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The irradiant colors of Night City’s ads blared through my mind, streaking through every neuron. Each seeking those exact receptors to burn with pleasure, intrigue or joy so they could fire again the next time my electronic retinas detected an inch of their branding.

You get used to it for a while. Everyone’s got a gig, a hustle. Anything to make another eddie. And when you’re in that rush, all those colors get turned into a blur.

But that’s where the danger lies. This City knows you’re running. Always chasing a dream. It knows you’re only human, no matter how chromed up. It knows that your mind is racing with anxiety and fear amongst that rush of excitement. And at some point, you’re going to need to stop and let your heartbeat calm down.

That’s when Night City springs its trap, and sinks it fangs around your throat.

“Move along, choom. Unless you’re lookin’ for trouble.”

I froze, my mind catching up to the present. I’d been so busy ruminating, I’d forgotten where I was, or where I was going to. The deep, cybernetically enhanced voice of the heavily armored guard before me bringing me right back down.

Though something within me flared up. A rush of emotion. A thrill, as I noticed his powerful green eyes staring into my soul.

That was it.

I was in Dog Town’s stadium, chasing another lead. NetWatch had me tasked to dig up intel on a rogue operative buried somewhere around here. But I’d hit a brick wall, the lead I was chasing having taken me nowhere. The chromed-domed fucker had hidden himself well.

It seemed like there’d be no way I’d make any progress on them. Nothing short of working with the local gang – well, gang would be putting it too lightly – Berghast. Their armor emblazoned with neon-green spray paint clearly demarcating them amongst the crowds. It was a risky option, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to spend the rest of my days in Dogtown’s paramilitary prison just because I said the wrong thing to the wrong person.

Of course, it was at this moment that I saw… him.

His bright, neon-green eyes cutting right through the cacophonic blur of Night City’s many ads plastered around the concourse walls and searing right through my optic nerve. The unusual shape of his helmet is reminiscent of a crocodile - it made him seem downright monstrous. Especially when set upon his heavy, broad frame that was heavily decked out in Berghast armor.

I noticed those same eyes now, narrowing slightly. Somehow, they seemed to be looking past the chrome and into my soul itself. The crowd around me seemed to melt away – too preoccupied in the rush to care – as I struggled to even say a word. Ridiculous. That’s what it was. I was a highly trained NetWatch Agent and yet here I am, stuck like an old deer caught in headlights. Though I’m not quite sure if it’s just fear in my veins.

As I watched the scales on his throat move he let out a low rumble, every bass-heavy note in his voice sending a tremble that coursed through my body and reached every corner.

C’mon. Not the time, not… now.

The scales around the “muzzle” of his armor shifted, and in a moment, I realized he was grinning. His eyes burned into mine. He knew what he saw there.

He knows.

There were no words. He simply gestured to his left with his head.

The heart rate reading on my Zetatech HUD flashed yellow, and I realized I was rock fucking hard.

Near every part of my mind screamed at me to turn around and focus on the mission. Alarm bells flared in my metal mindscape, aware that messing up this mission could cost me a promotion. Hell, it could get me fired.

And yet, there was that one corner of my mind…

I broke my frozen state, taking a step towards him. Slow and tentative. Then another… and another. He didn’t budge, but his eyes stayed locked on me. Studying me. So, I took another step closer, feeling my ‘ganic heart thrash in its titanium ribcage.

I realized then just how tall he was. Nearly a foot and a half over my height, scales shimmering in the dark, visible only in the few spots between his armor that exposed his “skin”. His face wasn’t just buried beneath crocodile-shaped armor for show. He was a walking, talking crocodile. Biotechnica’s work, no doubt. Even with all his armor, I could see that their work was impeccable. I could scarcely tell where the crocodile ended and the human began.

All I knew was that whatever he was, he had me in his sights. Me, and me alone.

I’m not too surprised then that when I noticed one massive arm move, I did not stop him. A powerful hand clenched around my throat. His grip was loose, but his thumb and forefinger pressed on either side. Firmly. I felt a shiver run through my body at his touch, reaching every nerve end in my mind at once.

I felt his warm breath wash over my chest from between my parted trenchcoat as he loomed forward and spoke low next to my tiny ear.

“You get one chance to delta, slut. You stay… and you’re mine till I say so.”

His grip wasn’t tight. I could escape, and we both knew that. And yet… stuck there, under the grip and gaze of this powerful being, I wondered what would happen if I… stayed.

I felt a thrill rush up my spine and burn through my mind.

I knew then that I did not want to leave.

Another huff, and he let go of my throat. I couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped my throat. All he gave was a dark chuckle in response, and a pat on my ass, urging me further along the catwalk. Towards a darker corner, where a corridor twisted to the right, and out of sight of the concourse.

It was easy to follow his wordless directions at this point. I was a well trained NetWatch Agent after all. This took even less thought. Once again, I felt the alarm bells blare in my mind, but once again I chose to ignore them. Once again, I felt that seductive thrill race through my veins.

I was hooked.

I could feel the thump of his feet on the ground as he followed me. He spoke something into a mic, but I was spending more time listening to the titillating bass of his enhanced vocal cords than whatever words he was using. It was antithetical to my usual approach to things – intel is king after all – but I was already letting myself fall into the rabbit hole. And surrendering to the fall was just liberating.

The corridor twisted and turned, illuminated by lamps periodically placed above aging posters advertising some long forgotten Militech project or the other. Storage boxes lined the walls, forming a miniature cityscape of their own. Some of those crates looked like they’d been sitting there for decades. I turned my head to glance over my shoulder, wondering what he was up to, and saw green eyes staring right back into me. I felt a shiver run through my body and quickly turned back to face ahead.

Eventually, we came to a dead end. A double door announced an elevator to somewhere, but the lack of lights anywhere indicated its consignment to the pages of history.

