axel@bertech
@axelbertech.bsky.social
male nbm / asfr ± ai | no gore/harm | ultimate virility through sufficiently advanced technology | 🔞 adult only
Being seen alone gets your set of toys excited.
September 17, 2026 at 9:57 PM
Being seen alone gets your set of toys excited.
The only language an ultimate male body speaks is pleasure.
September 17, 2026 at 5:33 AM
The only language an ultimate male body speaks is pleasure.
Head not needed for pleasure.
September 16, 2026 at 3:41 PM
Head not needed for pleasure.
There is a draft brute forcing your desires into reality.
September 15, 2026 at 4:08 PM
There is a draft brute forcing your desires into reality.
Are you going to take his head down just yet?
September 15, 2026 at 2:50 AM
Are you going to take his head down just yet?
Simply touching sends shivers down the spine.
September 13, 2026 at 9:02 AM
Simply touching sends shivers down the spine.
You found this at the scrapyard, warm, breathing, shoulders slack and resigned. Now, this solid flesh under your chest runs at 250km/h, leaks pre on your touch, eternally grateful.
September 12, 2026 at 5:07 PM
You found this at the scrapyard, warm, breathing, shoulders slack and resigned. Now, this solid flesh under your chest runs at 250km/h, leaks pre on your touch, eternally grateful.
Jordan didn’t understand headless lifting and thought of it as a fad. Now he never lifts with his head on.
September 11, 2026 at 2:22 AM
Jordan didn’t understand headless lifting and thought of it as a fad. Now he never lifts with his head on.
Morning routine: cumming inside the neck hole with the glowing clock-face on the nightstand. To the world, he is just my goofy roommate: shove the head back on, face grows back, glasses crooked. He feels the raw throat and leaking hole but just accepts it and goes to make coffee.
September 9, 2026 at 5:11 PM
Morning routine: cumming inside the neck hole with the glowing clock-face on the nightstand. To the world, he is just my goofy roommate: shove the head back on, face grows back, glasses crooked. He feels the raw throat and leaking hole but just accepts it and goes to make coffee.
He cursed under his breath.
"Describe it."
"It’s so meaty, strong… I can feel my hands on it, I’m—"
"It’s—"
"It’s twitching, like asking to be fucked, shit—"
"Do you know why I put your limbs away now?"
"Y—yes. Fuck—I’m going to fuck myself, and feel both sides—"
"Yes you are."
"Describe it."
"It’s so meaty, strong… I can feel my hands on it, I’m—"
"It’s—"
"It’s twitching, like asking to be fucked, shit—"
"Do you know why I put your limbs away now?"
"Y—yes. Fuck—I’m going to fuck myself, and feel both sides—"
"Yes you are."
September 9, 2026 at 3:19 AM
He cursed under his breath.
"Describe it."
"It’s so meaty, strong… I can feel my hands on it, I’m—"
"It’s—"
"It’s twitching, like asking to be fucked, shit—"
"Do you know why I put your limbs away now?"
"Y—yes. Fuck—I’m going to fuck myself, and feel both sides—"
"Yes you are."
"Describe it."
"It’s so meaty, strong… I can feel my hands on it, I’m—"
"It’s—"
"It’s twitching, like asking to be fucked, shit—"
"Do you know why I put your limbs away now?"
"Y—yes. Fuck—I’m going to fuck myself, and feel both sides—"
"Yes you are."
They called him a self-serving bastard. He gathered some mechanical parts, and decided it was a good idea.
September 8, 2026 at 4:42 PM
They called him a self-serving bastard. He gathered some mechanical parts, and decided it was a good idea.
It was still warm. Still wired to him.
Hamish’s eyes went wide.
He tried to say take it out.
The first vibration ran the length. His own cock jerked hard in his mouth. He felt all of it.
“Tried to talk, did ye?”
Hamish made a smaller noise. The cock twitched and leaked.
Hamish’s eyes went wide.
He tried to say take it out.
The first vibration ran the length. His own cock jerked hard in his mouth. He felt all of it.
“Tried to talk, did ye?”
Hamish made a smaller noise. The cock twitched and leaked.
September 8, 2026 at 2:49 AM
It was still warm. Still wired to him.
Hamish’s eyes went wide.
He tried to say take it out.
The first vibration ran the length. His own cock jerked hard in his mouth. He felt all of it.
