"What? You like that?" Gavin smirked at the camera above his monitor as he gripped his cock harder and bit his lip. He leaned back a little further, resting on his knees and jutting his hips out to give those plastic fucks a good view of his dripping tip. A human would probably complain about the low lighting in his room, but androids could play with the brightness in their heads, so it never bothered them. The thought of them overloading their circuits while watching him was enough to tear a small whine from his lips. They liked it when he was vocal, but he wouldn't give them too much. Not yet. That wasn't how the game went. Looking at the chat, he saw various agreements, many of them demanding more. "Yeah, I bet you like that, phcking plastics!" He'd bet money some of them were getting off to it. He released his cock, letting it sway and twitch for the camera as he stroked his way up his abs to tweak and twist his hard nipples. They were pert and pink as he drew back and ran his thumbs over them, gasping a little at the tingles shooting through his pelvis.

Unfortunately, his audience couldn't actually see the expression of ecstasy on his face. He was clever. As an android exclusive streaming service, there were certain security measures in place for those using it. Gavin was wearing a special face mask that was linked to his computer. It only covered his eyes, but it was designed to blur his whole face while on camera. His microphone had similar security measures, distorting the pitch and tone to mask his identity. Many streamers didn't bother with such security, believing they would get more attention with their true faces on display, and they were probably right. However, as a working detective, Gavin couldn't afford to put his real identity out there, especially not when he was playing the role of an AAL brat.

That was his act. He called it an act, but in reality, it was a watered-down version of how he really felt. He couldn't stand androids. Never could. Especially not that tall, built, dark-haired, silver-eyed fucker he'd been lumped with at work. Since the moment he'd arrived in the precinct, Gavin's life had been turned upside down. Unlike Connor, the softer RK800 who knew well enough to stay out of his way, the RK900 wouldn't leave him alone. Every morning he was there, sitting at his desk, ready to follow him around, nagging from start to finish. He'd be lucky if he could even get away for a smoke break. The fucker had figured out his hiding spot and cornered him in it, repeating the usual spiel about how bad smoking was for human lungs.

Gavin returned one hand to his cock, stroking his thumb around the dripping tip as he remembered their last encounter. The towering fucker had stepped right into his personal space, backing him up against the wall as he took his wrist and moved the cigarette away from his lips. He'd been too stunned to breathe at first, mortified as his cock twitched at the intensity of that silvery stare. It didn't help that his lips looked so soft, and his cheeks had those little dimples with all those freckles and beauty marks. He'd barked out a harsh order for him to back up, which had been summarily ignored since the fucker was deviant. The damned coffeemaker had gone on to lecture him about how he wasn't simply a machine made to take orders. Gavin almost felt bad as he recalled how he'd yelled that's exactly what he was. An android made to obey humans. The RK900, who called himself Richard, had almost looked hurt, though that was quickly covered up by a rigid scowl.

Gavin blinked his eyes open, looking at the chat to find various complaints that he was daydreaming. That was fair. He really should focus more on the viewers. He shuffled a little closer, pumping himself a few times and giving them a good view of his pink glans. They loved getting a close-up view of his cock. It drove them crazy when he got hard for them. The fun hadn't even started yet. This was a warmup, a prelude to what was to come. The sense of power was what had originally drawn him to cam work. At the precinct, he couldn't get his frustrations out. He'd be fired if he came to blows with another android staff member. Hell, Richard could have him fired. Why he didn't was a mystery. Richard...His cock twitched as he remembered the sensation of the large hand gripping his upper arm, stopping him from storming off halfway through an argument.

"Phck, look at you! I bet your circuits are melting over the view. How does it feel? Getting all hot and bothered over a human? You act like you're so phcking superior, but one look at this and you're no better than the rest of us!" Gavin turned, giving the camera a full view of his bare ass. The chat sped up, and he didn't even bother to read it. He didn't need to. The ass was their favourite part. "Yeah, you like that, don't you?" He smirked as he circled a hand on the plush flesh and bent over, shuddering as he imagined all the android eyes watching as he swatted the soft flesh with a clap. They probably weren't even using computer screens. He was directly in their heads. They could be watching as if they were in the room with him, preconstructing him in their cyber brains and actively fucking him. He bit his lip at the thought, knowing his cheeks were flushed as he looked over his shoulder with needy eyes. Unfortunately, all he had was his hand and his camera. For now.

