Dream Of Death A Cyberpunk Story
Written by: Russell Rottie

The united world has evolved into an age of bionics and artificial intelligence; a Pure biological body a rarity. Those who remained more than ninety percent pure biological are considered valuable commodity in the department replication accuracies. A rogue Pure, not satisfied with the accommodations provided by a corporation goes to the underground with a new drug; Death.
Nightowl sat on leather seats at the rear of a long limousine. It was a smooth ride, it always was, while the vehicle cruzed over the manmade void of towering skyscrapers. Packed together like a sardine can of monoliths; the buildings shielded the occupants to radiation and pollution. Much like Nightowl’s vehicle, which he owned, a rare luxury indeed. Modest in comparison to others, it was decorated and furnished in a way to replicate 20th century design. It was now the 50th and much about life had changed. But there were some that hadn’t and those little luxuries were enjoyed by most who were equipped to do so.
“Do you want me to recalibrate your anal sensors next?” Nightowl said.
The cheetah looked up at the hyena, Nightowl’s long, ebony shaft throbbed with arousal. It dribbled with synthetic saliva, gently warmed by the internal heaters to the perfect temperature. The hyena smiled and leaned forward as Gadget  sat back on his legs, his arousal prominent between his legs. Nighthowl reached for it and made his bodyguard purr from the touch, reveling in the sensation of pleasure. Gadget’s hips rolled into the offered palm and leaked a viscous fluid, just enough saline and flavorings to mirror actual pre-cum; no detail left untouched by the global corporations. 
“Yes,” Gadget hissed, “I could use a tune up.”
Nighthowl cracked a wide grin and peeled off his jacket. His pants had been discarded during the wondrous blow job and left him naked in front of Gadget. Blue, dots, glowed over the hyena’s body, symmetrically placed over his body. A net of sensors embedded into his skin all connected to a central computer at the base of his skull. The common and necessary augmentation for those who were Pure. It was the only way to gain an income, whether through the corporations or solo. Nighthowl turned around so that his muscled back faced Gadget, his tail swayed over his ass while he arched his back and swayed. 
“You’re, you’re so hot.” Gadget huffed while his programming ramped up his arousal. “I can stare at you like this all day long.”
“I’d let you too. But I have an engagement to be prepare--mmm yes.” Nighthowl was interrupted when he felt a hot tongue lash against his pucker. 
The cheetah’s fingers wrapped around the base of his tail and tugged it out of the way of his cleft. That tongue tickled his pink pucker, tracing and exploring the pack of natural nerves. The sensors around Nightowl’s midsection glowed brighter as the recordings of his bodies reactions were shared with Gadget’s programming. Gadget growled with the information loaded, both hands slapped the hyena’s rump. They lingered and kneaded his ass before they tugged each cheek aside. That slippery, slick, tongue drove forward and pierced the ring of muscles as deep as it could reach. Nighthowl groaned and pushed back against Gadget’s palms and face while he felt his smooth, hot, walls, tickled with each wiggle and stroke. When the tongue vanished, Nightowl moaned and let his forehead rest on the leather cushion. 
His breaths mirrored Gadget’s while his heart began to beat with anticipation; each reaction captured and broadcasted to the cheetah’s CPU. What Gadget would do with it to his core background processes was up to him, but it was clear the cheetah liked what he felt and was eager to climb onto Nightowl’s back. His humps ground his cock between those cheeks and further slicked them with fluid that flowed from his cock. Nightowl moaned and ground back against the grinds and shuddered as he felt the tip slip past his pucker. The cheetah remained still as the tip of his cock was further pushed deeper into the hyena’s tunnel. Nightowl pushed and ground back biting his lips in pleasure as that thickness sunk deeper into him. He didn’t stop until he felt the cup of the cheetah’s groin against his cheeks. 
“Fuck yeah, nice and deep. Go ahead, I’m ready to help you calibrate.” the hyena said with a huffed moan.
Gadget moaned and sat up, his hands landed on Nightowl’s shoulders. The larger, masculine, form beneath his lithe body was all the visual stimuli he needed to begin to draw his hips back. All of the hyena’s sensors glowed with life as the data was collected and transported. The extra, artificial, stimuli spurred Gadget forward and began to thrust into the hyena with a firmness. The dull thud of their hips rocked the hyena’s body while muscles jiggled like ripples of muscles. Nightowl bit into the upholstered surface to stifle his consistent moans of pleasure while he was bred for science. 
