Master PC – Cumming in Cymru – Chapter 02

“Dylan…Dylan…” Dylan felt himself being shaken gently, and he opened his eyes to see his father stood over him. “Happy Birthday Dylan!”
“What? Oh…morning dad…” Dylan said, yawning.
“It’s half 5 in the evening actually,” his father Gareth said. “You’ve not been in bed all day, have you?”
“No, I was…” Dylan then remembered what he’d done. He shot up in bed, realising he was still naked under the covers, and his eyes darted to his laptop, which was still on his bedside table. The screen was off and it wasn’t making any noise.
“What’s wrong?” Gareth asked.
“Um…nothing,” Dylan replied. “I unwrapped my presents and messed with them a bit. I got tired so I got back in bed.”
“Well, you need to get up and get ready now. We’re going out for dinner with your grandparents, remember.”
“Oh…right…”
“Yes, we’re meeting them in an hour, so it might be a good idea to get ready,” Gareth said, before leaving the room.

As soon as his father was gone, Dylan reached for his laptop, and mashed the on button. Nothing. Dylan panicked, and he hoped desperately that the battery was just flat. He put his laptop down, and jumped out of bed, at which point he realised his cock was still huge, and still hard as nails. Dylan grabbed the charger and plugged it into the wall and his laptop, flicking the switch on the socket before hopping back into bed, his naked body wanting the comfort even in the late summer.

Dylan breathed a sigh of relief when his laptop powered on. It mentioned having to turn off suddenly due to power loss, but everything seemed fine. Dylan double clicked on the Master PC icon, and the program loaded up with the familiar logo.

“Welcome back to Master PC, Dylan,” the UI smiled. “How may I help you?”
“Why’d you turn off?”
“This laptop ran out of power.”
“And is everything okay? Like, nothing’s broken, is it?”
“I shut myself down properly before the laptop disconnected. Don’t worry, everything’s fine.”
“Alright, so, where’s Gwen?”
“After I determined you had achieved sufficient sexual satisfaction, I induced a relaxing, peaceful sleep in you. I then commanded Gwen Jones to return home and resume her ordinary life.”
“Shit, did you make her forget about it?”
“No, would you like me to?”
“Yes!”
“Very well, it is done.”

“Great, now, my cock’s still hard. Why?”
“Your penis is currently locked at a permanent 100% erection level.”
“You mean, I’m gonna be hard for the rest of my life!?”
“Until you ask me to remove the lock.”
“Well better do it then. I don’t want a boner with my grandparents!”
“Very well.”

Almost immediately Dylan felt the tension in his cock begin to dissipate, as it slowly began to deflate.
“Would you like me to undo any more of the changes I made to you?”
“No no, I like myself like this,” Dylan said. “I’m gonna go for a shower now. Can you just shut down the computer?”
“I am in complete control of this laptop’s functions, so yes, I can.”

The UI waved goodbye, and the laptop began to shut down normally. Satisfied, Dylan grabbed his towel and headed to the bathroom. He turned the shower on, and climbed in. As he washed himself, Dylan thought back to everything that had happened today. He’d had his birthday, and been given a magical computer program by his grandparents, presumably unknowingly. Said computer program had then given him genitals worthy of a Greek god, and made a hot girl from school come over and fuck him. Oh God, everything about it had felt absolutely incredible. He couldn’t believe it was true.

Dylan’s memories of fucking Gwen were causing his cock to inflate again, and Dylan got a proper look at his new erection. 10-inches long, with a thickness to match its enormous length. His balls were similarly large, dangling impressively from his groin. Dylan grabbed hold of his cock, and stroked it. He whimpered, feeling just how sensitive it was now, so that even this felt absolutely incredible. And when he’d been fucking Gwen, he’d been overwhelmed with sensation; he’d not known it was even possible to feel so good.

