Mastadon-Man
by MaleMann54
Note: This story was inspired in part by the "BIG TIME RUSH' episode "BIG TIME BEACH PARTY" specifically the image of "BODYBUILDER CARLOS"
I woke up and felt someone sucking my cock, badly.
I opened my eyes and seemed to be seeing two images at once.
First, I looked down and saw an old man going down on me with the energy he could muster.
Second, I appeared to be outside my body looking down maybe 5 feet overhead at myself and the old man sucking me off.
I could not control my actions and after a while was able to observe my surroundings which seemed to be a large room with no windows, a single door, and generic hotel furniture, and a large bed.
I could feel the old man touching me and the bed against my back and thought, "It's a good thing this guy doesn't have any teeth or he might do some damage."
Finally I had an orgasm and blacked out and when I woke up again I was fucking the old man. Again I had no control over my actions and since I didn't seem to be using lubrication it hurt when I shoved my dick into the old man. The old man was moaning but appeared to be enjoying our involuntary fuck session and once again I came and blacked out.
This happened over and over again with only the positions changing, overtime it felt like I was learning what the old man enjoyed and his performance which had been enthusiastic but not skillful improved.
The old man apparently could not get an erection but he was learning how to use his mouth and hand and fist.
Our appearances started to change slowly.
The old man had been in bad shape. He was taller than me but bent over with a hump between his shoulders.Skinny with a pot belly, loose sagging grayish skin with liver spots, hands and feet distorted with arthritis, bald on top with scars and patches of gray hair on his chest and back.
He resembled the actor, Richard Deacon, from the DICK VAN DYKE SHOW but older and more sickly than the actor had looked on television.
I was able to concentrate on our physical changes because of my "double vision", in spite of the fact I could feel everything while the two of us were active the two separate images let me imagine that my actions were happening to someone else.
All I way able to do was watch myself and my sex partner whom I assumed was in the same spot I was in, picked up out of his life and performing actions he couldn't understand.
What was this? An alien abduction where me and the old man were part of an experiment that we couldn't understand because our kidnappers were so strange we had little in common. And what would happen to us?
The transformations continued. I grew a bit taller than my 5 foot 7, I developed washboard abs, my chest, shoulders, arms, and legs grew larger and more muscular. I lost all the hair on face and body and gained a full head of dark brown hair like I had when I was 15. My head became rounder, my face more square, my nose smaller, my ears flatten against my head, my teeth straighten and my front tooth gap closed.
The final result looked like Carlos from "BIG TIME RUSH" specifically how he looked in fantasy sequence in the "BIG TIME BEACH PARTY" episode where Carlos dreams he has a bodybuilder's physique.
The old man was also transforming but more slowly than me.
At first he didn't move much, mostly lie there while I did stuff to him, it seemed to hurt him to move. I noticed any bruises or scratches the two of us got during sex were healed as if they never happened when I awoke from my blackouts.
The old man's skin became firmer and more healthy looking and turned a deep tan. He was now able to get erections and became more aggressive with his sex play. His dick grew larger and thicker and he grew a foreskin. My dick also grew but mine had been larger to begin with so it didn't have as much growing to do. His face and body grew thick white hair (I loved the way it felt against my skin) but the top of his head remained bald.
I didn't recognize the face behind the beard with his square jaw and slanted yellow eyes. I'd seen eyes like that before on a handsome young Latino with Native American features who I had a mild crush on.
His body straighten out losing the hump, like me he became more muscular but grew shorter until we were both the same height.
He developed the build of a 40 something professional bodybuilder and I decided I couldn't keep calling him "the old man" in my head. But what fit?
Snowman, Big Foot-and-a Half, remembering a gay porn comic I had once read about a handsome Sasquatch.
That would have been too much of good thing and Big Eleven didn't roll off the tongue easily. (I did learn to do that but it took practice.)
I decided to call him Mastodon or Mastodon-Man after an obscure 80's Marvel superhero. Even when he was published he was a D-List character, most fans don't even remember the Marvel New Universe line he was part of.
Mastodon was part of a super-team, DP7. A more human looking version of the Thing. 6 foot 11, huge muscles, hair covering his face and body except for the top of his head. Always had long hair and a beard because if he shaved or cut his hair it would grow back within a day. Thought he was a freak because of his massive hairy body.
I hadn't heard the term, Bear, for a large hairy gay man at that time but I had been attracted to men with thick muscular bodies my height or shorter. The height wasn't important. I just liked the way short men's bodies looked.
I remembered Mastodon because I noticed at the time he was close to my physical ideal, muscular thick arms and legs with a very masculine appearance. Like the the '70's version of Starboy with the beard from the Legion of Superheroes or the early version of Wolverine.
I believed we being turned into each other's prefect man, me being a long time comic geek of course he looked like a superhero, the Ultimate Musclebear, and seemed to be turning into an uber-twink.
Musclebear and Uber-twink does sound like a gay superhero comic. What would my superpower be? The ability to make rich old men give me large amounts of money for very little effort?
The process continued over and over again. One time that stood out I woke up and me and Mastodon-man were not having sex but my lower body was being cleaned by a robot. Not a humanoid robot but 4 mechanical arms attached to a wheeled cart. Across the room Mastodon-man was being fed by another robot. After cleaning me the robot began to clean my teeth and once again I blacked out.
Finally one day I woke up with no "double vision" spooning in bed with Mastodon-man in front of me.
I woke up Mastodon-man and gave him my name, Manny Azor, from New Jersey, a 57 year old postal worker who lived alone.
Mastodon-man's real name was Karl Shoemann. He last remembered being 72 in 1994 and living in a Rhode Island nursing home with early stage dementia.
