Fully Equipped

This take part after Testing Limits, final pre chapter before Hell week happens.

Enjoy the porn, CW- DOM/SUB Pet play, fisting, e-stem

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"Khemo's Robotics and Enhancements" Tralen muttered to himself as he walked the streets of the Irondome. He was finally given a chance to explore at his own leisure here without his friends following him. And there was no way in hell he was doing this with them around. He hoped that the name of the shop was right. Pisacha sounded like he wasn't sure if it was the right name since he's never been over here, but Tralen couldn't leave here without the part he ordered him to get. His cage pulsed in his pants as he felt a little tense. It's been days since he left and while Tralen has kept himself busy, the thought of getting home to his Prince has kept him feeling needy as hell. He couldn't even risk fingering himself without potentially misfiring and getting punished. 

 "Damn it where the hell is it? Should I try asking for directions? Would it be weird if I did?" Tralen thought as he to himself. He assumed this was potentially a sex shop considering the theme of their fun, but who knows? Either way Tralen looked for any possible map or landmark he could use to find his shop. As advanced as the Irondome was, it was still a new place he was still unfamiliar with. If it wasn't near the tram stations, he was gonna get lost.

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The side of town Tralen ended up going towards in his search for the store was a more...darker side of town. It wasn't dark in the sense that it was foreboding but moreso it had that dingy aesthetic. It seemed to be a part of town that was more secluded than the main metropolis, still inside but quieter than most sections. It actually seemed more Warforged-populated than most as they wandered the sidewalks, though they were accompanied by Goblin handlers. Goblin and Warforged alike seemed to be more...intune with each other in this section of town, usually wearing similar clothes or working on similar trades. Tralen would pass by one shop of a goblin and warforged selling street food from a truck, both with aprons and knives raised to chop meat and vegetables. Another shop saw a Warforged removing one of its own arms and instead installed a long pole-like arm in order to help steady a sign on the roof while other goblins nailed it to the wall. Further still, another shop saw one Warforged with no limbs attached resting on a table while another Warforged was chiseling and drilling into the limbs on another table, examining and repairing internal wiring while its handler watched and examined carefully to spot more defects. Altogether, this place seemed more synergistic with their Warforged creations.

Before Tralen knew it, a lucky turn of a street showed him the neon sign he was looking for. It looked like a very small, meager sized shop that had a more expansive backroom by the way it was constructed. Small and unassuming in the front, but more than plenty of surprises inside. There it was, Khemo's Robotics and Enhancements. Upon entering inside, Tralen felt the air shift to a more stale yet slightly sweetish smell in the air. The place had the look of a chop-shop lobby where the back rooms were probably the dirtier part of the room but the front was nice and inviting. Maining the front desk was a relatively younger looking goblin, roughly in his early to mid 20s,

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"Well, this looks promising." Tralen says as he enters the store. For a while Tralen thought it was gonna be something like Prabutiv, but it seems to be a workshop of sorts. Seems like a lot of warforge would show up here. 

"Excuse me lad, don't suppose you work here, do ya?" Tralen says as he approaches the goblin. He looked up and down the mass of tattoos that clung to the goblin. It seemed so contrasting to the glasses, but he wasn't the type to assume much. "I'm looking for a certain product if you are. Called a... Ruinic Attachment?" Tralen says as he tries to remember what Pisacha said it was. "Looking for a certain one that's my size though."

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"Oh hey there!" The goblin spoke up, looking a bit surprised that a customer came at this time of day, which Tralen could tell since he was in the middle of setting up merchandise. His voice definitely seemed more on the nerdy side than the punk side. "Welcome to Khemo's, I'm Khemo." He chuckled. "What can I do for ya?" 

After listening to Tralen's request, he adjusted his glasses. "Runic Attachment eh? You got a suit already or something else that it can attach to?"

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"Well no, I was told to get a kobold tail version and not much else." Tralen says as he thinks it over on how he's going to explain this if he has to go any further. Tralen was getting mixed signals from this Khemo lad. His glasses and demeanor says sweet innocent lad, but the ink and spiked collar says he's into some stuff. How weird would it be for Tralen to say, 'My Dom wants me to get this tail for sex'?  

"This is all pretty new for me, I came here because a friend referred me here. Said you'd explain the rest, sorry if that’s a little odd."

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"I think he's that kind of customer little guy." A voice spoke behind one of the doors to the backrooms. "I'll take it from here~"

For the shortest of moments, Tralen could see the goblin's face light up in surprise, and would've probably transformed into a blush if it wasn't for what happened next. As the door behind him opened, a leash flew through the opening and latched onto the back of Khemo's collar. In that same instant, the goblin audibly strained his throat as the leash tugged backwards towards the door. And emerging from the door was a tall, broad-chested, built 'looking' warforged come into view. This Warforged was wearing a tight leather harness over his chest, or rather it was painted onto his chest with great detail. His 'pants' were almost like swim trunks with a kind of black and white stripe pattern, and the top of his head was carved in a way where it resembles a certain little black beret that Tralen was getting familiar with the further down he went this kinky road. Khemo was brought to the ground on all fours, choking and straining from the leash intentionally tugging back on his neck as this Warforged put a 'boot' on his body and leaned over the counter. There seemed to be some form of animated face on him, replicating a smug knowing grin.

"So, other little guy, I take it you're here for the fun stuff?~"

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Where Khemo would have blushed, Tralen was there to pick up the slack. Seeing the leash made Tralen's cage tighten as the goblin was collared and on all fours so quickly. He could vividly see himself and Pisacha doing just that in the future, but with less clothes. 

"I suppose I am. My..." Tralen looks the warforge up and down and decides that this is totally the place where he can be blunt. "My Dom is wanting me to go shopping here before I leave Irondome. The tail being the important item on the list." Tralen says as he fights the urge to stand straight like he was answering Pisacha. The bot certainly gives him vibes, but he should at least save that for his Prince. "I take it your boy likes it rough?" Tralen says as he looks down at Khemo to make sure he was enjoying himself and not just close-lined against his will.

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"Well let's not put words in his mouth. How's about it, little guy? You like it when your own creation leashes ya in public?" The Warforged said, tugging on the leash again and making the goblin below gag. Tralen could see Khemo through the open glass panel, showing that he was choking and gasping for air but his blush was now covering his entire face. It was the kind of blush where it was a healthy mixture of pure embarrassment as well as having all the right buttons pushed.

"Y-Yyyggahhhfgff~! Y-Yyesss shrrrrf-"

"I didn't ask ya to speak, dog. BARK for us~!" The Warforged shouted for emphasis, letting go of his grip enough for the goblin below to let out a shaky, pathetic round of dog barks until his Warforged dom snickered, reached down, and carried Khemo up into his arms and chest bridal style. "That's dog for yes, in case you couldn't tell~" The Warforged snickered while the goblin in his arms was catching his breath but blushing and shuddering all over. He was definitely embarrassed, but Tralen could tell from experience that it was a 'good' kind of embarrassment.

"Name's Technoprogressive Robotic helper for Overwhelming the Youth with Ecstasy. But you can just call me 'Troye' " Said the Warforged. "Little guy really had to stretch coming up with that acronym to justify coding it into my database, heh~"

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"Oh fuck me, I'm in the deep end. Though it makes sense, he wouldn't make him like this if he wasn't into it." Tralen thinks as he watches the two in action. Tralen felt around his neck remembering the sound and weight of Pisacha collaring him. He could still feel it after days of being away. Seeing it happen from the outside felt a little weird, the way Khemo was getting off from the humiliation. Not really a feeling Tralen could share, to be humiliated you'd need to have shame in the first place. But still the idea of getting claimed like that left Tralen a little wanting. Shame Pisacha wasn't into it. 

"Well it gets the point across." Tralen says as he focuses on Troye's words. "But yeah, the attachment is for some fun as far as I'm aware and whatever fun toys I can bring back makes it all the better." Tralen says with a smile as he sees Khemo shutter in Troye's arms. Another example of what's waiting for him back home.

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"W-Well," Khemo spoke up, clearing his throat once he got a handle on his breathing. "Based on what you're saying, it sounds like your dom has  a suit ready to go with the Runic Attachment. So if you're just looking for a tail, I got some stuff for you to try out."

"They're in the back though," Said Troye, "So if you wanna test em out, follow us~" As he turned to go back inside, the Warforged gently set Khemo back on the ground, to which they walked inside as Owner and Dog, Khemo walking on all fours. Inside was a strange mishmash of both a legit mechanical workshop and a sex dungeon. For every table with manacles and sex swing, there were just as many tool racks and measurement devices. It had a very messy but functional vibe, a vibe Tralen knew all too well as it reminded him of his own dorm room back at the Academy Futurae. "Be a good little dog and fetch us the testing belt~" Snickered Troye as the tip of his boot bumped into Khemo's ass, who barked on command and crawled towards one of the storage closets, only getting up onto his feet once Troye clicked his boot on the ground. Perhaps it was a sign of permission to drop the pet act temporarily so that the job could actually be done?

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Tralen subconsciously was taking notes as he followed after the two. The workshop being one thing, but also the interactions between Khemo and Troye. Commands, the responses, ques to drop the act, these were things he had to wonder if he'd be doing soon. 

In an attempt at small talk, Tralen scanned the room to stay casual. "So this attachment goes to a suit, huh? Given the name I feel it's got some magic in it, but it still doesn't give me a clear answer of what he's capable of." Tralen looked over the sex dungeon half of the room and felt his hole clench in excitement. He wishes he had a playroom like this back home, it would be too cramped in his room. Plus, it would be hard to move all the equipment without people asking questions.  "Take it your pup's been making these for awhile?"

