Monday, December 1, 2008

Shakeout – task 2: The machine

Warning: Can contain traces of cum. And it’s a quite brutal. Might not be everyone’s cup of tea…

Featured in this story: Ben and Vince (click for pictures)

Previous parts:
Meeting with the enemy
Task 1: The key

I looked at my watch. It was almost 7 p.m. “Fuck!”

My cameraman Chad was pacing the studio.

 “I told him to be here at half past six!” I said.

“Well, he isn’t here”, Chad mumbled.

“I know that”, I snapped. “Do you think we can make it to the warehouse in five minutes?”

Chad shook his head.

“Fuck!” I looked at my watch again. “We’ll be late.”

Suddenly, we heard footsteps on the stairs.

 “There he is”, I said quickly.

Chad and I raced down the stairs.

I almost ran into Ben who looked at me with a surprised expression on his face.

“Come on”, I shouted. “We’re late.”

Chad and I ran to the car.

“Come on!” I yelled, looking over my shoulder.

Ben rolled his eyes and followed us.

Chad entered on the driver’s side and started the car.

I sat down on the passenger seat.

“Fuck”, I mumbled. “He’s not gonna like that.”

Chad nodded.

“Hurry up!” I yelled.

Ben sat down in the back of the car.

As soon as his door was closed, Chad put the pedal to the metal.

“What’s the hurry?” Ben asked. The 20 year old jock was genuinely confused.

I hadn’t told him about the details. I had just told him that we needed his help. Reluctantly, Ben had agreed to come with us.

We were on our way to meet Warren, owner of a rival website,, that continued to worry us, luring members away from us and copying our videos. Warren had challenged us to a series of tasks. The loser would have to give up their business. He had given us no chance to say no.

Last week, we had seen the first task. Warren had scored a point for his website. One of his models had managed to fish a key out of a bowl of Bengay with his hard cock.

Today, it was our turn.

Just like last week, Warren had sent me an email. “Warehouse. 7 p.m. Bring a model.”

In the car, I told Ben about the situation, leaving out anything that might make him change his mind at the last minute.

“You have balls of steel, Ben”, I said, hoping I sounded convincing enough. “You are strong and you are smart. You’re the right person to help us!”

Ben grinned. “I’m your 007, right? I always figured I was a bit like James Bond. Quantum of---well, whatever the name of that movie was…”

“You’ll have to win this thing for us or we’re fucked”, I said, sighing.

Ben grinned. “No problem. Don’t worry.”

I smiled weakly.

In front of the warehouse, Chad stopped the car.

“Five minutes late”, he mumbled. “Go inside, I’ll park the car.”

I nodded and we ran across the street.

We were both out of breath when I opened the door to the first floor of the warehouse.

Warren was standing in the middle of the room, smirking at us. “You’re late again, boy. I was this close to giving the point to us…” He was in his early thirties, tall and muscular, with black hair and dark eyes.

I nodded, breathing heavily. “Sorry. We’ll be on time next week…”

Warren looked at Ben.

Ben grinned. “Hi, I’m Ben.”

Warren chuckled and turned away.

I spotted Vince in a shadow at the other side of the large room. There were a couple of light bulbs, not enough to illuminate the room.

Vince was a skilled technician, hired by Warren to invent the tasts that our models had to solve.

“Hi”, Vince said in a low voice.

I smiled at him.

“You finished?” Warren barked at Vince.

Vince nodded.

“Good”, Warren said. “Then we’ll---“

The door opened and Chad entered the room, panting heavily. “Sorry”, he said, gasping for air.

Warren looked at him and chuckled derisively. “You brought your lover…”

“Chad is my cameraman”, I said. “He’s not---“

“I know who he is”, Warren interrupted me. “Shut up!”

I nodded.

“Strip”, Warren said, turning to Ben.

Ben’s jaw dropped. “But I---“

“Now”, Warren added. He smirked at Ben. “Please…”

Ben looked at me.

I smiled encouragingly.

Ben nodded and slowly took off his clothes until he was wearing only his socks and his boxer briefs.

Warren looked him in the eyes.

Quickly, Ben took off his underwear and bit his lower lip.

“Alright”, Warren said. “Vince. Let’s go.”

Vince was standing next to a wooden pallet with a couple of steel pipes attached to it. He looked at Ben and said, “Come here, please.”

Ben hesitated. “What are you---“

“Get your ass over there”, Warren barked.

Ben nodded and lay down on the pallet.

The rest of us watched as Vince put on a pair of white rubber gloves. He lifted Ben’s legs one at a time and fastened them to the steel pipes so that they were forming a V. His ass was resting near the egde of the pallet, his fat, flaccid cock and his plump balls were on full display.

Warren looked at Ben’s crotch and smirked. “You couldn’t find a model with decent-sized balls?”

Ben blushed. “Hey! No need to be---“

“Oh, shut up”, Warren said casually, while Vince tied a thick rope around Ben’s chest, tying him to the pallet.

