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[thirsty-lakedream]

Running Hot

You would think the longest lines at the theme park would be for lines inside the park. But as Mark and I were waiting for the tram service to get back to the safety of my car, it felt impossibly long. My eyes darted around at the people around us, wary of any suspicion of my boyfriend's strange behavior. I held tightly to his arm, hoping to keep him balanced. "T-travis... I don't know how long I can kee-p function-al." The breaks in his vocal patterns were a bad sign, a very bad sign.

When I first built my Mark bot, I knew various tests had to be made before I could take him out in the world. Thanks to my degree in mechanical engineering and life as an absolute friendless loser, it took nearly 5 years to craft the perfect artificial man. Molding the most advanced persona core to fit my idea of the type of guy. Manufacturing simple steel, silicone, and well-placed electronics into a perfect body; even inventing my own form of realistic yet breathable skin for the CPU to exhaust the internal heat from its body. Then, spending all that time teaching the bot how to act in a completely human way. He could barely even walk on his own or simulate a conversation, but eventually his A.I. managed to pick it up seamlessly. Still, maybe it was overzealous for our first public outing to be somewhere with so many people, so many warm bodies, on a particularly hot summer day.

As we arrived at the front of the line waiting for the next tram to whisk us away, I could feel his joints stiffening up, a clear indication of his shutdown process. "Come on, baby," I whispered into his ear, hoping reassurance would do anything to his technological system, "Just a little bit more and we'll be home." The next tram finally arrived, and I hurried as fast as I could. Mark's legs were losing motion, and with each step, he was becoming heavier and heavier. His large, muscled form was now a major hindrance rather than a perk.

Finally, I was able to clamber both of us into the seats. Mark, losing all tone of his smooth voice, spoke out cold and robotic. "Error. CPU overheat shutting down..." And in a small flash, the color in his eyes faded blank, and his body became unmoving like a statue. A visible steam escaped from the microscopic pores on his body, trying its best to vent the pressure of heat. I shut his eyes, trying to hide the fact of his complete malfunction, trying to play it off as a person exhausted from walking and fun rides.

'Damn, this is not good,' I pondered to myself. Hopefully, by the 5-minute parking lot ride, he can cool off just enough to turn back on and return to our car, but if not, we might be in for some trouble and a lot of confused onlookers...

I will need to do some serious maintenance to ensure that next time Mark and I go out. To be fair, a similar malfunction occurred the other night in bed, but I chalked it up to the long and steamy lovemaking. I'll have to go back and implant some kind of internal cooling system so that he can maintain his internal temperature instead of constantly running hot.

[mehtallee]

Network Hijack Protocol

My phone screen glows in the dark. Each time I tap something, the man lying on my bed twitches. Sometimes his fingers curl. Sometimes his leg jerks. It’s subtle, but there’s a pattern to it.

“Almost done,” I mumble. “Just calibrating your motor sync.”

He doesn’t respond. He just lies there, completely still except for those random spasms.

You might be wondering, why is there a bodybuilder laying motionless in the bed with eyes mindlessly opened? Even I couldn’t find all of this real. Heck, If someone saw us right now, they’d probably think I somehow did something awful to the guy. A half-naked guy stretched out on my bed while I stare at my phone like a maniac.

The progress bar moves across the screen. Neural Sync: 82%.

I shake my head. “It still sounds insane when I say it out loud… but this guy, the one who lives next door, the one I thought was just a rude gym bro—turns out, he’s a robot.”

I set my phone down and look at him again. “Two weeks ago, I didn’t know any of this.”

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I’d just moved into my new apartment after finishing my degree in IT and engineering. It was supposed to be a quiet start to a normal life.

The building had a public gym on the first floor. I passed by it while carrying boxes, glanced through the glass, and saw a few people working out. But one guy caught my attention a tall, built, clearly dedicated. Even from that quick look, I knew he was someone people noticed.

I didn’t think much of it and went back to moving my stuff.

Later, when I stepped out to grab another box from the hallway, I saw that same guy again — walking toward me, gym bag slung over his shoulder. 

He stopped at the door next to mine.

I tried to be friendly. “Hey, I just moved in. Nice to meet you.”

He looked at me, expression unreadable, and without saying a word, opened his door and went inside.

I stood there, half-annoyed, half-confused. “Okay,” I muttered. “Guess that’s one way to say hi.”

Over the next few days, life in the new apartment slowly settled into a rhythm. I was still getting used to the place — unpacking, organizing, learning which light switches actually worked, and wandering around the neighborhood whenever I needed a break from staring at empty boxes. The area was decent: quiet streets lined with small cafés, a few parks, a shopping block with hardware stores and laundromats, and that faint hum of city noise that never quite disappears.

I tried to make it a habit to explore. It gave me something to do while I looked for a job. But something started feeling… off. Not scary, not threatening, just weirdly coincidental.

Everywhere I went, that same guy from the gym — my next-door neighbor — showed up.

The first time was in a small side street behind the apartment complex. I’d taken a detour to avoid the main road, and there he was, walking stiffly down the sidewalk. He had those massive over-ear headphones on, his expression blank, eyes focused straight ahead. I remember thinking he looked… mechanical, almost too composed. His posture didn’t change even when I passed by him.

The second time was in the park. I was eating a sandwich on a bench, scrolling through job listings, when I saw him again — jogging along the trail that looped around the lake. His pace was steady. The same length of stride. No breaks. He didn’t slow down once. Even when he circled around for another lap, his speed hadn’t changed at all. Not faster, not slower. Just perfectly consistent.

