The Purchase

It had been a bad idea, Carmy knew that. Yet all the same he and Richie were at his place, drinking, reminiscing, and celebrating the fact they were actually making a profit at long last. Well, that was how the night had started out. The problem was though, Carmy rarely drank and he hadn't exactly been indulging eith food either. So a couple of beers in he was three sheets to the wind. Conversation had a knack for meandering in all sorts of directions and, as the night progressed and they both got progressively drunk, their topics got more and more personal.

Come morning Carmy woke on his couch with a raging headache and no recollections of what happened last night beyond a certain point. Sitting up, his feet connected with Richie who was sprawled on the floor.

"Fuck me," Carmy muttered, clutching his head.

"No thank you. Too early for that."

Nudging at Richie with his foot was petty revenge as Carmy hissed "ass" and promptly regretted everything in his life that brought him to that moment in time.

It was inconceivable that such regret would be overshadowed by something greater but when Carmy looked at his bank statement he was overcome with disbelief. That night with Richie, he had managed to go an buy something for basically everything bar bare necessities. Just as well he lived on PBJ sandwiches rather than anything more pricey. The only problem was, he had no clue what he had bought. The name on the statement was generic, giving no ideas as to what on earth he'd gone shopping for.

Three days later there was a giant brown box waiting for him at home. It weighed a stupid amount and Carmy barely managed to get it up the stairs. Opening it in his living room, he stared. And stared. And stared some more for good measure. A Sybian. Of all the things he had imagined, that had not crossed his mind at all. Still, now that it was there, he'd already spent the money, curiosity was getting the better of him.

If he'd have had the brain cells left to care, he'd have been embarrassed at how quickly he'd come the first time he tried it out. But he was too busy trying to catch his breath to spare a thought to such a thing. The machine may have cost a small fortune but he was so very glad to have made the drunked purchase. It became a bit of an obsession.

Experimenting led to a couple more shopping adventures, though sober ones. In his spare time Carmy also did a lot of reading and trying thing out. Learning how to tie knots and rope around himself, he found peace that only came when he was in full creative swing in his kitchen. Finally, he was ready to try something out.

First things first, he got ready, tied a harness around his bare chest, wrapped his legs in intricate bindings which could easily be joined to keep him restrained. Cuff around one wrist, Carmy let the other dangle for now. At last he was ready. Sinking down onto the modest vibrator attached to the machine, he sighed and relaxed even as his heart rate picked up in anticipation. Fully settled, he pulled his legs up one at a time, letting his calves near enough touch his thighs, held in place by rope. Already hard, Carmy fumbled a little as he grabbed the blindfold to slip over his eyes and the remote. One last thing before he could start. He blindly wrapped the cuff around his other wrist, bound and helpless as he wanted to be.

Thankfully the remote was easy to use and he started the machine. The deep rumbling buzz worked through his core, making muscles tighten. It felt good but Carmy was impatient. He turned the setting higher, a soft cry leaving his lips as he endured the pleasure. Already his cock was twitching, precome beading at the tip. Head tipped back, Carmy panted as he turned the settings higher yet.

His first orgasm rocked through him and he groaned, lips open of heaving breaths. One wasn't enough though. Stopping at one had never been the plan. Determined to fulfil his ideas, Carmy gave himself a moment to ride the pleasure which was edging into too much before cranking up the speed two more notches. A near enough scream ripped from him, body pulsing around the vibrator and cock steadily leaking. It was as high as he could tolerate the machine going and he threw the remote to the ground.

Impaled on the machine, legs tied, hands cuffed and sight robbed, Carmy was utterly helpless to do anything but take the forced pleasure. He whined, pleaded with a god he didn't believe in as sensations began to build. In a way it didn't matter whether he was on climax number four already or whether it was still the second one that just kept going and going. All Carmy knew was that he was lost to the sensation of it all.

Hands braced on the front of the saddle, he ignored how it was all sticky with his come and tried to shift a little just to ease the relentless assault that kept him in such a state of unending pleasure. It was starting to burn, become almost too much. Maybe he shouldn't have chucked the remote so far.

To untangle, Carmy pulled the blindfold off first. Twisting to undo one leg, he had to pause and double over as he shivered through another wildfire of climax. His other leg was more difficult to undo, hands shaking as everything flipped from so good to too much. At last his feet were on the ground and he pushed up, groaning as the vibrator slipped free of his body. Not that he got very far, muscles shaking, legs barely able to move so he was no longer straddling his machine. That was going to have to do and Carmy gracelessly sank down onto the ground with a relieved groan. His whole body was alight yet leaden. Undoing the cuffs, he rubbed where the metal had left indent in his skin.

