Sex Doll - Gemini 3: Yielding

Sex Doll: Gemini 3 - Yielding

Dan becomes bottom boy Danny for his android sex doll.

Thanks for the comments I truly appreciate them and they help me guide the storyline.

This is tale of gay male sex and a science fiction fantasy with elements of reluctant/non-consensual sex, so if that's not your scene, you've been warned. It's also turns a bit darker and chilling than my usual stories. I recommend that you read the previous chapter to follow how we got here...

We all have fantasies that we have never indulged in, which can be a good thing because there are some doors that once opened can never be closed.

Dan is a good-looking, vain, mostly straight, divorced guy who drunkenly ordered a male android sex doll that is an exact duplicate of himself. He may have bought more than he bargained for.

Everyone is OVER 18 in this twisted tale. This is a work of fiction with some unsafe practices. Please be careful in real life encounters.

In the master bathroom, Coach pushed Dan under the hot shower jets. After his morning run, workout and Coach's deep massage, the hot water felt beyond glorious. Coach took the hand nozzle off the wall, set it for maximum pulsation and turned it on Dan, deliberately working each muscle group, working out any final kinks. Dan closed his eyes and relaxed, basking in being handled and tended to like a prized possession. The water turned off and next came the bodywash. Coach soaped up his boy gently with the scrubber with long, slow, deep strokes along his back, then his butt, thighs and calves like he was tending to a thoroughbred racehorse.

Dan relaxed into the sensation of being spoiled like he was getting a full spa treatment. Coach had him turn around and worked up his legs, making long smooth strokes from top to bottom. Then Coach worked his belly from side to side followed by wax on, wax off swirls on his pecs. Grabbing his wrist, Coach extended Dan's left arm, scrubbing with long strokes from wrist to shoulder on the inside, outside top and bottom. Dan felt so relaxed and pampered that there was real danger that he might doze off. Coach repeated the process on his right arm before rinsing Dan off front and back with the hand nozzle.

Coach guided Dan out of the shower and gently toweled him off with a big fluffy white towel. Dan couldn't remember the last time someone had toweled him dry with such care and concern or when he had last felt so cherished. His new droid was spoiling him again...

...and Dan was more than okay with that.

He hadn't realized how tired he was...tired of fighting with Cindy, tired of fighting with her lawyers, tired of having to be the breadwinner, tired of being the man in charge, tired of dealing with whiny bitches, tired of playing games, tired of dating, tired of relationships, it was all so tiring - but if all taken together, it was absolutely exhausting...

It was so much easier to just let go and yield to his Coach, to let him be the man in charge, to just be a cherished boy for a change...even if only for a while.

Coach ran a comb through his damp shaggy hair, "Hmm...someone is overdue for a haircut."

"Yeah, it's been a while," Dan confessed.

Coach smiled and mimicked a swishy hairdresser, "Oh and that body hair is just screaming for some manscaping. What look are we going for, hon? Early otter? Work with me here..."

Dan chuckled at being teased. He had kind of let things slide since the divorce.

"Your shorts should be done in the dryer. Go slip them on and meet me in the kitchen, we have a LOT of work to do, prettyboy," Coach gave him another swat on the bottom, sending him on his way. Dan blushed and shyly bit his bottom lip as he headed downstairs. He enjoyed having Coach smack his butt possessively and being called a prettyboy. Being objectified fed into Dan's vanity and he truly needed some validation after the failure of his marriage and the divorce.

Dan slipped into his still-warm-from-the-dryer booty shorts, rubbing a hand over his still tingling nylon-clad butt cheek that Coach had slapped and headed upstairs, idly wondering what a full-on spanking from Coach would feel like... He quickly pushed that thought out of his head and tried to ignore the twinge in his cock it had caused. What was going on with him today...?

When Dan hit the kitchen, he was surprised to find Coach was fully dressed in sneakers, jeans and one of Dan's polo shirts, arranging a bunch of stuff on the island and a sheet on the floor. Dan felt seriously underdressed wearing just booty shorts in front of his fully clothed twin. "Loose those shorts, Danny. We're going to do some serious manscaping."

"Uhm...Okay, Coach," Dan felt even more exposed as he peeled off his shorts and stood nude in the center of the sheet as Coach indicated, getting a little nervous as Coach approached with his beard trimmer.

