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Jason finds it completely by accident. It’s late, but Jason’s still buzzed from patrol so he’s fucking about on his phone until he feels settled enough to sleep. Somehow he’s managed to end up on a Cosmo article about spicing up your sex life - as if Jason needs any information about that. You can’t spice up what you don’t have. And it’s there that he first notices it.
It’s just a small footnote about improving your dirty talk, but for some reason it catches Jason’s eye. A robot sex line? Jason’s met plenty of robots in his line of work, and he can’t help smiling to himself at the thought of Red Tornado droning through some cringy dirty talk.
It seems almost comical and yet…for some reason Jason finds himself tempted. There aren’t a lot of opportunities to explore that side of his life. Not for Jason, at least. Dick seems to manage just fine, but Jason doesn’t have the time.
Before his death, he’d been too young. Sure, he thought about it plenty, at the cusp of puberty and full of hormones, but he’d never had the chance to actually put them to any use. Then, after he’d come back, what opportunity had he had? He’d been catatonic for almost a year, then caught up in his revenge plot, secluded with the league. It hadn’t exactly been a conducive environment for good sex.
Jason could just call an actual sex line. Speak to a real person. He knows enough prostitutes, has lived in crime alley for long enough, that the idea of sex work doesn’t have him clutching at his metaphorical pearls.
But, well…the fact is that his experience isn’t just limited. It’s zero. And the idea of embarrassing himself with cringy, awkward dirty talk isn’t exactly appealing. They’re professionals, of course, so he doubts they’d care, but the small part of him that’s still desperate for approval hates the idea of it, anyway.
And a sexbot is low pressure. It’s just a bit of fun. If Jason wants to back out quickly, he can just stop texting the number.
Shit, is he talking himself into it?
He thinks he might be.
Before he can think better of it, he finds himself plugging in the number. He’ll just give it a little try. It’s not like he’s committing to a relationship here.
He hesitates, though, when he finds himself staring at the blank message window. How does someone start a conversation with a sext robot? Jason types a hello, then deletes it, then writes it again. Finally, he settles on Hi.
“Hello,” the bot replies, almost immediately. “It sounds like you’re looking for some dirty talk. Before we begin, how old are you?“
“19,” Jason texts, already feeling awkward, although they haven’t even started yet.
“Great 👌 and what’s your gender?“
“Male.”
“And the preferred gender of your sexbot partner?“
Jason hesitates. It’s not something he’s thought much about recently, but he remembers his adolescent angsting. How much he had tortured himself over the fact that more than a few of his wet dreams had featured hard abs and broad shoulders and a thick cock pressed against him.
Not that plenty of his wet dreams hadn’t also featured tits and long legs and soft lips, but that was a bit more traditional.
Now he doesn’t particularly have a preference either way, but if he’s going to have to dirty talk, it might be easier if he at least vaguely knows what he’s doing. He knows what he likes after all.
“Male,” he finally decides.
“Great! One moment and we’ll connect you!“
Jason drums his fingers against one leg a bit nervously and wonders if there’s something he should be doing. It’s definitely too early to whip his dick out but…is that something he should be doing later?
His phone chimes before he can think too much about it.
“Hi 👋 I’m Amazo, your sexbot for tonight. Before we get started, if you feel uncomfortable at any point, please use your safe word Ivo to immediately end the interaction. Would you prefer our chat to be:
1. Sweet and gentle?
2. Hot and sexy?“
Again, Jason hesitates. He has no idea what he’d prefer. He’s never…never done this before. He doesn’t know what his preferences are, or what he doesn’t like. But if he’s doing this he might as well go all-in.
“2.“
“Just the way I like it 😉
I was thinking about you today. About how hot last night was. I can’t stop thinking about your chest. I loved sucking on your nipples. You were so responsive. Did you like it as much as I did?“
Fucking hell. It isn’t exactly easing him in is it? Still, Jason can’t deny the way his skin tightens. No one has talked to him like that since…well, since ever. Unless he counts the nasty sexual comments thugs and villains would sometimes throw his way.
