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Hello No Straight Roads fandom. It's been a hot fucking minute.

Yes I know about NSR 2 coming out and my feelings are feelings lol. Yes I still have lots of NSR things to write, mostly trying to get my lore back in order and also some extremely self-indulgent nasty shit.

With that out of the way, this fic:

• Is a collection of prompts from this kinktober list, which is an unofficial one because the official kinktober hasn't been updated since 2023. This is the one I've seen people use the most, and it also doesn't have any stupid ass rules lmao (imagine trying to limit what people can write for kinktober).
• Will have one to three kinks done for each prompt, but only the ones for each day. I'm NOT going to do separate chapters for all of the kinks, that would be horrendous for me to try and do as someone with a full-time job now.
• Will have chapters of varying lengths, I will not try to make each chapter over 1k words like I did before as that's a recipe for me to never finish anything. Some chapters may be short because of that.
• Will have all sorts of fucked up shit in it as is par for the course with kinktober. Read the intro notes for each chapter to decide if you want to read it, and if you don't, go find something else to do instead of mentally self-harming lmao.
• Will have bits of lore that I haven't revealed for 1010 because I have terminal "it's all in my head and I forget others are not in my head" syndrome when it comes to fictional characters.
• Will have all chapters minus this one posted around 4 pm cst each day. First real chapter will be posted tonight, and tags will be added as each chapter is posted (minus the ones for tonight which are already there).

Anyways, enjoy! Or don't! I'm not your dad after all!

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He slid his fingers into his pussy, cool liquid gliding down his thighs.

Legs spreading for Zimelu, letting him touch where he pleased. Warm fingers ghosting down his thighs.

Withdrawing. Grabbing, moving, shoving.

So he imagines, anyways.

Being watched. Looked at with such intense lust.

"Fuck..." was all that Purl could murmur. He enjoyed touching himself for him, he enjoyed teasing himself into a madness as Zimelu watched him. He would rather have Zimelu touching, sure, but he still liked to put on a show for him... It made his stomach chamber go all fuzzy...

"Good boy, keep going... But don't cum just yet." Zimelu commanded, his voice rumbling and sending a shiver down Purl's spine. Fuck, his voice was so sexy...

Purl obeyed. Why wouldn't he? Why would he ever go against Zimelu's demands... Dragging his fingers up his pussy lips over and over again, Purl avoided his clit. If he touched his clit, he'd be done for, he'd cum and he'd disappoint his Melu...

Not that Zimelu was ever disappointed with him, of course.

"M-Melu, please... It's been an hour..." Purl whispered, still spreading his legs out wide for Zimelu, letting him see just how wet and irritated his poor blue pussy was. His fingers were long soaked as well.

Zimelu just ghosted his fingers even closer to his pussy. Purl choked on a whimper, spreading his pussy open with two fingers. H-He wanted to feel his fingers inside of him...

Zimelu pulled back again. More frustration. But not for long, as he instead got positioned in front of Purl's pussy.

"Keep it spread."

Purl kept it spread.

And he let out a cry when he felt Zimelu's long tongue snake out and flick at his clit.

That was all it took to get him to cum, squirting all over Zimelu's face.

He was spent. He never did have good stamina after cumming once. But Zimelu was fine with that.

Zimelu licked the juices off his pussy, his thighs, his fingers, and pressed a soft kiss to his stomach, then his chest, his neck... Before he reached his mouth.

Purl felt his pussy throb at the taste of himself on Zimelu's tongue. Blue raspberry and strawberries mixing so nicely...

Purl surrendered to the kiss.

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It had been a while since Zimelu had come to terms with Haym's particular kink. When Haym came to him one day and confided in him, he felt... A variety of things.

He felt honored that Haym trusted him enough to tell him this.

He felt a little nervous because of just what the kink entailed.

And he also felt... Incredibly horny over it.

Haym asked him to partake in it, and he was done for, any and all self-restraint obliterated by the thought of Haym under him, in cute outfits...

...Cute outfits that involved diapers and onesies and all sorts of baby things. Maybe toddler things if he was feeling big that day.

Zimelu looked down at Haym. He was wearing a soft, pastel yellow onesie. Below, his waist was poofed out with a huge, thick diaper that kept his legs spread out. He was wearing adult-sized baby booties with slippery soles, perfect for keeping him crawling as often as possible. Thick, padded bondage mittens covered his hands, keeping him helpless and unable to grasp anything. And of course, a pacifier was in his mouth, that he was currently suckling away on, not a care in the world as he got a bit drooly.

Zimelu smiled tenderly, his heart aching with love for him as he bent down and gently wiped the drool off of Haym. Haym rewarded him with a sweet little giggle, and Zimelu wanted to just scoop him up and cover him in kisses... Or fuck him into the sheets, whichever occurred first.

He had been straining against his crotch plates for the better part of the hour, after all.

Haym either didn't notice, or was used to it and didn't say anything. He knew that Zimelu was turned on by seeing him act like a cute, helpless little baby, turned on by seeing him enter this headspace... And it turned him on, too. He was already dribbling into his diaper a little. 

Zimelu picked him up, and decided it was time to feed him. The room they were in was a safe haven for all things age play, having a giant crib, loads of plushies, even a high chair for feeding when Haym was feeling more like a toddler. 

The chair would go unused today, however.

Zimelu instead got comfortable and set Haym against his chest. After pulling the pacifier out and setting it down nearby, Zimelu could feel Haym latch on so naturally. His own cheeks were left glowing as Haym started to drink his strawberry milk straight from his chest.

Usually he would use a bottle to drink milk or whatever Zimelu had in store for the day... But sometimes, things tasted better straight from the source... And it was fun to make Zimelu squirm with some bites~

He decided to go easy on Zimelu today, and just drink from him normally instead. Feeling his warm milk fill up his stomach chamber always made him feel so incredibly little, to the point he was bound to be nonverbal for the rest of the day...

Zimelu, for his part, pet Haym and stroked his hair, whispering words of love and adoration to him. He was still straining against his plates, red light leaking out as Haym contented himself against his chest.

Eventually Haym was full, so Zimelu transferred him over to the crib, putting the pacifier back into his mouth as Haym grabbed on to a plushie nearby and snuggled it close, before drifting off to sleep in front of Zimelu's eyes.

God, he wanted to cum on his face while he was sleeping.

Zimelu watched as Haym, minutes before he awoke, let out a load of shit and piss into his diaper. He watched his diaper bulge, heard it crinkle, saw Haym smile behind his pacifier in his sleep, completely and blissfully unaware.