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"Among other things." Troye replied. "I'll let em explain the details when he's done, since he's the expert. Khemo's the real star of the operation, but I'm the sexy piece of ass that plasters the theater posters~ That and he designed me to be his master, so I'm inclined to feel pride and humiliating that little dog~" He leaned back against the wall folding his arms and looking smug and confident. He was the kind of dom that reveled in being a 'bully', but that also brought another thought to Tralen. The Warforged that tried to take over the train supposedly got their sentience from Metal Devil, whoever the hell that was, yet here Troye was seeming like he was perfectly sentient. Yet despite that, he was fully aware that he was designed by Khemo, his entire personality and purpose designed by him, and seemed totally nonchalant about his apparent role. Perhaps some Warforged were designed with 'stronger' personalities inherently?

"Did ya know he made all sorts of attachments for me?~" Said Troye as he too shared small talk. "This aint my only chest, or arms, or legs. And he also made several different cocks for me~ Those I can at least put on without his help~"

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"Benefits of being a construct I suppose." Tralen says with a chuckle, "Can't say I'd wouldn't do the same. If I had me own stud I could mix and match I'd have a whole wardrobe filled out with spare parts. Maybe one separate just for dicks." Tralen says as he looks Troye up and down. Khemo knew what he liked, that's for sure, he could respect that. 

"Frankly, I'm more impressed with the make of your software, you got way more personality than any other construct I've met. Most seem more fit to be on the leash rather than holding it." Tralen says excluding the Metal Devil gang and Minerva. They were special cases after all.

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"Ah well, don't tell Khemo this but he's still the one with the virtual leash. I just don't bring it up or else I risk him being a bad dog~" Troye snickers, "But Warforged coding can allow for deeper levels of personality. It's just, you know, most of the time that's not really needed. I'm a special case cause I'm required to be the real man he needs to whip him into sh...well actually, he burns calories by working in the shop. But he does like the whip though~" He laughs. Eventually, Khemo comes forward with this small looking belt, something that could fit Tralen's waist. In the background, the gnome could see several other belts of the same design. On the back , there seemed to be this metallic plate that had intricate engravings of arcane runes on them. 

"Would've found this sooner, but I guess some hangers fell off and a mess got made inside. This here is the testing belt we use to test out the Runic Attachments." Said Khemo as he handed it to Tralen. "Go ahead and put that on. Make sure the runs are facing behind you." 

"Unless yer into dick tails." Troye snickers as Tralen puts the belt on. Almost instantly, Tralen could feel a pulse of magical energy fill his body, but then centers on his tailbone. It felt like somehow there was a limb missing from his body, a phantom limb. 

"Alright so here's how this works. With Warforged, you can replace any part of their body as long as their core is intact." Says Khemo as Troye steps into view, unlocks a hatch on his chest, and pulls it open to reveal the dull glowing core that made Troye whole. "But for regular people like us, you can't really add limbs to your body without some serious magic. So that belt will act as a focus for transmutation energy. If you know the spell 'Regenerate', pretty much the device will act as a conduit with whatever you put on it and will make your body pretend as if you're getting a limb restored. Your nervous system will make contact with the runes and then that will create a series of nerves to control the limb you're attaching to the body. In this case of course, it's a tail. So now the question is what kind of tail you want to try?" Khemo motions towards the wall, various different mechanical parts all along the wall of various arms and legs. But there was a special section for tails and Tralen could instantly see the wide range of tails ranging from Dragonborn to Lizardfolk to Tiefling and even Halfling. But the Kobold tails were quick to spot by their slender shape.

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"Regenerate's a pretty hefty spell to replicate, even if it's just mimicking a quality of it." Tralen says as he looks over the belt. The rune work looked immaculate but given time Tralen felt like he could copy the effect. With a lot of time though. Making a B-line to the Kobold tails, Tralen looked over the ones that would fit him best. Not too long to drag on the floor, not too thick to hide his ass, just right for his hips. Eventually Tralen found the perfect length, "Grand. Alright now to just..."

Tralen looked over the belt and found the clips that would hold it to him. Lifting up his shirt, he wrapped it around his waist, hopefully correctly, before snapping it shut. He could feel the magic run up his spine with a shutter as he tries to keep balance. "So I just... snap it on or?" Tralen says as he looks over his 'Tail'.

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"By yourself it'd be really hard. That and well...it's mostly designed to be a sex thing, so it's intended to be installed by a partner." Said Khemo as he took the tail out of Tralen's hand. "I'll take care of it. Since this is your first time, I suggest you take a deep breath before I put it in. It's gonna be really intense for a moment, and even afterwards you're gonna feel a lot of things you haven't felt before. I'll count you down. Three....two....one!"

As Khemo brought the base of the tail to the runic spot, the tail slammed onto the belt like a powerful magnet. Tralen felt his entire body seize up from intense magic for a brief moment. He felt a powerful lightness at the base of his tailbone, a feeling of numbness that was powerful. But as Tralen tried to steady its breathing, eventually he began to feel...something. He felt a weight on his lower back that was hard to ignore, followed by the feeling of flesh touching the cold floor as the tail drooped downwards.

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Sparks were flying in Tralen's head as he felt like he just slammed his ass on a bed post tailbone first. The wind was knocked out of him and the feeling of vertigo was hitting him hard. Thankfully Khemo was able to steady him as the numbness started to fade and Tralen's new 'limb' was starting to settle in. 

"Fucking hell... I can feel that.." Tralen says as he looks down to see the tip of his tail touch the floor. As he tried to straighten up, his balance was off as the extra weight to his back made him have to adjust. "Gonna need some time to get used to that." Tralen says as he wonders if all Kobolds have this issue. No wonder all of them seem to lean forward a little most of the time.

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"Ey now, just keep breathing, alright?" Troye says as he uncharacteristically kneels down and pats Tralen on the back. Or maybe it was in character, since he was designed to be a 'good' dom after all. "Won't pretend I know how that feels, but you'll make it."

"If it helps," Khemo speaks up, "I've sorta been...experimenting with shoes too. It's something to replicate the kobold feet so you don't have to lean forward and wear out your back."

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"Maybe... one step at a time." Tralen says as he breathes as he's told. He remembers this feeling now that he thinks about it. That spell of Alter self back in Prabutiv was a real out of body experience, but this was more adding to his real body than living through a fake one. 

It took Tralen a hot minute before he started to get used to having a tail again. Slowly he started to test the range of motions he could do with it. A little stiff at first, but soon he was able to swipe wag and lift it pretty normally. It still took some mental effort, but soon it was natural. Like riding a bike, you never really forget. 

"And you can just swap these out with whatever? Irondome sure got some fancy toys." Tralen says as he tries taking a few test steps, feeling the weight shift with his tail.

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"Well, normally they're for like amputees or other Warforged." Said Khemo. "This is sorta new territory to use it like this. I mostly work with Warforged attachments, but uh...eheh, started doing the fun stuff just a few years ago. Started after I made Troye. I sorta started doing it as a hobby, and then somehow this red kobold guy caught word of my work...somehow, and he personally came to Irondome to sponsor me. Course I couldn't just blast his kink club imagry all over my shop, so instead we settled on him sending me money in exchange for tech prototypes."

"He was kinda pretentious." Troye replies with a hearty laugh. "That guy's a bonified freak, but like in an artsy smartsy way you know?"

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"Was wondering how me Dom knew about this place." Tralen says as he bounces on his toes. "So Zagos got investments all the way out here. Pretty amazing to be honest, and yeah he can be a bit much." Tralen says as he remembers the theatrical welcoming he got when first entering his club. 

"Wait a minute, did you make some sorta restraint gadget? Kinda wraps you up for sensory denervation? He tried that on me when I was there."

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"Oh wait he used it?!" Khemo stops and gasps. "Oh my god that's awesome, you gotta tell me how that went! That was like the FIRST prototype I sent him, I'm just glad it worked!"

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"Yeah, it was pretty cozy to be honest." Tralen says as he relaxes his tail. "Wasn't too tight, but I was pretty well restrained. Didn't test any safety release, but Zagos had it controlled." Tralen says as he looks over the room of toys. "Don't suppose you got a spare for sell? I got a long week of fun being planned for when I get back. That sling might be pretty fun for those long nights."

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"O-Oh uh, that might be something I'd have to work on. None of my wares except for the Runic Attachments are 'customer ready' if you know what I mean." Said Khemo "I mean sure, your experience with the restraint bed I made was flawless, but that's not to say 'everything' went right. Maybe one inch to the left or right could've accidentally choked you to death, or the controls to release malfunction and you can't escape without extensive cutting of the material. Come to think of it, that kobold guy...wait, nah I shouldn't speak ill of my sponsor like that." He chuckled sheepishly. "Point is, something like that isn't ready to go but I do have other stuff you could try. Anything come to mind? Vibrations, automated toys, attachments like your tail, that sort of thing."

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"Yes." Tralen says as Khemo lists off the fun gear he has available. "I'm open to whatever you got for sale. I'm mostly here for the tail, but I also wanna surprise my Prince with something real fun. We're spending a whole week by ourselves and I need to give him as many options as possible." Tralen says as he smiles to himself, not realizing he slipped up and said Prince.  

"So if you can think of something that you'd want Troye to use on you for a whole week I'd wanna see." Tralen says as he feels Troye smile down at the two of them.

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Almost on cue, Troye put both of his hands on Tralen's shoulders. Even without looking up, Tralen could tell what kind of look he was giving the goblin.

"You hear that pup?~ He wants the full treatment~ So go on, let your imagination run wild~" Troye said, his head leaning down to Tralen's shoulder with that programmed yet alluring smug grin. The goblin meanwhile, caught off guard, was left stammering. Whatever composure he built up was immediately melted away the second his dom gave him 'the tone'. By now Tralen knew what it was like, so in a way it was now his turn to revel in someone else's 'misery'. 

"O-Oh uh, w-wow, alright. W-Well, if you insist...~" As he turned around, Troye tapped his foot the same way he did before. "Cmon now, I said the full treatment~ That's not how a dog talks~" And no sooner did Khemo heard this, he bashfully got on all fours and barked in reply.

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Tralen watched as Troye and Khemo fell into their rolls. He could tell that Khemo might be just as kinky as Tralen with the pup play, and Troye knew how to really bully a pup. And that's what he was looking for, he was gonna let Pisacha fuck him up for a week and this is were he was gonna get it. He felt his tail drag across the floor a little. He still had trouble balancing it; maybe the kobold legs would be a good idea. 

