Augmentations 12

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As we moved together up the hallway toward another set of doors, I felt him caressing my left ass cheek. His grip fit the rounded muscular globe like a hand in a glove, as if my ass had been designed for his paws alone. The same blissful liquid sensation coated my skin where he touched me, and my asshole began to tingle as if in anticipation of his undoubtedly talented tongue licking it.

The doors opened as we approached, and we entered a kind of apartment. It was a large space, and it was appointed, unabashedly, for sex.

Some of the equipment I recognized. Slings, of course, and some oddly shaped furniture that would appear to make any number of positions more easily attained, allowing access to all the parts of one’s body that needed access. And there were more orthodox pieces of furniture as well; leather-upholstered couches and chairs, fur rugs, even a bar with stools that, for the most part, didn’t look all that unusual, save for the ones with dildos attached.

Then there was other types of equipment that I didn’t recognize, immediately. As well as some exercise equipment off to one side, including some benches and racks and several sets of shining chrome free weights and dumbbells, leading me to believe that this was a space reserved for only the highest level Augments and their lucky, and probably extremely wealthy, partners. After all, if 4 had been here, he would not have been surprised by my own collection of weights in my basement gym.

Once we entered the room and the doors were closed behind me, my new companion asked, “How may I serve you?” At the same time, his touched moved across the muscled hemisphere of my ass and grew near to my hungry hole, telegraphing his own desires quite distinctly. I could feel the tips of his fingers like contact points sending shocks of sex into my body.

My mind was filled with several filthy ways in which this ultimate man could serve me. I was almost overwhelmed with ideas. What couldn’t he do? Just being naked with me, and his hand on my butt, sending sparks of intense sexual power into my body, was driving me insane with need and desire.

He wanted to please me, but more than that, he couldn’t help himself. Was I doing that, or was it what he wanted all along?

“What...what….” Fuck, I could hardly catch my breath here. “Remove your hand,” I asked.

He did so instantly. I turned and found him standing so near to me, that we practically shared the same space. I took two steps backwards, a bit overwhelmed by the sheer size and mass of this man. He was larger than me in every way, and I found myself looking up into his eyes to speak to him. “Are you...you’re a 7, right?”

“No, sir.” He seemed a touch offended. “I am the Overseer.” He looked at me with something like pride, but my confused reaction caused his brow to furrow. “Technically, if one needed to assign me a ranking, I am a Level 8.”

Holy fuck! “Are there Level 9s?”

“Not that I have ever encountered before, sir.”

“You don’t have to call me sir.”

“What title would please you, sir?”

“Oh, just something simple. Like ‘Liege Lord,’” I joked.

“As you wish, Liege Lord.”

“I was kidding! Just...don’t call me anything. Just talk to me.” I watched him swallow, his Adam’s Apple bobbing on his handsome and powerful throat. “What’s an Overseer?”

“I am the Overseer.”

“Whatever that means.”

“I am in command of this Residence. Now you command me.”

This was puzzling. “I don’t understand. Explain what you mean, please.”

“I…what?” He looked surprised. It cast his handsome features into childlike innocence, and that made my cock pulse.

“I said, ‘explain what you mean, please?’”

“‘Please?’” he quoted.

“Yes? Please?” He seemed greatly confused, at least when I looked at his handsome features. All the other parts of his majestic body remained flawless and bulging and perfect. He stood there, unmoving, struggling with something that I was apparently causing. “What’s an Overseer?” I asked again.

“I am the Overseer,” he repeated.

“We’ve already established that much. What does an Overseer do?”

“I...am in charge.”

“Of what?”

“The Residence.”

“This place?”

“Everything.”

“You’re in charge of everything.”

“At this Residence.”

“But now I am in command.”

He blinked again, almost as if he were afraid of verifying his own explanation. “You command me.”

“And, what, you’ve never been commanded before?”

“No,” he answered.

“Never?”

“No.”

“Not ever?”

“No.”

I suppose I could’ve gone on asking the same thing over and over, but this was entirely shocking to me. Perhaps if I fell back on that weird computer-like speech that 4 sometimes used, and asked him for a report. “What are the full responsibilities of the Overseer?”

“The Overseer is responsible for the condition and maturation of the Residence.”

“That seems straightforward,” I replied. Looking at this man, there didn’t seem to be any task that would be out of his abilities. “But it also seems a terrible waste of resources.”

“Sir?”

“Please don’t call me sir.”

“I apologize.”

