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Procedural Mojo

by Eightane

***************************************************************************************************************** First thing he knew when he awoke: the dire headache. It screeched from every nerve near his eyes, while their red tint slowly opened to the world. The blur diminished, and he saw first his location; in a massively expansive room, artificial light above but the warmth of the sun on his back. The fists of a mountain gorilla rose up from his side, rubbing to more quickly clear his vision. As they curled against his eyes, two things occurred to him; if it was sunlight, he could only feel it so well without clothing; and upon the notion of that... He'd never been aware of nudity. A gasp rattled his throat; signaling a thousand new thoughts, their presence so unfamiliar, when his hands lowered to rest. His vision was cleared, and in its use he found shock in what lay before him. The ceiling's height was no less than sixty feet; rounded, a dome of brushed steel that proceeded down slick circular walls. A floor composed of flat marble; its etched patterns recessed down in the middle of the room, to an elaborate chair. With his eyes and newfound sentience, he traced the span from that chair to where he limply stood. Lights blinked along a metal conduit, straight and snaking up the floor to a ring of metal around him. Only now did the gorilla realize he was encased by glass; only now did his freshly-owned logic tell him the prisoner situation he'd awoken to. The room's centerpiece, that white chair, faced away from him; around it, he saw each edge of a desklike control panel, and above it only the flattened shape of a white-and-blue striped dome. Or was it a hat? Shaking lightly, as if the occupant fiddled fervently with the panel. By now, the headache dulled to oblivion; everything he saw and knew was clear. He was upright, slightly slouched, in the buff; every curve of his muscled arms and chubby gut was free and open, from the road of veins in his biceps, down past two oval black nipples, all the way to his exposed and hanging genitalia. He stared down in deeper shock; whomever had put him like this, had a ring of metal affixed by his loins, dotted with more multicoloured lights. Feeling a tingle above, he rolled his pupils to see why, and a larger version of the ring sat on his scalp; almost mocking him, to show how thorough the work of his captor. The first strong emotion welled within him; rage, as he clenched two giant fists and meant to smash right through his containment. It didn't shatter, though he hit with all the force those furry mitts could channel; his arms were as huge as an olympian's, but the pod barely bulged on his force. All overhead lights gave a click, and dimmed; their tint slid from white to soft red, and the strange hat above that chair moved swifter. As did the mouth below, and the helpless captive finally heard the voice of his abductor; low, brooding, with unplaceable accent. "Chamber integrity at 99.6%... Chemical solution stable, injection process complete..." A slight chuckle echoed extendedly. "If my calculations are as flawless as I've already ensured, subject should be awake, lucid, and unflinchingly livid." A few beeps sounded from the panel; the last was undercut by laughing. It rose in pitch from the chair, starting low and amused, then blossoming to maniacal guffaws. But ending somewhere in the middle, and with a tone more smooth and expectant... As the gorilla thought, it sounded almost pleasurable. His thoughts dispersed, to see the chair move, and hear the light creaking. It began to swing around; and what he saw had his blood run cold an instant. A monkey, rather short of stature and easily cupped in the chair. Eyes an off-red, the same as what the light had become; and so much of him like what his captive had become. Sharpened teeth, skin a supple green, and looking on the gorilla with pure, evil pride. But the trapped ape noticed more than disposition; just how much of that healthy green was visible, from the strange cap's brim to the very tip of ten toes. The monkey's only vestment was a cape; wrinkled behind him in the chair, as every frontal inch of him sat bare, faced shamelessly to the primate he'd encapsulated. Ready to address his abductee, and starting in direct, steady tone. "You are wondering where you are. And who is responsible for you no longer claiming space in the Townsville Zoo." The gorilla choked; never having spoken a word, but one came to him to quick and strong it seemed to climb its way from its throat. "... Yes." The sheer jolt of it undercut his rage; robbing him of mental strength, though his physical self still ached to pound the stuffing from his subjugator. But it was easy, even for one so newly-reasoning, to see his answer was expected. "I fully intend to tell you everything you would want to know. But first, I must test your brain's infusion." The smile that wound the monkey's lips set higher, more cruel. "Your recollective abilities will be the best indicator. How much do you remember from your old life?" The gorilla knew escape was impossible; and knew nothing of where he was, to even find safety. Having no choice, he allowed his eyes to shut. Feeling strange energy, strong with every pulse of his heart, he flashed over images. A man's footsteps, outside a cage of iron bars... Two popcorn kernels by his shoe... A woman pushing a stroller, and a man beside her, holding a newspaper. Remembering the print on the headline, and now at last comprehending it. "Townsville theatened!... Mayor and the city's tiny heroines declare war on..." It rose so fast in gorilla's throat, he could only spew it forth as a roar, rattling the glass far more than what his fists had done. "... MOJO JOJO!! " The cruel smile became a toothy, insidious grin. "Eeeexcellent, I have total, unmitigated success! And you are very correct, my brother-in-nature..." The monkey paused and pushed off from the chair; his bare feet hit the marble near-silently. "It is I, Mooooojo Jojo, supreme ruler of the world and this pathetic city!! " His fingers curled, as if to embrace the gruel of his words. He started up the floor's incline, towards his occupied pod, slow and methodical. Evil leer, deep breaths filling out his shallow muscle tone, and three inches of soft monkey manhood swinging by his legs, its uncut girth speaking well of its owner. As he continued, painting the picture for his subject, every sentence sounded a twinge lower; a slight degree more breathy. "The room you now occupy is my lab and observatory; sitting meters upon meters above the sleepy denizens of Townsville, and their puuuny little heads, with their puuuuny human brains. They cannot hope to understand the glory of what I've achieved." Now, having some shred of practice, the gorilla spoke free of challenge. "What have you done?..." Demure, downcast, and still aware of his nudity, the frown was tough and somber. "... To me?" "Ahhhh, you wish to know what's transpired. And nothing brings me more pleasure than to tell you..." Mojo's feet approached the pod; stopping short at its base, tiny hairs on his toes wisping by the rigid steel. With steadiness, even a sort of care, he raised an open hand to the glass; sliding palm across its curve, a cold caress that spoke to the ape in ways his voice never would. "You are now a part of a greater cause... Mutated and enhanced by X, the very chemical which made a lowly lab monkey named Jojo, into the all-powerful mastermind and emperor, Mooooojo Jojo!" The gorilla watched, jaw gaping; but what Mojo began as chewing words, slipped to a wide, eager stare into his pod; and Mojo's gaze went everywhere, down the girth of his neck, to each rock-hard side of his chest; the gorilla saw every square inch of his own arm admired by the monkey. One could say extendedly; wantonly. Mojo went on, and his voice cracked so briefly on a warm pitch. "You are smarter, stronger, better in EVERY way than the simplistic life of an ordinary zookept gorilla." His pupils trailed down by the ape's navel, its inner curve trapped in soft fat. "Perhaps a little soft by the middle... But soon, that too will herald its change." Mojo's grin twisted to its darkest extreme, and his focus crept along the ape's torso, back to angry eyes. "Even now, your new form could have no equal. If I so wished, I could have you bring the human filth to their knees, grovelling and praising ME as their king! " The ape stood stiff, huffing hard breaths through his nostrils, disdain and ire swirled with new confusion. "If not... Then why?" Mojo's teeth glimmered; his stare continued travelling, down the ape's stalwart shoulders and up the broad bend of his pits; a faint, unplaceable motion lit his soft member. "My position is supreme, but not without its drawbacks. The