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Q walked out of the Exosuit Emporium with his new gleaming black rubber suit covering him from head to toe. No... walked wasn't the right word. He strutted out of the facility, full of youthful horniness that couldn't wait to be tamed. His poor cock was trapped underneath a layer of 3D-printed plastic, and his ass was stretched to 2", locked shut to prevent any tampering.
The keys to his manhood were in a small box that could only be unlocked with his new master's fingerprint. Q held the small box as he looked around, waiting for his master to identify himself. There were plenty of guys around that he wanted to fuck, or to pounce on him, in his new form, and several passers-by gave approving looks at the fresh virgin gimp.
Q slouched his shoulders a bit, feeling slightly awkward at being the only person around being covered in head to toe rubber without having anything projected on his body.
"Never slouch your shoulders, boy," spoke a monotone voice from the earpiece. Q looked around and pulled his shoulders back. His heart raced in excitement for meeting his new master, but no guy identified himself to take the box with the keys.
"Do a squat for me. I like seeing my new property before he sees me," spoke the voice again, with a bit more emotion, but still slightly robotic. Q nodded and bent down, pushing his ass back while doing his best to keep his new overgrown shoulders above his knees.
When he reached the bottom of his squat, the voice spoke again. "Hold there for five seconds, get up, then do 99 more squats, holding your form every time."
Q looked around and tried to voice his displeasure as he strained in position, but his voice wouldn't make a noise. He sighed and got back up, and continued squatting. A few guys stopped to stare at the gimp - some stared and pointed at his face, and two guys started making out in front of him, pulling out their dicks to distract the new slave.
Q's legs got sore by the 20th squat, but the exosuit responded to his needs and started massaging the spot. By his 40th squat, his form was starting to get sloppy, and Q was starting to sweat. The exosuit helped him by wicking away the sweat and pumping in cooler air.
"I didn't pay top dollar for a lazy slave with sloppy form. That's all you can do?" asked the robotic voice. Q shook his head, and panted for a second.
"You need a better angle to see what you're doing," the robotic voice spoke.
Q blinked, and all of the sudden, his vision became a top-down display of himself, showing the rubber-clad gimp standing and panting in front of the Exosuit Emporium. He was no longer able to see the group of men staring at him. The out-of-body point of view was quite disorienting, and made him all the hornier, wanting to touch himself over.
"Stop admiring yourself and keep going," his master spoke. The hearing aid in Q's ears began to blare white noise, blocking out all of the noise from the men around him.
Q squatted down, held his form, and got back up, despite the soreness in his core and his legs. He was getting slower as he went on, but he made sure to maintain good form, aided by the out-of-body view.
"Maybe this will help you reach your goal," the voice spoke again, cutting through the white noise. The locked plug in Q's ass started vibrating, causing him to jump and lose his form. If he was able to, Q would have been moaning quite loudly, but his voice was still unable to phonate. His body ached with pleasure, and he was sure he was leaking steady precum. He felt so embarrassed when a slow, steady drip came out of the chastity belt.
His top-down point of view showed a twink in a wrestling singlet enter his field of vision, who laid between Q's legs and held his mouth open. Q was soon up to his 60th squat when a naked beefy red-head with long facial hair approached, bent down, and lifted the twink wrestler. The red-hair started thrusting in and out of the twink, both of them probably screaming in ecstacy; the ear plugs projecting the white noise kept getting louder and louder as Q continued his squats. He strained and panted, but eventually, Q finished his 100th squat, his legs and thoroughly sore from the workout, and only made possible by the exosuit. When Q stood up for the last time, the white noise stopped, and the sound of his panting filled his ears. Q's vision returned back to normal, letting him see from his own eyes again.
The group of guys around him had turned into a full-blown orgy. The wrestler twink was still getting pounded by the red-head, who was mounted by a distinguished gentleman with a giant cock, all of them making out with guys of every shape, size, race, and age. The twink from the store was frolicking around with a group of pups toward the back of the mass of guys. There was a circle of ten guys each sucking each other in a row.