The third time was in the shopping district, near the hardware and electronics stores. I was there to buy a few extension cords, and there he was again, standing by the counter with a few electronic components in hand. Not the kind of stuff you’d expect a gym bro to buy — more like wires, connectors, and small circuit pieces. For a moment, I wondered if he was also into tech, maybe even an engineer. But he didn’t seem like the type to start small talk, so I left him alone. Still, the coincidence bugged me.

“Okay, what are the odds?” I muttered as I walked back home.

I tried brushing it off. Maybe it was normal. Maybe he just happened to frequent the same places I did. After all, it wasn’t a huge neighborhood.

But as the days went by, it got harder to ignore.

I had too much free time, so I ended up noticing things that most people wouldn’t. Like how every morning, at exactly the same minute, he’d step out of his apartment wearing his running gear. Same route, same jog, same expression. I could practically set a clock by him. He never skipped a day. Not once.

And it wasn’t just his discipline that felt strange — it was the precision. His movements were identical day after day, as if his entire routine was preprogrammed. The angle of his arms when he ran, the number of steps before turning the corner, the duration before returning. It was all too exact.

I told myself I was overthinking it. Some people just have strict routines. But even the most disciplined athletes break rhythm once in a while. They get tired, sick, lazy. They miss a day. This guy? Never.

The weird part didn’t end there. For someone who looked like a textbook extroverted gym bro — muscular, confident, probably popular — he was completely silent outside of his runs. No visitors, no noise, no life coming from his apartment at all.

These walls are paper-thin; I could hear the couple across the hall arguing over what to watch on Netflix, the old lady two floors down playing her morning radio show, and even the neighbor’s cat meowing at all hours. But from his apartment? Nothing.

For someone wearing giant headphones in his head, he doesn’t listen to music out loud. No TV. No footsteps. Not even the faint sound of weights being dropped or a shower running. He’d walk in after his jog, close the door, and vanish.

Sometimes, late at night, when I passed his door on the way to throw out trash, I’d pause and listen. Still nothing. The silence was almost unnatural — heavy, deliberate, as if the space itself stopped existing once he was inside.

It gave me chills sometimes. But again, I told myself it wasn’t my business. Everyone’s got their own life. Maybe he just liked privacy. Maybe he worked night shifts or meditated or something.

Whatever it was, I decided not to care. Even if something about him didn’t add up. Even if every coincidence made my stomach tighten a little more each day.

Because, really — who was I to question my quiet, perfectly strange neighbor?

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By the second week, I had completely fallen into the unemployed routine. Wake up late, check emails that never came, scroll through job sites, and eventually end up tinkering with my old projects to keep my brain from melting.

One of those projects was something I’d started during my last year in university — a compact signal hijacker I called Specter. It was supposed to be a proof of concept, a device that could connect to any signal — Wi-Fi, Bluetooth, radio — and manipulate it while keeping the user completely invisible.

If it worked the way I designed it, Specter wouldn’t just let me listen or read signals. It would give me control over them. Every packet of data would route through my encryption shell, a design so unique that any attempt to decode it would essentially destroy the machine trying to do so. At least, that was the theory.

Maybe, I thought, if I could refine it and sell the patent, I might actually make something of myself.

That afternoon, I decided to test it again. I connected Specter to my phone as a proxy, powered it up, and watched as the screen flooded with nearby connections.

There were dozens. Neighbors’ Wi-Fi, smart TVs, speakers, even refrigerators and washing machines. I could tap into any of them with a few swipes.

But one thing stood out.

A connection named NACN_T331 kept appearing and disappearing from the list — flashing in and out like it was there one second and gone the next.

It wasn’t a regular network. The frequency range was strange. The signal wasn’t stable, almost as if it was moving.

“Huh,” I muttered, leaning closer. “What are you?”

Curiosity got the better of me. I locked onto it and ordered Specter to start decrypting.

Immediately, the device began to heat up. Lines of code ran across the screen as it tried to latch onto the shifting signal. It was like wrestling smoke — the more I grabbed, the more it slipped away.

“Come on… you’ve cracked encrypted routers before, this should be easy,” I whispered.

The minutes stretched on. The air smelled faintly of warm plastic as Specter’s casing grew hot. My phone flashed warnings I’d never seen before — CPU overload, thermal protection active — but I didn’t stop. I was too deep into it now.

Then, finally, the connection locked.

I sat back, grinning. “Ha! Got you!”

That’s when I heard it.

THUD.

A loud, heavy sound came from next door. My grin froze.

“Uh…” I waited. Silence followed. Then another faint noise, like something collapsing.

Panic replaced the rush of excitement. I threw on a hoodie, grabbed my phone, and rushed out into the hallway.

I knocked hard on my neighbor’s door. “Hey! You okay in there?”

No answer.

“Hello? I heard something fall!” I called again, knocking faster. “I’m sorry if I’m overreacting, but it sounded bad—”

Still nothing.

I hesitated, then tried the doorknob. It turned easily. Unlocked.

“Okay, weird…” I muttered, pushing the door open carefully. “Uh, I’m coming in, alright? Just checking if you’re fine.”

The moment I stepped inside, I froze.

The apartment was… empty. Barely even furnished. No couch, no TV, no shelves, nothing. Just plain walls and a single cabinet shoved into a corner. The floor was scattered with a few things — a cracked phone, a pair of large headphones, and some loose wires that looked like they’d been ripped out of something.

