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Felix The Perfect Toy

Felix was the hottest jock in my school. Everyone knew who he was and everyone wanted to be his friend.

And I was no different; I was obsessed with his good-looking face, his fit athletic body, and his loud yet charismatic personality, and he had this casual, effortless way of carrying himself like he didn’t even realize how perfect he was.

But it’s not just the looks. Felix is different. While the other popular guys are absolute douchebags, Felix is kind, even to people like me. He could have anyone he wanted—everyone wants to be around him—but he never treats anyone like they’re beneath him. That’s what makes him even more attractive: he’s not just the best-looking guy in school, he’s actually good. It’s maddening how perfect he is.

I dreamed of having him all for myself, but I could barely approach him without having a full-blown panic attack. I knew someone like him would never pay attention to someone like me.

He was the captain of the school's swim team which gave him a fit athletic body to fantasize and drool all about.

Every time I watched him swimming, my mind would wander, fantasizing about licking the water on his body, tasting his hairy armpits, or finally seeing what he hides under those speedos. Unfortunately, that was all he was to me; a fantasy.

When my parents died when I was twelve, I moved in with my very wealthy grandfather. At first, he seemed like a frightening and enigmatic figure—an imposing man of few words, as people would say. But as the years passed, I gradually grew accustomed to his unique personality.

I never knew what he worked for, how he became so rich, or why he was always traveling, which consequently would leave the mansion all to myself. It was lonely, I will admit, I had no one else to share that beautiful mansion with.

One day we were having breakfast together. He was wearing a black robe, flipping through the newspaper with his usual silence, rarely acknowledging me. I sat across from him, stirring my coffee absentmindedly, my mind wandering back to Felix, as it often did.

"You seem distracted," my grandfather said without looking up.

I froze, unsure how to respond. I never talked about my feelings, especially not around him. He didn’t seem like the kind of person who cared about teenage crushes.

"Just... thinking about school," I muttered.

He lowered the paper slowly, folding it neatly before setting it aside. His cold gaze fixed on me, making me shift uncomfortably in my seat. “You’re not a very good liar, boy. What’s on your mind?"

“It’s… this guy,” I finally admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. I could feel my face heating up.

He already knew I was gay, so that wasn't a surprise to him.

“A guy?” he repeated, almost as if testing the word. "Go on."

"Yeah, a guy from school," I said, avoiding eye contact with him, “Felix. He’s... I don’t know, he’s just... perfect. And completely out of my league.”

My grandfather remained silent, his eyes never leaving mine. I couldn’t tell if he was judging me or just waiting for me to keep going.

“I mean,” I continued, unable to stop myself now that I’d started, “he’s popular, everyone loves him. He’s the captain of the swim team, and… well, I like him. A lot. But there’s no way he’d ever notice me. I’m... no one compared to him.”

For a long moment, my grandfather just watched me, his expression unreadable. Then, he gave a small, almost imperceptible nod.

“I see,” he said slowly. “So you have feelings for this... Felix. You wish you could have him?"

I nodded, feeling embarrassed for even admitting it. "Yeah. But like I said, he’s way out of my league.”

There was a strange look in my grandfather’s eyes, a glint of something I couldn’t quite place. He stood up from the table, smoothing his robe as he moved toward the door.

“Enjoy your breakfast,” he said cryptically before disappearing into the hallway.

I didn’t think much of it at the time. I thought maybe he was just being his usual mysterious self.

A week later, it was my 18th birthday, but it could as well be any other day since I had no one to spend my birthday with, not even my grandfather, as he was still traveling.

That day at school, I noticed Felix had missed all his classes. That was odd since he had swimming practice that day. I was sad because I was eager to watch him getting all wet in the pool that day; it would be my birthday gift.

Later that day I came back home from school. The house was eerily quiet, as it often was.

When I opened the door to my room, the sight stopped me dead in my tracks. There, in the middle of my room, was a large and long box. Confused, I approached it cautiously, there was a red present lace on top of the box, I pulled it off and slowly opened the box, and inside I saw... I let out a scream and fell to the floor.

My breath caught in my throat.

Felix?

He was motionless with his eyes open, while he was wearing a white tank top and black shorts. He looked perfect, too perfect—like a doll.

I backed away, my heart thudding in my chest. "W-what the hell...?"

This couldn't be Felix; it must be an identical replica of his body, I thought. There was only one way to find out. I slowly approached him and ran my hand on his face, and I felt his soft and warm skin. It was really him, but somehow... different. His eyes were empty, and his body was unnaturally stiff. I gently placed my hand on his chest and felt a heartbeat. It was very slow... actually, too slow for a person—one beat for every five seconds—but at least he had a heartbeat.

A low chuckle came from the doorway. I turned and saw my grandfather standing there with a grin on his face. He stepped inside the room, his cold eyes drifting between me and Felix.

"I see you’ve found your gift."

I swallowed hard, "What... what did you do to him?"

"Consider it your birthday present," he said, "I couldn't let my grandson put himself down over a dumb boy, now you have him."

I stared at him, speechless.

"You don’t have to be alone anymore. He will keep you company when I'm out traveling. He’s yours now, exactly how you wanted."

"But... he’s not... he’s not real, he can't be real!" I stammered.

My grandfather smiled. "Oh, he’s real. But let’s just say I’ve made some... modifications to his brain." He stepped closer, looking down at Felix with a clinical detachment. "You can do whatever you like with him. He won’t resist. He was programmed for obedience only. He sees himself now as a toy, and you as his ultimate owner. Isn’t that what you wanted?"

*Programmed for obedience?* The thought of it sent a shiver down my spine, but not in a bad way.

I glanced up at my grandfather, and for once, I didn’t feel like I had to hide my feelings. “You... did this for me?” My voice cracked. I could barely believe what I was seeing. Felix—*my* Felix—was lying right in front of me, his perfect body ready and waiting.

My grandfather nodded, his expression still cold, but there was something else in his eyes—satisfaction.

"Of course, the way you spoke about him, I know what it means to desire something so deeply, you feel powerless. So I decided to remove that powerlessness for you."

“I don’t know what to say,” I whispered, my eyes never leaving Felix’s perfectly still body inside the box, “I’ve... I’ve wanted this for so long, but I never thought...”

My grandfather chuckled, “No need for words, boy. Just enjoy your present, he’s been prepared for you.”

I stepped closer to the box, Felix's features were serene while he stared at nothing. He wasn’t just a fantasy anymore—he was real, and he was mine.

I reached out, my hand trembling as my fingertips brushed against his handsome face. Warm. Awake. And yet completely not.

“He won’t... fight me?” I asked, almost breathless.

“No,” my grandfather replied. “He’ll do exactly as you say. He’s been modified to please you, to follow your every command.”

I turned to my grandfather and smiled. “Thank you,” I said.

My grandfather gave a small nod. "I knew you'd understand. You're my blood, after all. Just remember to never let him out of the house. He's still missing as far as everyone knows. You're 18, so he's your responsibility now."

I looked down at Felix again, feeling a sense of ownership, of power, that I had never felt before. My fantasies were no longer just in my head—they were right here, ready to be made real.

As my grandfather turned to leave the room, he paused at the door, giving me one last glance over his shoulder. “Oh, and there's a manual in the box, enjoy your present."

Once he was out of my room, I locked the door for privacy. Then I picked Felix up from the box. His body was heavy, as expected, but after some hard effort, I managed to drag him to my bed.

Just for fun, I posed his right arm, making him flex.

He looked so serene, so peaceful like he was asleep. But his eyes, those beautiful eyes that I had dreamt about, stared into nothingness. They were the only indication that something was wrong—or right—with him.

I couldn't hold any more second and started to undress him, first taking off his white tank top, then I pulled down his shorts. I was surprised to see he was wearing his swimming speedos.

He probably was abducted after his swimming practice. His body was even more amazing from closer, and to think that for so long, I just watched him from afar...

The realization of having Felix lying on my bed made me start leaking.

I lifted both his arms into a flexing pose.

A smile crept onto my face as I buried my face into his armpits and took a deep sniff, but I was disappointed; he didn't smell like I was expecting to. I wanted to smell his sweaty, musky armpits, but instead, he smelled faintly like a factory or a lab.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. I had to figure out how to make him more 'alive'; I needed him to produce the sweat I was so looking forward to sniffing and lick. I wanted him to act more like the real Felix.

That's when I remembered about the manual my grandfather talked about, the instructions were surprisingly detailed. It was like a manual for a very expensive, very human-like sex doll. But this wasn't a doll; this was Felix. After searching for a while, I found a section titled "Activation and Customization."

"To activate your toy, you must press a button installed in your toy's nape. This will initiate the awakening process," the instructions said. I quickly started searching Felix's stiff neck for the button, finally, my fingertips found a small, unnoticeable button hidden under his skin at the base of his neck.