"Let's see what you lads got. My dom is footing the bill on most of this so let's go wild! I wanna give him all the fun gear I can carry back. I even have a few ideas for this runic attachments too." Tralen says as he debates on whether he needs to strip down or join Khemo on the floor. A small part of him wanted to. Shame Pisacha wasn't with them.

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"So~" Troye knelt down to Tralen's level, grinning wide through his display of a face. "You know what ya want but not how exactly ya want it. I think my programming can work with that." As he said that, he gave Khemo, who was still on all fours like an animal, a little tap on the ass with his foot. The goblin climbed back to all fours on Troye's subtle command (another foot tap on the floor). While this artificial dom started to interview this would-be sub.

"I see yer liking the tail quite a bit~" Said Troye, watching the tail idly sway back and forth. "And you're saying you want more on top of it?"

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"Well, something to go along with it." Tralen says with a smile as he felt on the spot. "I got me own toys, but it be a waste if I didn’t see all Irondome had to try. And now that I'm feeling it," Tralen says as he wags his tail a little, "I wouldn't mind seeing what else we can slap on. Even how far these can go. I've had an itch for some certain fun, but me dom isn't into it. This might help out if we can figure it out. Also some gear, overnight stuff. He told me I was gonna be his for a whole week and I think he was being literal. Gonna need stuff for that." Tralen says as his mind races and his cage throbs.

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As Tralen explained his thought process, for brief moments Troy's 'face' dissolved into three dots, followed by a check mark whenever Tralen finished a thought. Was this how Troye's electronic brain was calculating Tralen's needs and wants? Eventually his face returned with a bit of a inquiring yet lewd smirk. 

"Say, Tralen. What's your dom back home got you under orders at the moment? Chastity cage perhaps? Does he let ya fuck other men while you're away? You even allowed to cum at all?~"

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Tralen smirked back up to Troye as he asked. He could feel his heart start to speed up as he debated his choices. He was feeling a little brave and if there was a place for it, it be here. Tralen could feel Khemo watching him talk with Troye so it made it all the more fun thinking of how the goblin lad would react. 

"Aye, he and I got an open relationship. He's from Drak so it's pretty common to have some fun. But..." Tralen slowly undoes his fly to show off his kinkiest accessory to date. "He does like keeping his property under lock and key." A string of pre immediately starts to drip out as Tralen realizes how much he's been dripping from the start. "My Prin- Dom gave me orders not to cum till he was done with me or I'd be punished."

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"Damn~" Troye, either programmed with no inhibitions or programmed with loads of confidence, almost instantly reached a hand forward to cup Tralen's whole package, balls and cage. "Leaking up a storm and I haven't even done anything to ya~ You must be real pent up, eh?~" Despite Troye's hand being mechanical in nature, the surface of his palm was textured in a way to mimic a fleshy palm. It was a bit harder than usual, but it wasn't cold steel at least. "Are you allowed to fuck around so long as you don't bust?~"

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"It's nearly been a week since and I got a whole week ahead of me, so a wee bit." Tralen says with a shudder as he lets Troye fondle him. Being touched there was making him tingle all over as his trapped dick squirmed inside.  "And Aya, so long as his dick don't cum I'm free to play." Tralen says as he starts to stand on his tiptoes to adjust to Troye's grip. Oddly enough he had better balance like this. 

Tralen looked down to see just how pent up he actually was. It's been nearly a week since he's had Pisacha fuck him up. Their little role play still fresh in his mind as he remembers how it ended. His cage hasn't stopped feeling tight. Normally he'd be used to it by now, but ever since it's been a constant reminder.

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There was no tongue, but Tralen could see Troye's display face visibly lick his lips as he fondled Tralen's package. "Well truth be told, the coding in me wants to utterly destroy ya~" The warforged snickered. "But, since yer looking to experiment and try some stuff out, I 'guess' I can tone it down just so you don't blow for real~ Now then, I know ya got some ideas, but where would you wanna start? More attachments? More straight up sex toys? 'Surprise me' even?~"

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Tralen shuddered at the word 'destroy', at any given time Tralen would be up for it, but he really wanted to not cum. Not that he was afraid of punishment, but because he wanted to make Pisacha proud that he did it. Or at least he thinks so, he had no clue what kind of punishment Pisacha had for him and didn't know if it be the fun kind or not. 

"Well since we're looking at the big gear, let's talk shop. I'm a bit of a tinkerer myself. I had an idea that required a little more attachment to me. And when it's synched up to the belt, how far away can it be before I stop feeling with it?"

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Upon inquiry, Troye's face once again dissolved into three dots. It was a sudden, albeit it sorta amusing reminder that at the end of the day Troye's mind was silicon and metal as it was a long awkward pause for about 10 seconds. Once he was done thinking about it though, his face returned.

"I mean, the Runic Attachments are mimics of real spells. So if I had to make an educated guess, I'm talking maybe 1 to 5 miles. Why you ask?~"

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Tralen smiles big at the thought, it was more than enough room to work with. Not cross country, but enough to cover the whole campus. "Think you can suit up a toy as a runic attachment? Maybe a fleshlight or a dildo? Could be walking out and about while me dom decides to use me hole like an actual toy or tease me cock through the cage?" Tralen says as he feels his pulse rise. Fuck that would be hot, feeling Pisacha rail him while he tries to play it cool for a room full of people none the wiser. 

"I'd be open and ready for him 24/7, even leave it plugged when he's not using it. Or maybe use both holes in bed? Fuck~" Troye's hand was starting to drip with pre at this point as Tralen fantasied.

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"Both holes?~ Damn boy, you think you could take that?~" The warforged snickered. "Alright alright. I'll see what I can do regarding that. We'll have to take off the tail temporarily though, just so I can edit the runes. But in the meantime, any idea 'what' you'd wanna test it with?~" As he said that, Tralen had a bit of a realization. As much as Troye was designed to look physically appealing...there were no genitals showing. Although there were some sort of engravings and latches on it.

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"Don't suppose you got any larger toys about? My dom is a dragonborn who built like a brick house and packing just as much." Tralen says as he brags about Pisacha's dick. "The toy's gotta be durable though, them barbed cocks know how to change a gnome." Tralen says as he eyes Troye's crotch. Knowing how kinky Khemo is there had to be attachments for Troye. 

"Shame me dom took my favorite toy, I'd use it as a reference, I want to make sure he can go as hard as he wants without breaking it...too fast." Tralen says as he gives his tail a rub before losing it. "Maybe stuff it full of vibrators to see if I can feel them all. I want it to feel just as good as getting my real hole played with."

J

"Heheheheh~ Calm down there little man, I'll getcha something big. Ey, puppy. Be a good boy and start fetching for my attachments~" Said Troye, who got a bashful arf in return as Khemo went into one of the closet rooms in the back. In the meantime, Troye reached over with both hands holding onto Tralen's kobold tail. He gave the gnome a nod and then his face changed into a countdown from 5 to 1. Turns out the countdown was so Tralen could steady his breathing for when the feeling of having a tail goes away as once his face reached zero, Troye's hands clicked a latch on the back of the belt and the tail then lightly clanged onto the floor. 

"Alright, lemme pick ya up there for a sec." Said Troye as he scooped Tralen into his arms, soon placing him on a table in the room. This seemed to serve both as an operating table to construct and weld parts together, or a table for dirty acts to be performed on, depending on the occasion. He rolled Tralen onto his stomach as one of his fingers detached and emerged a strangely blue chisel with a small glow. It seemed to have the same vibe as the runes on the attachment slot. "Relax, I ain't gonna give you a tramp stamp. This here's a chisel to edit the runes on the belt. you just lay back and relax while I change this around to allow ya to have a second hole~"

G

Tralen chuckled at the thought of getting a tramp stamp. He hasn't gotten any ink down on him in such a long time. He got his family's crest on his arm back when he was in his early 50's, hurt like a bitch and had to buy a drink or two to help with the pain. He could probably handle getting another now, but what should it say?

"I'm not opposed to the idea of a tattoo, can only imagine what kinda gear they got here in Irondome for it. But Aye, I trust ya. If you're willing I'd love getting a look at those runes meself. I actually use runes for me family business."

Tralen relaxed his body as he laid down for what felt like he was setting up for a message. His shirt rode up a little so they would have easy access to the belt that clung to his spine. "As for holes, what kind of options do we have? Or is there really a difference when it comes to this? How's it gonna feel?" Tralen says as he starts to word vomit out his questions as he waits excitedly.

J

"Sounds like ya need a picture then. One sec." For a brief moment, Troye paused. His face morphed into a loading screen as he looked directly at the rune carvings. And then, a familiar feminine voice, the one of M.I.N.E.R.V.A but clearly pre-recorded and not her authentic consciousness, spoke. "Taking picture, please stand by. Say cheese." Thankfully Tralen wasn't around to see the flash directly in the eyes, but a flash lit up the room for a brief moment. Troye's chest then parted for a moment and a small piece of paper slid out. "Heheh, here ya go little guy~" Tralen was handed a picture of Tralen's backside, but mainly the shot of the runes along the belt.

"Ah right, you wanted to know about holes~" The Warforged snickered as he began to dig the chisel into the runes. "Well, it depends on the stretchiness and texture. They're pretty much fleshlights with extra steps. We got some authentic goblin asses, human asses, whoever's willing to provide a mold. Kobolds are a bit of a novelty toy Khemo's working on. Zagos was willing to provide a mold of his own ass to serve as a base for kobold hole, but it's very much designed to be a stretchy hole~" He snickered. "Stereotypes, I know, but sometimes the sex sells."

G

"Cheese?" Tralen said confused as a flash went off. Regardless, Tralen held still as Troye operated as a camera. When handed the image, he marveled at the rune detail on the belt. His arrows needed to be finely detailed simply because of the lack of surface area, but this strip of material was more rune than anything else. The gnome was going to be studying this for a while just to understand the arcane logic behind it, but damn it all he was gonna find a way to copy its results. 

