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"username": "draconicon", "views": "93", "writing": "[b][u][center]Sucked Into Another Self\nPart 4\nFor Harute11\nBy Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nDanny. 55. Toy. \n\nThree names. Two people. One body. \n\nAnd that body was…rather disassembled at the moment. His head was in a bank, his hands were on Diz’s arms like gloves, and the rest of him – \n\n“Mmm…mmm…”\n\nThe rest of him was back in the apartment, worn, groped, held by Doll. He could feel his old friend, his previous plaything, writhing about and rubbing his chest, his hips, his ass, his nulged crotch. It was right there, and at the same time, it was so far away. \n\nBecause he was also in the bank. His head and hands in one place, his body in another, and the split was almost impossible to think through. He kept trying to figure out where he really was, which was a dream, which was not, which was him, which was 55 – \n\nBut it was all true. \n\nIt was all real. \n\nAnd he was no longer his own person. \n\n“And to be sure, you genuinely want to sign all of this over to someone else?” the banker, a short, squat raccoon, asked as he looked up from the documents. “Every asset, every bit of property. You want this signed over to…Aspen Gray and Diz Elkin?” \n\n“Yes, sir,” ‘Danny’ said as Diz talked behind the ‘hood’ of his face. “I’ve decided to put everything I have in their trust.”\n\n“That is your right, sir, but you do realize that, if you do this, the only way that you’ll get anything back is by going through the courts? And that they will not be sympathetic to you having a change of heart without heavy evidence of abuse on the part of your new partners?”\n\nDanny felt a shiver running down his spine in the distance. It was barely more than a tingle for him, but at the same time, he could feel Diz stiffening up from the new sensation. Their minds were linked together; it was the only way that the rubber bat could control and use his face as well as he did, but at the same time, it meant that Diz could feel everything that happened to his body. \n\nGroping, Diz could handle. Much more than that – \n\nDanny and 55 were yanked back to their body, their thoughts leaving the bank and focusing on the feeling of delicate hands rubbing over their chest. It was so familiar, as it should be. Doll’s hands had done that so many times before he’d lost it. Doll had been so sensual, so caring, so giving, so needy, and it had never been shy about feeling him up and rubbing him down. \n\nThis was right. \n\nThis was good. \n\nExcept that it was touching him in a different way, from inside. He had become the – \n\n[i]Toy. \n\nObject.\n\nFurniture.[/i]\n\nThe plaything of the rest of the house, and that included Doll to some extent. It probably didn’t think of it that way, but he did. And so did 55. \n\n[i]We are becoming. \n\nI am still…still me. \n\nWe are bound. We like it. \n\nYou like it. \n\nAnd so do you. \n\nI – yes. \n\nWe should be the same. Why don’t you want to be me? As I am you?\n\nBecause…I am still me…[/i]\n\nAnd that was one thing that he would hold onto to the nth degree. He might become the passenger in the body rather than the one calling the shots. He might be the one that saw everything and did nothing, a collection of thoughts without a body to call his own, but he would still remain himself rather than folding into something else. \n\nIt was better to be a passenger than to be merged and – \n\n“Well, if you’re sure.”\n\nThey were back in the bank. Diz, Danny, and 55 all looked down at the papers as the raccoon slid them across the desk. Diz reached out for a pen – Danny felt that, felt every detail from the slightly-sunken letters to the metal clip at the top to the click as Diz used his fingers to make the tip come out – and watched as his name was scrawled across the proper lines. \n\n“Here, here, and here,” the raccoon said, tapping different spots with another pen. “Make sure that you sign legibly.”\n\n“Yes, yes, I know,” ‘Danny’ said. \n\n“I can’t imagine what prompted you to do this.”\n\n“It’s a personal thing.”\n\n“Must be very personal. It’s very sudden.”\n\n“What can I say? Life changes fast.”