The Museum of Play

“If you’re not going to bother getting a job, you should use your free time to take your son to the park or a museum or something at the very least,” Debra seethed at me. “Rob, it’s been over two months since you got fired and I can’t be the only parent providing child care every day. While I’m taking care of him, you’ve just been off in another room jacking off and sticking crap up your ass. Do something else until you get out of the house.”

She had a point, but it really hurt to hear her talk to me like that mere weeks after filing for divorce. She’d found me experimenting with one of her vibrators and it brought up so many conversations that really only hurt our relationship. I didn’t want to be divorced from her, I had just needed to try something new, something she wasn’t giving me. We hadn’t even told Jason about the divorce. How would we even break that to a kid, I wondered.

“I’ll try to take him somewhere tomorrow, I promise.”

“You’d better.” She exhaled, feeling a little better now that she’d told me off. In a calmer voice she said, “I saw an ad the other day for The Museum of Play saying they’d have discount tickets this Friday to Saturday. It’s the one where every exhibit is interactive, very kid friendly. So just take him to that, it shouldn’t cost too much and Jason really liked it the last time he went.”

I didn’t know how much I’d be able to see my son once the divorce proceeded forward, so I went to Jason’s room to tell him we’d go the following morning, and he seemed excited.

If I had known then what events would happen as a result of visiting The Museum of Play, I might have never gone but I certainly don’t regret it anymore.

We arrived at the museum at 10am when it opened and got in line to purchase tickets. The ticket seller was a nice-looking young woman, and I told her I wanted one child-ticket and one adult ticket.

“Okay, sir, I can take care of that for you, but did you come here for the special exhibit today? It would be an additional $10 for the adult ticket but the children’s ticket would then become free. It’s your choice depending on the length of your visit.”

I turned to Jason and asked “What do you think, kiddo? Want to see the special exhibit?” He nodded back to me. So I turned back to the ticket seller, gave her my card and bought the special exhibit and general admission tickets.

I grabbed a map of the exhibits and we entered the general museum area. We walked around for about an hour, Jason played with most of the exhibits, and we were having a nice father-son moment. And then my phone rang, it was Debra. I ignored it, and a minute later she called back. I picked up.

“Hi Debra, we’re still at the museum, can you give us our time here, Jason’s having a really good time.” All I could hear back was muffled crying. “Debra, are you there?”

She managed to control the crying for a moment. “I need to come pick up Jason. My mom just had a bad fall and they’re rushing her to the E.R. but they think she won’t make it. He needs to be able to say goodbye to her, I need to say goodbye too. I’m already heading your way, wait for me by the entrance.”

I didn’t break the news to Jason, but I told him we had to go wait by the entrance. “Okay Jason, whatever happens today I need you to be brave for your mom, okay? You’re ten years old now and life can be tough, but it’s important you be there for the people that need you, and that you take care of the people you love in the way they need it most.”

I gave him a pat on his curly hair, hugged him, and then said goodbye as Debra pulled up. It was the last time I’d say goodbye to him.

When I tried going back into the general museum area to get the rest of my money’s worth for the tickets, I was denied entry because they had already taken my tickets. The worker clearly felt bad, which made me feel a little bit better, but I was mad all I had left were the tickets to the special exhibit. I wandered back to the ticket office and asked the worker where the special exhibition was located since I couldn’t find it on the map. She pointed toward a skinny hallway.

After walking down it, I found another ticket-taker, this time it was a young guy with a small desk and computer on it. “Here for the special exhibit?” he asked. I nodded. “Alright then, if I could just see your ticket as well as your ID, since this is an 18+ area of the museum.”

I found it odd since they’d sold a ticket for Jason too, but I handed him my ID anyways, he scanned it, and then I walked into a large atrium with a lot of colored glass windows casting some beautiful shadows onto the floor. I quickly noticed a large sculpture of a penis in the center of the room. The word PLAY was written on it vertically. I think I should’ve found it strange but I was too mad at Debra to care in that moment. The air was heavy, almost chemical, but after a few moments of breathing it in I started to feel it less.

It appeared that there were three sub-areas branching off the room, but they were all unmarked. From where I stood at the entrance, one looked kind of like it contained a small cafeteria, one looked like it contained a mini-homestead, and the last looked like it had a futuristic setup. I had no clue where to start, but as it turned out, I wouldn’t have to figure it out for myself.

