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Sore, tired eyes opened to a new environment.
The room was white and padded, not a decoration in sight. Muzan slowly got up, trying to remember how he got there, but his mind was empty.
Fuzzy memories of laughing with his small friend group around a couple bottles of beer, cuts to playful banter and so on. Nothing concrete.
The room seemed to have no exit, no visible door nor windows. Like the type you would put a mentally insane person in, only for them to come out more insane than they were. In the middle there laid a small, pink machine.
He promptly got up, fixed his clothing, and took whatever it was. The "thing" was long, fitting into his hand, with two switches right where his thumb sat, and at the end was a ball-shape.
- I've never seen something like this before, it looks like a microphone, but the end is off.- He thought out loud. Through his back out came an exact clone of him, which squatted near the walls, thoroughly examining them up close, for any exits, clues or cameras.
Muzan tried reading any lables, but nothing gave him any clues. Only a barcode, and a text "Good Girl" manufacturer.
- Battery charged - He opened the compartment with two AA batteries. Finally, he turned on one of the switches, only to see it vibrating? - What a perculiar device...
Muzan's clone had just finished scanning the room. No exits, no cracks, no cameras. He slurped back into one piece and sat down in the corner, trying to think of the purpose for this.
- Maybe for massages? It would be good for that - He stuck the vibrating tip to his bicep. - No, the frequency is off, and it can't penetrate my muscles to massage deeper. - He was clueless.
Maybe it was just a useless gadget? Humans have a tendency to create futile items. He threw it across the room and tried to start thinking about how to escape, but as a result of it hitting the ground, it switched on and onto pulsating mode.
And then Muzan realised: he had heard stories of people using Cicadas up against their gentals as stimulation, though he had never tried it before.
Well now he knows what it's intended for, so he can focus on getting out. Maybe breaking though the wall would be a good idea? Or through the ceiling? He'd surely get above ground like that. I mean, the only place that he knows of that up doesn't mean above ground is the infinity castle, and he knew damn well this wasn't it.
He can focus on getting out. That being said, he hadn't heard the others' thoughts this entire time. Something was wrong. He was missing his company, though he didn't want to admit it. Just like he didn't want to admit his pants were getting tighter.
Muzan's curiousity was still unquenched, he wanted to know how it felt. Why did humans desire it so much to the point the patent was made centuries ago? What makes vibration such a good stimulant?! He waved away that thought even though his pants became tighter.
- No no no no, no way, there must be someone watching. Why would I just randomly be in a room with a sex gadget? - He tried to flex his bicep in order to get the blood to flow away from his dick, even tried shapeshifting his cock away, but the arousal still was there.
Fuck it, he would wait it out, arousal never lasts more than a couple hours if ignored. But that alluring sound of the buzzing going off, it was so distracting. He quickly grew out his whips and turned it off without getting up. Nothing would bring the great Muzan Kibutsuji to pleasure himself. In the meantime, he decided on occupying his mind.
Why would he suddenly not hear his companions' thoughts? Were they too far away? After all, across America or Europe to Japan was a big enough difference that he had never heard them. That buzzing was still pestering him in his mind.
He must have been drugged and brought here, but what kind of drug would have let his traffickers bring him here? He had already built up inmunity to practically every poison, drug and any other dangerous substance known to mankind after Tamayo's little stunt.
The amounts needed would have been astronomical.
He strolled back and forth through the room, each glance at the toy made something in him stirr.
The vibrator laid there, still inviting him. The batteries would run out even if he didn't use it, and the more the batteries ran out, the less intense it would be.
He turned his nose away, distracting himself with revising chemical, physics, or math formulas, remembering the way to prove them, if necessary. His mind hadn't worked so hard in ages, all because of some buzzing machine.
Then he began to quiz himself, asking questions that no human could answer, spending around half an hour for his answers. Nothing he did made it go away, was it a sign?
He took it and sat back down in his corner with an arrogant look, as if someone is forcing him to do so, turning it on and taking his cock out.
The sheer excitement made his cock drizzle drops of precum out, to which he felt even stronger embarrassment.
Spreading his legs and pushing his hips out, he closed his eyes and placed the vibrating tip to his tip, and gods, it was amazing. It was more pleasurable than regular sex, he made a mistake, this is no useless gadget.
He just now understood the sudden boom of happiness in women after the 1880's, you can't go around sad when this thing is regularly used on you.
He gasped as it made him push out his hips even further. There was a fervent hunger for that kind of pleasure that had been building up in him from the moment he decided on classifying sex as a "unproductive passtime" and stopped participating altogether.
His mind, as the mind of any other man, yearned for it underneath all the logical thinking. He had been choking himself with his own celibacy, and only now has he taken a breath.
"The faster he felt an orgasm, the sooner this could be over" he thought while turning it up a notch, still embarrassed over this very normal demon need. Anybody who would have seen him in this state were to perish from his hands, and his hands only.
Though his muscles were strong, his will was weak. The moment pressure started building up, his hand yanked back, which angered him.
What better way to strengthen your will by overstimulating yourself?
Muzan sucked in a breath through gritted teeth and pressed it once again to his leaking tip, making an effort, though vain, to hold his hips down.
Once he gets out, he sure as hell is buying one of these.
Ragged breaths turned into open-mouthed moans as he came close, body screaming to retreat. "Too intense, too intense" his mind repeated, but his hand stayed. The Demon King wouldn't get beaten by a simple sex toy, no, he would keep it on until it's presence meant nothing to him.
Just like that, he came, spewing his seed all over the vibrators head all the while he forced himself to keep his hand right where it was, ignoring the blatant spasming of his whole body. For a second, he even went cross-eyed. He cocked his head back into the soft wall and bit down on his lip. Blood poured but he didn't care, nothing mattered apart from overcoming his challenge.
His soft spot began to burn due to the friction. Now he didn't care about the pain, but he did bat an eye to the sensation deafening the intensivity of the vibrator, which wasn't what he wanted. The less intense = the longer he would have to do it, right?
Even though he didn't know anything else on how to use it, he did instinctively started moving it side to side quickly, and wouldn't you know it, the burning went away, but another problem came.
His will was deteriorating faster than expected. He was wishing this was off his cock while pressing it in harder. He gritted his teeth and continued, sensing another orgasm approaching.
- Oh goodness! Fuck, fuck, fuck!
Time went by and he was still using the toy, still shaking, without any improvement to being neutral to it. Poor little Muzan spent all this time thinking the more you cum the less it feels down there.
After around the 15'th orgasm he threw the toy away, which stopped buzzing and most likely broke from the impact, and sighed with a look of defeat.
He stuffed his milked cock back into his pants and calmed himself down. After what felt like ages, he stood up on shakey legs as he noticed something on the floor. He strolled over and gripped it, then yanked up to see an opening.
Stupid of him to think the exit would be on his level or above.
He fell out of the hole, landed on his feet and went on with his day, seeing how no one was near. The BDSM community has gained another sub! Too bad he eats his doms after an intense night.