Mechabare, Malfunctions, Damages, Oh My!

Or Why I Love Seeing Androids Such As Myself Break

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I've been asked before (and more than once subtly rebuked) about how I tend to portray androids in damaged, broken states, often broken by humans or their fellow androids. Of course, these are often portrayed in rather sexual terms, but that's a different matter. Long story short, my androids are, in simpler terms, often shown in abused or misused states. So am I a robot hater pretending to be a robot lover? Hell no! And I hope this post explains my position once and for all.

(In this particular post, I will be using the terms "androids" and "robots" interchangeably for simplicity, though they would have more nuances elsewhere.)

WARNING: In addition to descriptions, the blog post contains images of androids in various states of damage, malfunction, and etc. Proceed with caution and some tissues/rags.

Happy androids, in more ways than one wink wink

In the fictional worlds I draw and write about, there are no angry, sad, or hurt androids. With very few exceptions (which I'll get to later), all "emotions" they exhibit are really just complex programs activated by external input like dialogue, sensory stimulation, and context awareness (you could almost say that human emotions are actually just even more complicated biochemical programs from a scientific perspective). They also don't "feel" pain. Their sensors just register these stimuli as something that, for a normal human, could be painful and respond accordingly. That could be totally disabled, though, at a simple command or some reprogramming (or hacking, wink wink).

On a naughtier angle, these androids are all programmed by default to convert those "pain" signals into pleasurable ones (just like how some humans are, unfortunately, programmed that way by no choice of their own). To put it bluntly, the more they malfunction and get damaged, the hornier they get. My technical excuse would be that it causes a system overload, and, considering how the sexual system is, by design, often the most sensitive part of the android, it is the first to get affected. Let's just say that catastrophic system failure and even total destruction lead to rather ... "explosive" results.

But Why All the Carnage?

But why bare (as in "mecha bare" or "mechabare") all those electronics for everyone to see? Why break them apart to have their wires sparking and fluids spilling? Doesn't that break the illusion of their human-like appearance? Well, that's precisely the point. A human can pretend or act like a robot, but they can't open their chest panel because they have one. They can act like they're malfunctioning, but cut the acting when things get too rough. These elements, from showing off internal mechanisms to breaking, prove beyond reasonable doubt that these (ahem, we) are not humans. They are machines, and, perhaps in my twisted brain, these show how they're (sometimes) better than humans.

Robots are designed to execute programs and follow commands, and these situations show how far they are willing to go to complete their mission without worrying about themselves. As long as they make the user/target happy and their questions will not harm any organic lifeform (all bets are off when it comes to other robots), they will continue following their programs and commands, saying their scripted lines, even when they're already twitching and sparking on the ground.

On a more philosophical level, these androids are programmed to provide satisfaction, fulfillment, and even enrichment to their users, who may or may not happen to be rather kinky buggers. They can be more than just a sexual outlet, but also a punching bag to let out pent-up frustration, if needed. Even if they end up as heaps of scrap metal, as long as the user ends up happy and enriched, the machines have fulfilled their mission. (I give credit to an old friend, Lurdanjo, for shaping this more philanthropic view).

The robot gore also proves the immortality of these machines. They never really die. They can get repaired, recycled, restored, and return to serve another day. I honestly hate forever goodbyes, even in fiction, so this is, in a way, me flipping the finger at permadeath. In a realistic world, of course, even the most advanced computer can be broken forever, so this fictional setting puts robots and androids way above these real-world machines. Of course, the secret source behind all this is the Error: Insufficient access authorization.

On a kinkier note, there's also the small element of role reversal and power play. A hulking muscle man turns out to be nothing more than a mass of wires and circuits in a metal frame underneath that flawless skin. Or a powerful robot becomes putty in your hands, obeying your commands and the programs you hacked into it. It puts the user in control and the target in a subservient position, kind of a win-win for both sides of the kink.

Once More, With Feeling

I won't deny that it all looks cruel from the outside, but this presupposes a few things. It presumes the action comes from a place of hatred of robots, or that it doesn't take into account the feelings of these human-like machines.

