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Lab Rat

By Patrick D. Lambert

Commissioned by T4anasi0_R

May 7

Another fool had fallen victim to technology. Oh well, the more, the merrier. I believe I have seen this one around the campus more than once. Easily 6 ft height with an athletic build, but too smart to be a jock. Not to mention he looked too old to be a student--a substitute teacher, perhaps? He's the first avian that walks into my lab--and a Kingfisher, nonetheless, a rare species for this weather.

I met him at the cafeteria. He looked intrigued about my books on neuroscience and psychiatry--that's not how I realized he wasn't a jock, but the condescending comments he made about topics he probably heard from a dumb tiktoker "specialized" on psychology. I know he was probably trying to start a conversation, which doesn't make it any less offensive.

Anyway, that's what you get when almost everyone is one foot taller than you, with him not being an exception. At least he had the decency to be "gentle"? But it was so obvious he tried to make me feel dumb with his verbosity.

So I gave him the attention and satisfaction of telling a nerd rat like myself something I obviously didn't know. An excellent way to gain his trust, if you ask me.

After a while, I finally had an opportunity to talk a little about this little project I had on my hands. With VR technology growing so fast, I couldn't let pass the chance to use it as a way of therapy. He seemed intrigued about my hypothesis on the benefits a simulated scenario has to offer to a psychiatric patient and wanted to learn more about it.

How could I say no to that request?

His name was Sevas. I wasn't really interested in any detail of his personal life, but his name was too unique it just got stuck into my head. I took him to my private lab--courtesy of the campus--and gave him more details on the type of tests I had run so far.

He really thought I was doing God's work by coming up with a better treatment for mental health. I mean, that IS the plan, I'm not lying on that part--which doesn't mean I won't use it to my advantage too, whenever I have the opportunity. And Sevas was a perfect candidate for my private uses.

He refused, saying he had a meeting with the Dean, but agreed to give me a call so we could talk more about it. An absolute shame, but I didn't want to push and make him suspicious. We'll have time, eventually.

May 8

Ok, he's not that dumb. A Master's in psychology and a couple of books on the importance of mental health at work--which doesn't make it any smarter than me, just gave his comments a little more weight.

Curiously, that just made me want him more. And I didn't have to wait too long for his message--he just sent one this afternoon. We talked on FaceTime a little more about my project, and he even made some suggestions I didn't consider before. What a shame all that intellect won't get him anywhere.

I asked again about meeting in person, but he said he'd be at the gym--although he didn't have trouble with having me as his spotter.

Now, I usually evade the college gym like a plague. I prefer to do my exercises in private, but that was a good opportunity to bond a little more, so I gladly accepted. And I must admit, I'm glad I did.

I already had planned to see Sevas naked at some point, but the gym made it way easier. He stood there, with short blue pants and a sweaty white tank top that left visible the muscular body hidden under the short-trimmed fur: creamy on the sides and limbs, red on the chest, and purple on his shoulders, with purple and red strips on both elbows and the end of his tail's feathers.

He seemed surprised that I also had some muscles under my gray fur, not visible under the baggy clothes I like to wear. I told him I don't work out that much since a lot of muscles don't fit someone of my size and that health was more important than being strong.

And while we lifted some weights, I explained I had made some special scenarios "for fun," which revealed my passion for programming and modeling.

"Which type of scenarios?" He asked me with a smirk, but I quickly told him it wasn't anything lewd.

"For fantasy roleplaying," I said and explained it was a short demo for a game I wanted to do in the future.

That didn't kill his enthusiasm, and after helping him a little, we agreed to meet on Sunday morning.

May 11

Sevas came today. He came in the same sports outfit of the other day and reeked of sweat. I believe that a gym session is all it takes to build enough trust to be next to me without taking a shower. Not that I mind, of course--this only encourages me to visit the gym more often.