“Don’t apologize.”

“I….”

“Sorry. Do whatever you want to.” There was a subtle shift in his demeanor, almost imperceptible, a relaxation of his face and his mammoth body. The white glow surrounding his astounding muscular frame took on slight cascades of golden light. Physically, he simply remained standing there at attention. “I just meant that it seems silly that someone like you is supposed to act like some overblown custodian, maintaining this place.”

“The Residence is not a place.”

“We were just in the Residence.”

“Yes, sir.”

Back to sir, again. “But that wasn’t a place?”

“The Residence is a collection of companions assigned to a particular city, district, region, area, sector, state, country or territory.”

“So, we’re in the Residence, but the Residence is also its...residents.”

“Yes, sir.”

“And as Overseer of this Residence, you’re responsible for its - their - condition and maturation.”

“Yes, sir.”

“But now you’re confused, because I’m here.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Because I command you.”

“Yes, sir.”

“So I…”

“You are the new Overseer.”

A chill came over me. “No, I’m not.”

“Yes, sir. The Overseer must be in command of the Residence. It is through the Overseer’s command that the Residence will flourish.”

“How, exactly?”

“Sir?”

“How do you condition and mature the Residence?”

“The Overseer is granted command of the Residence and control of maturation. Only the Overseer may promote the level of those under his or her command.”

“What about the Company?”

“Sir?”

This overly polite act of his was getting ridiculous. “Can you…? Earlier in the Residence, when you and I were having our little contest, you didn’t act this way.”

His white aura dimmed. “Do I displease you, sir?”

“It’s not...you’re not...look, can you just, like, act...normal?”

“Sir?”

Maybe he had no concept of ‘normal,’ or his conception of it was based on that non-stop orgy of perfect male flesh we’d just attended. “Without all the sirs and the air of solicitousness and all this sycophantic demeanor.”

"It was my understanding that you would enjoy...."

"I wouldn't. Please stop."

His brow furrowed again. His eyes were mesmerizing in their beauty as he looked into mine. “I’m not sure I understand what you require.”

“That’s just it, I don’t require anything.”

“Then...how may I serve you?”

“Oh, don’t worry about that, we’ll get to the many ways that you can serve me in a minute. For now - right now - I need you to stop acting so...weird.”

“Weird, sir?” One of his eyebrows ached over his multi-colored eyes.

“Just...like...talk to me.”

“We are talking, sir.”

“No, not like...that’s exactly what I mean. You keep calling me ‘sir’ and I don’t want to be called sir.”

“Liege Lord?”

“No, not that either. No title. Just you and me. Talking.”

“I...am unfamiliar with the concept.”

“You don’t talk to the other men here?”

“Words are unnecessary.”

I could see how that was possible. The way this man used his body provided quite enough communication. “But we were doing it earlier. We’re doing it now.”

“Yes, sir.”

I sighed. I was getting nowhere. “Tell me about you.”

“I am the Overseer.”

“You don’t get out much, do you?” I joked.

He didn't seem to have a sense of humor. “The Overseer is assigned to a Residence. The Overseer is not assigned as partner or companion.”

“Wait, you don’t go outside?”

“It is not among my duties.”

“You’ve never been outside?”

“No, sir.” He seemed consternated.

“You’ve never been with someone like me?”

“No, sir.”

"Let’s...let’s sit down.”

“Of course, sir.” He finally moved. I was struck, again, by the overwhelming power and sexuality the man exhibited in every movement of his magnificent body. Thank god there were no Level 9s. If anyone ever conjured up some behemoth more beautiful and powerful than the man before me, I’m not sure any of us could survive it.

He sat down on one of the couches and stretched his arms along the back and side, set his muscular legs wide, and lay his body physically open for me, looking up with expectation and obvious invitation. I took the unsubtle hint and seated myself within his embrace, setting my naked body against the hard contours of his, feeling that overwhelming sensation of sex as our flesh came in contact.

I settled back against his larger frame and he wrapped me in his muscled arms. The weight of them against my own body gave me a sense of his bulk and power, though in this position I could no longer look at his incredibly handsome face. Still, there was something to be said for having a muscleman as your personal seating device.

“What about the Company?” I asked.

His hands caressed my torso, moving hungrily across the marvelous mountains of muscle I now possessed. “The Company monitors and certifies the Residence.” I could feel his powerful voice against me as he spoke.

“Sending them out to fulfill contracts,” I verified.