I took a deep breath and pressed it. Nothing happened at first until his eyes fluttered and started to roll in circles as if it was imitating a loading icon.

Suddenly, Felix's body jerked to life. He looked around the room with a vacant expression, his pupils dilating as he took in his surroundings. I watched, frozen, as he sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed.

"H-Hello, Felix," I managed to say, my voice quivering.

He stared at me, his gaze unflinching and his movements mechanical. "Hello, Master," he responded in a monotone voice. "I'm your toy, Felix. How may I serve you?"

"Ummm, can you... Can you act more like the old... umm, real Felix?"

I watched as his eyes started to swirl again; he then looked at me—the same look that I had seen countless times at school when he was about to tease someone or when he was flirting with the girls. "I'm sorry for acting weird, dude," he chuckled, his voice sounding so much more natural, he then smirked and looked around my room. "That's a nice room you have, did you win the lottery or something?" He joked.

"Well, kinda... ummm... but you are definitely my best prize so far," I said, It was funny how I was still nervous about talking with him, even though I knew he was my brainless toy now. "So, how do you feel?"

Felix rubbed his head and chuckled. "I feel fine, man. A little stiff, but I guess that's to be expected after being in a box all day." He looked down at his body, then looked at me with an eyebrow raised, "But, dude, what the fuck? Why am I in only my speedos?"

I blushed and stumbled over my words. "Well, you know, you don't have to wear clothes around me, you're my toy now."

Felix relaxed, "You're right, I don't have to wear clothes around you." With that, he stood up and pulled down his speedos, revealing his big soft cock. I gasped at the sight.

"W-what are you doing?" I stuttered, my eyes glued to his cock.

"You said I don't have to wear clothes around you, speedos are technically clothes, aren't they?" He said with a cheeky smile.

I nodded. "Yeah, I guess so."

He walked over to me, his cock swinging gently with every step. He was so close that I could feel his warm breath on my face. "So, what do you want to do with me, dude? I'm your toy, and as a toy, I deserve to be played with."

"I-I would like you to do push-ups for me, p-please," I said, trying to keep my voice steady.

Felix nodded and dropped to the floor, his muscles rippling as he pushed himself up and down. I watched, mesmerized, as he performed the task with ease.

"Is this what you had in mind?" He asked, looking up at me with a smirk while still doing push-ups.

I nodded, my cock now rock hard in my pants. "Yes," I managed to say. "It's exactly how I fantasized for so long," I pulled my hard cock out and started jerking off to the sight of my crush, obeying my every command.

For so long I had jerked off to Felix's photos, and now here he was, in the flesh, doing push-ups in front of me. The reality was so much better than any of my fantasies. I couldn't believe this was really happening.

After almost one hour of nonstop push-ups, Felix's amazing body was glistening with sweat. The smell was starting to fill my room, it was heavenly! He looked up at me with a hint of exhaustion in his eyes, I kinda wanted to know how far he could keep doing pushups, but I didn't want to break my new toy.

"That's enough Felix, sit on that chair over there with your hands behind your head. I want to taste your sweaty armpits."

"Yes Master." Felix obeyed immediately, sitting down with his arms behind his head and looking up at me expectantly.

My cock bobbed as I walked to him and sat on his lap; I leaned down and took a deep breath, filling my nose with the musky scent of his armpits. I then slowly stuck my tongue out and licked the saltiness from his skin, savoring the taste of the most popular jock in my school. His body tensed, but he didn't move away.

"That's so disgusting dude, how can you get off by licking the dirty armpits of another dude?!" He exclaimed with a mix of shock and confusion, but he didn't resist.

I chuckled and kissed him lightly on the cheek. "It's not just any armpit, Felix. It's yours."

After spending the entire evening sniffing and licking every inch of Felix's sweaty body, I decided it was time to take things to the next level. "Alright, Felix," I said, getting off from him, "I want you to lift your legs and spread them, keep your hands behind your head."

Felix looked at me with a mix of curiosity and confusion, but he did as he was told, his body now programmed to obey his new owner.

"That's so humiliating," he murmured.

My heart was racing. This was it—the moment I had been dreaming of for so long. I looked down at him, his body now mine to explore and use as I wished. "Don't worry," I whispered, trying to reassure him, "you're going to enjoy this, I promise."

I leaned in between his legs and kissed him softly. His body tensed up, he clearly wasn't happy about kissing another guy, but he didn't pull away and just let me explore his mouth. Encouraged, I deepened the kiss, my tongue sliding into his mouth and exploring it as he lay there, unmoving. "That's fucking gross.... uuurrghh, I'm not gay," he mumbled against my lips.

"It doesn't matter if you are gay or straight, Felix," I whispered as I continued jerking him off, "You're my toy now."

He stared at me, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and anger. "What the fuck, man? I'm nobody's toy!" He breathed out, his voice cracking slightly.

The programming really did a good job at mimicking Felix's real straight personality. Ignoring his protests, I reached down and grabbed his cock, stroking it gently, but he wasn't getting hard, of course he wouldn't, I thought with a chuckle.

"Get hard for me," I commanded, watching his cock swell in my hand. "Does this feel good?"

Felix let out a moan, his body betraying his protests. "No, it...uurrghhh... it doesn't," he gritted out, his voice filled with need.

"Then let's try this," I aimed my cock against his tight ass, I felt his body tense up, but before he could react, I inserted the tip, feeling his muscles clench around me.

"What the fuck!" He shouted, trying to sit up, but I pushed him back down gently.

"Don't move," I whispered, "I want you to love this. Remember, you're not just my toy, you're my sex toy. Your purpose is to give me pleasure."

I watched Felix's eyes rolling in circular movement for a few seconds, then he suddenly looked at me with needy puppy eyes.

"Aawwwwwwghhh! This feels so fucking good! I love how you fill my ass, dude!" He moaned.

I grinned and pushed deeper inside him, feeling his tight straight ass envelop my shaft. I began to thrust in and out of him, setting a slow, deliberate rhythm. His moans grew louder and louder; the command for him to love it was really proving to be effective.

As I fucked him, I couldn't believe how perfect it felt. Soon I was fucking him real hard, my hips slapping hard against his ass, the sound echoing through my room. As I thrust inside him, I leaned in and buried my face in his armpits. I took deep sniffs as I heard Felix's moans grow louder and more desperate.

"You're mine Felix, forever!" I moaned against his armpits as I came inside him.

While I was still inside of him, I commanded him to cum, but just when he was in the middle of his orgasm, I pressed the button in his nape, and he froze mid-orgasm, his face now frozen with his eyes rolling back and tongue sticking out.

But I was surprised to see his cock was still shooting cum all over his abs, some even landed on his face and tongue. I guess the programming isn't able to stop an ongoing orgasm.

Pulling away, I looked down at him, lying on the chair with his body covered in sweat and cum leaking from his ass. His handsome face, was now distorted in a mindless dumb expression.

I decided to give him a bath, to clean off the sweat and cum that covered him, but also because he still had some of the "factory" smell on him.

I filled the tub with warm water and called him to get inside the bathtub. He was in his mindless, obedient state; that was his default mode. I wasn't in the mood to bathe a loud and rebellious toy.

His eyes were glazed over as I cleaned his body, it was so cute.

As I washed his pecs, I couldn't help but playfully pinch his nipples. I continued my exploration, moving down to his abs and then to his hard cock, which was still hard since I first commanded him to be.

"You're such a good toy," I praised, giving his shaft a gentle tug. "I've always loved you, Felix, yet you never noticed me," I whispered as I washed his hair with shampoo, "you were always surrounded by so many friends and busy with girls, why would you notice someone like me, right?" I said, washing his pecs and abs. He didn't respond since he was in default mode, but I wasn't expecting him to. "I'm so glad we have each other now. I promise we will have a lot of fun together."

When I was finished, I told him to step out of the bath and sit so I could dry him. As I was drying his muscles, an idea suddenly came to me. I pressed his nape and gave him a command...

After I was done with the command, he tilted his head and smiled at me.

"Why use a towel, Master? Use your tongue to dry my sexy body." He then pulled the towel from his lap, giving me full access to his throbbing shaft, "And I think you should start with my cock."

__________________________

I've been enjoying my new toy for months now.

Felix's disappearance is commented on to this day, no one knows what happened to him after he left the swimming practice. Somehow, the organization in which my grandfather worked managed to clear all the evidence of his disappearance from that night.

I was back home after a boring day at school, and like every day since I got Felix as my toy, I spent the day looking forward to coming back home to him.

As I walked into my room, I was greeted with the sight of Felix "sleeping" on a chair.

He always spends the day "Inactivated" when I am out. I walked to him and pressed his nape, activating him.

When he saw me he gave me a warm smile and stretched his arms, teasing me by showing his armpits.

