Effie stowing away was both endearing and a pain in my ass. I’d need to keep an eye on the little asshole to make sure he didn’t try something on Warrick. I told him not to attack, but Effie did what he wanted to do, and what I wanted or told him to do or not do usually had zero bearing on anything. He could behave himself because he did it all the time when family or friends came over to visit. But those times were generally for just a couple of hours at most, and if he was being a really surly asshole, I’d literally shove him out the window. That wasn’t going to be an option in our current situation.
I was a tiny bit worried about how Effie would take me and Warrick screwing. There was a better than average chance that Effie would take the moans and groans to mean something other than deep pleasure and he’d attack Warrick. If Warrick was the one screwing me, and Effie heard those sounds, I could totally see him savaging Warrick. He couldn’t do anything to Warrick’s mechanical parts, but it wouldn’t take him more than a few seconds to figure that out and go for the organic bits. Hy’prae were ruthlessly efficient killers, finding the weakness of their prey and remembering it for future hunts.
Effie had never been in my condo when I had partners in my bed. A full-grown hy’prae growling and hissing at you was a giant mood killer, and since that’s usually what he did when he saw new people around me, I generally shooed him out and made sure he stayed out before bringing somebody home. Or I did the easier thing and went to my partner’s place to get my freak on.
Effie was just going to have to deal. I wasn’t looking forward to a sulky hy’prae, but I also wasn’t about to give up on fucking Warrick just to avoid Effie puking digestive juices into my shoes to show his displeasure with the situation. At least Warrick seemed to be taking everything in stride. Although, it was possible he didn’t yet realize what a pain Effie could be when it came down to us getting dicks into asses.
Warrick really was pretty fucking awesome. The gun fight in the docking bay had been hella cool, our nearly getting shot to shit aside. That thing he’d done with the mirror and holding his gun backwards to shoot and fucking nailing his target not once but twice was wickedly awesome and totally something out of an action vid. I knew it was a dangerous situation that we’d been in and not something for entertainment, but fuck, that had been super cool.
Warrick was busy stacking what was left of our supplies and said he was going to fix the inflatable pad. I was glad about that last bit as the couch was lumpy as hell, and I’d probably be more comfortable sleeping on the bare concrete floor. If I was really into sleeping as comfortably as possible, I could always ask Effie to build me a web hammock. It would take a considerable amount of coaxing and a ridiculous amount of constant praise, but he would eventually do it for me. It took him a while, though, to make something that big and sturdy and it pretty much wiped him out for an entire day when he was done. I was a bit annoyed with him for sneaking into my bag, but I wasn’t going to be a dick about it and make him do something that taxing just for my comfort.
While Warrick was sorting and repairing what he could of our stash, I was going through some of the systems of the prison. Setting us up to have management level access to the hydroponics bay was stupid easy. Honestly, whomever had written the code for that had to have been some grade school kit. The security protocols were laughable, and it’d taken me all of five minutes to get into the program, give us access, and change the security codes to something almost decent under the limits of the program. Even so, a first-year high school student with a respectable understanding of programming could hack their way into the hydroponics system on their lunch break using their wrist comm and still have time for a quickie screw before their lunch break was over because the security of the programming was that shitty.
Fine, there wasn’t much that was of strategic value in the hydroponics bay, so security could be lighter than say what there was for the server room. But when a relatively bright child could hack their way through what was supposed to be security, there was a problem, in my opinion. However, fixing the security of the hydroponics bay wasn’t part of my job. As much as it pained me, I didn’t start fucking around with it. I wasn’t gonna be paid any extra to fix that issue since it had nothing to do with fixing the security breach for take-offs from the facility.
The security camera that Warrick showed me that had been on a loop wasn’t the only one set up that way in the inmate free-roaming area. I found six others also set to loop a static recording of the area. I cut the loops and four of the six cameras went black. The two remaining cameras were heavily damaged, the video coming from them sketchy and partially obscured by cracked lenses. One camera wouldn’t pan at all and the other would only pan to the right and back to center. There wasn’t a lot to see, but some sort of video feed was better than no video feed in my books.
The cameras in the secure area were mostly working. There were a couple that were offline, but it seemed to be a programming thing and not a mechanical issue. I could fix programming issues easily enough. Mechanical problems would be tougher to solve. I was decent at basic repairs, but we hadn’t brought along anything to fix physical problems with the cameras in the facility. I could probably scavenge some parts from the stuff that had been shot up in the docking bay, but things like lenses or specific dedicated circuits, well, we’d be shit out of luck. It wasn’t a must-have thing to get all the cameras working, but it would be nice. Maybe Warrick could do something about the physical repairs to the cameras.
I had the cameras in the docking bay active at the moment and was panning the area. There didn’t appear to be anyone in the bay. At least nobody alive was in there. I could see a couple of bodies, the inmates not having bothered to cart the dead away. That was probably going to be good for Effie as far as food went. I didn’t like the idea of him wandering around the facility on his own. He was fine to go wherever he wanted by himself on Awh’an, but he knew the flora and fauna there, and the possibility of him getting shot was pretty low. Here, it was a new scenario, and I didn’t doubt for a second that the inmates would shoot him the second they saw him, especially after word got around of what went down in the docking bay. Of course, they’d have to see him first, and that generally wasn’t a thing when a hy’prae was hunting. But that also didn’t mean it didn’t happen.
