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[b][u][center]Cyber-Training the Punk Away

Part 2

For Damiekinz

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Ewan woke in darkness, and he didn’t know if it was real or just his imagination. All he knew was that the world felt smaller and he didn’t feel particularly [i]well[/i] after whatever had knocked him out had finally worn off. The badger groaned, shifting back and forth as best he could –

He was tied up, he realized. Well, that was pretty obvious when he couldn’t pull his hands up to rub his face, he supposed; that wasn’t some great logical leap. He shook his head, only to feel something pressing against his face.

[i]…Is that…yeah, that’s a blindfold…[/i]

That, combined with the fact that his arms were tied down to what felt like the arms of a chair, probably meant that he’d been apprehended by the security guards. The gas must have –

[i]Hands on his ass, big, firm fingers spreading his cheeks after stripping his pants from him. The warm breath of someone kneeling down and looking at his asshole as the cheeks were kept apart. The pressure of digits rubbing around his rim, and –[/i]

Ewan blushed, his cheeks burning under the blindfold as memories of his drugged state started coming back to him. Clearly, this place wasn’t going to be nice to him, but at the same time, it was hard not to feel a little aroused from that kind of…attention.

And arousal…

He blinked as he felt more and more as his body woke up. There were…things…around his dick, some kind of pad that was pressed firmly to his cock flesh and along his balls. Not hard, but almost like some kind of gel that had been stuck to him and pressed firmly there to make sure that it wouldn’t fall off.

[i]Weird…[/i]

He tried to sit up a little straighter, only to hiss as soon as a buttplug pressed right against his prostate. The badger huffed through clenched teeth as he shifted back and forth on his seat, trying and failing to find that first position that didn’t make him hyper-aware of the metal plug that was rammed right into his hole.

[i]How…[/i]

Well, he’d been drugged and unconscious, so he supposed it wasn’t that hard to figure out how they had done that. But still, it was…it was certainly something to…mmmph…

The badger huffed to himself, trying to focus through the various stimuli sneaking in as he woke up. The buttplug, the electrodes along his cock and balls, the bondage to the chair, the blindfold: it all screamed some sort of interrogation, and he didn’t like the implications of that.

[i]They don’t just want to get rid of me. They want to know who I am, why I’m here…[/i]

And that meant that they were probably going to disappear him. Make him one of the products. How was he supposed to deal with that? He…he was just a college student, just barely out of university. Oh, sure, he’d been making little gadgets and getting by, even solving a few minor cases for people that wanted to throw him some money, but this…this was way beyond anything that he had experienced before. His heart leaped in his throat, pumping and thudding against his rib cage, and he barely kept himself from whimpering.

[i]Oh god…Oh, god, this is bad…[/i]

There had to be some weakness in the ties, right? There were people that got free of these things all the time, right? People that knew what they were doing, admittedly, agents that had been on the streets for years and knew how to fight back, but – but maybe he had some good luck coming. He could – maybe he could find some badly-done knot, or, or some binding that wasn’t pulled quite tight enough.

Ewan wasn’t going to just sit there. He wasn’t going to just surrender. He was going to get the fuck out of there.

Throwing one arm against the restraints, then the other, he kept rocking back and forth on the chair. The legs scraped against the floor, metal against concrete, and every time that he shifted his weight on the chair, his cheeks squished down against a firm padding, and – mmph – right down on the plug, grinding it into him again. Up, down, up, down, always sliding his hole and his prostate against that plug, until –

“Well, well. Looks like our newest meat is finally awake.”

Another voice, but not one of the ones that he’d heard when he was sneaking around. Ewan stopped throwing himself around as soon as he heard it, trying to turn his head toward its source. But the sound…it was so echoey in here…

“Don’t bother trying to figure out where you are. Soon as we realized we had an intruder, we moved to a different safehouse,” the voice said, moving around him, circling around him. “Even if you were able to figure out how to get out of those restraints, you’d be trying to escape a completely different facility.”

Ewan said nothing. Hell, he wasn’t sure he could have said anything; his heart was in his throat, his breath was coming so shallow that he wasn’t sure that he could get enough to stay conscious, and his mind was running a mile a minute. Another safehouse? Why did they need more than one? What the hell was he going to do now?

“I imagine that you’re already aware of the things that we’re doing down here, as well as your inevitable fate. But, let’s keep the game going just a little bit longer. After all, our buyers are…rather keen to not be tracked. If you give me the right answers, I might let you go. With a mind-wipe, of course; can’t have you trying to sneak back down here after…who was it, I wonder? Who was the one that made you so intent on finding them and saving them?”

