Ran-182-A yawned as his regen cycle ended. The doors of his metal cylinder slid noiselessly into their
housings, and he stepped out to begin his day's work.
 
First, he did a quick check of his Owner's house to ensure that no one was home. Under the terms of his
ownership, should anyone be in the house and tagged as a guest in the house computer, he was
required to offer them food, a beverage, sex, or anything else that seemed situationally appropriate.
 
On the other hand, intruders were to be detained and the authorities contacted.
 
But no-one was in the house, so he tapped the bio-comm on his temple and stared at nothing while the
house comp dumped his to-do list to a memory node. The list crawled across his retinas, visible only to
him.
 
Although the Owners tended to prioritize the list, he (like many other domestic bioroids) rarely bothered
to follow that prioritization except as a general guideline. After all, Owners tended not to list more things
than they could reasonably accomplish in a day themselves, and 'roids were far and away more efficient
than any normal human.
 
Cleaning the house, for instance, was a simple matter of moving from room to room and restoring them
to their preferred state. He began in young Master James' room, since he happened to be standing
there, and worked his way systematically through the rest of the sizable house. A normal human might
have taken half the day. Ran-182-A took 3.2 hours to do nearly everything, including both loads of
laundry and all the exterior windows.
 
Task accomplished, with the noted exception of the laundry, Ran moved on to outdoor maintenance.
The swimming pool cleaned, the lawn was due a trim, and the gravel paths that ran the four acres of
property were fastidiously raked and smoothed.
 
Ran moved back inside and rinsed off in his pod. He took the time to scarf down a nutrition cube, before
preparing Master's James' and Oren's after-school snacks. He switched on the viewglass in the kitchen
and indulged in one of his few guilty pleasures as he did so: Sing Along with Kathy.
 
Ran-182-A had been with the Owners nearly 15 years. He'd been a wedding present to them, and had
served as a primary caretaker for Master James for several years. It was during that time that he'd
discovered, and become addicted to, the simple children's program. Though Master James frequently
joked that his continued enjoyment of the simplistic program was a sign of his less than human mind,
Ran-182-A disagreed.
 
He'd attempted to explain on multiple occasions that the use of visual and aural cues, a combination of
complex fractals and evolving phoneme structures, while designed to help teach small children as
rapidly as possible and augment their cognitive functions, was a shockingly advanced entertainment for
those capable of processing it on multiple levels.
 
He'd forwarded the argument of combating mental deterioration, by using the program to re-teach
himself complex thinking every day.
 
But in the end, it was a guilty pleasure. While all his arguments for its usefulness and complexity were
quite true, he enjoyed the program because he liked to sing. He liked the bright primary colors, the
saccharine joy, and the simplistic teaching chants. He liked the illusion of being the child he was made to
resemble.
 
He was halfway through the second verse of "Mary Had A Little Proton" when Master James walked in,
laughing. "Seriously, Ranny?"
 
Ran-182-A turned and enfolded his young master in a hug. "Welcome home, Master James. I have
prepared cookies and milk. How was your day?"
 
As Master James launched into a complex monologue about the various social interactions he'd
observed, been informed of, or participated in, Ran turned the volume down, splitting his attention
between the show and his Master.
 
Master Oren came in and received a hug and a kiss on the forehead, before claiming a plate of cookies
and joining his older brother at the table. Ran suppressed a smile when Oren rolled his eyes and
mouthed "blah, blah, blah" while pointing at his brother, before pulling out the visual novel he was in the
middle of and losing himself in it. Ran noted with some surprise that it was an adaptation of "Wuthering
Heights" and sent a memo to the house comp to check for more classic adaptations.
 
As James story wound down, Ran pointedly looked at the clock. "You need to do your homework,
Master James."
 
Master James sighed theatrically, and gave Ran what he had been informed were known as "puppy-dog
eyes."
 
"Pleeeeaaase help me with my algebra? Please, Ran?"
 
