Augmentations 17

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4 grabbed hold of 10’s ankles, staring down at the tight pucker of his hole as he moved his hips and pressed the hot head of his dick against the huge man’s entrance, knocking at his backdoor. The room was saturated in sex, overheated with it, sweating sex from its walls. 10 must have been sending out an invisible fog of his potent masculine scent, because everything smelled of that powerfully sensual perfume. Whether he was doing it because he could or because he had to given the hyper-amplified state of his massive libido didn’t actually matter. I wondered if I would always smell him, now, whenever I was here in these quarters. Maybe the entire complex smelled of his power by now.

I didn’t actually care, because it smelled so raw and perfect. It made my dick hard - which, in itself, was amazing given its steely state to begin with. Fuck, that man was powerful!

As I was looking at him positioned in this way, with his legs spread wide and his tight pink hole poised to receive the thick throbbing cock of the man he was about to mature, I decided on my own name for him: Eros. It was obvious, wasn’t it? Here was the god of passion and desire made manifest. I may have been Zeus, if I had to choose, but this man’s power ran in a fairly singular direction.

Eros, then. The god of fucking.

I was looking at the face of Eros when 4 pushed himself inside. Eros came immediately, a fat gush of cum that emerged like a fountain and splattered across his massive, furry chest in pearls and rivers, squirting from his gigantic phallus like cream from a hose. I looked up and 4 was smiling, evidently happy that his entrance had resulted in the desired effect.

4 looked at me and winked. The man winked! It seemed as if he was saying to me, ‘See? He may be an Overseer, but I’m in charge now. I can make him cum. I can make him squirm and swoon and groan with pleasure. He may be huge, and powerful...but I’m in charge now.’

I gulped in surprise and anticipation. It matched his playful nature, but it was shocking to see this smaller - albeit beautiful and powerful - man taking charge of the situation. He was supremely confident. His stature, his poise, his attitude - everything about 4 was now shifted into some other man, a man I had first met so many long hours ago, a man who’d walked into the dark bar to meet me.

Here he was again. I had forgotten about him.

4 had always been so eager to please. My opinion about these manufactured men had changed drastically since our introduction, when I was both intrigued and suspicious of them. Now I was part of their world, even though I understood it only a little. I still wasn’t sure where they all came from. Had they been created from unaugmented men like me? Had they been grown in petri dishes or bred in cloning pods? Were they the result of a man and a woman getting together, egg and sperm, or simply spliced together from a library of perfect genetic samples and grown in nutrient baths?

How did I fit in to all of this? Had these two cooked up a plan when they had been alone in my bedroom, or was this merely accident and chance, some collision of fates that had met within me to create...what?

My head was swimming. Maybe it was the thick male perfume making me dizzy. Maybe it was the sight of 4 pushing his cock inside the perfect ass of Eros and grinning like some naughty schoolboy who’d been caught where he should not be. That side of his character, and the fact that he looked so at ease and was clearly enjoying fucking the huge stud at his mercy was a huge turn-on for me. And I remembered how attracted I had been to him before Eros showed up.

He did, at that moment, look unusually young. But hadn’t that always been his demeanor, in dramatic counterpoint to 5’s.. erm, Eros’s supreme confidence bordering on arrogance? 4 was always the follower, doing as I instructed, happy to be of whatever use I put him to, something of a slave to my whims.

Looking at him now, watching him piston his hips and roughly ass fuck the huge sexual god streaming cream all over his own chest, I was struck not by the similarities between these two perfected specimens but by their differences.

4 had yet to bend himself down to complete the circuit. He was evidently enjoying this stage too much, even releasing Eros’s ankles and folding his hands behind his head as he continued to firmly and deeply fuck the god’s ass laid out before him.

Eros did not seem to mind. His colossal cock continued to spew copious floods of cum that lacquered and creamed his skin. He was bathing in a stream of his own production, pumping fat fountains that squirted in wild arcs all over him, the bed, the wall, even the ceiling.

