A little porn and some big ideas

OZ Facefucks to Relax/Study To

Jason is disappointed to find that the video does not actually contain any footage of girls getting their throats reamed. Instead, audio tracks from some of porn's more memorable facefuck scenes play in the background. True to its name, the video's rhythmic gulping and gagging sounds take on an almost meditative pattern.

Jason slows down his hands until he's stroking his cock in time with the "music." Gradually his attention refocuses on the animation that plays onscreen.

A young man sits at his desk at home, headphones on, laptop and notes laid out in front of him. Underneath, a head bobs back and forth against his pantless groin. Nearby, a cat gazes out of a glass window. A blanket draped over the student obscures his fellating friend's features, leaving much to the audience's imagination. The animation itself is mostly static, playing on a loop. Sometimes the boy taps at his computer; sometimes he pauses for thought; sometimes he shudders and deposits another load into his study buddy's waiting mouth.

Jason glances at the clock on the wall (thankfully untouched by his earlier errant spurts of jizz), then groans. Continuing to fap in time with one hand, he fishes out his phone with the other and sends Todd a link to the video. Jason then takes a photo of the space underneath the desk, making sure to press his dick down so that it's in frame. Finally, he adds a caption before sending it off:

"your new home?"

After twenty more strokes of his cock, give or take, Todd replies:

"Is that my desk? Dude what the fuck. You're getting cum on the cables. And what the hell are you talking about?"

"It's just pre. And I'm saying I stick you under the desk when I'm on your computer, what do you think?"

"... and then what?"

"Put my dick in your mouth, duh"

"DUDE" Todd's text bubble hovers for a while longer, until a question comes through: "Aren't you straight?"

"I don't discriminate"

Another pause on Todd's end. Jason is happy to pleasure himself while he waits. The bubble under Todd's name is even more hesitant this time.

"That shit with the StretchOut wasn't just some sick prank, was it? You'd actually fuck me."

"And?" An Alpha like Jason, OZ-born and -bred, is genuinely confused why Todd would be surprised.

"I'm not brainwashed like the others. I'm not just gonna bend over backwards for you."

"I mean with the dose you're on you probably will."

"DUDE SHUT UP"

...

"God it's like"

...

"You have no idea how annoying this is. If I'm not careful I end up wobbling around like an inflatable tube man."

"... That is hilarious."

"No it's not, jerkoff!"

With no desire to taunt Todd any further, Jason switches his attention to the next video.

Ultra-Modded Bimbo Fuckdolls Compilation

Seen it. Seen it. Seen it.

The problem with compilations is that once you've watched enough of them, you see the same clips coming up again and again. Some of them years old. But every now and then...

Oh, this one's new...

A farmer's paddock, loud music, beer tents and a thronging sea of party goers -- somewhere in rural Australia, a bush doof rages on. The perfect place to shoot a Girls Gone Wild: Down Under Edition. Except that the camera isn't focused on a bunch of hot, topless party girls but on a group of guys chilling with some beers around a fire. As the camera gets closer, it's clear that one guy is wearing some kind of large, front-facing backpack. Beige, and in the shape of a--

Holy shit!

A girl hangs off the guy's chest. Buck naked, facing the camera, her giant tits flicker with the warm orange glow of the fire pit. Her legs are crossed behind the guy's legs. Up above, her arms are extended back, clasped behind him. The fact she's able to keep herself upright in this position, seemingly without any effort, would make an Olympic gymnast jealous. But her crisscrossed limbs aren't the only things holding her up. The same guy she's wrapped around has parted her pussy lips with his cock. A literal fanny pack, the girl's head is thrown back in ecstasy while her owner makes conversation with his buddies.

"Mate, I can see you staring. Want a squeeze?"

"Do I ever," murmurs a young man with a stubbie. He reaches out with his free hand and fondles a tit like a stress toy. After a few more moments of mammary handling he chucks his beer over his shoulder and puts both hands to work. Her breasts are enormous, supersized, yet soft and malleable.

Her owner speaks up. "Nice, aren't they? Not silicone--All natural. Plus a few pills. Nature and science, mate."

Jason mumbles to himself, mentally taking notes. As he watches the female fucktoy bounce midair on her Alpha's dick, his mind starts to wander.

Trish and Brook are coming along great. Will helps. Todd's kinda useless, though--And that's when he's not getting in the way. Might as well turn him into something useful.

As Jason keeps watching, his blood heats up, his urges growing stronger and more insistent. The thought of turning Todd into his personal fuckdoll makes his balls quiver.

...Then I'd have ALL of them under my control...

Suddenly, an ad intrudes on Jason's three-monitor wank session. He makes a mental note to install an ad-blocker on Todd's PC--Along with a few other things--When the mandatory 5-second intro catches his eye.

"Do you work away from home?"

No.

"Lonely without your loved ones?"

Not really.

"Then try the new Portal Pussy! Utilising cutting-edge quantum physics technologies, the Portal Pussy creates an instant wormhole connecting one Cock-In to one Cock-Out device. When our genius founder copyrighted his quantum portal technology, he decided that the best way to introduce this revolutionary wonder to mankind was in the form of a sex toy. Now you too can make love to your beloved from anywhere on Earth!"

This has gotta be a scam... Well, I can always look it up later for a laugh if I remember.

Jason is about to switch over to Bitches Like 'Em Big, Episode 213 when he hears someone at the front door. He texts Todd:

"you home?"

Whoever it was that just came in, they make no effort to announce themselves--Or to be heard much at all, really. Nevertheless, Jason can swear he hears the ding of a smartphone. He sends Todd one more message.

"If that was you, you better get ready. I'm horned up like you wouldn't believe."

A moving ellipsis shows up under Todd's name, but after a few moments it disappears. There is no reply.

"See you soon, floppy boy."

Jason giggles to himself for a few seconds, then grunts as his throbbing erection reasserts itself. Backed up for a whole day, the horny just won't go away. Clenching his fists open and shut, Jason's racing stream of thought turns back to Todd.

No sense of humour, that guy. I just need to get off, that's all -- least he could do is help. Trish is an absolute MILF. Brook is a super-slut. If he can't be one of my girls, then maybe life as an Alpha's living sex toy would suit him better...