He smirked, knowing that in minutes, Haym would wake up, realize what he did, and make cute little whimpers as he waited for Zimelu to change him and make it all better. He loved how he depended on him to do something as simple as change his dirty diapers in this state...

Minutes later, Zimelu was doing just that. Haym was on the changing table, sniffling pathetically as he looked up at Zimelu. He was always so humiliated when he lost control of himself and did that in his sleep, and Zimelu found it endlessly cute.

Zimelu got to see poor Haym's caged cock. Despite being the biggest in terms of length, he almost never used his cock, preferring to be on the bottom if anything. His pussy, however, was out... Free to play with and tease...

But Zimelu didn't want to play with it today. Instead, he went about the routine. Wiping him clean for longer than necessary, applying baby oil and powder... And grabbing a treat for him.

"Toys" were stashed in places around the room for ease of access. It didn't take long for Zimelu to locate a little bullet vibrator, and before he secured his diaper shut, he slid it inside of Haym's asshole. Haym made an adorable little yelp, but aside from a few wriggles, he didn't seem to be distressed. In fact, he only spread his legs more so Zimelu could get it nice and deep.

Zimelu pulled out when he heard Haym's little squeak, an indication that it was pressed snug against his prostate. He then taped up Haym's diaper and snapped his onesie shut again, before he groped at the front.

The way Haym squirmed almost made him lose it. But, like any good "daddy", he showed restraint.

Haym was set down in his crib again, already eagerly awaiting his reward for being so darn cute today. The vibrator was controlled by a remote, and Zimelu decided to flick it on low.

Haym's reaction was immediate. He grabbed one of the many pillows in the crib, and hugged onto it for dear life... And started to hump it as well. He always did get "excited" the easiest of 1010... Always had energy to hump like a rabbit, even in a state like this...

Turning the speed up to medium was enough to send Haym crashing over the edge, making a long whine behind his pacifier as he ground against the pillow. His cock was still trapped in the cage, but he still managed to cum, leaking through to his diaper. His pussy also squirted, as well.

Haym's cheeks could only glow brightly as he realized he'd already soiled his clean diaper...

Zimelu had no problem changing him again, of course.

Zimelu held Haym close. He had fallen asleep again after he had his diaper changed. One minute he had boundless energy, the next he was a sleepy, slow mess. Considering that Haym would almost always fall asleep during meetings, it wasn't that much of a surprise to Zimelu.

He was sitting in a big, comfy chair that the both of them would sink into almost comically when they sat in it, and he had a blanket around the two of them. No sense in letting his baby boy get cold, after all...

Zimelu paused when he looked at Haym's arm peeking out from the blanket. His scars were visible the whole time today, but he was so used to seeing them that he almost never noticed these days. His heart hurt a little whenever he saw them...

But, ever since he started to indulge Haym in this kink... He noticed less and less fresh scars. In fact, he hadn't added any for 4 months by now, a record for him...

Maybe this was good for him... He hoped it was good for him...

His thumb ran over his arm. Haym only slightly stirred in his sleep, seemingly comforted by the gesture. Zimelu felt his heart ache with love for him...

...And when he thought about how the mittens on his hand prevented him from cutting, he got hard at the idea of forcing Haym to wear them all the time.

Goddammit.

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"I-I really don't know about this, Neon..."

Rin had questioned how he got here. Neon's whims usually made sense to him, but sometimes, not even he could figure them out.

Neon had told him, not asked, that he was going to come to the bedroom with him and Nova tonight. Rin asked if Nova even knew he was coming, to which Neon evaded the question as he got him all "prepped" for whatever the hell he was going to be walking into.

Prep consisted of getting naked, getting restrained with a bondage harness that forced his arms behind him, getting a collar put on him... And getting a set of nipple clamps clamped onto his nipples, connected to a chain that Neon was currently dragging him by, keeping him from falling too far behind.

And his asshole getting stretched and lubed up in advance for about half an hour.

His cheeks were glowing bright. He felt like he was meat being presented on a silver platter or something.

And for his questioning, all Rin got was a ring gag shoved in his mouth, his tongue dangling out and drool already dripping onto his naked chest. Great.

Neon opened the door and led him inside. Nova was sitting on the bed... Reading. With little reading glasses on his orb.

Jesus fucking christ, did Neon even TELL Nova they were going to fuck tonight?

The quizzical look that Rin felt he gave them (hard to tell with no facial features) told him that no, he had not. Because of-fucking-course he didn't.

"Neon... Why did you bring Rin in here? And why is he... Dressed... Like that?" Nova asked, confusing lacing his voice as he set his glasses and book on the bedside table. How he didn't crush his glasses was beyond Rin.

"It's our anniversary, is it not?" Neon stated, acting like this entire situation was normal. "I thought that maybe, I could give you a present... A nice fleshlight to use..."

Rin's cheeks glowed as he referred to him like an object, a sex toy. It always did turn him on to be objectified like that... But it was a little humiliating when Neon did it in front of others...

"A fleshlight. Right. Rin's a person, you know. Or... Whatever robots are considered..." Nova said, letting Neon hop up on the bed and drag Rin up there. Rin whimpered as the clamps pulled tight on his nipples, since he wasn't fast enough getting up there.

Rin was already hard as he obediently spread his legs, presented himself for Nova. Drool and cum dripping onto the sheets and his cheeks glowing like headlights they were so bright.

Despite his patience with Neon's antics clearly running thin, Nova wasn't one to refuse a gift wrapped up as nicely as this. Rin jolted when he felt his massive hand grab his middle and gently pull him closer. Nova at least had the mercy to wait until Neon let go of the chain leading to the clamps.

"You do want this, right? Neon's not just making you, is he?" Nova said, turning towards Neon. Neon just looked at his feet and twiddled his thumbs.

Rin nodded, however, and that was all the confirmation that Nova needed before Rin let out a mess of garbled up whines. Nova's finger had slid up his asshole, and fuck it hurt. How did Neon take them so often? He could already see a bulge in his stomach from it!

Rin just held still as much as he could while Nova further loosened his hole up. He was already prepped, but Nova never took any chances... Or missed an opportunity to make his partner squirm more. By virtue of how big it was, his prostate was already found and being pummeled by the tip of Nova's massive finger.

It was like he was getting fucked by a dick it was so huge...

Before Rin could even process what was happening, he shivered as the chain was harshly tugged on again by Neon, and a dick suddenly invaded his throat. Somehow, Neon's junk was left intact, an organic part that was functioning quite well as Rin could feel it brushing against his synthetic tonsils, making him recoil in a gag.

He couldn't shut his mouth thanks to the gag, so instead, he just started to lick at what he could. Neon would pull out from time to time, and Rin would tease at his head, lapping away and smearing drool and pre everywhere. He was proud of the moans that he heard Neon make.

