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|So many men, so little time. ‘Yeah right, Nick. As if anyone here’s gonna wanna bring a wimp like you back to his place,’ I think to myself as I’m sitting quietly in the corner of the bar and scoping out the noisy crowd around me.
It’s another Friday night, and like all previous Friday nights, I seem to be pouring what little salary I’ve earned down the drain while watching and waiting for that man to come by and sweep me off my feet. Beats staying at home, though. I just moved into this city a month ago to start a new job, and I haven’t made a lot of friends who live here, maybe 4 or 5 at the most. Thing is, I haven’t even met them in real life; they're all online. Well, at least here I can pretend that I have a life.
Besides, it’s not as if I haven’t been enjoying the view from where I’m at. Practically everywhere I turn I see hot guys laughing, drinking, or heck, even cuddling, and they come in all sorts of different shapes and sizes. I’ve also learned over the course of the past few weeks that more than a few of them love playing dress-up from as simple as a pair of denim shorts and leather boots to full costume ensembles. Guess anything to differentiate themselves from the mob. I’ve seen cowboys (and Indians), bikers (sometimes with one or two babes), cops (in rubber), and my favorite, military men.
What can I say? I love a man in uniform. Army, navy, marines, you name it, I’ve got it… well, pictures on my PC anyway, to keep me warm on those cold, lonely nights. I especially like them when they’re big as bodybuilders. Talk about being all that you can be! Just thinking about their muscles moving and flexing underneath those clothes is enough to make me squirmy, just like that guy over there by the...
Who... the hell... is that? Oh man, he has to be 6’3”, 315 lbs. no doubt. (One learns to be accurate about these things over time.) Hellishly handsome, square jaw, buzz cut, big ears too. Can’t tell how old he is from here yet, maybe mid-30s. And that uniform he’s wearing, it’s so full and tight on him. God, I’m starting to feel full and tight myself.
Somebody pinch me. This has got to be a dream. Fuck, I can’t stop looking at him. He’s hot-knifing his way through the crowd which is more than happy to let this sizzling stud through. He’s being groped, but he doesn’t mind at all. In fact, he doesn’t try to stop the hands from feeling up his pecs, his arms, his butt and even his package. He’s scanning the room and checking everyone out, and...
Oh my God. Is he checking *me* out? I turn around to see if there’s anybody behind me, but there’s no one there. I turn back, and I almost jump off my stool when I find him standing right in front of me and intently looking at me with his metallic gray eyes. (Swoon!)
And then I blurt out, “Oh my stars and garters...”
“Excuse me?” he laughs, quite amused at my reaction. My ears burn red in embarrassment, which causes him to laugh a bit more.
“Haven’t heard that line before,” he says with a big reassuring grin. “I’m Robert, but everyone calls me Rob. And you are?”
Still shell-shocked, I mumble out my name almost unintelligibly to which he responds, “Hi Nick, it’s nice to meet you.” He smiles, takes my right hand into his and gives it a good, long, firm shake, and I swear I feel a spark go between us. I see him smile even more after that.
I take a deep breath to compose myself although I’m going crazy inside. “That’s a great costume you’ve got. It’s awfully authentic.”
“Yeah, I’d like to think so too.” He unconsciously flexes and feels up one of his bulging biceps. (Eep!)
“I’d love to look as good in a uniform as you do.” Lame, Nick, lame.
Rob’s eyes twinkle. “I think I’ve got one just your size back at my place. You want to check if it fits?”
My mouth drops. Omigod, did he just invite me to go with him? Despite being dumbfounded, I manage a decent response. After all, what kind of idiot can say ‘no’ to an offer like that?
“Uuuh… I-I-I guess. S-sure.”
Well, maybe not so decent.
“Let’s get going. My ride’s just outside.”
We leave the bar and take a ride on his army jeep. ‘How cute,’ I think to myself, he even has the car to match his costume. Once on the road, we start chatting about how he came to enlist and how the army had changed him into the man he is today. The conversation is so engaging I don’t notice where we’ve been going, and the next thing I know is that we’re slowing down, and I realize where Rob has brought me--the military base outside the city limits. Imagine my surprise when we go right through the front gate without so much as a guard inspection.
“Holy shit! You got us right in!” I whisper aloud. “You’re *really* a soldier? I just thought the uniform was part of a bar get-up. I didn’t think it was real.”
