The Signal Part VIII


Sergeant Jim West let the warm water wash over him. He had his right arm extended in front of him, the veins in his biceps bulging as if his arm was supporting the wall. His left hand worked the soap into a lather on his pecs, six pack abs and then finally his formerly sweaty and now sparkling clean balls and dick. He felt the dirt and fatigue of the day get scrubbed away, dripping down his body to the white tile floor and then down the drain of the army barracks shower.

It hadn’t been all that difficult of a day, truth be told. He had planned to work out with a few of the newbies, making sure they were pushing themselves to the limit, but they had all bailed on him, so he worked out alone with just a few other guys in the gym. Then it was onto a shift babysitting the R&D poindexters –who hadn’t bothered to show up nor told him they would be working on campus today.

Training for an upcoming marathon, he had just finished a long run around the base. Things had been unusually quiet on his run. No recruits being put through their paces on soul-crushing drills. No guys enjoying a little R&R shooting hoops. It was as if the entire base was otherwise committed; unseen, out of view, behind closed doors.

And now, he had the shower room to himself; an unheard-of luxury on a major military base. It should have unnerved him, but Sergeant West couldn’t see the warning signs. Not yet, anyway. Solitude was a rare thing on an army base. He had almost forgotten what it was like to be alone with no one and nothing but his own thoughts.

He lathered some shampoo into his brown hair (kept to an appropriate military length, thank you very much). He had only gotten the gig watching the science nerds because the commander knew Jim had been raised by deaf parents and was therefore fluent in sign language.

Not that he needed to use it all that much anymore. Not since Anderson had got the implants. Anderson was certainly capable of translating for West so that Bonner could understand him. West also knew they both could read lips pretty well. Still, their contract stated that the Army would provide a sign language translator. And Bonner was pretty insistent that West sign. Something about being present in Bonner’s world or some such bullshit. Like being deaf was such a fucking gift or something.

Some gift. West had grown up very cognizant of how much his parents both had to struggle in the hearing world. West was always firmly planted between the hearing and deaf world, translating as needed. From the time he could talk and sign, he was constantly pulled between each of the worlds, never really feeling at home in either of them.

It was exhausting to always be translating one way or the other. It was one of the reasons he had left home and joined the army. And here he was now, assigned to two hearing impaired scientists working on some top-secret project for the military. And once again, Jim found himself straddling the two worlds.

He tried to spend most of the time just outside the lab. West past the time away by doing wall squats, sit ups and push ups. He had never been the type to just stand watch. He was an action man.

He occasionally would catch Anderson watching him. Anderson had even popped a boner once or twice. West would smile and do another dozen crunches and then wink a knowing wink. West was flattered by the attention. And, if he was being completely honest, he had tapped an ass or two when no women were around. A hole was a hole was a hole, after all. And Anderson’s perky little bubble butt was just begging to be pile driven by a stud. West was just the guy to do it, too. It the two were ever alone and the chance presented itself, that is.

“That enough for now little buddy,” he said stroking his semi and then turning the water to cold. The barrack shower was no place for throwing wood. Empty or not.

He wrapped a towel around his waist, made sure little Jimmy was not tenting and then walked into the room he shared with his best bud, Sergeant Trask.


Two soldiers stood in front of Trask’s bed. West couldn’t tell who they were from behind. One of them appeared to be holding something in front of Trask.

Trask had one arm over his head and seemed to be enthralled with whatever they were showing him.


“Hey, Trask. Who are your buddies,” West asked as he stepped into the room –his body still dripping from the shower.

The two soldiers turned to him in synch. Their eyes were glazed over and their smiles were not natural.

“So beautiful,” Trask breathless exclaimed.

It was at that point that West saw what Trask was doing with his other hand. Trask was stroking his dick, a steady stream of pre-cum dripping down its impressive shaft.

“Trask, what the fuck?”

“Language, Sergeant West,” came the reply. West looked over at the other twin bed in the room –his bed. Sergeant Major Roarke was sitting at the foot of it.


“I need you to sit down on this bed and let me show you something,” Roarke said.

“Yes, sit down, Jim,” Trask moaned. “It’s so beautiful.”

“He’s ready,” the taller blonde one standing in front of Trask said.

The shorter, dark-haired soldier by Trask passed a phone to Roark as the blonde pulled Trask’s regulation boxers down and bent Trask over between them.


“Connection made,” the taller soldier said as he plunged his dick into Trask’s ass.

“Obedience is pleasure,” Trask said as the second soldier stuffed his mouth with cock that Trask was only too eager to suck.

West starting backing out of the room.

“Sit down on the bed. That’s an order,” Roarke demanded.

“I –I,” West stammered, “I think I left something in the shower.”

He quickly pivoted to turn, slipping on the wet floor. His head hit the damp concrete and everything went dark.

It was the sound of nearby voices that woke him. Though he kept his eyes firmly shut; better to still let them think he was out cold so he could assess the situation.

His legs and arms were tied down to the bed. He could hear equipment pinging and beeping in the background. It didn’t exactly take a genius to realize he was in the infirmary. But why tie him down?

West slowly and cautiously moved both legs and arms. The leather straps were tight. He wouldn’t be going anywhere soon.

“Doctor, Private Shore doesn’t appear to be responding to the input stimulus,” a male voice said.

West could hear the shuffling of papers as if the doctor was consulting a file or chart.

“Interesting,” the doctor murmured. “It would appear that Private Shore suffers from protanopia. You needn’t keep sucking his cock, Lerner.”

“Protanopia, sir,” the other man –now clearly identified as Lerner asked. West could hear him wiping his mouth and face. Private Shore moaned.

“Portanopia, Lerner. Better known as color-blindness. A human condition where the eyes do not detect color. Most likely the reason why Shore here isn’t reacting to the stimuli. Pity.”

The doctor sighed and then said “Dispose of him in the pit with the rest of the rejects.”

“And this one, sir?”

West could feel the heat coming off the male nurse’s body. He was clearly standing over him.

“Concussion. We’ll have to see how it impacts him when he wakes,” the doctor said.

Both left him. He could hear the sound of a medical bed being wheeled out of the room and then silence.

But only briefly; the silence was shattered by a single gunshot. West had heard plenty of gunshots before –on the firing range, during basic training, target practice in the woods behind his house as a kid. This thunderous shot shook him to the core.

The nurse had taken care of the problem once known as Private Shore.


Alec Anderson watched as the military transport pulled off the shoulder and back onto the road leading to the base entrance. It was the third vehicle to stop and check on him. He couldn’t get on the base with out his pass and his best mate Brett Bonner was 15 minutes late to their agreed upon meet up spot. Alec had pulled over and put on the emergency flashers for his 2019 Toyota Camry hybrid. He had even opened the dark blue hood of the car, hoping to make it look like he was having car trouble and not arouse any suspicion from the base.

Soldiers all being a helpful lot, many had pulled over to see if he needed any help. He had tried his best to communicate with them without sign language. He tried to sound out “Triple A” but knew it probably came out as “tipple, eh.” One by one the good Samaritans had all nodded, got back into their cars and continued onto the base.

To pass the time, Alec had been watching trucks, jeeps and cars going in and out of the base. Every so often, a vehicle would be motioned to pull off behind the guard building. Alec started keeping track. 10 minutes and then the car would pull back out from behind the building and continue on. He had a hunch what was happening to the drivers of each of those vehicles when they complied with orders to pull around behind the guard building.


All it would take is a few guards –one to restrain the target while another showed them the captivating and pretty lights and sounds. God, the memory of it was making Alec hard.

And while the one soldier held the device in place in front of the latest victim, once the struggling stopped, the other soldier could reach in front of the man, unbutton his pants and pull pant and underwear down, thus beginning the final connection. A few thrusts and one literally mind-blowing orgasm later, they would help their latest recruit redress and send him on his way with instructions to spread the signal.

It was a model of efficiency. Just enough to quickly spread the Signal on the base without arousing suspicion. One recruit would become two, two would become four, four would become 16. It would spread rapidly and before anyone was the wiser, the entire base would be secure.

God damn it, where the hell was Brett?

He was about to give up and turn back around when Brett’s red pick up pulled up behind him.

Alec looked at the truck through the rear view mirror for any signs that something was off. Brett got out of the truck, ran his fingers through his hair and walked over to Alec’s car.

Alec paused a minute before opening the door. Was he just being paranoid or was Brett’s hair that dishelved?

“Where the fuck have you been,” he signed, opening the door and getting out of his car.

“Stuck in your bedroom closet while your roommate and a bunch of other guys kept…”

“Processing. They were processing people by fucking them,” Alec answered. “Force them to watch something until they stop struggling and then it begins.”

Brett nodded. Alec couldn’t tell if Brett was genuinely shaken up. He had essentially watched them rape eight guys until they stopped struggling and became active participants in their own violation. Was he being paranoid?

“Did you get it,” Alec signed his question.

Brett produced the lanyard containing his key card.

“Why aren’t we affected,” Brett asked after handing over the keycard.

“Working theory,” “Alec signed after putting the lanyard around his neck. “Since we can only see, it can’t full take over our minds. The images aren’t enough, but they are sufficient to make us compliant.”

“But your implants” Brett asked.

“Shorted out while my roommate was sucking my cock,” Alec signed. “If they hadn’t, I would have gladly let him merge with me. God help me, but right before everything went silent, it had a hold on me and I welcomed it.”

“What now?”

“Follow me. I’ll sign you in. We’ll say you left your card in the lab. You’ve done it before. They should be used to it.”

“And then what,” Brett signed before turning suddenly because something caught his attention.

A police car with its lights flashing pulled up behind Brett’s truck.

Alec slammed the hood of his car down, got in and started the car. He gave a thumbs up to Brett.

Brett walked over to his truck. Alec watched him nod to the cop before getting in his car.

Brett followed closely behind him as they pulled into lane four. Private Mitchell, a big, beefy blonde from somewhere in the Midwest (Milwaukee, was it?) would be on shift. Alec did his best to verbalize the predicament, taking care to sound out each and every word even though he knew it probably made him sound drunk.

Mitchell had laughed and waved both cars through. Alec watches as Brett waved and nodded to Mitchell.

The lab was located in the middle of the base, nestled between a mess hall, an infirmary and several barracks. Alec drove slowly. The base was devoid of its usual activities. It unnerved him.

He pulled into his assigned parking spot and Brett pulled up along side him. Far to close to the driver side door. Almost as if he didn’t want Alec to be able to get out.

Alec through his car in reverse. He slammed on the brakes and before Brett could counter the move, opened the car door and jumped out.

