Pet Trainer MKIII

by NSFW_MockeryLloyd (ao3)

Orion, who was current working and testing out some new kinks, had been fixing up on a bit of "something" for his new invention and its primary purpose for those who wish to use it to their own whims and desires. The silver-green robot walked forward to the control panels and was able to memorize them in short seconds before he got straight to work on the tubes, hoping he gets them right this time.
"Hopefully this works," he told himself, already losing count of how many times he had declared this. Padding up to the tubes, he ran a gentle hand down against their crimson fleshy exterior as he took one into his hands and looked at it on the inside, examining it for any malfunctions inside them.
Walking over to the power button on the control panel, Orion gave it a simple push to power on the suction tube. A small mechanical whirring clicked into place as the button slowly flashed lime green and a small whiff of air had formed in Orion's face, nearly sucking him in.

He reluctantly turned it off to give an approved thumbs up and placed it back in its original spot, his green eyes beaming with pride at the thought of finally putting this baby to good use for the first time. However, it would have to leave the training phase first beforehand, but Orion could care less. He proceeded to do the same for the other tubes before going back to the control panel to test out more options; the next thing he did was calibrate the switches on the other side of the machine by pulling them at the right timing everytime it emitted a small buzz, much to the enjoyment of the green robot.

Orion took a few steps back and looked up at the machine, his eyes beaming with much more joy than before at the sight of his new creation functioning perfectly. During his first time of planning out something brand new in a long time, wherein it all started with simple sketches and notes depicting his idea of making something that could help him in anyway, especially with his new "pet", he felt an optimistic energy in the air as he had been back and forth. Orion turned on his heels and walked out of the room to retrieve someone, coming back a few minutes later with his new test subject crawling behind him.

"Alright, buddy," he said, pulling on the maroon leather leash that connected to the collar that his pet wore, "you ready to take this thing for a spin, seeing as how you're the first to see it?"

Thunder Bomber darted his eyes upward at his master, his expression looking pitiful and his yellow bushy eyebrows slanted downwards. Orion chuckled as he ignored the muffled voice of his pet behind the ball gag on his mouth piece and carried him up to the machine. This new invention of his had the appearance of an odd anomaly, especially the harnesses present; they looked like flesh tentacles as well as being the color of red, their suction tubes were a peachy sand color with purple lips, and the "trap" below these tubes were dark red and had two openings to ensnare the feet in. Orion hoisted Thunder Bomber off the floor, carried him up to the machine, removed his pants, and connected him to the trap below.
Surprised, Thunder jolted his hips forward at the slightest touch of the slimy flesh material trapping his ankles and preventing him from moving, as well as the tentacles that grabbed a hold of his arms and lifted them upwards. The thunder powered combined Bomberman darted his head in different directions, his eyesight being somewhat blocked by the dark red fleshy exterior of the traps and appendages that restrained his arms and hung them up like picture frames.

He looked up at Orion, who gave him a soothing smile as his glowing greens eyes were shown as crescent moons standing on their ends, a sign of pure positivity. Thunder Bomber also took this as a chance to look down and take notice of his small dick trapped inside the cock cage Orion gave him, much to his previous disapproving mumbles. The cage always bothered him in ways no one would want to imagine, let alone his brothers and only sister.

Thunder Bomber casted more pitiful glances at Orion as his ball gag was still lodged inside his mouth piece, vibrating slightly from the muffled sounds of his panicked cries. He wiggled his hips slightly in a desperate attempt to get out of the harsh grasps of the machine's tight appendages, but Orion walked up to place both gentle hands down on his lower body in a way to calm him down.
"It's okay, Thunder," the green robot trilled softly to his pet, "the test won't be so bad for you, I promise."

Orion trotted away from the ensnared Thunder Bomber and went to the control panel, his hands waving in a craving chance of pressing the recommended button. Thunder tried his best not to pay attention to whatever his master was doing, but the sheer fact that he was about to be tested on was a certain fate far worse than ever before but, at the same time, he would always find himself enjoying it eventually. His robotic heart skipping a beat, he could already anticipate for whatever this new machine had in store for his submissive self - a few tentacles going in and out of his hole, as he would imagine.
However, what Orion was prepared to do was completely different to Thunder Bomber's expectations as he pushed down on the power button, activating the machine's overall body represented by a slight flash of light blue from the circular screen on it.

