A Human's Touch

Chapter Two

Synopsis: Janus and Virgil are a married couple looking to spice up their sex life by introducing a sex robot into the mix. After examining the sexbot options though, they decide to purchase a helperbot instead. Logan isn't specifically designed for sex, but has the parts necessary, and so they decide he'll do. However, Logan's not supposed to feel anything, and yet the touch of these two humans has him feeling everything… from pleasure, to bliss, to confliction between his hardcoded purpose and his desires to go against his programming. As he's introduced to more and more new things, he starts to have new feelings, of which begin to bubble up from his metal core and beat through his artificial heart.

There's a very faint whirring sound that fills the room as Logan stands perfectly still, and charges. His eyes may be shut, but he's not sleeping. He doesn't need to sleep, and when he inevitably chooses to deactivate himself to "rest," he'll still be alert enough to "wake" on his own. But honestly, if that were the case, Logan might as well avoid deactivating altogether, unless utterly necessary. While actively operating, he was able to listen to the environment around him, and even open his eyes to observe if he so wished. It helps him gather insight on what could be done. And despite having only been at Janus and Virgil's house for one day, Logan can already tell there was a lot that needed to be handled. 

His eyes blink open once, and then twice, and then finally focus on the third try, and Logan's left staring at the uninteresting white wall in front of him. It's illuminated by the early morning sunlight which streams in through a large window with drawn curtains. 

He continues to focus his eyes on the wall until a shadow darts across it, which causes Logan's attention to snap towards the glass. He spots nothing, and assumes it to be a bird or large bug, but now that his gaze has focused elsewhere, he begins to inspect the rest of the room as well. He hadn't looked around it much after settling into his charging station the night before, as he hadn't wished to intrude on the space despite it supposedly being "his." But even if this space wasn't his, it was still Logan's job to help. And there were a bunch of different ways he could help in here! 

The guest bed is made, but it's wrinkled at the edges. The pillows aren't fluffed, straightened, or laying in the optimal position to look both aesthetically pleasing and achieve the most comfortability regardless of how a person lays against them. There's a handful of crumbs atop the comforter - perhaps a mess left behind by a previous guest that couldn't be bothered to brush the sheets clean - and the comforter itself lays lopsided over the bed, with different corners of it hanging off the sides of the bed at different lengths. 

The charging box opens, letting out a small poof of steam as Logan steps out of it, before it closes and the glow it maintains while Logan's actively charging within it slowly fades to black. 

He calmly - though rather quickly - walks towards the bed, and carefully pulls the disjointed items atop it to the ground, in order to start from the beginning. The sheets and comforter are both shaken clean of crumbs and then laid neatly across the mattress. He's easily able to tuck the fabric beneath corners, until it's all laying straight and smooth. The comforter goes on easily too, and Logan rubs his hands over it until it looks just as nice. 

Then, he takes the time to individually fluff each pillow - of which there are five - and lay them on the bed in a neat, precise pattern, the way he was programmed to. 

Once that's taken care of, Logan ponders what to do next. 

Because he was not bought with the intention of being a helperbot, Logan still wonders if he should still perform his programmed functionalities. One of which is to do early morning chores, make breakfast, and wake the family he's helping. 

But Virgil and Janus hadn't explicitly set a time for Logan to wake up, nor have they requested being woken up. 

A small clock appears in Logan's upper-righthand vision, which displays the time 9:15am. If his owner's had gone to bed at midnight - as he assumes they did, seeing as that's when he stopped hearing their footsteps or whispers in the hall - then they'll have gotten about nine hours by now if they slept well, which is the recommended amount by healthcare professionals. So perhaps Logan should wake them, and get started on breakfast. 

His door opens steadily, and is shut quietly behind him, as Logan works carefully not to produce more noise than what's necessary. He'd like to wake them softly, not spook them. 

He walks straight to their room, and twists the handle gently, before stepping inside. The space is dark, but Logan knows upon first glance that it's empty. Not only does he not see Janus or Virgil, but his thermal readings signify neither of them have been in bed for a while, as their bed retains none of their body heat. How long have they been up? 

Logan closes their door, and then heads downstairs. 

Only a few steps into his descent, and Logan's suddenly hit with the delicious smell of what he can identify to be bacon, eggs, and pancake batter (though Logan's unfortunately not able to distinguish whether the batter's being used for waffles or pancakes). As he steps into the kitchen, he sees Virgil leaning up against the counter, spatula in one hand and phone in the other. Two pans are on the stove; one is cooking a pancake to add to the plate on the counter that's already stacked a few pancakes high, while the other holds a hefty amount of scrambled eggs. A separate plate holds bacon, which seems to have been cooked first, and set aside to cool, with the pan the bacon was fried in being re-used. 

Virgil jumps slightly when he hears Logan walk in. And though his heart rate is temporarily elevated from the brief scare, Virgil greets him with a simple "good morning," his voice still deep and raspy. He likely woke up less than an hour ago. 

"Good morning," Logan replies. "I didn't mean to startle you." 

"It's a bit too late for that," Virgil jokes. "But it's not your fault. I'm just not yet used to having another person around." 

Speaking of people being around, Logan's eyes dart around the kitchen, searching for any sign of Virgil's husband, who seems noticeably absent from the house entirely. "Where's Janus? He wasn't in your bedroom, nor is he in the living room. And he's not in here." 

"He's running errands. He'll be back soon." Virgil sets his phone on the counter in order to flip the pancake in its pan, and Logan immediately moves closer to the stove. 

Logan's head twitches to the side slightly. "If you'd like some help running errands, AllocationCorp sells a wonderful line of errandbots suitable to run any errands dictated to them, from grocery runs to shoe-shopping to school drop-offs. AllocationCorp: ‘helping humans allocate menial tasks onto able bots, providing you and your family with more free time to have fun and focus on what’s important.’" 

There's silence for a moment as Virgil just... stares at him, before he asks "are you coded to promote your company?" 