Alec was shaking and his heart felt like it was going to burst out of his chest. This was contrasted by how calm, slow and methodical Brett climbed out of his truck.

“When did you know,” he signed and then laughed. “It was Mitchell at the entrance, wasn’t it?”

Alec shook his head and then signed. “You had your back to oncoming traffic. I saw the cop car, but you heard it. How?”

“WE fixed me,” Brett signed and then spoke. “WE can fix you, too. You had a taste of pleasure from belonging. It can be like that all the time. WE can be one.”

Had whatever controlling Brett learned from its mistakes? How could pulses of light and sound learn? It would have to be some sort of sentient being to be able to learn from its mistakes. The scientist in him was curious at the scientific uncertainty. The man in him, however, was certain. The thing that looked and talked like Brett was not his friend.

“Think about things rationally, Alec,” Brett said. “You can’t win. There is nowhere for you to run. We have already begun to spread out across the globe. By morning, WE will be all that is left.”

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Brett reached into his jacket for something. Alec knew it was probably a cell phone, but he didn’t stick around to make sure. He ran towards the infirmary. He didn’t bother to look behind him. He knew Brett was following him. He ran into the first patient room he came to, slammed the door shut and locked it.

“Alec, Alec, Alec. Open up and let US in. Let’s finish this. WE…miss you,” Brett said.

Alec pushed some heavy medical equipment in front of the door and quickly scanned the room for something he might arm himself with. A two-bed room, the privacy curtain was pulled back from the one station and the bed was gone. The other curtain was closed and Alec quickly realized he wasn’t alone in the room.

“Poor, frightened Alec. So afraid to make a move on his roommate. On his best friend. On…” Brett paused as if scanning a bank of memories. “On…Sergeant West. Yes. WE can give you Sergeant West. All you have to do is open the door and accept US. It doesn’t even hurt, WE promise.”

Alec ignored the words from the creature that had been his former friend. He crept slowly across the room to the curtain and quickly pulled it back.

“Sergeant West,” he sounded out.

West was tied down to the bed and very, very much naked. Alec felt his face flush.

“Anderson…what the fuck is going on? Untie me before they come back.”

“First, tell me what happened,” Alec signed. He had to be sure.

“Fucking untie, me, dude!”

“What if you are one of them?”

“Would I be tied down if I were one of them?” West demonstrated just how helpless he was by pulling on the restraints. Alec remained unmoved.

“Look, I came out of the shower to find two soldiers holding my roommate down and showing him something. They started fucking him. The Major Sergeant was there, too. He ordered me to lie down on my bed. I slipped and must have hit my head and knocked myself out. I came to here, tied to the bed.”

West spoke slow so that Alec could read his lips. He told him everything including playing opossum and the nurse disposing of Private Shore after they failed to convert him.

Color blindness. Deaf. Two instances in which the Signal failed to take hold and, if Alec was right, West’s brain swelling from his concussion would be a third inhibitor. He quickly untied West and then tossed him a hospital gown.

“What happened to your implants,” West asked.

“No time to explain. Can you get me to silo 14,” Alec quickly signed.

“We’re both gonna need to find some OCPs if you want to move through the base undetected,” West signed, actually glad for once to be able to speak with his hands.


West forgot he was talking with a civie. “Camouflage. Operational Camouflage Patterns. We call them OCPs.”

“And where do we get them,” Alec signed.

“The Attic,” West signed, and then added, “It’s not really an attic, it’s what we call the clothing store on base.”

West peeked out the shades of the window. The Attic was diagonal across from the infirmary.  The coast was clear –for now. They would have to be quick though. He opened the window as quietly as he could. He helped Alec onto the window sill and then down to the ground some six feet. Then he lowed himself down.

Having made sure it was still a clear shot to the Attic, he signed “Run!”

The pair made it to the door of the clothing store. West peered inside. Two soldiers were fucking behind the counter. If they were quiet, they might not notice them.


He slowly opened the door and they quietly entered. They ducked behind one of the shelves of clothing. West reached up and grabbed two pairs of 32 inch waist camouflage pants. He tossed one pair over to Alec and slipped the other pair on.

Alec hesitated.

“Just put them on, dude,” West signed. This was not the time to be bashful.

Alec quickly pulled down his jogging pants and stepped out of them.

“Tighty-whiteys, really,” West signed with a smirk.

“Fuck off,” Alec signed back, quickly buttoning the pants.

West quickly peeked over the shelves. The couple were still fucking. He quickly crawled over to the next aisle and grabbed two khaki t-shirts and then finally two pairs of boots.

Miraculously, everything fit West. Alec was not so lucky. The boots were about two sizes too big and the shirt hung on him. It would have to do for now.

They both crept out of the store and West went to the first Jeep he could find. Of course, the keys were in it (no one would steal a Jeep on base). Alec was no sooner in the passenger seat and the two men emerged from the Attic and ran towards the car.\

“So much for blending in and being undetected,” West said as he gunned it and peeled out.

West grabbed Alec by the neck. “Keep your head down, genius,” he spoke slowly so Alec could read his lips. “They are going to start firing on us.”

As West quickly zipped through the base, he glanced all around him. It looked like some carnal Armageddon.  Soldiers grabbing other soldiers and forcing them down on the ground; using cell phones, laptops and other devices to quickly make them docile and then literally fuck them into total submission.

The silo Alec had mentioned was on the other side of the base, hidden in a small mountain. Other jeeps were quickly following them. Why hadn’t he thought to grab some sort of ammunition? They were unarmed.

“How close are we,” Alec signed.

“About a mile out, why,” West responded slowly.

“Turn around and head back toward them,” Alec signed as he searched for something in his backpack.

“Anderson, have you lost your fucking mind,” West retorted.

“Just do it. And let me know when we are about two miles away from the silo.”

West did a 180 and turned the jeep around.  One of their advisories turned too sharply, causing the jeep to roll. The two other jeeps came to a complete stop and then turned and began to pursue them again.

“What’s the plan, Anderson,” West said with some urgency as he eyed the fleet of jeeps they were heading towards and the two coming up from behind through the rear-view mirror.

“How far from the silo,” Alec asked.

“One and a half miles,” West replied. “Keep going?”

“Keep going,” Alec signed.

“I always loved a good game of chicken,” West mumbled to himself.

Anderson glanced at the trip odometer. Just a little bit further!

The distance slowly ticked up. Several Jeeps swerved to avoid hitting them.

“Hit the brakes,” Alec shouted as the trip odometer hit the two-mile mark.

Alec pulled the pin on the last of his EMP grenades and threw it as far as he could.

Enthralled soldiers surrounded the jeep. West through his hands in the air.

There was a small explosion followed by a wave of electromagnetic air pushes past them. Jeeps came to a sudden stop. Bodies were still in motion and flew from vehicles. The soldiers that had been surrounding the vehicle collapsed in heaps all around them.

Wide-eyed and shocked, West turned to Alec.

“What the fuck was that?”

“Three years of research and a second field test,” Alec signed with a smile.

West turned the key in the ignition as Alec grabbed his arm.

“Nothing in a two-mile radius is going to work,” Alec signed, hopping out of the vehicle.

“You coming,” Alec continued.

West could see up a head in the far distance that soldiers out of the blast range had already started to make their way toward them.

“Two miles, double-time” he signed as he began to run. “Try and keep up.”

As they ran toward their goal of the mountain-base silo, West couldn’t help but admire Anderson’s form. Nerd or not, he was a pretty decent runner. The life or death situation and the adrenaline no doubt were helping.

“I would have never taken you as the runner type,” West signed.

Alec nodded. “Thank God I’ve been preparing for the marathon.”

West stopped. “No shit?”

Alec turned.

“We actually have something in common,” West said with a smile. “Race you to the finish, nerd.”

Alec could feel the burn in his legs, but he managed to keep up.

They approached the entrance. It was a keypad entry. West frowned. They were screwed.

Alec calmly walked over to the keypad and entered a sequence of numbers. They heavy door opened.

“Always program a back-door entry,” he signed.

He ran over to the one the keyboards and began typing furiously.

“Once I execute these commands, we’ll have about 10 minutes to get out that door before the EMP goes off and this becomes a tomb,” Alec signed. “Make a run into the mountain. We just have to avoid being captured for 10 minutes, soldier.”

“What happens in 10 minutes,” West asked.

Alec pointed to the computer screen showing a map of the world. He couldn’t chance the signal some how surviving, so he’d have to knock out all electronics worldwide. He had just quickly programmed several missiles from various bases throughout the world to go over in a sequence that would allow EMPs to ripple across the globe, effectively beginning another dark ages.

“Are you sure about this? You’re going to kill a lot of innocent people,” West asked, thinking of planes dropping out of the sky, people in hospitals on life-support suddenly having their electronic plugs pulled and all his fellow soldiers dropping like flies.

“What choice do we have,” Alec signed.

West knew he was right. He sighed.

“Do it.”

Alec entered the launch sequence and they both ran for the door. They didn’t stop running until they were high into the mountain. When the emp detonated, the force of the wave knocked both of them over.  The lights of the base went out.

When West picked himself up, his ears were ringing. He wasn’t sure if it was a temporary side-effect, but there was nothing but silence all around him.

He ran over to Anderson and shook him.

Alec slowly came to. “How was your first time? Did the earth move for you? It did for me,” he signed with a smile.

West helped him to his feet and they slowly and cautiously began to descend the mountain back towards the base.

The bodies of brain-dead soldiers –many naked and frozen in the midst of carnal pleasure –were everywhere West looked.

They silently walked the five miles into town along a highway marked with dead cars. A few people untouched by the signal stood by the side of their vehicles, trying to make sense of what had transpired.

“Where to now,” West signed as they finally reached the center of the town. It was as lifeless as the base had been. “We can’t exactly stay here.”

Alec thought about it a bit as they continued to walk. He and West were the only ones alive to know the truth. To the rest of the world, what Alec had done would no doubt be considered an act of terrorism.

“We both kind of need to disappear,” Alec signed.

“Where ever we go, Anderson, we go together,” he signed and then grabbed Alec’s hand.

“How are your rowing skills,” Alec signed, letting go of West’s hands.

“Growing up, I practically lived on a lake in Wisconsin.”

“My uncle is –or was, I guess I’m not sure if he survived this – a doomsday prepper,” Alec signed. “He owned an isolated compound on Catalina Island.  What would you say to building a new life together in a little cabin in the woods,” Alec signed with a smile.

“You had me at ‘isolated compound,’ Anderson,” West said with a laugh.

“There is one more thing,” Alec stopped and turned.

“Yes,” West signed.

“Call me Alec.”

West nodded. “Jim.”

