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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      Other
  Fandom:
      Saints_Row
  Character:
      Matt_Miller
  Additional Tags:
      Explicit_Sexual_Content, Masturbation, Sex_Toys
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-09-30 Words: 2132
****** Toy ******
by epyonics
Summary
     Kink prompt about Matt buying copious amounts of vibrators because of
     the lusty phone call griefing Killbane had given him earlier. (And
     further mocking Matt’s inexperience with girls.)
Matt was extra concerned about the delivery today.
He hurried to his most private room where no one was ever allowed to bother
him, even if it was a dire emergency. He tried to make it look like the usual
determination he got when he had a certain computer part he had to install
somewhere in his inner sanctum.
He held back a dry gulp as he realized that wasn’t exactly far from the truth,
in its own way.
Once inside, once the doors were very much locked, once he was sure that he was
very much alone, Matt placed the package very carefully on his bed. It was a
decent sized box, plain brown with very few labels beyond a barcode and a
delivery address that wasn’t even the power plant. He’d gone out of his way to
have this be as inconspicuous as possible, and to forward it from place to
place to wash out the traces of where it came from, paying extra to have it
shipped as quickly as possible from each of those places on to the next.
It had only been a week since he had the insane idea to spend the money on
these horrible and embarassingly intimate things, but he was sure to not regret
it (because he told himself so) and he was just excited to get a package to
open right now.
Matt found a decoratively dangerous looking knife and sliced the box open. One
of the only red and silver themed things he owned, being a NyteBlayde special
edition.
Inside the box was a second box, which had several labels with company names
printed on them. Too easy to Google a fucking company name and find out what
the place deals in if you didn’t know it off the top of your head. Only bottom-
feeding scum like the citizens of Steelport needed to have things like explicit
and most often vulgar descriptions plastered on something to figure out what it
was, but to him, just a manufacturer name was the same thing. Louder, even.
Matt opened the second box, too, finding an assortment of gray and white
mailing bags crammed in with each other, cushioned by packing peanuts of three
different styles.
Yes, he was very thorough about this shipment.
Matt retrieved each bag, a total of four, all sent from different proprietors,
and lay them out on his bed. He dropped the box to the floor with a soft thud,
then kicked the box away, its travel stopping only when it hit the far wall.
Matt bit his bottom lip as he excitedly looked at the four bags. Where to
start?
Matt tore each one open (in such a way that they could be resealed) and lay the
rewards out in a similar manner to before they were exposed to his eyes only.
No one would ever know that he purchased these hideously adult things. An
assortment of vibrators in different styles, designed for different methods of
masturbation. No hiding to himself what they were used for. He got over that
bit of shyness when he was hunting the damn things down, through proxies, of
course. He ran his hands over the sleek packages of each one. Two of them were
designed for him to… insert himself into… while the other two were for… going
inside him.
He had needs, okay, but he also had his still very much unknown and otherwise
unexplored preferences fucked up by Killbane.
Oh god he hoped Killbane never found out about this. He’d probably choke him to
death with one. While fucking him. That’s the sort of monster he was.
Matt’s room was lowly lit by a mixture of pale white and blue club lighting.
He’d adjust that first. The room darkened, lined by neon blue and now neon pink
tubing, bringing the room down to almost complete darkness. He kicked off his
shoes and left them at the side of his bed as he climbed onto it.
Well, now or never.
Matt ran his hand in a strangely affectionate manner over his crotch. More or
less, he’d let his dick pick which one to play with first. He highly doubted
exploring all four toys right away, so he’d go with what seemed most exciting
first.
He bit his lip hard.
He’d never fucked a girl before. And he wasn’t even all that familiar with his
hand, like so many inappropriate jokes aimed at the males of his species
suggested. He suddenly wanted to know what it was like, and what really drove
Killbane to dominate him the way that he did. Matt wanted a taste of that
power.
Maybe, just maybe, he could find a way to get good at it, and maybe, he’d be
lucky enough to get one up on Killbane. Fuck the man that made him whimper like
a beaten puppy.
Ha. Yeah right.
Didn’t matter. He was pretty horny now, already aware of the small tenting
forming in his pants.
Matt grabbed one toy and pushed the other three carelessly off his bed. The
drop to the carpeting was short. They wouldn’t take any damage from that. Matt
used his knife to open the one he chose first, and tossed the empty box and
knife to the floor with the rest of the shipment of shame.
Matt immediately got distracted, turning the object around in his hands to
figure out how it worked on an electronic level. What sort of person did it
take to program a computer to exist only to do such dirty things as this? Matt
felt he had to develop some sort of connection with it first. Computers had
feelings, too.
This one was supposed to have the promise of being as warm, soft, and tight as
a living girl. He wouldn’t actually know, of course… but he’d have to trust it.
It took brief preparation, and Matt pictured in his head that the object
belonged to a computer that had placed all of its trust into him and him alone.
What sort of AI was beautiful? If he could design the perfect girl, a fallacy
to the real shrieking harpies he’d ever known, what would she be like?