He didn’t answer. If they didn’t know, he didn’t want to make it easy for them.

“Hmmm, silence. An effective tool, at times, with lie detectors.”

Lie detectors. Right. They were going to make sure that he couldn’t just fib his way back to the surface. No getting around that.

“But silence can be encouraged to flee. And it will flee quite quickly with you, I think.”

He heard the speaker pull a chair up beside him, and the soft thump of them sitting in it. A pair of blunt claws stroked down his arm, and he barely kept himself from flinching away.

“Here’s the way that this is going to go, badger. I’m going to ask you questions. And you’re going to answer them. If you lie, the buzzer goes off, and we have to ask the question again. If you stay quiet, we’ll have to persuade you to start talking. And that’s going to be quite the little…session…for you.”

“…What answers will let me leave?” Ewan asked, trying to turn his head toward the voice but not sure just where it was.

“That, heh, we will keep to ourselves. But suffice to say, honest answers that cause us enough trouble might lead to us letting you go instead of keeping you around. But…they will have to be honest.”

“…”

“So, let’s start with some obvious ones. What’s your name, badger?”

“Go to hell,” he muttered.

“Hardly a name to be found in a database. Want to try again?”

“No. Go to hell. I’m not…I’m not going to just…do what you say,” Ewan said, struggling to hold onto that initial surge of bravery that gave him the guts to say it in the first place.

“Hmm, I was hoping you’d say that. Start the process. Three minutes to soften him up,” the speaker said.

Ewan hissed, sucking in a breath of air as the buttplug started to vibrate. It hummed right against his prostate, forcing his cock to rise in turn, but – but there was something else going on back there. Wetness, warmth, something heated spreading beneath him. His toes curled against the floor as he felt it tingling, buzzing, and then…then getting absorbed through his inner walls, spreading through him.

“Ah…ah…”

He couldn’t get a word out as his hole felt more sensitive by the second, the strange ooze spreading against his prostate and then…then almost felt like it was spreading up his spine, like it was hopping from one nerve cell to another. Even as he squirmed, gasping and grinding his ass back against the chair and the plug, the electrodes started firing, too.

“Nnngh!”

The badger’s cock twitched, pulsing upward, and it was like he could feel every single inch of his shaft at once. He couldn’t see, couldn’t see a damn thing, but the thick black rod was easy to imagine. He could see it in his mind’s eye, could see it with no less than five electrodes placed over the shaft, two on each side and one just on the top of his dick, barely avoiding covering the urethra.

And they pulsed.

“Nnngh!”

Another little twitch of his hips as they somehow hummed and pulsed with electricity. He kept waiting for the pain of e-stim, but there was none of that. Instead, it was like they were attacking his nerves directly, force-inducing bursts of pleasure. It shimmered through him, like phantom waves of sliding his dick into someone else, or the feeling of a handjob, or – or – or –

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

How long had it been? A minute? Maybe not even that; his cock ached and throbbed between his legs, already desperate to cum, but…but…

“Nnngh…mmmph…”

Pulse. Hum. Twitch. Squeeze. Whether it was the humming buttplug in his ass grinding right up against his prostate or the feeling of the electrodes manipulating his own nerves to make him feel like he was fucking-getting sucked-getting stroked, he was overwhelmed with pleasure and bliss. His entire body felt like it was on the cusp of orgasm already, and his eyes were rolling back in their sockets. He bucked his hips, trying to find something, and pushed back, grinding down on that solid plug…

But it wasn’t enough.

Thrumming away, the electrodes blasted his cock with their strange signal, running invisible fingers up his shaft, then attacking his balls with invisible tongues. It was like an entire harem was between his legs, trying to get him off, trying to make him blow his load, but his body wouldn’t play along.

He couldn’t catch his breath. He could barely get enough air as he gasped and whimpered from the pure pleasure that throbbed through him. Thumping his heels against the floor, grinding his ass back against the plug without even thinking about it, he could hear his own voice at the edge of his awareness.

“Please, please, please, please –”

Ewan clenched his jaws shut, trying to stop that, at least, and he just about managed it, keeping his mouth closed and turning it back to whimpers again. The pleasure continued, rolling through him like waves of blissful torment, drawing his dick to the hardest that it had ever been, and just…holding it there.

Dripping.

Oozing.

Pulsing.

Then it stopped.

Or at least, the stimulation did. Whatever the plug had been putting off, whatever slime had filled his ass, was still there, and the effects that it had on his mind and body were still…potent. Ewan panted for breath as he felt hot, hot and a little bit sweaty down the middle of his back. His body…his body was hyper-sensitive now, and he could feel the cool metal under his arms and the throbbing tingle in his anus all the more. Everything was screaming at him for relief, but…

But the slime…

And whatever else was going on…It stopped him. No matter how much he wanted to, his body didn’t want to go over the edge.

