Date: Wed, 18 May 2005 07:33:34 -0500
From: Justin Davis <justin0398@gmail.com>
Subject: Boy World 07 by Justin Davis (M/t/b, mast, oral, anal, Sci-Fi, Fant)

The following story contains graphic sexual scenes involving older males
and younger males. If material of this nature offends you then you should
not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in
most states you are not allowed to read this story by law.

This story is purely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to person's
living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely
coincidental. Additionally, the actions of the characters in this story
are in no way intended to show approval of, or give sanction to, their
actions.

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Boy World

By

Justin Davis

Chapter Seven



"I can't do that! It's nasty!" Adnon wailed, for the fifth time in as
many days.

"Come on kid! Do it like you've been told!" Mark demanded.

Tears running down his cheeks, Adnon got down upon his knees staring at
the huge cock and opened his mouth.

It was all so vile, so real, so addicting. Each and every time was like
the first time. Spit would spew from the corner of Adnon's mouth and snot
would spew from his nose as he tried to accommodate the huge cock in his
mouth then down his throat. Time and again he would gag and choke trying
to handle the huge tube. Then, he would cough and wretch and spit after
what seemed like a flood of cum filled his mouth. Naturally, the same was
true when he got fucked.

Adnon would beg and plead and sob then howl as the huge pole invaded his
bottom. Ten times in five days it had happened. Each time was like it had
never happened before.

"I think the new programming is working wonderfully well, Mr. Chang,"
Gerald commented as the both of them watched Mark and Adnon on the
Tele-Viewer.

"Yes, it seems to be. Isn't this like the fifth time he's made Adnon suck
him?" Mr. Chang asked.

"Yes, and he's fucked him twice a day in the last five days," Gerald
replied, prompting Mr. Chang to chuckle.

"Well, I think we can say that he's addicted. What do you think?" Mr.
Chang asked.

"Oh, if not I think he's getting there," Gerald replied.

"And, Derrick Adams?"

"Totally and completely addicted. The two of them haven't been out of the
bungalow in two weeks."

"I see. Well, maybe it's time for Mr. Adams to suffer a little
withdrawal," Mr. Chang replied, and chuckled.

"Yeah, I think he's ready."

"What about Mr. Davis, here? How long do you think?" Mr. Chang asked,
pointing at the view screen and smiling as Adnon's stomach heaved and he
began to cough again from trying to take the big cock down his throat.

"Oh, I think in another few days or so."

"Well, just the same, let's let it go another seven or eight days. He's
already gone from fucking him once a day to twice. I should think when he
starts gobbling the Vita Pills to keep it up all the time we'll have
him," Mr. Chang responded, and turned off the viewer as Adnon was
coughing again.

Sadly, for Mark Davis, it was all too addicting. He began to loose weight
from not eating regularly. He started to gobble the Vita Pills on the
sixth day and was fucking Adnon's butt or mouth four to five times a day.
Never mind that Adnon wasn't real. His reactions were, and the begging
and pleading and howling only seemed to get better each time.

Of course, that is the way the program for Adnon had been designed, the
same as Sean's had been designed to serve his function and Deepak and
Sanjay theirs. The technicians and engineers had thought up the new
approach two years ago and now the fruits of their labors were paying
off. At least it seemed so.

Martin Chang, part owner and manager of Boy World, fingered the touch pad
on the remote control and watched briefly the scene on the Tele-Viewer as
Mike Grayson, a long-time customer, slobbered over the obscenely huge
dick of Danny Number Eight, one of the new Protodroid models. A small
young kid with a big dick and balls who could cum was what the man had
wanted and Danny Number Eight had been built for just such customers.
Appearance wise, the Protodroid looked eleven or so. However, his
genitalia were such that a grown man would have been proud of them. As
Mike Grayson got on his hands and knees in the middle of the bed to take
the small boy's obscenely huge tube up his butt again, Mr. Chang again
pressed the touch pad on the remote and the scene changed.

For awhile, he watched Chris Lawson, another long-time customer, as the
nipple clamps to Michael Number Seven were applied, causing the young
looking Protodroid to howl in anguish. Then, he winced and flipped to
another scene as Michael Number Seven began to scream while the
ball-squeezer was tightened even more upon his walnut-sized balls.

Of course, all the customers were monitored; especially those who were
with real boys, but the ones with the Protodroids were of special
interest to Mr. Chang, since none of the customers, with the exception of
Mark Davis, were aware that the boys were not human.

Again the figures of Mark Davis and Adnon filled the screen of the
Tele-Viewer and Mr. Chang smiled when he saw that Adnon was again taking
it up the butt and bawling at the top of his lungs as he did so. Having
seen enough for the moment, Mr. Chang turned off the Tele-Viewer and
swiveled in his chair to look over at the small naked boy sitting upon
the couch playing with his hard, three-inch, peter.

"Wong, my pet. You do get so horny watching those things don't you?" Mr.
Chang asked.

"Uh huh!" the boy replied, still fingering his dink.

"You ready to come sit in my lap now? I'm all ready for you," Mr. Chang
said, his thick eight-inch cock already hard and dripping with
expectation.

"Uh huh!" the cute little Asian replied, and got up off of the couch and
walked over to where the naked man sat in his chair.

"Such a lovely thing you are, my pet," Mr. Chang said, as the boy climbed
up into his lap and positioned himself so that he could take hold of the
large cock with his hand and aim it at his butt.

