Page 97 of Smart Ass

He darted to the left, circling around the tall one and sprinting toward the door. His adrenaline spiked, coursing through him.

Max chuckled, but it was full of threat. He knew he was going to win, and Ben knew it too.

The spidery bot caught him around the waist, pincers grabbing each arm roughly while another extension slithered between his legs.

Ben moaned, bucking against it even as he fought for freedom.

It was looser around his arms now, starting to stroke him. It was so tempting to just relax into those sinful appendages. To let Max win.

Ben opened the button of his jacket and slid out of it, twisting away from the bot’s grasp.

“What…?” Max sputtered.

Ben grinned. His skin crackled with awareness. There was electricity in the air.

Ben swooped around the table, putting it between himself and the bots. With just one of them, he’d be able to circle indefinitely. With two, coming at him from each side, he didn’t stand a chance.

The first one hung his jacket over a chair, but that was all the reprieve he got.

He darted, side to side, weighing which one would reach him first. His heart was pounding. His dick was plump and aching.

In a moment, the bots were going to have him pinned.

He could hear his own ragged breathing. And… mmmm… he could hear Max’s breaths too.

Max obviously didn’t need to breathe. He didn’t have lungs. But to hear him so overcome that he expressed it this way, rough exhalations coming from around the room like they were being forced out of him, drove Ben wild.

The bots were coming at him from either side. Just as the tall bot had him within grasping range, he realized that he could duck under the table.

He crawled through, just in time for the spider-like one to pin him on the other side. Two of its walking legs bent to pin his thighs, while the others anchored its weight. Then its four arms were working him over, pincers and articulated fingers working the buttons on his shirt and his belt buckle.

Cool fingers coaxed his cock into rigid arousal, his body singing as his shaft was finally able to show the need that was pulsing through him. He bucked up into it, seeking friction, even as he tried to wriggle away.

The thing towered over him, its orb-like body glistening black and ominous.

Ben whimpered. Oh, fuck was that hot.

Ben twisted and struggled, trying to evade the multi-jointed arms, but they just followed him wherever he went.

“Naughty boy,” Max crooned. “I hope you don’t think you’re getting away.”

Ben went feral, kicking and slashing. His shirt flapped open when he got enough momentum to fling himself to the side, the spider bot momentarily compensating for losing the stability of two of its limbs with a little dance.

The other bot snagged both his ankles, but instead of holding him captive, it pinched the fabric there, letting him slither out of his pants in a bid for freedom.

The floor was cold on his belly and knees, making him feel dirty and small.

Hunted.

Prey.

He got to his feet, half stumble and half runner’s start, and made for the door.

He tried the handle desperately, unthinking about his nude state, just the desire to escape.

It was locked. Of course.

“Oh, no, sexy baby.” Max’s voice came from all around him. “You can’t escape me that easily.”