Date: Sun, 16 Mar 2008 16:33:48 -0500
From: FD Campbell <peterbilt222@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Fucking Machine

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			    The Fucking Machine


It was on one of my sex-seeking adventures that I found the Tungsten
Leather Shop. Having accepted my sexuality for what it was, I was pretty
much constantly on the prowl for sex, with the goal of indulging myself at
every opportunity. And when those opportunities didn't come along often
enough, I went searching for them. I'm a Marine, stationed in San Diego and
you would think there would be a lot of opportunities with all those hunky
studs training and living together, but although there is a lot of sex talk
and some horsing around, that's about it.  The risk is too great.

The place was located in an old business district that had deteriorated
into warehouses and off-beat shops and seedy bars. It was downstairs in the
basement of a large brick and sandstone building that was in need of
restoration but then that would've destroyed the charm of the place. I
followed the smell of leather down the stairs till I found myself in a
dimly lit dungeon. It looked like an old wine cellar, with low vaulted
ceilings supported by massive arches and pillars. There was leather of
every description everywhere; straps, chains, contraptions, clothing,
slings, boots...there was hardly any wall space left.

	"If you see anything you would like to try on, let me know,"
someone said.

	I turned to see a muscular man with his shaved head and a neatly
trimmed moustache, wearing a leather harness and tight leather shorts. He
definitely had the body for it.

	"Thanks," I said, eyeing him as he turned to walk away.  There was
no back to his shorts; his tight, round, smooth butt was sticking out
deliciously. Yeah, he had the ass for those shorts, too. I was immediately
engrossed in thoughts of how I could get my hands on him. But I resisted
and went on to browse his shop. There were a dozen things that I would've
liked to buy but there was no place to keep it in the barracks. I checked
out a fine leather jockstrap with gleaming silver studs, with a pouch that
unsnapped.  Damn, I wish I had a place keep it. Towards the back of the
shop was a doorway with a stairs leading up, different from the one I'd
come down. A crudely lettered sign read "Machine Shop." I peered up the
stairs but saw nothing but blackness at the top of the stairs.

"What's the Machine Shop?" I asked the man.

	He controlled a tight smile and his eyes sparkled. "That would be
only if you're very interested in leather and all its connotations," he
said, sounding very mysterious.

	I smiled, not a controlled smile. "That doesn't tell me much," I
said. "Is it something I should check out?"

	He looked me up and down, his smile loosening up a little.

	"You're military, right?" he said.

	"Yeah."

"I could tell." Then with a nod toward the door, he said, "Go on up, I
think you could handle it. Tell Brandon to show you around."

I made my way up the dark stairs, more feeling my way than seeing, till I
reached the top where a tiny flickering light illuminated the entrance. The
door at the top of the stairs looked like it belonged on a castle, or had
been removed from one. I lifted the heavy knocker and dropped it twice. A
moment later a man in his early thirties appeared at the door. He was
handsome in a youngish, rugged manner, dressed in worn jeans, scuffed work
boots and a plaid shirt with the sleeves rolled up around his impressive
biceps and open part way down the front, exposing some very impressive pecs
and abs. Somehow I expected him to be in leather. He had tightly cropped
hair that resembled a heavy five o'clock shadow which made him look all the
more macho.

"Come in," he greeted me warmly, holding the door open for me. "I'm
Brandon."

"Hunter," I said. "The guy downstairs said you would show me around."

"Happy to," he said. "Can I get you something to drink--coffee, tea, beer,
wine, whiskey, you name it. Some say a good drink helps relax them their
first trip."

"Whiskey, then," I said, wondering what he meant by first trip, and what it
might entail.

He took me into an elegantly furnished anteroom that also looked like
something from a castle and brought my drink over ice in a glass that must
have cost as much as the premium whiskey.

"Would you like to hear about what we have to offer?" he asked.

"Yeah, I'm curious," I said.

He began explaining his services.

"We have two levels of experience that we offer. The first is what I call
the experimental level, which I recommend for your first visit. I can't
recommend the second level till you've experienced the first, or unless
you're into S&M."

I blinked over my glass as I began to realize what I'd walked into; or at
least had some idea. I was suddenly intrigued.

