Remote control units

On Monday, even as Ted logged into truck forty-seven, he was aware of a proximity alert. He acknowledged the warning icon before entering his final id, masking the lurking human from Master Control’s detection. As his full sensor array came on line, he quickly turned the view screen towards the cab’s occupant and put his finger to his virtual lips, silence continued uninterrupted.

He set the truck in motion for its run to the ore face and initiated his ghost presence. Everything would seem perfectly normal; Master wouldn’t be able to detect what was really happening in the cab. He turned again to the Rag formerly known as Tom, now #382.

“382, we can talk,” he began, “what are you doing hiding in here? Won’t someone miss you?”

“I wish you guys would use my name,” he sighed, “I’m on the night shift this week. I checked the roster, found forty-seven and climbed in after Jim logged out,” Ted nodded on the screen showing he understood.

“The big guy in the black robot said you’re my owner, said you could help me, you know jack off. Can you please? I’m so fucking desperate!”

“You ever been with another guy before?” 382 shook his head no.

“I’m straight,” he declared, “Never even thought about stuff like this, till my balls started aching so bad.”

“So, you’ve never had anyone push their cock up your arse?” 382 swallowed but remained silent, again another shake of the head. Ted beckoned for him to come closer, he did.

Taking control of the cab’s robotic hand, Ted reached out.

“Well, if you want me to empty these balls,” he said as he took the orbs in a light grip, “then I’m going to be fucking your arse, a lot! What do you think about that?”

“I can’t think anymore! On the job I work flat out so I don’t have to think, I stay back late so I don’t have to think. If I get to thinking, I feel like I’m going to explode.” He paused, clearly flustered.

“The black guy said I belong to you, I’ll do whatever you want but, please, I mean it, please jack me off!”

Silence again filled the space; Ted savored the moment.

“Open that red case in the corner,” the driver directed, “get the metal cylinder out and fit it to this.” The robotic hand swiveled to stillness in the centre of the cab. 382 did as he was told. He then added a generous dab of lube, as instructed. Ted lowered the arm to knee height and rotated the screen to face the boy directly.

“What’s your name? Who’s your owner?” The rag formerly known as Tom paused.

“I’m 382, you own me.”

“Excellent!” the driver praised, “work this into your arse and we’ll see about letting you blow.” 382 smiled widely before awkwardly arranging himself above the metal cock.

“Go slow,” instructed Ted. “Open yourself up carefully, we’ve got a few hours and if you do good, you get to cum.” A crease of concern flashed across the boy’s face; he began to lower himself.

For Ted the feeling was magnificent. Straight boy arse, stretched as it had never been stretched before, was truly one of the best fuck experiences he’d had. He could feel everything of what was taking place a thousand kilometres away, it was as if his dick was actually there. After his toy’s back passage expanded, he began to fuck the hapless rag no end. His dick had never had so much fun.

Forty minutes into the session Ted reached around with the cab’s second arm and worked his property gently. 382 was dripping and desperate for release. Thirty or forty pumps in, the boy exploded, Ted felt the arse he was fucking contract in spasm. He kept working the cock and dragged a second batch of seed from it five minutes later, it hadn’t softened at all.

For a long time 382 seemed in a trance, almost unresponsive. Ted let him be. When he perked up, he realised Ted had stopped moving.

“Sorry,” he apologised, “I’m not sure where I was.” The metal hand reached up to his shoulder and gripped it lightly.

“You did great,” Ted smiled on screen, “it means we’re going to be doing this a lot.”

“Lift yourself off and make this cab spotless.” Came the instruction.

“Yes Sir,” replied the boy and moved to comply.

“I’ll drop you off when we get to the top of the next loop, you need to get some sleep.” The rag nodded and set to work. Ten minutes later Ted paused the machine at the check point to run a spot system review.

“A few things,” Ted started before he released the cab door. “You’ll be sore tomorrow, arse sore. It will pass but, in the morning, it won’t feel like it, understand?” the boy nodded.

“Good. Now, you keep what happens between us to yourself,” again the boy agreed.

“And lastly,” he said as he reached out and took the balls before him in a tight metallic grip. “Who owns these and what’s your name?” The boy took a shocked breath.

“They’re yours, I’m 382.” Ted released, pleased. “Thanks for letting me cum, didn’t know if you were going to.”

“You did good, you’d better go, this check is almost done.” He left.

*

David turned the inventory reload droid down the third isle to begin its restocking cycle. He’d recorded a similar sequence a week ago just for occasions like tonight. He switched to the ghost program and brought the machine to a halt a third of the way down the narrow lane-way. The shelving in this part of the warehouse towered twelve to fifteen feet. Everything was within easy grasp, if you were driving a machine.

He rotated the droid’s body to face the shelving. There, set back in a four-foot-wide opening was a naked Rag.