Oddly embarrassed at the question, Logan nods. "Yes. Would you like me to stop? I can disable promotional advertisements in my settings in order to not annoy you further." 

"That'd be nice. We've already mentioned you're the only bot we have any interest in owning. Not that we could afford a second one, anyway."

Logan navigates to his own code, and combs through his programmed setting in order to disable habitual advertising based on environmental context, so that he no longer shouts out company items that relate to the current situation. Then, he stares at the simmering food. 

"I can help with breakfast if you'd like to sit down," he suggests, and is pleased when Virgil hands him the spatula, permitting Logan to finish making breakfast. "I should have made sure to ask what time you guys woke up so that I could set proper alarms for myself. You needn't worry about cooking breakfast, lunch, or dinner with me around." 

"I don't mind cooking," Virgil hums, as he settles into one of the chairs circled around their kitchen table. He kicks his feet up, and stretches briefly. "Janus doesn't hate it either. But we should give you a few recipes to memorize... I think he has a book somewhere." 

"A recipe book?" 

Virgil yawns, and then scratches at his face, watching as Logan slides the pancake off the pan and onto the plate, somehow lining it up perfectly with the pancake beneath it. "Yeah. More of a scrap book, kind of. Homemade notecards pasted onto pages alongside actual recipes cut out from other cookbooks. He likes to remember what we enjoy so we can enjoy it again." 

"That's very intelligent," Logan compliments. "It's always important to keep the food you like on hand, so that you may prepare it whenever cravings arise." Logan sets the pan back on the stove, and then glances into the bowl of raw batter. There's only a little left - enough for one or two more pancakes. "How many pancakes would you like me to make?" 

"You can finish off the bowl, and we should be fine after that." 

Quickly, Logan counts the amount of pancakes in the stack. There are five already. Perhaps Logan should try making one large pancake so that both Janus and Virgil can have an even amount. He grabs the bowl and the baking spatula, and begs to pour it into the pan, but stops once the pan is filled despite the fact there's more batter left. The pancake he's poured is already quite large. Any more mixture will just create a thick, and likely raw pancake that neither of his owners would savor. 

Logan then stirs through the eggs, and after deciding they're done, searches around for the plates. 

He internalizes the kitchen layout as he opens cabinets, drawers, and the pantry, making sure he knows where everything is in order to maximize efficiency. Then, he grabs a plate to dump the eggs onto. 

"There's enough cooked for you to be served right now," he announces, making sure he has Virgil's attention as he motions to breakfast laid across the counter. "However, if you'd like to wait for Janus, you don't have to eat immediately." 

"I'll wait for Janus. He should be back any second now." 

Logan looks through the kitchen doorway towards the front door, as if expecting Janus to coincidentally arrive right then and there... but he doesn't. So Logan turns back to cooking, and finishes baking the rest of the batter. Then, he brings the spatulas, bowls, and pans to the sink, where he rinses them all beneath hot water. Before he can start washing though, the front door opens, and Janus groans as he comes inside. 

"Do you need any help with groceries?" Virgil calls, but Janus is stepping into the kitchen to drop a measly four bags to the tile before Virgil can stand to help. 

"No," Janus playfully huffs, "this is all I got. Just remind me never to go shopping at eight AM ever again. It's an absolutely miserable experience." 

"Sure thing," Logan interjects, "how often and at what time would you like to receive this reminder?" 

Janus's eyes go a little wide, as though he hadn't previously registered Logan's presence, but he softens shortly thereafter. "It's merely an expression, love," Janus quells him, before nudging a bag forward with his foot. "Here. These are for you. I hope I got your size right, but I was kind of eyeing things... If anything doesn't fit, we can bring you along to exchange them." 

Logan bends down in order to dig through the bag's contents, and finds a variety of clothes within them. 

"I tried to match your general style," Janus further explains, striding towards the table where he collapses into Virgil's lap, dramatically feigning exhaustion. "Your personality is randomized, right? And that includes giving you random likes and dislikes?" 

"Somewhat," Logan answers, as he pulls out a variety of polos and button-up shirts. Janus had even gotten him another tie! This one's not solid blue, but instead has blue, light blue, and indigo stripes. "I have set predispositions, but if you want me to like something and dislike something else, these can be altered. For example, my randomized likes included ties, hence why I was fashioned with one." Logan's hands slide over the tie he's wearing, and then the one Janus had purchased for him. "However, if you dislike the way they look on me, or harbor some vendetta against them, you need only tell me to dislike them and to stop wearing them, and I will update my code to reflect this alteration in my personality." 

Lips quirking downward into a slightly uncomfortable frown, Virgil immediately says "we wouldn't do that." 

Janus sets a steady hand on his shoulder, before elaborating "we like your personality, and we're excited to learn more about you and see you develop in real time, and changing you forcefully would ruin that experience."

"Oh." Logan lays the new tie back in the plastic grocery bag. "I... apologize for the unwanted suggestion, then. I just want to guarantee you two have the most satisfying experience with me. That's my duty as a helperbot." 

"I'm sure we'll have an experience that's plenty satisfying with you after breakfast," Janus murmurs, which has Virgil flushing dark and playfully hitting Janus in the chest. As Janus chuckles, Logan turns to plate them both their food, giving each of them two pancakes, two pieces of bacon, and a scoop of scrambled eggs to start things off. He sets both plates at the table in front of Virgil, even though Janus slides one to the side as he finally moves to his own chair. Logan then also brings them silverware, before lingering near the counter. 

"Do either of you desire condiments?" he asks, hand hovering over the fridge handle. 

"If you could bring the butter dish over here, that'd be great," Virgil says, mouth already full of eggs. 

"And the syrup," Janus adds. "It's in the pantry." 

Logan grabs both items and hands them to Janus and Virgil respectively, watching as they both cut small squares of butter to melt atop their pancakes. Neither of them use the syrup immediately, and instead wait until their plate is empty of eggs and bacon before drizzling the syrup onto it. 

Virgil uses more than Janus, covering his entire top pancake in syrup while Janus just does a few light streaks. When their plates are cleaned, Logan takes them without being asked. 

