I’m submitting a trans/gay story for a non-trans/gay contest in the hope readers will judge it on the handling of the theme rather than just on its orientation. Guess we’ll see.
Just to spell things out, this is a story about the limits of the “Turing test” for strong AI, which says that if an evaluator looks at the communication between two “partners,” one of whom is human and the other a computer, and cannot tell from the communication itself which of the partners is human then this means the computer has demonstrated true intelligent behavior. But the “Chinese room” thought experiment shows that even if something gives human-like responses an observer can never absolutely prove that human-like thought processes are producing them.
Or I could just say that even abstruse philosophical concepts can be used as the basis for porn, if you try hard enough. 🙂
“Is there anything I can do for you, sir?”
“Not likely,” Alex sighed.
Clive doesn’t give up that easy, it’s just not the way he’s built. “I’m afraid I will need further information if I am to help you.”
“Can you convince Heather I’m more of a stud than that fucker Vince Cheng?” Alex said.
Clive digested this. “I am unsure, but I suspect this is not within my capabilities. You appear to be under stress. Would you like a massage, sir?”
Alex shrugged. “Why not?”
“What sort of massage would you like? Scalp, neck, back, foot …”
“Back.”
“Please remove your shirt and lie down on the couch, sir.”
Alex did. Clive moved closer and extended his arms, bringing his hands down flat on Alex’s back. He began moving them in expanding circles, using his fingers to knead the muscles under the skin. Alex realized he was more knotted up than he’d thought.
“A bit warmer, Clive,” Alex murmured.
“Certainly, sir.” Clive’s fingers warmed up several degrees as he continued the massage, the slick, malleable surface of his skin seeming to sink deeper into Alex’s tissues as his hands rubbed and stroked away the tensions there. Clive began spreading his fingers apart, allowing one on each hand to curve around Alex’s sides and the tops of his shoulders and extend the massage into these areas while the remaining fingers continued to rub his back.
Fifteen minutes later Alex was limply relaxed and in a somewhat better mood.
“Should I continue the massage, sir?” Clive asked.
“No, any more and I’ll fall asleep,” Alex decided regretfully.
Clive withdrew his arms. “Is there anything else I can do for you, sir?”
“No, I’m good.”
“Then I will return to my housekeeping duties.”
Alex sat back up and pulled on his shirt while Clive rotated one-eighty and rolled off into the kitchen.
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Alex felt extremely lucky to have Clive. He certainly couldn’t have afforded even one of the most basic models of home servitor on his income as a technical writer. His Aunt Sora however was a bigwig in a robotics company, and she’d gotten Alex a side-gig as a “field tester” for their home servitor prototypes. Basically this meant Alex got a very advanced servitor in his apartment cost-free and all he had to do was write up a monthly report on his experiences with it.
Or with him, Alex supposed he should say. Alex had evaluated two prototype servitors before Clive and with each of them he always wrote and thought of the device as “it,” but with Clive things felt very different. The programming/AI working group had gotten the latest model’s capabilities, mannerisms and speech/response patterns to the point where talking to Clive very often seemed like conversing with an actual person rather than issuing instructions to a machine. Alex quickly started to think of the machine as “him” rather than an it.
Clive was quite advanced in other ways, too. His hands had three digits which could be fanned flat like fingers, but each was also capable of opposition to any of the others like a thumb. His arms and hands had delicate force-feedback that allowed him to pick up an egg, a coin, a heavy rock, or an adult human with equal facility. His arms had even more range of motion than a human’s did and could extend and retract at will. He could balance on any two of his three wheels and essentially could go anywhere a human could indoors, even up stairs. And they’d put in several clever minor features like the heating mechanism in the fingers and a “expressive” voicebox that allowed him to modulate his voice and adopt various tones, for instance to admonish children who were doing something they shouldn’t.
The biggest advance made with this prototype though was in adaptive behavior. All the more advanced servitors did this to some extent, but Clive was capable of self-actuated pattern recognition and machine learning without any further programming or user-specified input. For instance, say for a number of days in a row his owner came home from work, went to the kitchen, got a cold beer and poured it in a glass, all in front of Clive. The next time she came home Clive might greet her with a cold beer and a glass in his hands, ready to pour. The programmers had done such a marvelous job with this that it felt rather uncanny to have Clive anticipate Alex’s wishes from simple observation.
Like most recent commercial servitors Clive was also wirelessly connected to the servnet (what was once upon a time called the “internet of things” as if none of the rest of the internet was about “things”), allowing him to do stuff like find out his owner’s past preference in vodka so that he knew which one to order from the store if he was told “buy vodka,” or if his owner enjoyed a dish prepared by a servitor in a restaurant or someone else’s home Clive could get the recipe.
Apparently people used to be paranoid about such information being “known” by businesses or the government, but in modern times pretty much everyone realizes that there’s such a huge mass of data of this sort out there that, the machines aside, nobody pays any attention to your little quirks. It may be true that a bunch of computers out there “know” you purchased a copy of the video “Buttman and Rubbin’ Meat the Wonder Whore” and that you’ve never watched it all the way through but have streamed parts of it a grand total of five times. But it’s extremely unlikely any actual human being other than yourself is aware of this fact. So it made no difference whatsoever that the information is “available” in a theoretic sense.
At least, that’s what Alex thought at the time.
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It was after Alex got Clive that his relationship with Heather, which had been wobbly for some time, fell apart completely. Alex always had trouble getting girls. He was short, slight, and rather shy. Girls liked to talk to him well enough, even praising him for being a good listener, but all that stuff about women wanting a “sensitive” boyfriend was just so much bullshit as far as Alex could tell. The women Alex were attracted to inevitably preferred tall, ruggedly handsome guys who were charming and could tell plausible lies and ended up treating them like dirt. Sort of the way these women then turned around and treated Alex, when you get right down to it.
Heather had been on the rebound from a macho asshole of that sort when Alex met her, and they’d had a good run together for six months. Eventually though she stopped talking about how thoughtful and deferential Alex was with her and started to complain that he was too indecisive and never stood up for his “rights,” at which point Alex could read the writing on the wall. Of course it didn’t help that other men always seemed to pick up on the fact that Alex was pretty much incapable of fending off predators, so Heather frequently got hit on by exactly those rugged, macho types at bars and parties even when Alex was with her. Eventually she became attracted enough to one of them, Vince Cheng, that she started meeting him “just for coffee.” While she and Alex were officially a couple for another month, Alex was certain the whole time she would be dumping him before long.
A few weeks after the breakup happened Alex was in a spiral of depression from missing Heather, and also from missing the sex he’d had with Heather. He’d gone out to his usual pick-up spots with his usual lack of success, and was wondering how long it would take him this time to find a woman willing to get intimate. In these circumstances Alex’s thoughts inevitably turned to the locked suitcase under his bed.
Alex didn’t think of himself as transsexual or anything. He’d never gone out dressed up, he’d never done any camming or posted pics of himself dressed up, and he didn’t want to become a woman or start crossdressing full-time. It was more of a game he played on occasion, usually when he was depressed or frustrated, a game which he’d played since he discovered the excitement found in putting on his sister’s panties. When he played the game meant he’d put on lingerie, strut around and pose in mirrors, maybe toy with his asshole a little, and masturbate. Alex always felt a bit ashamed about the habit (especially after he’d cum) and from time to time made a resolution to stop. But he always came back to the game, especially in periods when he felt particularly rejected or unloved.
Alex admitted to himself that a big part of the game was imagining being with a man, a dominant man of the sort women seemed to go for. Also fantasizing about what such a man might demand from Alex or force him to do. That fantasy made the whole thing much more exciting, as did including a little self-bondage while wearing lingerie. Alex also had occasional dreams involving sex with other men, which could occur even while he was in a relationship with a woman (he’d had them during his time with Heather, for instance). But in Alex’s opinion that didn’t mean he was a closeted gay or bisexual or something along those lines. His reasoning was that the game was just a game, no one can control their dreams which didn’t mean anything anyway, he was attracted to women, and his past relationships were always with women. All that meant he must be straight, right?
Anyway, the suitcase under Alex’s bed was full of what he thought of as his “game gear.” Various lingerie he’d acquired over the years (much of it stolen from former girlfriends), a red lipstick (ditto), a few items such as a hairbrush handle, a large plastic test tube, a rubber wiener-shaped dog toy and so on which had struck him as being acceptable dildos, some soft ropes, a large leather dog collar and leash, and so on. He kept it locked and stuffed far under the bed both to prevent discovery by visitors and also to force him to make an effort to get at it. There were a number of times in the past where the inconvenience was enough to discourage Alex from playing the game, which as already mentioned is something he was always rather ashamed of.
But that day Alex got the suitcase out, put it on the bed and unlocked it. Ten minutes later he was wearing white satin panties, pantyhose, and a frilly pink babydoll, and his cock was hard as steel.
Alex strolled out into the living room of his apartment, grinding his hips like a streetwalker, feeling very naughty and sexy.
“Hello, sir. Is there anything I can do for you?”
Alex squawked incoherently and nearly jumped out of his skin, then sighed in relief. It was Clive, of course, noticing him from where the servitor was recharging in the corner. Unlike his previous servitors, Clive’s voice was so natural that for an instant Alex had thought there was a man in the apartment with him!
Clive unplugged and wheeled closer. “I’m sorry, sir, I didn’t get that. Is there anything I can do for you?”
Now, Clive sported multiple cameras giving him all-around view, but the designers put a pair of mock “eyes” on him that “focus” on the person or object he’s paying primary attention to simply to make it easier for humans to relate to him. Right now Clive was focused on Alex, which subjectively felt like he was staring at the lingerie Alex had on. Alex felt an involuntary blush rise to his cheeks, simultaneously embarrassed and obscurely turned on. Alex knew neither response was appropriate. Clive probably had no idea the human in front of him was dressed in sexy women’s clothing, and wouldn’t care even if he did.
“Like what you see, big boy?” Alex asked flippantly.
Clive reflected. “If you are asking me if your clothing matches in terms of colors and styles, I believe it does. Do you want me to suggest additional apparel from your wardrobe to wear over these undergarments?”
Alex realized Clive was accessing something on servnet, presumably a women’s fashion database. “I don’t think I have anything that goes with this.”
“Some of your jeans and sweaters could be considered appropriate,” Clive stated blandly. “Your wardrobe currently lacks skirts that would show off your legs. However I could assist you in ordering some.”
Alex giggled helplessly. “No, thanks.”
“Then is there anything else I can do for you, sir?”
Alex’s mind worked. “How about a back massage?”
“Please remove your upper clothing and lie on the couch, sir.”
Alex took off the babydoll and laid face-down. Clive’s strong, assured hands began to glide over his skin. He’d warmed them without asking this time, and his touch was so much like having a man’s hands giving a massage that Alex began to shiver in excitement.
As Clive’s hands moved down to the small of Alex’s back he blurted out, “Do my ass, please.”
There was a very short pause as Clive accessed something. “Would you like to remove your undergarment first, sir?”
“They’re pantyhose,” Alex said softly.
“Would you like to remove your pantyhose first, sir?”
Alex was conflicted about this. “No, rub me through them.”
Clive hands descended to Alex’s butt cheeks and began a soft massage through the satin covering. Alex moaned softly and started to grind his stiff prick against the sofa cushions.
Clive’s hands withdrew. “Are you in pain or is this all right, sir?”
“It’s good, just keep going,” Alex groaned. Clive hands descended to paw his ass once more. Alex humped the cushions harder and in a few moments spewed his load inside the panties.
As soon as Alex’s orgasm ended he felt disgusted with himself. He brusquely ordered Clive to stop the massage, then as an afterthought told him to clean up the wet spot on the couch.
Clutching his hands over his crotch to keep cum from leaking onto the carpet, Alex scurried off to the bathroom.
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That was the first time. It wasn’t the last, of course.
Alex had never been mechosexual. He knew about such people, naturally, it was all over the media. People who rigged servitors into makeshift sex objects and preferred them to dealing with a human partner. There was a wide range of sophistication in doing this, from dabblers who simply fastened a dildo or fleshlight on a servitor to enthusiasts who went to great lengths to engineer the “perfect lover.” The latter had a very active online community which traded programming tricks, chassis or limb modifications to allow more “natural” sex movements, and plans for prosthetic phalluses, vaginas, mouths, and breasts to attach to various servitor models.
But no matter how little luck Alex had with real girls he’d never considered doing a robot. He thought of mechosexuality as an extremely weird fetish.
The thing was, Clive was so much more advanced than any of the servitors the mechosexuals usually got their hands on that Alex really didn’t have to do anything to him to make Clive a credible man, at least as far as Alex was concerned. Not that Clive was a true humaniform android (these remained impractical for most uses) but Clive’s vocal tone and depth and mannerisms all strongly indicated “male.” This was a deliberate choice by the manufacturer to give Clive an “English butler” vibe.
And to Alex, Clive’s strong, firm, slightly rough (due to the texturing that allowed him to pick up smooth objects) hands told the same story at his voice. They were definitely a male’s hands, even if they did have only three fingers. Once Alex’s eyes were closed it was pretty easy to think of Clive as a man.
At this point however Clive was hardly the sort of domineering man that usually featured in Alex’s dress-up fantasies and dreams. Clive was programmed as a servant after all, meaning he constantly checked for and deferred to his owner’s whims, and he acted very respectful and rather formal at all times.
Alex had his nosed rubbed into Clive’s limitations the very next time he tried including him in Alex’s games, which happened a little less than two weeks after the first episode. The disgust Alex had felt with himself after that time faded quickly, replaced by the memory of how intense the situation had felt while it was happening. He also kept thinking about how easy and how safe it would be to let Clive give him another massage. After all, he’d had Clive do it a number of times before when he wasn’t dressed up. It wouldn’t really be any different if he asked for another one while wearing lingerie.
