The Dominant Android aka ADAM (Adaptive Domestic Assistant Mechanoid)
By Ty Bond
Chapter 4
Zane awoke in a daze, his head felt fuzzy, and he knew something was wrong when he went to rub his eyes, but his hand didn't move away from the headboard. Pulling on his wrists he felt the strong cold steel of the cuffs keeping them secured in place. Looking up with his bleary eyes he saw Adam's perfect milky white and toned twink body straddling his chest wearing only a white jock strap. Before Zane could protest Adam turned around planted his ass on Zane's face smothering him. Unable to breath Zane bucked and fought under Adam, but between the handcuffs and Adam's superior strength he was helpless as he was being smothered by the firm muscular pillows of the mechanoid's fleshy ass. As he was pulling harder in a vain attempt to escape his flesh and steel imprisonment, he felt Adam's mouth descend on his morning wood. The moist lips slid down his shaft as the tongue swirled around the cock head with unnatural dexterity. As his head pounded and lungs burned desperate for air, about to pass out, the last thing he felt was his long thin geek cock shoot ropes of cum into the talented mouth.
As the early morning alarm blared Zane awoke from his wet dream. Zane was just becoming aware of the large wet stain in his underwear and on the sheets when Adam walked in for his morning calisthenics. Seeing the obvious stain, "I thought I told you not to masturbate before our training." Adam said with disapproving tone. Zane protested that he didn't, and it was an accident, but Adam cut him off. "My function is to make you better based on your true desires, has your game play and your body not improved since I started to train you?" After Zane conceded it had he meekly tried to protest again that it was an accident, but Adam cut him off again.
"This is the first time you have directly disobeyed me, for us to continue I will need to punish you, do you want to continue your training or are you going to slip back to your old ways?" Adam asked in the same domineering tone he heard Adam use with Brad the jock at the gym earlier in the week.
Giving up protesting that it was an accidental wet dream and knowing that Adam really was helping him Zane replied, "I am sorry Adam, you really are helping me, and I should be more thankful. I don't know what punishment you have in mind but if that is the price to continue with your training then I accept your terms. Let me just clean up please before you have me do more jumping jacks or whatever you have in mind for punishment."
Moving faster than Zane expected Adam sat on the edge of the bed and grabbed Zane's wrists with steel like strength pulling Zane across his lap face down. "No, you may not change, wearing that underwear all morning will act as a reminder of your misbehavior." With one strong hand holding Zane's wrists immobile above his head, Adam pulled down the top of his underwear exposing Zane's naked ass as he lay across Adam's lap. Zane was both mortified and turned on as he felt his still wet briefs squish onto Adams thigh, and he knew he was helpless in Adams's powerful grip.
Without any more warning he suddenly felt the sharp slap of Adams hand on his exposed ass. His flat palm perfectly spanked each cheek with robotic precision to maximize the pain without causing real damage. The sting made Zane cry out in pain, but Adam ignored his blubbering and gave him ten firm spanks on each ass cheek before speaking again. "Now you know what happens when you disobey me, pull on your shorts over wet briefs and start your daily pushups" Adam commanded his tone still domineering and not the usual friendly mechanoid assistant tone.
Adam pushed Zane to exhaustion with each activity until Zane's muscles felt like rubber before going to the kitchen. "Today you make your own breakfast, but you do it exactly as I say" Adam instructed, his tone starting to moderate. Adam made sure Zane followed his precise instructions for the vegetable and egg white omelet with a side of oats. It was a plain but healthy breakfast and despite the still stinging pain on his ass and the awkward cum soaked moister around his balls Zane felt proud that he was able to make it as Adam instructed.
Other than the drying load and humiliatingly obvious stain in his shorts the beachside jog proceeded as normal and by the end Adam was returning to his normal tone. Jogging past a billboard for a new luxury perfume called Pacific, with a hot blond model on it, Adam mentioned, "I can moderate my scent but that doesn't mean I wouldn't like a present, let's stop and you can buy me some Pacific." Zane was a little thrown off by the comment, was his mechanoid assistant asking him to buy it presents now? But Zane still felt guilty for what happened earlier that morning and relented.
On the way back home, they stopped in a Von Dame luxury store to purchase a bottle for Adam. The salesclerk gave them both dismissive looks as they walked in wearing stained and sweaty jogging attire but when he saw Zane's gold card his tone changed. "In addition to the perfume may I interest you in our new luxury workout line? You can replace those rather.. um.. worn out shorts." Zane was about to pass when Adam put a hand on him and spoke first.
"Actually, I think that is grand idea, don't you Zane?" Stepping to the side away from the salesclerk Zane protested how expensive they were. Sure, he did well, and he still had some savings from his long past championship, but he was not used to spending like that. Adam said it was Zane's choice but that he thought it would be nice to have some nice clothing and he thought Zane would want that for him too. Unable to resist Adam's charms and happy that his mood had improved Zane relented and bought a luxury Von Dame Jogging outfit for Adam along with the expensive Pacific perfume.
Except for the fact that Adam made Zane cook his own meals now under Adam's supervision, the afternoon and evening progressed as normal. Once again Adam hovered over Zane as he played his games, massaging his shoulders and neck. Zane noticed he was getting more comments on the feed asking about the mysterious hot twink abs positioned behind Zane's head then his game, but he did not mind as he racked up more victories and viewers.
Zane had never much focused on his looks but jogging next to Adam over the next week in his new outfit and perfect body made Zane feel frumpy. Sure, he had clearly defined, if lean, muscles now and much more stamina and focus than before but no matter how much he worked he knew he would always pale next to Adam's designed perfection. Sensing Zane's mood Adam decided to act. That day after Zane finished cleaning the dishes from lunch Adam pulled him into the bathroom and removed Zane's shirt.
"Look at your self in the mirror" he commanded. "You are not the thin, disheveled gamer geek I met a few months ago, you are lean and hard and quite frankly hot. Add to that you are near the top ranked players on the circuit these days you need to stop mopping and enjoy yourself." Feeling better the next day Zane splurged and got himself a nice new outfit and of course more luxury clothing for Adam.
Zane was complaining to Adam one day that the reginal tournament he had failed to qualify for last month was coming up and he was depressed that all he could do was watch. Thanks to Adam's routine and coaching since then he was confident his skills were back to what they were when he was a teenage champion, and he could win if only he could play. Adam pointed out there was a wild card slot for amateurs and since Zane had not won in years he qualified. As a former champion Zane hesitated to see himself as an amateur but he had to admit Adam was right and he did qualify. Pushing down his pride he signed up.
The wild card tournament was a twenty-four-hour marathon of play that required them to change the new daily routine, but Adam encouraged it and supported Zane. The marathon style was designed to weed out the amateurs who could not hack it on the pro tour or who just got lucky sometimes but could not win consistently. Adam stood behind Zane the whole time, keeping him hydrated and fed, making sure his shoulders and neck were kept loose as he played. By the twenty second hour Zane was exhausted but there were only a handful of players left.
The hit count on Zane's stream broke new records as his old fans were surprised at the sudden chance at redemption and he picked up new fans. Despite his focus on the game play, he did notice there were still quite a few comments about who was behind him but that only made him smile and play harder. As the final minutes approached Zane knocked out the last competitor and secured himself a spot in the regional tournament. Zane's body was feeling electric with excitement, and he could see and hear the people cheering for him in the online forums when he felt something cold and leather wrap around his neck.
