I used to hear it in the night; creaking, groaning. I knew it was waiting for me. It was only a matter of time before it would take me, and break me. My master would make it call to me, he would make it tick, click, shriek, groan. Scream. I would wait in my cell, shivering. Not from the cold; my rubber suit kept me warm. No, it was the fear and anticipation. My master was creating a Frankenstein, and I was to be his bride. Nightly, I wait there sweating out my mutating dread. Clank, bang, crack, roar. It drove me mad. My nightmares were the only glimpses of this beast that I was permitted. Master would take me into his studio to use me, but I wasn’t allowed anywhere else.

Tonight was the night, he had told me. I was to meet the monster. The keys jingled as he unlocked the door to my cell. I was to sit on the floor until master had strapped on my leash. Failure to obey would result in punishment. Once I felt the click of the leash, I dashed out into the open room.

I looked up at master from the floor. Black garters that bit into a pair of fishnet stockings met his knee-high stilettos. I could see his hardon pressing against his silken panties he wore. A small bead of pre-cum darkened its way through the material.

“This way,” he said, and I followed him on my hands and knees. The hallway was dark that led into the room where he had been spending so much of his time. I crouched behind him as he tied my leash to a post just inside the door. He went across the room to the source of an electric hum. A grimy fluorescent light flickered on. I blinked, and noticed the beast before me. It was huge. Wrapped in rubber hoses, metallic arms and black bars, it filled up nearly the whole room. Circuits, wires and panels lined the walls, snaking messy piles across the floor. It looked like a nightmare from the mind of H.R. Giger, come to life. The mouth of the machine, at least it looked like a mouth, was what scared me the most. Curving metal posts, like jutting teeth, poked out from the mechanical rubble. A single chair, like a dentist chair gleamed in the middle, beckoning like a silver tongue. Entwined all around it in mechanic decadence were tubes, cords and ribbed wires. The entire contraption was frightening, like a futuristic torture device. Master noticed my curiosity. He turned to a box resembling a guitar amplifier. It contained several lights and knobs and switches and sat on a shelf in the corner. Master began flipping the dials on it, causing the machine to twitch, jump and chitter in response. The bars rattled as a surge pulsed through its body.

“Boy, remove your clothes now,” he ordered. I stripped off everything except my leather hood. I waited for him to unlock my septum ring from the zipper on the nose. He set down his control box to take it off and cast the hood aside. His large hand skimmed my closely cropped hair. Master liked it shaved save for a tiny layer of stubble. Sometimes he would shave it bald and rub his dick across my head, smearing it with pre-cum. Then he would jerk off and shoot his load all over me. Today, I wasn’t fortunate enough for that to be what pleasure he took from me.

As he strapped a ball gag over my mouth, he said, “Boy, you have the privilege of being my first guinea pig. This is my new machine.” As if it were alive, it shuddered at its mention. I whimpered, looking up to my master for sympathy. I got none. He pulled on my collar and yanked me to the machine. He watched as I stood up, trembling in fear. A gruff hand slid up my smooth thigh, to my cock. Squeezing it, he began fingering my balls with his middle finger. His hardon pressed into my ass. By now his crotch was soaked in pre-cum, and I felt it on my backside.

“I want you to sit right there,” he said pointing to the cold steel chair. I hesitated. Master hates it when I hesitate. He gripped my balls and squeezed. They were still sensitive from the Ben-Gay that he had rubbed on them yesterday. I had to swallow my scream or further punishment would ensue.

“Move slave! Don’t make me ask you again!” His hot breath rolled across my neck. Warily I climbed between the jutting teeth and sat down on in the chair. Its yellowing vinyl was cold and my nipples immediately perked.

Master went over to the box and flipped a switch. The back of the chair fell backward, and I with it. My heart jumped in my chest and a gasp flew from my lips like a ghost.

“Relax slave, its all part of the process,” Master assured. Now flat on my back, I noticed one of the rails hanging down had a pointed end to it, like a cone, with a small hole in the end. I tried to retain my imagination from forming its purpose.

Master flipped another switch and turned a small lever. Two small latches locked over my forearms. Another pair shot up near my shoulders and clamped down. The spot I had unconsciously placed my feet turned out to be riddled with gadgets. There were two foot plates, like the kind found on wheelchairs. They lifted my legs high into the air and spread them outwards. Before I could recoil, more claws clipped them from moving. I heard Master giggle gaily. He came over to me and strapped a seatbelt like chaste over my torso.

“Just relax slave.”

He went back over to his box and hit a red button. All around me the machine began to vibrate. I felt its hydraulic pull through its cold steel flesh. With all my necessary appendages strapped down, I was completely helpless. The machine was in control. Under a shaky red light that flashed every few seconds, I began sweating. I had no idea what this machine was going to do to me. The system then lurched in a belch of electricity and metal. A shudder and it settled down. Something popped over my head and sparks began to rain down on my smooth belly.

“Oh!” Master proclaimed, and then giggled like a schoolgirl. They system started to shudder again, and master flipped another switch. That menacing appendage above me began to descend. An oily white substance that looked like semen began dripping from the hole. A small gob dripped onto my leg and was surprisingly warm. I now noticed master held a small joystick like device that seemed to control the appendage. It crept closer and closer to my ass and I knew what was going to happen. I could almost feel the cold emanating from the device.
Screaming in an electric growl, a pump descended onto my cock and vacuum sucked it into its wet orifice. It slurped so hard that it lifted my hips from place. All the blood rushed to my cock head in a painfully erotic sensation. It blossomed like a mushroom inside this wet mechanism. There was a glass bubble at the top of the phallic sleeve where several wires met in. Straining, I could see my crimson cock head; swollen and leaking pre-cum. All of a sudden a blast of warm amber fluid blocked all that I could see inside. The machine squealed and started milking my cock. It squeezed, contracted and massaged amongst this warm oil. I was amazed at how good it felt and for the first time since master let me out of my cell, I started to relax. I melted into this machine with its mechanic shudders. The goo dripped out of the phallic sleeve and trickled down my balls. Goose flesh ran up my spine as it seeped into my quivering boy hole. Upon entering it was still warm. I sighed against my ball gag and enjoyed this bizarre yet titillating experience.

