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Catching the Bug -Part IV The Initiation
As he called the the meeting to order, Phi Tau fraternity president Lincoln Baxter III shifted nervously.

He had been gone for two weeks while his grandfather (and namesake) recovered from a stroke and coma and with his first meeting back since arriving an hour or so ago to the frat house, Lincoln couldn’t shake a feeling of uneasiness.

“Earth to Aaron. Hello,” Lincoln said waving his hand in front of Aaron’s face. “Jesus, bro. How much weed did you smoke?”

“We no longer have need for cannabis,” Aaron responded in a flat tone.

Lincoln chucked. “Since when? And what’s this ‘we’ shit?”

“We as in my fellow dro…brothers.”

“At least you finally shaved that stupid beard. You were starting to look homeless,” Lincoln said with a laugh. No one in the room even chuckled.

Dalton, the pledge master sat next to Aaron, never breaking his gaze of Lincoln. Lincoln suspected it was because he’d missed two weeks of frosh orientation, leavin Dalton to basically run things in his absence.

Lincoln stared at him. “Bro, seriously. What is wrong with him?”

His four fellow fraternity brothers laughed as some inside joke until Dalton raised his hand and brought his fingers to his palm. It was almost as if Dalton had hit mute.

Lincoln looked to the right. On the far end of the table sat Taylor one of the few African American members of the frat. He was always impeccably dressed and always seemed to have some chip on his shoulder. He was the smartest guy in the frat house and competitive to a fault. The kind of guy who always spoke up in house meetings. Not today. He was sitting so quietly. Lincoln didn’t know why, but it unnerved him.

He half expected Brandon to smile any second and tell him they were just punking him. Brandon was the king of practical jokes and sarcastic quips.  Ane when he wasn’t joking, he could rarely seen without his Xbox One controller in hand, talking about the latest “Call of Duty” campaign. His game controller was nowhere to be seen. He was even quieter than Taylor, if that was humanly possible.

Lincoln broke the silence. “Would any of you dickheads like to tell me what the hell is going on? You’re all acting weird.”

One by one, his fellow brothers said “We’re fine” in a quick loop.

“Dalton, seriously. What the hell is going on?”

Dalton rose up slowly. Three pairs of eyes followed him as if waiting for a command. He was standing a bit too close to Lincoln.

Aaron, meanwhile, rose and locked the door.

“OK, guys, the joke’s over, I’ve had enough,” Lincoln said, trying to rise up from his seat.

“We’re just getting started,” Dalton said as he held Lincoln down.

Lincoln felt a jolt of electricity as Dalton touched him. Kind of like a static shock, but it seemed to resonate deep within his core.

He then felt something crawl up his shirt color onto his neck. He moved to swat whatever it was away, but Brandon held his one arm and Dalton blocked the other.

“Just go with it, Bro,” Brandon said with a vacant smile. “It’s so much better if you don’t fight it.”

Numbness seemed to spread from the bite area to the rest of Lincoln’s neck.

“What did you do to me,” Lincoln asked as the numbness continued to spread.

“It’s starting to happen,” Taylor said, rubbing his crotch. “It’s so fucking hot to watch him succumb.”

“Let’s help our new brother relax,” Dalton said, unbuttoning Lincoln’s shirt.

“This isn’t right,” Lincoln thought just as he began to hear the buzzing of the nanobots beginning the process of reformatting his brain.

“Shhhh,” Aaron said, holding Lincoln’s arm. “You said you wanted to know what’s been going on while your gone. Now SEE IT.”

Lincoln began to see images –flickers of past moments. Like a movie playing out in front of him. Dalton coming back from class to find a box left on the fraternity’s doorstep. 

McMillan Industries. Dalton, assuming it was some new gaming system that Brandon ordered, bringing the box into the frat house.

“You can let go of his arms. Brother Lincoln won’t be any further trouble, isn’t that right?”

Lincoln didn’t answer. He was drooling and too lost in the images that were literally being injected into his brain. He didn’t even notice his brothers removing his jacket and shirt or when they pushed him on his back onto the table.

There was Dalton, hearing the sweet, buzzing sound Lincoln was now hearing. Infecting him, taking over his mind. Still holding his cell phone in his hand, his girlfriend assuming he pocket dialed her and finally hanging up. 

Dalton furiously beating his meat as the nanobots whispered about obedience being pleasure and pleasure being obedience. Dalton cumming and being absorbed fully to become Drone Dalton.

Drone Dalton tricking a stoned Aaron to come down into the basement and into the storage closet to see something Dalton told him that was guaranteed to blow his mind.

