Disjointed (Zombie and hal7283) [18+]

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Ethan breathed out in relief when Michael assured him it was merely roleplay. He still didn't enjoy it too much, but perhaps if this didn't continue forever, he could deal with it. And still it felt weird when the doll caressed his back. Looking away, the man bit down on his lip, quietly sitting back on his heels, even as the accessories were taken off. "I really don't like this." He muttered out, looking up at the other. This was never what he wanted in any relationship, there had to be agreement from both sides.

 

The cold voice of Michael scared him, though. Reaching up, he took off the dog ears, setting them away. "Maybe I'm just... Tired." He sighed out, looking down at the ground. "I think I want to go to sleep for now. I don't feel right." He admitted quietly, not daring to look up at the doll for now. It felt really weird for some reason. He wasn't even sure if he wanted the doll to do anything to him, or with him, at least for today. Even the new stuff he'd gotten didn't excite him anymore. He felt somewhat ashamed for being like that... He was always willing to have sex, and now it just didn't feel the way it was supposed to feel.

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Michael was surprised hearing what Ethan said. For a moment he was speechless, after a moment Michael chuckled and smiled gently: "Yeah, I suppose it's about time you get exahusted. I mean you're supposed to relax and get some rest for a couple of days remember?" Michael took the collar off Ethan's neck, then pulled the tail plug out of Ethan's rear. He picked Ethan up easily and laid a gentle kiss on his cheek: "Now let's clean you up so you could rest more comfortably."

 

Michael took Ethan to the bathroom and cleaned him up as usual, then he helped Ethan to get dressed before taking him back to the living room, setting him down on the couch. "I'll start clean the mess up." Michael smiled gently before starting to pick up the packaging of all the toys they've unpacked, and after that he picked up the tail and went to the kitchen to wash it. He was acting as normal as he could, and tried his best to conceal the confusion he got.

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No matter how hard Michael tried to hide his confusion, Ethan could feel it, not even see it, as clear as day. He didn't say a single word throughout the whole time he was washed, simply letting the doll do what he felt was needed. Even as he was set down on the couch, the man stood up soon after to slowly get to the bedroom. Either something was really off with him, maybe even his body, or Michael had crossed a line he didn't know there was.

 

Getting into the bed, Ethan didn't bother with the light, covering himself with the blanket as he stared into the darkness. Perhaps he just had to sleep this off. With that thought in mind, he closed his eyes, hoping to fall asleep, but the sweet relief didn't seem to be coming. Instead, thoughts about this relationship as a whole began running through his mind, digging into it like worms. He gave up trying to fall asleep in half an hour or so, turning to his other side. He took his phone, keeping the light off as he began scrolling through it. He was waiting for Michael to come to him again. He wouldn't be able to just get through this alone, the doll had to be there too.

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After Michael was done with all the house work he went in front of the bedroom door, thinking if he should go inside and talk to Ethan. After a moment of hesitation he knocked on the bedroom door and asked: "Hey Ethan, may I come in?"

 

He didn't really wait for the answer before pushing the door open slowly, and went close to the bed. Sitting beside Ethan he looked down at him and smiled apologetically: "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable. Since you always ask for more and more, sometimes even I forget that you're but a normal person who has limits and boundaries."

 

Michael fell silent for a while, not sure what to do or what to say. He reached his hand and caressed Ethan's hair and said: "Remember the key you used to turn me on? You still have it right? If some day you found me annoying or whatever, just stick it to the back of my neck and turn the opposite direction. Then I'll return to the lifeless doll you thought I was when you bought me."

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Ethan opened his mouth to answer when he heard the knock, but it seemed like Michael didn't bother waiting either way. Sighing quietly, he set his phone away, staying still as the doll came closer. He laid quietly, right until the other mentioned the key and turning him off... That sounded horribly wrong.

 

"I won't do that." He said quietly, turning to his other side to face Michael. "That'd be like killing you, and I don't want to do that." He added, gently tugging him down. "Come 'ere... I can't fall asleep." He sighed out, waiting for Michael to lay down next to him.

