#steampunk onceler

Crudler just came home from a long day at work.  He dragged his heels over to the living room couch and kicked his feet up on the coffee table.  Normally someone would chastise him for doing so, but he didn’t give a crap.  He just needed to relax.

Onciebot came in from the hall carrying a load of laundry.  “May I get you anything, Crudler?”

“Beer.” Crudler replied.

Onciebot left, no more than one moment later returning with a beer before leaving again.  Crudler popped open the beer and let the bottle cap drop onto the floor. He leaned back into the couch and took one big swig.

“Greedlerbot…”

Crudler glanced over to the workshop door, before lowering the beer from his lips.  He noticed the door was cracked shut, just a little bit.  He shrugged it off, thinking it was nothing.

“Greedlerbot, no… we have work to do…”

Curiosity getting the best of him, Crud got up, his aching bones getting the best of him as he groaned.  He crept over to the workshop door and peered inside, not moving the door an inch.

“Would you stop it?” Steampunk was brushing Greedlerbot’s arms off of him, but the robot kept placing them back around Steam’s waist.  After another attempt or two, Greedlerbot spun Steam around and pinned him against the blueprint desk.  Steam blushed, with nowhere to go, nothing to do but look up at Greedlerbot’s eyes hiding underneath those goggles.

Greedlerbot’s showed his sharp metal teeth as he gave a wicked grin, growing ever closer to his inventor, until they were chest to chest.  Steam looked down, blushing redder, the robot took a finger from his humanlike hand and pushed his chin back up.  A low whirr growled from the robot as his clawed hand brushed ever so delicately against Steam’s side, starting from his thigh up to his hip, leaving just a scratch on Steam’s vest.

“A-hem?” Crud stepped in.

Steam immediately ducked under Greedlerbot’s arms to escape his grasp.  “Oh, Crudler!  You are home early.”

“I’d say just in time,” Crud said, crossing his arms.

“It’s not what you think, I swear,” Steampunk said nervously.  “W-we were closing up shop for the night.  Right?”  Steampunk immediately grabbed an armful of blueprints and ran across the work shop with them.

Crud watched Steam fumble with his blueprints as he put them away, before turning back to Greedlerbot.  Greedlerbot had a broom in hand, sweeping the floor.  Crudler rolled his eyes before leaning back against the wall by the door, watching the two clean up.

Crudler wasn’t jealous, just… he didn’t know what to think.  He kind of knew that Steampunk must have been a lonely inventor back in the day.  And when you’re alone and can make a humanoid robot, well Crud could put two and two together.  He also couldn’t help but notice that, after he and Steampunk got together and began to fool around, Greedlerbot has been making some subtle hints to Steam when they were alone, or when the robot thought they were alone.

“Well,” Steampunk finished putting the last of his tools away.  “I’m going to wash up.  Greedlerbot, how about you start dinner?   Oh, and Crudler, I need to tell you about something.”

“Go ahead,” Crudler replied, following Steam out the door.

“I have to go out of town for a few days,” Steam explained.  “That invention I demonstrated at Truffula Inc.  Well, they loved it so much they want to debut it at the inventors expo this weekend.  If we get enough investors-“

“Say no more,” Crud replied, placing his hands on Steam’s shoulders and flashing a sweet smile.  “Go to the expo, wow some investors, change the world-“

“Make some money?” Steampunk chuckled.

Crudler laughed.  “Yeah, all that jazz.”  He placed a kiss on Steam’s lips.

~~

While Steam was gone, Crud would have to perform the daily maintenance on the robots.  Nothing major, just feed Greedlerbot his daily oil and make sure the robots didn’t run too hot.  He also had to make sure the robots were in shut down mode at night, but thanks to some new update Steam installed, the robots seem to shut down and boot up their own.  The only times Crudler would have to manually shut them down is when they were up past midnight.

Outside of work and maintenance, there was nothing for Crud to do but watch TV, check his tumblr, or watch the robots perform their daily chores around the house.  Crud mostly watched Greedlerbot, doing something random and mundane like clean dishes or vacuum or dust.  All the while Crud couldn’t help but fill his thoughts with images of Steampunk up late in his work shop, bent over a lab bench as Greedlerbot pounded and pleased his little ass.  Granted the thought of Steam losing control turned him on, but…

~~

Crudler woke up, tossed on some clothes and skipped brushing his hair and teeth.  Instead, he went straight for his morning coffee.  That’s usually how he starts his mornings off from work.  But, he would also have to check on the robots as well.