A man in his mid-thirties starting walking out of the cafeteria-looking area and waved to me. He had a solid black suit on, and he looked to be about my size and weight, a bit of a gut but in a way people these days liked. As he got closer to me he announced himself, “Hello, good morning! I’m Marcus I’m the curator of the exhibit and you’re our first guest of the day. Please, allow me to show you around at least part of the exhibition.”

He stuck out his hand to shake and I took it. It was unpleasantly wet, or maybe it was greasy. In any case it was mildly unpleasant but I didn’t want to be rude and didn’t wipe it on my cargo shorts. “Alright, Robert Eagen, let’s begin, please follow me over into the cafeteria part of the exhibition.” He must’ve gotten my name from the attendant that scanned my ID, which I thought weird at the time.

As we walked over to that area, I asked him what the point of the exhibit was, and why there was a giant dick in the entrance area.

“All good questions!” he responded. “The point of this exhibit is to experience and witness three different stages of play that all humans go through, from younger life into adulthood and beyond. That statue in the entrance is to represent the most basic foundational form of play, the play of the body. Patrons are encouraged to participate in the pleasures of the body as intensely as they like while they spend time here.”

We finally arrived in the cafeteria area and I could see several counters topped with truly delicious looking food, piles of burgers at one station, another with what looked like a bunch of Chinese beef and chicken, one had a bunch of ring-donuts and another just had fries on it.

“In this area,” Marcus said, “you are encouraged to play with your food, and eat as much or as little as you’d like. The food was included with your admission,. I’ll leave you to it in just a moment, but first I’d just like to point out that once you’ve finished your time in here, it would be best to proceed to the homestead area, and then the future area. I’ve got work to do in my office, but if you really need assistance or have burning questions on an exhibit, just holler for me and I’ll try to come as soon as I can. Have fun.”

And he walked off, leaving me alone with all the food. I grabbed a burger, some fries, and two beers. I sat down at a table and saw that the word PLAY was painted onto the surface. I didn’t really know what he meant by “play with your food.” I wasn’t a five year old anymore, when I needed to eat, I just ate. Simple as that. So I just started eating, and didn’t actually play with anything. My stomach seemed pleased after the first few bites of burger so I gave it a light rub. I’d wanted to lose some weight but it didn’t feel worth it to give up good food like this. My hands felt even more greasy than they had when Marcus shook my hand, I wondered what he’d had on it.

I quickly realized there were no napkins and so I wiped my hands on my cargo shorts but the grease wouldn’t go away. I ate a little more until I felt full, after all it was lunch time, and then I chugged the beer. It tasted strong, and even though I had a pretty high tolerance to alcohol, I started immediately feeling some of the effects of this one. My head was getting a little bit foggy but in a way I was enjoying.

I looked at my hands and they were still so greasy. I looked out into the atrium and started staring at the dick statue as I drank the second beer. Without realizing it, I noticed that my hand was down my pants. Instead of wiping them on my shorts, I guess I’d wiped them all over my dick and balls. I guess that’s what I get for day drinking and staring at a giant cock, I thought. At least it felt kind of nice, since my crotch started feeling slick from the grease on my hands.

I decided to go back for more food even though I was full, and felt like getting sloppy with it this time. Burgers and fries were meant to be sloppy. I started mashing the fries into a wad with my hand and tore apart the burger bun, using it to wipe the grease off my beard. I guess I’d started playing with my food after all. One hand shoved fries in my mouth as the other rubbed my cock through my pants. No one was around to see so what did it matter? I moaned a little bit, either because of the food or the cock rubbing, I was feeling great. My hands were still so greasy, so I wiped them on my balls just like before, my dense bush soaking up some of the oil. I sloppily licked the rest off my fingers.

My head was still a bit foggy, but the food and beer put me into a great mood, and I was starting to feel ready for anything I encountered. In the back of my mind, I wondered why I’d just gorged myself on so much food, and why I’d wiped so much grease on my dick, but something about the air I’d been breathing and the strong beer kept me from lingering on it too long. All I was really thinking was how much fun it had been to play with my food.

I started walking to the homestead area and the closer I got, the more I felt like I was hearing the sound of men moaning, it was really peculiar at the time. When I turned the corner, I was greeted by a small house set up in the area, it had a medium sized front yard with a white picket fence, and it looked like a small path on the side led to an enclosed garden. I kept hearing the moaning so I peered over the fence and saw… two men fucking. It should’ve shocked me, but I’d had all that beer so I just started watching.