"So a stretchy hole is mostly all it is then, huh? Still fun sounding so long as it feels the same as as getting fucked I'm down for it. I wouldn't mind providing a mold me self if it doesn't take too long. As on brand as it would be to have a kobold fleshlight hooked up to me, I'd rather it be my ass than Zagos'."

Looking down at the photo, Tralen could see the curve of his ass just barely poking out below the belt. He's never really gotten a good look at his own ass surprisingly enough. Then the idea for a real fun gift hit Tralen. "Soooo I noticed that you can make photos too. Built in camera, right? Those hard to make?"

J

"Oh my optic camera? That's something Khemo rigged up for me. He had to jerry rig a camera inside my head using some old MINERVA OS's. It's why my voice changed to her in order to turn it on. But if you're looking for a better camera, you could probably find some at a tech store. It'll probably cost ya a bit if you're getting the recent stuff." 

Eventually, Troye stopped chiseling and patted Tralen directly on the ass. "Alright, if yer looking for a mold, then I'm afraid I'm gonna have to put something up your ass. You ok with that? Your dom ok with that too?"

G

Tralen could feel his cage press tighter into the table as he felt Troye pat his ass. He hadn't realized how touch starved he was. Getting his ass touched again was lighting up the nerves in Tralen's sub brain. With a smile, Tralen looked up to Troye, "So long as you don't make me cum my ass can get stuffed as much as I like. We're pretty open with sex, but me dick is his to play with." 

Talking about it out loud still felt like a hot taboo to Tralen. Even with how kinky Troye was, telling him still felt super hot. Declaring Pisacha's ownership over him still made him feel things inside. "Maybe while we're filling the mold, you can snap a few pictures for him so he knows I didn't during?" Tralen says as gives his chubby ass a little wiggle.

J

"Heh~ Then you just let me know if this gets you close at all." Says Troye as he looks down towards his 'feet'. Down below was a now shirtless Khemo, being lightly trampled on as his boot traced up and down the goblin's chest, occasionally giving his pants bulge a rub. "Ey pup, you know where the mold measurer is, go fetch~"

As the goblin let out a begruding arf, enjoying the little rub down, Troye responded to Tralen's second question with a snicker. "Sure, that seems fine to me. You want me to take them if you ever get close?~"

G

"I think he'd love that." Tralen says as he watches Khemo fetch the tools. "Don't go too easy on me though, and if I do slip up and cum I diffidently want you to take one. I know I'll get punished, but a part of me really wants to fuck around and find out." Tralen says with a sultry look. He knew he was asking for it now, but where's the fun of it if it was too easy? Besides, Tralen was in the mood to be a glutton for punishment. And Troye probably knew how to really toy with his subs.

J

"Oh?~ So I'm allowed to have fun is what you're saying?~" He snickered. When Khemo came back, in his hands was this strange thin tail-like toy. It looked as if it was like 44 inches long but extremely limp and floppy. 

"Alright, so here's how it's gonna work. I'm gonna shove this sucker in as far as it can go. And once it's in, I'm gonna press a button on the end. When I do that, the molder will begin to expand in different spaces. It might be real deep, or right near the entrance, or maybe even all over. It'll be random. What it'll do is measure the texture and overall stretchiness. Now you could get off to this, or it could be really weird and unusual. You'll just have to deal with it until the process is done."

G

Tralen was cocksure until he saw just how fucking long the damn thing was. It was longer than he was tall and that was going up his ass. He’s all for large insertion, hell he daydreams of some of the largest guys he knows just straight up stuffing him full of cock, but this was a new level he was not familiar with. A single sweat drop was forming on his bald head, but he kept his smile and breathing even. 

"Fucking hell, might be mapping out my large intestine with that, but fuck it I'm game." Tralen says as he already starts to undo his pants. "Should I get comfy? Get a feeling this either gets messy or takes a while."

J

"Definitely comfy." Said Troye as the digits on his hands began to fold in on themselves. In their place were tiny little nozzles gently leaking out a clear fluid. Since Troye immediately started to rub the start of the toy to get it slick, it was most likely lube. "And don't worry, I wouldn't be going that far. I'm only gonna go up to where your body's natural defenses give their first stopping point. That's pretty much where most dicks stop anyway."

G

"Guess I'll learn for certain just how far that's suppose to go." Tralen says as he rolls to the side to get his pants fully off. Lube always got everywhere no matter how hard you try and he wasn't walking out of here with his pants stained with it. As Tralen pulled his briefs down, he could see just how needy he actually was. His cage has already left a sizable wet mark on his underwear as it leaves a string of wetness as he pulls away. 

Naked from the waist down, Tralen rolls back to laying on his front with a clank as his cage hits the table. Between his legs were his pent up balls resting on the cage. The metal didn't allow Tralen to lay on it without it pushing into his pelvis so the gnome had to spread his legs and prop up his hips for it to be comfortable.

J

"Alright little man, deep breaths." Right before everything started, the gnome felt two wet and textured fingers rub themselves along the lips of his hole. Tralen knew full well that this was an artificial being, but the texturing on his digits were pretty realistic, albeit with a silicone feeling to them. Soon, Tralen caught his breath as the head of this 'snake' started to slide in. Troye was slow and deliberate, going rather sensual with how he worked it inside. His leaking fingers would continue to apply generous amounts of lube as inch by inch went inside. The toy itself felt weird. It was super thin, nothing to really scratch Tralen's buttons that he learned quite alot about since this whole journey started.

"Speak up when ya start feeling pressure." Whispers Troye as he pushes. "That's your body tellin' ya no more."

G

Tralen relaxes his hole as he feels the toy slip in. It was a strange feeling that was for sure. When Troye put his fingers to his hole he reflexively felt his hole try to clamp down on them, but he knew he needed to be open. As it slid in, Tralen couldn't decide if it felt good or weird, it was like the suggestion of getting stuffed with a toy. Every once in a while he would reflexively clench around it, but other than that there was little to go off. It really just frustrated Tralen when he felt his guts slowly start to shift. It wasn't the full force he was looking for like when Pisacha took him, his walls were reaching out to feel the friction, but the damn thing wasn't giving it to him. 

Seconds felt like minutes as Troye slowly fed more of the tool inside. The lining of the gnome's guts were welcoming, but desperately wanting even just a little bit of friction. Was it because there were no barbs to wreck his walls? Or was it simply designed to slip in seamlessly? Probably both to be honest. It took seemingly forever for Tralen to finally start to feel something. Finally some pressure to make contact with. but the gnome knew that that would be the sign to say stop. Memories of Tralen's anal orgasms surface to his mind, his needy ass was calling for it again, but this wasn't the time for it. As much as Tralen wanted Troye to start rearranging his guts with this thing he spoke up, "Alright, starting to get some pressure." Tralen says as he clenches his hole just to get the feeling of his hole not nearly as empty as it felt.

J

"Alright," Said Troy as he gripped the toy right near the entrance in order to hold it in place. "You're lucky I'm a Warforged, cause I'm able to calculate how far ya got just from watchin'. And boy howdy, you got yerself 14 inches before the pressure started~" He snickered. "Look at ya, size queen~" With his free hand, Troye held the end of the toy, revealing the button. 

"So this usually takes 10 minutes maximum, so you'll just have to sit there and take it." Like before, Troye's face turned into a 5-1 countdown in order for Tralen's breathing to be ready. And once it hit 1, the button was pressed. It felt even more weird than before as  the part of the shaft near the start of the hole began to expand. It was like the toy all of a sudden was growing a knot. It stayed that way for about 10 seconds before deflating. Then another one of these knots grew, this time a bit deeper within. For the first minute or two, that's all the toy did as it inflated and deflated throughout Tralen's gut, measuring the inside's stretchiness.

G

"14 inches?" Tralen thought with a start. With how he felt, he thought it was like 8 at the most. This thing was REALLY up in his guts and he didn't even notice it before. Sure he's gotten used to getting his hole stuffed by guys 3 times his size, but this might actually be the first time Tralen realized just how much of a size queen he was. He always just kinda thought he'd take whatever size he needed to, but it seems like all that ass play has really rearranged his guts to take dick. 

Remembering to breathe, Tralen braced for whatever the tool was going to do next. The knot surprised Tralen a little as he finally got the filling he's been needing, even if it was only at the entrance. Not too much though, it was like a reverse hug for his insides, and just a quick it passed. As another formed, Tralen started to get the picture of how it worked and continued to focus on his breath as his face grew red. As the knot formed over his prostate, Tralen shuttered as it gave just enough pressure to get a low moan out of the gnome. The tingling feeling of each knot pushing and stretching the walls of Tralen's colon was sending messages up Tralen's spine. The stimulation was mechanical and repetitive, but it was slowly waking up the nerves that cause him to pop his top. 

"F-fuck." Tralen says as his hole starts to feel like a sparkler with each knot forming inside. Everything was waking up and it wanted more-more-more! It was all a tease and it couldn't reach the high it needed. The deeper it went, the harder it got for Tralen to sit still as his love tunnel wanted that knot. Without it, he felt so hollow. Even more so before. At minute five, Troye could see the mess Tralen was leaving on the table as his cage tip pooled with pre.

J

At the halfway point, something changed in the operation. The knots that would occassionally grow within his guts were gone and instead the entire toy began to expand in girth. Now that it seemed to map out the texture of Tralen's insides, it was going to map out the exact stretchiness. It stretched and deflated in pulses, but each pulse would keep a little bit of the thickness each time, piling up over time. Around minute 8, it would deflate to about 3/4ths an inch with each pulse. And it was only gonna get thicker from there for the final stretch.

G

"Ooooh-" Tralen was finally getting the stuffing he was after. The feeling of his hole being filled as each pulse was like a kiss to his hyper sensitive walls. And while it wasn't the feeling of a dick grinding away at him like normally, it was in fact the first stimulant it's had in nearly a week and gods above did they need it. Tralen's breathing matched the pattern of the inflation, the tighter things got the shallower his breath got as his moans got higher. 

