“Hey, Roar. Did you hear that?” Darius paused, tilting his head toward the foyer. “I thought I heard someone at the door.”
"Hmm..." Rory hummed as both men froze, straining against the quiet of the apartment. “I don’t hear anything. Maybe someone just walked past in the hall?”
Darius didn't look convinced. “There's just been all those... disappearances lately. I'm just a little on edge. That's all.”
Rory smiled at him, the kind of smile that still made Darius's chest ache. Warm. Safe. Familiar.
"It's going to be alright," he said softly. "The authorities are on it. We're together, inside, with everything locked up."
Darius felt some of the tension leave his shoulders. Rory always had a way of making the world seem smaller. Less frightening.
“Plus, if anything happens, you know I'll protect you.”
Darius chuckled, relaxing into his seat a bit more as he looked fondly at his husband.
"Do I know that?" Darius asked jokingly
Rory frowned playfully in disagreement. "of coarse I would."
“Roar, You know I love you, right? You're cute, smart, and you're so kind.”
Rory face turned red in affectionate embarrassment. he hated compliments. “Aww... I love you too!”
“Wait. I wasn't done yet. You interrupted me,” Darius interrupted.
Rory became quiet and listened.
“It's true. You're cute, smart, and kind. And that’s why I married you. Well... And I also married you because you have giant schlong."
Rory's eyes widened, now super embarrassed.
"But you're not protecting anyone with those skinny-ass arms and chicken legs.”
Rory opened his mouth in playful shock, grabbed a piece of roasted potato, and tossed it across the table at Darius.
Darius flinched, dodging the potato and yelling in jest, “Stop that! I worked really hard on this dinner for you, and I don’t want it to end up all over the floor.”
Rory calmed down, smiled again, and resumed eating. “Scrumdiddlyumptious! And I absolutely love it!”
Darius smiled. “Good. Because I thought some meat and potatoes would help you put on some muscle.”
Darius laughed again—but the dining room door suddenly slammed back against the wall, cutting him off as two men stepped through.
“What the hell are you doing?” Darius yelled, bolting to his feet and throwing his chair backward. “Get out of here!”
They moved through the dining room with an eerie calm and precision, their boots hitting the floor in a spooky synchronization.
Something about them made Darius's stomach drop.
Human beings weren't supposed to move like that.
But they felt like machines in human form.
They wore slick, jet-black bodysuits stretched taut over their muscular frames, the glossy material catching the light and reflecting warped, twisted images of the two panicked husbands.
Around their necks were futuristic metal collars that appeared integrated into the suits. They hummed and beeped softly like machines and seemed to prompt the men.
The two men split apart, effortlessly boxing the husbands in.
Rory tried to stand, but before he could pull his chair back, one of the men blocked him in place.
**UNIT 4 SECURING ASSET IN ADJACENT UNIT. DEPLOYING COLLAR**
The man said, his every syllable arriving with identical timing and emphasis, each word separated by mechanical precision.
Rory’s eyes widened, gasping as the collar locked around his neck.
Black rubber exploding downward from the collar, racing across his skin, conforming to his body. His muscles stiffening. His posture locked. Then the emotion drained from his face.
**COLLAR DEPLOYED. SUBJECT COMPLIANT**
“What are you doing to him?” Darius screamed, tears beginning to run down his face as he seemingly watched his husband disappear.
Then, suddenly, Rory stood from the table. His posture remaining rigid as he raised a salute.
**UNIT 6 ONLINE. READY TO EXECUTE DIRECTIVES**
His voice emerging perfectly clear, but stripped of every trace of emotion
With the same eerie precision, Rory turned to the man, taking a collar from him.
Rory, then, turned and marched toward Darius.
Face to face, Darius stared at Rory in horror.
Rory's eyes were fixed on him, but they were vacant, as though he were looking straight through him. He stood in front of Darius, perfectly still, like a statue, holding the collar with each of his hands.
“Roar, baby, what is wrong with you!? We need to get out of here,” Darius pleaded.
But Rory’s expression remained blank, unaffected by his husband's panic.
Darius stared at him, seeing his own tear-filled face reflected in Rory's glossy black chest. His sobbing worsened, and he began to hyperventilate.
“Roar, please! Snap out of it!”
"Please, baby. Just look at me."
Rory's eyes remained fixed straight ahead
The collar in Rory’s rubber-clad hands unlocked.
**UNIT 6 DEPLOYING COLLAR**
He was terrified of what was about to happen to him—of what had already happened to Rory.
A crushing sense of hopeless defeat settled over him.
He cried out one last time.
tears streaming down his face.
But you said you would protect me?”
And for just a moment he thought he saw something move behind Rory's empty eyes.
A sound like a seatbelt locking into its buckle, followed by the soft, warm hum of a computer reboot filled the space between Darius’s ears, scrambling his thoughts into nothingness.
**COLLAR DEPLOYED. SUBJECT COMPLIANT**
Darius’s crying immediately ceased.
His expression flattened.
His spine snapping straight as his shoulders pulled back into a rigid military posture. His eyes glazed over, mirroring the same vacant stare Rory now wore.
An electrical excitement surged through Darius’s nervous system.
So intense it felt impossible to endure.
His groin engorged, filling with the hottest of blood, tightening in his pants as his seed raced to the top of it's head, stopping abruptly at it's edge, pushing violently like an angry mob.
He wanted to release so bad. He wanted to reach down and pump until he felt the sweet release.
but release would never cum.
He had no choice anymore. Forced to stand frozen, at the unbearable edge. Standing tall with chin up and his legs straight, his hands planted firmly by his side, like a soldier at attention. He couldn't interfere with the process.
Lost in the quiet hum overtaking his mind, he felt the cool, slick rubber spread downward from the collar, engulfing his arms, chest, legs, and feet.
The material closing around his swollen groin, crushing it down into a useless nub, sealing it within its slick glossy cage, never to feel release ever again.
The rubber vacuum-sealing itself against his skin, locking him into his perpetual prison.
As the transformation completed, Darius’s heartbeat synchronized with Rory’s.
Each calm, measured pulse kept him focused on the hum while simultaneously feeding an overwhelming desire to obey.
The sensation felt like love filtered through machinery.
Suddenly, the muscles in Darius’s neck tightened.
The collar pressed against his spine.
A cold sensation shot into his brain, and the signal inside his head changed.
An instant transmission appeared in his empty mind like an absolute truth.
It consumed every thought.
The message pressed against the inside of his skull, demanding release.
As Darius obeyed, his right arm snapped upward into a salute.
The pressure vanished, replaced by a terrifying serenity.
The ecstasy of the slick rubber stretched tightly across his skin, pulling him deeper into absolute, mindless compliance.
His voice emerged deep, flat, and robotic.
**UNIT 7 ONLINE. READY TO EXECUTE DIRECTIVES**
Immediately, all four collars began flashing and buzzing in unison.
The other three men snapped into rigid salutes as well.
The pressure within their empty minds aligned.
The sensation of the rubber drew them all deeper into the abyss.
Their sealed stomachs churned with the same impossible need for release.
**TRANSMISSION RECEIVED**
The four units spoke as one.
Mindless service objects.
dededos
blakekathryn
stormborns
pixelskylines
turnnoffyourmind
annaxmalina
germansingergirl
