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Sometimes Gortash envied his own genius. Currently he sat in casual clothes in front of a newly fashioned machine, its purpose likely unknown to anyone but him. The mechanism was simple, it thrusted an attachment back and forth at varying speeds depending on what command words were spoken. It came complete with restraints to prevent its victim from pulling away, forcing them to be bludgeoned, stabbed, or sliced repeatedly. Gortash intended to test his newly fashioned machine on none other than himself because, of course, the reason the machine was made was to satisfy an itch he needed scratched.
Gortash had always loathed the thought of being beneath someone else during intercourse, of being dominated, subjected to penetration, and yet… And yet, he craved the feeling of a hot, hard length pounding into him. He'd tried to replicate the feeling with toys, eventually even going so far as to hire someone to satisfy his perverted urge, but his pride wouldn't allow it, and toys never felt the same. It was still his hands moving them, thrusting them into his guts. He was still far too in control. So, he thought to himself, what was a pent up artificer to to other than create a machine meant to pleasure, to fuck him without the need for another person? He could get all the pleasure and euphoria of being fucked within an inch of his life with none of that horrible, sickening vulnerability and submission. It was, truly, the perfect solution.
Fastening a long, thick, veiny dildo onto the machine’s arm, he swiftly coated it in copious amounts of lubricant. His mind immediately wandered to how it would feel inside him, the bumps of the veins rubbing against his insides, its thick head spearing his guts… Slipping off his trousers and breeches and setting them on the nearby table, he laid down on the surface in front of the machine and began eagerly fingering himself open. Drizzling lube onto his fingers he worked one finger past his entrance, then two, quickly scissoring himself open and forcing the muscles in his ass to relax. He could feel his cock begin to harden in interest, the occasional brief touches on his prostate quickly working him up.
Once he was satisfied with his preparation, he turned over and got on his hands and knees, crawling backwards to line up his hole with the toy on the machine. He pressed his ass back into it, the head putting pressure on his entrance, begging to be shoved inside. Groaning with anticipation, he muttered the command word for the magical restraints. Instantly, he felt his hips and legs get locked in place, the knowledge that he'd now be unable to stop the machine from penetrating him, from ravishing him once he started it sending a wave of arousal to his cock. Bracing himself, he repeated the command word to start the machine on its lowest setting.
Instantly, Enver heard the whirring of the mechanisms and the pressure as the machine shoved the dildo into his hole. He felt his mouth drop open, the feeling better than he could have ever imagined. The thick object was pressing so, so deep, its head bullying its way into him with no regard for his body’s complaints. As it pulled back out he let out a long, wanton moan, it couldn't shove itself back in fast enough. He tried to grind backwards into it, trying to shove it further inside of him, but the restraints prevented his attempts. Craving more after just a few thrusts, he moaned out the command word for the second speed.
Again the sounds of machinery picked up, this time faster than the last. The effects on his body were immediate, the feeling of the thick, textured cock slamming into him faster than before quickly causing him to pant, heat pooling in his crotch. Wriggling slightly in the restraints, Gortash let out a long, needy cry as he found the perfect angle, the bulbous head of the cock stimulating his prostate every time it forced its way inside of him. He could feel hot drops of precum begin to dribble out of his cock, his member begging and aching, craving the same stimulation the machine was providing his ass. His thoughts were painfully scattered, the friction rubbing against his walls and the feeling of getting pounded into not letting him think straight enough to properly pleasure himself. The command word for the final speed was whimpered out of his lips as he let his body go limp and let the machine fuck him into euphoria.
The second the machine picked up speed, Gortash saw spots begin to cloud his vision. It felt as if his ass was getting pounded by a jackhammer, the machine rearranging his insides in a way he never thought could be survivable, in a way he never knew could feel so good. The hard, fast thrusts felt like they were reshaping his ass, forcing his hole to conform, to take more, to give him more pleasure. It felt as though he could feel every artificial vein dragging along his walls, the sensations causing him to shiver and whimper, he couldn’t even manage a moan. He could feel his jaw go slack, drool pouring out of his mouth as the heat in his core became overwhelming. The machine relentlessly fucked him through his high, his red, untouched cock spurting out seed with every thrust. Eventually, when the stimulation began to become painful and his cock was completely flaccid, Gortash breathed out the command word for the restraints to fall off and the penetration to cease.
His entire body was limp, limbs shaky and heavy as he dragged himself off of the dildo. His hole fluttered around nothing at the loss as if his body was begging for more, for the cock that bullied and reformed his insides to become a permanent part of him. The itch had been scratched, yes, but he quickly realized how much he craved to feel those sensations again, to push himself further into the realm of pleasure. As he laid there, basking in the afterglow, he considered whether or not it would be too ambitious to create a more… Girthy model for next time.