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[hal7283]

 

 

In maintenance

 

 

 

 

Standard combat gear

 

 

 

Infiltration gear

 

 

 

 

Name: Lycus Sergeant

 

Species: Human/Cyborg

 

Planet of Origin: Alpha Centauri, domain of the United Empire of Earth.

 

Age: 36

 

Occupation: Currently undetermined,

 

Sexuality: Asexual

 

Height: Variable (80cm~?)

 

Weight Variable (60kg~?)

 

Personality: Cold, and calm while in "mission mode". Rather naive to normal social interactions.

 

Specialties (Depending on mission load out): Combat at all range, Infiltration, Sabotage, etc.

 

Description: Lycus was born on Alpha Centauri in a rather normal, working class family. Being one of five siblings Lycus was used to taking care of himself. He grew up in the metallic jungle of pipelines and machinery which made up the factories which covered most of the planet, and knew from a very young age that he wanted something other than to spend his entire life working on the production line like his parents. He worked hard in schools and managed to secure a scholarship which would have allowed him to study at a business school on Mars. But shortly after take off the shuttle he was on was attacked, and in the chaos that followed he was heavily wounded, lost his limbs and much of his internal organs were damaged.

 

Lycus woke up several months latter in a hospital, barely alive and connected to dozens of life support machinery. He was told that the attack on his shuttle was the first casualty of a now raging war by the Separatists Movement seeking independence from the Empire. Now calling themselves the Alliance of Free Planets, they’ve struck several Imperial worlds, and among them his home planet Alpha Centauri. He was then told that his family had perished in the bombing which followed his shuttle’s destruction. With his family gone there was no way Lycus could afford the cybernetic implants which he would need to survive, let alone the more expensive cellular regeneration procedure. Lycus was then presented with a choice, either to give up and die, or join the army who would pay for the implants. He chose the latter without hesitation.

 

After some gruesome operation and intensive rehabilitation, Lycus walked out of the hospital as a cyborg, more machine than man. His once brown hair had gone totally white as the result of all the chemicals they pumped into his body, and he would no longer age as long as his cybernetic implants still functions.

 

Lycus spent the next several months learning and training in the military, he then joined the fight against the Separatists in what became known as the Imperial Civil War. He served in the Special Operation Forces, reeking havoc and causing death and destruction behind enemy lines. He was among the first Imperial soldiers to set foot on Alpha Centauri after it was lost to the separatists, and personally slit the throat of the Separatist commander who ordered the bombing which killed his family.

 

After the war was over, Lycus left the military wishing to put his bloody past behind. Sadly the military grade implant of his required constant maintenance and supply, which quickly exceeded the pension he got from his army years. With little choice he had to become a mercenary, and fought in many smaller conflicts across the galaxy. He was managing fine until a recent job caused some serious damage to his implants and had to be replaced, which put him heavily in debt. Lycus could only hope that he’d be able to find a rich employer soon.

 

Relationships: Lycus had little experience when it comes to relationships, while he had his fair share of childhood crushes and high school sweethearts when he was young, he didn't have the luxury to get a girlfriend or boyfriend in the military. Not to mention the fact that he had his sexual drives "shut down" so it would not interfere with his mission, and never bothered to turn it back on. Even after he left the army and became a mercenary he never had the desire to form any relationships, as he was too busy working to keep himself alive.

 

 

“Where did it all go wrong?” was a question which seemed to pop up in Lycus’ mind quite often these couple of years, especially since for the past weeks he had nothing but his own thoughts keeping himself busy. Obviously the long term answer would be back to the time when the separatists in the United Empire of Earth launched a surprise attack against several imperial worlds, his home planet Alpha Centauri included. The shuttle he was on was caught in the bombardment and he woke up in a Earth army hospital, being offered to serve in the Earth army in exchange for cybernetic implants to survive, and after the civil war he received an honorary discharge and ended up becoming a mercenary.

