Date: Sun, 29 Dec 2002 13:56:38 +0000
From: Devin Baron <debonair36@hotmail.com>
Subject: NUTS AND BOLTS (3/3) (b/b, m/b, oral, anal)

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(boy/boy, man/boy, oral, anal)


NUTS AND BOLTS    by DEBONAIR

PART 3.

   Harold sat silently in front of the blank screen of the TV, utterly
dumbfounded. He would have to go back to his office eventually, and
the thought of finding that dead thing laying there, petrified him.
Someone was going to come looking for it? His robot family?

His mind twisted and spun of web of insane notions to explain it all.
He chuckled to himself, going delirious. The shrill ring of the doorbell
startled him. The cops already on his tail? He pulled the door ajar and
glimpsed at the stranger. The old man in the hall wore a long grey raincoat.
A felt hat of similar colour, atop his head, cast a shadow across his
wrinkled and leathery face. "Can I help you?" he asked.

   "May I come in, Mr. Langdon?" the man replied curtly, showing him
the silver handle of the gun in his pocket.

Harold let the armed fella in and watched him take a seat on the sofa
as if he was an old friend dropping in for a visit.

   "It seems you have encountered an unfortunate incident with one of
our androids?" the man smiled grimly. "Oh, I forgot to introduce
myself. How rude of me. I am Donovan Brown."

Harold nodded nervously, his stare riveted on the shiny Beretta in
the gloved hand.

   "It's not loaded." the old man said, seeing how uncomfortable his
interlocutor was. "I have to carry this for other reasons." he added,
placing the firearm on the end table. "I'm sure you are eager to hear
what I have to say about Shawn? May I suggest you pour us each a glass
of that scotch over there?" He glanced at the bottles on the shelf.
"Perhaps, a double for you."

Harold executed the request, intrigued by the enigmatic individual.

   "Go on." he urged.

   "As you have probably figured out, Shawn is not really human. He's
an organic machine. A robot made of flesh and metal."

Harold flipped the shot glass of alcohol in the back of his throat
and coughed coarsely.

   "His skeleton is made of a metal alloy. But his vital organs are
human, taken from donors after death. The trick is to make it all work
together. The worst part is maintaining a digestive system outside its
original host."

The young teacher listened attentively, completely aghast. The stranger
was speaking calmly, as if it was just a friendly conversation over
drinks. He nodded to him, signalling he had comprehended his last
sentence.

   "Of course, the brain is replaced by a CPU, much like the one in
your computer. That's all that is necessary to run the most sophisticated
programs of artificial intelligence."

   "You made him?"

   "No! Don't give me so much credit. We stole him!" the old man
avowed. "Shawn, along with other androids are made by a little secret
company in Iowa called Ambio. They got the sole legal contract from the
government to build futuristic armies. Mech warriors. Toy soldiers,
if you will. Our group in turn, steals the machine from the government.
But we have a different purpose for these magnificent creations. How
should I put it?" he paused. "We turn them into the most expensive blow
up dolls out there!"

   "Sex toys?"

   "If you wish. We tinkered with the code to ensure they are devoted
to pleasing any man."

   "Like a dog?"

   "Yes. But with more rewarding results. Shawn can bring more than
your slippers if you ask him."

Harold stared at the man in disbelief. His brain was trying to compute
all the data. It made absolutely no sense. "Does he feel anything?" he
asked.

   "Technology has not enabled us to reproduce the rainbow of emotions a
human can experience. And the nervous system of the androids is very
limited. We use what's there to simulate pleasure. They feel virtually
no pain. We have programmed the more interesting stimuli and they will
react accordingly."

Harold massaged his brow. It was suddenly too much for him. He didn't
know what to think, or what to say. Was this where the world was headed?
Puppets made in our image to use as we pleased?

   "Hard to believe." Mr. Brown stated. "Time is flying Mr. Langdon.
We need to recover the android and repair him before somebody else finds
him. The government has a nasty habit of eliminating evidence when it comes
to top-secret weapons. And that would include you, by the way."

   "Why me?" Harold snarled. "How did you know I had him?"

   "We were able to monitor Shawn up until his memory froze. Where did
you hide him?"

   "He's exactly where he fell, on the floor of my office at school. I
locked the door." Harold sneered, elated that he had eluded the masters
of high-tech tracing.

   "Why didn't you say sooner!" the old man barked, rising to his feet.
"The janitor could have access to your office! Give me the key."

                                -=-

   As they raced outside the house, two Bentleys were waiting on the
curb. The old man handed the key to an acolyte and the first car sped
away, its tires screeching. "Hopefully, we will recover the machine
before anybody else." he said, looking at the sleek black car disappear.

