Dave was losing it.
He’d been trying to hold on. Trying to keep it casual, keep it controlled. But his cock had other plans...and apparently so did the Chronivac.
He lay naked in bed that night, legs spread wide, phone balanced on his chest, his fingers slick with another wasted orgasm. His cock twitched lazily against his stomach, still leaking. It hadn’t helped. Not really. If anything, it had made the craving worse.
He couldn’t stop replaying the way Matt had looked at him that day. How his voice had sounded when he snapped, how that bulge in his jeans had throbbed like it had a mind of its own. Dave had spent all afternoon leaking, barely able to walk without grinding his cock against his fly.
He’d tapped through the Chronivac settings twice already. And now he hovered again over the menu that could end it all.
Familiar Partner Reinforcement – Active
[Reset link]
One button. He could break the bond. Stop this spiral. Get off without needing Matt’s voice in his head.
He stared at it.
And didn’t tap.
Instead, he slid lower on the screen and opened Influence Settings.
The aura settings pulsed like a slow heartbeat.
Heat Aura: Medium – OFF
Cock Awareness Radius: 5m – OFF
Attunement Pulse: Disabled
Target Focus: [Manual]
His thumb hesitated only a second.
Then he toggled all three on.
The Chronivac hummed softly. The air around him shifted—like pressure in a room had changed, just slightly. His cock twitched back to life.
He let the phone fall to his chest, slid his hand back down, and moaned.
He didn’t know exactly what the auras would do.
But by morning, he’d find out.
---
The next day, the effect was immediate.
Matt wasn’t himself.
He was tense. On edge. Twitchy. His eyes kept flicking toward Dave like he was trying not to look but couldn’t stop. When they passed each other on the site, Dave could feel it—heat blooming between them like static. And under it all, a familiar, growing tension: the shape of Matt’s cock pressing at his jeans.
Dave almost moaned just seeing it.
Not imagining. Seeing.
Every adjustment Matt made—each time he tugged at his waistband or ran a hand over his thigh—Dave felt it like a current under his skin.
Matt was getting hard. Over and over again. Every time Dave got close.
And it wasn’t just in Dave’s head.
He passed within a few feet of Matt while hauling a coil of wire and caught the man freezing mid-step, brow furrowing, nostrils flaring. Matt adjusted himself reflexively, cupping the front of his jeans like he was trying to calm something.
Dave almost dropped the spool.
Partner Response: 81% Arousal Threshold.
Stability Feedback: Escalating.
The Chronivac buzzed in his pocket.
He bit the inside of his cheek to stay grounded.
His cock was thick in his jeans again, leaking, aching. He hadn’t touched himself all day, but he didn’t need to. The sight of Matt’s bulge, the memory of his cock, the scent of sweat and sun-warmed denim—it was enough.
And when Matt finally walked up to him, jaw tight, hands clenched, breath short, Dave already knew what was coming.
“You,” Matt growled, voice low, almost ragged. “Now.”
Dave didn’t speak.
He followed.
---
They didn’t talk. Didn’t need to.
Matt pulled him behind the trailer, into the narrow gap between the rusted siding and the old water drums. It was hot and close and quiet except for the pounding of Dave’s heartbeat and the scratch of Matt’s zipper being undone.
“I don’t know what it is about you,” Matt muttered, breath sharp. “But I can’t fucking stop thinking about you.”
Dave’s answer was already forming in his body. His knees dropped before the thought had fully landed.
Matt didn’t stop him. Didn’t hesitate.
His cock was out in seconds—thick, flushed, drooling pre-cum down the shaft like it knew what was coming.
Dave moaned like a man possessed.
He leaned forward, tongue dragging up the length, tasting salt and sweat and skin. He opened wide and swallowed the head greedily, lips stretching, jaw straining as Matt shuddered above him.
“Fuck—”
It was all Dave needed to hear.
He worked the shaft with long, hungry sucks, wet and messy, spit dripping down his chin. His own cock throbbed untouched in his pants, grinding against the zipper with every rock of his body. He was moaning, whining around the head, addicted to the feel of Matt twitching against his tongue.
Matt’s hand brushed his cheek. Not gentle. Not controlling. Just present.
Dave wanted it. Needed it. Needed more.
He sucked deeper, sloppier, chasing that pulsing heat until Matt’s hips jerked and his voice cracked.
“I’m gonna—shit—Dave—”
Dave held still. Pressed in. Took it.
Hot spurts blasted onto his tongue. Salty. Sharp. Perfect.
And the second it hit him—
Dave came too.
No touch. No warning.
Just the taste.
The taste did it.
His cock throbbed in his jeans, shooting in thick, messy bursts into his underwear. His body shook. His eyes rolled back. He groaned around Matt’s cock, gulping every drop while his own orgasm tore through him like lightning.
He came and came, thighs shaking, body thrumming, drooling spit and cum down his chin and across his shirt.
Matt stumbled back, panting. “What the fuck are you doing to me?” he muttered.
He didn’t wait for an answer.
Just zipped up and walked away.
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Dave stayed there. On his knees.
Covered in it.
Breathing like he’d run a mile.
His mouth tingled.
His cock was still twitching.
And in his pocket, the Chronivac buzzed.
Partner arousal loop reinforced.
Arousal trigger successfully mapped to taste memory.
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Dave didn’t even read it fully.
His thumb tapped before he was upright.