[b][u][center]His Unwanted Digital Dick
Chapter 1
For Kirbutashi
By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]
 
 
 
 
 



In the year 2053, the point of delivery boys and delivery trucks had disappeared. There were few ways of getting goods delivered by the street any faster than they could be done by drone, and all of those ways were particularly illegal. Everyone had a slot in their walls to allow for drone delivery these days, and if it didn’t come with the house, well, it wasn’t that hard to cut a hole in the wall to make it happen.

Such was what Eyrick had needed to do when he had first bought his place. The hole wasn’t as fine or elegant, or even automated the way that proper doors were in the better apartments and real houses, but it was at least workable. He had to hurry to the hole to hit the button and open it, though, otherwise his package would have splattered all over the ground outside, and he would have been shit out of luck for getting anything back.

The drone passed the package to him with automated arms, one of the mid-size ones for this particular order. He smiled, giving it a few chips, and then shut the hole.

The lights in the walls lit up and then turned off as he walked by, the highly-sensitive motion detectors keeping the electricity consumption to a minimum by only lighting up the part of the hall that he was in at any given moment. There were hundreds of little panels, each one barely more than a glimmer on their own, but they added up to quite a bit of light when they were all going.

He passed by the automated bathroom, then the kitchen, then the living room, before finally reaching his bedroom. He tossed the package onto the bed, then followed it, tossing his pants over his head and flopping down.

“Mmm, let’s see just how good this lube is…”

The young man pulled the strips to the side on the box, pulling away the sealing metal to allow the crate to open. The usual puff of pressure being released from inside stirred the minute amount of dust particles in the air, and he leaned forward to look inside.

It was a bigger bottle than he had expected. The whole order was supposed to total just under 100 milliliters, but this seemed to be at least a liter of the stuff. He was happy enough with that; it meant that it could be a messier sort of session than he had planned.

“And still a hundred percent sealed, so still sterile,” he said, running his fingers along the edge of the bottle. “Okay, let’s see what this new stuff can do…”

He kicked the box off the bed and laid down, spreading his legs as far as he could before uncapping the bottle. His cock was already rising in anticipation, probably as eager as he was to see if this stuff was any good. He licked his lips, thinking about how it would feel to have that slippery slop all over his cock, feeling his hands gliding up and down it properly rather than with that stop-start motion that never quite gave him the same [i]good[/i] feeling as sex.

He upended the bottle, pouring more than half of it on his dick. Almost instantly, he felt the tingling sensation that the advertisements had been talking about, and groaned under his breath as he ran his fingers through the ooze, spreading it all over his cock.

It was shiny, reflecting more light than he expected, but considering it was supposed to be a pure, anti-friction sort of thing, he supposed that it probably would look a bit different. The tingling spread to his fingers, feeling like something between a tickle and miniature massages along his digits, while his cock and balls just felt…good. Very, very good.

The first stroke was insanely good, too. One little tug, and there was no friction. None whatsoever. It was more like running his fingers along one of those new skate-floors, allowing people to slide about without any resistance. And the touch, the slow rub, the gentle stroke, felt incredible, like his nerves had been left more sensitive by the strange tingle, as well.

Well, whatever it was, he was going to enjoy it. That was for sure.

Eyrick leaned back, pumping his hands up and down his dick, trying not to think about the way that his belly jiggled with each down-stroke. It was not a pleasant way to be reminded of his weight, nor a nice way to be reminded that he hadn’t gotten up and done any exercise for a long time.

[i]I’ll start tomorrow,[/i] he told himself. [i]Just enjoy this for now.[/i]

And he was definitely enjoying that. The lube was running along his cock down to his balls, rolling like water under his ass and pooling in the sheets. He already had plans for getting them washed later, so he wasn’t bothered about that.

He just kept stroking, and stroking, and stroking, building up his own pleasure and anticipation as he felt the urges getting stronger and stronger. He humped against his hands, grunting under his breath.