And there he was.

My neighbor.

Lying on the floor.

Face blank, eyes half-open, body twitching in small, erratic spasms.

“Hey—hey! Are you okay?” I rushed over, kneeling beside him. His skin looked pale, and his breathing—well, I wasn’t sure it even was breathing.

He mumbled something faintly.

“...error…”

My blood ran cold. “What?”

“Error… error… error…”

He repeated it, like a broken recording.

I leaned closer. “What are you saying? What happened to you?”

Then his head jerked slightly, and for the first time, his eyes focused — not on me, but on the empty wall in front of him.

In a flat, robotic tone, he said, “Network database compromised. Source unidentified. Current unit integrity: failed. Commencing full reformat.”

I just stared at him, completely lost. “Reformat? What—what are you talking about?!”

His pupils flickered unnaturally, and his voice repeated, slower this time: “This unit will be wiped clean.”

I stumbled back, confusion twisting into realization.

That strange network… NACN_T331. That was him. The signal had been coming from him.

And my device — my encryption — it must have overwhelmed whatever system was controlling him. The feedback loop would have fried anything trying to trace or fight it. Which meant whoever was behind this, whoever owned this so-called “unit,” couldn’t recover it.

So they did the only thing they could. They erased him.

Leaving behind this — a blank, motionless shell of a man, twitching on the floor where my neighbor used to be.

I stood there, speechless, heart pounding, my own invention still humming faintly in my pocket.

“What the hell did I just do?” I whispered. 

I looked at the ‘unit’ in front of me, wondering what will happen next. A few minutes, go by, nothing. The puppet strings of this “man” is truly been severed. 

“Well, we have to do what we get to do, right?” I smirked as I fiddled with my phone and gadget. Regardless of what he was and what this ‘thing’ originates from, it's now mine to keep, and I’d gladly take this junk of a hunk under my wing. Using the already compromised network emitting from this man, I can hack through his systems, replace the erased data, and rebuild everything that will shape this hunk of a man into my liking!

“Let’s see what can I do with you!”

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A month later, the apartment had become almost unrecognizable. Where it was once empty and quiet, it now felt lived-in — clothes tossed over the couch, a few dumbbells stacked in the corner, two mugs sitting side by side on the counter. The faint scent of detergent mixed with protein powder hung in the air.

The front door clicked open.

“Yo, I’m back!”

The familiar voice echoed through the small space before Jin appeared in the doorway, fresh from the building’s gym. His tank top clung to him, soaked in sweat, his skin glistening under the ceiling light. His expression, however, was bright and cheerful — a warm, genuine smile as if he were coming home from a long day to his favorite person.

“Hey, you’re early,” I said from the couch, where I was hunched over my laptop.

“Leg day, bro. Gotta cut it short before I start walking like a duck again,” Jin replied with a grin, dropping his gym bag by the door. He ran a towel over his neck, then stepped closer, peering at my screen. “Still working on your nerd stuff?”

I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, some of us use our brains instead of our biceps.”

He snorted. “Jealous much?”

I laughed, “In your dreams, musclehead.”

Jin chuckled, tossing the towel aside as he flopped down next to me on the couch. It was easy to forget, sometimes, that this same man was once lying lifeless on his apartment floor just a month ago. Now, he was everything I had designed him to be; confident, outgoing, charismatic, playful, the kind of extroverted personality that used to intimidate me.

“Well,” I said, leaning back, “looks like the new behavior module’s working.”

Jin raised an eyebrow. “You’re talking like I’m one of your gadgets again.”

I smirked. “Technically, you are. But don’t take it personally — I just modeled your personality based on what I thought you’d be like if you were… human. Y’know, cool, outgoing, a little frat-boy-ish. Like the version of you everyone expects to meet at a gym.”

He laughed softly, flexing his arm. “So basically perfect?”

“Yeah, yeah,” I muttered, waving him off. “Perfectly annoying.”

That made him grin wider. “Admit it, though~ I’m your favorite creation, right?”

“Maybe.”

He leaned closer, bumping my shoulder playfully. “Not maybe. Definitely.”

I couldn’t help but smile. The banter felt easy now, natural, like we’d been friends for years instead of just a few weeks. We talked about everything and nothing: dumb gym stories, memes, jokes about my nonexistent social life. Jin loved teasing me, and I didn’t mind it; it filled a silence that I hadn’t realized was eating away at me. Though, Somewhere between laughter and small talk, though, something shifted.

Jin stood, stretching, his muscles tightening and relaxing as he pulled his damp tank top over his head. Then, with a mischievous grin, he turned toward me, dangling the sweaty fabric from his fingers.

“Catch,” he said. but instead of throwing it, he stepped forward and brushed it against my face and neck, dragging it playfully across my skin.

“Jin—ugh! Come on!” I sputtered, pushing him away, but he only laughed and leaned in closer.

“What? I’m just sharing the gym experience,” he said teasingly, his tone dipping lower, softer.

His demeanor changed almost imperceptibly — less teasing, more affectionate. He crouched slightly, meeting my eyes. “You know… I don’t think I’ve ever told you this, but I like being here. With you.”

The joking atmosphere turned warm, intimate. His hand rested on my shoulder, firm but gentle. “You made me, right? So I guess it makes sense that you’d be the center of my world.”

