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Danny held back his groan as he was strapped into the breeding bench. There was leather bracing his chest, knees, arms, and head. Tim was a meticulous man, and he made sure that whenever they played, they used top of the line equipment, and that anything he wanted to try out, they could. Which meant Danny was about to be driven wild. Tim had ordered the breeding bench and a fuck machine, that way Danny could be fucked for hours, and fucked until he was an oversensitive mess.
“Comfy?” Tim asked.
“Y-Yeah,” Danny replied. He was naked on the bench, his cock hard and leaking, the pre-cum already dripping onto the floor.
“Good.”
Danny shivered as Tim clinically lubed and stretched him. After he was nice and loose, he heard scraping behind him. Not that he could turn around to look. He could cheat and phase out, but then he’d have to be strapped back down again. Danny knew what it was. It was the fuck machine.
“Let’s start you out with something small, before we get you really stretched out,” Tim mused. Danny felt something nudge his hole before pushing inside. It was just the tip.
“There. That’s how far back it’ll go back.” There was a whirr and Danny groaned as a smaller dildo pushed inside of him. “It’s just about four inches long, only one inch thick. Nothing too big. Just a nice warm up cock.”
Tim stepped back, watching him.
“What are your safe words?”
“Um. I can yell Red or Stop, to stop. Yellow to slow down. Green to keep going,” Danny recited from memory.
Tim nodded, stepping back, remote in hand. He sat down, pulling out his laptop. Danny gasped as the dildo started to move, pistoning in and out of him. He whimpered. He was going to be displayed here, fucked by a machine while Tim worked. This…. This could take a while.
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Danny groaned. He’d been getting fucked for a while. It felt so good. He was drooling all over the head rest. He had tilted his hips up just enough so the dildo had dragged against his prostate, making him cum with a shout all over the floor. After that he slumped back down. The machine hadn’t let up one bit, Danny wincing and whining as he was fucked through his oversensitivity. His cock was rising valiantly once more. He looked up, blinking blearily as Tim got up. He moved behind Danny, turning off the machine. Danny sighed in relief.
“Here, have some electrolytes. You’ll need them,” Tim encouraged, bringing a Gatorade bottle to his lips.
Danny drank the whole thing. He also ate the pieces of cheese and crackers that were offered to him. Once he ate all of the offered food, Tim got up, returning to his behind to remove the dildo from his body. Danny groaned as it slid out, and then another, larger dildo was put in its place.
“This one is a nice six inches. We’re doubling the thickness this time, two inches. You can take it. You’ve taken larger,” Tim told him. “Color?”
“Green,” Danny confirmed.
He got a pat on his ass before Tim left him once more, returning to his seat. Danny saw him shift his pants. There was definitely a tent in the front. Good. He wanted Tim to like this too. Danny made a high pitched mewling noise the first time the dildo slid into him, with it’s cold lube. He hadn’t been expecting the coldness, along with how it reached even further into him. Danny felt slightly embarrassed by the noises he was making, but he soon stopped caring. It felt so good to be fucked. So good to be filled. To just be used as nothing more than a toy, a wet hole for someone else to fuck. Well. It wasn’t even a person that was fucking him. It was a machine made by his fiance. Made with love to take him apart.
It was relentless.
It never stopped.
Danny turned his head, watching looking at Tim as he came, shuddering as his semen spurted onto the floor, adding to the mess that was already there. Tim was watching him. Watching him with hungry eyes. Tim wasn’t even looking at the laptop. Not even typing away. Danny was his entire focus, his entire world.
“Tim…” Danny rasped. The other man got up immediately, getting down in front of Danny.
“Danny? Are you okay?” he asked worriedly.
“Want you. Please?” Danny begged. He was still oversensitive from his most recent orgasm. That would make it all the better when Tim fucked him.
“Alright Danny. I’ve got you.”
Tim got up, turning off the machine. Danny shivered as the dildo slipped out of his well fucked ass. He heard Tim unbuckle his pants, but not removing them. He’d just cum, yet Danny felt arousal burn inside of him. He was going to get fucked by a mostly clothed Tim. He wanted to get hard again, but he was pretty sure it wasn’t possible. Tim sheathed himself inside of Danny. Ancients. Danny loved Tim’s cock. Most people assumed that since Tim was short and thin, he wouldn’t have an absolute eel in his pants, but he did. It was thick and long, giving him a nice stretch after the six inch dildo.
Danny loved Tim’s big fat cock.
Loved it when it fucked him.
Hearing no protest from Danny, just sounds of approval, Tim set a brutal pace. Danny was thankful for the breeding bench that he was strapped to. It shook with the power of Tim’s thrusts. Tim, the incredible man that he was, was hitting Danny’s prostate with such precision. Danny moaned and whined every time it was hit. Danny shuddered through his third orgasm of the night. This one was dry though, no cum being released from his cock. Tim, the wonderful bastard that he was, didn’t stop pounding into Danny. Danny didn’t want him to stop. Not till Tim was cumming inside of him, his cum reaching Danny’s innermost corners, seeping into his very being. Claimed on such a visceral level.
Time was a soup for Danny. He was drifting. He was vaguely aware of Tim cumming inside of him. Tim tried to let Danny out, but he whined and complained. Tim eventually understood what he meant, plugging Danny up so Tim’s cum would stay inside of him. Stay warm. That would be a problem for future Danny. Blissed and fucked out Danny was super happy to be a cum dump and to have the man he loved more than anyone else in the world’s cum trapped inside of him.
Tim finished getting him out, then carried him to the couched, wrapping them both up in some soft blankets. He turned on the TV and pet Danny’s hair. Tim was talking. Saying something. Danny didn’t care though, he just wanted to sleep here, in Tim’s arms.
So he did.