A story of Yuma and Cian

Ohh god, I really want to share the story that my dear friend @seismic_shifts wrote for me as my birthday present.

As I've been so busy this month, I've only done a few designs and sketches for the characters in this story.

I hope you like the story as much as I do, as well as these hot boys! :P

And a big thanks to all those fans who still support me every month! Thank you all sincerely!

Oblivion: The slave-pilots

Written by @seismic_shifts

(part 1)

Barely noticeable, at least in terms of noises, a black car with tinted windows pulled up in front of the entrance of a three story building. Modern structure, glossy white surface with silver glass tiles reflecting the blue sky and the sunlight. Nothing out of the ordinary – just a modern office building in the middle of the mountains with lots of deep-green trees surrounding the impressively large fenced and well-guarded area. Neither a company name nor a logo or any sign was to be seen near the complex – and nobody except the passengers of the car nearby.

The expensive-looking car came to a full stop directly in front of the entrance. As soon as it stopped moving, one of the rear doors swung open. A person rushed out of the vehicle and quickly looked from left to right. A bright, somewhat cheeky smile was on the face of the teenager with white hair and a faint purple tint.

“Cian! How often did I tell you not to rush out of the car until I allowed to you exit the vehicle?” a voice asked, before the owner of this voice stepped out of the other side of the car.

A small nod and both rear doors slowly closed on their own and the car took off. A man wearing an expensive-looking suit, glossy, matching shoes and a white shirt beneath the black jacket of his suit approached the boy – apparently a teenager – with the bright hair. The slightly curly, shoulder-length hair of the man who was probably on his mid 30s moved in the soft breeze and underlined his exclusive and elegant appearance. The smaller and also younger male was wearing an outfit in stark contrast to him. The body of the teenager was lithe and in perfect condition. He was not muscular and had soft features. The shape of the young body was revealed, even illustrated by the outfit he wore. His hands and arms, up to his exposed shoulders, were covered in long, black and glossy gloves. His chest, neck, back and lower body was covered in an equally tight and glossy black material that extended down into his crotch and covered his upper thighs in the same style a pair of hot-pants would. The gloves and the bodysuit were rounded up with thigh-high, tight boots with flat soles made of the same material. A shiny bulge sat on the crotch-area of the short-legged bodysuit. Too revealing for a regular teenager – but the boy who was slightly smaller than the man with the expensive suit seemed to be very comfortable in his latex-outfit.

“You know the rules, Cian. Come over here right now.” the older male said and showed what appeared to be a collar with a leash to the teenager.

“I… I just wanted to look at the robot! Didn’t you say that there was a gigantic robot somewhere over here?” the latex-clad boy with the exposed shoulders and upper thighs asked before his purple eyes looked directly into the icy-blue eyes of the dark haired man.

“What did I teach you when it comes to manners for a lust-slave in public, Cian?” he asked and looked at his rubber-clad property in front of him.

“S-Sorry, master!” Cian said and quickly rushed over to Alvar.

Carefully, the slim fingers of the black-haired male wrapped the beautifully crafted collar around the neck of his slave-boy and then attached the leash to the semi-sized ring directly under the chin of Cian.

“Follow me. Always one step behind me. You know the drill. No funny ideas for now, understood?” Alvar asked with a low but very strict tone.

“Yes, master.” the boy in the black rubber-outfit immediately responded and lowered his head.

“You’ll get me into a lot of trouble one day, Cian, you know that? What will the other people think about me – the successful owner of a multi-billion business who’s not able to keep his slave under control?” Alvar asked while shaking his head with a soft smile. He knew Cian very well – and had a very special relationship to him ever since he first spotted him on one of these disgusting slave-markets. He was never really into owning a slave. It was inhumane and used to brag about the money every one of these so called rich people had in their bank accounts. Still, Alvar fell in love with Cian the day he saw him. And even though Cian was a very good lust-slave for Alvar’s needs – it was not easy to keep the young teenager under control in public spaces.

Both the boy dressed in shiny black latex and the man in the business-outfit disappeared into the front entrance of the nameless building.

Soon after, another car pulled up. An even more expensive-looking one with a stretched design. Discrete, but designed to show off the money that went into buying a car of this model. When it came to a halt, a butler exited the driver’s door and carefully opened the rear door. A tall male with impressively well treated long, blonde hair got out of the rear door of the car. He wore a long, elegant and even feminine coat. Beneath the coat, the blonde-haired man wore an outfit that could be described as a uniform. It appeared like an old-fashioned costume from a time that was long over. However, the costume was designed to appear traditional and modern at the same time. A lot of time and effort went into designing the outfit – even a layman could tell. He wore matching semi-high-heeled leather boots which extended up to his calves. The man walked over to the other side of the car without sparing a single look at his butler. Instead, the jade-colored eyes were pointing straight towards the direction his graceful and well-coordinated steps were aimed at. With breathtaking, beautifully orchestrated movements, he brought one foot in front of the other. The sound of the heels hitting the ground radiated strictness while his appearance underlined the dominance of this feminine, yet very masculine figure.

