Luis Adam Bree
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***As we join the story, the main character, Eric, a young, blonde
college student taking care of a mansion over summer break, has just
left the office of his employer where he was restrained and forcibly
raped by a mechanized chair....***
I stumbled down the hall and back up the stairs. Everything was a blur
and my whole body hurt-most especially my ass and my dick. The machine
had worked me over like nothing ever before. I went in the guest room
where I was staying and got in the shower. I stood there under the
spray for an hour, trying to wash away the memory of what had happened
to me downstairs. I still couldn't believe it. That machine had held
me down and raped my face and ass for two whole hours.
I got out of the hot spray, dried off half-heartedly, and fell into
bed. It was hard to think that just a couple of hours ago everything
had been normal. Now I was the recent victim of the meanest fucker ever
devised. The crazy thing was that I didn't even have anyone to be mad
at-I had willingly submitted myself to it, obviously not knowing the
total control and torture it was designed to inflict. I briefly felt a
rush of anger at Troy, but fuck, he had told me to stay out of the
basement. How the hell could such a 'normal' looking guy have ever
created something that fucking sick and twisted anyway? Jesus!
My sore body gave way to sleep.
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The next morning I awoke late. No great surprise there, I had been
through a hell of a lot the past evening. I stood up, stretched, and
looked down at my naked 6-foot frame. My long dick was still red and
stretched-looking from the suck-off tube. I went into the bathroom and
used a hand mirror to check out my poor ass. That huge fuckmonster had
plowed me relentlessly and I was surprised that I even survived it. My
hole was inflamed looking, but there was no blood. It felt like I had
been fucked by a telephone pole though. Thank god I hadn't set that
duration for any more than 2 hours or things might have been way worse.
I dressed in some jeans and a t-shirt and went out to the kitchen. I
made myself some toast and sat at the table thinking about the night
before. I had NEVER done anything gay, or with a guy in my life. Last
night though, that machine had used two enormous dicks to fuck my mouth
and ass and had made me come like mad. Yeah, it had been a horrible
experience, but goddamn I had never come like that. It had actually
made me black out. The awful part was that when I thought about it, I
could feel my long, 9-inch unit start to thicken in memory of the event.
I didn't get it. How the fuck could I be feeling turned-on when I had
been force-fucked against my will? The whole thing was totally wacked.
I remembered that I had left my clothes downstairs last night when I had
undressed for the 'massage'. I chided myself for being stupid about
feeling afraid to go back down there. It wasn't like the chair was
gonna grab me and fuck me again obviously, and I needed to go back to
get my stuff and wipe away any trace that Troy might see of my foray
into his office. He would be gone at least another few days, but it
seemed like a really bad idea to have evidence laying around of what had
happened. How the fuck was I going to face Troy when he got back
anyway??? I still found it hard to fathom how Troy could be the guy
responsible for making that twisted fuckchair. It was literally the
most gross thing I had ever heard of in 22 years of living.
I finally gathered up my courage and headed downstairs to get my clothes
from last night's session. When I got into Troy's basement office the
chair was just sitting there normally of course. It didn't grab me and
try to stick a dick down my throat or anything. It was, after all, just
a machine.
I could see that the chair had done some kind of maintenance routine on
itself since it was spotlessly clean; all traces of last night's fuck
session: lube, sweat, etc., were gone. My clothes were lying over
Troy's desk chair where I had left them. The computer monitor was still
on of course. I sat down at the keyboard and read the screen:
'Routine SX7A Complete. Cleanup routine Complete. Next selection?'
And from there was the same menu I had looked at last night before the
nightmare fuck. There were at least 40 different 'selections,' but none
of them gave a description of what they might entail. I looked for
a "help" icon, but nothing like that seemed to be available. Troy had
mentioned that he still had much work to do on the machine before it was
complete.
It had certainly done a number on my sore dick. I wondered if I'd ever
be able to fuck again.
I clicked the shutdown icon and the chair on the other side of the
console retracted several of its mysterious 'arms' and the noise of the
motors stopped. The monitor went blank and the office was silent.
I walked over to the chair, feeling safer now that everything was shut
off. I tried to get some idea of what the various attachments might be
for, but there was no way to open the stainless steel enclosures which
housed whatever waited inside. I knew at least a couple of these 'arms'
had been responsible for the forced-fuck I got the night before. The
big artificial dicks must retract inside when they aren't activated or
in-use, I thought. There were many more appendages on the machine, but
it was impossible to tell what their purpose might be. Now that it was
over I found it difficult to picture myself trapped in the chair,
impaled on two huge cocks, but the VR visor had certainly shown me the
action close-up enough last night. I had to admit that I was much less
afraid of the thing now that I could see it deactivated. It was just a
chair.... Last night it was a mean rapist: taunting and fucking me
ruthlessly.
I took my clothes, turned off the lights, and locked the office.
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I did some work around the house and watched TV a while that afternoon.
As a matter of fact, I was watching a movie when the phone rang. It was
Troy....
He had just called to see how things were going and wondered if
everything was OK. I told him that everything was fine. Obviously I
wasn't gonna mention that his robofuckchair down in the basement had
nearly screwed me to death the night before. He said that a partner of
his would be over that evening to do some work downstairs in the
office/lab and that the guy had his own keys to everything he needed.
He said just to let him in and help him with whatever, but that Rex, the
guy who was coming over, shouldn't need anything much. I agree and we
hung up.
About 4pm, Rex showed up at the front door. He was a big guy, about two
inches taller than myself, and looked like he must do a lot of free-
weights or something. He had a short, black crew cut and was wearing
jeans and a black t-shirt with another dark blue shirt over that like a
jacket. He looked to be about 28 or so.
"Hi, I'm Eric," I said, showing him in.
He looked at me briefly and walked past me like I wasn't even
there. "Yeah, he said, heading through the house, "I'm Rex, Troy's
associate. I'll be working downstairs for a few hours. I'll let you
know if I need anything."
"Alright," I stated flatly, as I watched him let himself in the basement
and close the door behind himself. Not real friendly, but whatever. At
least I'd already cleared-up the clothing I had left in the office last
night so there wouldn't be any questions to answer about that!
I didn't hear anything from Rex for a couple of hours. Meanwhile I had
made myself a sandwich and was eating it in front of the TV when the
house intercom buzzed on the wall. I went over to it and said "Yeah?
This is Eric..."
"Eric, I am testing something down here and need you to help me with it.
You have a key for the basement, right?" said the voice on the other end.
"Alright. I'll be there in a second." I replied and switched the
intercom off.
I wasn't really too thrilled about helping this guy downstairs where the
fuckchair had done its thing last night, but Troy had told me to assist,
so that was that. I headed down the stairs.
When I got to the office, Rex was sitting at the console to the chair
typing things on the keyboard. He looked up and said, "Good. What I
need is for you to go sit in that chair while I try some things here."
I REALLY didn't want to do that. I almost said no in fact, but couldn't
think of any way out of it without looking like an idiot. So I walked
over to the chair and climbed in. I felt my stomach clench up and nausea
tore at me as I remembered last night, in the same position, and how the
chair had taken-over and used me for a fucktoy. It was really
unpleasant to be in that thing again.
"Now," Rex said from the desk, "tell me at what point the vibration goes
from 'pleasant' to 'too-strong.'"
He did some things to the controls and the chair started to massage and
hum underneath me, lightly at first, then stronger. When it got to a
certain point, it seemed like too much, and I said so.
"Ok, that's just what I need to know," he said. "Stay there, as I have
to calibrate several different controls and servos and I'll need you to
tell me with each one...."
He went through the same test with various parts of the chair, and I
told him when the vibe was stronger than 'pleasant'. What I really
wanted was to get the fuck out of this office and away from that machine.
"Now I will test the overall effect that we have established," Rex said,
and did something at the keyboard. The chair began to pulse and hum
under me, feeling like a thousand little hands working on my whole
body. Despite myself, I could feel my tension fade away and I lay back,
enjoying the sensations.
Then, he must have done something to the controls because it stopped
again. I looked up.
"Here's the problem," he said looking at me from the desk, "this thing
is intended to be used on someone who is not wearing clothing, like a
normal massage. It would be better if you would shuck your pants and
shirt so we can give it the test under real operating conditions."
I looked at him.
"Uh," I stammered, "I'm not jazzed about that idea."
"Listen kid," he replied, "I did 8 years in the Marines taking my shower
with 20 other guys every fuckin' morning. It ain't gonna kill you to
drop your gear and help me with this shit."
Once again, I couldn't really tell him why I didn't want to cooperate,
so I got up from the chair and pulled off my t-shirt. He sat there
looking at me. "Go ahead with the jeans, dude, I would like to get this
done sometime this year."
Giving up, I reached down and pulled the buttons on my 501's open,
revealing my pubes and dick. Yeah, I was 'commando'.
"No skivvies, huh?" he said, as I pulled off my jeans.
"I didn't know I'd be doing a strip show, fella," was my reply.
I could feel his dark grey eyes on me, and again wished I could get out
of this office. I went over to the chair and climbed in.
He went through a few tests and told me just to lie back while he
worked. I did, and closed my eyes, wishing I weren't laying here naked
in this fuckmachine again. Of all the damn things for him to want me to
do!
After the massage and the vibration had worked on me for a while, I
began to feel more relaxed. I was almost sleepy. Rex continued to do
things at the console. Then, suddenly, I felt something horribly wrong.
I opened my eyes in time to see the stainless steel bands had closed
over my wrists, ankles, neck, and forehead again. Just like last night.
"NO!!!!" I yelled and tried to sit up. I was restrained in the chair
again.
I couldn't look in that direction due to the restraints, but Rex got up
from the desk and came to stand over me.
"So, Eric," he said, looking at me pinned in the chair, "how did you
like your session with this last night?"
"What?!?!" I stammered. "I didn't, uh, what are you talking about??!??"
