(For the Blogger censors ... this a work of FICTION - any resemblance to
any person living or dead is purely coincidental. Language, situations
and behaviors are only utilized within the confines of the post to enhance the story itself and do not represent any real-life
circumstances in any way.)
MASTER-01/NIKO
'No plan survives contact with the enemy.'
Von Moltke's insight could not have been more accurate. While my plans have succeeded in creating more skeletors, my Encapsulation of the larger inmate population has proceeded more slowly than my liking.
Including myself, there are five Prime skeletors - all eight feet or taller with hypermuscular physiques - and 50 more human-sized versions. I feel I will need to introduce some narcoanalytics into the food supply to get that portion of the general prison population back on track for their conversion. Surprisingly enough, I have had tremendous success with the corrections officers. Their facial masks were not designed to inspire the terror that the skeletors do, but as an added incentive, I have pre-increased the muscular size, and development of their shells for them and almost all of the unmarried officers have taken to becoming converted with eagerness. Some had asked for even more massive frames, and I have been happy to accommodate them, as long as submit to the Encapsulation. I have already built in the sexual enhancements into these suits that I will be installing into Brian today; it will be just a matter of time before I make the guards aware of this functionality. The officers stay in apartments in the same location as the prime skeletors, and I believe the two groups are fast becoming comrades-in-arms.
SX005/BRIAN
Today is the day I will be receiving my 'pleasure enhancements.' As I approached the door to the lab, I had to duck and twist - nothing in this place had been built to accommodate massive, eight-foot beings like us - there were about 55 skeletors in the prison now, but only the initial four - plus Niko - were giants (or prime skeletors as he called us) - Wesson's suit was incapable of growth as ours were.
Some of the shorter term inmates - maybe 40 - were also Encapsulated - but they had far less elaborate and (eventually removable) suits that still had some of their bodily openings - we called them 'humanoids' since they still looked somewhat human. Many of the guards also decided to Encapsulate, but their new bodies are extremely muscular and overall, are built more like us. They live in the same wing as we do and we've become quite close - more friends than inmates and guards. Their faces and eyes still look human and normal as well, but we all share the same gray and skinless look, which highlights our extreme muscular development. All the Encapsulated men use the umbilical stations for feeding.
Doc was at a console and looked up as I came in.
"Brian! Looking forward to the new additions?" Niko stroked my skull and waves of pleasure radiated outward from his touch. "You'll be receiving some new functionality in your HUD display as well. Ordinarily, you - as an inmate - would not have access to the control icons on the right side of your viewport. I will be activating some limited capabilities on the gear icon. You will be able to open your emergency service aperture."
When we were alone, we were close enough to use our given names. And after today, we'd be even closer."In English, Niko?"
"You will be able to unseal your own anus - or what has become of it."
"Wow!"
"Now for the other item - your new tool and it's connection - I want to put your non-organic components into shutdown mode. It can be quite unnerving and I don't want to cause you any distress. Would you allow me to knock you out temporarily as well? You'll go to sleep first, then I will initiate the shutdown procedure and make all the changes required. Albert made the modifications to myself and it was not pleasant being awake during a shutdown. The total time should be about 45 minutes.(Albert was Nico's lead assistant)
"Of course, Doc, I trust you."
"Make yourself comfortable on the operating table." I hopped onto the platform - he had to special-order ones that were big enough for us prime skeletors - and settled in.
Niko stroked my skeletal face. He then walked over to a side table and returned with a small plastic bulb with a short umbilical on it. He attached it to my intake valve and squeezed, forcing the fluid into me.
He turned to me. "All done! The modifications were a success and your programming has been upgraded! Let me show you how to operate the new functions. Stand up." I swung my legs over the side and stood.
"Let's review the rear action first. Ordinarily, the emergency access aperture can only be opened through a command passed through the electronic connections on your intake valve. I've replicated that command into your gear menu. The aperture opens up to provide access to your maintenance shaft... formerly your anal canal."
"How do I access the menu?"
"Double-tap your right temple with your right index finger. That will activate the gear menu. Slide your finger to the FRONT or REAR option and tap to activate. To close the menu, move your finger anywhere in your viewport and tap once."
I tapped the side of my skull and gave a happy chuckle as the gear icon lit up and to the left of it were the words 'FRONT' and 'BACK'. I slid my finger down the side of my skull and the BACK button was bordered in a bright green; I tapped again and two things happened; one, the BACK button reversed colors to indicate its 'ON' status, and two, I felt something in my ass shift and move. I reached around and felt my butt cheeks and in the middle I could now feel a hole. I poked my finger in - it was soft and warm and slightly oily to the touch; I was amazed at the waves of pleasure that were coursing throughout me as I examined the cavity.
"Damn! It worked!"
"Of course it worked! The standard maintenance shaft contains no sensory inputs. I replaced it with enmeshed tubing containing a densely packed tactile sensorium. They are only activated when you open the aperture via the gear icon... and this is what is looks like..."
Doc turned around and bent over, grabbing his ankles. In the middle of his cheeks was a dark hole - not a pucker - with a shiny rim. A line of blue status lights pulsed on the floor of the hole and disappeared into the shaft's darkness.
"It's got landing lights!"
Niko straightened up and laughed. "When we were speaking about skeletor-to-skeletor sex before, I had been joking to you about that, but the more I thought of it, the more it made sense to me - a perfect blend of the organic and inorganic - and designed for beings like us! We have status lights on our bodies, why not in our access shaft?"
"Now for the tool... I've designed several prototypes. Once we select some together, I'll have several pairs constructed - one for you and one for myself. They will utilize similar electronic connections to the umbilicals and they will attach physically to our bodies via a bayonet mount. Come, let us examine the different styles."
Doc strode over to one of the computers and typed some commands and I followed. In a moment, the screen was filled with a collection of cocks in a grid. All of them were gray like us and looked pretty dick-like; they also had blue and green lights embedded in their surfaces. Each grid had a measurement ruler on the bottom.
"Geez - they're huge!"
"Well, they must be proportional to our bodies, Brian... and perhaps a bit larger as well for prime skeletors. After all, we ARE eight-foot hypermuscular beings and our pleasure organs should reflect that. Both in their relaxed and erect states..."
I continued scrolling through the page. "Niko, this one has three balls!"
Doc stroked my back and I shivered in pleasure. "Some have four..." I could hear the smile in his voice.
I shook my head in wonder. "How many can we pick out?"
"I think six would be a good number to start. We need to test all or at least most of the configurations."
We reviewed all of the monster-sized cocks again, and we came up with six versions we both agreed upon. Three were fairly human looking and thick; two were the four-ball versions; and we both wanted to try the three-ball cock as well.
"Let me submit these for fabrication - they should all be ready in about four hours."
"That's pretty fast." I knew suits needed at least a day to be created.
"Indeed. They are nowhere as a complicated as building a skeletor - most of the time is spent in embedding the sensors throughout the material and developing micro-pumps to ejaculate fluid stored in the testicular area and to stiffen the tool and make it erect."
My jaw dropped open. "They can spurt, too? We can cum with these as well? We have skele-jizz?!"
"Skele-jizz?" Niko laughed. "You missed your calling, Brian. You should have been in marketing, instead of architecture!"
Then Niko tsked. "Honestly, Brian, anything I develop must meet the most exacting standards! Mine! Why would I create an artificial pleasure organ if it could not perform everything - and more - that its organic counterpart could do? Do you think I would stint on such things for us?"
"No, no... Sorry, Doc... I just didn't think that this would be possible...."
He scoffed. "The term 'impossible' is completely foreign to me... while our organs are being fabricated, let us enjoy our newly redesigned maintenance shafts."
He opened a drawer and tossed me a gigantic silicone penis. He took out another for himself.
"These should provide us with several hours of pleasure... and I - as your creator - will exercise my droit du seigneur.I believe you should be the first to experience this... bend over the operating table."
It was absolutely mindblowing to have anal sex as a skeletor. The sensations of Doc thrusting that thick and meaty dildo into my maintenance shaft was the best sex I had ever had. We switched back and forth servicing each other several times - grunting and moaning - until a chime on the computer indicated the prosthetics fabrication was complete. Niko left the lab for a few moments and returned with trays of the gray dicks on a wheeled cart.
They felt as magnificent in person as they looked on the computer screen.Each one had a substantial heft to them and in their semi-erect state were still gigantic. They felt and looked exactly like the skeletor skin that covered us. I turned the one in my hand upside down and saw that there were mechanical and electronic connections and a skirt of the gray material around the connector end.
Doc spoke up as I was fondling the unit in my hand. "As you can see, the back ends are all identical. Each pleasure tool needs to have its nullicle reservoirs filled with release fluid - each nullicle will grow larger as they are filled and shrink to the size you see now when they are emptied."(and damn, each cock already had some pretty substantial balls to start with - I could just imagine the size of these once they got filled)."The skirt will adhere itself to the existing crotch surface to provide an unbroken expanse and further protect the connection, plus maintain overall integrity. Remember, Brian, we have a closed system here. There is no prostate to create the seminal fluid and there is no blood to fill the artificial vesicles like the corpora cavernosa in a human penis to make it erect."