"Would you like seconds?" 

"Sure. I'm down for another pancake," Virgil answers, as Janus peers over at the counter. 

"Hm," he hums, "I'll take the rest of the eggs. They were very good this morning. Did you make them cheesy?" 

The question's directed at Logan, who frowns in embarrassment as he nods towards Virgil. "Virgil made the eggs. I wasn't downstairs in time to make breakfast before he started it. I'll do better in the future." 

"We're not upset with you," Virgil immediately assures him. "I already told you I don't mind making food and stuff. And you probably needed time to fully settle in and... calibrate, or whatever." 

"I don't require any time to settle," Logan politely counters, as he hurries to refill their plates with food. "I learn and adapt as I go, so as to not burden my owners with the responsibility of teaching me. I only ask that you both decide on a time I should be up and completing chores around the house, so that you... don't have to do more than you want to." 

As Janus takes his second plate from Logan's outstretched arms, he explains "we're not typically up this early. In fact, the only reason we are is because we wanted to be up before you."

Grumbling, Virgil mutters "you wanted to be up before him. I wanted to stay asleep." 

"Yes, yes. I wanted to be up before you. Virgil was an unfortunate casualty during my morning routine." Janus fills his fork with scrambled eggs, and takes a hefty bite. "In fact, I wanted to be home before you were downstairs for the day, but it seems I was a tad late." 

Logan's hands fold together in front of his body, clasped tightly. His face tilts downwards. "I am sorry to disappoint." 

"You didn't disappoint anyone," Janus scolds him. "I'm quite excited you're awake. I just wanted your clothes to be a surprise."

"If it's any consolation, they still were. I am also quite pleased at the fact you considered my personality and feelings when picking out the items, even if you weren't obligated to put in that amount of effort. It's rather thoughtful of you." 

Janus waves his hand dismissively. "You flatter me." 

Logan stands idly behind Janus and Virgil as they finish up their food, and then again takes their plates and utensils when they're done. "Would you two enjoy thirds?" he inquires, but gets an immediate dissuasion from Virgil. 

"No thanks. I'm stuffed," he sighs, before standing and stretching. 

Janus agrees "I'm also rather full. Breakfast was great. Thank you, Virgil." 

"Logan finished it," Virgil insists. 

Janus chuckles and shakes his head. "Then thank you both." He also stands, and moves to kiss Virgil's cheek, before he wraps Logan's tie around his fist and pulls him forward, nearly causing Logan to drop the flatware he's carrying. Logan also gets a swift peck against his face as if it's nothing, before he's released as Janus and Virgil make their way to the living room. 

Logan, despite his initial surprise, heads to the sink in order to run the plates beneath warm water. He grabs a sponge and soaks it as well, but before he can start washing any dishes, his name is being called by Janus. So, he shuts the water off and grabs the grocery bags still laying on the ground, and carries them to the couch, which Virgil and Janus are already splayed across. 

"Do you require my assistance?" he asks, as he nears the edge of the sofa. "I was just about to start the dishes, but that can be completed after whatever task you need me to complete." 

"Can you safely do the dishes?" Virgil asks, staring at Logan's hands, which are dripping with water. "I thought technology typically wasn't... waterproof." 

"For the price we bought him, he better be waterproof," Janus grunts. 

Logan smooths out his shirt. "I am waterproof," he affirms. "It's only if water got on my insides and on any of my control panels that there'd be some problems, though the amount of water it would take to permanently disable me would be... excessive." 

"So you can't drink water?" Virgil asks.

"No, no, I can drink water. I just have no reason to, seeing as I don't get dehydrated like you and Janus do. But if I ever overheat to a dangerous degree, having a glass could help cool my servers. Anything orally ingested is sent through a tube connected to a synthetic stomach, digestive track, and bladder. I look mostly humanoid on the inside in order to be more authentic and relatable, aside from the fact there's significantly more metal and wires within my chest than the average person may have." 

"Wow," Janus breathes, "there's so much we still don't know about you." 

"Can you really blame us?" Virgil replies. "We barely got to poke at him yesterday before deciding to retire for the night." 

Janus holds his arm out towards Logan, who raises an eyebrow as he sets his hand in Janus's, only to be yanked quickly to the cushions. He's slotted between Virgil and Janus, who both immediately move as close as possible to him, keeping him trapped between their two bodies. It's awfully reminiscent of yesterday, where Virgil was behind him and Janus in front, but this time their positions are swapped. 

Logan feels both of their hands hit him at once, with Janus's shamelessly landing on his sides and sliding from his love-handles up to his armpits, before slithering around to grope at Logan's chest, while Virgil's palms rest briefly on Logan's thighs, before moving up to his waist. However, both of them stop at nearly the same time, as Janus's lips press to Logan's earlobe. 

"Do we have your permission to... do a little prodding?" he whispers, his voice causing Logan's bright blue pupils to glitch briefly. "It'll feel wonderful. I guarantee it." 

"You don't need my permission," Logan quickly responds, his voice glitching once in a way comparable to one's voice cracking when they're embarrassed. "I am merely a robot. My consent isn't necessary." 

"It's necessary to us," Virgil coos. One of his fingers strokes Logan's jaw, tilting Logan's head so that Logan's meeting his serious expression. "I know you... don't have wants or whatever, but... Ugh, Janus, how did you phrase it yesterday? Are you interested in letting us prod? And... maybe do a little more than just inspect...?" 

"Of course," Logan answers. "You have my full permission. Though I politely ask you to be gentle if your exploration goes near my circuits." 

"We will be," Virgil quells him, despite the fact Janus is giving him a shit-eating grin, as if he's going to go back on their assurance sometime soon. But luckily not today. And then both of their hands are moving again, feeling up Logan's body, and squeezing at the pudge and curves they'd seen the day before. 

Logan's worked out of his clothes easily, as if both Janus and Virgil are experienced when it comes to undressing others, and he's naked in the blink of an eye. 

