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Night Shift

By Patrick D. Lambert

Commissioned by LeafGhost

Bonzo and something was the name of the brand making a special type of android. Sexbots weren't precisely a new thing. After the first brand appeared 3 years ago, more came out and decided to try their luck by appealing to a different type of audience. Jack had the misfortune to take a job as a guard in the only company manufacturing Sexbots for gay and furry audiences. Instead of synthetic tits and pussies, the caucasian man was surrounded by cocks and balls belonging to anthropomorphic animals. Life was cruel.

Despite being a relatively new company, the factory was big enough to look like a maze—Jack had been working there for two weeks and was still having trouble finding his way around. The layout wasn't that complicated, but the dim lights illuminating the dead-silent hallways and the spare parts lying around made it hard for Jack to concentrate on memorizing the path. Before he knew it, he was back at the assembly area, but on a different level.

“I should have listened to Dad when he said studying was a waste of time," Jack complained as he dragged his boots over the concrete floor, trying to find the way back to his booth. “My brother just bought a new car and I'm here watching over…" he paused to take a horse-shaped dildo from a box next to him. The silicon was soft and it made the toy wag hard after a vigorous shake, “a bunch of fucking dildos."

He threw the toy back into the box.

“What was I thinking?" He cried out loudly, staring at the lights above him.

As a cruel joke of destiny, the energy went out immediately, leaving him alone in the dark hallway. Grunting loudly, he took his sweet time to turn on his lantern.

“Fucking great. Where was the generator again?"

His boss warned him about a malfunction going on with the energy system, but Jack hoped it wouldn't affect him. He looked in his pockets for the instructions to restart it, hating to be in charge of said work.

The basement layout was a little more complicated than the rest of the factory, having a lot of windowless hallways and little to no signs to show the way. There was no other access besides the stairs and elevator in the assembly area, so Jack didn't patrol the basement frequently.

Oil stains spread over the white floor and walls. He passed next to tables and boxes filled to the brim with spare parts, going from hands, legs, heads, and more, all of them defective—some even still functioning. Staring at fingers and eyes moving around mindlessly creeped him out, and Jack didn't notice he was walking faster until he almost tripped with a box.

It was after he stopped that he finally laid eyes on the only android he had found outside so far. Resting against a wall in the middle of the hallway was a huge lion attired in leather clothes that resembled a biker. Jack froze in place and lifted the visor of his cap to get a better look at the robot. With a height easily above 8ft, the guard felt small even without being next to it. He knew the androids from the induction class and multiple images displayed over the factory, but that was his first experience finding one fully assembled.

Jack swallowed. He didn't want to walk next to it. But the generator was on that way, and that left him with no choices. Slowly dragging his boots over the concrete floor, Jack didn't dare to move his eyes and lantern away from the steel giant.

More details became visible as he got closer, like the quality of the leather used for its clothes, shining under the bright lantern. The leather jacket was thick and it barely held the lion's muscles, with only two big belts securing it around its broad hips. The huge pecs kept the top of it slightly open, revealing the fluffy brown fur of its chest. Most of the jacket was in pristine condition, except for a couple of oil stains at the sides.

The leather pants were of great quality too. Tightly fitted around its legs, Jack wondered if someone could walk wearing that—or carrying “that", as he couldn't ignore the fat bulge trapped under the leather. The pants disappeared under the two heavy-looking boots made of black leather, the type that could easily break someone's bones with a single kick. Aside from the notorious size, it wasn't any different from the safety boots worn by the workers. It also shone brighter than the jacket and had no stains like the rest of the outfit—in fact, it looked like someone polished them recently up to the point Jack saw his reflection on them.

His nose finally took a good whiff of the strong, almost intoxicating smell of leather and oil, and Jack realized how close he was to the android. Sheer instinct led him to point the lantern upwards and the guard shrieked when he saw the fierce face of the giant lion staring at him. The lantern fell from his hands and rolled away, leaving him alone in the dark with that thing for a moment, until it finally stopped with the stream of light pointing at both of them.

The lion remained still, resting against the wall with all of its circuits off. Jack held a hand against his chest to stop his heart from jumping out and tried in vain to slow down his breathing so he didn't get dizzy. For a brief instant, he caught a glimpse of a red light in those now black, soulless eyes, and a sinister smile in his huge maw. But the lion didn't move a single finger, not even when Jack jumped to pick up the lantern.

The guard pointed straight at his face, but he saw no light in those dead eyes. All he saw were two black spheres reflecting the light dimly but not looking at anything in particular. The confusion over what he thought he just saw somehow calmed his heart until he couldn't feel the hammering against his chest anymore. But a cold sweat continued running down his back as he questioned his sanity for a moment.

