The Bisexual Tendril Machine

"The Bisexual Tendril Machine." began as a simple yaoi style story–two hot young men, friends since childhood, one strong and protective, the other compassionate and sensitive, fall in love in spite of themselves and have a lot of steamy sex.

The word yaoi began as a Japanese acronym which translates roughly to "no climax, no punch-line, no meaning." In other words, mostly just hot boy on boy sex. But there I was, staring at the unforgiving blank screen of my computer, seeking any kind of thin plot. So, I penned a personal ad for the plot: ‘Seeking Evil Vixen For World Domination. Henchmen will be brainwashed thralls serving any deviant sexual desire of said vixen. Knowledge of advanced alien science and technology required. Discretion not guaranteed. Apply within.’ And was rewarded with a group of hackers led by the ineffable (yet very F-able) Mistress Payge.

Mistress Payge is my doppelganger, my evil twin–because I always wanted to live this fantasy. I gave her a Mind control device called the “tendril machine.” Guess what I learned? It’s fun to be the bad guy. Who knew? After that, all bets were off and the story took on a life of its own.

This ‘plot,’ however, only serves as a scaffold upon which to ‘erect’ the sex scenes between the characters. Caught in her web of manipulation, we meet Chad, Kyle, and Penelope. Who become marionettes dancing on the strings of Mistress Payge's whim. Sent on missions to further her aim of world domination, sometimes the true ‘ever-person’ inside is able to thwart her purpose, other times her will is too strong.

There you have it. What started out as a simple stroke story, something for me to think about while I masturbate, grew and grew. It now encompasses mind control, male bisexuality, female bisexuality, submission, reluctance, mind control, cum eating fetish, voyeurism, sex with machines and probably much more before I’m done. If these aren’t your fetishes, don’t even bother to read on. Because everybody in this story is going to end up fucking everybody else and if you don’t like reading about men who suck each other off, or women who love pussy as much as dick, why are you still here?

Will these brave underdogs reclaim their identities and break free from the puppeteer's strings? Will they triumph over Mistress Payge's control? And most importantly do they even want to?

Honestly, the main point of this was to string together hot sex scenes. I hope I succeeded. This tale is less a banquet of narrative finesse and more a late-night fast food run of steamy scenes – naughty, gratifying, and devoid of any substantial nutritional value. Enjoy the ride, and remember, dear reader, that any semblance of plot or character development is strictly coincidental!