Transform: New Blood 3
by AKA
Scott Maddox was bored. The fact of it surprised even him, but the more he examined his feelings and the more he thought about his life as it had become, it was very hard not to keep walking into the same conclusion.
And this, to Maddox, was unacceptable. At first he wondered how he could possibly be bored. He considered what he was able to do now, and how much of it he could do, and how often and how satisfying it all was. He could fucking fly, for Chrissakes! He could fucking fuck until… well, until forever, it seemed. He had a constant hard-on, he could cum buckets over and over, he could seduce anyone he wanted to and could even make them cum without ever touching them.
He had everything he had ever wanted, and even some things he never dreamed possible, but still he was bored. And the reason for it was staring him in the face the whole time, but he didn’t really want to look back at it because it felt… rude. He had been given all this, and it still wasn’t enough?
He put a cap on these feelings and thoughts so that he didn’t share them openly among his brothers. The shared mindlink, the “brain drain” as it was now popularly called, could instantly provide anyone else similarly Transformed with an exact printout of what was going on inside his head. But another advantage of the Transform process was that he had complete innate control over what he shared, just as he had complete innate control over every other aspect of himself. Size, muscularity, appearance, hair length and color, number of cocks, everything.
And that, in itself, was the key to his problem. Maddox thrived on challenge. It was his bread and butter. He was a competitor through and through. Every aspect of his former life was about winning. He needed to best someone else, but now he simply was the best. There was no more challenge left. Anything he wanted, he got. He was constantly succeeding in every effort because he was now perfect in every way. Obstacles were no longer obstacles. There wasn’t a mountain he couldn’t climb (or fly over) or an ocean he couldn’t cross or a man he couldn’t have.
Hell, even that iceberg of humanity Sherman Tipton was on his side now. And, if anything, that annoyed him even more.
He thought about that as he was fucking Tipton’s perfect ass for the umpteenth time. Oh, God, it was amazing! Fucking another Transformed man was nothing short of the perfect sexual release and ultimate sensual pleasure. Everything about them – him, included – was built for pleasure and satisfaction. Their skin was silken, they smelled fantastic, their bodies could flex and twist into any position, they had two dicks, their asses could suck like a whore’s mouth and if you didn’t exactly like how they looked, they could change to accommodate you. Bigger? Stronger? Darker? Leaner? It didn’t matter what you wanted, they were it.
And Tipton, for all his former officiousness and amazing dick-headed asshole demeanor, was now, maybe, the best fuck Maddox ever had. Assuming that he couldn’t meet his own double and fuck himself, of course. Maybe it was the idea of fucking one’s boss. Maybe it was the fantasy of being able to do this to the old Tipton, to ram his hot, hard, thick cock into Major Sherman Tipton’s tight hole over and over. But whatever it was, Maddox was suddenly somewhere else.
“You’re doing it again,” Tipton said. His deep voice sent shivers through Maddox. He pushed himself inside Tipton’s ass deeply and felt the man grab hold and send cascades of intense sexual joy through every inch of his prodigious cock.
“Yeah, I know. Sorry.”
“Am I doing something wrong?” He knew he wasn’t. He knew it was perfect. But Tipton asked anyway, because Maddox wasn’t open to him in the mindlink.
“I’m… distracted.”
“Again.” Maddox could hear that familiar tone in his former boss’s augmented voice. For all his change in appearance and demeanor, he was still Major Sherman Tipton – even if he now looked like a 21-year-old bodybuilder porn star with a cock big enough to choke a horse and a look in his clear, beautiful eyes of pure carnal lust. “What is your major malfunction, son?”
“You know I hate it when you call me that. A little too… Deliverance for my tastes.”
