Lockdown! Chapter 12 - Kidnapped by Kong
These are difficult times and good erotica can help us get through the (continuing) weeks and months of isolation and social distancing. This fantasy is how I wish I was spending lockdown...
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Despite Lee's promising words, Kong had turned out to be a bit of a disappointment for both top and bottom. Sure, it was an extremely heavy-duty piece of kit that was designed for only the most hardcore of anal enthusiasts (a title that easily could have been invented for Kris) but neither one felt they were getting the best out of it.
Both knew that the fuck machine had the power to burn out a cunt in a matter of minutes - something that both intimidated Kris and excited Lee - but whatever they tried the pair never seemed to quite find the right angle or position. A session would start out gung-ho - Lee watching with lust as Kris's pussy flaps started to blow out from a giant toy mechanically invading the bottom's chute - but all it took was for Kris to unintentionally shift his body a tad and everything would slip out of alignment. Out of alignment, out of range and out of pleasure.
No matter how successful to begin with nothing jelled for long. What was worse was that each time they tried it felt as if they were learning everything from scratch. No single position or set-up seemed to seamlessly work twice in a row, and with such a powerful machine operating at full torque every millimetre seemed to count. Both felt that a toy could go from seamlessly plugging hole to being brutally off-target in the blink of an eye. And nothing hurt quite as much as a badly-aligned dildo whacking the edges of your cunt - making Lee acutely aware that they could do all sorts of the wrong damage if not careful.
It was exasperating for both of them. Not least for Kris: his cunt development goals aside, he was now experiencing classic bottom guilt after finding out just how expensive Kong had cost. He'd looked it up on the internet and was amazed at how much money Lee had spent (evidently tattoo artisans get paid well!). The machine was epic: heavily constructed with a black steel frame nearly 3 feet long, 2 foot wide and almost a foot and a half tall. Inside was the most powerful electric motor of any commercially manufactured fuck machine available, driving a piston with 12" of stroke length at up to 160 punishing revolutions per minute. Honestly, it was a fucking serious beast. He just wished he could take it - hell, so far they'd never even got close to half-speed! And as for lying back and just taking it non-stop? Forget it.
After a couple of days their frustrations were riding high. Kris because he knew his hole wasn't doing the fuck machine justice (surely other gays were able to take this shit otherwise how could the manufacturers sell these things?) and Lee because he desperately wanted Kong to make a long-lasting impact.
However, tonight everything seemed perfectly aligned. Although the two men hadn't discussed their concerns their energy to make it work this evening was crackling. Both were naked save for leather chest harnesses that emphasised their roles as top and bottom, all whilst looking (and feeling) hot as fuck.
The pair were in perfect union, even when selecting which dildo to start with. Both men had instinctively reached for the same: Chode from Mr Hankey. It was perfect for Kris - he was a size queen who lived for the stretch and a girth of 3" definitely hit the spot. Meanwhile it was great for Lee too - the exceptionally realistic shape (from beautiful foreskin-crowned half-hooded tip to thick, veiny shaft) reminded him of his own dick, as if he was the one machine fucking Kris. Just supersized of course.
Once the dildo was attached Lee switched Kong on. Immediately its electric motor hummed and came to life - ready and waiting. The bottom got down on all fours, doggy style, as Lee manoeuvred Kris's legs wide to expose the fist-trench nestled within.
By now the top was a master at assessing the state of Kris's pussy. Nothing made him happier than when he ordered the bottom to present and he could see a hole still showing the evidence of one of their previous sessions. For him, a corrugated hole surrounded by a ring of puffy, distended flesh was an absolute delight. Oh, to make those pussy lips permanent! he thought. Sure, he loved fisting Kris - the feeling of his hand in that oh so receptive cunt made him so horny - but knowing he was permanently changing the state of Kris's pussy? That really drove him fucking wild!
Annoyingly, the hole Kris presented tonight was puckered up. That simply wouldn't do - evidently it hadn't seen anywhere near enough work in the last 24 hours. Lee bent down to flick the edges with his fingers, before coring it out with the tip of his hand. He didn't want to fully fist Kris, more so much tease and make him desperate for action, unable to say no. His final act was to tease the bottom's cunt flaps out through the medium of rimming. Those pussy lips were always there if you tried hard enough to find them...
By the end Kris was moaning like a bitch in heat and Lee knew he'd done a good job. The now juicy and open cunt looked spectacular, twitching with desire. Surely nothing could stop the combined team of Kong and Chode sliding in and pillaging that puss? Tonight was going to be a good night!
Lee manhandled the heavy and cumbersome machine into position, taking it slow to precisely align the piston with Kris's hole. A nudge here, a push there, checking sight lines... there was an art to this. Apparently.