By minute 9, Tralen had his head tossed back while he gripped at the table. He was so damn full, his ass was short circuiting from so much stimulant, but there was still a whole ass minute. He was about to cum, he could feel it, but he didn't know where. His prostate was constantly being pushed down on. He could feel his heartbeat throbbing on his button as the tool pushed down on it. Meanwhile the 14 inches of his love tunnel was ready to go haywire at any moment as this was the most stimulant it has ever gotten at once. 

"Oh-fuck, I-I!!" Tralen tried to warn Troye, but just speaking up was enough. His hole clenched and spazzed as his insides began to violently toss. Tralen could feel every inch of his hole react as it was over stuff to kingdom-cum, but either Troye's grip keeping it in place or simply from the inflation holding it in. Either way, Tralen was left cross eyed with nearly a minute of being trapped in anal orgasm bliss as he clawed at the table. With what control he had, he focused on not letting his dick cum as he bit the side of his tongue to hold it back.

J

Thankfully, right on the edge of letting himself cum through his cage, the toy deflated back to its normal thin shape, followed by the feeling of it finally beginning to slide out. “God damn little guy~ I saw ya had the guts of a size king, but you got them ass orgasms too?~ Not a lot of guys can do that~” said Troye. As he said this, his face was replaced with lines of code racing across, calculating the measurements the toy recorded.

“So are you one of those pigs that like fisting or big toys? Cause you sure seem like you got the ass for it~”

G

Tralen was left shivering and trembling all over as his ass-gasm was finally allowed to end. His hole was practically forcing out the tool at this point as everything inside was ready to collapse in on itself. By the time it was over, Tralen was on all fours with his ass up shifting between being hollow and sealed shut. The sizable pool of pre was reaching one of his knees and his face was locked in a state of blissful agony. Pretty as a picture. It took a moment before he could talk again, finally remembering to close his mouth and moisten his mouth.

"S-something I p-picked up in Drak..." Tralen says as he finally start to come down. "Was actually Zagos fisting me the first time..."

J

“Well I’ll be damned.” Said Troye as once again  he admired Tralen’s experienced hole, cumming on its own with no need for release. “If your dom wasn’t so strict with you, I’d make you cum buckets myself~”

Even as a second picture came out of his chest, this time some random code that only Khemo understood in order to make the mold, Tralen was really feeling how realistic Troye sounded and felt. Obviously robotics on this scale were outside his realm of expertise, but just seeing him react and hearing his thoughts made him really feel the ‘life’ in him.

“Alright, pup here is gonna input that data in a machine in the back to make your ass mold. In the meantime though, what else is going on in that dirty little mind of yours eh?~ Now you got me all horny, I’m all ears~”

G

Tralen was still recovering from his high, but with his heart racing he was eager for more. 

"I had a few ideas. Your pup likes it when you treat he like a pet, got any thing that could help with that? Maybe a kennel that's comfy with easy access? Sure we got the ass mold coming but me actual hole still needs some attention." Tralen ponders when he starts to get feeling back in his legs. 

"That and the cage, I know he'll want to toy with it."

J

"Hah! Well, it just so happens Khemo got a kennel for me to lock him in~ Only thing is you'll have to go to a different store for that. He ended up getting a real kennel for actual dogs, but he definitely got one for bigger dogs for comfort." The Warforged laughed. As he laughed, Tralen noticed he definitely was growing those bedroom eyes for real. Troyes said it himself that he was horny, but it was interesting considering he was effectively a robot following programming. Were his lustful thoughts really his own, or his programming that Khemo wrote? Either way, to a passing glance he seemed genuine about everything so far.

"As for your hole, if you're really are such a pig that a fist'll make ya cum without the real thing coming out, I got an arm for that~ Or I could take a Draken dick and slap it on my slot if you want hips poundin' ya~ Or hell, if ya got something else devious you want inflicted on your hole, I'm sure we got something for that in the back. Anal beads, electro shit, whatever suits yer fancy little guy~"

G

Tralen felt Troye's horny vibes deep inside. Right now nothing would feel better than to feel hips pounding his ass. Troye probably could reave up to insane speeds as a construct. But something caught Tralen's attention when Troye said electro. Flashes of Pisacha breathing lighting on his poor caged dick was still fresh in his mind. The pain mixed with edging the line with each breath was a new feeling. One he admittedly wanted to do sparingly, but partly still wanted to impress his Dom with how much he can take. 

"I'd love to feel some Drak cock right about now, but you peeked my interest on electro shite. My Dom has a lightning breath and we've been playing with that a little. Think you got something that'll help me train for that? That or something that'll make sure I won't cum, cause right now I want all you got to offer, but there's no way I'd not cum."

J

"Well I dunno how well a 'Blue' can control their breath like that, but I got some shit that'll warm you up." Said Troye. The Warforged reached towards his wrist and with a small little click twisted it off like a screw cap. Several different toys came out of the hole where his hand used to be, even jiggling his arm for a second to get some deeper toys to lodge themselves loose. Troye screwed back on his hand when he was done and started fishing around the pile. "Hmmmmm lets see. Beads, fun but not what we're looking for, other chastity cages, but Khemo's been a good pup and it aint November yet...ah, there it is~"

From the pile, Tralen saw a rather metallic looking buttplug with some kind of cord attached to the end. The cord twisted and turned its way towards some kind of strange handheld device with several buttons on it. Also attached to the device was another cord twisting and turning until Tralen saw several metallic clamps danging at the end. "Electro Buttplug, a classic. Comes with about-" His voice once again went away for a second to that of M.I.N.E.R.V.A's as it said "**Twenty-One*...settings and...*Six**...different speeds on this badboy~ If yer looking to warm up and not cum, this'll do the trick. I can adjust the settings and ease up if you get close. As for those clamps, they're meant to go on yer nipples but I can put-em on the cage instead. Metal on metal, you know how it goes."

G

"Fucking hell that's a lot of settings." Tralen says as he already feels his hole twitch from the anticipation. "That sounds great! Fuck,  I know this just another kink we'll have to work with, but this looks real fun." Tralen says as he already presents himself to get plugged. "Gods, could you imagine, getting teased by this all day while me mold is getting stress tested? Leave me locked up tight while still getting absolutely wrecked by whoever got the toy." Tralen had to bite his lip to calm himself, he was already leaving a sizeable pool of pre. "Fucking hell, this week is gonna be all about me finding me limit of what it'll take for me to use the safe word, and I'm giving myself two holes to fuck..." Tralen says as he turns over to give Troye a full look at his leaky cage. Legs open for the plug and cage standing at attention for the clamps. "Part of me worries I'll regret it, but this is too much fun to pass up."

J

"Sounds like if all that happened at once, you'd keel over and be forced to ride it out~" Snickered Troye as, like before, lube came from a latch in one of his fingers to coat the plug for entry. "And hey, that's the fun part~ I know for alot of people they just feel something primal doing this kind of shit, but if ya ask me it's all about having fun. Balls busted, ass stretched, nips n' balls zapped, vaccum bed'd, all that matters is if ya have fun~ So I say good on ya, you little slut~" 

Rather easily given how his guts had a slender toy deep inside earlier, the plug slipped in all the way to the base. "Alright, ya want me to turn it on now or do you want the cage hooked up too? Or maybe even them nipples?"

G

Tralen was quick to clamp down on the cage, feeling something inside again was already making him shutter like he's been shocked already. "Let's do nipples first, I'm worried I might be too close. Let me get a feel for it first."

Taking a clamp, Tralen gently pinched a nipple to ease the pressure on it. He wasn't the biggest when it came to chest play, but he still had some sensitivity. The dull sharp pain was a constant reminder that the clamp was there. "Dragonborn don't have nipples so I don't expect him to be too big on these. But still nice to play with them in my free time." Tralen says as he gets to a comfortable seat with the plug in. Looking down at the control, Tralen still had no idea what did what so instead of doing something stupid he asks, "So how does it work? Just push a button and it sends a current?"

J

"Pretty much. Course you can change the frequency of the shocks in addition to the strength. Alright, so I'm gonna do this on the lowest setting and you tell me how it works for ya." For the third time today, his face changed into a 5-1 countdown. At 1, a button was pressed. Almost instantly, Tralen felt a strange, fiery, yet light tingly sensation on both his nipples and in his ass. It was a gentle series of pulses, one second apart from each other. He felt the tiniest bit of heat from the currents, but nothing that would skald him in the slightest.

G

Tralen was actually a little surprised when he felt how light the feeling was. It was barely registering for him apart from the warmth. 

"Aya that's barely anything, maybe it's cause I already got the breath treatment, but still." Tralen cups his chest to maybe get the blood flowing a little as he watches his nipples get darker from the stimulation. "Go ahead and bump it till I start feeling it." Tralen says as he rocks his hips a little to feel the plug zap his walls to little extra action. 

"At the very least it could be left there overnight." Tralen thinks as he waits for Troye to continue.

J

"That's probably something he'd do I bet~" Said Troye as he jumped up the juice upon Tralen's request. Instantly Tralen could feel the distance as the 'heat' started to rise. It was still in second-long pulses, but it was predictable enough for the gnome to get used to. At this point, Tralen noticed something down below in his ass. The stimulation was making the walls of his hole contract, and the contraction feeling itself almost felt like something inside stretching him out in a weird way. It was sorta like a dick sliding in and out slowly, with the pleasurable prostate stimulation feeling to go with it. The main difference was the feeling of heat.

G

"There we are~" Tralen says as he starts to enjoy the ride. The stimulant wasn't painful yet, in fact it felt like he was getting a message inside as his insides relaxed and clenched in places he didn't have much control on. He still couldn't believe his hole was good enough to be taking 14 inches, but the first few inches were getting the attention it needed as Tralen closed his eyes and leaned back. Gentle pulses that made him feel warm, this was the setting he'd go to sleep with. 

"Gotta save that setting. If I get tied up for bed or vacuum sealed or whatever this'll be what I want." Tralen says as he rides the currents.

