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“The fuck is this?” Jamie asked as they walked into one of the spare bedrooms of Roy’s house. Sat in the middle of the room was some black metal contraption. Maybe work out equipment? Jamie couldn’t place it. The metal jutted out in sharp right angles, padding and straps attached to the bars.
Roy stood a step inside the room with his arms crossed, his jaw clenched as Jamie went up to the thing. Jamie walked around it and then saw the pièce de résistance of the contraption: a giant black dildo attached to the end of a pole. The girthy silicone toy jutting out, begging one to focus on it; its fake veins snaking up the sides, the mushroom-tipped head ready for insertion, two fake testicles hanging heavy and proud.
“Shit, Roy. You have a fucking fucking machine!” Jamie laughed and turned to him wide eyed. “When did you get this thing? Have you been hiding it up here this whole time?”
“No,” Roy helpfully offered.
Jamie waved his arms in Roy’s direction wordlessly asking him to continue explaining
Roy sighed like Jamie was an idiot for wanting to know. “Got it last night. Hired some cunt from TaskRabbit to put it together while we were at work today.”
Jamie blinked at him processing what Roy just said. “Mate. You hired some stranger to put together your new fucking machine? That’s going to be all over The Sun instantly.”
“I put the dildo on it,” Roy said indignantly. “I didn’t tell him it was a fucking machine. Christ. I just told him it was a device for physical therapy.”
Jamie walked to the corner of the room where all the ripped open packaging for the machine was thrown in a heap and picked up the installation manual. “And you call me an idiot.” he said holding up the cover where it was blazoned in big bold lettering: LOVE DELUXE THRUSTER SEX MACHINE .
Roy pinched the bridge of his nose.
Jamie let out a breath of a laugh at the situation. “So, uh, what made you get a fucking machine?” he asked, knowing that random chatter would eventually get Roy to loosen up.
“Watched a porn with one. Never tried it before and didn’t see a reason not to.”
Jamie nodded, lips in a slight pout as he mulled this new revelation about Roy over. He then extended his arm toward Roy and made a gimme motion with his hand. “Alright. Let’s see it. Pull up the porn so I can watch it. Never used one of these before either.”
Another annoyed sigh from Roy as he dug in his pocket for his phone. After a couple taps to the screen he handed it over to Jamie. The infamous yellow PornHub logo displayed at the top of the screen. The title of the video read “Bound To Fucking Machine Screaming And Pissing Pt. 2”. He raised an eyebrow at Roy before hitting play. The stationary camera showed the back of a man strapped to the same machine that now sat next to Jamie. Asshole on display as a fake maroon cock worked its way mechanically in and out of him. Jamie dragged the slider to fast forward the video, not wanting to waste an entire 5 minutes and 50 seconds to watch the whole thing. The man yelled about how he can’t take it immediately erupted from the phone speakers. “Huh. Yep. Screaming and pissing. No clickbait here,” Jamie determined. He handed the phone back to Roy with the man’s shouts still emitting from it.
Roy clicked his phone off and shoved it back in his pocket.
Jamie looked at the machine again and found the little controller with a simplistic knob on it showing ten speeds. Without preamble, he twisted the knob all the way to ten and the machine started stabbing the air violently with the fake cock. “Holy fuck, Roy! This thing will kill you, mate! Your organs are going to get all blended together,” he said, making grabby fingers at his abdomen to mime his own organs getting mushed.
Roy ripped the controller out of his hand. The machine tipped back and forth on its thin metal legs as the piston continued hammering away. He twisted the knob all the way to the left to shut it off again. “Jamie,” Roy started seriously. “If you don’t want to fucking help me with this, that’s fine. I know we haven’t been fucking around with each other for long, but I thought–”
“Roy, mate. Lighten up.” Jamie stood in front of him and grabbed his shoulders, shaking him slightly as if to physically knock the serious stiffness out of him. “Of course I’ll fucking help you with this. And I’ll take it as seriously as you can take a fucking machine. Won’t crank it up to ten and blend your guts up. Swear down.”
