Paul's Experiment

"PAUL'S EXPERIMENT"

by TakenAndTickled

Paul admired his handiwork.

Of course, he couldn't have pulled it off without Rick's help, though it was Paul's idea in the first place. A sort-of ‘sexual experiment’, if you like: kidnap a random straight guy, secure him in place between two fucking machines, front and rear, and leave him to be orally and anally violated by two large dildos mounted on the machines, without respite, for as long as possible. How long exactly? Neither Paul nor Rick could decide, but in the end they agreed to leave their victim to be perpetually ‘spit-roasted’ overnight and decide in the morning whether to let the experiment continue or not.

The objective of Paul's depraved experiment? He was simply insatiably curious as to how an unwilling, heterosexual male would cope – psychologically and physically – with such a relentless sexual onslaught. A gay guy might be able to take it, enjoy it at least to a certain point, but what effect would it have on a straight guy? Would he succumb, become aroused? Would the incessant probing of his virgin hole eventually make him cum? If so, would he cum multiple times? And just how would his body hold up to such a non-stop raping? Paul had long considered all the possibilities, played them out in his perverted imagination, but he needed to test his idea on a live subject to really see the results. And it had to be machines; it would be futile having two men fuck him. They would cum inside him, they would tire themselves out; no, it had to be machines. Remorseless machines capable of fucking him at a constant pace, with no break or fatigue, for hours on end.

And now the plan had finally come to fruition. There, on a raised platform in the middle of the cellar, the naked body strapped tightly to a metal frame which held him in position on all-fours. His legs spread slightly apart and his ankles strapped down to the sturdy wooden platform. Behind him, one fucking machine with a medium-sized dildo poised ready and pointing at his trembling buttocks. In front of him, another fucking machine with a larger dildo to stuff his throat, aimed menacingly at his lips – but he couldn't see a thing. He was blindfolded and hadn't seen anything since the moment they had shoved a bag over his head and stuck the needle in him as he walked along the quiet little path beside the canal. Some strands of his hair, which was medium-length and covered his ears, had fallen over one half of the blindfold.

He was just an unfortunate young man who happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time and attractive enough to catch Paul's eye. Not a heartthrob by any means, but reasonably athletic with a boyish face. A little nerdy, even. The kind of guy who would never think of himself as a sexual object. If nothing else, Paul thought, this would certainly be an eye-opening experience for the poor guy.

Paul and Rick learned a little about their victim from the personal belongings he was carrying, which Paul examined while sitting next to the slumped, unconscious body in the back of the car. Going through his wallet and his phone Paul discovered that their ‘test subject’ was a twenty-year-old student called Connor. Recent text messages on his phone indicated he had a girlfriend, although there was no way of telling whether it was a serious long-term relationship or something more casual. Connor didn't look like the kind of boy who did casual relationships. Paul was relieved they had caught a straight one, although he knew the statistical likelihood of accidentally grabbing another gay guy was reasonably low.

So now Connor was strapped down on his hands and knees, his weight supported by the frame that he was bent over, unable to see a thing but able to hear everything. Paul and Rick agreed not to say a word as the drugs wore off and their captive slowly began to wake up. They maintained their silence as Connor came to his senses, his head jerking left and right in wild confusion, his muscles tugging at his restraints in panic, his body shivering in fear, discovering that he was almost completely immobile apart from being able to slightly rock his shoulders from side-to-side. And then the shouting: crying out for help, shouting at the top of his lungs, his voice hoarse and desperate. Paul couldn't resist sliding his hand down his pants and stroking his cock at the sound of the boy's terrified screams.

With the blindfold wrapped tightly around his eyes, there was no way Connor could prepare for or anticipate what was about to happen. As he shouted and panted for breath, Rick gripped his chin and forcefully held his jaw open. Paul quickly moved the ‘oral machine’ closer so that the tip of the large dildo was just inside Connor's mouth. Rick let go of the boy's jaw and Connor's lips clamped shut around the unexpected ‘thing’ in his mouth. It was so big it prevented him from opening his mouth very much at all. He was secured in such a way that he was unable to pull his head back or lift it up, and the dildo was just far enough inside his mouth that he couldn't look away either. His head was now fixed in place. He cried out some muffled exclamation of anger as his tongue gingerly explored the alien object in his mouth. He must realise by now what it is, thought Paul. And if he didn't, he soon would.

