Thread: Break the Cycle: REJECT STYLE [BAB+Soubi]

Pink? Really Kibum? I thought you agreed you would stop being defiantly passive-agressive. You know pink on your entire head is not an approved appearance upgrade for an. . .um. . . ah. . . ahem. . .pet. Cho-nyo murmured in what she hoped was a conjoling voice. She had found gentle tones tended to work better with the infuriating male lounged across the patient sofa. And I don't think a bob cut on your moon round face is an approved appearance upgrade for you Doctor. But you don't see me complaining! Kibum's yellow gold eyes glared impudently from the cushions he'd burrowed down in on the psychiatrists couch. Dr. Oh Cho-nyo felt bad she really did. She had left Kibum in the hospital unattended for nearly two weeks while having been on vacation. But it had been necessary, not that the selfish spoilt lanky male on her sofa would understand that. Kibum didn't know loss, break-ups or my-girlfriend-will-leave-my-unpretty-lesbian-butt-if-I-don't-take-her-on-a-romantic-cruise-soon situations. She'd tried to offer what protection to him she could, burying his file under piles of paperworkpassword locking his digital analysis. How was she to know that the hospital would bring in a sub? A right bitch too, Cho-nyo had meetings with the government disciplinary board for the next month to clean up all the red flags that heifer had raised on her and the staff about how the psyche hospital was conducting business. It was all a mess. The doctor rubbed her temple, that was a problem for later, right now she had to deal with Kibumor at the very least prepare him as best she could for tomorrow. Kibum I already told you I was very sorry for what happened in my absence. . . You must understand I do have a life outside these hospital walls to attend to. I really think perhaps you should look at this new development as a chance to try something new. New? SOMETHING NEW! Kibum jumped lightly to his feet gracefully enough that even the doctor who was immune to the charms of men had to repress the urge to gasp out in delight. I don't want this! I told you already, I've told anyone who will listen! I don't want to be with any of these smelly apes! Kibum. . .The doctor began in chiding tones. What?! No! Don't you dare! Don't you dare try and tell me again that it's all in my head! Kibum mimicked the doctor's high feminine tone, hands upon hips. It's not in my fucking head! I know it and you know it doctor! You may not be able to smell it as I do but you know it's the truth you know what the other women don't about me! The doctor was damned grateful the hospital was one of the few places where the government did not record incessantly with their high definition digital systems. Since all male hospitals were run by the Femdom League, and most staffed with staunch weapon carrying lesbians guards and doctors and nuns devoted to the one true goddess, the government felt them safe from over zealous fans. And safe from male escapes. . . Kibum! You will calm yourself this instant! You're changing again! It didn't matter before, but where you are going it matters! The doctor glared at Kibum until he flopped back down on the couch again in one last over dramatic display of temper. She sighed glancing at the male's pointed twitching ears, his eyes, usually a nice normal black, were now nearly completely golden yellow the black swallowed down to thin angry slits. When his ears had first changed and the then sixteen year old had come running to her office in a panic, Cho-nyo had learned the black she had always thought was just the color of his eyeshad in fact been Kibum's widened pupils. Thinking himself a freak after his adoptive lab had dumped him at the first hospital over suspicion that he would grow to be a defective, given the unnatural eye color that had begun to bleed into his irisesKibum had taking to practicing the painful headache inducing pupil widening in an effort to get a clean bill of health and return to his former porn idol lab. By the time he had arrived in Cho-nyo's care, the teen had perfected the trickpreferring to be thought crazy given the headaches would make him just so over time, than a bodily defective freak. It was only Cho-nyo's careful and continued therapy that had finally gotten the teen to reveal his secrets. Which were many, since aside from his yellow gold cat eyes and pointed earswere the sharp incisors that were nearly fang like. Plus, his deepest secret and in Cho-nyo's opinion the REAL reason he had been dumped in a string of psyche hospitals, an extraordinary sense of smell. Not that most porn idols didn't happen to have a genetic tweak here or there that were covertly undisclosed, just like porn idol cosmetic surgeries, it was even acceptable in most labs to make