“You’re so hot.” Gadget said as his hips angled himself to drive into the hyena’s prostate, “the way you squeeze and milk me. It feels so natural, so unique, unpredictable. Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
Nightowl gasped and groaned as he felt his body forced to arch up toward the cheetah. He felt lustful, hot, breath roll against his neck before sharp teeth bit at him. A clump of his flesh and fur captured between the cheetah’s jaws. The hyena felt the cheetah pull and tug at his captured flesh, the pain and pleasure of it also recorded. His head tilted up, mouth open while hot breaths frothed his spit at the corners of his black lips. Blue eyes closed tight as those hips drove forward harder and harder. His ebony thickness slapped his belly, smearing natural pre-cum into his fur. Lines of stray strands painted the tan, leather, cushions in glossy, viscous, fluid and filled the limo’s air with musk. 
The hyena grunted and shook within the cheetah’s clutches as a thrust hit all the right areas. That clear fluid suddenly turned murky as a thick dollop of seed dribbled from the tip. The beginning of an orgasm that took his breath away rolled through his body. The only sounds were the hard thumps to his backside and the slap of his cum against the leather cushions. Splash, splash, ropes of his antiquated, reproductive, seed spilled from his bottle in hot spurts of pleasure. The cheetah’s fangs dug into his flesh and nearly pierced through him as the orgasm was broadcasted through the air and into his core. Gadget grunted and mewled into his makeshift gag, hips shoved forward and forced Nightowl’s body to collapse against his puddle of mess. The synthetic cock began to throb before floods of heat began to flow and fill the hyena. Nightowl smiled in afterglow as he felt the cheetah’s release, synthetic against organic, there was little difference as that heat spread through the pit of his stomach. 
“Fuck Gadget, I was saving that for the session.” Nightowl half protested. 
The hyena shivered when he felt his skin released from the cheetah’s grasp. He felt that tongue lick the area and made his fur ruffle in response. The cheetah’s brow raised at that reaction unsure what he felt; goosebumps. He noted the reaction and saved it for himself, the way the fur raised in response to subtle, ticklish, sensation. 
“I couldn’t help myself. I needed, to feel everything. I, damn you’re just so hot when you take cock.” Gadget said.
Nightowl grinned and pushed his hips back to grind that firm but deflating shaft a few teases. He felt Gadget’s sensitivity response and wagged his tail, it took time to help him understand refractory periods; a session he did not look forward to introducing to others. Gingerly, the cheetah slid free of Nightowl and flopped his naked ass onto the cushion that remained unsoiled by cum. The hyena smiled and looked at his bodyguard, pleased by how far he had come since the first time he met him. 
The robotic, logical, and formulaic nature of his mind nearly completely removed and personality developed on its own. Nightowl began to dress himself not minding the near constant leak of Gadget’s cum from his ass. It would serve its purpose during the session well, he found it was nearly always better to arrive pre-lubed. Tight, leather, pants squeezed his sheath and added a pronounced bulge to the crotch. Next his jacket was pulled onto his body and zipped up to conceal some of the sensors that covered his body. 
“I didn’t tire you out did I?” Nightowl asked with a grin, “it isn’t the worse side of town, but I need ya alert.”
“Mmm, you needn’t worry about me. I’ve become very efficient with my power consumption during our sessions.” Gadget said. “I, I am just enjoying what you taught me; afterglow.”
The hyena’s ears perked at this and smiled before he moved to the cheetah to sit on his lap. The cheetah grunted in surprise not sure how to respond to the action. When the hyena guided his hands to wrap around his chest he knew then what was appropriate. He recognized the hyena’s body language and hugged the hyena close before their lips met in a deep kiss. But it felt different to Gadget. There was a new feeling that began to tickle the tip of his tongue but he could not pinpoint what exactly it was. Their tongue danced and touched each other before their teeth met and clattered between their snouts. 
When Nightowl pulled away he studied Gadget’s face; a blush response triggered while his tawny cheeks darkened. It made the hyena smile wide and give his bodyguard’s nose a lick. 
“You’re adorable when you’re learning.” Nightowl said. 
“I don’t know what I just felt, but I know I want to feel it again.” Gadget said.
