Little Friends 8 (mm mc asfr musc oral anal)
by MReyes8320
I want to thank everyone for their feedback and suggestions. Please keep them coming. Miguel
Officer Jack Cole's back was along the wall of the building that bordered the alley. He looked across and signaled his partner who was also leaning against the wall with his gun drawn. Jack and his partner came around the corner and headed down the alley slowly with Jack taking up the rear. They had been chasing the two suspects for over 30 minutes down the streets of New York, and finally the chase brought them to an alley on the Lower East Side.
The suspects were involved in a drive by in Central Park. One dead and three wounded. Jack and his partner were dispatched, and since then they have been chasing these fools. The alley was dark and wet; trash thrown everywhere. The strange thing was there was no sound; no dogs, no bums nothing. Jack's partner Ray continued down the alley until he reached the dead end. He looked around and turned to Jack. The motherfuckers got away.
Ray put his gun in its holster and started to walk back to his partner. Now Ray was 5'10" and weighed maybe 210. The boy was fresh out of the academy and was ready to conquer the world. Fuck!! "Jack, we almost had them." As Ray approached, he noticed that Jack was staring at something in the distance. Jack motioned to Ray to be quiet, and Ray turned to see what Jack was looking at. They both quietly worked their way to a door left slightly opened. Before entering Ray looked up and saw that the door belonged to the old bakery center.
As the officers entered the building they were stunned as to the condition of the interior of the building. The floors were sparkling clean; the vast floors were clear of any obstructions. In the center of the room were two large V-shaped vats with rectangular constructs coming off them. Walls were clean of cobwebs and dust. The area looks as if the building was recently constructed. No one would have guessed that from the exterior of the building.
They slowly walked through the abandoned warehouse that looked more like a modern facility simply shut down for the night. Their footsteps echoed throughout the factory floor. Jack motioned to Ray to look towards the two large vats. There in the entrance to one of the rectangular chamber was a silhouette of a man entering.
Jack said to Ray, "Stay here, I'm going to check this out."
Ray by this time was completely freaked out and said, "All right, you have one minute, and then I'm coming in after you."
Jack stopped at the opening of the chamber and looked in. Using his flashlight, Jack checked out what was inside. The walls were lined with sensors and lights. When Jack entered the chamber, some of the sensors on the floor lit up. The first thing Jack noticed was a smell. It had a sweet musky odor.
As Jack continued down the hall he began to feel hot. He was sweating profusely but couldn't figure out why. The room was cool, and yet he felt like he was burning up. He pressed further while more sensors lit up. Jack felt like he had been walking forever when in fact he had just traveled a short distance to the door that led into the vat.
The odor was getting progressively stronger as he continued. Aside from feeling hot, Jack was beginning to feel a stirring in his pants. What the fuck, Jack? Concentrate on the business at hand. You're not going to get killed by some punk because you have a hard on. Jack reached the door and turned the knob.
Jack did not hear his partner yelling from the opening to get back. Ray had tried to get his partner attention since he saw a strange mist descend from the ceiling. The mist swirled around his partner and slowly landed on the floor. He tried to get backup on the radio, but all he got was static, and he had no gear with him to protect him from the gas. He stood there and watched his partner moving down the dark hallway. As Ray stood at the entrance and agonized whether or not to enter, he did not notice the figure behind him. The figure raised its arm and struck the back of Ray's head. Everything for Ray Luici went dark; he was out before he hit the floor.
Jack peered into the next room and was surprised that the round room looked so nice. The walls were shining stainless steel, and there was a bed in the center.
The bed was incredible. First, it was oversized it could hold four people with room to spare. Its four posts were solid stone columns, and there were long black straps hanging from each. The officer walked around the bed. As he admired the size of the bed, Jack ran his fingers along the black sheets and noticed they felt like they were made of rubber. He also felt a slight electrical tickle on his fingertips and figured the sheets were somehow electrified.
"Some kinky shit going on in here!" he said aloud.
"You have no idea," said a voice from the shadows.
Jack spun and drew his gun. "FREEZE! Come out where I can see you!"
From the shadows emerged a naked man. His hair was spiked blond that seemed to sparkle in the dim light. He had broad shoulders and a perfectly-defined chest. His lats tapered down to a slim waist. His thighs were sheer poetic symmetry.