"I guess if I was going to try it, I would take your recommendation of the
first level," I said.

"Good. As soon as you finish your drink, I'll show you the machine shop and
maybe we'll get you started. No hurry, of course. You can come back another
time if you like."

I drank the whiskey.

"I didn't mean to rush you," he said.

"You didn't. I have a feeling I might need it," I said.

"Well, then, come with me." He showed me to a clinic-type room where he
told me I could strip down for a flush. Again, I was taken aback that he
wasn't showing me around the place; he was expecting that I was there to
use his services, but maybe I'd led him to believe that.  I was also a
little surprised at his boldness about the flush, but I wasn't a stranger
to it, so I didn't let that bother me.  I'm experienced enough to know what
he meant by a flush, although I didn't expect him to hang around.  Not only
did he hang around, he flushed me out himself. It was done with gentle
professionalism that caused me no embarrassment. He gave me a towel to put
around my waist but I put it over my shoulder instead and followed him to a
stairway leading back down. He looked back at me with a smile on his face.
Half way down the stairs I could see we were entering another dungeon
similar to the leather shop. The dungeon was dimly lit, with the only
lighting from sconces on the walls with flickering artificial candles. It
was a warm effect. A large, confusing looking machine sat in the middle of
the room, partially covered with a sheet. In front of it was another
contraption, a thickly padded flexible, canvas sling version of a doctor's
examining table, complete with stirrups and cuffs. It looked eerily
comfortable.

"You can try out the sling if you like, get comfortable with it," Brandon
said, patting the thick canvas.

"First, I'd like to know exactly what your place and your services are all
about," I said. "So far, you've been rather mysterious.  I mean, I got
flushed out, but I'm still not certain..." I waved toward the covered
machine.

He laughed, making his washboard abs ripple.  "We do internal massage
therapy," he said. I must've had a totally blank look on my face.  "You get
fucked by a dildo attached to a machine," he explained.

"Oh," I said, probably with a dumbfounded expression.

"Still interested?" he asked.

"I...I'm curious," I said.

"Curious is as good as interested," he said, and motioned to the sling.

I did as he said and with his assistance, climbed on the sling. My towel
fell off and Brandon took it. My body conformed nicely to the form of the
sling, my arms resting comfortably where Brandon placed them in armrests up
over my head. He placed my legs in the leg rests and my feet in the
stirrups and secured the straps around my ankles.

"You don't have a fear of being confined, do you?" he asked as he started
to cuff my wrists.

"No, I don't think so," I said.

"Wonderful." And he cuffed my wrists. "Now we have two levels of operation.
One is manual, where you are in control.  If you choose the manual, this
yellow remote controls the penetration cycle. The green is the GO panel; it
controls the massage cycle and the red controls the de-penetration cycle.
It's all very simple. Then there is the automatic cycle, where I program
the machine and you just lie back and let the machine take you through it.
I recommended it. Here to your right is the STOP button. It has a cover
over it so you can't hit it accidentally. If at any time you wish to stop
the process, simply lift the cover and touch the button."

"My wrists are cuffed," I reminded him.

They cuffs are more for effect," he said as he took my arm and pulled up on
it, breaking the cuff.  "You're not seriously confined, you see."

"Okay, but I think I'll let the machine do it," I said.

"Great. You won't be sorry," he said. "There is also an aromatic feature
where we provide an aroma of your choice to permeate the room and enhance
your experience. You have a choice of floral, fruit, fresh rain, summer
breeze, waterfall, winter forest, of if you're a down and dirty sort of guy
we have the smell of a garage, a horse stable, or the smell of the locker
room, complete with chlorine, sweat and musky jockstraps and other male
aromas."

"I live in a barracks, I'm used to male aromas," I said.

"I love that one myself," he said.

"I certainly wasn't expecting all of this," I told him.

"Oh, I intend to take you beyond your expectations," he assured me. He
flipped a button and in a moment I could sense the smell of a locker room
in the air. It was a good smell.

"Do you smell that?" he asked.

"Yes, it reminds of me of high school, and the barracks," I said.

I lay and watched him push buttons, turn knobs and flip switches on a
control panel on the wall. When he had it programmed he ripped open a
packet of gel lube to apply to my ass. He lubed my butt and worked some up
inside me.