"So that's why you designed some cocks with multiple balls! You need to store more fluid!"
"Precisely! The nerve interface for the wearer remains the same - you still feel as if you are ejaculating. But the recipient would not have the experience of the 'skele-jizz' within them once the reservoirs empty. We also need to keep enough fluid on-hand to refill a reservoir to allow the prosthetic to soften so it can be disconnected."
Niko paused. "Another side benefit of the multiple nullicle reservoir configuration is to further distance ourselves from ordinary human anatomy - after all, skeletors should have a 'skele-cock', correct?" He chuckled. "My... this nomenclature definitely has a ring to it!"
We spent some time filling all the reservoirs in the organs and the balls did expand to accommodate their load. We used something like a little socket wrench to open the reservoirs and then a small tube connected to a large container pumped the receptacles full.
Doc picked one of the human-type prosthetics. "Now that the organs are filled, let me show you how to attach them. I will open the connection port first." Doc tapped the side of his skull and an circular indentation appeared at his crotch. It continued to sink until it split open vertically to reveal a round connector surrounded by a blue LED ribbon light. He pushed the organ into the connector and gave it a twist. I heard a CLICK and the blue and green lights on the cock lit up.
"Now the skele-cock is powered up and connected to my sensory-neural network. In order to get it erect, one needs to create a feedback loop..." Doc took a bottle of lube from the table and poured it on his cock and proceeded to stroke himself.
"Ahhh - this feels marvelous... " As he continued to stroke, the organ became longer, harder and erect. "At this point, it would be time to insert it into a maintenance shaft or... continue with a personal massage." Doc stroked himself faster and I could see that the dickhead was getting bigger and bigger.
Niko's back bowed and he screamed as a gusher of skele-jizz exploded out of his organ. He continued to stroke himself and four more eruptions of the pearly-gray fluid hit the wall and dripped onto the floor. Panting, he stopped. "You'll see an indicator in your display when the reservoirs are empty..."
His dick began to slowly deflate until it was again in its original semi-erect state. He squeezed the area where the cock connected to his crotch and twisted it in the opposite direction. With a CLICK he disconnected it from himself and his opening sealed up, once again revealing an upbroken expanse of his gray front pouch. He motioned to me to select a different skele-cock and attach it to myself.
I picked up the 3-ball model. I tapped the FRONT icon in my display and my crotch opened up to reveal my connector. I twisted the cock into it's locked position and touched the new appendage when the lights powered on. Sensations crackled through me like lightning bolts and I sunk to my knees in ecstacy.
"Jesus Christ!!!"
"The multi-reservoir models pack more sensors per square centimeter than the more human versions..."
"NOW you tell me..." I laughed and pushed myself back to my feet. I poured a jacket of lube onto my more exotic tool and stroked myself until I was hard - I couldn't believe it - I was at least a foot long. And that size looked completely proportional to my physique.
I strode over to Doc and pushed him against the table - he bent forward as I thrust my skele-cock into his maintenance shaft. He groaned with pleasure as I grabbed his waist began to pump.
* * *
I can't begin to tell you how HARD it was to generate that last image!
But it had to happen ... I did mention it in the first story, and I needed to follow through with what would happen if Holtzmann decided to create "pleasure organs" for himself and Brian (and perhaps the other skeletors later on) - since the modifications are basically invisible, the option of giving this ability to other skeletors is completely optional, and completely up to their creator....
I can see Niko and Brian growing into the same type of relationship as between Alexander the Great and his general, Hephaestion. Despite the fact that the doctor is an evil genius with some truly megalomaniacal plans, I believe he has formed a deep and lasting bond with the former architect.
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and behaviors are only utilized within the confines of the post to enhance the story itself and do not represent any real-life
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ARCHITECT GETS LIFE.
They dragged disgraced high-society designer Brian Hayes kicking and screaming out of his plush glass-walled studio yesterday, but no amount of thrashing in handcuffs could wash the blood off his hands.
For months, Hayes lived high on the hog while trading professional ethics for benders and chemical escapism. In the quiet hours when he should have been meticulously checking load-bearing calculations and structural integrity for the city’s newest affordable housing project, Hayes was instead chasing his next fix.
The tragic result? Shoddy, dangerously flawed blueprints rushed out to cover up his spiraling addiction.
When the complex pancaked into a nightmare pile of twisted steel and pulverized concrete, taking 20 innocent lives with it, the truth couldn't stay buried under the rubble for long. Investigators quickly traced the catastrophic structural failures directly back to Hayes’ hallucinated drafting board.
Yesterday, the hammer of justice finally came down hard. The court delivered a swift guilty verdict and handed Hayes a life sentence for multiple counts of homicide.
As officers hauled the disheveled, wild-eyed architect away from his luxury desk — a scene captured on today's front page — the city got its answer. Brian Hayes traded 20 lives for his deadly habits, and now he’ll spend the rest of his days paying the ultimate price behind bars.
18 Months Later...
"Brian, the final appeal got rejected. There's no other alternative for you now - life without parole."
Sidney Starr looked at the former architect, sighed and began to put the papers back into his briefcase.
"But I didn't kill those people!"
"I wish I could still believe you, but it's gotten progressively harder to refute the mountains of evidence. Your piss-poor blueprints were the proximate cause of the building collapse and you were responsible for the death of twenty people. When the contractors produced evidence of the bribes you gave them, that was the final straw. I can't do anything else for you. Goodbye, Brian."
After the lawyer left, two prison guards dragged him off and the now-convicted felon was brought to a wing of the prison that he never seen before. He noticed it was not typical construction, but more utilitarian and worn. Hayes was brought into a room where he was stripped and blasted with a firehouse; after that he was given several enemas which caused him massive cramps until the water dribbling out of his ass was clear.
Hayes was provided with another jumpsuit and frog-marched into different room full of consoles and other electronic equipment. He gasped in shock as he saw two powerful beings - anatomically correct showing muscles, tendons, but no skin and all in tones of gray and white. On their bodies, blue and green status lights gleamed or pulsed. The faces were skulls with glowing green and blue LED lights in their black eye sockets. Their hands were cuffed behind their backs. They wore no clothing. They had no sexual organs - just a bulge where their cock and balls should have been. They were standing off to the side of the room.
"W-who are those people?"
"What, ass-wipe." One of the guards slapped him. "That's your new cell - you're gonna be just like them in a little while."
The other guard chuckled as well. "No escape for you, motherfucker. Ever."
One of the skull-monsters spoke. He twisted his head around to look directly at the architect. "Better fight it, kid. It's better if they knock you out during the change." Despite the terrifying appearance, the voice of the monster sounded completely human. And incredibly sad.
"Shuddup McCabe. Or you want to get another round of pain protocol?" The skull monsters turned around completely to watch the proceedings, but stayed quiet.
As Hayes was still gripped by the two guards, a technician wheeled up another bodysuit and several assistants pulled open the back.
The guards ripped the overall off the prisoner and start shoving him into the suit. "No!" He struggled frantically to avoid the yawning black opening. A hard punch to the face stunned him and the officers continued to push him into the suit - legs first, then arms and then the body itself. The suit felt slick and oily inside, but warm. Hayes felt like he was putting on heavy leathers but once his body was fully within, it became immobile as a statue. A matching skull helmet was pulled over his head and his world became black.
A technician at one of the consoles speaks. "Initiating encapsulation protocol."
The felon collapsed as he felt the suit tightening around him and screamed as every inch of his body seemed to be on fire. Hayes felt slick and muscular thingsburrowing into his ass, ears, and dick and he felt additional wormlike objects invading his nostrils. His screams were cut off as something soft and powerful filled his mouth and moved down his throat. I can't breathe!!! The convict felt a sharp pain like a hot poker thrust into his stomach and he passed out.
* * *
HAYES/SX005
Consciousness returned slowly and I felt the cool air of the AC running over my skin. I was laying collapsed on the floor and I looked up to see the two guards. But my sight was now different - I saw faint gridlines in my vision, with symbols running down the right side of my view and status indicators running across the bottom. In the lower right corner, I saw what appeared to be a map and a 'you are here' blinking in it's center.
I looked down and in horror to see the artificial gray muscles on my arm and the status lights. I saw the gray tendons and the white artificial bones in my hands and I saw faintly colored caps over my knuckles like combat gloves. Slowly, I levered myself up onto my knees.
"Wha.. what happened to me?"
"You're a full-blown skull monster now." Both guards yanked me up my feet and pulled my arms behind me. I heard the SNICK as the handcuffs racheted closed and I'm restrained like the others.
"OK, its feeding time! Thanks Jake!"
