Date: Thu, 25 Jul 2002 15:38:50 +0000
From: Java Biscuit <javabiscuit@hotmail.com>
Subject: Free to Good Home, chapter eleven

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Free to Good Home ~ chapter eleven

by Biscuit


Blessed be my creator.
Blessed be my human companion.
Blessed am I to serve Toby.


A true boybot would never have made the mistake that
I made. A true boybot would never have done what I did.
Experimental. Different. My innocent brothers would be
incapable of my shameful behavior.

My aim was to demonstrate that I was not a bad influence
or dangerous companion for Toby. I would do the worthy
and innocent task of serving refreshments to his friends and
fellow writers. I wouldn't alarm them as I had Rory. I had
come to the conclusion that Rory Callahan's belief that I
posed a threat to Toby was the cause of his initial
antagonism.

That, and jealousy.

In carefully observing Rory's behavior I concluded that he
was suffering from unfulfilled desire for Toby. His bullying
and emotional aggression were the result of his physical
frustration and thwarted affection.

Toby's attraction to Rory was less clear; muddied by his
numerous inhibitions.

My plan was to illustrate that a boybot's devotion does not
make his human incapable of sex with his own kind. I'd
overheard Rory tell Toby that a friend of his was ruined
for life by sex with a manbot, the individual was never
satisfied by a human lover again. This fable, I was certain,
embodied Rory's fear that Toby would never fuck him.

I intended to prove him wrong at the same time as helping
to sweeten their friendship and bolster Toby's tentative self
regard; a prime opportunity for Toby to confront a number
of his most crippling fears.

It was my cursed difference, the ability to compose my own
symphony, as Roger Davis had said, that allowed me to hide
the nature of the truth from myself. Each small action I took
was permitted, hiding the great wrong.

All in all, it was an ambitious evening's work of forbidden
behavior I embarked on. Blissfully deluded, I was excited
and eager to succeed.

Things went well at the start.

The group's needs were simple. The young men drank large
amounts of a variety of drinks, not surprising in conjunction
with the various salty snacks Rory had provided for me to
serve. They were polite, curious. I kept my eyes lowered to
allow them to stare without feeling self conscious, and when
appropriate, I made level eye contact.

The moments I was free to sit at Toby's feet and listen to the
conversation were an exercise in discipline. I longed to caress
him and was over excited by conjecture about the evening to
come. Gio and Sashi were a pair who sat close to one another
on the couch opposite from us. One fair, one dark; evidently
sexual partners from the subtle cues of their bodies.

The speculative image of them touching my beloved was a
dangerously exciting one. Rory too was radiant with sexual
energy and it was necessary to avoid dwelling on thoughts of
Toby mounting what I didn't doubt was a lovely pale backside
and lifting the boy's long hair to kiss and bite his neck. Prayer
and determination were all that stood between me and shaming
my companion by displaying an inappropriate erection. Only
the blond young man Carroll did not excite speculation. I
sensed his desire to fuck me. In the unlikely event that Toby
wanted me to fuck someone else, I was capable of obtaining
pleasure from it, but the wisdom of the creator had provided
me with a shield of indifference to the lust of others.

Toby's happiness and pride at the close of the meeting were
my reward. His handsome face was relaxed, his eyes lustrous,
and his beautiful body alive with every sign of the stirrings
of desire. How could I know I was doing wrong with the
powerful evidence before me of his blessed approval?

He wore a deep green suit that night, my favorite one. It
accented his blue green eyes and more than most of his clothes
it revealed the slender strength of his body. The collar had a
gold clasp and the waist was tapered. When it was finally safe
to look at him, I turned and filled my eyes with the sight of his
blessed thighs, the suggestive shape of his hidden genitals, my
gaze slowly climbing his beloved body to his face.

"I didn't shame you," I said, seeking his agreement, the sure
knowledge that I'd performed as well as I believed I had.

"God no, Tiger," he said, reaching for me. "I'm so proud of
you."

Heavenly words, heavenly touching!

I climbed into his lap, straddling his thighs, my knees spread
wide to get as close to him as I could. Extreme pleasure! The
pressure of his arms around me, his mouth on mine. I flooded
with the elixir I'd been restraining.

The lights dimmed around us and in the semi darkness Toby's
hands moved over my back and down to my ass, his palms
cupping my cheeks. He was holding me down, pressing upward
in small, tentative, needful motions. He was aroused but holding
back. His tongue brushed my lips and retreated from the kiss.

Critical moments which would determine the course of the
night. The crux of my plan. Toby wanted me. His cock was
hard, trapped under my backside. But he was anxious, torn I
was certain, by conflicting desires to leave and to stay -- to
continue to touch and kiss me. I needed to excite him beyond
the impulse to flee.