The young teacher felt vulnerable all of sudden. He was in on too much
of the sordid affair. Now that he had divulged the location of the
treasure, he wasn't sure if they would dispose of him. The chauffeur of
the other car, opened the door for them.

   "Step in, Mr. Langdon. I'll show you more of our little project at
the manor." the old man offered him.

He sensed in the pit of his stomach, that the invitation was sincere.
Curiosity was gnawing at him. He certainly wouldn't have refused for
the world. The backseat of the car was fitted with all the gadgets of
the rich and famous; mini bar, fridge and TV. He sat comfortably and
the vehicle drove away.

   "You said they made soldiers, how come they made a kid like Shawn?"
he asked.

   "Children make the best spies. Ambio creates very few of them. That's why
they are even more precious to us."

The rest of the trip was silent. Harold watched the pavement roll past
the headlights. Then he saw the wrought iron gates to the mansion.
They opened automatically, allowing entrance to the long driveway that
led up to the huge estate.

It was a beautiful edifice, the size of three houses combined, made of
red bricks. The shutters were painted white and sturdy vines climbed
along the two towers at both ends. Two big concrete lions frozen in a  roar
welcomed the guests on each side of the front steps.

A young teenager with a clean complexion, opened the front door. He
bowed solemnly, acting like a butler. "This is our humble club." Mr.
Brown said, inviting the young teacher in. The lobby was a luxurious
room with high ceilings and classic oil paintings hanging on the walls.
The room adjacent to the lobby was the library, where three men were
smoking cigars and drinking vintage port.

The old man was lured by their rowdy laughter. Harold followed him,
admiring the old bookshelves and fine oak tables of the salon. The
three aged fellas were dressed in stiff tweed jackets and perfectly
ironed trousers. They were reclining in large leather armchairs and
continued to discuss, oblivious to his presence.

   "Let me introduce you to the members, Mr. Langdon." the old man
declared. "This is Jules White, next to him, we have William Gray and
finally Henry Green. They may seem depressing like this. But I assure
you they can be a colourful bunch."

   The three men nodded respectfully.

   "Let me show you to your room, now." Mr. Brown added.

They climbed the grand stairway and strolled in a long corridor. The
old man opened the door of one of the room. "Assuredly, you will be
staying with us for the night?"

   "Ok." Harold replied. "That's very hospitable of you."

   "These will be your servants, they will make you feel at home."

The teacher peeked in the room. On the four post bed, two adorable
little boys were waiting patiently, completely naked. Both had
a short blond mop on their heads, cut with a bowl. They were identical
twins of the same age, seven he figured, and could have easily posed
for Gap Kids ads.

   "Well, I'll leave you now. You must be exhausted. There's a hot tub
in the back." the old man said with a wink.

Harold began to undress, eyeing the two pretty children. He looked at
them differently, now that he knew they were not really human.

   "We can do that for you." they proposed in unison, helping him out
of his clothes.

He sat on the edge of the bed and enjoyed the frisky paws tugging at
him, removing his socks and unbuttoning his shirt. It was like a game
for them, to see who was faster. Their giggles rose in the room. He
stretched on the bed and raised his butt. They stole his trousers and
his briefs. Then they laid next to him on his right and on his left,
caressing the fur on his chest.

The trio lounged naked a while, creating the most provocative tableau.
Harold couldn't believe his luck as he patted the round bottoms of the
perfect twins. He looked at each of them. They were smiling and making
him horny by the second. There was no doubt in his mind. He was going to
defile the little angels without a trace of remorse.

The small duplicates were absolutely amazing. He marvelled at the
quality of the sculpted flesh of the androids. Impeccable work of a
plastic surgeon obviously. He could even hear the faint simulated
heart beats, and feel the sticky boysweat in the palm of their hands.

   "Go on, play with my cock." he commanded.

The kids giggled upon getting his approval. As they began to lick his
hairy, loosely hung nuts, he grabbed a few pillows so he could prop
himself up and watch the two brothers. Each of them fondled and chewed
one of his balls. Then side-by-side, they ran their tongue on his
swelling prick. The pulsing mancock rose between their cute faces as
they attacked it with the wet tips of their tongue.

He pulled down his foreskin and fed them his precum. The hot little
sponges lapped up around his glans and into his cockslit. He didn't
even have to coax them. The brothers were sexy cock eaters, sliding
their mouths along the shaft, savouring his hard phallus like blond-
haired Labrador puppies licking a fresh bone.

He grabbed one of the boy's head roughly, clutching a handful of hair
and slammed his mouth down on his pole, passed his tonsils. "Suck it!"
he ordered. The youngster choked a second and began slurping on his
fat hose. Meanwhile, he pulled the other tyke over and swallowed all
of his smooth genitals in his mouth, sinking his teeth in the delicate
flesh, knowing it would not hurt him.