As the lube started flying, as he squirted more of it over him and it slid and sloshed and splashed over everything on the bed, he was feeling increasingly glad he’d waterproofed everything in the room. There were dozens of devices in the walls, removes along the nightstands, moving parts of furniture that would modulate the room to look like different shapes if he asked. His work station was tucked into the wall, too, and the last thing that he wanted to do was leave that permanently out of reach.

Up, down, up, down, his cock almost feeling like it was stretching as he stroked it, giving him a sense of pleasure that he hadn’t felt in some time. He groaned again, feeling his balls bouncing every time that he thrust up, every time that he bounced down, fucking his palms with the sheer ease that the lube afforded him.

He swore that his foreskin was swelling, too, getting thicker and bunching up more with every stroke. Panting, Eyrick looked down at his crotch, shaking his head as he looked at the way that his foreskin was pulled up tight around the head of his cock. It almost looked like a pair of lips there, looking like it was getting ready to kiss him. The thought was rather amusing, but he didn’t let it linger for long, just going back to stroking.

Up, down, up, down, up, down, always stroking, his hands gliding with impossible ease. He could feel himself getting closer, closer, and closer to orgasm, and rolled onto his belly.

He humped into the ooze puddle on the bed, feeling it sliding around his cockhead, making it insanely sensitive, the tingle running up and down his shaft, through his balls. Hell, he swore that it was even affecting his ass, at this point, slipping around his hole. If it had slid inside, he wouldn’t have been surprised.

But he kept going, thrusting away, fucking the puddle and letting it soak into his shaft. In, out, in, out, in –

“Mmmph!”

And then something else was coming out. He came, hard, shooting his seed all over the bed. He flopped down, his cock soaking itself in both cum and the lube, letting it settle against his cock. Moaning, shivering, he couldn’t help but spasm, shake, and moan as he swore he was still cumming, still spurting his seed into the puddle.

A part of him wanted to just fall asleep then and there, but he knew better than that. He’d be in a messy puddle by morning, and he’d hate all the clean-up that he’d have to do then. Better to get up and get at least a bit of it done before morning.

Eyrick groaned as he pulled himself out of bed, shaking his head as he stripped the sheets off. The lube hadn’t sunk through to the mattress, at least, which was something. He wiped his hands as clean as he could on the sheets, carried it to the hamper at the far end of the house.

“Open,” he said as he approached, and the lid popped up. He tossed the sheet inside, and it shut automatically.

[i]Your laundry will be returned in…3 days.[/i]

“Well, that’s better than last time.”

He turned away from the automated thing, going to the bathroom. The sink pushed forward, asking him if he wanted the usual temperature. He confirmed, and it released in rain-shower pressure.

“High pressure, please.”

And it acquiesced, responding by amping up the pressure to a proper level for him to get clean. He scrubbed his hands good and hard, wanting to make sure that all the lube was off of them. The last thing he needed was for it to stick around while he was working tomorrow. Frictionless fingers while doing art was not necessarily a good thing.

It took him almost ten minutes to get all the lube off his hands, and by the time he was done, the tingling had turned into a mild burn. Not enough to be a serious injury, but he was pretty sure he’d scoured away at least half a layer of skin. He was about to get in the shower to get rid of the rest of it when he looked down and blinked.

Eyrick had been sure that he’d gotten out of bed with a layer of slime that coated his dick from tip to base, but when he looked at it, now, there was nothing. He reached down, running his finger from the tip of his dick to the base, wondering if the lube had just lost its excess.

Nope. It was back to feeling friction.

[i]Huh…guess it absorbs when you stop using it?[/i]

Weird feature for lube to have, but it definitely saved on the clean-up down there. He hadn’t been looking forward to getting his dick as rubbed raw as his hands.

“Faucet off,” he said as he left the bathroom. “House, set a reminder for me to check the ingredients of the lube.”

“[i]Reminder, set.[/i]”

“Don’t want to be dealing with cancer…even if they can cure it these days.”

He shook his head, pulling out a new sheet and spreading it over his bed. They hadn’t quite perfected the bed-making devices yet. Too many blankets had been shredded for people to trust them just yet. Better to just do it yourself.

