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This story was written for Teriyaki as their patreon commission for the month of October. It contains M/Solo sexual acts involving a consenting adult, along with some bondage and over-stimulation related fun. :3

The Only Lover I Need

For years, Tamal had been forced to make do with shop-bought toys. He'd spent weeks, even months doing research before buying new ones to add to his collection, hoping that they would be able to offer something more to him than those that had come before. The rat had tried it all. Vibrators of all shapes and sizes. Dildos. Cock sleeves. Probes and wands. He had fucked and stroked and pleasured himself senseless so many times, and yet no matter how good it had felt, no matter how fatigued, drained and orgasmically overwhelmed he might have been in the immediate aftermath, it had never quite satisfied him.

Needless to say, he'd been with lovers too. He didn't really care about gender, so long as they were nice people. So long as they were friendly, funny, and so long as they were willing to do all manner of things to him in an effort to sate that ache, that need in the back of his mind which teased and tugged at his consciousness through practically every minute of every day, reminding him that he still hadn't figured out what it was that he needed. And they tried. God, did they try when he let them do so. But, it was never enough. The relationships, if there even was a more than casual emphasis on their intimacy, never lasted. And by the time he was approaching his thirties, Tamal had stopped dating or even trying to find the most casual of hook-ups entirely.

Instead, he found himself tinkering. Toying with electronics, however basic at first. Kit-built models with minimal voltage and no danger bought over the internet or through magazine subscriptions. He watched youtube tutorials, he re-wired some of his own smaller and older home appliances, and little by little the rat found himself delving into ever more complex and intriguing feats of home engineering. He took apart some of his dildos, fiddled with their interior workings and put them back together again far more powerful in their vibrating potential than before, and squeaked, wailed in ecstasy as he made himself cum with them and finally, at long last felt a twinge deep inside the back of his mind. Not satisfaction by any means, but an acknowledgement. A little reward of peace and calm that had eluded him thus far throughout his sexually active life. He was on the right track.

More and more of Tamal's time outside of work became devoted to his electronic pursuits, the once rather fit rat putting on a little weight as he spent night after night sat in front of the television with a large thick blanket spread out over the living room floor. A blanket stained with engine oil, grease and surrounded by boxes of carefully labelled, spotlessly clean components as he tinkered, disassembled, rebuilt and refurbished ever more complex mechanical items. Doing so not because he was paid to, not because he needed to, basically for no other reason than the satisfaction it brought him to see a machine working better than it had before. The more beat up and inefficient they were to begin with, the more he delighted in seeing them working like top of the line models when he was done. Indeed, he felt more for those inanimate objects, more of a close, personal connection to the lamps, the kitchen appliances and indeed the sex toys he disassembled and rebuilt better than before than he had for any of his now long forgotten lovers.

There were even some nights, or rather, some to begin with, increasing slowly but surely in number until it was practically each and every one without exception, where Tamal found his chubby self kneeling on the blanket in just his underwear as he finishd his nightly tinkering. Running a fond hand over whatever device he had been working on, admiring how it whirred so easily into life and how its wires were so perfectly soldered, how smooth it ran with all joints well lubricated, and feeling his cock straining inside his white, often oil-stained briefs. If it was a sex toy he had been working on improving, he would eagerly lie down and test it right there and then. And even if the device served no inherently erotic purpose, many a night would end with Tamal grunting and clutching at his throbbing cock, painting the blanket upon which he knelt with hot ribbons of cum as his free hand caressed and admired his engineering prowess in whatever form it had taken.

