John had forced himself through the first several hours of playing the first of the games that he had to review. It was another 8-bit, side-scroller indie game that had splurged on the cover art and not much else. As with many indie games, it suffered from a poorly calibrated effort to reward ratio. Lots of the mechanics were standard. The mechanics that were novel were tedious. It was overall a grindy experience with a thin plot.

John had explained all this to Arya, as he settled back in for their game. He’d taken a few moments to insert his plug, at her request, but his curiosity for what their game would be kept the insertion fairly matter-of-fact.

He settled down again at his desk. She sat on the desk next to him with her legs crossed, offering him a view up her skirt of her pink and white striped panties. He blushed, and she winked.

“Okay, so what’s the game of yours? Or, game within a game?”

“You said this was boring and grindy, right? And, the issue there is that there’s not enough motivation or benefit for what you’re doing, right? Well, how about this. We make a sort of bingo list of things that you’re supposed to do for the game, and every time you defeat an enemy or open a box or whatever, I’ll turn on your plug for a couple of seconds. Does that seem motivating enough?”

“Oh yes. Very.”

John’s erection sat in his lap as he played the game, and true to Arya’s word, every time he accomplished one of the agreed-upon actions, the vibrator spun up for a moment. He was once again impressed that the black box’s video parsing was this good. His pondering of the non-porn applications of such technologies floated away when he killed the first enemy and the vibrator pulsed.

Every new mob of enemies was an opportunity for a wave of pleasure, every jumping puzzle a tantalizing tease as fall after fall meant a few minutes longer before his next pulse. Every stilted sentence of dialogue seemed laced with innuendo, and it was not long before John had worked up quite a bit of sweat and eagerness.

It was not a game that could be played one-handed, so he touched himself during loading screens and cut-scenes, while managing his inventory or selecting dialogue options. He took a few moments of extended self-care, but unless he was playing the game the vibrator would remain off, and that was sufficiently motivating to get his hands at the mouse and keyboard again.

Usually, the part of reviewing these games that took him the longest was actually forcing himself to keep playing them. Now, he found that time was flying and he was breezing through. He reached the first major boss of the game, which started with wave after wave of minor enemies.

Normally John would have been irritated at such a grindy and uninspired boss fight, but now he was floating on a wave of near-constant vibration. Even though he kept his eyes on the game, he could feel beads of pre-cum in his tip and on his thighs.

The first phase of the boss fight ended in a cut-scene and John hurriedly put his hand to his shaft, moaning and stroking and barely comprehending whatever overly complicated piece of lore the boss was monologuing about.

As the cut-scene ended, John’s hands weren’t yet back on the controls. His character nearly died before he snapped his hands back to the keyboard and narrowly recovered, health regenerating as his dick and balls throbbed. There was a dodging sequence, and then the game repeated the initial phase of waves of enemies.

The buzzing in his ass sent more pre-cum out of his tip and he whimpered, doing his best to dispatch the enemies. It was difficult.

“I— I think I’ve gotta p—” He almost said ‘pause’, but remembered what that would do to Arya, so instead he said, “Put this down for a second.”

“You could,” Arya said. “Buuuuut… if you defeat this boss right now, without dying… I’ll show you what it looks like for me to get fucked by a friendly tentacle monster.”

“Oh,” John said. “Oh. Okay, yeah. I’ll uh… do my best.” He nearly died, right there. How did she know? He remembered their game of Porn Tinder, and that must have been it. But, he dared not think of that that any more, lest he completely lose his capacity to play the game in front of him.

The mobs of enemies which he had so deliciously looked forward to became wonderful torture. As his ass buzzed and his dick throbbed, he struggled to keep his focus on dodging and slashing his way through the rest of the boss fight.

The dodging sequence that had previously been teasing agony was now welcome respite, giving him a moment to recover before the next wave of enemies set his butt and his head buzzing again.

After way too many phases, he was finally sure that he was on the last one, because another cut-scene started up. But he dare not touch himself, lest he be caught unawares by the end of the cut-scene and lose his prize. 

“What should I do when you kill the boss?” Arya said. “That’s killing an enemy… but like, a really big one.”

Johns fingers shook on the keyboard. “Mhm.”

“So I was thinking I’d, like… turn the vibe up really high.”

“Yeah that uh… that sounds, um, really good.”

The cut-scene ended, dumping John back into the fight (surprise, another phase!), and he found that he had never been more motivated to finish a boss fight in his life. Miraculously, he found his focus. It helped that the final part was a dodging and timing sequence, so there were no other pulses of the vibrator to distract him. He kept his rhythm, dodged every attack, and used the special item once, twice, and finally a third time.

The boss’s hit point bar when to zero. Another bar did not appear behind it. The 8-bit figure did not undergo a transformation sequence. It turned grey and drooped, the same animation that played whenever anything in the game was properly dead.

As a fancier cut-scene started playing, the vibrator whirred to life.

“Fuck!” John stroked himself, fast and hard, gasping at the relief, yearning for release and not daring to take his time in case Arya decided to stop the pulse.

The cut-scene played, depicting the slow collapse of the mechanical boss in luxurious detail. As a billowing explosion filled the screen, John painted the floor under his desk with his orgasm.

The most incredible thing about the device was that, because it could sense his actual orgasm, it stepped down the vibration perfectly as his climax faded, not a moment too soon or too late, letting him off gently into blissy contentment.

His character in the game appeared back at their starting village, and John saved his progress and quit. He heaved a happy sigh. “Wow. That’s the most fun I’ve had playing a shitty game in… ever.”

Arya smiled at him. “Tentacle time?”

“Heh, haha. Not yet. I’m gonna need some time to recover. And…” he eyed the mess under his desk. “Clean up. I should buy a mop so I stop wasting paper towels. Any chance there’s a mop in that box?” He pointed a thumb over his shoulder at the black box on the table that still held a couple of unopened parcels.

Arya laughed and shook her head. “No, you’re on your own for that one.”