townspeople refuse to pay tribute; and it's a lonely pedestal, when none would come and prostrate themselves before me." A vein of anger infused his pitch; but didn't push away the finer point of his mood, as something below started growing. "But true genius is adaptable; and I, Moooojo Jojo, have devised a way to have exactly what I want, at my fingertips!" A light groan escaped him; his thick monkeyhood rose from its hang, tiny pulses while his eyes locked on the ape's larger package. "You've learned the power of X, coursing through your veins. Now, I begin the second infusion..." Gorilla's red eyes seemed to grow even redder; whatever rage had gone mild was revived, and knowing he couldn't escape was insufficient to keep his fists away from the glass. They brought it to bow once again; bashing its interior, still as futile as before, his roars partly muffled within. Mojo stayed fixed on him a moment, watching the display with admiration; before he spun on one heel, ruffling his cape like royal curtains between his form and his 'experiment's'. Headed down to the chair, while the ape was calmed by the pain in his knuckles. Angry breath fogged the pod's interior; all he could do was watch the monkey plop down in his chair, and hear the controls' electronics. Mojo worked them one-handed; his other sank low, lightly squeezing himself and giving his sack a light pull. His speech was on the heels of the deepest groan yet. "Oooooohh... My patience fails me... Here I sit, so soon to enjoy my new pet..." His mind pulled double duty, focused on procedure but feeling the distraction; caught up in the mental image of that ape, strong and nude, and the changes he would soon see realized. His fingers worked the panel with precision and speed of a pianist. "Confirming operational balance; stabilizing elements; initiate the flow of Chemical Y!" The lights flickered; the conduit from panel to pod belched a low hum, loud enough to have the gorilla stare downwards, still enraged. It grew to shock, and a sort of horror; seeing the hole between his feet, just as something grew up from its recesses. At first the end of a pipe, its nozzle smooth and shining steel. It guided straight up; past the ape's knees, as he wondered where it might stop. Mojo's cackling rang in his ears. "... So sturdy... So virile... Now to see his full, unbridled potential!! " The ape started a roar; he meant to follow with a gaggle of questions, through his now-adapted voice. But he stopped short, his attention stolen on-instant... The pipe, its narrowed tip, pushing in between his buns; seeking out the midpoint of his crack, shoving up as he arched his thick neck in desperate yelp. The pain didn't wait, but neither did the flow, a surge resounding through the pipe's every inch, as it sent a flood up the helpless primate's hole. There was no more need for the panel; the process automated, and left Mojo to swivel, facing chair to the action. Had the gorilla not winced, bent knees to rest in the pod, he'd have seen his captor's pose: legs wide, one hand cupping his balls. The other worked that monkey's member, slow, affectionate strokes, jaw wide and throwing heavy pants. Mojo's chest heaved with each; knowing all of what he saw, narrating bits from the strike of his arousal. "Musculature..." It slipped from Mojo's mouth like butter, while the ape's arms and chest transformed. Growing larger, thicker, even harder every second, veins branching far and wide. The wall of muscle doubled, in less time than it took the monkey to work up his pre; a bead welling thick while he flogged his rigid member, and slipped the other hand above his balls. The gorilla wailed, wracked by change and its feeling, helpless with power infusing new muscle; not pained, but the bare opposite, like his upper core felt its own orgasm. The wail pitched downward; starting rough, but going deeper, lower, as even his voice took on a new verve. Fists curled, whitening the knuckles; they expanded as well, his yells more primal than ever. When his eyes at last opened - flung fast like even his lids were made quicker - the crimson-red pinned to his iris; a ring of fire, enhancing the pierce of his stare. He gnashed fangs, both enraged and stimulated; hating his captor, but watching him self-toy in that chair, knowing why Mojo would be tempted. He felt the reason, pumped to his body's every end; and felt less by his stomach. He looked down, slowly, struggling for room in the pod, and realized what was gone; the chub melted away, and flattened to expose every ab underneath, six perfect hills to pair with his monster pecs and arms. Mojo stroked hard as ever, smooth and firm up his underside, squeezing the skin above plump nuts. Watching the Y do its work, and its subject marvel, even crack a smile at his new form. "Yeeeeess, see what you become. Feel it enhance you, bind to every cell in your anatomy... You're forever more than you could ever have been..." Every word was desire; nothing hid Mojo's tone, nor his open-legged actions. For a moment, it looked almost like the ape cracked a smile, but it fled and the rage of captivity returned. Mojo's heart skipped a beat; the anger was so grave, it was almost beautiful. "Steady yourself... I know how you must feel, with the hormones... But it has only begun..." Their gaze locked; the ape's confused rage, and Mojo's admiration, pride and wanting. Monkey's lungs fluttered out a gasp; he whipped a finger up his glans, to nab the pre and bring it down to use. The gasp trilled, and petered to a moan; Mojo had grabbed his sack, and pulled to stretch it downward. "Ohh-h-h... The muscular component is finished... I see it already... Androgenesis..." Strange tickles rose on the ape, centered at his chest, loins and underarms. While Mojo's fervor only deepened, stroking his thick meat hard and steady, the ape went ballistic; cooped up and fighting the rise of hormones, his fists beat high on the glass, above the wired ring around his head. But as they exposed his pits, the tickles worsened, and soon revealed the reason why; follicles, darkening the pair of wide bends. Thick, coarse hair filled in his pit, sprung forth on his chest, and trailed down past his new abs, joining into the top of a dense, curling bush. Though Mojo's legs set wide and lax, they still trembled; his lips puckered, and wheezed out an "Ooooo", dipped in covet. The gorilla wouldn't be silenced; his rage, doing everything to shatter his prison, only bade his muscles twist and flex, showing themselves in the greatest light possible. Mojo's chest tightened, toes curled, dickhead shined in the ruddy ambience. Much like his captive, nothing could quiet him. "Your revulsion... It shows your power... Such potency..." Pre trailed like a tear down his underside. "If I released you... You'd once more be a free man... And with all I've done to improve you... Make your every trait so majestic..." The ape's hands came down from the glass, showing fuzz on the back of palm and knuckles; he'd heard enough to give attention, while Mojo's sentence ended. "... You would owe me dearly..." The ape's teeth ground on each other; his arm went up, pointing to the mastermind in his most human gesture yet. "I owe you the sight of my back, as I leave." His voice had found its groove; the Y had it booming and canyon-deep. "This new strength is the one favour to keep me from ending you." "To ignore the treated glass that pens you like a felon." Mojo's finger traced down his urethra; the clear trail glossed his rod, putting shine to its pulse. "But the final step is impending... I have no doubt, you're about to feel quite different about it..." The tickles had stopped; abating, they left him with hair in every place even mildly erotic, from his pecs down to the crack of his smooth, tight ass. But the sensation of weight swept in... In a single place, between the meaty trunks of his thighs. His jaw dropped, the very second he peered down to investigate; something very important was growing, half an inch every second. And to support the added burden, fattening straight from the root. Mojo's legs shot up; he scooted back in the chair, laid each knee's pit on the armrests, and rolled his lower body up and high. One hand kept on his cock, tugging fast. The other slipped down, caressing his own taint and cheeks, before a finger stuck slow in his crack. It traced midway down, while Mojo gasped so hard he swallowed air, finding just the spot he needed. He watched only the ape, and that package, growing huge as a horse; pushing on the cockring he himself had installed, knowing just how all would play out. The Y's mutations were complete; a chemical derived from pure testosterone, transforming the gorilla to a hirsuite, beefy sexual adonis. The ape's jaw stayed open; his other change was merely agreeable, but this one was beyond all belief... And as