[b][u][center]The Capture of Stegz For Sanmer By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] Variety was the spice of life, and it was definitely the key to victory. Particularly when fighting someone that was as smart as you were. Spittor squatted in the bushes of one of the Extreme Dinosaurs training areas. He’d been scouting them for a while, knowing that they kept several different training zones in the wilder parts outside the city, and he knew that they frequently used this one for solitary training. Today, he was planning on starting some ‘training’ of his own. The mutated raptor looked down at his hands and the nozzles on them. He tweaked the settings again, shifting it from the acid bursts that were his stock in trade to the newer goo that he had put together for this. A smart latex that he had been working on for the last few weeks, it should give him the edge that he needed against their tech genius. A footstep caught his attention, pulling Spittor further into the greenery out of caution. He slowly looked up, his eyes narrowing as he peered through the greenery. Standing just a few feet away was Stegz, the tech genius of the Extreme Dinosaurs, and probably the closest person to his own role on their side. He had clashed directly with the stegosaurus a number of times, and he had often gotten off the poorer for it. There was not much that he could do against the other’s brawn, though he could occasionally out-think the other guy. This time, he was hoping that he could get more than that. Spittor shifted forward just a bit, shifting his weight on the balls of his feet as he aimed one of the nozzles at the other dinosaur. The green-scaled stego seemed to have no idea he was there, and was barely dressed in more than a pair of spandex shorts. Well, that worked for him. He could use that. [i]Don’t miss. Don’t miss. Don’t miss.[/i] With a snarl, the raptor finally pulled the trigger, and the black ooze shot out in the shape of a hyper-condensed ball. It slapped Stegz right in the back, knocking the bigger male over right then and there. Wasting no time, the raptor leaped from the bushes, pulling another piece of equipment from his waist. A visor, one that was set to glue itself to another’s face as soon as it detected scales beneath the border, and one that was already activating, turning on and displaying little lights and readouts. “Come here, you!” He grabbed Stegz by the shoulder, pulling him up. The green dino turned to face him, but it was too late. Down came the visor, and on went the program. “Nnnnngh!” Stegz threw his head back, obviously trying to throw the visor off, but it was already glued to his face. He swung his tail out, and that, Spittor was too slow to dodge. Thrown backwards by the blow, the magenta dinosaur groaned, hugging his middle. The hit had knocked the air clean out of his lungs… But the job was done. Groaning, but smirking nonetheless, Spittor rolled himself to the side to watch the process. The black ooze had already started spreading up and down the stegosaurus’s spine, covering all those dangerous ridges and leaving them little more than decorations. They were blunted, smoothed, and as Stegz reached back, trying to pull the ooze off, the latex spread from the back to the dinosaur’s hands, covering them. This was a special sort of latex, made up of many nanites that all had different programming. Some were made to bind with the dinosaur’s scales, covering him so that he was completely smooth rather than bumpy. Some were designed with the idea of rendering him harmless, taking away his claws and spines. And some… [i]Hehehe…[/i] Spittor cackled as he dragged himself to his feet, seeing the bulge in the hero’s tight shorts. It was getting bigger and bigger, throbbing forward until it verged on ripping right through those shorts. Of course, the latex would be able to contain it, but for now, it was focusing on getting the poor guy much, much more aroused. And the visor looked to be doing its job, too. Stegz was still grunting, still swinging his arms around in a desperate attempt to push the latex away, but his movements were getting slower, and he could see that the dinosaur’s eyes were starting to glaze over as he stared at the pretty patterns in the visor. He was next to harmless now, and as the latex started to climb up and over the bigger dinosaur, Spittor walked up to stand behind him. “Hehehe, you always were a stubborn one.” “Spittor…get me…out of this…” “No.” He reached around, gripping that bulge. It was definitely bigger than he would have credited the egg-head for, but it was something to play with. As Stegz groaned, arching his back and thrusting his hips forward, Spittor only grinned more. “What’s the matter? I thought you were so smart. Did all your brains go down here once you started getting hard?” “Mmph…mmph…mmm…” The other dinosaur’s grunts were quickly turning into moans, his resisting grimace starting to warp into a smile. The visor was obviously doing its work, programming him to enjoy being touched, to enjoy submissions to raptors. He fed that with a few good, tight strokes of that latex-coated shaft, teasing it to get harder and harder. Stegz barely managed a groan as the latex continued to spread over him, coating his hands and feet in balls of it to render him little more than a poseable doll. The raptor chuckled, pulling his arms up to look like he was cheering to his own corruption. “You will make for a good slave…a good helper to break down the rest of the team.” There was no response, only a slow, pleasurable groan as the stegosaurus’s tongue hung out, his eyes lighting up with the pleasure that he was getting. Spittor