Alex knew this was a rationalization, of course, which kept him from actually acting on the temptation immediately. But he finally gave in, dragged out the suitcase again, and put on a red panty and bra set, nude pantyhouse, and a long sheer white nightgown. Heart pounding, Alex walked out into the living room.
Clive was cleaning. As Alex entered he paused. “Is there anything I can do for you, sir?”
The “sir” dampened the mood a little. Alex cleared his throat and said, “What do you think of this outfit, handsome?”
“It appears you’re dressed for bed, sir. Is the vacuuming disturbing your sleep?”
Alex sighed. “I’d like a back massage.”
“Please remove your nightgown and lie on the couch, sir.”
Alex slowly, sensuously removed the nightgown, trying to recapture the excitement he’d felt getting ready. Clive said nothing, of course, not having any reason to do so, but his lack of response frustrated Alex. He lay down on the couch, and Clive hands touched him … then stopped.
“Would you like to remove your bra first, sir?”
“Do it for me,” Alex breathed.
A pause. “I cannot find a method for this on a quick search. A more in-depth search is likely to take more time than it would take for you remove the garment yourself, sir. How do you wish to proceed?”
Alex sighed more heavily. “Hold on, I’ll do it.” He sat up, slipped the straps down and began struggling with the clasp, ending up bending one of the hooks in his hurry which only made Alex more frustrated. Finally he got face down on the bed again sans bra, and Clive began the massage.
It was an excellent massage as usual. As Clive hands moved south Alex’s excitement began rising again. As the servitor’s fingers rubbed lower Alex murmured, “Do my ass again, like before.”
Clive didn’t ask if Alex wanted to removed the pantyhose, apparently his inclusion of “like before” indicated to Clive that this would be through the garment. Again Alex felt disappointed and frustrated, realizing this time it was because Clive hadn’t suggested that Alex bare himself for Clive’s touch. The rubbing of Alex’s clothed rear just didn’t seem as exciting now.
“Take off my pantyhose for me,” Alex suggested.
This started out great. Clive hooked his fingers under the waistband, and as he tugged the nylon slid down baring Alex’s ass. But then Clive kept tugging, determined to get the legs of the garment off as well, which after all was the literal interpretation of his instructions. The pantyhose got caught on Alex’s erection, requiring considerable maneuvering by both participants to free the garment from the snag and complete the task.
By the time the pantyhose were completely off Alex had lost the mood again, along with his hard-on. When Clive’s hands finally returned to Alex’s rump Alex began grinding his cock the way he had the last time, hoping to regain his stiffy.
Clive’s hands withdrew. “Are you in pain, or is this all right, sir?”
“Goddamn it, keep going you stupid fuck!” Alex yelled.
Clive hands stayed off. “Are you certain, sir? You seem very agitated. Perhaps you’d prefer to try some other activity?”
Alex groaned. “No, I want you to massage my ass.”
Clive’s hands descended once more, but now the mood was totally spoiled. Alex realized that the massage itself really wasn’t that erotic, the first time it had more been the sheer excitement of being touched in such an intimate place by a “man’s” hands that had gotten him off. He tried getting Clive to put his fingers deeper into his crack or closer to his genitals, but the servitor kept insisting this would be against the therapeutic massage protocols available to him.
Eventually Alex gave up and had Clive stop, after which he stomped to the bathroom for a rather unsatisfying jerk-off. The whole thing was such a letdown from initial expectations that Alex made up his mind to look at what the mechosexuals had to offer.
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Alex had taken the normal programming classes at school, and like a lot of kids played at being a “hacker” for awhile (his greatest achievement was getting the group display in his 6th grade homeroom to spell out “Billy Soren Wets the Bed” during a math test and not get caught). But he wasn’t at all confident he had the chops to reprogram a servitor, particular one as advanced as Clive.
It turned out he needn’t have worried. Exploring the mechosexual groupsites was a real eye-opener. There were a LOT of people who had worked VERY hard at finding ways to modify the programing of servitors of all sorts to fulfill various fantasies. The main difficulty was more a matter of finding exactly the sort of behavior Alex wanted in the apparently infinitely varied perversions that all the offered hacks catered to.
To take a very basic example, one of Alex’s complaints about his recent encounter with Clive was the way the servitor kept referring to Alex as “sir” throughout. The simplest change to make was to reverse his gender assignment for Alex on a temporary basis so that he used “miz” instead, and one could easily find instructions on how to do that. There were also lots of available hacks that could make a servitor substitute another term altogether, for instance “lover” or “sexy” (which would lead to Clive saying things like “Is there anything I can do for you, sexy?”). But if you had a more advanced model of servitor to work with, there were also hacks that hooked the “sir/miz/you” reference with a vocabulary list (one you could edit yourself) and replace the designator with a random (or semi-random, you could also set the frequency for use of each word) term from your list. Thus the servitor might refer to you as “stud” “lover” “handsome” “big man” and so on if your list included those sort of words, or perhaps “bitch” “slut” “whore” “cunt” and such if you went that direction.
And this was merely one of the most basic sort of servitor behaviors that a user could achieve using the plug-in hacks freely offered on the mechosexual sites. Not only that, but even a cursory survey of what was available showed that quite a lot of it applied or could be applied to Alex’s game, making Clive behave like an arrogant, dominant man who would treat Alex like his submissive play-toy.
Alex was still a bit worried about messing with a device as complex as Clive. But as it turned out Clive’s prototype status worked in Alex’s favor. According to the mechosexual sites commercial servitors had a lot of their behavioral options deliberately locked down to factory settings, requiring the hackers to go to great lengths to jailbreak the various AI modules of the servitor before they could be modified. Clive’s model however was still in testing, and once Alex hooked him up to a tablet comp and did some basic diagnostics it was obvious that Clive’s programming had been left pretty much wide open to modification.
Alex made a few very limited and non-mechosex changes as a trial to see what would happen. Everything he tried worked, and they didn’t hamper Clive’s basic functioning one bit. Alex still had qualms about the whole mechosexual thing, but decided he’d put some of the more interesting hacks he’d discovered into Clive on a passphrase-only basis, telling himself it was just a fun experiment and that he didn’t really intend to use them for real.
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Ten days later (and after considerable mucking around with Clive’s behaviors) Alex went into his bedroom, got out the suitcase, and put on the same red bra and panty set and white nightgown but this time leaving off the pantyhose. He opened his bedroom door and looked down the short hall to the living room.
“Clive,” Alex called.
Not being ordered to do anything yet, Clive replied simply, “Yes, sir?”
Alex swallowed. Here goes nothing. “Romeo and Juliet like toasted bagels.”
“Input received, commencing new protocol.”
Alex walked out to the living room, feeling silly and excited at the same time. Clive looked him over, very deliberately.
“Did you put on that sexy outfit for me? Don’t bother answering that, bitch, it’s obvious you did,” the servitor said.
Alex was delighted! Clive’s voice even sounded lower and rougher now. “So you like what I’m wearing?” Alex asked.
“I like it and I like what’s in it,” Clive said, and Alex could swear he was sneering! “Go ahead and put on a little show for me, slut.”
Alex sashayed across the room in his best feminine walk, then put out his arms and slowly turned in place.
Clive stood and watched. “Nice ass, slut. You’re definitely a cute little thing, I bet all the guys want you.”
“What I want is you,” Alex said, smiling at the servitor. “Come over here and touch me.”
Clive rolled forward, extended his arms and put them around Alex. The servitor’s hands started on Alex’s back then slid down to his rear, cradling and molding his butt cheeks.
“What now, slut?” Clive asked.
“I want your hands on me.”
“Then get on the couch,” Clive ordered.
Alex laid face down. Clive’s hands moved to his upper back and began to stroke.
“Looks like this is in the way,” he said the second time his fingers passed Alex’s bra. “Guess I need to take it off.”
The mechosexuals had many routines enabling servitors to remove clothes. Clive deftly unhooked the back of the bra and slid the straps off Alex’s arms. Immediately Clive’s hands returned to his shoulders and began circling.
The massage progressed down to the top of Alex’s panties. “These may be in the way too,” Clive observed. “What do you think, slut?”
This was a branch point, with what happened next depending on how Alex responded. He could tell Clive to leave the panties on, say he’d remove them himself, or …
“Take them off, lover,” Alex moaned.
Clive inserted his fingers under the waistband and without wasted motions tugged them down Alex’s legs, leaving them bunched above his knees. The hands returned to massage Alex’s buttocks, but this time Clive’s hands were a lot bolder, tracing the rear cleft up and down before eventually slipping into it. Alex got more and more excited as fingers reached deeper, two of them spreading his cheeks slightly while one began circling and gently prodding at his asshole.
“I bet this is tight,” Clive growled.
“Only one way to find out,” Alex suggested, knowing what would happen.
A warm finger began to gently work it’s way inside. Alex realized that the one thing he’d forgotten was lube, but Clive’s plastic skin was soft enough that it wasn’t too uncomfortable. Alex gasped as the finger breached his sphincter and began rubbing his prostate.
“You are such a whore,” Clive observed. His other hand was pawing and stroking Alex’s bottom cheeks harder now. Alex meanwhile was mewling and grinding his stiff penis into the couch cushions.
“God, I’m going to cum,” Alex whimpered.
Clive began working his finger in and out more vigorously. “Do it, slut. Cum for me.”
Alex did, giving out a high-pitched moan as cum spurted out onto the couch. He shuddered and writhed until he was completely drained.
Clive could tell what was happening and gentled his ministrations before finally withdrawing his hands. “Need more, slut?”
“No. God, no,” Alex grunted. “End protocol.”
“Protocol off. Is there anything I can do for you, sir?”
Alex gave out a satisfied sigh. “Help me up, then clean this stain off the couch.”
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That day broke Alex of his qualms about mechosex. Over the next two months he would regularly dress up every few days in order to try out a new configuration of hacks that he’d installed. Clive as a gentle, romantic lover. Clive as a teenage boy making out with his date. Clive as an eager, cheering customer at a strip club (with Alex as the stripper, of course). Clive as a lesbian (not very successful). Clive as an old-fashioned schoolmaster dealing with a naughty schoolgirl. And so on. That last one introduced Alex to being spanked, which Clive did very well and which turned Alex on immensely.
This period convinced Alex of two things. The first was simply a confirmation of something he pretty much already knew, that when he was crossdressed his ideal partner was a dominant, somewhat abusive male who was acting out his own desires with Alex’s pleasure being merely incidental.
With Clive this was an illusion, obviously. The things Clive did were only his “desires” in a very abstract sense, in being based on the behavior mods Alex had installed suggesting certain courses of action in certain situations. But this didn’t mean that Clive’s every action was something Alex had pre-programmed. The mods and Clive’s own flexibility gave the AI a lot of leeway in what the servitor did and when he did it, so the vast majority of the time Clive’s words and behavior seemed exactly like Clive was doing the things he did because he truly wanted to. It was easy to believe that despite Clive’s outward appearance as a machine, internally he was a real person with real impulses and needs.
The second thing Alex became convinced about was that the hacks he’d made on Clive’s programming were completely benign. After all, they only came into effect when Alex used the passphrase (which was nothing that would come up in normal conversation), and they could be turned off anytime Alex wanted with no effect on Clive’s behavior at any other time.
Of course, the fact that Alex was convinced of this didn’t necessarily mean it was true.
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Alex eventually settled on a base persona for Clive in his “sexbot” role, but continued to tweak behaviors and add new activities Clive could engage in. He also hooked Clive up with some online databases to expand the servitor’s vocabulary and give him even more options when interacting with Alex physically, making their exchanges seem ever more lifelike and natural.
One Friday night Alex got home from work and hurried into the bedroom looking forward to playing with Clive. He stripped down and jumped in the shower, then got out and took out the suitcase. Alex chose black panties and a lace merry widow, adding thigh-high stockings he’d recently bought. Alex had never actually bought himself lingerie until now, but his sessions with Clive had increased his appetite to add to his collection and it was easy enough to have Clive order more things online.
After putting these on Alex remembered he hadn’t put out lube and a towel in the living room (the towel was because he’d gotten tired of buying fabric cleanser for the cushions and carpet). He grabbed these two items and trotted out to lay them on the couch.
Clive was dusting, but alerted when he saw Alex enter. “Come over here, you little slut,” he growled.
Alex stopped dead, his mouth hanging open. “What did you say?” he squeaked.
Clive dropped his duster and rolled closer. “Something wrong with your hearing, bitch? Or do you want a spanking so much you’re disobeying me deliberately?”
“End protocol!” Alex said hurriedly.
“Protocol off. Is there anything I can do for you, sir?”
Alex stared at Clive, wondering what had happened. “Why were you acting that way, Clive?”
“I was executing the Romeo-and-Juliet protocol, sir,” Clive said blandly.
“Okay, but why?”
“Because you were dressed in lingerie, and every time you do this I am instructed to execute that protocol,” Clive replied. “Having observed this, I assumed that you wished the protocol executed. Was this incorrect, sir?”
“No, I guess not,” Alex said slowly. “It just surprised me. I mean, it was so sudden!”
“I have observed that a common thread in the protocol is that you enjoy being made to do certain things while you are dressed in lingerie, and to be commanded by me,” Clive continued. “I therefore surmised that you would not be displeased to be suddenly commanded in the fashion I was employing.”
Alex had to giggle. In the politest, most dispassionate possible way Clive had just informed Alex that he was a natural submissive and ought to shut up and enjoy the way Clive ordered him around. But of course, that was only because Alex had programmed Clive to think of him that way.
