The Chair

All that was in his universe, was the chair. He'd been there so long time had no meaning for him any more. The chair provided all of his needs, tubes snaked into his arms feeding him, keeping him alive. More tubes deep inside his penis and ass, removing waste as necessary. His eyes and ears were covered, in darkness and silence. He was alone. No physical contact, no companionship, no life.

The chair used to do one other thing. It used to get him off. It was the most high tech masturbatory device ever invented, capable of taking a person beyond their limits into astronomical highs of orgasm. That chair hadn't done that in a long, long time. It had shut down, left him trapped in nothingness, but refusing to let him go on to life. Life. That strange blue and green world outside of the chair, people, places, REALITY. How long had it been since he'd been there? The chair held him captive. Not here nor there, no where.

His toe twitched. He'd forgotten he even had toes in all this time. But there was no mistaking it, the big toe on his right foot had twitched inside the restraining boots he wore. Was it just his imagination? Or was there...

There it was again! This time his left foot! There was no mistaking it this time, something had ran up the bottom of his foot, teasing him, tickling him. It felt amazing! TOUCH! SENSATION! Something beyond this damnable existence of non-existing!

His ears were covered, but he could hear something... a faint buzzing. Something over his left shoulder, he could feel the hairs on the back of his arms rising with the static chill of the sound. Then a bolt, like a strike of some thunder god's hammer, hit his chest at his heart.

"God.. fuck... what's happening... is someone there? Please, god, is someone there?" he coughed, partially because of the pain in his chest, partially because dry unused lips hadn't spoken in so long. "Please... just let me go, get me out..."

But his words were frozen, replaced by chattering teeth and shaking body. Electricity bit into his nipples, both simultaneously. He couldn't see it, but blue arcs of fire danced between his nipples, singing his chest hair. His body bucked in the chair, shaking and instantly covered in a thin sheath of sweet.

It was the chair! It'd been so long he'd almost forgotten, but this was the chair! It was teasing his body, preparing him for sensations and pleasures he'd never thought to experience again. Instantly his cock became hard in the heavy sheath it was encased in. His balls twitched, and were gently tugged on, by their on encasement. His body was coming back to life, being coaxed back with each new sensation.

"Do you like that baby? Is that what you've been craving?" the husky male voice cooed to him through his headphones. It was the same sexy voice he remembered that used to tease and coax him through his sessions in the chair. "It's been a long time, you got plenty of jizz for me to lap up?"

Responding without even thinking, the man in the chair moaned back "I got so much you won't ever be able to handle it..."

"We'll see... we'll see..." the chair cooed in his ear.

Visions of a giant cock suddenly flooded his long dark eyes as the visor came to life. Blinded at first by the sudden image he blinked and shifted his head side to side to try and get away from it. But the sound of lovemaking bombarded his ears. He watched the giant cock, hard as a rock, nestle in close to another man's anus.

Meanwhile he felt the familiar probe tease his own ass, the chair moving it's device into position. he knew what it would be doing and his ass clenched and shivered in anticipation. "Fuck me... oh yeah, please oh please fuck me!"

The voice in his ear whispered "You want it baby?" He could feel tiny sensations traveling up and down his cock as the chair teased him, while the vision in his eyes showed a man stroking his throbbing meat.

The man in the chair cried, tears flowing out of his eyes and out the visor "Oh please... please just do me!"

"You asked for it!" the voice gruffly told him as the probe forcefully rammed up inside his tender ass. Visions of the big cock plunging into the man matched the motions of the chair. The man in the chair screamed, his body struggling against his bonds as the probe hurt like hell going in, but his body wanted it, NEEDED it so badly!

"Yes, yes, yes, yes!" he panted as the cyber cock thrust in and out of him. His own cock and balls were assailed with a myriad of vibrations and sensations as they were tugged, pulled and squeezed. Occasionally the electrodes on his nipples would spark to life, giving him new reason to scream in painful pleasure anew.

The images in front of his eyes and sounds piped into his ears started changing in rapid fire succession. Many men, all having hot sex, each thrusting and grinding, sucking and fucking. His mind and body were being deluged with sensations long forgotten. He was rising in exquisite ecstasy, exactly as the chair was programmed to do. Even more so due to his long imprisonment without any such feelings.

"Is this what you've wanted so badly? Is this what you've been waiting for?" the chair asked him, the nipple clamps squeezing and twisting the sensitive buds. The anal probe was thrusting deeper, swelling inside him while his cock hovered at the razor's edge of cumming.

"Oh FUCK yes! YES! Please, please just let me..." he begged, and it did. "...cum!" He ejaculated harder than any time he'd ever cum in the past. Somehow the chair had withdrew all of it's implements, bonds and devices in the moment right before he exploded because he felt the sticky hot cum shooting up his chest, a little falling on his mouth and face. It tasted oh so good as his lips reached out for their first taste of anything in so long.

His cock throbbed on his belly, continuing to shoot for a long time, until there was no more spunk to give, but still the hard dick continued to shake with each continuing orgasm. It was most certainly making up for lost time and stretching out this good feeling for as long as he possibly could.

Finally his breathing shallowed and the man realized he was free. The manacles on his arms and feet were gone. With one shaking hand he reached up and pushed the goggles off his head and pulled the ear muffs off. He stumbled naked and covered in his own cum out of the cyber chair that had been his prison. He immediately fell to the floor on his hands and knees, his body not ready to walk yet.

He was vaguely aware of a sputtering electronic sound and turned his head to see. It was the chair, it was sparking and whirring. It was dying. It had burned itself up in this one last use and now would function no more. His prison and lover were gone.

It was a long time before he managed to stand, but he made his way through the dusty room to the door. It was barely standing on it's hinges, he realized it was in a terrible state of disrepair. In fact, the entire room was that way, everything covered in a layer of dust, looking as if it'd been left untouched for years, decades perhaps?

He pushed and with an effort the door swivelled open. Blinding sunlight poured in, he shielded his eyes from the painful glare. He stepped out of the room and was surprised to find soft grass under his feet.

He looked around. The world was a lush green paradise. No hint of civilization anywhere around him, just the rubble of a building. The room he'd occupied was the only thing still standing.

He stared out at the world before him in wonder and shock. How long had he been in that chair? Had the world moved on without him? Was he the last human left on Earth...?