Getting the Chair - Part 2

From: Darksider

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.

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 what 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 than 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 chair 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 chair, 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 I 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. "Nuh 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 gone , I 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, motherfucker. Ride that dick!" Rex yelled, and yanked my balls hard.

I started to pump on the big fuckstick. 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 fuckchair. 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 fuckmonster 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 fuckmachine. 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 fucktool 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....