Aaron nearly passing out from the pleasure as the nanobots in Dalton’s saliva wormed their way into his piss slit.

Aaron practically begging for more of the wondrous little bots to fill his hole as Dalton’s hard dick hammered his butt like a piston.

Aaron finally giving himself fully to the mission and becoming drone Aaron as Dalton’s skilled hand coaxed some freshly made nanobots out of Drone Aaron’s cock.

Brandon walking in on his two naked fraternity brothers, their eerie smiles and strange gazes frightening him so much so that he fled. Dalton and Aaron chased after him with shouts of him needing to calm down and they would explain everything, Brandon locking himself in the bathroom as his brothers pounded on the door.

Brandon opening the bathroom door for the campus police officer he had called from his cell phone while locked in the bathroom, before Brandon realized the cop had the same dazed look and eerie smile.His fear fading not soon after the cop touched his neck and he felt a slight sting and then numbness.

Drone Brandon on his knees, stroking another load of nanobot-laced cum out of the campus cop as he and the cop repeated the mantra that obedience was pleasure, pleasure was obedience.

Drone Dalton surprising Taylor on his way to the shower pulling him into his room and locking lips with him until he stopped struggling.

Taylor –all thoughts of a shower long since abandoned, bent over with Dalton inserting more of the bots into his anal cavity with Dalton’s tongue.

All of the brothers in the house surrounding a pizza delivery guy who had the unfortunate luck of picking up the prank order that had been placed by Phi Tau’s rival fraternity. 

The pizza guy would soon Omega Epsilon with a payback delivery from the boys at Phi Tau.

Finally, Lincoln could see himself naked and on the table as each of his brothers took turns at fucking his hole. As one of his brothers (Brandon?) fucked a load of nanobot-laced cum out of him, Lincoln ceased to exist, leaving Drone Lincoln in his place.

Drone Lincoln couldn’t be any more happier than to serve the collective. 

Catching the Bug -Part III

“Any calls while I was gone,” Bennett Wyler asked as he walked past his assistant.

“Earth to Noah. Any calls?”

“Sorry, I must have…zoned out,” Noah said. “Um, no calls, but a delivery guy did drop off an envelope.”

Bennett walked into his office. Noah followed, carrying the envelope.

Noah closed and locked the door. Bennett turned to his assistant with a look of concern?

“He insisted I give it to you in private,” Noah said, walking towards his boss’ desk.

Noah dropped the unmarked envelope on Bennett’s desk. As Bennett reached for it, Noah scratch him and held his hand in place until several of the nanobots quickly crawled under Bennett’s skin.

“Noah, what is the meaning of this? Let me go!”

Noah’s eyes went gray and a perverse smile spread across his face as he watched his former boss become assimilated.

Or so he thought.

Bennett mustered enough strength to free himself from Noah’s grip. The actions did not compute.

“Don’t act so surprised,” Bennett said, sitting back in his leather office chair. “McMillan vowed revenge the day I fired him and I knew he was a man of his word. It was only a matter of time before he perfected his nanobots.”

“You will submit. You will become drone,” the drone that was formally Bennett’s assistant Noah said.

“McMillan wasn’t the only one dabbling in nanotech,” Bennett said, gritting his teeth. Ripples of movement could be seen underneath the skin where Noah had scratched him.

Bennett showed the drone his arm.

“My own tech. Amped up and attacking an invader just like my white blood cells would go after any other infection.”

Drone Noah sat there, processing the information. Bennett couldn’t help but continue to stare into his former assistant’s eyes.

“Such a pity, I had hoped to eventually introduce Noah to my own brand of bots,” Bennett said with a sigh. “Seeing you come into the office day after day wearing those skinny jeans that left nothing to the imagination, I had to resist the urge to just infect you and throw you over that desk and fuck you silly. Not before I completed the final human tests. I couldn’t bear the thought of you ending up like his predecessor –a brain dead, drooling neanderthal.”

“You will submit…” drone Noah repeated.

“Yes, yes, yes. Obedience is pleasure, pleasure is obedience and all that crap,” Bennett said, cutting him off. He glanced down on his tablet to monitor the progress of his nanobots squashing McMillan’s invasion. He had been correct. McMillan’s tech had been no match for his own.  

“You will…”

Bennett quickly pulled Noah’s face to his.

“Let’s get you stuck out of that loop you’re in. I promise you, it will feel even better than it does now.”