 

"I am just a normal person... I really, really like sex, but some things are just not for me." He murmured, cuddling into Michael's chest comfortably. "I mean, I know you're not human, but you do understand that there's got to be understanding from both sides. Like, anything animal-related is just a big no for me. I hate it, it seems absolutely disgusting." He spoke honestly, just to make sure Michael understood. This was one of the few things he wanted to avoid at all costs. "The tail and ears I just got as accessories... You know, something cute. But the way you treated me with them... It felt gross." Ethan sighed, closing his eyes. He felt a bit selfish, but he really couldn't.

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Michaeel lied beside Ethan on the bed and chuckled gently. He said as he caressed Ethan's cheek: "I'm glad that we got that part sorted out. This may sound a bit weird but you have no idea how happy I am to learn that you have limits..."

 

Michael paused for a moment, then continued: "Sometimes it's scarry... to be with you. I feel like there's no way to satisfy you... whatever I do, howeverr I try, you'd always want something, better, stronnger, something more painful and demeaning... So I'm glad that I've seen at least one of your boundaries."

 

Michael shifted his body slightly and wrapped an arm around Ethan, he said quietly: "I think it's about time you Actually get some rest and a break from all the sex, and for REAL this time. Maybe you should also show up at work and meet your co-workers?"

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Ethan stayed silent, listening to Michael speak. Was he really like that? Perhaps he was... After all, the doll finally managed to give him everything he'd ever wanted. Of course he'd want it all, without realizing what his body could take sometimes. "I don't want just pain and sex, though." He sighed out, gently nuzzling his head into the other's chest. "I like cuddling, and kissing, and things like that too. I need them just as much as I need bodily pleasure." He spoke, easing into Michael's body.

 

"That's a good idea... Although I have met my co-workers." He murmured, feeling a bit insulted. Did the doll forget already that he went to work a few times? "Right now, though, I just want to sleep." He added, wanting nothing more than to just stop talking. He didn't want this to turn into an argument, and with Michael he often felt it was on the verge of just that. He was a doll. Perhaps he didn't understand many things. Maybe some he wouldn't ever understand, but Ethan had hopes.

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Michael smiled, shifting his body to get even closer to Ethan, and rubbing his cheek against the top of Ethan's head lovingly as he held him tighter. "I like cuddling too... more so than you could possibly imagine." He then giggled a bit apologetically sensing objection in Ethan's tone, and said: "You're right you did went to work a few times. I guess whenever you're not at home time just... fly by. Anyway, sleeping sounds good."

 

Michael held Ethan tighter and pressed a gentle kiss on Ethan's fore head, and muttered goodnight before closing his eyes. While he looked calm and peaceful, deep down he had never felt so uneasy, almost scared. This was the first time he got rejected outright like this, and it had certainly left its mark inside Michael's heart.

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Ethan felt relief washing over him when Michael said he liked cuddling too. Even if he was lying, Ethan could now be more at ease that the doll would understand what he wanted. He was programmed to satisfy his Masters either way, so at least for now he would continue doing his duty. Ethan breathed out slowly, letting his body relax entirely before slowly drifting off into deep slumber. One thing was obvious - he hadn't noticed any of the uneasiness in Michael. The doll hid it well.

 

In the morning, Ethan woke up a bit before his alarm clock would usually ring. Reaching over, he disabled the alarm clock in his phone, then sat on the edge of the bed. "Morning... Could you make something quick for breakfast? Just sandwiches and tea will do." He requested softly without even looking at the doll before standing up to go to the shower. It seemed like he was avoiding the doll, whether consciously or not.

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Michael stayed still during the following hours of Ethan's sleep, seeking comfort in the warmth and heartbeat coming from the man beside him. The next morning when Ethan finally woke up Michael felt like he had adjusted well enough to face Ethan again. He was surprised however when Ethan woke up by himself before the alarm clock, getting off the bed quickly and went to the shower, certainly a departure from his usual routine of staying in bed while Michael go make breakfast for him. "Perhaps he was feeling more energetic after a good night sleep?" Michael thought to himself.