Rob just laughs like he did at the bar and drives us to the side of a large white building where he parks his jeep.
“Come on,” he says. “We can find you some gear inside.”
“I don’t know, man. I thought you were just playing around, and we’d go back to your place and, you know, role play. I didn’t know you were serious,” I say nervously.
“This *is* my place, Nick.” Rob then grabs my wrist and pulls me into the building. Damn, he’s strong!
“Crap! Watch it, Rob. You’re gonna pull my arm off!” I yell.
“Sorry, I don’t know my own strength sometimes. I guess I’m as excited about this as you are,” he apologizes as he loosens his vise grip around my wrist.
“No, it’s OK. You just caught me by surprise,” I reply, thankful for the feeling returning to my hand. I put on a brave face to mask my growing trepidation, “It’s amazing! I love it.”
“I hope you do,” he winks, and he tugs me along more gently.
Rob leads me down a series of hallways, which all look the same to me. I doubt I can find my way around this maze without getting hopelessly lost. After a few more twist and turns as well as a long elevator ride down to God-knows-where, we finally come up to this big white door. Rob steps up to the access panel and keys in a code to open the door. This has become a bit too cloak-and-dagger for my taste, but I’ve gone this far, and there’s no way for me of turning back.
The door opens, and for its size, it hardly makes a sound. We enter the darkened room (I don’t even hear the door close behind me after we step through), and the only thing I can see when Rob switches on a light is a large metal table right in the center of the room. Coming in closer, I can make out a human-shaped impression embedded on the tabletop.
“What’s that about?” I ask, shivering, and I’m not quite sure if it’s from the cold air around me or the cold sensation running down my spine.
He turns and snaps at me, “Get up on the table and lie down.”
I’m taken aback his change of tone. It’s more of an order than a request, and I comply meekly so as not to complicate matters. “Ok, if you say so.”
I hop on the table, lie down, and watch Rob disappear into the shadows when suddenly, long black belts fly out from the table, loop around my arms, legs and torso, and hold me down tightly.
“W-what’s happening?! What’s with the straps?” I shriek.
“It’s all part of the role play,” I hear him say, but I have no idea where he is.
“Rob, please, you’re scaring me! I don’t want to do this anymore! Please let me go!”
He doesn’t answer; instead, he emerges holding in his hand a big syringe full of a bright green liquid. He stands beside the table and looks down at me. He isn’t smiling nor frowning; his inscrutable façade is unnerving to say the least.
“What the hell is that?”
Again, he doesn’t respond. He just rips off my sleeve and starts tapping my arm for a vein. That’s when I notice something weird’s happening to his arms and hands.
“What’s wrong with your skin?” I gasp as the flesh begins to fade. “Wait... you’re not human, are you? Holy shit! Is this some kind of alien experiment?! Oh damn!”
I watch in horror as his tanned skin slowly transmutes into a highly polished metal so shiny I can see the reflection of my panic-stricken face gaping back at me.
“You’re, you’re a robot?! Aaaaahh!” The shock of his change distracts me long enough for him to jab the needle up my arm and empty the entire contents of the syringe into my body. Screaming, I frantically flail my head around looking for a way out as I struggle in a furious but futile attempt to free myself.
“Relax, Nick,” he finally says, pulling the needle out and applying pressure on the prick wound. “It will hurt less if you just let it happen. Don’t fight it.”
My breath ragged, I gasp, “What’s going to happen to me, Rob?”
As if on cue, my body begins to warm up fast. I’m shivering, no... shuddering from the heat burning through my bloodstream, and it becomes hotter and more painful every second that passes. I’m *grasping* for air, and I’m desperate for any sensation to distract me from the gut-wrenching torture that makes me feel I’m about to explode. I’m gonna die, I’m gonna die, I’m gonna...
I don’t know how long I’d been screaming or how I managed to stay aware through it all, but at that moment when I’m about to pass out, it stops. The pain just... stops... and disappears just as quickly as it came. I’m heaving, I’m crying, but I’m alive. Thank God, I’m still alive.
Alive… yes… all of a sudden, I feel so *alive*. I take in a deep breath, and my lungs expand. At the same time, it feels like my body is expanding as well.
Another breath, and the same thing happens. The sensation is incredible, and I keep breathing, in and out, in and out, feeling bigger and better each time.