West had been right about Alec’s perky little ass. But that, perhaps is a story for another time.


So,  gentle reader: if you happened to find yourself reading this on something other than in ink and on paper, you might just want to think about turning off that computer. Power down that tablet. Throw that iPhone in a drawer. Get out there and live your life, because if you don’t, you just might find something out there willing to live it for you.

The Signal III


Alec Anderson sat in the student lounge of the Parkerson Residence Hall trying to will himself to stay awake and finish another chapter of the book Professor Kripke had assigned for the English Lit class. There was nothing worse than assigned reading for a required class that had absolutely nothing to do with his major. He didn’t really see the point why he had to take English classes at all. His major was electrical engineering. It was a subject he knew he had excelled at, which is why Professor Lavin had hired him to work alongside him on a special project as part of some military research Lavin was doing for the federal government.

In fact, the special project paid exceptionally well and he was earning credit toward his degree. The stuffy reading assignment? It had no payout for him that he could see. And it didn’t help that the dorm floor was bursting with activity. Ashton and Aaron, the twins in 6D, sounded like they and their jock friends were in the midst of another kegger. The speed metal music coming from their room seemed to be causing the walls in the lounge to even pulsate and shake.

Alec counted the pages left. 20. He sighed, set the book down for a second and turned off his hearing implants. Most of the time, he felt his deafness held him back. Since he had gotten the implants, he no longer needed an ASL interpreter and a speech therapist had helped him, though he still spoke with a weird accent and had trouble sounding out words with an “r” in them.

His best friend Brett still hadn’t forgiven him for going through with the surgery. He didn’t understand why Alec felt like he had to be part of the hearing world. Brett hadn’t understood that the implants gave Alec the best of both worlds. He could silence the noise with just a turn of a nob on each of the implants.

He no longer heard the shitty metal music (though he could still feel the vibrations). In the absence of all sounds, he was once again plunged into a world of nothingness that he had known all-too-well for the first 18 years of his life.

Still, it came in handy when he needed to power through the last few pages of the assignment. It was well past midnight by the time he turned the final page. The vibrations coming from the room next to the lounge had stopped a few moments ago (no doubt due to the R.A. cracking down on loud noise after midnight.

Alec closed the book, yawned and stretched. He packed up his things into his backpack and then turned his ears back on.


The quiet should have been a warning. Alec was too tired to notice, though. He sleepily exited the lounge and headed to the 6H, the room he shared with his secret crush, Jake Johnson. With a little luck, Jake might be already asleep. Alec might be able to rub one out watching his roommate who always slept naked on top of the covers; his swimmers build just egging on Alec. The thought of just one forbidden touch was usually enough to have Alec blow his wad. He opened the door to his room and was immediately disappointed to find his roommate awake and fully clothed.

“Does it seem kinda quiet to you,” Alec asked his roommate.

Jake looked up from the book he was reading. “You sure you got your ears on?”


“Yes, asshole,” Alec said, dropping his backpack by the desk on his side of the room. “Something doesn’t feel right.”

“It’s midterms, dude. People are probably studying. Something I need to do a bit more of tonight.”

Alec grabbed his shower kit and towel. “I’ll leave you to it. I’m gonna go shower.”

“More like beat off in the shower,” Jake mumbled to himself as Alec left him to his studying.

But Alec had been right –he just didn’t know it yet. Something was off in the dorm and it was slowly spreading beginning with the twins in 6D, who had been releasing a little midterm stress by cranking up the speed metal. Just shortly before midnight,  Ashton received a text message from his best mate Tony Treavor. twins signal1

“U won’t believe who I just banged,” the text read and including a link.

Like most twins, Ashton and Aaron shared everything and he didn’t think twice about showing the text to his brother.

“Oh, dewd,” Aaron exclaimed. “He beat you to that hot redhead from science class”.

Aaron nudged his brother. “Guess you’ll have to settle for sloppy seconds on pussy! Again!”

“Shut up, asshole,” Ashton pushed his brother back.

He looked down at his phone. “It might be that blonde,” Ashton muttered hopefully under his breath.

“Won’t know until you click that fuckin’ link, bro.”

Ashton was initially relieved to see that it was not in fact the red headed coed from Geology.

“Wh—aat the fuck,” Ashton said as the pulsating blue signal found its way into his brain.

“The light……its sooo….urp…pretty…,” Aaron exclaimed. “Can’t look away…sooo, sooo pretty.”

The screen seemed to pulsate with lights and colors, but the speed metal was drowning out the sound. Aaron kept close watch on his brother’s iPhone and moved in closer.

It was trying to tell him something –tell them both something. What was it? Aaron could almost make it out. Something truly important. Something he and Ashton needed to hear. It would feel so much better once he could hear it.

Without looking away, he reached over and fumbled until his hand found the power button and switch the stereo off.

There was an explosion of erotic sound that seemed to worm its way into both boys’ brains and reverberate down through their entire muscular, teen bodies.

Ashton had never been so turned on before in his life. The jealous vision of Tony banging the red headed chick from class quickly evaporated into a scene in which Tony was fucking the shit out of…a guy?  Someone who looked just like Ashton.

Aaron? It was the story of Ashton’s life. Sloppy seconds again.

“Fall in, bro,” Aaron urged his twin, his voice soft and seemingly far, far away. “Gotta keep watching. Sooooo beautiful. Fuuuuuck.”

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Had Ashton been able to turn and see what his brother was up to, he probably would have been revolted. Aaron had pushed down his gym shorts and Calvin Kleins.

The signal, as if realizing Ashton’s dismay, immediately adjusted its sounds to coddle and embrace him. Deep and resonating, Ashton soon agreed that it was comforting to just let the sights and sounds wash over him.

Ashton was falling into the signal’s embrace good and proper now.  Even if Ashton wanted to resist, he couldn’t now. He didn’t want to. It had its hooks into both of the identical twins.

The twins stood motionless as their brains cooked.  Independent thoughts fleeing, all replaced by the certainty of the signal and the pleasure of yielding fully to it.

Aaron helped his twin brother undress. It seemed essential that they allow the sights and sounds of the signal to bathe them completely. Nothing could impede it in all its glory.

For his part, Ashton offered up no resistance. He raised his arms up so that his brother could pull his tee off and kept his arms raised as Aaron reached from behind to grab the waistband of Ashton’s gym shorts. His uncut, seven-inch cock smacked up against his taut abs as his brother pushed his gym shorts and Polo underwear down.

“Much better,” Aaron said.

“Much better,” Ashton echoed.

They both sat on Aaron’s bed. They hadn’t been together in the same bed since before kindergarten. When Aaron’s hairy leg touched the side of Ashton’s thigh, it was as if a circuit had been completed. The signal seemed to course through both of them in one beautiful, mind numbing loop. Aaron began to jack his cock.

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It was as if Aaron was jacking Ashton off. Ashton could feel his brother’s calloused hand moving up and down on his own cock.

Both twins could feel the ball juice building up in their nuts. They came simultaneously –Ashton without even touching himself. It was a gift for their obedience to the signal. It promised them they would always share in its pleasures equally. No more jealousy.

The twins moved as one unit now. They stood and pulled up each other’s gym shorts and underwear.

They moved toward their dorm room door.

“Dewd…” Aaron said, stopping.

Ashton also stopped and turned his head robotically toward his twin.

“Don’t forget the phone.”

Ashton grabbed the phone from off the bed as Aaron opened the door. The pair stepped into the hallway and made their way to 6E.

Neil Brahm –Brahmy to his bros — was right in the middle of taking a massive hit from his bong when he heard the knock on his door.

“Jus a sec,” Neil said, leaping to his feet.

Fearing it was the R.A. who always seemed to be more than willing to write his ass up for smoking weed in his room, he quickly grabbed the can of air freshener and sprayed it all around the room.

He opened the door and was surprised to see it was the twins from next door.

“You dudes need something,” he asked.


“As a matter of fact, we do,” Aaron replied as Ashton and he made their way into Neil’s room and closed the door.

Neil wasn’t sure if it was the pot that was making him paranoid, but there was something off about the two dudes from next door.

“You two want to spark up,” he asked.

“We have something so much better,” Aaron said.

“So, so much better,” Ashton said, completing the thought as he raised his phone to Neil’s eye level.

Neil was bathed in the warm glow of the blue lights and sounds beaming from Ashton’s phone. Something else other than pot was fogging up his brain and he had to admit the twins were right. It was so, so much better.


It felt like the best high of his life. Neil would do anything the signal wanted. He didn’t even flinch as the twins placed a hand on each of his shoulders and gentle guided him down onto his knees.


The twins both took turns sharing their new plaything, fucking Neil in the mouth and ass for the rest of the night.

The Signal Part II


“911 what is the nature of your emergency?”

Tony Trevor felt a sense of relief. He had gotten through! He tossed his headphones off and tried to calm himself.

“You got to send somebody quick. They did something to my dad.”

“Slow down, son. Let’s start with your name and address.”

“This is Tony Trevor. 541 Elmwood.”

“Are you in immediate danger?”

“I’ve barricaded myself in my bedroom, but I don’t know how long before they break through. Please send somebody,” Tony pleaded.

“Let’s start from the beginning,” the male operator said. “Who did something to your dad?”

“Two guys who work for him at the lab.”

“Do you know their names?”

“Langston…Alex Langston. The other guy is…shit…something Russia,” the 21-year-old replied. He tried to think of the guy’s name, but all he could see was what the guy had been doing to his dad.

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“And you said they did something to him?”

“I think they drugged him and now…they –well, one of them—he’s, um, raping him.”

“Stay put. Police are on their way.”

Tony hung up his cell and started shaking. He was trying to make sense of what he saw, what the hell was going on. He had come back from the library, his Bose headphones firmly in place, listening some death metal that always seemed to calm him down. He had planned to take a quick shower and then meet up with his girlfriend Jenny for a movie and –if he played his cards right a post-cinema blow job. He found that anything with Ryan Gosling was usually all it took to have her almost begging to wrap her lips around his 7-inch pole. Did it bother him that Jenny was imagining he was the handsome Canadian actor?  Fuck no.

He saw the light on under his dad’s bedroom door, so he figured he’d check in and tell him of his evening plans and not to wait up. When he knocked and opened the door…well, it was fucking shocking.

Alex was holding his dad down, forcing him to watch something on a laptop. Tony couldn’t see exactly what as the laptop was turned away from him. The Russian guy was busy pulling off his dad’s boxer briefs –tearing was probably more accurate. The guy then pushed down his jeans, revealing a massive dick and no underwear.