As he took his first sip, Crudler stepped down the hall to a small guest bedroom.  Well, it would be a guest bedroom, now it’s a room with two beds, barrels of oil, a generator, and a bunch of other things the robots may need, but Curdler couldn’t figure out.  He glanced inside to see Greedlerbot sitting up, probably just booting up for the day.  Onciebot was sitting on his bed, but his head was down and his eyes were dark and lifeless.  Looks like Onciebot didn’t boot up on his own this morning.

Crudler put down his coffee cup before fingering for a tiny behind the base of each of Onciebot’s antennae.  He held the buttons down until the gears in Onicebot whirred back to life.  Onciebot’s eyes lit up to that bright baby blue as he lifted his head back up.  “Good morning,” he stated.

“Good morning,” Crud replied, grabbing his coffee and crossing the room.

“Shall I begin the breakfast?” Onciebot asked.

“Nah, I’ll just grab a quick bowl of cereal when I feel like it.  How bout you make my bed or something?”

“Very well.”  Onciebot got out of bed and left the room.

Crudler took a gulp of his coffee before placing it on the floor.  He hooked up a hose to a barrel of oil before Greedlerbot picked up the other end of the hose and began to gulp down his daily intake.  Crudler picked up his coffee and leaned against the door to the closet where the robot’s clothes and extra parts were kept.

Crud watched as Greedlerbot sucked on the tube like it was a straw.  He watched as the gears in his cheeks moved with every gulp.  He seemed to have the mechanics of swallowing down, even with gears and metal instead of tissues and muscles.  “I bet you were designed to give a good blow job,” Crud thought aloud.

Greedlerbot rolled his eyes as he kept suckling on the feeding tube.

“What is the big deal anyway?” Crud kept thinking aloud.  “How great is a robot compared to the real thing?  Sure, you’re capable of daily tasks and computing, and you are handy in the work shop, I’ll give you that.  But what are you in the bedroom?  You’re just a sex doll with a vibrator attachment.”

Greedlerbot lowered the tube from his mouth just long enough to hiss.

Crudler simply rolled his eyes before taking down the last sip of his coffee.  “I get it.  Back in the day, when Steam was alone, he needed something to help him release.  He needed something to give him pleasure, I get it.  But he has a boyfriend now.  So, why taunt him with the idea?  Why egg him on?  What’s so great about fucking a robot anyway?”

Greedlerbot was silent, but visibly disgruntled, with this one sided conversation.  He crawled off his bed and went to put the tube away.

“Maybe I should find out?”

The robot simply looked at Crudler curiously.  Crudler had an eyebrow raised, with a curious smirk on his face.

“Well, why not?” Crud replied.  “Just one time, see what it’s like.  Steam won’t find out, right?  And besides, you’re just a glorified sex toy.  So it’s not cheating.  More like an… experiment.”

Greedlerbot rolled his glowing green eyes, not liking the labels Crudler has upon himself.  Nevertheless, he goes to the closet and opens the door.  He digs into the back of the top shelf before he pulls out a shoebox.  Inside was a shaft, about six inches in length, and lightly covered in fleshlike silicone.  Next to it was a small bottle of lubricant.

“Ah shit,” Crud spat.  “I’m gonna have to be the bottom, ain’t I?”

Greedlerbot grinned, as if teasingly asking Crudler if he’s going to back out.

Crudler sighed, “Fine.  If that’s how it’s gonna be.”  Crudler unbuttoned his vest and let it drop to the floor.  He just finished unbuttoning the top button of his shirt when Greedlerbot deliberately hissed at him.  “What?”

Greedlerb ot looked down at the shirt, then back at Crud.  He had a definitive, indignant look on his face.

“You want me to keep the shirt on?”  Crudler shrugged.  “All right.”

Crudler began to unbutton his trousers as Greedlerbot took off his jacket.  Just then, Onciebot stepped into the room.  “What is going on?” he asked curiously.

“Oh, Oncie, bad timing.” Crud explained, “We’re going to do an experiment.”