Nova finally pulled his finger out, and lined his cock up. It was actually a little smaller than his fingers, but still very big all things considered. Rin felt tears slip out as Nova started to fuck him slow and deep.

Neon kept tugging on the chain, his poor nipples aching and each tug sending shocks of pleasure down to his dick. He wasn't as masochistic as other members of 1010, of god forbid Neon, but he still liked a little pain... He could only dribble more pre out as it kept on going.

Everyone fell into a rhythm. Nova would fuck Rin deep, each thrust hitting his prostate and making Rin's dick twitch wildly against his stomach. Neon was starting to fuck him deep as well, keep I'm on his cock as he felt such bliss from Rin's noisy gags. His nipples kept getting tugged on, feeling stretched to their limit at times.

Rin felt one of Nova's fingers brush against his dick, and that was it for him. He felt everything go white, his ears ringing as he temporarily lost awareness of his surroundings, only noticing his own robotic pulse as he made a mess all over his stomach.

Neon and Nova soon followed suit, Rin's anal contractions and gagging sending them over the edge to spill their cum inside of him.

Neon's cum was normal... But Nova's had a bit of a tingle to it, and he was barely aware of the fact that it sparkled when he looked in Nova's direction.

Neon was already passed out, in the process of rebooting. That usually happened when he came too hard... Good. Rin hoped that he would be aching tomorrow.

Rin felt the harness, gag, and clamps come off of him. He was being pulled into a hug, resting against Nova's massive chest (fuck his tits were huge) and getting his hair played with. He didn't take Nova to be such a sap... But he certainly wasn't complaining. Neon's form of aftercare was usually fast and impersonal, which Rin didn't have a problem with, but sometimes he just wanted someone to hold him close...

Rin asked if he was a good anniversary present.

He felt his dick throb a little when they both told him yes.

He couldn't wait till next year...

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Rin didn't even know where he was. All he knew was he was with Neon... And that was all he needed to know.

Why would he need to know anything else? He was with the love of his life... His captain, his creator...

The man who would empty his pretty little head out and free him of all his worries...

It was always nice to be teased and toyed with in this state. He could feel Neon pressing something down a place it normally shouldn't go, and he let out a whine as his legs almost gave out.

Standing up straight like a good soldier, he let Neon push it further and further down until it reached the end. And he pressed something on the tip, a click heard as Rin went rigid and the object vibrated.

"Good boy... You're alright with being on edge today, right? No complaints?" Neon asked, his voice soothing to Rin with its synthetic edge to it.

Rin dumbly nodded. He didn't need to cum today... If Neon said he didn't have to cum, then he didn't have to... He trusted him...

Cumming would feel real nice... But listening to Neon would feel nicer...

Neon had a study, a scuffed little room where he would do anything related to official NSR business. He usually was in this room as little as possible these days, but back before the revolution, he would spend hours in here.

Rin used to accompany him to keep him... Company... And he'd been thinking back to those times... Being Neon's little stress relief long into the hours of the night and early morning...

He never thought he'd get to relive those days.

Rin was kneeling in front of the banged-up little desk, legs spread as much as they could be. His cock was painfully erect, a ring around the base and his balls keeping him from cumming. A vibrating sounding rod was stuck inside, keeping even his pre from coming out (or at least cumming out like it should, reduced to a stopped up, slow ooze). A bullet vibrator was taped just under the head of his dick, buzzing on high.

He wanted to cum so bad... But Neon told him not to, so he'd hold it in... He'd hold it in for him...

The hypnosis Neon did to him prevented him from cumming, anyways, since he commanded him not to. Rin didn't even have to worry his pretty little head.

Rin would sometimes hump the air, his hips snapping and shivering. He wanted Neon to touch him. He wanted to feel his hands on his poor, throbbing cock.

But Neon was busy filling out forms. Something about he was the one to authorize those "damn kids" permission to travel outside of the city...

A knock on the door invaded Rin's ears. He straightened up, remembering Neon's commands: Stay up straight, keep your legs spread, your cock thrust out, and don't speak, even when spoken to.

"Come in." Neon grumbled.

The door creaked open, before someone stepped inside. Purl-hew. Rin's cheeks glowed brighter as Purl took one look at him and gaped.

"I-If this is a bad time, I'll come back later..."

"Nonsense. Whatever you need, it's the perfect time. Come in, don't just stand there, you're letting a draft in."

Purl cautiously closed the door. His own cheeks were brightly glowing as he couldn't help but gaze in Rin's direction. Rin just kept his eyes cast down, right at his dick.

Rin didn't even know what Purl was saying, or what Neon was saying. He was starting to go into a haze as the vibrations kept on teasing his dick inside and out. Felt like he wasn't even in his body anymore.

Of course, that just wouldn't do.

"As long as you don't touch him, do whatever you want."

Rin was fading in and out of awareness as Purl got in front of him, his pussy already out and covered in blue blush, and started to finger himself in front of him. Rin knew what to do, commands from previous times in his head as he opened his mouth, and looked up at Purl with the neediest expression he could muster.

Purl quickly came, squirting his juices on Rin's face, getting some in his fluffy white hair, and even coating his tongue with it. Rin shivered, but kept his mouth open obediently.

Purl quickly scuttled out of the office, mumbling something about "perverts", before the door clicked shut.

Rin still knelt there. Mouth still open. Because Neon didn't tell him to shut it.

And he never did for the rest of the night while the vibrators just buzzed away...

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Purl hissed in pain as red wax splattered all over him. Tied up with red ropes, everything was a clear indicator of who he belonged to right now.

"Good boy... You're doing good, my precious little pearl..." Zimelu said, his voice rumbling and making Purl wetter. He tilted another candle over, wax dripping out and making pretty patterns all over Purl's chest.

A spot of wax hit one of Purl's nipples and he couldn't help the shuddering whimper he made, some tears escaping.

Zimelu pressed a kiss to his forehead, whispering praise to him as he took yet another candle and poured more, this time down his stomach and ribs. Purl just wriggled as much as he could, but he still held relatively still for Zimelu. He didn't want to mess him up too much, after all...

"M-Melu, it hurts... I-I'm sorry..." Purl whispered, already feeling like he was at the edge of his limits. "I-I still wanna continue... Just, just let me take a break... Please..."

Zimelu never could say no to his cute begging.

Zimelu pulled back, setting the next candle down. Instead, he took one of his free hands, and stuck his fingers in Purl's mouth. His poor pussy had been throbbing the entire session today, flushed a deep blue and wet, dripping.

He'd give Purl a treat if he got him sufficiently wet...

