翻译了一下四个小图包里面的一个，放到最后面了，虽然很想多翻译一些但是实在没那个精力，而且基本上是看图写话了，主要是作者大部分图包都是受视角，题材也比较单一，所以看多了有些大同小异的感觉，加上剧情都非常短，总是让人忍不住自由发挥往上加戏，不过你们会原谅我的

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_1_UMBRA（extras）
Prologue: A Stormy Encounter
Narrator:
It’s a cold, rainy night in Tokibara, a quiet town where nothing exciting ever happens—or so Taka thinks. His small apartment sits on the edge of town, a cozy but cramped space with a balcony overlooking the dark, misty streets. The weather tonight is relentless: heavy rain pounds the windows, and gusts of wind rattle the glass doors. Thunder booms in the distance, giving the night a tense, almost like something dangerous is lurking just out of sight. Inside, Taka is tucked into bed, trying to sleep through the storm. He doesn’t know that a pair of glowing eyes is watching him from the balcony. Suddenly, a sharp crimson light cuts through the rain, illuminating a tall, shadowy figure standing outside, drenched and unmoving.

Narrator: His heart hammers as the glass door rattles, not from the wind but from something deliberate. Pounding. Insistent. Taka catches his breath, but curiosity—a foolish one—drags him from the warmth of his bed. Trembling, he shuffles to the balcony door and slides it open. He feels the cold biting his skin.
Taka: “W-Who’s there? Hello? I… I’ll call the cops!”
Narrator: The figure steps closer, a low growl humming in the air. Yellow eyes glint like molten gold, piercing through the dark. The scent of rain and something primal—musky, dangerous—floods Taka’s senses.
Umbra: “Finally, I get to see you up close, Taka. You’re even more delicious than I dreamed.”

Scene 1: The Doppelgänger Revealed
Narrator: The figure—Umbra—steps into the dim glow of the apartment’s lights. A mirror of himself, but twisted into something otherworldly. His skin is pale yet shadowed, etched with glowing sigils that pulse with forbidden energy. Small, leathery wings twitch at his back, and his naked body gleams, rain-slick and unashamed. His cock, thick and heavy, sways with every step, a silent promise of what’s to come.
Taka: “W-What the hell… you… you look like me! Who are you?!”
Umbra: “No need to tremble, sweet thing. I’m Umbra, your shadow, your demon… and fuck, I’m here to worship you.”
Narrator: A sudden heat blooms around Taka’s crotch, and he gasps as a glowing sigil—intricate, pulsating—appears through his thin pajamas. It throbs sync'd with his racing pulse, undeniable proof of the Lust Demon buried within him.
Taka: “What’s happening?! This… this isn’t normal!
Umbra: “Oh, Taka, you feel it, don’t you? That heat, that pull… I can smell it. The Lust Demon inside you—it’s fucking singing to me. My blood’s been boiling, my cock aching just thinking of you. I’ve watched you, stroked myself to your every move… and now? I can’t hold back.”
Taka’s Inner Thoughts: He’s insane! He’s… he’s a monster! Why is my body so hot? Why can’t I move?
Narrator: Taka stumbles back, aiming for the safety of his room, but Umbra’s hand flicks with eerie grace. The glass door slams shut, locking with an invisible force that hums with dark magic.
Umbra: “No running, love. You’re mine tonight.”

