They always say this, some believing themselves to be innocent, others believing themselves to be indestructible. But even the most stubborn tough guy will eventually realize that he was the one who was wrong and give in.
Human beings are essentially sophisticated machines, though not made of metal. It is just that the Creator made a mistake in creating humans, which led to their uncontrollable nature and love of creating chaos.
Therefore, with just a little "correction," a human can become his true self. The method is "stimulation," especially since men cannot resist the pleasure brought by physical stimulation, which lasts from a few seconds to several minutes, after which they give up resistance and happily accept it.
The Imperial Army's newly developed device is smaller and more efficient than before. It can be installed with just one hand and carries "nutrients" made of nanobots and rubber-like materials, greatly improving efficiency and saving on consumables.
When the device is activated, the subject feels his urethra being invaded, followed by a slight stinging sensation in his testicles, as "nutrients" enter his reproductive organs and combine with his "seed," namely the spermatogenic cells, and completely transform them. From then on, his genitals produced not semen for reproduction, but a black, viscous liquid that also had the function of transforming and enhancing the body. When it solidified, it looked like glossy black rubber or latex.
The discomfort was immediately replaced by pleasure. The man's expression shifted from anger to surprise, then from surprise to enjoymentāall within seconds. He was enveloped in the black liquid he had produced, transformed from the outside in, organic to inorganic, as if reborn. Even though he retained his memories as a human, he had now become a pure robot.
However, robots require programming and, for military use, also need exoskeletons and weapons. The Imperial Army has developed various standardization processes that can produce different types of military robots, and the one in front of us is a "shooter unit". It aims to subdue targets from a distance and initiate simplified, standardized procedures, quickly turning the enemy into a prototype and an integral part of the Empire's fighting force.
The Imperial Army's high command was extremely satisfied with the laboratory's results, and everyone involved in the research and development would receive rewards, praise, and promotions. Amidst the invigorated atmosphere, no one noticed that the chief researcher showed no joy. He was advanced in years and diagnosed with an incurable disease; any glory or wealth held no meaning for him.
He examined the "standardization device" he had personally led the development of in his hands. He saw transformation, enhancement, eternity, and purpose. Witnessing the success of Unit 001, he finally made his decision, moving the hand holding the device towards his own groinā¦
A few days ago, I attended the exclusive, invite-only launch of a new app called "PicsControl." I was intrigued by the premise: the app allegedly allowed you to control any man just by taking a simple photo of him.
I opened the app while waiting for our guide at the private Ferrari center, where I had booked a track experience. Rumor had it that both Leclerc and Hamilton would be making an appearance for the VIP guests. The app's interface was incredibly sleek, high-end, and user-friendly. I checked the global catalog, but there were only four placeholder options available; apparently, none of the other guests had added a new subject yet. Still, those four options looked promising.
While I was staring at my phone, I was interrupted by our guides and my breath hitched when I realized it actually was Charles Leclerc and Lewis Hamilton. I felt my cheeks flush. I have a massive crush on both of them, but Iāve always had a real soft spot for Charles. Right at that moment, I noticed my phone's camera had automatically activated within the app.
An idea flashed through my mind. I looked at Charles, his perfect smile, his hair, and his physique, which looked even more toned than last year. Seeing everyone else pulling out their phones to take casual pictures, I raised mine, aimed, and snapped a photo through the app.
I watched the loading bar spin until the system instantly recognized him:
āNew Subject: Charles Leclerc. To activate control, please wait for the acquisition notification. Exclusivity will last for 1 day from the moment of acquisition.ā
I was trembling slightly with excitement. I slipped my phone into my pocket, enjoyed the rest of the exclusive tour, and headed back to my estate.
The next morning, I was lying in bed at my secluded suburban villa. I purposely chose this house because it's completely isolated, surrounded by high walls, and safe from any prying eyes. I was still half-asleep when the sharp chime of a notification woke me up. I grabbed my phone and read the screen:
āPicsControl: Acquisition complete. Exclusivity period has begun.ā
I bolted upright and opened the app to configure the basic settings. First prompt: āDo you wish to change the subjectās name?ā No, I wanted him to remain Charles. āSubject Status.ā I didn't want him completely hypnotized, but I definitely wanted him fully devoted. āRole.ā Now, thatās where my ultimate fantasy came in. I filled out the fields, selected the maximum trial duration of one day, and hit submit. Since my villa was completely private, I had already unlocked the main gate via my phone, allowing him access.