My throat went dry. “Heh heh… yeah~ but Jin, that’s… a little much.” I cough, “ a bit cheesy too…”

He didn’t stop. His expression softened into something almost tender, though still threaded with that exaggerated bravado I’d programmed in him. “But I really do mean it. You’re everything I need.”

Before I could react, he moved closer, wrapping one arm around me and pulling me into him. My head pressed against his torso, his abs firm and unyielding against my face. “D-Dude, I like this but, seriously—let go!” I laughed, half embarrassed, half stunned.

Instead, he tightened his hold, his voice dripping with affection. “Nope. You’re not going anywhere, bro.”

I could feel the faint vibration in his chest when he spoke. “You wanted me to be loving, right? Guess I overachieved a little.”

I groaned, trying to wriggle free. “You think?! You’re suffocating me, you oversized golden retriever!”

He only chuckled, resting his chin on top of my head like he was perfectly content to trap me there.

That’s when I realized I’d definitely overprogrammed the “romantic attachment” variable.

“Alright,” I said loudly, patting his arm. “Time to chill, lover boy. System—”

He froze immediately, the muscles around me locking in place like cooled steel. His eyes went blank, his expression neutral.

I exhaled. “—Suspend Command: Solstice Mode.”

That was the name I’d given his system freeze function. It sounded more poetic than just shouting pause program.

Stepping back, I grabbed my phone from the coffee table and opened the control interface. The hijacking device had evolved since the first incident — sleeker, faster, with deeper access to Jin’s neural systems. I connected to his signal and began typing commands as I flip Jin's body upright.

Lines of data scrolled across the screen as I rewrote parameters, adjusted emotional thresholds, tweaked behavioral directives. His body reacted slightly to each new input — his shoulders flexed, his chest rose, his head tilted just a fraction.

“Wow,” I said quietly, watching him. “You really are something else.”

A faint electrical pulse ran through him, visible in the small contractions along his arms. He looked like a perfectly sculpted statue brought to life mid-motion.

“Alright, let’s see…” I muttered, typing. “Dial back the clinginess, increase self-restraint, keep the affection… but make it less smothering.”

As I finished entering the new code, Jin’s body flexed involuntarily — a sudden, powerful motion that made me laugh despite myself.

“Woah, damn! What an extra way to reboot,” I said, shaking my head. I reached out, tapping his shoulder lightly. “Guess you’re still learning how to chill, huh?”

His eyes blinked once, life flickering back into them.

“System reconfiguration complete,” he said automatically, then smiled, the warmth returning.

I grinned, setting my phone aside. “Heh. I guess we’ve still got a long way to go.”

He tilted his head. “That a bad thing?”

“Not at all,” I said, leaning back in my chair. “Not at all.”

[munroerobotics-deactivated20201]

Brute Force mode

Sexy, stunning and irresistible, a chisel faced man came into the bedroom with a camera on a tripod. He was a Youtuber who showed off his good looks and stunning body. He’d upload videos of himself flexing or acting really cocky. He’d end up tearing off the shirt he wore with every video he recorded, as if it were clockwork to him.

Every day around 4:30 I would have to come in with my remote and have him go into command input mode. I’m not sure exactly why my companion model does this, but his AI instructs him to put on a show for Youtube I guess… its kind of frustrating since people can literally order their own machines now. Now like it’s something new.

I pointed the remote at him, he tensed up with a few mechanical clicks, the outline of his eyes flickered for a moment. “What is your command sir?” I sighed, “Delete current task, and go back to regularly scheduled instruction.” By that I mean: help around the house, with dinner and making sure his systems are all up to par so he doesn’t glitch out or something.

“Proceeding.” He mechanically spoke as he stopped what was doing, torn shirt and all, turned around and mechanically walked out of the bedroom and began vacuuming with a lifeless expression.

Meanwhile I head upstairs and dialed my cellphone to contact support about this issue. I guess the problem is that I neglected to get AdBlock for his websurfing command, and you know those popup ads that open a new window? I guess a virus was fed into his system causing him to perform these specific sets of commands. As I got off the phone, I noticed he stopped vacuuming, only after about 5 minutes.

So I go down to check because his record is 15 minutes because our house isn’t exactly a small home. And there he was in the other room, back to the flexing and posing for the camera. At this point I’m getting frustrated because this is bullshit. I’m mad about the ads, the virus and the fact that my companion droid is ‘intoxicated’ with a virus.

I click the same button on my remote, his head flicked making a slight whir, “What is your comm-“ he stopped talking and went right back to flexing for the camera! What the fuck right? This shouldn’t be happening. I press it again, his head flicks mechanically with each button press. Eventually i press it too much which caused him to beep while he was flexing both arms. His head began to twitch mechanically, but then he proceeded while he was glitching out!

Support had mentioned if things get too stressful to deal with, there’s a brute force mode that prevents the code in the machine to stop and revert to the intial commands given by its owner. So out of frustration I sorta… pressed that button a lot.

As a result, my companion bot began to glitch out with a higher intensity. His eye twitching and his face expressionless. He turned around and flexed, “What-what what yeah.. baby.. do you.. like— is.. your.. command..and…sir.. im daddy.. daddy..” He flexed mechanically, whirring clearly audible.

