Mark stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of his office, staring out at the gray skyline. His eyes searched for any semblance of life, any break in the concrete jungle that had occupied his days and nights whole. The office behind him buzzed with the muffled clack of keyboards and the occasional ring of a telephone. It felt like a cage sometimes, and Mark wondered if he'd ever feel young in his mundane life again.
Jake, his best friend since college and now coworker, strutted in with a big grin, a stark contrast to the somber atmosphere of the corp they worked for now. With a quiet thud, he placed an unassuming black box onto Mark's desk. "Happy Birthday, big guy," he exclaimed, clapping Mark on the shoulder.
"It's not my birthday," The older man answered gruffly as he eyed the box warily. Jake was several years younger than him and always came up with wild ideas that Mark found hard to keep up with. It was a simple black cardboard with a nondescript label. Jake's grin grew wider, a hint of familiar mischief playing at the corners of his eyes. "It's just a saying, man! I know you've been under a lot of stress lately, so I figured you could use something to help blow off some steam."
Mark's curiosity piqued, he gingerly picked up the box and gave it a gentle shake. It was light, the contents shifting with a soft, mysterious thud. He looked at Jake, who nodded encouragingly. With cautious hands, Mark peeled back the tape and lifted the lid. Inside was a sleek, black, modern-looking cylinder object nestling in purple plush foam. Mark stared at it, a mix of shock and embarrassment coloring his bearded cheeks when he realized what it was.
"What the hell, Jake?" Mark whispered aggressively as he hastily shoved the box back down, his face a deep shade of crimson. The room suddenly felt smaller and hotter. "You can't just hand me a damn sex toy in the office!"
Jake chuckled and folded his arms. "Don't act like a virgin, Mark. You've been working yourself to the bone. You need some stress relief, man. And not the weak kind you get from a cold beer after overtime."
Despite the flush on his weathered face, Mark couldn't suppress the curiosity and anticipation. As a single man in his mid-forties, Mark's sex life was a distant memory buried under piles of paperwork and deadlines. The sleek fleshlight stared back at him, still and promising. He had heard whispers of these high-tech toys on the market but had never thought about exploring those things himself. It was a topic too distant from his stoic, disciplined nature.
"You could have given it to me in private, at least," Mark whispered through gritted teeth, his eyes darting around the room to ensure no one had noticed the exchange.
Jake shrugged. "You're my best buddy. What's to be shy about?" He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Besides, it's not just any fleshlight. This baby is the most advanced model, like nothing you'll ever experience! It's got temperature control, vibration settings, and..."
"Aright, alright!" Mark whispered urgently, his face getting a bit redder. "Keep it down. I don't need the whole damn office knowing about this!" He slammed the box shut and shoved it into his drawer, glancing around nervously to make sure no one was looking their way. Jake just chuckled, his eyes gleaming with amusement.
After Jake had mercifully left him alone, Mark couldn't help but sneak another peek at the box. He was both intrigued and horrified by the gift. The thought of using such a thing was foreign, yet tantalizing. He took a deep breath and tried to focus on his work, but the image of the sleek device kept popping into his mind, like a siren's call beckoning him.
That night, back at Mark's quiet apartment, he sat on the edge of his bed, the black box taunting him from the corner of his vision. Mark had told himself that it was a ridiculous gift, a joke from Jake that had gone too far. Yet, as the minutes ticked by, the stress of the days began to feel too heavy and his curiosity grew stronger.
"To hell with it," Mark huffed before pulling his shirt off in one swift move. His body, though not as sculpted as it had been in his youth, was still firm and strong from his occasional trips to the gym. His thick chest is covered in coarse hair, his stomach still bore the faint lines of abs. Mark walked over to the box, his heart beating faster than it had in years.
Mark knew what a fleshlight is, those tacky plastic cylinder toys with opening on one side, the flesh-colored silicon interior made to simulate a human vagina. He had seen it on the internet, had joked about it with friends when he was younger, but never thought he would own one, let alone using it himself. Except the one he's currently holding looked nothing like the cheap, garish objects Mark had seen. This one was sleek and had a gloss over the black body, looking almost... elegant.
But it's the digital screen on the body that made Mark frown in confusion. He had expected something simpler, something that didn't look like it could run the company's IT system. Mark pressed the power button with a sigh. The screen illuminated, displaying a series of settings and options. He scoffed at the absurdity of it all, but he could feel the heat of anticipation started building in his groin.
Just as Mark pulled off his trousers, a voice from the device startled him. "Welcome to your personal pleasure experience," It cooed, making Mark jumped and almost dropped the toy in surprise. "To begin, please select your desired partner's gender." The device asked in a typical neutral digital voice.
"Seriously? This sex toy is equipped with an AI assistant?" Mark murmured to himself, his hand gripping the toy as he stared at the device. He was straight, always has been. But Mark could never deny there's a certain thrill about experimenting with another man... Since he was already doing something new and foreign, might as well go all the way, Mark thought as he pressed 'Male' on the screen.
"Excellent! I'm honored to work with you and provide pleasure you never imagined to be possible!" The male voice was smooth and life-like, sounding both young and mature at the same time. Mark swallowed nervously as he swiped through the temperature options, finally settling on a comforting number that would mimic the heat of a real human body. The toy beeped in acknowledgment, the device pulsating slightly as it heated up.
With a deep breath, Mark reached into his boxer briefs and freed his cock. It was already half hard, the anticipation building in his stomach. He hadn't had the luxury of masturbation in what felt like an eternity. His hand wrapped around his shaft, feeling the familiar weight and girth. His cock grew thick and veiny, reaching full hardness quickly, with the large mushroom-shaped head half-covered in foreskin already leaking precum.
"Heating procedure complete. Please insert your member now," the AI announced cheerfully, and Mark couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of the situation. He positioned the toy, the warm, velvety opening hovering above his tip. Mark took a deep breath and pushed in, feeling the tight, textured embrace of the toy. It was unlike anything he had ever experienced. The AI had created an internal space that was not what Mark expected at all.
The moment he was fully sheathed, the toy began to purr with gentle vibrations, the walls contracting and releasing in a seductive rhythm, the inside of the toy felt like an ever-changing magical space that embraced his cock. Mark's eyes rolled back in his head as pleasure shot through him. The device was so responsive, it was as if it knew exactly what he needed, which was both thrilling and a little unsettling.
