Augmentations 8
by AKA
I looked at the older gentleman as he smiled, clearly enjoying the looks of shock that his revelation had inspired. An Augment?
‘Unexpected’ was an understatement. Augments were...they were young and virile. Augments were a catalogue of perfect beauty. Quite clearly, the man sitting before me was handsome, though not unusually so. Not in the same way that the Level 4 and 5 were, with their unsurpassed masculine splendor. I looked at him more closely, but he seemed ordinary enough to my eyes.
Still, I was dumbfounded, and the young blonde was clearly at a similar loss for words. It was 5 who broke the silence, asking, “You are a Prime?”
He shook his head. “I do not have that honor,” he said. He looked from 5 to 4 and something seemed to pass between them, an unspoken acknowledgment or mutual understanding. “How is it that a single man has a Level 4 and a Level 5 for the evening? Isn’t that a bit of an overkill?” Then he looked at me, and said, “Unless there is more to you than meets the eye.”
I looked down at myself and remarked, “I don’t know, I think what meets the eye isn’t bad at all.”
“Forgive me,” he said, “I meant no offense.”
“None taken, and I understand the confusion.”
5 said, “This evening has proven to be filled with a series of surprises. Suffice it to say that our host for the evening has a rather unique outlook, and that his instructions have opened up new...opportunities.”
“Indeed?”
5 rested his meaty hands on my shoulders. “He is quite exceptional.”
“Pardon me for saying so but...you don’t seem augmented.”
He also took no offense. “That’s understandable. I am a Level 2.”
“Foundational orientation,” 5 stated.
“Indeed,” he verified. “It is simply a matter of coincidence that we find ourselves together. I was under the impression that you were aware of my situation. I will leave if it suits you.”
“If you fucking get out of that chair, I’m going to fucking pin you to the floor,” the blonde announced.
5 said, “I was aware.”
“I suspected so,” the older - or was it the younger? - Augment answered.
“I don’t understand,” I said, because I didn’t.
5 said, “This is part of this evening’s surprises. I thought you would be interested in knowing a bit more about us.”
“I am,” I said, not mentioning that my intentions along that path had more to do with the bedroom than the library. Then I looked at the gentleman in question.
He smiled. “I am at your disposal,” he said. Now I had not only a Level 4 and a Level 5 for the evening, I had somehow ended up with a Level 2 - though what the distinctions meant I had no idea at all, particularly now when I looked at this elegant gentleman. So I asked, “What is a Level 2?”
“Below Level 3, Augments are not contracted. There is a developmental process necessary before an Augment can be fully enjoyed. Level 1 Augments are sequestered at Residence during their initial development. Upon graduation to Level 2, we are allowed out for foundational orientation and reeducation.”
That all sounded rather dry and regimented. “I see,” I said, though I didn’t.
He smiled. “In short, I am...learning.”
“Learning,” I repeated.
5 said, “If I may, sir?” I turned to look up at him. “Among ourselves, at the residence, we are unfettered in our activities and passions. Sexual activity is rather more potent and formidable than you may comprehend.”
My brain started spinning, thinking about what I had been through already. “Even more than…?”
“Much more, sir. During Level 1 and Level 2 development, it is not uncommon to expect the same behavior when not at the residence. We are therefore sent outside to observe behavior and understand the limitations necessary to fully satisfy our hosts or partners.”
“Wait, so, like, you’re one of them...only not?” the blonde asked.
“In a manner of speaking,” he answered.
Although I considered the question impertinent myself, I had to ask it. “How old are you?”
He looked at me, and his smile never faltered. “I’m afraid that information is unavailable.” I suspected that Augments were grown or cloned or something, but the ones I had seen all looked more like my own 4 and 5, youthful and vigorous. Not that this gentleman didn’t look stunning - on the contrary, there was nothing at all about him that was unattractive. I remembered fantasizing about his body when he approached, and even now I wanted to see him naked before me.
“Augments come in several archetypes, sir,” 5 reminded me. “The Company endeavors to satisfy all client desires to the fullest extent.”
I recalled that I had not gone through the usual process of preference selection that was usual for contracting an Augment. I had asked for 4 specifically, based on my friend’s recommendation. He knew my ‘type,’ as it were, and certainly 4 - and 5 - were perfect representations of that. Looking at the man before me, though, I started to reconsider my severely limited view of what I thought was attractive and desirable.
I never had ‘Daddy Issues,’ as some would put it, but there was something undeniably engaging - even seductive - about the older-looking gentleman with his elegant demeanor and obvious self-confidence and sophistication. It made me wonder what - or who - else was in that catalogue of ultimate sexual satisfaction that the Company offered.