When he'd first started the channel, he hadn't really expected to get any viewers. Who the hell wanted to watch a human jack off while spitting abuse and acting like a jerk? They couldn't even see his face or hear his real voice. Strangely enough, that seemed to add something to it for them. It made him anonymous. The sort of person they could watch while imagining he was someone else. They got off on it as much as he did. They fuelled each other. He hurled slurs and abuse at them early in the stream, and by the end they had him on his knees begging. By the time they let him finish, which they always did, they both got what they wanted. As close as I can get to it, anyway.

Looking over his shoulder, he grabbed his ass with one hand and pulled himself open, giving them a view of his tight, wrinkled hole. He'd been worried about it the first few times. He wasn't a gorilla or anything like that, but there was a little hair down there. That seemed to add to the experience for his android viewers. They didn't have body hair, at least, not unruly or in places not meant to be seen. Even the Traci models didn't have hair around their assholes. It wasn't what human clients wanted to see. He felt his ring twitch at the thought that his was exactly what androids wanted to see. Pink and soft and human. He reached for a tube of lube with his free hand and coated two fingers.

"You toasters wouldn't be able to find a prostate without a phcking map, so I'd better loosen up now and save myself the disappointment." It was the usual nonsense he spurted at this point. Insulting, demeaning, acting like he was so much better. They all knew he'd change his tune later, once they actually got control. The thought made his cock twitch as he pressed his wet fingers against his tight ring and circled slowly. "Yeah, you like that! Like the sight of my filled hole, huh?" He took a steady breath as he pushed inside, just the way they liked it. Checking the camera, he felt his skin heat as he watched his fingers go deeper. He shuffled a little lower on the bed and lowered himself to one arm, widening his thighs and slowly fingering himself for the camera. "Phck!" Letting out a shameless moan, he rocked his hips, pulling and thrusting his fingers while ignoring his weeping cock.

While the chat was busy watching his ass, Gavin reached across for the small, wired egg he'd washed earlier. It was one of the chat's favourite toys. One that made him quite a bit of money. All the electrical toys he used on stream were specially built to integrate with the chat. Donating would give them access for a single action. The more money they spent, the more actions they could do. This egg would let them choose from multiple vibration patterns and speeds for set amounts of time. They could build him up and keep him on edge for hours, and he wasn't allowed to do anything about it. That was another condition. They could pay him to do various things. Grip the headboard, wear a cock ring, stop himself from coming, wear handcuffs, wear bondage harnesses, touch himself. All sorts of shit.

It had been humiliating at first. Gavin Reed taking orders from a fucking android? He had enough of that shit at work! After the first time though, coming after being held on the edge for three hours, he'd felt exhilarated. The praise he'd received from the chat afterwards left him feeling unexpectedly touched and appreciated. Most shocking were all the extra donations after he'd finished ordering him to drink water, eat food, and clean up. One had even made him wrap himself in a fleece blanket they'd noticed slung over his wardrobe door. This bunch of anonymous androids treated him better than half the humans he'd ever been with!

"Ready for the fun to start?" he teased as he held up the egg and watched the chat speed up in response. Of course, they were ready. The wireless integration was their favourite part. He wouldn't admit it out loud, but it was his favourite part, too. He could give up control and just let things happen for a while. All he had to do was skim the chat and whine as he did as they said. "You're so pathetic, getting hard over a human! Useless plastics. Bet you can't even get me off with this." They both knew it was a lie. He knew alright. They'd made him come more times than he could count, including the stream two days ago.

