Sex Machine
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Fantasy & Science Fiction › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
24,633
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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this is a work of fiction, and any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental
Sex Machine
The advert in the newspaper had been for a scientist’s assistant, and Jack had jumped at the chance of such an interesting sounding job. He could just imagine it, days spent mixing chemicals in test tubes, building complex machinery, and learning of new and amazing advances in science! He put on his best outfit and headed straight for the scientist’s residence, stated in the advert, where hopefully he would be granted an interview. There were two other boys in the waiting room when he got there. One, tall and lanky, the other short, and ridiculously young in Jacks opinion. Surely he, 19 years of age, could win this job over a boy in his early teens? The other two boys had their interviews first, and both left with moody, disappointed looks on their face. Full of excitement and fear, Jack stepped into the study of the scientist.
His name was Doctor Pewter, he was well build, and bordering on fat, with a little round face. He raised an eyebrow when Jack came in and stared at him, a smirk flickered across his face and he stood up enthusiastically and walked across the room. He asked Jack his name, age and job history and Jack obediently gabbled on while the man circled him, inspecting him as though he were meat at a market. Jack found this inspection rather awkward and somewhat rude, but then the scientist calmly explained that he needed somebody strong and muscular for the assistants job, and that he had to be sure that he was suitable. He reached out and grabbed Jacks upper arm, squeezing the muscles. “oh yes, you’re very strong. You’ll be perfect. Oh yes. Perfect.” Jack cleared his throat uncomfortably and waited for Doctor Pewter to release his arm.
There was something a bit creepy about the man, Jack thought, although he couldn’t quite figure out what. The scientist looked him up and down once more then smiled broadly at him. “When can you start?” Jack was taken off guard and gasped in surprise. All his suspicions of the man were forgotten at the sudden realisation and excitement at having got the job. Doctor Pewter grinned at the boy's astonishment. “Why don’t I show you around right now?” Doctor Pewter asked eagerly, “Come, towards this door.” Jack found himself being steered out of the room and down a narrow corridor. “ Oh yes, you’re far better than either of those other boys. Much more handsome and manly!” Doctor Pewter laughed to himself while Jack merely wondered what he was going on about and put it down to the scientist being eccentric and a little bit mad, as many scientists were as far as Jack was led to believe.
They started down some stairs, Jack first, with Doctor Pewter behind him. Very closely behind him, Jack noted. The scientist’s hand appeared on Jacks shoulder as he told him to be careful descending these old stairs. Another hand appeared on his other shoulder and Jack guessed that he was trying to steady him as he walked down these steep steps.
The room they emerged into took Jacks breath away. He stared around him in amazement at the wide, spacious room. Bottles and jars lined the walls, a multitude of tools filled boxes, books lined shelves, and benches and tables were covered in experiments, machines and blueprints. But Jacks eyes were held by the enormous, strange machine in the centre of everything. Light shone off metal panels, levers and buttons, while chains and wires swung gently. Decorative patterns were etched into the metal, surrounded by gauges, and pipes. Gears and cogs gleamed in the light. Jack sighed in wonder at the impressive machine before him. He jumped slightly, as he was pulled out of his reverie by the pressure of Doctor Pewter’s body against his back and felt his breath against his ear. He could almost hear the smirk in the mans voice as he whispered, “Just wait till you see it in action.” The man quickly slung his arm across Jack’s stomach, even as he tried to pull away, and pressed their bodies tighter together. Jack yelped as he felt the man's obvious arousal pressed tightly against his buttocks. Another arm looped itself around him and a hand containing a chemical-soaked-cloth clamped itself across his mouth and nose. He breathed in the dizzying fumes and felt his body weaken as his knees gave way. The cloth slipped away from his face as he slipped to the floor. Jack tried to keep his grip on reality but he could feel himself loosing it. Doctor Pewter jumped on him like a mad thing and Jack tried to push him away with pathetic weakness. He felt his shirt being ripped off, as the scientist’s clammy excited hands groped across his skin. Jack let out a terrified cry as he felt his trousers and underwear being pulled off. The cloth was pressed over his face once again and the sickening smell returned. He heard the slobbering, hungry, panting laughs of Doctor Pewter as he lost consciousness.