“712,” greeted David.

“Hey,” the meek twenty-four-year-old replied. He was crouched on his haunches, his back against the rear of the cabinet. His five-inch long, thick cock stuck straight up at a forty-five-degree angle to his thighs. He’d been contemplating what was coming.

“I see you’re horny,” said the droid.

“I’m horny all the time, can’t remember the last time I came.” Declared the rag.

“You ever been with a guy before?” quizzed David.

“Not once. Would have made me sick before,” Lamented the guy.

“Before what?”

“Before you guys electrified my balls.”

“Do you want me to go? Leave you alone?”

“No, no,” 712 replied, panicked, “sorry, I’m just all fucked up. I can’t sleep, have to force my food down, spend as much time as I can on the job, at the gym. Nothing helps.”

“So your balls are full?” asked David, knowing the answer.

“Look at them!” rag snorted, “they’ve never been this big. I can see every vein, I can’t do a thing about it.” He took a breath. “You said at the medical that you were my owner. I don’t know what that means, your slave?”

“Do you think you’re a slave?”

“Don’t have no clothes, no stuff of my own. I just work, sleep and have to eat every crumb of cardboard they put in front of me. Now they’ve stopped me from jacking off and numbered me! Yeah, I think I’m a slave.”

“Well, when you put it together like that, it does make you sound like company property. It’s good you realise it, accept it, know it's right.” Replied David. “I don’t see you as my slave though. For me you’re something different.” The droid’s lower clasp started to extend.

“What then?” asked the youth. As the metal hand carefully took hold of the ball bag before it. There was no escape now.

“A toy. My fuck toy, to use as i want.” 712’s back stiffened as silence descended.

“Just so we start off with no confusion. I’m going to be fucking your sweet virgin hole, a lot. You make my cock happy, make me happy, you get to cum. Cum as much as you want.” David stopped to let it sink in. “What do you think about that?” More quiet.

“I figured that’s what was going to happen,” the guy replied, his cock now dripping from the attention focused on his balls. “Before, when I spoke about being a slave, a company slave,” he corrected. “I don’t mean I’m angry. I’m here through my own stupid fault, I’m genuinely that dumb.”

“So not angry?” asked David.

“Not all the time. I mean, it’s not all bad, or not as bad as it sounds,” the guy continued, “you don’t have to think at all, just do what you’re told. No brain strain. It’s even got benefits, look at these fucken muscles, I’m fucking fully pumped, never looked this good.” He paused, posing his impressive guns, David let him continue.”

“This not being able to cum though, that’s a whole new problem. I know I was dumb before, but now I can’t even add two and two, I’m going mad.” He stopped letting the wave of frustration pass. “So, I guess what I’m saying is, if getting fucked lets me cum, then fuck me as much as you want. You tell me to do something, bang, it’s done, doesn’t matter what it is. Mister, I need these balls emptied.” He said looking down at his nuts. “Just tell me what I gotta do.” He looked directly to the droid’s chest monitor where David’s face sat impassively.

“Well boy, that was a great speech. You do everything you just said, and your balls are going to be empty, a lot.” 712 smiled. “You tell anyone, and I’ll rip them off and stuff them up your arse,” the guy’s smile faded instantly. “You think that’s the sort of thing I could do in a robot?” The frozen boy nodded ‘yes’. “Good, then we understand each other. Let’s put that arse of yours to work and see if you can’t get a load pumped out.”

Over two hours David used the droid’s multiple arms and grips to hold and position 712 into a full range of contorted situations. Not all of them were easy on the guy, but he didn’t complain. After stretching the boy’s rear chute, David cock fucked him wildly. He’d have trouble walking tomorrow, no doubt.

Towards the end, David supported the guy’s back and raised his crutch into the air. With tenderness, he pumped the cock before him and almost instantly was rewarded when it blew a huge load. Wave after wave of cum poured down across the perfect abs, chest and face below. Neither moved, the rag fought to catch his breath. Immediately he did, the drone drained his balls a second time.

All the while, David had left his metal cock fully embedded. None of his toys were going to get to cum without him stretching their innards at the same time. It was simply good training; you don’t get one without the other. David decided to utterly drain his toy, he again worked the cock before him to wood, then release. The final load was just a shadow of the first and by then 712’s cock was super sensitive, David played for a time, but in the end, let the guy stand.

“Thank you, Sir,” said the rag in his first use of the word. “Thank you.”

“Nice Job.” Paused David. “Any cum on the droid?” 712 scanned it carefully finding some on an arm plate. “Lick it off.” He did.

“No gym tomorrow,” Directed David ‘You’ll hardly be able to walk as it is.”

“It’s worth it.” Breathed rag, “like I said, ‘anything you say’. My balls feel great, thanks.” The session finished; the pattern began.