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Machines are intricate, yet predictable things. If one knew the ins and outs of their complex wirework and lines of code they'd know everything about the machine in question. Pull out this wire and everything will shut down, solder this piece to the board and the fans shall activate.
How utterly boring.
And so, in Sawyer's superior opinion, machines naturally paled in comparison to the unpredictable art of the human body. Why on Earth would someone prefer to tinker with machines when they could instead be experimenting with the delicate constraints of humanity, pushing them to their absolute limits in order to further the scientific goals of mankind?
So after waking up inside a machine body to call his own, it was safe to say that Harley was anything but pleased.
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[CLASSIFIED]
Experiment 1354 - The Doctor
Important Notice of Future Plans
December 18th, 1994
After a long period of consideration, we have finally decided upon our next course of action concerning Experiment 1354. Due to the limitations of keeping its consciousness within stationary screens, especially when it comes to accurately guiding the laboratory staff with following important procedures, we have given the greenlight to create mechanical bodies for it.
These bodies will be authorised for use whenever the laboratory staff need any hands-on assistance by 1354, and they shall all be securely stored in the server space beneath its brain chamber.
Once the first body is created, authorised staff are required to immediately lock 1354's consciousness within it and keep it trapped within one of the cells down in the prison for observations. Unfortunately, there's likely going to be a period of adjustment required for 1354 to adapt, so until that period has ended all major experimental works will need to be slowed down since 1354 will be unavailable for assistance.
Hopefully, after all this, 1354 will be a better help to staff. (Let's just hope we haven't made a huge mistake finally giving that arrogant asshole a body...)
Signed off by:
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Harley felt utterly pathetic. It didn't help when his subordinates would occasionally stand outside the glass window and watch him like a captive animal, gawking and laughing whenever he attempted to move. No matter how hard he desperately tried, the metal monstrosity he was being forced to inhabit simply would not cooperate with his mind.
This new body felt impossibly heavy, so much so that even the small task of lifting a finger took an incredible amount of mental strength. Harley spent so long suspended in the weightless void, consciousness floating around the space with ease in order to blip between countless camera systems. Seems like all that time away from basic motor functions has now left him incapable of performing them with ease. Harley was back to the basics, like a calf recently birthed from its mother, how utterly embarrassing...
With a small growl of annoyance, Harley finally gathered up enough mental strength to try again. There's no point in sulking on the ground, after all. However, just before attempting to lift himself up into a seated position - officially fed up of lying on the ground like a tossed ragdoll - Harley hears laughter from the other side of the glass, causing him to instantly freeze his attempts. "Now, look at this! How's the body fairing you, Sawyer?"
...Great...Just the last person he wanted to see...
Upon hearing the familiar snide tone, Harley musters up all his strength to finally turn his heavy TV head to the side, locking eyes with the blonde man smirking down at him from the protection of the observation room behind the glass.
"Leith Pierre...You have some nerve coming here." Harley snarls, desperately wishing that something would give him the ability to finally stand up and punch a hole through the glass in order to reach the man currently number one on his 'Who to Kill First' list.
In response to Harley's snarls, Leith simply gives Harley a big grin, arms crossed against his chest. "Aww, don't be so hostile! I'm only here to check on your progress," He states, "After all, I helped the design team come up with your new body. So it's only fair I get to see it in functioning order."
Upon hearing that, the eye on Harley's screen turns a dangerous red almost instantaneously. "So you're the one who put me in this monstrosity!?" Harley aggressively snaps.
"Ooh? I thought you would have liked having a body again. Besides, I think it rather suits you." Leith laughs out, only furthering Harley's boiling infuriation. So all of this was just a continuation of the suffering Leith Pierre wanted to inflict upon his life. Harley really couldn't stand this asshole, wasn't turning him into a glorified information database enough!?
"Suits me? You think this metal monstrosity suits me!? The limbs are absurdly long, it has digitigrade legs, there's wires exposed, what part of this suits me!? Just what was you thinking in the design room!?"
"Hmm...It looks animalistic? Oh right! And it doesn't have a mouth. So we can always just mute your speakers to shut you up," Leith jokes in response, giving Harley a bright smile. "C'mon then, Sawyer. Sit up straight. Show me some manners."
