You can call me Tek. I am an adult, and this space is only for adults. Hard stop. No minors.
—I will block ageless or underage followers—
I post almost exclusively hermitcraft/life series smut- character and cc. Understood?
This blog contains a lot of mcyt RPF. Don’t like, don’t read!!
My faves are: Mumbo, Grian, Scar, and Gem. c and cc for all <3
I’m most into: age gaps, petplay, impact/roughness/choking, somnophilia, and breeding
(I also like a lot of other things! Mommy/daddy kink, noncon/dubcon/cnc, eggs, creature hybrids… to name a few)
I’m open to most things. Please don’t send me anything with feet, vomit/scat, beastiality, rpf snuff (Minecraft is fine), or little children. No slurs either, please. While noncon is fine, I don’t want anything with Mumbo or impulse as perpetrators.
I have bad emetophobia so try to avoid any talk of stomach sickness, please
If I didn’t mention something, assume you’re fine to bring it up! I like hearing what people are into, even if I don’t know if I am!!
I love asks- you’re welcome to send me questions or thoughts! I DO ask that you specify whether you’re talking about character or cc, though (just so I write the right things). If you don’t care which, you don’t have to say anything extra, but if you do mean just one or the other, lmk :]
DMs are cool too, but I’m pretty bad at holding conversations and have terrible social anxiety so be warned about that
I tag characters with a period after the first letter of their name (g.rian). Ships get a period between ‘words’ (red.scape). Content tags are in square brackets and shortened ([pet])
Today my mother told me first that she wanted to sit in on my therapy sessions if I do go to therapy (I'm not currently) and second she said "I'm not sure if I should allow you to go to therapy because that last one was so bad" the one I had when I was 14 that she hand picked because the lady was Christian and who was very confused on why my parents cared so much about her own religion because it did not impact how she did therapy. And my mother was pissed because she was supporting my "alternative lifestyle" anyways. (Eventually I enacted a multi year plan to make a Christian persona so I could live in this house drama free but it seems to be failing me now....)
Oh and she also told me this at nearly 11pm while I was trying to go to bed and then when I told her to leave because I was trying to wind down for the night, she told me "it feels like you're preferring your video game over me. Because you're chronically online." Mind you this is a game of Mecca Chameleon without voice chat.
Anyways. Weirdo.
🥭
Ah yes, how dare you want to relax and do something chill and fun at night…
I don’t think it’s her decision if you go to therapy or not!! And it’s certainly not her decision to sit in on sessions!!
mango’s mother, if you do not amend your ways I will send 1000 curses upon you
Uhh, here's a sequel or something to the Etho/Doc series. Enjoy.
Personal thank you to @the-crow-anon for being a freak about this with me. And thank you to @insertsuggestedname for encouraging our insanity
...
It doesn't take long for Etho to miss being on campus.
It also doesn't take long for the pronouns in all of Etho's social media to be changed to she/her. A few online friends reached out to ask if she was trans, which was... Intimidating. She messaged back, "unlabeled rn' and threw her phone to the other side of the bed.
It's not that Etho didn't think- well, maybe. It just. Everything was happening so fast. Everything was happening so fast and she wasn't sure if it was just a kink thing or if she was actually- yeah. She doesn't want to be disrespectful.
Maybe she should go talk to some of the professors about this. That probably have tons of experience with this sort of stuff. Yeah. Lots of students probably have feelings like this.
Etho reaches for her phone and quickly drafts a message to the Headmaster telling them that she'll be on campus later that afternoon. And that maybe she has a few questions. Or many questions. And also is there a map of campus?
Cleo answers within the hour, which Etho takes as encouragement to go. She struggles to get ready. Etho hadn't really been out of the house since her placement test last week, so she hadn't felt the need to change into any nice clothes to go out in. She had just been in sweatpants and tshirts.
But for some reason she really doesn't want to change into her jeans. She does- she doesn't have one alternative but. She hasn't opened it yet.
The package had arrived late last night, and now sat on her kitchen table. Etho had been scared to open it, but now. She stands up and paces to the table.
She methodically cuts through the packing tape, before opening the box slowly. It is wrapped in plastic, and Etho has to cut through that too before she can bring her new things back to the bed.
Etho lays them out on the bed, contemplating. She had placed the order for three skirts of different lengths yesterday. All pale blue and pleated. The shortest skirt intimidates her, it barely looks like a belt. It definitely wouldn't cover everything. She looks away, flustered just thinking about it.
She settles on the longest one, just above the knees with safety shorts built in. Etho kicks off her sweats and squirms into the skirt. She pulls on a new shirt and, after staring at herself in the mirror, decides to tuck it into the skirt.
It's not... Bad.
Definitely not bad.
But Etho is. Less than comfortable. The safety shorts hug tightly around her. It almost reminds her of the cage Doc had given her.
The thought makes everyone seem tighter.
Etho hurries to finish getting ready. Should she shave her legs? Fuck, she should have thought about this. Does she have time to do that?
She decides against it.
After brushing her teeth for the second time that morning and running a brush through her hair, Etho grabs her apartment keys and leaves.
...
Cleo had said that they wouldn't be on campus while Etho was visiting. Something about family time with her sons (who were coincidentally also professors) that was already scheduled and no it couldn't be moved. All three of them would be off campus for a few days. And that Etho could speak with some of the other professors instead of them.
So that's how Etho found herself knocking on the door to Doc's office (Etho wouldn't say it out loud, but she was pretty sure she had a favorite professor already. And it was Doc.)
"Professor?" Etho says, pushing open the cracked door. The room is dark, but she can hear someone speaking so someone must be here.
Doc looks up at Etho from behind his desk, and immediately hits pause on whatever he'd been watching. It had sounded like porn.
"Hi. Hi professor." Etho stammers, "I had some, uh, some questions."
Doc glances between Etho and the video on his laptop before saying, "You look nice today. Your classes don't start until next Monday, is something wrong?"
Etho hesitantly shuts the door behind her, "Yeah, I just. Uh-"
"Sit down." Doc nods at the nearby armchair. Etho does. "Good girl. Now tell me what's bothering you."
"I don't know if I'm trans." Etho blurts. Doc nods and waits for Etho to elaborate. "I mean. I like- I'm enjoying everything here but- I guess I just don't know if it's only a kink thing? And I don't wanna jump to conclusions or offend any real-! I mean! I'm not-"
"Etho." Doc says softly.
Etho shuts up
"I know you're feeling a lot of things. But you don't need to be scared of what other people think. Just take your time." Doc glances back down at his laptop, "besides, I don't really care how you identify or if it's just for sex. You're here now. Officially enrolled. You'll be treated the same as any other girl who comes through here."
Etho nods, "okay." She manages.
"Besides! I think you look spectacular as my girl. I would hate to change that." Doc is still staring at his screen. Etho resists the urge to crane her neck and see what he's watching.
Doc mumbles something else that Etho can't make out. Something about eggs and breeding. Etho shifts uncomfortably in her seat, wanting nothing more than to let Doc repeat what he did to her during the placement test. Fuck she couldn't stop jerking off to the thought when she got home. It was like a brain worm.
"You did very good on your placement test." Doc says out of nowhere, "at least. In my department."
"thank you." Etho says, because she's not sure what else to say to that, "sir."
Doc smiles, "come, look." He pats his lap for Etho to sit.
She flushes in embarrassment, but stands up to obey. Etho inches around the side of the desk and situates herself on Doc's knee, holding down the front of her skirt. Which is stupid of her. Doc's already seen everything she has.
Doc is surprisingly big next to Etho. She hasn't realized it before, probably because she'd been strapped to a bed the whole time, but Doc was massive. Etho curls into his side and turns to look at the screen.
It's her.
Fuck.
Is that really what she had looked like? She looks like- she looks like porn. Just an average slut fucking herself open on a dildo. Etho can feel herself straining in her clothes. A little bulge pushing the front of her skirt up.
The video is from her placement test, the first part. The camera must have been sitting on Cleo's desk. It's narrowed on Etho's form, pushing herself up and down on a dildo suction-cupped to the plastic chair. It's covered in lube and a small amount of Etho's pre.
Doc glances down at Etho, noticing her immediate arousal. "You look beautiful." He murmurs, "all open and desperate for us."
Etho nods breathlessly.
"wanna watch it with me?" Doc asks, "it's very good porn in my opinion. You'll enjoy it."
She's very good porn. Fuuuck. She's just- she's porn. Something pretty for her professors to get off to. She feels lightheaded.
Doc puts an arm around her hip and leans to hit play on the video. Immediately Etho can hear the sound of herself whimpering, the wet sound of the slick dripping down her thighs.
She muffles a very similar whine.
She remembers this. She watches the way she crumbled at the pleasure. It had been so big. The biggest she had ever managed. She hadn't lasted long before-
Video-Etho sinks down onto the dildo again, moaning in overstimulation. Etho watches as her own thighs are painted white with cum. It drips, thick and sticky, onto the chair and floor. She squirms in Doc's lap, trying to ignore her current arousal.
Doc had other plans, running one hand over her stomach and down to the bulge in her skirt. Etho suppresses a whine.
"good girl." Doc praises, "you did so well there. What a pretty whore for me..."
Etho presses herself into Doc's palm, desperate.
Doc chuckles, and leans to navigate to another video on the laptop, "here. Watch this."
Etho recognizes this one too.
She's kneeling at Impulse's feet, staring in awe at his thick hard length. She leans to give the tip a tentative kiss.
