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Toby let the steaming water of the shower soak into his pelt and spread liquid warmth across his aching muscles. The day at the factory had worn the tiger down. It was only a few hours work, half the typical work day, but he was constantly active. Every muscle ached from persistent use and his mind just wanted to shut down after having been on high alert for so long: the work was hazardous, and if you stopped paying attention for even a moment, someone might lose a finger.

Toby sighed and turned off the shower, letting his body hang limp against a wall amidst the steam. One hand reached up and brushed along his pelt, flicking off excess water. The action was automatic, all of its own accord. His mind was elsewhere, trying to cool off, shut down, let go for a while, and fly on autopilot, but even there in the shower he couldn't fully stop thinking.

A smile flickered over the tiger's face. He knew the right way to shut down his mind after a long day at work: with his second job.

The tiger stretched, winced a little at some of his muscles straining, and grabbed a dryer to clean out his pelt. He didn't bother to put on any clothes, but made his way to his basement naked, tail twitching behind him, sheath already standing proud and full at the thought of the evening's activities.

Toby, like all his friends at the factory, needed a second job. The factory had shit pay but, thanks to the union, amazing benefits. Most of his friends supplemented with odd work here and there, but Toby had found the perfect second job, one with no benefits, but amazing pay and the chance to let his mind run on autopilot after the intensity of the factory: he rented himself out as a fucktoy.

Toby threw open the doors to his "sub room," as he liked to call it. Inside the room was a massive computer whose screen was projected onto an entire wall. Nearby were top-of-the-line cameras, microphones, and lights, all focused on a sprawling chair in the middle of the room. On the back wall were bondage implements and toys of all kinds, including his favorite, a synthlatex computer-compatible suit that cost as much as a new Ferrari, but brought him back plenty more money than that.

The tiger smiled and stepped into the suit, shimmying into each limb and sliding his tail into a sleeve. It was uncomfortable at first, despite the slickness on the inside of the suit, but once everything was in place, the suit started to bunch and glide, rippling over his body until it had smoothed his fur back down into its natural place. Toby glanced at his reflection. Now, instead of the black stripes over white and orange, he had sharp blue lightning bolts etched over a black latex skin. The suit covered himself from the head down.

Toby tapped the suit at his collar, signaling the next step to begin. He felt it push in around his sheath and then slide partway in to rest against his engorged shaft. Then it rippled again around his tail, a piece of cool, slick synthlatex pressing right against his pucker and resting there. The tiger sighed and hoped he'd get a good fucking tonight. He could use it.

Finally, the most important part: the mask. He plucked it from where it rested on a shelf, opened his muzzle to accommodate the small phallic gag inside, and slid it over his head. All went dark and silent around him until the mask sealed in to the rest of the suit and booted up. The gag in his mouth pulled out, letting his mouth open and close naturally again. The visor over his eyes flicked into life, showing him a clear view of the room again, but with a HUD overlay synced with his computer. His ears tried to flick in their synthlatex coating as sound returned, but it wasn't quite flexible and responsive enough to allow that as naturally as the rest of his motions. Oh well, they were supposed to be designing better versions at that moment and they might be out in a year or two. By then he ought to have saved up enough for it.

Toby took a seat in the chair, smiling under the mask as his image came up on the screen, which was showing a feed from the camera. He pulled the keyboard in close and opened up to Toyz4Ownerz.com. Despite the cheezy name, it was perhaps the most seriously run website he had encountered. With a few more keystrokes, he had logged in as SparkyTheTiger, which made him smile again as he glanced down as his lightning-striped suit.

Then he sighed and rested back in his chair as the matchmaking program did its thing. He flicked his tongue out against the little nub that had been the synthlatex gag and watched through the HUD as it showed a progress bar.

He'd had all kinds of experiences on Toyz4Ownerz. Usually it was a dommy guy or gal who just wanted to pay to order someone around for a bit and watch the fun. He made sure his entire arsenal of toys was at their disposal. Sometimes things were special. Occasionally an owner wanted two toys, like the time he had been in put into a deep-throating contest with another toy, with an orgasm for the winner. Occasionally someone wanted longer term control, like the time he had spent a weekend wearing a bio-monitor that made sure any orgasms he had were reported and later punished. Occasionally there were a group of owners, like the time the sorority had used him as a lewd version of spin-the-bottle, each woman in turn commanding his suit to give him ten simulated strokes to his cock, with the winner being the one who made him cum.

