Ryan lay there in bed awaiting orders. He was all stretched out, but
then rubber and silicone were made to stretch. Apparently, the servos
in his new body responded to his user's thoughts. Coach liked his
boys chunky, and somehow Ryan's body altered itself to meet the
coach's fantasy. Ryan wanted desperately to speak, to move, to get
out of bed, to get away, but he had to lay there awaiting orders. What
had happened?
The coach picked up his cell phone and called Vinnie Cost.
"Hey, Vin, great reunion weekend. Thanks for letting me test out your
new sexbot. I must say he does look exactly like Ryan Standish used
to - I wonder whatever happened to that kid. He just disappeared off
the face of the earth," the coach said with a sigh.
Ryan lay there mentally screaming: I was a fucking jockstrap in your
storage room, and now I'm lying next to you.
"Anyway it's a great AI, so responsive. Say how did you make it so
that it transforms from a tiny lightweight jockstrap into a full-sized
200 lb robot?"
"That's a trade secret, Coach," Vinnie said over the speaker, "But the
final product won't have that feature. It'll have Ryan's physique and
programming, and you're helping with that programming. Lots of people
from our high school will help. You've got him for two weeks, then old
Mrs. Thompson the retired English teacher will have him for a week,
then Stacy, Horst, Carter, and - it's a long list. Well, after about
a year's use and training, we'll disassemble the prototype Ryanbot and
make copies. Then we'll mass produce and sell those copies. I expect
there will be 50-200 thousand units the first year depending on the
economy and final cost."
"Wow! Any chance I could get one, maybe the prototype when you're
done?" Coach asked running his hand over Ryan's synthetic naked body.
No. No. No. Ryan's mind reeled.
"We'll see, coach. Anyway have fun with your gaybot for the next
couple weeks. Then I'll send a crate for him."
No. No. No.
Yes, Ryan, it's all real. I can't believe coach still had you after
all these years. I've gained a lot of control over my powers in the
last 30 years. That's how I sensed you, and changed you. I'm CEO of a
robotics company now. We make some of the most life like androids,
but until I came across you, well I wasn't sure how we could get
lifelike programming. After you've been programmed for a year or so,
we'll copy your programming, edit it, and upload you into hive
computer brain for our Ryan series of robots. You're not
understanding any of this are you? Technology progressed while you
were in storage, and you never were that technically savvy, Ryan, so
suffice it to say I own you. In fact, soon lots of people will own
you, and you will be totally aware, but you're programmed now.
Hardwired not to tell who you really are or were or what happened. Ask
yourself who you are. You'll be surprised by the response."
Who am I? Ryan thought.
There was a high speed whirring in his mind. THIS UNIT IS RYANSTANDISH
PROTYPE SEX ANDROID EXPERIMENTAL MODEL X201010 ALPHA S R 1.
No, I'm Ryan Standish.
Duh, came Vinnie's voice, you're S for Standish R for Ryan One, the
original. Ha ha, but only you and I know that. Everyone else can see
you're made of wire and rubber and chips.
Horst and Carter know - don't they?
Oh, let's wait until they've had their fun with you botboy. I don't
think you'll be rescued by either of them.
Ryan's communication is interrupted by a whack from the coach.
"Okay, Roboryan, get your mouth over my cock and show me some of that
high powered suction Vinnie was telling me about," the coach ordered.
Ryan had to obey.
Vinnie laughed. Oh, in case you're wondering, I've got an app for my
phone that monitors your entire memory file. I'll be checking in
periodically. Enjoy yourself, Ryan, your new programming relies on
that now you sense sexual pleasure only when you satisfy your
operator's desire. That can be giving coach a bj, or eating Stacy's
pussy or mowing the lawn for Mrs. Thompson or walking Horst's dog or
whatever. You live to serve now. After 30 years locked in a cupboard,
I bet you really like being used, don't you? No, need to try to
answer with your mouth full. Vinnie laughed again.
Vinnie leaned back in his real leather chair and put his feet on his
glass desk. He fingered the gold charm around his neck. He planned to
keep the protype for himself. Ryan was a damn good football player,
and he'd make an excellent training bot and tackle dummy for Vinnie's
own boys. His boys were as intelligent as Vinnie was, but they were
more athletic. Part of it was due to the new dietary laws, rigorous
required exercise in the schools, but most of it was probably due to
the genes from Vinnie's wife. She had been a star athlete in her
younger days. Vinnie grinned. Then he went back to the screen that
was his desktop (the entire desktop) and started reviewing his emails
for the day. Ryan was tucked away in a corner of his mind.
Initially, when Ryan had been transformed, Vinnie had been terrified.
He had tried to change him back, but he couldn't find him. Even if he
had found him, Vinnie wasn't sure if he could change him back. He
spent weeks, months, years learning how to control his powers. He
grieved for Ryan, and then he was happy. The world was better off
without that bully making his life hell. He justified his
transformation of Ryan. His mind magnified all the slights, insults
and bruises that Ryan had given him over the years. Ryan deserved
that. Then to be given a chance to deal with Ryan again to use his
old enemy to make a profit and to torture Ryan in the process. Well,
Vinnie was in heaven.