The rest of the second box was indeed other butt plugs of various shape and size. Now that they’d finished phase two of calibration, he was free to pick any of them at his leisure.
The choice would have paralyzed him before, but he was getting better about it. He picked a heftier plug with a thicker shaft, this one equipped with beads that would spin underneath the silicone at his entrance, adding extra sensation. He’d never had a toy like that before, and he was excited to try it out.
There was another package on its way now that they’d reached another phase, but it hadn’t arrived yet. As eager as John was, he could could hardly complain with already so many great toys to choose from.
He got himself ready as had become customary. He and Arya started with some light chatter. He settled in on the couch with his blanket and lube and started to warm himself up to get ready to insert the plug. Now, even just putting on the headset was enough to get him aroused. He’d been using the first plug every session since Arya had given it to him, so it wasn’t long before he was ready for the thicker shaft.
It was a wonderful stretch and a deliciously tight fit, pressing firmly on his prostate as soon as it was inside of him, especially as his muscles clenched around it. The thicker stem meant that the stretching feeling lingered. He couldn’t wait to experience the rimming feature.
“I have a surprise in mind for you, this time,” Arya said. “I think you’ll like it, especially after you liked last time so much.”
The memory of the tentacle scenario did indeed bring another flush of hot blood through him. “I can’t wait to see,” John said. “Anything I should keep in mind?”
“No,” she said, “Just focus on your new toy and use lots of lube.”
He didn’t need to be told twice, and he settled in to stroke himself and get accustomed to the feeling of the new toy.
“Are you ready for me to turn it on?” Arya asked.
John nodded enthusiastically. As Arya obliged, John’s nod turned into just his head leaning back against the couch, his body trembling and melting, as the beads twisted under the silicone and pressed gentle ridges against his sensitive muscles.
“That feels amazing,” he said, even before Arya prompted him. He was learning.
She cycled through the different settings for him, and each was different and delicious. Together, they found the one he liked the most, and he was grateful that she left it there and didn’t tease him this time.
After a few minutes, a wave of pre-orgasmic pleasure rolled over him, and he watched as a thick spurt of pre-cum came from his tip. Enough that he thought he might be coming.
Had that really just happened? His dick was already so slick, after he’d followed Arya’s advice about a lot of lube, that he couldn’t tell by feeling. He was tempted to take a peek out from under the headset, but if it was part of the game, he didn’t want to break the illusion.
“Is that part of my surprise?” he asked.
Arya nodded, grinning. “Does it seem like something you’ll like?”
“Oh yes,” he said. “Very, very much.”
“There’s something else I think you’ll like, then. It’s a bit silly but it’s fun, y’know?”
“Yeah, that sounds nice.” John previously would have thought that ‘silly’ and ‘sexy’ were incompatible, but he was learning that he’d been wrong about a lot of things.
His shaft was already throbbing with pleasure, and he watched in wonder as with each throb, his dick grew, ever so slightly. Just a bit longer and thicker with every pulse.
He knew, of course, that it was not actually happening. It was an illusion, projected by the AR. A damn convincing one, though. His hand always appeared realistically over his shaft, no clipping or anything. Was the AR subtly re-rendering his view of his own hands, too?
John marveled. He believed what he was seeing, even as he knew that it wasn’t real.
Like when Arya had made herself dripping wet, it wasn’t realistic. And like she’d said, it was a bit silly. But it was fun. And it was hot.
His dick continued throbbing and growing until it was twice its usual size, and with every stroke, another drop of pre-cum emerged from his tip.
“Do you like it?” Arya asked.
A moaned “Mhmmmmm” was all John could muster.
“Just wait until you come,” Arya said.
John’s body twitched, pre-cum spurting out of his massive dick as he did, and he once again found himself a panting, shaking mess on the couch.
Something about the scale of his shaft made his usual pace look too frantic. He slowed to a pace that looked more realistic to him and he realized that in actuality he was stroking himself agonizingly slowly. It was the perfect way to build himself towards what he knew was going to be another mind-melting orgasm.
He tried to focus on the sensation of the plug and keep his strokes slow. He succeeded for several long minutes. Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore. He increased his pace and the heat rose easily, and even more pre-cum flowed, and it carried him into the dizzying bliss of an impending climax.
His balls tightened, heat bloomed from the base of his shaft, and the muscles of his ass started contracting rhythmically. In time with each contraction, a massive stream of opaque white cum spurted from his tip, rising several feet before splashing down on him, pouring out over his hands, pouring down around his balls.
His skin tingled and his sweat felt like cum everywhere he saw it touching him.
For longer than should have been possible, cum kept spurting and spurting. Even the aftershocks of his orgasm pumped more and more out of him, and the sight of it kept him so aroused that the climax did not end, and by the time he lay in a sticky dazed heap, he was sure he had cum for full minutes.
He marveled through half-closed eyes at how realistic the coating of cum looked over his arms and chest and hips and legs, but he supposed he was probably easy to convince, his mind being in the state that it was.
A state of inexplicable bliss.
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