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He wondered if it was just this specific android, or if all androids had no sense of decency. Not that Hank had any room to talk; camping out outside a person’s window to watch them masturbate on their couch was deranged behavior. Worse, even, was that he planned on capturing the act on camera so he could watch it at any time for his convenience.
But this house, this particular android— it was like the man in the house had been designed for him specifically. Pretty boy who didn’t have the sense to close the curtains when he wanted to get freaky in the living room. And with a fence keeping Hank from being spotted by the neighbors… Well, he was pretty confident nothing would go wrong.
Hank adjusted the front of his jeans. He was half hard already, just from the anticipation of his little show starting.The pretty boy android had finished showering, presumably, and had put on a pair of loose boxers before he relaxed on the couch. Hank had a pretty good angle from where he was on the side of the house. Some of the good bits might be obscured, but it wasn’t all just plug and play. The bits weren’t the important part, though they were nice to look at. It was the voyeuristic nature of what he did, the way he could view these private, erotic moments for his own pleasure.
Seeing the pretty android’s pussy was nice. Watching him play with himself as if no one was watching was a treat. He doubted whoever was lucky enough to be fucking this android got to see half the shit he did. An extensive collection of toys, multiple genital components, and his tendency to marathon his masturbation habits. No, this was all for Hank, whether the android liked it or not.
Hank watched as the TV clicked on. He couldn’t quite see what was playing from the angle he was looking, but he imagined the android was watching porn. What kind of porn would an android watch? What kind of porn would this android watch? Maybe he got off on the idea of big bears like Hank destroying skinny twinks like him. Hank would rail that pussy, fuck him deep until he cried either for more or for Hank to stop. But not before making the pretty boy masturbate for him. Pose for nice pictures, too. Legs open, pussy spread, hole leaking. Holes, even. Androids could get their assholes wet too, right? Hank didn’t know, personally. He’d never fucked one. Just fantasized about it. About this particular one.
He watched the android slip his boxers off and let his legs fall open. Hank imagined what it’d be like to be between those legs. Fuck his pussy, then shove it in his ass, then back to his pussy. No mess, no need for extra lube. Just using those holes the way they were meant to be used. Hank would bet money a Cyberlife brand fuck-hole would gape better than any human hole could. Horny old fucks like Hank had to be the ones to design them, after all.
Hank watched the android spread his legs impossibly wide, feet planted firmly on the couch cushions. He made it look so casual, the way he reached down to rub his fingers against his cunt.
Cursing under his breath, Hank took out his aching cock. He teased himself with his left hand, and with his right, he took out his camera; it was a cheap thing but it did its job. He hit the record button before the pretty android even had the chance to slip a finger in.
Hank wanted to make the most of this. That included capturing that first moment of penetration.
The android seemed content to do little more than tease at the moment. Not unexpected, knowing his habits. And Hank very much did know his habits at that point. He watched whatever he’d put on the television, rubbing lazy circles around his clit and toying with his entrance. Hank spotted him reaching lower, circling his rim as well. Hank couldn’t help but huff a laugh. That kind of night, he thought. Soon enough that pretty boy would be stuffed full of fake, silicone cock in both holes.
Hank bit back a groan when he saw that slender finger finally dip into his hole. He didn't want to catch his own moaning on the recording; nothing was more repulsive than his own grunting in the background of otherwise fantastic spank bank material. Hank cupped his balls, gritting his teeth and trying to keep the camera steady while he watched the pretty boy delicately probe his cunt.
It was a struggle for Hank to keep his hands off his cock, watching him. He wanted to touch himself and leave his spend all over the siding of the house. But he was too old to pump out more than one orgasm, and he didn’t want to waste it. He watched the android pull out one of his toys and start to stretch his pussy, fucking himself slow and hilting the toy every time he pushed it in. Then he watched the android pull out an impressive looking plug, and bend over the couch cushions. Hank hitched his breath when he did; the android pressed his face into the cushion of the couch, sticking his ass up into the air - sticking his ass up so Hank had the perfect view of it, too. Hank zoomed in with his camera, getting the perfect framed shot of the pretty boy’s asshole and pussy. He could see both of them were slick with lube. Hank squeezed the base of his cock, letting out a slow breath. This was exactly the kind of position he wanted to take the android in. Ass and pussy presented to him, ripe for use. He could fuck that cunt and watch his cock stretch that hole at the same time that he fingered that ass open. Get it spread and spit inside that droid.
He was going to spend a lot of his time reviewing this footage.