Roy stared at him unmoving for a moment and then gave a single sharp approving head nod.
“So, where do you want to start? Want me to help prep you?” Jamie asked as he turned his back on Roy and started looking closer at the machine, running his fingers over the bars before flicking the head of the dildo and watching it bounce.
“No. I’m already prepped.”
Jamie looked at him with a pinched scowl, “No, you’re not. We’ve just got here from work, you didn’t have–” Jamie goes silent, his eyes growing wide before whispering, “are you wearing a plug?”
Roy’s cheeks immediately bloomed pink as he nodded once at Jamie.
“Hnghhhhh,” Jamie let out a strangled sound, his mouth dropping open and his hand reaching to squeeze his dick through his trackies. “Holy fuck, Roy. That was hours! How did you survive?”
Roy shrugged. “Not my first time wearing one to work,” he admitted not making eye contact with Jamie.
Jamie’s jaw dropped open and stared at him. “I’m not going to be able to function at the club anymore. This is all I’m going to be thinking of. Roy Kent. You kinky old fuck. Always keeping me on my fucking toes.” He squeezed his cock again and then shook his head to clear it. “Well! Alright! Let’s get naked and get you on this thing.”
“Why are you getting naked too?” Roy asked as he kicked off his shoes.
“Mate. I get to watch Roy Kent get owned by a fucking machine. I’m definitely coming. Ooh! Can I come on your face?” Jamie asked, eyes wide and sparkling as he hopped around on one foot tugging his trackies off.
“No,” Roy said and then after a beat added, “maybe.”
“Mint.”
Fully unclothed, the two men stood facing each other, the machine laid out in all its glory between them.
Roy cleared his throat. “Before you strap my arms and legs to it. I think we have to fucking line it up or whatever.”
“Yep, yep, makes sense.” Jamie said, rapidly nodding his head. “Alright, hop on then, lad. Let’s get to it.”
There were four pads on the machine. Two for Roy to rest his shins and knees and two for his forearms. He delicately hoisted himself up into tabletop position on these pads.
Jamie moved behind him and spotted the base of the plug, also black silicone, still inside Roy. His hard cock gave a twitch at the sight and he exhaled a slow breath to keep himself under control. He tapped the base twice with his finger. “Gonna take this out now, yeah?”
Roy nodded and Jamie proceeded to gently pull it out. It slid out with an audible “pop” and a slight trickle of lube followed. Roy bit back a moan as it was removed.
Jamie set the plug reverently on the ground and out of the way. He stared at Roy’s arse for a moment, the hole lightly clenching and releasing as Roy flexed at the loss of the plug. Jamie gave himself a couple quick strokes to make sure his dick that was screaming for attention wasn’t fully ignored.
Jamie adjusted the contraption to have the dildo piston a little lower. “Okay, I’m going to turn it on slowly just to see where we’re at.” He turned the knob to 1 and the dildo inched forward at a much less frightening pace than 10 was. The tip of the dildo hit Roy’s sack and Jamie turned it back off. “Whoops, too low. One second.”
Roy breathed out slowly and stretched his back a bit, not unlike when he did yoga, while he waited for Jamie.
“So, what’s his name?” Jamie asked as he fiddled with the machine.
“Who? Who’s name?”
“This silicone monster who’s about to make sweet, sweet love to you.”
“I didn’t name the fucking dildo,” Roy stated in his usual you’re-an-idiot-Tartt tone of voice.
“Fucking rude that!” Jamie exclaimed. “I name all mine. I got Maxtastic and Limonchello and Gary Lineker and–”
Roy twisted back to stare at Jamie, “why the fuck do you have a dildo named after that old twat?”
Jamie stared at him with a raised eyebrow and a look that clearly stated ‘come on now’ .
“Yeah, alright. Fucker is still fit,” Roy conceded.