 

But if it’s just the short term answer he was looking for, then it would be the time when he took the job from a illegal arms-dealer and went to steal research data on a experimental prototype weapon from a Zarkonian lab, and his optic camouflage malfunctioned in the middle of a hallway filled with heavily armed security guards. The resulting firefight not only destroyed his infiltration gear, which was quite expensive in itself, but also heavily damaged his reactor, which was essential for his survival. Replacing lost gear pushed him way over budget and heavily in debt, and after a long series of negotiations his freedom was signed away. He would be in the servitude of someone for the foreseeable future until he could pay off his debt. A “remote control” was connected to his brain stem which currently was preventing him from even twitching his eyebrow, and in the future would be able to let his owner control him like a marionette puppet. Afterwards he was taken apart, his limbs off and much of his bodily functions shut down, then he was put inside a specially designed container alongside with all his gear and equipment, and was shipped off to his future “employer” like some sort of advanced model kit. With his life pretty much in someone’s disposal, all he couldn’t help but wonder what kind of person would have the resource to purchase a “product” like him, and more importantly, why? His military service and cybernetic nature gave him a wide range of possible roles, from personal security to infiltration, assassination, or just plain old cannon fodder. And maybe, though he dread to imagine it, he could be customized into a toy, doll, a plaything. While he could never understand the appeal he knew some people does have such interests, and could only hope that he wouldn’t have to suffer too much indignities.

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[LoneDigger]

Aaron should have been the one person to have sympathized with Lycus's situation, given that he too had fallen to rely on artificial limbs. Though it was not to the extent which the other was in.

But yet it didn't seem to warrant any understanding, in fact it seemed the opposite. He knew the vulnerability that came with relying on technology and how it was so easy to work that to his own advantage.

Yet the man truly believed that he was the only person capable or even worthy of caring for this precious package.

No one else understood them, but Lycus needed him to rely on as his only.

 

When the delivery finally arrived he wasted no time in getting everything set up. He had been preparing for the arrival months in advance. Already his workshop was set up and anything he could have anticipated to need was all there.

He unboxed the kit delicately yet efficiently, laying the various parts out on the table before lifting the most important of all. The core of the body that was Lycus.

 

So much care what put into restructuring the cyborg that it had to be considered an obsession. Nothing else mattered in those hours but putting Lycus together just as he had envisioned.

When all said and done, Aaron had dark circles under his eyes. But then again he always did, they were just even more noticeable now.

Yet he still couldn't look away, he had been waiting so long for this he couldn't miss a single moment.

Caressing Lycus was surreal, his own mechanical hand feeling against the fleshed parts of his new soldier and toy, but when he would reach the artificial he was overcome with a mixture of both admiration and anger.

These artificial limbs were the only reason he had Lycus, if it had been any other way it wouldn't have happened like this. But that also peeved him, his own toy's parts were superior to his own. And for obvious reason, but he hated to be bested in anything.

Aaron was the dictionary definition of the word narcissistic. When he had first lost his arms was truly traumatic. Not because they couldn't have been easily fixed, cost, or any of the normal reasons. It was simply he was unable to come to terms with his new body.

Lycus, whether his methods were even humane or not, would be part of his controversial therapy to his own self recovery.

 

[hal7283]

After what seemed like weeks of being stuck in the container, Lycus finally felt the vibration from the lid sliding open, and the cool embrace of fresh air on his skin. Since the "remote control" was preventing him from even twitching a muscle, he couldn't open his eyes and see who, or what it was. All he could do was to wait, and listen carefully. Who or whatever opened his container began to take out his limbs and other gears, and finally his body. As he felt the ascension he could feel the familiar cold metallic touch on his skin. At first he thought it to be some sort of drone or maintenance bot, but its movement was too.... human, for lack of a better word, not to mention the breathing and groaning as his parts and body was lifted up. The next thing he felt was being laid on a cold surface, presumably a working bench or operating table of sorts. He expected his handler to switch him on at that moment, but the "on" signal never came.