"Eric, dude," he said smugly, "when I came in and went through the
diagnostics, the first thing I noticed was that someone had been using
this chair. I looked at the logs and saw program SX7A was ran last
night at 11:03pm for a two-hour period. Then, I watched this." He held
up a CDR. "It's a mpeg video log of you getting the shit fucked out of
you by this machine. It's all right here. So what do you have to say
about that?"
"Goddamn! Just let me go!" I cried out. "I want out of this fucking
place!"
"I don't think it's gonna be that easy," he said, leaning in close to my
face. "I don't think it's gonna be that easy at all...."
As he spoke, I realized something awful. The voice....his voice, was the
one from the headphones during last night's rape session. He was the
guy who supplied the dialogue for this thing. It was his recorded voice
that had talked to me and taunted me last night while I was getting
fucked. I felt like crying.
"I want out of this thing right now!" I screamed, and thrashed against
the metal bands that enclosed my nude body. "Let me fucking go!!!"
He looked down and smiled a little, then disappeared from my view as he
went back over to the desk.
The lights in the office dimmed, and I wondered what the fuck was going
to happen. The very last thing I wanted was to be strapped in this
chair naked again, and that was exactly was I had allowed to happen.
Shit!
I lay there for about a minute and I heard sounds from across the room
where Rex was doing something. I couldn't move my head to see. I heard
tapping at the keyboard, and the chair started to vibrate and massage my
nude body, just like before, with me as the bound prisoner of its
attention.
"Kid, I gotta say, that I am really fuckin' happy I came over to work
this evening," Rex said from out of view. "I had no idea what a great
surprise was waiting here...."
"Listen, I don't know what the fuck you guys are doing, and I don't give
a shit. Just let me go, I'll leave, and never say a word to anybody
about this. I promise."
I hoped I could convince him to stop whatever he seemed to have in
mind. This part was scaring me even more that last night's events.
Then, it had just been me at the mercy of a mindless machine. Now, this
guy seemed to have a whole plan worked out about what was gonna happen
and I wanted nothing to do with it.
"Baby, I saw the video of you in this chair getting-off Big Time," Rex
said as he walked back over to where I was stretched out on the
chair. "Those records don't lie, man. You had the fuck of your life. It
might not have been your choice, but it got you off. And it got me off
to watch you do it."
Rex stood over me, looking down at my nude body that was fastened
securely to the chair. I could see he had taken off his shirt but not
his pants. He was real muscular, and had a tattoo on his right arm that
said 'USMC'.... He reached down and began to rub my chest and pecs with
his hand. I felt sick.
"Here's the way it's gonna go kid," he said, "I am getting ready to do
some stuff to you that you probably won't like. That's just too fuckin'
bad, cuz I'm gonna do it anyway. You are in NO position to argue, you
can't escape, and I won't stop no matter what you say. Does that
compute?"
"Why the fuck are you doing this???" I demanded. "Just because I got
trapped down here last night with this fucking machine of yours doesn't
mean I liked it. I'm not gay! I don't want any of this shit!"
"Dude," he laughed, as he continued stroking my pecs, "I KNOW you're not
gay, and I KNOW you don't want this.... That's what makes it so
fucking cool for ME. If you were cooperating, it wouldn't be any fun at
all."
With that, he leaned over me and ran both hands over my body fully,
feeling my swimmer's muscles and stopping to run a finger over my dick
and nuts. Then he grasped my unit in one hand and pulled it roughly
away from my body. I yelled, and that seemed to encourage him, as he
pulled even harder and looked me right in the eye.
"Ya got a nice package, kid. I'm gonna enjoy getting to know it
better." With the hand that wasn't squeezing my nuts, he started to rub
the bulge that had risen in the front of his jeans. "I'm gonna give you
a chance to get to know THIS better too.... Ya know that cock that
stuffed your mouth last night? That was a molded replica of my own dick
here," he said, massaging his crotch. "You're gonna get the real deal
this time."
His hand on my dick was making me hard. I didn't want it, and my poor
unit was still sore from last night, but I couldn't help myself. I was
getting a boner in this guy's hand and he was stroking it along. I
couldn't look down, but I could feel my dick growing. The lump in his
pants had gotten really fuckin' big too as he rubbed through his jeans.
"Oh baby," he said, "this is soooo fucking sweet. We are gonna make a
memory here."
I wanted to kill him. I thought of various things to say, but anything
I offered up would only make things worse. Suddenly I lost it I guess
and just started screaming and thrashing against the steel bonds that
held me to the chair. He backed away and looked down, clearly amused.
"Kiddo. That noise isn't gonna get you anywhere. And you surely must
know that not one fuckin' person on Earth can hear you down here. Give
it up."
I yelled more. I called him a motherfucker and a fucking faggot. He
stood there and rubbed the big bulge in his jeans while I struggled.
"I think I know a way to quiet you down a little," he said
mockingly. "Lookie here...."
With that he started undoing his jeans. He pulled them off easily and
stood there in white bikini briefs where I could see him rubbing the
massive lump at the crotch. His dick almost full on hard now. He saw
me looking at it and came closer, aiming the bulge at my face.
"Ya see that, dude? That's the same cock that face-fucked you all night
and shot jizz down your throat."
He pulled off the white bikinis and I got my first look at his dick. It
looked just the same as the one the machine had used on me. He stroked
it a little and it was now shiny and hard; at least 9 inches, maybe
closer to 10. He wadded up his underwear and stuffed them in my mouth.
I tried to spit them out, but it was no use, he was in control.
"Now," he said, standing there naked and hard, "I think I've heard
everything out of you that I need to hear for a while. Let's have some
fun..."
He walked out of my sight and I heard clicking at the keyboard. A
moment later, I felt, but couldn't really see, that suck-tube sliding
down over my dick. I felt clear gel fill the tube, just like last time,
and then in a minute or two, it started to slowly coax my dick hard by
sucking and stroking me slowly. My human tormentor returned now and
started running his hands over my chest again, paying special attention
to my nipples.
He started to pinch them, lightly at first, but then harder and meaner.
I gasped through the underwear stuffed in my mouth and he looked intent
on his task. Clearly he was accustomed to this kind of action and knew
exactly what he was doing. I, on the other hand could only hope that
somehow I could figure out a way to stop this shit before it went too
far.
Rex leaned over me and started to suck on my nipple. That combined with
the suction on my dick from the tube, was making me aroused. I wondered
to myself how the hell any of this could feel good when all I really
wanted was for it to stop.
I felt teeth as Rex bit down on my nipples, going from one to the
other. At first he did it lightly, but then he started to get rough,
pulling and biting hard. I squeezed my eyes shut and moaned from the
pain. When I looked at him again, he seemed excited by my discomfort
and I could see him watching my face while he bit and sucked at my now
hard nipples.
"God baby, you look real sweet like that, laying there helpless while I
give you pain." He reached up and stroked my cheeks with his hand as he
continued intermittently biting and hurting my sensitive little nips. I
had never even had a chick suck my nipples like this before, much less a
dude.
He stood up completely and started stroking his long, thick cock. It
was just inches from my face and I tried to look away. He saw this and
thrust his dick forward and started rubbing it over my face and eyes. I
yelled at him through the underwear stuffed it my mouth, but he seemed
to get-off on that too. He pushed his dick harder against my face,
thrusting against it randomly. All I could see was his giant cock
forcing itself against me at close range.
He stopped and looked down now at the slow blowjob I was getting from
the sucktube.
"Looks like we got that big blonde dick all ready for action. How's
that suck rhythm, kid? Should we turn it up some?"
I shook my head "NO" violently and he smirked. He disappeared a sec and
of course now the sucking doubled in speed and intensity. My dick was
getting stroked rough now, and the added suction was making it hurt. I
looked up to see Rex standing over me stroking his big dick. "I think
you can guess what I want you to do to this, baby boy," he said,
stroking his unit in the direction of my face. "But I'm worried that
you're gonna get some ideas about biting my dick off... So I have a
little insurance policy here."
He held up a remote control unit of some kind now.
"This little guy controls the current to a wire which feeds into that
tube that is working on your dick right now. Let me show you."
He aimed the remote at my dick like a gun. I screamed.
It felt like a million needles were stuck in my cock all at once as the
electricity filled me. It only lasted a couple of seconds, but I
started sweating and screaming through the gag for him to stop.
"Yeah. I thought that would give you the idea," he said, looking down
at me. "I can make that last a long time if you do anything I don't
like. Got it?"
I nodded yes.
Rex proceeded to climb onto the chair with me. He did something with
the remote and my arms moved to a position spread over my head. Then he
straddled my chest with his thick, muscular legs and looked down,
removing the underwear gag from my mouth. I breathed deeply and looked
at him.
"Please don't do this! Please!" I implored.
He grinned and thrust his crotch toward my face. I closed my eyes.
Soon I could feel the spongy head of his dick moving back and forth over
my lips.
"Jesus baby, your mouth is so fuckin' sweet. I gotta get in that mouth,
kid. I gotta have it."
I knew it was useless to fight. I didn't want the electro-shock on my
dick again. I opened my eyes and looked at him straddling my face. He
was rubbing that huge cock against my mouth. I forced myself to open my
lips and let him in.
I heard him moan in pleasure as his tool entered my mouth. The
thickness was uncomfortable as I tried to stretch my lips around the
thing. Last night, when I was being face-fucked by the chair, I didn't
have to worry about doing it 'right.' With Rex's real dick in my mouth,
I either sucked him good or got my cock shocked off.
He pushed forward, completely filling my mouth, and his long dick
started to move down my throat. I could hear him moaning "oh yeah, oh
yeah" as he began to fuck my face. He mounted me and began to thrust
with his hips, withdrawing and humping like he was fucking a woman. I
gagged and sputtered as his dick violated my throat.