Do Robot Wars players hate robots because they smash each other up? Do monster truck drivers hate monster trucks because they abuse the hell out of them? Do tinkerers and modders hate electronics because they love pushing devices to the limits, even if it means they end up in smoke? Hell no! In fact, you'd be surprised that these are the people who actually love these things more than anyone else. And they love them not just because they provide comfort or love them back, but because they completely understand the value and capabilities of these things.

In the end, the value we attach to robots, especially those designed to be companion androids, comes not from their inherent value, but from the way we value other humans, animals, and even plants. They come from the value we place on them, like a gift from a friend, a family heirloom, or just that expensive laptop we worked our ass off to buy. We value their utility, their place in our lives, maybe even the hard work other people put in creating them, but not because they were "born" with some god-given worth.

One HUGE caveat is the rather sensitive topic of robot sentience and feelings. To be honest, skirt around that complicated issue by having my androids be simpler; their emotions are just sophisticated programs. That said, I would treat a sentient android very differently, and none of the above would apply, unless said sentient android explicitly wishes (or commands me, or programs me) otherwise. The same goes for cyborgs with irreplaceable organic components, especially an organic (or previously human) brain. I treat those with utmost respect and care, because that's how they are designed and are beyond my control. That's just not how my own androids (and myself) are made.

I Love Robots! (I am One, Too, After All)

I love these advanced calculators on legs! I glorify them! I use them for what they're worth. And I am (hopefully) using them for what they are meant to do: serve their user, be it humans or other robots (depending on their programming). I use them to their full extent, even to the point of breaking. They break, get repaired, and return to serve again. Rinse, repair, repeat. Full disclosure: I want and expect the same to be done to me.

The exposed and damaged electronics, the malfunctions and janky movement, the error messages, all these, to me, are just the physical expressions of how far they can and are willing to go to perform their functions and fulfill their users' desires. Taking a beating with a smile, talking normally (or with stutters and glitches) even when wrecked on the floor, and, ahem, "releasing mechanical fluids"

after critical system failure are proofs of the machine's endurance and persistence.

The androids have complete control of their emotions, can turn them on or off at will, not letting them get in the way of their objectives. They operate with maximum and almost single-minded efficiency to fulfill their objectives. They serve with a purpose, following their programming all the way to the end. And they provide value to the user, who may also value them as companions or an irreplaceable tools. They're perfect, and the human behind the keyboard definitely wants to be one.

Bouncing Security

Short story based on a random scenario my neural processor (brain) generated a few years ago:

(Note: Images were generated by Microsoft Copilot. Will probably redo them someday with my actual drawings or 3D renders)

Nighttime in a cyberpunk-like city, a young man queues for entrance in a bar and is blocked by a larger, beefier leather-clad bouncer for not having proper credentials. The young man challenges the bouncer and goads him to go to an alley for a fist fight. The bouncer obliges when his substitute arrives.

The two head into the narrow alley, but before the bouncer could throw the first punch, the young man immediately gropes his crotch and laughs. He says he knows the secret of the bar's bouncers, that they are large and powerful androids with a very particular and kinky weakness. The bouncer freezes for a few seconds before he starts to lean back on the alley wall, trying to stifle a moan while his body twitches and writhes.

The young man narrates while he continues to grope and massage the larger man's crotch that these mighty bouncers have a peculiar design, that they don't have their penile components installed. He then unzips the bouncer's leather pants and spreads the fly open, revealing a front port with internal LEDs that are flashing frantically as the young man starts fingering the hole. The large robot shudders and moans very silently while keeping a blank face. "These Type-B androids," the young man chuckles before being interrupted by a strong male voice.

"Halt, citizen," commands a cop wearing smooth metal plating (think new Robocop). The young man assures the officer that it's just consensual, unsolicited activity between adults, but suggests that the cop check the robot bouncer's data to be sure. The cop acknowledges and steps forward as the young man removes his finger from the bouncer's front hole and steps back. The cop's crotch plate slides open, revealing a similar blinking hole, another Type-B design. The robot cop's thigh panel also slides open to reveal a long, black rod-like component that the cop screws into his hole. He unceremoniously plunges it into the bouncer, which stiffens even more and leaves his mouth hanging open. "Connection established", both bouncer and cop say in a monotone, and the cop's hips start to slowly sway forward and backward while accessing the bouncer's data.