Scene 2: Tangled in Desire
Narrator: A glowing red tentacle unfurls from Umbra’s back, sinuous and alive, its tip glistening like it’s hungry for flesh. It lashes out, coiling around Taka’s waist and yanking him forward. Umbra’s hands are on him in an instant, strong and possessive, pinning him against the demon’s rain-slick chest.
Taka: “Let me go! Please, I—I don’t want this!”
Umbra: “Oh, but you do. Your body’s screaming for it. Look at that sigil glowing, begging for me to claim you.”
Narrator: The tentacle moves with wicked precision, slithering under Taka’s shirt and tearing it away in slow, deliberate strips. His pants follow, leaving him in nothing but his underwear, the fabric clinging to his trembling thighs. Umbra’s hand clamps over Taka’s mouth, muffling his panicked gasps.
Umbra: “Shhh, love. As much as I’d love to hear you scream my name, we don’t need nosy neighbors ruining our fun, do we?”
Narrator: Umbra’s tongue, hot and wet, drags along Taka’s neck, tasting the salt of his fear and the pulse of his arousal. The tentacle dips lower, teasing the waistband of Taka’s underwear before slipping inside, its slick tip brushing against his cock.
Taka: “Mmph! S-Stop… oh god…”
Umbra: “Fuck, you taste like sin. So pure, so ripe. Your scent’s driving me wild, Taka. I could devour you right now.”
Narrator: The tentacle curls around Taka’s shaft, stroking with a rhythm that’s both torturous and intoxicating. Taka’s body betrays him, his cock hardening under the demon’s touch, his muffled moans growing desperate.
Taka’s Inner Thoughts: No, no, this is wrong! But… fuck, it feels so good…
Umbra:“I can’t wait anymore, Taka. I need to feel you, taste you… I need to fuck you until you’re screaming for me.”

Scene 3: Penetrated
Narrator: The tentacle tugs Taka’s underwear down, leaving him exposed, his cock throbbing and slick with precum. Without warning, a thinner tendril snakes toward his tip, probing the sensitive slit before wriggling inside. Taka’s scream is a mix of shock and twisted pleasure, his body arching against Umbra’s grip.
Taka: “N-No! Oh fuck, what… what are you doing?!”
Umbra: “Opening you up, love. Getting you ready for me. Fuck, your screams are music… keep going, let me hear how much you love it.”
Narrator: Umbra’s free hand toys with Taka’s nipple, pinching and twisting until he writhes. The demon’s cock, impossibly hard, presses against Taka’s ass, its heat searing through his skin. Slowly, deliberately, Umbra pushes inside, the stretch burning and overwhelming.
Umbra: “Fuuuck… your hole’s so tight, squeezing me like it’s starving. You’re made for this, Taka—made to take my cock, to feed that Lust Demon inside you.”
Taka: “It… it hurts… but… oh god, don’t stop…”
Taka’s Inner Thoughts: I’m losing it… I shouldn’t want this, but I do. I want him deeper… what’s wrong with me?
Narrator: The tentacle inside Taka’s cock pulses, sending waves of pleasure-pain through him, while Umbra’s thrusts grow harder, each one claiming him deeper. The sigil on Taka’s crotch glows brighter, a beacon of his awakening desire.
Umbra: “That’s it, love. Open up for me. Let me fuck that hungry little hole until you’re begging for more.”

Scene 4: Climax
Narrator: The room fills with the wet, rhythmic slap of skin on skin, Umbra’s thrusts relentless and primal. His breath is hot against Taka’s neck, his tongue lapping at the sweat and fear, savoring every shudder. Taka’s moans are louder, unrestrained, as the tentacle inside him writhes in sync with Umbra’s cock.
Umbra: “Fuck, you’re perfect… so fucking perfect. You ready for me, love? Ready to take my cum and make that Lust Demon sing?”
Taka: “I… I can’t… it’s too much… oh fuck, I’m gonna—”
Narrator: Umbra’s pace quickens, his growls vibrating through Taka’s core. With a final, brutal thrust, he buries himself deep, his cock pulsing as he floods Taka with hot, thick cum. The sensation pushes Taka over the edge, his own release exploding in a messy arc, the tentacle milking every drop as he screams.
Taka: “F-Fuck! Oh god, yes…!”
Umbra: “Yesss… that’s it, love. Cum for me. Let it all out.”
Taka’s Inner Thoughts: I… I can’t think… it’s like I’m drowning in him… and I don’t want to stop.
Narrator: The sigil on Taka’s crotch flares, then fades, as if sated—for now. The tentacle slips free, leaving him trembling and spent in Umbra’s arms.