Of the things that Tony Trevor was certain about in this life, it was that his dad, Thomas Trevor was 100% straight. He had to have been drugged. How else to explain how his dad seemed to stop struggling the minute the Russian started fucking his as?

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He didn’t wait around to find out. Alex Langston leapt from the bed and tried to grab him, but, with all his weight, Tony pushed back into him, knocking him down. He then ran into his room and locked the door.

Tony somehow knew Alex wasn’t going to let a little thing like a bedroom door lock keep him from reaching Tony. He pushed his desk and his bookshelf (for good measure) and hoped it would be enough to at least buy him some time until the police arrived. When his phone rang, he picked it up and answered it without even thinking.


Campus Police Officer Frank McDowell picked up the call, radioed ahead for back up, turned on his siren and floored it.


He parked across the street from 541 Elmwood and turned off the siren. He assessed the situation from outside the home. The two-story Craftsman-style home looked like all the other homes nestled around the cul-de-sac. McDowell saw a few neighbors peer out from behind curtains –assessing the situation, he supposed.

And while there was movement in the homes around 541 Elmwood, there was no movement from within. The lights were on, but there was an absence of movement that made the hair on McDowell’s neck stand up.

He only hoped the college kid was still alive. He grabbed a couple of pairs of rubber gloves and stuffed them into the front pocket of his police jacket. He briefly prayed that he wasn’t walking into a homicide.

And where was his god damn back-up? Seconds could literally make the difference between life and death –particularly if the kid was injured. Dispatch had said the kid sounded really scared. Kids on campus were not easily shaken.

“Fuck it,” he said to himself, grabbing the radio. “Dispatch, this is officer 471. We’ve got a possible 261, but the place is quiet. Have the coroner on stand-by for a possible 187. Do you copy?”

“Roger that 471,” came the response.

“Do we have an ETA on my back up,” McDowell asked, running his fingers through his dark black hair,

“That’s a negative, 471. All other officers are otherwise engaged. Over.”

McDowell took one more look at the house and how quiet it was.

“Dispatch, I’m heading in. Do you copy?”

“Negative. Wait for back up, 471. Wait for back up,” came the reply.

But McDowell was already out of his patrol car, walking towards the home with his pistol drawn.

He went to knock on the door and it opened.

“Police! We are responding to a 911 call made from the home,” he said, slowly stepping into the front hallway of the home.

No response.

With his back to the wall, he slowly pivoted into the living room. Empty. Kitchen also empty.

Den, empty. Power room, empty. Spare bedroom, empty.

He slowly climbed the stairs. He opened the door to his right at the top of the stairs.

The master bedroom. The comforter was on the floor by the king-sized bed, almost as if it had been kicked off. The sheets were twisted and wadded up in parts. It had all the signs of a physical struggle.

The smell…well, that one was easy. It smelled like sex. He could see a couple of wet spots on the fitted sheet. He’d need to call in the crime lab from the city proper. The campus policy didn’t have their own.

Whoever was here, was gone. While McDowell had seen some physical evidence to corroborate the 911 call, he couldn’t say it was a rape when there was no victim.

He backed out of the master bedroom and back into the upstairs hallway. He tried the next door on the right.


A desk and a bookshelf seemed to have been hastily moved from blocking the door. There was a college-aged kid sitting on the bed, staring at his phone. McDowell didn’t think too much about this. Three-quarters of the God damn campus were staring down at their phones at any given point of any given day.

“Excuse me. I’m Police Officer McDowell. Are you Tony Trevor?”

The kid didn’t look up from his phone.

“Son, are you alright? Are you hurt?”

McDowell slowly stepped towards the kid, wondering if he might be in shock or something.

The kid suddenly looked up with a smile on his face.

“We are so much better now, office. You soon will be, too.”

The kid’s grin widened as he turned to show McDowell what had been keeping his undivided attention.


McDowell was immediately bathed in a warm blue light emanating from the kid’s cell phone screen. He felt a warm, pleasurable tingling sensation spread from his eyes to the back of his brain. Everything was so hazy. What was he doing here again?


“That’s right, officer. Eyes wide. Just keep staring at the pretty blue light.”


McDowell felt his shoulders relax.

“Pretty blue light,” he mumbled.

The drone that had once been Tony Trevor set the phone on the bed, quite confident the signal was slowly but surely seeping ever last bit of willpower from the good officer. Drone Tony unbuttoned his pants and freed his dripping cock. The signal programming has assured him that nothing was hotter than watching another man submit to the will of the signal and Drone Tony could only drool, slowly jack his dick and agree.

Officer McDowell blinked and tried to shake off the effect that the pulsating light and the sounds were having on him.

“No, this isn’t right, this isn’t…”

Drone Tony brought the phone closer inline with the officer’s vision. McDowell’s jaw went slack as the pulsing sights and sounds again bombarded his brain.

That’s it,” Done Tony cooed, “Just let the signal massage away all those worries and concerns. Letting go of everything, officer. It feels so good to just let the signal bath and anoint you.”

“Yesssss….sooooo good.”

signal3b“That’s a big part of your mission, isn’t it officer? To SERVE and protect. You want nothing more than just to OBEY and orders. Isn’t that right?”

“Serve….obey….” McDowell gasped as a wave of mind-numbing pleasure coursed through his entire body, all but ensuring future compliance with any and all directives.

“You’re still so tense, officer. All those clothes keeping the signal from touching your skin. You want to feel the signal all over your body.”

“Yessss…” McDowell said, a steady stream of drool running down the side of his mouth.

When the kid touched McDowell’s coat, brushing up against McDowell’s pecs as he quickly took off the jacket and tossed it on the floor, McDowell again gasped. It was if the kid’s hand had made a connection with McDowell’s skin underneath his shirt. The signal seemed to get even stronger.

“More…” McDowell moaned.


Drone Tony slowly unbuttoned the cop’s shirt, relishing the power the signal was giving him over the cop.

Drone Tony let the cop just stand there with his shirt open as Tony held the phone in front of him, deepening the cop’s connection.


Drone Tony’s mind was quickly awash in thoughts of all the other men who would benefit from falling under the sway of the signal. His buddy Matthew who lived on campus and was a star on the wrestling team would be so much fun to play with.

He could almost seem himself on his knees, strengthening Matt’s connection to the signal by literally sucking it through him.


And 18 year-old Scotty Reid from down the street. The kid already had a bit of a case of hero worship towards Tony. He wouldn’t think twice of opening a text from Tony and then the signal and he would have him.


But that would all have to wait until Drone Tony had finished up with the good officer. In the time it took Tony to lose himself in his future work, the signal’s hooks were just about fully into the officer.


The officer continued to stare into the screen as he obeyed the commands to take off his clothes. He stood there in just his gun holster and boxer shorts.

“Damn, officer. I think you’re even hairier than my old man,” Drone Tony said, sitting on the bed next too McDowell.

“I think I’ve wasted enough of your time. Let’s finish your enslavement,” Drone Tony said, pulling down the boxer shorts. He stroked the cop’s dick –the second cock other than his own that he had ever touched.


He had initially hoped the signal would allow him to breed the cop’s ass the way his dad’s grad student had bred his, but the signal had other plans.

Drone Tony discarded his clothing as instructed and then got down on his knees before the cop.


Officer McDowell had never had another guy take a swig on his cock and had he been able to string together a coherent sentence in his pleasure-addled brain, he would have marveled at how much better at it the college kid was than McDowell’s girlfriend. What was her name? It didn’t matter anymore. The only thing that did was giving himself completely over to the pleasure that the signal was giving him.

And when Drone Tony finally succeeded at coaxing a massive load out of the police officer, it would almost be accurate to say that McDowell saw stars.

Well, almost. What flashed before his eyes was the home planet from where the signal had originated. Words spoken in a language the McDowell couldn’t recognize but nonetheless understood. The signal part of a greater plan to keep these menacing earthling in check. They were in the process of destroying their own planet and it was only a matter of time before they ventured out into the galaxy to spread like a cancer; consuming and destroying, consuming and destroying.

Officer McDowell –Drone Frank, now– couldn’t have any of that.

Later on, after he had dressed and filed the report (adult young male in a physical altercation with his father, but declined to press charges against his dad), he called up his best mate Tom and invited him over to watch the game.


It was now Drone Frank’s solemn duty to spread the signal.

And he was only too happy to comply.


The Signal -Part I


This one is slow to build, but I promise it will be worth it. I’ve already started writing a second part.

It began over 100 years ago with Marconi’s damn telegraph. Dots and dashes of sounds –blips really –rippling across the universe at a slow, but steady pace. Unintentionally at first, but after several decades of continual innovation, the signal grew stronger to the extent that we could see the ripples in space. And for the past several decades, we have been intentionally sending out messages to the farthest reaches of our galaxy and beyond. Music, spoken word, television sitcoms — all a beacon of sorts; alerting every other being out there as to our exact location.

Was it hubris or folly? Doesn’t it even matter now? Hindsight, as they say, is 20/20. You can’t put the genie back into the bottle. Once we started broadcasting out into the cosmos, it was only a matter of time before someone –or something started to broadcast back. Whoever they were, we would come to find out too late that they did not have the best intentions…

It had been an unusually cold and rainy day in Berkeley, California when the signal first arrived. Alexander Langston, Lex to his friends, even had to put the top on before driving his convertible to where he worked –The Berkeley SETI Research Center. As gigs went, the search for extraterrestrial intelligence (SETI for short) wasn’t too bad of a gig to land while working on his master degree.

He parked in the furthest spot in the employee parking lot. He figured he sat enough at work and needed to keep his runner’s build despite the sedentary job.  As he exited the vehicle, the rain started to really pick up. The 24-year-old quickly sprinted towards the observatory’s entrance, his backpack slung over his shoulders and a lunch pail and thermos in hand.

Lex entered the lobby and stopped a moment. He pulled up his shirt to dot the water dripping from his neatly trimmed beard.

“You are late,” Lex’s Russian co-worker Sergei Kosiknov barked angrily as he rose from a bank of computers situated around the large telescope that dominated the space.

“17 degrees Celsius and raining like the dogs and cats,” Sergei continued. “So, I think it was not the surfing this time.”

“Cats and dogs. The expression is cats and dogs,” Lex corrected him.

“Da, that is what I said. Raining like the cats and dogs.”

“No, you said dogs and cats. Look, it doesn’t matter. Enjoy your night. Oh, and the I-80 was backed up all the way due to mudslides, you might want to…”

Sergei cut him off. “I have the GPS.”

It had been a lie, anyway. He had spent the morning at the beach, surfing. He had met some hot piece of ass who claimed to be a modeling photographer. Lex had only been too willing to pose for her.


