Date: Sun, 19 Sep 2010 12:35:43 -0500 From: Andrew Holmberg Subject: My Brother's Arms-3 gay/incest,gay/sf-fantasy Special thanks to: Mr. Gray ____________________________________________________________________________ My Brother's Arms - 3 I could still taste my brother Kyle, his friend Rusty, and myself in my mouth. We'd just had sex together a few minutes ago but it felt like it was last year. When did life start moving so fast? As I walked back from the bathroom through Rusty's bedroom I noticed a stuffed animal on the bed. What kind of man has stuffed animals? And, the place was a mess; who could live like this all the time? When I reached the living area, Rusty had slipped back into some of his clothes and had escorted RM down the stairs. I put on my underwear. I considered putting on all of my clothes, so that the people downstairs wouldn't be embarrassed, but decided against it. If Rusty was only going to be half dressed, then so was I. When I got to the stairs and peered below, I soon realized I had nothing to worry about. All I saw were androids working away paying no mind to Kyle or Rusty. It looked like a movie set with expensive equipment piled up everywhere and lashed together with cables. I sped down the stairs and caught up to Rusty and RM. "Like my oven?" Rusty asked my brother. He was standing at a worktable with a large, roughly three foot cube. It was lit up inside and humming. "I went with selective laser sintering for your first part." He pointed at a small window on the side, which Kyle was already inspecting. "How long will it take? Will it be done before I leave today?" asked Kyle. I moved around to get a clear view. It was mostly empty inside. Just a needle-like arm pointing down from the top and below it on the floor was a bowl shape. The bowl was roughly five inches wide and made of a pale ceramic material. It had a strange double edge, it seemed the interior and exterior weren't connected. It looked like one small bowl setting inside a slightly larger one. "The urn should be finished printing soon." Rusty said as he moved over to a different oven shaped device and powered it. "I setup a scanner and we'll have to use stereo-lithography for the other thing." "Other thing?" I asked. "I'm getting a new copy of my dong." Kyle groped himself then turned to Rusty. "Hey, can Mike do one too?" "Absolutely," said Rusty with wicked smile, "Do you still have that old one?" "It's lying around somewhere." Kyle winked at me and stripped down to his boxers and tank top. Rusty led us to yet another workstation just under the upstairs bathroom. This nook was darker and less noisy being further from the ovens. "Laser topography." Rusty pulled a six inch hoop out of drawer. A metal and plastic thing with a long cord connected to the outside edge. He plugged it into the workstation and brought over two chairs. In a flurry of movement he turned on a monitor, logged in, and started playing some porn. "Watch whatever you want, or help each other. Press and hold the green button to start the light curtain then just pass it over your penis. Release the button when you are at your balls. It will do the rest." He demonstrated by holding the button and passing his hand through the hoop. A bluish-white laser line appeared on his fingertips and a ring of light traveled down his arm as he passed is arm through. It looked like he as passing his hand through a sheet of light. "It's best to be really hard, so let me know if I can help." Rusty handed me the hoop and gave my ass a squeeze. "Damn, that's a lot easier than last time. That plastic mold shit nearly scalded me and I had gunk in my pubes for a week." Kyle moved to the computer and started browsing the porn. "Science." said Rusty raising his eyebrows, then turned and left us alone. I took a seat and waited while Kyle browsed. My attention was drawn back to the main work floor. There were at least four androids working there, all very different from one another. Two were working seated at a long table soldering circuit boards. Another was very industrial looking and was moving heavy boxes off of shelving into piles. The last one had a face and hands that appeared to be skin. Even from here I could see it express emotions while it walked around an oven, peered in the window, then checking the display. It was talking with Rusty and they seemed to disagree. Rusty repeatedly pantomimed his right hand flying away from his left. It was also the only one wearing clothes; dark grey pants and an apron. His exposed chest and arms had translucent panels like a padded armored vest. "Mike. Come here and pull my dick out." He'd found something he wanted to watch and pulled a chair up closer to the screen. I knelt down in front of him and fished his soft cock out of the fly. I sucked on his dick and could still taste fresh cum from earlier. His flaccid penis felt soft on my tongue and I thought I could spend all day doing this. He started to plump when I snaked my hand up the leg hole and started fondling his balls. For several minutes I sucked his dick and he was definitely enjoying the attention. He lifted off the chair as I helped him pull down his boxers. He tossed his tank top down next to it. His fat dick slapped against his belly while I licked my way up from his balls to the head. Its