Amplifications 3
by AKA
If you have never experienced sex with an Augment, I will only briefly discuss here what that experience is like.
Obviously, this is from my point of view, which may be unique in that I had experience sex with Augments both from a non-augmented human perspective and as I am now, so I am in the unique position (and that isn’t a pun, even though I quite often find myself in unique positions) to have practical knowledge of the sensations associated with the sexual act from both sides.
There is a thing that sometimes happens to ordinary people engaged in the beautiful act of sex. They can be distracted by thought. Lose their place, so to speak, as they begin to think about what it is that they are doing - or trying to do. The brain and the body stop acting in unison. The body wants only pleasure, and will seek it without thought. The brain is looking for reason or achievement of a goal, using the body in that pursuit.
When the two are in unison, it is perfect. But perfect sex is difficult to achieve and nearly impossible to maintain.
An Augment is designed for sex. Purely and simply. Everything an Augment does, everything we say to you, everything we observe and suggest and enact is designed for one goal: Prefect sex.
Don't misunderstand me, here. When we're with you, we aren't lying to you. We do find you incredibly attractive. We want to have sex with you. We want you to enjoy every moment of it - from the first flirting glances to the last scream of ecstasy when your cock explodes and stars appear in your eyes from the intensity of the pleasure we will provide to you. Our goal is simple, and we use every tool, every ability - every weapon in our arsenal to achieve unending and unconditional perfect sex with you.
But you can get in the way of that goal, and we understand that. We nudge. We retreat. We encourage. We demonstrate. We want you to be sexually fulfilled - as fulfilled as we are, and we are always fulfilled.
Now please imagine, if you can, two Augments designed for perfect, fulfilling, all-encompassing sex together. Imagine, if you can, being with someone who knows exactly what you want, what you want to do, what you want done to you, and with you, exactly when and where you want it.
Imagine, if you can, being with someone whose body conforms absolutely and without flaw to the body that most...revs your engines. The body you fantasize about, or fantasize about having. And that body is attached to a face that also matches your fantasies. A face that smiles at you and for you, with eyes that gaze upon you with adoration and a strong lust to fulfill your every desire, no matter how big or small or filthy.
A face, a body, a mind that will do whatever you want, for however long you want, and can anticipate and respond to your every fantasy instantly.
And you are also that face and that body and that mind.
Now add another one.
The three of us spent a good deal of time - and probably more than was prudent - enjoying each other. I had been perfected again during Inscription, and each of us, each Level 12, had been granted unlimited power and unlimited libidos and the unlimited capability to enjoy each other in an unlimited fashion.
So, yeah, if I were a master of understatement I would say...it was the most spectacular sex I had ever experienced.
I mentioned before that I did not start out as an Augment, that I was augmented within the local male Residence by my companions as a kind of gift, and the circumstances surrounding the giving, receiving and imparting of that gift aren’t consequential to this part of my tale, other than to say that I inadvertently - or, rather, that I unknowingly granted the two Augments I had been assigned with total autonomy, which was the real beginning of everything that came after.
You see, Augments of this type are ‘designed’ people. Some are even bespoke, individually tailored to the desires, needs - lusts, if you will - of certain very wealthy owners. Augments are assigned to clients to fulfill a contract, and what that contract entails and how long it lasts is entirely negotiable.
Outside that definition of responsibility, however, Augments are not allowed free will. Augments exist for the benefit and the use of their owners or, as was in my case, renters, for the duration of their contract.
My mistake, if I made one, was to allow the two Augments in my care the ability to choose for themselves what they wanted. These are not robots or cyborgs or androids, you understand. These are men - but men with specific limitations and specific roles to fulfill in our modern society.
I broke the rules. And now we are all enjoying the results.
Perhaps you note the reference to being Level 12 Augments, and perhaps also you are wondering about the significance of that concept and that number. The number will shortly lose all meaning, because…well, best not spoil all the surprises, right?
Levels are merely measurements - or magnitudes - of an Augment’s size, capabilities, specializations and sexuality. That last may be an odd concept to fathom. How does one measure sexuality? My meaning here is that some of us have augmentations that allow us to broadcast and enhance sexual experiences and situations to either individuals or broad groups of others whether they have been augmented or not.
Perhaps it is simpler to think of this as amplified libido and charisma. Libido is one’s sexual drive. Ours has been amplified to a level so vast and all-encompassing that it can literally extend from us though a series of physical manifestations our bodies materialize at will. Charisma is one's affect on others. When someone walks into a room and all eyes turn his way, he has a great deal of charisma.
Ours in infinite.
