The C-Phone 2 (mc)
by z119z
© 2013 by the author
Like all of Michaels’s servitors, the young man waiting for him was dressed in a gray suit and a white shirt and was wearing a red tie. The color scheme looked like the logo for Michaels’s company. A gray rectangle, bisected by a narrow white triangle, which in turn was pierced by a red line positioned at the top of the rectangle and extending almost to the bottom.
“Your clothes, Sir.” The servant waited while Robert’s hands removed the polo shirt and jeans that he was wearing. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his briefs, pushed them down his legs without hesitation, nearly touching his toes with his hands, and stepped out of them. He realized suddenly that with his back to the servant the motion of bending over while keeping his legs straight had pulled his buttocks apart, exposing his ass. Inwardly his mind throbbed with shame and embarrassment; outwardly, however, his body stood at ease, waiting for the next command.
When Robert was naked, the servant said, “This way, Sir,” and led Robert down the hallway and into a cubical room about eight feet along each dimension.
“An attendant will be with you in a moment, Sir.” The servant closed the door. Robert heard the lock engage behind him. Robert’s body turned around so that he faced the door. He stood at ease, arms hanging loosely by his sides, his eyes staring forward. There was no handle on the inside of the door. He was trapped in the room. Even if he could move his arms, he couldn’t open the door.
Gleaming white tiles covered the walls and floor of the room. A bright light coming from behind clear plastic squares high up along the walls bounced off every surface, magnifying the glare. The floor sloped gently from all sides toward a drain in the middle of the floor. Four large flat shower heads were equally spaced across the ceiling. Three metal hoses were attached to the wall opposite the door. Each had a different nozzle. Even though the room was hot, Robert shivered. At least he trembled mentally. Physically he still had no control over his body. Mentally he was banging on the door and screaming “Let me out,” but physically he stood still over the drain in the floor, his feet positioned about a foot apart. No sound reached into the room from outside. He was totally isolated and helpless.
Robert lost track of the time he waited. His body never moved. He wondered if he had been forgotten.
The attendant’s entrance was almost noiseless. One moment Robert was alone in the room; the next a man wearing rubber boots and gloves and a black rubber apron that covered the front of his body from his neck to his knees was standing beside Robert. The tops of plastic tubes and bottles peeked out from a row of pockets in the apron at hip level. A clear plastic faceplate held in place by a rubber strap around the man’s head covered his eyes. When he turned to close the door, Robert could see that the man was naked beneath the apron and other gear.
“Good morning, Sir. My name is Benjamin. I will be your personal service attendant while you are with us. Now, if you will bend over, Sir, and just relax.”
Robert’s body bent forward at the waist of its own accord. Benjamin stepped behind Robert. He heard a cap being snapped off a bottle. The next thing Robert felt was Benjamin’s finger spreading lube in his ass. The gel was cold at first, but it warmed quickly as the attendant spread it generously. As frightened and as angry and panicky as Robert was, he registered a small gasp of pleasure in his mind as the man’s finger probed deeply into his rectum and slid back and forth spreading the lube. Benjamin then removed a hose from its holder on the wall of the bathtub. The hose ended in a tube about six inches long perforated along its entire length. He rubbed a thick coating of lube on it. Then he slid the entire length of the tube into Robert’s ass. Robert’s mind froze.
“This will just take a minute, Sir. I will be as quick as I can. Mr. Michaels likes his test-subjects to be clean.” Benjamin held the tube with one hand so that it was above the anal ring and would not pop out. He slowly opened a valve with his other hand, letting a stream of warm sudsy water flow gently into Robert. Robert felt the pressure of the water rising inside his gut. Benjamin slowly pulled the tube out and then pushed it in again several times. He’s fucking me, thought Robert. He felt as violated as if he were being raped, but his damn face was grinning with pleasure. Even though his mind was protesting the assault, his body seemed to welcome the sensation of being penetrated slowly and repeatedly by the metal tube and the warm water.
“That should do it, I think, Sir.” The attendant pulled the douche hose out. A stream of filthy water spurted out of Robert’s ass. He would have cried in embarrassment if he could have done so, but he still had the same vacuous smile of pleasure on his face. One part of his mind even felt relieved, not that the enema was over but that he was clean. It was important that a beta-tester be clean for Mr. Michaels. When Robert was drained, Benjamin began soaping Robert’s body. His fingers and hands reached everywhere. He peeled back Robert’s foreskin and washed the penis. His soapy hands kneaded Robert’s balls and then scrubbed vigorously between Robert’s ass cheeks. He washed Robert’s hair. He cleaned beneath Robert’s finger- and toenails. When Robert’s entire body was encased in suds, hot, steaming water poured out of the showerheads. After fifteen minutes, the water stopped and blasts of hot air began to dry Robert’s body. His arms lifted by themselves and he spread his legs so that the hot air could dry all parts of him.
