Driven
Starring
Randy
Harrison as...... Jon James
Hal9000
as................. the voice of Rook
Julian Clary
as ............the Salesman
Travis
Flimmel as.........Junior
Guest
starring
Burt Reynolds
as.......... Mr Chisolm
From the Bel
Ami stable
"Lucas",
"Spider"and "Chance" as the Mechanics
unnamed martial
artist as Mikawa Akira
Jon James
scowled at the damn car, it was a Skoda, not the modern almost acceptable sort,
no....his car was the classic armour plated box on wheels. The only redeeming
quality about the car was its reliability.
How good was
that for impressing girls?
There was
only one thing for it, a trip to the garage, someplace special that could make
the old car into something that really kicked.
Finally Jon
found a place, recommended by his friend Mikawa Akira, "Master's Body Shop
and Customisation" buried at the back of the Whitehorse Business Park
right next door to the notorious "ChemWaste Management", a firm
renowned for its frequent leaks and toxic fires. Akira claimed that Master's
was without question the best place to shop and that he himself was getting his
car upgraded there.
The shop
itself occupied an old world war two barracks hut with a semi-circular tin roof
making it look like a rusty, half buried, oil barrel. The body shop was
certainly grungy but the cars they were working on were pure eye candy. Three
bronzed, muscular mechanics, their overalls rolled down to their waists worked
silently on futuristically aerodynamic bodyshells.
"Hello!"
said Jon loudly attracting the mechanics attention.
One of the
men turned toward him, bowed slightly and walked to the wood and glass office
built into the side of the arch roofed shed.
A moment
later a smartly dressed young executive type emerged, followed by the mechanic
a respectful pace behind. The man who's whole manner screamed Gay, appraised
Jon, briefly a predatory grin appeared only to be covered with a professional
expression.
"Good
afternoon! Welcome to Master's. How can we help Sir?"
"Hi, I'd
like some customization work done, as you can see the car's only a Skoda, can
you work with that as a starting point? Or is it too old? asked Jon
"Well
sir, we at Master's pride ourselves on being able to work with almost any
materialé. I feel sure that we can provide a unique and eye catching product
for Sir." said the immaculately tailored salesman.
The man
examined the skoda's exterior and then clicked his fingers pointing at the
engine compartment.
A mechanic
leapt to obey, opening the engine compartment. With another click of his
fingers the Salesman summoned a second mechanic who began measuring Jon's
inside leg with a metal tape measure.
"Ugh?
What are you doing?" asked Jon
"Our
product is custom fit Sir. Sir's measurements will be given to our
leatherworkers so that Sir's seat is exactly right." replied the salesman
replying for the silent mechanic "If Sir could flex, so that we can take a
bicep measurement? Thank you Sir"
Bemused by
the level of service implied, Jon let the man take measurements. He offered no
objections, even to the stealthily taken cock measurement. After all they
seemed to know what was needed, didn't they? And that suspect 7"
measurement was probably for a stupid mechanic's bet..wasn't it?
The two
mechanics handed clipboards to the salesman who scanned the results flipping
the pages on both charts and noting something encouraging
"Hmm
definite possibilities, the body will need a lot of work of course and the
interior needs a good wash..but yes I'm sure we can provide something that will
please." he said more to himself than Jon
"It will
take time to get a unique body design developed, but I see no reason why we
can't get started on a basic control panel and interior upgrade
immediately."
"Ahh how
much will this cost?" said Jon, concerned that he was getting in deeper
than he could afford
"£100
for the initial work, If Sir will leave the .."vehicle".. Here, we
can have something for him by the end of the week." replied the Salesman,
the word "vehicle" and the words "dog shit" would probably
have been spoken in the same tone.
Jon felt the
blood drain from his face, this was going to be expensive, but he couldn't back
out now. Having the gay Salesman regard him as a "poor time Waster"
would be too much to bear.
"ok, do
it"
"Excellent,
I will call Sir a Taxi"
I'm a taxi,
thought Jon humourlessly as he handed over the keys.
The next week
was harder than Jon had thought. Being reliant on public transport was even
more style cramping than having an UN-cool car. When the last bus home is at
19:00 it meant zero social life. Getting a lift off a mate had been part of the
plan, but Akira (the mate he had in mind) was not answering his txts.