He watched the android reach back to rub the pad of his finger against his rim, then sink it into himself. One finger quickly became two, then soon enough the plug took their place altogether.
Once the android had the plug inserted comfortably into his ass, he sat back into the position he’d been in before, with his legs spread wide. The dildo was quickly pressed back into his wet cunt, and the pretty android started fucking himself. Hard and fast, he pistoned the toy into himself. One hand around the toy to keep his needy hole full, and the other pinching his nipples or toying his clit.
Hank wondered what it was like to be an android like that, sometimes. Usually when he was through watching this one unwittingly put on a show for him. Because he watched the droid tense, arch his back and gyrate his hips like he was trying to get it deeper in him than was possible - and after his orgasm was done, he just kept going. No refractory period. No need to stave off orgasm like a sad sack human like him.
Sometimes he wondered how an android would ever stop.
Hank liked to imagine himself absolutely ruining this pretty android. Fucking him like he’d never been fucked before. Logically, he knew that he could never keep up. But the mental imagine of that boy split open on his cock, whining at how big Hank’s cock felt inside him - and sometimes, on Hank’s darker days, imagining how he’d cry when a filthy human fucked open his pretty holes - it stoked that arousal in Hank’s gut like almost nothing else.
Hank fucked his fist, watching the android approach another orgasm. The droid pulled the dildo out of his cunt and started furiously rubbing his clit, and Hank could see a stream of liquid spraying out of him and all over the coffee table in front of the couch.
Hank bit back a moan, his hand flying over his own cock. “Fuckin’ nasty,” he hissed, reveling in the sight before him. Fuck, he’d make that pretty boy lick up that mess, press his face down into it. Fuck that cunt from behind and get a grip on that hair— Hank hit his peak at the thought, groaning and leaving a mess on the house’s siding like he’d planned. He stroked himself through it, breathing heavy.
His camera was still pointed at the window when he came back to himself, but he knew he hadn’t had perfect aim with the lens as he was coming. He figured was unimportant; he got the moment that the android squirted on the coffee table like a whore, and that was the real prize to him. He hit the button to stop the recording, but as he did, he realized the android wasn’t on the couch anymore.
Probably went to get a towel, prissy little thing, Hank thought, though he pulled up the recording and skips to the end just to see what he missed anyway. Just in case.
His blood ran cold when he saw that the android had heard him. Not only that, but had seen him as he was coming. At the same moment he could see his hold on the camera falter, the droid made eye contact with the lens. And for the brief moment he hadn’t pointed the camera perfectly in the window, the android disappeared.
Hank shoved the camera in his jacket pocket and tucked his spent cock away— he wasn’t about to get caught there by the cops, peeping in a window like some pervert. And he was sure that droid was gonna call them.
He hustled to the front of the house, intending to disappear into the darkness; half the street lights didn't work, and he figured he could pull it off.
As he rounded the side of the house, two strong hands grabbed the front of his jacket, throwing him up against the siding of the house. Hank let out an oof, the wind knocked out of him. He found himself faced with the same android he’d just been watching, who was now studying him in turn. The android had thrown on a loose shirt and pair of boxers. They hardly looked like they belonged on the droid, with how they hung from his frame.
Maybe he IS into bears, Hank thought, though it was quite unhelpful now that he’d been caught.
“Like what you saw?” The android asked, sounding clinical rather than angry.
“Didn’t see anything. Was just out for a walk,” Hank replied.
The android cocked his head to the side. “I see. Well, I would be remiss not to invite you inside at this late hour. It can be dangerous, being out at this time,”
Hank furrowed his brow. “Uh, no— I think—”
But he couldn’t finish his sentence. He found himself being dragged inside with more force than he thought the lanky android could muster. The droid threw him down on the same couch Hank had just been watching him masturbate on; the coffee table still had a puddle on it.
“My name is Connor,” The android said. “I’m the android you’ve been peeping on,”
“I haven’t been—”
“Yes, yes, of course. You’re very innocent,” Connor waved him off. “Tell me your name,”
“...Hank,”
“Hank,” Connor repeated; he said it once more, as if he was testing out the way it felt in his mouth.
“Well, Hank,” Connor started, “since you so rudely interrupted me, I think it’s only fair you help me finish,”
“What?” Hank tried to stand up, but Connor pushed him down.
“You humans are all the same,” Connor sighed. He wrestled Hank down, forcing him to lay on his stomach. “Perverts.” He ripped Hank’s pants with little effort, exposing Hank’s ass to the cool air. “You all still seem to think we’re here for you,” Connor said.