His face goes red as both Janus and Virgil don't bother to hide the fact they instantaneously turn to stare at his cock, until Virgil moves to grab it, giving it a few weak strokes with just his thumb while his other fingers curl around it until Logan's small shaft is worked to full hardness. Then, he lets go, but traces the pad of his pointer finger around Logan's slit. 

"So you have fake semen... What about other bodily fluids? Like... spit?" he asks, and Janus's hand raises to Logan's jaw in order to run his thumb over Logan's lips. 

"I produce synthetic spit," Logan explains. "It's a mixture of water and safe chemicals that create a tasteless, similarly-textured substance to that of saliva." 

Virgil watches as Janus's thumb pulls Logan's bottom lip down. Logan obediently opens his mouth as Janus guides him, and Virgil peers past his teeth, inspecting Logan's tongue. "When you say safe, do you mean safe to touch, safe for consumption, or... just generally safer than other chemicals?" 

"All of the above," Logan says, even though he's hardly able to enunciate any consonants due to his open mouth. When Janus pulls his hand away, Logan adjusts his jaw, before stating "it works just like yours does, keeping my mouth lubricated and wet to make things like speaking and eating easier... though, my saliva does not contain amylase because I have no need to break down food past what my teeth can accomplish on their own. My stomach also has a similar construction, with an acid-adjacent substance used to dissolve the food that's just as harmless and rather useless outside of show." 

"So you have spit, but not exactly spit, and acid that's not gastric acid," Janus repeats. "Am I understanding that right?" 

"Yes." 

"Fascinating. Virgil, don't you want to feel how Logan's spit differs from ours?" 

Virgil's cheeks go pink. "Well, I hadn't before you said anything... but I guess I am kind of curious." 

Janus's lips press briefly to the nape of Logan's neck, before he commands "Logan, open your mouth," which Logan does immediately, eager to obey the way he was made to. And Virgil obeys too. Even though Janus never explicitly demanded he do anything specific, Virgil raises his fingers with the intention of using them to feel Logan's synthetic saliva, which Logan supposes makes sense. How else was Virgil supposed to physically determine the difference? Still, Logan's not ready for Virgil's pointer and middle fingers to press against his tongue, and flushes dark instinctively as a result when they inevitably do. 

With Virgil's digits in his mouth, Logan's able to taste him clearly in a way he never would have imagined tasting a person. The complex flavors Logan's artificial tongue are able to pick up on Virgil's fingers practically reveal his whole morning routine to Logan, whose servers kick into high gear trying to identify it all. 

There's an undertone of hand-soap that Logan didn't see spotted in the kitchen - likely from Virgil and Janus's personal bathroom - that's so subtle Virgil probably couldn't taste it if he were to suck on his own fingers. There's the smell of breakfast that's infused with Virgil's very atoms, barely identifiable beneath the main flavor of Virgil's hand: sweat. 

It's no surprise that perspiration is what Logan tastes the most. And it's not like Virgil's excessively sweating! It's just what's most present on his skin compared to everything else! It's another flavor Logan doubts either of his owners would pick up on if Virgil's fingers were in their mouths instead - perhaps Virgil would just taste like nothing to their normal tongues - but one Logan can't escape from. 

Virgil presses down against Logan's tongue, his fingers weighing in Logan's mouth. Logan's eyes dart from Virgil's wrist to Virgil's countenance, where he sees Virgil biting his lip, his cheeks dark red. Then, Logan glances down to Virgil's pajama pants, where he sees the noticeable tent in the fabric, and then further watches it grow as Virgil's cock steadily hardens while his fingers rest past Logan's lips. Just as Logan's fixated on Virgil's face, Virgil seems equally interested in Logan's expression, though Virgil can't hold eye contact for more than a few seconds before turning away. 

Behind him, Janus murmurs "you can close your mouth now, dear," and Logan slowly does, his lips pressing shut around Virgil's fingers. 

Then, Logan's tongue starts moving. 

He's not being told to suck or lick Virgil's digits, but he feels that it's what he's supposed to do. And that belief is further affirmed by the way Virgil's fingers curl in his mouth when Logan's tongue arches up to slide over them. 

"Fuck," Virgil gasps, his eyes wide as they flicker to Janus. "He's... sucking on them." 

"Is he now?" Janus's hands slide down Logan's body, petting over his stomach before pinching Logan's small cock, making Logan jolt and moan around Virgil's hand. "And he thought he wouldn't make a good sexbot." Janus kisses Logan's shoulder, and then sits up on his knees so that he can kiss Logan's face, peppering light pecks across Logan's cheek in a manner that felt more teasing than affectionate. "Look at you, licking Virgil's fingers without even needing to be asked. How considerate of you! I suppose this is good blowjob practice..." 

"It is, isn't it?" Virgil pants softly, as he shuffles backwards just enough to start messing with his pajama bottoms with his free hand. His fingers slip slightly from Logan's mouth, but Logan leans forward to accommodate, which gets his back scratched lightly by Janus in response in order to silently praise his obedience. 

Logan knows what a blowjob is. Even if he wasn't built to give them, he's still been programmed with general knowledge, and has the ability to learn more at a moment's notice thanks to being built with unrestricted internet access (which he could utilize to research whatever needed to better provide for his owners). Blowjobs are an oral activity performed via sucking or licking another person's shaft. So... Logan sucking Virgil's fingers was practice, whether that was the intention or not. Though, Logan doubts Virgil's fingers are at all comparable to his cock. And that's a sentiment proved when Virgil finally manages to get his pants down to his knees, and his hard cock is exposed to the open air. 

Surprised at what he sees, Logan nearly chokes on Virgil's fingers, but luckily Virgil's pulling his hand away before Logan can start coughing. 

Virgil's about average length, but it makes Logan's below-average cock look pitiful in comparison. But that's not what Logan's shocked to see. 

"You're uncircumcised!" he proclaims, which has Virgil nervously rubbing the back of his head and Janus snickering in his ear. 

"I am," Virgil admits. "Surprise, I guess?" 

