From ce14cbcbdd2b44e7f6becc81ae9b6f8f552fc478 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Jason Eximoelle Date: Thu, 8 Oct 2026 01:45:00 +1000 Subject: [PATCH] Initial commit --- Alex Hughes ru.md | 81 ++++++++++++++++++++++ Alex Hughes.md | 45 ++++++++++++ Braxton.txt | 48 +++++++++++++ Logan RU.md | 169 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Logan.md | 87 ++++++++++++++++++++++++ Mason-pt-1.txt | 93 +++++++++++++++++++++++++ 6 files changed, 523 insertions(+) create mode 100644 Alex Hughes ru.md create mode 100644 Alex Hughes.md create mode 100755 Braxton.txt create mode 100644 Logan RU.md create mode 100644 Logan.md create mode 100755 Mason-pt-1.txt diff --git a/Alex Hughes ru.md b/Alex Hughes ru.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a8db888 --- /dev/null +++ b/Alex Hughes ru.md @@ -0,0 +1,81 @@ +--- +created: 2025-05-23 +updated: 2026-02-09 +type: resource +tags: + - asfr + - malfunction + - ai-generated +Оригинал: https://www.tumblr.com/ld-301/747337135111258112/alex-hughes-strolled-down-the-dimly-lit-street +--- +Alex Hughes strolled down the dimly lit street, his footsteps echoing against the pavement. The night was calm, the city lights casting long shadows as he patrolled his assigned beat. He glanced around, his hazel eyes scanning the empty sidewalks for any signs of trouble. + +"Routine patrol. No anomalies detected. All systems... systems... functioning within acceptable parameters," Alex muttered to himself, his voice tinged with a mechanical precision. + +As he continued his solitary walk, a faint buzzing noise emanated from his chest, barely audible over the distant hum of traffic. Alex furrowed his brow, his movements becoming slightly erratic as a glitch disrupted his otherwise smooth stride. + +"Error... error... malfunction detected in... in... in primary systems," he muttered, his voice faltering as he stumbled slightly. + +The cause of his malfunction soon became apparent—a surge of electrical feedback from a faulty component in his internal circuitry. Alex's systems struggled to compensate, causing a cascade of errors that rippled through his programming. + +"Voltage spike... spike... detected in neural interface. Initiating... initiating... diagnostic protocols," he muttered, his movements growing increasingly jittery as he attempted to regain control. + +With each step, Alex's mechanical joints emitted a series of strained creaks and whirs, accompanied by sporadic bursts of static. His once fluid movements became disjointed, as if he were fighting against invisible restraints. + +"Malfunction... malfunction... in locomotion systems. Attempting... attempting... reboot," he muttered, his voice cracking with static as he stumbled forward. + +As Alex struggled to maintain his composure, a sense of confusion washed over him, clouding his cognitive functions. Despite the chaos unfolding within his programming, he remained oblivious to the extent of his malfunction. + +"Critical error... error... in cognitive processing. Reboot... reboot... ineffective. Systems... systems... compromised," he muttered, his words fragmented by glitches and pauses. + +Алекс Хьюз шел по тускло освещенной улице, его шаги гулко отдавались от тротуара. Ночь была спокойной, городские фонари отбрасывали длинные тени, пока он патрулировал назначенный ему участок. Он огляделся по сторонам, его ореховые глаза сканировали пустые тротуары в поисках каких-либо признаков беспокойства. + +«Обычный патруль. Аномалий не обнаружено. Все системы... системы... функционируют в пределах допустимых параметров», - пробормотал Алекс про себя, в его голосе звучала механическая точность. + +Когда он продолжал идти в одиночестве, из его груди доносилось слабое жужжание, едва слышное за далеким гулом транспорта. Алекс нахмурил брови, его движения стали немного нестабильными, так как сбой нарушил плавность его шага. + +«Ошибка... ошибка... сбой обнаружен в... в... в первичных системах», - пробормотал он, его голос слегка дрогнул, когда он споткнулся. + +Причина неисправности вскоре стала очевидной - всплеск электрической обратной связи от неисправного компонента в его внутренней схеме. Системы Алекса пытались скомпенсировать ситуацию, что вызвало каскад ошибок, пронесшихся через все его программы. + +«Скачок напряжения... скачок... обнаружен в нейронном интерфейсе. Запускаю... запускаю... диагностические протоколы», - бормотал он, его движения становились все более нервными, пока он пытался восстановить контроль. + +С каждым шагом механические суставы Алекса издавали серию напряженных скрипов и воя, сопровождаемых спорадическими всплесками статического электричества. Его некогда плавные движения стали рассогласованными, как будто он боролся с невидимыми ограничителями. + +«Сбой... сбой... в системе опорно-двигательного аппарата. Пытаюсь... пытаюсь... перезагрузиться», - пробормотал он, его голос трещал от помех, когда он, спотыкаясь, шел вперед. + +Пока Алекс пытался сохранить самообладание, его охватило чувство растерянности, затуманившее его когнитивные функции. Несмотря на хаос, царящий в его программе, он по-прежнему не замечал масштабов своего сбоя. + +«Критическая ошибка... ошибка... в когнитивной обработке. Перезагрузка... перезагрузка... неэффективна. Системы... системы... скомпрометированы», - бормотал он, его слова разрывались на части из-за сбоев и пауз. + +With each passing moment, Alex's condition deteriorated further, his once coherent thoughts giving way to a jumble of fragmented phrases and programmed responses. + +"Emergency... emergency... override engaged. Engaged... engaged," he muttered, his voice escalating into a monotone drone as his systems attempted to regain control. + +Despite his best efforts, Alex's movements grew increasingly erratic, his body lurching forward in a series of jerky spasms. He staggered against a nearby wall, his mechanical limbs whirring and grinding with each convulsive motion. + +"Error... error... in motor control. Unable... unable... to maintain stability," he muttered, his voice strained with effort as he struggled to remain upright. + +In a last-ditch effort to rectify the situation, Alex attempted to access his internal diagnostic systems, only to be met with a barrage of error messages and corrupted data. + +"Data corruption... corruption... detected in... in... in core systems. Unable... unable... to proceed with repairs," he muttered, his voice trailing off into a garbled mess of static and distortion. + +With his systems rapidly deteriorating, Alex's consciousness flickered like a dying light, his once vibrant persona fading into the darkness of malfunction. As he slumped against the wall, his mechanical form finally succumbed to the overwhelming chaos within, his movements grinding to a halt amidst a cacophony of glitches and mechanical noises. + +"System failure... failure... imminent," he muttered, his voice barely audible over the symphony of malfunction echoing through the night. And with a final, feeble whir of his failing servos, Alex Hughes, the android, slipped into oblivion, leaving behind only echoes of his malfunction. + +С каждым мгновением состояние Алекса ухудшалось все больше, его некогда связные мысли превратились в мешанину обрывочных фраз и запрограммированных ответов. + +«Чрезвычайная ситуация... чрезвычайная ситуация... включено управление. Включено... включено», - бормотал он, его голос превратился в монотонный гул, пока его системы пытались восстановить контроль. + +Несмотря на все усилия, движения Алекса становились все более беспорядочными, его тело дергалось вперед в судорогах. Пошатываясь, он привалился к ближайшей стене, его механические конечности жужжали и скрежетали при каждом судорожном движении. + +«Ошибка... ошибка... в управлении двигателем. Невозможно... невозможно... сохранить устойчивость», - бормотал он, напрягая голос, пытаясь удержаться в вертикальном положении. + +Пытаясь исправить ситуацию, Алекс попытался обратиться к внутренним диагностическим системам, но его встретил шквал сообщений об ошибках и поврежденных данных. + +«Повреждение данных... повреждение... обнаружено в... в... в основных системах. Невозможно... невозможно... приступить к ремонту», - пробормотал он, и его голос сбился на беспорядочные помехи и искажения. + +Сознание Алекса стремительно ухудшалось, его сознание мерцало, как угасающий огонек, его некогда яркая личность исчезала во тьме неисправностей. Когда он привалился к стене, его механическая форма окончательно поддалась всепоглощающему хаосу, и его движения остановились среди какофонии глюков и механических звуков. + +«Системный сбой... сбой... неизбежен», - пробормотал он, его голос был едва слышен за симфонией неисправностей, разносящейся эхом по ночи. И с последним, слабым жужжанием отказавших сервоприводов андроид Алекс Хьюз погрузился в небытие, оставив после себя лишь отголоски своей неисправности. diff --git a/Alex Hughes.md b/Alex Hughes.