“Yes, sir.” He moved his right hand to cup my left pec, rubbing the pad of his thumb against my nipple. My cock pulsed with pleasure.

“But you’re in charge here.”

His lips came very near to my ear. I could feel his breath as he spoke. “I was, sir.” His tongue darted out to taste me.

“You still are.” I moved myself, adjusting my position so that I could feel the intense heat of his erection along my spine. It throbbed and swelled as we fit more closely together. Was it growing larger still, or was that my imagination?

“I...don’t know.” He moved his right hand down my body, over my rippled abs, digging his fingertips into my pubic bush.

He didn’t know. Had I completely fucked something up? And if so, how could I have done that? Surely there were failsafes in place or something. “You’ve never been commanded, before?”

The fingers of his right hand were diving through the rough curls that crowned my prick. “No, sir.”

“You’ve never felt...overwhelmed...by someone.”

“No, sir.” He wrapped his hand around the thick base, resting his chin against the side of my neck, observing his hand on my cock.

I started to doubt my ability to survive his intensity. Everything he was doing to me felt almost too good to withstand. What if my amplifications wore off while we were together? What if my masculine power wasn’t enough to contain all that he was - all that he had? Would I simply go insane from pleasure? Would my body burn up under his superhuman sexual capabilities? “Why not?”

He squeezed me, forcing a flow of clear honey from my tip. The the cords of muscle lining his forearm swelled. “Sir?”

I watched myself pre-cum under his talented touch. I watched the thick warm fluid coat my skin and his. “Well, I mean, surely others have been...amplified like I have. The capsules upstairs...or...or wherever they are.” My eyes rolled into my head. I tried to maintain control, keep my voice level. “I...was lead to...believe...that this happens all the time.”

He said, “Clients sometimes receive…,” he squeezed me again, harder, and I felt a renewal of the warm wetness flooding down my erection, “...amplifications of this nature.”

“And then what happens?”

His lips kissed my neck. “To what, sir?”

I swallowed hard. “They don’t...go down to the Residence?”

Another kiss. Another squeeze. Another flow. “Some do, sir.”

“And what...what happens?”

He moved his hand up my erection. I watched it become slick with a coating of my pre-cum. “They enjoy the companionship of the Residence.”

“Sex, in other words.”

He pulled my earlobe between his teeth, and nibbled gently. “Of course, sir.”

My breath was drawing short. My cock sizzled with a need to fountain. “And what about you and me?”

“I would enjoy having sex with you, sir.” He rubbed the pliant tip of my cock with his thumb. He stroked me. He kissed me. He pinched my nipple hard. I closed my eyes and sank into his very pleasing manipulations. “It would be a unique experience.”

My brain was going to stop working any second. “Unique?”

“Overseers are normally prohibited from enjoying sexual relations with clients of the Company.”

I opened my eyes. “Wh...what?”

“Clients may contract any Augment up to Level 7." He stroked my length with a slow, intense grip. "Level 8 are reserved as Overseers.” I was flowing copiously, now. I could feel it begin to coat my balls in wet warmth.

I sat up and turned, slightly, to see his face. “You’ve never...wait a minute. You’ve never been with….”

He smiled, licking his lips. “You would be a unique experience.”

“Why…. How is that possible?”

His hand paused. “‘Possible’ is an inaccurate assessment. It’s a question of magnitude.” He tilted his head. He could still reach my nipple, and he teased it mercilessly. His hand was still grasping my cock, and he stroked me with long, lingering caresses. “Your Level 5, sir.” I nodded. “Did you enjoy your experiences with him?”

I thought back to the lounge and my unaugmented body's inability to cope with his fully released sexuality. “What I remember of them, sure.”

The Overseer's voice was serene, calm, sexy as hell. “A Level 6 is supplied with capabilities approximately ten times in excess of a Level 5.”

“So...that means….”

“Level 8 Augments are sequestered to their Residences, and partner only with the companions in his command. I would be...overwhelming to our clients." He stroked me again, and watched my cock happily responding to his touch. "I must sometimes limit myself when dealing with Level 3s and below.” He met my eyes, to amplify his innuendo.

“Overwhelming,” I quoted.

He smiled, and stroked me. “In a manner of speaking.” His massive glowing godlike cock throbbed against me.

All at once, it became abundantly clear that this was a man who was never intended to be with someone like me. Of course not. He was in charge of the augmented super race inside these walls, outfitted to be their master and overseer, able to outpace, outpower and outsex them - all of them - at the same time! Why would he have any constraints on him at all?

