#RichardDickinson

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Review Time 4

The blue bindings around his wrists tied themselves to the other side of the table, keeping him secured on the surface.

It was a lot less careful. The circulation in is wrists will suffer. And, of course, several thin strands of blue did disappear in the back of his pants, causing a gasp. And a moment of clenched teeth.

After that, and a clearing of his throat, Richard wrapped his fingers around the edge of the table and grabbed. Good, secure grip: “Ah… well. This…”

He coughed, while his pants got pulled downwards, slowly exposing his behind. Which… involved a lot more wriggling than was strictly necessary, possibly.

“… a lot more… ah… common idea. Very popular,” he did grab the table a little harder in intervals, wrestling with his composure, “It picks up easily, what you find interesting. What might feel sexy to you, what might be – ah,” he shuddered, got the slightest bit disoriented, clenching his whole body “… ah… it… yeah it… would want to be able to… feed from you again. If you don’t decline the option. Which… which I don’t cause… cause demonstration,” there was the tiniest bit of sweat on his brow, making him squirm when another tendril joined.

Richard squirmed, letting his pants fall - in a rather undignified manner - to his ankles.

Somewhat undignified in general: being bend over the table, trousers held back only by his boots, being opened slowly, still very blindfolded. Alone with his thoughts.

“An angel ‘spearing’ a demon is… low hanging fruit… works well after orgasm, it does,” he wriggles toes and fingers.

“‘S just… a bit different, this… with you. Seems like I think,” he looked a little sheepish, even without his eyes being visible.

The blue spread over Richard’s back, pressing him on the table, kneading his muscles there. Causing a sigh, a very slow shudder, difficult to suppress, pinned on the table like that.

The massage continued, moans startled out of a willing body in a very compromised position.

He could barely move, putting him entirely on the receiving end of the treatment.

“Sss very pleasant,” he says, slightly slurred.

When the tendrils retreated, he sounded a little winded, taking rapid breaths, before they wrapped themselves into one thick, short tendril and re-entered in one stroke.

He made a keening noise, air once again gone, breathing and getting nothing.

The wriggling was replaced by thrusts now, slowly moving to set up a pace, the pressure on his back not relenting – as if it was leaning on him, gaining leverage.

There were clear goosebumps, his whole body somewhat prickly, blue ‘hands’ roaming over it and his voice. It was a lot more difficult to hold any noise back when his head was already pounding, adding up in pressure and sensations and confinement.

The buildup continued and raised until it was too much and his body gave up.

 When he came it seemed a little helpless, hidden by the table and his legs, but releasing the tension in his body.

After rising it out, the creature lapped up all evidence, as before, changing colour and curling up into a more manageable form. Hands, legs and back freed.

Meanwhile… Richard breathed deeply and relaxed his somewhat hoarse throat. He also pulled his pants back up.

After a minute, he pointed at the approaching creature, said: “No, back home!” and it crawled back into the box.

He locked it again.

After he let out a breath between his teeth, he shoved the tie up into his hair, looking at the camera with a bit of a wobbly smile: “Ah. Yes. So, that’s part one. Where you… saw what happens when you go I with a fantasy that… gets a bit out of hand… in a.. well, in a good way, I did thoroughly enjoy myself. Certainly more relaxed”

HE took a deep breath: “Yeah. Ah. Imagining someone certainly gives an eytra-kick,” he turned the slightest bit pink.

“But… yes, I shall think of something even more… showy the next time. More abilities. See you in part two”

He waved and smiled.

Then the camera switched off.

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Only to switch on again, with ‘part 2’ written in the down right corner and Trevor pressed pause.

And looked down on his filled notebook pages.

That… was something

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Reviewtime 3

Richard sighed with the opening of his pants, a slight shudder running through him. His reaching hands immediately  and more effectively – restrained over his head.

Not able to hide his body in any way, Richard at least pouted – a token protest: “No fair, not letting me touch. But accurate, unfortunately… at least I would assume s-”

Another hiss interrupted him, when the next button was opened and an appendage and slipped inside- Slipped and grabbed and liberated.

Dick stood to attention. Wrapped in blue and pressured in a seeming rhythm. Ricard breathed deliberately.

One of his legs still slipped from it’s angled position, scrambling to find a foothold. but giving up soon enough, breathing through the blue ministrations, his pants still in place.

It did – still – nothing to obscure the view.

Which was somewhat obscene, since something should. Like a hand. Or anything else, coaxing tiny noises from him, making Richard flush nor only in teased area, but also his chest and… ears.

Certainly not unaffected.

“S- ‘s somewhat… embarrassing… that,” his feet dragged over the fabric of the sofa, teeth clenched and trying to breath in a controlled fashion.

The blue mass spread partially over his body, he leaned his head back and breathed. One. Two. Keeping it together while his dick twitched – very noticeable since it was still on full display, no discernible movement to be made out around it, Richard writhed and tugged at the strings around his wrists uselessly.