Bennett pulled Noah in for a kiss, but not just any kiss. His lips waged a full-on assault on the younger assistant. Particularly, Bennett made sure to thrust his tongue into the lad’s mouth. It was more than just a passionate french kiss. Though, to be fair, Bennett knew he was clearly enjoying it; his cock was as hard as steel.

No, the kiss didn’t merely arouse. It also made sure that plenty of Bennett’s saliva made its way into Noah’s mouth. Saliva that was literally swimming with Bennett’s nanites. It didn’t take long for them to have the desired effect. Noah initially was timid in returning the kiss, but soon the bots ignited a passion that hadn’t previously existed in the formally straight assistant.

Noah suddenly stopped as if he came to his senses.

“Mr. Wyler, what the fuck? Were you just kissing me?”

“Sleeping Beauty awakens,” Bennett said with a smile. “The threat has been subdued and you are more or less back to normal, but we can’t have that. You’ve come too far and seen too much.”

Noah attempted to back away from his boss, but his boss threw him up onto his desk and quickly pulled down Noah’s pants and underwear.
“I’m not gay. You can’t do this. Please! Don’t!”

“In a minute, you’ll be begging me not to stop.”

Bennett grabbed Noah by the balls.

“Be a good little assistant and just lean back and allow this to happen.”

There seemed to be an electric spark the minute Bennett’s tongue touched the piss slit of Noah’s cock. Bennett seemed to be intentionally pushing his spit into the head of Noah’s dick. Soon, a warm numbness spread through his now erect cock.

“Just give into the bliss,” Bennett said coming up for air before quickly plunging back down on Noah’s fuck stick

Noah heard a voice buzzing in his head. Softly at first, but growing louder the longer Bennett continued to suck.

“Admit it: Bennett is making you feel soooo good.”

“No!”

“Only Bennett can make you feel this good. You should let Bennett make you feel good. You want to let Bennett make you feel good. No need to fight it. Bennett is making you feel so good. It feels sooo good to let Bennett take control.”

Noah’s eyes rolled into the back of his head and his entire body shook as he shot his load down Bennett’s throat.

Bennett wasted no time in unzipping his own fly and fishing out his rock-hard cock. He pushed Noah onto his knees as he sat back in the chair.

Bennett rubbed the head of his dick until it produced precum that had an otherworldly shade of crimson. He brought his precum-soaked thumb to Noah’s lips. Noah sucked the liquid in, relishing it.

“That’s a good boy. From this moment on, you want nothing more than to please me, isn’t that right?”

It made perfect sense. It was, after all, his job as Bennett’s personal assistant to see to Bennett’s every need. Noah nodded as he bent down and covered his mouth over Bennett’s cock.

He ran his tongue along the thick vein running along the top of it as his hands kneaded Bennett’s balls.

“Yeah, that’s it. Eat my fucking cock. You’re a natural,” Bennett said, running his hands through Noah’s hair. Noah could only moan.

Bennett’s unique brand of nanites continued to flood into Noah’s mouth, quickly spreading to his brain, stroking it, coaxing it to produce dopamine, followed shortly thereafter by serotonin.

“You’d do anything for me, won’t you, Noah,” Bennett said, carassing Noah’s cheek just as the nanobots were kicking production of oxytocin in Noah’s brain into high gear.

“Anything,” Noah dreamily said.

He brought Noah up from his knees and touched the tip of his dick to Noah’s.

 The nanobots rushed from Bennett’s dick into Noah’s. Noah could actually feel them filling up his balls.

“More. I need more of you inside me,” Noah begged.

“I thought you’d never ask,” Bennett said, bending Noah over the desking and quickly thrusting into him. 

Noah cried out in pleasure. His boss seemed to be hitting a spot in his ass that Noah hadn’t even known existed before today and it felt incredible. His boss…his Master…was making him feel so good. It was only right to give into him completely.

“A few more thrusts and then no turning back. God, your ass is so fucking tight. It’s almost like it’s trying to squeeze the load out of me.”

Bennett felt the surge in his balls and thrust a final time into Noah’s ass, filling it with his nanobot-laced jizz.

“Assimilation complete,” Noah said as he blew his own nanowad across the desk.

Bennett slowly pulled his dick out of Noah, pulled up his pants and tucked in his shirt.

“Now,” he said, “You’re going to tell me everything you know about McMillan’s operation.”

Noah smilled. Everything that McMillan’s bots had imprinted on his brain now came spilling out like jizz.

Catching the Bug -Part II

It had been a slow morning and Noah Casper was counting down the hours until it hit 5 p.m. and he could head to the gym and then home to fuck his girlfriend Tiffany. He ran his fingers through his dark hair and looked up at the clock on the wall across from his desk. The seconds seemed to tick by at a glacial pace. He loosened his tie.

