Sex 2095 by A. Horniman
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The year 2095. The internet has developed way beyond what we know today. And so of course has online porn. The latest development is an animatronic sex suit, part of the virtual reality suite. "Seven levels of fantasy that seem so real, to get you off like you've never gotten off before!" Here's one man's story.
Carlos adjusted the suit. The soft leather felt good against his skin and great around his crotch. When was the last time he'd come? Three days? A week? He was hot and horny and ready to get off.
He re-read the instructions. Felt the prosthetic cock nudged against the lubricated entrance to his guts. Felt the living-elastic gently squeezing his nuts and sucking on his cock, the built-in nipple clamps sending soft pulses of electricity that lit up his whole body.
His cock was hard now, solid and oozing. He clicked the remocon [remote control] up a notch and the prosthetic slid into him.
"Oh yes," he moaned as the living plastic cock lengthened and stiffened in his guts.
Time to switch to automatic. He'd activated the safety function, set the fantasy to level 3, and the suit responded, tightening around him, squeezing his crotch. He checked the settings. Twenty minutes. Well-lubricated fuck with gentle electric stimulation.
The slip into virtual reality was seamless. He was no longer in his private sleep capsule. He was in the changing room at high school. The new coach was there. Ex football player and wrestler. Solid muscle with a froth of dark chest hair spilling over the top of his bulging t-shirt. The coach was massaging him. His strong fingers squeezing the tension out of his back and legs.
Carlos was aware that he was hard. He notices the coach's cock filling out in his shorts. The coach's hands rubbing his buttocks, the backs of his thighs.
The coach's voice: "Turn over,"
"I can't."
"Don't worry. It's normal to get hard. Do I turn you on?"
"Yes, coach."
"Good. 'Cos you turn me on too."
The coach gently flips him over. The kinaesthetic-spatial controls in the suit working in perfect synchronization with the fantasy being pulsed through the electrodes in the cap. And as the coach takes Carlos' cock out of his shorts and gently lowers his mouth onto it, his lips doing amazing things to the knob of Carlos' straining cock, the living elastic gently squeezing his cock and balls.
But this is just too vanilla. Carlos wants something more. He reaches up with his attention to the easy-access pull-down menu at the top of the visual field and increases the fantasy to level 4.
The two soldiers he met in the bar earlier have taken him up to their hotel room. The olfactory input has increased and he can smell the sweat and the powerful sexual pheromones from their muscular bodies.
"You gonna look after us?" the blond asks. We just got back from the front and when we saw the way you were looking at us we know you were up for some cock fun. Right?"
"That's right," Carlos replies.
"You top or bottom ?" the second soldier asks, squeezing the bulge in his combat trousers. Carlos had selected 'hung muscular negro' for the second soldier.
"Versatile," Carlos replies.
"Great," says soldier #2. "We both like to fuck and we both like to take cock."
Soon soldier #2 is sucking Carlos' cock while his ass is being groped by soldier #1. He feels his shorts being pulled off him and the prosthetic cock inside him thickens as soldier #1 slides into him and the fucking begins.
"Oh yes! Fuck me!" Carlos moans. Then: "Harder! Faster!" and the sucking and fucking increase in intensity and speed. Carlos writhing in sheer physical pleasure. But for some reason he can't come.
Try level 5. He accesses the pull-down menu and looks at the list of scenarios.
Rugby Player Orgy. Gladiator Gang Fuck. Teenage Drug Dealers. Viking Raid. Prison Rape.
and chooses Gladiator Gang Fuck.
"ACCESS DENIED."
"Shit!" Carlos thinks. "I've paid the full subscription and my credit is good. What's the problem?" He clicks on "Help," in the pull-down menu. The soldiers pull off him, dress and leave. Carlos is alone.
His balls are aching. He needs to come but he can't. Not even getting fucked and sucked by two horny soldiers. And dammit he can't access level 5.
There's a knock at the door.
"Yes, who is it?"
"You called maintenance," is the reply.
And a man comes in wearing overalls and carrying a bag of tools.
"What's the problem?" he asks.
Carlos looks at the man's muscular body, his masculine good looks and his animal-like ease of movement.
"Can't access level 5," Carlos says. "My subscription should be OK and I'm pretty sure my credit is good."
"Did you try the escape key?" the maintenance man asks.
"Yes, I did."
"How about the home button?"
"That didn't work either."
"Try Control Z," the maintenance man suggests rubbing his crotch. "Press it a few times and it should sort out the problem."
Carlos hits Control Z.
