Grennan Home

“Drive to your parents' house, slut,” Amy commands, and I nod, obediently. “I want to modify your programming a little. I'm going to add a volume control on you, so that people using you who know how to control you can adjust the volume.”

My cheeks warm as I drive as commanded, listening to the sounds of the traffic and the world outside. Juno is curious for what Amy plans to do, though, and asks, “So, how will that work? We just say volume setting and then, like, the number?”

“Basically, yeah, that's the idea,” Amy answers, as I continue to drive, “It'll be mostly a sort of vibration control on a cock. It'll also keep him from yelling or prevent him from being quiet depending on the situation and what we need him to do.”

“I won't be able to adjust my own volume?” I ask, and Amy shakes her head and hums in the negative, which gives me odd feelings, but I won't complain. “Hmm. Well, all right. You're the boss. I don't currently have all the same rights as usual.”

“Don't worry, slut,” Amy reassures me, “You'll have volume control when you're alone, or when no approved user is near. I'll hard-code that into your programming, I promise. Enzo, Juno, don't let me forget when we get back to include that.”

“You got it!” Juno answers cheerfully.

“No problem!” Enzo adds, his tone just as sunny as Juno's, “Our orders supersede, though, yeah?”

“Of course. Our authority is absolute, when we're around. He'll need to ask us to change his volume,” Amy reassures him, with a soft, relaxed sigh, “I'll simply include self-control for him when he's alone, so he's not stuck at a specific volume.”

“I don't want him to be at risk when none of us are around, and at university, we certainly cannot be with him at every moment,” Amy says, “Imagine if he fell and hurt himself, while his volume was set at 1 or 2, or worse yet, he's muted?”

“Oof, yeah, no,” Juno replies quickly, “Definitely include a hard-code or whatever it is that needs to be included to make sure he can shout if he has any reason to do so, unless one of us is near.” I like the way this conversation is going, at least.

“Oh, also, there should be unrestricted volume, even when we're around, if he's, like, being actively harmed,” Enzo adds, calmly, “Like if we're spanking him or paddling him, he should be programmed for the traffic light system, and be loud.”

“You know, if someone who has access hits him too hard, he should be able to immediately say red light out loud, normal volume,” Enzo specifies, “and can say STOP at whatever volume he feels he needs to use to communicate himself clearly.”

“Good catch,” Amy answered, as we neared one of the gates leading into Pacific Discovery Residences, and I drive our way inside. I feel fairly well, after a good lunch, and I'm rather confident that I understand what Amy is planning for me, next.

“You're awful quiet, faggot,” Amy says, “How do you feel?”

“Safe, loved, and content,” I answer immediately, “I just didn't want to interrupt the conversation. I mean, I'm allowed to speak up whenever I feel like it, right?”

“Of course!” Amy says, “You better not let me catch you holding your tongue, or I'll ... mm. Well, I can't threaten to spank you, can I? Fucking slut. Okay, I'll withhold spankings if I catch you holding your tongue!” My lips twitch, involuntarily.

“See?” I reply casually, turning and slowing down to coast gently through the gate, waving to the guy standing there and monitoring traffic. “Since you're taking such good care of me, I didn't feel as if there was anything that I had to protest.”

“Such an obedient little sweet-whore,” Juno snickers behind me. I can feel my cheeks warm, but her words make me smile.

“Love you, too, Juno,” I answer, maintaining a low speed through the community's calmer roads, slowing to a halt when a pedestrian waves. I wait while our community member crosses the street, until they're safely on the sidewalk, then drive.

“I don't know, I just,” I roll my shoulders, “I feel like you guys deserve my submission and obedience. You're taking great care of me during this experimental week. I mean, I can't even think of anything I would ask for you're not already doing.”

“Okay. Fair,” Amy nods as I turn down the street of the only home I've ever known, “Like, we have all been doing our very level best to make this the best week we can, for you. I want you to see the kind of life you could expect me to give you.”

“You are cherishable, slut,” Juno murmurs in my ear, leaning forward behind me to do so, as I turn into our driveway and park behind Mom's car, and she strokes the back of my neck. “I consider it a blessing that we have such a brother as you.”

Once we're out of the car, I strip down immediately, handing my clothes to Juno. As I strip, Juno folds my clothes and then hands them to Enzo, until I'm fully nude. I stretch until my spine pops, taking a deep breath. “You know, this ... isn't bad.”

“What isn't?” Amy asks.

“This whole ... mandated nudism rule,” I reply, “It is kind of liberating, in a way. Kind of love that Dad had the idea for it.”