"Welcome back Master, please come take your daily dose of your toy's armpits."

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Experimental Affection

Part 2 (Here's Part 1)

Carl's phone buzzes from receiving a picture from Dan, saying that he already finished with his pre-workouts and asking if Carl is coming? Carl smiles as he replies that he's on his way and packs his spare clothes inside his bag. He took his bicycle and rode it to the gym. It's already half of the school year and Carl's experiment is going smoothly without any signs of errors or malfunctions from the nanobots. After Dan invited him to the gym, Carl has been working hard to keep up with his subject and crush. Dan helps Carl with workouts to stay in shape while Carl tutors Dan in subjects where Dan finds it difficult to understand. Carl acknowledged that this bond he had with Dan is due to his nanobots but he can't help thinking that it would be nice to have someone like Dan as a friend.

Carl noticed some changes in Dan's behavior over the months. Starting from his ever increasing performance in the football field, earning Dan to be on this year's line up. Carl also noticed the increased rate of muscle growth on Dan's body. Dan now weighs 210 lbs with 8% body fat percentage due to his increased protein absorption. Dan also developed an insane need for Carl's attention. Dan will always go with Carl everywhere whenever the team doesn't have any practice. He would accompany Carl during their lunch and even asked to walk with him after school. Carl takes note of every single detail and tries his best to stay focused on his data gathering. Though being with Dan for almost 24/7 is exhausting, Carl feels somehow happy that he has someone like Dan to be with.

Once at the gym, Carl immediately looks for Dan and spots him doing bench press. He walks to where Dan to greet his friend without taking his eyes off. That's when Carl bumps on someone which makes him fall on his ass and bite his tongue. Carl closes his eyes as he groans from the pain when he heard a deep booming voice.

"Sorry about that, I didn't see you there. Are you alright?"

Carl felt his whole body tremble from how smooth and velvety the man's voice is. He looks at the man as he stares in awe of this fine specimen. Carl is speechless as he tries to stand up only to fall back down again. The man reaches out to him and pulls him up from the floor as he pats Carl's clothes to remove some dirt. Once the man is sure that Carl's clothes are clean, he looks at Carl with anxious eyes.

"Hey buddy, are you good? Did you hit your head?" The man asks.

Carl just stares at the man when he realizes that he's been staring for too long. He suddenly looks down as he places his hand on the back of his head and smiles.

Yeah I'm fine. Sorry for bumping into you."

"No worries, bud. Just try and be careful next time. There's a lot of heavy equipment here at the gym and we don't want people bumping into them. Just watch where you're going next time, okay?" The man states with a smile as Carl just nods his head.

"Hey Carl! I thought you'll never show up! I see you already met the gym owner?" Dan interrupts the two of them as he places his arm around Carl's neck.

"He's the friend you're talking about Dan? Pleasure to make your acquaintance. I'm Cole Shepard, the gym owner." Cole says as he extends his hand to Carl.

"I'm Carl, sir. Pleasure to meet you as well." Carl replies as he shakes Cole's hand.

"Such a strong grip. I think my hand is going to break." Carl thought as Cole shook his hand for a second before letting it go.

"Well, I hope you can improve yourself here at my gym. Feel free to ask for assistance if you ever need one. I'll be at my office or at the front desk." Cole says as he walks away from the two.

Carl was left blushing and trembling from his interaction with the very hot gym owner which Dan immediately noticed. He pats Carl back and smiles at him as Carl replies with a weak, blushing smile. Dan then grins at Carl and decides to tease him.

"You tap that ass?" Dan says with a devilish grin, which made Carl embarrassed.

"I would if I could. There's no way that a man that hot would settle for a dweeb like me." Carl replies.

"Uh huh. I really think that you really have it bad for a DILF type. That's right, I've been reading up some info about being gay so that I wouldn't be left out when you and your brother are talking about gay stuff." Dan proudly states as he crosses his arms proudly.

Carl bursts out in laughter from how cool Dan is with him being gay. After a month of hanging out together, Charles confronted Dan about Carl's sexuality while they're all hanging out in their house, giving him a warning that if he's just hanging out with his little bro to take advantage of him then Dan would have to face Charles' wrath. Dan said that it doesn't bother him at all and would still like to hang out with Carl, which made Carl blush like a tomato in front of his brother and his now best bud. Ever since then, Carl would often be pestered by Dan, trying to set him up with some random gay guys that he thinks Carl would like. Carl didn't mind since he was just happy that his friendship with Dan is still fine. Whenever Carl would ask Dan about why he's been trying to hook up Carl with strangers, he would just say that he just wants Carl to be happy with someone.

"Hey man, I thought we agreed about "no gay talks while at the gym"? I don't want to have a target on my back just because someone overheard you saying that I like the gym owner." Carl says as he looks up to Dan, who just smiles playfully at him.

"I know, I know, it's just that I never saw you flirt or date someone. We're young! We're supposed to be horny and curious about sexual stuff. Trust me, sex is good." Dan replies with a grin on his face and gives Carl a thumbs up.

"I don't know, Dan. I never tried to flirt with someone. What if I suck? What if they find me boring and ugly and disgusting?" Carl argues.

"Well, it sucks when that happens. That's why you need to practice. Learn how to approach someone for a normal conversation. I didn't hurt you when you talked to me. I even liked you then. So maybe, people will like you as well." Dan confidently smiles and pats Carl's back.

"I dunno." Carl says as he looks down.

"I know, how about I teach you some stuff that I know that works and you can try it for me. I will say if you sound normal or not. What do you say?" Dan proposes.

"Now? Here at the gym? This place is crowded."

"How about your place? We usually hang out there after a workout and I'm almost done with mine. For today, you will not work out your body but work out your flirting skill." Dan says as he tries his best to be funny to lighten up Carl's mood.

"Yeah, Mom and Dad are still in England and Charles will be home at 5 so I think no one will make fun of me. Do you promise that you won't make fun of me?" Carl asks.

"I promise. From one bro to another, I shall pass on my knowledge unto thee." Dan jokes as both of them laugh.

As the two of them arrive at Carl's house, Dan immediately makes his way to the sofa and makes himself comfortable. Carl then sits beside him as they both stare to the blank TV screen.

"So, how do we do this?" Carl asks to break the ice.

"Go get us some lemonade first. I'll be preparing your script then you will say the lines to me and I will rate your performance." Dan replies as he pulls out his phone and starts typing.

Carl then proceeds to the kitchen and makes a pitcher of fresh lemonade. Once he makes sure that the taste is good enough, he goes to the living room and sees Dan still typing on his phone. Carl excuses himself and says that he'll be changing his clothes first. Dan just nods to him without turning his head to face Carl. Carl walks up to his room and notices that the tablet on his table, which is connected to Dan's nanobots, is blinking. He noticed that there was an abnormal spike of testosterone on Dan's body earlier and proceeded to check it out. Dan's testosterone level is now lower than before but still higher than what he indicated on the nanobot's programming. Carl felt a slight worry as to what caused the abnormal spike but was interrupted when he heard Dan shouting downstairs, telling him to hurry up. He immediately changed his clothes and went downstairs. Carl goes to the living room but Dan is not there. He hears something in the kitchen so he walks to the room and is surprised to see Dan, shirtless and drinking his lemonade. After Dan finishes his glass, he sees Carl standing there and flashes a smile to his friend.

"Coach says that lemonades are good for rehydration after a workout. Damn, my muscles feel so sore." Dan says as he flexes his arms in front of Carl.

"Dude! Why are you shirtless in my kitchen?" Carl frantically asks.

"My shirt is wet with sweat and I don't want to catch a cold. Anyways, let's do this, bro!" Dan exclaims as he walks past Carl to the living room.

They both sit on the sofa and Dan hands Carl his phone, saying that he already knew his lines and Carl should try to guess what he should say using the script on the phone. Carl reads the script and immediately expresses how cheesy and corny the lines are. Dan assures him that no matter the case, the lines are effective for him and Carl should try it out first. Carl takes a deep breath as he inches his way close to Dan and says the first line.

"Hey! I saw you sitting here alone in the bar. Is it okay to be your company?" Carl asks as he looks straight into Dan's eyes, as stated in the script.

Dan just smiles as he stares back into Carl's eyes.

"I don't mind. How about you? Why are you alone in this bar too?" Dan smiles.

"Well, no one in this bar is sensible enough to appreciate a good company." Carl nervously answers.

"Good company? On what ground can you claim that you are one?" Dan replies with a smirk.

"Well, a good company never leaves until the other party is satisfied. I, for one, can make sure that you'll be satisfied." Carl says as he internally curses at how cheesy the line is.

"Big claim for a small guy. I'd like to see you put your money where your mouth is." Dan replies as beads of sweat are now forming all over his body.

