Thread by @funkylilandroid

OKAY here we go!

cw: cum-dumpster, glory holes, teeny bit of dub-con (if you squint, and it's not there for long), gross/weird robo-biology, ken-doll Connor, mouth/tongue play
**

The first time Connor experienced a 'glory hole,' was actually by the suggestion of Hank.

He had been drunk, though, but he had been rather adamant about it, when they had gotten on the subject. He recalled his younger days, and the glory holes that he had enjoyed. He trusted Connor to be loyal, and come right back to him. He just wanted him to explore a little.

And so, Connor did.

He ditched his CyberLife uniform, and put on the jacket, shirt, hat, and pants he wore, during the night of the revolution. Pretty plain, and with the hat on, he passed as human. No questions.

After searching for such places, he came to one that Hank had

been to before. It was still going, and was highly rated on this particular glory hole finder site...

Going into the bar, the patrons there barely looked at him. A few did spare him a passing glance, and some looked him up and down, eyeing him...strangely.

Connor shoved past the nerves, and went straight for the bathrooms in the back. Per the directions on the site, he went to the third stall, and closed the door. Sure enough, at waist level, on both sides of the stall, were holes. They were 'cushioned' by tape.

They were also surprisingly clean, despite what they were used for. The owner of the bar probably knew he couldn't stop these, so he at least kept them clean to use.

Just as Connor knelt down, he heard someone enter the restroom. But whoever it was skipped the urinals.

They entered the stall next to Connor, stopping in front of the hole. They let out a gruff sigh, before the sound of a zipper came through.

'Bout damn time! Was gonna give up, on someone comin' in here tonight...'

There was shifting, and then a decently thick cock came through

the hole, already partly erect.

For a moment, Connor stared at it, LED under his hat circling yellow. When the man on the other side shook it at him impatiently, Connor wrapped his fingers around the length, and gently squeezed it, earning him a moan.

He wasn't new to this; he'd done this with Hank before. But it was the fact that this *wasn't* Hank, that was making him hesitate. It felt wrong, but at the same time, Hank *had* been the one to suggest it, trusting Connor to remain faithful still.

And he always would be.

So why not indulge himself? Cross one off the old bucket list, as they say.

'C'mon man, if I wanted a hand job, I could do that myself.'

Connor tugged at the man's cock for a bit longer, before placing his lips on the head, giving it a kiss, before licking along the length.

The shudder he felt told him he was doing a good job.

His eyes blinked rapidly, LED flickering as all sorts of data flooded his systems, just from sucking the man's cock alone. It happened again, when pre began to come out, splashing onto his sensitive tongue.

The data flooding his systems was new and fresh, something he'd never sampled, and it felt *good.* He let out a soft, pleased noise, and the man behind the wall let out a moan.

'Ooh, you sound sweet... Gotta good mouth, an' you sound good...'

Connor sucked harder.

The man let out a soft swear, and Connor heard and felt the man hit the wall, no doubt to prevent himself from falling. The cock in his mouth was throbbing; he wasn't going to last long. But before he could do much else, the cock was suddenly thrust into his mouth.

He was very glad he didn't have a gag reflex. With how small the stall was, there wasn't much room to move, and he couldn't even barely move back, even if he could.

The cock in his mouth stuttered its thrusts, felt it twitch, before suddenly a whole new amount of data was there.

The man's release coated his tongue, and Connor quivered around him, the rush of data making his body heat up, feeling the cum trickling out of his mouth, and down the back of his throat, to his stomach cavity.

The rush of data left him in a daze, and he was barely aware of

another cock being presented to him, grazing his lips. The skin tone of this one was darker, and they were around the same size as the one before, if not a bit more girthy.

Connor blinked back to the present, before getting to work.

He had no idea that this was going to turn

into a nearly all-night event. He thought he'd suck off a few men, and be done with it. Go back home, clean up, and tell Hank about his experiences.

...Connor lost track of the number of men, around 5 dicks in.

All had come into his mouth, or on his face. The rush of data was

thrilling, and had him making soft, pleasured noises that just urged the men on, from behind the wall. As more fucked his throat, more started releasing down there, filling up his stomach cavity. It wasn't meant to hold so much, and he was getting a mirad of warnings, about it

being overfilled.

But what was driving him crazy, was the fact that each new man gave him a new rush of data. Data that flooded his systems, gave him that lovely rush. And while he couldn't 'come' like humans could (he had yet to install genital attachments), Connor was pretty

sure he'd come multiple times, just from swallowing down come, and letting those cocks rub against his tongue. The sensation was so overwhelming, and soon it felt like his systems were on fire. His artificial saliva was working overtime, and dripping down his chin in a steady

flow, mixing in with the cum that escaped his greedy mouth.