J

"Heheheheh~ I'll keep note of that then~" Troye's face turned into 3 dots as some printing noises came from the Warforged's body, printing out the same way the ass mold's data came out. "Course I could sell ya this kit, but if you wanna buy something else I printed out the electricity settings. Now, I'm gonna start intensifying it from here on out. You tell me when to stop." Another 5-1 countdown on his face preluded not an intensifying of the currents but rather a quickening of the pulses. What was once one-second intervals turned into half-second intervals, and then minutes later quarter-second intervals. What pulses that made his muscles contract soon became much more frequent, which in of itself was more intense in a way.

G

Tralen was now laying down as his muscles were starting to tense too much to sit up straight. The quickened pulses were like short and fast thrusts into his hole, playing with his prostate with light zaps and twisting his nipples. Moans started to leave him as he instinctively started to lift his legs. He was imagining Khemo taking a shot at his hole, humping him like a dog in rut. Not reaching the deeper spots, but still getting that spot.  

Finally it was reaching the faster speeds, Tralen gripped the table to steady himself as he started to vibrate a bit. "I can take it~" He moaned to himself as he felt the plug charging his hole while his chest heated up. He could maybe hold off a few minutes, but with no break in the zaps Tralen could feel his endurance be tested. He could only last a few minutes before it started to get too much and pleasure started to turn to ache.

J

Now that things were going into more prolonged sessions, Troye stayed silent as he carefully examined Tralen for hints of weakness, the kind that would make Tralen submit. Once he started seeing Tralen react more visibly as the shocks and stimulation made his body squirm, one button press turned those quarter-second pulses into eight-second pulses. He was gonna hammer in the nail until Tralen threw in the towel for the moment.

G

Gritting his teeth Tralen endured as long as he could, his insides were confused and super charged from the plug. He didn't want to tap out, he wanted to take it all, but he was in a losing battle against his own body. Aside from the pain, Tralen was very away of how much attention his prostate was getting. His ass was rising up to another orgasm, but at the rate he was going his balls would burst first. 

Troye watched the full extent of Tralen's stubbornness, how defiant he was despite how submissive he was. By now a normal sub would have tapped out, but the gnome was looking like his insides were getting tased and refusing to call it. Body shack, gasping for air, pulsing all over, but he held it together until he reached a point of half shouting. 

"I-I'm GONNA CUUUM~" Tralen gasped out before it was too late.

J

Almost instantly, Tralen felt the shocks return back to where it started, a very faint warmth in both his nipples and ass. Troye pressed the button in time, allowing Tralen to hold off on a 'real' orgasm. But the fact that he got close to begin with just from that kind of stimulation alone, it was just more proof at how sensitive his ass could be to pleasure. The nipples were not really factored upon further review, but his prostate alone could feed his lust of stimulated.

All the while, Troye's robotic hand stroked Tralen on the chest, soothing him as he came down from such a high. Looks like there were a few things that were universal between doms, namely the TLC that came inbetween bouts of utter torture. "You alright little man? How'd that work out for ya?" Troye asked.

G

Tralen felt like he needed a cold shower as his cage ached with a heavy need. His button felt slightly charred from all the electricity, but still intact. His chest was tight, but he was grateful that his nipples took the abuse and not his cage. He'd have cam for sure. 

While Troye had no flesh, his rubbing was a welcome touch. "I'm good... I'm good..." Tralen said with deep breaths as he felt his blood rushing through his whole body while he lay flat on the table. His hole was still locked tight around the plug, but slowly his body was starting to unclench as he caught his breath. Slowly he unpinched his nipple only to hiss as the rush of blood hit his nipple. The purple tone to his nipple was pretty dark and rubbing them was out of the question at the moment. 

"Not as harsh as his breath, but a lot more to deal with... Good middle ground with some practice."

J

"Wanna stick to just the plug?" He asked as he helped Tralen unpinch the other nipple. "I think you'd get off just fine with a plug really." As he said this, Troye's face once again disappeared for M.I.N.E.R.V.A's automated message to play again, signaling another picture being taken so Tralen wouldn't have to be blinded. Another picture, another piece of proof that Tralen was a good boy.

"Want me to turn it back up again, or do you wanna play with other stuff?~"

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Tralen was still recovering when the flash happened, he was certain that he looked funny with how unfocused he must have looked. But still, another photo for Pisacha made Tralen feel giddy. He didn't know why it made him feel that way, but Pisacha having pictures of him looking so fucked felt hot. He wanted more, to show him how hot he was getting fucked by Troye. 

"The plug is a good warm up, but if you 're gonna keep taking picture we're gonna have to spice it up. You've been eyeing me ass for a while, what kinda fun you wanna try with it? I'm still craving that Drak dick~"

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"Well, since yer supposedly a big ass gremlin, I wanna give ya more and more of those assgasms." Snickered Troye. "So, you think it's time I give ya the dickin' you're craving?~ Or should I whip out my fisting arm and save the dicking for when the mold's done?~"

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"I always crave a good dicking, but seeing as that might actually make me cum I'll take that fisting arm of yours." Tralen says as he smiles back up to the Warforged. He ignored the ass gremlin comment, mostly because they were right. He was a huge butt slut. 

"But if you're gonna be taking pictures, be sure to take them during too. I want him to see how much I'm taking."

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"Fuck yeah~!" Troye fist pumped the air with his right hand. And no sooner did he do that, his right arm let out a clicking noise followed by the metallic arm clanging to the floor as it detaches from the shoulder. "One moment~" going towards a nearby shelf at one of the work tables, he pulled out another arm similar to his own. This custom arm was almost like an arm-length latex glove, black and non-reflective in appearance. Putting it up against his right shoulder, several clicking noises sounded off while Troye let out a grunt of reckoning of the mechanical nerves turning on. "There we go, that'll do it~ Now," Troye slinked closer, a big grin on his digital face, "I know that artsy schmartzy kobold gave you a fistin' but how experienced are you exactly?"

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Tralen was still fascinated by the plug and play function Troye was built with. Able to swap out whatever he needed for the right time. In a way, Tralen was getting the same thing with this belt. 

"Well, my Dom's hands are too thick so really it's been a rare treat." Tralen says as he thinks back to his sexual encounters. Most of them being with people three times his size. "Most of them might as well been fisting me considering a lot of them have dicks the size of me own wrist."

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"Then it sounds like you'd be taking it just fine~" Said Troye as he gave Tralen a pat on the ass. Just like his arm before, the hand began to leak lube on the finger tips as he began to trace around the lips of his soon to be opened hole. Tralen could notice the Warforged's digital expression was looking rather haggard, as if he was really fucking horny just getting to do this. "Mmmmmfh~ Fuck~"

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The lube on Tralen's hole was warm, adding to the mess that was already in the gnome's fuck hole. Tralen could feel Troye circling the rim and he could already feel how good it was going to be. The black latex was a familiar feeling, one he's thought about a lot on lonely nights. Taking deep breaths and relaxing as much as possible, Tralen watched Troye eying his hole. He knew that Troye was designed to be sexy and to help the goblin lad with his own hook ups, but the look in those digital eyes made Tralen feel so hot. It wasn't just that their fun was hot, Tralen was hot, his ass was sexy and desirable. And it drove him to go harder. Legs wide and ready, Tralen was eager to let the Warforge have his fun. 

"Don't tease me too long," Tralen says with a tease as he clenches on the tip of Troye's fingers for a moment.

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"That depends on how long your hole holds out~" The Warforged  growled with a low, playful tone as the fingers pushed further. Tralen could feel the fingers go up to the knuckles, to which the first bit of resistance was felt. He learned from remembering his first time that typically the knuckles is where the 'stretch' begins and ends just past where the thumb gets all the way in, to which the hand slips in like a knot. "Mmmmmm~ That's it little guy, relax and take it~" Tralen could see Troye's 'tongue' hang out from his mouth, feeling the 'heat' of his own lust.

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Thank god Tralen was already warmed up. Troye's hand was a lot bigger than a kobold's hand that was for sure. Even as it was as narrow as possible it still managed to get Tralen to bug out a little as it stretched over the thickest part. He could hear his hole swallowed down the hand with a slick pop and a grunt from himself. He already felt so damn full as his tunnel was filled with latex. Each finger working its way along the lining of his guts was like its own pressured spark. 

"Fuuuuck~" Tralen said as he dropped his head back, he was going to have to relax  as he could already feel his ass trembling. "Just... go slow... never had a fist that deep before."

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"Course." Said Troye, his face already fading away to load the camera shot. One more automated M.I.N.E.R.V.A message and one more flash printed another picture, this time of Troye's fist up Tralen's ass. And all the while, he remained perfectly still on request for Tralen to adjust to the stretch. "Fuck~ You took the whole thing little guy~ You're a real pig~" He said with a bit of a pant of his own just from watching.

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Tralen could see Troye readying another picture, but he couldn't really give it time to smile for it. His main thought process at the moment was breathing and not cuming as he felt his button being squashed by Troye's palm. Probably looked a little cross eyed in that picture, but that just made it look more real than staged. 

"F-fuck..." Tralen couldn't even refute Troye's teasing, looking down and seeing a whole human sized hand up his ass was easily the kinkiest thing he's done to his hole. The slight bulge to his gut was all he could look at as his cage throbbed and rattled with each slow push or pull. "Can't say you're wrong." Tralen says as he gasps from a slight shift in his guts as a finger twitches. A hand goes to ease the tension by rubbing it, but it just adds to the strange feelings racing inside.  His hand grazes over the one inside and Tralen swore he saw stars as he shivers all over.

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"Allow me." Said Troye as his free hand approached Tralen's face. From one of his fingers came out a small little bottle, no smaller than chapstick. "Sniff what's inside, it'll help out." Once Tralen did, he almost instantly felt a wave of euphoria wash over his system, blood rushing through his head and making his entire body relax, including the muscles in his ass. "Little drug that frequents some underground clubs here in the Dome. People here call it 'poppers'."

