Doing it the Analogue Way
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“Look, I promise this is gonna work. This will be a far safer way to extract substrate.”
“You can just say ‘make me cum’, Faraday. We’ve done this for long enough, don’t beat around the bush.”
“Sure.”
“Still, this seems a bit… I dunno, airy-fairy. If you’re gonna hypnotise me, you might as well use one of those requisitioned mind-control devices you’ve got lying around.”
“I’d rather not take that risk. Going this route means we won’t run into a recursion scenario like last time. Besides… if we can do it for cheaper, why not?”
“Yeah, that pocketwatch looks like you found it in a dumpster.”
“It was my grandfather’s!”
“And that book… did you check that out from the library?”
“I’m supporting our public services, Static. I’m gonna have to zonk that sass outta you.”
“Good luck with that.”

The singlet-clad rabbit was starting to slouch in the office chair, his eyes following the old brass pocketwatch simply because it was something to focus his eyes on. His workout had been interrupted for a dumb parlour trick, so he wasn’t super inclined to take part. But the sooner they got this over with, the sooner he could get back to his routine.
“Could you sit up?” Faraday Fox sighed, sitting across from him. The orange fox, dressed in a tank top and sweatpants, had a dog-eared  paperback in his lap, and his free hand was leafing through the yellowing pages. “It’s gonna work better if you’ve got a straight spine.”
“Fine.” Static sat upright, crossing his arms. 
“Alright. We’re gonna start with a breathing exercise, and go from there.” Faraday’s icy blue eyes stared directly into Static’s. He was a little put-off by that, at least at first. But as Faraday’s voice turned just a little softer, a little deeper, he found it surprisingly easy to relax and use them as a focal point, long before the pocketwatch dangled just above his eyeline. Switching his point of focus to it was easy as could be. 
He wasn’t that susceptible to hypnosis, was he…?
The words continued, a steady gentle stream, and he noticed his head starting to loll, and his eyelids starting to flutter. His body sank into the chair, and just when he thought he couldn’t sink any further into it, a sharp snap near his ears made him drop deep into the dark centre of his mind.

In that pleasant dark haze, he could hear Faraday’s voice. He took for granted what a nice voice it was to listen to. He was having trouble understanding the words; he heard a sentence or phrase, and then it dropped into the abyss, immediately forgotten. He didn’t mind. He didn’t understand what was being said, but he was pretty sure his brain did.
The sense of calm and contentment was incredible. Being subjected to brainwashing in the past was a very different feeling - more like paralysis, like his mind was being constrained and bound. This, however, was light, and easy as breathing…
“Nngh!” he heard his throat squeeze and spasm at the same time as his cock did - he’d not even noticed his arousal until now, and even as it pumped out seed and pulsed pleasure through his body, it had already faded away.
He heard a noise. A familiar set of sounds, coming from Faraday’s voice.
He came again. He forgot again.
He opened his mouth, and something cool, sweet and energising poured down his throat.
The voice again.
He came again. He forgot again.

–

“And back up, wide awake…”
“Nnnhuh?” It took so long just for Static to open his eyes and take in the room around him again. His cock was still pressed between his singlet and his abs, rock-hard. But he couldn’t see any stains on them…
“What happened?” he asked. “How long was I out for…?”
“Forty-Eight minutes.” Faraday’s voice sounded hoarse. He was chugging from a large bottle of water, clearing his throat. “My voice is totally destroyed… but it worked!”
He gestured proudly to a set of five glass containers, almost all of them full to the brim with seed. They radiated and tingled with electric orgone energy.
“See?”
“Damn…” Static scoffed. “Really worked, huh…” he smacked his lips, tasting the familiar taste of a sports drink. “You kept me hydrated while I was under?”
“Yeah… I wanted to see just how productive you could be; this has been a marvellous- *cough* success!”
“Cool… cool.” Static nodded. His dick still hadn’t gone down yet. His feet pushed into the floor until he felt like they were nailed down, and only then was he able to shakily stand up. “So, what’s the plan now?”

“Well, I think you’ve earned a break.” Faraday said, picking up two of the containers. “This is more than enough for me to get back to work, see what I can power with this.”
“Lemme give you a hand with the others!” Static picked up the remaining three, stacked in his arms. “Where’re these going?”
“Let’s take them to cold storage. Come on-”
Static barely caught the next part. Just keeping himself from dropping the containers took all of his bandwidth as his knees buckled inwards and he painted the inside of his singlet with spurt after spurt of cum. 
As his vision stopped blurring, he saw Faraday was right in front of him, pushing his back against Static’s stack of jars.
“You okay? Static?”
“Y…yeah…” Static shook his head with a confused groan. “What was that? Something from the…”
“Don’t worry about it,” Faraday said quickly, though there was a very excited twinkle in his eye. “Co- Let’s go to the storage and you can clean yourself up.”
“Sounds good…” Static slurred. “Then I think I’m gonna need a drink.”
“Sure thing,” Faraday said. “There’s a few of my beers left in the communal fridge, you’re welcome to -”
Static gasped and came again, this time unable to stop the containers from plummeting and smashing on the ground.
“THE SAMPLES!!” Faraday screamed, jolting Static out of his cum-drunk stupor. 
“Oh, shit… sorry!” Static fell back from the hazardous mess of jizz and glass as the fox quickly put down his two jars. 
“No, no, don’t be, don’t be at all!” He didn’t seem that phased at all; in fact, Faraday’s expression was one of pure excitement and joy. I’ll handle this, you get yourself cleaned up.”
“You sure?” Static was wobbling; that second orgasm in the space of the minute had left him feeling like his head was made of jelly. “I’m happy to-”
“No no, I’m Completely-”

