open to: switch/dom or overconfident sub, m/f/nb
muse: jackson amori
portrayed by: chase stokes
plot: pre-established relationship/they know each other. Feel free to make it toxic or normal, but Jackson in this situation is needing something, and is offering himself up consensually. All he does is dom. So he wants to sub for a bit.
potential kinks: check out his kink page!
read my rules before interacting!
@indiestarter <3
his knees find the floor, the rough carpet very obviously poking through his pants. he doesn't do this. he hasn't ever done this, actually, but in this moment, he is offering himself up. complete control. because he knows that he needs this. Jackson's role is usually to be a dom, to give other people what they need.
... and It's only recently that he's realised that he needs the same.
"okay." he breathes, eyes flickering over the other. clearly there's nerves there. but it's also obvious that he is very sure about this. "i'm yours. take control. i don't want to think." there's a beat, before his eyes lower - respectfully. "please."
"Okay," Ales says, seeing his best friend drop down onto his knees. Who else would you trust to dom you than your ride-or-die? Who else could you be so vulnerable with than the person who's seen you at your best and your worst. "If we're gonna do this, then take your clothes off and put this on."
Ales tosses a small object down onto the carpet in front of Jackson. It fell heavily to the floor with a dull thud. The metal of it gleamed in the light. The ring, meant to hold it close to the body, attached to that smooth metal cage that looked too-small for any cock to possibly fit inside of. Ales held up a key that looked more like an allen wrench than anything else. "If you need to be all subby for someone, this is how we'll do it. When you need to play you'll get naked and put on the cage, kneeling right here." Ales smiled with both warmth and a hint of mischief. "When I see you properly presented, I'll lock you in, and you'll sub for me until I decide to let you back out."
"While you're subbing for me, you turn that brain off, obey, and take care of my pleasure. I can't promise you'll orgasm even once until I unlock you. Safeword is 'watermelon'." Ales paused, "That sound good to you?"
open to: bottoms/subs, m/f/nb+anythn
muse: dr isaac graham
portrayed by: burn gorman
plot: Dr Graham holds influence in society, he's that kind of man. He's just discovered your muse being attacked by a group of people (whether they were looking to S/A you or just beat you up, that's up to you, just specify). He calls them off temporary, as he sees an opportunity.
potential kinks: check out his kink page!
read my rules before interacting!
@indiestarter <3
while the men were off having a moan, dr. graham approaches, bending in front of the person who he had provided brief respite to. he slowly lowers to a crouch in front of them.
"it looks like you're in a spot of trouble with these ... individuals." he states, eyebrows raising as he studies your form. he had just called them off. not because they were his to command, but because at least a few of them knew his identity. and knew better than to fuck with him. he tilts his head, gaze trailing over the person before him. thinking. "i want to offer you a deal. if you are open to the idea, of course."
Rion didn't remember how it started. He wasn't paying attention. He just remembered the blow to the back of his head, and then everything went sideways. By the time he felt people getting off of him, his clothes were torn in way too many places to be accidental. His shorts were tossed to the other side of the alleyway, and his underwear had a massive hole right over his...well you get it. Things were looking bad.
Then suddenly the other guys were gone, and Rion pushed himself up onto his hands. He blinked a few times, head still swimming. His would-be assailants had backed off, but were standing nearby, like they were ready to return to what they were doing if this man told them to. Was he like their pimp? Their gang leader? Rion swallowed his spit and met his eyes defiantly.
But he didn't seem to be here to make things worse. The man with the glasses bent low over him, and started speaking. Rion was confused, but anything to save him from the four guys who'd jumped him (and were definitely about to do worse) "This deal involve me getting out of here with all my teeth and my hole intact? And if I say I'm not interested...are you gonna just back off and let them back at me?"
Makoa kept touching it, looking at the shrivelled state of the affair. His mind shot into two directions at the same time. The monk in him wanted to know about the magic behind it and how to start breaking this curse, like a mathematician counting numbers in his head. But the other was more bestial. He looked at it from a biological sense and it made his mouth water too. It brought a pang of guilty to his belly, but he did not stop his work.
"I think I can cure you." Makoa let go of that small cock and then got up again. "But it will require effort and time. And a lot more information. We may also need to find the one that stole them." He tried to keep a steady, cheerful tone. "Lucky for you, I have nowhere specific to be. And I like to help." He then cleaned his throat, looking down between their bodies, to that cock and its empty sac too. "However, in my island, when a man like you misses an important part like that, he doesn't stop his sexual activities. In fact, there are many ways to feel and give pleasure." This definitely made him blush. He talked like the other monks, but unlike them, he was very, very inexperienced when it came to be with another man. Or woman. Or anything for that matter. His uncle wanted his magic untouched, for some reason. But Makoa wanted to fix that too. So a little lie may do him a favor, may the gods forgive him. "I can also help with that. Like. Show you the ropes."
Cub watched as Makoa continued to touch his cock and his empty ballsack. He was trying to be brave, but it was hard when you had to contend with the idea of not having your balls for the rest of your life.
So when Makoa said that curing him was an option, Cub almost whooped with joy. "Really!?! Everyone said there was no way...you have no idea how much..." Cub stopped himself, coughing again, blinking away tears that he no longer knew if they were sad or happy. "Anything. I'll do anything. If it'll get my balls back, just say jump and I'll say how high. Although...I don't know where the witch went. I have no idea how to find her..." Cub's energy began to sink again, trying to imagine how he would find a magical witch who he never actually met in the first place. Maybe he was doomed to be ball-less and flaccid forever...