Three guys stood across the street without participating in the orgy. They were all wearing leather jackets, sunglasses, sleek black pants, fancy buckled shoes, and a two-tiered harness that went around their waists, chests, and shoulders. Q was sure that his cock just tried getting more erect, filling the chastity belt to its fullest. He kept staring at the men as his cock tried getting engorged in the plastic chastity device attached to the suit, only to feed the growing pleasure in his ass.
Q wanted to curl into a ball and ride the wave of horniness. Instead, he kept his watch on the three fancy leather men ignoring the orgy, gradually catching his breath. Q wondered if one of these men was his new master. He awaited for further orders.
"Slave, stand as tall as you can, you are slouching," spoke a voice from inside his head, as a tiny shock hit Q's upper back. He stood taller and started looking around for the source of the voice- none of the leather men had moved their lips.
"You were right boy; look back at all three of us," the voice whispered with a hint of approval. Q looked back at the three leather men. All three of them nodded in unison.
The vibration suddenly stopped in Q's ass, causing him to moan out loud, his vocal chords finally working.
"Yea! Come on, join!" shouted the wrestler laying between Q's legs. Q looked back up - the three leather men had turned and were walking away from the orgy.
"Wait!"shouted Q. He walked past the giant naked fucking redhead, who grabbed Q's forearm and pulled him in for a kiss.
"I'm sorry, I'd love to, maybe next time!" Q yelled back as he darted between the throng of tops, bottoms, and lines of guys fucking, kissing, and enjoying every inch of their bodies. He used every ounce of strength in his legs to run after the leather men. If he had a top-down view, he might have seen the pink pup tackle him to the ground, but instead he was winded and took a tumble.
Q glanced up - it was the clerk from the store!
"Hiya Mister, c'mon, ditch your master and come play. He'll understand you just wanted to romp. You can always take whatever punishment he decides on. Pain can feel real good," the clerk explained with a whine. He pinned down Q, who was out of breath, and lifted his head to keep eyes on the three leather men.
"No, sorry, another time maybe," Q breathed as he got up with a struggle.
"Aww what about a good puppy romp?" the playful pup asked.
Q summoned his strength and started sprinting away from the orgy. He soon caught up with the three masters.
"Keep a six foot distance behind us," spoke the voice from inside his head.
"Yes Masters," Q replied obediently as he lowered his head and slowed his pace. He followed the three men on a long path through the city, passing a booming building that was surely the scene of a raging orgy or gangbang. He glanced at the scene, away from his masters, and his vision suddenly changed back to the top-down view of his own body.
Q stopped walking as he adjusted to the new point of view. Trying not to get sick from the sudden adjustment, his thoughts shifted to the technology that even made it possible, some real-time satellite tracking view (only possible for the world's richest families). His masters were quickly leaving his field of vision, so Q ran to catch up, then slow down again to maintain a distance.
Their path led through parks, by other orgies, and finally toward the city waterfront. There, the group finally arrived at a house made entirely of a silvery-reflective surface.
"You may enter," spoke the voice from inside Q's head.
Q stood outside of the house, wanting to savor every sensation. His rubber-clad body looked beautiful, gleaming with sweat and other male bodily fluids. Heaving chest and back muscles supported his frame, with his legs held apart due to the large tube in his ass. Q breathed in and walked as dignified as he could into the residence.
Q entered a large open room, filled with couches, plush carpet, and a simulated aquarium lining the walls. Fancy, expensive-looking chandeliers lined the ceiling to a glass-top bar at the end of the room. The masters had money, and they were each lounging on different couches, watching their new property from three different angles. Q felt like he was a prey being stalked by a pack of animals.
"Thank you, Sirs," Q remarked as humbly as he could without showing his nervousness. He bowed deep, then stood back up.
"Where is the key to your suit that we bought, boy?" asked the voice from inside his head. As usual, none of their mouths had moved. Now that he was inside and up close, Q noticed that all three had indistinct facial features, as if a man's face was projected onto the skin, rather than the bump and crevice of a normal face. Q then processed what was asked of him, and felt around the exosuit. He started to panic as he patted himself all over, without finding a pocket or any sign of the key. He didn't even remember or notice when he had dropped the box.