\n\nHe could agree with that. They could all agree with that. \n\nThe papers were filled out in record time, and Danny could feel a bit of Diz’s thoughts in turn. He could feel the satisfaction, the cruel smirk behind the mask, the ecstasy that came with breaking him down. \n\nAfter all, what else could Danny do? No money, no house, nothing. Even if he was able to get out of the timersuit – \n\n[i]It is part of you now. Just like it is part of me. \n\nThe body is yours. Not the mind. \n\nThe body is shared. \n\nThe mind is not. \n\nBut it is linked.[/i]\n\nAnother thing that he couldn’t deny. Even if he was in charge of his own thoughts – and that was debatable, with everything that Diz and Aspen had done to him, with the hours of hypnosis and everything else – he wasn’t alone. He was linked to 55 mentally, even if they weren’t the same being, and their body…their body was shared, almost bound to the timersuit now, melded to it in a way that he had never been to anything else. He was no longer sure that the suit could be permanently removed. \n\nAnd even if it could…he was sure that he’d carry 55 for the rest of his life. \n\nScritch.\n\nScratch. \n\nAnd with no further ado, the papers were filled out. The raccoon stood up, carrying them to the back of the bank while Diz remained in his seat. \n\n[i]I’ve lost. \n\nYou’ve become your real self. \n\n…I have.[/i]\n\nNo more action without being told. No more taking charge. All he had to do was follow orders like a good little toy. He had learned how to do that already, and it was…\n\nWell, it was quieter, safer, more comfortable than trying to figure his life out on his own. At least this way, he was able to be sure that he was doing good enough. Good enough for him, at least. The masters had to be the ones to take the fall if something went wrong, and that meant that he was safe. \n\nSafer. \n\nSafe enough. \n\nAnother flip. He was back with their shared body now. Their arms were behind their back, something rubbing against their ass. Fingers? No, something warmer, thicker – \n\nAspen. \n\nDiz sat straight up in his chair as the first thrust rammed in. It wasn’t happening to the bat, but Danny – \n\n[i]Ah!\n\nMmmm!\n\nYessssss![/i]\n\nProgramming and pleasure mixed together, becoming one and the same as the wolfhound fucked his ass back at the apartment. His rubbery body flexed, becoming a channel for his hole and Doll’s to be fucked at the same time. They were both getting used, both getting fucked and holy shit it felt good to have Aspen inside of him again. He could feel – distantly, but genuinely – Doll’s connection to it, too, a shared pleasure between it and him, the feeling of two prostates getting hammered at the same time, the rippling rebound effect of both getting fucked and being used as a condom for someone to fuck someone else, and – \n\nAnd it was rippling out from him to Diz. The bat shivered in his chair, crossing his arms and legs at the same time, and despite the situation, Danny felt some small sense of smugness that the embarrassment was leaking through to the bat. \n\n#\n\n[i]You son of a bitch. You couldn’t have waited to do this?[/i]\n\nDiz gritted his teeth as another ghostly thrust rammed up ‘his’ ass. If it wasn’t for the fact that he was in public, he would have ripped the Dalmatian hood off his face and forgotten about it. The only reason he felt the thrusting was because he was connected to Danny; without the hood, he wouldn’t feel a damn thing. \n\nThrust. \n\nThrust. \n\nThrust. \n\nHe clenched his jaw tighter as he felt the ghostly pressure of Aspen’s dick inside ‘his’ ass. It wasn’t really, not even slightly (and good thing, because it was big enough that the lack of lube for his actual hole would have made that [i]very[/i] painful) but the echoing pleasure from the mental link – \n\nPOP!\n\n“Fffffffuck,” he hissed into his shoulder, barely biting off the growl that came with the word. “You…mmmph…”\n\nAspen was up to knotting. Why the hell was he knotting the armless, headless toy back at the apartment?