It was the day after my 21st birthday, I was finally old enough to drink! It was early in the evening, so I decided to walk down a few blocks to a neighborhood bar. It was pretty quiet inside as I sat and ordered a beer. An older man was sitting just down from me, and I noticed he was eyeing me. He wasn't in bad shape, probably in his late 40's with a goatee, brown eyes and a sturdy figure. After a few minutes, he came down started talking to me. He was friendly enough I found him quite interesting. At some point we were discussing hobbies and he mentioned robots- specifically how he liked to make them. He was an engineer and seemed to specialize in all kinds of advanced machines.
By now I had had 4 beers (he insisted on buying the last 2) and was feeling kind of drunk. Suddenly, he asked if I would like to come over to his house and see some of his work. Normally I would have been more cautious but the alcohol has loosened my inhibitions. I agreed to go, stopping only to pee before we left.
His home was a relatively short walk from the bar, and it seemed quite big. He led me into his workshop at the back of the house before handing me another beer. I began to examine some of his handiwork and was quite impressed! He hadn't been bragging about his skills.
Out of the blue, he asked me about my sex life. That sort of jolted me and I slowly answered "Sure, but..."
He laughed. "I'm not asking you if you wanted to have sex with me, I'm a lot older than you are."
I felt relieved. Truth be told, I had never been approached about sex (neither had I had much experience), so I didn't know what to say.
He then astonished me by asking "Would you like to go for a ride on a machine?"
"Ride? What kind of machine?"
"A sex machine."
I couldn't believe it. I knew about vibrators and small toys, but an actual machine?
"Come, I'll show you," he said. My curiosity, mingled with my slight arousal at the mention of sex, got the better of me. I followed him into a smaller room at the back that I hadn't noticed before. It was very dimly lit, with light background music playing. In the center of the room was what resembled a large massage table with a small bed on it.
He said, "Take off your clothes and put them on the chair over there."
I hesitated. Sure, I'd had a good time with this man so far, but could I trust him?
"I don't know about this..."
"Nonsense, you'll enjoy this and it will feel real good. It'll be like nothing you've tried before." I knew I had had too much to drink as I found my self-undressing. I walked back to the table and he demanded, "The underwear too!"
"But I-"
"Don't be shy, it's just us." So I slid my underwear off and found myself completely naked. I felt embarrassed standing in front of him, but luckily the lights were dim. Nobody else had seen me naked except the family doctor and the high school football team when we took our showers. I was wondering what he would say if he saw my hard cock, since it was over 7 inches long. Although I was nervous, I was also getting aroused.
He told me to get up onto the bed and lie with my head on the pillow. I don't know why I felt compelled to do what he said, but I obeyed. The bed was designed so that my upper body lay comfortably on it while the lower part sort of dangled off. I assumed he would remedy that. The part I was resting on was soft and comfortable, making me feel drowsy and comfortable. My cock grew harder.
Then told me to spread my arms and legs out a bit more so that I was at a spread-eagle. I did so, unassuming, as he came near the head of the table. I didn't know what he was doing until he pulled out some soft, padded Velcro cuffs that I hadn't seen before. They were attached to the bed and before I knew it, both my wrists were bound securely.
"Hey!" I half-heartedly protested.
He shushed me, telling me it was just part of the machine. I didn't want to admit it, but this twist was beginning to turn me on even more.
He came down to where my legs were and pulled out two padded leg rests for my lower body. Putting my legs on each, he secured me to them with two more of the same Velcro cuffs around my ankles. Now I was completely helpless and starting to feel scared.
He reached under the table to adjust some knobs and the next thing I knew, my legs were raised up in the air, bound and spread. I got even more scared.
