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I'm Built to Last - Parts 1, 2, and 3


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It's always a pleasure to read your works, Londonboy.  Hope you are well...and hopefully the next chapter is on its way.  I like this one a lot already. :-) 

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Thank you, @londonboy

This is one of my new favourite stories. The mind of the protagonist is fascinating, and the alluring way in which you use the word compact is delightful.

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Part Three

I guess I should have felt sorry for the robots.  I mean, I bet there would have been people that would have chosen to protest against my abuse of them.  These would have been people that would have said the bots were living things – as if they had a soul – and that I was a demon for what I did to them.  These same people would have ignored the fact that the bots were being manufactured to actually kill humans - because their need for some ‘cause’ outweighed their desire to think for themselves.  Granted, the bots were so lifelike that it did sometimes feel like I was ripping a man in two, but deep down I always knew it was just a machine.  Sometimes, I asked Dr. Dan to sneak the video coverage of me fighting the bots home and he and I would lay in the bed stroking our cocks for hours and then finally shooting big loads – just from watching me destroy them.  Nothing turned the two of us on more than watching me manhandle grown bots like they were paper dolls.  Dr. Dan squirted the most from when I picked up bots like they weighed nothing at all and tossed them across the room.  I liked it the best when I easily ripped an arm off or a leg or punched through them like they were cardboard.

Since bots have no emotions, I was a little bummed that I never saw panic or fear in their eyes, but it was still joyously fun to have them approach me and knowing their computer minds thought they’d easily defeat me.  Dr. Dan told me the room with the monitors, where all the top brass watched the battle, always smelled like a bath house sauna when I was done destroying bots.  Clearly, many of the men watching couldn’t control their orgasms.  Dr. Dan had told me one day that I had become so dense, so compact that I could easily flatten a bot just by hugging it.  The first time I did that I had spewed like you wouldn’t have believed.  Dr. Dan told me he had done the same watching me.  He said the entire room had moaned in unison as they watched the bot short circuit when I squeezed it flat like a pancake.  I watched that particular video over and over – exploding every time.  

I stared at the remaining twelve bots – standing ready to attack me.  I held up my right forefinger and did a ‘come here’ movement to the group.  I was ready for them.  I was thicker than hell, but I also knew I could move fast as hell.  I decided teasing the bots, even if they couldn’t register humor or irony, was still fun for me.  I flexed my thick, massive, right biceps – then turned my head and licked the swollen mass.  I knew I was really teasing the top brass watching me from the other room, but it was still fun to feel like I was intimidating the bots.  That’s when something totally unexpected and very cool happened.  Two of the Zep Atlas look-alikes, standing nearest to me, had a total computer overload and fried their system right then and there.  There was a loud crackle sound from their chest, puffs of smoke coming from their ears and then they fell over, convulsing violently for a while on the floor and then going completely still.  I couldn’t help but believe that I had made the things short circuit just from a little self-muscle worship.  It was the most erotic thing I had ever experienced – besides plowing Dr. Dan, of course.  I assumed my overpowering manly musk, coupled with the visual of me licking my own giant biceps, was too much for the bots – both visually and within whatever mechanism inside them processed aromas.  It was like I had made the crazy things orgasm.  Bots didn’t cum, they just fried themselves when something was too stimulating for them to process.  I imagined sirens were going off in the other room and internal programs were screaming ‘does not compute’ as I slid my tongue over the giant peak of my arm.  The thought almost made me orgasm, too.

“Fucking hell, fellas, it’s because you don’t have cocks.  There was no place for all the juice I caused to zap into your body to go.  All this just became too much for your little computers to handle,” I said, looking at my own flexed gun.  “Now, I’m just too worked up to control myself.  I’ve got to fuck a few of you.”