Carefully, and against all logic, Jack approached again. The lack of response from the android encouraged him to get close enough to listen for any internal mechanism, but all he heard were the defective parts around still working. The face looked almost real, with brown fur all over it and a black mane with a leather cap on top. As he got close again, convinced that he imagined what he saw, Jack couldn't ignore the size of that thing. He barely reached its pecs, and its huge hands, wearing a set of leather gloves, could easily hold his head entirely.

“What kind of freaks would find you attractive?" Jack sighed and moved on, leaving his fears behind.

As he advanced, Jack discovered the basement was not only for storage but testing too, judging by the signs outside some rooms. He wondered what kind of tests they had to run on the robots, and when his mind pictured a man being fucked by one, Jack immediately cringed. Jack couldn't see himself using one of those, even if it was a human female, no matter how realistic they were.

But his disgust didn't last for long when what sounded like steps came from behind. The guard turned on his heels immediately and pointed at the large corridor, finding it empty. The only thing he heard was the same defective parts he had been listening to since he walked down the stairs. With a heavy sigh, he continued, resisting the urge to look behind.

The sound continued. Arms stretching. Legs kicking. And the steady sound of someone walking. But whenever he turned around, the steps stopped and Jack saw nothing behind his back. Could it be that the boredom and solitude were already damaging his mind? Jack began to fear that as his cycle of walking and turning around continued, with the steps getting closer and closer, almost mimicking his own pace in an attempt to conceal its presence.

Jack noticed that after he started walking faster. He told himself he wasn't running, for that would be admitting someone or something was chasing him. But the loud steps made by two heavy boots were getting closer to him despite his attempts to lose it by turning left and right on the labyrinth the basement was. His legs went from trotting to running by sheer survival instinct, while his mind continued repeating there was nothing behind. He wasn't running away. Nothing was chasing him. But deep inside his racing heart Jack knew his life was in danger.

Jack only stopped when his legs couldn't take another step. The guard soon realized that he wasn't listening to the steps anymore, but he didn't recognize where he was either. He found it hard to believe the size of the basement, and in his fear, he didn't try to memorize the path taken.

The heartbeats hammering his eardrums concealed the steps of his pursuer, and Jack only noticed its presence when a strong set of arms picked him up from the ground. One hand was all the stranger needed to restrain Jack while the other kept the guard's mouth shut. The lantern fell from his hand and broke on impact, flashing a large shadow as it rolled behind the giant. He shook his head vigorously to get rid of the hand and the finger trying to make its way inside his mouth. His legs kicked with all his might, looking for the crotch. But his struggle only let him turn around, a decision he soon came to regret when he saw the red glow coming from two soulless eyes looking straight at him. His nose caught too late the scent of oil coming from the robotic lion, who suddenly spoke in a robotic voice.

“Commencing Diagnostic Mode… Searching personality module… One module has been found. Loading up… Error. 'BDSM Master' has not been tested. Proceed to Testing Room 5 to begin."

“Wait… testing room?"

The android walked forward, summing into darkness as they left the broken lantern behind. Against his will, Jack's mind quickly realized what the robot meant by that. With his mouth free, the guard screamed at the top of his lungs, begging for his voice to reach someone outside.

“Help! Please, help me! Turn off, goddammit!"

But no one came to his aid.

Moments later, the duo walked into a room. The door closed behind him, and the sexbot stood still for a moment. His sore throat forced Jack to stop screaming, and he looked at the lion's dead eyes, hoping it had run out of battery. But seconds later, a female voice, also robotic, came from a speaker somewhere in the room.

“Error. Power malfunction detected in Testing Room 5. Activating Emergency Generator."

A dim red light bathed the room, and the robot put Jack on the floor, holding him by the neck to stop him from running away. The guard took the chance to look around, hoping to find something he could use as a weapon. What he saw instead was a small bedroom with a dirty mattress over a rusty metal platform, and a sex swing made of chains and leather handles. On a large table were a set of dildos, collars, leashes, cock rings, and other toys that Jack had never seen before.

He then looked up at the expressionless lion. Its red eyes looked at nothing while its hand kept a strong but gentle grip around Jack's neck. He tried in vain to open its fingers, growing more desperate as his strength ran out.

“Prepare Test Subject," the lion said, dragging Jack with him as he approached the table from which he picked a spiked leather collar with a leash already on it.

In a quick move, the lion put the collar around Jack's neck and, before he had a chance to run away, tied the other end of the leash to its thick belt. He got more and more desperate as his trembling hands failed to remove the leash on his side.

