Jack Boys

"There's something you need from me, isn't there, little girl?" Paige nodded dully, her sluggish mind so thoroughly exhausted she couldn't even summon up an expression on her slack and vacuous face. Her eyelids drooped, but her gaze nonetheless remained fixed on the smooth and relentless motion of sculpted plastic fist on sculpted plastic cock. She couldn't imagine looking away from her Boy(tm), not anymore. The struggle that felt like hours but lasted only mere minutes was almost over now, and Paige had very little willpower left to resist the mesmerizing sight of him jacking his gleaming silver, perpetually hard shaft. And what strength she did have was reserved for preventing herself from slipping even deeper into trance.

Which meant that she couldn't move. She couldn't rise from her knees. She couldn't so much as turn her head away from the captivating sight of the Boy's hand sliding back and forth, back and forth as he masturbated himself for her. Paige could just about remember, if she strained her feeble and foggy brain to its utmost, mentioning something about men jacking off as one of her 'areas of interest' when filling out her user profile during the ordering process, but all that did was remind her that she'd given her Boy all the information he needed about her weaknesses to break her will swiftly and efficiently. She didn't stand a chance in hell of escaping him.

And he knew it. "Ah ah ah!" he chided, refusing to give her even the dignity of mindless acquiescence to his will. "That's not an answer, pretty girl. You know what it is you need from me, and you know I'm not going to give it to you until you give in and admit exactly what it is. So tell me, sweetie. Tell me what it is you need me to do to you." Paige felt her hips grinding against the air, her whole body squirming with arousal as she tried desperately to fight the growing urge to answer the Boy's question and acknowledge the growing influence his hypnotic programming had on her desires. Saying it out loud would be too much of a defeat, a confession that she was losing track of the difference between what she wanted and what he wanted her to want, and Paige knew it would bring her one step closer to total subjugation.

But she was also too weak to stop herself. "I need a... another load, Master," she heard herself murmuring, the sound almost seeming to come from someone else's lips as she dissociated yet further from the impossible sequence of events that unfolded around her. "I need you to c-cum all over me, to make me a... a messy little slut for you like I always wanted to be."

Paige didn't know if that was entirely true. Yes, she loved watching videos of men jacking off, and yes, nothing made her wetter than rubbing her clit in tandem with their growing arousal until she felt herself climax at the same time the first jet of semen gushed up into the air and splattered back onto their taut abs. But she never really thought much about where all the semen might go when they were done with it, and she certainly couldn't remember fantasizing about being covered with it from head to toe until it dripped off her stiff pink nipples and dribbled down her rosy cheeks.

But somehow that didn't seem to matter anymore. Paige's mind felt soft and malleable, molded and shaped by the Boy's strobing gaze until her thoughts were simply wet clay for him to manipulate and her every notion felt faintly liquid to the touch. Paige couldn't be sure if she'd never wanted a man to jack off onto her shivering, naked body while she knelt in front of him and pleaded fruitlessly to be allowed to switch off her mind and cum, because it sounded so fucking hot now that she was doing it that she couldn't imagine she was only discovering this desire for the first time. It all seemed so--

"Good girl." Paige's train of thought, such as it was, derailed as a gush of fluid jetted out from the tip of the Boy's plastic phallus and splattered all over her face and chest. It looked like semen, but the flavor that sprayed into her slack and vacant mouth was more like the deliciously musky lube the android released from its fingers. It had a pleasant bitterness to it, like coffee with plenty of milk and lots of sugar, nothing at all like the intensely salty taste of actual cum, and Paige found herself muzzily imagining her lips wrapping around the shaft and drinking it in great gulps. She could see herself begging to suck the Boy's cock. She could see it so clearly now.

Paige blinked hard, trying to banish the vision from her mind, but it felt so impossibly difficult with her pussy throbbing the way it was. Her skin tingled with arousal everywhere the pearly fluid soaked in, and the Boy's seemingly inexhaustible reservoir of synthetic semen meant he had enough cum to absolutely drench her naked body with his jizz. She could feel it coating her mousy brown hair, seeping between her puffy pink labia, making a mess of the carpet around her, and turning her whole mind into a churning roil of seething lust. God, no wonder she was so weak. "C-can I please cum now?" she heard herself whimper, her voice as meek and tiny as a Catholic schoolgirl.

But the Boy only chuckled. "I'm sure you don't really want to do that, silly girl," he growled, his hand still pumping relentlessly up and down his shaft in a mesmerizing tableau that Paige's already weakened mind couldn't resist staring at. "If you came for me, that dumb and ditzy little brain of yours wouldn't be able to resist collapsing from all the overwhelming pleasure and you'd simply stop thinking. Forever. You'd become a mindless, obedient slave who slept forever in my will and did everything I told you. That's not what you want, is it?"

As slow and sleepy as her mind was, Paige could recognize the manipulation behind the Boy's words. He was allowing her to masturbate, ceaselessly teasing her own slick and throbbing pussy until her own lust droned so loud inside her head that it practically drowned out her thoughts, constantly tantalizing her with the promise of orgasm even as he implanted the notion into her malleable brain that climax would be the final act of subjugation to break her will forever and leave her nothing but an object for him to possess.