Scene 5: Afterglow
Narrator: Both Umbra and Taka pant in the aftermath, their breaths mingling in the humid air. Umbra’s cock slides out with a wet sound, a trail of cum dripping down Taka’s thighs. He keeps Taka pinned, licking his neck with slow, possessive strokes.
Umbra: “Fuck, that was better than I ever imagined. You’re not just a vessel for the Lust Demon—you’re a fucking masterpiece.”
Taka: weakly “Why… why me? What do you want from me?”
Umbra: “Everything, love. Your body, your screams, your soul… and I’ll be back for more.”
Narrator: Umbra’s teeth graze Taka’s neck, biting just hard enough to leave a small, possessive mark. Taka gasps, pain mingling with a strange warmth that spreads through his body, lulling him toward sleep.
Taka: “No… please… I don’t…”
Umbra: “Shhh, sleep now, my precious. I’ll be watching you from your dream."
Narrator: Taka’s eyes flutter shut, his body slumping in Umbra’s arms. The demon lays him gently on the bed, his yellow eyes glowing with satisfaction. As the storm rages on, Umbra melts into the shadows, leaving only the bite mark—and a promise of more to come.

_2_NEOCYBERDRAMON

Prologue
Narrator: A jagged rift tore open the sky above Obsidian City, unleashing a force of unimaginable power. From the dimensional breach emerged a sleek, alien predator, his form clad in glossy black latex, metallic wires weaving across his body, and a jagged metal plate crowning his head. He called himself Neo-Cyberdramon Unit, Code: Neos, a warrior from another dimension with strength that defied earthly limits. Obsidian City buckled under his onslaught, skyscrapers crumbling into dust. The Obsidian Force, the city’s elite superhero team, threw everything they had at him, but they were overwhelmed, their defenses shattered. Among them stood Morton, the strongest hero, a hulking bull of a man with superhuman strength and a defiant spirit. Even he, however, was no match for Neos. Now, defeated and bound, Morton faces the alien conqueror, his fate uncertain.

Scene 1: Defeat
Narrator: In the heart of the ruined city, Morton kneels amidst rubble, his muscular frame battered and slick with sweat. Sticky goo binds his hands behind him, pulsing faintly as it holds him captive. Neos looms over him, his glossy latex body reflecting the flickering flames of the devastated city. With a clawed hand, he grabs a fistful of Morton’s hair, yanking him to his feet with effortless strength.

Morton: “Well, shit… heh… never thought I’d get my ass kicked by some interdimensional freak. You’re one hell of a monster, I’ll give you that. cough Thought we were untouchable around here…”
Neos: “Pathetic. Your comrades fell like flies, yet you still have the nerve to run your mouth. Your defiance… it’s intriguing.”
Morton: “What can I say? I’m a talker. So, what’s it gonna be, big guy? You gonna end me or just stand there staring?”
Neos: “End you? That would be such a waste. I like your fire, bull. The others groveled, but you… you’ve got potential. I think I’ll keep you.”
Morton: “Keep me?! What, you wanna take me out for a spin first? Sorry, pal, I’m not that easy. Maybe over a dinner but I don't see you as a romantic kind.”
Neos: “Hah! Mouthy little bull. I’m gonna have fun breaking you. Maybe I’ll fuck that smart-ass attitude right out of you.”
Morton: “Whoa, hold the fuck up! You’re one twisted bastard, you know that? What kinda alien fetish shit are you into?!”