The first thing he was aware of was cold, and then the realisation that he was completely naked. He opened his eyes wide as he remembered what had been happening and found himself tied, chained and utterly trapped in this machine that stood proudly in the scientists cellar. Metal bars and panels pressed coldly against his chilled skin as leather straps and tight chains held him securely in place. Panic gripped him and he instantly began to try to struggle free, but with no success. His heart sank as he heard clicking from the machine as cogs started spinning and the machine burst into life. The inner workings of the machine started whirring and he realised he’d switched the machine on with all his struggling. He looked desperately about him and saw Doctor Pewter on a chair fast asleep and Jack wondered how long the scientist had been waiting for him to wake up. Suddenly Jack’s body was jerked forward as the machine started to move him. It pushed him forwards, inch by inch, until his stomach and chest were pressed against a metal ledge. His body was manipulated again, and shifted forward some more and he stifled a cry as he felt his penis being pushed into some kind of tight glass tubing. It was impossible to reposition himself in this machine unless the machine itself wanted him too and he found himself stuck in this humiliating position. He could feel his cheeks reddening in shame and he chanced a glance at the still sleeping scientist. Dread filled him at the thought of him waking and watching him being used by this machine, he prayed that he would be able to free himself from this metal prison before the scientist awoke. He looked down at the contraption that had his penis in its grasp. Clear glass showed his pink member as it started hardening inside the tightness of the glass tube. A pump seemed to be attached to the machine and it started humming as it powered up. Something within the tubing, pressing against a spring started moving back and forth, creating delicate pressure upon him. He gritted his teeth, trying to keep quiet under the onslaught of pleasure. He closed his eyes as tight as he could, tears dripping down his cheeks as the emotions of shame and embarrassment were numbed by the pure pleasure.
The sound of a chair crashing over to the ground brought Jack's eyes back to Doctor Pewter. He had woken up and as he’d rushed to his feet he had knocked over his chair. He staggered over to the machine and stared in wonder at the show before him. Utterly speechless Doctor Pewter gave out a cry of joy and reached out a shaking hand to caress the smooth curve of Jack’s rump. “It worked, it worked! Finally!” his words streamed out in a frenzy, “And you’re beautiful, so beautiful! I’m glad I chose you! I want to watch! I want to see everything it does to you!”
Jack screamed in a wild panic, “Get off me! Get off now!” He tried to wriggle away from the possessive hand on his butt-cheek to no avail. Fresh sobs poured from him, “Let me go! Get me off this thing! Please, I beg you!”
“Shhh! It‘s okay.” The scientist whispered as he clamped a silencing hand across the boys mouth. He started to laugh, as a cruel grin widened across his face. “It feels good doesn’t it? Oh yes, you like it, I can see you like it.” He stared at Jack’s cock through its glass prison, hard and big. Doctor Pewter sniggered to himself and rubbed Jack’s ass. His sensitive skin tingled with the touch and only added to his ever increasing state of arousal. His penis was still being pumped hard and fast and the thought of cumming in front of this evil man, on this machine, filled him with shame and anger. He tried to bite the scientist’s hand, it was one of the only things he was capable of doing whilst tied up like this. Doctor Pewter pulled his hand away and a fresh stream of abuse and insults poured from Jacks mouth. The scientist shook his head and tutted then pressed a button on the machine. A shining tube of metal decorated with patterns, moved up and forced its way into Jacks mouth, stifling the shouts and curses.
Doctor Pewter stared in admiration at the silenced boy, and continued to rub his hands across Jack’s vulnerable, naked skin, moving his fingers across his back, to his hair and his face. Jack could hear Doctor Pewter’s deep lusty breathing over the whirring and clanking of the machine and he closed his eyes and tried to block it out.