“That was a little taste,” the voice said, this time coming from the other side. “A little reminder of what we can do to your body at any time. If you don’t want to answer us, then we’ll just put you through another one. So, let’s try that again, hmm? What’s your name?”

The badger hesitated, but not for long. It was just a name. They were going to find that part out eventually, anyway; if they had his name now, then he could at least stave off another thing like that. Find a little good will, maybe.

“Ewan. Ewan Brant.”

“That’s good, meat. That’s very good. Ewan Brant…Not a big name, clearly, but nobody starts big, do they?”

“No…No, they don’t.”

“And depending on the answers you give us, you might not get to go anywhere big at all.”

“…”

“Now, next question. Where are you from?”

“…College.”

“Which college?”

“Upside. North-city.”

“Very good, very good. And why are you here, hmmm? A friend? Someone more?”

Ewan bit his lip. That was getting closer to dangerous territory. If he answered that the wrong way –

“Mmmm, good. I’m glad to see that you didn’t just break on the first session. Put him in for another hour; that’ll start softening his brain up properly.”

“Wait, wait!” Ewan shouted, whipping his head around to the source of the voice. “I – I didn’t refuse. I just –”

“You refused with your silence, meat. I hope that you enjoyed that first little taste of the machines; they’re going to be much more efficient this time around. Oh, and I hope that you don’t plan on cumming; that’s a pleasure reserved for those that do what they’re told. And clearly, you don’t know how to do that yet.”

Ewan shook his head, trying and failing to find something to say to keep his dignity. The footsteps of his interrogator echoed through the room for a few seconds before a door opened and then slammed shut. He was alone, or at least, he felt alone.

[i]No, no, no, no…[/i]

He was smart enough to know what the goo had to be. It was both aphrodisiac and nerve blocker, feeding him pleasure after pleasure without letting him trip that final connection. All he’d be able to feel was constant edging, pushing him further and further along, breaking him with the raw need to blow his load, and –

[i]Fuck, this isn’t supposed to be out there! This is against the rules of ethics, this is – FUCK![/i]

The machine stole his breath away as it kicked in again, the buttplug ramping up to a full-strength vibe right off the bat. More of the ooze spread through his insides, already soaking into his inner walls, making his prostate feel bigger, more sensitive, all the while his cock jumped in the grips of the electrodes.

The blindfolded badger couldn’t see anything, couldn’t hear anything but himself and the hum of the engine under him. Thrum, thrum, thrum went the buttplug, randomizing the stimulation so that he never entirely got used to it, always feeling something different, something new as it rubbed against him and –

Zzzzzzzt!

He almost screamed as he leaned back and managed to lodge the plug against him in a far more sensitive way. He thumped his legs against the floor, feeling the bindings around his ankles sliding up and down against his ankles and the tops of his feet. Just tight enough to keep him from sliding out, not quite tight enough to keep him from thumping about.

“Nnngh…ah…ah…”

His moans were louder than he could bear, echoing back at him as if mocking him for taking the pleasure so hard. His cock throbbed, briefly pulling his attention away from his ass, making him focus on the slippery, wet rod between his legs and the –

Lick.

Suck.

Stroke.

Fuck.

Endless stimulation rained down on his cock, making him feel like it was doing so many different things all at once. Sliding into an eager girl. Getting squeezed by a tight little ass. Having the jiggles of a good rump against his crotch, having the wetness of a pussy against his balls. All of those things were hitting him at once, flooding his imagination with a dozen different realities.

“Please…”

No, no begging. He could stop that. He could keep that back, at least.

And yet, as he clenched his teeth shut, as his hole swelled from the constant vibrations and the clenching in response, he couldn’t help but be drawn deeper. His imagination went from seeing random females between his legs to seeing –

[i]Ella…[/i]

He could see the mare in his mind’s eye, her gentle gaze and the warm chocolate coat of her fur so vivid in his vision. They’d been best friends, close and supportive to each other for so long, but he’d be lying if he said that he never imagined her naked, or in bed with him. He’d jerked it to her so many times –

Pulse.

“Ah…”

He saw her in his imagination, on all fours, her ass up, her pucker spread around his cock. He stared at it, bouncing along his shaft, sliding down to the base –

Pulse.

The mare was looking up at him, her long face sliding down along his cock, her lips turned up in the tiniest smile as she teased him, as she showed him that he was more than a friend –

Pulse.