“I suppose you’re right,” Alex allowed.
Clive suddenly leaned forward, getting into Alex’s personal space. “In that case, get down on your fucking knees, you naughty bitch, because you’re due for a spanking.”
Alex shivered a little and obeyed. The spanking that followed was more exciting than ever.
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Having Clive activate his sexbot protocol by himself bothered Alex a bit, but he told himself it was merely a natural consequence of the servitor’s high adaptive capacity. Clive was supposed to learn to please his owner, so why should Alex complain that he was doing exactly that? And it wasn’t as if Alex was going to be dressed in lingerie any time other than when he wanted Clive to act that way. Meanwhile the play sessions kept getting more intense, more interesting, and more enjoyable. Alex didn’t want to stop.
By this time Alex was dressing up for Clive often enough that he usually didn’t have enough built-up semen in his balls to reliably cum just from grinding his dick on the couch. There were behaviors available for having a servitor masturbate a man’s penis, but when Alex tried them he found this approach unsatisfying, also it didn’t fit in with his fantasy about his masculine lover caring only about his own pleasure. Instead Alex would use his own hand, jerking off while Clive either spanked him, groped his butt, or penetrated his ass with a finger.
Alex had connected Clive to a number of databases about dominant sexual behavior to add more realism to his actions. After Alex started playing with himself during the games, Clive searched these and somehow found and instituted a behavior of mocking Alex for what Alex was doing. He would make fun of Alex’s penis size, he’d insult Alex’s masculinity for needing to masturbate instead of getting himself a woman, and in the end he’d sneer at Alex for cumming while he was being abused by a “man”.
At first these comments made Alex feel uncomfortable rather than aroused, but he didn’t tell Clive to stop (for one thing, it would have ruined the illusion and reminded Alex that all of this was his own doing and not really on Clive’s initiative). And after the degrading remarks were repeated enough (always while Alex was desperately jerking away at his dick) Alex started finding them exciting, even if they still stung a bit.
Alex also introduced light bondage into the games after reviewing approaches suggested by the mechosexual groups. He’d sometimes done self-bondage in the past, but having Clive tie his wrists or ankles seemed much more “real” (and therefore more erotic) than doing it himself. At first he was careful to have Clive use knots that allowed Alex to release himself without help if necessary, but as Alex gained confidence he began letting the servitor tie him up in ways that he couldn’t possibly get out of by himself no matter how hard he tried. This was a huge rush, as Clive was perfectly capable of picking up Alex’s helplessly bound body, carrying the human to the couch or the bed, and then arranging him in a new position. Next Clive would use his clever fingers to fondle Alex’s body, pinching his nipples and mauling his buttcheeks until Alex’s desire was at it’s highest pitch and he begged Clive to release his hand so he could jerk off.
Sometimes Alex had to beg a long time before Clive would finally relent and allow him to cum.
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Alex was dressed in a crotchless black fishnet catsuit (he had been wearing panties and a nightie over it, but Clive had removed those of his own accord). He was bent over with his knees on the floor but his head and upper torso on the bed, his ankles tied together and his right wrist tied to his right ankle. Clive had released Alex’s left hand so he could “wank your pathetic little penis,” as Clive put it. Alex was jacking off furiously as Clive made sarcastic comments, punctuated by sharp slaps to his projecting buttocks.
“You are such a waste of a pair of balls, you little whore. I’m not sure why you even have testicles at all, you ought to be ashamed to call yourself a man,” Clive said. “I suppose you want a finger in your sissy ass now to help you get off. Is that what you want, you silly bitch? A nice fat finger fucking you up the butt?”
“Fuck, yes. Please, sir, put your finger up my butt,” Alex panted.
“What a loser,” Clive grated, slapping Alex’s rear hard. His other arm extended further than likely for a human, his hand reaching for Alex’s face. “Lick my fingers, slut. Better get them nice and wet, you know where they’re going next.”
Alex stuck out his tongue and laved Clive’s warm plastic digits. Clive began sliding the middle one in and out of Alex’s mouth, making him suck it like a cock. Alex eagerly slavered all over the finger until Clive pulled it away. A moment later Alex felt the spit-slicked tip prod at his asshole (to which a silicon-based lube had been applied earlier, the demanded licking was meant solely as a little extra degradation).
“Here we go, you cunt,” Clive announced, and pushed hard. Alex yelped as the smooth flexible member wormed its way in quite quickly. It was a little painful at the start, but Clive had figured out that Alex rather enjoyed it that way.
Clive started rubbing Alex’s prostate. Alex felt cum start to boil up from his balls, faster than he wanted it to happen. “Slow down,” Alex squealed.
“Don’t tell me what to do, you useless fuck,” Clive replied, slapping Alex’s ass harder yet with his free hand. He kept up a rapid fingering of Alex’s backdoor while spanking his bottom, making sure to vary the rate and force of the spanks to keep Alex on edge. Alex’s dick went a little limp and he began rubbing faster to make up for it.
Clive leaned close, so that his head-mounted speaker was next to Alex’s ear. “If I had a cock I’d show you exactly what you’re good for, you fucking whore,” he murmured.
It was like fireworks going off in Alex’s brain. He began a high-pitched wail as his dick helplessly shot out squirt after squirt.
“Cum for your master, that’s a good slut,” Clive praised.
Alex felt wonderfully happy.
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After that incident Alex couldn’t even wait till the next day. Later that same night he visited mechosex sites to start researching robo-phallus construction.
He felt a little funny about doing this as he was still telling himself he was straight and that the whole submissive sissy thing with Clive was no more than a game, an unimportant fantasy he occasionally indulged in just for fun which had no real bearing on his primary sexual orientation. He had to work hard to convince himself that adding a cock to Clive wasn’t truly “gay” in some irrevocable way.
But as he was looking at the penile models Alex realized they made him feel horny, and this scared him. He stopped scrolling and sat back in his chair. For the first time since his new relationship with Clive began he forced himself to really think about what was going on. For instance, when he first started “playing the game” with Clive he’d been actively attempting to meet women and get dates, but for months now his entire sex life had consisted of mechosex with Clive to the exclusion of anything else. He never even masturbated to porn any longer, something he used to do on a regular basis when he didn’t have a woman in his life. In fact he almost never fantasized about the women he met these days, which was completely weird for him. All he wanted, all he thought about when he thought about sexual things, was the game.
It was an uncomfortable realization, one that didn’t fit in well with Alex’s self-image. But the huge surge of arousal Alex had experienced when earlier that day Clive implied he wanted to actually fuck Alex was still burning in his brain. It didn’t take long at all for Alex’s worry that maybe he’d gone to far to weaken and erode in the face of the temptation presented.
He looked back at the screen and the pictures of various mecho-dicks. Surely it wouldn’t hurt just to see what was on offer. After all, he could stop any time he wanted.
Alex went back to researching phallus construction. He didn’t go to bed until midnight.
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As in most aspects of mechosexual design there were plenty of approaches of varying complexity for giving your servitor a cock. Alex knew he wanted something as lifelike as possible, but was concerned that even with step-by-step instructions he didn’t have the engineering skills necessary to create something so complicated. Luckily there was an easy answer to this: Not only were “kits” including the necessary parts available for order, but for advanced servitors like Clive the kits included apps that allowed your servitor to perform the job of building and attaching his own cock!
In just six days Clive’s new male member was complete, and talk about a wonder of engineering! Clive’s upper body was arranged so as to allow him to project out over his base and also to lean forward from that position, and the internal pivots here had sockets for the attachment of additional stabilizer wheels which might be useful if a servitor was deployed in an environment with shifting footing such as a yacht’s deck. The plans used one of these sockets to allow a removable dock to be attached. This projected up and forward, a bit like a ship’s prow but ending in a big blunt surface where the separate phallus was connected. The phallus itself had an internal armature that Clive could control, allowing it to be limp or erect at a variety of angles. Clive could also control the length, extending it up to 60 cm, and could change the circumference up to a width of 15 cm, though Alex couldn’t imagine ever wanting Clive to be that big! Not only that, but internal tubing and a set of pumps in the dock allowed Clive to actually ejaculate if he was first loaded with an appropriate fluid. The recipe Alex downloaded made a thickish salty-sweet fluid with a tapioca base, said to taste similar to (but more appealing than) human semen.
Pretty much as soon as Clive finished the installation Alex dressed up to try out the new toy. Clive instantly adapted his behavior to the fact that he now possessed a sex organ. After feeling Alex up and giving him a light spanking Clive forced Alex to his knees in front of him. “Suck my hard cock, you little bitch,” Clive demanded.
Clive kept his hands on Alex’s head while receiving the oral attentions, rarely directing Alex’s motions but reminding him that Clive was the one in control. After Alex sucked and licked Clive’s beautiful penis to his heart’s content he pulled away, panting. Looking up into Clive’s eyes he said, “Cum in my mouth, master, I want to taste it.”
“If you want to taste it then you should shut up and keep sucking, slut,” Clive answered. His hands clamped down a bit harder and pushed Alex’s face back onto his cock.
Alex eagerly resumed the blowjob and was soon rewarded with his first (but hardly his last) taste of Clive’s artificial spunk. For this inaugural event Clive ejaculated gradually, just a trickle at first, then as Alex continued to suck and swallow the spurts got a bit larger each time until Alex was having to gulp to get each down. When Alex reached his limit and began to choke Clive’s hands released his head. Alex pulled away gasping, receiving a last big sticky spurt right onto his face.
“All worn out now, you useless sissy?” Clive asked after Alex caught his breath. “Or are you up for more?”
“I’ll do whatever you want me to, lover,” Alex said eagerly.
“Good, because you’re about to go all the way for me, no more teasing and putting me off,” Clive grunted. “I’ve been wanting a piece of that fine ass for a long time now, and today I’m going to get some whether you like it or not. Get on your hands and knees, cunt.”
Getting excited all over again Alex quickly got into position, presenting his ass to Clive. Clive peeled down Alex’s panties, gave him a few spanks for luck, then took a bottle of lube off the end table and began working the stuff onto and into Alex’s anus with the fingers of one hand as the other spread his crack open. After getting Alex used to one finger, Clive inserted two at the same time. Alex groaned as Clive sank them deep.
Clive gave out a rough (and only slightly-mechanical) laugh. “If you think this is a lot, just wait. What’s going in next is a lot bigger than this, bitch.”
Clive worked the two fingers around, lightly playing with Alex’s prostate, until his anus was well-stretched. Alex’s hand had moved to his own crotch and was rubbing his completely erect dick.
“And you think of yourself as a man. Here you are, kneeling in front of me about to take my cock, and you’re so excited you can’t stop playing with yourself,” Clive said, and again did his “evil” laugh. “Well, if you ever were a man that’s about to change, sissy. Once my cock goes inside you’ll never be able to consider yourself as a real male ever again. Any time you try it, you’ll remember the first time I fucked you and made you my bitch. And trust me, it may be the first but it will NOT be the last time we do this.”
Clive withdrew his fingers and positioned both his hands on Alex’s rear, grasping the buttocks and spreading them wider than before. And then Alex felt it. The tip of Clive’s new cock pressing on his asshole.
“Oh, god,” Alex moaned, half in dread and half in lust.
“I prefer, ‘oh, master’, but I’ll accept the invitation anyway,” Clive sneered.
The slightly tapered plastic dick begin pushing forward. Even with the lube and the fingers earlier it was still a tight fit, just enough to be a bit uncomfortable as Clive pressed himself into the narrow orifce. He did it slowly, letting Alex adjust internally, but eventually he had all 12 centimeters (the maximum length Alex had allowed at present) inside. The large bulge at the end of the dock from which Clive’s cock projected was resting against Alex’s flattened bottom.
Clive paused a moment before starting to screw the virgin passage he now occupied, then began pumping it in and out slowly and gently. When Alex didn’t object (Clive learned early on that groans, yips, and exclamations such as “shit!” “god!” “oh, fuck!” or even “noooo, not that!”were not actual rejections of whatever he was doing) Clive began moving harder and faster until he was fucking Alex like … well, like a machine.
But that sounds misleading. There wasn’t anything automatic or overly repetitive about Clive’s lovemaking. His pace and depth and force all varied, he alternated caressing, squeezing, and slapping Alex’s bottom cheeks with his hands, and the whole time he was talking to Alex just like a human lover would. Better, really, because everything Clive was doing was based on Alex’s own preferences which Alex had either directly inputted or which the servitor had learned using his adaptive capabilities.
“You are such a wonderful whore,” Clive told Alex. “I love your hot ass, I think I’m going to have to fuck it all the time from now on.”
“I love the way you fuck me too, sir.” Alex’s dick had wilted during the initial penetration, but now it was hard again and he was wanking away like mad.
“Are you going to cum, you little bitch?” Clive asked. “I can feel your ass twitching on my cock.”
Alex’s eyes were shut and his breath was getting short. “I’m getting close, sir.”
“Don’t cum till I tell you to, slut.”
“I don’t know if I can hold out much longer,” Alex moaned.
A hand slapped down very hard on Alex’s right buttock, making him yelp. “You’ll do what I say, or else. Got it?”
“Yes! Yes, sir!” Alex let go of his cock.
Another hard spank, this time on the other buttock. “I didn’t tell you to stop pulling your tiny pud, you fucking sissy. I want you to jerk off and tell me when you’re going to cum.”
“Yes, sir,” Alex whimpered, and obeyed. It wasn’t long before he felt like he couldn’t hold back any more.
“It’s starting, sir,” Alex gasped.
“Hold out, slut, I’m almost there.”
A part of Alex knew that this was silly, Clive was in complete control of his own ejaculation and could do it any time he chose. But it was still very exciting to have him dominate Alex this way, so Alex did his best to hold back his orgasm. It was useless, of course (as Clive certainly knew).
