Ross was in crisis, and he could lose it all.
He had tried to live the best life he could, but things were unraveling. He was an accomplished paleontologist, with a large apartment, several friends, and a beautiful girlfriend.
Rachel, his girlfriend, was more attracted to the idea of Ross than his actual physical form. She felt no attraction to him, and the thought of providing him with hand relief made her feel nauseous. She never let him know explicitly, but due to his high emotional IQ, Ross could tell she felt nothing for him.
Ross started staying later and later at work to avoid tackling his responsibilities head-on. He had a key to his office, so he could stay as late as he liked. After about 7:30, he was alone in his work.
After a few weeks, he started drinking in his office after work. He would stay later and later, sometimes coming home well after midnight. Rachel assumed he couldn’t be cheating because she felt he wasn’t attractive enough to have two women at the same time.
One night, after having one too many drinks, Ross began to lose control of his life. He was alone in the office, so he figured he’d take his clothes off so he could feel more free in his movements. He began stumbling around the museum, fully nude, without a care in the world.
He was spinning freely when he accidentally brushed his penis against one of the woolly mammoth fossils on display. The feeling was exquisite! The smooth, cool, hard bone felt so right as it grazed his endowment. He had to go back for seconds.
Before the night was over, he had rubbed to completion four times against the fossil. The entire museum smelled of his seed, and this made Ross feel very proud. When he was finally spent, he put his clothes back on and stumbled home with an accomplished grin on his face.
The next morning, he arrived to work early, and felt greater focus and mental clarity. His hangover was present, but to him it was a pleasant reminder of a nighttime romp. The janitor had already cleaned his messy mammoth, and now the museum smelled of Pine-Sol. This made Ross feel proud again, knowing that he had twice controlled the scent of the museum.
‘A perfect yin and yang,’ he thought.
He went through his day dreaming of his next encounter, until after lunch, when he had a stroke of genius. A hand would feel much better than a mammoth tusk!
Ross had minored in robotics in college, so he knew the ins-and-outs of building machinery that could handle any load. He started drawing up the blueprints that afternoon, and stayed late to finish up the designs. He left the office around midnight, and blew a kiss to the mammoth on the way out.
When he went home, Rachel was already asleep, so he had the apartment to himself. He started going through the closet and pulling out his old robotics hardware and tools.
‘I’ve got more than enough here to build a decent pleasure-bot,’ thought Ross, ‘Hell, I should have this thing jerking by tomorrow night.’
He put everything he needed in a box, and took it into work the next morning. When he got in, he cleared his calendar and drew the blinds. He dumped the contents of his box onto his desk, and dove in to assembly.
For the next five hours, Ross was busy soldering, fastening, and calibrating all the necessary hardware. The hands were beautiful, so smooth and cool to the touch, just like the other night.
Ross felt a twitch in his groin when he remembered the smooth feeling of the mammoth tusk. ‘Soon, boy, soon,’ he said to his crotch.
When the machine was done, he used his laptop to flash the computer and upload his algorithms and coding. It took him about three hours to fully code the machine because he had so much practice during college designing robot software.
At the stroke of five, the machine was done. Ross peered through his blinds and saw that his coworkers were still in the office. He felt he had to risk it anyway. Those hands were simply too inviting!
He powered it up and felt the hand touch his shaft and balls while it stared him coldly in the eye, unblinking. The sound of the servos and motors whizzing took him over the edge. He felt his climax arrive and take power over his body. In the middle of his ejac session, there was a knock at the door, followed by somebody entering the room.
“Shit!” Exclaimed Ross, his cock still being jerked as his seed shot forcefully over his desk.
“Oh God, I’m so sorry, Dr. Geller, I shouldn’t have just barged in like -- What the HELL is going on in here?!” His assistant was shocked by what he saw.
Ross played it off like it wasn’t a big deal. After all, he had seniority in the office, so he would likely not get in trouble, or he thought. His assistant immediately went to HR, and by the end of the day, he was fired. He was to clear out his belongings and wipe his puddle off the desk.
As he left, he looked longingly at the mammoth tusk on the way out.
‘I’ll never forget you,’ Ross thought, ‘You were my first.’
When he got home, news of his firing enraged Rachel. She couldn’t be seen with an unemployed robot-fucker! Ross was cold in his words back to her. He made it clear that she had no right to be mad at him, and that it was ultimately her fault he got fired.
Rachel left and stayed with her other friends. When they heard what had happened, they staged an intervention. But it was hopeless. Ross was enjoying getting jerked five times a day, and had no complaints. His unemployment checks were enough to keep him in the black financially, so he had no incentive to go back to work, and strong incentive to stay at home and be jerked by his robot.
Ultimately, his friends learned to accept his newfound passion, and went on to get bots of their own.