When Robert was completely dry, the door clicked open. An attendant—Robert thought it might be the same one as before—waited in the hallway. “This way, Sir.”
Robert walked, his legs automatically following the attendant, down a long hallway. They passed several people working in offices and labs off the hallway. Some of them greeted the attendant. Most of them glanced at Robert. Their looks were clinical. Robert’s body was still hot from the shower, and his skin was red. His mind was equally red from humiliation at the intimate invasion he had suffered and at the way he was being so casually displayed. He had no choice, but that made no difference. He still felt degraded—and worried about what might happen next.
At the end of the hallway, a staircase led upward. The door at the top opened on the foyer of Michaels’s apartment. The attendant led Robert through the living room and then into the passageway that led to Michaels’s bedroom. Michaels lay on the bed, his head and shoulders propped up on pillows. He was naked, his pale legs spread apart. His balls sagged in their sack, and his cock lay flaccid beneath his huge belly. He was eating a bowl of popcorn, cramming it into his mouth by the fistfuls. He stuffed so much in he had trouble closing his jaws to chew. Stray kernels littered the bedspread. “Ah, that’s better,” he mumbled. “But you don’t look happy to see me, Robert.”
Michaels picked up a cell-phone from the bed. “We can’t have that.” He punched in a series of numbers. Instantly Robert’s cock grew hard and rigid. “Better. Much better. You should always greet me with an erect cock, Robert. It will be your way of saluting me.” Michaels laughed. He shoved another handful of popcorn into his mouth and then set the bowl aside.
“Time to show you what the C-Phone can do. You’re going to love this, Robert. I could make you love it, but I’m not going to do that. I want your mind to be fully aware of what is happening to your body. Later, I may erase what remains of your consciousness, but for now I want you to experience all the apps I’ve invented. It will increase my pleasure to know that you’re suffering. Suffering mentally, that is, not physically. Physically, you’re going to enjoy everything I do to you. Now face the mirror.”
Robert’s body pivoted ninety degrees to his left. Spotlights came on, illuminating him. Michaels walked over and stood beside Robert. He snorted at the side-by-side images in the mirror. “Quite a pair, huh? Beauty and the Beast. Well, if the beta-testing proves the C-Phone a success, then it will be the Beast and Beauty. But I’m getting ahead of myself. You may be asking yourself ‘Why me?’ The answer’s quite simple. I’ve been looking around to find the perfect testers for the C-Phone. You’ve no idea how many people I looked at and checked out, Robert. I even sent agents to scout other cities, even other countries. And then suddenly one day you were there, right in front of me. My lawyers’ offices are in the Wilson Building. My car pulls up to the plaza, and who do I see but a young god hurrying across the plaza. It took a little work to identify you, but it was money well spent. All that information on your habits—your Saturday night visits to the Treasury Bar, those little pills you buy from that very cooperative bartender to make sure you and your partner enjoy Saturday night. For a trifling sum, Jake was only too happy to cooperate in slipping you the pills I had prepared for you. And soon you’re here, signing the consent forms. A minute later, a small prick, and the injection is done. Within minutes, all those little processors were busy at work, burrowing into you and multiplying until every cell in your body is at my command. Let me show you a small sample of what we can do now.”
Michaels held the C-Phone up so that Robert could see the rows and columns of icons on the screen. Michaels frowned and shook his head. “No, none of these apps is quite good enough for the first demonstration.” He pursed his lips and pulled another screen into view. “Ah, this will do.” He activated the app and stared at the menu screen.
“You have an almost perfect body, Robert. Except for that barbed-wire tattoo. That’s just silly. You probably wanted to follow the current fad for tattoos but didn’t want anything gross. So you opted for a string of barbed wire around a calf. It’s annoying. Skin as beautiful as yours shouldn’t be insulted with such a timid cliché. It’s an offense to your body and, what is more important, to my eyes.”
