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“I’ll let you live for now. If you answer this question.” “Shoot.” “Do you have a dick?”
“That was straightforward.”
He’s still pinned to the ground, your leg on his chest. With each passing second you’re adding more and more pressure as you stare at him through the scope of your gun. You can hear the whirring of his parts as he’s calculating how to answer your question, how to avoid it, and get out of this predicament. “Why do you want to know?” “Just curious.”
“Let’s just say my creator had me in mind for other purposes besides just fighting.” “Oh.”“You happy?” “Not quite.” You apply more pressure on your foot, before ultimately deciding what you were to do with him. You bound his arms together, dragging him to a nearby building before tying up his legs too. Making sure the bound was extra tight so as to prevent him from escaping, you stand up and put your hands on your hips admiring your work. “What are you going to do with me?”“Guess.”
If he had a face, your pretty sure you would’ve seen his eyes go wide. It’s a shame though, you’ll work with what you can get. You lean down and examine him, your eyes scanning through each intricate part of his model. Each exposed part of his body you poke and prod, and each giving the reaction you wanted. For a robot, he was surprisingly sensitive. Every time your fingers slid into his waist, you swear you could hear his gears grinding faster. Was he going to overheat?
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”
“Am not.”
You ignore him, rolling your eyes as you continue exploring him. You spot a button on the side, instinctively pressing it to see what happens. A panel of metal on his crotch moves, revealing a long shaft. Aha! MK.R looks away in embarrassment as you slide your hand up his length. Being such an advanced robot, he can feel everything you’re doing to him, and this part is extra sensitive to your ministrations. You admire every detail as you glide your fingers down, then up, and then to his tip, circling it with your thumb. He lets out a grunt and you immediately take notice.
“Stop that.” He whispers, wriggling around but to no avail.
“Make me.” You get closer and closer, your face right next to his dick. Faint sounds of gunfire in the distance, you get a call from your teammate asking, where the fuck are you? You ignore it as you take the tip of his dick in your mouth. His reaction is instant as he stops moving around. “Ahh..” He moans out, his head leaning back out of pleasure. You take more and more until you feel it hit the back of your throat. You moan due to your mouth being filled so well. You go up, then down, then back up, keeping a constant pace. Wet, sloppy sounds and the smell of sex filled the air as you continued. MK.R was doing everything in his power not to let out a particularly loud moan. He was fighting a losing battle with every passing moment that you kept on going. You moaned with your mouth still on his dick, the vibrations almost making him release right then and there. At this point, he had already given up. The pleasure was too strong for him to resist as he let out a string of moans. His usual monotone was nowhere to be found, he was too fucked silly to even come up with a witty response. This had gone on for far too long and he was about to cum anytime soon. You pulled off him, spitting into your hand as you excitedly gave him a handjob. Your hands moved faster and faster, the entire thing was sloppy, messy, and wet but so, so hot. His back arches when fat, white spurts of artificial semen squirt out of his tip as he lets out a series of garbled unintelligible sobs. You smile, ear to ear, satisfied.
“I’ll keep my end of the deal.”
“Your end of the deal was to let me go if I answered your question. This was not part of the deal.” He retorts, but you can’t hear any malice laced in his tone. “Oops.”
You untie him and quickly jetpack to safety, the search zone rapidly approaching. You meet up with the rest of your team, and all of them are rightly pissed at you for missing half the battle, cursing you out on the way to the middle for the final battle. Your hands are still wet.
Huh, guess that answered your question then.