Today was going by slower than normal, what with his boss Mr. Wyler out at some big client presentation and not there to have Noah running all over town doing everything from picking up his dry cleaning to fetching his soy lattes. Noah didn’t mind. At least the errands got him out of the sterile office and into fresh air. It helped to pass the time when he was stuck in mid-day traffic. At least he could crank up the tunes.

With nothing left to do and no one watching him, he figured he might kill some time playing his favorite online, turn-based strategy game. Noah was so engrossed in BattleBots, he didn’t hear the package delivery guy until the guy cleared his throat.

Noah quickly minimized his game and shuffled some papers on his desk.

“Sorry, I, um, didn’t see you there.”

“I have a delivery for Bennett Wyler,” the delivery man said rather robotically.

“He’s not in, but I can sign for it,” Noah replied.

“My orders are to make the delivery directly to Bennett Wyler for…processing,” the guy replied. “When do you expect him to return?”

Noah quickly checked the Outlook calendar. “He’s not due back in until three. You can come back in two hours or I can sign for it and you can leave it with me. I’m Noah Casper. I’m Mr. Wyler’s personal assistant. I’ll make sure he gets it.”

Noah held out his hand, waiting for a handshake that never came. He sheepishly retracted his hand and eyed the guy dressed in khaki from head to toe. He seemed to be mulling what Noah had said in his head. Almost as if he was computing something.

Noah nervously made small talk.

“You’re a pretty big guy, I bet the chick must fall all over you, am I right? I work out like five times a week and I have yet to see you kind of gains. So, is it something you’re doing at the gym or do I need to quit this job and start delivering packages,” he said with a smile.

“Yes, it is acceptable for you to deliver packages,” the man said, setting the envelope on Noah’s desk and then shutting the office door.

“Must be something real important if you need privacy,” Noah said.

“Ensuring deliver is one of the most important things you will ever do,” the man said, moving uncomfortably close to Noah.

Noah glanced at the envelope and could almost swear he saw something move inside it.

The delivery guy thrust a computer tablet in front of Noah. Noah looked down to read what was on the screen and didn’t see the dozen or so metallic little bugs swarm out of the envelope and quickly crawl down the leg of his desk, across the floor and towards their newly-acquired target.

Noah had barely signed his name when he felt the first tiny bit. The shock was enough that he rose up from his desk.

“What the hell! Something just bit me.”

The delivery man calmly turned and locked the door.

“If it is any consolation, my former self is feeling some guilt,” the delivery guy said, suddenly rubbing his erection. “There, there, Jack Shepherd,” the man continued talking to himself. “That’s right. Obedience is pleasure. Pleasure is obedience.”

“I can feel them crawling up my leg. Why can’t I move,” Noah asked. “What the hell did you do to me?”

The drone that was delivery man Jack Shepherd gently stroked Noah’s face.

“Shhhh. Just be quiet now. Don’t worry. It’ll just be a moment more. A bit more pain and then amazing pleasure. You’ll see.”

Noah found that he could no longer cry out. This despite the fact that whatever was on him –and he could tell it appeared to we a dozen or so things judging from the lump moving under his jeans– had now reached his thigh before the plumb-sized lump seemed to split into two with one group heading towards his crotch and the other continuing its ascent up his torso and then onto his back.

And then the stinging returned. First, in his balls. The pain quickly turned to heat and finally a pleasant vibration. Despite the violation, Noah quickly found his 6.5 inch cock growing hard. Point five. Not half an inch. It was almost as if his brain was starting to think in purely mathematical terms.

A mass invaded his ass. His girlfriend had tried to stick a finger up there once when she was blowing him and he had pushed her off his dick. His butthole had been an exit only.

Now, he felt himself lift his leg up onto his desk as his hand tried to spread his hole to let more of them in. God, it felt so good.

“That’s it,” drone Jack said as he stroked his cock and watched Noah’s conversion. His own bots were releasing a steady stream of chemicals into his blissed out brain –dopamine, serotonin, oxytocin and vasopressin his Master had told him. It was making sure that his former self would never again feel even the slightest bit of guilt in carrying out the Master’s plans.

“That’s it, boy,” drone Jack continued. “Just relax and enjoy this. Feel the pleasure grow as you give in. Obedience is pleasure. Pleasure is obedience.”