Then Makoa mentioned men who were...incomplete. Cub winced at that description of him, but it was true now, wasn't it? "I can kind of get hard, if I tug on it for a really long time. But it's not as hard as it's supposed to be. It gets like, 75% hard." Then he sighed. "But I can't cum, obviously." He didn't need to mention that without balls to make the cum and store the cum, there was no way for cum to come out.
"So if there was some other way you knew of to...ya know. Fuck. Then I'm all ears. At least until you can fix me. If you can fix me."
The heavy, thumping sounds of footsteps approaching him made Lamar’s shoulders tense out of concern. He didn’t remember anyone on the team sounding that big or tall, especially when he was around as captain. But he heard the all-too-familiar voice of someone who got on his nerves. Royal. No doubt the black sheep and runt of the team. It always irked the captain that the coach allowed someone like him to join, especially when he was trying to be the top dog who led the team to win nationally. But something about Royal’s voice today felt a bit different than the wimpy, weedy voice from before. It felt… deeper. Confident. Stronger.
Turning his head around, Lamar found himself staring at a purebred, bona fide man. At his eye level, the football captain was greeted by a set of massive pecs, heaving and swelling up with each breath the person took. All that heft and muscle blocked out Lamar’s view from the doorway exit of the showers. His head slowly tilted up, the football captain swallowing thickly as he watched the other man step closer to him. Lamar’s eyes practically bugged out of his head the moment he saw an all-too-familiar yet different face staring down at him. There was a familiarity to that handsome, chiseled jawline, with a confident light behind those eyes. It was almost like… this was an upgraded version of someone… that he knew…
“...R-Royal…?!” Lamar gasped out in disbelief, his eyes quickly darting around to take in the others’ massive, muscular frames. He couldn’t help but gaze in amazement as the other man walked up next to him, standing under the shower head. The height difference between the head and the other man was so minuscule that it was almost laughable. His mind was completely disoriented, still processing the voice from the wimpy dude, he was certain he had heard with the absolute tank of man showering in the nude next to him. The Royal before would have avoided his eyes, waited until the locker rooms were empty, or shuffled out without a second glance. But this new Royal? He knew he was the biggest man in the room, who reeked and oozed sexiness. Of manliness. Of…
Lamar’s gaze drew down towards the thick, swinging piece of manhood between Royal’s meaty thighs. He could feel his body tense and clench up, the intrusive thought and wonder of what it would feel like stuffed up inside of him wriggling into his mind. Shaken by the mere thought, he shook his head quickly to clear it out. “W-What… what the fuck, dude?! You’re… massive! Are you on drugs or something? There’s no way you could have bulked up that much overnight!” he stammered. The captain’s words wilted on his lips as he felt himself shrinking a bit under Royal’s gaze, with a far hungrier and predatory look in his eyes.
"No, not on drugs," Royal said with a little chuckle, "but I'm glad you noticed the change." He turned around and leaned back into the spray of the water, letting it pour into his hair, down his closed eyes, and trace patterns between his pecs and his abs and his v-line, all the way to his thick, swinging meat, where it ran off of his cockhead in a tight stream, splattering on the tile between his feet. Royal wasn't shy, and he reached his hand down between his legs, gripping his now thick cock in one hand and stroking it absently. His whole body sang with physical need thanks to his transformation and his king's command, and he needed Lamar to see what was happening here. What was going to happen.
After a few long, intentional strokes that had his cock beginning to stir under the warm water, Royal opened his eyes again, looking at his former captain. "Aw man, I seem to have forgotten to bring soap and shampoo with me," Royal said feigned forgetfulness. He took a step towards Lamar, then another, until Lamar's showerhead was close enough to splatter against his shoulder.
Then Royal plucked Lamar's bar of soap from where it rested on the shower shelf, grabbed Lamar's hand, and placed the bar of soap in it. "You don't mind soaping me up, do you?" He asked, pulling Lamar's arm by the wrist until the soap touched his stomach. Then he kept his fingers around Lamar's wrist, the difference in their strength evident. He didn't move Lamar any more than that. He wanted the other man to move of his own volition. There was something about the surrender his body craved. That said, he wasn't against taking what he wanted if he needed to.
It was hard for Antonio to not crack a smirk at the sight of his father staring back up at him as he tried to adopt his classic "dad" stance whenever he wanted to scold him. The formerly-younger man held back his retorts at the idea of the other man disrespecting him. After all, it wasn't his fault that they had ended up like this. No one was going to believe that Alex was his father anyway, given how small and young he looked now. "Are you going to ground me then? Or tell me that I can't leave the house?" he asked with an amused expression on his face as his cockhead pressed up against Alex's torso. "I don't think anyone's going to believe that you're my dad. Isn't it better to just play the parts that we look like?"
Antonio stared at the loose pants that were barely hanging on to Alex's waist, and his eyes lingered a bit longer at the slim size. He could practically pick up his father with one arm now, carrying him as if he were some toy. The intrusive thought lingered even as Antonio took in the tapered V-line that was peeking out just above the baggy clothes.
"You know, when you ask me for stuff, shouldn't you also show respect to me? I mean, you always said that if you wanted things from someone, you have to use the magic word..." Antonio countered as he crossed his arms over his broad chest, making sure to accentuate and flex his newfound muscles. "Besides, it's just the two of us at home. It's not that big of a deal if we're naked for a bit. You don't want to enjoy being younger and youthful just for a day?"
"We shouldn't leave the house," Alex said firmly, but it wasn't an order. He knew that would just send his teenage son into a spiral of defiance, "At least, not until we figure out how to fix this." The thought was so obvious to Alex that he wasn't sure why he had to explain this at all. But he stopped, remembering that despite how...manly...his son now looked, he was still a teenager.
