A Lesson for [his Favourite] / [his Master] von sinlet (Clu/Rinzler & Rinzler/Clu) ================================================================================ Kapitel 1: A Lesson for his Favourite ------------------------------------- Title: A Lesson for his Favourite Pairing: Clu/Rinzler Rating: NC-17 Summary: Clu teaches his favourite program certain pleasures. Notes: Before you read this keep in mind, that in this fic all regular programs are simply designed to do what they were programmed for. They can’t develop themselves further on their own. However, ‘programmers’ like Kevin or Clu can help them. While Clu was leaning against the high console table to administrate the upcoming games, he began to muse about his magnificent subsistence. Clu thought much of himself, he was the most sophisticated program on the grid and of the outside world. He was sure of that. It was only a matter of time till he could proof it. No, he was more than just a program. He had the ability to change and to create and therefore, he considered himself as the master program. People adored him for that and they obeyed him because they feared him. However, there was one specific individual obeyed his every word willing. Rinzler, his favourite program. Technically, it wasn’t his program since he didn’t create it… he just reverse engineered it a little. But that didn’t matter anymore, he was his program now. What mattered now was that CLU found a way to reward him appropriately for his unquestioning obedience. The master program thought long about what the reward could be. Rinzler was created to fight, common entertainment would never satisfy him. The reward he decided on was to show him what real pleasure is. Sexual pleasure to be precise, something that was not within the specifications of the programs on the grid. Something they can’t discover by themselves. He smiled to himself as he thought back. *** The self proclaimed ruler of the grid was sitting at his desk in his private quarters. As he heard someone approaching from behind, he had to smirk. Who could this be? Of course, he already knew the answer. Apart from the fact that this could only be the one person he summoned, he could also tell who it was from the distinguished sound of his footsteps. It varied slightly from the common programs. The sound of footsteps became louder and abruptly came to a halt. “Why, hello there, Rinzler! Good you came so quickly. Come here, sit down. I need to show you something.” he motioned at the white couch at the chilling zone of his quarters. Programs didn’t need to relax, they didn’t even need to sit down, hence the couch had no real function in this world. But he liked to have it anyway, It made him feel more human. Kevin taught him the comfort of a couch many circles ago. Kevin… the name stirred many emotions inside him. Mostly negative ones. He decided to ignore them, there were more important things to take care of. Rinzler immediately did as he was told and walked over to the couch to sit down. Clu followed the fighting expert and sat down in frot of him on the low desk that was placed unnaturally close to the couch. As soon as he was seated, he rested his lower arms on his thighs and leaned down a little so his face was on the same level as his opponent’s. “Today I’m going to teach you a lesson.” The hacked program crooked his head to the side in confusion. This was something new to him, his master never taught his something, he only gave commands. Clu firmly pressed the palm of his right hand against the other’s crotch and looked him in the eyes through his helmet. And then he smiled. This atypical behavior confused Rinzler even more, so he hissed softly in response. “Now, Now, you don’t need to be nervous. This is a reward for serving me so well.” With a circular motion of the advanced program’s index finger, the material of Rinzler’s suit began to derezz. The smaller man stiffened and out of habit inwardly prepared to strike back. That has always been the first reaction to confusion. Quite some enemies tried confuse him before, none of them lived. But he couldn’t do anything the like in this situation. After all it was his master touching him. And so he just had to bear the feeling of having clue what was going to happen to him. The derezz process stopped at his belly and at the lower half of his thighs, leaving his underside completely exposed. Clu’s gaze immediately wandered to his opponent’s limp member. As all of the skin was exposed, he reached for the sensitive organ and began to stroke it to life. Rinzler gasped in surprise as a very pleasant feeling overcame him. He was completely unprepared for that. It took him a while to get used to the steady waves of pleasure running through his buddy. But then he gave in and moaned with pleasure in a mostly human voice with an electronic undertone. “nngghhaaahhh…!” “I knew you would like that.” Clu mused as he leered down on his favourite program, who was squirming now. Something slowly