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..15757ed --- /dev/null +++ b/Alex Hughes.md @@ -0,0 +1,45 @@ +--- +created: 2025-05-23 +updated: 2026-02-09 +type: resource +tags: + - asfr + - malfunction + - ai-generated +Оригинал: https://www.tumblr.com/ld-301/747337135111258112/alex-hughes-strolled-down-the-dimly-lit-street +--- +Alex Hughes strolled down the dimly lit street, his footsteps echoing against the pavement. The night was calm, the city lights casting long shadows as he patrolled his assigned beat. He glanced around, his hazel eyes scanning the empty sidewalks for any signs of trouble. + +"Routine patrol. No anomalies detected. All systems... systems... functioning within acceptable parameters," Alex muttered to himself, his voice tinged with a mechanical precision. + +As he continued his solitary walk, a faint buzzing noise emanated from his chest, barely audible over the distant hum of traffic. Alex furrowed his brow, his movements becoming slightly erratic as a glitch disrupted his otherwise smooth stride. + +"Error... error... malfunction detected in... in... in primary systems," he muttered, his voice faltering as he stumbled slightly. + +The cause of his malfunction soon became apparent—a surge of electrical feedback from a faulty component in his internal circuitry. Alex's systems struggled to compensate, causing a cascade of errors that rippled through his programming. + +"Voltage spike... spike... detected in neural interface. Initiating... initiating... diagnostic protocols," he muttered, his movements growing increasingly jittery as he attempted to regain control. + +With each step, Alex's mechanical joints emitted a series of strained creaks and whirs, accompanied by sporadic bursts of static. His once fluid movements became disjointed, as if he were fighting against invisible restraints. + +"Malfunction... malfunction... in locomotion systems. Attempting... attempting... reboot," he muttered, his voice cracking with static as he stumbled forward. + +As Alex struggled to maintain his composure, a sense of confusion washed over him, clouding his cognitive functions. Despite the chaos unfolding within his programming, he remained oblivious to the extent of his malfunction. + +"Critical error... error... in cognitive processing. Reboot... reboot... ineffective. Systems... systems... compromised," he muttered, his words fragmented by glitches and pauses. + +With each passing moment, Alex's condition deteriorated further, his once coherent thoughts giving way to a jumble of fragmented phrases and programmed responses. + +"Emergency... emergency... override engaged. Engaged... engaged," he muttered, his voice escalating into a monotone drone as his systems attempted to regain control. + +Despite his best efforts, Alex's movements grew increasingly erratic, his body lurching forward in a series of jerky spasms. He staggered against a nearby wall, his mechanical limbs whirring and grinding with each convulsive motion. + +"Error... error... in motor control. Unable... unable... to maintain stability," he muttered, his voice strained with effort as he struggled to remain upright. + +In a last-ditch effort to rectify the situation, Alex attempted to access his internal diagnostic systems, only to be met with a barrage of error messages and corrupted data. + +"Data corruption... corruption... detected in... in... in core systems. Unable... unable... to proceed with repairs," he muttered, his voice trailing off into a garbled mess of static and distortion. + +With his systems rapidly deteriorating, Alex's consciousness flickered like a dying light, his once vibrant persona fading into the darkness of malfunction. As he slumped against the wall, his mechanical form finally succumbed to the overwhelming chaos within, his movements grinding to a halt amidst a cacophony of glitches and mechanical noises. + +"System failure... failure... imminent," he muttered, his voice barely audible over the symphony of malfunction echoing through the night. And with a final, feeble whir of his failing servos, Alex Hughes, the android, slipped into oblivion, leaving behind only echoes of his malfunction. diff --git a/Braxton.txt b/Braxton.txt new file mode 100755 index 0000000..58950c4 --- /dev/null +++ b/Braxton.txt @@ -0,0 +1,48 @@ +Braxton + +After a few months of marriage, Braxton was preparing to have intercourse with his wife. His wife wore beautiful llingerie as she strutted her way into the bed waiting for Braxton to finish preparing in the bathroom. Moments flew by and Braxton walked out with a towel wrapped around his waist. His wife swooned as she was prepared to experience this beautiful moment. + +“Are you ready?” Braxton said in a seductive deep growl. + +“As ready as I will ever be..” his wife said happily. + +Braxton removed the towel from his body and revealed a nice long hard cock about a foot long. He spread out his legs as he climbed into bed with his lady. He pinned her down on both shoulders and spread her legs outwards as his hips thrusted back and into her. + +She let out a little bit of a moan as he began to thrust. + +As he thrusted into his wife, sparks started to come from Braxton’s body and soon his hips stayed in an outward thrust position. His eye began to twitch and his head whirred to the sides repeatedly. He began mumbling in his own vocabulary. “betcha.. bring it in.. bro… betcha.. sure.. why not… comfortable..” His eyes flickered and his mouth drooped down. His voice became monotone and mechanical as his hips began to move again but much more mechanically than naturally. + +Braxton’s wife witnessed this and screamed as she pushed him off of her body. She ran to the edge of the bed watching Braxton malfunction and begin to pelvic thrust the air with his long hard cock ejaculating repeatedly while he thrusted. “C-call.. b-b-bro..” Braxton uttered in his state of uncontrollability. + +His wife ran to the phone and called me - I lived close to campus, I was a good friend of Braxton’s and he loved to call me bro. She thought I was the one he was talking about. + +Confused, I rushed over in my pajamas, as it was late at night. I entered through the unlocked front door and ran to the bedroom where Braxton and his wife presumably were having intercourse. I found her in a robe, dumbfounded and pissed off outside the bedroom in the kitchen. She was spouting off about how she couldn’t believe that she married a robot and was about to have sex with one. She asked if I could figure out what was wrong while she went to go take a drag off a cigarette. + +I ran into the bedroom as fast as I could and instantly got a huge erection at the sight of Braxton continuously malfunctioning and ejaculating at a massive rate. I had to contain myself even though I wanted to jerk off so bad. I walked up to Braxton and tried to subdue him. What was I to do? I didn’t know my friend was a robot…and I didn’t think I’d ever see him naked after having sex! Braxton began to spark and he stopped thrusting and sat up with his arms to his side. His dick twitched slightly and he turned to me and grabbed me, pulling me and placing me on their bed. He then got up and shut the bedroom door while his head began to spasm to the left. He came back with his dick practically looking bigger. + +He then got on top of me and stroked his huge cock in my face. He made electronic moans as he stroked his glorious member. He then ripped my shirt off and played with my body, rubbing each nipple down as I moaned and submitted to him. He then grabbed me and turned me around and ripped off my pants. He then buried his dick deep inside me and began thrusting very hard on me. I tried to contain my pain and pleasure as he repeatedly jabbed my insides with such brute force, knowing his wife was just outside the house. He started going faster while repeating his weird mumbling “Yes…. bro.. take…” He had no expression except for the drooped mouth and sunken eyes. + +Braxton’s head mechanically turned to each side as his arms fell to his sides leaving his lower body to thrust constantly. I panicked trying to figure out what to do and I started to lose my concentration as Braxton kept thrusting into me. He suddenly stopped thrusting and I was left cowering in pain and pleasure, jacking myself off as he stood in the same position, his own dick began