A Visit From the Mechanic

There was a knock at the door and I ran across the room to answer it. I wasn't quite sure what I was going to find, but I don't think it's what I opened the door to. They were standing there in black jeans and a tight black t-shirt with a leather bag on their shoulder as if they had just returned from a long trip. I looked at them with an eyebrow raised, my half awake eyes, looking them up and down.

"Can I help you?"

"Maybe. I think it's more me who can help you..."

They pushed into my house and placed their hands on my chest, pressing me against the back of the sofa behind me. I pushed back a little, but not very forcefully.

"What on earth do you think you are doing and who the hell do you...."

My voice trailed off as it dawned on me who I was talking to. They smiled up at me as comprehension spread across my face.

"That's right.... Me."

"How did you..."

"Don't think about it too much, it's not good for you."

We shared a laugh, still pressing me against the couch. I sidestepped out from the pressure of their hand and stumbled a little bit, falling over onto the couch in clumsiness. They laughed again and circled around so they were standing over me.

"My my, already struggling with motor skills in my presence? That's good because it's only going to get worse."

I swallowed as they put down the large bag they had brought onto the coffee table.

"Please stay still, you aren't going to escape me. I found you here after all, didn't I?"

I nodded slowly, closing my eyes and preparing for whatever came next.

"Turn over and lay flat for me sweetie. I am going to take such good care of you, but you need to listen to my every word."

I flipped over quickly. I felt them looming over me, without seeing them, just hovering. I felt their hands, firm, but gentle on my hair, patting my head and rubbing my shoulder.

"Sit still. This is going to be good for you, just try to breathe deeply and listen to my words. Can you count slowly in your head to 10 again and again till I tell you to stop?"

I nodded very slightly. They gave my shoulder a small squeeze and stepped away from me to their bag. After a brief moment of rooting around and some quiet sounds of metal clanking, they returned to hovering over me, sliding their hand up my back and gently grabbing my hair, sliding a blindfold over my head and pressing me deeper into the couch. Soon after, I began to feel cold metal against my skin as they began slicing away my t-shirt from my torso, holding me in place as they slowly & methodically worked down my body, cutting every article off of my body till I was left naked other than the blindfold. Their hands slid up my body to my mouth again and slid a gag into my mouth, a metal ring about an inch in diameter and fastened it gently around my neck.

"Oh, you are doing so well for me, staying all still for me. Don't worry, only a few more minutes of having to not fidget and we can get to the stuff you are really going to enjoy. Just don't disappoint me."

I lay there as still as I could, hoping against everything that I was being good for them. I turned my head and asked.

"Good?"

They quickly pressed their hand against my mouth and shushed me quietly and gently in my ear.

"All of your questions will be answered soon. Don't ask any questions. It's not for you to think right now. Just listen to my directions, feel my hands on your skin, and keep counting."

I did as I was told. Unable to realistically do anything else, just breathe and count. I heard the rattling of several pieces of metal around me, the telltale sounds of metal pipes being slid into some sort of frame on the couch around me. Suddenly I heard the distinct snapping sound of a pair of gloves being put on and pressed against my back sensually.

"Now. I am going to start strapping you in here, please don't make a fuss. This will be much faster if you work with me, not against me."

Once again I felt limp in their arms as they wrapped tight leather cuffs around my 4 limbs and locked them into place connected to the frame around me, pressing me up into a leather sling, allowing me to stay on all fours on the couch comfortably, but very very rigidly. They continued to attach straps to every part of my body, making sure to be gentle but firm. Giving me pats on the head and rubbing me all over as I became locked in place.

"Now look at you. All bound up and ready for me. You know I've been fantasizing about this for a few days now and you look even prettier than I imagined all helpless for me. It's almost enough for me to stop here and watch you blissed out in this contraption of mine... Almost."

I felt a leather cuff wrap around my scrotum and pull taught, away from my body and just enough to feel it stretching lightly.

"Do you like how that feels? I love how it looks on you. I made it just for you."

I felt their gloved hands wrap around my testicles and rub my ass on display for them. My cock twitched at the smooth gliding touch of their hands.