laughed, leaning in, whispering in the other dino’s ear as he started giving that cock a real stroking, a tight, hard pull. “You do what I tell you, you big idiot…and I’ll make sure that you get all the fun that you ever want…” The other dino nodded slowly, his hips slowly humping forward, and Spittor knew that phase one had gone off without a hitch. Time for phase two. ############################################ [b][u][center]The Capture of Spike For Sanmer By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] “So, what the hell is this new machine for?” Stegz smiled as he tapped a few buttons on his tablet, looking over his shoulder at the stripped-down Spike behind him. The triceratops still had his underwear on, mostly for modesty reasons, but all his other clothes had been kicked to the side of the room on the stegosaurus’s insistence. He would have preferred that the triceratops be completely nude, but he knew that Spike wasn’t going to give him that. Not willingly, at least. “It’s a mental training exercise,” Stegz explained. “The visor pushes different situations into your brain, and it slowly trains your body to know how to do different things.” “Like other martial arts?” “That, or different recipes,” he said. The chef and fighter nodded. “I’m up for that. Let’s see what this can do.” Knowing that the device was capable of far more than what he was saying, Stegz nodded. He walked over to the chair, pulling on some of the restraints that pinned the triceratops down. “Remind me why I gotta be tied up again?” “The training can be a bit…jarring, and the equipment – and its connection to your brain – is a bit delicate. We don’t want you messing it or yourself up, do we?” “…Yeah. Probably for the best…does it gotta be so tight, though?” “…Yes. Yes it does.” As the triceratops grumbled, he pulled the leather straps around Spike’s chest, arms, and legs as tight as he could get away with. He would have preferred tighter, considering what he was going to do, but he wasn’t Spittor, and even if he was that cruel, he needed to make sure that his cover as part of the Extreme Dinosaurs didn’t get broken before he was ready. After all, a traitor was only as good as his cover. “Ready?” “Ready,” Spike muttered. Stegz pushed the button on his tablet, and the process began. He could see the program uploading from his device to the visor, and made sure to keep the words ‘Spike Slut’ out of sight. After all, the last thing he needed was his teammate realizing what he was doing. The triceratops stared straight ahead as he had been told, looking at the designs while Stegz knelt down by the base of the chair. There was more machinery to this than he had told his teammate, and he needed to get it attached, soon. “Mmmph…what’s the…why is it showing me tied up?” the triceratops asked. “Just part of the process.” “It’s weird…it’s making me look naked…” “Don’t worry. Just keep watching.” He surreptitiously pulled Spike’s shorts down, allowing the other dino’s cock to flop out into open air. He had to do it slowly and carefully, but so far, Spike looked like he was so interested in the display that he hadn’t noticed. Shredding the clothes as quickly and quietly as he could, Stegz dragged the other part of the machine up. A cock pump, one that was designed to both inflate and milk a member, was the other part of this training. He spat inside of it, spreading it around like a makeshift lube, and then slowly slid the triceratop’s soft cock into the tube. There was a small grunt from his friend, one that almost made him stop, but he knew that there was no turning back now. And besides, the bands should hold the other guy down. As long as he had been at least a little affected by the hypnotic visor, he should be fine. Should be. There was a jolt as he turned the cock milker on, the triceratops groaning, thrusting his hips against the bindings. “What the – Stegz, what are you – mmmph! Mmmmmmph!” It was a fairly high-powered cock milker, too, one that he had gotten specifically designed for him and his team. They were too big and too tough for normal ones to have much of an effect, so he needed something more…industrial. As the machine sucked and pumped away, he stood up and moved behind his friend again, rubbing his shoulder as he stared into the visor, the program still burning through his mind, tweaking it, changing it, adding the things that the Raptors wanted. And Spike was only barely able to fight it. It was rather charming, in a way. The muscular man was pushing himself hard, begging to escape the straps, but the program was already sapping his strength, and the pleasure of the tube… There was no denying that Spike was enjoying himself, his cock leaping up and throbbing hard inside of the glass tube. It was twitching, growing, the pressure of the cock milker making it thicker and longer, filling out the tube that much more. Pre-cum was dripping from the head of his dick, too. Stegz pressed a button on his tablet, initiating the next part of the mental training through the visor. He could tell when it was uploaded because Spike’s mouth dropped open, almost looking like he was sucking on a cock. Sure, the expression on his face was anything but willing, but there was no doubt that the triceratops thought that he was sucking a cock, getting face-fucked, trained in the arts of oral. A little push on the pressure meter for the cock milker took some of that resistance off, though, giving Spike the look of someone confused, the face of someone that wasn’t sure if he wanted this. That would fade in time, he knew. The visors that Spittor had given him were very, very good at their job, and if they worked on him… Well, he [i]was[/i] the only one with any brains on the team. If it could affect him, train him, then he was sure that everyone else would be easy pickings, particularly once Spike was on his side, too. “That’s it, big guy...let it all out...let the visor and the milker do the work...You just sit there and let them train you to be a good pet…” ################################# [b][u][center]The Capture of Bullzeye For Sanmer By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] Having been shown his proper place by Stegz, Spike started cooking up a plan of his own to convert the next member of their team into their proper place. After all, if he and Stegz were going to be under the Raptors, then it stood to reason that the rest of the group should be too, right? And if that was the case, why not go after the slacker, first? “Why do we have to train?” Bullzeye asked, the Pteranodon groaning as the triceratops led him down the stairs. “I mean, come on. It’s not like there’s anything that we’re not prepared for. And I’m a flyer, for fuck’s sake.” Spike rolled his eyes as he always did, though this time for a more simple reason. The constant complaining was just what Bullzeye did. The flyer was the laziest of the bunch, and he never wanted to do anything that wasn’t either shopping or just flapping about. He always got around to it in the end, but this time, Spike wanted to speed it up. “Look, you do this, and I’ll make you your favorite dinner.” “You serious?” “Yeah.” “Gonna be meat.” Ordinarily, that would have been a gag-worthy statement from the Pteranodon, but Spike already planned to be eating meat. Just not the cooked kind. “Fine by me.” “Seriously? Man…this must be some important training.” [i]More important than you know.[/i] They reached the bottom of the stairs, and Spike pointed the flyer towards the weight bench. They were both down to little more than underwear, with him wearing a speedo of sorts and Bullzeye wearing briefs. The latter sat down, pulling at one of the dumbbells from the side, but before he could get started, Spike pulled out a pair of red visors. “What are those?” the flyer asked. “Supplementals. Stegz came up with them.” “Heh. They gonna make this more fun?” “Like you wouldn’t believe.” He passed the larger visor to the flyer, waiting for him to put it on. As soon as he did, the inside started flashing with colored lights, and he knew that there would be subliminal words flashing through the screen. He remembered that with his, and remembered how hard his cock got in the process, too. The urge to start sucking cock was already flaring up inside of him, and he barely suppressed it as he sat down at one of the other benches. He had to give it time, he knew. That was what Stegz told him about the visors. They needed time to work before they could get started. He turned on his own, planning to use the time to start putting himself deeper into hypnosis, further into his own loyalty to the Raptors. As the light started flashing in front of his eyes, the familiar phrases started rising out of the blurry mess. [i]Serve the raptors.[/i] [i]Be a good pet.[/i] [i]A good pet sucks cock.[/i] [i]Be a good pet and suck cock.[/i] [i]Cock is good.[/i] [i]Cock is delicious.[/i] [i]Suck cock and be a good pet.[/i] The triceratops struggled against the brainwashing, not because he didn’t want to be a good pet, but because he knew that he needed to be awake enough to help Bullzeye through his own journey into slut-hood. He groaned as his cock started throbbing up higher and higher in his speedo, sitting so that it wasn’t so visible. The words kept going by, making him crave the taste of dick in his mouth, the feeling of another male’s balls. The very thought of having a good dick in his mouth and going down his throat only turned him on further. Finally, he glanced over at the Pteranodon and groaned in relief. The other guy was already sporting an erection that was begging for attention, and he could see that it was already starting to drool in Bullzeye’s briefs. He put down his weights and shuffled over, kneeling down at the foot of the weight bench. “Mmph…this visor’s something else, man.” “Yeah, heh, wait until you see this part.” He tugged the other dino’s underwear off, pulling them right off his ankles and throwing them across the weight room. Bullzeye groaned, looking down through the visor, almost stopping his workout before – “Mmmph…fuck…oh god…” The Pteranodon groaned as his dick was swallowed down, and Spike barely hid his own bliss at finally getting what he wanted. The taste of pre-cum running over his tongue felt amazing, far better than the imitation of it in his fantasies. He bobbed his head forward, sucking the entire dino dick down his throat before pulling back to just the head, swiping his tongue along it. “Keep working out, man. You need the training.” “Yeah…need…training…mmmph…” The flyer’s tongue was already starting to hang out, showing that he was dipping deep into the fantasies that the visor were giving him. From what Stegz said, the visor that was given to the egghead had been made to turn him into a geek slut. Spike was an oral slut. And Bullzeye here was going to be an anal slut. Didn’t mean that he couldn’t suck on that dick, though. He lowered his other hand to those big, fat balls, rolling them around on the palm of his hand, grinning as he saw the spirals start to form in the other dino’s eyes. It wouldn’t be long now until Bullzeye was ready to take his turn. Spike started bobbing his head up and down a bit faster, knowing he’d need to hurry if he wanted a good load before the programming was done. [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]