New Tool

"Aren't you too young to be working at this?" I cocked an eyebrow at the young man that was working on some vintage cars.

"I can assure you, sir, that I have the proper qualifications and accumulated hours for this task," the youth replied with a boyish smile that sharply contrasted with his oddly formal tone.

"Sorry, didn't mean to be rude. You're a new face around here and you look more like someone from a male model agency than a car garage," I smiled sheepishly after sizing him up.

"Thank you for the undeserved compliment, sir," he again smiled with what I felt was feigned enthusiasm. "I am made to please and serve," he said before turning away to continue his work.

I shrugged off the uncanny way the young man talked and distracted myself by looking at the other cars while I waited my turn. I nearly jumped when I hear a loud crash and the sound of metal hitting metal in the direction of the young worker. I quickly ran back to see the boy on the floor, his half-naked torso leaning on the car he was working on. The car's hood and bumper were severely dented beneath his head.

"Hey, are you OK?" I asked nervously as I shook the young man vigorously.

He quickly opened his eyes, smiled, and said, "Hello, sir! I am made to to serve and pl-pl-please ... Error in damage to cortical processing chambeeeeer."

The mechanic's eyes suddenly started closing and opening rapidly out of sync, an impossible feat for almost all people. He struggled to get up but fell back on the floor, his legs and arms jerking sharply.

"What the fuck? What are you some kind of robot?" I backed away, partly shocked but admittedly also highly aroused as one of my fantasies came true before my very eyes.

"I am..." the man looked up at me again with a smile, his eyes still erratically twitching, "made to plea... Hello sir, how may Iiiiii pleasure you to Warning data corruption in fragment loading alternate AI missing files pleasure you today, sir?" He grinned as he started pulling down his work pants, letting free a monster cock that was rapidly switching between flaccid and rigid.

"Well," I grinned back mischievously as I knelt beside him, grabbing his cock which seemed to have caused it to stay hard, "I definitely know how you can pleasure me today. But do you have the proper qualifications and accumulated hours to perform?"

"Hello, sir! I ... acknowledged," the boy said as he raised his hip up from the ground pushing his cock into my hand further. "Sexual systems engaged. Loading sexbot program. Setting orientation to gay. Error in ... Yes sir I am a sex machine fuck bot for you, sir." The man then smiled, his head twitching a bit as his body started to gyrate, as if attempting to do a sexy dance on the ground.

I licked my lips as I got down on the robot, making a note to give the garage owner a huge tip even if they can't work on my car today. That inert and broken machine can always wait.