Hecatonchires’ exploration
Briareos is discovering one of the many advantages that come with more limbs
Kinktober Day 4: Sounding
Hecatonchires’ exploration
Briareos is discovering one of the many advantages that come with more limbs
Kinktober Day 4: Sounding
“Hrmphh! This is- Fuck!”
“Intense. Nothing like that you can experience with a biological body, isn’t it right?”
Another hiss followed, artificial, with the white noise peppering here and there due to the output’s unstable nature. Even then, the internal synthesizer worked well in voicing his thoughts at the moment.
What he wanted to say when the rod slipped inside.
Up and down. Up and down… Surely enough, it shouldn’t be felt as such. But Briareos was experiencing the sensation as his systems were plugged into the remote control system in that tiny dungeon.
He’d been suggested that place: it catered to androids and cyborgs alike. And as a Hecatonchire model, he was the prime subject for today’s experiment. One experiment that was quickly degenerating due to his own desires… And what his partner had in mind.
“Right… Give me a moment to breathe. Pinion.”
“Suit yourself.”
A sigh, and Briareos’ partner pulled the sounding rod out. Even then, the Cyborg had to recover his bearings for a second.
He had to take a moment to breathe and recenter himself. The remote control was still active, but he was not experiencing pain. His body was not hurt, and his artificial cock was not hurt. The air brushing the internal sensors was a constant nudge, but one Briareos crammed at the back of his mind as he reclined on the operating chair.
The pile of cables was connected to his spine, his nape, his shoulders, all sorts of connectors that ran from him to a computer… Itself associated to the experiment.
Then, his partner turned. The Human, despite his artificial right arm and leg, smiled. His disheveled look was somehow fierce, with a red bandana over his bald head, smoky glasses, a long beard, and a golden tooth amidst the yellowing teeth.
That man could have been a crazy junker that Briareos would have thought the same. But no, his partner was but a crazy bastard. He was someone recommended for his expertise in biology, neurology, and artificial intelligence. All mixed with a hint of kinkiness. The extravagant man strutted around wearing a leather daddy’s attire: black chaps, a black leather harness, and a jockstrap he often stroked.
A look he completed when he took a puff from a cigar before handing it to Briareos.
“Back together?”
“As much as I can,” said Briareos, taking a puff and feeling the slight burn in his lungs. Then, he handed the cigar back to his partner, who took it… Smiled and reached for the next toy.
That one was a replica of a human penis, though bigger than what most people possessed.
It was… big. Massive even. It was not at a forearm level, but it approached it. Then the Leather Daddy squeezed it.
Instantly, Briareos sensed it as the whole remote control was activated. Then, the fake organ began to throb and pulse, a mini engine pumping the lymph-like liquid inside. All so the heat and sensations were similar to a normal cock.
A cock the Human stroked for a second, pulling on the synthskin serving as foreskin, before said cock was presented to Briareos’ face.
“Would you give the attention it deserves?”
Briareos chuckled internally, cutting the feed for a second as he opened his mouth. The recently installed tongue extended forward, the papillae burning with all sorts of hormones, pheromones, and aromatics he was capable of feeling on the tongue’s surface.
Then, he had the raw touch of synthskin, similar to plastic in many ways, brushing his tongue.
A raw taste that remained when his tongue ascended along the fake organ, up to the urethra that gaped obscenely. And then, he prodded it with his tongue.
The result that ensued was a silent hiss coming from his synthesizer as he felt the warmth from the urethra; the fake precum flavored, to approach human precum without managing it; and his own urethra being prodded.
It wasn’t his own. His own cock was still erect and well located between his legs, secured and certainly dripping with the same mix and the same flavor.
However, his brain received the message ‘one of his cock’ had its urethra kissed that way. And so, the primitive brain understood the message as it was the cock between his legs. The same cock that was untouched and yet drippy; not the one he was French kissing, licking, and stretching from within.