Paul switched the machine on and it whirred into life, the dildo slowly sliding further into Connor's mouth. Connor practically squealed as it forced its way into the back of his throat, gagging slightly and tensing every muscle in his body. Paul saw goosebumps creeping along the bare skin of Connor's back. Then the dildo slowly slid back, returning to its original position just inside Connor's mouth. Paul turned the speed up to a nice consistent, rhythmic pace; not so fast that it was pounding the boy's throat, but still pretty fast. Paul left Connor gurgling and whimpering as he was subjected to his first ever face-fuck, and went to the ‘anal machine’ at the other end of the platform.

Once again, Rick was on hand to lend assistance. He pulled Connor's buttocks apart, exposing a slightly hairy trail leading to a tightly clenched hole. As Paul applied plenty of lube to the quivering anus he thought he could detect a slight change in the tone of Connor's whimpering – perhaps an extra touch of panic as the ice-cold gel was liberally spread around that private area. Then, pulling the second machine into position, Paul forced the dildo slightly inside Connor's rectum and switched it on. The dildo, which was smaller than the ‘oral dildo’ to counter any extra resistance, slid deeper into Connor's arse and his gurgling became louder, his whimpering rising to the level of primal howling. In, and out. In, and out. When Paul was content that the dildo was pushing its way into Connor's anus without too much trouble, he turned up the speed to match the first machine so that both dildos were pumping in and out of Connor's holes almost in sync with each other.

The two men stood back and took in the scene while fondling their hard cocks. This straight boy, this innocent student, Connor, bent over on all-fours, strapped in place, immobile, his floppy hair falling over half his face, having his throat and arsehole simultaneously raped by two mechanical dildos, over and over and over again, while his skin shuddered and his toes clenched and he gagged, and gurgled, and whimpered, and screamed.

It was eleven o'clock at night. Paul and Rick spent most of the night sitting in the cellar, watching Connor's endless spit-roasting, stroking their cocks and blowing their loads. Every now and then one of them would go out to grab a drink or use the bathroom. After about an hour of fucking, Connor's dick did start to get hard against his will. Alone in the cellar, Paul decided to give the boy a ‘helping hand’ and reached under the metal frame to tickle Connor's balls, which had tightened up with fear in the cold air. As his fingertips brushed against those balls, Connor made a yelp which sounded like a protest, either ‘No!’ or ‘Stop!’, but Paul persisted. He tickled the boy's balls, stroked and teased his dick as the head became moist with precum. He wrapped his fingers around Connor's cock and started masturbating him. The unhappy yelping continued, along with plenty of groaning – of course, mixed in with all the gurgling and snivelling which would continue for the rest of the night. Accompanied by the sounds of the boy and the constant whirring of the machines, Paul milked Connor's dick until he shot a load of cum all over the platform beneath him. Tears trickled down Connor's cheeks from behind the blindfold, his lips still forcibly wrapped around the rubber cock pumping in and out of his throat.

Paul attempted to milk Connor some more, but was only able to coax out a dribble of cum which was left dangling by a sinewy thread from the tip of his cock. Shortly after that, Connor's dick went limp again and flaccidly flopped about as the machines continued to fuck him into the very early hours of the morning.

At around four o'clock the two men, unable to stay awake any longer, retired to their beds to get a few hours sleep. They turned off the cellar lights leaving Connor alone in the dark, breathing heavily through his nose, still gagging and moaning as the machines impassively whirred and clicked away with no sign of slowing down or stopping.

They returned at nearly half past seven to find Connor much as they had left him, but with more strands of cum dangling from his limp cock and more saliva dripping off his chin. It was such a pretty picture that it was decided to leave him for just a little while longer, only another hour or so, before finally turning the machines off.

When the machines finally fell silent all that was left was a quivering, snivelling, sobbing wreck. Connor spluttered and gasped like a man saved from drowning as the dildo was removed from his mouth. He gasped again and whined in pain as the other dildo was removed from his sore, swollen anus. He didn't say a word – either his throat was too sore or he had completely forgotten how to speak.

It had certainly been a stimulating experiment, Paul thought. The straight boy had coped relatively well, even if he was too traumatised to speak or move. But wouldn't it be interesting to have another subject to compare him to? Paul wondered if someone younger would be able to endure an even longer ordeal. And how would an older man react? Connor had provided a fascinating and extremely arousing demonstration, but Paul still had questions that needed answers.

Clearly, a few more test subjects were required.