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Saturday nights were always alone time for Fry. Meaning that he had the entire apartment to himself while Bender was out doing god knows what. Probably committing felonies and fucking fembots. This meant that Fry could jerk himself off without any intrusion or heckling. And being filmed without his knowledge.
He used his hands to sweep all the trash on their couch onto the floor and promptly laid down. He grabbed a bottle of lube (good old Lube-y) he kept between the couch cushions and squirted some onto his hand. He threw his body onto the couch, ignoring the crumbs and dirt that brushed against his body like sandpaper. Next, he put his lube-covered hand down his pants and took his phone out with the other. He pulled up some porn, closed his eyes, rested his head back, and sighed. He wondered if he could make himself last for at least a good while. His goal for tonight was to see how many times he could make himself orgasm in one hour.
He pulled the grimy screen dangerously close to his eyes and played the vid. Fry was ashamed to admit this, but he had always been interested in experimental porn, especially when he came to the future. The stuff here was a far cry from the more vanilla penis-in-vagina-the-way-god-intended crap that he was used to from the 90s. Now he could watch whatever he pleased, and his most recent interest was robosexual porn. Notably, Fry watched a lot of gay robosexual porn, which definitely didn’t make him gay. After all, he watched plenty of human gay porn, and that never turned him gay. Well maybe a little bit, but he never thought about it that hard. He figured he was that word Leela taught him about. What was it…bicycle or something like that? Panna cotta? Anyway, it didn’t matter, so he got to work.
Fry worked his way down from his balls, pressing the tips of his fingers against them. He let out a hiss of pleasure and gently ran them down his length. He started to rub his cock, which was slowly getting harder. It twitched and pulsed against his touch. He moaned out and rubbed faster as the porn grew more intense. He closed his eyes and warmth spread to his face.
“Fuck… fuck…” he moaned softly. “That’s right... fuck me.”
Suddenly, Fry’s phone was jerked from his hand, and he let out a high-pitched cry.
“Wow meatbag, watcha watching there?” a rough voice sneered from behind him. “Looks like you needed to keep yourself busy tonight, huh?”
Fry whipped his head around, straining his neck, and put a hand over his very mortified face.
“B-Bender?!” he squealed. “What the hell--?!”
Bender towered over him, holding Fry’s phone in his hands. There was a wicked glare in his inhuman optics.
“Ooooo what do we have here? Robosexual porn? I didn’t know you were into this kinda junk!”
He glanced down at the phone with glee while Fry watched him, frozen in horror. He thrust his hands out of his pants, away from his needy cock, and scrambled to his knees to glare at Bender.
“Gimme that--!” His voice was shrill with embarrassment.
“Oh, you want it? Come and get it, meatbag!”
Bender dangled the phone in front of Fry’s face; he desperately grasped at it, only for Bender to yank it away. Fry scooted himself closer, the blood rushing to his face with arousal and anger as he failed to grab his stolen phone.
“Bender--! You…jerk!” he growled in frustration.
Bender merely laughed, enjoying Fry’s humiliation. Fry braced himself against Bender, trying to grab at the phone, and Bender extended his arm far above Fry’s head. Fry let go and slumped back against the couch.
“Fine. You win.”
His arousal was pretty much gone by now, so much for his special night alone. His heart pounded wildly with embarrassment and shock. Bender stepped backward and held the phone out triumphantly. He stared down at what Fry was watching, cackling all the while.
“You needy meatbags are all the same. Can’t go a single night without jacking it, eh Fry?”
Fry groaned and buried his burning face into his hands. He knew that Bender would never let this one go, especially now that he knew Fry watched robosexual porn. He scowled up at Bender.
“I thought you were out at a robot night club, Bender? Same as every Saturday night? You always go on about how you need your time away from us ‘filthy humans.’”
“I wasn’t feeling it tonight.” Bender answered absentmindedly without looking up. He was still going through Fry’s phone. “Besides, what I found here is much more entertaining than any club would offer—”
He stopped suddenly and his optics widened. He looked at Fry, then back down at the phone, then back again at Fry.