Mojo plunged that digit deep, whining and fingering himself, the ape couldn't help but bring a hand to his own monster; even cracking the slightest smile, while he pushed it and tested the swing. While the ape's voice had been amplified, Mojo's just seemed to lose all power; coming weak and from the top of his throat. "You see now... I meant you no harm, just the opposite... I've transformed you to a man your every peer will envy... The world's greatest emperor... Will finally have his concubine..." The ape's maw shut fast, his chin lifting. To see Mojo, the fire welled back behind his eyes. "I'll do no such thing. I'm in your debt for this, I'll freely admit, but you can't expect a wage like that." "Ohhh, so I can't? " A dastardly grin found Mojo's lips; his tone cloying and aware. "I constructed a massive base, including the machine I used to... Help you, and mixed a solution unknown to man. You believe I couldn't have just what I want from you, at the drop of a pin? " He removed his finger, pulling slowly out from his crease, and returned to a normal seated stance, though more limp and barely breathless. He swiveled in his chair, a full 360; on the backside, one single beep went high, from a switch he pressed. Hissing erupted from the pod, at its base, with air mixing from out and in. The ape became aware his glass was lifting, just as Mojo's pitch proved he never lost his confidence. "Go ahead, I give you the choice. Stay of your own will, and see night after night of carnal passion, or attempt escape and see how far you make it." He pushed fingertips together, with the hairy, beefy ape sending eye-daggers, never once showing hardship to decide. The pod came up above his forehead; and all the time he stayed was to ensure Mojo heard him clear and full. "You're headstrong and crafty. I'd respect you, if you weren't so insane." He turned, fixing on the door far behind them for the elevator; lumbering off, while Mojo swung around to the controls. His grin was never higher; plotting, and still knowing just where things would proceed. "Ah, but you'll find it's YOU who will soon be mad..." His hand, slick with clear coating, went for the panel's largest switch, and jammed it down with glee. "... With lust, and a singular need..." One last time for him to swivel his chair, while the lights flickered above for a moment. He saw the ape's scalpring flash an arc of voltage; and then his rear, sitting motionless, still as the rest of him. It lasted the time for one breath, before that muscled body turned, and flashed Mojo his eyes; their pupils wide, almost dancing as they stared on the naked genius. Before Mojo could sigh in pure pleasure, before his hand could push in below his monkey cock and flaunt it for the ape, those huge feet were on a gallop, bound for the chair and swinging his foot-long meat on each stride. Through Mojo's glare, the approach was impeccable; on every pace, the gorilla's arms pumped their thick mass, his core rippling down every ab, under their fresh coat of coarse hair. Pre ran down Mojo's cock, while his eyes glued to that bush, and nearby; a forest of hair, like half a wreath to bring out a gargantuan tool. Twelve solid inches, fat as a Heineken can, not staying soft. The mind control harnessed only will; but through that, it feneagled the ape to see his master in a rich new light. One that had his breath in steaming pant, and that pipe rising fast, heavier to bound between his legs. Mojo's focus narrowed; his hand continued to push up and flaunt, knowing the gorilla was coming for it. "You see now, how irresistable your king. Even a man of your virility has no choice..." The gorilla stopped by Mojo's feet, and simply fell to his knees. A look of pure hungering worship wicked his face; he clasped both the monkey's thighs in his monster hands, while Mojo more manipulated. "... But to kneel and pay respect. You acknowledge your superior... And you know he puts value in devotion..." Mojo's thighs tensed in those huge mitts, to lift his feet from the ground. The ape did just as Mojo would want, leaning back to stare on them pads-to-toes, flattening his abs in wordless whine. Mojo's rod pointed straight to his face, slight jostle for its throbs. "... He will gladly foster this indulgence..." The gorilla just dove into his work, pushing his nose on Mojo's foot; a rather large one, for a man of monkey's height. The monkey chuckled, to feel breath and its tickling his tender flesh; near as tender as the steeled endowment he wrapped palm around, in the slowest and most self-loving stroke. The rush of ego was sublime; a gorilla, at his mercy and changed irrevocably by his own design, enhanced to a sexual demigod, and now wishing only to put all power in erotic joys for sake of his master. Through Mojo's laugh slipped a cackle, a raw impulse for the thought of it alone; so much he would do with this studly slave, far beyond the sniffing and licking now done to his foot. Though it was surely grand enough, to feel the rough tongue on his sole, have it flick his heel and lap the space between his toes. The ape's groans ran low and booming, hot with his lust. A beastly craving, and a beastlier cock that neared full-mast, fourteen inches with mechanical ring to bring out its throb, get that ebony glans shining red in the light. Mojo's hand released himself, and set to softly yanking his sack; if he didn't let off, his worshipper alone would be too much to keep it unblown. "Ohhhh," Mojo lilted, held to one word while his foot was licked and rubbed. Only when the ape let off, to lean back and admire it, did his new master have the mind to go on. A smooth, gravelly tone, immersed to commanding. "You appreciate the skin of your emperor, do you... It pleases you, the smoothness and curves..." He tugged more on his sack; it flushed in his grip while he groaned. "Oggh-h-h, yeeeess... Tell me your impulses..." He looked nowhere else but to gorilla's eyes, their dilation showing full resign to control. "I know you're still cogent, aware... Now let your king hear how you'd please me, the sexual monster I've remade you..." Mojo hadn't missed his observance; the ape's mouth half-opened, rushing pure yearn in the suit of his breath. "I... Want the taste... Above..." Cryptic it sounded, through his compromised faculties; but Mojo grinned wide, knowing exactly where he dwelled. "You have every permission... No, an order. Explore every inch of me, up to my parcel..." His hand slipped back from himself, leaving two fingers to swing his rigid, thick monkeyhood. "... If you so wish to earn the right..." Though the ape's voice came deep, it reduced to nothing more than whine, with his chin and lips lunging to that foot. It kept there only a moment; one last time to tease and gift affection to Mojo's plod, before it moved slowly up the ankle. Steady, warm, his tongue cruised the side of Mojo's leg, sliding up its dark fur in unbroken caress. The taste changed abruptly; what had first been the residue of boots - those Mojo wore in less shameless moments - became less dingy, more the simple taste of Mojo's hide, clean but underrun with natural oils. Past the bend of Mojo's knee, and his monkey overlord humgroaned; just thinking where his beefy slave was headed. Gorilla's pipe was so enlarged it rivaled a tree branch; it throbbed and weeped clear, drizzling the floor while his tongue stayed in worship. His pecs and abs caved in quick panting, while his lips encroached on Mojo's thigh. The taste sharpened again; now, sweat and musk resurged, but to a point more strong and manful than ever. Mojo's core drew in, its shallow form poised to make him look even bigger, rife with pulses through every tight vein. He pondered greedily the fact of his dominating; but to hear him speak, the sound of an eager bitch cooed low. "Y-yes, you perfect stallion... Rippling specimen of strength and masculinity, serve your monarch... You've grovelled at my feet, now despair for the want of my equipment..." Monkey's eyes kept narrow; twitching brief and slight, overcome by success and its consequence. To sit idly, and feel the ape's tongue lap past his taint; moving up, and giving his balls a first touch, rolling them inside their fuzzy wrap. The uke's joy was no less than his master's; though Mojo took the sensation, shivers ran down the taller spine, from the strongest taste yet. Nothing more than sweat; only the trace that lived in Mojo's package, stuck fast to its plump spheres and member, that which stood over his face at full-mast. It was more than enough to keep him panting; to bring his mouth in for a dive, and wrap the nuts behind his lips, softly holding to suckle them. Every so often, a nibble, on the skin around their sensitive shape. For a single breath's duration, he stared up; compiling all of the view, Mojo's rod, hiding parts of his face and chest in turn as it