The red glow on the lion's eyes disappeared when he announced: “Personality module 'BDSM Master' loaded. Begin test."

Immediately, its eyes closed and its facial features softened. The lion moved and opened its maw, revealing a set of white, sharp fangs. It continued by turning its head left and right, then raised both arms in a long stretch that included a loud yawn. Jack froze in place at how natural the movements looked when compared to the stiffness from moments ago.

When its eyes opened again, two realistic blue pupils stared at the young, scared guard, and the lion smirked after a quick study of his human body.

“Well, look at what I just found," it said, its voice deeper. It was no longer the voice of a robot, but of a male in his fifties that had smoked too many cigars. “Aren't you a cute one?"

Jack evaded its big hand, and the lion pulled the leash roughly in response, getting him close enough to choke him.

“No, no, no. I am in charge now. And when I say something, you obey. Is that clear?" The lion growled, leaning down enough for Jack to see a dim reflection of himself in its fangs.

The large fingers pressed against his trachea, and Jack was scared it could squeeze it at any moment. The earthy scent of leather invaded his nose again, intense from the full attire worn by the lion. Jack nodded energetically in response to its answer.

“Good. From now on I am your Master."

The lion rip off Jack's clothes as if they were made of paper, showing no care for the discomfort caused to the guard, who whined quietly as he was left naked in the lion's presence. The smell of leather filled the small room, making Jack dizzy at how strong it had become. It was like standing over the soil on a hot day in summer.

“Where's that cocky smile from before, huh?" the lion took a small leather whip from the table and inspected it carefully. “I thought you said you could handle me. But you're so scared your dick got even tinnier."

There was something in his voice that froze Jack's blood. The lion spoke with the confidence of someone who knew could do anything without facing consequences. It was hard to believe a robot could match that type of fidelity with its voice.

Jack grunted after the lion pulled the leash to get him closer again. His fat fingers took him by the chin, hurting the skin with its leather gloves.

“I bet what you really want is to get a good pounding from Daddy, huh? You want Daddy to shove this fat cock inside your hungry hole?" As it said that, it pushed Jack's face against its crotch. The guard felt the huge bulge throbbing, and a strong, intoxicating scent coming from it. “But you gotta earn your right to taste Daddy's cum, bitch. I'm gonna make you moan and squirm like the slut you truly are before giving you the pleasure to feel my cock inside of you."

There was a real threat in the lion's voice, and the whines Jack made only encouraged it to hold his head stronger. The guard had never tried anything BDSM related, but he had a general idea of said practice—which only reinforced his dislike of it. Of course, that wouldn't stop the robot from moving forward with the test, as its program probably thought Jack's response was part of the act.

“You wanna be Daddy's little slut, right?"

Jack nodded immediately. It was sheer survival instinct that moved his body, for every word the lion spoke reminded him how dangerous was not to comply.

“Say it."

That, of course, was not something the guard expected.

“Say it!" The lion roared almost immediately, giving Jack no time to doubt.

“I wanna be Daddy's little s-s-slut!" Jack cried in response. The last word left a bad taste in his mouth, and he already felt less of a man by just saying it.

“Yeah, that's right. You're gonna be my cocksleeve," the lion pushed its thumb inside Jack's mouth. The guard had no choice but to take it in, disgusted by the strong earthy taste of the rough leather. “It's written all over your face. You're nothing but a hungry cock sucker with a tiny, worthless dick."

The lion began to move its thumb around, drawing circles inside Jack's mouth as it tried to reach even deeper inside it. He didn't try to suck or lick it until the lion pressed his face with its remaining fingers, forcing Jack to move his tongue around. The robot nodded, a weak smile appeared on its face. Appeased by Jack's performance, it switched to the next finger.

Jack cringed at the disgusting taste left by the leather. His fear helped him resist the urge to retch caused by the flavor and how deep the robot pushed its fingers. With some tears on his eyes, Jack begged for all of that to be a nightmare as his tongue moved with more enthusiasm, feeling his masculinity disappears with each lick given to the robot's fat, cold fingers.

“Not bad, whore. But not good either. If you really wanna earn your right, you have to show what that tongue can really do," he said after pulling out its pinky. It then took a moment to inspect the slobbered fingers with no trace of dirt on them. “So far my fingers are the only thing any of your hungry holes are gonna take. And I'm being generous. Prove you can be a good slave and clean Daddy's boots. They got dirty too on the way here."