 

He got off the bed and got dressed. Then he went to the kitchen and just like Ethan requested made a sandwich and some tea. All that's left was to wait for Ethan to come out of the shower.

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Ethan took a quick shower, washing off any sweat or traces of cum still left on his body, as well as giving himself time to think and get ready to face the doll again. He got dressed, his hair still a bit damp as he walked out of the bathroom and into the kitchen. He tossed a glance at Michael, a small smile stretching across his face before he sat down to eat.

 

"So... I don't really know when I'll get back. It should be around eight or so, but I'm not too sure. Just in case, have something prepared that you could cook quickly." He spoke, biting into the sandwich. His eyes closing, the man relished in the taste. Really, even such simple things tasted so much better when they were made by Michael. He had some super powers when it came to... Well, everything. Ethan opened his eyes, looking at the other again, this time his smile a bit bigger. "This tastes really good. Thanks." He said genuinely, leaning closer to press a quick, soft kiss to his lips.

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"Of course. I'll cook something nice for you." Michael replied with a smile as he watched Ethan biting into the sandwich. Seeing him enjoying the food he prepared always bring joy to Michael's heart, of course the compliment followed by the soft kiss on his cheek were certainly wonderful. Such small gestures were enough to ease the uneasiness inside Michael mind.

 

Afterwards Michael took the empty dish and cup to the kitchen for washing, and said goodbye to Ethan when he left the house. Without much else to do he grabbed a chair and sat on it quietly, waiting with endless anticipation for when Ethan would come home.

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Ethan was back surprisingly early, well, for him. It was just past nine when he walked into the apartment after having said goodbye to someone else. He seemed to be incredibly happy about something, even though it didn't appear that he had sex. Walking into the kitchen, he tossed down the bag, a few soft hums slipping past his lips. "Is the food ready?" He asked, sitting down on the chair at the table. This was probably the first time he didn't bring someone with him home. Well, a man did accompany him to his flat, but that was it. And still, he felt really satisfied.

 

"Oh, I already know that tomorrow I'll be late. Someone asked me out on a date!" He exclaimed happily, looking up at Michael. "I feel like I haven't been on a proper date in ages. I'm so excited~" He grinned, gently running a hand over his messy hair.

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Michael stayed still for most of the day, and only got up from the chair when it was around seven. He walked into the kitchen and began to prepare dinner for Ethan. Since Ethan was likely going to be hone late he decided against cooking something too heavy, and settled on making a chicken soup with vegetable. He hummed happily stewing the pot and the fagrance soon began to fill up the kitchen. When it was about ready he turned the heat to minimum just to keep it warm, and waited for Ethan to come home.

 

Hours later he finally sensed the precense of Ethan, but soon realized he wasn't alone. He was slightly reliefed when the other person left at the door and didn't come inside. "Welcome back Ethan. Just give me a second to heat it up for you." Michael smiled naturally as he turned the heat up again, and after a short while came out of the kitchen with the bowl of chicken soup as well as some bread, also the salt and pepper can just in case Ethan wanted to add it. He kept his calm hearing Ethan talking about his date, and asked: "A date, you say? That... that sounds wondeful! Who's the lucky guy may I ask?"

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Ethan smiled gladly after being told the food would just be heated up and served. Happy with that thought, he walked out of the kitchen and into the living room, settling down on the couch where he would be comfortable. When the soup was brought to him, he brushed off the salt and pepper - in general, he despised spices. Only the mildest ones could actually suit his tastes. He looked up at the question, a gleeful smile on his face. "The guy who walked me here tonight. He's Clark, one of my co-workers... He's, like, super nice. He said he knows this great place to eat, and I'm just so excited!" He cheered, clearly absolutely exhilarated.

 

Taking the bowl of soup into his hands, he began eating, crossing his legs for comfort. "Mmh... Your food is still the best though." He chuckled, patting the space next to him for Michael to sit down. "I actually thought you'd be jealous, but... I'm really glad you're happy for me. I'll still play with you, though, you can be sure about that." Ethan smiled softly, giving him a soft kiss on the cheek. "Ah, but I have to pick out something nice to wear!" He rambled on, immediately noting down mentally to wear some cute underwear, just in case it would get to that point. Even though Clark seemed incredibly nice, sex seemed to come to Ethan everywhere.