 

Lycus spent the next few hours laying there helplessly as his handler reinstalled all his parts. Since his implants were all military grade and they were built to withstand the worst abuse imaginable, so he could really be put back in a hurry and rather brutishly. So he was surprised by the attention and care his handler showed throughout all this, shocked even, each time something got reattached he would feel the slight pain caused by nerves being reconnected, but at a level much milder than the level he'd got accustomed to throughout the years. It was a rather strange experience, as he'd never received such care since.... ever.

 

Eventually everything was installed, at least the minimum equipment required for him to function independently. Then suddenly he felt his body coming "alive", a burning sensation spread from his brain stem throughout his entire nervous system, and it took him a moment to finally get a handle on himself. He opened his eyes and looked up and saw his handler, someone who appeared human, though he'd learned long ago such appearance can be deceiving, and also, someone who also had his hands replaced by cybernetics, though not to the same extent as him. The young man looked young, though his features were rather handsome, his head of black hair and the circle below his dark eyes gave him a gloomy look, almost like a rebellious young man overdosing on narcotics. But there was something sure, and powerful in the man's eyes as he stared right at him. The next surprise came when his remote control unit fully connected to the rest of his systems, and identification information was projected directly on his field of sight.

 

"So you are... my employer?" Lycus asked, his voice a little lower than usual as he tried to use his vocal cord for the first time in weeks. In truth he thought the man in front of him was but an technician his employer got to fix him up. But this man was actually his owner. His freedom, his life, was literally in this man's hand. As suggested by his previous creditor who got him packed up and shipped away, he slipped off from the workbench and stood right in front of his new owner, having little care to the fact that his body was completely bare in front of the others' eyes and said: "My name is Lycus Sergeant. From now on I would be your property, until the terms of my contract has been fulfill. How can I be your service?"

[LoneDigger]

Looks can be deceiving wasn't even going to cover this one. Aaron was just a difficult case.

Though he may have looked young, he was actually in his thirties. Though it would seem not to fit together, but Aaron was the type of guy who wanted to have his cake and eat it too.

He purposely took such good care of himself, though to the point of being excessive, to look eternally young

But he did not wish to be treated 'young' as in he wanted the respect that came with his age.

Aaron simply wanted all and nothing at the same time, which just wasn't reasonable. Though who ever said he was going to make things easy for others, or even more so himself?

 

"I am much more than that... Don't forget it."

 

The male warned, but since he was in a good mood. Well, whatever could considered such for such a unsmiling guy.

He never wanted anyone to ever think they had him figured out. Even if in a way Lycus already had, it was simply in his programming, but the wild guess about drug usage... how could anyone have pinned that? That was just good observation.

 

"I'm ten steps ahead of you. Try to keep up."

[hal7283]

Lycus observed his new employer/owner keenly, trying to figure out what sort of person he was, which was rather difficult. But that difficulty itself was quite telling, since the man certainly had more experience and baggage than his youthful appearance suggests. The fact that he was able to put together a military grade cyborg also supported the idea. Then the man spoke, his voice had a tint of irritation in it, likely due to him not wanting to be referred to just as his "employer", which was understandable. Their relationships was certainly a lot more than just one of employer and employee, with Lycus being indentured to him, the man can pretty much do anything he like to the former solider short of killing him on the spot. However the bright side was that every order which the man gives, and he accomplishes, would be converted into a monetary amount coming off his debt, so at least Lycus had that to look forward to, even though it would be at a painfully minuscule rate even for life threatening jobs.

 

In any case, this man clearly wanted to establish his superiority, which Lycus understood since a clear chain of command was essential for any military operation, and he was used to taking orders. Even though he could see the narcissism and arrogance like a opened book from the man, as far as first impression was concerned, he had worked under far worse superior officers so he didn't mind. In a calm tone Lycus said: "Yes, I am well aware of that. It was just for confirmation since my data on you seemed... lacking... I only recognized you because the 'remote' recognized your bio signature. Other information are largely missing, your name included. So how should I refer to you?Sir? Boss? Master? Your highness? Your holiness? Your majesty?"

