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Day 18 - Drone

"The suit makes the man"

By Patrick D. Lambert

Commissioned by Sanmer

"Name and rank!"

The bull before him ordered. His semi-robotic tone startled the young lion of bluish mane and fur. Attired only in his underwear, the slim and athletic body was visible to everyone else in the room; not a lot of muscle in sight, but clearly a lot of stamina.

"B-Blue Thunder! Rookie!"

He replied, his attempt to sound respectable sounded more like a joke. Luckily for him, no one in the dressing room paid attention to how tense he looked. The bull clearly didn't give a fuck about how nervous he was.

Instead, the male in charge of distributing the uniforms took a black suitcase from under the desk and put it on top for Lionel to take.

The feline doubted for a moment, both excited and terrified of the content stored inside that tiny suitcase. He was very well aware of what would it mean to put on the suit that had been assigned to him now that he was a member of the Hall of Justice. His dream had come true.

"Next!" The bull called unceremoniously, scaring the lion again.

Lionel picked it up and left as quickly as he could, making room for the porcupine waiting behind him.

The speedster left straight to the locker and sat on the bank. No one else was there; the heroes from the unit he had been assigned to were already on patrol. He didn't need to present with his leader right away, as long as he did it during the course of the day. That gave him to prepare and get used to the life that was about to start.

His fingers drummed over the suitcase. Inside was the culmination of his childhood dream, a special suit made for those who had joined the mighty Hall of Justice. Lionel was still a rookie, but that was the first step in his career. And it started with him putting on the special suit.

So he opened the suitcase with extreme and special care, already delighted by the smell of latex coming off the inside. He savored the moment. He pleased himself with the smoothness of the little hinges that served as a mechanism for the tiny leather box. He already imagined himself wearing the magnificent suit!

And then, he took it off the suitcase.

What he saw was nothing compared to what he remembered.

Lionel held in his hands a full-body suit--a very generous way to refer to it. It was made of black latex that had a glossy finish; cold and soft to the touch. The fabric wasn't the problem, but how... revealing it was.

"Welcome new hero," a female voice spoke from inside the suitcase. "What you're holding is the future in safety for a new generation of heroes. Looking to create a stronger bond among all members of the Hall of Justice, we have made some changes to our Suit Policy. While these changes do not affect any hero under the Rookie rank, we consider it imperative to share this information with everyone. Please, make sure to put on your suit while you listen."

Despite the shame he was already experimenting by just looking at the suit, the blue lion followed the order, taking off his underwear to put on the latex suit. A coat of smelly oil inside the suit made it extremely easy to slide inside of it without pulling his fur in the process.

"Seeking ways to create a stronger bond among all members of the Hall of Justice, we'll be moving forward to eliminate the use of personalized suits, replacing them with a specific uniform. This rule will be progressively applied to all members of the Hall of Justice, starting from the highest ranks."

The previous uniform would've covered his body completely, leaving only the tail and head outside. The new one, however, left a lot of his sky-blue fur visible. The coat of oil was a blessing in disguise, yet it did nothing to lower his embarrassment as the black latex began to tighten around his body.

"Rookie members are the only exception to this rule. The new uniform will be distributed among current and new members."

The suit adjusted perfectly to his body. Tight, but not too much it could hurt; warm too, the type of warmness that heals the body and soul. But there was a strange smell coming off the suit. Salty. While not as strong, it reminded him of the smell of sweaty balls--not exactly a disgusting smell to him, just... weird it was the first thing he thought of.

"Prepare yourself for the future. Our new design seeks to offer a perfect balance between offense and defense without sacrificing mobility. While the physical design will remain the same among all suits, each one will be personalized to take the hero's skills into consideration."

Lionel, however, stopped listening to what the recording said. He was too embarrassed to say it out loud, but the suit made him feel so... dirty.

It reminded him of the uniform worn by Greco-Roman wrestlers. The black latex covered his crotch and thighs but left the rest of his legs exposed. His arms too. What Lionel didn't expect were the two holes that left his back and pecs visible. It also included a strange silver collar around the neck that sealed automatically--according to what he managed to hear, it detected the user to activate its respective unique traits.

Lionel couldn't find a single good reason to use a design so flashy and kinky. It inspired little respect. The lion felt more like a stripper than a hero. No villain, not even the weakest one, would feel threatened by a hero arriving attired like that.

Yet he saw a couple of rookies pass by in that same suit, and none of them looked bothered by the appearance. Was that really the future of the Hall of Justice?

Lionel tried not to think too much about it. He had no choice. The rules said that was the uniform, and he wouldn't disobey the rules.

His uniform also included a latex cap for his mane; coated in oil too. After putting it on, the speedster left the dressing room to begin patrolling, just like he was trained to.

It wasn't a very good first day. The quick Blue Thunder did his patrol as best as he could, trying to ignore the shame of being watched and recorded by the citizens while wearing that thing. It was not an easy task. He had to stop more than once to take a breath and tell himself there was nothing wrong with what he was doing.

What was wrong was his suit.

