The Future is Now

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.

“Shit!” Mark cursed quietly as the first wave of pleasure washed over him. No partner had ever made him feel anything so intense. The toy’s interior was a maze of textures that seemed to move and shift all around his throbbing erection, jerking, stroking, and massaging. It was like a living, breathing being, eager to give him the ultimate release. Mark felt like he might actually finish without even needing to pump the toy.

“Would you like to activate sensor mode?” The toy’s digital voice suddenly spoke up, making Mark jump slightly. “I am equipped with sensors that can pinpoint your reactive erogenous zones, providing a tailored experience for maximum pleasure. Simply say 'Yes' to enable this feature."

Feeling a mix of trepidation and excitement, Mark swallowed hard and murmured, “Yes." The device responded with a gentle hum, and the vibrations grew slower but deeper. Mark’s cock throbbed as the inner walls of the device began to pulse and contract around him, as if a real experienced hand is exploring his shaft, finding all the right spots. It was eerily surreal and erotic, Mark found himself getting lost in the sensation.

As the high-tech toy worked their magic, Mark’s eyes rolled back into his head as the pleasure spiked. His foreskin was pulled back from all the motions, and the vibration was pounding around his exposed glans deliciously. But it was another spot that made Mark’s whole body jerk and tremble. It was his frenulum, that sensitive strip of skin just below his cockhead, which was now being meticulously massaged by the internal ridges of the device. It was an exquisite torture, one that sent waves of pleasure rippling through his body with every stroke. Mark had always known that spot was sensitive, but he had never realized just how much so until now.

“Responsive spot detected. Is this the right location to focus on?” The male voice from the toy inquired in a smug tone that shouldn't be possible for an AI. Mark’s breath hitched as the toy’s vibrating wall pressed in tightly against his sweet spot, the sensation so intense it was as if someone had flicked a switch in his brain that had been off for years.

“Yes…!” Mark hissed, his eyes squeezed shut in pleasure. The device responded immediately, the vibrations increasing in intensity and the internal ridges pressing harder against his sweet spot, while the wall gripped and stroked his throbbing shaft expertly. Mark almost felt like he was being violated due to how intense and targeted the pleasure felt, as if the device knew his body better than himself.

With each thrust, the fleshlight’s walls gripped him tighter, the vibrations pulsing in time with his heartbeat. The warmth, the tightness, the unrelenting pressure on his most sensitive spot... it was overwhelming. Mark gripped the base of the toy through harsh panting, his knuckles turning white as he held on for dear life. He could feel his orgasm building, his hairy balls tightening as pent-up cum churned inside.

“Detecting imminent orgasm. Would you like to reach climax or activate Edging Mode?”

Mark’s eyes shot open, the reality of his situation crashing back. He was in his bedroom, pants around his ankles, sweating and cursing, with a robotic voice asking him about his climax preferences. Mark took a deep breath and paused, considering his options. The idea of prolonging this intense feeling was tempting, but the pressure was already too much to bear.

“No, I’m good. Just… I’d like to finish.” Mark managed to say through gritted teeth. The AI responded with a gentle purr, the vibrations and contractions subsiding slightly, allowing him to catch his breath. But the respite was short-lived, as the toy soon began to build up the intensity again, like a skilled lover who knew exactly when to ease off and when to push harder.

“Understood. Preparing to trigger orgasm through frenulum stimulation.”

The toy’s walls tightened even more, gripping and stroking his shaft in a way that made Mark’s toes curl. He had never been so close to the edge, so quickly, with just his own hand. The AI was a master, guiding him to heights of pleasure he had only dreamt of.

Then Mark felt it, something new, something unexpected. A small, firm probe could be felt within the toy's interior, sliding up the length of his cock until it lodged firmly against his frenulum. It was like a gentle flicker of a warm, wet tongue, and he gasped at the sudden, intense sensation. The probe was somehow firm yet flexible, then it began to dance just below his leaking cockhead with an expertise that no human could ever match.

The pleasure was so intense that Mark had to bite his lip to keep from crying out. It was as if the device had mapped out every nerve ending in his body and had zeroed in on the one that would give him the most exquisite release. His hips began to buck involuntarily, his body desperate for more of this alien yet exquisite sensation.

The probe grew more insistent, the gentle flicks turning into rapid-fire taps that sent shockwaves through his entire being. Mark’s breaths grew ragged as he approached climax, his chest heaving unevenly. “I... I can’t hold on,” Mark panted, his body trembling with the effort of maintaining control. The toy responded with a series of rapid contractions, squeezing and milking his shaft in a way that gave Mark no chance to hold back.

With one last hard rub on his frenulum, Mark lost all self-control. His orgasm hit him like a freight train, his body convulsing as hot semen shot out of him and into the toy’s pulsating channel. The fleshlight’s walls milked him for every last drop, the contractions and vibrations perfectly synced to the pulses of his cock. It was as if the device was alive, and it was encouraging Mark to empty everything he had for it.

As the last of his climax subsided, Mark slumped back against the bed, his hairy chest heaving. The toy’s grip loosened, the vibrations dying down to a gentle hum. He felt boneless, both his stress and energy have been milked out of his usually tense body. Just as Mark was about to drift off, he saw the small screen on the toy light up with fireworks effects before the voice spoke up. 

“Thank you for using your personal pleasure device. Would you like to provide feedback to further optimize your future experience?”

Mark stared at the colorful fireworks on the screen in a daze, his legs were still shaking, and his mind was still reeling from the intensity of his orgasm. He couldn’t believe what had just happened. The high-tech fleshlight had created an experience so surreal, so intense, that it made Mark feel like he could never jerk off with his hands ever again. He felt a strange mix of amazement and embarrassment.

“I…” Mark gasped, but the intense orgasm had sapped all the strength from his body to the point that he could barely speak. He let the fleshlight slip from his grasp, his limp cock still twitching from the aftershocks. The AI's question hung in the air, and after a moment, he managed to croak out, "No feedback. It was... perfect." 

The last thing on Mark’s post-orgasmic fuzzy mind was Jake’s annoyingly smug face, before his eyes roll back and his body collapsed back onto the bed, passing out from the overwhelming experience. Despite his initial embarrassment, Mark knew this would not be the last time he used the terrifyingly efficient toy.