Ozzie looked incredulously at the clothes that were laid before him on the motel bed. Thrax grinned.
“Of course. I’m your Master, and as your Master, I insist you wear something that compliments me for tonight’s journey.”
Ozzie picked up the shirt and studied it. Not exactly a decent-looking shirt, considering that it was some sort of flexible black fabric that only reached past his chest.
“This is a friggin’ girl’s midriffs!” Ozzie exclaimed. “You expectin’ me to go with you wearing girl’s clothes?!”
“Given your attitude, I wouldn’t put past you whining and griping like one anyway and,” Thrax flexed out his killer claw, its glow menacing and threatening, “I’d hate to punish a pretty lil’ baby like you, don’t you agree, Jones?”
Ozzie shrank back. As much as he liked to scream his head off and protest till the cows come home, he still valued his life. He hung his head low.
“Y-Yes, of course, Master.”
“Good boy,” Thrax retracted his claw and patted the cell’s head, making the cell flinch. “Now put them on and throw out that ridiculous outfit you cling so much to. The slumber party is about to start.”
Reluctantly, he nodded and made his way to the bathroom to change. Ever since Thrax burnt off his clothes to infect him with his viral DNA, Ozzie had no choice but to rely on wearing the motel’s spare shirt and pants kept in the wardrobe, which made him occasionally itch. He was glad to be rid of them now, but wasn’t exactly too thrilled to don his new ones.
“Are you done? Don’t keep me waiting, baby. I don’t want to be late.”
Praying to Frank that he would not look ridiculous, he quickly put on the clothes Thrax gave him. As soon as he came out of the bathroom, Thrax admired his handiwork. As suspected by Ozzie, the black shirt was a sleeveless midriff that reached just below the cell’s chest, revealing his middle. His pants were a quarter long that only ran as far as down half of Ozzie’s thighs. The only thing that contrasted was the cell’s shoes.
“Take the shoes off. You won’t be needing them any longer.”
“N…Not my suede-s! It cost me a fortune to…”
Thrax’s killer claw twitched a little as a warning. It was all Ozzie needed to obey him. Sadly, he toed off the shoes and stood there forlornly, awaiting his Master’s next orders.
“Turn around.”
Ozzie did as he was told. The clothes were not only flexible but body-fitting as well. The pants wrapped itself just right around Ozzie’s ass, pronouncing the shape perfectly. Thrax told him to turn around again and tapped his chin thoughtfully.
“Still missing something…” Thrax noted while playing with his hypothalamus chain he confiscated from Ozzie last night. Looking at the chain, it gave him an idea, “C’mere, baby.”
Ozzie walked tentatively towards the virus. Impatient, the virus pulled him closer and put the chain around Ozzie’s neck. He maneuvered until the part with the hypothalamus DNA was entirely around Ozzie’s neck before using his killer claw to cut the chain, then heated up the chain to connect the loose ends on Ozzie’s neck together, fashioning a collar. He later connected the other half of the chain he cut out and fingered it again in his hand, smiling proudly.
“Now you look absolutely stunning, baby,” Thrax commented. “That’ll do for now. Once we move into the next city, we’ll see if we could get you a leash to go with that collar.”
Ozzie touched the hypothalamus chain that was now his collar. It felt soothingly cold around his neck, despite the fact that this was the exact DNA that regulated the temperature of the entire body. He had initially thought the DNA would be sort of warm to the touch, but he was mistaken.
“Shall we make a move, baby?”
As much as he didn’t like it, Ozzie had no choice but to take the virus’ hand and made their way out of their motel room into unknown territory.
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Nana was a glutton who ate anything and everything and it was her insatiable appetite that contributed to the growth of the Love Handles Community in the city, in which Thrax and Ozzie were in at the moment. Like the body, its inhabitants were just as gluttonous. Only about a handful of the city’s people were truly concerned about Nana’s health but was met infuriatingly with the majority’s contentment to stay the way it was. It couldn’t get any better than this to lay low for the virus and the cell. As much as Ozzie hated to admit it, he knew Thrax would take this city down in no time flat.
After checking into a private chalet at the community’s six-fat hotel (posing as a rich, eccentric couple who valued their privacy) and doing a little bit of grocery shopping around the area (since everything served in the hotel was enough to clot all blood vessels of a human body), Thrax ordered Ozzie to fix dinner at the chalet kitchen. Where Thrax got the money for all this, Ozzie didn’t want to know.
“But…But I’m not much of a cook…” Ozzie replied, which was true. If he were left alone in the kitchen for two minutes, he would have to call the fire department. This little bachelor cell was highly dependent on take-outs, and it showed.