"What's wrong, slave? Are you worried because you have three masters who all bid on you?" asked the voice inside Q's head.
"I... I mean... your property cannot find the box with the key inside of it," Q muttered.
"What?!" shouted the voice as the three leather men all stood up. The exosuit shocked every inch of Q's body, causing him to crumple to the floor in pain on every inch of his body. He felt like he was being electrocuted, and what was only a second of intense pain felt like minutes. He curled into a ball on the floor.
"How long even can a guy have a plug locked in before it's a problem?" asked one of the leather masters to another, with a tinge of worry.
"Depending how much he ate, maybe 24 hours until sepsis starts to kick in?" guessed one of the leather men confidently. Q was nervous that he didn't know the answer, and that he could get seriously sick if he didn't find the key.
"I'm so sorry Sirs," Q whimpered, and started to sob.
"That's OK, you will learn to take care of our property," said the worried master. The three leather hunks gathered around Q and started patting his back, and massaging different parts of his body. Q felt such a sense of warmth and welcoming, despite his oversight. He didn't even notice that cuffs were attached to both of his hands and feet, and his harness was connected to a rig. The masters stepped away, and Q was hoisted up toward the ceiling. He screamed for a moment before his voice was shut off.
"Watch your moves and see if you can figure out where it ended up. We'll start from you getting here and go backwards," noted one of the masters with a slow and calming voice.
As dizzy as Q was from being hoisted up to the ceiling, he got even dizzier and borderline nauseous when his vision changed back to the up-close satellite view, and his every move was played backwards. It was disorienting for Q watching himself follow his masters backwards through the town in realtime, which involved a lot of walking past buildings far inferior to the one he was in. He worried he would disappoint his new masters, so he diligently kept his eyes on his path.
Q eventually stopped worrying and began to enjoy seeing all of the scenes for a second time, including all of the outdoor fucking and orgies. He made sure he wasn't too distracted, and kept a close eye out for his box. The recording finally got to the orgy in front of the Exosuit Emporium. Q watched as he skipped by the pups and got back to the red-bearded naked guy fucking the twink in the wrestling singlet. He looked closely, and noticed the red-haired guy was holding a box behind his back. Q saw the fateful moment of the guy grabbing the box, followed by himself dropping the box.
"FUCK!" Q shouted. His field of vision rapidly shifted back to the house of the masters. He was still suspended from the ceiling.
"Did you find it boy? Where should we go?" asked the calm master.
"Some red-haired beefy guy has it, Sirs. He was fucking some twink right in front of me. I didn't even notice dropping the box as I was doing my squats. I'm so sorry, Sirs," Q apologized.
The ankle harness detached from the ceiling, and Q swung down, held up by his harness and wrists far above the room. He flinched as he saw the three leather masters with whips in their hands, who proceeded to strike him one after another. Q relaxed a bit and began to enjoy the feeling of the whips, as his new exosuit absorbed much of the force of the whips.
"You're enjoying this, boy?" asked the confident master with a sexy tone. They all stopped.
"Only a bit, Sir. I'm mostly upset with myself that I disappointed you," Q admitted. He was let down from the ceiling, and collapsed into the arms of one of the leather men, who gave Q a hug.
One of the other masters was looking at the image of the red-haired guy. "We know that man. He goes by the name Alpha X now. We trained him years ago. He's brutally into pain, both giving and receiving, and his dick is the living embodiment of the eggplant emoji," the worried master said with a tinge of envy and worry.
"If he has your key, he won't give it back to us unless you've proven you're capable," spoke the confident master.
"Well, boy, prove us you've been practicing, and you can deepthroat a cock," demanded the calm master, with a slow and seductive voice. He tore away the codpiece from his sleek black pants to reveal an impressive curved-up dick.
"Yes Sir!" Q exclaimed, and he fell to his knees. He opened his mouth wide, his jaws supported by the new mouth insert. He used his tongue to lick every inch of the straining dick.