The guys were fucking doggystyle and I couldn’t see their faces but their bodies were really really into it. Hair covered the one guy’s back, and it was getting slicked down with sweat, dripping down his back. Which brought me to seeing his ass, covered in hair and there was something sticking out of it… a dog’s tail. It was bouncing up and down with every thrust he did into the guy bottoming. Is this what play was? I watched, dumbfounded by all the public sex until suddenly, my head felt clear for the first time since coming into the special exhibition.

“What a crazy museum, what the fuck is this?” I said aloud. The guys must’ve heard me because they turned their faces toward me, surprisingly expressionless besides the occasional small shudder when a powerful thrust happened.

“Would you like to play?” the bottom asked, still getting violently fucked.

“We can swap out or add a third if you want,” said the top, still doing some violent fucking.

“No, I mean, thanks but no, I don’t even know what I’m supposed to play with here, is it even okay to be fucking in a public spot like this?” I caught myself staring at the bottom’s cock, erect and pointed at the ground, a dribble of pre-cum starting to form at its head and I stopped asking questions, momentarily phased by the play I was witnessing.

I just kept watching and eventually the guys turned away to finish up. Eventually they both came and I could see a lot of cum pooling on the fake grass. It wouldn’t sink in because it was plastic, and it glistened nicely in the light. I wasn’t turned on by it, yet when I finally turned away to head for the house I noticed that my hand was once again inside my pants, feeling up my cock. It was still greasy, and felt a little bigger than it had before. Some part of me had wanted to join after all.

When I realized this, I walked into the fenced area where the two guys were spooning for after-care and asked, “Is it too late?” I didn’t even fully know what I was saying.

“Of course not!” the bottom said. “We’ll be putting on another demonstration in about half an hour. As the family dogs, we love to play with people, we’re very friendly. You can play with yourself in the meantime,” he added, gesturing to my hand squirming in my pants against my will.

It was such a strangely non-sexual conversation. A minute ago they’d been fucking like they were in heat, but now it just seemed like it was a job to them. They had to have been workers but was that really the type of play that I was supposed to be doing in the homestead area? Fuck in public? I’d only ever fucked my wife in private but for some reason, the museum had an air about it. An air of experimentation, that’s all play really was, maybe.

I again turned toward the house, this time deciding to go in. My head was swimming with thoughts of that top’s hairy back and ass. The door to the house was locked. I tried pulling a little harder but it still wouldn’t budge. Eventually I realized that the doormat I was standing on read “Employees only. Patrons may enjoy the garden.”

Frustrated by how it wasted my time I walked along the small path to the garden and was met with a gate and a sign that read, “No shirts or shoes allowed in the garden.” I thought for a moment about if I even wanted to see the inside of the garden. I’d never been much of a gardener and I didn’t know what type of play could even happen there.

 But before I’d even finished considering my options, somehow I’d already peeled of my t-shirt and taken off my sandals. I hadn’t worn an undershirt that day so my body was now on display, and I seemed not to care.

My gut bulged out a little more than I remembered, it must have been because of all the food and beer I had over at the cafeteria, but despite that I was feeling pretty hot. My chest hair had fully grown back in after I’d foolishly shaved it per a request by Debra months before, and I had even more now than the hairy top twenty feet away. I slicked up my chest hair with a bit of the grease that was on my hands and felt like a real man.

Because I now met the requirements, I stepped inside the garden. I was immediately hit with a bunch of new smells, very different than the ones in the other parts of the museum. It felt like the staff had been pumping in something medicinal because my body started feeling all tingly, especially the parts I’d lubed up with the grease. There were lots of piles of leaves to jump into, and for a moment I recaptured a little bit of child-like joy. I realized I’d forgotten how to play, beat it out of myself after so many years of being an adult and a dad. It was so freeing to have my body exposed to the world of that garden, and it was fun to feel the play of leaves against my hairy back.

In another section of the garden there was an arts and crafts section, with a bunch of pieces of vine. A plaque read, “Have fun weaving together these vines into a fun accessory to enhance your play!” At first I tried weaving some type of crown so I could pretend to be a king, but it proved hard because the vines were so small. So I decided to make a bracelet but this time it was too small. But I didn’t want to waste it so I thought about other parts of my body that could wear it. My ankles? No. Maybe my cock?

