Zombification

“Well, go on! I’m ready” Alon urges.

“You see this slave kneeling in front of you, totally submissive and drooling at you? Do you know why it is so? I mentioned earlier that his lobotomy only leaves a sense of insatiable lust. With that, how do you think he is keeping himself from lunging at you and latching onto your cock? This cheap fabric covering your crotch certainly won’t hold him back.” Alex chuckles, pulling down Alon’s pants and revealing a thick, veiny monster of a dick, which sprang to attention as it was released from its confines, ready for some action. Alon had a beer can cock, thick all around, but especially thick around the head, which was now slick with precum.

“When we designed the transformation, we also took into account the need to regulate the lust so as to keep the slave in control. These regulators are located at the back of the throat, and deep inside the ass - which is why he has to be kept gagged and plugged, too ensure good behaviour.” Alex continues, pointing to my gag, and giving it a little prod, pushing it deeper into my throat. Automatically, this triggers a moan, and more drool leaks out from my mouth. He moves to my back, and similarly gives my plug a push. It hits my prostate and my ass quivers, hips convulsing as my knees give way, my muscular body collapsing in a spasming heap.   

Alon’s eyes widen with glee. Noticing this, Alex carries on. “In order to activate the lust, all you have to do is remove either one of these regulators. But be warned, what you see next may surprise you.” he smirks at Alon, moving back to my mouth, fingers gripping the gag firmly and pulls it out. 

It was like I was pushed off a cliff and experiencing freefall. My insides twisted and coiled, and I could feel my skin burning, threatening to tear itself off of me. Removing the gag left a void in my mouth, but it also felt like a void in my entire existence. I was incomplete and if I don’t get that piece of myself back, I might just disintegrate. “Get… cock…” I croaked, voice hoarse from the lack of use, drool freely pouring out now since there was nothing to keep it in. I was still on the floor, but my arms were finding the strength to support myself and push myself back into a kneeling position. “Suck.. cum.. Slut… dick…” I was incoherent, but I needed something to fill my throat again, anything. As I looked up, Alon’s cock sprang into view. That was all my once-blank eyes could see now. “Cock… sir” That will do, I need that in me so that I can be complete again! My legs found the strength to stand, moving awkwardly in front of each other to approach Alon’s cock, slowly gaining ground.

As I lumbered closer to Alon, his eyes widen, not believing what was happening. Alex, seeing the panic on Alon’s face, smirks and presses the button on his remote. 

Immediately, intense pain radiates from my neck, the collar Alex put on me earlier sending shockwaves through my body and forcing me back onto my knees. “Cock… cum…” I groaned, trying to muster the strength to fight against the shocks. I needed to complete myself again or I would die! 

Alex pressed the button again, sending another serving of shocks through my body, and my muscles seized. My spasming body collapsed back onto the floor, stiff as a board, paralysed by the barrage of shocks sent my way. 

Satisfied with the demonstration, Alex approaches with my gag, and stuffs it back into my writhing body. A familiar sense of calm washes over me, and my body relaxes. My mind goes blank again, as did my eyes.