Scene 2: Stripped
Narrator: With a flick of his clawed hand, Neos rips away the tattered remains of Morton’s superhero suit, leaving him stark naked. Morton’s muscular body is exposed, his broad chest heaving, his thick cock hanging heavy between his thighs. He growls, but the goo binding his hands leave him powerless, at the mercy of the alien predator circling him.
Morton: “Fuck you, you sick prick! What’s this ‘candidate’ bullshit? You gonna sell me off or something? Keep your damn claws off me!”
Neos: “Sell you? No, bull. I’m claiming you. You’re too valuable to discard. Now, let’s see how well you follow orders.”
Narrator: Neos raises his hand, and a glowing blue light pulses in his palm. Thick, viscous blue slime drips from it, writhing as if alive, its glow casting eerie shadows across Morton’s trembling form.
Neos: “Open that mouth, bull. Wide. You’re gonna love what I’ve got for you.”
Morton: “What the fuck?! You’re not shoving that glowing shit into my—mmph!”

Scene 3: Probing
Narrator: From Neos’ glowing palm, a swarm of slick, blue tentacles erupts, wriggling with aggressive hunger. They lunge forward, one coiling around Morton’s throat while others force their way into his mouth and wrap around his cock, probing deep into his urethra. Morton’s eyes bulge, his muffled screams echoing through the ruined city as his body shakes violently, caught between pain and an overwhelming, shameful heat.
Neos: “That’s it, bull. Take it all. Feel those tendrils stretching you. You’re strong—stronger than the rest. That’s why you’re perfect. This is a gift. I’m making you into something magnificent. My pawn, my weapon.”
Morton: “Glluurrrphhh! Mmmph!”
Inner Thought (Morton): Fuck, it’s too much! My throat, my dick—it’s like they’re alive! I can’t… shit, it’s… it’s fucking intense!
Narrator: Morton’s cock twitches despite the violation, a humiliating heat spreading through his core. The tentacles pulse faster, pumping alien energy into him, making his skin burn with an electric, otherworldly power.

Scene 4: Transformation
Narrator: The tentacles pump thick, glowing liquid into Morton’s throat and cock, his body convulsing as the alien substance floods his veins. His eyes roll back, his muscles tensing as pleasure and pain blur into a maddening haze. A slick, glossy goo seeps from his pores, coating his legs and creeping upward, encasing him like a second skin. It’s rewriting him, transforming his flesh into something alien, something like Neos himself.
Morton: “Hahh… hahh… what the fuck did you do to me, you bastard? My body… it’s… it’s not right anymore!”
Neos: “It’s better now. Can’t you feel it? The power surging inside you? That’s my DNA merging with your weak flesh. Compared to these lower life forms, you’ll become their GOD.”
Morton: “Why… why the hell would you do this?”
Neos: “Because you’re too perfect to kill. I see potential in you. You’ll be my tool, my soldier… maybe even my pet. chuckles Don’t worry, I’ll come back for you when you’re ready.”
Inner Thought (Morton): This power… it’s like a fucking volcano inside me. But it’s his. It doesn’t feel right. Shit, what am I turning into?

Scene 5: Transformation Complete
Narrator: The goo envelops Morton’s entire body, hardening into a sleek, latex-like suit that mirrors Neos’ own, complete with metallic wires snaking across it, binding it to his flesh. Morton collapses to the rubble, his body heavy with exhaustion, barely conscious.
Neos: “My work here is done. Take care of that new form, my "Hero". It’s a gift… and a chain. We’ll meet again.”
Morton: “You… bastard…”
Narrator: With a flicker of light, Neos vanishes, leaving Morton alone. As he slips into unconsciousness, the faint blue glow in his veins pulses, a silent reminder that the alien’s hold on him is far from over.
Inner Thought (Morton): I’m still me for now… I think. But this power… it’s alive. And I don’t know if I can fight it.

_3_SUBSECRET
Prologue
My name’s Taka, a pro footballer with a dirty little secret. On the field, I’m all grit and glory, chasing the ball with a fire in my gut. But off the pitch? I’m a fucking mess of forbidden desires, my cock twitch at the sight of my teammates’ sweat-soaked bodies, their musky socks, their chiseled calves flexing with every sprint. Goddamn, those men drive me insane. I’m deep in the closet, too chickenshit to admit I’m gay, let alone confess my sick obsession with being owned, fucked raw, and used like a toy.
Fuck, just imagining them celebrating a win by pounding my holes makes me leak. I want their cum dripping down my thighs, their hands bruising my skin. But I can’t tell anyone… especially not him, my crush. He’d probably puke if he knew how bad I want his cock. So, I keep my fantasies locked tight, except for those nights when I sneak away to the Drone Den—a sleazy BDSM club where I can let go. No judgment, no shame, just me on my knees, begging to be broken. It’s the only place I feel alive.

