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Brother Swapping 6

Meero and Keero. But who returned from Allocer?

“_So? That’s you? A newbie cracked the virus?”

“I wouldn’t say I cracked it alone. I had help and documentation. But yes.”

It was the same lab. Green lightning. Computers. Racks. Machines. However, everything was older tech, much older. Practically before the Net Crash.

A glance confirmed it, thanks to the presence of a Pentax 3 computer. It could barely process anything beyond basic implant data._

_Nevertheless, he’d done it. Cracked it open, forced the codes out, and now granted him access… Access to that shaft that was throbbing between his legs, rubbing against his cock… Against his balls.

“I knew I could trust you, little failed Derg.”

A hand stroked where his implants had been, stroked the scar tissue that ought to be covered by the steel. Another danced along his chest, along the scales, down to his absent erection.

Yet, the Elephant continued to groan and look satisfied, licking his chops while admiring that orange-colored body.

“Do I get a reward for that?”

“Have you been a good bitch?”

“I have.”

A hand smacked the testicles, smacked the ballsack. Pain, increased tenfold thanks to the virtues of implants, seared through his mind._

**Error: Sensory overload

Compensating

Compensating**

_The scene unfroze, with the searing pain still rushing through his nuts. He’d tensed and closed his thighs as reflexes, but the hands rushed to open them.

To pry his thighs open to expose his aching genitals.

“That’s not how it works, Derg. Open up.”

A gulp. But the thighs opened. Wider, wider until there was space… Until the fingers could reach for the base of the implants, where the locks were, and open them with a finger._

_Then… The legs were yanked away, removed. The pain was phantom, absent. Titillating the mind as he dangled over the bed, naked. No arms. No lower legs. Nothing to protect himself as he watched the remnants of his former implants.

Crocodile clips were raised, clicked before his eyes, before they closed onto his nipples. Two dug into his foreskin. And two more onto his ballsack, digging into the soft scales.

But he smiled._

_“Pain is a good motivator for those who are afraid. But you, Keero, I don’t know… You are so eager for more. You crave it. Do you?”

“Y-Yes.”

“Is it thanks to your implants?”

“I think… Go on. Turn it.”_

_The lips were smacked, licked. And then the Elephant turned to the old car battery attached to the system. A mere switch was flicked, and… Electric current rushed through his body, through his chest, through his nipples, through his cock, through his genitals.

There was a smell of burnt flesh. But the shocks made it all worthwhile… All pleasant-_

Partition 7 – Stored

Meero gasped.

He gasped and inhaled, smelling the scent of burnt flesh. It wasn’t real. But the shock and associated pain, the sensation of burning inside his testicles and body, was real. It was not… Thanks to the crocodile clips or anything. But simpler. His own implants.

He gargled and looked down, watching his body. Watching his torso and nothing else . No arms. No legs. He’d been stripped of those implants.

Instead, as he looked up, he saw Keero. Blue-scaled, with elongated horns. With those arms, Meero’s arms, onto him. It made him look stronger, more potent. No, it made him look almost like Meero, except for what was between his legs.

The formerly orange Dragon was reclined on his chair, fiddling with his anal orifice while still having that old headset on him. He chuckled, smiled, enjoying the situation while having his asshole stretched with two fingers in front of Meero.

An asshole that still oozed cum.

“Did you like it? That was certainly something else?”

“How… Can you take this?”

“Fucked up implants, that’s how,” explained Keero with a mischievous grin. He gripped his nipples, yanked on them as if to prove it. “Oh god. That feels so good.”

But the way he yanked it, it was on the edge of ripping it apart.

Meero grimaced and shook his head, glancing at the many IVs. Then back to the Keero.

“What will it be this time? The moment you… You got fucked by ten prisoners because you wanted it?”

“No. No. Don’t worry. I have much more,” said Keero, shaking his hand. “Come now. We’re diving.”

Partition 8 – Initialization

_The air was dusty. Warm. Burning. Every breath was pain.

The chemical compounds must have burned because the acrid smell filled every breath. Formaldehyde and acids, nitric acid.

But not only. Burnt plastic. Burnt aluminum. Burnt flesh._

_The whole place was engulfed in a dark cloud, blinding everyone and everything. Groans and moans and supplications came from a distance. But so came the pain, the horrible pain. Crushed bones everywhere, crushed legs, crushed arms. Every movement, even a breath, was a burn inside his lungs and outside.

The rib cage must have been crushed, so long for the augments and implants that were supposed to reinforce the bone density. Nothing, after all, could fight the weight of reinforced concrete landing on top of you.

But… The plating had endured the worst, leaving his limbs broken and not crushed into paste._

_Still, he grunted, trying to move. No dice. Too much weight, not enough strength. And then the cries. The sounds of fire, was someone shooting?

“SECURITY! SECURITY! HELP!”_

_It was Damin’s turn for the rounds. He must be there, he must be around. It is his duty to watch out for his lab. Much like the many Guards watching outside, making sure the ‘eggheads’ wouldn’t be hurt.