mushroom shape filled my mouth and swelled a little whenever I ran my tongue over it. Kyle gasped and twitched and I looked up to see RM standing behind with his arms over Kyle's chest rubbing his nipples under the tank top. I went back to work and tried to match my pace to his breathing. I pulled off and stopped sucking when I heard moaning coming from the screen behind me. On it was a hairy muscle hunk and a cute twink making out. The hunk spun the twink around, lubed up his beefy dick, and pressed into the boy's hole. "Suck." ordered Kyle and I felt his hand grab my head. He aimed his dick and pulled me down onto it. I could visualize the rough sex on the screen behind me as Kyle started thrusting into my mouth. Over the next ten minutes his groans got more elevated as I took him into my throat. "Get it ready." He said, and I thankfully still had the hoop ready in my left hand. He squeezed my scalp and pulled me off his wet prick. I could hear the hunk behind me ejaculating into the twink's ass. I brought the hoop up and passed it over Kyle's dick. It pulsed obscenely when my hand pressed against his thick bush. I pulled the hoop back off of him and continued my sucking. "No more." He said, pushing me off his dick and RM away from his nipples. He was breathing heavily. "I don't want to cum. I need a minute. RM help Mike get hard." He stood up, grabbed his clothes, and walked over to Rusty. His thick wet meat, still wet from my mouth, bounced with each step. I was already pretty hard from that. I reset the video he'd been watching, pulled down my underwear, and took a seat. RM moved behind me and started to rub my head, messing up my hair. The video was hot. The hunk had tribal tattoos on his arms, huge pectoral muscles, and a fat dick. The twink had an adorable smile and a nice round bubble butt. It actually started with them both dressed and sitting next to each other. They were talking to the camera and to each other but quickly moved on to undressing and fondling. The twink got down on his knees and started blowing the hunk, much like I had just done with Kyle. Once the hunk was hard he pulled the twink up onto his lap. I felt a tingle in my own hole as I watched the twink impale himself on the sweaty meat stick. It was amazing to watch as inch after inch worked its way inside. With his hands on the shoulders of the hunk, the twink began to ride up and down. They bounced and fucked up and down, harder and harder. The hunk pulled him off his lap and changed positions to a doggy style on the couch. The twink was groaning and arching his back as he was remounted. The hunks sweaty balls started to slap against the twink's as he they picked up the pace. Soon they were fucking harder than before and the twink was holding onto the edge of the couch with tight fists. The hunk held him in places at the waist until he pulled out and started shooting across the twink's back. After two long shots he plunged his cock back in, up to the balls. He held tight and rocked back and forth, shooting the rest of his load deep inside. By this time, I was extremely hard and quickly scanned my own member. I was careful not to get any precum on the hoop as I pulled it off. Then, I too, pushed RM away from my nipples and fought back my climax. I stood up in an attempt to shift gears, put my underwear back on, and went to find the others. RM followed behind me. "So... all done?" asked Rusty as he stared lustfully at my hardon. Kyle had his boxers back on but I could see that his erection hadn't gone down very far yet. "Yes." I wanting to change the subject. "How many robots do you have? Are these all yours?" "Gosh. Right now I've got five. Four here" He pointed around the floor, "And another one at my house." "You don't live here?" "I stay here, often. But I don't actually live here." Then an idea seemed to occur. "You should have one too. Shouldn't you?" It was half a question, half a statement. "An android of your own." "They're expensive and I'm still trying to save money for school." I caught Kyle's eye at that, and he looked concerned for me. "I mean, it's okay, I'll be exposed to a lot of them in school. I guess." "That's not the same as owning one. Care and maintenance of your own android would be invaluable. I've got one, but I can't give it to you. It's too expensive." He seemed to ponder my options for me. "You could earn it." "Earn?" asked Kyle over protectively. "Like how?" "Well. Porn." Rusty said simply. "No." Kyle answered flatly. "Why not? It's a joybot anyway. So it's built for that sort of thing." "Joybot?" I asked. *A robot built and programmed for sex.