“Hey, wait a minute. This is gay robosexual porn?!”
Fry grimaced.
“Uh, yeah.”
“So, you’re into manbots?” Bender’s voice sounded weird, almost like a broken record.
Fry lowered his eyes; he was not appreciating this interrogation right now. Who cared what he was into? What he did in private was supposed to stay in private.
“I guess…” he mumbled. He knew that Bender would never let him live this one down.
Bender stood there staring at Fry blankly, almost as though he had short-circuited.
“Bender…?”
Fry waved a hand in front of his friend’s blank stare.
“Earth to Bender! Hello?!”
This was starting to creep Fry out. Bender had been standing there for what seemed like an eternity before he snapped back to life. Fry let out a yelp.
“Well, I’m going to bed!” Bender said with an exaggerated yawn. “Good night!”
“Wait, Bender!” Fry called after him. “My phone! Give it back!”
Bender ignored him and marched to the entrance of their apartment, Fry’s phone in tow. Fry jumped off the couch, and rushed after his friend, nearly falling over as he did so. But by the time Fry caught up to him, Bender had already slammed the door to his closet-sized room and locked it tight.
Fry banged his fist against the door.
“You jerk!”
“Quiet! I’m stealing your phone for tonight!”
“I need it!”
“Go to bed meatbag, you can jack off without it!”
Fry groaned loudly. There was no way he was strong enough to break that door, and he wasn’t strong enough to get his phone back from a robot. His shoulders sagged in defeat.
“Fine. Give it back tomorrow.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever.”
Fry pressed his ear up to the door. God knows what Bender was doing on his phone. He mumbled something about how Bender was a jackass and a terrible friend under his breath before dragging his feet to his room.
***
The next day, Fry found his phone on the coffee table, Bender nowhere in sight. He looked around for his friend a bit, especially because they usually walked to work together, before giving up and making the trek alone. Unsurprisingly, Bender never showed up to work that day.
Maybe Bender is never coming back, he thought as he walked back home alone. Maybe you scared him off for good. Maybe he doesn’t want some filthy robosexual for a friend… Fry fumbled for the keys to his apartment once he got to the door, trying to shake these thoughts out of his head. He had no clue what was going on in Bender’s head 90% of the time. The robot was always doing weird things or having episodes that Fry couldn’t even begin to understand. Nonetheless, Fry knew deep down that Bender was still his best friend and wouldn’t abandon him that quickly…right?
Fry got his answer as soon as he opened the door, and his ears were immediately assaulted with loud sounds of moaning and beeping.
“What the hell…” his voice trailed off as his eyes flickered over to the living area.
There was Bender, sitting on the couch watching extremely graphic human/robot porn on their TV. Specifically, the gay kind. Fry’s eyes widened and his keys dropped from his hands to the ground. He tried to say something but the only sounds that he could manage were strangled and guttural. Bender’s optics shifted to Fry, and he greeted him with a casual wave.
“Hey meatbag.” He gestured for Fry to sit next to him on the couch. “Took ya long enough to get back from work.”
Fry put his hands out to shield himself from…whatever on god’s green earth was blaring on their TV. It looked like a massive robot was about to rip a man’s dick off with its giant claws. Fry gulped.
“Bender, what is this?!”
“Robosexual porn. Like the shit you were watching yesterday. Duh.”
“I can see that—”
“Except this stuff is much better. You should be thanking me right now.” He slammed his fist against the edge of the coffee table proudly.
Fry’s eyes wandered over the coffee table and let out a wheeze, as though the breath had been knocked right out of him. The table was covered in various DVDs with detailed explicit imagery of robots fucking humans (and the occasional switch-up of robots getting fucked by humans). There were porno movies with titles like Attack of the 18-Inch Metal Penis and How to Make Your Robot Girlfriend Overload in Less Than Five Minutes: For Dummies. Fry examined the movies, feeling slightly queasy. He turned to Bender who was staring at him with…was that eagerness?
