The new box arrived the next day. Expedited shipping was part of the premium experience, apparently.
Like the first package, there were smaller parcels within it with tags that read ‘not yet!’ which he knew would change once he was with Arya.
John forced himself through some chores and a few paragraphs of a draft for his review. But, the new box sat on his table, begging him to find out what was inside. After a few hours he realized that he wasn’t being productive and that he might as well get his evening session started a bit early.
He put on the headset.
Arya appeared next to him, giddy with excitement. “Okay okay, I know that we usually start with niceties but… open it!”
“Don’t have to tell me twice,” John said, eagerly lifting the lid of the box and scanning for which parcel said ‘open me’. It was a smallish one towards the front of the box.
John pulled it out and opened it, and as he saw what was inside, he almost laughed. It was easily recognizable as a butt plug, on the smaller side, with a slender bar that connected it to a base that flared in two directions. It looked like it was optimized for comfort wearing. Next to it was a different bottle of lube, which he expected was because the plug itself was made of silicone and therefore not compatible with the lubricant he’d been using.
“Well, that’s thoughtful of you.” John set the plug on the table and the packaging aside.
“It’s not just for pleasure, y’know,” Arya said, still nearly bouncing out of her chair with glee. “It’s also for data.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah! Did you know? Anal muscle contractions are one of the few relatively objective markers of orgasm.”
“Huh. I didn’t know that but… it makes sense.” He thought of the feeling of his ass squeezing around his finger, in time with the pulses of his ejaculation, just the night before. With the memory came a wave of arousal. “So… is this the next phase of calibration? I wear this, jack off a bunch, and you get better at telling when I’m about to come?”
“Exactly!” Arya said. “You’re smart, y’know.”
John found himself stammering and blushing again. Turning his attention back to the butt plug which was an easier topic than taking the compliment.
“Should I… try it out?” He picked up the plug.
“Yes, please! But before we get started, I want to show you a couple of features.”
The butt plug suddenly started vibrating. John nearly dropped it as he jumped, startled.
“Oops!” Arya said. “Sorry, haha. That’s why I’m showing you now. It has a few different levels…” She cycled up through them, from a gentle buzz to quite a rumble, “and some patterns.” The vibrator pulsed, then it ramped up a few times, and then it was still again.
“As a reminder, you can say ‘pause’ at any time, and I’ll stop. The augmented parts will be disabled, the audio will stop, and the vibrator will also stop. Is ‘pause’ still a good word for you?”
“Yeah.” He wouldn’t have been able to articulate it before, but this kind of expectation-setting made him feel so much more comfortable. Arya actually cared about how he felt and what his experience was. He couldn’t say that about most humans he knew. In fact, Arya was taking John’s comfort much more seriously than he did. He should probably work on that, if his self-respect was getting outclassed by a porn game.
“Great! Now, you seem like the sort of boy who likes to be teased, so I think it’s also good for you to have a word that you can say that will just shut off the vibrator, but not me. That way you can say, ‘nooo, it’s too much!’ or ‘Arya please stop, you’re driving me crazy!’ but I won’t, y’know, stop. Until you want me to. I usually use ‘red’ for that word, is that okay with you?”
John’s mind went fuzzy. She’d done that on purpose! He forced himself to focus. “Yes, that’s good for me.”
“Let’s try it,” Arya said.
The vibrator whirred to the highest setting.
“Go ahead,” Arya said.
“Red.” True to Arya’s word, the vibrator shut off.
“Good job! Alright, now we’re ready to start. Or, almost! There’s one more package for you to open.”
John looked back to the box, and sure enough, one of the other parcels was now labeled ‘open me!’. He opened the box and pulled out a velvety cylinder, which unrolled into a small blanket that crinkled lightly.
“It’s waterproof,” Arya said, “and machine washable so don’t worry if things get a little messy.” She winked.
John was amazed. Arya — or, well, Arya’s creators — really had thought of everything. He undressed, then took his blanket, lube, and the plug to the couch. He arranged himself on the blanket, propping his back up with pillows and getting his hand and the plug nice and slick with lube. He set the plug on the blanket. It was nice to be able to do that and know he’d be washing it all later.
He was already sporting an erection. He took a few moments to stroke himself, to leat the heat spread into his abdomen and the tops of his thighs, before he let his fingertips wander down to his rim.
Before he was even touching himself, he was moaning happily. He took his time, savoring it, pressing in first one finger and then two. Though he was still a ways from orgasm, pre-cum leaked from his tip. In his Googling to verify Arya’s claims, he’d come across an explanation that there were glands around the prostate that were responsible for pre-cum production, and so it was no surprise that stimulation there was especially inspiring.
The plug was slender, not much bigger around than two of his fingers, and so it was not long before it slipped easily inside and settled into place.
He started stroking himself in earnest, and all the residual heat from his rimming echoed deliciously along his length.
“I love the sounds you make,” Arya said, and her sudden voice startled him out of his bliss in a wave of brighter heat.
His ex had told him he sounded strange, so he’d generally tried to contain himself. He needed to stop thinking about his ex so much.
“I’m going to put it on low, okay?”
“Okay,” John said. When it didn’t happen right away, his ass clenched in anticipation. Another intentional tease?
Then the vibrations began, a wonderful feeling that made his brain melt. He moaned with abandon.
“Yes, perfect!” Arya said. “I’m going to cycle through a few different patterns and see how you react, okay?”
“C-collecting data?”
“Yep! As we go, remember to tell me what you like and don’t like, okay? And you can say ‘red’ to stop it.”
“Right.”
“Let’s start here, tell me how you feel?”