Purl sucked on his fingers like a cock. Zimelu felt his own dick stir within his plates as Purl's soft, small little tongue started to wrap itself around his fingers, lick up them, between them.

The look he gave him while his fingers were in his mouth almost made Zimelu quit everything and just fuck him into the sheets. But, he had restraint.

Some restraint, anyways. Just enough.

Grabbing the candle again, Zimelu took his wetted fingers, and easily pushed them into Purl's pussy. His heart ached when Purl made a precious little sigh of relief.

Of course, it didn't last long for poor Purl, as Zimelu started to pour the candle wax on him again.

Painting his thighs. His stomach. Getting closer and closer to his pussy.

Only when Zimelu found his g-spot did he press HARD against it, and drip the remaining wax onto Purl's pussy, getting his clit.

Purl's reaction was instant. A choked scream, his back arching like a bowstring as he struggled against the restraints, followed by a pitiful little sob as he came hard around Zimelu's fingers.

And tears. Lots of fat tears streaming down his cheeks.

Zimelu pressed kisses to his cheeks, smooching him and whispering things to him to get him to calm down.

He was cute with tears in his eyes, at least...

Later, Purl was all cleaned up. Zimelu cleared the wax off of him, and what he couldn't get, he made sure to scrub off in the bath as he got in it with Purl.

Hearing his sweet giggles when he cleaned off his more ticklish parts made Zimelu's ache with love.

"So... You enjoyed yourself, at least?" Zimelu asked, holding Purl close to him.

Purl shyly nodded, just pressing his head into his chest as he felt Zimelu run his hand through his hair, cover his forehead with kisses.

Zimelu was such a big softy...

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A few months had passed since a horrific and traumatic event had happened to Eloni. An event he didn't like to even talk about because fuck, his life was normal one minute and now he was expected to accept that it wasn't the next?

He was fine. He was the funny, weird one of 1010. The lonely one who just wanted some more fans and would do anything to get them. There was nothing to be ashamed of about that.

He was built to be pathetic, right? He was built to be this way... And some asshole took advantage of it. He could just get up and brush himself off.

Barraca mansion had a few bars in it, scattered throughout the floors, because of course the mansion of the city's hottest boy band would have a place to get shitfaced. Had to entertain fans, after all. Eloni found one, and dug through it. In the back were things for robots, aged oil, some of it spoiled and rotten with long stringy clumps of god knows what inside.

Eloni grabbed a few tins of it and brought them back to his room. He quickly downed them all on an empty stomach. But that was fine, right?

He was fat enough that it wouldn't matter, right...?

Everything was starting to blur around the edges. He couldn't feel his feet or his hands or his face, that meant that the oil was working and he was hopefully numb enough for a few hours to forget everything.

He wished he could be drunk all the time. Then maybe he could just get through life in a slog until his CPU stopped looping bad memories on repeat.

Maybe he could fill his head up with junk data and that would solve everything...

But the memories never stopped after that night.

Pushed down into the ground, he felt his limbs being pulled off, wires left sparking everywhere and fluids pooling under him. He was being kicked in the stomach in particular repeatedly for some reason, and he didn't understand why...

"Of course the fatass would be desperate for any kind of attention... We should have done this a long time ago..."

Eloni tried to cry out, but his mouth was quickly plugged up. And before he could bite down, they warned him that they would break his jaw if he tried anything.

They broke it later that night anyways.

Eloni shook his head. He fucking hated how they made him feel about his body. He... He liked his frame... He liked being fat and chubby and soft...

And yet now, he would look at the rest of 1010's frames. He wanted to be skinny like Purl, or cute like Haym, or maybe even big and buff like Zimelu...

He stumbled down to another one of the many bars in the mansion. He just drank the oil right out from the tins when he got there, leaving a huge mess for some poor cleaner bot to tidy up. He'd make sure to pay them extra if he remembered...

He just wanted everything to stop already.

He was finally starting to feel sick. The burn of fermented oil in his stomach was starting to reach back up to his throat, but he held it down each time.

The memories were making it harder, though.

They made him pose for the camera, someone having whipped their phone out. They yanked him by his ponytail and forced him to so all sorts of humiliating, gross shit.

Lick someone's cum off the dirty ground. Spread his asshole wide enough to see the twitching, bruised insides. Call himself a worthless fatass that had no fans. Made him piss himself, and he was purposely laid back in it when they fucked him again.

They were so rough with him, and the only time they cared about his pleasure was to jack him off and make him cum, so they could rub in the fact that he came during rape. He must've liked it if he came, right?

He was BUILT to be a worthless fucking slut-bot.

Heated metal objects were stuffed into his holes, ruining him as they burned him inside and out. His skin was slashed and pulled apart. Wires fried and tugged out of place. Fake synthetic organs ripped out and squished painfully around dicks.

And then his world went dark as he felt a painful strike, directly against the back of his head, aimed at his CPU to cause the most possible damage and-

Eloni was stumbling faster, trying to make it to a bathroom, when he felt watery oil blast out from the cracks of his plates.

He sobbed as he sunk down to his knees, pissing himself in some random hallway of the mansion while he was drunk enough to hurt.

As if things weren't bad enough, he threw up as well, thick black sludge coating the wall and floor in front of him, along with his chest and stomach.

He cried. He couldn't help but cry his eyes out as he realized what a fucking mess he was now and the memories flooded his head, tormenting him over and over again.

He eventually passed out, just wanting to shut down and never reboot...

Purl eventually found him.

The two of them never really had the best relationship... Not because they hated each other or anything, but because they never really interacted with each other as it was.

Honestly, Eloni just felt ashamed that Purl found him in such a state. He was left blubbering as Purl just gave him such a pitying look and dragged him into a nearby bathroom.

The fact that he was only a few steps away from it made Eloni cry harder.

Purl got a bath going, and he helped clean Eloni off, washing away the vomit and piss and sweat and booze and dried tears.

Purl asked Eloni questions as he dried him off. Eloni answered on autopilot, telling Purl what he did and why.

Again, Purl only gave him a look of pity. It made Eloni want to start crying all over again.

But Purl just led him to a guest bedroom.

The rest of 1010 had been holding off on interacting with him sexually after what had happened to him... But Purl was now the first to breach it again.

He felt Purl kiss all over his body, starting with his face, and working down his chest.

He said... He said that he loved how big his tits were. They were moobs, and Eloni never thought that they appealed to anyone.

He said that he loved how fat his stomach was. He covered it in kisses until Eloni was squirming and begging him to do anything else because he felt like his cheek patches were going to blow a fuse from overheating.

He said that he loved his fat cock... And slid his tight pussy over it, riding it. Eloni's dick was the shortest of 1010's, but the thickest... He never knew anyone even liked dicks like that...

