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Some models are still unsaddled yet have been taught how to pleasure in other ways. This model does not come naïve, being a learning model that can interpret and mirror moods. If it is an adult it will have learnt about sexual needs and be aware of its master's desires due to the empathic ability built in.

Instructions must be clear and concise, this model may interpret a comment or observation as an instruction. This has resulted in some units expiring prematurely. H 4.0 enjoy praise and tried to please its master. Any order will be taken literally and will be carried out to the point of death.

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Ianto shuffled to the edge of the bed and waited to see if he was sleeping in the pet bed or not. When Jack didn't speak he decided that was to be taken as permission given and lifted the covers, slipping into the warm interior.

Ianto hummed softly as he snuggled into what he had come to think of as his side of the bed.

Jack looked up from his PDA and watched as Ianto burrowed deeper until only a tuft of hair was visible. With a soft huff of laughter, Jack shut down the tablet and settled into his own spot.

Ianto has still humming, rubbing his hands in the cotton sheets.

"I wish you would stop that!" Jack sighed as he tried to find sleep.

Ianto was still.

"Sorry Sir, would you rather I sing?" Ianto offered as he reached out to touch Jack's bare hip.

"What I would rather, is for you to stop talking and annoying me. Show me what you have learned about pleasure!" Jack leered into the darkness and wriggled his hip until his hard on slapped into Ianto's hand.

Ianto slid further and took the member in his mouth, sucking and licking until Jack was crying out with pleasure. As Ianto's fingers massaged his sack, Jack was babbling.

"Yes. Do that. That's what your mouth is for." Jack moaned as Ianto continued his ministrations.

Finally Jack came, screaming his release as he shot into Ianto's mouth.

Boneless and spent, Jack panted as he drifted off to sleep unaware that he had given a direct order during the event.

As he slept Ianto lay there trying to work out how to fix the problem he now found himself in.

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Next morning, Jack woke to find Ianto already dressed and laying out his clothes. This had become a standard thing and he smiled as he watched Ianto colour coordinating his tie and socks.

"Thanks Ianto, can you pass those pants?" Jack slid to the edge of the bed and held out a hand expectantly.

Ianto silently handed over the trousers and stood with the socks, knowing Jack would put those on next.

Once Jack was dressed they made their way to the dining room. Jack sat and exchanged pleasantries with his parents while the servants fussed.

Ianto hesitated, then moved to the pillows in the corner of the room where he sat stoically staring into space.

"Ianto?" Rose leaned back in her chair, "You not eating up here today?"

Ianto smiled politely and shook his head.

The servant took everyone's order and then approached the pet. He asked Ianto what he wanted and Ianto looked over at Jack who was busy laughing at something Rose was doing.

With a soft sigh Ianto shrugged and gave the signal that he was mute by placing his hand over his mouth. The servant slumped his shoulders as he recognised the common sign language of their kind and nodded sadly.

"Your usual?" he tried and Ianto smiled, then nodded with relief.

As the family ate, Rose kept stealing glances as the silent pet in the corner. Once she was finished eating she slid from her chair and padded over to where Ianto was sitting. She sat on the corner of his cushion and reached for a grape from his fruit platter.

Ianto smiled softly and pushed his plate towards her, having no appetite.

"Why aren't you talking to me" she pouted and he sighed, rolling his eyes and pointing at Jack.

"He said you can't talk to me?" she frowned and he struggled with the urge to speak, if only to comfort her.

Rose got up and stormed over to the table, shoving Jack's elbow so his fork full of food went up his nose.

"Oi!" He yelped and Jack's father burst out laughing.

"Why did you stop Ianto talking!" she demanded with her little hands on her hips, "Why did you take his voice away!"

"What?" Jack looked over at his sullen pet and called out to him, "Ianto! Why didn't you talk to Rose?"

Ianto looked up and frowned, placing his hand over his mouth. Jack's mother sighed and watched her son growing more impatient.

"Ianto!" she said softly, "You have permission to speak."

"Mas …Sir said I was to stop talking," he said nervously.

"Why?" Laura asked Jack who shrugged.

"Why Ianto?" she tried the one who actually remembered.

"My mouth was not for annoying with. It has…" Ianto blushed and looked at his clasped hands in his lap, "other uses."

Jack's father reacted with lightning speed. Alexander slapped Jack's head with the palm of his hand as he rose from his chair.

"You stupid boy" he hissed, "Have you even read the manual? You cannot keep them mute, they go mad with grief if they cannot express themselves."

"I didn't mean it" Jack whined as he rubbed his head, "it was just a comment, not an order!"

"Go get that book and read the bloody thing!" Alexander demanded, "I may test you!"

Jack huffed and rose to leave, "Come" he barked imperiously to his pet who hung his head as he went to follow.

"No!" Alexander snarled, "No more Ianto until you can show me that you will care for him."

"I do care!" Jack wailed, "Don't put him in the stables"

"Get reading then!" Alexander demanded and as Jack left the room his last image of Ianto was of his slumped form as he realised Jack was leaving him behind, like a discarded puppy.