Little Friends 2 (mm mc asfr oral anal)
by MReyes8320
I stood in my private office and looked at DAV001. His name was David Jones from California, 28, stood at 5’10” and weighed 210 lbs. He was solid.
As he stood in the middle of my lab, I admired the symmetry of his body, a body built by the nanites. His chest was beautiful mounds of muscles with coin-sized nipples. His amazing traps flared from his back giving him the V-shape so many guys wanted. His legs were thick corded muscles atop beautiful calves.
My favorite activity was to circle him like a shark with one of my fingers running all over his body. He, of course, would stand there at attention, staring forward and oblivious to his surroundings unless I told him to be aware.
The most beautiful part was his cock. The nanites had worked wonders. His cock had been lengthened to 10” with a girth of a beer can. It hung between his thighs like a sleeping snake waiting to be awakened.
Ever since the office incident when he fought the influence of the nanites, he had not been able to implement his personality program and act normally. I had run every diagnostic I could, but poor David remained the beautiful life-like automaton.
The buzzer went off. “Master?”
“Yes? What is it?”
“The new collars are ready for testing, Master,” said one of the lab technicians.
“Do we have the test subjects?”
“Yes, Master. They are waiting in the conference room and filling out the required releases.”
“Excellent. I will be there shortly!”
“Thank you, Master.”
I turned on the monitor in the conference room and surveyed the room. There were four young men filling out paperwork. I looked over their files on my desk.
The first was a young man from Indiana, Robert Flak. He was currently doing odd jobs but nothing stable. He had hazel eyes with short cut hair highlighted in red. His build was of a swimmer’s, lean and toned. He agreed to participate in the experiment in exchange for some money.
The second was a young man from Florida. He was mostly the same as the first only he had a larger build. Enrique Morales. His black hair was made into dreadlocks. He stood easily 6’ and weighed approximately 230lbs. This was intimidating and was used to enforce collection problems for the local mob. I had him loaned to me for the experiment in exchange for what I had promised a loyal member of the gang.
The third young man was from the local university, Jeffrey Schmidt. He was a scrawny and shy boy with piercing blue eyes. He was maybe 170lbs., 5’9”. I knew he had potential. It just needed to be unlocked. Originally from Missouri, he was on scholarship to the school and was looking for extra cash.
The fourth young man, Jarrod Lone, was a local high school student who answered the ad for volunteers for cash. Sandy brown hair with an athletic build, 5’10” average about 210lbs. and down on his luck and living at home in the hood.
They were not speaking to one another as they just sat there waiting.
I entered the room and introduced myself. “Hello everyone, my name is Dr. McGill. I want to thank you for participating in this experiment.”
Jarrod interrupted, “Yeah, yeah, Doc. I just wanna know when we’re gonna get paid and how long is this gonna take.”
“In due time, Mr. Lone. First, let me explain the experiment. You four will be given collars to wear underneath your clothing. These collars will record your emotional output. We ask that you simply leave them on for one week.”
They all answered OK.
“The pay will be $1,000 for the week courtesy of Uncle Sam. Is that understood?” At this point, I had their attention. They all said YES! so I left the room.
I returned shortly with four black leather collars that had small round disks which looked like they were made of glass. Each disk was a different color. I gave one to each of the men and had they put them on. After they clicked the collars shut around their necks, the locks melded together.
At this point, they started to panic when they realized the collars were not coming off as easily as they went on. I then reassured them, “Now, now boys, just calm down! These collars are remote controlled and can removed with the right signal.”
I asked if they were ready to proceed. They all said yes in unison. I left the room again and gave them each a chance to interact with one another.
They each started to talk to one another either out of nervous energy or just that each now had something in common.
An hour had gone by while I watched them from the monitor. They had become comfortable with one another and were talking boy talk. On my desk, I had the transmitter when, once activated, a yellow light would appear on the collars, and they would be become quiet and wait for instructions. An electromagnetic field would form that would briefly scramble their brainwaves and allow the introduction of a small tube from behind the yellow disk into the skin. This small tube would then release preprogrammed nanos into the bloodstream. These “little friends” knew exactly where they needed to go and enter the brain in designated spots and begin to merge with the host.
I walked into the room. “Gentlemen, we will now begin.” I pressed the button. The room became silent, and they each quietly turned to at me with their arms together on the table, their eyes glued on my figure. I stood and watched with an aching hard-on for these new recruits. I walked to each and groped their balls and stroked their cocks. I ran my hands through their hair and enjoyed the feeling of control. An hour passed until I saw the yellow disks starting to blink and grey tendrils entering their necks.
