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Sojiro/Guards – Placed somewhat in the middle of the past parts; One encounter between Sojiro and his Guards from Sojiro's point of view!

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Sojiro has noticed his sons looking differently at him – as are some of the Elders, though he couldn’t put his finger on what that might be about. Hanzo asks him whether he feels alright after one of their meetings and it annoys him enough to almost explode at him.

What was that even supposed to mean? He hates vague babbling. He does not have time for it. Of course he is ‘alright’. He’s not felt this ‘alright’ in literal years. His body is relaxed and his muscles nice and loose. He hasn’t had a need for a massage in ages, though he wouldn’t be able to put his finger on why that was.

It’s as if he is aging backwards. The thought has a cynical smile spreading over his face as he works… before it freezes the moment he hears the door to his office opening. He looks up without lifting his head, morbidly curious and somewhat shocked about who would have the gall to not only step into his office without prior announcement but also without knocking.

He sees one of his closest guards; and then one behind him. His hand has long since dropped underneath the table, curled around the gun that is hidden just underneath the desk’s surface.

But before he can pull it out and put a bullet through both the men’s heads to teach them some manners – even though it would be a hassle to get some new reliable men at the moment, the one at the front lifts his arm and shows him something on his palm.

It’s a small whirring device that Sojiro immediately thinks he’s seen somewhere before… before that feeling of urgency curiously slides right to the back and dips beneath a swelling tide of cool, dark water. It fills his head first and then his body… though it does not stay cool for long.

His fingers relax and he puts them on top of his desk in anticipation of his first order, his body heating up eagerly, ready to be used.

Now that he’s seeing this marvelous little contraption, he remembers why he is feeling so well these past few weeks. He remembers that he spreads his legs for these man and sucks their cocks whenever they please, but the water that has filled him keeps pulling all the negative emotions and thoughts that might come with it deep down where they can’t bother him.

He knows that once the little device is out of sight, he will forget all of this happened all over again and that is… that is fine. Why should it not be fine? He’s a loose little hole and only here to be used by cocks. Nothing more, nothing less.

Someone grabs him by the hair and slaps him hard across the face a few times but that’s really good as well, so he groans low, cock already a fat line in his underwear. Outside of servicing them, he hasn’t been able to get it up for a while now, after all.

He keeps his eyes on the device; it’s difficult not to look at it and thankfully someone puts it right in front of him so he can watch it constantly move about while he’s being pulled out of his chair and bent over his large desk. They want to fuck him bent over his important documents which is just fine.

Sojiro can hear them talk, telling him that he’s a useless hole there to be filled with their cum. Someone talks about their plan of somehow kidnapping him and keeping him down indefinitely which gets him even hotter and needier.

“Maybe it will break him and we won’t have to use the device anymore, you know? Wouldn’t be bad to have a brainless cumhole that just does whatever you want from it, right?”

It would be good. If that is what they want. Sojiro doesn’t think he’s ever felt more pleasure than obeying whatever orders these two give him. As long as he can look at the whirring device, everything is good. How they call him an ‘it’ and rip down his pants is good and how they spread his cheeks and spit on his hole is good. It’s especially good when they talk about how nasty and swollen his rosebud looks; how they have fucked it into a perfect cunt shape already.

They don’t give him any preparation other than the spit on his hole. That’s alright. Whatever they want. If they need him to bear down and endure the burning pain of their almost dry entry, than he’ll gladly give that to them.

He thinks. He’s not feeling much of anything staring at the little device; no anger, no joy, no amusement, no annoyance… just a low and steadily mounting pleasure as he follows their orders brainlessly. The more they order and the more he obeys, the more his pleasure rises.

They fuck him and Sojiro has to grab a hold of the table so he’ll somewhat stay in place and have his cunt available for their usage. He listens to them talk but he doesn’t really understand much of it; his brain functions have lowered to a point where he barely knows how to spread his legs, all thanks to this wonderful little device that he keeps staring at.

Honestly, if they want to make him into a braindead bimbo, that is alright with him as long as he gets to stay with the whirring little thing and can stare at it for as long as possible…

The one currently fucking him is curling a hand around his throat so he can choke him while ramming him nice and deep.

“F-Fuck! Fuck, this bitch squeezes tight- do you think he knows we’re hate fucking him?”

“I sure hope so… but I dunno. I have no idea what that thing really does to his brain. You sure you don’t want to train him a bit more now that we’re here anyway?”

“No fuck that… I just want to pump out a load and get going. Don’t have time to try and teach the bitch anything today.”

“Hmmm yeah you’re right. But could you speed up? I wanna use the cumdump too, you know… hey and don’t make him pass out, alright? He’s got a meeting in two hours and needs that fuckin’ reboot time…”

“Oh man, yeah, shit – can you imagine how hot it’ll be when he sits there and our cum is dripping from his swollen pussy?”

“Honestly, I keep wondering what he thinks is happening. Like he has to notice?”

Not that Sojiro has the brain capacity to tell them right now, even if they were to ask him. There are dark spots dancing in front of his vision but all he can do is gurgle and bounce on cock, his own painfully hard and ready to shoot if they were just giving him the command… which they rarely do.

Honestly, he does notice that something is up once the device is out of the way and his rim burns and cum is splurging from his overworked hole – but it is somewhat of a gray space in his mind, as if something in his head is shying away from properly noticing what is happening.

He can feel his willingness to overlook these things slowly spreading. Maybe soon the device will completely take him over until he’s nothing but a vegetable, ready to get made into a crusty cumrag. Whoever wants to use his sloppy cunt, they’re more than welcome to do so; he doesn’t care. He only wants to stay down here where it is so serene and perfect…

The breeder using him digs his fingers a little deeper in around his windpipe as he bucks and fucks in deep, ostensibly depositing his load in Sojiro’s guts; not that he’d be able to feel it beyond the twitching of the cock and the burn of his muscles.

There’s just a moment of respite before the guard pulls away and out, wiping his dick against Sojiro’s ass cheeks and thighs, then stepping away. Without the hand mercilessly squeezing his throat, Sojiro can take in huge, heaving breaths, the odd tingling in his limbs receding until he has much more feeling in them again.

The next steps up behind him, grabbing his hair roughly.

“Spread your cheeks.”

He hurries to reach behind himself, grabbing his ass and spreading it far open. His rim is burning and he wonders whether they have fucked him bloody… the thought only arouses him more. He knows that his pain is something they enjoy. He wants them to fuck him up badly.

Sojiro focuses on unclenching his hole, trying to lewdly open up for the next cock that rams into him on a low grunt of the stud.

His eyes roll up into his head, cock twitching and spurting pre-cum but not yet coming. Not without permission.

He will earn it from his masters.