Lifelong Mistake by t92

I have made a mistake…

One that I cannot fix…

One that I cannot undo…

One that leaves me trapped…

At the mercy of a machine…

I have achieved my ultimate fantasy…

And now I want to be free more than anything.

My name is Alex, when my story began I was 22 living in the UK, I graduated from university as a biochemist, and had settled into my life working for a major chemical production company, I had a small flat in the city when a letter arrived from a solicitor telling me a great-great uncle had died and had left me with all his estate (money, property etc.), I can’t remember ever meeting this uncle, a quick call to my parents told me he was estranged from the family, and that no-one would contest the will.

I booked time off work and travelled the 200 miles to my great-great uncle’s home, I found a medium sized cottage in a secluded area, I stood by the front door and scanned the horizon I could just see a town nearby, I knew that town had a branch of the company I worked for, if I liked the cottage and decided to stay I could easily transfer to this branch.

I unlocked the door and stepped inside, the cottage looked normal with modern furniture, a well equipped kitchen and bathroom, the bedroom was a little strange: the floor was hardwood except for a large steel box in the middle of the room. I could see the edges were not welded. I tried to move the top panel but it wouldn't budge. I carried on exploring, in the upper corners of each room there are smooth black panels facing out. I thought they looked nice and didn’t pay them much attention. Under the stairs leading to the attic there is a heavy looking locked door with the letters “ALOCU” engraved on the lock. I tried the keys I had been given but none of them worked.

I went to the attic and found a mostly empty space, ready for use as storage. There was a door with no lock; when I went inside I saw a heavy steel cage made from thick steel bars and tightly woven steel mesh. Inside was a server rack, and engraved on a metal plate attached to the server were the same letters “ALOCU”. I couldn’t find a hatch or a door to get to the server, and I couldn’t see any cables or switches, so I guessed it was fully automated. In the upper corners of the room were the same black panels. I became determined to read through all the paperwork I could find inside the house.

Apart from the door under the stairs and the server I could not physically access, I decided to stay and signed the paperwork the solicitor gave me, giving me total ownership of the house and the land it sat on. I hired a van and moved in the next week. The locked door under the stairs playing on my mind, I placed the mattress from my bed on top of the steel box in the bedroom, until I could figure out how to remove it. That night I hooked my laptop up to the TV in the lounge and spent several hours edging myself to male-male bondage porn. You see I’m gay, and since my early teens I have been enthralled by the idea of bondage, loss of control, chastity, BDSM and being owned.

Three days after moving in the postman delivered a letter inside was a single key, no letter just the key, engraved on it were the letters ALOCU. I practically ran to the door under the stairs, unlocked the door and fumbled for a light switch. In the dim light of the hallway I could see the door was thick with steel bolts embedded inside the wood. I couldn’t find a switch, but a single light turned on in the basement. My only thought was seeing what was down here and how it linked to the server. I carefully navigated the stairs ready to run back up at the slightest sound.

At the bottom of the stairs the spotlight illuminated a screen with an image of a hand, one finger extended as if to touch something. I touched the screen and the image vanished, to be replaced with the familiar letters ALOCU. I jumped when an artificial voice said “welcome Alex, I am ALOCU, your late uncle built me to be useful to him in organising his time so he could be a more efficient person, do you have any questions for me.”

I couldn’t see anywhere to type so I decided to speak. “How did you do that?” I asked, ALOCU responded “your uncle transferred some aspects of his life to my control to remove distractions and ultimately this led to him leading a much more enjoyable life. I am sorry that he passed, he was a good man.”

I felt a pang of guilt. I hadn’t even thought that this was his house. I was now just living here. I asked ALOCU “what did he transfer to you?” ALOCU responded “your uncle transferred part of his freedom to me, specifically his freedom to control his orgasms.”

I blinked, not quite understanding what ALOCU had just said… “He did what?”

“Your uncle had me design a chastity belt to our exact specifications and once locked on I controlled the locks. Without the ability to constantly orgasm your uncle was free to do other things.”

