Augmentations 4

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He looked down at me, alpha dog to underling, but I was in control. He slowly dropped to the floor. His muscles, still burning and bulging from his strenuous workout, popped and flexed beneath his skin.

“All fours.”

His cock was rock-hard. His body was, too. He moved onto his hands, assuming the position.

My dick was dripping. I was more than ready. I circled around behind him to gaze upon that perfect and perfectly tortured butt of his. He had prepared himself for me, with his knees set apart so that his hole was open and waiting. I looked at the perfect pink pucker and he managed to open it even wider. Such muscle control! God, he was good.

I spit into my right hand and applied the natural lube to my raging hard-on. He was motionless before me, his wide, tapered back swarming with bulges of brawn, the muscles of his legs like fat wedges carved from mahogany. His ass was smooth and hairless. His huge balls drooped down ponderously, and I know his cock was pounding out a steady rhythm against his belly. Fuck, he was hot! I bet the neighbors could smell his sex stink from miles away.

I confess that I nearly came spontaneously just looking at him, there. The mighty figure prone before me, awaiting my commands, anxious to be pierced by my cock. His butt was a thing of gorgeous power, the thick glutes pulled back to reveal the target of my present lust. All his muscles pushed to their max, and his coppery skin coated in a sheen of his sweat.

I made him wait for it. I remained in silent contemplation of his ass as I slowly stroked myself and attempted to withhold the load of cream that was already shoving for release. Fuck, would I even be able to do this without erupting within seconds of entering him? What was it going to feel like, shoving myself inside his tight, talented hole? What would he do to me in there? Grab hold and never let go? Was he equipped with some hidden talent that they had given him? Some new augmentation or amplification that was going to drive me insane batshit crazy with pleasure?

His hole opened again, as if asking to be violated. Fuck, I was hard. And more than ready.

I approached the target and set my grip to his narrow hips. He let out a small sound at my touch, like a groan or a growl. The muscles bulging all over his back suddenly tensed tightly and his flesh seemed to suction onto every perfect muscle. I positioned the tip of my cock at his backdoor, like a dog sniffing the ass of its bitch. It was drooling precum and throbbing hotly in my grip. I kissed the tip to the entryway and he let out another small, deep sound, something from that magnificent chest that rumbled through him like a tremor of lust.

I knew what he wanted. I could sense the desire through the bond, and the need. He wanted me to get the fuck in there! He wanted me to end the torture and fuck his ass the way it needed to be fucked. He wanted to feel his body light up from the contact and feel me pushing against him, hard.

Instead, I began to slowly - achingly, torturously slowly - to push myself in his ass. I wanted him to feel every millimeter of my intrusion. I wanted him aware, intensely aware, of my size, my thickness, my heat and hardness. I wanted him to attempt to keep me out, to no avail, because I was the biggest, the baddest, and the sexiest bastard he was ever going to have his perfect ass fucked by.

It was torture for me, too. Fuck, he felt good. Better than good. He had an ass that was built to be fucked. It tightened against me, then allowed deeper entry, then squeezed again. It was a velvet vice, massaging and gripping and slick as butter. Fuck, it felt good. He was hot as hell in there, and when I had managed to push every inch of my prick in his butt and pressed my balls against his, he let out a groan of intense pleasure and satisfaction, and passed that sense of sexual bliss through the bond to me.

My god, I never wanted out of that vice. I wanted us joined like this forever. I remained seated inside him, feeling his ass muscles pushing and contracting and squeezing against my intrusion until I heard him say, very quietly, as if through clenched teeth, “Fuck me, please. Fucking fuck me!”

I grinned. Satisfaction washed over me. And I began to withdraw my fat prick as slowly as I had entered. Jesus, it was a difficult journey. He was pulling me back inside, his ass literally gripping my dick and refusing to allow me to leave his hot, wet hole. I moved my hands onto the round perfection of his glutes and began to caress and massage them, relaxing the way out. His entire body shuttered with ecstasy. His muscles flexed and bulged again, displaying their size and might, and I was halfway out.

“No,” he begged.

I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. It took all my energy, all my self control, all my attention to hold myself back. I could feel the strong, insistent tingle of an orgasmic explosion all along my cock. My balls were filled up, drooping with my load of warm cream. The eye of my prick was weeping a stream of honey inside his butt. It took everything I had not to blow my wad and pull myself free.

