CHAPTER ONE
Knock, knock!
Bradley March opened one eye from a deep sleep. Daylight shined its evil against the ceiling. He groaned as he sat up in–whoa…on–the couch. His head thudded. Too much Green Gargoyle last night at Fallen Bytes. Who said you couldn’t get a hangover from caffeine?
Knock, knock, knock!
He ran a hand through his short, dark brown hair, hoping it’d lay down enough to be presentable.
Knock-knock-knock-knock-knock!
“Hold on,” Bradley called out, levering himself up off the couch.
He got the door open and discovered his best friend, Danny Idesley, hopping back and forth in excitement, holding a translucent bag with a blue box weighing it down. Garish graphics proclaimed the box held a Blue-something-or-other.
“Gotta pee?” Bradley smirked, eyeing Danny’s dance.
“Nope.” Danny gave a mocking grin. “Gotta go. Just wanted to drop this off.”
“What is it?”
“You were saying that all you got were gold diggers these days, so I thought, hey, a present…” His feet already pointed down the hallway from whence he came.
“What is it?” Bradley repeated, trying to read the package again. Blue R…Blue Ro…
“Blue Root,” Danny coughed, thrusting the bag at Brad. “Gotta go. Really. Here, you’ll like it. Fallen Bytes again tonight? Check ya later.”
Brad took the bag as his friend trotted off down the long hallway toward the lifts. Mrs. Perkins, Brad’s silver-haired-but-friendly-neighbor, nodded at him as she clomped along. Until she saw the contents of the bag. Then her expression comically soured as if she’d bitten into a lemon. Nose raised, she hurried past without saying a word.
What had Danny given him? Brad retreated inside and dumped the contents of the bag on the coffee table. He picked up the box and read the marketing bullshit on the outside.
The Blue Root
Bluetooth-Enhanced Sexual Experiences
by BlueCentric Laboratories
Upgradable! Networkable! Programmable! Incredible!
Brad laughed out loud even though it hurt his still-pounding head. Leave it to Danny to give him some kind of ultra-geeky sex toy as a big fat joke.
Just for fun, Brad pulled out the Quick Start instruction card. The Blue Root used Bluetooth technology to transmit sexual stimulation directly to where a man wanted it most. It was almost as though the Blue Root manufacturer aimed to make women obsolete. But then, there was a female version as well. Maybe they were trying to make dating obsolete.
Was that even possible? Never mind.
Before he got too involved in all of the toy’s mechanical potential, he put down the Quick Start instruction card and went to his computer. Despite Danny’s rude awakening, Brad needed to get his day started. Sitting down, he typed in his email access code and messages flowed into the queue.
But he kept glancing over at the Blue Root. Then out the window of his high-rise. Then back to the Blue Root. There it sat so innocently, as though it were merely another household appliance.
Urgent flagged messages blinked on the screen, but they didn’t hold his interest. He simply couldn’t resist the intriguing plaything. Maybe it was his techno-geek side reveling in the scent of fresh, new plastic. Maybe his lack of sex lately. Maybe just curiosity, but he couldn’t stand it anymore. He had to investigate the darn toy.
Brad went back over to the table, pulled the stimulator unit out of the plastic and grabbed the wrist-mounted controller. Technology and sex. What more could a guy ask for? Okay, maybe a porn vid and a bag of Cheezos.
Sitting down on the couch, he inspected the new toy. Every part was the same shade of medium electric blue. A sleeve made of rubbery jelly-like material was about the right size–by stretching–for his cock and another odd cutaway sleeve had to be for his ball sack. Tiny electronics–complete with induction-charging batteries–were built into the jelly. Definitely a geek’s delight.
This unbelievable joke needed a good trial run. He walked over to the window and pressed the button to crank the mini-slats closed. As he went back to the couch, he tapped the wall to glowing and set his computer to sleep.
Dropping his drawers and sitting down, Brad pressed the controller around his wrist. The jelly stuck as if impregnated with tiny suction cups. The box had called it Skintite technology and said it wouldn’t stick to anything but human skin. Good thing it didn’t grab hair. To double check, he lifted up the edge. Amazing. Not a single hair was tugged.
The controller had a tiny readout and about ten different touch areas other than the ones on the screen. He picked up the instruction card and couldn’t help but chuckle. Tons of Blue Root attachments were available. He read the section about the sleeves that most resembled the ones he’d pulled from the box. Maybe this thing wasn’t so much of a joke after all.
The male organ stimulator.
Okay, that’s what it’s called, but do I put it on when I’m limp or hard? He glanced through the description. It didn’t directly answer his question so he made an assumption, stretching the sleeve and sliding it onto his cock. It felt somewhat chilly at first, but quickly warmed. Glancing up at the mini-slats, he made sure they were still closed before powering on the controller. It vibrated for about a second, then the screen lit up:
>>The Blue Root
<<Featuring Skintite technology
>>I see you have positioned the male organ stimulator
<<What would you like to do?
>>Run a program
<<Modify a program
>>Create a new program
<<Begin stimulation without program
Almost too many choices. He touched begin stimulation without program. The screen read:
>>I see your male organ is not yet ready for full stimulation
<<What would you like to do?
>>Run readiness program
<<Modify readiness program
>>Create new readiness program
<<Ready male organ manually
“Readiness program, huh?” Brad peered down at his large, but limp, pathetic-looking member and shook his head. “Yeah, all right, okay.”
Pressing the run readiness program area, he nearly leapt off the couch when the sleeve came to life. It warmed further, then started a massaging action.
Wahoo!
The thing was definitely not a cheap gag. Not only did his cock warm and harden, his blood pumped as though propelled by a bellows. The Blue Root made for a new kind of cardio workout. And–wow–his headache faded rather than increasing.
The sleeve sustained its titillation until his shaft was fully erect. At which time, the controller vibrated. The screen asked which stimulation program he’d like to run or if he’d prefer to run the readiness program again.
Hmmm… Enjoying his hard-on being maintained by the Blue Root, he reached for the other sleeve-like piece and fastened it around his ball sack.
The controller vibrated:
>>I see you have added the scrotal accessory
<<Would you like to integrate it with the male organ stimulator?
Brad touched the yes area and his balls started tingling. His breathing came in ragged pants. If this was only the readiness program, the stimulation program might be downright incredible.
The controller vibrated once more. The screen had reverted back to its stimulation questions. Brad touched run a program and the confounded thing had more options. Scrolling down the list, his train of thought missed the station altogether. At this point, any program would get him off just fine. Specific details did not matter…in the slightest.
He touched Jizz Jazz and his eyes bugged out. It felt like the Blue Root had turned his cock into a trumpet, his sack into a saxophone and the two of them were playing along with a complete rhythm section. Brad had no doubt that with more stimulators, he’d have a whole Big Band concert all over his body.
His dick went from being played like a trumpet to a slide trombone. He grabbed the cushions as it played its figurative tune, his knuckles turning white as it brought him higher and higher. Then, right as he was about to shoot his load, the damn controller vibrated.
>>Orgasms with Blue Root stimulation can be quite powerful.
<<Have you taken proper semen containment precautions?
Shit! He hadn’t even thought about that. Pulling off his t-shirt, he stuffed it over his cock and pressed continue.
The Blue Root gyrated and squeezed and jazzed until Brad saw the friendly stars near passing out. Entire body tingling as orgasm hit, he exploded into the shirt. Without it, there would have been a big mess to clean off of the mini-slats.
“Holy shit,” he said raggedly as release washed over him. The Blue Root had to be the best invention since…well, the best invention ever.