“Can a Level 2…?”
“I am entirely able to satisfy any desire you may have,” he said. His voice flowed smoothly. I was reminded of an English butler, as if Batman’s Alfred had been poured into the body of a retired pornstar and spent the last several years at the gym doing squats and bench presses. His diction was perfect, and lacked any discernible accent. I suppose I could’ve easily fit him into any fantasy I had around an older, albeit well-muscled and undoubtedly well-hung gentleman.
Which was, I also supposed, the point.
“What about me?” the blonde asked. He looked over, and by way of answer the Level 2 gentleman reached down toward the young man’s now flaccid member and quite quickly brought him back to steel-hard arousal using only one hand.
“I think the answer to that is, ‘yes’,” I said.
“I...I think the answer is fuck yes,” he agreed, breathlessly. The Gentleman - as I now thought of him - smiled at his young cohort. It looked both perfectly beautiful and perfectly salacious, as if the man were contemplating how to produce the perfect cup of tea for his partner whilst performing a blow-job naked.
I was breathless. During the conversational lull, the blonde asked, “What’s a ‘Prime’?”
I had forgotten that 5 had mentioned the term. I looked at the faces of each Augment and they seemed to be having some kind of silent discussion, until 5 said, “The Primes were the first Augments. They were humans who experimented with the procedures on their own bodies prior to the introduction of patented life.”
“They...invented it?”
“In a manner of speaking. There were - are - four Primes, three men and one woman. Their success rate was...variable.”
I was finding all of this fascinating. “You’re a Level 2,” I said, nodding toward the older-looking man, “and you were a Level 3, having graduated to Level 4,” I added, looking at my evening companion, “and you’re a Level 5.” He nodded. I looked at the three of them and other than their general size - levels did seem to indicate that the models got bigger in every measurement as one went up the ladder - it was hard to otherwise see any difference in them.
4, still bonded, said, “My friend finds us interesting,” to the Level 2. “He released us this evening.”
If the Level 2 was surprised, it didn’t show on his mature features. “Both of you?” 5 nodded agreement. He turned to me, asking, “Are you aware of the possible complexities of your actions?”
I wasn’t, and I said so and added, “It’s all been fine so far. In fact, this evening has surpassed all my expectations, to a shocking degree.”
2 looked at my companions. “Are you enjoying your release?”
4 said, eagerly, “I am. I graduated in status in front of him. He is aware of the ramifications of keeping me with him.” It was a little weird to be spoken of as if I were not at the table. Again, the bonding came to my rescue. “I don’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable. It’s just that the situation is so….”
“Unusual,” 5 said, finishing his thought. I wondered if he did so to stop another word from entering the conversation, like ‘dangerous,’ or ‘unpredictable,’ but I felt nothing of those adjectives coming through the bond.
I turned to the Level 2. “You mentioned that you’re learning.” He nodded, tilting his head slightly. “What, exactly?”
“About you,” he said, and then, “Well, not you, precisely. I am learning about my role, and the expectations and behavior of others.” I suppose I looked confused, so he said, “It is a bit like cards. One can know the rules of cards by reading about them. One can then think that they can sit with other players at a table and ably play a round of poker, but chances are that one would lose, and soundly. Because the rules don’t really explain how to play, do they? They only explain who wins.
“It’s the same with my role. I know about social mores. I know about proper dress, and speech, and comportment. I know how to mix any drink. I know about recent entertainments, and old films and television shows. I know what one might know if one were able to memorize the contents of the entire internetwork.” I had the feeling that he had done exactly that - as had my companions. He went on, and his voice took on a more passionate tone. “I know where your erogenous zones are, and how to satisfy you, and bring you to orgasm. I know how to take you into my mouth. I know how to kiss your lips. I know where to touch you, and where you want to touch me. I know where to stroke to provide the most pleasure to a man or a woman. I can even see, quite literally, how your body is responding to me.
“But those are just the rules. Experience, you see, is essential, if I am to fulfill my role.”
I looked at 4. “You also went through this process?”
“Of course,” he said. That seemed to close the discussion. I assumed it was something that the Company didn’t like to speak of, and frankly it was putting a damper on the evening’s goal, which involved a lot more nakedness and a lot less talk.
