kink_bingo: Come into my parlour, said the spider to the fly
title: Come into my parlour, said the spider to the fly
pairing: Gabe/Nate/Vicky-T
pov: 3rd
rating: NC-17
prompt: mechanical/technological
summary: What have I gotten myself into… he thinks, regretting to have accepted Gabe’s invite to try his new ‘baby’ down in his basement.
disclaimer: not true, blah blah blah
A/N: title taken from The Cure's song "Lullaby". It's for kink_bingo's november mini challenge.
“Nasty Nate! Welcome to my humble dwelling!” the talltalltall Latino guy enthusiastically greets his young friend, who thinks ‘humble my ass’ taking in the ultra-modern technology present in the sole living room, dominated by the cinema-like television.
“Something to drink?” Gabe offers.
“Yes, thank you. A beer is fine,” Nate nods, following him in the kitchen (as big as his own apartment) and envying the family-sized fridge-with ice dispenser, no less.
“I like you, little Nate. I’m very glad I got to know you better and I can’t wait to show you my jewel,” Gabe winks and leaves the empty glass of his drink on the marble surface of the kitchen, leading the way downstairs. Nate is a bit awestruck by what he saw so far and wonders how fucking rich this guy is, before shaking himself and following Gabe in the infamous basement.
Gabe likes to show off: that’s why he instructs Nate to close his eyes before moving the heavy blood red velvet curtain to the side (it really gives the bondage bar touch to the whole thing) and gently pushes his guest past it.
Nate looks around wide eyed. Not only is the basement fucking huge, but it’s plenty of what look like torture devices, from the crosses to the chains dangling from the walls. There’re also a closet and a drawer, in a corner, but Nate isn’t sure he wants to know what they contain.
What have I gotten myself into… he thinks, regretting to have accepted Gabe’s invite to try his new ‘baby’ down in his basement.
Everybody warned him against “the basement”, giving it an aura of mystery and danger, but Nate has always been a stubborn guy and wanted to check with his own eyes what was so ‘special’ about it; besides, he’s recently gotten past the status of simple acquaintance to the one of friend of Gabe Saporta, party guru of the New Jersey scene, earning himself the right to hang out with him more often and visit his house. Basement included, which is Gabe’s pride.
“So?” the host urges eagerly.
“That’s…nice,” the shorter male replies glancing around again, when all he wants to say is actually ‘Save me, please!’.
Gabe’s bright smile makes Nate blush: the man must really love this scene, goddammit.
“Ready to see my brand new toy? It arrived this morning from Japan, they’re utterly ahead in this sort of stuff,” Gabe nods solemnly and also reverently, pointing at the other end of the room, where a red drape is possibly hiding a tall box situated in front of a massive round bed.
Nate doesn’t trust his voice, he might start screaming for help instead of engaging a normal conversation, so he hesitantly nods and gulps loudly when Gabe pulls him a few feet in front of the box and takes the drape off (is the man some sort of BDSM magician, perhaps? Oh boy, Nate’s mind comes up with the stupidest things when he’s under stress), revealing a metallic box about human-size. The guy tries peering in the round window that is at about face height, but it’s dark inside so he can’t see what’s in there.
“Ready?” Gabe asks, not waiting for Nate’s reply before tapping some code on the pad of what looks like the ‘door’ of the box, that opens with a low whistle and some smoke. When it dissipates, Nate is dumbfounded: a woman is right in front of him, in that box, and is wearing a strapless mini dress with funny prints all over it.
“I introduce you Vicky-T,” Gabe says, proud smile audible in his voice, “I got her custom made, whadd’ya think?”
“She’s…beautiful. Are you sure she isn’t human?” Nate can’t help but ask it.
Gabe laughs genuinely, “Yes, she’s a robot. A wonderfully made android,” he explains, smiling warmly at his younger friend.
Nate finds himself sighing, “…And I think I know what you bought her for…”
A super expensive, super realistic sex toy, that’s what he doesn’t say out loud.
Gabe looks slightly embarrassed, quite surprising Nate, “You got it right, dude…But I think it’s for the best, so I can try the most extreme things with her without the fear to hurt her…”
“And are you really so much into extreme extreme stuff?!” Nate splutters.
“I’m not that sick!” the Latino man defends himself, “I’ll just experiment to know how much is…too much,” he trails off before adding, “I’ll tell you a secret, just because it’s you and I feel I can trust you.”
