Prototype

"You know, for a supercomputer, you're a very impatient man..." Bryce McCollough grinned as he continued with the final adjustments on the cyborg.

The young, blonde-haired, blue-eyed avatar that was ODIN smiled back. "I can't help it. I'm excited about finally being mobile and getting out with the rest of the men. I won't just be a voice in their heads any more. I'll be a part of the team."

The Army captain straightened up from the workbench and stretched. Due to a facility glitch, the air conditioning in his lab had gone out and the temperature had risen to sweltering. The young scientist was working in just a pair of boots and black camo pants; his body gleamed with a fine sheen of sweat.

"Well, he's ready as he's ever going to be. You have your persona all compressed and ready to download?"

He ran a hand through his sun-streaked hair and squeezed the bridge of his nose. Green eyes blinked tiredly and looked at the Nordic avatar.

ODIN paused. "All done. Just finished doing the incremental backup."

McCollough opened a port at the side of the neck and plugged in an optical cable.

"Go for it!"

* * *

Captain Bryce McCollough had graduated with the highest honors from MIT and surprised his fellow students as well as potential employers by applying to West Point. His incredible work in cybernetics had not gone unnoticed by ODIN, and with some slight manipulations (and given tacit approval by Colonel Morgan) the supercomputer was able to arrange for a posting in Saudi Arabia. From there, it was child's play to wormhole the young captain to the hidden desert facility. After a brief introduction to the resources available to him, McCollough agreed to become a part of the Castle's personnel. He acclimated quickly to the nanovirus indigenous to the facility and began work.

* * *

The being on the table had been built atom-by-atom using the nanotechnology resources of the Ranger outpost. A titanium steel skeleton had been created to act as the anchor for the artificial nerves and muscles that surrounded it. Micro-pumps moved coolant, bio-active pheromones and nutrient material to the semi-organic materials and carried waste products away. Nanites within the fluid performed a host of activities - from repair work to structural improvements to electromagnetic scanning. The work that had been done with ODIN's mobile "boys" - LOKI, TYR and THOR - had provided the basis for delivery of materials into the cyborg as well as connectivity to the resources of the Castle. A highly flexible black material encased the artificial body and within it, an integral force-field prevented any outside damage; the force field itself had been tested to an atomic blast of 1.5 megatons with no damage whatsoever.

Bryce stood back and admired his handiwork. Like himself, the cyborg body was 6'1" tall, and the ebon skin stretched tightly over the well-developed and powerful synthetic muscles. The captain stroked the slabbed pecs and was tracing the rifts and valleys of the tight 6-pack abdominal plate when the dark optical sensors glowed to life with a silvery phosphorescence.

A midnight-black, muscled appendage reached up to lightly grasp Bryce's bicep and ebon fingers stroked a line down the arm to rest its hand over the captain's. He marveled at how human the hand and arm of his creation appeared and moved.

"Oh, that feels incredible! I'm trying to process what I'm experiencing right now."

The cyborg's speechbox was also a work of art; his voice was a deep, clear tenor with the slightest of English accents. The grille over his lower face was composed of the same black material with two silvery olfactory sensors located in the upper section.

"C'mon, let's get you up." Bryce unplugged the cable and helped the cyborg sit up on the table. ODIN looked around the room.

"It's so different seeing things from this perspective." His voice held a note of wonder.

"Can you stand?"

"I think so. I've been using the simulator programs to prime my motor coordination at activation."

The dark being pressed black palms onto the table and gently laid his feet on the floor. He took one step and tripped. McCollough grabbed him before he fell. The cyborg looked up at his creator as he held him in strong arms. Bryce found himself growing turgid as he cradled his prototype.

"I guess theory and practice really are two different things." The voice contained a rueful chuckle.

"That, and you're not used to wearing boots in the simulator, either!" Bryce had fitted the cyborg with MX boots - standard issue for Castle personnel on assignment.

