Patreon Compilation – Fic#221 – Akande/Soldier – brainwashing turning to consensual – Wonders Of Technology

Akande/Soldier – Soldier has been 'living' with the chip for quite a while now and Akande feels like something has changed. He's quite surprised to find out what that something is.

Part 1 (AO3 Link)

Part 2 (This Part)

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Akande had wanted to give Soldier back to Overwatch once he’d been done using him… but much like someone fostering a puppy he finds himself loathe to give up on his new pet.

He’s also just not done using him. Every time he thinks today is the day that he might lose interest in the stretched out whore cunt the old guy has to offer, it pulls him right back in. No pun intended.

He’s put in a lot of work. Or the scientists have. It doesn’t matter.

What does matter is that the old slut has been in his care for close to a year and Akande just can’t find it in himself to get bored of the silky clench of his insides or the wet suction pulling him in once he starts slapping the crown of his dick against the ruined gape of his hole.

He uses him daily… sometimes twice. Work has become much more tolerable when he has the warming cunt around his dick. It’s also a nice show of authority during meetings. There is just something so primitive and powerful about not giving a fuck that his dick is inside a living cockwarmer while he hashes out the particulars of one mission or another.

It is because he is using him daily that it takes Akande a little to realize that something in the old Soldier’s behavior is changing. Not that he is getting too lazy or braindead… no, he is becoming, if anything, more enthusiastic.

He has started getting up from his doggy bed and making his way over to Akande without having to be prompted beforehand which is interesting in its own right.

It shouldn’t be possible for him to anticipate an order. He should be just autonomous enough to remember to breathe, basically. Or maybe if something is repeated just consistently enough, even he will start to remember a routine? It might be possible but in Akande’s opinion it is unlikely.

He’s dumber than an animal. Nothing but a sleeve; something to keep his cock nice and warm without complaining. Something he can use to dangle over Overwatch’s head and watch the impotent rage on their faces mount when they realize that they can’t do anything against it.

So he lets one of the scientists come, who after a short check-up, lets another come, and then another; all of them going through the same tests and apparently receiving the same results.

Akande watches with mild interest, fingers idly drumming against the surface of his desk. He should be in a meeting right about now but honestly this is more interesting at the moment.

“If the chip is malfunctioning, turn down the intervals… I don’t want his brain to be completely fried.”

There’s a small tug of worry in his chest over potentially losing a toy that he’s been working on for so long. At this point, Soldier’s intestines are basically shaped specifically for Akande’s dick and he wouldn't want to go through the hassle of getting himself a different Overwatch member to have to go through the initial warming up process again…

“Well, Sir, the chip is malfunctioning… but it is actually emitting not enough currents to the brain at the moment. For all intents and purposes, it is almost useless at this point and Soldier has been working with you under his own steam.”

Akande leans forward, interest immediately piqued. “Is that so?” he croons, locking eyes with Soldier. It feels like the first time in months that he’s even properly looking into his face; he doesn’t really bother with that since either he has him under the table and his throat stuffed with dick, or he has him on his lap while he works.

The pale eyes do look somewhat more alert now that he is paying attention. How fascinating.

“Hmm… Gentlemen, I am in the mood for an experiment. Turn off the chip for now; let’s see what happens.”

.oOo.

Akande had anticipated the outcome of his experiment but he is still pleased when it actually turns out the way he had cautiously predicted.

Even better, in many ways.

It is not quite as if a flip had been switched, but now that the chip has been turned off completely and no electric currents are messing with Soldier’s brain, the changes are much more noticeable.

Soldier is enjoying his treatment. He even looks for it actively, crawling close when it’s been too long since his last stuffing and kissing Akande’s cock as one would kiss the ring of their monarch.

He’d do anything as long as it means at the end of it he’s getting his loose hole stuffed with the only thing that’ll make him feel full and happy: Akande’s dick. He worships it as one would a deity. Who would have thought that old dogs are so easy to be taught? Apparently it only takes a few measly months of torture to have them right where one needed them: on their knees, slobbering eager and wet all over a nice, fat cock.

Akande can see it in the old soldier’s eyes that he means what he is doing. He isn’t deceitful, just eager. He is earnestly yearning for dick. He works for it even more now that he is no longer hindered by the chip.

Where soldier has previously just accepted his dicking like the fleshlight he’d become, he now starts to work his muscles around Akande’s dick again.

Nice, flittering contractions that work along his shaft as it spears nice and deep into the loose hole. It startles Akande quite a bit the first time it happens which is amusing to him in and off itself.

It’s so easy to forget that the pussy he’s been playing with is actually alive and not just a man-sized toy.

He’s not talking which is just as well. Akande does not think he would enjoy hearing him prattle on about one thing or another, even if it were to just beg him for a dicking. Still, there is a certain amount of… pride in the way he begins to hold himself.

As if he has found his place in the world by being a cocksleeve for his owner.

If he remembers his old life or the… friends… he made along the way during it, he does not show it which intrigues Akande quite a bit, he has to admit. He watches him when he casually drops names or locations and all he finds his soldier’s face still nice and relaxed, eyes gone unfocused while he carefully breathes with a cock lodged down his throat.

“How interesting… I would not have thought it this easy to make you into a nice, obedient puppy. But here we are,” he drawls one afternoon during a lull in work. He has one leg up, foot braced against the edge of his desk and his hands curled around the soldier’s head. He watches him as he idly pumps his hips and fucks down his throat.

Soldier blinks slowly. The only sign that he has actually understood that he’s been talked to is the fact that his eyes roll up to look into Akande’s face. It still takes a few more minutes for them to become somewhat sharp and lucid, though it looks like it takes actual effort for him to put in some work and not be completely braindead while getting throat fucked.

Akande doesn’t really think anything of it, just lazily chasing his orgasm and pouring it down the soldier’s throat to warm his belly – but he immediately connects the dots once soldier does speak.

It’s not a whole lot but his first words do surprise Akande quite a bit as they are: “I want to serve Talon as I serve you.”

Akande doesn’t know what he means by that but the sentiment behind it amuses him to no end.

Should it really have been so easy to brainwash Overwatch’s finest? He had not even actively tried pulling him over to their side other than making sure he’d be kept nice and helpless by the chip.

This is a very fine side-effect indeed. Oh, he can hardly wait to see the looks on their faces once he paraded their erstwhile leader in front of them and let them see just how much more enthusiastic he is about worshiping Akande’s cock instead of doing… whatever it is they are doing. They are accomplishing nothing by their denial of Talon’s ideals.

They will find out soon enough… and Soldier will be a marvelous chip in his hand during that.