Then he turned around and wheeled a strange looking apparatus around the pallet, placing it right between Ben’s spread legs.

Ben lifted his head and stared at the machine.

Vince tightened a couple of screws and fixed the brakes on the tiny wheels. Then he reached into a box and produced a giant, skin-colored dildo.

Ben paled. “Wait a minute… I… Wait a minute!”

Vince ignored him and attached the dildo to the machine, lining it up with Ben’s pink asshole. The dildo was only inches away from it, and Ben shifted uncomfortably.

Ben cleared his throat. “What are you doing?”, he said with a panicked voice as Vince reached into the box again. “Hey! I won’t do it! Let me out!” He writhed and struggled against his restraints.

“Ben”, I said slowly, walking towards him. “I---“

“Shut your mouth, for fuck’s sake”, Warren shouted.

I bit my lower lip and smiled weakly.

Ben was trying to get out of his position, squirming and panting, the muscles all over his body flexing.

Vince waited till Ben had given up, breathing heavily, his naked body glistening with sweat. Then he grabbed Ben’s limp dick and jerked it a couple of times with his gloved hand until it was hard. Then he inserted it into a cylinder made of glass or clear plastic and tied the cylinder to Ben’s body.

Vince looked at Warren and me and nodded. “I’m ready.”

Warren grinned. “Okay”, he said. “Explain it to us. It looks… intriguing…”

Vince smiled. “Well, it’s easy.” He pointed at the dildo. “As soon as I start the machine, it will move in his direction. It takes, well, about five minutes till it enters the hole. To stop it, he has to ejaculate into the cylinder. As soon as there’s a sufficient amount of liquid in it, the machine stops.”

“But I can’t touch my cock!” Ben mumbled, looking at his cock inside the glass cylinder.

Vince nodded. “That’s the point.”

Ben stared at him.

“You can touch your balls... I guess you’ll figure out a way to bring yourself to orgasm”, Vince said, smiling weakly.

Warren chuckled. “Nice”, he said.

“If he manages to reach orgasm before the machine enters his hole, it’s a point for Alex. If he doesn’t, it’s a point for Warren”, Vince said. “Ready to start?”

“Wait!” Ben screamed. “Please, don’t---“

“Start!” Warren interrupted him, grinning mischievously.

Vince nodded and switched a button on the machine. The engine started running, making a lot of noise, sputtering and screeching. The dildo was vibrating, dangerously close to Ben’s virgin asshole.

Ben looked down his body, eyeing the dildo with terror in his eyes. “Fuck!” he screamed, his hands trying to free his legs. But there was no chance for him to free himself. “Fuck!”

Warren watched him, chuckling.

I turned to Chad and whispered, “This is torture!”

Chad nodded.

“We can’t go through with this!” I mumbled.

Chad looked at Ben. “He is strong. He’ll pull it off…”

I grimaced. “I don’t know…”

Suddenly, the machine died.

All of us watched looked at it.

Ben’s eyes filled with hope.

“Sorry”, Vince said, looking at the apparatus. He examined it for a couple of seconds.

“What’s wrong?” Warren said impatiently.

Vince lifted his hand and slammed his palm down on the machine, causing it to restart with a screeching sound. The engine was running again, bringing the dildo closer and closer to Ben’s hole.

Ben screamed.

“Focus on your nuts!” Chad yelled.

Ben turned his head in Chad’s direction.

“What are you doing?” I hissed.

“I’m helping him”, Chad said, “he’ll get fucked if we don’t help him.” He raised his voice and shouted, “Bust your nuts! You have to shoot your load!”

“Fuck”, Ben whimpered. He tentatively grabbed his balls, looking down his body and whimpering at the prospect of having to crunch his own nuts to keep his hole from being violated.

He squeezed his balls lightly with his right hand.

“Harder!” Chad shouted. “You have to squeeze the cum out of them!”

Ben whimpered in a low voice, almost inaudibile because of the noise of the engine that was filling the room, “I can’t!”

“You have to!” Chad screamed. “Come on!” He turned to me and mouthed, “Motivation!”

I nodded. “Come on, Ben, bust your nuts!”

Chad nodded.

“You can do it!” I yelled.

“Focus on your balls!” Chad chimed in.

Ben whimpered and looked at his crotch. His fat cock was rock hard inside the cylinder. The dildo was coming closer and closer, almost touching his hole.

Ben inhaled sharply and closed his eyes. He held his nuts in his hands and started squeezing.

“Yes!” Chad shouted. “Yes! Squeeze harder!”

“Squeeze the cum out of your nuts!” I yelled.

Ben’s face contorted as he squeezed his big balls with both of his hands. He opened his eyes and squinted at his dick. It twitched once, making Ben’s face light up.

“Come on!” I screamed. “Quick!”

“Punch them!” Chad shouted. “Punch them hard!”