Despite the situation, Nate feels somehow honored (but maybe Gabe told the same things to many others before him).
“This basement is just a myth. Nobody has actually participated to wild sadomasochist activities, it’s just a voice that I spread to see who was with me or against me. Anything that has happened was consensual and had mild tones, I’ve never trapped anybody here.”
Nate looks at him completely baffled, with a mix of delusion and relief heavy in his chest. Because it feels like he should say something, the young man nods in understanding and smiles, “It’s cool,” making Gabe grin back grateful.
Nate eventually moves his gaze back to Vicky-T, admiring her long legs and dark locks.
“Can I…” he asks hesitantly, making Gabe smile brightly.
“Sure, move closer! Wait, I turn her on,” the host says, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively - Nate rolls his eyes, he had to expect such an innuendo.
Gabe reaches behind the android and unzip her dress enough to reach the switch on her back. The robot smoothly comes to life, opening her bright blue eyes on the world-well, the basement, really.
“Thank you for referring to the Tatsuboshi Robots for your custom made android. We hope our product encounters all your desires and that you’ll remember of our factory for any future needs,” the robot says the standard introduction with a smile and blinks, looking at the two men in front of her, before making a reverence, “I’m Vicky-T. Who is my Master?”
Nate gapes at her, marveled by the precision and accuracy those Japanese engineers used to make her.
“I am,” Gabe grins, offering his hand to the robot to help her step out of the box, “This is my friend Nate, he’s gonna help me testing you, is that okay?”
Nate turns his head sharply to Gabe as if to retort, but Vicky-T nods silently, “As you wish, Master.”
Gabe hums satisfied and heads to the closet, taking a skimpy complete for the android to wear, “Could you please wear this and wait for us on the bed? Thank you,” he instructs. Vicky-T does as she’s told while Gabe moves the box to the side and returns to Nate, patting his shoulder in accomplice manner.
“You’ll enjoy this, Natey, believe in me. Isn’t she beautiful?”
Nate is at a loss of word, he can only move his head in an affirmative nod.
“Don’t worry, we’ll keep it slow for the first time. Come on,” his host invites, gently but firmly steering Nate forward to join Vicky-T, who’s sitting elegantly on the bed: her pale skin contrast beautifully against the black of her hair, of the babydoll she’s wearing and of the fluffy comforter; her long legs end with perfectly cured toes and sensual sandals; her shiny blue eyes look so lively .
Nate doesn’t dare to move further, while Gabe predatorily sits at Vicky-T’s side, nuzzling and kissing her long neck. The young man is pretty surprised to see Vicky-T lean in the touch, closing her eyes and looking genuinely pleased: he imagined she’d have behaved like any other robot, sitting stiffly on the bed and staring ahead, but she looks like she has human feelings…sure, she already had the looks of a real woman, but those engineers overdid themselves, this stuff comes straight from Blade Runner, hot damn.
Vicky-T’s satisfied mewls when Gabe strokes her breasts snap Nate back to attention to the situation at hand: Gabe is groping the android, he’s snaking a hand under the silky skirt of the babydoll and Vicky-T’s hiccupped sigh at the touch arouse Nate more than what he’s willing to admit.
“Come join us, little Nate,” Gabe growls around a mouthful of neck skin. When Vicky-T raises one of her slender hands to invite him over, Nate is the one going to overdrive, as if he was the robot here, not her; he gingerly sits on the free spot on the bed next to Vicky-T, caressing the hand she was offering him and bringing it to his lips. The robot breaks the kiss she was sharing with Gabe to give Nate one, sliding her tender tongue in and letting the Latino man undressing her.
“Eiffel Tower?” Gabe suggests short breathed, both from the long kiss and the arousal.
“What is it?” Nate asks once he manages to pry himself off Vicky-T’s magnetic lips.
“I fuck her from behind while she blows you, and we can practically high five, in that position. That’s why it’s called Eiffel Tower,” the man explains.
Nate has a mental image of the thing and he doesn’t know if he should be turned on or if he should laugh for how Gabe described it: he resorts with a snort and a “Let’s try it.”
The two men finish undressing, while Vicky-T steps out of her panties and kneels in the middle of the bed, waiting patiently-she doesn’t have to wait long, because the men are impatient and almost tear their clothes off to join her. Gabe grabs a packet of condoms from the nightstand, with much surprise from Nate’s behalf.