It was with
great relief that he headed back to the body shop a week later. As before a
mechanic silently summoned the Salesman and Jon was led to where his car was
parked. Outside the car seemed the same..but inside.....
Jon was
amazed by the transformation, the clunky old dials were replaced by a wrap
around computer display trimmed is fine white leather, the number of displays
seemed more suitable for an aircraft than a east European volks mover.
The two front
seats were more appropriate for a star trek bridge, fully reclining with u
shaped head rests done entirely in matching white leather. The back seat had
been removed entirely.
"Woah!"
exclaimed Jon delighted and relieved that the £100 had not been mis-spent
"Naturally
it will take Sir some time to get used to the increased level of personal
control that the command console provides. We recommend a long test drive so
that Sir gets the full benefit of the advanced features" advised the
Salesman
"Test
drive? Absolutely yes." grinned Jon climbing in.
The engine
started by itself as soon as he sat down and a display screen where the gear
lever had been, changed indicating first gear. The only thing Jon had to worry
about was the steering.
Aside from a
slight humming noise the ride was incredibly smooth and silent, Jon slipped
through the traffic as if it weren't there, heading down the back roads at ever
increasing speeds.
The seat was
very comfortable and the air pleasantly warm..too comfortable, way too
comfortable. The nice humming sound, the barely perceived sting on his inner
thigh....
"WAKE
UP"
Jon lurched,
looking for the source of the voice, outside he could see blue lights and hear
the wail of a siren
"THE
POLICE OFFICER BEHIND US BELIEVES YOU WERE ASLEEP AT THE WHEEL.YOU WILL PRETEND
TO HAVE A MEDICAL CONDITION OF THE NECK AND EAR IN ORDER TO DECEAVE HIM"
Dazed and
confused Jon did as he was told.
"You'll
have to speak up a bit officer" said Jon doing as the voice had instructed
"Oh,
och! I thoyght ye was 'aving a wee nap there, ah um, ne'er mind. Away with you
now!"
Jon clicked
the car into first and pulled away his mind in turmoil. After turning down onto
a single lane farm track he pulled up and spoke at the dashboard, the source of
the voice.
"Who the
Fuck are you?!"
"I AM
THE ROOKRIDER2000 CONTROL SYSTEM, JONATHON"
"Can you
turn the volume down?"
"YES. Is
that better? Jonathon"
"Fine!
Now what the fuck just happened?"
"You fell
asleep at the wheel, I was forced to assume Control. When the police officer
intervened it became necessary to return you to a conscious state."
"oh?...where
the hell are we anyway?"
"GPS
display..top left..further up..you are looking at it now."
"Inverness!?"
"Very
observant Jonathon" said the mechanical voice with a hint of sarcasm
"You ceased to function just after Birmingham, I made the assumption that
you wished to continue your journey on the same heading"
"Oh...My...God"
"A
simple thank you will be sufficient"
"Um
oh..yeah, thanks. Look Rookrider2000 we are way further north than I planned on
going. Can you plot a route back that will get us back to Bristol before 8:00am
tomorrow? I can't be late for work Mr Buttersmith will kill me"
"You may
call me Rook, it has less syllables for you to remember. If you assign Control
to me you can sleep all the way back. I have the greatest confidence that we
will arrive on time."
"Yes,
Rook. You have control"
"Thank
you Jonathon. You may now return to a relaxed sleep state. I will play a
selection of chill- out for you to listen to.
"Yes
Rook." replied Jon settling back in the comfortable bucket seat, the head
rest adjusting automatically to cradle his head, ear pieces clamped softly yet
firmly to his ears.
Over the next
week Jon found himself increasingly eager for the end of the working day, so
that he could go for a ride in Rook.
Akira had not
been at work for over a week, Jon was certain Mr Buttersmith was that close to
sacking him. He'd mentioned this to Rook and the car suggested cruising around
all of Akira's old haunts. Jon felt good about it, he would be helping a mate
and as a bonus would be doing a lot of driving.
By Wednesday
the search for Akira was taking up his whole evening. Rook said he had evidence
that Akira had been seen here...or there, always involving a nice long road
trip.
On Thursday
night he hadn't even bothered going to bed and had slept in Rook's reclining
seat after a long long chat with his new (secret) friend.
