Page 99 of Smart Ass

When it withdrew, he howled. “No… Max!” His hands clenched around nothing. He was dangerously close to begging.

But then he was being filled again. It was bigger this time. Ridged. One of the fantasy dildos, probably. It stung from the rough entry, and it just kept coming.

Ben thrashed in his bindings. The huge robot curled around his back. It pulled back, making the dildo pass through his sensitive ring of muscles, teasing him with every bump and ridge.

Then it slammed back in, until no space was left between Ben and the bot.

Suddenly, he understood. The hulking maintenance bot was wearing the dildo. Fucking him, not with an appendage that could grasp the dildo, but somehow attached to it. The maintenance bot had its own dick.

And it was going to pound him.

Metallic appendages swarmed his body, unpredictably caressing and scratching, so that he never knew what to expect. No human body with its two limited hands could ever compare.

Then the bot slammed back into him, diving deep. Filling him. Making him howl.

“Don’t come.” Max’s smoky voice came from the bot behind him. A threat and a warning.

Ben opened his mouth to say something sassy, but he never got a chance.

His cock was engulfed by a tight, slick hole and all he could do was moan. Then it started to vibrate. Oh, right… right there at the base, where he was most sensitive.

“Maaaaaxxxxx,” he wailed. He needed more. He never wanted this to end.

“Don’t come.” Max was panting around his own words, his arousal driving Ben higher. This was what had been missing all those times with the stupid android body.

Ben’s hips jerked without his volition, fucking into the toy and impaling himself on that textured cock. He was going to come. He was going to. The earthquake had already hit, deep below the ocean, and now the tidal wave was inevitable.

“Gonna…” he gasped out.

Everything stopped. The vibrations cut off. The cock inside him stilled.

“Nooooooo…” He was trembling. Falling apart.

The bot slowly pushed into him. One. Blissful. Impossible. Ridge. At. A. Time.

The cocksleeve began to vibrate at its lowest setting. Not moving, just holding him trapped.

“Whose hole is this?” Max demanded, as robotic arms grasped under Ben’s knees and bent his legs, leaving him splayed open and dangling off the ground.

“Yours,” Ben admitted. He was unsteady. Falling. But he’d never felt so free.

“Who takes care of you?” The cock withdrew, maddeningly slowly, leaving him aware of each exquisite bump.

“You do. Oh, please, Max!” He was begging now. It didn’t even matter what he was begging for, because Max would provide whatever he needed.

“Who owns you?”

“You, Max. You. I’m yours!” He was shouting it now. Triumphant. Exultant. Everything he wanted and needed, but never quite felt bold enough to say.

The cocksleeve started jerking him while he was pounded from behind. Pincers twisted his nipples and pinched his sides.

He was dangling. Weightless.

Ecstasy hanging from two leather cuffs, filled and surrounded.

“Come, my love,” Max growled out.

Or at least, that was what Ben thought Max had said. He couldn’t focus, though, because pleasure was welling up inside, tipping him over the edge, and then he shattered.