Michaels pressed a button, and the tattoo disappeared. One second it was there, two interlocked spirals of wire with barbs pointing outward, black against Robert’s skin and the next second it was as if it had never existed. “Better, oh that’s much better. I think you will agree, but then it doesn’t matter whether you agree or not. So now we need to replace it with something more attractive, more original.” He devoted a few seconds to considering his options. “Let’s try this.”
A garden of flowers burst into bloom on Robert’s body. The colors were more intense than any Robert had ever seen in a tattoo. And the flowers swayed gently in the wind as dappled sunlight played over them. They were alive and growing on Robert’s body. Bees and butterflies hovered over them. As Robert watched in the mirror, a large butterfly settled on his right nipple. He could feel its wings fluttering against his skin and then the prick of its proboscis as it uncoiled and fed on the flower surrounding the nipple.
“That worked even better than I had anticipated. Teddy, make a note to remind me to develop more tattoo programs.”
“Yes, Sir.” In the mirror, Robert saw one of Michaels’s assistants standing behind him, entering a note on the computer he held. So I am still being displayed, he thought. I have no privacy.
“That’s enough of that for now.” Michaels pressed another icon, and the tattoos disappeared. “Another thing I don’t like. You don’t have enough body hair to qualify as hairy, but you have too much to be considered hairless. Let’s try more hair.”
Robert suddenly looked like a gorilla. Even the backs of his hands were covered with a pelt of black fur.
“Hmmm, no, no. That was a mistake. Bad mistake. Not for you.” Michaels pressed another button, and just as suddenly, Robert was hairless except for his scalp. His body gleamed in the light. “The whiskers too,” said Michaels, and Robert’s cheeks were as smooth and pink as a boy’s. “Yes, that’s the look I like. Make a note, Teddy, Robert is to have no body hair anywhere. For now let’s leave the hair on his head.”
Michaels walked around Robert, examining his body critically from every angle. “What number is this one, Teddy?”
“Beta-tester seventeen, Sir.”
“Seventeen already?” Michaels sounded genuinely surprised. He stopped in front of Robert and then stroked Robert’s chest. His hands were greasy from the popcorn and left shiny trails on Robert’s skin. “I was having so much fun with your sixteen predecessors that I lost track of the numbers. Time flies when work is combined with pleasure, doesn’t it? I can assure you that I love both my work and my pleasures, especially when I can enjoy both at once. So, Seventeen, how will you work out, I wonder. Will you be the last beta-tester? Or will I have to find a number eighteen? What do you think? Hmmm?” Michaels smirked. “I’ve devised some killer apps, but you had better hope that I don’t have to use those on you. But you won’t need to concern yourself about being replaced for several months. It will take that long to run you through all the tests. Speaking of which, we had better get started.”
Michaels consulted the screen on the C-Phone again and activated another app. Robert dropped to his hands and knees. Robert’s back was tilted so that the tip of Michaels’s cock dangled just before his lips. Robert’s mouth opened, and he began licking the tip of the cock with his tongue. He wrapped his lips around the piss slit and gently sucked the head of the cock into his mouth, while extending his tongue and running it wetly along the length of the cock. He was mewling with pleasure, the sounds rising automatically and unbidden in his throat.
“You love to suck my cock, don’t you, Seventeen? But you’re not very good at it, are you? Too many years of picking up all those boys and girls in all those bars and taking them home and then lying there on your bed like a wet dishrag pretending to be a top and making them suck you. No wonder you are so bad at cocksucking. You just haven’t had enough practice. Well, you are going to learn how to suck cock, Seventeen. That’s what this app does.”
Michaels pressed several buttons on the C-Phone. Deep within Seventeen’s mind, several cellular processors interacted together and formed links in the center controlling the nerves in Seventeen’s mouth.
“Robert, you still with us, buddy?” Michaels giggled in a high-pitched voice. “I know you must find it confusing to be a passenger in what used to be your body, but you’ll soon get used to it. Pay attention now to what’s happening to Seventeen. You’re going to love this app. It’s one of my favorites.”
Robert’s consciousness was shunted to a corner of his mind and walled off from physical control of his body. What used to be his body was now this monster Michaels called Seventeen. He could feel what Seventeen’s body was experiencing and doing, but he, Robert, could no longer send signals back to move his own body. He was helpless. Michaels could use Seventeen as he wished.
“Is everything in place, Teddy? How is the signal?”
“We’re ready, Mr. Michaels. The data stream is optimal, and we have five bars.”
“Good. Let’s see how Seventeen performs then.”