“I would enjoy having sex with you,” he repeated.

Oh my god. “No, I mean...well, yes, I would enjoy that too.” If I fucking survived it! I swallowed hard. ‘Overwhelmed.’ “And there is only one Level 8?”

“Only one is necessary in each Residence.”

“So a Level 7 cannot be promoted to a Level 8.”

He pulled me back against his body, displaying his physical strength, though I was in no mood to protest. He felt so good to lie against. His skin was warm. His muscles were firm. We fit together so perfectly, as if we were made for each other. “Overseers are assigned rather than promoted. My unique capabilities prohibit promotion, they must be primarily introduced at inception.”

So, he was kind of like a queen bee, or something. The man had been fed royal jelly, and out popped this towering godlike being.

The man beneath me was so powerful, that not even a Level 7 could become one. And whatever a Level 5 could do, a Level 6 could do ten times better. Which meant mathematically, if one were to extend that calculation, a Level 7 was 100 times stronger - in every way - than my Level 5.

My head was swimming. And my cock was drooling. A Level 8? Could I withstand it? “But the thing that just happened.”

“You command me.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know.”

“You said that you promote the level of those under your command.”

“I do.”

“And you noticed the two Augments who came in with me?”

“Yes. A Level 4 and a Level 5.” He paused and his lips were at my ear again. “My compliments on your fortitude.”

Fuck, that voice in my head. I nearly shuddered with pleasure. “When the Level 4 and I met, he was a Level 3.”

There was a pause, and his manipulations of the various parts of me ceased. “Pardon me?”

“When I was with him, he matured into a Level 4.”

“Excuse me, but...that’s not possible.” His previous tone of odd professionalism had returned.

“Because you promote them.”

His hands merely rested against me. My copious flow was now draining from him and winding through the deep valleys of my abdominal wall, though my cock still throbbed with desire. It missed his touch. “Yes.”

“There’s no other manner in which an Augment could mature?”

Another silent pause. It made me ache to look at his face, to watch the intelligence flash across those handsome features. “I can think of no set of circumstances where that occurrence would be possible. Without an Overseer in command, no maturation is allowed.”

“Allowed? Or possible?”

“I...don’t understand the distinction.”

I recalled the transmission I had received shortly after 3 became 4. “I was under the impression that this was an abnormality, but not unheard of. The Company offered the Level 5 as a replacement, but I insisted on keeping them both because I...he...the bond...anyway, they tried scaring me about some kind of, um, physical this or unstable that. But you’re telling me this can’t happen.”

“It can’t.”

“Then why did they...?”

“I don’t know. But I assure you that a candidate can’t be promoted accidentally.”

“How do you do it?”

“An Overseer is augmented with maturation capabilities. When a candidate is primed, the candidate and I partner. They are matured.”

“Right...but how?”

“There is a joining, and they are matured.”

“That’s still not very clear.” Hell, maybe he took that huge magical cock and fucked them bigger.

“It’s the only explanation in my awareness.” He paused and then said, “Perhaps it was you.”

I leaned up and turned around. “Me? How could it be me?”

God, his face was gorgeous. I could sit here looking at him for the rest of my life and never grow tired - or limp. “How have you commanded me? When that was also impossible?”

I was a little scared of my next statement, but I said it anyway. “I...released my companions.”

His brow furrowed. “Released them?”

“That’s the word they used. My companions.”

“Why would...what would they be released from?”

“I wanted them to act according to their own desires.”

Obvious interest appeared on his striking features. “Please explain what that means.”

So, there was at least one thing similar about all Augments. I wondered if I was going to have go through this all again, as I had done with my first Augment, and not fall into some logic loop. Perhaps the fact that I ‘commanded’ this Level 8 would help me, though I wondered how such a man - one who claimed he had never been commanded by anyone before - would be confused by the concept of free will.

“Well, you’re never under someone else’s command.” He nodded. “And you’ve never been outside the Residence.” Another nod. “Your entire life has been lived within these walls, fulfilling your duties, Overseer to the candidates.” A third nod. “But what if you didn’t want to do that anymore.”

“I want to do that.”

“Yes, but what if you didn’t.”

It was clearly beyond his comprehension again. “I want to.”

I pulled in a long breath. This was going to be even harder. Unless…

I stood up, rising from his embrace. He watched me, awaiting my commandments. “Lie down,” I instructed. He moved his great muscular bulk into the cushions of the leather-clad couch, stretching its full length. Happily - and eagerly, I crawled atop his body, chest to chest, feeling that sensation of warmth and sex permeating my flesh again.

