As Marc has requested – The Academy of Masters and Slaves – CHAPTER 2

As Marc has asked – The Academy Of Masters and Slaves – CHAPTER 2

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Standing now, Marc and Álex dry themselves with a large, soft white towel. But that's not what matters; they look at each other, observe each other, see each other. They smile remembering what they just did, having sex, love, both. Their eyes roam the other's body.

The two boys are very attractive, like all humans of their time, in fact. Tall, Álex a little taller than Marc, with well-defined muscles, but not exaggerated at all. Álex has managed to define his abdomen with perfect abs that end in a "V" that Marc lacks. He envies and desires that. He loves to run his tongue along that recess of his body.

Marc's face, beautiful, has well-defined features. An aquiline nose and under some dense eyebrows, his light eyes, not blue, are a mix of green and brown tones. They seem to change color depending on the lighting. He has dark hair, very short on the sides, although, at the request of his partner, he lets it grow on top so there’s something to pull. Regarding the rest of his body, not a single hair except for a delicate patch of fuzz on his pelvis. The only two areas where men grow hair in this future.

- IRIS, I'm going out now, let Marc have another enema, as he wishes – A last quick kiss and Álex leaves the bathroom, leaving Marc surprised by the request. Not before noticing the perfect, round, and shiny buttocks from the moisture that disappear behind the closing door.

Marc looks at the chair he used before...

- Let's remodel this chair a bit – he says to the air

- What are you thinking? – IRIS replies

- The shape... More ergonomic, that adapts to my body. A more pleasant material, not so cold, but soft... don’t give me wood – he laughs.

In the span of two seconds, the chair transforms. It takes on an organic shape and the surface is completely made of soft silicone that Marc recognizes. The dildo remains in place.

- Change these metal rings, make them silicone too, but put a sleeve inside that inflates and hugs me tightly – this time the change is quicker – What material is the inside of the clamps? – he asks while looking at them.

- Neoprene.

- Make them out of latex instead, you know how much I like it. And at the feet, instead of a ring, make it trap my whole leg – literally, two seconds – The dildo, IRIS, can you articulate it to fuck me when I finish the enema...

- Of course, Marc – IRIS responds in a tone that indicates she is smiling, if she had a face to do so...

Fascinated by his creation, Marc sits on it; it’s really comfortable. The silicone follows every curve and fold of his body.

- IRIS

- Tell me

- I know Álex said whatever I want... But from now on, you take the lead, and surprise me – says Marc, settling into his creation.

The restraints close, trapping his legs first. IRIS then proceeds with his forearms and wrists. Finally, his neck. He can no longer move, but the fun isn’t over. A blindfold materializes over his eyes and a gag, a silicone ball in his mouth. It's the surprise, imagines Marc. For a moment his body tenses, but he forces himself to relax. He feels the restraints start to tighten more and more. When he begins to struggle to breathe, the pressure around his neck stabilizes. He lifts his pelvis slightly in an attempt to readjust, but a new restraint appears around his waist. The increase in pressure stops at a very pleasurable point. Marc is enormously aroused by the completely balanced and uniform pressure that latex exerts on his skin.

He stays in that state for about twenty seconds, relaxing his body and concentrating on his breathing. Then he feels it, cold water, another surprise. It starts to fill him up, he feels the water inside, first in his rectum, but it rises quickly. With the cold water, the journey inside is much more evident. Marc can almost map the path of his intestines in his mind. Far from being unpleasant, he enjoys that sensation. The flow of water stops, the dildo inside him remains still, but Marc knows what comes next; it was his idea. Now filled inside, he almost regrets it, but he knows that IRIS will never do anything he cannot handle.

Slowly, the dildo retracts to what he estimates is roughly halfway. It goes back in, comes back out; Marc feels he needs to shit. That perfect replica of Álex's cock enters and exits his ass with increasing speed, the liquid inside him moving violently, provoking very uncomfortable sensations. He knows that if it weren’t for his precarious situation, he would be running to the bathroom. In fact, he doubts he would be able to make it, but trying is not an option. His muscles contract, complicating the situation. His breathing speeds up; he knows he is gasping loudly. His legs tense with each thrust, and his sphincter suffers the stress of pressure from both sides. The water fights to come out as the dildo enters easily.

The dildo that is violently fucking him finally withdraws, and instantly the liquid inside him bursts forth; he can't control it. His ass is completely open, and at that moment, closing it is beyond his ability. To his surprise, the water doesn’t stagnate in the chair; IRIS, in her infinite wisdom, has opened a drainage hole where the dildo used to be.

Now empty, Marc relaxes, his breathing returns to its rhythm. The pressure on his neck and limbs eases. The restraints open, and Marc knows he can move, yet he stays still, continuing to catch his breath. The gag disappears; he can close his mouth, swallowing the accumulated saliva, enjoying the freedom.

- Thank you, IRIS, that was incredible – he pronounces, still with difficulty, between gasps.

He moves his hands to his head to remove the blindfold as soon as he feels his heart return to a normal rhythm. It’s not an easy task; his arms are stiff from the pressure they experienced just a minute ago, but he manages to uncover his eyes.

- Seriously, look at how dirty you are; go shower again, you’re disgusting, all sweaty... – says Álex, who is standing in front of him – If this is what you’ve learned on your own, I can't wait to see what they teach you at the Academy – he laughs.

A bit embarrassed by the surprise, Marc relaxes when he realizes the erection that his partner is hiding beneath the tight latex suit he’s dressed in. He doesn’t know how long it has been there, doesn’t know how much he has seen, but he knows he has enjoyed it.

With effort, he gets up and steps into the shower; Álex is right; he is completely soaked in sweat. Now that his eyes have adjusted to the light again, he watches Álex as he turns on the tap for the water to start flowing.

He has put on shiny rubber boots and a latex suit that covers his whole body except for his head; he doesn’t see his feet but knows his partner's tastes and knows they are also well-covered. The suit is black, but has some red accents at the wrists, neck, and shoulders. At the front of his cock, there is a zipper that also features a zigzag pattern in electric red. His muscles are sharply defined, and Marc likes them even more than when he is naked. He focuses on his favorites, Álex's abs, perfect; they are still visible. Marc has to suppress the impulse to step out of the shower to touch and lick them.

- Shower quickly; I need to prepare you, and I don’t want us to be late – he tells him as he leaves the bathroom.

Marc, hypnotized by his ass, hardly hears him.