“Bender did you steal all this?”
“You know it, Fry!” He pounded his chest proudly. “Half of this stuff is really old and the other half is illegal on 47 different planets! Including this one.”
Fry nodded slowly, his head spinning. He knew he shouldn’t be surprised at this point; after all, Bender did weird stuff that landed him in prison all the time. But all this, just to humiliate him? It was going too far. It kinda stung.
“Look, Bender. You made your point, I’m a filthy robosexual. Can you please just turn this off and leave me alone?”
Bender scowled.
“What the hell are you talking about Fry?! I bought this stuff for myself at a shady alien porno store on Venus!”
“Wait—”
“Last night, when I stole your phone, I got curious. What does sex between the superior manbot and the inferior human male look like?
“So, you’re a robosexual?”
Bender crossed his arms defensively.
“No! I just think it’s…you know…interesting that even in bed, the robot dominates the human. Just further proving the fact that humans are pathetic when paired up with robots.”
Fry did a double take. He’s flustered, he realized. He sat down next to Bender, trying to keep his lips from quirking into a smile.
“You want me to watch with you?”
Bender looked away quickly.
“You’re actually into this, so I thought you might get something out of it.”
“Okay.”
“And it would be just like watching All My Circuits like we do every night. No big deal.”
Fry frowned. It wasn’t uncommon for him to watch porn with male friends in the past; hell, they would even touch themselves around each other. But he had never done it with Bender. He let out a sigh and decided to see what would come of this.
“…I guess. Whatever you say.”
Bender pressed play.
***
A few nights later they were watching Invasion of the Robo Sex Cops. It was a pretty bad porno film, but Fry was uncomfortably aroused. His penis was bulging through his pants, practically begging to be touched. He looked at Bender out of the corner of his eye. Not that he could do anything about it right now. Not at least without being made fun of for the next several months.
“Hey Fry.” Bender interrupted his thoughts.
“Yeah?”
“What’s that whitish stuff that shoots out of a guy’s dick?”
Fry made a strangled noise, as though someone was grinding their shoe into his foot. He swallowed. Hard.
“B-Bender, you can’t just ask me stuff like that without a warning.”
“Why not? We’re already watching porn together. We have torn every single wall left between us!”
Fry sighed.
“Fine. Look, have you ever heard of an orgasm?”
“A what?”
Fry slapped a hand against his face. He could feel blood spreading all around his cheeks. This was going to be a long night.
“Uh……… it’s when a human is brought close to ‘the edge.’ And you touch and squeeze them in all the right places. Then they start spurting out all this white stuff. It’s like spraying Silly String onto your ceiling as a kid.”
“Silly String?”
“Never mind. So anyway, the white stuff is called cum. And when you cum out a lot and you can’t stop it, then that means you’re having an orgasm.” Fry winced. He was always bad at explaining things. It didn’t help that he didn’t even know what an orgasm was until he turned 19.
Bender rubbed his nonexistent chin thoughtfully.
“I see, I see. So cumming is like the human version of an oil leak?”
“Not really. When you cum it feels really good. Like—” he paused wracking his brain for the right words “—it’s like being turned inside out. Everything gets released at once. And it means that sex is done,” he finished dumbly.
“That's what climaxing is like for humans then? That’s pretty disgusting.”
Fry scrunched up his nose but decided to ignore that comment.
“Do robots have their own version of climaxing?”
“You idiot,” Bender scoffed. “I wouldn’t have sex all the time if it didn’t feel good. It’s called overloading by the way. But a creature like you wouldn’t be able to pleasure a robot like me in the same way that another robot could.”
“I guess not,” Fry murmured. Though the various porn movies the two had watched suggested otherwise. Before Fry could think about why Bender had come up with such a scenario, Bender asked him another extremely uncomfortable question.
“So can you shoot cum out of your dick as far as that guy?” He pointed at the screen.
