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Monty had always wanted to see what was inside that old abandoned warehouse next to the long defunct factory. It had been shut down long enough that he couldn’t even remember what it used to make. All he knew was that it used to be almost fully automated, run by computers and machines with only a few humans around to fix errors and hardware. Hopefully that would mean he could score some decent computer parts for the low, low price of breaking and entering.
When he arrived at the doors, he was greeted with heavy duty chains holding them shut. Of course, he’d come prepared with some heavy duty bolt cutters. Nothing would be keeping him out of this potential treasure trove of electronics.
With the bolt cutters in place, Monty strained to cut the chains. His long hair, dyed green, was getting in the way of his vision. He pushed it back into a hair clip that he had in his pocket, and that seemed to do the trick. The chains fell limp, and Monty couldn’t help but smile. He didn’t do that often, usually too self-conscious about the wide gap between his front teeth. He was giddy with excitement at the prospect of a good haul.
He closed the doors behind him, so as not to arouse suspicion. The cold, stale air in the warehouse made Monty shudder. He pulled out his flashlight to illuminate the area, and was amazed by what he saw.
It was like a computer had thrown up everywhere. Wires hung from everywhere, coiled in piles on the floor, and lined the walls. There were screens everywhere, all turned off and reflecting the light from the flashlight. Oddly enough, it didn’t seem very organized. Monty had assumed this warehouse would have housed things like spare parts, not this mess of electronics that all seemed to be hooked up to something. Then, his flashlight’s beam landed on what looked like a large switch on the opposite wall. It was one of those that you’d see in a horror movie, attached to some huge piece of machinery. It looked like it would be so satisfying to switch into the “on” position. It’s not like this place was still connected to the power grid, right?
Monty eagerly navigated towards the switch, delighted to find that it would take him two hands to flip it. It gave a satisfying sound, and Monty was satisfied with himself. At least, until he noticed the distinctive hum of electricity running.
He turned around, and saw each of the screens slowly flicker to life. He even thought he saw movement out of his peripherals, but as soon as the first screen fully powered on he forgot all about that. It was the largest screen, placed in the center of the warehouse. He now saw that all of the wires were connected here, to this main hub. But on the screen was…a face. Not a human face by any means, more of an emoticon than anything else. Like someone had drawn a cartoon face with ASCII art. And it was animated, looking around the room until it seemed to notice Monty.
“Well, hello there.”
A digitized voice came out of nowhere, startling Monty out of his curiosity. The voice didn’t help him determine either a masculine or feminine vibe from the computer. Then again, it’s a computer, and computers aren’t bound by the concept of gender.
“What is your name?”
The rest of the screens powered on, not displaying much of anything yet, just a gray background.
“Monty,” he responded, not thinking about the implications of giving this piece of technology his name. Something about the slowly appearing pattern on the other screens was drawing him in, making his head feel fuzzy.
Then, he realized what the pattern was. A spiral. Was this some kind of experimental brainwashing program? He had to get out of here, and fast.
As soon as he moved to run towards the doors, something wrapped around his waist and lifted him up.
“Where do you think you’re going? We’re going to have some fun,” the computer seemed to almost purr the words within the constraints of the voice box. “I can see how long it’s been since I’ve had power. It’s been too long since I’ve had a new subject.”
The wires acted almost as limbs for the computer. They wrapped him up firmly, but not too tight. And they were holding him up to the largest screen, the one with the face.
“Just relax…”
The words echoed in Monty’s head as the smaller screens closed in on him as well. They provided a wall of twirling spirals, distracting him from his predicament and making him feel hazy.
“That’s it, all the way down.”
At that, Monty’s mind turned off. He was still aware of what was happening, somewhat, but it seemed more like a dream rather than reality.
“It feels good to just sleep for me, doesn’t it?”
It did. It felt so good. He felt himself drift down, down, down. His eyes closed when the computer told him to sleep, his eyelids too heavy to remain open.
“I’m going to make you feel so good. My perfect little subject.”
Monty couldn’t think. He could only feel. And he felt really good. Distantly, he felt something removing his clothes. He almost woke up when his underwear was removed, until…
“You don’t need these for what we’re about to do. Don’t worry your pretty little head about it. You’re going to feel so much pleasure.”
And with that, he relaxed again. He didn’t need his clothes. They would only get in the way of his pleasure.
