Last night I had this really weird dream.…

I’m at the restaurant where I work, and as I’m chatting to workmates in the corridor by the kitchen,     I start to get an erection. I have no idea what triggers it, but as I’m standing there, I feel my cock sliding out like a snake through my pants and down the inside of my left leg. It gets more stiff and uncomfortable. In the end I am so distracted I start to get strange looks so I have to walk away. 

The evening is a nightmare. My cock remains incredibly stiff, and I am having to serve tables, and manage other waiters, because that’s my job, and I’m struggling to walk upright, and constantly having to hide my bulging crotch with a menu or an empty tray. I end up spilling soup over a customer because I’m shaking so much.  During a break, I rush to a toilet and try to jerk myself off, but I can’t do it. My cock aches to release its load, but I cannot make myself come. 

I try to fill my head with the horniest fantasies I can think of. Nothing works. At the end of the night I’m an exhausted nervous wreck. I get home late and try again to jerk off. No luck. I hardly sleep, with a massive stiffy flopping about in bed in front of me and next morning I’m still hard as a rock. I try a long, cold shower, I think of dead cats, but it’s no good. Then everything starts to get more weird…

My phone pings and I discover there’s a new app called Slave 409 installed. I have no idea what it is or how it got loaded on my phone. I try to open it, but nothing happens. I try to wipe it off, but it won’t delete. An hour later I get a message from an unrecognisable number. It reads:

‘Slave 409 re-programming 80% loaded. Arousal state: Level 8’

I’m stunned. I can’t get my head round this.  The idea that some app is somehow responsible for my erection is inconceivable to me. I try to activate the app many times but nothing. I send a text back- 

‘Who is this?’ 

There’s no reply.  I wait ten minutes then send another. 

‘What the fuck is happening?’ 

No response. I remain in an incredibly aroused state for the next three days. Work becomes impossible, I embarrass myself many times and in the end I’m too nervous to speak or approach anyone. It’s a living hell. Then I get another message. 

‘Slave 409. First test - OBEDIENCE: Despunk, this Thursday, midnight’

Again, it makes no sense to me. I spend hours just sitting there, trying to work out what all this means.  

Thursday evening comes and I am still as stiff as a rock, painfully on the edge of coming, unable to shoot and still in a state of constant frustration. Another message arrives: 

‘Slave 409; Instructions for First Test. Strip naked. Write ‘SLAVE 409 OBEYS’ clearly on your chest in black felt tip pen. At midnight, kneel in front of your phone and make a video of yourself jerking off into a clear glass and then drinking your semen. Send video immediately once task is completed’ 

I don’t know why but I start preparing. I work out where I’m going to kneel and the angle of the phone.  Midnight comes and I’m on the floor, kneeling, naked and I’ve written ‘SLAVE 409 OBEYS’ on my chest. All this is making me feel even more aroused, so I try to jerk off but still I can’t make myself come.  In the end I switch on the phone and pick up the glass.  The moment I start to jerk off into the cup, a huge wave of energy surges through my body and finally I ejaculate. The orgasm is the most intense of my life, sending me up into a transcendental cloud of blissful joy. I stay there, floating in a peaceful bliss for a very long while, long enough to forget all about the stress and anxiety in my life.  

It takes a while for me to recover. I delete the video from my phone.  After a long shower I lie on my bed, relaxed and content that life is back to normal. My cock is normal.  I flush the cup of jizz down the toilet. 

I check my phone and find out the app has gone and so have all the messages.  I convince myself the nightmare is over. 

But it isn’t. For a week everything is fine. I’m so relieved not to constantly be trying to conceal my eight inch meat pole in my trousers.  I do everything I can to avoid thinking about anything sexual. I keep away from the porn, I keep away from the girlfriend and I stop flirting with the manager’s wife, who I find very sexy and is the subject of many of my usual fantasies. Life gets back to normal. 

And then my phone bleeps. The Slave 409 app is back.  The moment I see it, I start to feel aroused and very soon my cock is rigid once again. I try again to jerk off. I try another cold shower. I go for a long walk, but the erection does not go away. Again I have to face the misery of trying to hide it.

I buy a new phone.  I smash the old phone with a hammer into very small pieces before throwing them away in a garbage can a mile from the house. Ten minutes later the app appears on the new phone. 

With it comes another message. 

‘Slave 409 : Test 1 : OBEDIENCE - NOT COMPLETED. Retest Thursday night: Midnight. Arousal State: Level 8’

I give out a desperate howl - ‘Oh, noooo! Pleeeeaase!’ 