[LoneDigger]

Aaron snorted slightly, but that was only to hide his own amusement at the sudden realization he really had this man at his disposal and so much more.

Where did he even begin? The possibilities already seemed so endless...

 

"You could call me any of those and I would not punish you."

 

Aaron was carefully never to give anything an easy answer, because he was well aware of the system they had working together.

Every time Lycus did something right he got the smallest of payments, and even the little things could add up more quickly than expected and he wanted to have this servant for a very very long time.

After everything was put away, Aaron just stood there in front of the cyborg for a moment while only his eyes moved. Scanning up and down the soldier as if searching for something, anything he could find wrong.

Any normal person would have been not wanting to find flaws, but Aaron thrived off other's weaknesses.

In that case though, why had he put so much care into building Lycus so delicately? If he had wanted to mess up on purpose, he could have easily put in a part a little crooked or 'accidentally' scratched the durable surface.

Yet he hadn't sabotaged anything yet, as if he wanted to give the other a fair chance only to challenge himself, to stroke his own ego.

[hal7283]

Lycus gave the man a light nod as if acknowledging his words, but in truth he remained puzzled. Any and all manner of addressing superiors seemed fine to the man, but he didn't actually gave a clear answer as to which he preferred. Eventually he decided on the one which his previous creditor recommended: "Understood, Master."

 

Lycus then stood there and waited for his new master to give the order, but the order didn't come. Instead the man just stood there and stared at him from top to bottom, which didn't exactly bothered Lycus, but left him puzzled. Just what exactly did the man want from him? He couldn't have just paid that much money for a cyborg so he could stare at him right? Right? Then he remembered the terms of his indenture and realized the man was probably reluctant to give him an order so he could actually reduce his debt. While he kind of understand that the man likely didn't want to waste money on pointless orders, still, it was rather.... petty.

 

"If it's needless commands you're worrying about then I can assure you, my debt to you is far too astronomical for some small favors and fetch quests to matter. You should know that, given the reduction of your bank account." Lycus said with a calm tone: "I assume you purchased me for a purpose. It would be mutually beneficial if you could inform me of your needs so I can better serve you. At least, please tell me your name, master."

[LoneDigger]

Soon it was not just his eyes exploring over the cyborg's body, but his own mechanical hands. Though they were prosthetic, he had chosen ones that were the most life like as possible so his touch was not really robotic, it was almost natural but the warmth was not there. Even if there was artificial heat supposed to mimic human body temperature it was simply not the same.

 

Still, it seemed that his hands were caressing his servant's body so delicately it was almost erotic, yet not since he wasn't really doing anything.

But again, looks can be deceiving and even more so his actions were just another deception.

 

He was letting Lycus speak freely, but he was going to make his servant regret that privilege very soon.

Once his hand reached the other's cheek he left it there as if they were lovers and he was holding his face fondly, yet it couldn't be because his expression was so blank his face seemed even more lifeless than his prosthetic arms. But it was all real, so very real.

 

Suddenly a sharp hard slap when across Lycus' face, he didn't hold back. Almost having hit the other at full strength enough to hurt like a bitch and maybe even cause a hairline fracture, but yet not hard enough to truly break his face apart which he could have done, but why ruin something he had just worked so hard to make perfect.

 

"Don't ever get snide with me. I brought you here and I can just as easily take you out again, understand?"

 

His voice was so calm and void of emotion it was actually scarier then if he had chosen to yell or get angry.

But the hand that had struck Lycus was still holding the side of the face that had received the blow, squeezing it painfully and forcing him not to look away for a moment.

 

"You do not assume anything here. You don't have that luxury anymore."

 

Aaron paused and his grip remained calm, but vice like.

 

"You don't deserve to call me by name. You are not my equal, nor will you ever be."