* RM explained. "You're not going to whore my brother out for money." Kyle snapped. "A) he'll make a lot of money, B) I wouldn't put it out on the Internet, I have a very specific buyer in mind, and C) it would totally be up to him. Unless the two of you want to do a video together?" "No and no." Kyle crossed his arms. "Forget it." Rusty moved his way around the table to stand closer to me, Kyle glared at him the whole time. I secretly wanted to do this. It sounded like fun - hot naughty fun. Plus, I was already standing near naked in front of two people I'd just had sex with, in a room full of androids. How much further would it be to film it? "It would just be sex with an android. No Internet. No pressure." Rusty said to me directly. "I'd do it with RM. I trust him." RM turned to look at me. It was strange how comfortable, even natural, I felt around him. "We can't use him. If the army ever found out..." Kyle refused, then he turned to me. "You really want to do this?" I could see his resolve fading. He knew there wouldn't be much point in trying to stop me. "I do. If I can get an android of my own just for doing a video..." "A few videos." corrected Rusty. "Three in total maybe, but just one for today, then another two within a month?" "Three in a month?" I pleaded to Kyle. "I masturbate way more often than that." I could see the worry in his eyes still. "Okay. But you can't use RM." "You can use the one I've got. It is a joybot, so I know it's safe. Plus, we'll be right here the whole time." "Okay. I'll do it." I was excited. "But, if you guys are going to watch, you have to be naked too. Okay?" They smiled at each other. That was easy. "You should go take a look at it first. It was originally part of a set but the previous owner only wanted the female. But don't worry, it's unused." Rusty called over one of the soldering robots and had it lead me to it. It led me to a back corner down a narrow path lined with plastic boxes of cords and random junk. RM followed us. I had a brief moment of modesty when I realized I was walking around practically naked. It was dark and drafty back here. The chilly air was making quick work of my hardon. The robot stopped and pulled a dust cover off of a large package. The sex robot was packaged in its own box with a clear plastic window like a doll. The writing was clearly Japanese with bright colors and big characters. The joybot's face was cute, almost handsome, Asian male, probably about my age. I thought about running back to my pants and getting my phone so I could scan it over the words and translate them, but RM stepped up started reading them to me. *'Dressed in school boy uniform', '3 pleasure attachments included'* That part was intriguing to me. I peeked into the box but didn't see them. My robot guide moved out of the way, piled the drop cloth into an empty box, and left. RM moved up next to me and continued reading. *'Sugar-fed bio cells provide hours of enjoyment', '8.3GHz neocortex, WiMAX, IPv6 support.', 'Love's to cuddle.'* It, he, was dressed in a black uniform with a short collar that had four small buttons down the front. His hair was black, cut short and spiky, and he appeared to be about my height. Carefully, I opened the door-like front of the box. He looked lifelike and I didn't want to wake him. I realized I didn't know how to turn him on so I asked RM. He didn't know either so we searched inside the box. On the floor we found instructions in Japanese. RM quickly scanned the booklet page by page. *Hold your hand against his cheek and say his name.* "What's his name?" *Taro. That is what it reads on the front.* RM pointed to the box front. "Taro." I repeated as I pressed the back of my hand against his cheek. Within seconds his eyes fluttered open and he turned to look at me. "Kon'nichiwa. Watashi wa anata no yokubo o teikyo suru junbi ga dekite imasu." His voice was smooth and masculine. *'Hello. I am ready to serve your desires.'* RM translated. I smiled and he smiled back. RM relayed my commands as I had him step out of the box and turn around once. His movements were fluid and much more lifelike than any of the other androids here. Next, I had him take off his shirt, and I was surprised to see that only his hands and face were skin. The rest was like chrome, only darker like hematite. It had a sleek hematite frame over bluish-gray foam padding. "Suru koto ga dekimasu watashi wa anata no inkei o suu?" He asked as he looked down at my crotch. *He wants to pleasure you.* "Okay. Sure, why not." I nodded at him. Taro moved down to his knees and started to gently lick my balls. His tongue felt wet and warm. It gave me goosebumps on my forearms. His hands reached up and squeezed my ass as he took my shaft into his mouth. "Oh fuck." It felt wonderful. I was amazed at how much it felt like having a real mouth on me. My hands were soon on the back of Taro's head. His dense black hair felt soft and real. "Damn. RM can't do that!" Kyle surprised me. *If you are unsatisfied with my abilities. Tough.* "Hehe. I taught him to say that." Kyle smile and slapped my ass. I pulled out of Taro's mouth and had him stand. "Like your new toy?" "Shut up." I blushed. *I can upgrade him with English if you'd like.* RM offered. *It would only take a few minutes.