Midnight Sphere [18+] [MxM] Ch. 02

Ashley opened his eyes to a familiar scene. Rushing waves, warm sand between his toes, the scent of salt spray, and cheap booze. The beach was his absolute favorite place in the world.

Too bad he had business to attend to, and anyway, he preferred real sun and surf. Not this simulation bull crap. He only helped Mark out initially because he was lonely in truth, and he needed a friend.

The man had stolen his heart. No, but really, he was seriously hot.

Silky, dark hair like chocolate that he didn't even need to style, deep, dark brown eyes, manicured nails, straight teeth (the only part of him that was), and perfectly smooth ivory skin.

He let Ashley top some nights even though Mark was a top himself. Not that he was obliged, but Ashley loved him for it more.

He was head over heels with him. At 31, he never thought he would find love again when his long-term girlfriend broke his heart, but Mark was everything that Clara had been and more.

Ashley had known Mark and Guy for several years and could see the splinters of their relationship. Mark moved in on him a few months later.

Now, at 32, Clara was more like a friendly acquaintance, and Ashley was more in love than he had ever been with the man he never thought of in that light before.

Ashley broke from his melancholic thoughts as a moan drifted along the breeze, leading to a tent set up on the shore. It was a massive tent, fully furnished, one made for beach parties and late-night drinking.

But instead of a table for drinks, an outstretched redhead lay on a massage table, glowing from head to toe, and not from a sunburn.

Clara was Patient 31 in the trials.

She agreed, quite enthusiastically, to try the MidnightSphereTM toy, and that proposition did not change after their own split. Speaking of splitting, it looked like she was getting a mouth, and pussy full of that proposition, as two oiled, muscled men spitroasted her to ectasy.

Ashley entered through the tent flaps, the cooler interior a relief as he was quickly heating up, dizzy with the blood rushing from his head at the sight in front of him.

Her moans quieted to short gags as the second man pummeled in and out of her throat, giving her a treatment that Ashley's cock could never compete with.

At three inches when fully erect, it had been a complaint of hers that he couldn't reach her depths. He had no problem with using toys to make her happy, letting her use his thigh as a grinding pad, and eating her out for an hour straight until she was in tears and pushing his head away.

But he couldn't hit her spots, she'd told him, like many other partners had before, she said. A size queen through and through, if the terrifyingly huge nine incher currently slipping out and ramming back into her pussy was any indication.

Funny, he hit Mark in a place that made him scream just as Clara was right at that moment. Ashley chuckled as he remembered making him come four times last night.

He thought perhaps people were made for each other.

In any case, this machine was not a place Ashley wanted to be for long, not for anything.

Mark initially approached him for not only the funds, as Ashley's mom was very loaded, but also to be involved in the trials, which Ashley declined.

Guy and Mark had been tinkering with this project for eleven years, longer than he had known them. Ashley wasn't bothered by the thought that this virtual world would never see the light of day, but if he believed anything now, it's that anything could happen.

Ashley didn't think he could wrap his own head around the machinations of the eight ball if he had a lifetime, and it disturbed him very much.

It was very strange to experience this fantasy she projected out, like a shared hallucination.

On the other hand, the other man pounding her pussy was pretty stacked. His cock pushed hard against his briefs as the digital man made Clara's ass clap.

He wondered how long she'd been here when he realized that he'd been watching this go on for a few minutes, watching an oblivious Clara, lost to her own pleasure.

The other finally slid out of her pussy at the same time she coughed and dribbled digital jism down her chin, a satisfied look like he'd never seen in her fucked-out eyes.

She giggled and sighed, as the man who was in her pussy flipped her around, kissing her asscheek and massaging the other one tenderly.

By now, Ashley was rock hard against his trousers, which, as he looked down, had somehow transformed into swim trunks.

Clara finally looked when Ashley gave a yelp of alarm, breaking out of their entranced state when they locked eyes from across the large tent.

More people entered the tent, a blonde and a brunette, though he pushed this to the periphery of his mind.

Clara's mouth gaped for the span of a few seconds.

"Ashley," she said in astonishment.

Ashley broke eye contact as he shuffled a bit sideways toward her. He probably looked like a crab, but he didn't want her to see what those two guys railing her did to him.

Clara lifted into a sitting position on the massage table, really looking at him like he was a creature from another reality, an interloper in her dreams, the screeching alarm that would first come in the form of a foghorn or a seagull, telling her it was time to wake up.

"Clara, it's time to get out," Ashley said.

"Get out?" she asked.

"Yes, you've been stuck in here for nine hours."

She appeared drunk on sexual pleasure, standing only to shift toward a red chair with golden tassels, where she lazily flopped down.

"But I don't want to leave. It feels so good here."

"Clara," he said. Ashley took her hands as he sat down. Her pupils were blown. She really was in another world. "You need to wake up, hon."

Clara sort of trapped him, falling over into his lap.

He took a deep breath, though it didn't help his growing problem.

"Where are you?"

"On your lap."

"Where did you set up your sphere, Clara?"

She peered past him at the vaulted point of the tent, as though searching her memory hard.