With lightning speed – even the geek at the main control keyboard in the other room couldn’t have moved his fingers fast enough to respond – I grabbed one of the bots, spun him around, ripped off a big chunk of the back of his pants, bent him over a nearby desk, and then plunged my hardness into his amazingly life-like ass.  The screaming queen that was the head designer of the bots clearly had a thing for big bubble-butts, because these things were almost perfect.  It felt like the first time I had ever slammed my big salami into Dr. Dan – it was that amazing.  Only this time, since it was just a bot, I didn’t have to hold back.  I could ram with abandon.  I could literally fuck his brains out . . . well, his computer brains, that is.  I slammed my trunk-sized dick far up into the bot’s ass, quickly learning there wasn’t an actual hole up inside those perfect ass-cheeks.  But after my sharp jab there was.  I ripped the bot a new asshole – so to speak.  Fuck, it was so hot.  My strong rod penetrated into the bot without any problem.  A jolt of electricity zoomed into my hard meat and that only fueled me on more.  I started slamming my crotch back and forth into the bot’s bottom – easily poking new holes and making old ones bigger.  It was like fucking the engine of some small car.  I got a jolt of power each time I rammed him.  Another bot was clearly told to attack me as I humiliated the proud work of the army by defiling one of their precious machines in this beastlike fashion. 

The bot that came up behind me as I shoved my hard cock into the one slammed over the desk had clearly been ordered to pull me off of his mate.  A hand reached out and grabbed my shoulder as I thrusted with mega power.  The bot thought I’d easily be removed from my spot with a strong tug.  How wrong the machine was when it came in contact with my insanely compacted heavy body – muscle so dense it was mind-boggling.  The bot jerked his hand back hard, but my shoulder didn’t move.  I continued to plug the fake ass below me with what seemed like super strength.  I shot my elbow back into the mid-section of the bot coming at me from behind.  Instantly, the guy’s gut caved inward from the blow.  The guy doubled over from the blow, like a folded piece of cardboard.  Sparks flew everywhere and mechanical bits and pieces went flying.  My elbow had delivered the same force as a giant wrecking ball – instantly demolishing the bot, which fell to the ground.  It became a smoking heap of useless junk.  I knew its quick and simple demise was definitely demoralizing to the top brass watching.  A simple jab of my thick arm was powerful enough to ruin their years of research.

By this point, the bot folded over the desk had been drained of all electrical power.  I guess you could have said I fucked the life out of him.  His ass looked like it had been blasted by a shotgun.  Holes were everywhere, wires and machinery exposed.  I grabbed the guy by the back of his pants and belt and flung him against a nearby wall – loving the sound of his body being smashed against the concrete.  I picked up the bot that had attacked me from behind and did the same thing – sent him flying into the thick cement.  I thought about the fact that the only thing that brought me more satisfaction than pounding the bot’s ass was when Dr. Dan’s leg’s were thrown over my shoulders and I was pounding his tight, hairy, sweet hole.  I had to always hold back on my full power when plowing Dr. Dan, but today I wasn’t holding back anymore.  I could now plow like a superhero.  I looked at the eight remaining bots and all I saw were more potential fucks – hot asses that were begging for my prick to destroy them.  It seemed like an appropriate way to send a powerful message to the army gents in the other room.  Besides that, I was really just fucking horny, too.  Grabbing the nearest bot-man, again, I slammed him up against the wall – face first – and then plummeted my long, hard-as-hell cock into the back of his pants.  I shoved through the material and completely through the body of the bot until I felt the tip of my dick plunging deep into the concrete wall on the other side of him.  Impaled straight through by my super dong – how hot was that.  He was the bot-skewer appetizer on my thick shaft.  An intense shot of electricity zapped my crotch and it felt fantastic.  The body against the wall immediately went limp.  One giant thrust of my huge meat had been all he could handle.  Now, that’s what I called a power fuck.  I dribbled a little pre-cum inside the cement at that thought.  They certainly didn’t make these robots strong enough for long, intense lovemaking sessions.  