Etho squirms as Doc palms her bulge through her pleated skirt. She regrets the safety shorts. It's tight, almost painful. She wishes she could feel Doc's hand directly against her. He's just not- he's not enough.
Doc rubs soft slow circles, back and forth, sometimes gently squeezing, never enough to let Etho get anywhere near close. It's almost like Doc is just using her as a stress toy, uncaring of how she feels.
His eyes are locked on the video, where video-Etho is actively choking on Impulse. She's being held down, firm grip in her hair.
She turns her attention to the video too. Maybe porn will help. Maybe it will give her enough pleasure to make up for how Doc is teasing her.
She can see how pathetic she had looked. How desperate and drooly and messy. How slutty. Video-Etho has tears in her eyes and pre leaking into a puddle under her. But Impulse is clearly enjoying the wet heat around him. The tight throat.
And when video-Etho is finally allowed back up, she is gasping. Slick and drool running down her chin and neck. Face flushed hot.
Then she's resuming her work. Struggling again to help Impulse finish.
"I love your enthusiasm." Doc says, running a thumb over Etho's tip and making her hips buck pathetically. "Especially in the next video. That one is my favorite."
Etho's head is spinning, "yeah. Mine too." She manages.
Doc presses a kiss to the top of Etho's head, then tilts her face back to the screen, "watch." He murmurs, "he's almost done."
Etho watches Impulse finish down her throat, flooding her throat and airways with white cum. Video-Etho gags violently and pulls away to cough the hot liquid out of her lungs. She kneels, doubled over, Impulse's cum dripping from her lips and chin and nose.
Doc hums pleasantly, inching his hand underneath the pleats of Etho's skirt. He brushes against the safety shorts with a disappointed noise.
"you have leggings on?" Doc mumbles, "the fuck?"
Etho shrinks into herself, "I was nervous."
Doc doesn't respond, just leans over to the laptop and navigates to the next video. Etho sees the screen light up with new footage, this time of herself and Doc.
"you don't look nervous here. What changed?" Doc says.
Ethos watches herself get strapped into the bed, stares at the silicone toy that had been stretching her out from the very first video. "I had to take public transportation to campus. I didn't want to bother anyone."
Doc readjusts his hands to slip them under the waistband of Etho's skirt, "bother anyone?"
He begins to work them off of Etho slowly.
"bother them how? By letting them see all of this..."
The skirt falls between Etho's ankles. His stiffness finds warmth in the crook of Doc's palm.
"...beauty?"
Doc gives Etho a light squeeze and Etho can hear herself moaning on the video recording next to them. She whines.
"Etho. You aren't bothering anyone. I want to see... All of this. Who wouldn't?" Doc runs a thumb over Etho's length.
"I'm sorry sir." Etho whispers.
Her eyes are stuck on the screen, where she can see every egg that gets bred inside her. The visual sends blood straight to her dick, where it twitches desperately in Doc's hand.
"you like that?" Doc murmurs, low. He resituates her into the center of his lap, watching the video straight on. Etho can feel that he's hard too, pressing at her entrance between the layers of cloth.
Etho squirms and grins down on it, imagining the penetration of eggs in sync with what she is watching. Doc reaches his other hand up under her shirt, feeling at her flat chest. Ethos hopes that will change one day. All the other girls had big boobs, and Etho wanted to be just like them. All pink-tinted. Sex addicted. Desperate.
On the video, Etho starts to beg.
The sound lulls through the speakers in dulcet whines, "please please please please..."
Etho shutters in Doc's lap, watching how her body swallows egg after egg and still gapes for more, "please." She whispers.
Doc rests his chin on Etho's shoulder, leaning to breathe in her smell, "yeah. I promise." He mumbles. His hand works Etho's dick teasingly. Far too slow.
"Professor, please- I need-" Etho's thoughts are interrupted by sharp inhale as Doc's hands continue to explore her body, and they push against her entrance.
"I know, you're such a good girl for me, I'll get you all bred up..." Doc mumbles into her ear. He fumbles for something in a drawer, lube, and presses a slick finger into Etho.
She moans weakly, head blank of any thoughts outside of sex, as Doc rubs small circles into the skin there. Loosening Etho enough to slip a second finger inside. Her ignored dick leaks pathetically.
"I'll fill you right up." Doc promises, "the fake eggs are okay but I'll get you something better. My favorite- favorite student deserves better. All full. Full of me."
Etho lifts her hips, desperate for more. She barely registered "favorite student" but she definitely did notice him saying he had something better than those fake eggs. Something real. It makes her head spin. Please.
Nearby, the video of Etho's placement test is still playing. She's passed out on the bed, full body twitching from pleasure and overstimulation every time Doc eases another egg inside.
There is more fumbling in Doc's drawers, before he pulls out a toy. Etho flushes at the size, squeezing subconsciously at the three fingers Doc has inside her. It is smeared with lube before Doc is pushing it inside. It's not very long, but it's wide enough to make the stretch burn. Etho struggles for breath, dazed.
"good girl, good girl. Nice stretch for me." Doc murmurs. Etho whimpers.
When Etho is full, Doc presses a kiss to her cheek, before standing up and lifting Etho over to the armchair. Etho is gently laid out on the cushions, legs spread and wet, needy.
Doc fumbles with his belt, not bothering to turn off the video. Etho can hear her own moaning play from the speaker, and anticipates feeling like that again. Doc was gonna fill- fill her up. Breed her full. Fuck.
Etho is pinned under Doc suddenly, heartbeat jumping into her throat. Doc's breathing has gone heavy and his eyes scrape Etho's body with a blazing hunger. Etho squirms under his gaze. She squeezes around the plug inside of her and she glances down at Doc's... Fuck. Oh fucking-
Etho burns in arousal and fear. Doc is massive.
Doc slips his hands under Etho's top and pulls it off of him, "you came at a good time." He mumbles, leaning in to kiss Etho's neck and chest, "fantastic time. Did Cleo tell you? She must've..." He interrupts himself by busying his mouth, kissing at the corner of Etho's lips.
Etho kisses back, moaning into Doc's mouth, "please..."
Doc's hands wander down to the plug inside Etho. He teases it out, twisting and pushing it back in. The movement pulls an embarrassing sound from Etho's throat. She turns her head away from Doc, but he holds her firm and kisses her mouth again.
After a few minutes of stretching the toy in and out of her, Doc discards it and lines his hips up with Etho's. His cock is significantly bigger than the toy that had just been inside her. She feels dizzy with fear. He's gonna breed her. With. That.
"Doc, that's not- Professor please I'm not read- ready." Etho hurries.
Doc presses his tip against her entrance.
"Please please, slowly." Etho begs, "-too big. Please- slow, slow, sl- uhhh. Oughhhhh." Her words melt into a weak moan as Doc begins to push himself inside.
The stretch burns. It hurts. It doesn't fit, please, Doc, it doesn't-
Doc doesn't seem to care. He's been seized by instinct, a need to breed, and Etho's begging will not stop him. He will make it fit.
To his credit, Doc is slow. Very gentle. Plenty of lube. When he presses up against Etho's prostate, he kisses away her tears. And then eases himself deeper. Deeper. Fuck, Etho feels like he's being split open.
When he is fully inside her, Doc pauses, letting her body adjust to the stretch. Etho clings to Doc as she tries to think straight. It's so big. He's so big. And it's going to- it's going to fill him more? Eggs, real eggs, pushed into her and filling every inch of space she has available. Etho whines with arousal.
Somewhere in the distance, Etho can hear the video still playing. She's begging, "Breed me full. Please, Doc. Pleeease..."
Doc clearly hears this too, because he inhales sharply. Etho can feel him twitch inside her.
"I'm gonna breed you." Doc promises, giving a gentle roll of his hips. Etho groans weakly at the movement. "Gonna fill you all up, put my babies in you."
"babies." Etho echoes, stupid with arousal. She can feel that arousal leaking from her dick, dripping onto her stomach.
Etho watches as Doc rolls his hips again, and the bulge in her stomach shifts. Doc lets out a deep groan, like he's forcing himself to not plow Etho into the armchair. His eyes are filled with lust as he pulls himself out slowly then eases back inside. Etho's head drops back onto the cushion, a moan pulled from her mouth. She's gonna cum. Please.
Doc repeats the movement, slowly working up to thrusting into Etho's aching, needy frame. Small groans are pulled from her with every thrust, like her lungs are forced to empty to make space every time Doc pushes inside. Etho can feel the intrusion against her organs, friction and slick along her hot inner walls, pressure against her sensitive places. Fuuuck.
The audio continues to play nearby, pushing them both to the edge. The sound of Etho begging for more,"no please! can, can! Fuck- Doc promise- good- be good! Good girl..."
It doesn't take long before she's spilling cum onto her stomach, and her body tenses as an orgasm crashes through her. Doc doesn't give up his pace. He continues to thrust into her, even as her eyes prick with tears from the overstimulation.
"gonna breed you, gonna breed- gonna breed you..." Doc mumbles with every thrust. "Mine, mine, mine."
And then Doc is pushing in deeper and Etho feels sticky warmth flood her, filling her guts with slick. Doc doesn't pull out. He just huffs above her, kissing her cheek.
Etho feels a strange sensation, feels him swell inside her. Fuck. Big- bigger- and then it's pushing something inside her. Etho feels it settle in her stomach. An egg.
Fuck.
Gonna breed-
-Fuuuck.
Doc is gonna fill her up. Gonna fill her with eggs and his babies until her stomach is swollen with him. With his. With all the leftover warmth of his heat. Etho moans weakly, "please, Doc."
