Story:Cicero, chapter 4

Cicero

Chapter 4 – On Duty

Contains: Rubber, scifi, bondage, mind control, nonconsensual,

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The red panda exploded out of the door into the alley, the steel portal slamming with a resounding thud and swinging back to closed as Cicero burst through behind him, in full charge. Apparently, no one told Tozier that trying to run from a charging rhinoceros was a bad idea. Luckily for Tozier, Cicero's mother had taught Cicero to turn his head to the side when chasing someone down. No kid wants to get gored while playing tag.

Cicero was right on the panda's tail coming out the door. In Tozier's moment of indecision of which direction to run, he was caught. The full weight of the charging rhino slammed into him, throwing them both into brick wall opposite the door and then rebounding onto the ground. The force of the impact winded them both.

Irritated and angry, Cicero quickly gathered his wits, grabbed his cuffs and handcuffed the prone panda behind his back. Cicero stood, one booted hoof planted on the small of Tozier's back while he pulled up on the cuffs, awkwardly and almost painfully stretching the Panda's arms back behind him.

Cicero had hardly noticed in the fray leading up to the chase that the symbiote had woken up. As Cicero looked down at the pinned and restrained panda, he felt the creature writhing around his cock, stimulating him. It was also probing at his ass...

"Not now" growled Cicero silently, panting.

The panda was stunned, but recovering when he shouted, "Hey! What the hell are you doing back there?!"

This time, the symbiote was doing something new. Cicero looked down at his booted hoof when he noticed it . . .

One Hour Earlier

Cicero sat in the back of the SWAT van making its way to the interspecies brothel. Being an election year, there was a crack-down on prostitution, and the “dirty breeding” always ended up as a target in these sweeps. Apparently, the brass didn’t think much about their speeches when they made such proclamations. Cicero was one of those “dirty half-breeds”. A huge chunk of the planet was, and it was only going to continue.

“The local wildlife is up front, catching the lower class johns.” Sergeant Winters was fully human, and was an equal opportunity bigot. He held everyone of every race in disdain. They more exotic stuff is in back. Officer Harden, you’re taking point. I want you to barrel through to the back and drive the clientele and whores forward, Cicero. We can’t sneak up from behind, but we will be blocking off the alleys. We should have the neighborhood locked down.”

“Barrel through, secure the rear? I can do that.” He grinned at the Sergeant with a wink, and then almost winced as the symbiote, still wrapped around his loins and securing his own rear, decided to throb briefly. Maybe the rubber thing picked up on the sexual tension between Cicero and Winters.

Winters glowered, “Right.” Turning to the other officers, Winters continued handing out assignments as Cicero wondered how he’d have sex with Winters with the creature still attached to him.

Five Minutes Earlier

Cicero crouched across the street from the upscale Capitol Hill row-house-turned-brothel. He was still pondering sex with his Sergeant when he realized that he was thinking about sex as a given, not as a fantasy. His plans for getting Winters alone were realistic, and what’s more, he knew he would follow through. That was new. He would have to seriously think about…

“*bzzzt* Harden, street’s cleared you have a go. *bzzzt*” Cicero’s com unit squawked in his ear.

“Right,” he muttered to himself, “here I go.” Switching on the voice amplifier on his neck piece, he stepped out from behind the conveniently placed delivery truck on the opposite side of the street. Bouncing once on his booted hooves once before moving, he broke into a sprint, gathering momentum. Half-way across the street, he started bellowing, his already resonant voice amplified by the comms unit.

“This is the Metro PD! We are serving a warrant! All occupants of this residence are under arrest!”

Cicero’d done this a dozen times before. He’d timed his speech to be punctuated by his hundreds of pounds of muscle and bone smashing through the door frame. His feet thundered as he climbed the stairs and entered the house. He knew his fellow officers followed him in, but no one could hear any foot falls except his weight barreling through the house. Officers clambered up the stairs behind him as he continued through to the back, breaking through another door to a shock.

“Tozier?!” Cicero winced at his own voice, and turned off the voice amplifier.

Tozier’s eyes shot wide, “Mister… Mister Harden?”

Cicero found the young red panda leaning up against a wall, his hands behind his head. On the floor in front of Tozier, a mature asian man knelt, his mouth wrapped around the young panda’s sizeable member. The man looked up at Cicero, not taking Tozier’s cock out of his mouth.

Cicero walked over and pushed the man off of Tozier’s tool. “Goddamnit boy, your grandmother’s gonna have…” Cicero didn’t finish, as Tozier laid a quick right across Cicero’s jaw and bolted out the door.