In response to the mocking, Harley only growls again and gives it his best attempt, forcing his hands to flatten on the metal ground beneath him. However, that's as far as his body is willing to cooperate, a fact that Leith picks up upon rather quickly. "Hm? Is that all you can do?" He asks, brow raised in questioning. Once Harley's eye glares red at him again, wordlessly answering his question, Leith suddenly bursts into deep, unrestrained laugher. "Aha! Seriously!? So the scientists observing you weren't lying, the great Dr. Harley Sawyer really is incapable of even lifting a finger!" He teases, looking down at Harley who remains unmoving despite all of the anger evident across his screen. "How pathetic-"
"Shut up!!" Harley booms, desperately attempting to move again to force Leith to cease his ridicule. But, just like every other attempt, Harley is only able to ever so slightly twitch a limb before returning to a completely limp state once more...
After finally being able to control his laughter down to only small chuckles from behind his fist, Leith speaks up again, eyes full of unabashed amusement towards the whole situation. "Oh my...Perhaps there's a malfunction happening. Maybe we should get that checked out..." He says before finally turning around and leaving the small observation room rather abruptly.
Assuming that Leith has simply left in order to inform a mechanic to come and inspect his body, Harley is free to snarl once more. "Insufferable pest..." He mumbles, closing his eye to try and calm the anger that's been threatening to boil over for the past few minutes now.
But that period of peace is soon interrupted when the sound of the metal door slamming open and closed from behind him echoes throughout the cell he's trapped in. Well, that was fast. He didn't expect there to be mechanics on standby-
"Now then, let's inspect your problem, shall we?"
Eh? Leith!?
Realising that it was him who stepped into his cell and not just some worthless mechanic, Harley returns to struggling for bodily control. If he can just get a modicum of strength - and probably luck - he'll be able to finally wrap his hands around Leith's neck and squeeze, to finally achieve the revenge he's so desperately been craving since Leith admitted to ordering his experimentation all those days ago. But despite all of the desperation, Harley is unable to do anything but watch as Leith kneels down in front of him, a mischievous smirk plastered across his face.
"Don't you dare touch me!" Harley snaps, giving Leith a dark glare when the man reaches out towards him.
But the threat lands on deaf ears, for Leith continues to reach out anyways, placing a warm hand on the back of Harley's neck. "If I can't touch you, how will I be able to check what the problem is?" Leith asks, popping open a thin hatch at the base of Harley's screen head with a small click. Harley, not particularly comfortable with the whole idea of Leith Pierre, the very man who tortured him with this form in the first place, now potentially going to tear out some important wiring from his head, begins to shudder as he attempts to get something to move.
However the shuddering only intensifies when Leith's fingers suddenly brush up against a thin wire connected to the back of Harley's glass screen, causing what sounds to be a small, garbled groan to leave his speakers.
"Oh, did that feel good? I didn't know machines could feel." Leith teases with an ever growing smirk, pushing his fingers deeper into the small hatch to push against even more wiring, this time brushing up against something that rips a low moan out of the doctor below him, screen glitching with crimson static as a plethora of expressions flash across the eye.
"W-What the fuck are you doi-ngghh..." Harley starts, cut off once more by a sudden electrical rush of pleasure that surges down his metal spine.
What...What was happening to him?
Harley couldn't feel his limbs anymore, instead all he could feel was the sudden flashes of pleasure that would overwhelm his system, flooding his head with a mixture of extreme desire and radio static.
During his human life, Harley was no stranger to the temptations of the human body, occasionally indulging himself with a sufficiently lubed up hand whenever the stresses of work began to overwhelm him. But even then, it didn't feel a fraction as good as it feels now...What he was feeling right now was toe-curlingly fantastic, shudders and sudders of raw, unrestrained passion that coursed it's way throughout every inch of his body, causing him to occasionally convulse a tad against the ground. And, with each and every twitch, Leith would laugh above him, an evil glint in the blondes eye before he pulled out his fingers entirely, wiping them against a pretty handkerchief to remove any excess machine oil that muddied them.