Meanwhile my own cock was being insistently stroked and sucked by the
tube. It was too rough to feel good and added torment to the fact that
a guy was shoving his dick in my mouth. I could see Rex's face as he
looked down and admired his handiwork. He was really getting-off on
seeing me helpless like this: force-sucked, and face-fucked. He thrust
in and out, in and out, harder and meaner with each stroke.... I could
barely breathe at all now with his big tool pushing so fast, and there
was no way to stop it.
I was surprised at how long Rex was able to keep fucking me like that.
It went on forever. Then, I felt him tense up, and his dick seemed to
swell even bigger in my throat. I heard him yell, and the next thing I
felt was shot after shot of hot come going into my throat and down. He
was shoved in so far it was shooting straight into my stomach. He
pressed his cock in as hard as he could and wiggled his ass as he filled
me with jizz. All I could do was lay there and hold my breath and wait
for him for finish. My dick was past the point of agony from the suck-
tube. God how I wanted this to be over.
When he finished coming, Rex pulled his fat dick from my throat and I
struggled to catch my breath.
"Oh god, baby. That was so fuckin' good. Soooo fuckin' good. Oh man!"
Rex was saying as he looked down from his position straddling my neck.
He took his dick in his hand and rubbed it all over my eyes, mouth, and
face, looking satisfied.
"Please, Rex! Take that thing off my dick, man! It hurts!"
"Awwww. Does your cock want my machine to stop sucking it for a while?
Too bad... Ain't gonna happen," was his reply, and he climbed off of me.
He disappeared from my field of vision, and I lay there feeling the
warm, vibrating tube suck up and down, up and down, on my aching cock.
I was in too much pain to come but my dick felt like it was going to
burst. The machine kept going.
I closed my eyes trying to will away the pain in my dick. I could hear
myself sobbing and moaning. I felt the sensation of those headphones
closing in over my ears. The noises of men fucking came on and
permeated my head. It was loud, so loud I couldn't hear anything else.
The guys were groaning "Oh yeah! Take that dick! Take it!" in my head,
and the tube was working steadily on my cock, making it the center of my
universe.
Now the visor also moved into place over my eyes. The camera turned on
and I could see Rex. He was standing at the foot of the chair. He did
something with that remote and my legs were spread far apart, making me
vulnerable to whatever the bastard had in mind. I watched in disbelief
as the camera showed him kneel in between my spread legs, then zoomed-in
on his face. The fucker looked into the camera and winked at me.
He moved his mouth between my thighs and I could feel him start to suck
my balls. The camera moved again to show me his mouth on my sack. He
licked and sucked one, then both balls into his mouth. Meanwhile the
tube was still pumping away on my dick, and the fuck noises were hard
and heavy in my ears. This was total-immersion sex. No ignoring it, no
distractions.
Rex began to get rough with my balls now, biting down on them and
pulling my sack hard with his teeth. I heard myself yell over the noise
in the headphones. He seemed to like that and did it rougher. Each
time I would yell, he would take my balls in his teeth and shake them
back and forth hard, like a dog with a chew-toy. It was agony on top of
agony, and he was clearly having a blast.
Then he pulled my balls to one side with his hand and did something I
didn't expect. He started to lick and tongue my asshole.
He knew what he was doing. I had never been in more pleasure that when
his hot tongue started to push and tease my hole. I watched on the cam
as he literally buried his face in my buns and tongue-fucked my ass.
The sensation was unlike anything I've ever experienced. He went on and
on with this tongue play until eventually I felt myself struggling
against the restraints again trying to make him stop somehow. It was
too much. The sucking, the tongue fucking, it was driving me crazy! He
and the machine went on, giving me no rest or reprieve.
I got to a point where I know I just cried and babbled after a time
because he wouldn't stop, and I couldn't come. I don't know why, but
the machine was blowing my dick to the point that the pain wouldn't let
me get-off. It hurt so bad, and Rex's tongue on my asshole felt so
good. I had no idea a tongue could do that. I was thrashing back and
forth, trying to get away from it.
Eventually Rex tired of this game and looked up at me through the camera
lens. He must have also done something to the machine, because the
sucking on my dick stopped, and I felt the tube withdraw from my
exhausted cock for the first time since this had started. My dick felt
numb. The visor went dark and the fuck soundtrack on the headphones
went quiet.
Everything went quiet.
I was suddenly moved from a world of over-stimulation, to one of no
stimulation at all. I could not see or hear, and all the torment from
Rex and the fuckchair ceased. It was almost scarier than when I was
being tortured.
I lay there for an unknown amount of time with no clue as to what was
coming next. I kept hoping maybe Rex was done with me, had gotten his
jollies, and was ready to turn me loose.
I suddenly felt something going on between my legs. I obviously
couldn't see, but I had the sensation of something being fastened around
my cock and balls. I had worn a cockring a couple of times and it was
like that. Next I could definitely feel something being maneuvered into
my asshole. Rex was down there doing some hellish thing and no doubt he
would soon let me know what it was.
Nothing happened at first, and then the headphones retracted, and the
visor moved away from my eyes....
In the dim light of the office, I could see Rex. He was standing beside
me as I lay on the fuckchair. He reached down and petted my hair. I
felt like spitting at him, but didn't dare.
"Ok, kid. Now we're gonna play a different game. It's called: I am
going to tell you what to do, and you are going to do it without
hesitation. Do you understand?"
I said yes.
"Fine." He held up the remote, and said, "this is in control of the
cockring I attached to you. It's a special cockring that has batteries
and a little electrode on a wire that runs right up your ass. That was
what you felt me inserting just now. It's locked on until I take it
off. Understand?"
I nodded.
"Now I will show you how it works."
With that, he walked away from me a few steps and did something at the
keyboard on the desk. Easy as pie, my restraints cycled open and left
me laying there a free man. I felt like crying.
"Stand up," Rex said.
I was shaky, and barely able, but I climbed off the table and stood on
my feet. I looked at him and wondered what he thought was going to keep
me from killing him now. Yeah, he was bigger than me, but I wasn't sure
that would matter.
I thought about it a second, and made a decision. I quickly made to get
at him where he stood by the desk.
No more had I made the motion, than he saw my intent and pushed the
remote. White light filled my head and I screamed as the cockring and
the embedded wire in my ass sent about a zillion volts of electricity
through me. I fell immediately to the floor and retched a couple of
times. I thought I was gonna puke.
"Ok," Rex said from where he stood. "Now you understand why that was a
really bad idea, don't you? I wouldn't try it again. I can make it
last longer. Much longer. Now stand up, dickhead."
I struggled to my feet and stood there silently. Yeah, I was released
from the fuck table, but I was still a dog on a leash for this guy. I
couldn't think of anything to do. I wanted to bash his head in.
"Now Eric, I'm gonna lay down here in this great chair you've been
enjoying the past two days, and you're gonna do what I tell you to.
Right?"
"Yes," I said, fighting back the rage and tears.
He came back to where I was at the black chair. He was still naked.
Neither of us was hard anymore. My own dick looked red and tormented,
like it had been through hell. That was because it had.
Rex climbed into the chair and lay back. It was in a semi-reclining
position now, so he wasn't actually laying down. I wondered what he had
in mind.
"I want you to climb up here between my legs," he said, and spread them
apart.
I got on the chair and took position between his thighs. He reached
down and stroked my long blonde hair, and my face.
"So fuckin' pretty, baby. Yer so fuckin' pretty.... I want you to lick
my balls now, man. You're gonna find out how to do the things that make
a guy feel good."
Jesus. I thought of trying to get that remote away from him, but I
didn't think I could get it without him zapping me again. Memory of the
pain made me decide to cooperate for now.
I put my head between his legs and got close to his nuts. They smelled
like balls alright. I stuck out my tongue and licked, and felt him put
his free hand on the back of my head, pulling me in tighter to his
crotch.
I licked more and started to suck his nuts, just like he had done when
he had me restrained in the chair. I hated it and wanted to stop, but
his hand pulled me in closer and he began to groan a little as I
sucked.
"Now baby, go down and tongue my ass," Rex said in his deep voice.
I hated it, but I continued licking and moved lower to his ass. He
pulled up his legs, spread them wider to give me access, and pushed my
head between his asscheeks.
I stuck out my tongue and began to work on his hole. This was nothing at
all like eating out a chick. I licked slowly at first along the outer
parts hoping that would be good enough.... It wasn't. Rex pulled my
head deep between his legs and made me stick my tongue all the way in.
He kept pushing my head harder and harder, even though I was tongue-
fucking him as deep as I could.
"Oh god yeah man. That's it. Don't fuckin' stop, baby," Rex was
moaning as he pressed my head so hard I could barely breathe. All I
could do was lick and try to get him off so I could be done.
After about 15 minutes of this, he let up on my head. I pulled back and
tried to catch my breath, but he grabbed my long hair and pulled my head
to his dick. It was hard now, and it was obvious that I was supposed to
suck. At least I wasn't pinned down being face-fucked this time.
I opened my mouth wide and stretched my lips over the big head. It
throbbed against my tongue as I forced myself to go down lower. Rex got
impatient and grabbed my hair, forcing me down hard all the way. I
gagged and choked, but he ignored that and started using my hair to pull
me up and down on the huge dick. I tried to use my hand to help keep
him from choking me, but he knocked it away roughly and continued using
my head like a sex toy.
His hard, thick cock hurt as he roughly shoved it down my throat.
"Suck it man! Suck! Take that fat dick down your throat like you want
it!" Rex yelled, and shoved it in deeper and harder. I was in misery
trying to suck this guy off.
Eventually he got enough of the rough suck he was making me do and
pulled my head off his cock. I lay there panting with my head against
his thigh.
"Come up here. Climb on top of me," he said quietly.
I did and soon was on him looking him right in the face.
"Kiss me," he said, without a trace of emotion.
I tried to control my disgust, and leaned forward to kiss him on the
mouth. I had never kissed a dude before, and despite all the gay sex I
had recently been forced into, this still felt really weird.