And as much as they teased one another, he trusted Damin to be there.

But…

No answers._

_“Damin! Security! Anyone! Help-! Help! I’m crushed!”

“Move!”

The shout surprised him. It was so distinct, so clear. Footsteps, boots crushing the concrete, and the flasks underneath. Someone was giving orders, forcing people to march on.

It couldn’t be the security team; they were too fast.

“HELP! HELP!” he shouted, fear and blood rushing to his brain._

_“Clear!”

He stopped. That voice, it was familiar.

And through the fog, there were hints of blue scales, of a face. Of someone much more muscular than he is. Meero was there. It had to be him.

“I have a civvy here. Alive. We-“

Chatter on a distant radio.

“Acknowledged.”

“MEERO! HELP ME!”_

A freeze. A glance over the shoulder. But that man was gone. It had to be him; only Meero would have turned, would have looked at him. But-

Partition 8 - Stored

Meero gasped. He breathed, feeling much lighter without concrete pressing on his back, crushing him, crushing his arms. He twitched, moved his fingers… Only for their phantom presence to hit him back. Cold pain, like being thrown in a pan.

It hurt. It damned hurt, something his brain was not used to. He relied on his implants so much, but in their absence, his body was… Cold.

“How was it?”

“I-I’m sorry, it happened,” mumbled Meero, out of breath. His Brother was still royally reclined, stroking himself… And this time, giving someone a blowjob. Or at least, sucking a Jaguar off between bouts of talking and rambling.

“You’re not sorry.”

“W-What?” asked Meero, raising an eyebrow.

“No. You’re not sorry because if you were, you would’ve started with this when we met. No. You are sorry because the consequences are finally catching up to you,” said Keero, wiping his lips and sucking the cum out of his thumb. “Shame.”

“I’m… I’m truly sorry! You know I offered to help you pay the bills! For your implants!”

“Peanuts.”

Silence.

“That’s what you offered me. Peanuts. And a ‘I understand your pain’ and a lodging. Perfect for me to land back on a job when you crushed me. Right?”

Meero gulped, looking down…

“Crap. Because if I’d been taken in one hour earlier, I could have kept my original spine.”

Meero listened: words, gargling, moans, and groans.

“Stop this.”

“Stop pleasing myself?” asked Keero after taking his sweet time. “You’re refusing me a life. You’re refusing me pleasure, too?”

“This is… Not you.”

“Oh. But this is me, Meero. Much like this…” said Keero, waving at himself. “Will be you, soon. A new you. A new Meero, better suited to his life. And instead… The Templars will have a new fucktoy named Meef.”

“I-“

Partition 9 – Initializing

_“Oh, yeah… That’s it! Punish me!”

The cries resonated in the room. Same with the sound of the whip hitting his back, the searing pain going through his abused and ruined spine. The lashes barely covered the many scars from the many surgeries, but with each hit, there was that moment of satisfaction and pleasure. That ecstasy._

_That hit… Much like the growing pleasure, the growing pressure is on his genitals.

No testicular lacing, no protection. Those? They were natural for the moment. Soon to be replaced, maybe. But they were crushed, steadily, by that cage while each person was taking a turn to turn the knob that closed the glass walls on the Dragon’s testicles.

Yet, he was happy._

_No, excited as the danger was coming. His body, covered with ink and insults, was the center of all their abuse and violence. They hated corporats, those who’d thrown them in prison.

He was their toy, their recipient of abuse, the thing they could break and repair. He was embracing it, embracing how much they could punch him, choke him, pummel him like they pummeled their guts._

_AAnd with each second, they turned the knob, raising the pressure to a dangerously high level. His toes curled, his eyes rolled, and he looked high. His fingers twitched so fast that they could no longer masturbate the offered cocks. Even his mouth was left alone.

“More!” “More!” “More!” “More!”

“… M-More,” he moaned, feeling the tension about to break._

Partition 9 – Stored

Meero cried and gasped, shaking his torso by clenching his abdominal muscles. That pain… He was crying. He was tearing up… It was something else. How could someone enjoy this? How could someone desire this?

Meero was crying, his eyes veiled as he snorted and watched around, seeing his Brother riding Rush’s dick, as if they were still on the seat, like a King on his throne. Except that the King had a bulging belly, he lovingly stroked while the Lion continued to pump and hump and push more cum into that distended belly.

“Ahh... What a memory, isn’t it?” asked Keero, grinning from ear to ear as his floppy cock flailed around, spraying something watery on the floor. “The moment I lost them!”

“That’s… that’s disgusting!” cried Meero, retching.

“That’s your Brother! That’s me!” said Keero, even pointing at himself with his thumb. “Me… Your Brother. The new Keero after you abandoned it.”

“You… Y-You’re crazy! It’s… It’s not Keero! It’s not him! You’re… You’re a monster!”

Keero’s riding stopped. For a second. For a moment. The Dragon’s head turned to the puppet; who gripped him by the legs and lifted him, having the Dragon reclining on that chest. He didn’t look comfortable, but he had that grin as he approached.