Normally he'd be there for a few minutes, but within seconds, the progress bar snapped to full. Animated fireworks went off on the website and the site's mascot (a robotic dog) popped up with a message saying, "Congratulations, toy, you have been matched to a potential owner. Please click through to learn more about this owner before making a decision."

Toby raised a hand and flicked through the air, the synthlatex interpreting that as a mouse click. He loved that.

Owner name: Toymaker.

Unoriginal, Toby thought, but hey.

Used ID: 15.

That sent Toby's eyebrows straight to the top of his forehead and his tail twitching behind him. If they were that low, they had to be friends of the original designers.

Trust level: platinum.

Damn. Most trust levels were calculated based on toy's reviews. You couldn't even gain access to a lot as an owner until you got high enough trust. Platinum levels were only given out by special dispensation of the site managers, and only after an intense review process.

Toby glanced down at the review scores. They weren't just high. They were perfect. No one had a bad thing to say about this guy. Or girl. Or whatever it was.

He skimmed the comments. Praise beyond measure. "Best experience I ever had. Nothing compares," said one.

He glanced at the price being offered for the evening. His eyes went wide and he had trouble containing his squeal of joy.

How could he say no to all of that? He flicked his hand again and the accept button was pressed.

The room around him started to dim as the visor started to turn off its external feeds. Toby's breath caught a little as the only thing he could see was the HUD connected to the computer. A chat window popped up.

Toymaker: <Hello, toy.>

Toby fumbled for the keyboard he couldn't see and began to type back.

SparkyTheTiger: <Hello, Owner. Do you have a name or title you would prefer I use?>

Toymaker: <"Sir" is fine, toy.>

SparkyTheTiger: <Yes, sir.>

Toby could feel his heart beating a little faster, his breath quickening. He always got a thrill at meeting a new dom for the first time. Who knows what he would do with him? The possibilities were endless.

Toymaker: <I can see you are already getting excited. Good toy.>

SparkyTheTiger: <Thank you, sir.>

Toymaker: <Now, for tonight, I'd like you to open up the connection so I can have full permissions and control. Do you accept?>

Toby swallowed. He'd come this far. And they were platinum-certified after all.

SparkyTheTiger: <Yes, sir. Permission granted.>

Toymaker: <Good toy.>

Toymaker: <Now sit back and relax. You do not need to respond right now. Your training is now my responsibility.>

Toby rested back in his chair and shivered a little. Training always sounded good, especially when it was the kind he didn't have to think for. He wondered idly just what Toymaker had in mind for him and then felt a wave of bliss roll through him as he realized it didn't matter and he could stop caring.

A moment later he heard a sound in his ears: Toymaker was sending him the sound of a quiet forest brook, gently babbling. The visor HUD faded away to be replaced with a slowly pulsing light and the words being sent by his owner for the evening.

<Relax>

<Relax>

<Good toy>

<You are mine now>

<Relax>

<Relax>

Toby took a deep breath and exhaled and as he did he felt a probing under his tail. The synthlatex was firming up and pressing insistently at his tailhole. With each pulse of the light, it pressed in again. He did as his owner was instructing and relaxed, giving a tiny jump as the synthlatex first penetrated him and then moaning as it pushed in deeper.

<Good toy>

Toby shifted in his seat. This was hitting just the right buttons in him. Controlled by the anonymous owner and getting slowly fucked, his mind focused on nothing more than the pleasure. His shaft pressed out of his sheath and into the space between fur and suit. There was a rippling sensation as his shaft was surrounded by a thick layer of synthlatex. He saw in the HUD a familiar symbol of a lock being shut.

<Toys have bulges>

The tiger felt down over his hips. Sure enough a thick latex bulge coated his erect shaft, and although he tried to caress it, almost no sensation went through to his shaft. He gave a little moan of frustration that was tinged with happiness: another aspect of himself he couldn't control, another aspect under the auspice of the owner, another reason to think a little less.

He felt the plug inside him inflate and start to spread him wide. Then he felt a familiar tickling sensation as he knew the plug was being hollowed out. Now it was like a cocksleeve inside of him. Anyone who wanted to fuck him would meet almost no resistance. Toby moaned.

<What is your name?>

Toby frowned. That was an unusual request. He said aloud into his mask, "Sparky."

Immediately the plug inside him filled out, stretching him wide. It hurt, just a little, but mostly it was very uncomfortable and bloated. Then, a moment later, it was gone.

<Your name is toy>

Toby had to pant for breath, unable to moan although he wanted to. The insistence, the control, the light but clear punishment -- there was no denying it. This was turning him on. A lot.

After a few more relaxing pulses of light, the message came again.