"Good enough. Let me do the work now, just open wide," the master uttered quietly. Q took a deep breath and held his shoulders back. He always had difficulty practicing facefucking, as the toy models were known to be more automatic than a real man's cock. The large dick eased its way down Q's throat. He relaxed and he let the cock assault his throat, sneaking in breaths in between thrusts. He let every worry escape his mind as his whole body went into a trance, letting his face be used as a receptacle for cum. The cock soon sped up, and the calm master moaned out loud as he erupted load after load of cum down Q's throat.
"Someone was horny," laughed the confident master.
"We spent a lot of money for him to look this good," teased the calm master as he pulled his cock out. "Well, part of it was our money, and part of it was the boy's hard work all these years, eating well and working out to be his best self."
"Thank you, Sir," Q piped in, proud of all of the work he did. The calm master patted Q on the head, then put his codpiece back on, once again fully dressed in the same leather ensemble as his two fellow masters.
"You'll speak when spoken to, slave," ordered the confident master. Q nodded, still obediently kneeling in position. His hole twitched, and he moaned a bit in pleasure.
"No moaning, either," ordered the confident master, and Q's vocal chords were turned off. The masters continued deliberating. "We need to find someone who worked with Alpha X so we know what he's looking for now, and how you can earn that key back."
"According to satellite footage, our red-headed friend walked away with the key to play with some pups. He left the area with the pup who tackled our new slave here. If only we knew who that pup was, finding him in the databases might take some time," fretted the worried master, who was pacing back and forth. Q tapped the ground loudly and excitedly, hoping he'd get permission to speak.
"What is it, slave? Do you want to get tortured again while we're figuring out your situation?" asked the confident master.
Q shook his head and held his hands together. He felt the switch in his suit that let him speak again. "I know that pup, Sirs, he works at the emporium!" Q exclaimed.
"Really? That's convenient for us. He's required by law to answer any of our questions about our new products. If we're lucky, he's still with our Alpha friend, and he could get the key himself," the calm master spoke. He pulled up a tablet to call the twink pup, and after a few rings, a holographic representation beamed out of the device - the guy did not have a pup hood on.
"Hello Sir, how can I help you?" asked the store clerk.
"Yes, we purchased a suit today for a young guy, he should have been your only client today," the calm master remarked.
The twink nodded. "Yes, how can I help you?"
"Our slave lost the key to his cock and his ass, and we would very much like to use them both."
"I'm sorry, Sir, if you come to the Exosuit Emporium tomorrow, we can get you a replacement key at a modest cost."
"No, boy. We believe that you were in contact with the guy who has the key. He goes by the name of Alpha X."
The twink moaned out loud and looked up happily. "Yes, of course, I saw him today. I didn't remember seeing any box when he fucked me. He has a whole legion of slaves and subs under him, though. But that's common for an Alpha."
"What did he have you do when you saw him earlier?" asked the confident master, who picked up the device and glared at the twink.
"He told me not to tell anyone," the clerk muttered as he looked away from the master.
"Then we will do our business elsewhere the next time we want a fresh recruit, and you'll lose out on all of the commission from us and our followers," the confident master threatened.
"Please don't! Oh boy, I don't want to get in trouble. Let's just say, he didn't fuck me, and I didn't suck him. He gave me very clear instructions for how to please him," the clerk spoke vaguely. Q wondered what he was referring to - he thought that all Alphas and Masters were exclusive tops. He didn't dare speak up.
"We got it, you sub-topped him. You've been a good boy. Expect a box of treats when you show up to work tomorrow," the confident master said as he ended the call.
"Well, we have an Alpha who likes dick in his ass. Let's see if we can train our new slave to fuck properly," the calm master remarked.
"There's not enough time! He's a brand new recruit," fretted the worried master, flailing his hands in the air.
"I've trained newbies before, I can work with him. Good thing I wore a butt plug all day" the confident master stated, echoed by a "Same" from the other two masters, and a slight chuckle.
