To be a pornodroid means that you are to give yourself away to strangers and get nothing in return but petty cash. This is a better rate than to be a Bl/ind pornodroid. Korse, prior head Hitman of the S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W unit came up with a brilliant retirement plan.

He pitched the idea to make a Pornodroid with the likeness of Party Poison, the deceased leader of the Killjoys, his plan was called: "Fuck the rebellion."

The plan went over well, and he was expected to provide a prototype, his prototype performed so we'll, and looked so much like Party Poison did that they didn't bother to make another. This is the most popular Pornodroid ever made.

Korse even buys around an hour with him every day. This is what he was doing at this particular time. "Hey baby."

I had been expecting him all day, he was late. I could see through the window that it was night. "Hey Korse." He walked up to me, I know he doesn't like it when I use his name. He put his hand on my chin to make me look up at him from the chair I sat in. "How do you want me master?"

He smiled down at me, I liked it when he smiled. "I want you on the floor."

I nodded, standing up. He shoved me and I fell onto the rug so hard that I could hardly breathe. "Did I say you could move?" He yelled, running his hand over his head.

"I'm sorry." I said, looking up at him. He started to take his grey coat off. He dropped it onto the chair I'd just been sitting in. He began to look through the drawers of the desk.

"You will be."

I turned into my side and rested my elbow on the floor, looking up at him. I was not afraid. "I hope that means you're gonna fuck me for once. I miss you."

He turned his head and looked at me like I was trash. "Shut the fuck up slut."

I laughed. "Make me." I don't know why I was in the mood to fuck with him.

He got out a belt and a while from the drawer. "Get on your knees."

I got up onto my knees and rubbed myself through my shorts, giving him a lustful look. It just doesn't work on him like it does on other guys.

He put the belt around my neck and pulled it through the buckle, pulling it until it was right, clasping it in place. It wasn't enough that I couldn't breathe, but enough that it hurt to swallow my spit.

He walked around me and hit me on the back, I shouldn't have worn a crop top today. I clenched my teeth. "Harder." I managed to choke out.

Be looked so angry, I smiled up at him. He hit me even harder, this one hurt. I moaned and fell forward onto my hands and knees. He grabbed the belt and yanked me up to my knees again. He hit me hard on the arm with the whip.

He then leaned over me and opened my mouth, expecting a kiss. He spat into my mouth. I swallowed it and gave him another smile when he looked disgusted. "You know, your dick would choke me a lot better than this belt is." I said in a voice much weaker than I wanted to use.

"You really want me to fuck you?" He asked, dropping the whip onto the floor.

My stomach tickled and I felt myself getting hard. "Yes please, I've been waiting all day."

He got on his knees behind me, reaching around to unbutton my shorts. He pulled them down roughly before shoving me over. I rested my head sideways on the floor with my ass up. I could hear him unzip and then shoved himself into me.

Fuck that hurt, he didn't use any lube. How the fuck had I not even got any precum out of him? I don't understand how he isn't sexually attracted to me when half the population of this city seems to be. My train of thought was cut off when he pulled the belt roughly, my neck strained and I put my fingertips onto the rug, trying to take weight off my neck.

He pulled even harder, sounds started to muffle, like I was under water. My sight was starting to go out. I could feel him fucking me, but it didn't feel good at all. Normally I'd be totally into this, but hardly anybody actually fucked me today. Mainly just blowjobs. So I wasn't really ready for him.

Before I knew what was happening, I woke up laying on the floor. A man I didn't know stood in the doorway, a look of shock and sadness on his face. He had long black hair, totally dressed in black. He seemed to be blinking away tears.

Why the fuck would Korse leave me like this? It sucked too because this guy was hot. I managed to pull myself up to sit. But I fell backwards, my head felt like he'd probably hit me sometime during fucking me.

I could feel hands on me, pulling me up onto the bed, then my shorts being pulled up. I opened my eyes and could see the man messing with the belt around my throat, then I could hear clearly and breathe without any strain. He dropped the belt onto the floor and covered me up.

"I'm so sorry about this. How do you want me?"

He scanned my face and looked so stern. I looked down at his hand that rested on the bed. It was covered in tattoos, fuck. Hands are kind of my thing. He looked so sexy, probably the hottest guy I've ever had buy time with me. I wouldn't mind getting fucked by this guy.

He finally spoke. "What do you mean?"

I didn't really want to say it to him, he has really nice eyes. "I mean, what do you want me to do for you?"

He shrugged and looked down. "I don't know, I just wanted to." He shook his head and stopped talking.

"What is it? I can do anything you want." I sat up and put my hand on his shoulder, starting to take his jacket off for him. I couldn't shake the feeling that I knew him somehow.

He stared into my eyes and I saw a strange twitch in his lower lip. "I don't want anything dirty."

I nodded. "Right, what can I do for you then?"

Now I could tell for sure he was about to cry. "Can I just lay next to you?"

I gave him a sympathetic smile and laid down, lifting up the blankets for him. He took his jacket off and got under the covers with me. He lay facing me and just looked at me. He looked at me like I was special, I don't know why. I really wanted to kiss him. He was so strange and so beautiful, like I'd known him for years.

I saw a tear run down his face and soak into the pillowcase. I reached out and wiped under his eye. I moved a bit closer to him. "How long are you gonna be here?" I asked, I don't normally ask that sort of thing.

"The rest of tonight." He sniffed and shook his head. "I shouldn't have come here."

I put my hand out and took his that lay on the bed. "I don't know if it's any solace to you, but this is probably gonna be the best night I've ever had." I saw sadness flash over his face. "Hey, that doesn't mean I'm not down to do whatever. If I fall asleep and you end up wanting me to do something, just wake me up. Or don't, that's okay too."

He frowned. "Do people really think it's okay to do that to you?"

I shrugged. "I'm a Droid, they don't care."

He sighed. "I guess so, but still. How did they get you to look so real? I mean, you look so alive." He wants his hand over mine and examined my face again.

"I don't know, I'm some kind of new technology, I know that much. I'm supposed to be more lifelike than other droids. But I've only ever seen another Droid a couple of times in my memories."

"And what about the abuse? Do a lot of people treat you like that?"

I shifted my legs under the covers and wondered whether or not to be honest. "Yeah, I mean. I figure that's what most guys are into. I get fucked a lot more than abused, but sometimes it's both. This is the first time anybody has ever just wanted to lay down with me. I guess they want to get what they paid for."

He laughed. "Yeah, it's not cheap. I've been saving up for a while."

Why the hell would someone this hot save up to see me? He could have anybody. "That's nice. I didn't know I had fans."

He smiled. "It's a long story." Then his smile fell and he sighed.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

He looked at me again. "Can I hold you?"

I smiled. "Of course." I moved closer to him and lifted up so he could slink an arm under me. Then he wrapped his other arm around my neck to pull me to him. He smelled amazing, like tea and cigarettes. My face was just below his, he looked down at me. Why does this feel so intimate?

I literally have like ten different guys inside my ass or mouth daily, but this manages to be the most personal thing I've ever done. I really like this guy.

Be placed his hand on the side of my face and ran his thumb over my cheek. He placed a kiss on my forehead and rested his chin on my head. Pulling me so close I was pressed to his chest. I put my arm around him and relaxed into his hold and before I knew it, I was asleep.

A/N: Hey! This is going to be my first Frerard story! (I've written one shots) What did you think? I'd love to know! I will try and upload as often as possible! Any support is so helpful! 3 thank you for reading!