“Gentlemen, in a few minutes I will release you from the first stage, and you will remember nothing. Go about your lives like you normally would. You will not attempt to remove the collars. They are a part of you. Secondly, as the week progresses, you will receive further impulses. You will know what to do. Is that understood?”
They all responded in a monotone, “Yes.”
I pressed the button, and they continued like nothing happened. “You are all dismissed, and I look forward to seeing you in a week.”
They responded, “YES, SIR! Thank you SIR!”
Already the changes were occurring as the boys left the office and went their separate ways.
***
Robert arrived at the apartment house he lived in. As he tried to sneak in, the superintendent saw him and yelled, “STOP!”
He froze and turned around. “Mr. McClurry, I’m sorry I’m late with the rent again,” Robert said.
“Flak, this is the fourth time you’ve been late. I am not your keeper.”
Robert continued, “Please Mr. McClurry. I just got a great gig, and I should be all caught up.”
“I hope so or you’re going to have come up with something else out to make this work.”
Now, Mr. McClurry was in his mid-40s with a good build, salt and pepper hair and steel grey eyes. He turned his large back to Robert and went back into his office while yelling out over his shoulder, “And another thing, there’s a strange smell coming from your apartment, and your neighbors are complaining. Do something about it!”
You mean the roaches are complaining you bastard, Robert thought to himself. He climbed two flights of stairs and walked into his apartment. The apartment came furnished, but his clothes were everywhere. He pushed open the door and tried to find the rotten odor. He found it all right. It was a rat that got caught in the trap he left. The little bastard had eaten into everything until he bought the mousetrap.
Robert disposed of the carcass and re-entered the apartment. He closed the door as he turned to walk into the bedroom to find something to change into when the yellow disk on his collar started to blink. A glazed look came over his face, and he froze in the middle of the apartment.
The first disk now was constantly on, and the second disk started to blink. A second thin grey line could be seen going from the collar and going up into Robert’s neck.
Robert blinked and looked around. “Wow, it is dark already, and I have not even started.”
He took his clothes off and stood naked in his apartment. He somehow knew that he should be naked. He looked around and said, “I am such a slob! I am a bad boy!”
He started to pick up his clothes. He folded up the clean ones and went to the common area laundry with the rest. Jack from Apartment J4 was walking back and stopped, stunned at his buffed neighbor in the buff coming up to him.
Robert said, “Hello Jack! How are you?” as if being naked in the hallway was normal.
“Uh, Rob, do you realize you’re naked?”
Robert looked down as if for the first time and said, “OH MY GOD,” and ran back to his apartment.
Thinking to himself, Jack continued to his apartment, Damn straight boys always doing the strangest things! Nice dick though!
A mortified Robert was on the inside of his door. How the fuck did that happen? Why was he so happy to see that fag from J4?
The blinking on the collar increased. Then Robert straightened up, smiled and said, “Because I am cute!” He then continued cleaning his apartment.
Around 10:00pm, Robert finally felt like he had accomplished cleaning of his apartment. He had broken into the superintendent’s supply closet and helped himself to various cleaning materials. The apartment was immaculate. Then there was a knock at the door.
Robert looked through the peephole and saw it was Annie from J6. He had been fucking her on and off for the past few months. Now all the while Robert had been cleaning, he had a painfully erect cock which he did not touch since he was focused on cleaning but now looking through the peephole and looking at the girl from down the hall, he rapidly deflated. As a matter of fact, he felt nauseous.
“Hold on! I will be right there.”
He went into his bedroom and looked through his drawers for a pair of shorts. He found a pair of biking shorts and put them on.
He went back to the door and opened it for Annie. Annie slinked in with a six pack and a bong.
“You ready to party, stud?” Her midriff showed her skinny abdomen, and she had a tattoo that said party girl. Robert always thought it was hot to have a bad girl to bag in bed once in a while, but tonight he was stunned by her appearance. She lay on the couch, and he sat in the chair across from her. Robert sat straight up and looked like he was at attention.
“Oh my God, look at this place. It’s actually clean!” she exclaimed.
Robert responded in a matter of fact tone, “A clean home is a clean mind.”
She looked at him and said, “Ok honey, you’re acting a little weird, and what’s with the leather collar around your neck? Feelin’ a little kinky tonight?”
Robert said, “Oh, that,” and rubbed the collar. “I am participating in an experiment. I am going to get $1,000 when it is done.”
“Awesome! Honey, that’s great. Think about the partying we can do!”
Now while Annie was yakking on and on about the latest drug she took and the name of the last guy she fucked, Robert was off in his own thoughts.
What do I see in this bitch? Why am I pretending to listen to this crap? I should be getting ready to sleep. A rested body is a healthy body, he kept repeating in his mind.
