SoleAction
TMF Regular
- Joined
- Jan 19, 2003
- Messages
- 265
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Jimmy stood before his exclusive creation, his "life's work," as he had called it from the very beginning of the planning process. Its manufacture, with the help of a startup run by two young engineers, had taken almost a year because they were still waiting for AI components.
Jimmy felt a shiver run through his body in waves, again and again, as he gazed at his machine, which stood before him in black and silver.
After extensive research, he was absolutely certain: before him stood the first and only prototype of an AI-controlled tickling machine.
It stood before him, proud and heavy. The creators had told him it weighed around 180 kg and that they could probably reduce the weight by about 50 kg. However, 150 kg was apparently the minimum weight for the necessary stability, and this was also comparable to that of a standard treadmill. With lockable casters, it would also be mobile within a building in the future.
Jimmy had had to shell out a five-figure sum for it, but with the marketing rights together with the team, plus a worldwide patent, this amount seemed like a sound investment. Today he wanted to test the machine at home immediately, right there and then; he had been waiting for this sacred moment of "inauguration" for months. But where was Mary? He had told his girlfriend that he wanted to put a unique machine into operation in her presence today. He had only hinted at how the device worked, to keep it a bit of a surprise.
Mary was a casual acquaintance he knew from climbing. He had chosen her for this "inauguration ceremony," as he called the moment, because she was particularly easygoing and uncomplicated in every way. Even though their relationship had only been platonic so far, it was characterized by openness, free from any complications or suspicion. Mary was going to bring some semi-dry sparkling wine and accompany him during the first test. She knew he would be completely naked and strapped to a machine, making him a defenseless object. This only made things more exciting for Mary and gave Jimmy a sense of security.
Jimmy stood half-undressed and excited in front of his machine. He sent a message asking when she would arrive and she answered that she would be about half an hour late. He should get started, she said, because after she arrived she would only have fifteen minutes for a glass of champagne. He should start now, leave the apartment door unlocked.
He was euphoric. Great that Mary was keeping her word, and he wanted to begin the test immediately. Perhaps it would be nice if she didn't notice his initial nervousness... he thought, and went into the kitchen where he had a packet of "blue pills." Although he could already feel his erection growing in his pants, a sustained erection was essential for the device's orgasm function to work, and he had therefore obtained a low-dose Viagra. He took half a tablet but swallowed the other half immediately, wanting to eliminate any risk for the initial test.
The engineers had attached a support at hip level for the "male function," designed to bring the user to climax after prior programming. Jimmy selected "P4" from the program options, a tickling program with medium intensity, full-body tickling, and an orgasm culminating in a short but rapid stimulation. He was very pleased that the program would run before Mary arrived, and with trembling hands, he tore off the rest of his clothes.
In the mirror at the far end of the room, he examined his athletic physique. Not an ounce of excess fat, but not too much muscle either. He felt just right, slim enough to always be a highly sensitive and popular target for his tickling passion. He engaged his pelvic floor muscles to admire himself in all his glory before mounting the machine; Mary should be a little impressed by his masculinity, after all. His penis, despite being over 50, stood erect at the perfect 45° angle, the large glans ready for a longer lovemaking session. "Today there's a different program for you," he promised his male pride and sat down on the flat apparatus, which, like a rowing machine and leather armchair in one, awaited him on the floor.
The buttocks recesses were pleasantly soft, made of leather and warmed by a heater. He placed his feet in the device, doing so with particular excitement. His feet had once been described as "woman's feet" by his orthopedist. He was still a teenager then, but he hadn't forgotten it.
His long, slender toes were straight, and his narrow heel gave way to a wider ball of the foot—a Greek shape, a form he also greatly admired in some of his female acquaintances.
He inserted his cock into the designated holder, clicking the other end into place. The holder was pleasantly soft and warm. After pressing the "Start" button, the display showed "P4" and the number 30 seconds, which was counted down with a beep. This was the programmed time to position his limbs, including his penis in the center, and his head with comfortable support.
Jimmy was bursting with anticipation when the countdown reached 10! He could still get up and wait for his companion to arrive. But no, he wanted to test the machine immediately; perhaps the whole process, including the orgasm, was a very personal matter. Mary would certainly arrive in time for any complications. A long beep sounded, and leather straps fastened around his joints. With a soft hum beneath him, his body was stretched slightly. His outstretched arms behind him were further taut, and he felt a pull on his ankles as well.
Jimmy remembered all the little details he had presented to the creative team right at the beginning… The phallus-shaped device also extended vertically upwards at a 90-degree angle and jerked briefly, instantly causing intense arousal throughout his body. He just couldn't come prematurely; further stimulation after an orgasm wouldn't necessarily be a direct threat to his heart, but over the course of half an hour, it would be extremely strenuous and probably not very enjoyable. He should have started with the simple short program… but as he was thinking this, he noticed the large "stop button" next to his elbow, which he could use to end the program at any time if necessary.