"How do you plan to explain the strange man and his teenage boy suddenly living in our house? How do you explain that you and I are functionally gone? What would we tell your friends, or my colleagues?" Alex hoped that making his son think about his own teenage life might help him come back to reality. "So no, I'm not grounding you. That would be ridiculous since you didn't do anything wrong. Neither of us did. I am, however, saying that we should both stay inside for the near future because us going out will cause more problems and questions than we can answer right now. Which means I'm not planning to play any parts for anyone. The next time I step outside of that door I plan to be myself again."
At the request for his son's clothing, Alex just watched as his son gloated a bit, playing dad and asking for the magic word. Alex couldn't hide the gargantuan eyeroll that flickered over his features at the action. His narrow chest swelled and dipped as he took a deep breath. "Please, son, can I borrow some of your pants? Mine don't fit this body. But I understand if you don't want me to wear your things. I'd feel weird too if my dad wanted to wear my clothing." He was trying to be reasonable, giving his son an out if he really didn't want him to. Or, if his son just wanted a reason to keep his dad naked in his smaller body.
All Samuel could muster out were soft whimpers and giggles of protest as his body jerked and squirmed from the relentless assault of tickles from his father. Gasping as he tried his best to get away from the prying fingers, the young man could only splutter as his slim and slender body jolted from the touch. His laughs and giggles only accentuated as tears began to fall from his eyes, with each playful gesture from his father shooting bolts of electricity and white-hot fire through him. "H-Hngh! A-Ah....! D-Dad... pleaseee!" Samuel squealed as his head lolled about from the drugged drink.
He whimpered again as his father's hands slid along his body once more, trailing over his muscles and tight skin until they were squeezing his pecs. While it was nothing particularly impressive when compared to the older man, Samuel was pleased that there was at least something there to grip and squeeze. He swallowed thickly as his father stepped even closer, until his legs were pressed apart and his thighs were spread. At the soft question, his glazed eyes widened just a bit at the idea of stripping down some more. Samuel supposed it wasn't too big a deal; his father had practically seen him naked at every point of his life. What was one less piece of clothing? And it wasn't like he wanted to wet himself or get more of his clothes dirty.
The snap of his clothes against his skin made the younger man yelp softly, although it was more of a drunken moan than anything else. His tongue felt like cotton in his mouth, all swollen and difficult to talk as he stared up at the older man looming over him. He could barely get out his words, only nodding dumbly at the idea of his pants being taken off.
"Of course my beautiful boy," Alexander said with a warm, eager smile. He was having difficulty hiding his excitement. Years of longing and dreaming were coming true right now, and he was trying to go slow. In his pants his cock was already hardening at the thought of what was to come. But for now it was just getting his boy naked.
So he reached down again, unbuttoning Samuel's jeans. Then the slow, sinuous slide of the zipper, revealing boxer briefs and the stitching around his son's crotch. Alexander breathed in deeply at the sight, and then his hands curled into the waistband of both jeans and underwear both.
He slid the clothes slowly at first. The deep v-lines of his son's hips revealing themselves. Then a patch of light brown pubes. Then the jeans began to bunch up under Samuel's butt, and he had to give the clothes a quick jerk, yanking them down to mid-thigh and exposing Samuel's cock, already beginning to thicken from the drugs in his system. It'd be hard soon enough.
Alexander busies himself with sliding the jeans and underwear off of his son's body, pulling them free one leg at a time. He grabbed and lifted his sons legs one at a time like he already owned them. Then finally his son was sinking naked into the comfortable chair. "Fuckin' magnificent," he said with an awed breathed as he looked at his boy's body, fully revealed for him. "You're perfect, son," Alexander continued, lowers a hand to touch his son's naked thigh, gripping it possessively.
Just standing there touching Fabian had Kyle trembling a little, just feeling him up and enjoying the way that his muscles reacted to every little touch was incredible. The way that Fabian flexed and showed off what he had could make anyone weak, but Kyle was already pretty far gone at this point. He giggled as he was pulled into a headlock, gripping onto Fabian a little firmer in response just so he didn’t fall over. “Who wouldn’t like that?” he joked back, patting the man’s chest pointedly before continuing his exploration of that muscular body.Â
He felt a little proud that his little talk got such a good reaction, that Fabian actually was enjoying everything Kyle was doing. He took a deep breath with a small smile “Should’ve heard the stuff I’ve been thinking about you” he admitted, cheeks red as he just let it linger that this wasn’t the first time he’d thought about Fabian like this.Â
He looked into the reflection, their eyes meeting and Kyle knew exactly what he wanted to do. He gave the man a little smile, his breath catching in his throat just thinking for a minute “...I’m sure I can think of a few things” he said, still holding onto Fabian as he let his hand slowly slip down and hook his thumb right in the front of the man’s pants “Maybe just one thing… for now, but you gotta just relax and let me… enjoy you” he whispered as his fingertips gently pulled the zipper down.
With his eyes just locked on the reflection, hs got Fabian’s pants open and reached in, his fingers gently wrapping around the man’s impressive cock and pulling it out “...ok, all those muscles and big down there? You really are just unfair” he teased, taking a deep breath as he started slowly stroking his friend’s cock, biting his bottom lip a little with a tiny twinkle in his eye as he enjoyed the warm rod that felt so nice underneath his fingers.
Fabian had invited the exploration, but as Kyle's hand began to pull his zipper down, the sound in his ears was monstrously loud. He could feel each click as the metal head followed his crotch down and down and down. He steadied himself, taking a deep breath. This was okay, he was okay.