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Poppers were an apt name for them as Tralen felt his nose light up like a sparkler. But the results were near instant as his eyes hazy as he unclenched areas he hadn't realized were clenching. The pressure around Tralen's hole was replaced with a euphoria he hadn't felt in a while. Or has he? It was getting harder to think, all he knew was that he loved the way his ass felt right now and Troye could see it clearly on his face. 

"Shite, gotta find some of that too..." Tralen says as he limply goes to grab his fat checks to pull them open wider. Slowly his pulsing hole was eating Troye's arm a millimeter at a time. The insatiable pig that he was Tralen let himself fall apart as his ass rippled and churned inside. The crash that was coming was only going to be added to his high the moment his hole inevitably gives in. A new high that'll echo in his dirtiest dreams. "Come on lad, fuck me up and make me Dom jealous he wasn't here for this." Tralen says as he hopes Pisacha will only wanna one up this session.

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"Heheheh~ Just speak up when you need another hit. It usually lasts about 3 minutes a sniff." Says Troye as 'brow' furrowed and his eyes lowered. Now that Tralen was alot more relaxed and loosened up, He began to properly move his fist in and out, going slow and sensual at first with his palm facing downwards. It seems that he knew a little bit of the techniques Zagos used on him all those months ago as two fingers raked along the insides, looking to press up against the prostate directly with each slow thrust.

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Tralen could feel his toes curl as he felt his body react to each stroke on the inside. With his body so relaxed he was in a state of slumped over and twitching with every thrust. He was caught in a riptide of stimulants that made him a rag doll and went with the flow. He could only ride it out as his arms either grew too tired to hold up or began to clutch at his body. It was like he didn't know what to do with his body other than allow Troye to play with it. 

One hand was grabbing and rubbing his face; half hiding and half feeling his face react to being held. The other rubbing circles over his chest to do the same thing. Either way Tralen's whimpers and moans only grew louder the longer his hole was teased. The ripples were coming sooner and sooner with each gentle stroke. Like the hand job he wasn't getting any time soon, Tralen gasped as he felt the first sign of another ass-gasm on the the way. With eyes wide and a dazed look to him, Tralen tried to focus his control. Still vigilant about not cumming, he focused on his hole and not his throbbing cage.

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Troye's face once again morphed into those three loading dots, sensing Tralen was 'close'. He was gonna take another picture, but whether or not it was of Tralen cumming through his cage or through his ass was yet to be seen. "Rrrrrrrh~ Let it all out for me baby~ Cum your little brains out for my fist~" Troye growled sensually, working his fist sensually. If just this would get Tralen an ass-gasm, this Warforged was going to have lots of fun while waiting for that mold to finish.

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Tralen was biting his lip as he saw the camera screen, Troye knew that he was close. A slippery slope that could result in him cumming through his cage or getting hit with a seismic ass convulsion. With the first happening not so long ago, his ass was already primed for the night. How many times can he do this before popping his lid or losing his mind. Either way he could see the count down.

3- He was holding his breath as the feeling of time slowed down.

2- Every inch of his body was shivering from the tension coiling in his guts.

1- Whispering to himself, Tralen desperately tries to hype himself up for the crash.

"I'm a good boy, I can take it." Only a few of those left his gritted teeth before something snapped loose and Tralen's vision blurred. Lights swirled and the high Tralen was already riding was spiking his sanity till he momentarily blacks out for a second. Just as quickly the gnome is rocketed back to the waking world with a string of gnomish curses left his mouth before falling back to the table. His cage ached so hard, it was like it was keeping a death grip on his heart beat. And looking down, Tralen looked dry, but still there was a moment where he worried about miss fire. With Troye still up his ass he looked for his answer between heavy breaths.

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"Fuckkkkk~" Troye let out a deep gruff seeing the Gnome spasm out. His hand was forced out from Tralen's entire body spasming out, that gnomish hole gaping wide with bits of pre leaking out at the bottom. It was beautiful in the dirtiest, raunchiest kind of way, and seeing Tralen in the throes of ecstasy from this was quite the sight. The Warforged panted out loud, rubbing that open hole and giving it a little pat before gently easing his fist back inside once Tralen got his mental faculties back.

"That was some hot shit, little guy~" Troye said as his digital lips licked themselves.

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Tralen was riding on a sexual high. He loved it when his mind was so overwhelmed by what he was feeling he couldn't think straight. The heat from his body rattling was enough to fry his brain as he let the shock waves hit him head on. With what little mental functions he had, he at the very least thinks he didn't cum by mistake. No mess so no fuss. 

He could feel the lights in his head flickering with each pulse, but Tralen's body demanded more. Troye could see it in his eyes, the little pig cumming his brains out throughout the night. Only shallow and drunken chuckles left his mouth as he grew more dazed with each second of his ass-gasm. Evan as the next round was setting Tralen bit his lip in suspense as he held himself open for as many as Troye was willing to give him.

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In amidst Tralen's sexual high, he briefly saw a flash of light. He was out of it just enough to where it didn't hurt his eyes, but he did see Troye smirking devilishly as it seems he took a picture of Tralen's dopey pleasured face. "Alrighty you little pig, let ol' Troye get you cummin hard~"

It didn't take Troye much at all to get Tralen feeling that deep stimulation, just simple technique and the angling of the Warforged's wrists. Either Troye was programmed to know how to fist a slut nice and sensually, or he learned over time through experience. Maybe perhaps he practiced on Khemo, calling him his dirty little dog in contrast to Troye being fond of Tralen being his little piggy.

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"Oooooh~" Tralen could only moan out as he had his engine revved up again so soon. Even more so he was still sensitive from the last time, he was still recovering from the last one.  As Troye dives back in we can see the gnome's eye bulge in a manic smile as he feels his spine jolt. The more Troye grinds away at those velvety walls the more Tralen's sanity tanks, but he looked like he couldn't be happier. 

"Fuck me up, lad!" Tralen finally managed to slur out. "I can take it! Give me-" A bone rattling shutter hits him mid rant. Falling back out of it he comes back with a mix between a groan and a laugh as his hole nearly goes off a third time. "I love. I love-Ilove-love it-"

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"Heheheh~ You asked for it pig~" Troye growled in approval. He began to pick up the pace on request, the fist beginning to slip out his hole and back inside in a thrusting motion, practically a punching motion mimicking a thrusting motion. "Snort for me pig, cmon~! Take that shit~!" Amusingly, Troye's own programming was stimulated. He seemed to be getting more excited in time with Tralen's own excitement, the momentum feeding on itself.

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Tralen's hole was finally getting the stress test he's been looking for as it took the roughest ride of its life. All the dick it has taken was practice for the hole braking action he was doing now. Tralen felt like he was riding the fattest of dicks as he life, but his rubbery entrance clung to it with each thrust. 

With Troye's dirty talk and Tralen's lack of mental barriers at the moment he fell into his role as pig easily as he snorted between gasps. He was a good piggy after all, snort like the pig he was and take it all with a smile. Legs wide and bouncing like he was on a bucking bronco, Tralen let Troye see his fall to madness as let Troye try to break him.

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"Heheheh~ That's a good boy~" The Warforged snickered, patting Tralen on his bare scalp like one would with a pet while his other hand plowed that open ass with his fist. True to his word, he would offer Tralen more shots of 'Poppers' whenever the Gnome requested it, detaching his finger to reveal the bottle for sniffing. "Good piggy, take that fist~"

If Troye had actual lips, he'd be dominating Tralen's mouth with deep tonsil hockey by now. Sadly, the technology wasn't there...yet, so he settled for the dom specials. After a sniff, Troye would fish hook the side of Tralen's mouth with a finger, taking pictures again of Tralen's adorably lust-drunk faces.

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A fresh hit from the poppers was enough for Tralen to reach a high so soon. If Troye had feeling in his arm, he could probably feel how utterly wrecked Tralen's hole was as the clenching hiked up to an 11. But he could see the blissful satisfaction on the gnome, too lost in the moment to think: just fucking. He sucked on Troye's fingers so good, even when his hole throbbed like crazy trying to push the fist out. 

Beads of tears were forming in the corners of the gnome's eyes as he road out a third ass blasting. Even as his vision was blurry, Tralen still could lock eyes with his partner and show how much he loved it all. The storm of emotions inside was being held down by Troye as he dominated the little man. No more thoughts, just good boys. And Troye could see how low those thoughts were going and Tralen's hole was working up ass-gasm number four.

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"You gonna cum for me, little piggy?~" Troye asked, looming over him. "You gonna cum for me and keep at that in?~" He patted Tralen on his wet cage for emphasis. "Cmon, gimmie that ass-gasm piggy~ Oink it out for ol' Troye~!" 

Meanwhile, in the background, Khemo, who had been in the backrooms the whole time calibrating an ass mold, finally poked his head out. It seemed like he finally finished making a model, but he paused seeing Troye basking in the moment. This Warforged was determined to get Tralen's rocks off down under, and he knew full well that Troye wouldn't stop until a sub came his brains out (except for an emergency 'safe word' that would temporarily cancel out Troye's programming). It was no bug, it was working as intended.

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Tralen could only answer with nodding his head up and down as he felt his cage tighten with each pat it got. It was all too intense for him to keep up mentally as he was getting back to back stimulation in his love tunnel. He's never been this worked over before, normally he'd be allowed to rest at least a little but Troye was leaving no room to breathe. 

Tralen's gasps grew tighter and tighter till his floundering about made him sound like a squealing pig as his fourth ass-gasm hits him like a brick wall. Almost slamming his head back from the kickback Tralen could feel his dick ready to explode, but only his hole was able to have fun. He was a sweaty mess and his limbs were too exhausted to pull up at the moment. The poor gnome could only gasp blankly upwards while his nearly numb lower half endured Troye's fisting till he deemed it enough.

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Troye allowed Tralen's innards to push his hand out while the hole gaped in plain view. It was more of that raunchy beauty Troye loved to see. He was already eager to put that fist right back in after a few minutes of Tralen getting his breath back, but he was stopped by his creator clearing his throat.