“Then you will learn,” Thrax replied. He eyed around the kitchen and saw a dusty-looking cookbook on the top shelf where the seasoning was supposed to be. He took it down and flung it at Ozzie. “Looks like you’re in luck. This chalet is being very accommodating. Get a move on, baby.”
Poor Ozzie had no choice but to comply lest he wanted to be punished again. Scanning through the cookbook to see whether any of the ingredients he had fit a particular dish, the cell set to work, following the instructions to rule as he sliced, diced, chopped and cooked their dinner. Thrax, who sat at the dining room reading the newspaper, stole a look at the serious Ozzie trying his best to make a decent meal and grinned, an evil thought coming across his mind.
“Working hard, I see?” Thrax said huskily as he came into the kitchen, taking a whiff at the food he was cooking. So far, so good.
“I…I’m almost done, Master…” Ozzie replied hurriedly. “Just give me a few more minutes…Ah, M-M-Master, what are you doing?”
Without warning, Thrax held Ozzie’s hands firmly onto the sides of the sink and put a glass on each of the back of his hands. He opened the bottle of cold coke they bought and poured its content into both glasses.
“Stay still and don’t spill,” Thrax ordered, “or you’ll be punished.”
So saying, Thrax reached to turn down the fire of the stove until it was simmering so that their dinner would not boil over. He took the coke bottle and touched the ice-cold bottom of it onto Ozzie’s cheek, making the cell tremble.
“M…Master…it’s so cold…” Ozzie whimpered.
“Yes, it does,” Thrax Thrax said in a low tone as he trailed the bottle along the cell’s jaw line. “Makes you feel good, doesn’t it? To feel a little bit of coldness on that warm, soft membrane of yours?”
“P…Please stop…It’s really cold…”
“I’m your Master and I can do whatever I want. Remember that, baby.”
“Y…Yes, Master…Do as you will to me…”
Thrax chuckled before removing the bottle off Ozzie’s face. He took a jar of pickles and took out one, sucking the sour-ish preserved solution off it. Ozzie wondered what he wanted to do with the pickle, but right now he had to concentrate on keeping the glasses balanced on his hands.
“You have never been entered before, have you, Jones?”
Ozzie looked at the virus with wide, confused eyes. What was he trying to imply on? Of course he had never been entered! He was a straight, honest-to-goodness cell who was interested in the female species! There was no way…The pickle soon became very clear to the cell as to Thrax’s intentions.
“Answer the question, Jones,” Thrax growled impatiently.
“N…No, Master…Never…”
“Which means you’re more or less a virgin, ain’t ya, baby?”
“Y…Yes, Master…” Ozzie stammered, thinking, If you mean virgin as in ‘that’ way, heck yeah!
“Since this is your first time, I’ll be easy on you,” Thrax said as he finished sucking and licking all the solution off the pickle. Capturing the cell’s waistband, he pulled the quarter pants down till his buttocks were showing. He then backed away to admire the perfectly-shaped ass.
“Take off the rest of the pants yourself, baby. I want to see you move.”
“B…But the drinks will spill…”
“Then you’ll just have to be careful now, won’t you? Stick your butt out more. Gyrate your hips more. Move more boldly, more daringly. Make that pants fall for you.”
Ozzie struggled to follow his orders. He could feel the glasses threatening to fall and tried to keep his hands as flat as possible while he moved his butt to work the pants off. After much struggling he managed to get the pants down all the way to his knees and let it slip down into a careless pool around his ankles. He sighed in relief as the glasses were still safely balanced on his hands, but he could feel the content of the glasses starting to trickle out from the brim.
“Good boy,” Thrax purred as he came close to Ozzie. He sucked the pickle some more for good measure before teasing the tip of the pickle around the cell’s entrance, making the poor cell gasp in shock. He probed the hole a little before saying, “Now this will burn just a little bit, but if you remain still and be a good boy, it’ll soon feel good. Understand?”
“Yes, Master,” Ozzie breathed, trying to ignore Thrax’s statement about it ‘burn just a little bit’.
Slowly, bit by bit, Thrax pushed the pickle into Ozzie’s hole. Ozzie bit his lip, trying hard not to scream out. Thrax was right; it actually had a slight burning pain for a moment but due to Ozzie’s physical structure and the saliva- (and solution-) coated pickle, it slid in quite easily and the pain disappeared as quickly as it came. Ozzie wanted to grip hard on the side of the sink but it would mean dropping the glasses. Thrax timed his thrusts with Ozzie’s labored breathing. Whenever he breathed in, Thrax would inch the pickle just a little bit deeper and when he breathed out, Thrax would pull it out but not all the way. Deeper and deeper the pickle went until it finally hit the spot that made Ozzie see stars in his mind’s eyes. Ozzie couldn’t control his body as it arched forward to this new sensation and, to his horror, made him drop both glasses onto the floor with a crash, spilling the coke everywhere.
