He should be my toy.

"Why does your mouth get to have all the fun? I think that's unfair to the rest of you. Especially..." You rip open his shirt and attempt to undo his pants. His squirming is making this difficult but that's okay. "Please hold still. You know rebelling just makes this worse for the both of us," you whisper into his ear. It's pathetic. You're finally close enough for him to fight back yet he can't even close his gums around your neck.

"Die!" He grunts, the word barely recognizable with his new condition.

"Shh... It's alright. This won't hurt at all." You type into your remote and push the button. Instantly, his clothes disappear leaving him naked and humiliated. The ropes rubbing directly against his skin discourages him slightly from escape. It was painful enough with a layer of clothes in between. "Now comes the fun part. I was thinking," You chuckle, eye level with him now. "I don't think you deserve to have a normal life anymore. It's not like I'm gonna let you free any time soon. I think you'd be better off as my toy." At that, he begins wailing like a wounded animal, no longer afraid of the pain caused by struggling. "How does this sound? If you're good, I can let you have a little bit of freedom. But if you're bad..." You laugh. "Well, don't try and find out."

With another input, you mold his body into the perfect toy. He won't need to eat or drink anymore, you got rid of his stomach. He can't relieve himself either. Nearly everything that makes someone human has been removed, replaced with more functional parts. Organs are unnecessary. Inside, he's practically a tube from mouth to anus. The inside warm and pulsing. His cock and balls are mostly unchanged, though you've given yourself full control of when it can cum. You let him keep his sense of touch but everything else can be turned on or off. He is now perfect... Right?