Brandr Collected 1 - Calibration
#1 of Brandr Collected
After losing his spacecraft, Brand finds himself in a horny predicament. Thoughts of escape vanish from his mind as pleasure overwhelms him. What nefarious plans does his captor have in store?
Written in collaboration with Brandr
I startled awake, remembering my ship flying to pieces around me. My ejector seat had snapped shut around me as it was ripped into the cold vacuum, protecting me from the huge chunks of debris spinning around the remains of my aging spacecraft. I bounced once, twice, and then I was rotating too fast to keep track of my surroundings. Too fast to breathe from my mask. Spinning so fast I blacked out...
Brand startled awake, remembering the violence that had knocked him out. He gasped and struggled, trying to figure out his surroundings. He floated in place, realizing the lack of gravity immediately. The rest of his situation took longer to figure out in the darkness.
"An unlit room?" The dragon thought. "No, there's a strange pressure over my face. I must have been blindfolded... What's happening?"
His wrists were trapped behind him, held together in some kind of metal manacles that also connected to a matching restraint at the base of his tail. He was sure there was another pair of steel shackles on his ankles judging by the weight, but they didn't seem to be connected to anything.
The scaly surface of his body felt strange, so he reached his fingers out to feel his tail. It was smooth... too smooth, and his fingers stuck more than he expected as he slid them across its surface. It felt like rubber, and if he wasn't mistaken it covered every inch of his body.
That probably included his eyes and mouth, which were held shut in a firm but stretchy grip. He struggled against it and tried to shout but could only manage some quiet whimpering. He pulled at the rest of his bonds but it was clear that it was futile. He was trapped in head to-toe rubber and steel, suspended helplessly in microgravity.
Despite the severity of his predicament, he found himself getting aroused. The rubber squeaked as he struggled, and he was reminded of some of his favorite porn scenes involving a sexy sub in rubber getting pounded. His dick started feeling firm as it expanded into the warm embrace of the rubber. It felt better than he could've imagined and he moaned into the mask covering his face.
There was some kind of sleeve, gripping his shaft tightly. He realized as his dick got stiffer to fill its space that it wasn't smooth inside like the exterior skin of the suit. The soft texture rippled against his sensitive flesh and made him quiver as it slid slowly down his length. It crept at an agonizing pace, squeezing whenever his dick throbbed, and despite the gentleness of its advance he found an orgasm approaching slowly.
Finally the rubber reached the base of his cock, squeezing and coaxing it to become the hardest erection he could remember having. It stopped moving and squeezed tight, causing him to whimper; he was sure that this attention would make him cum if it continued, even with its teasing pace.
For the first time since waking up, he began to catch his breath. His mind was fogged with arousal, so he tried to focus on something about his environment that could help him escape. He twisted and struggled for a moment, but this seemed to spark a new wave of stimulation from the rubber sheath. It slid up and down his length in at an agonizingly slow speed. He thrust his hips with no success, grunting and whimpering at his predicament.
Whoever his captor was must have had some nefarious reason to put him through this. But Brand was having trouble speculating on why he were there. His thoughts kept shifting towards how much he was actually enjoying the helplessness of his situation. There was nothing he could do but get more and more aroused, as the rubber's ministrations dragged him inevitably towards an incredible orgasm.
He realized that the rubber was changing, forming a tight ring around the base of his shaft, gripping and pulsing as his arousal grew ever more intense. He was sure it was going to push him over the edge at any moment, but the motions of the sleeve grew slower and more subtle, leaving him far from the climax he desired.
Even as the ring around the base was pulling tight, a second ring of rubber was beginning to form, pulling tight around his balls and cock like a more traditional cock ring. The effect was that his throbbing penis felt like it got even harder, and on queue the sleeve began pumping his meat again, even more torturously slow. He bucked and writhed, drowning in a sea of mindless arousal as another orgasm began to build up. Then, once again, it stopped.
"Mmmmmph!" he moaned into the rubber as he thrusted in vain for a couple minutes, finding new desperation in his need.
