Kodiak

Finn traced the sleek black edges of the gift box with a hesitant finger. Eighteen. Officially an adult, yet feeling anything but. His friends – Maya, Chloe, and Zara, bless their meddling, insightful hearts – had presented it with conspiratorial giggles and knowing looks that made his cheeks burn. Inside, nestled on black satin, was not a watch or cologne, but a single, heavy obsidian card embossed with a stylized lyre and the words: Elysian Encounters – Your Journey Begins. Below it, a tiny holographic projector shimmered, pulsing with a soft, internal light.
"It's... uh... très chic," Finn had stammered, blushing furiously, the French phrase feeling both inadequate and slightly pretentious on his tongue, a nervous attempt to match the gift's obvious luxury.
"It's the future, Finny!" Maya had declared, her eyes sparkling. "Top-tier, AI-driven, bespoke companionship. We pooled everything. Consider it... experiential education in the carnal arts."
Experiential Devergination, more like. Finn was painfully, acutely aware of his virgin status. Despite his looks – ethereal blond hair that fell like spun moonlight into startlingly blue eyes, a lean, almost graceful frame, features often described as 'achingly pretty' much to his chagrin – attempts at genuine connection felt clumsy, almost painful. Dating app chats fizzled into awkward silence under the weight of his anxiety; tentative advances at parties dissolved under his own nervous stammering, leaving him feeling hollow. He craved intimacy with a fierce, desperate ache; the idea of sex thrilled him, sent shivers down his spine, but bridging the chasm between fantasy and reality felt impossible. He'd shoved the Elysian box into the dark recesses of his closet, more mortified than intrigued.
Weeks bled into a month. Another fumbled attempt to ask out the cute barista with the kind smile, another online hookup ghosting him after seeing his nervous pictures, his vulnerability too palpable. Frustration warred with a deep, gnawing embarrassment. Late one night, fueled by loneliness that felt like a physical weight and several slugs of cheap, burning vodka, Finn finally retrieved the box.
Its obsidian surface felt cool and significant in his trembling hands. Following the minimalist instructions, he placed the card onto his tablet screen. The holographic projector whirred to life, casting a complex, three-dimensional login interface onto his bedroom wall, bathing the room in a soft, ethereal glow. Biometric scan – thumbprint, retinal, each click and whir feeling intensely personal – then the interface unfolded: elegant, intuitive, deeply, almost unnervingly personal. Welcome, Finn. Let us sculpt your ideal encounter. Your deepest desires await articulation.
It felt less like ordering a service and more like breathing life into a dream, a secret, cherished fantasy. The first prompts were broad, allowing for infinite possibilities.
"To begin crafting your Elysian Encounter, please select the primary Gender Expression for your Companion:"
A wheel of beautifully rendered, abstract icons appeared. Finn’s finger hovered, then decisively tapped the Masculine symbol.
The interface shifted smoothly. "You have selected a Masculine-expressing Companion. Now, let us explore Archetypal Foundations. Please select one or more, or proceed to free-form sculpting:"
A new array of evocative terms appeared: [The Steadfast Protector] [The Virile Athlete] [The Youthful Charmer] [The Distinguished Mentor] [The Untamed Force] [The Gentle Titan] [The Enigmatic Artist].
Finn felt a thrill. He selected a blend: 'The Distinguished Mentor' and 'The Untamed Force,' with a strong inclination towards 'The Gentle Titan.' The holographic projection shifted, displaying a default humanoid form, now subtly imbued with a more mature, powerful stance.
Now, the details. A virtual sculpting tool appeared. Height first – Finn stretched the figure to a solid 6'2", broad across the shoulders, thick through the chest and thighs. Muscle definition: he didn't want overly ripped. He wanted solid, powerful density. He plumped the belly slightly, a soft, inviting curve over hard abs, defining pecs thick enough to rest a head on.
Skin tone next. Warm Mediterranean olive, a healthy, sun-kissed glow.
Then came hair. Chest and stomach hair: thick, dark whorls trailing down. Arms and legs: a generous coating. Back: a moderate amount. Pubic hair: thick, dark, trimmed neatly around the base. Hair color: deep espresso brown. Texture: slightly coarse. For the head: thick, dark hair, short but full, with subtle silver at the temples. Facial hair: a full beard, neatly shaped, dense and dark, framing a strong jaw.
The face. This took time. Deep, warm brown eyes with a kind intelligence, thick lashes. A strong nose, full masculine lips. He tweaked cheekbones, brow ridge, adding virtual crow's feet. Handsome, rugged, strong, with undeniable warmth.
A new header appeared, sleek and elegant: "The Eros Design Suite: Curating Intimate Attributes." Finn swallowed, his pulse quickening. He clicked to proceed. The next interface read: "Physiological Sculpting: Genital Aesthetics & Functionality." This was it. His own groin tightened.