I was falling back asleep when I felt someone gently shaking my shoulder. "Sir, breakfast is ready downstairs," a soft, perfectly modulated voice murmured. The rich, sweet aroma of coffee filled the bedroom.
I turned over and blinked my eyes open, only to find myself staring at my absolute dream come true. Standing right beside my bed was Charles. Thanks to the isolated nature of my property, he had arrived undetected, already wearing the exact uniform I requested: a black bowtie, crisp white gloves, and tight, elegant black shorts. My wildest dream of having Charles Leclerc as my personal butler was officially a reality.
A little later, I was sitting in the kitchen, sipping my cappuccino and eating biscuits, watching my personal butler meticulously cleaning the counters. The view was magnificent; the tight shorts perfectly accentuated his toned, firm backside. Every now and then, he would turn around and flash me a sweet, submissive smile. I had to take deep breaths to compose myself because I was sporting a rock-hard erection that just wouldn't go away.
In the afternoon, the heat became intense, so I moved out to the poolside loungers. Charles brought me a chilled drink. Seeing him walk around my modern patio, his chest and abs glistening under the sun, was almost too much to bear.
Shortly after, it was time for his outdoor chores. He changed into a different uniform, tight brown shorts and work gloves, to mow the lawn. After an hour under the sun, his body was dripping with sweat, but he didn't look tired at all. In fact, just as I had coded in the app, he would occasionally flex and show off his muscles for my benefit.
Once he finished, he walked over to me. "How does it look, sir?" he asked, gesturing to the perfectly manicured lawn.
"You did an amazing job," I replied, looking him up and down. "You should probably cool off, you're dripping with sweat." I pointed toward the garden hose.
Without hesitation, Charles picked up the hose and put on a show, drenching his body right in front of me. At one point, he even asked me to spray him down. I was holding back with everything I had because he looked entirely too beautiful, but by that point, there was no hiding the massive bulge in my trousers.
By the time night fell, I couldn't restrain myself any longer. When I walked into the bedroom, I found him completely naked, lying on the bed, fully prepared to be used.
I stripped down, knelt between his legs, and instructed him to hold his cheeks open. I began to lick his tight entrance, coating it with saliva. Once he was wet enough, I started stretching him out with my fingers. Charles let out a needy moan of pleasure. Hearing that, I crawled up his body and kissed him deeply.
"Thank you, sir," he whimpered against my lips, completely under the control of the app.
After working his tight hole a bit more, I lined myself up and pushed my cock all the way inside him. We both let out a loud groan of pure ecstasy. I began to fuck him in a steady, hard rhythm while he started stroking his own hard length. The moans in the room grew louder. I leaned down to kiss him again, trailing my tongue down to lick and bite at his nipples before capturing his mouth once more.
We kept going for a wild half-hour until I finally hit his sweet spot and came deep inside him. I watched my semen slowly leak out of his ruined ass while his face was locked in a daze of pure pleasure. While he was still recovering, I told him to make room for me on the bed and crawl down to suck my cock, a little reward for his hard work tonight.
I donāt know how much time passed, but suddenly, exactly twenty-four hours after the activation, the warmth in his eyes completely vanished. His expression turned perfectly blank and vacant. He sat up straight in bed, looked directly at me with a robotic, unblinking stare, and spoke in a monotone, synthetic voice:
"Sir, your period with this subject has expired. Thank you for using the PicsControl app and for adding this element to the company catalog. We remind you that you can find Charles in the app catalog for future bookings. Thank you and goodbye."
As soon as the corporate message finished playing from his lips, Charles stood up like a machine. He mechanically put his clothes back on and walked out of the bedroom without a single backward glance. Looking out the window of my isolated estate, I saw a sleek black corporate car waiting for him by the gate. He climbed into the back seat, and the car vanished silently into the night.
I collapsed back onto the bed and grabbed my phone to leave a five-star review. Curious, I clicked on Charles's profile in the app, only to see that his calendar was already fully booked for months in advance by other wealthy users.
"I'm back! Sorry for the months of silence, but I've been really busy. I hope you enjoy this first story connected to the 'PicsControl' series. Tell me, who should be the next subject? Next chapters will be only for subscribers. See you soon with the next stories and images!"
HERE YOU CAN FIND THE PROLOGUE:
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Something feels different. Right. Almost as if Iāve been reborn overnight. Everything is so much clearer. Simpler. I exist to obey. To serve. To facilitate pleasure in other men. But not āIā. Thisā¦ Unit. Thatās correct. This Unit is now ready to fulfil its true functionā¦
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