Freddy in a Trap
Emptied and sent to the Workshop, what will happen to our favorite Mascot?
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Freddy in a Trap
Emptied and sent to the Workshop, what will happen to our favorite Mascot?
The animatronics workshop was a chaotic mess. Spare parts, unfinished projects, abandoned animatronics left to rot. It was a dreary place compared to the rest of the Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza chain.
For one that showed such a wholesome vision, the small workshop centralizing all the local requests was in a state of dismay. And perhaps that was for the best.
No one would be a witness. No one would see what was to happen… And no one could hear what could happen when the Animatronics were left alone for far too long.
“Freddy. Wake up. You’ve made me wait too long.”
Freddy’s eyes opened, the camera instantly picking up the visual feedback. Then, his hydraulics moved under the black rubber, making most of his articulations. His arms lifted and moved, yet… Something was wrapped around him, like a thick alimentation cable, but heavier.
He looked at his other arm, finding it was bound the same. Similar to his legs, making him unable even to move a little finger. He raised his eyes, his discolored face and red eyes focusing on the brown-painted bunny ahead.
“I am awake,” he finally said, his voice full of sound artifacts.
“I know you’re awake, you dumb animatronic. You should have woken up earlier.”
“But. You told me not to reveal myself.”
“You… Ugh.”
Before his eyes, the Rabbit grunted and growled, reaching for his face while the alimentation cables were wrapped even more strongly than before. They were like tendrils, animated with a purpose Freddy couldn’t imagine. No, his heuristic processor wasn’t one to make such a guess, but he pulled on the cables.
“Could you help me free myself? I am afraid I am currently… Stuck.”
“You must have rebooted and emptied your memory. Allow me to give you a fresh up,” grunted the Rabbit as he waved his hand.
Error – Forced Connection! – Connector deac- Forced reactivation – Data input
Freddy’s jaw dropped, and his whole body shuddered. No, even the light in his eyes was flashing while one of the alimentation cables was planted inside his neck, connecting directly to his internal system.
His fingers twitched, his hydraulics cried out as he pushed even harder against the cables, driven by unwanted spasms from the electric shock. For a moment, it seemed Freddy Fazbear, the face of Freddy Fazbear Entertainment, was about to implode. Even his neck twitched before it all stopped.
Before the shocks ended, Freddy’s head dropped. His limbs went limp, down to his arms.
“Ah… I must have broken him. I might need a new one,” commented the Rabbit.
However, Freddy’s hydraulics twitched, and then his head raised while a smile appeared on his face. His eyes readjusted, entirely analyzing the shape in front of him. And the sole answer from Freddy’s system is that he was in front of his maker, master, lover… Springtrap.
“I am back. Sorry, I must have had a crash,” growled Freddy, his arms and legs released as he scratched his face. He wasn’t even noticing how his exposed claws were scratching the white paint coat onto his face.
“It is fascinating how easily you return to your base programming,” said Springtrap, approaching and stepping closer. “You made me waste my time. So you know what the punishment is.”
“Yes. Of course,” replied Freddy as he nodded. “But… I was left empty.”
Freddy reached for his lower reaches. Not for his belly plate, but something lower. A cod plate that was used to cover some connectors. However, some of the most recent models of Animatronics had something else on the front.
And the moment the cod piece was dropped off, Freddy’s cock slipped free.
Black like dyed silicone, with glowed red ridges that were supposed to be covered with silicone to present a somewhat soft but flexible outlook. Instead, the whole genitalia looked artificial to a fault: down to the perfectly round testicles dangling in the silicone scrotum… or that uncut cock with a foreskin that was dangling from the edge due to the excess.
It was likely an unmodified, unrefined version. But it was there as Freddy Fazbear’s system connected to it, and his cock sprang to life.
With a hum from his groin, fluid was pumped right into his organ, making the silicone inflate to take up a more ‘exciting’ shape. The cock bobbed up and down… The foreskin was peeled back. Artificial veins bulged underneath the silicone and under the ridges.
The shaft followed an upward arch with a sizeable urethra bulging on the underside in front of Springtrap, who observed it… And poked at it.
“They are making it so easy,” he said with a chuckle, his metal-covered body nearing.