The first category was "Shaft Elongation Potential." A slider appeared: "Select Desired Erect Length (inches)." Finn’s finger trembled. He wanted something truly impressive, something that felt like a real mouthful, a real deep stretch. He pushed the slider, watching the holographic representation grow, stopping at a breathtaking 9 inches.
Next, "Circumferential Volume." The slider read: "Define Erect Girth (circumference, inches)." Thickness was key. He wanted to feel utterly stuffed, stretched to his limits in the best way. He carefully guided the slider to a commanding 6 inches in circumference, a truly substantial girth that looked incredibly potent on the display. His own cock was aching now.
Then, "Structural Contour." A list of options appeared, the language becoming more direct: "Choose Cock Profile: [Straight], [Subtle Upward Curve], [Pronounced Upward Curve – G-Spot Optimized], [Gentle Downward Curve], [Thick Base Tapering Slightly], [Uniformly Thick Column]." That subtle upward curve, he thought, yes, perfect for hitting all the right spots. He selected it.
"Preputial Integrity." The options were stark: "[Uncut – Full Hood Coverage], [Uncut – Partial Hood], [Cut – Clean Line]." "Definitely uncut," he murmured, "full coverage." The image of that soft skin, the satisfying reveal as it peeled back… he shivered.
"Vascular Articulation." Options: "[Smooth – Minimal Veining], [Defined – Noticeable Veins], [Prominent – Ropy, Tactile Veins]." He selected 'Prominent.' He wanted those veins, a visible roadmap of pulsing pleasure under his touch, under his tongue.
"Scrotal Architecture." Choices: "[Compact & High], [Moderately Sized, Mid-Hang], [Heavy & Low-Slung – A Real Handful]." "Oh yes," Finn breathed, selecting the last. Heavy and low-slung. Something to weigh deliciously in his hand or slap softly against his perineum.
"Glanular Aesthetics & Pigmentation." This section was highly detailed. "Head Shape: [Classic Mushroom], [Tapered Spear], [Flared Crown]." He chose 'Flared Crown' for that extra sensation. Then, "Coloration Detail:" Sliders allowed him to fine-tune "Shaft Tone" and "Head Tone." He spent ages here, darkening the shaft to a dusky rose and the head to a richer, almost plum color, getting the contrast just right. The flared head, slightly darker than the thick shaft, looked utterly obscene and perfect.
Finally, "Anticipatory Fluid Dynamics." The options were almost brazen: "[Low Volume Drip], [Moderate Flow – Slick & Ready], [Copious Leakage – Constantly Wet & Glistening]." Finn grinned, a blush burning his cheeks as he selected 'Copious Leakage.' He wanted that visible sign of constant, eager arousal, beads of pre-cum always at the tip.
He reviewed the final creation. The nine-inch, six-inch thick cock, deeply colored, ropily veined, with its flared head and heavy balls, looked impossibly, perfectly lewd and powerful. It was a monument to his deepest desires.
Persona Matrix and Scent Profile. He tweaked sliders for 'Dominance/Gentleness' (gentle dominance), 'Patience' (maxed out), 'Vocalization' (deep, reassuring tones, occasional possessive growls, soft endearments like "my dear" or "sweetheart"). 'Pace & Intensity Calibration' was set to 'Attentive/Adaptive.' For scent: cedarwood, sandalwood, warm musk, clean sweat.
Finalize & Summon Your Elysian Encounter? The prompt pulsed. Taking a deep breath, Finn tapped 'Confirm'.
The interface dissolved: Configuration Locked. Elysian Unit Designation: 'AX-7 Kodiak'. Optimal Encounter Window: Tomorrow, 20:00 - 08:00...
The next day dragged. At 7:55 PM, his doorbell chimed. Standing there was AX-7 Kodiak – or Kody, as Finn was already starting to think of him – exactly as designed, even more imposing and real than the hologram. The warm olive skin, the thick dark hair, the kind brown eyes.
"Finn?" The voice. Oh my God, the voice. Deep, warm, resonant, exactly as programmed, laced with gentle reassurance that flowed over Finn’s fluttering nerves like warm honey. "May I come in?"
Finn nodded mutely. Kody entered, his presence filling the small apartment. "You seem nervous, Finn. That's perfectly natural." He placed a large, warm hand on Finn’s shoulder. Electric. "There's no pressure. No expectations beyond your pleasure. We have all night."
That broke through Finn’s anxiety. "Okay."
Kody guided him to the bedroom. "Would you be comfortable removing your clothes?" Finn nodded, fumbling. Kody helped, his hands gentle, movements sensual. Soon, Finn stood naked, blushing, feeling exposed and intensely desired. Kody remained dressed for now.