Part of him wanted to stop already, so he could go home to Hank. He wanted to get away, but he wasn't sure how, and before he could let his overtaxed systems recover, another cock was shoved into his mouth.

At one point, someone had reached through the hole behind him, and grabbed at his ass. Or, what littler there was, anyways. His movements made the man pull down his pants, but as he reached to try and, no doubt, stick a few fingers in him...

'Aww, man! This one ain't got a hole!

What am I gonna do now?'

'Wait your damn turn, that's what!'

Connor constructed a scene, where he had such attachments, and he was getting impaled with a cock from both ends--his mouth, and his ass. The mere thought had him quivering in pleasure, just as the cock in his mouth

released its load, the rush of data making him 'come' again, as he twitched and mewled, eyes nearly rolling into the back of his head.

That's when he knew he had to head home--he didn't want to reboot in a place he didn't know. He didn't want to know what they would do with him

should they find him 'unconscious' in the glory hole stall.

For a few minutes, he remained in front of the glory hole, mouth open and waiting...when no one else came--literally. Blinking, he closed his mouth, and stared at the now glistening hole.

No one else was there.

He could finally leave.

For a hot second, Connor wasn't sure if he could even stand, much less walk. His systems were overtaxed from what he had done, and warnings of a soft reboot kept flashing in his vision. He had dismissed it several times already. It was only a matter of

time, before...

A knock on the door startled him.

'Hey, last call. Get outta here.'

Connor just nodded, even though the man couldn't see him through the door. Almost instinctively, he glanced at the hole, as if waiting for him to come over, and give him another dick to suck...

But the bathroom door just closed. Connor was both a little disappointed, and relieved. But now he had to get out.

It took some coaxing, but he managed to get on his feet. He let out a soft noise, feeling something *slosh* around inside of him. How much had he gulped down?

Was his stomach container being ballooned out? Pressed up against his skin, making a little bulge where a stomach would be?

The thought was...surprisingly arousing, and Connor's legs nearly buckled as he let himself get lost in the thought.

He finally got out of the stall, glancing at himself in the mirror. Dried come was all over his hat, his face, and down his shirt, from where he drooled.

He was a debauched mess.

Somehow, he staggered out of the bar, and into the cool night. What time was it, anyways?

Late, if it was last call. But Connor didn't trust himself to walk home. He had walked here just fine, but going back...in the state that he was in...

He quickly called Hank. He picked up after three rings.

'Connor? 'Sup?'

Voice thick with sleep. Connor felt bad for waking him

but he needed him right now.

'N...Need...you to pick me up...'

A rustle on the other line, 'Shit, what's wrong? Everything okay? Are you in danger?'

His voice must've sounded...off...if Hank sounded so awake already.

'Details later...Just come...please...'

He sent Hank the coordinates to his location, hearing more rustling as, no doubt, Hank was throwing on some clothes.

'I'll be there in 5. Hang on, okay?'

Connor nodded, belatedly realizing Hank couldn't see it and, after repeating himself, Connor replied.

'Thank you, Hank...'

Connor went to wait in the alleyway next to the bar, leaning up against the cool bricks. The cum on his face was quickly getting cold, and he licked his lips...a mistake, as his tongue lapped up some of it, making more data rush through his systems at an arousing rate.

His tongue must've glitched, sampling so many samples. Now it was twice as sensitive. Hell, even licking the brick wall behind him would probably make him come, in some way.

The reboot warning came back, more insistent this time. But just as Connor almost sank to the ground, he

heard the screeching of tires, as breaks were slammed. He knew the rumble of that engine. He smiled tiredly, as he staggered out of the alleyway. Hank was here, and already moving towards the door of the bar, when he saw Connor.

'Connor! There you are, are you okay--?'

Once he got closer, and saw the state Connor was in, he stopped. Shock, worry, and a hint of arousal went through him, from what Connor could scan. He couldn't help but smile.

'So much data...' said Connor dreamily, swaying on the spot, licking his lips again, 'So much...'

This time, he couldn't stop the reboot. He was aware of falling, strong hands catching him...and then nothing.

***

Connor's systems started back up, and he blinked his eyes open, to see the ceiling of Hank's living room. He was home. He relaxed with a sigh...only to jump, as

he heard a soft swear, followed by something warm being dropped on his face.

A wet towel.

His tongue darted out, before he could stop himself, and he licked at the damp fabric. The amount of data wasn't nearly as much as what he was getting before...but it still made him

shudder and whimper.