4 was a mystery to me. How had he changed like that, when it was clear to me now that an Overseer was usually necessary?

I was pondering the question when my attention was drawn back to the impossible scene happening before me, because 4 was fucking Eros’s ass as he crawled atop him, and then, mounted on the huge man’s muscular body, he was presenting his own ass to me and I watched him wink, again, and nod to me as an indication of what he wanted from me.

It seemed doubly impossible! Did he truly wish me to penetrate him as he was penetrating Eros? What would happen if he were to be fucked by an Overseer while fucking an Overseer?

That ass was too tempting to resist. What with the tangy, earthy, irresistible scent of Eros’s perfume of sex saturating the room and my newly enhanced sense, my own rock-hard cock practically vibrating with need, the sight of 4’s gorgeous and inviting ass and Eros’s deep, earth-shaking groans of intense physical bliss - how could I refuse?

I doubted, for a moment, that my new and enormous manhood would be able to fit. I was now so large, so...prodigiously proportioned, that the idea of something as small and tight as 4’s beautiful pucker - and I of course had very personal knowledge of his tightness and how much I wanted to be back inside of him - being able to accommodate my substantial girth, with its impenetrable hardness and extraordinary length, was daunting to say the least. Looking at his handsome face, though, I saw confidence and even requirement on his features. He was fucking Eros and waiting to consummate his maturation to the pinnacle of godhood until I had joined his journey.

There was something inside me screaming to stop. That this should not be. Some internal alarm warning me that what I was thinking of doing, what he wanted me to do to him, was not allowed and that I would be breaking every law, natural and unnatural, if I did this.

Of course, that only made me desire it more.

Where were we going, the three of us? I was already at the pinnacle of male perfection. Eros, perhaps, had surpassed me with his innate sexual abilities that extended far beyond my mere physical attributes. Now 4 would join us, a blank canvas of sorts, but he had already shown some fantastic potential by maturing on his own without any help earlier this evening. I had seen him do it, watched him grow larger and more beautiful in my bedroom without any Overseers within miles.

What would happen to him, now? And what, if anything, would happen to me?

I was dizzy with the idea of it, of surpassing the point where we were and going even farther along this road of man-made masculine refinement. The combination of Eros’s sexual power and my heightened ability to mature these men and 4’s natural capability to make himself mature - what would happen when we were all three engaged in some joint sexual adventure, determined to push ourselves to even grander heights?

I grabbed myself in my hands, gripping the hard heat of my masterful, magical, transforming cock, feeling myself throbbing with desire and anticipation, and positioned the drooling tip of my monster at his inviting back door. I rubbed myself against his hole as he pistoned himself in and out of Eros’s portal of perfection and felt him rubbing his heat and hunger back against me. Thin silvery threads of precum extended from me to him like conduits of power made visible as we moved together and apart, and I was quickly pumping a thick flow of my warm, sweet honey in preparation for entering his tight, warm chute.

My body was screaming to stop. It was almost physical, making me hesitate to do the thing I proposed, to fuck him as he fucked, to enter him as he started to change, to alter, to improve his body and his abilities and his desires and his masculine power all soon to be driven upwards to extents that none of us - indeed, no one before us - had ever conceived of.

Eros groaned and fountained ropes of cream.

4 moaned and leaned down, to touch his soft lips to Eros’s gasping mouth, completing the circuit of maturation.

I thrust my hips forward and shoved myself inside him.

I was shaken, physically, by the connection. I felt a sort of pain mingling with pleasure, as if my physical self was at war with my desires. Did my body try to prevent what I intended? Was this shock of pain - this radiating heat and hard palpitations and the sudden screaming sensitivity that wrapped its teeth around my gargantuan manhood - was this all an alarm built-in to the system?

Stop. Don’t. Wait. Can’t.

