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This was… a predicament. The robot wiggled his hips curiously, trying to back out of his current position, but he was trapped. His upper body was free, and so was his lower body, but his hips were trapped in the hole. He was bent over, stuck through a small, square hole in the wall of the locker room- maybe it used to be a window? Or one of the large bricks that fell out of place in the old building? A vent at some point? That was irrelevant, whatever it had been once didn’t change the fact that he was pinned. He struggled to get out, but he tried not to kick his legs, fearing the sound would alert his teammates with a loud clang. The ball joints kept his hips from going all the way through, and the little ridge right above his stomach kept him from sliding back out the way he came. He had thought he could fit, he had dropped his phone through so he would just reach in and get it out. He could’ve just walked around, but nooooo he had to miscalculate the damn hole. Now he’s stuck. Set reminder: run diagnostics on spacial awareness. After he gets out of there.
“Hex- you good in there?” He heard one of his teammates call out, and he flushed. Oh this was embarrassing. They would never let him live this down huh?
“Uh- I think I need some assistance.” He responded calmly.
“What’s up- oh my god.”
He lowered his head, covering his face despite no one being able to see it. He could just feel the eyes on his backside. And the laughter- oh the laughter- his face felt hot.
“Please just pull me through…” Hex trailed off, wiggling his hips in a useless attempt to get unstuck.
“Yeah yeah in a minute, Hang on, hang on- Hey guys!”
God damn it.
“No, no, it’s okay! Please don’t call them over!” Hex half-demanded, half-pleaded, but it was too late. His whole fucking team was staring at him, he knew it. He sighed, body going limp in defeat. “Please just… help?” The robot asked.
His friends were busy having a laughing fit. It was slightly comedic, alright, Hex would admit that, and he was sure they’d all laugh about this once this was over. But currently he had one objective, to get unstuck. And they were not helping his current objective.
“Ahaha- uh- please?” He asked again. The sound of a camera shutter made him freeze up, beeping, “Hey! No no! Please stop that, now!” He yelped as he twisted his body around, trying to hide himself. His face was bright blue, a humiliated blush spreading across his face.
“He calls himself the smart one!”
“Oooooh team star’s in trouble!!”
“Aww look at him- poor guy’s stuck!”
He crossed his arms, releasing an annoyed huff of air through his vents. Some help they were- but he couldn’t blame them. It must be funny to humans, or something like that? Another joke he didn’t understand? Maybe?
One of them walked around the wall, looking at Hex, who turned his monitor away quickly. They chuckled at him, looking back and forth between his front half and his bottom half.
Between the laughter, Hex could hear muttering. He didn’t quite know what was being said, but it made him struggle a little more. Maybe they were trying to figure out how to help him? He was sure if they pulled hard enough, he could slide back through.
Hex froze when he felt a hand on his leg. It was rough- human skin always surprised him with how diverse it was, sometimes it could be soft and squishy, other times it was rough and dry. It grabbed his thigh, giving him a firm tug.
“Owie!” Hex said instinctively, earning another amused laugh from his teammates.
“Yup! He’s stuck!” Someone exclaimed, sounding way too happy. Hex didn’t pick up on it.
“What should we do?” He asked them, his strange body shape made it hard to push himself free. “If needed I can instruct you on how to remove my legs! I will slide through then!”
“Uhhh- it’s alright man. Just give us a sec, okay?”
“Okie dokie!” Hex nodded, bouncing on his toes thankfully. They were finally helping him! He’d be free soon, and they’d all laugh and joke about it, and then they’d hang out for a bit before heading home.
“You think he-”
“Only one way to find out-”
“Shut up, he’s gonna hear-”
“Are you sure this is a good idea?”
They all talked over each other, and Hex couldn’t quite make out what their muffled voices were saying. What was a good idea? What were they planning to do to get him out? He trusted them, no doubt! But something in his sensors warned him of potential danger.
A hand went back on his thigh, but this time instead of pulling on him, it lightly trailed up. It went under his shorts, making the robot giggle slightly.