The skull monsters - myself and the others - get pushed out the door in single file with the guards following. As we continued walking, it was unnerving to see the world through what appeared to be a heads-up-display. Even stranger was that I felt air moving across my artificial suit (just like it wasn't even there - it felt like I was naked). I felt the rough surface of concrete under my feet and I looked down to see artificial toes as well, stuctured the same way as my hands. Even cuffed, I could feel the artificial surface of my body with the back of my fingers - there was no difference in sensation... maybe even better. I was still in shock, but at the same time, I was amazed at some level.
We now entered another large room filled with even more equipment and a large machine in the rear. The top had several large glass containers filled with different colored opaque liquids and it had tubes snaking out of the front as well.
Without volition, we moved to certain spots on the floor and found ourselves unable to move. Another white-coated technician came into the room and gave each of us a penetrating and evaluative stare from head to toe. He seems to be in charge with a definite aura of command about him. The guy is tall, well-built, but slightly sinister looking with steel-rimmed round glasses and a small, sharply cut beard and mustache.
"I am Doctor Nicholas Holtzmann. The suits you are wearing are now a permanent part of you. The encapsulation process you have undergone is irreversible. Get used to the fact that these are your new bodies. You will forever look the way you do now - skinless, gray, well-muscled, semi-organic things with a skull for a face. 'Skeletors'. Part of the suit's programming is to maintain - at a minimum - the physique you have now, but you can get bigger and more muscular just like anyone else - through heavy weight training and plenty of food." He grinned. "The suits also provide a constant temperature control for your bodies... and as you no longer have any visible - or functional - sexual equipment... there is no need for clothing. They are also completely waterproof and weatherproof."
"When the suit was encapsulating you to itself, you felt certain invasions of your bodily openings. Those are now sealed and repurposed. You cannot eat food any longer - your mouth and esophagus have been sealed off - you have integral tubing through your nose, sinuses and your mouth opening that only allows air into your lungs; you have also completely lost your sense of smell because of this. The tubes also prevent you from speaking - your voices have been programmed into speech synthesizers built into the suits and the nerve impulses from your attempts at speech produce your voice now. This process is called 'subvocalization.' The suits also can provide different levels and types of punishment - loss of hearing, loss of vision, loss of mobility and pain sensations over your entire body or at specifically targeted areas and at various intensities."
"Sustenance will be delivered via this machine..." He pointed behind him. "...by attaching an umbilical to your intake valve." He tapped the port on one of us at the lower center of the abdomen. "Another reason why your sense of smell is no longer necessary."
One technician pulled a tube from the machine to the skeletor named McCabe and connected it to the valve where his bellybutton had been. In a few moments, the tube filled with yellow fluid from the machine and cycled through various other colored fluids.
"These fluids are completely non-residual. That means they are fully absorbed by your body and you will never have to use a restroom again. Any waste water is completely recycled as well. Additional water is always available through dispensers throughout this section of the prison. You may connect the hoses to your intake valves. The physical connection is a simple bayonet mount - push the release button and twist to the right to connect and to the left to disconnect. There are also electronic components, but you need only concern yourself with the physical connection."
Other technicians scurried to pull additional hoses and attached them to the rest of us.
"Your liquid meals are served three times a day. The connectors and the sustenance are only available here at the prison. You will get a notice in your visual display when you will come for your feedings. Your map will also show you directions to this feeding location."
"These exosuits are also specifically designed to engender a feeling of terror in the general populace, so outside assistance after an escape is impossible. Also, any distance further than 200 feet from the prison walls initiates the automatic lockdown process you are currently experiencing.You would be picked up like a plank of wood and transported back into this facility. Your suits contain GPS trackers, so we know where you are at all times."
As Holtzmann was speaking, the liquids had cycled through the tubes connected to us and when the tubes cleared, the technicians disconnected them.
"Your suits have gone through extensive testing to make them the works of art, terror and technology they are now. Let me show you." The doctor pulled off his lab coat and shirt to reveal the same artificial body and arms as we had; he shucked down his pants to reveal the same lower torso and legs as us as well. "I am encapsulated as you are, with the exception of the integrated helmet and gloves. Everything you have experienced so far, I have experienced before you. You should count yourselves fortunate to be part of this grand redesign."
"You got a skullhead too, Doc?" One of the other skeletors spoke up. When I looked at him, I saw he was identified in my display as SX004.
Holtzman gave us a wicked smile. "I have a several humanoid helmets in different styles, but personally, I do prefer the skull model. I enjoy the feelings of unease and fear it engenders. I also have gloves as well. For the sake of public appearance, I can't wear them all the time, but I wish that was not the case."
He started to pull on his shirt and pants. "That will be all. Get accustomed to your new and improved existence."
We suddenly became moveable once again and after traversing several more corridors, the guards brought us to large cell. We got uncuffed and shoved in. The door clanged shut with a horrible finality.
I sat on a bunk and put my head in my hands. I was completely distraught and tried to weep, but I couldn't. At that point, I realized how sensitive my touch had become. I started feeling my new face - the structure of the bones and teeth. The jawbone. The spaces between them. The surface of the exosuit was warm to the touch and every defined fiber of the artificial muscles felt firm and alive. They even got harder when I flexed them. The status lights on my body remained steady with a blue or green color.
"Hey...." the inmate named McCabe walked over to me and gave me a nudge with his foot. Looking at my display, I saw that he was identified as Inmate SX002. Looking around at the other skeletors in the cell, I saw that each one was uniquely identified in my HUD display.
"You okay?"
I shook my head. "This is so much to take in..."
"Stand up, buddy." The other skeletor made a front-double biceps pose. "Touch me."
I did nothing. SX002 stroked my skull and I felt his gentle touch creating a wave of calm within me.
"Feels good, right? C'mon ... touch me all over." He again resumed his bodybuilding pose.
I stood and proceeded to stroke the face and head of the skeletor before me and then proceeded to run my hands over the artificial muscles. "Ahhh... that feels nice..." I felt a wave of pleasure rush over me as well as I continued to stroke the warm, grey-muscled body in front of me. My hand stroked the bulge where his equipment used to be. "Do you feel anything there?" SX002 shook his head and sighed. "Nothin' different than anywhere else." I squatted and continued to stroke his muscular thighs and glute area. Finally, I finished and stood up. "Thanks, bud. My turn." He motioned to me and I assumed the same pose and relaxed as he proceeded with a similar massage on me. I looked over to see the other two skeletors doing the same thing.
"I'm McCabe. SX003 is Wells and SX004 is Petrelli. You show up as SX005. What's your name?"I noticed our conversation was also captioned in my display.
"Brian Hayes. I can't believe this has happened to me. What are we going to do?"
"Survive. What else? Like Doc Holtzmann said, this is our new existence. And these are our new bodies." Another voice cut in. From the back of the cell, another skeletor was reclining on a bunk with one knee pulled up. The HUD display indicated him as SX001.
He stood up and stretched. His suit was slightly different than our own, looking more like stylized armor versus our artificial musculature, but the skull mask remained the same. As did his intake valve. "I'm Wesson. Welcome to the club."
* * *
It seemed we had a fairly empty prison wing to ourselves; the guards didn't even lock us up any more since they knew we couldn't physically survive outside of the four walls.
In addition to lots of physical exercise, we enjoyed taking showers and soaping each other up - the tactile sensations beneath the water was a great release for any physical tension all of us built up. We also found we liked spooning together when we slept at night - just feeling another warm body against you made the situation we were in more livable - I normally stayed with SX002 - McCabe. The bunks were too small for two of us, so we wound up staying together on the floor. Petrelli and Wells did the same; Wesson - as usual - stayed by himself.
I guess we're under constant surveillance - but without us asking, we all got moved to a much larger area. It's more like a big storage room with some high windows and a regular door with several big mattresses on the floor; it's much better suited for us the way we are.
We also had our daily feedings - we got an amber warning in our HUDs - and if we didn't start moving within ten minutes, we found out the hard way our suits took over and brought us there whether we liked it or not. We're free to explore the prison wing we're in and if Doc Holtzmann was present during our feedings, I tended to stay back and talked to him for a while. He seemed surprised and abrupt at first, but both of us have begun to enjoy the conversations.
* * *
I decided to see if I could visit Doc during non-feeding hours. Using my HUD map - and after more than a few false turns - I finally found the administrative area for this section of the prison. I knocked on the doorframe and his assistant gave a short scream when she saw me.
"Geez, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to scare you... I was wondering if I could talk to Doc? Is he around?"
She regained her composure quite quickly and even gave me a smile.
"You're SX005, aren't you? He's doing some paperwork right now. Let me see if he's available." After a quick call on the phone, she motioned for me to go into his office.
"Thanks."
I knocked on the inner door and entered. Holtzmann had removed his clothes and had donned his skull mask and gloves. Wow... He looks just like one of us. He was sitting at a desk strewn with papers and typing on a computer. After typing a few sentences, he turned to me.
"Five - come in! This is a surprise!"I saw my HUD showing as MASTER when looking at the doctor. He motioned me to take a seat next to him.