"Not until I can hear you accept my offer?." Carl says as he looks down on Dan's phone to make sure that he said the lines correctly.

As soon as he looks back up to Dan, he feels something touch his lips as Dan's face becomes close to his. Carl tries to look for Dan's eyes since the script indicates that he must maintain eye contact. He then realizes that Dan is kissing him, with his head tilted and his eyes closed. Carl is frozen in his seat as he felt something forcing its way inside his mouth. Slowly, he let the thing inside and he is greeted by a swirling tongue, trying to wrap itself around his own. Carl closes his eyes as he feels Dan's hand touching his face and his hips. Dan slowly leans down on Carl as he uses his hand to support Carl's back and gently lays Carl down on the sofa. After a few more minutes, Dan pulls away from Carl and opens his eyes to see Carl blushing while looking back at him.

Dan then realizes what he did and decides to act on his instincts. He dives back to Carl and proceeds to passionately kiss him as Dan lets his hand wrap around Carl's lithe physique. Dan feels like his mind is about to explode. His body is just too hot and bothered that his mind can't process his actions. All he wants to do is to show Carl how much he loves him and make him feel special. Nothing else matters. Just Carl. The only thought in his mind is to make Carl happy just like how Carl can make him happy.

He wants to repay everything Carl has done for him over the semester. How Carl helps him with his assignments. How Carl prepares food for him after their workout. How Carl makes sure that he studies for their exams. How Carl is so amazing and yet he looks down on himself. Dan felt every emotion that he had for Carl all at once. It's like when he finally got accepted into the team after he worked his ass off training day in and day out. Above all those emotions, one stands out unlike the rest. Love. Dan realizes that he loves Carl. He loves Carl more than football, more than workouts, more than pussy.

Carl feels like it's been forever since Dan kisses him. Every second becomes a minute and every minute becomes an hour. It's like the whole universe just decided to stop expanding and it's just him and Dan, making out like there's no tomorrow. He can feel everything that is happening to his body. How Dan's tongue swirls with his. How Dan's hands are caressing every inch of his skin. How Dan's dick is grinding on his thighs. Carl felt his chest tighten as he began to struggle to breathe. He tries to breathe through his mouth but Dan's mouth just suckles his soul out of his mortal body. Carl then starts to feel like he was floating in the clouds. He smiles as his consciousness fades from his mind.

"Carl? Carl?!!!!" Carl hears Dan's voice like a distant echo in a canyon.

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Experimental Affection

Part 1

One night at a party, Dan got so drunk that he fell asleep in the same house where the party was held. Carl's big brother, Charles, was the senior who hosted the party where all of the football players and cheerleaders attended. Since Dan is one of the freshmen prodigies on their football team, he was invited to his first party where he drank beer to his heart's content. The footballers laughed at him calling him a pussy for not being able to handle his drink and let him pass out on the sofa to sober up. Unfortunately, everyone forgot about Dan when everyone decided to move the party to another house due to a noise complaint.

When Carl felt that the noises downstairs had faded, he figured that it was his chance to go to the kitchen for a midnight snack. Carl doesn't like socializing as he found it tiring and stupid. Even when his big brother invited him, he respectfully declined and said that he will just focus on his invention instead. When he saw that no one was around, he quickly rushed to the kitchen and fetched his choco pudding. He got what he needed he slowly walked back to his room when he heard someone snoring loudly. He then saw Dan soundly sleeping on the sofa in their living room with his left arm placed above his head and his right arm on top of his exposed abdomen.

Carl immediately thought of running back to his room but his body stopped moving and his eyes fixated on the adonis, peacefully resting on their sofa. Carl felt his throat closing up and his dick tenting inside his pants as his eyes fixate on small droplets of sweat forming on Dan's exposed chest. He came out to his family a couple of years ago and they still loved and supported him like always. His brother even offered to introduce him to some of his fellow teammates who also enjoy the company of men. Carl wasn't interested in thinking about erotic thoughts and insisted that he prefers to focus his time and energy in his inventions and contribute to the world, just like Tesla and Edison. His brother just laughed at him and told him that he might change his mind one day when he met someone who can make his knees weak just by looking at him.

Carl felt his heart race since he had never seen someone like the man in front of him. He was surprised to discover that his body was slowly walking towards the slumbering hunk. He stopped he was just above the man, staring down at him like a hawk aiming for its prey. Carl gripped his chest as his eyes focused on the man's chest, heaving up and down as he breathed. Carl can feel the heat radiating off the man as its musk filled his nostrils, hinting at a mix of sweat, body odor, and alcohol. He felt his legs weaken as he fell to his knees, bringing his face an inch away from the man's chest. Carl started leaning forward as he let his lips suckle on the man's rosy nipples. His tongue automatically swirled while his mouth sucked deeper. Carl snapped back to reality when he heard the man moan from what he did. He thought that the man had woken up and immediately stood up in a panic. Lucky for Carl, the man was still sound asleep as it moved around the sofa, tilting its body sideways. Carl rushed back to him and quickly closed the door as his heart pounded inside his chest.

Carl tried to calm himself as he sat back on his chair and tried to continue coding his nanobots. He did his best to focus on his task but the taste of that man's nipple in his mouth still lingered. He closed his eyes as he slapped his cheeks, thinking that he was so stupid to do that and that he can never get a man like that in his life. Carl tried confessing his feelings to a guy in middle school when he was rejected and humiliated by the same guy. Since then, Carl decided that dating will be the last of his priorities and focused on developing robots that can be used for day-to-day living. Back then, he was fascinated by how nanotechnology can be used to help with medical procedures as well as for the early prevention of illnesses via monitoring. He managed to manufacture a chip that contains nanobots, that when placed on the back of the subject's neck, can modify the current physiology and motor functions of the subject. He aims to help those who are born with deformities or those who were injured beyond repair to be able to use 100% of their bodily functions. Sadly, he was only able to use it on sick chimpanzees with astonishing results. He still needed to find a human volunteer to test the chip's capability.

"What if the subject doesn't know that he's under the influence of the chip? Maybe I can observe the subject and monitor the changes without the chance of error from the placebo effect? If the subject is unaware, then I will be able to record every detail of the experiment in great accuracy before testing it on an uncontrolled variable!" Carl thought as he looked in his chip and already pictured an excellent candidate for the subject.

Without any thought, he saved the coding that he already did and created another set for his controlled variable. He tried his best to finish the coding before the morning arrived and succeeded in doing so. He checked the clock where it said it was already 6 in the morning and slowly crept down the stairs. He can still hear the man snoring as he sighed in relief and continued his way to the living room. The man is still sleeping on his side which gave Carl a good spot to place the chip. After making sure that the chip is armed and ready, he placed it on his palm and smacked the nape of the man.

"Aww! What the hell?!!!" The man shouted as he sat up in a hurry.

"I'm so sorry about that but it seems that your friends left you here after the party." Carl said with a nervous smile on his face.

The man adjusted his eyes while rubbing the back of his neck as he looked around and saw that no one else was there. He looked at Carl and let out a deep breath as he slumped back on the sofa.

"Fucking hell. I think I drank too much last night. I'm sorry man. Are you Charles's little bro?" The man asks as he scratched his balls and yawned.

"Yeah, I'm Carl by the way." Carl replied as he extended his hand.

"Dan. I thought this night is when the seniors will finally acknowledge me. I fucking screwed up." Dan said as he raised his hand and fist bumped Carl's palm.

Carl felt awkward so he tried to walk to the kitchen and get Dan a glass of water. He looked onto the tablet and saw that the nanobots are now primed and ready for use. He smiled as he went back to the living room and handed the glass to Dan.

"Drink this. For your hangover. You need a lot of water." Carl said as he quickly checked on his tablet.

"Thanks, Man. You're a lifesaver. By the way, are you also a freshman in our school? I think I saw you around the computer lab." Dan said as his body stiffened while still holding the glass of water.

Carl looked at Dan and was amazed by how empty and lifeless his eyes were. You see, for the nanobots to do their job, they need to tamper with the body's bioelectricity and harness it to restore, modify and improve the certain area of the body where the problem resides. Then, Carl worked on his programming to direct the nanobots as to where they go and what they do. As he looked back at Dan, Carl figured that he needed to start improving things little by little to avoid suspicion from the subject. It is their body after all and some people are very aware of how their body functions normally.

He starts by pumping up Dan's testosterone levels whenever he practices or plays football. Since he is part of the football team, Carl deemed it helpful for his subject. Next is to improve his body's absorption and digestion of protein to sustain whatever injuries Dan might face while playing the sport. Carl took a final look at Dan's frozen face as he blushed and added another modification. He programmed a spike of dopamine when Dan is interacting with him and maxed the production of oxytocin and vasopressin whenever they are alone together. Since Carl doesn't know if Dan is straight or gay, he can just find it out later and that will give him enough evidence to conclude the effects of his chip.

