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https://archiveofourown.org/works/39006468warnings (more like delicious, delicious tags): male futa, electrocution, removal of prosthetic limbs, lil bit of piss cherry on top
the fic features legatus but refers to him in-text as fulgur ovid so i will too.
There’s actually a bunch of buildup and a pretty interesting setting, but the gist of it is: Fulgur failed a mission and can only operate at 30% capacity while waiting for spare parts, holed up in the slums. Alban gives him some spiked food that Fulgur feeds to his pet sheep, the sheep dies, Fulgur goes to find Alban to exact revenge but gets knocked out instead.
Fulgur wakes up from the pain of being tased and finds himself tied up in a chair in his underwear. Alban taunts him about his dead pet saying the food was meant of him, silly, of course, a sheep would die from that amount of poison. Fulgur realizes Alban has connected electrodes to his spine and panics, he tries to convince Alban to remove it. Alban says, “I enjoyed your slutty moans when I electrocuted you earlier, so no.”
At this point, Fulgur is scared shitless because he’s actually pretty afraid of pain, but pain is such a big part of his daily life he’s learned to find pleasure in it. Before turning on the switch, Alban calls him a little slut and reassures him they’ll start off on the lowest setting.
Fulgur feels the current course through his entire body, since his limbs are tied all he can do is jerk against his restraints and bite down on his screams, tears gathering in his reddened eyes. Alban is very pleased with Fulgur’s reaction so he increases the power until Fulgur can’t hold back his moans anymore, his stomach trembling and his chest heaving. Alban calls him a slut again and asks him why he sounds like someone’s fucking him.
Alban turns the switch off and waits for Fulgur to catch his breath before he turns it on again on the highest power setting. Fulgur screams while Alban laughs at him, keeps laughing even after he turns it off again. Fulgur is slumped over and groggy from the pain. Alban walks over, grabs a fistful of Fulgur’s hair and jerks his head up so their eyes meet. Fulgur finally realizes how fucked he actually is and starts spiralling, thinking, What’s going to happen now? I don’t know, I don’t know, will someone come save me, please, someone come save me.
Alban slides his hand over Fulgur’s cock in his underwear, then further south, and sinks a finger into Fulgur’s wet cunt through the fabric. He degrades Fulgur some more for being so wet.
Fulgur desperately tries to explain that they gave him a cunt because of the falling birth rate, not because he wanted it, he starts crying from the shame, he refuses to believe he just came and pissed himself a little at the same time.
Alban takes his finger out, removes the electrodes and lifts Fulgur off the chair he just ruined with his bodily fluids into a soothing embrace. Alban starts comforting him. Fulgur’s last shrivel of self-confidence finally shatters, he clings onto Alban and sobs as Alban carries him upstairs and lays him onto the bed.
Fulgur doesn’t reject him when Alban moves to kiss him. Alban inspects in between Fulgur’s legs, underneath his cock is a cunt without a clitoris or an urethra, something installed solely for the purpose of impregnation. Fulgur tries to cover it with his hands out of shame but Alban slowly coaxes him to accept it as part of him, he also starts calling Fulgur “my poor little mommy”. He complains that Fulgur’s prosthetics are hurting him, so Fulgur tells him he can remove them. By now, Fulgur’s been rendered completely docile, his brain is too foggy to understand that he won’t be able to put himself back together without his arms. But that’s okay, because this man seems to love him a lot, as long as he makes this man happy, things should be fine, right?
Alban removes his underwear to reveal his dark, veiny cock, such a contrast to his cute face, and Fulgur thinks he might get fucked to death by that thing. Alban slides into Fulgur’s cunt without much resistance while rubbing his cock, telling him once more he should learn to accept this part of him. Alban lifts Fulgur with ease now that he’s missing his limbs and starts fucking him in earnest. He teases Fulgur, saying he’s so wet he’s about to drown them both. Fulgur’s lost the ability to think, at this point, and can only mumble and moan about how he’s about to break, Alban’s going to fuck his body into pieces.
Alban comes inside Fulgur then wonders aloud if Fulgur will get pregnant from it. Fulgur, face full of tear tracks, smiles and says, “I don’t know, I don’t know anymore, who cares.”