Doctor Pewter licked his lips and held onto a lever, he pulled it down slightly and Jack was shocked to find pressure between his butt-cheeks. The scientist continued to pull down the lever and the pressure between Jacks buttocks increased until it began to slowly slip inside of him. Jack tried to scream but the sound was muffled by the contraption in his mouth. He tried to tell himself that it hurt, that he hated it, but the truth was it felt good. It began to vibrate inside of him and a long moan built up in his throat. He hoped the scientist hadn’t noticed how much he enjoyed it, but he knew that he would.
Doctor Pewter was at the side of his face again. Jack could feel his breath against his skin, “Jack. Please. Cum for me. Cum right now. I know you’re close.” He pressed his fingers against Jack’s red, blushing cheeks as the boy whimpered around his mouth piece. He was close. Painfully close.
He could hear the desperate need in the scientists voice. He was still fully clothed. His clothing dishevelled, his skin sweaty and hot. His whole body was shaking with the intense arousal that had built up in him, which he hadn‘t yet allowed himself to release.
“I’m going to make you cum now. I‘m going to pull the final lever.” He muttered breathily, into his ear, reaching down for said lever but never taking his eyes off the boy.
Doctor Pewter was shivering as he gripped the lever, his face red and sweaty, his breath short and panting, his eyes fixed on the boy trapped within the machine. He forced his shaking hand down into his own trousers as he pulled down the lever, sending the machine into overdrive. Jack cried out, so loudly, and so desperately, that it could still be heard despite the phallic device in his mouth. He bit into it, hard, as the wave of ecstasy washed over him. Next to him he could hear Doctor Pewter panting, he was doubled over, one hand braced on the machine, and the other hand working frantically in his pants.
It was clear to Jack after the aforementioned events that the cum that he dispensed into the glass tube was quickly rushed away into a series of pipes. He had wondered what the machine was built for, could it be a milking station? Was Doctor Pewter collecting cum for some kind of insane, evil experiment? But no, it was nothing anywhere near as dramatic. He just merely liked to watch men being forced to cum by machines, and, well, the machine was precious and delicate. He could hardly stand for getting cum in the workings. Therefore it was only for boring practical reasons - to keep the rest of the machine clean. But you can pretend that he’s collecting cum to build a race of hot sex-crazed clockwork half-humans if you like. That’s more exciting.
The end.
~~~
Artworks to go with the story -
http://yaoi.y-gallery.net/view/486777/
http://yaoi.y-gallery.net/view/488734/
http://yaoi.y-gallery.net/view/554691/
http://yaoi.y-gallery.net/view/556074/
-images only visable if you have a Y!Gallery account coz theyre mature ;)
His name was Doctor Pewter, he was well build, and bordering on fat, with a little round face. He raised an eyebrow when Jack came in and stared at him, a smirk flickered across his face and he stood up enthusiastically and walked across the room. He asked Jack his name, age and job history and Jack obediently gabbled on while the man circled him, inspecting him as though he were meat at a market. Jack found this inspection rather awkward and somewhat rude, but then the scientist calmly explained that he needed somebody strong and muscular for the assistants job, and that he had to be sure that he was suitable. He reached out and grabbed Jacks upper arm, squeezing the muscles. “oh yes, you’re very strong. You’ll be perfect. Oh yes. Perfect.” Jack cleared his throat uncomfortably and waited for Doctor Pewter to release his arm.
There was something a bit creepy about the man, Jack thought, although he couldn’t quite figure out what. The scientist looked him up and down once more then smiled broadly at him. “When can you start?” Jack was taken off guard and gasped in surprise. All his suspicions of the man were forgotten at the sudden realisation and excitement at having got the job. Doctor Pewter grinned at the boy's astonishment. “Why don’t I show you around right now?” Doctor Pewter asked eagerly, “Come, towards this door.” Jack found himself being steered out of the room and down a narrow corridor. “ Oh yes, you’re far better than either of those other boys. Much more handsome and manly!” Doctor Pewter laughed to himself while Jack merely wondered what he was going on about and put it down to the scientist being eccentric and a little bit mad, as many scientists were as far as Jack was led to believe.
They started down some stairs, Jack first, with Doctor Pewter behind him. Very closely behind him, Jack noted. The scientist’s hand appeared on Jacks shoulder as he told him to be careful descending these old stairs. Another hand appeared on his other shoulder and Jack guessed that he was trying to steady him as he walked down these steep steps.
