Page 98 of Smart Ass

The two bots were coming at him from different angles, and he darted between them. One snagged him, scratching across his side, and he relished the sting. It only drove everything higher.

He dashed back into the room, counting on agility over speed, though the bots were getting faster, too.

Fuck. Maybe he’d never seen their full speed before.

The tall one grabbed him around the waist, lifting him into the air. He hadn’t realized its full strength. He bucked and fought, slippery with the sweat that was starting to pour off him.

He was marched toward the back wall, and it truly wasn’t a choice now.

The two bots worked together to wrestle his hands into the cuffs. His underwear was stripped from his body. His breathing was already ragged, and now it caught in his throat.

Facing the wall, he couldn’t see anything. He could just feel.

Robot extensions swept over his skin. Hoses coiled and slithered over his legs. Something pinched his nipple and twisted sharply, making him howl in commingled pain and arousal.

He heard water running, and it took him a moment to realize that the other bot was probably washing itself or one of the toys that had fallen to the ground earlier.

Frantic giggles bubbled up at the idea of these angry robots making sure they were clean before defiling him.

But of course, they were only representations of Max’s will, and Max would always take care of him.

It made him feel fluttery inside, more than even the feel of so many hands stroking over him.

“Is something funny?” Max teased, as another pincer squeezed Ben’s nipple to the point of white-hot agony.

“You,” Ben punched out.

Two resounding slaps landed on his ass, the pain flashing through him like lightning.

He heard himself moaning.

“Still funny?” Max asked, that deep, seductive voice doing all sorts of things to Ben’s insides.

“Yeah,” Ben managed, still defiant even though he was rapidly losing the plot.

Something clawed along his back, harsh enough to leave a stinging trail in its wake. Some distant part of him noticed that Max was getting better at this; more comfortable judging just the right amount of pressure to hurt him in exactly the right way.

Suddenly, there was a cold presence behind him, chilling his back and wrapping around his form. That must be the taller bot, back from the sink and cool from the water.

It pulled him back against its torso, letting him feel just how small and overpowered he was.

Something smooth and cold slithered toward his ass, worming its way into his crack and teasing around his hole.

His legs were thrust apart, and he whimpered when cold gel dripped down around the intruding appendage.

The silky extension tickled over his hole again, then started pressing its way inside. Ben threw his head back and moaned.

“Say you want this,” Max demanded. The smooth bulb pressed all the way inside him, filling him with a sudden sting.

“Ehhh…” Ben snarked.

“Say you need this. And I’m the only one who gives it to you.”

God, it was true. He needed it like he needed air. He never wanted anyone else again.

He pressed his lips together, shaking his head.

The thing in his ass darted in and out. Opening him. Teasing him. Making him wish for more.