He laughed at me. "Jesus, kid, you can't kiss worth shit. You've got a
lot to learn." And then he grabbed me by the hair and pulled my head
against his. Soon his tongue was in my mouth and he was doing things to
me that I couldn't deny were turning me on. I reluctantly used my tongue
on him too and we kept this up for several minutes, lip-locked and
swapping spit. Finally he let me go and looked at me again.
"I felt your pretty blonde dick get hard against my stomach while I was
making you kiss me, baby. You liked that, huh?"
I hated him. "Yeah, I guess," I lied. But my dick was hard as a rock
now. His kissing me like that had made me get hard. It made me hate
him more.
"Straddle my face. Just like I did to you. You are going to get your
dick sucked now by something other than the machine," Rex ordered.
I sighed inwardly and did as he said. After I had straddled his face, I
wondered what he expected exactly, but just decided to treat him like I
would have a chick and stuck my cock against his mouth. He opened it
and sucked in the head like a pro. It felt good, and I hated that too.
He grabbed my ass and pulled my whole dick down in one gulp. I was
surprised to see my dick go down someone's throat cuz most chick's can
only take it part way. Soon his sucking got me so hot that I couldn't
help it and I started fucking his mouth just like he had done to me. I
forced it all the way in and pulled out with every stroke.
He would not let me stop, even when I knew I was getting ready to
shoot. He pulled my ass and made my dick go all the way down until I
yelled and started to come. I couldn't believe how strong it was. I
shot and shot as Rex kept me tightly pulled to his face. I had no
choice, and the intensity of the orgasm made it seem that much more
twisted to me. I hated him for making me come like this.
When I was done shooting I tried to pull out, and he wouldn't let me.
He kept sucking and kept my dick in his face by grabbing me around the
ass. It didn't take long before this pleasure of the blowjob I had just
gotten turned into another torture, as Rex made me keep getting sucked
even though my dick was spent and hurting.
Now he added a new trick to the sick game. I felt him slowly shoving
his middle finger up my ass as he continued to force suck me. I tried
to stop his action on my dick but I couldn't and against my will, I was
getting hard again. It hurt like hell.
Meanwhile Rex had added a second finger up my ass, and was stretching it
wider while fucking them in and out of me. The brief pleasure I had
received while I got-off in Rex's mouth was gone and the pain of what he
was making me do replaced it. My dick hurt so bad as he continued to
suck it harder and harder. I cried out in agony and that seemed to spur
him on as he sucked even faster and added a third finger to my ass. I
was grunting steadily now, the fingers pushing and stretching me wide.
Four fingers. The bastard shoved four inside me and continued to suck.
He moved the fingers continuously in and out of my tender ass and I did
my best not to scream as he opened me.
I was wondered if he would actually try to get his whole hand up my
ass. But then he stopped, pushed me away from his face, and said, "Ok,
baby. I think you know what comes next.... Have a seat." He looked
down at his dick.
It was rock hard. I looked at him and pleaded, "Come on man, let me
just suck you off again. My ass hurts so much already from last night!
I'll do whatever you want, just don't make me sit on that dick, please!"
He laughed. "uh uh. You're gonna ride my dick until I blow my wad in
your ass and you're gonna like it."
He lay back and looked at me expectantly.
Slowly, and with all my resolve, and edged back and positioned myself
over his cock.
He reached between my legs and grabbed his big dick, pointing it
straight up at my hole.
"Down on it," he said.
I lowered my ass until I felt the thick head touch my hole. I held my
breath and let my weight take me further down. Fuck! It already hurt
as soon as it started pushing, and it wasn't even in yet!
"Down!" Rex yelled, and grabbed my nuts, squeezing tight and yanking
hard.
I yelled from pain, and pushed my ass down further on the huge rod. I
felt it agonizingly forcing my asshole open, pushing inside me. Somehow
the fact that I was being MADE to do this to myself, instead of having
someone else do it, made it that much worse.
I pushed and let my weight carry me further down on the big dick. Rex
groaned "Oh fuck yeah!" and I could tell he was loving it. I felt like
it was tearing me apart. "Keep goin' man, there's plenty more...." Rex
growled, and I sat down further, feeling the big thing sliding roughly
inside me. Finally I was down as far as I could go; the pain was
horrible, I could feel myself shaking.
"Ride me, bitch. Ride that dick!" Rex yelled, and yanked my balls
hard.
I started to pump on the big cock. It hurt so bad I was moaning and
grunting with each stroke. "Faster!" Rex yelled.
I went faster, working up the rhythm of my own torture, impaled on Rex's
huge cock and forced to ride it hard for him.
"Now, baby, jack off your dick," Rex hissed.
"No!"
"DO it!" he insisted.
I reached forward and took hold of my aching cock while I rode him. My
dick was semi-hard from the continuous sexual activity but was in no
condition for a jack-off session. I stroked it anyway, knowing I would
be punished if I didn't. Soon, to my surprise, the motion of Rex's dick
up my ass caused me to get full on hard again. Rex grabbed my dick away
from me and started jacking it roughly.
"Now ride me hard while I make you shoot!" he said, and fisted my dick
furiously. It hurt, but once again I was past the point of pain and was
only doing what I had to, what I was made to.... I fucked myself
harder and faster on Rex's enormous cock. I could feel it punching my
insides like a jackhammer. Rex continued pumping my dick in his fist
and my vision started to go black around the edges. I screamed out and
felt my whole body convulse as my cock exploded in Rex's hand and
sprayed him with thick white come. He yelled too and fucked his hips
wildly against my ass as my whole world came to an end and I collapsed
against his body. I couldn't do any more. I was spent.
I lay there on him, impaled on his throbbing cock for several minutes.
I thought we were finished. I thought he had come in me and that it was
over now. I was wrong.
He pushed me off of him and arranged me face down on the chair. I was
still limp and exhausted and without the wherewithal to realize what he
was up to. I lay there on my stomach for a second or two, and felt the
chair move under me, changing shape. Next Rex was back, arranging my
arms over my head and my legs apart. I heard a click, and looked up to
see thick metal restraint bands had my wrists pinned down in that
position. I tried to move my legs and discovered that they too were
secured again. Face down on the fuck chair. I was too tired to even
bother trying to fight.
I couldn't see behind me, but Rex took care of that. The VR goggles
were attached to my face again, and in them I could see Rex standing
behind me. He waved for the cam as he positioned himself between my
spread and vulnerable ass. The cam zoomed-in to the action, and I could
see him rubbing the huge head of his dick over my asshole. I could
feel him getting ready to fuck me from behind, and now I was restrained
again and forced to watch.
He pushed with his hips suddenly and I yelled as his big prick started
pushing up my ass. He wasted no time with foreplay, and started pumping
me hard. It felt like a bulldozer was fucking me, he pushed so rough
and fast. He drilled me like that, fast and hard, for at least 20
minutes, sweating heavily on me until we were both soaked. Then he
stopped, and propped himself up on his elbows while laying fully against
my back. His hard rod fully impaling me, he whispered in my ear:
"Hey baby. How ya doin'?
"Fuck you," was all I could manage to say.
He pulled out and fucked back in real rough. His weight was fully on me
and his dick was all the way inside my ass.
"I think we need to invite your friend to join us here, man. I think
you'd like that a lot...."
I had no idea what he was talking about.
The angle in the visor changed now however, and moved in behind where
Rex had me pinned and fucked on the chair. As the camera pulled back I
could see the enormous black fuck monster that had drilled me so savagely
last night positioning itself behind us.
"NO!" I yelled, and I could feel Rex start to hump me.
"NO! Don't do it!" I screamed.
The camera showed me what I had guessed: that the fucktool was gonna
push in my ass while Eric was laying on me fucking me too. I was about
to get fucked by two huge cocks at the same time.
I fought against my restraints to no effect and Rex fucked and nuzzled
his mouth against my ear, "oh god baby, this is gonna be soooo fucking
cool."
I could see that huge fucker lined up against my ass. It drooled white
jizz and throbbed as if eager to get on with the job. I cried to myself
and watched it start to push against my hole, already stuffed tight with
Rex's big dick. He continued to fuck in and out, while the machine
worked at a slightly slower pace, gently punching the big head of its
cock against my already full ass.
Rex cooed and bit my neck while he fucked me, "Awwww yeah! You feel
that, baby? You feel that big dick getting ready to join me inside your
little ass? Oh god yeah!"
I could feel it for sure. It was tearing me apart as it insistently
pushed against my hole and smeared jizz-lube to help it make its way
inside. I could see it start to make progress as my ass widened to take
it in a little. It pushed against Rex's dick and squeezed in along side
it now, entering deeper. I heard Rex moan in pleasure and myself
scream in pain.
The pressure of the thing against my butt was too great, and I gasped as
it slid inside my ass. It pushed hard, and buried itself in, right
along with Rex's huge tool, and started to slowly fuck.
Rex started fucking with it. The two of them worked in unison now to
stretch my ass open wide enough to take them both. I watched as the big
black dildo finally pushed all the way in, and Rex shoved his own dick
right in with it. They paused and then the machine took over and
started to fuck. He must have set it for a rough fuck, because it
didn't play around. I heard Rex grunting steadily as the big machine
cock fucked my ass and his dick with long, hard strokes. He bit me and
taunted me while I strained to take the huge cocks up my ass. The
torment was unbelievable and Rex seemed to love watching me suffer.
I watched the two rapists fuck me like that for at least twenty
minutes. At last Rex couldn't hold off anymore and started drilling me
even harder than the fucking machine. He screamed, and flooded my ass with
hot come. The machine also tensed up, and pumped me full of jizz while
Rex was still thrusting. It was beyond anything.
I remember gasping when Rex and the machine had finally finished. Rex
pulled out, but the enormous black fuck tool stayed inside me.
Rex got off of my back, kissed my neck from behind, and said, "Night,
night kiddo. See ya in the morning...."
And with that, I heard him leave. I was still restrained to the chair,
fucked and whimpering. Eventually I must have fallen asleep or just
passed-out....
