Date: Mon, 23 Dec 2013 21:22:21 -0800
From: borischen <borischen (at) zoho (dot) com>
Subject: Love and the Robot (LATR) chap 1

Introduction

This is mecha-love futuristic explicit gay-sex tale. Set far in the future,
follows the life of a successful 32 year old business manager/engineer as
he decides to be like the rest of the world by getting himself a pleasure
cyborg. A robot of his design. Now he'd have to explain the presence of a
human-like machine that was with him day after day without admitting that
he had a mecha sex slave, and was into gay sex with a younger man too.

This short story expected to be complete in January 2014. Most updates made
weekly on Wednesday evenings.

Some of the chapters to this story are locked. You must 'follow' me and be
registered as an adult to see them.

Thanks for reading and sending your comments to:

Borischen at zoho dot com.

Boris Chen, Yuma, AZ

'Love And The Robot' by Boris Chen. Copyright 2013. All Rights Reserved.

Chapter 1

The idea started long ago, back about 2080 after the drone wars. But only
became legal in the USA two years ago. Since then everyone trying to make a
buck has gotten into the pleasurebot business.

There's two parts to the business, manufacturing/software and sales. The
biggest companies own the retail stores people go for pleasure. Some go
there for simple sexual fulfillment some go because they're lacking
something in their lives, like physical contact and affection.

We all had our reasons for going. In my case it was the memories I
craved. I saw on the news-wires it was the most common reason for joining
one of those places. People wanted something, some sexual fulfillment that
could be remembered while masturbating alone or with someone who otherwise
didn't 'fill the bill.'

These machine were very lifelike. They had their own TV show too. Like the
game show called The Dating Game, their program pitted one young shapely
female against three male suitors. Her task was to ask questions trying to
figure out who was mecha and which one was human. If successful she won the
dream vacation for both of them for a week. It was actually just a 30
minute Robco advert.

I wanted the memories for those times I was alone so I could replay it in
my head with my eyes closed, dick in hand. I also wanted sex at home on my
terms and my schedule which was a bit much to expect from another human. I
think I also wanted some companionship but I needed that on my terms which
would be a lot to expect of an actual person.

In the elevator I used my device to order a cab to the front door of the
condo building. Thirty minutes later we were almost to the mall. The cab
signaled right, pulling to the curb in the taxi drop-off area by the mall
entrance. We're here already? This whole thing is happening much faster
than I was psyched up for.

Stepping from the cab I walked across the area just outside the
entrance. Fashion Valley Mall here in San Diego was the first in the
southern California to get one of these stores. I had reservations at the
Robco store to order my cyborg. In this economy they have lots of daily
openings. Most people do these online. I preferred the human touch.

This was the new tech, some people call it cyborg, some call it mecha. The
Mormon church management called it an abomination. These things are machine
inside but human flesh, muscle and hair outside. Over time the technology
developed to replace human parts with mecha parts. These 'people' are not
alive. They have no soul only a computer. They have a nuclear power plant
inside which powers human organs and skin. They can eat and salivate but
must dump tanks after each meal. I hear it's something you never want to
witness or smell. They also have batteries for power storage since the nuke
plant isn't enough to maintain all functions during peak use, like fucking
or running.

The malls today are a trap. This one is no exception. They employ lots of
technology to track and snoop into your head. Before I walked inside, I put
my device on 'airplane mode' to avoid them tracking me via the signals in
my device. I wore Stealthspecs to hide my facial identity and block eye
grabbing 'personalized' ads. I have nothing and everything to protect. I'm
making a huge purchase today and I don't want the bad guys to know I have
means. The augmented reality glasses blocked all ad signs, fixed or
moving. Sign spinners at intersections looked like a blur with the
augmented reality glasses on running AdBlockerVisual.