“Wait wait! I am ticklish!” He laughed out, trying to move away from the hand.
“Well that’s a good sign.”
His shorts were pulled down, dropping to his ankles. He gasped, his fans switching on. He started struggling to get out even more, trying to push himself through the rest of the way, anything to hide. He felt absolutely humiliated. In front of his team?! Really?! They were all going to see it, oh no-
Someone gave a whistle, and everyone started laughing. Somehow that was worse than if they were disgusted by him.
“Nice.” Came a cocky voice, and the hand on his thigh trailed up to run over the ball joint, and then…
He was wet. He was embarrassingly wet, actually. He felt so exposed and embarrassed, and it was really getting him riled up. The machine tried to move his legs to hide the port, but his skinny legs didn’t do much of anything. He couldn’t even close them all the way, let alone hide something so obvious. A couple hands suddenly touched him, poking and prodding at him like he was some sort of exhibit. Some teased his legs, tickling him behind his knees and inside his thighs, while some paid more attention to the exposed port. A finger traced around the rim, examining it, feeling how wet it was.
Hex was already losing his mind. Giggles mixed with beeps and stuttered pleas for mercy. He couldn’t be quiet as the teasing continued. He was able to slam his hands into the wall, able to arch his back and move freely, but from the waist down he was completely caught and easily held in place, perfect to tease.
“Wait waIAHAHA NO NO-” He begged them, his knees pressing together to try and hide his sensitive spots. Some people stepped around to watch him from the front, he could see their phones out, recording him. He was powerless to stop it anyways, so he just tried to look away.
A finger kept rubbing in an unfaltering circle, teasing him over and over again, Hex knew what they were trying to do. He wouldn’t let them have the satisfaction of making him moan, he couldn’t control his laughter but he sure could try and hold back other sounds.
“Hey, try this on him!” What- try what-
Something vibrated against the port, at first slowly, but it started picking up in speed quickly. He cried out and covered his screen, his legs shaking. Was that a fucking muscle gun? What the hell were they doing- he couldn’t last long like this, no shot. It was pressed against him forcefully, on it’s maximum setting no less, and it was working way better than the curious hands were. In less than a minute he came, soaking the thing in his cum, but it didn’t turn off. He couldn’t hold in his moans anymore as the massager kept fucking going, it kept vibrating against his port. Someone had to be holding it there, maybe he could kick them away?
The second he tried to raise his leg, it was held down. He squirmed, trying to get out of the hands frantically as they held him open and exposed.
“You want me to turn it off?” Someone asked. Hex tried to speak, cutting himself off with a moan.
“YES! Yes please please, I can not- I can’t-” Hex babbled on, but the thing kept on whirring away.
“If you want us to stop right now- if you want us to turn this off and pull you out of the wall- then say you want us to stop. We won’t force you.” A firm voice said.
Hex hesitated. He was the innocent one, he was the “good boy” wasn’t he? He wanted to be free, right? He had just said that moments ago of course! So why… was he hesitant to say no? He trusted his teammates. He trusted they cared about him, they wouldn’t do this do hurt him. They were his friends. All he had to tell them was to stop, and they would. But when the vibrations pulled away for a brief moment, he found himself trying to push back into it, whining.
“No no- don’t- do not stop-” His voice was barely louder than a whisper.
“What was that?” Someone asked, a playful tone to their voice.
“I- I don’t want you to stop.” Hex answered, as firmly as he could manage. He wasn’t completely sure, but he wanted to continue, to at least see where this would go.
“I can’t hear you dude!” Someone else exclaimed, “What do you want?”
Hex slammed his claws into the wall, clanging against it.
“Please! I need more, please do not stop yet! I like this, please! It feels enjoyable!” The robot whined, wiggling his hips impatiently. The vibrations started up again, pressing into him harshly. He moaned out, still squirming in place.
“You want us to stop, just say stop, okay? Say stop.” The man presumably holding the massager said, and Hex moaned out an “okay!” in response.
Then the verbal teasing started back up again. His team crowded around him, some coming to the front of the wall to watch his face as they poked at him.
