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Adult +
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No! Bad Tuxedo!
Disclaimer: I still don’t own shit. I don’t even own the clothes I’m wearing right now (stole them from a hobo. Shhh! Don’t tell anyone)
Author’s rant: hello again for my second attempt at smut. I have been told by someone (*ahem Karine!*) that I tend to mix words like ass and fuck into my writing and it doesn’t work. I’ll try to work on blending the two together in this story because there is no way I’m giving up on fuck and ass. Again, I say that I love constructive criticism even if it’s just that you don’t like my vocabulary or my grammar sucks. Anything! Though I do reserve myself the right to kill you if I don’t like what you say ^^
For this story I relied heavily on the movie so some passages have been directly copied from there. I tried to be as specific and accurate as possible by watching and rewatching these two links
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ylib1QHB3VQ
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v8hfm1_T91E&feature=related
So if something seems to not really make sense, watch these and you’ll get it. If you still don’t I blame Karine. It’s always her fault.
I love you Karine please don’t kill me!
8=> ~
Useless.
All of his efforts were useless.
Jimmy Tong searched for any and all feasible clues which would lead him to Clark Devlin’s illusive ‘Walter Strider’, but to no avail. He looked high and low through address-books, cell phone history, even asking around, though the last option had to be done with the utmost discreetness. His now deceased boss surely would not appreciate his secret becoming widespread knowledge. Who would want the fact that they were an undercover spy publicised so shortly after their death? For that reason, his investigations were executed with the greatest care and discretion, or at least as much care and discretion a clumsy former taxi driver could manage.
Fruitless though his hunt seemed, he did not lose hope. In fact, every one of his dead ends seemed to reinforce his determination. It was like a little voice in the back of his head kept repeating that the law of probability dictated that the more he failed, the better his chances were that he would find what he was looking for eventually. His intentions undeterred, he doubled his efforts, going as far as meticulously going through the many drawers in Mr. Devlin’s office. One by one they turned up holding nothing of importance for Jimmy, until he reached a certain room in the recesses of his boss’ office.
He had been in it before, while putting one of the suits back into its permanent place of residence behind a window of glass. At that time he had noticed one outfit in particular. Not that all of the others weren’t as outstanding and expensive looking; nevertheless, the tuxedo holding center stage to all the others was different. It was dashing despite only displaying the traditional white and black colours. Truly exquisite in its simplicity.
He looked down at the watch he had extricated from a drawer he had seen Clark Devlin delve into on many occasions. He pressed the necessary buttons on it and the protective shield of bullet proof glass (it was far too thick to be ordinary glass) lifted up into the ceiling. Jimmy walked forwards in awe, watching the transparent cage as it arose, then disappeared into the tiles above his head.
He stepped closer still, looking the vestment top to bottom, having lost all thought of what he had previously been doing.
“Wow” was all he could say, touching the incredible softness of the fabric.
One would have thought that it would come as an impossibility to make something such as a tuxedo so exceedingly pleasant to the touch. He just had to try it on. He had to feel it all over his skin.
In the blink of an eye, the suit was adorning his body. It had automatically adjusted its size to fit the human’s, tightening around the waist and shoulders while shortening on the legs and arms. Jimmy felt tiny stinging sensations through specific parts of his arms. The tingling where the minuscule lasers had fired suddenly gave off a single pulse which had his arms flying up and fastening his bowtie without his even needing to mentally order them to do so.
A pride-filled grin tugged at the corners of his lips as he inspected his own body, looking himself over from head to toe, which were now encased in fancy black dress shoes. He opened the blazer and a mechanical voice became audible.
“Welcome to the tactical uniform experiment. Tuxedo recognizing new user.” showing considerably less weariness then the situation should incite in him, Tong opened the other side of the supposed ‘tactical uniform experiment’ “Mapping user’s neurological system. Activate wristwatch for desired function.” The monotone voice continued.
His curiosity overwhelming his better judgement (which had been rather ineffective thus far anyway), he listened to the machine and browsed through the settings on the watch. The options scrolled down in alphabetical order, ranging from A to Z, even though an action beginning with the letter Z didn’t exactly spring to mind.
