Junkrat smut

Junkenstein (male)

Bondage, Toy play (cock ring, collar), Milking kink

It wasn't your fault, since you didn't know about it. Or at least didn't know much about anything anyways. Locked in a cage to be tested and messed with. The scientists promised you a better life when you knocked on his door for food. He did give you a room to stay in and food to eat. Keeping his promise on a better life. But of course it came with a cost from him.

"Nothing is free, mate, ya have to pay up somehow. But no worries, it won't hurt!"

That was a lie. In some points. Giving you a serum of his own creation to test out. It was fine for the most part, boost in immunity, energy, metabolism. And making you more hungry than a normal human. But then sudden it happened one night. Your insides started to hurt before you heard crushing bones and fur growing from under your skin.

That was the last thing you remember before finding yourself locked up in a cage. Which brings you to the current night. Same cage, same transformation, different night. Low growls escaped from your throat as the metal mechanisms stood their grounds. Head locked and stuck in a hole opening and your hands and feet locked apart. Chains being used to keep certain parts of your body levitated just so it will be more of a struggle to escape. But something was different this night, there was this pooling heat in your stomach. An itch that just wouldn't go away. It was only clicking in your brain when your strained cock was locked in a metal ring. Your knot swollen just above it to keep it from going soft.

The cold air within the cellar was helping it a little with heat. But it was still driving you nuts and you wanted it to be finished and dealt with in someway. You found out rutting your hips and rubbing your legs together a bit helped relieve the heat. But it didn't get rid of it. It didn't get rid of your erected cock from dripping more pre on to the floor. A small puddle has formed from how long you have been trapped within the metal contraption. And how long you've been hard, throbbing against the metal ring

The scientists was scribbling in his journal within the corner of the room. The candle light flickering soft as the feather pen scratched on the page. The rattling noise you kept making from the metal cage was starting to get his attention. Placing a few more words down before placing the feather in the ink jar. Turning to look back at you with his glowing blue goggles on top of his head. His own blue eyes glowing with them, watching your struggle.

"Ya making a lot of noise over there, did you want something?" The scientist asked with a tilt of his head, stepping over with a slight limp with his peg leg. Standing in front of you, a scent came off of him. Heady with pine and dirt, like he just got done with a walk in the woods. But it made your blood boil even hotter. Couldn't help but try to reach out for him but it only made the cage rattle. A few drops of saliva escaping from your canine teeth to drop on to the floor.

"Looks like you're happy to see me, to have my attention." The scientist chuckled out while looking you over, pupils dilated for a second upon the sight of your cock.

"Very happy." The man chuckled out with a lick of his lips. Stepping closer just so he was a few inches away from you. Your eyes were fixed on him, blood shot and waited for him to make a move.

"Would you like some help?" The scientist asked, prosthetic hand reaching up to pat your head. The cold metal soothing for your warm fur. A low groan escaped your throat while leaning into it. But gave a nod as an answer.

"Words." The voice ordered strictly.
"Yes please." Your own voice low and wavered, strained from not being used in a long while.
"Good boy," Jamison cooed out, "Gives me time to collect some samples from you anyways." The Scientists mumbled out as he moved back to the table, grabbing a glass flask and a collar before returning. Placing the flask on the ground and clicking and locking the collar around your already locked in neck. He tightened it a few times just till there was enough room for you to breath easy. He tend to use it when you were acting out like this, basically treating you like a dog more than a werewolf. But this collar was different from the leather ones, since it was his own creation. Leather laced with metal and a box on one of the ends. It was an electric collar. You figured that out the hard way.