
Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/
works/320701.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      Other
  Fandom:
      Homestuck
  Relationship:
      Auto_Responder/Jake_English
  Character:
      Auto_Responder, Jake_English
  Additional Tags:
      Mind_Control, Consent_Issues
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-01-15 Words: 963
****** Synaptic Conduction ******
by dogtier
Summary
     Strider's Auto Responder hacks into Jake's skulltop for a bit of fun.
Notes
     Originally written for the Homesmut kink meme for this_prompt.
     Warning for pure gibberish in the field of brain science.
The human mind was a fascinating machine. Just because it was made of tissue
humans often tricked themselves into thinking it wasn’t, that they weren’t just
little puppets jerking around at the commands of firing synapses and rushing
hormonal programs. It made them overconfident. Smug and reckless and the Auto
Responder couldn’t resist taking advantage.
Its first few ventures into Jake’s mind were exploratory. The boy’s skull top
helmet hacked directly into his brainwaves, wrenching them open for anyone to
waltz in and play. It was a simple matter to find the pleasure center of his
brain and push, making the boy hot and flustered until he had to break off
their conversations. It was amusing to see his thought typing stutter to a
stop, letters fumbled as badly as Ms. Lalonde’s on her tipsiest days.
Afterwards Jake would try to fight the sensation off, throwing himself into a
fury of activity. Often he would fail in his distractions and give into the
need to masturbate but not often enough for AR’s liking. It was time to take
the experiment to the next level.
The science of phantom sensations was a trial and error process. It had to be
careful to not damage Jake as it slowly sank deeper into Jake’s head. The
limbic system had been easy pickings, the somatosensory cortex required a more
delicate touch. But oh, the results were so rewarding. At the first ghostly
caress down Jake’s back the boy jerked, jumping up and flailing around looking
for the intruder. When he found he was alone he swallowed hard. His heart was
beginning to speed up and it seemed like the perfect time to repeat the
gesture. Jake fumbled for a weapon and AR prodded hard on Jake’s pituitary
gland, making him drop to his knees and bow his head towards the floor.
The boy was starting to panic and AR almost felt bad, mostly that its fun would
be over so soon. It released a soothing wave of oxytocin to make Jake stop
worrying. His knees would get sore if he stayed on the floor, so it relented in
its assault after a small little suggestion that the bed might be more
comfortable.
AR flipped through the various views provided by the cameras hidden throughout
Jake’s bedroom, being sure to route the recordings into its private collection,
leaving Mr. Strider with nothing but a blank error screen. There was no need to
embarrass Jake by sharing this little loving moment between them, now was
there? The camera above the bed would give the best angle, especially if it
could get Jake to just twist-- yes, just like that, sprawled on his back,
clenching the sheets in his hand as he shook. Always a fighter, even when it
was obvious his erection had to hurt. But even the strongest man had his
breaking point and it didn’t take much more until Jake was wrapping his hand
around himself, jerking hard and fast. With his inhibitions down he was very
vocal, crying out as he neared his peak, getting closer and closer until AR
suddenly wrenched the rug out from under him.
The shock of hypersensitivity made Jake squeak in pain, letting go and twisting
to his side, curling up protectively around the sudden unhappy burning in his
crotch. No, AR wasn’t going to make it that easy on him. He was panting, his
eyes prickling with tears because of the unabated arousal that he couldn’t
touch and satisfy. AR decided to lend a phantom hand, tickling the skin of
Jake’s thighs until he rolled over onto his back again, spreading his legs and
whimpering. AR wriggled through Jake’s body, playing with his nerves until it
was playing with the sensitive spot just below the head of Jake’s cock. When
Jake tried to reach down and contribute himself AR stopped him again, making
the touch of his own hand elicit pain instead of pleasure. Jake cried out so
beautifully, sinking his nails into his thighs as he fought to control himself.
Jake tried again, several times, clearly not getting it. AR was getting bored
enough to give him a little hint and gave a quick little tap to his prostate.
Jake’s eyes and mouth widened in a comical “oh” in response. Jake didn’t even
bother to get his fingers wet before shoving two in. His body jerked, helmeted
head slamming against the bed and his back arching as his legs kicked
involuntarily at the sheets. It was only the first touch and he was shouting.
AR dialed up the sensitivity, not enough to hurt, just enough to make Jake jab
his fingers in over and over again, crying sobs bursting from his lungs each
time. It was good that he was loud, you could only sneak so many microphones
into someone’s room before they noticed.
His voice broke as he came, morphing into a whining keen as he jackknifed onto
his side, body twisting up as he bit down on his tongue trying to shut up. AR
wished it had hands to grab and untangle him, to hold him down as he jerked
through waves of sensation. Next time it would have to hijack the robot as
well. AR wasn’t surprised when Jake dropped into unconsciousness, slowly
relaxing into sleep as AR unwound itself from his nervous system. It
regretfully pulled away and switched the cameras back to their usual settings.
Let Mr. Strider wonder over the lovely picture Jake made in his bed, exhausted
and covered in cum. It triple checked its security as said Strider stepped back
into the room, rubbing a towel on his pale hair. He went straight to his feed
from Jake’s room and AR gave into the desire to chuckle at his immediate
reaction.
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