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Undone by His Suit

Part 3

for Katsuka

by Draconicon

Crypt'Lisk groaned as he dragged himself back to his car. Considering that he had been tossed out of the warehouses by legitimately hired security, it was something of a miracle that they didn't call the cops on him. Or if they had, nobody came. Sometimes they didn't; sometimes, they were paid off not to go to certain areas. Whatever the reason, he was glad that nobody had found him like that.

The snake leaned against the driver's side door of his vehicle, panting for breath as he felt the slime of all the 'use' that he had been put through still oozing around inside his suit. Despite the rips and tears that the rodents had left behind while they were fucking him, the whole thing had somehow managed to fix itself. He didn't know how, he didn't know why, but it was whole again.

As a result, of course, all the slime from the face-fuck, ass-fuck, cum-marking, and more that the guards had done as they passed him from one to another was all marinating inside the suit, marking him from head to toe with musk and seed. He gritted his teeth as he clenched his fist around his door handle, trying to put the arousal that he still felt out of his head.

"I'm not...I'm not a slut..."

But there was something about being a good little sex drone that made it all the hotter to just let these things happen. It was fun to just be taken down a few pegs, to be held down and -

"Nnnngh..."

The thoughts were coming from places that he didn't understand. He wasn't even interested in dicks outside of his own, not that much, not like this. He pulled the door open and slipped inside, sitting down and wincing as soon as the cum in the seat of his suit squelched again, rubbing against his cheeks and between them, reminding him of how gaping wide his ass had become. At some point, a rat and a rabbit had worked together to work his ass open, and considering that some of the guards had been augmented 'down there', that meant that it had been one hell of a stretch, more than he had been entirely ready for and a hell of a lot more than he really knew how to take without -

"I don't fucking do that!"

Crypt'Lisk slammed his head against the car wheel, beeping his horn by accident. He sat up and shut off the sound, letting out a long, slow sigh.

"....Mr. Vult."

That was what he'd heard. They were talking about a big bear that was running things, someone that had promised that this would be taken care of. While there were other bears through the city, he knew that it had to be his boss. Mr. Vult was connected to all kinds of corporations, and while he had kept his reputation as squeaky-clean as his suit, the bear had never shied away from doing business with criminals, too.

There had to be something there. There had to be.

If he went back to the office, there shouldn't be anyone but the mechanized security system waiting there now. That would still require some work to get around, but nothing like what he had been dealing with around the warehouses and with the rats. It was just typical SaefSec security at that point, and he knew that like the back of his hand.

I can do this...I can do this.

Putting his car in drive, he left the alley and made his way back uptown.

The journey ended at the company garage with him pulling into his parking place and stepping out. He hesitated, thinking that perhaps he might have been better suited to pick a space that didn't immediately label his car as his, but something stopped him. He shrugged it off, not having the space in his head to think about it right then.

If I'm right, then I can take him down and there's no more problems. If I'm wrong...well, it doesn't matter at this point, does it?

The good little drone - no, the one that they were trying to turn into a good little drone - made his way to the elevator and stepped inside. The metal doors closed quickly, and he took a few deep breaths. He wished that he could have cleaned himself off, but there wasn't time. Despite the mess in the suit, despite the way that he could feel so much cum and slime rubbing against his skin through his fur, despite the smell that was coming up from the gaps near his neck, he knew that this was a time-sensitive mission. He had to find and expose whatever information there was in the office servers before morning rolled around, and before someone else had the chance to find out who he was.

The rats hadn't, because they didn't know a name to put to his face, but Mr. Vult...

The elevator dinged, and he stepped out of the metal cube. It was late, well past quitting time, and there were no lights on. Not even the white lights from the boss's office glimmered this late.

But there were still eyes active. He pressed his hand to the side of his head, activating a secondary feed. The information from the company security systems poured through into his hood, and then over his vision.

Security lasers were active, pulsing over the ground in the work room where everyone normally worked. The pathway to Mr. Vult's office was littered with them, and there were very few places that one might have stepped that weren't covered with at least one beam.

He breathed slowly, taking a moment to plan his route. There were ways through, and as long as the suit didn't malfunction again, he should be able to make his way to the other side without issues.

And it wasn't going to break twice...right?

He hoped not. He really hoped not.

Activating the camouflage feature, he watched the illusion of invisibility crept down his arm. There were more security features than just the lasers, after all, and there was no point in dodging all of them only to be caught by the cameras on the way in or out. Better to keep everything off the record.

The snake stepped up to the work stations. A wide metal archway marked the end of the guest area and the work area, and the lasers spilled back and forth so close to his toes. He took a deep breath again, pulled his tail up and around his waist, and began the journey across the room.