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"I only wish the best for you Ethan, whatever makes you happy makes me happy too." Michael smiled slightly feeling the soft kiss on his cheek. He watched carefully at Ethan's expression, who was certainty excited by the prospect of a new date. Michael kept his calm in appearance, but inside he was ravaged by a storm of conflicting thoughts and emotions. Even though Ethan said he would still play with him, the word "jealous" couldn't stop resonating in his mind. He looked around the room and his gaze stopped at the cage on the other side of the room.

 

Wouldn't it be nice if... if Ethan was locked in there and could never leave?

 

Michael opened his eyes widely, surprised, almost horrified by his own thought. No, this isn't right. He was a doll and it's the doll's purpose to serve the desires of his master, not the other way around. He shook his head slightly as if trying to shake the thought out of his head, and when Ethan finished with his dinner he took the dishes to kitchen for cleaning. The rest of the night went on uneventfully.

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Ethan was certainly satisfied with what Michael said. He wasn't about to read into it too much, if he said it, it had to be true. Why would a doll lie, after all? Besides, he really was excited to know he would be going on a date. A movie, then dinner, god, it felt like ages since the last time he did anything like this! Although this was super cheesy... He still adored it, honestly.

 

After sleeping, he awoke in a truly good mood. Stretching his body out, the man let out a soft hum, his joints cracking. He opened his eyes, a yawn slipping past his lips. "Morning, Michael." He murmured, seemingly better than the last morning, when he basically ran away from the said doll. He rubbed at his eye, slowly sitting up. He was so hungry... He wondered what was for breakfast. This time, he certainly didn't mind getting it to bed.

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The next day when Ethan woke up, Michael was relieved to find him in his usual mood, and usual habit of staying in bed while he prepare breakfast for him. While he was overjoyed seeing things had gone back to normal, the fact that it was probably due to his upcoming date left a bitter taste in Michael's mouth. Nevertheless he did his duties and went to the kitchen. Deciding to make something lighter he made a colorful salad with all kinds of veggie and fruits, top it off with a yoghurt based dressing. And also some toast at the side. He returned to the bedroom with the food as well as a cup of coffee, and set them on Ethan's lap.

 

"So Ethan, when are you going out for the date? Before or after lunch? I assume you won't be back for dinner?" Michael asked calmly. Even though he disliked the idea of Ethan going out for a date, he had to play his part of the loyal doll.

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Ethan smiled cheerfully as his breakfast was placed on his lap, gladly digging into the salad. While it wasn't something he'd pick for breakfast, it was still delicious, so he didn't complain. Besides, he didn't want to ruin Michael's good mood. Or make him jealous... Well, at least it didn't seem like the doll was experiencing any jealousy for him. He hid his true feelings very well.

 

"Mh? I'm going there right after work, so I won't be back home until late at night, or maybe even morning tomorrow." Ethan grinned, gulping down some of the coffee. Humming with delight, he relished in the incredible taste before stretching his arms above his head. "I've got to wear something nice, too... Like, attractive but still comfortable enough to sit in the whole day." He thought out loud, continuing to eat the salad. "Wanna help me pick something out?" He smiled widely, clearly in a really good mood.

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"I'm not really good with fashion. If you let me decide I'll just put you in a suit or tuxedo any day and everyday." Michael said as he took the empty plates from Ethan's lap. "But to be honest, you look great in everything...or nothing." He chuckled slightly and walked out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. Once he was there he sighed heavily and began to wash the dishes, since that's about the only thing he could do right now.

 

While he disliked the idea of Ethan going on a date, given all he had learned about Ethan so far maybe this man would just be another one night stand among the countless men he had probably slept with before, and would just like all of the others fade into distant memory. Michael was confident that he had brought more pleasure to his master than any men he had ever met, and doubt anyone could surpass him in this regard. But he knew better to believe that physical pleasure was all it takes to keep someone at your side, as human beings are complicated animals with thoughts and ambitions beyond just the physical sensation. Plus humans are but flesh and bones, sooner or later they would reach the age when they could no longer handle so much sexual behavior, and gradually loss the interest and ability for such things. When that day inevitably comes would Ethan still require his company?