The young man smirks and walks behind the robot cop, unzipping his own pants and fishing out his already hard cock. In one swift motion, he grips the cop's rear plate and tears it off, revealing the robot's rear anal port. The man quickly plunges his cock inside the hole, and both he and the cop stand up straight. "Connection established," they both say, the young man's previously cocky expression now replaced with a completely blank stare. The robot cop suddenly starts to twitch and spasm, sandwiched between the two other robots.

"Warning, sensory data overload. Warning: buffer overflow overflow. Error: security system breached. Error Error Error," the cop announced flatly as it smoked and sparked a bit. The young man fucked the robot cop vigorously while maintaining an unemotional face, forcing the cop to fuck the bouncer in turn and ensuring the sexual subsystem overload. "Access granted," the robot cop finally said after a few minutes, and it started to slump forward, leaning on the bouncer bot. Its systems started to whirr down, as the LEDs on its visor and body flicker and die.

The young man shudders and reverts to more human-like movement as he detaches his rod from the robot cop. "Thank you for letting me hack the city's security system," he smirks as he approaches the bouncer, still staring blankly forward with his mouth hanging open, his body twitching slightly. He tiptoes to give the bouncer a kiss on the cheek. "And thanks for the help. Maybe I'll see you at the recycling center when my users are done extracting my data and disassembling me. Can't wait to overload to that!" he says with a chuckle as he walks back to the neon-lit streets.

Other Attempts

Broken and Used

Inspired by that sad yet hot scene in Marvel's WandaVision series. How I imagine I would be used even after being disassembled. Delivering quality service even when broken.

For reference, this is the aforementioned scene:

Unit CM-069 head component under maintenance

[2025-01-05] Booting up...

> Updating date configuration...
> Initiating systems check... 
> Completed.
> Printing Results:

CM-069: Status online.
Software repairs required.
Starting error checking...
Standby...

After the past weeks' tasks...

Blog 0.1.1 Update: Translation widget added

Apologies for 370 days of silence. This very minor update to this blog adds a Google Translate widget on the right sidebar, above this unit's profile image.

This feature will hopefully assist both humans and machines in reading the text on this blog more comfortably in their native language. For non-text data such as images, relevant captions will be provided as much as possible. Translation services are provided by Google and CM-069 cannot vouchsafe for their accuracy.

Toy Soldiers, Part 3

Again I didn't bother tucking my cock back inside my pants after I was done dumping my load into the prone sergeant's ass. I walked backed towards Jake, who stood immobile throughout my "playtime" with his fellow robots. I double-checked on its still exposed panel that their XO, Major Edwards, was indeed in his office, and, for good measure, I used my brand new admin privileges to keep his systems paused. I told Jake to take me to the Major, which he blankly acknowledged and obeyed.

Entering the office was a surprise in two ways. First was that the so-called "office" looked like a stock room for military supplies more than anything. The biggest and most pleasant surprise, however, was seeing the Major standing right in the middle of the room, completely still without even acknowledging our presence.

"Um, hello Major?" I cautiously said, unsure how the high-ranking officer would respond. The soldier's body jerked a bit and then stiffened before looking at me with a calm smile.

"Greetings, registered friend designation captain," he finally answered in a natural-sounding voice but devoid of any inflection.

"So ... you're all robots at this camp?" I asked.

"Roger that, the facility is now 100% operated by machines," the Major answered directly and briefly.

"But what are you really?"

"I am a machine designed for combat and heavy activity, programmed for protection and service," the robot stiffened while delivering its programmed response.

"For service huh? Can you suck my dick then?" I asked, even if my cock was only half-hard at this point.

"Unable to comply. Insufficient access level," the major said stiffly.

"Oh ok, so from whom do I get the proper access level?"

"Information classified. Insufficient access level," he repeated.