“Sorry, old habits and all that.” They were now disengaged from their former preoccupation and Tipton was lying on his back in the grass looking up at Scott. He folded his arms behind him, clasping his hands behind his neck and his biceps bulged nearly as large as his head. His perfect body gleamed with sweat, and his 10-pack swelled with every breath. He was hairless across his broad chest, and the caps of his fat nipples poked up like small cockheads. Maddox felt a familiar urge to pounce on the man and chew those rosy buds until he screamed and came across his back. He could feel his ever-present libido growling for more. “You want to talk about it, yet?”
Maddox shook his head. “Still unfocused,” he lied. He kept the lid shut tight on his brain.
Tipton smiled. “You always did enjoy your little mysteries.”
“Even if you always had tabs on me and knew what I was doing anyway.”
Tipton sat up, leaning on one elbow. Maddox watched the muscles of his body stretch and bulge as he did so, marveling at the sheer beauty and power that screamed from every inch of the man. “I didn’t get to be where I am… er, was, by being lazy.”
Sherman reached down and started caressing his dick. It swelled and lengthened against his expert touch. He released a flow of the clear lubricating pre-cum, another advantage of being Transformed, to help his manipulations along. His cock grew redder and firmer, the head blooming wider and the shaft visibly thickening as the whole of it gleamed with lube. Fat veins fed it larger still. Maddox felt his own still-hard cock pulse in return. A heavy load of cum was bulging in his unsatisfied nutsack.
Sherman’s eyes never left Maddox’s as he jerked his impressive prick to full glory. He was pumping a stream of lube that coated his tool and drizzled to the lawn under his equally impressive ass, the scent of his sexuality was carried on the warm breezes to Scott’s nostrils. Tipton’s scent was like leather and wood and something else unique to the man that Scott couldn’t place, but it shouted power and sex and bliss in equal measure. “You can join in at any time, Scott.”
Maddox smiled in spite of himself. “Believe me, it’s very hard not to, but I think neither one of us is going to be completely satisfied until I resolve a couple of things.” A strong whiff of Tipton’s sexy scent made Scott’s cock throb. “It’s hard to explain, other than to say…”
“I know. You just don’t find me sexy anymore.” Tipton sat forward and moved his mouth onto his own cock head, sucking the full helmet of it into his mouth. Scott watched his muscled neck flex as he swallowed thick pumps of sweet, salty pre-cum into his body. He drew his mouth away and sat back, wiping his mouth of the slick, shiny lube with the back of his free hand while his other continued slowly jerking himself off. “It’s easy to understand.”
“Yeah, that’s it entirely. You’re just not turning me on.” Scott’s cock easily called his bluff, plumping to full mast as he watched Tipton suck on his own dick. A thick stream of pre-cum flowed over the fat inches of his cock and coated his balls in warm honey. He wanted to kneel down and suck on Tipton’s cock himself, taste the man’s skin and swallow his salty pre-cum. It was almost a form of torture to deny himself what he knew would be another incredible round of good, old fashioned man fucking, but in the back of his mind that nagging irritation persisted.
“So you’re not going to let me in?”
Maddox considered his options. While this wasn’t the same Sherman Tipton he was used to dealing with, this also was. The body might look completely different, and he might want to fuck like a bunny and suck his own dick, but somewhere inside that luscious and muscular frame sat the brain of the man who knew more about the Transform Project than perhaps anyone else. That was both an advantage and a disadvantage to Maddox’s own plans, even though they weren’t quite solid in his own head. “Before I answer that question, I need to ask you one.”
Sherman didn’t stop manipulating his giant hard-on as he nodded. “Go ahead. I’m wide open – as you very well know.”
Scott glanced toward Sherman’s ass and sucked in a cooling breath before proceeding. “I’m thinking about going back in.”
“Excellent! I’m ready, willing and able!” Tipton spread his legs, licked his fingers and shoved them into his hole, lubing up the hot, tight canal for Scott’s fat dick to slide home.
“That’s not exactly what I meant. But you knew that.”
