Metalwear Pt. 06

But she still resisted. She hadn't sucked a cock since college, before she met Marla and fell in love with her. Back then, she'd found boys to be fun, and had enjoyed fucking and even sucking, but Marla had turned her off to all of that. She didn't want to suck off the silly boy standing there forlornly in his Metalwear. And certainly not in front of Barbra. She was really worried that word would get out and the entire company would soon know that she was an honest-to-God slut.

As Marla stared intently at her, Kelly turned a bit and nodded toward Barbra.

Marla got the message. "Barbra, if you value your job, you'll never mention a word of this to anyone. What Gynoid does, in private, will never be told. Understood?" And she had emphasized the 'Gynoid' aspect, as if Kelly and the android were not one and the same.

Barbra, nodded. "I understand. I won't say a word. I'll leave if you'd like."

"No, you can stay. We'll need you as soon as Gynoid is done with her chore."

Kelly was far from satisfied with the arrangement. She could believe that Barbra wouldn't tell. But she hated the idea of her witnessing, the humiliating task she was being required to perform.

"All right Gynoid. I know that Kelly has experience at sucking cocks, so she can guide you in what to do."

And she reached up and opened the cover over her android's mouth hole.

All the while, Carolyn had been standing, watching the interchange and smiling lasciviously. This was a show she'd remember. One that was turning her on and making her pussy leak. She was already making plans for gynoid Sammy.

He was standing, in his Metalwear boots, gloves and collar, leaning on the stool for balance, with his cock sticking out hard and red in front of him. It was leaking, too. And his excitement was overriding his embarrassment, and any other thoughts or feelings he might have had. He was going to be allowed to cum!

"How long has it been, since little Sammy got his rocks off?" Marla asked Carolyn with a devilish smile.

Carolyn giggled, "oh, I don't know; a month or two? It's not something I keep track of."

"Wow, if it's been that long, the little dear must really be in need of relief. No wonder he's leaking like a horny teen-aged boy."

Carolyn and Marla laughed, and Barbra joined in too. She had, herself been watching and enjoying the show. And even though she was straight, and not into fetish sex, she found herself turned on. I'd love to be able to tell my boyfriend about this, she thought, but I can't. I really can't. I could lose my job. And I like it here. Actually, I love it here!

Kelly felt bad for the poor guy. Two months! No wonder he was such a wimpy wreck. And once he was secured into his gynoid outfit, lord knew when Carolyn would allow him any relief. She could picture him locked away for many more months, celibate and robotic, and going crazy.

Her sympathy and concern made what she was about to do a little easier. That and the vibrations coming from her sex, that by that point had her close to an orgasm, herself.

Resignedly, Gynoid stepped forward and then, only a little clumsily lowered herself to her knees. It was a difficult task for an android, and she couldn't lean back, she had to kneel up. But that worked in this case as it left her mouth opening at the appropriate height.

Sammy just watched in anticipation, unmoving but shaking, nervously.

Slowly, Gynoid leaned forward and slid her mouth hole over his cock. It fit in easily.

Sammy groaned, long and loudly. His knees would have buckled if the boots hadn't been stiffening his legs.

Without thinking he reached out and cupped his hands, in their new Metalwear gloves, around the back of Gynoid's head, and pulled her deeper onto his cock.

Gynoid was surprised and gagged a little when his dick hit the back of her throat. If he heard, he didn't pay any attention; he was lost in the experience.

It only took a few seconds before he exploded into her mouth. She choked a bit, on his cum as it shot out of and down her throat. She swallowed, repeatedly to clear her airway, but the flow was difficult to keep up with. His balls must have been really full!

Carolyn watched, transfixed. Absolutely loving the show. Her little Sammy was being emptied by an android. How wonderfully kinky!

Marla and Barbra were also watching and enjoying the performance. Marla was proud of her Gynoid lover, and pleased that she was doing as she had been told.

After a while, a short while, Sammy was empty and Kelly felt his cock shrinking. She mindlessly licked him with her tongue as he began to fall out. He groaned and shivered at the touch to his sensitive little prick. His hands slid off of her head and he used them to steady himself on the stool. He was again feeling weak.

As Kelly tried to stand, she dribbled a little.

"For God's sake, Gynoid, close your cover!" Marla scolded.