It had been a surprise stream, brought on by frustration at work. Specifically, his no-good android partner, Richard. The fucker had almost broken his wrist! The chat had noticed the bandage and support right away. Of course they had. They'd also enjoyed the story about how his android co-worker had put him in his place. Many had told him he'd enjoyed it. His ass twitched around his fingers at the thought that they were right. There was a sinful thrill in getting Richard riled up, especially when it made him get physical. He stroked himself and moaned as he remembered the feeling of Richard's long fingers curling around his wrist, the spark in his silvery eyes as he'd twisted hard enough to send him to his knees. He'd felt bad afterwards, of course, probably worried he'd run to Fowler and get him in trouble. Fat chance! No way would he admit weakness like that, and besides, Richard always kept his shitty behaviour secret. Tit for tat and all that.

Put it in already! Chat was getting impatient. Gavin smirked as he popped the lube and smothered the egg. He was about to put it in when one of his regular subs tuned in. He hated the fact his stomach did an odd little flip at the sight. Nines. It was one of the more recognisable names in his chat. Many androids rightly assumed he wouldn't put the effort into memorising an eleven-digit number, so a lot of them just used their serial numbers.

Good evening, DG.

"Well-well-well, look what the cat dragged in. What? You couldn't find a real human to bend over for you, Nines? Had to drag your plastic ass back here?" Nines had turned into somewhat of a regular over the past two months. He must have subbed to his channel from the start, because whenever he had a stream, Nines tuned in. It amazed him he had the time. I guess he could be tuning it at work...It wasn't like anyone would know with an android. A lot of them didn't even have the right hardware for it. Does Richard have the right hardware? He almost cringed. That wasn't something he wanted to think about right when he was about to shove an egg in his ass.

Why would I need another human when I already have you on your knees? It looks like I arrived just in time. The donation alert went off with the order for him to put the egg in. Try not to come right away. Gavin scoffed at Nines' teasing. He'd never come just from inserting a toy, especially not when he had such a special treat lined up for later. The anticipation was almost killing him, but he had to get warmed up first, and it didn't hurt to rake in a few donations.

"Pfft! You wish! As if I'd come over a useless Roomba like you!" They both knew he was talking shit now.

We'll see. Gavin bit his lip over the mixture of flirtation and threat in those words. Seeing the chat getting impatient, Gavin finally raised his ass again and started pressing the egg against his stretched entrance. Despite the stretching, the egg was still a little snug at the widest part. He took a breath, closing his eyes with a small whine as he pushed it in. Get it good and deep, DG. Phck, yes Sir! He held back from saying it out loud. They were nowhere near that territory yet. A gasp of surprise escaped at the first buzz. It was just a short, low pulse, a sort of test to make sure it was ready.

"Alright, plastics, what do you want today? Any requests?" Quite a few had ideas, but only one was prepared to donate so early. His stomach swirled as Nines' next order appeared.

Put on your collar like a good human. Gavin scowled a little at the wording, but a donation was a donation. He leaned over the edge of the bed to the pile of open boxes he kept scattered around. Toys and items he usually needed during a stream. He yelped in surprise, almost falling as the egg buzzed long and hard. Bent over as he was, it even brushed his prostate, making his cock twitch with interest. Hearing the yelp turn into a moan, another donation quickly followed, making him grip the sheets so he didn't topple off.

"Is that all you've got?" he scoffed as he pushed himself up, holding the collar. "Useless phcking androids!" Another buzz went off as he knelt facing the camera and raised the leather to his throat. It was softer this time, making him hum low in his throat, eyes lidding as he fastened the collar. It was good and snug, but not too tight. Just how he liked it. "Is this what you wanted? Bet you wish you were here to pull on it, too!" he teased as he tugged the silver loop. The collar was one of his favourite accessories. Buffalo leather with a soft lining and a Celtic heart on the front, specially made for human use. It was forest green to bring out the colour of his eyes, which were a dirty mixture of grey and green with hazel flecks.

You have no idea how much. Nines' response made a pit in his stomach open. He didn't have a clue what he sounded like, but he started imagining it was Richard's voice. He'd been surprised when he'd first met him. Looking so much like Connor, he'd expected his voice to match, but where Connor's was soft like trickling caramel, Richard's was deep and smooth like silk. Phck, Richard! Green eyes widened as he realised what he was doing, skin heating with shame. You're a pretty picture on your knees, DG. You'd look even better with a cock in your mouth. Gavin's cock twitched at the thought, and he moaned as the plug buzzed again, making him squirm. Hazy eyes looked at the screen as a new donation ordered him to rub and tease his nipples.