Instead, I finally heard him stop, and I turned around. He loomed over me, darkened by the dim lighting of the corridor. His mil-spec helmet making his head seem shadowed, only revealing his green eyes and the elongated muzzle that sprouted from his maw. He snorted, and I felt his heated breath wash over me.

I felt his hand on my chin then, turning my face this way and that. At some point he’d removed his glove, and now he was… inspecting me. Like a piece of meat.

His piece of meat.

His touch felt careful, yet firm. Rough against my soft skin, yet purposeful. As every second ticked, I felt myself wanting to surrender control. His fingers brushed over my lips, and I felt my heart skip a beat. I kept my eyes on his neon green ones, parting my lips for him, and I felt a thick finger push between them. Without breaking eye contact, I sucked. Tight, wet and warm.

I needed to show him just how he was making me feel. His eyes narrowed as I sucked tightly, rolling my tongue over the length of the digit. Every scale rough over my sensitive tongue. It was firing up my every nerve, and I craved more.

He released another heated breath, and pulled his finger out from between my lips, making a sound that echoed around the room. I felt a rumble from his throat vibrate over my skin again, but this one sounded darker. Hungrier.

I felt his palm press up against my torso. The sheer size of it nearly covered the width of my torso entire. My heart was hammering, my anxiety spiking. The warnings from my biomon flashed across the top of my interface, warning me to escape the zone of danger. To slow down and catch my breath.

But that corner of my mind – the one that listened to the thrill surging from my brain down to between my legs – roared in victory over my mind. I had already slowed down. The trap was already sprung.

And this time, I decided to let go.

Suddenly, I was pushed up against the wall. The force of the push sending a spike of fear - making me realize just how powerful this beast of a man was – but hardly quelling my thirst. He pushed closer against me, stretching his massive, elongated jaw wide and enclosing it around my throat. And I just… let him. I felt those powerful jaws cover my entire neck, the heat from his maw flowing over and under my shirt.

I felt it then. His long, warm tongue curling over my exposed neck, wrapping itself around my throat and squeezing just tightly enough to let me know just what he could do with it, before uncurling. The prehensile appendage wiggled against me and sent a wave of helpless pleasure through my body. I gave in and moaned, my legs weakening a little more.

“Gooooood….” He whispered into my ear as he pulled back, the baritone making my skull vibrate and making me crave more.

As swift as it was firm, I felt his grip on my shoulders, shoving me down on my knees before him. He’d moved his gun over to a crate at some point and now pulled off his armored overcoat… revealing that he was entirely shirtless underneath. My jaw dropped at the sight as I struggled to take him all in.

“Fuck me…” I whispered, entirely by instinct. I heard a snort from between his muzzle, “Later, maybe.” He grinned back. I gulped.

He was a massive man – it wasn’t just the armor – his shoulders broad and twice as wide as my own torso. His pecs were huge and powerful, dark nipples crowning the tips of either muscle. My eyes struggled to register the scale of him, instead rolling over the abs stretched over his curved belly. Green, iridescent scales shimmered across every inch of his powerful torso, revealing every muscle detail that glinted even under the dim light. There was so much strength in the guy that I was certain he could crush me by just pinning me under him.

He’s perfect…

He rumbled then, and I felt it through my body once again. I considered reaching out to touch him. To worship that belly, and those powerful pecs. But the big stranger had other ideas.

Instead, he reached down, unzipping the front of his pants. I could feel my heart rate rise as that zip lowered… and then he pulled that cock out.

I had only about a second of seeing what was before me. It was thick, covered in what looked like metallic segments that were just raised a little at the rear end of each segment. The result was a powerful, flared cock that looked like it would scrape every inch within whatever orifice it was fucking currently.

That orifice happened to be my throat this time, and he did not wait. Before I knew it, my mouth was full of metallic croc cock, and I let out a muffled mewl in soft protest. It fell on apparently deaf ears, and instead I simply felt a large, firm hand grip the back of my head.

That gesture alone felt like it lit up a spark in my mind, and I began to suck.

I was no stranger to this of course. I’d sucked off plenty of guys before. But this was no corpo lightweight looking to get a quick release before rushing off to his next meeting. This guy’s movements were deliberate. Slow, but every inch intended to find its way down his throat. He felt his jaw stretch further and further as the big croc exotic got hard, and pretty soon I was wondering if he was gonna outright break my jaw with this act.

I whined – or at least I think I whined – pushing against legs that felt like steel columns. He made a swift, gruff noise, and persisted. Tears leaked out of my eyes, and I tried to suckle on that powerful shaft. My mouth stretched wider than ever before as I began to realize that I was tasting more than just precum. This cock was releasing… more fluids than I was used to. Every segment was leaking fluids, lubing up his whole shaft, and my throat in one. My eyes squeezed shut as I briefly wondered if I was gonna be straight up choked to death on his cock.

Then, as suddenly as he had pulled me on, he pulled me right off. I coughed and hacked, my jaw feeling stretched to the point of it being hard to close it now. Instead, I let it hang open. As if he’d fucked it to the point of leaving it uselessly hanging open forever.

For some reason, this only got me harder.

“Pretty little thing.” He growled, moving a single finger to caress underneath my aching, stretched jaw, still covered in slobber and his own mystery fluids. He pressed his thumb inside, and once again I sucked. I whimpered as he spoke, “You’ve been a pretty little corpo rat a little too long. Tonight, I’m making you something else.”

Fear, arousal and excitement shot through my body in one combined burst of chemicals. No drug could compare to what I felt at hearing those words.

“A bitch doesn’t need clothes.” I heard him say from above. I barely had a second of warning before I felt a hand grip the back of my trenchcoat and tug it right off, the sheer force of the move flinging me onto my feet. I could hear my heartbeat in my ears as he reached with both his hands and tore open my neatly pressed corporate shirt, revealing the skin-tight netrunner suit beneath.

I stumbled as I felt his hands grope over my smaller body. I had an athletic build – I had to. It was part of my job description – but with strong, neo-fibre muscles stretched lithely over a steel skeleton. All these implants paid for by NetWatch money… and yet they would mean little against this hulking beast. Zetatech cyberware is top of the line, but it would shatter Biotechnica’s experimental bioengineering.