"But Sirs, my cock is locked," Q piped up. He was eager and excited to use his cock again, having been horny all day from all of the sensations of the new exosuit.
"Sweet boy, you don't have your cock anymore. It is ours," muttered the confident master. Q moaned and felt quite horny and less worried.
"Here's the attachment," spoke the calm master, who was carrying a large strap-on dildo. He pulled the strap around Q's waist and connected it tightly in the front. Two other straps hugged Q's ass and went under his legs, connected to a foot-long dildo that fit perfectly on top of the chastity cage. The whole unit was pulled tightly onto the belt and strapped closed.
"There, that should be big enough to impress," the confident master stated. He pushed a button on the tablet, causing a leather sling to descend from the ceiling. He hopped up and put his feet into the leg straps dangling from the front chains. The master grunted a bit and pushed out a giant buttplug, letting it drop to the floor with a thud.
"Now boy, keep your shoulders back, and think of yourself as a living dildo. Watch my eyes, pay attention to my pleasure, and above all, when I say `keep going', don't get faster! Keep the same pace. You got that slave?" asked the confident master, whose hand was in a jar of lube. He then inserted one finger at a time into his ass.
"Yes, Master! I will follow your every direction," Q spoke with a bit of nervousness. He practiced his fucking skills on fucktoys almost every night, but he was usually fingering his ass at the same time.
"He might need some motivation," the calm master remarked. He pressed a button, and the anal sheath in Q's ass started vibrating, first at a low intensity then increasing until it became almost unbearable. The vibrating continued in this cycle, making Q even hornier as he leaked precum into the dildo.
"Are you ready, Sir?" Q asked with a quiver in his voice, as he stepped up to the leather master in the sling.
"Nor yet, boy. Make me want it," ordered the confident master while still fingering himself, now three fingers deep. Q started rubbing and massaging the master's legs, and a low moan came out of the leather hunk in the sling. Q's hands got closer to the pubic area, and the master pulled his hand out, giving a slight nod and a breath of relaxation.
Q grabbed onto the foot-long dildo and eased it up against the master's hole. His locked strained inside of the shaft, wishing it was free to fuck. Q instead kept rubbing the master's legs, and slowly inserted the strap-on into the master's ass. When the master clenched a bit and looked up at Q in the eyes, he stopped as if guided by instinct. The two bodies relaxed and started thrusting at a regular rhythm. The master nodded a bit, signaling for Q to get faster, so he picked up his pace a bit.
The master opened his mouth and pulled Q toward him, and they started making out. Q, with his rubber mouth insert, held his mouth open wide as the master's tongue explored his property. All the while, Q kept his pace of fucking, with his eyes locked on his master's, and with his ass vibrating with increasing intensity.
"He's ready," the confident master stated, followed by a moan of pleasure. Q paused and waited, his ass still vibrating. The master gave a slight nod and pushed out, and Q pulled the dildo away from the master. At that moment, a collar was pulled around his neck and fastened tight. The other two masters then grabbed Q's arms and locked them together, pulling them tight and attaching them to a hog-tie, which connected to his ankles, forcing him into a crouched position, balanced on the soles of his feet. Q did his best to stay upright, waiting as the masters finished presenting him. A handwritten note was attached to Q's collar, which he couldn't read.
"How do you know he's ready? I'd hate to drop another million," spoke the worried one.
"Million?!" Q exclaimed. His collar buzzed, and he soon lost his ability to speak.
"If he fails to perform, he'll never speak again, use his own eyes to see, or hear the sweet seductive voice of a main," uttered the confident Dom as he whispered into Q's ear. Q's ass twitched, and he tried unsuccessfully to moan. The other two masters hoisted Q onto a transport unit, and programmed the coordinates for his destination.
"Good luck, young man! Your future depends on your performing well. Don't disappoint us," spoke the confident Master.
"Remember to keep your shoulders back, breathe in, and use your muscles," remarked the calm Master.
"And above all, have fun, that's what sex is all about. Now go!" yelled the worried master as he kicked the transport unit. Q whizzed out the door to the lair of Alpha X.