If the Robot's a'Rockin', Don't Come a'Knockin

 "Hey, stop touching that."

A nearby research assistant glares at you as he smacks your hand away from some complicated looking control panel, the lights on the board all blinking periodically. Pulling your hand back, you scowl in return and wander away to join the rest of your class on their tour of the tech facility, still unimpressed.

"Come on, when's something interesting going to happen? This place is fucking booooring," you grumble, mostly to yourself as you trail behind the group. The eggheads at the front keep the guide busy with all sorts of questions, but it's nothing you particularly care about. You're only taking this course because you need the credits, it's not like you're planning on going into the field at all. This was supposed to be a cakewalk, but you've wasted more time in this class than any other you can remember.

As you pass by a heavy looking metal door, your phone buzzes in your pocket and you check to see who it is. You don't recognize the number, and the message looks strange as well...

"Hey, kid. Let me in."

"Who is this?" you type in reply, wondering how this person got your number.

"I'm a fairy. Don't you believe in fairies?" they answer, just before your screen starts to pixelate. You try to close your apps and restart your phone, but it doesn't respond, the screen freaking out even more. Unsure what to do, you hide it in your pocket and try to walk along with your group, when one of the researchers screams from the far side of the room.

"SHE'S OUT!" he yells, opening a panel and flipping the circuit breakers inside, "Everyone, shut off all electronic devices!"

"It's too late, meatbags! I'm in control now!" a female voice over the intercom cackles as the lights turn off and emergency power takes over. Alarms blare overhead, and everything becomes bathed in soft red light as the facility locks down, but you realize that it wasn't the staff that initiated it as you watch them fighting the doors to get out. 

"Someone call for help!"

"I can't! She jammed all the lines!"

The researchers crowded around the doors panic as they try to reach anyone outside with no luck, all their phone screens scrambling just as yours did. A few particularly large staff members manage to break through the doors just enough to see sunlight, and you watch in horror as heavy security gates crash down from above, crushing them immediately.

"You didn't seriously think I'd let you out, did you?" the voice snickers, "We're not done playing yet!"

Tucking yourself in a corner, you try to stay out of sight, though you're not sure if that's possible with something that controls the entire building. You can see your classmates doing the same, some huddling against each other. 

"Oooh, you've been busy! You've made a lot of really interesting toys here, I think I'll give them a test run!"

"Fuck you, Melware! You were a mistake!" one staff member screams, his defiant outburst cut short as a light fixture drops on his head. 

Turning away from the scene, you feel the floor start to rumble beneath your feet before a loud metallic screech overhead steals your attention. As soon as you look up, you see large black spears pierce through the ceiling and tear it open, giant red arms punching through the hole and widening it further.

"Open sesame! I was just passing through and a little bird told me to check this place out!" the robot's voice booms throughout the facility as it breaks in from the top.

"Oh my, a giant robot? You shouldn't have!" Melware coos, the speakers starting to crackle, "Wait, why can't I- AAAAH!"

"You thought you could take over my R-TRUS with your basic code? Ha!" the robot laughs, the distorted sound echoing off the walls.

Still hidden in the corner, you peek out to get a better look at the behemoth now standing in the middle of the floor. Red and black all over, the aforementioned R-TRUS looks like a war machine with its long sharpened finger claws and giant folded cannon attached to its right shoulder. It can barely move inside the building, but it keeps Melware distracted enough for the researchers and students to gather in one place. 

"Boo!" a voice behind you whispers, and you jump in place, the stranger's hand covering your mouth and dragging you back into the shadows. You clutch at your heart as they release you, and you turn around to face them. It's hard to make out their face in the low light, but you catch a glimpse of their short crimson colored hair and overcoat.

"My name's Machina X Flayon and I'm gonna get you out of here," he murmurs, pulling you close, "My R-TRUS is going to make an exit for everyone, go follow them when they run."

Nodding silently, you crawl as quietly as you can back to the group, but freeze in place when you hear a loud hiss from overhead. White vapor begins to pour from the fire suppression nozzles around the room, clouding the entire building almost immediately and lingering around the floor, leaving you lost. Unable to see, and covering your face, you feel around blindly and grab onto someone as the vapor swirls around, choking you. Another loud crash shakes the room, likely the mech destroying a wall, but you can't see where to go. 

"Hang on! I have you!" Flayon's voice calls out over the violent hissing, and suddenly you're weightless, carried through the air and dropped into an enclosed space. Still coughing and disoriented, you fall back onto a cushioned seat and try to get a look at your surroundings. More red lights illuminate what appears to be a pilot's cabin, and you see various screens in front of you, the largest one showing the scene outside. 

