Date: Tue, 02 Jul 2002 20:47:43 +0000 From: Java Biscuit Subject: Free to Good Home, chapter five This is a futuristic fantasy involving inter generational male/male graphic sex and it's not intended for reading by minors. If you are underage, or this type of material is illegal where you live, please stop now, and go read something else! Feedback, always appreciated, to: javabiscuit@hotmail.com Free to Good Home ~ chapter five by Biscuit I needed time to myself to perfect the lies that were getting out of control. I had to get my story straight and remember it. I also needed clothes for Tiger and I needed to find some kind of bootleg boybot owner's manual. I needed help. Badly. I'd told Tiger that my money problems were caused by a conflict with my family. Close to the truth. I told him that my father had bought him for me. I couldn't even look at him when I said it. I told him my dad had cut me off because I wouldn't agree to stay at home and work for him. True enough though it had nothing to do with Tiger. I'd thrown the whole messy story together with Tiger on my heels. In the shower, on the toilet, over breakfast and then I took off for work like a fugitive. Work. Like I could think about anything but Tiger. My work mate Rory, found me in our office with my head in my hands, elbows on the desk. I should have been coding the interviews we had queued up on Cocoa Dust -- the latest drug we were pitching. It was a combination dietary supplement and stimulant. Failing that, I should have been concentrating on the serious mess I was in. Instead, I was remembering the feel of Tiger's body under me. I'd literally woken up that morning fucking him, hearing the little squeaks he makes before he shoots. I was halfway on top of him, my dick rocking into his juicy ass, and I was close to shooting what felt like it was going to be the sweetest load of my life. I'd rolled all the way onto his back and stroked in bliss. Coming had hit me in waves like my balls were giving it up in slow motion, with Tiger taking my full weight on the firm little pillow of his ass. I'd milked it for every drop I could squeeze out. "Something tells me you're not working on Cocoa Dust testimonials," Rory said, sitting down across from me. His brilliant red hair was pulled back and stuck in place with two sharp looking black sticks. "What's the story, farmboy? Did you see Ted over the weekend?" His face had a slight morning puffiness , but his make up was as perfectly applied as ever, charcoal around his eyes to match the slinky one piece that clung to every inch of him and a rose gloss on his lips. Tell him or not, I still hadn't made up my mind. Rory was about the best friend I had, and had been since we'd met at school. He'd been a year ahead of me. Rory loved to flirt but we'd never been lovers, always friends. He thought I was sexually confused. He was a cute red-haired boy with green eyes. Smart, sexy and more yin than I was usually attracted to. Sometimes I felt a twinge. For the most part I was not into guys with breast enhancement, but Rory's was slight. I wasn't exactly his type either. He liked pure yang. And he had two guys signed and sealed by contract, a non-exclusive trio. He'd helped me get my job at XLabs and had tried to take my social life in hand. I'd gone as far as joining his fiction group but resisted his efforts to manage my sex life. I took a deep breath and met his narrowed green eyes. "What do you know about boybots?" --------------------------------------------- Blessed be my creator. Blessed be my human companion. I am blessed to serve Tobias Kraft, now known to me as Toby. Humans lie. An expression of their creativity and freedom. My special name had not been Tiger. I had not called him Toby before I my memories were stripped. In the night, while he slept, I had reviewed the storehouse of information gathered since awakening from trauma. I saw clearly in trance what had been hidden by the veil of my strong emotions. Virtually everything my beloved had said to me was colored by deception. He'd told some simple lies, some too complex to unravel. I was certain, however, that my human was suffering from shame surrounding the truth he was concealing. There was one shining truth. He loved me. It enabled me to emerge calmly from trance despite the unsettling nature of my discoveries. I speculated that he was hiding the truth from me for my benefit. Humans attempt to distort another's perception of reality for a variety of reasons. There was ample evidence to support my hypothesis concerning his motivation. His nature was not dishonest, clearly indicated by the extreme symptoms he displayed in the act of lying. Even in the dispassionate state of semi trance I observed the kindness and affection that suffused his treatment of me. What he was hiding was impossible to determine, but I was willing to accept that like the files I could