Her hands were all over him, jerking him, her mouth whispering, telling him to cum, to give her what she wanted, to soak her all over with his seed and show the world who had gotten the luck to be her boyfriend –

Pulse.

Pulse.

Pulse.

Even as the electrodes sucked his mind down a rabbit-hole, his ass’s torments were just as powerful. His mind bounced between his front and back, unable to focus on one for long. And now…

Now he thought of her with a strap-on…

And now he thought of the rat with the electrodes on his dick…

And now he thought of the bear in the records with his ass up and his hole getting fucked by a machine…

“Please…”

No, no begging…he couldn’t beg…he couldn’t give in…

Not that easily…

Not yet…

#

Whether it was an hour, longer, or shorter, Ewan didn’t know. All he knew was that he was a drooling mess when the humming and thrumming stopped, and his balls positively ached. They felt like anvils between his legs as the door opened and the footsteps returned. He wheezed as he looked up at the blindfold, wondering who was coming in. He wondered if it was even –

“Mmm, seems like you’re starting to learn your lesson, meat.”

It was the same guy. Same person. Same voice. Same tone.

“Now, let’s try that again, hmm? Why are you here?”

“…Missing…missing friend…”

“Just a friend?”

“…Wanted…wanted more,” he admitted, a little whimper in his voice as he gave in. “Nnngh…”

“So, one of our other products had someone on the outside. Someone that cared more than the records said. Hmmm, now isn’t that interesting?”

“…”

“So, meat, which one was it?”

“…”

“Oh, just a little too much hesitation there. Well, you’ll learn. Another two hours.”

Ewan didn’t even have the energy to protest this time. He squealed, a tiny whimper following as the interrogator left the room again, and then –

Hum.

Thrum.

He arched his back against the chair, screaming already from the pleasure forced upon him. This time, it was like there were two mouths working their way down his cock, one on either side, while his backside felt like the plug was somehow growing. He didn’t know how that was possible – it was too solid to have something to inflate – but it was still somehow feeling bigger, and bigger, and bigger inside of him. His breath caught in his throat as some of the slime started oozing out around the plug, running down over his rim –

“Ah…ah…”

It made him feel all tingly, all sensitive back there, and he swore that it was almost like getting a tongue back there, licking around his ass, teasing his hole, making his head spin all the more as the torment continued.

#

When it stopped, he didn’t register it. The phantom sensations continued in his mind until the interrogator gripped him by the chin and gave him a little shake. Ewan groaned as he had his head tilted back.

“Hmmm, three hours already getting to you this much? Heh. Were you a virgin out there?”

“Nnnngh-mmmph…”

“Here.”

He was offered water. It was probably drugged, but he didn’t care anymore. He needed something or he was going to dry out. The badger leaned his head forward and sipped through the straw pressed between his lips.

As soon as it started sucking air, the straw was pulled away. He wished there was more. The chill in his mouth was a wonderful balm against how heated his body had become. It took away some of the worst of his need, which was probably why they weren’t going to let him have any more of it.

“Three hours of constant edging by prostate and cock-stim. Heh. How are you feeling?”

“Like…like hell,” he muttered.

“That’s to be expected. Now, let’s talk again. You remember the question from last time?”

“No.”

“Let me remind you, then. Who was the person you came here for?”

“Ella,” he muttered, and he hated himself for how quickly he said it.

“Ella, Ella. Ah, yes, the mare being conditioned to be someone’s butt-slut. Heh. You would be surprised how many equines take to being anal sluts around here. All it takes is the right motivation and they start preferring it. Craving it, even; it’s quite the easy transformation for them.

“Then again, there’s always some species that seems to take to it better than others. Badgers, for example.”

“Nnngh…”

“Oh yes. Your species is particularly prone to going anal-slut. It must be something to do with all that heft that you naturally have. There are some studies out there that suggest that badgers have a genetic memory that predisposes them to being bottoms, you know, and all that padding comes from being down there for centuries upon centuries of slutting around.”

Ewan didn’t respond to that. He didn’t have the brain to argue, nor did he have the energy. All that edging…all that forced pleasure…

“Now, now, let’s make sure that we stay on-track. Let’s move on. Do you have a job, meat? An employer, any friends that would miss you?”

“…Self…self-employed,” he muttered.

“That makes that part easier. And friends?”

“Not…not that’d look.”

“Even better. Now, let’s dig a bit deeper. Social media, perhaps. Do you have any?”

“…”

“Oh, such a pity. Another too-long delay. Three more hours, Ewan. Three more hours.”

#

“And the password…is CLa$$iFiEd,” Ewan muttered, barely able to breathe after the last session.

“Good meat, very good. That’ll make it that much easier to make sure that you have nobody else looking for you.”