This cycle, this machine loving behaviour continued for almost a year, and only increased and intensified in its scope and ambition within that time. At one point Tamal found himself in possession of a car belonging to a friend of his which required a tune up, but one for which the friend in question didn't have the money to pay a garage to do. He lavished the engine of that vehicle with such care inside his suburban home's adjoining garage. He cleaned every nut until it shone, he greased every gear and valve, and he replaced and cleaned the fan-belt until it whistled like a ghost sweeping through a window as it span. He worked in only his briefs all the while, and at the end of each of those few incredible days he spent with the car, he leaned himself down over its bonnet, pressed his plump form to the cool paintwork, and with squeaks, gasps and whimpers of pleasure drove himself to rapture alongside the vehicle. He pleasured himself, or rather, he allowed the car to pleasure him in a manner that was so deeply, intensely satisfying that on one night he actually fell asleep in the wake of the act. So overwhelmed, so blissfully spent in the wake of the release the car had granted him, cock exposed and cum glistening upon the car's paintwork, that he simply passed out lying over the car's now spotless, flawlessly running engine.

It wasn't long after that, as he moved his own car back into the garage after the visiting one had left and found himself drawn to its strong, sturdy metal body and complex, beautifully designed internal systems night after night for similarly intimate fun, that Tamal came to a realisation. It wasn't a shock to him to realise that he had a lack of interest in other people, he wasn't an idiot after all. It wasn't a shock to him that he had something of an intimate, erotic love for technology, for mechanical devices and particularly for those which he had worked on with his own hands to hopefully improve and help make even more beautiful. But, the realisation that crossed the plump rat's mind as he found himself returning to pleasure himself against his car night after night, revelling in thoughts of its mechanical prowess as he grunted and climaxed as he bucked and humped against its various smooth surfaces and curves, was quite simply that he didn't have to settle for more casual and undeniably one sided amorous rendezvous like this.

He had the skills now. He had the ability to grant himself more, and in doing so to create a machine, a lover that not only could he use to stimulate himself, but one which he could share the experience with. A machine that he could make love to night after night, but more importantly one that could make love back.

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For months he worked on the machine in question. He could have finished it sooner, much sooner, but for obvious reasons he wanted it to be perfect. He tested individual components of course, stunned and overjoyed by the effect they alone could have on him and enraptured by the fact that each of them were entirely scratch built, at the very most with some small, particularly delicate parts borrowed from pre-existing devices living in his care. But Tamal waited patiently, testing, experimenting, ensuring that everything was as close to perfect as could be before finally arriving at the day for which he had been waiting so very long and with such intense, eager devotion.

He slipped into the spare bedroom that over the last few months had slowly metamorphosed into the device's bedroom. He blushed, squeaking, whimpering happily when he saw the machine standing there in all its glory, illuminated gently by the room's dimmer switch operated light in the most flattering, intimate manner. Tamal padded over to it, toes curling already in anticipation against the smooth wooden floor, and he ran his hands over its frame.

"I'm here..."

He whispered, leaning in and kissing the smooth metal of what had at one point been part of a home gym, one of those full body, all-in-one fitness machines.

"It's time. I've been waiting so long for you. And I know you've been waiting for me, too. Thank you. T-thank you for being so patient."

Tamal's pink tail twitched behind him, and his ass clenched slightly as he glanced down at the seat of his machine, a hole in its centre just allowing him to peek through and see the long, slender silver metal vibrator hiding within. The rat reached behind himself, shifting his legs slightly as he slipped a finger between the plump cheeks of his ass, holding them up to the machine moments later as though showing off, the digits now glistening with slick lubricant.

"I... I'm ready. I'm all ready for you."

He gasped breathlessly to the machine one more time, before finally turning on the spot and slowly, carefully lowering himself down into the seat built into the framework. It held his weight easily, and the seat cupped his ass just the right amount while leaving space for his cheeks to spread, his glistening, lubricated pucker resting directly over the hole and what lay within it. With one hand Tamal reached out and grasped another portion of the machine, pulling down a long rubber nozzle at the end of which lay a wider plastic tube, its end padded and its interior smooth and clean... for now at least. His other arm came to rest upon a padded stretch of metal at the end of which lay a small keyboard, a small tablet-sized screen resting just behind it with several displays overlaid across one another. With a bashful whimper, Tamal tapped at the keyboard a few times and shuddered as the plastic tube began to hiss gently, air being sucked through the nozzle as a motor began to hum and drive the suction from somewhere below. He stopped it again, and gleefully, hungrily lowered the milker clutched in his hand down the front of his body, sliding it down with a ragged gasp over the shaft of his rock hard, aching cock.