"My my you are enjoying this aren't you? I figured a pervert like you might enjoy this, but I had no idea how depraved you were. Enjoying me taking your balls and stretching them out for my own joy is really disgusting, you know that. You really do need help."

I nodded shutting my eyes, my thoughts draining out of my head as I felt my cock twitch again and a drip exited both my mouth and tip at the same time.

"A mess?! Already?!"

They took my member in my hands and stroked it twice gently and watched my body squirm. Their other hand slid back to my balls, gently rubbing them as they tugged at me.

"I'm so glad I put my gloves on earlier than I thought they would be necessary... I guess I was right about you. A messy messy boy, aren't you."

Suddenly their hands disappeared from my body and I arched my back in disappointment, further stretching my scrotum out causing me to moan in both strain and disappointment. My mind was swimming with the inability to form a cohesive thought, just hoping for their touch again.

"Oh. Don't worry sweetie, I'm not going anywhere."

Their hands returned to my back, slightly damp from my excitement. Rubbing me slowly as they trailed up to my mouth and grabbed my chin.

"I didn't just lock you in to toy with you cutie, I did in fact want to run some tests on you. I figured this would make you more cooperative. Well, I didn't know if you were going to cooperate, so I decided this was necessary. You understand?"

I nodded.

"Good boy."

I heard the snap of a plastic lid and felt their hands against my lower hole. Their gloved hands slid over me, now slick with warm lube, my hole relaxing as they gently swirled over and over me. Suddenly they slid inside and began to finger me, slowly, moaning with joy as my hole opened for them.

"Good boy."

I moaned with delight as they continued to press into me and whimpered as they slid their fingers in and out faster.

"Now. I do have this bag full of equipment, most of it was this frame, but not all of it. I did have one other rather large piece of equipment I thought was important for me to bring along for your initial test. To see if you could handle me."

I felt a dildo press against my hole and press into me, mechanically.

"That's right... I know I said I wanted to make one.... The truth of the matter was..."

I felt them kiss my ear and lick my lobe.

"I already had one."

They whispered into my ear as they gently bit my earlobe and turned up the speed of the fucking machine. My ass began to take the dildo regularly, if not quickly. Nothing massive but enough for me to make my heart race and wordless exclamations seep out of my drooling mouth.

"Just relax and enjoy yourself..."

I stayed still and just felt the mechanical rhythm of the machine pound into me, causing me to drip more rapidly from both my mouth and cock.

"Good boy, just keep dripping for me, just like that."

I felt them reach for the blindfold and gently pull it off.

They stood in front of me, no different than before, other than the gloves and matching black strapon that had been added to their ensemble. Below me a small dish was placed on the couch collecting both of the fluids I had been dribbling. They smiled and dipped their glove into the dish and covered their hand in the fluid, wiping in on the strapon to make sure it was nice and slick

"I am going to take the gag out, don't fuss, just show me what that mouth of yours can do."

I looked at them blankly as they slid the gag out of my mouth and slid their cock into my mouth. They began to fuck me gently, grabbing my hair to get more leverage as they pressed deeper and deeper into my throat. The taste of my saliva and precum filling my mouth.

"Don't forget to swallow like a good boy."

As they said this, they pressed down on the plunger causing the strapon to explode with fake cum, they had mixed in with their own juices. I lapped it all down greedily, knowing that if I had done anything else. I would have been admonished.

"Good boy. I'll give you a small break here, do you think you will be ready for more in 15 minutes?"

I nodded gently. They grinned at me and slid the blindfold and gag back on me.

"Now, in order to prepare you for your extended stay locked up, I need to make sure you can't get away..."

Their voice trailed off as I heard the sound of their gloves slide off. They gently flicked them against my scrotum. I flinched lightly, intensifying the tugging. A small giggle escaped their mouth as I winced with the new sensation. I felt them move around me and turn off the fucking machine and rubbing my ass again.

Cold metal pressed against me again, this time against my opening, being slid in and attached to several straps on my lower body. After a few moments of adjustment and clicking things into place, I began to feel my hole pressed open further, the device inside of me being ratcheted further open. My hole exposed and on display. The stomping of their boots trailed away a few moments later.