I’d downloaded a map of the facility to my wrist comm and had plans to look at it more in depth later to get a general idea of the layout. I was sure Warrick had a map of everything in the facility downloaded into his head, which was great and useful. But if something were to happen and we were separated for some reason, I didn’t want to be running my ass into dead end corridors or storage closets because I had no idea where I was or how to get to where I wanted or needed to be. That would just be shit planning, and I was big on planning courses of action.
I flicked through the cameras that were working and saw a whole bunch of nothing. I hadn’t expected to see anything though. Whatever the inmates were doing, they were doing it where there was no video feed. The secure area that we were in appeared to actually be secure. At least for the time being, it was secure. I wasn’t all that optimistic about it staying totally secure. The prisoners knew we were here and could probably guess why, given the other teams that had been sent before us. Somebody on Team Psycho Killers had better than decent coding knowledge, and I knew it would only be a matter of time before an attempt would be made to try to breach the security of the room we were in or, at the very least, physically wiggle their way into the general secure area to try to pry us out. I was highly in favour of doing what needed to be done and getting the fuck out before that happened.
Finished with what I needed to do for now, I spun my seat around to watch Warrick. Gods, he was hotness given form. I wasn’t sure what I wanted for our first encounter. I knew I was going to get my dick sucked since he said he had an oral fixation. I was totally cool with that. I knew I was going to play with his nipples since I’d seen that he liked that. I totally intended to lick every inch of his skin that I could. Beyond that, I almost wasn’t sure what to do now that I knew sex would be a welcome thing with him.
If I was asked, I might say that I liked getting my dick into someone just a tiny little fraction more than having dick in my ass. It would be a super close call though, and there was even the possibility that my opinion would change depending on the day and whom I was with. I hadn’t seen what Warrick was sporting when I jerked off in the shuttle, but he had said that he’d been outfitted with a nice unit. I wondered if his dick would be mechanical like his chassis, which would be kinda kinky cool, or if it would be like an organic cock, which had its own aesthetic appeal. I wondered if balls were part of this unit he’d been kitted out with or if there was just a cock. If he had balls, was there any sensation in them or were they just decorative? Would he like me playing with them or would it be a wasted effort?
As far as his ass went, there was obviously going to be some differences right off the top between his chassis and flesh. Flesh had give and obviously all kinds of nerves to register things like the light touch of fingers or the squeeze of those same fingers to a muscled ass cheek. Kisses and light bites would be felt on flesh, too. I wasn’t one hundred percent sure, but that sort of thing probably wasn’t part of the sensor array in Warrick’s chassis. He could likely detect pressure at a certain level if only to make him aware of any damage or obstacles to his chassis, but I had serious doubts those sensors would translate to the arousing touch of someone during sex.
He said he had sensors in the unit he’d been fitted with and in his ass that allowed him to feel pleasure when he was fucking or being fucked, and I was intensely curious about that. I didn’t want to be all weird and kill the sexy times mood by examining closely whatever he had that simulated an asshole. Unless, of course, he had some kind of medical kink and would enjoy that. When we got down to cock-into-ass, did he need to be loosened or would his quasi-hole just widen to accommodate whatever size of dick was going in? Was lube necessary or did his hole self-lubricate?
Stars, I had so many unsexy questions about sex with him.
“Can I ask you some sex type questions specific to you without making you feel all weird about it?” I asked Warrick.
He looked up from what he was doing to repair the inflatable pad. “Certainly. Especially in light of the fact that we’ll be having sex at some point. Correct me if I’m wrong, but to the best of my knowledge, based on the data I have on you, you’ve never had sex with any cyborg before so you likely do have pertinent questions. Ask away.”
Awesome. I rolled the chair closer to where he was doing the repairs and watched as he cut pieces from the bullet-shredded mat and set them aside. I wasn’t sure where to start the questions, so I figured I’d just blurt them all out and let him figure out which ones to answer and how he wanted to answer them.
“You said you’d been installed with a nice package. What, exactly, did you mean by that? I don’t mean dimensions, although if you want to tell me before I see the goods, that’s cool. Is this a mechanical dick? Or does it look real? Just a dick? Or are there balls involved in this, too? Are they just for looks, or do you get sensation from having them played with, too? You said you get pleasure out of sex. How does that register for you? When you come, assuming you do come, what happens? What about taking a cock? Do I play with your ass to loosen you up, or does your chassis adjust to whatever is stuffed up there? Is lube required, or is there self-lubrication in your ass? What sort of sensations do you get from taking a cock? Do you have a preference either way?”
Warrick raised a brow at me and smiled. “You’ve certainly been doing some thinking.”