‘Delegation
Demographic
Demolition’
The Asian man bypassed the seemingly helpful ‘Demonstration’ option, taking the decision to further his exploring. He sat with his back against the cold metal wall when he concluded that his exploring would take a while, as he had only just begun to look at the ‘M’s and already 5 minutes had passed (A/N: which all you impatient people know is a lot! xp).
‘Master-at-arms
Mastermind
Mastoidectomy’
His scrolling was starting to become tiresome, so he made a choice to select mastoidectomy, mainly because he did not know what it meant. He would find out soon enough, he thought.
“Ok show me” he said to the watch, nodding his head. “Uh oh” he added as an afterthought when he saw that his finger had slipped and that he had selected the function just below the one he had wanted.
“Function masturbate mode. The tuxedo will pleasure it’s user until it no longer detects signs of sexual tension” announced the suit.
Before he even had time to react, the mysterious layers of fabric took control of him once again, forcing him into a sitting position at the spot where he was standing just moments before. Jimmy was surprised at the gentleness of the movement, which made him feel like he had been beguiled into obeying the command the black clothing had wordlessly uttered, as opposed to not being given a choice. That idea made him frown. Had the inanimate object just made him question whether or not he wanted this to happen to him? Like a lab rat given the illusion of free will while running through interconnected plastic tubes, unknowingly following the will of the humans in white coats which had placed him there. Well, he wasn’t a lab rat! And he would be damned if he was just going to sit there and-
“Ooh that feels good” Jimmy purred approvingly.
The little lasers certainly were skilled at extinguishing any and all resistance once they started working their magic, as magic was all they could have been. The sensations they caused had switched from mildly irritating tingling to something resembling thousands of tiny fingers massaging away all of his tension. Surely that could not be anything natural so, he concluded, it must be supernatural.
That rather hasty conclusion freed his mind from any plaguing thoughts of the how and why, making him concentrate solely on the now. Every inch of his clothe covered body was being rubbed in the most delicious way. Knots of stress were pressed, soothed and released repeatedly until he was overwhelmed with an ease and peace of mind that he had not possessed in a long time. Well before his times as Mr. Devlin’s employee as personal chauffeur.
He was snapped back to reality as the intensity of the ministrations suddenly redoubled in what the tuxedo must have been programmed to catalogue as erogenous zones. They now centered at select points around the collar of the attire as well as the fabric covered pink nipples. The resultant heightening in their sensibility drew out a low groan of appreciation from Jimmy’s throat.
“Nhg” the strangled cry was the result of his failed endeavour at restricting his vocal responses to the electric boost of absolute bliss sent straight through his nipples, causing them to harden immediately.
After the unexpected jolt to his system, he found that his breathing had accelerated as the shock lessened to a steady buzz, which spread to his entire body. The constant stream of ecstasy had him panting heavily in no time.
As if to accommodate him, the suit automatically loosened the bowtie and unfastened to collar, which had been skilfully put into place ages ago. Or at least what felt like ages to anyone which would have found themselves in the Asian man’s predicament. The vestment also took it upon itself to unfasten the pants. The zipper slid down without Jimmy even having to touch it or for that matter, taking notice of it doing so.
His had drifted down to his waistband and pulled it down, bringing about a sharp intake of breath from its owner. At the same time, the other grasped his leaking erection, which had hardened long ago in account of the meticulous job the mechanized vestment had done in stimulating him.
The former taxi driver had given up of struggling. He noticed that just because he did not particularly like the idea of being rubbed in his most private of places by an article of clothing, did not mean said article was going to give him a reprieve from the delicious torture it was putting him through. Moreover, it felt so good to have things just play out as nature intended, of course ignoring the fact that nature had nothing to do with technologically inclined objects. He tried not to ruin it by thinking how wrong it must be, (let alone look) if someone were to decide to introduce himself into the room.
“Mmh…” Jimmy tightened his grip around himself at the tantalizing prospect.