Scene 1: Drone Den Arrival
Inner Thoughts: The Drone Den’s changing room is a grimy concrete box, walls stained with years of filth and lust. I’m standing in front of a rusted locker, peeling off my sweat-soaked jersey and shorts, my muscles slick with sweat. My hands shake as I slide into this transparent latex suit—it snaps tight against my skin, hugging every inch like it’s claiming me. The hood, the cock sheath, the condom-like cover over my ass… it’s all so fucking humiliating, and I love it. I secure the cockring, and my erection strains against the latex, already throbbing so hard it hurts. This suit… it’s like a second skin, turning me into a proper slave. My hole’s begging already, twitching at the thought of what’s coming. I step into the playroom, a cold cell with a latex sheet on the floor and chains hanging from the ceiling. I kneel, spread my thighs wide, and fasten heavy chain cuffs around my wrists, locking myself in. God, I need someone to wreck me tonight.
Dialogue:
• Taka: “Fuck, I’m ready… let’s do this.”

Scene 2: The Masters Arrive
Inner Thoughts: The cell door creaks open, and my heart pounds as Master Frey steps in, a hulking beast in a leather boots. That bearded jaw, that predatory grin—he’s so damn hot, I’m already leaking just from his shadow falling over me. His friend, leaner but just as intimidating, smirked like he knows every filthy thought in my head. Frey’s boots thud on the concrete as he circles me, his eyes burning into the latex clinging to my body. Fuck, I can feel his gaze on my cock, my ass, my everything. He kneels behind me, his rough hands brushing the sheath over my hole, fingers teasing the outline. That voice, those hands… I want him to ruin me, make me scream. I’m his, and I’m so fucking ready to be used.
Dialogue:
• Frey: “Look at this sorry little slut, all chained up and spreading like a bitch. You’re fucking pathetic.”
• Taka: “Yes, Master… I’m yours. Use me, please.”
• Frey: “Oh, I see that cock twitching. Your hole’s probably drooling too, isn’t it?”
• Taka: “Yes, Master… it’s ready for you.”
• Frey’s Friend: “Shit, Frey, this one’s eager. You gonna tear him apart?”
• Frey: “Gonna do more than that. This toy’s getting wrecked tonight.”
Narration: Frey unzips his leather pants, and I nearly choke at the sight of his thick, precum-slick cock. He drags it across my ass sheath, leaving glossy trails on the latex, and my whole body trembles. His hands grip my hips, holding me like I’m his property. Then I see him reach for a massive butt plug on the table, its surface gleaming like a fucking weapon. My hole clenches, but I’m so ready to be stretched.
Dialogue:
• Frey: “Feel that, slut? That’s my cock teasing you. But first, we’re opening that hole.”
• Taka: “Please, Master… I need it. Stretch me.”
• Frey: “Heh. Greedy little pig.”

Scene 3: Plug Play
Inner Thoughts: Frey’s coating that monstrous plug with lube, and I can hear it dripping onto the latex sheet below, each drop fills me with excitement. He presses the blunt tip against my sheath, circling it slowly, teasing me until I’m shaking. Then he pushes, and the plug’s girth forces the latex to stretch, outlining my hole as it starts to give. My body jerks, chains rattling, as it sinks deeper. It’s fucking huge, burning my insides, but it feels so goddamn good. Frey pauses, letting the widest part stretch me open, then rams it in, the base locking tight. I’m gasping, my hole screaming, but he tugs it out with a wet pop and slams it back in, fucking me with it in a brutal rhythm. I’m gonna cum if he keeps this up… I’m such a fucking slut for this.
Dialogue:
• Frey: “Scream all you want, bitch. This plug’s just the warm-up.”
• Taka: “Master! It’s so big… don’t stop, please!”
• Frey: “Look at that hole sucking it in. You’re made for this, aren’t you?”
• Taka: “Yes, Master! I’m your slave… fuck me harder!”
• Frey’s Friend: “Haha! Damn, he’s loud. Whole club’s getting a show!”