\n\nIt took him all of two seconds to reason through that. Doll must have been wearing the rest of the toy, which meant that they were probably going to be getting it on hotter and harder the longer that he was out of the apartment. \n\nFuck. \n\nFuck. \n\nFuck. \n\nDiz held himself as still as he could, glad that the hood was keeping the worst of the ridiculous expressions off his face as he stared straight ahead. Oh, the fucking was just a ghostly thing compared to what it could be, but at the same time, it was still incredibly distracting to feel like his partner’s cock was rubbing against his prostate right now, or that his rim was getting pulled open by a knot that he was not ready for, or any of the other little feelings that were echoing through the mask-brain to him. \n\nBig, big, big downside of this stupid thing. He should have known that Aspen would pull something like this. \n\nThe raccoon returned after a few too-long minutes, the various bits of legal paperwork folded into an envelope. \n\n“This is your copy –”\n\n“Thanks,” he said, taking it quickly. \n\n“Don’t you need to –”\n\n“Nope.”\n\nHe all but ran out of the bank, barely keeping his steps even and – at times – barely keeping his knees from knocking as he felt Aspen pick up the pace. He hoped against hope that the parking lot would be empty and he could yank off the hood as soon as he reached the car, but no. It was the lunch rush, and that meant that everyone was out and about and doing their own thing and – \n\nToo many witnesses to risk it. Too many people that might see him whipping off a face and showing a different one. \n\nHe sat in the driver’s seat, barely aware of a background hum from the Dalmatian. The little slut was thinking, still, which wasn’t a bad thing, but – \n\nPOP! POP! POP!\n\n“FUCK!”\n\nHe punched the steering wheel, barely keeping a whimper from escaping his lips as he moaned from the hard knot-fucking. Oh, there was no way that he was getting home before this was done. Fucking – mmmph. \n\nHe leaned his head against the wheel, focusing on breathing as Aspen kept rutting away back home. As soon as this was done, as soon as the wolfhound had finished fucking and cum, he was going to drive like a maniac to get back. He’d have just enough time, he hoped, but still – \n\nRight on the prostate. His cock oozed into the crotch of his pants as the rolling, heavy bulge of that knot rubbed against the toy’s prostate way back at the apartment and he got at least half the sensation. \n\nGod. \n\nFucking. \n\nDamn. \n\nHis partner. \n\n#\n\nAspen was knot-deep in Doll’s hole, still relaxing and waiting for it to come down, when the door clicked open. He smiled despite himself, shaking his head as he heard the stomping footsteps coming down the hall. \n\n“All the paperwork filed?” he called out. \n\n“You – mmmph!”\n\nThe soft peel-and-pop sound of the hood coming off was followed by the familiar brown-furred face of Diz poking around the bedroom corner. Danny’s limp head hung like folded rubber from his hand, flopping about as Diz gestured at him. \n\n“You son of a bitch. Do you know how hard it was to think while you were fucking those sluts?”\n\n“Pretty hard, I imagine,” Aspen said, leaning back with his legs spread. “Doll was moaning quite happily.”\n\n“Doll – wait.” Diz blinked. “Both of them?”\n\n“Mmm-hmm.”\n\n“…Wait. Wait, does that mean that Doll is –”\n\n“I thought it would be a good time to experiment and find out,” he said, smiling to himself as he ran a finger down the drone’s back. “After all, Danny turned modular. And whether it was the suit or just him being a rubber-fur, there was the possibility that we might turn this one modular, as well.”\n\n“…Well…That’s an interesting experiment – but you didn’t have to do it while I was at the bank! What if I’d been driving, instead?”\n\n“Then I trust you enough to know to get off the road and not drive until I was done. Frankly, I’m surprised you’d even consider it.”\n\n“…”\n\n“And besides, I knew where you were.”\n\nGrunting, he leaned to his right until he could reach for the nightstand. Pulling his cellphone off the top, he tapped the screen a few times, bringing up a tracking up before turning it around. \n\n“I make sure that I keep track of where our toys are, after all.”\n\n“…You were tracking me?”