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Brooklyn did remember what being defiant was, from time to time.

The gargoyle had distant memories of being like that, when he would question the orders he was given and put up some resistance when he didn’t like them. He had a feeling he’d been really good at doing that, he really did – but nowadays that particular side of him didn’t seem as appealing as simply doing what Sanmer asked him to.

The fact that he could look absolutely stunning while doing so was a plus.

The red-colored gargoyle had got used to wearing his x-harness tightly strapped around his muscular chest, together with the rest of his leather garments. He’d always loved how those fingerless gloves looked on him – and if he hadn’t, he’d been quick to forget about it – and the other leather straps wrapped around his tail and his legs, with a holster attached, completed his tough guy look.

And looks were important in Brooklyn’s job.

He was supposed to guard the lab at night and make sure no intruders walked in. Sometimes, just being imposing enough was all that it took. Not so many people wanted to deal with a strong gargoyle and it helped that said gargoyle looked way more badass with all that leather equipment on him. Brooklyn rarely got intruders, but when he did, he only needed to spread his wings half of the time and they’d run away like losers.

Physical fights happened from time to time, but not too often. He still hadn’t lost once, which made the gargoyle really proud of his strength.

Perhaps that was why he constantly walked with his chest out, Brooklyn thought as he wandered through the dark corridors in the lab one more night. It wasn’t like he had much more to do, other than letting his thoughts revolve around the idea of him being such an effective security guard. His job tended to be slightly repetitive. Besides, he had no idea about what the machinery in the lab was supposed to do, but he knew that knowing wasn’t part of his duties.

His clawed feet stepped on the cold marble tiles as he finished his third or fourth round. The night was cold and quiet so far. He highly doubted he’d have any intruders. It had been weeks since their last trespassing attempt.

As he turned around the corner, Brooklyn encountered the same full-length mirror he always came across. He liked looking at his reflection for a few seconds before resuming his diligent march. Except…

… there was something else. Something he hadn’t expected to see in the mirror.

He was… naked? No, not entirely. There was something around his cock. Some kind of sheath, built from a material that fell somewhere between aluminum and latex. It covered his erect shaft – wait, had it always been erect – with a transparent screen that left it completely visible. So it wasn’t entirely like being naked, but pretty close.

And there was something else.

The visor over his eyes. Why did he always forget it was there? It wasn’t like he wasn’t seeing it – in fact, now that he thought about it, everything seemed to have a slightly greener shade because of the tainted glass – but the knowledge that he was wearing it seemed to slip his mind over and over again.

Brooklyn tilted his head, confused. And why was he wearing it again? It didn’t seem to match the general aesthetic he was aiming for. A helmet of some kind might have been a better option, but a visor? Had he chosen it? If so, when? He couldn’t remember.

The gargoyle lifted a gloved hand to the visor and tapped the tainted screen with a hesitant claw. The glass seemed pretty solid and thick, but he had no idea whether it was working as intended or not. A visor was supposed to give him some kind of information about his surroundings, but Brooklyn had no recollection of that ever happening. It was always the same round, walking around the lab, and sometimes giving some special help when Sanmer required him to do so.

Then again, Brooklyn found himself thinking. What does that special help entail? I don’t remember the specifics. I just know that he calls me, and then…

“Hi there, gargoyle,” a familiar voice echoed at his back, startling him. “Is your round going alright? Found anything unexpected?”

Brooklyn turned to his boss. Sanmer was standing there, wearing his usual lab coat. The gargoyle had no idea why he was staying in the lab so late – then again, it was his lab, so he was free to as he wished.

“Everything’s in order, sir,” Brooklyn replied. He made sure to stick out his chest even more, pride and compliance bubbling inside him like lava in a volcano. “Haven’t spotted any intruders around tonight.”

“I see.” Judging by the tone in which Sanmer said those words, Brooklyn had a feeling he already knew that. “It’s a good thing that you’re here to guard the lab. And also, er, perform your other duties. Wouldn’t you agree?”

The gargoyle felt a nod coming automatically to his head. Still standing stiff like a board in front of the arctic fox, Brooklyn wondered if it’d be safe to ask about those other duties.

As if he’d just read his mind, Sanmer smiled.

“You do remember your other duties, don’t you?”

Brooklyn frowned momentarily, his disciplined demeanor wavering a bit. Did he?

He tried to think about it. Last time, Sanmer had called him to a different room. Somewhere he’d never been allowed in before. The only thing the gargoyle remembered from that experience was the imprint of extreme, docile pleasure it had left on his memories. Whatever had happened, it had felt so good that Brooklyn’s body shivered as his mind desperately scratched for the distant recollection.

“Come on. Think harder about it.”

Brooklyn did as he was told.

His boss had mentioned something about… No, that could not possibly be right. The word that kept jumping to his thoughts was “milking”, but it didn’t make any sense. You couldn’t milk a gargoyle, right? Unless he meant…

“You’re right. Keep going.”

Brooklyn dove through his hazy thoughts in order to find something else. He could see the distinct shape of a weird machine. Perhaps he’d been asked to sit in a chair and part of that contraption had been wrapped around his… The gargoyle blushed as he remembered it. The sheer pleasure took over him again as he reminisced. Yeah. Milking. That’s what he’d been helping with.

His boss had told him that he should fill at least a bucket before returning to his normal duties. And by then, Brooklyn was used to complying. So he had done just that.

And he had a feeling it hadn’t been just a single bucket.

“B-but…” he mumbled. Something was off. He couldn’t really put his finger on what exactly, but he knew he wasn’t supposed to do that stuff. “Why did I… What is going on?”

Sanmer’s smile grew wider. In response, the arctic fox simply snapped his fingers.

Brooklyn’s visor sprung to life. Suddenly, the gargoyle’s vision was filled by a deep, throbbing spiral – one that he was very familiar with, even if he couldn’t remember ever seeing it before. Words flashed on the screen, too fast for him to read them, but enough for his subconscious to register the embedded commands. Brooklyn felt his knees shaking a bit as his body swayed slightly on his feet, his brain shutting off for a brief moment as it was reprogrammed just like all the last times.

The gargoyle couldn’t have possibly known for how long said reprogramming went on. At some point, the spiral faded. And with it, the memory of staring into its mind-melting depths.

He looked around and noticed a stain on the floor that matched the liquid dribbling from the tip of his sheathed cock. Reflexively, Brooklyn lay on the floor and licked it clean. He was supposed to keep the premises clean, after all.

After that, the gargoyle stood up, cleared his throat and made sure he was standing at attention. Enough of that undisciplined dozing off. He caught a glimpse of his reflection in the mirror and his blurry thoughts – still recovering from being displaced somewhere else – drifted to the idea that he loved how that x-harness looked on him. Made him so badass when he stuck his chest just like that.

“Everything’s in order, sir,” he said.

That was weird. The gargoyle had the strangest feeling that he’d already said that, not so long ago. Perhaps it was simply the fact that his job was pretty boring. Simply guarding the lab made things a bit repetitive.

“That’s good,” Sanmer replied. He was still smiling. “And what about your visor?”

Brooklyn chuckled softly. He didn’t understand what that meant.

“Uh… what visor do you mean, sir?”

The arctic fox nodded. Brooklyn knew he’d done a pretty good job because his boss looked so satisfied.

“I think I’m going to leave you work, then. But gargoyle,” Sanmer added right before disappearing around the corner, “if I’m not mistaken, you have some more friends, right? Perhaps you should bring them in… you know. To see if they can join you in your duties.”

Brooklyn nodded again. Anything for his boss.