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Boy World
By
Justin Davis
Chapter Seven
"I can't do that! It's nasty!" Adnon wailed, for the fifth time in as many days.
"Come on kid! Do it like you've been told!" Mark demanded.
Tears running down his cheeks, Adnon got down upon his knees staring at the huge cock and opened his mouth.
It was all so vile, so real, so addicting. Each and every time was like the first time. Spit would spew from the corner of Adnon's mouth and snot would spew from his nose as he tried to accommodate the huge cock in his mouth then down his throat. Time and again he would gag and choke trying to handle the huge tube. Then, he would cough and wretch and spit after what seemed like a flood of cum filled his mouth. Naturally, the same was true when he got fucked.
Adnon would beg and plead and sob then howl as the huge pole invaded his bottom. Ten times in five days it had happened. Each time was like it had never happened before.
"I think the new programming is working wonderfully well, Mr. Chang," Gerald commented as the both of them watched Mark and Adnon on the Tele-Viewer.
"Yes, it seems to be. Isn't this like the fifth time he's made Adnon suck him?" Mr. Chang asked.
"Yes, and he's fucked him twice a day in the last five days," Gerald replied, prompting Mr. Chang to chuckle.
"Well, I think we can say that he's addicted. What do you think?" Mr. Chang asked.
"Oh, if not I think he's getting there," Gerald replied.
"And, Derrick Adams?"
"Totally and completely addicted. The two of them haven't been out of the bungalow in two weeks."
"I see. Well, maybe it's time for Mr. Adams to suffer a little withdrawal," Mr. Chang replied, and chuckled.
"Yeah, I think he's ready."
"What about Mr. Davis, here? How long do you think?" Mr. Chang asked, pointing at the view screen and smiling as Adnon's stomach heaved and he began to cough again from trying to take the big cock down his throat.
"Oh, I think in another few days or so."
"Well, just the same, let's let it go another seven or eight days. He's already gone from fucking him once a day to twice. I should think when he starts gobbling the Vita Pills to keep it up all the time we'll have him," Mr. Chang responded, and turned off the viewer as Adnon was coughing again.
Sadly, for Mark Davis, it was all too addicting. He began to loose weight from not eating regularly. He started to gobble the Vita Pills on the sixth day and was fucking Adnon's butt or mouth four to five times a day. Never mind that Adnon wasn't real. His reactions were, and the begging and pleading and howling only seemed to get better each time.
Of course, that is the way the program for Adnon had been designed, the same as Sean's had been designed to serve his function and Deepak and Sanjay theirs. The technicians and engineers had thought up the new approach two years ago and now the fruits of their labors were paying off. At least it seemed so.
Martin Chang, part owner and manager of Boy World, fingered the touch pad on the remote control and watched briefly the scene on the Tele-Viewer as Mike Grayson, a long-time customer, slobbered over the obscenely huge dick of Danny Number Eight, one of the new Protodroid models. A small young kid with a big dick and balls who could cum was what the man had wanted and Danny Number Eight had been built for just such customers. Appearance wise, the Protodroid looked eleven or so. However, his genitalia were such that a grown man would have been proud of them. As Mike Grayson got on his hands and knees in the middle of the bed to take the small boy's obscenely huge tube up his butt again, Mr. Chang again pressed the touch pad on the remote and the scene changed.
For awhile, he watched Chris Lawson, another long-time customer, as the nipple clamps to Michael Number Seven were applied, causing the young looking Protodroid to howl in anguish. Then, he winced and flipped to another scene as Michael Number Seven began to scream while the ball-squeezer was tightened even more upon his walnut-sized balls.
Of course, all the customers were monitored; especially those who were with real boys, but the ones with the Protodroids were of special interest to Mr. Chang, since none of the customers, with the exception of Mark Davis, were aware that the boys were not human.
Again the figures of Mark Davis and Adnon filled the screen of the Tele-Viewer and Mr. Chang smiled when he saw that Adnon was again taking it up the butt and bawling at the top of his lungs as he did so. Having seen enough for the moment, Mr. Chang turned off the Tele-Viewer and swiveled in his chair to look over at the small naked boy sitting upon the couch playing with his hard, three-inch, peter.
"Wong, my pet. You do get so horny watching those things don't you?" Mr. Chang asked.
"Uh huh!" the boy replied, still fingering his dink.
"You ready to come sit in my lap now? I'm all ready for you," Mr. Chang said, his thick eight-inch cock already hard and dripping with expectation.
"Uh huh!" the cute little Asian replied, and got up off of the couch and walked over to where the naked man sat in his chair.
"Such a lovely thing you are, my pet," Mr. Chang said, as the boy climbed up into his lap and positioned himself so that he could take hold of the large cock with his hand and aim it at his butt.
Then, the boy gasped loudly at the intrusion of the huge head of Mr. Chang's cock, bit his lower lip, and began to lower himself up the long, fat, shaft. As he did so, Mr. Chang kissed him, stroked the nape of his neck with one hand, and twirled his fingers on the head of the boy's hard dink with the other. As had happened many times in the past, the boy gasped and groaned loudly, and the huge tube swiftly impaled him all the way, the gooey sensations making his ass open up so that he landed on Mr. Chang's pubic bush with a thump. Then, the boy sighed and lay his head upon the man's chest, pleasantly full again. No Protodroid this one! Wong was his special prize that he had selected and trained to satisfy his own personal sexual proclivities.