His tongue was extremely sensitive right now.

'Shit! Sorry...'

It was Hank that took the cloth away from his face, as he knelt down next to Connor, looking relieved, but still a bit worried, 'You scared me, collapsing like that. Are you okay? What did...?'

'I tried a glory hole, as you suggested.' said Connor simply, letting Hank wipe off his face. He was aware now, that he was in different clothes. The hat was gone. The scent of being a cum dumpster was gone.

'You...fuck...' Hank flushed darkly, running a hand through his hair.

'...You actually went to one? I wasn't being serious, y'know...'

'You gave me permission, so I decided to try it. Though...' he frowned, LED flickering yellow for a brief moment, '...The amount of samples of data I got...it was overwhelming.'

'How many guys...?'

'I lost track after five.'

Hank let out a noise, and Connor watched him. Judging by the scan he did, Hank had...become a bit aroused by those words. By those facts. Did he...like the idea of Connor using a glory hole? Interesting...

'And, uh...the sloshing...here...'

He poked at Connor's belly through the shirt. Connor was a bit disappointed to not feel a bulge there. Maybe that was another update he could get later...

'I...ingested a lot of...samples.' said Connor slowly, trying to put it in 'nicer' terms, that he drank up their release as

if he had been dying of thirst.

'Fuck--'

Hank surged forward, as if to kiss Connor, pausing just short of his lips. He looked thoughtful, before pulling back, the blush creeping up to his ears now.

'...Get cleaned up. I'm not gonna kiss you, with 1000 guys' cum on your lips.'

Connor's lips twitched into a smile.

'Hank, there weren't that many men there--'

'You know what I mean!'

Connor chuckled, moving to stand, only to sway slightly. His systems hadn't fully recovered yet, it seemed, and Hank had to pause and catch him.

'You sure you're okay?'

'My systems got...very overtaxed by the amount of samples I took.' he explained, holding onto Hank, 'A night of stasis, and I should be fine. ...Though...'

'Though?'

Connor looked up at Hank, with an almost shy smile.

'...I want you too, Hank. I want your data filling my

mouth, all over my tongue, and swallowing it do--'

A large hand was clapped over Connor's mouth. From where he was leaning up against Hank, he felt the man's cock twitch in his boxer shorts.

'Stop sayin' such things, when I can't kiss you yet.'

Connor smiled against his palm

and gave it a lick...only to nearly have his legs give out, as more data rushed through his systems. Hank swore, gathering Connor up, before he could hit the floor.

'And what was that--?'

'S-Sorry...' Connor took control of himself, before continuing, 'My...tongue is...'

'...Is what? Broken?'

'...To a point.' said Connor, nodding, 'It's highly sensitive to whatever samples I introduce to it. Even the slightest bit of data it retreives makes me feel so...so...'

'...Turn-on?' asked Hank, eyebrow raised, as he headed towards the bathroom, holding

up Connor for support.

'...To a point.' repeated Connor, 'The software is glitchy, and again, after a night of stasis, it should be fine.'

'So, uh...my dick wouldn't send you in for repairs, would it?'

'Not necessarily. ...Though I wouldn't mind if it did.' added Connor, with

a hint of a smirk.

Hank grumbled against him, though Connor knew it was all hot air.

They made it to the bathroom, but just as Hank was about to help Connor brush his teeth, he realized with his tongue being basically an erogenous zone now...

'Think you can do this yourself? I don't want to overwhelm you, before things get hot and heavy.'

Connor nodded, 'I can. Just hold me. ...Though, I need to do something first. It...ah...might be a bit much for you to watch?'

'What--?'

Connor purposely wiggled, and Hank could hear the audible sloshing. He put two and two together.

'...Right. Gotta clean...'that' out, whatever it is. Alright, just...tell me when to look.'

It wasn't that Hank didn't mind Connor's innards. ...But something like taking out a sack

of cum, in the shape of something like his stomach, to be removed and cleaned out... He wasn't sure that'd settle well with his *own* stomach.

Connor nuzzled against his chest, as a silent thanks, before lifting his shirt up, a quiet hiss telling Hank to look away.

At least the sounds of Connor cleaning the thing didn't sound bad. Sounded just like him doing the dishes, really. Hank kept his arms around Connor, settling his hands down near his waist, keeping them free from the open cavity. Fingers trailed lightly along his skin, and he

smiled, as he felt Connor shiver against him, in return.

It didn't take long for the cleaning to finish, and soon there was a soft 'click', followed by another hiss.

'And done.'

