The next morning, Mark woke up with a tired groan, the intense memories of the night before rushing back to him. He lifted his head and glanced at the clock before his eyes shot wide open, realizing he had overslept for work for the first time in years. He quickly jumped out of bed, rushing through his morning routine. As he drove to work, Mark's mind couldn't help but wander back to the toy, and the sensations it had given him. He felt both satisfied and slightly guilty, like a teenager who had just discovered masturbation for the first time.
Arriving at the office, the first thing Mark saw when he stumped down into his seat was Jake's annoying look beside him, coupled with a knowing grin. 'Well, well, well." The younger man drawled, his eyes flicking to the dark circles under Mark's eyes, the slumped shoulders, and the exhausted expression. "Someone had a wild night, didn't they? First time I've seen you late for work, old man."
The comment brought a fresh wave of heat to Mark's cheeks, and he gruffly muttered something about insomnia. He made a point to ignore the stupid grin on Jake's face and focused on his computer the entire morning. But the memory of the fleshlight's warm embrace lingered in the back of his mind, the intense attention his cock received the previous night left it tingling in pants distractingly even now.
By the time lunch break came, Mark frowned in annoyance as Jake cornered him in a quiet corner from other workers.
"So, how was your little... 'stress relief' last night?" Jake winked, his voice filled with smugness and a too-eager curiosity.
"It was fine," Mark grunted curtly, hoping to deter further questions, his hand tightening around his coffee mug. The black liquid was strong and bitter, but it couldn't quite chase the lingering drowsiness away for Mark. He knew an intense orgasm for a man his age could leave some lingering tiredness, but he had not anticipated the sheer draining power of the toy.
"That's it? Just fine? No way, I saw how drained you looked when you came in, man!" Jake leaned closer, his eyes shining with excitement.
Mark took a sip of his coffee, trying to ignore the smug look on his friend's face. "Fine, it worked better than I expected. But it's none of your business," Mark said, his voice low and gruff as his face got slightly redder. He had almost forgot how annoying and persistent Jake could be when he was onto something. Still, the younger man was showing too much interest for this particular intimate topic.
"Oh, but you know. It's kind of my business..." Jake said in a low, conspiring tone.
"What the hell do you mean by that?" Mark's eyes narrowed as he set down his coffee, his curiosity piqued despite his irritation.
Grinning smugly when he knew he got Mark's attention, Jake whispered in a volume that only Mark could hear. "You see, that technology miracle isn't on the market yet... it's actually a prototype my genius of a brother had made! And I might have played some parts in its creation. So since you're such a cooperative tester, I might as well collect some valuable user feedback!"
Mark blinked at Jake's hushed and excited words, then blinked again. He distinctly remembered Jake's younger brother while they were in college, a quiet and lanky kid with messy hair and big glasses. Then he digested what Jake had just told him, and...
"You used my dick as your lab rat!?" Mark grabbed the younger man's wrist in a death grip as he sputtered indigenously, his bearded face flushed red in a different reason now.
"Hey, rude! I wouldn't have given it to you without basic safety tests and clinical trials, you know!" Jake laughed, trying to free his wrist from Mark's grip. His eyes sparkled with mischief. "But seriously, we need feedback to make it market-ready. You're the first outsider to get a taste, so your input is gold! And don't even try to deny you enjoyed it!"
The room spun around Mark as he processed the information. His private part had become an unwitting participant in some kind of underground tech experiment. His mind reeled with questions about hygiene, consent, and whether he'd just had the most intense orgasm of his life with something that could have exploded. But amidst the chaos, one thought remained clear: he had indeed enjoyed it.
Apparently, his silence and expression was enough confirmation for Jake, as that damn smug grin of his grew even wider. "You're pretty cute when you refuse to admit I'm right, you know that?"
Mark's anger and embarrassment were warring inside of him, his grip on Jake's wrist loosened slightly. "You're an asshole Jake," the older man finally grumbled without looking at his friend in the eye.
"So, feed back? Pretty please?"
Jake's insistent question snapped Mark out of his thoughts. He took a deep breath and glanced around, making sure no one was close enough to overhear. The break room was abuzz with the usual midday chatter, oblivious to the juicy conversation they were having. Mark let out a tired sigh, resigning to his fate as a reluctant test subject.
"Not in here, you idiot!" Mark hissed, glancing around the room. "I'll mail it to you or something, alright? Now shut up about it!"
Jake's grin widened as he nodded in satisfaction. "Great! I knew you'd see the light. And don't worry, I'll keep your secret. But, as a token of appreciation for your... participation, how about I show you some more of its features after work today?"
The words, whispered with promise and something else, made Mark's heart stutter in his chest. He had always been close with Jake, being college roommates and all, but this was a new level of intimacy, one that made him feel both nervous and excited. He stared at Jake's handsome, slightly mischievous face, the same face that had gotten them into and out of trouble so many times over the years.
Mark was a private man, rarely went out for hookups or one-night stands, but something about Jake's offer made his pulse race. Was it the thrill of trying the toy again? The curiosity of the features? Or was it just because of Jake? Whatever it was, Mark felt his spent cock stirring in his pants at the thought alone, and that was answer enough. He cleared his throat and nodded subtly.
"This stays between us, understand?" Mark whispered sternly.