"Doc - I don't know if I'm allowed to ask, but I have some questions about the suit."
"I'll answer what I can, Five. But some of the information is classified."
"What are these glowing crystals in my chest and back?"
"Those power the non-organic components of your body - they're thorium-diamond batteries. The development costs were astronomical, but the actual manufacturing process is incredibly cheap. The battery has a lifespan of 400 years."
"Damn..." I shook my head in amazement. Diamonds?
"Doc - I think the reason we got put into these suits was for some sort of experimentation on the down low, right? I've been in this body seven months now, and it took a bit getting used to, but I've gotten to actually LIKE being like this. I don't really miss eating - or wearing clothes - or going to the can - this is ME now - and it feels good. I don't... I don't really think of myself as completely human any more, either - I'm something different. Maybe even better. I'm not a somebody inside of an exosuit... I AM a 'skeletor'."
"How about the other inmates?"
"I think they've accepted the change, but I don't know if they appreciate it like I do. It's not something we talk about."
Holtzmann nodded. "Is there anything you actually do miss, Brian? May I call you 'Brian' when we are alone? You may call me 'Niko' if you like as well."
"Sure, Doc... um... Niko. Well, the biggest thing is being able to smell. Like a bakery. Or apples. Actual sex, sometimes. But we all touch each other and it feels good - it's best substitute we have, right? And thank you for moving us into that larger room and giving us bigger mattresses - we all feel better at night when we're holding each other."
"I made sure that all your tactile sensors were as sensitive or more sensitive than your original fingertips and skin. And I added some additional instructions for touch activating your pleasure centers. Tell me ... as you lay together, do you fantasize about gay sex with other skeletors? Being able to thrust some gigantic semi-organic member into some waiting hole?" He chuckled. "Like a landing strip tunnel with lights??"
My jaw dropped open in shock and Niko laughed. (Yes, our skeletal jaws move when we speak or when we're surprised.)"Those feelings are perfectly in line with becoming a skeletor. I'm currently working on something to be attached to us that would provide that sort of functionality."
"And the hole, Doc?"
"That as well - but that is more of a programming issue and some minor modifications than anything else - that functionality already exists."
"When I decided to encapsulate myself, I was unsure if I was doing the right thing, but I came to feel the same way as you. Being like this is far better than being just an ordinary human. Granted, there are limitations, but even as a human there were limitations. Different ones. Of course, I can remove my mask and gloves - you cannot - but I'm glad you've come around to this way of thinking. I do feel a certain kinship with you, Brian - you've adjusted amazingly well as this change was not a voluntary choice for you."
He stroked his bony chin. "I wonder if you would be willing to be the subject of an experiment? There would be no physical danger to you - in fact, you could only benefit from it. Think of it as the next phase of your evolution as a skeletor."
"What do you have in mind?"
"Do you enjoy working out with weights?"
"Not much else to do around here otherwise, Niko - that, showering and feeding. I've gotten more accustomed to heavy exercise inside of the prison than when I was outside. I work out a lot and do a lot of jogging. We all do. It's also good we have access to the internet - I spend my time looking at cooking sites and imagining what the stuff smells like."
"What do the others look at?"
"Wells likes looking at racing cars and NASCAR. Petrelli watches a lot of telenovelas. McCabe likes space stuff. Wesson tends to keep to himself. Umm..." I paused.
Doc looked at me and motioned me to continue. "We all like looking at male bodybuilders or physique models - working out, sweating, oiled up, posing, or in competitions. I guess they're the closest humans to us in terms of build."
He nodded. "I'd like to modify your feed mixture to induce additional skeletal and muscular development, with concomitant nano-materials added for your suit to expand with you - you'd need to work out more on a daily basis with increasingly heavier weights. I'd also give you access to my personal gym. Would you consider it?"
"Sure! I'd love to have the body of a Chris Bumstead or a Nick Walker!"
"Perfect!" Holtzmann typed some information on the computer. "I've modified your feed balance and I've also indicated that you are qualified for additional feedings over and above the standard three. I've also given you access to my gym. Your right hand contains RFID transmitters, so you just need to place your hand over the access panel. Let me show you where it is."
The two of us - two skeletors - strolled down several corridors. I took note of where this was located on my HUD map. Doc opened the door with his hand over the access panel. It blinked green and I heard the lock snapping open. We entered and I looked around to see a small, but very well-appointed fitness room with machines, exercise benches and plenty of weights.
"I'll requisition more plates from the other prison gyms. You'll need them. Why don't you start now? I have a meeting I must attend and unfortunately, I have to look more human. You can see yourself out, Brian - we'll speak later."
* * *
I started the new diet regimen from Niko the following week - the other skeletors joked with me that I'd become his lab rat - which wasn't far from the truth- I've grown closer to Doc ... Niko... and I found myself having lots of conversations with him on various topics - the suit, his work, the prison, and current events. The five of us skeletor inmates work out twice a day in the regular exercise yard as well, but the rest of the prisoners/inmates tend to keep their distance - even after seeing us around for all this time, I guess we still scare the shit out of them.
After 2 months on the new mixture, I've noticed some really significant changes - I've grown about 2 inches and I've packed on a lot more mass; the suit has also reflected that change in the size of my artificial muscles as well. The other skeletors - particularly McCabe - SX002 - also have noticed my bulking up. I haven't mentioned the changes to my fluid composition to them, just chalking it up to more exercise and the optional feedings.
At last, some of the inmates are getting less scared of us - one of them actually asked to touch me after a strenuous workout and I let him. He was amazed at the feel of my enhanced body and I returned the favor by gently stroking him as well. I have to admit it was good feeling his equipment, even thru the orange jumpsuit.
That fondling between us obviously didn't go over well with his boyfriend. Another guy tried to attack me and I slammed him against the wall and held him by his throat - I saw the growing terror on his face as a growled at him. "You ever pull this shit again with me - or any other skeletor - I'll crush your fucking neck like squeezing a banana!"
The guards stood back and didn't want to interfere - one, I was much bigger (and I guess, still scarier) than any of them now and two, they didn't want to get reprimanded (or worse) by Holtzmann. I let him go and chuckled as I saw he had pissed himself as he ran off.
My changes haven't stopped and I'm continuing to get bigger and taller, much to my amazement and to those around me. I really appreciate the time with Niko when he puts on his mask and gloves and becomes a full skeletor like the rest of us. Doc has said my growth is slowing and I should top off at about eight feet. We really get off on touching and stroking each other's bodies. As I said before, he's about six feet tall and well built, but there's a huge difference now between the two of us (and between me and the other skeletors) than when I first got encapsulated.
Currently, I'm about 7 1/2 feet tall and weigh about 470 pounds - quite the improvement! I think my new size is making me more aware of how different I am now from homo sapiens - I truly see myself as a completely different being now - a real 'skeletor'. Doc has been on the new feeding program for two months now and I'm starting to see the increases in mass and height in him as well. Niko decided to let the other guys get the altered feed and get bigger too, so we will be all larger, more muscular, more powerful and hell, better - than humans. I think that this further transformation will also help them along in enjoying their new bodies and gaining some pride in the beings they've become.
* * *
"Come in." An inmate was ushered into Warden Joseph Miller's office and the guard stood at rest beside the door. The prisoner sat in front of the desk.
"What can I do for you, Williams?"
"Boss, a bunch of us asked me to talk to you for all of us. We got a request."
"I'm a fair man, Williams - if the request is reasonable, I think we can make accomodations... what is it?"
Williams opened his mouth, then closed it. The words rushed out. "We want to become skeletors too."
"What!!???" Miller's expression was one of shock.
The inmate continued in a rush. "We see how they act and what they can do. I talked to the giant one - Five - and we know what's involved. We unnerstand it's permanent and we can't eat no more ... an' no more prison sex, but that's okay by us. We think those things don't really matter if we can be like them. Big an' tall and all muscle and bein' scary as shit. Is that possible?"
"H-How many of you are we talking about?"
" 'bout 50. Alla us got pretty long terms - if'n you want, we can act up so's you got a reason to extend our sentences. Would you check an' lemme know? - I'll tell the other fellas what you say. I know it ain't completely up to you - you gotta check with Doc Holtzmann if he can actually make that many of us. Thanks for listenin', sir... we all 'preciate you bein' open-minded..."
Williams gets up from the chair and the guard escorts him out.
With a slightly sour look on his face, the Warden picks up phone. "Nicholas?? - I owe you dinner. You told me that other inmates would want to become skeletors and I told you that was a foolish assumption. I was wrong. Terribly wrong. I just got a request for 50 inmates to get encapsulated. Is that something you can manage?"
"Of course, Joseph. The capacity of the feeding station can handle up to 500 inmates. I specifically overbuilt it just for this purpose. I can also bring several more online very quickly. I'm certain once this initial batch is converted, you'll be getting even more requests. I also have some semi-permanent exosuits we can use as well for shorter-term encapsulations. They are still gray and skinless, but look a bit more human. We can also keep them more human-sized to reflect their temporary status. Let me check my inventory and get back to you." Holtzmann hung up.