The thought that he might enjoy being watched had never been explored in his mind before, and it came as a surprise that he would be thinking of it now. Then again, what hadn’t come as a surprise thus far?
Blushing furiously, he unwittingly began to imagine what he must look like at the moment, all sprawled out on the floor ready to be devoured by the next person to chance upon him. His knees were bent and invitingly spread wide. He did not bother feeling puzzled at the fact that his legs were now bare. He did not even remember ever having removed a single article of clothing. The only thing that mattered was the feeling he was giving himself with the teasingly slow strokes of his hand.
When it travelled up, his index finger would caress the amazingly soft and malleable skin beneath his head at the same time as his thumb would dig into the tiny hole at the tip and even plunging in occasionally. When it travelled down; however, more force was applied as he squeezed the base and tickled the curly black hairs he found there.
It was at that moment when his previously idle hand moved. Two of the fingers from his right hand journeyed upwards to where the left was occupied, tracing a line from root to collect the opaque liquid that had trickled there. His two, now slippery, fingers redirected themselves downwards to the little hole between their proprietor’s butt cheeks. If he hadn’t before, Jimmy definitely took notice of this.
“Woah! Bad fingers! Bad tuxedo! Just… s-stop!” he screamed at his entrance was prodded at.
Unbeknownst to him, the tuxedo had been equipped with a fail safe as a safety measure, making sure that if its actions were harmful or displeased its owner in any way, it would cease all movement and even though Jimmy would have vouched to the opposite, this was not one of these instances. Thus, his hands paid no heed to his half-hearted pleas
A single, now slick, finger invaded his previously unused pucker, which instinctively clenched around the intruder in an attempt to force it out. Despite the efforts in obstructing it, the digit forced its way in deeper. His squeezing passage hugged the trespassing finger tightly; to the point of pain even. As if sensing its owner’s distress, it began to rub against his sensitive anal walls.
Jimmy jumped at the strange feel of his own insides, having never touched anything remotely similar to it. Intrigued, rather then relaxed by the feeling, he relinquished his grip on himself, causing him to come to a realization. The less he resisted, the less it would hurt. In fact, it was not that unpleasant, if not a little unfamiliar.
Another finger was added and he constricted around in once more automatically, but remembering his newly gained knowledge, he loosened. This time; however, a slight pressure remained. The limited success rate of his discovery did not make him happy. In fact, it made him more then a little bit worried. What if the pain would just keep escalating? How much more painful could it possibly get?
“Aah!” he gasped when his little voyagers brushed a bump which seemed silkier then what he had been playing with so far.
He bowed his head to look at the fingers disappearing into his bum as if that alone would give him the answer he needed. He blushed immediately at the sight of his cum slicked appendages sliding in and out of his slightly swollen pucker. The redness of his cheeks darkened at the moment when another curious digit decided to add itself to the already filled hole. As it shoved its way alongside its companions, searing pain shot up Jimmy’s spine. The ached was so deeply felt that he could no longer stop his voice from becoming audible by biting his bottom lip like he had been doing and he whimpered.
The suit sought to distract him from his minor agony by simultaneously quickening his movements on his member, which had slowed in order for Jimmy to concentrate fully on his anal fondling, and pressing down hard on his pleasure button.
“Aaaah! …G-good!” was all he could utter as his prostate was pounded into repeatedly. “Close…I’m so c-close! I-I’m cumming!”
The sensation overload was just too much. He had barely finished articulating those words that he groaned out his orgasm, his voice bouncing off the metal walls so effortlessly well that he could have sworn that they had been constructed for that very purpose. Thick white bursts of seed shot out of him, coating his hand, still covered chest and even his chin in warm liquid. As he released, all of his lust, want and need seemed to be furiously forced out of him. The discharge of such strong emotions channeled into a single place was so intense that he almost lost consciousness.
After that all he could to was struggle to regain his breath. The ejaculation on his chin dripped onto the fabric of the blazer above his heaving chest, but he could have cared less about that. All he wanted to do now was curl up, take a long nap and try to regain the energy he has just lost. He just sat there bonelessly with a discreet smile adorning his face.