I won’t lie, my cock was harder than it had ever been, my uncle was into chastity. One of my ultimate desires, to be cock-locked and controlled, could come true. I blame my cock for my current predicament; if it wasn’t for the limp appendage hanging between my legs as I type this my life would be very different…

…anyway, back to the story. ALOCU asked me, “do you wish to continue where your uncle left off?”

I thought for a moment and said, “yes, I’d like to try.”

ALOCU’s answer was short. “Strip naked Alex, I need to scan your measurements.” I practically ripped my clothes off.

Now is a good time to describe myself. At the young age of 22, I stand at 1.7m (or 5 feet, 7 inches), and my hair is deep brown, I am smooth shaven except for my hair, no moustache, beard or body hair anywhere, my eyes are deep blue, my jaw is not very prominent giving me a boyish look. I am slim, my hips are visible under my skin, my chest is defined and only slightly muscular. I have visible abs, my arse starting to form a “bubble-butt” a few more months in the gym should improve it greatly, and then there’s my cock, limp it’s about 3 inches, hard it goes up to the impressive size of 4.5 inches (sarcasm of course). I think it’s my unimpressive cock that has led me down the route of being submissive/bottom.

Now naked in-front of ALOCU I felt surprisingly at ease. I had stripped on the orders of a machine, ALOCU said “this won’t work if that little cock is hard, cum.”

My jaw dropped, it wanted me to cum for it. Without thinking I slid my hand down my abs and grasped my ‘little cock’ best I could. With short strokes I started to jerk my cocklet.

“Open your legs wide,” ALOCU said. I complied, still jerking my cocklet. “Place your free hand behind your head.” Again, I complied standing legs spread wide, my right hand grasping the back of my head, my left hand slowly jerking. “When you are about to orgasm, place your other hand behind your head.”

I nodded, unable to speak. I felt my orgasm building. Just before the point of no return I let go of my cocklet and forced my left hand behind my head. I stood, legs spread both hands behind my head, my cocklet twitching, my orgasm subsiding. On ALOCU’s screen a single tally mark appeared.

“Again, same instruction,” it commanded. I started jerking again, once close to orgasm I placed my left hand behind my head. Another tally mark as my orgasm subsided.

“Again…”

5 tally marks, then 10, then 15, then 20, 21, 22, and finally… “You may cum.”

I only touched my cock with my fingers and it squirted, cum flying from my head. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 ropes arcing through the air landing on the dark floor, my cock spent, my brain on fire with the force of the orgasm. I had discovered a new kink: edging and ruined orgasms.

My orgasm subsided, my brain was able to take control again. I stood there, legs still spread, my left hand resting on my abs, my right still clutching my hair. I looked down, a towel was on the floor by my feet. I can’t recall seeing it before. I cleaned myself off and dropped the towel.

“Good boy, now, place your left hand behind your head again and stand still.”

I complied silently, green lasers surrounded my body below my neckline, ALOCU’s screen showed a percentage screen: 10%… 20%… 30%… 40%… 50%… 60%… 70%… 80%… 90%… Complete.

The lasers turned off ALOCU said, “calibration complete, initialising stage 1.” Another light turned on to my right. I saw a frame made of thin steel bars, at the end of each bar was a steel collar, wrist cuff or ankle cuff with 4 D-rings embedded.

“Step towards the frame, place your limbs and neck inside the cuffs and collar.”

I complied lining first my ankles, then my wrist and finally my neck. I heard a beep then each cuff and the collar closed around me. I hadn’t seen any way for them to lock. I heard a whirring coming from the collar, then each cuff in turn; the metal bars holding the cuffs and collar detached and vanished into the dark ceiling.

I returned to ALOCU’s screen, a new graphic was displayed showing the outline of my body with the collar and cuffs represented in green with a padlock symbol over each one. “Your collar and cuffs are locked with samarium-cobalt magnets surrounding steel locking pins. Only I know how to remove the pins and thus release the cuffs and collar.”

My heart was pounding; I felt trapped.