Without saying a word, the blonde-haired male waited in front of the rear door of the car on the opposite side until the butler arrived to open the door. With a precise movement, his leather-gloved hand reached out and picked up what appeared to be a leash that was attached to a small hook, mounted on the inside right below the window of the car-door. After the glimpse of an eye, a boot appeared. Incredibly high heeled boots, skintight, nearly tip-toe/ballet-style were seamlessly attached to the black latex that extended up of the legs and the rest of the body that exited that car. A bizarre and very kinky figure with long, silver-gray hair flowing into purple tips stepped out of the car. Without any trouble, the slim, tall male stood on the high-heeled boots in a perfect and straight posture. The purple eyes of the young male were lowered to the ground. He was tall – but not as tall as the blonde-haired. His outfit resembled heavy bondage. His arms, clad in rubber from the fingertips to the shoulders, were folded behind his back and tied up. The shiny fabric extended over his sides and his back, over his sexy butt and seamlessly blended into the high-heeled boots. Further straps made of latex were tied around his neck and around his waist. His crotch revealed a silver chastity-cage that was in the style of a metallic head of a serpent with an opened maw. It revealed the rubber-clad flaccid penis of the young male who appeared to be barely 20 years old. His chest was exposed and his tanned skin was decorated with a chain that was attached to his pierced nipples and the collar. The three chains were connected to a ring that sat in the middle of his upper chest. In his mouth, the bizarre-looking person wore a bite, attached to metallic rings on either side and held in place by a leather-harness around his chin and upper head.

“My perfect piece of art. Obedient and selflessly self-sacrificing.” Victus said to his lust-slave with a cold, yet strangely admiring voice.

“Follow me, Yuma. You’ll have a new opportunity to make me proud.” he said to the boy clad in rubber from neck to toe before he turned around and began to walk towards the entrance, the leash in his right hand. Yuma followed. Perfectly balanced and in an immaculate flow, he balanced his tall body on the high-heeled boots. One step behind his master. Yuma didn’t answer. He just obeyed.

Meanwhile, Cian and Alvar already checked in and arrived in a large laboratory. On the far end of the modern, sterile room a row of windows with a sliding door made of glass led to a hall around three stories high and the size of approximately half a soccer field. Cian and Alvar arrived in the lab and were greeted by two male lab-assistants in white coats. The room was filled with several machines and other equipment, some of it appeared to be of medical nature, other devices were dedicated to analytical and measurement-related tasks.

“Whoa, it’s so large! It’s way larger than your lab, master!” the white-haired boy said and rushed from machine to machine before he finally arrived at the large windows on the other side of the room.

“Cian! Stop running around, we’re not at home! To my side. Now.” Alvar commanded but Cian had other plans.

“It’s the mechas! Master, the mechas!” he shouted with excitement and sparkling eyes once he noticed the two large humanoid machines in the hall next to the lab.

“Cian, I won’t repeat myself.” Alvar said in a voice stricter. The slave-boy twitched upon hearing his master and immediately returned on the thin rubber soles of his boots until he was half a step behind his dark-haired master. The two lab assistants looked at each other for a short moment and kept on doing the tasks they have been working on. Both of them knew Alvar, since he was one of the lead-researchers on this project.

“Seems like you’re still not able to control your little white-haired toy, Magnusson?” a calm and well known voice reached across the lab.

Immediately, Alvar and Cian turned around. Victus and Yuma were slowly approaching them. The perfect premium-lust-slave with long white hair and purple highlights balanced his slender boy on the high heeled latex boots while he kept pace with Victus who held his leash casually in one hand, not bearing his ‘piece of art’ a single glance. Neither did he engage in eye contact with Cian, who was blushing angrily behind his master. Cian was enchanted each time he saw Yuma – but he didn’t like his strict and cold master.

“Victus.” Alvar said with a warm smile. “It’s been a while. Thank you for joining us and lending Yuma to us.” he nodded and reached out with one hand towards the tall male with blonde hair.

“Since you’ve been granting me your most welcomed assistance in the past, I assume it’s just the right thing to return the favor.” Victus said with a smirk on his lips.

“I still appreciate your decision to let Yuma join the experiment. Especially since you will hand him over to me for the full duration of the process. I think we should not loose any time and get started right away.” the dark-haired male said and turned around to face Cian.