“Mr tuxedo” he said between satisfied breaths “I think I love you”
~ THE END ~
Author’s rant: hello again for my second attempt at smut. I have been told by someone (*ahem Karine!*) that I tend to mix words like ass and fuck into my writing and it doesn’t work. I’ll try to work on blending the two together in this story because there is no way I’m giving up on fuck and ass. Again, I say that I love constructive criticism even if it’s just that you don’t like my vocabulary or my grammar sucks. Anything! Though I do reserve myself the right to kill you if I don’t like what you say ^^
For this story I relied heavily on the movie so some passages have been directly copied from there. I tried to be as specific and accurate as possible by watching and rewatching these two links
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ylib1QHB3VQ
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v8hfm1_T91E&feature=related
So if something seems to not really make sense, watch these and you’ll get it. If you still don’t I blame Karine. It’s always her fault.
I love you Karine please don’t kill me!
8=> ~
Useless.
All of his efforts were useless.
Jimmy Tong searched for any and all feasible clues which would lead him to Clark Devlin’s illusive ‘Walter Strider’, but to no avail. He looked high and low through address-books, cell phone history, even asking around, though the last option had to be done with the utmost discreetness. His now deceased boss surely would not appreciate his secret becoming widespread knowledge. Who would want the fact that they were an undercover spy publicised so shortly after their death? For that reason, his investigations were executed with the greatest care and discretion, or at least as much care and discretion a clumsy former taxi driver could manage.
Fruitless though his hunt seemed, he did not lose hope. In fact, every one of his dead ends seemed to reinforce his determination. It was like a little voice in the back of his head kept repeating that the law of probability dictated that the more he failed, the better his chances were that he would find what he was looking for eventually. His intentions undeterred, he doubled his efforts, going as far as meticulously going through the many drawers in Mr. Devlin’s office. One by one they turned up holding nothing of importance for Jimmy, until he reached a certain room in the recesses of his boss’ office.
He had been in it before, while putting one of the suits back into its permanent place of residence behind a window of glass. At that time he had noticed one outfit in particular. Not that all of the others weren’t as outstanding and expensive looking; nevertheless, the tuxedo holding center stage to all the others was different. It was dashing despite only displaying the traditional white and black colours. Truly exquisite in its simplicity.
He looked down at the watch he had extricated from a drawer he had seen Clark Devlin delve into on many occasions. He pressed the necessary buttons on it and the protective shield of bullet proof glass (it was far too thick to be ordinary glass) lifted up into the ceiling. Jimmy walked forwards in awe, watching the transparent cage as it arose, then disappeared into the tiles above his head.
He stepped closer still, looking the vestment top to bottom, having lost all thought of what he had previously been doing.
“Wow” was all he could say, touching the incredible softness of the fabric.
One would have thought that it would come as an impossibility to make something such as a tuxedo so exceedingly pleasant to the touch. He just had to try it on. He had to feel it all over his skin.
In the blink of an eye, the suit was adorning his body. It had automatically adjusted its size to fit the human’s, tightening around the waist and shoulders while shortening on the legs and arms. Jimmy felt tiny stinging sensations through specific parts of his arms. The tingling where the minuscule lasers had fired suddenly gave off a single pulse which had his arms flying up and fastening his bowtie without his even needing to mentally order them to do so.
A pride-filled grin tugged at the corners of his lips as he inspected his own body, looking himself over from head to toe, which were now encased in fancy black dress shoes. He opened the blazer and a mechanical voice became audible.
“Welcome to the tactical uniform experiment. Tuxedo recognizing new user.” showing considerably less weariness then the situation should incite in him, Tong opened the other side of the supposed ‘tactical uniform experiment’ “Mapping user’s neurological system. Activate wristwatch for desired function.” The monotone voice continued.
His curiosity overwhelming his better judgement (which had been rather ineffective thus far anyway), he listened to the machine and browsed through the settings on the watch. The options scrolled down in alphabetical order, ranging from A to Z, even though an action beginning with the letter Z didn’t exactly spring to mind.