So I gave him the basics while I prepared everything. I had second doubts after seeing his sweaty hair--I paid myself for the Oculus, you know? But well, what's some sweat compared to having him as my pet?

The demo is simple: a point-and-click adventure taking place in a dungeon. You have to escape while evading the evil Warlock--modeled after me, of course. It's not that hard, but I don't make it for its complexity. The game has another objective.

Sevas started playing, and he immediately got the hang out of the controllers. That's exactly what I was looking for: a game that is easy to get into, perfect for distracting the player from what's happening outside the virtual world.

While he played, I watched what he was doing on my computer, ready to start the preparations. At some point in the demo, the player needs to gather some pollen and mix it with a throwable potion to stun the Warlock. Sevas, of course, didn't watch me get closer with a bottle in hand: a dose of pheromones I made with the sole purpose of inducing someone into a weak state of hypnosis.

With a weak smell of lavender, similar to the fragrance I use in the laboratory, I kept the bottle close to his face while he gathered the pollen. For almost a minute, Sevas filled his lungs with the scent without knowing. I noticed how his muscles began to relax, proof that it was working as intended. After that, it was a simple game of suggestion.

A quiet voice played in the headphones. To him, it sounded like ghostly voices in a scary dungeon; to his subconscious, already weakened by the pheromones, it was a recording of me telling him to obey, to crave our encounter with each passing day, and dream with the Warlock's image, who had awaken in him a lustful desire he couldn't control. The headset also displayed subliminal words to reinforce the trance, a frame his eyes couldn't see but that got engraved in his mind.

I knew the hypnosis was taking place when his movements became slower. He probably thought it was him surprised by the realism of the game, but it was his mind reacting slower while his subconsciousness paid attention to the recording playing over and over again through the headphones.

Without knowing, Sevas was already in my hands. All I need now is to weaken his psyche. A week without the game should be enough.

May 15

Sevas can't meet with me for the entire week, but I know the hypnosis worked after all the messages he had sent. All he does is say how good the demo was and how excited he is to play again, that he wanted to explore other options.

I spied on him through the campus. Poor bird can't take a break. He's anxious. I recognize those gestures: the nervous smile, the chattering from his beak, the frequent foot tapping while he's sit. He wants to jump back into the game. He doesn't know why, he just needs it. I can tell his mind keeps going back to what he experienced while using the headset, no matter how hard he tries to focus on something else.

I know it because that's how I programmed the hypnosis.

But those signs, no one else notices those signs. He's too stubborn to openly admit--even to himself--that he wants to play a videogame. I saw him at the gym working harder than usual in a desperate attempt to keep himself distracted. All the other jocks admire him for that, not knowing the truth behind that effort.

We're still three days away from our next meeting. I wonder how much I can push him if I show some updates on the other areas he can explore.

One thing is sure; I'm about to reach a huge breakthrough.

May 18

To my surprise, Sevas was already waiting outside the lab when I got there. He looked so anxious, and judging by his face I'm sure he had trouble sleeping. This surpassed my expectations.

He tried to act casual and genuinely believed he did a good job. But after we got inside the lab, he started to talk about the game again and how realistic everything felt. "I felt like a real adventurer, you know?" He said while rubbing his sweaty hands. "I swear I even felt the ground under my feet."

He made that up, but that's because the recording said so. "When you wear this headset again, you will become a true adventurer. You will forget the world outside the headset. You will be a hero in a fantasy world." His mind retained those memories, and now he was convinced that what he experienced was real.

I thanked him for the compliments and guided him to the center of the room, where the headset waited for him over a table. The bird prepared himself without me having to say so. It was already programmed to do so. I'm surprised by this reaction--with all the other test subjects being dumb jocks, one might expect the smart guy to put on some resistance.

I got him to talk a little more while I started the program. He described in detail the anxiety of not being able to use the VR set, comparing it with the excitement of coming back home after school to play with your brand new PS2. He couldn't get it out of his head: the graphics, the details, that deep immersion. His exercise routine did nothing to clear his mind. Each day felt longer than the previous one.