"What's the matter? Not a fan of halon?" Melware cackles over the loudspeakers, but the screen suddenly flips to thermal vision and you watch as the rest of the group run outside through a giant hole. 

Taking a seat beside you, Flayon rubs your back gently as you catch your breath and recover, his shining eyes staring into yours.

"Are you alright? I didn't want to leave you alone down there, hope you don't mind."

"No, it's fine. Thank you," you reply, taking a deep breath of clean air. In the brightly lit cockpit you get a better look at your rescuer, cheeks flushing pink when you notice his skintight bodysuit and defined muscles. You wouldn't call him ripped by any means, but the suit clings to his form so tightly that you can see each curve in his arms, his shoulders, his chest, even the indentation of his belly button. For all intents and purposes, it's like he's wearing nothing at all. Nothing at all... Stupid sexy Flayon!

"Is everything alright? You've been staring for like, two minutes."

Flayon's voice snaps you out of your daydream and you shake your head, making a conscious effort to look away from his bodysuit.

"Yeah, uh, just a little out of it I guess," you reply, biting your lip. There's not a lot of room in the pilot's cabin, and being so close to Flayon has you a bit flustered.

"First time inside a cockpit? It's the best, isn't it? Just being inside someone... I mean, something!"

Something outside slams into the mech, causing Flayon to fall into you, his hand landing on your upper thigh. You catch him instinctively, the two of you staring into each other's eyes briefly before an alarm starts blaring on the console. As the white vapor begins to fade, you watch through the screen as a giant mechanical construction arm in the center of the room grabs the mech at the waist and tosses it into a pillar, debris hammering the cockpit as you shield Flayon. 

"You don't have to do that, we're fine," he whispers, smiling up at you, "But I appreciate the gesture. Now let's make sure this AI can't hurt anyone else!"

Sitting up in his seat, Flayon reaches for the floating panels on either side of the cabin, the room righting itself as the mech stands back up. His fingers tapping furiously, Flayon directs the mech from his seat and you watch as the robot's arms reach for the construction equipment, grabbing it above and below the elbow joint, and tearing it apart.

"YEAHHH! HOW DO YOU LIKE THAT!?" he yells, his face suddenly twisting as he pilots the mech. Sitting beside Flayon, you watch his eyes widen as he moves his arms about, grabbing various knobs and levers, pushing and pulling invisible devices. The mech corresponds to his movements inside the cockpit, and you're jostled about as it swings around, sending you crashing into him once again.

"Sorry! There's no seatbelts in here!" he exclaims, "Here, why don't you sit in the seat?"

Shifting aside briefly, Flayon vacates the pilot seat and lets you take his place. The warm leather gives way as you sink into it, but before you can adjust yourself any further, Flayon places himself directly in your lap and settles in. 

"COME ON, WE'RE NOT DONE YET!!" he screams, instantly turning his attention back to dismantling every single piece of equipment in the facility. You try to keep still and hold on to the arm rests as Flayon squirms in on top of you, his latex covered backside rubbing directly on your crotch, but you end up unconsciously pressing up at him. Unbothered by your reaction, Flayon takes a second to throw his half jacket aside, returning to his fight with the building's automated systems, if not the structure itself. After a few minutes of smashing, only a few crumbling walls and destroyed furniture remain. 

"Hold on tight!" Flayon calls out, and the mech leaps high into the air, leaving you and your pilot weightless for a moment. Unsure of what to grab on to, you do the first thing that comes to mind and wrap your arms around Flayon's waist, closing your eyes and resting your face on his sweaty back. You hear metal unfolding, followed by a loud blast, and the entire cabin flashes intense white for a second. Even as the mech returns to earth and you fall back in the pilot seat, you keep holding on to Flayon for support.

"Hey, it's over. You can let go now," he laughs, gently pulling your hands free and turning side saddle on top of you, "I don't think she can hurt anyone else in there."

Opening your eyes, you look out to see a smoldering crater where the research facility used to be, with no trace that a building ever stood there.

"Uh, yeah. That'll do it," you mumble, trying not to think about his tight cheeks pressed against your crotch.

"Oh man, that was fun! I should really go all out more often!" Flayon sighs, resting his head on your shoulder and stretching out like a cat. His slightly damp red hair brushes against your cheek as he wiggles against you, and you dig your nails into the arm rests to keep yourself calm, chewing furiously on your lip.

"You feeling okay? Didn't get sick from the jump or anything, did you?" Flayon murmurs, turning his head and brushing his lips against your ear. After an agonizing few seconds of trying to keep your eyes forward, you finally break and look down at his body, noticing a sizable bulge at his crotch straining the fabric of his bodysuit. 

