Date: Sun, 29 Dec 2002 13:56:38 +0000 From: Devin Baron Subject: NUTS AND BOLTS (3/3) (b/b, m/b, oral, anal) *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* This is a work of FICTION for ADULTS only. Do NOT read this if you are under 18 or if you are not an adult according to the laws of your state or country. Do NOT read this if you are easily offended or if you are not interested in fantasies involving young boys. This file contains sexually EXPLICIT material. I do not condone any of the acts in this file. Agatha Christie wrote about murderers all her life. She was not a criminal. Please support free speech and stop censorship. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Feel free to distribute this story or archive it at your favourite site without altering its content. (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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