“I told you not to spill it, didn’t I?” Thrax warned as he stopped his ministrations. “Now you are going to be punished.”
Ozzie trembled. He braced himself for the pull to the virus’ lap and be spanked, but somehow it never came. Instead, he heard the sound of a zipper being undone and the virus’ bark to turn around.
“Walk on your hands and knees to me,” Thrax ordered as he pulled himself out of his opened fly. When Ozzie was close enough, he gestured at Ozzie towards his manhood. “You know what to do, don’t you, baby?”
“I…I never done this before…” Ozzie admitted, staring at the member in trepidation.
“Now would be a good time to practice, wouldn’t it?” Thrax smirked, then took Ozzie’s hand and made him hold his manhood. “Start off by licking it slowly. Focus on the tip first, then make your way downwards.”
Ozzie swallowed for a moment before hesitantly sticking his tongue out to lick the tip. He flicked his tongue at the tip for a while, then started licking around it in circles, tasting a little of Thrax’s pre-cum as he went. Using his elasticity, he stretched his tongue until it wrapped around Thrax’s cock all the way to the hilt, licking every inch of it. He kept at it for a while, seeing that Thrax was purring in enjoyment and was obviously into it. After a while, the virus reached over to push Ozzie’s mouth deeper, inclining that he wanted more than just having tongue all over him. Ozzie opened his mouth wider and took in as much as he could, sucking him hard so as to please him.
“Move your head, baby. Suck and lick at the same time. You’re doing pretty good so far.”
Ozzie obeyed, bobbing his head in and out as he sucked, licking the hole of the head as he went. Thrax ran his claw through the cell’s hair as he growled in pleasure at the cell doing fellatio on him. It actually felt pretty good, considering that it was Ozzie’s first time doing this. The virus wondered whether Ozzie was truly as innocent as he claimed to be as Ozzie carried on, his lips sucking along the cock before putting it back in his mouth again, his fear and initial disgust over doing this sort of thing slowly dissipating. While he sucked and licked, the cell remembered that the pickle was still stuck in his anus and remembered the feeling when Thrax made the pickle hit on the spot that made him dizzy and ecstatic all over. Tentatively, he reached his hand over to the pickle and tried to copy what Thrax did to him. This time, the pickle hit it much faster and despite his mind screaming at him to stop this nonsense, his own cock came to life as Ozzie thrusts the pickle, assaulting the spot and making him moan in pleasure against his better judgment. Thrax could feel the vibration of Ozzie’s moan on his cock and saw him doing what he thought he would never do. He chuckled inwardly.
“Starting to be bolder now, aren’t you?” Thrax asked. “As I recall, I have not given you permission to touch yourself.”
Ozzie stopped thrusting and looked up at Thrax in fear. The virus could tell that Ozzie was trying to convey his frantic apologies through his eyes. He pushed Ozzie’s head to make him let go of his cock.
“I’m…I’m sorry, Master…I don’t know what got into me…”
“You’re starting to enjoy this, aren’t you, baby?”
“I…No…” Ozzie looked away in denial. “That’s not true…”
“Don’t bother denying, Jones. As your Master, I know everything that’s going in my own slave’s mind, even if you don’t know it yourself.”
So saying, he grabbed the cell’s shoulder and pushed him to the floor. Holding down Ozzie’s face against the floor with one hand, Thrax removed the pants off the cell’s ankles and made him raise his ass, spreading his legs apart. He took hold of the pickle and started thrusting hard, hitting the spot over and over again. Ozzie let out moan after moan as the bundle of nerves within him was assaulted and sending electrical jolts all over his body and hot white flashes going in and out in his mind’s eyes. Thrax chuckled deviously as he pressed the pickle even deeper, probing against the prostate in circles and making Ozzie scream even louder. Ozzie could feel the pit of his stomach tightened and was about to lose it.
“N…No…! Stop…! I’m…I’m going to cum…!!”
“Not yet. This is your punishment,” Thrax pushed the pickle harder and deeper into Ozzie before releasing his hold on Ozzie. “You are not to cum without my permission. You must make me cum first.”
Ozzie whined in protest at the loss but he had to comply with Thrax’s wishes, especially when the virus twitched his killer claw again as a warning. He got back on his knees and did his blowjob again, sucking and licking for all its worth. He tried to use his elasticity again, wrapping his tongue around the cock as he sucked to maximize his Master’s pleasure and make him cum quicker. Thrax growled again in pleasure and amusement as he watched the cell trying his best to make him cum. He picked him up and made him sit against the wall while he literally fucked his mouth.
