[Guy releases his greatest invention, the MidnightSphere™, to trial members, but his company runs into a massive problem; the virtual reality-assisted sex is so good, they don't want to leave.]
His mouth opened, and a moan spilled out as the other man's firm hands gripped his waist so he wouldn't go away. Guy's cock pulsed when his lover pushed the silicone MidnightSphere™ purple fantasy dildo to the base into his ass.
The best part of a man was his pulse, his warmth, the connection. The difference ultimately between man and machine, whether that man came with certain extensions, didn't matter.
His lover drove all the way in from tip to base again and again, primally, to drive the toy that was an extension of himself as deep as it could go.
Guy concentrated on the heat between his thighs and around his waist.
It was a huge seven inch cock, and he nearly came all over his hand when the other man wrapped his digits, warm and tight, around his own throbbing, thick cock, his fingers stimulating the underside in draws slick from precum while he pressed into his prostate.
"Fuck," Guy moaned.
Their organization, which crafted top-of-the-line sex toys, focusing on cutting-edge technology for immersive experiences, was finally taking off.
Their main selling point, as if it weren't enough to revolutionize the world of sex on its own, was one toy, something which Guy thought of as more than just any masturbatory device.
The toy, when not in use, looked like an eight ball, so one could disguise it on their shelves to the naked eye as a fortune teller.
When in use, it was a dome that one stepped into. The compact sphere expanded wherever the top of it was pressed. It connected to a VR headset, which would display whatever images the user imagined.
It connected directly to the largest pleasure center, the brain.
That was where Guy came in, as he studied the brain.
They were playing around with color options, too: blue, pink, white, red, purple, rainbow. Guy grew fond of the one he had. It cost a pretty penny, and he'd gotten quite the bargain, as it was his brainchild regardless of what his ex said.
One could also purchase any of their company's toys, where it would sit in virtual space when not in use, making toy cleanup nonessential, but this was so much better than that silly yellow stroker that he bought on impulse after his dickhead of an ex broke his heart to go after a trustfund brat.
When interfaced with the dome, one could imagine going anywhere their heart desired, and it would simulate the action. This technology allowed single-player use.
They were also tinkering with the option to link up with real people virtually, which is what Guy happened to be doing right now.
The other man grunted a few times in his own headset, then stilled as he let out a loud groan, a willing test subject in their multiplayer trials, of which there were many very eager participants.
Guy panted as he gripped the headset, wiping the sweat from his brow. His virtual date was left alone miles away from him, and the massive purple dildo that was pistoning his ass moments before, slipped out of his tight, slick warmth, with an admittedly satisfying pop.
He pressed the button on the dome wall.
The walls retracted around him, and the black orb remained at his feet. He lifted the familiar eight ball and held it out like an oracle.
He'd tried the single-player option as well. When he ultimately finished, the digital men evaporated into ones and zeros within the system.
Both had their pros and cons.
Both were very close to the real thing, yes, yes.
Guy sighed, crossing the room to set the ball down on his desk.
"Years of studying this crap because no one will talk to me otherwise," he ruminated to his dark bedroom.
He supposed it still beat, well, beating it, alone.
Guy wanted to be remembered for doing a good thing.
It was good that, once released to the general public, it would cut down on the negatives of the human condition, such as STIs and unwanted pregnancies.
Guy walked over and flopped down on his bed, about ten feet from the spot on the wooden floor where the sphere had been stationed.
His breathing steadied as a trail of sweat cooled on his still-tingling skin. He traced a finger down his arm, hairs bowing and bouncing back, longing.
It had been one year since their breakup. It had been one year since he'd felt the touch of another person. All the hype building up to their work kept him busy, distracted despite being in close proximity to both the man who broke his heart for the rich kid whose parents were loaded.
Well, at least they got funding at all.
This was revolutionary technology, truly.
But it would never replace the company.
He was starving even though he'd been filled.
The thought that he regretted ever pursuing this project, that it was all a mistake he couldn't undo and was too late to turn back on now, so close after investing all of this time, crept back in from its dreadful corner.
It was getting harder to ignore the closer to their launch date.
After this last letter for approval, they would be ready. He reassured himself. It would make these last eleven years worth every last drop of his sacrifice and effort, because it had to.
Guy put a wrist over his eyes and groaned. His phone vibrated on the nightstand. He lifted himself with a great effort off his bed. His long shifts, along with the rigorous railing, left his limbs feeling like lead.
Ashley Fine, whom his ex left him for.
"Speak," he answered.
"Hi Gavin, we have a bit of an issue with some of our trial members. We're going to need you at HQ as soon as possible."
Guy bristled.
"Now, preferably?" he said.
"Yes."
"What's the matter?"
"It's...you kind of have to see it for yourself."