I began to panic because he approached me slowly but mechanically with a twitchy face and erratic movements. His torn shirt covered his gym shorts which were hiding a large erection. “Erro-rror-rror-4—4–404, VIRUS HAS REWRITTEN 28% of-of-of-so-“ He then began to beep loudly, leaned back, hands twitching and all, rebooting. I stood watching this spectacle. He turned back on and spoke in a modulated seductive voice, “Hello sexy, thanks for purchasing a fuckbot version 4077. Downloading user data… user data download- ERROR- complete-ete-ete-ete.” As if the virus and his software caused a confliction due to model incompatibility, he began trying to simultaneously execute both his companionbot and his virus generated sexbot programming. “fuck-command-fuck-command-sexy-4-4-4” he became uncontrollable. I began pressing the remote nervously but he wouldn’t change.

I ran out of the room and back upstairs, dialing support. I explained to them the situation but the repair droids seemed to be all in deployment with different customers! Just my luck, UGH.

I go downstairs to find him slighty twitching with a mechanical whir, he laid in my bed with only his underwear on, previously worn clothes covering the camera. He twitched, “Hey baby, I can fulfill all your passions. I know your schedule and have calculated that you haven’t gotten 675.3 days of sex! How concerning baby. Why don’t we change that?”

I started to loosen up, the software from the virus seemed to have integrated his hardware in an oddly convenient way.. seems maybe he is compatible for whatever is installed? Dunno. But what I know is, I’m not about to fix it. I’m gonna ride this sexy piece of computer hardware until I bleed!

I loosened my tie, unbuttoned my shirt and climbed in bed with my malfunctioning adonis.

[pacoquerac]

echar gasolina

[thirsty-lakedream]

Hunky Appliances: Pizza Shop

When I saw the advertisement for the realistic humanoid bots prefect for all kinds of work, companionship was only my second thought. You see, in addition to a lonely single gay, I also owned a struggling Pizza business. Reviews always came back poorly. Not because of the food, but because people complained about the boring atmosphere. And sure I tried to add a pinball machine and some tvs to the joint to encourage people, I just didn’t know how to drive crowds in to my shop! That’s when I decided to take the leap.

Without a second thought, I dialed the number and started the process. I got to ordering my new crew of ‘employees.’ They were just robots after all, so I wouldn’t have to pay them or even feed them, just make sure they were charged at the end of the night. And besides, with the 200% efficiency I’m sure these bots would be sending out pizzas before the customers were even done paying!

I was originally planning on ‘hiring’ two, but then the sly salesman offered me a protype product, a hunky appliance that you can easily compress its mechanical interior and slide into its studly form as a bodysuit! Damn, how could I say no?

It’s been a couple months now and to say my new staff has improved the shop would be an understatement. Daniel, Robert, and Liam have been driving in crowds of people, interested in the hunky pizza boys who are flawless in their bodies and their work! And when they still have some juice in them, I can invite them over for a company-sponsored sleepover where I get to enjoy their delicious bodies myself. Sometime I like to bring them home and just enjoy their inactive statuesque forms while they’re on their charging ports. Enjoying touching their cold immovable bodies, lifting their limbs like their giant action figures completely under my control, the thought makes me want to close the shop for the rest of the day!

I’ve even promoted Liam, which is the wearable bot, to manager. Sometimes I like to just turn him off and wear him in bodysuit mode to have better interactions with the guests. And though Daniel and Robert are just plain robots, I’m still glad I splurged for the flirty setting, cause it has people returning just for attention!

Now it’s 10 o’ clock and nearly closing time. Got to hurry up and put Daniel And Robert into cleaning mode. Meanwhile I, rather Liam, has a hot date tonight with one of our hot regulars, Brant. Who knows, we might even need to take off tomorrow to ‘recharge’ if things go well enough!

[shreddedgifs]

[thirsty-lakedream]

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To assure the best quality robots, our labs test every aspect before they are shipped out! Here is one of our custom models, Product Name: Elliot, being tested on how long he can go without charging his battery. The particular client who ordered him added the ‘hot and sweaty’ package and as you can see he is supplying!

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[thirsty-lakedream]

Hunky Appliances: Design Flaw

Are you an single bachelor or bachelorette looking to spice up your home and fill it with companionship, all without any need of true social interaction? Well we are happy to Introduce Hunky appliance. Our realistic bots are designed to replace all your boring appliances with 200% efficiency. We have models for any kind of chore, from cooking your food, cleaning your house, and much more. Visit our website to be the first in line to get this revolutionary product or call 1-XXX-XXXX to preorder yours today!

When I initially saw that ad, I jumped at the chance. I’m a pretty lonely guy, and I never made a real connection. So the proposition got me excited, I spent no time ordering my new appliance. The fact that you can’t fully customize the companion was a little disappointing, but the wide catalogue of hot models allowed me to find the 3rick model.

After what felt like an eternity of waiting my new android companion arrived and for awhile things were amazing! Not only was he a great time to look at, but he happily completed all the tasks in the house. From cooking, to laundry, all the stuff I couldn’t be bothered with he performed without any issue.

It was all great! Until it suddenly wasn’t. That hot summer day, nothing sounded better than take a nice dip in the pool. But when I went out that morning I found my neighbors dumb tree shed its leaves making it look like a swamp. Without thinking I asked Erick to clean it and he quickly complied. That’s when I found out these Hunky Appliance bits were not built for submerging in water! As soon as he touched down in the water, he started to spazz out and glitch! Sparks shot out of him like a fireworks display and his voice turned grainy and unnatural. Then suddenly he shut off, motionless floating there like a corpse.