Doc huffs heavy and Etho can feel him pushing another egg inside her. It presses again the first one, both of them sliding deeper inside Etho's cum-slicked hole. Then Doc is working in a third, and the previous two are forced even deeper. Etho's eyes roll back and she gasps for breath.
"so pretty." Doc murmurs, "gonna be my pretty incubator... Keep all my eggs nice and warm..."
Etho nods, "your pretty incubator." She repeats, "fill me up- fill me up, pleeease- Doc-"
Doc kisses at her neck, "you're so receptive... My own pretty hole for my eggs, for my babies. Gonna fuck you so pregnant..."
She whimpers at that, then again when she feels another egg press inside her. "Please... More."
"breed you until your belly swells..." Doc murmurs, "then kiss at your tummy where you're keeping all my babies warm and safe."
Etho's head spins. She's full of burning arousal, but she's not sure if she can manage another orgasm so soon. Instead she just leaks pathetically at every word and whines when Doc kisses her.
As Doc continues to fuck eggs into her, Etho's stomach begins to swell with them. Her skin is tight around her stomach, and growing tighter with every egg.
"please please please please." Etho mumbles, unable to form words beyond that.
Doc responds by pushing one more egg in her, pulling out gently afterwards. He reaches for the plug to keep her full.
Etho cries at the loss, "no, no, please- Doc, i-"
Doc bends down to press a kiss against Etho's stomach, "all full~" he hums, "...just for me."
"I can take more, I prom- I promise!" Etho whines and mumbles something else incoherent. Doc smiles proudly at Etho, and her swollen tummy, and her limp dripping cock.
He leans to grab something else from his desk, and Etho shutters when she sees the cage and chasity belt.
"gonna keep you all full." Doc promises, "we can't have all my eggs escaping, now can we?"
Etho tries to say something in response, anything, but her words aren't cooperating with her. She just mumbles stupidly and moans when Doc lifts her hips to situate the belt on her. It presses up against the plug and holds it in place.
Etho is very sure that she won't be able to get any of the eggs out on her own, especially when Doc locks the belt in place.
Then he moves on to the cage, pressing Etho painfully into the little plastic space. She sniffles but doesn't push Doc away when he locks the cage too.
"gonna keep you nice and warm." Doc explains gently, easing himself next to her on the cushions. He holds her sweetly, "if we edge you we can keep your body temperature up. You'll stay nice and warm for my eggs."
Etho nods weakly, "I want more." She mumbles.
"don't worry. You'll keep them in for a while." Doc promises. Etho curls into his side, tired.
"I can't wait to start classes." Etho whispers.
Doc kisses her forehead, "I can't wait either."
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Author's note: FUCK this took longer than I thought. And turned out longer than I thought. And I didn't get around to including the hypno bit, which is sad. I was gonna have etho drop from hearing the recording smh. Maybe another day. I love ya guys. Hope you enjoyed <3
Part five (and probably the final part) of Etho's placement test in the bimbo school!
(edit: this... Came out much longer than I anticipated. Uh. Oh well. Enjoy.)
Obligatory tags!! @insertsuggestedname @the-crow-anon I love you two!
Etho sips his tea slowly, gently soothing his stomach. He has no idea what time it is. His stomach hurts.
The school had requested he come for his test this morning without eating, probably so he wouldn't throw up from his abused gag reflex or all the pressure on his stomach. But if it was evening like the nurse had said, that meant it had been almost a full day since he last ate.
That certainly explains all the pain he feels in his guts.
"Food?" Skizz echoes when Etho asks about it, "of course, we'll get you something to eat. Typically we don't introduce food into the system until after we remove the eggs. When you're overfull like this having food can cause nausea. Luckily Doc will be by soon to help with that! Are you in pain right now, baby?"
Etho nods, "stomach hurts." He murmurs. His voice is still weak, which he blames on Impulse. Or maybe he was loud with Doc? He's not sure...
Skizz sits on the queen bed with him, "well, it's likely not from hunger. You're probably cramping from stretching too long."
That... Makes sense. His guts feel all weak, and he sometimes has to squeeze the plug keeping everything in because he can feel them pushing out. His body is ready to get them out. The eggs shift against each other as they cram together near his entrance. Lube is smearing onto the soft bathrobes he's been wrapped in.
Actually he's very satisfied with the robes, they're more comfortable than he had expected. He's glad he got cleaned up... He still had cum running down his face and chin from Impulse... Or Doc? Definitely a mix of pre and lube and drool on his thighs... And his stomach was smeared with a load of cum from that morning in Cleo's office. So yeah. It was nice to get cleaned up. To be comfortable and warm and dry...
This whole experience has honestly been... Unexpected. I mean, Etho expected some of it, but there were also plenty of surprising things. He feels dizzy when he tries to think about it all. He probably go straight to sleep when he gets home.
A voice from the doorway makes Etho look up.
"No, Doc, it has to be now." Cleo says, "It's been long enough."
"But she was so receptive..." Doc laments, "You want to undo all our work? When she could just... Stay here? Forever?"
Cleo pushes the door open, "You'll have plenty of time with her once she begins classes. Oh Etho, hi darling. Are you feeling well?"
Etho nods, "sore throat." He whispers, "and my stomach hurts."
She nods, "That's expected. Doc is here now to help you get all those eggs out, alright?"
Despite his pain, Etho doesn't want to take them out yet. Well, he does. He likes the thought of laying them. But he hates the thought of it all being over. He... He was surprised by how much he had enjoyed himself with Doc.
Skizz, who was still sitting next to him on the bed, gently takes the cup of tea from his hands and places it on the nightstand.
"let's lay you down again, baby" he says, "you'll feel a lot better."
Etho reluctantly lets Skizz ease him down. The covers are pulled off of him, and Skizz gently spreads his slips a towel under his hips, presumably to keep the sheets clean.
"I don't-" Etho mumbles.
Skizz turns to him, "uncomfortable? We can prop your head up with a pillow if you'd like."
Etho hesitates, "uhmm. Yeah, that would be nice actually." Within a few minutes, Skizz is adjusting a pillow behind his head and then settling himself directly next to Etho.
"let me know if you get too hot." He says, "or if you want your tea back."
Doc seems to be lamenting his job. He's staring at an empty shulker box at the end of the bed like it's going to rob him of everything he loves. Then he turns to Etho and admires the bulge of his stomach, his soft caged cock, and the way he flutters around the plug Doc had put there that afternoon. Etho tries not to squirm under his gaze.
After a long moment, Doc sighs, "Alright Etho, are you ready? Cleo says I have to help you get these out or my ass is fired."
Cleo nods from where she's observing in the corner of the room.
"Uh, I guess." Etho says. His voice is still wrecked, and the words come out weak. Doc looks amused at this, and he settles himself between Etho's legs.
Skizz wraps an arm around him and murmurs softly in his ear, "Take some deep breaths, baby. Professor Doc is going to start, are you ready?"
Etho nods, but isn't quite prepared for Doc to tug the plug out. He whimpers as a few eggs are immediately forced out and the tension in his stomach eases.
Skizz holds him, "Good job, good girl." He says, "That feels better now, doesn't it?"
The loss makes Etho whine, but it's difficult to form words when Doc is caressing his tummy to gently work down more eggs. The small ones slip out easily. Others have to be worked out by Doc applying pressure, sometimes to the top of his stomach and sometimes to the area around and above Etho's entrance. He rubs firm circles into the skin that make Etho lightheaded and warm, and push him slowly up to an edge.
He can feel the movement of each egg inside him. The thick silicone being pushed and pressed through him, against his prostate, moving through each of his sensitive parts... Etho struggles to squeeze or push, all of his muscles are just sore. Weak from being overstretched for a few hours too long. Fuck he can feel himself widening around each egg as they come out, a burning stretch around the widest parts of some. He might- he could cum from this. He could if he wasn't locked up.
His head drops back onto the pillow, and Skizz kisses at his neck, whispering, "I've got you," and "you're doing such a good job," until Etho's head goes completely fuzzy again.
After several minutes, Doc paused. Etho blinks questioningly at him. Surely that wasn't it?
"whhhh..." His tongue feels like cotton in his mouth. He glances at Cleo, and then at Skizz, trying to regain his surroundings and clear his head.
"it's alright," Skizz whispers, "he's counting. Gotta see how many more you have left."
Etho mumbles acknowledgement, and sinks back into the bed. It really is soft. This was a nice place... Nice bed. Skizz presses another kiss at his jawline while they wait.
After a moment, Doc nods and stands up. He goes over to Cleo and speaks with her in low tones, pointing to something on her clipboard. Skizz's mouth wanders lower, kissing and sucking at Etho's neck.
"I think he's done for now." Skizz murmurs, "you can sit up if you'd like."
Etho lets out a breathy sigh, still processing the affection, "um. Done?"
Skizz pauses, mouth at Etho's neckline, "gonna wait for your body to work to rest a little lower. Shouldn't be too long."
That's... Disappointing. He'd been hoping... Maybe it was silly of him to hope but- he'd wanted to cum. He thought maybe Doc would uncage him and let him... Maybe- maybe he was just a stupid girl.
"You look upset." Skizz comments, immediately noticing and drawing back to look him in the eyes. "Is there something you want?"
Etho swallows, "I uh," he hesitates, "just wondering... When I'd be able to get the cage off?"
Skizz nods like he had expected this, "I know it can take some getting used to." He says, "do you want to cum?"
Etho nods nervously, "is that okay?"