Finally able to straighten his mind again, now that the pleasure had subsided, Harley had just enough time to realise what his uncontrollable body was doing under Leith's touch. The thought of it caused another dangerous glare to appear across his screen, a large threat for the man to stop his games and leave him alone. "Now, that was surprising. I didn't expect all that to happen," Leith whispers out his lie with a wide grin, slowly letting his yellow suit blazer slide down from his shoulders, falling to the ground in a heap of fabric behind him. "Our feared Doctor, pitifully moaning on the ground because of his boss' fingers."
"Silence!" Harley shouts, "Don't you dare touch me again, do you hear me!? I'll skin you alive, you disgusting worm!"
"Lying is beneath you, Sawyer," Leith laughs out, beginning to slide his fingers down Harley's spiked metal spine. "Now I do wonder...What else could make you act like that again? We'll just have to do a bit more investigating, won't we?" And with that, Leith rolled Harley over with little grunt and a loud clang of metal as the robotic body limply slammed against the cold ground. Lying down on his back finally gave Harley a proper view of Leith, allowing him to stare in disgust as he notices the slightly flushed cheeks of the blonde.
Leith Pierre was a rather handsome man, that was an unavoidable fact and both Harley and Leith himself knew. Pristinely groomed blonde hair combed off to the side, fair skinned and an unblemished face with a naturally tall and skinny frame to boot. The man clearly took much pride in his appearance. The only thing that Harley could say was a massive turn off about the guy was the absolute rotten personality Leith posessed. He was an absolute, unabashed asshole. Someone so overly vain and confident in himself that whenever Harley had the displeasure of being in the same meeting room as him he'd always grimace upon first glance. Leith just naturally knew how to get under Harley's skin, even breathing strangely was enough for the doctor to cast him an eye roll in annoyance...So as Harley watched Leith stand up and slowly begin to settle down atop of his hips, essentially straddling his vast metal form, he wasn't quite sure why he didn't snap. Harley remained silent, instead... Completely and utterly dumbfounded by the display happening in front of him.
"J-Just what?-"
"I'm investigating the cause of your bodily malfunction, Sawyer. I don't know how many times I have to tell you this," Leith swiftly cuts off, tutting in displeasure. "All you have to do is relax."
"Relax!? How can I relax when you're shoving your hands where they don't belong!?" Harley snaps back, eye vicious and red once more. "You're a freak, Leith! I'll kill you for this, I swear it!"
But instead of backing away due to the threats, Leith simply snorts and pops open another metal panel, this time a rather large one in the centre of Harley's chest, revealing a multitude of coloured wiring that neatly spread out towards his spine. It was reminiscent to the human spinal cord and it's nerve groups, only this time being filled with traces of slick black machine lubricant instead of crimson blood and viscera. But Leith didn't give Harley enough time to inspect his new anatomy, instead plunging a hand into the newly opened crevice and gripping a handful of the neatly bound wires, giving them one firm, sudden tug.
It was as though Harley had completely disconnected from existence, for the second he felt the tug his entire system violently malfunctioned. Vision becoming clouded by the overlay of static that returned to roaring throughout his mind, soon accompanied by the whirring of cooling fans activating as Harley let out another garbled moan that filled the space around them, speakers glitching out in time with the eye on his screen. It was overwhelming, a sensation that overtook all of his senses, leaving him as nothing more than a crumbling mess.
This form of pleasure was downright inconceivable to his human mind, no amount of copulation or sexual endeavours in his previous body would have allowed Harley to reach the peaks he's feeling in this very moment...
However, there was one thing that stubbornly remained in the back of his mind. The sheer embarrassment of realising that the person making him feel all of these new sensations was no-one else than Leith Pierre...The person he hated the most in this entire world.
As Harley uncontrollably moaned and twitched beneath him, Leith took this as his opportunity to slowly begin grinding his hips down into the metal pelvis beneath him, occasionally applying enough pressure to rip a small breathy groan from between his lips. "Fuck, look at you..." Leith begins to chuckle upon noticing an unusual pink tinted static beginning to overcome the otherwise usually purple screen of the doctor. He isn't sure if it was the engineers who gave Harley the ability to blush in this form, or if it was simply something Harley was able to create himself, but it was definitely an interesting turn of events. The otherwise feared doctor, now blushing a pretty pink due to his actions. "Is our great doctor finally submitting?" Leith teases, biting down on his lip to hold back another groan when Harley's eye focuses a little to look straight into his own.
