It had been an incredible two weeks at the cabin. I had trekked out to this remote mountain location to get away from the noise and frustration of the city and the millions of human cattle that infested it. In short I had come here to be alone, by myself, in utter and blissful isolation, but instead I found myself with a bag full of bolts and biochips euphemistically referred to as a "Companion."
Despite this setback, things were going even better than I had imagined. During the day I was writing like a house on fire and at night the fire moved upstairs to the bedroom. My Companion, an amazing clone of the movie star James Marsden was turning into a prized discovery. By design, he was compelled to follow my every command.
Mornings with James were turning into my favorite time of the day. Occasionally he'd wake me up with a rise and shine blowjob, or I would take him into the shower and fuck him under the steamy spray of hot water. And just this morning had been our hottest session yet.
I'd asked him to get up a few minutes early and fix me a hearty breakfast, which he'd done with all the skill of the city's best chefs. I sat in my chair in the kitchen, having consumed all of the delicious omelet he'd prepared and watched as he cleaned up. As per my orders, he was only wearing a pair of boxer shorts that clung nicely to his firm ass and accentuated their tight, round shape. He returned to the table and picked up the last of the dishes. I studied him freely, noting the muscles in his arms and chest, and the cute nipples centered on his pecs. If I'd asked him to drop the dishes and his drawers and dance naked on the table he would have, but I had something more interesting in mind for James on this sunny spring morning.
He turned and walked to the sink, placing the dishes in the old stone basin. Rising from my chair, I walked over to him and stood directly behind him so that my already half-hard cock rubbed up against his ass. I placed my hands on his shoulders and ran them down the smooth white skin of his biceps. He turned his head and smiled at me, though he didn't realize my full intention. I smiled back and reached for the tub of butter that rested on the counter.
"It's time for some more fun, James," I said with a wicked grin on my face.
I backed up and ordered him to pull down his shorts. "Spread your legs," I ordered in a firm, commanding tone.
He did exactly as I asked. His body was silhouetted by the morning sun as it streamed in through the kitchen window, creating a dramatic image of shadows and highlights. I knelt down and quietly studied the shape of his ass and followed the contours of the muscles that ran down the back of his legs. I smiled as I gazed on his hairy calves and remembered the numerous times I'd placed them on my shoulders so that I could have better access to him.
"Do you know what we're going to do now, James?"
"Are you going to fuck me, sir?"
"Do you want me to fuck you, James?" I ran my hand along the curve of his ass and gently slapped his right cheek.
"Please, sir," he begged.
"Please sir what?"
"Please, sir, fuck me." He braced himself against the counter and pushed his ass out, towards my face. As his legs spread more widely, I could just glimpse the ring of flesh that surrounded his eager hole.
Taking a small dollop of the butter from the dish, I worked my fingers in a swirl pattern that traced the ridges of his sphincter. Slowly, I worked first one and then two fingers into him. He moaned quietly at my handiwork.
"Who is your master?" I asked, as my fingers continued to probe his insides.
"You are sir."
"And who controls you?"
"You do sir."
"Will you do anything for me, James?"
"I am your servant, Master, I, I…" Three of my fingers were in him now and he was spread wide. "I am yours to command," he managed to get out, through gritted teeth. Pulling out all but one finger, I paused and let him tighten around it, then slowly worked it in and out of him. Lulling him into a false sense of security, I kissed each cheek before slapping them roughly. When the redness faded, I smacked them again with even more force.
As I stood up I knew that he was mine for the taking. I could fuck him at any time, in any place and in any way and he would do all that I asked. Standing behind him, I placed the tip of my cock at his entrance and paused. Despite knowing all this, I still had to hear it, had to hear him say the words.
"James, do you like fucking women?" I asked in a deep, commanding voice.
"What?" there was confusion in his voice. Standing there, bent over the kitchen sink with his underwear around his ankles and my prick about to go up his ass, hewasn't expecting this type of question.
I repeated, "do you like fucking women?"
"Yes," he said, still confused.
"And do you like watching your cock go in and out of them?" I thrust forward so that just the tip of my cock entered him.
"Oh god, yes, sir, yes!" he declared through gritted teeth.
I thrust again so that my cock was buried to the hilt inside his hot hole. "And do you like it when I fuck you, James?" I pulled out and pushed back in, in one rapid stroke.
"Oh god, yes, sir, please!" I could see the muscles in his arms flexing, as he grabbed more tightly onto the counter to brace himself.
"Is this what you want?" I asked, as I slammed in and out of his hole three more times.
"Fuck me, please fuck me," he pleaded, his whole body shaking.
I pulled out, so that only the head was still inside him and I stopped. It took him several seconds, but then slowly he started to push back, impaling himself on my rigid pole.
"Yes, that's it, James, fuck yourself, fuck yourself with my cock."
My transformation of James was now complete. He was my total sex slave. He eagerly took all of me in as deeply as he could, then quickly pulled back off, moving faster with each stroke. I just stood there, watching my cock being swallowed by his asshole over and over again and doing my best not to come. When my moans grew louder than his, he pulled off of me and turned around. Kneeling down, he wrapped his ample lips around my red, swollen cock. It only took a few tickles from his tongue for me to dump my creamy load down his throat. Leaning back against the cabinet, James stroked his cock rapidly until his own load arced into the air and splashed across his chest and stomach.
"Shower?" I asked, catching my breath.
"Sounds good to me," he said with a devilish smile.
After cleaning up, I returned to my work finishing the final edits on my book. In fact, I'd started scribbling out ideas for a whole new novel. In the new book, my private detective was going to find himself dragged into the strange and disturbing world of sex companions. I wanted to explore issues of power and sex and control, and what was real and what wasn't. But what I really needed to put a good story together was more research!
It was only a matter of a few instant messages and a visit to the Companion Services online store to take matters into hand There was a brief battle of wills with a virtual reality customer service representative that insisted on asking a few too many stupid questions, but in the end I was assured that my special order would arrive by suppertime the next day. Though I had to pay extra for delivery to such a remote location, I knew that the cost would be worth it.