“She is…a robot?” the younger male points out hesitantly.
“Robot is an understatement,” Gabe explains quickly, “she basically has just the bone structure of a robot and few other things, but she’s still partially organic.”
Not quite sure of what to make out of this (is she human or not? Is she actually alive? What the hell do they produce in that japanese factory?), Nate lets it roll and doesn’t question anymore; instead he kneels in front of Vicky-T, his hard-on bouncing along with his movements, and breathes in sharply when she takes his cock in her hand, starting to stroke it lightly. Vicky-T’s quick moans while Gabe fingers her open run straight down Nate’s spine to his penis, making him groan in response.
Gabe slowly slides inside the android, sighing satisfied for how tight she is, and tells her, “Okay, go on,” pointing at Nate. She nods and wraps her beautiful lips around the shorter man’s stiff cock, lapping and teasing the head before taking the shaft in, stroking the base and the balls with a hand whilst she supports herself on the rocking bed with the other.
“N-Nate, high five,” Gabe manages to stutter while slamming into Vicky-T, squeaky noises echoing in the basement at every thrust.
Nate moves his hazy eyes to the raised hand and lazily raises his own, clasping them together, but a particular swirl of Vicky-T’s tongue makes him drop the hand quickly to rest it on her head and moan loudly.
“Oh fuck yes…” he growls, pushing in further while Gabe does the same from behind. Watching Vicky-T’s bobbing head while she gets fucked is too much for Nate, who comes first in hot spurts partly in the android’s mouth and partly on her nose.
“Fuckin’…” Gabe curses when Vicky-T reaches for the drop of sperm on her face and licks her finger, driving him to the edge. The man collapses on her after the orgasm and eventually rolls away to lay on the bed, breathing heavily but with an utterly satisfied grin plastered on his face. Nate copies him and lays on the bed with a content sigh, while Vicky-T sits down and watches the two men with a smile.
“You up for another round?” the host asks when he manages to regain his breath.
“Sure,” Nate accepts, “but in a few,” he states, stifling a yawn. Gabe nods his agreement and closes his eyes, while Vicky-T joins them and lays down with her head on her Master’s chest and a hand on Nate’s back.
pairing: Gabe/Nate/Vicky-T
pov: 3rd
rating: NC-17
prompt: mechanical/technological
summary: What have I gotten myself into… he thinks, regretting to have accepted Gabe’s invite to try his new ‘baby’ down in his basement.
disclaimer: not true, blah blah blah
A/N: title taken from The Cure's song "Lullaby". It's for kink_bingo's november mini challenge.
“Nasty Nate! Welcome to my humble dwelling!” the talltalltall Latino guy enthusiastically greets his young friend, who thinks ‘humble my ass’ taking in the ultra-modern technology present in the sole living room, dominated by the cinema-like television.
“Something to drink?” Gabe offers.
“Yes, thank you. A beer is fine,” Nate nods, following him in the kitchen (as big as his own apartment) and envying the family-sized fridge-with ice dispenser, no less.
“I like you, little Nate. I’m very glad I got to know you better and I can’t wait to show you my jewel,” Gabe winks and leaves the empty glass of his drink on the marble surface of the kitchen, leading the way downstairs. Nate is a bit awestruck by what he saw so far and wonders how fucking rich this guy is, before shaking himself and following Gabe in the infamous basement.
Gabe likes to show off: that’s why he instructs Nate to close his eyes before moving the heavy blood red velvet curtain to the side (it really gives the bondage bar touch to the whole thing) and gently pushes his guest past it.
Nate looks around wide eyed. Not only is the basement fucking huge, but it’s plenty of what look like torture devices, from the crosses to the chains dangling from the walls. There’re also a closet and a drawer, in a corner, but Nate isn’t sure he wants to know what they contain.
What have I gotten myself into… he thinks, regretting to have accepted Gabe’s invite to try his new ‘baby’ down in his basement.
Everybody warned him against “the basement”, giving it an aura of mystery and danger, but Nate has always been a stubborn guy and wanted to check with his own eyes what was so ‘special’ about it; besides, he’s recently gotten past the status of simple acquaintance to the one of friend of Gabe Saporta, party guru of the New Jersey scene, earning himself the right to hang out with him more often and visit his house. Basement included, which is Gabe’s pride.