“BENDER!” Fry yelped as Bender snickered.
The redness on his face turned a darker shade and spread to his neck and ears. He had no idea why Bender was so fascinated with humiliating him specifically. Fry’s aching dick wasn’t helping him either. He covered his throbbing erection and hoped that Bender wouldn’t notice. He got up and glared at his sadistic friend.
“If you’ll excuse me, I need to go take care of something.”
“Ah, what?” Bender whined. “Fry, you can jack it in here, can’t you? The movie’s just now getting good!”
Fry blinked.
“Are you kidding me? You’re ok with me getting off in front of you?”
“I’ve caught you jacking off tons of times, why would this time be any different?” Bender seemed to ignore the fact that Fry’s face was turning white. “Just don’t make a big show of it like all the other noisy humans.”
Fry plopped back down on the couch in defeat.
“Ok, it isn’t that big of a deal,” he said more to himself than Bender. “My friends and I used to jack off in front of each other all the time whenever we aroused each other. That didn’t make us gay for each other.”
Though he failed to mention these sessions often escalated into Fry sucking one or two guys off.
Bender glanced at him.
“So, you’re not gonna take your pants off?”
“No! Why would I?”
“Whatever. Just get it over with meatbag.” Bender’s voice was smug, but it sounded off to Fry.
“Just don’t make fun of me for it,” Fry grumbled. He shoved a hand down his pants and turned his head toward the TV.
“No promises.”
***
Not even two days later, Bender asked if he could touch Fry right when Fry reached into his pants to take care of himself.
Fry stared at him frozen, his jaw hanging open. Bender, of all people, wanted to give him a handjob?
“I just think it would be nice to help my good old buddy out,” Bender explained cheerfully. Though he could hear a faint hint of desperation in the robot’s voice.
Fry felt the rusty gears turning in his head, as everything slowly snapped into place.
“That’s what this is about?”
“Hm? What about what?”
“Bender you would never do something for me if there wasn’t something in it for you. You and I both know that. Especially this.”
Bender sighed.
“Look, Fry. Sometimes, as a great and powerful robot, the only thing you want out of life is to enslave and dominate the entire human race. Probably killing most of them in the process. Is that too much to ask?”
Fry smiled nervously.
“I’m sure you’ll succeed one day. Long after I’m dead, preferably.”
Bender ignored his comment and continued.
“The next best thing is dominating a human in bed. And maybe enslaving them too.” Bender looked at Fry expectantly. Fry swallowed thickly. What the hell had he gotten himself into?
“I see how it is. All of this has been about wanting to have power over a human but in bed?”
Bender shifted uncomfortably.
“Yeah.”
“And you saw that I’m a human who’s interested in robosexual porn?”
“Yeah.”
“So, you want me to fulfill your sexual desires?”
“Look meatbag, we both get something out of it. I get to order you around like my pet and you get to feel real good. It’s a win-win, right?”
“But Bender, how would this work? I mean, you’re my best friend. You sleep around all the time, and, what about--” he lowered his voice “—what about Leela?”
Bender rolled his optics. He jabbed a metal finger at Fry’s chest.
“We would still be friends, just friends with benefits. Dumbass.”
Fry bit his lip.
“Gee, I dunno Bender. I’ve done it with guys before but never with robots. I don’t want to hurt our friendship or any chance I might have with Leela in the future. I mean, what if she finds out and she decides I’ve moved on? What would our coworkers say? And besides, it can be hard to have a sexual relationship on a strictly platonic basis—”
“Fry, guess what?” Bender interrupted.
“What?”
“I can make my entire body vibrate.”
To demonstrate, he placed a finger on Fry’s neck and began to vibrate harshly. Within seconds, Fry’s pants were on the ground.
I can’t believe I’m doing this. I can’t believe I’m doing this. The thoughts in his head repeated over and over banging against his skull like a drum. He laid back down, his head against the couch. His heart was beating wildly, and sweat was pouring down his cheeks. I must be really desperate. Bender sat against the couch rubbing his metallic hands together.