“What kind?” Onciebot asked.

“We’re going to… I’m going to let Greedlerbot fuck me,” Crud replied flatly as he let his pants fall to the floor.

“Oh, may I watch,” Onciebot asked curiously.

“Sure, why not?”  Crudler let his boxers fall around his ankles before he approached the bed.  He sat down on the bed, the blanket was uncomfortable and itchy.  But they’re robots, how would they know what good sheets feel like?

Crudler moved to the head of the bed, his back against the firm pillows, as Greedlerbot continued to undress.  He took off his shirt to reveal a small panel on his left chest.  He lowered his pants to the floor, as he stood Crudler saw a small plate on his crotch.  Greedlerbot took the shaft out of the box and screwed one end onto the plate. 

Crudler couldn’t help but grin.  Detachable genitalia.  Knew it.  Fucking knew it.

Greedlerbot gave the shaft a few tugs, making sure it was attached firmly.  Crudler broke out into laughter, but he tried to stifle himself when Greedlerbot gave him an angered look.  “Sorry, sorry,” Crudler snorted.

Greedlerbot reached into the box and pulled out the other component, the small bottle of lube.

“Oh, right, this thing.”  Crudler sighed, “Okay,” as he grabbed his ankles and pulled them up to each side of his head.

Onciebot was surprised as he drew closer to the bed.  “You are very flexible.”

“Oh, thanks,” Crudler replied as if it was nothing.  “Just so Greedlerbot can have better access to my a-aahhn.” Crudler was interrupted as Greedlerbot’s slick, humanlike fingers slipped into Crudler’s anus.

“You know a lot about this?” Onciebot asked Crud.

“You can say that.”  Crudler gave a pleasing grunt as he can feel himself stretch.  “I was a whore for some brothel.”

Greedlerbot paused, his fingers spread apart, as he glared at Crudler judgingly.

“It was before I met Steam!” Crud gasped.  “It was a long, hard time ago!  I needed the money!”

Greedlerbot dropped his judgment, mostly, as he pulled his fingers out.  Crudler moved his hands down to behind his knees, letting himself relax a little as his legs bent.

“What is that?” Onciebot asked.

“What is what?” Crud replied.

“A brothel?  A whore?  What is all that?”

“Oh, well, a brothel is a place where you go to have sex with whores and whores are people you have sex with.”  Crudler paused as he heard a slight vibration.  He looked over to see Greedlerbot had pressed a button on his chest panel, causing the shaft to vibrate softly.  “Hold on a sec, Oncie.”  Crud looked Greedlerbot straight in the eyes.  “Okay.  I’m ready.”

Greedlerbot nodded, wrapping his sharp metal hand in some of the bedspread.  He placed each hand on Crud’s hips, and, slowly, he slipped the shaft inside.  Crud gave a gasp of uncomfortable relief as he felt himself get infiltrated, inch by ever-so-slowly inch.  He exhaled as he finally felt the robot’s hips against his.  “ooh-h,” escaped Crud’s lips as he felt the little vibrations faintly tickle that perfect spot inside himself.

“Are you okay?” Onciebot asked.

“I’ve had harsher penetrations.”  Crudler felt that shaft slip in and out at a slow yet steady pace.  “Taking it easy, are we?”

“Is that okay?” the innocent bot asked.

“I’ve had worse.”  Crudler closed his eyes and relaxed his head into the firm pillow, Onciebot knelt down by the bed, right at Crud’s eye level.  “As a whore, back in the day… I’ve had all kinds.  Easy, hard, deeper, faster… ahhn… good, bad…”

“What’s it like?”

“Firm… warm… ah, pleasing… sensation, pulsating… mmh…”

“Like electricity running through your body?”

“Uh, sure.”  Crudler told Greedlerbot, “Pick it up a little, would you?”  Crudler gave a grunt as he felt Greedlerbot thrust a little faster, feeling that shaft just deep enough to rub over that perfect spot.  “ahhn, yes… yess…”

“Good?” Onciebot asked.

“Ahhn, fuck yeah…” Crudler lay in the sheets, feeling himself brush against the scratchy sheets with each buck.  “With a human… it’s the same result but, mmh… different feeling… ahh, yeah…”

“What’s it like?”