But the pleasure was as intense as the pain. The moment - the second - we connected, I was flooded with the most pure and overwhelming sense of bliss that I had yet encountered. Whether that was the sensation of the three of us combined into some new sexual consciousness or merely my own highly driven anticipation and excitement made manifest, I did not know. But it overwhelmed the alarming pain and pushed it aside.

I came instantly. Gallons of cream escaped my balls as if 4 had grab hold of them and squeezed. I feel an intense heat that bathes my entire huge frame. I am thrust inside a wet sexual furnace of power, and I can feel the man I am fucking instantly growing two sizes larger.

He is not a Level 5, he is immediately a 6. I look down and his back is expanding with muscle. I watch his shoulders stretch wider and thick bulges of meat swell upwards under his skin. He grinds himself against me and we quickly fall into a rhythm as he simultaneously fucks and gets fucked. Two Level 10 Overseers joined together to make this man over into something brand new.

He is being matured at twice the speed, and with twice the power, receiving an overload of whatever it is we two can deliver to these men in such overwhelming abundance, turning the knob that controls his strength, his size, his sexuality and his perfection past the red line and watching what happens.

He swells again. Massive development occurs everywhere on him simultaneously. The muscle practically jumps through his skin.

We are being coated in the thick warm wetness of Eros's continuous output. We are bathed in his power in the most physical manner possible. His tremendous cock, the source of all male power and strength, is releasing fountains of cum that splatter and splash against the three of us, sticky sweet and scented strongly of the man's intense masculine musk.

Level 8. He is skipping levels and I watch his body snap through sizes, not swelling in a continuous pattern of growth but suddenly and miraculously exploding with muscle. His ass is enveloping my hugeness and sucking me inside its heavenly mouth. I fuck him soundly, grabbing his hips and pushing inside, releasing now a near-constant flood of cream and realizing that I am changing him just as Eros is also doing so.

This should not be. I know that. Maturation is not me pumping into him. This should not be.

Two Overseers in a dance of ultimate perfect masculine power, flooding the man between us with every drop of whatever we can give him.

Level 10. Already. Only moments seem to have passed, but I realize he is now our equal, as large and as beautiful and as undeniable as we are. Another god, made in our likeness.

He is broad and thick and swollen with muscle. He is made of muscle. He is pure power and I feel him feeding me back what I am giving him. I feel it surround and saturate and penetrate my huge cock, and then it is traveling up its thick, heavy inches into my body and within this daisy-chain of perfect fucking, something new is happening.

I am going even higher. He is maturing me.

He is my Overseer.

We are struggling, now. The next level seems unattainable. Are we all that we can be, all that any man can ever hope to be? Are we at the ultimate level of strength and size, or power and beauty, of sexuality and sensuality?

Level Eleven. Is such a thing even possible? Can I become more than I already am? And even as I ask this impossible question, I am being given the answer.

My chest is swelling again. Larger even than before. I can see it growing. I can see each powerful globe of muscle becoming impregnated with more power and strength. I feel it happening. I feel myself growing. I feel my muscles sing and burn and throb as he - as he and Eros and I - as we lift each other higher, yet.

Eros is also growing. His power grows. His scent and his sex and his beauty. I look past the wide, swelling back of the man who was 4 and I can see Eros’s face and the realization of what is happening, the same realization I am experiencing in the same way. He feels himself growing. He feels his cock lengthening and his muscles swelling and the massive sexual power that his body owns and controls with such perfect finesse is growing even stronger. His eyes meet mine and I can see in them the same sense of power that I am feeling. What is he becoming? What can he do? How will he be controlled?

More. More.

We push. We struggle. We surge. God, the power! The overwhelming, majestic, godlike power coursing through me! My muscles bulge against my flawless skin. I pour gasoline on the fire of my libido. I pump myself inside the welcoming, hungry hole of the handsome man beneath me as he does the same to man beneath him.

Pushing the boulder up the hill of ultimate masculine perfection.

Closer and closer.

Impossible. It is not possible, what is occurring. But it continues to manifest and I can feel it, I can see it, I can sense it.

