Chapter 92 Substitutes
Daniel: POV
I sat on the floor of the hotel room, my back against the bed, laughing bitterly through my hands.
"I knew he wouldn't accept it," I whispered to the empty room. "But I couldn't keep lying to him anymore. I couldn't keep lying to myself."
The door had slammed shut minutes ago—or maybe it had been hours. Time felt meaningless now. Alex was gone, and with him, any hope I'd foolishly allowed myself to nurture. The look on his face when he'd pushed me away—disgust mixed with confusion—was burned into my memory.
I finally dragged myself up off the floor, gathering the few items I'd brought to the hotel. No point in staying here now. This room, with its king-sized bed and romantic lighting, had been meant for a confession. Instead, it became the site of my humiliation.
After checking out, I drove back to my apartment in a daze. The streets of San Francisco blurred past my window, the city lights smearing like tears. My apartment building loomed ahead.
I unlocked my door and stepped inside, dropping my keys on the counter with a clatter that echoed through the silent space.
My apartment was immaculate, as always—the pristine kitchen I rarely used despite being a chef, the living room with its carefully selected furniture.
I headed straight for my bedroom, not bothering with the lights.
Standing at the foot of my bed, I took a deep breath before pulling back the covers. And there he was.
The silicone face staring back at me was an eerily perfect replica of Alex's—the same sharp jawline, the same slightly crooked nose from when he broke it playing rugby in college, even the same pattern of stubble.
The body beneath the face matched Alex's athletic build, with broad shoulders and defined muscles.
I'd had it made two years ago, when I realized Alex would never be mine. The custom doll had cost me nearly fifteen thousand dollars, but the company had delivered exactly what I'd asked for—a perfect silicone replica based on the photos I'd supplied. The high-grade TPE silicone was designed to feel like human skin, warm to the touch after a few minutes of contact.
"Hello, Alex," I whispered, running my fingers along the doll's cheek. "Bad news. The real you still doesn't want me."
I carefully removed the doll's clothing—a replica of Alex's favorite blue button-down and dark jeans. The manufacturers had included all the features I'd requested: articulated joints that could be positioned in various ways, removable parts for cleaning, and...other features.
I laid down beside the doll, pressing my body against its silicone form. It was cold at first, but gradually warmed from my body heat. I closed my eyes, pretending for a moment that the real Alex had come home with me after all.
"I wish you were real," I murmured, leaning down to kiss the doll's chest.
I ran my tongue across one of the nipples, flicking it slowly with the tip, and to my programmed delight, a recorded moan played from the small speaker embedded in the doll's chest cavity.
I'd spent weeks recording and editing Alex's voice from our conversations, isolating sounds that, when spliced together, created the illusion of pleasure.
"You like that, Alex?" I asked, my voice husky, nipping at the firm silicone bud while my hand cupped the other pec, squeezing the molded muscle and twisting the nipple between my fingers.
"Fuck yeah, Daniel, don't stop," the doll responded, its digitized voice husky and breathless, triggering a rush of heat to my cock.
I kissed down the doll's chest, my lips trailing over the realistic abs, my hands roaming to grip its thick thighs. I spread the legs wider, exposing the custom orifice—tight and textured for anal play, just like I'd specified. My fingers traced the puckered entrance, slicking it with lube before pushing two inside, stretching the warm silicone ring while scissoring them to open it up. "God, you're so tight for me," I groaned, pumping my fingers deeper while stroking my own hardening dick, already leaking pre-cum from the tip.
"Deeper, baby," the doll moaned, sensors activating the response.
I positioned the doll on its side, spooning behind it, my chest pressed to its back.
I rubbed my cock against the ass cheeks, teasing the hole before guiding my tip in, inch by inch, the silicone gripping my shaft like a vice. "Fuck, Alex, you feel amazing," I panted, starting to thrust slowly, one hand reaching around to fondle the doll's realistic balls and the semi-erect silicone cock, stroking its veined length in rhythm with my hips.
"Harder, Daniel—give it to me," it replied, voice rough with programmed lust.
I rolled us over, pulling the doll on top in a reverse cowboy position, its legs straddling me.
Gripping the hips, I bucked up, slamming deeper into the tight channel, my balls slapping against the silicone ass with each forceful thrust.
Sweat beaded on my skin as I pinched the doll's nipples, twisting them while pounding faster. "Tell me you want it," I demanded, my free hand jerking the doll's cock harder.
"I want your cock, fuck me senseless," the doll gasped.
The pressure built, my thrusts erratic now. I flipped us again, missionary style, hooking the doll's legs over my shoulders for deeper access, ramming into the ass with desperate force, my cock plunging balls-deep into the textured depths. "I'm gonna come, Alex—come with me!"
"Yes, Daniel—I'm coming!" it cried, the final trigger sending me over.
I exploded inside, hot spurts filling the doll as waves of ecstasy crashed through me, my body shuddering against the lifeless form.
After a few minutes, I rolled onto my side, still keeping one arm draped over the doll's chest. In the dim light filtering through my blinds, I could almost convince myself it was really him beside me. Almost.
"I finally told you the truth today," I said to the silicone face that couldn't hear or understand. "I finally stopped pretending."
I traced the doll's jawline with my finger, remembering how the real Alex had recoiled from my touch just hours ago.
"I'm giving myself six more months to pursue you," I said, my voice cracking slightly. "Six months to see if there's any chance you might feel something—anything—for me. And if you still show no signs of wavering by then, I'll have to walk away from your life completely."
"If only you were real. If only you loved me back."