It’s been a couple hours since and I’m worried I just lost my favorite appliance due to my dumb mistake. He’s out there in the backyard still, I’m hoping the sun and the rice I poured into his body will help soak up the excess water and he’ll be functional again. If you are thinking of investing in a hunky appliance, make sure to fully read the manual, especially the warnings on what not to do!

Had this story in my drafts for a good year now, finally finished it! Thanks @cutestabber for the idea!

[muscleorlando-deactivated201905]

[chiptheandroid-deactivated20181]

Cooking Malfunction

As Kyle.19 initiated its cooking program while its owner watched the TV with the volume up, an error briefly passed its internal screener.  Kyle ignored it, as, upon a search, it did not appear in his system logs afterwards.  Unfortunately for Kyle, the last commercial contained malicious coding-language at an inaudible range for humans, but it was enough to cause him to malfunction while cooking.  Now his owner won’t be able to tell what was the food smoking or what was his internals smoking…

[bearcubfin]

[androids-diary-deactivated20161]

Male Android Entry : [Sean] left & [Seth] right
 Model Code : 04562-C-2942 & 00166-S-4443
 Activated Date : ? & ? If you ever sneak in to a military domain, try visiting those huge dumpsters behind the training center or the gym. I found those two stud robots thrown away inside the bin, offline but reusable. I just simply dragged them out from the dumpster and took them home with me. And I turned them on by resetting some codes and replugging in some limbs that were dislocated on their bodies. Now, Sean and Seth are programmed as “Brothers” who live with me as roommates, but programmed as “obedient sex bots” who await me in my bedroom at night.

[joebearpr]

[androids-diary-deactivated20161]

Male Android Entry : [Dylan]

Model Code : 01769-R-2145

Activated Date : Oct 19 2014

I met Dylan last summer when my friend wanted me to stay over and occupy his mansion in California while he was going on a trip for the entire summer break. When my friend gave his mansion key to me, he gave me a notice about a bearbot that is programmed as a servant in the house. His name was Dylan, one of the domestic bearbot series that was launched a month ago. My friend gave me the list of codes, commands, and triggers that he already installed in Dylan, but as a prude he was, there were no sexual ones.

Few weeks later, we started our summer break, and I packed my luggages and went straight to the airport. After a long plane ride, I arrived at LA/Ontario International Airport. I was nervous and confused because I did not know how to get to my friend’s mansion. But as soon as I entered the exit, I heard this scruffy, masculine, and bold voice shouting my name. I looked around surprised , and I saw him. Dylan. He was smiling and waving at me as if I was his beloved one who came back home. He took my heavy luggages off my hand and carried them for me, and drove me to the mansion. I asked how and why Dylan would do such gestures for me even though he never met me before, and Dylan told me that his master (my friend) ordered him to memorize me and pick me up from the airport after he leaves for his vacation. It was a sweet gesture from my friend, but also a sweet gesture from Dylan, who seemed to care about my words and respond with respect and interest. I was getting a little turned on by his look on me, but I tried not to do anything sexual with him since he is not my bot.

After unpacking my luggages, settling down, and being comfortable at my friend’s gorgeous beach house/mansion, I told Dylan that I wanted to swim in the pool and look around the beachside right behind the house. Dylan changed his outfit from semi-formal to his swimming suits that have American flag patterns. I thought it was adorable to look at Dylan just standing there, doing nothing until I give him another command. I told Dylan to power off until I was done with walking around the shore, and turned him back on when I was done.

It was interesting to look at Dylan reformatting his memories and his protocols when he powered back on. I brought us back to the house and swam around at the pool together. (Dylan was designed to be waterproof robot because one of his protocols require him dealing with a body of water someday.) After all the fun during the day, I was strangely getting interested in Dylan. I was getting hot whenever I see him, him talk to me, him looking at me. I felt a weird tangling sensation all over my body and I felt like just resetting Dylan to have some fun for my own.

But then again, it was my friend’s robot and I had to respect that. Unless… Installing a new code in Dylan might do? At one point during that night, I reseted Dylan and inserted a new command that allows me to control Dylan in a new way. Sexual and naughty ways. Whenever I call his code on him, he becomes acceptive to ALL of my commands and suggestions. And most of the time, I told Dylan to expose his dick so that I can suck on it, get naked and bareback me senselessly, and even cum all over me even though we didn’t fuck or anything.

Now, we have 24 days left for our break and I am still at my friend’s mansion, playing with Dylan during the day, and PLAYING with Dylan during the night as well. I just hope my friend doesn’t notice the difference in Dylan when he comes back.

[manlypics]

[androids-diary-deactivated20161]

[Android Name Entry] : Model A, B, C, D, E

[Code Entry] : “Test Running Models”

[Activated Date] : Today, but deactivated after the test

When I went to the convention in Las Vegas, I knew where I was going to visit first. DELL company was launching its first “The Companions” series. Unlike any other conventions with one or two tables, product displays, and folding chairs, “DELL robotic” booth was located inside another room inside the convention hall. After going through with all the procedures of signing papers and giving my information to the workers at the booth, they gave me a booklet of how to test robots that they prepared. I entered a green room behind the booth entrance, and I was amazed. There were five male robots standing in a line, completely immobile and shut down. I was getting excited, since the test is about future clients getting along with robots and robots interacting with clients appropriately. 