Ducking, dancing, swaying, he moved forward. Every so often, he had to swing his leg over a beam and make it into a gymnastic high-jump, and every so often, he had to lower himself into a limbo that would have made competitors jealous. Every move was as cautious and calculated as he could manage, always taking him further and further into the room, further and further from the safety of the elevator.

Almost...got it...

Halfway through the room, he paused. The lasers created a safe space, something of an illusion for the thieves that had made it this far. There were cameras all around the room that focused right on that central spot, giving the rest of the security systems a chance to catch up if someone had made it this far. Someone that had gotten past the lasers would need to take stock of the situation, see where their routes forward were, and decide what they wanted to do next. In that moment, they'd be forced to stand still and give the cameras a chance to see their faces.

He wasn't about to give them that chance. His invisibility field was perfect. It didn't allow anything to see him so long as there wasn't another -

Crypt'Lisk bit off a grunt of discomfort, feeling something humming in the back of his head. He whipped his head from side to side, seeing if he was putting off a glow, but it didn't seem so. No, if anything -

If he catches me...what will he do?

The thought popped into his head, and like a good little drone, his brain started answering the question. Not with the typical fears of being fired, though.

He saw himself bent over a desk and being railed from behind, his asshole stretched further than anyone should have been.

He saw himself tied up, a piece of erotic art against the wall of Mr. Vult's office.

He saw himself in a rubber suit that had no facial features, pinned down and shown off as nothing but a rubber toy.

He saw himself tied up with a visor over his eyes, brainwashed and flooded with commands that he would fulfill.

He saw himself in a hundred different situations, each one more pornographic and erotic than the last, and each one sent shivers down his spine in a way that they never would have done previous. Not one had been a fantasy of his when he had woken up that morning, but seeing them now, feeling the images poured into his mind and forced down his throat, hit buttons that he didn't understand.

What...what's wrong with me?

He rubbed his head as the mental downpour of fantasies continued, trying to think straight and ignore the squelching down below, or the way that his cock was slowly starting to push at the edge of his slit once more. The constant flood of need, of submission, was pushing him -

"Nnnngh..."

The pressure was definitely getting to him, he swore. It was like the suit itself was back to squeezing him, teasing him. One part of it at the front was almost opening up, allowing his cock to slide out of his slit as the images kept running through his head. As he saw himself with his mouth forced open with a ring gag, with a thick bear cock thrusting down his throat, he could almost taste it. It wasn't a good taste, but his cock throbbed all the harder anyway, sliding forward until he swore it was out in the open.

He clenched his eyes shut, covering his head, but that only intensified the mental images. It changed again, this time with him on all fours, his legs pulled up so that his heels were pressed against his ass and his hands rested under his chin, balancing him on his elbows and knees. Tight latex around him, something sucking on his cock -

"Nnnngh!"

He stomped his foot...and everything went to hell.

As soon as his foot came down, he broke one of the laser beams, and the automated security kicked in. It wasn't just the drones that came free of the walls, either, but the sudden -

HMMMMMM!

The same hum that came from the SaefSec box at the warehouses filled the air again, and his entire suit started glowing, putting off a new light. The drones zoomed in on him, flying with full speed to snare him.

There was no time to try and run; he had to get in the office and shut off the system as fast as possible. He booked it, running as fast as he could, even as one of the drones came flying in to break his stride. It grabbed for his leg with a mechanical limb -

Trapped, suspended, held down for examination.

The mental image was almost enough to send him flying off his feet, but the snake jumped at the last second, throwing himself over the drone. He came down with a thump, pulling his tail back just before another drone could grab it. Too long, too much space; they had a hundred ways to get him, and he was giving them more openings the longer that he stayed out in the open like this.

Run.

He kept moving, dodging and ducking, no longer caring about the laser beams, just trying to avoid getting snagged by the drones. Their pincer arms were weak individually, but even getting caught by one would slow him down, and he couldn't afford to be slowed down because then the rest of the speedy little things would be right on his ass. He had to shut down the system. Had to.

Another lunged for him, coming straight for him. He saw the shimmer of its chassis as it flitted under one of the lights -

Suspended in place, his eyes forced open, his vision invaded by swirls of control as a collar was fitted to his neck.

Another fantasy, another tremor through him. He ducked, stumbling, all but falling over. He turned it into a roll, sliding forward along the smooth floor, his head spinning as he dragged himself back to his feet.

It wasn't supposed to be so hot.

None of this should be hot.