\n\n“More specifically, Danny’s head,” Aspen said, nodding at the rubber hood in the bat’s hand. “I figured that it would be fairly close to you at any given point, and if it was in motion, then you were, too. Once you were seated, I thought it was fine to get started.”\n\nHe loved the way that Diz looked so flustered and frustrated at the same time. For all that they were switches, trading off with one another as to who was in charge at any given point, Aspen made sure that there was a certain…pecking order between them. He would submit, yes, but he wanted to make sure that Diz always understood that there was a difference between them. When it came to the person in charge of the house, there could be only one. \n\nHe rolled his hips back, the kneeling slut remaining quite still as he worked his knot further and further out. The rubber pucker stretched around the bulge until – \n\nPOP!\n\nOut of the corner of his eye, he saw Diz hunch his shoulders. Seemed that the transference still happened with just the gloves. Worth knowing. \n\n“Do you want a turn?”\n\n“Not…not yet,” Diz said, shaking his head. “First, I want to shower. And then…”\n\n“Hmm?”\n\n“I want to find out if Doll is actually modular now.”\n\n“Yes. You do that,” Aspen said. “For now, however, I’m going to pull it out; they’ll be separate and ready by the time you get out of the shower.”\n\nThe bat turned to leave – \n\n“Drop the head before you go.”\n\n“Oh. Right.”\n\n“And gloves.”\n\n“…I genuinely almost forgot that,” Diz said, looking down at his spotted hands. “Okay, we might want to remember that. It’s easy to forget that you’re wearing these people. Might be a little dangerous in future.”\n\n“Noted. Now strip and shower, Diz.”\n\n“Heh. Yes, sir.”\n\nThe bat was soon naked, and gone, and the pieces had been left behind. The wolfhound picked them off the floor, gently folding them and putting them on the bed. He turned back to the suit and Doll, shaking his head. \n\n“This experiment is getting more and more interesting…”\n\nDoll had once been more of a canid, arctic and icy, but now? Now, it was nothing but a drone, a simple black-latex toy with pink highlights and a whimpering voice that echoed whenever it was used. It gave itself up to anything and everything, and normally, it looked like the femmiest of femboys while still keeping the faintest hint of masculinity. Bouncy ass, hips as good as handlebars, and with a willowy build that made it clear that it was there to take it, Doll was made to look like a sex toy. \n\nWearing Danny and Suit 55, however, there was more thickness, more solidity. Not a lot more – Danny was not exactly hard-build, just more masculine than Doll – but enough to see a difference. It looked like a stronger male on his knees with the suit, and Doll looked like someone wearing a power-suit rather than just a latex one. \n\nAspen knelt down, rubbing Doll’s chin. It looked up at him, huffing, moaning, mouth open with whimpering need. \n\n“You’ve learned,” he said, shaking his head. “Learned to be a good little bitch, hmm?”\n\nDoll nodded. \n\n“Learned to show off?”\n\nDoll nodded again. \n\n“Good. Good.”\n\nHe stood up and slowly reached through the suit. It gave just as much as Danny had the time that he’d skull-fucked the Dalmatian. Fumbling around until he found Doll’s flesh, he got a good grip at the base of the other drone’s tail, then pulled. \n\n“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmph!”\n\nDoll moaned as it was pulled out, and the same echoing whimper could be heard from the flattened rubber head on the bed. Aspen noted that just as he had the rest of what was happening, shaking his head as he clinically worked to bring the drone free. \n\nOut, out, out, the rubber flesh turning liquid as colors shifted. The black and blue of Danny turned into the black and pink of Doll, different lines and different builds contrasting against each other. Bit by bit, the black ooze melted off of Doll’s back, letting its shoulders come free, its spine slide out, its tail break out of the slow-wagging one that Danny’s body had. The differences were rather stark, but all the more interesting to see. \n\nAs Doll’s head came free of the neck and back, as