Ran sighed inwardly. Although he was equipped to act as a tutor up to the postgraduate level in most
subjects, Master James idea of "helping" was more in line with "cheating by trying to get the 'roid to do it
for him."
 
"Very well, Master James. However, the agreement stands: if, and only if, you can make it through the
entire lesson without attempting to subvert me into doing your homework, I will service you orally."
 
Master James nodded enthusiastically, and shot up to his room.
 
~~~~~
 
Two frustrating hours later, Master James had finally grasped the simple concept that his teacher had
assigned. He'd also, for once, successfully made it through the whole thing without asking for a
demonstration that just happened to be the problem they were working on.
 
Ran-182-A grinned at Master James' smug smile, and dropped to his knees. The boy unfastened his
pants, and produced his small cock, which Ran eagerly sucked into his mouth.
 
This was another of his guilty pleasures. Bioroids were exempt from all legal statutes regarding sexual
intercourse, specifically because they were designed to perform these functions. Should a person be
raped by a non-damaged 'roid, the Owner was held accountable, not the 'roid.
 
In the rare instance a 'roid malfunctioned, they were put through a battery of tests to determine whether
they had gained sentience. If they had, they were freed and held accountable for their actions from that
day forward. If they had not, they were repaired, and returned to their owner.
 
The result of all of which was that Ran-182-A should not enjoy pleasuring his young masters more than
he enjoyed pleasuring his adult owners. But he did.
 
Master James eyes rolled back as Ran's skillful mouth worked at him. Ran felt a surge of satisfaction as
the boy's hands fisted in the 'roid's hair, holding his head still so the boy could hump his face.
 
The door behind them opened and Master Oren entered the room. Ran moved to his hands and knees,
an invitation Master Oren happily took him up on.
 
The younger master palmed the invisible control surface on Ran's back, and recited his access code.
Bio-luminescent cells outlined the control interface on Ran's back, and the boy set his anus for maximum
pleasure, minimum dilation, and switched on his self-lubrication systems.
 
Ran groaned as the young master slid into him, and sighed happily as the boys fucked him from both
ends. His internal clock informed him that tonight was a full dinner service, and that he probably needed
to wrap this up, but he couldn't bring himself to end the pleasure so soon.
 
Master James was the first to shoot, body stiffening, and crying out "Ranny! Gods, Ranny, I...I...I'm
coming!" The sound of his name on his young master's lips sent a bolt of warmth through the 'roid to join
the pulse of warm liquid shooting down his throat.
 
When he was sure his brother had finished, Master Oren flipped the 'roid over onto his back, and kissed
him passionately as he pounded his way to his own orgasm. Master Oren had always preferred to "make
out" while climaxing, and the considerate boy always let his brother finish first to ensure that his
preferences didn't interfere with Master James' climax.
 
Ran-182-A carefully disengaged himself, and spent a few moments recuperating with his masters before
heading down to the kitchen to prepare dinner. Master Oren followed him, a mildly troubled look on his
face.
 
As Ran-182-A swiftly tossed a salad together, he accessed his memories, and noted a pattern. After
engaging in sexual activity, Master Oren often became withdrawn and quiet.
 
"Master Oren? What is troubling you?"
 
The boy jumped. "Uh...what?"
 
The 'roid put the completed salad into the fridge, and began preparing a crumb stuffing. "You are often
quiet after I pleasure you. I wish to know if you are alright."
 
Master Oren blushed. "I'm ok, Ranny. Just...thinking."
 
"About what, if I may inquire?"
 
"Uhhh...Ranny, I think...I think I may be gay..."
 
Ran-182-A accessed his cultural data-banks, and promptly disregarded the meaning "joyous." He
blinked.
 
"I see. You believe yourself to be solely attracted to members of your own gender?"
 
Master Oren nodded.
 
Ran frowned. "Why is this cause for concern? Master James frequently engages in sexual activity with
his friends."
 
Tears welled up in the boy's eyes. "My teacher was saying today t-that people h-had g-g-gotten ov-ver
