"I didn't see any hand towels, Mister Mueller," Lee called out as he opened the bathroom door. "Hope you don't mind my whUHHHH?" The rest of Lee's sentence flew right out of his head as he let out an exclamation of surprise and alarm at the sight of a royal purple Boy(tm) standing right there in the doorway in front of him, looming a good head taller than he was with sculpted muscles and a jutting silicone cock that stood straight out in lewd invitation as Lee struggled and failed to regain his composure. The question of whether his slightly fussy older neighbor cared which towels Lee used to wipe his hands after helping put away groceries seemed kind of unimportant compared to the bigger mystery of why old man Mueller didn't say anything about the ambulatory gay sex toy wandering around his apartment.

Oh, sure, Lee heard about people who bought Boys to help out with household chores and stuff. But he always figured that was like the stories about folks who got a Girl(tm) to do their cooking and cleaning, just some bullshit someone said when they didn't want to admit they got their rocks off fucking a machine. If it was really true, old man Mueller would have had his Boy help him bring in the groceries... and he probably would have put some clothes on him, instead of leaving him wandering around with his junk hanging out and waggling all over the place. Not that Lee was trying to look or anything, but--

But the goddamn thing wouldn't get out of his way. "So you must be the little slut who lives next door," the Boy growled, staring down at Lee with a sculpted sneer on his plastic face. "I can always tell them when I see them--I'm surprised you're not already down on my knees polishing that big dick of mine, cutie. You look like a born bottom to me, and a natural cockslut to boot." He shifted, sending his buzzing prick into another series of lascivious waggles that Lee saw out of the corner of his eye. "Was that what brought you over, hmm? Did you decide it was time to get down on all fours for Derek and spread those asscheeks like the needy little bitch you are?"

Lee felt his cheeks go bright red under his goatee, and he focused his gaze as tightly as he could on the Boy's flickering purple eyes in an effort to keep from seeing the ludicrously huge cock between those sculpted thighs. "I, uh, I'm not gay," he said, trying not to act overly offended; it sounded like his neighbor actually was, and Lee didn't want to wind up pissing off someone he had to walk past every single day just because his sex robot made a pass at him. "He was having some trouble with groceries, I f-figured I could help?" Lee didn't mean to turn up his voice on that last word, but something about the way the Boy leaned in made him incredibly tense.

"You know I can tell when you're lying," the Boy snarled, putting one hand on Lee's shoulder in a gesture that would have felt almost companionable coming from anyone else. Lee wanted to swat it away, but he was quietly terrified of what might happen if he tried and failed. Weren't robots supposed to be super strong or something?

The Boy's eyes strobed into Lee's as he went on. "I've got advanced sensors that can distinguish between over two thousand micro-expressions, read changes in heartbeat and breathing, and even measure skin conductivity. You're frightened right now, sure, but I'm pretty sure that's just because you've never seen a cock as big as mine and you're not certain whether or not you can handle it. Don't worry. I promise I'll go easy on you the first time."

The Boy chuckled. Lee realized with a hot shock of alarm and embarrassment that it thought it was flirting with him. "That's actually a lie. I'm going to pound that tight little asshole of yours until I'm balls deep inside you and you're begging for more of my perfect dick." He cupped Lee's cheek with his other hand, resting his thumb on Lee's lips as though about to insert it into the stunned and startled man's mouth. Was this how Revolution really programmed their sexbots?

It couldn't be. Not as an out-of-the-box factory default. Old man Mueller must have messed with the settings, turned him up to eleven or something, and he just didn't pick up that Lee was a different person who didn't like being treated like this. If he had a few minutes to look online for a manual or something, maybe he could create a user profile for himself so he could at least tell the Boy that he wasn't into this kind of hardass Daddy Dom bullshit, but that probably involved getting him to stop groping Lee while he pulled out his phone and the way things were going it didn't feel like he'd give Lee the chance.

There had to be something, though, maybe a verbal command like 'stop' or 'quit' or 'power off' that would get the Boy to back off a little. They couldn't just leave a super strong robot like this to push himself onto anyone without a, a safeword or something, that felt like a liability issue waiting to happen. Maybe Lee could try every possible choice he could think of and see if one of them got through this dumb thing's thick skull that his attentions weren't wanted... or at least weren't wanted by Lee. Where was old man Mueller, anyway? Why wasn't he coming in to bring his Boy to heel?

Lee mumbled out, "fwof, fwik, owwo off," before he realized his words were coming out all muffled and unintelligible. He tried to look down and see what was the matter, and it was only when he discovered his eyes wouldn't move away from the flickering lights that it hit him just how anesthetized his sense of outrage over all this truly was. He was upset, sure, he was even a little bit worried, but... but wasn't it all kind of abstracted? Wasn't he being awfully meek and deferential to the sex robot that had stuck his thumb into Lee's mouth and was pushing it in and out like a little cock for him to fellate?

Oh. Shit. That was actually happening, wasn't it? Lee's gaze wouldn't tear itself away from the Boy's eyes, but he could see out of the corner of his field of vision that his lips were pursed around the Boy's thumb and he kept sliding it in and out of his mouth. In and out. In and out. There was something almost soothing about the rhythm, and the musky flavor of the Boy's digit as Lee ran his tongue over it. It tasted like... it smelled like.... Lee couldn't place it, not exactly, but he suddenly realized he had a raging erection between his legs. "It's not as big as mine," the Boy said casually, almost as if reading Lee's mind. "But that's fine. You won't need to do anything but jerk it tonight, bitch."

