When i played cyberpunk 2077 i rolled a male V with a vagina (of course). I also couldn’t help but mentally characterize my V as goodnatured but kind of shortsighted the way men in their 20s are.
Eventually i decided that my V had a vagina because he bought a bunch of penis implants on credit, couldn’t make the payments, and his peen got repo’ed. Viktor Vektor replaced it with the only thing V could afford: a tight wet squishy little fuckhole. Naturally, once it was installed it had to be properly stretched and seated or the nerves wouldn't connect properly and it wouldn't fit right.
V came to, still groggy in the chair. He blinked twice, Viktor coming into focus next to him.
"Viktor? How'd it go?"
"Oh, fine, fine. There's just, ah, one thing we have to do before you can be on your way, though."
"Feels fine. Looks fine. What's left to do?" V glanced down, feeling a little disoriented from seeing nothing between his legs. This would be fine for a few weeks. Like a loaner car, he told himself. He felt strange. Vulnerable.
"Well, it's installed, sure. But I need to calibrate some of the... nerve endings. Need you to be awake for that."
"Nerve endings? What does that mean?"
"Okay. Since this is a body part you've never had before, the mind-body connection needs to be formed or you could develop cyberpsychosis. The way that happens is, uh, touching the newly-installed part while watching yourself touch it and concentrating on it being a part of you."
"Touch? Hang on, you asking me to fingerbang myself in your office?"
"No, no, no. Nothing like that."
"That's a relie--"
"I have to do it."
"WHAT?"
"And I don't 'fingerbang'. I use a dilator. Honestly, V, I'm offended. I am a professional, you know." He frowned. "It’s just that I, um, misplaced it. Could go look for it, but god knows where it is. Could be anywhere. This won’t take but a few minutes anyway. Wouldn't you just rather be on your way?"
V tensed again. "Hang on, what are--"
Viktor rested his hand on V's naked thigh. "My fingers are big enough, and close enough to the same shape. It'll be quick. Just like getting a regular pelvic exam. I promise."
No fucking way, V thought. He felt indignant, angry, scared... but at the same time, he couldn't help but notice Viktor's hands were so big his fingers wrapped almost all the way around V's thigh. Viktor gave him a reassuring little squeeze, which caused the muscles in his thick forearm to tense and shift around. V did not notice that. He did not like that. No new part of him was moving, swelling, getting wet. He swallowed-- quietly, he hoped-- and gave a tiny, tiny little nod.
"Okay. Okay. If it's like a regular exam. Okay." V shifted uncertainly, propping his feet up, spreading his legs. Something in him spread open, pulled apart, and suddenly he was exposed in a way he'd never been before. He gave a little gasp. Not getting turned on. Doesn't feel good.
Viktor rested one hand against V's new crotch. V aggressively tried not to notice how warm his hand was, how big. How he could hold all of V in his palm. Nope.
"Just relax, take a deep breath." Viktor was between V's legs now, at the end of the chair. "Concentrate on my hand. Feel it on your labia." V didn't need to be told to do this. It felt like the only thing in the world that existed was Viktor's hand on his labia. All the blood in his body was rushing to pool in his crotch. "Watch." Viktor rubbed his palm on V in little circles, slowly at first, then faster and with more pressure. V struggled to breathe normally. This doesn't feel good. It doesn't. It doesn't.
"O-okay. Yes. I see it." Viktor was driving him insane. He struggled to keep his breathing normal, his thighs twitching involuntarily. This was torture. After what felt like forever, Viktor finally stopped rubbing and laid his palm flat against V again with his index and pinkie fingers on either side of V's flushed pussy lips, in the creases where his thighs met his pelvis. His middle and ring fingers pressed gently against V's new hole, hidden behind the puffy, swollen lips.
"I'm going to enter you now."
V gasped, looked up at Viktor to give a dazed little nod. "Okay." He was so far past pretending this wasn't turning him on. His mouth was hanging open. He could feel something moving, getting hard like his dick used to get hard, but smaller, more focused. His new clit, he guessed. He shifted a bit, which caused his body to rub against it, setting off stars. He bit back a moan. Maybe if he really concentrated he could get out of here without Viktor noticing how turned on he was.
