You wake up with the cock that charges your collar deep in your throat. You sigh lovingly around him, the smallest of your training cocks, and made swallowing motions to stimulate him.
It had felt natural to start thinking of your training cocks as if they were real men, towering over you and waiting for your attention. It made you want to give them even better service to earn their rewards.
You had learned, or perhaps been programmed to know, that the more you stimulated the charger the faster your collar charged. You could sleep all night and he would give you what you needed, but you could also put your efforts into satisfying him and you'd be fully charged in ten minutes.
He rewarded you with a throatful of his cum, warm and smooth, that you swallowed down to join the others.
The other hundred...
Just thinking it made you ache. Your body was reshaped to minimise fatigue, to lessen the toll that being a fucktoy would cause, but even so that had been hard work.
You had earned your money though, and submitted it to the House.
"Unit 435 has a visitor. Proceed to Room 5b"
You blink and stir from your daydreams of all those cocks. There is a buzz and a click and the door to the corridor opens up. Your vision clouds and a strange dizziness fills your mind. You feel your limbs moving, knowing where to go, but you aren't able to follow the route.
Unit 435 must not become aware of its surroundings
When you arrive at Room 5b and crawl onto a soft mat. Once you are in place the dizziness fades and your vision returns.
You can see two people sitting in plain chairs. One of them, a woman with a stern face, is dressed in a fitted business suit and has a briefcase beside her chair. The other is a man, dressed in smart casual clothes and looking at you with uncertainty. For a fleeting moment you feel a deep attachment to him but it evaporates.
"This is Unit 435," the woman says proudly. "It has been fully converted into the perfect throat-fucking experience for any partner of any size. Your contribution to its creation has been well received by our accountants and, although it does not cover the full amount, Unit 435 will be working hard to make up the shortfall."
The man looks confused. You feel a spark of lust toward him but it dampens quickly.
"You took my money and you whored it out?" he does not seem pleased by your hundred cock achievement. Is he stupid? "Our contract said that you were building me the perfect fuckhole for me. Not for someone else!"
His frustration and rising tone of voice have no effect on her and she reaches down to open her briefcase. From inside it she draws a piece of paper. For a few minutes she explains the boring contract to him and you get distracted.
He is a man.