The young man walked casually towards Jack. "Hello officer and welcome to my chamber. My name is Jacky."
Officer Cole felt another wave of heat hit him. One line of perspiration ran from his forehead down to his nose. He felt like every hair was standing up on his body.
He repeated to the man, "FREEZE!!"
Jacky by this time had made it to the bed and, like a big cat , hopped on it and stretched. The sheets seemed to recede to the lower half of the bed. Jacky lazily played with his nipple that was pierced with what looked like a black ring of rubber. His full lips glistened in the shadows as he spoke.
"Now now officer, is that any way to treat me. I haven't done anything wrong."
Officer Cole wiped his face from the sweat and demanded to know what this place was. Office Cole noticed for the first time just how beautiful this guy was. His dick started to grow. His heartrate was racing, and he started to say to himself:
Have to get out of here.
This faggot wants more than just talking.
I am not gay, why am I getting so hard and bothered with this guy.
Oh my God, look at that chest
Look at that cock.
Stop it!!
Turn around and run.
Get to the door.
Office Cole turned and started to sprint to the door. He reached the hatch he came through and grabbed the knob. Suddenly there was an electrical shock, and he was thrown backwards.
He landed a few feet away from the bed and slowly got on all fours and groaned aloud.
He now felt a new sensation. As he stared in total panic, a small lump had formed on his hand and traveled up his arm. As he stared at the lump moving under his skin, he felt a second one move in his neck. Officer Jack could feel the lumps start to move throughout his body. He started to scream. The pain of his skin temporarily separating from his tissue was blinding, but the lack of feeling after the lump moved scared him more. He felt like large spiders were biting and crawling all over his body.
Officer Jack grit his teeth and groaned. He grabbed his uniform jacket and pulled it off. He quickly pulled off his pants and threw them in a heap with the jacket. All he had on was the NYPD tee shirt and jock strap. He stared in disbelief at the grey lines forming intricate designs on his arms. He rose on his hunches and lifted his tee shirt. His chest was changing. He could see the slight pudgy belly recede. He felt his waist contract. For second he lost his breath as his abdomen trimmed down. Suddenly he screamed as he felt his bones crack and reform. He straightened himself only to double over in pain.
As quickly as it started the sensations stopped. Office Jack was on his back panting. As he tried desperately to calm himself down, he was hit the smell again, and only this time his dick went rock hard. Office Jack sat up, looked around and then adjusted his neck. He then re-noticed the man on the bed who had been quietly looking at the transformation.
Jacky had been on his stomach watching the show.
Officer Jack stood up and with simple ease he ripped off his tee shirt and jock and walked rigidly toward the man. With an expression of pain and lust, Officer Jack walked over to Jacky.
He looked at the perfect specimen on the bed and with total confusion on his face he reached over and pulled Jacky up. They were both eye level and for a split second there was flash in both their eyes. Suddenly Officer Jack smelled the odor again and realized it was that this guy producing it. As Officer Jack took in a deep breath, any reservations he might have had were gone. Office Jack jerked the man into a kiss. Their tongues darted in their mouths all the while Officer Jack savoring the taste of another man.
The man pulled back and said, "I have that effect on men. Once they get a whiff, they can't get enough."
The man smiled, and Officer Jack with a blank look re-engaged their mouths. Their hands rubbed all over their bodies. Sparks were flying wherever their hands touched. Jacky smiled and went for his nipple and nibbled. Officer Jack's eyes rolled up in his head, and he began to tremble with uncontrollable lust.
Officer Jack's hand trembled as his hand glided over the other man's skin. He really did not know how or why he felt what he felt but slowly his resolve was fading away. He found that he loved the texture a man's skin, the firmness of his muscles, the musky smell from under his arms, salty taste of his chest. He was lost in new sensations.
Jacky pulled him into the bed and he continued to explore, taste, and kiss. Somehow Officer Jack knew and slowly nudged Jacky over on to his stomach. Officer Jack lowered himself and smelled the ass and slowly started to lick. As he licked, he began to work up into a frenzy. He grabbed the man's ass, pulled apart the perfect cheeks and started to work the hole. He forced his tongue into the velvet lining of the other man's chute.
