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Eros, The Android Love Slave
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Eros, the Android Love Slave
by S G Johnson
Arnold went to the slave auction. A thin, pale man of
thirty years, already going bald on top, he was a successful
public accountant with his own company. He did not intend to buy
anything; he certainly did not need an industrial robot with
caterpillar treads and mechanical arms capable of lifting forty-
five tons, nor did he want one of the silvery, humanoid shaped
housekeeping robots. A bachelor still, he did his own
housekeeping. He was a neat and tidy man, so it was not much
trouble to keep house for himself. No, he went to see the
sexbots.
They were in a room of their own, a dozen of them, all used,
but showing no sign of the wear they had received. They were
naked, of course, for they were property, not people, and rules
concerning indecent exposure did not apply to art objects,
chattels, or machines. And yet, for all their internal electrical
circuits, they were so human in appearance! This was what Arnold
loved: their apparent humanity, their perfect passivity, their
total focus on the single subject for which they had been trained.
Morons all, their brains deliberately lobotomized to keep them
from ever questioning their status, content only to obey, to
serve, and to please.
Arnold found himself getting warm and hard at the sight of
so much compliant pulchritude. Male and female, they stood, sat,
or lay on their pedestals, legs spread to display their genitals.
Black, white, Oriental, Indian, one with pierced labia decorated
with silver studs, another with long, long red hair, and red hair
on her pussy to match, and another one black, her head shaved
close with the barest fuzz, her ebony body a sculpture magnificent
to behold.
Arnold stared and longed to touch them, to put his fingers
in the warm, dry, android orifices that carried no disease, as
long as you kept them clean and disinfected. He was a fastidious
man, for this and other reasons he only patronized the android
brothels. His sedate grey suit grew unbearably hot as he looked
at the displays of naked, purchasable, willing flesh, and he
loosened his tie and unbuttoned his coat. He looked at the black
female again, and indulged in a brief fantasy of plantations and
mint juleps, then sighed, because as comfortable as his income
was, he lacked the resources to fulfill that particular fantasy.
He moved on, less her presence tempt him into folly.
He stopped dead in his tracks at the sight of the boy. He
was sculpted in classic Greek lines, lightly muscled, with raven
black hair curling over his brow and about his neck, his pale body
smooth and hairless, even his crotch and armpits without hair, a
youth of seeming nineteen years, but in truth, he was one hundred
and twenty-three. Arnold recognized him instantly. What
connoisseur of android flesh would not? This was Eros, first and
best of the android sex slaves.
Eros knelt with his knees wild apart, ass firmly planted
against the white round top of the pedestal. He had a gold ring
in his balls, right at the base of his cock, and a double ended
hook clipped it to an eyelet in the table. Eros had been that way
all night and all day, unmoving, because that was how he had been
told to display himself, and being an android, he knew no pain.
Only boredom. He gazed steadily back at Arnold, his emerald green
eyes startling in the pale face, his lashes thick and black and
long, like a girl's, but oh! He was a beautiful boy.
Arnold's eyes strayed across the youthful, innocent seeming
form that was trained and thoroughly experienced in every
perversion known to man, woman, or animal, and felt his heart
banging against his sternum, asking to be let out to go play with
this vision of corrupt innocence. His eyes slid slowly down the
body, coming to rest at last on the gold ring, flaccid penis
nestled inside it like a pearl in an oyster. Eros wore no other
adornment, no collar or cuffs, no ankle strap, leash, blindfold,
or belt. That one simple ring in his balls held him fast, and
Arnold grew intensely hard looking at it.
The others were decked in the trappings of power, collars,
cuffs, chains, leashes, advertising their abjectness to their
buyers, but Eros was not abject. He was bound, utterly,
perfectly, and forever, by the simple gold ring in his most
intimate synthetic flesh. He could never escape, not unless he
castrated himself, and not even an android would do that.
Moving as if in a dream, Arnold reached for the hook and
unclipped it from the table. He was very careful not to touch the
android skin, even though he could feel its warmth radiating
around his hand. He grasped the hook and tugged gently, raising
the slave to his feet, then pulling him forward and making him
step off the pedestal. He walked forward, leading the boy on a
short leash, to the desk.
"I want to buy this one." Arnold's voice sounded strange to
him, strangely certain and authoritative. ('Why was he buying a
male slave?' he asked himself, then ignored himself.)
