Professor Raus' Fucing Machine

Inspiration for this story comes from the living legend artist 'Franco' aka corupunisfun.

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I felt the cold cushioned sensation as my knees and forearms pressed into the padded leather arm and leg rests of the fucking machine where I was positioned like a puppy on its hind legs with my back arched.

Attached to the fucking machine was an electric blue spiral-shaped dildo of large proportion.

On the rack in front of me was shelving encasing a variety of dildos and plugs of all shapes and sizes as well as spanking instruments that included paddles, straps and canes.

Plastered across the walls were pictures you'd often see in a hair salon of young male models with gorgeous haircuts and chiselled features and also a calendar featuring another young male model on the cover with a ripped physique and defined abs.

I enjoyed stopping over at Professor Kraus' place on a Friday evening when I had nothing else to do.

It was far more enjoyable than a boring masturbation session at home as the anal play always prolonged and intensified my eventual orgasm.

My wrists and ankles were bound in leather cuffs with large silver buckles; another large leather strap wrapped around my arched back from the front of the machine and was fastened tightly as my stomach pressed into the cold cushioned leather.

Professor Kraus wore a stereotypical white laboratory coat, was around 60 years old, and always wore a cold expression. His demeanour was also rather cold and menacing, especially when it came to the speed and depth in which I was to be impaled by his large rubber toy.

An oversized tub of KY sat beside the instrument, the silence of the room was broken by Professor Kraus turning on the device. It began rotating like a jackhammer and made a light grinding kind of noise, which released a sense of panic and anticipation as if waiting for the dentist and I felt the adrenalin pump through my body.

I wore a very tight pair of denim mini shorts that were ripped at the ends as I'd cut them myself from a pair of Jeans. I wanted them to look naughty so I'd cut them so short the bottoms of my ass cheeks were visible.

In front of me and just off to the side was a large mirror so I could see the action taking place behind me. Professor Kraus ran slow circles around my denim ass cheeks with his palm before a crisp slap sound let out, and a shock wave shot through my body as he connected with a firm spanking. The sensation made my cock twitch which was already hardened against the denim through anticipation and being placed in the device. As a matter of fact it had been hard all day at just the thought of this evening.

Professor Kraus reached for a cane on the wall and began cracking it over the soles of my feet which made me feel helpless and punished.

The next object The Professor reached for was a pair of large black sheers, and I felt my heart jump in my chest. The Professor took the sheers and cut the crotch in between the denim mini shorts horizontally, which modified the shorts into a makeshift denim skirt, which was easier accessible for what was to come. I felt my nuts fall free, and my cock sprung forward, much to my relief as the professor lifted the tattered flap of denim onto my back so my ass was now on full display, which made me feel vulnerable, raveged and assaulted.

The rotating and grinding sound of the spiral dildo was daunting but excited me immensely, so much so that I could feel the pre cum leak from my aching cock.

The professor reached for a box of clear gloves and rolled them on with a snapping sound. He then took some KY and ran it across my butthole. I enjoyed the cool sensation of the lube in contrast to the warmth of my raging hard-on.

I caught a glimpse in the mirror of the professor now lubing up the large spiral dildo in a wanking motion as he looked directly at me through the mirror with the same cold emotionless expression that intimidated me to the point I turned away and closed my eyes.

The way the professor looked at me (like I was a disgrace) made me feel ashamed and degraded, which turned me on further.

I knew what was coming next as he began to lower me onto the spiral dildo, only this time, he changed the setting so it was no longer rotating and lowered the speed.

Finally, I felt the nerve-ending pleasure of the dildo resting against my asshole and groaned with delight as the knob began to slowly penetrate me. Next came the sharp ache I came here for as the rubber dick slid a little deeper, and I began to relax and take it.

The Professor increased the volume and it got to work. I was completely bound and immobile and the only muscle I had control over was my asshole however it wouldn't matter if I tried to use it or not as I was going to be penetrated regardless so it was better to go with it and not against as I let out deep moans and sounds of "Ohh!" And "Argh!"

The Professor had soundproofed the walls, so I had full confidence in expressing raw emotion. Perhaps too much confidence as before I knew it there was a ball gag inserted and fastened tightly, and all I could let out was muffled groans as I felt a bead of sweat emerge from my temple as the dildo kept pumping me.

After about 5 minutes, I felt the dildo slow down and come to rest in my ass, and the professor asked, "You like that dont you?" to which I replied, "Uh Huh,", through the ball gag. The Professor then rammed the dildo in harder in one motion and said assertively "You like that don't you?" which was my que for:

"Yes professor," I said wimpishly and submissively through the muffled gag whilst acknowledging The Professor's authority and title as he displayed a sense of approval and slapped on some more cold KY and increased the volume of the machine.

As the dildo began pumping me again, The Professor reached for his camera and began snapping a few photos, which further increased my degradation and made me feel violated as the photos would encapsulate me in the most vulnerable and ashamed state of my existence.

My cheeks blushed red with shame; they were already red through the entire process, which I guess enhanced my overall attractiveness.

After taking the photos The Professor sat down in a chair with one leg crossed over the other and began reading a small book which depicted various BDSM positions.

The fact he was paying zero attention to my humiliating display and anguish even further turned me on; it turned me on to the point my cock was now sopping wet and glistening from pre cum, so much so that drops were falling on the leather padding below.

Another 5 minutes or so must have gone by when the professor stood and placed one hand on my shoulder, he peered down and sore my glistening cock and began subtly encouraging me to climax.

"Come on," he said meekly as I began willing myself to a hands-free orgasm.

I mustered up all the mental energy I could as my cock began to tense hard as all my focus became centered around my orgasm and the pain of the penetrating dildo became pleasurable. With the docile encouragement of The Professor, I could feel myself getting closer and began groaning as loud as I could in sexual frustration as I could slowly feel the warm tingling sensation around my cock and my neck stiffened. If the walls weren't sound proofed the neighbours must have thought somebody was being tortured -- and they were! The only penile stimulation I had was tensing my cock. I continued to tense my cock pathetically in small reps for stimulation and climaxed to the encouraging words of The Professor, who was quite proud of the fact I'd reached orgasm through anal penetration only and petted me on the back, which was the closest form of affection I would see in any of our encounters. It was now official -- I was an anal whore.

I felt exhausted and incredibly light after the most intense orgasm of my life. It felt like I'd completed a marathon. I was never quite fond of workouts but enjoyed keeping fit; perhaps I'd found my niche after all.