“Tried to talk, did ye?”
Hamish made a smaller noise. The cock twitched and leaked.
Hamish’s eyes went wide.
He tried to say take it out.
The first vibration ran the length. His own cock jerked hard in his mouth. He felt all of it.
“Tried to talk, did ye?”
Hamish made a smaller noise. The cock twitched and leaked.
No funny business 🤪
September 7, 2026 at 5:07 PM
No funny business 🤪
Thought the huge arms were décor — then one squeezed my wrist. Warm. Living.
His lower half walked out with the starter… and the head on the tray.
“I’m Sione,” the head said. “This is on purpose. I like being useful in more than one place. Tell me how you want to be served.”
His lower half walked out with the starter… and the head on the tray.
“I’m Sione,” the head said. “This is on purpose. I like being useful in more than one place. Tell me how you want to be served.”
September 6, 2026 at 4:27 PM
Thought the huge arms were décor — then one squeezed my wrist. Warm. Living.
His lower half walked out with the starter… and the head on the tray.
“I’m Sione,” the head said. “This is on purpose. I like being useful in more than one place. Tell me how you want to be served.”
His lower half walked out with the starter… and the head on the tray.
“I’m Sione,” the head said. “This is on purpose. I like being useful in more than one place. Tell me how you want to be served.”
“I’m fine,” his voice rough, “You came. Don’t—ahh—make a thing of it.”
I hook my fingers. The neck hole flutters, wet.
“Hnn—”
“You’re not fine, prize bull. You’re in three pieces, dripping out of the stump I treated like a fucksleeve, still trying to sound like the bully you were.”
I hook my fingers. The neck hole flutters, wet.
“Hnn—”
“You’re not fine, prize bull. You’re in three pieces, dripping out of the stump I treated like a fucksleeve, still trying to sound like the bully you were.”
September 5, 2026 at 9:20 AM
“I’m fine,” his voice rough, “You came. Don’t—ahh—make a thing of it.”
I hook my fingers. The neck hole flutters, wet.
“Hnn—”
“You’re not fine, prize bull. You’re in three pieces, dripping out of the stump I treated like a fucksleeve, still trying to sound like the bully you were.”
I hook my fingers. The neck hole flutters, wet.
“Hnn—”
“You’re not fine, prize bull. You’re in three pieces, dripping out of the stump I treated like a fucksleeve, still trying to sound like the bully you were.”
Yeah, my coffee table is usually a bit needy that this time of day, but it can… take care of itselves.
September 4, 2026 at 5:00 PM
Yeah, my coffee table is usually a bit needy that this time of day, but it can… take care of itselves.
Every muffled word buzzes down the shaft occupying his throat. The vibrations hitch against the sensitive ridge of the head stretching his lips; I see the cock jump, a wet pulse smearing another bead of pre across his tongue. His own protest is jerking him off from the inside.
September 3, 2026 at 1:25 PM
Every muffled word buzzes down the shaft occupying his throat. The vibrations hitch against the sensitive ridge of the head stretching his lips; I see the cock jump, a wet pulse smearing another bead of pre across his tongue. His own protest is jerking him off from the inside.
Disarmed and handled.
September 3, 2026 at 6:36 AM
Disarmed and handled.
Hamish’s bald head stared at his own hole. “Ye cannae leave me like this,” he rasped. “I coached half the lads here.”
The landlord wiped a glass, not sorry.
“Aye, ye robbed their club when naebody was looking. The Font’s older than your pride. Body serves. That’s the rite.”
The landlord wiped a glass, not sorry.
“Aye, ye robbed their club when naebody was looking. The Font’s older than your pride. Body serves. That’s the rite.”
September 2, 2026 at 3:48 PM
Hamish’s bald head stared at his own hole. “Ye cannae leave me like this,” he rasped. “I coached half the lads here.”
The landlord wiped a glass, not sorry.
“Aye, ye robbed their club when naebody was looking. The Font’s older than your pride. Body serves. That’s the rite.”
The landlord wiped a glass, not sorry.
“Aye, ye robbed their club when naebody was looking. The Font’s older than your pride. Body serves. That’s the rite.”
You have seen this body. You just haven’t bothered to step back and take a good look at how he is pouting and inviting you.
September 2, 2026 at 5:51 AM
You have seen this body. You just haven’t bothered to step back and take a good look at how he is pouting and inviting you.