ApolloBiotech

“Why the fuck won’t you let me cum? You already edged me twice earlier today,” I groused, pulling at my restrained limbs.

"For my entertainment,” you responded plainly. “But you’re right, I do want to move this along and introduce to you what else the ‘Cicada’ can do.”

"Is this safe?" I asked.

"These drones are already on the market. I’m offering you familiarity with the upgrades' functions for your own benefit. It's not the drones that we're testing. We’re testing you. As for safety, ApolloBiotech, Stealth, on principle, does not dictate to clients how to use their own purchases. The instruction manual is in the app and they can submit a ZenDesk ticket if they have any questions,” you answered. The autonomous assistants started up again, my cock head being teased, my pits and adonis belt being licked, and my nipples being tormented. 

“APOLLO, ‘Cicada’ drone stim level 2,” you stated to the AI assistant. A very pleasant vibration emanating from my cockroot was added to the erotic equation, as the drone started buzzing in my groin. 

*Oooohhhmmn*

It felt like thousands of ants marching up my cock. 

“APOLLO, set 60 minute timer.” You left me in the lab alone to marinate. It was three or four cycles before you returned, I couldn’t tell for sure with the blood from my brain being pumped into my cock.

You counted down,

“Five”

“Four” 

“Three” 

“Two” 

“APOLLO, ‘Cicada’ drone stim level 4,” you told the AI assistant while you swiped on your phone.

All mechanical limbs shut off, with the exception of the ones sucked on to my areolas. The feathers switched to an eratic pattern while the drone in my nutsack began masturbating me from the inside. My muscles contracted. 

*Nnnnggghh*

I saw stars when I finally got to shoot, without my cock length ever being touched. The load sprayed all over my strong abs, squared pecs, stubbled face and salt and pepper hair, and all over your lab floor. You activated the mechanical limbs again, at my pits, my adonis belt and my glans. I got rock hard for you even though I had just cum.

“Again, for your benefit, I’m going to familiarize you to the second drone,” you told me. I was too exhausted to respond.

“APOLLO, ‘Cicada’ drone stim level 1, ‘JellyTick’ drone stim level 2,” you instructed the AI assistant.

The pleasant feeling in my nut sack mildly returned. A new sensation emerged from a place unknown to me previously. My prostate was being sucked like a lollipop by the second drone and little tendrils were assisting in the molestation. I’ve never been fucked in the ass before. I’m not gay. But I now understood why my boss Doug, and his husband Douglas, were so obsessed with riding my dick. 

“APOLLO, set 60 minute timer,” you left again, leaving my world to be rocked again by this brand new sensation. 

*Oooohhhmmn*

Despite having just cum, my body worked itself eager to shoot again, however you had set the ‘Cicada’ to chastity before leaving. The ‘Cicada’ clamped my spermatic chords three or four times before you returned, I couldn’t tell for sure.

You counted down,

“Five”

“Four” 

“Three” 

“Two” 

“APOLLO, ‘JellyTick’ drone stim level 4,” you told the AI assistant.

All mechanical limbs shut off, with the exception of the ones sucked on to my areolas. The feathers switched to an eratic pattern again while the drone in my asshole was jackhammering my prostate like a video gamer mashing buttons on a game controller. My entire body flexed. 

*Nnnnggghh*

I got lightheaded when I finally got to shoot again. The load sprayed a second layer all over my jacked physique and your lab floor. Despite already cumming an hour earlier, the orgasm was more intense and the load was a larger than the first time, likely due to my prostate being fucked for the first time ever. 

The autonomous lab assistant’s mechanical limbs lifted me off the medical chair. Hung by my arms and my legs spread, my body was available to you in a familiar eagle spread. You added oil to my cum-drenched torso and rubbed the mixture covering my jacked physique, paying extra attention to my wide flared back, which you mentioned this morning was one of you favorite parts about my buff body. You steered the other mechanical limbs to their erotic positions, at my serratus, my adonis belt and my areolas. The mechanical limbs renewed their purpose, teasing my erogenous zones and tormenting my nipples. Both drones were set to level 2 stimulation.

You told me I earned a satisfying orgasm while your hands moved from massaging the knots in my traps and lats to gripping my still-hard cock. I had no clue if I was in a refractory period, but my dick, still engorged with blood, welcomed the reward. For the first time in a several hours, the length of my penis received satisfying attention by an actual human. This was a sensation that I was missing. I understood why your project was for a living person because despite the erotic machinery, the organic warmth of your human hands and your human decision on where to apply speed and pressure, was in incomparable to all the lab gear.

*Nnnnggghh*

In just a few minutes after my second orgasm, I shot a third load. Despite the actual load being weaker, this may have been the best orgasm of the three. I collapsed as much as the mechanical limbs, holding me up, allowed. You freed me from the restraints allowing me to rub circulation back into my arms and legs. 

“Don’t mind the cum. The robot vacuum will suck it up and save it for Dieter’s life-extension startup,” You brought me a few feet over to a mirror and guided me to my knees. Before I could react, you manacled my arms behind my back. My reflection in the mirror was a sight to see. Cum matted my salt and pepper hair, my buzzed-fur golden-tanned jock body glistened with a cum and oil mixture, my garnet-mahogany areolas enlarged and puffy nipples pulled away from body, my cock red raw. 

You sat behind me and pulled my larger body into your smaller one. You grabbed each of my nipples with each of your hands, pinching and pulling with your thumb and index fingers. I moaned in pleasure and saw my cock respond accordingly. I was impressed that you succeeded in what you set out to do. Your hands moved down my torso and grabbed my hard on. You started masterbating me again.

“It’s too sensitive,” I pleaded with you. My cock nerves going haywire. My body spasmed in your lap.

“It’s raw.”

“There’s no more.”

“Stop milking me.”

“You fucking freak, don’t touch my cock.” I shouted with mixed emotions seeing my kneeling jacked physique being molested by someone I considered a career role model, after being forced to cum three times, after being blackmailed into being a "living sex doll immersive experience."

“You were whingeing about being edged just earlier today and now you’re complaining when I do want to make you cum. Make it make sense,” you teased. You fit a red ball-gag with air hole around my head and continued your torment. I begged you to stop but all you heard was mumbling. After only a few minutes from my third orgasm, a few minutes from my second orgasm, and only an hour from my first orgasm, I shot my fourth weak and watery load.

You brought me out of the lab and I discovered we were still in your home at 12th and Folsom. I was too weak to make a move for my clothes and run away from this nightmare. You brought me to a nearby bedroom and enjoyed cleaning my jock body in the bathroom shower. You directed me to the bed manacled my arms and legs to the corners of the bed. Looking up at the ceiling, I saw there were autonomous lab assistants in this room too. You brought two assistants to suck on my nipples and a new assistant to my cock with an an artificial asshole at the end of the mechanical limb. You activated the drone in my rectum and the drone in my sack to stimulate at level 1. My cock grew hard enough to insert into the head of the mechanical limb. Though it looked like an asshole, it didn’t feel like an asshole I’ve ever fucked. Multiple ridges started pumping my well-used cock.

“Stop,” I begged. You replaced the ball gag.

“You ought to enjoy it if you’re able to cum anymore tonight. It will be the last time you do until you're presented to the Black Book Social Club,” you got into bed with me, nestling to my right side, wrapping your arms and legs across my jacked physique. You fell asleep while I whimpered.

Prior to today, my impression of you was that you were some woo-woo holistic wealthy shaman. I discovered that you were actually a mad genius, turning me into a kind of erotic Frankenstein’s monster. Not dissimilar to Elon Musk's ambition of billionaire-playing-scientist.