Michaels input a code into the C-Phone. Instantly Robert felt Seventeen’s mouth lengthen and narrow. Seventeen’s tongue curved up around the full length of Michaels’s cock, the two sides almost meeting around the upper surface. It began to secrete a gel lubricant. The portion of the tongue covering the piss slit roughened slightly to provide more friction against the slit. The muscles of the cheeks stroked Michaels’s cock from base to head as Seventeen sucked the cock deep into its throat. Seventeen’s face was pressed against Michaels’s groin. Robert could sense each hair against Seventeen’s face. Michaels’s ball sack pushed against Seventeen’s chin and the soft flesh of his gut covered Seventeen’s nose and forehead. Seventeen’s mind began receiving data from Michaels’s cock and automatically adjusted its movements to maximize Michaels’s pleasure. It was as if Seventeen’s mind knew exactly what each nerve ending in Michaels’s cock was feeling and then adjusted the muscles of its mouth in response. Seventeen knew exactly how much pressure to exert on every point of Michaels’s cock. It knew exactly when to mewl with pleasure to stroke Michaels’s ego. Seventeen’s sucking brought Michaels to the point of pre-orgasm and then held him just at the point. When Michaels moved nearer to orgasm, Seventeen would modulate its actions and help Michaels back away from cumming. If Michaels became distracted, Seventeen’s mouth drew him back immediately.
Michaels began to moan. “Make a note, Teddy,” he gasped. “The new modifications are . . . are . . . oh, my god, they are incredible.” Michaels tossed the C-phone on the bed and grabbed the back of Seventeen’s head in both his hands, lacing his fingers together and pulling Seventeen hard against his groin. The two of them began to rock back and forth as Michaels thrust his cock deeper and deeper into Seventeen’s throat. Seventeen’s arms encircled Michaels’s body and he ran his hands over it, unerringly finding Michaels’s erogenous zones and increasing Michaels’s pleasure. Michaels’s breathing grew ragged. His gasps turned to groans and then to shouts as he came in Seventeen’s mouth.
Seventeen greedily swallowed the cum. When Michaels’s body stopped shuddering and convulsing, Seventeen gently licked his cock clean and swallowed the last drop of cum. Michaels pulled away just enough so that Seventeen could see past the bulge of Michaels’s gut. He smiled in gratitude and said, “Thank you, Mr. Michaels.” In the mirror, Robert could see the look of simpering adoration on Seventeen’s face. He shuddered inwardly.
Michaels sat down heavily on the bed and then flopped back. His belly rose and fell as he labored to catch his breath. It took him a minute before he recovered enough to speak. “I love my work. God, do I love my work.” He laughed. “Make a note, Teddy. No further adjustments needed on cocksucking app.”
“Congratulations, Mr. Michaels. I’ve sent the complete file on the session to you. You can examine it later.”
“Good, good,” Michaels languidly flapped a hand in dismissal. “Take Seventeen away and begin running the diagnostic programs on it. I need to rest for a few hours before we continue the testing.” He rolled over on the bed. Within seconds he was snoring.
*****
“You will really like this app, Robert.” Michaels smirked as he pointed at an icon on the C-Phone. “We used your ass and mouth as the sources for the image. I think you will agree that it is appropriate.” The icon consisted of a pair of lips positioned low on the ass crack. “I like to fuck, but—and I’m speaking as one fucker to another. Well, your days as a fucker are over, and your fucked-up days are just beginning, if you catch what I mean.” Michaels guffawed and smacked Seventeen across the ass.
“But, as I was saying, the problem as I see it is that the asshole gets too loose. It’s great when you first ram your cock in. Everything is nice and tight and the fuckee is screaming and crying and begging you to stop. But the longer you fuck, the less stimulation there is. Some guys have been fucked so much that they have no squeeze left in them. You might as well be fucking a four-inch sewer pipe. And some guys have a sewer pipe back there. All that shit. I don’t need to tell you what a turn-off it can be. And don’t get me started on condoms. So you see the problems, Robert. Fucking is fun but the asshole is just not as versatile an instrument as the mouth. That’s the genius of this app. Well, I could stand here and talk about it all day, but a demonstration is worth a thousand words. Are you recording, Teddy?”
Michaels held the C-phone so that Robert could watch him finger the ass/mouth icon. He immediately sensed a changed in Seventeen’s body. His anus felt hot for a few seconds. Michaels stepped behind Seventeen and pushed his shoulders down so that Seventeen bent forward at the waist. He spread Seventeen’s ass cheeks apart. “Get some shots of this, Teddy.”