"Bet you'd like that, wouldn't you? Shoving your fake dick down a human throat!" He moaned again, pleasure swelling in his stomach at the thought of it. Nines might not even have an attachment. Hell, he didn't even know if Richard and Connor had them. He'd sparred with Richard before, and he was pretty sure he'd seen a bit of a bulge, but he couldn't be sure. Richard was pretty tall, about a head taller than him. If his cock matched his body, that would be quite a generous package. He whined as the egg buzzed again, still pinching and teasing his nipples as he imagined dropping to his knees with Richard's large fingers in his hair.

Don't pretend you wouldn't be happy to receive it, DG. Gavin cursed under his breath as he looked away. He hated that Nines could see through him so easily. A stronger buzz filled his passage, though the egg was mercifully far from his prostate. It still had him squirming as he returned his gaze to the camera. I bet you're imagining it right now, aren't you? How your throat would stretch around it so perfectly, milking it like the human slut you are. Gavin scoffed, almost snarling at the camera as the egg buzzed again.

"You wish, you plastic freak!" He could imagine Richard's voice chuckling at the objection.

You have an attachment somewhere. Put your mouth to good use. The fucker donated the order! Gavin glared as he bent over the edge of the bed and grabbed a realistic-looking silicone dildo. As soon as he bent down, the egg buzzed, sending it careening into his prostate. Sparks shot across his skin as he pushed himself up, mewling mournfully as the buzzing stopped. He was getting a little shaky now, and the chat noticed as he was ordered to lie back with his legs open and give them a show. Gavin wasn't one to disappoint. He propped his pillows up and sat back, holding the rubbery base and licking up and down slowly as he watched the camera. Phck, watch me! Good human. A long buzz went off with the praise, making him moan softly as his tongue continued to lap and swirl the rubbery head.

Gavin squirmed, still licking as a new series of buzzes went off, making his neglected cock twitch and weep with need. He could almost feel his balls swelling, eyeing the camera lazily as he started up a series of shallow bobs, moaning around the girth as the egg hummed in his passage. He couldn't help the way his hips rocked, ass lifting off the sheets as he loudly sucked the silicone cock. His cheeks flushed as he looked at the chat to see himself being compared to a baby with a pacifier, many congratulating Nines on a job well done. The indignant heat fled his chest with the next buzz, replacing it with a wanton whine that probably would have been Nines' name if his mouth wasn't so full.

Take it all the way, DG. I want to see it in your throat. Gavin moaned, green eyes fluttering as he did just that and got a long buzz of reward. The fake balls pressed against his stubbled chin, and the cup touched his nose as he pushed it all the way down and raised his head, almost showing off the fullness in his throat. He moaned around it as he started thrusting, sucking like it was a real cock. Green eyes fluttered shut, imagining the look on Richard's face as he gazed up at him, the glittering need in those silvery eyes as he used his throat like a sleeve. He pulled off with a choked gasp, spluttering as the pulse in his ass almost made him come. He reached down and gripped himself hard, a signal for the chat to stop.

"Phck, you're eager today," Gavin panted as he calmed a little and got to his knees. He huffed at the various compliments in the chat that blamed him for being so irresistible. He doubted they'd say that if they could see his scarred-up face. It was surprising his body was so well received in some ways. He'd been on the force for almost two decades, so he'd gotten his fair share of wounds. There was a bullet wound in his shoulder, and another just below and to the left of his navel. On his back, almost between his shoulder blades, was another, and there was one in his right thigh. There were also longer scars crisscrossing his skin. A slice down his left pecs near the centre of his chest, a stab in his abdomen, a slash on his left side, a few more up his arms. Then there were the smaller nicks on his face, many of which were covered by his neatly trimmed stubble.