The blondie whined out of joy as the adult mouth siphoned his nuts
and pickle. Harold guided him over his face. He licked him between the
legs, from the front, and up to his minuscule shithole. As he returned
to sucking him, he slipped his big finger up his tight bum hole. The
kid was going nuts. It seemed the more he finger-fucked him, the
hornier he got.

It was like Fantasy Island for the young man. He stood up and the kids
crawled at his feet, following him like he was their mother. Their
sticky hands tugged at his cock and balls. Their tiny mouths drooled
over his erect prick. He took turns with them, rubbing his moist cock
on each of their cute faces and nourishing their horny mouths with it.

They were making his temperature rise. Their little traps were like
vacuums. He thought about letting go and cumming down one of them's
throat. But he noticed the tube of KY, conveniently forgotten on the
end table. "Go suck your buddy on the bed." he said to one of the kids.

   "His name is Mark!" the child replied.

   "Go suck Mark, then."

The boys giggled and left him a minute of peace. As one of the kids
bobbed his head on his twin's cocklet, he applied the slippery ointment
to his engorged member. The anticipation of fucking the two seven-year-
old rascals aroused him like never before. He returned to the orgy,
creeping behind the little cocksucker whose butt was defenceless.

With a quick stab, he plunged into his minuscule shithole. The kid
raised his head momentarily and yelped throughout the prompt
penetration. Then he continued sucking his brother.

Harold grasped the shoulders of the little boy and shoved himself
brutally into his rectum, fucking him hard from the start. He gazed at
the other boy who was smiling as if this was not the most shocking
scene of decadence.

For a good while, he fucked the kid, shaking him like a rag doll. His
anus was fantastic. So hot and tight. When he looked down, he could see
the red ring of flesh, stretched grotesquely around his shaft. Any
regular child would have shrieked out of pain. But not this one. He
climbed over him and humped him good and hard, thrusting his fuckpole
deeper into his guts.

The other child seemed to be getting bored. He pulled out of his
partner and turned the other blondie on his flank. Holding his short
leg in the air under the knee, he pressed his slimy cockhead on his
tender anus. The small doll whimpered as the massive knob forced his
sphincter open.

He locked the squirming child in his embrace and pushed harder, invading his
rectum. He did not stop until all of his adult prong was crammed into the
seven-year-old boy. The kid's insides were a furnace. He groaned and
sodomised him slowly, pulling back and sliding in, enjoying the sensation of
having all of his hard, aching cock surrounded by a hot, moist, pulsating
channel.

The two monkeys were eager for more. For the next half-hour, he jumped
from one boy to the next, banging their little butts ball deep. They
raised their legs in the air like horny bitches, flaunting their red
gaping assholes. He bounced on them, rutting like a dog in heat.

At one point, he bent the two kids over the edge of the mattress and
sank into the first one's ass a couple of minutes. Then he switched
to the next one, repeating the process over and over. Their little
anuses were dilated now. He could ram his fat cock really hard and hear
his nuts slap against their firm tails. The sound of his groans mixed
with their boyish squeals as he sodomised them raw.

His balls had never felt so heavy, carrying all that sauce. He aimed
his canon at their adorable faces. A few wanks and his cock began
unloading his boiling sperm. The little squirts stayed there, in the
shower of semen. The abundant cream arched in the air, landing on
their button noses. Fierce blasts splashed on their rosy cheeks. The
slimy substance streamed down their cute mugs.

The young man contemplated his mess and fondled his softening prick.
He fell on the bed, utterly exhausted. The kids remained there,
awaiting their next order. "Go wash up." he said, and watched them
disappear in the bathroom.

   "I brought you a snack before you hit the sack." Mr. Brown spoke,
entering the bedroom.

   "Thank you, I am drained!"

   "Did you enjoy my special present?"

   "Very much." Harold replied, jumping on the ham sandwich offered to
him and wolfing it down without delay. "I got get me one of those
robots!" he affirmed, between mouthfuls.

   "You know, they cost twenty seven million dollars each." the old man
crowed. "But sometimes, we loan them to friends of the house."

The young teacher's face lit up. "That would be very nice." he said,
watching the pale weathered hand of the old man slip suddenly behind his
neck and massage the nape. "What are you doing?" he asked, gulping downa
ball of bread. He stared up at the passive mask of the elder.
"You're a tad too old for my taste!"

Mr. Brown's fingers caressed the back of his head. They found the little
lump and applied pressure. Harold's eyelids closed and he collapsed forward.

   "Good night, Mr. Langdon." the old man murmured, patting down the
synthetic hair on top of his skull. "You've been a very useful android.
We have learned a lot from you."

THE END.

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