Ben silently approved of what he noticed to be the brand name of the experimental drug, Climaximus, and hoped for the best.
It seemed a bit odd, having a large tubular plastic-sheathed device strapped over his whanger ... but then he began to feel things. There was warmth, and moisture, and a gentle non-irritating tickling sensation. Machinery inside the tube began to pump gently. There was definitely some sort of oil or lotion seeping over his penis as the machine gently French-kissed it into arousal. As an erection began to assert itself, he also began to feel subtle whirling and a faint puckering suction.
"Huh," Ben commented. "This is a nice machine."
As he became hard, the throbbing, swirling, suction and stroking all became slightly more urgent. If he closed his eyes, it was easy to imagine having sex with some prime hottie like Ann from the other night. With some sort of mechanical intuition that surpassed many flesh-and-blood women, the machine ratcheted its action to a higher speed, and gave him a good hard pumping.
"Damn," Ben joked aloud, "you're one of the best dates I've ever had!"
He ejaculated, and the machine calmed down ... but only for a minute or so. Then he felt new massage, plus something that felt like a warm breeze. This thing WANTED him -- or at least it acted like it. It was after a marathon fuck.
Ben hit his second ejaculation before he knew it, and was damned impressed. He was amazed to learn he could have climaxes back to back so fast -- and as he noticed the machine continuing to gently pump away, he giggled a bit deliriously.
His third ejaculation was huger than the last, and as he reached his fourth, he breathed hard, digging his fingers into the mattress, his eyes crossing as his vision began to shatter into dazzling little sparks of color. He grunted savagely, then let out an "OH, FUCK, YEAAAAAAHHH!" before ejaculating yet again. There was pain with so much climaxing in such a tender area so rapidly, but the thrill of release was so exultant that he simply did not care.
Just then, Dr. Wilson came back in, looking concerned, She touched something on the tube and it settled into a calmer mode of action.
"I have to tell you -- I'm loving this," Ben confessed. "I could fuck this machine all day long!"
"No doubt," said Dr. Wilson, "but there are other considerations here. You began this with a good standard five inch erection -- and in the short time we've been doing this, you appear to have expanded to six and a half inches. There's apparently nothing to worry about, because while pump action can leave the penis with a puffy consistency, sensors in this device indicate ... a steady sturdiness." She brushed back her hair, a flicker of disbelief in her eyes. "It would seem Ann was right."
"I say, let's go for it," voted Ben.
But Dr. Wilson did not seem altogether certain. |