The warden shook his head. "Damn.... I guess we'll be getting more skeletors..." A wicked gleam appeared in his eyes. "We'll be saving a lot of money on food, clothing, supplies and such... not anything we actually have to report on our financials... and I'm sure we can put that spare money to good use..." He leans back and grins. "And we won't need as many guards either...."
* * *
Holtzmann put down his cell phone and propped his feet onto the desk. A sly smile crossed his face.
"Everything is going to plan - and even better than I expected with the growth enhancements on the initial group."
I'm going to so enjoy being an eight-foot skeletor.
"And so it begins. This entire facility will soon be Encapsulated... I should work on a plan for the staff now as well ... "
"...and finish up with those prosthetics and modifications for Brian and myself..."
He reached for his skull mask and pulled it over his head. As it integrated into the suit itself, the LEDs powered up in the black eye sockets. The skull almost looked gleeful.
"Ahhh.... An evil genius's work is never done..."
* * *
This story was taken from another plotline that has been bouncing around for more than three years, and I STILL have problems with it. I actually got a bit further on that story with the development of the 'Darkening' process.
The initial story went something like this - Zack, Charlie and Mattie are working together to get back some $100 printing plates that were stolen to be used by terrorists for destabilizing the currency and replace them with damaged versions. They need to travel to Florida as black men and infiltrate a mobster's mansion - who happens to also own an adult film studio and often uses his property as a filming location. The three black men are scheduled to be starring in multiple gay videos.
I got further now since Charlie and Mattie (now Chuy and Inti) are hypermuscular Latinos and Zack can easily transform both of them into equally impressive black men for the adult films they will perform in. Zack, on the other hand, hasn't taken Transanabol and Erotropin, so while he is well-built, he's nowhere near the size of the other two - and he has to be for the plot to work. In comes a 'chameleon suit' which would not only increase his mass, but also has the ability to conform to whatever design is programmed into it. So Zack can become a massively muscled black man, just as he will convert Chuy and Inti.
However... the idea of the exosuit had a mind of it's own and spun off a different story about the suit itself and then sort of wrapped itself back around the original story.
Complicated, right?
So back it goes on the shelf for now. The idea of the 'chameleon' suit' looking like a gray anatomical and skinless body struck a chord with me, so THIS story came into being... and the concept of the face looking like a skull came from a silicone mask I recently sold.
So that's the backstory to this story.... I hope you enjoy it! I feel there's going to be at least one more addition here - revolving around the 'prosthetics' that Niko Holtzmann will be developing and the concomitant activities those will engender!
(For the Blogger censors ... this a work of FICTION - any resemblance to any person living or dead is purely coincidental. Language, situations and behaviors are only utilized within the confines of the post to enhance the story itself and do not represent any real-life circumstances in any way.)
CHUY
Even this early in the morning, it was swelteringly humid outside and combined with no air conditioning on the subway, I arrived at the Four-One sweating like I pig. I decided to take a shower and cool off before I got into my uniform. Tito and I also decided to have a quick and brutal fuck in the bathroom. Both of us limped into the locker room when Jamie came in, looked around and made a beeline for me.
"Calderón - Cap wants to see you after roll call."
I gave Jamie a concerned look. "Did I do anything wrong, Sarge?"
Jamie grinned. "Nope, he's just his usual grim self. I think it's another 'special assignment' he wants to run by you." He kissed the top of my bald head. "See you in a few."
"Oye Chuy, ¿pasa algo?" - (Hey Chuy, anything wrong?, Ed.) Ale Valdez - one of the newer Darkened cops looked over at me. He had dropped his towel, showing off his smooth, caramel-colored junk surrounded by three gleaming cockrings. The Venezuelan officer put one dark, muscular leg on the bench and grunted as he pushed the large steel 'on-duty' buttplug into his chute before getting into his jockstrap and uniform. Since so many of us were Latinos now, speaking Spanish all the time had become the norm - of course, we still spoke our 'native' English inside the precinct when we were with the Sarges or Cap, and our conditioning forced us to speak Spanglish with a heavy accent once we left the station, but we've truly become the Mexicans or South Americans we appear to be. Same for Inti - he now spoke gutter Spanish almost all the time as well - perfectly in line with the dirt-trade Guatemalan fuckboy he became and not the Greek millionaire he had been.
After the patrol briefing, I told Tito to wait for me in the break room. I took the elevator to the third floor and headed down the corridor to Cap's office. Of course, Pavlina was there. Cap's assistant looked up with a smile on her face when she saw me. The Bulgarian was a shrewd woman - despite the physical changes to our appearances and our different names, she understood that all of the Darkened policemen were still the original officers she had always known.
"Dobro utro, Pavlina! Kap me vika – svoboden li e?"(Good morning, Pavlina! Cap asked to see me - is he available?, Ed.)I still chuckle to myself that a Guatemalan cop spoke flawless Bulgarian.
"Chaka te, Charli. Vlazaï nafrao!"(He's waiting for you, Charlie. Go right in., Ed.)
"Чуй."(Chuy., Ed.) I gave her a wink and blew her a kiss. The homely woman giggled like a schoolgirl and shooed me towards his office.
* * *
TANNER
I was working on the latest COMPSTAT reports when I heard a knock. I looked up to see Chuy Calderón framed in the doorway with a smile on his face. I waved the massive officer in and motioned him to take a seat. There were times I found it hard to believe that this handsome-as-fuck bald Latino bodybuilder in front of me used to be a trimly-muscled, black-haired, blue-eyed white man. A warm, sweet and spicy chocolate aroma wafted in with him that had my cock thicken and slither down my the leg of my pants.
" 'morning, Cap ... what's up?"
"Chuy, Sal Giudice (Zack's godfather and head of the Molanto crime family, Ed.) has asked us for a favor. It's not something we can turn down. Do you know who Dominic Vance is?"
He thought for a moment. "He's an underworld power broker, right? Goes by the nickname 'The Plumber' ?"
"Exactly. Sal wants to rein in some of his activities. Or all of them. He's managed to insinuate some people into his household staff and they've been dosing him with Erotropin."
The caramel-skinned officer looked surprised. "Yes, and it's having the desired effects, but not necessarily the desired outcome. He was hoping to go with some blackmail, but Vance has been careful so far in only forcing himself on his own men. They've been getting incidental doses as well, so it's been a bit of a wash."
"What can I do to help, Sir?"
"He loves professional wrestling - more so now - particularly Latino luchadores."
A small smile quirked my lips.
"I want you to become a pro-wrestler. I know you do some 'private services' for Dani as a wrestler. But we - Sal and myself - want to make that persona an actual wrestler. Your gymnastic skills are incredible already and those talents will stand you in excellent stead in becoming a luchador. Dani's organization can provide the additional performance training for you, as well as get you some actual acrobatic wrestling instruction. We'll arrange some bouts. You'll be traveling a good deal, so Ale and Tito will be partners temporarily. You'll win more bouts than you lose - and one of those times, Dominic will get the chance to meet you. Use your charm and get him in a compromising position. We'll arrange for some incontrovertible evidence to get Vance under control. What's good for Sal's organization is good for the NYPD as well. Finish your watch today and we'll start with your luchador training tomorrow."
The Latino got up from the chair and headed towards the door. "Thanks for the opportunity, Cap - I'm really looking forwards to it... not sure about Inti, though..."
I got up as well. "Chuy...."
He turned around. "I don't know why, but seeing you this morning has me hard as a rock. Strip. I need to fuck that caramel-colored ass of yours."
The massive Latino grinned, undid his duty belt and began to undress.
* * *
CHUY
Inti was resigned to another one of my long-term assignments, but was relieved that this one didn't involve any physical danger. I had gotten permission from Cap to tell him all about the plan to trap and blackmail Vance, but that still didn't make him feel any better. I asked Tito and Berto to spend the night with us, and we were all happy, sore (and plugged) by the time we finished early the next morning.
I spent the first three weeks with Danny's fight choreographer Connor and his gladiator slaves Harry, Sam and Joao learning the detailed ins and outs of pro-wrestling; lots of close, but missing hits and an amazing amount of coordination with your partner. I also had to get used to a mask tightly laced to my head and face all the time. Tons of sweaty, difficult, but fun work and lots and lots of practice with your 'opponent'. This was the same level of coordination I'dve imagined Fred Astaire and Ginger Rodgers had to go through to make their dancing as seamless as it appeared to be.
Once I got the thumbs up from Connor and his slaves, I left New York and got sent to the Pro Wrestling Revolution Training Academy in San Jose.
Alvaro De La Rosa was the principal at the facility and personally supervised my luchador development. He was about five-eight with shaggy black hair and a Pancho Villa mustache; he looked up at my six-foot-plus frame in surprise. "Jesus, you're big! How much do you weigh?"