The room they emerged into took Jacks breath away. He stared around him in amazement at the wide, spacious room. Bottles and jars lined the walls, a multitude of tools filled boxes, books lined shelves, and benches and tables were covered in experiments, machines and blueprints. But Jacks eyes were held by the enormous, strange machine in the centre of everything. Light shone off metal panels, levers and buttons, while chains and wires swung gently. Decorative patterns were etched into the metal, surrounded by gauges, and pipes. Gears and cogs gleamed in the light. Jack sighed in wonder at the impressive machine before him. He jumped slightly, as he was pulled out of his reverie by the pressure of Doctor Pewter’s body against his back and felt his breath against his ear. He could almost hear the smirk in the mans voice as he whispered, “Just wait till you see it in action.” The man quickly slung his arm across Jack’s stomach, even as he tried to pull away, and pressed their bodies tighter together. Jack yelped as he felt the man's obvious arousal pressed tightly against his buttocks. Another arm looped itself around him and a hand containing a chemical-soaked-cloth clamped itself across his mouth and nose. He breathed in the dizzying fumes and felt his body weaken as his knees gave way. The cloth slipped away from his face as he slipped to the floor. Jack tried to keep his grip on reality but he could feel himself loosing it. Doctor Pewter jumped on him like a mad thing and Jack tried to push him away with pathetic weakness. He felt his shirt being ripped off, as the scientist’s clammy excited hands groped across his skin. Jack let out a terrified cry as he felt his trousers and underwear being pulled off. The cloth was pressed over his face once again and the sickening smell returned. He heard the slobbering, hungry, panting laughs of Doctor Pewter as he lost consciousness.
The first thing he was aware of was cold, and then the realisation that he was completely naked. He opened his eyes wide as he remembered what had been happening and found himself tied, chained and utterly trapped in this machine that stood proudly in the scientists cellar. Metal bars and panels pressed coldly against his chilled skin as leather straps and tight chains held him securely in place. Panic gripped him and he instantly began to try to struggle free, but with no success. His heart sank as he heard clicking from the machine as cogs started spinning and the machine burst into life. The inner workings of the machine started whirring and he realised he’d switched the machine on with all his struggling. He looked desperately about him and saw Doctor Pewter on a chair fast asleep and Jack wondered how long the scientist had been waiting for him to wake up. Suddenly Jack’s body was jerked forward as the machine started to move him. It pushed him forwards, inch by inch, until his stomach and chest were pressed against a metal ledge. His body was manipulated again, and shifted forward some more and he stifled a cry as he felt his penis being pushed into some kind of tight glass tubing. It was impossible to reposition himself in this machine unless the machine itself wanted him too and he found himself stuck in this humiliating position. He could feel his cheeks reddening in shame and he chanced a glance at the still sleeping scientist. Dread filled him at the thought of him waking and watching him being used by this machine, he prayed that he would be able to free himself from this metal prison before the scientist awoke. He looked down at the contraption that had his penis in its grasp. Clear glass showed his pink member as it started hardening inside the tightness of the glass tube. A pump seemed to be attached to the machine and it started humming as it powered up. Something within the tubing, pressing against a spring started moving back and forth, creating delicate pressure upon him. He gritted his teeth, trying to keep quiet under the onslaught of pleasure. He closed his eyes as tight as he could, tears dripping down his cheeks as the emotions of shame and embarrassment were numbed by the pure pleasure.
The sound of a chair crashing over to the ground brought Jack's eyes back to Doctor Pewter. He had woken up and as he’d rushed to his feet he had knocked over his chair. He staggered over to the machine and stared in wonder at the show before him. Utterly speechless Doctor Pewter gave out a cry of joy and reached out a shaking hand to caress the smooth curve of Jack’s rump. “It worked, it worked! Finally!” his words streamed out in a frenzy, “And you’re beautiful, so beautiful! I’m glad I chose you! I want to watch! I want to see everything it does to you!”