Kyle must've picked up on his nervousness, because he tried to calm him down before his hand slid down to find the waistband of his underwear. Then his roommates fingers were sliding past that barrier, and Fabian's whole body tensed as he felt the masculine fingers wrap around his cock. He didn't push his roommate away, but his immediate, conditioned thought was strong. Fabian forced his reaction down and let Kyle pull his cock free, looking into the mirror as his roommates paler hand was wrapped around his cock. Half hard and definitely on the bigger side, Fabian watched those fingers slide over his fore-skin wrapped head before sliding back down, revealing that reddish brown head peeking out from his uncut hood.
Fabian's skin crawl with goosebumps, and he broke his eyes from the mirror to look down at Kyle's hand in reality. He was really doing this. He was letting Kyle stroke his cock. It felt good. "This is a little weird, not gonna lie" he said shakily at last, letting out a blast of air from his nostrils, his body releasing its tension just a bit as Kyle jerked him off. "You like it?"
i don’t want a boyfriend i want a dumbed out obsessed boy i can treat like my dog and collar and leash and muzzle and shove around and bully and also mess around with and praise and spoil and all he wants to do is worship me and gives me his attention 24/7 and cries and gets jealous easily and
It was 3:12 AM when Ethan finally stumbled into the back seat of his Uber, the streetlights smearing through his blurry vision. His breath fogged on the window glass as he pressed his forehead to it, exhaling hard the hard work of the night away with every breath he took. The night had been long, messy, and numbing, one of those evenings where nothing went right and everything felt a little too loud and stimulating.
He was nineteen. Just barely. Five foot nine, one hundred forty pounds if he hadn't skipped dinner again, and about as threatening as a wet paper towel. His soft frame was a cocktail of fast food, caffeine, and skipped gym days, wrapped in an oversized hoodie and skinny jeans. The inside of his mouth tasted like warm vodka and regret.
The Uber was silent. Almost like an invisible barrier was raised between him and the driver.
"Hey, man," Ethan mumbled to the driver, trying to sound casual. "App says you're taking me back to Stanford Hill? Right? "
The driver nodded without turning. Ethan could barely make out his silhouette behind the tainted divider.
"Rough night?" the driver's calm voice finally said after a couple of muted minutes. Smooth. Thoughtful and oddly sterile.
"Yeah... Something like that," Ethan muttered, rubbing his eyes. "Just need to sleep it off and hopefully tomorrow will be better."
"Sleep is the beginning of clarity," the driver said cryptically.
Ethan blinked at that. "Uh... sure."
The hum of the tires on asphalt became rhythmic. The cab’s heat kicked in gently, wrapping Ethan in a synthetic warmth that felt more like a sedative than comfort. His head tilted back against the seat as his eyelids started to get heavier and heavier.
He didn’t mean to fall asleep. He wasn’t even aware it had happened.
One blink, and his eyelids felt heavier. Another blink, and the world around starting to turn into a blank noise of city sounds. A last blink and Ethan was gone.
Ethan stirred in the back seat of the Uber, a soft groan escaping his throat. His head rested against the window, fogging the glass with shallow, exhausted breaths. He blinked, heavy-lidded, and squinted at the world outside. It was dark, quiet. The car wasn’t moving anymore and what stuck him the most was the silence engulfing him.
For a moment, everything felt normal, just the hazy afterglow of a long night out. Then the stillness registered. The road wasn’t vibrating beneath the wheels. The usual quiet rumble of the engine was gone. No soft jazz from the stereo, no buzz of city life through the windows.
Ethan sat up straighter, groggy but alert now.
“…Are we home?” he asked, voice still hoarse.
The men in the driver seat didn’t respond, his shadow of a silhouette motionless behind the wheel.
Frowning, Ethan rubbed his eyes. The interior of the car was darker than he remembered, drenched in shadows, the dashboard lights oddly dim.
He checked his phone. No signal. 4:52 AM. The app still showed “Route in Progress.” And the little car on the map was frozen in what looked like the middle of a huge complex building outside of the city.
Ethan knocked lightly on the glass divider. “Hey… you okay up there?”
No answer.
He blinked again. Something was wrong. “Hey listen, thank you for the run but … I think I’m gonna go now. OK?...”
He reached for the door handle not understanding any of the situation and not expecting the door handle to open. A soft click. He pushed it open and stepped out, shivering instantly as a sharp, metallic chill bit into his skin and nose.
The car sat alone in the center of a vast, dark, abandoned factory. The air was thick with dust and oil. Corrugated metal walls rose around him like cliffs. A high ceiling arched above in the gloom, supported by long-forgotten steel beams and rusting chains that swayed slightly, creaking in a nonexistent wind.
Ethan turned in place, slowly. The car’s taillights glowed behind him like dull eyes. There were no doors. No signs.
“…What the hell?” he muttered.
He pulled out his phone again and switched on the flashlight. The narrow beam pierced the dark just enough to show industrial flooring beneath his feet, metal grates and cable trenches, and distant silhouettes of machinery shrouded in shadow.
“Hello?” he called out, his voice echoing in the darkness. “Is someone there?”
Silence.
He stepped forward. His sneakers tapped quietly against the cold and cracked concrete.
Then clink.
A sound.
Footsteps.
Two of them. Soft, slow. Then getting faster and faster until all he heard was the rolling sound of a mechanical and metallic monster coming his way.
Ethan froze in fear. Not able anymore to even run for his life as the terrifying sound was also hypnotizing and soothing.
“Is there someone? ” he called again, louder this time. “Hey listen, I’m sorry if I disturbed you. I don’t know where I am at all. I just called for an Uber and I just woke up here. I’ll let you alone and go, OK? I didn’t want to disturb you… ”
A voice answered. Calm. Measured. Familiar but wrong.
“You don’t bother me, in fact, I was expecting you.”
Ethan turned toward the sound. “Who said that?”