‘Delegation
Demographic
Demolition’
The Asian man bypassed the seemingly helpful ‘Demonstration’ option, taking the decision to further his exploring. He sat with his back against the cold metal wall when he concluded that his exploring would take a while, as he had only just begun to look at the ‘M’s and already 5 minutes had passed (A/N: which all you impatient people know is a lot! xp).
‘Master-at-arms
Mastermind
Mastoidectomy’
His scrolling was starting to become tiresome, so he made a choice to select mastoidectomy, mainly because he did not know what it meant. He would find out soon enough, he thought.
“Ok show me” he said to the watch, nodding his head. “Uh oh” he added as an afterthought when he saw that his finger had slipped and that he had selected the function just below the one he had wanted.
“Function masturbate mode. The tuxedo will pleasure it’s user until it no longer detects signs of sexual tension” announced the suit.
Before he even had time to react, the mysterious layers of fabric took control of him once again, forcing him into a sitting position at the spot where he was standing just moments before. Jimmy was surprised at the gentleness of the movement, which made him feel like he had been beguiled into obeying the command the black clothing had wordlessly uttered, as opposed to not being given a choice. That idea made him frown. Had the inanimate object just made him question whether or not he wanted this to happen to him? Like a lab rat given the illusion of free will while running through interconnected plastic tubes, unknowingly following the will of the humans in white coats which had placed him there. Well, he wasn’t a lab rat! And he would be damned if he was just going to sit there and-
“Ooh that feels good” Jimmy purred approvingly.
The little lasers certainly were skilled at extinguishing any and all resistance once they started working their magic, as magic was all they could have been. The sensations they caused had switched from mildly irritating tingling to something resembling thousands of tiny fingers massaging away all of his tension. Surely that could not be anything natural so, he concluded, it must be supernatural.
That rather hasty conclusion freed his mind from any plaguing thoughts of the how and why, making him concentrate solely on the now. Every inch of his clothe covered body was being rubbed in the most delicious way. Knots of stress were pressed, soothed and released repeatedly until he was overwhelmed with an ease and peace of mind that he had not possessed in a long time. Well before his times as Mr. Devlin’s employee as personal chauffeur.
He was snapped back to reality as the intensity of the ministrations suddenly redoubled in what the tuxedo must have been programmed to catalogue as erogenous zones. They now centered at select points around the collar of the attire as well as the fabric covered pink nipples. The resultant heightening in their sensibility drew out a low groan of appreciation from Jimmy’s throat.
“Nhg” the strangled cry was the result of his failed endeavour at restricting his vocal responses to the electric boost of absolute bliss sent straight through his nipples, causing them to harden immediately.
After the unexpected jolt to his system, he found that his breathing had accelerated as the shock lessened to a steady buzz, which spread to his entire body. The constant stream of ecstasy had him panting heavily in no time.
As if to accommodate him, the suit automatically loosened the bowtie and unfastened to collar, which had been skilfully put into place ages ago. Or at least what felt like ages to anyone which would have found themselves in the Asian man’s predicament. The vestment also took it upon itself to unfasten the pants. The zipper slid down without Jimmy even having to touch it or for that matter, taking notice of it doing so.
His had drifted down to his waistband and pulled it down, bringing about a sharp intake of breath from its owner. At the same time, the other grasped his leaking erection, which had hardened long ago in account of the meticulous job the mechanized vestment had done in stimulating him.
The former taxi driver had given up of struggling. He noticed that just because he did not particularly like the idea of being rubbed in his most private of places by an article of clothing, did not mean said article was going to give him a reprieve from the delicious torture it was putting him through. Moreover, it felt so good to have things just play out as nature intended, of course ignoring the fact that nature had nothing to do with technologically inclined objects. He tried not to ruin it by thinking how wrong it must be, (let alone look) if someone were to decide to introduce himself into the room.
“Mmh…” Jimmy tightened his grip around himself at the tantalizing prospect.
The thought that he might enjoy being watched had never been explored in his mind before, and it came as a surprise that he would be thinking of it now. Then again, what hadn’t come as a surprise thus far?
