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Harn sets down the controller and thumbs a slider on the armrest beside him. The UrboHover suddenly dips slightly starboard and the kid clutches the left rail with both hands, narrowly avoiding toppling out of the vehicle.

“Ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod...” shouts the kid, hanging half in and half out of the door, erection sticking out of his pants, eyes watering in the wind. “There's sharks down there! Fucking sharks!” He glances back up at the Director―this is the weirdest doll gig he's ever had, but the pay was too much to pass up―and his eyes register terror for the first time. The big uniformed man has his controller in one hand, a security prod in the other, and is walking slowly toward him.

“Jump or jolt?” asks Harn, brandishing the prod closer and closer.

The kid is blubbering. “I don't want to. I'm afraid...”

“Think of how good that fear felt, just a minute ago.” Circles in the air with the buzzing prod. “I can make it even better. The software has been upgraded.” He manipulates sliders and the kid begins to tremble, an unbearable mixture of carnal lust and mortal terror coursing through him at once, one hand alternately clinging to the rail and returning to stroke his raging erection, he's caught in a loop, unable to choose between two primal motivations. Harn locks the sliders together and increases the charge.

Tears roll down the young face, so pretty. “I don't want to, I don't want to,” he repeats as the tip of the prod dances in front of his face, buzzing with latent energy, daring him, tempting him to take it in his mouth. He's red and rigid in the wind, he's so hard he wants to burst, he inches backward until he clings to the cabin floor by just his toes. Cold air whips across his cock like tongues of ice and his desire intensifies, hips spasming in microthrusts as he unconsciously fucks the air. “Aaaugh god I don't want to!” he shouts, face distorted in agony and beaten by the wind. Still the urge increases until finally, tears rolling freely down his face, he releases the rail completely, grabbing his junk with both hands and stroking himself violently as his body tumbles out the open door.

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- from "Feed the Hand that Bites You" in the upcoming #Ubiquicity anthology