All the while he couldn't help but notice the faint outlines of the design he'd drawn on Kris's back just a few days back. The Sharpie ink had naturally faded but that made the tattoo artist all the keener to make it permanent. The argument played out in his head: pussy needs to show his passion to the world, he needs to live it, own it! Be brave, be honest, follow your desires, be marked as who you are... a cunt. It shouldn't be discreet, it should be obscene. It's not a tramp stamp, it's a fucking billboard for who you really are...
Lee knew one day he was going to make that happen.
That was for later though. Now, he generously coated Chode with so much lube that friction wasn't going to be tonight's barrier to success. Taking one last look (`ready, boy?') he picked up the controls and slowly set the machine going.
Boom! Perfect entry - all that careful alignment had definitely paid off. Seconds later it was clear their warming-up ritual had worked too. The fat toy was gently sliding into Kris's cunt without any real resistance. It was an amazing sight: Lee had got the stroke length just right so the full length of the hyper-realistic cock was driving in and out of the bottom. Man, this was making Lee leak, his cock fit to burst. Soon Kris was moaning with pleasure too... that could only mean one thing: time to up the power! Lee dialled up the speed, gently at first but then faster and faster--
All of a sudden cries of ecstasy turned to cries of discomfort as Kris unconsciously shifted his body slightly. He tried to realign but the dildo was now all over the place and pummelling his hole like a wayward animal. He pulled forward and away, desperate to escape the battering ram Chode had suddenly turned into.
Once again everything had gone from success to failure in a matter of seconds. Lee, not being a sadist, reacted quick and turned the motor off. He wanted Kris to have a pussy, not be hurt. God damn it, he thought, this simply wasn't fun! He knew they could try again but why did it have to be so fucking difficult?!
Angry, Lee roughly pulled the machine away and knelt down. Something good had to come of this night! He slammed his painfully hard dick straight into Kris's juicy hole. The bottom yowled with pain - the savage full-body thrust came without warning and the edges of his fuck-channel had just been brutalised by the aggressive dildo. However, Lee really wanted to feel it and grabbed the back of Kris's chest harness so the bottom couldn't pull forward or escape. As he pile-drived (ignoring the bottom's pleas for clemency - `please bitch, you can take harder than this!') his firm hold of the harness gave him an idea...
Maybe it wasn't the machine that was difficult to use? In fact, Kong looked to be performing to perfection. Maybe it was the bottom that wasn't up to standard? In his fuck rage he thought of all the times Kris had moved or shied away from the machine - just like tonight. And all the times that the bottom's cunt had deflated in size and gone back to normal. Fuck that! Lee wanted a permanent change of state. A hole that could always take a fist - no prep, no warm-up. Just ready and begging to be used. A hole without resistance and ready for so much more. That was why he'd bought the best and most expensive fuck machine - to make it fucking happen.
Lee ploughed away on auto-pilot, his mind churning over. Despite the moans of pleasure now emanating from Kris - evidently he was getting off on the hard fuck - Lee couldn't help but wonder if the bottom had been holding back over the last few days? Holding on to control.
The thought really excited him. Suddenly he had it! He shot his load so hard that anyone watching would have sworn he'd just inseminated Kris so deep that his spunk would never come out. He reached round to kiss the sweaty and spent bottom with a maniacal grin. He'd just worked out how to make his dreams real. How to make his boy always open, always gaping, always a pig-cunt.
He knew exactly what he had to do.
Next day, Lee's first step was ordering the essentials he needed from an online DIY store. Next-day delivery is such a boon in lockdown.
For Kris, it was a surprise when the stuff arrived but that didn't stop Lee. He knew where the power tools and DIY gear were kept, but they weren't the only things he assembled. Kris tried to ask questions, but it was clear the top wasn't ready to answer. However, when Lee started rearranging the living room furniture - including his TV - Kris couldn't help but demand what the hell was going on.
The top spoke slowly, like he'd been contemplating it for a while. "You see, I did my research carefully. I read all the reviews online. All the comments from those fags who want a fuck machine at their beck and call when the real thing isn't around. Now, as a natural cocksman I'd normally have seen that as a threat. Why use a machine when there's always dick in the world that needs servicing?
But then I looked closer. Everyone of those fags was disappointed. Machines that were badly designed, difficult to use and didn't have the power to really fuck a hole. Still, I was determined to buy the best as I've got such big ambitions for you..."
For the first time that morning Lee looked straight at the bottom. His gaze was so intense that Kris felt the top was looking into his soul, searching for his desires and weaknesses. Ready to capitalise and build on them...
Kris was the first to look away. The stare was forever seared on his mind though. As was the slight sheen on Lee's brow, sweaty from moving furniture. The dark stubble emphasising his jawline. Chest hairs rising above the collar of his t-shirt, the fabric tightly pined to his broad chest. The short sleeves rolled just so - even though he was only doing DIY - and the full sleeve tattoo that intricately wove down his right arm to his hand. The veins that corded his muscles on both sides...
