Domesticating Andrei Ch. 01

**AN: Inspired by The Perfect Pet by fueledbyquarantine, definitely recommend checking out their work if you like this. Also, this is a non-con story, and I feel like it needn't be said but I do not condone the behaviours that these characters engage in. If non-con elements are likely to trigger/upset you, I'd advise you don't continue**

Since being sentenced to 100 years of servitude in the rehabilitation program Andrei had yet to accept that his life was no longer his own. He had seen the results of the rehabilitation program firsthand -- glorified slaves led on leashes, following their handlers down the streets with eyes downcast and hands clasped behind them. They seldom wore clothing and always had the mark of their handler etched permanently into their skin -- a symbol of their status as owned entities. It had never even crossed his mind that he might one day join their ranks and yet, here he was. His temporary handlers had no need to lock his doors to contain him -- the nanobots he was injected with on his first day had already bound with his nervous system, keeping him compliant -- a prisoner in his own body.

For the past two weeks he had fallen into a steady routine at the rehabilitation centre, beginning his day with a pretty blond nurse dapping the loathsome pink cream around his nipples, lips, and holes. The nurse seemed to delight in telling him that although a single application of the cream would've heightened his sensitivity considerably, his handler had requested the treatment be continued until his focus would always be at least partially devoted to the ever-present throb in his tits, mouth, pussy, and ass. He'd spend the rest of the day subjected to any other tests or treatments his handler had requested of him. Any time that he was left alone cups placed on his nipples and pussy would provide suction at an erratic rhythm that kept him on edge for hours but never allowed him to actually find release and cum.

Since meeting his handler for the first time, he was no longer able to think about his body the way he used to. He couldn't remember the terms he used to use to elevate his dysphoria, but they had been replaced in his mind with words he had been told he was allowed to use. His????? was now his pussy, cunt, cocksleeve or any other lewd word his handler might choose to use. In addition his????? we're his tits and his????? was his clit. It was mortifying to him that even his own internal dialogue could be taken from him and warped beyond recognition at anyone's whim but his own.

On the morning he woke up in an unfamiliar room and was greeted by a doctor he'd never seen before he knew things were probably about to change for the worse. His heart started beating a little faster as he tried to work out what this might mean -- he had to figure any change in his routine could not bode well for him. The doctor was handsome, if a little older than what Andrei was usually attracted to. He held himself with the casual confidence of someone who knew exactly what he was doing and why, smirking a little when Andrei looked up at him with half-lidded eyes. The increase in his heartrate had done nothing to quell the throb in his pussy, and his clit twitched with interest as the doctor reached down and pinched one of his nipples playfully.

Andrei had learned pretty early on that asking questions of the nurses would not get him very far, but he was itching to say something to this new doctor. To ask what was happening. Before he could gather his courage and ask what was going on, the doctor shook his head and smiled, almost but not quite kindly

"Now Andrei, I know these past few weeks must have been difficult for you. Your body has had to go through many changes to get you ready for your handler"

To drive home his point, the doctor once again pulled at his nipple and grabbed at the handful of flesh and fat that had been steadily growing over the course of his stay. A soft moan escaped Andrei's mouth as he tried his hardest not to enjoy the doctors' unwanted touch.

The doctor continued,

"Today is going to be a big day for you, but once you have rested up and had a chance to heal, you will be all set and ready to go home to your handler, who I know is eagerly waiting for you to be ready"

That didn't sound good. What on earth was the doctor about to do to him that he'd need time to heal from. He opened his mouth, but before he could voice his concerns, the doctor started up again.

"Now Andrei, for the rest of this appointment I need you to stay nice and still for me, so go ahead and lie down on the bed in a comfortable position. I don't want to hear a peep out of you, and I don't want to see so much as muscle twitch."

Andrew felt his mouth close involuntarily, the nanobots in his system taking over and forcing him to lay down and relax. Smiling, the doctor briefly left the room, only to return with a medical cart that he placed by Andrei's head. He wished he could turn his neck to see whatever was on the cart, but no matter how hard he willed his muscles to move, he continued to stay still and relaxed on the table, unable to even ask what the doctor was about to do to him.