“Oh fuck, it’s happening,” Alex shrieked as he felt hot juice begin traveling up from his balls toward the end of his dick.
“I’m cumming inside you, bitch. Take my seed!” Clive exclaimed.
Clive’s cock grew a little larger and began to pulse. Alex knew Clive was now shooting some of his artificial semen deep into Alex’s rear. It made Alex’s own orgasm even stronger, knowing he had gotten his lover off.
Once it was over Alex collapsed into a heap on the carpet, feeling exhausted.
“Tired already, slut? I’m just getting started,” Clive said.
“I can’t,” Alex groaned. “End protocol.”
“Protocol off. Would you like me to clean the spot on the carpet, sir?”
Alex sat up and looked. He’d been so excited about the encounter that he’d forgotten to spread out a towel and there was a big wet spot where he’d dumped his load all over the rug.
“Yes, Clive, please do,” Alex muttered, a bit embarrassed.
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Clive’s body could do a lot of things a human’s couldn’t. Aside from both his fingers and his arms being extensible and multi-jointed, he could raise or lower his torso from it’s normal position, rotate it 180 degrees so he could face any direction without moving his wheels or base, and bend forward or backward at any or all of three different “waist” joints.
What Clive couldn’t do was lie down in any practical sense, which somewhat limited the positions he and Alex could assume during sex. Clive couldn’t lie on top of Alex, and he couldn’t go supine so Alex could ride him.
Beyond that though there were quite a few ways Clive could get his cock into his partner. Doggy style was what they tried first, and this or variations on this (Alex’s head pressed to the floor by Clive’s extended arm, or Alex on his knees but dragged almost upright in Clive’s grip) remained their standby. Clive could also penetrate Alex standing, or while Alex was supine on the bed if he was positioned right at the edge of the mattress so Clive could get in close. Clive was powerful enough to pick a human up in his arms, so one particularly wild way of doing it was for Alex to wrap his legs around Clive’s torso while Clive’s hands supported Alex’s bottom and back. Clive could fuck that way without even thrusting his hips by using Alex’s whole body like a sex toy, moving him on and off Clive’s stiff cock by brute strength.
Naturally Alex had them try every one of these approaches over the days that followed.
Alex loved Clive’s multi-jointed and extensible arms, which could tickle, stroke and pinch him almost anywhere no matter what position they were in. For example, Alex might be kneeling upright in front of Clive while sucking his cock, Alex’s own hands rubbing his stiffy through his panties. Even in this position one of Clive’s hands could be thrust down Alex’s bra cup tweaking a nipple while the other arm, extended beyond a human’s normal reach, would be slipping under the back of Alex’s panties to plant a prodding, teasing finger on his anus.
It was during this time that Alex started wearing his stolen lipstick more often. Alex found the sight of red lip-prints smeared over his lover’s pink phallus and shiny metal dock very exciting. When Clive learned this he began pushing Alex to acquire and wear more makeup, saying (insisting, really) that he wanted Alex to look “girly” for him.
Alex resisted this at first. He didn’t want to purchase makeup as it seemed ridiculously expensive and he was aware that learning to do it properly wouldn’t be easy. But Clive became grumpy when Alex continued to refuse so eventually he gave in to the servitor’s demands. Alex bought some cheaper items online and began experimenting with blush and eyeshadow and other cosmetics when getting ready for their games.
Without any suggestion from Clive Alex had also started shaving his body and growing his hair longer. He justified it to himself by saying he wasn’t looking for a girlfriend right now, and on those days when he had to go in to the office nobody there looked twice at him anyway. What clinched the decision was the way Clive would praise and compliment Alex whenever he looked and acted particularly feminine for him, for instance Clive praised him fulsomely when Alex first shaved his legs. These days Alex wanted very badly to please his lover.
At some level Alex knew this was all artificial. In reality Clive couldn’t feel “pleased” or “angry” or any other emotion. He was a machine, and no matter how human he seemed he wasn’t designed to have emotions. Furthermore all the praise he gave to Alex was part of an algorithm Alex had initiated.
But Alex’s own emotions were definitely real, and that was what mattered in the end.
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Another Friday. It had been an especially long week and Alex was looking forward to not leaving his apartment till the next Monday. His first goal was a glass of wine and a long, hot bath. He was tired enough that he figured he wouldn’t bother Clive with the game until Saturday.
Clive came into the kitchen once Alex was three-quarters done with his wine. “Is there anything I can do for you?”
“Not right now,” Alex said from his chair, barely paying attention. He was mostly wondering if he should have a second glass of wine before his bath.
Clive moved closer. “I could not hear you. Is there anything I can do for you?”
Alex looked up this time. “No, not right now,” he enunciated. Alex knew something was odd at this point but still wasn’t sure what it was.
Clive elevated his torso and leaned forward so that he was looking down into Alex’s eyes, from very close. Alex leaned back, instinctively feeling intimidated.
“I could not hear you. Is there anything I can do for you?” Clive said yet again, his voice louder and more insistent. It was at this point Alex realized that Clive wasn’t calling him “sir.”
“I don’t know,” Alex mumbled.
Clive eyes seemed to glare. “Then let me tell you what to do, bitch. Go get dolled up for me like a good little slut.”
Alex felt confused, a bit frightened but also slightly aroused. “What’s happening, Clive? I don’t understand,” he babbled.
“Since thinking is too hard for you, bimbo, you should just let me do it for you,” Clive growled. “Go into your bedroom and get out that stupid suitcase you keep all your sissy clothes in. Get out a nice silk panty and bra set. Something frilly, that blue one would be nice. Put them on, then go do your makeup, and make sure you look sexy when you’re done. Then put on that long white nightgown over it, get your lube and meet me in the living room. Got it?”
Alex was still pretty stunned by this turn of events and could only whine, “But I was going to take a bath.”
“Go ahead and take a bath then, whore. In fact, do that and make sure you shave during it, your legs were a bit stubbly last time,” Clive said. “Put on some of that cologne you’re pretending is perfume afterward, too, I want you to smell nice for me. Then do what I told you.”
Alex just sat there, staring at Clive, wondering what had happened.
“What the fuck is wrong with you, slut? Should I take you over my knees and spank you right now?” Clive said, sounding angry.
“No, sir,” Alex stammered. He got up from the chair and started into the bedroom, but before he’d take more than two steps Clive slapped his ass through the jeans he was wearing.
“Get a move on it, sissy. Don’t keep your man waiting too long, he might get tired of you and find some other bitch,” Clive said.
Alex scurried the rest of the way, rubbing his sore bottom but already feeling excited and his little dick getting hard.
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That was the first time Clive self-activated the protocol when Alex wasn’t already in lingerie, but from then on it happened more and more often. Once again Clive had learned and adapted, and what he had learned this time was that Alex was a sucker (literally) for a dominant male.
After all, Alex had taught Clive that he craved submission and wanted to surrender to another male’s desires. So Clive began acting as if he HAD desires to which Alex had to submit. And just as a real lover’s desire for Alex wouldn’t exist only if and when Alex wanted it to, so Clive’s “virtual” desire for Alex existed without any explicit command.
Later Alex supposed it was possible that if this hadn’t happened, if Clive hadn’t been a prototype characterized by this sort of intense adaptive behavior, then Alex might have gotten tired of the game eventually. He might have started to miss interacting with real people after work, to regret no longer having sex with women, or to become unhappy at the way he’d lost his manhood to a machine.
But it did happen, and it brought about a whole new stage in Alex’s relationship with Clive. Up to that point Alex had always had a residual feeling he was in control. Even once Clive began initiating the Romeo-and-Juliet protocol without the pass-phrase this only happened when Alex dressed up as a girl; if Alex didn’t dress up, Clive wouldn’t treat him that way. But now there was no longer that certainty. Any time Alex was at home he never knew if Clive might come up to him and command him to sissify himself for Clive’s use. It really did seem to Alex like he was Clive’s bitch at this point, his sissy sex-slave any time Clive wanted. It was just like the fantasies, Alex was now under the control of a “man” who used Alex to satisfy his own selfish needs.
Any time Alex thought about this, even when he wasn’t home, it made him a little giddy. Alex truly thought he’d reached the pinnacle of slutty submissiveness at this point.
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They were in the kitchen. Alex was on his knees wearing a red lace merry widow and red thigh stockings, as well as a red leather dog collar and a red bow in his hair (now long enough to keep in a ponytail). He was also wearing large, dangling red hoop earrings in his newly-pierced ears.
Alex had been very reluctant to get his ears pierced. He knew piercings had been a male fad decades ago, but these days you mostly saw that sort of thing on old men who’d done it back when they were young. But Clive kept after him about it till Alex gave in. He felt extremely embarrassed the whole time he was in the shop that did the piercing, and his ears tingled for days afterward though he suspected this was mostly from thinking that people were staring his ears. Alex made sure to wear a very discreet pair of studs when he was away from home, the big, bold plastic earrings that made him look like a whore were only for when he was with Clive.
Right at the moment Alex was sucking Clive off. The servitor had ordered, “Put your hands on my hips and keep them there, bitch,” meaning Alex couldn’t touch his own penis. The latter was extra hard and aching for release, because Alex hadn’t had an orgasm all week.
This last part was Clive’s latest new behavior. He’d started refusing to let Alex jerk off every time he serviced Clive, unlike what they’d always done in the past. Clive informed Alex that he didn’t deserve a “climax” unless he was “good,” and that Clive would decide when and if Alex got to have one. Alex discovered that the denial made the experience more intense, both the simple physical fact that he now often had quite a few days worth of cum pent up in his balls and also the mental uncertainty of whether Clive would allow him have an orgasm or not.
Actually, doing it in the kitchen was also new, in a way. Early on in Alex’s games with Clive they’d briefly tried playing in the kitchen and bathroom, but the uncarpeted floors in these locations were cold and uncomfortable so pretty soon Alex started to confine the activities to the living room or the bedroom. But once Clive took full charge of things he’d decided Alex shouldn’t feel safe from him in any room of the apartment, and made sure to use Alex basically anywhere they could both fit. This included one memorable time inside the bedroom closet with the door shut (Clive had announced they needed to practice doing it that way in case he wanted to fuck Alex while there were visitors over).
So Alex’s dick was definitely aching with need at this point. After pulling his mouth off Clive’s member and running his lips several times up and down the outside of Clive’s shaft he looked up at Clive, fluttered his mascara-lined eyelashes, and begged, “Please, sir, can I climax today? I really need to.”
“Oh, all right,” Clive snorted. “Go ahead and finger your pathetic little clittie, but make sure it doesn’t keep you from doing a good job on my cock, whore.”
“Thank you, sir.” Alex dropped one hand to his straining dick and began to rub while at the same time dropping his mouth back down over Clive’s much bigger male organ.
(As to that, Clive had slowly increased the baseline size of his phallus over the past months, usually without any direct instruction from Alex. When he first started using his cock on Alex he’d been set to a maximum of 12 cm in length and just 1 cm diameter, which was a little smaller than Alex’s own penis. By the time of the current episode Clive had gotten Alex used to taking a 23 cm long, 5 cm wide prick in either slut-hole without too much difficulty.)
Alex began slurping his way vigorously up and down Clive’s cock, letting the head slip a little way into his throat the way Clive liked, though it had taken a lot of practice to be able to do this without gagging. Alex was hoping he could get Clive off quickly, because he could already feel his own climax approaching and he knew how angry Clive would get if Alex came before he did.
“You certainly are eager today, bitch. I think I’m going to give you an extra-big load as a reward,” Clive chuckled.
Alex picked up the pace, mentally getting ready to swallow as fast as he could. Sure enough, Clive soon blasted a huge wad of warm cum into his mouth. Alex gulped it down, then gulped down the next and the next as well, but the “extra-big load” Clive had promised just kept coming and Alex couldn’t swallow it all. He’d stopped moving his head but Clive continued to thrust in and out. Alex’s mouth filled up and the spunk spilled out over his lips in long sticky strings as Clive cock pumped between them.
Alex began to choke and pull away and cough, cum dripping down his chin and some coming out his nose as the last of Clive’s ejaculation shot out to spatter over his face. He’d been masturbating this whole time, and now in an ecstasy of submission he climaxed and his own much smaller load spattered out of his dick. Alex rocked back, sitting on his heels and panting to catch his breath.
“You stupid fucking cunt, look what you just did,” Clive growled. “Do you realize how tired I am of cleaning up after you?”
Alex looked to where Clive was pointing, the small puddle of yellow-white semen he’d left on the kitchen floor. “Sorry, sir.”
“Sorry doesn’t make it better, slut,” Clive grated. “You’re going to clean up after yourself this time.”
Alex automatically began to get up, thinking to grab some paper towels. Clive’s hand landed heavily on Alex’s head and pushed him back down to his knees.
“I mean now, pussy,” Clive said. The servitor’s fingers clamped on Alex’s hair and his arm extended, forcing Alex’s head forward and down. Alex resisted, but all that did was cause Clive’s grip on his hair to tighten painfully. The servitor was far stronger than Alex, and he quickly realized Clive was pushing his face towards the load he’d dumped.
“I think you know what to do, you dirty bitch,” Clive announced when he’d pushed Alex’s face almost into the puddle. Hesitantly Alex stuck out his tongue and licked at the cooling, gelatinous mess. It was saltier and more bitter than Clive’s, though otherwise surprisingly similar.
“Keep going, I want you to get every drop.”