After coughing for a moment, unable to endure anymore the leather taste, Jack stared in confusion at the lion, whose order felt unrelated to what he just did. But when the naked guard tried to reach for a piece of his clothes, the robot roared furiously and pushed Jack to the ground.

“What are you, stupid?! Use your tongue, bitch!"

Disgusted by the command, it was the first time Jack felt a necessity to refuse. The boots were pristine, and he could still see his reflection on them, but the order had the intention of humiliating him and nothing else. He knew he had to obey in order to survive, but Jack wasn't ready to go that far for that.

His comfort, however, was not of the lion's interest, who put his right boot over Jack's head, pushing it to the ground.

“When I tell you to do something, I expect you to obey. I don't expect you to hesitate. I don't expect you to refuse. I expect you to obey. And I don't like to repeat an order."

His voice kept an aggressive tone without getting louder. Somehow it was worse than his roars. The boot over his head continued pressing down without hurting, but strong enough to remind him of his place.

“Yes! Yes! I'm sorry," Jack cried again, and the lion let him go.

He had no other choice. With tears already rolling down his cheeks, Jack went on his fours and leaned down to lick Master's left boot. The first thing his nose caught was the unfamiliar scent of the product used to clean them. When his tongue moved over the surface, a sour taste made him cringe, but Jack continued licking the smooth surface over and over again, knowing his Master would step over his head again if he dared to stop without his permission.

“Yes, you're doing great, slut. Imagine you're licking my cock. My tasty, meaty cock."

Forced to comply, Jack began to lick both boots faking passion over the task. He ignored the bad taste until his mind couldn't perceive it anymore. With no clue of the robot's functionality, Jack's only hope was to obey until the test ended.

Without saying more, the lion took Jack's leash and dragged him to the dirty bed. Jack had to crawl on his fours to follow him, then he climbed the bed at his Master's command. The position was already humiliating enough, but being watched by the robot as it walked around inspecting his naked body gave him a bad feeling.

“You did decent work, but I still have to punish you for doubting."

After that, the Master spanked him hard with the whip. Jack shrieked, but another spank stopped him from jumping off the bed.

“I'm gonna turn this misbehaved slut into a good, obedient slave. And you are gonna enjoy every second of it."

His words weren't loud enough to make it through the spanks and Jack's whines. The guard clenched to the mattress and endured the pain as much as he could; just like it did with its boot, the lashes were hard enough to hurt him without damaging the skin. It also spanked him at different parts of his butt, and even threatened to hit his balls by rubbing the whip close to them.

His punishment continued until the skin was completely red. By then, Jack had his face covered in tears. The robot took him by the neck to pull him up and look at him, delighted by the painful expression shown by the guard.

“Isn't this what you wanted, bitch?" It asked in a low tone.

“P-please… stop, it hurt…" Jack begged, too exhausted to even hold the lion's hand as it choked him.

The severe expression disappeared instantly, and the robot went back to his monotone voice. “Test Subject has mentioned it's in pain. A safe word is required to stop BDSM test mode."

“…safe word?" Jack muttered with a pinch of hope growing inside him. “Robot… Safety… ahm… protect? No, no, no… docile…"

But his hope began to die with each word spoken. Jack realized he had no way to know what safe word they chose for the robot. He continued throwing random words at the expressionless android. Each word dragged him back into desperation, a fear and despair that forced him to hit the robot's chest with all his might.

“No safe word detected. Resuming BDSM test mode."

“Wait, no!"

The lion shut him up with a slap. Jack looked back at him and found it staring at him with a severe expression back on his face.

“I think you need more training, slut."

The robot dragged him back to the table, from where it picked up a set of nipple clamps tied together by a small chain. Jack took a step back, but the lion held him by the neck as it closed the clamps over his nipples, forcing the guard to shriek in pain. The lion made no effort to hide the delight that was brought to it and even pulled the silver chain to get Jack to scream louder.

“Are you finally learning your place, slut?"

“Yes! Yes!"

“Yes… what?" The lion asked, pulling the chain harder.

“Yes, Master!"

“Very well. But you're still missing something," he sent Jack back to the ground and took a butt plug that ended in the shape of a short tail. “A dog like you still needs his tail."

Jack shrugged and stared in disbelief at how the lion smeared some lub over the plug, dripping large blobs of the odorless substance in front of him. Its large fingers moved slowly across the toy, teasing Jack with its size and girth. And when the guard resisted its attempts to put it inside, far from bothering him, his expression denoted true excitement.

In the end, all Jack did was shriek as the toy invaded his virginal hole. He gnashed his teeth so hard he was afraid they would break under the pressure, and his insides struggled to take the toy even with its regular size.

