A Kind Machine

[aimauanca]

Part 1.

Brian woke up and tried to understand where he was. He couldn’t seem to be able to move any part of his body, even his head, so that when he opened his eyes he couldn’t even see why he couldn’t move. He seemed to be sitting, naked. He could feel a chair beneath him, and something holding his head still. There were straps at his thighs, ankles and wrists. The was something wrapped around his penis, and he could feel some sort of probe in his anus. Before him was a blank TV screen, and behind a sparsely furnished room.

He really understood nothing of where he was or why. The last thing he could remember was meeting those four girls at the hotel bar last night. He had chatted with them for a while there, and then they had invited him to their house. Who would have refused? They were all beautiful, intelligent and provocative. He remember sitting on an armchair and drinking while they flirted with him, but then ...?

The TV screen turned on, to show two of the girls from last night, Andy and Sandy. They were standing before a bed, both dressed in tight shorts and tank tops. They embraced and kissed softly, but deeply. The kiss lasted minutes, and while the girls’ tongues explored each other’s mouth, their hands did the same of breasts, nipples, buttocks and pussies. They paused only to remove their clothes and then lay side by side on the bed, kissing as before and pushing fingers into wet cunts.

Brian watched, enthralled. His penis hardened within whatever it was that was wrapped around it. Suddenly, something started to move, back and forward on his prick. It was wanking him! It was incredibly pleasurable. The film on the screen was fantastically exciting, and the wanking of his prick was better than he had ever felt. It could have been just a little faster, but who was knocking it?

Andy had moved slowly down the bed, kissing Sandy’s soft body as she went. She kissed her lips, her neck, and then her breasts, slowly circling until she reached the hard nipples, which she sucked between her teeth. The other girl squirmed as Andy ran her tongue down to her belly button, and then on to between her thighs. Sandy’s legs opened wide and Brian could see Andy licking first around and then right into the wet, shaved pussy pushing into her face. Brian now noticed that the camera was not in a fixed position, so it could have been one of the other two girls filming. He wondered if the scene was happening now, in some other room of the house, or had been prerecorded.

Brian would have come by now, but the wanking was just a little slow, not that he was complaining. As a result he had time to see Sandy push Andy’s head away and kneel on the bed. From beneath a cushion she extracted a double ended strap-on. The video went into split-screen mode – one side showed Sandy pushing one end of the dildo up into her cunt, while the other showed her eyes close as the pleasure took over her face. She fastened the straps around her, and then masturbated the second dildo that protruded from her like an enormous hard prick. The movement made the first dildo slide within her and she moaned with pleasure. Meanwhile Andy had taken up a kneeling position, like a dog, on the bed. Sandy placed herself behind the crouching girl’s buttocks and slowly guided the dildo into her waiting pussy. With just a few slow strokes to habituate the pussy to the size of the dildo, Sandy then started fucking the other girl hard, and each screamed out in ecstasy.

Brian came, shooting streams of hot semen into the machine that was wanking him. After the first jet, the wanking speeded up and so he got the maximum pleasure from the climax. After the peak of his orgasm, the pace slowed, and then stopped at just the right time – anymore would have been uncomfortable. Instead, it was just perfect – for it was a kind machine.

Part 2.
Brian felt all the straps that were holding him in place release, and at the same time the video turned off. He climbed out of the chair, and saw that all the straps had disappeared under metal panels, as if to prevent him tampering with them. He explored the room he was in. There was no window, but two doors. One, presumably to the rest of the house, was securely locked. The other opened onto a small but clean and complete bathroom. Back in the main room was a kitchenette, books, and a bed. Brian was hungry now, and after a quick trip to the bathroom, heated up something from the fridge which he eat, accompanied by a few glasses of red wine. There was not else to do then but read.

Brian woke up again as the day before. At least he assumed it was the day before, but he had no watch and no way of telling the passing of time. Again he was sitting naked, completely immobilized, and again, as he woke the video turned on. This time the screen showed Randy, another of the girls from the bar. She too was completely naked, sitting on a chair looking straight at Brian, legs wide apart, pussy completely exposed.

As he watched, she opened a bottle of body cream and poured a large pool of it onto her hand. The camera zoomed in as she massaged the cream into her skin, starting from her neck, then her shoulders, and passing much time on her breasts and nipples. These were jutting out, and Randy pinched and pulled them with her shiny, oily fingertips. She squeezed the cream bottle and cream shot out onto her belly like great globs of sperm. She massaged it around her body, and the camera followed her hand as it slowly approached her wide open cunt.

Brian was as hard as a rock, and the wanking machine had started again, but much faster that “yesterday”. He watched as Randy slid her fingers around her glistening pussy, and heard her moan while with one hand she stroked her clitoris and with the other she pushed two fingers inside herself. This continued for some time, until she reached out of camera vision and then brought back a large red vibrator.