Noah arched his back and moaned as the nanobots continued their anal assault. The other swarm, meanwhile, had dug into his spine and were now traveling up his brainstem. A calming sense quickly spread through his body. He started to drool.

“Give yourself over to us fully. Submit. Only then will you have release.”

Noah frantically undid his belt and pushed down his jeans and boxer briefs. He sat back in the chair, humping it and trying to get more and more of the nanobots to rub against that special place in his ass that he didn’t even know existed before today. Somewhere deep down inside of him, his old self was shocked that he was allowing himself to be fucked. His new self had no such problems. It just felt too good. His dick was leaking and begging for release.

“Obedience is pleasure,” drone Jack said.

Noah couldn’t agree more and found himself uttering the phrase back in between thrusts. “Obedience is pleasure.”

“Pleasure is obedience,” drone Jack continued as he ejaculated for the second time today. The nanobots flew from his dick and immediately crawled under Noah’s shirt. They would be needed later.

“Pleasure is obedience,” Noah said as his brain exploded in a host of chemicals and he was finally allowed to cum. The first six shots of human cum landed on the floor with a patter like heavy rain. The final volley from his dick were six or so nanobots that were nearly produced by his own balls. Like a proud father, he allowed them to crawl on his finger.

The drone that was delivery man Jack Shepherd smiled as he quickly put his dick away and zipped up.  

“You have your orders. Do not fail us.”

“All at Dynamic Biotech will know the pleasure of serving our Master,” drone Noah said.

Catching the Bug -Part I

Jack Shepherd hated his job as a package delivery guy, but had to keep his eyes on the prize. He got exercise from walking and lifting package and there were certainly worse ways to earn money to pay for his pre-med education.

It was his last package of his shift. A rather large box headed to some guy named Mack McMillan on Ocean Side Drive. Jack unbuttoned his top button of his shirt and puffed up his hairy and well-defined chest as he put the car in park on the driveway that lead to the McMillan place. He flexed his guns a few times to make sure they were showing as well defined as possible. Male or female, it didn’t matter to Jack. He’d flirt with anyone for a tip.

He got out of the car and checked his reflection in the side mirror one last time. He smoothed his hair back and smiled. Many a customer had swooned over Jack’s good looks and manly chest. With a little luck, this McMillan guy would gush as well.

He grabbed the package out of the side of the van. Despite being a somewhat large box, it was surprisingly light. He shut the door and walked up the driveway and to the house.

It was a single level home of modern design. Solar panels on the roof with a garage that looked big enough to house more than two cars. “This could be a big tip if I play my cards right,” Jack told himself as he rang the bell.

And waited.

“Shit,” he thought. “Probably no one home”

He rang the doorbell again and listened for any signs of movement. There was none.

Somewhat dejected, he turned from the door and began to head back to the van.

The door suddenly opened and Jack turned back around.

“Sorry I was out back by the pool and didn’t hear the doorbell. Can I help you,” the man asked.

“I have a package for Mack McMillan,” Jack replied.

“You’re looking at him,” the man said.

Jack eyed him up. Muscular build and wearing designer swim trunks, McMillan was either very wealthy, very gay, or just possibly both.

Jack fished the electronic signature device out of his back pocket, scanned the package barcode and then handed the stylus and device to the McMillan to sign.

Mack quickly signed the device and handed it back.

“Could I ask you a huge favor? Could you bring it in and set it on the counter? I’m still nursing a lifting injury.”

Jack pretended to hesitate and then finally relented and followed McMillan into the home.

“It’s actually surprisingly light,” Jack said, setting the box down on the marble countertop.

“It shouldn’t be. Would you mind if I opened it and made sure nothing is missing?”

Mack grabbed some scissors from a nearby drawer and opened the box.

Thousands of metallic little bugs swarmed out of the box the minute Mack opened the lid, running onto the counter.

“What the fuck,” Jack said.

Mack grabbed Jack by the neck with a grip that nearly cut off all air and held the delivery guy in place. With his other hand, he shoved Jack’s hand into the box. 

A swarm of the tiny mechanical bugs ran over Jack’s hand until one finally paused and then burrowed itself. It was followed by several others and Jack screamed out in pain.

Mack continued to hold Jack there until he stopped struggling. It didn’t take long. Jack soon heard a high pitched buzzing sound that distracted him from the hundreds of microscopic mechanical insects burrowing under his skin.

“That’s a good lad. My little nanobots should have taken control of your central nervous system by now.”

Jack’s eyes seemed to beg and plead with Mack.

“You’re frightened and scared for now, I get that,” Mack said, working a swarm of the little critters between his fingers. “You’ll come to see that this is for the best.”

