Here is the final commission for :IconVir-no-vigoratus:
It took several days to complete and get the poses properly animated, but it's done now XD There are 7 other Versions open on Patreon, for October. I'd really appreciate your support if you like my work :)
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This is a special kind of training protocol, designed to teach new drones the limit of their influence. It never fails to keep them in line, or between a superiors' legs. It can happen whenever necessary, or desired by a superior. Ever since Strad got on Zero's good side, the two have been rather 'intimate' within the breakroom.
Of course, that breakroom doubles as a room to break in newer employees. The smaller roo has learned to accept and relish in the personal training Zero subjected him to everyday. The suits were designed to bar all non-permitted sexual activity, but admins like Zero could do whatever they pleased. Even with the suit preventing any substance from making direct contact with his body, Zero's verile girth easily stretched him open and deposited its hot load with no problem. The suit was only external, so the throbbing wet cock of his superior had no problem welcoming itself in, one it slipped past the tight latex cling to his hide.
The suits latex properties supercharged Strad's nerves to any form of personal contact, so every single time he was mounted, it shot a thrill of pleasure through his body. Under the powerful hypnosis, and waves of pleasure, the idea of saying no could never enter his mind. His legs shook from the experience. While Zero had full power to unload into him, the suit restricted him from having his own form of climax. The feeling of perpetually being so close, and yet so far away, was the most surreal experience he ever had in his life. In an instant, his cock would vanish in a null seal, trapped beneath a bulge of latex that no orgasm could escape. The feeling of frustration and ectasy was overwhelming, and overshadowed every other feeling in his body.
This gut filling experience would continue for the rest of his employment, and he was very eager to see what else lay in store for him. His previously destroyed life had been rebuilt... so he had nothing to lose in staying. He had grown to love being reduced to a cocksleeve for his benevolent captors... and they had no qualms with pounding him silly, and pumping him with cum at any moment they pleased.