“You will, in time my friend. Now get dressed, we are about to arrive.”

The buildings within the monolithic structure they had entered mirrored that of the city streets of yesteryear. 20th century merged with future technology seamlessly as they walked through it. It was a familiar surrounding that felt comfortable and familiar for Nightowl. It was a near 1:1 replication of New York, the only acception to it were the people. Various augmentations, some practical while others were purely aesthetic, walked the streets and chattered. Gadget did not share the same ease as the hyena, the area wa considered the slums of the world. The glitz was a thinly veiled mask for the underground activities that took place. It didn’t quite sink in that what the hyena did made him part of that very underground. 
The pair entered into a narrow alleyway and moved toward stairs that led beneath a building. Gadget led the way before he pounded on a metal door. There was a moment of pause before it opened and allowed them to pass through. Into the darkened hallway they moved while the door closed behind them. They rounded a corner and passed by a tiger whose head looked up at the duo. The orange glow of his eyes narrowed to a point as they focused on Nightowl and Gadget. 
A smooth curl rounded his lips, “well if it isn’t the star of the evening.”
Nightowl smiled and waved, “evening Julius.” The hyena walked over to the tiger. “I take it, we are all set up?”
“Of course, of course, money should be in your account by now,” Julius chuckled and set the machinery he was working on down. “You know, you won’t have to pay rent for the room if you just allow me into the session.”
Nightowl grinned and flicked his ear, “you know I would let you. But it is too soon since you’ve last sat in on the session. I don’t want you to get hooked on my services.” The hyena set his hand on the tiger’s broad shoulder, “I like you too much to subject you to that.”
“Yeah, yeah, I’ve heard it before. But it is well worth an attempt.” Julius flashed his fangs while he grinned. “They are waiting for ya round back, usual spot.” The tiger turned his attention back to his project before his ears perked, “oh yeah, help yourself to some coffee too. Got my hands on some primo, hydro, stuff.”
“Oh yeah? How much did that cost ya?” Nightowl asked passively.
The tiger chortled, “gotta keep some secrets.”
“Fair enough Julius. I’ll see you in a couple hours.” Gadget and Nightowl began to walk deeper into the basement before they paused. “Oh and Julius, make sure you aren’t wrist deep in a surgery when I come back. I need to calibrate ya again.”
Julius rumbled, “I can’t make promises but will do my best.”
The room was full of chatter of various peoples, some solo, while others were in small clumps. Though not a uniform conglomeration of socialization they were united by one common goal; to die. Or rather to experience an event that had been far removed from their highly augmented selves. A fruit rarely tasted at an organic level, morbid curiosity and thrill seekers, they waited for Nightowl with patience. As soon as he stepped into the room the chatter halted and all eyes were on him. They parted like the Red Sea as he walked to the middle of the room, to the familiar device at the center. The hyena eyed the chair, the straps, the oxygen tanks and control unit. A renewed excitement pulsed through his body knowing this instrument could potentially end his existence.
Nightowl looked around the room and smiled at the variety of faces that looked upon his body. Some looked rough while others appeared to be curious folks who had enough money to pay for the session. Heck, Nightowl recognized some of them as higher ups of the notorious tech gang Blood and Gears. But their backgrounds did not matter to him in that moment as he nodded his head at Gadget. The cheetah locked the door and then moved to the control console, he pulled out a secondary laptop and set it next to the main control panel. The cheetah reached for his wrist and pulled out a braided computer cord and plugged it into the computer. The screen flashed several times while software loaded. Gadget looked at Nightowl and nodded his head which made the hyena clap his hands together. 
“I apologize for my tardiness gentleman. Gadget has deployed an impenetrable net, anything done or said here will be restricted to just us.” Nightowl scanned the crowd again for disagreement, “outside communication will be disabled until the conclusion of this ritual. If you have any objections, please voice them now.” Nightowl paused while he paid particular, close, attention to he gang members. They noticed and nodded in agreement, “with that settled. Those skeptical of my legitimacy of being a pure, I invite you to step forward and remove my clothing to inspect my sensors.”
