Augmentations 9
by AKA
I leaned down and said, “Seats, recline, fully,” and watched as the interior quickly unfolded itself, the front seats sliding forward, the headrests tucking under, the seatbacks lying themselves down and the rear seat moving into the boot. Then I stood up and said, with dramatic flair, “Voila! A roving bedroom. Still might be a tight squeeze, but something tells me that none of us are going to mind that.”
5 climbed in first, I followed him (eyeing that luscious and meaty rear end) and 4 followed after. The interior was now surprisingly large - or at least, more accommodating than initially. Though only I could actually lie flat - if I wanted to - there was enough room for the three of us to pile inside, pile being the formative word. Our skin was rubbing up against each other, slick with rain but warm with sexual contact, and the smell was delicious.
I said, “Start,” to my saloon. The electric engine turned over, though none of us felt or heard anything. The dash lit up and the headlights turned on. “Where to?” I asked.
5 leaned forward and spoke some coordinates using precise longitude and latitude - I supposed he avoided a street address to add to the surprise - and the interactive map pinpointed our destination as the vehicle started forward.
It was only moments later that 4, his blue eyes shining in the darkness, reached over and started to fondle my privates, using his hand with expert finesse to bring me quickly back to a state of tumescent bliss. He did not even need to bring me free of the slim, tight pouch holding me inside, I could feel everything - every rub and stroke and tingling manipulation - with intimate clarity. He leaned over to kiss my mouth, pushing one well-muscled leg between my own and I could feel his heavy mass pressing against me. “Just getting you ready,” he said in a whisper. “Besides, you said I should do what I want to.”
“I recall saying something like that,” I replied, smiling. I kissed him back, grabbing hold of his wet mane and pulling.
“Good, then.” And he continued to deftly massage my cock and balls as he kissed me. 5, obviously unwilling (or unable) to restrain himself, placed his hand on my wet chest. His touch was warm as it moved across my body, and then I felt a soft kiss on my nipple that was soon accompanied by teeth that teased and tortured me. I groaned and my cock swelled into the other man’s hand, and he rubbed and squeezed me with growing force.
As we moved through the night and the storm raged above us, I was being pleasured by both men, though soon enough their attentions began to include each other as well, and the tight dimensions of the space aided our intimacy, forcing our bodies together in a tangle of limbs and cocks.
I could feel their equipment growing quickly hot and hard, rubbing their stiffness against my flesh as we kissed, fondled, licked, stroked and caressed each other’s bodies. Penetration of any sort, be it oral or anal, was nearly impossible, but I felt myself nearing another orgasmic release given each man’s heat and constant attention as we traveled. The rain slicking our flesh was quickly joined by sweat, deeply scented with each man’s testosterone and pheromone, and my little car soon began to smell like a locker room as we tangled and twisted ourselves together.
It was like it was in my living room earlier, but it was also different this time. One kissing me, one sucking me, but they were also pleasuring each other. Fondles, caresses, kisses, everyone exploring everyone. I was not the whole target of their passion, though I was certainly overwhelmed by it. But I knew - I could feel, physically and emotionally - that this was a three-way event. They weren’t just there for me, we were there for each other.
I was turned on in a major way. I was rock hard. So were they. I felt the urge to release, to fountain another fat stream of cum that would soak us all. “I’m gonna....”
“Hold on,” one of them said. His voice was gruff and hard and needy. “Hold on,” he said again. Fingers pulled on the thin sheath holding my erection captive, then, somehow, there was a mouth on my cock, plunging its warm wetness over my rigid member just as I gasped and released my load, shoving fervent ropes of sweet cream down the man’s throat as he sucked and guzzled with evident satisfaction. His ass had to be on the car’s ceiling to be able to do it, but I could hardly concentrate or form a coherent thought. The other man set his mouth to mine, silencing my blissful groans with a full-tongued kiss, and I was in heaven again.
One of them echoed my sentiments, announcing, “Oh, god, here it comes.” I think it was 4, and then I knew that it was 5 sucking my joint, because his mouth left my equipment and I had to assume he was now going down on his compatriot’s majestic erection, enjoying the fruits of his labors all over again as my own passions abated.