At first, he'd expected to be ridiculed and shunned, but his android viewers loved them. Androids couldn't scar, so permanent markings on humans were considered exotic and alluring. Many had said they wanted to lick and stroke them. He hated the fact that actually sounded pretty nice. Such scars had often made his human partners recoil, and he'd been asked to turn over more than once, so they didn't have to see so many while they fucked him. Would Richard ask me to turn over? He cursed himself as he realised he was doing it again. Shaking his head, he got back to the stream.

"Alright Roombas, look what I got for you today." Leaning over the edge of the bed, he grabbed a white box from the floor. It was a new sex toy, only just released. He let out a low moan at the sight as he pulled it from the box. A new sex machine, one of the best on the market, and specifically designed for android interfacing. "It has a thrust setting, so you guys can really pound my ass, though I doubt any of you plastics know how to please a human." It was a fruitless claim. They all knew that by the finale of the show they'd have him desperate and begging, crying about how much he wanted their android cocks and how he was a slut, secretly longing to be fucked by a real android.

What else can it do? Gavin put the machine on the bed and leaned down to plug it in, giving them a fine view of his ass. His cheeks were glistening with extra lubricant from earlier, when they'd watched him kneeling with his ass to the camera fingering himself and pushing the egg inside.

"I'm glad you asked. It has, like, ten different speeds." He clicked the remote to show them. The machine looked like a heavy bowling ball with a short metal pole and delicately crafted silicone cock attachment. Gavin didn't do things small, either. The attachment he was using was just over nine inches long. As he pressed the button, the cock started jerking back and forth with a smooth motion, which became more frantic and jerky with each press of the button. "It also has a prostate massage setting." With another click, the top third of the toy started rotating in small circles. "And about a dozen different vibration settings." There were the usual fast and slow, some with alternative fast and slow buzzes, others that mixed long and short bursts, and one that was a constant hum from slow to fast.

I'd like to see you cuffed and strapped to this thing! Gavin snorted before leaning over and dangling a set of handcuffs on one finger. Real handcuffs. Standard issue on the police force. It wasn't exactly professional, but it wasn't like the cuffs had any identifying markers that would give him away.

"I can't exactly strap myself to this thing, but I could wear the cuffs if you want." There was a massive stream of agreement, and many offers to be the one to come over and help strap him down. Gavin closed his eyes for a moment as he imagined Richard leaning over his back to purr that in his ear. His cock throbbed at the thought, something forlorn filling his chest as he opened his eyes and found himself alone. "Alright, let me lube up this bad boy and connect it to the chat," he said as he shook off the feeling. "Hey! Wait for me to get on the damned thing first, jeez!" Someone had already donated to set off the thrusting motion.

Gavin rolled his eyes as the chat impatiently told him to get on with it, eager to try out their new toy. Chat was always eager for new things, and he was pretty sure he'd have his ass full for the next two hours as they had their fill. His cock twitched at the thought. Despite their impatience, his viewers did understand that he couldn't simply climb on straight away. His ass was already full, and the silicone attachment was rubbery and dry.

"Guess I'll have to be on my knees for this...You want a front or back view?" Nines immediately requested a rear view, as did most of the chat. "Phck, you plastics are pathetic. Is this what you want? This soft little ass right here? Androids don't compare, right? Too hard and rubbery." There was some truth in that for many models. They were designed to be firm and sturdy, with little need of a real ass. From what he'd seen of his partner, Richard was firm and sturdy, with little softness. Gavin turned his back and slowly positioned himself so the camera had a clear view.

Oh, fuck! Look at that! The chat was indeed looking as he pulled his cheeks apart with one hand and reached for the dangling wire. He moaned, giving a sinful smirk as he pulled. Stop teasing and take it out! Gavin paused as he felt the base of the egg against his ring, pulling and twisting with a low moan. The chat sped up as he continued to tease, turning a little to the side so they could see him tweaking his nipples.

"I could do this all night, probably get more satisfaction, too." He finally relented, pulling the egg out and tossing it on the bed. The next thing to do was lube up the attachment, pumping and stroking like he was giving it a hand job. With that done, and chat still complaining, he lined himself up and slowly sank down on the glistening attachment. The way it stretched his ass was divine, especially as he held his cheeks open to let them see. No sooner had he seated himself than the thrusting motion started. "Is that all you've got? How pathetic! Phcking useless plastics! I could get more stimulation with my hand!" He was suitably cocky, considering how close they were to the start of the evening.