“Big guy likes getting special treatment huh?”
“Ha- please, we’ve known he was an attention whore!”
“He’s lucky he’s cute.”
Hex just shamefully nodded his head, the vibrating sounds mixing with his robotic moans, making him bury his face in his claws. They grabbed his monitor, making his screen turn up and face them. His eyes were swirly, and his blush was obvious.
“Awwww big man’s all flustered!”
“Who’d have thought Mister Perfect was secretly this kinky?”
“I bet he got stuck on purpose!”
His head felt like it was on fire, forced to look up at his laughing team as the massager rubbed against his port. He knew half of them were still watching him from behind, holding his legs open, enjoying how they twitched and his hips squirmed.
A dick suddenly pressed against his face, and he stared up, wide eyed. Someone was grinding against his screen! A couple other players got the idea, whether they joined in with grinding on the bot’s monitor, or just jacking off in front of his face. One of them grabbed his wrist and guided his hand to stroke them. He closed his eyes, his movements stiff and awkward as he made quiet whimpering.
He came again, and finally the vibrating stopped. He made simulated panting, his antenna twitching as he kept his eyes squeezed shut.
“Hey, look at me.” A deep voice said. Hex tilted his head over, opening one eye. Suddenly, cum shot across his screen. He gasped, trying to wipe it off with his free hand, but it was snatched out of the way. They took their turns ejaculating onto the robot’s monitor, coating him in white streaks each time. It dripped down his face, staining his shirt. He whined, shifting back and forth on his feet anxiously. Finally, his arms were let go, but he didn’t wipe it off. He smiled up at them awkwardly, eyes crossed. He kinda wished he could flash a peace sign for them, really sell the look for himself. Oh well, it was still a sight to behold of him. The state he was in was already too much, already looking like he was wrecked.
Someone thrusted a finger into him, fingering him quickly. It wasn’t a lot, but it made him antsy for more. Another finger was added shortly after, and that sort of got him going. He wiggled his hips, silently asking for more. Whoever it was obliged, thrusting in a third finger. It just wasn’t enough.
“More I- I need more-” He whined, trying to shove his hips back into the fingers.
“More? Not enough for you, slut?”
Something whipped his ass- it wasn’t a hand. It felt like a towel? He whined loudly. He was rewarded with more chuckling and another crack.
“Ah- wait wait!” He tried to squirm away. Those jerks…
“You know what to say to get us to stop.”
Right, right… he just couldn’t do it. He didn’t want them to stop, if he was being honest. After a few seconds of silence, another smack hit his metal thigh. He was lucky he couldn’t bruise- but the pain was still there. And- and he liked it.
“Count ‘em. That was three.” It was a different person. Were they all just taking turns using him for whatever they wanted?!
“W-wait- Me!?” He cried out. He heard an affirmative hum, and he was whipped once again.
He beeped loudly, but forced out a, “F-four!” much to the amusement of the others.
“Five!” He called out again. Shit- the stinging was already starting to linger. They were just bullying him now!
“S-Siiix-” He whined, his hips shaking.
Another smack to his thigh, “Seven!” And one right over his ass, “E-EIIGHT!” He cried out.
By ten, he was struggling to hold back artificial cries. His voice box skipped and choked, making it hard to call out the numbers. He made a sound similar to a hiccup, calling out eleven.
“Twelllvvvve-” He was really struggling now.
“Thirteen!” He almost screamed this time, beeping loudly. His screen displayed tears pricking at his eyes, he kept trying to delete them, to hide them from the faces watching him, but it failed. “F-Fourteen!” Hex cried out, scraping his hands against the wall.
“Good boy, doing such a good job Hex.” Someone praised, making him shiver, but relax a little bit.
“Fifteen-” He said weakly.
“Almost there.”
The hardest smack came, making his whole body lurch forward.
“SIXTEEN!!” This time, he did scream. That one really fucking hurt.
No more came. Sixteen… damn it. Was everything meant to mock him? He whimpered quietly to himself as they gave him a quick break.