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college student taking care of a mansion over summer break, has just
left the office of his employer where he was restrained and forcibly
raped by a mechanized chair....***
I stumbled down the hall and back up the stairs. Everything was a blur
and my whole body hurt-most especially my ass and my dick. The machine
had worked me over like nothing ever before. I went in the guest room
where I was staying and got in the shower. I stood there under the
spray for an hour, trying to wash away the memory of what had happened
to me downstairs. I still couldn't believe it. That machine had held
me down and raped my face and ass for two whole hours.
I got out of the hot spray, dried off half-heartedly, and fell into
bed. It was hard to think that just a couple of hours ago everything
had been normal. Now I was the recent victim of the meanest fucker ever
devised. The crazy thing was that I didn't even have anyone to be mad
at-I had willingly submitted myself to it, obviously not knowing the
total control and torture it was designed to inflict. I briefly felt a
rush of anger at Troy, but fuck, he had told me to stay out of the
basement. How the hell could such a 'normal' looking guy have ever
created something that fucking sick and twisted anyway? Jesus!
My sore body gave way to sleep.
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The next morning I awoke late. No great surprise there, I had been
through a hell of a lot the past evening. I stood up, stretched, and
looked down at my naked 6-foot frame. My long dick was still red and
stretched-looking from the suck-off tube. I went into the bathroom and
used a hand mirror to check out my poor ass. That huge fuckmonster had
plowed me relentlessly and I was surprised that I even survived it. My
hole was inflamed looking, but there was no blood. It felt like I had
been fucked by a telephone pole though. Thank god I hadn't set that
duration for any more than 2 hours or things might have been way worse.
I dressed in some jeans and a t-shirt and went out to the kitchen. I
made myself some toast and sat at the table thinking about the night
before. I had NEVER done anything gay, or with a guy in my life. Last
night though, that machine had used two enormous dicks to fuck my mouth
and ass and had made me come like mad. Yeah, it had been a horrible
experience, but goddamn I had never come like that. It had actually
made me black out. The awful part was that when I thought about it, I
could feel my long, 9-inch unit start to thicken in memory of the event.
I didn't get it. How the fuck could I be feeling turned-on when I had
been force-fucked against my will? The whole thing was totally wacked.
I remembered that I had left my clothes downstairs last night when I had
undressed for the 'massage'. I chided myself for being stupid about
feeling afraid to go back down there. It wasn't like the chair was
gonna grab me and fuck me again obviously, and I needed to go back to
get my stuff and wipe away any trace that Troy might see of my foray
into his office. He would be gone at least another few days, but it
seemed like a really bad idea to have evidence laying around of what had
happened. How the fuck was I going to face Troy when he got back
anyway??? I still found it hard to fathom how Troy could be the guy
responsible for making that twisted fuckchair. It was literally the
most gross thing I had ever heard of in 22 years of living.
I finally gathered up my courage and headed downstairs to get my clothes
from last night's session. When I got into Troy's basement office the
chair was just sitting there normally of course. It didn't grab me and
try to stick a dick down my throat or anything. It was, after all, just
a machine.
I could see that the chair had done some kind of maintenance routine on
itself since it was spotlessly clean; all traces of last night's fuck
session: lube, sweat, etc., were gone. My clothes were lying over
Troy's desk chair where I had left them. The computer monitor was still
on of course. I sat down at the keyboard and read the screen:
'Routine SX7A Complete. Cleanup routine Complete. Next selection?'
And from there was the same menu I had looked at last night before the
nightmare fuck. There were at least 40 different 'selections,' but none
of them gave a description of what they might entail. I looked for
a "help" icon, but nothing like that seemed to be available. Troy had
mentioned that he still had much work to do on the machine before it was
complete.
It had certainly done a number on my sore dick. I wondered if I'd ever
be able to fuck again.
I clicked the shutdown icon and the chair on the other side of the
console retracted several of its mysterious 'arms' and the noise of the
motors stopped. The monitor went blank and the office was silent.
I walked over to the chair, feeling safer now that everything was shut
off. I tried to get some idea of what the various attachments might be
for, but there was no way to open the stainless steel enclosures which
housed whatever waited inside. I knew at least a couple of these 'arms'
had been responsible for the forced-fuck I got the night before. The
big artificial dicks must retract inside when they aren't activated or
in-use, I thought. There were many more appendages on the machine, but
it was impossible to tell what their purpose might be. Now that it was
over I found it difficult to picture myself trapped in the chair,
impaled on two huge cocks, but the VR visor had certainly shown me the
action close-up enough last night. I had to admit that I was much less
afraid of the thing now that I could see it deactivated. It was just a
chair.... Last night it was a mean rapist: taunting and fucking me
ruthlessly.
I took my clothes, turned off the lights, and locked the office.
___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___
I did some work around the house and watched TV a while that afternoon.
As a matter of fact, I was watching a movie when the phone rang. It was
Troy....
He had just called to see how things were going and wondered if
everything was OK. I told him that everything was fine. Obviously I
wasn't gonna mention that his robofuckchair down in the basement had
nearly screwed me to death the night before. He said that a partner of
his would be over that evening to do some work downstairs in the
office/lab and that the guy had his own keys to everything he needed.
He said just to let him in and help him with whatever, but that Rex, the
guy who was coming over, shouldn't need anything much. I agree and we
hung up.
About 4pm, Rex showed up at the front door. He was a big guy, about two
inches taller than myself, and looked like he must do a lot of free-
weights or something. He had a short, black crew cut and was wearing
jeans and a black t-shirt with another dark blue shirt over that like a
jacket. He looked to be about 28 or so.
"Hi, I'm Eric," I said, showing him in.
He looked at me briefly and walked past me like I wasn't even
there. "Yeah, he said, heading through the house, "I'm Rex, Troy's
associate. I'll be working downstairs for a few hours. I'll let you
know if I need anything."
"Alright," I stated flatly, as I watched him let himself in the basement
and close the door behind himself. Not real friendly, but whatever. At
least I'd already cleared-up the clothing I had left in the office last
night so there wouldn't be any questions to answer about that!
I didn't hear anything from Rex for a couple of hours. Meanwhile I had
made myself a sandwich and was eating it in front of the TV when the
house intercom buzzed on the wall. I went over to it and said "Yeah?
This is Eric..."
"Eric, I am testing something down here and need you to help me with it.
You have a key for the basement, right?" said the voice on the other end.
"Alright. I'll be there in a second." I replied and switched the
intercom off.
I wasn't really too thrilled about helping this guy downstairs where the
fuckchair had done its thing last night, but Troy had told me to assist,
so that was that. I headed down the stairs.
When I got to the office, Rex was sitting at the console to the chair
typing things on the keyboard. He looked up and said, "Good. What I
need is for you to go sit in that chair while I try some things here."
I REALLY didn't want to do that. I almost said no in fact, but couldn't
think of any way out of it without looking like an idiot. So I walked
over to the chair and climbed in. I felt my stomach clench up and nausea
tore at me as I remembered last night, in the same position, and how the
chair had taken-over and used me for a fucktoy. It was really
unpleasant to be in that thing again.
"Now," Rex said from the desk, "tell me at what point the vibration goes
from 'pleasant' to 'too-strong.'"
He did some things to the controls and the chair started to massage and
hum underneath me, lightly at first, then stronger. When it got to a
certain point, it seemed like too much, and I said so.
"Ok, that's just what I need to know," he said. "Stay there, as I have
to calibrate several different controls and servos and I'll need you to
tell me with each one...."
He went through the same test with various parts of the chair, and I
told him when the vibe was stronger than 'pleasant'. What I really
wanted was to get the fuck out of this office and away from that machine.
"Now I will test the overall effect that we have established," Rex said,
and did something at the keyboard. The chair began to pulse and hum
under me, feeling like a thousand little hands working on my whole
body. Despite myself, I could feel my tension fade away and I lay back,
enjoying the sensations.
Then, he must have done something to the controls because it stopped
again. I looked up.
"Here's the problem," he said looking at me from the desk, "this thing
is intended to be used on someone who is not wearing clothing, like a
normal massage. It would be better if you would shuck your pants and
shirt so we can give it the test under real operating conditions."
I looked at him.
"Uh," I stammered, "I'm not jazzed about that idea."
"Listen kid," he replied, "I did 8 years in the Marines taking my shower
with 20 other guys every fuckin' morning. It ain't gonna kill you to
drop your gear and help me with this shit."
Once again, I couldn't really tell him why I didn't want to cooperate,
so I got up from the chair and pulled off my t-shirt. He sat there
looking at me. "Go ahead with the jeans, dude, I would like to get this
done sometime this year."
Giving up, I reached down and pulled the buttons on my 501's open,
revealing my pubes and dick. Yeah, I was 'commando'.
"No skivvies, huh?" he said, as I pulled off my jeans.
"I didn't know I'd be doing a strip show, fella," was my reply.
I could feel his dark grey eyes on me, and again wished I could get out
of this office. I went over to the chair and climbed in.
He went through a few tests and told me just to lie back while he
worked. I did, and closed my eyes, wishing I weren't laying here naked
in this fuckmachine again. Of all the damn things for him to want me to
do!
After the massage and the vibration had worked on me for a while, I
began to feel more relaxed. I was almost sleepy. Rex continued to do
things at the console. Then, suddenly, I felt something horribly wrong.
I opened my eyes in time to see the stainless steel bands had closed
over my wrists, ankles, neck, and forehead again. Just like last night.
"NO!!!!" I yelled and tried to sit up. I was restrained in the chair
again.
I couldn't look in that direction due to the restraints, but Rex got up
from the desk and came to stand over me.
"So, Eric," he said, looking at me pinned in the chair, "how did you
like your session with this last night?"
"What?!?!" I stammered. "I didn't, uh, what are you talking about??!??"