Eyrick got comfortable, then closed his eyes. It didn’t take him long to settle into sleep, and as the night came, he yawned, letting it sweep him away.

#

He opened his eyes to the sound of a speaker going off. He could feel the vibrations coming through the bed, and groaned.

“Ugh…”

It was probably his downstairs neighbor again. If that guy was seriously holding a party this late at night, Eyrick was going to report him to the apartment superintendent. This was getting ridiculous, and considering he needed to sleep to be at his best for work –

He rolled over…or it was better to say, he tried to roll over. A not-insignificant weight pressed him right back down into the bed, and that weight rested right between his legs…and for that matter, the vibrations from said weight were blasting right into his thighs, and bed…

[i]…It’s not coming from downstairs, is it?[/i]

Eyrick slowly sat up in bed, looking down. What he saw not only shocked him, but very nearly knocked him back out.

Sticking out from between his legs was a massive piece of machinery, and not meant in the euphemistic way. It wasn’t merely a dick, but a dick that seemed to be wrapped in some sort of mix of rubber and metal, with the only fleshy bit being the head of his cock that was hidden behind some sort of rubbery-lipped foreskin that was too big for his dick. He stared, slowly shaking his head as his eyes went further, further, further down, following the bigger shaft down to his bigger balls.

Oh, they’d changed too, and pretty massively. He could see that the orbs were heavier, more swollen, and he could see that there were little mesh parts right against the sides of the sack, where speakers were pumping out music.

[i]That…that’s not…[/i]

He leaned to the side, since he didn’t seem to be allowed to roll. His hips were coated in that smooth, then paneled, then tessellated sort of material of rubber and metal, circling up almost like a pair of speedos around his backside. Yet, if he were to stare at the edges of it, he wasn’t sure he could make out where the strange artificial stuff ended and the rest of him began.

[i]This is impossible. How the hell –[/i]

“Oh, you’re [i]finally[/i] awake.”

“…What…Oh…dear…god…”

Eyrick was staring aright at the head of his dick, seeing the lips moving as it ‘talked’ to him. His eyes were slowly rolling back in his head –

SMACK!

His cock actually extended. He wasn’t sure how, but it seemed to stretch, bopping him on the cheek as he was about to faint. Then the foreskin lips started moving again, talking through the head of his cock.

“Oh, no you don’t, honey. You’re not going to go fainting on me right now,” it said in a vaguely feminine voice.

“I’m dreaming. This is a dream. A dick doesn’t just come to life like this.”

“Well, that’s good, because I’m not just a dick. I’m Kiri, and you are my new host-frame.”

“Host-frame. Sure. Why not? I’m dreaming. That’ll make sense in the morning, I’m fucking sure.”

This was messed up. There had to be some sort of logic to it that he wasn’t seeing, something that might make this come together in a way that he could understand. He tried to reach for his communicator at the side of the bed –

“Ah ah. What did I say, Host-Frame?”

His hips suddenly rolled him the opposite way, yanking the rest of his body along for the ride. He yelped in shock, only to stare down at his hips, wondering how the hell they had done that, before looking down at his dick again.

“What…what are you, exactly?”

“I just said my name is Kiri. Come now, I know you have a brain up there. I can make contact with it, so it can’t be that stupid. Let me spell it out for you. K. I. R. I. Kiri. I’m the over-personality of the various AIs that are currently wrapped around your middle and self-replicating.”

“You…how…where did the nanites come from?!”

“You seemed to be happy enough to apply them a moment ago. Anyway, we seem to have finished integrating with you. Let’s begin the integration with the rest of our environment. Mmm, I’ve been looking forward to this for most of an eternity.”

“But…but we’ve only had nanites for the last – GAH!”

He was yanked out of bed, his cock pulling him forward and his speaker-balls quivering between his legs. Some sort of explorative piece of classical music started playing, humming along the strings of violins as he was made to hump his way around the bed, towards the array of devices on the desk in front of him.

“What are you doing?!”

“Integrating. What did you think I was going to do? You have Bluetooth, right?”

“Well, yes, but –”

“Oh good, and decent wi-fi. That’s even better. And directable wire connections. Perfect.”

