**AN: Inspired by The Perfect Pet by fueledbyquarantine, definitely recommend checking out their work if you like this. Also, this is a non-con story, and I feel like it needn't be said but I do not condone the behaviours that these characters engage in. If non-con elements are likely to trigger/upset you, I'd advise you don't continue**
Since being sentenced to 100 years of servitude in the rehabilitation program Andrei had yet to accept that his life was no longer his own. He had seen the results of the rehabilitation program firsthand -- glorified slaves led on leashes, following their handlers down the streets with eyes downcast and hands clasped behind them. They seldom wore clothing and always had the mark of their handler etched permanently into their skin -- a symbol of their status as owned entities. It had never even crossed his mind that he might one day join their ranks and yet, here he was. His temporary handlers had no need to lock his doors to contain him -- the nanobots he was injected with on his first day had already bound with his nervous system, keeping him compliant -- a prisoner in his own body.
For the past two weeks he had fallen into a steady routine at the rehabilitation centre, beginning his day with a pretty blond nurse dapping the loathsome pink cream around his nipples, lips, and holes. The nurse seemed to delight in telling him that although a single application of the cream would've heightened his sensitivity considerably, his handler had requested the treatment be continued until his focus would always be at least partially devoted to the ever-present throb in his tits, mouth, pussy, and ass. He'd spend the rest of the day subjected to any other tests or treatments his handler had requested of him. Any time that he was left alone cups placed on his nipples and pussy would provide suction at an erratic rhythm that kept him on edge for hours but never allowed him to actually find release and cum.
Since meeting his handler for the first time, he was no longer able to think about his body the way he used to. He couldn't remember the terms he used to use to elevate his dysphoria, but they had been replaced in his mind with words he had been told he was allowed to use. His????? was now his pussy, cunt, cocksleeve or any other lewd word his handler might choose to use. In addition his????? we're his tits and his????? was his clit. It was mortifying to him that even his own internal dialogue could be taken from him and warped beyond recognition at anyone's whim but his own.
On the morning he woke up in an unfamiliar room and was greeted by a doctor he'd never seen before he knew things were probably about to change for the worse. His heart started beating a little faster as he tried to work out what this might mean -- he had to figure any change in his routine could not bode well for him. The doctor was handsome, if a little older than what Andrei was usually attracted to. He held himself with the casual confidence of someone who knew exactly what he was doing and why, smirking a little when Andrei looked up at him with half-lidded eyes. The increase in his heartrate had done nothing to quell the throb in his pussy, and his clit twitched with interest as the doctor reached down and pinched one of his nipples playfully.
Andrei had learned pretty early on that asking questions of the nurses would not get him very far, but he was itching to say something to this new doctor. To ask what was happening. Before he could gather his courage and ask what was going on, the doctor shook his head and smiled, almost but not quite kindly
"Now Andrei, I know these past few weeks must have been difficult for you. Your body has had to go through many changes to get you ready for your handler"
To drive home his point, the doctor once again pulled at his nipple and grabbed at the handful of flesh and fat that had been steadily growing over the course of his stay. A soft moan escaped Andrei's mouth as he tried his hardest not to enjoy the doctors' unwanted touch.
The doctor continued,
"Today is going to be a big day for you, but once you have rested up and had a chance to heal, you will be all set and ready to go home to your handler, who I know is eagerly waiting for you to be ready"
That didn't sound good. What on earth was the doctor about to do to him that he'd need time to heal from. He opened his mouth, but before he could voice his concerns, the doctor started up again.
"Now Andrei, for the rest of this appointment I need you to stay nice and still for me, so go ahead and lie down on the bed in a comfortable position. I don't want to hear a peep out of you, and I don't want to see so much as muscle twitch."
Andrew felt his mouth close involuntarily, the nanobots in his system taking over and forcing him to lay down and relax. Smiling, the doctor briefly left the room, only to return with a medical cart that he placed by Andrei's head. He wished he could turn his neck to see whatever was on the cart, but no matter how hard he willed his muscles to move, he continued to stay still and relaxed on the table, unable to even ask what the doctor was about to do to him.
The doctor hummed a quiet tune as he routed around the objects on the cart, the soft clattering of the metal doing nothing to calm Andrei's steadily rising anxiety. He knew that whatever was about to happen to him he was definitely not going to enjoy.
He was startled from his own thoughts as the doctor softly placed a thumb on his lower lip to open his mouth. Since the application of the cream his lips and mouth were almost as sensitive as his pussy, and he couldn't help but whimper as the doctor stroked and pulled at his lip of his open mouth. In the back of his head Andrei briefly registered that the doctor could have easily just commanded him to open his mouth meaning he was thumbing at his sensitive lip solely for his own amusement. Not that Andrei could say anything to stop him from doing so. He squealed a little when the doctor removed the thumb from his lip and proceeded to start rubbing at his dripping cunt. Ignoring his aching clit the doctor was instead rubbing at the lips of his labia, fat and swollen from suction cups he'd been wearing everyday. He gently started inserting his fingers inside Andrei, not far enough to provide him with any relief, but far enough that Andrei blushed in shame as he felt slick continue to build up and drip steadily around the doctors' fingers. He wasn't sure anymore if he wanted the doctor to stop or if he wanted him to press in further. He started panting a little. He knew he should want it to stop, but the only words he could think were please, and need and more.
He whined when the doctor eventually removed his exploring fingers to take something from the tray and placed it into Andrei's waiting mouth. Andrei groaned as the he started to gently massage his tongue as if it were the inner walls of his pussy. His mouth had been essentially turned into a new erogenous zone from the cream the nurses had been applying, and Andrei could feel an orgasm slowly building as the doctor continued to stroke his tongue.