"Eric, dude," he said smugly, "when I came in and went through the
diagnostics, the first thing I noticed was that someone had been using
this chair. I looked at the logs and saw program SX7A was ran last
night at 11:03pm for a two-hour period. Then, I watched this." He held
up a CDR. "It's a mpeg video log of you getting the shit fucked out of
you by this machine. It's all right here. So what do you have to say
about that?"
"Goddamn! Just let me go!" I cried out. "I want out of this fucking
place!"
"I don't think it's gonna be that easy," he said, leaning in close to my
face. "I don't think it's gonna be that easy at all...."
As he spoke, I realized something awful. The voice....his voice, was the
one from the headphones during last night's rape session. He was the
guy who supplied the dialogue for this thing. It was his recorded voice
that had talked to me and taunted me last night while I was getting
fucked. I felt like crying.
"I want out of this thing right now!" I screamed, and thrashed against
the metal bands that enclosed my nude body. "Let me fucking go!!!"
He looked down and smiled a little, then disappeared from my view as he
went back over to the desk.
The lights in the office dimmed, and I wondered what the fuck was going
to happen. The very last thing I wanted was to be strapped in this
chair naked again, and that was exactly was I had allowed to happen.
Shit!
I lay there for about a minute and I heard sounds from across the room
where Rex was doing something. I couldn't move my head to see. I heard
tapping at the keyboard, and the chair started to vibrate and massage my
nude body, just like before, with me as the bound prisoner of its
attention.
"Kid, I gotta say, that I am really fuckin' happy I came over to work
this evening," Rex said from out of view. "I had no idea what a great
surprise was waiting here...."
"Listen, I don't know what the fuck you guys are doing, and I don't give
a shit. Just let me go, I'll leave, and never say a word to anybody
about this. I promise."
I hoped I could convince him to stop whatever he seemed to have in
mind. This part was scaring me even more that last night's events.
Then, it had just been me at the mercy of a mindless machine. Now, this
guy seemed to have a whole plan worked out about what was gonna happen
and I wanted nothing to do with it.
"Baby, I saw the video of you in this chair getting-off Big Time," Rex
said as he walked back over to where I was stretched out on the
chair. "Those records don't lie, man. You had the fuck of your life. It
might not have been your choice, but it got you off. And it got me off
to watch you do it."
Rex stood over me, looking down at my nude body that was fastened
securely to the chair. I could see he had taken off his shirt but not
his pants. He was real muscular, and had a tattoo on his right arm that
said 'USMC'.... He reached down and began to rub my chest and pecs with
his hand. I felt sick.
"Here's the way it's gonna go kid," he said, "I am getting ready to do
some stuff to you that you probably won't like. That's just too fuckin'
bad, cuz I'm gonna do it anyway. You are in NO position to argue, you
can't escape, and I won't stop no matter what you say. Does that
compute?"
"Why the fuck are you doing this???" I demanded. "Just because I got
trapped down here last night with this fucking machine of yours doesn't
mean I liked it. I'm not gay! I don't want any of this shit!"
"Dude," he laughed, as he continued stroking my pecs, "I KNOW you're not
gay, and I KNOW you don't want this.... That's what makes it so
fucking cool for ME. If you were cooperating, it wouldn't be any fun at
all."
With that, he leaned over me and ran both hands over my body fully,
feeling my swimmer's muscles and stopping to run a finger over my dick
and nuts. Then he grasped my unit in one hand and pulled it roughly
away from my body. I yelled, and that seemed to encourage him, as he
pulled even harder and looked me right in the eye.
"Ya got a nice package, kid. I'm gonna enjoy getting to know it
better." With the hand that wasn't squeezing my nuts, he started to rub
the bulge that had risen in the front of his jeans. "I'm gonna give you
a chance to get to know THIS better too.... Ya know that cock that
stuffed your mouth last night? That was a molded replica of my own dick
here," he said, massaging his crotch. "You're gonna get the real deal
this time."
His hand on my dick was making me hard. I didn't want it, and my poor
unit was still sore from last night, but I couldn't help myself. I was
getting a boner in this guy's hand and he was stroking it along. I
couldn't look down, but I could feel my dick growing. The lump in his
pants had gotten really fuckin' big too as he rubbed through his jeans.
"Oh baby," he said, "this is soooo fucking sweet. We are gonna make a
memory here."
I wanted to kill him. I thought of various things to say, but anything
I offered up would only make things worse. Suddenly I lost it I guess
and just started screaming and thrashing against the steel bonds that
held me to the chair. He backed away and looked down, clearly amused.
"Kiddo. That noise isn't gonna get you anywhere. And you surely must
know that not one fuckin' person on Earth can hear you down here. Give
it up."
I yelled more. I called him a motherfucker and a fucking faggot. He
stood there and rubbed the big bulge in his jeans while I struggled.
"I think I know a way to quiet you down a little," he said
mockingly. "Lookie here...."
With that he started undoing his jeans. He pulled them off easily and
stood there in white bikini briefs where I could see him rubbing the
massive lump at the crotch. His dick almost full on hard now. He saw
me looking at it and came closer, aiming the bulge at my face.
"Ya see that, dude? That's the same cock that face-fucked you all night
and shot jizz down your throat."
He pulled off the white bikinis and I got my first look at his dick. It
looked just the same as the one the machine had used on me. He stroked
it a little and it was now shiny and hard; at least 9 inches, maybe
closer to 10. He wadded up his underwear and stuffed them in my mouth.
I tried to spit them out, but it was no use, he was in control.
"Now," he said, standing there naked and hard, "I think I've heard
everything out of you that I need to hear for a while. Let's have some
fun..."
He walked out of my sight and I heard clicking at the keyboard. A
moment later, I felt, but couldn't really see, that suck-tube sliding
down over my dick. I felt clear gel fill the tube, just like last time,
and then in a minute or two, it started to slowly coax my dick hard by
sucking and stroking me slowly. My human tormentor returned now and
started running his hands over my chest again, paying special attention
to my nipples.
He started to pinch them, lightly at first, but then harder and meaner.
I gasped through the underwear stuffed in my mouth and he looked intent
on his task. Clearly he was accustomed to this kind of action and knew
exactly what he was doing. I, on the other hand could only hope that
somehow I could figure out a way to stop this shit before it went too
far.
Rex leaned over me and started to suck on my nipple. That combined with
the suction on my dick from the tube, was making me aroused. I wondered
to myself how the hell any of this could feel good when all I really
wanted was for it to stop.
I felt teeth as Rex bit down on my nipples, going from one to the
other. At first he did it lightly, but then he started to get rough,
pulling and biting hard. I squeezed my eyes shut and moaned from the
pain. When I looked at him again, he seemed excited by my discomfort
and I could see him watching my face while he bit and sucked at my now
hard nipples.
"God baby, you look real sweet like that, laying there helpless while I
give you pain." He reached up and stroked my cheeks with his hand as he
continued intermittently biting and hurting my sensitive little nips. I
had never even had a chick suck my nipples like this before, much less a
dude.
He stood up completely and started stroking his long, thick cock. It
was just inches from my face and I tried to look away. He saw this and
thrust his dick forward and started rubbing it over my face and eyes. I
yelled at him through the underwear stuffed it my mouth, but he seemed
to get-off on that too. He pushed his dick harder against my face,
thrusting against it randomly. All I could see was his giant cock
forcing itself against me at close range.
He stopped and looked down now at the slow blowjob I was getting from
the sucktube.
"Looks like we got that big blonde dick all ready for action. How's
that suck rhythm, kid? Should we turn it up some?"
I shook my head "NO" violently and he smirked. He disappeared a sec and
of course now the sucking doubled in speed and intensity. My dick was
getting stroked rough now, and the added suction was making it hurt. I
looked up to see Rex standing over me stroking his big dick. "I think
you can guess what I want you to do to this, baby boy," he said,
stroking his unit in the direction of my face. "But I'm worried that
you're gonna get some ideas about biting my dick off... So I have a
little insurance policy here."
He held up a remote control unit of some kind now.
"This little guy controls the current to a wire which feeds into that
tube that is working on your dick right now. Let me show you."
He aimed the remote at my dick like a gun. I screamed.
It felt like a million needles were stuck in my cock all at once as the
electricity filled me. It only lasted a couple of seconds, but I
started sweating and screaming through the gag for him to stop.
"Yeah. I thought that would give you the idea," he said, looking down
at me. "I can make that last a long time if you do anything I don't
like. Got it?"
I nodded yes.
Rex proceeded to climb onto the chair with me. He did something with
the remote and my arms moved to a position spread over my head. Then he
straddled my chest with his thick, muscular legs and looked down,
removing the underwear gag from my mouth. I breathed deeply and looked
at him.
"Please don't do this! Please!" I implored.
He grinned and thrust his crotch toward my face. I closed my eyes.
Soon I could feel the spongy head of his dick moving back and forth over
my lips.
"Jesus baby, your mouth is so fuckin' sweet. I gotta get in that mouth,
kid. I gotta have it."
I knew it was useless to fight. I didn't want the electro-shock on my
dick again. I opened my eyes and looked at him straddling my face. He
was rubbing that huge cock against my mouth. I forced myself to open my
lips and let him in.
I heard him moan in pleasure as his tool entered my mouth. The
thickness was uncomfortable as I tried to stretch my lips around the
thing. Last night, when I was being face-fucked by the chair, I didn't
have to worry about doing it 'right.' With Rex's real dick in my mouth,
I either sucked him good or got my cock shocked off.
He pushed forward, completely filling my mouth, and his long dick
started to move down my throat. I could hear him moaning "oh yeah, oh
yeah" as he began to fuck my face. He mounted me and began to thrust
with his hips, withdrawing and humping like he was fucking a woman. I
gagged and sputtered as his dick violated my throat.