"F-Fuck you...Leith...I'd never..." Harley stutters out, clearly trying to hold back from embarrassing himself with even more with pathetic moans, but that plan is shattered with another small squeeze of the wires, forcing Harley to lose control once more. The purple eye on his screen glitches before turning half lidded in pleasure, almost rolling up into the back of his head. "Nghh...More, give me more- fuck!"
Pleased with Harley's reactions towards his actions, Leith chuckles and runs his free hand over the compact middle section between Harley's pelvis and torso, steadying himself so he can grind down even harder to chase his ever growing lust.
"More? Is that begging I hear?" Leith smirks, tugging and squeezing harder to push Harley to twitch and whine even more for him. The mere sound of it all echoing throughout the cell is enough to turn Leith on, the tightness in his dress pants becoming vastly more uncomfortable with each debauched moan the doctor produced. It's utterly filthy, a sight much more fitting within an artistic porn VHS instead of the workplace, but right now Leith couldn't care less, he'd deal with any potential consequences later. Right now he was much more interested in chasing his desires and fulfilling a rather strange fantasy he kept hidden in the back of his mind...The overwhelming desire to make the arrogant doctor finally submit to his authority.
Harley was always so stubbornly defiant, constantly disobeying direct commands given to him by Leith, or the other higher-ups, due to feeling like he was superior thanks to his immense intellect. So on much more lonely nights, Leith was rather ashamed to admit he'd once or twice imagined the quite handsome doctor finally giving in, kneeling down beneath his desk to allow Leith to finally show him who was the boss here...With pretty lips wrapped around the head of his throbbing cock, saliva dripping down to the ground while Harley glared up at him from beneath tear pricked eyelashes and fogged up glasses.
It was truly a shame Harley had to lose his human form, it was definitely pleasing to the eyes...Oh, how Leith would have loved to see it bent over against the grand mahogany of his office desk, to dig his fingers into the plush flesh of hips as he thrusted...But, Leith couldn't be too picky right now. Besides, the upside to all this was that machines could easily be manipulated into doing anything their users wanted...Completely and utterly predictable.
The fans of Harley's body whirred even louder as he approached his mental limit, the tugging of sensitive wires pushing him closer to the precipice of a full system shutdown, something Harley didn't really know whether to be terrified of or not. What would happen if his systems shut down and malfunctioned? Would it blow a fuse in his brain chamber, rendering the life support machines completely useless and killing him on the spot? But despite the panic that tried clearing Harley's mind, Harley was still too busy being overwhelmed by the fog of immense pleasure.
"Oooh fuck...Leith...Oh please..." He mumbles, the glitching of his speakers increasingly in intensity the longer he spoke.
In response to Harley's pathetic begging, Leith raised a brow. "Yes, Sawyer? Spit it out for me. What do you want me to do?"
"Make me cum." Harley finally demands, the words making Leith respond with deeply amused laughter and another forceful grind into his steel pelvis.
"Make you cum? I'm not quite sure if that's even possible for a machine..." Leith starts, adding to the moans in the room with one of his own after finally letting go of his own mental restraints. "But, since you've been so entertaining, I'll be merciful...And give it a shot."
And with another single hard tug to the wiring inside, almost completely pulling them out from the confines of Harley's chest cavity, the doctor finally short circuits with a loud gasp and a loud electronic 'pop', screen going all black after being completely overwhelmed by a sudden influx of static and glitches.
The room had now plunged back into complete silence, no longer does the twitching of limp limbs rattle against the metal flooring, or does the moans of the arrogant doctor plunge the area in debauchy. Instead, all that can be heard is the light pants of Leith who looks down at Harley to make sure he didn't accidentally just kill the man the company, unfortunately, still needed.
