MANNEQUIN

                                                   Jack Sprat

New technology has changed wire manipulated stage and movie mannequins into 
sophisticated computer controlled robots. 
     Lifelike skin, inner synthetic padding, and automation builds a robot  to 
closely resemble and behave like a human being. 
     My friend, Reginald Crowell, builds robots. Robot design is just right 
for his genius and eccentricities. 
     While he hides it well, Regi is gay, fearing his ruin if his sexual 
preferences were known. Since I'm gay too, Regi and I are close friends. When 
I'm in town, we sleep together and arrange our time to be together for  long 
weekends and vacations. 
     My last visit was interrupted when Regi was called away for a film set 
robot repair. He would  be gone two days.  
       Taking me into his confidence, he said he had built a male teen robot, 
using it for his bed partner. If I wanted, I could use him while he was away. 
       I believe Regi felt a bit guilty and a little embarrassed he used a 
dummy. I would not receive the key to the other bedroom that kept his robot 
until his departure. My curiosity and excitement mounted. 
       Regi said no more until he stood at the airlines boarding ramp. The boy 
will be waiting in bed. I have programmed him especially for you!  He must 
rest during the day. Here's the key. Do not enter until after 9 PM" 
      Finishing,  he walked up the ramp disappearing into the plane. 
      I had crazy thoughts as I waited until nine PM. Should I knock when 
entering? What should I say? How should I act? 
       When the clock struck nine. I unlocked the door, turning the knob 
slowly, cautiously peering beyond as I pushed the door open. 
     The room was softly lit. A large canopied  four-poster bed was in its 
middle. A sleeping nude boy lay uncovered atop dark blue satin sheets, resting 
his head on a thick down pillow. 
     The lad was mid teen. A patch of trimmed blond hair showed above his 
limp, cut, penis resting on his ball sac. His bare legs showed strength and 
grace. Beginning stomach ripples crossed his abdomen.   
       His head rested on golden hair that pressed against the pillow. His 
expression was peace, happiness and serene tranquillity. 
     I removed my clothes and climbed next to him, snuggling, feeling his 
radiating human warmness. 
      His chest rose and fell. Warm air quietly escaped his nostrils.   
      I became panicky. What was this thing? It wasn't alive, or was it?  
Could I trust it? What if it malfunctioned? I had used  blown up dolls before 
with lots of  fantasy, but this was close to outer limits and the twilight 
zone.  I didn't know if I should pursue or rapidly depart.? 
     In a quiet voice the robot said, "Welcome to my bed. My name is Brad.You 
are my virgin. Iill  be gentle! Relax!" 
      His lids fluttered open His lips parted and his sparkling blue eyes met 
mine. I'd never been swept up with such strong passion. 
      I wrapped my arms about him, lifted him, and pulled his lips to mine. My 
tongue was sucked deep into his throat. I'd never been kissed in such a 
sensuous manner. 
     I reached  to his penis. It was teen boy size, extra warm, and hard as a 
piece of steel. His ball sac was as soft as a stuffed animal,  but the inner 
contents were  heavy and well designed. I slid to a sixty nine. Brad slipped 
me through his lips. 
    A hundred ultra soft car wash brushes swirled and washed over my maleness.  
His inserted finger pressed a special spot. It was not my prostate. I just 
kept coming. Had he discovered a male G-Spot? 
     Now it was my turn. 
     I felt servantile joy as I licked and sucked on Brad's cock. Sucking his 
balls felt way different than a humans.  
      I worked a finger in him. He seemed  human. I started a second finger.  
     Warm splashes slammed the back of my mouth. His sperm was sweet.,  I 
swallowed, enjoying its taste. 
     We both rested. I had questions.
     "Brad! You are a robot?'
     "Yes! I am a robot!"
     "But how can you come?"
     "Your rubbing my penis activates a chip that loads a reservoir of fluid. 
It passes through ducted stimuli sending a message to my master chip, making 
my whole body feel its passing sensation. My come is a chemical mixture to be 
swallowed. It rapidly re-stimulates you. You can come more often. 
     I changed the subject.
     "You have to rest all day?" 
      "Yes! My whole system deactivates. In the early evening , if programmed, 
I restart, preparing for a night of love. It's best you don't enter as I 
rest." 
     There was quiet. We  kissed again, hugged, snuggled, and resumed our 
lovemaking.  
     Brad rose to all fours, dropping his head,  pulling his legs tightly to 
his chest. The creator, no doubt Regi, had competed with God designing Brad's 
gorgeous butt. I throbbed harder as I rubbed and kneaded each beautiful cheek, 
then  watching my penis as it made contact and pushed until my balls touched  
his buns.  I shuddered as I  blasted my jism. I came again, and again, and 
again, close to blacking out each time. I never softened.  
     I had to stop, feeling the pain and frustration of  priapasm. Brad 
settled back prone when I climbed off. 
     "Do you want a fuck?" he asked. What I'd been through, I'd forgotten all 
about getting fucked. 
     "I am not programmed except for you to sit."
     The pores in his hard prick started to ooze lubricant, his penis now 
extra slippery. 
     He opened his legs and I climbed on, my buns moving down until they 
rested on his crotch. A sliding feeling  continued and my asshole was 
stretching wider. I was helplessly impaled. "Brad! What are you doing?". 
     "As a finale, I have been programmed to give your butt a priority fuck. 
My prick has lengthened and is swelling to open your asshole to absolute max. 
You will be kept fully lubricated. You will not tear but remain impaled until 
I finish." 
     Brads hands grasped my torso, lifting me. His crotch sprang against my 
elevated cheeks, driving his longer swollen member at piston speed, then 
squeezing my butt tightly into his crotch, filling me with his large, warm 
ejaculation. This happened five times. 
     Nerves were activated. My asshole screamed for more. I know now how a 
nymphomaniac must feel. I didn't want to stop. Brad finally lifted me off and 
I cried in need and frustration while he rubbed my bottom, attempting to 
slowly cooling me down. Then I slept. 
     I was softly shaken awake by Brad the next morning. telling me I had 
overslept and I must leave immediately.. 
     I was in a daze most of the day. Nothing added up. Brad had to be a live 
boy. He could not be a robot. He had tenderness and feelings and a beautiful 
young body. I bet Regi hired a boy to play the part. 
     In early afternoon, I could stand it no longer. I entered the bedroom,
Brad was between the sheets, his head mostly hidden by a covering pillow.
"Brad!" I softly called.
     I removed the pillow exposing a  blank molded plastic face then pulled 
back the sheet to see a cold, white plastic, mannequin body. 
 "NO!" I screamed!      
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