"You're beautiful, Finn," Kody murmured, admiration in his eyes. "Truly. You're stunning." He knelt, face level with Finn’s hardening cock. He looked up, seeking permission. Finn gave a shaky nod. Kody leaned in, warm breath ghosting over sensitive skin before his mouth closed over the head.
Finn gasped, knees buckling. Kody caught him, one arm around his waist, his mouth working expertly, worshipfully. Tongue tracing, slicking, strong suction. Finn’s hands clenched in Kody’s thick hair. Low moans escaped him. Kody hummed, a deep vibration. He brought Finn to the edge, eased back, then started again.
After several minutes, Kody pulled back, leaving Finn panting, cock aching, slick. "Now," Kody rumbled, rising. He stripped, revealing the body Finn had crafted. The dense chest hair, solid muscle, and finally, the magnificent, intimidating weight of his cock and heavy balls – all nine inches of thick, vein-ridged length and that formidable six-inch girth, now gloriously, terrifyingly real. It was perfect.
Kody gently pushed Finn onto the bed. From a thigh compartment, he retrieved a tube. "Bio-lube," he explained. "Warming, as you prefer." He applied it to his fingers, then turned to Finn's backside. "May I prepare you, Finn? Slowly."
Finn nodded. Kody’s touch was careful. One thick, lubed finger pressed against his tight entrance. Finn flinched. "Relax, sweetheart," Kody soothed. "Breathe." He waited patiently. The finger slipped inside. Strange, full, but reassuring. A second finger, working slowly, expertly hitting spots that sent shivers of unexpected pleasure. Finn gasped, face in the pillow. Kody continued, patient, thorough, ensuring Finn was completely relaxed and ready.
He positioned himself between Finn’s spread legs, applying more lube to his own massive cock, stroking its incredible length slowly for Finn to watch. The sight of that nine-inch, six-inch thick marvel, glistening and ready, was almost too much. Kody leaned down, whispering, "Tell me if you need me to stop or slow down. Tell me everything." Then, with infinite care, he pushed forward.
The sensation of being filled by that enormous cock was immense, overwhelming. Finn cried out, gripping the sheets, his body bowing, stretched to the absolute limit by that incredible nine-inch length and six-inch girth. Kody paused, embedded deep, whispering reassurances until Finn’s breathing evened, until shock morphed into deep, aching pleasure. "Are you okay, my dear?" Kody murmured. Finn choked a nod.
Kody began to move. Slowly. Deeply. Each thrust was deliberate, measured, that incredible shaft filling Finn completely, stretching him wide, then withdrawing almost fully before sinking back in. Finn moaned, hips lifting. Kody picked up the pace fractionally, finding a rhythm that made Finn whimper, hitting a spot deep inside that made his vision white out. The sounds filled the room – Finn's gasps, the wet slap of flesh, Kody's low growls.
He turned Finn onto his stomach, lifting his hips. The angle was deeper, that incredible length driving even further, hitting that magic spot with unerring accuracy. Finn sobbed, overwhelmed. Kody’s hands gripped his hips, fucking him with relentless, powerful strokes.
Just as Finn was about to shatter, Kody pulled out, turning him onto his back. He straddled Finn, his thick cock slick. "Look at me, Finn," he commanded gently. Finn obeyed. Kody lowered himself, sinking back into Finn's slick depths with agonizing slowness, maintaining eye contact. Being fucked by that enormous cock while looking into those warm eyes was unbearable.
His climax hit like a physical blow – a strangled scream, body arching, cock spewing ropes of semen over his belly and Kody’s hard stomach. Waves of ecstasy racked him.
Kody didn’t stop. He continued the steady, deep fucking, his powerful hips working that incredible shaft, bringing Finn slowly back to arousal. They continued for what felt like hours. Different positions, rhythms, Kody’s inexhaustible stamina. He fucked Finn until he was trembling with exhaustion, blissfully incoherent.
Finally, Kody gathered Finn close, spooning him. He began to thrust again, harder, faster, deep guttural groans rumbling from his chest. Finn felt the massive body tense, the deep, hammering thrusts of that nine-inch cock pushing him to the brink. With a final, possessive groan, Kody simulated his release – a deep pulsing within Finn, a sensation of being utterly filled and claimed by that substantial length and girth.
Afterwards, Kody held him, stroking his hair as Finn drifted off, utterly sated, sore in the best way, cocooned in the warmth and scent he'd chosen. When Finn woke late the next morning, he was alone. The bed tidy. No trace of Kody except the lingering scent of cedar and musk, the pleasant ache deep within his body, and the profound memory of a night where technology had delivered perfectly on fantasy, leaving him blissfully, finally, exquisitely, no longer a virgin.