"Mmmm, nice and snug. Not too tight. Muscular," he said as he probed his
finger around deep inside my ass. It felt good. Then he uncovered the end
of the machine that was pointed toward me in the canvas sling, revealing a
long shaft with an above average size dildo attached to the end. It wasn't
at all menacing to me after some of the cocks I'd had; somehow I had
expected the machine to be sporting something larger. He squirted a
different kind of lube on the dildo and smeared it around.

"The dildo is very lifelike. It is equipped to dispense tiny amounts of
lube throughout, so you will never be in need of lubricant," he said.

"Sort of like precome," I said.

"Exactly. And you will very definitely experience its orgasm at the end,"
he said. He brought the shaft of the machine forward till the dildo touched
my butt then made some adjustments, I supposed to tighten it in place.

"Are you ready?" he asked with a smile. I nodded. "You are ready. Let's do
it," he said, stepping over to the control panel. He pushed a button,
winked at me then turned the lights down and said, "Enjoy" and left the
room, pulling the heavy leather curtain closed behind him.

I waited but nothing happened. Then I heard a soft whirring sound and felt
the dildo begin to move, every so lightly, against my butt. I tried to
contain my excitement, even suppress it, for I wanted to let it build
up. It rubbed against my skin in tiny circular motions, already creating a
warm sensation. All the while, it continued to move forward, separating the
crack of my butt, and gently prying my buns apart. It bore like a gentle
tongue, drilling at me, reaching out for the portal it was destined and
programmed to penetrate. I was getting anxious for it to find it's target;
anxious for the second cycle to kick in, but I suspected it would be a long
process and I tried to relax for the wait. I sighed when I finally felt it
pushing against my hole.  Sensing that it was on target, it shifted into
another cycle and began to gently punch against my hole in tiny circular
motions. I was still relaxed as it pursued its goal, beginning to stretch
the spongy muscle surrounding my asshole. It stopped punching then pushed,
so gently that I was barely aware of it till I began to feel the resistance
of my asshole. I wanted it to hurry up; I wanted to push back against it
but being restrained in the sling, I was unable to do so. It was the master
and would have me in its own time. Finally, it reached the point of no
return and no resistance.  I was about to get punctured.

I couldn't believe the easy penetration. I was really relaxed, and ready. I
barely winced as it began to shove through my hole, despite the size of the
thing. It would be a long process, boring through the thick sphincter, too
long for a wince. I simply lay there and let it happen, cringing as I
bridled my excitement. Finally, my sphincter gave way completely and the
firm, bulbous head was inside me. The machine shifted again, expanding its
circular motions like a wand, at the same time thrusting in longer stokes
as it went deeper, and I could imagine its bulbous head bobbing around as
if it were searching for something in the warm blackness of my guts.

After a few probes it came in firm and deep, all the way in, as if on
target; the balls smashing against my spread butt.  It startled me a
little. It settled deep inside me and throbbed and I let the vibrations
surge all through me. I was a good bottom but this thing was really turning
me on. Then it began to move again, back and forth, in and out through just
my asshole at first, but in increasingly longer thrusts, fuckin me
now. Suddenly I felt a new sensation of being filled tighter, stuffed, and
realized that the cock was expanding! It was growing! Inside me! I lay with
my mouth open, my eyes wide in amazement as it bore deeper and swelled to
stretch my asshole even more. I wasn't expecting this and in a fleeting
moment I wondered how big it would get; what if the machine
malfunctioned. I almost broke the cuff on my right wrist so I could reach
down to curl my fingers around the cover over the STOP button for
reassurance. But I restrained myself.  I would see first. The cock grew
bigger and bigger, thicker and longer. I was no stranger to big cocks, but
the dildo looked to be a good nine inches long sticking out from the shaft,
and it was getting bigger!

"Whew!" I breathed quietly, wondering if I should stop it. I braved it out
another minute, no more, as my ass was stretched almost beyond endurance
and my insides begging for mercy, it was going so deep. Again, I thought
about reaching for the STOP button. But if I did, the machine would shut
down and the cycle would be over. I didn't.