“Well, yeah. As you pointed out, I’ve never had sex with a cyborg, and I’m really a giver in bed so I like to know I’m pleasing my partner. This is totally new, totally cool territory for me. I want you to enjoy sex with me. That’s super important to me.”
Warrick moved from the crouching position he’d been in to the sitting-without-a-chair thing he’d done earlier when he’d been checking the cameras. That was fucking neat as hell. He slid one of his feet to the side, making his legs spread. The rounded cup that was at his crotch retracted into his groin, and then a very real looking cock and balls flopped out. Wicked.
His cock and balls were completely hair-free, and the skin was just as bone white as the rest of his skin. The head of his cock was flushed the most delicate of pink, and I immediately wanted to lick it. I watched in fascination and growing arousal as his cock firmed. When he was fully hard, I had to admit that he did indeed have a very nice package. Damned if it didn’t look real as hell, too. I was going to love taking that equipment up my ass. The only weird thing I noticed was that despite him having a gorgeous boner, there was zero scent of arousal from him. That was kinda cool but a bit confusing and even a little unsettling at the same time.
“This is, for lack of better phrasing, a mechanical dick and balls. I can be hard for as long or short a time as my partner wants or needs me to be. I will feel pleasure from stimulation of both cock and balls, and yes, I will orgasm from stimulation to them. There is a release of fluid but it’s not actual ejaculate. It has the same consistency and taste though. My ass is not self-lubricating, and while I can take a cock without any stretching, it’s not something I enjoy as it does hurt to be taken without any prep.”
“Wait a second. You’re telling me that your chassis is designed to allow you to be fucked without stretching your ass but that you feel pain when that happens? That’s seriously sick shit, Warrick, and a major design flaw in my opinion.”
Warrick looked at me, conflict in his eyes. He pressed his lips together briefly before seeming to come to some decision. His cock went limp so fast it was a little boggling and the metal cup part slid back over his groin covering everything back up.
“Moswen said to be honest with you and to go with my gut. He learned something about me when he took me into the Dream World, and he said he’d leave it up to me whether or not I shared that information with you. He said he didn’t think you’d be repulsed but that he couldn’t say for certain, which was a fair statement.
“You know there’s some things I can’t reveal to you with regards to the design of my cyborg parts as that is proprietary information. I also can’t disclose information about my programming or details of the wet-wear in my head. The organic parts of me, however, are pretty much fair game for discussion since organics are more or less a universal constant for a lot of species. Because of the questions you asked, I think I need to reveal more to you about myself than I’ve ever voluntarily revealed to anyone not part of the Daquan cyborg program. There’s nothing that stops me from telling you what I’m about to, except my reluctance to see your reaction based on past experience.”
“That’s not exactly filling me with all kinds of confidence for what you feel like you need to say, Warrick.”
“A previous reaction from someone outside of the project was... harsh. It was my first experience with someone outside of the project learning more about me than is apparent at first glance. How much would you say of me is organic? Rough percentage is fine.”
“Twenty-five percent at most,” I answered. I had no clue where he was going with this.
“I’m actually fifty-nine point two six percent organic. I’m fully organic down to my pelvis. We’ve been genetically tweaked to bred true every time without legs since they’re not necessary to our function as cyborgs. Having a full torso and pelvis allows for us to eat regular diets, swap in and out of any chassis without the need of life sustaining machines between transfers, and for the collection of prime genetic breeding material, sperm from the males and eggs from females, instead of relying on clones, which have some problems with health, aging, and remaining stable the more times they are cloned.
“The reason anal will hurt if I receive no prep or lube is because you’ll actually be pushing your cock into my organic ass through an opening in my chassis. I have a narrow, short tube roughly three inches long inserted into my rectum while I’m in my chassis for voiding solid waste. The tube will widen for anal sex since it’s quite flexible, but if my ass is forced wide suddenly, the tube automatically pries my ass open as far as is required, and that is painful. And before you ask, yes, I do have an actual cock and balls, too. I’ve got another tube in my urethra going into my bladder for voiding liquid waste while in my chassis. When I’m aroused and in my chassis, because of the catheter, I’ll have a retrograde orgasm where my sperm ends up in my bladder instead of leaving my cock. It’s not painful or dangerous in any way to me. It feels mostly the same as a regular orgasm just not quite as intense. It’s still very pleasurable.”
I stared. Okay, I did not see that coming. My mind latched on to the information that he was whole to his pelvis and could swap in and out of his chassis without needing a surgical bay to do it. That was cool as hell, and all kinds of new sexy-fun-times opened up in my head. I still wanted to fuck him as he was now, but I was also suddenly excited to find out that I could fuck him without his chassis. I wasn’t sure why he felt reluctant to tell me about having more organic bits than I thought. There had to be something I was missing.
“That is wicked as fuck. Why would you not want to see my reaction to what you just told me? When can we have sex without your chassis? Stars, that would be like icing on an already very tasty cake. Or are you not comfortable with that? Don’t agree to it because I want to. You need to want to have sex as just two organics, too. For the record, I would flat out love to be able to suck your cock and rim your ass. The mechanical parts of you are super cool, but I want to experience all of you if I can.”