In the mirrored wall of the bedroom, Robert watched as Teddy pointed the camera at his ass. No, Seventeen’s ass, thought Robert. This isn’t me anymore.
“Send the image stream to the television,” ordered Michaels.
“Yes, Mr. Michaels.” The assistant touched the screen he was holding and an image of Seventeen’s ass appeared on the television. Where the anus had been was a pair of lips. Robert watched as the lips pursed and flexed in kissing motions. Michaels giggled. “Ain’t that a pretty sight, Robert? Now you’re probably asking yourself What next? What could that genius Avery Michaels have thought of now? How could he possibly top himself?”
Michaels pulled off his bathrobe and tossed it on the floor. He was naked. His hairy belly bulged and a roll of fat overhung his groin. He spat in his hand and then reached down and pulled at his cock until it was hard. Robert could feel Seventeen’s ass expanding and contracting. It grew wetter. It was almost as if it was hungry for Michaels’s cock, anticipating it, wanting it, and lubing itself up for it.
“All systems ready, Mr. Michaels. Data transmission has begun. Seventeen is prepped for you.”
“Assume the position, Seventeen.”
Seventeen presented his ass to Michaels. He could see Michaels approaching him on the television screen. He held his cock in one hand. He reached forward and grabbed Seventeen by the shoulder with his other hand. The view on the screen split. One half showed Seventeen’s anus, its lips open wide. The camera shooting the image on the other half had to be right above the anus. The head of Michaels’s cock grew larger and larger until it filled the screen.
Seventeen’s anus and rectum sucked Michaels’s cock into Seventeen until its entire length was inside. They swiftly adjusted to every contour of Michaels’s cock, faultlessly stimulating every nerve ending as they established a rhythmic pulse that surged from the top of the cock to the base.
Michaels groaned. “This . . . is . . . oh, my god . . . this is perfect. Turn it down a bit. I don’t want to cum right away.”
“Yes, Mr. Michaels.” The assistant keyed in the commands. Robert felt Seventeen’s grip on Michaels’s cock lessen and the pulse of the contractions slow.
“Do you want to test the speech options available for this app, Mr. Michaels?”
“Yeah, let see how those work.”
The assistant nodded.
“Oh, you’re huge. Give it to me, stud. Fuck me, big boy. Oh, oh, man, pound me until I scream.” A look of faked ecstasy appeared on Seventeen’s face. The words came out in a feminized voice.
“That sounds like some queen talking. Where did you get that?”
“We found it in a porno movie.”
“I suppose someone might want that. What else do we have?”
The assistant touched another key on his pad. Seventeen begin to gasp in time with the thrusts, as if each thrust was forcing air from its lungs. Interspersed among the grunts were moans of pleasure.
“That’s much better.”
“There are other options, Mr. Michaels.”
“Can we return speech control to what’s his name? Robert? I’d like to hear what he thinks of this.”
“Hmmm, let me think. We’ve never tried that before.” The assistant walked over and showed Michaels the tablet. “Do you think this will work?”
“Maybe. But this before that, I think. Give it a try. . . . Can you speak, Robert?”
Robert extended a wisp of thought toward his vocal chords. “Please, let me go.”
“Great. It worked. I knew it was a good idea not to destroy his consciousness from the start. So, Robert, what do you think?”
“Why are you doing this to me?”
“Why? Because I can. And because the human race needs this. I’ll make trillions from this. Everyone’s sex life will be improved. Of course, I’m not going to make the full range of apps available, at least not to everyone. That will be reserved for those who can pay millions for the privilege of having the perfect sex toy. Someone like Seventeen. But for most people, it will just be an app that improves their sexual skills. We’ll have cheap versions for straights, bis, gays, lesbians. My sales department projects a 95 percent saturation of the market within two years. Everyone is going to want at least the basic apps. And there will be apps for those with more specialized tastes. We already have the slogan—The Final Evolution in Human Intimacy. And the possibilities extend far beyond sex. That’s just the opening wedge. Everyone—at least those who can afford it—will be able to download an app and instantly become the master of any subject, be able to speak any language. This is what we’ve been working toward since the first computers. You’re in the forefront of the next wave of evolution, Robert.”
“I don’t want to be. Let me go. Please let me go.”