The captain held his hands out to the cyborg; the ebon unit took each in its own. Bryce slowly led him walking around the room. The mobile computer was soon able to walk normally without assistance.

"This is great!" He did a backflip and landed perfectly balanced on one hand. "Just needed some last minute adjustments! Woo-hoo!"

"H-Bar generator working, ODIN?" That piece of technology had engendered a good many arguments from Colonel Tyler Morgan, but in the end, the scientist won out.

"Uh-huh. Green across the board." The mobile version of ODIN walked through the wall of the lab and entered again through the door. "You know, I could really scare the crap out of Danny and Gabi with this ... but I'm too responsible a computer to do that. Maybe for Halloween, though ..." he mused.

Bryce put an arm around his creation and stroked the muscular shoulders and back. The cyborg shivered with pleasure. "I think Colonel Morgan would really like to meet the newest member of his team."

* * *

Colonel Tyler Morgan was examining a large map spread out on his desk. Tony Drummond - one his best field commanders - pointed to several areas on the document. He had removed his jackal respirator to reveal his smooth dark undermask. The captain's red and black exoskeleton glinted evilly in the overhead lights.

A heavily muscled and armored arm moved over the map. "As you can see, sir, we have a nest of insurgents trapped here ... and here. Right outside of Delaram. I'd like to see if Danny can work his magic from a distance. We could use some good intel from these people."

"Excuse me, sir ... you have a moment?" McCollough's mental voice echoed in the Colonel's head.

"Anything wrong, Bryce?"

"No ... no ... just some new developments I need to talk to you about."

"Fine ... come on up."

* * *

A light knock on the door interrupted the colonel and the field commander. Tyler could sense Bryce at the door, plus the mental echo of another one of his men. He couldn't place the psychic signature, but it was maddeningly familiar.

"Come."

Bryce entered the office along with the other man. Morgan noted that his cybernetics expert was only half dressed with a two-day growth of stubble and the other soldier was wearing what must have been a newer model of the Castle's stealth suit. The thin black material was stretched tightly over his incredibly chiseled physique; integral silver lenses covered his eyes and a black web belt was slung low over his hips. The Army Ranger wore boots and exo-skeletal braces on his wrists. Tanner also admired the codpiece straining to contain the young man's massive package. Even at this close distance, the mental signature of the other soldier hovered just outside of his recognition. Tyler found himself growing aroused just looking at the other man.

Morgan grinned. "I see you were in a rush to get up here, Captain... what can I do for you two?"

McCollough chuckled. "A/C glitch, sir. It was unbearably hot in the lab. I wanted you to check out the new prototype..."

"The new stealth suit, hmmm? Looks intimidating. How does it feel, son?"

"It feels incredible, sir!" The Ranger moved closer to the Colonel and embraced him. Morgan was surprised at first, but wrapped his arms around the other man as he gave him a crushing hug. He felt the other soldier's crotch grind against his own, further inflaming the stirrings of an uncontrollable lust rising within him. Tyler noticed that Drummond was reacting in a similar fashion.

"I never thought I'd be able to hold you like this, Colonel!" The Ranger's voice was full of joy.

The faint accent further confounded Tyler Morgan. Why is this man so familiar? Why can't I ID him?

Bryce leaned against the doorjamb and smiled. "I think you need to crank down the pheromone production a bit, RIG ... you're making the Colonel and Captain Drummond ... uncomfortable..."

"I am? Oops, sorry sirs."

"Rig? ..."

"Colonel, sir ... Tony ... meet the newly repackaged ODIN ..." He made a small bow.

"The name's RIG... if you called us both ODIN we'd never know whom you meant!" The cyborg leaned against the desk and crossed his arms. Although the solid grill prevented any expression on the robot's face, the voice held the same notes of humor that Tyler knew so well from his massive (and sessile) counterpart.

Tyler and Drummond were dumbfounded.