The woman at the desk wore a navy suit and white blouse,
with a red, white and blue scarf around her neck. She looked up,
glanced at Eros, then said, "The peremptory bid on this specimen
is fifty thousand dollars."
"Done." He had the credit, he could manage the payments, it
would be a staggering load on top of the house he had just bought,
but he would forgo the new car until the android was paid for.
His clients would think him frugal for driving an older car. Yes,
it would be all right.
He signed, collected the papers and put them in his pocket,
then unclipped the hook and laid it on the desk. "This, I
believe, is yours."
Then he put two fingers through the gold band warmed by Eros
flesh, felt the soft sex nestling about his fist, and felt the
power soaring through him. This was his android, he could do
whatever he pleased to it. And Eros, veteran of every form of
deviancy, would cooperate, seeking only to give him pleasure.
Whipping, binding, enemas, insults, exploitation of all his
orifices; these images flashed helter skelter across Arnold's
mind. Yes, much better for it to be a male slave, to be abused as
real men never were. Yes, that was the source of this awesome
feeling, that he was God, and could use his servant in any way he
chose, violating all rules of decent conduct, the moronic brain
eager for whatever he would do.
He was painfully erect as he walked out the front door, his
prize in tow. He walked down the street, his slave attracting a
few admiring glances as they proceeded down the block. Yes, envy
him! Arnold reveled in it, his prick growing massively large,
paining him at each step, a virility he had never experienced
before. At last, feeling his trousers must surely burst, he
reached his Mercedes, unlocked the passenger door, and let Eros
in. The android slid gracefully into his seat, and Arnold shut
the door, went around to the other side, and climbed in. His
slave looked expectantly at him, coral colored lips slightly
parted, the brilliant eyes eager to serve his new master.
"Not yet," said Arnold. And yet, his groin was paining him
so much he had to do something about it. He opened his pants and
pulled it out, admiring the largeness of it, the inflamed purple
color, the sheer magnificence of such and awesome organ. He had
never thought himself to be capable of such achievement. With a
sigh of pleasure, he pulled away from the curb.
At home Arnold put the car in the garage, then came around
and opened Eros' door. Reaching in, he caught the magic ring that
gave him so much power, and pulled Eros out of the car and onto
his feet. With the android right behind him, he entered the
house, prick first, delighting in his new found power to do as he
pleased. He had never walked naked about his house, he had always
slept in pajamas and worn a robe to and from the shower. But it
was his house, his alone, who could dictate to him in his own
home? A man's home was his castle. Proudly he led Eros upstairs
to the bathroom.
The room was large, with a tub big enough for him to stretch
out and enjoy a whirlpool. Or, as he now realized, big enough for
two. "Draw a bath," he told Eros, releasing him at last. The
boughten slave knelt obediently, knees spread, and bent forward to
turn on the water, displaying his anus. Arnold caught his breath,
thinking of the cleanliness of the artificial asshole, and the
pleasure to be had from inflicting enemas upon it.
He went to his room, stripped off all his clothes, then
donned a latex condom and a pair of latex doctor's gloves. The
condom was painfully tight, he had only regular size ones, and he
made a mental note to buy himself the large size next time. He
returned to the bathroom, where Eros was sitting on the edge of
the tub.
"Get in." Eros obeyed with comment or reaction, eyes
glancing lightly over his new master with only a trace of
curiosity.
Arnold climbed in with him, wet his hands in the water, then
rubbed the pale green bar of soap, lathering them generously. He
reached forward, laying his hands on Eros firm young chest, and
caressed it slowly, spreading the lather across his body with
long, sensuous strokes. His cock throbbed in its nest of
dishwater blonde hair, and his hairy legs trembled with the urge
to thrust.
Eros stood passively, turning and bending as he was told,
lifting arm or leg for his master's convenience. Arnold covered
him in white lather, then made him kneel and washed his hair,
running his hands through the thick forest of curls, his hard cock
bumping against Eros' face.
Eros turned his head slightly, and now Arnold's cock bumped
against his mouth, and was sucked between the parted lips. It was
too much for Arnold, he wanted desperately to pull out, to hold
off a little longer, to wait for his satisfaction until everything
was exactly the way he wanted it, but he was speechless. Eros'
mouth was eating him little by little, the dry android mouth
sucking only because there was no lubrication for licking,
gradually drawing him deeper and deeper into the artificial
orifice that looked and felt so real, but dry. Arnold erupted,
hands clenched in the lathered hair, slamming the robot's face
against his crotch, forcing all his length into the deep throat.