“Why would I do that, Robert? You’re perfect.” Michaels patted Seventeen proprietarily on the back. “Now, turn him off. I’ve heard enough. And let’s get back to testing this app. I’m ready for my close-up. Program a slight increase in speed every minute.”
Seventeen responded immediately. Michaels moaned and began thrusting harder and faster. Seventeen adjusted automatically. It knew exactly how to arouse Michaels without making him climax. It could keep him up for hours, if Michaels could last that long. In the event, an exhausted Michaels collapsed on his bed forty minutes later.
*****
After every session, Michaels dismissed his Seventeen toy with a wave of his hand. The human-shaped gadget had catered to his pleasure, and for the moment Michaels was sated.
Benjamin was always waiting for Seventeen outside the door to Michaels’s bedroom. He was the one who cleaned Seventeen and tended it. Not that there was much to do. Seventeen did not eat or drink. Its body repaired itself. No matter what apps Michaels had tested on it that day, it resumed what was apparently its basic, normal form within seconds. It was as if it had been wiped clean of any modifications. Benjamin simply led it back to a cubicle and plugged it in. That’s how Robert thought of it. Benjamin backed Seventeen into a niche in the wall and attached electrodes to various places around its body. Then he positioned a helmet on Seventeen’s head. When he was finished, he flicked a switch on a console near the niche.
Robert had heard one of the senior attendants speaking to Benjamin. He guessed from their comments that the electrodes and the helmet were used to run diagnostics on Seventeen and to input new programs. Sometimes Seventeen stood in the niche for hours at a time. Sometimes a whole day or two passed before it was taken back to Michaels for further testing. Benjamin came back to check on him occasionally. Sometimes he would pat Seventeen and smile at him as if trying to reassure the robot. “Won’t be much longer now,” he might say. Or “You must be getting bored.”
It was the only human contact Seventeen received. The other attendants treated him like a piece of furniture. It was as if they didn’t want to recognize that Seventeen was a human being. But was he still a human being. He had become this machine. He couldn’t even respond to Benjamin.
After a few weeks—Robert was sure that at least a few weeks had passed, but he was finding it more and more difficult to keep track of time—he began to hear increasing references to The Download. The way Benjamin and the others spoke of it, it was capitalized. “The Download is 35 percent complete.” “Mr. Michaels wants The Download to be over 50 percent complete by the end of the week.” “Mr. Michaels wants to run some tests on The Download tomorrow.”
*****
Each day brought new evidence that Michaels was in complete control of Seventeen’s body. In the small corner of Robert’s mind that was still his, he plotted elaborate revenge on the “fat pig,” but first he had to regain control of his body. He tried to focus and exert his will to send out a command to his body. In his mind’s eye, he saw an electrical charge travel down a nerve and trigger some small movement—a twitch of an eyelid, a minute shift of the index finger on his right hand—but nothing worked. His body remained beyond his control. He couldn’t even call it “his” body any more.
At first, he had paid attention when Michaels activated an app to test it. Now, he shut his mind to what was happening. He tried to convince himself that if he ignored “Seventeen,” then Seventeen was not real. At most it was a bad dream, but he would wake up. He clung to that thought. As soon as Benjamin began detaching the wires that connected him to the machines and began cleaning his body to deliver him to Michaels, he shut down his awareness of his body. Or he tried to do that. He tried to superimpose an event from his previous life on what was currently happening to him. He re-imagined them in great detail. He played loud music in his head to drown out the sound. He saw vivid colors. He ate hot food. He enjoyed past orgasms.
But nothing worked. He would catch sight of himself in the mirrors in Michaels’s bedroom. He would see Seventeen obediently carry out Michaels’s commands. He would watch the Fat Pig crow and preen after Seventeen had given him yet another stupendous orgasm. Michaels had an endless supply of apps to test. If a new app did not work as well as planned or an old one ceased to satisfy, he would tinker with them and test and retest them on Seventeen. Robert tried not to care but he always ended up humiliated. Every day brought further proof that Michaels was evil. But some days left Robert feeling even dirtier than usual.
“Benjamin, stay. We need your help testing some apps today.” Michaels motioned the attendant forward. “I can guarantee that you’re going to like this. Sit down. You know what the goals of the project are?”
“Yes, Mr. Michaels.” Benjamin looked uneasy. Robert had never before seen Michaels speak to Benjamin other than to issue orders about the beta-tester assigned to his care. His face betrayed his apprehension about the implications of Michaels’s question, an apprehension that Robert shared.
