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Amsterdam, 2015
By Bill

He stepped off the mag-lev train at Amsterdam's Centraal Station, 
jostled by the crowd of Dutch commuters heading to their jobs in 
the center city.  He, in contrast, had just arrived on an 
overnight flight from America.  The sleep meds had worked exactly 
as advertised -- 5 hours of sound sleep on the plane, followed by 
a smooth boost of energy that kicked in just before he landed. 

He took the micro-PC from his pocket and brought up the website 
of his destination.  His thumb manipulated a few icons on the 
screen, and the gentle voice transmitted to his ear implant gave 
several suggestions for getting there on time... on foot, the 
tram, a taxi, bicycle rental, canal taxi-boat... with a few 
cogent details of each.  He pressed a button to select the first 
option -- a leisurely stroll on this beautiful Spring day.  It 
was 8:30 a.m. local time... a half hour until his appointment.  
He'd have plenty of time to get to the place.  His only luggage 
was a small leather carry-on slung over his shoulder -- just 
enough for his 24-hour stay in the Netherlands -- as he set off 
through the bustling center of the historic city, with the calm 
natural-sounding voice inside his ear giving directions. 

In 20 minutes, the man was strolling on a peaceful side street 
along the Herengracht canal.  Centuries-old townhouses lined both 
sides of the placid waterway... once the homes of wealthy 
families with many servants; now mostly converted to apartments, 
boutique hotels, and small business offices.

When he got to the correct address, it was as discrete as he 
could have hoped for.  The only indication of the business within 
was the small polished-brass plaque beside the door that said 
"VB, Ltd".  Entering the door, he immediately stood before a 
receptionist at a small desk in the foyer.

"Goedemorgen!" said the middle-aged woman with a smile.

"Good morning," he replied, guessing at what her Dutch greeting 
had been.

She touched the computer screen on her desk. "Ah; you would be 
Mr. Watson?" She switched to English, with only a slight accent. 

"Uh, yes,"  he said, blushing slightly.  He had seriously thought 
of making the reservation under a pseudonym, but finally decided 
it was silly to worry.  This was against the law in America, but 
he was in the Netherlands now, where it was perfectly legal.   
"I'm a bit early for my appointment.  I hope that's not a 
problem."

"None whatsoever. You are our only client right now, so we are 
completely at your service.  Shall we get the payment taken care 
of first?" she asked.  "As you may know, the fee at is 1,500 
euros for the first hour.  You have reserved only one hour, but 
we are not at all busy this morning, so you may extend the 
session if you wish, at 750 euros for each additional hour."

Even though he already knew what the price would be, the muscles 
of his face still winced a bit at spending so much for something 
so self-indulgent.   But the idea of the second hour definitely 
appealed to him.  "Let's make it two hours," he said impulsively. 
"Do you accept implant?"

"Certainly," she said, and took a small scanner pad from her desk 
drawer.  

He held hand a few inches above it, palm up, and in 3 seconds it 
gave a beep. He pressed the button to approve the displayed 
2,250-euro charge and keyed in his PIN.  

"Thank you," she said, and put the pad away.  Then she touched 
her computer screen a few times.  "You did not pre-select one of 
our models, so I have asked Lukas to show you to a lounge and 
assist you in making your selection, Mr. Watson."

As she spoke, a handsome young teenager entered from an interior 
door.  The sexy blond boy looked instantly-familiar to the man, 
but he couldn't remember from where. Then he realized it... the 
boy was identical to the model in a series of photographs, taken 
in the 1970s... 40 years ago.  He even wore the same clothing as 
in some of the pictures the man had viewed on-line -- snug shorts 
made of black leather, and a red tee-shirt.  It was as if the boy 
standing before him had stepped out of an old familiar photo.

"Welcome to VirtualBoy, Mr. Watson.  You will follow me, please?" 
he said in accented English.  The expression on his face was 
cheerful, but showed a healthy dose of sensuous flirtation.

"Excuse me, uh, Lukas," the man asked as they walked down the 
hall, "but are you a...." His sentence trailed off uncompleted.