“So?” the host urges eagerly.
“That’s…nice,” the shorter male replies glancing around again, when all he wants to say is actually ‘Save me, please!’.
Gabe’s bright smile makes Nate blush: the man must really love this scene, goddammit.
“Ready to see my brand new toy? It arrived this morning from Japan, they’re utterly ahead in this sort of stuff,” Gabe nods solemnly and also reverently, pointing at the other end of the room, where a red drape is possibly hiding a tall box situated in front of a massive round bed.
Nate doesn’t trust his voice, he might start screaming for help instead of engaging a normal conversation, so he hesitantly nods and gulps loudly when Gabe pulls him a few feet in front of the box and takes the drape off (is the man some sort of BDSM magician, perhaps? Oh boy, Nate’s mind comes up with the stupidest things when he’s under stress), revealing a metallic box about human-size. The guy tries peering in the round window that is at about face height, but it’s dark inside so he can’t see what’s in there.
“Ready?” Gabe asks, not waiting for Nate’s reply before tapping some code on the pad of what looks like the ‘door’ of the box, that opens with a low whistle and some smoke. When it dissipates, Nate is dumbfounded: a woman is right in front of him, in that box, and is wearing a strapless mini dress with funny prints all over it.
“I introduce you Vicky-T,” Gabe says, proud smile audible in his voice, “I got her custom made, whadd’ya think?”
“She’s…beautiful. Are you sure she isn’t human?” Nate can’t help but ask it.
Gabe laughs genuinely, “Yes, she’s a robot. A wonderfully made android,” he explains, smiling warmly at his younger friend.
Nate finds himself sighing, “…And I think I know what you bought her for…”
A super expensive, super realistic sex toy, that’s what he doesn’t say out loud.
Gabe looks slightly embarrassed, quite surprising Nate, “You got it right, dude…But I think it’s for the best, so I can try the most extreme things with her without the fear to hurt her…”
“And are you really so much into extreme extreme stuff?!” Nate splutters.
“I’m not that sick!” the Latino man defends himself, “I’ll just experiment to know how much is…too much,” he trails off before adding, “I’ll tell you a secret, just because it’s you and I feel I can trust you.”
Despite the situation, Nate feels somehow honored (but maybe Gabe told the same things to many others before him).
“This basement is just a myth. Nobody has actually participated to wild sadomasochist activities, it’s just a voice that I spread to see who was with me or against me. Anything that has happened was consensual and had mild tones, I’ve never trapped anybody here.”
Nate looks at him completely baffled, with a mix of delusion and relief heavy in his chest. Because it feels like he should say something, the young man nods in understanding and smiles, “It’s cool,” making Gabe grin back grateful.
Nate eventually moves his gaze back to Vicky-T, admiring her long legs and dark locks.
“Can I…” he asks hesitantly, making Gabe smile brightly.
“Sure, move closer! Wait, I turn her on,” the host says, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively - Nate rolls his eyes, he had to expect such an innuendo.
Gabe reaches behind the android and unzip her dress enough to reach the switch on her back. The robot smoothly comes to life, opening her bright blue eyes on the world-well, the basement, really.
“Thank you for referring to the Tatsuboshi Robots for your custom made android. We hope our product encounters all your desires and that you’ll remember of our factory for any future needs,” the robot says the standard introduction with a smile and blinks, looking at the two men in front of her, before making a reverence, “I’m Vicky-T. Who is my Master?”
Nate gapes at her, marveled by the precision and accuracy those Japanese engineers used to make her.
“I am,” Gabe grins, offering his hand to the robot to help her step out of the box, “This is my friend Nate, he’s gonna help me testing you, is that okay?”
Nate turns his head sharply to Gabe as if to retort, but Vicky-T nods silently, “As you wish, Master.”
Gabe hums satisfied and heads to the closet, taking a skimpy complete for the android to wear, “Could you please wear this and wait for us on the bed? Thank you,” he instructs. Vicky-T does as she’s told while Gabe moves the box to the side and returns to Nate, patting his shoulder in accomplice manner.
“You’ll enjoy this, Natey, believe in me. Isn’t she beautiful?”
Nate is at a loss of word, he can only move his head in an affirmative nod.
