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Another dull evening in the shop without a job to do, some mission to fulfill, anything to break up the waiting. Grey, something of a hunter and a problem-solver, was ill at ease with nothing to do but wait for a contract. The wolf listened as the city thrummed around the small garage he called his headquarters: tires on the streets, fat raindrops hitting the corrugated roof, the odd gunshot, the ghostly trill of distant sirens. An ambiance he could have slept to had he not been so restless.

He eyed the storage racks against the wall. Two of them, both occupied. In the smaller of the two, an android of roughly human shape and size recharged. His eyes were closed, but Grey knew he'd come out of his sleep cycle on command. The android's name was Ed, because Grey couldn't bother himself to remember his serial number. The android, stoic by programming, didn't object to the moniker.

The machine in the other rack had no name, only a designation of BL-1, but that in itself was short for his product line: Black Lion. This machine stood eight feet high, body dressed in matte black leather, fur dark and unruly. His chest, a padded cavity where an operator could ride, was presently open and vacant. Unlike many machines similar to him, BL-1 was unmistakably male, with a noticeable penis under his jeans.

For a good, long while Grey studied BL-1's masculine features, his strong jaw which opened into another padded space, this being a space the operator could see from. He slipped out of his hammock, crossed the oil- and coolant-stained floor to the racks, and slid an appraising paw up the lion-machine's thigh. Dormant, BL-1 was warm but not as much as a living body would be. Grey was used to it, but he had heard stories of customers in robo-brothels repulsed by the chilly bodies of the merchandise. Grey preferred his lovers synthetic. Less problems, less emotional drama.

He cupped BL-1's considerable penis. It gave slightly more than a normal penis should, but beneath the rubber flesh was steel and cable. He fondled BL-1 for a few moments, gaining an erection as he did so. Without taking his eyes from the lion, he flatly said, "Ed, wake up."

At once, the android's eyes opened. Wordlessly he disconnected the pair of power leads plugged into his flanks and stood before Grey, his features passive. "What are your orders?"

Grey cast the humanoid android a glance. His paw was still on the lion-machine's penis. He stepped back and pointed at BL-1's open chest cavity. "Suit up."

"Understood," said the android, who already was climbing in, turning around, sliding his legs into the legs of BL-1. Once inside, the lion fit loosely like a badly-cut suit, but after a moment Ed interfaced with BL-1. The lion's eyes glowed softly, pale green like power indicators. From the bottom up, his chest's rows of panels closed like saloon doors over the android, and then the padded chambers of his interior inflated to hold the android snugly.

The wolf peered into BL-1's maw, and inside he saw Ed's impassive face. He cracked a smile. Stepped back. Unzipped his pants and slid them down. His penis stood plump, of modest size and pink shade. The leathery scent of BL-1's body thrilled him, and he stroked the lion's stern snout. "Black Lion," he said, lowly.

Where Ed had no personality of his own, Black Lion certainly did. He grinned and he nipped playfully on Grey's finger. Smugly, "What do you want?"

Grey cupped the machine's groin again. Now that the lion was active, his response to Grey's fondling was to lowly grumble, and to push against the wolf's fingers. He asked in a low voice thick with menace, "This what you activated me for? Got better things to do than get groped."

The antagonistic, at times villainous personality of the machine never failed to amuse Grey, but it was only flavor; Black Lion was programmed with a perception filter so that any orders received seemed to him like ideas of his own. Grey likened it to hypnotic suggestion, but with none of the messy moral dilemmas that came with flesh-and-blood partners. He didn't even think of his android inside the suit; the robotic lion overrode Ed's limited personality so that they became essentially one being. He said as the imposing lion stared him down, "It's Saturday night, there's no missions to do." Then, firmly: "I order you to blow me."

The lion sneered and knelt. He brushed his nose against Grey's penis and he growled, "Like I give a damn how bored you are. Let's see what we got going on down here, eh?" He took the wolf's meat past his cool, fuzzy lips and cold, menacing teeth. With the piloting android's abilities for fine control, Black Lion pursed his lips and suckled carefully, skillfully, and he slowly bobbed his enormous head.

A few times his snout bumped Grey's loins and the wolf huffed, stroked over his mane. Then Black Lion reached for Grey's paws, took them in one of his own burly, gloved hands and held them snugly. He made it clear that there would be no petting.

The wolf grinned. His precum spurted into the machine's maw; the android inside was stolid to the mess on his face. BL-1 worked Grey's cock with his cool tongue and his somewhat sticky lips. He slid his mouth off the wolf's cock and grumbled lowly, "You're here for my pleasure, don't forget that."