Mouth slightly agape, Logan blinks once, before setting a hand against his chest. "I apologize if my astonishment was misconstrued as insulting. Circumcision is so normalized that the majority of AllocationCorp bots built with penises are built pre-circumcised. But it's not bad. So long as you are healthy and happy with yourself, your body is acceptable the way it is." 

Snorting, Janus mutters "that's cute," in Logan's ear, before reaching forward to grab Virgil's legs and pull him closer. "Logan, would you like to learn another fun fact about uncircumcised cocks other than the fact they're rather rare here in America?"

Unable to tear his eyes away from Virgil's nether regions, Logan answers with an unsteady "sure," gaze fixed on the small bead of pre that rolls down the tip of Virgil's cock when Virgil palms his shaft and slightly pulls his foreskin down. 

"This little bit of tissue connecting his foreskin to the head of his cock is called the frenulum," Janus starts, which is information Logan already knows. But what comes next actually is new information that Logan wouldn't need to know under normal circumstances. "The frenulum is surprisingly sensitive, and can feel really good when rubbed. Isn't that right, Virgil?" 

Virgil brings his knuckles to his mouth, turning his head away in embarrassment. "Uhm... yeah. Yeah, it can." 

"Why don't you get some kinesthetic experience," Janus suggests to Logan, already pushing Logan forward slightly, and pulling Logan's hips back so that he's on his knees, "while I... investigate how you work from back here. Does that sound like a good plan?" 

Logan's face is level with Virgil's shaft, which Virgil's stroking so lightly that Logan barely registers he's doing it. As Virgil takes Logan's hand, and guides it to his cock in order to replace his own, Logan breathes out "yes. That sounds like a good plan." And an incredibly good learning experience; one that Logan's rather eager to be getting. He takes the opportunity while he has it to study Virgil's cock in great detail, paying close attention to the bellend of Virgil's cock, his frenulum, and his foreskin, and the way the skin of his penis moves when Logan begins to move his palm up and down it. 

"Do you like what you see?" Virgil eventually huffs out, as Logan's too busy staring to actually move his hand much. 

Logan swallows the synthetic spit in his mouth. "I don't have an opinion. I'm an unbiased machine." 

"We'll have to fix that, then," Janus insists. "It'd be quite nice if you developed an... interest in specific things. Formed opinions. Is there a setting we can enable to make that the case?" 

"Not specifically, but I can work on developing biases if that's what you want me to do." Bots like Logan were made without opinions in order to not conflict with whoever bought them. Sure, Logan does technically have particular fascinations that align with his pre-determined personality, but even these are subdued and can be changed via his control tablet or verbal requests made by his owners. But Logan - and robots like Logan, regardless of their type - are supposed to be agreeable. How is Logan supposed to agree with them if he develops thoughts that differ from their own? 

But he guesses that's what they want, even if he doesn't understand why. So, he takes a moment to identify the parts in his code that prohibit him from forming new opinions (luckily, it's not a programmed feature - likely written that way in case a bot's owners wanted them to have specific views (perhaps on a person the family dislikes, or even a simple sports team they root against) they could be applied via the owner's permission), and eliminates it from his script. Because it was more of a note than important code, Logan simply erasing it fortunately won't cause any problems. It'll just... allow him to do exactly what Janus and Virgil seem to want; it'll authorize him to form his own opinions. 

"There," Logan suddenly blurts, "I've... altered some of my suggestive settings to allow for the formation of personal opinions. Please feel free to test me out now that I've changed slightly." 

Curious, and somewhat embarrassed to be repeating himself in a less snarky tone, Virgil asks "do you like what you see?" 

And Logan's cheeks go pink. "I believe I do." 

"Good boy," Janus praises. "Now gently press your thumb to Virgil's frenulum, and stroke it lightly. But be careful; like I said, it's sensitive, and Virgil likes to squirm." 

"Janus!" Virgil hisses, but Janus just laughs at him. 

Logan shifts the position of his hand to follow Janus's instructions, and presses the pad of his thumb against the tissue. Even just touching it has Virgil cursing under his breath, but slowly Logan starts to rub up and down it, being careful with the tender area but still working to make Virgil feel good. And soon enough, Virgil's muffling a moan with his hand, and pre is leaking from the tip of his cock, further slickening Virgil's shaft, and allowing Logan's hand to move swiftly up and down it between petting Virgil's frenulum. 

Then, Logan feels Janus's hands spread his cheeks apart, exposing his hole. Logan twists to look over his shoulder at what Janus is doing. 

"Can lube safely go into your hole?" Janus asks, pressing his fingers teasingly against the orifice. "Without splattering over your internal wires and circuits, I mean." 

"Yes," Logan quietly replies. "It's a separate tunnel, essentially, connecting to my stomach in case I ever need to dispel its contents. It's built just like a human's." 

Janus smiles excitedly. "With a prostate as well?" 

"Not exactly. Do you remember the fluid sac I mentioned that creates and stores my semen? That's placed about where a prostate would be, outside of my fabricated intestines, of course. However, I believe if you were to curl your fingers, you'd be able to feel it through my inner walls, and thus touch it." 

"Would that make you feel good?" Virgil murmurs, his hips twitching beneath Logan's touch. Logan squeezes the base of Virgil's cock, attempting to mimic the way they'd touched him the day prior, and it seems to get him a positive reaction. 

"I'm not sure," Logan confesses. "It's not standard procedure to... have that sac poked or squeezed. Nor is it normal for a helperbot's hole to be... inspected. Aside from during the manufacturing process, but we're not powered on during that."

Janus leans back, already sliding off the couch with a knowing look on his face. "Guess we'll just have to find out," he says, before heading upstairs, and returning minutes later holding a bottle of lube. "That was the intention behind this little playdate, after all. To learn more about how you function, how you were made, and how your body works. And finding out how similar your semen-sac is to a prostate seems important!" 

Logan's not sure it is, but the way Janus says it convinces him of its importance anyway. 