“Please,” he begged again.

Fuck, I was horny.

Nearly out, watching my veiny shaft extend, I could feel his ass giving way to my dominion at last.

So I started to fuck him.

I fucked him hard. I fucked him good. It felt glorious and perfect and he was making these noises, deep growls and raw grunts, that stoked the fires within me and I was pushing in deep, again and again, fucking the living shit out of that man’s perfect and beautiful ass.

And fuck, was he a good bottom. We like to think, when we’re on top, that we’re in charge. But the truth is it’s the bottom in control. It’s the target of our lust that we are lost without. He was as insatiable and talented on the bottom as he had been on top. Pliant and submissive, for sure, but the things his ass could do to my cock are beyond description.

What did he have inside there? Another throat? Something so powerful and pliable and hungry that it could do that to my cock? Massage me, squeeze me, suck the cum right out of my balls?

It was paradise in there. I achieved nirvana. I rose to heaven and sank into hell. I closed my eyes and thrust my hips and felt the incandescent thrilling throbs and tingles of sexual perfection erupting along every millimeter of my huge, hard, hot cock as I plunged myself inside his perfect masculine power again and again. His body and strength and beauty surrounded my prick and swallowed me up. My whole body shook and my brain spun around and I could feel it coming, the biggest fucking orgasm of my entire life.

I confess that I couldn’t fuck that ass for long before the sensations I had managed thus far to withhold could not be delayed another second. The dam was breached and I started to shove a load of heavy cream up the fat inches of my prick in strong, heavy gouts that flooded his ass and lubed my actions, creating a vicious cycle of creaming and fucking, each feeding the other, and I grabbed onto his butt and shoved myself deep, deep inside and my body shook and my toes curled and I swear to fucking god I blasted a fucking nut up his ass. Maybe both nuts.

I had never cum so strongly or so fully. I wished I could see the fountain blasting from the end of my cock as I filled him up. It felt like I was fucking exploding. I could've shot that first load a mile.

He arched his head up and let out a feral sound like a bear or a wolf would make, a deep-throated roar of intense and perfect pleasure and I knew he was cumming, too. I could practically hear him going off like a firehose. Jesus, the man knew no bounds at all. How many times was he going to go off like that, and each one as powerful and full as the first one.

I pulled out and took hold of my pumping prick and sprayed my load across his wide back. The iridescent cream gathered in the folds between his muscular bulges and glazed his skin. He could feel me cumming on him and he turned his head slightly, perhaps intending to watch me. I slapped his ass hard and he turned away, laughing I think, and I finished emptying my balls on his body.

I bent down and tried to encompass his muscular girth in my arms and felt the intense strength and hardness of his body. My sticky cream coated up both and ran off the sides of his mammoth frame in thick runnels.

I realized, as I was lying atop him, feeling him explode another blast of cream, that something was changing about him. Something was physically changing. He was breathing hard and still covered in sweat. He was growling or purring, I wasn’t sure which, and as my naked body was lying atop his I could feel him expanding.

That was the word for it. He was expanding. I could feel his body moving beneath me, and it was moving because it was getting bigger. His muscles were growing larger, and his skin was stretching, and his body was growing physically bigger.

I knew it was happening. My heart started to race and I struggled to stay on top of him as his back stretched wider and the myriad muscular bulges grew thicker and fatter, rising up beneath his skin, increasing the impossible definition and separation between every muscled bulge.

I heard him growl, “Ah, fuck yeah,” or something like that. His voice seemed absurdly deep. He started to rise off all fours, lifting his torso and I slid away, lubed by my own cream and the sweat of his body, falling on my butt on the floor near the weight rack.

I was behind him, looking up at him. My cock was still rigid but growing limp. I was as sweaty as he was, glistening under the lights, coated in my cream. He lifted up his arms and looked back and forth between them, his shaggy head moving to and fro like a great bear.

His biceps were growing. He balled his fists and pushed spasms of power into them and he - and I - watched them growing. I could see the fibers of muscle splitting and multiplying. I watched the bulge swell upward under the skin and grow by the inch.

His shoulders were expanding as well, along with his lats and the muscles of his back. I watched his entire upper body growing larger with brawn. I could see - physically see - the power manifest in every distinct head of every powerful muscle.