When Static came to, he was feeling the final spurts of a third orgasm, flat on his back and looking up at the bright, stark lights of the lab. Faraday was over him, panicked and confused. 
“You there?”
“Y…yeah?” Static said.
“Very fascinating, yes… far more productive than I could have ever dreamed!”
“Wha…?” 
“Never you mind. Cum.”
“Hhhaaaah!” With a shuddering groan, Static bucked his hips high into the air, blasting long ropes of cum over his head and onto the floor behind him. By the second spurt, he’d slipped into unconsciousness again, waking up in the same position as before.
“And how’re you feeling down there?” Faraday asked, furiously taking notes as he stared deep into Static’s eyes. Those icy blue irises… they made Static feel woozy and faint again. Or maybe it was the orgasm.
“I’m… what did you do… to me…?” Static’s eyes kept rolling upwards into his head every so often. He was chasing the sweet release of sleep, reaching out for it -
“I did as I said, Static! Cum.”
Static came again, his balls tightening and shrivelling, his dick painfully hard. Sleep eluded him as the orgasm made him stop dead in his tracks.
“Suh… stop…”
“Not yet, Static! Not when I can see just how far this can go, and how cumpletely you can commit to the conditioning after just one session - sorry, cumditioning~”
His words were fading in and out of Static’s consciousness. He wasn’t completely passing out, but each orgasm hit him like a truck, leaving him a helpless, writhing mess.
The only thing that kept him anchored in consciousness were the pale blue rings around the dark black holes in Faraday’s eyes. 
They reminded him of being deep in trance. His panic and anger was fading away, and he was feeling that familiar, pleasant sleepiness overtake him.

“All of these developments are quite welcome. You’re still as productive as ever, perhaps even more so.  The cumulative effects seem to be -”
“Nnnghahh..!” 
“That didn’t even quite sound like Cum! Fascinating”
“Fuh—Farahdaaaaay…!” 
“Yes, yes, of course, good thinking.” Faraday stepped away, leaving Static to writhe and squirm and fight for consciousness. Finally, a moment to breathe-

Faraday shoved another bottle of isotonic drink into Static’s mouth and squeezed it, pouring the sweet, energising juices down his throat. At the same time, something hard was wrapped around his cock, sealing it away. “Your suggestibility is only compounding-”
“Gllk-” Static almost choked on his drink as he came, hearing the slurping sound of his seed being sucked away by the contraption. 
“-With each repetition. I think we’ve come to a brand new day in our companionship…”
Static wanted to snap back at him, but couldn’t. The constant jackhammering of climaxes with each new command was becoming less and less effective at keeping him away from sleep. It was so close. He could touch it. He could sleep.
Everything faded to a smear. Except for Faraday’s eyes. He fell into the black holes.
They were the last thing Static perceived before his eyes went behind his eyelids, his head resting against the floor as he dreamed the deepest dreams he’d had in weeks.
Of course, Faraday was not finished with him. He was still able to produce, and the fox needed to make up for lost material.

–

Scribe, Record!
Oh, this is the best breakthrough I’ve had in so long…
Project Pendulum has proven to be successful. Too successful. Subject continues to have physiological effects and respond to command phrases without hesitation. Productivity appears to be about 8.5 percent lower than the output with the recursion machine, but… that’s well within acceptable parameters, factoring in the energy savings.
I probably chose a far too common word trigger phrase for the orgasms, though…
My next step is to deprogram him and change the trigger to something less likely to… accidentally activate. 
But then, where’s the fun in that? Maybe, potentially, I could make it so that he only comes when I call him… What do you think, Static? Does that sound like a comfortable arrangement for you?
Ah, my goodness, he is not slowing down at all. Poor thing needs consistent sustenance - hmm, consistent triggered it too, perhaps a bit too close to cum- ah, look, there it goes again.
Gracious. Perhaps this whole hypnosis thing isn’t pseudoscience after all…
Let’s look at the book again… 
A pah pah pah… 
Ah, drat it all, is that the alarm…?
Alright. I’ll have to do this later.
Scribe, Stop Recording.

–

“You’re certainly more full of energy than I thought you’d be!” Faraday’s glider was having trouble keeping up with Static’s electrically charged sprint.
“Yeah,” Static said. “That hypnosis stuff really works! I feel like I’ve slept for a week!”
“Fantastic!” Faraday said. “Hold onto that energy for later, will you?”

They approached the smoking hole in the side of the bank, arriving just in time to see the masked, gun-wielding thieves emerging from it with sacks of their spoils. They ran towards a waiting van. A few taps on Faraday’s wrist-computer were all it took to turn the rudimentary electronics in the engine inside out and make it sputter. 
“Ah, COME on-” one of them shouted.
Static cried out mid-stride. He bent forward and his momentum threw him head over heels, turning him into an electrified pinwheel that crashed right into the side of the van and sent it toppling over with a satisfyingly sharp crunch.
Faraday winced at the sight, sucking in sharply through his teeth.
“Right… re-programming him as soon as we get back.”

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