I struggle to get through till Thursday night. Midnight comes, and with it the same text message as before. So I strip off, write ‘SLAVE 409 OBEYS’ on my chest once again, set up the camera, and at the stroke of midnight, I  video myself jerking off into a cup.  The orgasm is as violent and intense as the one before, and I watch huge amount of hot spunk shooting out into the cup. The moment I am finished I lift the cup and drink my spunk. I have never done this before.  I lean my head back, tip the glass into my mouth, and wait till the last slimy glob dribbles down the side of the glass and into my mouth. I stop the film, and send it immediately and without thinking. Then I collapse again on the floor, drained, exhausted, lost in blissful serenity. When I recover, the erection has gone and I am joyful. A day later I get a new text. 

‘Slave 409. Test 1: Competed’

I pray it’s all over, but then a week later I’m at the gym one evening, and I’m in the dressing room -  and it happens again. I get this weird tingling sensation, my cock starts to stiffen and then before I know it, I am sitting curled up on the bench trying to cover up my massive hard-on with a towel, while the other guys around me are changing.

As soon as the room is empty I get dressed and leave as quickly as I can, and then limp down to the metro. In the train three teenage girls are sitting opposite me and one spots the long thick lump of my cock running down the inside of my trousers. She starts to giggle. She leans over and whispers to her mates till all three are looking at me, glancing down at my crotch.  One of them leans forward and says to me,

‘You gonna get it out or what, you fucking purve?’ 

They all snigger. I am so embarrassed have to get off at the next station. Later that night I get a message.

‘Slave 409.  Arousal State: Level 8. Test 2: Humiliation. Despunk Saturday 3pm’

I’m in despair. I don’t know what to do. I have to manage three more days with a constant hard-on.  Friends of mine are starting to feel nervous around me.  Saturday comes and I get a text and this one tells me to go to the top floor of a large shopping mall about a mile from where I live, and stand in the middle of the lobby, facing the security camera.  

So I make my way up the escalator to the top floor.  The mall is crowded with shoppers. I am covered in sweat. I’ve been in a state of intense arousal for a week. I am desperate to come, and I also need to piss. I’ve been instructed to drink four litres of water before I arrive. Three pm comes and I get a text saying I must wet myself.  My cock is rigid, pressed tight against my belly.  I have no choice. I let go, relax the muscles and immediately warm piss shoots up inside my shirt.  I cannot stop myself now. I see my shirt glistening with wetness. I close my eyes because already there are people who have noticed the growing stain. I continue to piss freely. I have to empty my bladder, which had been full to bursting for a painfully long time. Soon the stain expands down to my jeans and I feel the warm piss running down my legs. I open my eyes, and my fear is confirmed. It’s seeping out onto the floor. I get another message. 

‘Slave 409: Test 3 : Despunk NOW’  

I reach for my cock but it’s too late. It’s is so rigid it busts open the button of my fly and seconds later I’m shooting out streams of spunk all around me.  I’m unable to stop it spraying out through my fingers. I find myself collapsing slowly into a wet and slippery heap on the floor. A crowd gathers around me. Security guards arrive and I am dragged away….

I lose my job. My girlfriend stops going out with me. I face charges of public indecency.  Again, the Slave app on my phone disappears along with all the messages, so I have no evidence that I am at the mercy of some weird brainwashing scam. My life is ruined.  The constant erection however, has gone. At least I haven’t got that to deal with. 

Nothing happens after that, for three months. Then one day I’m sitting on a park bench. It’s a sunny day. I have to sell the house and there are people being shown round it so I’m in the park around the corner, waiting till they have left. My phone beeps.  It’s my Slave 409 app.  I can feel the blood start to surge through into my cock. I close my eyes. Here we go again, I think.  I have to say, I have been expecting it. I take off my coat fold it over my lap to hide the growing lump in my jeans. Moments later a message arrives. 

‘Slave 409:  Arousal State: Level 8. Test 4 :TRUST. Thursday midnight’  

Thursday night I am kneeling naked on my bed. I am weak with exhaustion, having been in a state of constant arousal for days. My heart is about to burst. My cock is red, stiff, poised to come. I have placed my phone on the pillow and have switched on the video recorder. I reach for a large clear plastic bag and slip it over my head. I start to tie it tight around my neck with thick black tape…

- And that’s when I woke up, and discovered I was soaked in cum. 

Daniel Guy 

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