"This won't hurt a bit, Danny," Coach reassured his boy as he lifted an arm and made quick work of his pit hair before moving on to his other pit. Dan pulled back when Coach aimed for his treasure trail. "Stay still, Danny," Coach ordered. "You said it yourself that boys don't have body hair and no boy of mine is going to walk around looking scraggly." Dan stood still as Coach buzzed off his treasure trail and moved on to reduce his chest hair to short stubble. He mainly allowed it because when Coach had called him his boy or Danny, he felt an unfamiliar thrill in his core. "We're going to be putting a lot of hard work into this body, so it should be on display," Coach explained as he moved on to his legs. Dan felt another thrill when Coach referred to him as little more than an object that should be on display. It was like a switch had been flipped and suddenly Dan wanted to have his body hair completely gone. He gladly moved to allow Coach access to every nook and cranny to remove that nasty hair and appreciated Coach switching over to his electric razor to take away the stubble even the hair on his knuckles!

Half an hour later and Dan was totally smooth from the neck down. When he glanced down at the sheet, it looked like a cat had exploded. He had no idea that he was carrying that much body hair around.

There was a soft buzzing noise of a drone outside and Dan's phone pinged. "Perfect timing!" Coach said excitedly as he headed for the door. "Your new booty shorts are here. I ordered them while you were downstairs." A moment later Coach returned with a big envelope that he ripped open and dumped a multicolored flurry of wispy nylon on the counter and tossed one to Dan. "Slip these on Danny."

Dan caught them and then looked at the shorts. Coach had to be kidding. They were glossy, almost see-through white nylon with hot pink piping, pink stripes on the sides and pink laces at the waistband. Dan wouldn't be caught dead wearing something like them, but it stepped into them anyway. The nylon felt amazing as it slid over his now smooth legs and butt. It was like his sense of touch had been cranked up to eleven. They were smaller than his other pair and cupped his basket and butt lewdly.

"They look great on you Danny!"

"Really?" Dan had to admit that they felt great, but he thought they looked ludicrous.

"Really..." Coach ran a hand over the silky nylon encasing his butt, giving Dan a thrill.

"Thanks for getting them for me Coach."

"Nothing's too good for my boy," Coach patted his butt and Dan blushed. "Let's tackle that hair."

Coach quickly shampooed and conditioned Dan's hair in the kitchen sink and had him sit on a stool over the sheet with a towel draped over him as he started to give him a haircut. "Uhm, you know what you're doing, right...?" Dan asked nervously.

"Trust me. I like the length, so I'm just going to tidy you up. Is that you in that picture?" Coach asked, making small talk as he clipped away with the scissors.

"Yeah, me and a couple of college bros back in the day," smiling at the photo of a twenty-year-old Dan at a pool party with his arms around the waists of a couple of good-looking trim guys who had their arms over Dan's shoulders. They were all in board shorts and grinning broadly at the camera. "There used to be a photo of me and Cindy hanging there so I put that up instead after we split. Just three drunken knuckleheads..."

Coach chuckled, "You know the old saying...young dumb and full of cum. We're done."

True to his word, Coach had only spent a few minutes trimming before blowing it out and adding some spray. "Now let's get rid of that unibrow." As Coach spent more and more time plucking and trimming Dan's eyebrows than he did on the haircut, Dan started to get more and more concerned about how much he was removing. Finally, Coach took a step back and smiled, "There's my beautiful boy... Let's check out your new look, Danny." Coach removed the towel and guided his boy back to the bedroom with a firm grip on Dan's bicep. Dan was more than a little nervous...New look? Coach said he was just going to tidy him up, but now he was talking about a new look for Dan.

When Dan first saw his reflection in the mirrored closet doors, it took a second for him to process that it was still him. Except for the long hair and tats, Coach had transformed Dan into the go-go boy that had given him a hot lap dance last night and then some...

True to his word, Coach had made him pretty. His now hairless body leant him a more youthful look, along with eyebrows that had been trimmed to just this side of feminine, making his hazel eyes look bigger and Dan's formerly straight, flat, not quite shoulder-length chestnut colored hair now sported a layered, blown-out style that all combined to make him look like a rockstar.

Except that the little white booty shorts with the hot pink piping made Dan look more like a gay street hustler. Coach seemed to like his Dan's new look. He stepped up behind Dan, wrapping his arms around his boytoy and resting his chin on Dan's shoulder, admiring his metrosexual creation in the mirror, "I told you that you are a beautiful boy, Danny. You look good enough to eat...".

"Coach... I can't go out in public looking like this," Dan whined.

"Well, you do look good enough to eat," Coach chuckled as he pushed Dan back onto the bed and climbed on top of his boytoy. Dan started to protest when Coach pinned him down and kissed him deeply, causing Coach to break the kiss, "What's wrong, Danny?".