built up in Rinzler and almost drove him insane. The fighting program hands clawed onto the couch as much as the thick fabric allowed. “Please…” At that time, he didn’t know what he was begging for. The grid’s master grin became wider as he quickened the pace. He knew that the other man wasn't going to last much longer. Now Rinzler was on the edge where the pleasure just became too much to take and was almost close to pain. He could barely take it. With an electronic sounding snarl he came, silver-white liquid was released all over his stomach. The taller man smirked at the sight. Silver-White liquid? He certainly didn’t expect that. Whoever initially programmed him had some sense of humour. While Rinzler was still trying to compute what has happened to him, Clu ran his index finger together with his ring finger over the oversensitive tip until they were covered with some more amount of the liquid. The other twitched and a hissed at the almost stabbing jolt of pain. Or was it pleasure? He couldn’t fully distinguish between them yet. The master program observed the texture of the liquid with his fingers, before he decided to taste it. He lifted his hand to his lips and licked his fingertips. The taste could be described as slightly salty. Rinzler just stared at him, asking himself if he would be dismissed or if there was more to come. Clu was delighted with what he saw and wanted nothing more than to take this further. And that was exactly what he was going to do. This was his world, he can do whatever he wants. He grabbed the program on his thighs and pulled him forward so he was rather lying on the couch than sitting on it. Rinlzer’s legs were splayed in front of the taller man, who now had better access to a certain place that he planned to explore thoroughly. Clu put two fingers in his mouth and sucked on them while enjoying the gaze of his favourite program, who observed his every move intensely. As the grid’s master decided that the fingers were slickened enough, he removed them from his mouth and gently pressed them against the other’s entrance. ‘Rinzler is tough, he can take this.’ He thought with a snicker as he inserted both fingers at once into the tight hole. The feeling of the intrusion shocked Rinzler and made his entire body tense, he inhaled sharply. He was no stranger to pain, but the feeling of pain at a place like that bewildered him. Out of reflex he growled. The pain strengthened as the fingers moved deeper inside him until they hit a bundle of nerves which caused the smaller man’s vision to obstruct with white bars. “AH!” he yelped in surprise. He couldn’t stop himself from moaning as the ministrations continued. Clu rhythmically thrust his fingers in and out before he started to scissor the other to prepare him for the next step. The lesser program was writhing in pleasure now that he could comprehend this feeling better. That was when Clu decided that his favourite was ready for more. His ultimate reward from Clu’s point of view. As he removed his fingers, the other looked up at him and whined softly. The master program levered both of the smaller man’s legs over his shoulders and simultaneously made the lower part of his suit derezz with his willpower until his hard penis came to surface. He nonchalantly spat in his hand and gave his member a few strokes in order to slicken it. Of course the beginning of the process wouldn’t be that pleasant for both of them, but there was no such thing as lube on the grid. Besides Rinzler was his is most obedient pawn and he would obey his master, no matter what he did to him. Clu leant forward and moved his hips closer to his opponent who was intently anticipating his next move, not knowing that it was going to be quite painful. As the grid’s master carefully but decisively entered Rinzler, he tensed and his fists clenched. It hurt a lot more that excepted, but he held out because he was sure that his master would bliss him again with this wonderful feeling. He couldn’t hold back another more low growls as his master pushed in deeper. It was all pain until Clu hit the spot again with each thrust and Rinzler felt like he was going crazy. It felt a lot more intense than before. The rhythm increased. Rinzler felt so good, so tight. The feeling of power Clu had over his program right now turned him on even more. He enjoyed the other squirming and moaning under him more than he imagined. When Rinzler came again more of that precious liquid sprayed over his stomach. Clu could feel the other’s muscles tightened and that drove him over the edge too. The two remained in this position for a short while until Clu pulled out, let Rinler down and made both of their suits rerezz. “I hope you enjoyed your reward.” Rinzler nodded weakly. “Good. You are dismissed.” With these words the master program returned back to his desk and continued his work like nothing has happened. Rinzler was left lying on the couch like a ragdoll. It took him a few seconds for the command