sense of smell the most widely common extra. But Cho-nyo had never seen it work in quite the way it did for Kibum, most smell enhancements made porn idols more susceptible to the slight pheromone enhancement drugs porn idols were given so they could achieve long lasting subscriber seducing scenes. In essences, good senses of smell made for more horny idol fuck machines. Not Kibum. . . After the shock of his transformation had worn off for her and Cho-nyo had gotten Kibum's solemn promise to never let any of the other staff know of his unusual cat like features, the teen had become something of an interesting and highly entertaining test subject. The doctor reintroduced him to other males, in hopes that with training only the features would be the problembut to no avail. Kibum already exotic looking and delicately fae like, was instantly seductive and attractive to the other males on the floor, frightfully so. He had not been in the day room half an hour before two other young males around his age had gotten into a fist fight over who would sit next to him for TV time. Kibum to Cho-nyo's dismay proved a mischievous minx, leaving a trail of broken hearts and fights in his wakebecause while the other males seemed to find his scent irresistible, he found theirs appalling. He told the doctor in no uncertain terms that they all smelled like horny apes to him. He had even scratched, and bitten a few of the bolder males who would not apparently take his nos for an acceptable answersummarizing to the doctor during his sessions that not only did other males stink to him when they were aroused, they also tasted terrible. Kibum had decided right then and there he must be into females. Several nuns had then been appalled screamingly so on finding the hospital mascot as Kibum had unofficially become, perched obscenely naked in most cases, in what Dr. Cho-nyo knew the poor boy likely thought was his most sexy and charming poses. Kibum thought it was a win-win given that no matter what he did the nuns never smelled bad! They didn't smell goodto him either, but then at least it wasn't ape. Nuns smelled like nothing, all women smelled like nothing. It had taken Cho-nyo and the Mother Superior both to explain to the teen the nuns wanted no part of his aegyo. Kibum, who up until that point really didn't understand EXACTLY what it was porn idols did, or frankly even what sex was found out to his horror that not only were the nuns not into him or anybody other than the goddess apparently, but that he would never be allowed female sexual contact. With any woman. . . Ever. It had taken three years of Cho-nyo working privately with the spiting, hissing, tantrum throwing young male before he turned nineteen and they reached a semi-comfortable truce. Kibum allowed himself to be resigned to the fact he would live out his days with free reign of the hospital so long as he left the nuns alone, so long as he at least tried not to let his peculiarities become public knowledge. Dr. Cho-nyo even found a way to make his forced widening of his pupils comfortable with migraine medicines and sunglasses. Now it seemed all her careful work, study and yes even cossetting of the young man to a degreehad resulted in the new orders that would probably be his undoing. I don't like men! Tell them doctor! Tell them I'm broken, Kibum begged and tried his best bargaining face. Why not? It always worked on the nuns and got him extra TV time hours. I will do no such thing Kibum. You're not a child anymore, those excuses won't work at best and at worse they'll make the government put you somewhere a lot worse than a mental institution. Dr. Cho-nyo didn't know if breeder colonies were as bad as the rumors but she rather err on the side of the cautious than have Kibum end up in oneespecially if any of the doctors found out about his unique traits. That discovery could very well be a death sentence. No, she had to get Kibum to accept this new placement and do his best to survive. Look. I've brought you these. . . The doctor tried not to blush as she shoved the digital porn idol best of dics, laptop and male-on-male sex books into the so-to-be pets arms. As you know this is not a sex idol training facility, frankly most of the other males unlike yourself will never make it back into society. . . Lucky Bastards. . . Kibum mumbled, and then slouched down further with his full arms at the doctors glare for silence. As I was saying, there hasn't really been a way to train you. So there is a lot you don't know about sex and porn idols. . . . They have butt sex, with cocks stuffed up the anusand fuck for money. The government watches them all the time, the subscribers pay a fee for a 24 hour male on male sex feed and most guys think it's the height of living since they do