Robot Love

Robot Love

This is my story. I hope my telling of it is coherent as I've been sending out my memoirs in four minute quips.

I had been depressed for a few years. Too hopeless to see a way out. The heaviness and burdens of my life's endless decisions were just too much. But I was also too worried about the people I would leave behind to end it all.

My routine was to sleep all day then watch TV all night. There were these commercials where pretty rich women bought these robots. The implied message was that they would be sexually gratified if they got one. Only they weren't mechanical robots. They were living breathing people who had been turned into as much of a robot as a person can be made to be.

Then one day I saw a commercial recruiting people to become robots. Immediately I knew it was my solution. I wouldn't have to live this dreary heavy life, yet I also wouldn't be ending it all. I called right away.

I learned that with the right technology I would lose my will to do anything except what my owner wanted. She might even use me for her sexual pleasure. I would be aware of everything just not responsible for anything -- except for four and a half minutes each day during my "recharge". At this time I would have the option each day to stop being a robot and return to a normal life. My new life would consist of three parts: the recharge, the time I did as told, and if in stasis, a time of pleasant programmed dreaming.

After the procedure I opened my eyes to discover I was in a robot pod. I had been dreaming of running through a meadow of flowers.

The door swung open and I was beckoned to come out. Hearing the words I had zero doubt that I was going to obey. I stepped out into a luxurious bedroom. The kind I could never afford. The kind no normal person could afford. I was lucky just to be in it.

A naked man sat in an easy chair, "Come kneel here." He pointed to the floor at his feet. I knew instantly he was my new rich owner and I would be servicing him without question until my recharge. I didn't love this unexpected turn of events.

In only my white robe, I walked to him directly and knelt. I had no choice even though I felt disgusted. He placed my hands on his knees then spread them wide, "Lean forward and take me in your mouth. As if you want to."

I couldn't believe it was me saying, "You have such an amazing cock." He didn't. "I feel so lucky to have the honor to take you into my being." I felt the opposite of lucky. Were these words programmed in my mind or did I just know that this was what it meant to tell him that I wanted to?

I leaned forward as instructed. I was thinking, if a person wanted to suck a cock they would probably want to do other things too. So I caressed my face with his soft organ. It was warm and smooth and moist on my cheeks. I smiled even as I felt repulsed. "It's a beautiful cock, Sir." I really mean that. I didn't mean it at all.

Then I kissed the tip. I kissed it lovingly like I wanted nothing more than to kiss it. I watched in horror as the piss slit touched my lips. I kissed it gently, tenderly. My lips parted ever so slightly, just enough for my tongue to make the slightest of contact with that part of a man that expels piss. How long had it been since he had peed? Surely there was residual piss on it. And I moaned as if in ecstasy while I did it, "Oh, Sir, you can't know how much I love this."

My master's dick started to expand, "Take it into your mouth now, Gerald." My name isn't Gerald. I felt like a dog must feel when it's re-homed and renamed. I was worth less than a dog now. Even a dog had more agency than I did right then. I engulfed his wormy organ, gliding my lips down the sides.

It was his turn to moan then. Only his moan was real. He really appreciated what I was doing. I felt a genuine sense of my own ability for the first time in years. I was needed as if I was doing something important. I gripped it with my lips, wetting them so I could glide better. I figured he would like that.

Then I tried just opening wide and breathing hot air on it. He should like that. He did. "You're a good boy, Gerald." I felt like a good boy. I wondered why he bought a male robot when he could have had a female robot.

"I've never sucked a cock as fantastic as yours before." I'd never sucked any cock before. It wasn't fantastic. It didn't even taste good considering how rich he was. Then I resumed sucking it with a generous exuberance.

When it was fully hard he had me stand. Unexpectedly he parted my robe and sucked me into his mouth. When I didn't grow he stopped, "Get hard, Gerald." I didn't feel the sexual urge to be hard. But the next thing I knew I was rock hard. He kissed my cock ardently, "Ohh, that's a nice one. Just like mine is a fantastic cock."

I thought it was no big deal. He would suck my dick and I would suck his fantastic cock then he would put me away. But he was full of surprises. The scrawny man moved us to the bed before lying on his stomach, "Fuck me, Gerald. Pound me really hard."

I don't know that I'd ever seen anything more unappealing or uglier than a man's anus. I crawled up over his body, I crawled sensually, and I aimed my stiff erection at his ugly hole, "Wait, Gerald. Wet it."

I thought I would be sick to my stomach at the thought of doing that nasty act to a man's dry sphincter, to get it ready. But then he handed me a tube of lube. I was greatly relieved as I squirted a big blob on his bung.

His voice filled the room with sounds of pleasure when I touched my own piss slit to his tight back door. "Fill me, Gerald. I picked you for your cock. Now use it to make me happy."

I had no choice. I was really going to fuck this man and I was going to do my best to fuck him in a way that made him happy. My cockhead popped in making him flinch, "Oh Gerald! You're so big. I love what you're doing to me." I didn't know anything about fucking ass. I didn't know how to work it in slowly. But I did know he had asked me to pound him. I slammed my cock into the hilt and commenced pounding from the first thrust.

My master yelped and screamed before he relaxed and encouraged my fucking with mewling whimpers, "Gerald! That's sooo goood. Hit me hard." I balled up my fist and whacked him in the back of the head."

"Fuck! What'd you do that for?" He leaned back a bit as he accused me.

"You told me to hit you hard, Sir."

"I meant fuck me hard and now you've spoiled the mood." He lay back down. "Don't misunderstand me again or I'll send you back. "Now make love to my ass, slowly."

Slowly I pumped my cock into the pale man. I ground his ass sensually. I tried a corkscrew motion. And I kissed his neck to show the love I didn't feel. Again he grew excited and turned on. But when he used the right phrasing he could make me do anything, "Gerald, I love your cock. I want you to tell me you love fucking me."

"I love fucking you, master." He could tell they were just words. "Come on, Gerald, I want you to love fucking me. Now love fucking me." And I did.

In no time my orgasm started to build. I was breathing faster and pumping his man-pussy faster and giving off little preorgasmic grunts. He yelled out, "I'm almost there too! Don't cum yet. But keep plowing my ass that you love plowing." And that did it, my orgasm was halted. It didn't go away, I was skimming the top of an endless orgasmic wave which kept going on for as long as I plowed the ass I so much loved plowing.

"I'm gonna cum too, Gerald!" He lifted his head as he drove his cock into the matress. And then he made a stain there as he yelled, "Fill my ass with your cum, Gerald! Cum in me." And my body gave me that orgasmic release just when he told me I could.

Reflecting in my pod after cleaning up the bedroom: I knew that was the longest orgasm I'd ever had. From when it first began, through when he told me to hold off, till when he finally let me cum, must have been five minutes. Could it go on indefinitely? Then I dreamt I was in a forest with beautiful fall foliage. Only all the trees were spinning, doing pirouettes.

I just heard a bell ding. Now I can see a timer counting down from four and a half minutes. This is my time to decide if I want another day as a robot. I liked fucking my masters ass, or was that just because he told me to like it? Can the things he tells me to like affect my thoughts during the recharge?

I just sent my reflections to the metacloud for you all to read. I have thirty more seconds to push the stop button or continue being a living robot for another day. If you see another reflection posted for you to read you'll know I choose to continue. I'm undecided.

Author's note: I have not written a part 2. Perhaps I will if people like this storyline.