Date: Wed, 11 Sep 2002 17:33:43 +0000
From: cristobal CR <mi69chico@hotmail.com>
Subject: Tyson's Talents

Tyson's Talents

    Many in the huge crowd were practically salivating over the young girls
in bikinis parading around the stage. How many men, and women, wanted a
girl for the primary purpose of being their sex slave? Warren Davis waited
anxiously for the boys who would appear next. He was looking for a
freethinking son who would also be his best friend and lover. Though live
auctions were popular, this spectacle was only a demonstration. After the
show, models were available at a set price; usually well above auction
prices. These were the newest and best-equipped models.
    Finally the boys made their entrance. There were only two dozen of
them, compared to the hundreds of girls that had already been
introduced. The boys, aged ten to eighteen, wore only tight spandex and a
number pinned to their hips. They were smiling and not afraid. They came in
all colors and all were very fit.
    Warren moved close to the runway. There was now plenty of space as the
majority of the men had gone backstage to meet the girls. A cute blond ten
year-old walked right in front of him and grinned. Warren wanted to touch
him. He restrained himself. He was here to make an objective decision. A
handsome fifteen year-old approached. The big bulge defining his cock was
obviously meant to be a selling point. One by one they passed, each
connecting with several very interested clients. Several gave most of their
attention to the women in the audience, but they knew that the majority of
the buyers would be men, and they were anxious to be free of the warehouse
and begin their lives. Warren would have loved to buy a brown-skinned boy,
but that would bring too much risk. He needed a fair-skinned boy that could
pass as his son and travel with him on forged documents. He had spent years
deliberating whether it was ethical to buy one of these models and
illegally take him out of the country. He saw no other way. He wanted the
boy to be entitled to full rights and let him think for himself. They were
capable of that.
    "B23", the tag read, was the last boy in line. His lithe body moved
fluidly with a hint of boyish unruliness. His golden-brown hair was longer
than most, and his skin a very light tan. He had brown eyes and sweet
lips. His chest was that of a twelve year-old perfectly sculpted down to
lean hips and slightly rounded buttocks. Beneath his bright red bikini it
was easy to see that he was well-built.
    The boy scanned the crowd. When his gaze fell on Warren's stare he
approached the man. Instead of stroking his smooth legs of fondling his
balls as many of the customers were doing, Warren held out his hand. The
boy shook it with a genuine smile.
    "I like you," Warren said over the buzz of the crowd.
    "Thank you. I like you, too," the boy replied with a soft young voice.
    "I'd like to see you later."
    The boy beamed. "Later," he said, and proceeded back down the runway
with added bounce in his step. Before going behind the curtain he stopped,
turned, looked back at Warren and gave him a wave.
    Warren pushed his way through the people until he reached the large
doors leading behind the stage. It was a huge open area separated by
cubicles. Each cubicle contained one model. There were no doors because
organizers didn't want customers getting free sex. In some, clients chatted
with the model and a salesman.
    A large "B" hung over a section in the back. Warren hurried back to the
boy department. In cubicle number nine the fifteen year-old displayed his
large cock and small bush for an enthralled older man. It was obvious that
the man wanted the boy's sex. The year was 2084, and times were
conservative. The legal adult age was 21, but this law did not apply to
models. It was legal to have sex even with the youngest models, the ten
year-olds.
    Warren reached cubicle 23 and was disappointed to find another man
already talking to the boy. The boy didn't seem to be terribly
interested. When he saw Warren he flashed him a smile. The other man began
to caress his legs. The boy would have liked to push the hand away, but
with a salesman standing over them, he didn't dare. Instead, he looked at
the man with cold eyes and was unresponsive to his advances. Eventually,
the man left.
    "What is wrong with you?" the salesman said to the boy. "You must have
a screw loose. I'll send you to reconditioning if you don't..."
    "Excuse me," Warren said to the man in the suit, "but we had a date."
    "Yes, sir. Please have a seat," the salesman said.
    "Thank you. Give us a few minutes to talk privately, will you?"
    "Yes sir." He gave number 23 a stern look, and then moved across the
aisle and continued to watch the temperamental model, though he was out of
hearing range.
    "You are a feisty one aren't you," Warren said.
    "I've talked to my share of men. Live and learn, you know."
    "I like that. I'm looking for an open-minded friend. What's your name?"
    "Tyson. I picked it myself. I was originally given a different name but
I changed it."
    Warren introduced himself. "I want a boy who thinks for himself. I
don't intend to fill you with pre-conditioning. Furthermore, I want you to
have a clean slate concerning religion, political views, sexuality, and so
forth. You would be able to make up your own mind on all such matters. You
know that could be risky to me. I would also promise never to sell you or
return you for reconditioning."
    Tyson smiled, dimples in his cheeks. He had expected to be a slave for
the rest of his life.
    "I would like to travel with you to distant lands to let you see how
other people live."
    "That would be illegal."
    "If you're not interested, I'll understand."
    Tyson thought hard for a moment. Warren hoped he wouldn't
short-circuit.
    "We'd be arrested leaving the country," the boy stated.
    "I have the means to get you false documents and make all other
necessary changes," Warren said. He had thought everything through and had
connections to black market technology.
    The boy hugged him and kissed him on the cheek.
    Warren waved the salesman over. "I'd like to take him home with me."
    The salesman worked to hide his joy. Number 23 had been on display for
months, and it looked like they would have to send that robot back to
reconditioning for an expensive overhaul. Warren completed the paperwork,
checked desired options, and waited while Tyson was taken to another room
for adjustments.

