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At moments like this, MePhone was glad he wasn't a human. The resolution of his camera was sufficient to see through the small gap in the door without opening it and capture a relatively clear image of what was behind it.
Visibility inside the room was impaired due to the steam filling it. He was sure that if he went inside, moisture droplets would immediately cover his screen and blur his vision, as if he were crying.
Although he felt that he was close to that anyway.
It was disgusting, repulsive, and most importantly, vile.
MePhone had plenty of images in his own memory. No, he could have constructed any picture he wanted in his head, but this urge was completely unjustified and irrational. Exactly as irrational as his entire stupid system.
He shouldn't have entered Mr. Cobs' room without a good reason in the first place. In the worst case, he would have been physically punished or yelled at, but nothing happened. From the sounds, MePhone quickly realized that Mr. Cobs was taking a bath—the light in the bathroom, the sound of water, the evening hour... He knew why he had decided to peek through the doorway. His usual curiosity. His stupid habit of making one wrong decision after another. And now he was there.
He stood and stared spellbound at Mr. Cobs' body.
It wasn't so much about any dirty feelings as it was about MePhone's natural desire to learn new things. Although he was firmly convinced that he and Mr. Cobs were the closest people to each other, there were still many things that MePhone didn't know about him, and that list included his naked body.
During physical intimacy, Mr. Cobs usually never took off all his clothes. MePhone never asked why, and Mr. Cobs never explained, so it was simply accepted as fact.
MePhone's mind was sometimes visited by thoughts, fantasies, about what Mr. Cobs might look like without clothes. He studied human anatomy—how they looked, how their mechanisms and algorithms worked—and he tried to apply the information he had learned to Mr. Cobs, but just realizing that he was so understandable felt wrong. Mr. Cobs couldn't simply be like everything he saw in his studies. Mr. Cobs had always been something special.
And at that moment, Mr. Cobs seemed strangely vulnerable to MePhone. Not as vulnerable as when he was asleep, but as when he was working so intently that he paid no attention to anything around him, and MePhone could come up behind him and pounce on him with a hug.
Mr. Cobs was sitting in the bathtub, putting some kind of gel on himself, and watching him was absolutely mesmerizing. Mr. Cobs was big. Even bigger than when he was wearing his clothes. His usually pale skin looked brighter and slightly red.
What fascinated MePhone the most was the large amount of hair on his body. He knew about the hair on his arms and legs, around his genitals, but he had no idea how much there was on his chest and abdomen. Drops of water glistened on it.
MePhone really wanted to touch him. To hug that big soft body, touch his hair, just find out more about how Mr. Cobs felt. The closest thing to this desire that had ever been between them was probably holding hands.
He didn't want to think about how impossible it was, how Mr. Cobs would be against it, how he would yell at him. But MePhone could fantasize about it. In his fantasies, everything would always be fine.
Watching Mr. Cobs rub something into his chest, MePhone, without taking his eyes off him, removed his covering panel.
He thought of him and Mr. Cobs lying next to each other on his bed. How MePhone would gently and carefully touch him. His collarbone, his chest, burying his fingers in that hair. Maybe even pressing himself against it so that his sensors could better capture the smell of the human body. MePhone would caress him, and Mr. Cobs would tell him how good he was.
His finger nervously touched his own folds. MePhone felt his insides aching for invasion and friction. As much as he wanted it, he just couldn't bring himself to do it. Not while he was standing there, watching. When he was doing it so disgustingly.
MePhone would touch Mr. Cobs' chest with his lips. He wouldn't kiss him, he just wouldn't have the courage to do that. He would just snuggle up to that spot and enjoy every moment when Mr. Cobs simply allowed him to be near and explore him. They would take each other's hands and intertwine their fingers as lovers do. They would lie together and look at each other while whispering tender words.
Then, at some point, Mr. Cobs would turn him onto his back and enter him. He would do it at his usual pace, but he would continue to hold MePhone's hands. He would watch and admire how MePhone would eventually lose consciousness from everything that was happening.
Closing his eyes, he inserted two fingers into himself. The sensations from the throbbing, sensitive walls were simultaneously satisfying and painful. This caused MePhone to barely manage covering his mouth with his hand. His vision blurred slightly from the tears welling up in his eyes.
He could only hope that Mr. Cobs hadn't heard his stifled sob.
Apparently, he was currently busy washing off the cream he'd applied earlier. MePhone saw Mr. Cobs' gaze linger for a moment toward the door, as if he'd heard him... No, he couldn't have. The sound of the water was loud enough to drown out his whimper. It was just a coincidence.
MePhone decided to continue focusing on his fantasies and sensations.
He thought about how Mr. Cobs would praise him, how well MePhone was taking him, how good and obedient he was. The insides pleasantly enveloped his fingers, and MePhone imagined how they would stretch from Cobs' actions.