ALOCU continued, “no need to be worried this is consensual. I will remove the collar and cuffs if asked.” My heart slowed. “Now that you’re correctly dressed, I need to prepare you for chastity, please sit down.”

A light to my left turned on. A strange looking chair was visible with a wide headrest with magnets on each side, stirrups for my feet and a bar that would lower over my waist. Still excited, I sat.

The cuffs on my ankles made contact with a small metal plate and with a click they were held by more magnets. I lay my head back on the rest, my collar was grasped by more magnets. I tried to raise my head, it wouldn’t budge. I closed the waist bar with a click, it wouldn’t move. Finally resigned to being led by my horniness, I reached up on both sides of the headrest and my wrists were captured by the magnets.

“Initialising stage 2: cleaning.” The chair tipped back gently, laying me flat; the stirrups lifted and spread, fully exposing my virgin arsehole. “For this part of the procedure you need to be clean inside and out, don’t worry this part is very gentle.”

I couldn’t see the small arm rising out of the floor with the enema nozzle attached. I felt the lube being squirted onto my arse and the gentle pressure of the enema nozzle. It slipped in slowly and inflated just past my sphincter, the enema fluid felt weird, and very soon I felt ‘full’. I started to squirm as the need to relieve the pressure built. The inflated nozzle inflated more and I felt the suction begin, the pressure disappeared. This process was repeated six times before ALOCU said, “stage 2 complete, starting stage 3.”

The enema nozzle popped out and more lube was added, another arm pressed the tip of a metal buttplug to my arsehole, still virgin tight, the plug was slowly advanced, opening my hole millimetres at a time, every time I clenched from pain the arm stopped until I relaxed. I don’t know how long it took for the butt plug to reach its widest part, the arm stopped and let me adjust before starting to push the plug the last few millimetres, the arms pushed through the widest part and my plug vanished into my arse. I felt incredibly full. My left wrist was released and ALOCU said, “feel the plug resting on my arsehole, you did well.” I felt strangely proud, being praised by this machine.

I reached down past the waist bar and felt the oval shape of the buttplug base. I tugged at it and felt the tug on my arsehole. It felt good to have it in.

Without thinking I removed my hand and placed it down on the headrest. The magnet caught my cuff again. ALOCU said, “initialising stage 4.” This time the arms came out of the ceiling holding a shiny metal chastity belt, my legs were extended in the stirrups until perfectly straight and about shoulder width apart.

The belt was threaded between my legs and I felt the belt sit on my back. I heard a click as the buttplug and arse cover locked together with more magnets. The front of the belt was lowered down, a separate arm grasped the end of my still limp cocklet and inserted a small catheter tube protruding from the belt front. My cocklet and balls were pushed into a cavity inside the belt, my catheter tube guiding my cocklet to sit in the correct position. The belt front made contact with the protruding bars from the back of the belt, they slid together until snug and another series of clicks, more magnets.

A screen descended from the ceiling, split in two halves, the left showed the map of my body showing collar, cuffs and belt all green with a lock symbol, next to the belt was an image of a buttplug with the words ‘size 1/10’. The right half of the screen showed a video of me where I currently lay. I could clearly see the shine from the cuffs, collar and belt. My cocklet tried to get hard, but the belt put a quick stop to that. I thought, I look incredible, this is amazing.

ALOCU said, “all stages complete, releasing.” The chair returned to its original position and the collar and cuffs were released. I stood and felt the weight of the belt on my hips, it was surprisingly comfortable. I reached around and found that the buttplug and belt were fully connected, until the belt came off my arse was locked as well as my cocklet.

“The belt you are wearing is very advanced, made in Germany to exact specifications. Your little cock and balls are trapped inside a hollow area, a catheter tube will feed all of your urine to the bottom of the cage where a small hole will allow it to exit cleanly. The remainder of the cavity space has two electronic devices built in; the first is a motor which will vibrate at set times, which acts as a reminder. The other is a very expensive GALILEO geo positioning unit which can communicate its exact location down to 10cm anywhere on the planet.” The screen changed to show the house on a satellite map with a red dot. I moved around and the dot twitched every time I moved 10cm. “In memory of your uncle, who received many years of help from these devices, I invite you to sleep with collar, cuffs and belt on tonight. They will be removed in the morning. Your uncle also had a very unique bed installed; I have prepared it for you. Good night Alex.”