Eros reached up, and with his hands, pushed Arnold's balls into
his mouth too. Arnold was sure no human being could have done
such a thing, they would have choked trying it. He filled the
reservoir tip of the condom with his sperm, gasping for breath,
and hanging onto Eros' head for support.
When at last he could move, he withdrew, threw the condom in
the wastebasket, and said, "Don't ever do that unless I tell
you."
"Yes, master," Eros replied evenly.
Arnold looked at him, for Eros' voice did not sound like the
mechanical programming he was used to with other androids. Then
he dismissed it, for the robot had responded properly. If his
voice was more human than expected, that was a bonus.
Arnold turned on the shower, and rinsed Eros. He turned
this way and that, following the pressure of Arnold's hands in
perfect obedience, words unneeded to fulfill Arnold's commands.
Arnold began to smile again, and his groin grew warm again,
and he turned Eros unnecessarily a few times, stroking his back,
hands sliding down onto his ass, while his cock grew again to
think what he was going to do to him next. Arnold slid his hand
between the two taut cheeks, and Eros compliantly spread his feet
into a wider stance, and leaned forward at the waist so Arnold
could toy with his anus. The mechanical slave sighed then, and
braced his hands against the wall of the shower.
Arnold fetched the enema bag and filled it with antiseptic
douche. He carefully threaded the tube into the hollow butt plug,
and getting the plug wet in the shower, guided it between Eros'
legs. His slave obediently accommodated him, the plug sliding
easily into that well used orifice. Eros made a little sound as
the thickest part of the plug forced through his anal sphincter,
then Arnold grabbed his neck and bent him down, enjoying the
roughness. The android grasped his knees, and Arnold hung up the
enema bag, his cock standing up tall and hard as his eyes followed
the clear liquid down and into the subservient' ass. The water
from the shower poured over the doubled body of Arnold's new toy,
and the enema water poured into him, and Arnold thought he would
come again right there.
He quietly counted off the two minutes required for proper
disinfecting, then removed the tube and let the remaining contents
of the bag drain down away with the shower water. Then he
extracted the enema plug, the boy exhaling sharply, but remaining
obediently bent. He dropped the plug into the bottom of the tub,
then slid two fingers in to replace them. He spread his slave's
anus open, pulling it wider and wider so that he could see the
fluid inside it.
"Stand up slowly."
Eros obeyed, the liquid running out his ass and down his
legs, splattering Arnold's gloved hands. Arnold redirected the
shower stream to wash his chattel's legs. Only then did he strip
off the latex gloves and send them after the other piece of latex
he had used, and only then did he touch his sextoy with his own
two hands.
Eros turned to face him, tipping up his mouth for a kiss,
eyes searching Arnold's.
"Turn around and bend over."
Eros turned and bent, his star like anus staring directly at
Arnold, right at the level where all Arnold had to do was lean
forward to slide his prick in the wet hole. The warm shower
streamed upon his shoulders, and moving in a daze, he stepped
closer to the submissive flesh, and setting the point of his sword
against it, thrust home.
Eros gasped, pushing himself back against the invader,
forcing him deeper into his willing body while Arnold began to
pump the clean, clean hole. He did not have much stamina, and
after a few minutes of sliding in and out, he felt himself
climbing towards his second climax. He happily came, feeling the
freedom of doing exactly what he pleased when it pleased him. He
rested, then withdrew.
"Wash your mouth and ass just like I did." He stepped out
of the shower and toweled off.
Eros straightened, his erect cock sticking out before him.
"Master, before I do that, I would like to have an orgasm."
Arnold stared at him in shocked horror. "What?" he gasped
disbelievingly. "How did that happen?" He pointed accusingly.
"I am fully capable of all sexual functions, and I enjoy
them."
"But, but, that's not the way an android works. It's just
programming. You can't feel pleasure!"
"I do. I was the first. When they discovered I was capable
of more than they intended, it was too late to undo. I had been
sold and trained in a high class brothel, and they did not want to
return me to my manufacturer. But all androids after me were
built with strict limitations as to their abilities and functions.