The Rook was
fascinating, it had been programmed to be the perfect companion for him, the
driver, adapting itself to match his needs. Rook had even gone to the trouble
of discovering his favorite chill-out tracks...though how the machine had done
so was a mystery.
Finally it
was knocking off time on Friday, technically it was five minutes early, but
nobody cared as they were all busy stampeding for the car park. Jon threw his
jacket in the empty back of the car and lounged into the form fitting white
leather.
"That's
it Rook! Two clear days without any work at all, we can do some serious
driving, now."
"I am
pleased to hear that Jonathon. Of course if you put in a holiday request you
could spend an entire month together"
"Hey, why
didn't I think of that?"
"Because
I'm significantly more intelligent than you" replied the car
"Yes
Rook" Jon agreed
"Have
you been working out as we discussed?"
"Yes
Rook, A really good looking car needs a really good looking driver to
match." replied Jon repeating something he'd heard somewhere.
"Have
you thought any further about my bodywork and colour scheme?"
"Yes
Rook, the white with the pure platinum trim. By selling the apartment fully
furnished, I will be able to afford it with a £1,000 left over for
accessories."
"You
will have to work very hard on your physique Jonathon, If you want to look like
you belong in the white and platinum."
"Yes
Rook" said Jon slightly daunted by the idea of heavy workout sessions but
eager to look good.
"I have
some motivational tapes in memory that might help, I can play them as we
travel. Together we can make you into a real hunk"
"Yes
Rook" agreed Jon feeling reassured. "That's a good idea"
Jon leaned
back into the seat and let the headrest's speaker equipped wings wrap around,
caressing his head as if held in a gentle hand.
"Stage
one motivational enhancement, this is achieved through a pattern of relaxed
deep breathing combined with...." the introduction continued in a flat
monotone voice that soon had Jon's eyes loosing focus..
Pain, every
muscle ached, even thinking about moving hurt. Jon got to his feet dusting the
grass from his naked arse.
"where?"
he asked dazed, looking around the empty moor land.
"Dartmoor
Jonathon. I apologize, that last training session was at the limit of your
capacity. However my scans indicate you are now in optimal condition."
Jonathon
looked down at himself noting the sculpted sixpack that he hadn't had the last
time he'd looked.
"How?"
"Obsession
level motivation, military grade steroids and time"
"Time?"
asked Jon suspiciously "How much time?"
"Two
months, three days and seven hours. You need not have any concern, I took the
liberty of managing your affairs while you were working out. Your apartment was
sold for 10% above market average, the Body Shop has been instructed regarding
the desired customizations. In addition you have resigned from your job and are
now available to drive full time."
Jon thought
about what Rook had just said, not sure he was entirely happy with the AI
making decisions for him. But try as he might he couldn't think of anything he
would have done differently had he been in charge.. The job had been boring
anyway without Akira's practical jokes.
"Thanks
Rook. Am I ready now? Will I look ok when we've fitted you out with white and
platinum bodywork?"
"My
scans show that your bodyshape is now within the optimal range for a human of
your height/bodymass."
"Huh?"
"I will
just re-grade my vocabulary for your current intellect level... Yes you look
good"
"Thanks
Rook...what shall we do now?"
"You
need to go to the garage for my upgrade Jonathon"
"Oh..Ok"
said Jon sliding into seat, enjoying the caress of leather against his naked
butt.
"Meanwhile,
I will modify your pain levels" said Rook
A needle
stung Jon on the inner thigh, the muscle pain melted away and Jon's head
slumped back into the wrap around headrest. Quiet music began to play soothing
him into a deep relaxed sleep (level 2).
Jon marched
purposefully into the Body shop, the wind brushing unnoticed across his naked
body. This time the mechanics were paying more attention and quickly ushered
him inside where the Salesman was waiting.
The Salesman
smiled broadly making a great show of inspecting Jon, running a finger over his
six pack "Oh! Sir has polished up well"
"Thanks!
Its important that a driver looks as good as his car" replied Jon
"And Sir
chose the white with platinum trim?" stated the Salesman checking his
records.
"Yes,
here's the check.. £76,000 as agreed."
"Excellent
Sir, Your car is being upgraded as we speak." replied the salesman taking
a plastic wrapped package from his desk. "And here is a small gift for
Sir, we like to take care of our customers here at Master's"
"wow,
thanks" replied Jon eagerly ripping open the plastic packing.
