Frat Property

"Wanna see something cool?" asked my roommate and long-time buddy.

"Uh, sure?" I said with a bit of hesitation. Zack had a bit of a bad boy image around campus, part of his appeal to both girls and boys, so I wasn't really sure what he was up to. Fortunately, we weren't at his frat house so at least he wouldn't be able to do something stupid, or so I hoped.

"Hey, Steve! C'mon over here for a sec, will ya?" Zack shouted to our other roommate and a member of Zack's relatively small frat.

"What's up, bro?" Steve walked in carrying a glass of water and wearing nothing but a Union Jack shorts.

"I just wanted to show Tim here one of our special tricks," Zack grinned mischievously as walked behind Steve and pulled his shorts down a bit.

"What trick? Hey, why is your arm in my ass? Mmmmhh that feels so goo- ... Manual override, shutting down," Steve suddenly said, switching to a flat robotic voice. He slowly slumped his head forward to the point that I was afraid he'd tip over. He kept his balance, however, and even managed to hold his glass of water steady.

"Oh ha ha, nice stunt man," I clapped mockingly, hoping Zack won't notice the growing hardness beneath my pants.

"Dude! I'm telling you, Stevie boy here is a robot. Our frat's own toy bot. That's why I've been telling you to join," Zack said laughing. I rolled my eyes, wishing I never disclosed my fetish to him years ago.

"OK, you've had your fun now," I said a bit flustered, aroused, and mildly offended, all at the same time. "If you don't mind, I'm going to my room-"

"To jerk off to this?" Zack cut me off. He knew me too well. "Why not just fuck it instead?" He continued, humping Steve's still immobile body.

"Zack, you're my close friend but this isn't funny anymore."

"What? You don't believe me? Here, let me show you," Zack said as he seemingly plunged his hand back again inside Steve. I winced thinking at the pain this joke is causing him. "You just need to push the button a number of times and..."

"Rebooting. Entering robot mode. Awaiting command," Steve suddenly said in a monotone as he quickly stood ramrod straight, not spilling a single drop of water from his glass.

"He's a good robot actor, I'll give him that. Thanks for ruining this fine night," I said, ready to storm off to my room and, to my shame, fap to that scene.

"Wait!" Zack shouted. "I'm not done yet. Voice authorization on. Robot, open access panel."

"Voice recognized as Zachary Dermott. Authorizing. Complying. Access panel opened," Steve said in that flat voice that had my cock throbbing painfully against my pants again.

That, however, was nothing compared to almost cumming right then and there when Zack's abs dropped like a castle drawbridge, revealing a mess of wires, LED lights, and circuits inside his perfect body.

"You were saying something about leaving," Zack teased after a few minutes of silence.

"I'm ... I don't know ... how?" I stammered at a complete loss of words. It was only then that I realized I was rubbing my hard cock in front of Zack and robot Steve. Not that the latter seems to be aware of it anyway.

"That's why I've been telling you to join the frat. I mean, yeah it's hot having a fuck toy you can use any time, but I know you're into this kind of thing," Steve winked.

"And your frat brothers? Do they-"

"Who else would have told me about him? Steve here," Zack said, slapping the rigid and motionless robot, "is frat property. And it isn't the only one."

"You meant there are more androids in the frat?" I said in shock.

"You'd be surprised," Zack smirked. "So what do you say bud? Join me!" my friend said in a mock Darth Vader tone.

"Where do I sign up?"