"Of course, we don't stop the students here from finishing, that would be mean." Skizz says, "besides, we have to make sure they remember what they're giving to others. How can they know just how good they make people feel if they give up cumming all together?"
"I... Guess that makes sense." Etho says. "So can we take the cage off?"
Skizz nods, "right before you go. We can't send it with you cuz you won't have the key. Safety hazard and stuff."
Etho runs a hand over his stomach, now significantly more empty than it had been an hour ago. Then he moved his hand over the cage, sighing at the warm heat his hand provides when he wraps it around himself. He rubs small, longing strokes with his thumb between the metal. Fuck, he's sensitive. He's pretty sure this is the first attention his dick has gotten all day. And he hasn't cum since this morning with Cleo... Fuuuck. He's more pent up than he thought.
Skizz just grins and kisses at his collarbones. His hands wander Etho's skin, caressing his hips and stomach. Oh, his mouth is- oh he's very good at that. Shit. Etho hopes it leaves a bruise.
He's still chasing the edge when Doc comes back, ready to resume their work. Etho has already pushed a few out by himself, just by clenching desperately around them in pursuit of climax.
"ohh, is the pretty doll desperate?" Doc purrs, beginning to tease at Etho's stomach again. "Getting all leaky out of your cage... Fuck, you'll be a beautiful incubator, you know that?"
Etho whimpers in response. Good incubator. His hand shakes as he struggles to chase his own pleasure. Good incubator. Good girl... Getting all bred up...
Doc nudges his arm out of the way as he works, and Etho makes pathetic noise at the sudden lack of friction.
"please..." He whines.
"no no, you're doing perfect." Skizz promises, "you don't need to do that anyway... You're doing so well being Doc's incubator! So useful..."
Etho lets out an unrestrained moan at that comment. Useful. It feels good to be useful... The thought spins in his head like a mantra. It feels good to be useful...
Doc eases another egg through him. He can feel it press against his sensitive places. Fuck, it feels good to be useful...
He doesn't realize that he's open-mouthed drooling until Skizz is praising him for how pretty he is, fucked open and willing to be used and helpful. He suggests Etho help others after he's done helping Doc, and Etho responds by humming pleasantly and blinking. Skizz takes it as a yes.
"Alrighty, almost done..." Doc promises, "just those three little ones that we started with."
He pushes a few fingers inside Etho, fishing around for the smallest eggs. Etho groans as the new intrusion grazes over his overstimulated, sensitive skin. His eyes roll back and Skizz compliments him on that too.
"good girl, good girl, nearby there." Doc assures him.
Etho can feel the last egg sitting right at his entrance. He hates to give it up. To be empty all over again. He wants to keep being useful...
But Doc eases it out and drops it in the bucket, "all done." He says, and gives Etho's inner thigh a nice squeeze to emphasize his point.
Etho whimpers, but doesn't say anything. He can feel himself adjusting to the emptiness. His cock aches. When can he cum?
Doc speaks with Cleo briefly before exiting. Cleo reviews her notes, while Skizz wiggles out from under Etho to clean up the towel and throw a clean blanket over him. Etho sits up, wincing at the friction when his cock scrapes along the blanket.
Skizz then takes the box of slick eggs and carries them out, presumably to clean them. Leaving Etho alone with Cleo.
She sits on the edge of the bed, "you did well."
Etho gives her a nervous smile
"we'll take a few days to process your results, pick out a good class list for you, and then we'll reach out. You should be ready to start within the month." Cleo says.
"that's nice." Etho smiles, "I can't wait."
She nods, "Skizz will get you cleaned up again. There's a bath available if you need it. Dinner, tea, all of that. We'll call an Uber when you're ready to go."
Skizz comes back fairly quickly, food in hand, and Etho lights up. Now that he didn't have eggs crowding his stomach, he was starving.
Cleo laughs, "there he is. Enjoy your meal. Skizz, I'll be in my office."
"sure thing, Clebert." Skizz calls as she leaves. He snuggles up next to Etho again, "soup and bread? It should be easy on the stomach."
"thank you, thank you." Etho says, quickly taking the tray and starting to eat. Skizz smiles fondly at the excitement.
"So." Etho says around a bite of bread, "when-"
"eat first." Skizz says, "then we'll get in a bath."
Etho nods, mouth full of food.
"you know you did a fantastic job? All day." Skizz says, "so pretty, such a good girl. You were so brave to come in and trust us all with you... I promise we'll take good care of you."
Skizz continues these assurances until Etho is finished eating, then he steps out to heat up the bath water. Etho can hear it running nearby.
It's proves very difficult for Etho to walk. He wonders how he even got in here without walking, but the thought is quickly disregarded when Skizz resorts to scooping him up bridal-style and carrying him out of the room.
There is a hall decorated with photos of plants, and a window to a front desk with a few candles. The place smells like cloves and apples. Several open doors lead to rooms similar to Etho's. Skizz takes him into a room labeled "bath" and helps him sit on the edge of the tub.
He leans to turn off the water and dips his hand in the water, presumably to check the temperature, "yeah, that's nice." He says, "okay, let's get these robes off you."
Etho lets him ease them off his shoulders. He tries not to feel embarrassed at being naked again. He's been undressed practically all day, but somehow this is different. He doesn't feel like a sex object with Skizz.
After the bathrobe is hung on the back of the door, Skizz turns back to him. He pulls out a key and kneels in front of Etho.
"now?" Etho asks a little too quickly.
Skizz smiles, starting to unlock the cage, "yup, we've got to get you all clean and this-" Etho groans as the tightness eases, and Skizz draws back with the cage in hand. It actively drips with pre, "-is very not clean."
Etho grips the side of the tub, blinking dizzy up at the low lights. Skizz puts a hand on him to steady him.
"did you want to take care of that now?" Skizz asks gently.
"yes. Yeah. Yes please. Please." Etho whispers.
Skizz steps back to rinse the cage in the nearby sink, "Do you want to do it yourself? I've got some toys you can use. Or I could get one of the students and she could help?"
"A toy sounds nice." Etho murmers.
"Alright, why don't you go ahead and get in the tub, and I'll go grab it." Skizz suggests.
Etho nods, and glances at the water. He pulls one of his legs up on the side of the tub, and slowly dips it into the tub. The water is warm. So sweet and comforting. Etho brings his other leg up and over the edge of the tub so that both of his feet are submerged.
Seeing that Etho needs no help getting into the water, Skizz takes his leave.
Etho slips into the water fully. He lets out a sigh as the warmth washes over his hips and stomach. Fuck, that's nice. The steam fills his lungs, clearing the smell of sex that's been lingering in this throat.
The warmth cradles Etho softly. It soothes the soreness in his heavy limbs.
After a few minutes, Skizz returns holding a flashlight.
"I think you'll like this one," he says, "should be gentle, not too many odd textures. You'll probably be really sensitive."
Etho smiles and takes the toy from him, "Thanks." He takes a look at the deep plastic and the soft, pink lips. Oh, yeah that'll be nice.
"it's got lube in it already, you can use it whenever you'd like." Skizz says, "I've also got some bath bombs and soaps here when you're done. Do you want me to stay here? Or would you like some privacy?"
"uh, some privacy please." He says.
"of course! If you need anything at all, I'm right outside. Give me a shout." Skizz replies, taking the cage from the counter as he leaves.
Etho nods, and then Skizz is gone.
He lets out a deep breath, sinking deeper into the tub. His hands wander his stomach and thighs until he wraps around his cock. It's still stiff, which isn't unsurprising. He's been edged more times than he can count. Desperation is beginning to settle into his body.
He dips the toy under the water and positions it at his tip. Deep breath. And then he glides it down onto himself. Fuuuck. Oh fuck- that's-
He hadn't realized how sensitive he was. So close already. He slowly works it up and down, relishing the slickness and the warmth. The water sloshes gently in the tub and he is swallowed by the silicone. Fuck.
It builds quickly until Etho is groaning, heaving desperate breaths and resisting the urge to buck his hips. He needs- oh, so close-
His legs are shaking, sending ripples through the bathwater. It's so nice and warm and tight, please, pleeease-
Etho throws his head back with a weak noise, wave after wave of climax crashing into him. Fuuuck. He can't breathe. His body is tense, arching into the pleasure. Please, please- pleeease. The suction between the toy and the water is overwhelming. His voice pitches to a needy whine.
When the feeling dies he goes limp in the water, breathing heavily. Fuck.
That was surprisingly good. The best climax of his life maybe. He tilts his head to the ceiling, trying to catch his breath. His whole body is weak, floating weightlessly in the water.
He eases the toy off of him slowly, wincing at the overstimulation. He's still painfully hard, but he doesn't think he has the energy for any more right now. Maybe he'll try for another round when he gets home.
The toy is placed carefully on the floor outside of the tub, trying not to spill any cum into the bathwater. Nearby there is a basket of bath bombs and soup. Etho lazily picks one at random. It immediately fizzles under his wrinkled fingers. He drops it into the water.
He sinks back into the tub as he watches it bubble. It smells like honey and citrus, and it turns the bathwater a soft cream color.
When the feeling comes back to his limbs, he is able to sit up and wash the bubbles over himself. He splashes water in his face, trying to clean off the sweat and drool he knows he's covered in. A washcloth lays on the edge of the tub, and Etho doesn't hesitate to dunk it in the soap. He runs the cloth over his shoulders and stomach, before moving lower and gently working the suds over his inner thighs.
It's quiet, which is nice. Etho feels like he's been surrounded by noise for hours and hours, so it's a calming contrast to only be able to hear the soft fizzle of the bath bomb and the sloshing of the water.