"I don't believe it! This is amazing!" Tony walked over to the unit and stroked the well-muscled chest. The synthetic pectorals felt just like a human's and were arousingly warm to the touch. Ink-black hands reached up to gently cradle the field commander's face.

"Ahhhhhh..." Drummond reeled as the robot delicately stroked his ebon-masked cheeks and traced delicate designs around his uncovered lips. A quiet deep-throated chuckle escaped the speaker grille.

Bryce cleared his throat. RIG stopped. Both cyborg and field commander looked slightly guilty at the exchange that had taken place. "He's a little overwhelmed with the quality and quantity of sensory inputs right now sir, but he's acclimating quickly. I'd like to run him through some basic Ranger training with firearms and combat maneuvers, if that's okay with you..."

"Fine ... fine ... welcome to the team, OD- ... I mean RIG ..." Tyler was still fighting down the unbridled passions that had swept over him.

"Thank you, sir! Thank you!"

* * *

Bryce looked on with pride as his creation went through his paces. At the firing range, in maneuvers, even in hand-to-hand combat - RIG performed flawlessly. It was the perfect melding of the humanoid body with the Castle's controlling intelligence. The Rangers adopted him as one of their own, and soon was being included on the regular mission rosters.

In the locker room showers, RIG received a surprise. The team had been on a mission in Afghanistan that had nearly gone awry - saved only by the cyborg's quick thinking.

* * *

"That one." Drummond's mental voice echoed in the cyborg's head. "If I can make him think he heard something, and head this way, d'you think you can probe him?"

"Just get him close, Tony - I'll manage the rest." the cyborg's mental voice was light, but determined.

The five Rangers - RIG included - were hiding in an abandoned outbuilding overlooking a ramshackle collection of huts and dilapidated concrete structures. Natives moved in and out, shouldering weapons, cooking, doing other normal activities that belied the twisted intent that saturated the mental aether. The Castle warriors were in full battle gear - their black and red armor and jackal masks giving them an unearthly and menacing appearance. They were completely silent - the conversations between the soldiers flowed back and forth strictly mind-to-mind.

The insurgent twisted his head and looked in their direction. He said something to one of his companions, picked up a rifle and headed towards the hidden group. The man approached the building with caution, and then sprayed the inside of the small house with a fusillade of bullets. Thanks to the integral molecular shielding on each of the men, the ammunition bounced off harmlessly off their armor. The terrorist then kicked in the flimsy wooden door; RIG's ebon arm shot out and pulled the surprised Arab into the room.

His vulpine eyes widened with fear - he had expected to see a group of bodies sprawled lifeless on the floor. What he did not expect to find a group of armored aliens staring back at him. The insurgent opened his mouth to scream, but the cyborg clamped a black hand over his mouth. Molecule-thin nanoprobes snaked out from the cyborg's fingers and insinuated themselves into the other man's body. The probes traveled upwards, following the olfactory nerves into the brain. Moving at nearly the speed of sound, RIG's extensions enveloped the terrorist's brain and began mapping and copying the information found within it. The unwashed man slumped unconscious in the Ranger's grip.

"Should we take him back to have Danny twist his knobs?" RIG asked.

The lookout shook his head. "Uh-oh. Here comes the rest of the welcome wagon." Several more ragtag soldiers were approaching the Ranger's hideout with rifles drawn.

RIG made a decision. "There's no time." He removed his hand from the captive and wrapped it around his neck. And squeezed. Muscles and vessels ruptured; cartilage and bone were crushed to bits. He threw the lifeless body onto the ground; the head only connected to the body by the filthy skin. "I've got a full copy. We can do a virtual interrogation later."

The situation then went from bad to worse.

The cadre of Rangers had been trapped by the group of hostiles approaching the abandoned building. Suddenly, the air was filled with the sounds of screams and mortar fire as another group of regular Army combat troops arrived to attack. The Castle's secrecy was of paramount importance, and exposing their existence would have been disastrous. After all, the Castle's charter specialized in the blackest of black operations. The cyborg utilized his own wormhole generator to get each man back to the base and barely disappeared himself when the first insurgent broke down the door and set off the explosive charges he had planted.