That headset was there, hiding his eyes. But from that grin, he might as well have crazy eyes.

Keero extended a hand while something moved. A faint beep, and something warm rushed into Keero’s back. Something warm, fuzzy, numb. Something that rushed to his brain.

A fast track that brought along pleasure, somehow. The end of the phantom pain. He gasped.

“How does it feel? It’s not like my system… But it’s good- ENOUGH!”

In one movement, Rush leaned forward, almost making Keero fall. Yet, the Dragon had prepared it because his fists had been armed… And it connected with Meero’s abdomen.

It connected, but it didn’t hurt as expected.

In fact, Meero blinked as he felt his abdomen was fuzzy and warm… And strange. Pleasant, too. Enough for his dangling dick to throb.

“Wh-What?” asked Meero, blinking and looking down. The more that fuzzy sensation spread, the more he felt excited, good even. “What’s that?”

“A… Mix of tricks. Just to make you feel good,” chuckled Keero as Rush grabbed him and secured him back, back to fucking him. To stuff the Dragon with cum.

“Don’t worry. I… Am ready. I am ready to let you experience what I have. But without pain. I… Am not a monster like you, Brother.”

Yet, as Meero blinked, he watched another puppet. The Jaguar. His hands closed into tight fists before he pummeled his stomach, his chest… His genitals.

“You’ll learn to love it!”

Partition 10 – Initializing

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_Neon lights above. The fake ceiling. The smell of dust, old smoke, cheap coffee, sweat, and bleach. A cocktail that was wrong to the nose, and compensated for by the smell of cologne coming from the Bear’s fur.

A kiss, a grumble… And there it was, the palm digging into the blue Dragon’s pants, gripping the underwear, and squeezing the genitals as they were stuck inside.

“How’s doing, my Derg?” asked the Bear, his thumb digging into the blue mouth, pulling on the lips._

_The green eyes were locked on him, fixated. Looking so familiar. Much like the powerful, rumbling voice, the squeeze was stronger, making the whole body shudder.

Making… The blue Dragon tremble and moan under the touch.

“Great. The ID worked perfectly, just like you planned.”

“Good. And the witnesses?”

“Locked. Stuck. Probably fucked by everyone,” purred the blue Dragon. “We’ll catch the Spider soon enough.”

“Good. That’s a good Derg.”_

_Sure, Keero was a good Derg. He was the best Derg around, even better than his Brother.

And even if they were in the agency, the blue Dragon did not relinquish his appetite. He reached for the Director’s pants, for the belt he yanked, and for the zipper he undid.

“Once the papers are done, I’ll have the crew filled in. You’ll be assigned to the intervention.”

“As a support?”

“As a good support,” nodded the Bear when Keero went on his knees._

_A boot approached Keero’s groin, giving it a firm squeeze. Practically a crushing touch that would have made anyone feel nauseated. But Keero grinned wholly; he even gasped in pleasure as he could feel it. A shot. A real shot. After… years. It was something sticky, warm, and dense. Something far more adequate for a stud. And yet inadequate when compared to the shaft he’d pulled from Keshan’s pants.

That cock was uncut, coated with sweat, and musky. It had even hints of saliva, of someone else who’d sucked it off.

“When will it happen?” mumbled Keero, kissing that cocktip. And then a lick. He didn’t fight the smell… He embraced it, sucking the tip off while the tongue nudged the frenum. A familiar touch that made the Bear grumble._

_“Two weeks. That’s as fast as I can push. What about the Boyfriend?”

“I’ll have him wrapped around my finger in a few,” said Keero, hefting the Bear’s balls before he looked up. “He fully believes me.”

“Good. Are you ready?” asked the Bear.

“Yes…. I want to pass out, Daddy,” said Keero._

_The hands locked onto his head.

Strong, powerful, and artificial. They could crush the bones and flesh, break that tiny brain inside that skull. Instead, they formed locks as they forced Keero to peel his head back. And then, to open his mouth.

Two thumbs had slipped inside the blue mouth, forcing it open before Keero had that musky shaft, as wide as his arm, approaching his mouth. Approaching his lips._

_He kept his lips open, his tongue guiding the organ further inside. Inch by inch, it advanced. And… Steadily, that shaft that’d been so massive and powerful and long. It disappeared.

It went inside his throat, through his gullet. Inch by inch, he could sense the pressure applied to his airways.

The crushing size, the overwhelming width._

_At the same time, the foot continued to crush the genitals, abusing them… All made to make him exhale and lose that composure.

No breath was to be held, nothing as that cock approached the base, and breathing was reduced to a trickle of air. A trickle that was smaller and smaller, not enough to stop the lips from becoming purple.

And then… Nothing._

_Breathing was impossible. No air was circulating; nothing could pass through due to that enormous cock forcing and bulging through. To the mast that was locking everything, making even deglutition impossible.

And… At the same time, Keero was happy. His throat weakly clenched the shaft while he was cumming into his underwear, enjoying that moment… That clarity of lust, of desires, of needs.

