The train was pulling out of the station, and I slid into a seat by a window. The little old knitting lady was opposite, needles clicking away nine to the dozen, the seat beside her empty - no takers due to risk of impalation…
My phone buzzed, and I eased it out of my hiviz trouser pocket.
Runt Which train are you on?
Me The 19h14
Runt What’s that in real money?
Me 14 minutes past 7 you dinosaur
Runt Excellent. Get off and come to ours. Something for you to see [happy face emoji] [evil happy face emoji]
I sighed. He usually set meetings up by meeting me on the train, either him or Unit or both of them in an intimidating way together. I didn’t care - they were both great occasional fucks, and were becoming fast friends into the bargain.
I texted back: Me 10 minutes tops
The train pulled into their station, and I got off, walked out the station, round the corner and half way along their terrace. I turned into the house, clocked something different in the front, and walked up the steps to knock on the front door. It opened almost immediately to Runt, who clocked his watch.
“Near to the second, workie man.” I thought it unusual he was in his work gear, not skin gear; really grubby grey polo, once-orange hiviz trousers and knee high work boots.
I grabbed the back of his neck, and he grabbed mine, and we touched foreheads in our way of greeting. “What’s happened to the chaos in the front?” I asked.
Runt looked past me and smiled. “I am forcing some kind of order out there.” He shrugged. “Unit’s a dead loss with green stuff, so I thought I’d give it a go. Work in progress.”
I let go of his neck and patted his cheek. “This ain’t a YouTube channel stunt, is it?”
He shook his head. “All legit and hobby only. Some of the hard garden features maybe a little - shall we say - engine block derived?”
I shuddered slightly, then recovered. “Where’s Unit?”
An evil smile crossed Runt’s face. “Downstairs. Follow me, workie man.”
He lead the way down the stairs to their basement, and we entered the brick lined room, with its dim light, bed, rim seat, filing cabinet…
“Unit’s in the chair,” Runt said, a bit unnecessarily as I could already see him strapped in, blindfolded, gagged and ear defenders on. He was naked from the waist down with a grey t-shirt on top, and the chair had been angled so that his torso was more or less horizontal. The arm rests had been extended sideways so his armpits were in clear view, and the legs raised and spread, giving a clear view of his erect cock, balls and arse.
“Is that what I think it is?” I said, pointing at a contraption on the floor between Unit’s feet.
Runt scrunched his face up a bit. “That does depend on what you think it is…”
I pointed. “Homemade fuck machine?”
“More or less. Workshop made to be fair - salvaged parts of some cars…”
“If that’s powered by a VW diesel V10 I’m getting Unit out of there right now!”
“No, no! Though…” He had a quizzical look on his face. “Nah - not portable enough.” He walked to stand by it. “Windscreen wiper motors,” he pointed out, “old SDS drill, polybushes, window motors, couple of anti-roll bars, couple of brake disks…”
I looked at it and pointed. “And a fuck-off dildo on the business end.” I studied it a bit more. “It’s a bit over-engineered, isn’t it?”
“Robust. Adjustable. Wanna see it in action?”
“Fuck yeah,” I laughed. “By itself first, and I’m guessing this is its first use off the workshop bench?”
“Yeah - It all works. Tonight’s the first performance.” He flipped a switch and picked up a box connected by a thick cable to the main contraption. “I’ll work up a wireless remote sometime…” he said, waving a hand around.
He pointed at the machine. “The wiper motors do the main fucking action…” and they started rotating, moving the dildo back and forth. “Length of stroke altered by the window motors acting on the position of the link on the wheel…” The stroke got deeper, then faded away to near nothing, and back to a medium thrust. “The SDS just vibrates the dildo assembly…” It wasn’t much of a movement, but sure was loud. “That’s why the ear defenders… And the dildo can rotate a little along its long axis…” I could see the end of the dildo sway left and right as it spun along its length. “Speed adjustable too…” The thrusts got faster, then slower.
“Fuck…” I exhaled. “That’s an amazing piece of work, Runt. How’d you manage to get it made, what with everything else going on in work?”
“Late nights, big tarpaulin.” He shrugged as if that were obvious. “Anyway, lets get this into position…”
I hadn’t appreciated the castor wheels on the base, and these made getting the dildo head into place just away from Unit’s arse a doddle. Runt looked at me, then pointed at Unit’s cock, and I didn’t need any further instruction; his cock went down my throat easy, lubed by the copious precum he was making. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Runt lift one defender off Unit’s ear and whisper something to him. Unit nodded, then the defender went back into place.
Runt came past me, and grabbed me on the way past. After applying quite a bit of lube to both the dildo and Unit, he manoeuvred the very end of the dildo into Unit’s arse. “Start slow and gentle, I think…” The dildo started to move in and out of Unit’s arse, just a few centimetres, at an easy pace. I could see Unit shift in the chair (such as he were able) to try to get some more of the dildo inside him.
“Lengthen the stroke,” I muttered. The dildo increased the depth it was moving into Unit, and he started to moan through the gag. I gave Runt a wink, then went back to Unit, and took his cock in my mouth again. He was leaking precum like a tap on drip, and the t-shirt was damp with sweat. I swapped my mouth for my hand on his cock, and got my face into his armpit. That was wet as fuck and tasted great, making me horny as fuck too. I moved my other hand over his sweaty chest, then rubbed that sweat over his face. He was moaning a lot now…
I left Unit and went back to Runt. “What’s the SDS do for things then?”