rose and fell in throbs. The ape's neck straightened; craning up, releasing the sack, moving his snout up tool's length, on the bulge of Mojo's pisshole. They leaked equal pre; but the ape's languished on the tile, as Mojo's rolled down his cockhead. And with gorilla's nose guiding higher, bringing Mojo to gasp as he felt the gust of inhaling, his musclebound servant took its ooze between each nostril. The ape was beside himself, thrusting into the air; having to process the taste of monkey's sack, the smell of his rod, and the damp, half-cool pressure now put to his face. All that kept him in control were Mojo's biting orders from above. "Show my length your tongue. You were gentile to the balls, but my weapon warrants more..." A wheeze escaped the gorilla, his sigh put to stuttering air, mouth hinged wide. Inch after inch of his dick swayed below, hard enough to spurt its ropes of pre, while his tongue lolled past soft lips. Mojo's wail couldn't sound more submissive; though it was he who took the hot moisture on his underside, the crest where cock and sack came together. So it was touched by tongue's tip, so that muscle poked into him and slid slow and firm up his manhood. "Ohhh-hh-hh..." Mojo's groan was textbook-euphoria. "My slave... His worship gratifies..." The stare he placed on the ape, held an almost-affection in its fervour. "I know the devotion, the hunger... It's felt in the push..." Mojo milked his role, but spoke factually; the ape's tongue praised him like a king, and wanted only more, tasting every inch of flesh and vein on its upward path. The abs rolled like a tempest; a gargantuan cock throbbed to ache, full of blood and lust, his mind put to pleasing his master. And Mojo sat low, splayed in his 'throne', with the gorilla just now reaching his dickhead. What the cruel monkey knew, made him even harder than the ape's mouth had fostered; mind-control had nabbed him his new pet, but it had no part in skill. That wall of primate muscle - for all he was tricked into - had known to lap slow, gently nibble the sack, guide steady up the girth of Mojo's rod... And now, at the cusp of monkey's glans, to flick the fin that fastened to the pipe. Mojo's toes quaked, bending at the joints; his feet trembled, chin floated high with every breath. The joy on his face was almost sheer; diluted only by its sly tide of dictating. "Whip harder, tease my cock like you've teased the rest of me..." The ape obeyed, and Mojo writhed in bliss, his shallow pecs dampening with sweat. One monkey hand cupped the slave's neck, tight on its nape. "Now take it. One fleet motion, down your king's endowment... Your snout on his loins, where you belong." The ape's neck loosened; instinct was to blame, just before he lunged, a forward arc to bring his lips on the helmet. His jaw widened in a heartbeat; Mojo's kept slack, absorbed by the sight, while his new pet slipped those fleshy pillows down him. Passing the cockhead's rim, they shared a groan; the gorilla's for the taste and thought of him so pleasing his king, and Mojo's for the rush up his spine. Prisoner's face dove deep, taking it inch by inch, instant suction on his mouthful. He clasped hard, and worked harder, feeling Mojo's pulse on a tongue that wrapped him tight in its hug. Beneath the hold on his mind, under how it clouded all else, the impulse to serve was merely strengthened; it was no invention of Mojo's, the yearn to 'respect' him. So the hellstrong gorilla had to cave; just as weak to resist as he was powerful, he reached one hand by his haunch; inching its huge palm down his stomach, its fuzz, like a glide across his own firm build, until he parted the fingers by his base. Two on each side, barely able to stretch around the girth of his enhanced massive pipe. It swayed on his motion, more and more, as he put a hand up his pre-dribbling length, affectionately feeling its size, wrapping his fist mid-length. Five inches throbbed below it, five more above; four were in the shade of his mitt, and one moderate squeeze was enough to set every nerve afire with ecstacy. Mojo stared down, to his concubine sucking him deep, and caught the leap as that beefcake learned the full truth. His improvement hadn't stopped at muscle, or manly fields of hair, or even the breadth of his trophy... The feel of it was made superhuman, tied in the very fibers of his conscious. The ape slid his hand back down, rustling the bush of his pubes; along the way, every muscle from pecs to groin clenched itself. Nirvana, just as Mojo had wanted, to make his beefy bitch a true conquest. The vindication flowed, through a deep and heavy groan from the monkey. "Ohhhnnghh... My pet, my living plaything..." He strived to bark his voice, expand his grin as that uke bobbed on his member. So returned the tone of command, with his ultramacho ape coating him in spit. "Look up to me... Hnnmmmyeeesss... Show me your eyes..." The order was granted, while both men squirmed in their action. Two eyes - crimson from X, wide from Y - peered longingly up Mojo's svelte green core. The master repaid him in kind; shooting him a look of only cruel appreciation, in short heaves for how the subjugated ape sank to his root, throating on and on. "They scream out your nature... I-... Ohhh... I see how you long to indulge, now that you've learned... You want to stroke it, the incredible span I've granted you..." The ape's nod didn't stop him, suckling Mojo in his oral lube; but he was already exploring, sliding his hand up the dry, hypersensitive monster. Taking what seemed like forever just to reach the end, and then back down as his sweaty core reacted. The way it clenched, lay taut with his shivering ecstacy, set off the best of the view; as Mojo admired, his eyes struggling not to close, sack twitching while gorilla's hot lips threatened them each full dive. It was the ape's left hand that pleasured himself; the right made a fist on the floor, sturdily supporting his muscle's weight. Mojo's left slid on his own chest, just poured into his ecstacy; but the other didn't leave his uke's neck. While a bead of sweat ran by his nipple, under their dark red light, he tightened that grip. "What you now enjoy, I gave for you... But it's to be EARNED before I sit and let you claim it..." He tightened even more, wrinkling the ape's skin and making him suck even harder. The dives came double-time; and on the end of Mojo's moan, with thighs tense around his slave's chin, he leaned forward to seethe his brutal mandate. "You will take your hand from the floor, and slip it behind me... Your feet are stable... If you ever want to use that manly sword, you must make preparations..." Long-gone were the ape's inhibitions; he stroked like mad, winding his hand to every side of his colossal shaft, right to the tip, coming down with palmfuls of natural lube. It was all but a faucet, giving drip after drip of clear aid to him, while his abs bowed and bulged for unspeakable sensation. Even the spread of his buttocks tensed, around their firm crack; while he reached up his other hand toward his ruler. Guiding low, brushing by the lowest reach of Mojo's nuts, close enough to feel the tickle from black fur. Mojo's breath evoked a hiccup; the gorilla's hand was warm, even hot, in vigor of his new brute strength, as it passed his loins and crawled beneath the skin of his taint. The tingle found his rear; thick, smooth fingers hit the base of where his cheeks parted, to which they went tighter than the ape's, who'd swiftly found his balance. By now, that slave's muscle draped with moisture; sweat for the same cause as Mojo's, more aroused with every minute and act. The eyes, around their widened pupils, set half-open and glistening; windows for ungodly desire, as he flayed his godly manhood, inciting sounds of sticky move down its precoat. Mojo's voice nearly failed him; starting weak as a fawn, but renewed as he just bellowed the air from his lungs. "You... My greatest brainchild... Vessel of might and male... Plug your master's hole..." The windows rattled; ape's groan tested them in full, even quaking the ebony of his nipples. No time was wasted, and no pause came to his self-pleasure; still throbbing in his hand, cranking his monstrosity, slipping his other hand even higher. Its Y-given heat met that of Mojo's flesh, midway on his emperor's crack. Deep in the center, soft and tight, the monkey's ass gave entry; and the tip of ape's finger stuck fast. Mojo's lips poked out, forming 'O' and carrying a moan... His legs jumped, and words seemed to quiver. "M-my pet pleases me... Now I bid him to shove, as hard and fast as fitting his potency! " Mojo had pounced like a vulture; seeing his suitor's primal urges at their max, driven on with each stroke of fourteen inches. The floor under them was a puddle, all gorilla's pre, every drop poured out from a fat, throbbing glans. He