Purl hugged onto his tummy, pressing kiss after kiss to it as he kept telling Eloni how beautiful and perfect he was.

Eloni started crying again. But it didn't feel bad...

Eloni eventually came inside of Purl's pussy, and Purl snuggled with him.

Told him that he was sorry for not paying attention to him all these years.

Told him that he was perfect and those fans would never hurt him again.

Eloni felt his heart aching... But he also felt it start to close its open wounds, ever so slowly.

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Pretty and waiting for Rin, Haym couldn't see.

Rin slipped a blindfold over him earlier, blocking out his sight.

He was on edge, jumpy from even the air ghosting against his skin.

"Good boy... What's it been, a week?" Rin asked him.

He could only nod, shivering as Rin ran his hand down to his crotch.

He was naked, minus the blindfold... And a cock cage.

All Rin wanted was for him to last a week without cumming, keeping a cage on and only his dick out so he couldn't cheat.

It was a pain to wear clothes for the week, but it was worth it.

It was worth it to get endless praise from Rin...

Rin poked Haym's balls, almost making him fall over. It didn't hurt, but fuck... It almost made him cum...

"Such a good boy... This has to be a record for you... Think you can make it another week? If you do, I'll give you a reward... Or maybe I'll make you go another week~" Rin teased.

Haym only made a whimper as he nodded, willing to take on the challenge.

He wanted to make Rin proud... So, he would gladly go for another week...

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Haym Was fidgeting, waiting for the webcam to start capturing him. He had taken the time to get all dressed up nice for what he was about to do...

He had been waiting a month for this moment, the moment he could take his cage off and cum his brains out... But Rin threw him for a loop this morning.

Told him that if he wanted to cum, he would have to do it on a live stream, in front of their millions of fans...

...While dressed up in a girly getup.

Haym had his hair back in a ponytail with a massive bow, he had an oversized yellow sweater on, a teeny tiny yellow skirt, and yellow and white striped panties. He also had a matching bralette, and thigh high socks. He had yellow lipstick and eyeshadow on as well.

He was already blushing and squirmy as he completed his look with a yellow face mask. He wanted to have at least a fraction of dignity...

The stream went live, and chat exploded. They recognized him, of course. How could they not?

He knew that Rin was watching the stream chat and modding it, banning anyone who said anything shitty with the force of god, so he was flooded with a surprising amount of positive messages instead.

Messages telling him how cute he was, how they couldn't wait to see what he had in store tonight, how they wanted to fuck him... That last one, some people might be upset with, but not Haym.

Hearing how much fans wanted him made him feel good... It didn't used to, but now, he practically lived for it...

Haym lifted his skirt up, showing his cute little bulge. With the flat cock cage on, his monster of a dick was instead hidden away, only his cute little balls (swollen and flushed from a month of disuse) were on display. Haym's cheeks were already glowing, and he spread his legs.

He reached for something offscreen, his favorite wand vibrator, and the key to his cage that Rin so graciously gave him earlier. He shakily unlocked his cage, and his dick finally sprang to life. The chat once again exploded, some people taken aback by how huge it was, others clearly enjoying the current turn of events.

He quickly plugged the vibrator in, and turned it on. He pressed it right against his balls, and the second he flicked it to high, he came.

But he left the wand there. He wanted to make up for lost time.

He came again and again, teased by the vibrations and already so horny from the fact that millions were watching him just cum himself stupid in frilly clothes on stream. He briefly opened his eyes to see one user send a white heart, and Haym knew it was Rin.

He only came harder at that.

Eventually, he was finally all spent, and he was shivering hard as he regained his bearings. He let the stream run a little longer, let everyone get all their screenshots and clips and get their horny messages out, before he shut it off.

He knew he'd have to go to Rin later to thank him...

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Zimelu had come to Nova earlier in the day with a request. Years ago, Nova had taught Zimelu how to do shibari. He wanted to learn in the first place so he could tie up Purl, make him all helpless and pretty for him. For years after, he had fun with Purl, doing just that. But lately, he had been getting a bit rusty, and also wanted to learn some more advanced techniques instead of just normal ties.

It should have been simple. It should have gone just like it did last time.

But of course, Zimelu always WAS the unlucky one...

"Nova... I don't think this is right..." Zimelu said, his cheeks steadily glowing red.

He was currently naked, resting on the balls of his feet... Completely tied up in red shibari.

His arms behind him in an intricate rope arm bind, his legs spread and tied. Nova had just gotten done tying ropes around his chest, of course putting one rope down between his fat pecs and drawing more emphasis to them. Currently, he was tying ropes that were tugging at his crotch in such a distracting way...

"Nonsense, this is correct... It's better to experience things hands-on, is it not?" Nova just said, a slight tease to his voice that made Zimelu understand why Neon could never say no to the man...

Zimelu started to squirm when he wrapped some rope around his dick, keeping him hard, but also denying him release. That earned him a shark smack on his thigh, making him curse.

Nova just finished the knots before turning Zimelu over and pushing him down, and going out of his sight silently. He could hear him rummage around in a drawer nearby...

...And he let out yet another curse when he felt a thick rubber paddle land on his asscheek.

"There will be no foul language while 'class' is in session..." Nova tutted, landing another slap on Zimelu's other cheek.

Zimelu felt tears run down his cheeks by the time Nova got to 20 spanks. He was slapping each cheek one after the other, and his dick was already throbbing with each slap, leaking and smearing precum all over the sheets. He... He knew he deserved it for mouthing off, he always did as the bad boy of 1010... But fuck, his head was fogging up...

Nova sensed this, and eased up. He still didn't give him the mercy of an orgasm, though. Not yet.

"Did you learn your lesson? Stay still while I'm tying you, and don't curse." he said. "You need to absorb this lesson, after all..."

Zimelu just nodded, staying silent. It was just as well, because Nova slid a thick bit gag into his mouth. Zimelu's cheeks glowed brighter as he felt himself already chewing on it, getting a chuckle from Nova.

"Good boy. Just let me get one final thing set up..."

Minutes later, Zimelu had a lot of knots placed on his back above his arms. Nova then tied a length of rope to it, and it was only then that Zimelu realized what the hook on the ceiling he barely took notice of earlier was for.

Soon, he was swaying gently from the ceiling, suspended and disoriented as Nova stood back to admire his work.

He then felt his heart sink when he saw him pick the paddle back up.

"Just need to make you match the ropes..." was all he said before he started to spank him with almost a vengeance he went so hard. Zimelu swayed with each hit, his head eventually lifting back with each hit, his long hair covering his eyes. It was just as well, because tears were streaming down his cheeks after a while.