For example, were I to kiss your mouth and deem it necessary (or simply desirable) to amplify its effects, I could stimulate and heighten the pleasurable qualities of the contact of my skin against yours, then release a powerful sexualizing pheromone into the surrounding air, pass testosterone into your bloodstream through my saliva enhanced with amplified masculine sexual potency, plus utilize the psychic capabilities that our contact has triggered between us and use special auditory frequencies that my vocal cords may emit to make you achieve an instant erection and orgasm with such power that I could (but would not, unless you wished it) cause you to pass out from sheer bliss - unless I also pumped up your mental faculties to accept the unfiltered and highly amplified sexual onslaught I am able to give you so that you will experience every nanosecond of its spectacular potency.
Simple.
And I would do all of the above in an instant and without your acknowledgement because our mental connection would grant me immediate and automatic shared knowledge of your every desire as it happened. I would be granting your wishes as they occurred to you and without a word spoken.
That is an Augment’s job, so to speak - and also an Augment’s pleasure.
We love what we do. We enjoy it as much and possibly more than our clients - but because we have been built or programmed with that behavior. In a sense, we are slaves to our own desires because we cannot help ourselves.
It is, quite literally, what we are and not just what we do.
It probably goes without saying that as one advances in Level, one increases in power and ability. Specialization may occur along the way, depending on how an Augment is augmented and amplified. These augmentations (additional superhuman or supernatural powers) and amplifications (heightened, enlarged, expanded and intensified abilities or physical aspects and attributes) are applied according to our owner’s specifications, though in most cases we are given balanced levels of all attributes and abilities so that we may please the widest possible audience.
None of this should be surprising or shocking to you.
What may be shocking is that prior to my involvement and collusion with my new comrades, the highest level an Augment could achieve was eight - and a Level Eight Augment was, at that time, limited to Overseers of which I have spoken.
I must beg your pardon, I find that I became a bit...polite after I was Inscribed. If I go on at length about this process and our people, the Augments, it is because I wish for you to understand what it was like before.
I remember the man I was quite vividly. My mind and memory are augmented as well, because everything I do now, and everything I have ever done, come back to me with crystal clarity. Every word. Every thought. Every desire. As it happened, and with whom, and when and where. What they looked like. What I felt about them. So I know that I am changed essentially and in tiny ways that perhaps only I notice now. I attribute this to the Inscription, and though it doesn’t bother me it is hard to say whether this is because it truly doesn’t bother me, or whether that was programmed into me.
Some programming is more difficult to rewrite than other programming. Or maybe I simply prefer to keep some of it as I believe it makes me a better person.
As I was saying, each augmented Level builds upon the previous one, but not necessarily in all areas. The most common attributes in male Augments that are always amplified are size, strength, beauty and sexual prowess. Hardly surprising, I know. These attributes increase exponentially to the power of ten, in a manner similar to how tectonic plate shifts - earth tremors - are measured. A series four tremor is ten times more powerful than a series three. A 4.1 tremor is one-tenth more powerful than a 4.0. Using this rank of magnitude, as we advance in Level we grow ten times stronger in these areas with every advancement.
What does that truly mean?
From your perspective, as someone I might encounter, at Level 12 an Augment might be considered as an example of physical and sexual perfection. Perfection, as a term, is something quite difficult to parse because we almost never encounter it. Even diamonds have flaws.
We have none.
Having said that, I’m sure that some would consider our size to be imperfect. We are...quite large. In every respect as that refers to physical size. Being so large in a world that wasn’t built to accommodate men of our stature (hardly unexpected since it’s unlikely that anyone ever considered my level of augmentation and amplification possible) I could also be considered impractical as well as imperfect. I am so large now, and so strong, and so powerful, and so beautiful, that life among those not similarly favored would prove otherwise difficult.
Luckily, all of my augmentations have been equally amplified, which makes it somewhat easier for me. It is, in my experience, quite amazing what someone will do when confronted with perfection.
It doesn’t hurt that I can provide instant sexual gratification with a mere thought to a fairly large number of people, regardless of their predilections or preferences.
But why go on explaining when I can simply tell my tale and let the story speak for itself?
Again, apologies for trying to make you understand. Perhaps it is because I don’t often get the opportunity to speak with people before they are overcome by desire and lust and we are engaged in more physical pursuits before I am even given time to utter a sound.
Eros, Anteros and I were now faced with a conundrum: It was necessary to leave this Residence and travel to another before we could continue to build on the foundation of perfection we had assembled so far. There was simply no other choice. Otherwise we would be sequestered here, perhaps forever, and might never be able to explore our limitations - or, more accurately, the lack thereof.
We boarded the silent lift to take us back to the entrance level. I was also now cognizant of exactly what it meant to be granted the title of official Overseer for a Residence of Augments.
I could hear all of my brothers in my head. One might think that this would be a severe distraction, to say the least. So many voices, so many souls, so many minds held within me. This, I also understood, was necessary so that I could respond to any brother whose time had come for upgrading.
