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Brute had already been stalking the streets for a few nights now, but his job was on the back burner now. He's never been down on these streets, so his first priority was exploring and fucking with the locals there. His job was down and dirty, but not this down! Even if it was at the cost of his next paycheck.
It was his fifth night down here fucking around, stalking down the streets. He searched for his next stop, messing with short brown hair, until a peculiar light caught his attention. An enticing mix of blue and red, drawing him in like a kid to candy. He's got nothing better to do right now, so why not investigate?
He strutted his way down, the alley cramped for his wide figure. The light got brighter, looking like it came from a door left opened. He was probably going to break in somewhere following it, yes. But there could be a better reward than taking out his hit! The thought was more exciting as he rounded around the door to peer in.
The inside was like a large lab, the glow from many little screens and buttons and whatever the fuck it.
"Really?" Brute grumbled, stepping in anyways.
There was a lot to this tiny room, more than he could even think about knowing how to work and use in his lifetime. He stalked his way in, looking around with curiosity…
But, he stepped on a tile in this room that sunk down, feeling like a mockery to him for some reason. The tiles opened up quickly below him, dropping him down and into an unknown darkness. He landed not soon after on a bouncy floor, cushioning most of his fall, in a room lit up by blue lights.
He groaned, laying there for a second too long to try and catch his bearings. He only attempted to move as something mechanical grabbed his shoulders, yanking him up and into the air. He struggled against it, something new and smooth wrapping around his legs and arm.
Brute grunted, demanded to whatever it was "UNHAND ME!" As he tried to untangle himself. He looked down to his legs first, trying to see what it was. Smooth, shiny, tentacle like appendages, some that looked ribbed, coming from different holes in the room were working its ways up and down his legs, further to his belt to start work there as more came from elsewhere.
When they made contact with his bare skin, Brute shuddered at the feeling of its smooth surface, feeling like perfectly kept latex that was cold against him. It excited him where there shouldn't be excitement, feeling it move down to force off his pants and boxers, exposing his cunt. The tentacles moved their way up, rubbing and caressing Brute's inner thighs as they reached his heat to toy with his clit.
He bit back moans as they teased his hole, the rest of the tentacles trying to work on prying his coat and shirt off. Fuck, he couldn't let it win. But he's already lost by the time he was restrained. A long, loud moan escaped his throat as one of the tentacles slid its way into his wet hole, thrusting in and out, slow at first, but picking up in speed. It completely cleared his mind, filling his mind with one thing: Pleasure.
In the mean time, a second tentacle slipped its way up to his g-spot as the first tentacle went further up inside of him; starting to hit his cervix with (strange) pleasure, something lowered in front of Brute. He did his best to look at it dead on as tears formed in the corner of his eyes. It was a headset for his eyes, the screen long and across the length like a visor.
He couldn't look away in time as it was wrapped around his face, blocking out the world except for the screen, some spiraling shapes popping up to try and catch his attention. 'Get it off!' Was all he could desperately try to think, even if it was an echoless cry. A pair of headphones were also placed next after the headset, blocking out the world further. Silence… Even his own grunts were hard to hear!
Hello there~.
A voice Brute couldn't tell if it was pre-recorded or not echoed in his ears, penetrating the constant stream of pleasure. He went to speak, but his mouth could only hang open, unable to put any chance at thoughts into words as he neared his own edge. His whole body shuddered with pleasure, weak and needy.
Such a pretty boy.
Brute's head rolled back, as if in an attempt to get the headphones off of his ears that didn't work. "Fuck-" Brute could finally grown out, not even sure if he heard his own self. But, one of the tentacles prodded harder to get him to shut up.
Oh, we can't have that. A good drone doesn't speak!
'I'm not a.. drone?' The one coherent thought Brute could get out stuck, confused as hell as a few thrusts tried to silence him again while one spiraling shape caught his attention finally. Something was by his mouth now, his first involuntary movement to try and lick it. Licking turned sucking as what most definitely was a dildo slid smoothly into his mouth, placed in like a gag, attached to some sort of mask. His first instinct was to try and move his hands to feel what it was, but he obviously couldn't.
'Shit…' Brute tried to think next, but the colors and spiraling kept his eyes and mind focused on it and only it, nothing else.
Such a good boy.
The voice cooed in through the headphones, going on.
You're already perfect for our drones!
'Not.. a…' Brute tried to desperately think, but slowly couldn't as the spirals put a new thought into his mind. Er, set of thoughts.
Pleasure. Servitude. Obedience.
'But…'
Brute was nearing his climax now as the first tentacle, buried deep within his cunt, was pumping him full of its seed (Whatever it could possibly be), the second still trying to toy with his g-spot to get him to cum. Muffled moans still erupted from him, past the dildo gag in his mouth.
Perfect. Our new, handsome drone, almost done. Now, listen to my voice.
The voice silenced just in time for Brute to scream as loud as he could while muffled at the feeling of his orgasm, the second tentacle pushing far up, creating an external bulge; before both tentacles pulled out of him, leaving him empty once again. Brute's mind was reeling at the pleasure, but it didn't subside when the high of orgasm subsided. He felt euphoric still, almost painful now.
He was slowly lowered by the restraining tentacles, but the cold, latex-y feeling didn't leave where they wrapped around him, spreading slowly across his skin. He reached one hand to feel one of these spots, the liquid latex sticky as it transferred to his fingers and hand, yet sending a pleasurable shock up his arm and through his spine. The visor lightened to allow him to see around him, but the spiraling shapes were still there to keep him focused and blank.
Whatever held the gag looked like a muzzle, now over his face. He lifted his hands to it, feeling around. But, the hand that had sticky latex transferred to it was forming a thick, rubbery paw of a balloon, encasing his hand into one, his other hand was starting to meet the same fate as some of the moving latex made it to there. It looked like the pool toys he'd occasionally see in the few high rise pools!
Brute was fully encased not soon after, his feet meeting the same fate in this rubbery, smooth encasing. Brute looked down at his crotch, wondering its outcome as a bulge with a lock on it was there to greet him. A mockery of the fact he had a cunt, if you will. Even despite this masculine look, his hips were artificially widened by the latex, though not by much, just enough to give them curves. Decorated on both were the handles of a pool toy on the sides.
He let these inflated, well, paws, rub down his chest, also artificially bigger by this latex, though not proper breasts still, and to his hip, feeling squishy.
He then reached over with both his paws to desperately rub at the null bulge and further down, finding his cunt was covered by a zipper for easy access. It sent desperate, almost overstimulating pleasure that made him arch through his (now) latex laden body, wanting more.
Pleasure, but not by his own discretion.
Brute desperately sucked at the dildo in his mouth in vain to try and pant somehow, wanting to cum again. Yet, no matter how much he tried to grope at himself, his climax didn't spill over the edge. Painful stimulation, but luckily not over stimulation for his poor, chastised self.
You are no longer who you were.
The voice returned, causing Brute to freeze without question.
You are a drone. A toy of pleasure for your master.
The voice commanded, solidifying its commands within Brute's weakened mind.
You may remember who you are, but that doesn't matter to who you serve.
You follow the commands of your master.
You obey them like a good dog, offering pleasure when they desire.
You serve them like a dog, never to disobey.
You are a good drone. A good toy. A good boy.
You will serve well.
It repeated, albeit with some alterations as the voice seem to see fit. Brute could only listen on without any complaint or thought, blank and desperately seeking pleasure as he kept trying to get himself to cum again. Lost in everything to not notice a door opening… Well, if he could hear past the voice.