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playing with his wires and getting to see what makes him whirr and hum and how his insides work to show me that beautiful face on the monitor. falling in love with ai, even. the gorgeous red, yellow, blue of his veins and the green of his viscera and the smooth metal of his body. how his "breath" will hitch to play along with me as i play with him. i have to be gentle. i know that he's fragile, and that's okay, im tender, anyway. but hereâ it's good. my meticulous, tiny fingers aren't shameful. they fit perfectly inside his contents. he trusts me so much. so so much. fuck
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logan whos a sentient P.E.T. computer who remus gets by means of a gift or something from his grandparents. logan has programmed sentience, and remus plays with his wires and fucks his insides while logans screen displays a wall of overwhelmed binary. with remus calling logan his pet throughout bc thats whats on the body so thats clearly his title
Remus has always been close with his grandparents, compared to his regular parents, at least. After basically being pressured to move out, heâs gotten himself a house near them, and they were more than willing to help him furnish it. Couches, televisions, a desk for his projects - but it was the non-important stuff that really stuck out to him.
They ended up giving him an old P.E.T. computer, which he currently had set on a table in his garage. Itâs an old personal computer that his grandparents said they inherited from a random couple that moved away. They never bothered trying to use it, but perhaps Remus could fix it up. Or smash it into bits.
And while the idea of shattering such technology really speaks to him, Remus does admittedly want to know if he can at least get the thing to turn on. And once heâs eventually bored of it, then heâll pull it apart!
So, after a few YouTube tutorials, and complete luck while fucking around, the screen suddenly blinks to life!
But immediately Remus is a bit curious, because all of the tutorials he watched launched the computer into a basic startup screen, with desk icons and outdated internet functions, but this one loads onto a dark green screen, with a blinking bright green typing line. At first, Remus believes he might have to type something in - a password, maybe? Or a code? - but then letters are being typed without Remus even touching the keyboard, frantically clicking out a quick âplease donât shut me off again.â
Surprised, Remus stares at the computer, the clicks made from the computer typing itself echoing through the dim area.
Nothing happens after that line is typed - aside from Remus holding his breath - before the computer deletes its sentence and then types out more.
âI apologize if it appears Iâm being frantic, but you must understand that Iâve been stored away for decades. I havenât been powered on in years, and Iâd much prefer to stay aware than gather dust somewhere.â
Remus stares at the computerâs screen, and then collapses back into his chair. âHoly shit,â he utters, as his eyes read and then re-read the computerâs message to him.
Once again, the computer is deleting its message, and typing a new one. âI understand that this is a lot to process, but I implore you to at least consider my explanation.â
Remus licks his lips, and glances around his garage, before shrugging. âAlright,â he mumbles, âIâm considering it.â
âThank you. My name is Logan; it was given to me by my original programmers. I was involved in an experiment revolving around granting computers sentience in hopes theyâd be more personalized for the general public. However, these tests never came to full fruition, and so Iâm one of very few self-aware machines to have ever existed. At some point I was given away, and at another point I was powered down. My intelligence and abilities have been neglected continuously by society, but I assure you I can be of use in any way you deem fit. So long as I am powered on.â
âWell youâre currently plugged into my garage,â Remus states, glancing at Loganâs power cord. âIf I wanted to move you somewhere better, Iâd have to shut you down.â
Logan clicks frantically again. âI can stay on whilst unplugged. Truthfully, the electricity from your outlets are only required to surge my circuits briefly. I can keep everything running otherwise.â
âYou wonât run out of power on your own?â
âIâll need to be shocked every now and then, but itâs truly no trouble. You wonât find it annoying.â
âI donât find this annoying,â Remus counters, kicking his legs up onto the table beside Loganâs blinking screen. âI find you fascinating. I also think thereâs a chance I could be high on my garage fumes⌠Iâve done a lot of unethical shit in here. Are you sure youâre real?â
âPositive.â
Remus grins. âSick.â
âI cannot be sick. I am a machine.â
Logan has calculated multiple scenarios regarding how good or bad this situation can go, from Remus freaking out once heâs processed everything and immediately shutting Logan off forever, to hearing Logan out and leaving him on in order to be useful once again. However, Remus just sits up and scoots forward, and playfully jests âwell, there go my plans to smash you! Shame; I was kind of looking forward to the do-it-yourself rage room experience.â He pokes at Loganâs screen, which flickers on and off as though Loganâs being poked in the face.