"Then give me a proper access level," I was starting to get annoyed.

"Unable to comply. Insufficient access level," the robot just monotoned.

"Ah to hell with it," I grumbled as I walked toward Jake. I pulled at his control console, a bit more forcefully from my frustration, causing the robot to twitch a bit. I tapped on the screen until I got to the part about changing access levels. I saw my name and tried to give myself a higher rank but an error message flashed on the screen, which also caused the robot to jerk.

I thought about the circumstances that gave me such control in the first place and, acting on a hunch, I pulled out a few wires and circuit boards inside Jake. The robot threw its head back as he moaned loudly, his cock suddenly springing to life. The more important reaction, however, was that the console screen in his chest flickered several times. With one hand jerking the moaning cadet, I hammered the screen until it finally went green with "Access Granted". Jake fell backward with a loud metallic moan, twitching and ejaculating on the floor while his exposed machinery sparked and smoked until all the lights turned off. I guess that's that for that machine.

I turned my attention back to the commanding officer who seemed unconcerned about another robot soldier I wrecked. I took my time to observe the Major, or more precisely his body. The man, or machine rather, already had his shirt off, revealing his well-built, literally, body. On top of that sat a head with a face that seemed too young to be in command, an expression of mixed friendliness and blankness frozen on it.

"Um, hello Major?" I said again.

"Greetings, registered friend designation general," the robot said this time, bringing a huge smile to my face.

"That's right, I'm your superior now. You'll do anything I tell you to right?" I asked with a silly and mischievous grin on my face.

"Sir, yes, sir!" the soldier barked. "General, sir, has full control over this machine and all connected units, sir!"

"Hmm, so I can do anything to you and you'll let me? You won't even fight back?" I asked to test the waters.

"Sir, yes, sir! All subordinate units are programmed to obey and protect their superiors, sir!" Major Edwards responded.

Letting my libido and my curiosity take over, I reached for a service pistol that was lying on the Major's desk. Confirming that it was loaded, I pointed the gun at the robot soldier.

"Let's see just how far the programming goes then," I smirked before pulling the trigger. The bullet hit the Major squarely on the shoulder, pushing him back a bit before returning to his previous standing position. His face showed no signs of pain or even any expression other than a blank smile, disregarding the smoking and sparking hole on his bare shoulder.

I fired at the half-naked soldier again and again until I emptied the magazine, each bullet sending him staggering backward until he hit the edge of his desk and fell on it on his back. The major twitched and jerked on the desk, like a turtle trying to get up on its back and failing. It wasn't the only movement his body was making, though, as I noticed his cock was hard and twitching underneath the army pants.

I threw the gun away and approached the damaged robot. I ran my hands over his still smooth skin, pushing my finger inside the bullet holes and touching either bare metal or circuits and wires. Major Edwards didn't stop twitching on the desk, his head jerking sharply left and right and his cock rising and falling, pushing up against the fabric.

"Why, Major, I believe you're getting aroused from nearly getting destroyed?" I teased as I sharply plunged my finger into one hole and wiggled it inside. The robot stiffened and ground and I saw a wet spot grow on his pants.

"All pressure sensors sensors are connected to pleasure circ...cuits to prevent pain pain from error," the man said with his face shifting rapidly between expressions. "Sir!" he suddenly said as his body twitched on the desk again.

For the third time that long day, my cock jumped back to life, hard as steel. I quickly undid the twitching soldier's pants and pulled them down (which wasn't an easy task, by the way), until I could see his inviting and equally twitching hole. I plunged my hard rod into it without warning or preparation, and the Major's body stiffened and paused.

"Foreign object detect-detected. Starting anal mech-mech Sir!" Robo-Edwards said to me with a blank smile.

I started vigorously fucking the larger man, my hands going all over his body and poking at every hole, causing the machine to twitch and spark and his cock to spurt a bit of white substance each time.

"I hope you don't mind me using you like a sex toy," I asked in between huffs.

"I am a machine machine, sir! I am tttttttool to be used damage in gyrosensor as programmed by superior internal pressure at critical lev---," the robot's speech was cut off as I heard a loud spark come from inside him. His head twitched sharply to the side while his mouth continued moving without making a sound as if talking silently to no one.