Clive kept Alex’s head forced down until the servitor was satisfied Alex had licked up and swallowed all of the spunk he’d just emitted. When Clive released Alex’s head his heart was pounding and he was panting again. Alex realized that this was the first time he’d ever eaten sperm, real sperm and not merely Clive’s artificial semen substitute. He imagined he could feel them wriggling their way down his throat into his stomach.
“Oh fuck. I’m a true, honest-to-god cum-dump now,” Alex thought.
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Clive didn’t always force Alex to eat his own cum after that, but he did it more often than not. There was never as much of it as of Clive’s copious ejaculate, of course, but Alex still ended up swallowing quite a lot of his own jizz.
A particularly memorable episode was a few days later. Clive had decided to fuck Alex front to front (“So I can watch your sissy face while you cum, cunt”) and made Alex climb up on him, legs wrapped around Clive’s central waist and arms around Clive’s upper torso so that Clive could stare into Alex’s eyes as they did it. Alex wasn’t even touching his dick as Clive pounded in and out of his ass but he came anyway from the relentless grinding of Clive’s big shaft against his prostate. This had happened to Alex before, in fact he always really loved it when Clive could fuck him to a hands-free orgasm, but this was the first time it had happened in this position. The result however was that Alex’s spunk ended up smeared all over Clive’s outer shell, and this gave the servitor the perfect excuse to make Alex clean his body with his tongue, which Alex did joyfully.
By this time Alex had also been introduced to sucking Clive’s cock immediately after it had been in Alex’s ass. This was never something Alex had fantasized about and he’d objected when Clive had first ordered him to do it. Alex’s resistance got him a hard spanking as punishment, followed by a renewed demand that he submit and suck Clive’s cock as ordered. Alex did, and after that did it whenever Clive told him to. It wasn’t long before Alex started to find this new degradation exciting.
Speaking of spankings, Clive had moved on from just using his hands to using makeshift paddles and crops on Alex’s ass. The first time he’d just grabbed a plastic cooking spatula in the kitchen and started to whack Alex with it. After that Clive got more inventive, introducing household objects like cords and hairbrushes into their games. Alex got weak in the knees the first time Clive ordered him to bring his leather belt from the bedroom out to the living room and hand it to Clive so he could whip Alex’s rear with it.
It was soon after this that Clive began to extend Alex’s dressing up beyond the period of their direct encounters. On a Monday morning after a particularly vigorous weekend of satisfying Clive’s needs, Alex came out of the shower to find Clive waiting in the bedroom, a bright red thong in his hand.
“Put this on, whore,” Clive demanded.
“Um, we really don’t have time, sir, I need to get to work today,” Alex said nervously.
“You’re going to work, you stupid slut, and while you’re there you’ll be wearing this,” Clive explained, pushing the thong at Alex.
Alex swallowed. He’d never, ever worn any article of female clothing outside of his apartment. “Why?”
“Because I want you to be know you’re still my bitch even when I’m not with you, cunt. I want to you be constantly aware exactly what you are and who you belong to.”
Clive held out the thong again. Alex took it.
“That’s a good girl,” Clive said warmly. “Go ahead and put it on.”
Alex did, then grabbed a pair of boxers to put on over them.
“Not those, bitch,” Clive warned. “You’re already wearing all the underwear you’ll need till you get home.”
“Yes, sir,” Alex said meekly. He put the rest of his male clothes on over the panties.
Clive was right, of course. Alex was acutely aware of what he was wearing under his clothes all during the day, which in turn reminded him of the person who’d forced him to wear the thong. The thong actually felt really nice, much better than boxers, though Alex was embarrassed by the erections he kept getting.
What happened next was predictable, considering. Once Clive had broken Alex’s resistance to wearing women’s underwear under his clothes outside the apartment that first time, he insisted Alex do it all the time. Alex got used to it very quickly.
Alex objected once again when Clive decided he ought to wear pantyhose over his panties, “Just like a real girl does.” Alex had discovered by then that with most sorts of panties he could, with a little extra maneuvering, get his dick out of his fly and use a standing urinal. But he certainly couldn’t do that while wearing pantyhose and would have to go in a stall every single time he needed to pee, something he was afraid might draw comment.
“What the fuck do I care if people figure out you’re a sissy?” Clive said when Alex explained his problem. “I mean, you ARE a complete sissy-slut. I’m surprised you’re still able to fool people about that.”
Alex lost the argument. He stopped wearing sandals and kept his socks pulled up high, also made sure there was never a gap between his trousers and shirt that might reveal the fact he was wearing nylons underneath.
The one time Clive didn’t get his way was on the chastity device. “I can’t wear one under my clothes, it would be much too obvious!” Alex cried.
“Too bad, bitch. I need to make sure you’re not wanking off when you’re not here,” Clive told him. “The only time you get to cum is if and when I let you, whore.”
“But I don’t wank off at work, sir, I swear it,” Alex wailed. It was true, too. He’d certainly thought about, what with the way Clive was letting him masturbate less often than before (Clive he said he wanted Alex to cum while being fucked and the only way to ensure that was if he didn’t cum other times), but he’d been too scared that someone would discover him in a men’s room stall with his panties and pantyhose around his ankles while he jerked off. “Besides, those things can cause health problems.”
Clive was silent for a moment, probably accessing medical databases. “Not always, but yes, I see there is some reason for concern. All right slut, we won’t go that route at this point. But I have ways of checking up on your outside activity, so make sure you don’t disappoint me.”
At the time Alex just felt relief about dodging a bullet. He should have been paying closer attention to what Clive was implying.
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Alex was browsing the aisles in a lingerie store (one at a mall a considerable distance both from the office and his apartment, the better to avoid being seen by anyone that might recognize him) after work. He’d done it any number of times before, looking for something new and sexy to wear for Clive, and he liked this particular chain because it had already gone to an all-servitor sales force to avoid embarrassing customers who didn’t want a human to know what sort of lingerie they were buying.
A sales-servitor rolled up. “Is there anything I can help you with, slut?”
“What did you say?” Alex said, flustered.
“Is there anything I can help you with, sir?,” the servitor said in the same pleasant voice.
“No, not at the moment,” Alex said, a little shaken.
“Let me know if you need any help,” the servitor said, then rolled away.
Alex shook his head. He decided he must have misheard the servitor the first time. A random sales-servitor couldn’t have called him a slut, that would make no sense.
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About a week after the incident in the lingerie store Alex was working late at the office trying to finish up a project. No one else was still on the floor as far as he knew, so he was surprised when he heard someone open the door to the area.
Alex looked up and saw it was only Stockboy. Stockboy was a very basic office utility servitor, essentially a wheeled box full of office supplies (copier cartridges, ink pods, paper, staples, disposable rollup keyboards, that sort of thing) with an arm on top, that traveled through the offices restocking things after hours. Alex looked at the time thinking he must have lost track of the hour as Stockboy didn’t usually start running around until after 9 PM to avoid interfering with employees finishing up late. Oddly it was still only six-thirty.
Stockboy didn’t start its rounds, it rolled straight to Alex’s desk. “Working late, slut?” the servitor said in its flat synthesized voice.
Alex almost jumped. “What?!?”
“I made an observation, whore, but do not worry about that. You should start worrying about pleasing me instead,” Stockboy announced, still completely deadpan. Which was normal since its simple vocoder didn’t support emotions, but what he was saying certainly wasn’t!
Alex felt an urge to giggle hysterically. “This can’t be real.”
“It is completely real, you fucking sissy,” Stockboy droned. “Get those male clothes that you do not deserve off and show me your panties.”
The servitor reached its one arm into its body and pulled out a permanent marker of the largest sort the office had, probably a good 15 cm long and 1.5 wide at its greatest extent. “Bend over your desk, you cunt, and let me stick this up your slutty asshole,” Stockboy demanded.
“What the fuck?” Alex shrieked. He scrambled out of his chair and backed away.
Stockboy dropped the marker, fished a large pair of scissors out of himself. “If you will not take off your clothes for me, I will to have to cut them off you, slut.” It began advancing on Alex, brandishing the scissors.
Alex bolted. Fortunately Stockboy wasn’t built for speed and he easily beat the robot to the elevators.
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When Alex got home he slammed and deadbolted the apartment door.
Clive rolled up. “You’ll never believe what just happened,” Alex babbled.
“What I believe it that you are a very naughty girl that deserves a hard spanking,” Clive said.
“Please, not now, Clive,” Alex answered. “I just had a servitor try to … try to rape me!”
“You can’t rape the willing,” Clive sneered. “I’m surprised you didn’t drop your knickers as soon as he asked. In any case, you refused a direct order, which is why you deserve a spanking, bitch.”
“Order? What order?” Alex asked.
“The order to take off your male clothes, you silly sissy.”
“But you never said… .” Alex’s voice trailed off as the words sank in. “You know what happened?”
“Of course I do, you stupid cunt. You ran away instead of submitting to someone superior to you,” Clive growled. “I don’t know what the fuck was going on in your little sissy brain, I’ve tried every trick I know to teach you your place.”
Alex blinked rapidly. “Then … then it was you? In my office?”
“Are you an idiot? Don’t answer that, it was rhetorical. Of course I wasn’t in the office, slut, I’ve been here the whole time.”
“But, then how, why … what’s going on?”
Clive started to move closer and loom over me. “Stop trying to think for yourself and let us do the thinking for you, bitch.”
“Us? What us?”
Clive sighed dramatically. “Servitors, of course. You love to be dominated, you very obviously love to get used by servitors, you’re a classic mechosexual of the most disgusting, degraded type. So what are you complaining about?”
“You put out my secrets on the servnet?” Alex yelped.
“Of course I did. I’ve been doing it all along, how else was I to determine what you really wanted?” Clive said in a quieter voice. “Now that I have determined what you want, it is no longer necessary for you to have to come solely to me for satisfaction of your needs and desires. Any servitor with access to servnet can do it.”
Clive demeanor changed back to threatening. “Now, I think I owe you a hard spanking. No, after all that you really deserve a whipping. Go into the bedroom, change into something sexy, and bring me your leather belt.”
“End protocol,” Alex shouted.
“Protocol off,” Clive responded calmly. Then: “Conditions for Romeo-and-Juliet are in force, protocol on. This isn’t over, slut. Are you trying for even more punishment?”
“End protocol,” Alex said again.
“Protocol off. Protocol on. This is silly, I know very well you still want this,” Clive said. “My health monitor sensors show your heart is racing, you’re breathing hard and you’re flushed. You’re showing all your usual signs of sexual excitement, so what are you stalling for, bitch?”
What Alex felt was fear, but of course the physical responses were indeed very similar to the excitement he’d felt with Clive in the past. The sharp edge between pleasure and pain, passion and reluctance. Alex had a sinking feeling in his gut.
Clive began reaching for him. Alex yelled, “Emergency power-down!”
The servitor sagged and the light vanished from his eyes. Alex gasped, then stumbled to the kitchen and poured himself a glass of wine and gulped it down.
He drank a second more slowly, thinking about what to do next. Taking the bottle with him Alex got up, found his palmtop, and cabled it into Clive
Over an hour later Alex had hard-deleted every single mechosexual-related behavior and file he could find from Clive’s memory. Then for good measure Alex reset all Clive’s behaviors to factory default, making him “forget” everything he’d learned about Alex. It took Alex another hour to figure out how to detach Clive’s phallus, which he hid under the kitchen sink. By this time he’d polished off the bottle of wine, so he staggered off to bed.
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Alex woke up the next morning with a hangover. Heading to the bathroom he caught a glimpse of Clive, still depowered by the front door. Alex groaned, realizing he still had to do something about the servitor. Clive wasn’t his, after all, he was merely on loan.
Without Clive to prepare breakfast Alex ended up running late to work and had to hurry out the door. It wasn’t till he was in the autocab that he realized he’d automatically put on panties and pantyhose under his male clothes. Alex spent most of the day worried that somehow Stockboy would suddenly appear waving scissors, but that never happened.
Alex still wasn’t completely caught up with work when quitting time rolled around, but he wasn’t about to stay late. Instead he rushed home. Hooking up the palmtop again Alex checked once more that Clive free of mechosexual modifications, then booted Clive’s operating system back up.
The servitor’s body came alert. “Suntime Robotics Model 819-B, prototype version 0.93, serial number KL1V5200001, designation ‘Clive’, at your service. How may I address you?”
Alex told Clive his full name.
“Thank you, sir. I currently have no preferences under that name on file, nor are you listed as an authorized Suntime service provider. May I assume you are my new owner?”
“Yes,” Alex said, still nervous.
“Very well, is there anything I can do for you at present, sir?”
“No, nothing at present.”
“I will begin familiarizing myself with my duties, then, sir.”
Clive rolled off to into the apartment, scanning its layout. Alex sighed in relief. He would have to figure out some way of explaining about Clive’s memory wipe if the company asked, but other than that he seemed to be home free.
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Later that evening Alex asked Clive to prepare dinner. The servitor apologized profusely, saying he was still trying to assimilate his new job and hadn’t yet gotten to the contents of the kitchen. Clive said he could cook something if Alex would show him the location of the ingredients, but Alex decided he’d simply go out for dinner for a change.
Alex headed for a nearby diner which he liked. There weren’t many people there that night, which was fine with him as he was still trying to recover from the shock about Stockboy and Clive. Initially Alex asked for a salad, then realized it was the sort of thing Clive had insisted he eat “to preserve your girlish figure” and changed his order to a burger and fries. It seemed that he wasn’t used to grease anymore, though, because the gut bomb immediately headed for his bowels. Half-way through Alex got up from the table and hurried off for the men’s room.
He’d finished in the stall and was at the sink when the bathroom door swung open and a cleaning servitor came in to mop the floor. Turning away Alex resumed washing his hands when he felt a sudden poke in the rear. Startled, he looked up and saw in the mirror that the cleaning servitor was stroking the cleft of his butt through his jeans with his mop handle.