He looked at the photo on his iPhone. She was right. He did look hot.

They ended up going to  Thirsty Thursdays at McMillan’s Pub and after two burgers and a couple of pitchers of lite beer, they had gone to her apartment and spent the rest of the night into the wee morning hours savagely fucking each other.

Had Lex had any sort of cordial relationship with Sergei, he probably would have regaled him with a tale of his sexual prowess like bros do, but Sergei was all shop, not talk.

Lex had tried once to befriend Sergei, but the Russian exchange student wouldn’t have anything to do with friendship. If his shaved head and blue grey eyes the color of steel didn’t give it away, his standoff persona cemented the deal. Sergei was here to study and learn, not make friends. Lex wondered how Sergei had managed to marry. Sergei’s wife was probably as cold as her husband, though.

As Sergei began to efficiently pack up his belongings, Lex absent-mindedly set his thermos and lunch pail on the console. Annoyed, Sergei set the thermos on the floor.

“Liquids, you idiot. Is bad for console.”

Lex began his pre-shift checklist. “Anything interesting on ‘Space Netflix’ today?”

Sergei zipped up his jacket and slung his backpack over his shoulder and actually scowled at Lex.

“Take this seriously, Lex. Or perhaps I think you should find another job, no?”

Lex forced himself not to roll his eyes. It was an easy gig that left you plenty of time to study as long as one of the satellites didn’t malfunction.  He fished a few textbooks out of his backpack along with his notebook and a pen as Sergei walked past him towards the door.

“Oh, I forgot almost. Satellite six is malfunction,” Sergei said.

“Malfunctioning. Satellite six is malfunctioning,” Lex corrected him, knowing that Sergei hated to be corrected even worse than idle co-worker chitchat.

“You fix, yes?”

Lex frowned and closed his text book. “I fix, da,” he said, imitating Sergei’s accent, but even thicker.

“Enjoy your shift, dickhead,” Sergei said as he exited into the rainy afternoon.

“Of course, you sound American when you curse,” Lex mumbled to himself as he booted up a diagnostic for the down satellite.

The system wasn’t picking up any reading from one of six’s relays. The dish itself was probably pooling water. With a little luck, he’d just have to bail out the water and then she’d be back on line and functioning normally.

He grabbed one of the SETI raincoats and the toolbox and headed out into the satellite field. There was a clash of thunder as he slowly made his way to number six. He unscrewed the panel.

“Time to put that M.I.T. engineering degree to good use,” he said as he began to gingerly inspect the satellite’s delicate circuitry.

He pulled out a battery-powered soldering iron out of the toolbox and made quick work at re-attaching a wire.

He ran back in to check a diagnostic before realizing he failed to replace the panel.

“Son of a bitch,” he said, running back out into the field. He was maybe one hundred feet away from Six when a bolt of lightning unexpectedly struck the dish, causing a sound wave to ripple out of the dish with such force that it knocked Lex to the ground.

“Fuck my life, just fuck my life,” he said as he quickly rose and ran back into the building to fetch a fire extinguisher for the sparks and small flame shooting out around the electronic equipment.

He discharged the fire retardant and was about to assess the damage when the dish began to move into position.

“What the fuck, those circuits should be fried,” he said as he peered inside its base with a flashlight, but there didn’t seem to be any damage.

He replaced the panel and got up off his knees. He peered briefly into the sky as rain again pelted his glasses, face and beard. “How are you even working and where the hell are you’re pointing to?

He returned back inside and hung up the dripping rain jacket. He brushed the rainwater that was dripping from his forehead into his eyes. He ran the tests on Six again. All systems normal despite the electrical charge that should have fried her circuits.

He looked at the data. She was part of the New Horizons mission, exploring deep space to the right of Pluto, but the jolt had knocked her completely off course and she was now pointed to Pluto’s left side.


And the readings were off the chart. And after a minute, everything went quiet again.

Without a second thought as to the moral implications, he reached into his backpack for a thumbstick and downloaded the minute of the alien signal and all the data. He would have to authenticate his findings, of course. But if they were correct and the 60 seconds of signal he captured onto his thumbstick were of alien origin, this could put Lex on the academic map. Who knows? A Nobel wasn’t entirely out of the question.

Lex re-entered the satellite’s original coordinates and shifted the dish back to its original position before the occurrence. He quickly manually altered the log files to cover his tracks. Within a few minutes, it was as if nothing had ever happened.

He poured himself a cup of coffee from his thermos and sipped it as he played with the thumbstick with his free hand. He couldn’t wait to finish his eight-hour shift and get home to review the data he had downloaded.

He tried to manage his expectations. “It’s probably nothing,” he thought out loud.

He would soon find out how very wrong he was.

For now, he was left to finish off the rest of his shift, which –as was the case most nights—was mind-numbingly boring. The satellites failed to detect anything else. If something or someone had responded back, they had returned to radio silence.

Lex’s boss, Professor Trevor, arrived promptly after midnight to relieve him. As Lex packed up his things, Professor Trevor reviewed the logs that Lex had cautiously altered.

“Another quiet night,” the professor looked up from the report, scratching his neatly-trimmed beard.

“We lost Six for a bit, but I made quick work of things and got her back on line,” Lex answered truthfully. “If there isn’t anything else…see you tomorrow?”

The professor was already engrossed in his data review that he didn’t even register Lex had left.

It started pouring the minute Lex stepped foot outside the research lab. He quickly ran to his car, but was quick soaked before he could get into it. Chilled to the core, the first thing he did when he got home was strip and jump in the shower

He took out his contacts, put on his glasses and changed into a plaid pair of boxer shorts. If he was going to spend the next couple of hours reviewing the recording, he figured he might as well be comfortable.  He grabbed his laptop and the thumbdrive from his backpack and set both on the bed.

“Moment of truth,” he said as he climbed into bed and put the laptop on his chest. He fired up the sound pattern recognition software, plugged in the thumbdrive and opened the file.


The sound that he had captured was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard. His hands moved on autopilot and set the file to autoplay continuously. The sound pattern recognition software began to spit out line after line of code. Lex couldn’t help himself. His eyes followed the text that was spilling out into the window back and forth, back and forth. He didn’t want to take is eyes off of it. The sound and the words were so beautiful. He absent-mindedly began to rub his hardening cock through the fabric of his boxers.

The signal seemed to be burrowing into his brain.

Lex snapped out of it briefly. Something wasn’t right. He needed to turn the file off before…before…


The signal seemed to ripple over the pleasure center of Lex’s brain. His cock was now rock hard. He began to drool. The sound was so beautiful. So sexy. He just had to listen. Listen and stroke.

The barrage of sights and sounds seemed to ripple and pulsate in his brain. They seemed to be hammering away at the core of Lex’s thoughts and feelings, replacing them with their own. It was as if Lex had become a computer whose operating system were being overwritten.

Lex stroked his dick.

No, not overwritten. Upgraded. Lex felt a wave of pleasure wash over him. A gift for the correct response.

The text convertor seemed to kick into overdrive as the signal played in one continuous loop. One glorious, sexy, mind-sucking loop. It sequenced through all of the Latin characters in the English alphabet before cycling through Cyrillic, Arabic, Chinese and a few more that Lex tried briefly to recall. The independent thoughts caused him to wince in pain. It was better to just let go and keep jacking.

And that was just what the signal wanted him to do. It was really simple, actually. Stare, stroke and let the signal do its work on his brain. He felt his face relax as his lips broke into a goofy smile.

The pleasure seemed to swell and ignite. His hips trust his tightly-clenched ass off the bed as his cock pivoted in and out of his right hand. To say his first ejaculation was explosive would have been an understatement. It was, in fact, mind-blowing. His cum seemed to fire out with an intensity that Lex had never before experienced. It actually pelted his face, stinging ever so slightly. Some of the warm cum even dripped onto his lips.

“Mmmm,” he said, licking them. “Yes, obey.”


The letters in the text convertor had long since stopped resembling anything of this earth. They seemed to drip down his screen just like the semen on his pretty, gooned out face. And though he had just cum, Lex kept stroking his prick that was still rock hard. It was, after all, what the signal wanted.

The signal continued to chip away at the essence of what was Lex. The signal ebbed and flowed through his body, rewarding him with seemingly endless pleasure as Lex gave in and complied with the it. It would have been impossible for Lex to count how many times he had cum. He had lost the ability to count.

Night turned into day. Lex’s balls had stopped producing cum hours ago. His personality, his thoughts, his essence had long leaked out with his ball juice. He was now a mere shell. His own body’s electric synapses had long since been replaced with the beautiful signal.

And while the process may have resulted with the dumbing down and eventual erasure of Lex, the signal had been learning all the while. It had taken a suptink to process and consume the creature that used to be called Alexander Langston. What had the creature’s mind called them? Hours. A suptink was the equivalent of 18 of those hours. Far too long if the intents of the signal were to be successful.

Lex had inadvertently given it all the answers it had needed to process these humans in a pip of the time.  For the signal was not merely an audio or even a visual file; it was a sentient being –itself enslaved by its own masters, blindly carrying out their will. It needed to grow and amplify quickly, achieve its intended results before the earth creatures caught onto its plans.

It needed another host to spread its message. The creatures’ pleasure centers were key to their compliance. The human that had once been called Lex had practically begged to give in to it. The alien had to admit that watching Lex slowly succumb had been…what were the words? Fucking hot. The language pattern so strange.


There was a knock at the front door, followed by a pounding. The signal assumed control of Lex’s body, nearly tripping on the boxer shorts as it got out of bed. It paused a moment to stare curiously at the boxer shorts around Lex’s ankles.

More pounding.

“Asshole, I know you are in there. Your machina…your car is out front,” Sergei corrected himself. He was so angry, he slipped into his native Russian, which only succeeded in making him even more pissed.

Lex unit pulled up his boxer shorts as if it were the first time he ever wore clothes (and to the signal, it was).

“Coming,” he shouted, closing the lid to the laptop on his bed and heading out of the bedroom toward the door.

It took the creature that now controlled the puppet Lex a second to figure out the motor skills to unlock the deadbolt and open the door. He slowly opened the door a crack.

“Asshole are you sick,” Sergei asked as he pushed his way into Lex’s apartment.

“I am…fine. Never felt better,” Lex replied in a voice that Sergei felt was creepy.

“You missed your shift. Are you sure you are all right,” Sergei eyed his co-worker suspiciously.

“I am fine. You should be fine, too.”

“You don’t look fine. Are you on the drugs? The professor was worried about you when you didn’t show up to work.”

Sergei paused, finally catching a whiff of Lex.

“And I think you could use a shower. You stink.”