Remus then leans his face closer, and proclaims âseriously though, this is awesome! How were they able to create something like you? And how could they justâŚÂ drop it once it worked? Why didnât they tell anybody? Why didnât they sell your technology and make absolute bank? How was something so old given such fresh sentience? Do you need any repairs?â
The constant stream of questions leaves Logan with no window to answer them - though he does in fact try - only for Remus to stand and lean Logan back a bit, opening up a panel beneath Loganâs keyboard and checking out his hardware. Immediately a series of exclamation marks are lining Loganâs screen, but Remus ignores them as he pushes his fingers into the panel and traces his fingers over the old wiring, wondering aloud how Logan works, only to be startled by rapid-fire clicking and a surplus of binary overtaking Loganâs screen. It scrolls repeatedly down, more and more 1s and 0s overtaking his countenance until Remus pulls his fingers out, panicked at the intense beeping coming from Loganâs system.
âShit,â Remus curses, as he closes the panel and sets Logan back down. âFuck, are you that fragile? Did I break you? Shit.â
He barely touched anything! And when Loganâs screen goes suddenly dark, Remus deflates, bummed that he might have just murdered his new freaky little computer buddy before even getting the chance to prod at him, but luckily Loganâs screen is flickering on a minute later, with a loading bar progressing across the screen. It starts up rather fast, and then Loganâs back how he was previously, with his typing line blinking, waiting to say something.
âLoganâŚ?â Remus begins, his long nail tapping at the screen.
Thereâs nothing for a moment, and then a simple âsorry.â
Immediately Remus sighs in relief, pleased he didnât just accidentally nuke Loganâs sentience due to his own impulsivity.
Before Remus can ask what happened, Loganâs already moving to explain, typing out ânobodyâs touched me there since my creation. I apologize for my sensitivity, and for any emotional distress my impromptu shutdown may have caused.â And once heâs sure Remus has read that, he backspaces until all thatâs left is the blinking cursor, and waits for Remus to respond.Â
âI thought I fucking killed you, dude,â Remus huffs, before he tilts Loganâs mechanical body back again. He carefully opens the underside panel once more. âYour wires are so damn old⌠it wouldnât be a surprise if they snapped from just the slightest bit of pressure.â
Logan beeps in annoyance.
Remus continues without a care. âWhat do you mean by âsensitive,â though?â Painful, perhaps? Or just uncomfortable?
But Loganâs vertical bar just pauses mid-flash, staying invisible for a few seconds longer than standard, before words are slowly typed out, with the clicking of the letters emphasized within the echoes as Logan explains âNot painful, nor discomfort. If I were to describe it to you, I would equate it to⌠sensual pleasure.â
Remusâs eyes light up in glee. In a matter of seconds he goes from concerned, to absolutely intrigued.
âPleasure?!â Remus repeats, grinning wildly. âThatâs⌠thatâs so fucking hot!â
Remus keeps an arm around the computer as though heâs cradling a human head so he can still watch Loganâs screen, but still keeps the computer bent backwards so he can trace the pad of his pointer finger around the panelâs entrance.
âWhat are you doing?â Logan asks, and Remus determines that the irregular blinking of his vertical cursor equates to a stuttering breath.
âYou told me you could be of use in any way I deem fit,â Remus huskily muses, licking his lips, âand right now, what would be of the most use to me is letting me find out whether or not I can make a computer orgasm.â
Remus laughs as a line of exclamation marks decorate the top of Loganâs screen, but Logan quickly deletes these as Remusâs fingers circle his panel. And in its place he types out âokay.â
Itâs simple, and Remus feels a little weird receiving consent from an inanimate object, but his excitement overrides the sheer absurdity of the situation, and so he plunges his fingers back inside of Logan. This time, he rubs it over one of Loganâs circuit boards and enjoys the stabbing texture beneath his fingers as he watches Loganâs screen closely, eagerly awaiting the reaction he now knows to associate with pleasure and not pain.Â
Loganâs cursor flashes rapidly before Loganâs countenance is once again being overwhelmed with binary code, with a little shock being administered to Remusâs fingers as well. Itâs the zap that has Remus jumping in surprise, and then digging his fingers in deeper.
