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In had been...two(?) days since Dr. Flug first injected himself with his lust potion, courtesy of Dementia. And, well, things were getting out of hand.
Literally. He was choking his chicken, as it were, pretty much around the clock and it was doing less and less to scratch that itch of his. Jacking off just wasn’t doing it for him anymore. Not to mention his dick was sore from the constant attention and blood flow. And his jacking-hand was cramping. He wasn’t a spry teenager anymore, he couldn’t just masturbate for hours on end like he could in high school!
But his rebound time was at a record low. He was good to go again in maybe five minutes. He’d be proud if it wasn’t such a hinderance.
So, Black Hat should be pleased. The effects were getting stronger and Flug was pretty much losing all his blood to his hard-on by this point so, could he start on that antidote yet?
Well, maybe. Black Hat hadn’t come down to the lab since that whole “Daddy” fiasco (it shot an additional pang of arousal to his dick every time he so much as thought the word) and Flug had been more or less left to his own devices. Not that he could really work on any of those devices in the state he was in. Dementia hadn’t come in as often, or the doctor just hadn’t noticed her as he was too preoccupied trying desperately to alleviate his MIGHTY NEED to relieve himself.
He pretty much lived in the bathroom now. His aching, leaking cock in his sweaty palm. He was sick of masturbating, a phrase he never thought he’d say. He was tired of playing with himself. It only quelled the urge for a few minutes anyway. What was even the point anymore?
Ah, that was it! It hit him like a ton of bricks! He needed more ! He needed more than just this type of stimulation! He needed something more intense than just jacking off! Daddy would probably want him to write that down somewhere, that as it went on and the urge got more intense, heavier sexual stimulation was needed for release. Oh Daddy was going to be so pleased with this new development!
Wait...who was he talking about? And why was he feeling so excited?
Oh no.
Oh no no no no.
Please tell him that fluttering in his chest was just another symptom of the serum. Like, it was going to give him a stroke if he didn’t cure himself soon. He could not believe the thoughts going through his head!
But...he was feeling a bit more up to waxing his carrot again...
With wide eyes, he stroked himself slowly. It didn’t feel quite as good as it had before when he’d had Daddy- I mean Black Hat touching him. But the more he invaded his thoughts, the more Flug was losing himself to his fantasy.
“Oh, oh, oh Daddy ~” He moaned out in between gasps for air. His bag was off, it was getting to be nigh impossible to breathe with the constricting paper around his head, and he was basically a trembling fountain of sweat. His tired hips were spurred into motion once more as his body arched at the thought of Daddy touching him again. Oh Lucifer what if his body was too used to his own touch and he could only get off if he had someone else ? If he had... Black Hat ?
Flug groaned at the phantom feeling of that tight grip on his sensitive area again. He tried to emulate it but it was either too hard or not hard enough whenever he did it. Oh God he needed...he needed ...
“Daddy!” He cried out, still not stimulated enough to cum but his body was worn out and he couldn’t force his hand to go any faster or harder. God, was he getting blisters from this? It wasn’t enough, his hand wasn’t enough for him anymore and that fleshlight he ordered (with rapid shipping!) still hadn’t arrived. Or maybe someone had stolen it, he didn’t know. Would Dementia have any use for a fleshlight? If it had been dildos or a vibrator he’d understand but-
“You called, baby?” Asked a sultry voice in front of his tired, drooping eyelids.
Eyelids which shot up to reveal Da- Black Hat standing in front of him with the most predatorally sexual looked he’d ever seen and wanted to throw himself at. Flug jumped in surprise, and landed on the bathroom floor. His pants around his ankles and the rest of his clothes strewn around the floor. He’d taken his shirt and lab coat off beforehand, it was just too hot and they’d been sticking to his skin.
Ok, ok ok ok, he needed this badly and maybe he could convince Black Hat to humor him one more time and then let him start on the antidote. Surely this was enough to prove it’s potential and Flug didn’t have to go through this any longer, right?