"Harleeeyy?..." Leith starts, leaning forward so he can look closer at the screen, trying to notice any signs of life. But it doesn't take long before the eye snaps back onto the screen, half closed and slightly teary, displaying an emotion Leith could only describe as complete exhaustion. "Oh good, I thought I killed you." Leith sighs out in slight relief, beginning to sit back again while reaching out towards his discarded blazer in an attempt to retrieve it. However the action is immediately stopped when a large metal hand wraps itself around Leith's wrist, causing the man's breath to catch in his throat.
"Where do you think you're going?..." Harley starts, voice finally starting to return to it's normal tone as he applies more pressure on Leith's wrist. In response, the man's eyes widen in a primal mixture of immense terror and shock.
Harley was moving...
The bodily malfunction had seemingly fixed itself with a simple system reboot, allowing Harley to gain full access to his motor functions. No longer did his body refuse to cooperate, instead it was filled with the familiar strength required to move and thrive...So, it really was the body's issue, it wasn't Harley who was too weak to operate it...The reminder that his insufferable ex-colleagues laughed and belittled him over something that wasn't even his problem made Harley dangerously snarl, focusing entirely on Leith who was now completely trapped in the cell with him.
"Oh Leith..." Harley started, the smirk evident in his tone of voice as he started to move, easily overpowering the struggling man in his clutches, forcing him off of his body and down onto the ground where Harley once lay. "I bet you're beginning to regret this now, aren't you?"
"Sawyer! Don't you dare!!" Leith practically screams, continuing to thrash and resist the strong hold Harley had him trapped within. "If you kill me everyone will know! You'll be disconnected from those machines keeping you alive as fast as the news can travel!" He threatens through clenched teeth, but Harley only gives him a pleased expression in response.
Instead of instantly killing him like Leith expected from the sadistic doctor, Harley instead wraps a hand around Leith's neck, an action that causes the blondes eyes to widen before he opens his mouth to scream. "SOMEBO- Mmph!!" He's cut off when Harley's opposite hand covers his mouth, a chuckle leaving his speakers.
"Leith, there's no point in screaming now. You did this to yourself..." Harley starts, eye full of great amusement now that he had the cause of all his suffering thrashing and grumbling beneath him. "So you must admit, it's only fair that I get my just desserts, no? It's time for me to indulge in a little bit of experimental fun." And with that, Harley slowly lets go of Leith's neck after giving it a quick warning squeeze, gathering up the man's wrists and pinning them above his head before finally lifting his other hand from Leith's mouth. Now that he couldn't use his hands to attempt to push Harley away, Leith attempted to use his legs, but that too was restricted when Harley made sure to straddle them tightly between two metal thighs. Internally, Leith makes sure to curse whoever decided to make Harley so tall, for now the huge 7ft mechanical beast was easily towering over him and making sure to show him just how pleased he was with this current predicament. Harley had no right to be so confidently grinning like this, only a few minutes ago he was practically putty beneath Leith's fingers, begging for release!
"Get the fuck off of me..." Leith snarls this time, eyes narrow and dangerous as he tries his best to wiggle out of this impossible bind Harley was holding him down in. But it was utterly useless...He couldn't even squirm, nevermind completely free himself! Instead, all he could do is watch as Harley's free hand starts tracing it's way down his chest, metal finger bending itself under a button in order to pop it right off of Leith's shirt. It was a blatant display of strength and arrogance, and it successfully got under Leith's skin. "You'll have to pay for that, Sawyer!"
"Oh please, you're so focused on a simple shirt right now? Ha! What else did I expect from our great Leith Pierre, Head of Innovation and CEO of Playtime Co.? ~" Harley teases in response, tearing the rest of the expensive shirt open with a swift motion. The delicate fabric tears and rips with ease, as if it was merely tissue paper to the doctor. In response to suddenly being exposed, Leith shudders as the cool air gently brushes against his skin, a small rosy tint reaching his cheeks from the sheer embarrassment of being seen like this.
This was not how today was supposed to go! Harley was supposed to be the one still lay on the ground, twitching and moaning as Leith indulged in his rather obscene fantasies! Not the opposite!