While he was still pondering this, a number of simulators emerged from the machine, and there were certainly more than he had originally planned. The guys had told him that quite a few tools could be stored in the boxes next to and below him, and he'd given them all the go-ahead. "As many as possible," he'd said; the sight was truly remarkable.
As the machine started, he immediately remembered the components of his Program Number 4. Hundreds of impulses all over his body—even under his back—and he felt it all with great enthusiasm. The touches were very fast and gentle, but incessant and soon extremely intense—it tickled his entire body.
Jimmy wasn't roaring with laughter, but rather a quiet chuckler. The stimulation was so intense and constant that he laughed incessantly, only able to catch his breath briefly. As he had learned, the device, thanks to its AI components, could register a strong reaction to the impulse, meaning it was capable of learning. This increased the intensity as the process progressed.
During the first half of the program, more and more devices were added. Although he soon reached a state of ecstasy from panting, laughing, trembling, and shaking, he still managed to detect new sensations on his body.
A kind of scratching motion moving in circles across his armpits, claws sliding down the soles of his feet and then jumping back up, spikes incessantly pricking his groin, and so on.
Soon he was completely out of his mind, experiencing, in addition to his intense arousal, a fascinating stimulation in his lower back and under his testicles. Despite the euphoria that soon set in around the halfway point, he remembered that during the planning phase he had specifically pointed out his highly sensitive areas, such as his lower back, the backs of his knees, and his perineum. He was incredibly grateful to the engineers at that moment for this masterpiece and its intricate details, which they had clearly not overlooked.
Jimmy continued to laugh himself into a trance, his body sweating, and despite his altered state, he happily perceived the metal rods that repeatedly sprayed oil all over his body, the many nerve wheels of varying sizes that moved back and forth without causing pain. However, one small wheel on the shaft of his penis kept going a little too high, stimulating the rim of the glans. This caused it to swell even more, but thankfully didn't bring him to climax. There were a few areas where refinements could be made, he thought, on the verge of delirium, but—surely the end must be near?—and he considered whether stopping would be the best course of action.
But then the phallus mechanism kicked in, and his penis was heated by intense heat, swelling into a mighty erection and giving him an orgasm, the first jerk of which landed on his face. More precisely, on his left eye, and he blinked to clear his view of the display. Ten more seconds. He watched with satisfaction as the machine continued to tickle him as programmed, and then finally stopped at zero.
Jimmy was drenched in sweat and flooded with endorphins. He felt reborn, but completely exhausted… he waited for the restraints to be released.
What a fascinating test—and this was only "Level 4"!! He was thrilled.
A beep sounded from the display, followed by the message "enter stop now or accept repeat." The counter began counting down from 30.
Shock!
Jimmy had apparently activated the T button, which stands for "Training," and allows for repetitions of the program.
He wanted to press the stop button, but the restraints had pulled his elbow too far away. He looked back, and no matter how hard he tried, he was just a few centimeters short of the button! He tried to jerk his elbow there, but he couldn't… 10-9-8… where was Mary? Her presence would be crucial now. Extremely crucial.
Because at zero, his still-erect penis rose again, the restraints tightening. Trying to stretch it even further…
We had overlooked that!!
Now a first flaw occurred to him—the restraints hadn't loosened after the program ended. And again the tools appeared, working on his entire body. As is typical for the 4-step program, they were light but very fast. He suddenly felt the stimulation of his feet with particular intensity. The soles of his feet were still taut, his toes pulled towards his chest, for 35 minutes now, and the wheels and spikes were working on his entire foot, which, in this second session and the post-orgasm stage, was even more sensitive than before. His whole body had gained color. A rich pink shimmered beneath the oil that made his trembling body glisten.
Jimmy gasped and snorted; by now he had also begun to laugh loudly. Almost nonstop, completely contrary to his usual habit, the laughter punctuated only by brief pauses for breath.
He lay there with his eyes closed and his face flushed crimson, when through his tear-filled eyes he saw a figure beside him.
"Stop," he tried to shout to Mary, and after a few attempts, she must have understood, because after some time she pressed the button on the display.
The tools ceased their work, retracted into their cases, and the restraints released.
"That was a last-minute rescue." He was so grateful that she had come after all... unimaginable what would have happened if Mary had changed her mind. She stood there and laughed. She gently touched his trembling, sweaty, oily body with her fingertips and... laughed.
"You're a crazy bird. You were telling me about a massage device. If I hadn't come, it probably would have massaged you into passing out. Or is that what you call tickling? How can you stand it? You're really ticklish, as I can see! And horny too? It's really hard in the middle, um, by the way, it's a very nice piece you've got there..." Jimmy just said, "Open the bottle—I have to explain all this to you. The last hour has been the craziest but also most fantastic experience of my life," and YOU will be the only person I trust who knows everything.