Mack gently lowered the swarm back into the cardboard box and then turned back to Jack.

The humming in his head grew louder, but Jack found the white noise to be somewhat calming. It seemed to be whispering to him now. If he only listened closely, he might make out what the noise was saying. Yes, that was it. He just needed to stand there and listen and all would be revealed. 

“Let’s see what I’m working with,” Mack said, unbuttoning Jack’s shirt. Jack wanted to stop him, but he couldn’t lift his arms. They had grown so very, very heavy. It was better to let them be at his sides. Yes, that felt so much better. Why was he raising his arms again?

Jack was only half aware of the shirt falling off his body to the floor. Mack was kissing him all over now, but he was helpless to react or respond. Mack opened his trousers and fished out Jack’s cock. It flopped down in front of the waistband of his boxer briefs.

Mack watched as his babies seemed to ripple under Jack’s skin. He kissed Jack’s nipple as a few of them moved in a circle around it. Jack couldn’t help himself and let out a moan of pleasure.

Mack lowered Jack’s trousers, kneeling as he did so.

“Time to work on your dopamine, serotonin, oxytocin and vasopressin levels,” Mack said, slowly stroking Jack’s cock to hardness. “I’ve just got to prime the pump a little bit and then my little beauties will learn to replicate these chemical reactions.”

“The human body really is a nearly perfect machine,” Mack said, coming off Jack’s cock. “The dopamine should be kicking in now. It should feel like little electric fireworks going off in your brain.And each and every one of us is hooked on the stuff. The desire to recreate that pleasure again and again –it’s what controls us.”

Jack started to drool a little bit. It wasn’t lost on Mack, who nonetheless continued to stroke Jack’s dick.

“That would be the serotonin. Not quite the same high as the dopamine. It’s more like a warm hug. It just makes you feel good and content.”

He led Jack over to the couch and lowered him down onto it. “I’m going to finish swimming my laps while my little guys ramp up production of your dopamine and serotonin,” he said, holding Jack’s handsome face in his hands.

Jack felt pleasure shake throughout his body and then the buzzing seemed to tune into focus.

“Stroke,” it said.

Jack couldn’t bring himself to start jacking his cock in some stranger’s house. A stranger that had done something to him. Done something….”

The pleasure intensified.

“Obey,” the voice in his head said. Jack resisted.

In an instant, all pleasure and energy seemed to melt from his body.

“Stroke! Obey!”

“I obey,” Jack said with a calmness as he slowly began to slide his hand up and down on his fuckstick. The pleasure soon returned.

“Obedience is pleasure,” the voice said.

“Obedience is pleasure,” Jack repeated.

“Pleasure is obedience,” the voice droned on.

“Pleasure is obedience.”

Jack realized he was safe. He just needed to keep stroking and focus. Focus on the little voice in his head and focus on what that little voice was telling him to do. A wave of contentment washed over him.

Jack wasn’t aware of how long he sat there stroking his cock and repeating the manta, but he was still mumbling it when Mack returned from from the backyard pool.

Mack smiled upon seeing the gray in Jack’s eyes. Drone mode was nearly complete.

“Time to make some oxytocin and bond you to me,” Mack said as he lead Jack back into the kitchen and bent him over the counter.

“They call it the cuddle chemical. It will connect you to me and once connected, you’ll stay connected. Won’t that be nice?”

“Nice,” Jack said dreamily as Mack pushed his asscheeks apart and began to rim him. No woman had ever offered to do this to him and Jack had to admit that it felt great. Mack was a great guy for doing it to him.

As Jack felt Mack’s tongue burrow deep in his chute, Jack couldn’t help but feel close to him.

“Finally,” Mack said rising off his knees, “vasopressin will make you want to protect me and do anything I ask of you. Open your hole for me, Jack. You can do that for me, can’t you?”

“Yes, sir,” Jack said.

“Connection made,” Mack said as his eyes grayed over and his own nanobots took over. “Transmitting,” he said, thrusting into Jack’s tight hole.

“Acknowledged,” Jack said as he cried out in absolute pleasure.

Mack thrusted in and out of Jack’s ass in short, almost mechanical bursts. It was an efficient fuck designed for maximum lust and pleasure for the drone.

When Mack thrust one finally time and came, Jack could feel the swarm of additional nanobots filling his ass and stimulating his prostate. He erupted without touching himself. The first shots were human cum, but the final two spurts nanobots that his own balls produced.

“Get dressed,” Mack said as he pulled up his swim trunks. “You have a special delivery to make.”