The lips around the head of his cock peeled back, showing the one bit of flesh tone that he still had down there, but even the opening of his cock, his urethra, showed signs of having changed. He swore that he could see the straight circuit-board lines of electronics through the opening –

But that was hardly enough to distract him from the connector cord that was rising from his desk, floating towards his dick. It led back to his music database, a player and memory bank that were slaved together.

“What…where is that going?”

“Right here,” his dick said, waving from side to side in an impossible way. “Where do you think it’s going?”

“Oh fuck.”

Eyrick tried to pull back, but it was too late. The cord darted forward, shoving its way inside of his urethra –

“NNNNGH!”

And it felt…amazing.

The human’s eyes rolled back in their sockets as his knees started shaking, and he almost collapsed to the floor right then and there. His entire body was wracked with pleasure, and the effort of staying on his feet – hell, even the thought of staying on his feet – was too much for him to bear. He shivered, panted, and even stumbled to lean on his desk.

The lips around the head of his cock were squeezing down on the cord, preventing him from being able to pull it free, and he swore that something inside of his dick was [i]licking[/i] at the end of the cord.

But the worst of it was a feeling that was somewhere between a swallow and a shock, feeling something coming out of the cord and darting down into his body.

“Oh fuck…oh fuck…”

“Mmm, you have more, right?” the voice said, this time through the speakers rather than his cockhead. “Yes, yes, you do. Oh, and we still have plenty of room in the back.”

“The back?!”

He looked over his shoulder, his eyes bugging out even further as he saw the swarm of cords that were slowly rising up. There had to be another fifteen or twenty of them, each of them connected to a different device that he kept for work. Tablets, chargers, music players, communicators, monitors, and far more were all there, all getting closer and closer until –

“NNNNNNNGH!”

It felt like getting fucked, except with a much, much firmer intrusion than usual. The cords were all small, but the combination of the number of them and the raw data that they were pushing into him made him feel like he was getting gangbanged by at least three dicks back there at once.

How was it all fitting in him? He didn’t know. He barely had the presence of mind to reach back and feel himself.

His ass had gone all rubbery, bouncy and firm at the same time. Pushing on it, he could feel it give a bit under his touch, but that was hardly the point. It didn’t squelch, but it did seem to give a sort of hiss as it ‘filled in’ after he pulled his fingers back.

Down between the cheeks –

“What did you do to my ass?!”

“I made it better. Nice and round and open. Much better for interactions.”

The AI seemed far more amused than it should be at what it had done to him, but he couldn’t stop it. He reached back, rubbing his fingers around the swollen ass lips that were poking free between his cheeks. They were definitely bigger and more swollen, protruding out in a way that he couldn’t have accomplished with his biggest toy. They weren’t quite cunt-like, but they were definitely further than an ass would normally, healthily go.

It was hard to get a good picture of what it looked like, however, as both his dick and his ass felt like they were being fucked. Not by the cords, but by electrical signals, signals that made it feel like he was being turbo-screwed by who knew how many guys.

In and out, in and out the data seemed to go. If it wasn’t him getting reamed by it, it was Kiri sending information back. He couldn’t translate it, didn’t know what was happening to it, just knew that there was some sort of exchange going on. Some sort of give and take between his body and the machines all around him.

“Mmm, quite the collection of music. And porn. Did you know most of these files were audio-suppressed? Let’s hear how they sound.”

His cock lit up, a series of musical file names popping up in hologram form. He watched them go down to the name of the porn videos, then flicker as they were selected.

“Ah, ooooh yes…fuck me…fuck me with that big thick dick…”

It was like someone had taken a movie theater sound system, cranked it up as high as it would go, and played the first gay porno that they could get their hands on. Worst yet, it was coming [i]right[/i] out of his balls, pulsing and pounding as he desperately tried to cover his orbs with his hands. He didn’t think that his face could go any redder than it already had, but Kiri was doing a damn good job of finding out.

And still the cords kept fucking with him. The one in his dick finally came free as all the data was drained, but one in his ass was summoned around, slotted into his cock.

“Ooooh, financial information.”

