Richard had been following the breadcrumbs for weeks. Mistress had set up an elaborate scavenger hunt, sending him to spots across New York City - remote parts of Central Park, a restaurant restroom in the Bronx, the Coney Island ferris wheel - in search of tiny handwritten notes that inevitably directed him to yet another note.
There were few things Richard enjoyed more than following Mistress' instructions, but the stress was starting to panic him as he wondered whether he would ever reach the final note. He always groomed himself carefully before seeking out a note, just in case it turned out to be the one directing him to a meeting with Mistress.
The latest note had sent him to the semi-industrial border of Williamsburg and Greenpoint in northern Brooklyn. All the note had was, in Mistress' careful, precise handwriting, an address.
Richard paced up and down the block where he had expected to find the address. All he saw was a single warehouse without an address on it, and he saw no doors other than a disused metal roll-up gate. He stood in front of the quiet building and looked around, then sighed and ducked through a hole in the chain-link fence beside the warehouse.
About halfway down the side of the building was a rusty door that stood slightly open. Richard still saw no address, so he poked his head inside. The warehouse was gloomy except for an industrial light in the center, illuminating some sort of machinery. Richard walked through the door and approached the light.
The machinery turned out to be a squat piston-driven contraption. Protruding from the machine was a telescoping arm tipped with a large, rubber dildo. Positioned in front of it was a cushioned yoga mat, and just out of the circle of light was a comfortable-looking armchair and a wooden trunk with a large bottle of lube on top. Richard's breath quickened as he noticed one of Mistress' familiar notes taped to the machine. He reached over and unfolded it.
"Undress. Lube. Hands and knees. Press 'on.'"
Richard's mouth dropped open. He had finally reached the end of the hunt. But where was Mistress? He looked around and could see nothing outside of the small lit area. What choice did he have? He quickly undressed and grabbed the lube, his hands shaking a bit as he squirted a large dollop onto the massive dildo, stroking it several times to cover the shaft completely.
Dropping onto all fours on the yoga mat, Richard backed up until the tip of the dildo pressed against his asshole. He bit his lip as he eased back, feeling pressure build as the toy pushed against the tight hole. Just when he thought he would have to give up, he felt a sharp pain as the dildo suddenly entered him, then relief as his ass pulsed around the shaft. Richard looked to his left, where a small box with a cord attaching it to the machine sat on the ground. Holding his breath, he pushed the green button.
The machine hummed to life and the dildo immediately pushed deep inside him, bring a loud, involuntary groan from his lips. The toy reversed course, sliding quickly backward until just the tip was inside, then slammed back again. Richard felt an urge to cum as the machine fucked him, so he instead concentrated on the rhythm, trying to remain as still as possible to keep the dildo inside his ass.