“Yes. On the maintenance notes, they said the organs were filled with ‘gunk’ and unworkable. They removed everything.”
“Maybe that’s your punishment. To have your nuts filled once again. Don’t you think?”
Before Freddy could reply, the same alimentation cables that had been wrapped around his body were seizing his testicles. They coiled around them, pressed around the base of the orbs, and squeezed them tightly.
So tightly Freddy’s heuristic system made him flinch as a growing pressure alert flooded his system. Right before they were flushed away by Springtrap’s fingers touching his erect cock. Touch the tip… And circle the visible and distended urethra.
“I am sorry to disappoint you. I’ll do better.”
“I do not care,” grunted Springtrap as he reached for his own codpiece. “I want to ruin you.”
There was always a hint of animosity in Springtrap’s voice. But tonight?
It felt heavier. More dangerous. More purposeful, as he grunted and ripped his own cod plate apart to reveal his own organ. Instead of Freddy’s black and bright red silicone organs… Springtrap’s were different: they were seemingly a new model, a prototype of bright purple with an integrated skin that had many captors integrated to it.
Though it was supposed to be cold to the touch, the tactile sensation was to be the very same texture, much to the veins underneath the skin. To the foreskin. And sure enough, there were those large purple testicles that were hanging quite low tonight.
A glance and they looked much heavier than last time, perhaps… All that overclocking and modification caught up with Springtrap?
The Bunny Animatronic grunted and seemed to ignore Freddy’s puzzled expression. At the same time, he played with the Bear’s urethra, touched the pliable and cold lining before inserting a finger within the wide entrance.
In return, Freddy’s body shuddered. The small pump inside his groin stopped for less than a second, making the organ cock soft… Before it started again, with that cock bobbing up and down while Springtrap continued to tease the tip.
“I need to break you,” said Springtrap, this time with a hint of envy in his artificial voice.
A hint that was definitely echoed by his bright purple cock springing to life, without any sound of pumping or anything. It was all a gel inside that organ, which would harden in response to electrical shocks.
And that cock? Oh, it was completely hard, almost to the limit. It wasn’t bobbing up and down; it wasn’t twitching. It almost looked like a dildo as it hit Freddy’s own cock and pressed against it.
“It would cost-“
Freddy stopped, but Springtrap’s eyes were on him, carefully analyzing his reaction.
The alimentation cables around Freddy’s testicles were tightening. Worse, more, smaller, were joining in to squeeze on the silicone completely… While pressing on the cables inside… Cutting off the regulatory functions.
Inside Freddy’s system, alarms were blaring again, and yet, he was pushed just as fast while Springtrap grabbed Freddy’s cock and pushed it down. Down… Down until that cocktip was practically pointing at Springtrap.
“If you keep crushing them, they will be destroyed,” said Freddy.
“That’s the purpose. The company is spending too much on your nuts, Freddy. I can’t tell them… But I can make them understand they’re pointless. And they should perhaps produce something more adequate for me.”
His voice was darker, with a chuckle as his cocktip, rigid like steel, was now aligned with Freddy’s cocktip and then…
With a grunt, with a thrust, Springtrap’s cock was inside. He penetrated it without preparation, and Freddy’s system alerted him to the friction. No, in fact, he scrunched up his metal nose in an expression of pain as his heuristic system simulated it. What was used to force his IA to learn and adapt was now used against him as he flinched.
No, he even quivered while he could feel the pouch of liquid, used to contain his ‘blood’ being squeezed hard inside his cock.
Harder and harder, the more Springtrap went inside, his cocktip definitely aiming at Freddy’s inner systems.
All the while, the pressure on his testicles kept growing as the tendrils pulled down and down, stretching the silicone until even the outer layer was triggering alerts.
Alerts that were definitely torturing Freddy, making him quiver and be unsteady on his feet.
“Do you regret making me wait?”
“Yes… Master.”
“So, you know what you must do,” said Springtrap.
A mischievous and sadistic tone was all Springtrap offered.
To which Freddy replied by putting his hands on his nape and squatting ever so slightly so his Master didn’t have to hold on to his cock.
Rather, it allowed their organs to be perfectly aligned while the cock remained inside, squeezing and producing so many alerts. So many outcries from Freddy’s heuristic system, he had to fight not to flinch or cry out loud.