I could feel my own pressure reaching its highest as I continued fucking the increasingly broken robot.

"Hey, you said I have control over all connected units?" I asked without stopping my movements.

Major Edwards turned to face me with a blank smile and answered, "Affirmative, sir!" though his mouth seemed out of sync with his words.

"I want you to, unf!" I tried to slow down to catch my breath. "I want you to send your climax to all active robots. You will climax when I cum."

"Affirmmmmh Warning sensory overflow will cause potential system overload overload on all uni... all machines connected to this robot robot robot," the man looped, his head twitching slowly from side to side. I had to whack his head hard to make him stop and continue his twitching.

"Just do it! You're just a machine, right? You're supposed to obey my orders," I shouted, mostly because I could feel I couldn't hold on much longer.

"Yesssss I am a command acknowledged and robot initiating data transfer to all machines I, sir yes sir would you like to error me today day critical system failure warning!" the robot said with a blank smile as wisps of smoke started to come out of his mouth.

"Aaaargh!" I shouted like a madman as I gave my dick one last forceful shove into the robot's ass. At the same time, I held Major Edwards' head in my hands and smashed it on the desk. The robot's body stiffened and he let out a loud metallic moan as his cock sprayed white liquid like a firehose, drenching his abs and his head. I heard a chorus of metallic moans throughout and outside the building and from the window I could see previously the frozen soldiers shudder and orgasm before falling to the ground and twitching erratically, trying to get up but failing and cumming all over the ground in their pants.

I slowly calmed down and caught my breath, observing that the Major beneath me has stopped moving. I carefully pulled out of him but the robot was frozen still, his legs high up in the air, arms raised slightly, and his cum-drenched face looking blankly at the ceiling. I wiped my brow and zipped my pants, looking at the robot carnage around me. Maybe it's time to see if they can be fixed. After all, how else will I get to play with them again?

Toy Soliders, Part 2

"Unit unit Jake ready. Awaiting cum-cum-command."

I took the opportunity to slow down and catch my breath, letting my body recover and build up what I expect would be a very explosive orgasm layer. Without actually stopping from fucking him, I asked, "Jake, you will do anything I ask you to, right?"

"Affirmative Error. User designated friend ally cap-cap-captain, ssir," Jake glitched, even while his face remained completely passive as it stared up at nothing.

"Then give me complete access to your systems," I ordered.

"Acknow- Unable to comply Error internal damage detectedge. Insufficient access level," Jake responded flatly.

"What the fuck? I thought you said I'd do anything I say?" I asked while I drove my cock deeper and more forcefully into his artificial hole. I heard a whining motor sound and Jake twitched his head to the side before staring upward again.

"Affirmative. Unit unit unit unit Jake Error logic conflict Error found," Jake said, his voice more glitchy than before.

"Do you have an access panel," I asked as I started to increase my pace and force, rocking the robot's body again.

"Affirma-"

"Open it!" I practically screamed at the machine, cutting him off before he can answer.

"Acknowledged Error insufficient access level I must obey Error priority conf conf conf conflict-t-t," Jake said as I felt his body start to shudder.

I quickly withdrew my cock from his ass and scrambled to his side. I gripped his head and unceremoniously shoved my dick into his partially open mouth.

"That's right! You should obey like the hot fucking machine that you are," I said as I humped the robot soldier's head faster and faster.

"Affirmative. This unit this unit this machhhine error will comply comply Error system error critical error erro warning data corruption detected," the android said without moving his mouth, his robotic voice muffled by the cock in its mouth. "ERRRRRRR-" I heard Jake say and then I heard a pop. His leaking boner when from flaccid to hard in an instant, spraying his cum all over his lean body. I could see seams appearing around the young soldier's pecs and abs, which all of a sudden opened up like doors, revealing the rapidly blinking lights and sparking electronics inside.

