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-A VHS tape was lifted from a dusty box, its labeled scratched off. You slid the tape into the VHS player, black filled the screen, a crackling noise came from the old machine. Moments passed before the white noise settled. The TV screen went white before displaying the image. A living room was shown, one which you recognized. The set-up was simple. A meager couch, side table, and TV occupied the space. An area was left open where a coffee table would go. Sounds of things distantly shuffling around were heard off-screen. A radio clicked on. Soft music began playing, too muffled to make out the words, only bits of the melody could be made out. Heeled footsteps approached, carrying itself further towards the camera before stopping right off-screen. A pale green sleeve poked into the frame, its wearer unseen. Clearing their throat, a man stepped into the frame Only his midriff was visible, his lower and upper half cut off by the camera. Green silk was hung from his body, a robe being worn. After adjusting the camera, they stepped back, their entire body being displayed on the recorder.-
“I hope this is okay,” Kira Yoshikage spoke to the camera, looking down at the mounted tape recorder, “I’ve never done this before.” They seemed awkward, hands fumbling with the cinctures of their robe. With a shaky breath he began undoing the strings, taking his time with the expensive material. Waves of green silk fell from his figure as he slid the silk robe off, puddling onto the floor below. The man’s body was lean, yet muscular. His face gaunt with angular features. Sunken eyes peered downwards at the camera as he ran his hand from his chest to his hips. Their movements felt clunky and forced, as if he wasn’t quite sure what to do.
Thin purple lingerie covered his chest and crotch, a garter belt connecting his panties to matching stockings. The small patch of fabric was barely concealing his erection, a wet spot having already leaked through. Kira gave the recorder a few more seconds to admire his body before stepping away, retrieving a bag. He set the bag on the floor along with himself. The camera couldn’t see much of him, only seeing the bed of bleached blond hair on his head. Quickly noticing the problem, Kira leaned forward to adjust it so that he was visible once again.
They sat back with their knees raised, feet planted on the ground and legs spread. Kira leaned back, relaxing his shoulders. Black hair covered his legs, arms, and stomach in thick patches. Reaching down, they took hold of the panties, lowering them to their knees. He looked antsy as he took hold of his cock, giving it a hard squeeze which wrung a moan from him, the tip already leaking pre-cum.
“F-..Fuck,” they whined, taking a sharp breath. He stroked himself, using the salty dribble to slick his length. Kira's eyes were hazy as he looked into the camera's lens, mouth slightly agape. Taking his bottom lips between his teeth, he gnawed at the tender flesh. With a few more wet strokes, Kira pulled his hand away, wiping it off on the carpet, pulling his panties up as he did so. His attention was back on the bag. Hand inching towards it, they undid the strings and pulled out a small bottle and set it aside for now.
Kira shifted his stance, now lying on their side, raising a stocking covered leg in the air. His legs were muscular, the muscles flexed and twitched from being strained. Bringing his hand up, Kira shoved two fingers into his open mouth, licking over them. Tongue lolling between the thin, bony digits, completely drenching them in saliva. They moaned for the camera, his cold cobalt eyes trained forward at the imaginary viewer. With a grotesque pop, he pulled his fingers away.
Spit slicked fingers lowered, moving past his crotch and towards his rear end. He pushed his panties aside, spreading his cheeks, before pressing his two fingers against his rim. Teasing his hole, Kira encircled the twitching muscles with wet fingers, briefly breaching the hole before pulling them away then repeating it all over again. Their patience was wearing thin, brows drawn tightly together and breath picking up. Finally, Kira pushed a single finger inside himself. Quickly adjusting to the small protrusion, they added another. Moving the digits in and out, spreading them apart with each outward motion, Kira mewled. They began feeling around their insides, trying to locate that sensitive bundle of nerves.
Prodding a certain spot, a wanton moan slipped out. Knowing he’d found it, Kira continually curled his fingers, so he’d brush over it with each stroke. The two fingers weren’t enough, they needed to be fuller.
Kira withdrew his fingers. He flicked the bottle lid open, squirting lube from its container onto four fingers. Lube dribbled down his hand, slicking all the way to his wrist. This time, he shoved three into his ass, immediately using them to assault his prostate. Kira keened at the sensation, his legs shaking. Soon they added the fourth finger. With each curl of the digits and prod against his prostate, he neared ever so closer to his oncoming orgasm.
Feeling like he was stretched open well enough, they withdrew their fingers, pushing his entire fist in. The feeling was overwhelming, having never been this full before. Wanting to experiment a bit more, Kira twisted his balled fist, his entire insides felt as though they were shifting. He pulled his hand out then plunged it back in, twisting and turning his fist with each stroke, repeating this a few times. Before even reaching his fifth thrust, Kira came with a yelp, soiling his panties, cum soaking through the material.
Taking a few moments to bathe in the post orgasmic bliss, Kira pulled his fist out, grunting uncomfortably as he did so. He wiped his hand off before sitting up. Once again, they began digging around the bag. He pulled out a large, pink dildo, it’s length a bit over 9in (23 cm). Making quick work, he doused the object with lube, making sure the entirety of its shaft was covered.