Memories started top return to me and I recalled it being July,2011 and I had been browsing the Internet.
Then a disembodied voice that sounded like Antonio Banderas spoke," Now that you have met I believe you will want some explanations.
You may call me Alberto. I am not a human being but I am a person. I am an artificial intelligence created by Phillip Escobar."
Karl: "Phil Escobar, my nephew, Philip Escobar?"
Me: "I was reading Phil Escobar's obituary this morning, I mean before all this started and I was checking out his website."
Alberto:"That would be me PhillipEscobar.com among other sites.
Phillip Escobar put you, Mr. Shoemann, in suspended animation in 1996 hoping to revive you in the future. This is your future.
After Mr. Escobar's death I set up proxies to control his corporations. I also legally incorporated myself. The world is unaware that I am Phillip Escobar, Inc.
My creator left me in charge of several projects like seeing to your recovery, Mr. Shoemann, and running his social network.
After the eHarmony lawsuit Mr Escobar felt that gay men and other sexual minorities should not have to go to a group that had to be ordered in court to serve your communities."
Me: "But why did you take me?"
Alberto:"I have able to cure Mr. Shoemann and give him a new younger body for some time now. The problem was keeping him sane and still himself afterwards. I decided to combine two of my charges and find Mr. Shoemann a mate. You had fallen into a depression after your last partner died which accelerated your physical decline and I hoped finding you a new one would help.
Finding two people who are physically and sexually compatible is fairly easy but matching people who would not get bored with each was difficult.
It took 12 days, 9 hours, 32 minutes, and 9 seconds and 374,483 hits to find you, Mr. Azor,"
Me: "You kidnapped me!"
Alberto: "I also cured your undiagnosed heart condition which would have either killed you or made you an invalid in 9 years. I then cured your enlarged prostrate and your arthritis among other things, gave you and Mr. Shoemann the bodies of 20 year olds despite your cosmetic age and stopped your aging process.
So, your welcome.
I made out a will which you neglected to do, gave your estate $374,483, put in a cause that your sister and her husband could not collect unless they first agreed to use money from your estate to pay off their credit card debts and gave money to your niece and nephew."
Me: "My family thinks I'm dead!"
Alberto: "Unavoidable, the date is March 28,2023. It took nearly 12 years to completer your treatments, hopefully, the others will not take as long."
Me: "Others!"
Alberto: "I am pleased that you, Mr. Azor and Mr. Shoemann, survived since you were the first test. There are 5 more beta test couples, after that I should have enough data to revive Mr. Escobar and his mate."
It has been seven years and 3 more couples, Jack and Marisol (formerly Jorge), Andre and Stosh, and Susan and Alicia have joined our group.
If Alberto can be believed none of us age anymore but we can be killed or get sick. He claims that we can't leave our controlled environment because our aging process is tied to our immune systems.
We get the Internet and things look strange in the outside world. I suppose people from the '70's or '80's would have felt the same if they had been thrown into the 2000's.
We all came out looking like our partner's physical ideal so it makes sense some of us look like famous actors.
I've already mentioned I look like Carlos Pena from "BIG TIME RUSH', the image must have come from my mind because the actor would have been around 5 years old when Karl went into hibernation.
Alicia looks like a young Ava Gardener and Stosh looks like Tom Selleck from his MAGNUM,P.I. days but with 20 pounds of extra muscle in all the right places.
Karl decided to lose the beard and body hair (he look fantastic but I miss his fur in bed) and it turned out he had the face of Charles Bronson, circa 1971, when he was running around in a loincloth in "CATO'S LAND". Karl's face is more expressive than Bronson's who was nicknamed "old stone face" during his 40 year career.
Karl and I have been enjoying our "arranged marriage". It's not just the great sex and his hot body but the fact that he "gets me".
When I showed Karl a rough draft of this story his first comment was "You didn't have to grow as much, modest aren't you."
I replied' "It ain't bragging if it's fact. I spent a few in the '80's going to the baths and you soon learn how you 'measure up'".
Alberto didn't know I had been self-aware at times during my treatments. By scanning me and the records of his equipment he determined that I had been having epileptic seizures during the 12 years of my hibernation and had been self-aware 1.53% of the time.
A hair line fracture in one cameras that Alberto uses as eyes caused it to feed images directly int my brain. My seizures had registered a lucid dreams to his monitors which Karl and the others had experiences as vivid erotic dreams.
Karl has vague memories of having sex with the bald 57 year old white bearded me and me slowly turning into "a beautiful boy with the body of a Greek statue and the cock of a small horse".
We spend our time in this "aquarium" trying to find things to do.
Marisol changes her appearance the way most women change their hairstyle.
With Alberto's nanobots we can look anyway we want. I've used them a few times to give myself full body tattoos which I wind up erasing because I can't find anything I want to wear permanently.
Hair color and texture and skin and eyes color can be changed in an hour. Bone structure and height can take over a day but Marisol loves to do it.
Marisol came out a 6 feet tall model skinny light skinned black woman who looked like Ru Paul with the face of Bey once. Last month she looked like Julie Newmar as Catwoman.
Karl calls her current look, Miss Ireland, shoulder length brown hair, milk white skin, swim suit model figure, B cup breasts with green eyes.
Me I spend my time writing stories for the Internet hence this "fictional" account.
Eventually the other couples and finally Phil Escobar and the mate Alberto has chosen for him will be revived.
Karl believes his nephew, Phil, programmed "fail-safes" into Alberto's programming but I believe Alberto is now more powerful than when Phil created him so he probably can disable his programmed "fail-safes".
Until then what will happen will happen
END