He rose to his feet, seemingly in a daze. He was looking down at himself, his hands and arms had fallen and he was exploring his body. I said, “What is it? What’s happening?”

He turned toward me. The look on his face - it was like a religious ecstasy or deep sexual bliss. “Growth cycle,” he reported. “Pre… premature. Should only happen when I am inactive.”

Inactive. Sleep. This is how they grew them. This is what happens. This is why… “You’re growing?”

He nodded. “Feels…”

The bond opened. The sensations he was feeling flooded my body. I knew how he was feeling. I could feel it, too. As I watched him grow, as the muscles of his body developed miraculously and his frame expanded to contain all the new brawn, he was being flooded with some form of narcotic or some naturally occurring chemical, a dopamine, that made him equate what was happening to him with the pleasure of sex.

It was an amazing and enthralling experience, to watch him grow. His chest swelled outward. His shoulders built upward. He wasn’t growing to gigantic status, instead everything was slowly but inexorably growing larger, by an easily discernible amount.

It was as if the man before me was magnifying. Everything got bigger, from the size of his feet to the width of his hips to the length of his cock. Even his balls were swelling, visibly enlarging and dropping farther as they grew heavier.

Of all his features, only his face remained largely unchanged. There was an intensity in his blue-eyed gaze that bordered on fanatical. If what I was feeling through the bond was only half of what he was experiencing, that look was entirely understandable. His body was being flooded with pleasure, to overcome what had to be an otherwise painful process. His very bones were being forced to grow along with his muscle and everything else. But the overall effect was breathtaking and, I have to say, as sexy as hell.

It didn’t take very long, or perhaps I was so mesmerized by it all that time lost all meaning. It ended as abruptly as it began, and now he stood before me with an additional three inches of height, and who knows how many more pounds of rock-solid muscle? His enormous cock has gained an inch or two in length, and looked thicker as well. And as I had mentioned, his balls were enormous.

But it was the muscle that was the most evident change. Perhaps his workout had set it off. Maybe it was the combination of that and our sexual encounter. I had, after all, pounded his ass like a pro - though I rather doubted that it was his first time having his ass pounded. Whatever the reason, his steel-tempered collection of muscles was now much larger, bulging with fierce and mind-bending definition along every inch of his taller frame. His chest was incredible, and the depth of the valleys between each fat muscle popping from his abdominal wall was unbelievable.

The muscles along his legs and arms were fat and encircled with veins. As I watched, the muscle seemed to slightly soften, or perhaps it was still growing, but the end result was that his vascularity decreased as the muscle swelled upward under his skin, leaving only a couple of thick veins that crowned the heads of his biceps, and a few branching tributaries along his thighs and reaching upward from his groin across the flat expanse of his pubic region.

God, he was beautiful - even more beautiful than before, if that was possible. And clearly, it was, because the evidence was towering before me.

“God, you’re beautiful.”

He smiled and raised his arm, pushing back the dark mane that had fallen into his eyes, making the ball of his bicep swell with gorgeous power. “I apologize,” he said. “You’re not supposed to see that.”

“Do it again,” I told him. “That was fucking awesome!”

His dick responded to my words, visibly - and almost violently - pulsing. “You… enjoyed that?”

“Fuck, yes! That was amazing!” I tried to rise to my feet, but found myself dazed. He reached down and offered his hand, and I took it. It was larger, too. He was so strong, fucking hell, was he strong. His handsome face lit up as I praised him, and I knew he wanted to kiss me. So I kissed him first.

Or, at least I attempted to. Before, his lips were attainable, but now he stood nine or ten inches taller than I. He was grinning as I reached for him, and he bent toward me and we pressed our mouths together and his tongue won the wrestling match, again. I reached down as grabbed onto his cock, finding it hard now to fully grasp its circumference in my hand, and squeezed playfully. Fuck, he was so big. He did something, squeezed his ass or made his cock do something, maybe it was magical too, and the thing swelled in my grip and seemed to grow hot as well.

Fuck, that turned me on.

“Oh, jesus,” I moaned. “Oh, fucking hell, you’re so hot.”

“May I offer my apologies on behalf of my employer and myself.”

“What?” I backed off, a bit shocked.