When Etho is sure he's clean and can't find any excuse to stay in the bath longer, he pulls the drain and watches the soap spin downwards. The smell of honey lingers.
Skizz reappears in the doorway, "all done?" He asks.
Etho glances up at him, "yeah."
Skizz approaches him, towel in hand, "alrighty, let's get you all dry, you pretty girly."
He isn't sure how to respond to this, so he just lets Skizz help him out of the tub and wrap him in the soft towel. It's warm, like it just came out of the dryer. Etho appreciates that... Maybe he could help Skizz with something in return... After all, he's only been kind to Etho.
"so clean and nice." Skizz murmurs, "we've washed your clothes, are you ready to get dressed again?"
Etho hesitates. On one hand, yeah. He's ready to go home. Take a nap, maybe take care of his lingeringly arousal... But also, he doesn't want to let go of all this comfort he has. This place makes him feel so good and pretty and... Useful.
"okay." He says at last, "yeah, we can- I'm ready to go."
Skizz nods, "alright, all your things are in your room still. Do you want me to carry you there?"
"No I think I can walk." Etho says. Maybe he can. Maybe.
His limbs feel soft, but he's able to pull the towel around himself and follow Skizz out of the bathroom.
He sinks into the bed as soon as he makes it back to his room. Skizz is laying his clothes out on the bed.
It takes a couple minutes to get dressed. Skizz helps, pulling his shirt over his head for him. When they're all done, Skizz gives him a kiss on the forehead.
"Our pretty girl." He says, "Ready to go? Uber should be here in a minute."
Etho nods, towel still around his shoulders. He hates to go, but he knows he'll be back.
He can't wait for his first day.
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Author's note: well fuck this was longer than I expected. I hope you enjoyed this lil series! Maybe later I'll explore his story more but honestly. The rpf. The rpf is calling. I cannot resist the urge any more.
Edit: here's a clickable link back to the first part for your convenience :)
Edit 2: ...sigh. apparently I can't stay away from them. So. Here's another sequel. Enjoy lol.
Obligatory tag of my inspirations: @insertsuggestedname @the-crow-anon
Etho discovers two things very quickly. First that he hates his new cock cage, and also that he feels like he's going to cum every time he moves.
But he just- he can't. He can feel himself stretched around all of Doc's eggs, (he can feel them shift inside him, pressing against his bladder and stomach and diaphragm, and filling him up so he can only take weak, shallow breaths) and all these sensations keep pushing him to the edge, closer and closer, but never close enough. He just can't finish with the cage locked tight around him.
"Alright Etho," Cleo waves for him to follow her out of the room, "A few more professors for you to see."
Etho barely makes it to the door before his legs are threatening to give out. Every step makes the eggs jostle inside him. Leftover lube drips down the insides of his thighs, mixing with the embarrassing amount of precum that he's currently leaking. He's close, fuck. He needs-
"Need assistance?" Cleo asks, a few paces down the hall.
He shakes his head. He can- he can do this. Cleo's bimbo seems to have no issues skipping down the hall after her. He wonders how full she is (He wonders when the last time that she came was).
He shuffles down the hallway, hands on the rails that are conveniently supplied, probably for this exact reason. Fuck, he can feel-
He takes another step, and one of the eggs presses against his prostate. He lets out a weak sound, griping the railing to stay upright.
Cleo gives him a sympathetic look, "It's alright, sweet. You're not in any hurry" She glances behind them, "The lab is just a few doors down, you can make it."
Etho nods, "I can make it." He echos.
He pulls himself along the rail, legs trembling and breath shallow, until he reaches the doorway Cleo is standing at.
"good girl, I knew you could do it." Cleo grins. She reaches to squeeze his ass, and Etho can feel it inside him, pushing him against the edge again. He groans.
Inside the room are two professors and a jukebox that plays a single low note. The frequency reverberates in Etho's brain, making all his thoughts bump into each other in a confused daze. He blinks slowly around the room.
"Professors Scar and Cub." Cleo introduces, "the head of our hypnosis department is currently occupied, but these two also teach hypnosis classes here, so they'll be taking over for him."
"Hi." Etho says dumbly. Fuck, he's full. The lights are pulsing weirdly in here, what's up with that? What did Cleo say about hypnosis department? He wasn't paying at- fuck he needs to cum -he should really listen better. Why can't he think in a straight line? He hates that fucking sound.
"Etho, I've heard a lot about you." Cub comments, "you designed that clock, didn't you?"
His head is full of sound that makes it hard to make sentences, "Yeah, uh, did. That."
He smirks, "Not so smart anymore I suppose."
"Come, come!" Scar interjects, waving Etho over, "We've been getting the space ready for you. Take a seat, take a seat. Get cozy."
Etho follows his gesture to a corner of the room with a few loveseats. Comfortable looking cushions he could sink into.
He releases the door frame to obey, but immediately his knees give out. Cleo darts forward to catch him before he falls. Her clipboard clatters to the ground, temporarily abandoned.
He feels the eggs inside him get forced out of place and then resettle somewhere new, fuck he's so close. He's so full. Fuck, fuck-
Something warm drips between his legs and onto the floor, but he's not sure if he's leaking pre because of the sudden edge, or if lube is just escaping around his plug.
Cleo helps him stumble to the closest seat. "Are you sure you don't want to remove some?" She murmurs.
"No! No, no, no..." Etho manages around the sensations and the sound, "please no, not yet."
Cleo sighs and turns to Scar and Cub, "She's a little overfull I think. She was very... Enthusiastic with Doc."
Scars cups Etho's face and coos, "Aw, did the kind Professor Doc get you all full? You love it don't you... You love being full..."
Etho stares up at him, his dizzy eyes refusing to focus on the face in front of him. He hums softly in affirmation, which is the only response he can manage at the moment. Something is making it difficult for his disconnected thoughts to get out of his mouth.
Cleo snorts, "yeah, Scar, I don't think you need to convince him of that one." She passes something to Cub that Etho can't see, "Here's the control panel for Doc's toys."
Cub pockets it, "Anything specific to work on?"
Scar runs a hand through Etho's hair, petting and preening him, "so good for us." He murmurs softly, "oh, so nice and full, yeah? Yeah. Are you going to listen nicely for me?"
Etho struggles to focus. He hates that noise. What the fuck is Scar trying to say? Listen so nicely... Fuck, the lights make his eyes hurt. Did they say control panel? Etho glances at Cleo.
"No, no, eyes on me." Scar says carefully, "good girl, eyes here. Ears here. Yeah, listen to my voice."
Cleo flips through her notes, "She's too self-focused, chasing her own pleasure. We definitely need to introduce the service stuff."
She looks over at where Etho is still trying to glance up at her.
"She thinks too much." Cleo sighs, "just- just get all those smart thoughts out of her and I think we'll be good."
Cub nods, "and where is she on pronouns?"
She shrugs, turning the pages in the clipboard, "not sure. She hasn't tried to correct us yet though."
"alright, sounds good."
"Etho, listen to me." Scar is saying. Etho is compelled to look his way, and when his vision focuses he notices Scar's eyes are very blue, glowing soft, alluring colors. "Good girl, eyes here, yeah?"
Scar pulls a hand away from Etho's face to gently caress his tummy. Etho whimpers at the pleasure when the light pressure is applied
"Can I ask you to do something for me?" Scar murmurs, and Etho nods. "I'm going to count. All I want you to do is count with me. Can you do that?"
"mmph." Etho nods again, "yeah. Count."
"Wonderful, wonderful." Scar praises, hands wandering Etho's abdomen. He runs his finger along each bump and bulge in the skin, numbering off each one.
Etho struggles to follow him at first, "One... Two... Hmph, uh... Five..." The feeling of Scar's hands make him lightheaded.
Scar pauses, "Oh, that's okay. We can start again. Come on, you know this..." He moves back to the first bump, "One... Two..."
"One... Two..." Etho echoes, "Three..."
"perfect, just like that. Four... Five..."
Etho continues to count, while Scar whispers assurance to him, "Nothing else matters, just count for me. That's right, nice and obedient."
When they reach ten Scar stops, and Etho goes quiet.
"are you listening to me like a good girl? Are you all cozy and relaxed in your chair?" Scar asks.
"yeah." Etho mumbles.
"take a deep breath for me. Hold it."
Etho does.
"-and release. Good! Let's do that some more. Breath in... Breathe in all these new things you're learning, and out, releasing your old thoughts."
Etho breathes. He thinks about all the eggs inside him. He thinks about how excited he is to have a class with Doc.
"One more, breathe in. Think about all these nice feelings you have. Hold it..."
Etho squeezes around the eggs inside him. Fuck...
"and then release all your silly thoughts and worries. Let them all go."
Etho squeezes around them again, his head feeling strangely quiet and slow. All his thoughts are interrupted by that low tone that is still playing out of the jukebox. Squeeze... Fuck that feels nice. Again.
"Okay Etho, I'm going to pass you off to my nice friend here, okay?" Scar murmurs, "he's going to help you think right."
He nods, mumbling an "okay"
Suddenly Cub is there again, same coaxing blue eyes as Scar. They really are nice...
"Hello, Etho. It's nice to see you here today." Cub says, "I'm going to talk to you about some things, alright? I don't want you to move or say anything unless I make you uncomfortable. If there's an emergency, you are welcome to wake up again. If you understand this, can you blink a few times for me?"
The thought takes a long time to process, but eventually Etho blinks a few times in affirmation. His body feels slow and heavy and full.