If he wanted, he could snap me in half like a biochip. And that fact only stretched my netrunner suit even farther. Something that he didn’t miss either, with the grin on his face stretching wider.

I felt his hands whirl me around, forcing me to face the wall before pushing me up against it. My pants were tugged off unceremoniously, and I felt my cheeks bounce in response to the force. One large hand gripped a cheek roughly, and I felt a thumb press against the taut suit, pushing hard against my most intimate spot within. My voice quivered as I moaned needily. I saw what that thing he sported looked like and knew how it felt in my throat. And yet I wanted more.

Suddenly, I heard the rustle of synleather as he got to his feet. I heard it before I felt the swift slap against my butt, making me yelp as I stumbled in pain. He let out a low, rumbling laugh as he gripped my butt, two fingers between my legs and pressing against my taint, thumb pressing the suit deep against my hole.

“Sweet. You came all gift wrapped for me…” he growled against my ear, and I whimpered. The coherent part of my mind panicked. This was a supremely expensive suit. There’s no way he would-

RIPPP

Twenty thousand eddies went down the drain as I felt a sharp claw pierce the suit on my neck… and trace a rough circle around it. I felt a shot of terror through my spine, but rough as he was, he knew his claws. I felt a small sting against my neck, but the only thing being cut was my suit. He shifted over, cutting similar circles into the suit around my forearms, and my shins, before reaching up and gripping into the suit underneath the cut he made.

This time, I knew the drill and was prepared. With a final, forceful rip that nearly made me fall over, the suit was ripped off my body. I felt the cool air rush over my bare skin, and the warm touch of his claw silently tracing a line up along my spine… until it gripped the remaining piece of suit around my neck.

Suddenly I realized what he’d just done. I was left mostly naked… except for a collar, and cuffs around my forearms and shins. Each piece made from the suit left behind after he made his cuts.

He had cuffed and collared me without myself even realizing.

I’m his.

My cock bobbed in the air, free and proudly hard at the realization I’d just made. I looked down at it, watching as a drop of pre languidly drooled down to the concrete floor. My body felt so charged with lust that I felt I could cum by just looking at it.

Instead, I felt a shift behind me. His hot, huffing breath washing down my bare back and between my cheeks. I felt him press closer, and suddenly a thick, slick piece of metallic flesh parted my legs. He was pushing his cock between my thighs, forcing my legs apart. As I watched, his cock emerged under my own, more and more of it emerging as he pushed up behind me, until my human cock was dwarfed above his massive, exotic one.

I felt his tongue on my back then, extending down – quite far down – along my back until it wiggled against the small of it, causing my breath to shudder. His arms wrapped around my torso and bodily lifted me up as he stood upright. I felt my feet leave the floor, my balls squeezed against his titanic shaft and making our size difference more than evident. His tongue slurped up along my back, leaving a long trail of hot saliva until it whipped around my neck and forced itself into my mouth. I let out a muffled squeal of surprise. Just how long was his tongue?

There was no time for such thoughts, however, as his tongue shoved into my throat and I was forced to simply suck on it as it bobbed in and out of my mouth. One of his massive hands, I realized, was now wrapped around his cock and mine. Languidly stroking back and forth, forcibly pressing my cock into his. The hot fluids from his cock only lubricated the motion, and the segmented metallic shaft teased the tip of my dick with each movement, driving my crazy. I moaned helplessly into the tongue stuffed in me, and I heard nothing but a rumble from him. He simply wrapped his free arm around my chest, grabbing and squeezing a pec in his massive hand, pinching the nipple trapped between his fingers. I mewled, and he growled.

We stayed like that for a good while. My mind racing as I felt his hand stroke our cocks together, his tongue fuck my throat and my nipple played with. The pleasure was intense, unexpected, and all I could do was squirm and whine like a helpless pup. All while I felt his heavy, hot breath wash over my body as he lustfully thrust into his own grip – my dick barely an undernote to his thick, powerful cock.

The only functional part of my brain decided that the most important thing right now was to feel more of that monster. With a huff, I squeezed my thighs around that shaft, gently shuffling them back and forth along its length. It was a slight movement, and a soft squeeze against a thick cock. But I felt his response – a deep groan from behind me, and a tighter squeeze of his arms. His guttural moan was audible right next to my ear, and I felt the thrill escalate within me. I wasn’t as powerless as I thought.

Not that my little one up would last for long, as I felt him shift to the side. His tongue never left my mouth as he leaned over, grabbing something from a nearby crate. I’m forced to make a confused noise and squirm a little more as I feel both my wrists pulled together behind my back. Right around the “cuffs”, I felt something ropey pulled around them tight until there was little room to move my hands. I shivered, a worried noise leaving my throat as I realized that my hands were bound behind my back now.

I heard a grim chuckle from behind me as the tongue was withdrawn from my throat, arms gripping me and holding me in the air as he withdrew his cock from between my thighs.

“W-whaat are you doing?” my voice croaked as I spoke, “M-my hands!”

“Hah- little pipsqueak’s found his voice.” I heard him say as I struggled against my bonds. The panic began to rise again within me, but it just seemed to build with the arousal as I felt him lean close and whisper a long, deep, “Shhhhhh…”

I quieted down, anticipating him to add something more. What I didn’t expect was to suddenly and swiftly be flipped onto my back, evidently on a nearby crate. The cool, metallic surface pushed harshly against my naked arms, my shoulders hurting slightly in the process.

“Hnnh- p-please…”

I heard myself plead as I looked up at his massive, shirtless form. The lights illuminated around his face as he glowered down upon me, his massive pecs rising and falling with heavy, lustful breaths. His big cock throbbing gently to his heartbeat, eager to plunder.

Suddenly, he leaned down, crocodilian muzzle near my ear as he whispered, “Please… what?”