His vision was getting blurry, and his heartbeat was too fast. His sensations turned numb-_

Sensory Feedback cut

Meero gasped. He gasped and opened his eyes.

One breath, two, three. He was ragged, his eyes bloodshot. It was like he’d been underwater for far too long. And now, his lungs screamed for air, much like his heart asking for respite, his brain requesting anything to help.

“Back from the dive, fuck meat?”

Meero blinked, his hands extending to cover his face. But there were no hands. No limbs. He could only curse silently and close his eyes to avoid the searing sunlight while he was shaken left and right like a package.

That’s what he was now. A package. Something carried from one point of the prison to another… A package that was oozing cum onto his bearer’s back.

“That’s right. Another day,” said the Prisoner, leaving Meero to be rocked by the movement, only to watch the dusty shanty houses of the Templar district.

He closed his eyes… Trying to breathe, to control, to meditate.

Meditation, that’s what his therapist told him would help with the stress: mindfulness of body and action. But how could meditation help him?

No legs. No arms. He was but a meat bag.

One whose… Body had been ruined as he craned his neck, looking at the straps wrapped over his torso, and then to his… Genitals.

No. Keero’s.

The bright orange was his. Much like the ridiculous size, or their coldness… Or the wrongness of their presence.

A presence he still hated even as he tried to focus on something else.

He… Remembered the tendrils Keero had forced down his shaft.

“That’s the only way I can fix that,” Keero had said.

But it must have been a gleeful moment for Keero to squeeze orgasms after orgasms out of Meero thanks to the sounding probe before he’d activated the locks. And…

Then… Much like in a parody, Meero had been witness… Witness as his shaft and balls dropped on the floor like dead weight.

Cum had been splashing out of the gaping space that had been his groin, a mix of flesh and implant connectors. The same gaping space Keero bore when he presented his own implants, his own modified genitals to Meero. A swap, he’d said.

“I’m borrowing them for later,” he’d said.

But Meero knew… it wasn’t an act of borrowing. Not when Keero had been so keen on fingering his new borrowed cock. Not when Meero’s former shaft, blue and augmented, had been the source of all sorts of abuse: hits, clippings, gnawing… Even injections.

Sensations Meero had been on the receiving end, connected to it.

Even now… Even if Keero was passed out, Meero could feel his shaft being crushed under the Bear’s feet, could sense his testicles being abused and narrowly broken.

He would have teared up if he could.

Instead, he threw his head back, taking a sharp breath between his clenched teeth.

“What’s that? The slut is having fun with you, corporat?”

No answer from Meero.

Not that he could answer. His vocal cords were still locked. A parting gift from Keero before they fled through the main doors, using Meero’s recently implanted ID to pass the gates.

“Fuck yeah! That’s what you deserve, Bitch Wolf!”

A gargle answered the smack and the whip.

Meero turned his head, watching him for the third time in the few days. Klen. Dessi had fled. But the Wolf had been captured, and now, he was stuck on a pillory with men from the lower ranks enjoying him.

Hooked on IVs, the Wolf wouldn’t be left to die from dehydration or exhaustion: a cocktail of amphetamines kept him awake, as long as his body could endure.

But he was already showing signs of an imminent collapse. Klen’s body was a quivering mess, and his shaved testicles, hooked with weight and with IVs implanted on them, had taken a purple color. He wasn’t even hard anymore, even though he was gasping and moaning with a stupid expression.

Klen’s eyes did not even focus on Meero as he was carried around; a lot to say about the remnants of the rapist’s mind.

Then, with a turn, the Wolf disappeared.

Meero was brought somewhere. He didn’t know the entire district, but there was a place where… Where some Guards could come.

He could smell them. Then, with a growl, he was inside a building that smelled like piss and had the look of a former shower room.

However, it was different.

There, a plethora of men were aligned. Gagged, bound, their limbs removed. Either failures, traitors, outsiders… or merely people the Templars wanted gone.

“It’s public duty for you,” said the carrier before he dropped Meero near one of those bound fuckers. “Keero wants you to stay ready all day. Seems he has plans for you.”

Keero always had plans.

But if today was special, it meant something terrible. Cold shudders ran through Meero’s spine as he was strapped to the wall. The Gator in front of him grabbed a blindfold hanging from the walls, damp and dirty, before fitting it over Meero’s face.

Then, the plastic tube was forced into his mouth, keeping it from closing. His body was secured, unable to move… And even his ears were plugged, leaving him in the dark.

Leaving him unable to feel anything unless it was the damp air surrounding him, the heavy steps around, and then… The dicks presented to his mouth.

There were usually no warnings except a stroke on his muzzle. And that was for the most careful.

Others, the majority, were going all in, thrusting inside his mouth.

He gagged, of course. But he was forced to endure what was a throatfuck, with the dicks of all sorts and sizes pummeling his uvula and beyond. Sometimes he choked. Sometimes it was too small. Sometimes it ended with nothing. Sometimes it ended with a cumshot he had to swallow. Sometimes they ended on his face.

