By SlickChaser
Through some advice, poking and prodding, my friend Gerry was pushing me to pursue some new boundaries, mainly getting outside his role as the only play partner. Getting local was tough, but over time he found a group of men living in Germany who wanted someone willing to test some things and create something special. I had to travel for another reason so decided to just go for it. Their language barrier was an issue, but with so much technology, we seemed to hammer out most of the details. They had a plan to put my rear hole to work, and then some. I had to train small and often in the weeks leading up, plugging myself daily and using different sizes as often as possible to get my body used to it. As part of their end of the deal, I had to come prepared in red rubber, black wellies and freshly clean underneath.
The two men only asked to refer to them as “A” and “F.” Constant communication via translation took place over the weeks preceding: where to travel to, what time and how best to be prepared. The day finally came and I had to do my best to dress with clothing over my rubber suit, thankfully it was a rainy do so the boots fit right in. Riding a train through a major city hidden in full rubber underneath made me beyond horny. It didn’t help with other people on the train also clad in leather or similar shiny clothing, a feature point for where I was headed.
The address dropped me in a nice area to an apartment complex. After messaging the men, I was met downstairs by A, he himself dressed in leather pants and a tight white t-shirt. He escorted me up to their apartment, a virtually new place with a tremendous city view. Once in the room, the other man F awaited, pulling a cover off a black leather and painted bench, and behind it a fuck machine mounted to an elaborate structure that looked meant to tilt, go up and down.
The two of them mumbled “die kleidung” and pointing at my street clothes, which I finally figured as they pointed and pat themselves on their pants. Without hesitating, I took off my clothes, revealing the full-on red shine to go with my black polished wellies.
F came to pat my crotch zipper, which I obliged to slowly open and reveal my growing cock. He laughed a little but was content with my cleanliness as he singled to walk over to the bench. Using hand signals, I figure he wanted me to kneel on the side benches, which made him smile. As I did, both went to open a closet behind me, one returning with a myriad of some leather items, the other with a paper and pen with the “conditions for consensual surrender” that we had spoken about. I signed without checking further, which prompted F into action. He dropped some things on the bench: arm binder, straps, collar, hood.
Before I really analyzed what was happening, I was their leather-bound little toy, arms tightly placed in the arm binder which I had agreed on, hooded but still mouth and eyes open, and a nice thick leather collar. Satisfied with that, both A and F patted the main bench as if to lean down, which I did. Slowly I lowered myself onto the pad, essentially not going to return with my arms wrapped tightly behind me. I scooted around some, at which point they began to tighten me to the bench across my waste and under the arm binder, thighs and calves.
I was starting to feel both excited and nervous as one of them returned with a box, which when opened revealed quite the surprise: three dildos, all massive, much larger than I had ever anticipated. At that point I realized it would be a true experiment of how much my hole might get wrecked. Sensing some nervousness on my part as I said “wait…those look really big!” but both acting like I agreed to the no-out clause we previously touched on. Somewhere the task of “train my hole” became “make it as hard as possible.”
I strained a little against the straps, some worry seeing the first long one picked up and walked behind me. F walked next me, patting me on the head, before he fit a ball gag harness on me, something I had asked for, only this gag too was massive. My head was then tilted and fit onto a head pad with a hole in it, so I saw below. Over the next several minutes, they worked to affix a ball stretcher, two electro leads, additional straps tightened to hold me firm on the bench.
They talked aloud in German, a few times smacking my upright ass, before a tablet was dropped below my face, opened to a POV camera from behind and the side, showcasing my predicament. A was visible grabbing lube, gloves and a large but doable plug. Slowly he began to lube around my hole, and with a ton on the plug, worked it slowly in and out until my rear relaxed enough to accept it; I could hear them clap in joy, as the plug was slowly pulled out. I figured this might be the last relief for a while.
On the camera I watched the machine begin to tilt downward, and as it did, F holding the first dildo beginning to poke the tip in my hole, slowly pressing until my hole opened up to begin to accept it. From the camera the girth didn’t look terrible, but right away from the feeling, I knew it had to be long. Slowly the fuck machine lowered and as he slowly pushed it further in, I began to try and raise a little as the push wasn’t quite perfect. He fiddled with it for a minute, finally mounting it to the machine. After what felt like an enternity, I sat there as they both adjusted one camera slightly, before finally clicking some things on.
Not expecting which way, I was caught off guard as the dildo began to slowly plow me inside, easily the longest that had ever been in me. Mercifully it reached a point to stop, at which point the electrics on my cock came alive, causing me to strain a little under the straps. One of them patted me on the shoulder as the machine began its slow return cycle out, only for that to become a tease as it quickly turned and slowly went in again.
I noticed once again the electrics came to life when reaching the maximum point buried in me. My cock responded heavily, peaking at that climax spot. Slowly it became a more steady stroke. It wasn’t easy, but so far I could handle both the depth and speed, though it was near my maximum already. That thought of two larger ones coming caused me to get even harder, watching the video as it slowly pounded me in and out several times. Every now and then I would feel a pat, spank or hand along my shoulder, some comforting as the electrics would spike while getting reamed.
One of them adjusted the speed slightly, now a little faster which was harder to deal with. The dildo was filling me up and now pounding hard enough to feel like it barely was going out, the speed not giving me much time to recover. After several pulses in and out, it began to slow down again, and slowly it stopped near exit. One of them fumbled it slowly out of my hole, instant relief, as I breathed and sighed deeply in my situation.