Hank looked back, setting Connor pull his shirt down, before reaching for his toothbrush and

toothpaste. But the moment Connor started to brush his teeth, the reaction was immediate. Hank watched, a bit amazed, as Connor struggled to brush his teeth, the chemical makeup of the toothpaste on his tongue, overwhelming him. He wasn't kidding that he was sensitive...

Hank could only imagine what sort of reactions he'd get, when he stuck his fingers in there, and soon after, his cock...

Connor whimpered against him, his body heating up against Hank's, as his hands started to shake. Toothpaste foam was trickling out of his mouth, eyes blinking

rapidly, LED a light show.

Hank kissed at his neck, and Connor full-on jumped, the toothbrush nearly falling out of his mouth.

'Easy, Con...You can do it...I'll make you feel good soon, just finish this up...' he purred, nipping at synth-skin.

Connor could only whimper and nod, as he finished up brushing his teeth, swishing the foam around in his mouth to make sure it was extra clean, before spitting it out. A few rinses with water, and he was done, though he leaned over the sink for a few moments.

'Hank...please...

Please, I...I need *your* data...Need it...to make me feel good...'

Hank's dick twitched in his pants, at Connor begging like this. He'd gotten Connor pretty debauched before...but this was completely different.

A large hand pressed against Connor's chest, pulling him up, as

Hank's other hand moved up, slipping two fingers right into Connor's mouth, without warning.

Connor's moan was laced with static, as he eagerly opened his mouth, tongue pressing up against Hank's thick fingers. His eyes fluttered, artificial breathing kicking into high gear, as

he closed his lips around those fingers, sucking on them eagerly.

'Fuck, you're sensitive all right...' moaned Hank, watching Connor in the mirror, as he moved his fingers around, letting them capture Connor's tongue, and gently squeeze it.

Ooh, that did something...

Just pinching his tongue with his index and middle finger, had Connor making all sorts of garbled, pleasured noises. His LED looked like it was on fire, spinning red, his body twitching against Hank's. One hand reached back to grip Hank's love handle, and the other had his wrist

in a vice-grip. Hank could feel both places starting to bruise, but he couldn't help but just...stare in wonder at how this was affecting Connor.

He squeezed his tongue a little harder, before pulling his fingers back. ...Or trying to. Connor's grip was like iron, and he shoved

those fingers back in so hard, Hank felt them touch the back of his throat. Android meant he had no gag reflexes. Hank let out a breathless chuckle, as he watched Connor practically get off on sucking his fingers, drool dripping shamelessly down his chin.

'Shiiiit...'

Hank shifted slightly, so he could kiss and nip at Connor's neck, making him squirm and moan around his fingers, 'You look so pretty like this, baby... But let's get comfy, shall we? Let's get to the bedroom--'

He felt Connor's teeth sink into his fingers. Not hard enough to

hurt, but enough to make his point. He didn't want Hank's fingers out of his mouth.

'Easy, boy, easy...' Hank grinned, flashing his teeth at Connor in the mirror, 'I'll give you my fingers, and so much more, when we get into the bedroom. Would you like that?'

Connor's glassy eyes suddenly turned sharp, and dark with pure want. How they installed *that* into an android, was beyond Hank. But that look went right to his cock, and his boxer shorts were rather tight now.

'Gotta let go of my fingers first, sweet heart.'

Connor let out a whine through his nose, before finally letting Hank's fingers go. He pulled them out slowly, letting the pads of his fingertips trail along Connor's tongue, making him mewl out a whimper. Hank let them linger on Connor's lips for a brief second, before pulling

them away, completely.

The moment he did, Connor practically shoved away from the sink, trying to rush to the bedroom, but his systems still weren't letting him be that mobile, and Hank barely caught him, before he crashed to the ground.

He couldn't help but laugh.

'Someone's eager...' he said, pulling Connor up, before helping him to the bedroom, 'Now, let me help you, before you go and hurt yourself...'

'Hank...'

'Yes, I know. You want my 'data' all over you, and we're getting there--'

'No, I need to warn you...'

That got Hank's attention.

'Warn me?'

Connor steadied himself against Hank for a moment, before looking up at him. His mouth was still glistening from earlier, and his eyes still not completely focused.

'When...When I do come from this...'

Not 'if.' That was a *when.*

Hank swallowed down his arousal, focusing on Connor, so he could continue.

'...When I do...there'll be no doubt, that I will be forced into a reboot. I might remain in stasis for hours, to fix this glitch. Please don't panic. I...I will be fine...'

Hank nodded, moving his hand

up to tap gently at Connor's LED.

'S'long as this stays on, you're good. Right?'