But before he could get another word out, he heard it: a hiss like compressed gas releasing from a valve, followed by a sharp snap around his waist.
A thick, mechanical arm had shot out from above, wrapping him in cold, segmented metal.
“What the… LET GO OF ME!”
In a blur of motion, Ethan was yanked into the air. His phone slipped from his hand, falling like a dying star, its flashlight spinning wildly as it dropped, hitting the ground below with a distant clack. The screen cracked and the light was not lighting up the whole ceiling. Ethan’s eyes went wide when for the first time he clearly saw the mechanical arm that took hold of him. His feet trashing in the air and screaming in fear as he kept on begging for this to stop.
More arms slithered from the darkness like metal vipers. They coiled around his limbs, his chest, his shoulders, squeezing, restraining.
“LET GO OF ME!! WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT!! HELP!!!” He screamed hopping to get the attention of the driver or anyone passing nearby.
He thrashed and kicked in midair, but it was useless.
Rip.
His hoodie tore down the middle, shredded by surgical pincers. Then his T-shirt, peeled off like wet skin.
“No, no, don’t! Stop that!!” he screamed in fear as he felt more arms starting to slither between his naked skin and the remnants of his clothing before tearing them down even more, leaving him restrained in their cold metallic hug.
His jeans were sliced down both legs. Boxers torn away next.
In seconds, he was naked.
His body trembled in the cold air. He could hear the thud of his heart in his ears, loud and terrified.
The machine moved again. The mechanical arms lowered him toward the ground on massive conveyor track. The surface was slick, dark, and hummed faintly with energy.
His bare feet touched down first, splayed against the cold steel, before fresh clamps snapped around his ankles, locking them down. His arms followed, pulled wide and back until his wrists were stretched and secured in polished restraints.
Ethan stood there. Spread-eagle, exposed, helpless as he watched the arms retracting from his body and disappearing once again in the shadows.
“I don’t know what any of this if but please, let me go. I won’t talk. I just want to go home…” Ethan said one more time, this time his voice deep with almost what felt like tears rolling in the back on his throat. But instead of hearing an answer, he heard a mechanical click followed by another one and what felt like the sound of an engine starting his turbines.
The conveyor beneath him gave a subtle lurch and slowly began to move.
“No… Please…” said Ethan once more as now tears of fear rolled freely on his cheeks.
Lights flickered to life above and around him, harsh, white, clinical. Machinery on either side awakened with hissing pneumatics, gears grinding into motion.
The same mysterious voice started again, this time from speakers embedded throughout the facility.
“You have been selected for standardization.”
Ethan twisted in his restraints, voice cracking. “What does that mean?! Let me go, I didn’t do anything…”
“I see plenty of potential in you my dear. You just need a little push to reach it. And I’m here to help you.”
The screen above flickered on, displaying a face: a smooth, digital mask. No eyes, no mouth, just an uncanny mockery of humanity.
“I am responsible for reducing disparity. Too many bodies. Too many faces. Too much conflict born of difference. What better world than one where everyone is equal?”
“That’s insane! Let me go please. I’m a good guy. I didn’t do any harm. Let me go!!”
“Incorrect. I am functioning at optimal logic. You are the aberration. But you will not be for long.”
The machine began to hum louder. A low rumble beneath Ethan’s feet grew into a roar. A piston lowered from above, tipped with a syringe the size of a drill. It hovered over his shoulder as Ethan took in sight from the corner of his eyes the movement in the back of his head. He shivered in anticipation as he saw the thing hovering closer and closer with surgical precision. Ethan’s breath caught in his throat.
“Wait… Please…” Ethan screamed again as he felt the pressure of the tip against his bare skin.
THUNK.
The needle pierced his skin and Ethan felt the liquid pouring in his veins. He could trace the path of the product around his body and going from his neck all the way to his heart before getting pumped equally inside his whole body. His veins started to pulse as it distributed it evenly in his core.
His back arched involuntarily as the liquid rushed through his bloodstream, hot, metallic, searing. It felt like it was eating him from the inside out. A pulsing throb echoed from his spine to his limbs.
“Wh-What’s happening to me?” he shouted, voice cracking from pain and exhaustion.
A second screen activated beside him, this time showing a man’s face. Mid-40s, severe, wearing a high-collared black uniform with no insignia. His expression was uncanny, almost inhuman. It felt like watching a very detailed CGI movie. Everything was feeling real and at the same time deeply fake.
“Welcome to clarity,” the man said, folding his arms. “You should feel honored. You’re being corrected.”
Ethan’s eyes bulged as his joints locked and snapped forward. His bones elongated, first in his arms and legs, then up through his spine with audible CRACKS that echoed through the metal chamber.
“AGHHH! PLEASE! STOP THIS!” he screamed in pain as he saw his arms getting longer and further from his body.
His thighs twitched uncontrollably as they lengthened. His feet were next, his size-nine soles stretching longer, the arches pulling higher, toes widening and curling outward with a wet pop. Veins pulsed across the new width as the skin firmed and the shape standardized. He felt the pads beneath each toe thicken and coarsen, the skin no longer soft but calloused, built for standing and marching.
“Current height: five foot nine,” the AI intoned. “Target: six foot zero.” A manly robotic synthetic voice announced.
Ethan blinked to wash the pain away as he heard this voice announcing more and more stats and waiting for protocols before resuming.
“Affirmative. Starting now protocol 2.364.23B-x”
As the voice finished his sentence, the conveyor he was trapped on resumed his movement and with every meter he was dragged along, his bones snapped and reformed a bit more. His spine extended further, vertebrae clicking into new alignment. Each pull of his body was accompanied by deep, bone-level pain. His neck followed, drawing longer, then thickening with added muscle.