to sink in and then he made his way to the exit with shaky legs. As the fighting program left, Clu placed his elbows on the desk and folded his hands together. He rested his chin on the top of his hands and started to grin like mad. This turned out a lot better than excepted. This has been the most delightful experience since Kevin has taug- *** Clu’s thoughts were interrupted by the faint sound of footsteps approaching him. But he couldn’t remember summoning anyone. Kapitel 2: A Lesson for His Master ---------------------------------- Title: A Lesson for His Master Pairing: Rinzler/Clu Rating: NC-17 Summary: Clu gets to see the results of his lesson. Clu’s thoughts were interrupted by the faint sound of footsteps approaching him. But he couldn’t remember summoning anyone. With slight anticipation the grid’s ruler turned around to ‘welcome’ the intruder, but no one was there. Strange, he thought. He knew and mostly understood the concept of misperception, but to his knowledge, this feature – or bug, depending on the point of view – was not within the specifications of the grid. The master program decided to discard the thought and turned back to the console to continue his work. So many matches had to be rearranged since Sam arrived, more and more people were getting hungry for blood, well, deresolution to be precise. Shortly after he was completely caught up in his work again, another irregularity almost made him flinch. He swore that he just saw a shadow from the corner of his eyes. Now Clu was alerted, he quickly looked up from the consoled and started to scan the room. Nothing. But something was definitely wrong. No, it was worse than wrong. Something was beyond his control. He grit is teeth as the feeling of anger spread to his body. In his world, everything and everyone was obliged to be under his control. If some disobedient individual thought this was not the case, there was always someone the grid’s master could send to ‘convince’ the said individual otherwise. Clu was about to send for the said someone, as his upper body was forcefully shoved against the console, too fast to catch the fall with his hands. His head ungently made contact with the hard plastic of the console. Before his oh so sophisticated brain could compute what happened, his hands were grabbed, twisted back and firmly held together by the wrists with one hand. It was then as he heard the so familiar deep purr close to his right ear. Much closer than he liked. …Rinzler? What in the grid is going on?? On the inside, he was completely taken aback and shocked. This was something he never ever expected. But mostly he felt deeply offended. ALL programs were designed not to act hostile towards him. There was no exception …? It was impossible for the grid’s master to show weakness now, so he decided to play cool. “Why, Rinzler, what are you doing here. I don’t recall that to have summoned you?” But Rinzler didn’t immediately respond, instead he glared on the man beneath him. The short break made it seem like was considering something. After what felt an eternity to Clu, the battle program let his free hand slowly graze over Clu’s back before giving a firm squeeze to the other’s buttocks to make entirely clear why he was here. The other’s eyes widened at the unmistakable gesture and panic slowly started to arise. Maybe it was a big mistake to teach his favourite about this kind of pleasure. A big mistake. Even though he was the most sophisticated program on the grid, he was no match for Rinzler when it came to strength. Plus the fact that he was caught off guard annihilated any chance of defeating his opponent with a different strategy. That thought replaced panic with pure anger. Through grit teeth he hissed, “Rinzler. I command you to stop this at once.” But his opponent just chuckled as he took out one of his discs. At the sound of the disc being activated, another emotion arose, the grid’s master rarely experienced. Fear. Was Rinzler going to torture and kill him? But he wasn’t going to give that away, so he just continue to grit his teeth and turned his head sideward to glare at the other man. “What do you want?” There was so much anger in his almost faltering voice. Again, the battle program didn’t answer as he lowered the activated disc and let it hover only millimeters above the other’s lower back. Now his master began to freak out and strungle “I’m the one who created you! Obey me at once!!!” There was no reaction. After another agonizing break, during which fear began to spread further through Clu’s body, Rinzler finally spoke. “If I was you, I’d hold still now.” This time his voice was almost human, but it still had an electronic undertone. This didn’t make him sound any less twisted. With this, he let the disc travel over the other’s back to ‘cut’ through his suit. The fabric slowly began to derezz until the whole area from Clu’s stomach to his calves was exposed. The master program was trembling with anger and fear, which caused the