Sora awoke, feeling the warmth of another body in his bed. Oh god, it's happened. I got drunk and took someone home. Oh my virginity! Sora panicked, as he moved his hips. Pain caused the brunette's vision to spike as he wallowed in despair. "I'm deflowered! How will I face my parents now?! I have brought shame to my family!" Sora cried. "Master, should I go?" A husky voice, thick with sleep, sounded next to the brunette. Sora looked over in horror before screaming. "Oh god! I'm tied up in some BDSM shit! Mummy, I swear I can still walk into the church! Maybe with a cane..." Sora whispered, harshly to himself.
Riku watched in fascination as his owner continued to talk rapidly to himself. "Master, I'm Riku. You got me yesterday. We had sex to confirm ownership." The silver haired doll muttered, interrupting the brunette's rant. Sora paused, squinting his eyes at the man next to him. He stared intensely at the silver haired man in his bed, blushing when he realised the man was only clothed in the tangled sheets that hung on his hips. Riku sat up, his gaze never leaving the brunette's form, taking in the sleep tousled spikes and dazed expression. The brunette watched as the silver haired boy hoisted himself up, his glinting hair falling around his face like a halo.
"Ah.." Sora sighed, flashes of the previous night coming back to him. The feel of his hands entangled in the silky hair, the sensual mouth descending upon his lips and the harsh thrusting that had led him to orgasm. Blushing, the brunette turned away. "Master, are you alright? Do you have a fever?" The doll asked, concerned. "No, I'm fine. Also, why don't you just call me Sora? This way, we can go out and we won't get weird looks when you call out to me!" The brunette exclaimed. Riku looked at the smaller boy, cautiously. "You want to...take me outside?" He asked, incredulously. Sora cocked an eyebrow at the doll. "Well yeah, I want to introduce you to my brothers and they live somewhere else." The brunette explained. The silver haired doll looked blankly at his owner. "Why would you want to take me outside? I'd have to put clothes on and we couldn't have sex out of the house...Not legally anyways." The doll replied, explaining the not so obvious issue. Sora shrugged, "We don't need to have sex all the time, you know." He stated. Riku's mouth gaped open at the boy in front of him. "Have you even read the manual yet?" The doll asked angrily before ripping himself out of the bed only to come back with both books in hand.
Sora winced as the silver haired doll dropped the books into his lap. "I'll go put my clothes on while you read that." Riku scoffed, as he left the room. Sora stared after the doll, wondering where the pleasant and polite personality of the silver haired teen had gone. Sighing, the brunette opened the first manual. Reading the first few pages, Sora's eyes widened in realisation.
" Congratulations! You've won our fifth and last doll in the GENEVA line! As you've probably been alerted by our trusty deliveryman, your new robotic doll is essentially; your brand new sex slave. Programmed to be prepared for sex anytime, anywhere, your doll requires the love of his owner/master to continue functioning properly. Dolls need a daily dose of love, in other words, a healthy dose of sex per day. Your dolls are fully equipped to sustain their affections until the owner, that's you, is satisfied! That being said, your doll doesn't have the capacity to orgasm. So be sure to thank your doll, showering them with love! A loved doll is a happy doll."
Sora felt like an ass, he had used Riku for his own satisfaction, not realising he couldn't release his pent up pleasure. The brunette read on, a warning label catching his eye.
"WARNING; neglected dolls are not fun to be around. Remember that dolls reflect their owner. If you show your doll affection and buy them presents, you'll have a pleasant companion. Whereas if you refuse to appreciate your doll, they will become very short and nasty, often turning quite verbally and physically abusive. If your doll has become unhappy, don't fear! It usually only takes a show of affection for them to return to their usual personalities."
Nodding, Sora quickly read that the dolls were waterproof and could manage a small glass of water or wine. The perfect idea dawned on the brunette. Smiling to himself, Sora skipped into the bathroom. Turning the hot water faucet of the bath on and letting the water run, Sora wrapped a fluffy white towel around his waist, knotting it tightly at his side. The brunette quickly turned the hot water off, replacing the steady stream with a turn of the cold water. Dipping his hand into the bath, Sora was pleased by the lukewarm temperature. Happily leaving the bathroom, the brunette entered the lounge room, watching as Riku rifled through the pile of clothes, clearly not too impressed with the choices.
