Unknownwriter

No Hands

At thirteen I was very sexually active, just not with other people all thanks to the workshop at the bottom of our garden and the many splendid things that I found down there. Yet everything I did was leading up to my greatest adventure ever which took place one evening as my parents went out for the night and left me up to my own devices, little realising just what those devices actually were.

There was a workbench that was the focus of nearly all my games. Made of metal it had holes all over it through which various bolts could be fixed so that I could attach anything to anything else, making it all like one giant Meccano set. Only the games I played with it were far from innocent.

I had everything set up already. The bench was cleared but for one large wide belt that was fastened down to the table top, with the ends dangling over the sides. Various frame works were added at either end, that would come into their own later, but first I started with that belt. Just as soon as I got rid of my clothes.

Back then I didn't have a bad body. My belly was flat, my arms and legs were just starting to get longer, and while I had just started making a mess when I got over excited there was still no sign of any hair around my tackle. My bum though was nice and round, if slightly out of keeping with the rest of my frame which is probably why I focused so much attention on it, which is why it was often somewhat redder than it should have been from the near constant spankings I gave myself when I had a wank. I wouldn't be doing that today though as I was going to cum by a totally different method.

Getting up on the workbench, I lay down on my back, positioned so the belt, was just under my chest, but that's not how I fastened it as first I had to get my legs up.

Being a young kid I was fairly supple back then, so it was easy for me to roll my legs backwards so my feet were up by my ears, where they would remain as I tossed the belt from the bench up over them, and fastened it so that I would stay basically folded in half.

Now it was time to use some of the things on the frame work behind me head. There were two loops dangling there, made from rubber tubing, which I put around each of my ankles, and then used the hand crank to tighten so that they slowly spread apart, until my legs were spread as far as they would go, leaving me rather exposed down at the business end.

A gag was next. One I'd made myself from an old spongy dog ball I'd found and then attached a strap too it. Naturally I'd washed it first as the ball was to go into my mouth, and I mean right into my mouth, all the way to the back, behind my teeth so that I couldn't say anything, and then the strap could be buckled around behind the back of my head, so that I couldn't spit it out again, even if I wanted too.

There was only two more things to do at this stage. The first once more involved a hand crank that would move the frame at the foot of the work bench forward, until it was just about touching my bare and raised up bum. DOing that gave me a great look at my tackle which was already about as hard as it could get. All four inches [10 cm] off it, slowly pulsing away as it lay almost stuck to my belly, in my rolled up position, while my nuts twitched away around the base of it.

Finally, I had to get my hands out of the way, and stop them from interfering in my greatest experiment. This was done simply enough with a pair of handcuffs, attached to a chain on the top frame, with a timer padlock. I wouldn't be able to remove the handcuffs without the key that was sitting on the side, but the timer lock would open after an hour but which time, I would be finished in a lot of senses of the word.

There was a one way switch near where my hands were and once everything was fastened, tested, and I was satisfied I was stuck in the position I was in, I pressed it.

The bottom frame jerked slightly as the various motors came to life, making me momentarily worry that it was going to be knocked off line, but I needn't have worried as a second later, I felt something small and wet, probing me in my most intimate place.

Purposely the first probe I was using was the size of my own finger and had been generously lubed up, so that it would easily slide into me, which it did, no doubt eased by all the work my own finger had done previously.

The fake finger pushed itself steadily into my hole, following the preset programme, before being removed and replaced with another one that held even more lube, the pair of them getting me all nice and slippery for what was going to follow.

A few minutes later and the 'fingers' had finished there work and for a moment I was just left there all spread out and helpless, waiting for what was to happen next, and nearly coming just from that.

Then it happened. A much larger item was pressing against my once tight hole and starting to push itself inside.

There was resistance at first, as I was stretched open, but then, just as always happened, my bum hole opened up and several inches of my home made dildo plunged right down inside me.

If not for the ball in my mouth I would have given a little yelp as I suddenly found myself so full of fake prick. Concentrating as hard as I could in the circumstances I willed myself to relax, and get used to the size of the thing that was now pushing itself deeper and deeper inside me.

As it sunk deeper into me, I could feel the thickness pushing against my side, making it more difficult to remember to push out as the machine I'd rigged up pushed in.

There was no constant pressure as I'd learned from some of my earlier activity that was the wrong way to stuff things up your bum. Instead the device would push itself in then pull back a bit before going a little bit further, so that it gradually increased it's depth until there it was as far inside me as I'd told it to go.

Another paused followed, one I'd put in so that I could get used to the intrusion inside me, yet when the time came I found I didn't really need it, and was instead eager for it to start. Which it soon did.

The fucking that followed was hard and fast. So hard in fact that my own erection started to slap up and down against my stomach as I was being rutted from the other end.

In the new position I was in now, the fake prick felt so much bigger, so much longer, and yet so good. I could feel it's every move as it was pushed in and out of me, with long thrusts that I could do nothing to avoid. I admit I was a little scared that perhaps I'd gone a bit too far this time, but then I'd thought that before as well, not that it mattered as it wasn't long before I couldn't think of anything at all.

A slight shift in position causes the frame to angle the fake prick so that it was rubbing me in places that my head spin and my brain scramble until I couldn't hold back any more.

Shuddering came over me as I pulled on the leather, rubber and metal that held me down, but even that couldn't stop the jets of thin cum that came spurting out of my erection without anyone, not even myself even getting close to touch it.

The bum fucking continued for a minute or so past my own orgasm. Or at least I think it did, as I can't really be sure as I was almost totally out of it by then. Unable to think about anything, let alone do anything like hit the dead switch I'd installed in case of emergencies.

The End