But in the end, he was… But a toy. A sextoy they had the leisure to use, gripping his head and fucking his mouth.

He wasn’t free. He wasn’t even a prisoner here. He was a toy. A thing. Nothing more than an object, like the many who’d been attached here and then more.

He was also a witness. A fleshlight. A favor to be exchanged between the Templars and Fleshie. He had no self left, no identity. He had no name except fuck meat, meat bag, fucker, or sweet Crocky.

Meef? They no longer used it. They didn’t even deign to name him, except to call him ‘it’. And then what? He-

Sensory Feedback initialized

_He held a beer in his hand, watching the TV.

The living room reeked of sex and dicks, though there was only him, it seemed. Still, the blue Dragon was fingering himself on the sofa, enjoying the squelching sound of his asshole getting stretched.

“Oh… Yeah. Love to see you back, Brother. How’s your day?” asked Keero out loud, chuckling. “Terrible, I guess. They tell me you make a fine toy.”_

_The blue Dragon’s fingers danced upon his rim. Some went in; most stroked the wrinkled entrance as he turned his head to the television.

It wasn’t porn. It wasn’t a sensual movie with a few hot moments. No… It was another spectacle of the Templars’ destruction, a report of another Ziggurat that had been destroyed in another country.

“Ah. Nothing is better than beating your meat after another victory,” purred Keero, inserting four fingers inside._

_Four fingers that were pumping in and out, yanking and pulling on the accustomed rim while making the Blue Dragon moan. His mouth opened, his tongue danced on his teeth, and sampled the faint aroma of cum and cheap coffee before he leaned… And almost went for the fifth finger, his thumb dancing on the entrance.

“Oh, yeah… That’s a great day. Plus. We got a surprise for you, Ervon and me. He’ll probably be here in a few minutes, giving us time.”_

_Time… Time Keero used to finger and play, to have his entrance stretched and widened. It burned without the lube, but such pain made the Blue Dragon smile and groan, his lips smacking.

“Fuck… I had to pull a favor to make sure you weren't busy. Even if they caught your friends and all in prison, thanks to Fleshie. The Templars prefer your hole; it feels like mine.”

Keero even chuckled, pulling his four fingers out, narrowly forcing the hole to prolapse due to the pressure the rim exerted on the fingers. But then, he inserted them again, his entrance practically on fire while his cock throbbed harder.

“They prefer mine, of course. But I am too busy for that. Sorry, Brother, you have to catch up on things for me,” laughed the Dragon, looking down._

_He looked at his erect cock, and then… He slapped those nuts.

The pain soared through, but so followed the dash of pleasure, the high that was without equal. And soon, Keero was smacking his nuts, beating them with his reinforced hands.

“Fuck… Nothing is as good as beating your nuts back and blue, Brother. Oh… Fuck. Your med-tech is even begging me to stop hitting them…. But fuck! Maybe I should band them,” said Keero, reaching for something on the table._

_Not bands. But a clip, a clip he attached to the scrotum, pulling on the skin to tense them. And then another, clipping the skin until it was taught around the massive orbs.

He licked his lips and then… Flicked them.

Pain soared again, with many messages before Keero’s eyes. But he was smiling, grinning, and that cocktip was drenched in cum.

“You had such an easy life, Brother. Plus, you didn’t know, but your boyfriend is such a kinky man. It’d be a shame if he preferred this version over yours, right?”_

_Another flick of the artificial fingers, another high. No, another hiss from Keero as he bit his lips. The ferrous taste filled his lips, replacing the stench of cum while Keero’s eyes rolled and… His hips were shaking.

“Fuck… if I didn’t have to… Keep them for him. I’d have your balls crushed, Brother. I would love to watch it with you. Maybe… Maybe I’ll have you brought back here. You’ll love the changes to the department. And to your body. Did… Did I tell you I even got a new tattoo on your nuts? A little cross. It’s not activated yet, but I plan to show it to Ervon. He’ll like it.”_

_Keero continued to prattle and laugh, his fingers returning to his asshole that was gaping and aching. But his free hand was on his cock, stroking it, giving it a few squeezes. He even smacked it with his palm, making the pain soar through his body.

But Keero couldn’t stop smiling.

“Oh… I’ll maybe ask for a little implants for your genitals. Something with increased pain receptors. I’m sure you’ll love it.”_

_Keero was purring at that point, his head thrown back and his eyes closed. The television was still blaring chatter about chaos and destroyed ziggurats.

But it seemed Keero was getting off from it, since whenever a big Corporate name cropped up, he moaned louder.

His pumping went faster, his fingering went faster. And then… The testicles were pulled, the scrotum pulling in all directions thanks to the clips and the testicular lacing.

A hit of pleasure and shots, a hit of pain and delight that made Keero groan and smile… And shoot._

_Cum, warm and sticky, landed all over his body. Over his chest, even on his face, though most went on his belly. And then, he dropped.