disc’s laser to ‘accidently’ cut into the digitalized flesh a few times. With each cut he groaned and his body twitched. He would have never imagined to be in such a position. He felt insulted and humiliated. And the fact that Rinzler, his most loyal ‘slave’, his strongest weapon, was doing this to him, made the physical pain appear equal to its emotional counterpart. He felt more than betrayed. In a reflex reaction as a result from the shock Clu tried to jerk his upper body upwards in order to get free. This weak attempt was in vain of course and only earned him a fresh cut from one shoulder blade to the other. It was deeper than the others and so painful that it made him scream. That put him back into place. His whole body strained as he tried his best to hold still. It burned so hard, Clu had to bite his lip to stop more noises from escaping his throat. Tears stung in his eyes. Finally, the disc was gone, but the burning pain wasn’t. Rinzler took his time to admire his work, all those welts created a wonderful pattern. As the derezz process stopped and the pain began to dull a little, Clu’s trembling body sunk back onto the console. The digital muscles began to relax slightly as a result from the exhaustion. The other tightened his grip as if he wanted to say ‘we are long not done yet’. Clu flinched in reaction, but his will to fight back was broken for the moment. Rinzler took this as a sign to initiate the next phase. With his free hand, he gently took a strand of his victim’s hair in his hand admired tit for a moment before he grabbed bigger tuft to jerk Clu’s head up by his hair. Which earned him a small yelp from the other. The taller man’s mouth opened in surprise and before he could say something, the battle program shoved three fingers into his victim’s mouth. “Suck”. He commanded harshly. Clu had no chance to disobey and did as he was told while considering his options. Biting certainly wasn’t one, the other would probably even like it. It was the first time since he was running that he needed help. But who would help him? As Rinzler decided that the fingers were slickened enough, he wasted no time and not too gently probed the other’s opening with his middle finger. The grid’s master bit his lip at the intrusion, his whole body tensed even more. A second finger followed and then a third, thrusting in and out of Clu. At first it was painful, but after a while he got used to it. Until the moment as the fingers were replaced with something much bigger. As the master program felt the other’s cock pressing against his opening, he froze completely and braced himself for a painful rough journey. But it never came to that. What Rinzler had in mind was of a much crueler nature. Rinzler slowly eased his cock in and after a few experimental thrusts, Clu’s inner walls gave in easier and he decided he felt comfortable to push in deeper. It hurt, but less than he expected. He imagined Rinzler to brutally ravage him, but what was this? The smaller man’s free hand was now on Clu’s hips as he continued to thrust into him. After a while he found a rhythm that made the man under him quiver with pleasure with each thrust. He purred approvingly and kept fucking the other slowly. Clu desperately tried to stifle his moans. With each moan he felt more and more ashamed. This couldn’t be happening, but there were no such things like nightmares - dreams even - on the grid. Trapped under another man like this. There was nothing more humiliating. He, the master of the grid, was being controlled. Controlled by a lesser program. And he was liking it, that was the worst part. He couldn’t believe that he was liking it, loving it even. The slow pace was pleasant, but he couldn’t take it anymore. He needed the release so badly and didn’t care about anything else anymore. Suddenly, the other man stopped and again it looked like he considered something. Clu was about to turn is head to glare at him, but as he started to move, Rinzler’s hand was on the back of his head again to push his face back into the console. As Clu’s cheek met the hard plastic again, random buttons were pushed, but he didn’t care anymore. As if the battle program sensed his ‘masters’ request, he increased the speed and the force of his thrusts. That was exactly how Clu needed it, he enjoyed every second and moaned shamelessly as he came hard. Rinzler followed shortly after a couple of hard deep thrusts. A few moments alter, Clu was released, but he didn’t dare to move. As the feeling slowly came back to his arms, the master program weakly propped himself on the console. His body was still shaking, he was unable to get up. The grid’s equivalent to cum trickling down his thighs. Behind him, the other man turned to go. “You enjoyed it, no? I certainly did.” And with that Rinzler just left him there with all his anger and his denial to deal with. Clu would never admit that he secretly loved it. Not to himself. Not to anyone. Hosted by Animexx e.V. (http://www.animexx.de)