“Ha ha, look at you, squirming like a girl," the lion mocked him, knelt next to him with his hand still pushing the plug.

When it finally was in, the robot applauded Jack for his great effort, including a hard spank in his praise.

“Now wag it, dog. What that tail and walk."

Nothing mattered anymore. Jack knew the lion's savagery wouldn't stop. It was trapped by its program, convinced that its reactions were accurate to the situation.

When Jack didn't act immediately, the lion pushed him down and turned him upward.

“What are you waiting for, a belly rub?" It growled, then put its left paw over Jack's chest, pressing down. “You asked to be treated like a worthless slut and that's what I'm doing. Or is this too much for you to handle?" The lion put on more weight on Jack, who began to have trouble breathing. He tried in vain to push its paw away, fearing the robot would finally hurt him for good. The severity of its expression turned into disgust, and it continued pressing harder and harder. “Are you finally gonna break? Are you gonna admit I was too much for you to handle? Or you're gonna behave and be Daddy's little slut?"

Lightheaded from the short, quick breaths, Jack coughed a couple of times. The lion removed its boot briefly—but not enough to release Jack—and spoke again in the same robotic voice:

“Test Subject seems to be in pain. A safe word is required to stop BDSM test mode."

However, he didn't the safe word. Jack finally realized his only way out of that nightmare was not within his reach, as the robot would continue thinking his cries of pain were part of the scenario. He knew he was a slave of the machine, and his only choice was to obey it.

“No safe word was detected. Resuming BDSM test mode."

The lion blinked once, and his severe expression returned. Resigned to his fate, Jack swallowed and spoke before the robot had a chance to crush his chest again.

“I… I'll behave… I'll behave!"

Immediately, the lion moved its paw away, and Jack turned to his side to cough violently, trying to recover his breath.

“Good dog. Now wag it," he ordered without giving Jack time to recover.

With no other choice, and still sore from the boot, Jack went back to his fours and slowly wagged his tail for the robot's pleasure, who only replied with a loud laugh and another spank.

“Good, good! We're gonna have so much fun. And you are gonna enjoy every second of it. I'll make sure of it."

Jack offered a fake smile before the android pulled him up to continue.

From there it was a maddening torture. The lion slapped and spanked him multiple times, used clamps and fingers to squeeze his nipples, wrote denigrating slurs all over his body, mocked his penis and body, and so much more. Jack tried to endure the physical and mental torture as best as he could, but his fragile psyche eventually broke into pieces and the guard embraced the slutty personality forced upon him by the machine.

With each punishment, the pain started to turn into pleasure, and Jack replaced the screams with moans. He lost sense of time and began to act on his own, looking for ways to please the robot that he was now convinced was alive. Deprived of his dignity, Jack sweated out pieces of his personality, his name, memories, and even his sexuality, as he came closer to being the slave his Master wanted him so badly to be.

Minutes became hours, and the slave's body turned into a collection of bruises and written slurs. The robot's voice got softer, weaker. It's movements slowed down. The slaps and spanks turned into soft caresses that the slave mistook as proof of a job well done. Not even the tilted head or the blinking eyes made the slave suspect something was going on. The robot eventually stopped moving, and the slave thought his Master had fallen asleep—standing still and looking at him with soulless eyes. With no one else to gave him orders, he went to his knees and started to lick the boots in an attempt to please him. And he continued doing so until the morning shift started an hour later.

A Latino technician who went by the last name of Ortiz was running a diagnosis on Raymond, the new robotic lion for BDSM practices. He sighed heavily, a profound disappointment on his face became visible after the laptop gave him the results.

A black man with the name Robinson written on his blue overall walked in, cleaning his hands with a white cloth.

“Well, the ambulance just left. They said he's fine, but he's probably gonna need some therapy after that. Did you find out what happened?"

“Yeah. Some asshole left the Test Mode on without activating the Safe Word protocol. It was stuck in a loop until it ran out of battery," Ortiz said with pure hatred in his voice.

“Fuck.. the poor guy had no chance," Robinson sighed.

“Neither the guy who fucked this up. He just gave a free lawsuit," he rubbed his temple and took deep breaths to calm down.

As he did that, Robinson inspected the robot carefully. He exchanged looks between the machine and Ortiz, trying to gather the courage to say the words he knew were going through his friend's mind.

“So… are we gonna check the data?"

“Fuck yes we'll do. This saved us weeks of work," Ortiz replied immediately, disconnecting the cable from the android's nape. “All I gotta do is calibrate the personality and we'll be selling this baby by the end of the month."

“All's well that ends well, right?"