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Roberu is hosting another live talk event in a few days. It would be pretty nice if he wore his red lace boxers this year, just like he did last year. He should up the ante, and wear a red lace bra too. Maybe, around the beginning of the event, there should be a secret segment, just for the people who are physically there. In front of the regulars, Roberu walks out onto the stage, bringing his finger to his lip, telling the regulars to keep this part to just themselves. He starts stripping off his suit, unbuttoning the buttons off his shirt to reveal the lacy red bra, his fingers casually brushing and pinching at his nipples that are poking through the thin fabric. He muffles his moan by biting at his lip but doesn’t try to hide his reaction. He removes his slacks, to reveal the matching red boxers, resulting in the audience either laughing a little (“He seriously wore them again?”) or whistling at him. Roberu laughs as he palms his half-erect cock in front of his audience, and then shakes his head. “I’ve already done this before. I won’t be satisfied doing the same old thing again.” At that, a staff member walks on stage, rolling a covered cart onto it. The staff member lifts the blanket off the cart to reveal a fucking machine. Roberu shivers at the sight of it, and the regulars, unsure what to do, wave their penlights, as if to cheer him on. “This time, I’ll be doing a weird endurance stream, in person!” Roberu states, parting his legs as he removes his underwear, his fingers on his thighs sliding down until he’s fingering and scissoring at his hole, stretching himself out. The fucking machine is aimed right at Roberu’s hole and is switched on. Roberu chokes out a moan as it enters his roughly, the drag of the fake dick attached as it pulls out causing his eyes to roll back slightly. “I’m g-gonna, ah, see how long I can last while getting fucked by this sex machine!” Roberu exclaims, before his hips thrust against the machine's fast movements. Quickly, Roberu is rendered speechless, his face and skin flushed a bright pink, the lace underwear dangling from his ankle, the lace bra pushed up to expose his hard, untouched nipples. Roberu whimpers as he jerks himself off while getting fucked against the stage floor. The staff member suddenly stops the machine and grabs Roberu’s discarded red tie from the floor and ties it around the base of his cock. Roberu jumps at the sight. “W-wait… this isn’t what we planned-!” He jumps as the machine is set to its highest setting, and his hole is violated roughly by the machine's thrusting action. He whimpers and writhes and shrieks on the floor as it constantly hits his prostate, how he feels that he’s so *so* close to climaxing, but it feels like he can’t, that nothing will come out. “Ah, wait! What’s the point?!” Roberu exclaims, his tsukkomi suddenly coming out, even while he's getting his guts rearranged by a dildo. “Who the hell wants to even watch me get sexually tortured like this?!” He asks, through heavy pants and moans. He looks over to the seated regulars and is startled to see them all staring at him intently. This was going to be a long event.