I tried it out, and I’d unintentionally made something that fit perfectly around my cock and balls, and the tightness was just right. It pushed the balls away from my body and forced some more blood into my semi-hard-on. I hadn’t even realized I’d started getting hard, but it must’ve been whatever the smell in the garden was. Almost like I’d been smelling an aphrodisiac or something.

My head was still pretty foggy and I thought it could be a good idea to go get some air outside the exhibition hall, if they’d let me come back in to finish it up after, since I did still have Jason’s ticket. I thought I could maybe take some time in a bathroom to jack off so I wouldn’t be wasting all the nice lube the place had provided.

When I exited the garden, my shirt and sandals were gone. I walked over to the two pups and asked if they’d seen them, to which they responded no. To be nice though, they called Marcus and he came to me to assist. He arrived carrying what looked like a beer and handed it to me.

“I’m very sorry about that, it must have been our maintenance guy,” he said. “I can run to our gift shop and get you set up with some replacements very soon, while I do that though you could explore the future section of the exhibit.”

By this point my head had been starting to clear up a bit, and I was annoyed at my clothes being stolen. So I said to him, “Thanks, I mean, I appreciate it, but I don’t really know how much more I want to see. I’ve got a bit of a headache that I want to get some air for and a, uh, another thing I’d like to, uh, play with when I’ve got a moment.”

“Please just give the future section a chance while I get you some clothes. I’m sorry to hear you were disappointed, maybe go have some refreshments with the beer?” And he quickly walked off, looking sad.

I did go back to get some more food with the beer, and my light-headedness came back. I stuffed a few more burgers down my throat and my hands got greasy again, and found their way onto my cock and my asshole too this time. It should’ve surprised me that my ass felt more hairy than usual, but I barely noticed since it felt so good to get lubed up. It didn’t even occur to me anymore that I should’ve left. My thoughts just kept straying back to those two men acting like dogs. I didn’t play with them when I had the chance. They’d been having so much fun playing, and all I’d done was watch. After shoving another handful of fries into my stomach I decided to head for the future section so that I could see what it was about. If it was lame I could always go play with the dogs, I thought.

All there was in the section was a weird armchair. Instead of being a whole seat, there was a hole bored into the seat and it looked weirdly high tech with a lot of lights running up the sides. My hazy brain decided to sit down in it to try and collect my thoughts and sober up a little bit. It was strangely comfortable but nothing happened, and there were no signs instructing me how to play. After a few minutes of sitting around, Marcus finally arrived and chuckled a little bit to see my futility. He was carrying a small bundle of clothes.

“Robert, that’s not quite how you use it. It’s really only comfortable when you don’t have shorts or underwear on. Here, I’ll show you.”

He quickly stripped out of his suit with absolutely no shame. I was staring, and he could tell, and he didn’t care. He did have a bit of a hairy gut but his legs were quite muscular. When he took off his underwear a pretty big cock flopped out, it seemed semi hard. I could only assume that was because of the sight of me. It occurred to me for only a brief moment how weird all the nudity was in this place, I’d always thought when you’re nude it’s because you were gonna get horny but for the three guys I’d met it was really just a job.

“So this is how you need to look in order for it to work, I’m trying to lead by example. You try.”

I got up and hastily undid my shorts and thrust them to the ground along with my boxers. It felt like such a normal thing to do. I’d never been naked in front of a guy before, and I just kept staring at that cock, only a bit bigger than mine, but mine was thicker. I’d felt so comfortable earlier showing my chest to the world, this felt like a natural next step, and after all, there weren’t too many people around. “Does it matter that I’ve lubed up my hole and cock? I don’t want to mess up the machine.”

“All the better!”

“Oh, okay then, so I just sit down then?” He nodded.

I sat down, and as though it knew I was now naked, it strapped my arms and legs to the chair legs with mechanical precision. I stayed calm because I’d had too much beer to really care much. A television screen came out of the ceiling in front of me, and next to the chair rose a small podium with an electronic tablet on it.

I was curious and asked, “So what type of play happens here?”