As my thoughts turned back to sex, 4 lay his warm hand on my groin and rubbed his thumb along the shaft of my cock before grasping me rather forcibly. It reminded me of my gifts, the small silver vial in my trouser pocket and the sheer thong that so delicately held my equipment in its silken grip. He squeezed me. I could feel a tingle of pre-cum sizzle up the length of my engorging monster as if his supple lips had sucked it from my balls. I could feel the wet heat of it spread into the material. I looked up at 5 in his tight-fitted shirt and asked, “I believe you said something about plans for this evening?”
He smiled down toward me. I could see that same mixture of perfect beauty and raw sex in his grin. “Indeed, sir,” he growled. He took a step back and said to the other Augments, “Gentlemen, I believe we are wearing far too much clothing.”
4’s hand left my greedy hard-on as he stood up, and moved beside his taller, broader companion. Then the Gentleman rose from his seat as well, and walked around the table to stand with the other two.
I moved as well, maneuvering into the chair the Gentleman had vacated so that I could more fully enjoy what I presumed would be a very inspirational entertainment. Of course, I knew what lay beneath the clothing of my companions, but watching a man undress - even when there are no surprises awaiting me - is something I enjoy perhaps too well. I enjoy watching them. And I enjoy watching them watching me, looking for subtle hints, or not-so-subtle ones, from my reaction.
The blonde whispered, “Holy fuck, this is going to be fucking awesome,” though I suspected he said it more to himself than to me.
More than anything, I was curious about what 5 proposed to do this evening. What were these talents he spoke of, and how was he going to somehow satisfy the plethora of men and women in the bar? Having the help of 4 and the Gentleman would surely ease things, plus I and my new blonde friend were up for whatever the evening entailed. But he had given hints that there was so much more to him than met the eye, and given what met my eyes when I looked at him, my mind boggled at the promise and potential.
The Gentleman removed his suit jacket and lay it carefully across the back of a chair. Then his hands went to work to loosen his tie. His eyes were glued to the blonde’s face, which was interesting. Perhaps because he knew I was already bonded with 4, or perhaps because I had a contract with both 4 and 5, or perhaps he just preferred his face to mine. In short order, he was unbuttoning his Oxford dress shirt, pulling the tails from his trousers, and stood for a moment like that as a slim smile spread under his thick salt-and-pepper mustaches.
4 and 5 were looking at me. In unison, and almost as if it had been choreographed, they grasped the hems of their shirts and stripped them over their heads.
I must confess that even though I had seen them naked - indeed, had spent the better part of the enjoying their naked bodies - my breath caught and I gasped audibly. Could one forget how masculine perfection appeared so quickly? The beauty of form, the development of muscle, the display of power and authority made manifest before me? The broad, brawny chests. The thick, bulging arms. The masses of dark, soft curls winding across the expanses of bronzed flesh, smooth and soft as silk?
My eye was drawn to the movement of the Gentleman as his shoulders shrugged off the shirt he wore, and what I saw was...remarkable and breathtaking in its own right. Not nearly as large as my companions, his body was nonetheless as perfectly developed and marvelously masculine in its dimensions and display. He had something of a swimmer’s build, or perhaps more accurately a gymnast’s. As I suspected (and hoped) his chest was coasted in a forest of grey and black curls. His nipples looked inordinately large, but not absurdly so. They invited a mouth - no, they demanded it.
His belly was irrationally defined. The muscled beneath his paper-thin skin were of unobtainable perfection, each the twin of the other as they marched in unison down the center of his body. A thick, dark trail of fur streamed down the middle and pointed toward his groin, which now seemed to strain the crotch of his tailor-made slacks.
The blonde was chomping at the bit. His hands grasped the chair’s arms so tightly that the knuckles turned white. He was looking at each of these shirtless god, his eyes straining to take in all the insurmountable beauty before him like a starving man before a feast. His cock, still loose from his jeans, was throbbing a steady, hard rhythm and I had the impression that he was going to begin shooting cream like a geyser at any moment.
4, 5 and the Gentleman, now working as a trio, all set their hands to the fasteners of their trousers and peeled them open. As if on cue, I could see their cocks press forward to leave distinct impressions of their size, form and visible hunger on the material. Thick shanks of sex flesh leading down inch by incredible inch toward flaring, bulbous heads whose thick ridges formed unmistakable depictions of their perfect, perpetual, overpowering prowess.
Then they were slowly - achingly, torturously, sadistically slowly - pushing their trousers from their slim hips toward the floor, revealing in utter and uncompromising detail exactly how beautiful, flawless, powerful and testosterone-soaked their bodies were.
Then they stood naked before us. Gods made flesh. Awaiting our pleasure.
