Afterwar, tenements 1
An example of bioroid flexibility in job reassignment. Not for children.
The naming conventions Lifehax used for their bioroid models was somewhat misleading, as Robinson was learning. They were created not to describe what the model could do, but what the model was intended for. Many people never realized this tidbit, and made decision failures because of it. Take Robinson, for example. He was a male human with short, brown hair who stayed in good shape. He was athletic, and he watched what he ate so he wouldn't be fat. It was fair to say he spent more time in the gym than at the library. When the world ended, he began stealing from other people to make ends meet.
He was trying to break down the door to an apartment with a woman and child inside when he heard a growl from the left. Thinking it to be a wild animal, he turned and looked for it, ready to run. What he saw instead was a male pleasure model bioroid.
Male pleasure models had a variety of appearances, but all of them were large, muscular, and looked like an animal. This one was no exception: It was six and a half feet tall, had well defined muscles, and resembled a tiger. Even so, Robinson was not afraid- after all, it was a pleasure model, and he thought that meant its muscles were fake. Besides, why would they make a pleasure model that was capable of violence?
He learned that some of his data might be wrong when the pleasure model charged him. The bioroid was very fast. Robinson turned down the hall and fled, throwing shelves and every other obstacle he could in the bioroid's way. Again, his lack of knowledge was his undoing- he thought the muscles on their bodies were organic plastic, and couldn't lift much. The truth was that traditional muscle was much cheaper to engineer, so lifehax just made really strong pleasure models. For every second he spent dragging down a shelf, the pleasure model spent a quarter second swatting it to the side.
Robinson knew that his best hope to not get eaten was to find a secure area and wait for the pleasure model to leave. He turned into an open room, slammed the door shut, and locked it. The bioroid slammed into the door, sending a crack down the doorframe and making dust rain down from the ceiling. Robinson pulled a heavy bookshelf down, blocking the door off. Then he grabbed a couch from the left side of the door and pulled it in the way, and then another piece of furniture to boot. It wasn't long before all the furniture around him was in front of the door, and still the giant pleasure model was being very unpleasant.
He decided to climb out the window, but when he turned around, he could see only blackness- and eight green orbs. Lifehax knew that if their products could see in the dark, they would be able to do their jobs better. The eight orbs were the eyes of four more male pleasure models, all built just like their friend outside.
He grabbed a piece of furniture to move it away from the door, but it was too late. One pleasure model reached forward and pulled him into the darkness. He swung out at them, but they held him down on the floor. He gulped- he knew that in a few short minutes, they would eat him.
Had he done any research on them at all, he would know they couldn't eat raw meat. While it was true they were not restricted to pleasure functions, those were the functions they greatly enjoyed.
The first indication he had that his assumptions were wrong was when they ripped his clothes off. He thought for a moment that they were just making him easier to eat. Then one of them spread his legs apart and shoved his dick into Robinson's ass.
Robinson screamed out- it was large, had many things sticking out of it, and had no lubrication. The pleasure models could see in the dark, though, and one well aimed thrust later, another bioroid had his dick shoved down Robinson's throat. Robinson wanted to bite, but his mouth was so far open that his jaw muscles couldn't pull down. The pleasure models began shoving forward, alternating their rhythm to make him bounce back and forth between them.
The bioroids were made to please women and men who preferred a male in bed. As such, they had more stamina than most people and were equipped with textured penises. Robinson heard of it before, but never imagined he would personally experience them. Every time the one in his ass shoved forward, it smashed into his prostate, making him feel warmer and warmer. Thanks to the tiger dick in his throat cutting off his air, he had trouble breathing and focusing on fighting it off. Thanks to the darkness of the room, he wasn't even sure he was consistently conscious.
The first event was sudden- his penis erupted like a geyser, forced to climax from a kind of stimulation he never felt before. He spasmed over and over, his butt cheeks squeezing down on the bioroid's dick. His semen landed on his stomach and neck in great gobs. It would have landed on his face, but his head was angled to take in the other bioroid's member. Neither of them were done yet, though- they were designed for people with much more stamina in mind, and were just getting started.
Twenty minutes later, Robinson felt like he was about to die. He came three more times, each time weaker than the last. Each time, his semen landed on his body, and nobody bothered to wipe it up or stop using his body. They were slamming into him, barreling toward release.
They came at the same time. One squirted straight into his ass, filling his bowels with hot tiger seed. He tried to cry out, but could not scream around the dick. The other blasted scorching hot semen down his throat, forcing him to swallow the white payload. Gulp after gulp, hump after hump, he drained the two tigers of their essence. Finally, after thirty seconds of cumming into him, they collapsed to the side.
He breathed the first breath of fresh air he had in too long. His jaw hurt. His ass hurt. But at least they were done. Trembling, he stood up and made for the door. From behind, one of the other bioroids threw him backwards. He landed with his gut on a bench. He tried to get up, but two strong hands grabbed his head and pulled forward, keeping him bent over. The one behind him grabbed his hands and pulled back, spearing him on his dick. Robinson was grateful that it at least had lubricant from the other two. Then the one in front shoved his dick down Robinson's throat, and the fucking began anew.
A day later...
The night and day had been long ones- as two of them were fucking him, the other two recovered. When the two fucking him finally finished, the other two were ready to go again. Finally, all four of the cats were asleep, curled up and purring in the dark room. Now was his chance to escape.
Robinson half crawled, half walked, pulling the furniture out of the way of the door. He was leaking semen from every orifice- his nostrils, his ears, even his tear ducts. He slipped more than once on the puddle he made, but finally, he pulled the last bit of furniture out of the way. He opened the door, ready to leave forever.
The color drained from his face when he saw the first bioroid, the one that chased him into the room, standing against the wall. He had a grin plastered on his face and a hardon bigger than any of the other four.
“So,” he asked, “How do you want to take this?”
Robinson fell to his knees, exhausted. He just had to do it one more time, and then he could leave.
The bioroid grabbed his head and pulled forward, shoving his meat down his throat. Robinson learned the previous night how to suppress his gag reflex, letting the bioroid slide his dick down until his balls rubbed against Robinson's chin. Robinson couldn't even smell the tiger's crotch now, so used was he to the smell. The bioroid pulled Robinson's head back and forth, letting the man's throat squeeze and swallow around the head. Finally, after another agonizing twenty minutes, the bioroid started cumming.
He shoved forward, filling Robinson's throat up completely. His dick surged, and semen shot down to his stomach, landing on a resevoir of cum. Each blast added to the load, making the normally cut brunette's new pot belly stretch out just a little more. When the last drop had been sucked dry from his dick, the bioroid shoved Robinson down onto the floor. Robinson stood up, shakily, then stumbled down the hallway dripping cum and naked.
It wouldn't be the last time he was here. If he paid attention to the news, he would have known- people were suing lifehax when the war started because of the additives they engineered. In order to keep their product in demand, they made its cum mildly addictive. With so much in his system, though, it was only a matter of time until the shakes and thirst drove him back, begging for more.
They gave it to him every time.