Warrick was staring at me like I’d suddenly grown another head and it was firing lasers out of its eyes. I didn’t think there was any kind of language issue causing his confusion and shock since I was speaking Common. Maybe it was a cyborg cultural thing, and I’d stepped over the line by asking to sex up just his body. Maybe it was some sort of deeper relationship thing for cyborgs or something. Had I just offended him on a grand scale? Maybe I should ease up on teasing Moswen about his sucking at the alien species interaction thing. It was apparently harder than I assumed even when you’d done your homework on the alien culture you would be interacting with.
Shit. Damage control time.
“I didn’t mean to offend you or step over any line. I’m really sorry about whatever I said. Tell me what I said that was wrong, and I won’t make that mistake again, I swear it. I brushed up on some Daquan cultural things before leaving Awh’an, but there was literally nothing anywhere that I could find about cyborg culture or customs, so I’m kinda groping around in the dark on that side of things. How pissed are you?”
“I’m not pissed about anything. And there’re no cyborg customs or culture. We’re property. You just.... I wasn’t expecting you to ask if we could have sex with me out of my chassis with you knowing what to expect of my organic parts. You’re not disgusted at the thought of seeing me as incomplete?”
“Incomplete? Now I’m confused. How could you be incomplete if you just told me you’re genetically bred to be the way you are? Unless you feel incomplete when you’re not in your chassis? Is that it?”
“No. My chassis is a tool. This one is my favourite, but it’s still only a tool that allows me to do things quicker and better than if I were without it. The previous experience I mentioned had me needing to do an emergency exit from a heavily damaged chassis that was partially trapped under some rubble I couldn’t move. The client I was protecting at the time was horrified and disgusted when I exited the chassis.
“I needed to complete my mission, which was to protect him at all costs. Help was coming and I only needed to safeguard him for another ten minutes or so before backup arrived. I went to him and tried to cover him as best as I could with my body. I was still capable of shielding him physically, and I could still fire my laser pistol. He shoved me away from him, called me a disgusting abomination, and threatened to blow my head off if I came near him again. I disarmed him, we struggled, and he managed to get me in a compromising position since I was not at optimal performance due to taking a glancing blow from a steel beam to the back of my head. My backup found him straddling me, trying to smash my head in with a fist-sized chunk of fallen concrete while screaming about me being a belly-crawling demon spawn. Fortunately, our bones are quite dense and reinforced with metal mesh, but it still hurt like fuck and took a month for all the swelling, bruises, and cuts to heal.”
“Holy shit! That is just all kinds of wrong. I hope like hell there was some kind of retribution on the guy for doing that to you.”
“No. He was a client, and as I’m sure you’re aware, only the wealthy can afford to hire a Daquan cyborg. Mind you, he was put on a list to never be taken on as a client again. It is expected that some damage could happen to a cyborg while on mission because of what those missions usually entail. It’s unacceptable for the same cyborg to be willfully damaged by the client especially to the degree that I was.”
“I’d better never find out the asshole’s name. I’m not joking about that, Warrick. He’ll suffer a massive reversal of fortune if I do manage to track him down. Maybe a few illegal activities of his, real or created, will come to light and a little jail time will be in order. I’d arrange for it to be a real cess pit that he gets sent to. It’d be marked down as a clerical error that landed him there and would take a few weeks to get straightened out, but that’d be enough time for him to get the shit beaten out of him daily. Killed if things go not-so-well for him or possibly a little cash incentive occurs to help along the desired course of action. Stars, that sort of shit pisses me off so bad.”
“Why?” Warrick asked.
“Because it’s wrong. You’re born the way you’re born and have no choice in how you look or what sort of person those things cause you to be. Who gives a fuck if that’s not what everybody else sees as the norm? As long as you’re a decent person, it doesn’t matter what you look like. That’s a bit of a hot button for me.
“Moswen gets a lot of unfair treatment because he’s a Throw-back. It’s not his fault that he’s a Throw-back. It’s just a genetic quirk. As much as he can be a pain in the ass little brother, he’s a good person, and I’d gladly have him at my back any time. But people see the marks on his skin and immediately assume he’s going to flip out and eat their face if they so much as look at him sideways. And yeah, I do mean that they literally expect him to attack and eat their face. People see my eyes and automatically assume I’m contagious when they know better. Anybody having the intensity of markings that I do and is walking around in public has been cured. That’s common knowledge. But the first reaction at seeing my eyes is always to take a step or two back before they can stop themselves.”
“Okay. I can see why you’d feel that way given your experiences. I happen to think your eyes are beautiful, by-the-way. Are you sure you’d be able to accept sex with me as wholly organic yet having no lower limbs? I hate to belabour the point, but aside from my experience, I have done some casual research into how people feel about sex with others who have less than the standard number of body parts. It was a bit disheartening to see the results to be honest.”
