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"writing": "[b][u][center]Life Modding: Slavery\nKink-Vember 9\nBy Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nChance took two steps into his house before slumping against the wall and cradling his crotch. He slid down until his ass hit the floor, the cheetah’s tail flicking side to side in irritation as his balls ached from the persistent teasing throughout the day. \n\n“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…”\n\nEight hours out of the house, eight hours of being surrounded by naked people everywhere. Not simple nudists that just happened to be naked, but exhibitionists that were happy to show off and touch themselves regardless of what was going on around them. He’d seen professors that idly masturbating or fingering their assholes while they were writing things on the board, restaurant workers that idly tweaked their tits for customers that wanted a little order of cream, and even had fellow students just idly lean back and start jerking off or fingering themselves in the middle of a lecture. \n\nAnd nobody found it weird, but stranger still, nobody seemed to find it [i]hot[/i] except for him. \n\n“Mmmph…”\n\nAnd his balls hurt because he kept wanting to do something besides just touch himself, and nobody else wanted anything to have anything to do with him. He’d thought that everyone wanting to show off and have sex in public would be enough to get a little bit of fun for himself, but no; everyone still wanted to stick with their friends and the most that he’d been able to get was the same free show that everyone else was getting. \n\n“It’s not fair…”\n\nThe cheetah slumped onto his side, taking a few deep breaths as the blue balls from the bus finally receded. Some part of him, buried under the sexual frustration, knew that this was unreasonable. He knew that he’d been fine with jerking off to porn for a long time, and he shouldn’t have any issue with just enjoying his hand now. He’d never really had a relationship, and hadn’t thought that he needed one. \n\nBut with that program…\n\nEvery time that he thought about what he could take, he realized how much he didn’t [i]have.[/i] It hurt him, almost offended him, to think that he should rely on something so normal as his hand. He could have anything, everything, with that program, and knowing that it was just out of his reach…\n\nWell, it stung. No, it galled him. And he was going to fix it. \n\nChance grunted as he pushed himself to his feet, the spotted cat making his way to his computer. Once more, he sat down, and once more, he opened the Life Modding program. \n\nHe knew what he was looking for this time. He knew what he wanted from life. Down, down, down the Laws of Life he went until he found the specific bracket that he needed: Slavery. \n\nClick. As he went down the list of laws under the sub-heading, he found the piece about sexual slavery. Not real slavery – he wouldn’t dare go that far – but sex slavery, where someone could legally own someone else for the purposes of sex, would be fine. He was sick of people saying no, sick of people just putting him to the side when he was trying to make them all equal. He should have the same chance as everyone else. \n\nThere was barely a qualm when he clicked it from ‘private’ to ‘publicly required.’ The program turned off as it always did and the cheetah pushed himself away from his desk. He was too angry to stay up and get off; tomorrow would be time enough for that. Exhibitionism and slavery were going to make for a [i]good[/i] day.\n\n#\n\nMorning came with a loud knock at the door. Chance groaned, rolling over in bed, before – \n\nTHUMP!\n\nThe cheetah jumped, his eyes bugging out of their sockets as the sound of loud footsteps echoed through his house. He managed to roll out of bed, getting to his feet before his bedroom door slammed open. \n\n“…Harvey?” he muttered, staring at the donkey. \n\nIt wasn’t the same sort of man that he’d seen the day before. The donkey was somehow a bit taller-looking, and had a black harness around his chest and a heavy steel ring that was pulling at his balls. The donkey’s gray fur was slicked down, almost like someone had oiled it, and his cock was just barely poking out of his sheath as he chuckled. The soft smack, smack, smack of the donkey’s big, wide feet accompanied that chuckle as he stepped into the room. \n\n“Heh, Harvey? You mean ‘Master’ Harvey, I’m sure.”\n\n“…What – wait, no, no, that’s – that’s not how this is supposed to go.”\n\n“Heh, you’re the one that didn’t get a head-start. You think that you can be a master, Spots?”\n\n“I – I’m supposed to.”\n\n“Really?” \n\nThere was a genuine question there. Harvey was giving him a chance to prove whether he could be, but what the hell was the cheetah supposed to do? He’d only ever watched this sort of porn before; he’d never been part of it. The only reason that he’d clicked that over was because he’d thought…he’d thought…\n\n“Well?” the donkey asked, leaning against the doorframe with a smirk. “I’m waiting.”\n\n“I – I – I just wanted –”\n\n“Repeating yourself, man. Come on. Are you a master or not?”\n\n“I…I…I don’t want to be –”\n\n“Okay, if you can’t figure out how to be a master right now, then you probably ain’t one. And you [i]know[/i] that means that you’re a slave today.”\n\n[i]Today?