Watching on the screen, A put on another glove, slowly applying more lube to my hole, before walking out of frame and back in with the next size up; much more girth, ribbed veins in the dildo to act like a massive erect cock. Watching made me feel completely helpless as the tip alone was a lot to take, and slowly with tons of lube draping the dildo, A slowly worked it in until he stopped, then the machine was positioned to attach the base.
Once again they both left for a second with it hanging about halfway in me until slowly the inward motion started again. The girth was unreal, completely widening every part of me as it moved in. A slow insertion stopped from completely filling me up, but one of them noticed; slowly it worked backward before the mount was adjusted. Back in, and now, the stop point almost tapped the faux ball sac onto mine. I never thought I could take it, but now I was really all in. After leaving it at max insertion, both of them checked all the straps again, and someone stood in front of me rubbing my head and down to my shoulders as the machine cans back to life, a steady stroking which gradually increased speed.
The massive size of the dildo was quickly changing everything inside, stretching it to new widths, the size of the fake veins also rubbing and creating unique sensitivities. As before, once the dildo reached full stop, the electrics would pulse, this time much harder. So as the dildo would approach the point to completely stuff me, my cock was sent into full attention, playing with my head to enjoy it once stuffed. It wasn’t easy, and they continued to make it harder, as the speed was checked up to the next level.
I started to moan a little, the speed and size becoming a true challenge to handle. Every time I tried to move slightly, the straps would just basically send me back to the same spot, no relief from the steady inserting and backing out. Drooling, moaning, A and F just continued to watch, every now and then I would see them pop up on the stream to spank me, add some lube, or just walk around to admire my conundrum. More speed, more agony, more steady moaning to go with the stroking pattern. With such limited movement, the only relief I found was moving my hands in the arm binder pouch, which on the stream made me look so desperate.
The temporary spikes of electricity became harder as the speed continued to increase, to the point I started to breath heavily and letting out an occasional longer “grrrrmmpph” while taking the absolute pounding now, biting down on the gag and leaking drool everywhere. A and F both closed in behind me and smacked my ass hard a few times, laughing and talking back and forth for a moment, clearly admiring the situation they created. Mercifully, they noticed and heard my continued stress and began to back down the speed until finally the pulsating cock came to a stop.
They worked quickly to remove the dildo out, let me some relief with the gag out, and detached the electrics from my ultra-sensitive and rock-hard cock. It was the greatest relief, until I picked my head up and leaned to the side and remembered…still one more. “Oh god…ohhhh no.” As A picked up the final dildo, so thick and long, dark black. He smiled as he saw me leaned over, patting the dildo as he carried it over behind me.
Preparing for the insertion, things changed as both of them undid some straps and undid the armbinder, leaving some freedom to at last move. A voiced into his phone for a minute, then displayed it. “We give control for you, four minutes to cum, then cuff and hard again.” So I would have to force myself to potentially cum all to make it end. A began to wiggle the dildo tip slowly in before mounting it, while F was messing down under my cock, encasing it in an attachment, and then watching him go back and forth to affix a vibrator. At long last, I had some extra sensation to add.
It took them a while, but eventually A handed me a control with a knob on it. I slowly reached over and clicked it on with my left hand and slowly lifted myself slightly as I realized it controlled the speed. Like everything else, it became a tease as the vibrator was barely working, but I clicked the speed slightly of the dildo and realized it was tied to it electrically. The dildo was so fulfilling to the point I could almost feel the vein striations rubbing against me inside. Full insertion was overwhelming, squeezing me every way possible. Having to go slow wasn’t helping, my time was ticking, one minute already gone with barely a stroke done.
I put my face down and blindly turned the dial some more, the railing action now at a little tempo, causing me to breathe deeply as the speed and force caught me off guard. I took it and thankfully quickly adapted. The vibrator was noticeable now, making my cock extra excited. But…as two more minutes went by, I didn’t make any changes and was still just being teased on the verge. I gave it another click of speed, reaching a new level of railing while also trying to hump my hard, heavily lubed cock in the attachment. Still no luck, and before I knew it, the four minutes elapsed, and A pulled the switch away from me.
Slowly he knocked the speed back down and stopped it at full insertion. They didn’t mess around; I was cuffed, gagged and strapped down again. And now someone also pulled a blindfold over me, and one last strap across the top of my head, holding me completely flat down and no longer seeing the screen. Waiting with anticipation, the dildo began to move again, and slowly it was ramped back up to the same level, then beyond.
My hole was being railed so hard I wasn’t sure how much faster or harder was possible. All I was trying to do was cum, trying to focus but finding it so hard as I breathed heavily, drooled and tried to trash against my bonds but nowhere to move. In and out, pounded over and over. Until, finally the force reached a point with my cock where I completely exploded, grunting long and hard as my cock let everything out many times.
Finally the dildo was stopped and removed, as were my bonds. Led into another room, the aftercare began, but all I could focus on was that immense cock still hanging from that fuck machine, still drenched in lube and how the machine completely took me for the ride of a lifetime. We exchanged words through the translator, until finally A asked, “when do you do round 2?”
I looked at my travel calendar and found another date…a date with the machine and another challenge.