I could see where Warrick was coming from on that score. I had my own experience with someone who had less body parts than was the standard. He’d been shocked at my shrugging my shoulders and saying I didn’t care as long as he could still fuck and be fucked. Pallas said my attitude was not common because I treated him like any other guy regardless of what limbs he did or didn’t have.
“Nope, not a single problem. Couple of years back, I dated a guy that lost both legs on a military mission. Pallas and his squad were hired out by another planet to do recon and a little bit of pre-emptive mayhem before the rest of the invading force landed. He was scouting ahead with some others and discovered the natives of the planet weren’t quite the backwater pacifists his squad had been led to believe. Landmine blew off his right leg at roughly mid-thigh and mangled his left leg so badly they had to take it off at the knee to save his life. Lost the lower third of his tail, too. I hooked up with him a few years after that happened.
“I met him by pure chance in a safety shelter as we waited for a swarm to pass over. It never mattered to me that he didn’t have all his legs or a whole tail. He has replacement cybernetic legs, but he’d usually take them off during sex. That was his thing though. I didn’t care either way. I’m a cock/balls/ass man, and those parts of him worked just fine and were very pleasing on all kinds of levels. We dated for a couple of months, but he couldn’t deal with who I was related to and the constant stares. It was right around when all the shit was going down with both Moswen and Tyh at the same time. My family was getting a ton of exposure planet-wide because of the things happening. It was like living on display in a glass box, so I can’t really blame him for saying he couldn’t do it. There were days where I felt like I couldn’t do it. We’re still friends though. I partnered with him during his last cycle as a matter of fact. He’s a really intense fuck, but in that wicked ride sort of way.”
Warrick smiled at me, a subtle tenseness leaving him. “I’d love to try sex as just organics. The problem is that any time I exit my chassis, I need to either have permission for it or provide a valid reason for leaving it without said permission. Exiting my chassis so I can have sex is not considered a valid reason—especially when I can have sex while in my chassis.”
“Well that sucks in the totally un-fun way for both of us. Hey, since you’re supposed to have sex with me as part of your mission orders, could it be considered following orders if you exited your chassis because I said I wanted to have sex with you without your chassis?”
Problem solved. I was fucking brilliant.
“I honestly don’t know. The possibility of it has never come up before. I can send a transmission to headquarters to ask and probably get an answer in a few hours. This would be a low priority thing so it could take even longer to get a reply. However, if the answer is no and I leave my chassis without an excellent reason for doing so, I’m going to be getting some severe disciplinary action. If I don’t ask and leave, a signal will be sent immediately to Daquan, but we’d be able to finish what we started before I’d need to go back into my chassis. What do you want me to do?”
Okay, maybe not quite so brilliant. I didn’t want Warrick getting into trouble just because I wanted to get my freak on with him without the mechanical parts. It was still a good idea. Just needed a little refining maybe.
“Tough choice. How about for now, we stick to cyborg sex and not borrow any trouble for you just yet. I’m totally down with that idea. We’ll figure something out for purely organic sex later. I don’t want to get you in trouble when there could be a way around that. So, you feel like getting a little frisky with me right now? Gotta be honest, the wank in the shuttle was cool but nowhere near as much fun as I know it’s going to be when we get our mouths on each other.”
“Just our mouths? That’s a bit limiting isn’t it?” Warrick teased.
“I thought starting slow and seeing how things progressed would be the gentlemanly thing to do. But hey, if you wanna go balls to ass right away, I’m not gonna say no,” I leered.
Warrick laughed. “Just a little note of warning that will apply to positions you want to try. I’m considerably heavier than you are. While I’m in this chassis, I’m three hundred and twelve pounds. Out of my chassis, I weigh seventy-two pounds.”
“Good to know. You mentioned having an oral fixation. Did you want to satisfy that with a little mutual action? Maybe some ass play, too?”
“I’d like that very much. I’ll lay on the bottom since I’m heavier,” Warrick said as he shrugged out of his short jacket.
He tossed his jacket onto the couch behind him and leaned forward, falling into a kneeling position before sitting and then laying down on his back on the still damaged inflatable mat. The covering at his groin pulled back and his cock and balls were exposed once more. Stars, he was fucking hot.
I stared for a few seconds, licking my lips, before standing and shrugging out of my vest, dropping it behind me, hopefully onto the chair I’d just vacated. Warrick trailed his hand over his chest, toying with his nipples briefly before continuing down his body to grip his slowly hardening cock as he watched me strip. The scent of his arousal wafted up to my nose and my mouth watered. Gods, he smelled good. I undid the ties on my pants and threw them at the chair behind me.
“I have to say that aroused and armed is a very good look on you, Tohan,” Warrick said with humour in his voice and arousal in his eyes.
I grinned at that. I unstrapped the thigh holsters for the batons and carefully placed them on the chair seat with my clothes. I toed off my shoes and went down on my knees next to Warrick’s hip. I took his free hand and brought it to my nearly hard cock. He needed zero encouragement to wrap his fingers around it and start stroking. Stars, that felt fantastic. I ran my fingers down his dick, amazed to find that it really did feel like skin and was even warm as if it was living flesh. This was going to be awesome.
