Page 86 of Whirlwind

It was the last bit that he was especially excited about right now, since he took the other features for granted at this point.

He took a moment to study the new object in his hands. He’d long lost any sense of shame or incongruence in fondling what was, essentially, a disembodied dick. Yeah, it was floppy and squishy and moved oddly when you were holding it in your hand, but in the bigger picture, genitals were weird on people, too.

Right now, he focused on the artistry. It had been hand-painted with a silicon-based paint to give it realistic coloring, redder at the tip and blueish along the veins. The outer layer felt almost exactly like skin, and when he pinched it, the outer layer pulled away from the shaft.

The testicles at the bottom felt full and soft, but when you squeezed the wrinkled flesh, the firm testicles inside pressed back.

He’d chosen an uncircumcised model, since his parents hadn’t circumcised either of his brothers. Also, he thought foreskin was hot. He stroked the shaft, enjoying the way that the red tip poked out teasingly.

Basically, it looked like a cock.

Science was totally crazy sometimes.

He inserted the inner shaft, clicked it into the erect position, and gave the whole thing a squeeze. It felt right, with a good amount of resistance, but it would also narrow in response to pressure. This would be much easier for Ben to handle.

Then he flipped it around. The base of the packer made him snicker, even though he was excited about it.

When he’d ordered it, he’d gotten to choose the silicon shape that surrounded the small hole that he’d be sticking his biological dick into. The choices were a stylized vulva, an unenthusiastic mouth, or a miniature back and ass.

The ass was by far the funniest, so he’d gone with that. It was like there was half of a tiny person living in his dick. He smirked, letting loose his inner ten-year-old boy.

As funny as it was, he couldn’t wait to see how it felt. He swiped some lube into the small hole, feeling the suction against his finger as he withdrew. So far, this felt promising.

Switching to a packer also required a different harness, shaped more like a typical jockstrap, since the natural-looking balls didn’t give the same structure as the base of a dildo. He wished he’d had a chance to wash these, but he was pleased with the soft fabric.

And the crotchless design for easy access.

When he studied himself in the mirror, he was pleased with the result.

He liked how he looked. He might not be as tall and muscular as some, but he enjoyed his muscle definition, and the hair that decorated his chest.

His cock stood proud and erect, the balls dangling enticingly. There was a thin strip of black between the two parts of his anatomy, but it was easy to ignore.

He gave his cock a rub and moaned with the answering jolt on his biological erection. This was going to be good.

He just hoped he could make it good for Ben.

After debating getting dressed again, he decided against it. He threw on a pair of boxers over the jockstrap and gave himself a critical look in the mirror.

He’d bent the packer into a semi-hard state so that it still fit into his boxers. Yeah, he liked how he looked. He knew that Ben and Dakota would, too. He gave his cock one more rub through the fabric, enjoying the feel of it under his hand.

He could do this. Taking a deep breath, he strode back to the bedroom.

It was show time.

Parker took a moment to survey the scene in front of him. The gentle light of the bedroom glistened on Dakota’s pale, sweaty flesh, highlighting the beautiful red marks that crisscrossed their back.

Parker felt a pulse of arousal and pride. He’d made those stripes, he’d pushed the sub to those heights and left his claim visible for everyone to see.

Even better, his marks were intermingled with Ben’s. The angle and width of each welt told the story of who had put it there, a map of their shared passion and dominance.

Parker continued the feast of his eyes.

Dakota’s solid waist had neither the curves of a woman nor the muscles of a man, but was instead the perfect blend of both, just like the rest of them. Their ass was still reddened, showing the impact of two sets of hands, and as they leaned forward, their tiny rosebud and the pink folds beneath peaked out.

Their subservience was as beautiful as their body. They rested easily on their knees, joyfully content to serve between Ben’s muscular thighs.

Parker raised his eyes and for once looked his fill at the man who had made his pulse quicken for years.