"Riku." Sora called, leaning his shoulder against the wall. The silver haired doll turned towards him, looking at the brunette up and down before turning back to his pile. "Riku, come on. Let's get changed in my room." Sora called, gesturing towards the bedroom. Reluctantly, the doll rose up from the floor and stalked into his master's room, clutching a black pair of ripped jeans and a long sleeved black shirt. Sora smiled as he watched the doll peer into the bathroom. "You taking a bath?" Riku asked, trying to appear nonchalant. Sora chuckled, "No, well I was going to offer we take a bath together. I could help you shampoo your hair." Sora explained. A blush crossed the silver haired doll's face before he dropped the clothes in his hand to race into the bathroom. "Master! Are you coming?" Riku called, gingerly stepping into the warm water.
Sora undid the towel and let it fall to the floor, walking into the room to see the silver haired doll almost swimming in his gigantic bath tub. "I've never had a bath before." Riku mumbled before submerging his head under water. "Never?" Sora questioned. The doll came out of the water, shaking his head. "I wasn't allowed to leave the room that I was built in. It wasn't bad, but I felt lonely." The silver haired doll murmured, slipping into the water even further. Sora frowned as he himself slipped into the water. "Riku, come over here. I'll wash your hair." The brunette said, with a small smile. Grinning, the doll settled in front of his master, seating himself on the smaller boy's lap . Sora bit his lip as he reached for the bottle of strawberry scented shampoo, pouring a decent amount on the palm of his hand. Placing the bottle of the edge of the tub, the brunette lathered his hands before bringing the foaming mass of bubbles to Riku's wet hair. Massaging the slick and frothy tangled heap of bubbles and hair, Sora heard the silver haired doll moan, unknowingly slipping into the water.
"Ahh, Master. Harder." Riku breathed, arching into the finger tips of the brunette. Sora scraped his nails against the silver haired boy's scalp. "I thought I told you to call me Sora." The boy admonished, though complying to his doll's wishes. Feeling the brunette's nails dig into the sensitive flesh of his scalp, Riku whimpered, leaning back onto his master's chest. Cupping his hands over the doll's eyes, Sora quickly splashed water over his head, washing away the pink suds. Riku pulled his hand away, glancing back at the brunette, questioningly. Sora shrugged his shoulders before slicking his hands with the vanilla conditioner, kneading the sweet smelling product into Riku's now clean hair. Distracted by the feel of Sora's hands, Riku hummed, slowly sinking into the water again. While the silver haired teen was preoccupied, Sora quickly shampooed his own hair, bringing his spiked mess of bubbles under the water, washing it out. As the brunette rose out of the water, his hair flinging droplets against the bathroom mirror, the silver haired doll jumped at him, offering to massage conditioner into his matted brown locks. Accepting the offer, Sora passed the bottle to the other boy. Riku squirted an insane amount of conditioner into his hands, effectively coating his hands, Sora's hair and his forehead in the white liquid. Laughing, the brunette brushed off the doll's mistake, choosing to once again cup his hands over Riku's eyes, washing the vanilla liquid out. "Riku, you can hop out now." Sora instructed, before ducking his head under the water again, rinsing out the thick viscous conditioner. Depressed, the silver haired doll exited the bath, standing on the small white bath mat. Climbing out of the bath himself, Sora grabbed the only towel in the bathroom and started to pat dry the silver haired boy. "I'm fine, Sora. Dry yourself." Riku insisted, trying to push away the brunette. The smaller boy wasn't having that though, as he continued to dry off the dripping doll. Once Riku was dry, Sora wrapped the towel around his hair, rubbing furiously. "Ow." The doll mumbled, pouting slightly. The brunette stopped suddenly, deciding to wipe himself dry.
"So, how was your first bath?" Sora asked, grinning, raking a hair brush through the damp silver locks. Riku turned back to face Sora with a small smile. "I really liked it." He said, softly. The brunette laughed as he untangled some knots in the doll's hair. "If you want, we can have baths together every day." Sora offered, placing a kiss at the base of Riku's nape. Nodding his head vigorously, Riku agreed. "We should probably put clothes on now..." Sora said thoughtfully. However the brunette didn't notice the obvious look of distaste on his silver haired doll's face. "No thanks." Riku declined.