“Ah…ah…please…”

“Not yet. Bank account details?”

“I…I…”

“Four hours.”

#

The last of the numbers came free in a slur. The badger could barely get them out, his mouth barely working for anything but breathing anymore. His crotch felt like a swamp, slimed up with his own juices, and his ass felt like it was marinating in the goo that they’d been pumping into him from the start.

Ten hours. Ten hours straight of being edged with only a few minutes break three times between them to talk. That was all that he’d been given. He didn’t know how there was still fluid in his body to be shot out anymore. All he knew was that he couldn’t take it anymore.

“Please…”

The word came out with a wheeze, more a puff of air than actual speech. The badger whimpered as he leaned back, feeling the plug grinding against him, teasing and never taking it further.

“Please…I can’t…”

“Is that everything, meat?” the interrogator asked.

“Yes…everything…every…account…every…friend…”

“And all your assets?”

Ewan managed a weak nod.

“And all the people that know about you?”

He managed a half-nod, his chin resting on his chest.

“Heh…I suppose that will do. Let him blow.”

He heard the soft clicks of something being moved, but he didn’t realize that they were changing the tubing under the chair and the plug until something else started pumping into him. Something cooler, something that tingled more to the touch. For a second, he thought it was just a fresh-from-the-fridge version of the aphrodisiac, but then –

“NNNNNGH!”

Ewan would have thrust his hips right off the chair if it wasn’t for the bindings. Even then, he felt them digging in, holding him down as he tried. The humming electrodes took charge, forcing his cock towards an orgasm that they had denied for over ten hours, and now –

“Ah…ah…ah…”

Sucking, fucking, stroking, teasing, and such a pulsing, vibrating grind in his ass that it almost felt like he was getting piston-fucked right then and there. Up, down, in, out, driving him mad. He was screaming and he didn’t care –

“NNNNNGH!”

An orgasm, finally, so strong that it jetted through the air. He could feel it shooting out of his cock like a rocket blast, and he swore that he heard it splat against something, or someone. If it was a person, there were no complaints, but –

“AH! AHHHHH!”

He kept screaming as the pleasure didn’t stop. The plug kept humming and the electrodes kept pulsing, running all the way from the head of his cock to his balls and just a little further back. He swore that something must have changed; there should have been the pain of hyper-sensitivity or –

No thought.

No thinking.

Just pleasure.

Another orgasm rolled through him seconds later, and again, his cock lurched, his balls jumping up and pressing tight against him. He barely noticed as the electrodes were peeled off; the pleasure in his ass was so strong that it just kept rolling through him, pushing him towards another orgasm, and another, and another.

The waves of pleasure rattled him, leaving him wheezing rather than screaming within minutes. There were gaps between the orgasms, but they were shorter and shorter, sometimes no more than a few seconds before the humming plug took him to another blasting orgasm that felt like it was draining his balls to nothing.

He didn’t know how long it took, but eventually, he was shooting blanks. Then, and only then, did the machine shut off. Ewan kept trembling, his ass cheeks clenching around the plug, then pushing back, then clenching again, unable to stop themselves. He could feel the interrogators around him, barely hearing them as they whispered.

“So, what do we do with this one now?”

“Put him through the wringer. We’ll see what comes out in the wash, but if I know badgers, it’ll be something anal.”

“Heh, someone with money’s going to get some good use out of that ass.”

“Untie him and take him down to the training sets. His body’s been broken to want pleasure; time to see what sort of stuff clicks with him.”

Ewan wished that he had the strength to fight back as they undid his restraints, but the most that he could do was cling to consciousness as they undid them one by one. The plug was still so deep in his ass as they pulled him off the chair, and he barely held onto consciousness long enough to feel one of the interrogators rub the rim of the plug, pushing it in and out of him by half-inch margins.

“Looks damn good in him…”

And that was the end of his wherewithal. Ewan slumped down against the shoulders holding him up, and he was out cold. Whatever waited for him in the next room would be a mystery until he woke up again.

He embraced the void, falling into it, letting it take him away from his hyper-sensitive self, and prayed to whatever might still be out there that he would be able to fight back better at the next part of his ‘training’ than he had here.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: Ewan wakes up in a chair with all kinds of things going wrong, and tries to find a way to make it work. Spoiler: he doesn’t.

Tags: M/solo, Technophilia, Fucking Machines, Buttplug, Electrodes, Cock Stimulation, Machine Sex, Edging, Denial, Drugs, Interrogation, Cyberpunk, Futuristic, Series, Orgasm, Cum, Buttslut, Butt Slut, Badger, Unknown Species,