[/i]\n\nThe naked cheetah couldn’t parse what was happening to him, and didn’t react even as the donkey walked over and slapped a leash and collar around his neck. When Harvey snapped his fingers and pointed down, something – something that hadn’t been there before – pushed the cheetah to obey, falling to his hands and knees and staying there. \n\nThe pat on his head that followed felt good, though. Better than it should have. \n\n“Not really into you, usually, but gotta admit that the collar does something for ya,” Harvey said, chuckling. “I was gonna take Theresa for my slave for today, but she’s got a dom-streak going and wasn’t hanging around. Wasn’t sure if you’d be around, but hey, looks like I got a nice spotty cat for a fuck-toy today.”\n\nThe world had gone completely insane. His head was spinning as the donkey pulled on the leash, gently dragging him from the room and down through the hallway. He was kept on all fours as they walked down the sidewalk, barely keeping up with the taller donkey as the big guy led him to the bus stop. \n\n“Still gotta iron out the kinks since they put that Slave Act in place a few years ago. Every morning, go out and grab a slave for the day. You dom them, they serve you. They flip it, you serve them. And everything flips again in the morning. Heh. What were you thinking, sleeping in so late? You wanna be a master, you gotta be up at the crack of dawn to get the best sluts.”\n\nOkay. Okay. So it was only going to last a day. A day of being naked, on all fours, leashed and collared in front of everyone. \n\nFuck. \n\nFuck. \n\nFuck. \n\nIt didn’t help that his abstaining the day before had left him so pent-up, either. His cock throbbed out of its sheath between his legs, tapping against his belly in the shame and humiliation of being leashed like this. His face burned but the need still pulsed away down there, oozing down his cock and falling to the pavement. \n\nOnce more, they reached the bus stop. This time, the husky and kangaroo were on leashes under the maned wolf female, who sat down at the stop and had her feet up on their backs. The foot fetish of the first day was still there, and he bit his lips as he felt the urge to crawl over and kiss her soles. \n\n“Found someone, Harvey?” the maned wolf asked, looking up from her phone.\n\n“Yeah. Not my first choice, but hey, better to grab someone that no-one.”\n\n“Mm-hmm.”\n\n“How’d you get two, anyway?” the donkey asked, sitting down by her and pulling Chance close, resting the cheetah’s blushing face against his balls. \n\n“They were sleeping together,” she said, shrugging. “Must have been hoping to swap over from yesterday when morning came. Probably didn’t expect someone sneaking in through the window to take charge.”\n\n“Heh, you’re going to stand out today.”\n\n“Yeah, well, that’s life. Probably going to get targeted tomorrow for it,” the maned wolf said, grinding her sole against the back of the kangaroo’s head, and the kangaroo moaned for it. \n\n“Yeah, probably. Better enjoy it while we can. Hey, Spots. Turn that mouth of yours; I wanna get off before the bus gets here.”\n\nIt was like some compulsion had seized hold of him. The cheetah turned his head to face the sheath and the shaft that was slowly emerging from it. The flared head was slick and wet with pre-cum and sheath juice, and the musk that followed was as intense and strong as anything that he’d smelled from another guy before. \n\nYet, there was something that forced him to open his mouth. Even as he blushed and shivered and tried to find the will to squirm away, the new public sex slavery ‘law’ kept him where he was. He’d been claimed, taken, and that meant…that meant that he was stuck like this…stuck obeying his ‘master’ until the next day. And if he didn’t find a way to change this by then, then…then he’d have to do it again…\n\nAnd again…\n\nAnd again. \n\n“Open wide.”\n\nHe did, and that shaft slid right in, sliding down his throat. Chance didn’t know whether it was hot, or horrifying. Maybe it was both. \n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]\n\nSummary: Kink-Vember the 9th, delayed due to a weird Friday. Enjoy the last piece of the Life Modding series as Chance oversteps himself. \n\nTags: M/M, Nudity, Public Exhibitionism, Public Sex, Casual Sex, Reality Alteration, Oral, Leash and Collar, Dom/Sub, KinkVember, Embarrassment, Desperation, ",
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Life Modding: Slavery Kink-Vember 9 By Draconicon
Chance took two steps into his house before slumping against the wall and cradling his crotch. He slid down until his ass hit the floor, the cheetah’s tail flicking side to side in irritation as his balls ached from the persistent teasing throughout the day.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…”
Eight hours out of the house, eight hours of being surrounded by naked people everywhere. Not simple nudists that just happened to be naked, but exhibitionists that were happy to show off and touch themselves regardless of what was going on around them. He’d seen professors that idly masturbating or fingering their assholes while they were writing things on the board, restaurant workers that idly tweaked their tits for customers that wanted a little order of cream, and even had fellow students just idly lean back and start jerking off or fingering themselves in the middle of a lecture.