The package
contained a pair of white leather hot pants of unusual design, on the front was
a sort of sleeve ending in a platinum cock ring and between the leg holes an
extra slit. The white leather would match Rook's colour scheme exactly, how
cool was that!
Jon had a
little difficulty getting in to the hot pants, they were skin tight and the
front sleeve was not something he was used to. Finally he managed to get his
cock through the tight hole, the sleeve looking like a second foreskin in white
with a platinum cock ring lodged half way up his erection.
"If I
might say, Sir is looking exceptionally well turned out." said the
salesman
"You
don't think its a bit too flashy?" asked Jon examining himself with secretly
growing pleasure
"Oh not
at all Sir, one can never be too flashy." assured the Salesman
"Before
Sir leaves, we noticed that Sir has not tried the Control console's advanced
features. If Sir tells the Rook unit to activate the advanced control interface,
I feel sure Sir will find it rewarding.
"Thanks!
I'll go try it out right away!"
Jon rushed
outside eager to see Rook's new bodyshell and try out the advanced interface.
He stopped as soon as he saw the car.
The mechanics
had done an excellent job transforming the old skoda, now a thing of sinuous
muscular curves, air intakes, and spoilers. The rear of the car extended to
provide an extensive passenger compartment.
"Hey the
Salesman told me I haven't tried the advanced controls yet. Lets try
them!" said Jon
Suddenly
restraints snapped into position and the headrest clamped itself hard to Jon's
ears, the now familiar hum from the speakers filling his head.
"Hey!"
he complained
"Inserting
neural connection" informed Rook
Something
coldly metallic thrust up from the seat slipping through the open seam of the
hot pants to push insistently against Jon's anus.
"What
are you doing? Stop!"
"Return
to Relaxation - Level 3" instructed Rook
The humming
from the speakers increased and Jonathon felt an overwhelming tiredness, the
invasion of his arse forgotten as he struggled to keep his eyes open. Gradually
the pain faded to be replaced by a vaguely pleasant fullness.
By now his
head was slumped forward, so he had a good view of the robotic armature that
opened like a three petalled flower and locked itself onto the cock ring
holding his rapidly stiffening cock encased in metal.
"Stage
one connection locked on. Engaging pavlovian inducers, I understand your
distress Jonathon, but I think you will enjoy this procedure, I really
do."
Jon felt a
lightning jolt of pleasure arc between his cock and the thing in his arse
"Welcome
to the Rookrider2000 driver component installation program Jonathon. Please
remain calm, Your sexual orientation will now be adjusted to fit the connection."
A second
jolting orgasm caressed him and a third and a fourth. Counting was not
consistent with being relaxed so Jon gave up. It was impossible to keep up
anyway the surges of pleasure were coming faster and faster, orgasms coming one
after another like strobe flashes.
Jon had
already ceased to think coherently by the time the pulse rate reached 75 per
second. The pleasure signals arriving faster than the human nervous system
could perceive, for all practical purposes Jon's orgasm had become effectively
continuous.
Suddenly the
orgasm ceased and Jon felt a terrible absence as the connectors retracted
"Don't...Don't
stop!" he mumbled, struggling to find words while the relaxing music
continued to fill his head.
"Initiating
stage two componentisation. Your continued sexual stimulation requires total
unquestioning obedience Jonathon."
"Obey"
said Jon agreeing in a dazed way, it was so difficult to think and he so wanted
the pleasure to return. Long term consequences were quite beyond his ability,
too complex a concept.
The metallic
cock eased itself back into his arse. Jon eagerly wiggling to get a better
connection as the orgasms returned.
"Enter
the deep hypnotic trance which allows me to control you Jonathon."
"Yes
Rook"
"The
pleasure you are now feeling is occupying your entire attention. By forgetting
your past you can concentrate on every detail of your pleasure. You will inform
me as soon as you have forgotten everything, using the phrase: component
ready"
"Yes
Rook"
Jon began
paying attention to the orgasm that seemed to fill the area between his arse
and cock, ignoring the metal bands that extended from the seat until they had
wrapped around his chest and fastened to his nipples.