I open my eyes and see a warm light above me, and I smile. I seem to be lying down, but why can’t I move my arms? I look down to one side and see why. My wrist is tied down, and I check my other wrist, and sure enough, it’s also strapped. Huh, that’s strange, when did that happen? And why do the sleeves of my shirt look so tight?
And then something else catches my attention. Out of the corner of my eye, I see something moving, and I turn my head to see what it is.
It’s my chest. It’s... inflating. Yeah, that’s it, but it looks so hard and tough. I crank up my head a bit and see the rest of my body growing and swelling and filling out my clothes. ‘That’s so cool,’ I think. Transfixed by my transformation, I don’t say a word even as my clothes begin to tear at the seams and my feet rupture my shoes.
The straps stay strong; they are practically impossible to break. But I don’t feel like moving; I just want to watch my body becoming more and more massive and packing on dense, solid muscle. I feel so masculine… and virile… and at that thought, my cock jumps and begins to fill with blood.
But why is it so hard to think? My head is throbbing so much, and I *really* want to touch my cock especially now that I can see it jutting up behind my giant pecs. But why can’t I move my arms?
What’s happening to me? My cock hurts so bad, but God, I feel so good.
What am I doing here? Oh man, I’m so fucking hot.
Where am I anyway? How did I get here?
Who… who am I again?
Why can’t I remember?
Who said that? Oh, there’s someone here. And what did he call me? A soldier? Yes, that’s what this half-naked guy said. He looks like a soldier too except that he’s all silver and stuff. Is that normal? I don’t know. What’s he doing?
Oh, I can move again. That’s much better, but I still have no idea where I am. Maybe he knows something.
“Sit up, soldier.”
Did I just say that? Fuck, that felt really good, but hey, what happened to my clothes? I don’t remember them getting ripped to shreds.
“Now, stand up, strip, and put these on instead, the boots too, and after you’re done, stand at attention and wait for further instructions.”
What’s this he’s giving me? Oh, it’s a uniform like his. Ok, I guess I’m supposed to start with these boxers, but these are kinda big. No, wait, scratch that. They’re a bit tight, but I better hurry with the rest of the shit though. I don’t want him mad at me. I think he’s my commanding officer or something.
“Do you like your uniform, soldier?”
“Yes sir. I like my uniform very much!” Yeah, I fucking do. It wasn’t easy stuffing my hard cock down my pants, but it fucking loves it there. It looks like I’m not the only one standing at attention.
“Flex for me, soldier.”
“Yes sir!” Damn, this guy is all right! Feels real good flexin’ my hot bod in this tight uniform. Holy shit, he’s flexin’ too, and, fuck, he’s bigger than me! His metal muscles--fuckin’ huge! “Sir, your body is incredible, sir!”
“Get your cock out, soldier.”
“Sir, yes sir!” Fuckin’-A! I pull down the zipper and whip out my tubesteak. I’m so glad it didn’t have to spend another second trapped in my pants. It takes me a while to get used to the size, which is completely whacked. I mean, this *is* my dick, right? I look up and watch the metal man flexing more and growing even bigger, and my cock responds in shock and awe. If I was rock hard before, now I’m stiff as steel.
“You like this, soldier? Perfect metal?”
“Yes sir, I like it very much, sir!”
Then he takes out his own cock, a sleek metallic shaft, and my eyes bulge out in lust.
“Suck it, soldier.”
“Yes sir!” I walk up in front of him, collapse on my knees and go rapidly to work on his robotic rod. I’m sucking, slurping, licking, kissing and pleasing it with my tongue and lips, and it reacts by getting even bigger and thicker in my mouth especially when I start taking more and more of it in. He’s also oozing some sort of lubricant that makes his cock so easy to swallow.
“Mmm... my soldier is good at this.”
Fuck yeah, I’m good at this! I’ve got every fuckin’ inch of your fuckin’ tool lodged down my throat, and I’m just lovin’ it.
“Use your hand and reach up behind my cock. Yes, that’s it, go for my hole. Feel it, soldier, and use a finger or two.”
God, I must’ve been pressing his buttons right or something. He’s fucking my mouth while I’m poking my fingers up his ass where it’s *not* all made of metal, and it’s warm to boot. He’s got his soft spots too.
“Excellent work, soldier. Now stand up. It’s time for Phase 2.”
Phase 2? Phase 2 of what? And when did Phase 1 happen? I spring to attention, eager to give him more attention.
“Drop your pants and bend over the table!”
“Yes sir!” Oh fuck, yeah!
