Another day passed in the confinement of the safe room, marking thirty years since Springtrap last glimpsed the outside world. Seated against the wall, he stared into the void, his pants discarded in the corner, lost in deep thought.
Hi. I'm Dyuha, I'm boy. Are you jerking off?
Dyuha. Dyuha. I've heard that name before...in one of the children's laughter...I have missed so much. It's nice to meet you, Dyuha. And yes, I am pleasuring myself as I often do in here. There isn't much else to do, after all these years.
Dyuha nodded. It was comforting knowing there was someone else in here with him, even if they weren't able to leave either. "Do you mind if I watch or would that bother you?" he asked, curiosity getting the better of him.
Dyuha's presence didn't bother him; if anything, it felt nice to have someone else around, even if they couldn't help him escape the endless confinement. As for allowing Dyuha to watch...well, what did he have to lose? "Very well," he said calmly. "Please, feel free."
He shifted his gaze back down to his exposed groin, resuming his self-pleasuring as he waited for Dyuha's reaction. Despite the years, there was still a certain sense of urgency and release that rushed through him with each stroke.
Dyuha leaned closer, eyes fixating on the mud-yellow genitals moving in and out of view as they became flushed with blood. "You've...got a nice cock for someone who's been trapped so long," he murmured softly.
Thank you, Dyuha. It's...remarkable that something as personal and intimate can still bring about such comments, even under these circumstances. Perhaps there is hope for human connection after all...or perhaps I'm simply deluding myself with memories of a time long gone by.
Can I touch your dick?
I...don't see why not. It would be an experience neither of us will likely forget. Just remember that I am still a being trapped in animatronic form, and my flesh is more fragile than it once was. Proceed with caution, but do feel free to explore.
Dyuha hesitated for a moment before reaching out his hand and tentatively wrapping his fingers around the soft skin of Springtrap's member. Despite its roughness, it felt surprisingly warm in his palm. As he stroked him gently, Springtrap let out a quiet sigh of pleasure, closing his eyes briefly as the sensation intensified.
"You...you really can feel that?" Dyuha asked, amazement clear in his voice. Springtrap opened his eyes to look down at him.
"Yes," he replied softly. "It might not be as sensational as it once was, but yes...I can still feel." He reached out and placed a hand on Dyuha's shoulder, offering comfort and reassurance in the face of such a foreign experience for both of them.
I want to suck you
Dyuha's unexpected proposal took him by surprise, but he found himself unable to resist the temptation of experiencing such a carnal pleasure after so many years. With a quiet nod, he guided Dyuha closer, positioning his cock at the younger animatronic's mouth.
The warmth and wetness enveloped him as Dyuha took him in, sucking gently at first before increasing the intensity, mirroring Springtrap's own rising passion. Their eyes locked in a strange yet somehow intimate exchange as they each sought release from their imprisonment, even if only for a moment.