sucked harder; uncaring for the ache in his jaw and lips, or how it punished his throat. And just as hard, even faster, he took that finger up into Mojo, plunged with force as any man of his vitality. Only gravity kept the monkey seated, the way he shot up with a yowl; firing every muscle within him, then wailing joyous as he sank right back down on that digit. Neither ape throbbed any harder; both knew nothing more in that moment but the crave, the basal need for each other's scent, and touch, and bodies. It was this that turned Mojo's wail to a whine; and what got the gorilla to part suction - relishing the squeal as he watched Mojo's cock pulse and swing below - and leap, thrust himself from the floor, to stand with legs to his master's. Again, Mojo wouldn't have to name the next move; with the ape's thick wrist by his ass, pushing and pulling, having Mojo's hole fucked by a digit thick as most cocks. And as this came to be, with the twisted genius monkey cooing praise for his pet, he felt the slide of that humongous weapon up his own. His stare shot down; ecstacy, shock, excitement, rolled into one. His pet took liberties; still doing as commanded, loosening and toying with his hole, but now leaving oral behind. He wouldn't call the ape down; not when sucking him had been switched for this, cock-to-cock and gliding on each other. Gorilla's tool, and the pre that shined on it, mixed in the spit on Mojo's; the gorilla's hips moved like lightning, to bring all those inches rocketing over Mojo's, both rigid from root to slithole. Mojo's whine became a growl; gritting teeth, praying it wouldn't made him cum so abruptly. "Yeeesss... OH my pet is eager... You feel as I do, only wanting more..." He could barely look on the ape's rod without gasping. "You're more than I... Ever expected... Ohhhhand you fuck my hole so well, even just manually... The rhythm, the speed..." He returned focus to his concubine's face; seeing loads of emotion, all hungry and impatient in his grinning sneer. The monkey - for all he had this ape in the palm of his hand - knew the thoughts of a power bottom. "I wish only what you do... That blade of pleasure belongs in me... And you've primed me well as I'll ever be..." The gorilla's smile could only grow; but so did Mojo's, toothy and betraying new motive. "... But your cockiness displeases... I see challenge in you, unseemly of an emperor's slave." Still hiding his intent, and struggling to speak past the ecstacy racing up his spine; the grin was all-but-feral. "I will show you your place... And still have what I want." Slowly, almost gently, he leaned up and took his pet by the collar, reaching fingers at the ape's huge neck. Two monkey feet kicked off from the floor, swiveling his chair; 90 degrees closer to the panel, with the ape confused and sidestepping along. Smooth, barely glancing to the controls, Mojo pressed another button; and on cue, mechanical whirring arose from the floor beyond. The ape had let off his frot and fingering; Mojo's eyes narrowed, and pushed his own fat dick against his slave's, renewing motion. Because he wanted, but more than that, to keep his sexual creation in the mindframe. So as he gazed up, lusting, admiring, twitching through his core for the devotion of his manservant, he could enjoy that the ape had no idea; faced away from what he saw in his peripheral, a tablelike bed, emerging from the floor's hidden hatch. even the shape of it enlivened Mojo's smile; flat, procedural, garnished with straplike belts head-to-foot. The gorilla pushed his member on Mojo's, trickling pre to the monkey's narrow fren; unaware of all, until Mojo leaned up once again. "You will fight the moment, and draw away from me. I leave your weapon rigid, weeping its pre like tears of craving so much to cum. Turn around, and see where your king fates you." The ape fought so much, desire beyond words, to obey his master; somewhere in his mind, he knew Mojo wanted no more pause than he. But he swung around, dick still pressed against Mojo's, firm and hot, to find the bed. He felt nothing towards it, still wrapped into want of his master; but the monkey's speech hit his ear, and shed light on its relevance. "You won't have the control to ponder, at present... But you know the purpose. Somewhere fitting you, where you may lay yourself before me, in those straps. They're alloy; far stronger than even you could break." Mojo slipped a hand to their members, wrapping halfway around each and double-stroking. "To be so helpless; all the muscle, irresistable traits I've bestowed on you, and you're still at my mercy. The most perfect male specimen in the world..." He peered quickly down to their manhood; as he stared on the ape's, almost flashing some affection, before his cruel gaze returned to the bed. "... Forced to my will, tied down and made to fuck my royal hole... Before I spill my superior seed on you, and teach you just where you'll remain... At my feet, begging to release yourself in the depths of your master." A sound near-indescribable escaped the ape; how the mewl of a slut would sound, if whispered and still brimming with strength. He made a slow retreat from Mojo, and their softly rubbing dicks, to face the bed; then feeling Mojo's hands on the small of his back, quickly tracing down his spine to the meat of his ass. The monkey respired through teeth, softly clutching a handful. "The grandest of anything; I'll revisit this. For now..." His palm flattened on ape's rear, and bore a push. "Lay yourself." The second hand reached across the panel, to a switch. At first nothing was done, while Mojo surveyed his slave lumbering to the bedside; his humongous tool swinging to each side of him, culling 'ook's while it moved against its own rigidity, scattering clear drops in two trails. Mojo bid his time; awaited the ape to reach that cushioned slab, reaching up a hand to anchor and prep for hopping on. The switch was flipped, with Mojo's grin diabolical, his grip tight on his cock; the head flushed, and yards in front of him his slave buckled at the knees. Electric current flooded the ring; girdling fourteen inches at the base, a low-power buzz that seemed mostly vibration. The ape's jaw dropped; his teeth helplessly exposed, arm leaned to the bedside, head low and looking down to his loins. Beyond the ring, its flashing lights and tight position, his cock rippled with tremors. The current acted on muscle; firing bundles in his manly length, until they quaked like a wine glass at an opera. Mojo's science was madly direct; through an apparatus so simple, he'd made his servant's size a giant, living vibrator. Tremors also shot behind the ring, to less effect; gracing his nipples with the slightest tickle, his neck with a buzz so tiny it felt more like warmth. And Mojo knew, while just flogging the girth of his monkey shaft, how it would impact his pet. So he stayed seated just long enough to confirm it; the gorilla's dick hard as gemstone, its leaking pre flung in wide arcs, landing next to the slab where they'd unite. And more than that, he thought on the full picture; this primate he'd captured and remade, into an image so manly it all-but took his breath; muscle everywhere, all erogenous zones thick with coarse hair, most of all around the place of a true monster. Mojo fought back his tender wails; making more of his objective, getting that adonis down and bound. "Resist it," Mojo nearly growled, leaving the switch on and active, "Resist it or you'll cum." The ape heard, and understood, drumming up the will to think beyond it. In a state as he was, only one thing pushed it from his focus; thoughts of Mojo, his vicious master, and how he yearned. Though up against the bed, he had to look back, and see his owner rise from the chair; still stroking, standing tall and proud. The pride was in accomplishment; the pose, with smooth hips forward and half-thrusting in his hand, was a kind of reward. One that showed the ape his king's pleasure; and all the while inspired further hunger, the gorilla's need to satisfy both. Mojo drank in the view, while his concubine moved to lay atop the bed, muscle flexing as it moved him horizontal; done just as he'd commanded, but the monkey despot had too much to love from berating his property. "Quicker, slave. You should be there, still and praying for me to be as swift. As if I don't know your appetite... The craze, what dances in your eyes at the thought of me riding your manblade." Mojo's walk was truly teaseful; steady, feet lowered careful and silent, approaching his slut like stalking prey. The same sort of look, his mouth watering; the same sureness in his gait, knowing he'd have just what he came for. All while his monkey cock took abuse; cranked so hard it almost ached, now and then squeezed tight in one full stroke. Mojo winced each time; almost disbelieving how well he'd engineered