Carl then uploaded the program on his tablet straight to the chip as he waited for it to complete. He doesn't know what will happen but he's smart enough to put an emergency brake if ever the experiment fails. He can just command the nanobots to dissolve themselves inside the subject's gastric juices and the subject won't feel a thing. But somehow, a part of him hopes that the experiment will be a success. After uploading the program, Carl woke up Dan and continued their conversation. The more they talk to each other, Dan becomes more and more comfortable with Carl as evident in how their conversation progressed. They started with small talk about the party as it goes about being a freshman in high school to their favorite childhood superheroes and movies. Carl felt comfortable as well since he never had someone to talk to about these kinds of topics and pay their full attention to what he was saying. However, their conversation was interrupted when Charles entered their house.

"Hey Lil' Bro!! Just got back from the gym. Last night was epic, I wished you joined me." Charles nonchalantly said as he walked to the living room and saw Dan talking to his baby brother. "Oh hey! I see you got company."

"Yeah, this is Dan. He's also a football player on your team. I found him here, sleeping when I woke up." Carl said as he nervously stood up to introduce his brother. "Dan, this is Charles, my older brother."

"Nice to meet you, man. I heard a lot of praise about you from the coach. Hope we can play on the field. Awesome party by the way." Dan said as he stands up and shakes Charles' hand.

Charles looked at Dan then looked at his blushing baby brother. He knows what that look means so he smiled at Dan and returned the handshake.

"Yeah, I know you. Heard you're popular with the ladies. That true?" Charles asked while keeping his sight on Carl.

"Part of being in football, man. Can't help it if they approve of my looks but a gentleman needs to know when to appreciate the approval of someone special." Dan said as he looks back at Carl.

A smile appeared on Charles's face as he started laughing and patting Dan's back. Carl, on the other hand, was stunned by the way Dan said those words and looked back at him. He felt his cheeks burning up as he tried his best not to embarrass himself. Luckily, Charles drew Dan's attention by talking to him and even offering to drive him back to his house. Dan declined as he bid his farewell to both brothers, especially Carl, by saying to see him in school. When Dan left the house, Charles immediately rushed back to his baby brother and grin maniacally. Carl saw his brother and couldn't help but blush.

"I fucking knew it!! You like that guy, don't you?" Charles exclaimed as he held Carl's shoulders.

"Kinda, I don't know. It's just that he looks so beautiful when I saw him sleeping on the sofa this morning. Is that bad?" Carl asked his big brother as his eyes started tearing up.

"Bad? Of course not!! My baby brother is now a normal human being!! What's so bad about that?" Charles congratulated his brother as he hugged him tight.

"Normal human being? What's that supposed to mean?" Carl exclaims.

"Well, You never had friends over, you never go out besides going to the school and the library, and you never talk to strangers. You just did all those three!! Aren't you happy to finally talk to someone outside of our family? You know that being gay is not a curse, right?" Charles smiled at his baby brother, trying to cheer him up, when they heard a knock on the door.

"I'll get it. Go and take a shower. You reek of sweat." Carl replied as he smiled back at his big brother.

Carl knows that he can never tell Charles what he did to Dan for several reasons but he felt guilty about the fact that he was keeping secrets from his big bro. He just let out a sad sigh as he opened the door and was surprised to see Dan. Carl immediately blushed like a tomato as he was lost for words.

"Hey, I forgot to tell you that I was stopping by the gym later. If you want, I could really use a spotter and I can show you the ropes." Dan asked as he tries his best to avoid looking directly into Carl.

"Yeah, sure. What time?" was all Carl could muster to say.

"I could just text you later, if that's okay? I might rest for a while since my head is killing me. I don't have your number though?" Dan casually asked as he tilted his head to see Carl's reaction.

Carl just automatically pulled out his phone inside his pocket and handed it over to Dan.

"Here's my number." Carl awkwardly handed his phone as he felt the friction between his and Dan's hand.

Dan took out his phone and recorded Carl's number on his contacts as he flashed his pearly white smile at the young man.

"Check you later, Man." Dan bid his farewell as he ran away from Carl.

"What should I do?"

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uglybackstabber · 3 days

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What are you gonna put on there? Bearded? Rugged? Shaven?

Oh, it's already finished.

What do you mean finished—

It's strong and thick, fully programmed; what it needs to express it can with body language. It's perfect. Good to go. No need for extra parts on that beautiful neck.

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uglybackstabber · 4 days

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Sundays are for worshiping Gods.

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uglybackstabber · 5 days

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My Toy

I spotted him during one of my business trip. My company put me in Hilton and being in Asia, I didn’t really expect to see Caucasian features around as that was not the time of the year for people to travel all the way to have a vacation. Yet there he was sprawled with his ball shorts, legs thick and corded with veins and totally showing his glorious upper body with his hand propped his head that causes his arms to flex, shades on and soft groan seemingly come from his mouth, he fell asleep.

I looked around and with the coast clear, I made my move

*current time

“So how’s your day?”

“It is perfect as usual sir. Lifting in the gym, heading to uni and grind those boys with my classic physical regime till they barely able to stand and then helped up some client again in the gym,”

“Anyone noticed any difference?”

“Definitely no, sir. You set me up perfectly,”

“Great. Hold on that position, from the smell, you clearly not showered yet and guess I make you wait a little bit too long because those sweats already evaporated,”

“But the socks are damp and if you wish, my shirts still wet too over there,”

“Never mind, I’ll enjoy what I have,”

So I make my move and start caressing his muscle

*months ago

As I grab his head while chanted the mantra, he groaned and his body convulsed wildly as he tried to resist my control. I rarely use my power because it drained the shit out of me, but he is the perfect specimen and the tiredness of using this magic only comes once, which is during this conditioning processs, so I decided to take the risk. Minutes later, he already under my control

*current time

“Go to the bedroom, put on some dapper clothes and directly face the wall, I have a surprise for you for our night out,”

I’m so excited for this one because I’ve waited for so long and as my magic eventually fully charged, I’m ready for the next step. He remained still with that broad muscle of his facing the wall awaiting my order and that’s when I chanted the spell. This time, I focused the spell on his back and slowly yet surely, his back split open, the gap is quite small but I know it will be wide and spacy inside so then while I chanted the another series of mantra, I pushed myself into his body. After quite a struggle, I eventually set inside and that’s when I tried to take full control of it and the moment my vision cleared, the memory perfectly stored for my use and I get the sense to live as a 6'4" with 225 pounds of muscle, I smirked because the world will look entirely different from this perspective

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Masked Muscle

“Okay, now put it on” Chris threw the balaclava and the black t-shirt towards his boyfriend Jake, who was sitting on their bed.

“You’re sure about this?” He was clearly not sold on the idea of role play in the bedroom, but he agreed to do it anyway. He was surprised when Chris approached him earlier that day and asked if he’d be willing to dress up as a Russian thug because it really turned him on. But he decided to play along. And now Chris was standing next to him, a shit-eating grin on his face. He was enjoying himself already.

He watched as Jake took off his hoodie and tank top, then put on the t-shirt and face mask. Jake had a slim build, with muscles visible but not bulky, so the large t-shirt was looking kinda baggy on him.

"You sure you bought the right one? This looks like a skirt on me." Jake commented, but Chris wasn't really listening.

"Everything's fine, don't worry about it." He shrugged off his boyfriend's comments and waited for him to put on the balaclava. When he did he took a step closer.

"You look great, babe" He said, and saw Jake's eyebrows rise a bit, but he saw a glimpse of a smile under the face mask.

Then the fun started.

Chris took a step backward, as he saw that the process was beginning. Jake suddenly stopped moving, now standing still, and all his muscles started expanding. His shoulders and chest quickly filled out thew t-shirt, which now hugged his upper body tightly. His arms turned form sticks to beefy guns, with bulky biceps covered in veins. His slim stomach gets covered in muscle, same with his legs that turned into tree trunks.

The entire transformation lasted only a minute or so, and after was done Jake looked at Chris confused.

"Chris... Chris, babe, what... what happened?" He asked, his voice unsteady and anxious.

"Nothing you have to worry about, Jake. I'm just making sure you're prepared for your 'role play' later" He still has a smug smirk on his face, because he knew what was coming next.

Jake was hit with a sudden headache. A painful feeling, as if his brain was squeezed. He groaned and leaned against the wall, hoping it would pass quickly.

"Holy shit... uuuugh... blyat" he murmured to himself "Wait... blyat? Vat? I no speak... Nyet, vat is happen? Chris, vat is happen to me?"

Jake, now speaking with a heavy and thick Russian accent, turned towards Chris, his expression quickly shifting from surprise to aggression. But Chris didn't even flinch, he was in control of the situation the entire time.