There were a dozen drones now, each one with two mechanical arms out and groping for him. Half of them were circling around the room, waiting to react depending on which direction he ran, while the other six were close, darting in, trying to snare him, closing off his avenues of escape.

Every time that he thought that he saw a direction he could run, they came rushing forward again, pinching at him. One managed a glancing grope of his ass -

Hanging through the wall, owned, a morale booster for the employees that did well, his mouth on display for the bear on the other side.

He stumbled, and this time, the drones hit him. Many arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him off the ground, while another pair seized his tail before it could be used to batter them away. Still others grabbed his arms, pulling them up and over his head, dragging him off the ground and away from the center of the room. He was pulled all the way to the wall...and the wall just beside Mr. Vult's office, for that matter.

Crypt'Lisk grunted as they slammed him against the wall, holding him pinned, leaving him gasping for breath as they restrained him. The wall came to life, pinning him in place as it was programmed to do. Security had always been paramount in the building, and the right to restrain a recalcitrant employee or a difficult customer had been made a priority for the building a long time ago. Hard-light bands wrapped around his throat and chest, pinning them in place, and then another around his waist, and yet another around his wrists over his head. His tail was pulled off to the side, dragged down the wall, restrained at various points.

Just when he thought that all was as bad as it could get, the light turned on in Mr. Vult's office. His breath caught in his throat as the sound of footsteps were just barely loud enough to make out, and then, the door opened.

Mr. Vult stepped out, still wearing his trademark gray suit. It was just as shimmering bright as the interior of the room had been, and the bear moved to stand in front of him. His boss looked him up and down...and smiled.

"Hello, Mr. Lisk."

"..."

"Yes, I know it's you."

"...How -"

"There are blanks in your memory, gaps that I put there. It is time to fill them again."

The bear snapped his fingers, and just like that, Crypt'Lisk gasped, his eyes going wide as he remembered being at Hable's, remembered the truth of the moment. His treacherous suit maker, the bear there, the humiliation that he had endured just to boost the bear's reputation again: it all came back to him right then and there.

"Good. The conditioning has worked so far."

"It...it won't keep working."

"Won't it, little drone?"

"Nnngh..."

"Just look down."

The bear's command filled him with dread. He didn't want to, but he knew that he didn't have much of a choice in the matter. His cheeks burning, he slowly leaned his head forward -

And gasped as he saw that his suit had already changed. The black fabric had gone glossy, shimmering and shining as if it was half-liquid rather than fully fabric. But that wasn't the biggest change. No, that was down at his crotch, where the suit had fitted itself to his cock, pushing forward to arrange his shaft to hang free, as if from a cock sheath in his suit rather than being tucked in and hidden where it belonged. He shuffled against the bindings, blushing worse as he saw that the base of the costume was slipping in, forming more of a representation of a cock slit down there, feeling it slipping inside him and making it impossible to hide any details down there.

"Nnnngh...get it out..."

"No."

"Please..."

"I said, no."

Smack. His cock jumped and bounced as the bear slapped it, sending a shiver of pleasure that he didn't like or want through him. His eyes clenched tight, trying not to think about what was happening to him, but -

"Ah ah."

The bear snapped his eyes, and Crypt'Lisk...he opened them.

He didn't want to, but they opened on their own, almost like his body was already following orders from someone else.

"No...no, impossible."

"Very possible. Particularly with the tech that you don't know about."

"...Who...who are you? Really?" Crypt'Lisk whispered.

"Ah, you begin to understand."

"..."

"Or do you?"

"You aren't...you aren't just Mr. Vult. You have another name. You have other interests, other businesses."

"Yes. A security company is a good front, isn't it? It makes you seem reasonable, as if you are merely trying to help protect others from the criminal acts that are ever more common in our city. Blue-Stream City, the city based around free energy for all." Mr. Vult shook his head. "It would never have worked out. Nothing is free for long."

"..."

"I have two other names. One you will speak, and one you will not."

"I won't...I won't obey you..."

"You have no choice."

The bear said it so heartlessly. Not cockily, not cruelly, not even in a way that lorded it over him. It was just a simple statement, as emotionless and obvious as the statement of '2+2=4'. And there was something about it that struck him right down to the core, leaving him shivering from head to toe as Mr. Vult loomed over him, several feet taller, and no less intimidating for the gray suit that seemed so neutral in the past.

"The name that you will never say is Vance Gray."

The name left him shivering, too. Vance Gray, also known as Mr. Gray to those that didn't want to sound too familiar with the individual, was a titan in the underworld. He ran a business altering those that were malcontents to the current regime, and ran a disappearing side business that kept those in power well above the rest of society. It was said that not a sale happened in the slave business that Mr. Gray didn't at least have knowledge of, if not a hand in the sales and a pocketing of the profits. It was a name that was not invoked lightly, and seldom even whispered outside of the illegal markets.