“L-Lord Black Hat, sir, I-” He panted out, not even bothering to cover or pick himself up. “I...”
“It seems the urge is getting stronger,” He said, maddeningly conversational. Like there was no rush or anything, no reason not to drag it out for as long as possible. “You’ve been in here for hours. Is this all you’ve been doing?”
Flug nodded, it was pretty much all he could do. He managed to prop himself up on his elbows and lift his head enough to look at his Daddy- boss ! He was his boss !
“S-Sir, I can’t...It’s not...I...” Dr. Flug struggled to get more than just a few words at a time out. He cupped his hand and moved it up and down in a jerking off motion. “N-Not...not enough...Not enough...anymore...”
“So, you’re no longer saited by masturbation?” The evil creature asked. “Interesting. Doctor, what do you suppose would be enough for you in this state?”
Flug’s vision was swimming, but he was fairly sure the demon was smirking at him.
“ Daddy ,” He whined out. God he sounded pathetic. “Daddy. Daddy. Daddy~ ”
The monster hummed, and with a snap Dr. Flug found himself on a plush carpeted floor and in front of an intimidating desk he recognized after staring at it for a few seconds.
Black Hat’s office.
“Get up, you miserable thing.” Black Hat said harshly. The doctor struggled to his feet, swaying a bit on unsteady legs. His erection made movement a bit bothersome.
“Over the desk.” He snapped. “Now!”
Dr. Flug stumbled his way over to the desk, which was oddly bare not that he really thought about it much.
What did he want? Well, he wanted him on the desk but how? Laying down? Sitting? Bent over? Flug didn’t really have much direction to go on here. What was he planning to do? What did Flug want him to do? Flug braced both his hands on the sturdy hardwood (Mmmm hard wood), more just to steady himself, and found himself shoved against the desk and held down by his wrists.
Bent over it was.
“You know, Flug, there’s been something I’ve been meaning to ask you since the other day.” Black Hat said, voice relaxed. “I’ve never really cared or paid any mind to your sexual preferences, but now I’m curious. You’re gay?”
“Bi-Bisexual.” The man choked out.
“Ah, I see. I thought it was a bit odd, you up and calling me ‘Daddy’ of all things. I have no idea what I was expecting your kink to be, but that sure wasn’t it.”
Dr. Flug whined as he felt the beast running his fingers over his entire body oh so lightly. His entirely exposed body. Which he was going over in feather-light strokes and intentionally avoiding all the places he needed it! He needed more, he needed his touch, he needed his Daddy .
“S-Sir?”
“Ah ah ah,” Black Hat tutted. “Say it right.”
Oh for fucks sake!
“Daddy?”
“Yes, baby?” Oh holy hell he could feel his cock jump at being called his baby.
“D-Do you h-h-have a p-penis?”
“I do.”
“C-Can y-y-you...” Flug stuttered
He felt a sudden rush of air as Black Hat pulled away. He was about to turn to see why when he felt a hard slap to his ass.
He cried out in alarm and held onto the desk.
“I have a few more questions for you, baby. Be a good little boy and I’ll give you a reward. Understand?” A hand smacked Flug’s cheek again, this time holding on and squeezing roughly.
“Y-Yes Daddy~” Flug groaned out, nodding his head against the sturdy desk.
“Good.” Black Hat purred in that deep sexy voice of his. The sound of it sent shivers all throughout Flug’s body. “Oh? How does my voice make you feel?” He asked as he moved his hand up to fist in Flug’s hair.
“H-Hot,” He said in a high pitched voice. “N-N-Need. More.”
Black Hat slammed Flug’s head against the desk. All it succeeded in doing was pushing his top half down and sticking his hips up and out. Mmmm, it was the perfect position. He could feel his entire bottom half tense up in anticipation. It had been so long since he’d bottomed, it was going to burn deliciously .