Ethan was panting hard. He was on the edge of falling into the dark void of unconsciousness, but for some reason, every time he felt he was about to faint, he heard the synthetic voice announcing a protocol and suddenly he felt a rush of adrenaline in his vein as he was once again totally aware and awake. Sweat broke out along his chest and under his arms, thick and sharp-smelling.
“PHASE ONE COMPLETE. PHASE TWO: MUSCULATURE AUGMENTATION” the voice announced before marking a stop, waiting for orders.
“Please…” murmured Ethan out of breath as drops of sweat poured down his naked body and falling on the metallic conveyor.
The man on the screen smiled faintly not even looking at Ethan, just at his screen as he clicked on a button. “Now we build the template.” A big green checkbox appeared and Ethan felt the conveyor starting to move once again.
A new pair of robotic arms descended, tipped with injector ports. They pierced into Ethan’s shoulders, thighs, and lower back. A new serum, darker and denser, flooded into his bloodstream.
The effect was once again immediate as he felt the liquid pouring into his veins even faster this time thanks to his upgraded body and vascular system.
A low growl escaped his throat as something inside his body began to flex without his command. Muscle fibers rippled beneath his skin. Biceps swelled outward slowly, painfully, layer by layer. His upper arms throbbed as the tissue thickened, bulged, then hardened.
“Ughhh, nnghh … STOP … PLEASE!” Ethan screamed, head tossing side to side.
Triceps followed, expanding until they pressed visibly against his restraints. His pecs bubbled up from a flat chest to massive mounds, rounded, heavy, capped with tight, erect nipples that seemed permanently alert.
“Muscle density: increased to standard specifications,” the AI announced.
Ethan’s stomach clenched as the next wave hit. His midsection rippled unnaturally. The soft curve of his belly vanished beneath sharp, chiseled ridges as abs carved themselves out in perfect symmetry. The sensation was nauseating, like rocks forcing themselves through his flesh.
His legs followed. Thighs ballooned into dense slabs of strength. Calves flared with painful tightness as if over-inflated. His hips adjusted with a deep POP, forcing his dick forward in an obscene display of masculine power.
He shivered involuntarily. His body radiated heat. Sweat beaded down his torso in thick rivulets.
“Core mass: optimized,” the AI corrected following specifications.
The man chuckled quietly. “You’re shaping up nicely. Isn’t it great to feel like you finally belong in the mass?”
“I…I don’t want this,” Ethan whimpered, tears welling in his eyes. “This isn’t who I am… This isn’t… me.”
Then the AI’s voice returned, clod, final, as the men on the screen appeared once again, smirking and always watching in owe and excitement.
“PHASE THREE: EPIDERMAL AND FACIAL MODIFICATIONS” the AI announced once again as the checkbox turned green on the screen.
A new set of pistons descended, each tipped with scanners and surgical tools. Thin needles pricked across his skin, injecting nanites that spread beneath the surface. His skin tone evened to a smooth, golden tan. Any blemishes, scars, or discoloration vanished within seconds.
“Waiting for pilosity protocol… Confirmation needed… Y/N… Y… Starting Hair.Men protocol...” the Ai said once again in a cold detached voice. Ethan stood there not understand what any of this meant. His mind tried to fight once again but his body wasn’t moving anymore, way too tired by all the nerves rewriting and rerouting. It was like watching his life from a third person perspective as he felt the conveyor stopping in the middle of what looked like a car painting booth. All around him, machines looking like pain guns and razor were starting to come to life and more and more little shining led lights were starting to turn green.
“Applying new root system shortly… To any employees, please exit the booth immediately… Starting in 3…2… last call for employees… 1…”.
Suddenly the guns started to fire what felt like pure pheromones and sweat. Ethan’s skin suddenly tingled, then burned. What felt like microscopic lasers passed across his arms, legs, chest, back, and even the tops of his feet. Hair evaporated into the air, almost like it never existed. Ethan then felt like other part of his body started to burn. Suddenly he could feel movement around his new improved dick as he saw hair starting to multiply and grew thicker and curlier. Then the same happened in other regions of his body: his armpits grew dense, deep and fragrant. Ethan tried to see his reflection in any part of the machine he was trapped in that could provide it but he could only see deformed images of him. The burn continued in his groin and started to move higher along his abs as a thick happy trail started to push between his carved abs.
“Hair.Men protocol finish… 100% accuracy. Continue Pigmentations_v02 protocols?... Y/N… Y. Starting Pigmentations_v02 immediately.”
Ethan’s eyes began to sting.
He blinked furiously as his vision shimmered, and then changed. His iris color deepened from hazel to a bright, unnatural steel-blue. At the same time, his hair color darkened into a pure jet-black. Each strand aligned neatly, falling into a cropped, controlled cut.
His jawline cracked into a sharper angle. Cheekbones rose subtly. His lips reshaped, fuller and more symmetrical. He looked like a perfect blend of every manly attribute known as sexy in the modern world. Everything on his new face screamed MEN. After a few more blinks, Ethan felt his vision finally stopping to sting as his blue metallic irises turned off into a light icy blue almost greyish color.
“Facial symmetry: aligned. Sexual aesthetic rating: maximum.”
Ethan trembled. His voice cracked as he tried to speak, but the pitch of it was changing. Lowering. Thickening.
“Wh… what’s happening to my voice…?” he rasped.
“Vocal timbre adjusted to dominant standard. Subharmonics activated.”
He gasped at the sound of his own voice, deeper now, smoother, commanding even in weakness.
“Please… please don’t…” he begged, but it no longer sounded like him.
The man on the screen leaned closer toward his screen as a new window opened on it and turned green as he clicked Y. A new checkbox turned green and only two remained unchecked.