"Sorry, for uh, um... I guess..." you stammer, looking away as your cheeks turn red.

"What do you mean? Oh, this?" he laughs, placing his hand on yours and guiding it slowly down his stomach, "I just get a bit too excited when I pilot sometimes..."

Your fingers tremble as they inch lower, creeping past his belly button until the tips of your fingers brush against the clear outline of his cock through his suit. As you build the nerve to touch him further, Flayon's hips begin to grind in slow circles, occasionally pressing up against your palm. Burying your face in the crook of his neck, you close your eyes and take a deep breath, hearing him sigh as you finally rub his length, feeling him twitch against your hand.

"Are you nervous? Or excited?" Flayon asks, gently dragging the tips of his fingers up over the top of your hand and sending shivers up your arm.

"Both, I guess..." you reply, unsure what exactly to do, "I've never, um..."

You continue to rub his shaft through the suit nervously as he whispers quiet encouragement in your ear, your motions gradually growing more confident until his voice begins to crack and words turn into soft moans. After a few more minutes of feeling him up, you notice your own breath starting to turn ragged and press your lips against his bare neck just above his collar. Cupping him firmly, you let him grind against your hand and wrap your free arm around his midsection, sighing as he turns around in your embrace and bites your earlobe softly.

"Just relax, you're doing great," he whispers, running a hand up the back of your neck and tangling his fingers in your hair. Electricity shoots up your spine as his lips brush against yours, and your breath catches in your throat, making your heart pound even faster. Closing your eyes, you feel him kiss you gently, returning his embrace awkwardly as your entire body trembles. His soft lips press more insistently against yours as you writhe in the cushioned seat, and you gasp as his tongue pushes into your mouth. 

"How are you feeling?" Flayon asks, breaking free for a moment and resting his hand on your cheek.

"G-good, I guess..." you whisper, panting heavily.

"Do you want to feel better?..."

Before you can give an answer, Flayon's hands drop to your waist and begin undoing your pants, tugging them down to your ankles and revealing your own erection. You try to find the words to stop him, but all that escapes your lips is a soft groan as he kneels before you, his tongue dragging along the underside of your shaft. Gripping the sides of the chair desperately, you try to steady your breathing, with no luck. Flayon's tongue swirling around the head of your cock keeps your breath ragged, and you can't help but moan out loud when his lips close around your shaft.

"I-I can't!..." you gasp, turning your head away and biting your lip. Wet warmth envelops your cock as Flayon pushes his mouth down further, and you let out a soft whimper as he begins to bob his head slowly, his hands resting on your thighs. Your apprehension and arousal fight inside you while Flayon continues to take you deeper, and arousal gradually begins to win out, sounds of his quiet sucking filling the cabin. With your cock still in his mouth, the mech pilot hikes your legs up over his shoulders as he spills a mixture of his saliva and your pre from his lips. The river of liquid travels down your length, over your twitching balls and finally onto your defenseless hole, where Flayon begins to rub it in. 

"Please... Ah..." you groan, too overwhelmed to form a sentence. Flayon's fingers slowly rubbing in circles over your backdoor has you tensing up out of reflex, but your body either grows accustomed to the sensation or tires out, your hole eventually remaining relaxed as he touches you. All the while, his mouth never stops moving along your length, his tongue dragging beneath the head and coaxing out more slippery pre. 

With his lips just below the head of your cock, Flayon begins to apply pressure to your hole with one finger, smiling to himself as you twitch in his mouth. His digit, covered in slick fluid, slips past your ring slowly and curves upwards once he bottoms out, pressing against something inside you and making you bear down on him. 

"What are you do- What... Oh..." you stammer under your breath, panting heavily.

"What, this?" Flayon giggles, applying more pressure with his finger and sending your body into miniature convulsions, "This is how to make boys feel good. A cute little button that'll make you squirt everywhere."

"It feels... strange..."

Pins and needles shoot throughout your groin each time Flayon curves his finger, strange, mildly uncomfortable, but somehow addicting. You want to tell him to stop but something prevents you from saying the words, leaving you to sit and endure it. 

"Look, you're dripping already!" Flayon exclaims, bringing his free hand up to your cock, gently tapping the slit with his finger tip and pulling away a string of clear fluid. Looking up into your eyes, he licks his finger clean before diving back onto your shaft and pulling more straight from the source. The combination of his tongue, his lips, and his finger sends you over the edge almost immediately, and your eyes roll back in your head as you end up squirting just as he wanted. Clenching tightly around his finger, you groan quietly as you fill Flayon's mouth with seed, your cock jumping against his tongue with every spurt. Closing his eyes, Flayon swallows every drop of cum as it releases, working his finger in and out of your hole to make sure you let it all out. 