Meanwhile, Viktor placed his other hand on V's stomach between his belly button and the top of his pubic hair, pressing down firmly but not so hard as to be uncomfortable. V was totally immobilized, his entire focus on what those two big warm hands were doing to him. He felt himself being opened for the first time as Viktor's fingers slowly began to push past his entrance, stretching him open. Having something in him... being filled... He couldn't help it. He threw his head back, gasping for air. It felt-- It felt--
"Just relax," said Viktor, firmly. "Take a deep breath, let me in. You need to watch, remember?" The other hand pressed harder into his belly. He felt like he was going to lose his mind, but somehow managed to struggle up on his elbows and look down. His body looked so small between Viktor's hands, Viktor's two thick fingers stretching him open. God, his fingers were so big. V squeezed around them involuntarily. His entire world was shrunk down to the feeling of being stretched and filled. He was a hole. A vessel. A receptacle. How could anything that big fit in him? Could he fit something bigger?
"Does it feel strange? You've never been penetrated like this before, right, V?"
V couldn't help it: he moaned. It was useless. V was dripping wet, thighs twitching, hips making little involuntary thrusting movements. If he could see how flushed and swollen and red he was, Viktor certainly could too. His two fingers were shiny with wet where they'd been inside V. There was no pretending to not be turned on. Viktor, however, seemed not to notice: he pulled his fingers out, then pumped them in again. "Concentrate on my fingers, how they feel." Out. In. "Watch my hand." Out. In. Out. In. He was so slow. So fucking slow. V could feel his pussy clenching tight, squeezing Viktor's fingers, willing him not to leave, to press harder, to go deeper inside him. V was sure that Viktor's palm, which had been inadvertently brushing V's hardening clit, was now being rubbed against him deliberately. Viktor pressed one hand down on V's belly at the same time as he pressed up into V's g-spot with his fingers, a deep spot, deep pressure, thick and heavy, squeezing from both sides. It was so much... And again. And again. Vik's hand rubbing his belly in firm circles. Vik's fingers stroking his g-spot. Faster. Vik's face, concentrating hard. His palm on V's clit. His forearms. His breath. His fingers. His fingers. His fingers. V could feel himself, back arching, starting to-- to-- almost-- one more-- he was so close so close so cl--
--Viktor stopped moving, removed both hands. V tensed, near sobbing. He felt so desperate, so empty, squeezing down on nothing hard as he could, desperately rutting his crotch into the air, fingers almost clawing at the chair.
"Something wrong, V?"
"N-nn--" He ached. Oh my god, he ached.
"No? Good." Viktor snapped his glove off. "Well, everything seems to be hooked up right, so I guess that's it. Try not to get any more genitals repoed." He stood up and turned to go back to his computer. V thought he was going to scream. He was on fire, dripping, flooding, clenching in places he didn't have an hour ago, desperate for sensations he didn't know existed, aching to be filled up and fucked. He sat forward, curled up, and let out a little sob.
"Vik. Please--"
"Hmmm?" Viktor was already sitting at his computer again. "Something wrong?"
Yeah. Feels like gonna fucking die if I can't cum, thought V, then Get a grip, you freak, that was a medical procedure. "No. No, I'm okay," he said, instead, and reached for his clothes. Shakily, he got dressed and mumbled "thanks, Vik," before stumbling up the stairs and out into the alleyway next to Misty's Esoterica. His body felt like an exposed nerve ending. He felt empty. He couldn't help it: he needed to be filled right the fuck now. It absolutely couldn't wait until he got home. He slumped against the wall, then slid his hand down his pants and shamefully, desperately, roughly brought himself off, rutting into his palm. It wasn't enough; he needed to be filled. Near tears, he headed home, his thighs sticky, his underwear a mess.
Downstairs, Viktor smirked as the footage from the alley cameras saved itself to his system.
2016 me: there's no safe way to choke somebody!
2026 me: god yeah. you could die
2016 me: exactly, so you should never do it
2026 me: nnghf,, i'd be so vulnerable you could just kill me right now
2016 me:
2026 me: go on, choke me. don't be a pussy. make me think this time could be it
2016 me:
2016 me:
2016 me: alright take your shirt off
genuinely embarrassing how much of my daily motivation to go to the gym comes from seeing that fucking video of connor storrie dancing to “like a prayer”