The fact that the infamous Mr. Gray was right there, working as a business owner of a security firm, almost didn't seem real. And yet, here he was.

Mr. Vult - no, Mr. Gray - leaned in and gripped him by the chin, forcing his jaw to pop. The bear's nose was a scant inch from his face.

"I will have you understand that there is very little personal in this. Not against you, Mr. Lisk. This is entirely due to the interference of your other identity. NightVeiler has become a thorn in my side, making my business less and less effective with every raid. If my cover were to fall, then so would my more legal connections. I could not have that. Nor could I just have NightVeiler disappear; it would be a legend, something that had challenged me and gotten away. Hardly a profitable ending."

The pressure on his jaw made it harder for him to speak, and more, harder for him to think. It made him think of the gags and the rings that he had seen flitting through his mind, and somehow, he knew that was part of this. Part of breaking him. Part of making him think that he was nothing more than some pet to be broken beneath the bear's feet and cock -

Like a good drone.

That thought again. It kept coming back, kept pushing at him, never entirely leaving him alone -

Like a good drone.

He groaned, his cock throbbing all the harder as the bear slapped it again. Mr. Gray smiled, tilting his head back so that they were made to look one another in the eye again.

"But if you were to be defeated...that is a very different story."

"Nnngh..."

"You would be seen. Broken. Shattered."

"I won't...."

"You already are."

"No...no...I can -"

"Good little drone."

Crypt'Lisk's mouth fell open, his eyes going wider than ever at that simple little phrase. It cut right down to his core, an exact copy of the thought that had been running through his head since that night. His mouth worked silently, and the bear let his jaw go.

"That's right. I put that thought in your head. The mix of the drugs and the symbiote that we mixed with your suit - ah, you hadn't quite remembered that? Or were you too stupid to figure that out?"

"Symbiote?"

"That's why your suit never entirely broke. That is why your cock hangs out now. And that...is why you can't stop thinking about this."

The bear hefted his own bulge, and despite his best intentions, Crypt'Lisk looked down at it. His eyes locked on that bulge, knowing that there was no looking away. He wanted it, craved it, needed it, but at the same time, some part of him knew that it would damn him forever. He tried to look away, but it was like the costume had taken full control of his body, forcing him to look down, forcing him to stare as the bear continued to massage his bulge through his pants.

"This is what you've learned to crave."

"No..."

"This is what you've been fantasizing about."

"It - it isn't!"

"And this..."

"Stop!"

"This is what you will serve."

The hard-light chains disappeared, and he fell to his knees. Crypt'Lisk tried to pull himself back to his feet, wanting more than anything to fight back, to show that he was more than just the filthy little drone that the bear was trying to turn him into. He wanted to fight back, to throw even one punch...

But he couldn't.

His body refused to obey him, and even as he tried to look up, his eyes just kept going back down to that bulge. It bobbed, throbbed, pulsed through the formal pants that the bear wore, and he huffed as he could almost taste the musk coming through the fabric.

"You already know what you need," Mr. Gray said. "All you have to do is admit it."

Crypt'Lisk whimpered, and he hated himself for the sound. It was the sound of a coward, of someone that wanted nothing more than to run away and hide, to never face this again, but was he a coward to want just that? He bit his lips, trying to look away, but his eyes were glued to it, the suit refusing to allow him to turn his head, and his mind refusing to let him look away from that bulge.

Did he want it? No, no, he was sure that he didn't -

On his back on the desk, serving the bear in a blatantly obvious way, his eyes rolled back in his head, his throat stuffed full of thick bear cock, his cock bobbing as the bear made casual small-talk with someone else on the other side of the desk.

"Nnngh..."

The symbiote covering for his cock bobbed up and down, throbbing with the arousal that was coursing through his veins. His eyes rolled back in their sockets as he felt pre-cum getting milked from him again and again, just the thoughts enough to keep him dripping. He hadn't touched himself, not once, but the pleasure of the thoughts were more than enough to threaten to break him. He was so close, now, so close to just cumming and adding to the mix of all the abuse that he had suffered tonight.

Crypt'Lisk shivered as the bear stepped closer, the sound of the zipper rasping down making him stare with every greater intent. His mind was on the verge of shattering. The pride that he had in his work -

Good little drone.

-had been all but undone with the knowledge that it had been for a secret super-villain. The thoughts of what he had done as Nightveiler -

Good little drone.