Blushing furiously, he unwittingly began to imagine what he must look like at the moment, all sprawled out on the floor ready to be devoured by the next person to chance upon him. His knees were bent and invitingly spread wide. He did not bother feeling puzzled at the fact that his legs were now bare. He did not even remember ever having removed a single article of clothing. The only thing that mattered was the feeling he was giving himself with the teasingly slow strokes of his hand.
When it travelled up, his index finger would caress the amazingly soft and malleable skin beneath his head at the same time as his thumb would dig into the tiny hole at the tip and even plunging in occasionally. When it travelled down; however, more force was applied as he squeezed the base and tickled the curly black hairs he found there.
It was at that moment when his previously idle hand moved. Two of the fingers from his right hand journeyed upwards to where the left was occupied, tracing a line from root to collect the opaque liquid that had trickled there. His two, now slippery, fingers redirected themselves downwards to the little hole between their proprietor’s butt cheeks. If he hadn’t before, Jimmy definitely took notice of this.
“Woah! Bad fingers! Bad tuxedo! Just… s-stop!” he screamed at his entrance was prodded at.
Unbeknownst to him, the tuxedo had been equipped with a fail safe as a safety measure, making sure that if its actions were harmful or displeased its owner in any way, it would cease all movement and even though Jimmy would have vouched to the opposite, this was not one of these instances. Thus, his hands paid no heed to his half-hearted pleas
A single, now slick, finger invaded his previously unused pucker, which instinctively clenched around the intruder in an attempt to force it out. Despite the efforts in obstructing it, the digit forced its way in deeper. His squeezing passage hugged the trespassing finger tightly; to the point of pain even. As if sensing its owner’s distress, it began to rub against his sensitive anal walls.
Jimmy jumped at the strange feel of his own insides, having never touched anything remotely similar to it. Intrigued, rather then relaxed by the feeling, he relinquished his grip on himself, causing him to come to a realization. The less he resisted, the less it would hurt. In fact, it was not that unpleasant, if not a little unfamiliar.
Another finger was added and he constricted around in once more automatically, but remembering his newly gained knowledge, he loosened. This time; however, a slight pressure remained. The limited success rate of his discovery did not make him happy. In fact, it made him more then a little bit worried. What if the pain would just keep escalating? How much more painful could it possibly get?
“Aah!” he gasped when his little voyagers brushed a bump which seemed silkier then what he had been playing with so far.
He bowed his head to look at the fingers disappearing into his bum as if that alone would give him the answer he needed. He blushed immediately at the sight of his cum slicked appendages sliding in and out of his slightly swollen pucker. The redness of his cheeks darkened at the moment when another curious digit decided to add itself to the already filled hole. As it shoved its way alongside its companions, searing pain shot up Jimmy’s spine. The ached was so deeply felt that he could no longer stop his voice from becoming audible by biting his bottom lip like he had been doing and he whimpered.
The suit sought to distract him from his minor agony by simultaneously quickening his movements on his member, which had slowed in order for Jimmy to concentrate fully on his anal fondling, and pressing down hard on his pleasure button.
“Aaaah! …G-good!” was all he could utter as his prostate was pounded into repeatedly. “Close…I’m so c-close! I-I’m cumming!”
The sensation overload was just too much. He had barely finished articulating those words that he groaned out his orgasm, his voice bouncing off the metal walls so effortlessly well that he could have sworn that they had been constructed for that very purpose. Thick white bursts of seed shot out of him, coating his hand, still covered chest and even his chin in warm liquid. As he released, all of his lust, want and need seemed to be furiously forced out of him. The discharge of such strong emotions channeled into a single place was so intense that he almost lost consciousness.
After that all he could to was struggle to regain his breath. The ejaculation on his chin dripped onto the fabric of the blazer above his heaving chest, but he could have cared less about that. All he wanted to do now was curl up, take a long nap and try to regain the energy he has just lost. He just sat there bonelessly with a discreet smile adorning his face.
“Mr tuxedo” he said between satisfied breaths “I think I love you”
~ THE END ~