However, it did not affect his performance. All the contrary, the suit did enhance his overall speed and strength, along with an increase in his reflexes. Lionel crossed the city with no effort as if it was a simple walk from the living room to the front door of his house.

There was no logical explanation as to how that worked, but the lion didn't put too much thought into it and instead took advantage of the possibilities.

But the moment that really changed everything took place almost at the end of his turn. After putting an end to a chase, the lion noticed again the strong musk coming off the suit. And it had gotten stronger.

Afraid someone would notice it, the lion left the place immediately and found refuge at the top of a skyscraper. Confident there were no prying eyes, Lionel stood next to the edge and saw the city below him.

The smell had become stronger over the day. It was no longer possible to ignore it. The salty and musky scent of sweaty balls and pre. And it wasn't his scent, Lionel was sure of that. Why the suit smelled like that was an answer that evaded him, but with each whiff of that intense and manly scent, the lion found it more and more delicious.

Almost like a drug...

When Lionel saw his erection throbbing under the suit, it did not seem weird at all through his eyes. The suit had turned into a second skin. He had no bulge nor saw his cock pushing against the latex; his cock was covered entirely on a thin layer of latex. And it was pulsing, begging for some attention.

The intense musk turned on the blue lion. A dim glow came from his purple eyes right after he started to rub his manhood over the latex. It felt so real his hand moved on its own, closing around the fat shaft to jerk it off, and giving it a squeeze to mimic a tight and hot asshole.

He didn't question why he acted like that. Exhausted as he was, he needed a rest. And his mind thought of that as the only solution to relieve some stress.

The latex made the skin more sensitive to touch. Lionel used his natural speed to reach his climax as fast as he could, not wanting to spend a lot of time lollygagging while the city needed his help.

What he got in return was a climax so intense it sent him down to his knees. It wasn't the first time Lionel used his speed to masturbate, but it never felt like that. The pleasure built up in an instant and then exploded inside him with the strength of a thunder hitting the ground. He couldn't roar because the pleasure didn't let him, so all he did was fall and shake with his eyes rolled upwards.

The pleasure broke him into a million pieces. And it didn't feel like it would end anytime soon, his perception of time was still altered by the speed. Lionel felt the waves of pleasure, one after the other, moving slowly through his body, reaching every inch from head to toe. And his generous load of cum splashed and smeared all over the insides of the suit, mixing with the coat of oil.

He lay there for a couple of minutes. Even after he came, the lingering pleasure was still present, strong and intense like an orgasm itself. Lionel embraced that sensation to keep at bay the shameful questions that would try to explain why he did what he did. He embraced the pleasure and thought of nothing. He cleared his mind of any doubt or fear. He kept it completely clear of any thought. All he did was enjoy the pleasure in absolute silence.

After it ended, and once his legs were in good condition to hold his body again, Lionel stood up and continued patrolling. He refused to think about what happened. Because it didn't happen. All he did was take a break, nothing else.

What the young rookie didn't consider was that it wouldn't happen just once as he believed.

The day after that, the alluring smell guided him to a secluded parking lot to once again jerk himself off at full speed. Once again, he didn't question the reasons behind his behavior. He just acted automatically, guided by the delicious and salty musk coming off his suit.

Once again, the lion felt an intense orgasm that put him out of commission for several minutes. He lay on the ground, helpless, deprived of his pride and honor; a mere feline that had succumbed to the most basic instincts without a reason in particular. And whenever he felt tempted to question his irrational behavior, the musk made sure to deviate his attention somewhere else. All he did was embrace the pleasure and clear his mind of any thought.

It became an addiction. The scent alone had him crazy in lust, stopping every now and then to fill his lungs with the saltiness of the perfume. It crushed and buried the shame caused by the flashy latex suit. Each deep breath infused him with confidence in his appearance and filled his mind with lewd images of his own sensuality. His athletic body was for everyone to see and admire.

That's what led the lion to patrol the city at a slower pace, giving people time to check on him while he delighted himself in the delicious smell of his suit. And whenever he felt the urge, he made a stop at a secluded but still public place to give himself the joy of jerking off over his suit.

An orgasm after another. He didn't even wait to be at his job to do so. He jerked off at home, at the Hall of Justice, in the middle of the night. And he made sure to wear the suit every time it happened, conscious that his orgasms were stronger when he was wearing the suit. The only caution he took was to pick a spot where he knew no one would interrupt, for he wasn't conscious of what happened after he came. To fully enjoy the pleasure, Lionel always cleared his mind of any thought.

Gentle rubs at times, a quick jack off at others. Lionel experimented with the suit that had become almost a second skin to him, seeking new ways to stimulate his throbbing manhood. He only took it off to sleep, then put it back on after a shower in the morning. He never questioned the sudden obsession--or more precisely, dependence--he had developed over the suit. All he knew was that wearing him made him feel happy. And the lion loved being happy.