He went supine, his afterglow completed by more sighs and gasps, by his hips weakly humping. Remained the pain from the clips digging into the soft scrotum, while his hands pulled out of his rim.

He licked them, sampling the taste of ass and… Cheap lube. And faintly of cum.

Cum he licked, before he collected what was on his belly to lick it.

“Maybe one day I’ll be able to… Forgive you, Meero. But you’ve taken so much and given so little. Oh… I might need to enjoy this for a few more years. You know, to find a therapist, get healed, and be better, right?”_

_His childish glee and cackle were enough to say he wasn’t genuine. Not when he reclined on the sofa, pulling the clips off and putting them aside in one of the coffee table’s drawers.

Then, still sticking and covered with his fluids, the Dragon waited. He switched channels, going for more news, then settled on a football match until…

Key._

_Someone entered the apartment, and Keero stood up from the sofa in his birthday suit, stretching and looking at the entrance. With the light pouring in and Ervon entering, turning on the neon lights.

“Ouh. Smells like someone had his fun,” said Ervon, closing the door, putting a box aside, and yanking his shirt away. “What do I owe the pleasure to, Babe?”

“A celebration. I’ll be promoted soon,” said Keero, gleeful as he approached, helping Ervon make himself comfortable._

_After a full day of physical activity, the green Dragon’s musk was overwhelming and strong. So strong, it elicited many requests for a quick shower before they did anything. Not anymore as Keero approached, going for a kiss while stroking Ervon’s abdominal muscles and then poking at the belt.

“Oh? Promoted?” asked Ervon, his joy genuine. “What did my Steel Addict do?”

“Nothing. Just helped with another case,” said Keero, undoing the belt buckle and then yanking the leather belt out… Just so he could grab those pants and pull them down… To admire those powerful legs… And that damp jockstrap he gripped.

Keero fondled Ervon. He fondled Meero’s boyfriend. And Ervon answered with a kiss, with a groan, with his hands going for Keero’s posterior, smacking it._

_“And now. I am so excited, I want nothing but you,” said Keero, unfeigned.

“Sir. What did you do to my boyfriend? Where is he now?” answered Ervon, his voice flat.

Heartbeat going faster, the hands slowing a little, and then a chuckle. A shared chuckle.

“I have captured your boyfriend, and he’s now in a prison he’ll never escape from. But maybe you can punish a criminal, and… Teach me a lesson in the bedroom,” replied Keero, his brows wagging and his shoulders rolling.

“Ohhh, gladly. Let’s go. Let me grab your gift.”_

_Ervon’s smile was genuine as he kicked his pants off and then reached for Keero’s face for a stroke. Then, after Ervon had grabbed the box, Keero had to walk backward to their bedroom, which was still smelling funny from their morning bout.

A push from the trainer, and Keero was on his back. No… Worse, he had his legs spread and open, welcoming his ‘lover’, who gripped his buttcheeks.

“Oh no. You might have to do a cavity search to find my secret plans,” said Keero, his voice dramatic.

“Who hides his plans inside his ass?” replied Ervon, still going on his knees at the bed’s edge, going for the lick and the tickling with his tongue.

“The same criminals you punish by dicking them,” replied Keero, biting his lips._

_Ervon’s tongue was back, stroking and licking. More than that, his fingers were dancing and teasing the entrance before they plunged inside. One, two, three, four… Five. Practically a fisting, though he used both hands to explore while licking the rim.

“Babe, you lubed your hole?”

“I trained and… Came. You know, to make it fit easier.”

“You could use your implants for that.”

A break, Keero raising his index finger as he smiled.

“I could. But I promised I wouldn’t be flexing on my implants anymore.”

“And now, you’re taking my words against you.”

“No. I am making sure our sex life is even better.”_

_Keero’s voice was silly, but his genuine satisfaction was unfeigned, especially when Ervon’s cock slapped against his genitals and balls. When the green Dragon’s cock, not as big as Keero’s, went around… And then pressed inside Keero’s depths.

“One day, Babe, you’ll need to explain to me how it went down during those weeks.”

“It’s secret defense,” answered Keero, smiling and huffing a little. “But I promise. It was a real change of perspective.”_

_Ervon visibly rolled his eyes. But so did his shoulders and hips before his cock pressed against Keero’s entrance. Against that rim hat had been fucked, abused, stretched so much, it could take that dick easily.

However, the sphincter was tighter than usual. So much tighter it was taking Ervon time to insert his whole length inside. A long, tedious process with many groans and moans. With the green Dragon trembling and shaking while his tip nudged the entrance.

Further… And further.

The pleasure of that cock inside Keero was already extremely intense, but a moment later… A numbness overwhelmed Keero’s entrance._

_Sure, the Blue Dragon moaned and sighed. But he had to feign more than what he experienced as Ervon’s cock prodded forward before going back and forth with little tug, with little restrictions.

“Hrmph… That’s good,” groaned the Trainer, his lips curling into a grin while Keero reached for his cock, stroking it. Pulling on the foreskin, unveiling the large glans… The bulging corona, before he grinned.

