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sir-lucas

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Dark mysterious factory? Abandoned too, you say? Better pull on the tall waders.

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bootsize13

Tied up your little bro because you can

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Tops.

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kink-override

Feeling the programming warp and shift him, moulding his entire identity into the very object that the client requires. All requests will be processed and handed appropriately. Makes you wonder just what script will be written and executed today…

The message arrived on his phone. 0600. Like every day. Always a different number, never any text, always an image...a model...a template. A target.

Some requests were easy to fulfill, others were more of a long term challenge ready to be set in motion, purchases to be made, arrangements in the 'spare bedroom' to be accommodated.

But never completely naked. Never completely ordinary.

Today's was one of the more straightforward models to emulate.

The gimp.

Absolute encasement in black rubber. Head to toe. Anonymized. Reduced. Simplified. Rendered.

It couldn't be seen from the photo, but it was implied. The gimp would be plugged...utterly...to the limits of its ability to do so. The gimp would be locked...absolutely...tightly...compressed down to memory of a pole. The gimp would be stretched...its seedsack extended inhumanly from its body. Something it had done ... once or twice ... and was always satisfying to whoever made the requests.

But all that would have to wait.

For now...it was time for work.

The gear would be there, set out in the room, on camera, as always, as he went about his day.

Waiting for the text to arrive, as it always did, at 1600h.

"Drone...execute"

And he would stop work.

And it would come out to play.