" 'bout 248, Maestro." I was speaking in my normal Spanglish accent.
He shook his head. "You're way too massive to be a luchador. All of the really good ones are smaller or a lot lighter than you. You need to be quick and have fast reflexes. You need to literally fly over and around the ring."
I gave him a grin. "Para que veas... "(Watch this., Ed.) I backed up and made a run at the practice ring. I did a handspring from the apron of the mat high over the top rope, corkscrewed in the air several times, landed on my shoulder, rolled onto my back in the center of the canvas and then did a kip-up to my feet.
Alvaro's mouth dropped open in shock. "Jesus Christ Almighty..."
"Still think I'm too big an' slow, Mr. De La Rosa?"
"Christ, I've never seen anyone your size move that fast. Hell, I've never seen anyonemove that fast before. My bad ... you are definitely luchador material. But we're going to have to do some extra training for you on pulling your attacks. I'm sure you could actually hurt someone badly by accident - you probably aren't fully aware of your own strength. And we have to train you to fake falls - no one could take you down if you didn't let them - it would be like hitting a brick wall. Where are you staying?"
"I got a long-term motel room near the airport - it's about a 10-minute walk."
Alvaro nodded. "Good. I was going to suggest that. Let's introduce you to the fellas here and we can start the training tomorrow."
* * *
Lucha libre relies heavily on rapid acrobatics, high-flying dives, and complex submission holds. Many of the most famous moves in global professional wrestling originated in Mexico. The training involves heavy use of a 'longe' while learning. That's the name of the rope and harness system acrobats use to spot someone while learning dangerous flips, twists, or aerial maneuvers; I had used one of them when I was getting used to my gymnastic tumbling runs. Alvaro was right - all the other guys at the school were smaller and/or lighter than I was and were amazed to see someone my size move at their speed.
There was also a whole new vocabulary I needed to learn as well as the moves. Here are some of the new terminology...
High-Flying & Aerial Moves (Lances)
La Huracarrana (Hurricanrana): Invented by Huracán RamÃrez, this signature move involves jumping onto an opponent's shoulders, wrapping both legs around their neck, and executing a quick backflip to whip them to the mat into a cradle pin.
Tope Suicida (Suicide Dive): A staple of lucha libre where a luchador sprints across the ring and dives headfirst between or over the ropes, launching their entire body like a projectile into an opponent standing on the arena floor.
La Quebrada (Asai Moonsault): Popularized by Yoshihiro Asai (Ultimo Dragon), the wrestler leaps onto the middle rope, springboards backward, and executes a backflip onto an opponent outside the ring.
Mistico’s La MÃstica: A multi-part flying combination where the wrestler vaults onto the opponent's shoulders, transitions into a tilt-a-whirl headscissors, and takes them down directly into a single-arm shoulder lock on the mat.
Submission Holds (Llaves)
La TapatÃa (The Surfboard Submission): Invented by Rito Romero, this visually striking hold involves standing over a prone opponent, hooking their feet under your knees, grabbing their arms, and leaning backward to lift their entire body off the canvas while compressing their back and shoulders.
La Asemblea / La Gori Special: Invented by Gori Guerrero (father of Eddie Guerrero), the attacker stands back-to-back with their opponent, hooks their arms under the opponent's shoulders, lifts them up onto their back, and stretches their spine and shoulders.
La Cavernaria (Camel Clutch): Created by El Cavernario Galindo, the wrestler kneels on the back of a face-down opponent, hooks their chin or face with both hands, and pulls backward to hyper-extend the spine and necks.
La Dea-Nueces / La Cerrajera (The Crucifix Lock): A ground-based submission hold that binds the opponent's legs and arms in an interlocking pattern, immobilizing them while applying pressure to their shoulder joint.
Iconic Pinning & Slamming Moves
La Casita: A traditional pinning combination popularized by Pepe Casas (and later Negro Casas). The luchador hooks the opponent's arm and leg, rolling them backward into a tight bridge pin that is difficult to escape. Quebradora (Backbreaker): A fundamental move in Mexican wrestling, most famously the Quebradora Con Giro (spinning backbreaker), where the wrestler catches a running opponent, spins them mid-air, and drops them stomach-down or back-down over a knee.
* * *
I took to the luchador training like a duck to water. Alvaro was shocked to find how quickly I mastered the various moves and in about nine weeks, I would have my first public appearance as "Vektor"on the schedule. My opponent would be a Latino named Xavier Castro - he was about my height, well-muscled, with thick, wavy black hair cut in short fade, but only weighed about one-eighty. He sort of reminded me of myself before my first dose of Transanabol.
The first time we met, he gave me a big hug - "Dios, you're huge!". His hands moved down to massage my ass. He winked and grinned and I returned the smile. His ebullient expression lit up the room.
Alvaro chimed in "Javi is one of the cruiserweight local champs. I thought it would be a good idea for you two to square off and get "Vektor" introduced in the Triple-A community."
Javi nodded and picked up the conversation. "We should work out how we're gonna fight. I'll put up a good front, but you're gonna win... this time. I'll have a re-challenge match in a week or two and then you'll wind up on the mat." He paused. "Alvi, since Chuy is so big, you've been training him about going down and going easy on his partner, right?"
Alvaro nodded. "Chuy has been training overtime in those areas. No worries. He's even better with that than the llaves and lances!"
* * *
The match was fantastic. The crowd at the local arena was packed and of course, I didn't receive much of a welcome since Javi was the local celebrity. We put up a spectacular show, with each of us spinning and flying through the air and 'beating' each other up. Back and forth we went, with multiple two-counts as the crowd roared in approval. Finally, I pinned Javi with a Huracarrana and won the match. Despite my relative obscurity, I received happy shouts and yells from the audience which grew even louder when I pulled Javi to his feet, embraced him and raised his hand over our heads. "Nice move, Chuy.", he whispered to me. "Want to continue our bout at my house? I've got a king-sized bed and lots of lube..."
It was a bit of a surprise to find that almost all of the professional wrestling community was full of absolutely NICE guys and I was welcomed with open arms. All the behaviors you see on the screen are just a role they play. Many of them are best friends and all of them are fantastic actors. Thanks to all of the guys I met (and 'fought'), my reputation grew and grew, and I became well-known as an luchador sensation to be reckoned with in a relatively short span of time. All the better to get Dominic's attention.
At last, the trap was set. I was scheduled to be in the title match for WWE's Friday Night Smackdown and my opponent was going to be a huge six foot-nine inch 'Viking' wrestler by the stage name of 'Gallowglass'. Cap told me that Dominic had ordered front-row seats for the event. One of the WWE producers would ask him if he'd like to meet 'the up and coming luchador' after the match. The rest was now up to me.
Larry and I ('Larry Ledbetter' was Gallowglass' real name) were backstage. One of the WWE assistants was with us and receiving last minute instructions from his headset.
"Okay fellas, Mark is going to be starting the introduction to the bout in forty-five seconds. Chuy, you're going out last since your nominally the challenger. Larry, you're out first. Good luck, guys!"
"Ready, Chuy?"
"I think so. How long should we go? Five minutes?"
Larry quirked his lips. "Let's go for seven. I'll flash the signal to the announcer for how long the bout is going to last."(Just like mind-reading, there was an entire 'vocabulary' of gestures and actions that telegraphed important information to the officials, Ed.)
"I'm
going to smack you around a bit at the start since I'm bigger than you."
"Bigger an' Fatter, you
mean, ese..."
"Aw, shuddup, Chuy...not every wrestler can look like a jacked-up porn star like you!" he laughed. "You need to be wobbling around the ring from the assaults.Then the tide will turn and you'll start
doing your luchador moves on me, I'll stagger about, recover a bit,
then you'll hit me with that spin move."
"The Mistica?"
"Yeah, that one. I'll
get knocked flat and the ref will get to a two-count and I'll bounce you
off. You jump onto the top rope come right back down on me. The ref
will do a three-count and you'll be the winner. Sounds good?"
The assistant ran past us. "Have fun Chuy - you too Larry! Here we go! And Larry, remember to look
angry and crazy when you stomp out to the ring.... twenty seconds!!!"
BRUNO
The announcer entered the ring, tapped the mike and began to speak.
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL AND NO TIME LIMIT! INTRODUCING THE FORMER TAG TEAM CHAMPION, WEIGHING IN AT 275 POUNDS, FROM SVALBARD, SWEDEN, GALLOWGLASS!"
The crowd roared its disapproval as the tall, heavily inked and bearded wrestler entered the arena. He glared around angrily and yelled at the rafters as he stomped towards and entered the ring.
"AND HIS OPPONENT, FROM OAXACA CITY, MEXICO... WEIGHING IN AT 112 KILOS, THE LUCHADOR OF THE MOMENT, AND MAKING HIS DEBUT HERE AT SMACKDOWN, VEKTOR!!!"