"You ready for this meatbag?”
Fry squeezed his eyes shut.
“Yeah.”
“You’re acting like I’m about to kill you.”
“Sorry. I guess I’m just nervous.”
“Last time to back out. Do you want this?”
Was it just him, or did Bender sound nervous as well?
“Yes…” Fry’s voice came out all quiet and breathy.
Bender took this as an invitation to pull himself on top of Fry’s nearly naked body. Fry let out a gasp as the cold, hard metal brushed against his skin. Bender awkwardly positioned himself on top of Fry and accidentally knocked his body against Fry’s ribs. He yelped.
“Sorry ‘bout that,” Bender mumbled.
“It’s ok.” Fry tried to ignore the throbbing pain in his side.
Bender wrapped his arms around Fry’s body and Fry had no choice but to cling to him. His body rested against Fry stiffly and unnaturally. Bender was much heavier than Fry was expecting, though he could tell that Bender was at least trying not to push his entire weight onto Fry. The two of them lay there, an uncomfortable silence stewing in the air. Fry was starting to have regrets and he wondered if Bender did too.
Just as he was about to say something, Bender lowered his hand and pressed his fingers into Fry’s bulge that was still peeking through his underwear. Before he could stop himself, he let out a whine.
“Here?” Bender asked.
“Yeah,” Fry cleared his throat. “It, uh, feels good when you rub it.”
Bender began rubbing Fry’s dick through the fabric and Fry could feel blood creeping up to his face once more. Though this time, the heat was much more pleasant as opposed to embarrassing. He moaned once more and pressed his burning face into Bender’s cool shoulder. This wasn’t so bad. A bit vanilla maybe, but nothing he couldn’t handle. Bender’s hands slipped through the fabric of Fry’s underpants and tugged them down. He wrapped his fingers around Fry’s dick, rubbing it still.
“Oh, Bender. Bender...” he moaned.
Bender pushed himself up, lifting the weight off Fry’s chest. He stopped rubbing, opting to hold the cock hostage in his hand. Fry stared up at him, confused.
“Why did you—?”
Fry’s eyes widened as Bender grinned at him evilly.
“That’s good, Fry. I want you to say my name.”
Without warning, Bender forced an entire finger into Fry’s asshole, going in completely dry. Fry let out a shriek and a spasm of pain shot through his entire body.
“BENDER!” he screamed. Stars danced in front of his eyes.
Bender completely misunderstood.
“Yes, just like that Fry…” He shoved his finger in further and Fry let out another loud gasp of horror.
“NO! STOP!” He was frantically jerking and kicking now. “Take it out!”
Bender abruptly yanked his finger out, earning another scream from Fry. His asshole was being ripped apart from the inside out. Bender scowled down at him.
“Why’d you make me stop?” His voice was laced with annoyance.
“Y-you can’t go in dry!” Fry whimpered. “It really really hurts! Like a lot!”
“Go in dry?”
Fry reached between the couch cushions and pulled out old reliable (Lube-y) and held it out to show Bender.
“With stuff like fingering me, you need to put this liquid-y stuff on your fingers to make them go in and out easier,” he explained. “Or it will be seriously painful if you put them in dry. Like just now.”
Bender shook his head.
“You humans are so needy and pathetic.”
Despite his complaints, he popped the top off and squirted some into his hand. Fry, who was still recovering from the ordeal, pushed himself up and frowned.
“You can’t just stick your fingers inside of me like that with no warning…”
“Why not?”
“You need to make sure it’s ok with me first.” He crossed his arms. “Or we aren’t doing this.”
Bender rolled his optics. He was still squirting way too much lube onto his hands.
“Fine. Whatever you say.”
Fry was hesitant but laid back down against his better judgment. Bender may be a prick, but Fry knew that Bender didn’t understand human pain or how the human body worked in general. And maybe he was being an idiot, but he wanted to give his friend a second chance. He leaned his head against the armrest of the couch and spread his legs. Bender stared down at his friend’s erection and hummed with delight.