Kira set the toy aside as he knelt over, knees under him and ass raised in the air, so the camera could have a full view of his plump ass. He completely slid his underwear down, letting it rest right under his ass cheeks. Using one hand, they spread their cheeks apart, their hole loose and oozing excess lube. For the camera, Kira gave a little shake of the hips, smirking to himself as he did so. Now ready, he picked up the toy, lining it up with his ass. Slowly and carefully, he slid it in. The dildo filled him up much better than either his fingers or fist. He was filled entirely, brim stretched to fit in the girth of the shaft. The tip brushed against his prostate, pulling a meek moan from them.
Allowing themselves a second to adjust to the large size. Kira took in a sharp breath as he unsheathed the toy from his bowels, his hole twitching as he did so. The empty feeling now felt strange. They thrusted the shaft back in, hitting his prostate dead on, the wind being knocked from him. He began at a slow pace, fucking himself deeply, with long and hard thrusts. With each pass against his prostate, his core tightened, a second orgasm already building up. Their erection dragged against the carpet, pre-cum gradually dripping onto the floor. Every pass of the toy would cause their entire body to lurch forward, which in turn caused great friction on their cock.
Kira moaned out, burying his face in the carpet to muffle the feminine noises. He was so close that it hurt, his cock-head an angry red. Arching his back more, he shoved the plastic shaft in harder, deepening the angle. Legs shaking, they were just about to cum before stopping, slowing the thrusts down. With a frustrated cry, Kira began rutting his groin against the floor, humping the carpet like a dog in heat.
Edging himself gave the man a sick sense of pleasure. He loved it, but at the same time was angry. Tears welled in his eyes, a few droplets falling down his cheeks. Successfully halting his orgasm, Kira picked up the pace once again, returning to roughly fucking himself open. Their ass sucked the dildo all the way in, meeting the base each time.
Quickly, that same knotting sensation began building up again, his cock stirring. This time he wouldn’t stop himself. Honestly, Kira wasn’t sure that he could even try to. The way his entire body was shaking, and the loud whines spilling from his with each passing on the toy. It was too much. Kira froze, he came with a cry, head tilting back, spilling his seed onto the living room’s carpet, eyes squeezed shut. Continuing to fuck himself through his orgasm, Kira successfully milked himself dry.
Their chest heaved, working on calming down. He was thoroughly fucked out but could not stop there. Slowly, they sat up, pulling the dildo out and dropping it onto the ground. Kira looked over his shoulder at the still running camera. His face was sweaty and flushed, hair knotted and sticking to his forehead and neck. Fully turning around, still sitting on his knees.
Kira's bralette was crooked, barely covering his nipples. He quickly adjusted it. Taking hold of the used and dirtied toy, Kira lubed it up once again. He suctioned the bottom to the ground, moving to hover over it. Making quick work, they sunk down onto the shaft, spearing himself open. This angle was much deeper, being able to feel every inch of the toy inside himself.
Starting out a bit slow, Kira circled his hips, getting an overall feel of it. He liked this. He liked this a lot. Knowing the camera was watching, they wanted to make a good show for it. So, he took hold of his own cock, squeezing it, before slowly stroking himself, twisting his hand with every upward motion. Kira was ready, they pulled themselves off the toy’s shaft and slid back down. The head of the cock penetrated him deeply, he could practically see stars.
In time with him bouncing on the plastic cock, Kira stroked his own shaft. He looked directly at the camera, wanting it to see his reddened face. The small amount of eyeliner they’d been wearing was smudged and messy. His brows were pulled together and his mouth hanging open, spilling silent noises of pleasure and want. Taking his hands off of his member, not wanting to cum too soon, he raised them to slip under his bra.
Kira gave both his nipples a pinch before pushing his bralette up and out of the way. His nipples were a light brown, the buds perky and begging for attention. He rolled the buds between the pads of his finger, pinching them lightly. Their chest had always been very sensitive. With a groan, Kira twisted his nipples, the slight twinge of pain only making it better.
He continued moving on the toy, never stopping. His movements were unsteady and sloppy, being too focused on his own pleasure rather than making the show look nice. Kira felt like he was close again, the tightening of his groin happening all over again. His hands flew back down to his penis, gripping onto it. Kira spat a wad of saliva down, coating his prick so he could fuck his fist with ease.
Stopping the bounces, Kira instead ground his hips down, letting the shaft rub roughly against his prostate. This worked well enough as he came within seconds. This orgasm was much weaker, barely anything came out. Still, Kira was now satisfied.
He pulled his soiled panties back up and fixed his bra. Kira was far too tired to clean up yet, instead he slumped against the couch, working on catching his breath. He gave the camera a passing glance, and decided to turn it off in a moment. What he’d just recorded was for his eyes only, but the thought of someone else watching exited him. But who knows? Maybe someone would watch the footage in later years.