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The Sexbot demanded that Sebastian call it “Master Adan”. It liked to torture Sebstian by spanking him during his household duties. A robot’s spanking could be playful, intense or bruising. The Sexbot liked to bruise Sebastian. It also liked to tell Sebastian about the way his husband and the bot fucked, as if Sebastian wasn’t privy to it every single time.
“My asshole is way more versatile,” the Sexbot said. “It does not tire, it stays at the preferred tightness, it is self-lubricating, it can warm and cool and vibrate.”
“Yes,” Sebastian said, because he wanted to really feel abused, “You are a very sophisticated sex toy, Master Adan.”
The Sexbot did not disappoint. It pulled Sebastian away from the ironing machine and bent him over the smart sofa that immediately gripped his upper body, immobilising him.
“Appologise,” the Sexbot demanded calmly, and commenced to rain blow after blow down on Sebastian’s already very well warmed-up ass.
Sebastian’s dick tried to harden in its cage. God, but he wanted to come!
He grunted into the smart matter, unable to even cant his hips.
“Hurry up. You are neglecting your duties. If you do not finish programming the ironing machine, the clothing will not be ready at Cosmo’s return.”
That was true. Sebastian moaned. Oh, but the intensity of the spanking was increasing. He would really feel it when he sat down. If he could sit at all. Well, it depended on how soon he apologised.
It hurt.
It hurt very much.
“I’m sorry, Master Adan. I should not have said that.”
“No, you should not have,” the Sexbot agreed cheerfully. It inserted a single finger into Sebastian’s ass, immediately finding and stimulating his prostate.
“I could make you come in thirtythree seconds,” the Sexbot informed him. “Drip from your cage and scream my name.”
It sounded like a brilliant idea.
“Instead, I will make your husband come like this. Repeatedly. And then he will fuck me. And you will wear the pretty pink lingerie I bought for you last Saturday and sit on a huge dildo with your hands tied behind your back and watch.”
“Gnah!” Sebastian groaned. He was almost there.
The finger in his ass emitted an electrical pulse that cut through his arousal like a knife. Sebastian screamed.
“Again?” Master Adan asked.
“I apologised!” Sebastian protested.
“Correct,” the Sexbot acquiesced. It extracted his deceptively human-looking digit. “Resume your duties, then shower and dress in the lingerie. I will lay it out for you.”
“Thank you,” Sebastian said, then inwardly slapped himself.
At least the chair wasn’t smart, so Sebastian could rock on it, fucking himself on the dildo. It hurt, of course, with his butt being bruised. He liked it when it hurt.
The lace was buttery soft, still it felt scratchy against his sensitised skin. It also rubbed where it was bunched to make place for the dildo, because this was French lace, not some cheap porn ad stuff with a hole in it. The bra felt nice. Hugging his chest, his golden nipple piercings peeking through the sheer material. Cosmo had pierced his nipples on their wedding night, then wouldn’t leave them alone until Sebastian cried for weeks.
The memory only made Sebastian hotter. He redoubled his efforts on the dildo. It was not very satisfying - his legs were tied to the chair and he couldn’t raise himself and make the dildo rub against his prostate properly, but he could move well enough to relieve some of the torture of his inability to partake in the vigorous sex in front of him. True to its word, Master Adan had made Cosmo come several times. Cosmo had stared Sebastian in the eyes the whole time, spurred on by his husband’s helpless desire and humiliation.
“Now fuck me!” Cosmo panted. He was still looking at Sebastian, and Sebastian whimpered. It had been a year since Cosmo had allowed him to fuck him. And even then, it had been with a strapon. And the last time Cosmo had fucked Sebastian was over a month ago.
Why would I need to?, Cosmo had said, when Sebastian last asked. Adan’s hole is much better. And he doesn’t get so distracted by his own pleasure he forgets about me.
Please, Cosmo! Please! I won't forget about you at all, I won't! Sebastian had begged.
Hm. Maybe on your birthday. We’ll see.
Sebastian’s birthday was in three months.
In front of him, Cosmo was obviously ready for another spectacular orgasm.
“I want to kiss him while I come!” he demanded, and Sebastian, who was rocking on his bruised butt with the huge dildo up his ass and his cage too tight with how aroused he was, didn’t get it.
Until the smart ropes fell away and Master Adan ordered him to kiss Cosmo.
Sebastian forgot about the dildo and hissed when he got up too fast. He stumbled over on wobbly legs, falling to his knees in front of Cosmo who rocked back and forth with the force of the Sexbot’s thrusts.
The kiss was artless compared to what Cosmo could usually do with his mouth, but Sebastian whimpered nevertheless, revelling in the intimacy.
Cosmo’s tongue fucked into his mouth sloppily, and he groaned more than he kissed, but it was good, very good. When he came, Cosmo bit down on Sebastian’s lip.
After having come down from his high, Cosmo gripped Sebastian’s head with both hands and kissed him properly, all gentle and rough and loving and possessive at the same time. It made Sebastian dizzy.
“That was really good, Adan,” Cosmo said, when he was done kissing his husband. “I’m super tired now. I’ll take a nap, you ruin him for me. Twice, if he can manage.”
Sebastian sobbed.
“Certainly, Cosmo. It’ll be my pleasure. Shall I make him lick it up after?” The Sexbot only asked to be mean, Cosmo’s answer was always the same.
“Of course. Strap him onto the fucking machine for a while, after. He complained about me not fucking him enough, lately. I trust you’ll know when he’s had enough.”
“I did not complain!” Sebastian protested, and Cosmo patted his face condescendingly.
“You didn’t ask me to fuck you?”
Sebastian blushed furiously. “That’s not the same as complaining!”
“Alright. Then hook him up to the fucking machine, because I like the idea of his hole being too sore to take a dick.”
Sebastian took a shuddering breath.
“Certainly, Cosmo. If you want, I can also do the fucking myself.”
“Why would I want that? The dumb machine is good enough for Sebastian.”
Sebastian’s dick dripped precum. One of these days, he’d die from overexcitement.
Cosmo kissed him again, running his tongue over the lip he had bitten.
“I love you, too,” he whispered against Sebastian’s mouth, making Sebastian's heart overflow with all kinds of mushy feelings.
“Wake me at 1600 the latest. I still need to finish my report.”
“Certainly, Cosmo,” the Sexbot said, at the same time that Sebastian said: “Yes, Cosmo.”
Cosmo chuckled. “I meant my husband, Adan. But if he can’t walk, you do his job.”
Sebastian wowed to himself that he would be able to walk. By the look on the Sexbot’s artificially perfect face, he wowed the opposite.