“M… mh keeping the fantasy… ah-hh … to… myself. This time,”  he looked really a bit stricken, and got pressed into the couch with a gasp.

Richard laid there, squirming, and everything moved just the slightest bit, he arched his hips upwards and-

Came with a shudder, an exhale. Trembling, changing the translucent blue into opalescent, obscuring the few properly.

I was almost more indecent.

He made a conscious effort to stretch his fingers, the indentation in his hands still visible.

A somewhat silent affair throughout.

More subtle.

Now, of course, Richard gasped for air, breathing harder than usual and trying to regain his composure.

He tried to wipe his brow with his wrist, but he was still bound, giving up soon enough.

“Aaand… just like that… ah… there… there is no mess,” he said, smirking.

And he was right, the opalescence was gone.

Unlike the ties around his hands. Wrists.

Richard took three more deep breathes, looking slightly puzzled when he noticed said remaining part of the creature.

Until he was pulled forward on the table, belly first.

“OH” – he sounded very red.

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Review-time 2

Richard held his hand out to the blue blob, which crawled over and around is arm, growing in length and curling around it.

“As you can see, it does what I want it to do,” for emphasis, the creature wrapped itself up and down his arm, “This is not the slightest bit arousing and doesn’t feed the creature whatsoever, so… really, no gain. You can’t let it go unfed and in this place for too long or it will just… kind of fall asleep” It did get a bit slower, for show or for the indicated reasons was… unclear.

“It is much more active when you are in the mood to indulge it… and your thoughts go in the ‘right’ direction” The now worm-alike creature did perk up when Richard closed his eyes, relaxing. It slithered towards his throat.

“You can imagine anything, really. And the creature will try to facilitate the needed the motions to make it seem… real…” In fact, no choking occurred – the creature slipped under his tie and pulled, leaving a little colouring on Richard’s face and his body lifted just that little bit off the surface. The anchor for the pull was on the couch itself, thin contact-points to stabilise the motion, steady and strong – the creature was… sturdy.

“In this case… one could have imagined you to be… a little fed up with flirting, but never making the first step into anything more physical,” the tie unravelled from around his neck and he fell back onto the sofa, a lopsided grin on his face. The knot got pulled out of the fabric with a snap.

“Since I can’t really do that, it could happen and- ah?!” Richards eyes flipped open when the tie got wrapped around his head, used as a blindfold, momentarily making his hands jerk up to remove.

He relaxed after a moment: “… there are… adjustments, even if you imagine something. Fitting ones. Interesting ones” He ran his hand over his arm for emphasis, pointing “See? Goosebumps.  Err… you... don’t like surprises, so… it would not happen” While he spoke, the blue strings secured the tie, pulled the knot straight, settled it sideways on Richard’s head, “I, on the other hand am… actually very fine with them, so…”

“Oh—” Again, “Ah… I… would have wanted you to… settle on my lap, so that… easily translates as well,” he laughed, the blue visible on his lap, apparently applying pressure.

“This might be more interesting to watch if I didn’t explain everything, mh?” he moved on the couch, wriggling to get more comfortable. “Ah… or not. Since it’s a review”

The blue strings traced down his throat and slowly unbuttoned his shirt, moving over his skin as soon as it was more visible: “Well. Since you… like I said, should take the initiative, undressing me is certainly part of the process, exploring as soon as the skin is available, of course I can always help-” he moved to the next buttons, speeding up the proce-

SLAP.

He pulled back.

There was a bit of pink around his nose, when he said: “Or… not letting me help is also a possibility, of course”

Blue strings traced along his throat, over his Adam’s apple, along his collar bones, exposing his chest and stomach a bit more with each button. His skin twitched when the blue moved lightly over his abdomen, making him bite his lip.

There was nothing to shield Richard’s body from view, seeing that the creature was translucent, spread so thin.

His shirt showed down his arms, inch by inch, until his hands were free, just to be caught by the wrists and held in place while…

“Ahahah,” the shirt was pulled out from under Richard, straightened and folded. To be then deposited on the table, “I… I even have to deal with accura-“

He pulled his legs up with a hiss: “Ah. Ah. Yes. Grinding is another thing I… imagined, it’s rather.. ah… poorly represented, not much substance, but my pants are getting tighter and-

This was the moment the first button of his pants popped open, too.

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 Trevor hit Stop.

Took a breath and got up to drink a glass of water.

And a whiskey.

He took the glass…  and then the bottle to the couch.

A good swig did have a nice burn down his throat, centring himself.

So.

He sat down again.

A review.

Done just for him. A review for him because he asked.

He would watch this.

Yes? It couldn’t be that bad.

The video un-paused.

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Review-time

„I know you don’t want it, but you did want a review. So… here you go! It’s a two-parter!” The words rang in Trevor’s ear when he put down the heavily chained box on his living room table.

