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"I want to be in control," it had said, not looking at him in that careful obvious way.
He had agreed instantly. He could deny it nothing. And now, as it stalked towards him, eyes fixed six inches above his head where he sat on its, largely unused, bed, he didn't regret it for a second.
He'd like to say that they'd talked it through — Mensah would want them to have at least discussed it. Been safe — But words weren't either of their forte.
We should have a time limit, it sent, hovering in front of him like it didn't know what to do.
Well, that made two of them.
Two hours, Gurathin agreed. You can do anything you want, but don't hurt me. Physically.
Understood, it replied. As if it was nothing.
He had asked that of partners before. The responses had been mixed. Upset. Anger. Guilt.
But he didn't mean it as an accusation. Just a clarification.
SecUnit understood that, or seemed to at least. It was one of the reasons he would allow it complete control. For just a couple of hours.
"Are you ready?" it asked.
It stood in front of him, that faint smile painted across its face. The one that edged into a smirk. The one that was hotter than it had any right to be.
Gurathin felt it press and settle into his augments, and its smirk was the last thing he saw before it set his visual input to nil.
It was different from being in darkness. It was nothingness. Just empty void. So complete that he felt almost off balance.
He passed over the system without thinking about it, and realised with a jolt that he couldn't turn them back on. SecUnit had locked him out.
He felt a shiver pass over his skin as he realised exactly what complete control meant.
He had given it willingly.
He flinched as its hand brushed against his face, almost ridiculously overheated next to his skin.
It smoothed its thumb up and down the underside of his jaw. Something about him felt raw, and a sliver of embarrassment curled in his gut, something that clawed at him, that said he didn't deserve that kind of tenderness.
That it would be different somehow if SecUnit was getting off by using him. But it wasn't… It… What was it doing?
Why was it bothering?
"Stop," it said. Suddenly loud, and its fingers dug in. A silent command to open his mouth.
He did.
A flicker of memory bubbled up and he expected hands in his hair, holding him taut, still, while it forced…
No.
It was still just stroking gently over his jaw.
It manoeuvred him slightly. Tipping his head back, holding his mouth open a little further.
A brush of something cool against his lips. Pressing his tongue down slightly. A gag. Not much. Not even much of a stretch. A reminder more than anything. Of what he'd given up.
The straps caught in the corner of his mouth, and as he felt SecUnit pull them tight around the back of his head, he realised that his cock was starting to harden.
SecUnit laughed, just a brief exhalation of breath. "Weirdo," it said, fondly.
He nodded. He couldn't help it. It had been said before.
SecUnit laughed again. "Ok, enough out of you now."
A click and everything went silent. He couldn't hear his own breathing. Couldn't hear the noise of surprise he felt vibrate in the back of his throat.
His stomach turned over. A quick adrenaline burst that made him feel sick. Acutely aware of every place his body met outside world. The mattress beneath him. The air on his skin.
He was suddenly struck by how extremely horribly vulnerable he was. That this was dangerous. If SecUnit left him here…
He wouldn't be able to tell if someone else came in.
He wouldn't know…
He automatically reached out into the feed. To the automatic locks on the door. To the environmental controls. To SecSystem and MedSystem and the newsfeed. Filling his head with inputs. With anything that might make up for the loss.
Warm hands against his face again. Thumbs rubbing soft swipes beneath his eyes.
Was he crying?
He felt another wave of embarrassment.
Stop, it sent. The room is secure.
I'm sorry, he sent. I'm sorry. I'm just- I need to-
You don't need to do anything. I'm here, SecUnit sent. Be quiet now.
And like being plunged into ice, his connection to the feed- to SecUnit- to his own feed messages - snapped.
He was floating. Entirely adrift.
Locked inside himself.
He couldn't say anything through the gag. He couldn't message anyone else for help.
He couldn't even message SecUnit…
But its hands were still on his face, holding him steady while he dragged in breaths he couldn't hear.
It just held him there.
When his heart rate had come back down again, it dropped its hands onto his shoulders, and then lower, fingers plucking at the fabric of his shirt.
He tried to pull up the hem and got a playful tap on the back of his hand.
OK, he wasn't supposed to be thinking or doing. He was just supposed to let himself be moved. Undressed and posed, like a doll.
Got it.
Efficient, gentle hands stripped his shirt away and bodily lifted him, one arm around his back, pulling him up, the other working his pants down over his thighs.
His flagging erection perked up again.
SecUnit freed him from his pants but otherwise ignored it entirely. It kept stripping him until he was bare, and its hands left him there.
He couldn’t stop imagining what he must look like.
Thin and pale. The very bottom of his ribs sharp and contrasting with the soft pad of fat that had settled on his gut when he was about forty, and had never left.
Naked, mute, blind, and deaf.
His cock stupidly bobbing in the air.
SecUnit closed its fingers around his wrists and tugged his hands away from where he'd automatically tried to cover himself.
Every touch was efficient and precise.
It shuffled him back up the bed, and then a palm against his sternum urged him to lie flat.
He tried to speak, and the press of silicone against his tongue was maddeningly hot. Warring with a hot swirl of humiliation. He must have made a noise. He felt the vibration in his throat. SecUnit must have heard him.
It ignored him.