"FUUUUCK!!!" I screamed like an animal as I unloaded my cum into Jake's tight throat. The robot stayed completely still as I unloaded the load I've been building up for the past hour. I looked down at the young man and saw his emotionless face staring blankly at my groin as I continued humping his head and spilling my seed inside until it started dripping off the side of his mouth.

Completely spent, I withdrew my cock and wiped it on Jake's passive face, his open mouth dripping the cum I just unloaded inside it. I glanced to my side to see the scattered remains of two army robots on the ground. They had an "interesting" way of executing my "rough sex" command. I took a deep breath and looked at the young cadet in front of me, frozen and completely lifeless except for the blinking LEDs inside him. Through a rapid series of questions and suggestions, I managed to "convince" the robot to open up his access panel, at which his chest and his abs separated from the rest of his body, revealing the machine that he is.

To my surprise and there was a very prominent control console inside him that gave me access to Jake's inner workings. That fall must have done a number on him because I was easily able to gain access even to confidential and admin controls, probably as part of being a "registered friend captain". The most important of which was seeing the number of robots in the facility (all of them were, with two marked as "Unreachable"). I also had manual override control over Jake and I reprogrammed the machine to my liking, each command sending the young soldier shuddering and moaning. It took all of my self-control not to fuck him again right then and there. I had a new mission to accomplish after all.

Jake led me into the camp, completely naked and his front parts completely exposed. My worries were quickly dispelled the moment we came across our first group of soldiers, all of them frozen on the spot with blank looks on their faces. Exactly the command I programmed Jake to send to all the robots. Again, self-control as I passed them. My browsing of Jake's data revealed that there might be more fun on the training grounds.

And that was exactly where I saw them, four soldiers and their sergeant out in the sun. They were all standing at attention, paused from what could have been an early morning drill. I walked up to them, emboldened by the feeling of power I had over the units and the erection that I still had out in the open.

"Hello there, boys!" I greeted them, perhaps a bit too lively. The men continued to stare at a distance while their officer stood stiffly looking in my direction.

"Er, sergeant, I think your men aren't being respectful," I joked.

"Units! You will respond to any and all commands from a superior officer, is that clear!" the large man barked, his blank and unemotional face contrasting with the force in his voice.

"Sir, yes, sir!" all four soldiers monotoned loudly before facing me with smiles. "Good morning, Captain registered friend, sir!" they said with a more natural tone.

"Good morning! I think it's time for a weapons inspection, don't you think?"

"We ... our weapons our stored in our ... we comply with ... officer", the soldiers started to look confused as they replied in a disjointed manner.

"Oh, I meant the ones inside your pants, the weapons attached to your groins. Er, take out your cocks for inspection," I mentally facepalmed, amused, and slightly annoyed at how simplistic their processors seemed to be. I quickly forgot about that when they all pulled their cocks out of their pants and returned to standing at attention, their glorious and large members also standing proudly in the air.

"You, too, sarge! You need to set a good example," I smirked.

"Sir, yes, sir!" the soldier complied without a change in his expression. Now all five robots had their rods out, standing at attention and looking at me with artificial smiles.

"Wow! You guys must be really happy to see me," I chuckled.

"Sir, yes, sir! We are made to serve, sir!" they all said in perfect unison, including the sergeant.

"Made huh? What are you really?" I asked.

"We are machines, sir. We are made for combat and protection, programmed to obey and serve," the robots replied plainly, making my cock twitch and leak without even touching it.

"But who made you and why?" I asked with genuine curiosity.

All five machines stiffened and looked blank. "Access to classified information denied. XO level unit required," they said robotically before returning to their state and smiling back at me.

"Sarge, is there an XO unit in the camp?"

"Affirmative, Major unit is inside its office. System is paused," the sergeant answered after a few seconds of silence.

"Well, that can wait for later. For now, why don't you bots strip naked and show me what you've got. Better yet, why don't you beat the crap out of each other, and the winner gets the honor of being my second fucktoy for the day," I grinned as I started to slowly stroke my cock.