“warm… wet… mmh… hot… ahh… ahhn, god… tight… firm… yes… ahhn, more…” The vibrations picked up, making Crudler moan louder.  “Ahh, fuck yeah!”

Greedlerbot couldn’t help but smirk.

“Master Crud, something’s happening.  Your appendage.”

“What?”  Crudler lifted his head and looked down at his dick beginning to lift and harden on its own accord.  “Oh, that’s just my cock.  It’s… reacting to the pleasure.”

“Where do you put that?”

“In an ass or a vagina,” Crud replied.  “… mmh… but since I, ahh… am the one being rammed… ahhn, it has to be… ahh, ahhn, taken care of.”

“How?”

“I’ll… I’ll show you…” Crud let go of his legs, letting them drift up against Greedlerbot’s chest.  Crud grabbed loosely onto his cock with one hand and slowly began to pump.  “You just… pump it… slowly at first… tease it a little… until it’s… ahh… ahh… ahhn… harder!”

The bed shook underneath as Greedlerbot slammed a hard thrust deep into Crudler.  Crudler screamed out a moan as he began to pump his cock faster, brushing his fingers over the tip to paint his cock in that glistening fluid.

“You are leaking lubricant,” Onciebot commented.

“We humans call it cum,” Crud explained.  “We ejaculate it… mmh, when we orgasm…”

“What do those words mean?”

“… explode.”  Crud gripped his cock with both hands, his ass muscles squeezing with every other pump.  His eyes were closed tight to keep the sweat out as his face pooled with heat and blush.  “Harder… faster, bitch… give me all you fucking got!”

Greedlerbot gave a wicked grin as he cranked the dial all the way.  His vibrations exploded to life, shaking Crudler to the core.  He screamed like the bitch he was… the bitch he is now, fuck it’s been so long.  He hated being the bottom but… oh fuck, yeah.

“Yes!!  Yes!!  Ahhn, fuck me!”  Onciebot watched in awe as Crudler feel into a pleading, squirming mess thrashing against the sheets.  “Fuck me raw!  Don’t be afraid to break me!  I won’t break bitch!  Mmh, yes!  Oh, ahhn!  Ahh, fuck!!”  Crudler could hear the headboard pound against the wall, the bedsprings squeal for mercy as they pinch against his back.  “Yes, baby!  Fuck me, daddy!  Fuck me, fuck me hard!!  Yes!!”  He could feel his hand tremble as it quickly releases from his cock and squeezes onto his balls tight.  “Do it to me, daddy!  Do it to me!”  The vibrations pulsating in his ass, the electricity racing through his body, the veins throbbing in his hard, wet, hot cock.  “Yes… yes… yes!!”

Crud’s cock exploded with white hot fluids, splashing Greedlerbot’s crotch and painting Crud’s still pumping hands.  Crud squeezed and pumped his way through the orgasm, holding on with all he has left, before slowing down and letting his hands fall to his sides.  He gasped for breath, for energy, feeling his ass being impaled with merciless delight.

“… oh god… oh god… oh god, do you ever fucking stop??!” Crud finally snapped.

Greedlerbot stopped in mid thrust.  He looked down and was shocked by the white hot mess drenched over Crud’s crotch, before the robot gave a pleased smile.

“… you can pull out now.” Crud gasped.

Greedlerbot pulled out, then left to go get some towels to clean up the mess.  Crud was left on the bed, motionless, powerless, nothing above a hot quivering mess.  After a long moment, he finally fluttered his eyes open, gazing into Onciebot’s eyes.

“Well,” Onciebot said.  “That was… informative.”

“Ohh yeaah…” Crudler barely grinned.  “And that’s… just for… starters…”

“You mean there’s more?”

Crudler chuckled.  “I love a good virgin.  Maybe… maybe next time… we can… invite you…”

“I can?  How?”

“Do you have a vibrating cock?”

“No.”

“Fuck.  How about blow jobs?  Can you suck your lips?”

“Like this?”  Onciebot round his lips and made a sucking type motion, or at least the best he could with the gears in his jaw.