Once he had enough of his wits about him, Carmy reached for the remote and turned the machine off. Cleaning up could wait. In fact, everything could wait. The ropes around him were a grounding comfort and he curled up on the floor, eyes closed. What he planned to only be a couple of minutes to nap turned into on eof the best sleeps he'd had in recent memory. Waking to pleasantly aching muscles, Carmy took a moment to bask. Maybe he ought to play around like that more frequently.

Aegosexual Carmy has some fun alone

Vaguely, Carmy was aware that he perhaps wassn't the typical hot blooded man that seemed to be portrayed as the epitome of masculinity. Thankfully he wasn't really fussed by it. The whole sex thing seemed to pass him by and he secretly suspected it wasn't such a big deal to anyone and they just made it up. Not that it bothered him, he didn't really think about his dick and it's uses beyond pissing all that much. Maybe it was broken because it rarely got hard nowadays, even morning wood was a rare and inconvenient thing. Dealing with it had never brought him satisfaction or clarity the way others seemed to describe it. Perhaps it was stress or permanent exhaustion or diet or whatever, Carmy didn't much care. He didn't wander around thinking about the people around him and whether they were fuckable. No, he kept his head down, cracked on with work and breathed a sigh of relief each night when he was home that he'd survived another shift.

Insomnia had a knack for going hand in hand with restless boredom for Carmy. Sleep was eluding him, he wasn't in the mood to do anything other than mindlessly flick through the channels. He wasn't even looking, pressing the button for the next one without taking in just what he was seeing. Films, series, adverts, news, music channels, radio, home shopping all flowed on from each other. By the time Carmy's thumb was getting sore from the button, he had probably gone through several hundred channels yet nothing caught his mind. Stopping, he let out a grim huff as the screen was filled with bare flesh, some kind of bad porno playing.

Casting a critical eye at the scene, Carmy had to wonder whether it was all a great con. He had never really cared about the gender of people, they were all equally unappealing in their own way. But his mind was curious. Surely having a couple of fingers up the ass couldn't be all that pleasruable. According to the man on screen it was and he needed more.

Cooking was all about experimenting and Carmy was not in the mood to cook but he was craving trying something new. He had nothing to lose except a bit of time and some curiosity. Mind made up, he became focused and determined. There had to be some lube somewhere in the bedside table, hopefully it wasn't unuseable. Lube didn't go off, right? Bottle successfully located, Carmy made his way to the bathroom. It was the best place for such an experiment, easiest to clean up.

Naked and standing in the tub, Carmy hit the first stumbling block; what position was the easiest. On the TV, the man had been on his back but someone else's fingers were in him. That didn't appeal to Carmy, he didn't want anyone else near his ass.

One leg on the edge of the tub, Carmy spread lube on his index fingers and reached behind himself. It didn't feel especially enthralling, probing and sliding around without any preamble. Still, it wasn't like Carmy could exactly pamper himself with foreplay, right? Wine himself, dine himself then surprise himself with some tender cuddles and slow stripping. He snorted at the idea.

Finger pressing into himself, he breathed through his mouth. It wasn't unpleasant as such but it didn't incite moans of ecstacy either. Mostly it reminded him of being poorly as a child and being given medication via suppositories when nothing else was an option. Determined to see the experiment through despite the rather underwhelming start, Carmy tried moving his finger. Then angle was all wrong, it was more of a strain on his wrist than anything else. So he tried a new position. Hands and knees only worked until he lost his balance and his shoulder connected with the tub with a loud and painful thunk. Another pause and another position.

This time Carmy squatted and his finger slipped in with relative ease. Still not seeing the appeal, he tried wriggling his finger. Other than feeling like he might need to go to the toilet, it wasn't particularly interesting. Resigned to giving up, Carmy shifted a little and his finger nudged something. A small tingling jolt had him pausing. If that was it, he was certain he'd never understand the appeal of sex. So he tried again. It was on the edge of something and, as he probed to find what it was, he managed to press down on it with more force and accuracy than expected. Whole body convulsing in sudden pleasure, Carmy let out a moan and a bit of dribble plopped on his chest. Cock still soft, he watched the pool of come that was collecting.

A little more braced for the sensation, Carmy pushed down again. It was on the verge of too much and he blinked hard as his cock merrily spurted again. Pulling his finger out, Carmy flopped to sit bonelessly in the tub, gasping to catch his breath. He understood. Well, he partly understood. Muscles in his pelvic region pulsed gently in the aftermath as he pondered what it all was. The kind of sudden, almost forced pleasure was enough to jolt his mind into silence. Sleep was courting his conscious and he wanted to succumb.

Such pleasure wasn't one he wanted to share with anyone or have it given to him by hands outside of his own. The first experiment was a surprising success. Next step, Carmy was going to have to broaden his range in terms of width and depth. He was going to explore this even if it was the last thing he ever did.