He didn’t want to do this at first. In fact he actually protested loudly against it in front of the whole group when they were deciding on using him as a distraction to get him and the main group in while the others work on making Nana look like she was catching the common cold, just as Thrax did Frank, to put off the feds. Thrax smiled and told everyone that Ozzie was just a little nervous and being modest, and assured them that he would do whatever his Master asked, but as soon as they went home to their private chalet, Ozzie knew too late that he had behaved wrongly and that he had no options to back out from this after about 5 long minutes of being spanked with the belt until he almost couldn’t walk properly.
Embarrass me in public and disobey me again and I will make you wish you were never born, Ozzie remembered him saying after reducing him into another teary, begging mess from the punishment he received, and remembered waking up briefly in the middle of the night to feel something cold and soothing rubbed on his painful bruises on his ass and a harsh bark from Thrax to ignore it and go back to sleep. Now, as he realized that his butt didn’t hurt as much as last night as he walked, he wondered if it had anything to do with his Master last night.
“Hey there, pretty thing. Watcha doing here?” Ozzie was greeted by the security guard that was in charge of monitoring the cars that went into the brain department. His partner looked at him in disapproval.
“Keep your eyes on the cars, Max, not on the ho-s. You there, get outta here! This is a restricted area!”
“Aww, c’mon, Hilton,” the said Max tried to ease off his partner. “He’s just lookin’ for a good time, ain’t cha, pretty thing? ‘Sides, that was the last car. There won’t be any more cars late at night after this. You love those cars so much, be my guest,” he then turned to Ozzie and continued, “So, what can I do for you, sweet thing?”
“I’m kinda wanna get in,” Ozzie scratched his chin nervously, “coz I got a call for a job from someone who said he worked here. I was kinda hopin’ like you guys could let me in. Y’know, gimme a clearance pass or somethin’…”
“Outta the question, bitch!” the partner Hilton pushed Max aside before Max could say anything. “Nobody enters here unless they are personnel from the brain department. Unless you actually work here, you better beat it!”
“Hey, c’mon, Hilton,” Max protested. “You’re scaring him. Don’t mind him, he’s just a little on the UST side, y’know, ‘unresolved sexual tension’?”
“I am not having unresolved sexual tension!” Hilton shouted at him. “Can you take anything seriously for once?!”
“Please, guys, just this once?” Ozzie pleaded, giving them the look he used to give the Chief or Leah whenever he wanted something desperately from them. “My boss will have my neck if I don’t meet the quota. I mean, this guy pays well…”
“I said beat it, ho! You’re not welcomed here…”
Ozzie suddenly let out a gasp as he fell into Hilton’s arms. Gripping hard at the older cell’s sleeves, he realized that he had totally forgotten about that.
“Hey, hey, wassup with you?” Hilton tried (but not exactly trying really hard) to push Ozzie away. “Don’t think for one minute that you can just reel me in or anything!”
“S…Sorry…I got, um, weak ankles…” Ozzie tried to give an excuse but let out another yelp as it happened again. He fell deeper into Hilton’s arms, crossing his legs as he tried to hold back his moans. No…No more, Master…Please… Ozzie begged inwardly, feeling very embarrassed as it was.
“What is that sound?” Max came close to Ozzie and looked down to see the younger cell’s crossed legs. His eyes lit up with interest and tapped Hilton’s shoulder, “Well, well, well. Would you look at that, Hilton?”
Hilton looked towards the direction his partner was pointing and noticed an abnormal bulge between Ozzie’s legs. Pulling the cell into their security booth, they saw that Ozzie’s crotch was in a rather abnormal shape and it was actually vibrating. Max reached down to pull off Ozzie’s pants to reveal that the cell’s manhood was actually sandwiched between two little remote-controlled vibrators that were tied together with plastic string. The vibrators vibrated from slow to fast in intervals, making the poor cell squirm, the tip of his cock leaking with pre-cum. Max and Hilton looked at each other and back at Ozzie questioningly.
“The…The client I’m meeting…We…We’ve met this morning and…and…he put it on me before he came to work…This…This is his calling card, that’s why…” Ozzie tried to explain his way out of it. Last thing he wanted was to tell them the truth and get punished—or killed—by Thrax. Besides, who would believe him anyway especially now that he gave this sort of impression to the security guards?
The security guards looked at each other again for a few moments. Hilton jerked his head at Max to check outside, in which Max complied, looking out to see if there were any cars coming in. Seeing that there was none, he pressed the button to lock down the gate entrance and closed the door of the booth.
“Well, we might give you a break, just this once,” Hilton said as he loosened his tie a little. “But only if you let us have our way with you first.”
“Um…Well…” Ozzie didn’t know how to reply that. This was not part of the plan. He had not foreseen this happening.
“Now you’re talking!” Max grinned as he clapped his partner’s back. “I’m sure your client wouldn’t mind letting us have a go on you now, would he? What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”
“But it would definitely hurt you.”
Without warning, the two security guards were grabbed by the back of their head and shoved through the controls of the booth. Both of them let out a long strangled scream as they twitched and jerked from the electrical current that surged through their whole body, literally burning them alive. It felt like eternity as Ozzie watched the poor guards shriveled into a thin frame and slumped to the floor, the smell of burnt membrane stung his nose.
“I was right, baby,” Thrax’s voice finally reached the cell’s ears, bringing him back to focus. “You need a vibrator, and the vibrator needs you. What a perfect combination you two are.”