 

Suddenly he realized how attached he had become towards Ethan. It's even beyond the love and loyalty he had for all of his past owners. With each owner it reached a point of farewell, whether it's in the form of him being shut down, or the owner's death, he never felt too saddened by them, as they were just the end of one life of service and the prelude to the next one. But in the base of Ethan, he found even the idea of parting with him to be unbearable, horrifying even. When Ethan emerged from the room fully dressed he complimented his look. After seeing him to the door he held Ethan's hand and said: "Have a good day, and good luck with your date, Ethan. But... please try to come back as soon as possible, okay?"

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Ethan laughed, shaking his head. Suits weren't really his thing, only during some special occasions. He thought he looked pretty good in them, like a man, not a guy. Those two words seemed really different for him. Small details, little things, they created the whole world, after all.

 

After finishing breakfast, Ethan went off to get dressed. Just in case, he put on a cute pair of lacy, pastel pink underwear. You could never be sure if things went to bed. But, if they did, he would be ready. He tossed in a vibrator into his bag, as well. On top he put on simple black skinny jeans, sure that they made his ass pop slightly, and a dark blue sweater over a white button-up shirt. He looked casual enough for a movie, and fancy enough to go for dinner in a more expensive restaurant. Checking himself out in the mirror, Ethan brushed a hand over his hair and turned to leave. He looked over at the doll when his hand was taken, a soft smile blooming on his face. "I'll be back when I can." He promised, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips before leaving the house.

 

Ethan only got back, as he suspected, early in the morning. The same man led him to his apartment, where they shared another kiss and then parted their ways. Ethan walked in, his hair messed up, a slight limp in his steps, and obvious hickeys on his neck. "I had the absolute best night of my entire life!" He exclaimed, throwing off his bag and shoes, walking to sit down on the couch. He had a loose, immensely satisfied grin on his face. "We went to the movie, then he brought me to this really fancy restaurant, and then... Then he brought me home, but, like, he was so good. And he wasn't even alone! Michael, there had to be at least four of them, and they made me feel so goddamn good..." Ethan trailed off, his eyes closing as the grin stayed on his face. "I'm probably going to see him... Them again in a few days..." He breathed out, stretching his arms above his head. It seemed like he was slipping away from Michael. Either the doll did something now or he would have to say goodbye forever.

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After Ethan left the house Michael sat still on the couch, waiting, looking blankly on the wall and not sure what to do. Throughout his long existence he had never felt so nervous, so uneasy, and so powerless; time had never flowed so slowly as each moment waiting for Ethan's return was painful, torturous, maddening! In his heart he prayed, not knowing to whom he was praying, that Ethan would be home soon, that he would come back as usual and hold him tight, embrace him with the usual sensual kiss, and let Michael dominate him, ravage inside him, and finally fall asleep all sweaty and slimy in Michael's arms. Michael had never craved something, or someone so badly before.

 

Hours passed by, the sun rose to its highest point in the sky, and gradually fell beyond the horizons. As the room slowly sunk into darkness Michael felt the same was happening to his mind. His mind, too, was sinking into an abyss. It was clear at that moment that Ethan wasn't about to come back home that day, and all Michael could do was to wait for the sun to rise, so Ethan, his own source of light and warmth, would come back and brighten his heart again.

 

And then, finally, he felt the familiar presence approaching. He noticed the other man was with him too but that wasn't important. He rose from the couch and waited with great excitement and anticipation for Ethan's approach, with every inch close he could feel, hear, smell, taste Ethan's being, but equally he could feel, hear, smell, taste the filth he was covered in. As the door opened he saw the happy expression on Ethan's face. He listened to Ethan describing the time he had with them, and how he was amazed by those men. Even though Ethan didn't say it out loud, somehow, Michael could tell that Ethan no longer needed him, maybe as a convenient servant and cook Ethan would still want Michael around, but certainly not as someone to have sex with, someone to go out with, someone to spend leisure times with, someone to... love with.

