Katsuo's heart beat fast as he quickly walked out of the bathroom and down the many halls, wanting to get out of Arasaka Tower, his mind still hazy from what almost went down—
He shook his head, face burning bright at the fresh recollection. He felt hot, horny, and needy, and all he wanted to do was go home and use his 'toy' until he was spent and satisfied and catch up on some much needed sleep.
The AV was waiting for him when he arrived at the parking zone, grateful to finally go home. Its doors automatically opened when he scanned his hand.
"Greetings, Katsuo Tanaka," a female AI voice greeted in Japanese. "Will you be present at a specific location?"
"No thanks, I'll just be heading home," he responded in kind, trying not to show too much of his frustration.
"Very well. Your ETA is three minutes."
Katsuo sighed through nose, gazing out the window at the megacorp buildings surrounding Central Park. One of his hands discreetly made its way to his groin as he crossed his legs, lightly squeezing himself. He rubbed against the fabric of his slacks, trying to get some relief.
He briefly closed his eyes, thinking—how could David have this kind of effect on him? The kid was a literal brat—a street rat—causing their class problems from time to time. So why did he actually want David to go down on him? No… why did he even agree to such a thing in the first place?
To think that all of this started with an unexpected kiss… Katsuo wanted to forget the memory—wanted to pretend it never even happened. Things could go back to normal if he just dropped all of this altogether. David showed he could bite back, and Katsuo had stopped pestering him, giving the street kid his space.
"You have arrived, Katsuo Tanaka," the voice announced, snapping him out of his thoughts.
"Yeah, thanks," Katsuo said as he exited the AV.
When the sliding door to his luxury apartment opened, he was greeted by the housekeeper.
She bowed down in respect. "Welcome home, Mr. Tanaka. Your dinner will be ready within the next two hours. Do you require any other assistance in the meantime?" she asked in Japanese.
Katsuo raised an eyebrow. "My father won't be here for dinner?" he asked. There was a strange tone in his voice.
"Apologies, Mr. Tanaka, but Sr. Tanaka will be attending an important meeting this evening," the housekeeper explained, head tilted slightly down in respect.
Yeah, important meeting my ass. Katsuo scoffed.
"I see…" he said quietly, starting to walk up the grand stairs in the direction of his room. "Thank you, Shira. I am not to be disturbed in those two hours."
Going into his room, he shrugged off his blazer and walked to where his bed was, crouching to retrieve his 'toy' from a hidden ground panel.
It was a human-sized life-like sex doll, equipped with synthetic skin and a smart hub for many positions. Its face was customizable via a holographic display, something Katsuo didn't bother to deal with. The genitalia was swappable, having an inner-rotating mechanism that could shift between masculine and feminine genitalia, although if others preferred something else it was possible to mod it out.
Laying the doll on his bed, he flipped it onto its stomach. He loosened his tie and tossed it on his bed—he'll deal with his clothes later. Eager hands quickly made way to his belt, undoing his slacks and bringing himself free. A hand lazily stroked his cock while the other scrolled through the holographic screen displaying from the doll's back.
Satisfied with his option, the doll automatically assumed the desired position, getting on its hands and knees, its ass lifted up and face planted down on the bed. Katsuo didn't wait as he lined himself up to the artificial vagina, entering the wet warmth.
A groan escaped his lips as he feverishly thrusted into the doll. Under normal circumstances, he would take his time, either teasing himself or—if the mood was right—edging himself for a few hours until his too sensitive cock couldn't hold out anymore. And sometimes for passing the time or just for the fun of it: some lube, his hand, and some good porn.
But today was none of those days; he rarely ever bent over his doll like this nowadays, fucking it senseless.There was really only one person to blame: damn Martinez—the brat got him all riled up, and here he was releasing his pent up tension and arousal in a fucktoy because his dick had more control over him.
Katsuo's head went back. God, he was already close. He couldn't think of anything else in this moment but release. He moved them both up on the bed, curling against the body, slamming his hips against the artificial flesh.
There was no way Martinez had this kind of effect on him. Yes, he was still quite young, but this was ridiculous; his body was acting as if he were going through puberty again, having no sense of control.
Sheepishly, he remembered the first time he found out his dick and hand made the perfect combo, mixed with a bit of his saliva or cream until he was old enough to buy himself some lube. Then, when his hand wasn't enough—when he first stumbled across the vast horizon of adult websites—he discretely bought a modern fleshlight, using it almost every night and sometimes in the morning. It lasted for a good while, but the thing ended up getting a new torn hole. Oh well, there were always new models coming into Night City, and Katsuo's current one proved useful.
There was one time he came across an ad on a porn site he was scrolling through. Curiosity got the best of him and he bought the doll without thinking. His father was furious when he walked in on his son naked and copulating with the thing. Not to mention the very stern scolding he received when his father saw the price in one of his checking accounts. Katsuo argued it was a better alternative than resorting to prostitution for his needs and urges, also adding that he wouldn't risk getting anyone pregnant. His father never brought it up again, and instead opened up a new checking account meant for Katsuo to do whatever he wished with the money he received every month.
Pleasure overtook his body and he slumped against the doll, coming inside and breathing hard. Rolling onto his back, he lazily tucked himself away, not bothering to clean himself up, well at least not now anyways. His eyelids felt heavy, the lack of sleep creeping up to him. Closing his eyes, he felt the doll deactivate after being idle.
Maybe it was the drowsiness coursing through his body; maybe it was the hormones causing his horniness, but some part of him—a small fraction of him—wished that he stayed in that bathroom with David…