“A full refund for this evening will be credited to your account.”

“I don’t understand.”

“You requested a Level 3 companion, I am now a Level 4.” He looked down at himself, and if it was possible to convey pride and embarrassment in equal terms, he was doing that now.

“No, it’s fine! It’s fucking great, in fact!”

“But, the terms of the contract… your requirements…”

“No, it’s really fine. I don’t want a refund. If anything, this feels like I should be paying you more!”

His face lit up, and a smile wound across his handsome mouth. “You’re not disappointed?”

“Oh, hell no! If you could do that again, in fact, I’d be even happier than I am now!” I grabbed onto my own erection and wagged it at him. “Does this look like I’m disappointed?”

His eyebrow arched. “No, I suppose it doesn’t.”

“Fuck, that was… that was amazing!”

“Thank you,” he said, with uncertainty. Then his brutally handsome face went sort of blank, and his body straightened to its full height, his arms fell to his side and his posture perfected itself -- shoulders back, chest out -- hell, it even looked like his dick aligned perfectly with his frame. When he spoke, his powerfully masculine voice had a slight monotone register, and he said, “but I must make my departure, now. I have not received the required...”

“But…”

“…conditioning and indoctrinations concerning my improvements and augmented capabilities. There is a possibility of physical repercussions or anatomical association with a partner or partners imparted via the bond and sexual activity. This is a very real risk due to instability in the form following morphosis for a period of 24 to 48 hours. Any evolution of augmentations or amplifications, occurring prior to or during a session, may impart unforeseen side effects to one or both parties.”

He was reciting something. When he stopped, and stood looking at me, I asked, “Like what?”

He blinked. He opened his mouth, then closed it again. Then opened it again, and reported, “I don’t have that information.”

“I don’t want you to leave.”

“Any evolution of augmentations or amplifi….”

“I know that part! I don’t care! I don’t want you to leave!”

His face broke its blank expression, and his brow knitted together. “Unforeseen side effects may occur,” he repeated, helplessly.

“I’m willing to take my chances.” He was glorious. He was beautiful. He was fucking huge. “If you are.”

He looked at me. “I?”

“What do you want to do?”

He looked perplexed. “What do I want to do?” he repeated.

“Do you want to leave?”

“Unforeseen side effects,” he said.

“Right. Understood. But I’m asking you what you want to do. I don’t want you to leave. I want you to stay.” Hell, didn’t everything come with warning stickers? I was taking my life into my hands when I stepped into the seat of my car, if I were to believe everything I was told. Fucking lawyers and fucking insurance companies are always covering their asses. They probably just wanted to gyp me out of having an evening with a much more expensive model than I had contracted for. And from the looks of him, a fucking Level 4 was worth twice as much as a Level 3. “I’m willing to risk these ‘unforeseen side effects,’ but I want to know what you want.”

“I don’t understand.”

I was gambling here. I was working against some corporate bullshit that was probably burned into his memory or something. I wanted him to fucking stay! Did he remember my instructions? Could he think for himself?

I pulled in a long, calming breath and sighed. He stood before me in his swollen, towering muscular perfection with a look of confusion on his features. His full, moist, kissable lips were pursed and his brow was furrowed. “You have a choice,” I explained. “I’m giving you a choice.”

“I must make…”

“Your departure now, yes, sure, that’s one option. But the other one is that you stay here tonight, for the duration of the contract, with me. And I get to have some more fun with you, and you get to have some more fun with me, and together we get to explore what a Level 4 has over a Level 3 and discover these unforeseen side effects together. The three of us.”

“Three?”

“You, me, and that colossal shank of mouthwatering sexmeat hanging between your legs.” I smiled.

He looked down at his incredible and beautiful prick with an expression of confusion, then looked at me again.

I winked at him.

“I may decide?”

I nodded, afraid that any sound I made might break this tenuous thread connecting us.

He looked down at himself again. His chest was immense. He was breathing calmly. Sweat still clung to the deep valleys between each swollen muscular bulge. His face showed a variety of emotions washing across his features. Wonder, confusion, desire, hunger, curiosity… determination.

When our eyes met again, it felt like some strong shock of electricity had passed between us. “Let’s explore,” he said, the R rolling into a lustful growl.

My dick practically slapped my belly.

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