I kissed the man’s lips as his cock was undoubtedly delivering a fat gout of cum down his partner’s throat. More wet slurping sounds, long moans, deep grunts of satisfaction. The car smelled less like a locker and more like some sex dungeon, now - the raw animal scent of these muscular lustful men joined with the sweet aromatic heat of sexual release.
Then, as if timed to our passions, the car was slowing, and its soft, feminine voice announced, “You have arrived at your destination.” This was true in more ways than one.
I was gasping for air, sucking the sexually energized oxygen of the small space inside my lungs. Someone slipped the thin sheath of silky material back over my still-throbbing prick and aching balls. I was still hard, and probably wet with spit and cum. I felt the string-like strap slip between my ass cheeks and rub my wet hole. I was “covered up” and once again appropriate for public consumption.
I looked out the glass and saw an edifice, without adornment or signage. It looked imposing with its still, blank face and lack of any identification, but the other two were moving, slipping their bodies and limbs from mine and extracting themselves from the sexual entanglements that we worked ourselves into. I felt a bit languid, which was understandable given my recent orgasmic explosion, but also curiously electrified as if my body had been re-energized by its release.
We pulled ourselves out of the sexually steamy interior of my vehicle and stood in the storm. The rain was still pelting down, and it felt cool against my overheated skin. I felt naked, even if legally I wasn’t, and marveled again at the garment’s ability to provide that sensation. 5 noticed something and reached back into the car’s reclined seats to retrieve something, handing me that small vial he had given me at the house. “You’ll need this,” he said. “Trust me on that.”
“Where are we?”
He looked up at the building. It appeared to be a three- or four-level structure, though there were no exterior windows to delineate the floors. The door on this side, facing the street, was unadorned - even lacking any visible knob or lever.
“Will there be…?” 4 asked 5.
“Yes, and more than a few,” the huge man answered, grinning. “This is going to be fun.”
I was confused. “But... where are we?”
He looked down and winked at me. “Elysium.”
I knew the word, and its connotations. The Greeks invented it. Not merely heaven, as modern religions might construe it, but the place where mortals chosen by the gods - heroes, champions and paragons - go, the place of the chosen, the blessed, and the favored. Did he mean it literally, as if that was the name of the place, or figuratively? “Oh,” I said simply, not wishing to appear stupid or innocent.
4 said, “It’s a sort of club. Very private. Very...unique.”
How had I not heard of it? I was plugged in, I knew people, I was hardly out of the loop. “What sort of club?” If it was a sex club, why did I need the sheath to cover my privates? A public nudity license wasn’t required, nor a public sex license.
“Let’s go in,” he said. “It will all become clear.” He was smiling, and it was hard not to notice that his prodigious prick was already starting to swell and lengthen. It wagged like a tree limb in the storm’s stiff winds as he strode with purpose toward the doors, and I looked up at 4’s incredibly handsome face. His cock was also back at full steam, and he looked at me as I felt his passion, ardor and domination flowing through the bond. “You’ll enjoy this,” he said.
With these two men alongside me, what wouldn’t I enjoy?
4 placed his arm across my slim shoulders to urge me forward. His excitement, anticipation and throbbing lust came through the bond full-force into me, and it caused my own cock - only recently spent - to start throbbing in partnership with his, and I was growing increasingly carnal with each step toward Elysium.
5 was standing before the doors, and as my companion and I approached, I watched them open up for him without apparent action on his part, surely recognizing and welcoming this magnificent man automatically. The immediate interior was as dark as the exterior, and the three of us went inside as the doors closed silently behind us.
“Drink it now,” the 5 advised. I lifted the small vial, unscrewed the cap and lifted it to my lips. An astringent and pungent odor escaped the vial, strong even when compared to the heavy sexual musk that the two augmented men insisted on continually releasing, and I lifted the vial and poured its contents onto my tongue.
It had an odd minty coolness, but tasted of nothing at all. It coated my tongue like honey, thick and viscous, and swam about my mouth leaving a tingling sensation before I swallowed it all inside. I licked my lips and felt suddenly warm and cold, as if bathed in menthol, and experienced an odd weightless sensation.
Then, everything felt good. Extremely good. Drug-hazed good, but I was clear. There was no light-headedness or lethargy. “What is it?” I asked, looking at the empty vial.
“Preparation,” 5 said, “and conditioning. You’ll start to feel its full effects shortly. They’re only temporary, for you.”