Jack screamed in a wild panic, “Get off me! Get off now!” He tried to wriggle away from the possessive hand on his butt-cheek to no avail. Fresh sobs poured from him, “Let me go! Get me off this thing! Please, I beg you!”
“Shhh! It‘s okay.” The scientist whispered as he clamped a silencing hand across the boys mouth. He started to laugh, as a cruel grin widened across his face. “It feels good doesn’t it? Oh yes, you like it, I can see you like it.” He stared at Jack’s cock through its glass prison, hard and big. Doctor Pewter sniggered to himself and rubbed Jack’s ass. His sensitive skin tingled with the touch and only added to his ever increasing state of arousal. His penis was still being pumped hard and fast and the thought of cumming in front of this evil man, on this machine, filled him with shame and anger. He tried to bite the scientist’s hand, it was one of the only things he was capable of doing whilst tied up like this. Doctor Pewter pulled his hand away and a fresh stream of abuse and insults poured from Jacks mouth. The scientist shook his head and tutted then pressed a button on the machine. A shining tube of metal decorated with patterns, moved up and forced its way into Jacks mouth, stifling the shouts and curses.
Doctor Pewter stared in admiration at the silenced boy, and continued to rub his hands across Jack’s vulnerable, naked skin, moving his fingers across his back, to his hair and his face. Jack could hear Doctor Pewter’s deep lusty breathing over the whirring and clanking of the machine and he closed his eyes and tried to block it out.
Doctor Pewter licked his lips and held onto a lever, he pulled it down slightly and Jack was shocked to find pressure between his butt-cheeks. The scientist continued to pull down the lever and the pressure between Jacks buttocks increased until it began to slowly slip inside of him. Jack tried to scream but the sound was muffled by the contraption in his mouth. He tried to tell himself that it hurt, that he hated it, but the truth was it felt good. It began to vibrate inside of him and a long moan built up in his throat. He hoped the scientist hadn’t noticed how much he enjoyed it, but he knew that he would.
Doctor Pewter was at the side of his face again. Jack could feel his breath against his skin, “Jack. Please. Cum for me. Cum right now. I know you’re close.” He pressed his fingers against Jack’s red, blushing cheeks as the boy whimpered around his mouth piece. He was close. Painfully close.
He could hear the desperate need in the scientists voice. He was still fully clothed. His clothing dishevelled, his skin sweaty and hot. His whole body was shaking with the intense arousal that had built up in him, which he hadn‘t yet allowed himself to release.
“I’m going to make you cum now. I‘m going to pull the final lever.” He muttered breathily, into his ear, reaching down for said lever but never taking his eyes off the boy.
Doctor Pewter was shivering as he gripped the lever, his face red and sweaty, his breath short and panting, his eyes fixed on the boy trapped within the machine. He forced his shaking hand down into his own trousers as he pulled down the lever, sending the machine into overdrive. Jack cried out, so loudly, and so desperately, that it could still be heard despite the phallic device in his mouth. He bit into it, hard, as the wave of ecstasy washed over him. Next to him he could hear Doctor Pewter panting, he was doubled over, one hand braced on the machine, and the other hand working frantically in his pants.
It was clear to Jack after the aforementioned events that the cum that he dispensed into the glass tube was quickly rushed away into a series of pipes. He had wondered what the machine was built for, could it be a milking station? Was Doctor Pewter collecting cum for some kind of insane, evil experiment? But no, it was nothing anywhere near as dramatic. He just merely liked to watch men being forced to cum by machines, and, well, the machine was precious and delicate. He could hardly stand for getting cum in the workings. Therefore it was only for boring practical reasons - to keep the rest of the machine clean. But you can pretend that he’s collecting cum to build a race of hot sex-crazed clockwork half-humans if you like. That’s more exciting.
The end.
~~~
Artworks to go with the story -
http://yaoi.y-gallery.net/view/486777/
http://yaoi.y-gallery.net/view/488734/
http://yaoi.y-gallery.net/view/554691/
http://yaoi.y-gallery.net/view/556074/
-images only visable if you have a Y!Gallery account coz theyre mature ;)