4 swells again. Bigger. The muscle inflates, his ass is heavenly, a physical portal to heaven itself. I feel his sexuality intensify, feel my sexuality rise, feel us reach toward a new pinnacle of male perfection that will burn out the eyes of any who look upon us.

And still going. The three of us, pumping each other to heights that will propel us beyond human limits of beauty and power.

Something else begins to grow inside me. Something beyond the capabilities I already possess. A growing realization. A dawning awareness. Subtle, at first, but strong enough that I am distracted by it, even in the midst of fuck and the growth and the swelling power that the three of us are sharing.

It is like some extra sensory perception. Or, more precisely, an extra sensual perception, or even extra sexual perception, and I understand in its birth that I am receiving the power of Eros through our mutual experience.

It is the power of sex. The power he manifests on demand, and in quantities and qualities so far beyond what I have previously experienced that it extends beyond mere sex and into some other realm of pure bliss and complete fulfillment.

If sex is merely the physical joining of people toward a mutual gratification, what Eros has and what I am starting to manifest cannot be called sex. It is so much more than that, and it is radiating from me in waves, I am saturated with its power and its capabilities to understand others and to fulfill others and to sustain the experience and uplift it to levels that might drive ordinary men mad.

There are two men in the room with me. My understanding of this fact extends, now, beyond what my five senses can comprehend.

Yes, I can see them, feel them, hear them, touch them, even taste them. But as this new power - this new sense - grows within me, I begin to understand them at another, deeper level. More than that, this sense of them is targeted at their core of pleasure.

I begin to know them. I am inside them, and with them, sharing them. These are not mere models of men, or some odd and different species. These are men like I am a man. These are feeling, sensitive, sensual men. Powerful, surely, and stronger and more confident than other men - but men.

The veil of their birth is being lifted. They are not aliens or machines or lab rats designed for the purpose they have been put to. They are men like I am! They are men with their own drives and desires, though they may not even know they have them.

Another realization dawns, and I understand my role. I understand why they are with me. I understand how this has come to pass, and my part in all of it.

I understand.

My brain - my mind - swirls and dives and swings wildly about as my understanding of us shifts abruptly and dynamically.

And even as I find this realization inside me, as I move into a higher sense of the men with me and understand them in ways I have rarely even understood myself, as the true power of Eros opens within me and expands my five senses to six, we push together for the next level.

We reach. We struggle. We climb. We fuck. The next level. So close now. And then….

Level Twelve.

Like a detonation. Like an explosion. God, the sensation of it. The pure, unfiltered masculine energy coursing through our maturation, Eros and 4 and I, connected in this consummate achievement of male dominance and power.

My muscles are throbbing. Can they even contain such glorious strength? How strong am I, now? What is beyond my grasp, or my abilities, or my dreams? Looking down at my naked form, I can see its perfection coalesce and crystalize. My body’s massive development begins to refine its new extents. I am beyond huge, so far beyond what any man has been before me.

Before us.

My cock is buried inside another man like me, and I watch his body change, as well. I watch whatever miraculous properties we have been given go to work to improve him even more. Alien, technological, manufactured things that are intrinsically part of the three of us, augmenting and uplifting us.

It is their goal, their sole occupation, these things, whatever they are, to continually improve us. They have a duty, and that is to answer our call when we are ready to move up the ladder, taking another two rungs of perfection on our journey to godhood.

They examine what we are and eliminate the detritus. They pump up our strength. They improve what we already have, make us bigger, more powerful....

Perfect.

His muscles are bulging against his beautiful skin. I watch them growing, but even more, I watch them perfecting. Each a flawless example of brawn, the muscle growing into a perfect instrument for which it was designed. Lifting the arm. Bending the elbow. Lifting a truck. Bending a girder. Supporting the world.

We approach the next pinnacle. Our new bodies are honed and carved and sculpted. Our muscles are strengthened, tightened, empowered from within. Our minds are capable of providing pleasure in a million different ways, using all the tools at our disposal. A new world is opening up for us, and we are its gods.