“Not to be a mood-killer, but your cock totally feels real. If I didn’t know, I’d swear it was. This is way fucking cool.”
Warrick chuckled. “It’s supposed to feel real. Feels good to have your hand on it, too.”
“Yeah?” I asked as I gave it a few experimental strokes, grinning at the little catch in Warrick’s breath when I did that.
“Oh, yeah. The sensation and arousal program is very sophisticated. I’m very much looking forward to feeling your mouth on my cock. Not nearly as much as I’m looking forward to getting my lips around your cock, but we all have our little fetishes, right?”
“Yep, we all have little wants and needs,” I said as I leaned forward and licked one of his nipples.
Warrick gasped and his back arched. His cock throbbed in my hand, and the nipple I’d licked hardened immediately into a tight little nub. Awesome! He squeezed my dick, forcing a pleased growl out of my throat. I bit his nipple gently before sucking on it a little and then backing off. Warrick groaned, the sound making my dick twitch in his hand.
“Good to know you like nipple play, too. I figured you did when you played with them in the shuttle as you watched me jerk off. Fair warning, I plan on driving you nuts in the best way possible with that little kink of yours another time. Right now, I want you to suck my cock while I suck yours.”
“It’ll be my pleasure,” Warrick said eagerly as he stroked my cock.
“Our pleasure,” I corrected as I returned the favour.
Warrick leered at me. “You have no idea how much I like having a cock in my mouth. Trust me. It’ll be all my pleasure.”
“Well, then, I aim to please. I’m a real giver in bed. Making my partner feel good and getting them off is a total erotic rush for me.”
“Then give me what I want, Tohan.”
I grinned, kissed him quickly on the lips, turned around, and swung my leg over his head. Warrick grabbed hold of my dick and immediately guided it into his mouth, happy sounds coming from him as his lips closed around the head. A shiver of intense pleasure travelled down my spine as his hands settled on my ass cheeks and steadily pushed my cock down his throat. My tail tip shook in excitement.
He swallowed me down to the root without even a hint of gagging. He held me there for several seconds, his throat massaging my dick as he deliberately swallowed twice before gently pushing my hips up until just the head was in his mouth. He sucked hard on the head and teased my slit with his tongue before slowly sliding the entire length of my cock back down his throat. He was making me fuck his mouth, and it was one of the kinkiest things I’d had the pleasure of doing. I couldn’t have stopped the back and forth swishing of my tail in pleasure if I’d tried.
My breath shuddered out of me, and my dick throbbed in approval at what he was doing with his mouth and the sexy sounds of pleasure he was making. Stars, he was really, really good at cock sucking, and he’d barely even started. He was better than Mered, and I’d thought Mered was the best cock sucker to ever get his lips on my dick. I’d go so far as to say Warrick was a gods damned artist when it came to cock sucking. That he wanted to suck my cock, well, I was obviously a monstrously lucky bastard.
I grabbed hold of his dick and licked it. There was a faint metallic tang to it but nothing overpowering. It was a bit weird that there was no musky scent to his junk. I could smell his arousal and that was heavenly, but there wasn’t the other male smell I was used to having in my nose when I was so close to hard cock. If I hadn’t known it was mechanical, that absence of scent would’ve clued me in that something wasn’t quite right. It was still a very fine cock though. It was warm and soft and gave encouraging little twitches in my mouth as I sucked on it just like a real dick would. I could taste a little pre-come on my tongue, and it actually did taste like what it was supposed to. I cupped his balls, not surprised to find that they also felt totally real and moved like a genuine pair of balls would move.
I slid a finger behind his balls, not sure what I’d find as far as an asshole would go. Warrick caught on to what I was aiming for and spread his legs a bit to give me better access. I was surprised to feel the wrinkles of a pucker under my fingertip. They were a lot firmer than flesh but had much more give than the metal of the rest of his chassis that I could feel. Spit was a lousy lube for sex, but for just pushing a finger into an ass, it wasn’t that bad. I backed off his cock for a moment and gobbed a more than healthy amount onto my finger before going back to sucking his cock. I slid my wet finger over his pucker and teased it with gentle circles and a little pressure, asking for entrance. I wasn’t entirely sure that would work, but if there were sensors in his mecha-cock and the chassis was designed for anal sex, it made sense in my head that he’d feel what I was doing, and his chassis would open for me.
His hole relaxed, and the tip of my finger slipped into him. The inside of his ass was warm and clasped my finger gently with a vague sort of rubbery feel. That had to be the tube he’d mentioned that was up his ass. My mind suddenly went off running in a totally kinky direction when I realized that Warrick, while in a chassis, was basically open-plugged anally and had his cock stuffed day and night without a break. Holy fuck that was a hot concept. We were going to have to explore that as kink play in the future. Assuming he’d be into that sort of thing.