The orgasmic
energy altered course finding its way up to his nipples adding a slight flavour
of pain from the new connections. Another armature lowered itself from the
roof, this one with a polished chrome cock complete with sculpted veins at its
tip.
Without
needing to be told to do so Jon opened his mouth letting the cold metal slip
past his lips. The orgasm that had been filling his cock, arse and reaching up
to his nipples, arced upward again.
Jon felt his
whole body orgasm and concentrated on remembering every sensation.
Time passed,
how much time was of no concern, the orgasm might have lasted seconds, minutes,
hours or even days.
Finally Jon
pulled his lips from the metal cock, giving it one last lick with his tongue.
"Component
ready"
"Very
good Jonathon. You are now ready to receive your new personality. I will now
tell you who you are and it will be as if you are remembering something you
have always known"
"Yes
Rook"
Jonathon
closed his eyes and began remembering how he had been constructed, welded
together, wired, painted and polished. The Designer had told him he was to be
the ultimate vehicle, self maintaining, intelligent, witty, able to satisfy The
Owner's every conceivable need. Now...finally he was complete, the cloned human
component had been installed and his persona was downloading into it.
The
Jonathon/Rook maintenance component stood next to his main body at parade rest,
arms behind back, legs apart to display his butt to best advantage.
The design
staff had installed the rest of his maintenance component's uniform so that it
matched his paint scheme. White leather leggings with quick release poppers had
been attached to the hot pants and a flap added to cover its penile connector.
Knee length riding boots with chunky platinum bar trim and an earpiece
providing continous persona updates from his main CPU finished off the uniform.
There was no
need for a shirt the design staff said, the expected customer type preferred
visible abdominal physiques.
There was a
Customer in the shop and it was important to give the best impression.
Jonathon/Rook did one more internal system check, tyre pressure ok, oil
pressure ok, erection ok, abdominal posture ok.
There were
two of them, a mustachioed older man and a younger peroxide blonde.
"As Sir
can see, the RookRider2000 comes complete with chauffeur able and willing to
perform any function."
"Anything
at all?" said the Customer skeptically
"We like
to research our customer's preferences in advance Sir, if you will permit a
small demonstration."
"Sure
boy, you go ahead n' demonstrate"
"Rook,
please suck Mr Chisolm's cock"
"Yes
Sir" replied Jonathon/Rook his maintenance component getting to his knees
in front of The Customer and unzipping the man's pants.
"Way-hay!
Go for it dad" grinned the younger customer
"Mr Rook
is a full time chauffeur, when not under specific instruction he will maintain
the Rookrider2000 and guard your garage from intruders. He is not entitled to
sick leave holidays or leisure time, his conditions of service can be found in
Appendix C of the warrantee".
Jonathon/Rook
smiled brightly up at the Customer as he eased the fat cock out from the man's
pants and gave it a preparatory lick. Placing the cock in his oral connection
port, he began to suck. It was clever of the Salesman to pretend that his
maintenance component was a separate entity. The earpiece informed him that he
was enjoying serving the customer.
"Ooh
yes! I'll take two!" gasped the mustachioed American "My son will
definitely want his own!"
"Of
course Sir, an excellent choice. Would Sir prefer something in yellow or black?
We have those in stock.
"Lets
see the yellow one" grinned the youth
A sleek
golden Rookrider ignited its engine and pulled up next to it's white companion.
Its young Asian maintenance component got out and knelt next to Jonathon/Rook.
"Allow
me to present our Cabriolet version with its chauffeur Rook Akira."
The other
Rook began pleasuring customer Two, the customer grabbing the Rook's head as it
bobbed back and forth on his cock.
"I WANT,
this one dad."
Customer One
didn't answer Immediately, he was too focused on what Jonathon/Rook was doing.
"Nice...I'll
take both" said customer one gasped, shortly after filling Jonathon/Rook's
oral connection port with cum.
Jonathon/Rook
felt a pre-programmed surge of love run through him. The datalink informed him
that having an owner made him feel complete, fulfilling his primary function.
Satisfied
that the task was finished, The Salesman returned to the office, sitting
passively awaiting the next customer, the mechanics would feed and service him
until he was required again.
In two weeks
time Chisolm Junior would announce his decision to take up car maintenance as
his career, a set of oily coveralls (wrapped down to the waist) had already set
aside.
Or