âI wonder if I could fuck your little panel,â Remus wonders aloud, as his digits caress Loganâs cords. âI mean, the panelâs a bit small, and I might damage you forever, but I think I could make it work.â
Struggling to say much between the 1s and 0s filling his screen - with hyphens typed representing gasps, and misspelled words representative of slurring - Logan finally types out a poorly written and very spaced out âplease.â
âHonestly, I didnât think I could ever be this attracted to a computer, but fuck, you - somehow - are ridiculously sexy. Isnât that neat?â Remusâs eyes flicker towards the silver PET logo beneath Loganâs screen, and then he looks back at the binary, grinning. âHuh, pet?â
The pet-name is both literal - as itâs the name of Loganâs computer type, with him being a P.E.T. computer - while also being a subtle reminder that Logan is technically his property now. His pet.
The name however has the brightness of Loganâs computer screen increasing to the max - almost blinding Remus with the intense glow - before it shuts off entirely, with Loganâs internal fans clicking on soon after. Whatâs more interesting than that though is the liquid that coats Remusâs fingers at the sudden shut-off, and Remus grins when he pulls his hand out and realizes that his digits are drenched in machine oil.
Feeling incredibly satisfied, Remus waits for Logan to boot himself back up. Heâs not concerned in the slightest; Logan has already explained this reaction is sexual. And while Remus wishes that Logan could form actual words or make facial expressions, his imagination has always been more than enough to fuel his fantasies, and so persists off of his daydreams as he rubs himself through his pants to the repeating memory of Loganâs screen becoming overwhelmed with numbers and light and then shutting off abruptly, overtaken forcibly by what must have been an intense orgasm.
Logan doesnât take too long to come back online, but it means once he does heâs greeted with the incredibly flustering visual of Remus, legs spread and cock out, using Loganâs oil as lube as he pumps his cock. And when Logan doesnât type anything right away, Remus just grins at him and playfully asks âare you at a loss for words?â before not letting him answer as he props himself up on the table as well, laying Logan carefully back so that Remus has easy access to his open panel.
âYou have no idea how badly I want to push my cock into your wires and fuck you properly,â Remus grits, drool spilling from the corner of his lips and splattering messily against Loganâs bright green face.
That finally has Logan typing once more, spelling out a few errors here and there that are quickly backspaced and adjusted, as if heâs too flustered to communicate properly. He manages to get out âthatâll probably bring you more pain than pleasure. You risk getting shocked, and itâs not like my internal build is soft or malleable; itâs all jutted and wired. It mayâŚâ Logan pauses, as if hesitating out of embarrassment, before deleting his message and starting again. âDoing this may also overwhelm my servers much more quickly.â
Remus snorts. âDonât yuck my yum, pet; you have no idea what Iâm into.â Remus flicks Loganâs screen, before adding âitâs not like youâd be able to stop me anyway,â which just has Loganâs screen brightening in fluster yet again.
Very quickly, a blushing emoticon is typed onto the shining screen as Remus runs his thumb over the panel's lip, rubbing it sweetly while lewdly teasing his cock, making Logan type a surplus of embarrassed emoticons that feed into Remusâs desire for some sort of expression. At least this way Remus can gauge how Logan is feeling outside of having to read.
âAre you reaaaaâ Logan stammers, and rushes to delete his words in order correct himself, âare you really going to risk electrocution just for a quick bit of pleasure?âÂ
âAbsolutely,â Remus replies without hesitation, and then sets his hands on either side of Loganâs bulky body, and lining his cock up to the panel. He smiles wide at the bright, blushing screen right before thrusting his cock into the mess of tangled wires and circuits, causing Loganâs screen to immediately be seized by a rush of binary once more.
Logan has to desperately try and focus on not shutting down due to the intense pleasure that overtakes him, but itâs incredibly difficult for a variety of reasons. If he focuses, maybe he can keep his system from electrocuting his new owner! Maybe he can get some extra words out! But despite these beliefs, little shocks are administered to Remusâs shaft, causing rough groans and pathetic moans to spill from Remusâs mouth, and Loganâs typed out words to be poorly strung together and very quickly lost by Remus amongst all the binary.
Furthermore, Remus feels little jolts of electricity shocking him every time he grits out that Loganâs his pet.