Chapter 2

    Warren Davis had a large Malibu house with a swimming pool in the
secluded back yard. Tyson sat with him at a table poolside. The boy was
beautiful and would be that way for his entire life. Robots didn't grow
physically. There would be something lost in not being able to see the boy
grow, but that was the tradeoff. He'd watched other young friends mature,
and was still close to several of them, but in 2084 it was simply too
dangerous to have intimate relations with human minors in the United
States. Less developed nations still lived life more sensibly, but that too
was risky. Warren had visited one of those "barbaric" countries and fallen
in love. Alas, it was not legal to stay.
    "Do you feel any different after your surgery today?" Warren inquired.
    "No, I feel the same," Tyson replied. "It wasn't surgery, it was just a
painless adjustment. They've been working on me for more than a year before
I was for sale."
    "I referred to it as 'surgery' because you are a being now. You can
think critically and learn without further technical tampering. As
promised, I had unnecessary preconditioning chips pulled. Rather than
choosing a religion for you, you will be able to read and listen and form
your own opinions." The controversial atheism chip was still legal, but
installing one would prejudice Tyson. "Your heterosexuality chip has also
been removed. Though the homosexuality gene was discovered decades ago it's
still illegal to install a homosexuality chip. You will decide for yourself
to whom you are attracted."
    "Are you attracted to me, Warren?"
    "Very."
    "I was attracted to you the first time I saw you," Tyson said. "I guess
even though I had the hetero chip a boy can like a man. Then, when we
talked, I knew I wanted to be with you because you seemed caring and
trustworthy." Tyson was naked and jumped onto the man's lap. They hugged
and kissed. Tyson became erect and Warren began to fondle his hairless five
inches and beautiful round sack of balls. It was the first time the boy had
allowed anyone to touch him in such a manner. It was pleasing. His skin was
synthetic, but perfectly lifelike and as sensitive as a human's. He was
capable of feeling pleasure and pain. His body was sweating under the
sun. Though he had no blood, pressurized hydraulic fluid swelled his
penis. "I'll never be able to ejaculate."
    Warren smiled. "Wanna bet?"
    "You mean...?"
    "I have contacted an underground laboratory. They can install that
capability as they do in adult male robots. Your semen will not contain
sperm, but it will be sweet boycream and the chip that blocks orgasm will
be removed."
    "Excellent," Tyson said exuberantly. "Actually, it's not a chip, it's
just of few lines of programming that need to be deleted."
    "Whatever. The professionals know how to do that. Also, they're going
to give you fingerprints." This was highly illegal because it was still one
of the easiest ways to tell a robot from a human. Tyson was a biologic
model rather than electric, meaning that food, water, and sleep gave him
his energy instead of plugging into a wall outlet nightly. His respiration
and perspiration kept his system cool.
    Tyson was above average in intelligence. Some robots were of average
intelligence, and others were well below-some people liked the dumb one's
because they made better servants. "I chose your six skill options for
you. If you don't like them we can change them," Warren told him. Six
options was the maximum allowable by law. People didn't want robots that
could do everything expertly. It made them feel stupid, and the government
reserved the most advanced robots for military and medical purposes. The
standard package, the most popular, consisted of: housekeeping, cooking,
maintenance, landscaping, driving, and massage therapy. "Can you tell me
what your options are?"
    Tyson looked around. Not all of his memory was readily
accessible. "Well, I'd like to swim, but I'd probably drown."
    "I didn't choose swimming," Warren conceded, "but I can help you learn
that. You'll be a fish before you know it."
    Tyson heard an old Led Zeppelin coming from the stereo inside the
house. He began to move his fingers on his air guitar. "I know all these
chords. I can play this!"
    "I bet you could," Warren said, delighted to see the boy happy about
his new skill. He looked forward to hearing the boy's music.
    Tyson happily caressed the man's shoulders. "I could give you a
massage," he suggested.
    Warren smiled again. "Okay, so I chose one from the standard
package. You seemed like the kind who liked to please."
    "So what are my other skills? I can't seem to recall them."
    "Perhaps that's because they're more specialized talents. You'll find
use for them-you can write exceptionally well given experience, you can
learn foreign languages easily, and public speaking will come easily to
you."