The Latino was tall - over six feet - and every oiled muscle on his hairless body stood out in chiseled perfection. He was wearing colorful metallic wrestling tights, boxing boots and a coordinating luchador mask that laced up the back and covered his entire head and face. He was completely clean except for just a few tattoos on his arms. The crowd's reaction was exactly the opposite from Gallowglass - he was greeted with cheers as he shook hands with various members of the audience as he trotted down the aisle and into the squared circle. As soon as the bell rang, the two were at each other.
"Damn, look at that luchador! He's amazing!! Built like a porn star and that smooth, caramel skin is so fuckin' HOT. I wouldn't mind having his cock up my ass and splitting me in half anytime!"
Dominic Vance, my boss, chuckled. "You're SO right, Bruno... but I'd like to slam him over a table and fill his ass with cum first." He gave me a sidelong glance, "Who knows, maybe we can do a threesome..."
It was strange how all of us - including Dom - had started turning gay. I was a happily married guy with two kids, but over the past couple of months, all of us working for Dominic realized that we had the undeniable urge to suck dick and ass-fuck guys. It started with the boss. One night, after he had nailed a real difficult deal between two of the Families, he looked at me and said,"Bruno - I want to fuck you in the ass. Stretch over that table."
First off, my boss isn't the type you say 'No' to, not if you don't want to disappear and eventually get found decomposing in the pine barrens of New Jersey. Second, it wasn't something I hadn't been thinking about myself. The initial penetration hurt like fuck - and he wasn't a believer in going easy on anyone - but I got used to it - so did all the other guys working for him - and we got together ourselves as well. We all liked it rough, but none of us were as violent with each other as Dominic. My favorite was Perry the cook. He was a young, medium-built guy with a goatee and a sweet smile, and we enjoyed slipping into the pantry with a big tub of Crisco where we'd kiss and slow-fuck each other.
Dom and I watched the bout as the big Viking was beating the shit out of the Latino, but he got his wind back and starting going heavy on his opponent. Back and forth it went, but eventually, the luchador locked his legs around the Viking's neck and spun him to the mat. He almost had him, but he got bucked off after an almost-three count. The Latino hopped onto the top rope and did a flying tackle on the bigger guy, knocking him out and winning.
It was a great bout, and my cock was ready to burst out of my pants looking at Vektor's sweaty, muscular body; Dominic was literally drooling as well. I had to tap him several times to get his attention and handed him a handkerchief to sop up his spit.
A WWE assistant came over to us. "Mr. Vance, would you like to meet Vektor? He saw you cheering him on and would like to say thank you for the support."
Dom beamed. "Of course, I'd love to meet such a fantastic luchador!"
* * *
CHUY
It's amazing how far a little flattery could go. I was backstage and Jason (the WWE assistant I grabbed) came around with Vance and who I assumed was his bodyguard in tow. He put out his hand and I shook it.
"What an amazing bout, Vektor! You were absolutely amazing! I thought that Mistica you put on Gallowglass would have finished him, but I'm so glad you were able to pin him afterwards! Beautiful moves and a well deserved win for you!"
I played dumb. "I saw you were pretty excited durin' the match. I wanted to say 'gracias' for the cheers an' support an' stuff... you know Lucha?"
He smiled. "It's my favorite sport!" He paused. "Would you be willing to come by for a ... 'private demonstration' of some Lucha moves in my duplex? I'd make it worth your while..."
It was lucky that my mask hid my entire face - I couldn't help but grin like an idiot at how Vance was almost salivating to get me alone.
" 'Private', huh? Lemme think about that..."
We both knew what he was asking, but this was the game and we were both playing it.
"A thousand dollars."
I chuckled. "I can't turn down that kinda money... okay. Lemme get cleaned up and I'll come by. What's your address?" Dominic pulled out a platinum case and handed me one of his business cards. "I can be there in an hour or so? Is that good for you, jefe?"
I could make out the mad, sexual gleam in his eyes. Me calling him 'jefe' was the icing on the cake.
"Perfect! We'll see you then!" The two of them turned to leave. Vance paused and turned around, "Vektor?"
"Si, jefe?"
"Don't forget to bring a mask..."
"No worries, jefe... see you soon!"
* * *
Vance's building was well kept, but gaudy. I had let Cap know what was going down and he assured me that everything would be recorded. I was greeted at the desk and was told to go up to the twenty-second floor. I was dressed in a tight, ruby-red Underarmour compression tee, snug jeans and white leather sneakers. A backpack was thrown over one shoulder.
Once the elevator doors opened, I looked around and saw the bodyguard standing outside a door; I sauntered over to him and gave him a big grin. He was holding a portable metal detector and I could tell from the look on his face he was shocked to see my how strikingly good-looking a Latino I was, thanks to Zack. I think he expected to see someone like Larry.
"Jeez - you're handsome as fuck!" He immediately reddened at his involuntary comment.
I clapped him on the shoulder. "¡Gracias, guapo! ¡Tú tampoco te quedas atrás! (Thanks, handsome! Well, you ain't nothin' to sneeze at either!!, Ed.) Is el jefe ready for me? ¿Cómo te llamas?"I could tell that he had probably gotten almost the same dosage of erotropin as the fixer and was reacting me in the same way. Pure. Unbridled. Lust.
"I'm Bruno. What's yours?"
"Chuy."
He looked embarrassed. "I'm sorry, Chuy, but I've got to wand you before you see the boss. Just procedure."
I put out my arms and spread my legs. "No problemo, Bruno. I unnerstand. But jus' so you know, I'm wearin' three steel cockrings."
He nearly dropped the device. "W-what??"The poor guy had broken out in a sweat and was trying hard (and failing) not to tremble. I could see his dick slithering down the leg of his pants, so I played this for all it was worth.
I gave him a big, bright grin. "Keeps my junk up an' out an' always ready for action... you wanna see? I don' wanna get you in trouble if that wand goes off an' you didn't check..."
"C-Christ Almighty..." It most have taken all of his self-control and discipline not to kneel down and suck me off right then and there. I pulled up my jeans and rezipped them. "I jus' got some heavy-duty lube an' my mask in the backpack. You wanna check?"
"N-no, Chuy... that's okay. Y-you can g-go in..." He reached back and twisted the knob to open the door.
I stroked around his lips with my index finger and gave him a wink. "Maybe we can have some fun too, guapo!"
With that, I went in to see Vance.
* * *
The fixer was waiting for me; he was wearing a silk bathrobe and I got a wicked grin when I entered the room and he raised his eyebrows in appreciation.
"Vektor, you are a very, very, handsome man...."
"Mi nombre es Chuy. Thanks, Jefe. Bruno said the same thing. But I'm jus' lucky to look the way I do. Good genes, I guess."
He pulled a thick envelope from the pocket of his robe and handed it to me.
"First things, first. I'm a man of my word. Here's your thousand dollars.I assume you are aware that I'm not really interested in your lucha techniques??"
I nodded. "I knew what you wanted, Jefe. It's okay with me. I like dick." I shucked off my backpack and tucked the envelope within. "I brought a mask an' some heavy-duty lube. Where can I change?"
Dom's face hardened. "Right here. In front of me. Strip and then put on your mask."
I gave him a sexy smile as I pulled the stretchy tee shirt over my head, and sat down in a chair to remove my sneakers and jeans. In a moment, I was buck naked except for my c-rings. He looked at my package and gulped.
"Good Lord, you're enormous!"
I grinned back at him as I removed the mask and the big jar of HyperLube from the backpack. "I make sure I exercise all my muscles all the time, boss..."
Even semi-hard, the size of my cock had unnerved him. He slipped out of the robe and we stood naked facing each other. "Put on your mask and then stretch yourself over that table. I want to fuck you like you're a piece of property!"
I pulled the mask over my head and then proceeded to tighten the laces and tuck the ends under the edge. I stretched myself over the large table and spread my legs apart.
"At last..." I felt him stroke the muscles along my sides, back and shoulders. "You're such an amazing piece of meat...." I could tell he opened the lube when the strong smell filled the air. In a moment, he grabbed my hips and thrust himself into my guts.
I have to be honest here. Since most of the guys I have sex with have been on Transanabol for a while, all of our cocks have gotten to be at least ten inches long. And thick. Dom's cock felt like someone was poking me with their pinky. The high dose of Erotropin he had been getting was getting him sex-crazed, but no larger than he was before. He was grunting and vocalizing as he pumped into me and after about ten minutes of his less-than-impressive performance, he yowled and I felt a dribble of warmth in my guts ... again, nothing to speak about since I'm used to getting filled up with literally gallons of spunk from the other guys at the Four-One, as well as getting the same explosive quantities of cum from Inti, Berto, Dani or his friends at the Greasetank.
He panted as he withdrew. "That was fantastic! I've always wanted to fuck a Luchador and having it be someone like you was even more spectactular. I..."