"A virtual?" he said, filling in the proper term. "Yes, I am." 
The mischievous gleam in his eye and his warm, sexy smile made 
the man's chest tighten.  Lukas winked as he opened a door.

"Here we are.  Please to make yourself comfortable."

The room could easily have been the small living room of an 
apartment... comfortable furniture, soft lighting, a 2-meter-wide 
monitor on the wall.  Lucas handed the man a video tablet that 
displayed thumbnail pictures of boys on its screen. One of them 
was Lukas.

"All of the boys displayed on the screen are available now for 
your 2-hour session. You can run a short video of any of them by 
touching the picture. Double-touch, and the video will display on 
the wall monitor.  The language option has been pre-set for you 
as English, but you may change it by pressing one of the options 
along the left side of the screen."  The man quickly scanned the 
selection... 'Afrikaans', 'Deutsch', 'English', 'Espanol', 
'Francais', 'Native Language', etc.  Some were in non-Latin 
alphabets or characters, among which he identified Arabic, 
Chinese, Russian, Hindi, Japanese, Korean, and Thai.    

"And the boys are all... virtuals?" asked the man.

"Yes; all of them are the authentic Fujitsu sexual androids," 
replied the boy.  The product was a technological breakthrough, 
leaping far ahead of all the other sex robots that had been 
developed since that first rather primitive ones were introduced 
back in 2008.  The man had been reading bloggers' write-ups of 
their experiences with Fujitsu sexual androids for almost a year, 
but it had taken this long to talk himself into trying it.  Women 
bloggers were particularly effusive when they wrote about their 
multi-orgasmic sessions with incredibly realistic robots that 
looked and performed like the most virile and potent young men, 
with sophisticated artificial intelligence that enabled them to 
interact in a way that was most sexually-satisfying for their 
human partner.  But the web-posts that truly drew the man's 
attention related to the robots that where authentic facsimiles 
of boys and girls, made for people who craved the taboo sexuality 
of inter-generational sex, but had no intention of involving an 
actual child.

The man gazed at the pictures on the tablet's screen, feeling the 
excitement starting to churn within him.  Each small picture was 
labeled with a name, nationality, and age. (Lukas's picture 
specified that he was 14 and German.) They encompassed an 
assortment of ethnicities, and ranged in age from a delicate 
Japanese boy of 6 named Taiji to a sturdy 16-year-old Jamaican 
named Winston.  The man touched the picture of 'Samnang', a      
9-year-old Cambodian.  The tablet filled with a video of the 
slender smiling boy, wearing only snug white briefs.  Traditional 
Asian instrumental music flowed gently from tiny speakers built 
into the display. Samnang was moving in a graceful stationary 
dance, his hands wandering over his deeply-tanned body, his body 
swaying.  The man touched the screen again, with two quick taps, 
and the same video began playing in nearly life size on the wall 
screen, with the music now coming from hidden high-fidelity 
speakers.  He looked so real... so sexy! 

Then the boy spoke.  "If you give honor of allowing me to
serve you," said the exotic-looking virtual in an accented, 
boyishly-high voice, "I provide you with most sublime...."  
The man touched the screen over the words 'Native Language', 
and the image hesitated for a split-second as the boy's voice 
was now speaking an Asian language totally unknown to the man, 
his lips completely in sych with the words. 

Then he touched 'English'. "... like I pull down underpants?"
asked the boy, as his the words became comprehensible again. 

The video moved in on his face, projecting it larger than life, 
emphasizing his sensual mouth and seductive expression.  The 
close-up then moved down his slender, dark-tan torso.  Just as 
the image stopped on cloth-covered crotch, his thumbs hooked the 
waistband of his white briefs and slowly eased them down.  The 
lad's 2-inch penis and his small loose scrotum were utterly 
lifelike.  And with just a single stroke of his fingertip along 
the shaft of his penis, the organ began to stiffen, impelled by 
wondrously complex internal mechanics.  In seconds, the slender 
boy-cock stood up about 3 inches, twitched slightly, its foreskin 
snuggling at the base of his acorn-shaped glans.