All of this would end up being imprinted on Kris's mind for the rest of his life. Once a man has repeatedly punched your cunt there's a connection that will never break. Years later he would still be able to recall the exact shade of Wranglers Lee wore, even which side he dressed. (To the right, if you're asking - his crotch pushed forward by lemon sized balls whilst his engorged dick obscenely snaked down his right thigh.)
Hearing the top's silence, Kris turned back and Lee picked up.
"That's why I choose Kong from Orgasm Alley. A serious piece of kit. Their most expensive and hardcore machine. It had to be a good buy, right? The torque and heaviness really looked to me as if it could make a difference.
But despite all my hopes we haven't found the right set up. We haven't been able to harness its full potential. Which - I've realised - actually means... harnessing you."
Kris was lost and didn't understand what the top meant. All he knew was that there was nothing he wouldn't do for this man right now. No sacrifice would be too much. No hardship, no pain. Anything could be endured.
"All this time we've been thinking about this back to front. We've been trying to align the machine with your hole. What we need to do is align you with the machine. Fixed in place. Unable to move, retreat or escape..."
Lee paused before sweeping his arm. "You don't need this TV stand, right?" he asked. He gestured towards a cheap, unobtrusive piece of IKEA furniture that Kris had meant to replace years ago. It was low-slung and about 7' by 3'. Good for a flat-screen TV but not much else.
How wrong he was.
Lee lifted the big fuck machine onto one end of the table, the piston-end facing the remaining two-thirds. On that surface he placed a long, thin padded cushion. (Wait, thought Kris, is that the top of my weight bench?)
"Hop on" the top demanded.
It didn't take a genius to see where this was going. Carried along with the moment, Kris climbed astride the table and then lowered his back onto the narrow cushion. He automatically held his legs in the air as his arse was facing the machine.
"Hold it right there, boy."
There was a flurry of moment. Firstly the top started adjusting the height of Kong, evidently making sure the piston arm was perfectly aligned with Kris's hole. Then he marked the surface of the table with the position of the bottom's head, body--
"No, did I say you could move?" he sternly told Kris, who had risen upwards to see what Lee was doing. "Hands flat by your sides" the top ordered, pushing the bottom's wrists down and marking their position too.
Finally he grabbed a large piece of U-shaped plywood he'd obviously prepared earlier. The hole he'd cut meant it perfectly fitted around the piston end of the machine, all at a very slight incline.
"Rest your feet on here, boy. Comfortable?"
In fact, it really was. Kris enthusiastically nodded, the foot plate taking the weight off his splayed legs. This was a position he could get used to! Meanwhile, Lee drew an outline of the bottom's feet on the plywood before taking one last look at the set up and declaring himself satisfied.
"Now, fuck off!" he laughed, breaking the mood. "I need some time alone."
Kris left the room, juggling his dick as he went. He hadn't realised how hard he'd got being ordered around. And his nervous trepidation at what Lee might be planning...
It was way worse than his imagination, and that's saying something because Kris was a very kinky fucker. His eyes adjusted to the living room's new red light (where had that come from?!) and he looked in perturbed awe at what the top had constructed.
His TV table was certainly toast, but it also looked like the entire contents of his bondage drawer had been requisitioned for this contraption too. And fuck! Were those his Wesco's attached to the machine's plywood foot plate?
Lee looked to have constructed a fully-functioning bondage table with only one goal in mind: locking him in place so Kong could work it's devious power. The bottom took it all in: the heavy bolts securing the machine in place, the multiple leather restraints now strategically positioned around the table to hold him in place, and even a padded support to keep his head still. The boots confused him though...
Kris felt his dick rising and that was before he took in the sight of Lee. The top was dressed to kill in leather, the same outfit he'd worn when they'd done their straitjacket fantasy scene. Clearly he wanted to create a mood... tight, black leather held in his well-packed bulge, whilst his chest hair emphasised his taut muscles. Finally, a Muir cap, leather gloves and a determined demeanour went even further. In comparison Kris felt rather naked.
Lee told the bottom to strip and climb on-board. Kris couldn't move fast enough to try the contraption out. In seconds he was unclothed and lying back, the top's strong hands buckling up the different straps aligned around the table. His wrists, his biceps, over his chest and stomach, hell, even across his forehead. Kris was being secured with restraints he'd been collecting for years but yet they felt completely new in this position. His dick rise as the thick, comfortable leather criss-crossed his body.
The final step was Lee guiding each of his legs into the waiting Wesco's.
"I had a feeling you'd get off on all this! I've nailed your boots to the footplate so I can really secure you in place."