I paused, struggling to process the question. What did he want me to say? What did I want to say? I was terrified of many possibilities. Being taken hostage as a bargaining chip. Kidnapped to be turned into an XBD torture puppet. Being just straight up shot. And so many numerous other things.

But there was one thing that made me feel like a dirty, undeniable thrill. Fear and arousal at once. And it was that row of gleaming, huge teeth that lined his powerful jaws. He could do anything he wanted with me.

And despite every blaring siren in my mind… I wanted to know what that would be.

Feeling somewhere between stupid and extremely horny, I stammered back, “P-please don’t… eat me…”

His eyes narrowed, a predatory laugh rumbling from his wide throat. His mighty frame rumbling as he moved lower down my body, folding my legs onto my front like I was nothing but a lawn chair to him. My dick pointed straight up, curving slightly and still drooling. My hole, now fully exposed to him, winked under his glowering gaze. I blushed under his grin, realizing that he’d be able to identify my anal implant. Self-cleaning and self-lubricating. Everyone who’d seen it knew exactly why I had it.

“Good idea, little slut…”

I watched with horror and arousal as he opened his maw wide… and enclosed it around my entire crotch and ass. My cock was squeezed up against the warm, moist underside of his jaw, while my hole was-

“AH!”

I squealed in surprise, pleasure and intense, thrilling surprise as I felt my hole suddenly stretch around an invading tongue, pushing in and pulling out, before curling around the rim and wiggling roughly. I felt his predatory growl through my crotch and right up along my folded-up body. This massive croc-exotic had granted the wish I didn’t realize I had and was properly eating me out. Deeper than any man had ever gone… and this was just his tongue!

I squirmed and squealed, unable to hold back the feelings of utter, helpless lust that was wracking my body as this beast of a man ate me out. I craned my head up, looking down between my legs, only to find a pair of glowing eyes staring right back at me. Powerful arms planted on either end of the crate and forcing my legs up, while a ripped, muscular back glinted with sweat under the dim light.

As I felt his jaws squeeze down around my crotch, my fear and arousal built up higher. My cock throbbing within the warm confined of his jaw, drooling pre everywhere – his tongue pulling out and slurping every drop before thrusting back in. I struggled to form words, my hole quivering and clenching under this incredible assault, and every muscle in my body shuddering in delight.

My brain struggled to hold on at this point, but I was still holding onto some thoughts. Awe and lust at the powerful body of the man who was taking me like none other had. Fear and excitement at the thought of what he had planned next.

I didn’t have to wait long.

He didn’t stop eating me out. He never even took his eyes off my head, even as I fell back on the crate and helplessly squirmed under his tongue’s breaching of my hole. All I could do was watch helplessly as he moved his hands, grabbing more length of the rope-like material – old, unused cables as it turned out – and raised the roll above me. I watched, wide-eyed at the display as he swiftly pulled them taut with a -snap- and looked down at his eyes just in time to catch him wink at me.

Suddenly, his tongue curled within me, wiggling against that one special spot deep within every man that he either tries to protect or surrender for pleasure. And mine was wholly bared for his tongue to wiggle against. I was not ready for it.

I cried out in pleasure, arching my back as my cock throbbed, hurling me closer to the edge. As I writhed, he grappled my folded legs, pushing them together and twisting the cables around them. It took me a few moments to come down from my throes of pleasure, dancing on the edge of climax… when I looked down and realized with horror that he had bound my legs together to my waist.

How the hell did he do that so fa- AH!

My thoughts were shut up in my own mind as he roughly pulled off my ass, tongue slurping out tightly and rolling against my prostate as he did so. My mind reeled with pleasure and slight discomfort, and before I could even catch my breath, I was forced to yelp as he slapped my ass tightly.

I looked down, watching his huge pecs heave with his lustful pants, his hands on his broad waist as he looked down at his handiwork.

Me. Tied up, collared and cuffed, fully exposed and presented to him like a living fleshlight.

His eyes locked onto mine again, “Now… tell me.”

My heartbeat rose again as he pressed close, the tip of that massive, throbbing cock pressing right against my exposed hole. I clenched around his tip and could feel my rim slip against the fluid-lubricated flare. All I got from him was a quiver of his left eye.

“What are you?”

I struggled to answer, my voice croaking as I whimpered, “I- I don’t…- wh- “

He shook his head, arms folded underneath his pecs as he looked down upon me. Authoritatively. He pushed his hips ever so slightly forward, his tip pressing just enough to nearly slip in. I bit my lip and waited… but he didn’t thrust yet. I could only imagine the pleading look in my eyes as I looked up at him.

“Simple answer. What are you?”

I moaned needily, trying to wiggle my hips a little closer. The building anticipation was rapidly clouding my mind, and I was struggling to answer as every thought in my mind seemed to drain out with the sweat that covered my entire body. The more he teased me, the more I wanted it.

“P-please just… just fuck me. Please!”

I heard the loudest growl I’d ever heard in my life, my heart rate spiking in terror, arousal and excitement all at once as he swiftly loomed over me. He moved his hands to plant them above my head, on either end of the crate. His face was right above mine, sweat lining his thick pecs and heavily muscular belly.

His gaze was as intense as a wolf about to catch its prey.

“What. Are. You?!”

And in that moment of singular thought, I finally gave into my desperation and shouted the first thing that came to my mind.

“Y-your little bitch toy!”

It felt silly to say, but at that moment I couldn't think of anything else I wanted more. And it seemed... so did he. Or at the very least, he approved.

His eyes widened momentarily, and he smirked.

“Good answer.” He rumbled.

And then he thrust his hips up, and sank his entire length into me in one go.

I wonder if anyone heard me from the concourse. I don’t think I’d ever screamed louder than I did at that moment, in my entire life. It was painful, yes, but it was equally terrifying to think about how much of my guts was now filled with croc cock. Not to mention the thick trunk of a cock slammed against my prostate and right past it, driving an intense surge of pleasure to every nerve end across my whole body.