“You know, I don’t remember you enjoying physical abuse quite this much.” Black Hat spanked him a few more times, each harder than the last, this time pricking the skin of his sore bottom with his claws when he paused to grip Flug’s cheeks tight. Each fall of his hand spurned more obscene screams from the doctor’s throat. “Have you really been a masochist deep down this whole time?”
“N-No, I-I-I...no.” He groaned out. Typically he wasn’t into stuff like this. At least not at this level. Or so quickly.
“Hmm, perhaps the serum has made you so desperate for another’s touch that even pain becomes pleasurable.” Black Hat mused. “Tell me, how is this ?”
Dr. Flug let out a cry of strangled pleasure as Black Hat’s claws pierced his skin and dragged themselves down his side, making a shallow slice into his body.
Then he did it again. And again. And down his back. And on his arms. And one of his legs. All the while the doctor held onto the desk and took it.
“Come on baby,” Black Hat cooed. “Tell Daddy how it feels.”
“So good, Daddy,” He panted out. “So so so good.” It had never felt good before to have Black Hat dragging his claws all down his body.
“Do you want more?” Black Hat asked.
“Y-Yes! Please yes! Please yes more Daddy please! Please !” Flug begged, craning his neck to look at his Daddy.
He looked like he might be planning to eat Flug before he was done with him. That poisonous green saliva was dripping down his maw and creating a sizzling puddle on the carpeting. His usually slit pupil was blown wide and his mouth was hanging open.
He roughly felt up the doctor's ass, not bothering to be gentle with his red hot cheeks or his overly sensitive equipment. Flug groaned and tried to push back into his touch, oh lord it felt incredible to have his hands be so invasive of his body. He was just barely circling his hole, maybe teasing a finger in, and Flug was already ready to scream.
“You feel so eager , baby.” Black Hat said. “When’s the last time you got fucked?”
“Nnnnn ah, uh, um, I-” Flug gasped and cut himself off. He could feel Daddy slipping a finger inside of him, just barely, only up to the first knuckle, but it still made him go crazy. Even more so when he found himself held steady by tentacles and unable to push back to get him further in. He let loose a long shuddering moan. “Ooooooh Daddy please .”
“Answer the question.” Flug could almost hear his disapproving look. “You know how Daddy hates to repeat himself.”
“A-A year, m-m-m-maybe? I don’t know.” Flug moaned out.
Black Hat hummed as he slid further in. “I wonder if that has anything to do with the speed of your descent. Do you think someone with a more prosperous sex life would take more time to succumb to their desires?”
“I-I-I don’t- oh yes Daddy thank you !” He broke out into a scream as he felt Daddy’s whole finger push inside of him. And then slide out. And force its way back in again. And out. Faster this time. It hurt so good .
“You’re so fucking tight, baby,” Black Hat said, giving his ass another good slap. “Has it been a year since you had sex, or just since you bottomed?”
“I do- I don’t remember. Se-Sex?” Flug moaned out. Daddy added another finger and Flug just got louder . He just about screamed his throat raw as Daddy scissored him open further.
“Do you typically prefer male partners?”
“Ye...Yesss...” Flug croaked out. He nodded furiously.
“Do you always call them ‘Daddy’? Or is that just for me?” Black Hat leaned down over him, pressing his body down firmly to whisper hotly in Flug’s ear.
“Y-You...” He managed to say. “Depends...sometimes...Daddy please! ” Flug couldn’t think straight, he was just giving whatever answer came to him first.
He was worried his mind might’ve gone completely blank when that third finger invaded his insides.
“By the way, how’s work going?” Black Hat asked, suddenly nonchalant. Not that he stopped finger-fucking Flug at all. He didn’t even break his rhythm! “Have you been able to work at all?”
“N-N-No.” Flug choked out. “I’m-I’m s-s-sorry Dad-Daddy.”