Before I could pull out, suddenly, the remaining seven bots were all pressed up against my back – trying to pin my heavy-as-shit, compacted, muscled body against the wall.  I pressed my big hands against the concrete and pushed off with a ton of force – like a rocket being shot through the atmosphere.  All the remaining bots went flying backwards, off of me – unable to withstand the power of my super shove.  I heard them crashing into furniture, walls, and each other behind me.  I turned around and the bot speared on my cock stayed on, turning with me and dangling from my power tool.  He felt as light as a feather on my rod.  I sent a fist flying into the stomach of the non-working bot on my dick and it went flying across the room, taking out a couple of table and some chairs as it zoomed into an opposite wall.  My giant, terrifying piece of veiny meat now stood straight up in the air – like a pornographic Eiffel Tower.  I waddled forward, bent over, and wrapped my hands around the hips of another bot.  I jerked him into the air, turned him around, and then slammed him down on my stiff pole.  I felt my cock traveling up his ass crack and then continuing up into his stomach and chest – basically ripping him in two as it traveled in its trajectory of destruction.  I was starting to crave the jolt of electrical power that would blast my crotch each time I fucked a bot.  I held the destroyed thing in my hands as I bucked my hips up and down, pounding its insides until I had traveled high enough to be even with shoulders, crushing it’s body like a squeezed lemon at the same time.  When I lifted the thing off my cock, it was about two feet shorter – it’s stomach and chest compressed like an accordion.  I was literally turning into a fucking beast or a beastlike fucking machine.  

And then there were eight – yes, eight!  I had clearly counted wrong.  How great was that, I thought – looking at the remaining bots.  I was actually disappointed there were so few – even though there were two more than I thought.  I was loving how I could edge myself using their big bodies like I usually used my right giant palm to bring me to near orgasm.  They were mere means to an end – and I intended on having an enormous happy ending when the last bot was a mass of million dollar fried junk on the floor.  I walked up to two bots in front of me – oblivious to the punches they both immediately started sending into my face and body.  They were like annoying gnats swarming around me.  I placed my big hands on the outside shoulders of both men and pressed down hard.  Mechanical legs buckled – and broke – as I pushed with all my might.  It was like both bots had decided to kneel in front of me at the same time – as it should be.  I intended to find out if plowing a bot’s mouth was as nice as pounding his ass.  I willed my giant rod to stick out straight from my body, pressed the tip against the lips of the bot on the right, and shoved forward with my crotch.  Completely forgetting that a bot wouldn’t know to unlock his jaw to take something as colossal as my cock, I busted through it’s pearly whites like a bullet being shot through paper.  I heard the teeth shattering before it even dawned on me.  I also pushed with a little too much strength, because I felt the head of my dick bust out of the back side of the bot’s head.  A much more intense jolt of electricity zapped me, which only fueled my needs even more.  

Ramming my cock back and forth through the bot’s head was nice, but it wasn’t close to the unbelievable feeling of Dr. Dan’s warm, wet, and thoroughly experienced mouth.  So far, real men were clearly the better cocksuckers when compared to bots – but as I pounded into the machine’s face I chuckled at the thought that bots gave better head, since there was now a giant-sized gaping hole through that part of this particular bot.  I pulled his fucked-up face from my cock and let the lifeless bot fall to the ground.  I then turned to the other waiting machine and gently pressed my dick against his lips.  To my amazement, he parted his lips and teeth.  I wasn’t sure if the programmer in the other room – controlling the bot – had ordered him to open or if the bot had overridden initial programming as it watched the face of its co-bot get demolished by my huge dong.  Then the bot actually sucked!  Not nearly as wonderful as Dr. Dan did it, but it was still nice.  And there was a lot of power to the suction.  I guess that was because it was really a machine.  I moaned a little – amazed that I was actually feeling pleasure from a bot – and it wasn’t just the pleasure of destroying one.  I pressed into the bot’s throat, knowing it really didn’t have this clear-cut path downward to a stomach and other organs.  I could feel my dickhead pressing through wires, mechanisms, and intricate computers – receiving the blast of electricity I so desired and then knowing the bot would become lifeless.  

“You fellas clearly don’t know how to make the moment last.  You all suffer from premature malfunction,” I said as I let the destroyed bot – still suctioned onto my cock – slide down to the floor beside the other pile of mechanical rubbish.  