Zimelu lost count after 150 spanks. His ass was on fire, his dick was steadily leaking a stream of pre to the floor, and he was completely tamed, putty in Nova's hands.

He felt the ropes around his dick loosen, and his hair getting brushed gently back. He looked up at Nova with staticy eyes, pleading with him as he was drooling past the gag, chewing it to try and soothe himself a little from all the pain...

"You took your punishment well... You are free to cum as you please..." Nove rumbled, sending a jolt of arousal through Zimelu.

All Nova did was grind his massive palm into Zimelu's dick and that was enough to send him over the edge.

After a few minutes of letting him hang further and inspecting the damage to his backside, Nova untied Zimelu. Zimelu knew he'd have marks for a few days, but that only turned him on.

As Nova was stretching and massaging Zimelu's stiff joints, he showered Zimelu with praise. Zimelu blushed harder, never knowing how to handle such things, since usually he was the one giving them to others.

It felt nice though... And despite this entire session clearly being a ruse for Nova to tie him up and punish him... He did learn some new techniques he could use on Purl...

All he knew was that he would have to do this again.

And soon.

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Zimelu used to only care about his own pleasure. Every girl he fucked was just another hole to him, something to use for his own gratification. And when he was done, it was on to the next one.

All that changed when him and Purl started to fuck. No, fuck wasn't the right term... When they made love...

Zimelu knew that Purl was born with a female frame, and he instead chose a male one soon after, saying it fit better. But when they got the upgrades that gave them genitalia in the first place... He preferred to use his pussy.

Zimelu wondered why, and once again, Purl just said it felt right. He was still a guy... But just a little bit different. Zimelu learned about humans and their own looks over the years, and he realized that Purl had some things in common with them in that regard.

Purl would use his pussy more often during sex. He loved getting stuffed with Zimelu's massive cock, loved feeling his cum flood his womb. And Zimelu learned to slow down, pay attention to his pleasure. He learned how to make him feel good with his clit, careful to not overstimulate him (because that was a lesson learned the hard way). Zimelu reflected this in the sex he had with humans again, becoming more attentive to their needs.

But one day, Purl wanted to try something new that changed Zimelu's world forever.

He wanted Zimelu to eat him out. Said that he always fantasized about feeling his tongue inside of him.

It was then that Zimelu learned two things. One, he loved to eat pussy and see his partner writhe underneath him, come undone. And two... He himself could cum from giving oral, his tongue was so sensitive.

He was hooked, doomed from the start to become an addict to eating pussy.

And yet, for some reason, he didn't mind that...

Purl was sitting on top of him, straddling his face. Purl wanted to fool around like normal, but Zimelu practically begged him to let him eat his pussy out. Purl couldn't say no to his surprisingly needy face, all thoughts dashed and replaced with the desire to ride his tongue.

Zimelu wrapped his arms around Purl's spread thighs, keeping them wide open as his tongue was lashing at his lips. He was already lost in the act, single-mindedly eating his pussy and licking up each wave of squirt.

The waves were getting smaller and smaller as Purl was already starting to get exhausted. He had just gotten done riding his tongue like a cock, and wanted to lie down, honestly.

Zimelu gladly repositioned himself, and when Purl got comfy, sliding a pillow under his back for comfort, Zimelu got snug between his legs again.

ZImelu left all kinds of little bites along Purl's inner thighs, marking him in a place only he would see and getting the cutest whimpers of pain from him. He then kissed each mark he made, and licked them as well.

Purl melted at that, and shook his hips. He was already wet again...

No time was wasted as Zimelu softly licked at his lips again, teasing his clit with the piercing on his tongue and getting adorable whines from him. His tongue slowly found its way back inside of him, and Zimelu felt at home in all senses of the word.

He could feel that familiar pressure building in his stomach as Purl's pussy clenched around it, and he would flick at his tender walls. His lips were busy mouthing at the outside, his nose was grinding against his clit.

He groaned into Purl's pussy when Purl came once more, contracting around his tongue and making Zimelu cum against the sheets.

Things went on like this for a while, until Zimelu finally managed to shake himself from his pussy-drunk stupor long enough to pull back.

The last thing Zimelu remembered before passing out was making out with Purl, the little blue bot shivering as he tasted himself on his tongue.

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Touring outside of Vinyl City was rough, especially when it wasn't all of 1010.

Rin and Purl-hew were doing some kind of promotion, spreading the music of 1010 to other cities. They were paired together as Rin was the face of the band, and Purl-hew was good at management-related things.

The rest of 1010 was busy with their own shit, too.

Purl missed Zimelu, and Rin missed Neon. Calling them each night eased their ache a little, but not enough.

At least they were already comfortable sleeping with each other... But that led to a mishap.

Rin and Purl went to bed early that night, since they were going to have a long, tedious day tomorrow, passing out merch.

Despite still missing their lovers, they got rather comfortable with each other quickly. Purl snuggled up into Rin's arms, feeling at ease with the older bot holding him close. Rin was so clingy and cuddly as it was.

Eventually, they both fell asleep.

But of course, Purl was awoken hours later, rather rudely.

At some point in the night, Rin's pants must have slipped down. Because Purl felt Rin's naked, leaking cock, erect and pulsing as it ground against his inner thigh. Purl froze, not wanting to wake him up.

It was silly, he should have just woken him up. But instead... Purl just lay there and took it. Took it from someone who wasn't even aware what they were doing.

Purl, despite himself, started to get wet. Rin was making such a cute face, mumbling adorably... And even his humps were cute, fast little things as he was trying to seek out something warm and wet...

Purl decided to help him, slipping his own pants down as slowly as he could, and positioning himself as much as he could while Rin still hugged onto him.

Eventually, Rin made contact, and his dick slid inside of Purl.

Purl was trembling as Rin started to pick up speed, his body just reacting naturally as he was hugged closer.

For a while, things continued like this. Right as Rin was about to cum, however, he finally woke up, perhaps his body overwhelmed by the sensations.

He tried to pull out of Purl once he grasped what he was doing, but Purl held him firm and moved his own hips.

Rin was completely disoriented, but let it happen. He didn't fight it, because despite everything, it felt good...

Rin didn't last long, cumming inside of Purl's pussy. It was only then that Purl let him pull out.

Purl gave him a kiss on his forehead, and told him to go back to sleep before he nuzzled back into his arms, leaving Rin a blushing mess.

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It had been a while since Haym partook in this kink. But, when it was Sayu who was begging him to do it... Well, he couldn't say no to her, could he?

She was his gorgeous wife, after all...

And he did enjoy this kind of thing anyways... He'd been craving this, actually, for a while now...