* "Sounds good." Kyle answered for me, then led me away. "Bring him over when you're done." I was led back to the main table. They'd been planning. "We were thinking about the video." Kyle started. "I think it should be something edgy. Like you've captured some rogue bot and have your way with it." said Rusty. "You could wear my underwear." Kyle ran his thumbs inside the shoulder straps of his tank top. "But we should add something. Like a red armband on to change it up a little." "Yeah, we can even tie him to a chair." "What if, instead, Taro captured me?" I asked. Their eyebrows raised. "He's... trying to get some code from me and I'm like a rebel or something." "I'll get some rope." Said Rusty as he went searching. "And a hood." added Kyle as he took off his clothes and handed them to me. *** It was hot under the hood and I could feel sweat dropping down my face. I tried to stay focused on the bright camera light. I heard someone walking up toward me and stop. Splash. I was shocked when a cold bucket full of water splashed across me. I tried to pull away but the ropes held tight. What the hell, I thought, cold water isn't sexy; it's cold. "Tell me the decrypt code for the rebel channel?" Asked the stern voice. "Hank Anderson. Private. HA0153." I barked as I shook off the water and stood facing the light again. Splash. Another bucket of water hit me. I wasn't expecting that one either and was starting to get annoyed. "Tell me the code! Rebel!" "I don't know anything about a code." This was a stupid script but I settled into it. "Get another bucket." said the stern voice to someone else. "Hank Anderson. Private. HA0153. I don't know anything about a code." I repeated. I heard him move closer and the ropes tightened. They were starting to chafe uncomfortably. "I think you do. Rebel." Strong hands grabbed my hair through the hood and pulled me up. "And I plan on making you tell me." The boxers was pulled down and the tank top was ripped off of me. I was turned into the light which was blinding even under the hood. Then another blast of water washed over my naked body. "Tell me the code." The rope around my wrists was pulled up higher and I had to stand on my toes to support myself. Then my ankles were grabbed and I was spread wide. I kicked and squirmed to get free but I was held to tight. I could feel myself being lowered and my waist made contact with something solid. I imagined I was resting on some sort of table but couldn't be certain. My legs were still spread wide and held tightly in place. This wasn't the most comfortable; wet, with a bright spot light in my face, and an android pulling my hair. "Last chance." hissed the stern voice in my ear. I was really struggling now. I wanted to get free. This was getting scary. "Anderson. Private. HA0153. I don't know." I pleaded, hoping that would be enough. "Have it your way." I felt a sharp pain in my ass as something hard was shoved past my sphincter. I cried out in pain. It hurt a little, not as much as I thought it would, but I was starting to enjoy being scared. Whatever was being rammed into my ass was hard with a bumpy texture. I could feel it being lubed as it was shoved in and out. I squirmed and struggled some more as the pain started to fade. When I felt hands grab onto my thighs and the thrusting started, I knew I was being fucked by Taro. He was fucking me with his own penis, one of them at least. Was this the largest or smallest? "Ohhh..." I moaned when I felt him bottom out. I was started to get hard and my dick was flopping around wildly. "Still won't tell me?" The bumpy dildo was starting to feel good. Taro made steady in and out thrusts. He started to go too deep and I couldn't stop him. From the way I was hanging he was using my weight against me. I gave into the pain as it slowly turned to pleasure. I could feel my cock start to thicken as he fucked me. He was mixing his thrusts with circular motions and it was making my dick swing and slap around. During the moments he as pressed all the way in, I thought I could feel balls slap against my own. Was it actually Rusty fucking me? The thought of one of them fucking me made me dizzy. I started pressing back into each thrust trying to take him deeper. "Tell me." He pulled out completely. "No put it back." I pleaded. "I'll tell you." "Now." He ordered as he shoved it back inside. He picked up fucking me again. Each time he brushed against my prostate I clamped down. "No. I can't." I said weakly, hoping he would abuse me more. I gasped when I felt a hand wrap around my stiff prick. "Tell me and I'll let you cum." He started to stroke me. His pace matched his thrusts. I knew I couldn't last much longer. Then I was blinded as the hood was pulled off of my face. The fresh air on my wet face was so refreshing I trembled. His stroking sped up doubly. "823F53!" I shouted as I felt my orgasm hit. I could hear my cum splash onto the wet floor below. Five or six shots blasted out. After a few minutes of heavy panting, Taro pulled out slowly and the light was turned off. I felt embarrassed and vulnerable. My feet were still being held in place and my wrists hurt from the rope. My eyes adjusted enough to see Kyle walk over to me with a knife in hand. He was smiling and very erect. He moved behind me and grabbed my wrists. I expected him to cut me loose, but he pressed his hard cock against my tender hole. I could feel his cool wet precum drip down onto me. He rubbed his shaft up and down while he slowly started cutting the rope. "Do it." I pleaded under my breath. Hoping he would mount me. I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted him to shoot his cum inside my ass. "You're okay. I've got you." He said softly. Finally the knife cut through and he caught me with his left arm. My ankles were released and he helped me down onto the floor. Rusty came over with a glass of water. "Are you okay?" He asked. "I'm sorry if I let that go too far." "No, no." I said after I finished taking a sip. "I'm fine. That was just really intense."