He started rocking on his knees, riding the attachment as it buzzed and thrust in his passage. His moans grew louder, hips squirming and rocking in time with the device. Nines sent a single donation to swirl the prostate massager, making Gavin's mouth fall open in shock and his spine arch with a jerk of surprise, thighs quivering. His skin had heated, flushing a healthy shade of pink, and his skin glistened in the low light of his bedroom. Oh-phck-phck! Maybe this had been a mistake. He moaned helplessly as the attachment buzzed and thrust, rolling his hips to keep up.

You look like you're enjoying that, DG. Gavin couldn't even work up an answer through the helpless mewls. None of his other toys even came close. I'm flattered you chose an attachment so much like my own. Guess I know where he got the name Nines from now. Gavin closed his eyes again, following the order as he was asked to turn the machine to the side so they could see him properly. He was a little conscious of the scar on his side, but it was nothing they hadn't seen before. Looking down, he could see his cock weeping as it stood proud, jerking as the machine thrust again. His thighs trembled as he struggled to hold himself up.

"Holy-phcking-" He scrambled off the machine as his phone went off. He was sure he'd put it on silent. He always put it on silent. His heart hammered in his chest as he looked at the caller. Phck! Richard! He denied the call, skin flushed as he turned off the volume. What the fuck did he want? It was his night off, and he wasn't on call. He never streamed when he was on call. He sent a snarky reply to say as much before turning his phone off completely, cringing at all the laughing going on in chat.

Did you see how fast he grabbed for it?

Look at those balls swing!

Like a couple of wrecking balls!

He looked so shocked I thought his cock would shrivel!

Is that fucking Nyan Cat?

OMG! It is! My human showed me the video once!

Isn't that a little old?

Humans live for nostalgia.

It's Nyan Cat! It's what they call a classic.

"Phck, sorry guys, wrong number." Most of them seemed to buy it as he tossed his phone on the bed and returned with a worn sigh. Richard had just taken about ten years off his life with that call. Could have been worse...I could have answered it.

Are you sure it was a wrong number and not something more important? He huffed a sigh as Nines called him out.

"No. Now let's carry on with the show." The rest of the chat was, mercifully, on his side. "Jeez! Will you phcking wait!" The cock had already started thrusting before his ass was even close to it. He stayed on his knees this time, holding his weight on his forearms as the silicone cock finally sank into his ass. A low groan escaped at the new angle, thighs twitching as it rubbed all the right places. Chat knew it, too. He turned his head with a whine as the thrusts became slower and less frequent, keeping him worked up. A shudder ran through him as the prostate massager went off, making his cock drip on the sheets. "Ph-phck! More! P-please!"

If you want more, you have to work for it, DG. Gavin didn't even think before nodding. Tell me what you want. Phck, Nines! He was such a fucking tease. He knew what he wanted. The cock in his ass rubbed back and forth with small jolts, almost coaxing him to speak with the promise of pleasure.

"Phck, I want your cock! I want you to come and fuck me so bad right now!" He covered his mouth with one hand as the confession slipped out. Hopefully, chat would take it as his usual banter. There was a sudden onslaught of thrusts that almost had him careening over the edge before stopping as suddenly as they'd started, leaving him trembling and desperate. Gavin whined as he turned his head to look at the screen, seeing a new notification come through.

Do you really want me to fuck you, DG? Honestly, he wasn't sure there was anything else in the world he wanted more at that moment. He was trembling and desperate, rapidly heading towards overstimulation with all the rubbing and stroking going on. Say it.

"Phck, yes! Phck, I want you to fuck me!" There was something freeing about finally saying it out loud, like a knot of tension loosened. That wasn't the only thing that loosened as a fresh barrage of thrusts started. His whole body pulsed with pleasure. He was so fucking close! "Please-please-please-" A pathetic whine slipped out as the machine stilled. "Please-please Sir, please let me come!" That was usually enough to spark someone into action. He whined as a new donation came through.

