Part 9
âFuck!â Andy shouted.
The self-suck had made him even randier, and yetâdespite several folks whoâd happily testify he was rather good at giving headâhe found no relief there. Heâd probed the tip with his tongue and danced around the sensitive underside of the helmet, but despite being SUPER turned on, and feeling his balls gurgle with freshly made cum, he simply couldnât get release.
He found himself stalking into the kitchen and had the devices in his hand when he remembered his plan. Put them in the metal file cabinet, and then reboot his machine. So in they went.
He was in the hallway when he remembered he could probably look up some tech support on his phone without touching his PC. But that was a short-lived celebration; he simply couldnât get the site to load on his mobile phone. Instead, he got a message noting that the mobile version of the app would be available soon. Some help THAT was.
He considered his options again. Andy wasnât a tech nerd, but he wasnât stupid either. With the devices no longer on him, and inside a big metal box two rooms away, he figured he was safe enough. Worse came to worse, he could reboot. Yeah. That felt safe.
So he tapped the keyboard and woke up the machine, and there on screen was the confirmation window. Still asking:
YOU HAVE EXCEEDED RECOMMENDED USE. PLEASE CONFIRM REQUESTED ACTION.
[CONFIRM] [CANCEL]
If it was warning him, then canceling felt right. He didnât want to push it.
APPLYING EXTENSIONSâŠ
WARNING: DEVICES NOT FOUND
LOCATING BACKUP
Wait, what? Backup?
He glanced at the shipping box, but it was empty. Maybe it was some cloud thing?
REMOTE BACKUP LOCATED
UPDATING DATAâŠ.
He sat nervously for a moment.
UPDATED.
PLEASE RECONNECT REMOTE DEVICES
âNo thanks,â Andy said, But the popup window refused to go away.
âFuck it,â he said and rebooted.
God, it was taking forever, and the damned computer
still hadnât booted back up, and his dick was
still at epic levels of boner, and his ass was starting to feelâŠhungry?
Or maybe he was just hungry in general. Toast. Toast and eggs sounded good. Might even keep his mind off his turgid member and his empty butthole.
Two thick pieces of rye bread went into the toaster, and he quickly scrambled three eggs in a mug and dumped them into the pan with some butter. Normally, his technique was better, but he was hungry now. He spread the butter on his toast and had to fight his instinct to grab a handful of butter to stroke his dick.
Frankly, it was in the way. And his ass still tingled deep within.
He polished off the eggs and toast with a big glass of OJ, feeling his electrolytes could use a boost.
A ding from the PC let him know the reboot was done, and âŠyeah, it looked like it was successful. Good.
He satâfeeling the emptiness stillâand opened the control application. Yup, opened up just fine, but an alert warned him he had a pending device update and an admin message. Andy wasnât keen to apply the updates, so he looked at the other message.
NOTE: Mobile version for phone now available. Learn moreâŠ
No thanks, he thought.
Letâs see if we canât find the settings menuâah!
Andy found the menu and deselected the sleeve and probe. That should keep him out of trouble.
Damn, the buzzing in his ass was becoming more distracting. Maybe porn?
Thirty minutes of nonstop wanking (and a quick rummage for his own old lube rather than the stuff that came with his new toys), and Andy was getting desperate. He cursed himself for not having many other toys. He just couldnât get there, either with his finger up his ass or his hand on his cockâŠinstead, he felt like heâd been edging for hours.
Which, in fact, he had. And his cock was every bit as huge as it had gotten yesterdayâ15.6 inches. It felt thicker, though. Meanwhile, around back, heâd only managed to loosen his anal ring a bit, but couldnât get the right angle (or find the right shape) to reach his prostate.
He was really starting to lose his shit, and finally he found himself opening the metal cabinet and grabbing the bluetooth devices heâd had so much fun with last night. A tiny part of him was extremely worried and mentally shouting at him not to do itâŠ.
Too late, the louder voice said. Andy simply couldnât fight his own raging libido any longer. And the minute he touched the probe, he felt a brief shock, a faint buzz from deep inside. He grabbed the lube (not even noticing that he grabbed the new lube rather than his old stuff) and squirted a dollop on the toy.
He couldnât get it in his ass fast enough.
Instantly, the itch in his ass felt soothed, and he turned his attention to the large cock sleeve. Again, a mild zap as he touched it; he added a dollop of lube, and he began to shove his cock into it. As he suspected, as he entered it, it seemed to enlarge itself to accommodate him.
Andy couldnât believe how incredible it felt, and he closed his eyes in pleasure for a brief moment. How on earth did it feel that good? It wasnât
doing anything, it was just on him. Same with the probe.
He opened his eyes and glanced at the screen. He had his bluetooth switched off, just in case.
UPDATING BUTT BUDDY AND COCKSLEEVE FROM BACKUP DEVICEâŠ
What backup device? Andy couldnât figure it out, and heâ-
âOh shit,â Andy said. As before, the two devices seemed to get into a rhythm, with the squelching, sucking feeling on his cock being matched by the internal probe reaching new depths. Andyâs eyes rolled back as he leaned back and surrendered himself to the pleasure.
And unseen by him, the screen continued to updateâŠ
BUTT BUDDY AND SLEEVE UPDATED
SLEEVE SYNCHRONIZATION PATCH APPLIED
ENHANCED PROBE CONFIGURATION PATCH APPLIED
ENGAGING SYNCH MODE BY DEFAULT
He moaned softly, his eyes tearing up as the sleeve and probe shifted modes. The inside of the sleeve began to adapt, matching the sensors in the probe. And the probe began to adapt to the dimensions of the cock in the sleeve. Not yet used to his own more massive fucktool, Andy hadnât yet connected those dots.
Fuck, that probe is getting HUGE, Andy thought.
And the sleeve is getting tighterâŠ.
A particularly sharp brush against his prostate caused his ass to instinctively clench, and when he did, of course, the sleeve responded with a very calibrated constriction of its own. He felt his cock lurch and finallyâ-FINALLYâhe shot half a dozen powerful volleys of ball-juice into the large sleeve.
He lay panting and spent, barely able to form coherent thoughts. With effort, he sat up andâusing only keyboard controls because he didnât trust the mouseâtabbed into the control panel.
CALIBRATION COMPLETE.
PLEASE APPLY SEALANT BEFORE COMPLETING UPGRADE