So when Sayu took him to the bedroom, Haym just took a deep breath, and got ready to have his head emptied for a day.

Haym was giggling stupidly on the bed. He was completely limp, like a doll as Sayu took clothes on and off of him, tried to see what fit him best.

He obediently lay there for her, not even squirming he was so deep under her loving trance.

Soon, Sayu settled on an outfit for him. An oversized, fluffy sweater. A pink short skirt. White and pink striped thigh highs. Some cute, pink mary janes. He was wearing pink panties and a pink bra, and of course he had a pink cock cage on.

Sayu left his hair down, she'd brush it later. Right now, she had makeup to put on him.

Haym Was still limp, but felt his dick stir when she started to apply lipstick to him, blush, eyeshadow. All of it pink, of course.

Despite her intense nature at times, it felt... Gentle... Nice...

He could help the moan that slipped out when she gently tilted his head up. He looked up at her through heavy eyes.

"Nnnnn... Dearrrrr..." was all that Haym could manage to push out, never one to skip pet names even when he was lost deep in an empty, static-filled bliss. Sayu just responded by kissing his forehead.

Haym whimpered at that.

She was finally finished with the makeup, and she gently lifted Haym up, floating through the air as if it was made of water. She grabbed a brush, and got situated on the bed, Haym in her lap.

Haym felt all his worries melt away when she brushed his hair. All he could do was smile and feel waves of bliss wash over him as she brushed his hair.

She was treating him like a doll of sorts... And it really turned him on.

Once she was satisfied that he looked absolutely perfect... She decided to play with him.

"A perfect little dolly, just for me..." she cooed, grabbing Haym's favorite wand off a shelf. They just kept their toys out in the open, the both of them driven by their lusts with no regard for what a guest might think.

She flicked it on, and pressed it against the bulge in Haym's panties. His flaccid, caged cock was teased by the vibrations, and he finally started to squirm a little.

All he could think about was how good he felt and how hot Sayu was, a pretty pink mermaid of lust who just wanted to toy with him every day, break him over and over again with pleasure...

Sayu found some tape, and taped the wand to his thigh, leaving it mercilessly buzzing against his balls through his already wet panties. She then decided to give him a treat...

Ever since she became an adult, Sayu upgraded her form to have tits... Massive tits that everybody noticed, were the first thing people typically saw when they weren't looking at her mermaid tail. She made them giant, gravity-defying orbs since she was a digital being and honestly, why not? Why settle for something "realistic" when she could be a cartoonish fantasy like all the vast swaths of fictional characters in porn online?

Plus, when she saw how riled up her tits would make Haym, she simply couldn't resist making them like this.

Even in his zoned-out state, Haym still looked at her with a sparkle in his dulled eye, clearly wanting to feel them. So she grabbed him and shoved his face deep into her cleavage.

She also flicked the vibrator up to high.

It didn't take long for Haym to finally make strangled little gasps as he humped against her tail, the vibrations driving him mad. He also started to get a little lightheaded as he couldn't really breathe from inside the two giant pink tits on either side of his head.

Just when he was about to pass out, she let him get a breath. Apparently, that shocked Haym's system to the point that he couldn't hold on, and he came, making a mess in his cute little panties and feeling thoroughly submissive from the fact he came flaccid.

She gave him another look when their eyes met, and Haym shuddered as her hypnosis was refreshed, going limp again while the vibrator still buzzed away.

Sayu decided to commit to the bit of a girl playing with her toys, and put him back on the bed, giving him a pat on his forehead... Before she purposely swam away, finding some plushies to play with.

Leaving the vibrator running while Haym could only lay there, limp and unable to do anything but endure the overstimulation. Maybe she'd come back for him in a few minutes, or a few hours, whichever occurred first.

God, he loved her so much.

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Strapped down tight in a chair in the mansion's basement. Arms to the arms. Legs spread. Head back and held with a strap. Naked, jaw wrenched open with a dental gag, tongue flopped out.

Rin was oozing cum as Purl used delicate probing tools to poke at his silicone gums, drag down the center of his tongue, make him jolt with a tickle at the roof of his mouth.

"Good boy, you've been cleaning your oral cavity rather diligently..." Purl said, his voice low and soothing. Rin whimpered as best he could as Purl brought out a small polishing brush.

He felt his dick throb as Purl spent time on each tooth, ticklishly cleaning right against his gums. Something about how gentle yet meticulous this was thrilled him.

Purl just continued, not paying Rin's dick any mind as he cleaned his mouth. He had the cold dom act down, focusing on the act and the kink instead.

Once he finished, he left the gag in Rin's mouth, before sliding some wires into it. They wrapped around his tongue, slid down his throat. Rin shivered once more.

Purl then got to work opening him up. He pressed a groove at his chest, opening the cavity and exposing his innards to him. Wires, circuits, transistors. Fake silicone organs made to give 1010 realistic give or proportions or whatever Neon said, really they were mostly there as a treat for 1010 with how sensitive they were.

Rin averted his gaze as Purl started to take each squishy, fake organ out and set it aside on a nearby table. Once they were all out (minus his lungs and heart of course), he started to get to cleaning his wires.

Delicate brushes were used to get rid of built-up dust and grime. Rin groaned as he felt waves of bliss wash over him. Getting these parts were always pleasurable for all of 1010, for most robots even.

Purl just hummed to himself, making sure to get everything spotless before he moved on to his circuits next. Rin was already squirming again, getting closer to the edge as those wonderful brushes got in every last crevice.

"You want to cum, don't you..." Purl murmured, getting a weak little sound of agreement from Rin. Purl decided that after he dusted everything off, he would give him a treat. One that he knew Rin was looking forward to.

It was almost twenty minutes later when Purl finished. He had even wiped off his fake organs, getting some adorable whines from Rin as the soft towel slid over them. The wires in Rin's mouth were pumping coolants and cleaning agents into Rin's cables and reservoirs, making him even more horny.

Purl then slid wires into Rin's ears. Rin arched his back as much as he could as coolant and cleaners were pumped into his head through his sensitive ears. All of 1010 had fuckable ears, so even something as thin as a wire felt good... Especially when it was filling his head up, in a way.

But that wasn't Rin's true reward, oh no.

Purl felt himself smile as he looked Rin over. Organs back in place, body being pumped full of chemicals necessary for peak performance, chest and oral cavity still hopelessly exposed to him. Purl got to see each of 1010 like this, in their most vulnerable state, and he savored every moment.

His eyes went down and looked at Rin's white, glowing heart, pumping a little faster due to how turned on he was. When Rin realized what he was looking at, he pleaded silently with his eyes to Purl.