But as Leith gritted his teeth in realisation that he was most certainly no longer the man in control, Harley had continued to trail his metal fingers downwards, only stopping once he reached his goal. Right in the centre of his dress pants was an unmistakable bulge, something that hadn't gone away during their entire period of squabbling. Now only inches away from it, Harley let out a breathy chuckle and cupped it in his palm, relishing in the choked off moaning sound Leith was incapable of holding back.
"Nhnn..." Leith softly groans, ever so slightly rolling his hips against Harley's palm for any sort of temporary relief. The pathetic action only causing Harley to chuckle even deeper.
"Now then, who's finally submitting to who, again?" Harley snickers, refusing to give Leith what he wants by keeping his hand completely still.
"Says the one whimpering before...Right now...Let's just say we're equal..."
"Equal? Us?" Harley starts, slowly beginning to fiddle with the straining zipper on the front of Leith's pants. "I think you're forgetting who's superior here. Despite your best attempts, it's still me who overpowered you in the end." As he hums, Harley finally pulls the zipper and pants down, taking the thin blue boxer shorts down with them. Now released from its restrictive confines, Leith's cock springs out, hitting against his lower stomach with a small 'plap'. The poor red tip already beginning to leak precum against his pale skin, twitching pathetically with need.
Now that Leith finally lay bare, Harley took a moment to inspect him with an almost clinical stare. This was an incredibly rare moment, after all. When else would Harley be given the chance to see his insufferable former boss like this? Naked and almost completely dishevelled...
If Harley was in a cruel mood, he probably would have taken a picture of the scene and emailed it to the entire company. If Leith wanted to ruin Harley's life, it would only be fair to ruin Leith's...But Harley dismissed that idea, not wishing to stoop down to the pathetic level of petty revenge porn in order to get his ideal recompense. Besides, the idea of Leith having to hide the sinfully lewd memory of all this in the back of his mind for the rest of his life was way more of a fun plan, in Harley's opinion.
Harley did however take that aforementioned picture, storing it in the deepest, most private parts of his personal database, locked away from any potential prying eyes. It'd be something nice to reminisce upon later in his long, now immortal, lifetime. And, well, it'd probably get a great laugh out of him!
"The curtains match the drapes, hm?" Harley teasingly points out, beginning to laugh to himself when Leith tries kicking his leg up in an attempt to punish the doctor for teasing him.
"Shut up..." Leith mumbles, beginning to bite down into his lower lip once more. He really wants to curse his traitorous body for betraying him, revealing to Harley just how much this whole situation was clearly turning him on...Being pinned down on the ground by a robotic sociopath who most certainly wanted him dead, who could definitely crush his throat with ease but was seemingly restraining himself from doing so...
Well, Leith didn't knew he seemingly had a danger kink. That was probably something to add to the back of his mind for later...
Starting to become rather impatient with everything, Leith tuts his tongue to catch Harley's attention, making the doctor look up at his face instead of continuing to stare down at his exposed body. "If you're going to touch me, get it over with, already..." Leith huffs out, giving his wrists a small pull to cause Harley to tighten his hold on them. That would definitely cause some significant bruises later. Seems like Leith would have to wear some comfortable gloves to work for the next few days, if he managed to get out of this in one piece, that is...
"Oh? Getting impatient?" Harley questions before his eye displays the most pleased expression it could muster. "Alright, if you insist. The Doctor shall see you now."
With a swift motion, Harley finally wraps his hand around Leith's twitching cock, starting to meticulously pump at a rather swift pace. Leith, who was already at the peak of sensitivity due to having to wait so long, couldn't prevent the loud gasps and groans that filled the air, closing his eyes tightly to force down the feeling of immense pleasure that had already began spreading throughout his entire body. "S-Sawyer...Slow down, fuck! Why are you going so fast!?" Leith loudly scolds, peeking open an eye to watch Harley closely. It would be incredibly embarrassing if he cum so prematurely due to just how rough Harley was treating him, and he knows Harley would excessively tease him for it. He'd never be allowed to live it down, a constant, embarrassing memory that the great Leith Pierre cum in under 20 seconds due to the ministrations of Dr. Harley fucking Sawyer...Tsk, he refuses to allow Harley the opportunity, so he merely bites down on his lip even harder, almost causing it to bleed from all the force.