Finally, he muttered out, “Please… I need it.”
“Need what?” Someone asked, as he felt a hand trace up his thigh. It was a feather-light touch that made him giggle weakly.
“I need- it- I- I need it inside me!” He couldn’t say it- he just couldn’t.
“Need what??” Another person asked. The hand on his thigh traced back down to the back of his knees, tickling him suddenly. He started trying to kick, but the other hands holding onto his legs never left. His laughter picked up, and he began thrashing around wildly.
“NOHOHO- NO, NO! WAIT!” The robot cried out, pleading to be given mercy.
“Want us to stop?” Asked the guy that kept teasing his legs, pausing for a moment. Hex was silent. “I thought so. You’ll take anything we do to you huh?”
“Hex, if you really don’t wanna, you don’t have to, we won’t be upset.”
“No- no I want- I want it.” Hex hung his head again, wiping his screen a little bit.
“Want what?”
“I- I wish to preform intercourse!” The robot blurted out, earning another laughing fit from his friends. He looked up at them, confused.
“If you can say ‘fuck me with your huge cock’ then I’ll do it!” Someone exclaimed. Hex’s fans instantly kicked on again.
“N-no! I cannot say that!” Hex whined.
“Then I guess we can’t give it to you.”
A few people laughed, Hex wanted to curl up in a little ball and die of humiliation. It wasn’t just that they were using him like this, or that they all knew he… he liked it… it was the way they laughed at him, like it was a game. They weren’t at all tired, meanwhile he was exhausted. They acted like it didn’t even effect him, like it didn’t matter. He was just their to-
Hex whined to himself, feeling someone massage up his thigh. Then, a tongue licked his port. He squealed in surprise, overstimulated and shocked by the new sensation. It licked around the outside, then down his thigh, then back up again.
“Heh… he tastes sweet.”
“Wow- who would’ve fuckin’ guessed.” Someone mocked sarcastically.
The tongue slid inside of him, making him gasp. His antenna twitched, drawing attention to the little appendages. A few of the men that had stayed in front of him took notice, and one of them curiously poked at them. Sure enough, Hex turned his head away. Hands grabbed his monitor, making him look up, and holding his head still.
“Wait wait- no not- nnnot there!” The robot whined, but it was too late. Little static shocks were delivered to his antenna as he tried to fight away the hands. Each touch zapped his sensitive antenna, making him try and pull his head away. A hand wrapped around them, holding them tightly. It felt like how static sounded, and it hurt just a little. They yanked his antenna up, holding the tips of each one in one hand. “NO NO- WAIT!” He cried out hopelessly as the antenna were held still, and more hands kept fucking touching them, prodding at them. And the tongue squirming inside him didn’t stop either, licking up and down, teasing the robot with the promise of filling him up, only to pull out again and lick around the outside. His hands batted weakly.
“PUh- pleeeease!” He whined, desperately. “I- I’m going to- I need to-”
But the tongue pulled out again, right before he got the chance to finish. Every time. And the little zaps through his sensitive antenna that he kept receiving weren’t helping. He needed it so fucking bad, what was he supposed to say- oh stars-
“P-please, fuck me with your huge cock! I need it! I need you- please, please! I will be so, so happy!” The robot cried, trying to squirm his hips desperately. Like magic, the tongue pulled out, and then slowly something much bigger entered him. “YES YES! Oh thank you- fuck me! I need it!”
“Y’er still recording right dude?”
“Yeah, I got it don’t worry-”
Hex arched his back, the hands still on his antenna, messing with his signal. He couldn’t think clearly, all he did was squirm futilely and moan loudly. The thrusts were fast and sharp, driving Hex closer to the edge each time.
“Damn it- he feels- ugh- so Fuckin good.” The guy fucking him said.
“Built to feel good huh?”
