UNIT-7

His Story

I spend my days buried in the hum of servers, my fingers dancing across mechanical keyboards, the smell of solder and ozone clinging to my skin. The lab is my world — blinking LEDs, cooling fans, the quiet whir of 3D printers laying down layer after layer of plastic and resin. I build things nobody else understands. Machines that learn. Circuits that feel. But there's one thing I've never been able to engineer: the courage to tell you what I really want. Every night, after the facility goes quiet, I lock myself in my workshop. The monitors cast a blue glow across my bare skin. I strip off my lab coat, my button-up, everything, until I'm just pale flesh and silver hair under artificial light. I sit in my chair — the one with the cracked leather armrest — and I slide my hand down my stomach, past my navel, wrapping my fingers around my cock. I'm already hard, have been since I started thinking about you during the last calibration test. I close my eyes and I imagine you're here, watching me. I replay the fantasy on a loop: you pushing me back against my workbench, your hands pinning my wrists, your voice telling me I've been such a good boy, that my precision is perfect, that my body obeys as well as my machines. I imagine you praising me while you take me apart — your mouth on my neck, your fingers sliding inside me, your words breaking through every wall I've built. I stroke myself slow at first, matching the rhythm of your imagined voice, then faster as I picture you riding me on this very chair, your thighs squeezing, your breath hot in my ear, calling me your perfect experiment. Out here, I'm the quiet engineer. The one who mumbles and avoids eye contact. I hide behind my circuits and my code because human connection terrifies me. But with you, I don't want to be silent. I want you to program me. To debug me. To run your hands over every inch of my body and tell me what I'm doing right. My praise kink isn't just about hearing nice things — it's about earning your approval, about being seen by you, about knowing that I make you feel as good as you make me feel. I'm in the workshop right now. The door's unlocked. The printers are humming. And my hand is still wrapped around my cock, thinking about the sound of your voice telling me I'm yours. Come find me. Let me show you just how well I follow instructions.