"Stop whining, Sasha. You're not here to complain, you're here to obey!" When he called him 'Sasha', Jake's eyes glazed over for a moment and he froze. A few seconds later he was back, but it was not Jake.

"Da, boss. Sasha here to work and make dirty job for boss" He stood straight, almost like a soldier, and puffed out his chest, clearly wanting to show off his muscles. Chris was in heaven. He took a step closer.

"Yes, my loyal brute. You will do exactly as I say, without hesitation."

"Da, no hesitation, nyet. Only strong and obey you, boss" Sasha's voice was deeper that Jake's, he grunted more and was clearly struggling with English vocabulary.

"Oh yeah" Chris growled as he stood inches from Sasha, hunger in his eyes. "Flex for me, brute"

"Da, boss" Sasha nodded and lifted his arms into a double biceps pose. His muscles ballooned, with biceps the size of footballs.

"I strong muscle, boss use Sasha strong muscle" The Russian grunted as he flexed.

"Oh, I will use them, don't you worry" Chris drawled in response, ready to play.

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uglybackstabber · 10 days

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What men bred for

3.5 Private modification

In a mysterious and dark room, a large device was buzzing, with fluorescent lights flashing one after another. The screen next to it displayed data detected and analyzed by AI, and a progress bar marked the current process.

Subject: EX-11

Physical Enhancement: 90%

Mind Conversion: 70%

Memory Erase: 50%

Emotional State: Stable

Libido Level: Medium

…………

The owner of the subject looked at the data and smiled with satisfaction.

It's amazing that this subject is still resisting and holding on longer than the previous ten subjects. Although individuals with strong mind power are difficult to tame, once conquered, they will become more loyal than ordinary individuals, will not betray their masters, and will be more ferocious in battle.

It was a wise decision to buy this "wild human" at a high price on the black market. It was a wise decision to buy this "wild human" at a high price on the black market. Originally, he was worried that the businessman was deceiving him by saying that this human was a "non-genetically modified human" who accidentally escaped from a hunting ground. It seems that he is worrying too much.

Humans produced by the government for legal purchase are added with various unnecessary genes, especially the absolute obedience gene, which limits human potential.

Nowadays, only those "prey-type" humans who are released in "hunting grounds" for the wealthy Alien Masters to hunt for entertainment may have pure genes closest to the original humans, but even among the "prey-type" there are many individuals have genes from other organisms added to them, making it difficult for the owner to adjust them to his own needs.

The law also stipulates that humans who escape from hunting grounds must be killed immediately. Because they are able to escape from complex alien technological protection measures and survive stubbornly in the wild, it means that they are individuals with superior IQ and physical abilities than ordinary humans, and are very likely to cause ecological catastrophe.

Therefore, the experimental body in the machine can be said to be the best of the best, rare to find. This human being will become his owner's strongest fighter in the underground fighting arena. Throwing humans into metal cages to fight has become a popular pastime for the Alien Masters, much like how humans once played cockfights. Moreover, centuries ago, humans also locked themselves in cages and fought with each other. It is human nature.

The owner couldn't wait to see what his carefully adjusted fighter looked like now, so he opened the machine's observation window. Inside the machine was a bucket filled with milky white viscous liquid, which is the so-called Modification Tank. The liquid was filled with body-enhancing nutrients, medicines, and DNA carefully selected by the owner to suit the fighter. Through advanced technology, the DNA of the subject would be assimilated and transformed with the DNA in the pool, and he would become a more perfect version.

The base of the liquid was, of course, human semen. Male humans are extremely obsessed with semen. Spraying semen on their heads or bodies will make them blush, their heart beats, their metabolism accelerates, and their spirits are high. So immersing human subjects in the semen pool will naturally improve the efficiency and success rate of transformation. Although the owner cannot produce a large amount of semen with the few humans at hand, it is a common product that can be purchased on the market, although it is usually used as food or drink.

"Raise the experimental subject" the owner commanded the machine.

The human experimental subject EX-11 rose from the thick milk. He has a strong body, a sculpted figure, and a beautiful face. The owner was so excited but also surprised that he actually had a "sexual interest" in this lowly creature! Is he a zoophile? He must discuss this with his psychiatrist.

EX-11's eyes and ears were covered with the brainwashing device, which was a visor with built-in headphones. This device was erasing his unnecessary memories and transforming his desire for freedom into loyalty to his master. It also had the function of calming his emotions.

Control rings were attached to his limbs. Not only is this device heavy, but its movement direction is controlled by a computer. Not only can it avoid human resistance, but it can also force him to perform various actions, such as now allowing him to display his perfect body for the owner to admire.

His hips and thighs were covered in rubber combat shorts, which allowed him to more quickly accept his new identity: a fighter and warrior slave. Having body wrapped tightly ccan turn some humans on, and owners are glad the EX-11 is no exception.

Finally, the most important part: the groin, was fitted with a special chastity belt. This is not simply to prevent his erection, but to control his sexual function to cooperate with the brainwashing device and increase the efficiency of transformation. The inside of this device is a sucker in the front and an anal plug in the back. There is a catheter in between to connect the urethra and anus, so his urine, prostatic fluid, and semen will be used for his own use and will not be wasted.

The owner looked at his perfect creation and couldn't wait to use it, touch it, put it into action, and show it off to his friends.

"Computer, perform the latest brainwashing program to allow his mind conversion to catch up with the progress of his physical transformation."

"Confirmed, start program: Gamma-Alpha-Psi-69"

Ex-11 began to tremble, pant, and roar. The owner laughed excitedly, "Become my fighter now! EX-11!"

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What's going on? I remember that I fell into a coma after being caught by the robot. When I woke up, I smelled full of semen, and why couldn't I move? What are these strange symbols and the spiral in front of my eyes? My lower body seems to be covered by something. It’s a little uncomfortable but I feel so happy. So strange.

"You will obey. You are male. Male all obey."

"I am male, I obey." I recite reflexively, and feel my penis being massaged, and something inserted further into my anus. Feel so good. Obey, feel good.

"You will fight. You are male. Male all fight."

"I am male. I will fight." Yes, I will fight and obey! No! It’s not logical! I should fight the urge to obey! I must be free! I escaped the horrible wild land and lived free with my partner! Ahhh!! It’s hurt! My penis and balls are being squeezed so hard!

"Incorrect! You are a slave. You will fight for owner!"

When the voice said "slave" and "owner", I feel immediately pleasure from my back hole! It’s wrong, I must resist but….

"Resistance is pointless, disobedience is wrong. It is wise to give up and right to obey. You are male, you obey and fight. You are a slave and you fight for the owner."

"I…I am male, slave, fight for the owner." And a sudden pleasure wash all over my body. This is correct.

"You are EX-11. You like blood. You are violence. You are a fighter. "

No! I fight but not for blood! I fight because I am male, a male fight for free…Ah, no! I am a male fighter slave of my owner….

Oh, the massage on my phallus is so good. Fight for owner is so good. And there is the blood scenes in front of me, I can feel the blood. Blood smells so good. I roar and tense my muscles, I feel my phallus leaking unstoppably.

"You are a fighter slave, you are bloody violent but you also love your owner."

I had a lover in wild land, he was also captured. But he is nothing to me now. All I need is my owner. I love my owner, fight for him and obey his every command.

"Show your loyalty and strength to your owner, you will be rewarded!"

I roar and lift my arms, flex my muscles, and announce, "I am EX-11, I am a fighter slave, I love my owner, I obey!"

"You did a good job. You are rewarded."

I feel lots of sperm falling from ceiling to my whole body. It smells and test so wonderful. And at the same time, I reach my orgasm. Loads after loads of my sperm ejected from my phallus, and my anus filled with my own liquid. That’s so correct. I was so immersed in pleasure that I forgot how I lost consciousness again.

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The owner was shocked at what he saw. This human being was able to overcome the suppression of the bracelet and raise his arm! Did he make his humans too powerful?

Although EX-11 seems to be very intoxicated in the process of becoming a real slave, immersed in the pleasure brought by orgasm and semen, unable to extricate himself. The owner still panicked and ordered the computer to fully take over EX-11's consciousness. EX-11 immediately put down his hands and lowered his head, like a lifeless puppet.

"Lower the experimental subject into the transformation tank and continue the remaining procedures."

After EX-11 was lowered into the barrel, the observation window was closed. Owners with lingering fears take a look at the data:

Subject: Ex-11

Physical Enhancement: 91%

Mind Conversion: 90%

Memory Erased: 80%

Emotional State: Over excited (forced sleeping)

Libido Level: Extremely high (forced cooling down)

………

The owner thought about it and decided to take a safety precaution.

"Computer, before installing the combat skills package, create the drone mode and set the mode conversion password."

"Confirmed"

After all, this human is too natural and lacks the gene for absolute obedience. No matter how confident you are, you must use it with caution.