“When you came in we scanned your ID, and so in this part of the exhibit we impose your face onto a pornographic film dictated by whatever you choose on the tablet and then display it on that TV while you get played with. Most of the films are in the public domain so it’s unlikely that any big names will appear in the title card. Eventually the idea is to have a member of staff in the chair during business hours, and then the guest selects the type of film to be shown and then play with the staff and themselves, but that position is open at the moment. What type of play are you in the mood to experience? I’ll get it cued up for you.”

It didn’t take me much time to decide, I wanted something that reminded me of those men playing dogs, and that’s what I told Marcus.

“Okay, I’ll get some good hairy pup play cued up for you and then assist however you’d like. The tablet is on a twenty-minute timer so eventually it’ll stop and then you can get out of the chair, get dressed, and we’ll wish you a good rest of the day.”

He pressed a button on the tablet and the television sprang to life, showing two men, both extremely hairy wearing dog tails and masks wrestling with each other. But so far I wasn’t feeling anything play with me, and I was thinking it had to all take place in my head. After a minute of wrestling, both pups were getting hard and started to hump each other.

One pulled off its mask and immediately started to push it into the other’s hole. The bottom started yelping and growling, only to switch to sexual growling a moment later. It pulled off its mask to reveal my face. Suddenly, the top got its cock into the bottom, and at the same time I felt something enter me from below. There was a dildo built into the chair and it was shoving itself into my hole at the same speed as the man fucking me on the television screen. They were fucking at a steady pace, and my hole was getting rubbed just as consistently. It had been over a week since my prostate had been hit, and I couldn’t help feeling like all the lubing I’d done minutes prior was only increasing the carnal lust I was feeling.

I’d never watched myself fuck before, and even though I knew this wasn’t me, I increasingly felt like a dog and moaned in time with the hairy dog that I had a few pounds on. My cock was overstuffed with energy, bobbing up and down of its own will every time my prostate got hit. The head was glistening but my hands were held down and I couldn’t touch it.

“Need a hand, Robert?” Marcus asked. I nodded desperately.

He started stroking my thighs as I continued watching the screen. I didn’t know how many minutes had passed but this was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. In the future, play would be great, but the future for me was right there in that moment. Marcus moved his hand to my throbbing cock and started stroking it. On the screen the top was thrusting slower than before, but much harder. My body shook as much as it could with every new penetration. I was being treated so gently and kindly by Marcus while the pup that looked like me was being ravaged. I’d never had such a disparate sexual experience.

When the top on TV finally came into my double on screen with a final, intense push inside, I felt the dildo go so far in I wondered if it would ever come out, and I came harder than I ever had before. The cock ring I’d made restricted my balls so tightly that cumming pulled my whole body forward with every spurt. My hairy stomach heaved forward with labored breathing and Marcus wouldn’t stop jacking it, pulling me as far forward as the restraints could as the throbbing intensified. I took my eyes off the screen to see that I’d sprayed all over Marcus’s face and chest, and as my cumming subsided to a dribble I muttered a “sorry” and started to take several deep breaths.

The twenty minutes ended and the chair released me, and I fell to the ground from the intensity of my orgasm. My face was near a pool of my own cum and I almost licked it up, but cumming had finally started to clear my head, and I had a surprising amount of clarity. But it felt like a different mind than I’d had before. It felt like there was no going back, and I’d awakened a more gay part of myself than I’d known before. It had been good play. Definitely worth the cost of admission. My body felt refreshed, I later realized it was because I’d never came while getting fucked.

“That was great,” I said in a low voice. “That was a great exhibit, thank you.”

Marcus wiped my cum off his face and chest delicately, but some remained trapped in his chest hair. “Thanks! It’s what we aim for here. I can show you to a washroom where you can get changed.”

He took me to a bathroom with the bundle of clothes he’d grabbed (a fresh black thong, shorts and a tank top), and as I was getting changed, I was looking at myself in the mirror. I definitely looked a bit heavier than I had coming in, and there was more hair on my chest than there had been before as well. Now I almost couldn’t see my skin beneath all the wiry hairs, and it was definitely a nice sight to behold. I never found out why.

Marcus splashed some water on his face and rinsed off the drying cum.

“Hey, Marcus?” I asked while slipping the thong around my thick member. He turned to me in acknowledgement. “You said that chair needs a staff member, right? I was wondering if I could apply.” My dick didn’t want to fit in the thong, it was definitely bigger than it had been in the morning when I’d jacked off

He smiled at me and gestured to the door to the museum. “Let’s go to my office and start the paperwork.”

