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fladan83 · 1 year
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the-berf · 7 months
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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.
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sleepyslut13 · 1 year
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Date idea: we both sit on a sybian and first to give up has to buy Starbucks all week 🖤
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theunsafesoup · 2 years
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If I ever get fuck you money I’d want to buy a sybian or similar item. If I had a partner I’d beg them to fulfill a fantasy of mine, if not I’d see if someone would be interested in a hook up.
I want to be strapped down tightly to one, no way to escape. A dildo attachment snugly in me. I’d beg to be gagged and have them choose how long I’d be on it.
Maybe they’d use a ring gag so they could fuck my helpless throat. Maybe a ball gag or nice cloth one. Maybe they’d just watch me, helpless and screaming in pleasure and overstimulation.
Once they decide I’ve had enough time on the sybian, they unhook me press my face into a pillow or the couch so they can fuck my holes themselves
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