And nobody found it weird, but stranger still, nobody seemed to find it hot except for him.
“Mmmph…”
And his balls hurt because he kept wanting to do something besides just touch himself, and nobody else wanted anything to have anything to do with him. He’d thought that everyone wanting to show off and have sex in public would be enough to get a little bit of fun for himself, but no; everyone still wanted to stick with their friends and the most that he’d been able to get was the same free show that everyone else was getting.
“It’s not fair…”
The cheetah slumped onto his side, taking a few deep breaths as the blue balls from the bus finally receded. Some part of him, buried under the sexual frustration, knew that this was unreasonable. He knew that he’d been fine with jerking off to porn for a long time, and he shouldn’t have any issue with just enjoying his hand now. He’d never really had a relationship, and hadn’t thought that he needed one.
But with that program…
Every time that he thought about what he could take, he realized how much he didn’t have. It hurt him, almost offended him, to think that he should rely on something so normal as his hand. He could have anything, everything, with that program, and knowing that it was just out of his reach…
Well, it stung. No, it galled him. And he was going to fix it.
Chance grunted as he pushed himself to his feet, the spotted cat making his way to his computer. Once more, he sat down, and once more, he opened the Life Modding program.
He knew what he was looking for this time. He knew what he wanted from life. Down, down, down the Laws of Life he went until he found the specific bracket that he needed: Slavery.
Click. As he went down the list of laws under the sub-heading, he found the piece about sexual slavery. Not real slavery – he wouldn’t dare go that far – but sex slavery, where someone could legally own someone else for the purposes of sex, would be fine. He was sick of people saying no, sick of people just putting him to the side when he was trying to make them all equal. He should have the same chance as everyone else.
There was barely a qualm when he clicked it from ‘private’ to ‘publicly required.’ The program turned off as it always did and the cheetah pushed himself away from his desk. He was too angry to stay up and get off; tomorrow would be time enough for that. Exhibitionism and slavery were going to make for a good day.
#
Morning came with a loud knock at the door. Chance groaned, rolling over in bed, before –
THUMP!
The cheetah jumped, his eyes bugging out of their sockets as the sound of loud footsteps echoed through his house. He managed to roll out of bed, getting to his feet before his bedroom door slammed open.
“…Harvey?” he muttered, staring at the donkey.
It wasn’t the same sort of man that he’d seen the day before. The donkey was somehow a bit taller-looking, and had a black harness around his chest and a heavy steel ring that was pulling at his balls. The donkey’s gray fur was slicked down, almost like someone had oiled it, and his cock was just barely poking out of his sheath as he chuckled. The soft smack, smack, smack of the donkey’s big, wide feet accompanied that chuckle as he stepped into the room.
“Heh, Harvey? You mean ‘Master’ Harvey, I’m sure.”
“…What – wait, no, no, that’s – that’s not how this is supposed to go.”
“Heh, you’re the one that didn’t get a head-start. You think that you can be a master, Spots?”
“I – I’m supposed to.”
“Really?”