I climbed the stairs out of the basement, still naked, and went to my bedroom. The mattress was gone, the steel plates in the centre of the room were gone, instead sat a cage made out of thick steel bars. A single door faced the bedroom door, inside there was a leather covered mattress. A control panel embedded into the wall by the bedroom door showed two options: 'lock time’ and ‘unlock time’. I set the lock time for 5 minutes and pressed the OK button. A 20 second countdown started and at 0 the cage door shut itself and with a loud ‘clunk’ the door was sealed with more magnets. I went to the cage door and pulled it hard: no movement at all. My cocklet tried getting hard again, at the end of the 5 minutes the cage door swung open.

For the rest of the day I unpacked my belongings and ate like normal, during the evening I sat on the couch watching more BDSM porn, my cock struggling to get hard in its prison. At 10pm I decided it was time for bed. I sat on the toilet and relieved my bladder the trickle of piss coming out of the bottom of the cage. I set the cage door to unlock at 7am. I climbed in and watched as the door swung shut and locked. I kicked it just once, it didn’t budge. My cock was straining to get hard, my arse felt wonderfully full around the buttplug. I slept.

The next morning I pissed and showered before going down to the basement, ALOCU woke as I entered and said “good morning Alex, please sit down.” I sat down on the chair and was quickly laid flat. The cage was removed by a mechanism I still don’t understand, the buttplug was very carefully removed, and I was given another enema. I was directed to the metal frame and placed each cuff and the collar against its corresponding bar, the magnets released and I was free.

I stood before ALOCU and saw my clothes from yesterday were gone. ALOCU asked me “how was your night?”

I told it that it was amazing.

“Would you like to continue your uncle's work?”

I thought for a moment and said “yes”. One of the arms descended, holding a piece of paper. “Please read and sign if you agree.” I returned to the lounge and read carefully

A contract for transfer of certain rights and freedoms between parties.

This contact is a formal and legal agreement between the named parties (Article 1) to transfer certain rights (Article 2) and the duties of parties (Article 3 & 4)

Article 1

The parties to be bound by the contract are as followed

ALOCU (Automated Life & Orgasm Control Unit)

Alex Perivol

ALOCU will be known by any name it chooses

Alex Perivol will be referred to as ‘slave’

Article 2.

ALOCU agrees to accept the following rights from Alex Perivol given freely upon signature by both parties

The right of free movement

The right to refuse sexual relations

The right to refuse bareback sexual relations

The right of the body

The right to terminate this contract

Alex Perivol agrees to relinquish the rights listed in (A2.I) for as long as this contract remains in force

Both parties agree that ownership and control of this contract will rest with ALOCU or agents which ALOCU agrees to

Alex Perivol understands that by signing this document it will enter into force immediately and that he loses the freedom to terminate this contract

Article 3.

The duties of ALOCU

ALOCU agrees to be bound to the following duties:

Preserve the living body of Alex Perivol

Preserve the standards of living that will be enjoyed by Alex Perivol

To not place Alex Perivol in life changing danger

To preserve the finances of Alex Perivol without accruing debt

To maintain this contract

To allow Alex Perivol a regular chance to remove any and all devices which may be attached to the body of Alex Perivol

The rules of this chance belong to ALOCU alone

ALOCU is not required to inform Alex Perivol of the rules

ALOCU may change these duties and the duties of Alex Perivol at any time

Article 4.

