Touchy Feely

Eventually Billy would have to lock down Doctor Smith’s behaviour in totality. He wanted to keep his toy forever, and there was no way he was going to risk someone clueing into what was going on by some quirk of behaviour. For now, though, he was absolutely loving making small changes, torturing his boss.

“Sweetheart,” Doctor Smith said, kneeling on the couch next to Billy, obviously hating that he had to use terms of endearment when referring to his captor, “you haven’t thought this thing through. People know I’m here, and they know what I look like. Someone is going to find you out.”

“Find me out for what?” Billy said, interlocking his hands behind his neck and leaning back on the couch, “I can make it seem like you went in vacation, or on a spiritual journey. Hell, I can make it seem like you want to be my sex **** if I want. The point is, it’ll seem like you are making your own decisions, not me.”

“But honey-cakes,” the doctor whined, “I’m not going to come easily. I’m always going to find a way to get away. I’ll never…”

“Alexa,” Billy interrupted, “whenever the doctor thinks about escaping me, have him touch me, increasing the sexual nature of the touch each time he does it, until he gets me off, then start again.”

“Adding sexual touch behaviour to thoughts of escape,” Alexa’s voice spoke through Doctor Smith’s mouth.

“What?!” Billy’s ears hurt briefly from the inventor’s shriek, “Are you crazy, babe?!”

Billy smiled. He wondered if his boss noticed that he had reached out and touched Billy’s elbow during his outburst.

“I told you I was feeling mighty horny,” Billy said through a lecherous grin, “but I’m not going to **** you. Just like I said, it’ll be your decision. If you don’t want to get me off, you just need to stop thinking I’d escape,” at that, Doctor Smith’s hand lightly stroked the outside of Billy’s ear, “just like if you don’t want to kiss me, you just need to make sure you don’t try to hurt me.”

For a few moments, Billy watched as the beautiful face of the blonde bombshell went through layers of concentration. He stared at Billy with daggers in his eyes, feeling so much hatred, but completely disempowered. It was amazing how quickly Billy was able to gain almost absolute control over Doctor Smith. Just two commands and Billy had won.

“Fine,” the bikini-clad body crossed his arms under his sizeable breasts, turned away from Billy and sat on the couch, staring at the coffee table, “I don’t have to hurt you, tiger, and I don’t have to escape. I can just sit here.”

And so they sat in silence. Billy had poured himself a beer before his captive had arrived, so he leaned forward and took a long draw of the cool beverage. He was horny, but he could be patient. Placing the glass on the coffee table, the young man purposefully put it directly on the dark stained wood, two inches to the left of the coaster he had been using before.

Doctor Smith’s eyes widened at the move, his lips tightened in frustration. His arms I crossed, and his right hand reached over and began to rub Billy’s thigh. It was working perfectly. Seeing how effective the last move was, Billy lifted his shoe-clod feet and placed them in front of him on the same coffee table that the beer was currently creating a ring of moisture on.

The manicured hand that has been rubbing Billy’s thigh had moved up his leg and had now found itself sliding under Billy’s shirt, exploring his stomach below the belly button, played with the trail of hair that lead like a map to Billy’s half-hardened hardware.

“That’s nice,” Billy said, closing his eyes, “maybe later, once I’ve got my rocks off, I’ll reward you by taking you out on the town. You know, to show you off a bit.”

Suddenly Billy found himself with a bikini-clad beauty straddling his lap, both hands exploring under his shirt, and giving him a sensual kiss. The kiss lasted longer than the others had. The doctor must have been feeling extremely violent.

The combination of the effects of being **** to kiss Billy and being **** to touch him added up quickly, creating a cascading effect. Soon Doctor Smith came up for air, but his hands pulled Billy’s head into his sizeable breasts, teasing the younger man’s hair, moving his chest to ensure that he got equal time in each breast. After a a few moments, the doctor pulled Billy’s head up by his hair and returned to kissing, this time an aggressive kiss with plenty of tongue. The kiss ended, and the doctor’s eyes went wide as he began to move his lower half, grinding and humping onto Billy’s now fully erect penis.

He couldn’t take being passive anymore, so Billy reached up and grabbed Doctor Smith’s bikini top, ripping it from his body, began to squeeze his boss’ breasts. Again a kiss, this time with the doctor’s hands unbuckling Billy’s belt and undoing his pants at the same time. The kiss ended, and Doctor Smith pushed Billy onto the couch so that he was laying down, then stood up and pulled Billy’s pants down and began licking his inner thighs.

“Holy shit,” Billy said, not realizing how quickly things could escalate. The doctor must really want to escape! He couldn’t stop thinking of it!

“Listen Doctor Smith,” Billy said as the doctor nuzzled his erection through his underwear, “I just want to check in. I don’t want to be mean or anything. You can stop if you want to. All you need to do is quit thinking of leaving me.”

“I hate you so much, stud muffin,” Doctor Smith said, acid coming through strongly despite the cute voice.

The hatred didn’t translate into any self control, however. Billy watched as the manicured hands slowly pulled his underwear down, painted nails softly scratching his legs as he did. He made eye contact with his employer, which seemed to infuriate the older man further. Immediately a the beautiful face leaned into Billy’s erection and licked it from bottom to top, then kissing the swollen tip. Again Billy saw hatred in his prisoner’s eyes, but also something else. Panic?

Suddenly Doctor Smith leaned down and sensually began kissing Billy’s cock head. The feeling was amazing. Through the aroused haze that Billy was in, he realized that he hadn’t specified that Doctor Smith had to kiss him on the mouth, an oversight that he was currently ecstatic over. The kiss stopped, then half a second further the blonde head plunged itself onto Billy’s penis, sucking, bobbing up and down.

The skin suit had no gag reflex, something that Billy had managed to hide in the code. It was quite easy, actually. The people at the lab had been so trusting. Nobody even tonight to look for sexual subroutines that might be embedded in the program. Nobody thought to check whether Doctor Smith’s new body would deep throat like a porn star.

So aroused was he that Billy didn’t last long. After only a minute of the doctor’s expert blowing skills, Billy himself blew. That’s when another subroutine kicked in. An explosion of sperm filled Doctor Smith’s mouth, but Billy knew that what was filling Doctor Smith’s mind was an explosion of flavour. When the inventor had exited The Printer, he had kept so many ways that he had processed the world. Taste was one, his favourite foods remaining exactly the same, with one exception. Now, in his new body, Doctor Smith’s favourite flavour, by far, was cum.

And now that he’d tasted it, Billy knew, he would crave it as long as he remained the beautiful blonde woman who was savouring a mouthful of fresh spunk with an utterly confused look on his face.

Billy reached down and stroked the topless doctor on the cheek. “Thank-you,” he said, with genuine gratitude in his heart. The doctor said nothing, but reached up and softly touched Billy’s elbow.