<What is your name?>

This time Toby opened his mouth and said, "Toy."

And just as fast, the plug punished him again, stretching him wide for a moment.

<A toy should not stop to think about its answer. It should only answer.>

It took Toby four more times before he had answered to the owner's exacting specifications. He shivered at the realization that if anyone else asked him his name, he would have responded with "toy" at that moment.

<Good toy>

A small wave of elation went through Toby. It no longer felt like a generic phrase of praise. It felt like specific praise of him. He was toy. Toy was good.

His shaft throbbed and the bulge vibrated around it. How long had that been going on, he wondered idly for a moment.

<Good toys suck>

The gag pushed suddenly into his muzzle, forming the tip of a thick canid cock. Toby gagged on it and was punished with another stretching pulse from the plug.

<Suck>

Toby did. He felt only a twinge from the plug.

<Suck>

Toby kept doing so.

<Suck harder>

Toby felt the makeshift shaft push deeper, filling out his entire mouth.

<Toys suck>

Every time Toby slowed for even a moment, he felt the plug threatening to stretch him wide again. He swallowed and caressed the shaft in his mouth for all he was worth.

<Suck>

He did.

<Suck>

He did.

<Relax>

He did.

<Relax>

He did.

Toby took deep, calming breaths. As the babbling of the brook in his ear soothed him, he realized he was still sucking quite hard on the shaft in his mouth. It felt right now. How long had he been doing it before Toymaker had stopped commanding him to do so?

He squirmed in his seat and reached down to massage at the bulge. He could feel the pre dripping from his shaft. He could feel the tightness in his balls, yearning to be let out.

<Hands at your side>

Toby groaned and let his hands fall away. His hips flexed at the air. It was getting harder and harder not to just do whatever the words said. There was too much going on. The need was too strong.

Perfect. Just what he needed.

<Spread your knees>

Toby panted and sucked on the cock in his mouth as his knees shifted. He knew the cameras would be pointed right at that bulge, which was no doubt quivering and straining as he got closer and closer to the edge.

His thoughts had shrunk down to nothing more than the words before him and the need pulsing through his shaft.

<Suck>

He sucked hard on the shaft.

<Clench>

He squeezed on the plug inside him.

<Grind>

His hips thrust lewdly into the air.

<Relax>

He took a deep breath.

<Suck>

<Clench>

<Grind>

<Relax>

The words kept cycling and he kept obeying. After the fifth repetition, the words started to be overlaid above another message: <Good toy>. It just stayed, pulsing underneath the other ones, reminding him of how good he was after each obedient action. Then, as the sucking, clenching, and grinding became more and more instinctual, the emphasis was put on <Relax>.

And then onto <Relax> and <Obey>.

And then <Relax> <Obey> <Blank>

And then <Relax> <Obey> <Blank> <Empty>

And then toy was left without any thoughts in his head and did nothing but obey.

* * *

Toby came to with a start. He was still in the synthlatex suit. Still fellating that shaft in his muzzle. Still clenching around the plug in his rear. But now he remembered it all.

He remembered how, once he could no longer think, Toymaker began to command him to do more intricate things. He had danced lewdly for the cameras. He had squatted on a dildo and pumped himself down along it to what should have been at least two orgasms (if toys had been permitted to have orgasms). He had knelt like a begging puppy and barked on command. He had used the anal beads, the nipple clamps, cuffs, spreader bars, and more than half of his suite of toys all for Toymaker's voyeuristic desires.

He remembered all that and more. Hours of complete and total obedience. His mind had been a blank slate, and Toymaker had trained him to do every action to his exacting specifications. No, not trained, Toby thought, programmed. He had been programmed, like a robot. Like a machine.

His shaft throbbed hard in the bulge. He couldn't believe he still hadn't cum.

<Did you enjoy your time as a toy?>

Toby fervently nodded. He was still sucking. He wondered when he would stop wanting to.

The room started to come back into focus beyond the HUD on the visor. Slowly the gag receded and the plug deflated. The bulge shrank until it was a thin wrapper like a condom over his shaft.

<Good toy>

<Toymaker.exe ended>

Toby blinked.

The chat interface came back fully.

Toymaker: <Thank you for trying our Toymaker program. We've built this simple AI based on toy/owner interactions and user feedback. We hope you will help us continue to improve the program and make it the best dominant on our site!>

Toby continued to stare dumbly into the screen. Toymaker was nothing more than a program? An AI?

He'd obeyed, been trained, been programmed, by a machine?

As the thought struck him, his shaft throbbed and, without needing any touches, spurted his seed all the way over his chest and belly.