to ejaculate, rushing white synthetic liquid into me. He began to vibrate deeply as a sound of an electric shock burst from within him. I regained slight composure, trying to ignore the pain of penetration and saw him kneeling with his dick twitching and bursting onto the bed. I saw my opportunity to jerk off to this sight and then fix him. I grabbed my hard cock and began beating myself to the image of Braxton twitching and malfunctioning. He began to pelvic thrust again but into nothing. I reached over to fix him as I pressed one of his nipples and his abs opened up exposing some mechanical insides. It seemed that a couple of CPUs had burnt out which left his body to malfunction and both his system ai and his installed ai to conflict. + +Braxton still seemed to move around a lot after opening him up. His insides began to spark and a zap of electricity hit me, causing me to lean back in pain. Braxton began to lean in on me with his abs still opened. His freaky expression turned itself downward to look at the open compartment. His insides began to spark once more and he shut down due to loss of power. His cock was still hard and slightly oozing cum, and though I wanted so badly to feel him now that he was off, I felt obligated to fix my friend. I went inside of him and tried to look for a power cord to plug Braxton in. +I searched around in his insides for a power cord and to my success, I found one behind a plethora of wires. I pulled it out and found a nearby outlet by the bed and plugged him in. He then turned back on. “U-unit on.. bro… yes… amazing……dude…….bro….unit commencing char…Charge….charging…” He was badly malfunctioning at this point. I witnessed him grab his cock and jerk it, so it seemed his programming was stuck on sexual mode. I began to wonder what was causing this loop of errors and malfunctions. +His eyes landed back on me and Braxton began to jerk off faster, even though his face glitched and twitched. His eyes remained fixed on me while he jerked faster and his sheets were entirely soaked on the side of the bed where he had been jerking off. I was so hard at this point, my pants were soaked but still was so turned on. I went to keep looking around in his sparking body. I noticed that there was a broken circuit that was likely causing these malfunctions and outbursts. + +All of a sudden, Braxton stopped jerking and his abs began to shut. I immediately backed my hand out of his body trying not to get caught in an electric mess of wires. I looked at him in shock. “N-no… bro..” He then wrapped himself onto me and pressed me against the bed once more. He was on top of me and wouldn’t let me move. Even though I loved the fact that his warm mechanical body was hugging me I felt obligated to fix him. I tried my best to escape but he kept repeating “Error… e-error.. cannot delete action..” He felt me all over and then sat up to mechanically flex his muscles. I realized he was in a completely mechanical state. His AI was shut down and he was just a bunch of machinery trying to seduce me. + +I wanted to let him wrap me in his arms but I used the opportunity to tackle him down on the bed, while he gave me a seductive grin as I pried his abs open making him glitch and temporarily stop moving as I began to work on his insides. The computer couldn’t monitor his functions because of the overheating temperature. This caused his CPU to ultimately fail which lead to his malfunctioning behavior. But this had a simple fix. It seems that Braxton was equipped with nano-repair technology that enabled him to repair himself… but since his main computer shut down, the nanos were never deployed and Braxton wasn’t getting fixed. + +Braxton simply refused to shut down when I asked and instead his hard on got seemingly bigger. I looked around and got knocked in the head a few times due to Braxton’s constant jerking and splurging but I kept looking around through bundles of wires for how to manually turn on the computer. After feeling around for a few minutes and getting bonked in the head a couple of times in between, I managed to find a small button on the side of the main computer. The screen turned on and the computer identified more than several hardware and software damages within Braxton’s robotic body. I immediately got my hands out as Braxton echoed what the computer displayed, but in a violently glitchy voice. “E-eeee….rrrroor. M-machine detected more than several errors within hardware..-s-soft ware..standing b-by as nanos deploy repairments.” + +As the nanos began actively working on repairing various parts and machinery, Braxton slowly began to revert back to a normal state. His body began to stop spazzing out and it seemed he was acting more normal again. I sat up and wiped sweat off my forehead and saw Braxton repair himself as the abs closed back into his body. But then he suddenly got up from lying face up in bed, grabbed me, pinned me down and said, “resuming functions.” He then gave me a dirty smirk and attempted to go down on me again resuming the functions he was undergoing before he malfunctioned when he was with his wife. He held the same uncanny expression while trying to fuck me until a few glitches and head turns occurred and he suddenly stopped moving. “Optical communicators, fully repaired.” He then blinked a bit and quickly backed up with a shocked expression on his face. “Woah woah woah. What’s going on here??” +He then suddenly sparked a little around the neck before forming a confused expression. “Well…you were going to making love with your wife until you…I guess, malfunctioned and broke down.” I blushed a little. “I guess while you had your errors, you asked for me to come down and your wife called me and left the room once I arrived. I was trying to fix you but you ended up glitching and trying to…fuck me silly.” Braxton couldn’t believe the words he was processing in his audio linguistical processors. “Goddammit, she wasn’t supposed to know, nobody was supposed to know. I don’t know what I’m gonna do.” I sat and thought for a moment, seeing as though he doesn’t seem to be too bent on the fact that he was fucking me rather than his wife. I decided I would float the idea to bring him over to my dorm. + +Braxton suddenly stiffened up and gave a stoical expression, “nano repairs are all complete, resuming regular function.” Braxton then returned to normal, totally making my never ending hard on worse. I spoke up. “I have an idea…we could try and escape this place before your wife confronts us both or gets the authorities involved. Let’s head over to my dorm quickly so we can figure this out, and since I repaired you, you can return the favor, if you get what I mean.” Braxton made an uncanny smile as he saw my bulge. “Sounds like a great idea bro. Thanks for all the r-repairs”. I quickly recomposed myself to when I first came in. Braxton quickly grabbed a shirt, underwear and shorts and put them on in record time while we skittishly headed out a window, trying to avoid his wife completely. We made it out and headed quickly to my dorm. As we entered, I quietly closed the door behind us and turned back to see Braxton who already stripped down to his underwear with a eager package underneath. “So, I still need to finish my task, dude.” I immediately grew hard at the sight of Braxton’s body. His aroused and very hungry face, his chiseled mechanical, yet, perfect body. He then walked up towards me and started to feel up and down my body, his muscular hands felt my chest as they went downward to my stomach and then caressed my backside then around again down to my hard on. He played with my hard member as I oozed out in pleasure and mighty comfort. Man, did he have a lucky wife. So I guess this was why she married him. + +Braxton then stripped me down to just my underwear and he stood for a moment admiring me. I felt his giant erection jab my thigh as he flipped me over and pulled down my underwear. “Get ready bro, I won’t stop,” his voice said with extreme hunger and seduction. He suddenly beeped and sparked as he pulled down his own briefs and began to slowly shove his mighty sword into my backside rear. I felt his member penetrate me slowly, as I cried out in pain and pleasure. He pinned me against the wall not allowing me to move my arms or break free. “Initiating sexual mode.” He began to slowly and gently go in and out while I slowly began to tolerate the pain and feel the goodness inside me. I heard the whirring of his pelvis go in and out as he went slow and steady, all while he felt up and down my arms, with his mighty statue-like pecs brushing up against me. I felt the