Needling at the neck

"Determined words… Using fierceness to cover over fear. False confidence to blot out deep-seated insecurities. But he's right… No matter how many times you try to rinse clean one like this, and try again… they seem to fall back on this complete rejection of their own inner desires. The Algorithm continues to work perfectly… but the dolls it's playing with are sometimes just gleefully defective. I watched it play out time and time again in the facility I'd been sent to manage."

There was a small sliver let slip… of just where this ambitious man had come from. Madame Stanfield's mind grasped on to it like a steel trap. Running through all the connotations for any sign of weakness. Running a Home specifically for juvenile delinquents… that was precisely the sort of role given to a son of great wealth, exiled in disgrace. A punishment that kept them out of sight and success, working on the impossible task that Mr Carter and his unwilling assistant were now displaying. Yet, here he now was… claiming to have conquered the impossible.

"But… given enough time… our species always finds a new way to evolve, does it not? Mechanically or organically, we always find the next step forward."

With a small flourish, the man revealed what he had been handed by his overshadowing beauty… and proceeded to quickly fasten it around the Drop-out's neck. It was a collar, clearly designed to look near identical to the ones the students of this academy wore. The angry teen immediately reached up to try and yank the thing free, except Mr Carter had already flicked a little switch on the side. The young man’s arms faltered only halfway to his neck… and then slowly began to droop back down.

"A fast-acting anaesthetic, delivered through several small needles in the rim…" Explained the leader of this presentation, clambering back up to his full height. "It is important the mind be blank, for this next step."

He had flicked up the holographic screen from his wristwatch and was configuring something on the display there. Three small lights appeared on the slumped boy's new collar, sliding back and forth in the well-known manner of wireless technology searching for a signal. The man then looked directly toward his barely-dressed fiance-to-be, drawing everyone else's attention that way as well. Only to notice that she was currently wearing two collars, one of which was also starting to light up.

The rhythm of those two blinking indicators aligned themselves for a long moment, clearly communicating in some unseen digital language. Transferring some large chunk of data along invisible channels between the unkempt street urchin and well-trained human plaything. There was a slight shudder, but nothing more, from the comatose boy… before his eyes opened and back straightened, kneeling back up in the grip of his supporting giantesses.

He looked around puzzled, for a moment… as if unsure quite where he was. No fury or bile came to his lips this time, no urge to fight against those still holding him tightly. Glancing up, he realised that Derrick Carter had unzipped his fly… and offered a half-swollen slab of man-meat not inches from his face.

Without a second thought… the Drop-out leaned forward and took that penis between his lips. Attending to it as eagerly and diligently as any of those studying in their classes down below.