“Shall I begin?” 5 asked me. His eyebrow arched and a look of frightening and cock-hardening control and dominance flashed across his extraordinarily handsome features.
I could not speak, so I only nodded,
“Very well,” he said.
Quite suddenly, the room - and my brain - exploded in a concussion of pure, unfiltered, orgasmic sex.
I’m afraid I cannot adequate report what happened next. Perhaps the human brain is not evolved enough with the requisite augmentations to fully interpret what happens when your body is loosed from all its controls and allowed to do...anything it wants to.
Perhaps the brain shuts down part of itself and allows the animal to take over.
Perhaps...perhaps I am still coping with all that occurred in the time between I realized that 5 was loosing himself on the room and its inhabitants to a level beyond what he might have done if I had retained control of him and the time when everything returned to what I now laughingly call ‘normal.’ Because there is no normal, and there never really was.
But I will endeavor to entreat my words to tell something of what occurred there, and then, and to all the people involved. Though I cannot say for certain that my experience will mirror anyone else’s.
Imagine yourself in heaven. It doesn’t matter if you believe in the myth, and it certainly has nothing at all to do with dying and meeting one’s maker. Heaven, in this case, is the attainment of perfect bliss. It is the realization that you are perfect. It is living inside that feeling, and sharing it with everyone around you, and feeling yourself begin, almost literally, to shine like the sun.
But your light and heat, in this case, is sex. It is release. It is freedom. It is perfect physical ecstasy.
Not mere pleasure. Not even euphoria, which might last a few moments. No, you are living inside ecstasy. Every desire instantly and fully realized. Every wish granted. Every fantasy fulfilled.
That is what happened. 5 opened his lips and his voice said, “Very well,” and then things...everything...everyone….
I’m sure I came. Maybe I came with constant and continual orgasmic power. Maybe I was lost inside an orgasm. A perfect state of sexual rapture that went on and on. Maybe nothing happened at all, and it was all in my head.
Evidence would seem to prove otherwise, because when I came back from wherever 5 had allowed us all to go, I was most certainly stripped naked, and most certainly surrounded by many, many other naked people, entangled in their limbs and feeling the warmth of their naked skin against mine, and coated in gorgeous sticky ropes of cum as if someone’s balls had detonated with their overwhelming charge. My jaw hurt. My ass hurt. My cock’s unending throbbing was growing dim with blissful deflation. My breathing was short and sharp. I felt equally tired and energized.
But I had never felt better or more satisfied in my entire life.
“Holy fuck,” someone said. It sounded like my blonde friend, but his tone was groggy.
However, I could not have agreed more with the sentiment.
“Sir,” I heard 5 say. I turned about under the pile of gorgeous naked flesh and saw the three Augments standing beside us all, gods overlooking the sea of humanity. Each of the men, still as naked and overwhelmingly beautiful as the moment before the world tilted sideways, was smiling in that manner of theirs, equal parts elegance and licentiousness. “I trust you enjoyed yourself?”
‘Enjoy’ was hardly an adequate description, but all I could do was nod.
“Perhaps it is time to move on to our next...experience.”
“Uh,” I said, looking about me at the tangle of bodies.
4 stepped into the fray, gingerly moving his muscled bulk around and between the naked forms and offered me his hand. I could still feel the bond between us, as overflowing with love and desire for me as it had been all evening, and noted that my instruction for his cock to remain hard was still in effect. It was monstrous and gorgeous and even in my state of sexual exhaustion, I wanted him to take me now and fuck me senseless.
I accepted his strong aid and extracted myself, teetering on unsteady feet toward the augmented men standing remotely like generals away from the scene of battle.
“That was….”
“It was,” 5 said, “wasn’t it?”
“This is what you do? When you’re engaged for an evening?”
His handsome brow furrowed. “This is a taste of my skills,” he said.
A taste? Good god damn, what happens when he sets the table for dinner? “What happened?”
4 said, “It is a variation on what we did earlier in your bedroom, if you recall.” I tried to think back, though I assume my head was still a bit fuzzy. No doubt, he sensed my confusion in the bond and he added, “I referred to it as a suggestion, at the time.”
I remembered now. I remembered feeling like I had been given an opiate. He had simply unlocked something, through the bond, and allowed me to feel very, very good. An amplification of emotions, he called it, and compared it to adding salt to a good cut of meat. Making something that is already good more delicious. “I remember,” I reported.
5 said, “A Level 5 does not require the bond. I am able to unleash desire.”
“Unleash it?”