it was encouraged to stand, Aspen was struck by how much the two drones looked like a chimera like this. They were melded together, forming two torsos, two tails, two sets of various bits and bobs. They could be molded into almost anything if they were shoved together. \n\nMore ideas for later, he thought, but they were most interesting ideas to work with. \n\nEventually, he managed to get Doll completely separated from the headless, handless body that had held it. Pointing off to the other side of the room, Aspen leaned back with his head in his hand. \n\n“Hmmm, how else can I change this up…”\n\n#\n\nTwo hours later, Danny and 55 were completely out of it again. His head was yet to be returned to his body, but his body had been put to a different use. And a pleasurable one at that, considering – \n\n“Ah…ah…ah…”\n\nHe moaned, unable to stop himself as his nulge ground against Doll’s nulge. Those wet, bulbous bits of their rubber bodies kept grinding together, their headless shapes sitting in the middle of the room, grinding, thrusting, rubbing against one another for the pleasurable viewing of Diz and Aspen. \n\nEvery time his body ground, every time 55 thrust their hips forward to press against Doll’s rounded smoothness, he felt it. \n\nThrob. \n\nThrob. \n\nThrob. \n\nEvery so often, he’d feel a squirt, too, their need bubbling up as pre-cum inside of the suit-flesh, getting stronger, getting wetter. He moaned when that happened, his cock feeling like it was swimming in pre-cum and slime and more. It was so intense, so sensual, and the rubber grinding back only made it better. \n\n“Mmmph…ah…nnngh!”\n\nSquelch. Pop. Aspen’s knot slid out of his ear, pre-cum oozing down his ear canal and over his brain. It was like a drop of something wet on a motherboard every time it happened, fucking with his thoughts, fucking with him. He moaned again as the thick shaft rubbed against his ear-hole, and then pushed in, working in and forcing his ear canal to spread around the tip, the shaft, and then slowly rolling around the wolfhound’s knot – \n\nPOP!\n\nHis tongue hung out of his muzzle, black drool running out of his mouth and onto the couch cushions. He couldn’t stop himself. \n\nOn the other side of the couch, he could just make out Diz idly jerking off, stroking himself to the sight and to the feeling of Doll’s head at his feet. The bat ground his long toes against the other drone’s face, sometimes forcing a toe into its mouth, other times just grinding on Doll’s cheeks and using it as a footrest. \n\n“Heh, modular [i]and[/i] obedient toys,” the bat said, his voice barely audible to Danny as his ear was fucked, the sloshing sound in his skull overwhelming almost all other sounds. “I didn’t think that we’d ever get this lucky.”\n\n“Mmph…they’re certainly capable of quite a few things.”\n\n“I bet that some of our friends would be happy to help test how far we can push ‘em.”\n\nSquelch-pop.\n\nGrind-rub.\n\nSquelch-pop. \n\nGrind-rub.\n\nThe constant stimulation from his separate body and his literally skull-fucked head meant that it was nearly impossible to follow their conversation. Every time that he tried to focus on what they were saying, another spurt across his brain or another spurt in his suit made him focus on that instead. \n\n[i]Easy to think with the body. \n\nEasier to submit. \n\nEasier to be a toy. \n\nEasier to be Toy.[/i]\n\n55? Him? Who was thinking that?\n\nDid it matter?\n\nAspen shifted him around, the knot popping out of his ear again. He was made to look the other way, his other ear – unfucked so far – turned and tilted to meet the slippery shaft waiting for it. Danny didn’t have a chance to say a word. He wasn’t sure that he had words left to say, honestly. \n\nThe slick, heated feeling of the tapered cock sliding into his earhole was as erotic as it had been the first time. He moaned without hesitation, unable to stop himself as his ear was filled. Just like before, it stretched, sliding further and further open until it clamped down hard around the thick wolfhound shaft. He thought he heard Aspen moaning overhead, but who knew if he was imagining it? He knew that he wasn’t thinking of anything but the sensation of his skull being opened up. \n\n“Ear-fucking any good?” he heard Diz ask. \n\n“Better than his ass, at least.”