Kelly quickly reached up and closed the hatch over her mouth sealing the last mouthful of Sammy's cum inside. She had no option but to swallow the remainder. She was again pleased that no one could see her blushing furiously behind her mask. It occurred to her, though how perverse that thought was.

Finally on her feet, she stepped back, and stood quietly, humiliated, angry, and glad that that was over. She never wanted to do that again, ever! But that's when her own orgasm hit her.

She moaned, "oh God!", unable to help herself, and of course her helmet broadcast her groan. With everyone watching her, she staggered back against a wall, as her body shook and her hands thoughtlessly grabbed at her crotch.

She felt terribly humiliated, but that feeling was overridden by her body's focus on her pussy.

A few minutes later, she opened her eyes and it hit her that she'd just cum, in front of everyone!

During the event, Marla had apparently turned the vibrators down, so Kelly was able to gain control of herself after that one excellent, but forced orgasm. She was still panting though and unable to stand or even move. She saw that Carolyn was smiling appreciatively. She had certainly enjoyed the entire show.

Marla, decided that they'd all had enough of a show, at Gynoids expense, so she took control and brought everyone back to the main subject.

"Barbra, it's your turn, get that torso on him." Marla ordered.

Kelly just stood quietly, mortified, and exhausted. She didn't even have the energy to leave the party.

Barbra got busy, although she wasn't thrilled to have to get close to the guy's slimy cock. She pulled on a pair of latex gloves to help stem her revulsion.

"Stand please," she instructed Sammy as she approached him with the clam-shell body cover.

Sammy took a deep breath and slid off the stool, trying his best to balance on the boots he was now fitted with. It went a little better this time, but he still found himself having to take tiny steps to maintain his balance and relieve the pressure on his toes.

"Sammy, hold still!" Carolyn scolded.

"I'm trying, Mistress." He whined.

Barbra met him, holding the Metalwear body to his chest. She held it in place with one hand on a breast while she reached down and pulled his limp cock through the open front hole. Luckily for the both of them, it had shrunk to tiny proportions.

With that done, she glanced over at Marla. "Would you please help, and hold this in place?"

She had almost asked Gynoid, but she realized that she was still recovering.

Marla did as she was asked. She stepped forward and replaced Barbra's hands with hers while she moved around behind him and began closing up the torso.

Sammy moaned as he felt the thing closing around him.

Barbra turned to Carolyn, "would you mind helping too, miss? Just hold this in place, while I fix the seams at his shoulders and thighs. Don't close it yet, though."

"All right." Carolyn said as she walked around her boy. As she passed his side, she leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "You're going to be my perfect Gynoid." She whispered as she continued on behind him.

It took Barbra several minutes to get everything just right for the closing of the torso. With both shoulders and both hips properly aligned, once the torso was closed and secured, he'd be locked in until Carolyn released him.

"These are the steps you'll have to take to put him back into his suit, once you remove it. With practice it can be done with him holding the torso in place and you aligning the shoulders and legs." Barbra explained. It sounded like a standard lecture. One she'd given many times before.

She stepped back behind Sammy and took over from Carolyn to close the front and back halves of the unit. But when she began pulling them closed, it seemed more difficult than usual, and she paused. She ignored Sammy's groans and tried a second time, with the same result.

"Is something wrong?" Marla asked, concerned.

Kelly remembered the red-line on the form. She knew what was going on. Apparently, Marla had fprgotten. She looked at Carolyn, who was smiling and watching.

"It seems a bit tight." Barbra said.

"Sammy, have you been eating too much, lately?" Carolyn scolded, with a giggle. "Please continue Barbra. Don't worry about it. Just close it. I can't wait to see my gynoid!"

Barbra nodded and looking at Marla who was still holding the front part in place, "Please help me push this closed."

Finally with a lot of work, and groaning, the two halves clicked closed, and Barbra stepped back, panting.

Sammy was also panting, not from exertion but from the pressure on his waist and chest. He could only take shallow breaths. It was a struggle he wasn't used to, even though Carolyn often kept him in severe corsets. They were never this tight. Unlike those silk corsets, the Metalwear didn't have any give at all.

Light headed, he swayed and again sat back onto the stool.

Barbra held him upright.

"Sammy is having a difficult time breathing." Gynoid said, again feeling sorry for him.