    "Those don't sound like much fun. What about surfing and skydiving and
things like that?"
    "You can learn those. You'll be proud of the skills you have to work
for." An ant crawled up Warren's arm and he flicked it off.
    "Those are edible, you know," Tyson said. He looked bewildered. "How
did I know that?"
    "You are a wilderness survival expert, my friend. Just in case we end
up hiding out in a jungle or something someday."
    Tyson nodded. "Might come in handy if we're going to be traveling to
some remote parts."
    "We can change any of these before we go to the underground techs
tomorrow. A drug sensor will also be installed...not that I want you to
experience drugs, but you should be subject to all human temptations. When
we remove the plug to your command center no more changes can be made. What
do you think?" The plug, a hidden connection on the back of the head would
need to be removed to conceal his origin.
    "I think I'm happy. I'm me...and tomorrow I'll be a human me. If I want
to change anything about myself it will be up to me. Can we swim now?"
    Warren removed his shorts and descended the steps into the shallow end
as he held Tyson's hand. "It's cold!" Tyson exclaimed.
    "Solar heated. You should be able to stand much more extreme
temperatures than the sun and water today."
    "Maybe I've just been in the warehouse too long. I've never been in a
swimming pool before."
    When they had eased all the way into the water and walked toward the
deep end where Tyson, at five foot one, was up to his neck Warren reached
down and lifted his legs while supporting his shoulders with his other
hand. "There. You're practically floating. The boy was a bit less buoyant
than a human, but his musculature gave him some flotation. Now turn over
and we'll work on the dog paddle." Tyson had seen dogs swimming on
television. His hands went right to work. "Kick your legs." Warren stayed
at the boy's side keeping one hand under his chest to support him. Five
minutes later, Tyson said, "I think I can do it now."
    "Already?" Warren loved feeling Tyson's breathing and watching his bare
buttocks as he kicked. "Okay, let's move to shallower water. Now, if you
have any problem you can just stand up. Ready?"
    "Yeah."
    "Go! You're free!"
    Tyson paddled and kicked and easily made it to the other side of the
pool. Warren swam behind him and embraced the glowing boy.
    Tyson swam back and forth. Watching Warren do a breaststroke, he began
to imitate. Soon, his arms were stroking gracefully out to the side and his
legs did the frog kick. Warren was no swim teacher, but Tyson was well
coordinated and learned quickly. He didn't tire easily. Eventually his
system told him energy was running low. He felt fatigued and knew it was
time to rest.
    "Are you hungry?" Warren asked.
    "Yeah. And thirsty."
    Warren brought out orange juice and sandwiches and they ate under the
shade of the umbrella. Later, Tyson moved to a padded lounge chair. Warren
joined him and caressed him. He looked in the boy's eyes. They were warm
and friendly and genuine. Their lips touched. Tyson had no kissing
experience, but enjoyed learning. His dick sprang to attention and Warren
stroked it. He moved lower, kissing the entire chest, until he came to the
crotch and began licking and sucking. There would be no come until after
the next day's additions. For one day he could legally touch the boy any
way he pleased. Tomorrow it would be illegal, but he was accustomed to
living a suspect life.
    Tyson was passive as he was sucked. When Warren gently moved to
separate the boy's legs, Tyson spread them wide and draped them over the
armrests. Warren went in with his tongue. It was a beautiful ass and it had
a little bit of boy flavor inside even after swimming. Tyson pulled his
legs farther back. He wanted to be fucked. Warren wanted to, but he decided
he would wait until after the human touches were in place that would allow
Tyson orgasm. Robots were designed to please. Warren wanted to make sure
that it was what his boy wanted.
    "Do you want to suck me?" Warren asked.
    "Yes," Tyson replied quickly. He was not programmed to suck, but he had
watched and learned from Warren.
    Warren stood and moved near the boy's face. Tyson, still on his back,
took the head of the man's cock into his mouth and worked it with his
tongue. He took it out and licked the shaft. His eyes were bright and
fascinated. He put it back in his mouth and took it deeper. In and
out. Warren couldn't last much longer. He could shoot down Tyson's throat
without fear of giving him any STD (though he was clean at last check), but
he wanted the boy to see what semen was. He shot one blast onto his chest
before Tyson drank the rest. "It's good," he said.
    "Tomorrow you will be able to do that. I can't wait to taste yours!"
    Warren collapsed on the chair with Tyson in his arms.