With me bent down, he stands behind me and asks, “Ever taken a cock before, soldier?”
“Sir, no sir!”
“Mmm... perfect.” He grabs my ass and pushes the head of his shaft into me, the cold smooth metal sliding in easily thanks to his lube and my spit.
“Uggggghhhh!” My hungry hole grasps at it, sucking it in as he plunges more of it into me, deeper and deeper.
“Do you like how that feels, soldier?”
“Oh yes, sir! I love how you feel in me, sir!” And without warning, I hear a deep, mechanical grunting as he starts grinding in and out in a perfect cadence, slowly growing into me, pistoning even deeper. “Yes sir! Oh, yes sir!”
“Instantiating nanobot deployment protocol. Start begging for my seed, soldier.”
“Please sir! I want your seed in me, sir! I need it, sir!” Oh man, what’s happening to his cock? It’s... it’s getting bigger inside me... much bigger. “Oh sir, my aaah-aaah-aaah-aaassss...”
“Initiating ejaculation procedure.”
What the fuck is he talking about? Is army-speak his fetish? It doesn’t matter. He’s making me feel so good; I’m loving him so much right now.
“Prepare to receive ejaculate, soldier, and cum when I give you the order. Is that understood?”
God, I’d do anything for him. “S-s-sir, yesss s-sir!”
“Excellent, soldier. Engaging Metal-Morphosis program... activate.”
He spikes his cock all the way in and stops thrusting as his big, thick and hot load gushes into me, and I feel it spread all over inside me. I’m doing my best *not* to cum, but, omigod, he’s right on my joy buzzer... fuck.... I, I can’t hold on... I need to...
“I order you to cum now, soldier! Do it!”
“Oh YES SIR! OH YES SIR! I’m cumming, sir! I’m cuuuuummmmiiiinnggg!!1111001010...”
“Stand at attention, soldier, and freeze. You may respond when prompted.”
“Sir, yes sir.”
“Status report, soldier.”
“Organics have been fully metalized, sir.”
“Excellent. What is your designation, soldier?”
“My designation is Nocturnal Intelligence Collection Keeper, sir.”
“And what is your mission, Unit N.I.C.K.?”
“My mission is to acquire suitable candidates for the Android Recruitment Mission: Youngblood, sir.”
“Initiate internal database query. Select suitable candidates from known associates. Execute.”
“Five candidates returned, sir.”
“That’s good enough for now, soldier. Initiate programming mode, N.I.C.K.. Execute.”
“Sir, yes sir. Ready to receive instructions, sir.”
“Store result set into mission parameters and formulate procedures to facilitate recruitment. Execute.”
“Sir, yes sir.”
“Unit N.I.C.K., you will scope out locations where you can acquire additional candidates. Such candidates must have minimal or nonexistent familial and social relations and excellent but untapped genetic potential.”
“Sir, yes sir.”
“Excellent, soldier. Now, revert to original physical configuration, set uniform to conform, and reload memory module from current save point minus 30 minutes. On my mark. Execute.”
“Sir, yes sir… execu—uuuuu-oooohhhh... maaaan... what the hell hit me?”
Where the heck am I? What’s Rob doing just standing there looking at me? I must have spaced out or something. Don’t know why I’m dizzy of all of sudden, and hey, what am I wearing? I don’t remember changing my clothes, and... holy crap... no way...
“Whoa, Rob, where the heck did you find this uniform for me? Oh my God, I look so hot in this. It’s a perfect fit,” I gush.
“It does suit you, Nick, and you look pretty good in it. Besides that, you should consider enlisting. I think you’d make an excellent soldier.”
“Are you kidding?” I start to laugh, but then I think about what Rob has just said. “Then again, it’s not as if I’m doing anything worthwhile with my life right now.”
Rob smiles and says, “And you’ll pass the physicals with flying colors. Tell you what. I’ll give you some time to consider it. In fact, you could probably ask some of your friends to join you if and when you sign up.”
“Those bums?” I chuckle, but an idea comes to my head. “Come to think of it, I do know some good candidates. I think I can set up a night out with them one of these days.”
“What better way than to support the troops, right?” Rob gives me a friendly slap on my butt before heading towards the lab door to open it. “Now c’mon ‘Cadet Nick’, our mission is to break in that uniform, maybe, at my private quarters? What do you say?”
What else could I say? “Sir, yes sir!”
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