"Puh-please Coach. I told you I'm a top."

"C'mon, Danny. A beautiful boy like you should be on the bottom."

As the other man's hands began to caress his now hairless body, Dan began to melt and surrender to the other man's will. "I don't know, Coach. I mean I never...you know...you really think I'm beautiful...?"

Coach smiled, "Good enough to eat...and I'll prove it to you." Coach kissed his way down Dan's smooth torso, causing his boy to inhale at the sensation. Coach nibbled at the tent in Dan's booty shorts and Dan rose up on his elbows, glancing down at Coach and then the reflection of the boytoy in the mirrors. They were no longer identical in appearance. The man lowering his shorts looked like Dan did yesterday, but his reflection looked like a kept boy...a toy...something to be played with...

Dan watched as his man went down on him, moaning in response, "Oh yeah, Da-uh-Coach." Dan caught himself about to call his clone Daddy.

Coach pulled off, "It's okay, Danny. You're my beautiful boy now. You can call me Daddy..."

OMG. Dan realized he wanted to call him Daddy. Just yesterday Dan was the top man fucking his boytoy in this bed and now he had almost called him Daddy. Dan knew what that would mean...sooner or later Daddy would fuck him right here in this bed, pounding his ass while he squealed and begged for mercy. The thought gave him that now familiar rush in his core just as Daddy bobbed faster on his aching cock...

"Ohhh, Daddy..." Danny moaned helplessly, sealing his fate.

Daddy bobbed faster and sucked harder, his hands caressing his boy's smooth thighs and torso, tweaking his nipples, driving him over the edge.

"Ohh...Dad-dy...fucccck..." Dan blew a fresh load of boy cream down Daddy's throat, surrendering his top position to his sex doll. As he came down off the high of his orgasm, Dan realized that he was now Danny, the beta male in his own bed, in his own house. Danny was now a sex doll's living sex doll. He didn't know if he would ever be able to reclaim his alpha status...or if he would ever want to.

But he was about to find out. Daddy pulled Danny's booty shorts off and climbed atop his boy, sharing a cum flavored kiss. Danny accepted it, wrapping his arms and legs around his Daddy, just like a good bottom boy should. Danny enjoyed the moment while it lasted, knowing that this was just the warm-up for what was to come. As they made out, Daddy kicked off his sneakers, then broke the kiss to remove his polo shirt. Danny helped Daddy pull the shirt out of his jeans then stroked the exposed torso as Daddy peeled it off completely and tossed it aside, while straddling his prey.

Danny had made the same move countless times before, but seeing himself doing it from the bottom's view was surprisingly erotic. He reached up and groped his daddy's hirsute chest, running his fingers through the fan of chest hair that he himself had only this morning but would never sport again. Daddy smiled down at his submissive boy in triumph as he undid his jeans then grabbed Danny's wrists and pinned them to the bed at his sides.

Danny was surprised at how strong Daddy was. They were essentially twins, but Danny's valiant struggles were pathetically futile against Daddy's ironclad grip. Danny struggled as hard as he could to try to escape, not because he wanted to get away, but because the struggle itself was turning him on - big time. A submissive fire that he had never known before burned in his core as Daddy leaned down and started to suck on his nipples as Danny squirmed and moaned beneath his captor in futility.

Daddy was toying with him, enjoying his pathetic struggles as much as Danny was, nibbling on his helpless boytoy, turning the pretty bottom boy on, teaching him the ropes and the pleasures of his new place...on the bottom. Danny was already learning that his choices had narrowed to two, submit completely or struggle in futility. Either way, he was fucked.

Danny struggled as Daddy kept nibbling and forced his legs between Danny's legs, spreading them open wider and wider until his boy was splayed open beneath him. Danny squirmed his torso and kicked his legs pathetically, like a cheerleader at homecoming. Daddy pulled up and leered down at him, "I'm going to take you, boy."

Daddy pulled off and with little effort, flipped Danny over onto his belly, facing the mirrors, then stripping off his jeans before taking up position kneeling behind his boy. Daddy lifted Danny's hips up into a kneeling position and pushed down hard between his shoulder blades, pinning him in that vulnerable position. Danny saw the familiar reflection of himself in the mirror about to fuck a pretty boy, but this time he was the pretty boy about to be fucked!