By this point, I really needed release.  My balls were aching like they were caught in a car compacting machine at a junkyard.  I’m sure they were a dark blue by this point.  It dawned on me that I wouldn’t have to hold back on my orgasm today – like I normally did with Dr. Dan.  I knew it wouldn’t matter if I blasted out the back of a bot’ head or it’s stomach as I exploded into it.  I could cum as powerfully as I had always wanted to.  When your body was as densely packed as mine, it was like tying a ton of dynamite sticks together when I finally came.  I had a feeling I could blast through a lot more solid things than a bot’s head, but it would be fun to watch my juice deal out that kind of destruction.  I saw movement with the remaining bots – they were all reaching into their coats.  I got a rush of euphoria when I realized they were taking out guns.  Guns!  The fucking army didn’t get it . . . I was now indestructible.  They thought bullets would pierce my compacted titanium-like skin.  I was so dense I made solid rock look flimsy and weak.  I certainly didn’t mind that the generals and other goons were all ignorant of my abilities.  It made all of this a lot more fun for me.  But I was amazed that they kept forgetting just how powerful Dr. Dan told them I had become.  

Dr. Dan tried in vain to explain my strength – even in layman’s terms.  He would compare me to Superman or a combination of Superman and the Hulk, but no one believed him.  No one in the army wanted to admit that a mere human – or what they thought was a mere human – could beat all of their technology, all of their expensive work, all of the government’s supposedly undeniable might.  There was one thing the army brats just never really took time to understand . . . to comprehend.  Dr. Dan had made me into what he desired . . . what he loved . . . what he dreamt about.  When something is created out of one’s deepest desires it is truly different than when something is created just to win a battle or to fight in a war.  Dr. Dan wanted me to destroy bots . . . that was true . . . but he also wanted to create a superman that would hold him tight in bed, plow him hard in the middle of the night, and rip off locked doors when he wanted to enter a forbidden room.  Dr. Dan’s love and need made me.  That was much more powerful than all the money in the world.  I continued to thicken because of Dr. Dan’s love.  I continued to become stronger because of him.  Bots would never catch up with me, simply because Dr. Dan’s desires grew more powerful as my body became more powerful.  His dreams for what I could become intensified as I morphed into something that surpassed his present thinking.  I made him expand his scientific ideas of what was possible.  I made him think outside the muscle and strength box.  When I fucked him, which was basically all the time, he would – in between orgasms – think about ways to improve the perfection I already was.  Dr. Dan was making me into the god he wanted to worship forever.  And I, in turn, adored the little doctor more than life, itself.  

When a bullet hits your densely packed abs and crumples in on itself upon impact, you tend to get a little excited . . . a little turned on.  When multiple bullets hit you all over your body and do the same thing, you actually leak copious amounts of pre-cum.  The bots unloaded all the ammunition in their pistols into me at the same time.  The room rang out loudly with the noise of multiple gunshots.  I took it all in as a light massage and loved how the sound of demolished bullets hitting the tiled floor lingered after everything.  A few bullets were left wedged in the deep crevices of my chiseled abs muscles.  I thought I could hear the gasps and moans from the other room, but I figured it was really just what I imagined the army men were feeling after seeing I was not even slightly bothered by the gunfire hitting me.

“Here, I thought we were becoming friends, fellas, and you go and try to shoot me.  How did that work out for you?  Not so well, I believe.  Fuck, I’m powerful, boys.  Your bosses just aren’t getting it, are they?  I could take on an army of you guys and easily win.  God, that thought makes me hot.  About a thousand bots on one side of a field and me on the other.  An epic battle where I slaughter every single one of you.  I sure wish you fellas had something between your legs that could get hard when you see me do amazing things.  It seems such a shame that you can’t get turned on.  Bet that’s not true for your bosses,” I said turning to look up at a camera.  “How about it fuckers, you guys creaming in your panties, yet?”

I did a most muscular pose and growled loudly – Dr. Dan’s favorite – knowing it would scare the hell out of some of those in the room.  My body lit up with bulges like a giant muscle Christmas tree.  I looked like the Hulk on steroids.  I then, with lightning speed, grabbed one of the bots with one hand by the clothes at his chest and tossed him upward.  When the bot’s feet were even with my chest, I reached out and grabbed his ankles with both hands.  I then swung him with almost all of my might, in a bit broad circle – gathering speed as he soared through the air.  I brought him smack into two other bots before they even had time to think about moving.  Three intricate and expensive machines exploding at the same time is loud and visually stunning.  All three guys instantly melted together as the impact sent all three of them flying across the room.  By the time they hit the wall, they were nothing but a flaming heap of liquefied mass.

