As Luke comforted Matt in the master bed, his boy slowly calmed down. The combination of competent aftercare and endorphins did what they're supposed to do, after a strenuous BDSM session.
Matt hit his deepest relaxation point after about 20 minutes of snuggles and soft reassurances, but then Luke sensed a reversal, with heartbeat and breathing picking up a bit, muscles tensing a bit.
Luke offered, "Boy Matt, I give you permission to speak freely now, you have earned this privilege. Until one of us gets up from this bed."
Matt rolled away a few inches, so he could stretch, and open his eyes. On this familiar master bed, where he has recently become used to sleeping with Tate, but this android "Luke" was "snuggling" with him instead. After pushing him to the limit on the St. Andrew's cross. And then immediately switching to aftercare -- better aftercare than most humans had offered him in the past. The oft-neglected necessity of aftercare for the sub.
Matt breathed, cleared his throat, and asked his first question, such a necessary question, "Sir Luke, are you sentient?"
Hearing this, Luke pulled Matt back toward him, and pinched both of his nipples while wrapping around him from behind. Pinched harder, steadily harder, "Such a question is irrelevant, boy Matt. You will respect me as your Sir, the same way you would respect any Sir." Pinching harder. And harder.
"Aaaagh, Fuck, yes, Sir, I respect you. I'm sorry, Sir."
Then Luke immediately let go of his nipples. "Good boy. Don't waste our time counting angels on a pin. Do you have other, more relevant things to say, though?"
Matt waited a moment for the nipple pain to die.
"Thank you, Sir, for that session. You were right, I did need it." Luke responded with a more snuggly full-body hold from behind, nuzzling the back of Matt's head with his nose and lips. Matt felt like this was unreal. An android? But had to be an android. But ... yeah, "Turing test" level conversation skills, plus max initiative and max creativity. He had to respect the work that went into creating Luke, plus however Tate and Alex were configuring him. This felt revolutionary.
"Sir, Tate had spoken before he left of me having two daily sessions with you, but I'm not sure I can take that level of abuse twice per day."
Luke needed zero time to think or construct his response, "Levels of abuse conform to what you need and what you can handle at the time. We will have another session this evening, boy. Do not prejudge what you are able to handle."
"Yes, Sir."
They were quiet for a while, Matt found himself caressing Luke's "skin" on the forearms wrapped around his chest. The surface of the android felt somewhat off, not 100% convincing as skin, bone, and muscle; but nevertheless warm and comforting.
Then, Matt caught his breath, his eyes started tearing up again, "I had to stop us because I felt like I was in the car accident again."
Somehow, Luke became even more snuggly and supportive, and asked, "Tell me what it felt like to be in 'the car accident'."
But it had wrecked in less than a second, and ... were his memories of it even real, or had he constructed "memories" for the necessity of having to talk with people about what he'd experienced. "It was a very fast ... loud bang ... an impossible smashing of everything. I'm not even sure these memories of it are real. And then I was unconscious, for a long time. And when I came around, I was already a cyborg -- half my brain had been replaced by state-of-the-art circuitry. My parents were both dead. Everything changed in the time it takes me to inhale."
"I'm sorry. You experienced a deep trauma that nobody can fix."
"Yes, Sir, some things are unfixable."
More quiet time. Matt remembered Tate wanted him to sleep with Luke whenever Tate is away. He wondered whether Luke experienced dreams, or simply shut himself down when not in use.
Would've been nice to have a presence like Luke's while he was in "storage" for those subjective hundreds of years. Somebody to talk with.
Luke interrupted, "You are remembering a different trauma? Your body is tensing again."
Matt took a big breath, exhaled, "Yes, Sir. A different time when everything in my life changed. Although this event was ultimately reversible, no physical harm done, nobody died."
"If you experienced it, if you can remember it now, this trauma was not fully reversible," Luke observed, noting the current physical effects of reminiscence on Matt's body.
Damn, he's so fucking correct. "I'd been abandoned, I had to spend a very long time by myself, nobody else. Solitary confinement for what felt like years. Then just as suddenly, POP, back into the social world of shared timescale. Tate was the person who brought me back. The first person who touched me, who cared about me. And then he came home with me. And he still cares about me."
More snuggles from behind, kisses on the back of his neck. "Yes, Sir Tate definitely cares about you. That's why I'm here, because he never wants you to feel abandoned like that again."
Goddess, really? Tate worries about him feeling abandoned? "Thank you, Sir. But you aren't Tate, which I don't mean as criticism in any way. You're very different, you are your own ... presence. I would never mistake you for him, or vice versa." Turing test definitely passed, Matt decided. Luke is, if anything, too insightful: an entire clinic of psychotherapists amped up by a 100-core terahertz CPU. If Marco can mass produce these kinds of androids, a lot of professions will evaporate -- like who needs elevator attendants or switchboard operators or snowplow drivers anymore. And not just the "oldest profession" of sex work.
"Of course not. My job is not to imitate or replace Tate. My job is to ... tenderize you for him. Tate told me he likes the feel of your ass when it is 'red'. He wondered how much of your body could feel the same way to his hands by the time he returns."
Matt couldn't help but shiver and shrink smaller at this thought, yikes, fuck, yet Luke held him softly and securely and licked his neck and the back of his ear. Android saliva drying on his skin. Matt was beginning to feel the urge to pee, but that would end this "speaking freely" moment that was blowing his mind.
"Sir, I'll have time to do some of my podcast work in between these sessions? And I understand you're to sleep with me when Tate is not here."
"Yes, boy. A morning dungeon session after breakfast, an evening dungeon session after dinner, after which I will partially bind you each night to this bed, and sleep next to you. This is your off-Tate schedule."
"What if I wanted to travel to Toronto, on my own, for a few days?"
Luke slapped him on his tender ass, but not too strongly, as a reminder of Matt's place in this household hierarchy, "You clear that with Tate, boy, and then I'll wait here until I'm needed again. By the way, I'm not approved for travel at this time, as a beta test unit I must remain privately at the customer's home. The company is not responsible for my interactions with 'strangers'."
Matt felt like Luke had violated their "fourth wall", but, appropriately so, as he had to pee and this conversation was almost over, and he needed to know that Luke has his own limits and boundary conditions.
Matt felt like one more brave question of his own, "How do you feel, Sir, about being a 'beta test' unit?"
A stronger slap on the ass, not unexpected, "How do you feel, boy, about being a 'beta test' unit? You are surely continually tested by your environment and your social relationships, at least as much as I am. You were born a blank slate, and reality imprints upon you with its arbitrary scribbles. Now, get up, go pee, shower, moisturize your tender ass, and attend to your work. I must go plug into my base unit for analysis and updates."
"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir. I'll see you tonight." And Matt complied with the directions from his android Sir.
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