Brian was getting close now, but as Randy turned on the vibrator and pushed it down between her legs, the wanking stopped for no apparent reason. He had to wait a minute before it started again, at the same pace as before, just as Randy had stopped applying the vibrator to her clitoris and had started thrusting the buzzing device deep inside her cunt. She was rocking and moaning as her level of excitement grew, and at the same time Brian got ever closer to coming, when again, though he was even nearer than before, the machine stopped.

Brian was starting to feel frustrated. He’d been just so close and then the damn machine had stopped. Meanwhile on the screen Randy had left the vibrator throbbing in her cunt while she tugged mercilessly at her nipples. Brian watched her and so wanted to come, but he was strapped in so tight that no amount of thrusting with his hips let him fuck the motionless machine. What a relief it was when the wanking started again and he knew that this time he would shoot. He got closer and closer as Randy screamed her repeated orgasms. Nothing could stop him now, and he started to come violently, but as he did the damn machine stopped! “NO! It’s going to ruin it” thought Brian, but as soon as the machine detected the semen spurting from his prick, it kicked in again and gave him a nice, satisfying climax. For it was a kind machine.

Part 3.
Brian woke up the third day. He still hadn’t understood anything of what was happening, including who put him in the chair of the machine while he was asleep, why he didn’t wake up while they were doing it, or why the machine was playing with him like this. He didn’t understand that the machine was not just playing with him, but was closely studying all his bodily functions during the build up to orgasm. These included heart rate, sweating, anal muscle movements, etc. Which is why the second day it had taken Brian repeatedly closer to orgasm so as to try and define precisely how far he could be taken before reaching the point of no return. The machine now had a fairly good idea of this, though more experiment was necessary to confirm it. By the “machine having an idea” we really mean of course the four girls that had designed, built and programmed it.

Day 3 started with the video showing classic porn – facials. Scene after scene of pricks shooting sperm over girls’ faces. Sometimes it was one girl, one prick; other times a girl would sit on the floor surrounded by men who would fill her face, mouth, eyes and hair with streams of white goo.

This happened to be one of Brian’s preferred porn contents, and he was hard within seconds. The machine detected this and started to wank him, at the same pace as yesterday. Brian watched the different scenes, and classified them according to certain criteria. For example, it was important that the sperm visibly hit the girls face, and didn’t go shooting over her head. For some reason, he liked it going in her eyes rather than in her mouth. Most of all, he preferred the (rare) scenes in which it was the girl doing the jerking off, whereas in most scenes it was the guy who wanked over the girl’s face.

After a few minutes, Brian was right on the edge and the machine stopped just at the very last moment. This time Brian was not surprised, though he did notice just how close he had been when the machine cut out. A minute later it started again and before long he was right there on the edge and the machine stopped again. On the screen a girl was wiping semen out of her lips and smearing it over her hard nipples, while at the same time another prick was shooting stream after stream into her hair and eyes. The machine started again but finished quickly, as Brian was so excited it took very little time to get him back to the edge. After a few rounds of this treatment – edge, 60 seconds pause, edge, 60 seconds pause – Brian started worrying that the machine seemed to know just when to stop, and that it could go on teasing him like this forever.

He was right to be worried, for the machine kept on edging him like this, with one minute pauses, for the next hour.

But then it got worse.

Part 4.
The machine now entered the final stage of the experiment. The girls were not really sure that their fine-tuning of the edging algorithm would work in all circumstances, but they were prepared to repeat the experiment until they reached perfection. As it happened, the combination of values from the various sensors (heart, sweat, ...) was just right to define the point of no return and so they were able to edge him repeatedly without limit, even in this final stage. For the difference now was to reduce the 60 second pause to just 10 seconds!

The machine brought Brian to another edge, and then stopped, but for just 10 seconds. Then it gave just the briefest of wanks and then stopped again. It repeated this over and over again, adjusting the duration of the little wanks until the sensors indicated that Brian was permanently on edge. Brian started dribbling from his mouth, and his vision blurred. This latter detail reduced at least one erotic input, but the machine, working automatically in the readings from its various sensors, merely adjusted prolonging slightly the duration of the wanking movements.

Brian had by now stopped thinking rationally. He did not even try whatever solutions may have occurred to him, like closing his eyes so as not to see all those girls and all that sperm. But it would have been to no avail. The machine would have adjusted to keep him on a permanent edge, at the settings that had by now been confirmed beyond all doubt. In this way the machine kept him in a frenzy, so close to coming, but just this side of the point of no return, for several hours, until, as was inevitable, he fainted.