“I thought you said no one is allowed to touch me,” Ozzie said grudgingly as he put on his pants.
“I meant what I said, baby. Didn’t you see what I’ve done to those who do?”
“You made them touch me in the first place.”
“Aww, baby. Are you upset now? My bad,” Thrax said as he pulled Ozzie close to kiss his forehead. “You weren’t really giving much initiative to distract the guards from seeing us. I had to give you a hand. But look at the bright side, all our men have infiltrated the place, thanks to you. You did a pretty good job. Now it’s off to the hypothalamus chamber for us.”
“Can you take off the vibrators now? Please?” Ozzie frowned as he followed Thrax to join the others who were waiting at the secret entrance into the brain centre.
“Not yet,” Thrax said as he took out the remote control from his pocket and pushed the level up to about a quarter, making the cell wince and fall on his knees, the colour started to form around his cheeks. “I want you to enjoy it some more. I want to see how wet you can get without being able to cum. You’re still not entirely done being punished yet from last night, remember? Come now, baby. You don’t want to make them wait.”
Ozzie gritted his teeth and struggled to get back on his feet before following behind Thrax’s wake, trying to ignore the vibration that was bringing his cock back to life again.
“Yes, Master.”
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Thrax and Ozzie sat on the shelf of Nana’s doll collection as they watched the obese girl slowly slipped away. The mission, as Thrax would put it, was a success. After the immunity force radioed in to tell that they have succeeded in diverting the feds to pay attention on the common cold symptoms, Thrax and his team moved on to do their hypothalamus grand heist. While the team subdued the securities and knocked out the mayor and his aide, Thrax and Ozzie made their way to the hypothalamus chamber. The virus got rid of the professors there with ease and Ozzie was told to stand back and watch while Thrax broke the barrier and extracted the hypothalamus DNA from the huge rotating chromosome. Ozzie was fascinated and terrified at the same time, watching firsthand how Thrax was able to do what he had done to Frank. Putting the DNA into his chain, he slashed the immunity cells that came to report in their progress into half and made his getaway, carrying Ozzie with him. Before they knew they were betrayed, Thrax had already jumped out of the window with Ozzie and deserted them at the brain centre, gliding away towards the mouth area.Because most of the immunity was either stuck at the brain centre being arrested or at the common cold sites, there was not enough backup to give chase after Thrax and Ozzie. Thrax, using his killer claw to scrape against the uvula floorboard, took Ozzie tight in his arms and braced for the impact as the irritation he created from the scrape forced Nana to cough them out. They rode with the wind and glided to the nearest spot they could get before they sat there and watched as the inhabitants of the city of Nana crumbled and burned away along with her. Ozzie saw the medicine bottle for coughs and colds and a wet towel put across her forehead, but he knew it would not do her any good.
There was going to be tears the next morning. Thrax made sure of that.
“A job well done, ain’t it, baby?”
“Um…Yeah…” Ozzie muttered. He would’ve felt bad for Nana if it weren’t for the thing between his legs that was briefly forgotten because of the excitement.
“What is it, baby? Something bothering you?” Thrax turned to him and saw the perplexed way Ozzie hugged his legs close to his chest, his breathing erratic. “Oh, I see. We almost forgot about that one, didn’t we?”
So saying, Thrax took out the remote control he still kept in his pocket and upped the vibration level a notch, making Ozzie yelp as he arched his back to the sensation.
“Let me see how wet have you become. Spread your legs for me.”
Ozzie, trembling as he went, sat with his legs spread in front of Thrax. There was quite a big wet patch where his crotch was supposed to be and as the vibrator carried on its ministrations on Ozzie’s manhood, it got even bigger, totally drenched with his pre-cum.
“No…No more…Master, please…I can’t…”
“That’s not exactly my problem, isn’t it, Jones?” Thrax chuckled as he turned off the vibrator. “You’ll have to cum alone on this.”
Ozzie couldn’t suppress the pout that formed on his lips over Thrax’s meanness.
“Do it for me, baby. Cum for me as I watch.”
Ozzie obeyed. He took off his pants and untied the tight string around his cock and removed the vibrators that held his release captive. Thanks to his partially infected body, the glow around his membrane made him very visible for the virus to see. He could feel Thrax’s yellow eyes bore into him as he reached his hand tentatively towards his own member and started pumping. Ozzie tried to suppress his moans by biting on his finger as he masturbated, but Thrax reached out his claw and pulled it out of his mouth.
“Don’t hold back. I want to hear you scream. Scream my name as you cum, baby.”
Ozzie finally let go of himself, moaning and groaning as he continued pumping himself into a frenzy. His breathing became more and more erratic as he could feel himself coming close to the edge. The inner explosion was just dying to come out since he had the vibrator on when he was distracting the guards at the brain centre and he knew it wouldn’t be long till he lost control. Thrax mischievously nudged his sac a little with the flat side of his normal claw to tease him and he was done for. Screaming out Thrax’s name, his seed exploded all over his hand and stomach, his body arching in an almost impossible angle as he rode out the tremors before finally slumping onto the flat ground beneath him, gasping breathlessly. Thrax leaned forward to lick the cum that was on the cell’s hand.
“You did well, baby. If only you could see yourself now. You look so sexy.”
Ozzie could barely hear the last words as he fell into slumber from the afterglow.
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