Besides, Logan's more focused on Virgil anyway, as Virgil's cock is thrusted up into Logan's grip, with Virgil holding tight to the couch in hopes he won't move as much despite the fact that methodology is failing him greatly. His thighs are spread wide, with one of his legs hanging over the edge of the couch while his other knee rubs against Logan's side, with Logan being guided even closer to him by Virgil and Janus's movements, until Logan's mouth is hovering just above the tip of Virgil's shaft. 

"You breathe," Virgil comments, his voice coming out low and breathy. "Do you... need to?" 

"It's an automatic process," Logan mumbles, "done to make me appear more human, while also being a viable way of steadily cooling my innards throughout the day. If I were to begin overheating, my internal fans would kick on to prevent any long-lasting damage, but I'd probably begin breathing faster too. But I don't have lungs. I can stop the process of inhaling and exhaling if you find it inconvenient, annoying, or generally bothersome." 

One of Virgil's hands settles itself in Logan's hair, unintentionally weighing Logan's head down enough for Logan's lips to press against Virgil's slit. "I don't find it any of those things. It's kind of... hot."

Logan swallows the spit in his mouth. "Okay," he eventually musters, tasting Virgil's salty pre on his lips, "I'll keep it enabled, then." 

"While you're down there, we might as well test how... constrictive your throat is," Janus suggests, meeting Virgil's eyes. "Perhaps you should deepthroat Virgil's cock." 

Virgil frowns hesitantly. "We shouldn't push him too much. This is only his second day." 

"I can handle it," Logan immediately assures him, "I was made to withstand plenty of laborious or strenuous situations. I doubt taking Virgil's penis into my mouth will be any sort of struggle." 

"Confident little thing," Janus teases, pinching Logan's ass. Logan jolts slightly at the feeling, before he's directed back to Virgil's shaft. "If that's the case, then you should have no problem swallowing all of him down, right to the base. Surely a helpful, obedient bot such as yourself can do such a simple, easy task, right?" 

Logan shivers. "Yes." 

Janus scratches Logan's lower back affectionately. "Good boy." Then, Janus's fingers are pressing back against Logan's hole, though this time they're slick with lube. It's a weird feeling - one Logan definitely never expected to feel during the course of his "life" - but Logan's just as curious to properly experience it as Janus is eager to get things started. 

"I'm quite excited to see how you'll react with fingers twisting and thrusting inside of you," Janus admits, circling Logan's hole teasingly. "Wouldn't you agree, Virgil?" 

"Yeah," Virgil pants. "He already sounds cute. Can't imagine how he can possibly sound any cuter." And then Virgil's guiding Logan's head down more firmly. 

Logan's hand falls away from Virgil's cock as his mouth is pushed against it instead. His fingers grip the cushion beneath him as he parts his lips to accommodate for Virgil's length as it slowly slips into his mouth. The salty bellend presses down against his tongue as Virgil wordlessly encourages him to descend lower and lower. 

While Logan's swallowing down Virgil's cock, Janus finally decides to stop messing around and properly push his fingers into Logan's hole, which has Logan gripping tight to the couch and his irises briefly glitching around his sclera. 

"Fuck," Virgil utters, having seen the display, "does that feel good?"

Logan can't answer with anything other than a muffled moan, which surprisingly conveys his thoughts rather well. Janus had started with two fingers, and has no qualms about quickly thrusting them into Logan so that they're knuckles-deep within him. He gets right to spreading them apart and moving them back and forth, pumping them in and out of Logan's body at a considerate pace while he sits up on his knees to lean over Logan, wrapping his free hand around to Logan's bare chest. 

Then, Logan gags. 

Virgil's cock has been taken about halfway into his throat when Logan suddenly finds himself choking around it. And before he can compose himself, Virgil is rapidly tugging his hair to pull his head up and away. 

"Shit," he curses, before raising Logan's chin so that Logan's meeting his eyes. His thumb swipes away spit that dribbles from the corner of Logan's lips. "Are you okay? Did that hurt you?" 

Logan rubs his neck, before stammering "it's a programmed gag reflex. Simply cosmetic. Let me disable that so that I may... pleasure you without future disruptions." 

Virgil's eyes squeeze tightly shut for a moment, and a noise is quickly muffled with his hand. "You can just... turn it off? Just like that?"

"Yes." 

"Is there a way to keep it on, but lower its sensitivity?" Janus then asks, which has Virgil covering his face at the question. Janus ignores his embarrassment as he explains "it's rather attractive to know Virgil's cock is so large that you're gagging on it. It's a compliment he doesn't often receive considering I lack such reflex." 

"Asshole," Virgil spits behind his hands.  

Again, Janus disregards him as he further inquires "is that plausible? Or can it only be simply turned on and off?" 

"It's... like a dial," Logan clarifies, "so it is possible for me to turn it down, but not disable it. I can do that right now, if you both want me to." 

"I very much want you to," Janus assures him, at the same time Virgil lets out what Logan assumes is a slew of profanities behind his palms, before his hands slap against his thighs instead, his expression a mixture of fluster and resolution. 

"Fine," Virgil huffs, "he can keep the reflex. I just... I don't want it to hurt." 

"It doesn't hurt," Logan quells him, "it's an... odd feeling, and I suppose it would be unpleasant in any other scenario, but it's not unwelcome in this one. Especially if you want it, and if it'd serve as a compliment from me to you." 

Virgil glares at Janus as due to Logan's phrasing, but eventually repositions his hand in Logan's black hair, gently pushing him down once more. "Okay," he eventually says, before sighing and repeating "okay," in a much calmer tone, sounding almost... shy. 

This time when Logan's head descends, he moves slower as he's actively messing with his settings at the same time, until he's knocked his gag reflex down so much that he'll only gag when Virgil's cock reaches certain points in his throat, and not when it's only halfway inside. And with this alteration, he's able to swallow Virgil down deeper, but that doesn't mean he moves faster. In fact, this time Logan's careful to take his time and move his tongue to Virgil's frenulum, which he applies pressure to. He licks the thin, sensitive connecting tissue, and feels a spark of energy course through him at the moan Virgil lets out in response. 