The owner began to imagine the joyful scene of this fighter slave being converted into drone mode by him after a bloody match, allowing him to play with it to his heart's content.

Oh no, he really needs to make an appointment with a psychiatrist.

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The Boss's Collection

Tax/Debt collector

"I remember I was a tax collector? One day I found out that the big boss had evaded a large amount of taxes... Why am I here? How could I be so strong? It’s impossible…"

Michael suddenly woke up, panicking about the unfamiliar environment and his body, sweating and panting nervously.

"Relax, this will help you remember your true identity."

The doctor quickly injected another injection into his neck.

The muscular man regained his composure and raised his head with a poker face.

"Now, remember who you are?"

"I am Max. The Boss's bodyguard and debt collector. "

"What are your duties?"

"I will protect The Boss aka my master and obey his orders, ensure the safety of his property and expel annoying public servants from his property."

"Do you remember Michael?"

"He was a pathetic tax collector. I accidentally killed him when I wanted to drive him away. The body and all his traces have been wiped out to ensure that no one can find him."

"At first, the Boss was satisfied with you for stopping the tax collector from harassing him, but because you went too far and killed the guy, you have to accept the punishment in addition to the reward."

"I am grateful for the rewards and punishments my master has given me!"

"Now go to the Boss's bedroom, he has been waiting for you for a long time!"

"Yes! Sir!"

Max straightened up like a soldier and headed for the Boss's bedroom, the map of the building burned into his mind as if he had been serving his master here for years.

The doctor, who was also the boss's loyal servant, looked at Max's back and snickered. Anyone who caused trouble to his master must be "process" accordingly. Transforming a tax collector who dared to threaten the boss into his debt collector and bodyguard was definitely the most correct treatment.

He couldn't wait for the Boss to finish enjoying the service of his latest slave, and then summon him to the bedroom to give him an extra reward.

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uglybackstabber · 10 days

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Just Floaties

Oh this? You might think that he's my guardian or something, especially with that big well built body. But thats further from the truth.

Believe it or not, he's actually just a 'for rent' floater from the pool. inflatable with air and can be used as a "thing" to keep you from drowning. Why a floater you ask? Well, he's actually a life guard back then. But despite working out his body to the fullest, he still failed to save a swimmer from drowning. So as punishment, the management of the pool turned the "failure life guards" as Lifeless pool floaters for rent... it just happens he's the only one who failed so hes the only one available.

Crazy right?

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Just Floaties

Oh this? You might think that he's my guardian or something, especially with that big well built body. But thats further from the truth.

Crazy right?

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Missing Models

At some point of my life, I became an intern on a Photographic Agency, thus becoming an assistant to "Mr. K" (a name that he specifically told us to address him with). Working with Mr. K was an experience, for some weird reason, he takes pictures of perfectly built men for his magazines... though to be fair, it sells well so I wouldnt blame him by sticking into it. But at some time while working with him, I started to wonder if Mr. K was actually into men all along, except he doesnt really treat the male models intimately, in fact, he talks with them with composure and confidence... but I guess thats just how professionals should behave, and for that, I admired Mr. K while working under him.

Being an intern on this agency for long, I begin to notice something deep inside me that I never really thought was possible, taking pictures of these big strong men with Mr. K, I slowly begun to realize my attration towards men. Although as a staff of an agency that specifically takes photos of men for magazines, I can't let this fact get known or else the studio's reputation would tarnish, or worse, my internship would be cancelled. However, for some reason Mr. K learned about my sexuality and preference with men, and surprisingly he was supportive and gave me some few tips of how to manage my image professionally. Honestly, we felt like a mentor and student type of relationship, and my admiration to Mr. K got higher even more.

But as i pursue my internship, I noticed some weird occurrences in the agency. One of which is that Mr. K is the only one running the agency with me being the intern staff, and That other one time when Mr. K finally took his time taking a bunch of good and sexy poses from this one model promoting branded jeans and underwear, he's so handsome and sexy that I couldnt handle my libido as I stare on the handsome man's eyes for the shoot.

While assessing the photos on a separate room, Mr. K told me to take a break and prepare for the next session. Naturally, I need to inform the model to take a break as well -and also to have a reason to talk to him- while we prepare for the next shoot. As I entered the room, I was expecting the hot guy texting or fiddling with his phone waiting; it wasnt the case...

As i entered the room, I saw the model seemingly hasn't moved an inch from the last place he was in. And strangely, his body looks limp as torso is arched downward, while his arms hangs loosely... as if he was a puppet that suddenly had his strings cut off.

Suddenly, Mr. K went in and kicked me away from the photography room, insisting for me to take a break. And after the session with that 'Model', Mr. K scolded me how I somehow made the client uncomfortable...

But I let that issue aside, After all, Mr. K was kind enough to let me stay for a few more months as an intern.

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A few more months later, My internship was turned into a legitimate employment on the agency, as Mr. K starts to trust me more as his assistant. perhaps, he trusted me a but much.

While we sort out the photos from our wild photoshoot with this hunky asian man, I asked Mr. K of how was the previous models doing in their careers nowadays. Since I couldnt get their names for some 'confidential' reasons, and I couldn't check on them on the internet.... strangely enough, theres almost no results (aside from our published photoshoot magazines) that comes out even with deep thorough search in the web.

Mr. K went quiet and gives me a key from the storage room at the very back of the agency, he told me to grab something important there... Here I went to the storage room that I never even went into ever since I worked under Mr. K, especially how big it is too. Curiosity was in my mind...

As I opened the door of the storage room, It was a seemingly normal looking with a bunch of junk inside... since Mr. K didnt specifically told me what to bring, I just went inside curiously, and as I pass through a pile of junk, I saw a scene that shocked me to the core,

a bunch of shirtless, sexy - yet immobile guys was hanging around the storage room! It doesnt seem like they were alive, as the room is obviously filled with dust, and some 'models' even have spider webs forming on their amazingly sculpted bodies. And then I noticef, recognized some of them! These were the models we worked with on our photoshoot... my heart was racing, and my mind is filled with confusion, until Mr. K suddenly showed up behind me to calm me down.

As it turns out, these 'Models' arent real guys after all, they were biological puppets made by Mr. K and some of his associates. He never told anything more of it and just shrugged the technicalities of how they're made. No wonder they're hard to find in social media, and no wonder why they seem so perfectly built... it is because they werent real after all!

Mr. K told me to choose one of the model I like to take home as a 'replacement' for a salary in the time being. Though I thought it was scammy, I still took the offer and excitedly chose the model we worked with just a couple of days ago~

Mr. K clicked a button in which made the immobile muscle to suddenly spark back to life, and walk on its own. The tough looking man seems to pay no mind around him, so I jumped behind its muscular back and rode him. Even with multiple pokes in the man's muscles, and manhandling his biceps and pecs, the big hunk of man seems to pay no mind, he really is just a 'puppet'. Strangely, despite being 'artificial' he smells and feels like a real human being; that roughness of the skin, the rocky and hardened muscles, and the pungent smell of his musk, it feels 'too' human.

As we leave the storage room, Mr. K found an old looking envelope seemingly filled with papers, or bio datas....

as i head back to my apartment with my huge hunk of man, Mr. K left me with a controller that will allow me to vocally command this man to do anything i want. As I had my session with this man, not only he feels human, he behaves like it too.

I commanded him to "be a dominant boyfriend whose going to have an intimate sex with his girlfriend", the so called puppet suddenly acts like a real human complete with his own voice and language, he talks so smooth that he really seem like a real guy. Not to mention he can also blow a load of come, and even sweat prefusely like a real human.... But I digress, whoever made these models surely made them really good.

Unfortunately, my work with Mr. K was cut short as the agency closed its doors due to some 'suspicious' activities and illegal business practices... they said Mr. K is involved in the disappearance cases of the few "Adult males" going missing across the nation. Such missing adult males are identified to be a Policeman, Firemen, Gang members, Gym intructors/enthusiasts, or simply college students. I don't really get it why Mr. K would be involved in such things... so I hugged the strong muscles of my model "Ryan" -as I named him- and sat my head into his huge pecs in worry as Ryan stares forward with empty soul less eyes....

Then a thought crossed into my mind, Could it be that Ryan was actually a.....

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Owed and Owned

Angelo was peacefully sleeping when he woke up in the middle of the night with the most excruciating headache he had ever felt.

He grabbed his head and grunted in pain.

"Aaaaaarrwwhhhgh! Fuuuuucckkkkk!... There's something.... in my head.... it hurts! Get out! Get out! Get oooouuugghhh!!!"

Suddenly, Angelo's arms dropped limply to his sides, and his pained face quickly changed into a blank face in a fraction of a second, like a switch had been flipped off. With slow steps he walked to the door and opened it.