The pleasant, painful sensation would wash over him again, but it would be even better, knowing how genuine it would be. Mr. Cobs could cover him, they would feel each other's bodies, they would be closer than ever. Perhaps if they were that close, MePhone would even be able to feel his public hair with his silicone.
As he imagined this loving scene, MePhone continued to look at the real Mr. Cobs. He saw Mr. Cobs touching himself. He saw the folds that formed on his skin, saw the water dripping from him, saw the focused look in his eyes. So alive and not hidden behind the lenses of his glasses.
MePhone's actions quickened involuntarily. He began moving his fingers faster and more aggressively. The way Mr. Cobs would treat him...
For a moment, he felt sad that his body was not as soft as Mr. Cobs'. It could not be squeezed and touched, no marks could be left on it. MePhone wanted Mr. Cobs to be able to touch him and make his skin flush. He wanted the friction to be felt not only inside him, but throughout his entire body.
MePhone let out another sob. He felt that he was close to release.
Mr. Cobs would fill him, he would leave marks on his body, and then, when MePhone came to his senses, he would remember it not only by looking through the contents of his memory chunks, but also by looking at the marks on his body. It would make him special, it would show their connection, how Mr. Cobs loved him. How important he was to him. That he was special.
Along with his whimpering, MePhone moaned into his hand. He really wanted to call Mr. Cobs by name, but he knew he couldn't. He couldn't let Mr. Cobs find out about this and—
"MePhone Four."
He couldn't. No, he couldn't.
He was so immersed in his fantasies that he could no longer distinguish between fiction and reality, and...
"If you were going to do this, you could at least lower the brightness of your screen and the speaker volume."
"Mmm..." MePhone didn't know whether to take his hand away from his mouth. It was a fact that he had been caught, but talking... like that, was frightening. Especially with his other hand buried deep inside his silicone core, which MePhone simply left in place, afraid to move it. "M-Mr. Cobs... I!..." He couldn't think of anything to say.
Mr. Cobs rolled his eyes, which made MePhone feel even more ashamed than before. It was pathetic and absolutely disgusting. If Mr. Cobs didn't hurt him, he would've definitely said a lot of painful but true things.
MePhone felt the walls inside pulsating, wanting to reach climax to properly end the cycle, and that made it even more unpleasant. He felt like he was about to cry from the situation he was in.
He wouldn't even risk pretending that Mr. Cobs had misinterpreted the situation; it was too obvious and shameful. Meanwhile, Mr. Cobs slowly finished washing and got out of the bath.
MePhone felt a pang of self-hatred. He knew that just a moment ago he would've been looking at him and thinking even more dirtier thoughts, but now it was purely shame mixed with some kind of twisted feeling of missed opportunities, which made MePhone even more angry at himself.
After drying himself off and wrapping a towel around his waist, Mr. Cobs approached the bathroom door. Seeing him approach, MePhone immediately recoiled.
When the door opened, Mr. Cobs' appraising gaze swept over him, making MePhone feel yet worse. He stood there, shrunken, with tear-stained eyes, one hand over his mouth and the other still inside him, as clear evidence of what he had been doing a short time ago.
Mr. Cobs' gaze fell lower. Looking in the same direction, MePhone saw the covering panel that had been left on the floor after he removed it.
He looked away guiltily as Mr. Cobs leaned over and picked it up.
"Is this yours?"
MePhone remained silent, feeling ashamed. He saw Mr. Cobs looking at his insides and the lubricant dripping from it.
"How long have you...?" MePhone dared to ask, pursing his lips.
"Since the beginning."
"Wh-What?!" MePhone flinched in surprise. "How?"
Frowning, Mr. Cobs folded his arms across his chest. It seemed that MePhone had done something stupid again.
"The screen, Four," he replied irritably. "I may have poor eyesight, but I do can make out the glow of your screen."
MePhone felt himself wanting to collapse more and more with each passing moment. It was disgusting. It was stupid of him to think he could satisfy his curiosity and the dirty desires that followed. He was an idiot, just like Mr. Cobs said.
"I'm sorry..." MePhone muttered quietly, without looking up. He didn't know what else to say.
He expected Mr. Cobs to yell at him now. He had to yell at him! He had to be angry and say a lot of bad things to him. MePhone deserved it anyway.
But Mr. Cobs, however... just smiled.
"Sorry?" he repeated with a grin, twirling the panel in his hand. "Right, Four, any normal person would now be accusing you of violating their personal space by now, and worse." He spoke kindly, to MePhone's complete confusion. "But you're lucky our relationship is clearly far from... normal."
"M-Mr. Cobs?..." MePhone asked awkwardly, completely losing his train of thought. Why wasn't Mr. Cobs angry? Had he done something wrong again?
Mr. Cobs suddenly stepped closer. Keeping the same calm, disinterested look on his face, he suddenly grabbed MePhone's hand, which had been resting inside him. He held his wrist tightly so that MePhone couldn't break free, though MePhone wasn't thinking about that anyway.