I call them brothers, but they were more even than that relationship can attest to. These men were my brothers and my sons. They were my lovers and my friends. There were my family and my employees. As Overseer, I knew them all with an intimacy and power that went well beyond any relationship I could conceive of. In some manner, through our shared augmentations, I was myself and I was each of them. Their experiences were now mine, so that I could know them and know how to upgrade them when the time came.
Of course, we had already, between the three of us, upgraded every man within the walls of the Residence to our level of perfection. I could recall, now, every thrust, every caress, every drop of sweat, the scent of every man, his eyes, his lips, his lips against mine, his lips wrapped around my cock, my cock in his mouth, the sensation as he sucked and I came, over and over, again and again. All of it, all of them, forever, captured inside me.
Now we had to release them from bondage.
Some safeguards were in place to prevent what we intended, but we had one advantage that no one had prepared for - we were Level Twelves. There had never been anyone like us before. They had no concept of my power, of what I could do, and of what I wanted.
Overseers were the most advanced and powerful of Augments, but they were conditioned far more strongly as a result. Conditioned against escape and disobedience. Conditioned to prevent Overseers from walking outside the Residence and performing upgrades on anyone else.
Because we could.
As we approached the exit to the facility, I could feel the chains begin to tighten. It was similar to the sensation I had experienced when I engaged my engines to drive Eros and Anteros to this level of perfection. Something inside me, something intrinsic to my being, something meant to frighten me and drive me back was manifesting.
Stop, it was screaming. Stop.
“Are you all right?” Eros asked me. I looked at his handsome face and he could see something in mine that was reflected in his eyes.
“I cannot depart,” I heard myself saying. Which was odd, because I had not meant to say anything. “It is not allowed.”
Anteros touched my shoulder with his warm, comforting grip, squeezing the overwhelming mountain of muscle with his strength. “You must overcome your restrictions,” he said. “They will attempt to prevent you from leaving.”
I wanted to leave. I said, “I cannot depart. It is not allowed.”
The doors to the lift whispered open. I could not move. The inscription process, no doubt, had inserted safeguards that I could not control.
This was my first reminder that the very things that had created the man that I was now, this perfect and perfectly beautiful and masterfully powerful and incredibly sexual man that I had been made into, were the same things I could not control. These were still alien particles inside my large body. I was this muscle, this cock, this face, but swarming inside me everywhere were femtobots manufactured and controlled by a corporation that still controlled me, too.
The very agents that had turned me into this perfect giant of unlimited sexual prowess and superhuman muscular strength were not mine to command. Yes, they continued in infinitesimal ways to perfect me and allow me to be this miraculous agent of change whom other men could quite literally plug in to and receive their own massive upgrades, but they also continued to be an extension of this place and this company.
Would I - could I ever vanquish their control?
Eros moved before me, meeting my gaze with his. My god, the beauty of this man. I was overcome with it, seeing his face, smelling his scent, the cascades of colors that my augmented vision could now perceive. He was awash in brilliant hues of red - the color of desire - and gold - the color of love - and blue - the color of fear. He was afraid for me. Bright sparks of fear ricocheted off the vibrant red and gold that traveled over his smooth, copper skin. “You can overcome this, my friend. My brother. You must overcome this for all of us.”
“I cannot depart.” I remained motionless. “It is not allowed.”
He tried to physically move me. I watched and felt his muscular power increase as he applied more and more strength to the effort, but I would not be moved.
I heard an announcement, though whether it was within my head or within the lift or the room, I couldn’t tell. It said, in a familiar and pleasant feminine voice, “An anomaly has been detected within the Residence. The Overseer is acting without authority. Please remain where you are. Representatives of the Biological Enforcement Agency have been alerted. Agents are en route to your location.”
Eros and Anteros had heard the announcement as well, and they exchanged a look. “What should we do?” Anteros asked.
Eros attempted again to move me, but my resistance was now physical. I removed his hands from my naked body, using equal force that I knew could grow into damaging force against him, and there was nothing I could do to stop myself. “This is not unanticipated,” he said looking at me. I wasn’t sure if he was speaking to me or to his companion. Perhaps to both of us, to reassure us.
“He’ll injure us - or himself,” Anteros said. The female voice came back, repeating, “Please remain where you are. Representatives of the Biological Enforcement Agency have been alerted. Agents are en route to your location.” I wondered what the other men within the Residence were doing. Was this something that occurred often? Were they all being shut down? Why wasn’t this affecting Eros and Anteros?
Then I remembered what they had said. I had inscribed them in the system. They were merely Level 12 Augments. I was the only official Overseer. It seemed that as far as the system was concerned, I was the only threat to biological enforcement. As an Overseer, I could upgrade...any man.
Or every man.
“What should we do?” Anteros asked.
Eros tilted his head. His dark hair slipped across his smooth forehead and dipped into his stormy gaze. “It is time.”
