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Orpheus was curious.
His curiosity led him to peruse the manor, the green house and the dining room. He searched for entertainment, however it never came. After about an hour of mindlessly walking and looking around, he got the and idea.
The day prior he and Mr. Kreiburg discovered the racecourse and its strange "cipher machines".
The machinery was fascinating to him, and intriguing. Something strange, unusual and out of place in his possession; something extraordinary.
He explored it in great detail until Kreiburg became disturbed and asked if they could return to the manor.
The walk back, Orpheus rambled on and on about the modern technology that he and he alone discovered, ignoring that Kreiburg was the one to point them out. When they both returned to the manor and went to their respective rooms, Orpheus sat awake for a while thinking about those machines.....
Now Orpheus, the bored and unamused man, was in front of a cipher.
The beauty of it was absurd....and the shape was tantalizing. He ungloved his hands and glided them across the cold, smooth, metal exterior.
He crouched a bit, pushing his ear against the machine to hear its inner workings, feeling the icy coldness prickle at his skin. Inside he could hear the clicks and churns of the cipher, the beeping and rattling. Those sounds alone made heat rush throughout his body and his heart race...
He stood up, fully grasping at the machine, staring at it intently. Finally, he began to touch and press at the buttons.
The feeling of his fingering dipping in when he typed was euphoric in nature, and he started to feel heat pooling at his lower regions.
He typed faster, pressing at more buttons, panting more and more as the sound of clicking and churning became louder and louder in his ears.
"Enough of this teasing...", he said. He'd become beet red in the face from the erotic "foreplay" he'd just experienced with the cipher.
Taking his hands off the machine, he began removing his pants to expose his underwear. That day he wore the last pair he owned, black panties with lace. He saved these for special occasions, and this was the best occasion to wear them.
He held onto the cipher as he rubbed between his thighs, feeling the wetness that dripped down them. Naturally, his panties were soaked from his arousal. Even through the fabric he cold feel his clit hardened and sensitive, ready to be touched and played with.
After a few more rubs, he turned around and bent over, slowly pulling them down as if the cipher machine could see his intimate display.
The slick made his underwear stick to his wet cunt for a bit until it finally was released.
He then turnt around and unbuttoned his suit, freeing his supple breast from his binding and groping himself at the sight of the cipher. He quickly put one leg up onto the cipher and began rubbing and circling his clit while staring deeply into the cipher, wishing it was inside in some way.
The rubbing and circling started to escalate into gliding his finger up and down his folds, going as far as to tease his hole.
The more he continued the wetter he got, his slick dripping down his leg and onto the cipher machine.
With is right hand he twisted and turned his nipple as he moaned with delight at the sheer beauty and ethereal view or the machine with his wetness dripped onto it.
Orpheus couldn't take the heat and building pleasure that pulsed in him each time he slid across his clit, becoming louder and louder as he reached his peak.
Quickly, he thrusted his ring and middle finger into his aching and needy hole, fucking himself over top the cipher as he squirted with each thrust in.
The feeling became so much, so good and so perfect that he released harder than he ever had. In the midst of his arousal he dropped his leg and began gliding his soaked pussy over the cipher.
The coldness and wetness from his release and fluids made his orgasm more intense and long lasting.
Soon, it was over. He held the cipher in his arms whilst licking up some of his fluid and whispering apologies to the machine.
He was in a trance until he looked up.
A man in a red coat stared at him with a look of utter disgust and confusion.