“Yeah- shit dude-” Shortly after, the man shot his load into the robot, as Hex practically convulsed around him. He pulled out, letting the cum drip out. Hex whined needly as someone else thrusted in. Hex could tell it was different just on the difference in size, and how they treated him. Long, thin, and slowly fucking into the robot with care. It was a nice break to be honest, not to say he wasn’t still stimulated. His moans were softer though, less chaotic and loud than before, shakily “breathing” as his fans whirred away. It was soft, it was nice, it made his eyes involuntarily turn to hearts. Some of the people watching him let out amused “awwws” and lighthearted laughter.
“Please… ah- I feel very good! V-very, very, very, very-” His voice box glitched, taking his own turn to finish, the steady thrusts into him not stopping through it. Eventually, this one too released inside of him. He felt so full, so used, only into two of his teammates. Were they all going to take a turn?
Someone thrusted into him roughly, picking his leg up and fucking him aggressively. It made Hex’s whole body shake with each thrust. He could actually feel himself getting unstuck with the sheer force put into the thrusts, but that didn’t concern him anymore. His hips were pinned to the wall with the rough thrusting. This guy was really thick, much different than a couple seconds ago, and it made Hex moan loudly. He wished he could see his teammates, he wanted to see who all was making him feel so good. Suddenly, he felt someone… write something on him?! A marker? Yes, two lines down his left thigh, and three on his right. What the heck were they doing? Making bets on how long he could last or something? Actually, he wouldn’t put it past them…
With one last splitting thrust, Hex was filled up again, unable to control his own orgasm. Another line was added to each one of his legs. Oh… they were… keeping count. Fuck- how was he even going to get this off? Whoever was finished with him pulled out, and was immediately replaced with someone else, not even letting the mess of the other get a chance to leak out.
So full- he didn’t know how much more he could take. He felt another knot building inside him, and he was too tired to try and hold it back. They would keep going until his tank is empty, wouldn’t they? Another mark was added to his right thigh.
Thankfully, when this one came, he pulled out, coating Hex’s backside in ropes of cum, and letting the rest leak out. It gave him a brief moment to rest, but not nearly long enough before someone else was using him. He hung limply in the wall, shaking slightly.
“-sounds like he’s about to catch on fire-”
“-cute little robot is-”
That’s all Hex could make out before his own shrill cry cut him off.
This went on for so long, people taking their turn with him over and over, no one was standing in front of him anymore, all gathered around to watch his port get fucked and have their round with him. The number on his left thigh was around 9, that’s what he could remember anyways, but the number on his right thigh had gone a bit higher. He wasn’t sure what number exactly, but he knew it was high. Some words had been written around him and on him- he couldn’t read them, but they were there- words like “cum dumpster” written on him, and “free use” written on the wall, an arrow pointing at him, along side “pretty boy” and “team toy” on him too.
How long had it been? He didn’t know anymore, but eventually the thrusting stopped. At some point, everyone had had their turn with him. Every. Single. Player. The number 15 was tallied on his thigh. He was covered in their semen, it was a real mess to be honest. They may have gotten a bit carried away, but Hex seemed satisfied.
“Alright, pull him out.”
“Awww can we leave him there a little long? Maybe other people will want a turn?”
Hex babbled something incoherent.
“I don’t think there’s anything left for him to cum with dude.”
“Is he still alive in there? Did we break him?”
With a couple firm tugs, Hex was loosened a little bit, before he popped right out. He made a loud clang as he tumbled to the ground, glitching hearts where his eyes should be. His team stood around him, blurry in Hex’s vision.
“I- I… am now… resting.” He stated as everything cut to black.
When Hex woke up, he was at his house. He was laying on his couch, wrapped up in a blanket carefully, cleaned and in fresh clothes. Who… did they… how did they…
Hex looked around, but his team was no where in sight. Did they feel guilty? Did they think they hurt him? No, no, it was great! Do they think he hates them now? He wanted to get up, to call them and tell them it was okay, that he was actually… quite happy. But he couldn’t get up, he was too tired. He laid there for a few seconds, before cuddling back into the blanket, giggling to himself.
“S- S- Set reminder for 5 hours: refill tank.” He mumbled, rolling his eyes as his voice skipped. “And fix- fix vocal chords.”