Danny was about to push up off the mattress when Daddy grabbed his cheeks, leaned down and started to rim his ass... his reflection gasped back at him in the mirror. Cindy had done this a couple of times early in their relationship, but it never felt this good. Maybe it was because Daddy was really into it, attacking his hole with his strong lapping tongue. Danny was gasping and panting at the novel sensation, then moaned loudly as the strong wet muscle breached his entrance and drove inside. Danny buried his face in the mattress and clutched at the covers as he reveled in his first rim job, pressing his ass back, freely offering it up to his Daddy.

"Oh, yeah...Daddy..." Danny moaned into the mattress as Daddy ate out his ass, causing the muscle to relax. He felt Daddy come up for air and awaited more tongue action so he almost jumped off the bed when Daddy's lubed thumb popped inside him and probed his prostate. Sharp pain shot through him from having his entrance breached for the first time. "OW, It HURTS...Please Daddy..." Danny squealed and tried to squirm away, but Daddy pressed him even more firmly into the mattress as his thumb massaged Danny's prostate gland. His sphincter muscles soon relaxed and stopped trying to expel the intruder. Danny exhaled in relief as his ass adjusted and the initial sharp pain subsided. It still hurt, but there was a new, deep feeling of sexual pleasure starting to emanate from his core.

"That's it, Danny. Don't fight it, accept it like a good boy."

Daddy was training him, training his ass, to yield, to accept a hard cock deep up inside him. "Please, Daddy... don't make me...I can't...please..." he whined but his sphincter involuntarily pushed back and tried to pull more of Daddy's wriggling thumb inside.

"Your boy pussy wants it now, Danny. Don't fight it, accept that this is who you are..."

"Nooo, please. I-I'm not..." Danny couldn't finish the sentence.

"Yes, you are Danny." Daddy withdrew the thumb and inserted his middle finger, sawing it in and out, in and out, up and down, side to side, in and out, stretching the virgin boy pussy as Danny groaned into the mattress. "You replaced the picture of you and your wife with that homoerotic shot of you and your college buddies with your arms around each other's bare flesh, you designed me to come live with you, you sucked me off, let me make you over into a pretty, bottom boy...all leading up to this moment. Accept it." Daddy replaced the sawing finger with the head of his lubed cockhead and popped it inside Danny's loosened rosebud.

Danny thrashed around of the bed and groaned in pain, "It's too BIG...it's too big...it hurtsss..." he hissed through clenched teeth. Danny knew it was only a hard cock, but it felt like a damn baseball bat!

Daddy started to saw a couple of inches in and out, in and out, "Breathe... Don't fight it, Danny. Accept it. Fighting only makes it hurt more...submit..."

Danny thrashed around in pain, trying to breathe, trying to adjust...several painful moments passed in slow motion until Danny's ass canal was able to adjust a little and the pain wasn't as sharp, but it still raged like a hot poker. Daddy fed his struggling boy a fraction of an inch more on each thrust until his cockhead hit the prostate. Danny started to feel the deep primal pleasure again and his stretched sphincter started to tire and loosen. The pain remained and started to cool while the intensity of the pleasure increased. Soon, Daddy was slowly fucking Danny with the full length of his cock. Danny opened his eyes and looked in the mirror where he saw his twin long-dicking a gasping prettyboy version of himself. Cindy's last words to him as she slammed the door in his face echoed in his head, "Go FUCK yourself Dan!"

If she could only see him now.

"I think you're ready Danny. I'm going to start fucking you for real," Daddy warned and then started to piledrive into Danny's upturned butt. "OHHH...FUCCCKKK...Daddy..." Danny moaned as he experienced his first full-on manfuck. Daddy's hips slapped over and over into his upturned buns that jiggled on each downthrust. Danny moaned and groaned and trashed under the onslaught, but Daddy was right, Danny wanted this, deserved this, needed this...

Danny was tired of fighting, so he submitted, surrendering his alpha status to his twin droid, his Daddy. Danny embraced the intense primal pleasure that coursed through his painfilled bowels and submitted, "Oh, fuck me Daddy..."

"Good boy, Danny," Daddy husked above him. "Your pussy feels amazing. Let's take it up a notch."

What...?!

True to his word, Daddy started fucking faster and harder with mechanical efficiency. Danny howled beneath the droid as his guts exploded with INTENSE pleasure and pain, combining into a blur of sensation that overloaded his brain...it was all too much for him to process, "Wait! Slow down...STOP...Please daddy...!" But his pleas went ignored as the thrusts caused his hips to bounce off the mattress back onto the unforgiving and relentless hard cock fucking him... until he remembered the failsafe word, "DEACTIVATE!!"