; ; I had already fast-forwarded through about fifty minutes of Dross ; alternately jacking off and sucking on the tip of his cock. The I-toy ; had let him come an amazing twelve times--he had never lost his ; erection. And he swallowed.
; ; Finally, he was speaking.
; ; "Hommard, I don't have any time so I'll get straight to the point." He ; said, labored. It was funny to hear him say that after he'd sucked ; down his own come for almost an hour.
; ; "You've seen the Integration Tool Y, or I-toy, in action. By the time ; you see this I'll probably be reduced to a masturbating machine--and ; I'm sorry you'll probably see that. I just can't help myself."
; ; Like I couldn't tell.
; ; "Let me finish!" He shouted to nobody in particular, slowing his ; masturbation. "It feels so good, Hommard. . . . Well, I'm the one that ; disabled the girls in the playroom--your Neuron wouldn't have done ; anything at all to them."
; ; Part of the mystery solved.
; ; "And I did it because I sensed an opportunity. My I-toy couldn't get a ; full grip on my CAT because I'd had it hardened to prevent ; hijacking. But it will. And I need an outsider, someone like you, to ; stop all of this." He raised his cock so I could see it fully, see the ; glistening scaffolding of the I-toy that ringed his shaft and balls.
; ; "Sorry . . . " He said. Another twenty-five minutes of fast-forwarding ; and an episode where his fist ended up in his ass later, Dross ; continued.
; ; "My apologies, Hommard. It's all consuming while it's reprotocoling ; the CAT. You know, you can feel your mind going with every orgasm, ; with every act of self-perversion? Nevermind--you know."
; ; I did know. Stimmed and reprotocoled right onto my back--but I nearly ; lost my mind when the memories came back, not when I had a dildo the ; size of a small city rammed into my ass.
; ; "My involvement is so very vague, now. I developed an improved sychro ; for the P-nerve combines. To keep the neural probes from being ; rejected by the CAT? I received the specs through several ; accounts--and was paid the same way. It only took me about a month to ; complete my contract. That was about four months ago. It's all on the ; Datasocket."
; ; He tried to look as serious as possible while he slid both hands over ; his cock, milking it. It would've been funny--if it weren't destroying ; the man.
; ; "It was by chance that I had the opportunity to let you in on ; this--I'm in charge of the local Meatmaking operation. Not by choice, ; but by reprotocoling. Dammit!" He gritted his teeth and, again, took ; another thirty minutes of unreal sexual self-stimulation.
; ; His I-toy was aggressive--I could swear it was unfolding inside his ; body every time he came. Slow increments of consummation.
; ; "Sorry, again," he said, "but I've already wired the payment to a ; special account. You can take the money and run, Hommard. But we know ; that won't work. After all, they'll know soon enough what I've ; done. Probably by the time you're seeing this."
; ; Indeed.
; ; "I know the kind of work you do--and I know what happened to you with ; the CAT IUs." He paused. "I was lucky you happened to be on the ; roof--and that you're curious." He started to stroke in earnest again.
; ; "The information you need to get the money is encrypted on this ; Datasocket. I won't remember it so it can't be extracted--later."
; ; He was fighting himself now, fighting to keep his lips away from his ; ripe, purple cockhead.
; ; "Stop it--find the source of the I-toys and stop them." He said.
; ; I just might be able to do that--although I was already probably dead, ; or, worse, Meat.
; ; "And please, please kill me if you get the chance."
; ; I just might be able to do that, too. But I figured that Dross was ; getting what he deserved.
; ; If I was really nice, I'd pull his plug--it depended on how much he'd ; decided to pay me.
; ; End of Part 4 ; [1 ; 2 ; 3 ; 4 ; 5 ; 6 ; 7 ; 8 ; 9 ; 10 ; 11 ; 12 ; 13] ; ;