After a while Officer Jack stood up on his knees and looked at the muscular beauty under him. He knew it was time. He looked down at his pulsing cock and spit. The saliva was shimmering in his hand and cock. He moved his hips forward and touched the head of his cock to the pink chute. There was an electrical shock, and Office Jack smiled. The hole dilated, and he entered.
Officer Jack froze and in a monotone announced:
"Connection Made."
"Transmitting"
"Transmitting"
"Transmitting"
"Acknowledged!"
His eyes rolled up and then came back and focused on the beauty under him whose ass he started to pound and pound. In his mind Officer Jack mind exploded with images and instructions. Reorienting his loyalties to his Master whom he was to serve and protect now and forever. Officer Jack smiled and fucked like he never fucked before.
Jacky savored every moment. His whole function in life was now in this room: being fucked by each new conquest for his master. Once he wanted to bash a couple guys in a bar for being fags, and now he couldn't even remember ever being straight. His enhanced body was designed for fucking. His body produced pheromones to arouse a dead man.
Officer Jack arched back and orgasmed like never before. He growled with satisfaction and spanked Jacky's ass. He slowly pulled away and sat down on his hunches. Officer Jack looked down and stared in disbelief. His cock was now huge and his ball sac were the size of lemons. His cock has the girth of a beer can and hung at least 9" soft. As he played with his new tool and smiled, he did not notice that the black sheets on the bed had begun to move. The black straps on the columns began to twitch.
Suddenly the straps on the column shot out and wrapped around the officer's neck. As he tried to pry the straps away, a portion of the black sheets shot out and grabbed each of his wrists. Officer Jack struggled. He fought with all his might but as hard as he tried he could not break free from the black rubber sheets. By this time Jacky had turned and faced his playmate and smiled and said, "This is almost my favorite part." Jacky reached down and tugged at his nipple ring, which came loose. He took the ring and with it touched the black sheets. The ring became a solid round ball, and Jacky brought it up to Officer Jack's face.
"You see Officer, your conversion is not complete. You will understand in a few minutes."
Jacky closed his eyes and when he reopened them they were featureless black orbs. The straps around his neck tightened, and Officer Jack gasped for air. When he opened his mouth Jacky shoved the round rubber ball in his mouth. The ball liquefied as easily as it formed and traveled down his throat. The sheets began to crawl up his arms, and within seconds Officer Jack Cole was in a black cocoon. His face was a mask of pure terror that quickly relaxed and seemed to look like he was sleeping.
The black liquid rippled over his body. Once he was fully covered he fell over on the bed like a lifeless statue. Jacky leaned over and rubbed the ebony statue's face.
"Don't worry dear, in a few minutes you will be fine."
The black sheets shined and began to recede from the officer's body. They began to moved and travel toward the officer's face. It was being pulled into the man's mouth. Once the rubber was sucked into the man's mouth, he lay on the bed quietly. All the hair from neck down was gone. The office was left with a thick black collar and a cock ring, which made his impossibly huge cock stand out more.
One little piece of black strip was left in the bed. Jacky picked it up and brought it to his nipple and it re-pierced his nipple. It hung there like nothing happened.
***
Officer Ray lay on the ground. He had been pulled into the other chamber entryway and discarded like a broken doll. The thick mist that hung at ankle height enveloped him and ran over his body. Ray opened his eyes and felt the pain in the back of his head. He groaned out loud and rolled over on his back. Slowly he sat up and rubbed the back of his skull.
Damn that hurt. Who the fuck did that?
Ray suddenly realized that he was in one of the chambers and sprung to his feet. The sudden rush to stand made his head pound even more. He grabbed the back of his head again and looked around. He was in the middle of the rectangular chamber that connected to one of the old vats. He did not think it was the same as the one his partner went in, but he wasn't sure.
Casually, a smell hit his nose. Ray stopped moving for a second as his heart started to pound, and he suddenly felt anxious. He felt a tickle on his palms and rubbed them together to make it go away. His cock stirred in his pants, and he started to get confused. The smell hit him again, and he turned to the end of the chamber. Ray found it hard to think. Somehow the smell was making him really horny and anxious. It was like he was getting excited for no reason.
He took a tentative step toward the back of the chamber. Again the smell came, and his head started to spin. He started to walk towards the hatch at the back wall. The sensors were blinking and more mist fell from the ceiling. At this point, Ray did not feel the moist mist soak his uniform. He somehow knew he had to get to the source of the smell. He had to find out what it was.