Jack quickly donned his clothes and smiled. There was a bug going around and he was so glad to have caught it. 

Better yet, he couldn’t wait to share it. 

Strapped For Cash -Part I
Though Kendal “Fletch” Fletcher was the star pitcher for State, he was realizing his scholarship only went so far. Sure, it provided the blonde and blue-eyed athlete with a private room in the dorm and a meal plan and covered his classes and books, but not much in the way of spending money. Things in the city were certainly more expensive than they were back on the farm in Iowa. Fletch could rarely treat himself to the occasional beer or pizza, let alone afford to take out one of the coeds who were dying to date a farm boy with a shot at a major baseball career.

He knew he was good looking enough to model, but the terms of his scholarship dictated that he couldn’t be paid for professional endorsements. He slowly walked up the strip of stores, bars and restaurants that lined the street opposite the college, scanning for any signs for part time work that wouldn’t interfere with his studies or off-season practices and workouts.

He was about to give up when he spied a sign in the window of the upscale men’s boutique that had just opened that semester. It said “Product Testers Wanted. Inquire Within” and featured a male model wearing a jockstrap.

Jockstraps were something Fletch knew about. As long as they didn’t have to photograph him or use his name, it just might be doable.

He opened the door and stepped inside the clothing store.

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“Can I help you,” the young sales associate at the counter politely asked him.

“It’s um, it’s about the sign you have in your window,” Fletch nervously asked, his eyes darting around to make sure no one else was in the store. He would never hear the end of it from his teammates!

“The products tester,” the man asked.

“Yeah.”

“Are you interested?” The associate eyed Fletch up and down, sizing him up.

“Depends. What’s it entail?”

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“Well, it’s not rocket science. You try on one of these,” the man said, pointing to a mannequin donned with a jock. “You answer about 20 survey questions and you get paid $500 bucks.” 

“$500 bucks? Do I get to keep the jock?”

The sales associate rolled his eyes. “It’s not like we can resell it after you’ve tried it on. So, are you interested?”

“I sure could use the money,” Fletch said, running his fingers over the brim of his blue ballcap as he pondered the deal.

“Tax free and completely anonymous,” the clerk added.

“You’re not watching me as I try it on, are you,” Fletch asked, wondering if the guy was some sort of freak.

“I do need to measure how it fits,” the man said, showing Fletch the rather official-looking survey which listed measurements and fit as questions.

Fletch shifted back and forth, trying to decide if he should go through with it. It’s not like he hadn’t been in a locker room with a dozen other guys with nothing but a jock on.

“It’s either the survey or stocking shelves,” the clerk said with a shrug. “Makes no difference to me. I still get paid by the hour.”

“All right, I’ll do it,” Fletch said.

“Greaaat,” the clerk said sarcastically, reaching behind the counter to grab a box containing a jockstrap. “32 inch waist, right?”

“How’d you know,” Fletch asked, surprised.

“I work in a men’s clothing store. You have an athletic build. Changing room is back there,” the man said, pointing. “Give me a shout when you have it on.”

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“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” Fletch thought to himself as he tossed the box aside and stretched held the jockstrap in his hands. “Mise well get this over with, I reckon.”

Unbeknownst to Fletch, the store clerk was watching the athlete’s every move from a several hidden, close-circuit cameras situated around the dressing room.

“Come on, flyboy. Put it on. Don’t keep me waiting,” the clerk said, stroking his hardening cock through his khakis as he crossed over to the door and flipped the sign to “be right back” and locked the door.  

Fletch stepped into the jockstrap and pulled it up.

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It looked like a regular jockstrap. Fletch briefly wondered what exactly they were testing.

“Ow,” Fletch said as the tag in the back of the jockstrap seemed to scratch him and cut into the small of his back. He tried to reach behind him with his left arm, but not before a strange warmth quickly spread up his back, causing all of his muscles in his body to lock as if he were no longer in control of them.

“No cause for alarm,” the store clerk said from behind him. “That’s just the drug coursing through your body, making you feel so good. Just keep looking at yourself in the mirror.”

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“That’s it. You’re already obeying my commands. That’s good. Very good.”

The clerk knelt down and briefly carassed Fletch’s ass. Fletch initially wanted more than anything to turn around and punch the guy, but the impulse seemed to melt away and he began to realize that the guy’s touch felt good. It felt very good. Fuck! The guy was pawing Fletch’s ass and Fletch was getting turned on. He felt his dick harden from within the confines of the jockstrap.