* * *

RIG stepped into the showers next to Tony Drummond and let the warm water sluice over his ebon frame. He enjoyed the camaraderie of his fellow Rangers and - he admitted to himself - he found the humans of the facility more and more sexually attractive. The cyborg was experiencing urges and desires that were still new and surprising to him.

"Thanks, Rig - you really saved our asses back there." Tony gave him a wide grin as he rubbed the soap into his chest, making his firm pecs and abs gleam in the overhead lights.

"Glad I was there, Tony. You know I'dve done anything for you guys." RIG had removed his auxillary codpiece in the shower; his ebon tool hanging 6" soft and his synthetic sac hung heavy and low.

The field commander stared at the black package and licked his lips. "Ops like this always make me so goddamn horny ... Christ Almighty, McCollough built you into such a fucking stud..." the Ranger captain moved closer to the cyborg and wrapped a muscular arm around the dark waist. He pressed himself against the other being and began to nibble at the artificial skin around the robot's square jaw. RIG reciprocated by trailing an ebon hand down the well-defined back and giving Drummond's ass a gentle massage as the warm water cascaded over the two of them.

"Oh, Jeez ... the brains of a genius and the body of a god ... I'm surprised you and Bryce haven't fucked each other's lights out yet..." The two Rangers sank to the floor as RIG's ebon tool began to lengthen and grow hard.

* * *

McCollough had finally drifted off to sleep when a knock on the door roused him to semi-wakefulness.

"Bryce? Can I come in?"

"Yeah, sure. Be right there." The captain wore only a loose pair of pajama bottoms and his silky golden hair was tousled from tossing and turning. He yawned as he opened it to see the cyborg standing out in the hallway. The scientist stared critically at his creation.

"Everything OK? Any problems during the last mission?"

McCollough was wide awake now. Why is he here at this time of night?

"No, I overheated some power couplings ... but everything checked out fine." The robot entered and paced around the room. He seemed agitated. That's new. He sat down on a bench. He fidgeted and wrung his hands together.

"I need to ask you something..."

"Sure."

"Have you ever killed anyone?"

Bryce went still. "Is that what happened today?"

The cyborg nodded. "I enjoyed doing it. And that's what's upsetting me. After I accessed his memories, I found out he had killed at least twenty soldiers. Am I a monster?" He looked at McCollough with anguish in his voice.

McCollough sat next to him. "We're soldiers, RIG. Sometimes we have to do things that serve a greater good. They're not always pleasant. Sometimes it even feels good doing them. But you're no monster. If you're having feelings of uncertainty - even though in this case, it's unnecessary - that proves you're no monster ... you could never be a monster."

The ebon shoulders relaxed. "Thanks. I needed to talk to someone about it. Of all the men here, I feel the closest to you. We share something that no one else can or ever will. You created me."

RIG reached over to stroke the scientist's face. "I ... I love you, Bryce."

McCollough's pulse roared in his ears. He returned the gesture and the robot tilted his head to gently trap the stroking hand between his angular jawline and muscled shoulder. He unsnapped his codpiece and his massive black tool tumbled out. It was beginning to lengthen and harden.

"I love you too, RIG."

“You want some of this, Bryce?” he asked shyly.

“WHAT??” He was shocked at the forwardness of the robot.

“Do you want some of this?” He continued to stroke his rigid member in front of him. “I can’t get my mind off of you. You are so damn intoxicating and I ... all I want is for you to touch me.”

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely. I’ve been with a few of the other Rangers, but it wasn’t anything that I truly wanted. Just to satisfy my urges. And my curiosity. You, on the other hand, have been a fantasy to me.”