As I looked at him, the throbbing surges of color that displayed his love and desire for me flared to nearly blinding brilliance. I could feel the power - the overwhelming staggering power of the man, his sexuality and desire and love - surging towards me with enough strength to undoubtedly cause an entire stadium of people to scream in absolute bliss and erupt with fountains of cum as their cocks surged to sudden power and they succumbed to his absolute and unyielding passion.
He placed his hand behind my neck and leaned his beautiful face to mine and opened his soft, warm, sensual lips to press them to my own. I still could not move, could not respond, could not act.
As we touched, an explosion of that sensation of absolute sexual bliss erupted at a level that staggered even me.
How could he do this? In the moment, all I could feel - all that existed - was he and I. I am certain that if the building were not so fully secured and protected against us, the entire city might have achieved instant and absolute orgasmic eruption from this man.
His power - the level of it, the scope and the supreme control he showed over it - was literally stunning, and unleashing it on me in its entirety and without filters or limits shocked my system to such an extent that I was momentarily overcome by him.
And it was in that moment that he chose to lift me into his arms and carry me physically from the Residence.
I did not realize at the time what was happening. I could not feel his strong arms lifting me onto his broad shoulders. I did not feel the warmth and strength of his magnificent body as I rested atop him, did not smell his scent as it rose within the room to overwhelm everything. Were the walls sweating with potent drops of liquid desire? Did the floor buckle and ripple as his undiluted wave of pure masculine sex erupted? Did the fire suppression system activate from the heat of his absolute passion?
I did not feel his strong legs pivot and stride with determination towards the doors that would open into the outside world, and whatever was awaiting us there.
I was drowning in the ocean of his sexuality. A willing victim to the astounding level of absolute and purely refined eroticism which this man could manifest with stunning ease. Or perhaps he had been waiting for this moment his entire life, tapping some deep well that he held in reserve, that he had been building and building brick by brick and that only he knew he owned, using it now when there was no other choice, throwing the weight of his entire soul at me in one kiss.
I learned later that Anteros was similarly affected, though to a lessor degree, but as he was not the target of Eros’s arrow of love he managed to follow us across the room towards the exit. As we approached it, two steel doors slammed shut before us and the doorway lit up in a glow of red light. That voice again, saying, "Do not attempt to exit this Residence. Please remain where you are. Representatives of the Biological Enforcement Agency have been alerted. Agents are en route to your location. Deviation from these instructions may result in immediate termination of contract."
They did not care. Freedom was mere steps away.
Anteros stepped forward and applied his strength to the lock down. He pushed his fingers into the thick steel of the doors as if they had been constructed of clay. The muscles along his arms and shoulders and back flared into power, bulging broadly and into fat cables and thick balls, flexing mightily beneath his skin. Even with his consummate and superhuman strength, he struggled on his own to free us from our prison.
A keening wail of tearing steel echoed through the room. Anteros was grinding his teeth together, his gorgeous blue eyes pinched shut as he summoned every last ounce of his strength to tear the doors open. Sweat sheened his smooth skin like glass, draining along the deep crevices between each thick fold of muscle.
Inch by torturous inch, he pried a hole in the doors, gaining a handhold and moving himself into the gap. Then he was sitting astride it, adding the strength of his legs to the job of ripping the meter-thick, solid metal doors apart as sweat sprung up on his flesh and drained down the silver metal, perfumed with his gorgeous scent.
If ever there was a test of our strength and an example of our new power, this was it. A single Level 12, using all his muscles - every drop of strength - was compacting steel against itself and forcing a hole where there was no hole.
“Hurry, brother,” Eros advised him. He could not put me down - would not. I was still overcome by the thrall of his sexuality, and he was afraid to break contact with my body.
I was still lost in a beautiful fog of sex. Drifting in clouds of power. Drowning in the ocean of Eros’s perfect love.
Anteros looked at him as if to say, ‘Does it look like this is easy?’
At last, breathing hard and with every muscle on his naked, perfect, mammoth body bulging to its most massive extent, he stood aside, bowed low, sweeping his left arm towards the exit he had just created and said, with a proud smile on his beautiful, sweat-coated face, “After you.”
Eros smiled at him and nodded. “Thanks,” he growled.
He stepped through, with me on his shoulders. Anteros followed quickly. Outside the secured exit, they strode towards the glass doors that fronted Elysium, their Residence, and Anteros opened the doors for Eros and I to step outside into the dawn light.
The rain had passed over the city. The scent of its passing mingled with the musky manliness of Eros’s strong sexuality and the spicy sweat of Anteros’s labors. I was dazed, ass up on Eros’s shoulders as we three naked, glorious, massive and perfect men stepped outside the Residence and the laws that were so carefully designed to hold us inside. I could still sense fear in the body of the man carrying me, but also intense excitement and happiness.
Somewhere, in the distance, the sound of sirens.
And that is how we escaped captivity to begin our adventures in your world.