I was caught completely off guard when the monster violated my ass. It took it by force, drilling my hole at a frightening speed. It burrowed in a squelch of Vaseline, shoving my guts upward. My asshole immediately stretched it to its painful limit, then beyond. The tender walls of my rectum jellied open as this metal violator pushed through. It’s girth ever expanded and I screamed. My efforts were fruitless against the black rubber ball wedged between my teeth. My body arched in pain and I pulled against my restraints, writhed backwards trying to pull myself from this mechanical rape. The penis pump began sucking arduously, almost painfully. It pressed down on my crotch, squeezing my balls and vibrating my hips. More goo spurted into the cock sheath and dribbled down between my thighs. It felt like a warm forked tongue was lapping my scrotum. Leaking into my ass it provided further lube for the brainless monster that was in control. God my asshole had never hurt this much, not even when master first fist fucked me when I was 16. The cold metal phallus reached my prostate and sent me into convulsion. Immediately the cock sheath was flooded with more lubricant and my ass muscles contracted against the cold steel. The machine was merciless. Finally after it felt like my prostate had been shoved into my intestines did the device retract. As it did the whole machine trembled violently. It continued clanging, for a moment I thought it would fall apart all around me. I was nervous, though slightly relieved as some pressure was eased from my hole. I took a deep breath and the cock sheath began working excessively on my dick. The constant rubbing made me extra sensitive, and it felt like a thin rod had been inserted into my cock hole. It was an uncanny sensation all the way down my shaft and into my balls. I gripped my inhuman restraints as the mechanical sheath began to bob up and down, squealing like an electric pig. As it lifted up I saw the soupy lubrication preening my 9 ½ inch cock. It lifted to the cock head, squeezed the mushroom tip and slammed down heavily onto my pelvis, each time harder than the last. Eventually it blew the wind out of me.

Before fully leaving my rectum, the long strange member began to shove itself up in me again. This time it entered with more force and pressure. I thought my ass would be split in half. I moaned painfully into the rubber ball, now slathered with my saliva. I squirmed, unable to escape this electric hell. The monster phallus reached that nook inside of me where it could go no further without tearing. Then it drew back and fucked me some more. The whole system rumbled again and it started pushing up further into me, this time feeling like a dildo made of iron. As I tried to restrain my fear, the machines fucking got rougher. The rattling of everything around me grew violent. I feared it was wheeling out of control. Sparks started popping all around me and the buzzing, humming and droning intensified like an acid trip gone wild. I panicked, struggled vainly against grips that would not release. The red light above me flashed faster. The sheath slammed down again like a fist on my groin, yet licking my cock up and down with each painful stroke. The appendage between my legs increased to an unbearable abuse, drilling like a manic battering ram. My face was pouring sweat and my mouth was clogged with saliva and screams.

“Master! Make it stop!” I tried to shout.

The cock sheath was now overflowing with lubrication; it was falling between my legs and onto wires below.

Something was wrong. One last time I writhed backward, only to be followed by the machine’s lust. A wiry whirring accompanied the appendage as it fucked five, six, seven inches up my ass, at jackhammer speed. Tears of pain flooded my eyes and ran down my face. Between the agony and the ecstasy I finally surrendered, letting the beast tear me apart. My ass was raw hamburger; cheeks numb from repeated penetration yet my hole was the hot bud of searing pain. I tried to concentrate on the rhythmic sucking of my cock and the minimal pleasures of this experience. Through the repeated thrusting and sucking, I was able to work up a load when all of a sudden the red light above me exploded and the machine went haywire. The sheath was jacking too fast, my ass mercilessly pummeled. It had flown across my threshold of pain and was now destroying the rest of me. I screamed so loud that for a moment my agony shattered the wheezing of the machine.

The glass top of the cock sheath exploded as I blew my load, showering me with glass, lube and semen. I watched a darkness start to engulf my vision. My corpse, now weightless, solely manipulated by the robotic dick that fucked me, liquefied into the wires and metallic mesh. All at once the brutality stopped, and I was jolted back into reality. What the fuck?

I opened my eyes and at first everything was black. As my vision swam into focus, I found Master pulling the giant phallus out of my ass. I watched it retract upward like a dead dripping scorpion tale. The wicked device that tried to tear me apart was now dormant. Master unplugged the broken sheath and swept the remaining glass and lube to the ground. Next he removed my restraints; they had left red abrasions across my wrists. Lastly he removed the ball gag. I sighed heavily, too weak to move.

“Slave, are you alright?” he asked placing his hand on my forehead. I nodded, unable to verbalize. My ass felt like someone had shoved a chainsaw up inside and turned it on. “It wasn’t supposed to be this way.”

He carried me out into the yard where he lay me on the ground and hosed me down. He then fed me, allowing me a little extra for being such a good test subject. Master let me sleep without my butt plug that night. After zipping up my hood, he patted my head and locked up my cell. I curled up with my chew toy, eager to rest. Down the hall, my master went to tame the beast.

 

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