Any resistance, or thought I had, was outright punched out of my mind by the powerful blow delivered to my insides by that heavy cock. In hindsight, it didn’t matter if anyone decided to act on my scream. I would’ve shot the first person that tried to pull me off this ride at this point. Well, after I managed to recover my senses anyway.

Not that anyone in Night City would care to investigate a random scream. One in a million in a place like this.

At this time though, not one thought was running through my mind other than the thoughts of what this hulking beast was doing to me. I could feel every metallic segment on his cock drag against the rim of my hole each time he pulled out and thrust back in. He didn’t stop either, pounding me repeatedly like a well-oiled industrial strength machine.

I was in equal parts awe and enthrallment, struggling to process the intense glare in his eyes as he fucked his cock into my well-lubed insides. I moaned, squirmed and cried but none of it would slow him down. I was well and truly his toy, and my body seemed to agree with my response as I glanced down and noticed in horror and glee as I realized that his cock was pushing so deep as to gently push the lowest part of my belly just a little up.

The sight rendered my mind blank, and I groaned, crashing back onto the surface of the crate as I surrendered completely and wholly to him. My cock – squeezed between my bound legs as it was – was drooling pre everywhere and rubbing against the cable bindings as he drilled into me.

The sensations driven through my squeezed cock, the knowledge of my belly being shoved up by his powerful tool, and the sight of his powerful body shifting and flexing above me as he had his way with me…. It was far too much.

The climax I had been denied earlier came rushing back. My cries turned into moans, and they only escalated in volume and pitch. I tried to say something, but all that came out was garbled, messy sounds.

“Hnngh- that’s it. Fuck! Gonna put my young in you… little slut… grrh!”

It didn’t take much after that. My dick throbbed, my balls struggling to pull close, before unleashing squirt after squirt of cum all over myself. I cried and moaned, craning my neck as I came all over myself entirely hands-free.

A fun fact about my anal implant, it has a bonus feature when I cum. It enhances the cyclical clenching of the hole, turning it into a repeated, rhythmic squeezing across the length of the rectum. The walls within roll firmly, squeezing and relaxing in waves over whoever is inside.

And it continued to serve its function perfectly.

As I fell back on my head, whimpering and squirming under his battering assault, I realized that he had closed his eyes suddenly, his expression growing intense. Growls and gruff groans echoing around the room. He started swearing repeatedly, his thrusts growing in brutality. All I could do was hang on as I was bounced back and forth on the surface of this decades-old crate, struggling to hold a single thought as I cried out in intense pleasure.

“Fuck, fuck, FUCK! _ TAKE MY LOAD! _”

My eyes widened at that last word, but it was already too late. He roared. His deep, beastly vocals, sending such a powerful burst of sound that it shook the very ground and seemed to reverberate within my steel bones.

And then he came.

Every pump from within his beastly cock was as powerful as him. Jets of cum began to fill me up rapidly. I groaned as I felt my guts stretch further and further under the intense deluge of seed. Once again, it was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. I watched in horror as my belly began to rise and just… keep rising. Growing distended with the sheer volume of… croc seed? What kinds of fluids did Biotechnica put in him anyway?

I wasn’t sure. All I could do was hold on as I felt heavier and heavier, my belly turning into a comically large dome. I watched through half-lidded eyes, drenched in sweat of my own and his as the slow realization passed through my mind that I looked very thoroughly pregnant.

I panted, looking up again and noticing his eyes locked on mine. His chest and belly heaved as he panted too. He leaned low, squeezing my belly down and forcing some cum outside from between his cock and my hole.

“Good little toy…” he whispered, then shoved his cock to plug me up.

I squealed, and whimpered, feeling my belly struggle under his weight. “P-please… can I go now? I’ve- mmmh… I’ve satisfied you, haven’t I?”

The part of my mind that rang alarm bells was back in full force it seemed. But he had an answer for me that I wasn’t quite expecting.

“Heh. Not yet, slut.” He grinned as my hopeful smile dropped on my face. His tongue curled out of his mouth, licking along my neck and making me squirm. My hesitance crushed under the pleasure from that one little act.

“Little toys don’t get to make any demands.” He said with his impish grin, suddenly hefting my up and spinning me around on his cock, before pushing my back against his front. I yelped in surprise, shocked by the weight of my tummy. I let out a shuddering groan as I realized that he’d somehow found more length of old cable, and was tying me to… himself?

“Besides… you still need to lay your eggs for me.”

I blinked.

“Th-the eggs?”

I felt my whole body shake with his laugh as he tied off the length of cable around me. Two loops to hold me suspended against his body, supported with little else than his cock – which was still stuffed deep inside me.

“Oh yes. Come, toy. We’ve got a night to enjoy.”

I wanted to scream. Instead, all that came out was a slutty moan as he began to walk. He pulled his armored jacket around himself… and over me. Leaving nothing but my head poking above his neckline. Hefting his weapon over his back, he marched back to the concourse with a casual stride.

And all I could do was hold on as he fucked me with every step.

His little toy.

***

It had been hours since hour little encounter. Since then, we’d walked right through the concourse, through multiple restricted hallways, past many Berghast guards who only grinned knowingly or stared at us in awe. One or two high-fived the big croc I was strapped to. Another even stuck his hand under his jacket and felt up his shaft, making me moan as he ran a finger across my tightly stretched rim before laughing and heading off to who-knows-where.

All that was then. Currently, I was laid back on an old mattress. The room was drab, and a little plain, but it was clean. And for Dogtown that was downright luxurious.

Not like any of that mattered anyway, because I was sitting up against him, my back still pressed up against his mighty front. Except I was no longer bound.

Instead, three large eggs sat in front of me, slick from both of our fluids, black as the night and covered in numbers and letters only decipherable by someone who knew what they were doing.

And they weren’t all. My belly was now half the size this croc of a man had filled it up to, but I knew there were more coming out. I could feel them adjusting within my stretched-out guts.