A week later I was starting work at the museum. I was hot with anticipation of what type of people would come to visit and play with me, and excited to get a paycheck I could use to hire a lawyer to fight for custody of Jason. I’d been in the chair for about thirty minutes with no patrons stopping by, so Marcus came to pay me a visit.

“How goes it?” he asked. “Anybody come visit you yet?” I looked down dejectedly. “Oh, sorry to hear that, I’m sure someone will come by soon. Oh, and just so you know, we’ll be closed for the next few days so your next shift will be in four days, on Tuesday. I’ve got a family engagement tonight so I’ll be leaving early, just let yourself out once the exhibit is closed.” I nodded in acknowledgement.

He left me to my business, and in the afternoon a few people came by and played some rather vanilla films with my face in them, mostly just missionary stuff, and no-one touched me, they just touched themselves. About twenty minutes before closing a young guy came by. He had a malicious smirk on his face as he started typing things into the pad.

The TV screen flashed on and the left half showed a black and white spiral as though he was going to try and hypnotize me. Very funny, I thought to myself. I knew I wouldn’t be hypnotized by anything, especially not in a mere twenty minutes. The right half of the screen showed a guy with my face getting brutally fucked in the ass, so I started getting brutally fucked in the ass by the chair, but I was prepared for this, I’d been training and practicing all week. What I wasn’t prepared for was the kid throwing the tablet on the ground, destroying it. He ran off and I called for someone to come help, but no-one came. The dog-men were off on Fridays and Marcus had left for his family engagement.

Sound starting playing from the TV, but mostly just spewing random words that I could easily disregard. “Obey. Worthless. Hungry for cock. Obey. Dumb. Gay. Stupid. Lustful. Animal.” I was frankly annoyed that it wasn’t anything more interesting to watch, and I was waiting for the twenty minutes to run out. But then I remembered that the tablet controlled that, and I started to panic. My ass was still being attacked at a crazy fast rate as those same words were being projected next to my face. “Obey. Stupid. Lustful. Gay. Hungry for cock.”

At 5 o’clock an announcement came on over the museum speakers announcing that the museum was closing. Over twenty minutes had passed and the TV would not turn off. The museum lights shut off, but the machine did not. No-one was coming for me. A day passed, I was still getting fucked and being told I was worthless. Another day passed, and I was still getting fucked and I was starting to think no-one would come for stupid me who didn’t think to ask about a fail-safe for the chair. I thought I’d never escape, my body was in ecstatic pleasure but my mind started to fade as the dildo kept pumping into me. Every time I felt it hit my prostate I was told to be stupid and lustful.

There seemed to be no end. I tried not to watch the spiral but without trying to I couldn’t help but watch it. My cock had been throbbing for days now, even without a cock ring and all I could think about was how hungry for cock I was. I knew I’d need food and water soon, but all I wanted was to drink some cum from Marcus or the pups, or whoever was fucking the guy with my face on screen. I knew I needed to obey, but obey who? The video wouldn’t say, and I couldn’t think of anybody. I needed someone to do my thinking for me.

I grew so thirsty and hungry by day four that every time some cum dripped out of my cock, all I could think of was how sweet it would’ve been to drink some of that by the gallon. I thought of how foolish and stupid it was that I didn’t lick my cum off the ground a week ago, or off of Marcus’s face. I had felt so sexually open a week ago, but now I just felt gay and I was increasingly okay with it. If I could ever get out of the chair I’d let my ass be free for any guy that wanted it.

By the end of the last day, I was brainless. I’d been staring straight at the spiral for over twelve hours, all I knew anymore was the constant pulsing in my ass and that I was gay and stupid and lustful. I’d become so comfortable with the dildo pounding it I almost didn’t feel it.

The lights came on.

“Christ!” I heard someone shout. “Nobody let Rob out on Friday. Fuck what’re we gonna do with him, somebody get him some water!”

One of the guys playing dogs turned the dial down and carried me to the cafeteria and forced some water down my throat. I couldn’t speak at first, I couldn’t think of anything to say. I ate some food, and I thought back to how desperate I’d been to drink some cum only a day ago. But when I thought even harder about it, the desire didn’t go away. All I knew was my hunger for the cock, his cock. My body had needed water, but now I found myself with a new need. I got down on my knees and pawed a hand at the man’s dick.