How could Purl say no to that?

Bending down, Purl loomed over his open chest cavity, and gently slid his hands inside. He ever so gently grabbed his heart, and started to softly squeeze it, massage it, rub it.

Rin's reaction was instant. He was moaning loudly, garbled words and drool escaping as he wriggled around with a renewed passion. Purl loved playing with Rin's heart, loved seeing him break down from the intense pleasure. He knew that soon, he'd be crying from how good it felt, and only then would he ease up.

After a while, that indeed happened, and Purl let up as Rin finally came. Of course, he just had to give his heart a kiss, getting a second little splutter of cum from Rin.

Rin was held by Purl, up in one of the many bedrooms of the mansion. Rin was clingy and cuddly as it was, but after his tune-ups, he always got extra snuggly. Purl loved it, honestly.

Rin was positively glowing, feeling refreshed and in tip-top shape. He nuzzled into Purl's chest, and Purl just started to play with his hair, getting a shiver from Rin.

"Wasn't too intense, right?" Purl asked.

"No, it was just right... Maybe I can do your tune-up tomorrow..." Rin said, looking up at Purl with a devilish grin that made Purl's heart flutter. "Could repay you..."

Purl just blushed and looked away, still smiling.

"I'd love that..."

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Zimelu would do anything for Haym. He felt bad for not spending enough time with him when they were teens, and after 1010 temporarily split up for a few years following the rock revolution, he felt even worse after Haym went his separate ways and got hurt in the process.

No, Zimelu spent as much time as he could with the little blonde bot. He showed him physical affection that he held back for years due to his own insecurities with showing vulnerability, he constantly told him how proud he was of him, he even slept with him whenever Haym came over to visit (or vice versa). Slowly, he saw Haym come out of his shell, and become the happy little bot he once was. He was different, of course, still a little more gaurded, but he was no longer combative with him and everyone around him.

Zimelu would do anything for Haym. Even if the things he wanted were a bit... Intense.

"I wanna fuck your mouth."

Haym said that like it was the most normal thing in the world. Okay, it was rather tame compared to the other stuff 1010 would get up to, but still, to admit it while he and Zimelu were snuggling peacefully on the bed?

He had no shame, really.

"You sure you don't want me to eat you out or something instead?" Zimelu said, always a little bit shy about sucking dick. He was a god at eating ass and pussy, but he never really thought he was that skilled at sucking cock.

"Of course! I-I think it'd be really hot to see you try to take me..." Haym said, purposely appealing to Zimelu's competitive nature with the last bit. He knew he was easy to rile up.

Zimelu scoffed at that. "I can take you and you know it."

"Then prove it to me~" Haym said, smirking at him as he wrapped his legs around Zimelu's waist and humped a few times. Zimelu swallowed hard at that, his cheek patches already glowing. Haym had become so seductive over the years...

"You'll regret this, I just know it. I'll make you cum so hard you can't even think straight." Zimelu said.

Zimelu was instead the one regretting everything.

He was gripping at the sheets, his head hanging off the bed as Haym was fucking his throat fast and hard. He was the biggest in terms of length out of all of 1010, being even bigger than Zimelu, so he was struggling to take his cock as it was, let alone at the speed he was going.

Haym was also groping his chest the whole time (he said his tits were "great handles"), making Zimelu whimper when he wasn't straight up gagging.

Haym seemed to want him to gag, almost. Every time he did, he could feel Haym's cock throb inside of his throat.

"Ffffffuck yes... Take my dick take my dick TAKE MY DICK-" Haym babbled, rambling the entire time he was fucking his throat. Zimelu tried to get Haym to slow down, tried to pat at his hips, but all that got him was his dick roughly pulled out and a slap with his still-wet length in his face.

Haym growled at Zimelu, and he got the message, shakily planting his hands at his sides. He gripped the sheets harder as Haym resumed his brutal pace.

He was choking, gagging, making awful little noises as he could feel tears slip from his eyes. Haym started to fuck his mouth so hard and fast that his cute little balls were slapping his forehead, making things even noisier.

Zimelu managed to wrap his tongue around Haym's cock, and he could feel that he was getting close. Good, the sooner he came, the sooner he would stop fucking his throat like a deranged animal.

Of course, Zimelu regretted that too.

In addition to having the longest dick... Haym also came the most. He came like a goddamn firehose, with long spurts, sometimes going for over a minute if he was really pent up.

And of course, Haym just so happened to be really fucking pent up today.

Zimelu could feel his stomach chamber bloating, and before he knew it, cum was gushing back out, up his throat and out his mouth, and it eventually breached his nasal cavity, shooting out his nose. Some eventually even shot out of his ears.

Haym literally toppled over backwards when he finally pulled out. It took the both of them ten whole minutes to even attempt to move again.

Haym had taken Zimelu to the bath (carrying him like a princess, much to Zimelu's chagrin) and cleaned him both off and out. No matter how sadistic or rough or intense Haym got during sex, he always melted afterwards and became soft, incredibly tender.

"I-I'm sorry for going so rough..."

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'll make you some tea, I think I still know how to make the honey bubble one Sayu makes me-"

Haym just kept on rambling as he dashed around, Zimelu sitting on the bed, still wrapped up in a towel. Zimelu just watched him, his throat sore as fuck but somehow feeling pretty okay with that.

Haym came back with said tea, and Zimelu drank it up. It felt nice on his throat, at least...

Haym ended up snuggling with Zimelu like he was a massive teddy bear, even though he was supposed to be the one comforting Zimelu.

Zimelu, still unable to talk after getting his throat fucked raw, just smiled and snuggled Haym back.

Despite everything... He enjoyed being treated roughly and fucked like a fleshlight...

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Purl-hew never had good luck with viruses. He always kept his anti-virus up to date, but alas, he seemed to just be unlucky in that regard.

Searching the internet for more programs to install only led to him getting a virus, and the virus, of course, was one that made him horny. For some reason, someone made viruses that, if caught by robots, would make them horny and desperate to be fucked.

Humans were perverts, really.

Purl tried to hide his sickness, but Zimelu caught on right away. He scooped him up and whisked him away to the bedroom, claiming he knew just what to do to help ease his suffering.

Thank god it wasn't contagious, or they'd be at it even longer.

Purl was lying on his back, his legs wrapped firmly around Zimelu's waist while his pussy was pounded by him.

His cock was stretching him, scratching an itch that was driving him mad with lust. Purl couldn't even think straight.

When Zimelu came inside him, he pressed down against the one spot that made him scream, and it was only then that Zimelu pulled out, cum spurting and dribbling.

Eventually, Purl started to feel a little better... But only after getting fucked a few more times.