The experiment is a sucess. He more vicious and effective than ever before. His reaction time and reflexes unparalleled. With the asset programmed this way his own body is churning out record amounts of testosterone and he is nearly unstoppable. 'It won't stop. It won't go away.' He thinks in trance like state of mind. He knows now no matter what the rage transformed into lust will never end.
He holds the pillow down pumping his hips ferociously, his pace nearly inhuman. His skin is irritated all over his glans and corona. The skin is red from the almost non stop friction. He is grunting in a voice like a growl but no words come out. They stay inside now and he gets in less trouble because of it.
'This is the eighth time today. It feels so awful... so good... so wrong... so right. What am I to do with this? How is this to be utilized in combat? All it does is make me... Oh, god uuunff~! It makes me a fire that can't be put out.' He shudders from head to toe as he cums again, fluid spilling out onto the already soaked pillow.
He throws himself back on to the mattress and not five minutes later he is desperately hard again. Panting he thinks about what to do and the answer is easy. Do 'it'. Do it again and again and again.
As big as he is with 40% more muscle definition now he remains flexible and skilled in acrobatics. He assumes halasana, easily achieving a shoulderstand and raising both legs above his head planting his feet on the wall at the head of his stiff now too small bed. He uses them for leverage and begins fucking his own mouth, gagging and choking on the head of his own dick. His shaft stretches his lips wide almost painfully so.
'So I think this is how it will befrom now on. I will fight kill and obey then when I'm alone I'll burn. In every position possible untill this fire goes out.' He thinks. 'I wonder if I am infringing on a command by doing this? Do I really care?'
The asset's smokey turquoise eyes smolder at no one as he takes his cock fucking as hard as physics will allow him to. Tears leak from his eyes and he growls into the meat of himself. He bites as it drags in and out of his mouth, his teeth delivering in a way his lips and tongue can not. Accumulated saliva pours out of the corners of his mouth like a slobbering dog. He imagines seeing himself and he thinks dazedly 'Yes, like dog. Fucking like an animal. Pushing my penis deep inside as if hiding something, a secret sticks fast where they can't find it.'
Then he is cumming again. True to his condition peramiters, he likes it. The flavor, the texture, the idea of how it comes into being all delicious concepts he is allowed to know so he doesn't sicken when STRIKE runs a train on his mouth. Him confusedly puking up pints of the stuff on the last guy was only funny to them for a while. They had a game to see how much semen he could swallow before it came back out. It was well and good until the idiots realized they were training his body to reject it so soon the appearance of any milky or clear substances caused him to vomit violently instantly. So they fixed his programing and now he can never have enough cum.
He is still sucking hard on the head of his own dick when the door to the room he is kept in for resting before and after a mission swings open. He doesn't even stop when he hears Rumlow saying "Welp, looks like there really were indeed some behavioural side effects." with a nasty laugh.
The asset only halts because he needs to catch his breath which speaks about how vigorously he had been working to cum again.
But it's not just orgasm he hungers for. It's everything and anything. He wishes to be fucked until he prolapses. Strapped down for a five hour urethral sounding. Fed the ejaculate of every Hydra member in the compound, all 2500 of them. Have his nipples clamped hard enough and long enough to cause deep bruising. Smothered in the soft cold bodies of the female agents and crushed under the hard hot bodies of the males. He would recieve everything from every other gender possibility, whatever they individually can give to feed the flames.
Fill Depending On One's Position... (1/?)
He holds the pillow down pumping his hips ferociously, his pace nearly inhuman. His skin is irritated all over his glans and corona. The skin is red from the almost non stop friction. He is grunting in a voice like a growl but no words come out. They stay inside now and he gets in less trouble because of it.
'This is the eighth time today. It feels so awful... so good... so wrong... so right. What am I to do with this? How is this to be utilized in combat? All it does is make me... Oh, god uuunff~! It makes me a fire that can't be put out.' He shudders from head to toe as he cums again, fluid spilling out onto the already soaked pillow.
He throws himself back on to the mattress and not five minutes later he is desperately hard again. Panting he thinks about what to do and the answer is easy. Do 'it'. Do it again and again and again.
As big as he is with 40% more muscle definition now he remains flexible and skilled in acrobatics. He assumes halasana, easily achieving a shoulderstand and raising both legs above his head planting his feet on the wall at the head of his stiff now too small bed. He uses them for leverage and begins fucking his own mouth, gagging and choking on the head of his own dick. His shaft stretches his lips wide almost painfully so.
'So I think this is how it will befrom now on. I will fight kill and obey then when I'm alone I'll burn. In every position possible untill this fire goes out.' He thinks. 'I wonder if I am infringing on a command by doing this? Do I really care?'
The asset's smokey turquoise eyes smolder at no one as he takes his cock fucking as hard as physics will allow him to. Tears leak from his eyes and he growls into the meat of himself. He bites as it drags in and out of his mouth, his teeth delivering in a way his lips and tongue can not. Accumulated saliva pours out of the corners of his mouth like a slobbering dog. He imagines seeing himself and he thinks dazedly 'Yes, like dog. Fucking like an animal. Pushing my penis deep inside as if hiding something, a secret sticks fast where they can't find it.'
Then he is cumming again. True to his condition peramiters, he likes it. The flavor, the texture, the idea of how it comes into being all delicious concepts he is allowed to know so he doesn't sicken when STRIKE runs a train on his mouth. Him confusedly puking up pints of the stuff on the last guy was only funny to them for a while. They had a game to see how much semen he could swallow before it came back out. It was well and good until the idiots realized they were training his body to reject it so soon the appearance of any milky or clear substances caused him to vomit violently instantly. So they fixed his programing and now he can never have enough cum.
He is still sucking hard on the head of his own dick when the door to the room he is kept in for resting before and after a mission swings open. He doesn't even stop when he hears Rumlow saying "Welp, looks like there really were indeed some behavioural side effects." with a nasty laugh.
The asset only halts because he needs to catch his breath which speaks about how vigorously he had been working to cum again.
But it's not just orgasm he hungers for. It's everything and anything. He wishes to be fucked until he prolapses. Strapped down for a five hour urethral sounding. Fed the ejaculate of every Hydra member in the compound, all 2500 of them. Have his nipples clamped hard enough and long enough to cause deep bruising. Smothered in the soft cold bodies of the female agents and crushed under the hard hot bodies of the males. He would recieve everything from every other gender possibility, whatever they individually can give to feed the flames.