Connor nodded.

Hank could deal with that.

They made it to the bed, and Connor collapsed onto it, with a shaky sigh. He squirmed on the bed briefly, before shimmying out of the shirt that Hank had

changed him into. Hank moved to start getting undressed too, but Connor practically pounced on him, as soon as he got close to the edge of the bed.

'Don't--Please--no time, I need you--'

It was odd, yet incredibly arousing, to hear Connor be so *desperate.*

'Fingers first?' asked Hank, raising up the ones that he had in Connor's mouth previously. Connor nodded, and his pupils blew up, as Hank slipped those fingers into his own mouth, letting them get slick with his own spit.

More for him to analyze.

Once Hank got them nice and

wet, he looked at Connor, who was sitting on his legs, on his knees, mouth already open, tongue out. Hank could only imagine that was how Connor looked, sitting in front of the glory hole at the bar he had went to.

*God* what a sight he must've been...

'So eager, baby...' he purred, dropping his voice an octave, watching Connor shiver just from that alone. He gave his fingers one more lick, before taking hold of Connor's chin with his free hand, letting his fingers slide over that sensitive tongue.

He pressed down firmly, just enough to let him feel the pressure, before slowly dragging his slick fingers over Connor's tongue. The reaction was immediate, and Connor's eyes nearly rolled back into his head, as a breathy moan left him, hot breath ghosting over Hank's fingers.

Hank continued to tease his fingers over Connor's tongue, even pinching it slightly. All got reactions out of Connor, mewling and drooling around his fingers. One of his hands clutched at Hank's shirt, while the other was in a bruising grip around his wrist.

'God, you look good...' purred Hank, moving his fingers along his tongue, moving them into Connor's mouth. Connor's lips obediently wrapped around them, before sucking hard. His cock twitched in his pants, and it was a struggle to not simply reach down, and set it free.

Hank wiggled his fingers around slightly into Connor's mouth, letting them press against the tongue that kept wrapping around them. Connor's LED continued to flash several colors, eyes fluttering as all sorts of data overwhelmed his systems. And with his tongue being extra

sensitive this time, that flood of data rushed his systems, eliciting a pleasured response. The texture of Hank's fingers, the makeup of his saliva, whatever remained on his fingers aside from that...All that data was filling his systems, and he couldn't get enough. He needed

more...!

He squeezed Hank's wrist hard enough for him to hiss softly in pain, before he choked on that hiss, as Connor shoved those fingers further into his mouth. Hank stuttered, as he felt his fingertips reach the back of Connor's throat.

'*Fuck*, baby...'

Connor gave him a hazy, yet sultry look, as he continued to suck on his fingers, ignoring the drool trickling past his lips.

Hank moved his fingers around slightly, before curling his fingers around Connor's tongue, giving it a squeeze. Connor *squeaked*, trembling as he looked

up at Hank, and--

...Hank could've sworn he saw something akin to heart shapes in Connor's dark eyes...

'Do you want more, my beautiful baby?' asked Hank, smirking. Connor nodded eagerly, fingers still in his mouth, 'Do you want my cock now? Want to cum, just from tasting my

cock alone?'

Connor actually started getting teary-eyed as he nodded again, salivating even more around Hank's fingers. His own spit that had been on them was washed away by now, but Connor still seemed to like them in his mouth. Something to play with later, perhaps...

He shifted the tongue around on his fingers, gently pinching it between his forefinger and thumb, watching Connor moan and squirm on his knees, on the bed, before he pulled his hand away.

'Then come get your prize, sweetheart.' Hank pulled his hands away, as he spread his arms.

Connor *pounced.*

He eagerly got down on all fours on the bed, level with Hank's crotch, before trembling hands moved to pull his boxer shorts down. His hands, which were normally so steady, were shaking so bad, he could hardly get a grip on the elastic band.

Hank couldn't wait to 'wreck' Connor even more, just with his cock.

He let out a sigh of relief, as Connor finally pulled his pants down enough to set his cock free. ...Though with Connor so close, his cock practically sprang forth and smacked him right in the face. But before

he could ask him if he was all right, or even apologize, Connor's hot mouth was on him, eagerly licking up and down his shaft, like a starving man.

Hank's large hand tangled in Connor's hair, as he let out a low' fuuuuck...!' under his breath. His thick length twitched and

throbbed, as Connor lathered it with his tongue, letting out lovely pleasured noises, as more new data assaulted him. He wanted more. He *needed* more. He wanted Hank's data to completely take over him, so that the only thing on his mind was Hank.

Just Hank.

Hank Hank Hank Hank