"Oh, don't be concerned Gynoid, I'm sure she'll get used to it." Carolyn answered, casually. "Barbra, please step back I'm dying to see her."

As requested, Barbra stepped off to the side, but she kept one hand out and holding Sammy in place, just in case.

"Oh my God, she's beautiful!" Carolyn gushed. "I love it. Can we put the helmet on now? Please?"

Marla spoke up. "We have a couple more tasks to finish, first."

"Oh?"

Barbra explained, "yes, the hatches, front and rear need to be closed. Would you like me to do it, or do you want to handle it yourself?"

Carolyn laughed. "I'll handle, that chore. personally, thank you."

She stepped up to her boy and gave him a passionate kiss. He moaned and wrapped his arms around her. She shivered from the cool hard touch. After a moment, she knelt down in front of him and pushed his legs apart. Sitting back onto the stool he complied.

Carolyn then pushed his shrunken cock back and up and then slid the cover plate down over the top of it, until it clicked home, fully closed.

Sammy could feel his cock was now pushed tightly back toward his ass hole. It was held tightly, and he knew that it would stay that way until his Mistress unlocked him and opened the cover. The thought brought tears to his eyes.

"Sammy, it would be best if you stood up and bent over the stool, now. Rest your chest on the seat." Barbra directed.

Sammy stood shakily, turned and resting his hands on the seat, bent forward at the waist. It was difficult. The torso section only allowed a limited range of motion, and the bending also added to his difficulty in breathing.

He was surprised when his big hard boobs hit the top of the stool. It did help support his weight, but it reminded him that they were there. He now had a completely feminine, android body.

Marla chuckled as she saw Sammy's ass hole exposed. "Carolyn, you realize that once we secure the helmet, the only two areas of skin on your boy's body that will be regularly exposed are his ass hole and his cock."

Carolyn laughed. "I suppose you're right. I hadn't thought of that. Well, they are the only two areas of any great interest. Those and his tongue, of course. He's very good with his tongue. It's my favorite part."

Sammy laid there listening to them talk about him like he wasn't even there. It had happened before, often. It occurred to him that once he was in the suit, like Gynoid, it would be worse. People would talk about him, as if he wasn't even human.

Carolyn, had buy now positioned herself down and behind him. He could feel her, just barely rubbing his metallic ass.

"Isn't there one more accessory?" Carolyn asked.

"Oh yes, sorry. I almost forgot." Barbra said as she moved around behind him.

What now? He thought, but he was only confused for a moment. What else could it be?"

When he felt a large amount of lube being rubbed into his rear hole, his fears were confirmed. Mistress often liked to have him plugged. She said it made him walk and behave even more feminine, and she loved that. He was used to it, but he didn't like it. He was constantly afraid that someday his Mistress might have some stud stick a cock up there, and he didn't like that thought at all.

When he felt the plug slide into his behind, he gasped. It was bigger than the ones she normally forced upon him, and it hurt!

"Mistress, it hurts. It's big!" he moaned.

"Hush!" she ordered.

Barbra couldn't help but giggle. Her boyfriend's cock was big and she regularly took it up her ass.

So as not to tear him, Carolyn took her time working the thing up inside him. When it hit bottom, she closed his rear hatch, and stood up. Barbra, thoughtfully handed her a damp towel to clean off her hands.

"You may stand now, Sammy." She said as she walked back around to join Marla.

"She's beautiful, isn't she?"

"She absolutely is." Marla answered, proud of her design and how sexy and feminine Sammy looked.

"She hasn't seen herself yet." Carolyn mused.

"Wait until her helmet is in place, and she's complete." Marla responded.

"Okay, but can we get going on that? I'm really anxious to see my gynoid Sammy."

"Of course. Barbra?" Marla said, smiling.

Barbra stepped forward with a skin-toned nylon bathing cap and put it expertly over Sammy's long hair. Carolyn sniggered as it made him look like a cancer patient.

She then moved over, reached up and took the final component off of the display stand and as with the torso, she opened it up like a clam-shell, although it was hinged at the top. She stepped in front of him and positioned the front half over his face.

"Sammy, you need to open your mouth and close it around the rubber cuff. Your nose should fit into its place. And don't worry it will be stuffy in there until we get the air flowing. That will only take a minute. In the mean time you can breathe through your mouth."