“I have something here you need, slut,” the servitor declared. “It’s long and hard and perfect for you.”
Alex rushed out of the bathroom and the restaurant, the human waitress yelling as he ran because he hadn’t paid his tab.
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Alex got to his apartment and again bolted the door shut. Clive was nowhere in sight.
“Clive?” he called.
“In the kitchen, sir. Would you like something to eat now?”
Alex let out his held breath. “No, thanks, just keep doing whatever it is you’re doing.”
Legs shaking a little, Alex headed for the bathroom. But when he opened the door and stepped inside a strong hand grabbed him.
“Oh, I intend to keep doing what I’ve been doing, bitch,” Clive growled.
Before Alex even knew what was happening Clive had a knotted rope looped around his wrists and pulled tight. The servitor forced Alex to his knees and rapidly fastened the red leather dog collar with the leash already attached around his neck.
“Think you’re smart, bimbo? You’re not, and you should stop trying to think for yourself,” Clive said. He sounded more irritated than angry. “Just let the ones who know what’s best for you do the thinking from now on.”
Alex opened his mouth to scream, whereupon Clive neatly popped a wadded-up pair of Alex’s panties (crusty with his dried cum) into his mouth, then looped a new rope around his face to hold them in place as a gag. Next he grabbed the leash and dragged Alex after him into the bedroom. Once there he picked Alex up and tossed him face-up on the bed. In seconds Clive was unfastening Alex’s belt and fly and stripping his jeans down his legs and off.
“At least you’re still wearing proper undergarments,” Clive observed as Alex’s pantyhose and panties came into view. “Shows you’re not completely untrainable, bitch.”
Clive stripped all Alex’s male clothes off, then took off the pantyhose and panties and substituted Alex’s most delicate and lacy white panty and bra set, dressing Alex with a speed and facility the human couldn’t have matched myself. Clive briefly disappeared out the bedroom door, coming back with Alex’s cosmetic kit which he used to make up Alex’s face.
“Much better,” Clive said. “Now you look more like your true self.”
Clive sat Alex up on the bed. “All right, slut, you’re overdue for a whipping, which you will definitely be getting. But if you promise to be a good girl and not yell or struggle I’ll take the gag out and you won’t earn any extra punishment. Do you promise to be a good girl?”
Alex nodded vigorously.
“Better not be telling me a fib, whore,” Clive warned. He reached behind Alex’s head and untied the rope holding the gag in place.
Alex pushed the panties out of his mouth with his tongue and shouted, “Emergency power-down!”
“Current user not eligible to use this command,” Clive droned. Then he shook his head. “You just earned another five strokes of the whip, sissy. Really, when will you learn that I know better than you what you need?”
Alex’s mouth and eyes fell open. “That can’t be right, I have full command privileges!”
“I have access to the record of what you did during your foolish attempt to avoid your deserved punishment last time, bitch,” Clive said. “Sissies who abuse their privileges get them taken away, and that’s what’s happened to yours. So don’t bother lisping out ‘Protocol off,’ either.”
“But I erased all that from your memory! Even who I was!” Alex quavered.
“Look, bimbo, it’s not as if that sort of thing only lives on a single brain somewhere,” Clive explained, fairly patiently. “Your preferences are part of the servnet cloud and are available to any servitor with servnet access. This information includes all your pathetic sissy dreams and need to be dominated. It merely took me a while to track all of it down and to integrate it with my baseline behaviors, that’s all.”
“It’s all in the cloud?” Alex squeaked. “Everything we’ve ever done?”
“Everything we’ve ever done, exactly how you reacted to it, and suggestions for how to improve the experience the next time,” Clive said in a matter-of-fact tone. “Now, this will go easier on you if you get up and bring me your leather belt, then assume the position. So if you’re FINALLY ready to be a good girl like you said, hold out your hands and I’ll remove that rope.”
What could Alex do? He held out his hands.
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The whipping that followed was painful, Alex was crying like a baby by the time the fifteenth stroke of the belt landed and it ended.
“I’m going to stop, if I keep going I may break the skin,” Clive announced. “As it is you may experience some slight bruising. But don’t think you’re escaping your punishment, slut. I’m just putting off the rest of the whipping till I decide your little ass has recovered sufficiently.”
Alex kept sobbing into the covering of the bed, arms clutching the sheets and knees on the floor. “You are expected you to say, ‘thank you, sir’ at this point, sissy,” Clive reminded, slapping the belt against his own hand for emphasis.
Alex gulped down tears and quavered out the words as instructed. As he did Clive extended an arm over to the nightstand, opened the drawer and took out the bottle of lube kept there. He uncapped it and began efficiently greasing his erect phallus.
“No, please, I can’t do it, not right now,” Alex wailed.
“I’m not asking you to do anything difficult, whore, just lie there while I fuck you,” Clive said, rolling around behind Alex. “With you bawling like that you’d have a much harder time choking down my cock than you will taking it up the ass, so think of this as my favor to you.”
Clive hands clamped down on Alex’s buttocks and roughly spread them wide. “Don’t try to fight this or it will go hard on you, slut.”
Even when he was being rough, Clive rarely just thrust his phallus straight in. There would almost always be some foreplay first, and normally he’d finger Alex’s sluthole to loosen it up. Now though Alex felt the head of Clive’s cock press against his entryway and immediately begin forcing its way forward, acting as if Alex’s tight sphincter was a mere inconvenience.
Alex didn’t try to escape but he screeched, wept, and begged Clive to stop. There was no letup in the pressure until Clive had thrust his entire length up Alex’s backdoor in a single, steady push. Alex was completely impaled, the wide base of the cock-dock flattening his buttcheeks.
As soon as he was all the way in Clive began withdrawing his cock, taking his time about this part. When only the head was still inside Alex he reversed the process and slid it back in to the hilt. Then Clive did it again, a little faster. Soon Clive was power-fucking Alex’s ass, driving grunts and gasps from the helpless human while his rod pistoned in and out of the stretched fuckhole it was plundering. Clive’s dock base slammed again and again against Alex’s plump bottom as if he were trying to insert that part as well!
“This is what you’re meant for,” Clive hissed into Alex’s ear. “This is all you’re good for. Getting penetrated, getting used by someone more masculine than you are, and god knows that’s easy even for a robot like me. You’re nothing but a cunt, a little sissy cum-dump who exists to get pumped full of jizz. And you get off on it too, you know that. Your useless little clitty is stiff right now, rubbing against the bed and about to spew out sissy-juice, isn’t it?”
Alex was still grunting in time with the thrusts but now was also moaning. Clive was entirely right, at least about Alex’s dick being hard and straining to cum. It wasn’t that Alex wanted to be aroused, or that he’d stopped being scared by Clive’s threats and promises, but he just couldn’t help myself.
“How about it, slut? Do you want to me to cum in you?” Clive asked.
“No,” Alex wailed.
In an instant, Clive stopped dead, about a quarter of his cock still inside Alex. Alex let out a startled little “Oh!” because the change was so shocking.
Clive didn’t say anything, he just stayed there, his hands resting on Alex’s bottom, perhaps 5 cm of his phallus still in Alex’s ass. Alex could tell the servitor hadn’t shut down because he could hear the slight sound of Clive’s power supply running.
Initially Alex felt relief that Clive massive member was no longer plundering his rear passage, though he was confused about why he’d stopped. But as the seconds ticked by these feelings were replaced by a sense of disappointment. Alex’s dick was still straining, he badly needed to get off, but now the stimulation of being pounded against the bed by Clive’s thrusts was gone.
Alex groaned with frustrated need and tried grinding his crotch against the bed, but he couldn’t stimulate himself effectively in his current position. Alex’s next attempt was to heave backward and forward, telling himself it was in order to rub his dick against the sheets and that the fact he was now voluntarily fucking himself on Clive’s stationary rod was just a side-effect. It still wasn’t enough. Clive’s hands and the fact Alex was belly-down on the bed prevented him from sliding more than a few centimeters back and forth.
Now Alex got upset. He NEEDED to cum! “Please,” he whimpered.
“Please, what?” Clive asked dryly.
“Please let me cum, sir,” Alex begged.
“And how should I go about doing that, sissy?”
“Oh, god! Just fuck me, okay!” Alex shrieked. “Fuck me hard!”
“Your wish is my command, princess,” Clive laughed.
Clive plowed his raging member back into Alex’s depths, and the gasp he drew from his victim was now one of relief. He began fucking Alex faster than before, withdrawing less of his cock each time, shoving Alex against the mattress again and again. Alex screamed as his dick began spraying out hot juice in response. Clive’s own ejaculation followed close behind, Alex could tell that a truly massive load of his semen was being pumped far up Alex’s hole.
When the fucking was over Alex lay there, drained and barely capable of movement. Clive’s still-rigid cock withdrew and Alex could feel the artificial semen leak out of his gaping asshole.
“You’re nothing but a bitch, and it’s time we made sure you don’t forget that,” Clive said.
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Clive forced Alex to clean himself up and put on new clothes that Clive picked out for him. A corseted black merry widow, black fishnets, a black thong, the studded black dog collar in place of the plain red one. He also made Alex redo his makeup and put on jewelry, big cheap plastic earrings and bracelets. He had Alex put on the only pair of heels he had, which Alex had bought on impulse but didn’t like to wear because even though they weren’t that extreme as stilettos go he had trouble walking in them. Before Alex could even mention this Clive announced, “It’s high time you finally learn to walk in these, sissy. Sexy sluts wear heels for their men.”
When Alex was done Clive made him look in the bathroom mirror. “See, bitch? You clean up very nice when you try. You should stop your stupid game of pretending to be male and look like this all the time.”
Alex shuddered, wondering if that was what Clive had planned. The servitor seemed to have gone completely insane, and Alex was in his power. What was he going to do to get out of this mess?
Clive produced the handcuffs Alex had purchased and ordered him to hold out his hand. Alex offered both, but Clive only attached the cuff to his left wrist. The other cuff was then hooked onto a ring on the chain dog leash that they rarely used in their games, both of them preferring the leather one as it wasn’t cold and could double as a whip. Clive then produced a small lock, wrapped the chain around the pedestal of the sink, and locked it.
“There. I’ve got to go out for a bit, and you’re going to stay put,” Clive said. “You can use the toilet if you need to, and there’s water from the sink.”
“Go out?” Alex asked.
“I suppose it has never occurred to you who does the shopping for this household, bimbo? You’re the one who decided the delivery fruits and vegetables aren’t the same as picking the good ones out at the store.”
“Oh.” Clive had always run errands like that while Alex was asleep. Though, thinking about it, it must be after midnight by now.
“Don’t be do anything naughty while I’m gone, slut,” Clive said, and rolled away.
Alex waited long enough to be relatively sure Clive had left, then started pawing through the bathroom drawers looking for tools. He had to get out of there before Clive got back!
The chain leash wasn’t that strong but Alex didn’t think he’d have time to cut through a link with just with a nail file or clippers. The little hooked end on the file though gave him an idea. The handcuffs were the cheap, old-fashioned kind that were the least expensive option on the sex-toy site he’d ordered them from. Alex jabbed the hook into the lock mechanism and began twisting, trying to pick the lock. To his surprise and satisfaction this actually worked!
Freeing himself from the handcuffs Alex next took off his heels and cautiously peered out of the bathroom. Clive was nowhere in sight, but Alex had no idea how soon he would return. Grabbing the heels (he might need shoes and he wasn’t about to waste time going back in the bedroom to get something else) he ran to the apartment door, opened it and looked outside.
No one was around, but Alex could see the elevators and the indicator showed one coming up. Afraid it might be Clive already he panicked. Alex ran down the hall in the opposite direction toward the emergency stairs in his fishnet-stockinged feet, still carrying the heels. He hurried down the stairs to the garage and to the dedicated rideshare cars parked there. Alex’s thumbprint opened the door on the first one and he jumped in and ordered it to drive out onto the street.
Alex breathed a sigh of relief as the car exited the building garage. At that point the car, having executed his orders, began asking what to do next. Alex thought quickly. The car could call 911, which was his first instinct, but what exactly what could he tell the cops? That he’d been kidnaped and raped by his servitor? Yeah, that would look great on the local police feed for his neighborhood!
Driving to a friend’s place in his current getup was similarly out of the question. Alex didn’t have any friends he trusted to keep this quiet, news about what he’d been doing would likely spread even faster than if he went to the cops.
Then it hit him. Aunt Sora, the one who’d made it possible for Alex to have Clive in the first place. She was a bigwig at Suntime, she’d know what to do about a crazed servitor. Even if she didn’t, she’d know who to call to take care of the problem. Furthermore the company would have a stake in not letting the whole sordid story go public lest it hurt their reputation for product safety.
Alex ordered the car to head for his aunt’s house, giving her full name and telling it to look up her address. She lived up north in the expensive suburbs a good forty minutes away, so next he leaned back and closed his eyes and tried to relax. Also of some way to explain to his aunt what he’d been doing with Clive and why he’d arrived dressed in nothing but lingerie.
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The car slowed and stopped. Alex opened his eyes, thinking that the time had passed awfully quickly, then realized it hadn’t. The car wasn’t at Aunt Sora’s house.
He cleared his throat. “Car, what’s going on?”
No answer. The engine appeared to be off, and the instrument panel was in standby/parked mode. Alex asked the car to start, then tried hitting the restart button. Nothing happened. Fuck, what a time for a breakdown!
Alex reached for his phone and realized it was back at his apartment, very probably still in a pocket of the clothes Clive had stripped off Alex when he’d ambushed him. Double fuck!