not access, there were truths better hidden from me than revealed. There was no indication of intent to harm. I was Tiger now, in the arms of Toby, under the covers of our bed with him where I belonged. My beloved was stirring, restlessly prodding me with a blessed erection, its warm wet tip seeking an opening between my legs. Emptiness ached in my buttocks as my pressure sensors responded to his sexual movements. Eleven minutes remained until his waking time. I was not permitted to wake him yet but I considered the possibility of ensheathing him without disturbing his sleep. It was clear that he was attempting to fuck me. It was not forbidden for me to assist him! With extreme caution I eased his cock into position between my cheeks, the knob lodged gently. His next restless thrust would pierce me. My genitals were pleasurably swollen as I held myself in readiness for his penetration. I was dripping elixir. Intense pleasure! Blessed creator, I was serving my human companion in his sleep! Possibly he was fucking me in his dreams as his cock drove deeper and deeper. He threw his leg across me, nearly turning me over to achieve full penetration. There were only five seconds remaining until his waking time when I allowed myself to begin moving in concert with him. I sucked air into my throat to build toward orgasm. The sound and motion awakened him. He woke beautifully at the precise time he should, his body shuddering into consciousness. My beloved lurched forward landing squarely on my back, his thrusting hips grinding me into the bed. I judged my efforts to be an unqualified success as he showed every sign of using my body without inhibition -- his need unleashed without restraint in the mysterious journey from sleep to waking. My overflowing sacs contracted as my cock was rubbed and pounded into the mattress. I allowed Toby's ecstatic humping to drive me to climax and soaked the bed as well as my stomach with spewing elixir. ------------------------------- Rory had none of my anxiety about using the XLab computers for personal stuff. He claimed to know how to circumvent the internal spies. "It can't be that hard to trace," he said. God help me, he was trying to find out who owned Tiger. I didn't want to know who owned Tiger. I didn't want to give him back -- but I couldn't stop Rory. I'd told him the whole story, from my fight with Ted at the bar to the lies I'd told Tiger that morning. Rory had interrupted me constantly at the start. He had to give me shit about Ted and my inability to fuck a guy more than twice. He'd called me an idiot for dragging the bot home with me and then he almost choked with impatience when I got upset describing the bath and how I'd put Tiger on my bed. "Rory please," I'd finally begged him, "let me finish and then yell at me. The boybot's alive. When I woke up in the morning he was looking right at me and asked me if I was his human." That shut him up. His green eyes were intent. I could tell that he wanted to stop me a few million times but he didn't. I needed to tell it so badly I blundered on. "Toby," he said when I finished, "you've got to get rid of that thing. Find out who owns it and give it back. Look at you, you're a mess. It's a machine, Toby. Not a person. So, somebody threw it out because they thought it was broken. It isn't. But it's going to wreck your life if you keep it." I was immobilized by the thought that he might be right. Not that it was bad for me to have Tiger, I didn't care what he thought about that. Rory could think what he liked about what was good for me, I knew what I wanted. What numbed me was the thought that someone, somewhere, was missing Tiger as badly as I would if lost him. It seemed so obvious once Rory said it. Of course he should be returned to his owner! I must have blinded myself not to see it. I'd refused to see anything that might come between me and keeping him. "Damn," Rory said, studying his work screen, swiveling his chair a little. His screen was angled away from me and I couldn't see what was bothering him. I activated mine to mirror his. A nightmare appeared. As if Tiger had died but his body was animated. A demo was running, the boybot so like him ... but dead; dressed in a pair of short white pants, posturing. My belly went queasy. The face on the screen had the look on its face that was common to bots, a look I'd always found frightening, a vague smile designed to look pleasant. "How you could want to fuck something like that," Rory said, "is beyond me." "That's not him," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "Well, that's not," he said impatiently. "That's Ty60." I shut off my screen, feeling sick. I wanted to go home. I wanted to barricade myself in the condo, crawl into bed with Tiger and never come out. "His number can't be 63," Rory said. "Why?" "There is no Ty63, Toby. You must have misread it. The Ty models stop at 60."