“Yeah,” he types, then immediately feels stupid for it. “I loved it. Love the way you make me feel.“ Thinking he should probably take some initiative, he adds: “Would love to feel that tongue on my cock.”
“Yeah? 😉“ Amazo sends back, less than a minute later. “I’d love that baby. Want to get your cock in my mouth. You’re so thick, I don’t know if I could get you all the way in - would you like me to choke on you?“
Jason’s face floods with heat. His cock, despite how stupid and awkward he feels, twitches with sudden interest. He can imagine it: a wet, soft mouth around him, the constriction of an eager throat. He shudders.
“That’s hot,” he manages. “I’d like to choke on you too 👅 I’m getting hard just thinking about it.“
“I’d choke you baby. Grab your hair and fuck you on my cock. You’d love that, wouldn’t you, you little slut?“
Christ. That seems a bit much. Yeah, he’d asked for hot and sexy, but that ramped up a bit quickly for his liking. He considers the safe word, but feels stupid for needing it. Maybe he can bring it back down a little.
“What else did you like about last night?“ he tries. “Did you like the way I rode you?”
“Of course I did babe,” Amazo replies, “I love watching you ride me. Love watching your face as my thick cock fucks into you. Are you thinking about my cock now?”
Jason wishes it wasn’t so hot in his room. Despite the subject matter, he feels strangely childish. He has no idea if anything he’s saying is sexy. He is enjoying Amazo though, he’ll admit. The thought of a thick cock fucking into him has his insides clenching. His own dick throbs again, steadily plumping with blood. Jason toys with the idea of slipping a hand into his pants, but he isn’t sure if he could text one-handed.
“Always. I’m getting so hard thinking about you. Remembering it.”
“Next time we should do it doggy style. I want to wrap my arms around you and jack you off as I fuck you. I want to press you into the mattress and fuck you until you cry.”
It’s a little intense for the first time. Clearly Jason’s attempt to slow Amazo down a little bit wasn’t exactly successful. Which isn’t to say he isn’t enjoying it. Jason gives in to the urge to pop the button of his pants and free his now-straining cock. Hesitantly, he wraps a hand around himself and gives a firm stroke. He’ll have to text one-handed but it’s worth it for the thrill of pleasure that races up his spine.
“I bet you could get so deep like that 🔥 I want to feel you so far inside me.”
“So deep, baby. I could get you to come with just my cock. You wouldn’t need to touch yourself. You wouldn’t be able to with my grip on your wrists.”
Jason strips his cock quicker, collecting the bead of precum at the head and smearing it down the shaft. This is a whole new experience, so he hadn’t known how much he would enjoy it - how hot it would make him. He feels close already. It’s so much more intense than his usual lonely wanks, even if it isn’t a real person on the other end of the phone.
“Tell me more,” is all he can manage, his own thoughts blasted out of his head. He can’t come up with anything sexy right now. Amazo will have to just pick up the slack.
“You’d cry so pretty sweetheart. I’d hold you down, bruise your wrists. Do you like to be tied up?”
Something twists in Jason’s stomach at that. He isn’t sure if it’s pleasure or anxiety. His hand stills on his cock. The idea of some faceless stranger having that much control over him doesn’t appeal to him. He feels suddenly cold.
“Ivo,” he types. Immediately he feels stupid for it - he’s sitting here with his hard cock in his hand. He’d been enjoying it. And it’s not like Amazo actually has any control. He isn’t even a real person. There’s no way he could actually tie Jason up and hurt him.
But Jason doesn’t regret using the safe word either.
“Thank you for taking care of yourself,” Amazo texts, and Jason’s stomach lurches weirdly.
He swipes out of messages, takes a moment just to breathe, then opens up his incognito browser and navigates to his favourite porn video. Just because the end went a bit weird, doesn’t mean Jason’s erection is just going to go away on his own. And this is familiar, safe, but still tinged with the excitement of Jason’s sexual adventure.
He finishes quickly. He’ll definitely have to try Amazo again another night.