"good girl" Cub smiles (Etho doesn't notice him pulling a little remote out of his pocket) "I'm going to tell you about some of our classes, alright? Some things you might like. While I talk you might feel some humming sensations. That's okay, that's normal. Now, I heard you had a nice time with Professor Doc?"
Etho feels something begin to buzz deep inside him. Not startling, but definitely plesent. His eyes flutter closed and he squeezes around the eggs again, relishing the feeling of them inside him. Yeah... Yeah he had a nice time with Professor Doc...
"you liked being all full and useful. A good incubator for your professor..."
The vibrations kick up a notch, and Etho groans. Just the little bit is overwhelming. He's still so close- fuck. The vibrations spur him back to the very edge again, but he still can't cum. His cock is tight and trapped. Etho clenches down around the humming eggs, chasing climax. He just needs- a little more- please, please, oh fuck, pleeease.
The vibrations drop suddenly and Etho opens his eyes, confused tears starting to form. "Whhh..."
"hey, it's alright, quiet." Cub assures, "let's take some deep breaths."
Etho sinks back into the seat, trying to breathe. He was... He had been so...
"Breathe in that feeling of usefulness. Being nice and warm for Doc. You liked that, yeah? Okay and release. Breathe out all your needs and desires for yourself." Cub says slowly, "you're going to learn a lot in your new classes, like how nice it is to be useful."
Etho likes being useful... And full of eggs... Useful incubator. He squeezes again, thinking of how nice it is to be useful.
"you're doing so well, good girl." Cub praises, "you can do better too. Cleo told me how much you like to do better. We'll help you learn everything, okay? You'll be such a good girl, worthy of being used. Can you be a good girl for me right now? I need you to stay really still. Just relax into the feeling..."
The humming inside him resumes, and Etho had to fight with his instinct to squirm.
"doesn't that feel nice? That's what it's like to be useful... It feels so nice to be used by people. To serve them and help them... You like it a lot."
Thoughts of squirming and squeezing begin to quiet. He relaxes into the feeling of... Being useful. Yeah. He likes it a lot.
"you got to serve and help Impulse today, and you really liked that too." Cubs smiles, knowing full well this was what Etho had struggled the most with. It's okay. He would change his mind. "You were so useful for him... Just like you're being useful for Doc. This is what it feels like to be useful and helpful. You like to be helpful. You like to serve."
Etho is totally limp, relaxed completely into the couch and into the vibrations of the eggs inside him. He likes this, he likes how it feels to be useful and helpful. He likes to be helpful. He likes to serve.
"when you have your classes, you'll learn so many good ways to be helpful. Especially with your mouth. You'll be so happy to help people with your mouth, because it feels so nice. It feels like being useful and being useful feels nice."
The eggs begin to pulse in patterns that make Etho breath heavy and urge him to buck his hips and arch his back. But he stays so still, like a heavy blanket is pressed on him, just like Cub asked.
"you feel that? The increase, the pulsing? See how it feels so much better when you give in and obey. Let yourself be useful. I'll tell you how to be useful..."
Yeah... Someone should tell him how to be useful...
"one of the best ways a girl can be useful is with her mouth. Can you open your mouth for me?" Cub prompts.
Etho opens his mouth, and he can hear Scar praising her for it nearby.
Cub continues, "good girl... Relax your face, jaw, yeah. Your tongue should naturally come out when you do this, perfect. You look so pretty..."
A sudden pulse of pleasure inside, pushing Etho back to the edge of his climax. His eyes roll back, and an unrestrained moan escapes his open mouth.
"so good and useful. Our pretty girl..."
The pulse throbs inside him again, pulling another wet sound from his throat. He can feel himself twitching desperately in his cage, but he doesn't move. He's being so good already! Good and pretty and useful... Fuck he loves feeling useful.
"while your mouth is open like this, you can be useful for people. Someone can come and use your mouth-"
Etho can feel something rub along his flat tongue, salty and slick. His eyes can't focus with all the pulsing inside him. Fuuuck.
"-and you'll help them, and you'll feel so good because it feels good to be useful. To help people."
Etho's mouth is suddenly full of cock, pushing slowly in and out between his lips. He moans around it. Fuck, it does feel nice to be useful.
His eyes manage to focus on Scar's figure above him. Hands slip into his hair and he is guided until his whole throat is filled with cock. The vibrations inside him shift again to a quick pulsing pattern, not too strong, but fast. It makes him feel like he's being used. He is being used.
The pulsing syncs with the rhythm that Scar is pulling and pushing his mouth at. Etho struggles to keep a coherent thought inside his head that wasn't about how nice it felt every time his throat was forced down around Scar.
He reaches the edge more times than he can count. Fuck it would be wonderful to cum right now. Or at all. Ever. But he doesn't move to touch himself. His hands are limp like the rest of his body, available to be used but currently unoccupied.
Cub continues to talk him though how nice it feels to be useful, and promises that it's best while they help someone cum. Etho wants to make Scar cum. He wants to be so useful.
Luckily it doesn't take much longer before Scar is breathing heavily and tightening his hands in Etho's hair. His thighs tremble as he continues to rut into Etho's open, willing mouth.
Cub adjusts Etho's settings again, so that each desperate thrust that Scar gives increases the pulsing inside of him. The closer Scar gets to his climax, the more overwhelming the sensation Etho is subjected to. He's so glad he just needs to be limp and open. He wouldn't be able to do anything with all this pleasure breaking him open. He can barely think beyond the cock in his mouth.
Scar gives a final thrust, emptying himself down Etho's throat, and pulling out so it lands on his face as well. He sits there, panting, with his cock softening in front of Etho's face.
Etho is crashing. Something- some feeling -is rolling over him in neverending waves. Not an orgasm, not quite, but still painfully intense. Like his insides are being turned inside out. They're shaking, vibrating, nerve endings on fire until Cub takes pity on him and turns the controls down.
His caged clit has enough precum spilled around it that Etho might as well have just cum. It's burning hot and still fully hard (or as hard as Etho can manage in the cage) and practically begging for attention. Any sort of friction. His poor clit hasn't been touched all day and it's crying from it.
But Etho doesn't move.
He just sits there, eyes rolled back, jaw totally slack, tongue out and dripping drool and cum onto his chest.
He sits and waits, unable to form any thoughts.
...
Etho doesn't remember much of his hypnosis.
He's told this is normal, he was actually commanded to forget it during the session, and that he doesn't need to worry his pretty head over it. He scored just fine.
He wakes up still full. But quiet.
No humming eggs inside him. No single tone that numbs this brain. Just stillness.
He's in a queen sized bed, decorated with an abundance of pillows, soft blankets, and several plushies. There's a window nearby with plants on the ledge. It's soft and welcoming, and honestly Etho would be perfectly happy to fall right back asleep.
That's when someone entered the room from the side door, and Etho turns to see them.
"Etho, it's nice to see you awake." The person chimes.
He squints at their name tag. Aftercare nurse: Skizzleman. Weird fucking name, okay.
"hi?" He tries, but his voice barely comes out. That's... Weird. He could talk just fine after his test with Impulse... Is this just a delayed response?
He's handed a cup of tea, "for your throat." The nurse says, "I'm Skizz, I'll be your aftercare nurse this evening. If you need any, just give me a holler!" Skizz beams at him.
Etho sips the cup slowly, "Thank you, sir" he murmurs.
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Author's note: I was so nervous to write this one, ngl. The hypnosis was intimidating. But! I think I'm satisfied with where I landed! Next up we're doing aftercare and Doc is coming back for egg laying. I think that'll be the last part lol
Part three of Etho's placement test, in which Etho learns something new about himself (Breeding kink. Egg kink. Yum)
Shout out to @the-crow-anon who helped me brainstorm. Also to @insertsuggestedname I love ya both! <3
Etho is still trying to catch his breath as Cleo leads him down the hallway again, alongside the bimbo student that had been entertaining her. They make a few turns that bring them away from the professor's offices and to the classrooms and labs.
One of the rooms that Etho glaces into is a lecture hall. The projector is casting an animated spiral onto the whiteboard, while the professor sits nearby and whispers something into a microphone. The students all seem enraptured by the lesson.
"Come on, let's not get distracted." Cleo snaps her fingers at him a few times until he drags his gaze back to her.
Etho hurries back to her side, "Sorry, sir." He mumbles.
She gives him a soft smile, "you're already such a slut. Pay attention. This way."
He follows, self-consciously wiping cum off his chin.
Etho is brought to a lab where Doc waits for him. The room has a few beds pushed against the wall, which kind of reminds Etho of a hospital, but then he sees the restraints which are very much NOT like a hospital.
Doc is someone Etho only knows by reputation. He was well known in the science community (although some members of the community find his recent sex obsession very... Distasteful.) Etho had hoped to meet Doc under different circumstances. Or literally any other circumstance than standing naked and full of silicone with cum dripping from his face and pre smeared on his thighs.
But Doc seemed very pleased to see him, so Etho supposed it wasn't too bad. Doc was eyeing him up and down with a calculating look on his face like he was trying to measure exactly how far he could push Etho's body.
"Pick a bed." Cleo says, settling on a nearby chair and flipping to a new page on her clipboard. Her bimbo very eagerly seats herself on the floor between her feet. Her little wings flutter excitedly at the thought of continuing her work.
Etho glances around the room again. Doc is a nearby desk, calculating something on a piece of scratch paper. A pink shulker box sits on the floor next to him. Etho slowly makes his way to the closest bed and climbs into it.
Doc finally addresses him, "Etho. I have you down as about six foot two, is that correct?" He glances up from the scratch paper.