Hank struggled underneath him, squirming to try and get out from his grip. “What the fuck are you doing?” Hank yelled. He could feel a bulge against his cleft. “You— you put on a dick to come get me?”
“Of course,” Connor said, succinctly. “I can’t fuck you with a pussy, now can I?”
“No, no—” Hank wrenched one of his hands free, and tried to pull himself up, but Connor quickly overpowered him again.
“You can’t cooperate, hm?” Connor sighed, sounding agitated. He dragged Hank to his feet once more. For a moment, Hank thought Connor would wrestle him down right there, press his face into the puddle the droid had left after he’d came. But the droid started pulling him to the bedroom. The room was well lived in, but Hank only had eyes for his final destination.
“Big bed for a lonely freak like you,” Hank spat. “Unless you force other humans into it a lot, plastic shithead,”
“Just you, Hank. You’re special,” Connor pushed Hank onto the bed, quickly finding restraints to keep him in place. Hank fought back, knowing that once he was tied he couldn’t get free until the droid was done, but it was no use. Hank was bound, laying on his front with his ass exposed because of his ripped pants. Connor hummed happily and reached into Hank’s pocket, pulling out the camera Hank had been using.
“A cheap model of camera,” Connor said, as if he was lamenting that Hank didn’t take more pride in his degenerate activities. “But it’ll do,” Hank yelped when he felt the android’s hand pulling at one of his cheeks, exposing his hole. He heard the camera go off once, and then the android spat on his asshole.
Hank grunted when a finger was unceremoniously shoved inside him. He grit his teeth when he heard the camera. “You can’t— you can’t fucking do this!” Hank yelled.
“Would you like me to call the police? I’m sure they’ll be very interested in the footage you caught outside my window,” Connor said, pumping his finger in and out of Hank’s hole.
Hank struggled against his bonds, but he understood his situation; it was mutually assured destruction, to be sure. They were both perverted criminals now, and Hank couldn’t bring down Connor without his own guilt being exposed.
But he could still get away under his own power, surely? He just had to—
“Fuck!” Hank yelled. Connor wasn’t taking his time with him; one finger turned to three with hardly enough preparation. The camera went off, quiet clicks sounding along Hank’s protest.
“You’re taking my fingers so easy,” Connor murmured. “I think your body wants this,”
“Fuck you!” Hank spat.
“Well, in a way I suppose, yes,” Connor murmured. Hank felt the droid straddle his legs, squirming when he felt hands on his asscheeks, pulling them apart. The noise he let out when he felt the droid’s tongue on his asshole was undignified at best and absolutely humiliating at worst.
“Stop! Don’t—!”
“Stop?” Connor asked. “You would prefer I penetrate you with no lubricant? Odd, but I suppose—”
“Wait,” Hank grimaced. He knew how much it would hurt if the droid went in dry; the humiliation of having this freak lick his asshole was preferable to being torn open.
“Wait?” Connor repeated, an amused tint to his voice.
“I—I want the lube,” Hank mumbled.
“You’ll have to be more precise when you tell me what you want,” Connor said, looking smug and satisfied with himself.
“I said I want the fucking lube, okay? You know what I mean!”
“More. Precise. Go on, Hank, or I will penetrate you dry instead,”
Hank scowled, shame burning inside him. “I want you to lick my asshole, you plastic piece of shit,”
Connor hummed. “I disapprove of your crude language, but I will oblige you. We’ll have to work on your manners next time,”
“Next t— ah!” That fake tongue was pressing against his rim again, and Hank could feel it dipping past that ring of muscle and pushing inside him. His hole was already loose, and it wasn’t hard for the android to fuck his asshole with his tongue. Pressing in over and over; Hank could feel whatever synthetic spit Connor had dripping down to his balls. He hated the way it made his cock twitch.
Hank gritted his teeth, realizing he’d been rutting against the mattress. As if he enjoyed being violated by the android. He didn’t need to be hard for this. He shouldn't be. But the android flicked his tongue against Hank’s hole and he pressed his cock into the bedding.
“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself,” Connor said, sitting back on his haunches. The camera sounded, and Hank tried not to think about what his hole looked like. Slick, pink, ready to be used… his cock twitched again.
“I’m not,” Hank lied. Connor was quick to respond, with a quick smack to Hank’s ass. The human hissed, the blow entirely unexpected.
“I like liars even less than I like peeping perverts,” Connor said. “We’re both guilty, aren’t we? I think there’s no harm in either of us being honest with each other,”
No harm, Hank thought, biting back a snide remark. As if the humiliation of his body enjoying the physical sensation wasn’t bad enough without saying it out loud.