Seconds later, the machine hummed softer and the expansion stopped. I
couldn't judge how big it had gotten. I only knew it felt huge and it
seemed to swell even bigger when it actually throbbed!!  Then it began to
move again. Out and in at first, using tiny strokes, then moving with ever
longer strokes, slowly, till it was almost pulled out. It paused and tugged
back, the thick, flanged rim of the head pulling at my asshole muscle till
it popped free then it pushed back and fucked through my hole in short
jabs. Another shift and it shoved back inside me all the way up to the
balls, then it quivered and throbbed when they smashed against my butt. It
waved around inside me like a thick wand, then pulled back and began to
fuck me hard, and harder, like a pile driver, jarring me in the sling. I
was.

Then I got another surprise. Suddenly I felt the contraption I was lying on
begin to move, the stirrups begin to spread out, pulling my legs apart. It
stopped before real fear set in. Soon my legs were spread nearly straight
out to the side. Then the thing lunged and hammered and rammed into me,
slamming like a punishment with every thrust. It bored itself deep and
shuddered and hummed and then I felt it twisting around and moving back and
forth in half-circle motions.

I moaned. I felt foolish, lying there by myself, moaning at a machine but
it was so damned alive and human. It fucked me for a half hour or so,
moving from one motion to the other, going through the complete long cycle
at least a half dozen times. I was settled in to enjoy a steady fuck with
no more surprises. Then I heard the machine make a noise and felt the cock
pulling back out of me and moving to angle downward. I raised my head to
see the shaft bending, like an elbow. It pulled the dildo back till only
the head was in me and the elbow was bent, then it shoved back in at a
sharp downward angle.

"Aawwhhh!" I gasped, then, "Ohhhhhhh!" as it began fucking me.

 It fucked me for twenty minutes or so then the arm was straightening till
it was pumping straight into me. Then slowly, the arm began to bend
downward, slowly, reversing the angle till it was thrusting upward. I no
longer settled for a normal fuck that wasn't going to happen. This was
going to be a roller coaster ride. I lay in full anticipation of the next
response. But then it shifted into the fuck mode, and did it's magic,
moving steadily through a series of machinations that I quickly became
accustomed to. It was as if I were truly being fucked for the first time in
my life.

Again, I was barely aware of it at first, but I realized that the
table/sling was now rearranging my body again, the lower part lifting to
bring my legs up in the air and spreading them out almost to the breaking
point, at the same time, raising my knees up toward my chest. It didn't
stop till it had brought my legs straight up over my upper body, till I was
almost bent in half with my cock tilted toward my face, and all the while,
the machine never missing a turn of its rotation cycle. It was driving me
crazy, partly because I couldn't touch my cock with my wrists strapped in
and I wanted to jack off so bad. Several times I strained against the cuffs
to break the bond that held me but refrained. I didn't want to break the
cycle. I would remain the machine's slave.

It was a struggle between me and the machine. I had no control over it; no
way to slow it down or pause it so I could recoup and hold off. It was like
I was fighting it, willing my climax down with each thrust. It won, of
course. It was spreading my legs apart again, shoving them out to the sides
as it fucked me. The elbow crooked downward, aiming the big cock at an
upward angle, rubbing over my prostate.

"No...ohh, Godd," I gasped.  "Ohhh...fuck me...Ohhh, fuck me FUCK ME, I'm
gonna come!" Yeah, I was talking to the machine again. I swear, the thing
understood. As the elbow slowly straightened, the cock moved in and out and
each time it went in it rotated like a wand, hitting my prostate with each
circular stroke. Fuck, it was gutting my guts! I wanted to put my hand over
my mouth to stifle my outcry but I didn't break the bond. Suddenly the
machine kicked into another gear with a loud, mechanical groan and began
pounding my ass unmercifully.  It fucked me harder and harder and I thought
I felt the cock swell even bigger inside me.  Then I felt the liquid heat
of something shooting up inside me.  The dam thing was coming!!!!

"Awwwhhh!" I moaned loudly.  "Ohhhh, fuck...Awwww, yeah, fuck me!" I cried.
The thing kept spurting its seed inside me; it felt like a steady stream
being pumped in me with each thrust.  Soon I felt it gushing out of my ass.

