"Oh, poor baby," she snarled as his now painfully engorged cock continued to ooze in a steady stream without her ever touching it. She looked around ...nd noticed the continuous stream. "Well, look at that? I always knew you were a fag! You actually like this!"Christine removed her fingers and backed away. He could hear nothing but rustling sounds from behind. And then the sound of her voice...."This is it, my sweetie.You will be useless now.and forever..... Eight inches? I don't think so. Looking at Malfoy briefly, the man returned with a glass of water and a very small white ball on a saucer."Swallow this - it will stop the retching." What is it?" asked Malfoy."What do you think it is?" replied the man. "A pill. Gravol, if you must. Please take it." Malfoy felt the upper half of the bed rising seemingly of its own volition, yet he hadn't seen the healer use a wand. Strange. Now partially elevated, Malfoy obeyed the instructions given him, and put the pill in his mouth."You're. Once I threw the belt onto the floor, I turned my face into his crotch and started to rub my nose in it. I sniffed it a little too. It was slightly ripe with sweat and man stink, which turned me on. I unbuttoned his fly and unzipped his pants. His dick was so hard that I struggled with the zipper. Once I got them opened, I sat up and pulled his pants off. He had on gray boxerbriefs. His cock was aching to get out of them, as it was poking to the side. At the tip, I could see a tiny wet stain. “W-Where am I?”“R&D Center 43.”“Forty three? How many R&D centers are there?” And what did R&D mean? He could ask that later.“Classified, Alpha clearance only. Number in designation does not indicate amount.”“Um, ok, um ... uh...” He was talking to a ... a machine? “Are you ... are you alive?”“Miranda class interface protocol, version 8.3.1.”“I know! But, are you ... um ... can you think?”“Miranda class interface protocol, version 8.3.1.”Ok, if this talking, invisible machine in the walls was.