Glancing up at the door, Cicero muttered, “your granny’s gonna owe me big time.”

Now

The red panda exploded out of the door into the alley, the steel portal slamming with a resounding thud and swinging back to closed as Cicero burst through behind him, in full charge. Apparently, no one told Tozier that trying to run from a charging rhinoceros was a bad idea. Luckily for Tozier, Cicero's mother had taught Cicero to turn his head to the side when chasing someone down. No kid wants to get gored while playing tag.

Cicero was right on the panda's tail coming out the door. In Tozier's moment of indecision of which direction to run, he was caught. The full weight of the charging rhino slammed into him, throwing them both into brick wall opposite the door and then rebounding onto the ground. The force of the impact winded them both.

Irritated and angry, Cicero quickly gathered his wits, grabbed his cuffs and handcuffed the prone panda behind his back. Cicero stood, one booted hoof planted on the small of Tozier's back while he pulled up on the cuffs, awkwardly and almost painfully stretching the Panda's arms back behind him.

Cicero had hardly noticed in the fray leading up to the chase that the symbiote had woken up. As Cicero looked down at the pinned and restrained panda, he felt the creature writhing around his cock, stimulating him. It was also probing at his ass...

"Not now" growled Cicero silently, panting.

The panda was stunned, but recovering when he shouted, "Hey! What the hell are you doing back there?!"

This time, the symbiote was doing something new. Cicero looked down at his booted hoof when he noticed tendrils of the entity were snaking out from his pants, around his boot and latching around Tozier's tail, slithering around his waist and through the many ripped holes in the panda's denim pants.

As Cicero sees the entity's progress, he is momentarily confused before being overcome by a sudden wave of aroused orgasm. Still holding onto the chain between the cuffs with one hand, Cicero arched his back and bellowed aloud as he came in his uniform pants, only to have his come greedily absorbed by the symbiote which responded by spreading further to engulf the strained and restrained panda, probing his ass and dick & balls.

While Cicero writhed in orgasm, he was dimly aware that the symbiote seemed to explode around Tozier, as it did when he first encountered it. Within seconds, Tozier was wrapped head to toe in strands of living latex. His muzzle was stuffed full, silencing him completely. Rather than the worm-like state Cicero had been forced into, Tozier was being pulled into a tight rubberized ball. His knees were pulled up to his chest by strands of rubber with the strength of steel. Tozier’s arms, still chained behind him by the cuffs, were useless to try to fight it off.

In moments, all that remained of Tozier was a ball of rubber with a vaguely Tozier-shaped head sticking out. It was silent and immobile except for a visible breathing motion.

Cicero felt, more than heard, a sharp snap and looked down to see tendrils of latex receding below his pants. Instinctively, Cicero knew he had to hide this. Looking around, he saw an open dumpster and quickly heaved the mass of latex into the container and slammed the lid shut. Just then, Winters burst out the back, weapon drawn.

“Harden! Where’d he go?”

“Sorry, Sarge, he got away. I can go through, I don’t do as good going over,” Cicero pointed at the alleyway wall behind him. “But no one else got out.”

Winters nodded then indicated Cicero’s split lip, “Looks like he got a good shot in.”

Looking down at the well built human, Cicero smiled. Winters was large for a human, 6 feet tall, almost two hundred pounds of muscle. “A little guy like him? He got in a lucky shot. Wasn’t that big, about your size actually, and I could take you.” Cicero walked up to Sergeant Zachary Winters, deliberately invading his personal space. Staring down at him and meeting his eyes he commented, “Any time I wanted.”

Winters wouldn’t blink, but he could smell the sweat and musk pouring off Cicero in waves. Eventually, though, he did turn and start back into the brothel. “Stay here and guard the back, make sure no one else gets out.”

Cicero smiled when he caught sight of Winters adjusting his crotch before reentering the house.

Commenting to himself, Cicero thought aloud, “When did I get that aggressive?” Shaking his head, he went back to the dumpster to check on Tozier. The kid was still there, still in that lump of whatever, still apparently breathing. “What have I gotten into?”

Hours later

After finishing paperwork at the station, Cicero made his way back to the house, to the dumpster. Somehow, he knew instinctually that Tozier would still be there. And he was.

With the activity died down, Cicero was able to retrieve the warm mass and haul it away. Since he knew no one would be coming home, he decided to bring Tozier into the brothel. Hauling the latex lump to the basement, he set it on the concrete floor and stepped back.

“Great, now what do I do with you?”