Ben whimpered and balled his right fist. He held the palm of his left hand under his balls, holding them in place. Then he sent his fist crashing into his own balls. His knuckles flattened his nuts against his palm, and he screamed from the top of his lungs.

“Yes!” Chad shouted. “Do it again!”

The dildo was touching Ben’s pink hole now.

“Fuck!” Ben screamed.

“Do it again!” Chad shouted.

Ben let out a guttural growl and punched his nuts once again.

“Fuck!” he shrieked as the pain hit him.

“Come on!” Chad and I screamed in unison.

Ben’s eyes filled with tears. The dildo was pressing against his hole.

With all the force he could muster, Ben delivered a series of hard punches to his own balls, squashing them between his fist and his palm again and again.

“Yes!” Chad yelled. “Harder!”

Ben’s dick started twitching.

The dildo was pressing against his hole, trying to penetrate him, with the engine roaring and causing the massive sex toy to move forward without mercy.

“Fuck!” Ben yelled, while he was punching his balls, his face red and sweaty, his eyes filled with tears.

All of a sudden, the machine stopped.

Ben stared at his crotch. “Did I cum? Did I---“

“Sorry”, Vince mumbled. “There seems to be a slack joint somewhere…” He slammed his hand down onto the machine, causing it to restart.

“Fuck!” Ben wailed.

The machine screeched and jumped forward.

Ben’s body convulsed as the dildo entered his hole, slipping into it surprisingly easily.

Chad and I inhaled sharply.

Ben was screaming from the top of his lungs as the vibrating dildo penetrated his hole, slipping into it until it couldn’t go any further.

Ben’s cock was rock hard, throbbing and twitching inside the clear cylinder.

“Stop it!” I yelled. “Switch it off, goddamn!”

Vince nodded and walked over to the machine.

At the same time, Ben’s cock erupted with a geyser of thick, creamy spunk that hit the top of the cylinder with a splash. Jet after jet of hot jizz flooded the cylinder, coating the sides and drowning Ben’s cock, while Ben was screaming and wailing in pain.

Vince switched the machine off and maneuvered the slick dildo out of Ben’s hole while Ben’s cock was spurting load after load of white, creamy spunk into the cylinder.

Finally, Ben’s orgasm subsided. Instead of coming out in thick spurts, his cum oozed out the tip of his dick. Ben was moaning and groaning, his balls red and swollen, his hole gaping open.

His naked, muscular body was covered in sweat.

I stared at Vince.

“Sorry”, he said, smiling sheepishly. “I guess there’s something wrong with the machine. It won’t happen again. I promise.”

I rolled my eyes and walked over to Ben. I pulled the cylinder off of his cock, causing a flood wave of cum to run all over his agonized balls, dripping down between his legs over his gaping hole.

Ben whimpered.

I grimaced and freed him of his constraints, allowing him to curl up in a ball on the pallet, moaning in pain.

“That’s another point for me”, Warren said, a satisfied smile on his face.

I frowned at him. “But---“

“Vince”, Warren interrupted me. “Tell him.”

Vince scratched his head. “Well, I’m sorry, Alex, you lost the moment that his hole was penetrated.”

I inhaled sharply.

Warren shrugged. “Those are the rules…”

Chad was talking to Ben, cleaning his body with a dirty rag that he had found lying on the ground.

“Good luck next week”, Warren grinned. “Bring a model. We’ll be having a face-to-face contest, right, Vince?”

Vince nodded.

Warren smirked, “Though I guess you don’t stand a chance against us…”

I shook my head and turned to Ben.

Chad had helped him get dressed, and we left the building a couple of minutes later.

Ben limped between Chad and me, grimacing in pain.

“Thanks for trying”, I said in low voice before we entered the car.

Ben groaned. “I did my the best I could.”

I smiled at him, “I know.”


Anonymous said...

Creative Alex but didn't get me hard.

Alex said...

Thanks for your feedback. I'll try harder next time... :-)))

Anonymous said...

@Anonymous: Ugh, what a hater.

Great chapter Alex, loved the tension and the thrill. I like the new dimensions you're bringing into your stories.

Alex said...

Thanks, JP. I didn't take Anonymous' comment as contempuous. I guess I just didn't hit his nerve with this one... :-)

Anonymous said...

Maybe you can have a story where David goes along, and when Warren tries barking rude commands at him, David just ignores him or snaps back at him, and when Warren approaches David, David busts Warren hard. It's weird, I usually hate David stories, but if you did that I think I'd like. (Because what are douche bags for if not abusing other douche bags)

Alex said...

That's a great idea, guy787970! I'll think about it! I don't know how I'll do it, but I'm sure I'll find a way... It might take a little time, though... :-))

Carter said...

This is really showing off your creativity! Love how it adds some variety to the standard busting

Alex said...

Thank you, Carter! Yes, this story is very different from my usual work. I'm glad you like it!