"You ready, pet?" The Masked Trio member snarled playfully as he walked away from the control panel and up to the screen. The screen flashed white and, along with it, came an automated male voice through the speakers on the other end.

"Hello. Welcome to the Pet Trainer MKIII", it said, its voice monotonous and deep, "if you are the master please input your name."

Orion typed in his name into the touch screen and pressed enter, which followed behind the voice asking if that was his correct name. Pressing "yes", Orion was greeted with a happy jingle and was introduced to the next part of the set-up, where he was told to put in his pet's name.

Orion, having done those two things, was then taken to the menu screen, where millions of options were lying in wait for him to press. He moved his hand over to swipe at the various choices he had for his little pet, but some wholesome thoughts hung overhead in his mind that Orion was willing to try and find at least one option that did not include hurting Thunder.

"This is the directory for the Pet Trainer MKIII's disciplinary measures, but in many cases, they also work as pleasure tools. Choose from these many choices below."

Orion examined and swiped through each individual option carefully as he took one good look at each icon they represented and their names, double standards coming into play while showing it by shaking his head a few times. That was until his hand stopped as he saw something that somehow caught his attention. His green eyes bulging wide open, the green robot placed the palm of his hand onto the screen at this choice, followed by a short chime. This was represented by an icon resembling what appears to be a milk bottle.

"You have selected Milking. Are you sure this is the option you want? You are welcome to change this later."

Orion nodded his head silently, took a few steps back, and watched as he witnessed the flesh pit emerge with an extra tentacle, rising up to its fullest height and staring straight at Thunder Bomber. The combined Bomberman's eyes widened at the horror of this thing facing him in many ways imaginable, mostly ready to penetrate whatever hole that was available. He wriggled his body in an attempt to divert his master's attention, but it felt as if these flesh traps were now a part of his body as they disabled any movement of his hands and legs.
The crimson flesh tentacle slowly inched its way towards the tip of Thunder's cock cage while shape shifting its head into the form of a needle and gently struck its way into the switch on the cage's center, causing Orion's pet to jolt slightly at the stimulation.

"For the milking to commence, the cock cage applied onto your pet will have to be activated in order for them to be pent up and ready. Do you want to proceed?"

Orion pressed "yes" again as he kept his eyes glued to the tentacle's nearly vibrating body at the touch of the contraption surrounding and barricading Thunder Bomber's dick like a cell fortress. The appendage's vibration speed began at a medium number, showing obvious signs of finally working its way into the cage. Thunder looked away from the tentacle arousing and teasing him down there, but he couldn't help but let out muffled moans from his ball gag in response to the cock cage vibrating against him.
He wiggled his hips slightly as the tentacle continued its arousal process, only for it to pick up the pace as it was already free to do as it pleased against the cock cage.

Orion watched as he nodded and wrote down some notes in his notebook as the machine's fleshy appendages were working itself onto Thunder Bomber's member, causing him to shiver and tremble. The vibrations soon died down as a the electric combined Bomberman stopped whining and looked up at the tentacle disconnecting itself from the hole on his cock cage to focus on something else, much to his anticipation.
Thunder Bomber could nearly feel a slight twitch in his body as he craved to thrust his hips forward in order to entice the flesh appendages. Another tentacle had appeared from the dark red bloody trap above his head and slithered down to where Thunder's caged dick was, wrapping its own head around it to remove it.

Orion's pet gasped slightly as he could now allow his cock to grasp some fresh air upon its release from its entrapment, fully standing upright and being exposed to the empty scenery of the laboratory. Orion gave him a happy expression, padded up to his pet, and gave his balls a gentle pat.

"You're doing great, Thunder," he said as he moved in to give Thunder Bomber a small kiss on the cheek.