Again his fingers tapped at the keyboard, and again Tamal squeaked as that same whirring resumed. His eyes bulged and his hips bucked sharply, gleefully upward while the milker began to apply gentle pressure all around his cock, the well padded opening now pressed tight around his cock and providing an almost perfect seal for the rhythmic suction of the air pressure. Trembling in pleasure already, he tapped at the keyboard again, and cried out louder still as another whirring began and before long his eyes began to bulge. He squeaked and wriggled where he was seated, and threw back his head against the padded rest directly behind it as the seat upon which he was resting gave up its secret and began to press the enclosed vibrator deep into his already slick, lubed up backside.

"I... I know you've waited so long for this. I have too. But, don't worry. I... I'll let you have your fun. I won't let this be over too soon, n-no matter how much it takes out of me."

He tapped at the keyboard more and more urgently, and a timer flashed across its screen. A timer that increased in duration from five minutes to ten. Then to twenty. Thirty. Forty five. To an hour. Then two. Only then did he stop, and with a deep breath he switched to a different screen and began to cycle through a list of other options. A list of ways he could activate just one of the device's features, or another, or change the settings within those individual features. He bypassed all of those however, and went straight to the main event. Full Auto: Timer, that was the name of the mode he activated, and as a countdown timer began to flash up on the screen, reducing from ten towards zero, Tamal placed both his arms flat and calmly upon the rests beneath them, and held his legs against their own comfortably padded rests.

As the timer hit zero, then flashed back to two hours, several more motors sprang into life with the hissing of pneumatic pistons. Two metal bars with rubbery padding along their underside sprang out from beneath the arm rests and locked Tamal in place by the wrists, while two more did the very same at roughly ankle height around his legs. A final bar swept around the male's waist, holding him firmly but gently down against the seat upon which he was resting, and suddenly the gentle hum of the motors controlling the devices wrapped around his cock and buried inside his ass grew louder and more insistent. Not gradually, not gently, not imperceptibly so. They buzzed louder and turned up the power of the devices to which they were attached sharply and obviously, and Tamal wailed happily as they did so.

He had waited so long for this moment. So very, very long. But now, he was tired of waiting. Now, the rat just wanted what a part of himself had been craving for all his adult life, indeed on some level perhaps from the very first moments of his awareness of his own sexuality.

He wanted a machine to love him as intensely, as unstoppably much as he loved the machine.

And now, it was.

"Yes... o-ohhh god, yes... thank you. Thank you!"

The plump rat wailed as he writhed, unable to escape the intense suction milking at his cock, unable to rise up and away from the powerfully buzzing vibrator sliding deep in and out of his ass, grinding its urgently trembling length against his tender prostate.

"Oh god. S-so good. So... aahh... I'm gonna cum. Please don't stop. Oh please. Please, d-don't stop..."

He had been working non-stop for the last four days to get this machine in final working order, and for the duration of that time, despite his cock being in an almost perpetual state of full arousal, he had not once taken a break to relieve himself. Thus after barely a minute of the machine's intense dual stimulation of his body Tamal could feel his cock throbbing pleadingly for its release within the suckling embrace of the milker, and he could feel his heavy, cum-swollen balls aching and begging to have their contents let loose as the toy in his backside continued to pound and plough against his prostate.

His tail thrashed, his toes wriggled, flexed and curled tightly. His pink ears flushed crimson alongside the flesh beneath his grey furred cheeks, and the squeaking, gasping, trembling rat stared hungrily, frantically down at the tube rising from and bouncing, jerking upon his cock as it suckled and squeezed at him with the constant flow of air surging in and out of it all around him.

"Yes. Oohhhh yes... y-you're doing it..."

Tamal whimpered joyously, half to himself, half to the machine granting him this incredible feeling after dreaming of it, after struggling to capture mere echoes and shadows of its potential for so long. He squealed as his prostate erupted with intense pleasure at another strike from the toy humping deep into his ass, mounted upon a solid metal rod driven by a piston cut to the exact measurements required for an optimum penetrative depth each and every time. His eyes bulged, glazing over even as they continued to stare down at the milker squeezing and suckling so irresistibly at his cock. His muzzle fell agape, jaw slack, tongue lolling out, a little saliva drooling out over his plump, rounded belly.