Meanwhile my own cock was being insistently stroked and sucked by the
tube. It was too rough to feel good and added torment to the fact that
a guy was shoving his dick in my mouth. I could see Rex's face as he
looked down and admired his handiwork. He was really getting-off on
seeing me helpless like this: force-sucked, and face-fucked. He thrust
in and out, in and out, harder and meaner with each stroke.... I could
barely breathe at all now with his big tool pushing so fast, and there
was no way to stop it.
I was surprised at how long Rex was able to keep fucking me like that.
It went on forever. Then, I felt him tense up, and his dick seemed to
swell even bigger in my throat. I heard him yell, and the next thing I
felt was shot after shot of hot come going into my throat and down. He
was shoved in so far it was shooting straight into my stomach. He
pressed his cock in as hard as he could and wiggled his ass as he filled
me with jizz. All I could do was lay there and hold my breath and wait
for him for finish. My dick was past the point of agony from the suck-
tube. God how I wanted this to be over.
When he finished coming, Rex pulled his fat dick from my throat and I
struggled to catch my breath.
"Oh god, baby. That was so fuckin' good. Soooo fuckin' good. Oh man!"
Rex was saying as he looked down from his position straddling my neck.
He took his dick in his hand and rubbed it all over my eyes, mouth, and
face, looking satisfied.
"Please, Rex! Take that thing off my dick, man! It hurts!"
"Awwww. Does your cock want my machine to stop sucking it for a while?
Too bad... Ain't gonna happen," was his reply, and he climbed off of me.
He disappeared from my field of vision, and I lay there feeling the
warm, vibrating tube suck up and down, up and down, on my aching cock.
I was in too much pain to come but my dick felt like it was going to
burst. The machine kept going.
I closed my eyes trying to will away the pain in my dick. I could hear
myself sobbing and moaning. I felt the sensation of those headphones
closing in over my ears. The noises of men fucking came on and
permeated my head. It was loud, so loud I couldn't hear anything else.
The guys were groaning "Oh yeah! Take that dick! Take it!" in my head,
and the tube was working steadily on my cock, making it the center of my
universe.
Now the visor also moved into place over my eyes. The camera turned on
and I could see Rex. He was standing at the foot of the chair. He did
something with that remote and my legs were spread far apart, making me
vulnerable to whatever the bastard had in mind. I watched in disbelief
as the camera showed him kneel in between my spread legs, then zoomed-in
on his face. The fucker looked into the camera and winked at me.
He moved his mouth between my thighs and I could feel him start to suck
my balls. The camera moved again to show me his mouth on my sack. He
licked and sucked one, then both balls into his mouth. Meanwhile the
tube was still pumping away on my dick, and the fuck noises were hard
and heavy in my ears. This was total-immersion sex. No ignoring it, no
distractions.
Rex began to get rough with my balls now, biting down on them and
pulling my sack hard with his teeth. I heard myself yell over the noise
in the headphones. He seemed to like that and did it rougher. Each
time I would yell, he would take my balls in his teeth and shake them
back and forth hard, like a dog with a chew-toy. It was agony on top of
agony, and he was clearly having a blast.
Then he pulled my balls to one side with his hand and did something I
didn't expect. He started to lick and tongue my asshole.
He knew what he was doing. I had never been in more pleasure that when
his hot tongue started to push and tease my hole. I watched on the cam
as he literally buried his face in my buns and tongue-fucked my ass.
The sensation was unlike anything I've ever experienced. He went on and
on with this tongue play until eventually I felt myself struggling
against the restraints again trying to make him stop somehow. It was
too much. The sucking, the tongue fucking, it was driving me crazy! He
and the machine went on, giving me no rest or reprieve.
I got to a point where I know I just cried and babbled after a time
because he wouldn't stop, and I couldn't come. I don't know why, but
the machine was blowing my dick to the point that the pain wouldn't let
me get-off. It hurt so bad, and Rex's tongue on my asshole felt so
good. I had no idea a tongue could do that. I was thrashing back and
forth, trying to get away from it.
Eventually Rex tired of this game and looked up at me through the camera
lens. He must have also done something to the machine, because the
sucking on my dick stopped, and I felt the tube withdraw from my
exhausted cock for the first time since this had started. My dick felt
numb. The visor went dark and the fuck soundtrack on the headphones
went quiet.
Everything went quiet.
I was suddenly moved from a world of over-stimulation, to one of no
stimulation at all. I could not see or hear, and all the torment from
Rex and the fuckchair ceased. It was almost scarier than when I was
being tortured.
I lay there for an unknown amount of time with no clue as to what was
coming next. I kept hoping maybe Rex was done with me, had gotten his
jollies, and was ready to turn me loose.
I suddenly felt something going on between my legs. I obviously
couldn't see, but I had the sensation of something being fastened around
my cock and balls. I had worn a cockring a couple of times and it was
like that. Next I could definitely feel something being maneuvered into
my asshole. Rex was down there doing some hellish thing and no doubt he
would soon let me know what it was.
Nothing happened at first, and then the headphones retracted, and the
visor moved away from my eyes....
In the dim light of the office, I could see Rex. He was standing beside
me as I lay on the fuckchair. He reached down and petted my hair. I
felt like spitting at him, but didn't dare.
"Ok, kid. Now we're gonna play a different game. It's called: I am
going to tell you what to do, and you are going to do it without
hesitation. Do you understand?"
I said yes.
"Fine." He held up the remote, and said, "this is in control of the
cockring I attached to you. It's a special cockring that has batteries
and a little electrode on a wire that runs right up your ass. That was
what you felt me inserting just now. It's locked on until I take it
off. Understand?"
I nodded.
"Now I will show you how it works."
With that, he walked away from me a few steps and did something at the
keyboard on the desk. Easy as pie, my restraints cycled open and left
me laying there a free man. I felt like crying.
"Stand up," Rex said.
I was shaky, and barely able, but I climbed off the table and stood on
my feet. I looked at him and wondered what he thought was going to keep
me from killing him now. Yeah, he was bigger than me, but I wasn't sure
that would matter.
I thought about it a second, and made a decision. I quickly made to get
at him where he stood by the desk.
No more had I made the motion, than he saw my intent and pushed the
remote. White light filled my head and I screamed as the cockring and
the embedded wire in my ass sent about a zillion volts of electricity
through me. I fell immediately to the floor and retched a couple of
times. I thought I was gonna puke.
"Ok," Rex said from where he stood. "Now you understand why that was a
really bad idea, don't you? I wouldn't try it again. I can make it
last longer. Much longer. Now stand up, dickhead."
I struggled to my feet and stood there silently. Yeah, I was released
from the fuck table, but I was still a dog on a leash for this guy. I
couldn't think of anything to do. I wanted to bash his head in.
"Now Eric, I'm gonna lay down here in this great chair you've been
enjoying the past two days, and you're gonna do what I tell you to.
Right?"
"Yes," I said, fighting back the rage and tears.
He came back to where I was at the black chair. He was still naked.
Neither of us was hard anymore. My own dick looked red and tormented,
like it had been through hell. That was because it had.
Rex climbed into the chair and lay back. It was in a semi-reclining
position now, so he wasn't actually laying down. I wondered what he had
in mind.
"I want you to climb up here between my legs," he said, and spread them
apart.
I got on the chair and took position between his thighs. He reached
down and stroked my long blonde hair, and my face.
"So fuckin' pretty, baby. Yer so fuckin' pretty.... I want you to lick
my balls now, man. You're gonna find out how to do the things that make
a guy feel good."
Jesus. I thought of trying to get that remote away from him, but I
didn't think I could get it without him zapping me again. Memory of the
pain made me decide to cooperate for now.
I put my head between his legs and got close to his nuts. They smelled
like balls alright. I stuck out my tongue and licked, and felt him put
his free hand on the back of my head, pulling me in tighter to his
crotch.
I licked more and started to suck his nuts, just like he had done when
he had me restrained in the chair. I hated it and wanted to stop, but
his hand pulled me in closer and he began to groan a little as I
sucked.
"Now baby, go down and tongue my ass," Rex said in his deep voice.
I hated it, but I continued licking and moved lower to his ass. He
pulled up his legs, spread them wider to give me access, and pushed my
head between his asscheeks.
I stuck out my tongue and began to work on his hole. This was nothing at
all like eating out a chick. I licked slowly at first along the outer
parts hoping that would be good enough.... It wasn't. Rex pulled my
head deep between his legs and made me stick my tongue all the way in.
He kept pushing my head harder and harder, even though I was tongue-
fucking him as deep as I could.
"Oh god yeah man. That's it. Don't fuckin' stop, baby," Rex was
moaning as he pressed my head so hard I could barely breathe. All I
could do was lick and try to get him off so I could be done.
After about 15 minutes of this, he let up on my head. I pulled back and
tried to catch my breath, but he grabbed my long hair and pulled my head
to his dick. It was hard now, and it was obvious that I was supposed to
suck. At least I wasn't pinned down being face-fucked this time.
I opened my mouth wide and stretched my lips over the big head. It
throbbed against my tongue as I forced myself to go down lower. Rex got
impatient and grabbed my hair, forcing me down hard all the way. I
gagged and choked, but he ignored that and started using my hair to pull
me up and down on the huge dick. I tried to use my hand to help keep
him from choking me, but he knocked it away roughly and continued using
my head like a sex toy.
His hard, thick cock hurt as he roughly shoved it down my throat.
"Suck it man! Suck! Take that fat dick down your throat like you want
it!" Rex yelled, and shoved it in deeper and harder. I was in misery
trying to suck this guy off.
Eventually he got enough of the rough suck he was making me do and
pulled my head off his cock. I lay there panting with my head against
his thigh.
"Come up here. Climb on top of me," he said quietly.
I did and soon was on him looking him right in the face.
"Kiss me," he said, without a trace of emotion.
I tried to control my disgust, and leaned forward to kiss him on the
mouth. I had never kissed a dude before, and despite all the gay sex I
had recently been forced into, this still felt really weird.