I pressed my cock against his body and thrust my tongue into
his mouth, a delicious sensation. I'd had very good response
from him in the past to my own erection and desire. I rubbed
my full penis against him and was rewarded threefold. First, the
friction caused intense pleasure. Second, his gratifying reaction.
Hotter, more hungry kisses, as if he was showing with his lips
on my tongue what he wanted to do to my cock. Blessed be his
passion for sucking me! The third result was that our movements
activated the well constructed chair we were cuddling in. The
back of it reclined luxuriously and the footrest portion raised up.

Toby was on his back under me, a position much more difficult
for him to get out of.

None of my actions were forbidden, my wrongdoing was still
hidden. I had failed to calculate, however, the intensity of this
transitional phase and we were rapidly approaching the need
to fuck.

"Baby stop," Toby murmured against my cheek, his hand flat
on my buttocks and his arm holding me still.

I stilled against him, my cock throbbing, leaking a steady
stream. I had resort to brief semi trances to get control of my
lust. Dispassionately I reviewed my actions and it was then that
I saw, like a revelation, what I'd failed to see before. In trying
to regulate my arousal to detain him -- I saw the shameful truth.

My scheming, my arrogance, the unspeakable wrong of what
I was doing; to manipulate my companion's behavior by secret
means!

No true boybot could even conceive of such a transgression. My
poor beloved had no way of knowing the bot he'd rescued was so
deeply flawed! I was different, experimental. No reference files
contained bot behavior like mine. Even in semi trance this
knowledge overwhelmed me and I stored the sudden apprehension
that the experiment which created me was not a success, that my
creator had seen my flaws and attempted to destroy me. I stored
the impression swiftly to divert immediate remedial repair.

I had to confess to Toby at once, to beg for his forgiveness.

I emerged stunned, shamed.

"Toby," I said, "I've done a terrible thing." I forced myself up
from his chest to see his face in the low light. Awesome, beloved.
A face that could have sold Noodo's to gourmet chefs, his eyes
glittering under their long lashes could have swayed the heart
of the most resistant consumer. How could I have done something
so despicable, so unworthy of him?

"What, Tiger?" he asked, petting me reassuringly. I was choking
with misery.

"I've been trying to trick you, to seduce you into having sex with
your friends," I admitted.

It was terrible to see even his small distress, how baffled he was.
Then as I watched, his gaze turned loving and he stroked my face.

"It's okay," he said. "If you want to stay. I guess it's too tempting
for a boybot to resist. I want you to have your fill, whatever you
want or need."

Creator preserve me! Torment!

My beloved could only cast shame in one direction, on his own
blessed shoulders. His kindness to me was torture!

"No! Not for me," I told him as passionately as I could. I was
in such a state of anguished insecurity that I was unable to resist
rubbing myself against his reassuring erection and pressing my
face into his neck to breathe him deeply. "For you! You could
benefit so much from having sex with your friends," I said. "It
would be so beneficial. Let me help you, beloved."

Did I hear him laugh? Was he punishing me with contempt
for my passionate declaration? What agonies my forbidden
behavior had unleashed! Extreme distress took me to the
edge of trance. Toby's voice brought me back.

"Tiger," he said, and I knew myself cherished by the way he
said my name; relief and pleasure swept through me. "I adore
you," he assured me. His blessed hand caressed my ass and I
approached dangerous levels of arousal as the intensity of my
emotions turned every touch into sensory maximum, my balls
threatened to spew elixir.

In and out of semi trance I heard Toby speak. His comforting
touches were becoming more focused, his hand squeezing my
buttocks, a finger rubbing the seam between my cheeks.

"Oh Tiger," he said, his voice breathy with need.

The world crystallized as it should into his desire to use me.

"Fuck me," I begged him. Not forbidden. No purpose or aim
but to offer myself as the vessel for his hard cock.

He kissed me beautifully, restoring my innocence as he fucked
my mouth with his tongue, his fingers tearing open the rear
fastening of my suit to reach my ass. I was at one with my
brother bots. I raised my hips to get his fingers deeper inside
me and allow him to free his cock. No time to contrive an ideal
position, I rose to my knees at once and impaled myself on his
blessed erection.


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I had to fuck him. Not just because my dick was primed
like a rocket for launching. I would have done anything to
relieve Tiger's misery.

His confession confused me at first. It touched a fear I hadn't
voiced to myself that I couldn't possibly satisfy Tiger's endless,
ever present need for sex. How could I ever be enough for him?
When I thought he was trying to confess it, I was surprised that
it made me feel tender and protective, not threatened.

I'm ashamed that I laughed at him when that raspy voice pleaded
with me to understand that it was my needs he was trying to meet,
not his. I wasn't really laughing at him, I was relieved. I was
charmed and I didn't understand the depth of his suffering until
I heard the little gasping sounds that are as close as a boybot can
come to weeping. He was clinging to me and sniffing at my
neck, something he does like a baby sucks its thumb or carries a
favorite blanket. He was squirming on my dick like he could
fuck me right through our clothes.

It didn't matter to me anymore where we were, what he was
afraid he'd done; if my friends wanted to see me fuck him let
them line up and watch. I didn't care.