“I’m sure there’s a more complicated explanation, but that is the essence of it.” I looked around at the collapsed array of naked bodies, all clearly sated in their sexual desires and I could hardly argue the point. “I must confess that I may have...underestimated myself.” He smiled nonetheless. “Pardon me if you’re having trouble with the experience. Some side effects may be unavoidable.”
I was about to ask what he meant by that, but 4 wrapped me in his strong, muscular arms and kissed my neck, pressing his huge naked muscles against my own nude form. I could feel his hard prick - thick as a tree limb and hot as molten steel - inserting itself into the crack of my ass. “You smell amazing. Like sex.”
His voice in my head was a potent nectar, making my blood heat up again. “Hardly surprising. I think I’m wearing five gallons of cum.”
“You wear it well,” he complimented. I was still lost in a post-sex haze of divine bliss. Some things hurt, and other things felt amazing. “Do you wish me to clean you?” He licked my skin with warm wetness and my cock - somehow - managed to pulse with fresh lust. As his tongue bathed my skin, his cock was sliding up and down inside the sweaty warmth between my well-worked butt cheeks.
“Let’s go outside,” I said, thinking that the rain would feel good on my overheated flesh, and it would provide a natural shower to wash me as it had done for him earlier in the evening.
“Pardon me, sir,” 5 said, “but I took the liberty of retrieving these for you.” He handed me the small silver vial and the whisper-thin sheath of material that had been holding my cock and balls. “I believe these will still absolve you of any public nudity laws. I’m afraid your other clothing did not quite survive the evening’s entertainments.”
I took the vial and 4 took the sheath, insisting on dressing me and arranging my equipment inside its comforting silken pouch. I looked at the Gentleman and asked, “Are you staying?”
He smiled. “I believe I shall find our missing companion,” he said, referring undoubtedly to the pierced blonde youth somewhere in the mound of bodies. “Something tells me he may still have a few tricks left up his - well, not his sleeve, I suppose, because that’s over there.”
“I daresay you’re right,” I agreed, thinking that the young man’s engines were probably still revving. “Thank you for an interesting evening,” I told him.
“Believe me,” he said, “the pleasure was all mine.”
The way he said it made me wish I could remember what had happened, because I had the distinct impression that he and I had managed some rather impressive sexual feats. I made a mental note to remember his face, in case I ever wanted to contract his services again. He bowed slightly and began to retrieve his own clothing as 4, 5 and I made our way through the dark lounge toward the exit.
We passed our friend the bouncer on the way out. Had 5’s sexual detonation been powerful enough to surpass the walls of the place? How far could he extend it? Or had he simply followed us inside, unable to forget that kiss that the giant Augment had given his lips? Either way, his body was every bit as gorgeous as I had imagined, and the man was packing some serious equipment down below, as well. He appeared to be sleeping - as, indeed, did all the other participants save me and the Augments.
I started to regret not meeting up with him when I realized that perhaps I had. There was some odd, faint memory of the man, and particularly of his voice and the feeling of that thick shank of meat sliding inside me.
“Yes,” 4 said to me as I lingered for a moment, verifying my unasked question. He had been with me, and I had been with him. He shared my pleasure in looking on this man’s innate beauty, and the realization that we had been together so intimately.
The storm raged on outside. We were buffeted by a strong gust as the door opened, and rain splattered against the hot flesh of my legs. As we exited, the entryway registered our presence and its face recognition realized that I had arrived in my own transport and dutifully reported that I was now ready to depart, summoning my car with silent efficiency.
We had a few moments alone. 4 and 5, naked and glorious, stood to either side of me as I stood in the storm and felt the wind and rain wash my skin clean. I lifted my face toward the sky and felt the water draining over my flesh. It was an incredibly sensual experience, and I felt as naked as my companions dressed only in that tiny, nearly transparent sheath of silken material caressing my cock and balls.
4 slipped his hand onto the roundness of my ass. Then 5 joined him, and the two men gripped me as if they owned me. I did not protest.
Shortly, my car arrived, pulling up to the curb and opening its doors for us. I thought about our trip here, and the exciting fantasy that 4 and I had enacted in the front seat. But now I wanted something else - something more.
Their hands on my ass had brought me again to the edge. My cock - impossibly - was throbbing hotly in the thin sheath that held it. My balls tingled. Although I knew I had just experienced what was probably the best and most complete sexual experience of my entire life, I was feeling a bit cheated because a lot of it, most of it even, was still a hazy remnant locked inside my head.
I wanted these men. And I wanted them now.