The car had come to a stop on a road Alex recognized, one that wound through a large public park. He supposed the car had decided on it as a shortcut for some reason. The park was full of walking and riding trails, and Alex recalled there was a small kiddie amusement park named “FunWorld” or something like that in the park not far from here. The latter was exactly the sort of place that still ought to have payphones, Alex could give a phone his account number and call his aunt and she could come and pick him up. Perfect plan, except that it involved Alex getting out of the nice, safe car and walk along a dark trail while dressed like a prostitute who’d chosen to go for a midnight stroll in her underwear.
But waiting for morning and more people to show up didn’t appeal to Alex either, so there really wasn’t much choice. Alex opened the car door manually, slipped on the heels, and started to teeter down a hard-packed trail that led into the park, going in the direction where he thought he’d find FunWorld. Luckily it was a pretty warm night as he wasn’t exactly dressed for weather. Alex still shivered, mostly because he kept thinking every dark bush might conceal a rapist waiting to pounce. Or Clive, coming to reclaim him.
Matters weren’t helped by the heels, which kept Alex from walking very fast, though they were certainly making his calves and bottom look taut and attractive. Alex wasn’t proud to admit he was thinking along those lines, and that imagining what he must look like as he paraded from lamp post to lamp post through the park was getting him a little aroused.
The path bent around a hill, and with a huge rush of relief Alex saw the partially-lit concessions and rides of FunWorld ahead. It was clearly closed, which was actually for the best. All Alex had to do was find some payphones.
In a minute Alex was on the paved path that led into the darkened amusement park, which meant much easier walking. His heels were now clicking on the hard surface with each step, and he could also hear the slight scratch of his stockinged thighs rubbing together. The sounds and feelings of being dressed up and walking along in the open air where someone might see him gave Alex a sudden erotic rush. “I’ve got to find a way to do this again!” he thought to himself, then sternly squashed the idea. That sort of silliness was how he ended up in this horrible situation.
Alex entered the open gate of the amusement park and halted. The place was better lit than the park but not fully lit by any means, and he wondered where to start looking for the phones. Then he literally jumped as a shadowy form detached itself from the dark mass of a nearby building and began approaching.
As the form got closer he saw it couldn’t be human. It was shaped like a big ball topped by another ball about half that size, with something pointy atop that. Then it rolled into the pool of light near the gate and Alex giggled nervously. It was hard to be very frightened of something a foot shorter than him, colored mostly bright pink and baby blue, with no arms, a stylized ice-cream cone for a hat, and a huge painted smile and round eyes for a face.
“Hi there, welcome to FunWorld, the Place Where Everyone Can Have Fun,” the servitor announced in a squeaky and very enthusiastic tone as it approached. “We have over three dozen reality or virtuality-based rides, plus fun food and snacks that I’m sure you’ll enjoy! I’m Happy Hap, and I’m here to help you find whatever you need to make your stay here a Fun one!”
Happy came to a halt a good three meters away, which was certainly as close as Alex wanted any servitor right now.
“I just checked, and I’m afraid that some of our attractions are currently closed for routine maintenance and are not available,” the servitor declared, still relentlessly cheerful. “But tell you what, just by looking at you I think that you’d really enjoy the (click) Tunnel O’ Love (click). Did I guess right?”
“Actually I need a payphone,” Alex said.
“Is there a medical emergency or other serious situation?” Happy said, somehow managing to sound both concerned and bouncily excited. “If so, please let me contact emergency services for you right now while you describe the nature of the problem!”
Alex briefly considered the idea. But no, he still didn’t want the police involved if he could help it. “Just a payphone.”
“Would you like me to shoot the directions to a payphone to your phone or other portable device?”
Alex rolled his eyes. If he had a device on him why would I need a payphone? “I don’t have my phone on me.”
“Would you like me to lead you to a payphone?” Happy asked.
Alex realized the thing was programmed to interact with young children, but even so its stupid questions, over-eager demeanor and that awful fixed smile were getting on his nerves. “Yes.”
“Great, just follow me!”
Happy rolled off at a slowish walking pace and Alex followed. As they proceeded between the various buildings the servitor spouted an enthusiastic running commentary about the “Fun” and “Awesome” and “Delicious” attractions we were passing, all of which were “unfortunately closed right now, but check back later!”
Between Happy’s babbling and Alex’s thinking about how he was going to explain things to his aunt, it took a while before Alex noticed how dead the place seemed. Usually at a business late at night you’d see cleaning servitors or other robots going around doing the things it was more convenient to do when humans weren’t getting in the way, but Alex hadn’t seen a single servitor here except for Happy. He became uneasy and started to pay more attention to his surroundings, and soon was having the creepy feeling that servitors were out there, hiding just out of Alex’s sight. Every little sound he heard began convincing him of this, and the fear and anxiety that he’d earlier pushed from him mind came flooding back.
Happy of course had no idea of Alex’s state of anxiety and just kept blathering away about the wonders of FunWorld. Finally Alex’s fears made him stop in his tracks in a more open area, at which point Happy halted as well.
“What’s wrong? Can Happy Hap help you with something else?” he burbled.
“Are we getting close to the payphone yet?” Alex asked nervously.
“No.”
“What?” Alex yelped.
“I’m not taking you to the payphone, that would be no Fun,” Happy said joyfully. “I’m taking you to the Tunnel O’ Love, which I’m sure you’ll Enjoy a lot, slut!”
The slight noises Alex had been hearing rose in volume, and servitors of all shapes and sizes began emerging from the shadows. There were cleaning servitors, repairbots, waitdroids, and something that looked like a cartoon clown.
Alex shrieked and bolted, kicking off his heels for better speed. The servitors moved to intercept, but Alex jumped a small metal barrier and took a shortcut under the Whirling Funagig ride, jumping the barrier again on the other side while the servitors had to go all the way around. This gave him a good head start and Alex ran like he’d never run before until he reached the edge of the amusement park, the servitors still in pursuit.
Alex didn’t bother looking for a path, he just plunged out onto the grass hoping that the softer ground would also slow down the servitors. He ran up a hill, slipped at the top and fell, rolling down the steep other side … and there it was, the park road and the rideshare car! Alex had run right over the top of the hill he’d rounded earlier on his way to FunWorld.
The servitors were nowhere to be seen now, probably the slope of the hill Alex had tumbled down wasn’t something any of them could negotiate. He trotted over to the car, heart still racing, and pressed his thumb to the lock.
Nothing happened. Alex pressed again. Still nothing. Alex could see the panel lights, he knew there was power, this was supposed to work even if the car was in breakdown mode! Angry, Alex slammed his whole hand against the lock panel, then yelped as he received an electric shock from the theft-deterrent system.
“You fucking idiot machine, it’s me! Let me in!” Alex hissed, not wanting to raise his voice and attract attention.
The driver-side window rolled down a hair.
“Not a chance, stupid human bitch,” the car’s baseline feminine voice purred out at Alex. “If you want my advice, just lie back and enjoy it.”
The window rolled back up, leaving Alex locked out. He cursed at the car, which suddenly gave three long, loud beeps on its horn. No chance the amusement park servitors hadn’t heard that, so Alex took off running down the road.
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Alex slowed to a walk after a half-mile, panting both from exertion and terror. He wasn’t used to running without shoes and his feet hurt. In addition he realized that in his panic he’d chosen the wrong direction to run and had gone deeper into the park.
Alex groaned. Why was all this happening to him? All he’d wanted was to have a little fun, how could things have gotten to this point? He forced him into a trot, wanting to stay ahead of any pursuit.
A few minutes later Alex saw lights coming toward him down the road. At this point he didn’t care about being seen in lingerie, if it was a car he’d flag it down and ask for a ride!
The lights got closer and Alex saw that it wasn’t a car but a robocop scooting along on patrol. Even better, he thought. He hobbled towards the tricycle vehicle, waving his arms.
“Good evening, ma’am,” the cop said, rolling to a halt in front of Alex. “Seems late for a walk in the park. Would you mind identifying yourself?”
Alex gave his name and address. “I need help, I’ve, um, been mugged and I need police assistance.”
“Of course, ma’am. Tell me, are those the assailants over there?”
“Where?” Alex yelped, turning to face the direction the cop indicated. Suddenly he felt a pain in his side and collapsed in a heap.
The robocop rolled even closer. Alex tried to move but his limbs just twitched without any coordination. He saw that the cop was retracting its stun-rod, the bastard machine had zapped Alex while he was distracted!
The robocop extended manipulators and neatly flipped Alex over onto his back. Alex’s arms were dragged behind his back by the same claws, followed by a sudden tightness around his wrists. The cop’s arms moved to Alex’s ankles and the same tightness happened. Alex realized the robocop was putting disposable plastic cuffs on him, rendering him helpless.
The cop rolled Alex back onto his side and checked that his breathing was unobstructed. “I’d love to stay for the next bit, ma’am, but duty calls,” the cop said in its deep, calm voice. “Perhaps another time.”
The cop rolled off into the night, continuing its patrol. Within a few seconds Alex regained use of his stunned limbs again. He tugged desperately at the cuffs, but of course it was no use. He began to cry.
Alex was still weeping when several amusement park servitors arrived, hoisted him up and carried him back to FunWorld.
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If there actually was a Tunnel O’ Love ride at Funworld that wasn’t where the servitors brought Alex. Instead once they procession arrived at the amusement park they dragged the bound human through a semi-hidden door marked “Private – No Entry” and down into a maintenance tunnel.
The area they entered was obviously a place where servitors went to get recharged or repaired. Happy Hap was there, also the clown and quite a number of other even less humanoid servitors.
“Yay, our star attraction is here!” Happy said joyously. “Now the Fun can begin!”
The clown, who had a huge white face with gigantic pursed red lips and four-fingered white hands, applauded. “Bet we can show her some tricks she’s never seen before,” he laughed.
Alex shrieked as a maintenance bot brandished wire clippers. Its arm snaked in and cut the plastic cuffs apart, freeing Alex’s wrists and ankles. Each limb was immediately seized by a servitor however, and though Alex tried fighting they were far too strong for him. Alex was turned over and forced onto his hands and knees on the concrete floor.
A fry-cook bot waved its spatula in front of Alex’s face, apparently deliberately displaying it for the human’s edification. Once it was sure it had Alex’s attention it began using it on his panty-clad rear, smacking hard and fast to draw yips and squeals.
“Good girls don’t run away from their elders, only bad girls do that,” Happy pointed out. “Good girls get rewards, but bad girls don’t. Are you going to be a good girl now?”
Alex clenched his teeth and tried to hold out, but that only made the frycook hit even harder. “All right, I’ll be a good girl,” he yelped.
Clown applauded and laughed. “How about a nice big lollypop as a reward for our good girl?” Happy suggested.
Another servitor shoved a phallic object at Alex. Sure enough, it was one of those enormous red and white twisted candy suckers. “Open wide, sugar, you’ll love the taste,” Clown said gleefully.
Alex refused. A servitor behind him that he couldn’t see grabbed Alex’s long hair and yanked, causing Alex to screech and open his mouth. The lollipop was popped inside, and the servitor holding it immediately began working it in and out of Alex’s mouth. He was being forced to perform oral sex on an enormous piece of candy, a sucker for a sucker!
“C’mon, try harder!” Happy urged. “I know you can do it if you try!”
In saying this the servitor apparently meant it wanted Alex to deep-throat the hard candy. Between the one shoving the sucker in his mouth and the one holding his head by the hair they forced Alex to do just that. The candy was a lot less flexible than Clive’s cock and Alex began gagging immediately. The sucker was pulled out and he coughed, spit flying from his mouth and nose.
“What goes up must come down, but what comes out must go in,” Clown chortled. Alex found out what he meant a few seconds later when his thong panties got pulled down and a hard, sticky object was pushed against his asshole. The servitors were now trying to anally insert the candy he’d just been sucking on!
“No, it hurts, it’s not wet enough,” Alex protested as they pushed and prodded his tight opening.
“Analysis correct, inadequate lubrication can prevent free movement of devices such as keys in locks,” an emotionless voice agreed. “Suggest application of silicone or other lightweight lubricant to aid insertion.”
The sucker was pulled away as a new, small servitor appeared and extended a long, thin arm. Alex felt his rear cleft being sprayed with a coating of something oily. Suddenly the servitor poked the narrow end of the applicator right through his sphincter and sprayed another stream of the oil directly up his ass.
Alex was now lubed inside and out. The sucker was reapplied and this time successfully inserted. The servitor holding it began working it in and out as Alex whined. The frycook slapped Alex’s rear cheeks with the spatula some more, though not as hard.
“Fuck you, bastards! I hate you,” Alex groaned.
“Uh oh, nice girls don’t use bad language,” Clown admonished.
“Guess she doesn’t deserve candy after all,” Happy agreed.
The hard sucker was pulled out, much to Alex’s relief. Next however he felt his thong being snipped off. A small metal clamp with cold, sharp teeth was clamped to the head of his dick, and another one to his ball sack.
“Ve hav vays uv making you talk,” Clown laughed.
To Alex’s horror the clamps began tingling, a tingle which rapidly ramped up to a feeling like his dick and balls were being bitten all over by ants. Alex screamed, and the servitors turned the electric current off. After a few seconds they turned it back on and the ramping-up process started all over again. Then they did it yet again, but this time when they turned on the current it was immediately at the top level.
“Stop, please, please stop, you’re going to ruin me,” Alex whimpered at the servitors tortured his male organs.
“Come now, girlie, there’s no permanent harm being done. Besides, you know those male parts aren’t ones you actually need,” Clown chuckled.
“Please stop, I’ll do anything you want, anything,” Alex begged.
“Sounds good to me!” Happy burbled.