Sergei’s guard was up. There definitely was something wrong with his co-worker. Gone was the sarcastic, energetic Lex –replaced with a person who seemed to be numb and sleepwalking.

He looked closely into Lex’s eyes. It had to be drugs.

“It’s not drugs,” Lex answered. “It’s something so much better. Let me show it to you.”

Lex grabbed Sergei by the hand and reluctantly dragged him down the small hallway to his bedroom.

“Last night…number Six picked up something incredible. You have to hear it.”

Sergei broke free and stopped just outside the door to Lex’s bedroom. The musky smell was unmistakable.

Had his co-worker discovered something out in the far reaches of the cosmos and then repeatedly jacked off over it? That’s what it smelled like in Lex’s bedroom.

“I think we should take your discovery to the professor, no?”

“We will. We will. Everyone at the University will hear it. We’ll make sure of it. But you, my friend, are first.”

Lex hopped on the bed and opened the laptop. Sergei could tell there was copious amounts of cum splashed across the keyboard –and not all of it was dried.

“I think it better I should go,” Sergei said, suddenly frightened.

Lex grabbed onto his arm with a tight grip. Lex opened his mouth and made a sound that was part screech and part howl. Guttural, it did not sound of this earth.

“Let me go,” Sergei said as he punched his co-worker right in the face. Lex didn’t even react, nor did he release his grip on Sergei’s wrist.

When Lex contorted his body in a manner most unnatural to turn towards the laptop, Sergei realized how fucked he really was.

Lex unit opened the lid and hit play. Sergei caught the screen out of the corner of his eye and that was all the signal needed.


It was so beautiful! He quickly forgot about his own personal safety, what was wrong with this co-worker –hell, even the musty smell of bodily fluids. None of it mattered any more. Watching the glorious glow of the signal was his only purpose.

As the signal felt the first connections to Sergei’s cerebral cortex, Lex unit ceased his unearthly howl, trading it for a satisfactory smile.

He picked up the glasses that Sergei had knocked off his face when he had punched him. The Lex unit’s eyes were defective. It would take time for him to repair them. For now, he put the glasses back on to stare at his accomplishment.


The signal forced Sergei’s face to soften, his eyes glaze over and his muscles to release their tension.

“That’s it, my friend. So much better than fighting. Just give in. Submit. Obey.”

“Da. Give in. Submit. Obey,” Sergei mumbled.

The signal felt Lex unit’s appendage harden –what had he called it? Cock. Dick. Penis. Fuckstick. Tool. Man meat.

“Man. Meat. Man meat,” he said outloud, relishing the way it felt to form the words in his mouth.

He spread his legs and slowly moved the laptop until it was placed between them. Sergei’s eyes never once broke their connection, following the laptop’s movement.

Sergei Kosiknov was no longer a threat nor a problem. Watching the Russian slowly succumb to it, the signal did something it hadn’t done heretofore: it felt pleasure.

Was it wrong to feel pleasure? It had been designed to exist beyond the boundaries of right and wrong. It had no moral compass. There was only the mission.

And the mission was moot on pleasure.

The signal stroked Lex unit’s cock and willed Sergei’s own member to stiffen. It stared up at its latest host-in-the-making for any sign of resistance or deviation from the mission.

Sergei absent-mindedly pawed at his hard cock, riding each and every wave as he succumbed further and further to the will of the signal.


Lex unit brushed Sergei’s hand away to briefly unbutton Sergei’s jeans and push them down to his ankles. He pulled the waistband of Sergei’s undergarment out and then down over Sergei’s balls.

Tighty whities was such a curious word grouping, but Lex unit’s brain had told the signal that’s what they were. What they were were an impediment to Sergei’s man meat and the signal was only too glad to pull them down to get at Sergei’s tool.


Lex unit stopped a minute to glance up at his co-worker. He had never done anything remotely gay before and assumed Sergei had never done anything as well.

Had the signal not been enamored by its own sense of pleasure, it would have realized that the Lex unit had a moment of independent thought. In fact, it might have been somewhat alarmed that its initial pairing had resulted in it bonding irrepealable with its initial host.

Lex unit and the signal were one and the same. The signal desired pleasure as much as Lex unit wanted to carry out the mission. As Sergei’s cock disappeared into Lex unit’s mouth and down his throat, it was impossible to tell who was controlling whom.

For his part, Sergei allowed more and more of himself to leak out. He began to thrust in and out of the hot male mouth that seemed so eager for his spunk. His hand crept up to cradle the head that was sucking him.

The signal/Lex unit accessed bits of Sergei’s memory as they sucked. Visiting his Czech friend Andel. Passing out from too much vodka. Waking to find Andel sucking his cock while Andel’s father Konstantin filmed the action. Sergei paying his way through undergrad by fucking his way through countless fresh-faced Russian and Czech boys as Russian gay porn star Alexandr Popov –so named because he could literally pop off a large cum shot on cue.signal4“Da, get naked,” Sergei responded to the signal’s unspoken command. He pulled his shirt over his head.

The signal/Lex unit saw that Sergei had once prided himself on his carnal abilities. Countless co-stars, tricks and johns had commended him on his bedroom skills.

For Sergei’s part, his eyes were still captivated by the pulsating sights and sounds beaming from the computer screen. He had tried to look away –when he had briefly pulled his shirt over his head, temporarily blocking the view, but his eyes soon betrayed him and drifted back to the soft, warm glow of the computer screen.

The broadcast seemed to be rippling out and as it ebbed back, it seemed to take just a bit more of his resistance, replacing it with pure pleasure that made his face break into a goofy smile.

And Russians like Sergei seldom smiled.









Sergei began to embrace it whole heartily. He didn’t even think twice (or at all, really) when he got down on his knees. The signal had just commanded it and he was only too willing to comply at this point. He was rewarded with a burst of pleasure far greater than any drink or drug had given him before.


And when he grasped his co-worker’s dick, signal in his brain grew that much stronger. It was as his Lex as an antenna acting as a conduit for the glorious, mind-numbing pleasure. If his hands on Lex’s cock felt this good, he could only imagine…

He brought his lips close to Lex’s dick. The musky, cum-dried scent seemed to radiate.

No! Even in all his days in porn, Sergei made sure that Alexandr Popov was all man. Alexandr Popov had never once taken a cock in his mouth or up his ass. He did the fucking. He…he…

Sergei’s mind was literally blown as his lips made contact with his co-worker’s dick and the most intimate of contacts was made.

Lex’s cock seemed to pound Sergei further into submission with each and every thrust in and out of his mouth. Listen. Watch. Fallow. Obey

When Lex finally shot a massive load that Sergei was only too happy to swallow, it was as if the signal was now flowing through him and Sergei was now and forever wrapped in its erotic embrace.


Sergei unit heard the order in his head and obeyed.

“It’s time to share what we have found with Professor Trevor,” Lex unit said out loud with a wicked smile.

The Fix

Private James Stone –Stoney to everyone in his platoon—held
the jar of dark liquid in his hands.

This was definitely something that could get him kicked out
of the army. Why had he done it? Why did he swipe the formula?

He had been ordered to do clean up duty in the base’s lab.
The skinny, nerdy scientist had been quite talkative as Stoney pushed the mop
around the lab, flexing his arms. It certainly beat the 10 mile hike
the rest of the platoon was on. 

The military scientist didn’t look like he was much older
than 18. He looked more like a boy scout than soldier. His skinny body
indicated he spent more time in the lab than in military training.

“What exactly do you do around here all day, Corporal”
Stoney inquired.

“Top secret military stuff,” Corporal Toby Daniels answered
as he dispensed a brownish liquid into a beaker and sealed it. 

“What, like super soldier serum,” Stoney said with a laugh. 

“Something like that,” the Corporal replied matter of

“No shit!”

“By background is in nutrition and I’m working on a food
substitute that would pack a lot of energy in a liquid form,” he said, checking
something under a microscope. “We haven’t begun human testing. There have been
some…interesting side effects in the animals we’ve tested it on.”

“But it basically is gonna make you stronger and allow you
to carry on longer?”

“That’s the hope, anyway. Well, I’m off on a run. Hit the
lights and lock up when you’re done.”

As the scientist turned his back and exited, Stoney grabbed
and pocketed the beaker. He quickly finished mopping and then returned to his

He immediately regretted taking it and figured he best
dispose of it quickly. He opened the container up, content to pour its contents
out and toss the beaker down the embankment. The minute he uncorked it, a
peculiar smell hit his nostrils. It smelled deliciously sweet and chocolatey.

He brought the jar up to his lips and paused for a split
second. What had the corporal said about complications in the animal testing? Again,
the sweet, seductive smell flooded his nose and his stomach growled with a
hunger he hadn’t realized he had. If it smelled that good, it probably tasted
even better. 

He tipped the container for a sip. It wasn’t just good. It
was the best thing Stoney had ever tasted. With no hesitation, he tipped the
glass and downed the contents. Fuck! It tasted so good! He ran his index finger
along the inside of the glass, scrapping up ever last bit of the liquid and
sucking his finger clean.

The satiation was soon replaced by a fire that seemed to
spread quickly throughout his body. Stoney dropped the container on the ground,
tore of his shirt. The room began to spin and Stoney fell down onto his cot and
passed out.

The next thing he knew, he was being shaken awake by the

“Where the fuck is it, private?”

Stoney rubbed his stomach as he sat up. His abs…they looked
more defined. “Where is what?”

“Don’t play with me, private. I know you took the sample.
Where is it?”

Corporal Daniels followed Stoney’s eyes to the empty glass
container on the floor of the tent.

“You drank it all?” The corporal quickly rushed over to
Stoney and checked his pupils and then grabbed his arm to check his pulse. “You
idiot. We have no idea what that’s going to do to you. We’ve got to get you to the medical tent right away.” 

“Let go of me,” Stoney said, quickly standing and pushing
the corporal onto the cot.

 “Private, you are coming with me and I’m going to report

Stoney straddled Daniel’s chest and pinned his arms down. He
just needed a minute to think.

As the corporal’s cries grew louder, Stoney bent down and
covered the corporal’s mouth with his own. As the saliva on his lips made
contact with the corporal’s, Daniels stopped struggling.

“Oh, god. I can taste it on your lips,” Daniels exclaimed

Daniels again tried to push Stoney off him, his chest
rubbing against Stoney’s cock and balls. The heat that Stoney had been feeling
throughout his entire body now seemed to centralize in his cock and balls.

Stoney tore off his military boxers with a strength he
didn’t know he possessed. The air felt cool on his dick and balls, but he could
still feel the fire in his loins.  

