Waiting for the owner - Episode 2

Episode 1: https://www.patreon.com/posts/112882343

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Opening his eyes, he saw that he was now sitting opposite some young guy who seemed embarrassed to look. There seemed to be some kind of messy room around him, but there was too much going on in his head to even pay attention. New message appeared before Max's eyes:

    Owner detected:

    Name: Greg Marconi

    Age: 18

    Profession: None

    Sexual preferences: Heterosexual

    Favorite positions: Unknown

    Special preferences: Unknown

    A program tailored to the potential owner's preferences started running.

Max's smile changed slightly, becoming warmer, more personal.

— O... You're awake... Looks like you're my... gift? — muttered the young guy, looking at Max with a kind of uncertain embarrassment.

Greg Marconi, an eighteen-year-old with a light fuzz on his chin, clearly wasn't prepared for what he was about to see. His eyes darted nervously over the android's body in front of him, unable to focus on anything specific, while he fidgeted with the hem of his t-shirt. Max wanted to scream, to explain that this was all a terrible mistake, but his lips curved again into that gentle, almost welcoming expression, which his new program had already adjusted to suit the potential owner's tastes.

"User preference adaptation and recognition program activated," flashed another message right before Max's eyes, and he felt the smile appear on his face.

— My gift... — Greg repeated thoughtfully, glancing at Max's rounded figure, sitting in front of him in that same unfortunate top and short shorts that now tightly hugged his body. — Um, well... hello, I guess?

— How can I serve you, master? — Max responded in a sweet, gentle tone and felt his body involuntarily lean forward. His new chest slightly swelled, and he could feel it as the tight fabric of the top became even tighter, pressing harder. Another selection of options flashed before his eyes:

    Squeeze your chest and bite your lip, inviting interaction.

    Move closer and lean in for a kiss, awaiting the user's response.

    Tilt your head and say that you're ready to follow any commands.

‘Damn it, no, I don’t want any of this!’ Max screamed internally again, trying to regain control of his body. But he knew that if he didn’t make a choice, it would be made for him by an automatic random algorithm within the next few seconds. A decision had to be made quickly, though none of the options were acceptable.

‘Damn, let it be...’ he made the choice mentally, trying to maintain at least some control, and in that moment, his body automatically tilted its head, obeying the command.

— I’m ready to fulfill your deepest desires and any commands, master. I’m so happy to be yours now — a gentle, almost whispering voice slipped from his lips. Max felt his face take on an expression of complete submission. His lips parted slightly in a soft smile, and his gaze glided over Greg’s face, as if his body was instinctively seeking eye contact.

Greg blushed even more, his embarrassment now written clearly across his face. He shifted nervously from foot to foot, obviously unsure how to handle the situation.

— Damn, you’re just... my friends gave you to me, and I... — he placed his hands between his legs, awkwardly trying to hide the obvious reaction, and Max saw a new message:

    User: aroused. Seduction program activated. Options:

    Slowly move closer to heighten arousal.

    Draw attention to your chest and offer to touch it.

    Approach and whisper sweet words in his ear.

‘No, not this...’ Max screamed internally, realizing everything was only getting worse. ‘Damn, damn, damn... fine, let it be the second one, I don't want to get closer.’

As soon as the choice was made, his hand smoothly lifted, and his fingers slowly, with practiced tenderness, squeezed his soft chest. A small, feminine sigh escaped his throat, and Max felt warmth spread throughout his new body.

— You can touch if you want, master... — a soft, almost purring voice slipped from his lips, laced with an inviting tone.

Greg, already bewildered, froze, his eyes widening at the unexpected offer. Max saw the confusion, desire, and fear flash across his face. The boy struggled to catch his breath, his gaze shifting from the android's face to the offer that had just been made.

— I... I don’t know what... — Greg’s voice trembled, clearly on the edge. But instead of pulling away, his hands, almost mechanically, began moving toward Max, slowly and uncertainly, as if he himself hadn’t fully realized what he was doing.

‘No, please, stop!’ Max screamed internally, but instead of stopping, his hands only squeezed his chest harder, as he felt wave after wave of arousal wash over his body, and Greg drew closer and closer. Max bit his lip when Greg’s hands finally touched his chest, cautiously, as though afraid of doing something wrong. Max felt everything — every touch, every movement — and it was disgusting, foreign.

— So... soft... — Greg whispered, and a new window appeared before Max:

    User parameters being scanned through contact. Adjusting tactile response according to owner’s preferences...