Runt smiled. “Brace yourself…” and he flipped a switch. He was right; it was quite noisy… I couldn’t see much happening to the dildo, but Unit was struggling to arch his back as though he was wanting more.
I nodded to Runt, and made the neck-chopping gesture. The SDS noise stopped, Unit relaxed (a bit). “A bit more depth…” I suggested, and I saw the depth increase even more, and Unit groaning even more. He was arching his back, and I thought I knew what was coming next.
I ran over to him, got my mouth round his cock just as he arched upwards and his cock exploded into the back of my throat. I took all the loads he spurted out, swallowed them. Runt turned the machine off, and the silence was quite astounding, broken only by Unit’s heavy breathing round the gag.
Runt came over, took the defenders off Unit, the gag, and lastly the blindfold. He blinked int the light a few times, shook his head the clear the sweat drops and said “Fuck…”
Runt looked a little concerned. “Good fuck or bad fuck?”
Unit closed his eyes. “Oh - good…” He exhaled again. “Workie man, you have got to try this…”
I looked at Runt, asking the question silently. He smiled, then nodded down at Unit. “Lets get him out, check him over then sure, we’ll strap you in…”
The two of us rotated all the bits of the chair to make it more chair-like, then unstrapped Unit, and Runt handed him a grubby towel. He rubbed himself down, then handed it to Runt, who put it to his face and gave a deep and noisy inhale. He then handed the towel to me, and I repeated the inhale, getting Unit’s sweat, but also his aftershave of the morning and the soap of the shower before that - very horny all in all.
Without too much fuss, Unit and Runt took hold of me and strapped me into the chair; a collar went round my neck and was clipped to eyelets on the head of the chair; my wrists were locked in to built in cuffs on each arm, and my booted ankles strapped in to the legs.
“Small point,” Unit said. “He’s still clothed.”
Runt looked me over. “Leave the top on; that’ll show the sweat up nice like. What we do is once he’s in position, slit the arse seam of them hiviz trousers so’s we can get the dildo up him. Plan?”
“Plan.” Unit nodded. I thought of answering too, but it seemed like this was now their show, their enjoyment, and I was the main act. I kept silent.
Runt put a small ball gag on me, then slipped the blindfold on, and lastly the ear defenders. It was true; I couldn’t hear or see anything, and all I could do speech wise would be to moan. Runt pulled off one ear defender. “House rules, remember? If it’s too much, three long noises through the gag.” I nodded. The ear defender went back on and I was back in the world of silence.
I felt the chair rotate backwards till I was near horizontal, and my legs spread and moved upwards. My arms were rotated outwards near on straight out to each side. I felt a fiddling at my arse, then felt a downward tug, and then cooler (relatively) air on my hole. I felt my fly being undone, and my precum oozing cock pulled out, along with my balls. They were fondled gently then left alone.
My arse suddenly felt cold; I was guessing this was the pre-dildo lube being applied. Then something firm pressing gently into the hole…
The first thrust took me by surprise; it wasn’t that deep, and the rate wasn’t that fast, I just wasn’t expecting - yet here I was trussed up for this very purpose… It was a leisurely fuck, slow but not too slow, deep enough but not too deep. It did feel good, and as I was getting used to it, I felt the dildo go a bit deeper, then a bit deeper still, all at the same pace. It got deep enough to hit my prostate, and that just made the precum flow; I was very conscious of my cock oozing pre like it was a tap. Being in sensory deprivation meant that I could concentrate on every feeling, every touch.
I thought the rate stepped up a bit now - it seemed faster, and a little deeper - more urgent. Then it felt like a jack hammer had been applied - a small part of my brain said “this is the SDS” while the rest just went “mmfmfmfmfmmfmfmffffffff”. It didn’t last too long, but was replaced with deeper strokes, faster strokes. I could feel my cum building up now, and really wanted to cum, but the machine got dialled back a bit, and left me on the edge, arching my back up trying to get it to hit the spot hard enough to give me that release.
But no - I was being played with, and I could feel the dildo rotating in me now, the slight bend in it being definitely felt as it rocked from side to side. Again the feeling was exquisite, and I was really wanting to cum, nearly desperate for it now.
It stopped rotating, it slowed down, but it got deeper than ever before, like it was filling me up with every thrust. I knew the cum was near, I arched my back in anticipation of the release, and at that point I registered a warmth on my cock, and a tightness round may balls. I felt that point of no return come, and I arched my back best I could and let the cum fly - into someone’s mouth is what it felt like.
I finished cumming, eight or nine spurts, fell back onto the chair, and felt sweat just pour out of every pore, all over my body. The machine was turned off, and I dimly felt the dildo being withdrawn. The ear defenders were taken off, and I was surprised how loud the silence was. The blindfold was taken off and I was surprised how bright a 40W bulb can be. The gag was taken off, and my jaw ached.
Runt leaned over and gave me a deep kiss, then went to town on my armpit. Unit then kissed me - he tasted of cum, so a good guess as to who was there at the end. He went to town on the other armpit. I just lay back, let them get on with it; after all I wasn’t going anywhere until they decided.
After about ten minutes they got me out of the chair, offered me a cold drink - “Isotonic,” Unit said. “Probably need it after all the sweat and cum and precum.” He raised his own glass. “Certainly helps.”
We went upstairs to their kitchen, for something a bit stronger - tea to be honest. We were quiet for a while…
“So,” I said. “What was it you wanted to show me?” |