Then the boy's voice murmured softly, "You like fuck me, mister?" 
He turned around, leaned forward, and parted his butt cheeks with 
his hands, displaying a perfect little anus, ripe for fucking, 
flexing open slightly in erotic invitation.

"Wow!" the man mumbled to himself.

"All of our virtuals come with a default personality type," said 
Lukas. "For example, Samnang's default setting is shy and 
submissive, but he will become more self-assured and assertive 
if he analyzes that such is your wish.  Our virtual-boys are 
completely adaptable to your desires and responsive to your
mood.  Our goal is to provide the most totally satisfying sexual 
encounter you have ever experienced." 

The man sighed, and a slight shiver ran through his body.  He 
looked down again at the various pictures on the tablet and was 
drawn to a boy with dark eyes and black wavy hair, wearing the 
traditional ankle-length cotton robe of North Africa and seated 
on a floor-cushion beside a large hookah (water-pipe).  The 
description below his picture read: Hassan, 13, Morocco.  The man 
double-tapped the picture, and the video clip began playing on 
the wall video.  North African music played as the swarthy, 
handsome youngster looked off to the side to show his profile and 
then straight into the camera.  His facial expression was totally 
natural; totally seductive.  Then he took a puff on the stem of 
the hookah, held it for a few moments, and exhaled a perfect 
smoke-ring into the air.  Standing up, he gracefully removed the 
garment, revealing himself completely naked beneath.  His body 
was uniformly tanned, slender and sturdy, with the beginnings of 
a gorgeous adolescent musculature.  The camera scanned down his 
body, showing off his rich, flawless butternut skin, and stopped 
for a close-up on his penis.  Its barely-pubescent beauty was 
breathtaking -- a graceful 3-inch circumcised dick with an 
exquisite, slightly-flared glans.  A few dozen sparse pubic hairs 
adorned the base.  It hung almost straight down, framed by the 
soft brown scrotum behind it.  The boy's hand slid down across 
his belly, rubbed against the soft penis, then slid back up out 
of the picture being displayed on the large screen.  Within 
seconds the organ throbbed to stiffness, 4.5 inches long and 
irresistible.  The man's mouth was watering as he imagined taking 
the 13-year-old's cock into his mouth. 

"He is beautiful, do you think?" murmured Lukas, as Hassan thrust 
his hips forward and showed off his erection from several angles.

"Yes... absolutely," replied the man wistfully.  He looked over 
at the android boy beside him.  "I suppose I don't need to play 
your video, do I?  Would you... uh... show me your cock?" the man 
enquired, blushing slightly.

"Certainly, but only for brief demonstration purposes.  If you 
wish to select me as your companion this morning, we can go up to 
a room." 

As he was talking, Lukas was unzipping the tight leather pants, 
lowering them down his thighs. The bulge in the light-blue briefs 
he wore underneath suggested a soft cock of pleasantly-large 
proportions.

The man held his breath as Lukas slowly, teasingly, pulled the 
front of his underpants down, finally displaying a penis that was 
a model of pubescent virility, though unadorned by pubic hair.  
It was 4 inches in length, with a generous girth and a long, 
loose foreskin.

"Make if erect," said the man, with a note of arousal in his 
voice.

"Certainly!" And without being touched, the penis rose in an arc, 
pulsing to stiffness, just like a horny 14-year-old's would if he 
had started watching a hard-core porn video in the middle of a 
wildly erotic scene.  It was just under 6 inches, and it was as 
beautiful a cock as the man had ever seen in years of browsing 
pictures and vids on the Internet.

"I can alter its size if you wish," said Lukas.  "Do you prefer 
smaller or larger?"

The man was momentarily tongue-tied.  "Uh... smaller, I guess."
In seconds, and without any sound or unnatural motion to suggest 
a mechanism, the erection smoothly shrank in length and girth to 
a bit less than 5 inches... still exquisite... if not more so!

"And now larger," said the man, breathlessly.