“Oh baby, it’s okay.” Black Hat cooed. Flug felt his cock dribble out precum onto the carpet from where it was crushed between his body and the edge of the desk. “You’re doing very important work right now. You’re telling Daddy everything he wants to know, and then you’re going to write it all down for later. You can do that for Daddy, can’t you?”
“Y-Yes Daddy.”
“Good. One more question, and then you get your reward. Understand?”
“Yes Daddy.”
“Exactly how badly do you want me to fuck you right now?” He asked as he went and shoved his entire fist into Flug’s ass.
Flug screamed out as he finally came, harder than he’d thought was possible from just anal stimulation. He lay on the desk for a while, panting heavily as his mind came back to him. Black Hat’s hand remained inside him still, occasionally flexing his fingers in unnatural ways and making Flug shiver in pleasure.
“Not exactly the answer I was looking for, but I suppose it’ll do.” Black Hat said as he gradually removed his fist. The sudden feeling of emptiness was almost disheartening, and Flug collapsed onto the floor without his Daddy to hold him down.
As his senses returned, he groaned at what he’d just allowed to happen to him.
“This experiment is a rousing success, Flug!” Black Hat declared, standing above the human. “Not only is your lust potion proving it’s worth in rendering opponents defenseless physically, the way it destroys the mind of its victims and leaves them little more than sex-crazed sluts is exquisite ! Everyone will want to use it for their interrogations! Do you remember anything that I asked you just now?”
“Y-You asked how long it had been since I had sex.” Flug admitted. “And, if I always called my partners D-Daddy.”
Flug found a notepad and pencil rather rudely shoved into his face.
“Take this down; confirmed increase in intensity of desire, confirmed result of inability to work or function normally, confirmed potential as an interrogation technique, possible link of sex life of individual to speed of affliction, possibility that all contact with others will be interpreted as sexually pleasurable regardless of personal preferences, anything I missed baby?”
“No Daddy,” Flug let slip.
“And add that certain side effects last even after orgasm.” Black Hat said with a smirk. “I wonder how much more potent the effects could possibly become over an even longer period of time.”
“D...Lord Black Hat, sir?” Flug asked in a worn out voice.
“What is it, doctor?” Black Hat asked in his usual irritated voice.
“M-May I start on the antidote now? While I can still think straight? It will take at least another day to synthesize a serum to counter the lust potions effects, longer if the symptoms increase at the same rate as they have been. That should be plenty of time to continue observing their effect on me, without any life threatening risks.”
Black Hat swooped down and got in Dr. Flug’s face. “You think it’s possible that without the antidote, the effects may be lethal ?” He asked with an expression of pure joy.
“Could be, with all this strain on my heart.” Dr. Flug said with a tired shrug. “But, sir, I’d rather we test that hypothesis on someone else. Possibly, a hero?”
“Ah, yes!” Black Hat proclaimed as he rose to his full height. “I also have a multitude of other hypotheses to test out. Get to work on that antidote, doctor! I’ll need you at top productivity for what I have in store.”
“Yes sir,” Dr. Flug said as he slowly got to his feet. Ugh, once the afterglow wore off he just felt incredibly sore all over. Maybe it was the small matter of all the cuts in his limbs. God, why had he let Black Hat do all this to him? It had felt good in the moment, but-
Aaaand he was completely naked. Flug guessed that Black Hat had left all his clothes on the bathroom floor.
With a snap of Black Hat’s fingers, the doctor was decent again. Complete with his paper bag and goggles. He’d enjoy this, for the few brief moments of relief that little tryst had given him.
“Oh, I promised you a reward didn’t I?” Black Hat asked. He reached into one of the desk drawers and pulled out some parcel. He tossed it over to Flug, who somehow managed to catch it. “This came for you. Let me know how long it takes before it no longer satisfies you.”
Black Hat sat back in his chair with a devious expression. Dr. Flug wordlessly marched out of his office and down to his lab.
He
needed
to start on the antidote.