through my genitals. I was voiceless, nauseous; all I could do was curl up and wait for the feeling to fade.

"Looks like anti-tamper system one is working fine," Nikki said, glancing at a readout on the computer. "Check the other one for me, will you?"

I wasn't listening. I was trying to yank the sleeve off my dick. Except, as soon as I tried to pull it away, another, more severe electric shock rocked through it... followed by a squeeze. The sleeve was contracting, crushing my dick and balls painfully.

"Thanks," Nikki said. "I tested the systems before application, of course, but it's always good to get actual field feedback. That should last thirty seconds, by the way. Each time you try to tamper with it, the electric shock, level of constriction, and time of constriction will increase. So I'd recommend leaving it alone."

"Mmmf!" I leapt for her, hands reaching for her throat.

And landed heavily on the floor as an even stronger shock rocked through my body.

Nikki stood over me, arms crossed. "Really? Did you really think I was going to let you attack me? Please try to grasp the situation, Dave. The more you hurt yourself, the more time we waste. You are interfering with the data collection, so smarten up."

I tried pleading. I tried pleading with my eyes, and tried my best to form a sentence around the gag. Behind me, on the couch, there was a soft moan.

"Ah, good. It seems your tender ministrations have woken him up."

I glanced over. I'd been too bound up in my own predicament to notice Steve sitting there, dressed up just like me. From this vantage point, I could get a good look at the gag; it looked like a ring gag, strapped around his face, with something locked into the ring. Outside the gag, resting on his chin, were a pair of big rubber balls, which gave me a horrifying insight into what the tune in his mouth -- and mine -- was supposed to be. With dread, I reached up to feel... yep, a pair of rubber balls resting on my chin. With my tongue, I explored the shaft in my mouth once more -- yep, definitely a penis.

As I explored, Steve moaned and writhed on the couch. His eyes flew open.

"Mmmmfff!" he exclaimed, and as his tongue pushed at the intrusion in his mouth, I felt the rubber sleeve ripple against my cock, simulating the feeling of someone pushing it with their tongue.

"Mmmmf!" I said, startled.

"Mmmmf!" Steve said in response, trying to wriggle away from my tongue.

"By your reactions, I suppose the feedback mechanisms are working," Nikki said. "Keep up the good work, boys; I need to check the feedback data."