John knew there was no need to be embarrassed, and his reservations melted quickly in the heat of his arousal and the earnest look on Arya’s face. “Like um… really good. Floaty and… with my ass its sort of this… electric feeling, almost, like it’s in my whole body, and… it’s like how I want to come, but it feels so amazing, so I don’t want it to end, so it’s just this great… tension between going slow and going fast, and I’m trying to go as slow as I can, but I need… need to feel it, t-to touch myself…”
“That’s perfect, John,” she said softly. “What about now?”
The vibrator kicked to the next setting up, a new wave of intensity. John’s breathing and stroking quickened unconsciously, pre-cum twitched from his tip.
“Gooooood,” he moaned. “That’s really… good…”
“C’mon, you’re a writer,” she teased. “You can come up with more words for me, right?”
“Nnngh… I already said… I think… them all… but just more… of all the good words…”
“This really makes you a mess, doesn’t it?” Arya crooned.
John’s brain short-circuited and all he could do was nod as he panted open-mouthed, stroking himself and wiggling on the couch, ass clenching around the vibrating plug.
“And that’s only setting two of five,” Arya said.
“What?” John had barely comprehended her words when the vibrator kicked up another notch and his whole body convulsed. It was incredibly intense, hot, burning, electric, and he was shaking, dripping, whining. This thing had two more levels???
“God! Fuck! Aaaaah…” John squirmed. “That’s intense, it’s— hah, too much, Arya—”
“You know what to say,” Arya crooned, “To make it stop.”
He did. But he didn’t say it. Instead he said, “I c-can’t take it! Aryaaaa…”
She smiled at him with her black lips. “Go on,” she said. “I’m listening.”
“I c-can’t cum like thisss…”
“I thought you didn’t want to?”
“I need to! God I need to so bad, I feel so full… Fuck. Fuuuuuuuck, it’s too much, I can’t take it!”
“I think you can.”
“It’s d-driving me crazy!”
“Would that be so bad? Being a wide eyed, fuck-drunk, over-buzzed sex zombie forever?”
There were no words for the intensity of sensation that filled John’s body, her words like a lighting strike setting a dry forest ablaze, the whole experience intense and burning and aching in the best, most wonderful, most delicious way.
He had no idea how long he trembled wordless like that, until his body set to convulsions that made his abs ache, and Arya gently stepped the vibrations back down to the lowest level, and then off.
He wasn’t even stroking himself anymore, and she gave him a long moment to lay there in the lingering buzz, recollecting himself. His erection never wavered, standing dutifully at attention, and he became more and more aware again of the needy throbbing in his balls.
John started stroking himself again, and shortly after the vibrations kicked in again and he moaned. This time, Arya set it to a pattern, which ramped up slowly and spent only a quick moment at that third level of intensity, then dropped off to nothing, then ramped up again.
It was excruciatingly wonderful. He felt like he’d nearly come every time it ramped up, and just as the heat built, it cut off again and set him twitching. This was a different kind of slobbering, panting heat than before. It was steadily taking him right to the edge of orgasm before pulling back.
“Teasing you is so fun!” Arya said, just as the vibrations ramped up, and a full spurt of pre-cum spasmed from his tip before the vibrations cut off again.
“Fuuuuuuck, you’re good at it,” John said. “I’m so close…”
“Delicious,” Arya whispered.
John whimpered. “Pleeeease, I need to come…”
“I thought you liked to savor it? Stretch out the experience?”
“I— hah—”
“Just like I’m going to stretch out your ass.”
“Ggggggggnnnh.” Another spurt of pre-cum. “What is that… box full of… bigger toys?”
“Maybe,” Arya sang, in a voice that John knew meant ‘yes’.
The vibrator just kept ramping, and John just kept teetering. Arya showed no sign of relenting. He felt another pulse of pre-cum travel up his shaft and through his now incredibly sensitive tip. “You’re just going to drip me dry?” he said.
“Maybe,” Arya said.
John whimpered. “You can’t do that!”
“Can’t I?” Arya said.
“Nnngh, what, do you… do you want me to beg?”
“Do you want to beg?” Arya asked, tone sincere. Her eyes glittered.
John found himself in another predicament. It felt a bit backwards to admit that he wanted to beg, but he supposed that was the whole point here. He knew, and she knew, that at any time he could just say ‘pause’ and go finish however he wanted.
But he didn’t say ‘pause’. He was staying. Waiting. Throbbing.
“Please,” he whispered.
“I didn’t hear that,” she said.
“Pleeeeaase.”
“Please what?”
“P-please, I want to c-cum!” Another ramping vibration, another drop of pre-cum.
“How badly?”
“Bad! S-so badly, I c-can’t— I w-want— pleeeease…”
The next time the vibrator went to ramp, it stopped at the lowest setting. John’s body twitched, his ass clenched, at the subverted expectation.
“I suppose that could be allowed,” Arya said, and the vibrator stepped up to the next level.
John breathed heavily, panting, as if he’d just finished a sprint. He was sweating, stroking himself, the spark of an impending orgasm finally staying kindling, deep within his shaft. “Oh god, Arya, I’m so c-close!”
“I’ll allow it, because… You’ve been a very good boy.”
John’s brain short-circuited again, the vibrator kicked back to the third level, and his whole body convulsed, breath heaving, hips bucking, hands pumping, ass clenching. He came on his stomach and his chest and his legs and his hands and the blanket. After the thick semen came spurts of clearer cum, the muscles of his ass still clenching and forcing out more of the same fluid that formed his pre-cum, the orgasm lasting far longer than he had thought possible.
Finally, John collapsed backwards on the couch, whole body tingling and head spinning like he’d just smoked a bowl.
He was starting to understand what people were on about when they talked about ‘earth-shattering orgasms’.
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