The maintenance man gets his cock out of his overalls. It's fat, uncircumcized and oozing precum. Carlos is on his knees licking the knob, as the maintenance man undoes his overalls, lets them drop and stands there with his shorts round his ankles. His thighs are massive. His chest is covered in soft black hair. His nipples are stiff and the smell of his crotch is ripe. The maintenance man starts fucking his face, as Carlos tries to accommodate his cock without choking.
Carlos hits Control Z again.
He's on a beach in Brazil. The sun is setting over the mountains. A Viking long boat is drawn up on the beach and a group of burly Viking warriors have landed. They're holding swords. They see Carlos and walk towards him groping their bulging crotches.
"This is totally crazy!" Carlos thinks . "Viking raiders on Copacabana beach?"
He hits Control Z.
He's on a subway train in New York. He's naked. No one notices him. Everyone just sits there reading their papers or fiddling with their cell phones.
What the hell is going on? Control Z!
It's a large room. There's a smell of incense. The room is dark. He can't see faces but he is aware of people there, they are masked maybe or hooded. He is lying naked on a table. No it's not a table, it's an altar. Hands touch him, rubbing scented oil on him, the oil has a dark musky scent. Orris root? Hands stroking his cock, squeezing his tits. He is hard, oozing. Please, I need to come. Please let me come! The shadow form of a naked priest is moving towards him. The priest is carrying something big and shiny. An enormous dildo? No it's not a dildo, it's a dagger with a carved handle! Carlos realises that he is going to be sacrificed to some god or other.
"Don't worry, this is only a virtual reality program," he tells himself.
"Are you sure?" he asks himself.
The priest strokes Carlos' crotch and raises the dagger.
Control Z!
Nothing.
Control Z!
"WARNING. VIRUS ALERT. This program is infected with the W128.DocBenway virus. Please close all programs and disinfect."
"So that's what it is!" Carlos thinks. "It's a fucking virus. I'm stuck in a virtual reality program that's infected by a virus. And I'm about to be sacrificed! What the!?"
Control Z!
Nothing. The priest is getting closer.
Escape! Escape!
Still nothing. The priest is holding the dagger over him.
Control Z!
Control Z!!!
And finally it works and he's back in the room with the maintenance man. Carlos breathes again.
"Did you try control Z?" the maintenance man asks him.
"Yes, I did," Carlos pants, "But there's a virus."
"Oh! I see," says the maintenance man, "Just a minute!"
"But I need to come!" Carlos says.
"You can come all you want in a minute but not just yet. Just let me check. I need to download and install the disinfect program."
"But how do I know you're real?" Carlos asks.
"If you want to try another reality, that's up to you but you'll be better off here for the moment don't you think?"
Carlos agrees. He'd still like to try the Gladiator Gang Fuck but he doesn't want to end back in that scene with the priest.
"All right!" says the maintenance man. "I see what happened. You slipped into a level 6 scenario by mistake. Heavy S&M stuff. Shit! And the safety function defaulted to the off position. You were damned lucky to get out of that."
"Couldn't I just suck you a bit and then maybe you can jack me off? I just need to come!" Carlos begs.
"All in good time. You're a nice guy and I'd be happy to get you off but we need to sort out the program first. Stop you slipping between all these realities. I'm just downloading the disinfect program now. It's really good stuff, shamanic. It'll clean out the false registry entries so you don't get trapped between worlds. Wanna give it a try?"
"I'm not sure..." Carlos says.
"It's your best chance pal. In fact it's your only chance at the moment."
"OK," Carlos says. "If you say so."
"Now you may find yourself in all sorts of situations. Just go through them and watch them pass. But whatever happens, don't let yourself come, otherwise you may find yourself stuck in that reality."
Carlos is staring open-mouthed.
"Then hopefully you should get back here OK afterwards and I'll get you off. Alright?"
"OK," Carlos nods.
And the maintenance man clicks the disinfect program.
Carlos is naked in the showers after a rugby match. A group of horny rugby players are washing the mud off each others bodies. The stink of male rut is strong. Carlos is the team mascot. Soapy hands run over his body. A fat finger enters his arse and starts poking around inside his guts.
The scene switches. He's in a dark stone cell. A group of gladiators are celebrating their wins. One holds a severed arm, one a severed head, another holds a mass of bloody tissue in his hand that could be severed genitals. These are their spoils from their fights in the arena. The floor is sticky with blood. Carlos is standing there. His job is to tend their wounds and wash and oil the bodies of these warriors. Their cocks are stiff with bloodlust.
The scene switches again. Carlos is lying face down to a bed. Half a dozen teenagers stand around him. Carlos owes them money and they're going to take the money in kind. His arse is theirs for the night. He sees their teenage cocks, some long, some pointed, some thick and clublike but all stiff and oozing precum. The smell of unwashed boy feet and teenage hormones fills the air. And over it all, the smell of weed.