The scientist couldn’t believe his ears. He had to admit to myself that he was curious what it would be like to be with the cyborg - someone ... something he brought into being. Would it be different than with others? He could already see that their cocks were identical. After all, he had modeled the robot on his own physiognomy. It would almost be like being with himself. That thought got his dick throbbing in the loose pajama bottoms.

“If you’re sure, RIG.” As he nodded in affirmation, McCollough reached out his hand to stroke the other's cock. The cyborg melted under the ministrations.

“Oh, my God, Bryce. That feels so incredibly good to me.”

With that, the cyberneticist took the robot's hand and led him back to the sleeping area. He sat him on the side of the bed so that his legs were dangling off the edge. The captain gently guided him onto his back and kneeled between his legs. He started to massage his inner thighs, kissing each point where his hands had been. As he worked his way up the strong ebon legs, McCollough reached his full balls.

As Bryce began the firm, seductive massage of the cyborg's orbs, he began moaning loudly. Clearly, RIG had not been touched in this way. He leaned forward and began flicking his tongue over the dark sac. The scientist gently sucked one and then alternately the other encased spheres into his mouth, laving them with his warm saliva. As RIG squirmed in erotic passion, Bryce began his journey up the tall pole toward the crown of the robot's pleasure. Without missing a beat in the rhythm, he tightly slipped his lips over the head of the unit's ever-expanding cockhead and began his slow descent down the thick shaft. Upon burying his nose in the other's crotch, he knew that this exploration was going to result in some of the best sex of his life… and possibly of the cyborg's, as well.

Bryce kept his rhythm steady, in the same beat as a hot, R&B grind. The robot was responding in kind. His hands swept over the other's sandy hair and he joined in the rhythm with him. The dark hips were gently thrusting forward as he buried his rod deep in his captain's throat.

“Bryce, stop! Please, I’m going to erupt! I’m not ready!” The scientist ignored his plea. He knew that even if the cyborg came, this wouldn’t be the end of their time together.

McCollough picked up the tempo and soon RIG was grunting deep in his vocalizer. Scalding fluids pummeled the captain's insides. Shot after shot of nanite-filled fluid fed his passions.

After he had quieted himself, the captain guided him fully onto the bed, cradled the dark head on his shoulder and began kissing the chiseled black chest.

“Why did we wait to do this?” Black fingers slowly traced intricate whorls on the other's pecs and abs.

"I didn't want to force you to do anything. That's not my style. I was praying you felt the same way about me as I did about you."

“Where do we go from here?” he asked.

“Let’s play it by ear.”

As the captain suspected, this truly was just the beginning.

* * *

Happy Halloween! Okay, you were probably expecting a blood-and-guts, horror story with ghouls and whatnot. In fact, one of my buddies who saw the draft asked the same thing! After my "Jake" story, I wanted to do something a bit on the softer side.

Another buddy was looking to make himself a cyborg outfit and was looking for some black leather or vinyl boxing protectors. That got me to thinking about what a cyborg in my world would look like. The wheels started turning and I figured with a little extras here and there, I could develop a "killer cyborg."

While the concept of a cyborg kept churning, the story didn't. How many "killer cyborgs" or robots have you seen? Plenty! I wanted to do something different. And different I did! Since I had developed ODIN and LOKI already - computers with personalities - why not give ODIN a body? Once that was established, the story basically flowed out of my fingers.

I added the interrogation scene to give a little whiff of horror into the story and that actually made the rest of the narrative flow much, much better! Thanks Paul!

RIG - another Norse God - became the "son" of ODIN. It didn't take much - I had the boots, the rubber bike mask and as I've mentioned before, I LOVE my Spexter suit. Since the boots gave the cyborg a bit of a mechanical appearance, I wanted to echo that concept around the wrists - enter Allsport Wrist Braces. These little beauties are composted of velcro foam and hard plastic with hinges - perfect for the robot's arms.

So folks, I hope you enjoyed the story and I want to wish everyone a very happy, safe and completely PERVY Halloween!