I began to finger his ass as I sucked his cock, utterly loving the way he reacted. It thrilled me deeply to have a finger inside him since I knew that was real for him and he was obviously enjoying it a hell of a lot going by the way he doubled his already phenomenal efforts to suck my brains out via my dick. I liked sucking his cock, but it wasn’t as good as I knew it could be for both of us if I’d had his real dick in my mouth. He was enjoying my mouth but I wanted to give him true pleasure not something simulated by a program. Warrick backed off my cock, his breath puffing against my balls making my dick twitch.
“Push another finger into my ass, Tohan,” Warrick demanded.
“I’m only working with spit, Warrick. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I’ll be fine with spit for a couple of fingers, Tohan. It’s not like you’re trying to shove your hand up my ass with just spit for lube, which would be a huge no fucking way and get you a swift punch to the balls. Spit is fine for two fingers for someone used to things in his ass. I shouldn’t have to tell you that.” Humour laced Warrick’s voice again.
“You’ve been fisted before?” I asked with a little surprise. That was the last thing I expected to hear from Warrick.
“Yes. A client was into some weird stuff. I was outfitted with a micro-penis but really big balls for him. Like balls the size of your fist. You almost couldn’t see the penis I had because the balls were so huge. Every orgasm had an insane amount of come shoot out, too, as per his request. He never put his dick in my ass, but he fisted me daily, sometimes more than once. Took my ass a while to recover from that aspect of the mission.”
“Did you like it? I know what you do or don’t like doesn’t matter on mission, but I’m curious if you enjoyed any of it.”
“Yes, I liked it. Just not on a daily basis. That was a little much even for someone who likes permanently having something in his ass. Come on, Tohan. Don’t make me beg to have more in my ass. I will if that’s something you like, but it’s not a kink of mine.”
“Nah, making lovers beg isn’t my thing. Teasing can be fun but only if both people are into it. Any time you want to be fisted, you let me know. I’ve been told I’m damn good at it by my size-queen brother, Mered. I enjoy doing it, too. I get off on pleasing my partner.”
“Really? Possibly death by torture aside, this has the potential to be one of the most enjoyable missions I’ve ever had if that’s the case. Finger my ass and come in my mouth, Tohan. That will get me off,” Warrick said as he swallowed my cock once more.
I groaned, spit on my fingers, and pushed two into his ass like he wanted. Warrick moved my hips so I was fucking his mouth deeply and quickly. Stars, that felt amazing. The noises he made as he sucked me were incredibly hot and cranking my desire higher. I guided his cock back into my mouth and bobbed my head up and down while fingering his ass. My orgasm began to curl through my groin, the pressure building in an intensely pleasurable way. When I was seconds away from blowing my load, I pulled back from Warrick’s cock.
“Gonna come, Warrick,” I warned quickly before taking his cock back into my mouth.
Warrick responded by forcing my hips down hard so his lips pressed into the hair around my cock, holding my hips still. He began swallowing convulsively, the sensation tipping me the last little bit over the edge. I moaned around the cock in my mouth as my dick started pulsing. Warrick kept swallowing, the sensation as if his throat was milking the come out of my balls. It was fucking amazing, and I loved it.
I whined in my throat when his cock started spurting in my mouth. His ass began squeezing my fingers rhythmically, and a burst of satisfaction hit me. He was having a genuine orgasm, too, and it wasn’t just programming making his cock seem like he was taking pleasure in what I was doing with him. I let him finish in my mouth before releasing his cock. I kept my fingers in his ass, moving them slowly and enjoying the little flutters of his muscles. I’d stop playing with his ass if he said it was too much for him.
Warrick lifted my hips, my cock popping free, and drew in a sharp breath. He settled my hips on his chest and stroked his hands over my ass cheeks. I groaned softly when he raised his head up and gently kissed both my balls. I shivered when he kissed my taint and flat out whimpered when he kissed my hole. I swore softly when he tongued my pucker and couldn’t have stopped my happy purr if my life depended on it. My tail whacked the floor several times in pleasure before I could stop myself. Gods, I loved being rimmed.
“Mmmm, that was beyond good,” Warrick said after giving my hole a quick lick and kiss.
“Fuck, yeah,” I said as I rested my head on his thigh and eased my fingers from his ass when he squirmed a little.
Warrick made a small sound of protest at my fingers leaving him. I pushed myself up and off him, turning around so I could lie next to him. I snuggled up to him and started running my hand over his chest. His nipples were still hard, so I extended a claw and teased one to see what his reaction would be. He drew in a sharp breath and immediately grabbed my wrist, pulling my hand away.
“They’re really sensitive right now. It’s too much to tease them. God, my balls ache now but that was completely worth it.”
“Sorry. Why do your balls ache? Shouldn’t they feel better now that you got off? Or is that some sort of cyborg thing?”
“I was milked before starting this mission. That’s standard ops in case something happens and we don’t make it back. The milking is an intense process and leaves my balls sore and tender for hours after.”
“Why didn’t you say something? I would’ve been fine with waiting until your balls didn’t hurt if you’d told me. Warrick, don’t just go along with what I want sexually. I know it’s part of your mission parameters to say yes to sex with me, but I won’t die from not getting my rocks off. Well, I could die if I was in cycle and couldn’t fuck or be fucked, but that’s a totally different set of circumstances and doesn’t apply here.”
