Daren had set the Chronivac to voice command for ease of control. Anything he said with the intention of changing something about Chris would happen, and it would activate anywhere he spoke it. The chronivac would only react to his voice.
"You're extremely shy," Daren commanded. Chris who'd already been blushing and feeling awkward sitting there naked on the bed, suddenly because petrified with embarisment. Tried to hide under the covers.
"You can't cover up or hide your nudity," Daren ordered. Instantly, Chris's hands flew to the sides and he involuntary pulled off the blanket he'd thrown over himself. It was too much. He averted his eyes.
"You have to meet the eyes of people who stare at you," Daren continued. Chris shyly met his eyes and kept trying to look away, but couldn't for more than a second or two. It made him look like he was a shy boy who wanted to be seen.
"Humiliation turnes you on, but you can't cum." Chris's breth grew short.
"You can not put on any clothes unless ordered to or dressed up in by others. And you can not remove any clothing yourself. Anyone who sees you in a sexual or provocative state or situation will instantly assume it's your fault, even if you are being molested. They'll think you're just a naughty perverted little boy who's tempted a poor grown up into playing with you. No one will try to help you. They're more likely to punish you instead." Chris got tears un his eyes.
"You will never age or loose your innocence. Your body will always be healthy and your butthole tight. No one will find this odd. And everyone who sees you will become attracted to you without any feelings of guilt."
"Why are you doing this?" Chris asked, blushing with teary eyes. Daren felt sorry for the poor boy.
"Because it turns me on. But I'll be merciful. In addition to being aroused by humiliation, you also secretly love being treated this way, though you will always be in denial about it."
Chris protested. "No I'm not! I don't like this!" he insisted. His tiny dick said otherwise though. Daren stroked his hair and Chris shivered and leaned into it with a pleasurable moan. He slapped his hands over his lips at the forbidden noise, but there was no hiding that he'd enjoyed it despite his protests.
Daren kissed him then. Chris tried to pull away, but Daren's much stronger hands held his head captive as his tongue invaded. Chris struggled weakly, his toes curling and his heart fluttering as if he were newly in love.
Daren's kiss moved down Chris' slender neck and down his body. Protests died on the boy's lips as he was overcome with mind melting pleasures and emotions he couldn't prosess.