Jerome stared at the laptop screen. Eyes devoid of thought, the occasional grunt escaped his lips. His left hand was locked in the same repetitive motion it had performed for the last half hour.
The hand would climb the long length, fingers gliding over every bump and ridge. Once reaching the head, his wrist would turn and begin the decent.The laptop was fulfilling its primary function.
Rarely used for work, the speakers produced fake moans and cheesy music. A fat ass bouncing on a long cock filled the screen and one of Jerome’s favorite pornos once again passed through its RAM.
With any luck, Jerome would remain in this state for another hour or two before inevitably fucking up and cuming.
Jerome leaned against his company van enjoying one of his few breaks. The cool wind blew against his face as he watched his cigarette burn though much to fast. Between contemplations on lighting another, he scrolled through his socials.
The specific accounts receiving attention at this time were the secret adult ones he would deny existed when asked. All of them were focused on his favorite activity, gooning his brains out to porn.
Most of the content was typical of a hard core gooner: captions, triggers, advice, and encouragement. One post stood out from the crowd and capitalized his attention. An account he respected and lusted posted a product review.
Apparently, there was a small company that created a masturbation trainer. Powered by some new tech that sounded bullshit, it claimed to keep a cock hard and stimulated without cumming for extended periods.
The user was singing its praises, especially when paired with a bootleg control app that supposedly removed the orgasm part.
To say Jerome was intrigued would be an understatement. He found the idea of a robit keepin’ him hard and gooning fucking hot. A quick check of his bank balance and the machine was ordered.
His cigarette had burned out and he swore. Rather than lighting another, he hopped in his van and left for his next appointment.
Jerome tore the box open the moment he was though his door. Inside was exactly what he expected. He gathered some supplies and jumped on his bed.
The app setup had been a bitch, but his fellow gooners helped him get it sorted. He applied some lube to his cock as it grew in anticipation before sliding the machine down. Jerome swore as the head of his cock rammed against the top of the machine.
While impressed ot could handle his thickness, but the fact that this was yet another toy that couldn’t handle his length drove a hot iron of anger into his mood. Reluctantly, he turned it on hoping to be acceptable.
The anger melted away as some internal mechanism turned on. The length of the machine expanded the last couple of inches to balls deep. Instantly, it started stroking his cock lightly as he turned on some of his favorite porn.
Just as promised, it brought Jerome right to the edge of orgasm before holding him there. Gently but firmly the machine ran along the length of his shaft while some other part rotated back and forth against his head. A little bulb ran from side to side against the underside of his head while another pleasure his urethra.
Jerome kicked back and lit a cigarette while the edging brought on that gooning haze he loved so much. Having his hands free was a great benefit. Jerome could play with his nipples or fondle his balls without losing a piece of that mind numbing denial he loved so much.
Who knows, maybe someone will make some other robit that would do those for him too.
Magic Fable 