No… He only assumed the posture expected of him, spreading his legs wider and allowing the tendrils to move along to wrap themselves around his testicles, as the error messages swarmed in.
“Good, Freddy. I knew I programmed you well.”
“Thanks, Master,” replied Freddy, his heuristic system releasing the equivalent of an endorphine shot. He was at rest, peaceful.
The instant after, the Animatronics twitched.
No, his ears dropped while his metal eyelids tensed and moved along, revealing the rolling eyes, while his testicles were pulled further. And further. The alerts were screaming in his mind, and this time, there was nothing to halt or erase that barrage.
Those alerts screamed before his eyes, erasing every sensory data except the damage to the cables tying the organs together, the torque applied on the nuts, or the growing pressure that was almost crushing the fake organs.
One by one, the sensors popped inside his testicles.
The feedback they offered grew scrambled until each unit broke, and Freddy felt them like a ping going through his body. A ping that made every limb twitch, unable to control that error message parasiting his entire electrical system.
With a pop, so twitched his fingers. With three, he quivered. With four, his jaw dropped.
At any moment, he would receive the message about his testicles being disconnected, and the cum production software crashing alongside it.
He braced for it, for the moment as the torque continued to grow and…
“This is so funny. I never programmed this, but I guess the morons at Headquarters gave you sentience. They are stupid,” said Springtrap, with a spiteful tone.
“Error. I am not sentient. I am merely pre-programmed by directive-“
“Shut up,” huffed Springtrap, rolling his eyes while his fingers dug further into Freddy’s cock and then… With a thrust, his cock slipped back inside, into those depths that were squeezing his cock… As it descended, it lowered and almost reached the groin itself.
“Did I displease you?”
“Shut up,” repeated Springtrap, his tone tense.
Tense… And followed by his body stopping, by the fingers not even moving one inch while he dug into that hard and silicone-covered cock. He growled then… With a final movement; he penetrated it.
Freddy’s mind flared with the feedback, with the alert. But down his groin, his drainage and cum-production system was breached. The first? It instantly went into lockdown, but in return, Freddy sensed a tension growing in his groin and belly as the ‘sphincters’ clamped.
But for the cum production? For the one used to please clients?
Oh, it was powerless. Exposed, down to the pump where the prostate ought to be. Or the storage units near the anal fleshlight. And finally… Down to the gonads in the scrotum, or rather, the production unit that had been emptied and forcefully shut down by the technician.
Springtrap stopped, but his cock was definitely there, and Freddy could definitely admire the sideways cut of his body, with how the cocktip was currently at the branching between the two systems.
“You’re wondering where I’ll go, do you?”
“I do not wonder; I solely do what’s needed. Master,” replied Freddy.
“Tsk. They have not improved you enough. But I’ll break your balls, I told you,” retorted Springtrap. And so, with another thrust, Springtrap penetrated Freddy’s ‘prostate’. The set of fake organs was instantly damaged, down to the disconnected pump.
The answer? Freddy’s voice box cried an alert message before he stopped it, directly.
An arduous effort as a subpart of his system was now reacting with urgency. A program, a subroutine, dedicated to protecting his integrity when damage reached a certain threshold.
And its orders were simple: remove itself from danger and go to the nearest workshop. Alas, even that subroutine was scrambled because he was in a workshop. And he couldn’t flee.
Hence, all the garbage data was weighing on and pushing at Freddy’s mind, making his voice box now produce artifact sounds like grunts while his system was cutting the alerts one by one.
But it wasn’t stopping the damage itself.
No, Springtrap was gleefully thrusting against the prostate, forcing on the silicone layer protecting the inner machinery, pushing against the thin passage with a cock that was definitely much bigger than it. And in return, Freddy could tell some organs, some pieces, were rearranged or crashing into one another.
Sensors flared, cried, and broke apart while his prostate was fucked from within, with the chaos definitely impacting Freddy’s systems to the point even his jaw couldn’t close anymore, while his head twitched and his ears dropped.
“Integrity alert,” said Freddy, his voice definitely scrambled.
“I’ll definitely break that,” groaned Springtrap.
He gave another thrust, another push. And that cock was now definitely going through the pump system. But not without delivering something. Something warm, sticky, drippy. It has the consistency of glue at the moment, though it ought not to.