Then suddenly my cock exploded.  The stuff shot out in long, thick ropes,
all over me. It was an excruciating come, more so because I was unable to
touch my cock. It and the machine were in total control. I opened my mouth
to try to catch some of my own semen. I was successful in receiving three
powerful blasts in my mouth; the rest of it splattered all over my face and
chest and neck and shoulders.  By the time I was drained and the machine
had stopped gushing inside me, I was seeing stars.

I'd never had such wonderful sex in all my life. I lay exhausted, drained
and even after I was drained the machine kept going places inside me as my
body continued to convulse till I thought I would go out of my mind. It was
almost like I was having a second, more excruciating orgasm. Only after it
was sure, it seemed, that it had sucked every bit of pleasure out of me did
it begin to wind down. Toward the end it paused, throbbed gently several
times, and the dildo began to deflate.  It remained embedded inside me for
several minutes before it slowly pulled out of my ass, like a gentle
lover. I lay a bit longer, gasping for breath, while I watched the
damnedest thing...the big dildo kept throbbing, bobbing up and down, like
it was doing a victory dance. I nearly dozed when Brandon came in.

"Well, how did you like it?" he asked as he began to un-strap me.

"You're gonna have to carry me out of here," I said weakly. "I've never so
exhausted. I've never been so fucked."

He laughed.

"I made a horrific mess," I said.

"You were supposed to make a mess," he said. "We cover the machine and
power-wash the place after every use. I could've put a condom on you. Some
guys request it. But I think its better to go commando. You can go in the
next room and shower if you like, then lie down for awhile and recuperate."

I liked. I needed to recuperate.  When I was showered, I stretched out on
the cot and Brandon came in with another drink of something I couldn't
identify. He said it would help get my juices flowing again so I could walk
out under my own power and he wouldn't have to call 911.

Needless to say, I went back to The Machine Shop again the first chance I
got. I checked in for a little rougher action that Brandon explained to
me. I was bent forward and doubled over with my hands and knees strapped to
a leather padded bench, helpless but to be brutalized by the male machine
pounding my ass. It made loud, lonely noises with each thrust, the smell of
sweat and semen was powerful. It was a pure and simple brutal fucking. The
machine turned me into a blithering, begging, cum-spurting idiot.

The next trip, my third, Brandon strapped me onto the sling and brought
down a suction cup to put on my cock. He attached a strap around my balls
and the machine pulled on my balls in opposite directions while the cup
sucked my cock.  Two more suction cups alternately sucked and tugged on my
tits. He lubed me up and manually used a dildo with raised bumps that
nearly brutalized my prostate. He watched my ever reaction for any sign of
distress. He pushed me to the limits of my endurance that even I did not
know. I screamed when I shot off, while Brandon smiled with satisfaction.

I went back yet again, and this time I was greeted by a young attendant
instead of Brandon. He was eighteen or nineteen, handsome to a fault, with
a flawlessly muscled body that he showed off in pair of plain gray athletic
shorts and nothing else. It turned out that he was Brandon's younger
brother. I left it up to him which service I would receive. He put me in
the sling then disengaged the shaft from the main frame, attached it to
what looked like a giant power drill, and used the dildo on me like giant
hand drill. He should've been in the oil fields; he was an expert at
drilling. For the last part he reconnected it to the machine and tuned his
attention to sucking my cock while the machine took over. I had my hands
free to feel his smooth muscles and explore his shorts. I found a
hardening, long hunk or meat.

"Why am I lying here being fucked with a dildo with this in the room?" I
asked, squeezing his cock

"Would you rather have the real thing?" he asked.

"I think I would."

"It may not be an exciting or pleasurable as the machine," he said.

I ran my hand over his chest and stomach and felt his cock again. "I think
it will," I said.

He pulled his shorts off and stepped between my legs.  I gasped when he
shoved his cock into me; not because it hurt, but because it was the real
thing and it was attached to his incredible body.  He fucked me while the
machines sucked my cock and my tits and pulled on my balls. After a half
hour or so, he pulled out, disconnected me.

"Let's do this like civilized men," he said.

He took me to another room with a bed and practically made love to me for
over two hours and I gave back in kind when he would let me, but he was
mostly in charge. Despite the marvels of modern science and technology,
there is nothing that can match the human machine.


				  The End


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