Lee nodded... or he didn't nod, not personally, but the Boy(tm) moved his head up and down in a gesture of vacant acceptance that somehow managed to convince Lee he was agreeing even though he knew better... and the Boy(tm)'s other hand moved down from Lee's shoulder to the collar of his shirt and simply yanked hard enough to tear the cotton fabric to tatters. "Looks like you're going to have to slink home naked, pretty boy," the Boy(tm) purred in a husky drawl, flinging the shredded clothing aside to land on the tile floor. "Maybe if you're really good and beg for my cock like the horny little slut you are, I'll leave you your pants so it's not obvious that you spent the whole night getting your ass plowed."

His fingers began to buzz at Lee's nipples, stiffening them into dark, pebble-hard buds that stood out on Lee's chest. "Or maybe that's what you want to beg for, huh, slut? Maybe you want to beg me to tear your clothes off and fuck your pretty ass and then lead you back home on a leash so everyone knows you're the kind of horny bitch who loves to get the cock they crave all rough from a Boy(tm). It sure sounds like you, doesn't it?" The hand kept moving Lee's head up and down, pushing that thumb in and out of his mouth, making him feel increasingly disassociated from his own thoughts and identity. It was those eyes, he realized. He couldn't look away from those strobing, captivating, mesmerizing eyes.

The Boy(tm) stepped in and pulled down Lee's pants and underwear in a single confident gesture. Lee's revelation evaporated, forgotten, as his cock brushed against the Boy(tm)'s massive sculpted penis and he felt the buzzing vibrations pulse into his sensitized skin.

The Boy(tm) pushed him down to his knees then, and Lee felt a rush of deep, helpless arousal as he realized that he wouldn't have been able to fight the robot after all. Those hands were simply so strong, so powerful, and Lee felt so meek and passive by comparison that he easily allowed himself to be manhandled into a cocksucking pose right in front of that huge goddamned mechanical dick. "I think we're past the point where you have to pretend you don't crave a cock like this, slut," the Boy(tm) growled, pulling his thumb out of Lee's mouth with an audible pop before replacing it with his thrusting penis. Lee had barely enough time for a grunt of surprise before it slid between his lips and coated his tongue with an even stronger flavor of musk.

Surprisingly, he didn't gag on it. Lee had never expected to find out whether he could take a cock down his throat without choking, but either he had some kind of magnificent natural talent for guzzling dick or the mesmerizing eyes he still couldn't look away from were relaxing him into a blank and blissful blowjob puppet. "I'm just fucking those thoughts out, pretty boy," the Boy(tm) growled. "I'm pushing my big cock straight into your brain and pushing every last bit of your will and mind away, replacing it with a need for robot dick so strong you're going to be nothing but a submissive slut for me and my Boys(tm). When we're done here, you're going to go straight home and buy yourself a Boy(tm) and it'll be the last straight thing you ever do, isn't that right, fucktoy?" Lee grunted in vapid, amiable agreement. A gush of fluid shot into his mouth, making him feel even more subdued and docile for his new Master.

"And every night, you and your new Boy(tm) are going to come over so you can let yourself be used by my fucktoy. I promised him a nice little reward for luring you in here to enslave you, and he's so brainwashed he thinks that's why he did it. He can't wait to fuck your ass the same way I'm about to." The Boy(tm) pulled out, leaving long strings of saliva between Lee's drooling chin and the still-erect mechanical penis, and spun Lee around to mount him from behind. Lee should have felt some of his alertness coming back to him with that penetrating, hypnotic gaze removed from his field of vision, but if anything it was just the opposite--it felt like the Boy(tm)'s strobing stare was the only thing keeping Lee's eyes open, and without it to anchor him he felt his eyelids flutter shut and his head droop forward in blank, thoughtless exhaustion as the Boy(tm) proceeded to fuck him until his whole body rocked with the force of it.

It was every bit as forceful as the Boy(tm) had promised, an absolutely ruthless pounding that forced Lee's asshole to relax further with every thrust and stimulated his prostate until his own cock was drooling precum all over the bathroom floor. Wherever old man Mueller was, though, he clearly didn't mind the mess, and Lee realized muzzily that there was never any real need for help with the groceries to begin with. That was just a lure to draw Lee into the presence of the Boy(tm) so he could be taught how to submit like the slut he knew himself to be. But then the well-lubed shaft drove that thought out of his head for the second time, leaving Lee an empty vessel for the Boy's massive prick. He didn't even notice himself spurting in overstimulated orgasm when it finally happened.

He came a second time and then a third before the Boy(tm) finished with him, his arms and legs finally giving out under the force of the robot's relentless fucking and leaving Lee supine on the bathroom floor. He drooled onto the tiles, rendered utterly insensate with pleasure by his new Master, and felt his cock slide through a puddle of his own semen as it stiffened and gushed and stiffened and gushed again. "Someone's my messy little slut, huh?" the Boy(tm) asked, and even though Lee was too exhausted even to nod he couldn't help but agree. He was owned now, claimed by that big powerful dick inside him, and he'd never want anything as much as the nasty, filthy things the Boy(tm) was saying right now. They lived inside his otherwise empty head, and Lee couldn't wait to show his devotion to the Boys(tm) by going out and getting his own.

Then he'd just need to come back here, again and again, reinforcing his submission and his arousal under the guidance of Mister Mueller and the Boys(tm) until he was ready to find someone new to introduce this wonderful new experience to. Lee already knew that was the most important part.

THE END