Not a rag doll

NOT A RAG DOLL

by Mighty Mouth

              The year is 2115. I have just celebrated my 18th birthday. I realized in early adolescence that I am gay. My name is Alastair. I don’t like it, but I’m stuck with it. Anyway people call me Al. My family is completely accepting. Things have come a long way since the gay rights movement began at the middle of the 20th century. For many years in most of the world there has been no stigma in being gay. In fact, gay history is taught in the upper grammar school grades. Of course a few people in advanced countries remain prejudiced, and there are still some countries where being gay is punishable, but this is changing rapidly.

            My dad is a specialist in AI (artificial intelligence) and has contributed much to advance this area. Tremendous progress has been made since the middle of the 20th century.  His main focus involves developing human-like robots to help with routine chores that  were formerly done by people. His friend and colleague owns a robot-making factory called R. U. R. II. The robots he turns out are almost humanoid. They look just like human beings, including a flesh-like covering, human face, and are very mobile, because they use re-chargeable batteries. They can be programmed to do specialized tasks, and  designed to the client’s specification, including male or female, height, build, etc.

            A month before my birthday my dad asked what I wanted for a present. I told him that I wanted a male companion robot. He thought that a great idea, and made an appointment for me with his friend. I was very specific about my needs. I wanted a handsome 18 year old, about 5' 11," with good musculature, but not muscle-bound. He had to have a big penis, although it wouldn’t be functional, and he could be able to suck cock. I asked for his lips to be luscious, but larger than normal, because I believe that larger lips provide a better blow job. When I would ejaculate in his mouth with his suction , my semen would go into a tube which be needed to be removed from his back and cleaned.

            Mr. Rossum, the robot manufacturer, said, “You are a good-looking guy, I’ll model him after you. Let me take your photo so I can have your physiognomy handy when I get to work.”

            The day before my birthday, Mr. Rossum phoned me to say that  my toy was ready. When I saw it, I had the same reaction as Frankenfurter when his creation, Rocky, was unveiled. I was thrilled. It was exactly what I wanted. And God, he looked like me! I had never thought what it might be like to suck my own dick, but this would be close. My dad had prepaid for it. I’m sure he spent a fortune for my present. Not every boy in my neighborhood could enjoy such a luxury.

He was light-weight, so I just picked him up, threw him over my shoulder, put him in my driver-less car, and returned home, happy as a lark. I could hardly wait to test it.

            My parents were away for several days, so as soon as I got home I plugged in my new toy. He also worked on a battery, so I could take him anywhere. He had a lense that functioned like eyes, understood voice commands, and commanded a big vocabulary. Mr.  Rossum told me that he didn’t have a name yet, and I could provide it. So I decided to call him  Marius. I sat him on a stool and flipped his on switch. His eyes blinked. I said, “Hello, your name is Marius.”

            “My name is Marius. Thank you master.”

            “Marius, you have been programmed to suck cock, and I want to try you out right now.”

          My dick was getting hard in anticipation. I haven’t had but 3 or 4 blow jobs, so I wanted to compare his technique.  I haven’t sucked dick yet. I squirted a lubricant into his mouth and said, “OK, suck my cock. Go all the way down, because I get my best sensation at the base, and I come faster that way.” I stood close to his face, and sure enough he leaned forward and swallowed my entire  dick. And my dick is pretty big.  I don’t know what velvety material Mr. Rossum had installed in Marius’s mouth and throat, but it felt fantastic. Much better than I imagined it would be. He didn’t need to come up for air, had no teeth, and didn’t have a gag reflex. I’ll bet Mr. Rossum had made him practice a lot on his cock, to correct any deficiencies.

            I shut my load very fast, pulled out my dick and said, “Marius, you can stop now. I just came.”

            “Yes Master.”

            Since it was Saturday and no one was in school, I decided to phone a few of my buddies from the neighborhood to meet my new acquisition. They were straight, but knew that I was gay. I never messed with any of them, although I suppose, they would have been a pushover. I’m still a bit timid in that respect, even though I would have liked to make it with a couple of them. I knew they all liked blow jobs, or so they said, but I suspect that most or all of them never had one. They all liked my idea, so I invited four of them to arrive at 4 p.m.

