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A grim feeling had settled in MePhone’s stomach right after he woke up today. He knew that he was being stupid by not doing the tasks that Cobs asked him to do today to just hang out down on the island and have a day to himself, but he just couldn’t resist the temptation. It was a beautiful day, and despite the sun being out most of the day, it wasn’t too hot for his electronic body to handle.
As MePhone walked back to his room for the night, it felt like he was being stalked. He didn’t dare look back to see who was following him, he already knew. No one else in this goddamn building cared enough to follow him anywhere, especially his bedroom.
MePhone tried to keep his pace steady, trying to give the man behind him no opportunity to do anything until he was at least in his room. He almost felt like he was prey getting stalked by a predator in the shadows just waiting for him to let his guard down enough for him to sink his teeth into his neck and take whatever he can get.
When MePhone finally reached his bedroom door, he hesitated. He knew what entering the room would mean, but he also knew that he couldn’t just keep avoiding this forever. No matter how long he paced around the building, that man wouldn’t let up until he got what he wanted. Even if that meant doing it somewhere public. He didn’t care about his reputation, nearly everyone here hated him already, but it would ruin MePhone’s already damaged one.
MePhone sighed and opened the door. This was going to happen no matter what he did, it was best that it happened in a place where no one else could see or hear what was going on.
Despite not seeing the man, he knew that he was mere feet behind him. He was proven right when the moment he entered the room he was shoved against the wall.
“Where were you today?” Cobs asked, his voice projecting all the anger that had culminated over the day and something that sounded akin to a hint of concern in his voice. It was a weird sound, as if his brain was divided on if it should be angry at MePhone and punish him, or if it should be concerned and make sure he was okay.
MePhone didn’t respond, partially just to defy Cobs, and partially because he knew that there was that small chance that Cobs would just storm off instead of doing this again. He knew that it was a terrible move, but there was that slim chance that Cobs might just leace him alone tonight.
It was almost as if the universe hated him though. Cobs grabbed him and roughly shoved him onto the bed. Immediately, Cobs got on top of him and got to work getting his pants off.
Cobs shoved his dick into MePhone’s port, and MePhone was gone. It was always like this. Whenever Cobs was inside him, he seemed to lose himself. He was aware of what was going on, but his mind almost seemed detached from his body.
MePhone always just let his mind wander, it was better to keep thinking about anything else rather than risk the chance that this might be the one-off time that he actually is fully aware during this.
Usually, his mind would wander to the idea of getting out of this place. It was never realistic, but since when was escapism realistic? He knew that he needed to get out of here, but where could he go where Cobs wouldn’t find him?
But, today it drifted from that usual topic. Weirdly enough, it drifted to how Cobs designed him, what decisions that he made in the creation of his body. MePhone was sure that he designed his port to be more of a sex toy than just a regular port, Cobs had violated him so many times that there was no way that his creation wasn’t made specifically so Cobs could use him in such a way.
Somehow, that stray thought led to a whole different idea. What if, when Cobs was creating him, he was somehow able to give him a working reproductive system. He knew that it wasn’t possible because Cobs never seemed to be concerned about it, and honestly, it was so absurd that MePhone didn’t even know how his mind came up with it, but it had.
Even though he knew that it was completely hypothetical, it was a terrifying idea that his own father would be able to get him pregnant if he wanted. Everyone would know what happened, or they might even think that MePhone wanted this.
MePhone had been so lost in thought that he hadn’t noticed that Cobs was getting close or even that at some point he had started crying. Cold, fake tears ran down his face as Cobs ram into him one last time, stilling as he came inside of him.
“Shh, Four, it’s okay,” Cobs consoled him. The words sounded fake when they came from him, even if they were laced with what sounded like concern. No matter what Cobs was saying to him, his voice always sounded like it was hatred masked with whatever emotion he was trying to convince MePhone he was feeling.
MePhone continued to silently cry in Cobs’ arms. He could feel Cobs’ drying cum inside his port. He wanted to push Cobs off of him and tell him to go away. He didn’t need comfort, especially not from the man who had brought this pain onto him, but he just couldn’t. He was too spent from everything that happened.
After who knows how long, MePhone passed out from pure exhaustion. When he woke up, he was tucked into bed, and most importantly. He was finally alone. He could still feel Cobs’s dry cum inside of port, and the dried tears on his face, but at least he could clean himself up now that he was alone.