“For me?”
“Don’t worry. I can never harm you.”
I knew that, but it was still a bit worrisome. The room remained dark and silent, though there was light coming from recessed apertures at the top and bottom of each wall, creating the illusion that they were unattached to the floor and ceiling. The Level 4 turned to me, smiling. “When we met, you asked me what we talk about when we are together. What we do when we’re alone.”
“I remember.” My heart was suddenly beating very fast. My skin felt tight, and my mouth was dry.
“You’re about to find out for yourself.”
My eyes felt dry, as well. My hands were clammy. My cock was throbbing and tingling quite agreeably inside its smooth, tight sheath. My balls felt heavy. My hair felt tight. “He’s starting to feel it, now,” my bonded companion announced.
I was, too. Quite strongly. What was it? What had I taken? What was inside me? I tried to speak, but words were too hard. My tongue felt soft and woolly. My teeth felt like rubber.
“Provisional augmentation,” he said. “You’re being given an insight into what it means to be like we are, though only a glimpse. You’ll be upgraded to Level 1 status, shortly. But it is only temporary. Level 1s receive the minimum augmentation necessary to act as companion, so the effects will be primarily mental and cognitive, though there will be some Level 2-type physical changes as well. Physical changes require Level 2 status,” 4 explained, “and then Level 3... well, you know what a Level 3 is like.”
He reached down and set his fingers to the thin material covering me. He sank to his knees and stripped it from me, looking up at 5 asking, “Why did you...?”
“I wanted it to be a surprise.” He held his hand out and 4 handed him the garment. He lifted it to his face and inhaled my scent deeply. “Besides, I love the smell of a man, and this way I can add it to my collection.” 5 looked at me. “A keepsake, if you will. An imprint, so that when I am alone, I can think of you.” He rubbed his fingertips against the sleek, silken material and lifted them to his nostrils, smelling me on his touch. Then he looked at 4, as if sensing a question or complaint, and added, “We’ll share it.”
“I would like that.”
Was there some hierarchy at work here? Was a Level 4 somehow inferior to a Level 5? Did they serve each other in some capacity, and the 5 could do what he wanted without the 4’s consent - even though we were bonded?
But those thoughts did not occur to me, then. Only the sensation of change, of expansion, of my brain opening up and my body heating up. Things were altering, advancing, accelerating. I could feel it primarily in my cock and ass, but all the erogenous zones seemed suddenly to be buzzing or throbbing or tingling. He said it was primarily mental and cognitive, but if anything was happening upstairs, I only had the vaguest sense of it.
They were both looking at me with interest. Each of them, the dark-eyed and powerful Level 5 and the blue-eyed and sensuous Level 4 had smiles on their beautiful faces, and their cocks were now at full power, standing up straight and tall and throbbing out steady beats as their augmented hearts pumped hot blood into them.
I had to blink because the room seemed to be shifting. “Here it comes,” one of them said, though I heard the words as a sort of echo. I felt suddenly dizzy, and then suddenly hot, and then suddenly horny as hell. Fuck, I was horny! My cock weighed a ton! It had to be... miles long! Acres wide! Filled with so much cum that I was going to flood the whole room with my lake of hot, sticky cream.
And then it was gone, and I stood there and looked at them. “What did you do?”
“Do?” 5 asked, though his smile was knowing.
“You look different.”
“So do you.”
I looked down. I was glowing. Literally glowing. “The fuck? I’m glowing!”
“Augmented sight,” 4 said. “That is your life force. Your... soul, if you prefer. We can see that always. It helps us determine our effectiveness and your happiness. That glow changes with your state of being. Color, intensity, hue, and so on.”
“I’m... red.”
“You’re excited,” 4 said. “You’re often excited, though sometimes you’re also caring. Which is...,” he paused and looked at 5. “Pink?”
“Lavender. In his case.” He was looking at me. “You have a very attractive aura.”
I looked at them. 4 was deeply red, with blue... sparks... along the edges. 5 was a sort of golden color, with rays of deep red and bright white. Incredibly, his massive cock had an almost pure white halo. The effect was soft, but I could perceive of the colors distinctly. “This is....” I was lost for words.
“Colors are good. Lack of color, or muted colors... means we aren’t performing to our companion’s satisfaction. Sometimes - quite often - words are not enough.”