Matt rolled onto his back, his dick hard in his pants and the toy slightly
humming in his hands as it, too, was ready to get this done and over with. His
hands felt clammy and uneasy. Was he really filled with the same anticipation
one should feel with a living, breathing person? He awkwardly jerked his zipper
down, his hard-on trying to press through the small opening.
No, he had to be… a nice lover.
He was pretty sure he was blushing to himself.
Matt set the toy beside him, letting it roll against his thigh as he opened his
belt and pants button. He shoved his pants down, his nerves on edge as he
looked at himself for a moment. Neon pink. His small underwear matched his
shirt, and while he was convinced it looked good and masculine on him despite
the color, he gasped as he saw his erection was strong enough that it pulled
the material away from his skin just enough that he could see dark hairs under
the gaps.
Matt reached his fingers in and slipped his dick out, letting the elastic band
of his underwear snap softly against his balls. He stroked himself a few times,
fingertips toying with the head, smearing the tiny bit of lubrication it was
producing on its own down the thickest vein pulsing under his touch.
He used some of the lubricant the toy came with as a starter to slick himself
up. He felt his skin tingle. He had assumed the stuff was just to make it
easier to thrust in and out of or whatever, not give him the raging need to
fuck something that instant.
He quickly grabbed the toy, letting irritance show outwardly to cover his
excitement and throbbing need. He wriggled, trying to determine how to position
his legs. Okay, now pretend his perfect girl was straddling over his hips. Her
legs spread, her… bits… fuck he should have paid attention in middle school
health class instead of dropping from the whole system to do better things with
his precious time…
Whatever, he let the entrance of the toy graze his tip, and he held back the
wavering sound in his throat. His perfect girl would be doing the same, the two
of them barely touching their most private, intimate, sexual parts to each
other.
Fuck that was really hot.
He pushed the toy down onto his dick slowly.
About halfway through, he let out a gasp, drawing in a deep breath and holding
it in.
He tilted the angle slightly, feeling the inside of this ridiculously warm and
slick thing getting smaller on his shaft, but it still selft as if that hole
were dragging him inward, deeper. He pushed, and his hips thrust forward, and
he felt the soft rim of the toy hit his groin.
Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck he was going to cum and he hadn’t even done anything
yet.
Matt arched his back and tried to calm himself. He wriggled, and he twisted the
toy a little, grinding it against him. His perfect girl would have to adjust to
the feeling of penetration, too.
He wondered if she’d like the size of his dick. He really had no comparison. He
fit, so he must have at least been normal.
Matt groaned as he experimented now, moving it slightly up and down his shaft.
He could feel the heat increasing, and then he choked audibly.
The computer sensed that he was starting to fuck it, and whatever the thing was
made of suddenly compressed, and squeezed his dick, like the hot muscles of a
real girl.
Oh god.
Matt grabbed at his bed’s comforter, nails digging into the material. He used
his other hand to start jerking the toy up and down, impressed that the thing
was smart enough to react and respond according to his actions, but mostly
scatterbrained from the sensations. Quickly, he was grinding it down hard,
convinced that girls had a magic button like he did deep inside and that his
dick had to find it as fast as possible because he needed it and his perfect
girl would need it just as badly as he did right now.
He really couldn’t have lasted that long.
Matt cried out as he spilled into the toy. He was so rigid inside of it, and
the damn thing milked him of every last drop. He was breathing hard, weakly
thrusting and feeling himself sliding against the tingly lubricant mixed with
his own sticky hot juices.
He didn’t want it to end yet, even though he was dizzy. He wanted to fuck. Matt
tried stroking a few more times, and convulsed as he felt his orgasm wasn’t
over yet. He came again already, or maybe he was finishing the first one still,
he really didn’t know, but his stomach was starting to hurt from how tense he
was. His legs were going wobbly, his arms sweating hotly under all his
clothing, as he definitely heard himself moan out loud with the last jet of
sperm.
His dick was softening now, but Matt left the toy on it, unmoving. The weight
of the toy in his hands slowly lowered itself to his stomach as his blood
flowed away to other parts of his body that most likely needed it more.
Matt slid the toy off, panting, his dick flopping against his bare skin with a
little smack, the liquids slicked on it giving him an instant chill from being
exposed to the air.
Matt pulled his underwear back up over his mostly limp dick, hiding the stupid
sinful thing from sight. His head hit his pillow, still trying to recover
mentally from the experience. And that experience was just physical. He
couldn’t imagine having other more emotional feelings attached.
A tiny thought at the back of his head wondered how Killbane felt afterward.
It was different being the bitch. Matt was used to shutting off his emotions.
To deal.
Now it was almost… different.
Matt rolled over, his legs tangling with his pants. He propped himself up on an
elbow, looking at the toy still at the ready laying there beside him. He shut
off the features. He knew he should clean it right away, but he felt exhausted.
He dropped to the bed with a flop, face into the blankets, hand still on the
toy. It was nice to lay here. Recovery. He wanted his recovery now.
The toy rolled from his fingers, and moments later, muffled snores escaped the
soft blankets.
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