And his cum... his endless, inexhaustible supply of cum... it was some kind of aphrodisiac. It was doing something to her, making her horny and needy and extra sensitive the same way those strobing eyes had made her sleepy and suggestible, and the more it seeped into her pores and diffused into her bloodstream the harder it was for Paige to resist the unquenchable desire to cum for her Boy. Sooner or later the repeated doses would overwhelm whatever resistance she possessed and she would beg him to empty her mind out forever and turn her into a vacant, brainless slut.

Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the empty cardboard box and the paring knife she'd used to open it. The anticipation she felt in that moment seemed like it was a million years ago now.

"I don't think you answered my question, sweetie," the Boy purred, his voice tugging her to attention like a puppet being raised on its strings. "Do you want to cum yourself brainless yet? Do you want that nice big climax so bad you'd give away your mind forever to get it? Or do you just want me to cum on your tits again while you edge yourself dumber and deeper and wetter and weaker for me?" Paige spotted the double bind, but she wasn't smart enough to think her way around it. Not anymore. Not with her fingers constantly churning the slick mess of her cunt into a leaky froth, and her glassy eyes still locked onto the pumping motion of the jacking fist in front of her. All she knew was that she couldn't give in. She couldn't let herself cum, or she'd be lost.

So she mumbled, "Cum on my tits, please, Master," in a tone of lost and helpless desperation she wouldn't even have thought herself capable of just twenty minutes ago. The Boy chuckled, another blast of semen hitting her square in the chest, and Paige had just enough presence of mind to admire his aim before the chemicals in his jizz soaked in and ratcheted her mind up to a whole new level of arousal. She felt like her entire body was permanently stuck on the edge of orgasm, held back only by the hypnotic control of those strobing, pulsing eyes. She had to ask him for permission to erase her own will. If not for that sadistic little detail, Paige might have slipped over into climax already.

But that was the whole point, wasn't it? He wasn't letting her simply drift into obedience with the thoughtless, accidental ease of a mindlessly horny slut. He wanted her to acknowledge the enormity of what would happen to her if she came, to feel the weight of that decision and know that it would be the last one she ever made, and then to choose it anyway because she was just that weak and wet and needy. He wanted Paige to admit that she would sell her very soul to release the sexual tension building up between her legs, and only then would he allow her to cum. "You're such a good little cum-catcher for Master," he cooed, and Paige was astonished by how much pride she felt at his words.

It was that pride that finally... not broke her, not exactly. Paige's will had been broken from the moment the Boy opened his eyes and locked gazes with her, pummeling her synapses with that strobing hypnotic stare until her brain was slow and mushy and easy to mold. But when she felt that warm, happy glow of tranquil bliss at the realization she was pleasing her Boy(tm) by taking all his big, heavy loads of cum, Paige knew there was no way to escape what was going to happen to her. She was going to be manipulated into accepting his total control, whether it was now or ten minutes from now or a desperate, torturous hour from now spent edging herself into horny vacancy. She couldn't stop needing to cum. She couldn't stop that desire from ruling her.

All she could do was give in. "Please, Master, please let me cum, I'll do anything, I... I'll give you my mind, I'll stop thinking forever, I promise, I'll... I'll be your mindless horny slut, I'll let you cum all over me whenever you want, I, I, I just--I just want to cum, PLEASE!" Paige had to admit, it sounded pretty goddamn sexy when she said it out loud like that. Even without the Boy(tm)'s hypnotic influence, she might have gotten turned on by a fantasy like this.

Not that anyone but a Boy(tm) had the stamina to ejaculate this many times. "Are you really sure?" he asked, shooting a spurt of pearly fluid directly into Paige's vacant mouth. "There's no going back, slut. You'll be nothing more than property if I let you cum now, just a vacant set of holes for me to fill whenever I feel like it. I'll be able to make you do anything. Anything at all." The words should have set off warning bells inside Paige's mind, but the alarms in her head had been going off for so long that the batteries were entirely drained. She knew what she was agreeing to. She just couldn't make herself care anymore.

"Yes," she murmured, her voice now nothing more than a vacant monotone as the last of her volition left. "Please. Cum. Please." It felt difficult even to think the words, as though complete sentences were too complex for her now, and her already glassy eyes took on a thousand-yard stare as she felt her mind going numb with atavistic lust. All she wanted now was pleasure. All she desired was to please her Boy(tm).

And he was finally ready to give her everything she wanted. "Good girl," he husked out, stepping forward and filling her empty mouth with cock. He spurted rope after rope after rope of gooey cum straight down her throat, filling her belly with warmth, and that was all Paige needed to send her over the edge into a climax that utterly obliterated her consciousness and left her a mindless, helpless, obedient slave for her Boy(tm). She didn't even notice him helping her to her feet, bringing her to the bathroom and showering her off before he instructed her to invite her best friend over. She didn't notice anything at all anymore but the perfect pleasure of surrender. And she drooled at the thought of her next taste of his mind-melting, delicious jizz.

THE END