He narrowed his eyes at the offending thing. And then looked at the keychain holding the key.

It dangled.

Right next to a USB-stick. With, apparently, a two-part review…

…

… of a weirdly sentient sex-toy.

Because it might be ‘good for him’.

Why was Richard such a weird man.

Ricard still wanted to get in his pants, but instead gifted him a sex toy for… relaxation. Stress relief, he said.  

It was especially odd because he seemed almost embarrassed when he handed over the key. The ‘almost’ only added since man was incapable of embarrassment.

 Trevor stared at the stick again.

Well.

Richard can’t concentrate all that long, maybe he just needed to cut together the explanation of the damn thing. Maybe it needed… walks. Or a good brushing once in a while.

Weirder things can – have – happened.

Richard was a busy man. But had put in effort and time to… make this.

With a sigh, he got up and stuck the stick in his TV. How bad could it possible be, really.

Sitting down with pen and paper, Trevor pressed play.

  Blue eyes blinked into the camera. Squinting, widening, suspiciously poking it.

With a resolute, final nod, he let the thing go and it flew away from him, showing four more buzzing cameras. Revolving a little around him before it settled somewhere in front of Richard, appearing in a dress-shirt, tie and cufflinks.

With the box. Possibly Richards box.

Fair enough.

He knocked on the box: “This… is our product for review today” He lifted the thing and turned it around: “Or, well. The inside of the box, naturally. It’s my own, very personal Frederik-produced lust-creature”

He put the box back down.

“And I did want to do this like a showman, but since the video is for you… I’ll try to keep the surprises to a minimum,” he said, smiling warmly.

“So, information first. What is in this box?” He still looked up like he awaited an answer, then continued, “It is a portal. A very small portal. To the cage the creature resides in.

“It is a creature somewhat related to a lust-beast, but not really thinking for itself. It only knows how to be hungry. And, well, the origin already gives you a very good idea what it is hungry for. It’s a fairly easy idea and it satisfied a surprising amount of people. But…”

Richard held up a finger and pointed smugly at the camera.

“… but that would be just a bad idea. Taking just a rampant little lust-beast wouldn’t be very personal now, would it. No, it also has a part of me inside of it. Which attunes it to my very being. And is very, very hungry for my sexual energy. And does exactly what I desire. After all, the energy is most delicious if I get exactly what I want

“Ah, but I see you now, shaking your head and scrunching your nose,” he did just that, possibly for emphasis, “ ‘You are a demon, telling me about this, there is certainly a trick behind it!’, you say, ‘You can’t trust this fiendish thing!’ “

His expression turned into an uppity frown: “For shame, I say, because this critter wants noting more than invoke pleasure!”

Then he shrugged, with a sigh: “But of course you are a little bit right. You should not take it out of it’s cage when you are not in the mood for anything ‘naughty’,” he did mimic the air-quotes, “Because it WILL be hungry. And while it will do what you want it to do, concentrating on what exactly you want it to do can become… difficult. It knows exactly what you need for an interesting, very arousing experience. Even if you are not entirely aware of it yourself. It will also play out fleeting fantasies, however embarrassing”

Once again, a finger got raised: “But again. You are in control. If you actually do not want the critter to continue, it will immediately back off. A strong thought is enough. You should test this a bit before trying it out properly. Oh, and if you realise it was actually rather enjoyable, of course it can resume any and all activities,” he whispered, aside, with an actual wink.

Visibly thinking, rubbing his chin, he played with the lock on his own box, then shrugged: “Right. Ethics. You probably think: Is this thing sentient? Aaaand the answer is: no. The only reason it’s reacting to anything at all is the bit of my… essence inside of it. Curtsy of a feather. It got merged with a lust-beast-‘base’ – you know Frederik - and got stuck a few abilities into it. The spark of ‘life’ is my feather. It only really reacts when I’m close. It’s kind of a really advanced machine. But it has no thoughts. No mind. Ethics are fine! For once

“What else, what else… mmmh… it’s not much to look at. A little formless. It can shift its form, though - can be soft or hard, can become bigger and smaller, lighter and heavier… it doesn’t eat... except, you know, the obvious… But it REALLY isn’t anything to look at, it only does what’s necessary to create stimulation, closing your eyes is your best bet”

“AH! I forgot the best part! You will love this! It cleans up after itself! Before you order it back into its cage, it takes all parts of itself and any mess you might have created into itself and shrink to it’s original miniature size! It’s very nice”

For a few more second, he sat and frowned, then flicked the lid of his box open, leaning back on… a lounge couch, apparently – the camera shifted accordingly.

“Aaaand… that’s it, I suppose! And… it’s been a long time, but… time to demonstrate!”

From the box, a pretty small mass of… blue appeared in the box, wobbly and inert, until Richard touched it.

It started moving towards him.