He supported me with no apparent effort, as did the couch, though it groaned in protest. We were face to face, now. Eye to eye. No space between us. I said, “Don’t kiss me,” and placed my lips to his.

At first, he did nothing, because I had given a command.

But I kept kissing him, and I think I mentioned that I’m a very accomplished kisser. I poured everything into that sucker, and after a few moments I think my amplified masculine power kicked in to high gear and started to enforce itself on his unyielding superhuman body.

I sensed a shift in him. Subtle at first, and then growing in intensity.

He began to kiss me back.

His arms surrounded me, again. The heat of his body increased. The sensation of sexual bliss began to radiate with stronger currents. I ground my muscular body against his, feeling the heat of both of our cocks begin to radiate like small suns between our naked forms.

My heart began to pound in my chest. I think I was sweating. Because receiving a kiss from a Level 8 Augment was something like cooking a steak over a nuclear blast.

Once he joined in, I was nearly overcome. I have no idea what augmentations and amplifications are. Synthetics, chemicals, computer chips, femtobots - maybe all of those things. Maybe they just discovered how to manipulate DNA to create these superhuman beings.

Whatever it was, this man had them in bulk. He’d been to the superstore and stockpiled them for a long winter.

I wanted to cum. I’m certain that if I hadn’t gone through the extremely painful process of being rebuilt from the ground up and then pumped so full of power that I could take this guy on, my brain would’ve boiled over from the level of sexual bliss I was receiving just from this man’s two lips against mine.

Once he opened his mouth, and our tongues were wrestling inside the shared wet heat of our mouths, it was all over.

This was more than sex. Way, way, way more. This kiss was - Jesus, I started to wonder if I could survive him once he unleashed himself.

I had to pull away. I was becoming lost to him. I did not want that kiss to end, and I could easily have become his willing slave just so it wouldn’t.

I looked at him. He looked at me. I managed to ask, “Why did you kiss me?”

“I wanted to.”

“But I commanded that you shouldn’t.”

“You did.”

“Why did you disobey?”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. You were acting according to your desires.”

“Yes.”

“All right. That’s a start.” Fuck I was still super horned up from that kiss. And his cock was still glowing like a lightning rod, throbbing in time to my heart. Something else occurred to me. “You’re not...you’re not calling me ‘sir,’ anymore.”

“You told me not to.”

“Right, but, before...you kept doing it anyway.” I looked at him, and asked, “Do I still command you?”

“I want to do whatever you want to do,” he answered.

“That’s not the same thing. Do you want to do whatever I want to do, even if you don’t want to do it?”

“I...am not sure.”

Fuck. What the hell was happening, now? Maybe my superpowers were already diminishing and this guy was going to start having his way with me any moment. My ass was toast! “Can you command me to do something?”

“Kiss me.” He smiled.

“No, something I don’t want to do.” I’d fucking love to fucking kiss him. There were very few things in life I’d love to do more - but they all involved him.

“Can you offer an example?”

I smiled. “Tell me to leave.”

“I don’t want you to leave.” He held me tighter. I felt that hand crawling once again over the muscled mound of my buttock, and the magical touch of his fingers slipping between my cheeks.

God, this man. Oh, my god. “Tell me to leave, anyway.”

He pushed his fingers toward my backdoor, accompanied by intense throbs of sexual bliss. He put his soft lips to my ear and whispered, gruffly, “Leave.”

I had absolutely no desire to do so.

I felt him intruding inside me with his middle finger. Shocks of rapturous delight erupted. And this was just the man’s finger! “Tell me to do something else.”

He pushed inside. “Like what?”

I squirmed in ecstasy. I gasped with utter elation. I could barely manage to think, let alone speak. “What do you want to me to do?”

He smiled again, and those multicolored eyes flashed. He growled two words, like a threat and a promise and a desire all at once. “Fuck me.”

His embrace tightened around me. I could feel every solid-packed muscle of his body pressing against mine. His mouth met my mouth, willingly and eagerly. His lips were soft, warm, moist, perfect. His cock was rock hard, and white hot. We were gazing into each other’s eyes. The world could have ended and I would have been unaware of its passing.

The kiss ended. I watched his handsome face light up as he smiled with filthy intent and obscene desire.

“Your wish is my command,” I growled.

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