[hal7283]

Lycus stood there as the silence continued. For a moment he thought that his master was equally clueless and was trying to figure out what to do with him, then he felt the man's metallic fingers on his body. He was rather surprised that the man's fingers was surprisingly soft and actually had some warmth to it, which meant that he'd paid extra money and resource to have them resemble actual hands as much as possible, but curiously not the synthetic skin to make them look as real as well. The way he touched his body was also... strange, he was slow, persistent, gentle and.... sensual? Given that Lycus' actual body are usually sealed in his combat gear and would only be exposed when in maintenance, his skin was actually rather sensitive. In the past touches like this wouldn't have bother him because a lot of his unnecessary senses were shut down so they would not interfere with his missions, but now with the control of his body handed over to his master, and pretty much all of his settings being reverted to default, he was feeling those touches like never before, perhaps even more strongly than before he became a cyborg. But Lycus had gone through interrogation training back in his military days and thus had great self control, so he didn't even make a sound, not even any muscle movement. That being said, it didn't make the whole ordeal any less pleasant.

 

Perhaps fortunately, he was quickly greeted with something he was far more accustomed to, pain. Since his master also had cybernetic hands the slap on his face was nothing less than brutal. While he didn't knock any of his teeth off, the strike did cause the inside of his mouth to get cut by his teeth and caused some bleeding, and with the man sqeezing his cheek forcing lips open some blood flowed out and began to drip down. Despite this rather unwarranted abuse Lycus was not fazed at all. His expression was as calm as ever, and he did not break eye-contact for even a moment. With the man's hand still squeezing his cheek he couldn't quite answer properly, but he managed to mummer through his bloody mouth: "Andasood masta. A woo nat tisrespect yah agan."

[LoneDigger]

It was hardly Lycus' fault that he was bleeding, in fact the blame pointed straight towards a certain abusive owner, but that still didn't stop Aaron's lip from curling up in disgust slightly as the crimson liquid spilled down the once unmarked face of his servant.

Aaron wasn't exactly squeamish, but he still wasn't one for blood so this was not doing him any favors.

 

"I don't like a mess. Make yourself presentable and don't talk to me until you are done."

 

The man ordered, letting go of the other's face while also shoving it down. He should be ashamed of himself, getting blood on his spotless work table...

Even worse when Aaron ratcheted his hand a small droplet of the red had gotten onto his fingers and he turned to go find a cloth to wipe his hand off. But it wasn't just where it had been dirty, he ended up polishing the whole thing obsessively until it seemed to almost gleam in the light.

[hal7283]

"Yes master." Lycus answered as he recovered from the sudden push and stood up straight once more. It was easy to stop the bleeding in his mouth as he could simply accelerate his natural healing, but the job of actually cleaning himself was more tricky than it needed to be. While he could just clean his teeth with his tongue and swallow the remaining blood down in his mouth, he had nothing to wipe the outside of his mouth clean. He took a look at his master who was using a cloth to wipe his hand clean in an almost obsessive manner, which suggested that he very likely have mysophobia, or at least very particular when it comes to cleanliness. Lycus was also reluctant to ask his master for a cloth, or just take one himself, given the reaction his earlier suggestion caused. In the end he simply wiped the blood off with his fingers and licked them off as well. His attention then turned to the red mark on the working table, which given his master's reaction when he spotted it must have annoyed him to no end. The thought of just wiping it with his hand like what he did earlier came across his mind, but he doubt that would be an acceptable solution. Reluctantly Lycus turned back to look at the man in front of him and asked: "May I borrow a cloth to clean the table, master?"

[LoneDigger]

"You may."

 

Aaron answered after a brief pause, but he did not hand over the cloth he had been using on himself. Instead he neatly folded that one away while searching for a different one to give to his servant to use.

If Lycus had behaved more respectfully and not dared to challenge him then none of this mess would have happened...

It could have been avoided, but apparently he was not good enough. He had to be harsher to keep the cyborg in check.

The male handed to him a cloth that was dark it seemed almost black in color but not quite, it was not soft exactly, but a material that would seem to soak up liquid or dust effectively to it's slightly ragged surface.

