Page 65 of Smart Ass

“You’re gorgeous,” Max told him.

Ben didn’t answer, moaning as his head rolled back against the solid robot that held him. It was so tempting to just keep doing this. To see what kind of sounds he could wring from the boy with just these delicate touches. How far he could break Ben down with these simple caresses.

But he wanted more.

He had the robot in front of Ben pull back, so that he could see everything without the spindly tripod legs and rounded central body in the way.

“What are you doing?” Ben asked again.

“Looking at you,” Max told him. Feasting his circuits on the way Ben’s chest rose and fell. The dark pink circles of his flat nipples and the almost invisible white scars beneath. The smooth expanse of his belly, and the tantalizing trail of dark hair leading lower.

Ben’s soft cock hung heavy between his legs, the smooth flesh and ridged head just a shade darker than Ben’s skin. Delicious.

Ben tilted his head down to look at it, too. “It’s not broken,” he said, looking truly uncomfortable for the first time. “It’s just… let me go and I’ll fix it.”

“Mmmm… I don’t think so,” Max purred. “This is all for me.”

He’d done his research, and he knew what to expect. Ben’s biomechanical dick didn’t respond to mental arousal, only to touch.

Max guided one of the bright white human-like mechanical hands toward Ben’s dick, enjoying the play of the articulated metal knuckles against such vulnerable skin.

Max instructed the machine to stroke gently, teasing the delicate surface and coaxing the underlying mechanics into a rising erection. He knew it would feel good for Ben, awakening Ben’s own nerves and those cloned from his cells.

But the best part should be… there.

He could tell the moment that he found it, the bundle of original tissue that would bring Ben the most pleasure. Ben arched back and pushed into his hand with a heavy moan.

Max instructed the thumb to rub harder right there, while the fingers continued their stroking.

“Oh… fuck, Max. Right there.”

Mmmmm… that’s what Max had been waiting for. The moment when Ben went from defiant to desperate. “Beg me,” he taunted.

“Screw you!” Ben managed, hips thrusting into the waiting hand.

“Oh, well, if that’s the way you want it…”

Max made all the appendages stop, glorying in Ben’s angry wail. He had the bot holding him wheel backward on its treads, causing Ben to scramble so he wouldn’t lose his footing.

Ben looked angry and flushed and confused… but he clearly wasn’t anywhere near using his safeword. That level of control hit Max like a drug.

He could haul Ben around, spank him or fuck him, and always have him begging for more. Max wanted everything at once. He was hungry for Ben. Ravenous.

But first things first.

He turned Ben around against the steady robot’s broad torso to reveal the gentle curve of his spine and round, bouncy ass. Delectable.

With a few more manipulations, the bot was holding Ben’s arms outstretched, pincers gripped around his wrists again. He wanted Ben feeling helpless. Overcome. And very securely held.

Max had the spider bot scuttle over and started the sequence of caresses again, until Ben was grinding against the smooth metal of the bot in front of him. He’d meant this to be a punishment, but Max just couldn’t get enough of Ben’s moans and whimpers.

“Such a horny little slut,” Max told him. “Getting off on a big, dirty mechanic bot.”

Ben shook his head, still panting. “Max, you’re…” He rubbed against it again. “Maaaaaax!”

God, he was perfect.

Max made everything stop, eliciting another wail.