He grabbed the latch and turned it slowly. He entered the next section slowly, his police training kicking into high gear. The smell hit him again, only this time it felt ten times stronger.
Ray groaned and ran his hand over his rock-hard bulge. He pulled his hand away and continued into the room. In the center of the room was a black leather tarp suspended by long black straps to four columns. It hung in the center of the columns like a big square hammock.
Ray walked up to the black cloth and touched it. His fingertips tingled. The sensation caused Ray to smile. The room itself had shiny steel walls. The curvature of the room ended at a grated floor where lights shining from underneath created patterns on the walls.
"Do you like it boy?!"
Ray spun and tried to see where the sound was coming from.
From the shadows, a man appeared. He was massive. His huge chest and shoulders were covered with thick grey lines. He walked straight to Ray who just stood there stunned. This was the most beautiful man he had ever seen, but it wasn't the physical perfection that stunned Ray into silence. It was that the man radiated authority.
Ray shook his head and yelled, "Freeze!"
Somehow the command did not sound right. Ray had been trained to command respect from people at the academy, but somehow this man intimidated him. The man came up to Ray and grabbed his gun and removed it from his hand. Ray just looked up at the man.
Again, the smell. Ray realized that the smell was coming from the amazing man. He stood there staring, when suddenly the man yelled at him.
"What are you fucking staring at, boy? Get your fucking clothes off! NOW!!!"
Ray started to fumble with his uniform jacket. Suddenly he realized what he was doing and said to himself, What the fuck? What I need to do is get the fuck out of here! Ray turned to bolt for the door.
The man then yelled, "FREEZE!"
His voice echoed in the chamber. The sound ricocheted in Ray brain, and he stopped mid-track. This time the man came up behind him and grabbed Ray in a bear hug. The intoxicating smell hit Ray full on. The man embraced Ray and pushed his face onto his chest.
Ray took in a deep breath, and as the smell entered his system he again felt the excitement and fear build, but he did not fight it. Instead, he slowly pressed his lips to the man's pecs. Then he slightly licked the skin. When Rays saliva and the man's sweat mingled, Rays closed his eyes and began to lick and nibble and rub his face all over the man's chest.
The man by this time had stopped holding and allowed the officer to explore further.
The man then said again, "Get your fucking clothes off!"
Ray moaned and started to fumble with his uniform. Within seconds the uniform was in a heap on the floor. He stood naked in front of the man. Consumed in lust, his cock leaked pre-cum.
The man yelled again, "Attention!"
Ray sprang to attention. The man walked around the police officer. He ran his finger around the young man. Ray moaned quietly. The man's hard cock rubbed around the naked officer. He smeared the sparkling pre-cum around the officer's ass crack.
The man came back into Ray sight and said, "Let me introduce myself. My name is Bobby. I am here to train you in being the best that you can be. When I am done with you, you will understand your role and function."
The man grabbed Officer Ray and like a rag doll picked him up and threw him into the hammock. The hammock stretched to catch the police officer as he landed. The moment he landed in the hammock, the material stretched around him and for a brief second formed into a sack. Ray felt like he was in a womb. When the material sprung back, he was on his back with his legs off the edge. Ray stretched and felt the fabric on his back and loved the feeling. Suddenly he was aware that the man was between his legs. He looked down and gasped. The man's cock was huge. His balls were the size of lemons and hung deliciously down. Ray's cock got even harder at looking at this amazing cock head.
The man said, "Now boy, you are going to take me to the hilt and enjoy every bit of this great cock."
Ray started to struggle and tried to pull away, but the fabric, instead of caressing him, seemed to stick to his skin, and he could not escape from the Bobby.
Through the fear Ray cleared his head and screamed,"Get the fuck away from you freak!"
Bobby smiled, and his eyes began to glow. Ray started feel like million spiders were crawling all over him. As he tried to move his arms and legs, he realized that they were stuck to the black material. He felt like a fly in a spider's web. As these sensations began to travel throughout his body, Ray noticed that thin grey lines were forming on his skin. These lines traveled up his arms and around his chest. Ray could actually feel the lines running around his body. They seemed to be traveling to his ass. Ray felt like his ass and dick were on fire, and he screamed.