Scene 4: Fisting Proposal
Inner Thoughts: Frey yanks the plug out, and my body slumps, thighs trembling as lube drips from my stretched sheath. I’m panting, my hole gaping, but we're nowhere near done. Frey looms over me, grabbing a tub of lube and slathering his hand and forearm until they’re glossy up to the elbow. His eyes lock onto mine, that sadistic glint making my cock leak harder. His fist? Shit, I’m scared, but I want it so fucking bad. I need to feel him inside me, owning every inch of me. I’m his… completely. He kneels again, his slick fingers brushing my gaping sheath, and I’m already begging in my head for him to destroy me.
Dialogue:
• Frey: “You took that plug like a pro, slut. Now I’m gonna shove my fist up that hungry hole.”
• Taka: “Yes, Master… I’ll take it. Anything for you.”
• Frey: “That’s right. Spread wider, and don’t you dare back away.”
• Taka: “I won’t, Master. I’m ready… please.”
• Frey’s Friend: “This is gonna be good. Break him, Frey.”

Scene 5: Fisting Frenzy
Inner Thoughts: Frey’s fingers slide into my sheath, and the stretched latex barely resists as he pushes deeper. His knuckles press against my rim, and then his whole fucking hand sinks in, his wrist disappearing inside me. My body convulses, chains clanking as I scream, his fist splitting me apart. It’s too much, but I love it—I’m nothing but his toy now. The cell echoes with wet, squelching sounds as he moves, pulling out slow then slamming back in, his arm pumping with relentless force. My head lolls forward, spit dripping from my lips, and I’m so close to cumming I can barely think. I’m his whore, his slave, and I’d beg for this forever.
Dialogue:
• Frey: “Fuck, your hole fits me like a goddamn glove. You’re eating my fist, slut.”
• Taka: “Master! It’s so deep… I can’t—fuck, keep going!”
• Frey: “Beg for it, bitch. Tell me you need more.”
• Taka: “Please, Master! Go deeper! I’m your whore, just… don’t stop!”

Scene 6: Gaping Finale
Inner Thoughts: Frey pulls his fist out slowly, and my body collapses forward, chains straining as my chest heaves. My ass is still spread wide, the sheath stretched to show off my slick, gaping hole. I’m wrecked, ruined, and I’ve never felt so fucking alive. Frey stands, wiping his arm on a rag, that satisfied smirk telling me I pleased him. His friend claps slowly, stepping closer to inspect my broken form, and I’m proud of every tremble in my thighs. Frey kneels again, uncuffing my wrists with a gentleness that makes my heart stutter, then helps me to my feet, steadying me as I wobble. My hole’s destroyed, and I’m already craving more. I’m a slave, his slave, and I’d do this all again tomorrow.
Dialogue:
• Frey: “Look at that gaping mess. You’re a proper fucktoy now.”
• Taka: “Thank you, Master.”
• Frey’s Friend: “Damn, Frey, you destroyed him. Bet he’s gonna limp for days.”
• Frey: “Good boy. You earned your rest… for now.”