And when Janus thrusts his fingers back into Logan, speeding up the movements of his digits slightly, Logan moans too. 

His own cock is hard between his legs, though it goes unnoticed by Virgil and Janus who are both preoccupied with Logan's respective holes. As Virgil enjoys Logan's mouth as he sucks on his cock, swallowing down each gush of precome that's milked out of him, Janus focuses on curling his fingers inside of Logan, seemingly desperate to try and find and rub against Logan's inner sac. 

Janus gets close to it once or twice, as Logan feels it jostled solely by Janus's fingers squirming within his hole, but when Janus actually hits it - his fingers angled slightly downward and pushing firmly - it's an entirely different and overwhelming sensation. 

It's jabbed rougher than Janus likely intends to, and as a result a bit of the semen-like substance kept in the sac is forced out, and Logan feels like he's having a minor, ruined orgasm. He whines at the feeling, and Janus isn't blind to the small puddle that's quickly soaking into the couch cushions. 

"It's there, isn't it?" Janus coos, immediately pressing his fingers into that area, making Logan whimper. Now that the compartment isn't completely full, the liquid inside of it is merely jostled, which is both an intensely pleasurable and torturous experience. It's like he's being quickly brought to the brink of an orgasm, where his cock threatens to burst with come at any moment, but a climax he's unfortunately not able to obtain just yet due to lack of consistent pleasure properly activating his release. "Do you like when my fingers thrust against it? Does it make you feel good?"

Logan's unsure of whether or not Janus wants him to answer, but considering Virgil's hand is planted on the back of his head keeping his head pressed down, Logan can guess the questions were rhetorical. Or at least, the answers were obvious. 

Virgil's cock presses deeper into Logan's mouth than it's been before, getting past halfway. It's when Logan's nearly one final bob away from the base that he gags again, but this time Virgil doesn't hurriedly pull him up and check on him. This time, Virgil moans, and tightens his grip in Logan's hair. And instead of Logan getting to lean back and breathe, Virgil's firmly pushing him down, until Logan's nose is pressed to Virgil's pelvis. 

Logan's throat constricts around Virgil's shaft, his tongue licking around Virgil's length in a rather inexperienced manner, but Virgil's moaning, which he interprets as a good thing. 

Meanwhile, Virgil and Janus make eye contact overtop Logan's body, which is trembling ever so slightly against their affectionate hands. 

"He's clenching around my fingers," Janus murmurs, as he slides his pointer and middle finger in and out of Logan, aiming directly for his semen compartment every time. "I want to play with his chest, but considering how fast he came yesterday, I doubt he can handle it." 

"I don't think I'll last much longer, either," Virgil breathlessly admits. "His mouth feels... good." 

"Aw," Janus purrs, "maybe the two of you will come at the same time!"  

Virgil hides his face in his shoulder at the possibility, but his other hand joins the first on Logan's head, keeping him pressed down despite the wet gags spilling from Logan's mouth. The choking, spluttering sounds he's making are mixed with noisy moans and whimpers directly related to Janus's hands as they work over his body. As Janus fingers his hole, he also teases Logan's breast, circling his areola with a teasing finger, and then squeezing Logan's entire breast. He never pays direct attention to Logan's nipple - not yet, at least - but simply groping the area is enough to have Logan's hips instinctively jerking forward desperately. More precome begins to drip from Logan's small cock, and Logan can feel his inner sac begin to constrict, moments away from fully compressing and bringing Logan to his incoming orgasm. 

Heat floods Virgil's own body as he guides Logan's mouth up and down the base of his cock, only ever letting Logan pull up halfway before Virgil's pushing him back down, shivering at every gag that comes from Logan's throat. Virgil's frenulum sends electricity through his body whenever Logan's tongue licks over it just right, which eventually has Virgil pulling Logan's head up to just the tip, where Logan seemingly takes the hint and begins to give the slit of Virgil's cock and his frenulum direct attention. His glasses have fallen halfway down his face, but he doesn't move to adjust them, just letting them sit near the end of his nose as he moans around Virgil's bellend. 

In Janus's mind, it's an amusing race to see who will break first: their new, sensitive robot, or his delightfully overwhelmed husband? 

He watches as Virgil raises one of his hands to his mouth and bites down hard on two of his fingers in an attempt to muffle a particularly loud noise, but right when he thinks Virgil may have their robot beat out in terms of "most sensitive," a glitchy cry is being ripped from Logan's throat. His body jolts with pleasure, with Janus feeling Logan's semen spurt against his hand as he messes with Logan's chest. 

Streaks soak into the cushions beneath him, while the rest splatters against his chubby stomach and chest, even managing to get a bit on Janus's sleeve. His irises are rapidly glitching around his eyes, with blue rectangles flashing everywhere in a wild manner. But his tongue keeps moving, and though Virgil pulls his hand from Logan's hair, Logan himself doesn't recoil. 

He seems focused on finishing the task assigned to him, licking and sucking sloppily through his own stuttering orgasm. 

"Logan," Virgil whines, and Logan's head tilts up slightly, but if he's looking at Virgil, Virgil's unable to tell thanks to Logan's unfocused eyes. Still, Logan's tongue rubs against Virgil's shaft nonstop, stimulating Virgil's frenulum until Virgil's gripping the couch hard and having a shuddering climax of his own. 

His head falls back with a loud moan as his hips buck off the couch, thrusting into Logan's mouth and earning one final gag from Logan's throat before Janus is reaching forward to forcibly pull Logan's head away, though both himself and Virgil utter a few choice words at the attractive sight of Logan's spit connecting to Virgil's cock in a thin, stringy line. 

Janus's hands have rescinded from Logan's body aside from the fingers holding his hair, but even those slip away eventually as Virgil collapses back against the arm of the couch, and Logan achingly sits up, alleviating some of the tension that'd been put on his arms. 