“Please, I’m thirsty,” I said.

I reached a hand behind myself and felt up my hole, it was so loose and stretchy after days of pounding, but I knew that it needed something again. I’d lost my mind, it had been surrendered to my body.

I sucked dick for the first time that day, I can’t believe it took so long. I was pretty bad at it, but I needed it more than I’d needed anything before. He didn’t want to cum in my mouth but I begged for it. He obliged.

The museum staff was really kind to me after that. I’d lost all sense of purpose aside from playing, but they continued to employ me, even when the exhibit started traveling. I was always the guy in the chair, nameless to those who visited me, and friendly to those who played with me. I had the position for years, and it was relatively uneventful. It became just another job, a job that satisfied my physical needs. I hadn’t seen my family in probably about ten years, but they weren’t really on my mind anymore, and I didn’t have the brainpower to keep in touch anyways.

There was just one shift, when the exhibit returned to The Museum of Play, that reminded me of how I used to feel.

Not many people showed up that Tuesday, the exhibit hadn’t been doing well so I hadn’t cum in days. But at one point, a twenty-something guy with curly hair showed up, and he messed with the tablet (now in a heavy duty case cemented onto the podium). The video he pulled up was a YouTube home video, not even pornography, a first for me. There was a man with my face helping a kid with curly hair build a lemonade stand, it was a pretty goofy video. The dad had his shirt off, and he was more trim and less hairy than me. The dildo was nowhere near my ass, this wasn’t a sexual video at all and I wondered why he put it on.

He told me he was going to ride my dick while we watched the video together. I did what I’d been doing for years and years, I obeyed.

I nodded yes, and he stripped all of his clothes off far faster than I would have at his age. He climbed on top of me, facing himself toward the screen and slid my erect cock into his ass, he’d come in lubed, or had stopped at the cafeteria. I tore my eyes away from the screen and just stared at this boy’s back as he bobbed up and down. I didn’t want to watch the screen, it reminded me of too many memories that I didn’t have the energy to remember. He rode me so ferociously I was wondering if he was in a rush. He was jacking himself off too, and with every stroke of his shaft I could feel his hole tightening around my cock.

Because I hadn’t cum in days, I had an explosive orgasm in his ass after ten minutes of grinding, but he just kept bobbing up and down, even as my cum started to drip out of his ass and back onto my cock and balls. When he came he started growling and shaking and his smooth back broke out in a sweat. He eventually stopped, and climbed off my cock. The museum air was cool on my cum-covered dick.

He inspected the ground and scooped up the cum he’d spent there. “Now, eat this,” he ordered. And I did, sloppily, but I did. “Thanks, whatever your name is. You just kind of look like someone I used to know and this was the last place I saw him, but you can’t be him. This machine they’ve got here for you is pretty cool, and they have a decent selection of porno movies. I’ll play one I starred in for you and then I’m heading home.”

He fiddled with the tablet a little bit until he found what he wanted, and the TV flashed on. This one started with a title card, “Jason Eagen 20-daddy gangbang.” My eyes went wide, but Jason didn’t notice it. On the TV, my face was plastered on all twenty guys instead of on the bottom, and I watched the film with Jason right next to me. I had to watch twenty hot and hairy versions of myself fuck him, and my dick was twitching back to life with every thrust I did into him.

“Pretty cool, right?” he asked. He leaned his arm over me and ran his hands through my chest hair. He reached his hand down and collected what cum he could off my cock and then licked it off his fingers. “Guess your cum tastes pretty good man. Thanks for the snack. See ya!”

And he started walking off. The twenty minutes were up, the chair released me. I stood up, weak from the powerful orgasm and the realization I’d just watched myself fuck my son after actually fucking my son. I started to walk after him, but he was already gone. My knees went weak and I fell to the floor and tried to process all my emotions, but I couldn’t. It was too hard to even try to think about them.

A minute later Marcus came by to scold me for leaving my post. He ordered me back to the chair and put on a video where a son was fucking his dad, and my face was on the dad, and the dildo was in my ass just like it always was, the future was now. It was back to business as usual. I didn’t know if Jason would come back, and in any case it was too much energy to try and bring back my memories of him. I told myself I’d ask Marcus if he could play any more films with Jason Eagen, but until then I couldn’t wait for the day somebody decided to play the Jason Eagen twenty-daddy gangbang again.

The End