\n\n“Heh. Might have to try it.” \n\n“Go for it; Doll’s just as eager.”\n\nDoll. \n\nToy. \n\nDoll and Toy. \n\nHe would have giggled if he had more of his face under his own control, but as it was, he could barely whimper. \n\nDoll and Toy. Toy and Doll. The pair of them having matching names as the belongings of the two better men. They were going to get used, fucked, molded and shaped and corrupted and hypnotized over and over again. Danny wondered if there’d be anything left of him when it was all said and done or if there would be mostly 55/Toy on the outside and barely a few remnants of him on the inside. \n\nDoll and Toy. Toy and Doll. The traveling playthings of the dominant men that had decided to take them in…make them their own…own them…\n\n[i]I’ve lost everything, and all I want to do is laugh.\n\nLaugh.\n\nAnd moan. \n\nMoan. \n\nAnd cum.\n\nCan’t do that.[/i]\n\nIronic, and silly, and stupid. So many things wrong with that last bit, but he giggled in his own mind as 55 slid forward, taking over as his masters and owners started making plans for…something…\n\nThrust. \n\nGrind. \n\nSquelch. \n\nPop. \n\nAnd as his mind was filled with more and more pre-cum, his skull fucked with more and more cock, he stopped thinking and caring so much. \n\n#\n\n“You know, this whole modularity thing makes packing a hell of a lot easier,” Diz said as Aspen packed hands and limbs and torsos with socks and underwear to keep them from bouncing around. “You sure that this isn’t going to get some security scanner going crazy, though?”\n\n“They’re rubber; the most that we’ll have to do is explain that they’re mannequin pieces, and that’ll be easy enough.”\n\n“Ehhhh, just so long as they don’t stop us and treat us like serial killers or something like that.”\n\n“Knowing the average security guard, we can probably bribe them with a bit of sex and they’ll let us through. And worst comes to worst, we both know what will happen if we take Danny’s head out.”\n\nDiz shivered while Aspen chuckled. He and Diz could use the rubber toys as much as they liked without any ill-effects, but that was because they knew what they were doing. If he put Danny’s head on some random person without them being aware of what was happening, it was as good as – and in some ways better than – putting someone into a timersuit themselves. Danny – or Toy, as he had started calling himself at times – was intelligent, more intelligent than one of the suits themselves, and he could take control to a certain extent. More importantly, he could keep them still and quiet, and that was all that they needed to get through security. \n\nDoll was already packed up; the modularity came to an end once they reassembled the knock-off slut, but all they had to do was put Danny and the timersuit around it and the modularity came back. No harm keeping them split into pieces, either; neither of the sluts really seemed that bothered by being taken apart, and they didn’t show any damage when they were put together again. \n\n“That everything?” Diz asked from the bed. \n\n“Yep. Everything’s packed for the cruise.”\n\n“First time doing something like this.”\n\n“The cruise or taking the toys along?” the wolfhound asked. \n\n“Both.”\n\n“Heh, well, you’ll like it.”\n\n“Just keep in mind, I’m first top.”\n\n“…I suppose it is your turn after everything that’s happened before now,” Aspen said, shaking his head as he pulled the suitcase closed – he had to ignore Danny’s stare while he did it. “Just make sure it’s interesting.”\n\n“Oh, don’t worry. I will.”\n\nThe wolfhound smiled. It was hard to tell where things would go from here, but at the very least, it would be interesting. And that was the best thing for him. \n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]\n\nSummary: Danny is at the end of his ropes, finally permanently trapped and conditioned by his captors…and not really disliking it. \n\nTags: M/solo, M/M, M/Unspecified Gender, Nulge, Bulge, Anal, Sensation Transference, Bat, Wolfhound, Dalmatian, Rubber, Rubber Fur, Series, Orgasm, Cum, Ear Sex, Corruption, \n\n\n" }