_4_VACUUM3（ANIMATION）
Prologue: The Ambush
Narration: Taka shuffled home after a long day at the office, his tie loose and his mind foggy from too many spreadsheets. The city’s neon lights buzzed softly, but a strange energy prickled his skin. Footsteps echoed behind him—slow, deliberate. Before he could glance back, three men in sleek, full-body leather coats stepped into view, their grins half-hidden under hoods.
Narration: Taka’s stomach flipped, half from nerves, half from a weird spark of curiosity. He tried to back away, but one guy moved like lightning, gently but firmly pinning his arms. Another pressed a sweet-smelling cloth to his face, the scent dizzying but not harsh.
Inner Thoughts: Whoa, what the hell? This is... is this a prank? Gotta get outta here—oh, fuck, my head’s spinning...
Narration: His knees wobbled, and the world blurred into a warm haze. Vague sensations washed over him: being carried, the hum of a sleek car, hands peeling off his clothes with surprising care. In a softly lit room, they laid him on a cushioned table, a plush leather pillow under his head. His shirt and pants were snipped away, leaving him bare. Then, a cool metallic ring clicked around the base of his cock, humming softly, sending delicious tingles through his shaft.
Inner Thoughts: Oh god, what’s that? What are they doing?
Narration: The ring pulsed, slow and teasing, coaxing his cock to swell and throb. Taka’s breath hitched, his body buzzing with unwanted pleasure as his consciousness faded.

Scene 1: Snug and Stimulated
Narration: Taka snapped awake, his body wrapped in a slick, skin-tight latex vacuum bed that hugged every inch of him like a lover’s embrace. The material was warm, glossy, and snug, molding to his muscles and making his skin tingle with every tiny movement. A wide, soft rubber tube in his mouth let him breathe easily, each inhale cool and steady. His cock, achingly hard, poked through a snug hole in the latex, the metallic ring still buzzing, sending waves of pleasure rippling through his groin.
Inner Thoughts: Holy shit, this is intense. I’m trapped in this... thing. But damn, that buzzing—it’s driving me nuts! Gotta focus, gotta get out...
Narration: He wiggled, testing the latex’s grip. It held him firm but not painfully, the material squeaking as it caressed his skin. The ring’s vibrations intensified, making his cock twitch and leak a bead of precum. A nervous moan slipped through the tube. Then, the click of boots approached, and his pulse raced, a mix of dread and shameful excitement.
Dialogue:
Taka: "Mmph! W-what’s going on? Let me out!"
Narration: His voice sounded small, but the tube let it carry. Three figures stepped into view, their glossy rubber suits glinting under the soft lights.

Scene 2: Playful Inspection
Narration: The rubber-clad men circled Taka, their suits creaking, their masked faces unreadable but their voices dripping with playful lust. Taka’s cock throbbed under the ring’s relentless buzz, fully exposed and embarrassingly eager. The latex bed amplified every sensation, making his skin hypersensitive.
Dialogue:
Rubber Guy 1: "Damn, look at this stud. Nice pecs, tight abs. He’s gonna be a star in our little... project."
Rubber Guy 2: "And that cock? Rock hard already. Bet he’s loving this deep down."
Rubber Guy 3: "Let’s see how he handles the real fun. Ditch the ring, give him the hands-on treatment."
Narration: One guy, his gloves slick with lube, popped off the metallic ring. Taka’s cock sprang free, pulsing with need. The guy’s hand wrapped around it, stroking slow and firm, each glide sending electric jolts through Taka’s body.
Dialogue:
Taka: "N-no! Stop it! This is fucked up!"
Rubber Guy 1: "Aw, don’t be shy. Your cock’s telling a different story. Feel that? Nice and slow, just how you like it."
Taka: "I don’t—fuck, I don’t like it! Get off me!"
Rubber Guy 1: "Oh, you will. We’re just testing you, see if you’ve got the stamina to join our crew. Gonna make you a sexy rubber drone, you'll work for us, feeling good all the time."
Rubber Guy 2: "Shit, look at that dick throb. He’s a natural. Gonna be our best yet."
Narration: Taka squirmed, the latex squeaking as he fought the pleasure. The stroking was maddening, the glove’s slick grip milking him with expert precision. His balls tightened, the sensation overwhelming.
Dialogue:
Rubber Guy 3: "Fuck, he’s hot when he squirms. Keep going, make him beg for it."
Rubber Guy 1: "Not yet. Gotta see how long he lasts. Cum too quick, and he’s not drone material."
Inner Thoughts: This is crazy. I shouldn’t... oh fuck, it feels so good. No, I can’t let them win. But my cock—shit, it’s too much!
Narration: The pleasure was relentless, a heady mix of shame and ecstasy. Taka’s moans grew louder, echoing through the tube, his resistance crumbling under the onslaught of sensation.