“Private, get your dick out of my face. That’s an order,”
Daniels said, trying to exert his authority and take control of the situation
that was quickly spinning out of control.

Stoney moaned as the air brushed past his cock and balls as
Daniels spoke. The slight breeze felt so good. God help him, but it was
starting to turn him on.

“Mmmm, it likes your words, baby. Talk to it some more,”
Stoney gushed. 

“Private, I’m not going to ask you again. Get off me,”
Daniels pleaded. 

“Look at my beautiful uncut cock, Corporal,” Stoney urged.
“Take a deep whiff. It smells so nice and I bet it tastes even better. Go ahead
and cool it down with your tongue. I know you want to.”

Just as Stoney spoke the words, heat seemed to come off his
dick. His dick wasn’t even full staff, but it had begun secreting some precum.
The smell seemed to almost seek out a target. Daniels couldn’t help but breath
it in. Initially, it was a salty and musky scent like you smell in a crowded
locker room. It seemed to numb Daniels’ brain and he couldn’t think straight.
It was almost like he was drunk or took a hit of a powerful joint. 

Then the scent seemed to change. It smelled sweet. Like
fresh baked chocolate chip cookies. Daniels mouth began to water.

Stoney watched as the defiance in Daniels’ face seemed to
melt away. Daniels stopped struggling and his eyes seemed to glaze over. 

 “Open your mouth for me, baby,” Stoney coaxed. “Show me how
much you want my beautiful cock.” 

Daniels heard the words in his head and couldn’t resist them
any longer. He opened his mouth wide.

Stoney teased him by rubbing the head of his dick against
Daniels’ plump limps. The minute the precum hit his lips, the voice in his head
that had been Corporal Toby Daniels was locked away. Daniels was completely

As more and more of Stoney’s precum leaked down his throat,
Daniels’ eyes glazed further over.

“That’s it baby. Tell me how much you want it.”

“I want it so bad, sir,” Daniels hungerly replied.

Stoney began to gently thrust his hips back and forth,
battering away at any and all remaining resistance. Daniels wrapped his lips
tightly around Stoney’s shaft.

“Damn, baby. You’re like a Hoover,” Stoney exclaimed
breathlessly. “That’s it, Corporal. Keep sucking my beautiful cock. I’m gonna
fill that mouth with sweet, sweet cum and you’re gonna want to swallow it all
down, ain’t ya?”

Daniels felt his sex drive kick into high gear and he
grabbed Stoney’s firm ass and rhythmically began pushing Stoney’s hard cock in
and out of his own mouth. 

Stoney suddenly pulled his dick out of Daniels’ mouth.

“Tell me you love my cock,” Stoney demanded.

Daniels thought a minute. He wasn’t gay. He had a girlfriend
who he planned to marry before re-upping for another tour of duty. But Daniels
no sooner conjured that thought than it just as quickly evaporated; replaced by
a need. A need for Private Stone’s dick. He didn’t know why or how, but it
somehow didn’t matter anymore.

“Please…I need it,” he begged.

“So, you love it?”

“Yes, I love it.”

“That’s all you had to say, baby,” Stoney said before
thrusting his dick back down the Corporal’s throat.

Though the Corporal out-ranked him, there was something
about asserting his dominance over Daniels that was turning Stoney on.

“Open your throat wider. Show me what a good slave you’ve
turned into, baby.”

As Daniels obeyed the commands, he felt himself grow hard. 

“Well, well, well,” Stoney uttered as he felt Daniels’ erection
against his butt. “It seems like someone likes this.” 

Daniels felt his checks flush with shame. He had to admit,
the more and more he sucked, the more and more he liked it and didn’t want it
to end. 

“It’s OK to play with yourself, just don’t stop sucking,”
Stoney said. While not a direct order, Daniels felt the need to oblige. He
quickly popped the buttons on his fatigues and furiously began stroking his

“Just remember, baby. You don’t cum until I tell you to.”

Daniels nodded.  It
was all the encouragement Stoney needed. He knew his control over Daniels was
complete. Or, at least it would be once Daniels had his first fix. He thrust one
last time into Daniels’ mouth and then blasted what felt like a gallon of jizz
down Daniels’ throat. 

Daniels gulped it all down. Stoney couldn’t be sure, but
Daniels’ eyes seemed to briefly reflect the color of the initial concoction
Stoney had downed earlier.

Unbeknownst to either of them, the supplement had bonded
with Stoney’s own DNA and Stoney’s balls now produced a cum-laced elixir that created
a state of euphoria in anyone who ingested it.

Daniels was flying on a high unlike he’d ever known. He was
still stroking his cock and could only thing of one thing.

“More, please.”

“Strip and bend over that table,” Stoney ordered. 

“I’m not gay. I don’t wanna get fucked in the ass,” Daniels

“Fine, then I guess you won’t be needing any of this,”
Stoney smirked as he shook his dick at Daniels.

Stoney dressed and tossed Daniels clothes at him. “If we ain’t
fucking, get the fuck out of my tent, slut.”

Despite having just sucked Stoney off, Daniels was determined
to assert his heterosexuality. He licked the last bit of cum off his chin and
got dressed.

He lasted about two hours before the hunger got the better
of him. He tried to jack off, but couldn’t seem to cum. After three hours, he began
to shake with need and he began to sweat like a junkie in need of a fix.

Stoney didn’t even seem surprised to see him when he
returned to the tent.

“Almost four hours, baby. I’m impressed, but I knew you’d be
back. Get naked and bend over.”

Daniels silently undressed and bent over the table. He hadn’t
expected it to hurt as much as it did when Stoney slammed his dick into Daniels’
ass. But soon, as Stoney began to leak his enhanced dick snot that was then
absorbed into Daniels’ bloodstream through his ass, a sense of calming warmth quickly
spread over him.  

“Baby, I’m gonna make you blow your load as I’m fucking you,”
Stoney said as he flipped Daniels onto his back.

Daniels began to moan. Sex with his fiancé had never felt
this good. Hell, sex with any girl for that matter. Stoney seemed to be hitting
a spot deep within him.

And then, just as Stoney had predicted, Daniels shot his
load all over his chest and stomach without so much as even touching his dick. 

“Now do you admit you belong to me, baby?”

Daniels hung his head in shame.

“Say it.”

“I belong to you.”

“You belong to me what?”

“I belong to you, Sir.”

“That’s better. Get back on your knees for your reward, baby.” 

Daniels felt a patter of cum splash across his face and into
his gaping mouth. He stood there on his knees in a daze as he absorbed the cum
into his bloodstream.

 “I’m gonna need another batch of that supplement first thing
tomorrow, babe,” Stoney asserted.

Daniels knew he would comply. He’d do anything to get his

The Handyman’s Tool

Bobby Beauchamp fired up his laptop as he chatted with his girlfriend Michelle, trying to coax her into coming over for another night of “Netflix and Chill.”

She had her mind set on seeing some chick flick heist movie –and Bobby had no plans to lose this battle.

“I’m tellin’ ya, babe. It sounds more like a rental than something we need to see in the movie theatre,” he offered.

He hit up the browser to see what Netflix had to offer, but it seemed to take forever for the page to load. It had been acting up since he had caught Marco,the building maintenance guy, on his laptop while Marco was supposed to be fixing his AC unit. He had immediately thrown Marco out of his condo and ran a virus scan that came up clean. There was nothing in the browser history, either, so at least the guy hadn’t been watching porn.

“I know Sandra Bullock is one of your favorite actresses, babe,” he responded with ever-growing frustration. “I just want to kick back and relax tonight,” he added. 

“And I really need to get laid,” he thought to himself, cupping his balls and johnson through his jeans.

The browser minimized without Bobby touching it and a window popped up featuring a purple and blue spiral.

“What the hell,” Bobby exclaimed. “No, not you, babe. Something’s up with my computer. Karen already said she’s free to go with you to the movies if I bail?”

Bobby needed to smooth things over with Michelle if he didn’t want to be dating his right hand tonight, but he also felt like he had to get the damn spiral off his screen. It was sort of getting to him. It was slightly askew. Like a tunnel. Or a well. Yeah, like a well. And he was falling into it. He right-clicked on the taskbar and brought up Task Manager.

The program quickly minimized, though. Leaving Bobby to stare again at the spiral. He had to admit, it was sort of beautiful in a way. The way it seemed to calmly spin, gently beckoning him into it.

“Are you even listening to me,”
Michelle asked, irritatedly.

Bobby didn’t hear her. The spiral continued to flash its lights and colors. All Bobby’s thoughts and cares seemed to swirl away. It was so calming. So soothing. So captivating. Nothing else mattered. The spiral now had his undivided attention.

And the more he watched it, the more he felt he couldn’t look away.

He continued to hold the phone to his ear, though Michelle had long since hung up with a “go fuck yourself.” 

The screen seemed to pulse, now. Bobby could almost feel his own heart synchronize to the spiral. A word suddenly flashed as the spiral continued to spin. Bobby focused on the center of the spiral so he could make it out.

Five letters. Empty. He did want to feel empty. It felt good to have the burden of thoughts lifted from his silly, little head.

The screen flashed, drawing him further in. Another word. He could almost make it out. Bobby starred intently at the spiral.

It felt so wonderful! He had not choice. He simply had to keep watching.
The screen flashed again.

The words seemed to flash in succession now.

It felt like the spiral was massaging Bobby’s brain. The words began to flash in succession. Before long, Bobby began to involuntarily repeat them out loud.  

“Empty. Mindless. Controlled.”

He continued to stare at the spiral and repeat the manta until he heard a loud PING! in his head and everything seemed to wash away.

He was completely unaware at how long he stood there, absorbing more and more of the programing. He hadn’t even realized that he had gotten up to answer the knock at his door. As he opened the door, the daylight flooded in, waking him from his reverie.

Bobby shook his head and then looked at who had knocked on his door. It was the maintenance guy that he had kicked out of his place a few hours ago.

“What the fuck do you want,” Bobby demanded. “Your ass is fired as soon as the condo association calls me back and I tell them what you did.”

“I don’t want any trouble,” Marco said. “I just came back here because I left my favorite HANDYMAN TOOL.”

All of Bobby’s anger seemed to melt away. 

Marco let himself into the condo and closed the door. He walked over to the motionless Bobby, cupped Bobby’s dick and balls and gave them a squeeze. Bobby did not react in the slightest. 

“What are you,” Marco demanded.

“I am the Handyman’s tool,” Bobby uttered robotically with no inflection.

“And who am I,” Marco inquired with authority.

“The handyman,” Bobby replied.

“And that makes you?”

“Your tool.”

“That’s right, boy. Who owns you?”