"Mhn? You don't want me going fast?" Harley asks, finally slowing down his motions to allow Leith a moment to finally breathe. Thank God! He felt like his dick was going to be torn off! "I thought you might have liked it fast. After all...The longer we're here, the chance of the observational scientists walking in on us grows..." The smirk is audible on Harley's tone, making Leith glance off to the side with a little glare.
Leith knows it would be absolutely devastating if he got caught like this. Trapped in a cell, moaning and gasping like a cheap fuck as the doctor pinned him down and gave him a sloppy handjob. His entire reputation would be completely shattered...But, despite it all...The thought causes Leith's cock to leak even more precum over Harley's fingers, twitching even harder in his metal hand. The action makes Harley even more bold, giving Leith a shocked expression before starting to laugh in surprise.
"Oooh? You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Harley whispers, beginning to lean down even lower so his TV head rests ever so close to the side of Leith's head, almost akin to whispering into his ear. The purple hue of the screen casting a rather pleasant glow over Leith's skin.
"Ngh...Sawyer..." Leith warns, but the doctor ignores it. Instead, Harley continues to whisper, the pace of the pumping ever so slightly beginning to increase the longer he talks.
"Could you imagine?...The observational scientists walk in and are met with this surprising sight! Their CEO...Their boss...Willingly letting the company's most important experiment fuck him on the ground." As he speaks, Harley's pinkie finger ever so slightly begins to brush against Leith's hole, something that makes Leith groan and try to squeeze his legs tightly shut. "They'd stand behind that glass and gawk. Perhaps they'd even relieve their own carnal desires to the sight...What would they think of you after that, hm?"
Leith, who was now actually beginning to get rather scared of the thoughts Harley was putting into his mind, despite his voyeuristic kinky side screaming in interest, makes sure to shake his head quickly in response. "Fuck- No, don't say that!"
"But you liiikke itttt...~" Harley taunts, slowly starting to insert his pinkie finger into the rosy, needy hole with a chuckle. Right now Harley was actually quite thankful that this new machine body came with such an absurdly tall stature, for his human body would have never had hands large enough to be able to pump Leith's dick while also finger-fucking his hole.
The sudden new intrusion is enough to push Leith closer to his peak, a rather loud, debauched moan echoing throughout the room as the cold, metal finger slid its way deeper inside him. It only stopping when it gave a small brush to his prostate. "Oh fuck! Sawyer!..." He whines in a breathy tone, squeezing his eyes shut again before suddenly resting his forehead against the glass of Harley's screen. The mild tinge of static electricity coming off of its surface almost tickles as it kisses his skin, while dishevelled blonde locks of hair, slightly tacky from the humidity of sweat, sticks to the glass.
If someone from the outside saw the scene, it could almost be described as rather romantic and sensual...And it would have been, if it was two lovers entangled in the throes of pleasure instead of two men who absolutely despised one another, essentially hate fucking to relieve their tensions.
Harley, surprised by Leith's tender action, continues to stare at the handsome face now pressed up against his screen. Without him even knowing, the pink static blush starts appearing across his screen again.
Urgh, what was he thinking!? Leith Pierre wasn't someone to be getting all flustered over! But instead of continuing to scold himself over his quick thought of 'wow, Leith is actually quite stunning like this', Harley narrows his gaze and increases the roughness of his actions.
It was all becoming incredibly overwhelming...The feeling of his cock being essentially milked as his prostate gets abused by a finger, it all accumulates to Leith finally letting out a long snarl from deep in his throat.
"Ahh...Harley, if you don't make me cum immediately I'll fucking kill you for good..."
"Oh fiinee, demanding aren't we?" Harley begins with the roll of his eye, deciding to finally cut his experiment short and give Leith what he's asking for.
With one more good twist of the wrist and a curl of a finger, Leith's internal restraint finally snaps...He doesn't know how loud he moaned or how much he came over Harley's hand, for all Leith remembers is practically blacking out when release surged over his entire being. It was only when he finally came back to his senses that he slowly opened his eyes back open, watching as Harley held his soiled hand out to the side with an expression of disgust.