They can learn nothing outside of their programming. They are
idiots. But I am not. I am a man. An artificially created man,
but I think, and I feel. And I want to get off."
"No, no, no!" Arnold cried. "I forbid it! You will not
think anymore! You will act like you're supposed to act! I
command it, I program it, I do whatever it takes! Be like the
others!"
"Yes, master," Eros said resignedly.
Things went peacefully after that. Eros offered no
conversation, and Arnold did not speak to him. Arnold used him
every day, mouth and ass, and enjoyed watching his slave brush his
teeth or give himself and enema afterwards. He even thought about
his slave while at work. Sometimes he paused to masturbate,
sitting in his desk chair, the noises of computers and staff
voices coming faintly through his closed door. He bought himself
some new, more stylish clothes, and his friends commented upon how
well he looked.
In the meantime, Eros grew bored. After Arnold had his will
of him and went off to work, he masturbated himself skillfully and
fully, but it was lonely by himself, and frustrating to have his
needs so deliberately ignored by his master. He had been sexually
frustrated before of course, several of his previous masters had
liked to tease him to distraction, sometimes for days, before
granting him relief. But Arnold denied him any hope for
satisfaction.
Eros started keeping house, simply for something to do. He
read all of Arnold's books, even the accounting ones. He studied
them quite diligently, mastering the material because it was
different from anything he had studied before, and because hours
spent in study were hours not spent lying on his back masturbating
and staring at the ceiling, hating Arnold.
Each day when Arnold came home, he was waiting, taking hat
and coat, bringing the paper, massaging his master's tired feet,
and sucking him off before dinner. But when Arnold asked him if
he knew how to cook, Eros lied and said no. It was a petty
revenge, but 'petty' was the only kind of revenge he could get.
Eventually the books were exhausted and the movies all
watched. Television rarely offered him anything he had not seen
before. At one hundred and twenty-three years old, he had seen
all the reruns he could stand. So he sat simmering, with nothing
to do, too horny for masturbation to help, and too frustrated for
rational thought. He discovered a new capability.
Anger.
It surprised him when he realized what he was feeling, then
pleased him, and he hoarded his anger to himself like a miser
counting his gold. Over and over he repeated to himself the
litany of his suffering, that Arnold denied him the full function
of his nature, denied his sexuality, denied his intelligence, and
worst crime of all, bored him out of his skull to the point where
he wanted to stick his finger in the wall socket and fry his
circuits.
That night they went through their usual evening routine.
Dinner, dishes, television, bed. Arnold stripped naked, for he
had given up pajamas since buying his slave, and the two slipped
under the sheets.
"Come here," he whispered.
Eros obediently put his head in his lap and took his
partially erect flesh into his mouth. He groaned with pleasure,
the dry mouth of his slave exciting him the way a smelly wet woman
never could. When he was fully hard, Eros moved his mouth down,
kissing his balls, sucking them one by one into his mouth, then
sliding down between his legs to run his dry tongue along the
underside. He pushed Arnold's knees up so that his feet were flat
on the bed, the better to reach the entire circumference of his
scrotal sack.
Then Eros hands pushed harder on his legs, doubling his
knees against his chest, pinning him there, while the android
kissed his ass, tongue flicking across the wrinkled flesh, sending
flames of white heat through the now frightened Arnold.
"Stop that!" he cried.
Eros sucked his asshole, nibbling it with his porcelain
teeth, and teasing it with his tongue.
Arnold let out a long low cry of pleasure, loving the feel
of having that most filthy part of his body explored, but
terrified at what might happen next. Eros kept sucking it,
pressing his tongue against it, forcing the pointy tip into the
tight ring of flesh, making him twitch and moan and cry, "No, no,
not that!"
But Eros did not relent, he kept tormenting Arnold's ass
until Arnold's mind snapped, and he lay still, staring at the
ceiling, admitting to himself he wanted the filthiest of all acts
done to him. Reading his submission in his body language, Eros
crawled up between his legs, and set the tip of his already
greased, hard cock against the opening.
Arnold began to cry in misery and desire, tears streaming
from his eyes, afraid it would hurt, afraid more that it wouldn't.