Carefully, methodically, the top tightly laced the 20 hole boots around each foot. Mentally unable to resist, Kris's feet were now trapped, his legs spread wide and there was nothing he could do to retract them. In fact, as he wiggled his toes, he realised there was nothing he could do at all. He couldn't pull forward, he couldn't pull back. He was totally at the mercy of Lee and the machine.
"Now, if I've calculated this correctly, your cunt should be at the perfect height for maximum destruction. Shall we get started? As this is our first session with you really taking it I thought about being easy and using a smaller toy than we've tried before. But then I decided you love Chode so much that it would be wrong to deny you the pleasure of a really fat pussystuffer."
With that, he attached the Mr Hankey dildo to the piston arm and lubed both it and Kris's cunt up. As he did, one or two of the top's leather clad fingers couldn't help but slip into the expectant trench waiting to be used. The soft, warm leather felt amazing to Kris. Sensuous and yet distant at the same time.
With his other leather-clad hand - untouched by lube - Lee picked up the remote control. Ever so gently he moved the dial the slightest amount, just enough for the dildo to edge forward at a snail's pace. On the moment of the toy striking home, the top dialled the speed back down to zero. He was relieved to see that he'd achieved perfect dildo-trench alignment.
Looking down at the waiting bottom, Lee couldn't help but delight in the scene.
"I tell you what, I'll make this easy for you." With his lubed hand he made his fingers into the shape of a V to pull back and spread the bottom's pussy wide. His hands were strong and easily separated the well-used hole. Lee then nudged the controls again to move the waiting, oozing dildo further forward. It came in slow, right between the parted cunt flaps...
"Man alive, this is going to be fun," he said, removing his hand from Kris's slot.
By now the bottom's emotions were fucked. He had the business end of a thick dildo beginning to bore down on his pussy and Lee had a pure energy about him that he rarely saw. Like a man possessed.
The top then spun the dial and the machine really started moving, forcing the dildo further up Kris's chute. The lube, perfect piston power and his totally immobile body meant that what happened next was inevitable. The perfect symphony of man and machine. Of top and bottom - although who knows what role the machine played in this relationship?
Finally - perfectly - Kong was doing it's job.
There was no way Kris could get away - he was the perfect target and the machine took full advantage of it. Or more precisely, Lee did. He turned the speed up even higher and the dildo started plunging relentlessly in and out. Soon the bottom was moaning in sexual agony. This was like nothing he'd ever dreamed of. A thick dildo banging and banging his pussy, his prostate, his arse, his cunt canal...
"Jesus!" he cried out as Lee increasing the fuck revolutions even higher, making the dildo hammer faster and faster.
His hole gave up whatever resistance it had left, his cunt flaps blooming out and unable to resist the action. Soon the wracking intensity of a pussygasm flooded his body... but the machine kept on going. Ugh!
"Make it stop, make it stop!" he cried to no avail.
"Now why the fuck would I do that? All that effort and you want to stop? Jesus, have some guts! Besides, I know bottom bitches like you enjoy being made to feel it, right? I think we need to see what this baby will do!" laughed Lee, drunk on pussy power.
In seconds, there was a ball gag in Kris's mouth and the machine was turned up a notch. Jesus. What had the cunt-obsessed bottom let himself in for? The top put some porn on the big-screen TV - positioned so Kris could see the hardcore fist action - and then walked away. He was sure the bottom could take it, after all, he hadn't even turned the machine to half-speed, let alone full-bore. And it's not like Chode was really big, was it?
20 minutes later and the top came back to see the results of his creation. Kris was a sweaty mess. He'd obviously cum several times and drool was dripping from his tightly-clenched ball gag. Lee picked up the control and kissed the bottom, gently reducing the machine's speed down to zero. For the first time in what had felt like eternity, there was no longer a dildo inside of Kris.
Lee looked down in awe at the sight of the the bottom's spectacularly gaping hole.
"Damn, I really think we've ruined your cunt! Try closing those big pussy lips for me. Can you? Huh? You can't?! Shit! You really ARE ruined!" he laughed as Kris desperately tried to clench.
The fisting that night was epically good. Lee had designed the bondage table so the fuck machine could be pulled back to allow easy access for his fists. Maybe not the best position for him but he could work around that...
After all the intense machine work Kris's pussy was so fucking sloppy, finally befitting its name. No resistance, no clutch, nothing more than a welcome hole for fist. Neither one of them had ever felt anything like it and both wanted more. Well... Kris was still tied up and gagged so it's possible that was a lie... but for Lee it felt like real progress had finally been made.
Next: everything changes...
In the meantime, comments and suggestions are welcome at stuhadley77@gmail.com and my previously published stories are:
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/the-first-hand-school/ https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/the-reintegration-centre/ https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/the-curse-of-troy-fletcher/ https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/sf-fantasy/the-wish