Six horny teenage boys all high on weed. Each of them can probably come four or five times at least. That's about thirty times. Thirty loads of teenage spunk. Carlos feels the prosthetic cock in his arse start to pulse and push in anticipation ...
Another scene. On the sliproad to an autoroute in France. Carlos is hitchhiking. A truck stops. Carlos gets in. The man is a farmer's son in his late twenties, delivering beetroot to a wholesaler. Not particularly bright but sexy as fuck. As he drives, he's playing with himself through his baggy overalls. Carlos admires the tattoos on his arms. "I got them all over. Wanna see?" Carlos nods and the man stops the truck and removes his shirt. His body is muscled and tanned from working in the fields. "You can touch if you want..." the man says. "People like touching my tattoos." Carlos sees the bulge in the farmboy's crotch growing. "I got 'em on my legs as well. Let me show you." The farmboy has got thick strong legs with a dusting of dark hair. "Go on. I like it when people touch me." And the farmboy has got his hands been Carlos' legs, feeling his crotch. Carlos is stiff. A rough hand is wanking him.
(Don't let yourself come Carlos or you'll be stuck in this reality!!)
Carlos has an idea. "Let me suck you," he says and he's on his knees with the farmboy's cock in his mouth, caressing the knob with his lips. Sliding his mouth up and down the shaft. Working the man's cock. "Oh yeh!" the farmboy says. "That's good. You city boys sure know how to make a man's dick feel good!"
Switch again. Carlos is in a logging camp somewhere in Canada. He's sharing a bed with an older man, a lumberjack. The man is snuggled behind him. Pushing against him. He feels the man's balls squashed against his ass Feels the man's stiff cock prodding around between his thighs, searching for his hole. The man's arms are around him. The man's lips are on his neck, gently nuzzling. Carlos feels himself melt in the embrace of this powerful male. Mansmell plus wood, resin and leaves. The smell of sweat and forest that will always get him hard. The man pushes into him...
"Almost there!" Carlos hears the voice of the maintenance man just as a scene with orcs is taking form, huge green monsters with fangs, piercing red eyes, massive muscles and thick rampant cocks. Then just as suddenly, the scene fades. He's back in the room.
"Phew! Just in time!" Carlos says.
"And you didn't let yourself come. Good man!"
"It wasn't easy," Carlos says. "Those teenage boys, they almost did it for me. And that farmer's son. I had to stop him wanking me otherwise I would have blown my load."
"Right! So, we've deleted the virus, cleaned the registry and all we have to do is reboot the program. Ready?"
"Hang on a minute," Carlos says. "You said you'd get me off. What about it?"
"Alright but remember, if you come, you stay in this reality. That's the deal."
And Carlos looks at the maintenance man. Feels the warmth of his smile. Well there are certainly worse places to be. He's seen a few of them and no way would he want to go back to any of them.
"OK," Carlos says.
"I was hoping you'd say that," the maintenance man says and takes Carlos into a hug.
"Do you like fucking?" Carlos asks him.
"I like it all. Fucking, getting fucked. Haven't had a cock up me in a good while. Wanna give it a go? Spunk your load in my guts?"
And the maintenance man is groping Carlos' crotch, feels the stiffness of his cock, the softness of his balls.
"Hmmm. Nice!"
"What do I call you?" Carlos asks him.
"Call me John," the maintenance man replies.
"Is that your name?" Carlos asks.
"It'll do," the maintenance man replies. "Now let's get that cock of yours somewhere it can do some good."
And John pulls his overalls down presenting Carlos with his perfect meaty butt. Carlos is ready to fuck. More than ready. He aligns his cockhead with John's pucker. The feeling is soft and moist. He pushes, driving his cock through the resistance of the sphincter till he's balls deep in a welcoming arse.
"Oh yes. That's it," John says. "Fuck me man!"
And Carlos fucks. Running his hands over John's muscular body, his flanks, Luxuriating in the fur on his chest and belly. Wanking John as he drives his cock into the warmth of his ass, feeling the urge to come building in his balls. John moaning, pushing back at his every thrust. This feels so good, so real.
"Coming!" Carlos says. And with a grunt, he's unloading into John's bowels. How many days has it been? Three days? A week?
Pull out. Clean up.
"Right. You're here now," John says after they've come down from the sex high.
"But is this real?" Carlos asks.
John looks at him and smiles. "Real enough," he replies, putting a soft kiss on Carlos' mouth.
End
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