There was a genuine question there. Harvey was giving him a chance to prove whether he could be, but what the hell was the cheetah supposed to do? He’d only ever watched this sort of porn before; he’d never been part of it. The only reason that he’d clicked that over was because he’d thought…he’d thought…
“Well?” the donkey asked, leaning against the doorframe with a smirk. “I’m waiting.”
“I – I – I just wanted –”
“Repeating yourself, man. Come on. Are you a master or not?”
“I…I…I don’t want to be –”
“Okay, if you can’t figure out how to be a master right now, then you probably ain’t one. And you know that means that you’re a slave today.”
Today?
The naked cheetah couldn’t parse what was happening to him, and didn’t react even as the donkey walked over and slapped a leash and collar around his neck. When Harvey snapped his fingers and pointed down, something – something that hadn’t been there before – pushed the cheetah to obey, falling to his hands and knees and staying there.
The pat on his head that followed felt good, though. Better than it should have.
“Not really into you, usually, but gotta admit that the collar does something for ya,” Harvey said, chuckling. “I was gonna take Theresa for my slave for today, but she’s got a dom-streak going and wasn’t hanging around. Wasn’t sure if you’d be around, but hey, looks like I got a nice spotty cat for a fuck-toy today.”
The world had gone completely insane. His head was spinning as the donkey pulled on the leash, gently dragging him from the room and down through the hallway. He was kept on all fours as they walked down the sidewalk, barely keeping up with the taller donkey as the big guy led him to the bus stop.
“Still gotta iron out the kinks since they put that Slave Act in place a few years ago. Every morning, go out and grab a slave for the day. You dom them, they serve you. They flip it, you serve them. And everything flips again in the morning. Heh. What were you thinking, sleeping in so late? You wanna be a master, you gotta be up at the crack of dawn to get the best sluts.”
Okay. Okay. So it was only going to last a day. A day of being naked, on all fours, leashed and collared in front of everyone.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
It didn’t help that his abstaining the day before had left him so pent-up, either. His cock throbbed out of its sheath between his legs, tapping against his belly in the shame and humiliation of being leashed like this. His face burned but the need still pulsed away down there, oozing down his cock and falling to the pavement.
Once more, they reached the bus stop. This time, the husky and kangaroo were on leashes under the maned wolf female, who sat down at the stop and had her feet up on their backs. The foot fetish of the first day was still there, and he bit his lips as he felt the urge to crawl over and kiss her soles.
“Found someone, Harvey?” the maned wolf asked, looking up from her phone.
“Yeah. Not my first choice, but hey, better to grab someone that no-one.”
“Mm-hmm.”
“How’d you get two, anyway?” the donkey asked, sitting down by her and pulling Chance close, resting the cheetah’s blushing face against his balls.
“They were sleeping together,” she said, shrugging. “Must have been hoping to swap over from yesterday when morning came. Probably didn’t expect someone sneaking in through the window to take charge.”
“Heh, you’re going to stand out today.”
“Yeah, well, that’s life. Probably going to get targeted tomorrow for it,” the maned wolf said, grinding her sole against the back of the kangaroo’s head, and the kangaroo moaned for it.
“Yeah, probably. Better enjoy it while we can. Hey, Spots. Turn that mouth of yours; I wanna get off before the bus gets here.”
It was like some compulsion had seized hold of him. The cheetah turned his head to face the sheath and the shaft that was slowly emerging from it. The flared head was slick and wet with pre-cum and sheath juice, and the musk that followed was as intense and strong as anything that he’d smelled from another guy before.
Yet, there was something that forced him to open his mouth. Even as he blushed and shivered and tried to find the will to squirm away, the new public sex slavery ‘law’ kept him where he was. He’d been claimed, taken, and that meant…that meant that he was stuck like this…stuck obeying his ‘master’ until the next day. And if he didn’t find a way to change this by then, then…then he’d have to do it again…
And again…
And again.
“Open wide.”
He did, and that shaft slid right in, sliding down his throat. Chance didn’t know whether it was hot, or horrifying. Maybe it was both.
The End
Summary: Kink-Vember the 9th, delayed due to a weird Friday. Enjoy the last piece of the Life Modding series as Chance oversteps himself.