Say my name when you come. Gavin's skin heated at the demand. This wasn't the first time he'd received such requests, and it likely wouldn't be the last. I want to hear you begging like the pathetic animal you are. Beg for my cock when you come. Gavin didn't have time to process as the machine went from zero to a hundred. The thrusting was strong and fast, buzzing at full strength, and the massager was whirring against his spot in a constant barrage of teasing strokes. Gavin moaned helplessly, his whole body quivering as he was worked towards the edge.

"N-Nines." The word slipped out as barely more than a murmur at first until the whole machine slowed, keeping him from the final promised ecstasy.

I didn't quite catch that.

"Ph-phck! Nines! Nines-please! Your cock-I-want-it-please!" The machine leapt into action one last time to finally make him spill. Gavin didn't think he'd ever come so hard in his life. There was a rush of wanton desire and freedom that came with screaming Nines' name at the top of his voice while coming on his own chest and thighs.

Good human. Gavin balked at the praise, feeling jittery and vulnerable as the machine slowed to a stop. His limbs were still weak and quivering as he climbed off and fell to one side, taking a short break as he panted for breath. Other streamers would probably log off at this point, but there were always a few viewers who stayed for the comedown. Nines was one of them, and as usual, his was the first donation. Drink some water. Gavin whined softly, not ready to move yet, but knowing he'd pass out if he didn't. He kept a bottle of water by his bed, along with a small stock of fruit and snacks. Leaning down, he snagged the bottle and rolled onto his back, taking a few final breaths before pushing himself up and heading to his desk, careless of his limp cock swaying between his legs.

Take five minutes to clean up in the bathroom and come back in your robe. It wasn't Nines this time, but it was a good idea. Cracking the bottle open, he chugged the first third before stumbling his way to the bathroom and turning on the shower. A lot of his chat would leave, and many left as soon as he finished, but he knew some would still be there when he got back. He didn't waste time as he removed his collar and mask. It took barely three minutes to soap up and rinse off, thoroughly spraying to make sure all the lube was gone. After towelling off, and feeling a lot better, he returned his streaming mask and pulled on his fluffy grey bathrobe, the one with the cat eared hood that Tina had bought him about a year ago.

Put up the hood! Put up the hood! He snorted at the latest donation, obediently flopping the hood over his dripping hair and smirking as he flopped in his seat and chugged more water.

"Can't believe you Roombas have a cat fetish!" Was there nothing humanity hadn't tainted with its kinks?

Cat boy fetish!

"Oh, yeah, sure, that makes it much better." He grinned as the chat went on to defend itself from his judgement, pointing out his own android fetish. Gavin was a little too quick to deny it as he hurriedly chugged the rest of the bottle.

You need to eat something. Do you have a banana? Gavin frowned at the latest donation and looked at his pile of fruit and snacks. He did have a banana, though there was no way the chat would be able to see that. He groaned as he dragged himself out of his chair to grab that and the small pile of snacks he had. Chocolate, a granola bar, and a few dry biscuits. Returning to his seat, he peeled the banana, snorting at the chat's suggestion that he could deep-throat it. Eat nicely. Gavin smirked, opening his mouth and slotting the first half down his throat before pulling back and taking a small bite.

"I always eat nicely," he teased as he chewed, which amused the few viewers remaining. "Well, show's over folks. I'm just chilling here for a while before bed. Some of us have work tomorrow," he added as he opened his email to check for messages. Shit, that reminds me! He hurried back to the bed to find his phone and see if Richard had messaged back.

Where do you work? It wasn't the first time someone had asked, and it wouldn't be the last.

"None of your business, plastic ass." He wasn't sure, but he had the feeling he'd get fired if Fowler ever found out about this little side gig. It wouldn't exactly look good for the precinct, even if he wasn't selling himself as an android hating brat. The chat let out a series of boos at his refusal to share, though he was sure they understood. The more he gave out, the more likely it was that they'd be able to find him. He didn't expect all of them to creep on him, but he wouldn't put it past them. There were creeps and weirdos in every group.