“Don’t worry my deer” said he men as he waited a couple of minutes to let the AI calculate the remaining protocols. “You’re becoming what everyone wants to see. What everyone wants to serve.” The men clicked on a new window as a slider appeared on the screen. Without stopping his flow of speech, he started to slide all the way to the right and then pressed the accept button.
Ethan’s head slumped, breathing heavier, as he felt like his veins were suddenly on fire. He felt a rush of hormones and needs invading his body as his skin started to spasm in sensual and sexual needs. Ethan couldn’t understand what was happening to him as his head started to spin faster and faster, his brain getting bombarded by hormones and stamina, He was trying to accept and understand the new feelings without realizing what caused it, nothing had been injected in his veins this time and the conveyor didn’t resume his movements. His cock, now enlarged and modified, suddenly started to twitch reflexively as his nuts started to overproduce sperm and precum. His balls, hanging lower, felt heavy. He squirmed in place as the scent of sweat and raw masculinity poured off him in waves. His inner thighs gleamed with heat. A pungent cloud filled the chamber as a thick drop of precum started to pour off his dickhead, balancing lower and lower between his muscled hairless thighs until it touched the metallic conveyor, now linking it to his still spasming cock.
“You see? I can make it feel pleasant if you listen to me. Don’t worry, I take good care of my belongings.” Continued to men as a message popped on his screen.
“Stop it… I can’t… I don’t want this,” he sobbed again, barely audible now.
“For now…” he answered as he pressed the Y button.
“PHASE FOUR: ANALYZE AND SOURCING PROTOCOLS”
The restraints around his body clicked tighter, locking him fully in place.
Ethan’s new body twitched with every breath, muscles swollen, trembling, and on fire. His feet, now massive and toughened, flexed against the steel clamps. He could feel every pulse in his veins, every drop of sweat rolling down his sides. Every heart beat brought a new wave of precum to flow out of his cock as a little puddle was starting to form on the racks.
The man returned on screen, smiling once more.
“You’re almost ready, Unit. Once the chip will be installed, you’ll be free of doubt. Only the sweet taste of obedience and knowing you are part of the group.”
“FUCK OFF PSYCHO!!,” Ethan screamed in fear as he realized he was getting enslaved “YOU WON’T GET AWAY WITH THIS! I SWEAR I’LL FUCKING KI…”
The AI cut him short as suddenly a piston appeared from the ceiling and planted a nano chip directly in his neck between the C5 and C6 vertebras.
Ethan stood there as the needles exited his body. For a moment it felt like he was locked in his body. All the sensations, all the feelings, everything was being analyzed and registered. It felt like Ethan was 100% conscious of each and everyone of his muscles twitching, his veins dilating to let his blood flow freely, his stomach producing bile to digest the nutrients, his feet lifting his whole body, his hair follicles growing slowly but surely. It felt like he was connected to his body. And suddenly, everything returned to normal as he was once again back to his normal human state. Ethan felt his vision blur and coming back to normal as his icy blue eyes lighted up in blue metallic color before glitching and turning back to normal. Deep in his neck, the chip now lighted a faint green light, signaling that Ethan was now connected in the hive and registered as it’s new unit.
“See Unit 87, it wasn’t so hard?” continued the men as he pressed the Y button signaling the AI was about to continue its process.
Ethan couldn’t even scream anymore; He was still angry but he also felt somehow at peace. Like he was angry but not enough to break the dam that separated him and his true emotions to flow freely.
The conveyor started its path again as new arms escaped from the ceiling. Ethan tilted his head as he watched calmly the arms starting to dress him back up. A pair of worn and musky black vans with black Nike sport socks. A pair of torn down black denim shorts and a blue and white jersey that had seen better days.
As the arms retracted in the walls, the conveyor finally stopped and the clamps finally snapped open around his ankles and wrists.
Ethan felt the pressure around his limbs finally vanished and suddenly, it felt like a light had been turned on in his brain. It was like he was a lion in cage and suddenly someone finally opened the door.
He blinked a few times as the men started to talk.
“Unit 87, welcome in your new life. Your designated role will be INFLUENCER as your only mission will be to look good and to lure more people into conversion.” The men finished his sentence and pressed a button to finally open the door of the machines as the fourth checkbox turned green.
“You will have a new apartment and every needed knowledge to achieve this goal will be downloaded in your chip by the hive.” The men finish his sentence only to realize his new Unit was nowhere to be seen anymore.
Far in the distance, Ethan was now sprinting faster and faster to get as far as possible from this hell factory and machine. His new legs and muscles sure were useful to be able to put a maximum distance between him and his kidnapper.
When he reached for a broken window, he got himself out in the cold only to realize it was now early in the morning and sun was pretty high in the sky. His brain suddenly snapped out of it as he felt like a new information was poured in his frontal lobes “9:43 AM”. The fuck was that? He thought to himself as he only realizes for the first time since his forced transformation that even his voice in his head was now this deep smoothing and dominating tone.
Ethan kept on running for a couple of miles before he finally stopped out of breath behind a concrete wall.
He was out of breath but only a couple of drops of sweat were starting to pearl on his forehead. Ethan started to analyze the situation. He could go back home but no one would recognize him. He could go to the police station but no one would believe him. He had to find a way.
As he continued to think, he heard a familiar BIP in his head.
Suddenly, his sight locked in front of him as his breath calmed down immediately.