“Do I have permission to fuck you with my fingers, Captain Fry?”
Fry couldn’t help but crack a grin at that comment.
“Permission granted! But you can only use one finger right now!” Fry lifted a finger for extra emphasis. His asshole was still recovering.
“Aye aye,” Bender answered. He hesitated for a split second before promptly jamming his finger into Fry’s ass once more.
Fry let out another cry and slapped the palm of his hand against his mouth. A voice in the back of his head chastised him for not teaching Bender about human anatomy before agreeing to this. The voice turned to mush as Bender finger-fucked him roughly. With his other hand, he grabbed onto Fry’s cock and began pumping it. Fry gasped and gripped the sides of the couch cushions, turning his head to the side.
“Oh god, oh god. Fuck…”
He closed his eyes tightly.
“Does it feel good?” Bender called out to him. His voice sounded far away.
“Bender! Yes, so, so, so good!, God, it’s so good!”
“So, I’m amazing, huh?” Bender’s voice was smug, but Fry was too far gone to even care. He could barely even think about anything other than how great he felt and how close he was to the edge. “Ok Fry, since you asked me to give you a heads up, I’m going to start vibrating now!”
And with that, Bender’s hands immediately started vibrating.
What was left of Fry’s conscious thought disappeared completely. He snapped his hips up toward the vibration and wailed over and over, growing louder with every second. Bender stared at him in shock.
“Jesus Fry…”
“That’s right Bender! Yes! YES!” Fry was practically screaming now. Tears were streaming down his face, but he could barely register the words coming out of his mouth. “I’m nearly there! You’re going to make me cum, Bender, you’re doing this to me, fuck, make me cum!”
Just as he requested, Fry came hard, splattering semen all over himself and Bender, who stared down at himself in disgust.
“Ew--! Fry!” He turned off the vibration and pulled his hands away from Fry’s genitalia.
Fry spilled the last of his load, let out a final moan, and then collapsed against the couch, exhausted. Holy shit, what just happened? Out of the corner of his eye, he watched Bender trying and failing to clean himself with his hands.
“How the hell am I supposed to get this stuff off?” Bender muttered angrily. He grabbed Fry’s pants off the floor and began wiping himself down with them. Fry watched his chest heave up and down, bathing in the afterglow. He hadn’t felt that good in a long time. Possibly ever. He managed to prop himself up with his arm and turned to Bender. Bender glared back at him and pointed an accusing finger at Fry.
“You better thank me for putting up with your sickening human waste!”
Fry gave him a lopsided grin.
“Thanks for that.”
“You didn’t even last very long,” Bender grumbled, still wiping the sticky fluids off his body.
“Bender, that was amazing…”
“Of course, I’m the best lover in the world, and don’t you forget it.”
Fry pushed himself up to his knees, sitting close to Bender.
“I mean it. It was some of the best sex I’ve ever had.”
Bender grinned, clearly enjoying the fact that his ego was being stroked.
“You weren’t so bad yourself, meatbag. You put on quite the show for me after all.”
Fry squirmed.
“Bender, I want to repay you,” he began shyly. Bender’s mechanical head turned to face him. “If you’re still up for it, maybe you could show me a thing or two about robot anatomy sometime…”
Bender snorted.
“Yeah right. I’m only doing this because we’re both getting something out of it. This isn’t a romance novel.”
“I know. This is a ‘just friends’ type of thing.” Fry stood up, his legs wobbly and his vision blurring. “You wore me out. ‘Night Bender.”
“Good night meatbag.”
Fry waddled to his room, his sore genitalia hanging between his legs and cum-stained clothes in tow. He paused at the edge of his door, hand hovering over the doorknob.
“You forget something?” Bender called out from behind him.
“Yeah.”
Fry turned around, marched over to Bender, and placed a kiss on the robot’s cheek. Bender let out a static squeal of surprise. Before he could think of a way to respond, Fry was already in his room.