"Yeah." Etho says. Doc frowns and narrows his eyes at the paper. Noticing the negative reaction, Etho clears his throat and tries again, "Yes, sir."
Doc nods once, makes a note on his paper, and eyes the nearby shulker box, "Cleo do we have another box? Lizzie borrowed a few out of this one for Joel and I'm more sure if we have enough now."
Cleo rolls her eyes, "I keep telling the fiance department we need to invest in another batch since you keep..." She makes a face, "permanently lending them to your favorite students."
When Doc only answers by huffing, Cleo taps her bimbo and quietly asks, "Gri? Sweet? Can you go to my office and get the other box? It's red and it's got a nice neat label on it just for you, so you shouldn't get confused, m'kay?"
"yes sir!" She chimes back.
While she's headed out the door, Doc approaches Etho, "we can go ahead and start with what we've got."
He prods at Etho's knees with his pen until Etho spreads his legs. Doc takes a long look at Etho's cock and the way he squeezes nervously around the toy inside him. He tilts his head like he's reading something on the base of the toy, then turns to make another note. Etho can hear him counting under his breath.
"Is this the biggest she's taken today?" Doc asks Cleo.
She shakes her head, "no, she did another two sizes up. Made her finish pretty quickly so I don't think she's acclimated to that size."
Etho squirms. He's patient, he is. But he can't even figure out what this next part of his assessment is. Doc has something, several somethings, in his shulker box, but Etho is so dazed and horny he can't think straight enough to figure it out. He just wants to be told what to do.
He would say that he doesn't like it when they talk about him like he's not here, but that's not totally true. Something inside him heats up at the thought of being so subhuman that people just talk above him and about him like he can't hear.
Doc nods once and looks up at Etho, "Alright, let's get you settled. Lay down."
Etho does. He also brings his hands up to the top of the bed next to the restraints so he would be nice and easy to tie down.
"Aw, she's already trained." Doc comments to Cleo. He straps in one of Etho's wrists, leaning over to admire him, "what a good girl." He purrs, "you'll do so well. Maybe we won't even have to restrain your legs... We'll see."
A weak sigh escapes Etho at the praise. Fuck. Good girl. Yeah. He relaxes into the mattress.
Doc circles the bed to fasten his other wrist, and then goes back to his shulker box. Etho can hear it open, and Doc pull several items out. Now that he has no way out, the nerves are starting to kick in. He takes a few breaths and pulls on one of the straps, just to test the tightness.
Cleo makes a disapproving noise and makes a note.
"Alright girl, let's get you started with something small. Ease you in. It's not too bad." Doc assures him.
Etho feels the toy, which had been sitting heavy inside him since he'd been in Cleo's office, slide gently out of him. Doc rubs his thumb along his rim, analyzing the way Etho gapes. Etho squeezes around air and Doc makes a pleasant noise.
Doc fumbles with something he can't see, and then Etho feels it pushing against his entrance. It's slick with lube, cool and wet. He can feel himself close around it. It's not any sort of toy he's ever used before...
"Hmm?" Etho lifts his head, wrists pulling at the restraints again. "what are you...?" He is caught off guard by Doc pushing something else in him and he falls back into the mattress, breathless.
Doc hums. They're round... Not quiet round? Heavy for their size. Etho can't figure out what's happening. A third one is eased inside, pushing the first two deeper.
"Doc, wha-" he swallows, trying to catch his breath. He's not thinking straight. All he can manage is a weak, "Huh?"
Luckily Doc takes pity on him and murmurs, "you want to see the next one?"
Etho nods, "please. What's happening?"
Doc paces around to Etho's head, holding something circular and baby blue, "this one is nice and textured for you..." He holds it up to Etho so he can get a better look.
It's an egg, or at least vaguely egg shaped. It's got little waves in the texture, starting at the tip and moving down to the base. Doc squeezes it once in demonstration, and it gives a satisfying squish under his palm.
"Egg?" Etho says, processing the information slowly as Doc resumes his work.
"We're gonna fill you up so good..." Doc promises, gently lubing the new egg. He presses it against Etho's hole, "...gonna breed you."
Breed? -Oh fuck, that's bigger than the others. He's gonna breed- fuck. Oh fuck.
Doc eases the egg inside him completely. Etho groans. Doc rubs his thumb along Etho's inner thigh sympathetically, "Aw, baby. You're hard already? You're going to make a mess of the workspace if you keep leaking like that."
Etho lets out another noise at that. Fuck, he's hard. Breed. Gonna be filled up. Fuck, he's so dizzy. What- He can hear Doc prepping a fourth egg. Fifth? Fuck, he can't count.
Doc works this one in slowly. It's another size increase. How big were they going to get? How many- the whole box? Etho wants- Fuck, he needs- he needs all of them. He needs to feel them deep inside him.
"Come on, girl. You've got this." Doc says, pushing the last of it in with his thumb and pulling a whine from Etho.
Etho can feel them all shift inside him. He's not at his limit yet, he knows. He wonders how many he can take. He knows that someone is counting each and every one that he's filled with, Doc or Cleo or someone that's not him. Someone who can count higher than three.
"please... Doc please." Etho whines. He squirms, trying to give Doc a better angle.
Doc makes a disappointed noise, "you can't be full already, Etho." He sighs, retrieving another egg from the box, "we just started. I know you have so much more space in you."
Etho drops his head back, "No, no, don't-"
He is quickly silenced by Doc pushing another egg into him, forcing all the previous eggs to shift inside him. Fuuuck.
"See, I told you it would fit." Doc purrs, leaning over Etho again to look him in the eye, "I know you think you know, you think you're full..."
Etho stares up at Doc, lightheaded, "I didn't mean-"
Doc presses a little kiss at his jawline, "I promise," he says, voice low, "I know better than you. A lot of stupid girls think they're full, and they're not. You can fit more, I know."
Fuck, Etho might come from that.
"Pleeease..." He begs.
Doc runs his hand over Etho's stomach, "look at your cute littlr tummy... it's flat." He says, "proof you're not full yet."
He draws back to pick out another egg, "you'll be bred so full." Doc promises, "you won't even be able to think. Just eggs. Just me and my eggs all inside you..."
Etho can feel him press another egg against his entrance. He can't think. Fuck. Breed. Breed. Eggs. Fuck, lightheaded. He's gonna be so full. Bred up so nice.
As he stretches around the widest part of the egg, he can hear Doc cooing at him. "Nice and easy, good girl. Good girl-"
And that's when Etho passes out.
...
He comes back to reality with Doc standing over him. Etho blinks, confused, and looks down to where he can feel Doc caressing his stomach.
Fuuuck.
Etho drops his head back, groaning. Doc bends to press a kiss to his swollen stomach. He's so full. Under the curve of his abdomen, Etho can see his cock, caged. Doc runs his hands over each bulge, counting each egg he had been filled with. Etho can feel the pressure of them tight against his inner walls. Fuck. He's so-
He bucks his hip weakly, "please..." He whines.
"you're doing so well." Doc praises, "good, hot incubator for all my eggs." He drops his voice, "warm and wet and receptive... You'll be able to hold so many more once I train you properly too. Fuck, Cleo. We're keeping this one.
Etho's dick twitches at this, aching for friction. He blinks, dizzy, up at Doc. He can't even breathe without feeling the eggs shift inside him.
"I can do more." He blurts without thinking.
Doc gives him a surprised look, "The fuck?"
Etho squirms and pulls on his restraint, "please, I can- I can do... Breed me full. Please, Doc. Pleeease." He needs more. He needs to cum from it. Fuck, he needs-
Doc frowns and circles around to take a closer look, mumbling to himself, "no, she must have hit her head on the headboard. She's not thinking right."
Doc gently eased out a plug that had been keeping Etho closed. Immediately, three eggs come tumbling out. Etho whimpers at the loss.
Doc places one hand on Etho's stomach, feeling the tension, while he eases the last three eggs back inside.
The feeling is overwhelming. A loud whine is pulled from him as his body is forced to it's limits again. Etho relishes each sensation. The stretch, the squeeze, the shifting of every other egg as they're forced deep inside him. Fuck. Fuck- close-
Doc presses his thumb inside, testing... Something. Resistance or space or something. Etho doesn't really care anymore. He just needs it inside him.
"No." Doc decides, glancing at Cleo, "she's definitely full. I don't want to cause injury... A respawn would be. Inconvenient."
Cleo nods, "she's not enrolled yet, you can't hurt her. I'm not getting sued today."
Etho starts to cry, "no please! I can, I can! Fuck- Doc I promise- good- I'll be good! Good girl..." He whines desperately.
Doc shakes his head and pressed the plug back inside Etho, "No, you're done."
No! Please, please, not yet! He wasn't even conscious for most of them! He- he needs-
Etho yanks on the restraints, and the sudden movement makes everything inside him bump together. Fuck.
Doc comes back and starts to undo the straps, "you'll hold these for the last portion of the test." He explains, "after you're done, you can come back here and I'll help you lay them."
Etho feels lightheaded. Lay. Breed. Eggs. Fuck, why is he so turned on? "Please." He begs, as Doc circles the bed to release his other wrist.
"No." Doc says firmly, "I appreciate the enthusiasm, but you need to be able to move and breathe. Plus you don't want to get hurt."
Etho sits up as soon as he's able, making everything inside him shift again. Oh fuck, nausea-
He groans weakly, holding his stomach. Fuck. Fuck, he's gonna throw up. He takes a couple shallow breaths, fighting the feeling.