“Okay, I think I have this lined up now,” Jamie said. “I’m going to turn it on slowly, I’ll stop before, you know, it actually goes in. Just want to make sure its aim is right.”
Roy nodded and braced himself. He heard the mechanical whir of the machine being turned on, but as Jamie said, he stopped it right as he felt the tip of the dildo hit his hole.
“Yep, looks good. Now, where’s the lube?” Jamie asked
Roy swore under his breath. He hadn’t even thought about lube. He gave Jamie hasty directions to where his bottle was in his bedroom and then listened as Jamie ran through the house to fetch it and run back.
Jamie squirted the lube in his hand and greased up the dildo well. “Going to get more in you, yeah?” He took two of his lubed up fingers and slicked up Roy’s rim before sliding them in, finding that he was still pretty lubed up from the plug he had in him all day. Before sliding his fingers out, he purposely pushed against Roy’s prostate, surprising Roy and getting a choked off moan out of him.
“Cheeky prick,” Roy mumbled. Jamie swatted his bum good naturedly in response.
“Turning this thing on again. Need to make sure it goes inside you the right amount, yeah? Just tell me to stop and I’ll shut it off right away if you need,” Jamie said.
Roy nodded, grateful that Jamie was taking this seriously. He heard the mechanical sound again and soon enough felt the tip of the dildo touch him, and then it just kept going slowly, sliding unrelentingly into him. Jamie rubbed his lower back soothingly. Roy clenched his teeth and moaned as his body was forced to accept the object, appreciative with how liberal Jamie was with the lube. Then he felt the drag of it backing its way out of him until it was fully removed. Jamie shut it off again.
“Good?” Jamie questioned.
“Yeah. Really good,” Roy admitted.
“Want me to strap you up now?” Jamie asked and Roy nodded his agreement. Jamie maneuvered around, pulling the straps hanging off the contraption, so that Roy’s calves and forearms were buckled in and he couldn’t escape. “With changing the speeds on this thing, you want me to wait until you tell me to do so or–”
“No, up it when you think I should take more.” Roy turned his head so he could look at Jamie. “I trust you. I’ll safeword if I really need you to stop.”
“Mint. You say ‘aardvark’ and I’ll shut it right off.”
“That’s still the dumbest fucking safeword.”
Jamie scoffed. “If it was up to you we would be saying something uncreative like ‘Red’. That’s no fun,” he said, poking Roy in the ribs. Roy tried to twist away but couldn’t due to his bound appendages.
“Ready?” Jamie asked, picking up the controller.
Roy loudly exhaled and nodded, “Yeah. Let’s fucking go.”
Jamie turned the controller on so the dildo started pistoning slowly once again. Roy grunted, his fists clenching, as the dildo entered him.
Jamie rubbed his hands across Roy’s sides, attentive to how he was handling the first moments of this new toy. Roy’s body tensed each time the dildo shoved its way in, the excess lube making obscene sounds as it sluiced through him. Jamie turned the knob up a notch to speed it up.
Roy groaned loudly and started rocking his hips back to meet the dildo at each thrust.
“Roy, you look so fucking fit like this. Damn, if my teenage self could see me now! Sexy little Jamie would be so proud; getting to watch and control Roy Kent on a fucking machine.” Jamie grabbed his own cock and started leisurely stroking it as he walked around Roy, watching him from different angles.
“Shut. The. Fuck. Up. Tartt,” Roy said, pausing between each word, in sync with the cock thrusting into him.
Jamie stood in front of Roy and grabbed a palm full of his curls, tilting his head back. “Can't make me,” he said childishly. “But I can make you,” Jamie continued while sliding the tip of his dick across Roy's lips.
Roy moaned and opened his mouth, letting Jamie’s hard cock slide into his mouth. Everytime the fucking machine pushed the dildo farther into Roy, Roy’s mouth got pushed farther onto Jamie’s cock. Roy moaned around Jamie, his eyes squeezed closed and his cheeks red as he got pummeled from both ends.
Jamie turned the dial up.