He laughed at me. "Jesus, kid, you can't kiss worth shit. You've got a
lot to learn." And then he grabbed me by the hair and pulled my head
against his. Soon his tongue was in my mouth and he was doing things to
me that I couldn't deny were turning me on. I reluctantly used my tongue
on him too and we kept this up for several minutes, lip-locked and
swapping spit. Finally he let me go and looked at me again.
"I felt your pretty blonde dick get hard against my stomach while I was
making you kiss me, baby. You liked that, huh?"
I hated him. "Yeah, I guess," I lied. But my dick was hard as a rock
now. His kissing me like that had made me get hard. It made me hate
him more.
"Straddle my face. Just like I did to you. You are going to get your
dick sucked now by something other than the machine," Rex ordered.
I sighed inwardly and did as he said. After I had straddled his face, I
wondered what he expected exactly, but just decided to treat him like I
would have a chick and stuck my cock against his mouth. He opened it
and sucked in the head like a pro. It felt good, and I hated that too.
He grabbed my ass and pulled my whole dick down in one gulp. I was
surprised to see my dick go down someone's throat cuz most chick's can
only take it part way. Soon his sucking got me so hot that I couldn't
help it and I started fucking his mouth just like he had done to me. I
forced it all the way in and pulled out with every stroke.
He would not let me stop, even when I knew I was getting ready to
shoot. He pulled my ass and made my dick go all the way down until I
yelled and started to come. I couldn't believe how strong it was. I
shot and shot as Rex kept me tightly pulled to his face. I had no
choice, and the intensity of the orgasm made it seem that much more
twisted to me. I hated him for making me come like this.
When I was done shooting I tried to pull out, and he wouldn't let me.
He kept sucking and kept my dick in his face by grabbing me around the
ass. It didn't take long before this pleasure of the blowjob I had just
gotten turned into another torture, as Rex made me keep getting sucked
even though my dick was spent and hurting.
Now he added a new trick to the sick game. I felt him slowly shoving
his middle finger up my ass as he continued to force suck me. I tried
to stop his action on my dick but I couldn't and against my will, I was
getting hard again. It hurt like hell.
Meanwhile Rex had added a second finger up my ass, and was stretching it
wider while fucking them in and out of me. The brief pleasure I had
received while I got-off in Rex's mouth was gone and the pain of what he
was making me do replaced it. My dick hurt so bad as he continued to
suck it harder and harder. I cried out in agony and that seemed to spur
him on as he sucked even faster and added a third finger to my ass. I
was grunting steadily now, the fingers pushing and stretching me wide.
Four fingers. The bastard shoved four inside me and continued to suck.
He moved the fingers continuously in and out of my tender ass and I did
my best not to scream as he opened me.
I was wondered if he would actually try to get his whole hand up my
ass. But then he stopped, pushed me away from his face, and said, "Ok,
baby. I think you know what comes next.... Have a seat." He looked
down at his dick.
It was rock hard. I looked at him and pleaded, "Come on man, let me
just suck you off again. My ass hurts so much already from last night!
I'll do whatever you want, just don't make me sit on that dick, please!"
He laughed. "uh uh. You're gonna ride my dick until I blow my wad in
your ass and you're gonna like it."
He lay back and looked at me expectantly.
Slowly, and with all my resolve, and edged back and positioned myself
over his cock.
He reached between my legs and grabbed his big dick, pointing it
straight up at my hole.
"Down on it," he said.
I lowered my ass until I felt the thick head touch my hole. I held my
breath and let my weight take me further down. Fuck! It already hurt
as soon as it started pushing, and it wasn't even in yet!
"Down!" Rex yelled, and grabbed my nuts, squeezing tight and yanking
hard.
I yelled from pain, and pushed my ass down further on the huge rod. I
felt it agonizingly forcing my asshole open, pushing inside me. Somehow
the fact that I was being MADE to do this to myself, instead of having
someone else do it, made it that much worse.
I pushed and let my weight carry me further down on the big dick. Rex
groaned "Oh fuck yeah!" and I could tell he was loving it. I felt like
it was tearing me apart. "Keep goin' man, there's plenty more...." Rex
growled, and I sat down further, feeling the big thing sliding roughly
inside me. Finally I was down as far as I could go; the pain was
horrible, I could feel myself shaking.
"Ride me, bitch. Ride that dick!" Rex yelled, and yanked my balls
hard.
I started to pump on the big cock. It hurt so bad I was moaning and
grunting with each stroke. "Faster!" Rex yelled.
I went faster, working up the rhythm of my own torture, impaled on Rex's
huge cock and forced to ride it hard for him.
"Now, baby, jack off your dick," Rex hissed.
"No!"
"DO it!" he insisted.
I reached forward and took hold of my aching cock while I rode him. My
dick was semi-hard from the continuous sexual activity but was in no
condition for a jack-off session. I stroked it anyway, knowing I would
be punished if I didn't. Soon, to my surprise, the motion of Rex's dick
up my ass caused me to get full on hard again. Rex grabbed my dick away
from me and started jacking it roughly.
"Now ride me hard while I make you shoot!" he said, and fisted my dick
furiously. It hurt, but once again I was past the point of pain and was
only doing what I had to, what I was made to.... I fucked myself
harder and faster on Rex's enormous cock. I could feel it punching my
insides like a jackhammer. Rex continued pumping my dick in his fist
and my vision started to go black around the edges. I screamed out and
felt my whole body convulse as my cock exploded in Rex's hand and
sprayed him with thick white come. He yelled too and fucked his hips
wildly against my ass as my whole world came to an end and I collapsed
against his body. I couldn't do any more. I was spent.
I lay there on him, impaled on his throbbing cock for several minutes.
I thought we were finished. I thought he had come in me and that it was
over now. I was wrong.
He pushed me off of him and arranged me face down on the chair. I was
still limp and exhausted and without the wherewithal to realize what he
was up to. I lay there on my stomach for a second or two, and felt the
chair move under me, changing shape. Next Rex was back, arranging my
arms over my head and my legs apart. I heard a click, and looked up to
see thick metal restraint bands had my wrists pinned down in that
position. I tried to move my legs and discovered that they too were
secured again. Face down on the fuck chair. I was too tired to even
bother trying to fight.
I couldn't see behind me, but Rex took care of that. The VR goggles
were attached to my face again, and in them I could see Rex standing
behind me. He waved for the cam as he positioned himself between my
spread and vulnerable ass. The cam zoomed-in to the action, and I could
see him rubbing the huge head of his dick over my asshole. I could
feel him getting ready to fuck me from behind, and now I was restrained
again and forced to watch.
He pushed with his hips suddenly and I yelled as his big prick started
pushing up my ass. He wasted no time with foreplay, and started pumping
me hard. It felt like a bulldozer was fucking me, he pushed so rough
and fast. He drilled me like that, fast and hard, for at least 20
minutes, sweating heavily on me until we were both soaked. Then he
stopped, and propped himself up on his elbows while laying fully against
my back. His hard rod fully impaling me, he whispered in my ear:
"Hey baby. How ya doin'?
"Fuck you," was all I could manage to say.
He pulled out and fucked back in real rough. His weight was fully on me
and his dick was all the way inside my ass.
"I think we need to invite your friend to join us here, man. I think
you'd like that a lot...."
I had no idea what he was talking about.
The angle in the visor changed now however, and moved in behind where
Rex had me pinned and fucked on the chair. As the camera pulled back I
could see the enormous black fuck monster that had drilled me so savagely
last night positioning itself behind us.
"NO!" I yelled, and I could feel Rex start to hump me.
"NO! Don't do it!" I screamed.
The camera showed me what I had guessed: that the fucktool was gonna
push in my ass while Eric was laying on me fucking me too. I was about
to get fucked by two huge cocks at the same time.
I fought against my restraints to no effect and Rex fucked and nuzzled
his mouth against my ear, "oh god baby, this is gonna be soooo fucking
cool."
I could see that huge fucker lined up against my ass. It drooled white
jizz and throbbed as if eager to get on with the job. I cried to myself
and watched it start to push against my hole, already stuffed tight with
Rex's big dick. He continued to fuck in and out, while the machine
worked at a slightly slower pace, gently punching the big head of its
cock against my already full ass.
Rex cooed and bit my neck while he fucked me, "Awwww yeah! You feel
that, baby? You feel that big dick getting ready to join me inside your
little ass? Oh god yeah!"
I could feel it for sure. It was tearing me apart as it insistently
pushed against my hole and smeared jizz-lube to help it make its way
inside. I could see it start to make progress as my ass widened to take
it in a little. It pushed against Rex's dick and squeezed in along side
it now, entering deeper. I heard Rex moan in pleasure and myself
scream in pain.
The pressure of the thing against my butt was too great, and I gasped as
it slid inside my ass. It pushed hard, and buried itself in, right
along with Rex's huge tool, and started to slowly fuck.
Rex started fucking with it. The two of them worked in unison now to
stretch my ass open wide enough to take them both. I watched as the big
black dildo finally pushed all the way in, and Rex shoved his own dick
right in with it. They paused and then the machine took over and
started to fuck. He must have set it for a rough fuck, because it
didn't play around. I heard Rex grunting steadily as the big machine
cock fucked my ass and his dick with long, hard strokes. He bit me and
taunted me while I strained to take the huge cocks up my ass. The
torment was unbelievable and Rex seemed to love watching me suffer.
I watched the two rapists fuck me like that for at least twenty
minutes. At last Rex couldn't hold off anymore and started drilling me
even harder than the fucking machine. He screamed, and flooded my ass with
hot come. The machine also tensed up, and pumped me full of jizz while
Rex was still thrusting. It was beyond anything.
I remember gasping when Rex and the machine had finally finished. Rex
pulled out, but the enormous black fuck tool stayed inside me.
Rex got off of my back, kissed my neck from behind, and said, "Night,
night kiddo. See ya in the morning...."
And with that, I heard him leave. I was still restrained to the chair,
fucked and whimpering. Eventually I must have fallen asleep or just
passed-out....
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