Then, even as kinky as it was, Briareos withdrew. His lips parted first, then his tongue. The urethra he saw was gaped and dripping with fluids. The cock continued to throb, more when that Leather Daddy inserted his finger inside and wiggled it.
Briareos hissed, his right hand firmly gripping the armchair, while the Leather Daddy chuckled and inserted the finger deeper.
“Your synchronization level is impressive. Usually, it takes two or three sessions before people feel it as hard as you,” said the Human.
“I’m built… Different.”
“Certainly. Shall we?” asked the Human, continuously wiggling the finger inside and then pulling it out from the fake cock with a loud pop.
Briareos shuddered at the vision. Not only from the fear. But the excitement as he gripped his own cock with his other hand. It was different from the one the Leather Daddy played with: cut, with a bulbous end, rather stubby but quite impressive nonetheless. And snug in hand.
“Please. Fuck me up,” said Briareos, his antennas moving with a faint click.
And by fucking him up, it meant for the Leather Daddy to grab one of the rods. One of the biggest he’d got, and to slip it inside the fake toy’s urethra. The slew of sensors inside was impressive, making that toy one of the most overpriced dildos on the market. But those sensors were perfect as Briareos felt the slight burn of that ‘cock’, his ‘phantom cock’, being stretched from within.
Then, as the rod slipped down the cock, inside the base, it hit a wall. A wall Briareos experienced as a hit, a shock, an ecstatic pleasure from getting his artificial prostate deliciously sounded.
He was seeing stars, he was smiling. And yet, he was not cumming. His cock was dripping like crazy in his hand as he stroked it, sending two contradictory information up his brain. But it was not enough to get him going as he watched that Leather Daddy start a back and forth with the rod, slipping it in and out and… Therefore, teasing Briareos’ groin in a novel and remote way.
The Cyborg’s legs trembled and quivered with old reflexes he did not deactivate. His hand on the armchair was like a vice grip, while the one on his cock was delicate.
Amidst all this, his synthesizer sputtered white noise as it was turned off and on again, solely to give off Briareos’ conflicting pleasure.
On one side, he was masturbating. On the other hand, he was getting his cock stretched. The sensual feedback, as well as the dissociation from one’s body, would be enough to drive most people crazy. They were not in their body but a collection of bodies that was stretched as far as the connections could be.
But Briareos took it with ease. No, he relished that experience as he finally groaned and moaned.
“Keep going.”
“I knew you’d want it.”
The Leather Daddy grabbed a remote from a nearby table. A moment later, Briareos felt the shots of something, many things, being connected to his nervous system beyond that one extra cock.
Then, as the Leather Daddy dropped the fake toy, although it still had the rod inside, he approached another table. Briareos’ chair turned, connected so he could see the long line of sex toys and toys. Of dildos prepared in contraptions that were about to massage, squeeze, shocks, or even prod those cocks with sounding rods that were, for some, as thick as a fist.
A shudder came through Briareos’ primal brain for a second. And then, his antennas moved.
“Go on. Put two first,” said Briareos, instantly to feel the first two cocks’ sensors come to life… Instantly for him to fuck a fake pussy while having his nuts hit by electroshocks and his urethra teased by a ribbed sounding rod.
All… While he was still stroking himself, enjoying what were now three different feedbacks. Three sources of pleasure. Moreover, he deactivated his pain center the moment the ribbed sounding rod went inside.
His antennas were disconnected, as were his legs, his nose, and his tongue. Remained, his hand firmly stroking. And his three cocks as one being teased, tortured, massaged, and given the attention they deserved.
The feedback was brutal, intense, abusive, invasive, even. But in return, Briareos’ brain shot back with chemicals that made him high, satisfied, happy… Cumming. Cumming that fake cum all over his hand as his voice synthesizer sputtered more white noise from the numbing orgasm.
Then, his hand stopped. His voice was turned off for a second, his breathing raspy and wheezing… Enough to get the Leather Daddy’s attention.
“Enough for you?”
The voice synthesizer turned on for a second, without any words to come out. And then.
“Not in the slightest. Give me three more.”