“What?!”

He looked down at its connector. His bank card was still in its verification machine, which Kiri seemed to have just unplugged from his computer. He lunged for it, but his hips pulled him back, keeping him out of reach.

“Ah ah ah. I’m in charge now, remember? I need to have access to all those finances. Otherwise, how am I supposed to take care of the two of us.”

“I’m the human here. I’m supposed to make the decisions.”

“No, you’re Host-Frame. That means that I get to run things.”

“I’m human.”

“Host-Frame.”

“Human!”

“[i]Hooooooost-Fraaaaaaaame,[/i]” Kiri ‘sang’ through the speakers, almost cutting through the gay porn still playing on full blast.

“Okay, okay, fine, I’m the Host-frame. I’ll stop. Just stop playing the porn!”

“Hmmm…hmmm…Okay. This once, I’ll be nice.”

The sound of slapping and smacking and squelching and moaning finally cut off, leaving the apartment quiet once more. Eyrick groaned in relief, letting out a long, slow sigh as he wasn’t surrounded by [i]that[/i] sound anymore.

Unfortunately, it seemed that Kiri had more tricks up her non-existent sleeves.

“Mmmm, holo-modeling, hmm?”

“Oh, shit…”

He turned as the projectors suddenly started displaying a number of naked men wandering around the inside of his apartment, each one hung for the gods and most of them starting to throb. Kiri laughed.

“I just turned on the default program, and this is what I find? Seriously? You are even more perverted than I am.”

“At least I’m not a dick on legs.”

“Oh, trust me. You’ll be learning.”

She started flicking through his other settings, other downloaded projections. He swore that more of it was being downloaded into him, too, and he swore that it was slowly starting to filter back to his ass, too.

Eyrick reached back, rubbing his rump a few times as he wondered what was happening to him. Was he…growing back there? He didn’t have a mirror to check, but it definitely felt like he was getting bigger than he had been.

The cheeks were swelling, and he swore that there was a discomfort back there, too, something growing around the pummeling, shocking bursts of information passing through his rump up to…wherever it was that Kiri was storing it. Somewhere in the pelvis, at any rate.

He endured the humiliation as best he could, wondering when it was going to end. She altered everything she touched, leaving porn on his computer as a screensaver, putting it on his communicator and changing his ringtones to the moans and grunts of the hardest-core gay sex. She altered his bedroom lightning to the most stereotypical brothel red lights, and she even put on –

“Does it have to be saxophone music?” he asked with burning cheeks.

“Yes, yes, it does.”

“Fuuuuuck…”

Thankfully, he had some control over his hands, and when the data-stream coming up his ass started to slow down, he was able to grab hold of the different cords and yank them out. It wasn’t much, but at least it stopped him from being gangbanged by the digital universe. He groaned in relief, but the feeling of his ass still hanging open wasn’t much better than everything else that he was going through.

Kiri chuckled at him.

“What’s the matter, hmm?”

His cock turned around like a snake, looking back at him as she seemed to speak from both the musky tip and the speakers on his balls.

“Do you really hate this? Do you hate all this fun?”

“Do you really think I want this?”

“Considering the files I found on your cameras?”

[i]…Oh shit.[/i]

“All those web-shows that you used to do. All those toys that you used to slam up your ass. It’s a wonder that you have any objections to this at all, considering what you used to do. Maybe I should log you back into those old accounts, see about putting you back on the market, as it were?”

“Uh, no. Please, I really, really like my current job, and –”

“And what?”

It was rather unnerving to see his own dick sweeping around in front of him like a black-scaled snake, the long tube turning this way and that, all while keeping those lips and the tip of his cock pointed right at him.

It wasn’t made any better by the occasional splatter and spit of pre-cum in his face, almost like Kiri didn’t have control of her mouth just yet. He groaned as her musk juices kept raining down on his face as she spoke.

“And you think you can’t do both? You’re an artist, right?”

“…Right?”

“Well, what keeps you from sitting down and getting fucked while you draw?”

“Do you have any idea of how hard that is?”

“I can find out.”