Something tugged over his wrist, pulled flush and tight. A strap or a harness maybe? He couldn't tell. Whatever it was pressed solidly, but didn't bite or pinch, and as soon as SecUnit started to tug at it, he realised there was absolutely no give in it at all.
It pulled his wrist out to the side, enough that he felt the stretch in his shoulder. When it finished with his other arm he was already pinned flat against the bed, then its hands trailed down to his ankles. Straps that took all movement from him.
Once again he was struck by what he must look like. Splayed and bared.
He felt like an insect pinned to a board.
A surge of heat went straight to his cock again. Enough to make his hips jerk involuntarily. Straining against the bondage. He tried to speak and silicone pressed against his tongue. Tried to call out in the feed and found words stolen from him there as well.
It was a feedback loop that made him thrash and writhe as every restraint rachetted tighter, and as each one did, he felt the reality of just how fucking helpless he was press in on all sides.
It made him writhe harder.
He didn't know where SecUnit was. It had stopped touching him. It could have left him here.
If that was what it wanted to do.
Locked up and waiting for it. Alone and desperate.
Complete control.
He was so fucking stupid.
It could let other people in. Anybody. There could be a dozen people in the room. He wouldn't know, he was so deeply locked away.
Anticipation and anxiety were curling over his skin. He was harder than he thought he'd ever been in his life.
He felt electric.
Waiting for something to be shoved inside him. For hands ripping at his hair. For warmth around his cock.
For anything to happen.
Hands brushed against his face and sent him thrashing again. But they just held him there, until he broke the spiral and managed to concentrate on those two bright points of contact.
The fingers were rubbing soft little patterns into his cheekbones.
His heart rate started to slow.
Nothing mattered but that feeling.
One hand left his face. The mattress beneath him shifted as SecUnit presumably repositioned. Then something cold was pressed into his hand.
He turned it over in his fingers. Small. Spherical. Metal. It had indents on one side. An uneven weight that shifted and rolled as he turned it.
His thoughts felt goopy and slow as he tried to work out what SecUnit wanted from him.
Its hand closed around his. Holding the little ball out in his fingertips. It gently shook his hand.
The uneven weight inside it moved again. Sharply…
Oh… a bell?
SecUnit paused significantly, and then gently shook his hand again.
Now that he knew what it was, he could imagine the dull noise it must making. Not able to ring with his fingers clasped around it. But enough noise for SecUnit to hear it.
SecUnit stopped again. Waited.
He shook the bell on his own. Then gave an awkward thumbs up. Enough hopefully to convey that yes, he understood.
He wondered vaguely what SecUnit intended to do now, but the hands didn't leave him, just started to trail down different patches of skin.
Across his throat. Down his ribs. The fat at the base of his stomach and above his hips. The soft skin up the inside of his thighs.
Ghosting touches and long solid strokes.
He could imagine it cataloguing how each made him twitch. The ones made him shudder and grunt around the gag. The ones that made him feel languid and wobbly.
His erection had given up at some point, but he didn't really mind. The riled up electric anxious feeling had gone. Now he was just emptied out while SecUnit petted at him.
Pleasantly drifting.
After a while, he became aware that he was cold. Not uncomfortably so.
It was a distant kind of abstract feeling. One that he didn't need to pay attention to.
He didn't need to pay attention to anything.
The mattress shifted again.
The sudden press of a body against his. Shockingly warm. It laid down gingerly against his chest, a cautious settling of weight that forced the air from his lungs in the best way. It pressed its face against his chest and he automatically tried to fold his arms around it. His wrists caught and tugged at the straps.
A sharp jolt that reminded him that he was here for it to use.
He was there for it to do what it wanted, and what it wanted was to press against him. No threat that he might touch it back. Might be watching it, or judging it.
He could do that.
It curled across him.
He could definitely do that.
He let himself go just a little more. Let himself go lax, and its weight push just a little more air out of his lungs.
All he could feel was the press of its skin against his.
Without access to the feed, he had no way to judge the passage of time. But that was fine.
Time collapsed on itself, he felt more present, locked inside himself, than he ever had before. And SecUnit was holding him together.
It released him in the opposite order to the way it had confined him.
Wrists and ankles freed. Loose clothes tugged back on over loose limbs. His control over his augments granted back with easy little pings.
It pressed its fingers into his jaw again, massaging until his tight muscles relaxed and it could slip the gag from between his teeth.
When he turned his vision back on, it was sitting beside him, its eyes focused on the wall beside his head.
"Was that…" it started, "alright?"
Gurathin couldn't help but smile. "You sounded so fucking confident."
It gave a loose shrug. Non-committal. Giving nothing.
He guessed that they weren't talking about it. For now at least.
"Yes," he said. "Yes, it was."
Would you do it again?
Yes.
SecUnit nodded. The soft smile was back.
Gurathin laid back against the mattress again, so that he wasn't watching it. It was too difficult when it was in his eye line. It was so beautiful, he wanted to stare and stare.
He guessed that was why it needed him blind.
"How did you come up with the idea for the bell?" he asked.
He felt it shift again, and lay back at his side.
"I did research."
"Of course."
The image of SecUnit quietly sitting and researching good BDSM practice in the feed made him smile again… for a second… Until another thought wormed its way into his head…
"Please tell me you didn't ask Ratthi."
There was a very, very long pause.
"I didn't ask Ratthi."
"For fuck's sake."