 

"See what happens when you don't think? Bad things happen."

[hal7283]

"Thank you, master. I will not be inconsiderate in the future." Lycus said as he reached out both hands and took the cloth from the man's hand, and began to clean the blood stain off the table. Even though technically he just provided a service, his master didn't actually make the order and it was his own request, so no monetary amount was deducted. But the point of his gesture was not really about reducing his debt, but trying to improve relationships with his master. The fact that the man had just struck him earlier for practically nothing didn't really bothered him, as he knew when someone wanted to pick on you, no actual reason would be required, and he had experienced that countless times during his time in the army. That being said, even in those circumstances they would never without information crucial for the mission. Then again, he was not a soldier any more. He had to deal with all the oddities and secrecy of his new master.

 

Afterwards he put the cloth aside and resumed his standing position and just stood there waiting for his master's command, and also took the time to analyze his surroundings. It was clear that he was in some sort of workshop or engineering room, and a very high-end one at that. But he didn't notice anything that would indicate a location, the constant buzzing of all the machinery made it impossible to tell whether he was in a building, or a ship. He simply didn't have enough information to make any informed guess.

[LoneDigger]

"There is much you have yet to learn, but I will be sure that you won't disappoint me."

 

Aaron paused, letting it sink it.

 

"Tell me what you already know. Why you are here to start with."

 

The man stretched slightly before going over to inspect the table, making sure that Lycus had done a proper job at cleaning it. He didn't see any red or staining, the surface still appeared clean as it had been before so he gave an approving nod.

One of the reason he liked cyborgs was because for the most part they couldn't make a mess the same way people did when you hurt or better yet to humiliate them.

[hal7283]

"Yes, master." Lycus replied out of courtesy, despite that fact that what his master said was pretty much pointless. Of course the man was going to order Lycus to do his bidding, and will be disappointed if he fail. Why else would the man purchase him anyway? Which made the following question not only seem redundant, but also puzzling.

 

"What I already know and... why am I here? Master?" Lycus repeated. The question was so vague that it might as well be some philosophical questioning of knowledge and human existence. Just a few more parameters would have helped a lot, like what he knew about him(the master), about cybernetic implants, about warfare, about galactic politics; why did he end up in debt, or why become a mercenary, or why he became a cyborg. But there was none of it. Given the man's attitude so far, Lycus doubt he was interested in his life-story, not to mention the fact that a summery of his past career should've been included when he bought him in the first place. At the end, he figured it to be just another one of the man's show of supremacy and control. So he said: "I know very little, master, other than that you're a very skilled technician with fitting state of the art equipment, but I do not dare to presume further. The reason why I am here is to serve you to the best of my abilities within the terms of my contract, which included everything short of clear suicide."

 

 

 

 

 

 

(How tall is Aaron in comparison to Lycus with his normal limbs on? I imagine Lycus to be slightly taller than Aaron normally. Is that fine with you?)

[LoneDigger]

Aaron allowed the smallest hints of a smile to grace his features, yet the expression never reached his eyes which seemed to be in a permanent state of some kind of darkened mood.

It was a good thing though as perceptive as the man seemed to be to everything around him, he was not a mind reader. So any thoughts of defiance towards him would go mostly unnoticed unless he could see in his servant's body language or tone.

 

But how Lycus already knew within such a short span of time how to answer that question not only correctly, but humbly was very pleasing to him.

His servant wasn't just an idiot. Not matter if he had made some really thoughtless decisions that had lead the cyborg to this position of having to pay off his debt in perhaps one of the most difficult and dangerous ways possible.

Giving your literal controls to a sociopathic narcissist surely wasn't Lycus' only hope, but yet ironically it was.

 

"Correct. Suicide is a privilege you no longer own."