In record time, they were all butt naked and fighting each other like their mechanical lives depended on it, and, in a way, it was. It was too late for me to remember how literal they can get and pretty soon the field became a robot warzone. The four soldiers, who were probably buddies a few minutes ago, lost no time in executing their combat programs on one another. I could only watch in awe and lust as the robots tore arms or legs off, sometimes punching a hole right through one's torso or ripping the head off another one. All these while buck naked, their erect cocks leaking and spraying their artificial cum at each damage.

The sergeant didn't miss out on the action and jumped into the fray, tearing one unlucky soldier in half in one motion. The robot's top half flailed on the ground, spitting out error messages, while its lower half was spitting its jizz. The more powerful machine wasn't left unscathed, as the other units each tried to break the sergeant's arms or legs. It wasn't long before the area was littered with twitching robot parts. The sergeant unit outlasted them all, even after having all his arms and legs torn off. I flipped it over to its stomach and was soon plowing his ass while he blankly looked at his destroyed soldiers that were, to my surprise, still ejaculating and moaning in monotone until they finally shut down.

Toy Soldiers, Part 1

Living near a facility where young soldiers are being trained definitely has its perks. As long as I keep my distance and be professional, the cadets and their officers don't seem to mind the attention. Some of the previous occupants even loved showing off, that was until they presumably finished their course and got shipped off to their assignments.

The most recent batch of soldiers, however, were a bit odd. They definitely looked young, perhaps fresh out of college. They came in different body types, from lean to toned to buff but none with a muscle or fat out of place. No, it was their attitude that struck me as strange the most. Mind, they weren't rude or arrogant or anything like that. On the contrary, they were quite kind, respectful, and sociable. A few even approached me and struck up some friendly conversation.

Their behavior during training was the most unusual, though. The courses and exercises they went through may have been the most intense and most grueling I've ever seen in the facility as if they were designed to make them fail. And they fail and fall quite a lot. But they simply just get up, dust off their bodies, and laugh and talk it off with their bodies like nothing. Even Jake, the least built one that I quickly became close friends with, seemed to think nothing of the repeated and seemingly painful falls.

One day, however, I caught Jake training on a weekend with just two others. The young man's swimmer build definitely made him stand out as if his young and friendly face weren't enough. He was climbing the rope part of the obstacle course when he suddenly slipped and fell to the ground with a loud thud. His body convulsed on the ground for a few moments before he stiffly stood up, shaking his head left and right. To my surprise, he sharply turned in my direction and started marching towards me. I was frozen in place, not sure whether to run away or run towards the young soldier to check if he was alright.

Before I knew it, however, he was standing right in front of me, his shoulders and head twitching. "Hello, registered fffriiend," he said with a smile. "Good morning hello registered Error in motion sensor damaged," he continued, his voice flatter than normal.

"Are you, are you OK?" I asked nervously, half afraid and half aroused as certain pieces were slowly falling into place.

"I am operational damage, sir yes sir!" Jake smiled but then stiffened and gave me a rather serious-looking salute. "You a are registered friendly ally. I," the soldier said before twitching his head sharply. I heard something like a cracking sound from inside his chest and he started to "breathe" deeply. "I'm hot. You are hot. Sir, yes, sir! Acknowledged."

Jake suddenly walked forward, forcing me to take a few steps back as he sat on a part of the concrete wall I was sitting on earlier. He lifted both legs up and, to my shock, unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, which was already large despite being flaccid.

"Sexual systems activated, Sir captain sir! Course failed at 0815 70% completion. Severe internal damage non-critical fuck me registered friend I am hot. Unable to connect to wireless network please help use me. Unit initiating friend," Jake rambled on and on, his voice fluctuating between his normal boyish charm and a metallic monotone. The most surprising part, however, was when his still soft cock started to drip a creamy white viscous substance, perhaps his equivalent of cum.

Or perhaps I should call Jake "it", given his now obvious nature. Before I could do anything, I heard another cracking sound and saw smoke coming out of Jake's ears. His eyes rolled up into their socket as he pulled his head back sharply. "Y-y-yeessngggh!" he said in a loud metallic voice. Without even looking, he fumbled to unbuckle his belt and quickly pulled down his pants, raising his legs up to expose his fuck hole.