Roy choked as the machine sped up without warning. Jamie held Roy’s head so he couldn’t back off his cock. “Come on, lad. This is nothing. Remember when you sat on my face last week?” Drool spilled out of the corners of Roy’s mouth, the groans emitting from him turning more desperate and pinched with each slap of the fake testicles against his real ones.
Jamie pulled out, a string of saliva connecting the tip of his cock to Roy’s lower lip as he stepped back. Roy gulped large breaths of air, a cracked sob escaping him as the dildo refused to give him a respite. Jamie leaned down looking into his eyes, “You good?”
Roy just nodded, little uh uh uhs escaping his throat.
Satisfied that Roy was alright, Jamie walked around him again to admire the view. He watched as Roy’s cock continuously leaked precome into small puddles under him. Jamie stroked his own cock, picking up speed as he twisted the controller knob up another notch with his other hand.
“Fuck fuck fuck,” Roy started repeating, the vowel getting dragged out of him and one ‘fuck’ blending in seamlessly with the next. Jamie sped up his jerking as he watched Roy’s muscles twist and turn as a result of the pounding, Roy’s toes curling up violently with each rapid intrusion.
Jamie felt his orgasm quickly approaching, he walked to the back of the contraption and angled his dick toward Roy’s abused hole. After a few more strokes, Jamie moaned loudly as he watched thick ropes of his come land on the dildo and quickly get pushed into Roy.
“Chu doin’?” Roy tried asking him, twisting his body to try to glimpse Jamie.
“Coming all over you and watching your ass eat it up,” Jamie said matter-of-factly with a smirk thrown toward Roy.
The noise Roy let out at this sounded like a caged bear trying to escape, his skin pink and sweaty, limbs shaking and spasming.
“Can you take one more increase?” Jamie asked him.
Roy sobbed, but nodded. Jamie upped it and then positioned himself at Roy’s side. He knelt down and grasped Roy’s cock in his fist. He didn’t even have to jerk Roy, the machine moved Roy’s body to do that for them.
Roy screamed as his cock erupted, come spilled out in sharp bursts, Jackson Pollocking the floor below him. His body spasmed as the machine continued the unrelenting fucking. Roy’s feet kept twisting up, his back continuously arching up and down, tears streaming down his face.
“Jamie. Jamie. Armadillo, antelope, avocado, FUCK! Whatever that fruity animal safeword is! Turn it off, turn it off,” Roy sobbed.
“Oh shit! Aardvark!” Jamie let go of Roy’s cock, then switched the controller off. The machine immediately stopped its whirring. He gently pulled the dildo bar back for it to gracelessly flop out of Roy. Roy’s body kept twitching, his breathing labored. “Shh shh, I got you.” Jamie said, unbuckling the straps and holding Roy up as he maneuvered him off of the machine. “Come on, let’s get you into bed.” He led them through the house to Roy’s bedroom, taking most of Roy’s weight as they walked.
Jamie made quick work of getting Roy into bed and then grabbing a wet cloth from the bathroom to clean him up a bit. He tucked the blankets around Roy gently. Roy’s eyes fell closed, his body still giving the occasional twitch or shudder. Jamie made to turn and leave the room, letting Roy sleep, but stopped as Roy spoke.
“Jamie. Can you stay?” he asked, quiet and gruff.
“Yeah, yeah, of course. I’m right here.”
Roy shifted so Jamie could slide under the covers next to him. Jamie cradled Roy’s head into his chest and wrapped strong arms around him, hugging him close. He rubbed a hand up and down Roy’s back in attempts to settle him. They relaxed into each other for a few comfortably silent minutes.
“Mourinho,” Roy mumbled.
Jamie pulled back from their embrace so he could see Roy’s face better. “D’you just say Mourinho? Did that machine scramble your brains?”
“S’what I named the dildo.” Roy murmured.
“Why the fu– oh, because it’s brilliant and mean?”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah. Makes sense,” Jamie conceded and then pulled Roy back against him once again.