Fred Smith was sure he was in Hell.
It wasn't bad enough that he'd wiped out on his very expensive hover bike at around two hundred miles an hour. It wasn't bad enough that the crash had reduced his less-than-fit twenty-one-year-old body to a pile of ruined meat but an intact brain. It wasn't bad enough that the prosthetic body they'd put the bio-pod containing his brain into was still a month away from having its custom-ordered limbs.
No, it was so much worse. Having decided to convalesce at home, he'd been assigned a live-in nurse for the duration of the wait for his limbs, and the male nurse had not only shut down his bio-pod's wireless networking, he was also obsessed with playing with Fred's artificial cock much against Fred's will.
After the first tortuous forced hand-job, Steve the nurse had gone to take a long hot shower in Fred's bathroom, then returned to sponge off Fred's amazingly life-like artificial skin. Fred had been unaware that his artificial testicles actually produced an analog of seminal fluid, a clear and sticky synthetic ejaculate. Steve had cleaned most of it up by this point, but the sponge lingered on Fred's artificial scrotum.
"Please, can't you just leave me alone?" Fred whined, as Steve's sponging slowly rolled around his synthetic nuts. "I promise, I won't tell anyone about this... just let me rest, please."
Steve, clad only in a towel wrapped around his waist, made a "tsk" sound with his tongue. "It's almost like you don't like having your balls played with, Fred," he said. "Every man likes having his balls played with."
"Not by another guy, no," said Fred. Even as he said it, though, his cybernetic cock started to rise. He was processing the neural input from the skin's enhanced tactile mesh with unfortunate efficiency, feeling the soft, warm, wet sponge on his scrotum as intensely as he'd ever felt anything. It DID feel good, even if he didn't want it.
Steve slid the sponge lower, running it's warm, wet softness around Fred's artificial taint. Fred groaned from the sensation, slowly thrusting the area that would one day be his hips. His artificial spine worked just fine, he could manage just a little thrusting. He wasn't even aware it was happening, he was just getting into the feeling of the perineal massage.
"See?" said Steve. "You can't help it. Just give in to it, man... just let me make you feel good." "Don't," said Fred. "This is... god, it's wrong..."
"Maybe," said Steve. He released the sponge and used his fingertips to continue the massage, a little harder. Fred's cyborg cock throbbed and rose to full attention, the head starting to turn purple. "This IS a violation of a lot of the ethical standards that nurses are held to. I'm risking my job and my license to make you feel good, Fred. Doesn't that matter for something?"
"Don't do it... on... my account," said Fred, gritting his teeth against the feelings in his groin. "I'm serious... I do NOT want this..."
"Oh, I know you THINK you don't," said Steve. "I haven't shown you the best parts, yet, though."
"Just... no," said Fred. "No, ok? Stop."
"Do you know why it feels good when I rub you here?" Steve asked, pressing two fingers more tightly against Fred's taint. "This spot, right here?"
"FUCK... oh GOD... no... no I don't..."
Fred's biomechanical dick stood straight up, visibly throbbing with his simulated pulse. A trickle of the seminal analog started to ooze from the tip.
"In an organic body, this is just over the anterior of the Prostate gland. It's like the male g-spot; huge bundle of nerves directly connected to the reproductive system. This isn't even the most sensitive part."
"Wh... what?" said Fred, the sensations beginning to overwhelm his capacity for language. He was starting to want something in contact with his cock very badly indeed, and he was fighting against asking Steve for another hand-job. He wasn't going to give in!
Steve rubbed the tip of the index finger of his free hand in the slit at the end of Fred's cock, coating it with the slick silicone compound, then reached under his other hand, and started to massage Fred's artificial anus. Fred yelped, eyes going wide.
"Fuck NO!" he said. "Please, don't do that..."
"You'll eventually need to eat and drink a little, just to replenish your body's fluids," said Steve, ignoring him. "You'll produce some waste; it'll be a lot cleaner than what you're used to." His massaging finger started to gently press inward, softly probing.
"Don't put that in me... please, do anything else you want, but not that..."
"The analog reproductive pump is a real piece of work," said Steve. "The synthetic testicles take compounds from some of your food supplements and compile them into a silicone powder, and the artificial prostate mixes it with a bit of distilled water to produce your cum-lube," he said. "It's all arranged to work as closely to your original body's function as possible, mainly so the neural connections have something to connect to."
Fred stopped whining, closed his eyes, and tried to will himself somewhere else. Without the network connections, he couldn't activate the virtual reality that protected his brain from sensory deprivation in an emergency... all he had were the new and more efficient electronic nerves bringing him bodily sensations faster and in more clarity than ever before, whether he wanted them or not.
Steve leaned in, and speared Fred's cybernetic asshole with his finger, sinking it in to the knuckle. Fred yelled at the penetration, but the anticipated pain didn't come. Sure, it felt damn uncomfortable and really, really full, but it didn't, exactly, hurt.
"You're going to feel a lot of things," said Steve, as he slowly finger-fucked the robot butthole, "but not pain. Your systems filter out nervous transmissions that would trigger the release of K chemicals in your brain; if there are no K chemicals, then your K receptors can't trigger. No pain signals get through."