            I had a powerful liquid aphrodisiac ready for them to drink, and plenty of beer on hand. I personally don’t like beer. I prefer champagne, Irish whiskey, red wine, and cognac. They arrived separately. Hoffman rang the bell promptly at 4. Hoffman is a character. He refuses to tell people his first name because he is ashamed of it, so uses his last name. People call him Hoffie. He pretends to have all kinds of fantastic adventures, but all his friends know it’s just a put-on. His tales are comic. The other three, Tobor, Joe, and Jack, were all there by 4:30. I had covered Marius with a blanket, because I wanted to keep them in suspense. Once everyone was there, having mixed the aphrodisiac with their beer, I revealed Marius, and they were in awe at how human he looked.

            I connected Marius and said, “Today you are going to suck four more dicks, Marius.”

            “As you command, Master”

            I asked, “Who wants to go first?”

            “Me,” answered Hoffie, with his usual swagger.

            I directed Hoffie, “Well, stand close to him, and when you are ready, I’ll tell Marius to give you a blow job. He only obeys my commands.”

            Hoffie took out his rapidly-expanding dick close to Darius’s mouth.

            “Suck this cock, Marius, I demanded”

            Marius leaned forward, took Hoffie’s dick in his mouth, and began his marvelous service.

            “Hell, this is fantastic,” Hoffie yelled.

            By this time the other three had their cocks out and had begun stroking.

            Hoffie came rapidly, and one by one the other three got their rocks off too. They all told me how lucky I was, and I invited them to stop by anytime they wished. When they left I cleaned out Marius’s mouth and throat tube. It was chock-full of rich boy semen.

            And so it went. I got a glorious blow job every day. After about two weeks, I had a brilliant idea. Why not rent out Marius? I could make some extra money to supplement my allowance. So I placed an ad on a gay web site: “Cock-sucking male robot for hire. Get sucked off, sit on his big dick, or he can fuck you. All comers welcome, $150 per session, plus cost of hotel room. Satisfaction guaranteed, or your money back.” To my surprise, I got lots of replies.

            I arranged for them to meet me at a flea-bag hotel in the old section of the city. I couldn’t have lots of strangers come to my house. Of course, most of the responses were from older guys, fats, and fems. But what did the robot care. Just doing his job. Age, race, dick size, ugly, they were all the same to my new money-maker. I scheduled two for my first day in business.

            When the my first customer arrived, I explained that I would have to give the commands, and to tell me what he wanted. He was an ugly, fat, and bald man, who just got a blow job and left. The second one was a handsome man about fifty, who said that he would like a blow job, and suck too. I explained that Marius couldn’t come. I noticed that he was looking at me very appreciably.

            “Hey, I wouldn’t mind sucking your dick. You’re a handsome kid.”

            “Well, that’s OK, but that will cost another $150.”

            “No problem,” he eagerly replied.

            I took out my cock, he got down on his knees and swallowed it, although it was mostly soft. But with his mouth, it hardened fast. I told him, “You suck dick as good as my robot. I’m gonna come soon.”

            “Be my guest,” he moaned.

            When I shot my wad, he said that he was ready for his robot blow job. He loved it.

            When he was finished, he said, “Hey, I’d like to do this again. I love your dick, and the blow job was great too.”

            “Anytime,” I replied. “Just give me some advance notice.”

            He paid and left, and I cleaned out Marius and headed home. On the way, I had a bright idea: “Boy, I could rent out Marius and myself too. I’ve found a gold mine.” So I posted a new ad offering Marius’s mouth and my dick, with a photo of me with a hard dick and Marius with his mouth open.

            My responses doubled overnight. I was raking in the dough and loving it. I began to buy nice clothes, and a pair of sneakers to die for. My father noticed, and asked me where all of that money was coming from.

            “Dad, I got a job tutoring math.”

            “Son, that’s great. You are very enterprising. Congratulations.”

            If he only knew...

[to my faithful readers. This story is full of subtle references to things involving robots. If you  want the sources, and explanations, let me know. email me: [email protected]]