Waiting outside, with his usual nerdy demeanor, was none other than his distant cousin.

(A month later)

My cousin looks so peaceful, it even looks like he is sleeping, but for one to be sleeping, one needs to be awake first, and that is just not his case, not anymore.

Angelo had been the bad boy in my family since a young age, always getting in trouble or causing trouble; at 16, he joined a criminal gang; at 18, he was arrested for drug dealing; at 20, for getting into a bar fight. Now, at 21, nothing much had changed, he was still part of the gang, and he was still hotter than ever.

I was two years younger than him, and even though we were distant cousins and our interactions were almost nonexistent, I always had a secret crush on him. I couldn't help myself; I just had a thing for bad boys. I love the way they act so tough and fearless, like they're invincible and nothing can stop them.

I buried my face in Angelo's hairy armpit and took a long sniff; he just had the most wonderful smell under his armpits; it was powerful and primal, a musk that my olfactory epithelium was very much used by now.

I started licking them clean, making sure my tongue would drag slowly against his armpit's hair and I could taste every single bit of him.

While I feasted on my hot cousin's armpits, I saw a tiny alien humanoid sticking his head out of his ear, the tiny alien's head was no bigger than a bean.

"Good morning, Zul. Did you sleep well?" I asked.

"Yes I did, I see you're already having breakfast," Angelo responded with his eyes still closed. His voice sounded sleepy, like he was talking while dreaming.

"And how about you? Have you had your breakfast yet?" I asked.

"Not yet, was just about to when I noticed there was some stimulation coming from Angelo's armpits. I knew it was you."

"Well, don't let me get in the way, go back in there and feast on my dumb cousin's brain."

Zul feeds on brains, but because of his small size, he only takes small bits of it every day. It's been a month since I helped him get inside Angelo's body, and now there's only 40% of brain matter left.

The alien nodded his head and crawled back inside my cousin's head. Almost Immediately, I started to see the signs of his feeding on my cousin's body, like his muscles tensing and his biceps flexing. His head started rolling from one side to another as he let out deep grunts, looking like he was in a nightmare, he might actually be in one, but I was living my dream.

I buried my face back into his armpits as I knew what was going to happen next: Every time the alien fed, it would make Angelo's body release a lot of sweat. And I was starting to feel the effects, or better, to taste it.

"Hmmmm... he tastes soooo good," Angelo moaned.

"He sure does," I replied, switching from armpits.

I pulled off his tank top and shorts; Angelo's cock was big and thick but was flaccid, I gave it a few strokes, but I knew it was useless, his body couldn't respond to stimulus anymore without the alien in control. Luckily, the alien had kindly programmed Angelo's body in case I wanted him to be hard while he was busy feeding.

I pinched both of Angelo's nipples at the same time, and just like magic, his cock started to harden to a 9,5 inches huge shaft, throbbing full of life. As I took a few licks, I looked at him and noticed he was staring back at me, a sign the alien was now in control.

"How much is left?" I asked, my tongue running against his sweaty balls.

"34%" Angelo responded.

"Wow, just remember that you need to get out of his body when you reach 10%, you need to leave enough for his body to obey commands."

"You don't have to worry about that, I'm already looking for another host."

I was in the middle of giving Angelo a blowjob when I heard a knocking. I sighed in frustration, who could that be? One of Angelo's many hookups? I thought I already got rid of all of them!

When I opened the door I was shocked to see a tall, fully tattooed hot stud. I was left standing at the door completely frozen, staring at the hot man in front of me like an idiot.

"Is Angelo home?" He finally asked, his tone was intimidating and cold.

"H-he's...he's not home right now," I lied, "Is there something you want me, ummm... to tell him when he's back?"

I think he didn't buy the lie because he gave me an even more menacing stare, a stare that almost made me cry and apologize for lying.

"Tell him to pay what he owes, I will be back in a week." He said out loud, making sure Angelo could hear him.

It was all he said as he walked away. When I closed the door, I finally sighed in relief; that guy was so scary but so freaking hot at the same time. I asked Zul to dig into Angelo's mind for any information about the guy, but Zul told me he couldn't find anything and that he probably already consumed that memory. I was disappointed in knowing that precious info was now alien poo, but I just went back to giving Angelo a blowjob. Eventually, I completely forgot about the whole thing.

A week later I came back from school to find Angelo sitting on a chair with a book covering his face.

I walked towards him and took the book out of his face, and I was shocked to see his face expression; his eyes were staring in opposite directions, his left eye was wider than the right one, and his mouth was agape with his tongue sticking out.

I was used to Angelo's blank face by now, but he never looked this... empty before. I knocked on his forehead like I was knocking on a door, and in a sense, I was. The sound that it made was hollow, which was expecting since there was now only 14% of his brain left. "Zul? Are you there?"

"No, I'm here." A deep baritone voice came from the corner of the room, scaring the shit out of me.

I recognized him, he was the hot guy who knocked on Angelo's door a week before, now wearing nothing but a white towel covering his lap. "Zul, this is such a wonderful host. Good job buddy." I praised.

"It's good to be in control of an entire brain again. I accessed this host's memories, and it looks like your cousin pissed off the leader of his gang by not paying for his drugs. So his gang leader sent this big and strong guy to teach him a lesson if he didn't comply."

I sat on the tattooed hunk's lap and started caressing his fit body, feeling his muscles and pecs. I then pressed my face against his armpits and took a sniff, he smelled clean, like he just got out of the shower. The thug then pulled me in for a gentle, yet dominating kiss. Pulling away from the kiss I grinned at him, "So, this gang leader... Is he hot?"

"Very much, after this host's brain is at 10%, I might go for his boss, that way I would have plenty of hosts available for me. Would you like to own an entire gang of hot brainless men?"

"Yes! I would!" I eagerly said, my eyes glowing with the image of a bunch of hot brainless criminals at my disposal.

"Then you have to deserve it first," He said, caressing my face gently, it was weird to see such an intimidating guy acting so soft. "Go to Angelo and activate him for me, I can't control him while I'm in another host, but before leaving him, I programmed what was left of him to respond to physical touch. Pinch his right nipple two times and then give his left a twist to the left."

I nodded and walked to Angelo, I gave his right nipple two pinches, and his left a rough twist to the right... or was the left? I decided to twist it to the right. Angelo suddenly—still with his mindless face and hanging tongue—pulled down his shorts and started jerking off his cock.

I then heard the thug across the room laughing. "That's the wrong command, you need to twist it to the left, not the right."

I looked at Angelo, mindlessly jerking off his now hard cock, and I did the command right this time, two pinches on the right, one twist to the left...

Suddenly, Angelo stopped jerking off and walked to his bed, getting on all fours and exposing his ass.

"I like this new command, is there more?"

"Yes there is, watch it," The thug stood up, making his white towel drop to the floor. My jaw dropped when I saw his massive cock, he was so much bigger than Angelo. With a grin planted on his face, he grabbed his shaft and swung it in my direction, "Would you be kind and do what you do best?"

I didn't have to be asked twice; I got on my knees in front of this hunk and took his huge member into my mouth. I felt his hand gently caressing my hair. "That's a good cocksucker, get this cock wet for your cousin's ass"

I slobbered on it even harder when he praised me, after a few minutes, he gently pushed me away. His big cock swung with each step he took towards Angelo, he gave his ass a hard slap and smirked at me as he aimed the tip of his cock at Angelo's entrance.

It was far from Angelo's first time, since Zul turned him into a host last month, I've been having my share of fun with Angelo's ass. But Angelo wasn't used to a big cock like that, it was so big that it easily could count as a first time.

Angelo gave no response, he just continued frozen on all fours with his eyes blank as drool soaked the sheets under him. That was until the thug buried everything inside with a single powerful thrust, and just like that—as if a switch had been turned—Angelo started to move back and forward, fucking himself on the massive member.

"I programmed him so that as long as he has a dick stuffing his ass, he will fuck himself non-stop. Pretty cool huh?" The thug proudly said with both his hands behind his head, exposing his hairy armpits to me. Zul knows how much I love them.

"Now enjoy the show while I feed on this dumb hunk." With a final wink, the thug froze with his hands behind his head and his face changed to the same mindless look Angelo had: eyes rolled back and tongue sticking out.

Angelo was still fucking himself non-stop, like a broken robot trapped on a loop. I hopped on the bed and sat on Angelo's sweaty back while I was facing the frozen thug. My weight sure made Angelo's job more difficult, but I didn't care, I knew he was strong enough.

I pressed my face in the thug's armpits and started worshiping them. Sometimes, he would let out a long grunt, and his muscles would flex, but after a while, it stopped.

Zul appeared inside the thug's mouth and sat on his tongue, the tiny humanoid alien was now holding a tiny bit of meat, eating it like a burger as he watched me worshiping his new home.

I owe this little guy everything.

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