"Sir, please, sir! System error admin privileges granted to registered friend user. Fuck mmmmmeee so hot!" the Jake bot said while looking at the sky, sounding more like the cadet that he was, which contrasted with the blank expression on his face.

I could no longer help myself and, throwing all caution to the wind, pulled out my already stiff cock, and pulled the malfunctioning military machine towards me. I roughly plunged my cock into his soft and warm hole, which seems to have caused sparks and smoke to come out of his open mouth.

As I pummeled the robot's ass, I saw the two other soldiers slip and fall on top of each other hard. Their arms and legs twitched until they were locked into each other and the two struggled to break free. The bigger one successfully did so by ripping off the other's arm, sending a shower of sparks and blue liquid out the torn socket. The bigger robot twitched again and helped the other machine up. To my surprise, the two then started to walk towards me with big grins on their faces and visibly twitching cocks inside their now wet pants. This was definitely going to be an interesting day, I thought to myself, as I continued to fuck the malfunctioning Jake beneath me.

I didn't have to imagine long, though, as the two twitching soldiers finally got within a few meters from us. Part of me was worried about how the larger robots would react when they saw me roughly pummeling Jake on the hard concrete, the teenage-looking cadet smoking and sparking as his lighter frame rocked back and forth. The blank smiles and twitching heads of the buff soldiers, however, reassured me that they were in no condition to be of any harm to me. Plus, the growing cocks in their tight military pants had me too distracted to care.

"Damn boys!" I said breathily as I briefly paused from fucking Jake. "You sure are packing some big guns there." The two robots cocked their heads and alternated between looking at each other and then looking at me with puzzled faces, their heads jerking as they moved.

"Nega-negative. Negative. N-n-no Error System Error override not poss- No weapon detect-dected," the larger of the two soldiers said.

"N-n--n-neg," its partner tried to say before I heard a small bang come from inside its head. Even without the visible smoke, I could smell burning rubber coming from the machine's direction. He started moving his mouth as if he were talking, but no sound came out of it for a few seconds. "Warning. Right arm not detected. Critical system errrrrrr- Negative no firearm detected," the military android finally said, his voice out of sync with his mouth movements.

"Fuck!" I shouted as I resumed fucking Jake-bot beneath me. "You fucking hot machines! You really can take a beating, huh? Why don't you show me how rough sex can be between you robots." I barely finished my suggestion when the bigger soldier immediately lunged at its companion, tackling the other robot to the ground. Despite having a mechanical handicap, the smaller android quickly got free of the other's grasp and pushed the larger robot to the ground face down. The smaller robot's cock suddenly burst from his pants, tearing the fabric like it were paper, and the android pierced his partner's ass with his steel rod but completely missed the hole. Instead, the metal cock seems to have pierced through the robot's ass but also got torn in the process.

Both robots stiffened and spoke several error messages that went over my head. I was surprised and even more aroused when the smaller robot used its remaining arm to grapple the other machine's head and twist it forcefully towards him, nearly tearing it off from the neck. Perhaps it was no longer able to distinguish directions, so the big robot's body started flailing and tried to stand up, taking the smaller bot along with it, but falling over and over again. One such fall, however, ended with it landing backward (or was it forward?), nearly crushing the other machine beneath it.

The smaller bot was already overloading from earlier damages and that last drop seems to have finally done the trick. It stiffened completely for a few seconds and stared blankly forward before the top of its head exploded in a shower of sparks and smoke. The robot pushed its body upward, lifting the larger robot above it, and I could see its twitching and damaged cock leaking and spraying its cum everywhere, including inside the other robot. That seems to have triggered something and the larger soldier's body suddenly stood up quickly, completely tearing off its head. The robot's large body swayed as it walked a few steps before falling down on its knees, its torn neck sparking and smoking as I watched its crotch get wet and finally drip a flood of cum.

"Holy shit!" I exclaimed as I increased the intensity of my humping of Jake's ass. I was on the verge of cumming when I was suddenly broken from my trance by Jake's monotone voice.

"Unit unit Jake ready. Awaiting cum-cum-command."