Then, the boy gasped loudly at the intrusion of the huge head of Mr.
Chang's cock, bit his lower lip, and began to lower himself up the long,
fat, shaft. As he did so, Mr. Chang kissed him, stroked the nape of his
neck with one hand, and twirled his fingers on the head of the boy's hard
dink with the other. As had happened many times in the past, the boy
gasped and groaned loudly, and the huge tube swiftly impaled him all the
way, the gooey sensations making his ass open up so that he landed on Mr.
Chang's pubic bush with a thump. Then, the boy sighed and lay his head
upon the man's chest, pleasantly full again. No Protodroid this one! Wong
was his special prize that he had selected and trained to satisfy his own
personal sexual proclivities.

Some twenty minutes later, as Mr. Chang was filling Wong's butt with
sperm and the boy was cooing and trembling with his third orgasm in
response, the chimes on the Tele-Viewer rang.

"Damn!" Mr. Chang exclaimed in response. "I'm afraid you'll have to hop
off my pet," he said to the boy and kissed his forehead.

Wong sighed then raised himself up off of the still hard tube and there
was a slurping squishy sound as it exited his bottom.

"Yes?" Mr. Chang said, in a perturbed tone as he answered the
Tele-Viewer.

"Mr. Chang, I need to see you right away sir!" the lanky man with the
gray hair said in a panicked tone.

"Uh, what's the matter Jacob?" Mr. Chang asked.

"Something terrible has happened, Mr. Chang! I need to talk with you
alone immediately," Jacob Nichols, the head of design and engineering
replied.

"Very well. I'll be in my office," Mr. Chang replied.

"I'll be right over," the anxious man replied and signed off.

"I'm afraid you'll have to go, my pet. Why don't you go take a nice warm
bath in the tub? I'll join you in a few minutes," Mr. Chang said to Wong
who was now seated upon the couch with his feet upon it and his legs
spread working two fingers in and out of his dilated hole with one hand
and playing with his dink with the other.

Mr. Chang smiled as the boy got up off of the couch and left by the
private entrance to his office. Without question, the boy would be ready
again by the time he got to his private apartment and climbed into the
huge sunken tub with him.

It was as Mr. Chang was thinking about how sweet it was going to be to
have the boy's tight, warm, moistness envelop his cock again that the
door to his office opened and Jacob Nichols hastily entered, closed the
door behind him, then rushed over and plopped himself in the seat in
front of Mr. Chang's desk breathing rapidly and fidgeting nervously.

"My God, Jacob! What's wrong?" Mr. Chang asked.

"There's been an accident. A terrible accident," Jacob panted.

"What!"

"Yes, a guest named Alford."

"The stocky middle-aged guy with the bald head?"

"Yes, that's the one."

"What happened?"

"The best we can figure he had a heart attack. The technicians are
checking Leo Number Seventeen now and the clinic is working on Mr.
Alford. They think he will be okay.

"Good grief!"

"Oh my God! It was awful!" Jacob replied fidgeting even more in his seat.

"Calm down and tell me," Mr. Chang replied.

"It was in one of the B and D rooms. You know the Leo series is designed
for that kind of thing, to both give and receive. You remember how we
designed the programming for that series."

"Yes, so that all memories of what occurred are erased after the
session."

"Well, I don't think that's the case this time. Like I said, the
technicians are checking to make double sure."

"I don't understand, Jacob."

"I've looked at the surveillance tape. Leo Number Seventeen is saying all
kinds of things as he applies the nipple clamps, jams the butt plug up
the man's butt, and begins to tighten the ball squeezer. It's when he is
using the whip that it is the most telling."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, he is telling the man how it feels. How he is going to feel pain
like he did and on and on!"

"My God!"

"Yes, that's not supposed to happen. I think fear and pain just made the
guy's heart give out."

"Well, are the doctors sure he will be okay?"

"They think he should be but he'll be on medication for awhile and most
certainly will have to be flown out to a hospital."

"What do you think went wrong?"

"What I was afraid of all along. That the Nano Circuits we're using
within the central brain module of the Protodroids would start to
replicate on their own.

"But we researched and checked all that time and time again before we
even put the first Protodroid out for use."

"Yes, I know all that, and we've observed, and tested, and watched, and
tested all of them time and time again. This is the first instance where
there has even been a hint that any Protodroid might be growing its own
memory. There have been a few isolated instances were it has occurred in
industry in places where they use droids for dangerous tasks and they
suddenly begin to refuse to put themselves in danger."

"So you think this might be the case in this instance?"

"Yes, that's my gut feeling. I'll know more when the technicians finish."

"Fine! Get back to me as soon as you can. We could have some serious
problems on our hands."

"I know. I'll get back, hopefully, within the hour," Jacob said, and rose
from the chair and headed out of the office.

For awhile, Mr. Chang sat at his desk and pondered what Jacob Nichols had
said and what the repercussions might be if the Protodroids began to grow
their own memory and what alternatives might be possible. Then, he
signed. That could wait for awhile anyway. There were more pleasant
things to think about for the moment.

"Oh! Mmmmmm!" You do that so good, my pet!" Mr. Chang commented, having
climbed into the tub with little Wong who was now sucking on his hard
cock. "You ready for me to be in you again?" Mr. Chang asked.

"Uh huh!" the boy said, having taken his mouth off of the hard tube and
nodding his head that he was.

"Well, come on then," Mr. Chang replied, leaning back upon the back of
the tub.

As before, little Wong positioned himself over the man's groin and
grabbed hold of the hard, fat, penis, and gasped as he inserted it into
his bottom. Then, he cooed as he rocked his hips back and forth and began
to lower himself toward the man's pubes, happy that he was going to feel
so full again and would have such wonderful tingly cums.

To be continued