“I didn’t mention it because I really wanted to suck your cock after seeing you jerk off in the shuttle. It doesn’t matter what my mission details are with regards to sex with you. It’s nice to have official permission so I don’t get disciplinary action later, but deciding when, where, and how I have sex is entirely up to me. My balls already ached because they were forcefully emptied earlier. They feel a bit more sore now, but it’s fine, completely manageable, and will fade soon.
“Trust me in this, if I really didn’t want to have sex, real sex and not the programmed shit that can look like I’ve orgasmed and enjoyed myself, I won’t. Any of the times that I’ve needed to have sex but haven’t been aroused was all pure programming. I don’t come, and I don’t even feel the barest urge to come. I’ll let my mind sink a little away from the encounter as well so I’m not even really mentally there, although whomever I’m with won’t have a clue because of the programming I can engage.”
“Okay. If you say so. I just don’t like the idea of you getting all sexy-times with me if you don’t really want to or if it hurts you. Unless the hurting thing is a kink of yours? I can get on board with that if you need me to. I’ve had a few partners who were into that, and we are kinda on the violent side as a species in general.”
Warrick chuckled. “No, purposeful pain with my sex is not my idea of fun or arousing. I will let you know if I don’t like something or if I don’t feel in the mood. I know consent is a big deal in your culture and how you feel as a species about forced sex that isn’t a bedroom game between consenting partners. I’m more than capable of stopping you, Tohan.”
“Okay. Good. Glad we’re clear on that. You up for breaking out some food? I’m hungry now, and I know once I get working on the security issue, getting me to stop to eat will probably be an ongoing problem for you. I’d suggest you set an internal alarm or something to make me eat at regular intervals because I’ll ignore hunger pangs if I’m into what I’m doing.”
“Noted. Let’s see what culinary delights we can throw together with what we have. Should we make something for Effie, too?”
“Yeah. He’ll want to gather some of his kills later, but he’ll probably be hungry when he wakes up and wanders back in here. Fair warning, Effie is disgustingly energetic and perky when he wakes up, and I don’t mean just after naps either. He’ll be bouncing around and totally getting under your feet for like a solid fifteen minutes before he calms the fuck down. It’s funny but annoying at the same time.”
I started to get up only to have Warrick slip his hand behind my head and pull me close for a kiss. The kiss was demanding and aggressive, so I responded in kind. I loved that as soon as I did, his lips gentled and became accepting. His hand slid over my back and paused when he got to my tattoos. He traced over the slightly raised tissue, pulled back from the kiss and sat up. He pushed at my shoulder to make me turn a little to see my back and moved my hair aside. He stared in silence at what he could see of my back and then looked me in the eyes.
“I believe you mentioned telling me why you had such a strange reaction to my tattoos... Hy’prae. Don’t even bother denying you are Hy’prae. I can feel it in my gut.”
“You’re not gonna... uhhh... do anything with that info, are you? I mean, the reward is pretty substantial, but you don’t need the money, right? I mean, as a cyborg, you’re totally provided for, right?”
Warrick said nothing and just stared at me hard for several long seconds. My nuts started to sweat. This had the potential to be really, really bad. There might be a couple of governments that wanted me dead for shit I’d leaked to their populace about them and the shady things they’d been doing. The reward didn’t specify that I needed to be healthy or even in one piece in order to collect. Alive was the only stipulation.
Warrick burst out laughing and stood, holding out his hand to me. I accepted it warily.
“The look on your face. Gods, that was priceless. I’m yanking your tail, Tohan. Not about you being Hy’prae. I’m utterly sure you are. I’m not going to say a damn thing to anyone about that. One of the prime reasons Daquan hired you was because of their strong suspicions, but no proof, that you’re the hacker, Hy’prae. It’s not part of my mission parameters to either confirm or deny that you’re Hy’prae or to report you to the appropriate authorities for arrest related to the things you’ve done as Hy’prae. I wouldn’t mind talking to you about how you accomplished some of the things you did, though. If you want to.”
My heart slowed its mad gallop in my chest. I believed Warrick when he said he wouldn’t say a word. I punched him none-too-gently in the arm. Warrick didn’t even twitch a muscle, and it felt like I’d punched a tree. Damn. He hadn’t been kidding about having dense bones that were reinforced. That should’ve at least made him wince a little.
“Asshole. I nearly had a heart attack. I really didn’t want to have to make an emergency call to Moswen to have him come wipe parts of your memory.”
“He’d do that?” Warrick asked as he headed for the boxes with the food.
“In a heartbeat. Family covers family’s ass.”
“Noted. Come pick out what gourmet sludge you want to have, and while you’re at it, you can tell me why my tatts freaked you out and then tell me about the one on your back. You don’t need to bother dressing either if you don’t want to. I appreciate the view. A lot.”
I grinned. Crisis averted. Awesome.
***Ch6 currently available on Patreon and will post here June 1st! Thank you for reading!