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xie lian isn't exactly the most internet-savvy person in the world. and he's also not exactly...sexually active. but he has needs. he has an itch to scratch, and no memories to draw stimulation from, nor a particularly impressive imagination.
everyone looks at porn on the internet, right? so during one unsatisfying, late night masturbation attempt, xie lian opens his laptop - opens an incognito tab in his browser - and goes searching. and to his surprise, he has no difficulty at all finding the content he's looking for. surely it should be a bit harder to access? he didn't think he would find such - such explicit material so quickly. but he clicks the first link, and a page loads to show a number of uncensored videos and a complicated array of categories.
he tentatively watches several of the most popular videos, but finds them all rather uninspiring. like the participants are just going through the motions. which, or course they are, it's all just a show. xie lian just expected a bit more....passion? where is the excitement? the moaning and numerous fluids? he doesn't know much, but he knows that sex isn't so pristine as these clips display.
he's about to give up for the night, his dick softening from the barely-hard state it was in, when he sees a video nestled in the bottom right of his screen. the thumbnail shows what he thinks is a dildo. or, dildo-adjacent - it's long and red and looks like it has a strange texture. not what he was looking for, but intriguing. xie lian clicks on it, waiting patiently for the page to load.
it turns out to be a solo masturbation video with what xie lian confirms to be a rather large tentacle-shaped dildo.
one very satisfying orgasm later, shoulder-length hair splayed out in a sweaty mess on his pillow, he's left wondering what the hell just happened.
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so it turns out, xie lian has a thing for monsters. an interest, an indulgence, a - a fetish, if you will. his cheeks heat just thinking about it. the morning after his first foray into such content, he's sitting at his cubicle trying to scream in his head in case one of his co-workers is a mind reader and knows what sins he has committed.
but nothing happens, he isn't cornered next to the printer like he feared. he goes to work as usual, goes to his yoga classes as usual, meets up with feng xin and mu qing as usual.
and slowly, the little folder in his computer bookmarks fills up. he returns to the video from the first time and visits all of the related clips in the sidebar. he discovers a whole world of people using unusually-shaped toys and strange props. there's dildos shaped like various mythological creatures or animals, roleplaying videos, expansive productions with an entire set arranged to convey a specific fantasy world.
he develops favourites. and during one particular arousal-fueled exploration, he discovers the wonders of animation. to his simultaneous joy and dismay, this opens a whole new world of jerk-off content, and that night ends with him cursing at his sore, over-worked dick at 2am.
(and maybe his ass as well, but he doesn't like to think about that during lucid hours)
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it all comes to a head when he gets a bonus at work. the extra income is the perfect excuse for his to purchase something he's been side-eying for weeks.
he buys a dildo. nothing extreme, just a small, blue thing with a few details. (and also a knot.)
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"oh, did you get that bonus from work?"
"i did!" he tells shi qingxuan, "last week."
they raise their eyebrows, "do you know what you're going to use it for?"
i know exactly what i'm going to use it for, xie lian thinks, clutching his sad paper cup of tea in tense hands.
"just some repairs around the house, the door handle has been playing up again," he says instead.
"the one in the bathroom? xie lian, i told you when you moved in that place was beyond repair - " and off they go. xie lian sighs.
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today is the day. according to the tracking website, his package was supposed to arrive today between the hours of 9am and 6pm. luckily, xie lian is working from home today. he didn't think he could handle having to collect it at the post office if he missed it. what if the employees recognized the label? the site said discreet packaging, but he had suspicions.
he's halfway through lunch when the door buzzes. his poorly assembled sandwich is forgotten, dropped on a plate and tossed to the side as xie lian leaps up. he swings the door open with enough force to slam it against the wall.
the delivery man stares. xie lian stares back, glasses askew. amidst the rush of adrenaline, a single thought filters into his conscious mind.
oh no, he's hot.
then,
oh no, he's holding my weird monster dildo.
"package for...xie lian?" his voice is deep and smooth, matches his face perfectly.
"ah," xie lian manages, "yes, yes that's me."
"great! this is for you," the man says, handing over the package. is that a smirk on his beautiful face, or is xie lian just paranoid? "enjoy, sir."
the guy whirls around, long dark hair fluttering behind him as he strides away.
xie lian is frozen in the open doorway for an embarrassing amount of time. that was the most attractive man he's ever seen. the roguishly disheveled braid. the burning mahogany eyes. the tattoo creeping out from the neck of his ugly mail service uniform.
and - yes, the package. the item. with a quiet hum, xie lian closes the door - checking his wall for damage - and hurries over to the kitchen to fetch a pair of scissors. he has a work meeting in an hour, but that might be just enough time....
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unfortunately, an emergency call interrupts xie lian from his loving caresses as he washes the toy. to his dismay, the next several hours are taken up by work and he doesn't get a break again until his work day finishes.
one quiet dinner later finds him finally sitting down on his bed with his new purchase. leaning back into the pillows, he runs his hand up and down the soft surface, eyes glazing a little with the imaginary scenarios it invokes.
within several minutes, he's stripped down to just a soft undershirt. eager fingers dip down between his thighs. his cock is already stiffening, sensitive, and his hips twitch as he takes himself in hand. the up-and-down friction is dry but satisfying, though his other hand is soon reaching to his beside table for lube. he coats two fingers and traces his hand down between his thighs. both digits slip inside his hole with ease, and he rocks them back and forth to build up a slow rhythm. xie lian spreads his legs further with a quiet moan, and rolls his head to the side to consider the toy.
after he spends a few minutes stretching himself out, he wriggles a little against the bedsheets and pulls his fingers from his body with a slick sound that makes him blush. he grabs the toy and dribbles an excessive amount of lube on it, and takes a moment to appreciate the sight once more before it's pressed against his hole.
the pointed head slips inside smoothly. it's a little cold, but soothing with the slight burn of a stretch. soft silicone teases his rim, stimulating all the right nerves. his thighs are twitching with each gentle thrust of the toy, the next couple of inches pushing in and making him whine, making his toes curl against the bedsheets. something nudges against his prostate with a certain movement - the head of the toy. repeating the motion a few more times is enough to make his cock dribble precum; his undershirt is definitely going to need washing.
but he didn't buy the toy just for this part. ever so slowly, his entrance is stretched wider around the thick bulge at the base of the toy. xie lian cries out at the sensation, the unusual shape forcing it's way inside of him. the swirl pattern on the toy catches against his entrance with each movement, it's nearly too much. on his back, pinned open - he can almost feel someone, something, towering over him to take it's pleasure, it's strange cock spearing him wide and filling him with cum.
xie lian's free hand grips his leaking cock and moves. he comes the moment the entire knot of the toy slips inside of him; it stretches him so wide, fucks him open and desperate. his hips shudder uncontrollably, his cock spurting cum all over his hand and shirt. the toy is just so big, it leaves him twitching and clenching.
a good minute later, xie lian comes back to himself, panting, arms falling to the side, legs still spread.
it may have been expensive, but the toy was definitely worth it.
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hua cheng stops moving right at the bottom of the rickety staircase. takes a few deep breaths, tries not to vibrate out of his mailman uniform.
holy fuck, that was the hottest human man he's ever seen. and, if hua cheng recognised the label correctly, he was into weird sex toys.
he didn't really look the type - all neutral colours, kind brown eyes, he was wearing a fucking cable knit sweater! but in hua cheng's experience, the sweetest looking ones were the wildest, and that man was the sweetest thing he's ever seen.
relaxing his shoulders and letting a pleased smile creep across his face, hua cheng strides out the door and back to his van. he'll definitely be requesting this route more often.