“Fuck- fuck, fuck! Nngh- how much mooore?” I pleaded as I held onto his massive forearm tightly. All I got in response was a slow stroke over my belly, and a surprisingly gentle hand rubbing soft circles over my taint. It was… surprisingly gentle for the big guy, and somehow, strangely a little pleasurable.

“Shhh… be good now. You’re almost there…”

His tongue curled down over my neck once again, curling around one of my nipples and squeezing with a surprising amount of control. I had to moan. I’d be lying to myself if I tried to deny that pleasure.

“Please, nngh- pleeeaaaAAH!”

I felt one of those eggs shift, and my hole involuntarily squeeze in peristaltic waves, suddenly and uncomfortably pushing another egg out of me. The dark egg ruthlessly crushed my sore, sensitive prostate, making my dick throb and squirt even more precum. The larger end of the egg squeezed my hole wide, and I pushed… struggling.

“There you go… good little toy…” he whispered into my ear. And before I could react, he began tracing his claw in a slow circle over my stretched rim. The pleasure tickled my brain, and by god did it work. Within seconds, I managed to push it out with a plop, leaving my hole gaping as I panted with effort.

“Mmmf… fuck… I’m so close, please…”

I don’t know what I was begging for at this point. My body caught between pleasure and discomfort. The desire to just go home and curl up in bed, and to feel him use me like a toy again. Not this… strange in-between place.

But of course, he was relentless. The next egg seemed to take even longer, driving me up against his chest even harder as my body struggled to push it out and be done with it. He took advantage of my helplessness, pressing a thumb down on my taint against the egg as I tried to lay it. Forcing my prostate against the egg and pushing it out. Making me squeal in mind-numbing pleasure as the egg slipped out.

The whole time, I could feel his lustful, labored breathing. His cock was pressed against my back, and I knew he was barely controlling himself from turning me into a cream puff again. But he was holding himself back for some reason. I didn’t understand why, and it annoyed me. Especially now.

“Why-…”

“Hmm?” he rumbled again, his tongue curling over my chest and making my breath shiver.

“W-why don’t you just fuck me, you big fuck? God…”

I felt him freeze, his grip tightening around my crotch suddenly. For a second, I felt a spike of fear. A part of my mind remembered that if he fucked me again, there could just be more eggs in the future.

Would that be so bad?

Before I could answer that thought, the croc exotic spoke, overriding everything in my mind.

“That what you want, huh?”

He suddenly shoved one, two, then three fingers and his thumb into my slick, gaping hole, making me gasp aloud in shock and surprise at the sudden shift back to his rough treatment. I gripped his forearm desperately, my legs quivering in the air as I struggled to register the overwhelming sensations again.

“You want me to pound you again? Fill you up with another load of eggs, huh? You wanna be my toy that bad?”

He began to finger me aggressively, thrusting his fingers in and out rapidly and turning all my words into gibberish as he fucked me silly with his fingers alone.

“You fucking slut. Can’t thin of anything but a stranger’s cock in you, yeah? Bet you’d love to walk around looking pregnant with my eggs in you all the time, you little bitch.”

The dirty talk was making me lose it. I was stuck somewhere between wanting to spit an angry retort and wanting to surrender and scream yes at the top of my lungs. Instead, my cock throbbed. He was just too effective and shot me to my climax in one fell swoop. Before either of us knew it, I was spraying cum all over myself. Or… perhaps spraying was a bit too generous of a word for the pathetic little squirts of cum I managed to shoot after so many orgasms.

I panted as he froze, chuckling. “Eager…” he rumbled.

Suddenly, the sounds of tires screeching to a halt echoed through the room from the outside. Both of us paused.

“Wh-who is- “

A loud knock could be heard on the door, making me jump. I felt panic rising in me once more, unsure of what new horror was awaiting us. All he did was sigh behind me.

“Come in. Door’s unlocked.”

I blinked in surprise, “Door’s wha- oh. Oh no.”

Two suits stepped into the room. Proper corporate suits, with the green badges of Biotechnica emblazoned on their chests. Outside, I noticed a couple of guards taking position. One of them glanced directly at me, but if they had any thoughts about the sight, they certainly didn’t make it evident.

Instead, the bigger of the two suits walked up to the bed, eyeing the eggs closely. “There should be one more in the batch.” He spoke with the all the professionalism of a boardroom meeting. I realized he was looking at the crock. Neither of them gave me so much as a glance.

“Oh, for fuck’s- hang on.”

Suddenly, he leaned me back. I looked up at him with wide eyes. What the hell did I get myself into?

“Hold on, slut.”

Without much ado, he pushed all five fingers against my hole. I tried to stay silent. Tried, was the operative word here as before I knew it, I was crying out helplessly as he fit his entire fist into my hole. I could feel his forearm muscles against my rim as he pushed deeper, making me squirm in discomfort.

My mind exploded in a whirlwind of colors as I realized what he was doing. “W-wait, stop, I-NNGH!”

I grimaced and squeezed my eyes shut, gripping his arm tightly as he grasped his hand around the egg inside me, physically tugging it out from within. I was forced to scream as my hole was stretched to its absolute cybernetic limit. With a mighty schlorp, he physically pulled it out of me, letting it roll onto the bed with the others.

I panted, whining and moaning as he let me down on the mattress once again, getting up to tower over the others. By now, I had given up on keeping up with the conversation in the room. All I could thin of was the fact that I’d just had a stranger’s whole fist inside me ass, and an egg pulled out of me.

How the hell did this night come down to this?

As my thoughts slowly coalesced back into reality, I began to pick up words and phrases. Most of them didn’t mean much. Something about an obligation to the contract. Something else about rare meds exchanging the right hands. One phrase however brought me out of my stupor and slammed me right back down to earth.

“We’ll take your boy off your hands. He’ll be a valuable test subject.”

I shot up in the mattress or at least try to. The room swam as exhaustion wracked my body. Still, I tried to speak. “Oh no no- I'm no street rat that you can just-…”

“No.”

