On a normal spring day, Jeb was sitting in the break room of his crummy job in retail enjoying the couple minutes of relaxation from the chaos of the floor. Scrolling through his phone, nothing stood out as unusual.
On a whim, Jeb checked his voicemail incase he’d gotten word back on a better job he’d applied to. The messages started off normal, spam calls and telemarketers. Nearing the end, he got one that was very different.
A loud buzzing attacked his ear, momentarily confusing him as he pulled the phone away. He looked puzzled, attempting to process who in the hell left him that message.
He put the phone back to his ear to hear the rest of it.
The buzzing had lost the sharpness it once had, now holding a throbbing quality that moved in and out. Slowly, Jeb realized that his breathing was slowing, adjusting to be in line with the throbbing tone. His mind came to a standstill as the world around him disappeared.
Several minutes later, Jeb could hear his boss yelling at him to get back to work. He rushed out the door and back to work. All knowledge of the unusual voicemail gone and deleted from his phone.
About a week passed and Jeb was once again scrolling through his phone in the break room. He noticed that he had a voicemail and was about to listen to it when something deep within him put a stop to it.
A flow of thoughts flew through his head, feeling somehow wrong but in his voice and cadence. Jeb decided he would listen to the message later before returning to work.
That night, in the comfort of his own room, Jeb remembered the message. He pulled out his headphones to listen. The sharp buzzing began with the message, tunneling deep into his brain.
Jeb showed almost no response, instead he sat back and felt his body relax, his mind relax, who he was relax.
An hour passed before Jeb started to stir, returning to reality from his pleasant nap. Jeb felt different somehow, less stressed and anxious.
Where normally he would have scolded himself for falling asleep and wasting time, he instead decided to take some ‘me’ time. He jumped on his bed and cracked open his laptop before indulging one of his few vices, porn. He went to his favorite site and started looking for a woman with big bouncing tits.
A video caught his eye and he laid back to enjoy himself. Jeb pulled out his cock, a solid 6.5 inches, and tried getting hard. But nothing happened. He remained completely flaccid for a video that would normally have him hard as steel.
This problem continued until a cock appeared in frame. Instantly he was hard as he stared at it. He’d never realized how good a cock could look. The fat head that held a dimple at the bottom, bulging veins along the shaft, balls swinging low beneath.
In a moment of clarity, Jeb realized he was jerking off to a penis. And in that moment, he came.
The orgasm had completely snuck up on him, catching him off guard as rope after rope of thick cum jettisoned from out of his cock, covering him in thick goo.
His balls were empty, but he still felt horny. No, he felt even more horny. His cock was growing flaccid as he just wanted to cum again.
In desperation to enjoy any part of the orgasm, Jeb scooped up some of the cum pooling on his stomach and ate it. To his surprise, he quite enjoyed the salty taste, though it did nothing for his carnal desires.
Accepting that he’d be horny, he went back to his day. He hoped that the horniness would die down.
The next day at work, Jeb was very distracted. For whatever reason, Jeb just couldn’t get the thought of cock off his mind. He questioned what the cock of every man he encountered looked like, were they thick and veiny or thin and smooth? What did they smell like? What did they taste like? A series of questions on endless replay in his mind made him unproductive. No matter how much he tried, the thoughts wouldn’t leave.
That night, upon getting home, Jeb immediately locked himself in his room. Opening his laptop, he went to a website he’d never seen before but knew by heart that only contained a video. He put on his headphones and hit the play button.
A loud binaural beat tore its way through Jeb’s ears and into his brain, immediately dropping him into a deep relaxing state. The only thought he had time for, was questioning if he was getting hard.
Several hours passed before Jeb awoke from his slumber. He found himself naked and his cock so hard that it hurt. The laptop before him no longer had the website open, which Jeb had already forgotten existed. Instead, his laptop was playing gay porn.
Jeb tried to close the window, but the sight of cock had already captured his full attention. The two men in the video were ripped and rubbing their hard cocks all over each other. Jeb was amazed at how beautiful, primal, and erotic the men looked.
Without much thought, Jeb grabbed his cock and stared jerking. His thoughts started to relax, then flow away as carnal desire overtook him. The more he stroked, the better he felt. It started to feel so good that his orgasm began to approach. Jeb desperately wanted to feel that orgasmic high. He wanted it more than anything.
Just as he was about to cross the threshold of orgasm, his hand automatically backed off. Denied of his orgasm, he kept stroking. Up and down, up and down, over and over, the same simple motion that required no brain power to perform. Jeb’s dance of stroking and denial went on for over a half hour feeling amazing. Finally, he crossed the point of no return and ejected his cum all over himself. Once again though, his orgasm felt empty.
Jeb was left to ponder why the act of jerking off felt so good, but the orgasm that came as a result was empty.
The next day was Jeb’s Friday. And it’s a good thing it was given how horny and useless he was. Mistake after mistake, he was constantly getting yelled at. His boss even asked him if he’d become dumb recently. This made Jeb’s cock get hard, which happen a lot that day.
Every time he turned around, his cock was springing to attention and reducing his mental capacity to a single thought, cock. Getting off work was a major relief for Jeb.
Jeb arrived home, cock once again hard, and ran to isolate himself in his room again. With the door locked, he stripped and climbed onto the bed. Jeb once again opened his laptop, went to a website, and clicked the play button on the video. The hypnotic tones started, and Jeb quickly relaxed into a deep slumber.
Jeb awoke the next morning, morning wood as hard as ever. Normally, Jeb would spend his Saturdays playing sports with friends at the part, but that felt like a drag. Sure, he would be around all those men covered in sweat, questioning what they looked like under those clothes. But why would he go out and imagine cock when he could see plenty right at home on his laptop. The internet held an endless stream of cock for him to stroke to.
He reached for his already open laptop and went to the gay section of his favorite porn site. Immediately, his hand reached to his cock and started performing the simple motion that he’d grown to love so much. One simple motion that emptied his mind and pleasured his cock.
A trail of drool ran down his chin as he stroked. Unknowing and uncaring, Jeb had no idea how long he’d been stroking.
One simple motion that would consume his life for every moment going forward. Outside of one task he had to complete.
One trip to the store for a burner phone and a couple of voicemails left on his friends’ phones was the last thing he had to do before returning to his cock. Finally free to goon forever.
Magic Fable 