And the Warlock. Oh, the things he said about the Warlock. It seems he forgot the character is modeled after me, considering the lack of remorse in his words--I'm glad I recorded the test.

It was all evidence of a good hypnosis. So I started the program and guided the dumb bird through the second route...

This time he had to cover himself with a slime that would help him get through a narrow entrance leading into the Warlock's chamber. For realistic purposes, I "convinced" Sevas to undress and let him know I'd be pouring a special oil over himself. My lab rat, of course, obeyed. And very carefully, I cut through his tank top and pulled down both short pants and boxers.

The oil used was a muscle relaxant. Lavender, a smell his mind already identified as his trigger. "Your hands are busy. Let me help you with it," I said, while I delighted myself smearing the oil all over his body. "Please, imagine you're the one smearing the slime."

And he obeyed, my good lab rat. He couldn't hear me huff as I explored his fantastic body. What use do the muscles have when the mind is so weak? He didn't notice a thing. He didn't shudder nor twitch. He truly believed it was him the one smearing slime on his body from head to toe, despite the many times I squeezed his pecs and buttocks, or all the attention put into his balls and cock, a shaft so thick and heavy I needed both hands to hold it.

No, his mind was in my hands, and, like a puppet, he obeyed my commands without question. When the program displayed tentacles coming out of the black slime, he jumped and went for a sword that was no longer there. When the tentacles held him from wrists and ankles, I tied him to a suspended chair made of leather strips and chains.

I mimicked what he was living, and Sevas truly believed it was everything part of the game.

After leaving him hanging there for a couple of minutes, struggling against binds he couldn't break, I removed the headset, confident the trance had fully set in. A weight fell off my shoulders after seeing his dumb and tired expression, with hints of anger in how he looked at me. Instead of a rat wearing an open lab coat with nothing under it, he stared at the evil Warlock that had captured him.

"You foul monster! Release me from this trap!" He screamed, fully immersed in his fantasy.

I know I was smiling because my cheeks are still sore after holding that expression for too long. I moved forward and played again with his naked body. My hand shakes again from touching those perfect muscles: bigger than mine by far yet completely useless against my intellect. My poor lab rat, he squirmed with disgust while I abused his helpless body, paying special attention to his sensitive pecs.

The muscle relaxant also increased sensitivity. Now that I think about it, I might have abused a little--he still has some bite marks all over his body. But I couldn't resist, not after listening to his anger slowly turn into pleasure. He squirmed and grunted and swore through his teeth, but soon the moans came through, and my lab rat fought to stop the unbearable pleasure from crushing his body and soul.

I made sure to stay in character, of course. "Fool hero," I said at some point, "you should've escaped when you had the chance. Now you will be my pet forever."

That is true. He is meant to be my brainless pet, a soulless puppet obeying my commands. But before we reached that point, I had to keep feeding his anger, for in his fantasy, he still had hope of making it through alive. So I teased him every time he was about to submit--a joke, a mocking comment, anything that hurt his pride. I wanted my pet to struggle until he had no energy left; until his body told him it was time to stop.

And when that time finally came, I got what I wanted from him.

A special lubricant that can delay ejaculation without sacrificing sensibility. I wanted to milk Sevas as much as I could. He kept on asking what I was planning to do while I smeared my "disgusting potion" over his erect cock. His face reflected sheer horror when a new tentacle came forward--a fuck machine I built with exactly a tentacle-shaped dildo to train his hole and stimulate his prostate.

"I'll take your seed and build an army with the power of the strongest hero the Kingdom has ever seen," I threatened, still on character, before turning the machine on.

He squirmed and grunted again while the dildo invaded his insides, and his cock throbbed while I held it firmly with both hands. Suspended by the tentacles--the chains--there was little he could do but squirm, with his spirit slowly dying, crushed like his prostate was being crushed by the dildo.