“Don’t worry, we’ll keep it slow for the first time. Come on,” his host invites, gently but firmly steering Nate forward to join Vicky-T, who’s sitting elegantly on the bed: her pale skin contrast beautifully against the black of her hair, of the babydoll she’s wearing and of the fluffy comforter; her long legs end with perfectly cured toes and sensual sandals; her shiny blue eyes look so lively .
Nate doesn’t dare to move further, while Gabe predatorily sits at Vicky-T’s side, nuzzling and kissing her long neck. The young man is pretty surprised to see Vicky-T lean in the touch, closing her eyes and looking genuinely pleased: he imagined she’d have behaved like any other robot, sitting stiffly on the bed and staring ahead, but she looks like she has human feelings…sure, she already had the looks of a real woman, but those engineers overdid themselves, this stuff comes straight from Blade Runner, hot damn.
Vicky-T’s satisfied mewls when Gabe strokes her breasts snap Nate back to attention to the situation at hand: Gabe is groping the android, he’s snaking a hand under the silky skirt of the babydoll and Vicky-T’s hiccupped sigh at the touch arouse Nate more than what he’s willing to admit.
“Come join us, little Nate,” Gabe growls around a mouthful of neck skin. When Vicky-T raises one of her slender hands to invite him over, Nate is the one going to overdrive, as if he was the robot here, not her; he gingerly sits on the free spot on the bed next to Vicky-T, caressing the hand she was offering him and bringing it to his lips. The robot breaks the kiss she was sharing with Gabe to give Nate one, sliding her tender tongue in and letting the Latino man undressing her.
“Eiffel Tower?” Gabe suggests short breathed, both from the long kiss and the arousal.
“What is it?” Nate asks once he manages to pry himself off Vicky-T’s magnetic lips.
“I fuck her from behind while she blows you, and we can practically high five, in that position. That’s why it’s called Eiffel Tower,” the man explains.
Nate has a mental image of the thing and he doesn’t know if he should be turned on or if he should laugh for how Gabe described it: he resorts with a snort and a “Let’s try it.”
The two men finish undressing, while Vicky-T steps out of her panties and kneels in the middle of the bed, waiting patiently-she doesn’t have to wait long, because the men are impatient and almost tear their clothes off to join her. Gabe grabs a packet of condoms from the nightstand, with much surprise from Nate’s behalf.
“She is…a robot?” the younger male points out hesitantly.
“Robot is an understatement,” Gabe explains quickly, “she basically has just the bone structure of a robot and few other things, but she’s still partially organic.”
Not quite sure of what to make out of this (is she human or not? Is she actually alive? What the hell do they produce in that japanese factory?), Nate lets it roll and doesn’t question anymore; instead he kneels in front of Vicky-T, his hard-on bouncing along with his movements, and breathes in sharply when she takes his cock in her hand, starting to stroke it lightly. Vicky-T’s quick moans while Gabe fingers her open run straight down Nate’s spine to his penis, making him groan in response.
Gabe slowly slides inside the android, sighing satisfied for how tight she is, and tells her, “Okay, go on,” pointing at Nate. She nods and wraps her beautiful lips around the shorter man’s stiff cock, lapping and teasing the head before taking the shaft in, stroking the base and the balls with a hand whilst she supports herself on the rocking bed with the other.
“N-Nate, high five,” Gabe manages to stutter while slamming into Vicky-T, squeaky noises echoing in the basement at every thrust.
Nate moves his hazy eyes to the raised hand and lazily raises his own, clasping them together, but a particular swirl of Vicky-T’s tongue makes him drop the hand quickly to rest it on her head and moan loudly.
“Oh fuck yes…” he growls, pushing in further while Gabe does the same from behind. Watching Vicky-T’s bobbing head while she gets fucked is too much for Nate, who comes first in hot spurts partly in the android’s mouth and partly on her nose.
“Fuckin’…” Gabe curses when Vicky-T reaches for the drop of sperm on her face and licks her finger, driving him to the edge. The man collapses on her after the orgasm and eventually rolls away to lay on the bed, breathing heavily but with an utterly satisfied grin plastered on his face. Nate copies him and lays on the bed with a content sigh, while Vicky-T sits down and watches the two men with a smile.
“You up for another round?” the host asks when he manages to regain his breath.
“Sure,” Nate accepts, “but in a few,” he states, stifling a yawn. Gabe nods his agreement and closes his eyes, while Vicky-T joins them and lays down with her head on her Master’s chest and a hand on Nate’s back.