l-l-liking just wuh-one g-g-gender c-c-cause it was out-d-d-dated and f-f-foolish an-an-an-and..."
 
Ran-182-A stared at the boy open mouthed, before pulling him into a hug as he dissolved into tears. As
he held his young master, his mouth set in a grim line. He dispatched a memo to his regen chamber to
wake him early, and a second memo to his adult Owners informing them that he had a priority family
issue to deal with tomorrow, and would be unable to complete a full schedule of work.
 
He was going to find this teacher and have a very unpleasant conversation with her for making his
Master cry.
 
When Master Oren finally cried himself out, Ran took him by the chin and kissed him gently on the lips.
He then lifted the boy's face so their eyes met, twin rainbows staring into seas of blue.
 
"Never, ever let an adult tell you that it is wrong to be who you are. There is a place for everyone in this
world, Master Oren, and no-one can be better than anyone else simply because they are different.
Understood?"
 
Master Oren nodded.
 
Ran smiled. "Good. Now help me finish getting ready for dinner, please."
 
Ran-182-A lay back on the table and began coating himself with marinade as Master Oren gigglingly
worked handfuls of stuffing into his anal cavity. He grunted and shuddered as the rough crumbs scraped
against him internally, but being prepared as food was another of his functions, and his cock was hard
was from the discomfort.
 
Soon enough he was oiled, but Master Oren was having fun fisting him, so he turned his attention to
chopping the fresh vegetables that would go into the oven with him. By the time he'd finished, Master
Oren had worked the entire bowl of stuffing into him, and he slid off the table with a slight squeak as the
bread crumbs shifted inside him.
 
"Master James! I'm nearly prepared, please come down here for a moment."
 
When both of his young masters stood before him, he kissed them goodnight, triggered the house
monitoring system to keep them out of trouble while he cooked, and admonished James to finish the rest
of his homework in the hour before his parents came home.
 
Master James ran off, probably to test the monitor system. If it wasn't specifically set to prevent him from
playing holo-games when he should be doing his homework, his homework would suffer.
 
Master Oren leaned up and captured another kiss. "I love it when you get to cook yourself, Ranny. See
you later, on my platter!"
 
Ran-182-A laughed at the familiar little couplet, and responded, "Eat my feet, they are such a treat!"
 
The boy stood back as Ran climbed into the oven and closed the door. He settled into the pan he'd filled
with sides, and mentally instructed the oven to run to 400 until he was cooked through. He set the
auto-baster to keep him moist, and lay back to relax.
 
As the heat rose up around him, he ran through his pre-set shutdown cycle, preparing to upload his
consciousness to the databank where it was stored until his tank regenerated him. He knew bioroids that
immediately uploaded, citing the efficiency of beginning regen sooner, and the extra mental work they
got done within their storage banks while waiting for their bodies to regen.
 
But frankly, he didn't get to be food as often as he'd like, and he planned to enjoy it for as long as
possible.
 
His skin tightened under the marinade, and he moaned softly as he began rhythmically clenching his ass
around the rough scratching of the stuffing inside him. Although 'roids weren't designed with the ability to
come, he pleasured himself to several orgasms before his internal warnings flared to red, indicating the
need to upload before data loss occurred.
 
He triggered the upload at the height of one final orgasm, spiraling away from his doomed body on a
wave of sensation.
 
~~~~~
 
He monitored the family's meal from within the system, a sense of satisfaction filling him as they
complimented his flavor and the recipe he'd chosen.
 
Just before he cycled down for the night, he manifested in the glass panel on Master Oren's side table.
 
The boy smiled sleepily, and blew the image a kiss. Ran-182-A sang him a lullaby until his young master
drifted off to sleep.
 
The 'roid consciousness locked down the house, activated the security alarms, cycled into the buffer of
his regen chamber, and shut down to await integration.