"What a pretty bot," Virgil shakily mumbles, as he struggles to catch his breath. "We really picked a good one, Janus." 

"I'm p-p-pleased to know I fit your needs," Logan stutters in response, as his eyes finally reform into solid blue circles. He folds his hands over top of each other, the top one rubbing the blue AllocationCorp logo on the knuckles underneath. His white pupils flick towards Virgil, before his gaze lowers, and lands on the couch he's sitting on. He stares for a second - as if trying to regulate himself, before suddenly he tries to stand. 

"Hey, hey, hey!" Janus scolds, grabbing Logan's forearm and pulling him back to the cushions before Logan's even made it a step away. Logan lands back on his rear, beside Janus. "Where do you think you're going? You need to rest!" 

"I do not require rest," Logan counters, before directing Janus's attention to the wet spots on the couch, darkened by his own artificial semen, and the bits of Virgil's come that had spilled past Logan's lips, "and there's a mess that needs cleaning. I doubt you want stains on your sofa, and it's my responsibility as a helperbot to identify tasks that need completed and complete them to the best of my ability. The task in this situation would be the couch, and completing it would be wiping down the couch. Or perhaps washing the cushion covers. Do your cushions have covers on them, or are they just solid pillows?"

Before Logan can lift one to check, Virgil's legs are swinging atop Logan's thighs, effectively keeping him sat. "The couch can wait," Virgil insists, stretching slightly over the arm of the couch. His back pops a few times, and Virgil groans with satisfaction, before nudging Logan with his toes. "Don't you need to... recalibrate or something?" 

"This was not a task extensive enough to warrant recalibration."

Janus snickers. "Ouch. Are you saying we weren't good enough?" 

Logan frowns immediately. "That's not what I'm insinuating at all! I'm merely trying to explain-" 

"He's messing with you," Virgil cuts in, rolling his eyes in a playfully annoyed manner. With one hand, Virgil tucks his limp cock back beneath the waistband of his pajama pants. "If you don't need a break, then at least wait with us while we take ours. Lounging around after an orgasm is one of the best parts of having sex." 

"The only reason you get to lounge around is because I'm typically the one in charge of running baths and fetching ointment," Janus teases. Virgil sticks his tongue out, and Janus does so back, flicking either side of his split tongue up and down individually, in a manner that has Logan fascinated. When he reaches for Janus's tongue, Janus immediately rescinds it back into his mouth, and grabs Logan's wrist just short of his lips. "Careful, now," Janus warns, "you'll fluster me." 

Logan blinks, and then pulls his hand away slowly. "I'm... sorry."

"Don't be." Janus leans forward to kiss the tip of Logan's nose, sending Logan a confusing amount of mixed messages that he struggles to make sense of. "I'm merely teasing you again." He leans back against the couch cushions, and lets his eyes flutter closed, enjoying the quiet morning sunlight as it streams through the cracks in their blinds, and Virgil's breathing as it steadily progresses back to normal. But while Virgil and Janus find it easy to relax, Logan has quite a bit of difficulty with it.

He sits rigidly upright, his eyes flickering between the damp sofa and the kitchen doorway, his mind repeating the two main chores he needs to eventually get done. 

Virgil eventually seems to notice his restlessness, and sits up slightly, his legs finally sliding out of Logan's lap. "Are you sure you're okay?" he questions, setting a gentle hand on Logan's shoulder. "We can... grab your clothes off the floor, if you're uncomfortable remaining naked and stuff." 

"That's not it," Logan quells him, "nor is it why I'm so antsy. I apologize if I'm disturbing your rest." 

"You're not disturbing anything," Virgil assures him, as Janus also sits up, lazily leaning against Logan's other arm, interested in the conversation playing out. "What's on your mind?" 

Though he's quiet for a moment, as he figures out how to convey his thoughts, Logan's eventually stating "I would just appreciate getting the morning's chores done and out of the way before I do any sort of lounging. I don't wish to inconvenience the two of you if you were to want to sit on the specific part of the couch that's currently wet, or use a certain dish that's currently soaking in the sink. I would be more useful as a helperbot if I actually did stuff to help make your mornings less stressful and more efficient." 

Both Janus and Virgil stare at him for a moment, and then stare at each other. Janus wears a look of soft consideration, while Virgil looks a mixture of tired and conflicted. 

"Do you want to clean right now?" Virgil eventually asks. 

Before Logan can reiterate that he doesn't have wants; he's a robot, Janus is squeezing his upper arm. "If you have the choice between sitting here with us, and doing the stuff you believe currently needs done, while ignoring mine and Virgil's personal preferences, what would you choose?" 

"I would choose the chores. I would like to help. It's my job as a helperbot." 

Janus smiles slightly, and pats Logan's thigh in a manner meant to be construed as praise. "Go on then," Janus urges him, "we'll still be here when you get back. And you can come cuddle when your chores are done." 

"Actually, while you're up, you might as well take the clothes Janus brought you to your room, too," Virgil then suggests. "You can also change into something to test if they fit... or you can stay naked." Virgil rubs the back of his neck, a flush on his face. "No pressure or anything, of course, but we don't mind. The blinds are closed, after all." 

"Naughty, naughty," Janus teases, and then Virgil and Janus argue playfully as Logan stands to get started. 

"I will return shortly," Logan promises, before taking the wet cushion with him to the kitchen, along with the bags of clothing he'd brought to the living room. He sets them against the wall as he chooses to prioritize dishes first and foremost... but his mind isn't on the chores themselves. It's focused on Virgil and Janus. His owners. The ones in complete control of his pleasure, who still actively chose to consider Logan's feelings about everything. Even though Logan has no feelings about anything. 

And similarly, Janus and Virgil cuddle close together, and think about Logan too, quieting down so they can listen to the dishes rinse in the kitchen, counting down the minutes until they can welcome Logan back onto the couch and ease him into the snuggling part of aftercare. They'd get him accustomed to it eventually, regardless of how many rounds of sex it'll take. And they're looking forward to it greatly.