“Well, Seventeen is a great improvement over the previous versions—by at least an order of magnitude. I’ll be the first to admit that the early models were not satisfactory. But I learned from our mistakes, and Seventeen has been performing beyond expectations. But naturally I can test only—well, what should I call them. Its bottom functions? Yes, its bottom functions. Marketing is adamant that our new device has to have apps for all tastes. So you can see, can’t you, that we will need to test the top functions as well. And that’s where you come in, Benjamin. You can help us test Seventeen’s top apps. Now, I don’t want you to feel under any pressure. If you don’t want to do this, we can find someone else.”
Robert watched in the mirror as Benjamin glanced about nervously. The attendant’s gaze darted furtively toward Seventeen. The naked robot was standing off to one side, apparently unconcerned with the conversation between Michaels and Benjamin. Robert had listened to the conversations between Benjamin and the researchers while he was tethered to the machines. Everyone was excited about Seventeen’s performance. Teddy and the other select researchers who had witnessed Seventeen in action or seen the videotapes raved about it. He had also overhead the darker rumors of what happened to employees of the project who had developed moral scruples about what Michaels was doing. They simply disappeared. The official word was that they had been dismissed and sent packing. The unofficial word was that something worse awaited them. One of the supervisors had taken Benjamin aside in Seventeen’s presence and whispered, “Never cross Michaels. Just do what he says and do it right away, and you won’t have any problems.”
It took Benjamin only a few seconds to decide. He smiled warily and said, “I’d be glad to help in any way I can, Mr. Michaels.”
“Great. Let’s get started then. Teddy, if you would show Benjamin where he can get undressed. Teddy will need to attach some monitors to your body so that we can track what’s happening to you. Don’t worry. There will be some red marks on your skin afterwards, but they’re not permanent. They’ll fade in a day or two.”
Ten minutes later, Benjamin stood naked beside Seventeen. Here and there on his body patches of white adhesive tape marked the location of the sensors that would monitor his heart rate, his blood pressure, his breathing rate, the flow of saliva and the number of times he swallowed, the flow of blood to his penis and the hardness of his erection, the tension in his lip, mouth, cheek, and throat muscles, the contractions of his anal ring, his overall muscular tension, and the strength of his orgasm. A collection pouch had been affixed to the head of his cock so that his ejaculate could be collected and measured.
Benjamin shivered. Robert didn’t think the room was cold. He suspected that Benjamin’s nervousness had grown during the ten minutes he had had to think about the implications of “top apps.” Both Teddy and Michaels were being their usual clinical selves and going on about the testing protocols. Teddy had barely paid Benjamin any attention while fastening the monitors on him. He treated Benjamin the same way he treated Seventeen—as a test subject and nothing more. Now the other two men were discussing Seventeen’s program and ignoring both Benjamin and himself. An image from a movie or a TV show he had one seen popped into Robert’s mind. A group of alien scientists had been experimenting on a human that had been abducted. The human actor was attached to machines by innumerable tubes and wires. Only the actor’s eyes moved. And they were terrified—just like Benjamin’s were now. Benjamin was probably thinking that he had made a bad mistake. He knew he should back out now, but he sensed it was too late. If he tried to stop the test, then he too would “disappear” and be the next rumor..
“Okay. We’re ready then.” Michaels activated an app on the C-phone.
Seventeen turned toward Benjamin and embraced him. His hands, his lips, his body began an elaborate seduction. Seventeen reacted immediately to Benjamin’s every move. When his eyes fluttered and a small moan of pleasure escaped his lips as Seventeen stroked his right nipple, but not his left, Seventeen focused his attentions on the right nipple. When Benjamin’s mouth opened, Seventeen insinuated his tongue deep into Benjamin’s throat. Its shape altered subtly. Longer, more tubular, wet, smooth, filling.
Seventeen bent Benjamin’s body backward as he embraced Benjamin and lowered the young man’s body onto the bed. His right hand began stroking Benjamin’s thighs, gently pushing them apart, as he began thrusting his tongue in and out of Benjamin’s mouth. Benjamin’s breathing grew ragged and his moans became louder and louder. When Seventeen guided Benjamin’s head down across his stomach, Benjamin’s mouth opened wide and engulfed Seventeen’s cock. The cock adjusted automatically to fit, swelling to fill Benjamin’s throat.