“Undress and place your clothing into one of the transparent boxes over there. Wait next to the two machines the lab-assistants are working on. Did you understand?” he asked with his icy-blue eyes directly aiming at the purple eyes of Cian.

“Y-yes, master.” Cian said and quickly glanced at Yuma for a second or two before he quickly went over to the side of the lab. In no time, the teenager was fully undressed. The shiny black rubber clothing quickly found its place in one of the boxes. Without hesitating a single moment, the naked boy walked over to the lab-assistants and greeted them. As a lust-slave, Cian was used to be naked around strangers. And he had nothing to hide when it came to his body.

“Seems like he’s obedient only when he’s in the right mood, huh?” Victus asked with a slightly sarcastic tone in his voice.

“You know that he’s not as perfect as Yuma. Even though…” Alvar said and looked at the tied up boy next to Victus.

“… they are of the same offspring?” the elegant male asked with a smirk on his lips.

“...they are both lust-slaves. How often did I tell you that Cian has no idea he’s related to Yuma?!” Alvar hissed while he stepped closer to Victus to make sure the bound and rubber-clad young male wasn’t able to hear them.

“Yuma doesn’t care about that fact. All he cares about is obeying to my words. You don’t need to hide this hard fact from him, Magnusson.” Victus added and turned towards Yuma before he grabbed the chin of the restrained lust-slave. With a distinct push against the beautiful face, the dark-purple eyes of Yuma suddenly made eye-contact with his master. His expression remained neutral and Yuma carefully listened to his master at this point.

“Perfectly trained and conditioned. You understand me without words, my little toy. I want you to stay with Mr. Magnusson for a while. You will address him properly and you will listen to his orders until I revoke your permission to obey to his words.” The eyes of Victus were focused on those of Yuma. Since Yuma was unable to talk properly due to the bite in his mouth, he nodded and kept looking at Victus.

“I will untie your arms and unlock your chastity cage. You will undress, place your clothing into one of the boxes over there and then follow the cute and disobedient plaything of Mr. Magnusson. You are allowed to talk to any of the attendants within this room at any time until I revoke your permission to do so.”

Again, Yuma just nodded and immediately lowered his eyes once Victus let go of his jaw. With one swift push of a button on the arm-binder of Yuma, the rubbery garment loosened its grip and allowed Yuma to free himself from the tight embrace. Victus then grabbed the metallic chastity cage until it automatically unlocked. The chastity cage was equipped with an internal wireless lock, programmed to unlock only whenever Victus placed his hand on the cage. The tall male had a ring on his finger which served as the key.

Carefully and with precise movements, he wiggled his hands and arms out of the binder and finally unbuckled the straps around his waist which were a part of the restrictive piece of clothing. Yuma immediately walked over to the section of the room designated to change. A few lab-coats and what appeared to be white bodysuits were neatly arranged on a hanger.

Once Yuma placed the arm-binder into the transparent box, he carefully brought his slender, rubber-clad fingers over to the harness around his head and neck, opened the buckles and then removed the bite from his mouth. Next came the chains attached to his pierced nipples before he leaned over and placed his hand on the chastity cage he was wearing on top of his rubber-coated penis. Slowly, the 19-year-old slave-boy pulled the chastity cage off, revealing the perfectly rubber-coated flaccid penis. The piercings on the underside of his organ were clearly visible through the layer of rubber. He placed the chastity cage into the box and continued with undressing himself.

The tall young male with the long, flowing white and purple hair then stretched the collar of his latex bodysuit over his shoulders and began to pull his arms out of the attached gloves. The process took him a few minutes, since the well lubricated rubber was still very tight against his skin. Once he removed his long, slender arms and his beautiful hands from the suit, he pushed his fingers between his skin and the rubber, carefully wiggling it down until he pushed it over his waist. With a soft noise, an integrated, large butt plug was removed from his rear entrance. The butt plug was firmly attached to the crotch on the inside of the suit. His genitals slipped out of the attached cock and ball-sheath and revealed yet another lewd attachment inside the suit. A beaded tube, deeply embedded inside Yuma’s penis was slowly emerging from the tip of his still flaccid member until it completely slipped out of his lubricated urethra. The final part went over pretty quick and in no time, he removed his feet out of the attached high-heeled boots. The naked, beautiful body was glistening in the light of the lab since it was still coated with sweat and lubricant. The smell of wet, warm rubber his Yuma’s nose. But even though this was a huge stimulant for the slave-boy, he continued to fold the suit and placed it into the box. Finally, Yuma carefully removed all piercings from his body. Victus told him to undress – this included any piercings attached to him. His nipple piercings were removed first, then the piercings on the underside of his penis and finally the piercings behind his scrotum. Then, the naked slave-boy walked over to Cian and the lab-assistants in his usual, elegant and graceful posture.

TO BE CONTINUED…