I paused, my voice halted in my throat as the stranger - is he still really a stranger? - spoke for me. I turned to look at him, stunned.

“No? You understand, -friend-, that this is a valuable resource. We could slash a significant chunk of your de- “

“I said no. No fuckin’ deal. You get your samples on the regular, and you leave him the fuck alone. Or you won’t be getting any further shit from me.”

I sat there, stunned, watching him talk down these suits while entirely naked and sporting his thick fucking hardon that had somehow still not gone down.

The suit wrinkled his nose.

“You realize that we can just terminate our contract and re-acquire our assets, right?”

My stranger – and savior – huffed in the suit’s face and rolled his shoulders. The men were tall, but he was an exotic. He still had a foot over them, and he was making it -very- clear as I squared up right in front of him. The front of his cock pushing right up against the suit’s belt buckle.

If this was meant to be an intimidation tactic, it was certainly working well on me.

“Sure, you could.” He spoke, his voice dipping low, “But we’ve got a pretty nice deal over here.” He smirked, grinning wide and letting the light catch his broad teeth, “It’d be such a shame to trash it all for one little slut, hmm?”

I felt a slight twinge of offense at that, but then he continued.

“Besides… you wouldn’t want a gonked-out cyberpsycho problem on your hands, eh? ‘Cause you know how those psychos can be. Fucked up in the head enough to hold a grudge or a long time. Long enough that every time you step off an AV anywhere near the ground, you’d be in clawing range of someone with a burning grudge to rip your face right off.”

The tension in the room was heavy. For the first time that night, I wished I had my netrunning suit with me still. Because there was no way I’d be able to fry these two gonks’ heads without burning my own in the process.

Once again, I was completely at his mercy.

For a few moments, nothing happened. The suits’ stares seemed to bore into the stranger’s skull… but then the big one stepped back.

“Alright, Mr. Estevez. You have your deal, and your… boy.” He glanced at me momentarily, curling his mouth in disgust, “Dan, get the eggs and let’s leave this… dwelling.”

He spat that last word like he didn’t want it hanging around his mouth a moment longer. He gave one final look at the stranger – or Estevez? – his eyes glancing down at the hardon between his legs, before he left the room. The other suit named Dan hurriedly whipped out a biosample back out of seemingly nowhere and shoved the eggs into them, exiting the room as quickly as he possibly could soon after.

As the door shut and the tires peeled off soon after, we were left in dead silence. Myself drenched in body fluids, and Estevez with his hardon. At least it finally seemed to be going down.

“So… Est- “

He raised a hand, shutting me up immediately.

“You will not say my name. You’re still my toy, and you don’t get to say it.”

He turned to me, crocodile brow furrowed, entirely uncaring of his nudity. He gazed down at me through those hypnotizing eyes, before closing them and taking a deep breath.

“How long… will I be your toy?”

I had to ask it. My mind was once again racing with thoughts about the mission. I was way overdue my report time, and NetWatch would start scrambling increasing search resources to secure me. The anxiety was starting to bubble up again. I couldn’t stay here for long.

But do I want to?

Estevez didn’t respond to me, instead turning away and speaking to someone else on a call. “You got a moment?” his irises glowed with the colors of an interface processing a call, “Right, yeah- but you owe your choom a little somethin’. I klepped that little bot of yours for you last month, yeah?”

He paused as I steadily pushed myself to my feet, glancing towards me momentarily. His eyes scanning over me once again, much as they did at the beginning of this long night.

“Good. Get your butt here. Sending you the deets of this fella. Something tells me…” his eyes locked on mine, “…you’re gonna find him interesting.”

He cut the call after that ominous line and stared at me. My mind struggled to parse what he said, so instead I decided to focus on my own goal.

“Look, I- I really liked this. Honestly. But I- I need to delta outta here, and fast. NetWatch is- “.

He shook his head, suddenly walking close to me and placing a hand on my shoulder… firmly. I stared into his eyes, my heart beating hard again.

“…Listen.” He spoke with a deliberate tone, cutting past the bubbling anxiety in my head, “My choom will be over in a sec. He’ll see to it that you’re clothed and get something that you need. Now… I’m gonna give you a choice.”

This sincerity was unlike anything that he’d used with me before. It forced me to pause and think. I realized then that the room was quiet – dead quiet. Not even the rush of cars outside.

It was just me and him, entirely unburdened by anything but our flesh and metal, bared to each other. And he was offering me a final choice.

There was not much else to say, “Alright… hit me with it.”

I could’ve sworn I saw the hint of a quiver in his gaze. A weakness behind all that projection of strength.

“Once we’re done here, you can go. We can forget about each other. Part ways, never meet again. No strings attached. Or…”

He paused then, moving his hand from my shoulder to my chin. Firm, but gentle. He raised it and lowered his gaze until I felt the world melt away and all that I saw before me was the glow of his piercing gaze.

“…you could stay my little toy.” He spoke, his voice dipped to his seductive baritone, yet still every bit as sincere as it was before. I felt like my breath had been stolen away, “And I’ll show you the heights of pleasures you’d never felt before. You’re free to go anywhere you want. Live your life as you do. But you’ll carry a little bit of me with you every time. And you’ll always come back to me… where I’ll make sure that the rest of the world won’t matter one bit. Not the shitstained streets outside. Not this fucked up city that has us by the balls. Not even those corpo rats that I know have you by the throat. I’ll steal you away from all of them, and you won’t have to worry about a thing.”

My heart hammered as he drew his hand away, flashing a sincere grin at me. It was a hell of a promise, and I’ve certainly had my fair share of suitors before, promising me similar things with ‘ganic roses on one hand, and shiny supercar keys in the other.

But this was… different. And I could tell that that with the cocky fucking smile on his face, he knew it.

In one night, he’d made me his little toy, and dammit… I’d never felt so alive.

“I-.”

Suddenly the door burst open, and Estevez growled, whirling around in fury… only to find himself face to face with a netrunner decked out in some of the sketchiest gear I’d ever seen.