The boner grew to 7 inches of beautiful young-teenage meat.  The 
man reached out to touch it, and he was amazed at the warmth and 
subtle throbbing. The smooth skin and the firmness of the 
erection were indistinguishable from the real thing.  He leaned 
close, inhaling the mild adolescent musk of Lukas's crotch.  The 
scent was utterly authentic, causing his mind to flash back to 
his boyhood sexual adventures with his friends. Then he took the 
cock-head into his mouth; his body shuddered with pleasure.  How 
could synthetic material feel and taste and react like this?

"Would you like to taste my pre-cum?" asked Lukas.

"Mmm-mmm!" said the man in agreement, as he continued to suck. 
Immediately, he tasted nectar seeping from the cock's piss-slit. 
His tongue lapped at it greedily.

And then Lukas backed away gently, his cock pulling out of the 
man's mouth with an audible 'pop'.  The robot fastened his 
trousers again. "I should mention, Mr. Watson, that there are 
several more options on the next page... specialty models, you 
might say.  They have been designed for customers who wish to 
give or receive physical discipline.  Touch the arrow at the 
bottom right corner of the screen if you wish to view them."

The company's website hadn't mentioned this.  But his curiosity 
made it a certainty that he would look.  He tapped the arrow with 
his finger, and four new pictures appeared... two clearly 
designed as dominant figures; two as submissive.  He double-
touched the picture of a meek-looking boy named Nigel, identified 
as British and 12 years old.

"Please, sir!"  said the boy on the large monitor, with a tone of 
distress in his voice as he shifted his weigh nervously from one 
leg to the other and held his hands behind his back.  "I know 
I've been naughty, and need to be punished.  But I'm frightened."
He wore the uniform of a young English schoolboy - grey flannel 
shorts, knee-socks, a maroon blazer over shirt and tie, and a 
small maroon cap.  He turned his back and lowered his trousers 
and underpants, lifted his shirt, and bent over.  "I'm ready for 
my whipping, sir."

"You should know, Mr. Watson," said Lukas, "that the construction 
of this model, and of the other submissive unit, is a bit 
different than the standard virtuals.  The skin is of another 
material and considerably thicker, in order not to be damaged by 
rough treatment.  It will redden and welt and bruise very 
authentically, but it will not have a natural softness to the 
touch.  On the other hand, the boy will be just as talented in 
pleasuring you sexually as our standard models.  The insides of 
his mouth and rectum are of the same material and construction."

The man looked at the tablet again and double-tapped on the 
picture labeled 'Tupac, 15, United States'.  The light-skinned 
African-American was dressed in a sleeveless tee-shirt and loose 
low-hanging jeans.  Tattoos adorned his arms, and his face was 
set in a fierce scowl.

"You ain't goin' nowhere, boy," he said with a haughty sneer. 
"I own your pathetic ass now, and I know just what faggot pussies 
like you need.  I'll spank the livin' hell out of your sorry 
butt, and then push you down on your knees and make you suck my 
cock." He had been undoing his jeans, and at that moment whipped 
out 9 inches of hard, dark, thick, uncut cock.  "And after I pump 
a load of my juice down your throat, I'll fuck your punk ass like 
it ain't never been fucked before.  And if you don't whine too 
much, I may let you jack yourself off while I'm giving you shit 
about what a pathetic wimp you are."

"Jesus!" said the man.  He looked over at Lukas, who had a 
bemused look on his face.

"While you are deciding on your selection," said the German boy; 
"allow me to perhaps interest you in a sexual enhancement drug.  
We have a full range available, including some local formulations 
that are not available in America.  Our newest one is named 
'Dutch Treat' and combines the best qualities of Sustainin and 
Multigasm -- a strong erection and the ability to have numerous 
orgasms -- along with a mild euphoriant similar to cannabis.  It 
comes in several different timed-release dosages, one of which 
lasts 2 hours and would be perfect you this morning.  Based on my 
experience with customers who have used it, you may expect to 
have as many as a dozen orgasms over the course of your session. 
The effects wear off right on schedule too."

"Yes; that would be great!" said the man.  He continued to scan
through the remaining vid-clips of virtual boys. Finally, he said
"It's a tough choice, but I think I'll go with...."

To be continued.

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