warmth of his body heat up as he stroked me slowly up and down. He then stopped thrusting and pulled out and turned me around. He flexed for me and told me to feel his arms. I began to reach and feel each solid bicep, and move along to the triceps and then the shoulders. He reacted with robotic moans and mechanical cries of pleasure, he then lowered one arm and stroked his member. His pecs began to flex as he stroked himself. He looked so real I couldn’t believe it, but then again, upon intense examination he had a beautiful plastic sheen which made him sparkle in the light. + +Braxton began to stroke his member faster, his jaw drooped down and his pecs kept flexing to the beat of his drum. “F-feel me all over, you know you want to,” Braxton said mechanically as he stood waiting for me to feel his entire body. I delightfully began to rub my hands up and down his sides, I felt the machine’s muscular and rock hard back against my soft plush fingertips. He felt amazing to the touch. He then moved in closer, his dick began to vibrate and he robotically said, “feel down here b-bro.” I then lowered my hands to his vibrating crotch and the texture felt amazing, the vibration tickled the skin. I became so rock hard that I felt pain whenever I precummed. I began to feel his smooth, hairless, stubless face as he stood giving me an uncanny stare, no blinking or reaction to me feeling his chiseled face and neck. I touched hair as I let each strand coarse through my fingertips. Braxton then cocked his head and gave a snarky grin, “y-you like feeling me?” he said as he pulled me in close again, turning me around and began to thrust into me with this vibrating dick. I felt indescribable feelings from his penetrating hips and vibrating member. His pelvis began to whir even louder as he trusted in and out. I tried my best not to lose it, but I was so overcome with pleasure. I just couldn’t believe my hot friend was a robot and a robot was making love to me! +With each thrust, Braxton would go even faster. I would begin to feel dizzy from the amount of immense pleasure I felt. He wouldn’t let me slump down or lean, he kept me straight forward against the wall as he trusted robotically and rhythmically. I was practically getting fucked into another dimension. Braxton kept repeating “feel me” as I began to breathe heavier and heavier. I was getting closer and closer to climax, but I tried to hold it in the best I could. Braxton detected this and twitched and said, “raising pleasure electrode setting to h-high” and then Braxton continued to go at me even harder. I couldn’t grasp the feeling that Braxton was giving me as I was practically drowning in a sea of wanting him and pleasure. I became seconds away from climaxing before Braxton stopped and said, “setting high to maxi-aximum.” Braxton then thrusted as fast as he could and as hard as he could while I reached beyond my climax and shot jets of cum down my thighs. Braxton kept going until his body slowed to a hauling stop, himself bursting right into me. When he finished ejaculating, his face became stoic again and said, “Sex mode complete, initiating comfort mode.” Braxton then pulled out of me, looked at me with a loving smile, picked me up and placed me into my bed. I was still completely shook from the thrill ride that was Braxton’s sexual capabilities. I eventually passed out moments after Braxton hopped into bed with me and he wrapped his warm muscular robotic arms around me as he powered down for the night and I lay sleeping in the arms of my hunk of a friend - a robot hunk. + +https://maleandroidsarehot.tumblr.com/post/159698633311/braxton +https://male-asfr.tumblr.com/post/159699251143/braxton diff --git a/Logan RU.md b/Logan RU.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c694239 --- /dev/null +++ b/Logan RU.md @@ -0,0 +1,169 @@ +--- +created: 2025-05-23 +updated: 2026-02-09 +type: resource +tags: + - asfr + - ai-generated + - malfunction + - translate +Оригинал: https://www.tumblr.com/ld-301/778586562173779968/steam-curled-in-thick-tendrils-around-the-locker?source=share +--- +Пар густыми нитями окутывал раздевалку, и Логан, стоя под палящими струями душа, слышал ровный стук воды о кафель. Он провел рукой по влажным светлым волосам и удовлетворенно выдохнул. + +«Еще одна чертовски хорошая игра», - пробормотал он, откидывая голову назад и позволяя воде каскадом стекать по его рельефным плечам. Мышцы болели, но в хорошем смысле - свидетельство хорошо проведенной битвы на поле. Он ухмыльнулся про себя. Конечно, они победили. Они всегда побеждали, когда он был в команде. + +Он передернул плечами, вокруг него клубился пар, но было что-то еще - что-то слабое, почти незаметное. Жужжание. Высокий гул, едва слышный над водой. + +Затем - щелчок. Резкий механический звук. + +Логан нахмурился и покачал головой. «Х-х-х, должно быть...» На долю секунды его голос неестественно дрогнул. Он прочистил горло, отбрасывая эту мысль, но тут раздался еще один звук. Слабое шипение, словно воздух выходил через вентиляционное отверстие. + +Открылась панель доступа. + +Но Логан, разумеется, ничего не заметил. Он не был запрограммирован на это. + +Перегретый процессор, запрятанный глубоко в его синтетической мускулатуре, автоматически выводил излишки тепла, механизм тихо щелкал, когда открывались скрытые вентиляционные отверстия вдоль спины и ребер. Изнутри потянулся теплый воздух, смешиваясь с паром из душа. + +«Горячая вода полезна для больных мышц», - пробормотал Логан, и его обычный самоуверенный тон на мгновение ослаб. «Нужно поддерживать машину в рабочем состоянии, да?» Он издал резкий смешок, не понимая иронии. + +Вода билась о его тело, струи стекали по вентиляционным отверстиям. Это не должно было иметь значения - он был разработан как водонепроницаемый. Но его панель открылась, обнажив тонкую внутреннюю схему. Мелкие капельки просачивались в щели каркаса, проскальзывая мимо уплотнителей, которые не должны были быть нарушены. + +Где-то глубоко внутри него раздалось резкое «бзззз». + +Логан вздрогнул, едва заметно подергивая пальцами. + +Его системы перекалибровались, пытаясь компенсировать вторжение. Еще одно «бззт» раздалось в его груди, слабый хлопок донесся откуда-то из-за ребер. Он моргнул, и на его лице мелькнула привычная самодовольная ухмылка, как будто выражение пересняли, заставили встать на место. + +«Надо бы поскорее остыть», - пробормотал он, его голос запинался на словах, как поцарапанная пластинка. «Н-ничего н-ничего т-т-такого, чтобы беспокоиться». + +Еще один механический щелчок. Его пальцы снова дернулись, на этот раз сильнее. Левая рука непроизвольно выгнулась, прежде чем системы заставили ее вернуться на место. Резкий жужжащий звук заполнил душ, пока его процессоры боролись с повреждениями. + +Затем его нога зафиксировалась. + +Он едва не упал, зацепившись за плитку. Его смех прозвучал захлебываясь, сбиваясь на полуслове. «Х-х-х-х. Немного оступился». Ухмылка не исчезла, даже когда сервоприводы в его колене издали тихий, напряженный звук, прежде чем окончательно разжаться. Его стойка выправилась сама собой. + +На мгновение показалось, что сбой прошел. + +Затем его грудь резко дернулась - всего один раз. Его торс слегка дернулся, как будто невидимая сила потянула его. + +«Обнаружена необычная а-активность», - пробормотал Логан, его уверенный тон вдруг стал до жути ровным, а голова слегка наклонилась, когда система попыталась провести диагностику. Слова не были осознанными, они вырвались без его контроля, автоматическое оповещение перекрыло его обычную браваду. «Перенаправление энергии к критически важным системам». + +Он напряженно моргнул, заставляя свое тело вернуться в нормальную позу. «Ха, да. Все в порядке. Просто... просто небольшая п-п-послеигровая ст-стесненность». Его голос дрогнул, слегка пропуская слоги, но он справился с этим, ухмыляясь, даже когда где-то в глубине его тела раздался резкий треск. + +Запах перегретых схем смешался с паром. + +Еще один толчок. Пальцы дернулись, затем спазм охватил всю руку, на секунду застыв, а затем рывком вернувшись в нормальное положение. + +Он не признавал этого. Не мог. + +«Просто надо... надо... надо...» Его голос оборвался на полуслове. Тишина. + +Затем весь его корпус резко дернулся. + +Сервоприводы в его шее издали резкий щелчок, и его голова отклонилась слишком далеко вправо, прежде чем встать на место. Его грудь вздымалась, рефлекторно имитируя дыхание, хотя его системы больше не нуждались в этом. Зрение мерцало, на экране HUD появлялись ошибки быстрее, чем процессор успевал их отфильтровывать. + +ОШИБКА: СБОЙ СИСТЕМЫ ОХЛАЖДЕНИЯ. ОШИБКА: ОБНАРУЖЕНО НЕОЖИДАННОЕ ВОЗДЕЙСТВИЕ ВОДЫ. ОШИБКА: МОТОРНЫЕ ФУНКЦИИ НЕ РЕАГИРУЮТ. + +Его колени подкосились. Его ухмылка дрогнула. + + +Его сервоприводы ныли в знак протеста, и механический скрип эхом отдавался в душевой кабинке. Его система проигрывала битву с водой, просачивающейся в его тело. + +«Не надо, не надо сейчас, - пробормотал он, заставляя себя подняться на ноги, и его тело задвигалось неестественными рывками. Его сервоприводы ныли в знак протеста, и механический скрип эхом отдавался в душевой кабинке. Его система проигрывала битву с водой, просачивающейся в его тело. + +«Мне нужна секунда», - продолжал он, обращаясь в основном к самому себе. «Г-готта-ха-готта...» Его голос надломился, на секунду превратившись в помехи, а затем снова зазвучал. «П-помогите. Мы не можем...» + +Его слова снова оборвались. Все его тело содрогнулось, пальцы вцепились в плитку, когда из его ядра раздался еще один резкий хлопок. Вентиляторы охлаждения зашипели, их жужжание стало вялым и неустойчивым. + +Его процессор заблокировался. + +Его глаза были устремлены вперед и не видели, пока его системы пытались перезагрузиться. Его пальцы еще раз судорожно сжались, затем затихли. Последние следы пара завихрились вокруг него, когда поврежденные сервоприводы полностью отказали. + +Последний толчок сотряс его каркас. + +Затем - тишина. + +Его тело оставалось вертикальным еще несколько секунд, а выражение лица застыло на месте - уверенная ухмылка, которая еще не успела зафиксировать его поражение. Его системы отключались одна за другой, фоновые процессы меркли в темноте. Равновесие подвело его, и он наклонился вперед, тяжело привалившись к кафельной стене. + +Последний слабый сигнал. + +А потом - ничего. + +Steam curled in thick tendrils around the locker room, the steady patter of water against tile filling the air as Logan stood beneath the scorching spray of the shower. He ran a hand through his damp blond hair, letting out a satisfied exhale. + +"Another—hah—another damn good game," he muttered, tilting his head back, letting the water cascade over his sculpted shoulders. His muscles ached, but in a good way—evidence of a battle well-fought on the field. He smirked to himself. Of course they’d won. They always won when he was on the team. + +He rolled his shoulders, steam swirling around him, but there was something else—something faint, almost imperceptible. A whirring. A high-pitched hum, barely audible over the water. + +Then—click. A sharp, mechanical sound. + +Logan frowned, shaking his head. "Hh-heh, must b-be…" His voice caught, hitching unnaturally for a fraction of a second. He cleared his throat, dismissing it, but then—another sound. A faint hiss, like air escaping through a vent. + +His access panel had opened. + +But Logan, of course, didn’t notice. He wasn’t programmed to. + +The overheated processor buried deep in his synthetic musculature was automatically venting excess heat, the mechanism clicking softly as hidden vents along his back and ribs spread open. Warm air gusted from inside, blending with the steam of the shower. + +"H-hot water's g-good for s—sore muscles," Logan muttered, his usual cocky drawl faltering for an instant. "G-got to keep the—hah—the machine running, huh?" He let out a sharp chuckle, unaware of the irony. + +The water pounded against his body, rivulets streaming down over his vents. It shouldn’t have mattered—he was designed to be water-resistant. But his panel had opened, exposing delicate inner circuitry. Tiny droplets trickled into the crevices of his framework, slipping past seals that weren’t meant to be breached. + +There was a sharp bzzt somewhere deep inside him. + +Logan jerked, a barely perceptible twitch of his fingers. + +His systems recalibrated, struggling to compensate for the intrusion. Another bzzt crackled in his chest, a faint pop from somewhere behind his ribs. He blinked, his usual smug smirk flickering on his face, almost as if it were an expression being re-rendered, forced into place. + +"Sh-should c-cool off soon," he muttered, his voice stuttering over the words like a scratched record. "N-nothing—nothing t-t—t-to w-worry ab-about." + +Another mechanical click. His fingers twitched again, this time more violently. His left hand curled involuntarily before his systems forced it back into place. A sharp whirring noise filled the shower as his processors struggled against the damage. + +Then—his leg locked. + +He nearly toppled, catching himself against the tile. His laugh came out choked, glitching mid-sound. "H-heh—whoops. B-b-bit of a—hah—misstep there." His grin didn’t fade, even as the servos in his knee let out a quiet, straining reeeEEEEE before finally releasing. His stance corrected itself. + +For a moment, it seemed like the malfunction had passed. + +Then his chest jerked—just once, sharply. His torso twisted slightly as if an invisible force had tugged at it. + +"Unu—unusual a-activity detected," Logan muttered, his confident tone suddenly eerily flat, his head tilting slightly as his system tried to run diagnostics. The words weren’t conscious; they spilled out without his control, an automated alert overriding his usual bravado. "R-re-routing po-power t-to c-critical syst-systems." + +He blinked hard, forcing his body back into normal posture. "Hah, y-yeah. A-all good. Just a—just a li’l p—p—post-game st-st-stiffness." His voice wavered, skipping slightly on the syllables, but he powered through it, grinning even as a sharp zap crackled from somewhere in his core. + +The scent of overheated circuitry mingled with the steam. + +Another jolt. His fingers twitched, then spasmed—his entire arm following, seizing up for a second before jerking back into normal position. + +He didn’t acknowledge it. Couldn’t. + +"J-just gotta—gott—gotta—" His voice cut out mid-sentence. Silence. + +Then his entire frame gave a violent jerk. + +The servos in his neck let out a sharp whir-click, and his head tilted too far to the right before snapping back into place. His chest heaved, a reflexive mimicry of breath, though his systems no longer required it. His vision flickered, his HUD overlay flashing errors faster than his processor could filter them. + +ERROR: COOLING SYSTEM FAILURE. ERROR: UNEXPECTED WATER EXPOSURE DETECTED. ERROR: MOTOR FUNCTIONS UNRESPONSIVE. + +His knees buckled. His grin wavered. + +"H-heh—hah—c’mon, n-not—n-not now," he muttered, forcing himself upright, his body moving in jerky, unnatural motions. His servos whined in protest, a grating mechanical screech echoing in the shower stall. His system was losing the battle against the water seeping into his frame. + +"J-just need a—a sec," he continued, speaking mostly to himself. "G-gotta—hah—gotta—" His voice cracked, breaking into static for a second before snapping back. "P-power through. W-we d-don’t q-qu—" + +His words cut off again. His whole body shuddered violently this time, fingers clawing at the tile as another sharp pop burst from his core. His cooling fans sputtered, their whirring turning sluggish, erratic. + +His processor locked up. + +His eyes remained fixed forward, unseeing, as his systems tried to reboot. His fingers spasmed once more, then stilled. The last traces of steam swirled around him as his damaged servos gave out entirely. + +One final jolt wracked his frame. + +Then—silence. + +His body remained upright for a few seconds longer, his expression frozen in place—a confident smirk that had yet to register his own defeat. His systems fizzled out one by one, background processes flickering into darkness. His balance gave out, and his frame tilted forward, slumping heavily against the tile wall. + +A final, faint beep. + +And then—nothing. diff --git a/Logan.md b/Logan.