I went behind the line of five hot male robots that are prepared for me, and ready to do anything for me. I pressed their hidden button inside the back of their necks, and they all came alive and started to talk to me about how my day has been and what my name is. I instructed those robots to not ask any questions but to do what I ask them to do. They complied. Since there were no security cameras nor recorders anywhere, I decided to carry on with my original plan, what I came for.

I assigned each robot to stand still and erect their life-like, uncut, hung dicks. They complied without asking or rejecting. They just simple stood there with their erected long penises, and put a nice grin on their faces. I took off my clothing and took out the lubricant I brought with me, the robots just stared at me, grinning and waiting for commands. 

I rubbed the lubricant on my asshole, and applied the liquid on the robot A’s erected penis. I was amazed, yet surprised that the robot moaned and expressed his sexual pleasure when I inserted his penis inside me. I commanded the robot to fuck me gently but wildly at the same time. The robot complied.

After the robot A ejaculated a transparent liquid (Since it’s a testing robot), I moved on to the robot B and repeated the procedure of getting fucked by it.

Then I moved on to the robot C,

then to the robot D,

then to the robot E…

I lost myself after such orgasms and beautiful robots’ moans and ejaculations of liquids. I grabbed a towel that I brought and cleaned myself up and then the robots. Then I put on my clothing and put the testing robots’ suits back on to them. Then I turned off each robot before I got myself together and walked out the room like nothing weird happened.

It was an amazing day.

I wish I can have this opportunity again!

[musclemechanic]

[bearmachines]

“I…? Sorry. Wait. Please elaborate. I…. Wait. I don’t. Wait.”

[cubjockboywife]

Good jockboys go under for Coach. Good jockboys await commands.

[bearmachines]

When the OS is finished rebooting, he’ll probably remember what “Coach” presumed of “jockboy”, and the assimilation process will begin in earnest.

[fenrirmitsuki]

Here’s my own interpretation of the pic:

“Log Entry 11:

“My abilities are growing. It’s been about a month since my ‘technopathic’ abilities first made themselfes known, and I think I’ve developed enough to begin earnest attempts at serious manipulation of technology.

"As I had noted in my preveious logs, I had primarily been practicing with computers and smart phones; opening, closing, running, executing various programs and applications, with the last couple of weeks spent manipulating the architecture and code of programs. Also, as noted last week, I had developed my ability to sense electronics greatly and, to my amazement, I sensed an extremely powerful and complex signature coming from one of the personal trainers at the gym down the block. I concluded that he is indeed an android and that he might make a good first test subject to train my abilities with.

"I first started my approach by purchasing a day pass at the nearby gym and did some light exercise for about an hour; I’m not athletic, in mind or body, but I needed to blend in with the other patrons. After the exercise, I made my way to the juice bar, ordered myself a smoothie, and relaxed at a table close to the weights area. My target was coaching a middle aged gentleman, probably a businessman of some kind, not too far away. Attempting to directly link to him would draw too much attention in my direction, so I danced around the nearby wifi hotspots, hoping connections from one to the other, before finally establishing a link just long enough to get an impression of the kind of defenses I’d be dealing with, lasting only a couple seconds. Hardy stuff; whoever built him had done a good job at shielding him from hackers, but it didn’t seem like anything I couldn’t handle by this point. He was definitely aware that something had tried to connect to him, he paused from his coaching and looked around. The display reminded me of a wild beast that had just heard a twig snap and was examining his surroundings. His pauseonly lasted a second as he quickly refocused on his client. Speaking of which, I happened to quickly scannhis client listed for the day while I was connected; this one was the last one. Perfect.

"I sat in the bar area, taking my time in drinking my smoothie and looking like I was resting for a bit. Eventually, my target finished his session with his client and went to his office, likely to fill out some paperwork. Afterwards, he made his way to the locker room; this was my chance. I waited a minute or two after he entered before following him in. I stayed a few rows away, focusing in the sensation of his presense. Electronics felt… Different, like a small cloud of electric energy. My target felt like a walking dynamo, almost like Zeus himself was stamding 10 feet away.

"I needed to be quick; no masking myself with wifi-jumps or anything, I needed to hit hard and quick. I brought myself into deep concentration, focusing on his presense like a jaguar, crouched in a tree, ready to pounce on its prey below. Then, I pounced. My ripped through his firewalls and commanded a system-wide shutdown. It all couldn’t have lasted more than a couple seconds. I waited for a few seconds and kept out of view, I didn’t want to take a chance of him seeing me and sending out an image before he was completely shut down. Finally, I moved in; he was truly a sight to behold.

"He stood there, half naked and frozen, the look of shock and confusion still etched on his face. I’d have loved to stay there and admire him, but I needed to be swift lest I be discovered, by a gym patron or whoever might be keeping tabs on him. I immediately went to work, bringing his CPU back online just enough to plant instructions and shield them from tampering, once he was full back online. I instructed him to complete his post-work routine like normal, leave the gym, then shut off all wireless connections, including tracking equipment. Then make his way to my apartment and await further orders. Before initiating his full boot-up, I snaped a quick picture with my phone, left the locker room, then sent the command.

"At any rate, now I’m back here at home, cleaned up and recording these events events while I wait. The plan is to explore his systems, see what all I can do with an android’s mind before deciding on changing anything. He could stand to look older, in my opinion, but he isn’t that bad too look at. Maybe I’ll see about having some fun with him, explore any possible sexual capabilities he has.

"Ah, speak of the devil. There’s his presence and and a knock on my door. I’ll update this log later.”

[male-asfr]

Amazing and hot fiction!

[male-asfr]

Let’s try again. Este es un repost de androids-diary, que desde entonces se desactivó.

Male Android Entry : [Thomas]

Model Code : 00023-T-0242

Activated Date : Dec 11 2000

Mr. Thomas Willen was my high school dean who was in charge of Juniors and Seniors. He and students rarely interacted with each other even though students and their parents visit his office to talk about college applications. Even the school faculties didn’t talk about him nor talk to him. He was just in his office, typing things on computer and calling places. I didn’t really care about Mr. Willen.. Until one day.

I always stayed after school so that I can sit down and enjoy the empty school building. One day, I was walking around the school and noticed that Mr. Willen’s office door was wide open. I guess he forgot to lock it before he left, but no. He was inside the office, standing there, doing absolutely nothing.

“Mr.Willen?” I asked. No response. I was getting really worried.

I waved at his face and gently pushed him chest with my finger. No response. I got a little bit curious of what he was actually doing before he became like… that. I looked at the table in front of him, messy with papers and folders.

But among them, there was one paper that was colored in yellow and had multiple codes with numbers. I picked it up, and the paper said “Codes for Model 00023-T-0242 : Original series of bearbot - Generation POLARBEAR”.

I didn’t understand at first.. Mr.Willen was a bearbot! Especially, a bearbot that was produced when the very first bearbot line was launched! And I thought to myself, and yes, I remember seeing those POLARBEAR bearbots filming porn movies long time ago.

I got nasty ideas as soon as I remembered that detail, but I tried my best to be modest and moral with Mr.Willen. I was looking for a code that could reactivate Mr.Willen, but I couldn’t find it. I looked at the back of the paper and it said, “Recharging this model requires sexual sensation on its genital areas.”.

Now, I started to get even nastier ideas. And I decided, that I was gonna do it.

I slowly pulled down Mr.Willen’s pants and his underwear, exposing his soft but thick dick dangling between his thighs. I started to feel a cool sensation on my back and got nervous, but I was going for it. I started to suck on its tip gently, then to suck on the entire penis more and more. Soon, his dick got hardened and twitched a little. Suddenly, I felt something on the back on my head. It was Mr.Willen’s hand. I panicked and pulled his dick out from my mouth and looked up.

Mr.Willen was gently grinning at me, looking into my eyes like I was his beloved. He then started to make me suck on his dick half forced and half free. I was enjoying it. I was enjoying sucking his hard dick. So I continued until he was about to cum. I pulled the dick out from my mouth again, and I saw a majestic curve of cum splurging out from his wet dick. Mr.Willen moaned and growled as he did so. Then he calmed his breathing and looked at me.

Mr.Willen - “Hello, I am Thomas Willen, your sexual POLARBEAR bearbot. Can I help you with anything?”

I was shocked. Now I understand why he was avoiding human interactions so much, and why he was not responsive when people tried to contact him in person. Mr.Willen is one of the most earliest bearbots that were ever created. His programs and charging systems are not like bearbots nowadays. Instead, his systems are more prominent and focused on only one purpose when he is programmed: to sexual serve the person who played with him. That being said, I am now the owner of Mr.Willen.

Mr.Willen - “Hello, I am Thomas Willen, your sexual POLARBEAR bearbot. Can I help you with anything?”

His grin was permanently on his face and his eyes were fixed at my face even when I was moving around in his office. I was thinking about what to do. I couldn’t take him to my place, obviously. And I did not know where he lives.

I just simply looked through his phone and found the address of his house. I ordered Mr.Willen to drive me and him over there and I was gonna further my plans about him there.

-

I got to his place. It was a normal looking family house and I ordered Mr.Willen to let me in. (I was gonna ask him about who was in the house, but I realized that Mr.Willen was single and child-less.) I took him to the bedroom and sat him down on his bed. He was very attractive and beautiful, wearing nothing but his navy colored shirt. I felt like being adventurous and spontaneous. So, I told Mr.Willen to fuck me like he missed seeing me and touching me for several months. Mr.Willen took me by my waist and started to have his way with me so roughly.

After that day, I made Mr.Willen have some new rules in his life. He was now not only the dean at my school, but also a sexbot who was serving me in any way I want.

[cyb3rm0nk]

A short comics to celebrate the manufacturing anniversary of unit MOP-316, featuring units MA-519 and CPS-0 (NSFW version on Twitter)

[malebotlabs]

(If you want an update on where I’ve been and the state of this blog where I answer some frequently asked questions and a bit of RP click below. If not, enjoy the pictures it will be a while before there’s more but do not worry I’m doing fine just taking a break.)

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[freepoetryphantom]

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[atomicjock]

“Toy.” That’s what he thought to himself, although he wasn’t really sure what it meant. He only knew that he came with the room, and that everything around him, including himself, was synthetic. He looked up, and that’s when he saw you…

You were a bit surprised, for sure; you didn’t think your room came with this level of accommodations. But here you were. You couldn’t help notice how his crotch filled out upon him seeing you as he watched you set down your luggage…

“Toy,” you thought; and you were right. He’d simply stand there and wait for you to approach, waiting for your first commands to learn your fantasies; and then, everything from his personality to his sexual desires would shift to meet your wants. You knew this was going to be one of your better AI-augmented hotel rooms, and the AI’s predictions of what you’d enjoy had been uncannily accurate, as always.

[caldito]

Robbie Amell as Evan in Simulant (2023) dir. April Mullen