“Good morning 372, I see you had a fun night” The voice said into the darkness.
372 came to on the cushion, fingers still buried in his pussy. He nodded groggily.
The lights turned up slowly. “Today is going to be different from usual, please remain calm.”
The door opened!
In however long 372 had been here he had never seen the door open. He had kind of forgotten it was there. A tall blond woman walked in in a lab coat, something rolled in behind her that came up to her waist in height. It was white and smooth and robotic looking, she had something in her hand.
“Hello 372, please lay back on the bed, this will only take a moment.” She said.
372 obediently laid back down, staring at the woman in amazement as he had not seen another human for a while.
The cushion locked into place around his legs, holding them open as if in stirrups, pulling his hips up. The girl made a gesture with her hand and the ceiling apparatus sent out an arm that lubed up 372’s pussy and touched his dicklet – he knew that meant pleasure or pain for him unless he did as he was told and performed as a pleasure doll well.
She approached and motioned again, another probe came down from the apparatus and entered 372’s pussy, holding him open and becoming hollow so she could see inside him. 372’s face flushed a little with embarrassment. She held out what looked like a small white pill and put it inside 372, motioned and the apparatus pulled away as well, although 372 was kept locked in place. She touched his dicklet and he moaned, locking eyes with her.
“This is a tracking pill, I’m going to keep rubbing you until it’s dissolved completely and then this robot here” she gestured to the thing that had rolled in with her, “will be your personal pleasure bot, designated to learn your likes and desires and help keep you in top form as a pleasure doll.” She continued to stroke his dicklet with her thumb. He moaned under her fingers, letting her distract him as he could feel the pill dissolve inside him.
A bell sound came from the robot, “Good boy!” The robot intoned, it felt good to hear, but oddly impersonal to what 372 was used to.
“Excellent 372, now you may follow me” The lady said, 372’s legs were unlocked as she stepped away.
372 stood up and followed, feeling very naked as the lady led him out of the room through the door into a carpeted hallway. It was low-lit and the walls were a deep burgundy that looked plush and embroidered with golden patterns. Fine art hung from the wall and electric sconces kept the light level comfortable for the eyes.
The robot rolled behind 372 now.
“Your tests and programming have gone very well.” The lady said as if making small talk. 372 looked over at her, he wondered if he should be pleasing her, his hand went to his dicklet, stroking it softly as he remembered her fingers on him. She saw this motion, “You are not to touch me unless I say so.” She made a sharp eye contact that let him know she meant it.
They rounded a corner. Walking the other way was a beautiful, naked woman, her collar matched 372’s and a robot followed slowly behind her as well. She was walking down the hallway towards them as she idly played with her C-cup breasts.
“You are not to pleasure the other dolls you come into contact with unless you are given specific instruction.” The lady in the lab coat said, bringing 372’s attention back to her. 372’s fingers had found their way into his pussy he noticed.
They passed the other doll and finally ended up at a plain black door. “You will now go through this door. Your job is to please those who are watching you.” She said, unlocking the door with a key and pushing it open.
372 stepped inside, the robot rolling in behind him. The door shut and he heard the click of the lock. The room had a black wall, and he was in what he could only describe as a cage, but the octagonal walls were made of glass except the one he walked in from. Lights were pointing at him inside the cage and he could see faces of men and women seated on the other side.
“Subject 372, Transmasc, dicklet size 2 inches, Breast size A-cup, pain tolerance – high, pleasure potential – high, programming was successful, bidding begins at 40 million.” A new robotic voice intoned.
I’m being bid on? 372 thought, suddenly he felt something touch his dicklet, he looked down to see a probe that was coming out of his companion, it looked identical to the ones from the room.
A loud buzz, his heart leapt, “Wrong” the robot intoned, the popping sound of electricity, 372 almost jumped but something in him stayed where he was, knowing moving away from the pain might mean more to come. Once the shock was delivered he got down on his back, pussy facing the crowd, the probe stayed on his dicklet and started to thrum and rub, extruding lube onto him, dripping down his pussy.
I should hold myself open for them to see, 372 thought to himself, but as he had those thoughts he watched as some arms extended from the robot over him and clamped down on his pussy lips, spreading them.
A bell tone, “Good boy”, he felt so good as he heard that coming from his companion, and watched as two more probes came to his nipples, forming around them and creating small transparent cups that started to pump his nipples one at a time.
He heard vaguely the overhead voice say out some new price, but he wasn’t paying attention to that. He was thinking about how to get the robot to show his hollow and open pussy, his job right now was to please the people watching him and pleasure himself as a doll. As he thought it he felt something enter his lubed pussy and expand. 372 realized his thoughts made the robot react to what he wanted, as he was held open for all to see.
Can the robot hold me up in the air and bring me closer to the glass? He thought to himself. Rings clamped down on his thighs, ankles, and wrists again, his knees pushed up as he was lifted into the air by arms coming out of the companion. He was brought up to the glass and 372 could see some of the spectator’s eyes grow wide as they saw all the way into his pussy.
I should show them what I can do, 372 thought. The companion’s probe in his pussy became solid again and started to pump in and out of him, he began moaning, hearing the price in the background go higher and higher, another probe came up to his mouth and plunged in past his lips, he started to spin in the air as it fucked his mouth, not yet going for his throat as he tried to put on the best show.
Finally as he was upside down, face level with the first row of spectators, the companion sprayed numbing agent in his mouth and started to expand his throat. The eyes of the spectators grew wide as they watched his throat expand, his collar becoming tight. Was that someone stroking themselves in the back row as they held up a paddle? 372 came at the thought of someone getting off to this show, lube and juices started to travel down his belly and over his breasts as he remained hung upside down.
Time for the finale, 372 thought to himself. The companion slowly spun him back around, probes still fucking his throat and pussy, rubbing his hard dicklet, another probe started to enter his ass, fucking in rhythm with the one in his pussy. Another probe appeared, thin and long, 372 knew what it would do to him, but the spectator’s eyes were locked on it, some of them had come to the edge of their seat to get a closer look. The number overhead got higher, was that 100 million 372 heard?
The probe in his pussy slowly pulled out, the one in his ass becoming more needy as it fucked him harder, his legs bouncing slightly at the sensation. The long thin probe lined up and slowly started to push into his urethra, and he let out an animalistic moan around the probe making it’s way in his throat.
Here it comes, 372 thought, the probe in his bladder started to move in and out, making him feel the urge to pee and cum at the same time. I’m so so close, he thought to himself, the final of the show. He relaxed.
The sensation of his throat being fucked, his nipples were being manipulated, his dicklet was as hard as it could get as it was sucked on, his pussy lips ached from being spread and held open for so long, his ass was filled and being plowed, and his urethra brought him finally to the edge.
A bell, “Good boy”, the probe removed itself rapidly from his throat and mouth, he came, he screamed, piss rained all over the glass, flowing out hard around the probe holding his most delicate hole open.
Paddles went up in the air. The number climbed rapidly. The probes slowly removed themselves.
372 was laid down on the floor by his companion. He was tired, so tired from coming so hard. The last thing he remembered before he passed out was the sound of the voice overhead, “Sold for 250 million.”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/vo82zh/the_programming_of_372_ftmpiss