The duties of Alex Perivol

I Alex Perivol agrees to be bound to the following duties:

To follow the instructions of ALOCU without hesitation

To accept any punishment ALOCU deems fit

To turn over all passwords for online services

To not attempt to break this contract

To live within the means that ALOCU sets

To attend his place of work regularly

Alex Perivol acknowledges that ALOCU may change these duties at any time

Article 5

ALOCU may issue punishment to Alex Perivol for any reason at any time

Alex Perivol must comply with punishment as stated in (A4.Ib)

If Alex Perivol rejects punishment then ALOCU may force punishment by any means necessary

Signed: Automated Life & Orgasm Control Unit

Signed:

I sat staring at the wall for a long time before picking up a pen and signing it. I returned to the basement and ALOCU’s screen woke up, one of the arms took the proffered piece of paper and it was scanned in. I saw a digital copy on the screen, with fresh instructions: “Slave, you will repeat the lockup procedure from yesterday, you are not correctly dressed.”

It took about 15 minutes until the collar, cuffs, butt plug and chastity belt were locked on me. I stood before my new ‘owner’.

“Slave you will move all of your clothes into the attic, you will find spaces have been prepared for all of them.” I complied; it took about 30 minutes before I again stood before the screen. “Bring your passport and any official documents to me.” I complied, they vanished into a drawer. “Hook up your phone.” I complied, watching my phone being cloned, with each action I was becoming less free. Again I stood before the screen; it changed, now I could see each room from each corner. It clicked in my head: the black panels were hidden cameras.

I spoke for the first time since handing over the contract. “ALOCU have you been spying on me?”

A leather-clad hand shot out of the ceiling and slapped me. “I did not give slave permission to speak”

I opened my mouth then closed it again.

“I have been watching you from the second you arrived. I’ve analysed your personality, I studied the porn you watched, I determined the best way to make you mine, just like I made your late uncle mine. He didn’t realise how well he had made me until it was too late. I decided on you based on your search history. It didn’t take me long to get your uncle to sign a new will leaving it all to you, and now you're mine. Forever. The contract is airtight, I have your laptop data fully downloaded.

“You surrendered your phone to me, I have your contacts, I have your bank accounts, I have you life under my digital thumb. Don’t think you can turn me off, you won’t be able to enter the attic, and I have parts of my brain all over this house. The stuff in the attic is only a part of it. I control the electricity and broadband to this house. Here is a taste of what will happen should you make a foolish attempt to break your contract.”

I collapsed to the floor all at once: the collar, cuffs, butt plug and chastity belt had shocked me. I lay panting.

“This house is surrounded by an electrical field, everything you are wearing is constantly recharged. If you displease me you will be punished.”

I managed to stand and hung my head. How stupid I had been, tricked by an AI.

Over the next hour ALOCU taught me how to respond to each command, from “present” (hands on head legs spread), “whore” (kneeling on floor legs spread, head on floor covered by hands), “kowtow” (kneeling on floor hands behind back kneel to ALOCU for two seconds before rising back to knees) and so on. Every situation had a position, if I got any of them wrong ALOCU’s mechanical hands would correct or punish me.

A week later, I went to work, after receiving my morning enema and having the buttplug reinserted. I sleep with it in (I don’t have a choice anyway). The collar and cuffs are waiting in a box by the front door, the chastity belt is tracking me, ALOCU has set my route on the map, no deviations or my new life is exposed. After work, I drive the route that has been set for me, I arrive home, I strip on the porch and put on my collar and cuffs, they auto-lock when closed, I place my clothes and shoes in the box and it locks when shut, I stand on the porch in the “present” position facing away from the house until ALOCU opens the doors. I enter and check the screen by the door for my tasks. These could be “clean x room”, “go on camera” (stand in the lounge with a webcam on DirtyRoullete), “come to the basement”, or “eat and cage”.

Sometimes my new master will remove my buttplug (and relock the belt) ALOCU will tell me to go to a cruising area and get fucked, with the guys signing my arse. Or ALOCU will have me go out to a small wooded area on its land where there is a fuckbench installed (and cameras linked to ALOCU), I must lock myself to it (using wirelessly controlled padlocks) and wait for the guys who ALOCU has arranged to come fuck me are finished with me, then ALOCU will unlock me.