But Springtrap’s heavy testicles, as a prototype, could produce all sorts of liquid. And that liquid, caustic goo was everywhere. It slipped into the thinnest of cracks, coated the sensors, seeped into the casing until even the springs and other parts were slowed, then they were glued together in that goo that would harden and definitely kill the machinery.
A good thing that, despite Springtrap’s physical limitation to penetrate further, the fluid followed the path opposite to the cum production system.
Freddy definitely felt it. He felt it as it overrode and corroded the cum storage units. Then, it descended along the tubes. The same tubes that the alimentation cables wielded by Springtrap had squeezed.
For a moment, there was an expectation that the damage would stop or that the source of the caustic goo would end. But the estimates were low, below the 5%.
And then… Springtrap growled while delivering another series of trust, his goo flushed out from the entrance by something cleaner and less dense. Cum. ‘Real Cum’, as the technicians called it, though it was something similar made of polycarbonates.
The sweet-smelling and white liquid was sprayed all into Freddy’s cock, coating the inside while Springtrap was definitely pumping faster and faster, grumbling to himself.
Probably, he was commenting on the sensors or the lack of satisfaction. The Rabbit continued to hump and pump, holding onto Freddy’s cock while the Bear animatronics were showing signs of instability.
His eyes flashed, literally. His ears had dropped and wouldn’t move. His fingers trembled on his neck while his hydraulics creaked.
All those messages were starting to overwhelm him. And yet, it wouldn’t stop. That ‘glue’ was forced down thanks to the cum, which was forced inside the tubes with the sensors now squeezed on both sides before they, too, gave out.
For someone human, it would have been so painful that they’d have been screaming their lungs out. Instead, Freddy only widened his posture while the cables linked to his nuts looked bloated and then… That bloating reached inside his testicles.
“Oh yeah. I can see them breaking,” grunted Springtrap, his voice unstable, too.
“Yes… Testicles integrity is at… 76%.... 54%.... 46%”
“Oh yes. Keep counting. I love that,” grunted Springtrap as he threw his head back. No, he wasn’t loving it. He was blissful listening to the slow, methodical countdown.
It was partially estimated, and the return from the sensors. But Freddy’s systems were displaying the sectors affected in his testicles.
What was a blotch of red along the fake epididymides spread in all directions. It spread inward then outward, like something, a parasite, that had buried itself.
And with it, with that caustic goo reaching the inside, the cum production systems were crumbling… They were collapsing, the chemical storage opening up and releasing their own caustic mix into his testicles.
“34%... 24%... Alert. Client satisfaction impossible within circumstances. 13%. Alert.”
The monotonous voice was definitely followed by Freddy’s mouth moving, with the jaw slacking too much to voice something.
His claws were even scraping the metal covering his neck, teasing the cables underneath it. Meanwhile, that goo continued to spread and then mix with the chemical, producing a reaction unexpected by all but Springtrap.
Springtrap, who groaned louder and louder, his hips pumping faster into Freddy’s cock until… With a grunt, the alimentation cables around the testicles squeezed too tightly and… There was a cut.
Freddy’s mind blanked.
Crashed. Reboot. Cleaned. All the foreign code in his memory was flushed out. All the errors written to his disk were forcibly removed, just as from his memory.
Everything was out, cleaned, stripped… Until his eyes reopened on a technician.
“Hi. I am Freddy Fazbear. How can I help?” he spoke.
“Freddy. I need a… Physical check-up of your genitals.”
“Check-up… Cum production disconnected. Cum pump is disconnected. Bladder control locked. Penis… Damaged to fifty percent.”
Freddy looked to his right at a mirror before he turned.
Before he looked at his testicles, so large they looked like watermelons that were dragged on the floor, still loosely held in that scrotum. And yet, it didn’t end there with his cock looking like a blown fleshlight or the silicone bitten in many places. A vision of destruction before the technician stepped in front of it, sighing.
“Fuck. I can’t repair that. Whoever fucked you up, he went in hard. ‘Better update you with that pussy, instead.”
Freddy blinked. But his ears heard a grunt in the distance before his eyes turned to the human.
“I’ll do everything I can to help you in this endeavor!”