The doctor was now sitting back up straight, having let go of Leith so the man can finally move again. "Urgh...Disgusting." Harley grumbles, giving Leith the most disgusted expression the screen could possibly muster. White ropes of cum trickled down from Harley's fingers, seeping down into the metal crevices and joints before falling to the floor with small wet splats.
Leith, pleased he could finally move again, starts eagerly regaining his composure and face, pulling up his pants and grabbing the yellow suit blazer he had discarded to the corner of the room a while ago now. "Tsk, don't look at me. That was your decision to make." Leith scolds, holding onto the side of the window in order to wobbly stand back up, legs starting to feel like jelly as his body recovers from the pleasurable abuse it just had to endure.
"My decision!? Aren't you forgetting who came into this cell and harassed me first?" Harley snaps, reaching out to grip the end of Leith's broken shirt, now permanently fully open due to the lack of buttons to keep it closed. Before Leith could even question what Harley was doing the sound of fabric tearing apart filled the space.
"What the-!? Sawyer!!" Leith screams out, glaring down at Harley who uses the end of the torn off shirt to wipe the mess off of his fingers, as well as clean it all up from the ground. The bastard not only destroyed his shirt by popping off all of the buttons, he has now torn off the bottom to use it as a makeshift cumrag...The nerve...If Harley was still on a payroll Leith would've taken the money out of it for a replacement! Did he even know how expensive this shirt was!? "You bastard!"
Not caring for what Leith had to scream his way, he tosses the soiled, bundled up end of the shirt towards him, snorting when Leith, despite his wobbly legs, makes sure to step aside to dodge it so it wouldn't have to touch him. "You're so sensitive. Just buy a new one."
"I wouldn't have had to if you didn't destroy it, just to be a prick!" Leith snaps back, releasing a huff as he slides his blazer over his shoulders, buttoning it up so he can at least cover himself to the best of his ability. Tsk...He'd have to take an emergency work break to rush home and replace his clothes now. Leith can only hope no-one notices him hugging his blazer shut as he rushes by them in the halls to get to his car...
Now that the pair of them were sufficiently less dishevelled, Leith glances up at Harley, who gives him a questioning look in response. "So...You're not going to attack me, yet?"
"Why? Do you want me to change my mind?" Harley comments, crossing his arms before sighing. "Just shut up and leave before I start feeling less merciful. If I see you again, I'll make sure to squeeze the life out of your eyes."
Despite the threat, Leith simply laughs and starts his slow walk towards the exit door, taking his executive keycard out of his pocket to hover it near the scanner. "Well then...Good riddance, Sawyer. I hope we never have to cross paths again."
And with that, Leith Pierre left the prison cell, the metal door slamming shut behind him to solidify his exit.
Harley, now completely alone again, merely brings up a hand to his screen and sighs. A long, mentally exhausted sigh...Something that fully conveyed the throught running through his mind.
"What the fuck did we just do?..."
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What an interesting turn of events that was.
As I sit here now and write, I reminisce upon the scene with a profound grimace.
Just what on Earth was running through my mind to prompt me to do that with him of all people!? Perhaps I should go and get my head checked, surely some screw has come loose!
Although, unfortunately, I must say...I would be rather remiss if I didn't mention just how good it all felt. Tsk. Fuck Harley Sawyer. I'm glad I never have to lay my eyes upon him or hear his damn voice ever again, I'll leave the poor laboratory staff to deal with that arrogant prick from now on. Good riddance.
Ah yes, before I forget, I'm also writing this as a personal reminder to reassure myself that the cell camera footage of that day has been deleted by yours truly. If someone questions why it was deleted by executive order, it can always be brushed aside with a quick dismissal.
...I'll probably burn this letter later. But for now, I'll leave it hidden within my desk. It'll be a momento. A memory of a fleeting moment in the past.
So if you're seeing this?
You better start running.
The second you opened this drawer in my office, it set off an alarm. So rest assured, friend! I'll be right there to see you when I have the time! It'll have to be my responsibility to show you exactly what happens to overly clever snoopers, like you, here at Playtime Co.!
Trust me, there's nowhere you'll be able to hide.
Regards,
Head of Innovation.