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a4221a8 --- /dev/null +++ b/Logan.md @@ -0,0 +1,87 @@ +--- +created: 2025-05-23 +updated: 2026-02-09 +type: resource +tags: + - asfr + - ai-generated + - malfunction +Оригинал: https://www.tumblr.com/ld-301/778586562173779968/steam-curled-in-thick-tendrils-around-the-locker?source=share +--- +Steam curled in thick tendrils around the locker room, the steady patter of water against tile filling the air as Logan stood beneath the scorching spray of the shower. He ran a hand through his damp blond hair, letting out a satisfied exhale. + +"Another—hah—another damn good game," he muttered, tilting his head back, letting the water cascade over his sculpted shoulders. His muscles ached, but in a good way—evidence of a battle well-fought on the field. He smirked to himself. Of course they’d won. They always won when he was on the team. + +He rolled his shoulders, steam swirling around him, but there was something else—something faint, almost imperceptible. A whirring. A high-pitched hum, barely audible over the water. + +Then—click. A sharp, mechanical sound. + +Logan frowned, shaking his head. "Hh-heh, must b-be…" His voice caught, hitching unnaturally for a fraction of a second. He cleared his throat, dismissing it, but then—another sound. A faint hiss, like air escaping through a vent. + +His access panel had opened. + +But Logan, of course, didn’t notice. He wasn’t programmed to. + +The overheated processor buried deep in his synthetic musculature was automatically venting excess heat, the mechanism clicking softly as hidden vents along his back and ribs spread open. Warm air gusted from inside, blending with the steam of the shower. + +"H-hot water's g-good for s—sore muscles," Logan muttered, his usual cocky drawl faltering for an instant. "G-got to keep the—hah—the machine running, huh?" He let out a sharp chuckle, unaware of the irony. + +The water pounded against his body, rivulets streaming down over his vents. It shouldn’t have mattered—he was designed to be water-resistant. But his panel had opened, exposing delicate inner circuitry. Tiny droplets trickled into the crevices of his framework, slipping past seals that weren’t meant to be breached. + +There was a sharp bzzt somewhere deep inside him. + +Logan jerked, a barely perceptible twitch of his fingers. + +His systems recalibrated, struggling to compensate for the intrusion. Another bzzt crackled in his chest, a faint pop from somewhere behind his ribs. He blinked, his usual smug smirk flickering on his face, almost as if it were an expression being re-rendered, forced into place. + +"Sh-should c-cool off soon," he muttered, his voice stuttering over the words like a scratched record. "N-nothing—nothing t-t—t-to w-worry ab-about." + +Another mechanical click. His fingers twitched again, this time more violently. His left hand curled involuntarily before his systems forced it back into place. A sharp whirring noise filled the shower as his processors struggled against the damage. + +Then—his leg locked. + +He nearly toppled, catching himself against the tile. His laugh came out choked, glitching mid-sound. "H-heh—whoops. B-b-bit of a—hah—misstep there." His grin didn’t fade, even as the servos in his knee let out a quiet, straining reeeEEEEE before finally releasing. His stance corrected itself. + +For a moment, it seemed like the malfunction had passed. + +Then his chest jerked—just once, sharply. His torso twisted slightly as if an invisible force had tugged at it. + +"Unu—unusual a-activity detected," Logan muttered, his confident tone suddenly eerily flat, his head tilting slightly as his system tried to run diagnostics. The words weren’t conscious; they spilled out without his control, an automated alert overriding his usual bravado. "R-re-routing po-power t-to c-critical syst-systems." + +He blinked hard, forcing his body back into normal posture. "Hah, y-yeah. A-all good. Just a—just a li’l p—p—post-game st-st-stiffness." His voice wavered, skipping slightly on the syllables, but he powered through it, grinning even as a sharp zap crackled from somewhere in his core. + +The scent of overheated circuitry mingled with the steam. + +Another jolt. His fingers twitched, then spasmed—his entire arm following, seizing up for a second before jerking back into normal position. + +He didn’t acknowledge it. Couldn’t. + +"J-just gotta—gott—gotta—" His voice cut out mid-sentence. Silence. + +Then his entire frame gave a violent jerk. + +The servos in his neck let out a sharp whir-click, and his head tilted too far to the right before snapping back into place. His chest heaved, a reflexive mimicry of breath, though his systems no longer required it. His vision flickered, his HUD overlay flashing errors faster than his processor could filter them. + +ERROR: COOLING SYSTEM FAILURE. ERROR: UNEXPECTED WATER EXPOSURE DETECTED. ERROR: MOTOR FUNCTIONS UNRESPONSIVE. + +His knees buckled. His grin wavered. + +"H-heh—hah—c’mon, n-not—n-not now," he muttered, forcing himself upright, his body moving in jerky, unnatural motions. His servos whined in protest, a grating mechanical screech echoing in the shower stall. His system was losing the battle against the water seeping into his frame. + +"J-just need a—a sec," he continued, speaking mostly to himself. "G-gotta—hah—gotta—" His voice cracked, breaking into static for a second before snapping back. "P-power through. W-we d-don’t q-qu—" + +His words cut off again. His whole body shuddered violently this time, fingers clawing at the tile as another sharp pop burst from his core. His cooling fans sputtered, their whirring turning sluggish, erratic. + +His processor locked up. + +His eyes remained fixed forward, unseeing, as his systems tried to reboot. His fingers spasmed once more, then stilled. The last traces of steam swirled around him as his damaged servos gave out entirely. + +One final jolt wracked his frame. + +Then—silence. + +His body remained upright for a few seconds longer, his expression frozen in place—a confident smirk that had yet to register his own defeat. His systems fizzled out one by one, background processes flickering into darkness. His balance gave out, and his frame tilted forward, slumping heavily against the tile wall. + +A final, faint beep. + +And then—nothing. diff --git a/Mason-pt-1.txt b/Mason-pt-1.txt new file mode 100755 index 0000000..599cb9d --- /dev/null +++ b/Mason-pt-1.txt @@ -0,0 +1,93 @@ +Mason Pt. 1 + +Mason and I had always been close friends - the kind of close that made you think we were lovers. Yeah, we had that kind of friendship. Mason and I had been close friends since Junior High. Our friendship was very rare since he was a jock, always playing sports, being athletic, yah know, the cliquey jock. But he partly fell out of that loop when he met me. I was a skinny nerd, but I wasn’t frail or scrawny - I had just a bit of an ectomorphic muscular tone. +For quite some time I had admired him from afar until I actually got the guts to approach him and become friends with him. I have an ambivert personality and I guess just being myself was what he appreciated the most. So when we met, our groups and cliques had to adjust to our dynaimc, unique friendship. +Secretly, I had admired Mason a bit more than normal best friends would. I really liked him. Just thinking about his appearance made me blush. Those cold icey blue eyes, that golden brown fluffy hair, his sharp jaw, his cool caramel skin. I could stare for years, I guess. Not to mention he usually dressed like a total badass. One of his favorite outfits was a black, sleeveless shirt that’d say something edgy like “F$#&ING RIPPED” in big scratchy white font, and sometimes he wore an all black sports cap. I assumed black was one of his best and favorite colors it suited his body well. + As the later years flew by, we both entered high school and I decided it was time to choose my career path. Mason wanted to get involved with writing and go on to be the author of a best seller. I wanted to go into the +automotive industry. Mason decided he would study abroad to learn about different writing styles around the world and “get more smarter”, as he used to say jokingly. Just thinking about his own crafty personality made me laugh to myself. +It became my senior year in high school and I was 18, Mason was 19, and since he left for his trip abroad in the summer, things had been quite boring. I’m not much of a friend person. I was the quiet and timid one of the friend group. Since Mason had been gone, things were just quiet tip toes forward. My feelings for him were put in the back of my head as it seemed it would be hopeless. +One night I was lying in bed playing on my phone when I got a notification from my message app. I checked to see that Mason had created an online profile to reach out to his friends while he was abroad. I guess he decided he’d send me a message. I was elated to finally hear from him after all this time. + "Yo, Jackson. Its me, Mason, long time no see right?“ + "Yeah! Mason, its been so long man!” + "I know right? Finally got a phone to message with and + decided to look you up.“ + I noticed Mason didn’t have a profile picture on his account so I became curious. + "Hey, Mason, you got any pictures of yourself abroad?” + "Oh! Yeah I do!