Bobby just smiled as Ray legs involuntarily lifted up and rested on his shoulders. Ray trashed around screaming, "NO NO NO!!!!!"
Bobby stroked his heavy cock and placed the tip on Ray's pucker. The grey lines were almost there and Bobby watched with anticipation. When Ray pucker's turned from a bright to a pale grayish pink, it opened. It was the signal, and Bobby pushed in.
Everything went white for Ray. He had no pain and no sensation. He simply floated in a limbo. As he opened his eyes in this shapeless world, he saw a figure floating toward him. It was the man called Bobby, and Ray reached out to him. Their hands touched, and they pulled each other into an embrace. There was no reservation nor hesitation from Ray. Their lips met, and they kissed. As they kissed, Ray became aware that his body began to change. His muscles began to grow, bones cracked and repaired themselves. In the background he could hear himself say in the real world:
"Connection Made."
"Transmitting."
"Transmitting."
"Transmitting."
"Acknowledged!"
In the dream world of his mind, his waist compressed, and his legs became stronger. They continued to kiss while intricate lines like tattoos formed throughout Ray's body. Finally, they separated, and Ray mouthed the words 'thank you', and the other man faded.
Suddenly Ray was aware of his surroundings and smiled as he looked at Bobby pounding his ass. He said out loud, "Give it to me baby, make me yours!"
With that Bobby arched his back and roared. He came and came and came. It seemed like it would not end. He filled Ray's ass, and Ray loved it. He could feel the delicious sensation of Bobby's cum crawling up and joining with him.
Bobby stepped back and fabric stretched in the middle causing Ray to sink into it, and the edges came up. When it was finished, Ray was in a black sack that squirmed and moved, and Ray stretched and savored every moment.
Bobby smiled and watched as the bulge of the sack separated, and Ray stepped out of the sack with featureless eyes and a smile. He walked over and knelt before his superior. "How may I serve you, Master?"
Bobby said, "Your conversion is complete. Leave the vat and find your partner."
Ray turned and climbed the ladder at the other end of the room and exited the vat without another word. As Ray climbed down outside of the vat he saw his partner standing in a circle of light. He walked over to him and knelt down. "Master."
Officer Jack's featureless eyes looked down at his personal slave and smiled. He put his hand under Ray's chin and lifted him up, and they kissed. As they kissed and caressed each other, Officer Jack gently turned Ray around and bent him over. Ray eagerly turned and presented his ass to his master. Office Jack inserted himself into Ray's ass, and they froze.
"Connection Made."
"Transmitting."
"Transmitting."
"Transmitting."
"Acknowledged!"
They droned in unison. Ray's eyes changed completely featureless, and he smiled as Officer Jack pounded his ass. They both came in unison and were forever connected.
When they were finished they stood up and looked at each other. From the shadows two figures approached. The figures were scrawny and were covered from head to toe in the same black material that the two officers were introduced to earlier.
They each held up each of the officers' uniforms while they knelt on ground. It was Ray who noticed that these drones were the suspects they were chasing.
A flash of knowledge entered Ray's mind. The two thugs had broken into the old bakery center to hide. While they were in there they came across one of the recent converts who emerged from the chamber and shot him out of panic. They walked up to the man on the ground and laughed out loud when they realized he was naked. The one said to the other, "Yo dude, youze shot a fuckin' faggot!"
While they laughed out loud and looked around they did not notice the black liquid flowing out of the young chest and formed a puddle at their feet. When a sufficient amount had accumulated, the liquid spiraled and flared up and swallowed both of them whole. The young man then stood up and proceeded to his assignment.
Now these two thugs were frozen in a black shifting tornado. Then as quickly as it surrounded them, it fell away. The two were now two ebony statues. They were assimilated without the pleasure of conversion. Their sole function was to serve that which engulfed them. Slowly they would be consumed by the black liquid until there was nothing left but bones. Their minds had been wiped clean, and they now stood humbly awaiting orders before the two officers.
Ray and Jack got dressed and proceeded to go outside and back to the patrol car. Officer Jack radioed in and said that the suspects had gotten away. Ray got in the passenger side. They looked at each other, their featureless eyes shimmering and then looked forward. The patrol car was off back to the precinct.