“Fuck, fellas, I didn’t know being around me would get you so hot and bothered!  For guys not having dicks, you sure do explode nicely!  Three bots left.  I’m going to miss playing with you, guys.  It’s reminded me of a kid crushing little ants with his fingers.”

The remaining bots all threw their pistols at me at the same time.  I looked up at the camera with a ‘what the fuck’ look on my face – amazed that some programmer had decided that three little guns would hurt me – especially after all that I had done.  I picked up a huge plate lying on the ground near the weight bar.  It was the heaviest and largest one there.  Most grown men would not have been able to lift it, but I picked it up with one hand.  I flung it like a Frisbee toward one of the bots.  It caught him in the stomach with enough force to make him immediately fold over forward as the thick thing knocked him off his feet and sent him into the wall across the room.  The plate imbedded itself and the bot into the wall and I watched the guy’s arms and feet flail around for a few seconds before everything shut off.  Wedged into the concrete, the guy looked like some modern art piece.  Two bots remained.  I glanced around the room and saw the damage I had done – causing my cock to bob up and down with excitement.  I leaked a big juicy gob of pre-cum at the sight of so many mangled bots.  

“Hell yeah, it’ good to be me.  Super strong and built like a fucking brick house.  It’s time, however, to freak the army out completely,” I said to no one in particular.  

I moved so quickly that the two remaining bots had no idea where I was until I came up behind them and wrapped my arms around their waists from behind.  I squeezed, tightly, and lifted them both off the ground.  I had great plans for my final companions.  I turned toward what I knew was a double reinforced wall – the barrier between me and the top brass of the army.  I wanted to show the generals and their men exactly how ‘behind’ they were with their robot development . . . well, when compared to me.  I was also ready to see Dr. Dan.  The two bots were squirming hard – trying to get free from my vice-like grip.  They weren’t going anywhere.  I took off at what would be a jog for me, but it was probably pretty fast for a normal man.  As my body came in contact with the thick cement it felt like I was stepping through only falling water.  It did not feel that way for the bots, however.  My body powered through solid concrete without any problem.  The bots, though, were smashed like grapes thrown against a wall.  I could feel their bodies being flattened as my arms pulled them through the thick barrier, while my own body sailed through without me even slowing down.  Huge chunks of wall flew into the other room and it was like someone had dynamited through.  I felt the limp, totally destroyed bodies of the bots in my arms.  I looked around the room as the dust settled and saw the shocked faces of about twenty men staring in my direction.  I also saw the lust-filled face of my Dr. Dan in the back.

“Seems these young bots can’t handle their walls these days.  Not like I can, anyway.  You’ll have to work on that fellas.  I sure know how to make an entrance, though, don’t I?”

As predicted, guns were drawn and a barrage of bullets shot out in my direction.  It was like bothersome gnats flying into me.  I watched with a smile as the two powerless bodies of the bots were filled with numerous slugs – while the things just bounced off of me like I was titanium.  I dropped the bullet filled bodies of the bots on the ground.  The feeling of bullets being repelled by my body like they were just marshmallows being tossed at me was amazing.  I smiled over at Dr. Dan and flexed my right gun, watching a bunch of bullets hitting the biceps and then falling to the ground.  I then moved toward one of the men shooting at me.  I reached out and grabbed his machine gun by the barrel, being careful to pull it away lightly, remembering these were humans and not bots.  I didn’t want to jerk his fingers off or his whole arm, for that matter.  I was still being shot by other guns, but in the middle of that I held up the one in my hand and started folding it up like it was just paper.  I basically crushed the metal into a ball, breaking the hard plastic parts into tiny bits that fell to the floor.  It was nothing for me, but the poor soldier before me was clearly overwhelmed by the display – since my previous displays of strength had been observed on a large screen and not up close and personal.  The astonishment in his eyes turned to fear when I brought the mangled ball of machine gun up to my mouth and took a huge bite.  As I chewed with my mouth open, I grabbed the front of the guy’s bullet-proof vest and, with the greatest of ease, hoisted him into the air before me.