"I don't really know. Just take a look around my apartment, I guess?" she slurred.

Had she gotten drunk? High? Ashley hadn't considered this possibility. No drug would last this long, but it could explain how she'd gotten into this mess with no idea where she was or, worse, how to get out.

It was then that Ashley realized with a sinking feeling that he himself wasn't entirely sure how to exit this hallucination. Something he hadn't thought about before entering.

Ashley pulled at his hair, but in this plane of virtual reality, he didn't know how, but he couldn't feel any trace of the VR headset that sealed him in from the real world.

How did Guy get in and out?

Did Ashley ever broach that topic?

Oh yes, he had!

Guy told him to fuck off when he did, said his sexual escapades were none of his business, when he wastoo big of a weenieto step inside the machine and find out how it worked for himself.

His mind began to race.

Mark would pull him out eventually.

This thought slowed his heart before it could pound out of his chest.

Okay.

So this wasn't the worst place to be stuck for a while.

Now there were a total of eight people in the tent as a man and a woman entered. The two women who had entered earlier took the men who were pounding Clara away to cushions scattered around the tent.

Ashley stiffened in his pants harder than before, a haze falling over his mind as he watched the two couples making out. He wondered who was real and who was, in fact, an NPC.

The thought hadn't occurred to him that those men might be real people. He certainly hadn't memorized all one thousand names and faces in the trial.

The blonde yelped as the dark oiled man laid a smack to her asscheek. His dick grew impossibly hard as the blonde's ass rippled like a wave at the treatment.

Ashley wondered if that was a real woman, if she could really feel the grains of sand slipping away as a red handprint took its place on her skin.

Clara huffed as he shifted underneath her to give himself some relief.

"Clara, can you get off me?" he said.

She laughed like he'd said the funniest thing.

"I'll get you off, baby," she slurred, shifting up to straddle him.

It was like a cold splash over the warm haze rolling over his body and mind.

"What? That's not what I said. I'm not your bab-"

She put a finger over his lips.

Clara smirked.

"Just one lil kiss babe, it don't mean nothing."

Before he could protest, her lips silenced his in a sloppy kiss. He finally got hold of his senses and pushed her back, panting to catch his breath.

"Clara, what the hell!?"

She flopped back on the other side of the couch, laughing how she used to when they got off a carnival ride together. Ashley shook his head in confusion.

"What the hell kind of place is this?" he stuttered.

Something was very clearly wrong with her, affected by the toy, and the spike of worry would not dislodge fully from his chest now, as it occurred to him that he could be pulled in by it as well.

That he already was, a stupid head high more intense than any arousal he felt before, washing over him again like a wave carrying him alarmingly out from shore.

He tried to swim back, but it beat him back further, again and again. Ashley wanted to give in, to slip under the waves like these happy people here.

It's not like he had any way to get out.

Mark would pull him out, eventually.

Ashley attempted to communicate with Mark directly. He had to realize that Ashley had been in there for far too long by then. Maybe he could hear him.

It was worth a shot.

"Mark, is this some kind of sick joke? Do you think this is funny?"

He waited as his heart pumped. He was hyperaware of his trunks against his skin, of the cushion fibers at his back, all so real and unbearable.

No response from Mark.

He really was out to sea.

Clara was back on top of him, tracing a finger up his bare chest.

"Let's get those trunks off," she giggled.

She stripped him of the only anchor he had, holding him above the tide. Once she freed his dick it slapped against his stomach, and there was no escape from the tidal wave of desire.

Clara grabbed it like it was hers and lowered down.

He managed a half-formed protest before the air was knocked out of him, wet heat engulphing his entire length, while at the same time, the third couple slipped down next to them on the couch.

"Fuck, Clara," he breathed.

No.

This was wrong.

This was so wrong.

She lifted up and brought herself back down, pinning him in place. His head swam at how wet she was as she rode. Ashley was not going to last long.

How was it even possible his ex was fucking him? He couldn't get her pregnant, right? Aside from the fact that it was wrong, it was impossible, and that impossibility put a wall around his every fiber telling him to stop this.

None of this was real... but it was. It was real!

"Get off me!"

He pushed her.

"Ouch! What the hell... Ash?" For the first time since he'd entered the tent, she really looked at him. Clara blinked at him blearily. "Oh, Ash. Wait, how long have we been here?"

"Do you realize what you just did?" he said.

Her moment of clarity didn't last long.

She stood up laughing as though she'd just fallen over drunk, like nothing had even happened. Meanwhile, the couples all drifted toward the couch, where it devolved into an orgy.

"Clara, Clara, we need to go."

He shook her shoulder how he would when they both slept in at a hotel after a week-long rager, and they had to get up before the cleaners got pissed, but she was all too eager to slip into that fold of arms and legs, of pleasure and love.

How easy it would be to just give in, to feel a mouth or a hand wrap around where he ached even more now for release. No, no. Ashley stood, searching for the trunks that were nowhere to be seen, to his horror, and he was exposed to pairs of eyes that looked lustfully with that want that echoed through his bones.

Ashley pulled his curls in despair, his senses hanging by a thread.

"Damn it where the hell is Mark!?"