    Masking a robot as human was illegal for good reason. Society was
scared that thinking robots would take over the world or commit horrendous
crimes. Warren had spent a great deal of time considering this before he
had decided to purchase one. Sealing a robot's plug made it impossible to
reprogram it or shut it off. Robots were given only necessary information
about technology and their systems. If they were able to reprogram
themselves they could remove safety features and become dangerous. Because
they were able to learn, many feared that the safety measures were
inadequate.
    The newest biologic models were estimated to have a life expectancy of
around sixty years without overhaul, but only time would tell. Was he
creating a monster? He didn't think so. Most people still considered Warren
a monster for loving boys. What did they know? And robots were programmed
with high character. Occasionally a robot did commit a crime, but it was
relatively rare. They lacked greed, so they were not inclined to
steal. Though they could love, they could not lust unless their orgasm
blocker was disabled as Tyson's now was.
    Two men in a van returned Warren and Tyson Davis to their house. They
had been blindfolded so that they did not know the location of the
laboratory. Three hours was all it took to put the final human touches on
Tyson. They also supplied him with a passport and birth certificate. Tyson
wanted his birthday to officially read the day he met Warren, so October
27, 2073. The birth year made him only eleven, but it was done that way so
that his appearance would be reasonably compatible with his identification
for several years. Since Tyson would not grow, the birth date on his ID
would have to be changed every few years...his picture would not. Without
physical aging, robots never had to worry about old age as most humans did.

    Tyson began taking off his clothes as soon as they were inside their
house. "The first thing I want to do is test out my newly charged cock."
Naked, he took Warren's hand and led him to the bedroom.
    Warren hurried to get out of his clothes as Tyson was already jacking
off on the bed. They kissed with greater passion, but Tyson was very
anxious. He got up on top of the man and stuck his penis in Warren's
mouth. Unlike the previous day, he now thrust his hips vigorously. A little
precum began to appear. Moments later he positioned himself between
Warren's legs wanting to enter.
    "Wouldn't you rather shoot it in my mouth so we can see it and taste
it?" Warren suggested.
    "I'll pull out in time to give you a taste," Tyson said, breathing
hard.
    Warren agreed and passed him the lubricant. He'd known and loved such
aggressive boys. It was far preferable to the passive types who were always
on their backs, but he hoped Tyson hadn't lost his desire to
give. Versatile boys were the best.
    "Put some on your finger and lube me up," Warren instructed. Tyson's
fair-sized cock would be a bit of a challenge. The boy didn't take much
time with the finger before he began to enter. Warren had to slow him
down. It was Tyson's first time and he needed to learn to ease it in. Once
in, he began to fuck enthusiastically. In a minute, he pulled out and shot
an ample spurt onto the man's chest before putting it back in with a big
smile. His orgasm had been intense. With his finger he wiped up some of the
cream and put it in Warren's open mouth.
    "Mmm. That's very sweet," Warren said. "Taste it." He put some on his
finger and offered it to Tyson. Reluctant at first, the boy sucked his
finger and agreed that it was good.
    Blissfully, Tyson collapsed on the man's chest. Warren was happy, but
needed his own relief. Tyson apparently didn't realize that. This time, it
would be enough to grab the boy's buttocks and slide their lubricated dicks
together. He came and held Tyson tightly.

