Future Fuck

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Sherlock walked back to his future suite thingy (whatever the fuck they live in in the future). "Gosh, I am very tired." he said to himself, he took off his big coat thing and hat.

He walked over to his future bed and laid down. Suddenly, the door opens. There in the doorway stood a massive silhouette. Sherlock squinted his tired eyes. "who is it?"

"Oh, my dear holmes" Watson stepped into the room revealing his super manly robo figure. "It is time to future fuck"

Sherlock eyed his massive robo sidekick. "I have yet to future fuck, Watson, but I am not sure I am ready for it right now. I am rather tired, my friend. "

"Well, I am ready for it now, Holmes." Robo Watson charged the prone form of Sherlock which was still laid out on the bed. Watson used his massive frame to hold the famous detective to the future bed.

"What are you doing?" Sherlock cried, struggling beneath the massive weight of his once reliable friends.

"I am so sorry..." Watson stopped and pulled away, "I have been getting into the future liquor a little too hard tonight... and you with that tight little ass, holmes, it is hard to resist"

"it's okay, Watson" Holmes sat up and put a slender hand on his friend's cold, future shoulder in reassurance.

Watson sat for a brief second before turning to him. "Just kidding!" Watson pinned his companion down to the bed again. "Gosh, Holmes, i thought you were the greatest detective... couldn't you deduce that liquor doesn't affect my robo stomach. Hahaha, the great Sherlock indeed."

Watson proceeded to tear the rest of the Detective's clothes off of his long, slender body. "Oh my..." Watson grinned greedily eying the pale, writhing body of his dear friend. Sherlock had a certain beauty to him, almost as beautiful as a woman. Maybe even more so.

Watson proceeded to tear the rest of the Detective's clothes off of his long, slender body. "Oh my..." Watson grinned greedily eying the pale, writhing body of his dear friend.

Sherlock had a certain beauty to him, almost as beautiful as a woman. Maybe even more so.

"Watson, that's enough!" Sherlock struggled to push his friend off, long fingers pushing against cold metal.

"Oh it's never enough." Watson pushed a button and out came a fully erect metal penis from his future robot crotch.

"Why did you creator install that?"

Sherlock asked frantically, his usually mild, cocky british voice shrill from panic.

"I asked for it in the update... I have been waiting 400 years to do that."

Watson violently threw Sherlock onto his stomach and thrust his massive prick into his friends perky bottom.

Sherlock cried in pain. The huge metal dick was too big for his virgin ass.

"Mmm..." Watson grunted, biting his lower lip in ecstasy. "I am so glad I paid for the pleasure sensors... Oh, and I apologize for not lubing myself up first, Holmes."

Sherlock was too busy crying out in pain to respond, his torn asshole bleeding from the insertion pressure.

Watson thrusted a few more times before pulling out and spewing oil all over Sherlock's skinny, pale back. He sighed in pleasure and leaned down next to the detective's ear.

"Thanks for the great future fuck, Holmes" With that the robo-Watson exited the room. Sherlock lay alone and bleeding, back covered in the black oil. He was in terrible pain, both physically and emotionally. He had just been torn open by his best friend who he thought he had known. What had gotten into Watson?

Holmes cried himself until he passed out from the pain.