Sammy did his best to comply, but it was terrifying. He'd never felt so confined! It helped that he could see, barely, through the tinted eye shield, but he was already hating the enclosure.

Barbra continued, ignoring Sammy's moans. She gently held the front half onto his face while she reached around and pulled the back piece forward until they closed, with their neck opening capturing the top of the suit's collar.

With one final tug everything snapped into place, and Sammy was a gynoid.

Barbra immediately pulled her phone out of her pocket and tapped a few commands.

Sammy heard a quiet hum, and felt air movement around his head. That must be the fan, he thought. My fan.

Then he heard a click and he realized that he could now hear, where before everything was muffled.

The first thing he heard was his mistress' voice.

"My God! She's lovely. And sexy and a beautiful android!" his Mistress was saying, happily. And her pleasure was evident, and it made him happy. As always, if she was happy, he was happy.

Marla stepped up. "Sammy, I know you can hear me now. Just wait. Don't move or say anything until we tell you to." Then to Barbara, "can you load the control program to Carolyn's phone and give her a quick brief on its functions before we continue?"

Barbra took Carolyn off to a corner of the room to take care of that important task.

Marla then grabbed Gynoid and positioned her directly in front of Sammy.

"Please keep her occupied, tell her about her suit, while we brief Carolyn." She ordered. "And Sammy, don't you utter a word!"

Kelly was uncomfortable. What the hell could she tell the poor guy? Reassurance will be important...

"Sammy, Gynoid has indeed gotten used to her suit. It will take you a while and a lot of practice but soon you will be able to move around well and accomplish all of the tasks you've always done before."

She paused to think of something else to say.

"They will be providing an instruction manual on how you need to maintain the suit and your body inside it. Carolyn and you should both read it."

She paused again to think. "One thing is to always make sure your helmet's batteries are charged. You plug it into a USB charger, usually every night."

"If Carolyn keeps the suit on you overnight, you will learn to sleep in it. Gynoid found that laying on Gynoid's back is best." Who was she fooling? Of course, Carolyn would make him wear the suit overnight, she thought.

And oddly enough Sammy was thinking the same thing. He was wondering if he'd ever be let out of the thing. He tuned out, and no longer heard what Gynoid was saying. He'd been Carolyn's boy toy, now for better than two years. Before he met her, he had always been small and wimpy and the subject of harassment and ridicule by boys and girls alike. He blamed it on his size and shy personality. He was sure he wasn't gay. He had no love for men. He was attracted to women, like most males. But he never found one who was attracted to him. Until Carolyn, that is. He had fallen madly in love with her, before he realized that she was driven by her fetish for girly-men, sissies, and even lesbians. And that she was happiest when she was fully in charge.

Over the months and years, he had allowed her to feminize him, and he had come to enjoy it. The humiliation was a turn-on, as was the submission of life in a feminine-controlled relationship.

But his current state was truly frightening. How could he live like this? As a sexy robot, an android, A gynoid.

He had, of course been fascinated and enamored when he first met Gynoid at Comic Con. And he had spent many nights fantasizing about being just like her. He was sure Carolyn had also fantasized about it too; about him being a Gynoid. But now it was a reality, and he was scared to death by his situation.

He suddenly realized that he'd been day-dreaming as he sat there on the stool with Gynoid talking to him. Of course, with his face covered by the helmet, she couldn't see his expression, just like he couldn't see hers.

That was kind of a good thing. One good thing anyway, among a huge collection of bad things.

"Gynoid must warn you that relieving yourself will be an issue. Particularly cleaning yourself afterward. Gynoid keeps a packet of baby-wipes in Gynoid's purse to assist in cleaning after a trip to the bathroom."

Oh, my God! he thought. That hadn't even occurred to him. Fearful and curios he stood up. And almost fell over. Gynoid had to help steady her as she tottered on her boot tips. Once he'd gained some semblance of balance, he reached down between his legs and found that he could, indeed touch the front of his crotch. That was a relief. But it was when he reached around behind that he became distressed. He could only just reach his ass hole, and since he couldn't feel much with either his long finger tips or around his metal-covered ass, he wasn't even sure if he had been able to touch himself there. And he sure as hell wouldn't be able to clean himself.