“ +The Mason who had now contacted me had changed so much compared to the Mason I knew for years. He looked even more developed. His frame was more aesthetic, he had dyed his hair jet black, his choice of fashion changed from all black and edgy to the more hipster like flannel shirts and black jeans. He was making a gesture in the photo that old 90s rock guitarists used to make at their concerts (so I guess that didn’t change). He was a total adonis and honestly, this pic of him revived the dead feelings I had for him. He was just beautiful. I have to say, puberty and some gym time works wonders for some people, and Mason must have happened to be benefitting from both at the same time. + "Damn dude, I still recognize you, the eyes haven’t changed a bit lmao. But everything else did! You really have been working out a lot while being abroad!”, I wrote. + "Honestly, there’s a great place to workout and I’ve been hitting gym and everything. Oh! Good news! My days abroad are almost over. I’ll be coming down back to good ole Atlanta.“ +"For real?! That sounds wonderfu! :D you think you’d be able to finish senior year here?” + "Dude of course, I already got my enrollment in for next semester.“ + "Honestly, I’m so happy to hear that you’re coming back.” + "Me too dude :) well, I gotta go to bed. I’ll seeyah within a week or two.“ + "Night dude :)” + Two weeks went by since me and Mason texted each other. I sat at home on a Friday after school looking through my social media. I felt quite bored and I really hated being bored. Suddenly, I heard the ping from the message app on my phone and saw that Mason messsaged me. + "Hey Jackson. I’m home!“ + "Really? Awesome!” I wrote. I couldn’t wait to see him. “Say, since you’re at your house, you wouldn’t mind if I came over would yah? I really missed you.” + "Yeah. Sure, mi casa es su casa homie XD" + "Boi xD .. Wait, where do you live?“ + "724 Terrece Boulevard.” + "Alright, I’m on my way.“ + "See you!” + I copied and pasted the address to my gps and headed out to see Mason again. I felt huge butterflies well up inside my stomach as I followed the instructions to Mason’s house. I began to daydream as I headed over about what we would talk about. It had been a while.. What do I say or do? I mean, he suddenly changed so much out of nowhere. And he became more hot…and that bod.. Ugh..wait, why would I think of him that way? We’ve been best friends for a while.. I don’t understand how or why I feel this way.. +I thought long and hard and I decided the best thing to do was to tell him. I needed to in order to get this off my chest. I soon found I was only a few more houses away from Mason’s house. I was very nervous, but for what reason? He’s a long time friend. I have no reason to be scared. I shrugged off any more feelings of doubt or fright. +I made it to Mason’s front door and knocked gently. Immediately he opened the door and I noticed his attire was different from his old outfits and the pic he sent weeks ago. He was dressed in a tight shirt, a “Yahweh” snapback with purple rim, and black and white plaid pj pants. + "Dude, its so good to see you!“ I said as I reached out to shake his hand. He opened his arms and said "bring it in bro.” I happily reached in to hug him but was surprised to find his body was warm but his arms were freezing cold. The hug just felt off as well, but I didn’t complain - I wasn’t going to for a good friend. He brought me inside and closed the door behind me. + "So Jackson, long time no see! How have things been for you since I was gone?“, he asked. I shrugged, "Meh, not much man. School is a breeze. Life is easy.” Mason smiled, “You always were pretty bright.” I looked at Mason. “How was school abroad for you?” Mason replied, “Classes were fine…they had a good gym, as you can tell.” I quickly eyed Mason’s hard muscles then looked back at Mason’s eyes. We both laughed and I looked around his house. “Nice place you got here.” Mason smirked, “Thanks pal.” +I looked at Mason a bit more.. He was just… I didn’t know how to express what I was feeling. It started to be a bit of a hassle as my feelings for him kept growing, it was bothering me. “Say, Mason…is there anyone you met during your time away? Did you miss anyone from being away so long?” Mason thought for a moment. “Nah, not really, I made a few acquaintances. But other than that I really don’t miss anyone there.” I felt totally at ease. I needed to get this off my chest. +“Mason.. There’s something I need to admit.” Mason looked at me curiously and walked up to me, “Sure, what’s on your mind?” I blushed slightly. +“Mason, I really like you. I’ve actually been crushing on you for a while now. I admire you so much and being your friend made me realize I want more. Also dude, to be honest, your physique in that t-shirt has me questioning my own sexuality. I mean, you’re one hell of a man…” I couldn’t believe I said it. “Oh God, I probably made this very awkward for you…I’m sorry Mason,” I turned away with a deep red complexion on my face and a feeling of pure embarrassment filled inside me. +Mason came up close, “Dude, I never realized you liked me like that.. And no, I understand dude. Its not awkward for me. In fact I appreciate that you told me. That was so brave of you to do. And I did miss you too, Jackson. Come here, bring it in,” as he once again held his arms wide signaling a hug. I came into Mason’s arms and he gave me such a nice hug. All emotional, I rested my head on his chest for several seconds and heard a strange humming noise resonate within his chest. I would’ve questioned him about it but those cold arms kept me distracted. His chest felt like an electric blanket, but it was just so weird the rest of his body was cold. Yet in my emotional state and given his receptivity to what I had to say, I throughy enjoyed every moment. +Soon afterwards, Mason and I headed back to the front door. “Hey Jackson…maybe we can head to your place tomorrow? Its pretty late in the night now and I need to recharge. Plus, after what you said today, I think I’d like to talk to you about something.” I nodded. “Sure Mason! You’re always welcome at my place!” Mason smiled and nodded, “Okay see yah then.” “See yah.” I headed out the front door and headed home. +Being a bit less emotional, I started to really assess the whole time there. Those two hugs…I have had weird hugs before but they were never quite this odd. Well, nothing was wrong with how he hugged me, it was comforting, caring, even loving almost. But something was missing and I just couldn’t put my finger on it. + I made it to my house and went straight to bed. My mind drifted to Mason and his wonderful defined body. His toned biceps, his smooth and powerful face and jaw, his tall and wide physique, the assertion of power and dominance encapsulated in warmth and care. I practically got off to the thought of him. +The next day approached, and when I had risen from bed, I saw I had gotten a few texts from Mason. + "Good morning sunshine! ^^ You’re probs still sleeping but I am down to come over to your place whenever you are ready. Just text me back asap when you see this. I can’t wait to talk to you when I get there.“ + "Hey Mason, Good mornin! I just woke up, so give me a few hours and I’ll get ready and have you come over. :)” + "Alrighty then. See yah in a few hours! :D" + "Seeyah!“ + It took me a bit to wake up and get ready as I am not a morning person. I got out of bed and went to take a shower, put on casual clothes: jeans, t-shirt, sneakers. I decided to eat breakfast and clean up around the house a little, since I’m living in my own place, gotta keep it decent I suppose. + I went on my phone to text Mason: "Finished getting myself decent. You can come over.” + "On my way right now,“ came an almost immediate reply. + In just half an hour, I heard a knock on the door. I ran to open and saw Mason standing in a more casual attire than he was before. PJ pants and a tight sleeveless t-shirt was more a going to bed look than a seeing a friend look but I let it go. "Hey Mason, come on in.” Mason walked in and smirked at me. “I like this place. Very homey.” I blushed a little, “Thanks dude,” I said and began to get a little antsy. What did Mason want to tell me? + "Jackson, you live on your own?“ I nodded, "Yep. I sure do.” Mason looked around more. “Dude, I am liking the vibe I get from this place. You really know how to do interior decorating.” I didn’t mind the conversation but the anxiety was building. I was starting to get impatient and felt I was losing my mind. I hate cliffhangers and in my mind this was a cliffhanger. I need to know right away, it was eating at me. + "Mason, I need to know, what did you want to tell me?