Sherman nodded, laughing slightly. He did not, however, remove his fingers from his butt hole. “I surmised as much. You’re too much the soldier to give up so easily. Running from the island was a form of defeat, no matter what Michael and Carlos may think. Sure, we have absolute freedom…”
“So far as we know,” Scott inserted, thinking at the same time that Sherman was having way too much fun on his own for the tone of this conversation, but he was used to that, too. These bodies were insatiable. There was no such thing as too much.
Tipton agreed with a nod. “So far as we know.” He tilted his head slightly. A sucking sound came from his ass and he inserted a fourth finger. “You don’t suspect that I’m still in with them, do you?”
Truthfully, he had considered it. And he said as much. “We can all hide as much as we want to from each other. I know more about you than you’d ever easily reveal, and vice versa. The past is the past. I’m interested in the future.”
Sherman stopped short of fisting himself and relaxed back onto his elbows. His prick subsided slightly, growling limp though no less massive as it lay thickly across his slim hip. “You’re proposing some sort of double agent assignment?”
“I’m not sure that’s even possible. How much do they know?”
“Almost everything. The physical stuff, naturally. That’s kind of hard to hide. A lot of the mental stuff, too. The mindspeech was known, but I don’t recall there being anything about the link. They knew – we knew the guys could communicate non-verbally, but the deeper exchange of ideas, experiences, emotions and the like wasn’t yet part of the package. They must know now that they can’t use Demolish on us. It’s ineffective, Transform is just too powerful. They must also realize that they really have no defense against us simply flooding the system of whomever they send against us with T and turning them into another over-muscled flying fuck machine.”
“Women?”
Sherman shook his head. “We considered that, of course. But even so, what weapons would they use? Bullets don’t penetrate, fire doesn’t sear us, we’re impervious because they built us that way. Perfect fighting machines.”
“Only we don’t fight.”
“We fuck.” Sherman grinned, licking his lips as he focused on Scott’s own enormous cock. “Speaking of which…”
“Try to stay focused, Sherman.” Sherman was intently focused. “On something other than my dick.” Sherman sighed but brought his gaze back up. “Do you think they’ll just leave us alone?”
“No fucking way. They’re scared shitless of us. Scared we’ll switch sides, scared we’ll turn the world into muscled fag zombies intent on fucking the human race into obsolescence, scared of a hundred different possibilities let loose by this thing swimming through every cell in our bodies. Scared of what they do know, and scared more about what they don’t.” Sherman’s gaze narrowed. “But this isn’t all about that, is it? It’s something else?”
Tipton did know his recruits very well. Maddox shrugged and nodded. “Truthfully, I’m bored. Not with the sex and the flying and all that, but… don’t you find this all sort of… lacking? I mean, where’s the challenge? Sure, endlessly fucking each other into sexual paradise has its advantages, and I enjoy watching some dude get Transformed as much as anyone else, but life is about more than that, at least it used to be.”
“You’re getting a little too existential for my tastes, Scott. I see your point, but I’ve been there and done that. I paid my dues. I was in the race and I ran a good one, and I don’t really want to do much more than lay here naked in front of the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen and, as you say, fuck each other into sexual paradise. I’m over the hill… well, not that you can tell by looking at me, but I’m content with this. I fucking love it!”
Scott sighed again. “I don’t blame you.”
“But you’re not giving up.”
“Am I stupid?”
“I called you plenty of things when we were both back there serving the country, but stupid was never one of them. I think what you’re proposing probably has to be done by someone. And I can’t think of anyone more qualified than you.”
“So, you wanna come along?”
Sherman stood up and put his hand on Maddox’s thickly muscled shoulder. “Of course! You’ll just fuck it up without me guiding you, as usual.” He was lying, and they both knew it. What wasn’t he saying? “And I think I have an idea about someone else – the perfect man for this job.” He placed his other hand on Scott’s fat cock. “But how about one last good fuck before we leave?”
Scott started to object, but he couldn’t speak another word with Sherman’s lips pressed to his own.