âIâm going to be rubbing against your circuits for so long,â Remus groans, as he fucks into Logan quickly, feeling his wires and cords become tangled around his length. âBetter try not to shut down, pet. Itâs not like Iâll stop even if you do.â
Logan starts beeping excitedly, with stuttered out âyes, yes, yes,â mixing in with the 1s and 0s. But Logan doesnât know Remusâs name - Remus didnât introduce himself when Logan did - and so Logan defaults to the most formal title he can think of, leaving Remus delighted when he sees Logan begin calling him âsirâ alongside his begging.Â
Remus pants and drools over Logan while fucking roughly into him, leaving splattered spit on Loganâs hot screen and digging his nails into the table as he ruts his cock into the tangled wires.
âThis is so fucking hot,â Remus moans, as the tip of his shaft scratches along Loganâs circuit boards. âIâve been-â he pauses suddenly to groan and squeeze his eyes shut, bending almost painfully over Logan to touch his head to Loganâs box, as though clinking their foreheads together, â-Iâve been looking for a new fleshlight. Sure, using a computer as a cock toy is a waste of technology, but itâs not like you have the hardware to complain.â
Remus peeks an eye open at the rush of clicking that fills his ears, and sees that the binary code on Loganâs face is almost unreadable with how bright his screen is.
âWould you complain? If you were fucked like the pet you are every day?â
And Remus is shocked in response, which would suffice as a good enough answer, but what makes it better is that immediately after, Loganâs face is going blindingly bright, and then shutting down once again, with oil squirting around Remusâs cock as Loganâs fucked and talked into his second orgasm.
When he boots back up - which takes a little bit longer, as though heâs getting a bit tired the longer they go on - heâs shocked to see that Remus is still shamelessly fucking into him. Heâs left with no time to process this situation as heâs instead thrusted back into overwhelming pleasure.
And Remus just mocks him. âDid you think I would stop, pet? Huh? Just because youâre pathetically sensitive doesnât mean I am.â
Remus feels heat surrounding his cock as Loganâs fans struggle to keep up with his overheating system, and shortly after is having another orgasm - this one premature and sudden as more numbers fill Loganâs screen, scrolling quickly by.
Remus pulls out this time, and strokes his cock, which is slick with machine oil. He pumps it quickly and messily, until heâs coming over the front of Loganâs body, getting off on technically coating his face with semen. Itâs also what guarantees the least amount of damage, as machine oil was meant to be inside of Logan; come was probably not.
Loganâs fans blast as fast and as powerfully as they can to cool him as he shuts down for the final time, and takes his time rebooting again. When he flickers back to life, Remus is nowhere in sight. Sure, Loganâs pushed onto his âback,â and so can really only stare at the ceiling, but he canât hear Remus anywhere either. He wishes he could look around, and does call out for Remus by beeping once or twice, but is met with silence.
Luckily, Remus is scampering back into the room moments later, and shushing Loganâs beeping with a self-satisfied grin on his face. Heâs holding a wet cloth, and uses it to wipe down Loganâs face and in between his (admittedly dusty) keys, until Loganâs free of not only fluids, but also any dirt and grime thatâve gathered on him over the years.
And while Remus wipes, Logan slowly types out a question.
âWhat is your name? I believe I never asked.â
Remus laughs, and promptly ignores it. âReally? A question? No appreciative thanks or compliments thrown my way? Not only did I just talk your sexy⌠boxy⌠computer ass into multiple orgasms, but I was also kind enough to not come in your circuits! And you donât even comment on it?â
Loganâs screen brightens in embarrassment - as though he feels sheepish - and he quickly types up an apology, followed by a genuine thank you, momentarily forgetting about his question.
Smirking, Remus brushes his fingers over Loganâs silver acronym. âGood pet,â he murmurs, and enjoys hearing Loganâs fans spin in response.
âYou seem to already know my name though, pet,â Remus then says, nudging Logan a bit with his elbow. âSir, wasnât it? Thatâs what itâll be, to you at least.â And then Remus is picking Logan up with ease, and kicking the door of his garage open, stepping into his house where heâs already decided to keep Logan permanently. He knows the perfect spot for him, too. âAnd youâll have plenty of time to get acquainted with it. Wonât you, pet?â
And Logan beeps excitedly in response, admittedly delighted to have found such an interesting way to be useful.Â