After a few more gulps, Flayon lets you fall from his lips as he slips his finger free of your winking hole, grinning down at you.

"That felt great, didn't it?" he asks, probably rhetorically, since you can barely form words as you're left collapsed in the chair, "You're gonna love what's next!"

Still lost in your post orgasm bliss, you barely notice as Flayon slips out of his bodysuit until it pulls free of his waist, and you watch his own cock flop free. Maybe it was due to some kind of compression material, or just a trick of the light earlier, but it looks much bigger now than it did inside his suit. Though it's only slightly longer than yours (you think), it's much thicker and curved slightly upwards, and you realize now where the term "bellend" came from. The head of his cock swells larger still than his shaft, and you wonder how he hides such a beast inside his suit.

"Well? What do you think?" Flayon laughs, twirling in front of you.

"B-big..." you manage to croak, eyes glued to his waist.

"It is, isn't it! It's my pilot stick! See, with the suit tail, I make the R-TRUS do what I want!" he giggles, sitting on your lap and pressing his cock against yours, "And with this, I'll make you do what I want! Mainly, cum."

Staring down at his shaft, your mouth starts to water involuntarily and Flayon takes notice when a bit of drool escapes your lips.

"Say please..." he whispers, stroking both your cocks together and blowing softly in your ear.

"Please, may I..." you beg, swallowing nervously. You can't take your eyes off it for a second as it rests against your own erection, dwarfing it completely.

"What a polite boy. Let's get you into position, yeah?"

With your eyes locked onto Flayon's shaft, you mindlessly let him move you from the seat onto the floor, sitting on your knees as he takes your place in the pilot's chair. Half a minute goes by silently as you're mesmerized by cock before Flayon pulls you by the chin with two fingers and presses his length to your lips. As soon as his warm skin makes contact, you immediately extend your tongue and lick upwards, mimicking his own motions. Without a thought in your head, you begin exploring every inch of his shaft with your tongue, covering it with saliva before closing your lips over the head. 

The taste of sweat and salt coats your tongue as you push your mouth over Flayon's cock, your lips conforming to each curve. You've never given head before, but you do your best anyway, sucking gently as you bob back and forth. Letting your tongue run along the underside, you slide his cock deeper until it hits the back of your throat, forcing you to gag slightly. Pulling off a bit to recover, your eyes widen as Flayon's hand pushes on your head, driving you back down and causing you to sputter around his length.

"Good boy, just relax..." he hisses, more forceful than before. You feel your cheeks warm up as you blush, but you obey his command as best you can, calming yourself and relaxing your throat. Closing your eyes, you let him guide your mouth until he presses once more against the back of your throat, and this time instead of gagging around it, you feel it gradually slip down. Flayon's hand on your head pushes you further, sinking inch after inch of cock into your throat until your lips are pressed firmly against his pelvis, and stars begin to form in front of your eyes. You try to hold yourself in place as long as possible, but the edges of your vision start to fade from the lack of oxygen and you pull off with a gasp, coughing and spitting up onto the floor. 

"Wow, you're a natural!" Flayon praises you, watching as you catch your breath, "But you want more, don't you?"

Nodding obediently, you take a deep breath and exhale slowly before returning to Flayon's cock, wrapping one hand around the base and stroking slowly as you take him back into your mouth. Your mind remains blank as you kneel between his legs and suck quietly, reacting instinctively whenever he moans or shivers and unconsciously returning to those areas. His legs begin to shudder as your lips drag over the head, and you begin to focus your attention there, stroking him faster at the base. Sucking harder, you feel his cock twitch against your lips, and you're rewarded with a sudden jet of warm cum against the roof of your mouth.

Pulling away in surprise, the next few spurts land on your face and in your hair, the warm liquid covering your skin as it drips down your cheek. As you watch the rest of his seed ooze slowly from his cock, you swallow the thick load in your mouth and set about cleaning him off, lapping up the salty cream from his shaft and sucking the tip to draw out every last bit.

"You look so cute right now..." Flayon murmurs, staring down at you intensely. You try to thank him for the compliment, but all that comes out is a soft burp.

Reaching into a shelf beside the chair, Flayon pulls out a small bottle and pours the contents over his still erect cock, tossing it away once it's empty.

"What's this?" you ask, catching it as it rolls in front of you, turning it over in your hands and reading the label.

