"To tell you the truth, Rhysie, I didn't want to have to do this…" Jack's voice echoed in his head as Rhys was still in the center of his bed. The fact that he couldn't see Jack made the situation more intense.
"HA, I'm just messing with you. I've been dying to do this ever since I saw what you look like when you turn into a moaning mess."
Rhys' mind was filled with the specific memory that Jack was talking about as if he was playing it on a projector. It was of him, moaning Jack's name as he touched himself.
That day he had gone out to a bar with Vaughn. As soon as they had gotten home Vaughn had flopped onto the couch and passed out, while Rhys went to his room. He was about to get himself ready for bed when he spotted the Hyperion magazine that highlighted "Handsome Jack's List: TOP 10 Killing Machines" sitting on his bedside table. The photo on the cover was of Jack, hands on his desk, smirk on his face like he couldn't wait to tear into you with whatever words might have left his mouth. Rhys had never unbuckled his pants so fast in his life.
Rhys' cheeks flushed as he felt himself hardening. The fact that Jack watched him do that to himself. He bit his lip.
"I was planning on waiting until I could do this to you with a real body but… you've forced my hand, literally."
Jack released his grip on his throat entirely, and a light gasp left his lips when the cool metal of the prosthetic hand came in contact with the skin of his stomach.
Chills traveled across his skin as Jack ghosted the metallic fingers up his torso. "Take off your shirt." Jack's heated voice hummed in Rhys' ears. He did what he was told, sitting up and discarding the t-shirt onto the floor.
"That's a good boy."
Rhys couldn't help his shaking, cursing at himself for the thrill the small praise gave him. Jack sounded so sensual and erotic. Maybe this wasn't so bad? Rhys hadn't dared touch himself since Jack was downloaded into his head. The memory Jack had shown him came to mind once again, but the longing that had once drove home his pleasure was now replaced by fear.
Agreeing to house this AI was stupid, outright dangerous. If Jack could do these things to him, what else might he be capable of in the future…
"Now the bottoms..."
Rhys, again, obeyed the command. He lay back on the bed and slipped his underwear from under his ass and down his legs. His cock standing completely upright felt wrong. Like his own body was betraying him.
"It looks like someone's enjoying themselves. I haven't even touched you yet, cupcake."
Rhys reached down to relieve some of the ache that was beginning to burn through him, but Jack caught his hand before he could. "Uh uh, no you don't. Go into your bathroom."
Rhys' cheeks reddened further, "W-Why…?"
"You don't get to ask questions. Go into your bathroom, now."
Rhys stood from the bed, walking to the bathroom adjacent to his room. Even though he lived alone, he still felt awkward being naked so openly.
"Now, get the lube from under the sink."
Rhys couldn't help the puzzled look he gave himself in the reflection of the bathroom mirror, as if he was looking at Jack through the pupil of his ECHO implant. Just how far had Jack gone through his memories, if he was able to recall that he had lube under the sink when Rhys had forgotten entirely. He bent down and opened the cabinet, sure enough there it was, tucked towards the back. Rhys dropped to his knees and partially crawled under the sink to reach for the bottle.
"Damn, cupcake, you've got such a beautiful hole." Jack piped up from behind him, making him jump and hit his head under the sink. "Ow, fuck." Rhys cursed.
Rhys rubbed the back of his head as he stood and faced Jack, freezing where he stood when their eyes made contact. The look on Jack's holographic face was almost murderous. "What did I tell you about your language, Rhys?" Jack's voice dropped an octave as he said his name. He remained cold and menacing as he inched forward, causing the taller man to cower back against the sink counter. Jack grabbed Rhys' cock roughly with his artificial hand, causing Rhys to let out a pained whimper. The sound was so pitiful, Rhys couldn't even believe that it had come out of him. What was Jack doing to him?
"Oh, Rhysie, I can't stay mad at you. You're just too cute."
His prosthetic was made to replicate the human hand to a T, but that didn't mean it was completely smooth like one. He could feel the small protrusions of his cool metallic hand digging into his skin. When he first got his prosthetic, he refused to touch his dick with it just in case he couldn't control his grip and accidentally ripped it clean off. Since that time he had mastered the control of it, but he still steered clear… just in case… This was the first time he had ever fully gripped himself with the robotic hand… albeit not of his own volition, but it wasn't as bad as he anticipated.
"This was meant to be a punishment, but you're liking it a little too much, Kiddo. Look! You're practically dripping!"
Rhys peaked down at his cock, and sure enough there was a bead of precum gathering at his tip. Jack made a joystick motion with his thumb, causing Rhys to use his own thumb to spread the liquid around his head. He couldn't hold in the pleasured sigh that rang through him. Even though it was his own hand, somehow it felt as if it were Jack himself doing it to him.
"Get on your knees, pumpkin." Jack whispered, holographic lips ghosting Rhys' ear.
Rhys did as he was told, dropping down to his knees with his cock still in his hand. He realized after flexing his fingers that the control of his own hand was relinquished back to him, so he released himself to hang between his legs, still at attention.
"Now… spread 'em for me."
Rhys had no idea it was possible to feel even more embarrassed than he did right now. He looked back at Jack who was towering behind him.
"Sometime today, sweetheart." Jack gave him a smirk that did not reach his eyes. The look he gave Rhys was… ravenous. Like one wrong move and he would rip his head off. He reluctantly leaned forward on his hands so that he was on all fours.
"I said, 'SPREAD' them." Jack shouted, causing Rhys to jump. Trembling, he leaned forward further so his face was pressed against the cool tile of his bathroom floor. He then reached back with both hands, gripping at his ass cheeks, and pulling them apart.
"God damn, Rhysie. You've got such smooth skin, and that hole?" Jack made a grunting noise low in his throat. The sound alone made Rhys shiver.
Jack took control of his prosthetic once again, releasing the grip he had on his ass to deliver a swift slap. Rhys let out a small moan. The slight sting reverberating over his backside made him tremble. It felt so good. He decided that enough was enough. Jack shouldn't be the only one having this much fun. He made sure to glance back at Jack, maintaining eye contact as he bit his lip, and used the hand, unable to be controlled by the AI, to deliver a slap of his own.