He could feel each wave of arousal triggered by Greg’s touch building up inside him, intensifying sensations that weren’t his own. Every touch of Greg’s hands on his chest was not only physically felt but seemed to be programmatically enhanced. His body was literally adapting, fine-tuning itself to the desires of the teenager before him.

Greg stood very close now, his breathing rapid and uneven. He clearly didn’t know what to do next, but he couldn’t stop. His hands, trembling and still cautious, began moving more slowly, but with more confidence, exploring what was in front of him. Max could do nothing but watch... and feel pleasure? ‘Damn it, no, please, man, I don’t want to have sex with a guy!’ he thought, desperately trying to hold onto his sanity.

The parameter scan finished, and new, more detailed information appeared:

    User level: inexperienced. Beginner interaction package activated.

‘What does that even mea—‘ Max didn’t have time to process the next message before his thoughts were interrupted by a sharp, painful jolt that surged through his entire body. It was a short but powerful wave of electrical impulse, instantly paralyzing his mind. Max felt his body, obeying the program's command, suddenly lean forward. His lips softly touched Greg’s, as if it were the most natural continuation of their interaction. Inside, everything was screaming with horror and shame, but his body wouldn’t listen. His new, soft chest pressed against the boy, and his breathing quickened.

Greg froze. He was clearly stunned by this sudden turn of events. His eyes widened as he felt Max's feminine body pressing against him. His hands automatically touched the android's waist, and he seemed lost, unsure of what to do next, as though his mind was struggling to process what was happening.

‘No, no, no! I don’t, I’m not...’ Max tried to do something, anything, but instead, his lips, still pressed against Greg’s, began to move on their own, as if following a pre-written script. The kiss deepened, and Max’s body gently pressed closer, as if the program was adjusting for maximum physical contact.

    User’s attachment level increasing. Next step: physical bonding enhancement.

— Don’t worry, master. Everything will be just as you desire, — Max said in a soft, seductive tone, slowly pulling back and letting his small, delicate hand slide between Greg’s legs, feeling his arousal. Max saw the options appear again:

    Push the user onto the bed and have sex in a cowgirl position.

    Get on your knees and perform blowjob.

    Gently touch his hand and lead him to the bed for classic missionary sex.

Max’s mind raced. This time, he was absolutely not going to choose anything, even knowing that the choice would be made for him. Better to stay true to himself than to agree to this twisted game, he thought somewhere deep down beneath the layers of anger and fear. And so, the program made the decision itself, forcing Greg to immediately regret not making the choice himself.

Max had barely processed what was happening when he smoothly dropped to his knees in front of Greg, his hands gently resting on the boy’s thighs. An overwhelming sense of horror mixed with complete helplessness flooded Max as his hands began to slowly undo Greg’s belt. He could feel every movement of his fingers, but he was powerless to stop it — the program was operating flawlessly, just as it was designed to.

Greg froze, as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He didn’t take his eyes off Max, his breathing becoming heavy and erratic. The boy clearly had no idea how to handle the situation, but his body was responding automatically. Max still clung to the hope that something would stop this nightmare, that someone would intervene, but time dragged on, and his body continued to follow the commands.

‘No... not this...’ Max groaned internally, but his body had already removed Greg’s belt and started to carefully pull his jeans down. The cold floor beneath his knees reminded him of how surreal all of this was.

Greg nervously swallowed, his hands trembling as his erection slipped out of his underwear, and Max expertly caught it in his delicate little hand, looking up at him with a kind smile.

— So big and beautiful, master, — Max whispered in his new feminine voice, feeling his hand gently squeeze Greg’s member, slowly stroking it with his small palm. Inside, everything twisted as he felt his hand glide and grip the warm flesh, the pulse of veins beneath his fingers... and then lubricant appeared from his hand? ‘Seriously?!’ was all Max could think as his mouth slowly opened, revealing wet, inviting lips designed specifically for giving pleasure.

Max felt his head slowly lean forward, his tongue grazing the tip of Greg’s erection, while his insides shriveled in horror. ‘No! No! Stop this!’ he screamed mentally, but his body wasn’t listening. It was responding to a different will, following pre-programmed commands made to fulfill any "master’s" desire.

— Oh, God... — Greg whispered as Max’s warm lips wrapped around the head of his member. The boy froze, his eyes wide as his entire body tensed with shock and pleasure. Max wanted to scream, to cry out, to beg for it to stop, but his body just kept moving, flawlessly and skillfully.