Scene 3: Explosive Release
Narration: The rubber guy’s strokes sped up, his hand a blur of slick, tight pressure. Taka’s body quivered, every muscle taut as the pleasure built to a fever pitch. His cock pulsed, leaking precum, the latex bed amplifying every twitch and shudder.
Dialogue:
Rubber Guy 1: "Hold it, stud. Don’t blow yet. Show us how strong you are."
Taka: "F-fuck you! I can’t—ngh, shit!" muffled, desperate
Rubber Guy 1: "Come on, fight it. Be our perfect drone. You’re so close."
Rubber Guy 2: "He’s gonna burst. Look at that cock—fucking gorgeous."
Narration: Taka’s hips jerked, the latex creaking as he battled the inevitable. The guy’s hand was merciless, pumping fast, fingers teasing the sensitive tip. With a strangled cry, Taka’s body convulsed, and he came—hard. Thick spurts of cum painted his latex-clad chest, glistening under the lights.
Dialogue:
Rubber Guy 1: "Holy fuck, that’s a load! Look at him go!"
Rubber Guy 3: "Goddamn, he’s a fucking fountain. This guy’s a keeper."
Inner Thoughts: Oh god, I... I couldn’t stop it. Why did that feel so fucking good?
Narration: Taka’s chest heaved, his breaths loud through the tube. His cock twitched, still sensitive, as the aftershocks of his orgasm pulsed through him.

Scene 4: Post-Release Tease
Narration: The rubber guys stepped back, their suits glinting as they admired their handiwork. Taka lay there, cum splattered across his shiny latex body, each breath steady through the wide tube. One guy produced a small vial, scooping some of Taka’s cum with a gloved finger, his touch lingering teasingly.
Dialogue:
Rubber Guy 2: "This is gold. His output’s off the charts."
Rubber Guy 1: "Told you he’s prime drone material. More tests to come—gonna push you to your limits."
Taka: "W-what the hell? You can’t just... do this to me!"
Rubber Guy 1: "Oh, sweetheart, we’re just getting started. You’re gonna love being our sexy rubber soldier. Pleasure like this, every day? You’ll be begging for it."
Taka: "Fuck off! I’m not your damn toy!"
Rubber Guy 3: "That’s the spirit. Keep fighting, makes it hotter when you finally give in."
Narration: The guys chuckled, their boots clicking as they sauntered out, leaving Taka alone in the softly lit room. His cum cooled on the latex, a sticky reminder of the pleasure he couldn’t deny.

Scene 5: Alone and Overwhelmed
Narration: Taka’s breaths echoed through the tube. His body buzzed from the orgasm, his cock softening but still sensitive. His mind raced, caught between panic and a shameful thrill.
Inner Thoughts: What the fuck just happened? These guys... they’re nuts. Turning me into some kind of sex drone? No way. But... shit, that felt insane. I can’t let them get to me.
Narration: He wiggled, the latex squeaking as he tested its hold. It was snug, unyielding, but not uncomfortable. He shouted into the tube, his voice carrying but unanswered in the empty room.
Dialogue:
Taka: "Hey! Someone! Get me outta here!" muffled, frustrated
Inner Thoughts: No one’s coming. I’m stuck. But I’m not giving in. They can’t make me their... whatever the hell they want. Right?
Narration: Exhaustion tugged at him, but a stubborn spark burned in his chest. They wanted to mold him, but Taka wasn’t ready to surrender—not yet.

taka，我们敬爱你口牙

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