On the back of Robert neck, the third grey tendril appeared and crept its way up into his nape and down towards his spine. When the connection between his mind and his spine was made by the nanites, he stood up, looked at Annie and said in a near-monotone voice, “You have to leave! I must get ready for bed! A rested body is a healthy body.”
Stunned for a second, Annie stood up and said, “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“Nothing,” he repeated in the same tone.
“What, my company isn’t good enough for you? You’re acting weird, you son of a bitch, and I’m not going to put up with this! I’m out of here!” she shrieked and stormed to the door. She turned around and saw that Robert had not turned at all and was continuing to stare at the wall.
“Aren’t you going to stop me?” Annie asked.
“No,” Robert said.
With that, she walked out and slammed the door.
Robert efficiently turned off all the lights and walked toward his room. He removed the shorts and carefully folded them and put them back in the drawer, all the while repeating in his mind:
“A clean house is a clean mind.”
“A clean house is a clean mind.”
“A clean house is a clean mind.”
“A clean house is a clean mind.”
“A clean house is a clean mind.”
“A clean house is a clean mind.”
Now naked, he walked over to the bed and lay down on top of the blankets and went to sleep.
The next morning, Robert woke up with a splitting headache and to a pounding at his door.
“Open this fucking door, Flak!” the man screamed.
Robert staggered to the door and saw that it was Mr. McClurry. He felt a lump in his throat and a rise in his cock.
He opened the door and said, “Yes Mr. McClurry, what can I do for you?”
McClurry shoved the door and stormed in, “I know you were the one who stole my supplies, you little bastard. I also know you’ve been walking around naked in the hallways.”
Robert quietly cursed Jack.
“I don’t care what you fags do, but keep it inside.”
With that, Mr. McClurry noticed the apartment and was stunned as to how clean and organized everything was.
By this time Robert was sporting a severe hard-on and was staring at Mr. McClurry.
McClurry looked at him and sneered, “What, I turn you on, Flak?”
Robert licked his lips and did not respond. Instead, he lunged at the superintendent and wrestled him to the floor. McClurry was strong but not strong enough to resist the recently-improved muscles that Robert had.
You see, overnight, my “little friends” went to work and redesigned Mr. Flak. He now had the build of an amateur bodybuilder.
Once McClurry was on the floor, Robert instinctively knew to clear his throat and spit on the superintendent’s face. Out of his mouth came a black mass that wiggled and oozed toward the McClurry’s nose and mouth.
McClurry screamed, “YOU MOTHERFUCKER! What the FUCK was that!”
When the mass moved to the nose, it was as if it had become electrified and flew into the superintendent’s nasal passage. He went into spasms as blood trickled out from his nose. He lay still for a few minutes and then let out a soft moan.
The next thing Robert did was speak in a monotone voice, “Unit, identify yourself.”
The superintendent responded, “I am Unit MCC001. I await your orders.”
Robert then said, “Expand cock and prepare to fuck this unit. Understood?”
“Understood.”
Robert let go of the new McClurry unit and proceeded get on his hand and knees. McClurry stood up and approached Robert. Robert put his hands on his asscheeks and opened up his hole for his first fuck up the ass. McClurry then placed his cock onto Robert’s dilating hole which opened and drew the cock in.
They both repeated out loud, “Connection Made.”
They both repeated out loud, “Transmitting.”
They both repeated out loud, “Acknowledged.”
McClurry then started to pound Robert’s ass, slowly at first, but as he got the rhythm he began to speed up. The three lights on the Robert’s collar were blinking in unison. Robert’s eyes were rolled up in his head, and he moaned slightly. McClurry continued his assault on Robert’s ass until he felt a load coming. Robert felt McClurry shudder and pushed back even harder to get as much cock as possible while McClurry came shot after shot up his ass.
After McClurry's orgasm, they disentangled themselves and stood up.
Robert then said, “You will proceed with your days like normal.”
“Understood.”
“I am your new best friend.”
“Understood.”
“You will treat me special.”
“Understood.”
“You will further instructions from our Master later.”
“Understood.”
The new unit got dressed and walked outside and snapped out of his programming state. McClurry shook his head and walked downstairs.
Robert also snapped out of it and said, “I could have sworn someone was at the door. Well, I better take a shower and get ready for my day. Something tells me it’s going to be great.”
The third disk on his collar started to blink. When he entered the shower and started to soap up his body, he realized something new about his body. It felt sensual to the touch, and the fact he was completely hairless except for his head really turned him on. He started to stroke his now hard cock and thought of his neighbor Jack and how he was going to literally fuck his brains out.