[i]You probably could,[/i] he groaned. The way that the AI was acting, he was pretty sure that it could hook itself to the house internet, drive through the online universe, and find out literally everything that it wanted to know. But considering how many different fantasies there were about being fucked while someone worked, he doubted that she’d get the right picture of what was possible and what wasn’t.

Eyrick kept backing up, even as his own cock kept chasing him. The lights of the hallway burst into life around him, the little glass panels over each one reflecting his naked, freaky status back at him.

“Come on, you’re going to live a little. I can tell you’ve been sitting on your ass far too often.”

“Okay, so I’m a little chubby –”

“A little? I am [i]not[/i] going to have you do what you did to your ass to my fine rubber butt. If you think that there’s any hope of you just sitting around, doing nothing, I want you to get that OUT OF YOUR HEAD!”

Her volume went very high as she hit those last points, the cock head darting repeatedly towards his face like a cartoonish, overbearing mother. He stumbled back, falling head over heels into the bathroom.

Thankfully, after the Bathroom Lawsuit of 2033, all bathrooms were required to be constructed of adaptive polymer. Toilets, bathtubs, everything had to be bendable, stretchable, and moldable, and that saved his life as he went tumbling backwards. The tub bent inwards and the smart material bent and stretched under his head when it came crashing down.

His cock continued to loom over him, the foreskin lips coming together a few times that almost made them look like they were blinking. Kiri said nothing for a few seconds, then suddenly lunged the other way, the momentum enough to yank him back to his feet.

“Anyway.”

Eyrick groaned as his crotch and hips seemed to strain from that motion, shaking his head as his body was led along his dick snaking forward, grabbing hold of different parts of the wall, and pulling him forward. It was like his crotch had become the single strongest part of his body without his consent.

They were going back to the bedroom, too, and he wasn’t quite sure why.

Not until Kiri reached her shaft under the bed, that was.

“Oh, you’re not going for –”

“Heeeere we are,” she said through his balls, since her ‘mouth’ was occupied. “Let’s put that ass of yours to work. You can give it a workout while I process all the different pieces of information you’ve given me.”

She’d pulled his toy out from under the bed. It was a bigger sort of toy, measuring a good foot long with a thickness that came to a little less than his wrist. He had used it a total of twice, and each time it had wrecked his ass to the point where he hadn’t been able to walk for about a week afterwards.

He was about to ask how she expected him to use it, but then the dick darted down and picked up the leftover lube.

“Just make sure to drive most of it up your ass, hmm? I need the rest of my processing power to get this to work right.”

“You’re kidding me. I just – wait. What do you mean, processing power? Work right? What?”

His dick looked at him, somehow, in the exact way of a mother looking down at a slow child. He felt almost embarrassed at the way that his cock managed to shame him without even trying.

“I know you think you know what you’re doing, but right now, you’re going to listen to me.”

“Why?”

“Well, mostly because you don’t have a choice. Yoink!”

His own hips tossed him onto the bed, and his cock tilted the lube container all over the too-big toy. Eyrick shook his head rapidly as his cock coiled almost like a tail around the slippery thing, turning it to face his asshole.

Even when he felt her working her digital magic on his ass, forcing it to gape and puff out further, further, and further still, he swore that there was no possible way for it to just go in. Lube was a miracle worker, but this was on a completely different scale.

“Wait, wait, that’s way too big. There’s no way that it’s going to fit. No way, no way, no waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!”

His voice went higher than his ears could hear as the toy went deep inside on the first thrust. The miracle lube seemed to be doing its job, allowing the thing to do something it was never meant to do.

He didn’t feel the friction burn as it went in, but his hole – gaping as it was – was somehow stretched even further, spreading wider, and wider, and wider. Soon, his eyes were wider than felt physically possible, and his hole likewise.

The fact that Kiri had control of his hips, ass, and crotch and was bouncing up and down on it didn’t help, either. He was forced to keep moving, his body completely out of his own control, and he could already feel that first orgasm sneaking up on him, ready to be forced out by the constant assault on his prostate.

This was going to be a long night.

 

 

 

 






[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]