This place was supposed to be near the huge Amazon store. I walked for
about five minutes before I saw the logo on the sign over the door. The
place is about the same size as a large restaurant. It's divided into
salesrooms, experience rooms, and technology rooms where the cyborgs are
serviced, and stored. I'm destined for the salesroom this trip.

Behind the desk was a very handsome young man in a suit, perhaps 30 years
old. In a place like this it always makes you wonder if the employees are
mecha or human, but today it's considered rude to ask (in polite
society). The custom is to self identify within a few minutes of your
meeting.

After scanning the birth ID chip (BIC) in my right forearm I was greeted by
name then escorted to a salesroom. Inside the room was a glass top desk, a
terminal, a stack of paper forms and pen along with two chairs. Each side
of the desk had a monitor. The man from the front desk left but returned
moments later handing me a tablet computer with an order questionnaire.

This is where I first really gave thought to why I came. The purpose of
this app was to customize my cyborg, there were some pretty personal
questions I had to answer. This was the first time I actually had to
document my preferences and share them with another person, sort of like a
coming-out. There were some huge privacy implications. My lawyer assured me
this chain had the best record for protecting privacy.

On the very top I saw my serial number was already inserted but my name
wasn't anywhere to be seen on the form. There was a stylus in the slot
along the side which concealed itself when the pen was removed, nice
feature. I smiled as I pulled the stylus into my left hand.

Leaning back making myself comfortable I started working on the design
form.

My preferences were:

male, late-adolescent (17, 18, 19 appearing).

Caucasian (75%)-Asian(25%) mix.

olive-pale white mix color skin.

red lips, thicker, more Asian shape.

more Asian type nose.

black hair, straight, several inches long.

black eyes under full wide eye brows.

non descript ears laid back against the head.

average neck, not too long.

ample shoulder muscles.

somewhat V-shaped torso.

slightly muscular in the chest.

flat stomach, no washboard abs.

plain shallow inny belly button, no fold or ridge around the rim, just a
gentle sloping round hole about the size of a pool cue tip. Smooth bottom
and sides.

tight-firm legs but no big muscular show. Slight pubes with no progression
above the pubic patch.

slight fuzz in the armpits, no scent there or in the groin.

ample balls, smooth, hairless sack. Pale colored, not dark meat.

matching color dick, four inches soft, seven hard. Nice rounded head,
classic helmet shape, head same color as the lips and nipples. He'd be a
cum shooter too. Average orgasm of nine spurts of four inches to three
feet. He would be able to salivate, pre-cum, cum, and piss.

odorless feet, long toes, good arches. Smooth bottoms.

flat red large diameter nipples, tiny teat in the middle. Nipple skin loose
enough to lift up by gentle mouth suction. When stimulated the optional
female-type teat can extend from underneath for breastfeeding action, which
is the reason for ordering extra wide nipples in the first place.  I
clicked on two inch diameter, relaxed size.

weight, 130lbs, height 5' 9' Name would be Kevin.

At the bottom of the form was the <PURCHASE> icon. I paused briefly
considering the $57,000 price tag. Some of the extra cost of mine was for
customization and rapid delivery. There were much cheaper models that you
rented in the store or a hotel, the generic factory designs. This store had
about thirty of those. Just the thought of sharing a cyborg gave me the
creeps. Especially considering this model was well within my affordable
range for a toy. I didn't go to ten years of college to be sharing a cyborg
with some faceless mall pervert coming by for a quickie, no matter how well
they got sanitized for my protection.

-+-

Within 45 seconds of clicking on <PURCHASE>, my watch buzzed letting me
know I had a message. Probably from the bank. The door opened, in came a
different guy, in a pin stripped suit, smiling dark haired man about 45
years old.