Had been broken up, knowing that he had been found out far sooner than he'd realized. It didn't matter anymore who saw him, what good he did. Even if he did break free from Mr. Gray right then, before anything else could be done to break him down, he was still nothing more than a little slut that had been beaten once before. He had been fucked, not even raped, but fucked by basic thugs that any vigilante should have been able to escape with ease. It didn't matter that he had been pushed to it, threatened into it. What mattered was that he had cum from it, over and over again, and he hadn't fought back. Not once.

And here he was, beaten, battered...

Ziiiiiip.

The sound pulled his attention back to the world in front of him, and the bear's cock finally popped out of his suit. It was massive, just like the rest of him, and it was big enough that he knew that it would put a bulge in his gut to try and take the whole thing. It was too much, too much for anyone smaller than the bear to take -

Good little drones do what they're told.

His mouth fell open without him thinking about it, and the suit held it that way. The hood around his head pulled closer, the suit's material breaking down and reforming. The ring gag that he'd imagined being fitted with flowed over his snout, filling his mouth so that it would stay open. Some strand of it pulled his tongue out and anchored it in place, leaving him unable to pull it back behind his lips. The bear smiled down at him.

"I know. This is the suit...but only for now. Sooner or later, you will learn what you want, what you need, and you will ask me for it."

Mr. Gray tapped the tip of his cock against the cobra's tongue, and he tasted the same musk and funk that he had been taking in for so long earlier that night. It rubbed right over his forked tongue tips, reminding him of the taste of salt and cock and so much cum, but it was -

Blindfolded, on his knees, fitted to the bottom of the bear's desk, made to subsist off of cum and cum alone for an entire day, all his meals and proteins coming from that and nothing else.

"Mmmph....mmmph..."

His cock jumped in the rubber sleeve between his legs, and he hated himself. God, but he hated himself, even as his lust and the imagined pleasures threatened to take over completely.

"Ah...ah..."

"You need it."

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

Each tap of that cock sent him down that horrible lane of pleasure and submission. All the thoughts of making a difference, all the urgency to do something with the access that he had at the company, just disappeared. All the things that had mattered, all the things that he wanted to do, were disappearing one by one, replaced by one want, one desire, one need.

Mr.

Gray's.

Cock.

A good little drone gets what it needs.

But what did he want?

A good little drone gets what it needs.

What did he need?

The fantasies were flying fast and furious, and he knew that they weren't his, and yet, at the same time, he couldn't deny that they were making him want each and every one of those things to happen to him. He just wanted to be broken -

A good little drone gets what it needs.

Broken and used -

A good little drone gets what it needs.

Used until he couldn't think any longer -

A good little drone gets what it needs.

And then just did what he was told. Like a good little drone.

A good little drone gets what it needs.

And he needed to be broken, and then to be used, and then to be instructed. All the fantasies rustling through his head shared those different qualities, each one having him eventually end up suited up and left as nothing but a thing in the possession of the bigger, better, greater man in front of him. Crypt'Lisk shivered, his head spinning, his cock throbbing, and between his cheeks -

"Mmmph...mmmph..."

"Let's hurry your decision along, shall we?" Mr. Gray said.

A plug rose from the material of his suit, thick as four of his fingers pressed together and slathered with all the seed that had once been inside him and had come flowing out through the night. He gasped as it pressed against his hole, slowly edging further and further in, giving him that wet burn that getting fucked had done, but better. Better and hotter and so very much more than he deserved.

The bear leaned down, rubbing his head, pulling him close. His rubber-coated snout pressed against the bear's furry balls, and the thick scent down there burned in his nose, heavy and full, and he groaned as he was made to taste it with each breath, so strong in his nose and even stronger in his mouth.

Pulse, throb, pulse, throb. His cock bounced with every breath, and his ass clenched as the plug worked its way further and further inside of him. His mouth would have hung open on its own even without the gag propping it open, and his head only spun harder the more that it went in, the deeper it filled him.

More.

More.

MORE!

Pop-Squelch.

And then the plug was in, and he drooled. His eyes all but rolled back in his head as he came in his suit, splattering his own seed against a tube of cloth and rubber that had already started milking him, teasing him, keeping his orgasm rolling right along. He could hardly breathe through it, and the bear's question came.

"Are you going to surrender, Mr. Lisk?"

And without thinking - for what good drone actually thought about anything - he nodded his head.

The End

Summary: Crypt’Lisk goes to make a bust, he hopes, but it doesn’t go well for him.

Tags: M/M, M/solo, Snake, Bear, Hypnosis, Symbiote, Bondage, Groping, Milking, Hypnosis, Mind Control, Corruption, Humiliation, Orgasm, Cum, Butt Plug,