"T-The mold's finished." Said Khemo with a bit of meekness to his voice. "He can try the portable hole if he wants too now." 

"Heheheh~ Perfect, I was needin' to cum soon anyway~" The Warforged groaned outloud as he gently patted Tralen's abused hole, soothing the gnome down. After a few more minutes of that, a click noise preceded Troye's latex fisting arm falling off his shoulder joint. He picked up the wet arm, gave a thumbs up, and took a picture of both the arm and Tralen's gaping hole all in one go. Pisacha was going to have alot to marvel at it seemed.

"Alright little guy, as much as I wanna keep ruining your insides, you did come here to do business after all~ The mold's finished, so if you're ready for one final ass-gasm I can hook up my Draken cock and pound ya through it~ It'll give your hole a chance to rest too~"

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Tralen was absolutely shell shocked from the none stop fisting he just took. He was actually surprised on how well he took a fist like Troye's in the beginning. Rubbery or not.  Still with his lights nearly knocked out from it all, Tralen managed to lift up a thumbs up to let Troye know he was all for it. Just needed to catch his breath as he took in deep breaths. Eventually the room would stop spinning. 

"Your lad... works fast..." Tralen says as he stars at the ceiling as his chest bobs up and down. "Gotta... get a work shop... like that at home..."

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"Hah~! Now wouldn't that be something, you making toys like the rest of us~" Said Troye, giving the poor gnome a little rub down. "Don't worry about me, I can wait a minute for ya to calm down. Khemo's gotta go find my attachment anyway."

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"Grand." Tralen says as he drops his arm as it goes limp. His eyes were heavy, but the pounding in his chest was causing his body to jitter all over. He couldn't fall asleep even if he wanted to. A first hardcore fisting session and Tralen couldn't move after. Apart of him was happy that he was finally getting the high he was looking for; the mind numbing coma effect from getting fucked stupid. But another part of him hoped that he didn't have to go to such lengths to get there all the time. He doubted he could convince Pisacha to try without him worrying about literally splitting Tralen in two. 

"Fucking hell, I'm a pig." Tralen thought to himself as he felt how hollow his hole was. His body clasping down on nothing trying to feel full again. As many sexual encounters Tralen as had, things have been ramping up a lot. It was fun, but there was still that ping of worry. One that was both scary and enticing, "What was Pisacha gonna do to me?"

Tralen rested long enough to feel his second wind start to pick up. His hole ached like hell, but it ached in a good way. Listening to the shop, he could hear Troye rummage around in something as the goblin followed around.

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Eventually, Khemo finally found something after several minutes of rummaging through alot of toys in a shelf. Tralen saw a pretty authentic looking Dragonborn cock model, attached to a metallic base. The base itself had some kind of engravings on the back, probably to lock into place with Troye's crotch. Handing it to Troye himself, the Warforged gave Khemo a little pat down on the head while the goblin put it on for him. Several clicks were heard, and after the last click suddenly Troye began to shudder. The shaft, which was once just a somewhat floppy dildo, hardened like an erection and a strange wet substance began to leak out the tip. He went from 0 to 100 in terms of being pent up, and Troye's haggard breathing matched it.

"A-Alright little guy, this is what all the ass molding was all about~" The Warforged huffed. "Put that rune belt back on, I'm gonna pound this fleshlight now~ And you're gonna feel all of it~"

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Tralen could feel how horny Troye was just from looking at him. That had to be the most realistic dildo Tralen had ever seen. Part of him was jealous that he wasn't getting a taste of it with his real hole, but then again that was the whole reason for the mold. 

"Yes, Sir~" Tralen said as he reached for the belt and quickly snapped it back on. Immediately Tralen could feel that strange magic working up his spine waiting for the connection. Tralen could feel his cage throb as he sat up and tightened the belt, "So the mold makes the connection by getting close at first right?" Tralen looks to Khemo as he spots the mold.

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"Something like that." Khemo nods as he holds the mold close to Tralen's belt. The runes carved onto the mold began to light up in resonance with the belt and almost instantly he could 'feel' the mold. To test it further, Khemo rubbed a finger along the edge of the hole and, sure enough, Tralen could feel it as if it were his own ass.

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Tralen jumped a little as the connection was made. It was strange, and hard to put into words, but it felt like what he imagined having extra eyes would look like just with touch. His aching hole was still there, but now when he thought to clench he felt a phantom touch to it as a finger that wasn't there was circling his room. 

"Fuck... that's... amazing..." Tralen says as he shutters from the touch. Looking at the mold, Tralen could see it really was pretty damn long. 14 inches goes pretty deep on a gnome after all. But looking at the entrance, Tralen looks over the rubbery entrance and can't help but chuckle. "Fucking hell, does my hole really look that tight?"

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"Not right now it doesn't~" Troye laughed in the background. Soon, after making sure everything was perfect and there was nothing undetected, the mold was passed over to Troye. "One moment~ Fleshlights need lube too after all~" Once again the finger started to leak pre on the tip. Tralen could feel that familiar wet feeling of being lubed up despite being alone on the table with a resting hole. It was barely almost chilly, but that's how it went sometimes. Besides, he'd probably feel alot warmer soon anyway.

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The chill of unwarmed lube hit Tralen in his hole, or he thinks he his as he clamps down. But to his surprise, his clenching doesn't slow down the fingering, but he still feels the ghostly touch prodding his insides. A thought occurred to him that made him sweat a little as he laid down on his side to watch Troye use the mold. He had no control over the toy, maybe a little bit with a clench or two, but the material was rubbery and soft. If someone were to take that toy and use it, Tralen couldn't resist the intrusion short of just taking off the belt. Not that he normally would, but he realizes just how vulnerable he was though that toy. No matter how much he squirmed or clench, Troye's finger was able to swirl and lube up his hole like he would with any fleshlight. His insides twitch and pulse, but looking down at his own hole there's nothing there. 

"Fuck, this feels weird ... in a good way." Tralen says as he reassures Khemo his work wasn't wasted.

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No sooner did Tralen say that, he felt the familiar push of a pointed cockhead against the hole as Troye was testing the waters. To Tralen, his 'hole' felt tight but stretchy, the kind of middle ground where he'd need to be lubed up to get that sucker in him but loose enough to where once it did get in, as the head slipped inside, that the rest sliding in would be a breeze. The tightness gave way to this Draken cock, similar to the way his own hole learned to accept his Prince's cock with no arguments.

"Mmmmmrrrgh~!" Troye gasped as his cock slipped in further. "Fuckkkkkk~ I wanna cum so bad but I also wanna let ya get a feel for this too~" The Warforged practically whined as his hand was on this mold like a fleshlight, in a jerking off motion.

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"S-shit... Haven't felt this tight in awhile." Tralen said as he gripped the table to calm himself. He felt those wonderful barbs again, but it was like getting his cherry popped all over again, just a lot less painful. His hole was having an out of body experience as Troye slowly used him to jerk off. No matter which way Tralen sat or bent he could feel the dick grinding away at his spot. Even his prostate could feel the grinding and weight to each pump. 

"F-fuck..." Tralen stutters as he watches Troye slowly speed up. In and out and harder each time. And while his tender ass was finally getting some rest, inside his hole was being thrashed by dragonborn cock that made the gnome see stars. And the more he watched, the hotter he felt as he saw Troye use the toy. The toy was his hole. He was a toy. And that thought felt very kinky as his cage painfully throbbed. 

"Fucking use me~" Tralen says as he grips the table and shutters out moans. He didn't know what to do with himself, but writhe in the pleasure despite not actually being touched.

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"H-Hey, little guy~" Troye stammered, walking towards the table again all while using that mold to jerk himself off. Again, Tralen didn't know the depths of Troye's programming, but the fact that he seemed to have some kind of libido, as well as realistic reactions to feeling this fucking horny, it was astoundingly impressive. "Y-You mind if I cum on ya?~ I-I'm gettin' close here~ I'll take a picture of ya before I do it just so your dom doesn't think 'you' came~"

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"Yes~" Tralen says as he sits on the edge of the table and  opens his legs wide. One to give Troye a good target and two to give Pisacha a good look in the picture. His legs would clench every now and then as his insides would light up. Being fucked without the feeling of his cheeks getting slapped by thighs or anything was still jarring, but it still felt just as good.  

Tralen's cage was leaking pre like crazy, but still holding firm as Tralen blissfully took Troye's cock via fleshlight.

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"H-Hold on~!" 

Almost amusingly, Troye paused as the automated M.I.N.E.R.V.A message played. But what Tralen didn't expect was for his entire body to pause as the camera was loading, causing the mold to slide off that Draken dick and fall on the floor. But as soon as the picture was taken, the Warforged gasped as his lust hit back at him once more, quickly picking it back up and just jamming that thing right down on the shaft. "A-Alright little guy, get ready~!"

With a roar of a moan, high enough to hear some artificial buzzing as the AI vocals reached a limit, Troye arched his head back and through the hole on the other side gushed out a strong load, pelting Tralen on the stomach and ass. The 'cum' itself felt more watery than he remembered, probably the lube that Troye had been leaking all session from his fingers, but that just meant that Khemo went the extra mile and put in some kind of lube storage system that even went up all the way to his fingers.

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Tralen went cross eyed as he felt the dick slowly slide out of the toy. Perfect timing for the photo as he curled his toes and shuttered as the toy hit the ground. His whole insides shuttered all over as he posed. 

As Troye's cum hit him, he could feel the pulses inside the toy. The warmth held inside and rocketed inside him to his inner depths., but landing on his front instead. The toy was a whole sensory overload to his already exhausted body, but through it all Tralen managed to endure it all without cumming. His hole on the other hand was pulsing like crazy. He didn't know if Troye could feel it through the toy, but Tralen was slipping out a tiny fifth ass-gasm as he acted as the Warforged cum bucket. 

"Fuck..." Tralen couldn't imagine how to follow up with it all. Too lost forwards and not enough blood getting to his head as he waited for Troye to reboot. Taking a finger and licking the cum/lube, Tralen considered one last purchase. "This lube come in different flavors?"

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