I bet he's a cop, or in the army! Look at those scars!

"Hey, no speculation in chat!" There were more boos as he turned on his phone, opening the message from Richard as soon as it arrived.

My apologies. I simply wanted to ask if you would arrive an hour earlier for our shift tomorrow. Mrs Clemont is willing to come in for an interview but is only available at eleven thirty. If we arrive at eleven, it will give us time to set up. Gavin sighed softly as he read the message, feeling slightly bad for his earlier snippy message. If he hadn't been mid-stream with a cock in his ass, he wouldn't have been so mad about the call. Forgetting he was still live, he pulled his knees up and leaned his chin on them, staring at the screen as he wondered whether he should send a small apology. Phck, it's not like me to apologise...

Something on your mind? His head jerked up at the donation notification. Nines had been trying to get his attention.

"No, just...work stuff." That was evasive enough to get a few question marks, encouraging him to speak further. "I was a bit of a jerk to a co-worker earlier, but you know...I'm not a nice guy." He dropped his phone on the desk with a sigh, deciding to ignore it. Looking at the viewer list, he found that Nines was the only one left. With the tap of a button, he put up his sign-off screen. Nines could still hear him, but it would let any potential viewers know he was about to sign out for the night.

You have the potential to be. Gavin frowned at that. This random ass android didn't even know him. How the fuck could he draw that conclusion? It's obvious to all of us you don't mean half the things you say. He buried his chin in the robe at that, unused to being called out.

"What makes you think that?"

If you truly hated androids, you wouldn't degrade yourself by taking our orders, or moan my name so beautifully. Gavin scoffed. That was all part of his act. He came on the stream and played games for money. It was the same way he went to work and played nice with the android staff there. Sure, he didn't shoulder check Connor in the hall anymore, or yell at the PC200s, and so what if he'd held the door for the secretary the other day? She just happened to get there at the same time as he did. Sorry is an extremely versatile word, and it can smooth over many misunderstandings. It also means a lot to those who hear it.

"You don't say." The sarcasm was clear in his tone as he rolled his eyes, but he had to admit, this was nice. It was rare for him to stay this long after a stream, and although Nines was usually the last to leave, he didn't really talk to him like this. "Phck, that new toy really did a number on me." He could feel the ache in his ass already, and he was dog tired as he leaned back and opened a granola bar.

I would happily come over to apply some ointment for you.

"Ha-ha, nice try." It would be crazy and dangerous to give his address to a random android, even if he did seem like a relatively normal guy. He had no idea what model he was, or his history. "Thanks for coming on tonight, Nines. Chat wouldn't be the same without you." Since his arrival, Nines had become a favourite of his, and not just because of all the money. He liked his humour and attitude, the way he'd bite back and deal with his snark.

It was my pleasure, as always. Gavin shoved the granola bar in his mouth, trying to ignore the flutters in his stomach. He didn't even know the guy! He blinked as a final donation came through. Get some sleep. Gavin huffed as he finished his mouthful.

"Sir yes Sir. Good night, Nines." Gavin got to his feet and stretched, ready to shut down the stream and pull his mask off.

Good night, DG. See you tomorrow. Gavin frowned as he read that final message. He never said he'd go live tomorrow. It wasn't even one of his streaming days. Guess he mixed the days up...Logging out, Gavin tugged the mask from his eyes and shut down his computer before sitting back and twisting his chair from side to side. Richard's message stared back at him, waiting for a response. He knew he'd read it. It was marked beside the message. Sorry is a versatile word, huh?

Sure, sounds good. That was all he needed to say. He could send that, and it would all be good. Biting his lip, he leaned forward in his chair and hunched over, feeling a little more secure as he continued typing. Sorry for being a jerk earlier. I was in the middle of something. He hit send before he could change his mind and went to brush his teeth. It was no big deal. Richard probably wouldn't even respond. Gavin probably wouldn't have checked his phone again if he didn't have to plug it in, but when he did, Richard had replied.

Understood. Thank you, Gavin. See you tomorrow.