An orgasm after another. Each wave of pleasure experienced inside the suit came with a feeling of peace Lionel could only describe as... nothing. No thoughts. No worries. Nothing at all. The pleasure cleared his head of any thought, or had he found pleasure in having a clear mind? He never put too much thought into it. The last thing he wanted was a dumb philosophical question staining those glorious minutes during which he disconnected from reality.

It became his Nirvana. It wasn't just the suit, but the act itself; and how risky it was. An orgasm after another he sank deeper into that peaceful state of mind, finding joy and peace in the lack of thoughts. He didn't run from that feeling. He embraced him, made it part of him. He found himself clearing his head even after taking a whiff of the smell coming off his suit. The only thing that kept him awake was his hero duties, but as soon as he arrived home, Lionel lay on his bed and rubbed his bulge over the latex, and sank again into that endless white void...

An orgasm after another...

That continued until the day he was summoned for an emergency meeting at the Hall of Justice. A call in the middle of the night? Lionel wasn't sure what to think about it, yet he couldn't leave them waiting. There was no rest for a hero.

They led him to a small underground chamber he had never heard of before. The same bull who gave him the suit in the first place was now escorting the hero to meet with "a very prominent figure inside the Hall of Justice".

Who could that person be? He was just a rookie. There was no reason a superior would like to meet personally with him, especially at those hours. But the bull refused to give him an explanation and limited himself to saying "Follow me" whenever Lionel tried to ask something.

Their journey ended 10 minutes later after they entered a small and dark room. The bull instructed him where to stand, then disappeared in the shadows. A second later, a spotlight pointing at him turned on; its light bathed the lion, yet it did not go beyond the circle it had made in the ground.

Lionel covered his eyes. He caught a glimpse of a small stranger standing feet away from him. It was a rodent of some sort, but the shadows concealed his identity. All he saw was a white lab coat and a bit of his gray fur. But one thing he knew for sure was that he reeked of the same smell coming off his suit.

"Blue Thunder. I was informed of certain activities you've been performing on duty that do not align with the Hall of Justice's values. After reviewing the data gathered by your suit, it is safe to say you've been masturbating in public places; curious how you've been picking riskier places after each session. This, of course, might affect our public image if it ever comes to light."

The words spoken by the mysterious rodent felt like boulders falling over him. Lionel trembled in fear. The shame of his actions came back and swallowed him. His mind broke again, terrified over the impending doom those words implied. They would fire him, exile him, and make him a public mock so he could never be seen as a hero ever again. He could already feel the tears gathering in his eyes, ready to burst the moment the rodent gave the order.

"-but our dress code is not the only change we've been performing in our organization."

It was the calm tone of voice that took him by surprise and calmed his fears. Lionel looked again at the stranger, whose hand was holding a tiny device.

"We are under a new management, Blue Thunder. MY management. And luckily for you, your actions are not something to worry about. All the contrary, it's exactly what I expect you to do."

Lionel was about to reply when a push of a button shut down everything. His thoughts. His ideas. His fears.

Everything.

He didn't move. He didn't think. He didn't utter a single sound. His expression showed no emotion. His breathing was calm. The lion became a living doll, standing right in front of his master, the devious and kinky rat responsible for making the uniform he was wearing. He came out of the shadows and admired his creation: the first of many drones like him.

He snapped a finger: no response.

He pulled his hand: no response.

He rubbed the prominent bulge visible on the latex: no response.

The collar worked just as expected, blocking the brain's signals and reducing his consciousness to almost nothing. And it was all thanks to the coat of oil inside the suit; the same drug he'd been using with other members of the Hall of Justice, a drug meant to change the brain's chemistry and make the victim easier to manipulate, even without the use of hypnosis or other devices.

Together they made an excellent tool, with the collar sending extremely small electric signals to induce an already weakened brain into a horny state. Then, it was a matter of conditioning the victim to link the pleasure with a mind clear of thoughts. Despite the lack of emotions, Lionel was in ecstasy at that moment, with only his throbbing cock to show it off.

The rat snapped a finger and the bull approached immediately.

"I believe there is only one way to test it. Blue Thunder, lay on your fours."

There was no hesitation on his behavior. Lionel followed the order like a robot, assuming the position while the bull, who was NOT under the effect of any drug, undressed; his fat cock already dripping like crazy.

The rat went back to his chair and admired the show. His big, beefy henchman showed no mercy to the lion before him, whose ass was experiencing for the first time what it was to be stretched and fucked. And despite his rudeness and the force put into each thrust, Blue Thunder did not react. He kept the same poker face at every moment, his mind trapped in that endless void.

"Do you know who you are?" The rat asked.

"My hero's name is... Blue Thunder...," the lion replied, his voice interrupted not by choice, but due to the strength of the horny bull behind him.

"Do you know who your Master is?"

"You. You are my... Master."

"Will you obey me?"

"I will... obey you..."

His obedience was exciting, yet he had no time to waste. With a throbbing bulge in his pants, the rat jumped off the chair and, on his way out of the room, said: "Blue Thunder, do what the bull says. He's your Master until further notice."

"I have a full Hall of Justice to train."