“Not as good as taking it, Ervon,” purred Keero, grinning and then whispering to himself. “Your boyfriend’s dick is good. Too bad it’s not augmented.”_

_“You said something?”

Ervon’s voice cut through the moment, through Keero stroking himself. The Blue Dragon froze, looking at the ceiling while his hands moved on their own volition.

“Oh… Yeah. I was… Thinking how good it is to be back with you.”

“You’ve been back for weeks.”

“But it’s much better when I’m with you,” purred Keero. “When you fuck me like you want.”

“Well.”

“Well?”

“Well. Babe. Since you’re more used to taking my dick… We could do it… More rough?”

“More rough? Oh, you know how to talk to me.”_

_A second later, Ervon’s cock was out. His hands went on Keero, pushing him further onto the bed before he clambered onto it. Then, he grabbed Keero’s legs and spread them.

He forced them apart, then almost folded Keero like a pretzel. A mating press, that was the idea, and Ervon’s pendulous cock was already threatening Keero with a good moment.

“You can say stop,” said Ervon, smiling.

“I won’t say stop. So… Go on, punish me, Daddy,” purred Keero._

_The word aroused Ervon’s lust more than anything before.

He did not wait, and his dick plunged right into Keero’s asshole, stretching and punching the Dragon’s guts. Dragon, who smiled, laughed even, and sighed while his stomach bulged from the Green Dragon’s cock. And he did not have to feign interest.

Ervon was… Fucking._

_He had that feral attitude and display Meero had never seen before.

A grin, vicious. A tongue dancing upon his lips to lick them. And a cock that was punching Keero’s asshole, stretching the augmented rim with a fiery touch that heightened the sensation.

It was everything Keero could have asked for, it seemed. Keero smiled, gasped, and moaned. And begged for more. More, as he came upon himself, the testicles were pulled by the testicular lacing before Ervon forced him on the side.

Then on the belly, practically humping that plump ass until the bed broke beneath them.

“S-Shit!” shouted Ervon, almost cutting through his pace.

“Don’t worry. I’ll get promoted. I’ll… Get us a new bed, Daddy,” answered Keero, his voice tender as he beckoned the Green Dragon into a kiss._

_A kiss that resumed the fucking, amidst the remnants of the bedding, while Keero came. And came… And came. On the sheets, on the mattress, even on the floor.

Each angle was another way for him to cum, while Ervon’s stamina was impressive. Same for his desire not to cum as he kept edging and edging, as he slowed down when his orgasm must be near, so that he could keep up with Keero’s stamina.

And then… At the apex, with Keero riding Ervon’s cock while they were on the bed’s edge, Ervon came._

_Not much. Not like anyone with a testicular lacing. But he came. He came, and that fuzzy sensation seemed to be good enough for Keero.

Good enough for the Blue Dragon to purr, sigh, and stroke his belly while pressing his back against that natural and unmodified chest.

“Oh… That… That was good,” said Keero, his voice soft.

“You’re spent?”

“I was… After the third orgasm. But another one, and I might start shooting dust.”_

_That wasn’t the case. Keero’s balls were still churning, the testicular lacing working at full regimen to compensate.

But the joke was enough to get Ervon smiling and kissing Keero’s neck. And to grab his cock, to stroke it, to watch how the organ was limp.

“You want it?”

“Sure, I want it,” said Keero, his tail coiling to catch what they left on the bed’s edge. A box, black, practically innocuous before he presented it to Ervon, who grabbed it._

_Before Keero’s eyes, Ervon opened that box and pulled a chain collar with a key dangling from it. Then, it was the true gift. The toy, the trinket that made Keero bite his lips.

A cage. A practically custom-made chastity cage. Not a flat cockcage, but it was a metal cage with rings that would dig into his flesh.

And he smiled, watching as Ervon opened it.

“Do it,” whispered Keero.

And so, Ervon grabbed Keero’s nuts, a bit too strong, though Keero’s pain receptors exploded with pleasure._

_His cock, forcefully limp, was slipped inside the cage, up until the tip grazed the cold metal, while his scrotum was pulled by the metal ring securing the cage. A few more movements, a few adjustments. And then the lock was closed, and Keero watched Ervon put on the chain collar. With the key nestled between his pectorals.

He was beaming in that situation, his grin unfeigned as he reached for Keero’s cock.

“So… Babe. Not so big anymore?” he asked.

“Not so big anymore,” confirmed Keero, reaching for a kiss. “Thank you for helping me see the truth. I don’t need to compensate anymore.”

“That’s true. Plus, I can now walk after we’re done.”

“I sure hope you won’t let me walk after we’re done, from now on.”

“Sure thing,” answered Ervon, pushing for the kiss, too._

Sensory Feedback cut

-

System Check: 9 PM. a£()3 days since your incarceration. Allocer, Your forever Home.

“That’s him?”

Fuck Meat blinked as the blindfold was removed. It was light, real light for its eyes. Not something forced on its sensors or shared. It was real, and it would have cried. No… It even cried as it watched the captors around.