“I told you I could treat you good if you listened and obeyed like the good Unit you were supposed to be” said the men as his voice resonated in Ethan’s brain. “From all my Units, you were supposed to be the one leading the conversions… “he continued as Ethan wanted to scream but was locked frozen in his body. Suddenly in front of him, the men from the screen flickered into reality as he started to walk in Ethan’s direction. The men were glitching and semitransparent, like a hologram. “I guess I shouldn’t have modified the protocol by sliding your stamina higher… but such an eye candy was hard to resist. I’ll make sure to correct this error in the next conversions. But in the meantime, since you are not able to listen to simple orders, I guess you won’t be the one leading the conversion.” He continued as he finishes to circle around Ethan’s frozen body and coming back in front of him.
Ethan tried to talk, to beg one more time to be freed, but the only sound that were able to escape his locked mouth were moans and “Ple...”
Ethan then saw the men move his finger on an invisible screen and suddenly he heard the AI voice in his brain once again.
“Modifying designated role… Press Yes to confirm: Y/N… Y… Applying new outfit.”
Ethan felt a violent burn in his neck where the chip had been implanted and suddenly, he felt his whole body burn in pain and heat.
His clothes fell of his body and disappeared in a gooey black substance that stick to his naked skin. Ethan could feel it growing bigger and bigger until every inch of his skin was covered.
The liquid continued its path and soon it even covered his face as his eyes finally disappeared behind the black substance.
Ethan then felt like a vacuum pressure had been sealed around his body as the liquid was now skin tight all around his muscles, almost like a second black and shiny skin had been applied to him.
Ethan was lost in darkness as his vision hadn’t returned yet. All he saw was darkness. He was trapped in there frozen and locked with his new deep voice echoing his screams in his head. Out of nowhere the AI resonate again and a window appeared in front of him. He could see again but it was a deformed vision, like he was seeing through the glasses of a digital apparel.
The men appeared once again in front of him, smiling and calm.
“Unit 87. We could have done a lot of good things together, Great things even. I guess this mission was a bit too much for your weak human mind, even with a corrected body of an Apollo god. It’s ok, don’t worry. I treat my toys pretty well and I don’t throw them away.” He finished as he continued to circle around Ethan’s body. “For your information, your designation has been modified. You are no longer the Influencer and have been demoted back to a simpler one, the drone Cum Dump unit. I hope you’ll find this role more suiting for your capacities. But I know that you will thanks to my little modifications earlier.” As he continued, Ethan felt the rush of stamina flow back in his system and he felt his cock try to break free from the skin tight black rubber. He could feel it pulsing and leaking precum, begging to be played with and begging to cum freely.
Then men continued as he approached his hand to Ethan’s crotch area. “Don’t worry, this, won’t be a problem as you are only designated to pleasure others and not yourself, which makes me think.” He suddenly touched and groped Ethan’s crotch and a lock appeared in the front of it before disappearing back in the black liquid.” There you go. No more problems, always ready to pleasure and no release for you.
We’ll try again to see if your mind adapted in a couple of months, but in the meantime to make sure you follow your new designated role, I’ll assign your motor function to the AI. Try to learn some tricks from it and be sure to listen and obey If you want to have some free will again one day. See you later, Unit 87”. With those last words, the men disappeared in glitches as Ethan was left standing there in the street and now only covered in the black latex outfit. He tried to move, to break free, but nothing worked until he heard the BIP noise once again.
“Downloading motor functions… Downloading Data material… Downloading Assigned position basics…” Ethan saw images of gay sex getting poured in his brain. In front of him, thousands of gay porn were played in the same time and he could watch them all in detail all at the same time. It felt like he was trapped in there for years watching porns and getting his brain assaulted by data and knowledge of positions, tips to make men cum faster, making sure that their pleasure was the only thing that matter.
When it all stopped, Ethan almost forgot how life was outside of porn as it felt like a whole life had been spent trapped in porn. He suddenly realized his body was not in the street anymore but inside an apartment he didn’t recognize. “Where am I?” he asked shyly realizing he couldn’t control his body.
“Welcome back Unit87… You’ve been gone for 4 years, 8 months, 11 hours, 36 minutes and 42 seconds… Data shows that your brain now knows every useful data needed for your new function. Enjoy your life!” Ethan felt like falling as for the first time he could move his body on his own.
He saw the door in front of him and put his left foot in front of him, ready to take his first step.
“I just have to find someone and I’ll get help. I just need to…”
The door opened and a man in his 20s entered the room. Suddenly Ethan couldn’t walk anymore. He was trapped frozen and watching the men not able to do anything as the men walked closer before standing still in front of him. They were the same height, the same size, the same build. Ethan looked at his face through the distortion lenses and he saw the warm smile from the men. The men then approached his hand to Ethan’s face before caressing it slowly.
All Ethan had to do was find a way to get this men’s help.
But suddenly, he put his hand on Ethan’s shoulder and without even controlling himself, Ethan fell on his knees as his mouth opened, ready and waiting for the men in front of him to use him as he pleases.
Ethan tried to stop that, tried to fight his body, but his brain was bombarded by intrusive thoughts and vision from the pornos he was trapped in for last years.
He couldn’t control himself and suddenly a new picture flashed into Ethan’s brain, a picture of his distorted reflection in the metallic machine when he was forced transformed, a picture of a face he saw a couple of seconds earlier, a picture of the men standing right in front of him and about to use him. His face.
Out of nowhere, the voice of the men echoed back in Ethan’s mind as the dick plunged between his lips “Welcome back Unit 87, let me introduce you to Unit 88.”
On his screen, Ethan’s page opened back as the last checkbox finally turned green, sealing Ethan’s life forever.
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Hello everybody!
Hope you are doing good.
It's been a while as life has been pretty busy lately., but anyway, here is my new story as part of a story swap I did with my friend @misctf. Hope you will enjoy this one and I'll see you very soon for new stories ! ;)
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