CW: gay kink fiction
You looked at him in disbelief. What did he want from you?! Why?! "You consented as well to Mr Stavinsky moulding you into a decent, capable member of society. Do you think he wouldn’t use your cunt for that?" Gently but firmly, he pushed you forward over a table so that you had to stick your arse out towards him. "Don't worry," he said, "the brain implant will make it easy for you to relax." And he dripped some lubricant onto the dildo.
The cool, moist plastic gave you a slightly burning sensation on your rosebud as he pressed it against it. You knew you didn't stand a chance, but you didn't want to give in either. So you clenched your buttocks as you felt the implant's signals slowly running down your spine. It only took a moment before you noticed the deep, calm feeling that signalled your body to relax. Slowly, bit by bit, the dildo slid into your arsehole.