Bank Robbery scene from Daredevil: Born Again
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Bank Robbery scene from Daredevil: Born Again
Daredevil s1e5
Yeah, I remember what you said. Me and the boys got a big laugh out of it, too. Hate to be the one to break it to you, Kid, but sexual preferences aren’t really an option for you any more. From now on, you’ll cum when we want you to cum, which won’t be often, and your fucking preferences won’t mean squat. Now sit tight while I bring the truck around. Hope you didn’t drink a lot of coffee this morning. It’s a long drive to the ranch.
You don't have to put it on. No one is forcing you to. But you've been trained to want to, you volunteered for training and now it's complete and all you have to do is put it on and it will be finished. You will be finished, your old life, your human life, will be forever out of reach. That cock gag looks bigger and longer than you thought it would. The whole thing looks claustrophobic and creepy. But you can't seem to put it down. You know he's watching you on the security camera. He emphasized that it was your decision, but he also knows the ability to make a different decision has been taken away from you. You've already put on the rubber suit, the harness, everything. You try again. You take a deep breath. But you once again fail. You feel cornered, trapped. Your mind's been altered over the last several weeks. You keep imagining being his property, his rubberized humanoid plaything. Your cock hardens. The weird thing is you're not even gay, you have no attraction to the male body. But the desire to submit, to be controlled, is so far beyond sexual orientation that it doesn't even matter. The desire to submit and the desire to be transformed into a smooth, anonymous humanoid, an object, nothing but mindless obedience, that's what obsesses you, it's what you've wanted your whole life. When he said you'd be posed on a marble plinth in his grand foyer for the delectation of his guests that very evening, a celebration of the creation of his newest drone, to be touched and stroked and admired by his discerning friends, you knew you wouldn't be able to resist making a terrible life decision. A life decision that's really no decision. No decision possible, only the culmination of your destiny. No more human life. Your cock strains agains the black rubber. You lift the hood in both hands and pull it onto your head. Deep breath. The black rubber cock gag goes down your throat. You are finished. Regret floods your mind briefly, but it quickly doesn't matter anymore, as you immediately lose the ability to feel regret. You feel his hands locking the collar around your neck. You say goodbye to yourself moments before you forget your name.
This fat redneck wearing overalls just walked up to me insisting I'm his son. Can you get him to stop bothering me?
*sigh* "why do I always get the crazies...." I mutter under my breath. "Yeah, I'll go talk to him."
I walk into the other room and close the door behind me, obscuring your view.
"Sir, I can't have you disturbing our customers."
You hear the faint conversation through the door.
"Wait, what are you doing. Sto-"
*Thud*
"Please don't!"
My voice suddenly becomes muffled.
"Oh god, what is happening to me?"
You hear the sound of me stumbling around the room.
"Why does this feel.... So good."
My voice is barely recognizable as it starts to become deep and gruff.
"Ohhh... Fuck yeah, I feel so fucking strong."
All you hear is grunting and growling from the other side of the door. Then, all of a sudden, the door busts open.
I squeeze through the door, struggling to fit my broad shoulders through the door frame. I tower over you, my hairy chest is at your eye level, giving you prime view of my hulking body. As your head tilts up to meet me eye to eye, you see my magnificent beard, it radiates more masculinity than you can comprehend.
"Just had a word with pops back there," I say in a thick southern accent, "since talkin' clearly ain't workin' for ya, he says I get to deal with ya myself."
I grab the back of your head and pull you in. You try to pull away, but I don't budge. I lift my other arm and stuff your face into my armpit. You hold your breath as you desperately try to push yourself away from me, but it's no use, it only delays the inevitable.
"You're gonna have to breathe in eventually boy." I chuckle as I rub your face deeper into my pit.
After a few more seconds, you take a deep breath through your nose. You recoil at the musky smell, but I hold you in for a bit longer and make sure you get a few more whiffs.
"That should teach ya a lesson." I say as I let you go.
You quickly spring backward, stumbling to the other side of the room.
"What did you do to me!?" You yell at me as you struggle to catch your balance.
"You'll see..."
You start to feel a tingle in your face when suddenly, thick hairs begin to sprout above your lip, forming a small mustache. You slowly bring your hand up to your face and brush your finger along the wiry hairs.
"Ah! What the fuck?"
The sensation is quickly followed by an intense itchiness that engulfs the lower half of your face as short hairs emerge along your skin, creating a patchy five o'clock shadow. Then your sharp jawline starts to melt into a soft double chin, making your face look even more unkempt than it was before.
And if that wasn't bad enough, you watch as hair starts to fall from your head in clumps, making your hairline recede a couple inches and thinning the rest.
"There's the family resemblance."
I put a baseball cap on your head to hide the hairline.
"Get used to wearin' these, you'll need em." I let out a hearty laugh.
"This... This... Is..." You stutter.
"It's feels great, don't it. Just let it happen boy!"
You start to groan and grunt as your voice begins to deepen. You grab your stomach in pain, then, your stomach suddenly shoots out into a sizable beer belly.
*Uuurrrrppppp!* You let out a nasty burp while your shirt slowly rides up your gut.
A satisfied look takes over your face as you slowly rub your new belly. You're so distracted that you barely notice when your pecs inflate into round man tits that are barely contained by your tiny shirt.
"Bro... Urrrp... I'm getting so ripped."
You chuckle as you flex your arms, barely showing the muscle underneath a layer of fat. Meanwhile, curly hairs begin to sprout all over your body. You're still a far way away from being as hairy as your older bro, but most men dream to be as hairy as you. Hair starts poking out above your shirt collar and over your shoulders while they spread across your exposed belly. That's not even mentioning the forest of hair covering your back.
"Do ya think these pants make me look fat?" You say with a deep southern twang.
"Quite yer' whinin', they look fine."
I give you a slap on the shoulder, sending you off balance. Meanwhile, your pants are on the verge of ripping. The button is holding on for dear life as your fat ass strains the fabric. It only gets worse when the bulge in your pants starts to grow. You try to adjust it, but it only gets worse as your dick starts to snake down your pants leg.
"Oouuugghhh fuck!" You moan as your transformation slows.
"Now that's a man that'll make this family proud!"
"Y'think so?"
"You're built like a real breeder, like me an' pops." I slap you on the gut. "Now why don't you come have a word with me an' pops, we got somethin' to tell ya."
Blown Cover Part 4 - In an effort to get him to divulge what he knows, the corrupt cops begin making things uncomfortable for under cover detective Jake Berkeley
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Kidnapped for experiment in the isolation box and electrostimulation...(2)
Bank Robber to Bank Manager
I was supposed to wait, but I was too bored. The punishment came immediately and the collar was pumped up more and more.
Overnight, I had to sleep padded. 🙈