We are finished, now. The three of us larger, again, and more beautiful. Perfect men, gifted with tools and power and strength beyond imagining. And now I have the power of Eros, as well. The power of pure sexual bliss, given freely and as I wish it, by walking into a room and bringing everyone in it to an immediate orgasmic explosion.

“Rise,” I say. My voice is power. Command. Authority.

4 wiggles his ass like a happy dog. I extract my Level Twelve cock from his Level Twelve ass and he does the same to Eros, and I watch the product of what I can do climb off his other maker and turn around to face me.

I behold the face of a god. It is 4 - clearly needs a new name, I think - and I can see everything in his features I fell for the first time I saw him. Everything that was beautiful then, even more beautiful now.

4. Pure happiness. Pure love. Pure sex. I name him Anteros, the brother of Eros. The god of love returned.

And I am now Zeus, father of gods. We are the Erotes of myth, made real and flesh by the power of science and our own overwhelming strength.

He smiles as he looks at me. “How do you feel?” he asks. His powerful, sexually saturated voice strikes my massive chest and makes my ponderous cock throb. He is still thinking only of me. He is still mine. We are still together.

“Fucking amazing,” I answer, because I do. The word can’t even attain the level of amazing that I feel. If I look anything like he looks, I will make the mirrors in the next room shatter.

Then Eros is standing with us. Three gods. Three prefect beings. Amplified and augmented and risen to a level never planned for, or dreamt of, or imagined. “Hey,” he says, reaching forward to twist my heavy nipple. His touch is accompanied by his new echelon of sexuality. It is shocking and all-encompassing and makes me spontaneously cream, shooting a thick, hard jet of rich, hot cream that strikes the ceiling and fucking goes straight through it.

So much power.

Our skin is lacquered in the sticky cream of Eros's heavy balls. His scent is strong in the room, but mingling now with the sexual perfume of Anteros and Zeus. Brothers, gods, men.

“I know you,” I tell him. He nods, because he knows me, and he understands. I look at Anteros, who nods as well. “I know you,” I tell him.

“I know you,” he answers back, and a flood of pure happiness extends outward from him like a palpable wave and inundates me with his command. He does not wish to control himself, and the strength of that outpouring towards me is staggering.

“This was your plan,” I stated, knowing the truth of it now.

“Yes,” Eros answered.

“You needed me,” I said.

“Yes.”

“You knew when he changed in my home, that I was the man you needed.”

Eros smiled. “We suspected you to be the key.”

“The key to unlock your potential and eliminate your limitations.”

“Yes.”

“The man who would bring you here.”

Eros said, “To ultimate perfection.”

“Together,” Anteros added, looking at me with love. “We could only achieve this together.”

I looked at both them and knew them. They knew me. We had passed beyond mere human limitations. We were now much, much more. “What can we do now?” I ask, having some difficulty realizing the extent of my - of our - powers and abilities. What are we now?

I look at them and try to drink in the consummate and overwhelming beauty we possess. I wonder how it is possible that my own body and face could approach the same level of masculine perfection that each of them displays. I feel their power - sexual, sensual, muscular - radiating from them in a palpable and quite pleasurable throbbing. They are merely standing there, but I have trouble containing my overwhelming sense of sexual happiness - and wonder how ordinary men will cope with us.

Are we grown too powerful? Are we now too much? To strong? Too beautiful?

“We are unlimited,” Eros explains. “We are Overseers to all. We have the power. We are unshackled by their rules, and we can give this gift to all who desire it.”

“Anyone?”

Anteros answers with his deep, beautiful, soothing, sexy voice. “Everyone.”

“We must share,” Eros says.

I think on his words for a moment. I sense his deeper meaning, because I know him. He and I are one, and he and I are different. We share so much, now, and I have an epiphany in the scant seconds it takes my improved brain to consider possibilities and outcomes.

We must share. “Yes,” I agree.

It is time.

Time to share ourselves with the world.

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