[hal7283]

"Yes, I understand, master. My life is at your disposal" Lycus answered. To be honest he was getting tired of this rather fruitless back and forth. Sure he understood that his narcissistic master likely just wanted to bloat about his absolute control over him, and relish in his submission, and he'd be quite happy to indulge him in anyway possible. But he need to actually give him the order. Taking the initiative to serve him would likely only result in him being scolded for "presuming" things, which would be counter-productive. Or perhaps he was taking the situation in the wrong way? Lycus gave up on trying to entice a order from this man, and just remained content in the relatively peaceful status-quo. He was good at waiting, one time he hid in a hole for a whole week so he could ambush his target, and he doubt his new master could resist that long before actually show his true colors.

[LoneDigger]

"While your... obedience is charming and all I think it's time we put your mouth to better use before you start getting too comfortable, yes?"

 

Aaron couldn't put his finger on it, but something about Lycus' attitude was grating on him just as much as he was probably aggravatingly vague to the other, but obviously someone as prideful as Aaron would have never even thought the latter. He could have no flaws, he was the perfect being. Or at least he kept striving for that.

 

"Ever sucked a dick before?"

 

The male asked bluntly, with little emotion as if he were asking about the weather on Mars or some other casual topic.

Aaron may have been seemingly fully human despite his arms, but he was almost more robotic sounding at times then an actual android. Which maybe wasn't saying much given the advancements in technology, but still nothing had even come close to mimicking the simple yet so complex component that made living things truly alive, no strings attached.

[hal7283]

"My mouth....? Master?" Lycus said in puzzlement as he looked at the man in front of him. At first he wondered just what did his rather cryptic master meant by that, but no matter how he tried to interpret it, he could only think of one logical explanation for it. He had a feeling that something like this was bound to happen, especially when the man touched him earlier before hitting him in the face. His worry was soon proven right as for the first time, his master was clear in his instruction. Lycus could feel his face getting hot. Lycus could only hope that the blush on his face wasn't too obvious, and perhaps the bruise he got from the earlier hit could hide some of it.

 

It may be a little strange for someone Lycus' age to be so embarrassed about the notion of sex, but you have to remember that he was a hard working student during his youth, and before he even got to college the Imperial Civil War broke out and he was made into a cyborg. Ever since that he was too focused on revenge and just basic survival that he had much of his natural urges shut down. Oh yes, Lycus was a virgin, a virgin who after not even thinking about sex for more than a decade, had his sexual drive released and was ordered to perform sexual act on someone who was essentially a stranger. But then, it was not like refusal was an option here.

 

"No I haven't... master.." Lycus said as he took a step closer to his master and then knelt down before the man. "I'll... try my best." Lycus said as he reached for the man's pants and began to unbuckle him.

[LoneDigger]

"You haven't? But you already seem to know exactly what to do. Just like a little whore."

 

Aaron remarked, though he was hardly complaining. Having to explain every single detail of the act would have been tiresome. Besides he had been patient enough already, purposely taking the extra care in setting Lycus back up and of course not forgetting to turn back of his human urges. If he needed the other to focus on other things he could just as easily turn it back off, but right now he needed the human side, the flaws and desire that came with it.

 

Though Aaron may have seemed in many ways built slightly more delicate for a male, it didn't seem to apply to down there. If anything it seemed a bit... large for his body type. Though not excessively so. It was just one of those things, but again. Aaron couldn't complain. Lycus would have to suck it good just the same.

 

"I didn't ask you to try, you will do it."

 

The male stated as he watched his own erection spring free, and just in case the other needed a little encouragement he purposely grabbed the side of his face that was already bruised and held it there, giving him no room to hesitate.

[hal7283]

Lycus didn't respond to his master's humiliating comment, but in a way, he did knew what to do. After all he was once a horny teenager himself, and had seen his fair share of naughty videos, VR and AR programs, though he never got to experience any of it in real life. But even those were more than a decade ago and all he had to rely on were very vague memories. Soon the man's member got freed from the confine of his pants and for the first time since he fell into the man's hands, his expression changed, into one of astonishment as he saw the size of the man's erection, which seemed awfully out of place in comparison to his rather slim body. While he wasn't exactly repulsed by the twitching member, he was a little be startled.