“Don’t worry, baby,” Thrax said as he thrust into the cell’s mouth. “I won’t make you choke. Touch yourself. I want to see you fuck and pump yourself at the same time, but do not cum.”
A rational Ozzie would’ve downright protested against this, but now with the pickle in his ass and his cock begging for release, his aroused side couldn’t care less as he surrendered himself to this, throwing every rational thought out of the window. He took his manhood and the pickle and thrust and pumped at the same rhythm, while continuing to suck as much as he could at the virus’ man meat going in and out of his mouth. He wanted to hold back the incoming explosion within him as Thrax ordered, but the sensation was too much for him to bear, what with the pickle sending him pleasurable jolts now and again as his prostate was hit and the cock that he was masturbating throbbing painfully in his hand. His body could only hold back from the double assault for so long. Letting out a strangled and muffled scream, he lost control and climaxed all over his hand. A few moments later, Thrax followed after as he pulled out and squirted his seed all over the cell’s face. Both of them panted breathlessly as they rode out their tremors, Thrax leaning against the wall with his arms as support and Ozzie slumping against the wall, his hands fell to his sides.
“Didn’t I tell you not to cum before me?” Thrax growled as he put himself back in and zipped his fly. “You can’t hold back, can you? Just like a woman.”
Thrax pulled the pickle out, making the cell wince, and threw it out of the kitchen window. Whatever happens to the fate of that pickle was no longer their concern. He then picked up the pants and wiped the cum off the cell’s face.
“Finish making my dinner and wash these pants,” Thrax ordered. “You are not to eat until I’m done. You hear me?”
“Y…Yes, Master…” Ozzie breathed as his body slowly regained its motor skills. Slowly, he cleaned the floor of the coke and the broken glass and carried on making the dinner without his pants. He served the food on the table before making his way to wash his pants. While it dried, Ozzie sat across the table with a towel around his waist and watched as Thrax ate his dinner, hoping that it was to his satisfaction.
“You make a pretty fine dinner, baby. Didn’t think you had it in you.”
Ozzie lowered his head, not sure whether to thank him or just blush quietly. He didn’t think he had it in him either. Guess it’s true that desperate times make you do things you never knew you could do.
“Grab a plate. Have a taste of your own food. You deserve that much.”
Ozzie nodded and went quickly to the kitchen and returned with a plate. He scooped a generous amount into his plate and went to his seat before eating it. To his surprise, it actually tasted quite good.
“Eat up, baby. We will be meeting some people later. Our plan will be in motion soon.”
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Ozzie looked warily at all the cells that were gathered around them while he was forced to sit on Thrax’s lap. Surprisingly, instead of approaching germs and bacteria-s to help him out with his master plan, Thrax had gone to the immunity force for help. Apparently there was quite a lot of corrupted cops in the city of Nana who wanted nothing more than to get out of this stupid, fat-infested body and move on to some place better than their sad excuse of a city, and they didn’t mind taking down the city if it meant freedom. He had arranged a secret meeting with the immunity force in a private booth at the local bar of the Love Handles Community and told them about his plans to take down the city through the hypothalamus grand heist, promising them that once his plan was complete, he will take them along with him along the ride to go to another body and to a better city. Everyone was thrilled with his charismatic promises, but Ozzie, through experience, knew that the virus had his fingers crossed behind his back.
“Is your little pet of yours coming along with our joyride?” one of the cops asked as he eyed Ozzie from head to toe. Ozzie could tell that look was nowhere near decent.
“He will be part of the plan, in a way,” Thrax replied. “He is the perfect example of how he managed to leave his city unscathed, so I assure you all that you will receive your dues.”
“He’s quite the looker there,” another cop said as he slid closer towards the cell. “Is he for the taking? I wouldn’t mind having a piece of him…”
Before the cop was able to touch Ozzie’s chin, Thrax flexed out his killer claw and slashed the hand off. The venom traveled up the poor cop’s arm and throughout the body and before he knew it, he was boiled alive, turning into a mass of red puddle on the seat he was sitting on, making the other cops cower away lest it would infect them as well.
“This baby is mine and mine only,” Thrax growled, brandishing his killer claw threateningly at each and every one present in the private booth while holding Ozzie possessively close to him. “Nobody, and I mean nobody, touches my property. Do I make myself clear?”
The cops all nodded in fear, promising profusely that they would not touch what was his. Thrax, after making sure everyone cowered in his mercy, retracted the claw and made Ozzie get off his lap and stand beside him so that he could discuss his plans a little more in-depth.
Ozzie was not sure whether to feel relieved or afraid of what just happened.
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