Secretly he thought: and who will probably be strapped in here soon, too.
Jimmy felt a shiver run through his body in waves, again and again, as he gazed at his machine, which stood before him in black and silver.
After extensive research, he was absolutely certain: before him stood the first and only prototype of an AI-controlled tickling machine.
It stood before him, proud and heavy. The creators had told him it weighed around 180 kg and that they could probably reduce the weight by about 50 kg. However, 150 kg was apparently the minimum weight for the necessary stability, and this was also comparable to that of a standard treadmill. With lockable casters, it would also be mobile within a building in the future.
Jimmy had had to shell out a five-figure sum for it, but with the marketing rights together with the team, plus a worldwide patent, this amount seemed like a sound investment. Today he wanted to test the machine at home immediately, right there and then; he had been waiting for this sacred moment of "inauguration" for months. But where was Mary? He had told his girlfriend that he wanted to put a unique machine into operation in her presence today. He had only hinted at how the device worked, to keep it a bit of a surprise.
Mary was a casual acquaintance he knew from climbing. He had chosen her for this "inauguration ceremony," as he called the moment, because she was particularly easygoing and uncomplicated in every way. Even though their relationship had only been platonic so far, it was characterized by openness, free from any complications or suspicion. Mary was going to bring some semi-dry sparkling wine and accompany him during the first test. She knew he would be completely naked and strapped to a machine, making him a defenseless object. This only made things more exciting for Mary and gave Jimmy a sense of security.
Jimmy stood half-undressed and excited in front of his machine. He sent a message asking when she would arrive and she answered that she would be about half an hour late. He should get started, she said, because after she arrived she would only have fifteen minutes for a glass of champagne. He should start now, leave the apartment door unlocked.
He was euphoric. Great that Mary was keeping her word, and he wanted to begin the test immediately. Perhaps it would be nice if she didn't notice his initial nervousness... he thought, and went into the kitchen where he had a packet of "blue pills." Although he could already feel his erection growing in his pants, a sustained erection was essential for the device's orgasm function to work, and he had therefore obtained a low-dose Viagra. He took half a tablet but swallowed the other half immediately, wanting to eliminate any risk for the initial test.
The engineers had attached a support at hip level for the "male function," designed to bring the user to climax after prior programming. Jimmy selected "P4" from the program options, a tickling program with medium intensity, full-body tickling, and an orgasm culminating in a short but rapid stimulation. He was very pleased that the program would run before Mary arrived, and with trembling hands, he tore off the rest of his clothes.
In the mirror at the far end of the room, he examined his athletic physique. Not an ounce of excess fat, but not too much muscle either. He felt just right, slim enough to always be a highly sensitive and popular target for his tickling passion. He engaged his pelvic floor muscles to admire himself in all his glory before mounting the machine; Mary should be a little impressed by his masculinity, after all. His penis, despite being over 50, stood erect at the perfect 45° angle, the large glans ready for a longer lovemaking session. "Today there's a different program for you," he promised his male pride and sat down on the flat apparatus, which, like a rowing machine and leather armchair in one, awaited him on the floor.
The buttocks recesses were pleasantly soft, made of leather and warmed by a heater. He placed his feet in the device, doing so with particular excitement. His feet had once been described as "woman's feet" by his orthopedist. He was still a teenager then, but he hadn't forgotten it.
His long, slender toes were straight, and his narrow heel gave way to a wider ball of the foot—a Greek shape, a form he also greatly admired in some of his female acquaintances.
He inserted his cock into the designated holder, clicking the other end into place. The holder was pleasantly soft and warm. After pressing the "Start" button, the display showed "P4" and the number 30 seconds, which was counted down with a beep. This was the programmed time to position his limbs, including his penis in the center, and his head with comfortable support.
Jimmy was bursting with anticipation when the countdown reached 10! He could still get up and wait for his companion to arrive. But no, he wanted to test the machine immediately; perhaps the whole process, including the orgasm, was a very personal matter. Mary would certainly arrive in time for any complications. A long beep sounded, and leather straps fastened around his joints. With a soft hum beneath him, his body was stretched slightly. His outstretched arms behind him were further taut, and he felt a pull on his ankles as well.
Jimmy remembered all the little details he had presented to the creative team right at the beginning… The phallus-shaped device also extended vertically upwards at a 90-degree angle and jerked briefly, instantly causing intense arousal throughout his body. He just couldn't come prematurely; further stimulation after an orgasm wouldn't necessarily be a direct threat to his heart, but over the course of half an hour, it would be extremely strenuous and probably not very enjoyable. He should have started with the simple short program… but as he was thinking this, he noticed the large "stop button" next to his elbow, which he could use to end the program at any time if necessary.