The doctor hummed a quiet tune as he routed around the objects on the cart, the soft clattering of the metal doing nothing to calm Andrei's steadily rising anxiety. He knew that whatever was about to happen to him he was definitely not going to enjoy.

He was startled from his own thoughts as the doctor softly placed a thumb on his lower lip to open his mouth. Since the application of the cream his lips and mouth were almost as sensitive as his pussy, and he couldn't help but whimper as the doctor stroked and pulled at his lip of his open mouth. In the back of his head Andrei briefly registered that the doctor could have easily just commanded him to open his mouth meaning he was thumbing at his sensitive lip solely for his own amusement. Not that Andrei could say anything to stop him from doing so. He squealed a little when the doctor removed the thumb from his lip and proceeded to start rubbing at his dripping cunt. Ignoring his aching clit the doctor was instead rubbing at the lips of his labia, fat and swollen from suction cups he'd been wearing everyday. He gently started inserting his fingers inside Andrei, not far enough to provide him with any relief, but far enough that Andrei blushed in shame as he felt slick continue to build up and drip steadily around the doctors' fingers. He wasn't sure anymore if he wanted the doctor to stop or if he wanted him to press in further. He started panting a little. He knew he should want it to stop, but the only words he could think were please, and need and more.

He whined when the doctor eventually removed his exploring fingers to take something from the tray and placed it into Andrei's waiting mouth. Andrei groaned as the he started to gently massage his tongue as if it were the inner walls of his pussy. His mouth had been essentially turned into a new erogenous zone from the cream the nurses had been applying, and Andrei could feel an orgasm slowly building as the doctor continued to stroke his tongue.

"That's it baby, I need you to swallow for me now."

Andrei obediently swallowed around his fingers and felt a new wave of shame as he moaned softly at the sensation.

If Andrei had the ability to crane his neck over to look, he would've seen the steadily growing bulge in the doctors pants as he continued to suckle and tongue at his fingers, trying to chase the stimulation he had been denied while the doctor was fingering him. He felt his orgasm continue to build from the feeling of his lips rubbing up and down the doctors knuckles, his tongue pressing harder and faster as he tasted his own juices left over from his dripping cunt.

The doctor chuckled a little

"Needy little thing aren't you, sucking up your own fluids like you can't get enough of the taste. Sadly I'm going to have to take these back now so I can continue working."

Andrei whined at the loss of the doctors fingers, wishing he had the ability to move.

"Don't worry little one, the pill I just gave you is going to make the rest of this session very easy for you. It probably would have been very painful otherwise."

It had been less than a minute, but Andrei had already forgotten the doctor had just dosed him with an unknown substance. He flushed in shame at the fact that he had lost himself so easily, but the reality of the situation came crashing back.

"Now, normally I would allow the subjects to close their eyes for this next part -- it can be a little jarring after all, and I try to avoid traumatising my patients if I can help it. Unfortunately for you your handler has specifically requested that you keep your eyes open during the procedures he ordered. I can only guess he wants you to see exactly what you're losing as it happens. I suppose there is no better way of showing you exactly where your new place in the world will be."

At this point his tone changed from that of casual conversation to something stronger and more commanding.

"Andrei, to the best of your ability I want you to use your eyes to follow my hands and watch every change I am about to make to you, and I want you to feel grateful to your handler that he allowed you to take the sedative so you don't feel any of it."

As the nanobots kicked in again his eyes immediately started to tract the doctors' hands as he reached back over to the medical tray. He couldn't help but feel the gratitude towards his handler even though he recognised that the feeling had been artificially forced upon him. He supposed he really was thankful that, due to the mercy of his handler, whatever was about to happen to him at least wouldn't hurt.

His eyes widened a little as the doctor picked up a scalpel and made a show of displaying it to Andrei before he picked up his hand and placed it on a raised padded bench.

What was... no. Surely not. They couldn't. That wasn't fair.