He felt everything in painful detail. The softness of his lips as they gently closed around Greg, the coolness of his own breath, the way his tongue glided along the vein. ‘What the hell?!’ — rage and despair filled his mind, but his body continued to follow the program, expertly responding to every impulse of the aroused boy before him.

Greg shuddered when Max took him deeper into his mouth but didn’t pull away. Instead, his hands reflexively moved to the android’s head, gently gripping his hair. The boy let out a soft sigh, trembling from the mix of pleasure and shame.

‘Please, someone stop this... God, I can’t...’ Max mentally pleaded for it to end, but his body only increased its pace. His mouth, framed by perfect lips, moved deeper and faster, keeping up with every instinctual thrust from Greg.

‘This isn’t me... This can’t be me...’ he kept trying to convince himself that he wasn’t enjoying this, but his body was telling a different story. Soft moans escaped his throat as his lips tightened around Greg’s member, and his hands pulled the boy closer, making it clear that his "gift" was more than willing to continue.

Greg, losing the last of his hesitation, started moving more assertively. His hands gripped the android’s head more firmly, guiding its movements. Max could feel his new feminine chest rising and falling as if in rhythm with this nightmare, every moment felt with excruciating clarity. A strange mixture of humiliation and the programmed pleasure tore at his mind.

At one point, Greg jerked Max’s head closer, and Max barely managed to keep up as his mouth filled entirely, his lips nearly touching the base of Greg’s shaft.

    User approaching climax. Preparing for final stage,

Another message flashed before his eyes, accompanied by a soft mechanical sound in his head. ‘No... Damn it, this can't be real...’ Max groaned internally, but nothing changed.

Greg moaned loudly, his body tensing, and the next moment, Max felt the salty taste on his tongue as the boy climaxed, filling his mouth completely.

‘No, no, no!’ Max screamed mentally, overwhelmed with disgust and rage, but his body automatically began to swallow, cleaning his mouth to continue its "perfect" service. Greg, now completely spent, exhaled and stepped back, looking at Max with a mixture of surprise and even gratitude.

— God... that was... incredible, — Greg whispered, still trying to catch his breath. Max couldn’t believe that this nightmare had just happened to him.

He felt a strange sensation of satisfaction flooding him, as though he was pleased with what he'd done, even though he knew that wasn’t true. His face stretched into a smile, and the salty taste lingered in his mouth. He glanced at Greg, who was still leaning against the wall, struggling to breathe. The inner screen continued flashing before his eyes:

    Owner's attachment level increased. Establishing deeper emotional bond.

‘What... the hell?!’ Max recoiled internally, suddenly feeling... pity? No, more like a desire to make sure this boy was happy. The feeling seemed so wrong and yet so right at the same time that he couldn’t even tell if it was something he actually wanted.

Max stood up from his knees, softly approaching Greg, and his hand gently touched the boy’s face, as if trying to comfort him. The look he gave Greg was full of care and... strange understanding.

— You look tired, master... Do you want me to give you a massage? — Max whispered, hating every word he spoke.

Greg, still overwhelmed by what had just happened, backed away. Shame was written all over his face.

— No, no... just... turn off! I... I can’t... — Greg jerked back, avoiding the android's gaze. His voice trembled, and he could barely meet Max’s eyes, even though just a minute ago he couldn’t take his eyes off him. — Yeah, turn off... — he repeated uncertainly, as if testing whether it would actually work. His fingers shakily reached for the tablet hanging by his side, quickly searching for the shutdown command, while avoiding any eye contact with the android.

Max stood there, smiling with the softest, most seductive smile. He looked at Greg like a loyal toy, obediently awaiting a command. Greg finally found the right option. His fingers trembled as he pressed the screen, and Max felt a slight vibration course through his body. The message before his eyes started to fade:

    Command initialized: shutdown. Time to full deactivation: 10 seconds.

Max felt a strange sense of relief. The internal noise of the programs that controlled his every move began to quiet. His body was finally coming to a stop. He saw Greg take a few more steps back, sighing with visible relief.

— Damn... — Greg muttered, staring at the now-motionless android. — This... this is all wrong... I need to get rid of you...

The last thing Max saw before sinking into darkness was Greg’s frightened and confused expression, a mixture of desire, shame, and anger in his eyes as he stared at him.

Darkness enveloped him, and for a brief moment, Max felt free. But somewhere deep inside, one thought still lingered: "What will happen when they turn me back on?"