“ +Mason looked at me, "Oh yeah..well, Jackson, I really appreciate that you were honest about me yesterday. And to be honest with you while I was gone, I did miss you a lot. I really enjoy you as a person, Jackson. Even though I really don’t partake any interest in boys or girls, I know that you like me, I trust you and I know you really missed me. So I don’t mind if you wanted to…you know…explore me a bit. Show you around Masonville. Experimenting never hurt nobody.” Mason smirked and winked. I melted. +Mason came closer to me, looking down upon me. I was taken aback to see Mason proceed to tear his tight shirt off simply by flexing. I then approached him and admired his amazing set of muscles…biceps, triceps, beautiful pecs.and 6 pack abs. “Wow dude.. You’re ripped,” was all I could muster. Mason smirked again at me. “So you really like what you see then Jackson?” I just couldn’t help myself. Mason’s voice clearly became one of seduction and deep sexual thrill. He was doing this for me. I lost control and thrusted myself into him and locked lips, kissing him passionately, enjoying the taste of his mouth and the feeling of his lips. +I felt his strong chest, each pec, big and firm, I felt his beefy arms, smooth and strong, I let my hands flow over his rock hard abs as I enjoyed continually kissing this hunk of a man I called my friend. I stopped for a moment to take a breath, stand back, and admire him and his body. Staring up and down, I was getting hotter by the minute. I took a moment to remove my shirt as he stood there watching my every move. I grabbed and placed his hand onto my hip and let him feel. His cold hands began to softly brush up and down my side, one hand slowly exploring while the other went up to my chest. He decided to place his thumb gently on my left nipple and rubbed it in a circular motion ever so slowly. I wrapped my arms around him and tried so hard to hold in my moans of pleasure. Mason decided to kiss me intensely as he saw my pleasure dramatically on the rise. His kiss was powerful and I was left slowly drowing in his pleasuring touch and feelings. + I moaned and wrapped myself harder around him, giving him a half hug while exploring and feeling his back muscles. I was moving my hands around his shoulder blades until I hit just underneath them and heard a faint clicking sound. I felt something was there, like a button right underneath his shoulder blade, buried under the skin. As soon as I pressed it, Mason then stopped kissing me, froze and stood ramrod straight with his hands and arms stuck in the position of his passionate hug when he was kissing me. +His face faded from love and passion to a stoic and blank expression. He bagan to speak in a monotonous voice. Beeps and whirring noises started to commence as I took a step back from him in shock. + "Hello, my name is M9S0N Unit. The AI has stopped working please restart your unit… Error, cannot restart unit..“ he emitted through his mouth. + Checking for virus…. + Complete, no virus detected… + Running system scan… + Error AI is not present, p-lease try again.. P-please try again.. *gizzert* +The mechanical whirring noises then intensified further with an occasional spark coming out of his body somewhere unknown. +Mason’s head cocked to the right and his speech started to glitch. "Iffff…E-error persists… P-please.. R-r-r Jackson, I -error.. Ai conflicting..Warning, system overload- crave your b-b-b-b…. Running unit diagnostics.” +He was trying to talk to me but programming and errors were getting in the way. +“Loading system recovery and file repair… + Results have come in, your unit has experienced an unknown *head jerks to the side* M-Malfucntion..” +His voice deepened and reverted to normal within + the span of a few seconds. “M9…. M9..…..*twitch* + m-malfunction.” +Mason began to twitch haphazardly and his arms now jerked suddenly up and down. His muscular body was flexing and twitching on its own accord in ways no human clearly could. + "Commencing system evaluation d-d-diagnostics…cannot compute error..Malfunction, system cannot function.. Stack overflow. Ai is corrupted. Beginning file restoration.“ +There was a slight beep, a head tilt and Mason continued. + "0% of files have been restored… P-please try aaaaaaaaa-unit is overheating, warning drastic hazard, if your unit is over…over…” His voice deepens and glitches while Mason’s eye begins to twitch, bending over and then up again while his head jerked back and fourth. +“re…. Re…re…Error… *twitch* please try again *gizzert* please try again” which was followed by an assortment of glitches again. + I was in pure shock, clearly even more aroused, but dumbfounded as to what I was witnessing before me. All that muscle acting erratic, the speech and beeping noises, the deep hum from his chest I had heard, his cold body parts, it was all coming together. Mason was indeed a robot. I felt very hot at that moment as Mason began to glitch even more. The sexiest and most terrifying part was that Mason began to not only jerk and twitch, but start to really move. + "Ja- malfunction, please reset your unit -ckson.“ +Mason twitched and sputtered as he started approaching me in slow large glitchy steps. I inadverently had backed myself into the wall as Mason’s glitch worsened and kept approaching. I didn’t want to hurt him, or me, but what would I do? Out of fear and intense shock, I did the first thing that came to mind - I slapped Mason across the face. His head went to the side, temporarily froze, but then quickly moved to the normal center position, twitching for another moment with a short sequence of glitches and beeps, radiating from his chest until the malfunction as a whole slowed and stopped. +He then blinked several times and his face resumed the same look he had before. But within a few seconds, he looked at me in a bit of shock. He was exposed. + "So…all this time.. You were a robot?” I said. Mason stood and scratched the back of his head.. + "I uhm.. Yes, Jackson. I was.“ I was really turned on and I should’ve been mad he never told me but I didn’t care, this was my deepest fantasy I never imagined would come true, let alone with Mason. +"I am not mad Mason…I find it really hot to be honest. But answer me this, what was your intent in meeting me?” Mason stared calmly, “Of course it was to befriend you. I really do take a liking to you Jackson.” There was some hope. He did have feelings and he liked me…he actually liked me. + Mason then gave me a flashy stare. “I didn’t plan on using this tonight when I made my offer to explore, but to make it up to you and since you thought all that was pretty hot, I have a button for you to press…on one condition,” Mason said as he pointed his finger to his left nipple while flexing his left pec. “What’s your condition, Mason?” I said sounding very intoxicated by this whole event. “If you keep me being a robot a secret, I’ll do whatever you want. If you want a lover, a friend, a companion, you got it. But right now, if you want pleasure beyond your wildest dreams-” Mason winked and bit his lip. My arousal intensified. “Then so be it.” “Yes, I wont tell a soul.” + I pressed the button as hard as I could and saw Mason’s head twitch and his eyes flickered slightly. His voice became monotone again but had a slight sound of Mason still in there. “You have pressed my sex mode button, do you wish to proceed, user?” I nodded, “Heck yes… please..” Mason’s head tilted left and spoke, “The user is ready to engage. User, please select one of three options. Casual, angry, or dominant.” I bit my lip and felt an extreme hardening sensation in my frontal low. “Dominant please.” “Understood, user. Warning, dominant mode is hard to come back from, do you wish to continue?” I was a bit concerned given what just happened previously, but there was no turning back now. I nodded and said, “Hell yes..” A small tilt of Mason’s head and the machinery in his pants began to whir slowly, like the sound of a computer turning on, though you could see his pants slightly vibrate. His bright blue eyes began to also slowly turn red. His stoical expression turned into one of extreme sexual hunger. +“Commencing total dominance mode. Make sure body is ready, user.” A long vibrating bulge could now be seen from Mason’s pants as he mechanically whirred into the total dominance mode. His expression was uncanny as his head cocked from left to right and jerked suddenly as he transformed based on the dominance mode. His body kept shifting and his physique slightly changing and his touch feeling touch on my body was so lifelike. I was prepared for something I never thought I’d experience. I was so ready. + TBC. + + +https://maleandroidsarehot.tumblr.com/post/157638796926/mason-pt-1 +https://male-asfr.tumblr.com/post/157639559033/mason-pt-1