Once he stopped struggling, a third ring pulled tight around his balls and stretched them slowly away from his body until they were taut. They remained stretched so tight that he squirmed in pain, as his dick was assaulted by another onslaught of teasing strokes. The new ring became tighter as he got close to orgasm, so tight he could barely breathe at times, as if testing how much pain he could handle, and how much would cause his dick to wilt.
The dragon squirmed, trying to find relief until the pulling from the ring stopped. Then, out of nowhere, he heard a voice.
"Phase 1 complete. Resetting Subject."
It sounded robotic, unemotional, genderless, and must've been coming from speakers by his ears underneath the rubber. He asked himself, "I wonder what ' reset' means..."
His mouth tasted sweet, and his thoughts trailed off into nothingness.
Brand's head was spinning. He knew he had been unconscious, but not for how long. It felt like he was dreaming and couldn't fully wake up. A haze of arousal hung over the dragon's mind, fogging his thoughts.
Still in a daze, he noticed a movement in his bottom. Something smooth and metallic probed inside him, moving gently against his most sensitive spot and making him tremble.
As he became more aware of his new situation, he noticed a new weight attached had been added to his bondage. Another steel shackle had been fastened onto his body, this time on his balls. There was still no gravity but the mass was noticeable on his sack as he squirmed, arms still trapped behind him.
After a few minutes, the rest of it came back to him through the haze over his mind. He had been captured somehow and was stuck in rubber. He wondered if the cocksleeve had been removed while he slept, but noticed its presence when his hardening cock began to slide into its familiar embrace.
The slow pushing and pulling in his ass was having a noticeable effect on his libido, making him squirm and shake. A new level of helplessness dawned on him as he realized he wasn't only getting pleasure, he was being used. There was nothing he could do as the metal object thrust slowly and gently inside of him.
"It's definitely found my prostate," Brand thought as it moved slowly, caressing only that spot. His dick throbbed again but he knew the stimulation wouldn't be enough to get him close to cumming. It made him long for the sensation of the torturous cocksleeve, which hadn't moved since he awoke. Regardless, he was enjoying the pleasurable experience thoroughly.
After several minutes of being gently fucked by the probe, a sudden new sensation shook his whole body. He gasped at the new feeling: a pulsing vibration hitting both his prostate and his taint. His gasp turned into a drawn-out moan as he writhed in ecstasy at the continued onslaught of pleasure.
The treatment continued for some time, and despite the lack of attention to his penis he found himself approaching an orgasm. It was enough to convince him that his earlier assumption about not being able to cum from anal pleasure was entirely false.
This realization changed everything as the dragon started feeling stronger waves of pleasure flowing through his being. He realized he was rhythmically moving in time with the chorus of the probe fucking his hole and the vibrations on his taint.
His moans were muffled by the tight rubber hood, but the sound of his own pleasure filled his own ears as the only sound he could hear, driving him more quickly towards a climax.
The sensations stopped.
"Phase 2 complete. Resetting subject."
"MMMmmmmph!" screamed the muzzled dragon, knowing he'd soon be knocked out again. How far was this going to go? His mouth tasted sweet again.
My trip to Jovian Station had taken weeks... or was it months? It was almost time to trade off this piece of junk and get myself a new ship. It was a junker, way past its expiry date, but saving for a ship takes time. I was plotting a final course to rendezvous with the station when I was distracted by a cacophony of alarms.
The ship disappeared around me violently, taking my clothes with it. I floated naked, exhausted, my limbs too heavy to move from behind my back. My skin was shiny rubber and heavy steel. Something was happening, and my body shook with pleasure. I was helpless to the sensations and it felt... right.
Then my vision was glowing bright. A screen flashed unclear images in front of my eyes, and a thought crossed my mind.
I MUST SERVE.
The brightness surrounded me, filled with images behind a fog too thick to see through.
GOOD SLAVES ARE REWARDED.
My body felt so good, all I could do was scream in pleasure.
PLEASE USE ME.
The dragon's eyes snapped open, and were blinded by a white light inside his mask. His mouth still tasted sweet from the gas that had knocked him out, and its haze was stronger on his mind than ever before. His dick was at full mast, throbbing on the edge of another denied orgasm as he trembled at his own arousal. A familiar, robotic voice spoke:
"Phase 3 complete. Calibration complete... Begin training phase."