Some twenty minutes later, as Mr. Chang was filling Wong's butt with sperm and the boy was cooing and trembling with his third orgasm in response, the chimes on the Tele-Viewer rang.
"Damn!" Mr. Chang exclaimed in response. "I'm afraid you'll have to hop off my pet," he said to the boy and kissed his forehead.
Wong sighed then raised himself up off of the still hard tube and there was a slurping squishy sound as it exited his bottom.
"Yes?" Mr. Chang said, in a perturbed tone as he answered the Tele-Viewer.
"Mr. Chang, I need to see you right away sir!" the lanky man with the gray hair said in a panicked tone.
"Uh, what's the matter Jacob?" Mr. Chang asked.
"Something terrible has happened, Mr. Chang! I need to talk with you alone immediately," Jacob Nichols, the head of design and engineering replied.
"Very well. I'll be in my office," Mr. Chang replied.
"I'll be right over," the anxious man replied and signed off.
"I'm afraid you'll have to go, my pet. Why don't you go take a nice warm bath in the tub? I'll join you in a few minutes," Mr. Chang said to Wong who was now seated upon the couch with his feet upon it and his legs spread working two fingers in and out of his dilated hole with one hand and playing with his dink with the other.
Mr. Chang smiled as the boy got up off of the couch and left by the private entrance to his office. Without question, the boy would be ready again by the time he got to his private apartment and climbed into the huge sunken tub with him.
It was as Mr. Chang was thinking about how sweet it was going to be to have the boy's tight, warm, moistness envelop his cock again that the door to his office opened and Jacob Nichols hastily entered, closed the door behind him, then rushed over and plopped himself in the seat in front of Mr. Chang's desk breathing rapidly and fidgeting nervously.
"My God, Jacob! What's wrong?" Mr. Chang asked.
"There's been an accident. A terrible accident," Jacob panted.
"What!"
"Yes, a guest named Alford."
"The stocky middle-aged guy with the bald head?"
"Yes, that's the one."
"What happened?"
"The best we can figure he had a heart attack. The technicians are checking Leo Number Seventeen now and the clinic is working on Mr. Alford. They think he will be okay.
"Good grief!"
"Oh my God! It was awful!" Jacob replied fidgeting even more in his seat.
"Calm down and tell me," Mr. Chang replied.
"It was in one of the B and D rooms. You know the Leo series is designed for that kind of thing, to both give and receive. You remember how we designed the programming for that series."
"Yes, so that all memories of what occurred are erased after the session."
"Well, I don't think that's the case this time. Like I said, the technicians are checking to make double sure."
"I don't understand, Jacob."
"I've looked at the surveillance tape. Leo Number Seventeen is saying all kinds of things as he applies the nipple clamps, jams the butt plug up the man's butt, and begins to tighten the ball squeezer. It's when he is using the whip that it is the most telling."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, he is telling the man how it feels. How he is going to feel pain like he did and on and on!"
"My God!"
"Yes, that's not supposed to happen. I think fear and pain just made the guy's heart give out."
"Well, are the doctors sure he will be okay?"
"They think he should be but he'll be on medication for awhile and most certainly will have to be flown out to a hospital."
"What do you think went wrong?"
"What I was afraid of all along. That the Nano Circuits we're using within the central brain module of the Protodroids would start to replicate on their own.
"But we researched and checked all that time and time again before we even put the first Protodroid out for use."
"Yes, I know all that, and we've observed, and tested, and watched, and tested all of them time and time again. This is the first instance where there has even been a hint that any Protodroid might be growing its own memory. There have been a few isolated instances were it has occurred in industry in places where they use droids for dangerous tasks and they suddenly begin to refuse to put themselves in danger."
"So you think this might be the case in this instance?"
"Yes, that's my gut feeling. I'll know more when the technicians finish."
"Fine! Get back to me as soon as you can. We could have some serious problems on our hands."
"I know. I'll get back, hopefully, within the hour," Jacob said, and rose from the chair and headed out of the office.
For awhile, Mr. Chang sat at his desk and pondered what Jacob Nichols had said and what the repercussions might be if the Protodroids began to grow their own memory and what alternatives might be possible. Then, he signed. That could wait for awhile anyway. There were more pleasant things to think about for the moment.
"Oh! Mmmmmm!" You do that so good, my pet!" Mr. Chang commented, having climbed into the tub with little Wong who was now sucking on his hard cock. "You ready for me to be in you again?" Mr. Chang asked.
"Uh huh!" the boy said, having taken his mouth off of the hard tube and nodding his head that he was.
"Well, come on then," Mr. Chang replied, leaning back upon the back of the tub.
As before, little Wong positioned himself over the man's groin and grabbed hold of the hard, fat, penis, and gasped as he inserted it into his bottom. Then, he cooed as he rocked his hips back and forth and began to lower himself toward the man's pubes, happy that he was going to feel so full again and would have such wonderful tingly cums.
To be continued