Sexbot P-534387 (Patreon)

- So, now repeat your name again.

- My name is Bre... Sexbot P-534387

- Great, now name your function.

- My function is to fulfill all sexual desires from my owner... what, no? I didn't mean to say that! I don't...

- Stop!

Brendon's mouth instantly closed at the instructions of the male tuner in the white coat, and he just as helplessly continued to simply observe the actions of the stranger, unable to even move and now even speak.

Brandon was completely confused and it seems that no one was going to explain anything to him. It was some kind of nightmare that began immediately after he opened his eyes after being frozen in a cryochamber.

This is not how Brandon imagined his future when he decided to use one of the most expensive procedures in the 21st century to freeze the body. He dreamed of seeing the future and living in a future in which such technologies would be possible, and taking into account the fact that in the 21st century Brandon, as one of the heirs of his rich father, left a fairly large amount of money for himself, he planned that after waking up he would be able to and again to live in nothing without denying yourself.

However, now, standing still, Brandon already understood that something was wrong. And although he saw his robotic body, it did not feel that way in his brain. Even the weight of the imitation breasts seemed real to him, and the trembling and dangling of those boobs seemed real too. At least that's how it felt in his head, though that was odd too, given the fact that Brandon had been a man in his life.

- Last test...

Slowly and as if routinely, the man said, going up to Bredon and starting to feel his nipples and the soft flesh of imitation breasts.

- Ahhhh....

Brandon suddenly spoke, not expecting such a high sensitivity and such sensations that he suddenly received from these touches. It was as if his head was cloudy and at that moment an uncontrollable desire appeared that it would not be downloaded

- Now you need to be sent further to the guys on artificial skin... Although... anyway... okay, today is the last time.

Removing his hands from Brandon's chest, the man looked at the closed door to make sure that no one would enter and began to take off his white coat and lower his pants.

- So. Sexbot, I want a blowjob... Why don't you move. Ah, exactly

Opening his eyes, Brandon viciously tried to regain control over his body, but control returned only after the words "Ah, right" and when the tuner pressed some button. However, for some reason, instead of hitting this idiot, Brandon, without changing his surprised, angry expression, slowly began to kneel down, and his mouth filled with some strange sticky liquid.

Brandon's brain, which was used for this sexbot, artificially received a large dose of an arousing chemical, according to the previously laid down procedure, and at that moment all the anger disappeared, there was only one desire to do what the voice tells him