He introduced himself as he took the seat on the other side of the desk
from me. With a few clicks on the glass desktop (one of those projected
keyboards polarized so nobody else but him can see) he logged into the
computer. The monitor on my side lit-up to show a slowly rotating naked 18
year old man, their idea of what I was ordering. Within seconds Kevin was
depicted getting on a school bus, then riding a bicycle on a suburban
sidewalk, then on a skateboard in a park making some trick moves on
vertical ramps with his hair blowing behind him in the wind. Then he was
shown asleep in bed wearing only white briefs with a pile of dirty clothes
on the floor - a game terminal paused nearby. Next I saw 'Kevin' in the
school cafeteria interacting with his peers in school being vulgar and
sloppy eating lunch and trying to make a friend blow milk bubbles out his
nose.

Next I saw Kevin trying to do homework in the library, head on his palm as
he read a boring European history text on the screen. The stylus dropping
from his hand as he struggled to stay awake. Lastly I saw him getting into
a worn-used, rusty 2040 Ford Falcon driving somewhere with this stereo
blasting but mostly well behaved behind the wheel.

He drove to a small house, looked like California. Palm trees, one pine
tree in the front yard. He entered the kitchen door, across the room, down
the hallway to his room, same one I saw earlier, laid in bed, plugged a
cable into the back of his head, laid in bed and became still.

Then it hit me, this is really just a cyborg! Despite all the natural
behaviors and looks, he was not alive, just mecha. But he was also sex
appeal on two feet. I was hard and dripping at his appearance.

I felt no guilt because sex with a cyborg of any age is legal in North
America. At this price I was going to indulge myself.

-+-

Next, we went over the personality traits. I had to describe behaviors I
wanted and didn't want to see.

I wanted him to call me by my first name, not 'dad'.

I didn't want any arguments that became loud but we could discuss and
disagree and change our minds and be flexible with each other.

He was to be able to eat a little.

He should only charge in his room or at places I approve.

Kevin cannot have any friends over I did not pre-approve. And other cyborgs
must be identified as such immediately.

No more swearing than twice a day in my presence.

He was to be a good student type but have a taste for new and somewhat
exciting things.

Kevin was not to be a big risk taker, no sports aside from some
skateboarding with gear on.

No religious preferences, no phobias, fast learner, forgiving, and most of
all he was to be wanting sex daily and be slightly aggressive. He was to
act as if casual nudity at home for either of us was to be the norm. And he
should be as devoted to me as a good dog would be, willing to give his life
to protect me or my relatives.

Theft proofing and privacy protection would be enabled, and he would not
gain any weight or age at all. He'd also arrive with a valid California
drivers license, although I don't even own a car.

With a handshake my order was accepted and approved. Shipping date was for
three weeks, delivered to the store. On July first Kevin would be ready to
come home.

We shook hands again at the office door. Out into the mall I was barely
able to concentrate, thinking how I was going to get this out of my mind on
the weekends while I waited for delivery.

Walking past the mindless clothing stores I was thinking to myself, too bad
real relationships with real humans can't be this easy. I am so delusional.

I caught another cab for home, took about fifteen minutes to get a
ride. While I was sitting at the cab site I had to deal with two beggars
and one homeless woman that stunk like rotting flesh. I kept to myself,
like I always do in public. If you don't see them they usually assume
you're crazier than them and leave you alone. Once one homeless person acts
like you aren't a mark the rest nearby see and avoid you. Sort of like
zombies not attacking other zombies.

This is the reason why I always dress in jeans when going to the mall, even
to a place like Robco.

I got home 45 minutes later to stick the SD card into my computer to review
what I'd ordered. I could make some changes to my order for the next 48
hours. He would be built in Japan and shipped in a crate to NA with all the
rest of that production bunch.

I went to bed so I could access the system in that room, switched the
monitor to project onto the ceiling, then laid in bed wanking at the images
of Kevin on his skateboard with the wind blowing the bottom of his shirt up
exposing his soft belly button and stomach while other young people made
the same attempts. I set it to repeat just that segment over and over. I
spunked onto my stomach but smeared it gently around pretending it was
Kevin's belly, fell asleep just like that.



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