“Well, judging by my - soul? I’m quite satisfied.”
4 was smiling, and his bliss was traveling through the bond intensely. “What else?” I looked around. “Sorry, let me be more precise. What do you smell?”
I inhaled. “Jesus!”
5 looked at 4 and said, “Which do you think smells like Jesus, you or me?”
“No, I... I mean....”
“Now you understand my desire for this,” 5 said, holding up the garment I had been wearing.
I suppose I did, at that! The scent of the two augmented men was potent and erotic. What my nose had sensed before had been amplified into a highly-charged aroma of arousing sexuality. How had I dismissed that? And now I could detect them individually, as well, maybe in the same fashion that a dog smells the members of its pack. There was no mistaking 4 from 5 in the room, though I could not sense anything of my own smell. “I can’t smell me,” I said.
4 explained, “Filtered out. Which is a shame, because you smell fucking sexy.”
“The feeling is highly mutual!" I knew that I would miss this when it was gone. Fuck, their scent seemed designed to drill directly into my libido. The smell of the two men alone was driving me wild.
“Anything else?”
5 turned to 4 and said, “He wouldn’t notice that, yet.” Then he turned to me and added, “Very soon, though.”
All I wanted to do at that moment was plunge my nose into their moist armpits, or nuzzle the cracks of their asses, and inhale all that gorgeous, dirty perfume inside me. “What’s next?” I asked, excited at these new prospects for pleasure. My eyes and nose had turned into radars seeking out beauty and sex. My body was saturated with some sort of erotic charge, and I wanted - no, I needed to start having sex immediately. “This is Level 1?” They nodded like twin gods. “Fuck.” What the hell must they be feeling, and seeing, and smelling? And what the fuck was a Level 6 - or 7!? “What happens now?”
5 smiled. “Now, you’re prepared. Now, we go inside.”
The lights in the small room dimmed and a set of previously hidden doors slid aside. The two large men stood beside me. The scent of them - good god, how did they manage to function at all with this inside their heads? Could one even grow accustomed to the sensation of sex that seemingly everyone was giving off every moment of their lives?
I closed my eyes to inhale the strong perfume of them, wanted to somehow savor it and hold onto it. I understood 5’s desire for my undergarment now. Just the smell of each man was inviting a parade of images in my imagination, of their eyes, their faces, their skin, their asses, their cocks, their hands, feet, shoulders, bellies, nipples, calves...everything about them was transcribed in their scent. The memory was uncanny.
Then I opened my eyes to drink in the colorful beauty of their power. The sparks of bright blue dancing along the lines of 4’s muscles. That shade of crimson that signaled his enflamed sexual heat. Then the golden god that 5 had transformed into, literally glowing like some eternal flame, lit from within by his overwhelming strength and power.
They moved forward through the doors and into a sort of foyer, though quite large for an anteroom. The walls were a dark chocolate brown and the floor was covered in a deep crimson carpet. Sconces lit the room in a soft, earthly light and there were exits along the walls to our left, right and at the rear of the room.
4 and 5 turned towards me in unison. I nearly came. Their masculine beauty seemed magnified to me, now. Nearly overwhelming in its power.
Something new was happening to me. 4 smiled and nodded, and he said, “It is beginning.”
5 looked down my body, gazing pointedly at my cock. “Do you feel it?” he asked.
“I...feel...something.” It was hard to breathe. Everything felt suddenly hot. Their scent in my nostrils drilled a hole toward my libido and poured raw sex into it. My heart began to pound in my chest. And then I understood this final step, and what it meant.
I was super fucking horned up. I had never felt so horny. I wanted to fuck...anything. Anyone. I wanted someone fucking me. My skin was hot. My balls throbbed and tingled. My cock weighed a solid metric ton, and it could easily penetrate concrete or steel. I was filled up with cum. Gallons of it. Hundreds of gallons. My lips sizzled. My asshole was warm and wet and hungry.
“This is how we feel,” 4 said. “This is the beginning.” He kissed me. I had never felt anything like it. This was a kiss turned up in volume and passion. The feel of his lips against mine made me want to cum. Made me want to scream. Made me want to explode.
But I did none of those things. My engines were revving at a new, higher level. And everything felt amazing.