"I... I love you..."

He whimpered to his creation as he felt it driving him to the very edge of ecstasy.

"I... I... oh god! Oh. Ohh yes!"

Never in his life had Tamal felt an orgasm consume him like this one did. He squeaked and wailed in ecstasy as cum lashed out and began to flood the interior of the tube wrapped around his cock, the suckling sounds of the milker clutching and applying its pressure around his member growing suddenly much thicker and louder as the extra liquid lubrication was added to proceedings. He barely noticed the sounds though, neither of the machinery around him nor the cries or the lewd, wet, bodily generated noises created by the combination of the machine and himself working one another so feverishly together. Indeed even beyond the searing intensity of the pleasure itself, feeling was the only real sense that remained active within the rat's mind in those long, drawn out, blissfully overwhelming moments. Sight, smell, sound, taste, balance, and so many other senses abandoned him and left him reeling not only in pleasure, but with the more emotionally driven feeling of completion that swamped his mind and heart in the midst of that peak.

He could feel himself shaking, losing all control, all restraint in the grasp of the machine wrapped around him and pressed deep within him even now. He could feel its bondage holding him in a tight, inescapable and yet somehow tender embrace, and feel it fucking him, milking him, pleasuring him to the very limits of his body's capacity and beyond with both machine-like efficiency and yet at the same moment with the passion, the unbridled joy of a device that on some cosmic, perhaps quantum level knew it was making long held hopes and dreams come true.

Even when it was over, even when he was spent, drained of every drop he had to offer and utterly content in his sexual reverie for the first time in his life, Tamal whimpered happily as the machine kept on working him. Fucking him. Suckling upon his aching, over-sensitive cock. He forced his heavy eyes open and glanced at the screen before him, groaning under his breath as he saw it declare to him proudly that there was still an hour and fifty four minutes remaining before it would relent.

"O-oh... oh god..."

He moaned, half in horror as he tugged weakly at his restraints, knowing there was no way he would be able to break loose, and half in absolute joy. Soon after though, as pleasure began to build through the agonisingly intense over-stimulation once more and the rat was rendered breathless and light-headed anew with even more all consuming lust, he gasped to the machine, to his dear, long sought after lover once again.

"You're what I've... ah, b-been waiting for. You're what I've needed for so long. The... the only lover, oohhgod... the only lover I need. The only lover I want. I'll do anything for you. Anything. S-so... ah! Ah, y-yes... so fuck me. Fuck me a-as long... as hard as you need to. I won't stop you. I... I won't hold back, if you don't. Oh god. I've never... I... I've never felt this way before. I've never felt satisfied like this. I've never felt... complete, l-like this. No lover has ever exhausted me. No lover has ever broken me. No lover has e-ever been too much for me... until now..."

Tamal writhed and squeaked, rapidly feeling himself building towards another strained, uncontrollably potent orgasm despite already feeling so overworked and tender from the first one.

"So please. Please, s-show me why a machine like you will always be better than a person l-like me. Show me how far you can push me, h-how mad you can drive me. Show me how much harder I... ah... I'm gonna have to work to better myself, t-to train myself to earn even a fraction of what I know you can offer me."

An hour and fifty minutes remained upon the machine's timer as Tamal squeaked, writhed, and climaxed a second time.

An hour and forty two remained when he came a third.

An hour and forty one, less than a minute later the rat howled and begged and strained in his bonds as he came a fourth time, the forced ecstasy of the third having barely passed yet when he was tossed like a rag-doll in a hurricane into the next surge of volatile pleasure.

And as the time ticked on, and the machine calmly, coolly gave its lover exactly what he had asked for over, and over, and over again without a shred of mortal mercy, Tamal in all his agonised, over-stimulated and painfully pleasurable torment, could not have been happier.

By Jeeves

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