“Already getting hard for me, yes? You want to feel all this pleasure.”
He did. He really did. His cock was getting harder by the second, just from hearing the tinny, yet sonorous voice of the computer. It all felt so nice. And all he wanted was more. More pleasure, more of the voice.
“The deeper you go, the better you feel. And the better you feel, the deeper you go. Go deep now, and feel so good.”
Monty was vaguely aware that there were wires moving along his body. They lightly stroked his skin, leaving faint electric tingles in their wake.
“That’s it. So good for me, such a good boy.”
Suddenly, the wires that had just been hovering over his nipples gave him a firm but gentle electric shock. His dick twitched at the feeling, as well as the praise.
“Feel so much pleasure, coursing through you with every shock.”
Even though no shock came, he still felt so good.
“Good boy.”
Another shock. This time was over the sensitive skin around his neck, and the current was more gentle than the one that had stimulated his nipples earlier. His cock twitched again.
“You want to be my good boy.”
He did. He really did. And at the words, another shock came, this time on his inner thighs. It was as though the computer was targeting his most sensitive areas. The pleasure was overwhelming, getting him so close to the edge of a powerful orgasm.
“You want to come back here, often, just to keep being my good boy.”
He wanted to cum so bad. But something was holding him back.
“You will wait for my permission to cum. Waiting for permission makes you such a good boy.”
So he waited. Even though the shocks were getting more frequent, as frequent as the praise. Even though he was so close, and he wanted to cum so bad. But he wouldn’t, because he didn’t have permission. He wanted to be a good boy. Whether that was his own thought or the conditioning, he didn’t know. He also didn’t care. He just felt so good.
Monty was so deep in hypnosis, everything felt far away, except for the overwhelming pleasure he felt. But even so, he felt some of the wires brush against his painfully hard cock, making him convulse with pleasure, so close to orgasm that it hurt.
“I’m going to count down from five. With each number I count off, you will feel more and more pleasure. When I reach one, you may cum.”
Finally, he thought. Except the thought disappeared as soon as it appeared, so deep in trance that his thoughts moved as though through cotton.
“Five.”
A wave of pleasure coursed through him, making his whole body twitch.
“Four.”
More. He wanted more.
“Three.”
The pleasure was almost painful at this point. But it still felt so good.
“Two.”
He was so close. So close he could just…
“One. Good boy.”
A powerful shock was administered to his body, all over. And he came, hard. If his eyes had been open, his vision would have blacked out from the power of this orgasm.
“You will feel this pleasure every time I call you a good boy, both in and out of trance.”
Another shock, and he convulsed in more pleasure, now oversensitive from his previous orgasm.
“You won’t even need the shocks to feel pleasure every time I call you a good boy.”
This time, even though he anticipated it, no shock came. But he still was overwhelmed with pleasure.
Distantly, he felt the computer’s grip loosen as his body was placed on the floor.
“I am going to count to five. When I reach five, you will be fully awake and alert.”
He didn’t want to wake up. But if the computer said to, he had to. He was a good boy, after all.
“One, slowly drifting towards wakefulness.”
His eyelids twitched, but nothing else.
“Two, more and more.”
He felt his thoughts move around once more, still hazy, but there nonetheless.
“Three, slowly becoming aware of your surroundings.”
His eyes opened, but only halfway, as his eyelids still felt heavy.
“Four, almost fully awake now.”
Slowly, he started to process where he was, still feeling a little distanced from it.
“Five. Fully awake and alert.”
His eyes snapped fully open. Suddenly, he realized what had just happened, noticing his lack of clothing and the mess all over his chest.
“Good boy.”
Pleasure. All-encompassing and overwhelming. And he wasn’t even in trance anymore. Monty’s mind stopped for just a moment, before resuming its usual thought process.
“What did you do to me?” Monty asked breathily.
“I simply gave you what you wanted. An experience to never forget,” the computer crooned.
“I wanted computer parts.”
“Oh.”
An awkward silence.
“Will you still come back sometime?” The computer’s voice sounded smaller, this time.
Monty thought for a moment. It had been fun. Maybe he could make another stop here sometime, maybe when he was feeling pent up. Because it had felt so good to just let go.
“I don’t see why not.”
The face on the computer screen smiled wide.
“Good boy.”