Part 5.
Brian woke again. The machine was slient, the video blank. He tried to remain still, but the machine felt that he was again conscious, and started the last video sequence. On the screen Candy, the fourth girl, appeared, naked, walking towards him, smiling provocatively. Brian tried hard to stay soft, but his penis got the better of him and was erect in seconds. Surprisingly nothing happened – the wanking machine stayed still. Candy came closer on the screen and then knelt before him. A hard prick appeared on the lower part of the video, as if it were his own, and Candy approached the tip of that prick with her lips. She slowly drew it into her mouth, and Brian felt the moist lips suck his own prick inside. He knew that he was sitting on the chair of the machine, that the girl was not sucking his prick, and so he knew that this must be some other guy’s prick and that the machine and the recording were synchronized, so that what he felt and what he saw seemed to be the same thing.

Brian was desperate. This girl was sucking him in a way he had never been sucked before, but he didn’t want to be teased anymore. The idea of her taking him to the edge and then stopping filled him with fear. On the other hand, his prick and balls knew no such fear. They just felt the frustration from the teasing he had been subjected too, and they needed to come, and come again. Candy sucked and sucked, looking up to him with soft, sexy eyes. Brian started to moan as the pressure of liquid within his prick started to build up. Candy sucked, and seemed to give particular attention with her tongue to that point just below the head of his penis. The pressure built until a sensation of pain grew in the head of his prick, until ... he exploded! He shot gallons of come into her mouth as she sped up and sucked until he was completely dry. Then she dribbled sperm from her mouth down onto her breasts, and looked up at Brian and smiled.

It was the best blow-job he had ever had. For it was a kind machine.

[royb5000]

I have to say that was a great story. I would love to be subjected to such pleasure/torture. Looking forward to reading more stories from you!!!!

[potveg]

aimauanca, that was an excellent story. I hope you post more. thank you

[aimauanca]

thanks for the kind comments.
I'd like to add that I think that it's important for Milovana users to give feedback on stories and teases - it encourages the authors. So if you like something, say so. If you don't like it, say so too, nicely, so as to encourage the author to do better next time. The more the authors are encouraged, the more content there will be, the more "mere" surfers will become authors, and so on.

An analogy comes to mind:
1. writing the story corresponds to wanking
2. publishing the story corresponds to climaxing
3. reading the feedback corresponds to those final, orgasm-accompanying strokes that make it all worthwhile.

So if the author finds no comments ... his orgasm is ruined !!! Do you users really want to be so cruel?

[boobness]

Very hot, thanks.

[Makarov]

Comments, eh? Alright, here goes! As a warning, most of these comments seem to be copied and pasted from what my last creative writing teacher banged into me and my classmates heads all semester. As a general concern, it seems as if the story takes frequent pauses so that the author can step forward and explain what's going on.

Part 1
"Before him was a blank TV screen, and behind a sparsely furnished room."

How does he see the sparsely furnished room behind him if he can't turn his head? Also, the description of "sparsely furnished room" is lacking. You do a better job later on, when he walks around the place.

Is it necessary to have the repetition of "kind machine"? If the machine was kind, that would mean the makers of the machine were kind. The machine only follows it's programing. An idea for a better title might be, "The Right Parameters," due to the actual goal of the mystery hotties.

An additional scene could be added after the first time the machine makes him cum, in which he's forced to watch random porn, and the machine tests him to discover what he finds most erotic. That way when he watches the cumshot marathon the day before the last day it becomes purposeful in it's display of his favorite erotic pleasure, instead of on accident.

Maybe a scene of him trying to escape? *shrugs*

I recommend using google to look up baby names. You've got one girl named Andy, one girl named Sandy, one girl named Randy and one girl named Candy. Change it up!

That's all for now.

[aimauanca]

ok.
some of what Makarov says could get better just by taking more time, more rereads,....
Some other must I think come from writing skills. I am interested in knowing - can these really be improved by creative writing courses?
Opinions welcome - I really would like to write better.

[Jabber]

I like this story a lot . In my opinion (though my native language is not english) it is well written, and not too long. It could be longer but you tell the important points in your story.

Makarov has some good critique and I agree with most of it except one point: Repeating the phrase "a kind machine" in the places where you do it is IMHO essential to the story. This is making your story unique.

[wonderbo]

I know this story has been here a little while, but I just discovered it. I loved it! I was dripping pre-cum by the end without even touching myself one time while reading!

[aimauanca]

thanks wonderbo,
feedback is what is needed to encourage people to submit.
I was a bit stalled, but now I'll submit another idea. Maybe you won't like it, but your post has at least moved me to try.

[wonderbo]

Fantastic, I can't wait to read it!

[Flogger]

Disagree with Makarov's professor(s). Writing like that would be too sterile and inorganic and you don't write for academics who, if they were any good, would not be academic and I liked the simple rhyming and assonance of the '-andy- names.

I also 'got' and liked the repetition of 'a kind machine' - it added to the narrow, circuitous feel of the pace of the piece.

[aimauanca]

Thanks Flogger!

[Salamando]

Yeah, not bad. Interesting idea.