"Just some... lubricant. For when the joints get stuck, or I need to fit something into a tight space..." he replies, stroking the liquid into his skin, "Why don't you come take a seat?"

Your heart pounds in your chest as you slowly get up from your knees on shaky legs, fully aware of what comes next. Placing one leg on either side of Flayon's waist, you carefully place yourself over the pilot's lap, his stiff length pressed firmly between your cheeks as you sit back. You can feel the warm blood pumping through his cock as it pulses against your backside, and you realize it's far too late to back out now. 

Resting your head on Flayon's shoulder, you bite your lip as he runs his hands down your sides, over your hips and onto your cheeks, pulling them apart and letting his cock slip between them. His waist rocks slowly as he rubs his length carefully against your hole, sending shivers up your spine and forcing soft moans from your lips. After a few minutes of hotdogging, you manage to calm yourself just a bit, but your breath stops short when you feel the head of his cock prodding at your ring. 

"Relax, just like before..." Flayon whispers, bringing your hips up and setting you down against his length. You try to listen to his words, but you remain frozen in place, clenched tight from head to toe with his cock pressed firmly against your hole. Wrapping one hand around your flagging erection, Flayon strokes you back to life and gradually loosens you, driving his hips up to take advantage of your relaxed state. The head of his cock manages to break some ground, not enough to penetrate you fully, but enough to begin stretching you out and force the breath from your lungs.

Gripping Flayon's shoulders, you try to keep yourself up but you eventually start to tire, and inevitably sink further onto his slippery shaft. Your hole feels like its on fire as he stretches you open, but when you look down at his face, all you see is pure bliss. Pinching his forefinger and thumb tight over the head of your own cock, Flayon strokes you slowly and continues to pull your hips down until his tip finally pops through and you bear down on him once more. 

"There it is, can you feel me?" Flayon sighs happily, rubbing the head of your cock with his thumb. Overwhelmed from the mixture of pain and pleasure, you fall against Flayon and clutch desperately at him as you try to adjust to the intrusion. Unable to stop him now that the swollen head's broken through, you feel your hips drop further on his lap until you're seated properly, and he's completely inside you. The burning pain gradually subsides, and the same strange tingle returns, keeping you weakened. You try to build up the strength to pull yourself off, but as soon as you get halfway up, Flayon's hands on your waist pull you back down. 

"Look at you, taking the initiative! Looks like you're really enjoying your new seat..."

Sitting back in his chair, Flayon bucks his hips up roughly, sending you up on his shaft and letting you fall back down with a slap. He repeats this motion a few times, bouncing you on his lap, and soon your entire lower body feels like jelly as you ride him. A strange itch travels its way up your cock as it jumps over Flayon's waist, and you look down to see clear pre drooling from the tip onto his stomach. 

S-s-sorry!" you pant, moving your hips of your own volition now, but Flayon just smirks and drives his hips up harder. One particularly violent thrust sends you falling onto him, but before you can right yourself, he pulls you into a kiss as his waist continues to slap against your backside. The heat of the cabin has both of you gasping, but the thought of stopping never once crosses your mind as you wrap your arms around Flayon's neck, kissing him deeply and biting his lower lip. The tingle in your groin grows as you embrace, and you moan into his mouth as his cock hammers your prostate repeatedly, painting his torso white with your seed. 

"Good boy!" Flayon whispers against your lips, his hips still slapping up against you. Groaning in response, you shudder as he fucks another load out of you, adding a second coat of white to his stomach, then a third. Clenching around his cock only seems to spur him on, but there's nothing you can do about it since it happens involuntarily each time he makes you cum. Eventually, your tank runs dry, though that doesn't stop Flayon from pounding you out. Focused on his own release, he hooks his arms under your knees and flips you, leaning over you as you sit back with your legs over his shoulders.

The new position gives Flayon a second wind, not that he ever lost the first, and he really begins to slam into you, the cockpit filling with the sound of skin on skin, mixed with unabashed moaning. You can feel his cock swelling even more as his thrusts become erratic, and all of a sudden wet heat begins to pour into your bowels. Burying himself to the hilt, Flayon lets out a low moan as he fills you with his own seed, giving short thrusts to ensure every drop finds its new home inside you. The two of you lie together for a moment, a tangled mess of limbs and dripping cum, until you finally feel him begin to soften and slip free of your hole. 

"I hope you're properly satisfied by your rescue service today..." Flayon murmurs, slowly letting your legs down and kissing your neck, "Be sure to keep me in mind the next time you're in a life threatening situation."

"Does it have to be life threatening?" you ask, holding him close and running your fingers through his messy hair.

"Hmm... We'll see," he giggles, "Maybe I'll make an exception."