Connor sighed. “Well, you may be too proud to admit it, but you won’t be able to keep quiet forever,”
“I ain’t got nothing to admit, android,”
“Please,” Connor rolled his eyes. “You know my name, I would hope you’d use it,”
Hank grumbled something that was unintelligible, and Connor shrugged. “I guess I do enjoy the fight,” He said, lining his cock up with Hank’s slick hole.
Hank’s struggle began anew when he felt the android’s blunt cockhead pressing aginst his asshole. He hissed when Connor pressed past his rim, and bit back his protest when he heard the camera go off again.
“Oh…” Connor gasped as he pressed his length into Hank’s body. He let the camera fall to the side, using both hands to hold Hank by the hips. “You feel so good, Hank,”
Connor pulled out just far enough for Hank’s rim to clench around the tip of his cock, then slammed his hips forward. Hank couldn’t help the noises that were forced out of him as the android fucked into him. It was quick and ruthless, the android using his body for pleasure.
“Hank… Hank!” Connor cried. “rA9, you feel so good around me, I can’t—” He draped himself over Hank, humping his backside like an animal.
Hank tried to take measured breaths, tried to keep from making any noise that would let on how good the fake cock felt in his ass— but then Connor hit his prostate dead on, and the most pathetic whimper escaped his mouth.
“Shit,” Hank mumbled, and Connor’s rhythm slowed.
“Oh, I knew you’d enjoy it, baby,” Connor panted, grinding his hips against Hank’s ass. “Humans are all whores, aren’t you? Slaves to your hormones,”
“I’m not— I’m not—” Hank groaned, though at the same time he pushed himself back against Connor, trying to get his cock deeper inside him.
“It’s okay, Hank. Your body wants this,”
Hank felt a hand tangle in his hair, and Connor’s pace sped up once more. The sound of their panting, the lewd sound of their skin slapping together— it filled the room. Hank could feel the pleasure building inside him.
“Fuck, fuck—”
“Close?” Connor asked, grabbing a handful of Hank’s ass. “Fucking asking for it, human,” Connor hissed, adjusting his angle until Hank cried out.
“N— no— no, fuck please—!”
Hank was so close, he could feel his body flirting with that edge. “I,” He gasped. “I need—”
“Need?” Connor laughed. “Tell me you love it,” Connor ordered. “Tell me how good you feel. Ask me to let you cum, you stupid fucking human,”
“I…I…” Hank squeezed his eyes shut. A loud smack echoed in the room as Connor slapped his ass again, and Hank gasped.
“Say it!”
“I love it!” Hank cried. “I’m such a fucking— oh, christ— I’m a freak, a– a pervert, peeping tom, and I fucking love android cock up my ass,”
“And?”
“And— and I want to cum! Please, please—”
Connor pressed Hank’s head into the mattress. “Good boy,” He groaned, thrusting in as hard as he could. “You get what you ask for,”
Connor fucked him hard and fast, reaching underneath him to grasp at his neglected, leaking cock. Hank moaned wantonly, spilling after three strokes of the android’s hand. He couldn’t see, but he knew once Connor pulled his hand away that he was licking his fingers clean.
Hank was on the brink of painful overstimulation when Connor finally finished, spilling hot synthetic seed inside him. Connor stilled, letting his cock pulse and fill him up, and kep his softening cock inside Hank until he couldn’t any longer.
Connor pulled out, and quickly reached for the discarded camera.
Hank shifted his hips, giving Connor a better angle to capture the mess he’d made of his asshole.
“So good for me,” Connor murmured. “All you needed was some cock, huh?” he grinned.
“Mhm,” Hank hummed. “Needed your cock, honey,”
The camera went off, and Connor put it to the side once more. He untied the restraints holding Hank in place, helping him turn over and propping him up on some pillows.
“I’m going to get you some water and a wet washcloth, okay?” Connor said, intending to get up. Hank caught him by the wrist.
“Gimme a few minutes, Con, okay?” Hank asked. “Just want to be close right now,”
“Of course,” Connor said, pressing himself to Hank’s side. He carded his fingers through Hank’s hair, taking a tentative scan of his vitals. “This wasn’t too much for you, was it?” Connor asked.
“Oh, baby,” Hank murmured. “This was everything I asked for,”
Hank got his few minutes, and then he let Connor dote on him the way he always wanted to after a scene like that.
And as soon as he thought he’d be able to get it up again, they’d be going through everything on that cheap camera.