The tentacle that removed the cock cage was now transforming its own tip and began to open up in the form of a suction tube, with the head being transparent and easy to see through. It aimed towards Thunder's erect penis and gently slipped down to place the tube onto it, while the combined Bomberman beckoned it with his hips by thrusting them forward. The tentacle's transparent tip had begun to do its business as it settled down around his cock and, with the command of the machine, proceeded to vibrate once more against the skin of his member. Thunder Bomber jolted a bit from the stimulation as he almost felt his hips bucking back and forth, short sounding groans emitting from his ball gag.
The tube's body picked up on its vibrating movements once more and allowed the hole inside its tip to kiss and tease the head of Thunder's cock.

The combined Bomberman ceased his wriggling as the suction tube stopped vibrating to the point where it began to simmer down and, without hesitation, made Thunder Bomber even more aroused than ever, thanks to the machine that his master, Orion, had created. A slight sloshing sound could be heard when the green robot took notice of the flesh trap sending out another shining crimson tendril, but this time, the tip of the appendage had a sharp, pointy edge on it similar to a bumble bee, only ten times sharper.

"Your pet will now be injected with aphrodisiacs".

Orion nodded as the tentacle's sharp edge conjured up what appeared to be light blue liquids inside and watched as it pierced itself into Thunder Bomber's neck like a knife, then ended by pumping the aphrodisiacs into his robotic bloodstream. It disappeared back into the crimson flesh traps again as Thunder's eyelids felt heavy enough for him to nearly fall asleep, while a shade of purple faded inside his irises. The compounds of the aphrodisiac was enough to completely wipe his mind clean of any pure thoughts and only focused on cumming for his master, especially if by fair means or foul.
Inspecting the suction tube further, Orion looked on with amazement as the electric combined Bomberman finally hit his load, a sea of white drowning his member inside the tentacle's tube. Thunder let out a satisfied trill as he looked down with wonder in his eyes at the sight of being milked dry by a machine.

The aphrodisiac injected inside his body had worked at a quick pace as the green robot looked at his pet's lustful expression and chuckled. The machine was still powering as the tentacle still kept ahold of Thunder Bomber's cock and pumping every last ounce of his load into its body, small pounds of it bloating and shrinking inside the tentacle's shining interior as it did so. Looking over at the machine's screen, Orion bent down to take a closer look and smile at the sight of the screen's display of the ounces of cum Thunder Bomber had expelled for only a few minutes. It displayed an empty milk glass, but with each more time he was pumped of his nectar the number's percentage increased as well as the contents inside the bottle.
Orion's initial goal was to get it to 100% as he took a quick glance at the progress made so far.

56... 57... You're doing great so far," he complimented as Thunder was looking like he was completely asleep, but with his eyes open and droopy. His whining and muffled cries now turned into moaning of pleasure as he thrusted his hips forward in order for the suction tube to get a taste of him, as well as succumbing to the machine that intoxicated him with heavy chemicals.
"78... 79," Orion continued counting as he kept his eyes glued to the machine's screen. The milk bottle displayed was almost full and had reached 89% at a fast rate. Jumping back in surprise, Orion turned to look at his pet's awestruck eyes.

"Wow, you're really filling up fast. That aphrodisiac must be doing a number on your sexual arousal."

Thunder Bomber, now having been pumped and milked from the flesh tentacles that stimulated him and the machine that allowed it, was already feeling his whole body crumble and become a personal plaything to the appendages that suspended him, as the milk bottle displayed on its screen had filled up to a complete 100%, alerting Orion with a chime.

"Milking process completed. Your pet has finished and is stable to return to you.."

The crimson flesh traps embroidered around the frames of the machine's cockpit released the electric combined Bomber from his spot inside it, alongside the tentacles that carried and grasped at his body. The milking appendage let go of his now limp dick as it closed up the transparent suction tube and returned to its habitat inside the trap. Orion walked up to his pet to see if he needed assistance, only for it to result in Thunder falling into his arms. The heavy milking procedure applied was enough to weaken his strength to walk, much to the green robot's chagrin.
"Yeah, I should really tone that down the next time I do this," he told himself as he carried his pet out into the hallways to return to his "pin." However, the combined Bomberman wriggling seductively in his grasp was far from finished. Orion looked down at him with a blank expression.

"Y-You wanna go again?"