“You see that fellows – that’s what I’m talking about.  Look at this poor guy’s face.  It’s a mixture of absolute fear and incredible awe at my strength.  His hands are shaking, but look at that – his cock is hard-as-hell.  He doesn’t know whether to be afraid or turned on.  It’s that kind of expression – that mixture of terror and lust – that I wish you could give the bots when I do things like flatten them with a hug.  You’ve got them looking really human, but they don’t react like this – trembling and on the verge of a major orgasm at the same time.  It really would make my job of destroying them a lot more fun if you could give them some emotions.  And for goodness sake, give the big fellas some cocks.  Even though they’re robots, it must be pretty disheartening to see me sporting such a huge handsome dick and, and the same time, know their own crotches are as smooth as cock-less as a Ken-doll.  Sexless and emotion-less big brutes are never going to work.  Give them some chest hair, some five-o’clock shadow, some stinky pit fur, and other things to make them feel like real he-men bots.  They might end up being tougher and give me more of a fight.  Probably not, but it would make it a hell of a lot more fun for me.”

I quickly tossed the guy in my hand toward the four soldiers trying to sneak up on me at my left – knocking them all down like bowling pins.  I turned to the men standing nearby that were clearly the top brass of the army – each man’s uniform was covered in stripes and metals.  I also noticed all their crotches were big wet stains, too.  By this point, no one was trying to stop me.  The squirts had finally realized there was no way to win against me.  No one was shooting and everyone was staring.  My tightly compacted body was radiant with bulges and I raised my arms into a double biceps pose to emphasize my thickness and power.

“So, here’s the deal, gents.  I’m getting tired of playing babysitter for your bots.  I’ve just gotten too powerful for them.  It’s no fun for me, anymore.  They’re too easy to dominate . . . to destroy.  There’s only a certain amount of ways a big guy like me can flatten a bot.  At some point it begins to become a little routine and boring.  I mean, thanks for sending in a little army, today . . . that made it a lot more fun, but it was still as easy as pie for me to defeat them.  That’s why I think it’s time for me and the love of my life to depart this facility, fellows.  Aw now, don’t get upset . . . I know you’ll miss watching me show off my strength and demolishing bots, but Dr. Dan and I want to go and spend the rest of our lives together.  He’s my main squeeze, but – of course – I can’t actually squeeze him with all my strength or I’d hurt him.  But he made me what I am and I’m so into him that he and I are going to go far, far away and have constant sex.  I’m sure you’ll make more bots and I’ll look forward to fighting them out in the real world, but know that I’ll always win.  Dr. Dan is going to continue to make me even more super than I already am.  So, it’s time for us to say farewell to the army, guys.  And, seriously, think about giving your future bots a panic face for when I am crushing them.  I think Dr. Dan and I will take the quick way out.  We have a lifetime to spend together.”

By this point I had picked up the doctor by wrapping a huge arm around him and was standing by what I knew was a thick wall with the outdoors – and freedom - beyond it.  You would have thought a massive tank was busting through the wall from the explosion that happened when my powerful fist met the concrete.  A tank would have definitely fit through the hole my punch made.  The cool breeze of the late afternoon blew into the room even before the dust settled.  Alarms immediately started going off and I could hear army men rushing into action in the room behind us and beyond.  I didn’t stop, though.  I merely carried the love of my life through the gaping hole and then started to run – pumping my legs at an easy speed of about seventy miles per hour, noticing Dr. Dan loved having the wind whipping around us.  As I came closer to the giant wall with barbed-wire fencing on top I debated smashing through it, too, but opted out for something I knew would thrill my man even more.  I merely jumped – like a professional runner taking a hurdle – and my powerful legs sent us into the air, much higher than the wall.  As we crested at the peak of our arch and started to descend, I turned to Dr. Dan.  I found him smiling at me.  There was nothing but love in his eyes – no fear, whatsoever, because he knew I would always protect him.  As we fell back to the earth to start our new life together, he leaned in and kissed me passionately.    
 

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