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“Perfect fit,” the man said as he adjusted the straps of the jock. “It’s the most comfortable thing you’ve ever worn. You don’t want to ever take it off. Nod your head in agreement.”

Fletch found himself nodding in agreement. Even more blood seemed to rush to his dick, making it rock hard.  

“You’re responding even quicker than my project assistant did,” the man said, moving now to the front and kneading Fletch’s cock. “He’s the guy in the photo. You two are going to get along very well.”  

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Fletch looked at the guy with the last bit of free will he could muster up. His eyes seemed to beg the guy to let him go.

“I want you to take a deep breath, relax and just let go,” the man said standing up.

Fletch felt himself breath in and as he exhaled a calm, sense of peace seemed to spread all over him. Whatever concerns Fletch had had, quickly seemed to evaporate.

The man gently brought Fletch’s chin up until he was staring deep into the man’s eyes.

“Just keep looking into my eyes and relaxing. That’s it. It feels so good to obey me and do everything I tell you. That’s it. Let yourself go,” the man said as he continued to seductively stroke Fletch’s cock through the fabric. 

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The man continued to hold his gaze as he loosened and tossed off his tie and then opened his shirt.

“So relaxed. So obedient. Tell me how you feel,” the man asked.

“Relaxed…obedient,” Fletch heard himself reply in a voice that sounded so very, very far away.

“Good boy,” the man said, taking of his pants and neatly hanging them on a nearby hood. “You only exist to please me. Isn’t that right.”

“Yessss,” Fletch responded dreamily. The pouch of the jockstrap was beginning to show a damp spot where his cock had begun to leak precum.

“Only I can make you feel this good, this relaxed. You’d do anything to please me, wouldn’t you, boy?”

“Yessss,” the blissed out Fletch responded.

“Yes, what,” the man asked.

“Yes, Master.”

“Good boy. You want to prove how devoted you are, don’t you?”

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The man gently forced Fletch to his knees. The smell coming from the man’s own jockstrap was even more intoxicating.

“I happen to secrete the drug you’ve ingested. If you weren’t already flying so high, you might realize it’s very addictive. You’ll do anything for a fix.”

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His Master was right. Fletch began to initially lick the jockstrap until he was literally trying to suck the juices through the mesh cotton.

His Master sat back on the changing bench and fished his cock out of the jock.

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“I bet you’ll even want to taste it right from the spout,” the man said. 

Fletch hesitated. He wasn’t gay and he certainly had never even thought about sucking a cock before. His Master patiently stroked his cock as he watched Fletch battle his demons. His strokes eventually produced a clear drop of precum. Fletch could smell it. His body began to shake.

“Don’t fight it. Just give in, boy,” Master said as he gently grabbed Fletch’s head and motioned him towards his cock.

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Fletch tentatively lapped at the precum.

“See? It’s not so bad. Now open your mouth wide and take it all the way down your throat. Nice and slow. Swallow it for me.”

Before long, Fletch had his nose buried in his Master’s balls and his cock all the way down Fletch’s throat. The man began to move Fletch’s head up and down on his cock.

“You’re doing so well, boy. You’ve got me so hot.”

Fletch began to lick and suck with a hunger he never knew he had as more and more of the precum leaked from the cock and down his throat.

The man soon pushed Fletch off his cock.

“This next part will be even more mind-blowing,” the man said, bending Fletch over.

It initially hurt when the man thrust his hard cock up Fletch’s virgin ass, but soon –as the cock began to lubricate Fletch’s chute, the warmth again spread and Fletch soon began to match his Master’s thrusts with his own counter-rhythm.

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“You fucking love this,” the man said.

“I fucking love this,” Fletch agreed.

The man thrust a few more times into Fletch’s ass and then came.When Fletch felt the concentrated drug hit his anal walls, he unloaded his own sizable load into the jockstrap without even touching himself.

Later, as both men dressed, Fletch felt compelled to answer all of his Master’s questions. His Master was particularly happy to hear that Fletch was a pitcher for the college’s baseball team.

“You’re going to want to make sure that everyone on the team is wearing one of my jocks,” his Master said.

Fletch felt his cock hardening again as he nodded.“Feels so good. They’ll never want to take it off.” 

damrod:

“Keep staring at the spiral, Mark…..so soothing……so relaxing…..totally mindless…. totally obedient…..you want to be my sex slave….don’t you, Mark…

“Sex slave….yes sir”

“Good boy….let’s go into the bedroom…and I’ll fuck your hot ass….you want me to, don’t you…..”

“Yes sir….fuck my hot ass, sir..”