"Of course," Grey said, nodding. "You're in charge."

"Damn right I am," the lion said, and grinned. He favored Grey as if he were a particularly good minion, nuzzling the wolf's penis, licking it, catching its spurts of precum. The whole time he clutched Grey's paws inside his own, the grip firm and inescapable so long as Grey didn't order him to release.

"This here is why I keep you around," Black Lion said grimly. He mouthed the wolf's cock again, suckling and tongue-lashing it all around the inside of his deep, cool maw. Synthetic drool ran down Grey's cock, and the lion loped out his tongue, slathered the wolf's balls. Like a real lion, his tongue was carpeted with countless tiny barbs and their pull as they dragged across Grey's scrotum made the wolf moan, shudder.

"Fuck, I'm definitely lucky to be your minion," Grey huffed. Black Lion rumbled agreement. Firmly Grey said, "Open your pants. Show me your cock, make it hard."

Again Black Lion freed Grey's penis. In the open air it pulsated, thick with blood, spurting its precum into the lion's mane. He said, chuckling, "You wanna see what a real cock looks like, wolf?" With his free paw he unzipped his jeans, opened his fly, fingers moving with computerized dexterity. His own cock sprung free, fat black rubber flexing with each throb. Precum drizzled copiously from it, more than a biological creature could ever produce, and Grey eyed it lustfully.

"There's just no comparing to you, huh?" Grey asked slyly.

"Not a chance," Black Lion tutted. "Consider yourself lucky to even know me, wolf."

As the machine went back to his fellatio, Grey commanded, "Suck harder. I'm getting close now."

Black Lion peered up at him, still with that wicked sneer on his face. He firmly worked the wolf, suckling and twisting his head somewhat, letting his cool lips and slippery, rough tongue drag and rub on Grey. Pleasantly he rumbled and in his free paw, he stroked his own cock slowly, idly; he did it for Grey so that the wolf could see how incomparably fat and perfect it was.

Grey struggled against Black Lion's grip, but the lion-machine held him fast. It was a thrill to be in his clutches, to have the power taken away just for a while. He was panting, shuddering, soon to pop. Machines were simply better, he believed - better fighters and better lovers. He said with a soft whine in his tone, "Oh, fuck, I'm close..."

Rather than spit out Grey's penis to gloat, the lion went rougher, faster. He bobbed and he twisted as he suckled, letting the many textures of his maw work for him. He growled lustfully about Grey's cock to let his minion know just how massive, how powerful he was; and Grey played his part, whining softly for Black Lion, mollifying his villainous tendencies.

With a groan Grey came, shooting into Black Lion's maw and spattering the unyielding visage of the android inside. Detecting the cum by way of its chemical composition, Black Lion worked the wolf's penis harder for several seconds more, bearing down with his suckles and slurps until he felt the wolf had no more to give. Even then he kept going a few moments longer, kept going until the orgasm faded and the flesh became painfully tender. Grey gasped, "Enough, enough!"

But this cry was not sharp enough to be a command; Black Lion chuckled at Grey's plaintive cry. Only after several more seconds did he spit out the wolf's cock. He released Grey's paws and said darkly, "I stop when I'm ready to stop, you got that?"

Grey was blushing but grinning. He was shaky in his afterglow. Black Lion's dominance, merely a product of computer instructions as it was, never failed to excite him. He nodded. "Yes... I know. You're the boss, boss."

"Don't you forget it," Black Lion scoffed.

Softly: "Never, sir." Then firmly: "Lick me clean, Black Lion."

As he leaned close to Grey again, the lion snarled, "C'mere, look what a fucking mess you are." He grumbled and he started to lap at the wolf's groin, slurping his penis as it fell flaccid, licking off spent semen and preening fur mussed by drool. After a moment he leaned back and appraised his work. He said, "There, that's better. Try keeping yourself clean if you're going to serve under me."

"I will," Grey said. And then one final, firm order: "Now I want a kiss."

Black Lion stood. Still his cock was out, stiff black rubber leaking and throbbing. Grey thought of what he could do for his machine; he did enjoy the facsimile of pleasure Black Lion showed. So much snarling and dominance as he came, shooting volumes of synthetic cum no organic creature could possibly match.

The lion pulled Grey near and met his lips in a fierce kiss. His tongue swabbed through Grey's maw and Grey kissed back, huffing and pawing his way through Black Lion's mane. As the kiss thinned out he stuck his head past the lion's jaws, and Black Lion entered a state that was something of a trance in which he would not work his jaws for risk of harming his master. Grey smooched the impassive face of Ed several times, and he chuckled, "Good work, both of you. Very good work."