Seventeen reached across Benjamin’s back and began stroking his ass. His fingers reached between the crack and slowly and so delicately began probing Benjamin. One long finger, then two, three. The hormones and drugs pumped by Seventeen’s cock into Benjamin’s mouth and by his fingers into Benjamin’s ass were formulated to increase arousal and stimulate desire. They worked flawlessly. When Benjamin impaled himself on Seventeen hard cock, his eyes rolled backward into his skull. He was oblivious to everything but the pleasure of Seventeen’s thrusts. He collapsed when Seventeen came.
*****
“Will there be anything else, Mr. Michaels?” Since the day that Seventeen had fucked Benjamin, the attendant had been super-attentive to Seventeen. He bathed him carefully, and he had even begun massaging Seventeen’s body, although that was unnecessary. Seventeen’s body didn’t benefit, and he felt nothing. Robert dimly registered that Seventeen’s personal service attendant was showing signs of infatuation and wanted a repeat session, but he didn’t care.
“No, that will be all. We’ll send for you when we’re finished for the day. It will be several hours.”
Michaels waited until Benjamin had left before speaking to Teddy. “How he’s doing?”
“His supervisor reported that he complained of a headache for the first few days after the inoculation. Nothing serious. He should be ready in two days.”
“I want to supervise Benjamin’s testing personally, Teddy. We do need a way to spread the microprocessors from a superhost to selected bodies. I’m working on a program that will allow the superhosts like Seventeen to evaluate each body it has sex with and inoculate those who are worthy for conversion to the full model. Marketing is already testing focus groups to see which body types will sell best to which groups. But we can’t proceed with manufacturing more models until we can be sure the transfer doesn’t affect the microprocessors adversely. The revised versions we’re testing on Seventeen are exhibiting no degradation after seven months. I’m cautiously optimistic that we’ve finally perfected them. If the tests on Benjamin show that the microprocessors are performing as well as they do in Seventeen, then I will begin testing viruses on him to see if the auto-repair functions work. We don’t want to start selling the preliminary version of the microprocessors until we can be sure that some hacker can’t infect them with a virus. Once we saturate the market, I plan to release upgraded versions every six months or so, and we need to be able to reassure customers that the programs are safe. Each version will come with its own virus-protection program. Marketing thinks it will be a great incentive. No one wants a perfect sex life to be interrupted by some hacker trying to gain control over an army of drones.”
“Yes, Mr. Michaels.”
“And how is the download coming along?”
“Ninety-six percent complete, Sir. It will take another 35 hours to finish up. All the diagnostics we’ve run on it show that the transcription is perfect, Sir.”
“Good, good, good. I will want to test it as well. We can reactivate Fifteen and Sixteen when the time comes and use them as the guinea pigs.”
“Yes, Mr. Michaels.”
“And now, Teddy, I think you can leave. I don’t have any tests for Seventeen today. I think I will reward myself for all my hard work.”
“Yes, Mr. Michaels.”
Michaels reached for the C-phone. “What am I in the mood for today? So many choices. It’s hard to decide.”
*****
“Is the original still conscious?”
“Yes, Mr. Michaels.”
“I want him to see what he helped create. Of course, his input was only a small part, but I want him to share in the success.”
“Robert, pay attention.”
Robert turned his thoughts toward Michaels.
“You’ll want to see this.” Michaels held up the C-phone. “It’s my latest app. It’s meant for people like me who weren’t as generously gifted by Nature as you were. Remember all that downloading we did—all those hours you stood in that cubicle attached to those machines. Here’s what it was for. Watch.”
Michaels fingered an icon on the screen of the C-phone.
*****
“See that guy over there. That’s Avery Michaels—you know, that guy . . . oh you know, the inventor of the C-phone. Isn’t he gorgeous? Plus he’s super-rich now. I hear that there’s a new version of the C-phone coming out in a couple of weeks. I can’t wait.”
“Me neither. I hope the lines aren’t as long this time. I spent two days standing in line, most of them outside, to get the C-Phone 17. But it was worth it. I can’t imagine how we survived with C-Phones. Did you read that article about Michaels in Inc? He used to be so grossly fat and flabby, but he went on this diet and started working out with a trainer. He also had plastic surgery and hair transplants. He’s very upfront about all the changes he made to his body. But you have to admit the results are incredible. He reminds of this guy I dated once. Robert something. Only Michaels is better looking. Or maybe, it’s just the money. I hear that Michaels has some private apps that haven’t been put on the market yet. Sex with him is supposed to be fantastic.”
END