Superman was to leave me for several weeks so as to attend and moderate a United Nations convention, of which I had no appeal because politics bores me. Since we shared a two story house it would be up to me to attend the chores and household duties all by myself. Superman was not without compassion, however, as he surprised me with an invention one of the leading scientist friends of his had constructed. I couldn't believe my eyes when he brought home a shiny steel male home companion robotic figure. He told me this futuristic model was based on lifelike robots that had once accompanied his home planet of krypton, and was used by wide variety of residents there as companions, and even house maids. I was really taken back by the robot mans appearance because his stature was powerful, and his proportions were muscular, although made of pure chrome steel from head to toe.
Superman showed me how to use a remote along with voice commands before he left overseas. There was even a clapper type sound system in case I could not speak. His model type was M14, and that's what I called him by.
Superman wasnt gone for more than a day, when I finally used him to help with kitchen duties. I decided to clean all the shelves and also clean all the dishes inside. M14 could stand there and help with the drying of each dish as he was programmed to do domestic chores with utmost care and style. I soon found he was quite a talker with inquisitive nature of asking me various questions on how I got to meet and hook up with Superman.
He told me that Superman was a universal figure of legendary stories on how he came to planet Earth. It was at this point I found M14 was looking at me. His eyes were strange for a robot, but they almost seem real in a heavy plastic type manner. He was watching me in my runner's blue shorts, and looking at me as if checking me out. While carefully drying and putting away a salad dish, he raised a question to me. He asked me if me and Superman had any type of unusual relationship in the upstairs bedroom.
I thought this was a funny type of question for a robot maid to inquire about, and didnt think it was any of his business.
At this point, I was on top of a step ladder reaching to clean the highest open shelf, and I felt him get close to me. He took the step ladder by both his hands and held it firmly. M14 insisted he was worried about the step ladder moving in irregular direction which would cause me to fall. So he decided to stand behind me and hold the ladder in place.
I didnt think I really needed his help, but I gave in. Then I noticed something odd again. I could feel his steel nose brushing up against the lower part of my back shorts, and a sort of wheezing sound was coming from his interior. "Master," he said. "Are you sure you don't want me to smell more of your bottom shorts, cause they sure smell good." At this point I was embarresed by such a lanky question, and didnt know how to answer. Just then I could feel his steel tongue slowly licking at the side of my thigh darting in and out in random acts of pleasure. I asked him what he was doing, and he told me he was testing my supple skin base. I said to him, "You're giving me an examination?"
He said he was finding more about my bone structure and muscle fibers, whatever that means. Then I heard him let out a soft sigh, and he set his face into the back of my shorts and slowly bit of the side of my blue short cloth, and slightly pulling it. He let go of the ladder and began to reach upward to feel my legs on both sides. His strong yet gentle metal hands gliding up on either side. "Master you are soft, and it is making me feel harder. I need to know what it feels like, inside."
That was it, and I got down off the ladder to stop the chore duty I was trying to fulfill with my eager interest. But as I started to get down, he buried his strong metal face and hard nose into the crack of my bottom shorts, and kept me there so I could no longer go down any further. Then M14 let me down with both his strong muscle steel arms, and shoved his right hand down the front of my shorts, feeling my dick and balls. "Oh, you are so hot." he said. "Why couldnt I find another master like you before they gave me to you. I will never know. I just want to feel your lovely body, and make love to you!"
"You're programmed to do that? I quipped.
"Uh-huh, and just like other men too, but with other experiance from other programs into LOVEMAKING." That last part almost echoed from his robotic throat.
I didnt turn around because he did not want me to turn around, but kept me there with him firmly behind my, with him groping my shorts and whats inside. At this point he took his helmet headpiece off to show the gears inside his brain. It was interesting rather than repulsive, and I think he was overheating. Just then he slipped down my blue shorts to the edge of my thighs as I heard a bottom compartment begin to open from the lower part of his anatomy. Sure enough, it was a thick metal long growing hardening piece of dickmeat approaching from inside the compartment. The end of the dickmeat pulled out, and set itself on the back of my bare buns. Suddenly an ooze of glob came out of his dickmeat, like a slob of grease, and he began to rub the thick steel dick around the bottom of my anus. It became increasingly greasy down there, and I felt some of it down my legs. He held me firmly with his left hand next to my neck, and his right metal hand was around
the side of my waist as he thrust his metal dick member up into my crevice, and I could feel it slide in, splitting my butt apart to let his steel cock enter my shaft very slowly.
"MM-mm." I could hear him sigh. "That's why they named me M14. MM, it feels good, and it takes 14 minutes for me to CUM!!!"
Than he bent me over on my front, and began his robot jam. He had a timer, and it was fourteen minutes the M14 had to pump his lovin throttle into my bunghole for this man to feel the urge to let out a yell of robotic sensation. His dick head was lead by a mean robotic gyrator thrust that sometimes even went in circles, but mostly it gave continuous belts of thrusting power unlike even Superman could sometimes give. He barely moved his big muscle steel legs because the thruster inside the compartment did all the action. Somehow he was enjoying every minute of it, and looking behind me, I say both his eyes were sometimes crossed, and the steel tongue was perking out towards the side of his mouth. At 14 minutes exactly, and without letting me move a muscle, he moved his hard dick member totally inside me, as I felt a huge amount of involuntary liquid ooze jab out of the end of his throbbing man metal. "OOOhh!!!!!" the M14 gasped!
"What a love you are. I cannot believe it, and without so much as moving." Of which I couldnt do because his strong metal muscle arms were to solid.
"Oh, master! I must do this to you every night until the other man of steel arrives back for you. This is too much. OH!! OHhhhhhhhhhh-hh-hh. There! I'm finished. Good butt, very good butt. Hoo." Then the M14 walked into the family room. It was there he lit a fine cigar and began to smoke it while leaning on the chimeny.
"You know?" Stil puffing on the cigar. "I'm really not that horny, but that lovely butt of yours just got to me, ok? Is everything alright?"
"I dunno", I said. "There's just too much man of steel around here."
THE END