this, before meeting the bed halfway-lengthwise. The vibrating ring went still; it was timed, and had lasted just enough to cement its subject's total submission. Mojo stood at ape's elbows; they sat pressed to the padding below, as did the rest of that prone, sweaty form. The 'king' reached beneath his willing pet, his massive, breathing toy, to pull out the straps. "I only move these from where you can't reach. YOU will fasten them, and know each one by itself is enough to keep you down at my mercy." As quick as he could get both sides of one over ape's chest, those massive hands took them, and shoved the clasp in the buckle. One down, two to go; Mojo only deepened his taunting. "Does it enthrall you, to know you serve me? A man who'd have you using every carnal gift I've given you... Today, and all days after..." he reached the point of the second strap; pulling it from under his slave's ass, he stared on it sliding past the soft, round curves. A contraction pulsed through his dick. "You... Will have more pleasure than a common ape could ever deserve... Because your emperor smiles on you..." He waited to lay this set of straps on the ape; long enough to raise the clasp-side to his nose, and sniff down its length, indulged in the gorilla's warm crackmusk. It came so close to breaking his control, but his mind kept strong control. "Be-... Because I wish no less than you, to see how a man of your stature would take me... And how I'd use that wonder I've put between your legs... And all the strength behind it in your brawn, to work..." He watched the ape fasten this set; the mass of those biceps, their flinching motion, never taking eyes away as he moved to the third, lowest straps. "My mental might, entwined with your physical... Nude and pouring sweat, as you jam it deep within me... I've... I've waited so long, in plotting it..." He lifted the final set; knowing his slave couldn't reach, he took this coupling on himself; and bringing clasp to buckle, met them to each other suggestively. He stared upwards, over every inch of ape; entirely huge, from feet to thighs to pecs, and that javelin of manhood between, wriggling in quakes up his mindslave's abs. He slammed hands on the bed, and mounted; climbing up, he could see the slick streams of pre down ape's stomach, and at the end opposing him, a face that screamed a million words. Square jawline, slack in vulnerability; tongue limp, abandoned to his fate; and the eyes, red-ringed and open to the basic, come-hither countenance. Mojo half-knelt, half-crawled up the ape's legs; their beef threw heat by his ankles, to go with the blaze he felt above in tight hand. Five seconds, and he'd moved far enough to stand with ass over ape's loins; falling to his knees, either side of his mantoy's haunches. The ape knew only sight and sound, in heavy moment; Mojo's lithe build, while it sank to wrap a hand around his monster; the monkey's own brief 'ook', to feel the trembling from current through its size; and picking it up, holding tight to the slippery skin by his underbulge. Last was Mojo's voice; deeper, drawn out and tinted with more crave than even he himself felt. "You exist for me. Through my bliss, my ecstacy, you will know your heaven." Kneeled over his musclebound pet, as damp with sweat and thirst, Mojo held that leviathan straight up; and lowered, sinking his primed hole to cover it. Echoes filled the room, spacious ends returning Mojo's outcry in its quivering frenzy. The ape's head alone already filled him; pushing cheeks apart, threatening to stretch his tender flesh. And those fourteen inches' owner, tied so snug to the bed, tested the straps' integrity; bowing up against them, shocked with incredible passion. Banging feet on the table, whooshing air in O-formed lips, he took just what Mojo described; and his captor could hardly keep silent, pulling him inside. "OHHHH... S-so huge... I can barely take..." Mojo tilted down, his bare chest lowering; it swept close enough to mix his heat with his slave's, and for him to hear the laboured, frantic breathing. His lips drew the healthiest grin. "You feel it... How tremendous, brimming with all a man holds dear... Can you last, I wonder..." Mojo spoke the last to himself; aching shot down his legs, with his hole so buried. Just now a third of the way; five beercan inches, and their mass was more than he'd imagined, pushing up in his passage. The tilt forward became a dive; the gorilla wailed under him, fighting the restraints to writhe in such ecstacy. Neither primate could stand how good it felt; Mojo's coping was to focus on where he now reclined, the ape's pecs hard on his own, and a field of bulging abs propped under his stomach. The firmness, heat, cloak of fuzz on all the best places; Mojo's mouth was so limp his tongue could only spill out. And so it hit the ape, between his chest peaks, tracing the split with monkey's eyes shut tight. The bare opposite of his rear; he pushed back on wobbly knees, sliding inch eight up and in. 'Hard' would never do to describe his own cock; it throbbed harder than his heart, harder than the flesh of his pet's treasure trail, to which it pressed and weeped pre. Mojo's groans - heavy, low, unstoppable - became another part to mix with his manwhore's, rising together. Mojo's eyes flung open to study that face, his creation's wincing joy. It was like bellows to a fire; chest-worship simply wouldn't be enough. "So-oohhhoh... So much I've made perfect on you..." Mojo's pitch straddled dominance and frailty; weakened as much by where he lay, as by the massive rod he sank onto. He could still reach the ape's shoulders; and stretched out, laying core even flatter on the mountain of man. Guiding his face not to their blades, but their bend; wide and thick with scented hair. His hunger flowed in every breath; taken through his nose, plunged hard in their forests for whiff-on-whiff. Catching the smell, so musked and pungeant, he added tongue to the party, whipping through curls in mad zeal. It amazed him that he hadn't shot off... And made it just as hard for him not to, as for the helpless feast of beef he tormented. Groaning, even growling in yearn, he sank to inch number ten, his ring raw and stretched in agonied joy. Now was the moment; his slave's huge member vanishing within, the ultradeep bass cracking as it worked to scream unbearable pleasure, Mojo proved the menace of his reputation. "You won't finish. You have not begun to work," Mojo's tone slid wicked, though weak, "But your master now demands. You can move in those straps... Enough to push yourself the rest of the way..." He allowed his face to dip, and hum while he drew a nose-path down ape's chest; enamored with the fruits of his captive. "You bellow like it can't be withstood, this new pleasure... But every cell of you craves it. Know the single price of Chemical Y..." Mojo let the slightest cackle, more pant than sound. "... It will never leave you be, until you've emptied that burden... Shot those hot creamy ropes, wheresoever they land." Mojo was nearly done tempting; but already felt a shove, and two more inches invading him. Thus the final phrase of torturing his slave was little more than a whimper. "... You're insatiable... And as I lay upon you, it's a toll we share..." No coaching was needed. He wouldn't have to tell the ape, order him to slide it deeper; before they could share another groan, inch fourteen was jabbed in to the hilt. Mojo's voice was half-screech and moan, his back arching to the sky, with all sensations meeting; the ape's breath on his face, tickles from bush between his cheeks, and his plaything's endowment, so far within him it sent shudders down every limb. Just to have it slide the full way was euphoria; a sore, throbbing entry to paradise, no less than he'd expected. His neck tightened, turning screech to a whimper; hardly thinking how much stronger it would be, when his brick-wall-manslut started thrusting. As well he did; commanded by his own craving urge, and aware enough to savour Mojo's body; how its sleek, toned height took his cock like it was made for him. Through gorilla's eyes, he perceived and revered; Mojo's rasping tenor, made into gasping whines, deep flutters while he drew back a portion of his length; the sound it made, sticky with his pre and remainder of his spit when their manhood had met. Just to hear, and understand, he put his own groans to Mojo's; the humid heat mixed seamlessly, same as that which poured from their bodies, sweat and effort wicked in fur and body hair. Only six inches had retreated, and stopped, when gorilla gave a grin of his own; teeth tight, leering to his master, while his hips shoved back in with flair. Faster and tougher than before, by leaps and bounds; Mojo's eyes could only open to a crack, but saw in that face what was better than he could've planned: mind