everything for you and females are watching around the clock. Kibum recited and then grinned wickedly at Dr. Cho-nyo's shocked expression. Oh come on doc! I'm 20 years old not 16 anymore with you and mother superior showing me nature films with humping animals in them. I know where I came from and what I am expected to be. I know what porn idols do, and how they do it. I just don't want to do it. I don't want to have sex with another dude. Kibum laid the stuff on the sofa and continued in a softer tone, I know it all and I know that it's not what I want. I want to choose my own life. Not spend it under another smelly man, while he ruts into my ass and screws the stuffing out of me for the jollies of some hard up female view counts. Oh Kibum, it's not. . . Don't you dare say it's not that bad doctor. You'll just be lying to yourself. I'm smart, you even said so yourself. You said I was a good helper to youeven the nuns say that I'm bright, a great assistant. If I am so great, bright, smart and all those other pleasant adjectives, then why can't I go to school? Huh? Why can't I be a doctor as you are? What makes me so different other than what's between my legs? Hell I would even enjoy such a solitary lifemore so than any woman. I can't even physically stomach the scent of another human being and most women are logging on to watch and be closer to other human beings pretending to like doing each other. What is the justice in that? Tomorrow, I'll have to pray my stomach will stay in place and I don't go feline, while I get fucked for those same unappreciative womenfolks amusement! So please, spare my intelligence and don't tell me it's not that bad, because you and I both know it's so much worse. Dr. Cho-nyo was at a lost as to how to help. Kibum, shaking his head sadly at her silence, resumed the more humanistic disguise that she knew was likely painful beyond belief for him and headed to the door. Cho-nyo hurried to him, frantically scribbling on a scrap of prescription paper. Hide it. When they come for you tomorrow, find a way to take my number with you. If it takes the rest of my careerI'll find a way to help you. She wasn't even sure the boy would listen, but he didn't toss the paper away. Cho-nyo watched him the whole way down the hall until he was well out of sight. Kibum never looked back, and for some strange reason she felt like he was already gone. They came at night. Kibum was dumped from his bed like trash, before being dragged from his room. It took every single ounce of self-control he had learned at the hospital to not rip the uniformed guards throats out with his fangs that ached as they dropped down from his gums. He kept his head lowered since his eyes were burning with what he knew was the yellow of his anger as he was bustled out in shackles to the van covered in official looking government titles. They shoved him in, and Kibum had only a moment to regret the anger that had sent him to bed early without saying good-bye to Dr. Cho-nyo, Mother Superior, and the nuns. He kept his fists tight while he tried to mull over where to hide the doctor's cellpage number. He got his chance when thirty minutes into the drive his escorts dozed off. Kibum frantically memorized the number in the barely lit dawn light streaming into the van. But the time he had eaten the paper, and his sleeping guard roused themselves a few hours later, the youth was worn out from stress, lack of sleep, and the annoyance of keeping his pupils dilated with out his shades. So he wasn't really up to the battle he had intended to give over his removal, and instead was grateful when they dragged him from the van and turned him over to the soft voiced and even softer handed women in place that look almost like the hospital, and only home he had ever really known. It was sanitized and white, but that's where the similarities to his hospital ended. This place, this spa as all the women kept referring to it as when he asked was a fucking honeysuckle scented torture dungeon. Kibum swore and kicked, as they scrubbed him with rough salt, then sugar. Then there was the soap that burned his eyes and smelled like a florist shop explosion, followed by mud strongly scented of dead fish. There was a brief discussion of redyeing his hair, but the hair woman claimed the fans were very into pink this season, so she instead added a rinse that made the nuns little for fun baby pink dye job turn a deep rosier huethen his whole head was clipped into weird spikes that the stylist smacked his hand about trying to pat down. After the head styling, Kibum learned that apparently only his head hair was considered fashionable. The rest of the hair on his body was apparently considered garish. He very nearly went feline over of the solution. This waxing, their