While he was still pondering this, a number of simulators emerged from the machine, and there were certainly more than he had originally planned. The guys had told him that quite a few tools could be stored in the boxes next to and below him, and he'd given them all the go-ahead. "As many as possible," he'd said; the sight was truly remarkable.
As the machine started, he immediately remembered the components of his Program Number 4. Hundreds of impulses all over his body—even under his back—and he felt it all with great enthusiasm. The touches were very fast and gentle, but incessant and soon extremely intense—it tickled his entire body.
Jimmy wasn't roaring with laughter, but rather a quiet chuckler. The stimulation was so intense and constant that he laughed incessantly, only able to catch his breath briefly. As he had learned, the device, thanks to its AI components, could register a strong reaction to the impulse, meaning it was capable of learning. This increased the intensity as the process progressed.
During the first half of the program, more and more devices were added. Although he soon reached a state of ecstasy from panting, laughing, trembling, and shaking, he still managed to detect new sensations on his body.
A kind of scratching motion moving in circles across his armpits, claws sliding down the soles of his feet and then jumping back up, spikes incessantly pricking his groin, and so on.
Soon he was completely out of his mind, experiencing, in addition to his intense arousal, a fascinating stimulation in his lower back and under his testicles. Despite the euphoria that soon set in around the halfway point, he remembered that during the planning phase he had specifically pointed out his highly sensitive areas, such as his lower back, the backs of his knees, and his perineum. He was incredibly grateful to the engineers at that moment for this masterpiece and its intricate details, which they had clearly not overlooked.
Jimmy continued to laugh himself into a trance, his body sweating, and despite his altered state, he happily perceived the metal rods that repeatedly sprayed oil all over his body, the many nerve wheels of varying sizes that moved back and forth without causing pain. However, one small wheel on the shaft of his penis kept going a little too high, stimulating the rim of the glans. This caused it to swell even more, but thankfully didn't bring him to climax. There were a few areas where refinements could be made, he thought, on the verge of delirium, but—surely the end must be near?—and he considered whether stopping would be the best course of action.
But then the phallus mechanism kicked in, and his penis was heated by intense heat, swelling into a mighty erection and giving him an orgasm, the first jerk of which landed on his face. More precisely, on his left eye, and he blinked to clear his view of the display. Ten more seconds. He watched with satisfaction as the machine continued to tickle him as programmed, and then finally stopped at zero.
Jimmy was drenched in sweat and flooded with endorphins. He felt reborn, but completely exhausted… he waited for the restraints to be released.
What a fascinating test—and this was only "Level 4"!! He was thrilled.
A beep sounded from the display, followed by the message "enter stop now or accept repeat." The counter began counting down from 30.
Shock!
Jimmy had apparently activated the T button, which stands for "Training," and allows for repetitions of the program.
He wanted to press the stop button, but the restraints had pulled his elbow too far away. He looked back, and no matter how hard he tried, he was just a few centimeters short of the button! He tried to jerk his elbow there, but he couldn't… 10-9-8… where was Mary? Her presence would be crucial now. Extremely crucial.
Because at zero, his still-erect penis rose again, the restraints tightening. Trying to stretch it even further…
We had overlooked that!!
Now a first flaw occurred to him—the restraints hadn't loosened after the program ended. And again the tools appeared, working on his entire body. As is typical for the 4-step program, they were light but very fast. He suddenly felt the stimulation of his feet with particular intensity. The soles of his feet were still taut, his toes pulled towards his chest, for 35 minutes now, and the wheels and spikes were working on his entire foot, which, in this second session and the post-orgasm stage, was even more sensitive than before. His whole body had gained color. A rich pink shimmered beneath the oil that made his trembling body glisten.
Jimmy gasped and snorted; by now he had also begun to laugh loudly. Almost nonstop, completely contrary to his usual habit, the laughter punctuated only by brief pauses for breath.
He lay there with his eyes closed and his face flushed crimson, when through his tear-filled eyes he saw a figure beside him.
"Stop," he tried to shout to Mary, and after a few attempts, she must have understood, because after some time she pressed the button on the display.
The tools ceased their work, retracted into their cases, and the restraints released.
"That was a last-minute rescue." He was so grateful that she had come after all... unimaginable what would have happened if Mary had changed her mind. She stood there and laughed. She gently touched his trembling, sweaty, oily body with her fingertips and... laughed.
"You're a crazy bird. You were telling me about a massage device. If I hadn't come, it probably would have massaged you into passing out. Or is that what you call tickling? How can you stand it? You're really ticklish, as I can see! And horny too? It's really hard in the middle, um, by the way, it's a very nice piece you've got there..." Jimmy just said, "Open the bottle—I have to explain all this to you. The last hour has been the craziest but also most fantastic experience of my life," and YOU will be the only person I trust who knows everything.
Secretly he thought: and who will probably be strapped in here soon, too.
