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It was arbitrary, really.
Opening the metal tool cabinet, pulling out one of the many attachments.
He knew you could do this. Embraced it, even.
He had been sending you filthy thoughts all morning, relaying memories of you powerless beneath him. Cold metal against your back, frigid hands at your neck, a flickering red gaze from the shadows.
It was only right that you found yourself in your workshop, the jingle of your ring of keys and the clack of your boots the only sound to be heard.
You hold the metal cock up to the light, turning it slowly as it glints.
Now it’s your turn.
The cold shaft hums in your hands, as if it’s waking up from the touch of your warm palm. You turn it over in your hands again, running your fingertips over the serial code stamped into the steel.
H4-VV3.
His name lingers on your lips, whispered into the emptiness of the workshop, and somewhere in the back of your mind, you feel the link spark.
“HELLO AGAIN, LITTLE THING.” His voice crawls over the link, and you almost feel ghostly hands brushing against the small of your back. You smile, baring teeth to him, and he laughs, something cold and grating to others, but soft and warm to you.
“I KNEW YOU HAD HEARD ME EARLIER. DID YOU LIKE WHAT I SHOWED YOU?”
“Yes,” you reply, leaning into the ghostly touches on your waist and hips. “But it’s my turn to play with you now.”
Your fingers tighten around the shaft of the metal cock in your hands, and you can almost feel it twitch in time with the way his breath hitches hoarsely over the link.
You trace your fingertips over steel ridges, just teasing, not giving, and he hisses. Ghostly steam seems to fan over your face, but when you turn, there’s nothing there, just a warm haze that seems to barely cloud your vision.
“HAVE- HAVE- HAVE I BEEN TEASING YOU TOO MUCH, MY- MY MOON?” His voice flickers in and out, skipping like a worn-out cassette tape,
“I’m only giving you what you deserve,” you whisper, shifting your voice lower over the link and twisting your fist around the base of the disembodied cock in your hands, “Puppy.”
The sound he makes in response is purely pathetic, a whine that almost sounds like metal on metal. Your lips turn up again.
“You know what happens when you tease me.” you swipe your thumb across the tip of the cock as if you’re picking up precum. “Remember what I left for you last time?”
Of course he remembers, you think. The collar. Beautifully handmade, heavy black leather studded in silver spikes, almost two inches thick to accommodate for his hulking size. He had been at your feet instantly when you had presented it to him, his red gaze flickering like he was rapidly blinking.
You can almost see the stuttering of the red LEDs played across the back of your eyelids now, and the ghostly hands formerly at your waist now brush against your ankles.
“PLE- PLEASE.”
“Put it on.”
He whines again, steel fingertips now clawing at your calves. You can almost feel his jagged jaw resting against the inside of your thigh, nuzzling into you like a pet.
“Be good for me and put it on.”
A red light blinking at the base of the cock confirms he’s clasped the collar around his neck, connecting the circuits of the steel phallus to the hulking robot, your touches instantly changing from hazy and surreal to tangible.
He lets out a broken moan, high-pitched and uncharacteristic, so very human.
“Say thank you, puppy. You’ve been good. I’m proud of you.”
“THA- THA- THANK Y- YOU.”
You relinquish your grip on the metal cock, setting it down on the workbench beside you for later, and you reach out over the link, cradling his face in your hands where it rests against your thigh.
“Such a good plaything.”