Bellamurph

The Simulation

Matt's POV

Murph is our creator, I am caged in his simulation. He is my captor, but I have fallen for him, I suppose you could call it a case of Stockholm Syndrome...

I lay on floor staring up at the ceiling, I hear something approching. Mechanical parts clicking together, cogs churning. The sounds stop as it reaches my door.

The door swings open to reveal the source of the noise. It's the Creator, Murph.

The way he stands there, looking so controlling. It really turns me on.

"Subject: Matthew Bellamy, I can sense your emotions. Is there something you'd like to tell me?"

"Oh yes dear Creator, I want you." I feel a tightening in my trousers as the machine shoots a cold stare at me.

"You want me?"

"Yes, please Creator I want you now!"

"Beg for me, get down on your knees Subject?" He raises he robotic voice, turning me on even more. I follow his command.

"Please Creator, I want you to fuck me, I have devoted my entire existence to you, I need you please!" I put on my best pouting face. It clearly works.

"On this one occasion, I shall satisfy your wish Subject." Murph turns the latch on his compartment to reveal his length. I sit back and admire it, before quietly removing my own clothing leaving my naked body laying in front eyes.

Murph waste no time, he holds onto my wrists and holds them tightly above my head. He uses his free claw to grap my hard nipple, he twists it with his cold, metal grippers. He repeats the action on my other nipple. I writhe underneath the machine, softly moaning at his actions.

He trails one digit down to my hard cock, brushing it over the tip. I inhale sharply due to the sensation.

He moves his claw away. Before I can protest, he oils his member and one of his claws and sticks it inside of me, he rotates his claw to ensure that my asshole has sufficient lubricant. I scream out his name, as pain and pleasure shoot through my body.

He pulls out his claw and places his dick at my entrance. He pushes into me, the feeling takes my breath away. He's inside of me, I've been waiting for this moment for years and it's finally happening.

The Creator begins to thrust into me, I scream his name.

Murph proves to be very skillful, he hits my prostate every single time with pinpoint accuracy. I struggle to control my body as strong waves of pleasure travel around my body at lightning speed.

I feel my orgasm making itself known, on the next thrust I feel my orgasm hit me like a bullet train. I scream as I paint myself and a small portion of Murph metal plating with my creamy liquid.

Satisfied, the Creator pulls out of me and retreats his dick, then closes the latch to hide his member. My body still tingling after my intense orgasm.

"What do you say Subject?"

"Thank you... dear Creator." Words broken among heavy breathing.