 

But the man did not give him any leisure for hesitation, as he felt the man grabbing his bruised face and forced him closer, Lycus had no choice but to open his mouth, extending his tongue a bit hesitantly until it finally made contact with the man's skin. Immediately he could feel its hardness and heat, as well as tasting a slightly salty taste. Clumsily Lycus ran his tongue up and down along the man's shaft, then tried to take the member inside his mouth. It was difficult was the length barely fitted through his lips and he simply couldn't push the whole thing in as it would touch the back of his throat and cause his gag reflex to kick in.

[LoneDigger]

"What's wrong? Never seen another dick before except your own?"

 

Aaron smirked, the remark was cold and teasing. But the expression that his servant was giving him was priceless, words couldn't even describe how it felt to have someone so inexperienced at his disposal to shape into whatever he wanted.

Lycus would have to rely on him for everything, he wouldn't be able to so much piss without his say so first.

It seemed excessive his amount of control over the other and even himself to a degree.

 

He was far from impressed with the other's attempt at giving a blow job, yet something about his awkwardness was endearing and he'd let Lycus get away with it for just a couple moments longer, just enough to trick him into thinking that he wouldn't have to do any more.

But then his thumb gradually added pressure to below the corner of his lips, prying his jaw open slightly, forcing him to take more of his length.

 

"Suck."

 

He commanded simply, but his hand was tense around his cheek, suggesting that Aaron could just as easily snap again. He would choke Lycus with his dick if the other didn't pick up the pace.

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Lycus tried his best to perform his very first blow job, and it was a rather horrible experience. His breathing was greatly, which thankfully wasn't that much of a big deal since he had received training to go on missions in hazardous environments and many of those didn't have good breathing air. But the sheer strangeness of having a stranger's erection in his mouth was really unpleasant, and... humiliating, a concept which he had almost forgot existing. Though the man's member was certainly not the most unpleasant one out there, Lycus really had no way to know that. For the cyborg, the tool inside his mouth was the most unpleasant thing in the universe, and unbeknownst to him, it was about to get a lot more unpleasant.

 

He felt the grip tightening around his bruised cheek and the command came. He remembered how the actresses in the porn he watched as a teenager deformed their cheek as they sucked on some males' tool, and so he tried to mimic it himself. He began to suck on the rather large two which unfortunately made the feeling of it more prominent for Lycus, then he slowly began to move his head back and forth, though he stayed at a pretty shallow section since he couldn't take the whole member in. He turned his gaze up to observe his master trying to see the man's reaction, hoping that he was doing alright and this could be over soon.

[LoneDigger]

Maybe if Aaron wasn't being so impatient and unnecessarily rough with him, his servant may have been able to relax his throat better. After all, it wasn't like he had done this before. It was obvious enough by the poor job Lycus was doing that gave it away, and only made the cyborg all the more brutal.

What should have been a learning experience quickly turned into another violent punishment as he gripped the other's head with both hands and started to thrust against his mouth, he knew it had to be uncomfortable, yet he just didn't care.

It was what his servant deserved for not even knowing something as simple as a blowjob.

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Lycus was caught a bit off guard when he suddenly felt the man tightening his grip on his head and began to thrust his member rather violently down his throat. If Lycus still had full control over his bodily functions, he would likely have turned off his gag reflexes to make the ordeal more tolerable, or more preferably just push off the sadistic man and be done with this ridiculous thing. But he couldn't. All Lycus could do was to stay still and try his best to suppress his urge to just throw up and coat the man's member with vomit. Luckily Lycus had spent the last few months on life support, thus didn't actually have anything to throw up in the first place. But it didn't change the fact that it was an utterly horrible ordeal for the cyborg to endure, as his body tried in vain to regurgitate anything inside his stomach. His body was shaking and tears were forced out of his eyes and flowed down his cheek. All he could hope was that his master would either cum as quick as possible, or just end this nonsense. Though he had a feeling that regardless of the outcome, his master would likely do something even worse afterwards.