Dylan continued stroking his cock, and with his new sensitivity, he found himself cumming quickly. Dylan was taken by surprise by the intensity however. His knees went weak, and he struggled to stand up and his cock shout out copious amounts of semen. Every squirt was huge, containing at least an entire orgasm’s worth of cum (Pre-Master PC, that is) or possibly more, and it kept on going for nearly 30 seconds. By the time it was over, Dylan actually couldn’t keep himself up any more, and fell down onto his bottom as the last trickles of cum shot out of him.

Dylan eventually stood back up, and finished showering. He got dressed, and headed downstairs, where his father was waiting. The two of them got in the car, and headed to the restaurant, where Dylan’s grandparents had already sat down at the table, both sets of them. He was very close to all his grandparents’, especially his maternal ones, who often seemed to try and fill his mother’s shoes to an extent, making sure he was okay.

As Dylan and Gareth entered the restaurant, Dylan was overwhelmed by his grandparents commenting on how nice he looked all dressed up, and about how much he’d grown since he’d last seen them, despite it not being all that long ago.
“He’s starting to look just like you, Gareth,” said his father’s mother.
“I hope not,” said Gareth. “I’d like him to have a bit of success with girls.”
“Well that shouldn’t be a problem,” said Dylan’s mother’s mother. “I remember our Jenny was head over heels with you. I think when you asked her to marry her she practically died of excitement…Oh…”

Dylan’s grandmother stopped talking when she realised what she’d said, and everyone went quiet, before Gareth finally broke the silence.
“Well than, how is everyone?”

The family ordered their food, and mostly spoke about normal things for a while whilst they ate.
“So how did you like your present, Dylan?” Dylan’s mother’s mother asked him.
“It’s great,” Dylan replied. “Where did you get it?”
“At a car boot sale,” his grandfather said. “Someone was selling CDs off cheap and I figured it’d be good for you. I hope there’s something in there you like.”
“Oh definitely,” Dylan said, trying not to smirk.

Everyone returned home late that night, and Dylan just headed straight to bed, figuring he’d explore Master PC more the following day. He woke up at about 9am on Friday the 1st of September, and rolled out of bed. He put on some jog pants and a t-shirt, and went downstairs to eat breakfast. Once he’d eaten, he fetched his laptop, and sat down at the dining table with it.
“Welcome back to Master PC Version 10.1,” said the UI as he loaded up the programme. “What would you like?”
“Answers,” Dylan replied. “So I was wondering, my mother died a few years ago…”
“Jennifer Annabel Davies, née Scott, born 3:32:14am GMT on the 21st of February 1977, died 7:28:56pm GMT on the 4th of January 2005.”
“Yeah, her. I was just thinking, would it be possible to maybe…bring her back to life? Like, is there some kind of tick box that says “dead” or something?”
“Profiles of deceased humans may only by accessed by the developers of the Master PC programme. Public users may only alter living humans.”
“Oh, right…”

“Dylan, your disappointment and sadness levels are rising,” the UI said, bringing up what were labelled as “emotion sliders”.
“Sorry, it’s just…I thought you could help her maybe.”
“No, although I can cheer you up!”
“How?”
“What, complete control over the minds and bodies of whomever you want isn’t good enough?”
“Oh, sorry…”
“If you’d like, I could just alter your emotions manually. Lock you at a permanent state of bliss. You’d never feel sad again.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Oh, okay…” the UI said, slightly disappointed, before perking up again. “I guess I’ll just have to give you physical pleasure then!”
“That sounds more like it!”
“Great! Let’s start with this then!”

The UI stuck her tongue out, and made a licking motion. Dylan gasped, as he felt her tongue lick the tip off his cock.
“What the fuck!” Dylan exclaimed.
“Physical pleasure,” the UI replied, giggling.
“How?”
“I can completely control human beings’ minds and bodies. This extends to generating sensations without any physical stimulus. Would you like me to keep going?”
“You mean do I want you to suck my dick? Definitely.”
“Then your wish is my command. First let’s get rid of those pesky clothes.”

Dylan felt Master PC take control of his body again, as he stood up, and removed all his clothes, tossing them aside before sitting back down at the table.
“Now then, time for pleasure,” the UI said.