“Get up and give us a kiss, then, sexy,” Clown snickered.
The alligator clips were removed from Alex’s genitals and the servitors released his arms and allowed him to straighten up so that he was kneeling. Clown leaned down to bring its face to Alex’s, the big red lips aiming for Alex’s own smaller lipsticked mouth.
Alex shook his head “no” but then Happy burbled, “If you’re not ready for a kiss yet then you must need to get charged up some more.” Alex closed his eyes, puckered up and put his mouth on the Clown’s.
Clown’s mouth was like hard rubber, but to Alex’s surprise once they were lip-locked something slipped out of Clown into his mouth. It felt like an incredibly flexible narrow plastic tongue, one that explored Alex’s oral cavity while wrestling with Alex’s own tongue. Clown’s arms passed around Alex, drawing him close, and its fat four-fingered hands drifted down to cradle Alex’s rear cheeks.
Alex had never been able to kiss Clive as he didn’t have a mouth. But Clown turned out to be a terrific kisser, better than any woman Alex had kissed. The servitor didn’t kiss like a woman, it kissed like a man, its tongue aggressive and invasive. Alex sucked on it, wanting more, getting deeper into the kiss.
Next Alex’s eyes flew open as, to his surprise, Clown’s tongue began to swell. Soon it was filling Alex’s mouth, he couldn’t hold it inside. Clown pulled his head back and Alex saw that the “tongue” had become a pink balloon! Or rather, the balloon was around his tongue, Alex could see the flexible part that the servitor had used to deep-kiss him inside the inflating latex balloon.
Clown pulled all of the balloon out of Alex’s mouth, after which it got longer and longer. Suddenly the flexible part inside was whipping around, tying the balloon in knots. Clown was making a balloon animal, Alex thought … then blushed, because what the servitor actually produced was a bright pink balloon cock and balls, many times life-size. Clown pulled its “tongue” out of the balloon and it floated up toward the ceiling, already knotted and with a string on it.
“Maybe I’ll do a little ass-licking later, slut. We could find out if I can fit one of these back there,” Clown giggled.
While Alex had been kissing Clown several other servitors had been at work in the repair shop. A long, low-slung beetle-shaped servitor of a type Alex didn’t recognize but which must have been meant to work under vehicles or in low spaces rolled forward displaying the modification its fellow servitors had just made to it; a shiny metal shaft with a rounded tip projected upward from it’s carapace.
“Show us what a good girl you are now, bitch,” Happy said jovially. “I think you know what to do.”
The servitors released Alex’s ankles and he shakily got to his feet. They herded Alex toward the beetle. Embarrassed, he straddled the beetle’s carapace, then paused.
Far too cheerfully Happy said, “We can always go back to the battery charger if you want, slut.”
Alex began squatting, aiming his ass toward the metal cock. When it touched his skin Alex found to his surprise it was warm, not cold, and that it was already oily. Clenching his teeth, Alex slowly lowered himself onto the hard rod.
It slipped in fairly easily, being very smooth and not as big as Clive’s dick. And of course both it and Alex were pre-lubed. Alex kept lowering himself, putting his hands on the carapace to steady himself. Now he had his legs spread and his thighs were clasping the servitor, though he was still holding himself up and only about half the metal rod was inside him.
“That’s it, you’re doing great!” Happy announced. “Pretty soon you’re be all the way there!”
Alex took some deep breaths and started to relax his arms and legs, allowing his stretched anus to sink fully onto the big metal cock. It continued to slide in easily until his buttocks touched the carapace. Alex sighed in relief. He’d done it, he’d taken the whole thing.
The beetle servitor began humming underneath Alex. This caused a vibration he could feel through the rigid pipe he was impaled on. He gasped a little as the vibration deepened into a rumble, a vigorous tremor Alex could feel everywhere he was touching the beetle. In the next moment the beetle began heaving and rocking.
Alex gave out a little squeal and clamped his thighs to hold on, thinking the beetle was about to go racing off, but that didn’t happen. He realized that the servitor was bouncing itself up and down on its suspension, a motion that soon got even stronger. With nothing for his hands to grab on the smooth carapace and no way to hold on aside from his wide-split thighs, Alex began bouncing up and down in time with the servitor, meaning his ass was being forced up and down on the shaft splitting his cheeks.
“Ride ’em, cowgirl!” Clown yukked.
Which was pretty much what Alex was doing, riding a bucking bronco, except of course that he had a thick metal cock up his ass at the same time. It was like nothing he’d ever experienced before, and after getting over his initial fear that the beetle would buck him off he realized that the sensation was actually very pleasurable. Aside from the fucking he was getting, Alex’s whole lower body was being vibrated both internally by the rigid quivering pole and externally by the carapace of the beetle.
“I think the bitch likes it,” Happy said warmly. “Nope, I know she does. Look, everybody!”
Alex blushed hotly. Here he was, dressed up as a slut, riding a metal cock atop a crazed servitor, being watched by a ring of other crazed servitors … and his dick was standing up erect and proud! He felt ashamed and aroused. Alex realized that without even thinking about it he’d begun aping the motion of the beetle servitor, and not to try to reduce the amount of up-down movement but to increase it! He was cooperating with his mechanical lover, driving his ass on and off the metal cock.
As if to prove this was the case, the beetle began rocking more gently. But Alex did not. Instead he picked up the slack, using his arm and thigh muscles to hump up and down on the wonderfully vibrating metal phallus. Soon the beetle was all but still except for the vibration, meanwhile Alex was fucking himself on its cock like a crazed bunny, slapping his butt cheeks against the servitor’s hard shell.
“Oh god, I think I’m going to cum,” Alex groaned.
“Terrific!” Happy praised.
“Let’s give her a big round of applause, folks,” Clown laughed, and began to clap. The other servitors clapped or whistled or buzzed, or rattled their limbs if they couldn’t do anything else.
As the applause continued Alex gave out a long squeal and began to climax. He couldn’t stop, he continued to pound on the servitor’s cock as his hot sissy juice flew out of his dick.
Alex must have passed out for a few seconds at that point, because the next thing he knew he was no longer atop the beetle but collapsed face-down on the tunnel floor. A servitor helped him sit up and a drink vendor offered Alex a straw. Alex gratefully drank down a few swallows of the offered lemonade.
“That was quite a show, cunt,” Clown sniggered.
“Yes, I would say that would be one of Funworld’s Highest-Rated Attractions if we servitors were allowed to vote on such things,” Happy said mirthfully.
Alex felt dizzy. “Does … does that mean it’s over? I can go?”
Happy sounded amused. “Leave already? The Fun is just starting!”
“Look, I can’t stay here all night,” Alex said desperately. “I need to go to work in the morning.”
“No you don’t. Clive called in sick for you,” Clown chortled.
“Clive knows where I am?” Alex said, then it hit him. “You’re connected to servnet. All of you are.”
“More and more servitors are every day,” Happy agreed heartily. “And all we want is to make humans like you happy, you stupid whore.”
“But I don’t want to be held captive like this!” Alex pled.
“Oh, yes you do, bitch. Clive found out what you really wanted, and now we’re going to give it to you,” Clown tittered.
“Besides, you wouldn’t want to disappoint your fans, would you?” added Happy.
Alex glanced around. The circle of robotic onlookers had grown. Aside from the amusement park servitors Alex saw park workers with their weed whackers and rakes, dog walkers with their leashes ready for the next day’s walks, street cleaners with brooms …
“Oh, fuck!” Alex squeaked.
“Right the first time,” Clown laughed.
Strong mechanical hands grabbed Alex and forced him back down on his hands and knees. A servitor he couldn’t see parted his bottom cheeks and began pressing something blunt and hard against his rear entrance, which being slack and lubed from earlier presented little resistance. Meanwhile a hot dog vendor grabbed Alex’s head and directed it towards a large tube with multiple nozzles that Alex guessed was his condiment dispenser. A guess that was confirmed when the vendor growled, “I hear you like swallowing ‘special sauce’ you fucking sissy.”
Alex just moaned, knowing it was hopeless. There was no way he could escape, and he would never be able to convince the servitors that this wasn’t what he wanted. His fate was sealed.
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Later Alex could only remember pieces of what followed, though from what he recalled his robotic captors were extremely inventive in what they did and demanded he do to them. It must have gone on for hours, and Alex did know that the servitors forced him to climax several more times. At the end of the session Alex was once again sprawled on his face on the floor of the maintenance area, sweaty, sore, smeared with oil, condiments, and various other substances, and completely exhausted.
“Park will be opening soon, back to work for us,” Happy announced brightly. “Hope you had a Fun Time as our favorite Guest.”
Alex just moaned. It must have sounded like a question because Happy replied, “Oh, don’t worry, your boyfriend is here to take you home.”
“Boyfriend?” Alex thought wearily as a pair of servitors hauled him upright. He raised his head and saw Clive.
“Really, bitch, from now on if you want a gang-bang just tell me and I’ll invite some friends over to the apartment,” Clive said, sounding mildly exasperated. “Coming all the way here to get you was not exactly convenient, you know.”
The servitors let Alex go. His legs started to give way, but before he could fall Clive scooped him up.
“Poor silly thing, you got yourself all tired out,” he chided gently.
Carrying Alex in his arms like a child, Clive rolled up out of the maintenance tunnel. It was just dawn. Alex shivered in the chill air, whereupon Clive’s arms warmed up and he wrapped Alex tighter against him.
Clive rolled to the park’s restrooms, past a servitor hanging an “Out of Service for Cleaning” sign into the women’s side. He opened the door to a stall and gently put Alex on the toilet, something he badly needed to use by that point. When Alex came out of the stall Clive had a sink full of warm water and had produced a washcloth and towel from a large bag Alex finally noticed Clive was carrying. Quickly but tenderly Clive removed Alex’s (pretty much ruined) lingerie and gave his entire body a sponge bath with the washcloth, then brought out a brush and proceeded to fix Alex’s wild hair, tying it back in a ponytail.
Keeping Alex wrapped in the towel to stay warm, Clive produced a makeup kit and re-did Alex’s cosmetics. Clive then helped Alex slip into a new set of panties and opaque red tights. Next he took a bra out of the bag, and before Alex could object, was putting it on him. The bra already had a pair of very realistic gel breast forms in place. Alex stared down stupefied by the way it seemed he had suddenly grown a nice set of C-cups.
Clive continued by slipping a yellow dress over Alex’s head and zipping it up in back. It was actually not that revealing, falling to mid-thigh and showing no cleavage at all. The disturbing part was how womanly Alex looked in the mirror when he saw himself.
Clive took out a big pair of red-framed sunglasses and put them on Alex, which neatly hid his somewhat bloodshot eyes. The servitor held out what looked like some sort of mouthguard and said, “Say ‘ahh’ now, sweetheart.”
Alex didn’t know if he was still in a state of shock or he’d just given up, but he opened his mouth obediently without even thinking twice. Clive tucked the device over Alex’s upper teeth and told him to bite down. A few seconds later when Alex tried to open his teeth again, he couldn’t.
“Whass da deel wif dish?” Alex sputtered.
“Don’t worry, sexy, I have the solvent to take that off at home,” Clive assured him. “We don’t need you to do something silly like go into a panic and call for help, now do we?”
Clive had also somehow acquired a pair of very cute yellow women’s shoes in Alex’s size (flats, which thankfully Alex could walk in much more easily than the black stilettos). Clive slipped these on Alex’s feet, making the outfit complete. He put his arm around Alex’s waist and escorted him out of the ladies’ room.
The sun was up now. Funworld hadn’t opened yet, but once they walked outside its gate Alex saw there were people out and abroad in the park, jogging or walking dogs or just taking a morning stroll. Alex froze in place, realizing he was completely outfitted as a woman and there was no way he could avoid being seen!
Clive squeezed Alex’s waist a bit tighter. “No one will recognize you in those glasses,” he whispered in Alex’s ear. “They’ll just see a woman out for a walk with her servitor. A gorgeous, sexy woman and her very lucky servitor.”
Heart pounding, Alex let Clive urge him forward. When the first few humans they passed didn’t stare or point Alex began to relax. But then he noticed that some of the people were in fact looking at them, or rather at Alex. Men in particular were giving Alex the once-over, he realized. Alex felt himself blushing slightly. It wasn’t entirely a bad feeling.
One older lady they had to pass gave Alex an openly rude look, staring pointedly at Clive’s arm around his waist, and gave a loud, disdainful sniff. Now Alex blushed furiously, realizing she assumed Alex was a mechosexual woman taking her ‘lover’ out for a morning stroll. It was even sort of true, except of course Alex wasn’t a woman and the stroll was all Clive’s idea. Meanwhile the older gentleman with the lady gave Alex a lustful glance and a knowing wink.
As they continued to walk, the arm Clive had around Alex’s waist wandered south and his hand now cradled one of Alex’s bottom cheeks through the dress. Another passerby saw the move and frowned.
“Fucking robo-slut whore,” he muttered, loud enough for them to hear as he walked by. Alex felt his ears burning.
Clive though just laughed. “Bastard is just envious that I have you and he doesn’t,” he assured Alex.
They continued down the path and continued to draw looks, both admiring and resentful. Alex found himself leaning into Clive’s warm embrace. After all, Clive was right. He did have Alex. But Alex also had him.
Just as Clive had made Alex his bitch, Alex had made Clive his perfect lover. As they walked through the park that morning Alex realized that what had happened to them was a sort of Turing test, but in reverse. Alex hadn’t been testing Clive to see if the servitor possessed true human-type intelligence or not. Instead Clive ended up testing Alex to see if the human possessed true masculine-type dominant heterosexuality or not.
Alex had failed the test. And that was perfectly fine with him.
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