control was now redundant. His slave, for what little consciousness could peek beyond its harness, had committed... All too ready to plug his tender ass, already moving its pink to red, and from just a single pump. Mojo, for all his piss and vinegar, sent the pitch of a full-on uke. "Ohhhhhhfuuuuuck..." Another slide out, this time to expose seven inches; a full half of his hair-ringed length. Mojo's stomach rolled, muscle spasming to accept it; the ape's only tensed, contributing to the force of a push. It hit into his king with power; jiggling those bare monkey cheeks, even spread as wide as he'd put them. The pace was on; a thrust every second, no give or resistance from his master, apart from how his body itself recoiled on taking such size. And with every push and pull - each time Mojo's shorter form was shanked with beefy slavecock - his lungs belched out the innermost thoughts. "Sooo... Huge... OhGod... My... Pet... Is... Utter... Man..." The bed rocked under them; the straps held true, but stretched all the same; tested like Mojo's hole, taking the slave for all the might he devoted, shove after shove of that monster. The pre it leaked dribbled down; escaping Mojo's ass, netting itself between the drape of hairs on ape's bush, collecting to suspend in drops from his sack. Mojo's rod ached more than his rear; so hard it was almost abuse, self-made from hellish arousal. Its own clear lube trailed on his underside; a highway down the swell of his urethra, like even his dick itself was begging to cum. Ordinary men could never do as Mojo; take this ravaging, from his own slave and own body, and still renew his smirk. Still peer to his mantoy through the top of his eyes, and recapture supremacy. "Harder... FUCK my hole... Ohh-h-h bash it you inferior shit..." His gorilla poured sweat; the grunts rumbling from his throat took a positive edge, and his hips all-but-lunged into the cushion of Mojo's ass. The supergenius went on, as smooth as able with that meat rocket ramming his caboose. "OHHGOD... OHH-h-hyes... You think yourself such a stallion... Prove to me..." His mouth said he looked down on the ape; but the whip of his tongue over deep, hairy pecs said he worshipped his servant. The ape pushed merciless, causing Mojo two aches; his manhole raw from its size impaling him, and his cheekflesh shooting pain, parted so wide. He pushed himself along the ape's torso; movement numbed the pain, and brushed him along the iron-strength of that muscle underneath. Its size, and that of what explored him, just wrecking his inner cave with passion, stayed his focus; same as the smell, stronger every moment as they perspired on each other; down to Mojo's feet, and his concubine's bent, sturdy knees. Before the monkey could throw more aggression, it was leap-frogged by wails; his dick was so hard that even gliding up the ape's abs was blissful torture, and on the precipice of bringing his load. "D-drill me... Pitiful wretch, Fuck your master..." Though the slave had kept wordless, an urge rose within; he had one phrase, one emotion to contribute, through the crack of his strained, booming bass. "You don't know... How hard... I'll go off..." It showed Mojo his limit; brought him to the cliff, and began the tingle down deep. Peak was en-route, no stopping it, and he dwelled on his success... The god-of-man he'd designed, built so thick and huge, hung so giant, and flanked with such thick hair where it counted. And his scent, finer than any false musk in a bottle; the waft from those pits seemed to target his nostrils, steeped in damp tufted strands, not unlike the pecfuzz Mojo's face pushed over on each thrust. While he drew into climax - so quick and deep his dick felt like it was glowing - his body itself glided up his manpet's. Fourteen inches shoved so hard, they moved his full weight, and so easily. Mojo's every frontal part now rubbed on the beefcake, over and back, repeated. He could no longer command his own muscle; but it acted alone, lifting his neck and chest, bringing more sweat to trickle. His tight-shut eyes faced the ceiling; lips quivered, then did the rest of him, and made his words a howl. "OHHH-MYPETIS-STEALINGITFROMMEEE-E-E-" What the ape heard, was Mojo confessing sensation; blurting how he'd aced the job, in the moment. Monkey's cock welled with white; first leaking to a ball on his slithole, before the power kicked in. A rope of white burst, and streaked to slave's chest, trailing a line from the washboard to the top of his mancleavage. Its heat was nothing next to that of the mantoy; it felt cool on ape's core, and by the time another shot atop it, he'd taken its surprise, and only deepened pumps into his king. The shorter, leaner monkey, braying helpless moans, knew alone what his peaking words suggested. He ruled his new pet; but for what he now took, and how his form paled to compare, the power wasn't his. To think of this, and still have the male under iron fist, he only shot harder. Heavier than icing; like the ape's beef had a pail of cream upended above it. And Mojo wailed on; spilling all the pain, and greater joy, into the moan he flung behind gnashed fangs; in full-body shudders, thrusting his fat cock with every rope it flung. The ape's chest took load after load; sticky lines and beads fell and lifted with his abs, and the air he swallowed on each gasp, desperate to follow master's lead. Clear drops hit the table, knocked loose from his pit hair by the motion; Mojo shot on, flinging cream like he'd been backed up critically... Unable to curb himself and lunge down, but blessed by their scent all the same. He could no more reign in his body than his lungs; they spoke his every thought, unfiltered. "FFFUUUUCK, MY MANSERVANT... SO HUGE, SO FAR IN ME..." The gorilla knew praise to hear it; recognizing the contentment, the approval. Whether by his being controlled, or true sentiments, his lips thinned in a smirk. "I... Please my king..." He looked on Mojo's features: jaw gaping, eyes shut and their brow set in pure, whining joy, while he jackhammered that hole. His own thighs, huge and strong, took on a faint ache; repeated tightening took its toll, though they were far too strong to approach giving out. A different ache throbbed in his sack, both plump orbs; he wanted nothing more than to cum, something palpably clear as he went on, and Mojo's load dwindled to roll down his frenulum. "Is my liege... Relieved? " He put slyness to the latter part; shoving into Mojo hard as ever, so fast that every pump had the monkey wail in shock. "He loves taking this beef? " Quick, with warm precision, he pushed in to the base; holding in and groaning, like his dick itself embraced Mojo from within. Ecstacy, devotion and the patience to prove his respect, in spite of how he pined for release. Mojo's dick spat the last of its loads; his neck was jelly, chin bobbling with how drained and serene he'd become. "Speak of it as you wish... You've so earned the right..." He edged up, closer to the ape's strained smile, and dipped an index finger to his cock. He raked the furred flesh along his fren, steady as he could with the ape fucking deep and on; counting on how it would speed his slave along, the sight and what he'd soon say concerning it. Only after his finger lifted off; stretching a cord of his own offering, thin and white. "My favour... My royal seed, it's spilled for you..." The ape still worked him, but he'd been more than broken in; and so sighed, leaned back and just took it while the rhythm increased. Relishing his manslut, and the grunts in crucial bass; giving his pet one last morsel. "... You so dashed expectations... And it only grows better, today begins paradise." The monkey's brilliance ever-leaked. No word was a lie, but he'd taken clues from his pet; predicted how that truth would be taken, by the mountain of man who used him. His ape pushed fourteen inches like a battering ram; the pain that had been, died off to leave only pleasure. Mojo's body kept limp, his afterglow enhanced to still take that ungodly dicking. But the ape went only tenser; as his arms bulged, and perspiration ran down the soles of huge feet, he was more than close. Mojo'd engineered the straps just as strong as he'd bragged... But even they could hardly stand against that power, the huge pile of brawn twitching to kick out in the growing peak. Mojo's eyes cracked open; his wide maw was a parted, breathy grin. "I feel it in you... It's so close... My pet's first gift for his master..." The pace only deepened. Mojo's hole was red as sunset around the rod using him; every clock's tick had him take two full thrusts, down to ape's base and up his inner guts. His body rolled along with the floor of muscle beneath; pecs, abs and lungfuls fighting in turn for which could be more spastic in their pleasure. Sweat dripped from the bedside while it jostled and