“Is this...is this Elysium?” If so, it was easily the most disappointing sex club I had ever attended. Where were all the other people? I could hear no sounds at all, other than the pump of blood in my ears. No moans of ecstasy, no cracking of leather or pleading voices, no growls of supplication or any other noise.
“It is part of Elysium. It is...the introduction.”
“What do I do?” I asked my companion. That is, besides enjoy the ride that 5’s tiny vial was providing. The sensation of sex and heat was still growing inside me.
4 looked at me meaningfully, his hands cupping my face, and asked, “Euphoria, splendor or dominion?” His voice now seemed tinged with something irresistible. Perhaps this was another reaction that my senses had to deal with. The sound of power, saturated in their speech.
My brow wrinkled as I heard the words. 5 then gestured to each doorway in turn, echoing the three words and indicating the related entryway. “Euphoria,” he said, lifting his muscular arm toward the door on my left, his voice seeming even more powerful than my bonded companion’s. “Splendor,” as he stepped aside, gesturing at the doorway at the rear of the room. “Or dominion?” He indicated the final door, on my right.
I was still unsure of my choices, though at least now I knew where they lay. 4’s hands fell away from my face. Instantly, I ached for his touch to return. “But...what do you mean?” I asked.
He smiled. Maybe I did come. It was getting hard to tell the difference. “Each passage grants you access to new capabilities for a short time. You may choose one, only.”
“Only one?”
“A body that has not been initially augmented is unable to cope with more than one temporary amplification. Your body must be built to withstand and accept the offers, or it will fail.”
“Fail...as in die?”
“You won’t die,” 4 assured me. “But you may only choose one.”
“Initially augmented?”
“Born into it,” 5 explained. “More than that, I cannot explain.”
I looked at the three entryways, settling on the first. “Euphoria?”
“Pleasure,” 4 said. “Ultimate pleasure. Beyond your dreams or fantasies. Pleasure even more complete and stronger than you have already experienced. Unbounded, unrestrained, immeasurable.”
5 added, “You will be able to receive - and to provide - perfect, ultimate sexual bliss. You will have the power to bring your partners to orgasm over and over. You will be able to experience a level of pleasure beyond anything you have ever experienced, even this evening.”
4 nodded his agreement. “I must add that giving pleasure to another is as rewarding and ultimately satisfying as receiving it. The sharing of pleasure, the mutual experience of creating and gaining the level of gratification your body will be capable of will be… beyond imagining.”
Was it the bond, a sensation of joining so intense that it was like being that other person? Was it what 5 had accomplished at the lounge? Was it even stronger than that?
I observed their prodigious and talented equipment. “My cock…?”
5’s grin turned positively carnal. “The things you will be able to do with an augmented cock are quite...interesting.”
I swallowed hard. “Splendor?”
“Beauty,” 5 answered. “Unimaginable beauty. You may look on us and think we are the most beautiful men you can conceive. That these bodies, these muscles, these faces, these cocks are the embodiment of perfection. But beyond there lies ultimate beauty - yours for the taking. You will be nothing short of physical perfection.”
“You may think it impossible,” 4 said, looking into my eyes, “but you know it is true.” I did know, because I could feel it in our bonding. I would become a man so perfect in form and figure that I would stop traffic. I would cause men to spontaneously cream into their underpants, and women to experience orgasm with only a look in my direction. I would become the most beautiful man in the world. I knew it to be true.
I gulped again, and asked, “Dominion?”
“Power,” 4 explained. “Strength. Might. Brawn. Force. Supremacy and ascendancy of power beyond imagining. The surging paragon of ultimate and unlimited muscle. You will feel your body growing in strength more ardent and irresistible than you have ever dreamed.”
5 bent his arm into a bulging, mind-bending display of gorgeous muscular flawlessness. I watched the fibers press against his smooth, silken skin. I watched the ball of muscle split and swell. I could feel his power, simply observing this simple show of domination. He looked at me and said, “This is only a whisper of what awaits you. You will possess such volumes of strength, size and power as men have only dreamed of. No feat of strength will be beyond your desires. No amount of weight will cause you to strain your reserves of raw, overwhelming brawn.”
“But will I…?”
4 answered my unspoken question. “You will look like we do. Your muscle will be superior to that of others, harder and denser and far stronger. But you will not become bloated with it. Your body will grow, yes, perhaps as big as mine. Perhaps to Level 5 or even Level 6 dimensions. Perfect symmetry. Perfect development.”