words for strapping him down while they poured hot goo on his male bits, legs and arms and then yanked all the hair out. Kibum had to keep his eyes squeezed tight and he bit his tongue to keep from hissing and yowling in pain. They left him then, naked and feeling like he had lost a part of himself on a table. He'd thought it was over then cause really at that point what more could they do to humiliate him?. Only then a spa woman returned with the guards, and he sensed then that something much worse than the waxing was about to take place. One of the guards reached for him and he scrambled away, leaping to his feet, but the lack of sleep had taken it's toll as it was meant to, and he was easily brought down and then all three women pinned him kicking and fighting like it was the last time he'd ever fight. FUCK! Did he just bite me. Stop scratching! I thought you guys cut his nails! Ouch! Bastard! The cold on Kibum neck felt like a knife. After all this and now the jailers wanted to cut him? He snarled then, not caring if he went felinethey were already turning him lose and jumping back. Kibum felt at his neck the unfamiliar metal, cold, strange and constricting. It wasn't tight, but heavy and a glance into the mirrors across the room was enough tell him it was gaudy and jeweled to boot. It looked like the expensive silly trinkets indulgent women put on animals in the programs Kibum would sneak and watch with the nuns sometimes called sitcoms. If he hadn't been so angered and tired he would have laugh at the irony of putting a collar on a man who was more comfortable in cat like features. But there was nothing humorous in the situation, and Kibum could only stare at the prison sentence around his neck. These insane women really intended him to be a pet for some sex monkey? After the collar was in place, things went down hill rather like an avalanche for Kibum. He was jabbed repeatedly with needles. They left stinging impact areas, and he felt weird within momentslike himself but then not himself. It was like being in a movie and yet still seeing everything going on and unable to stop any of it. He suspected the shots were heavily laced with something. The guards claimed they were vitamins when he asked, but Kibum had enough vitamins in the hospital to know vitamins didn't make you weightless, or give your the urge to want sorta desperately touch your own penis or rub yourself on the nearest warm body. Vitamins gave you energy, not sucked it from you. Kibum after a while could only hazily follow the guard and the spa females conversations. Hmm. . . he's a few centimeters taller than that master. Perhaps another dose? Nah he's not use to the stuff look at him he's already looking like he'll give the beta testers a real show. . . Yea but this IS Jinki we're talking about. . .I still think it's a joke. True. Maybe one more cc of Flunitrazepam. At least if Jinki is his usual Jinkish self, the poor kid won't remember it the next morning. The guards laughed and Kibum didn't know why, but their mirth didn't sound promising and they jabbed him again, and he felt like warm soup was in his stomach, and it wasn't too bad a feeling. He even giggled despite trying not to as the spa lady took up a final motorized needle and a painful burning started in his right shoulder just above his bicep. Ouch! The giggles wouldn't stop. What are you doing to my arm? Tattooing you. You don't have a lab, but you still have to carry a marque. Changing your number for all to see is as good as any. You were Male 0000, now you're Male 0022. Like your master. And you gotta carvvvv Careful Kibum, no slurring. He tried again. You gotta drill it into my arm? I can remember ta. . .ta. . . two numbers. The spa lady didn't answer and Kibum was left with the random musing that the this was the first time in his life that he was a nothing and then just as quickly another person's possession. Im glad you came. . . I mean, uh, it was just taking a while, and I was kind of worried. Kibum was tempted to tell him Sorry, I was busy getting drugged, stripped and tortured for your benefit. My bad. But the words wouldn't come. Since the vitamins he'd had more than a few moments like that, where words that his old self, his FREE self, would not have hesitated to saythat now would glide by unspoken as he couldn't seem to hold them in his head. So he just stood there naked, and angered by a draft nipping at his bare ass. Kibum needn't have worried though, his master seemed incapable of shutting the fuck up anyway. He merely stared as the other male continued to talk, like a little hidden bubbling brookand just as meaningless to Kibum. The guard left them alone and locked them in, and it seemed then the master suddenly became aware of his diarrhea of the mouth and fell