Crudler grinned a weak, lecherous grin.  “We’ll… give it… a shot…”

Greedlerbot returned with some towels and began to wipe off his crotch and shaft.  After putting his shaft away, he began to wipe off Crud’s crotch.  “Oh, ahhn… “ Crudler moved his weak, sore body to a sitting position and placed a hand on Greedlerbot’s shoulder.  He moaned out of soreness, but once Greedlerbot wrapped his towel covered hand around the cock Crud began to moan in pleasure.  “Keep going… mmh… no, it’s okay, I’m fine, keep pumping…”

Onciebot watched Crud begin to quiver in anticipation.  “Again?”

“Oncie… get over here,” Crud demanded through his grunts and moans.

“Yes?”

Crud shifted his position on the bed.  “Get your fingers… slip them in…”

“In where?” Oncie asked, stepping closer to the action.

“In here!” Crud grabbed Oncie’s hand and slipped a finger into his ass.  He moved Oncie’s hand back and forth, gasping and groaning as he felt the metal finger tip press against that perfectly sore spot.  “Yes!  Ahhn… fuck yes… oh, god you two… Steam is a fucking genius!”

Greedlerbot gave out a whirr of gears from his throat, almost like a deep, satisfied laugh.

~~

The next two days was nothing but pure, unadulterated promiscuity, all in the name of experimenting.  Sure, half the time they’d be sleeping or Crud would be at his work while the robots did their daily chores.  Outside of that, Crud would invite the robots to the bedroom, the living room, the laundry room, basically any random room of the house for a demonstration of how far they can go.  Onciebot was just pleasantly informed of human mating, human pleasure, and stories of Crud’s days at the brothel.  Greedlerbot, well, he just enjoyed how much he can turn the high and mighty Crud into a quivering little bitch.

That last night the three were on the floor in the basement, completely stripped except for Crud’s shirt.  At their feet were a sex toy or two and a few pieces of bondage, in Crud’s teeth was a nice cigar cause, damn, did he need one at the moment.  Onicebot was listening to Crud regale him of brothel stories and sex positions, while Greedlerbot was simply laying there watching the two.

Eventually Onciebot fell into sleep mode and shut down, curled up beside Crudler.  After a good ten minutes of silence, and the last puffs of Crud’s cigar, Crud looked over at Greedlerbot.  “Don’t give me that look.”

Greedlerbot just stared at him with a smug smile.

“Yeah, that one.  Don’t think just because you’ve split me in two, that means you can fuck Steampunk again.”

Greedlerbot glared at Crudler and gave an awful hiss.

“Look,” Crudler put the cigar out on the cold concrete floor.  “I still see you as a glorified sex toy.  Granted, a fucking awesome glorified sex toy.  But… Steam has a boyfriend now.  And, he’s the kind of guy that’s monogamous.  Hell, I stopped fucking others after we had our first time too.”  Crud saw that judging eye Greedlerbot gave him.  “Hand to god, I have never fucked anyone after I started fucking Steam.  Well, any human, cause, like I said… glorified sex toys,” he said, motioning to Greedlerbot and Onciebot.

Greedlerbot still gave a glare, but he also gave an exhale in defeat.

“Look, I’ll admit, this time together was awesome,” Crud began, “but, I’m not so sure… I mean, damn, Steam’s a monogamous kind of guy and he made you?  Damn.”  Crud thought for a moment.  “How bout a deal?  If you can get Steam to open up a little in… experimenting… maybe we can keep this going.”

After a moment or two, Greedlerbot gave a shrug, followed by a smile.

“That’s a good bot.”  Crudler placed his finger between Greedlerbot’s eyes.  After ten seconds, Greedlerbot powered down for the night.  “Get some sleep, cause damn do I need some.”  Crudler tucked Oncie’s crumpled trousers under his head for a pillow before going to sleep.

~~

Crudler woke, he gave a loud yawn and a big stretch as he sat up.  It took him a moment to realize that he was no longer curled up between two robots in the basement.  He was now in his pajamas, tucked into he and Steam’s big bed in their bedroom.  He glanced over at the clock on the nightstand to see that it was early in the afternoon.  He smiled.  Outside of being sex toys, those are some fine good robot helpers.

“Greedlerbot?” Steam called from downstairs.  “Greedlerbot, can you pass the wrench?  Greedlerbot… Greedlerbot, what are you doing?  Greedler, stop that- what are you… oh… oh… ahh…”