Doc nods, "that's normal. You should be on an empty stomach right now, so it shouldn't be too bad. If it continues to bother you, we can remove a few eggs to ease the pressure-"
"No!" Etho gasps, "No. No, I'm fine. Keep them in."
"Right." Doc puts the lid back on the shulker box and turns to Cleo, "anything else or do we take him to the last place?"
Cleo is preoccupied with a bimbo between her thighs, eating her out like it's the last meal she's allowed. But Cleo pulls the student off her for a moment to say, "make sure he can stand without passing out, then yeah. I'll take him to the last place."
Author's note: me and Crow talked about a few ideas for this segment, including a machine that does all the hard work for Doc and fucks Etho full of eggs all by itself! Modeled after Doc's own dick, yay! But I thought maybe that would be too violent for Etho's first time so we're gonna put a pin in that for later :3
Part two of Etho's testing because why not (did you miss part one? Clickable link!)
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Etho follows Cleo down the hallway, naked and half-hard with his insides stretched around a slick toy. Fuck. He's in public like this. anyone could glance down the hallway and see this.
So despite how his legs are shaking, he hurries as quickly as he can after Cleo.
It doesn't take long before she's ducking into another classroom. Etho follows her into the space where he sees Impulse and one of the students, Relived to be out of the hall. He wasn't one for unnecessary exhibitionism. For a purpose? To record and study? Yes, absolutely. But he's not a fan of standing vulnerable in a random hallway.
His train of thought is interrupted by the bimbo (who was previously at Impulse's side, squirming and eyeing his clothed crotch with need) scrambling over to Etho and kneeling on the floor. She looks up at his dick with big pleading eyes, panting open-mouthed.
Etho glances at Cleo, who just sighs and lifts the student to her feet again by her bra strap.
"You'll be with me for now, Gri." Cleo says to her. The student gives Etho's dick one more pleading look before she's at Cleo's side obediently.
Impulse smiles at Etho, "it's nice to see you."
Etho flushes, releasing that he's totally undressed in front of his friend. He should get used to this. It'll be common once he's officially enrolled in classes here. The thought makes his blood rush downstairs. All this attention is making him hard again.
"Hey Impulse." He manages, "Are you, uh, helping with my placement test?"
Impulse smirks, "something like that."
Before Etho can ask what that means, Impulse is undoing his belt and unbuttoning in his jeans.
He nods to the floor in front of him, "kneel."
Oh, oral. Okay, Etho knows how to do this. In theory. He's definitely seen enough porn, it doesn't seem too difficult. Tuck your teeth behind your lips, hollow the cheeks, occupy your tongue with the underside. Suck and bob. Easy. Etho can do this. He's not forgetting anything, is he?
He's on his knees before he can think, breathing heavy between Impulses legs.
Cleo murmurs softly to the bimbo, "Sweet, go get Etho a pillow for her knees."
Fuck. Her.
He feels lightheaded. Her. That's Etho. Fuck. He clenches around the toy inside him, feeling leftover lube drip down his thighs. Impulse pulls himself out of his jeans and Etho stares at it, totally dazed.
The student comes back quickly with a pillow and helps Etho situate it under his knees. Her knees. Fuck. Etho thinks he might pass out.
Impulse runs a hand through Etho's hair gently, "Alright Etho," he says softly, "give me your best."
Etho takes a few deep breaths, licking his lips and trying to prompt his mouth to salivate. He wishes he had water, because his throat is dry from the nerves.
He kisses the tip once, before sliding it into his mouth. It's bigger than he had expected. That's okay, he knows how to do this. Careful with your teeth.
On instinct he tries to swallow his nervousness and he gags. Tears sting in his eyes. Fuck. He forces himself to not draw off, instead drawing thick, slow breaths through his nose as he tries to regain his composure.
Impulse brushes his thumb over Etho's hairline sympathetically. Etho takes one more deep breath before resuming his planned movement around Impulse. His skin is hot and slick, and Etho is grateful that there's enough liquid between the two of them. He doesn't want to scrap Impulse along the back of this throat. He should just be hot and wet, Etho can do that. Just hot and wet.
He bobs his head methodically, using most of his willpower to not gag again every time he pushes deeper. He can feel drool drip down his chin.
Impulse is breathing heavily, which must mean that Etho is doing well. He drags his tongue along Impulse's underside, drawing a small moan from him.
Etho looks up for any other reactions. Is he close? Fuck, he's never done this before. What is he supposed to do when Impulse is close... He. He hasn't been able to take him all the way to the base yet, but. That would be nice. Impressive. Maybe get him higher marks on his placement test. Oh and swallow, Etho should swallow too.
He rests his hands on Impulse's inner thighs, pushing them apart to get a better angle. He knows he can do better than this.
Etho dips down again, tightening his throat around Impulse. He can't bring himself to swallow yet. If he chokes he'll look stupid and amateur. He needs to wait until the last minute to swallow him down so that he can draw off afterwards.
Oh fuck, wait, bimbo's aren't supposed to think this much. He should just do it. Maybe. Maybe he can swallow without gagging.
He pushes his head down as far as he can manage- more reckless than he's willing to admit -until he bottoms out, holding Impulse completely in his mouth. Fuck. You can do this Etho.
He swallows, praying that he doesn't gag.
Impulse lets out a low noise, tightening his grip in Etho's hair and holding him there. Etho chokes and coughs around him, unable to pull off. Fuck. Fuck. He can't breathe.
"Swallow again." Impulse breathes.
Etho lets out a whine, tears reappearing in his eyes. He can't breathe. Fuck, he can't. Can't breathe. Can't think.
"Just obey. The pain will go away if you obey."
Etho flinches at the voice, making him gag again. Tears roll down his cheeks. Fuck, he can't breathe. Who was that?
Impulse pulls him closer until Etho is choking into his pubic hair, "Swallow for me like a good girl." He whispers, heavy and low.
Etho's oxygen deprived brain takes a moment to process the command, before he is struggling to work his throat around Impulse's cock. Fuck, it hurts. It hurts to swallow.
When he manages it, and Impulse finally lets go of his grip on his skull, Etho pulls away for a gasp of air. He can't breathe. Fuck. Tears are rolling down his cheeks as he heaves for air. His head spins wildly.
Good girl.
Swallow for me like a good girl.
Fuuuck.
Etho steadies himself, hands on Impulse's thighs. He leans his head into Impulse's hands, no strength to hold it up himself. Impulse waits for him to continue on his own, but Etho can tell he's frustrated with the interruption.
"Sorry." Etho manages weakly. "I can do better."
Impulse rubs the tears from Etho's cheeks quietly, waiting for him to prove it.
Etho glances at Cleo, who is watching carefully nearby. She's writing on a clipboard. Between her legs the bimbo has her face buried between Cleo's legs, presumably with her mouth just as occupied as Etho's.
Cleo looks up at him, smiling, "Just obey, dear. It'll hurt a lot less in the long run."
Okay. Okay, Etho can do this. Obey. Yeah.
He takes Impulse down again, boldly this time. He resumes where he left off, licking and sucking gently down his length. His tongue circles the tip before he is pushing down again.
Impulse doesn't hold him down again, but Etho knows now that he likes it when he holds at the base. He lowers himself as far as he can without fear of choking again and waits a beat. Impulse makes a confused noise, before he groans at the way Etho swallows around him. Etho pulls away again, breathing through his nose before he continues his movement.
Impulse turns his head to Cleo and mouths something that Etho doesn't catch. He can hear Cleo scratching away on the clipboard.
Etho sucks gently on the tip, eyes darting over to analyze Cleo. She was pleased with this, right? Yeah. He was doing well. He twirls his tongue around Impulse in a way that he's sure feels amateur, but it's the best he knows how to do. Then he swallows, relishing the way Impulse's breath hitches and his legs begin to shake.
Close. Good. Etho's made up for his previous mistake. Hopefully he doesn't have too many more mistakes before the end of the test...
When he's sure Impulses is right on the edge, Etho pushes himself all the way down, breathing in the scent of his sweat and heat, before forcing himself to swallow one more time. Fuck it stings.
Etho gags suddenly on the liquid that fills his mouth. Fuck, he didn't think this far. He sputters around Impulse's cock, trying valiantly to keep the heat of his mouth around him until he was completely finished.
Impulse lifts him off gently, and Etho coughs harshly. His lungs feel sticky. He quickly pushes himself away and bends over to cough again. He spits on to the floor, which was already wet and sticky from what he hadn't managed to swallow (or inhale apparently).
He looks up at Impulse weakly. Impulse just gives him a soft smile, seemingly admiring the way Etho is dripping his cum from his lips and nose, and his tear streaked face and wet eyes, and his general fucked-out expression, and the way his still-hard cock dribbles precum pathetically.
Etho pants for breath, hazy eyes glancing between Impulse and Cleo.
"Adequate." Cleo comments, signing off the page. She tucks the clipboard under her arm and glances at Impulse, "She'll need obedience training."
Impulse nods, still breathless, "Quick learner." He says, "smart."
Cleo rolls her eyes, "you know smart doesn't carry over much after the hypnosis."
Etho feels heat flood him, listening to them talk about him like he wasn't sitting on the floor directly in front of them. He squirms, feeling the shape of the toy that still sits inside him. They talk about him like an animal. A disobedient pup. Fuck, he's so hard.
"Alright Etho." Cleo says. Etho looks up at her immediately. "You've got decent marks so far. Half way done."
Etho nods, "thank you."
"Well get off the floor." She demands, "We need to take you to Doc."