Andrei let out a little sob as the doctor diligently began removing each of the fingers from Andrei's right hand.

He had heard about extreme modifications being done to those in the rehabilitation program, but it was relatively rare. Lifers were used for all sorts of things-- the fulfilling the sexual requirements of their handlers was usually only part of the job. Generally they were also used to take care of the tedious task's handlers were either to busy to, or simply didn't want to do. They often maintained their owners house and possessions, sometimes took care of tedious paperwork if they were clever enough. He needed to be fully functional so they could cook and clean and he needed his hands damnit! They couldn't take them!

His eyes, clouded with tears, continued to track the doctors' movements as the fingers from his other hand were removed.

Unfair. Unjust. He hadn't even done anything wrong. It's not like he actually committed the crime he was accused of. He didn't deserve this.

The worst part was, even as he was disfigured beyond repair, his pussy continued to throb. His asshole had started to clench and unclench with fear, the pulsing of his hole soothing him slightly. His thighs steadily becoming more and more wet with the unfulfilled need and arousal building in his pussy. Despite how horrified he was at what was happening to him, a small part of him just wanted to cum.

As soon as the doctor had finished with his second hand, Andrei sighed, despairing what he'd lost but figuring he now be allowed to go back to his little room and cry in peace.

Except it wasn't over. The doctor started humming a tune to himself as he moved down to the end of the bed where Andrei's legs were. He chocked in horror as in two quick motions, the doctor severed the Achilles tendon of each of his ankles.

"It's ok sweetheart, only two more things to go and then we can be done for today"

Two? What else could possible be done to him at this point.

"I must admit I agree with your handlers next choice wholeheartedly. Pretty little things like you" He gave Andrei's throbbing clit a little pat as he said this "are definitely only meant to be seen, and not heard"

Andrei felt a dull pressure at his throat as the doctor began to work various instruments into his voice box, irreparably damaging his vocal cords.

"Sure, you could probably be ordered not to speak and the nanobots would take care of that, but I think your handler wants to make sure that you know that this is permanent. He won't be able to give you back your voice as a reward no matter how much you wish he might. Don't worry though, you'll still be able to make all sorts of pretty sounds, you just won't be able to annoy anyone with your opinions or thoughts ever again"

By this point Andrei had given up. He couldn't do anything to stop what was happening. He stopped reacting to the doctors cruel words. He didn't have the energy to wish he could resist being manhandled and flipped over onto his stomach for whatever last treatment the doctor had lined up.

"I think this last addition will make your future role very clear to you, mutt, in case you hadn't already figured it out"

Figured it out? What else was there? He was going to be a sex toy for some stranger he'd only met once. He was going to be constantly aroused, and now didn't have the use of his hands to fix that issue so he'd have to beg for someone else to help get him off. Except he wouldn't be able to beg because they'd taken his voice. Hell he probably wouldn't even be able to walk again judging by the damage that had been inflicted on his ankles. What else could the handler possibly want him to be.

As he was mulling this over he hadn't realised the doctor had briefly left and re-entered the room. However on his stomach, Andrei was no longer able to follow along with what the doctor was doing. After a few moments he felt a pressure at the base of his spine as the doctor started his last task. Whatever he was doing was clearly harder than the last three procedures, because it took almost half an hour before he seemed satisfied that his work was finished.

The doctor turned him around so he was laying on his side.

"Ok little one, this last addition might be a bit of a shock for you, but I want you to remain as calm as possible while you take it all in. Go ahead and look behind your back for me now please"

Trying to fight the waves of calm that the doctor had unwillingly subjected him to, Andrei finally got a chance to see what had been done to him. He was filled with horror as he looked behind him and found a tail extending out of the bottom of his spine. It twitched as he realised that this is what the doctor had meant by his new role and he understood the purpose of all the modifications he'd just endured. He wasn't just going to become a wealthy man's sex toy, he was going to be kept as the sick fuck's pet. With this realisation he promptly passed out, mind no longer able to hold him to consciousness as he understood for the first time what his life was about to become.