He cursed and called for help. Then he begged for mercy. Then he tried to act all tought, struggling with what little strength he had left against bindings made for tougher guys than him. And when he couldn't fight any longer, my lab rat succumbed to his lust and moaned. He moaned from the top of his lungs as I continued stimulating each inch of his body.

I saw in his dumb expression how deep into fantasy he was. His consciousness was pushed further and further by the pleasure he felt. There was no longer a need for a headset when I could just make him believe, with the snap of my finger, that he was back in that dark, humid lair, being milked by an evil Warlock.

Before he reached his first climax, I connected a pump to his cock to collect his seed and not waste a single drop--to him, it was another tentacle that had swallowed his manhood and had begun to suck it.

Oh, I must admit the desperation on his face was more exciting than the things I did to him. How his beak chattered while his expression twisted between joy and pain, and the way his body twitched violently in response to the pleasure. His curled toes, the sweaty fur, that strong musk, and how hard he tried to conceal his moan. GOD! I had to stop my notes to jerk off again.

But it was his climax that brought the biggest joy. With loud moans, my lab rat came after so long. And he came BIG. It was a load so big it surpassed the pump's suction speed, and it started to leak a little. He humped the air while a laugh escaped between each moan, overwhelmed by the relief that was an orgasm he needed so badly, and crushed by a pleasure no other male would ever reach.

I know what I wrote about not wasting a single drop, but I couldn't resist removing it and getting some of that for me. After watching a rope of his seed draw an arc in the air before splashing over Sevas' chest, I closed my lips around his cock and drank the rest of his load. I remember perfectly the strength of his throbs, how hard the ropes were shot into my mouth, and that glorious cum: salty and thick, difficult to swallow, and yet it felt pleasant how it went down my throat. Despite not being a jock, Sevas surpassed my expectations.

There might be more from where that came from, but nothing's better than drinking it straight from the source.

With that desire satisfied, I went on with the milking and put back the pump. My Sevas, my poor little lab rat, you made a mistake by talking to me that day. I watched him squirm and beg and moan, prey of an unbearable lust that didn't end after each climax--all the contrary, it got more intense. He eventually stopped moving, too tired to do that and slowly accepted his fate.

I continued teasing his body. I smelled the musk from his balls for too long it still lingers in my nostrils. I massaged his muscles and squeezed his pecs. I whispered to his ear all the many things I'd do to him. And I fucked his mouth. A lot.

Beaks are a unique experience, I must say.

For five hours straight, I milked Sevas. I kept a camera recording the entire process--I jerked off so many times while watching him. I captured how his spirit abandoned his body through the droplets of sweat falling from his body, how the desperation in his face turned into a joyful, and how when his body reacted again, it was to shove himself into the dildo fucking his ass.

I made him drink his own cum when he got thirsty. And my good lab rat thanked me for that.

I watched him transform before my very eyes from a smart and fit Kingfisher into a mindless, obedient drone, then by the time I tried to release him to take a break, he alone stopped me, too hooked to the pleasure to stop. And well, I couldn't go against his wishes.

By the time we finally finished, I was absolutely sure his mind was completely gone. I'm so glad I got a file about him.

May 29

So far, my tests with Sevas have been an absolute success. The Kingfisher has continued his normal life without any visible sequel of what I did to him--aside from mentioning some soreness, he's convinced he had a nice day playing at my lab.

Needless to say, it's all a façade. Sevas is working at the Student Services department, and he's doing an excellent job. But as soon as his job ends, a single call to his cellphone is all it takes to trigger a desperate need to come to my lab, where he becomes again my obedient lab rat trapped in a fantasy world only he can see, a toy that I milk for hours before giving him his well-deserved rest.

No one suspects anything. Sevas behaves completely normal outside the lab. And that encouraged me to continue my tests. With Sevas providing me with the students' files, I just need to find the correct approach, and I'll have my small harem of drones in no time.

It will be a child's game.