 

"Why.... what have I done wrong...." Michael lowered his head and muttered. His body began to shake and tears streamed down his cheek. Something not tangible, something that was not cogs and wires snapped inside his head. He raised his face up and looked at Ethan asking, crying, screaming: "Why! Why can't you be satisfied with me?! You're my reason, my purpose of being! I've devoted everything to you and yet... it's still not enough! You'd choose those men over me? Why?! What have those men done to you that was so amazing?! Numbers? Is that what it get down to? That you need more than one pair of eyes to look at you?! More than one pair of hands to touch you? More than one penis to fuck the shit out of you!? Is that it!?"

 

Michael rushed towards Ethan and with a swift strike of his hand knocked him unconscious. He caught Ethan before he fell to the ground. He tore the clothes off from Ethan's body and frowned as he saw the traces of last night all over him. His body shivered out of great anger and sadness. But quickly he clamed down. He found a rather large suitcase and put Ethan inside it. He got a few other necessities then dragged the suitcase out of the apartment.

 

He called a taxi and got to the outskirts of the city. He then got to a nearby house and "borrowed" a van, putting Ethan in the back seat and kept driving. Hours later he finally arrived at his destination, an abandoned factory located in the countryside. He found this place during one of his nights out learning about the surroundings, and found it a perfect place to hide. He'd even done some background research and learned that the place was left abandoned due to some complicated legal stalemates. He carried Ethan to a small, windowless room and handcuffed him to a thick, metal pipe. Then he left some water and food where Ethan could reach before closing the door behind him. He got to the car again and headed back for the city. He had a plan to win Ethan over, to bring him pleasure unimaginable, incomparable to any normal men could ever accomplish, to break Ethan down so much that he could no longer imagine a life without him.

 

But to do so, he needed materials, a lot of materials. And Michael just had the perfect idea as to where to get them. It wouldn't be difficult since he could smell the traces of Ethan miles away, and those guys had it all over them.

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Ethan was pulled from the memories rather harshly as Michael began... Screaming at him. Like that wasn't enough, he was crying. The man didn't understand what he was even talking about, and he wasn't given any time to react before he was knocked unconscious. Confusion and betrayal were apparent on his face the few moments before he fell. Why?.. What had he done wrong? Michael was just a doll, he was supposed to obey him... He should've used the chance to turn the key again. He should've seen this coming. The doll was dangerous, and now he couldn't escape.

 

The next time he woke up, he thought he'd gone blind. He couldn't see anything at all. Confusion was taken over by fear quickly. What started off as quiet calls for Michael, ended up him trashing around, screaming for the doll while sobbing. He'd knocked over the water and food without even realizing - he couldn't see them, after all. He was terrified of this, he didn't know where he was, why he was there, and most importantly - he didn't know whether he would live. His screams quieted down to whimpers, his body laying limp on the floor, tears rolling down his cheeks. He was done for.

 

By the time Michael came, Ethan was close to passing out. He was incredibly thirsty, hungry, and he'd managed to pee himself, so he was laying in a puddle of his own piss. The marks on his wrists were obvious, scratch marks here and there as well, as he tried to claw himself out of the handcuffs. He felt like something would kill him out here, and maybe he was right. Maybe it would be Michael, or maybe it would be someone... Something else, something living in this building, whatever it was. Ethan was horrified. He could die. And for what? For enjoying a night out? That just didn't seem fair.

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Michael returned to the room in the abandoned warehouse hours later. He opened the door and illuminated the room with a flashlight in hand. Michael walked up to Ethan, his "master", who looked strangely alluring laying in the pool of his own piss. Michael certainly didn't mind anything that came out of Ethan's body. He then saw the food and drink which was knocked over by Ethan in the dark.

 

"Ah... look at you, poor thing...you've made such a mess! You know what, it was my fault. I should've left a light around." Michael knelt down before Ethan and set the flashlight on the ground. He caressed his cheek lovingly. Here, I brought you dinner!"