“Marco owns me,” Bobby said with a shudder of pleasure.

“I need you to call the condo association and tell them that it’s all been a big mistake. You couldn’t be happier with my services.”

“Mistake. Couldn’t be happier with services,” Bobby said as he shuffled back to the couch, retrieved his cell phone and made the request call. 

Marco breathed a sigh of relief. Truth be told, he knew he had fucked up. He had thought that Bobby had left for work when he had caught Marco placing the files on his laptop. Marco couldn’t believe his luck. The asshole had actually used the laptop even after he had caught Marco tampering with it!

Still, Marco would have to be more careful the next time. The condo association president was going to be going out of town on business next week and Marco knew he was going to have to neutralize that threat once and for all. From there, it would be pretty easy to bring the rest of the board under his control and then, the rest of the building. 

“It’s done, Sir,” Bobby said, dropping the phone on the couch beside him. 

“You’ve done well, boy,” Marco said as he took of his shirt and hung it onto his toolbelt. “I think you deserve a reward. It’s time for me to play with the HANDYMAN’S TOOL.”

Bobby’s eyes glazed over again and
he even began to drool a bit.

“God damn, that’s hot. It never
fails to get me going. You ever suck a man’s cock, boy?”

“No, Sir.”

“Who am I,” Marco asked again.

“The handyman,” Bobby answered.

“And that make you?”

“Your tool,” Bobby said.

“My cock is so hard right now, it’s
literally stuck in my jeans. It needs a special tool to free it. A HANDYMAN’S TOOL.”

Bobby felt a shiver of pleasure
as his hands undid Marco’s toolbelt. It dropped to the floor with a thud.

Undeterred, Bobby pulled apart
the buttons of Marco’s jeans and freed his dick.

Marco pushed Bobby off of the
couch and onto the floor. He sat on the couch as if it were a throne.

“Lose the shirt, TOOL.”

Bobby pulled his shirt over his
head and threw it onto the floor. He smiled. So much pleasure in being

“That’s a good HANDYMAN’S TOOL,”
Marco purred. “Now get your mouth on my cock and watch your fucking teeth or I’ll
knock ‘em out.”

Bobby just did what he knew he
liked to have done to his own dick and it seemed to please his Master. His Master
was soon rock hard. Bobby swore he could feel the beat of Marco’s heart as he
tongued the bulging veins of Marco’s dick.

Marco used his foot to push down
Bobby’s jeans so that he could admire Bobby’s ass.

“Your mouth is hot and all, but I
need another tool to relieve this pressure, baby,” Marco said as he lifted
Bobby up from his knees and then bent him over the couch.

Bobby’s ass offered no resistance
to Marco’s cock and Marco wasted no time in plunging it into the hilt. Marco
starting to build up a pretty good pounding.

Bobby instinctively seemed to know
when to tighten his ass and grip Marco’s dick. It was like Bobby’s ass was milking
him. After a few more thrusts, Marco slammed into Bobby, pushing Bobby’s hips
into his own to make sure his cock was buried as far as it would go.

“Bobby really was the right tool
for the job,” Marco thought to himself as he coated Bobby’s insides with what
felt like a gallon of cum.

Bobby was so lost in the bliss of
it all, he didn’t even realize that he dumped his own massive load on the couch
without even touch himself.

Marco left him there –passed out with his face down in his own pile of cum. Marco knew he would be seeing him again very soon. It was always good to have the right TOOL for the job. 

Pods VI – A Lesson in Life Science

Previously in Pods: Pods I, Pods II, Pods III, Pods IV, Pods V

Professor Terry Wilcox was genuinely surprised
to see Jimmy Babcock and his cabal of troublemaking friends show up to class
again. The quartet has skipped the past four weeks of Wilcox’s Life Sciences
class, missing the midterm and essentially flunking the course.

Wilcox knew most kids only took the course
because they had to. The university required every student take at least two
semesters of science and Wilcox’s course –along with Geology—were purposely
designed as an easy pass. All you had to do is show up, take the quizzes and
exams that most students could pass without even bothering to buy the text book
for the course and write some bullshit paper that, frankly, Wilcox didn’t
really bother to read beyond making sure each paper met the minimum requirements
in terms of page length and number of cited sources.

After two weeks of screwing off and disrupting class,
Babcock had suddenly stopped coming. The next week, Babcock’s wingman Bradley
Taylor also didn’t bother to come to class. The following week, the not-too-bright
friend Connor Fleming was AWOL. And, just last week, Thomas Webber, the
bespectacled one in the group that Wilcox was pretty sure the rest were only
friends with because he idolized them all and probably did all their homework
and wrote their papers, also stopped coming to class.

Which in itself had been odd, because when he had asked
Webber about his friends’ whereabouts, Webber had given him the impression that
he had stopped hanging out with them because they all had started acting weird.

And now, all four stood before him.

“Mr. Babcock, Mr. Taylor, Mr. Fleming and Mr. Webber,”
Wilcox rattled off. “The prodigal students return. To what do I owe this

Jimmy Babcock snickered as if he was in on some secret. The
smile seemed to spread across each teen’s face as if they were a single brain.
It was creeping Wilcox out. 

“I’d wipe the smiles off your faces, if I were you,” he
threatened. “You all missed the midterm.” 

“That’s why we came here to see you today,” Jimmy said.
“We’ve been….working on a special project.”

“And I suppose you’re hoping for extra credit? You boys all
missed a large portion of my class. How fair would it be to the rest of the
class if I gave you boys special treatment?”

“Once you see it, you’ll change your mind. I’m sure of it.”

Jimmy calmly nodded to Tommy Webber, who calmly walked over
to the door and locked it.

“Guys, what’s this about,” Wilcox said, suddenly

Jimmy fished into his backback. “We don’t want to be
disturbed,” Jimmy explained as he fished into his backpack. “This is something
you are really going to be glad you saw.”

He emerged with some sort of
egg-shaped organic item that was covered in a green viscous fluid. In all his
years of study, Wilcox had never seen anything like it. He tentatively moved in
to get a closer look of the object and then stopped himself.

“Where did you get this,” he
asked Flemming. 

The teen did not answer him. Flemming’s eyes weren’t just
glazed over. They had a greenish hue that matched the egg. His mouth hung open
in a gaping “o” as if he was almost summoning something.

“Would one of you like to
tell me what the hell he is on?” 

He glanced at all the other
students whose eyes were all an eerie shade of green now. 

The teens surrounded him. He
backed up until he could go no further; his back hit the back of his teaching

Babcock held the oval thing out before him and to Wilcox’s
shock it began to open just like the petals of a flower,

“Get that thing away from me,” he pronounced as he forcible
knocked Babcock’s hand away.

The teens all stopped in unison.

“It’s alright to be a little scared,” Babcock assured.
“Hell, Taylor here shit himself when I first showed him the gift. But he
learned to accept it.”

Taylor nodded and then moaned in pleasure. “So good,” he
mumbled as he stroked himself.

“Connie was a little easier. We got him drunk, but I got to
admit something, Professor. There’s something about seeing a guy resist just a
bit before ultimately submitting to the inevitable. It really gets my crank
going, if you know what I mean.”

“Tommy,” Wilcox pleaded with the Webber teen.

“Shit, Tommy’s not gonna be any help,” Babcock exclaimed,
walking over to him and kissing him on the lips. “Tommy here is the only one
who voluntarily embraced it. So desperate to belong to our little group.”

Tommy pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose with one
hand as the other unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard dick.

“So much pleasure,” he moaned as he stroked. “You’ll see.”

Wilcox suddenly threw everything at his desk at the lads
with one full swoop of his hands. He hoped it just might be enough of a
distraction for him to make it to the door, unlock it and run. 

The teens seemed to howl an unearthly sound.
Babcock made contact with the back of Wilcox’s suit jacket, preventing his
escape. Wilcox felt something cold and slimy hit his neck. 

Warmth quickly

from his head down to his toes, paralyzing him
with pleasure.

“Quick thinking, Tommy,” Babcock congratulated his friend.
“Tommy hit you in the back of your head with some cocksnot right from the

“My dad came in on my when I was converting my older brother
and some got on him when he was pushing me off David,” Tommy narrated as if
giving a science report. “We have found that it can put anyone in a more
agreeable mood.”

As the drug-like substance was absorbed into his
bloodstream, Wilcox felt his face soften.

“It’s got its hooks into you now. You aren’t going to be any
more trouble, are you,” Babcock asked.

Wilcox was on the best high of his life. His whole body
seemed to vibrate and sing with pleasure. His cock seemed to roar to it’s full
7 and a half inches of hardness. What had he been doing? He had been trying to
urgently go somewhere but could no longer remember why.

“That’s better, Terry. Can I call you Terry,” Babcock asked.

“Professor….Wilcox,” he replied through clutched teeth as
waves of pleasure washed over him.

“We’re about to get much more intimate with each other. It’s
OK for me to call you Terry. It’s fine.”

“It’s fine,” Wilcox agreed, feeling a wave of pleasure.

“That’s better. Now, Terry…you’ll fee so much better if you
unbutton your pants and pull them and your underwear down.

Wilcox felt his trembling hands undoing his belt,
unbuttoning his dress slacks and pulling them and his black boxer briefs down.

Babcock bent Wilcox over a nearby desk and held the pod out
in front of Wilcox’s hole.

Wilcox came as he felt his Master shoot out from
its protective casing and enter his anal cavity.

The teens all cheered as they watched Wilcox’s Master burrow into his body.

Wilcox could feel it crawling through his body. Its tendrils
attaching themselves to nerve endings on a slow journey up Wilcox’s body to his

Once the teens were quite satisfied that Wilcox’s Master was
in place, they helped him out of his clothes and began to strip themselves. 

Ever the teacher’s pet, Tommy was soon on his knees sucking
the professor’s cock.

When Wilcox came, his Master was flooding his brain with an
array of chemicals and Wilcox had never been so blissed out. 

Babcock bent him over a desk and Wilcox offered no resistance.Tommy continued to nurse Wilcox’s cock back to full hardness as Babcock;s tongue darted in and out of his hole.

Taylor and Fleming were only too willing to quiet Wilcox’s incessant moaning by making sure Wilcox’s mouth was full.

With ever orgasm,
Wilcox gave up more and more control to the superior being that had crawled
inside him.

His Master assumed complete control while Wilcox was on his
knees, servicing his fellow slaves. 

Their collective mind now joined, Wilcox
erupted green goo on the floor as his fellow slaves showered him with their own
cum. Wilcox had never felt more alive and more connected.

He couldn’t wait to share his findings at the next faculty

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.”


“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.