Cicero sat there a few minutes until he realized he was idling rubbing the bulge in his pants, though he couldn’t feel a damned thing. The symbiote must be blocking sensation again. “Damnit, alright already. I know you own me, but what are we going to do with him?” He waved indicating Tozier. Cicero felt stupid talking to his crotch, but weirder things had already happened today – multiple times.

As Cicero waved, however, there was a raspy gasp and Tozier’s limbs all shot outward, as if released from tremendous tension. Tozier’s mouth had been released and he was breathing deeply. He was apparently unconscious but waking up. The latex still covered most of Tozier’s body. It was effectively a suit which had crawled underneath his clothing. His hands and feet ended in useless nubs of latex, even his tail was coated. The latex had only retreated from Tozier’s head and face.

In short time, Tozier was awake in the sparsely furnished, unfinished basement, sitting up. “What the fuck?” Tozier shouted, “What the hell was that?”

Even being in the basement of an abandoned house, Tozier’s voice was sure to be heard. Raising his hand in a gesture of silence, Cicero hissed, “Quiet!” As if in response to Cicero’s command, Tozier’s suit instantly slithered up and muzzled the panda. In a muffled, yelp, Tozier pawed at his mouth with useless hands.

Cicero thought a moment as he noticed that his suit was stimulating him again. “So is that how it’s going to be?” Cicero addressed his crotch, drawing a confused look from the already scared Tozier. “I belong to you, but I can have some that belong to me?”

The flood of pleasure and stimulation that swelled around Cicero’s loins gave him the clear answer he needed. Feeling his new mate, his owner swirling about him, Cicero caught his reflection in a mirror on the wall. From under his uniform, latex sheeting flowed to cover his arms and neck. It was already flowing down his legs and coating his hooves under his boots.

Walking over to Tozier, he picked the young panda up and set him standing between two metal support beams set into the concrete floor. Cicero met Tozier’s gaze and they locked eyes for a moment. Cicero was able to get out “You, boy? You’re mine” before his own latex muzzled and gagged him.

Working in concert with his latex, Cicero commanded the latex surrounding Tozier. It was like forcing a daydream into reality. He needed only to think clearly what he wanted and then mentally shove that image at Tozier. His latex symbiote would take over.

Contented, Cicero watched as strands of latex shot out from Tozier’s body, forming a web between the pillars. Within a minute, Tozier’s body was lifted off the ground, his legs splayed wide. Cicero stepped up to the exposed ass of this muscular panda and leaned in. His shaft, long left without sensation, was allowed to hang free. Cicero reveled in the sensation as he rubbed his cock up and down Tozier’s hole.

With Tozier hanging face up in the air, almost spread eagle, Cicero stared into the scared but now aroused eyes of his neighbor’s grandson. He knew Tozier was aroused because he was instructing the symbiote to do many of the same things to Tozier that had happened to himself, and the sensation had Tozier trying to fuck the air in frustration.

Leaning against him, Cicero could feel the panda’s muscles try to clench and pull against his bonds. He could also feel the latex stretching Tozier’s ass. Pushing an image to the symbiotes, Cicero added “Mine”.

The latex thinned around Tozier’s ass, and Cicero lined his cock up with where the boy’s hole should be. With gentle pressure, he forced his way in. Rather than open or ripe, the latex membrane stretched and molded to Cicero’s shaft as well as providing lubricant.

Cicero slid in with one pump, causing Tozier’s eyes to bulge as Cicero hit full depth. Slowly, Cicero built up speed, giving full strokes all the way in and out. Even through the complete gag, and full hoods both men now wore, Cicero could make out Tozier’s whimpering. The suit had been keeping him stimulated and horny in a semi-conscious state for hours.

Tozier wasn’t alone in having his ass plowed. On every stroke into Tozier’s tight ass, Cicero would feel the same thing happen to him. It was intense and he felt like he would come at any moment. As Cicero plunged deep into Tozier, Cicero’s suit drove a Cicero-shaped phallus into his own ass. The sensation continually threatened to bring Cicero to orgasm, but the symbiote worked to prevent it.

Cicero had no idea how long he bang away at the boy hanging in the air between pillars. But soon, he felt himself building to a crescendo. His balls felt heavy, as if lead weights were hanging from them. When he came, he noticed that Tozier was also coming. The suits had synchronized the orgasms.

Grabbing Tozier’s legs, Cicero pulled Tozier hard onto his dick, ramming himself deep. Their mutual screams of ecstasy would have drawn the attention of neighbors had they not been gagged.

Both dropped, or were dropped to the floor instantly after the massive orgasms. Slowly, the symbiotes withdrew for both of them, back to the basic briefs that Cicero was growing familiar with.

Exhausted from their exertions, both men passed out on the floor of the brothel’s basement.