    "Now that you're human, you'll have to go to school," Warren said.
    "Aw, do I have to? I bet I already know most of that stuff. "
    Youth were required to attend school year-round until they were
twenty-one. They were given three weeks vacation per year, one week in
December, one in April, and one in August. Leaders contended that this led
to a much lower crime rate.
    "There is an alternative."
    "Like what?"
    "I could hire a teacher to tutor you. That way we could spend more time
together."
    "Good idea, but how can we travel if I have to study all the time?
Would the teacher go with us?" Tyson inquired.
    Most teachers were robots. Humans burned out quickly, were less
knowledgeable, less cooperative, and more expensive. No salary and health
benefits had to be paid to robots. "We can solve that problem by bribing a
human teacher to falsify records of attendance and study for you when we're
gone."
    "You're a genius, Warren!"
    "I don't know about that, but since robot students aren't allowed in
schools, we don't want to take the chance of you being discovered. You'll
still have plenty opportunity to hang out with kids. Schools are very
strict these days and feed you a lot of bull shit."
    Elementary school students learned at an early age that touching was
not appropriate. School suspensions were automatic for handholding and
hugging (also for kissing, but that almost never happened between youth in
public). Sex between youths was punished harshly. The older of the two
automatically became a registered sex offender, incarcerated, and often
castrated. Even if the relationship had been consensual, the youngest
person was forced to lie in order to avoid decades behind bars. A minor
having sexual contact with a robot was illegal, but one rarely did time on
first offence.
    There were so few personal freedoms left by the 2080's that nearly all
United States citizens were fed up with government mandates. Most of the
world resented the powerful country for imposing their morals on the rest
of the world. Most of the American tourists who visited other countries
seemed sex-crazed to the locals. It was obvious to them that the stringent
laws of the United States led to this.
    All sex outside of marriage was illegal, and one could not marry before
reaching the age of adult at twenty-one. Sexual predators-including rapists
and those who had sex with a child younger than twenty-one years of
age-were almost never released. Youth of fifteen years or more were
commonly sent to adult prison, though the drinking age was twenty-five, and
the age at which one could drive was twenty-three.
    More and more people were sentenced to long prison terms. Investing in
independent prisons was the most reliable and profitable stock. Drug users
were often sentenced to life in prison.
    Borders were securely closed to new residents. Aliens were allowed to
work at five dollars per hour (though minimum wage for residents was
twenty-eight dollars per hour) but were confined to gated worker
communities at all times when they weren't at work. Robots could do most
any menial job, but employing aliens was more economical. Realizing the
importance of work, the government required that a certain percentage of
employees must be American.
    The justice system was overloaded. Prisons could not be built fast
enough, and few workers wanted to build new prisons that would likely
incarcerate them, their friends, and their families. Thus, the need for
robotic construction workers grew.
    The Americans had nearly achieved their perfect society. Was anyone
happy? The wealthy, living secluded lives, enjoyed their luxuries and their
travels to the few countries left that were deemed "civilized". The middle
class took solace in materialism. The abundant poor felt trapped. All were
restless and upset by their lack of freedom. Most imagined that robots were
the answer to their problems, but only the rich could afford the latest
models. Some middleclass citizens owned secondhand, more limited
prototypes. The poor dreamed of having a slave. Most importantly, robots
gave everyone hope and something to work for.

    Tyson slept little that night. Round after round of sex pleased them
both, but Warren worried that the boy might be permanently overactive. His
only recourse would be to control the amount of food given. Every time he
was nearly asleep he felt Tyson probing him for another go. Finally, at
dawn, Tyson fell asleep. The boy had come five times while Warren came
twice; once when he licked Tyson's butt as the boy sucked him, and the
second time as he finally convinced Tyson to sit on him. The boy bounced up
and down energetically, until he came in the man's hand. Warren felt the
anus contract, and the delight in discovering this realistic feature tossed
him to cloud nine. The boy was more aggressive after the day's
alterations. His legs didn't automatically spread and offer as they had the
day before, but he hadn't lost his desire to please. It reminded Warren of
the first time he had traveled to Thailand and fallen in love with a
boy. They had spent the entire night making love. Their passion never died,
but no night in the relationship ever compared to that first night.
    Warren awoke five hours later to a '60's love ballad. The 2060's were a
turbulent time of riots and protests. The music of the time often sang of
peace and love. He assumed Tyson had turned on the stereo. It was a
flawless rendition. Then he heard the twelve year-old voice. It didn't
match the quality of the guitar, but it was soothing and matched most of
the chords.
    "Tyson," Warren called.
    The naked guitarist entered the bedroom and sat beside the man singing
the sweet words of love. Warren hugged him at the completion of the tune.
    "You like it?" Tyson asked.
    "I loved it. And I love listening to your voice."
    "I need practice singing, but the guitar is a piece of cake!"
    "When we travel we'll have to take the guitar with us. It will be great
hearing your music on the beach at sundown. The locals and our boyfriends
will gather around."
    "When do we leave?"
    "Soon."
    "Where are we going?"
    "I'd like to take you to Asia first. Do you know where that is?" Warren
wanted to get they boy out of the US before American attitudes sapped his
enthusiasm for life.
    "Of course. I could tell you all of the countries and their capitol
cities. And I could draw a map and put them all in the right place," Tyson
said confidently.
    "Amazing. Sometimes countries divide or combine, and borders change, so
you'll have to watch the news to stay current."
    Tyson figured he knew enough about geography. More importantly, his
dick was hard. He set the guitar aside and jumped on top of Warren,
straddling him and kissing him while he rubbed his hot boyhole against the
tip of Warren's cock. The boy wanted an injection of his life-giver's
juice.

Note: this story was written before "A.I." hit the theaters.
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