silent. Kibum nearly praised the nuns holy goddess when he did, only then another problem reared it's ugly head. He smiled. There was really no words Kibum could use for that smile. Charming and winsome seemed somehow inadequate, pretty was close, beautiful was closer. Either way the master smiled at him and Kibum felt this strange flutter in his belly, like a bird had gotten trapped there or he'd swallowed butterflies and they had been startled. He tried to pull his eyes away but the smile kept drawing him in. Kibum felt his feet moving and no amount of mental coaxing had any effect on halting them. Step by step, it was like a execution march for him mentally, cause he knew that smile only covered the ape smell that would come all too soon. He was practically on top of the other male before he realized he was breathing so fast he was damn near panting. But the panting while embarrassing was not nearly as shocking as what his flaring nostrils registered. Kibum literally leaned in and inhaled deeply because he couldn't believe it. He smelled good. No correction. He smelled fucking amazing! The realization widened already wide to the limit black pupils causing Kibum to wince lightly. But the bigger changes happened rapid fire to his body. The butterfly feeling spread to his legs and the tips of his fingers making them feel sensitive and strange. Every pound of his heart took on a rhythm like a stampede of horses. HE SMELLS GOOD played over and over in his hazy mind compelling him to get closer to touch, to be near this amazing creature that god help him. . .smelled like. . . well he smelled like. . . Sex. Kibum didn't even know where the thought came from unbidden, but when it turned over in his head he knew it was true and then some. His body was apparently in agreement because a chance shocked glance down at his nude usually soft and disinterested neither regions turned up a view of a solid, long dick, that was unapologetically, and embarrassingly smacking him in the belly. What the hell was happening to him?! He opened his mouth to voice just that question, only he inhaled a full blast of his master's unbelivable scent. So potent, it nearly laid him flat, hell it was all he could do not to rub his newly acquired hard-on. . .on the guys leg. Unable to control his body and not exactly sure he even wanted to anymore, he forcefully slammed into master without a second thought. He didn't care about anything other than getting the other naked and closer to him. Kibum rubbed against this new master to chase all these wonderful new sensations he had never felt before. The master likely unaccustomed to someone Kibum's height and weight pouncing him tumbled backward helplessly to land hard on the floor What are you? Kibum groaned, before burying his nose in a wonderfully soft neck and inhaling deeply. He rubbed his aroused shaft eagerly against a surprised but apparently experienced masters gentle stroking hand. The hand started massaging him rhythmically and Kibum moaned loudly with a wantonness that if anyone had told him he would be voicing for another male he'd have laughed. He tugged and his claws extended and retracted quickly and helpfully as he shredded and tugged away the vest covering this wonderful body that he wanted more than he had ever wanted anything in his life. Kibum nipped along the sweet neck that tasted as amazing as it smelled, fighting the instinctual urge to bury his fangs in that smooth column and mark it forever his. Mine. The thought drummed in his mind. Beat in his pulse and pounded through his blood stream. Kibum ran his finger through his masters silky brown hair, marveling possessively at the softness of it. His hand slipped lower and he grasped the back of this wonderful neck, intended to see if his master's smile was as sweet on the tongue as it was to the eyes. He didn't feel the small disc crushed in his hand, and for a moment he didn't even register the thin coating of gel that slipped unseen over his fingers, to dampen the hair he had briefly considered drowning in. Then that smell began. . . It was like being dashed full on in ice water, more potent than a slap to the face, that scent rolled over Kibum in waves. He jerked away with a cry of disbelief, that quickly began dragging him from his high and replacing it with unhappiness. No! It wasn't fair, he had been so close! This one had the right smell! Kibum scooted backward his body immediately losing any sign of arousal, as he put as much distance as possible between male of his dreams that had suddenly betrayed him with the abomination of his hateful ape smell. You tricked me. Kimbum could only scream the accusation of his hurt and confusion. He stared at the other male like the other was sprouting a third head, and in a way he had.