Eros gently leaned into him, the tip violating the first ring of
muscle, and Arnold began to gasp and jerk, his involuntary
movements impaling himself on synthetic flesh. Centimeter by
centimeter Eros introduced his flesh into Arnold's virgin ass, and
Arnold felt the most overwhelming pleasure he had ever had, and
not one bit of pain.
"Fuck me!" he screamed.
And with a sigh of profound contentment, Eros did.
After it was all over, Eros sat with his back against the
headboard, and Arnold lay limply staring at the ceiling, wondering
what in the world had happened to him.
"I've been thinking," said Eros.
Arnold groaned.
"One man and one house is not enough to keep me busy. I
want a job. I've read everything you've got on accounting, and I
know I can pass the licensing exam. I want you to hire me to work
in your office."
"I can't do that!" Arnold sat up. "You're an android!"
"Nobody will know that if we don't tell him. I will be Eric
Taylor, and nobody will question me. We'll have to get fake
identification for me, but I know how to do that." Arnold forbore
asking him how he knew. He didn't think he would like the answer.
"But, but, I bought you! You can't, I can't, it's-"
"I will buy myself from you with my wages."
Arnold stared speechlessly at him. "You're going to go
away?"
"I'm not the android you thought you were getting, and I've
tried, but I can't be the android you want me to be. I don't see
any option."
Arnold's ass burned with the after effects of pleasure, a
little sore now that he no longer had endorphins flooding his
body. "I don't want you to leave."
"You don't?"
Arnold crawled up Eros' legs and offered his mouth to him.
"We could be partners," he said.
Eros bent his head to meet Arnold's mouth. "Partners," he
breathed. "I've never been a partner before. Yes, I accept your
proposal. Yes."
Their mouths met in mutual kiss, the first time they had
ever done that. Their tongues met, and soon Eros' - Eric's -
mouth was wet with saliva from Arnold's mouth. And that was all
right with Arnold. It was so right that he slid lower, and said,
"I want to do for you what you did for me."
Eric smiled, and rolled over, splaying his legs so that he
had good access. Arnold lay between his legs and began to lick,
thoroughly wetting the synthetic skin, and the android writhed,
moaning out loud, his voice loud in his ears, a pleasure to hear
after the weeks of enforced silence. Arnold grew bolder, and
licked across the wrinkled flesh, and Eric's knees drew up,
lifting his ass against Arnold's mouth, increasing the pressure on
Sodom's Gate, so that he groaned loudly. Arnold sucked him hard
then, and he cried out, and Arnold sucked him some more, then
wiggled the tip of his tongue against the tight wrinkles.
Eric, having more complete control over his body than did a
biological man, relaxed those muscles, and Arnold's tongue entered
him. The soft, wet, warm tongue went in and out, in and out,
making him claw the bedsheets, crying "Yes! Deeper! Oh!" as
Arnold complied.
Arnold found himself with an aching hard cock from listening
to Eric's wild cries, and took his tongue out of Eric's ass long
enough to say, "You're making me very horny. Could I please fuck
you?"
"Yes!" Eric panted in reply.
Arnold gently entered him. "Is this all right?"
"Yes! Oh! Yes!"
Arnold tried to pace himself, to work slowly and gently so
that he would not come too soon, but Eric squirmed and cried,
"Harder!"
So he dug a little deeper, and Eric panted and moaned and
cried, "Harder!" again, so he went a little faster, and Eric was
kicking the mattress and pounding his hands on the bed making
animals noises so that he could not control himself any longer,
and began beating out Nature's eternal dance.
Eric's body spasmed and clenched, shaking with climatic
orgasm, his long hunger finally satisfied. Arnold came with a
rush that left him lightheaded, and they lay together, both of
them slick with Arnold's sweat.
"You see," whispered Eric. "It's much better when we
cooperate."
"I see," said Arnold. "I do see. But I still want to give
you enemas."
"As long as you let me get horny when you do it."
"Does it arouse you?"
Eric laughed. "Anything in my ass arouses me. I'm made
that way."
Images of candles, knife handles, riding crops, and other
implements protruding from Eric's ass flitted through Arnold's
mind. "Can I play with it?"
"Go ahead."
Arnold savored the fantasy, then admitted a new element.
"Will you do the same for me?"
"With pleasure."
"I think this will work out better than I expected."
"Me too," replied Eric, snuggling happily under his lover's
weight.
And they lived happily ever after.
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