He stopped in mid-sentence as I turned around and grabbed his chin. I put my masked face next to his. "An' I know what else you wanted, too..." I tightened my grip.
"Tell me what you want, Jefe...I don' got all night..."
There was a combination of trepidation and lust on his face. "I..."
"I want you to split me open, Vektor... I... I want to feel that big Latino cock inside of me."
I slammed him facedown on the table. "Don' move, old man..."
I slathered my cock with HyperLube, and as he did with me, I slammed my hard, ten inches into his ass until my balls hit his asscheeks. But there was a night-and-day difference between his equipment and mine.
He screamed as I breached him. Bruno burst into the room, gun drawn and stared at the tableau in shock; his boss over the table, screaming, pounding and clawing at the wood surface as a masked Latino jackhammered his massive cock into his chute. He lowered the gun and gave me a smile. "It's nice to see the boss is finally getting what he gives all of us..."
"You're next, guapo! Lemme finish givin' El Jefe the ride he's been waitin' for...." I continued to pound the fixer's butt until I roared and emptied a massive load of cum into his guts. I pulled out and Vance slid panting to the floor as the silvery goo dribbled out of his ass.
I turned to the bodyguard. "Wanna have that fun now, guapo?" He reholstered his gun and a bright grin split his face as he literally tore off his clothes to be my next conquest.
* * *
The horsefucking I gave Vance must have blown open his sexual floodgates. I was given the opportunity to see the video (and audio) of my performance and was shocked to find that Vance's bodyguard had been seconded into the role of finding more black and brown men to rape his boss. "Poor Bruno... that cabrón has made him into a pimp in reverse..."
We - Cap and myself - were in Sal Guidice's office, along with Frank Ferrara - Sal's right-hand-man. The four of us were appalled by the sheer volume of men that were going to Vance's apartment on a regular basis and thanks to the hidden recorders (I'm positive Cap got the equipment from the guys at the Castle), we were treated to full 4K movies of Dominic's descent into a power-bottom.
The mob boss frowned. "I'm really sorry we had to put your through that, Officer Calderón...but these videos are going to shut down Dominic for good. If there are two things that the Families detest, it's indiscretion and such a total lack of control."
"It's okay, Mr. Giudice... it wasn't no big deal for me." I grinned and held up my pinky. Everyone - including Cap - laughed. "But I really did appreciate the chance to become a pro-wrestler!"
"Zackie said we could always count on anyone from the Forty First precinct..." Frank was a professional hitman from the West Coast and on the Godfather Lucio Giambi's suggestion, had come east to help Sal run his business. Like me and Zack, he was gay as well, but always kept a tight lid on his predilections. Ferrara was wearing a blue striped shirt that was half open to show his herculean physique; I could tell that his smooth skin and bald head was the result of a high-end profession wax job The sleeves were rolled up and a highly detailed Aztec tribal tattoo started on the back of one hand, covered his entire lower arm and vanished into the material that looked ready to burst.
"By the way, Chuy, have we met? I'm getting the distinct impression that I know you from somewhere, but I can't put my finger on it."
Damn, that's scary ... considering I look completely different now. Of course we did. We met at Zack's when I was Ray-Ray Johnson and I got a deep French kiss and an ass-rub from you before you left to whack someone.
"I don't think so, Mr. Ferrara... I'm from Guatemala an' I've only been in America now for ten months, mas o menos."
"Tanner, Chuy... I can't thank you enough for all your assistance in this matter. I know we can't be seen in public together, but would you please consider having dinner with us? I want to show my appreciation for the sacrifices and dangers I had put you through... the menu includes seared scallops with a black truffle puree, lobster ravioli, risotto, porterhouse steaks, osso bucco and of course, dessert! I'll ask Zackie if he can come over as well!"
Cap smiled, which was a rarity for him - 'We'd love to, Sal - thank you! Everything sounds delicious!"
* * *
SAL
My intercom buzzed. "Sal, Mr. Vance is here."
"Send him in."
The door opened and Dominic Vance entered my office. Frank was standing behind me and the fixer looked a bit perturbed at the somber and massive guy behind me.
"Sal, what can I do for you? I normally don't hear anything from you or the Molanto's so this must be something important."
"It is." I hit the 'Play' button on the portable DVD player on my desk and turned it around for him. Dom blanched as the evidence of the prolificacy of his sexual abberations played on on the screen. The dirtbag put on a show of bravado and closed the player.
"So what? I'm a faggot. Big deal. So's your godson."
I gave him a slight grin. "There's a huge difference. Everyone ... and I mean everyone... in all the Families from the top down - every boss, every capo, every wife and every daughter - loves Zackie. He's got his own businesses, he's an amazing artist, forger and counterfeiter and he's always willing to assist in any Family business. Anything anyone tells him is always held in the strictest of confidence and they trust him implicitly because he's proved it. He even returns money if he thinks payment for his services is too much. And sexually, I've drilled it into him to always be discreet. But everybody fucking hates you, Dom. While they think they need you, they never know when you're gonna turn on them. What if the Families see these videos? You're getting fucked by black and brown scum every chance you get! You're a pig! You're not even the one doing the fucking! You're a liability now. This level of indiscretion would wind you up at the bottom of the East River!"
Frank interrupted. A small grin creased strongly-chiseled his face. "Or getting blown to bits in his car. That would be a far more spectacular and much more of an object lesson, Sal. Particularly if I limit the blast radius to a couple of feet on either side of the vehicle..."
I nodded and continued. "I'm offering you a chance to get out of the business. Retire. Enjoy yourself."
Vance growled. "You sonofabitch!" The weasel knew when he was outclassed.
I shrugged and gestured behind me. "Frank will be taking over for the time being. I expect you to cooperate with him. No funny business."
"And just who the fuck are you?"
"Sorry, I should have introduced you. Dominic Vance, this is Frank Ferrara."
Dom turned even paler than before. " 'Frankie the Phantom' ?" The hitman from the West Coast?"
"The very same. Frank's helping me out here and came highly recommended by Lucio." I grinned and looked over my shoulder at the massive assassin. "Although I've heard it said that he has a bit of a sordid reputation. Haven't seen it though..."
"I wouldn't call it 'sordid', Sal... I'd say more unpredictably inventive and excruciatingly painful." The smile never left Frank's face, but his eyes flattened as he looked at Vance. The fixer shivered.
"Frank will be over in your office in a few hours. And thanks to Lucio, we can absolutely verify all your documentation... or lack thereof. And if anything is up here..." I pointed to my temple. "...we'll get it just as easily. The level of pain will be completely up to you. Do we understand each other?"
"Yes, Sal." The fixer looked broken.
"Now get the hell out of my office." Dom stood up, shoulders slumped and left.
Frank came around the desk and plopped into the chair, giving me a big smile. "That went pretty well."
I grinned at the assassin. "Work on his bodyguard. I think Bruno will be quite appreciative of your... attentions. I want you to see if he's good material for us."I knew Frank was gay as well, but like Zackie, that did nothing to change my opinion of him or appreciate his amazing talents.
Frank chuckled. "My thoughts, exactly, Sal. Great minds think alike." He got up and walked to the door.
"Frank..." I paused. "...when we get everything in shape, get rid of him. I don't like loose ends. But no explosions, okay? Just something nice and quiet. Have him take a trip he never returns from."
My second-in-command gave me a thumbs-up. "Works for me, boss. I'll see you later and give you a status report."
* * *
CHUY
"Damn, I look fantastic!"I struck a few poses in the mirror and grinned at my reflection. I was massive and ripped before I started the Luchador instruction, but all of that intense acrobatic training and the wrestling competitions over the past six months had really paid off - I was even bigger and more defined than ever now. I had pulled on a gold metallic thong and that material just accentuated my smooth, caramel skin and ink.
Inti was happy as a clam to have me home again, and starting next week, I'd be back on patrol with Tito. The four of us (Tito, Berto, Inti and myself) were going to have a big steak tenderloin dinner to celebrate my coming home and then have some hard-core and brutal sex to top it off.
I pulled a wrestling mask onto my head - tightening the paracord as I moved down the lacing ladder; then made a reef knot and tucked the ends up and into the edge at the back.
I left the bedroom and stood in the dining room with my arms crossed over my chest. Inti, Tito and Berto just stared at me in shock.
Well, this story took a lot longer than I expected. I kept getting 'lost in the weeds' with details that really didn't add to the overall plot and just served to make it harder and harder to form a coherent whole. I originally had thought to have Chuy working for Dani as a 'wrestler' for some gay videos or private engagements, but I eventually soured on that idea as the main point. The more I thought about it, the more sense it made to re-introduce Sal Giudice and Frank Ferrara - top men in the Molanto crime family - as the reason for Chuy taking on this assignment. Sal, of course, knows a bit about what goes on with Zack and his Conversion process; his godson's clients are not only the patrolmen and their associates of the Four-One. That information isn't shared - even with Zack's godfather. Frank has yet to be filled in on this information, but that will be made clear to him in good time.