Templars, always the Templars or the Guards. The latter were the worst and most creative in their abuse. But the Templars were more, much more.

They could be cruel, too. Much like how a black-furred Lion stepped closer, his feet closing on Fuck Meat’s genitals, on the tiny, cream-colored nuts, and on that cocklet.

One step, and that Lion could crush it. He… He looked so familiar.

“Hello. Did you enjoy our little private ceremony?”

Fuck Meat cried, but nodded.

Oh… It had felt it. The kiss, the fingering, the fucking, the public display, the hits. Everything that’d been unleashed on someone that wasn’t there.

It would have hoped to become numb from this, but it wasn’t possible.

It had to experience them like how… Master wanted it.

The Dragon wanted it raw and brutal.

Then… With that hand, the black Lion reached for the ball gag, yanking it out.

Fuck Meat’s jaw dropped. It tried to close it, but frowned. Then it looked up at the sneering Lion while closing that stupid mouth.

“You want to say something? Say it.”

Fuck Meat’s eyes were wet. It could barely see now; the light was blinding. But it closed the mouth, then reopened it. It’s been so long. It… Tried to blow air. Then it frowned.

“Forgot how to speak?”

Fuck Meat nodded.

Fuck Meat had forgotten so many things. Something had changed. They’d changed it, too. Slowly at first, but now. Fuck Meat’s body was different.

Fuck Meat wasn’t excreting. Fuck Meat didn’t need much; it only needed cum to survive and thrive.

And Fuck Meat was hungry, the stomach grumbling and the lips parched.

“That’s a shame. I was about to release you and bring you back to your life. Honestly… It might be time to reveal to Ervon that his favorite Derg is not you. But he might have noticed.”

Fuck Meat blinked. Ervon. It heard the name when he was forced to see.

“So, if you can beg, I can drag you out.”

Fuck Meat again closed the mouth and opened it, this time with a faint whistling sound. Almost a vowel.

“Or…”

Fuck Meat stopped.

“If you say nothing… I can keep you here with all the dicks. And reward you,” said the Lion, his feet digging deeper. “I can make everything feel good again. You like it when everything feels good, right?”

Fuck Meat nodded.

“You’d prefer to stay here than return?”

Fuck Meat nodded again, frantically.

Pleasure. Fuck Meat wanted pleasure. Being fucked in the mouth felt good. Being fucked felt good. Even the toys inserted in the dicklet felt good.

Everything that was sexual felt good. It preferred that over the leering world, the beating, or the cruelty.

Cruelty they always offered in ample amounts, punishing Fuck Meat when it did not suck well enough or when the hole couldn’t close on its own.

Then… The whistling turned into a real sound. A word.

“Y-Yes.”

“Yes?” asked the Lion, chuckling. “You want to stay here, Meero? To be a good fuck meat?”

“Yes.”

“If you do that, Ervon will stay mine. I’ll keep your identity outside.”

Fuck Meat stayed quiet.

“Say No.”

Fuck Meat frowned, shaking his head and the tears away before a word tentatively came forth: “No.”

“Good Meero. See. That wasn’t so difficult,” said the Lion, patting Fuck Meat’s head.

**Instruction: Increase pleasure sensitivity to 200%

Danger: Do you want to increase the sensitivity beyond 50%

> Yes**

“Good. Let’s use you,” said the Lion, gripping Fuck Meat’s head. And the moment that thick cock pressed against Fuck Meat’s lips… Fuck Meat knew it was the right choice.

Bliss welcomed the ruined Dragon, crushing everything away. Crushing pain. Worries. Horror. Disgust about what it had become. Meero was Fuck Meat and nothing more. A good toy for everyone to use. Not someone who'd be an idiot coming from outside or who’d have angered the Templars.

Fuck Meat was a good toy. It was a good bitch. It was-

Sensory Feedback Initialized

_The Needle was but a finger away, held by Keshan while the Bear kissed Keero’s forehead.

Already, those testicles were swollen, so much more than they ought to be. So big, they were practically grapefruit and contrasting with the flat cock cage the Dragon wore.

But… That was perfect. Perfect as Keero grabbed the hand and guided it down, guided the needle to pierce the soft scales, the organ… And go right into the implants’ machinery.

It felt cold._

_Damn cold.

Keero smiled, laughed, and grinned. His lips hurt so much as he laughed, and cried. Cried when the pain was so intense and the pleasure so high, he was crying. The cold liquid rushed through his gonads.

And with it came the error messages. The contracting lacing tried to push out the corrosive liquid. The burn… The drug was currently targeting the Dragon’s last reproductive cells._

_The sole result was for Keero to ejaculate, his almost watery semen spewing out of the cage, like a spray, while he smacked his nuts, hit them, beat them. Keshan wasn’t stopping him. No, the Bear kissed and even shushed the Dragon as Keero cried, smiled, and shouted.

“Goodbye, Meero! We won’t miss you!” he said, finally crushing the last part of Meero Scalebane._