An ox stepped forward, his body dwarfed the hyena’s. His boots thumped against the ground while he approached and caused stifled, mumbled, conversation to bloom. Nightowl looked up at the broad chested man while mechanical eyes studied his body. He could tell by the blue glint of multi-coated lenses just behind synthetic irises that the ox was able to see through clothing, flesh, and bone. He snorted and reached forward and began to unzip Nightowl’s jacket before taking it off his body. Brown, spotted, fur exposed and bare to the room while blue sensors glowed with random pulses. While the ox worked on his pants Nightowl continued to speak.
“At this time please turn on your receptors and tune them to Alpha Zed 1389, access code 34 D E A T H.” Nightowl helped the ox remove his pants by stepping back and away. Knelt down he could smell that artificial scent of seed. “Now to test connectivity please confirm that you feel--oh god whatever this man is doing.”
The room chuckled while the ox had smoothly moved behind him. On his knees his hands had spread the hyena’s butt cheeks and had begun to dig his tongue into that sloppy ass. Nightowl didn’t object, any participant in the room was allowed to do as they wished with his body. The others began to receive the sensations, all men, gay or bisexual, it didn’t appear they minded the ox’s strong tongue while it spread the hyena’s stretched ass. Nightowl’s shaft began to appear from the tip of his sheath. It stood out darkly against his fur, not a hint of shame on his face while he pushed back against the ox’s tongue. It was clear the others were starting to show signs of arousal; pants bulged while the bolder openly adjusted and stroked themselves through their clothing.
“How does it check out?” Nightowl asked the anonymous ox.
The ox pulled himself away from the hyena’s ass before he chuckled and stood, “you’re a pure alright. What I want to know is how do I get his job?” The ox pointed toward Gadget with a wide grin. 
Gadget of course cleared his throat and blushed while he was ousted. Nightowl laughed and pat the ox’s shoulder while he walked away to join the others.
“We are always accepting applications.” Nightowl walked over to the chair and turned to sit back into it. Gadget began to strap his body into it while he continued, “assuming everyone is thoroughly convinced. We’ll move on to today’s demonstration. What I will be sharing with you all is an experience that has long since been stripped away from your former selves. Death and the mechanism of dying are an intense experience that only a pure can experience accurately. Tonight I will be sharing the experience of asphyxiation with you all. Gadget will monitor my body and will take me to an acceptable level of near death before a secondary program will fill in the rest up to death.” Nightowl paused while Gadget brought the full mask to his face. The hyena lifted his head away to allow Gadget to secure it properly. 
“I will warn you,” Night owl’s voice came through speakers connected to the mask, “the induction of hypoxia does cause a euphoric response in my body. It is important for me to say this that historically death by these means do not always result in arousal.” He paused and looked over their faces, “but judging by my crowd, I don’t believe I’ll have any objections to such pleasures?”
Gadget hooked up a few hoses to the mask, Nightowl’s breaths captured and shuffled away while the machine regulated the percentage of oxygen and nitrogen. The hyena was quite as he tried to relax his heart rate slightly while Gadget took over. He began to adjust a few more settings on the control panel before turning his attention to the crowd. 
“At this point in time if there are no objections we will begin. Please do be warned, if the sensations are too intense please refrain from exiting the room. A fail safe has been embedded in the Net that may cause permanent amnesia. This is the same regulation we subject Nightowl to in order to erase any memories of these sessions to provide a raw and new experience each time.” Gadget pushed a button on the control panel and stepped up beside Nightowl’s restrained body. 
The cheetah placed a paw on the hyena’s head while the machine began to slowly lower the percentage of oxygen and replace it with carbon dioxide. Nightowl breaths came at a slow and even pace for the first few minutes. The group watched with anticipation in their eyes as he heard the hyena grunt and groan. They felt the realization that the air was growing stale within his mask. His chest rose and fell more pronounced as his body responded by trying to fill those lungs with more and more air. Those blue sensors fired rapidly and recorded every impulse sent from his brain. Every reaction of his muscles and orgasms broadcasted to the crowd and recorded. Many of the mechanical men had no lungs, yet their brains could process the slight burn in the hyena’s chest as hypercapnic alarm began. 
Nightowl growled loudly and gasped before his body shook in the chair. His breaths were no longer controlled and rhythmic as the oxygen continued to be artificially replaced. Gadget stroked and tried to comfort the hyena with gentle pets while suffocation began. Nightowl’s breaths and growls were audible in the speaker systems, head whipped side to side to dislodge the mask. The hyena’s feet flexed and stretched while toes curled as they fought against the straps that held his ankles. Each ripple and flex of his muscles while he struggled easy to see visibly and also felt through the wireless link. Gadget looked at the crowd as he began to hear grunts and responses similar to Nightowl. 
