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September 2025 Drabble#1
🕑 Added 2025-09-07 06:12:12 +0000 UTCReaper(/Akande) – public use – Reaper is meant to be punished... but he enjoys it quite a bit.
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Reaper is certain that his current position has been meant as some kind of punishment but he can’t quite muster up the inspiration to feel chastised.
He can’t even feel humiliated. It is difficult to feel anything much as of late. The past few decades or so. The nanobots make it difficult, their constant humming and buzzing and shifting is far too distracting to let him focus on much more than what new forms his body is trying to contort itself into and actually stopping it from conforming to their eager little hivemind to pay much attention to anything else.
Being called into the office of a Talon higher up to service a weeping cock has never really pinged as more interesting as trying to keep the nanomachines from growing a second head out of his shoulder just for the heck of it.
His past two missions have been failures so he had been anticipating some form of punishment. He doesn’t really want the powers that be to realize that he is not taking being put into a public free use device as anything but that but… well.
The machines are quiet.
Not silent. But quiet. It’s like they are just as eager for it as he. They’ve settled underneath his skin and buzz with soft anticipation of the next agent to come along and make a use of his hole.
Hell, they are eager enough to produce lube for the next stud; overly so, if the warm dripping down the insides of his thick thighs is anything to go by.
His eyes are squinted in feline satisfaction, hips slowly swaying side to side.
Trying to entice a new stud to come and breed him as he stands naked in the middle of the mess hall.
What he gets is finally a touch – to his cheek. His eyes open a little more, rolling blearily up to peer at Akande. He looks painfully handsome. His plush lips are opened in a mild little smile, showing two rows of large, perfectly white teeth.
Gabriel wants him so badly that he groans explosively, straining against the constraints of the box for the first time since being put into it.
Akande laughs, his huge hand softly cupping Gabriel’s cheek in full, thumb dragging back-and-forth against his cheekbone.
“You look glorious, my friend,” Akande croons. His melodious, cultured voice is like a warm salve down Gabriel’s ever-aching spine. His hole clenches deliriously, the nanomachines up in mindless, buzzing excitement for a second before settling down once more. Letting him keep his form so he can try and move his tongue in something resembling human speech.
“Please,” he rasps.
Akande’s dark eyes suddenly are much closer as he lowers himself into a squat and stares at Gabriel. Amused and a bit distant. Gabriel knows he is in deep before Akande starts speaking: “Aren’t you enjoying this a bit too much? Begging for it like a common harlot.” He clacks his tongue against his upper teeth. Just once. The sound ricochets through Gabriel like the crack of a whip.