I looked at 5’s incredible body and tried to imagine something beyond its size and beauty. Level 6? How fucking big was that?
My head was spinning. Was this a trick? How could they fulfill such promises? Although, considering what they had already done, and what I had witnessed and experienced, let alone what my body was going through after one small taste of some liquid in a vial, who was I to grow doubtful, now?
“Why?” is what I asked, though. Why me? Why were they offering this?
“A gift,” 5 said, “for what you have given us this evening.”
“You released us. You set us free. You helped us realize something which was previously unattainable.”
I heard 5 say, “We wish to return the favor, if only for a short interval of time.”
“How short?”
“It is an imprecise equation,” 5 said. “It varies depending on the body’s capability to receive and maintain the amplification. In some, only an evening. For others, days or even weeks.”
“Others?”
4 said, “This is a service usually offered to our most...affluent clientele.”
“But I….” 4 interrupted me, wrapping me within his warm, strong embrace again and kissing me quite passionately. The bond swelled with love, desire, the fire of lust and elation. The effects of the vial enhanced and magnified everything. I was overwhelmed.
“It is our gift,” 5 repeated. “A gift given freely.”
I was released from 4’s kiss, left breathless and weak. “Is it… is it truly possible?” I asked him. My cock was throbbing like a lead weight. My balls were bulging with cream. My body was hotter than the sun. I was made of sex. I looked at the doorways.
It was easy for me to discard Splendor. 5 had been correct, I was already accompanying the two most beautiful men on the planet. Why would I want to be more beautiful? What did I hope to gain?
I wanted only to drink them in, to gaze on their perfection, and to hold that inside my head. My own beauty was beside the point, as far as I was concerned. My ego did not need that type of feeding. Though the thought that there could be someone more surpassingly beautiful than either of these gods was certainly enticing.
Of the two remaining choices, Euphoria or Dominion, hadn’t that choice already been made as well? Had not I just experienced euphoria? Surely nothing could surpass the gift of sexual bliss that 5 had already delivered. And even if it did, I felt as if my brain would explode from so much sexual power.
Though perhaps what I had taken into my body would allow me, this time, to be aware of the experience. Perhaps that was worth it, in itself. And I was certainly curious about having an “interesting” augmented cock, because the one I already possessed, enhanced in some way by the tiny gulp of magic liquid, certainly hinted at much greater things. It tingled with sparks of sexual power with a constant need, and I was intently aware of every millimeter of its length and size. It throbbed and pulsed with innate power. What would an augmented cock do?
Then again, couldn’t I, if I wished to, hire 5 for another night like this one? And did I really want an experience that could never be surpassed, no matter how much I attempted to or spent to achieve it again?
It seemed obvious to me which of the doors I wanted. Maybe because it was the one I treasured least.
Dominion. Strength. Power. These were illusions. No matter how powerful one became, how much weight one might lift, what manner of iron one could bend in bare hands, true power was always inside. One could not command domination, it was granted by those around you.
The fantasy, however, was irresistible to me. Having watched 4 using my weights at home, watching his body swell with fresh, hard, lean, perfect muscle, seeing him grow larger and more powerful before my eyes as he promoted from a Level 3 to a Level 4 - it was an undeniably arousing experience, and strongly so. My cock, just in the memory of the experience, seemed to swell hotly.
I had never imagined that such a thing were possible, to watch a man physically grow before one’s eyes, to see the muscles of his arms swell, and watch his chest expand, and his legs and ass bulge with power.
My cock throbbed even harder as I remembered it, now, increasing that sensation of weight and size and sexual prowess. I looked at 4’s amazing naked body, at its perfection and muscular beauty, the development of every single muscle head, the marriage of one to the other, the gorgeous perfection of masculine form made manifest.
Then at 5, whose body surpassed even 4’s overwhelming size and obvious physical prowess. The separate lobes of his wide shoulders. The two massive pecs mounted onto his incredibly powerful chest. The taper of his upper body down to his narrow waist, and then out again where the tree trunk thighs swelled with fat, bulging slabs of raw, beautiful brawn.
I did not answer them. Instead, I kissed 4 on the lips and marched toward the door to my right.
Dominion awaits.