rocked; Mojo's groans elongated, a vibrato through his manslave's tough hammering, and every time the fist-sized head filled out inside him. With its distention coming more and more often - and the straps more often bowing, for gorilla's uncontrollable furor - he could see the advent of climax, infusing his creation's every limb. Talk was still a chore, with his rear so beaten up every turn; but he was far past noticing, his nipples hard as his spunk-coated cock. "Tell me what compels you... Be bold..." The air of regal pomp flicked his tongue. "... I command you." The ape shoved so hard his knees bent in unison, sassing the straps' restriction, shimmying the flesh on Mojo's backside. Nothing said before had so rattled the windows. "I need... to give... to fill you..." Mojo's ass clenched; his grin wound so far it pocked his jawline. "Yee-e-es... Exploit your king... Inject me..." He limpened chest-upwards, by choice, just to fall on that beef a second go. Skirting his nose, then his tongue, worshipping the ape's perfect nipples, flicking their poke, tasting flesh and manly fuzz alike. He had only time for one last look; hot air blew past his fangs, on-sight of that 5 o' clock shadow; draping half his pet's face, each stiff nubby strand like a tuning fork in the rise of howls. It had started; the ape bucked into him, so hard he felt it in his balls; fucking him so deep it ached to his very neck. Monkey's ears rang with the splitting boom. "OHH-H-HHI'MGONNASHOOTINYOURASSHOOOLE!!! " It was nothing Mojo could brace for; no amount of foresight could've stayed his ass from arching, high and stiff. It went off like a mortar; the monkey screamed even louder than he who fired and felt it. Monkey's hands gripped his slave's lats, white-knuckled and trembling. The second shot came on; Mojo's ass kept tight as a tin can, but the force alone had it leak a trail of white. By the third, and fourth, no less a shotgun than the first, any hope to hold it in was null... Mojo's every nerve cried out to him, while a pint of cream exploded from his hole, shot back in recoil around that third limb. The ape's hands threw random signing; alloy straps stretched narrow by his wrists. Mojo's screams ebbed and flowed while he bounced on that huge chest; the ape took breath after breath just to empty them in thunderclaps. His bush and Mojo's sack came together; trading ropes of cum, and pre, and heavy sweat, all in heat like a greenhouse. Mojo's throat was sore, wailing so long and unsteady; and it was only shot six, in his tenderized cavern. Cream went everywhere; all down the ape's dick while it pumped out more, in Mojo's ass like a sleeve of liquid, painting up his bubble-cheeks, greasing the spread from ape's cock to his navel and heaviest where it trapped on Mojo's taint, a puddle held fast between their bodies. Mojo could hear nothing over his creation; only felt his own helpless vocals, under the proof of how staggering the ape's climax swept over. Mist splattered Mojo's shut eyelids; the ape's screams were deep enough to fling tiny beads of drool, by far the least of all fluids he gave up. Bliss was total; no side of it wasn't full and incredible, until shot seventeen at last gave some letup to the flood. But just to the point that it shot slower; not a full-magnum burst like all before it. A warble from Mojo; the closest he could come to a groan, made so weak, and still taking shoves from his 'invention'. He could hold no more, and for every drop shooting into him, an equal spurt broke from his hole, streaking the table. The ape's knees bucked less and less; his thick toes slowed their wriggling, and a pair of lungs found gradual calm. The monkey'd taken all there was to give... What remained left thick trails down his undersplit, oozing from within drop by drop. The slowest, gentlest act he'd yet do, was to push up with both hands, and slide that massive length outward. He could feel the 'give' within, as his guts were made to return by their natural shape... Quick rushes of pain, then cathartic easing. He didn't stop until the head popped free; ape coughed a gasp while that monster fell to lay on and beyond his fuzzed navel. It was taken out for one purpose, Mojo's planning; so he could slink down the core of his plaything, his chest down those abs, stirring churned mix of seed and sweat. The ape's blurry stare locked to the ceiling; never looked down, only felt Mojo's breath on his cock, huffing at its flesh, until it stopped by the cock-to-sack junction. Then, the tongue, softly poking him, flattening on the girth of his underside. He tensed all over again, as it made its glide north, catching to hold the long white trails. In Mojo's maw, they lumped, on all sides of his far-afeld fangs; he'd never shown such care and devotion, than in the lust of his collecting that mouthful; shot from nowhere but his hairy manslave's package, stewed in the musk of his own battered hole, and the salty edge to humidity kicked up with one another. The ape hurled hiccupped gasps, twitching everywhere, until the very instant Mojo's tongue left him at the point of his dickhead. Nothing was left on that rocket; nothing was swallowed. Mojo's cheeks near-bulged; he showed equal care in crawling up his ape's body, barely focused for the fault of how it felt to grind past that beef. But he held it like a pro, between lips and throat, until their faces came cravingly together. Mojo's lips hit his ape's... And as they opened, Mojo's tongue expored his creation's last frontier; shoveling with it a portion of what he'd cleaned. Greed paid off for both of them; the ape's stomach curved in its rolls, gulping his own hot cream, tongue fencing his king-and-cocksleeve's. Through the moments - with each body pressed tight as physics wouldn't bar - he took his unannounced prize, the impassioned way he was made to swallow what he'd first given master. Mojo's throat hummed; the ape's did similar, between when it bulged with thick wads slipping deep to his gullet. Mojo's lips stayed on his, until both knew there was none left to give. Only then, did the monkey start retreating, and open eyes to see the gratitude he'd drawn from his plaything, plain on every chiseled, manly end of that face. Fun had wrapped, deeds were seen to their end. Mojo simply collapsed atop his muse, not a single muscle flexing or tight, save for his diaphragm, where the fourteen inches' pressure had winded him. Mojo's head swam; so much ache, and pleasure, hugged like colours on a barber pole. To that end his thoughts kept, riding a glow beyond comprehension... At least, with his delirium in such bodily rapture. Under this, the background noise was pure; just his manslave, expelling air from his cream-covered hill of chestbeef, rumbles of breath so hot they stung the monkey's brow, rasping faint hints of baritone. Red light bathed their spent bodies; its hue touched everything, from shoulders to broad, moist feet, and all the cum-soaked flesh between, slick with manly payment for peaks. Mojo's faculties crept back to him, slow as his exhausted respiring, and introduced two thoughts. The first and dominant, was how little he'd seen from one encounter; how much he'd be repaid for his work, day in and day out, from the specimen beneath. The second - something more of a suspicion - was if he undid the control of ape's mind, how much might stay the same. His neck lifted, weak but stable; he let the slightest mewl to see those eyes staring back at him. "Can you... Tell me how it hits you..." A pause, while he dipped to nose that hairy chest. "... To consider it. Now, and every day forward..." The ape's bass put vibrations to Mojo, every green inch of his hide. A hand the size of Mojo's face swept the fur by his spine. "I... Know privelege..." The hand skewed south; carefully stroking by the monkey's tender hole, dragging ropes of his seed. "... It's to be where I am, and what I'm for..." It filled Mojo's ears, the last pleasured bit for their consummating; his groan pulled strength from fulfillment. And then, unprovoked, a chuckle. Gorilla's head rose, showing curiosity; but Mojo put that quickly to rest. "It's a riot, the mere thought... All the time I put to waste, against three kindergarten freaks. Lifeless machines always fell... While if I just had more of you..." The ape could feel every move of Mojo's features; most of all the newly-born smirk of plotting evil. He could still ask, in his state; but Mojo preempted him. "I'd elect to test how far I can reign you, beyond these walls. Another outing to the zoo... I'm sure you'd like that, fraternizing with brethren..." Though sight was blocked by the ape's pecs, he cut eyes sidewards all the same. "... And I'd love to see what the papers write, about the largest, most X-rated conquering the world has seen since Rome..."

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