Louis's Self-Love 7
Story by TikTikKobold on SoFurry
Louis discovers the joys of toys.
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The first setting is a low, sustained humming. It buzzes, reverberating through its rubbery silicone casing and stimulating the warm flesh surrounding it. It is a simple process that had been perfected early on in the development of motors, as simple as the flick of a switch to turn on a lightbulb.
But as simple and ubiquitous as it is, this is man's first truly enlightening moment of technology.
Louis falls to his knees and elbows, gritting his teeth, his glasses falling down onto his nose. "H… ha.. aah…” Those soft breaths escape his throat, parting gently from his lips. The man who considered himself an academic, a man of science, was not experiencing some aspects of biology he had only ever dreamed about.
There is the feeling of having something shoved up his ass, and then there is the sensation of the sustained buzzing. His cock is harder than he had ever thought it could be, and he reaches down, stroking around the head, so spongy, so engorged, so sensitive.
"O… oh boy…!" he groans, his hand upon the remote. There are so many more settings. Could their control of the bulbous and ribbed thing be any more incredible than his current feeling coursing through him? Had he hit his prostate with something buried into him?
He presses the button.
The second setting is quite similar to the first but more intense this time. It makes the first one seem like nothing. It thrums deeper into him, sending a sustained buzz of delight throughout his lower body. It's different than what he would have expected. Admittedly, such things he had only experienced vicariously through the consumption of hentai and pornography, but to feel it here and now within him, it is more personal, more sustained, like a massage he enjoys getting with his haircuts.
What if he went further?
He presses the button.
The buzz is much more intense, going off at a sustained pace, but it is so loud that he can't help but worry that others will hear him. His breaths come out in loud huffs, sweat beading on his brow. "Ha… ha… ho fuck…" he smiles, licking his lips. It's good, but it's so samey.
There has to be more to it, right? If only he could emulate that in-and-out motion of actual, honest-to-goodness sex. What is the secret of that delight that generations have enjoyed? He touches his cock, but pulls away. If he indulges too much in that ring-choked dick, he knows that the time that he has to enjoy himself will be at an end.
Best to continue to explore the anal possibilities. There are so many other settings for this device.
He presses the button.
Instead of the actual natural motions of a cock slamming into his busy, the device now pulses, a strong buzz followed by low intensity. HUMhumHUMhumHUMhum constantly inside him.
His forehead presses to the towel on the floor, his mouth open, his breath quick, matching the pace. "Ah... Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah.!
He rocks his hips, imagining now the sensations of what it would be like to be under someone so relentless, buzzing at his p-spot for sure. But no one possessing a penis would have such a textured length. No one would be able to keep up with the mechanical movement.
How the hell did humanity not die out to the robot revolution already? It's only a matter of time, and he realizes it here and now.
No, they won't destroy humanity—they will trap them in a cycle of their own delight until every human finds themselves overstimulated and given their every single want and need to be met, and only when their final breath comes will they finally go extinct!
He presses the button.
This time, it's a long and low hum, followed by the pounding sensation of before, seemingly random, though there must be a motion to it.
This is the one he wants to stay on.
He rolls onto his back, arms resting on his tummy, legs lifted, spread wide. The buzz goes, and then the hum, the buzz, and the hum.
Maybe humanity is still a viable option for delight? This mechanical action is only part of the situation. There's something that requires a human touch as well. He slides his fingers down along his pelvis, over that freshly shaved mound, and slips to that cock ring.
After all, it was he who put himself into this contraption.
He slips his fingers up along his shaft.
It was he who pressed the button to get the stimulation going.
He grips the pole firmly in his hand.
And it is he who decides to follow the pace of his device.
He follows the pace of the device.
Up, down, up, down, hold. Up, down, up, down, hold.
He lifts his hips, closing his eyes, letting go of the remote, and swirling his fingers over his nipples.
He keeps up the action, little delightful gasps escaping his chest, his lips becoming higher in pitch, sounding more girly, more submissive. More breedable.
Oh, if only he could have someone without the repercussions of life. If he could meet someone in some unknown hotel room. Open his ass to them, allow his cock to penetrate them as well if they were into that.
His mind flashes momentarily to the application and those who contacted him. All those strangers who wanted to fuck him.
“A… aaaangh…!”
He's cum plenty of times before. Many of them just these past few days. But the warm explosion of jizz that shoots up and lands on his stomach, forming a tremendous pearly pool on his pelvis, is the greatest glob of orgasm he's ever had. And it's so powerful that his ass clenches and unclenches, losing all control, until his vibrator pops out, holding onto him only by the cock ring. He falls flat onto the ground as the thing continues to buzz, the only thing moving in the post-orgasmic glow.