The hyena’s cock began to grow between his restrained legs despite his obvious protests of suffocation. His struggles became frantic, the noise filled the small room as metal clank and strained. The ebony length throbbed on its own, the tip bubbled with a clear emission of semen. The roll of euphoria of orgasm racked the hyena’s brain mid struggle even though his body did not ejaculate like normal. It was more of disjointed throbs and long dribbles of seed that quickly pooled on his tightened stomach. Gadget could see several others shudder at the reaction, the air tainted with the scent of synthetic arousal and seed. 
The cheetah knew what they were experiencing along with Nightowl. He knew how powerful that ejactulation was, better than any sex due to the dangerous induction of asphyxiation. Nightowl’s body suddenly relaxed and began to twitch while his lungs continued their quick and short hyperventilation. Eyes closed and cheeks darkened into a blue color as he continued to asphyxiate in his unconscious state. Gadget waited a few moments before he switched Nightowl’s link to that of the death sequence he had pre-recorded. He confirmed the link while the room went deadly silent the next twenty or so minutes would be spent like that. He restored the oxygen in excess to Nightowl, chest inflating with oxygen rich air. 
Gadget could see the hyena’s heart rate while he monitored for any internal damage, he always hated that Nightowl chose carbon dioxide instead of inert gases. But he understood why he chose to do so, the sensation of asphyxiation was a key part to keep these contemporary thrill and pleasure seekers coming. A business move to be more direct. The cheetah looked down at the recovering hyena after he discerned there were no irreversible damages. Although the mask remained on his face he remembered when he had found Nightowl in a similar state. The hyena’s heart had stopped, an intentional programming of the hyena’s doing. It would appear that night death was more comfortable of a notion than going back to the factory to be subjected to menial tasks.
Luckily Gadget had captured the hyena’s final moments; those moments now being re-lived by people who paid a high price for it. Nightowl remained knocked out as Gadget brought a secondary chord from his wrist and plugged it into a port behind the hyena’s ear. 
“Execute, command Forget the Dark.” Gadget thought and commanded his internal computer. 
The cheetah watched while the hyena’s eyes twitched, memories of the sensation of asphyxiation erased completely. Nightowl’s eyes opened and looked up at Gadget with relief before he attempted to sit up. However, the bondage kept him pinned in place until Gadget released them. The hyena reached behind his head and removed the mask breathing in the stink of the room. He set it aside before he reached up to unplug Gadget’s connection from his implant.
“I take it, they are still running through the program?”
“Uh huh, they got about 15 minutes left.” Gadget said and noticed the hyena curl his legs to his chest. “What is wrong?”
“Just watching them as the live my darkest moment, I just never get used to it you know?”
“Hey, don’t you worry about that Jax. That is all behind you now, heck they don’t even know it is your recording.” Gadget set his hand on the hyena’s shoulders. 
Those rounded ears flicked as he heard his actual name a small smile on his face, “you want to know the fucked up part? There is a part of me, a part of me that wants to know what it was like.”
“Hmm, you won’t though.” Gadget said with a hint of annoyance. 
“No no, I know I won’t. Man curiosity is a powerful addiction!” Nightowl said before he swiveled on the chair and faced Gadget. “You got a self terminating command timer on that thing?” Gadget nodded, “good. Lets bounce, we got a date with Julius, plus I bet you are excited to test out those recalibrated, anal, sensors, hmm?”
Gadget blushed and furrowed his lips at the sudden shift of attitude. “I can’t fool you.”
The cheetah finally smiled as the hyena collected his clothing and put them on. The cheetah however stepped up to him and forced the hyena to turn and face him. Before Nightowl knew what had happened he felt the cheetah’s lips against his own. It was a passionate kiss, one that could not be programmed, but was thoroughly enjoyed by both. Their lips parted, tongues cleared their lips of each other’s saliva. 
“You’ve come a long way Gadget, I knew deep down inside you were more than just a sex toy.” Nightowl said.
Gadget grinned and spanked Nightowl’s ass, “yet here we go to do a booty call.”
“Is that a complaint?”
“Not in the slightest.” Gadget said.