“Relax big guy, it’s just me. Should put some clothes on though, your lil’ gonk stick is pointing right at me like a- oh fucking shit.”

I caught his eyes just as he caught mine. At that moment, both of us had a synchronized moment of recognition as our optical interfaces recognized each other.

This was it. NetWatch’s rogue operative. His ID flashing on my screen, and the option to alert my superiors about his location popping up immediately. I couldn’t see his eyes – obscured behind large, industrial goggles as they were – but I knew they must’ve been widening as he picked up my corporate affiliation.

“Esty, your shitty fuckin’ output is a corpo rat! Fuck, he’ll get us killed you big idiot!”

The netrunner whipped out his gun. Estevez starts yelling at him to put his weapon down.

I realized that I was feeling oddly calm. Somehow, after all the chaos of the night, this just seemed… expected. Normal. I laughed and shook my head.

“At any other time, this would be an appropriate response. Hell, I was expecting nothing less. But uh… circumstances have changed.”

I glance at Estevez as I say that, and as I catch his eyes, I see that weakness fully revealed. His eyes were no longer burning with desire or staring into my soul. All I could see was hope in there.

Not something you see often in this city.

I turn to the rogue netrunner, eyeing the gun that was still pointed at me, “Look… I ain’t even got a suit on. The most I can do is alert NetWatch- and if I wanted to do that, we’d already getting a whole team of mercs busting down the door to klep your ass for them.”

The netrunner was shivering but still didn’t put his gun down. I decided to try another approach, recalling his name.

“Darwin, yeah? That was your nametag? Look… I don’t wanna draw them here either.”

“Yeah? And why is that, corpo fuck?!” he thrust his gun my way. My heart spiked with fear again, but I was able to calm it quickly. A lot quicker than before.

Instead, I walked closer to Estevez. The huge crocodile-exotic staring down at me with widening eyes as I stepped right up to him.

“’Cause this big choom of yours?” I spoke to Darwin, “Well… he’s got a little offer for me.” I said, a smile playing on my lips.

I turned to the huge, powerful stranger that loomed over me. His eyes wide with something that looked like a mix of awe and surprise as my gaze locked confidently on his, “I think… I think I’d like to be your toy… sir.”

His eyes widened momentarily, a big grin stretching around his muzzle… before quickly being replaced with his cocky smirk.

“Of course you do, slut.” He spoke with his baritone again, and I felt an excited thrill shoot through my spine again.

“…what the FUCK?” came a shout from Darwin.

***

A few minutes later, I was standing in the room. A full set of tattered – but warm – clothes covering me once more. The impromptu-cuffs were pulled off, and so was the collar, but Darwin had dashed off to do… something with it.

While he was off, Estevez and I chatted for a long while. He allowed me 10 questions, and I worded them carefully to learn as much about him as I could. I learned about his debt to Biotechnica, about how he volunteered to be turned into a crocodile exotic while part of an experimental construction crew in Pacifica before he was abandoned. About how he nearly fell to cyberpsychosis before striking a deal with Biotechnica for the meds to keep him going. And about how he’d been working for Berghast ever since just to keep the eddies flowing. When I asked about the nature of the deal, he held up his hand again, and I decided to leave that for later.

Eventually, Darwin was back. He had fashioned the suit material around a chain. A steel chain, with the synleather of my old netrunner suit wrapped around the metal coils. I eyed it curiously, and felt my heart beat a little faster at its sight as he gave it to Estevez.

He glanced at the chain through a furrowed brow. There was a thoughtful look on his face, but I couldn’t quite read it. He turned to me then, the same look of dominance on his face as when I first laid eyes on him.

“So, my boy…” he started. His voice deep. His gaze intense, staring past the chrome and into my soul. “…ready to be a proper little toy for your new master?”

I grinned back at him, responding with all my heart. “Gladly… sir.”

He smirked, wrapping the chain around my bare neck. Darwin produced a lock seemingly out of nowhere – metal, heavy and dark, but emblazoned with a neon-green sigil of a croc’s muzzle. Much like Berghast’s own iconography, but with my sir’s silhouette.

As he clicked it into place, I realized then and there that no matter what happened, no matter what Night City threw at me, no matter where I was in the rush from gig to gig… I had somewhere to come back to.

Estevez grinned at me, his big croc face eyeing me up and down. “Proud of you, boy. Now go!” he gestured to the door, “Delta outta here and get your work done.”

I chuckled, finding myself unable to look away from the big stranger that was no longer such a stranger anymore. Instead, I felt a sudden burst of mischief and desire and drew close to him. I saw him raise a brow at my approach then, but I simply leaned forward.

It’s a bit awkward, kissing a man shaped like a crocodile. I had to choose between kissing the tip of his muzzle – which would just be his nose – or the side. There was a quaver of my old anxious hesitancy, but I found it easier to muscle through and just stick with one.

I chose the latter, and felt his hand on the back of my head guiding me closer. As I kissed the side of his muzzle, his teeth parted. The long, snaking tongue entering my lips. Dominating my jaw, while still caressing my tongue. It was intimate, hot and made me feel a taste of that submissive loss of control again. I smiled as we kissed, feeling his hand clutch possessively around the back of my head. My interface warned me of my high heartbeat once more, but I didn’t care.

It took all my will to withdraw from the kiss, but the look on his face made it worth it.

“I’ll… see you around, sir.”

He smirked, “You will.” He pronounced his words with a swift slap to my ass.

Darwin rolled his eyes, “Alright, get the fuck outta here, choom, before you bring a buncha corpo bullets raining down on us.”

“Okay, okay! I ‘m going. Fuckin' hell…” I snorted but looked back on Sir even as I left. He gave me a proud smile and nodded.

As I stepped out into the stinking, smoke-stained air of Dogtown, I took a deep breath, uncaring of its stink. Night City’s ads blared once again from a random stall in the distance, and I couldn’t help but smile.

It was time to get back to the rush.