His eyes were fixed on his fingers, which were covered in a viscous, semi-transparent liquid. MePhone felt even more embarrassed.
"Touching yourself while staring at me, huh?" Mr. Cobs asked mockingly, obviously already knowing the answer.
"I... Um..." MePhone couldn't find the words to respond.
Mr. Cobs didn't wait for his reply. "Well, at least thanks for not doing it while I was sleeping."
MePhone's face immediately flushed. Both from shame and from the fact that Mr. Cobs had even thought about it.
"Well, if you're so needy," Mr. Cobs let go of his hand, "go ahead, show me how you come." He said with a smirk.
MePhone flinched. Mr. Cobs wasn't angry. On the contrary, he was allowing him to continue, and not out of pity, but clearly out of affection for MePhone. The idea of doing it in front of him was embarrassing and frightening, but if he was allowed to and it had to be done...
MePhone opened his mouth to ask if he was serious, but immediately stopped when he saw Mr. Cobs frown slightly.
So he really meant it... Then MePhone couldn't disappoint him.
Swallowing, MePhone looked at his slimy fingers. In fact, right now he would very much like it to be Mr. Cobs himself instead of them. When he did it, MePhone would end up overloaded and unconscious for a while. That would make it easier for him to cope with the feeling of shame.
"Oh no," Mr. Cobs clearly understood what he was thinking. "I just washed up, Four, have some shame."
Mumbling an apology again, MePhone sighed. He felt his insides craving penetration, thrusting—the need to complete the procedure. It was terrifying, but necessary.
He tried not to look at Mr. Cobs, but still noticed him grin with satisfaction.
His fingertips slowly sank inside. Even if MePhone wanted to get it over with as quickly as possible, he simply didn't have the courage to act. Not when Mr. Cobs was watching him. Not when Mr. Cobs knew what he was thinking.
On the other hand, it would clearly be a fair punishment for him.
MePhone closed his eyes. He wanted to focus solely on the sensations, to make the process less uncomfortable.
After inserting the entire length, he let out a stifled groan.
He could hear Mr. Cobs' contented sigh.
As much as he hated it, it was pleasant in a way. It was pleasant, like when they were close and Mr. Cobs praised him.
If he thought about it that way, maybe it would be better...
MePhone decided not to waste time increasing the pace; the main thing was to finish. That was what both Mr. Cobs and his own system wanted from him right now.
His fingers moved rapidly, pressing against the walls. MePhone tried to spread his fingers slightly when he pushed all the way in, seeking additional stretch to feel more... It felt good and painful at the same time. His insides ached from the sudden return of friction, which seemed to make him more sensitive. And the feeling of being watched was absolutely suffocating.
He felt good, but without words of praise from Mr. Cobs, it felt wrong.
He covered his mouth with his hand to stifle another moan. He felt that it would end soon.
Even though Mr. Cobs had heard him cry out many times, he just couldn't do it like this. It was too embarrassing. Too oppressive.
"Come on, Four," Mr. Cobs said in a quieter voice. "Look at me," he ordered and MePhone automatically followed. "Wasn't that what you were doing when you pleasured yourself a few minutes ago?"
This stinging reminder hit him again. MePhone looked him in the eyes, driven by both fear and love. No matter how much Mr. Cobs hurt him sometimes, he couldn't help but love him. He couldn't help but love the one with whom he had a special bond. A bond stronger than any... normal people could have.
Tears welled up in MePhone's eyes.
Mr. Cobs allows him to be so close. Allows him to look at him and touch himself. Allows him to be so disgusting, and yet doesn't get angry. He doesn't deserve any of this. Mr. Cobs is too kind. He could've punished him much more severely, but what he did was hardly even a punishment. He just lets MePhone suffer because of his own thoughts, when he could have just hurt him himself.
"M-Mr. Cobs..." MePhone whispered through his tears, no longer covering his mouth—it was useless. "Mr. Cobs..." He whimpered again. "I-I'm sorry... M-Mr. Cobs..."
His silicone walls tightened, and he felt liquid flowing inside. Even though his fingers remained inside, it leaked out and began to slowly drip down. MePhone shuddered.
"I... I'm..." His voice trembled. He was scared, and at the same time, he really loved it in a way. Just being with Mr. Cobs. That was what he loved about all their time together. It didn't matter what it was, tasks, technical check-ups, intimacy, anything else.
They were together. They loved each other. Everything was fine. Even if it hurt him. Even if he felt dirty and wrong.
"Adorable, Four," Mr. Cobs said, bowing his head with a satisfied smile. "Just adorable."
MePhone had no clue what Mr. Cobs was thinking right now. The main thing was that he seemed to be pleased with him. He wasn't angry. He didn't want to hurt him. So everything was fine.
Mr. Cobs took his clean hand again and placed the covering panel in it.
He looked appraisingly at MePhone's genitals, which were still dripping with fluid.
"Clean up after yourself," he said emotionlessly. "And don't do that again."