 

Michael took out a lunch box and opened it, inside it were some rice, vegetable, and some nicely seasoned chicken. "Here, let feed you. Please don't struggle or I'll have to force feed you with a tube or something."

 

As Michael fed Ethan he began to talk, but it was less talking to Ethan and more like he was thinking out loud: "Oh...Ethan, my beautiful, beautiful master. You're such a wonder! I've never...never met a master like you! You amaze me with your evry move, every sound, every look! Everything about you makes me want to serve you, to make you happy, to bring you pleasure to no end, and I've tried! I've tried my best! But it's never enough ... whatever I do it was never enough... why? Every time I saw you with other men it breaks my heart... it make me felt like I was useless, that I've failed you! Why can't you see? Why can't to realize that I love you so, so ,so much? Why...Ethan... why am I not enough... why...?"

 

Michael continued his frantic rant until Ethan had finished the food. He took a bottle of water a put it next to Ethan, then he stood up and began to leave the room. "But don't worry Ethan... I think I got it...I think I know how to make you happy, how to bring you pleasure that no men could ever imagine, how to make you... make you....Mine...." He left the room and closed the door behind him. He then walked towards the large, empty space in the middle of the factory, where a dim light was hanging above a large table.

 

"Now then..." Michael muttered as he got to the end of the room, where several men was tied up and had their mouth stuffed. They mumbled in fear as they saw the doll approached. Michael picked up one of them and lifted him up easily, strapping him onto the large table.

 

"This is in the way.." Michael said as he removed the tape around the man's mouth and took out the cloth, and immediately the man began to plead: "Please! Please don't hut me! I'll give you anything you want? You want money? Or...or drugs?! I I can you those so please!"

 

"Ah.... sadly, it's YOU that I needed. Well more specifically, your parts." Michael said as he spread his hands, and suddenly they "split up" into countless thin metal arms, each had saws, knifes, clamps, needles, drills and many other strange looking instruments on them. The men on the table, as well as the others who were tied up on the ground were horrified at what they saw, realizing that their captor, whoever or whatever it was, was not human.

 

"This is my first time doing this so.... sorry if it hurts." Michael said as the countless arms went down slowly, and began to dismember the man alive. Screams echoed in the empty factory walls and Michael smiled muttering: "Just wait a little longer Ethan... I'll make you happy... I'll make you mine....."

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Ethan was nearly blinded by the sudden light. He squinted, a soft whimper slipping past his lips before he realized who it was. Even when remembering what the doll had said, he felt happy to see him again. Tears continued to roll over his cheeks as he opened his mouth obediently, eating whatever was given to him. He just had to wait until Michael came to his senses and let him go... Then he could turn him off for good.

 

Ethan looked at the other, a pleading gaze in his eyes. "I'm sorry." He muttered softly, right after Michael left. Love? Dolls couldn't actually have... Feelings, right? They were dolls. Just things to bring others pleasure... They couldn't feel love, unless their masters ordered them to. Was Michael defected in some way? His words brought even more fear to Ethan, though, even if he refused to admit it, there was a small part of him that actually liked the sound of that. He had fantasized about being alone with Michael, with no one else there, leading a perfect, sex-filled life. The thought of that still brought a twinge of pleasure into his body.

 

His hairs stood on their ends when the screams reached his ears. He closed his eyes tightly, a shudder running down his body. It took him a while to realize that... That the sounds had gotten him hard. The louder they were, the more pain they had in them, the more his cock throbbed. Ethan's toes curled as a quiet moan slipped past his lips. He attempted to move his hips to get some friction, a shaky breath leaving his mouth. He had to keep Michael happy, anyway... And what better way to do that than to just give up? Give into the things that made him aroused? The doll seemed to want to bring pleasure to him, either way. Ethan would simply let him do that, until he brought his guard down and he could run away... Or perhaps he wouldn't feel the need to do that later on. Maybe he would grow used to not seeing anyone else but Michael. Maybe he would become completely dependent on him. That didn't sound so bad... That didn't sound bad at all.